Friday, June 22, 2007

Nebraska Ho!

I'm off in approximately 8 hours, and I still haven't packed yet. :D
Classic.

Here are the main things on my mind right now:
1. depression-derek is gone and the rest of the family is leaving before I get back.
2. delight-I'll get to SHOP, see my cousins, friends, and horses
3. desperation-what am I going to do without madison for a month?!? :)

Mostly desperate, but considerably worried as well, as to how I'm going to finish packing if I spend all of my time here talking about it. The thing is, blogging happens to be a little more addicting and enjoyable, as people like taylor can relate I'm sure... =P

On a different, but related note, I just watched the movie, "Love's Abiding Joy" yesterday, and I recommend it. It is set in the "little house on the prairie" time. In fact it is directed by "Pa" :D It has a beautiful message, it has a cute guy, and "rain scene" in it. And no, that isn't the only reason I like it. Anyways, little house fans should definitely check it out. It's worth two bucks at blockbuster.

I better go pack...keep those sock on, I'll be there soon enough to knock 'em off...

yeah, ok, whatever ;)

Friday, June 15, 2007

Contacts

A whole new world! I can see! I can read the ingredients on our cereal boxes all the way across the kitchen. I can tell what time it is from the living room. I can see the individual flame tree blossoms. I can see my face in the mirror :S I can see notes on paper when I'm playing piano. I can lean back in my seat right now and still see what I'm typing. I can see peoples eyes! That's my favorite one. And just to let you know, everyone that was at derek's house last night had beautiful eyes. I hadn't seen them like that before. Everything is amazing! Wanna know the coolest part? I don't have glasses. :)

If you catch me staring at you, or someone else, or something that I might have not been able to see before, forgive me. At least for a couple weeks... :D

Hey madison: Will you marry me? (If you are totally lost and freaked out, go check your email...:)

I knew lyrics were coming soon...:d

Stuck in the Storm
I'll be leaving soon,
but I believe in you
I'll find a way to make it feel alright,
the long days and longer nights this can be ok
Just promise me it's everything,
just promise me
Just promise me it's everything,
I'll do the same

Cause when the days are getting colder
I miss you most
I'm stuck out in a rainstorm,
but you're my coat to keep me safe,
to keep me warm
cause without you I'm just stuck in the storm

just breathe out a little bit,
I'll be there soon
I'm there for you too
Just fly a flag a little bit,
we'll be okay

Cause when the days are getting colder
I miss you most I'm stuck out in a rainstorm,
but you're my coat to keep me safe,
to keep me warm
cause without you I'm just stuck in the storm
and the days are getting colder,
I miss you more then I ever did or ever could before
just open up

This is an "I can touch my tongue to my nose! Can you?" smiley: :d

When you have nothing to post about, what usually happens is lyrics or a picture.

Or nothing.
Because you uploaded a picture and then you accidently delete it and you are to lazy to load it again because your computer is slow and it wasn't that great of a picture anyways and you can't undo. So then you decide that you better use this space somehow anyway, but you can't think of anything except that summer is boring and so are saterdays. and I know that I spelled saturday wrong...but frankly, I don't care.
I guess i'll just have to tell you about the picture, cuz man it was awesome. It was on google images cuz I mean, where else do people get pictures? and so yeah. It was really yum looking ice cream. You should've seen it.

Officially gone.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Congraduations: Most Female Athlete

It took me a long time to get the foam, hairspray, silly string, and bobby pins out of my hair.
But it was worth it.

I graduated from the 8th grade last night. With honors! haha I was the "most female athlete" That's right! Not the best, but the most. What can I say, I'm ALL girl. ;) I actually felt like I was graduating from cooking school. Though I didn't have it as bad as Levi, who looked like a french cook with his moustache and a little too short gown...those caps (round puffy chef hats) and gowns (Irish pilgrim dresses) were pretty bad. But I guess that made it all the more fun. I had about 50 leis painstakingly pulled over my enormous hat by the end, and for the first time, I felt a sadness that school was over. Being a home school geek all my life, I hadn't ever really felt that feeling of leaving classmates. Now a LISS geek, I had to deal with a little more of that. It's kinda like the feeling after you've been in a play. You got through something with amazing people that could get a little trying sometimes. I always thought 8th grade graduation was kinda pointless, growing up in a country that normally doesn't celebrate it, but despite the silly string in my hair, (at least I didn't eat it in hopes that it was whipped cream like Maryana did) I'm glad I had it. Thanks to everyone who came! GO TIGERS!!

I'm officially a freshy now! Ready world? WOOHOO!

rock on!

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Normally weird

I'm finally posting this, Derek...;)

Most of their lives people joke about how they sing off-key, how they are really bad at math, how they are the worlds biggest geeks, how they are over-weight, or even sometimes how they are the worlds biggest geeks. But this is all just joking around, right? Well, I have a theory...(all heads lean in, and stroke their chins thoughtfully) you are what you eat, and you are what you stereotype yourself to be. For example: If you tell your friend (we'll call him James for our purposes) that he is always late for class and he is great at basketball, James will feel like he is obligated to be the one that makes the final shot in the basket ball game, or obligated to come a little late to class from that point on. Because, deep down inside, all of us just want to be normal and fit in...All of us want to have a "thing". Sometimes peoples "thing" is to not want to have a thing, but regardless, we all want one, and usually make them from what people say about us.

Now, just for Skylar, define "normal"
While you're at it, define "a thing" and "fit in"
And do it without thinking too hard.

;)

Sunday, June 3, 2007

things change

Lonsdales are leaving...:( Another way of phrasing that is half my family is moving 1000 miles away. A piece of Saipan is breaking away. What will we do without Sister Lonsdale in young womens, and who's gonna set up all of the projectors for Brother Lonsdale? ;) How will we live without Jocelyn's spunk, Derek's unannounced performances, Krista's puppy impressions, and Daniel's entertaining imitations of MoonJar? Life will be different, but this doesn't have to be a sad thing. They are moving into a better situation. There is an important purpose for them leaving. everything that happens, does so for a reason, but that still doesn't change how much I'll miss them...

As taylor said on sunday, her reasons for missing them are entirely selfish...I think she has a point there.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

fantasies and little blue boxes

In the sweetest dreams I've ever known
I could barely glimpse the love like you have shown
I'm not sure I'll ever see
why you've given all this love you have to me.

cuz I'd have given all i have
volenteered for any task
just to feel the love like yours
but I never had to ask

you were there when everyone was gone
led me to a lovely place where I belong
even though I never said a word
was there something in my aching heart you heard?

and I'd have begged to owe my life
on my knees and broken glass
for these moments in your light
but I never had to ask

it's almost like your mind can read my heart
and your listeniing to my secret prayer
even when I'm lost if we're apart
I'll feel your love like you're near

I've questioned all my life
if a love can last
since you've now emcompassed me
I will never have to ask

When it seems like all of your fantasies are becoming reality, it is then that your dreams have to be crushed and you know that your perfect life was not meant to be. That's when out from the ashes, the most spectacular thing in the whole wide world happens, and everything you lost you gain back with even more.

I look at my torn feet and ask, was it worth it?
I see the stains on your shirt
and the marks on mine and I wonder, was it worth it?
I watch you're light, and feel you're honesty
and I know
it was worth it.
every last bit.

Is it possible for a perfect life to get ten times more perfect?