Picture project! I'm getting paid to go through the pictures that I loved to look at so much when I was little. I'm so very excited about this job. I have to take them all out of the albums, upload them into the computer, and then file the hard copies. Doesn't sound like too much of a thrill but Mom says I'm getting paid a lot. And it's thrilling to me. I love pictures, as you may be able to tell already. I also get to run into a lot of photography of my Dad's. It kind of helps remember where I got this interest.
I just got back from the orthodontist, and I have a car in my mouth. By that, I mean it's going to cost as much as a small car payment. I'm psyched for this to happen though, and I think Mom is too. Besides the cost of-course. That's enough about my teeth because that couldn't get anymore boring for someone on the receiving end.
I should get ready to go to mutual. "Class activity" they said. In other words; "we have to plan." But there is "a special treat" which I'm psyched about. Adios amigos!

This is a list of alphabetized small and simple things for which I am grateful. Get a hold of and (necessary verb here)each of these things as often as possible.

1. the alphabet

2. bagels

3. bare feet

4. board games

5. books

6. a childhood movie( one that you can recall watching over and over right after the last time you watched it:)

7. coupons

8. DDR

9. Eggs Benedict(especially when your brother makes it for you)

10. a favorite song

11. food made by a mother.

12. grape juice

13.a key, string, fret, bow, uhh... blow hole?

14. letters(both types)

15. naps

16.paint(the kind you can eat!)

17. pencils

18. pictures

19. rainbows... yeah

20. a "thank you"

21. the word "yes" especially when followed immediately by "!"

22. You know those honey mustard pretzel things? Yeah, those.


And those things are magnificent whether you like it or not.

Elysse's new stroke of genuis ----------->

This is a pink triceratops. It is fantisimo.

Finished my first "response" essay today. It almost wasn't in on time too.

I finished at 4:54 P.M when it was due at 5:00. I sent it to Mom and then went down to tell her that I sent it. When I came back up I got one of those "Mailer Daemon" things, so I had to re-send it to a different email address. So I ran downstairs to get it, and then I sent the wrong document and then I finally sent the right one at exactly 5:00. It's crazy stuff. Would I get in trouble for that in college?
Opal Dream is fantastic! I really love it. As much complaints as I have about having to write such an essay and how hard it was, I had a lot of fun writing it.
I'll try to write more later. I know it's not much of an entry but Psych is on. Bye!

man o' man music is beautiful

The most comfortable and peaceful place to listen to bliss music is on the floor of your own bedroom. Wether or not your doing it for dramatic effect, or for people to notice you, doesn't matter. It feels amazing.

How you tell a song is good is when the music and lyrics is so good it makes you(you meaning YOU) want to explode with your own fabulous personality. It's one of the greatest feelings in the world.

Another fantastic feeling, is when you don't listen to your own music for like two months. And then on a magical day, pull out your best playlist and sulk in the greatness of it all. Maybe on the floor. It will remind yourself that past-you wasn't so bad after all. That you guys still have something in common. My favorite.

Music wins.