going RUNNING.

today is going to be a GREAT day. 

I'm going running at 7 at the lakes. Then I'm going to study hard and finish strong with those exams. only two left

I. can. not. wait. for. summer. to. begin.

especially because during summer, we get to go boat riding a lot.{ I LOVE BOAT RIDING.}

have a stellar saturday!

God is good and life is beautiful.

so today after studying (or not studying) for english, I've felt very poetic and musical {hint the lyrics posted earlier} here is my favorite poem. I came upon this lovely poem by e.e. cummings last year in English class. I love it because you just can't wrap your mind around it and it really doesn't make much sense, yet you understand it.

since feeling is first

e.e. cummings

since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things

will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool

while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,

and kisses are a better fate

than wisdom

lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry

—the best gesture of my brain is less than

your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then

laugh, leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

p.s. sorry this post is so jumbled and not consistent at all! that is just how I'm feeling today.

and feeling is first.

Dream {courtesy of Kendra}

I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.

I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream

That I could fly from the highest swing.

I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.

The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream

That I could fly from the highest tree.

I had a dream.

Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.

I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.

I had a dream

study study baby

good luck on exams!

I'm supposed to be studying for exams, so here's a quick recap of the adventures that went down today:

ate lunch in the hIVe. visited the sisters. ran. got caught in a thunderstorm.

made a periodic table of our favorite memz from chem II.

and now

OFF TO STUDY. {maybe}

have a GGGGGRRRRRRRRReat day!

adventures of udder brotha

today, my friends and I discovered that moo-ing songs is a much more effective way to harmonize.

look out world. Here's the next big thing in moooosic.

Justin Beiber, Mooooove over.

dear neighbors,

productivity is a praised virtue in my head.

yet, yesterday was lacking in anything of that sort. and today is falling into the dark hole void of anything close to that. {as shown by the pointless drawing above}

All day, I just clicked "next blog" and read up on the strangers in the grand neighborhood of the blogspot world. hmmmm creepy? you decide, dear neighbor.

After thoroughly looking around this new neighborhood of blogs, I found that I really like all the different types of blogs that I stumbled across. I came to the conclusion that many people in the blogging world are religiously motivated mothers who love their husbands and have at least 3 kids. either that, or they are teenagers feeling lost and insecure about life who just need a place to rant about how no one understands them. There's also the blogs that sport the last post as something such as "February 23, 2006: sorry I haven't been keeping up with the blog. Things are just so busy around here." and then you never hear from them again. also, You know Everyone loves the satirical sarcastic filled blogs that make you laugh out loud (literally). In addition, there's the handful of "The [last name] family blog!" blogs that document the everyday happenings of that particular family including anything from potty training to family vacation photos with their adorable little kids. And lastly, you can't forget the artsy, cutesy, photography lover cute blogs that seem to be popping up everywhere. But this doesn't encompass everyone's blog. There are just so many out there. Once I came across a blog dedicated entirely to depicting realistic cat fur in paintings. There truly is a blog out there for everyone to follow.

And although I know that there are other blogs floating around that exhibit similar qualities to mine, I feel like an outcast in this new neighborhood.

I wonder who stumbles/will stumble across my blog.

exaggerated adventures

so today I've been exaggerating a lot.

that is not good.

Actually, it runs in my family, you see. My grandmother is the biggest exaggerator in the world. It's the worst when you fall into exaggerating (1) because it's addicting-- once you start you can't be stopped and (2) because you lose all reliability and credibility when it comes to giving first-hand accounts of something. I'm going to stop this now. It's probably just a one day fit that came over me. no worries.

you know what else runs in my family...balding.

well anyway, my friends and I went to get Izze's today at whole foods despite the fact that we didn't have any time to do so. mannnnnn, those things are GREAT. who cares if I didn't have time to dry my hair before the crawfish boil? life's an adventure. sometimes those adventures don't always come when you are ready for them.

lots to say

Readers, you are in luck.

today was quite the adventure.

the first being the beginning of something very great--CROSS COUNTRY. Today the organizational meeting marked the start of yet another season of one of the greatest adventures of my young life. Cross country is just so great. the look on everyone's faces matched with the feeling in the meeting today was just right.

secondly, today we encountered a haggard, weary, and worn dog wandering the streets around school (props to sus for those stellar adjectives). Contrary to my objections, my sister and company decided to keep this dog because they could not find the owner. I was so furious with them for taking in this scruffy dog that could possibly be carrying rabies. where is the sense in that bunch?

one look at the dog melted my cold heart.

they cleaned him up and named him Klein (after the street where he was found--Kleinert)

but then our neighbor renamed him Joseph because Klein reminded her of Hitler (...?)

the last adventure of the day was at St. George youth group. We played a pretty intense game of frisbee. One in which I was tackled (yes, tackled) to the ground by no other than

Suezilla Fasanosaurus.

that's all folks.

now we're back to the beginning

purpose of this blog: document my life. see the best in everything. and live each day as a new adventure.