roasted apples on dewlite mornings

it has recently been discovered in a scientific study that sunday afternoons are the opportune time to write blogs.

not the opportune time to dump your car in a bog. like in psycho.

tori just stuck a pillow up the back of my sweatshirt and called me "pregnant backwards."
if that isn’t somewhat awkward, i don’t know what is.

OUR LISTS

things we daydream about:
1. how im going to decorate my dorm room next fall.
2. getting a tan.
3. what it would be like at a different school.
4. how myspace would survive without avid bloggers like ellen.
5. how far away i could get from here in a day.
6. how to construct a robot in the sky.
7. how most of the female population would look without an electric outlet.
8. living in indonesia.
9. what i would look like bald.
10. having a soundtrack playing to my life.
11. driving my own car.
12. how long i could rollerblade until my wheels were gone.
13. never having to shave my legs again.
14. being in a movie and doing my own stunts.
15. keeping my fish alive for more than a month.

favorite songs
1. harder, better, faster, stronger-daft punk
2. wonderboy-tenacious D
3. our song-taylor swift
4. here comes a special boy-freezepop
5. so much love-the rocket summer
6. wannabe-spice girls
7. maneater-nelly fertado
8. monday-aol
9. you dance-eastmountainsouth
10. everything-michael buble
11. here in the middle-haley
12. hey jude-the beatles
13. my stupid mouth-john mayer
14. international harvester-craig morgan
15. gold digger-kayne west

15 ways to fill up time in vancouver:
1. walk the columbia river boardwalk
2. drive to the end of a country road (frenchman’s bar)
3. go to walmart and make a box of fun
4. decoupage
5. make music videos
6. go snowboarding
7. flamingo people
8. go to the beach/surf
9. cart racing at winco
10. muchas gracias
11. go to portland
12. hike on a trail
13. bike ride/rollerblade
14. bowling at big al’s
15. go to random awesome parks: franklin, esther short, hidden, big red, wintler, carter...

3 on the bed and the little one said, roll over, roll over.
i’m not a roller.

all these lists were a collaboration from emily, ellen, and victoria.

we hope your read was pleasurable.

oh and happy easter.

(we just got done with an easter egg hunt. it was amazing!)

peace out.

p.s. i should add that each of us contributed 5 of the 15 items on the lists above. figuring out which one of us added which 5 is up to you.

snakes and superpowers

ah today was amazing!

well, actually, it kinda sucked then got better...

1. i got rear-ended. but it’s all good.
2. i rescheduled one of my finals!!
3. i think i did relatively decent on my math exam.
4. went to work.
4. took sophie and taegen down to salmon creek.
5. found garden snakes and held them so the girls could touch them. (it was awesome!)
6. now i’m sitting in my room listening to nathan play the new bridge to i use my superpowers (it’s so good!!)
7. then i have awana, youth group, and then...
8. i’m going to eric’s to watch the matrix!! (yeah it’s that exciting)
9. yeah sleep!

so i really need to fix my camera that’s been broken for about 6 months now. ugh.

k dinner bye.

madeline and the meaning of life

today anne and i were hanging out.

then we walked into petco.

then i decided i wanted i fish.

i had thought about getting a fish before, but i was scared of being too spontaneous.

is there such thing?

so today, with promptings of spontaneity from anne, i got my fish.

and not just any fish...

a japanese fighter fish.

it is beautiful.

tonight i watched 'into the wild.'

after watching it, some things i think are true, but some agendas were definitely pushed.

it's not about stuff.

it's not about fish.

it's not about me.

happiness is found when it is shared.

with God and with others.

that's what it's all about.

period.

black cassette

i sit here in front of you
amazed by the shadows you cast in the light
pardon my asking, but i want to know
did you read all the letters i had to rewrite?
envelopes and stamps did their duty
while you sipped your tea
and i dared to wonder
if you thought about me

i faded like bleach into your mind
you played me back, then hit rewind
i kinda like being this black cassette
i'll cheer you up when you get upset

i'm not there, but i'll be there soon
im a 100 miles away
so i won't be there by noon
but i found this old piano
outside on the street
so i recorded you a song
that has a funky beat
i put it in the mail
and i sent it home to you
p.s. don't forget
je t'aime beaucoup

figurative dances

whispers are currents creeping on clouds
my heart could not beat louder
tell me the sounds of silence you hear
like seeing two birds but hearing the air
the water surrounds me and pours in my ears
i am drowning in my fears

it's been 72 days since i saw you last
and all i can do is reminisce of the past
it's over you tell me
you don't even care
i stagger to a window
and breathlessly stare
and everything we ever knew
won't ever continue

no more will i hear
a laugh or a tear
just the ocean mocking me
telling me silently
that the grass was not greener
oh it wasn't greener
the grass was a color of gray
much to my dismay

so goodbye dear friend
i hope you remember
that this is the end
no more second chances
or figurative dances
we're through
but i still love you

sweet things

apple seeds are black like clouds
that drench my strawberry heart
tears drip down like kiwi rain
to form a puddle of orange juice art

and i sing loud
and i sing proud
to run away from the noises
and i sing loud
and i sing proud
to save myself from the voices

purple plums try to come
to steal my raspberry loving
but mellow breezes like limes and lemons
float in to take the beating

and all these sweet things
can't stop me from You
but sometimes
these sweet things
will try to deceive me
but don't worry
i'm coming back soon

my dance

this is my dance.
it's new every time.
it began as a heartbeat
and sprouted a rhyme.

this is my dance.
the beat and the rhythm.
like a bright spectrum
released from a prism.

this is my dance.
with hands in the air.
spinning in circles
when life seems so square.

this is my dance
through joy and through strife.
i will keep dancing cause
my dance is my life.