I had something to blog about, but I forgot what it was.

I went to the airport today.
I long to fly somewhere again,
although I hate flying.

Missionary mail is the best mail.

Actually all mail is the best mail.

Mail is awes sauce.

It's going to be another one of those posts.

the ones that have no rhythm or reason.

welcome back old friend.

It's summer guys.

so i stay up way to late playing nancy drew although i am 19.

I will never be to old for nancy. she's my homegirl.

a lot of my favorite scriptures are in isaiah.

he's so cool you guys. 

i can't wait till i get up to heaven and i can shake his hand and say, "Hey, thanks for writing scriptures that mean something different every time i read them."

I got a ring out of a kinder egg today.

it has a stamp of a polar bear foot inside it. 

i've beens stamping everything i can get my hands on. i'm probably 6.

do my sentences seem choppy to you?

oh well. 

deal  with it. 

lame lame. i have nothing to write about.

and yet there are about a bazilion more drafts in my posts area then there ever has been before.

maybe i'll open this up to questions. 

ask away. 

be anonymous if you like. 

i prefer it that way probably. 

also, i really love this picture. 

i found it the other day and framed it. 

life is awesome. 

a picture i wish were polaroid

I always find myself coming back to this picture. I'm not sure why, i don't even like it that much, but i think maybe it's because it perfectly describes how i was feeling in that particular moment. the lack of security, the worry, the fear.
I think i always come back to it because i can honestly say that everything ended up being exactly how it was supposed to, and even though i was worried and scared before, now i can look back at that time as a memory. a memory that reminds me to put my trust in God. and a part of me wants to print it off large, and frame it, hang it somewhere everyone can see it, and part of me wants to fill in the blank spaces with my story, but all i can think of are music lyrics.

EFY is over.

college is real cool.

i'll miss it, but i'm so glad to be home right now. 

time has started to move to quickly.

harry potter in the everyday life...

once i was thinking about all of the things i would make horcruxes out of, and i ended up sounding a lot like voldemort.
example one: my first horcrux would be my anatomy lab manual.

I'm pretty sure this book already houses half of my soul. this is not a drill.

example two: my arrow ring i bought to celebrate my being top in my anatomy class.

just look at that beauty. i would of shown it on my finger except for the fact that my finger fat is very dominant. i have fat fingers. unbelievably fat fingers.

example three: my sister bonder necklace i have with janna that we bought with the cents in dad's car.

i still wear it everyday. it's important to remember where you came from.

example four: my dearest pigwidegeon. it's only fitting that he would be a horcrux, one because i don't think i will ever love a fish as much as i loved him, and two because he was named from harry potter.

he still will forever hold my heart .

this is where things got a little creepy. i was comparing my horcruxes to voldemorts, and i realized that out of his seven, four of mine were similar. my anatomy lab manual, his journal. my ring, the resurrection stone in the form of a ring. my necklace, slytherins locket, my pet fish, his pet snake.
at this point i just decided to continue with this theme.

horcrux number five: my p.g. baseball hat. it's no secret i never do my hair, and i wear this hat very often. i love it. i also love sandwiches.

similar to ravenclaw's lost diadem.

horcrux six: my owl cup i bought for fifty cents at a garage sale.

seriously, hufflepuff's cup right there.

me and voldy could defiantly be best friends. although i would probably have four more horcruxes.

my favorite t-shirt. i have neve had such soft fabric on my body.

my cactus. just look how cute it is.

my dream catcher. i love that fat indian.

my kite. seriously the best present i have ever received.

i was just thinking about how harry's death was going to be made into the seventh horcrux, but instead he became the seventh horcrux, what do you think the object voldemorts soul was going to be housed in? just thought about that. just now. 

have a good day. 

and i'm over here going, "i miss march."

it's no secret march is my favorite month.
take a look at why.

they came out, all four of them.

*sorry for all the blood spitting. i'm a gusher.