You hit that point when you’ve stayed up too long and your body’s like “heyyy dude let’s just keep doing stuff you don’t need sleep come onnn you’ve made it this far let’s keep going!”
Thanks, but no thanks.
Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I didn’t put it together before. Tenzin is both the name of Aang’s son… and that of our current Dalai Lama. This just makes sense.
I really like the scent of citrus-y things like orange and clementine, but I’m not really fond of the eating part… Something with their textures. So, like, instead of munching away at these clementine bits that I’ve dismembered with my hands, I just kind of suck the juices out of them. Like, what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I eat like a normal person? Does this make me some citrus vampire, or something?
My thoughts at night, guys. Really makes me wonder why I have friends.
Resurrecting a video from last year: Me singing “On My Own” from Les Miserables. At the end you can hear my uncle say, “Proud of you.” How I miss him.
Roommate (Zombie) and Me (Sally) before our live performance of The Nightmare Before Christmas! So much fun!!
Just finished my mini “tour” with Josh Groban. This was such an amazing experience, and such an incredible honor to sing with him. Definitely some of the best days of my life.
If I finish packing I could play the Sims later, but I’ve barely made any progress.
Ugghyy. Why is this so difficult… D:
I have too many to tell, but I remember one in particular. Growing up, I spent a lot of time in Northern Michigan at my Grandpa’s house. It was an acre or two of land nestled in the woods alongside a narrow, dirt road. I spent most of my time outside picking flowers, collecting rocks, digging holes, rescuing critters, getting filthy, etc. Before my Grandpa passed away two months after I turned six, we’d walk the trails he made behind his house and hunt for deer or bear tracks. One day, my grandpa surprised me with a swing he’d built just for me on our favorite tree. It was simple; it was just a plank of wood with rope slung over an extending branch. But it was downright magical to me and although I’m 20 now and haven’t walked with my Grandpa in close to 14 years, the swing still stands strong today.
Sitting in my closet. Packing for school today. Or, well, trying to, at least.