and a way out is found

...but should i really be this excited about it?

...

what have i gotten myself into

bubbly

i would totally not be creeped out if michale buble sunk into my room every night to sing me to sleep....actually i would encourage it. so mr buble if youre out there reading this (which i highly doubt but nonetheless still hope) you are more than welcome to come lull me to sleep every night with your alluring voice. but i warn you michale, dont try to get fresh with me becasue i will give you a beat down. Though if you wanted to ask me on a date i just might accept.

update

so tie dye tuesdays are going great. i have yet to forget to wear a tie dyed shirt on tuesday. it has yet to catch on with others but im going strong i think people will get a clue soon enough...I once had a dream that it was tuesday and i was trying to put on a tie dyed shirt but every time i pulled the shirt down past my head it would turn into just a plain white shirt, it was a nightmare! speaking of weird dreams i have reoccurring dreams of something happening to my teeth, like they fall out or move around a lot or they are really ugly looking. ITS TERRIFYING!!! i did not have braces for three years to have my teeth look like crap and then proceed to fall out. oh heck to the no! brush brush floss floss. well thats all i have for now, until i feel like writing again...ciao.

dern it. why didnt i just listen when i was a child.

i really wish i would have heeded my piano teachers voice when i was younger. Practicing was important, she would say to me every week. She said that if i would just practice i would one day be able to just sit down at the piano and play what i was feeling. i really wish i could have known then what i know now. Today i had the strongest desire to just sit at the piano and get all my emotion out by hitting the keys and have something more come out form the piano than the unmusicalness that i produce. dern me and my childlike stupidness. ugh.

twos company and threes a crowd

being the third is no fun. i want the fourth to come back.

sad day

something tragic has happened in my life recently. it has really been upsetting to me and i havent been able to get it out of my mind. sadly there has been a death...my plant herb had died. i have had him since i was a sophomore in high school. Herb was bestowed upon me by my uncle. Herb was a good plant, he didnt shed leaves, he enjoyed the sunlight and he didnt mind when i would forget to water him. Herb was a strong plant, he survived the trip from California to Utah in the back of a pick-up.But i guess he just coulnt take my abuse anymore, two weeks was just too long to go without the precious hydrogen oxygen compound. i tried to save him but it was just to late...he was beyond saving. those of you reading this may think that i am being a bit sarcastic but i am truly sad that herb died. I planned on having him for the rest of my life. so heres to you Herb, thanks for the brightness that youve brought into my room and my soul, no other plant will ever take your place although they make take your pot. rest well my friend and may your decomposing go well.