in a field outside of town

Today my cousin and my mother and I went to the cemetery and put flowers on the graves. It was as we were walking over said graves that I was thinking about grass.
You see, I haven't been around grass in quite a while. I mean, grass that smells. Not grass in the marijuana sense because that smells plenty, but the grass in the real yard-sense. You know, grass that smells like summer and spring and sometimes rain? Mostly sunniness and umbrella forts under cherry blossom trees, but that's just me. Well, I live in the middle of the grungy city during the week; my front yard is made of concrete and homeless folks. On the weekends I head up to the mountains where the only grass is dead and hidden under layers of snow. So I'm not exposed to any grass, really, aside from the grass at school which I'm always in too much of a hurry to sit in.
I need to appreciate the fucking grass.
Hopefully I'm going to Enumclaw tonight; I'll be at Kay's father's and I'll commandeer their mini yard.
Hmmmm sounds good.

Love.

elderly father-in-law, Laertes

Cleaned room today.
Reland helped signifcantly.
Thanks girlie.

We're sitting on my bed now; it smells like soap and the floor is the spic-n-spannest thing I've seen since we went through the car wash the other day.
We're watching this British TV series called Black Books and I'm in love. I wish I was more Irish.
Last night was great. There were rainbow people.
Do the chickens have large talons?
I'm still excited for this week.
Father goes to Louisiana tomorrow; going to Ali's hopefully.
Can't seem to speak in full sentences.
I am cuddling with Reland while she draws eagles. Am holding a pink seal named Courtney.
Vamos a comer hamburguesas por la cena.
No tengo nada para decirte hoy.
Escuche a Stawberry Fields Forever el noche pasado, y I Am The Walrus el todo de la manana hoy.

Bai.
Love.

caught red-handed at the door

I had the weirdest dream. Maureen Peavey came to my new house and stole my Milk Duds and taught me how to tap dance.
I realized something last night; I get sick around the same time every month. It was exactly this time when I got sick in December, and in January, and in November...I can't remember the months before that. I got the Postsecret book yesterday and got through half of it in 7 minutes with Reland...we were driving home from U Village.
Speaking of.

To-Do list:

• See Sarah Grove!
• Get Nyquil
• Make school to-do list
• Read Great Speeches By Native Americans by next Monday
  
• Replace the lightbulb on my desk
• Replace the lightbulb in my closet
• Clean off floor
• Fanaggle parents into letting me spend the night at Ali's
• Retrieve straightener from the great abyss that is the cabin bathroom
• Send Colleen's box

I feel like a dingus. I brought up some things with some people and hopefully it won't be awkward now; if it is, it'd be my own fault. Nah, I wouldn't let that happen.
I am sort of in the process of cleaning mi cuarto; I've got a vanilla-scented candle lit and two strings of lanterns and Christmas lights replacing my burnt-out bulbs. My teeth hurt from finally wearing my retainer and I have two Obama "Yes We Did" stickers on my desk. Not that you can actually see my desk from under all the books and photos and old graded homework assignments.
I live in chaos and I love it. Hah.
I don't have anything astoundingly deep to say; more often than I think I realize, I envy people who think so deeply all the time, who can put their thoughts into words so eloquently.
I'm a bit restless and I'm excited for a week of relaxation, cartoon dreams, and wheezing.
I'm excited for a bright yellow van and a car that I am determined to give a new scent. I am excited for meeting his mom, maybe. I'm excited for hugs and cuddles and kisses, not that I'm not abundantly blessed with those already. (: I'm excited for dark, late-night "are you there? I can't see you! give me your hand!"'s and pre-made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I'm excited for molestaches and glow sticks and sleeping under the stars. I'm excited for necks and hands and drawing on him and Nixon and Olive-IA! I'm excited to escape from this nonsense.
I'm excited for working on my juju project.
Really, I understand what Haley was talking about when she said she loves her life here, but she loves her life in Alaska more. I feel like I have a little family up there, it's lovely.
There's totally a bucket of Playdough on my desk.
I just realized that I have not been in possession of my mobile device for most of February. I miss it and I'm tired of have my moods go up and down.
I also miss wandering off to the "bathroom" during geometry to actually go see Elly and Sheila.
NOSTALGIA
I miss summer and being barefoot all the time.

Love.

ladies and gentlemen! the let's-go-out-tonites!

don't know how to lead, just follow along.

propane butane butene propyne pentene hexane noname
Fuck chemistry.

I was invited to a rave last night. Is there such a thing as an invitation to a rave? I guess he was basically like, "Come to the rave with me."
I said no. Hah.
What a life I have.

Today's a good day; voy a la casa de Fairy Princess despues de la escuela. It's sunny and warm and I'm wearing a teal hoodie.

Good stuff.
I got four valentines! (:
Happy valentines day, everyone. Early. Friday the 13th.

Love.

waiting for 12:34

I couldn't sleep so I figured I'd write.

I just read through all my blog posts from like December until now and noticed the steady decline in moods and good juju. I can see why, it's not like it was really without reason. But I'm glad I did read because I got rid of some shit that I hadn't thought was offensive at the time but totally was. Also, I remembered that I'm not a fuck, as I have been feeling lately.
Preston quoted me on Facebook; I feel flattered.

I found a song on iTunes, called Mario Kart Love Song by Sam Hart.

I didn't mean to find it, I was actually looking for Mario Kart applications for my phone I think, and then I came back for it later. It's fantastic. I want to marry this lovely Mr. Hart.

I'm not ski racing anymore. My mother a while ago had asked about the possibility of getting a refund in case I couldn't ski on my knee anymore and the book keeper misconstrued her question and sent all the money we'd paid back...So I'm not ski racing anymore...What a huge step. I have ski raced my entire life, no joke. Since I was five, I think. What am I even going to do with myself? Homework, I guess. How am I going to tell McKenna?

ONE MINUTE UNTIL 12:34!
I don't think I'm going to school tomorrow. Or today, technically. I am still - BREAK IT'S 12:34!!!

Okay cool, wish made. I forgot what I was sayingosaldkfs oh yeah, I'm still sick. Fuck.
I have a lot to do; make up tests and get homework and meet with teachers and do laundry and make a new dance company drawing and whoaaaaaa.
I really need to do something to spice up my life.
Maybe I should join a book club lolololol or eat Thai food or go bungee jumping.
Okay I've joined a book club and no me gustaba.
I've eaten Thai food and it didn't spice up anything, not even my tastebuds.
AND HOLY COW I'M GOING BUNGEE JUMPING THIS SUMMER.
Mykaila JO, you better do it with me or I'd pee my pants.

Okay. Maybe bedtime now. Night.

cramps and stomach flu

Cliche college visit movies make my sick days a lot happier.
I think if I were ever forced to join anything in Movie College, I'd cut my hair, tape my boobs, and join a Movie Fraternity. Movie Sororities don't do a whole lot for me, they make me want to die a little bit. Not that the Fraternities are all that desirable either. Except Movie Sororities are always cleaner. Thank God for girls.
I don't even know what I'm going on about. Fake sororities and fraternities.
But I highly doubt that I would ever go to Movie College.
Yesterday morning while waiting for my mother I was sitting in the car and listening to Blink-182 and it inspired a rant something like this.

Anyway. I think it's time for some breakfast.

you're such a smiling sweetheart

I think I took this on a submarine.


I fucking love submarines.
And not just because of the crack song.