All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
What to post about
I am not sure what to post about. I already gave my post about amazing books, I should go on about music. I love music. From Hymns to country, to anything else. I don't really have much to say. But Music is amazing.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Another Year . . .
I got up this morning thinking about school, birthdays, and everything that comes with a new year. I didn't want to get up at first, but then I realized I would have to face the year soon. I got to thinking what comes with a year. The laughter, the tears, the friends. 2008 was a interesting year. I think of how much I have grown, more than in height :). I finally left my room feeling good about the new year in front of me.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Snow!!!!
It is currently snowing. I love the look of it. I want to run outside and dance in it. Infact, i think I will. I want to laugh, cry, and dance. I don't care what kind it is. I just want to dance in the snow.
Monday, December 15, 2008
I know that feeling
I think I am in the mood Kacy was in. Infatuthymic. If some nice boy said something nice to me, I would completely fall in love. 12 is way to young to be feeling this but I can't help myself. I can't exactly put it into words.
On other notes, our Aunt and Uncle from New Jersey are here!!!! I am so happy. I could fly. Infatuthymic, and family are nice.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
What is a good title for this??
In all my 12 almost thirteen years of life, I have never known someone I love to move. I think that made me a little more vulnerable. I know people who live far away from me, but I had never known them to move. Until now. Yesterday one of moms closest friends told us they are moving to South Carolina in April. I realize now how hard it can be to be aware of the fact someone is moving. I kept telling myself that I need to move on. Not like forget them, but to stop thinking about it, get some work done. But, sometimes moving on is the hardest thing.
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