February 2010
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January 2010
Pyro-Pianos? →
“Have you practiced piano yet?” That was the worst question I ever had the misfortune of answering as a child, because the answer, nine times out of ten, was no. Before the days when my family owned a real, shiny wooden piano, I practiced my dreaded lessons on a hand-me-down Casio Keyboard given to me by my well-meaning grandmother. Had I stumbled upon this riveting recall back in my middle...
QUESTION:
why does england still have a queen? i don’t understand.
i think she’s just lovely. i really do. in fact i’d love to enjoy tea and crumpets with her. plus her hats are fantastic. i just don’t understand quite what her job is.
WHY?
…does my face get flushed when i sit in front of the computer sometimes? i feel that it’s God’s way of telling me to do something productive.
on a separate note, today was just another magical boone day. sometimes i just can’t believe this wonderful place.
INGRID MICHAELSON,
you are fabulous.
and i plan on spending this glorious snowy weekend with you.
plus i enjoy you the fact that you have the same name as my mom.
…but that’s just another facet of your awesomeness.
Happy Anna-kah
To one of my favorite people.
happy birthday, 22 days late.
“Never give in
Never give in.
Never, never never,
never give in.”
– Winston Churchill
Skinny Love -Bon Iver
snowyday.
things that i love
things checked off in my planner.
my fuzzy mouse friend, who is currently watching me type this.
the smell of pen ink.
snow. (thanks boone.)
diet dr. pepper.
blankets. i have a problem. there are two on my bed and two underneath.
old family photos. i have the prettiest ancestors EVER.
law and order.
my precious car Grurple, minus her unsightly dent.
all music, but currently, study...
http://www.eveningstar.co.uk/content/pdf/eyevine-ha... →
my bed, you say?
oh you know. it’s just about the best thing EVER.
“God is not a man, that He should lie,
Nor a son of man, that He should change...”
– Numbers 23:19
“Sometimes you climb out of bed
in the morning
and you think, ...”
– Charles Bukowski
