I feel sexy drinking water.

Yep, the title says it all.

Swimming in a sea of words.

Darn, I can't get my pictures to upload.
I really don't know why this is underlined.............Okay
I want it to stop.

But.
It.
Won't.
Great.

My black nail is nearly gone. Yay!
It stopped. Woo!

I took two of my friends' senior pictures. I'll post a few. They were easy to shoot. Both very fortunate looking.

Noet. Note to self: I'm done with dull blogs that contain skepticism! Yes=Yeahhh

She is not kissing the pillow, dufus. How do you even spell dufus?

Meet Lenny.

Hi you!

I'm about to paint and I can't stop listening to Givers. I keep dancing... Alone. Wouldn't you like to see.

So, everyday this week I have gone swim&read "A Year With Lewis." It's basically a different passage from all his work. And you read it daily! Oh yeah baby!

Rararara! I saw you first. BuM bUMbUM buooom.

Lalala, I'm happy. I ate steak with my popie!

Jes, is going to be a famous spoken word poet, her ideas are genius.

Janna, a farmer.

Life= summer time, beyond excited feelings about Portland roadtrip, anticipation, uncertainty, scrubs, water, freeish, single, backpacks, D700.

Every human: Do not everrrrrrr get plastic surgery! Unless it is a medical reason. If you lack self esteem, tell me. And I'll just butter you up, gorgeous person you are ;)

Ricki told me much about Portland I don't feel like typing. K, Bye

Haven't been me lately.

I would like to ask for help but, I fear that pride may have stepped into place. Although, lately I don't believe I have been prideful, just in a state of desperation.

My soul is becoming just part of my body. I don't feel like the two are separate, but only mixing at a rapid pace.

Have I even been living? I feel as if ever since August I have just been in is existence. Just there.

Especially from December to the present. I have not been me. I want God. To help me. And visit me with life soon.

Even though I may have been seeming to be fine, I can feel that I'm not. Stress&fear has taken that place of fun&life.

I will be okay.

It will be okay.

Being back to me, gives hope to my bones. My worn out bones.

I keep contradicting myself&not really making sense.

I was about to apologizing for venting. You don't have to hear my voice or even read this, therefore I don't think an apology is necessary. "You" might not even exist. By that I mean people reading my blog. I will stop explaining myself right about... Now.