December 2009
Ahhhhhh.
I just got a brand new idea that I’m going to try and work with and turn into a book. I feel like I haven’t really written anything useful since I finished Chasing Light and so now I’m going to try and change that. I have a new idea that’s kind of an old one at the same time, but I’m making it original and adding a fresh twist to it.
Not going to give it away just...
Melons?
Andrew: We need like...six syllables to finish the bridge.
Gabby: Okay.
Sita: Oh wow. "Bring me home" is in such a small font. It looks like "bring melons."
Gabby: Bring melons?
Andrew: Hey, we can use that. *sings* "Bring melons"...That's three out of the six syllables we need. What would come after that?
Gabby: ... *sings* "I'm hungry."
Andrew: Brilliant! Let's use it.
Oyy.
This is what we do.
Sita: OMG, what is that?
Andrew: It's cranberry and apple juice mixed together.
Sita: So what is it?
Andrew: ...cranappleberry.
“We’ve got to take the think in our thoughts and put it on the computer....”
– Andrew Beisser
Huh.
I should stop reblogging blogsecret. Really.
So I went undefeated thus far today during our round robins for fencing. Which is great and all, don’t get me wrong, but my toughest opponent is Julie and I haven’t fenced her yet. Grrrr. So I’ll be doing that tomorrow.
AN: Someone hit me off-target in the chest right where my necklace is and pushed it into my skin and bruised me....
This Friday.
That’s right. Jason’s coming home this Friday. After my fencing practice, I have band practice at Andrew’s house from 7:30 - 9:30 and he’s going to come over and watch us, since I won’t have any time with him before that.
I. Cannot. Wait.
I seriously want to skip every day of school this week JUST BECAUSE it makes my day seem slower and I want Friday to come as fast...
"You make my heart happy."
breatheforlove:
kimbapsushi:
fuckyeahhlove:
erikavw:
She was standing there in front of the mirror, looking down at her hands. Her small hands, her chubby fingers. She was afraid to look up; how could she ever see the same person as he did? She wasn’t beautiful, that she knew, then how could he ever think she was pretty to begin with? Whatever reason she came up with, nothing could...