don't know why i'm scared, i've been here before.

Playing "Tic Tac Toe" and getting a "cats" game every time. 

Going nowhere.

Round and round and round on the merry-go-round we go. 

Lather, rinse, repeat.

don't trust me.

You know when you blog stalk people? So you start by reading one person's blog that you actually follow but then end up reading like 3 people's blogs that you really don't know, or do know but if they knew that you read their blog that would be creepy. Welp, I just did that. I read Bronwen's blog (which isn't creepy) but then on Bronwen's blog I stumbled upon Matt Woodruff's blog. (which is borderline creepy) Well both of their blogs had a reoccurring theme. They both told stories that made me laugh out loud. Bronwen getting stuck outside and her sister hanging up on her was pretty classic. Matt and crew trying to get Usher to play on their Disney Station, what dorks. (But in a good funny way) So pretty much, I hope that this story makes someone laugh. Or just be creeped by it. I don't know, it's story time.

Once upon a time I was in Potomic Book Store in Maryland.  They had a section of books that were used. I found a few that I might read on a good day and decided to buy about $12 worth of books. As I was there, some freaking lady kept staring at me. I was SO confused. I mean, I know I just came from work and that I probably smelled like Seneca Creek. But so did Becky Miller and Hannah Putt. So this lady just keeps randomly being on the same row that I was and I was starting to get freaked out. I just decided to rub it off, even though Hannah and Becky were making fun of me. So I got in line (which was a pretty long line for some reason) and the lady is a few people in front of me. All of the sudden the lady comes up to me and goes "I'm sorry, you just look so much like my daughter" Ummm... okay? She quickly got back in line. 30 seconds, a minute goes by. She comes back. "I'm sorry, you look so much like my daughter who died in a car crash. She was mad at me the night she left and I never got to say goodbye."  Me: um? I'm so sorry. Can I help you? The lady with a dead daughter, "Could you, could you just say 'Bye Mom' as I walk out? It would just give me some comfort and peace?" Well, what was I to do? Of course I said I would. So the lady walks out, and I nicely say "Goodbye mom". As I reach the counter the clerk guy man told me that I owed $72. I was a bit confused. I told him I got all of the books out of the used book section. He told me that my mom had said that I had the credit card and would pay for it. WHAT THE HECK?! The freaking lady scammed me. So I set down my books and chased the lady down. Oh did I. So I chased her down through the deli that was under the book store, through the parking garage. But I couldn't catch her. She just had too much of a lead. The lady seriously lied about her dead daughter and wanted me to pay 50 bucks for her stupid books, probably about cats and ruining people's lives.  So I never went to that book store again.

The moral of the story is to not trust people when they say that their daughter is dead and they want reassurance. They probably just want to make you feel bad and pay for their books.

You can say that again.

this is home.

So this is what home feels like---

• Realizing that my phone is sitting on my bed more than half way to the airport
• 5 hour flight, watching the Titanic for the first time in one sitting
• Jensen and Meliosa dancing and waving welcome home signs
• Little Caesars
• Maddox and Walker seeing me, riding really fast and BOTH of them run to me and give me the biggest hug ever. 
• Surprising Sarah, Paige, Lauren and Emily on my arrival. I don't know who's reaction was best. Sarah's was freaking hilarious but so was Emily's.
• Going to a party and meeting boys who just started growing armpit hair. Interesting.
• Banana Grams with Momma, Tanner and Lydia late in the hours of the night. 
• Watching videos, facebook stalking and talking with Lyds until 3AM.
• Tanner and CJ's homecoming.
• Eating so much fruit and food.
• Talking with the Bozo Hart and Lydia about Stud Gov ideas 
• Taking an Sunday afternoon nap
• Dinner at Grandma's house
• Going Tunnel Singing with Lydia. Seeing McKann and predicting Izsy's mind and her requests without even knowing it!
• Staying up til 1:00 playing games with my mom, eating more fruit. 
• Talking to Sarah on Facebook til 3:30 AM. 
• Getting my schedule for school. 

All I can say is that it's been eventful. Also that it's been real, it's been fun and it's definitely been real fun. (Kelsey Dorsette, Arts and Crafts instructor at Calleva)

I LOVE BEING HOME!!!!!!

blonde hair with a gentle curl.

Fellow followers, I need some advice.

I need a change in my hair. Something different. See, I don't want to do something drastic like cut it off because last time I did I hated it. I don't know what else I could do with it. Bangs? Layers? Both? Perm? What should I do? Please tell me. I'm serious, I need some serious advice.

TELL ME. Thanks.

Where do you want to go? Where do you want to be tomorrow? Where do you want to be in a week, in a month, in a year? What about the long run? Where do you see yourself in 5, 15, 20, 50 years? Where do you want to be in heaven? 

Figure it out so when your Cheshire Cat asks you where you want to be, you know--  

Then get there.

sitck to the status quo

The boy who played with barbies and had more girlfriends then guys was labeled "gay"
The girl who was pregnant at age 16 and now raises a child on her own was labeled "teenage mom"
The man in the cell who killed a family drunk driving was labeled "drunk"

The woman who was married 3 times and now has a boyfriend that she lived with was labeled "slut" 

But why?  

Sure he's gay, she's a mom, he made a mistake and she can't figure out love. But that's not who they are. It's apart of them but it's not as we should view them. It shouldn't be the one word we use to describe that particular person.  That's the thing about life.

Everyone has bad in them. We all have our sins, our trials, our difficulties. Some are more visible than others. 

But would you want to be labeled as yours?