(LessThanThree)

You found me.

He is risen, indeed

Pretty much all I've heard for the past week is Jimmy Buffet.

Obviously that means my brother is home.

"Ya know, I was talkin' to my friend Desdemona the other day..."

"WE NEED MORE FRUITCAKES IN THIS WORLD AND LESS BAKERS!"

Oh my, I'm a different person now. Sorry, "paradise" brainwashing under these conditions is inevitable.

I like those Xanga kids but can't stand their journal of choice. C'mon kids. Fret not, for judging is not my favored activity.

Last night I hung out with the Burris family plus Austin. It was loads of fun! Upon my arrival Mashel wasn't present so I chatted with Judy and spied on what Mashel's Easter basket contained. Then Austin brought Mashel back to us all and we painted eggs. Or rather, dipped eggs. We then rated them and they got placed.

Top Placements:
1st: "Sedona Sunset" by Mashel
2nd: "Gunther" by Austin
3rd: Tie between "Theodore" (a smart egg) and "Karen" (the mom egg) by yours truly. Proving to Jeremy Steckel that my mom's cooler. 'Cause I made an egg about her and it won.
4th: "Easter Sunrise" by Judy
5th: "Cross (with grass)" by Sir Burris.

and so on. It was full of laughter and occasional family tension. The Burris parents have a habit of walking out on me and into another room while I'm talking to them. I'll never fully understand it. Really, I mean, everytime.

Aunt Kathy, Alex, and Ian are here.

-Kel

Whatchu say?

Two of the more fun pics for my music video. Raaaha.

Into the jungle

My room is nearly impossible to navigate through.
My duty as it's keeper is to repair that problem.
I shall dive into the mess with hopes of returning.

How do I let this happen.

Cary Brothers

MB's playlist is playing now. One of her favorite songs is on and I forgot how much I like it.

Blue eyes, you're the sweet to my mean
Blue eyes, you're the secret I keep
You don't know the greatness you are

etc. and on.


Informational meeting soon. Although eager to be involved, this isn't what I'd had in mind and I'm nervous for I know a mere three people (not very well) out of the plenty. Send one up for me? Thanks.

No mystery writers, yet. Care to reconsider?

I think those fake claps (or are they real..?) in songs are great. It's like they're just encouraging you to join in. Anyone who knows, are they real or fake? My bet is on fake, and this is probably a dumb question to begin with but really, the image of people clapping in microphones for a recording is goofy and I wish to remove it if it's pure absurdity-- thanks.

You've 20 seconds to comply...

Lotta money

Fall Out Boy sold out! Hmm, I feel like most people are going for Midtown. Oh well.

Presidential Scholarship Award

So that's something to be excited about. No Fall Out Boy, $11,000 instead. I guess I'll take it...


I've got to go be Photoshop/Flash/Dreamweaver girl. *Notice I did not include Premiere... *

Adios

14. Miracles

"Don."
"Yeah."
"Why don't people believe?"
"Why don't people believe what?"
"In God."
"I don't know. Not everyone has a Volkswagen."

Diet Pepsi is a speaking hazard

Yesterday was cool. What days off of school aren't though?

So last week in web I discussed my occasional stuttering/mixing up words problem with Mr. Samanich and he said "Do you drink Diet Pepsi?" (he's a diet Pepsi fiend!) I said "why yes, yes I do" he said "that's why." Hmm, so then I forgot about that conversation. Last night at Max n' Erma's with Mashel, Austin, Duce, and Jeremy, I had the usual (diet Pepsi with cherry grenadine! (sp?)) Then I tried to say something that started with the word "that's" and I must have stuttered about 7 times before I got the word out. So, I guess I may think that his theory is correct.

Getting the bad stuff out of the way.

There is a fingerprint on my screen bugging me.

Me being dramatic and half-serious after hearing unfortunate news: "My life is doooomed!"
Michelle being awesome in response to my "doomed life": "Maybe you're just getting the bad stuff out of the way now."

Hmm, doesn't seem incredibly profound in this moment but at the time it was spoken I could've written a story about her saying that. I loved it.

Speaking of writing a story, at dinner tonight at Friday's with my parents there was this lady and her son I couldn't help but observe and by the end of the night I probably could've written a story about them. I couldn't help but wonder where they had come from and what they were like. I mean, they were sitting at the table next to us, it's not like I'm the creepy girl watching you from across the room. Oh, no. I really hope I'm not that girl. Anyway, it was just her and her son, and they split something. The boy looked incredibly tired but endlessly cute, and while waiting for the food, she was very persistant in scratching off her several lottery tickets. During a dull point in my table's conversation I glanced over to look at the cute sleepy boy and she turned to face me and gave me a look that said to me, "Why must you intrude you curious stranger" or "mind your own business" or something of that sort, you understand. So then she proceeds to hunch her shoulder over her lottery ticket like I was going to read it from ten feet away or steal it and run away, etc. It was just odd and got my brain going. For the second time already in this entry I really think you had to be there to fully understand where I'm going with this. It sounds dreadfully normal but something about them made me want to either seriously ask them what they were up to (besides the obvious, waiting for their food) or just make up possibilities for their actions. I definitely chose the latter in an effort not to be kicked out of Friday's by scaring them. I spare you the rest. Okkaaaay, anyways.

I learned this today: TI-83 Plus' are amazingly strong. They can withstand pretty much any unintentional abuse you can accidentally give out. I've pretty much given it a reckless life. I realized this today when I accidentally sat on it (don't ask...) for awhile and it was cool as a cucumber. Now, I'm sure you could destroy it quite easily were it on purpose, but that stays true for most things. I'm not entirely sure that any motive for purposely destroying a graphing calculator is one I would like to explore, and if you've had a strong urge to destroy a graphing calculator for reasons other than hating math on occasion, then I'm not sure I find it neccessary to hear your motives. So please, keep them to yourself, and I beg of you to reconsider because the TI-83 is your friend.

If you haven't read any Don Miller please close the internet and do so. I promise you it will be well worth it and you will thank me. Actually, you'll probably want to thank Don Miller because I don't have anything to do with his greatness other than telling the masses through blog that he's a keeper.

Deep inside I love a clean room so much that it could probably be considered unhealthy. However, my room is in this constant state of mess, like a tornado just passed through. How is it that I clean my room so often only to trash it less than a day later. No, really, I'd like to know how this happens.

Harsh cold wind is pretty much just as good as an exfoliator as anything you could buy.

The Redwalls are good. Old sounding. If you listen to "Colorful Revolution" you should take note that he clearly says the words "honky tonk" and I think it's the first time I've felt fond of those words. Any one who can make honky tonk sound cool is going places. My opinion and I'm sticking to it.

3:45

In the midst of web class (hmm, we're not doing anything...really, since class started, we haven't done anything...I think Samanich is thinking about tomorrow; these people are coming to observe us) I need to tell you something important.

Mae- Sun (Acoustic) around 3:45 it sounds amazing and makes me feel happy.

That's all. I'm gonna find something to do?

Oh, I found this interesting quote while I was waiting in my car to come in to Web,

"We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
All art is quite useless."
Oscar Wilde