I guess it’s because most people want to talk about themselves.
I guess it’s because I want to talk about the sunset.
Sentence by sentence.
Sunset by sunset.
You always want to know.
I always want to feel.
Do you think we over shared our hearts? Do you think that is even possible?
I just want to be warm.
I don’t love her for anything she did or I think she might do in the future.
I love her simply because she is.
This is Ava Grace and she makes my stomach hurt.
❤ aunt steen.
Reason # 1: Bugs.
Mary Kathryn is in her room right now squealing every 10 minutes “CHRISTINA! IT MOVED IT’S LEGS AGAIN!” You see, there is a giant roach laying his back across her hardwood floor. I was always a little jealous of her hardwood floor…until October. For the first time since we moved here, I am ever so thankful for my ugly beige carpet that I spent the past few months resenting. That wood floor I’ve envied all summer now sends a winter chill from the balls of my feet to the center of my heart that instantly freezes the hype of walking on fancy planks of wood. Who wants to put shoes on first thing in the morning?
The point is, you were right about the carpet. It’s not so bad. I might even like it.
The other point is, I am a lousy roommate when it comes to bug problems. Last month, I found a roach in my room so I put a ceramic mug over it. It stayed there for 2 weeks. Yes, 2 weeks. It would still be there today if it weren’t for Jeffrey James Prater coming to town and scooping it up with his bare hands!
I treat bugs the same way I treat guys who gel their hair back …I avoid them at all cost. I pretend they aren’t there. They don’t exist to me.
Mary Karthryn is still squealing…I still don’t hear her.
Reason # 2: hmmmm…. nothing really comes to mind right now.
This is my good friend Jon.
He also happens to be my baby brother.
I guess he might be a grown up now?
This makes me think I’m an adult…which I am.
But why do I always feel like I’m ten?
Found this vid in one of Rachel’s old blogs.
She’s in Korea now and I am sad.
Singing off key is not as fun when you’re alone.
Then drink it up.
As her older sister, I feel it’s my responsibility to check up on her via facebook every so often…
I always find something that makes me laugh:
I’m jealous of every kid that get’s to be in a class with her. She’s is definitely the coolest, probably the smartest and most certainly the cutest 12 year old around.
With an unknowing heart and a traveling mind.
But somewhere in this town, I felt life again.
Now, I’m just trying to figure out if that is suppose to mean something.