Whatever I want

I am beginning to see why people like photo editing. Basically, you can make the picture be whatever you want, related or not to real life. I might go as far as thing photo editing is a type of therapy. At least it has helped me get through some of my toughest times these last couple of days.

Remember the nickelodeon little kid show "Macey?" Macey is a mouse who lives in a weird world with green and purple skies and red and aqua grass. Her friends are alligators, bears, cockroaches and who knows what else. They don't ever say any words in this children's show, all they do is squeak or mumble or blab. I'm pretty sure the point of this show is to brainwash the future of America that it is ok to think outside of the box, or be weird, or have your own brain or something like that.

All I know is that just like the purple skies and red grass in Macey's world, with a little help from photoshop, you can master the same thing and let your creativity flow. Warning: I do not recommend to start speaking is squeaks, mumbles or blabs, I guess most don't consider that creative art yet.

Basically, what I'm getting at is that I took some pictures this last week, edited them, calmed myself, watched Macey the mouse, and then felt fine about life.

This picture is my least favorite and my mothers favorite. I don't know if I am just missing my childhood or something, but I feel like that sign should say "Welcome to Sesame Street."

Sand, sand, glorious sand

Alright- actually I did nothing glorious with the sand. I tried to build a sandcastle, but then I got bored and not very many people wanted to help me and so I just made a really packed down pile of sand. However, some might consider that pretty glorious.

Here are some more stories that most would consider glorious. I ate fruit, sandwiches and cookies under an umbrella on the beach. My sister, my cousins, my brother, and a friend- we all made a pyramid on the beach. Somehow I ended up on the bottom in the middle.

We stood out in the waves and practiced our floating techniques. If you did not know, floating in ocean water is a little bit easier than swimming pool water. We stood in a line and jumped as high as we could while my mother took our picture. Also we fed seagulls. The end.

Girls Camp 2009

Life is a success when camp edgewood (girls camp) is included. Here are a couple great things that happened. I climbed the rock wall while carrying on a conversation with my bay-layer and then I jumped from the zip line with no fear.I went swimming in the lake and a fish that was who knows how big, tried to eat me. Ok, it was probably only a couple inches big and i think it just wanted me to scratch him behind his ears, but still.

Also, we had one of the best planned and executed water balloon ambushes known to man. This included me hiding under a bridge with four water balloons in my hands for about 30 minutes and then attacking the priesthood with no sympathy.

Camp Edgewood is my favorite for a couple of reasons but the main one is Ranger Ro and Patsy that run the camp and their daughter Leslie. Some of the best people ever who will like you if you include them in on a prank and will love you if you send them a picture in the mail.

I decided girls camp is a place for girls.

The first thing I did was change into shorts

First of all, I came home to Houston:

I discovered a new talent I have, it is called sleeping while sitting up in public and not realizing it until much too late. I have fallen asleep every day like this since I came on home to this wonderful town called Friendswood.

Incident number one: on the plane ride home- I actually fell asleep at least four times on the plane ride- about every time Joyce- the loud stewardess, passed, I woke up (I think I put too many commas in there but it just sounds right to me). I think I was awake for a total of ten minutes the whole ride home. Once I was awake looking out the window as we were circling around preparing to land, and next thing I knew, I was awoken by my head bobbing up and down in my seat as the plane hit the runway. Incident number two: sacrament- only for a real short time, don't worry. Incident number three: riding in the car with my mom, I was awoken by my brother kindly placing his finger in my elbow pit, it's fine.

Here's how our family pictures turned out:

The missionaries told us we were the worst kids to have their picture taken. They don't understand.

household item + elephants = nothing better

I thought I would share one of the things that has brought me an abundance of joy in the last couple days.

This elephant is currently the wallpaper for my desktop at work and on my laptop. that is how much I like it. Why do I like is so? I'm not sure- all I know is that I catch myself staring at it at work, more than is healthy. I just realized today that it has an eye, how did I not see that before?

On top of they household item elephant, my mind has been thinking about a couple of other things lately:

• Allergies- why they happen and why at morning and at night, every morning and every night
• Tea Parties- this includes doilies, princess squares, crumpets, and parlors
• My job- how great it is, really I have the best job ever. the things I end up complaining about are so little I laugh at myself.
• Paranoia- sometimes I feel like everyone is looking and judging me all the time and I don't like it, not one bit. I'm not guilty of anything- I promise.
• Finally developing as a high schooler- staying up way too late doing nothing, sleeping on top of my covers in my clothes, not brushing my teeth, having an urge to sneak out of the house. Yup, I like to do all of those things now. I think I will be 30 before I develop as a college student.

Exact Timing

I am trying this thing called clock in and out of work at exactly the right minutes. It is like a little game I play with myself. Kinda like the game that I play where I prentend like I am really poor and only eat cereal, or like the game where I try to make my bed every day.
Right now I have three minutes until I need to clock out.

the door handle broke

when door handles malfunction it can only happen for a couple of reasons.

either someone purposefully made those door handles malfunction (or go missing) because they don't want you to get through that door, or in that building. more specifically they might not have wanted you (and when i say you i mean me) to get in Friendswood High School. the reasons behind this are questionable, but it happened anyways.

another reason door handles break is because they are overly used. those poor little handles hang in there day after day and they have to pull that heavy door open and push it closed every day, it can get very stressful. then one day that door handle breaks off, and it rebells.

a third reason for door handle problems is because they were improperly used. you know what i mean, you tied them to a string and connected that string to something that seemed like a really good idea at the time but now that you think about it, it was not a smart decision. you probably connected that string to teeth, other door handles, bothers or sisters, pets, booty traps, and who knows what else.

this post is inspired by my car door handle that broke because of the second reason i listed. that poor little worn out spring inside the handle just could not take life anymore.