Hawaii Dream

Oklahoma was finally blessed with a white Christmas. But with snow comes cabin fever. And with cabin fever comes creativity, forced out of your veins due to the absence of every day distractions that keep you from exploring your creative side.
And all these things bring forth adventures.

Snoopy vs. The Red Baron

Christmas is coming, Charlie Brown.
That means putting smiles on faces that put a smile on yours every day.
It is much fun to participate in old traditions, burn cookies, watch sappy old holiday films, peek inside your presents when Ma and Pops ain't lookin, and discover that the package you thought contained a Red Ryder bb gun was actually a shovel from your dad so that you could break the ice off the driveway so he could get to work.
Family time is just smashing. You are given wonderful opportunities to spend quality time with the relatives you spend the other 11 moths avoiding.

But in all honesty, I really take pride in putting thought into buying or making gifts for those who are truly good to me despite any obstacles that come in the way of every day friendships. It's cliche, but I think it's excellent to give. . . and not just at Christmas.
I had family time tonight and my sister came. Everyone was kind to one another, it was strange.
I think this is going to be the best Christmas ever, I can hardly wait.

Eels

Watching home videos from 1994--

Mandi, the blonde poster child, is found in her bedroom brushing her bouncy curls before her beauty pageant. She makes a joke, turns her head back and flashes a sweet grin.

Sam, the awkward cabbage patch, drowns his toy ponies in the pool and says hello in a soft, teensy voice. He then hatches a brilliant plan, jumps into his Power Wheels, and proceeds to chase after and run over his grandmother.

Micah, the enterprising baby, is a tiny sperm. He is already making the sound of gunshots inside of Mom's tummy.

And I, the chubby bug, am found running through the lawn in my diaper looking for my cat. Mom catches up to me and asks,
"What's your name, little girl?"
"Shoozy."
"And where do you live, Susie?"
"Toys R Us."

The summers were lazy.
The clouds were huge and Papa even did tricks on the lawn.

Tap at My Window

Current inspiration: Laura Marling.

She's a nineteen-year-old folk, singer-songwriter from London that I have trouble categorizing. I'm not speaking of genres, but rather those "music scenes" that most musicians work hard to fit into. She's not "punk rock," "hipster," "indie," or whatever words you kids use to describe yourselves. She's just, Laura Marling. She makes you want to break down and cry because of her misreable eyes and voice, but leaves just enough cheer and cuteness about herself for you to stay a fan.

Strangely, I have found myself viewing people who are like me more appealing. And I started to love Laura Marling even more after I found she cut her hair off like how mine used to be, sings kind of like me, and wears over-sized clothing and weird dresses like I do. Those kind of people assure me it's okay to be weird and do your own thing and who in the bloody cares.

Thank you, God, for making Laura Marling:

Brother Rabbit

Meet the newest editions to my family

We are brothers

Day of Thanks

Thanksgiving is soon.
Zachary and I are thankful.
We are thankful for:

Adventures

Music

Our homes

The power of a Father unseen

The wild

True friendship

Never take for granted of what you have

Sincerely,

Us

Master of None

I miss being able to function like a normal human being
I want to undress out of  my skin and float away
The creativity inside the nucleus of my imagination is always a good motivator, but sometimes I try too hard to distract myself with it. . . and I only result in exhaustion
I will dream of functioning like a normal human being
I will dream of flying

I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel lost, I feel, I feel. . .

New Terrain

Meet my hero

A strong lady who believes that life itself isn't worth living unless traveled with the only Companion loving enough to walk with us the entire way. She taught me how to perservere. She taught me love. What a beautiful thought. What a beautiful lady.

P.S. She's also my mom

Lull

Fighting depression, fighting depression

I have a feeling I am going to look back on this and it's going to scare. . .

I was having an excellent 5-day streak, and then. . .

I know exactly the cause, but I can't tell. . .

They will worry and will probably make me quit. . .

Too ashamed to cry in front of my friends because. . .

I'm calm and I know how to handle this due to past. . .
But that doesn't take away the depress. . .
My head spins, my head spins

I just want to learn to play the violin
I miss the days when things couldn't bring me down out of the air no matter what

I think now would be a good time to talk to God

Creature Fear

I have been set free from all of my pains today


I took you from the ends of the earth, 
from its farthest corners I called you. 
I said, 'You are my servant'; 
I have chosen you and have not rejected you.  So do not fear, for I am with you; 
do not be dismayed, for I am your God. 
I will strengthen you and help you;

Silas the Magic Car

This is one of my best friends. Her name is Elizabeth.
She likes me even after I do things to her like give her number out to creeps.

I love you.

Jai Guru Deva Om

Happy Halloween, kiddies
Watch out for knives and poison in your baskets

What Cannot Be Found Pt. 1

R.I.P Copeland
Please reunite again someday

I am grateful to have gotten the chance to see you when I did:
 

The other night I got the indescribable pleasure of seeing my biggest idol: Robert Allen Zimerman. That's code for Bob Dylan, suckers.

The two men sitting next to me even offered to buy me a Bud Light. I don't know what that has to do with anything.

His voice was about two octaves lower than it used to be and he only played a few older songs. But I stood on my chair as soon as I heard him playing Ballad of a Thin Man. At the part of the song where he says, "Thanks for the loan" someone threw underwear on the stage.

And better yet. . . I touched his tour bus.