Forts and the Five Second Rule

“Part of me wanted to ring that bell now, or sneak through the window, and just head back up to that room for awhile. Not because it would make me feel any differently afterward, but because I wanted to feel again, for a few minutes, what it had been like. To belong to something bigger than myself”            
 –Laura Dave

I like to go to toy stores and see how much the toys have changed since I was little.

June 13- 20:
Monday's energy is sunny and bright, so seize the day and have your way with it! By evening time and for the next couple of days, your outlook may be more changeable. Perhaps you're acknowledging a problem and processing it; maybe you're in a dreamy state of mind. By Thursday and Friday, though, your personal forecast is super. Regardless of the actual weather, there's much to delight and surprise you in your world. You're radiant now, too; people want to bask in your glow! Seek out music, art and culture this weekend -- the inspiration really takes hold.

I’ve never had a nosebleed.
I’ve only been stung by a bee one time.
I’ve walked out of a bathroom with toilet paper stuck to my shoe. More than once.
I learned how to play the Oboe, because I liked “Peter and the Wolf”.

I like: when batteries are included, waffle cones, finding money in pants pockets, a tall glass of cold juice when I’m unbelievably thirsty, the feeling of peeing after holding it for an extended amount of time, staying up so late that everything seems funny, clothes fresh out of the dryer, the smell of a bookstore, taking the bite with all the toppings on it, rainbows, walking on top of a crisp layer of snow, the feeling of being sore, waking up from a bad dream, living something that feels like a dream, licking my fingers after eating cheesy puffs, waking up and realizing you have the day off, laughing so hard I make no sound at all, forts, and the five second rule.

I am a closet control freak who is rational enough to know that I have little control over the things that I worry about controlling the most.

I don’t like to shower, but I love to feel clean.

“And I remembered it so clearly—the feeling in the beginning—that incredible feeling that this was the first real thing that had ever happened to me.” –Laura Dave

Textroversy-
"An argument or heated discussion in which takes place between two or more people via text message.

Person 1: omg I'm so sick of ur shit
Person 2: well my shit isn't as bad as ur's
Person 47: would u guy's just stfu and leave it b. Some1 needs 2 end this textroversy!"

I'm back to listening to things on repeat.

 “It was weird how that could happen—how you could know someone for so little time, but you feel like you’ve gotten to know that person in the most important ways…kind of like how you could know someone forever and never really know him or her at all: time not getting to be the only measure anymore of how well you paid attention.”

I think you know the kind of people I am talking about. The ones that talk in class as if they are the most intelligent  child of the universe and every thing that flows from their precious mouth should be regarded as not only the truth but also should be put up on a pedestal of genius. However, more often than not they are completely off topic, have no idea what they are saying, repeating things that have already been said (or misquoting things that have been said) and most of all talking loudly over everyone else so everyone knows how great they are. Now I am in no way promoting stereotyping or judging, I am just making a personal observation. Perhaps you do not know what I am talking about in which case you are either a. one of those people, b. asleep in class or c. you think they are actually intelligent in which case you are a quiet form of them.

It makes me wonder what people see when they look at me, like in that classroom. Maybe I’m worse because I’m disengaged, giggling, and typing on my computer.

We have a debate in class Wednesday. It is going to be annoyingly entertaining. So, I have a feeling.

“Like many good photographers, she was already starting to see, in the dark, what she had captured with her wide lens. She couldn’t quite make it out, but she knew something was there, something off, that was bound to become more clear—more certain—when she developed it. It was, after all, a little impossible to miss.”

One step at a time. One foot in front of the other. Childhood lessons we seem to constantly be re-teaching ourselves.

I believe burning to death would be the worst way to go. I have never liked fire. But I love the smell of campfires and fireplaces, and roasting hot dogs and marshmallows.

When I was little we would go on two week camping trips to Seward for our family vacations. I have a lot of great memories from these times. We used to walk miles every day and feed the ducks bread at the pond. We would skip rocks, and pack sack lunches and eat them on the way. I use to set marshmallows on fire because I liked to watch them burn, and then my Mom would tell me that I had to eat the burnt marshmallow before I could have another one. And I would cry.

I hate the smell of fish, but I miss the scent of the harbor.

And then there was the time that I decided to run the Mount Marathon Race on July 4th in Seward. Juniors only ran half the mountain, and I had only made the climb once in my life. But of course, I signed up anyways. On my way down I tried to take the same exit as all the other runners, and the paramedics told me I was too small to jump down the “shoot”. So I had to climb down the way I climbed up: on a sheer rock face. I was terrified. And of course, in my state of terror the biggest Newspaper in the state of Alaska snapped my picture and put it on the front page.

That would happen to me.

“I tried to think of what to say back. I felt like I should say something back, if for nothing else than because he had managed to do that thing that only he seemed to know how to do: say something that fit perfectly into the empty place inside me.” -Laura Davis