B-9. You sunk my battleship.

No photo today, I'm afraid. I'm not on my laptop....I left it at school in the art room so Mrs. Mason took it home for me so it wouldn't get stolen.

I'm glad I'm friends with her.

This is the second night in a row of mini-Glee marathons. Oh, Finn and Artie. Kurt and Puck.

For some reason I've been insanely sleepy for the past couple days. I feel like I could sleep for a million years and I still wouldn't be fully awake. I napped today and yesterday, and that just doesn't happen normally. Only at IMPACT. I sleep everyday at camp too. And when I'm in a car and I don't drive I sleep.

Okay, so I sleep a lot. But not really a lot a lot. Just a lot but not in a habitual sort of way. Well, unless you count at night. I don't think that counts, everyone sleeps at night. And if they don't (Gary Spear) they should. And then you get up in the morning and drink the average 2.5 cups of coffee and you are good to go.

For some reason I've really wanted to sing the Church of Christ "theme" song and twice Gary has put it in the Sunday Line-Up for me. And the first time I cried. And now I'm not thinking about it so I don't cry. I suppose writing about it counts as thinking about it.

Okay, no more writing.

Did Becky just fall down the stairs?

So, went to Aaron Taflinger's graduation tonight.

It just about broke my heart.

I'm really getting quite sick of all my friends graduating! I've been through this three years now. Each group leaving me in Mitchell, when all I want to do is go to Lipscomb!

Katie, Ashley, Wesley, Aaron, and sooo many people are graduating this year. I feel like school next year is going to be morbid without my favorite red-headed friend going to lunch with Rebecca and me. Or, Ashley Squirrels and her narcoleptic tendencies and her random bursts of song. Or, Sir Wesley and his flip-flops.

Becky Warren fell down the stairs a moment ago, her boots were slippery. From my spot on the couch I only heard the procession of thuds as she fell her way down the stairwell. Amusing? Yes. Did I giggle before I checked to make sure she was okay? Yes. Am I a bad friend? No.

Real friends laugh when you fall down, then make sure you are okay.

Those is the rules.

Tomorrow we are tie-dying tee-shirts for camp, I'm pumped.

Oh, and tomorrow we move into our new house! I'm really excited, I get to basically redecorate the whole thing which is really wonderful. I love doing things like that. Say a prayer for me, yes? That this project isn't too much for the Three Wilson's. We may be tough, but we are busy. And I really want this house to work out, and in a quick sort of fashion.

P.S. That's Jake Parsley in the photo.

Mom. Mom. Mommy. Mommy. Ma.

Happy Mother's Day!

I spent mine with the Burrises which always makes me happy. I bought Father Wilson lilies to plant in the new house, they are a really dark red color. I had never seen any like them before.

The college kids are all coming home which is very exciting and makes me insanely happy. I miss them all so much through the school year when they are gone.

There are only 18 days of school left, that's it. Only three weeks and three days of school. 18 days.

3 Mondays.
3 Fridays.
And done.
I'm overjoyed, I can't stand high school anymore.

Okay, gotta go now. It's pizza time. Pizza time is a very imporant time.

Let's just eat and forget it for now,aye?

I'm sitting in the truck outside the church building waiting for Rebecca to get off work and meet me so we can go to watch the softball game and go to zumba.

I'm feeding off the wifi from the office.

And I'm watching all the cars go through the parking lot and I stare at the people in them.

And I'm being a complete creeper.

Sometimes I like to sit back and watch. You know? Sit in my truck in the parking lot and watch people pass. Sometimes I like to feel like I'm just a little bit invisible, that people have no idea I'm here. They go on with their lives and I think, "Why do you do that? Why act like that? What drives that person to do that?"

Human beings are really quite fascinating. I sound like an extraterrestrial being who is observing life on Earth to report back to my higher master.

I know that while I watch people, people also watch me. They have to. And I wonder if they wonder the same things about me. Down in the heart of it I feel like we are all alike in a way. We don't understand any other person completely. We don't know any other person one hundred percent of the way through. And there's no way to argue that. No one knows every single thing about you. They couldn't. We are similar in our lack of knowledge about each other.

Complicated, a little.

God knows. He looks down on this curly hair girl sitting in a truck in the church parking lot and knows her fears, how she is afraid that people will leave eventually leave her and how replaceable and disposable she feels. He knows that she has been on a Brett Dennen kick lately, and that she's seriously craving an acai berry smoothie. He knows that when she sleep she covers her head with the blanket and that she really doesn't like argumentive people. He knows the only reason that she doesn't like argumentive people is because she's an argumentive person. He knows her toes are painted silver. He knows that he radio is off, but music is always playing in her head. He know's it's The Beatles right now.

He knows her in and out. The best part, He's okay with this creeper, coffee loving, wifi mooching girl.

And it feels good to know that she doesn't have to hide anything, because He already knows.

Goodnight for real this time.

One down fall of working in a craft store and being a slightly crazy person?

You come up with a million and one ideas of what you want to create.

My latest mission?

Monsters.

Fluffy monsters with eyes and fangs and paws.

It will be amazing.

And after that I will attack the idea of creating the most amazing Senior Yearbook evah. evah. evah. I shall conquer the world of all things reminiscent. All things memorial and sentimental shall be mine to conquer.

Yesterday was the SAT. What is it about the SAT that zaps your soul and makes your whole day bleak? I honestly felt severly depressed after the SAT. I change the SAT acronym to Sadistic Academic Torture. I don't know if that even makes sense, but it sounds awful so it will work.

I mean, it's not that the test is incredibly hard, it's just long and monotonous. And really quite pointless.

P.S. Kedra made the corsage above. I love it.