Holding down the balloons.

I've been waking up so late this break . . . I didn't get up until 11 this morning. When I get up so late I feel like I've just been wasting time. It slightly makes me grumpy for the rest of the day as well . . . sorry people.

Callie-Ann is up and I'm very happy about it.

Monday night she, Lindsay, Rebecca, and I played with Lindsay's Christmas present from her sister (pictured left). I'm pretty sure that we dominated the game, especially the Thriller. We might be even better at dancing like Michael Jackson than Michael Jackson was.

That was probably the biggest over-statement of the year.

I still smell like smoke from Gables, I'm going to shower in a minute. It takes forever to wash the smoke smell from my hair.

I got a new phone, which really isn't that exciting for anyone since I'm really bad at answering it. I say that I don't want to be a person who is constantly attached to their phone (and I'm not), but I think that the only thing I accomplish is really annoying people. It will be okay though. People survived without cell phones, I think we can too.

Yep, that's about all I feel like writing.

Have a wonderful Wednesday.

Kindle

Happy day after Christmas!

I hope your Christmas was really awesome.

This Christmas my father and brother have decided to make me more acquainted with technology. I got a Kindle for Christmas and I'm super excited about it. I was skeptical at first, but I laid and bed and read for hours last night. I love it. I'm only going to use it for fiction, though. I like to highlight and annotate in non-fiction books.

Anyway! Dad also got me a new television (mainly so I have a thinner one to take to college, although I doubt it will get much use). My old television was a monster, and was an odd triangle shape in the back so it didn't really fit anywhere. He was a good old dude though.

We shared many episodes of the Golden Girls together.

Dad won a Wii forever ago at a meeting, so he set it up on my television for me so I can play this dancing game. Right, on to the techno-geek part. We figured out how to connect my laptop and television via a HDMI (is that right?) cable. I felt so accomplished.

So, now I have so much technology in my room I can hear them hum.

I have humorous Christmas story to share, but I've wrote enough already.

So, you must wait.

A little alone time.

Good morning! If you can still consider it that.

I didn't get up until 10. Weird.

I've laid around my room drinking coffee and watching the Today Show which is really not that awesome. I can't seem to find the drive to get up, clean my room and part of the house that was deemed mine to clean, finish Christmas shopping for my dad, and then do so much laundry it should be illegal.

That was all very dramatic. I mean, I have a lot to do, but it seems like so much more when I have the mentality of a sloth like I do today.

Obviously it is almost Christmas time, so it makes sense to discuss Jesus as a person more than usual. Allen did an amazing job of stressing the importance of how we need to always remember Jesus's humanity or the whole gift He created for us is lessened.

Do you ever wonder what was Jesus's favorite color?

Or if He always sneezed in pairs like I do?

I want to know if He was left-handed or right-handed.

Did He laugh when one of the disciples fell down? I mean, as long as they didn't get hurt.

Like- "Bah hah Peter. You just tripped over a stick."

It's hard for me to fall madly in love with something who is fully untouchable, unreachable and undescribable. I can be in awe of these things. But, God made Himself something we know. Something we can relate to and fall in love with. I can learn to love someone who is just as human as me. Someone who bleeds when cut and laughs when something is really funny.

So, this three part deal: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit (or Ghost, I've heard both). This three part harmony I accepted into my life almost seems to me like three different things I need to find a way to react to.

The Father is someone whom I fear and look up to, who I can think of in awe. This figure of stability and yet still remains completely mysterious. This light I cannot explain, but still try to. This Father figure who can comfort me and puzzle me all at the same time. Something I will always feel deeply connected to, but always find it hard to explain how much He means to me.

The Son is someone who became completely human so as to relate to me, yes? So, I can fully learn how to love this person. This human that cried the same way I cry today. A person who it is completely possible for me to try to follow because He had footsteps just like I do. This tremendous gift that broke the veil that seperated me from the Father. A human bridge.

The Holy Spirit is something I still try to understand. Is this the part I believe dwells within me? If I learn to love myself, follow the Son, and fear and admire the Father, does that mean I am honoring this Spirit? Is this the internal compass that helps me follow the Son and find strength in the Father?

Maybe I'm looking at this all wrong. All three are one in the same, yet still three parts of a whole. Can I react to these parts differently and in that difference make up how I feel about the whole? Either way, I'm chasing after the Son, while the Father is running after me and giving me ground to run on, and the Spirit is what is within me giving me the strength to lift my feet with every step. That's how I feel about it. All together it gives me a peace I can't describe, a peace I lost for a while.

I wasn't expecting to come up with all these questions. . .I was expecting to write about how much I love the humanity of Jesus and how it defines our religion in a way no other religion seems to. Anyway, there you go.

Anatomically Correct Cookies

Sunday night was Christmas time with my closest friends. Which was amazing.

I would tell you about it, but it's probably not worth telling.

Monday was the yearly Christmas Girl's Day. We had a cookie decorating contest (I got second place, I made a fish), watched Elf (well, I napped during Elf), ate enough white chili to make a moose vomit, and then loaded up in the church van and went to Versailles to see Lindsay's Grandpa's Christmas lights.

He's kind of a big deal. Just look him up on the internet.

Dad bought us Netflix, and it's so insanely amazing. We have on demand stuff and every single season of Bones is on there. I almost melted. I'm so happy. I've watched eleven episodes of the first season already.

Dude, you have no idea how excited I am about this.

Merry Christmas Wilson family!

Ambiguity in endings.

Due to icy roads it is officially the start of our Christmas break.

Don't get me wrong, I adore snow days . . . but having to come back after three weeks and take a calculus final kinda makes me angry. It's going to be hard enough as it is!

It's like our town doesn't know how to use snowplows. Don't they know we don't want to be going to school into June? Again?

Anyway, on a happy note. All of my Christmas shopping is done (well, except for my Dad's stocking stuff). I can't wait to give everyone everything. I really like playing the role of Santa.

I'm reading The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield for the second time this school year. I hate how people who read a good book immediately decide it's their favorite. After reading Pride and Prejudice three times and the zombie version once and spending much time thinking about it I might say it is my favorite book. That not a commitment though. I'm saying this because this book, The Thirteenth Tale is one of those books that completely sucks me in. So much so that I completely lost touch with reality.

That's why I want to say that those books are my favorite.

The books that are so compelling that you start thinking like the book and totally forget yourself. I'm not saying I like the escapism, I like the other perspective.

I'm sure you've already thought of this.

Right, I'm going to go read and drink coffee and read and drink more coffee and shower for the first time in three days.

What? I haven't left my house since Wednesday and I took a shower Tuesday night.

Insert Title Here.

Guess who found the cord that connects their camera to their laptop?

That would be me!

Well, that's actually false. Dad found it God knows where and put it in my room. So, thanks Sam! It makes putting photos on my blog much more easy.

We are supposed to get an insane amount of snow tonight. I have not seen any snow at all. So, either I'm going to wake up happy there's no snow, or sad that there was a possibility of a snow day. Just so you know, if we miss tomorrow, but are at school Friday then our finals are shortened to a normal class period. That would make my life so very happy. It doesn't take me two hours to take most of the high school finals.

I'm supa nervous about Calculus finals, though.

Jesus please be with me.

Oh, funny moment: I was at Sam's Club with Lindsay and I was pushing the cart down the aisle and we pass the collections of TV shows on DVD. Lindsays says there's the Golden Girls collections so I leave the cart and run over to see how much they are. I really flipping like the Golden Girls. I think I secretly am one. Anyway, my cart is mucho in the way and a guy comes up and it takes him a moment to maneuver around it. When I notice this I say, "Uhh, sorry I abandoned ship there." . . .in a really awkward voice.

The guy just looked at me.

Why do I say things like that? Fail.

Right. Over and out.

Happy finals everyone!

Ding Donging Merrily

Again, I had to steal a photo. . . I really need to find my camera cord!

Well, last night was our last Madrigal practice! I really enjoyed all the time I spent preparing for Madrigal, the actual concerts were soo fun (even though I was afraid my skirt was going to fall off once. . .), and the time spent with the cast was so great.

Every single cast member was so kind and caring and I'm so happy to have been with them.

I mean, I know I was super stressed about it in the beginning, but I got used to the music around the third practice and I was good to go! (Not to mention Amy came to be our driving voice for the altos. And we needed her.).

I've always been a static artist, but it was nice to do something that would never exist but once. My paintings will always stay the same, but Madrigal will never be exactly like that ever again. I'm glad to say that I was apart of something that will never be but once.

No wonder performing arts people are so emotional. I don't know how to handle it!

That was slightly a joke, but slightly not at the same time.

Okay, I'm going to church! Over and out!

Suprise Sushi

Erm . . . so it's possible that I can't find the cord that connects my camera to the computer . . .

So, thank you Maddie for providing this photo via Facebook. I appreciate it!

I haven't updated this in forever, so sorry. I had mass amounts of homework and things to do this past week and most likely this upcoming week. So, don't expect much from me . . .

Well, I had an amazing weekend! We took our annual trip to see The Nutcracker. And, you know how I said the seats were seven rows away? I'm a complete liar. We were in the second row! Ugh, it was AMAZING.

Thank you Lester! Also, it snowed sooo much. Normally, I'm really not a fan of the whole "snow" thing. The snow on Saturday was really pretty though . . . and not all slippery and trying to kill us.

Murderous snow is bad. If I can slip on it and break my wrist (not that I ever did that . . . in 9th grade. Definitely not.) or have a wreck then I'm not a fan.

We all bought seven dollar trees from Garden Ridge. There's a reason they are seven dollars. I put mine up in my room last night and you can see through it. I sent a photo to Ben Arthur who said it was pathetic because he could see through it. I don't think it's that bad, but you can slightly see through it. . .a lot. The ornaments are adorable though!

I'm happy that the Nutcracker wasn't bald like last year. He looked like Lord Voldemort (speaking of which the ABC Family Harry Potter marathon is on. Holla.).

And, I'm especially thankful that I have such amazing people in my life. I'm so happy I got to spend time with some of my very favorite women in the world this weekend.

Oh, and p.s. my favorite part of the ballet was when a little girl in front of me leaned in to her mom and asked, "Mom, why are the boys not wearing pants? I don't like it!"