Words. Worlds. Worms. Pie.

So, after reading a friend's post about a JUNE CHALLENGE to make our words count, I now realize that I think about whether I sincerely LOVE something.

I love waffles.

I love my Dad.

I wouldn't die for waffles.

I'd die for my Dad.

If you really love something, would you die for it?

Would you die for your precious iPhone?

If Yes: You're idiotic. You have poor logic and it's obvious you take many things for granted.

If No: Good, we can still be friends.

Instead of saying, "I love that show!" I've become accustomed to saying "I adore that show!" Adoration is not the same as Lurve. Instead of saying, "I really hate the fact that that fat chick over there smells funky..."- I'd say, "I highly dislike and am annoyed by the fact that that grotesquely obese woman over smells like a dumpster." *shrug* It's not hard to have intent behind what you say.

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On another note: I recently realized that hanging out with boys rather than girls is of a completely different world. You can make inappropriate jokes and get laughs rather than wide eyes and disapproving gasps of "KATIE!" It's a completely different experience. It's more or less like this: I no longer feel like the most non-feminine person in the group. Which I feel when in a  group of very flowery group of serious girls...

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*Pee Break*                                                                                                                      *Flush*

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Kay. Also. I realized that ALL my posts are the same. Something about tea- I drink it quite often, some kind of 'trying to be poetic' crap that ends up making me sound like a cliche wannabe know-it-all; the very thing I highly dislike about reading other peoples blogs... I was wondering the other day when I'd see another interesting blog post from a friend. I've not seen any new posts in quite a long time. It was disappointing. Then I realized that most of my friends don't blog for the heck of it, out of the blue. They blog when they have something actually interesting and worth telling happen in their lives. I understand now.

All my blog posts are the same. They all look and wiggle alike. They're worms. Not even worthy of a second reading by me. So. Here is where I lift my imaginary glass of non-alcoholic liquid and vow

"I will make my blog posts count for something other than cliche teenage whiny life crap. I will never write a post at the same time I have a mug of tea. I will never blog just to blog. I will say the things that I think need said to myself of any other imaginary person. There. I'm done. Cheers"

And this is where you take a sip of an imaginary water glass. (Though if it's imaginary, I'm drinking delicious alcoholic Port.- not that I've ever had it. *shifts eyes*) 

I'm totally content. Blogs are good. Real wording is good. Potentially poetic crap is no good.

Pie is also good.

Sipping Tea on a Tuesday Night...

I sit, on a Tuesday evening, staring at the flickering blue flame that heats the kettle while listening to Ed Sheeran's brilliance.

Dad pigishly snores and grunts in his sleep as he lays on our nest like couch in the quiet living room. Carrie is upstairs continuing her work on the handmade wedding gown for a dear friend of ours.
Sarah's on the porch gabbing away at one of her friends via phone.

I took a deep breath and pushed my computer open and sat in the tiny kitchen corner where a big chair sits along with a small table for my tea to rest in wait for my enjoyment of its deliciousness.

My new rainbow/argyle socks hug my feet and keep them toasty. I sit comfortable in my shorts and my SERVE T-shirt, with the smell of my newly dyed hair wafting to my nose.

I spent a few moments with Dad today. They were simple and sweet.
We went to LOWES- one of the things we used to do years ago- and looked for a few items. I looked around and at the ceiling, taking in all of the familiar smells and sounds. I turned to look at Dad. He was smiling a knowing smile, that smile that was so filled with honest joy... I had that immediate feeling of emotion rush under my eyes that made me want to burst into tears. It was simple and sweet, and any other person would have dismissed it. We drove around in the car waiting for Led Zeppelin to magically come on the radio at any moment.  Instead of him clicking through the stations like he usually does, he began to sing 80's love songs in the 'Chicken Voice' that he throws on for his chicken puppet that he uses in his commercials. Again, any other person would have simply called him 'weird', but I knew. I knew that it's part of the magic of who he is.

After dinner, I fell asleep on the couch only to wake up groggy.
Now, I think it's time to go watch some episodes of my favorite Korean Drama at the moment- "Big!"
I do like it so!!

Tally Ho!

Momma'

Monday. Tuesday. Mom and Me. (Poor grammar)

She and I have good times together. We drive down the road and blare 'Payphone' out the windows and the sun roof singing all the lyrics then get surprisingly quiet when Kahlifa's rap chimes in, but we throw on our most impressing gangster/duck face and head bob through the beat.

EVERY TIME we're together, without fail, we buy nail polish and do our nails together. It's perfect. I really adore doing that with her, it's exactly what I thought being a teenager- hanging out with my mom would ultimately be like. *smile*

She makes dinner, Swai (fish), Rice (that I frequently make crunchy and too much of), and some kind of veggie. She always has Starbucks TAZO tea made; DELICIOUS. Then for desert, there's some kind of nom-nom-able delicious secretive thing in the freezer. (Starbucks Cake Pops, Ice Cream Sandwiches, Drumsticks, Reese's Eggs)... the list goes on.

We get movies from Family Video or the RedBox $1 rental, which is honestly a cool invention. Sometimes, we just sit at home and watch old episodes of NCIS, since she has all the seasons on DVD.

We often drive to my grandparents' house with a box of Goldfish crackers and go swimming- the crackers are a must have. Swimming = easily getting hungry. We eventually give up and go home to eat actual food.

Sometimes, when we're driving willy nilly in Anderson, we go to Gene's Rootbeer stand. Oh. My. Word. So mouthwatering and delicious. I quite enjoy it.

She and I spent wonderful weekends together. I'm quite excited for Monday and Tuesday. *Nods*

Southern Be//s and Umbre//as

A few days ago, I spent it miraculously with Dani and Lexi.We didn't have plans for a movie or shopping or anything that NORMAL teenage girls do. We decided to go to Target and snoop at all of the ridiculous things that people actually buy. 


We was large sun hats and decided to flop them on and toss luxurious silky scarves around our necks and talk like Scarlet O'Hara from 'Gone With The Wind'.

We tried on 5inch, gold glittered heels and stomped our best runway model impressions down the isles of Target.


We trotted over to the book section and spent nearly 10 full minutes looking/ squealing over One Direction photos.

We looked longingly upon large umbrellas as me hummed 'Singin' in the Rain'. We giggled and continued through our journey of ridiculous things.

We went to the Mall and ate delicious Cheese pizza with disobedient forks and knives. We walked to Carson's and guffawed at the hideousness that is "fashion" for teenagers- or any women- these days. *sigh/shakes head*

We smelled our way over to the colognes and perfumes. They all smelled like teenage boys and girls wanting to be liked. *sigh-again*

All in all. It was a miraculous day. I'm looking forward to reading Dani's blog about her travels to Europe with her big brother. :)
 http://ancientandforever.blogspot.com/

*Sunshine.Songs.and Art*

Sarah and I's Almost Full Moon.

I spent the night with my mom this evening.

 Sarah, my sister, was also there. I hadn't really talked to her/ seen her since I had gotten back from my week of SERVE. She and I had many things to talk over. Boys we liked. Things that we needed to say. Things that were said. Things in general. It ended with a moment that she and I shared that was sweet and emotional and painful and soft and comfortable. She had done it for me last week-or so- and now, I was doing it for her. Cradling her in my arms and stroking her hair, whispering 'Breathe' in her ear.

We're far closer now than I had EVER imagined in my entire life.

After an evening of watching 'Mirror Mirror' which is admittedly adorable and something I would easily watch again- also, it reminded Sarah and I of 'The 10th Kingdom'- She and I took a ride on her new Moped/ Scooter/ Vespa thing.

I hopped on the back as she revved the engine. I hugged her around the middle. We drove on country roads as I looked up at the almost-full moon and sighed at its beauty. It had gorgeous dark spots that were painted and explained by the shining of the hidden sun.

We drove around town for maybe 30 minutes. We giggled and joked the whole way around town. It was bliss. We got home and walked around the neighborhood at midnight, talking about things we had missed being away from each other for a full 5 days.

I didn't know how much I had missed her.
It was perfect to have this evening with her. She is my best friend. I can ask her anything. I can say anything and she won't judge me. It's perfect. I love her so much.