Back When Things Were Simple...

I found some old videos of me, my old best friend, and my brother. Thought they were funny. Pointless, but funny. (: Back when everything was simple....

If I Only Had A Gun...

So, it's summer. (Well, not technically but since I'm out of school I'm just gonna say it's summer.) And you know what summer means... SLEEPING IN! My favorite! This month I've been SO busy! I'm always doing something on Saturdays and I give piano lessons on Wednesdays. I always go to my hometown on Fridays and of course I'm there on Sundays for church.

Anyway, I always wake up around 7 every morning so I can talk to my boyfriend before he goes to work. (I usually fall asleep on him but I try to talk as long as I can.) One day last week I woke up, talked to Justin, went back to sleep, and was later awakened by the most annoying sound in the world. A WOODPECKER. It was outside my window hanging on the gutter, making the loudest, most annoying sound to wake up to. I was furious. So I try to scare him (or her?) away but it cant hear me since it's outside and all. And that just so happened to be the window that I can't open in my room. So I just layed there. Eventually it went around to my other window and started pecking on the house then it flew away after a few min. FINALLY.

A week later (this Monday)... I woke up to talk to Justin, fell back asleep, and was awakened by the stupid woodpecker AGAIN! This time my mom heard it (thankfully.) Mom and Dad thought I was a crazy person after I told them about it the first time.

It hasn't been back since Monday and I hope it doesn't come back. I'm ready to shoot it. Hence the title of this blog. It better not come back if it knows what's good for it... Ha ha just kidding.

Hope everyone is having an awesome summer! Will post again soon. Peace, love, and coffee.

*Hales.

"It's Because You're In Love."

Here's the story.


On the way home from church on Sunday nights I usually nap since it's an hour long drive. Last Sunday I took my shoes off and put them in the floor. (Sleeping in heels is quite uncomfortable.)

When we got home I was so delirious. The lights in the garage were blinding me. I searched for my shoes which I had thrown in the floor. When I found them I couldn't tell which was the left shoe and which was the right. (When you sleep in contacts [which I'm not supposed to do. Sorry Mom. (: ] it takes your eyes a while to adjust to the light and you're basically blind for a few minutes.) After a couple of tries to get my shoes on I got frustrated and said, "I can't even put my shoes on the right feet!"
Dad replied, "It's because you're in love."

Thanks for telling me I'm in love, Dad. That's totally why I couldn't get my shoes on.

White Out...

The truth about white out...

Bahahaha! I amuse myself. (:

Okay, so I'm not writing a blog about white out. Just thought it would be funny. Blogging about white out seems to be the trend here lately. Haha.

Got this idea from Nathaniel by the way. (:

That's all for now.

Ta ta. (: