February 28, 2015
of lish ness and fools
Six months
Remember the spindles, the wool, the game?
The gaping hole of adaptation devoured any sensible neuron.
They were stuck in a falling world.
A severe case of being blind and leading the blind.
So why do we think we can lead others only to find that we are the ones who need to be led?
I deem to step away from such foolery.
Wisdom never shouted it's fame.
Remember the spindles, the wool, the game?
The gaping hole of adaptation devoured any sensible neuron.
They were stuck in a falling world.
A severe case of being blind and leading the blind.
So why do we think we can lead others only to find that we are the ones who need to be led?
I deem to step away from such foolery.
Wisdom never shouted it's fame.
February 20, 2015
Granny B's
During one of my classes today, the professor surprised us students with a box of GRANNY B'S ORIGINAL PINK FROSTED SUGAR COOKIES.
[Insert picture of me eating a Granny B's cookie here]
I ended up eating the whole 500 calories.
Needless to say, I am definitely going on a run tonight.
February 19, 2015
February 17, 2015
E i a e e a i E
She was the happiest little girl - timid, shy, a wallflower - but everywhere she turned, and everyone she met couldn't help but smile. She was a ray of sunshine. Anything could make her laugh.
Her hair was long, her skin a flawless porcelain. She was what they call "cute", "spunky", "fresh".
Naive - maybe she was naive and innocent. People took advantage of her. She let them because she knew it was a sign that they just needed to be loved even more.
She was the daughter of a murderer, a criminal, a thief. She didn't know. She didn't care. She loved everyone.
Being sensitive was her greatest weakness, but it was also her biggest strength. - She drowned her sorrows with laughter, leaving little room to cry - but when she did cry, she cried alone.
The thought of allowing another soul to enter the life of her own was dreadful to her. She wouldn't let anyone see the sorrows underneath her radiant mask.
WAS she the happiest little girl, then?
I'm not so sure.
Her hair was long, her skin a flawless porcelain. She was what they call "cute", "spunky", "fresh".
Naive - maybe she was naive and innocent. People took advantage of her. She let them because she knew it was a sign that they just needed to be loved even more.
She was the daughter of a murderer, a criminal, a thief. She didn't know. She didn't care. She loved everyone.
Being sensitive was her greatest weakness, but it was also her biggest strength. - She drowned her sorrows with laughter, leaving little room to cry - but when she did cry, she cried alone.
The thought of allowing another soul to enter the life of her own was dreadful to her. She wouldn't let anyone see the sorrows underneath her radiant mask.
WAS she the happiest little girl, then?
I'm not so sure.
February 16, 2015
Snip snip!
Hey cuties,
It's been a while since I've posted, hasn't it?
Well, graduate auditions are over, I passed the general entrance exam for the School of Music at BYU, and today is President's Day, so NO SCHOOL!!
I was needing a little change in my life, so today, I cut a FRINGE!!!
It's been a while since I've posted, hasn't it?
Well, graduate auditions are over, I passed the general entrance exam for the School of Music at BYU, and today is President's Day, so NO SCHOOL!!
I was needing a little change in my life, so today, I cut a FRINGE!!!
Y'all better like it.
February 8, 2015
a c t
The natural man enjoys being acted upon.
That's not something I'd wish upon anyone - to be acted upon.
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