Port Flight and Best Friends

I drove to Sonoma on Thursday after school, arrived in time for dinner with the Baldry family and crashed in my bed at my dad’s house after a late shower.  I had a hair appointment early the next morning, and a small brick of time to eat my favorite tacos at Juanita Juanita’s before my [...]

I Found My Credo

“Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.”

Apples and Apples

On Sunday Serena, Eva and I went to Avila Valley Barn and the produce was so beautiful I had to share it:
At Ross: A blatant and insulting lie ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I got a halo^
& Eva got a parrot
The above sandwich was a new thing for me and it turned out AMAZING.  I grilled a salmon pattie [...]

Morbid/Melancholy\Masterpieces

Public Service BABAY

I get such enjoyment out of volunteering, I recommend that everyone find a place that they can volunteer.  Not only does it make you feel pleased and appreciated, but it helps build community strength, and it opens doors of opportunity.  Maybe I’m just excited because I’m going to be gardening at the Children’s Museum now… [...]

God Probably Drinks Root Beer

Last night the lace that i pinned up in my skylight didn’t give and it became a cat’s cradle.  I woke up and there was a cat lounging in my skylight like it was a hammock so I poked it.  And then I poked it again.  But he didn’t move, so I pushed him out [...]

QuickPress

What would you like me to write about?
-Rootbeer
-Gender terminology in the House of Reps
-Different runner-types
-How I’ve recently accepted “GOD”
-Other

Cats

First of all, sorry for the essay.  I took it as an opportunity to show that I can actually switch my tone from conversational to structured.  It even bores me to read that… but maybe my Grandma enjoyed it.  Actually, she probably got bored too!  Maybe some high school kid can google FORREST GUMP and [...]

Forrest Gump: A Paradoxical Film

“My Mama always says, ‘Stupid is as stupid does.’” The aphorism can’t cross your lips without the southern twang it’s married to.  The saying brings to mind Spanish moss, a box of chocolates and a square southern man with a crew-cut sitting at a bus stop wearing a neat, collared shirt buttoned tightly around [...]

B.O.D.

Obviously, this is drunken rambling for some pretty obvious reasons, 3 specifics being:
1. I’m not wearing pants (Eva pantsed me because I was making her laugh too hard.)
2. I couldn’t think of the word “advocate”.
3. Wanting the best for the middle class doesn’t automatically make you a Democrat.  I’m a Democrat [...]