Today was actually great- for the first forty-five minutes. "Wow, I slept deliciously! I feel so refreshed, and it's only 7:30! Thanks Daylight Saving's Time!" I merrily thought as I sat up in bed, doing my devotions. "Hmm, that's funny," I frowned, peering at the screen of my phone a few minutes later. "Brutus (I name my devices don't judge me) says it's 9:07. But he must be wrong! My alarm clock wouldn't lie to me!" To be sure, I hopped out of bed -literally hopped, I sleep on the top bunk- and walked down the hall to check the clock in the boys' room.
It said 9:07.
So my day started out an hour later than usual, with me flying around looking for clothes to wear and cursing the Sassquatch for setting our alarm clock back an hour when it didn't automatically adjust yesterday. But I guess it worked out well, because I'm writing this at four, not ten P.M. Hmm. The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Anyway, Gracie I love, I love, I loved your post on Friday (did you get that mild 2-hour Pride & Prejudice reference? I hope so). Those pictures were fantastic, and I think you should add photography to your List Of Talents That Is Too Long For Any Average Human Being. And thanks for understanding my issues with overcommitting to everything. You are the cookie butter to my brownies. :) also, I feel much better after my puking episode on Halloween. Turns out I just took some vitamins on an empty stomach aaaand you really don't want all the details, do you? The moral of the story is: I missed trunk or treat my senior year and stayed home with the Rose, watched Harry Potter and The Sorcerers Stone and handed out candy. And it was lovely, actually.
Rose. Rose Rose Rose Rose Rose. I feel like 77% of the time you act like an immature harbor seal who is fourteen-going-on-forty. And then, the other 23% of the time you're this incredibly bright and witty woman of God, who I want to emulate in every way. I think you have Multiple Personality Disorder. Please seek professional help.
And Mercy, you got my Facebook message. I am here for you. But on hotter, happier subject, YOU KNOW I STARTED WATCHING DOCTOR WHO. AND IT IS MARVELOUS. I LOVE NINE. AND I KNOW WHAT THE TARDIS IS AND DALEKS AND I HAD NO IDEA ROSE TYLER WAS A MAIN CHARACTER. BUT SHE IS LOVELY AND HER AND THE DOCTOR NEED TO GET MARRIED AND HONEYMOON IN 1820'S ENGLAND.
...Girls, I think that was my first ever fangirl episode on The Blog. And it felt gooooood.
Onto another thing I fangirl about (on a quieter level though). It's November. The leaves are gone on almost all the trees, and November's chilly, beautiful gray is settling in all around us- in wispy, bare treetops and early morning fog and the colors of the sky. At the risk of sounding morbid, I think November is the month when the year really dies. Perhaps this year I love November in such a heartbreaking way because I know I'll never experience it here again. Not in the same way, anyhow.
Also, it's Writer's Month, and I am celebrating accordingly.
So, I Googled "November Bucket List" in the hopes of finding one of those cute, white girl lists of things to do this month. Sadly, I found nothing, even when I yelled "I BET BING COULD FIND SOMETHING!" at Google Images. Instead, I have decided to make my own November Bucket List, full of things I think need to be done in order to appreciate this month, which is really the deep breath the year takes between fall and winter:
1) write like crazy.
2) take pretty pictures.
3) eat winter vegetables.
4) watch the Macy's Day Parade on Thanksgiving.
5) read proper November literature (Wuthering Heights is such a November book).
6) have a movie night.
7) be thankful.
I think the last one is the most important. God has put it on my heart lately to be thankful for what I have instead of making myself suffer by wanting what isn't mine. So I am trying to shift my focus and count my blessings- I realize now that I have a fiercely loving and loveable family. And friends who are the best kind of crazy. And a mind whose terrible thoughts are balanced out by some pretty wonderful ones. And, hey, it's only the beginning. let's see where I go next.
Well, I smell dinner! I apologize for the length and floridity of this post. I feel like I write the longest ones out of all of us when most of what I have to say could be condensed into a couple of paragraphs. Except I know it's not that I have many words to say, I just have many thoughts to think, ones I must express lest I go mad like the Hatter.
Mercy love, I anticipate your post tomorrow witht the same fervor as the Dalek waiting to feel the sun.
Dying of conflicting emotion,
The Laura <3
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