Yesterday, the Day Before That, and Things I Like

Hey ho hi ho hee ho ho.

I've got the songs nearly perfect 'cept that dumb Bumblebee Tuna one. So I haven't been practising it, 'cause I can't get it, although I know that if I practise it, I will get it. SO I'm just dumbbbbbbbbbbbb. Oh, and brag brag brag, but I have the other songs (minus "Beauty and the Beast") memorised. But they're easy, so it doesn't count.

On Sabado, I did stuff that I don't remember now (which is why I should blog ev'ry day, but I don't feel like it sometimes, ya know?), and made little 1"x1" paintings of hearts with colours and styles that represented each person in the fam, including Thaden. I liked them. I should've made one for me. But I don't know what my colours are, just what other people's are. 

On Domingo, I made an awesome dinner, and practised piano afore and after church. Then I made an awesome awesome dinner, then studied scriptures.

Hoy, yo woke up at 6:17am in the middle of a cool dream for no reason at all, then decided that I'd rather not get up, and went back to sleep 'til 7:28am. I got up, reflected on my dream and recorded it (I read somewhere that if you record your dreams, you remember them better, and it must be true, because I've been remembering my dreams a lot better. Side note- have you ever had a dream that affected the mood of your whole day, whether for good or for bad, or made you think about something for a couple days, or made you really want to see a movie? I love those kinds of dreams. Another side note- do you think dreams ever mean anything, or do you think they're just random? I also read that you have dreams about things that you've been thinking about a lot, but I wasn't thinking about this), made coffee cake, played DDR, and I'm good at it (hecks yes). Then I showered (Side note- For some odd reason, I feel prettier right after I've showered and lotioned and haven't put my clothes back on. But when I wear clothes, I don't feel as pretty. But normally people feel prettier when they do have clothes on, and hate themselves when they're not wearing clothes. Maybe because it's so natural. I don't know. I'm weird.). Then I did other stuff, then read scriptures, then I don't know, and I know I cleaned somewhere in there, and did piano. And after this I'm gonna go make dinner.

I wish I had some really really smart person that I could go to and ask questions about anything (like your Dad, Kat). Some of my questions are science-y, some are about human nature, some are about the gospel, some are just out there. For example: Why is sugar sticky? Is churning cream into butter a chemical or physical change? Those are just two that I've had on my mind, but I have a Book of Questions. And I keep thinking of more, and I can't always get the exact idea across. Sometimes I'm so vague in my speech, and I can't quite articulate what I'm thinking, and it's really frustrating, because I know exactly what I mean. I also trip over my words, and can't find the right word, or am misunderstood because occasionally I say things that can be perceived in more ways than one when I'm on-the-spot talking, and have no time to think. Sometimes I feel like my words tumble out like rocks down a hill, out-of-control and stumbling over each other. It bothers me. But I also like it. Again, I don't know why. I'm odd. 

I think all day, I think all night, I like to be obnoxious, I like to be quiet, I like to take photos and ask questions and get answers, I like to be spontaneous, I like to be understood, I like to be honest, I like clouds and rain and fog and hail and thunder and lightning, I like being vague, I like being specific. I like to organise and clean, I like to read, I like to cook, I like to talk, I like to listen, I like to hear other perspectives, I like to see from different perspectives, I like to show other people what I see and hear and feel and know. I like being open, I like being closed. I hate saying "I". I love saying "beautiful", "happy", "glad". I like to think. I like to do certain math problems. I like to draw. I like going to church. I like to play the piano. I like hope, and faith, and charity. I like to look towards the future, but take everything day by day. I like silhouettes, I like sea-glass. I don't like diamonds, or fancy jewelry. I like fake pearls. I like family hugs. Coats, shoes, scarlet, apples, earrings, lipstick, nailpolish. Hands, veins. I like being unexpected, and taking showers. I like being heard, I like being unheard. I like doing things to be noticed, and I love doing things without being noticed. I like to pray, I like to read scriptures, I like to go to the temple. I like to be. I like to lay down in the grass, with the wind warm and the sun on my face, with the silence all around me, and watch the clouds and feel the flowers and hear the colours of everything. I like to lay down in the snow, the cold biting my cheeks, and look up at the naked trees turning black in the darkening overcast sky. I like to lay down in the shallow water, and feel the scratchy sand against my back, and the waves lick my skin. I like to smell fall, and dance when no one's around. I like to scream until I have no air left. I like to be the first to use a new sponge. I hate seeing vomit, smelling vomit, seeing people vomit, hearing people vomit. I love to laugh. I like to make others laugh. I love hearing my dad laugh, and making my dad laugh. I love seeing my dad try not to laugh when he farts, or when someone tells a fart joke, and my mum gives him that look. I like to grocery shop. I like violent wind. I like warm summer rain. I yearn for spring. I love the first snow. I hate snow all winter. I love the mountains, I love the forest. I love the ocean. I like 7pm in September. I love college. I think about BYU-I every day. I like to turn lights on and off. I like to make faces at myself in the mirror. I hate feet. I love hands. I love bones. I love veins. I love my hair. I like fluffy new carpet. I like sneezing, and making myself sneeze. I don't like being sick when I'm sick, but when I'm not sick, I want to be sick. I love raspberry buttercreams from See's. Aurora and I used to go there nearly every Saturday when we lived in Cali. We'd go to Jamba Juice and she'd get the raspberry one and I'd get the mango one, or vice-versa, I don't remember, but Aurora would know, and I'd get a raspberry buttercream and she'd get something else. She paid with a dollar coin once. One time a guy was washing the windows outside of Jamba Juice and he asked us if we came every Saturday. One time Aurora spilled her drink then went and cried in the bathroom and I went in there with her and when we came out, they gave Aurora another one that was 10 times bigger. We still laugh about that. I love bookstores. I love saving things. I have dried roses in my room that I took with us from the move in MO, and plan on keeping. I like thought-flow writing, although sometimes the only one who understands is the writer. But that's okay. I love making food, but don't like to eat what I've made. I make a meal, then eat my own meal that's different food. My family doesn't like this, although I don't know why. And I don't know why I don't like eating what I made. I do like eating what I've made as I'm cooking it, though, like tasting the coffee cake batter, or pamcake batter, or cookie dough. I'm becoming more like my mum. Once upon a time that would have made me unhappy, and back then I never would have believed that I'd be like mum, but now that makes me happy. I like the book "Babbit". I feel bad when I see a book that I know not many people have read. I like natural light. I like hymns. I like toilets. I did a report on Thomas Crapper once, the inventor of the toilet. I also did a report on Cleopatra, Dianne Fossey, Jane Goodall. All four were very interesting. I never know whether people are my friends (except for a few). I love sunrises, and sunsets. I like doing things that I'm not supposed to (like being on the roof). I like the moon and the stars, especially Orion's Belt. I like to wake up before the sun. I think I'll go now.