so the story goes

last night, I fell in love with a boy named Michael. the confident way he flashed his goofy grin and the tenderness with which he held my hand captured my heart. my one-and-a-half year old nephew is the cutest thing ever. why are kids so cute all of a sudden?

the importance of breakfast was felt today. it was only after I ate something somewhat substantial that I began to bowl better in class. amazing.

addicted to using the mypanera card. they keep giving me free stuff!!

I love being introduced to new music.

this past weekend was oh-so-good to me.
thank You.

keeper of my heart

sometimes, I turn on the radio to see what kind of songs are hip. boy, some of the songs are truly disgusting. I wonder how they even came up with such trash. ie: alien sex song. granted, some of these songs are very catchy, but the lyrics make them almost impossible to bear.

the fact that a great number of Borders is closing leaves me with bittersweet feelings. the end of their reign=sad. the awesome deals=happy.

it's fun to whisper entire conversations.

tapatio-flavored doritos are my current favorite. I must try all the different chips in that flavor. and while we're on the topic of delicious carbohydrates, why are triscuits so addicting?

there's something so beautiful about the sound of violins. soothes me to my core.

I've gotta start riding my bike again. forgotten how fun it was until today.

can there really be only two weeks left of April? graduation season is almost upon us.

I'm restless till I rest in You
let me rest in You.

sous le ciel de paris

I like homonyms. it's really funny when they are misused.
current bowling average: 145. goal: 200+.
it feels good to be back in ballet. I think we're learning pirouettes this quarter.
thinking about teaching myself shorthand.
being human season finale. so intense.
I like hand-holding.
started Alice in Wonderland.
feeling lazy these days.
I think I'd really like to live in Paris for a few months.
parfois, je n'aime pas être un enfant unique.
en ce moment, je veux partir.

my heart and my flesh--they fail.
You are my portion.