Taking Weird Pictures With Abby

So today Abby and I took eleventy  billion pictures and got bit by eleventy billion bugs that may or may have been prehistoric. Anyway, here are our pictures. We took the glittery ones outside at an old mill by my house and the light ones were taken in my bedroom, because, like, we couldn't find an extension cord that would reach a quarter mile. 

Life is beautiful. But life is also strange.

Life is strange

Pics I Took On The Way To Class

Why You Should Base Your Standards On Matthew Gray Gubler

If you are not aware, there is a person on this earth that goes by the name Matthew Gray Gubler. He is an actor, director, artist, and comedian. So, basically the most interesting person on the planet pretty much. He is super kind to his fans and his personality is so over-the-top. Like if his personality were pizza, it would be pineapple pizza. Like a large one. And on the side is homemade chocolate chip cookies for desert and that is his physical appearance. Yeah, he used to model. 

my baby even though he is biologically old enough to be my father

He now plays Spencer Reid on Criminal Minds and has stared in various other movies, but my favorite so far is Suburban Gothic, which you can rent on Amazon for $2.99. It's just so purely funny and classic. The movie doesn't even have to be funny, it just simply is. Anyway. Back to my celebrity crush.

the king of halloween

Matthew has his own interactive website where you can view his artwork and stuff and it is literally the cutest thing ever. He totally a creative genius. I love him so much. Just look how sweet he is. If you hate him you basically are saying you hate puppies.

He is such an influence on today's youth that Cole Sprouse is trying so badly to be him. Cole thinks he is some pixie dream boy idk. But Matthew, he has the looks of a pixie dream boy yet the personality of a dork. Which is every girl's dreams, unless you yourself are a pixie dream girl. Which, in that case, you can go talk to Cole. But good luck. His head is so far up his butt that he won't even notice you poked his arm.

So yeah. In conclusion, if your mans isn't as rad as Matthew Gray Gubler, you should probably leave him. If he doesn't wear mix matched socks, you should probably leave him. 

Not to be biased, but if your mans isn't Matthew Gray Gubler, you should leave him. 

Just kidding. Don't break up with your boyfriend. He probably loves you.

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Mid Summer Thoughts

These past few days have been crazy. Did you know science is hard? It is. Like a rock. And I am being hit with the rock, over and over again on the same day. Like a nightmarish Freaky Friday, actually just like it. I can tell you one thing, however: cells are the basic unit of structure. Thanks for teaching me that in seventh grade, Mrs. Macoy.
Had a pretty eventful ~~~third~~~ of July. Spent it in Jacksonville with my family. We grilled hot dogs and hamburgers and someone made vanilla cupcakes with chocolate icing. We discussed college and dating (based on Barney Stinson's "crazy vs. hot" graph) and whether or not it is morally acceptable to skip a class. And if you don't know what I'm talking about, here's Barney's graph, compliments of How I Met Your Mother and Google.com.

If I could choose any food to eat for the rest of my life that was suddenly no calories and I would gain no weight it would be Oreos. Just a thought of the day. Also, considering teaching for a living. Or respiratory therapy. I don't know. I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare.

Another thought: school starts back in a month and I can't WAITTTTTTTTT. I can't wait for it. I am shaking with excitement. Senior year is going to be a breeze. And also my anatomy and physiology class will be over. But then I have to take the second portion of the class in the fall. Which sucks.

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Fog and Zombies

Life has been busy lately. I've got a test tomorrow morning at 8. Yes, you heard me. 8. In the morning. When people are sleeping. I know one day my efforts will pay off, but tomorrow is just not that day.

My test tomorrow is on bones. There is so much to know about bones. I feel so unprepared, but I feel that way about every test we take in there. Last time I did well, but I just have a feeling about this one. I need to push it away and, you know, study. But food and TV.

Speaking of TV, my Netflix wasn't working last night nor today so I had to call them and a guy named Kelley talked to me for like 20 minutes asking questions about things like "cookies" and "error codes". He was really nice and patient with me, though. Thank you Kelley, you're doing great sweetie.

Yesterday Kacie, Abby, Mr. Bailey, and I worked on super secret confidential yearbook material regarding our senior class. Abby drove her new car and parked eleventy billion feet away from our cars. The previous owner of her car put a vinyl sticker on the side window that says "we ate your stick family" with three zombie silhouettes above it. I told her she should leave it on there, for like, you know, funsies.

Sunday through today has been pretty dry. Not for long, though. There is so much rain in the forecast for the next week. And I don't even own a boat. Or a large fish. Because I live 250 miles from the beach (a rough estimate because I am no good a geography). Speaking of the beach, I wish I was there, like with some chill friends and, like, $1,000 to spend. For shopping and go-karts and stuff. And I want to do the sling shot thing, you know, like you used to see on America's Funniest Home Videos of the people screaming in terror and crying. I want to experience that.

Back to the weather; since it has been so humid, the fog has been horrible. It reminds me of that episode of Scooby Doo when he's trying to catch the sailor-ghost man so he and Shaggy camp out in a boat and he slices the fog with a knife and eats it. 

But the sun always rises, even if but for 3 hours, and clears the fog. Because that's how science works, I think. Anyway, here's the same day, 5 hours later. Viewing Mt. Cheaha from highway 431 (I think)

Unrelated: I hope to start creative writing soon on this blog, but time is so tight right now and I have had a pretty blank mind. It's hard to be imaginative when all that occupies my brain currently is the differences between a fossa and a foramen. Ughhhh. Until next time.

Life is strange

  

A Day In The Life + Tropical Storm Cindy

Don't have much to post today because tests and TV and food. And because of the rippling tornadoes tearing through the south east at the moment. But it hasn't been bad. I still had to go get the mail in the rain. In the TORNADO.

See, the reason we even have tornadoes right now is because of Tropical Storm Cindy. And because I live in middle eastern Alabama. So we get the effects too.

Many people I know are down at the beach right now, like, on the beach, like with red flags. And they do not care. Because people in the south are crazy. Literally no one from Connecticut is sitting on the beach right now with a beer. They are in their hotel rooms watching the weather like sensible people. I still wish I was at the beach though. I love swimming in rip currents with a boogie board.

But since I am not, here are some pictures from my rainy day so far:

Flower being sweet

Flower being ugly 

Went to get Dippin' Dots in a storm

The storm I drove in to get Dippin' Dot's

My husband taking a selfie on my phone

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Carrie Underwood

 My Sunday School class of teenage girls is truly an experience at times. We laugh, we cry, we chat, we eat, and we sleep. We are all teenage human ninja turtles.

A few months ago we were broken into groups. We were told to go up and collectively draw a public figure whom people look up to. I do not remember why we did this even though why we did this was the entire point of the lesson.

ANYWAY my group had a fantastic idea. An idea so brilliant that I questioned if we should ever allow people to see our art before we have it copyrighted.

So me and two other girlies turned our thinkin brains on. We were going to draw the myth. The legend.

The Carrie Underwood.

"our song is a slammin screen door" hang on. Not her song. try again

"I dug my key" there we go. A hit by "Carrie Underwood".

In case any of you do not know who she is or what she looks like, here is a picture:

Above is the real Carrie Underwood. People look up to her. In that picture people were literally looking up to her. but BACK TO THE STORY

We drew. We drew until we couldn't anymore. Until the last of the chalk had been eliminated.

We knew we were finished.

A hush fell over the class. People were astounded and confused and provoked, just like the way true art should make you feel. "oooohhs" and "ahhhhs" and "xD's" were heard among the crowd. I even saw a tear glisten upon someone's cheek.

Then my team stood back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BEHOLD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

CARRIE UNDERWOOD:

 THE MYTH, THE LEGEND, THE THUNDER THIGHS IN ALL THEIR GLORY

yee yee


Life is strange