Marathon, Business, and Packing

We had a LOTR marathon with some friends. It was a crazily fun time.

The Arabic festival went well. It was fun....my friend made me go on the scariest ride, but it was the only one I did ^_^
I got my hair cut.
This week I have been with friends a lot. Dad left on Wednesday! He is now in "our" new country. Today my best friend came over and we packed and made cookies. Tomorrow I have a competition and camp starts!!! OSAS here we come!



MirrorMask is an amazing, weird, bizarre, frightening, artsy, depressing, beautiful, wondrous movie. You have to be the type to like it though, I suppose.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Absolutely. We should stick little wheels on the bottoms of our shoes and then we could slide around everywhere!"

<3

....

MOVIN'
The container from the outside.....it shall soon be on a ship across the sea....
29 boxes of books to go....waiting in the garage.
Loading dad's car:


It's inescapably true and everywhere now....we are moving....soon...and I will miss this place...it's people...its music....its dance....

Still, it's awfully exciting!

This is the reason I began this: so y'all could see what is going on with us, with moving, with our new home. It was ballet teacher Miss Julie's idea.

<3

Less Like Scars

I have pictureses for you.

The band played at Trader Joes. It felt REALLY odd, playing in a store, but hey, it helps the band....







Dad took us flying.

Candace was falling asleep on me in the car.

Less like tearing, more like building

Less like captive, more like willing

Less like breakdown, more like surrender

Less like haunting, more like remember
And I feel you here

And you're picking up the pieces

Forever faithful

It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation

But you are able

And in your hands the pain and hurt

Look less like scars and more like

Character

Less like a prison, more like my room

It's less like a casket, more like a womb

Less like dying, more like transcending

Less like fear, less like an ending

-Sara Groves

It is so true.

<3

Packin'

All we do it pack.....and chemistry ^_^ Thankfully Latin is practically DONE!!! We are simply reading the last few chapters of the story instead of going through the exercises and tests as well. Almost makes it fun ; ) Reading other languages aloud is fun...I like to hear the different words rolling off my tongue....

17 more days until OSAS!!

Today I felt quite sick....but we had a lot of ice cream.....and played with larps at a friend's house....so I'm all good now....

Cabar Feidh has a gig this Saturday so I'm happy but it means no babysitting.

This is one of my favorite pics of Chauntelle from Eisley.

<3

Unicorns and Henna'd Hands

I had to pack the beautiful unicorn that hangs over my mirror. The room is empty without all my music posters and paintings and everything...

I have been practicing my henna for the Arabic Festival. It is in less than two weeks and I have a new tube and new dye, so I have to get used to it. It's a traditional Arabic decoration, especially for before weddings and such. I prefer to do my own feet than hands.I did our guests' hands last night: And Ky's:
In both pics the dye is still on...when they wash it off in a few hours it will be a deep red (hopefully) or orange-ish color.

Love you.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may....

The roses in our yard are blooming, and it's a wonderous sight. All the lovely little buds!

And those full blown....
This is my favorite of all of them:

Today I read "Till We Have Faces," by C.S. Lewis. It is an amazing, deep, emotional, beautiful, vivid book. That man is a genius....it's just hard to believe that, however much insight he had, he yet believed in the lie of evolution....

"Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?"

Are they only words, words, and more conflicting words or thoughts? I think not. He knows what he speaks of. Perhaps I do not.

Sorting, packing, moving; it all ends in weariness or singing. Today it ends in singing...wearily...

Isn't it all the same in the end? No, but it feels like it.

Love, me