Some Christmas Reflections...

So....merry Christmas Eve everyone.

It's been merry up to this point for me, too....But then, it happened. We go to a Christmas Eve service every year, and upon returning from it tonight...Well, lets just say the peppermint candy cane cookies I'd slaved over all afternoon were no where to be seen.

We kicked our goldendoodle Abby out of the house into the cold to ponder her actions and banished my smaller dog Odie to the upstairs to do the same. Then in silent sorrow I picked up the small candy crumbs left behind and sighed heavily a few times. Mom sympathized. So did Dad. Myron wanted to go play xbox.

It was a disappointment, but....they are only cookies after all.

It's a little odd. This holiday season has been a rather disorganized and iffy one for my family and I. I think there's just a lot of reflection of last year that's making it this way. My gram passed away last December, so that Christmas time was a very hard one. The Christmas tree was bought from a parking lot for the first time. Ever. The decorations went up much too late. The presents were bought and wrapped at strange times. Frequently it was just the kids at home. Mom was gone all the time at the hospital in New London, Dad worked, Gregory was out a lot, and that left me and my little brother. You'd think all that would just ruin Christmas. But it really didn't. Yes, it was very tough, but it's in those tough times that we grow closest to God I think, when we see that we really can't make it on our own, relying on our strength to hold us up. So it was then, I guess, that I really grasped the true meaning of Christmas. The 'true meaning of Christmas' sounds a little hokey after all that it's been commercialized to be. But still. Sometimes you think you get something, but then when something happens that really makes you see, you realize you've never actually gotten it until now. That's how it was for me. I got it. That it's not all about the decorations and the food and the family and friends and lights and movies and music. That stuff is cool and all, but it's not what Christmas is about. It's about a dad who sent his one and only son down to live in a fallen world and save it. Can you imagine that? I don't even know how he did it. It just blows my mind. So no. Last Christmas wasn't ruined really. It was made. This Christmas has been primarily the same. Lacking in the organization factor and bountiful in the hectic-ness, and I still think I 'get it'. Sometimes it has just taken a little digging or a beautiful Christmas carol to get it out there again.

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Tonight is Christmas Eve, and that still sounds funny to say. It just doesn't feel like it should be time yet! But it is, and Myron has gone to bed hurriedly, anticipating...Mom is washing some dishes and then finishing the christmas wrapping last minute, as it happens every year, Gregory's out who-knows-where, Dad's cooking, and I'm sitting up here in my dimly lit room, listening to trust 100.5 (all christmas, all the time), writing. Tomorrow we'll see how early I wake up. Last year it was 7 am and that seemed horrifically late, considering the fact every year before then I'd jumped out of bed around 5:30. Seven am or not though, the tradition of me and my brothers all tip-toing down the stairs into the sleepy darkness, surveying the presents, grabbing our stockings and then seperating into our rooms to open them still held true, and it will this year also. Until somone moves out, that's how it will work. When we're done with the stockings, we usually take a tour of each other's rooms to see the outcome of our unstocking-ing and then we'll become a little impatient and go wake up our mom and dad. Then we'll all mosy down the stairs together. Us kids will sit ourselves down in our designated unwrapping territories and wait until the parents have fixed a much need cup of coffee. Then it'll begin ;) Between many laughs, much christmas music, much mess everywhere, and lots of cookie consuming, the morning will go by, and we'll start preparing for the Meal. This year we're having my Aunt Heide and Gramp over, that's all. Keeping it nice and small. It'll be wonderful. The shunned dogs will once again be loved, fingers, tired from hours of wrapping and bow-tying, will have relief, stomachs will be ready to be filled, candles will be lit, and everything will be wonderful....

I'm excited. And off to bed.

Merry Christmas Everyone, God Bless.

curly hair

I have curly hair right now :) Thanks to my cosmetology-student-hair-stylist best friend, Emily. Our families being tied together at the hip practically, we have Hewett/Logan gatherings quite often and celebrate them as only we can do. Meaning fights over small ice cream cakes, inside jokes like, "You can do it, Mr. Hewett," Twilight talking, comedy movie watching (we like to have the whole room of 11 laughing) cooking and eating much of the time, and today, at least between Emily and I, hair curling. And a little bit of bangs cutting/fixing.

Yay ;) I have a friend who can do my hair for me. Doesn't get much cooler than that.

TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS EVE!

A Pointless Journey. A Fun Story.

It was a day somewhere in late October...


My dad is a nature guy. That's his job. He goes out into fields and forests and dales and inspects dirt. The title "Soil Scientist" doesn't do too much justice to the profession. He runs his own business and has his own office and clients and is apparently a quite highly regarded man in the state. I'm guessing this is because he basically gives everyone who wants to build something somewhere the permission to build that something somewhere. But we're straying...It was a Sunday, and on Sundays we don't usually do anything after church except chores, eating, talking about doing yard work, and watching tv. But this Sunday after a wonderful and quite traditional sandwich lunch, mom prided herself in pushing dad out the door with his three children and leaving him to do with us as he willed.


Now, I bring my camera virtually everywhere. Sometimes my smaller, more compact digital, sometimes my inherited, bigger, bulkier Panasonic Lumix. Today I brought the latter. It was a b-e-a-utiful day out, sun shining brightly through the thinning branches, and the temp was anything drastically unseasonal. It was nice. So dad brought us to Valley Falls, a small park/beachy place about a mile away that we can reach by driving or taking the once-traintrack trail behind my house.
We drove.
And we brought my little Scoodle (poodle/scottish terrier, Odie) with us. He's the much less hyper and jumpy of my two dogs. When we got to the park, my older brother started walking absently around with his cell phone, texting, and my little brother tagged along, dragging Odie with him. So they were gone, and my dad had his quite-much-more-expensive-costing-and-l0oking camera, so, as for some reason we always seem to do with things, we inconspiculously developed an unspoken, unaddressed competition of who could take the prettiest pictures. I quite frankly think I won.
At least in the creative department. Artsy pictures are my faves.
We left a few hours later after a good long time of me and my older brother Gregory observing and chuckling at hikers and walkers tripping up and down these really annoyingly crafted stairs. It was fun. When we got in the car, my dad said he was going to take us to get some ice cream. We weren't going to say no of course, so we let him speed us off to who-knows-where and hoped we wouldn't get too lost.
We got lost. How it happened, I don't know, but after about half an hour of dad repeating, "Oh, there's gotta be a place somewhere around here," us kids thoroughly believed that was a lie and were looking at our surroundings: Storrs. We'd gone from Vernon to Storrs. Dad, finally seeming to figure out that maybe it was dragging on a little, started rambling on about differnt places on our way back, and we stopped at all of them, and none of them were open...
So we finally wound up just going to McDonald's, the alternative to everyting. The McDonald's that was about 7 minutes away from Valley Falls.


None of kids said too much about it. We've never been ones to rain on our father's parade. No matter how illogical and odd the parade might be. We just stay quiet for the most part. Sometimes we threw, "Uh...dad, we're in Storrs," at him, and he would respond, "I know, I know. There's a place up at this intersection I think..."


But at the end of the day (because it was getting to be around 6pm by the time this pointless escapade ended) we had our McFlurries and were returning home to mom, who we would tell the story to when dad wasn't around.

I. Hate. Road. Drains.

Alright. So I've discovered another thing in my Connecticut area to despise:
road drains.
You see, most road drains I tolerate perfectly well. The one below isn't one I'd hate. It's placed nicely on the side of the road, where I firmly believe they should ALL go. Out of the way of pedestrian drivers. The road drain that has sparked such hatred in me is located on a little back road somewhere in Vernon. The drain is not on the side of the road NOR out of the way.
NO, THIS DRAIN IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD.
And when you're having a nice little day drive, maybe talking with your mom cheerily about a book, or about some form of French cooking, all of a sudden you'll feel a horrible lurch as your cars front tires plunge 3 inches down into this AWFUL-Y placed road drain.
And then you'll have to go through it all over again 2 seconds later when your back tires go over it. It drives me completely insane. And you can't even try to swurve your car to avoid it. It doesn't work. You'll just run yourself off the road into a patch of christmas trees, hit another car, or wind up running over it anyways because the things is like 2 and a half feet wide.

I'm really considering going to the state whatever-their-names-are and saying, "You're endangering the entire United States with your placage of that drain!"

Maybe they'll listen to me. Maybe not.

candles

Candles ~ a furtive way of symbolizing an extremity of subjects, most of which contending to the concept of light imposing on and consuming an area of darkness...

we should strive to be like candles.

ode to trees

~Ode To Trees~

I'll be driving down the road (not literally driving, that would still be considered illegal at my age) and all of a sudden out of nowhere I'll shout,"OH! Look at that tree!!! Isn't it beautiful?!?!" and continue on to rant about the branches and leaves and roots and location and color and height and etc. etc. etc. If I don't know the name I'll find it, somehow, using this marvelous contraption, the internet. If I know the name it will only add to my boasting about the beauty of the roadside tree.

I don't know how many of you out there are aware of my love of trees. It's not really to be classified as a love of all plants, because truthfully it's not; I do like flowers but I don't quite have a tremendous interest in them, and whatever other plants there are out there besides trees and flowers, well obviously I don't care too much about those because I don't even know what they are. But trees...I think I've inherited this love from my dad, whose a swamp-scientist-dirt-loving-outdoorsy guy. If he's the one whose driving the car when I burst out with loud exclamations about a tree that at first glance looks just like all the others around it, he'll usually boast about his knowledge of the tree and eye for it's beauty more than I do.

But that's okay.

I don't know quite what is is that I love so much about them. The way their branches twist and loop and point and stick out - the color and shape of whatever leaves, if any, are clinging to those branches - the shape of their trunks, the way they bend or tower, the color of their bark - the way they serve as standing, intact pieces of history that can remind of us a time long since gone by, when the houses and McDonald's and malls surrounding them were once only fields of innocently grazing sheep. There's a lot of things that can be said for a tree.
So there you go. One thing that maybe you didn't know about me. I'll try to add to your fact collection every once and a while.

(please note and appreciate that the pictures below took me two days to gather for this post - it's a long story, and you have better things to do that waste your time listening to me explain a story whose moral is really just how technically inefficient a blond can be.)

try not to skim over these pics. take a look at them. you may see more than you expect.

oak trees

autumn birches

weeping willow in wintertime

weeping willow

european beech tree

american beech tree

japenese blooming apricot

african boaboa tree

birch trees

cherry blossom

sycamore

a little holiday inspiration

I know, I know, already into the whole holiday decor thing...and here I am always saying how ridiculous it is that everyone always seems to entirely skip Thanksgiving and move right on to Christmas the day after halloween. Slap me if you'd like to. But I can't quite help this...I saw these pictures and got that 'ooooo, pretty!'. Holiday decorating has just always supplied me with this cozy, warm feeling inside. The, 'sitting by the crackling fire with a good novel and a flannel blanket over you as snow falls gently to the frozen, still ground outside' feeling. I love that feeling.

a lullaby

this is a lullaby my mom sang to me nearly every night as a child. for a long time after I grew up enough to tuck myself in and fall asleep to my thoughts and songs, I had forgotten this little tune, and my memory of the lyrics was very gapped. but then, one day, both miraculously returned to me. it's a beautiful, calming lullaby (as lullabies are supposed to be) and tonight as I'm heading off to my flannel sheeted, comforter covered bed on the eve of a new week of school (ugh) I wanted to share it with you :] ...and then I'll go sing it to myself, hopefully easing some of the distress about launching back into routine...

Train Whistle Blowin'

Train whistle blowin', makes a sleepy noise
Underneath their blankets go all the girls and boys
Rockin', rollin', ridin', out along the bay
All bound for Morningtown, many miles a-way

Driver at the engine, Fireman rings the bell
Sandman swings the lantern to show that all is well
Rockin', rollin', ridin', out along the bay
All bound for Morningtown, many miles a-way

Somewhere there is sunshine, somewhere there is day
Somewhere there is Morningtown, many miles a-way
Rockin', rollin', ridin', out along the bay
All bound for Morningtown, many miles a-way

All bound for Morningtown, many miles a-way.

stargazing on a dark blue night

I was looking at the stars one night this past summer, all scattered out on a vast, dark blue sky, when something that I'd never really thought about before hit me: even though they look really, really tiny from where we're standing, down on this puny planet, they're HUGE somewhere, enormously HUGE, which is by no means a never before thought up concept...but for some reason, it was a revelation for me that night. Those stars are huge, somewhere...and that was really amazing to me.
God works in your mind in such small, yet big ways :]

-- Stargazing by Leon Jackson --

{to God}

Picture life before I knew you
It was alright, it was ok
I'll paint my life before I loved you
There were never pictures in the hallway
There were no fireworks
There was no grand allure
That only happened when you came through my door

CHORUS:
And oh now
Life feels more than amazing
In your eyes
It feels like I've been stargazing

Feels like I'm living in a movie
Like I'm Fred Astaire
Singin' in the rain
I see the fireworks
I feel the grand allure
It happens every time
That you walk through my door

And oh now
Life feels more than amazing
In your eyes
It feels like I've been stargazing

There were no fireworks
There was no grand allure
That only happened when you came through my door

And oh now
Life feels more than amazing
In your eyes
It feels like I've been stargazing

Looking in your eyes
I'm stargazing
I'm stargazing
Looking in your eyes
I'm stargazing
I'm stargazing


-- Stars by Switchfoot --

Maybe I've been the problem
Maybe I'm the one to blame
But even when I turn it off and blame myself
The outcome feels the same
I've been thinking maybe I've been partly cloudy
Maybe I'm the chance of rain
And maybe I'm overcast
And maybe all my luck's washed down the drain

I've been thinking 'bout everyone
Everyone, you look so lonely
But when I look at the stars
When I look at the stars
When I look at the stars
I see someone else
When I look at the stars, the stars
I feel like myself

Stars looking at a planet watching entropy and pain
And maybe start to wonder how
The chaos in our lives could pass as sane
Ive been thinking of the meaning of resistance
Of a world beyond my own
And suddenly the infinite and penitent
Began to look like home

I've been thinking 'bout everyone
everyone, you look so empty
But when I look at the stars
When I look at the stars
When I look at the stars
I see someone else
When I look at the stars, the stars
I feel like myself


Stars..Stars...


Everyone everyone you feel so lonely
Everyone, yeah, everyone you feel so empty

When I look at the stars
When I look at the stars
When I look at the stars
I feel like myself
when I look at the stars, the stars
I see someone...


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Firstly...

Firstly, I apologize for nada recent activity here lately :/ Every day, believe me, it crosses my mind, 'Oh man, I need to get on there and write something." Because I really do want to, but every day I have to refrain because the simple prospect of homework is so overwhelming I just can't bring myself to do much else but comply to studiousness. Sigh.
I'm probably exaggerating things just a wee bit...but my teachers do give a lot of homework, and they do expect that we do it completely and goodly...(you don't have to worry about my English grade, really...) which is not at all a surprise or anything, it's just not a pleasing reality :/
But enough with that. The purpose of this post is to simply to give a little illustration of what my life looks like these days:

• It's COLD. November is here. My mom and I were leaving Shriners Hospital the other day (the nonchalance of that statement shouldn't be alarming...it was just a check up on my scoliosis, and, guess what, I'm okay and the appointment was pretty much pointless (ha...) but I got to miss most of a day at school, so no hard feelings there.) and my mom asked me if I liked November. "Mm, I like it okay," and she went into this lengthy story about how my grandma always loved November because, even though it's gloomy and cold most of the time, you can see the shape of all the trees when they lose their leaves. Which is a nice way to look at it...different from just saying they look like skeletons. So it's November, and thanks to some people on facebook who seem to take on the responsibility of faithfully posting as their status the number of days till certain holidays and such -- I've found out that Christmas is 48 (no typo...) days away. Which is completely preposterous to me.
• Because of parent teacher conferences -- not out of the kindness of their hearts -- my school gave us half-days monday through wednesday and no school on thursday and friday this week. I think as you can probably imagine most of us were on the brink of hysterical fits of joyous laughter by the time 1pm wednesday rolled around. Mmmm....I love getting out of school. Thinking about 7 or 8 hours of precious freedom during which I usually do nothing but homework anyways but hey, it's the thought that counts. For those 7 or 8 hours I actually have a life again. For some reason that's how I look at it...you can probably notice I don't think much of school.
• In other news -- my mom took me on a big shopping spree recently and I got to buy this incredible winter coat with fur lining on the inside and big pockets and lots of isolation and I love it so dearly I'm wearing it right now, sitting here at the computer desk...I was cold, and I don't think there's many more sensible things to wear when you're very cold than a winter coat. Don't you agree? I've been stripping down and taping up and color scheming and cutting out in my room during the last week, renovating large portions of my wall, alegbra has proved once again that you can't stay home even one day of school without falling way behind, I have a cold so when I'm singing in my room and a high note comes along, it's not a very pretty sound...My dogs' line for going outside broke somehow so we have to just push them out the door and stand there watching them to make sure they don't sneak away or get eaten by wolves, and that gets really annoying after a while. Because all they do for some reason is stand there in the backyard and look at us with this forlorn expression, like, "Oh, I see, you just don't love me anymore so you're kicking me out and then laughing at me as I stand out here in the cold with no where to go..." I've been playing a lot of Christmas music, taking a lot of walks, groaning at the lack of food in my house, and apart from all that, not much else has been going on in my world.

Time to spare you from anymore of this torture. Now that you've read this, I hereby grant you freedom to carry on with your life. Shoo.

time, oh time, where have you gone?

Well, as you've probably noticed, I haven't posted anything of any consequence recently? Why? you're inner yearning to know about Sophia's life is asking. Because somehow this little thing called 'school', tied together with another little thing called homework (little, in this case, meaning huge of course) has entirely devoured all my free time. Eaten it all up. So I literally feel like screaming sometimes when I start dwelling on all the things I could be doing as I'm on the 2nd step of a 12 step algebra problem. I will admit, I'm easily distracted. There I'll be, sitting on my bedroom floor with my science book open, writing by the light of my closet (because it's the nearest thing to descent light I have in my room) and I'll just start singing, unconsciously trying to chase away horrific lack of music. Lack of music = my attempt at getting work done. But that never works, because I simply can't go without music...
So I'll start singing and I'll stop writing and before I know it I've sung through the entire 3 minute song and wasted all that time that I could have spent writing about why positive charges exist or some such nonsensical stuff....And right now is a great example of me being easily distracted...I just stared a scratch on my computer desk for about 2 minutes...

Back to the main subject: I have art class right after school on Mondays, piano right after school on Wednesdays, Kids Club right after school on Thursdays, and usually, though this isn't at all a bad thing, spur of the moment fun stuff after school on Friday. So...that leaves me with Tuesday. The only day I can just go home and drop my backpack on the floor and change into comfy clothes and pick up my guitar and try to pick up a sense of accomplishment when my fingertips start hardening up.

I love Tuesdays.

Second quarter is about to begin. One down, three to go...

Homework continues to rob me of any sort of happy life (that was a little exaggerated) I continue to cherish any sort of free time I get, and I practically sprint out the door every Friday.

I get to bed too late, and wake up too late, so I have to rush rush rush to get out the door on time. I haven't found any time to read - for pleasure, at least...plenty of time to read about the architectural motives of the Egyptians - in about 3 weeks. and that just makes me depressed.

October trudges on, along with my life...

Sigh.

me trying to get my time back.

mixed media

these are just a couple examples of mixed media.
mixed media is a technique involving the use of two or more artistic media, such as ink and pastel or painting and collage, that are combined in a single composition.
i love it! there are so many possibilities with this kind of art, and you can basically do anything you want and it'll look good. sometimes I'll try to create some of my own, bring every paint I own, magazines scissors, paper, newspapers, everything I can think of, into the garage and make something - cool. I'll attempt to at least.
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"I'll eat you up I love you so."

{just a side note: I'm really mad right now because it's almost 12:oo and I have to retype this whole thing because my internet just had to die on me and make my poor tired fingers and eyes suffer through this whole thing again. venting accomplished.}

I've watched Where the Wild Things Are.
And? ....me and my older brother swerved into oncoming traffic, me screaming and clutching at our sugar supply of Symphony bars, m&m's and coca cola products. I don't really know what the hurry was..."We're 10 minutes early, AHHH!" but moving on. we got there, met up with the small group of rumpus approving friends, and then stole the good seats with the railing in front of them so we could put our feet up in luxury. so low and behold, after a long line of 7 minute trailers that leave everyone thinking, 'wait, what am I here to see again?' the rumpus began. I knew I liked it from the start. it was cute, then sad, then exciting, then cute, and so on and so forth. the really, really random humor and realistic situations acted out by big furry wild things made me laugh through most of it - plus I was sitting near Annie whose presence just adds hilariousness to absolutely anything. I liked it....but it was kind of weird. like, I'm sure all the little kids loved it 'cause, well, there's all these monsters throwing dirt at each other and smashing trees, so...but then you've got to teenagers and old people, and we're all sitting there with our heads in our hands, unconsciously trying to work out all the deep themes and inner meanings and symbolism... but that's okay! 'cause despite that little detail it was a great movie. ....even with all the insane amounts of deepness.

'let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...?'

alright - this is officially freaking me out.
snow in october?! really? truly?
yes.
there had been rumors circulating about snow on friday, but, of course - it came thursday.
there I was, sitting in Kids Club (it's this afterschool kids program at my youthgroup's church, pcm - most of you who are reading this probably know all this already but just for the sake of any poor wanderer who doesn't...) and I look out the window and see these white, fluffy, wet things, mixed in with the rain...and it just didn't look right, not when there was this bright orange tree in the background.
I think I had to cover my eyes at one point and look the other way...I mean I was just talking about Christmas, too! no, no, no Sophia, don't deceive yourself, christmas is not soon...!

well you just wasted about 45 seconds of your life by reading this rather pointless post. the sole purpose was just to vent my confusion/anger/frustration about weather patterns in our beloved state CT.

'christmas time is not even almost here, happiness and cheer...'

about the end of every september something happens...I look out the window one morning as I'm reluctantly dragging myself out of bed and notice this silver shimmery stuff all over the grass...one would usually think, 'hmm, looks like I need to break out the fleece sweaters and gloves..." my first thought: "I CAN LISTEN TO CHRISTMAS MUSIC NOW!" my view is that christmas music becomes legal after the first frost. however, I'm not perfect...I have stepped beyond those boundaries and listened to it a little beforehand, usually in an absence of people that might feel it's their job to point out that I'm crazy for listening to christmas music during - september... but the first frost has come, so on comes all those songs with the constant little bells in the background :) while we're on the topic of christmas though... when I was little I'd get so so so excited about it. I still do. I'd read all these picture books about little girls in the great depression making little presents out of paper and yarn and sticks, and then look at it as my responsibility to do the same thing. the inspiration would usually wear off...but I do love making gifts for people. It makes me feel accomplished and dignified for some reason...even if the gift recievers are left with little idea of what exactly they're supposed to do with whatever I made them... the one thing about christmas I don't like though is that once it's over, you're stuck with those awful two to three months of slushy, cold, wetness. you can't really listen to christmas music because it's already gone by, you no longer have a reason to go on spending sprees, your house doesn't have red and green everywhere, no christmas tree in the living room, and now you just want to break out the tank tops and shorts again. funny how that works. but you still gotta love christmas. well, so ends my early, before thanksgiving tribute to christmas. :]

A Creative Mind...

So I was browsing this quote website and I came across this...it's a quote in paragraph form I guess you could call it.

"A truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - so that without the creating of poetry or music or books or building or something if meaning, his very breath is cut off for him. He must create, just pour out creating. By some strange, inward urgency, he is not really alive unless he is creating." -Anonymous

where the wild things are trailer... :)

Colors. By the Rocket Summer.

COLORS.

Now, let's take it back to January.
An overflowing heart, an empty wallet scene.
Some wheels and a guitar yeah, you think we're crazy.
Driving on the ways of the high and free.
And so we just hold on.
I remember rolling through some state into a hotel scene,
With pennies to my name,
I remember thinking I can't sleep but she's loving me.
And so we just hold on.
Just hold on.

And here with you under these colors,
I'll stay with you there is no other.
We share a name, we share a wonder.
And on the roads ahead, we'll keep going further.
Woah, woah yeah.

And all the struggles and honorable mentions,
That pave our history we're all of my attention.
It's just surrounding you,
I forget all that has used me, bruised me,
Roaming on the thrill.

Cause here with you under these colors,
I'll stay with you there is no other.
We share a name, we share a wonder.
And on the roads ahead, we'll keep going further.

The rest is right, the rest is wrong.
The rest will come when it comes along.
The rest will find us, we belong here.

The rest is right, the rest is wrong.
The rest will come when it comes along.
The rest will find us, we belong here.
Oh, oh, oh yeah.

Cause here with you under these colors,
I'll stay with you there is no other.
We share a name, we share a wonder.
And on the roads ahead, we'll keep going further.

Cause here with you under these colors,
I'll stay with you there is no other.
We share a name, we share a wonder.
And on the roads ahead, we'll keep going further.

The rest is right, the rest is wrong.
The rest will come when it comes along.
The rest will find us, we belong here.

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Where The Wild Things Are...

Okay, so I'm pretty much psyched about this movie coming out. It's only my favorite childrens book ever written. And I'm very very very very very happy because I'm going to see it this Friday! With some of my favorite people ever! So therefore I think it's going to be one of the best nights of my life...
(just to let you know, a trailer just appeared on the TV screen and I spent about 30 seconds jumping up and down in my seat.)
I went on the movie's website earlier and sat there with my face practically pressed up against the screen staring at all the little indy details that for some reason I freak out over, and wondering over the amazing cinomatography, and thinking listening to Emily ponder what it would be like if she had pajamas like that. She says she would wear them around the house when she got cold, but not out in public - I don't think.
I think I want a pair, too...
So anyways, I'm really really really excited about this movie and I think from the second it starts to the second it ends I'll be totally absorbed and if anyone starts talking I may just throw popcorn at them and go, "SHH."

:]