Somebody once told me Camp Hope is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with a fuzzy winter hat
In the shape of a bowl on her head

Well the kids start comming and they don't stop comming
Dive in the pool and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to pay for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

so much to do, so much to see
so what's wrong with crowding the back seat?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

Hi ho, you're a pronoun
get your show on
go, play
hey now, your a no-jake,
get your game on
go, play
And throw her out the window
Only shooting stars break the mold

*dun dun dun dun...*
*wazowwwwww*
Go for the spoons
Go for the spoons
Go for the spoons
Go for the spoons

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for fuel
I need to get myself a monster drink
I said yep what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
Come on and sing it with me... one more time

Well the kids start coming and they don't stop coming
Back to the pool and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to pay for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with crowding the back seat?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

And the official corny award of the year goes tooooooooo…..

Me! Thank you, thank you, I'll be singing autographs in the back. I really had bigger dreams for this, but I just can't seem to get inspired. Suggestions are welcome.

I'm getting very excited for college and stuff these days. It all seems so glamorous from down here, which it probably isn't, but I am definitely looking forward to having goals to achieve and places to go every day again. I feel like I've been on summer break for an entire year; it does get old. Homeschooling has exhausted all of it's benefits on me, I am so ready to move on. I found all this stuff on line about how to get in and I'll (hopefully) be taking the compass test this week. I can't wait to figure out all the classes that I need to take and everything. It's all so exciting. You never know what could happen going into a totally new situation like that, what kind of people are waiting for you or where it could take you. This could be the start of something new…

I'm working on getting my license too, and considering taking on more hours at work or getting another job. I'm becoming a bit of a scrooge about my money. My theory is that if I let my clothes get worn and dirty enough Mom will eventually have to buy me new ones herself. :-)

Oh, and I now have a tutor to bring my math skills up to grade level (this was my decision and I'm glad I made it in the end), but I could really use some prayer in that area. I could easily be in deep water with this math thing, but it's started to bug me a whole lot which makes a huge difference.

This independence thing feels so good. I mean, my parents would probably argue that I'm not being nearly independent enough, but I'm really starting to care. Just think, two more years and I could be going cross-country to live with other girls and go to college. Another couple years and I could be married. Well, you never know. Yikes, I'm standing on the brink of everything. It's so cool.

On a less high note, things on the old home front are a little stressful right now. I've been swinging in and out of depression these last couple weeks, as any of you who may have seen the blog post I made last night would know… but really, it's all just based on perception and when that changes, reality kind of slips into the background. I get up this momentum to keep me going. Writing, singing, reading out loud to fill the silence; telling myself it's only a few more days until Sunday. That way I can smile and laugh and see the beauty in things. So I'm fine, it's not I'm just perpetually miserable or I can't be happy. But whenever I have to stop to check emails or go do something important or sit down to eat a meal with this broken, scarred, bleeding thing they call a family, it all rushes in and starts choking me. It's not a crying, hurting, needing to be hugged sort of pain like I've experienced before, it's a suppressing, panicky, needing space sort of pain that makes you think everything is your fault even when you know it isn't.

But most of the time things are okay. I'm writing a lot, I guess, depending on what you count as writing. I love High School musical and Donald Miller and OH, I'm going through a Beatles revival. Sam, you are my hero all over again. One, two, three, four… we're sergeant peppers one and only lonely hearts club band!

I miss co-op and Lindy.

Oh, and we're leaving for Arizona and California on the 6th and we'll be gone for fourteen days. I'm very excited for the wedding we're going to (tropical theme- we get to wear flip flops and sun dresses!) and terrifically terrified to see my first real killer whale and especially excited to write letters and postcards. My mom got me this super cool letter writing box.

Wow, I think I win the award for most boring blog post ever, too! What a day…