Saturday, December 23, 2006

Okay, so I'm lame.

“What was the price Steve quoted you on this?”
“I think it was…uh…37. Yeah--37.”

So the total was 37 dollars and no cents.

He took off his bald-covering beret and pulled out his debit card. After a few tries, he finally swiped it the right way.

Taking the accordion straps and receipt from my hands, he smiled that old smile that made me want to cry and said (with a slight shake of his head), “It’s good to see you. Merry Christmas.”

This is lame, but I was almost too choked up to answer. “Oh, you too, Mr. Hill.” I finally said.

He didn’t realize that merely seeing him again had made my Christmas merry.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

A Christmas Eve past

I love the spirit around Christmas-time, and I love my family.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Friday, December 15, 2006


Once I had a dream that Donald Trump and I were best friends.

I secretly want Pam and Toby to hook up. I'm kinda mad at Jim right now, but I haven't seen last night's episode yet.

I like Toby better than Jim.

I don't really like Skittles.

I miss dancing. Today I danced (with my shoes on) for the first time in a while and it was so fun. My legs are killing me now and I've lost a lot of my technique. Argh.

Clogging shoes feel amazingly comfortable after dancing in Jig shoes.

I'm convinced that Professor Snape will turn out to be a good guy.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Four gals and a guy

Tonight I will divulge a musical talent (it's not really a talent. It's a bad habit) that I have acquired. But first, I will tell a story.

The year was 2004. My piano team and I were frantically preparing for a big 5 piano competition thing. Day after day, week after week we met and practiced our songs again and again. (Well, okay-we weren't really "frantically preparing". We were pretty darn apathetic. But I digress.) So anyway. We were having fun, because, let's face it: You get Natalie, Natalie, Sarah, Jennifer, and Nathan into a room all playing the piano at the same time-it can only turn out to be hilarious, right?

Anyway, every piano lesson was an adventure-but one thing was certain: Nathan always played as loud and as fast as he could. It was so funny.

Well we won our competition. Yay.

After that competition, Nathan stopped taking lessons. (Thanks a lot, Nate.) Now whenever we had a 5 piano practice, we all missed Nate insanely. So, gradually, I adopted his playing style.

Isn't that horrible?!

(Don't worry-I can play normally when I want to, but my default setting is now as loud and fast as possible!)