//currently re-reading hp. in order backwards. can hardly stop to even do hw.
//listening to classical music atm. stimulating. songs are very long, however...
//it, quite frankly, has warmed down here in dixie. walked the dog in shorts and sandals.

starry gaze. swelling. hyperventilation.

okay, so the school sends out these invitations for us to attend the dance with all the information on it, including who's doing the "professional photography" and the entertainment (probably the dj's). i looked up the photographer, and though he's based here, his photography really isn't exceptional.

//QUICK! who's the first person you think of when i say 'photography + anberlin' ? parker young! of course! so, i get this outrageous idea, completely out-of-the-blue, to message him about rates and stuff. and he REPLIES. and i flip. major flip. dude. like...f'real? and i reply, and he replies back...

you have done me over, mrs. carroll.

and possibly just about everyone who takes her course. this is the first time i have ever written a science report. and it's not like a "here, just put down the hypothesis and graph, conclusion, bam." it's like...the real deal. and i have absolutely no idea how it's supposed to look like or what format it's supposed to be in or much of anything else. the grade is quite major...and...i think i have screwed it up. *big sigh*

my softball coach has the most boss vocabulary i have ever heard.
he was giving us a very serious speech about saturday's game, talking about our improvements and comparing them to our previous performances. when talking about running, he used, "you guys just used to meander after the ball..." and everyone started cracking up. i dunno why, i just have never heard anyone use that word in everyday speech, you know?

he once said, "what's with the psychadelic shirt, renee?" to me when i wore a rainbow shirt to a game once. ahahaha.

sometimes i really do marvel. not like when you gaze up in awe at the biggest roller coaster at six flags, but...marvel. i believe only a select few events in this world could possibly deserve this respect, and one of them is when someone comes to Christ and accepts Him as their personal Lord and Saviour. madison recently proclaimed her faith in Christ. i gave her a hug when she came to church this morning because i was so happy for her. :)

//AUSTRALIA

i don't regret anything. staying up till midnight to finish it so i could barely get up for church this morning, making my dog whine her butt off to go to bed, blah yadda [insert other problems that have relations to this]. because this movie was EPIC WIN. the first bit of the movie was really creative, and i have never seen nicole kidman scream like that before. HAHA. and of course, the ever-so-lovely hugh jackman. hehe. 8D

class, ladies. (i.e., i crossed the border.)
come down here to metropolitan atlanta, where one county has lawn bowling and sips lemonade on the rocks, and the one right next to it throws events called "touch-a-truck." it's invigorating! set a "spice-up-your-life-diversity-campaign" bit over here with the tents and everything. okay, hold onto your hats because this entire blog entry will be one paragraph for aesthetic purposes. okay: our last softball game was a home game, versus a brutish red/black team from SCRA. i don't want to be mean, but they aren't exactly the sweetest kids. tawk lak thas eyund cayun't aven trate they'ure bast frands wi' sum raspact. it happens. they had the nastiest "we're so much better than you" attitudes; cocky in every way. it really was infuriating. they trash-talked the umpires and even the parents on the other team were no better than they were. they had beaten us (actually, nearly pummeled us if we hadn't given all we got, a final score of 7-9), but it was not the last time they saw us. so...today, we had the visitor's game at their park, and during pre-game warmup, coach hank rallied us up for a pep talk, if you will. he looked at us directly in the eye and with the utmost sincerity, asked us to beat the team. NOT with cockiness. with class. with our heads held high, restricting ourselves to ever sink down to their level. and we promised we would do it, we promised we would tell that team. first inning: 2 runs to 0, holding them off and preventing a single person on the other team to even set foot on base. second: 5 runs to 0. third: 5 runs to 0. fourth: 6 runs to 0. etc. they didn't even score. final result: 9-0. and when we lined up to shake their hands, we greeted them with a sincere "good game" and then a run back to our dugout with something to be proud about. SO KIDDIES! :D WHAT'S THE MORAL OF THE STORY WE HAS GOTS TODAY?! OH, YES, YOU'RE RIGHT! KEEP YOUR CLASS, YOU HAS GOT SKILLZ TO BEATZ OUT THE MEANIE-HEADS.

btw, i'm sorry, i am so mean, but there was one girl who got on my nerves because she is one of those girls who thinks she is the hottest thing since psychoanalysis. scalp covered in a mop of long blonde hair, most likely dyed out of its platinum sheen, a nose ring (now don't get me wrong, nose rings rock my pants, but you could tell she had one because beachy californians carry them) and an aritificial tan. her nails were like, ghetto long, beautimous french manicure which would cause her death alarm if broken. and, yes, bad mouth like the rest of them. i think she was named mariah after the pop diva. that's lovely. :)

THIS IS PARACHUTE.

AND THEY ARE A NEW INSPIRATION.
i be digging the new pop/acoustic/blues genre that these guys belong to. plus i be digging their style too (and maybe a bit of the looks...) the singer (will) has the most controlled, beautiful voice i have heard outside of opera. the way he squints when he performs reminds me of jesse mccartney. remember him?