Tuesday, March 11, 2014

I AM PREPARED

I made sure to shave my legs so that when this day came I could wear leggings. Finally I’m living life as it was meant to be lived. PANTS FREE!!!

Friday, December 13, 2013

redundantthinking:

Kat’s Favorite Fictional Ladies (In No Particular Order)
    ↳Hotaru Tomoe//Sailor Saturn

"It’s so beautiful…the moment before imminent destruction."

I love her.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013
My favourite picture of the Smoky Mountains.

My favourite picture of the Smoky Mountains.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

DARYL

I WOULD HIT IT SO HARD FOREVER

Sunday, September 1, 2013

I want to blog.

Blah.

Monday, July 22, 2013

My gods, how I woukd hit that.

Monday, June 17, 2013

I haven’t tumbled in ages. Too much life going on. I can’t sleep and when I do I wake up. Usually nightmares too. I just wanna have a dream. Happy or wacky I don’t even care. Sorry to push my crazy on you all.

I think I’m gonna buy the full version of World of Goo on my phone. I love that game.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013
musicalmelody:

My band director was just tagged in this on facebook. It’s an old letter to his daughter and it reads: 
Hi, Laurel,How’s camp? I’ve been thinking of you and how you remind me of a bassoon. So I copied a couple fingerings for a bassoonist to play a couple of cool notes. If you’re asking yourself, or someone near to you, why you should be compared (favorably, I must say) to a bassoon, and are being met with blank puzzlement, let me enlighten you.As you might imagine, the bassoon is a rare and unique instrument. Many people live their whole entire lives without ever experiencing the majesty, and mystery of its voice. It’s sometimes a misunderstood instrument. It is in one instant dark, foreboding, then sweet and melodious. It can be funny and sad, threatening and consoling. Its variety is broad and its capacity of expression is deep. It does not seek popularity but enjoys the company of others. It plays well with large groups, or small, or can carry a tune all alone. The bassoon believes in itself and values its own uniqueness. Those of us who have discovered its beauty and sweet song feel glad that we’ve been able to have that as part of our life experience.So, sweet girl, don’t stub your toe on big rocks. Share your uniqueness. Love, Dad.

musicalmelody:

My band director was just tagged in this on facebook. It’s an old letter to his daughter and it reads: 

Hi, Laurel,

How’s camp? I’ve been thinking of you and how you remind me of a bassoon. So I copied a couple fingerings for a bassoonist to play a couple of cool notes. If you’re asking yourself, or someone near to you, why you should be compared (favorably, I must say) to a bassoon, and are being met with blank puzzlement, let me enlighten you.

As you might imagine, the bassoon is a rare and unique instrument. Many people live their whole entire lives without ever experiencing the majesty, and mystery of its voice. It’s sometimes a misunderstood instrument. It is in one instant dark, foreboding, then sweet and melodious. It can be funny and sad, threatening and consoling. Its variety is broad and its capacity of expression is deep. It does not seek popularity but enjoys the company of others. It plays well with large groups, or small, or can carry a tune all alone. The bassoon believes in itself and values its own uniqueness. Those of us who have discovered its beauty and sweet song feel glad that we’ve been able to have that as part of our life experience.

So, sweet girl, don’t stub your toe on big rocks. Share your uniqueness. 
Love, Dad.