Halloween decorations, anyone?

Oh, how I love my nerdy family. My brother made this and brought to a contest at school. He didn't win anything, but still deserves honorable mention.

I have costume, from the 'Bed and Bath' section of Value Village, but I have to make a few adjustments. I walked past it and it was just too good an opportunity to miss.

Love, -J-

This post is unrelated Tuesday.

Today, I colored three coloring sheets with crayons.

I drank coffee for the first time in a week.

People kept touching my hair for some reason.

Guitar lessons started back up and realized that my guitar strings are rusty.

I witnessed a formerly homeschooled kid, Kaelen, try to open a combination lock for the first time. She then had to be taught by Moriah, who had to learn the same skill last year.   

I need to make my costume for Halloween. I can't decide between a bedsheet ghost or a swallow carrying a coconut (a Monty Python and the Holy Grail reference). Decisions, decisions.

My life is so entertaining, especially on Tuesdays.*sarcasm*
Love,
-J-

A breath of crazy fresh air.

 Today there wasn't school.

So what is there to do but sleep until 11am, then head off to the library with a bunch of fellow IB kids and research an essay on Louis XIV?

In all honesty, in the two and a half hours we were at the library, we didn't get much done in the way of research. Foolish webcam pictures were taken, revenge was sought through hijacking each others facebook accounts, and hysterical laughter occurred.

It was a good time, being a little crazy, and a lot of comic relief from the seriousness and stress of life.

It's funny how in my life, "getting a little crazy" occurs in a library. And I'm happy with it that way.

Then there was Chinese food, chocolate on sale at Lawton's and taking a bus to youth group.

Today was just a good day. I needed today.
Love,
-J-

"Le Vie Boheme"- Rent Soundtrack

My gosh, I love Rent. *warning: slightly rowdy song*

"He keeps coming back, like peanut butter herpes."

Irving Nature Park on Saturday.

Nifty tree roots and moss.

A rusty car off one of the trails at the park. It was adorable, in a sort of forgotten and forlorn way.

Yesterday, I met this cute little kid at church. He looked around four years old and he was wearing a striped cardigan, rolled up jeans and little velcro Toms. I asked him what his name was and he replied,"I'm Oasis."

No word of a lie, guys.

The abundance of hipster couples at the Vineyard are spreading concentrated doses of 'hipster' on to their children. It gets comical. I <3 Christian hipsters and their children.
Love,
-J-
(completely unrelated title courtesy of Moriah and I's conversation on Saturday.)