Monday, April 28, 2008

no humour

"they love you, you know."

Sunday, April 27, 2008

it was a-MA-zing

Have I ever told you how much I like my shoes?







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I probably or (in my common speech) I prolly like them a whole lot more than I should.
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A house. It has an unusual number.

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This is a saxophonist. :)
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A lamp. Under a bridge.
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Julia made a pie. It was lemon-meringue.

Four in a row.
Java Jack's. Note the cinnamon bun.

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Chateau Frontenac. It looks real nice all lit up.


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I'm glad I took this picture. Even though there isn't anything special looking through the hole.






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A chair. We didn't sit on it, just in case.
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Kira was anticipating what I would look like with purple hair.
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God is Love.
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Airplane food. Blegh.
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Fasten seat belt while seated.
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I was seated. My seat belt wasn't fastened. Oh dear!
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Superman saved me. Yay superman!
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A door. It's old.
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SFN! Or Sven.
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It says Julia.
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The door had a man painted on it. He was upside down.
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The staircase was spiral and dark.
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An arachnid! Isn't it beautiful?
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My cat was sitting on a window sill, highly unimpressed.
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Christopher and I went walking along a beach once.

Friday, April 25, 2008

that's me, pale and pallid

"You've got sort of a white, pasty type face, dont'cha?"


Thanks, Dad.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Woo, sign me up for the next war.


For all the Physics buffs out there.
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Post Script: This one's going on my wall. ;)
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Post Post Script: I posted twice in less than two hours...how sad is that?

well, this is news to me

Apparently I no longer have a say in my weekend plans.

It's all up to Christopher and Carol-Lee.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

she's going.

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I was praying, I am praying, I will be praying.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Friday, April 18, 2008

Be my rock of refuge, to which I can always go; give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress.

I was outside today. I wore a green shirt and jean shorts and bare feet.

I went on the swing and I listened to Brave Saint Saturn. For quite some time.

It was swell.



Thanks God, for the sunny day, even though I wanted it to rain.







P.S. Mom made jam!

Thursday, April 17, 2008

aaaaaaand...Go!

One two LUNGE!
Three four LUNGE!
One two LUNGE!
Three four LUNGE!
and repeat.


I did lunges today.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

HUZZAH!

Huzzah!

One day, I shall inform you of the meaning of this amazing, mind-blowing, absurd, inconceivable, astonishing, and several other intense adjectives word.


I just love it, the way it tastes.



Post Script : Huzzah for the Alcatraz of Ponchos (it is now an official title).

Monday, April 14, 2008

the Alcatraz of ponchos.

those are the worst kind.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Is it wicked when you smile even though you feel like crying, even though you could be sick at any time?

Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?
Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours talking endlessly to anyone that's there?

I know the truth awaits me but still I hesitate because of fear.

Skipping tickets making rhymes, is that all that you believe in?
Wearing rags to make you pretty by design, rusting armour for effect, it's not fun to watch the rust grow for it will all be over when you're dead.

Counting acts and clutching thoughts by the river where the moss grows over rocks the water running all the time.
Is it wicked when you smile even though you feel like crying, even though you could be sick at any time?

But if there was a sequel, would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead?

If there was a sequel, would you love me like an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead?

And if there was a sequel would you love me as an equal?
Would you love me till I'm dead?


Or is there someone else instead?
Written by Belle and Sebastian

Friday, April 11, 2008

(I just posted on here but I am ridiculously excited)


SOUP FOR SUPPER!


One more thing, my alarm clock isn't broken...
[I dropped it and the battery fell out..........
and I reinstalled the battery backwards.]
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Romans 16:20
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Thursday, April 10, 2008

My alarm clock broke. It could quite possibly have been my fault.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Huzzah







It's done!












I'm happy.














Yay!

















Me. And the bag. And the button!
















Get a load of that button!

















I'm excited.














After a stern scolding, I have decided to add this.
I would like to thank Christopher Muis. He was my camera man. And commander. He was all hardcore about the camera angles and back light and such. Ergo, if the pictures are horrible, it's Christopher's fault. But, also, if the pictures are wonderful it's Christopher's fault. In my limited experience, the pictures are wonderful, and I'm fully prepared to take on anyone who thinks otherwise.


Better, Christopher?
arglesmarf


and a bottle of rum to boot

Saturday, April 05, 2008

blueberry pie and ice cream

Sometimes, when I am bummed out, I drink milk so as to feel it run down my throat. Sometimes, it makes me feel satisfied.


It didn't work this time.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

ROAR

just thought I'd put that out there

"What's going on in your head is important because that is where decisions are made."

"It is only logical that you would want to read the Bible because in the Bible you hear the voice of the One who loves you."

"Does the Holy Spirit work only when you want it to? Remember that the Devil is working as well, so even if you particularly wish the Spirit to work, it doesn't mean that it is successful because the Devil could be allowed to overpower the Spirit at that time."

"We all participate in the church, we all have our own role."

"You have a chance to participate in learning from God's Word, in teaching about God's Word, and in hearing God speak through His Word."

"You can always participate, no matter what your age. You just need to have your eyes open, your heart open."

"Jesus Christ takes care of His congregation."

We are not even close to perfect, to how God designed us to be.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

*tingly feeling*

Hello, this is Nadine Muis calling...
*male voice* Hi! How are you?
I'm good, how are you?
GREAT!
That's good. Umm, I'm representing the Grade twelve French class from Guido. (etc.)
Well, I'll have to turn you over to the boss! Just a moment.
Umm, okay.
Hello, who am I speaking to?
Hi, this is Nadine Muis...
*female voice* Hello! How are you?
I'm good, how are you?
I'm GREAT. What can I do for you?
Umm, I'm representing the Grade twelve French class from Guido. (etc.)




I've discovered that there are very jolly, kind people in this world.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

I wish I could roar like a lion.