Snake.

I think people are phases. Almost every friend I have ever had has been temporary. Just a passing season. It sure is a blast while it lasts, then it goes away for some reason or another. Most of the time I am okay with this. It's not like I actually hang out with people anyway. But then I think it is probably my fault that people are phases in my life. I think I need to figure out what is wrong with me, or what I am doing wrong. There are some people I simply don't want to go away or for me to go away from. I am horrible at being a friend. I'll make you crafts till you hate me for it, but I probably won't call you up to get lunch ever. Maybe I just friend the kind of people who like getting lunch. Or who cannot stand crafts like I cannot stand lab reports.

If you need spiritual healing of any sort, go see Jonsi live. I have never seen anything like that show, nor will I again. There was something so powerful and tangible brought out by that man that just messed up your heart for permanent. I really can't even describe it. No one I've talked to seems to understand what it did to me except for my brother, as usual. Sometimes I think we talk in our own code and don't even realize that it isn't words anyone else can speak.

Today I wrote a story. It has been years since I've written a story. It was told from the point of view of some bug wings.

Another life-changing experience from last week:

This is pretty boring. Also as usual. See ya.

Taco.

Belly dancing makes me die a little.

Not a good die.

Science is as good as crafts.

Look how long and full my ponytail is.

Doubleday.

LOOK AT THIS MAN'S HAIR. I am very good at seeing beauty in even tiny things. But this is no tiny thing. This hair could change the hearts of men to give up their selfish ways and plant apple trees and mango trees for the hungry and give homes to the orphans and stop wearing Uggs and Crocs.

And when I saw this man, he had a beard. Friends. This beard was unlike anything I have seen in a long time. It was like the essence of man was resting on his face as a slumbering bear. My life was invalid.

Wisdom from Justice.

Justice ranted to me about politics (which led to other fine subjects) the other day from her London home.

Why yes, this happened for real.

I compiled a paragraph of what she said with my laughing and agreeing and cheering edited out:

Justice: They are the most vinegary chips I've ever eaten in my entire life. Vinegar reminds me of Jesus.

Jasa: HAHA WHY.

Justice: I don't know. It has to do with easter eggs.

Okay for real:

"I hate it when people try to sound intelligent...Because we are all actually very stupid so there is no point in trying...We are all just repeating what somebody else said, and it didn't make sense when they said it, but people think if they keep repeating it it makes it make sense. But it doesn't. It's just as dumb as it was when the first person said it...And people are stupid to think they have to think about things. All politics is is over thinking...They just sit around and put a bunch of big words together like ideology and communal values and then they think they have said something interesting. But they haven't. Cause we are stupid. (Justice, you are making me laugh so hard.) Good, cause there is nothing else to do in life worth while except for laugh. Cause nothing makes sense! Actually, it all makes sense, but dumb butts have to sit around and think about things that already make sense, and make them not make sense anymore...Becuase if everyone just did what was right instead of think about it, then it would make senes. But if you have to think about it, then it doesn't make sense so you have to make something up that doesn't make sense to make it make sense, even though it already made sense before you thought about it!...Who cares what some dead head said a hundred years ago, because he was just as stupid as we are today, so there is no point in carrying about what he thought then, cause that was then and he is dead now, so it didn't make him immortal, so he had nothing important to say...The only wise people are the one's who know they're stupid."

There's nothing more to say after that. G'night.

Because Somebody is too good for words.

I had given up hope, but I am a ballerina again! God bless the Lord!

This was from my first park ranger party. I will miss that park ranger. She made one of my life dreams come true. Here's an uncropped picture of my life dream come true:

I am loved to a ridiculous degree.

Plaid, prisms, pansies, Pinocchio, portraits and plants.

I was waiting in line to rent my schoolbooks. The line winds like a three-hundred yard long snake throughout the first and second floors of the campus bookstore. Right near the end, you have to pass through the merchandise section full of ASU cups and mugs and glasses. I found this gem. Only $5.99!!!

I loved the world a lot that day.

Also, I have begun learning about something cooler than plants: mushrooms. I cannot even tell you how much of a dream class Mycology is. Too bad I'm not in it. Dream Class taught by the Dream Friend. My gosh, it's heaven.

I am to be an aunt.

It is a girl. She is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Look at that nose! And that red hair. She is going to be my best friend. I am going to make us matching dresses.

Tuesday I am going to meet the founder of my Southeast Kansas fan club. I can't wait. I am not sure why I have a fan club, but my hair doesn't. I am famous in these parts for my hair, but it's not getting credit.

My arms hurt very bad because I have been playing with a forty-four inch beach ball very harshly for the past two days. Brutal.

Lately Johnny Flynn has stolen my heart again. Stolen it and eaten it raw. Like raw tuna but I am not a fish.

I just have to share this because this was a life-changing moment for me:

(See 0:20.) Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think this would happen.

Hey look. There's Superchic[k] in the background.