I'm a G...

And not as in gangster. I have a new last name this week, the last name of the Caylie. I do believe I've spent three nights here... Four? No, three. Eli was here last night and that was fun. She's such a cutie. It's verging on not fair.
Caylie is intensely studying for a chemistry test, and I should be finishing up reading an essay by Henry David Thoreau but... I'm blogging instead.
I've been kinda a fail at blogging lately. I was blogging almost every day, but that's just not really happening is it? I always have these little thoughts throughout the day that I think that I should share, but then I never get on here and share them. I need to carry a journal around with me and write down my little thoughts, then I would actually remember them and share them.
Do you know what brain crack is? I seem to have a lot. It's little things that you think about a lot: ideas, inventions, theories, etc. You store them up in your head waiting for the right time to say them, but if the right time never comes, then no one ever knows! And the more brain crack you have in your head, the more you get addicted and the more you store up there! It's like a cruel cycle! Anyway, this being said, I intend to release as much brain crack onto this blog as possible. I may even get fancy and do a brain crack burst each post. Nah, that sounds too official. I'll just weave it in. But if I weave it in, I need to have the perfect thing to weave it into... DARN IT! I can't even loose my brain crack over the internet without it being weird! Eh. I'll make it work somehow. I'm ready to take the first step. (Brain crack release #1: I stole this concept from a youtuber named Hank Green, who stole it from another youtuber. I am not being original, or clever, but am merely stating something.)
I'm listening to Joshua James. His music recently rocked my world. If you look him up, you're doing yourself a favor. He doesn't have many feel good songs, but his songs are all so poetic that they are AMAZING. I'm not a huge fan of feel good songs anyway. They have their time and place to be sure. But sometimes you just need more substance, you know?
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." This is the beginning to A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. I feel like that pretty much sums up stuff right now. There really isn't a whole lot going for me, or really against me. There are things that I really wish I could change, but for some reason I'm happier than I've been in a long time. Obviously I'm not involved in a horrible war like in the book, so I'm not going to say my life is as hard as theirs. But deep down, in the midst of new feelings and emotions that I'm dealing with, I'm genuinely happy. And something that I've noticed? The more I say I'm happy, the more that the happiness takes over. I'm not sure how long it's gonna last, but right now, it's here. And that's what matters.
I had Holly Ball the other night. It was the last cotillion of the year, so now I am freeeee! No more dealing with seventh graders who thing that they know everything, no more high heels for hours, ahhhh. This is exciting. I wore a green velvet dress, courtesy of my aunt. Cori, Juju (my other aunt), and I went shopping for fun hair stuff. I ended up with crazy red hair with a green feathery-poof thing on the side of my head. I also had my makeup done super cute. I felt all ready to go and such, but when I got there the normal entrances were locked due to a parade. (Gosh Tim & Caylie... Why did you have to go and support that?!?!) It was freezing outside and we had to try EVER DOOR IN THE BUILDING. Finally we found one that opened, and that was a very nice thing. There really wasn't anything for me to do once we got there, so I just danced and talked all night. Oh yeah, it required standing in heels for SEVEN hours. I'm a barefoot girl! I don't do heels! My feet hurt so bad by the end. But on the bright side, the red stuff still hasn't completely come out, and I'm just hoping it lasts for a week. Cause that's how long I have to wait before I can dye my hair again.
Caylie is getting her wisdom teeth out in a couple weeks. She's gonna get all puffy. I just have to wonder if she'll be as puffed as I was... I bet she is. I apparently got SUPER puffy though, compared to normal people. If you ever wondered about the whole "Gracie Puff" thing, that is why. Scott started calling me Mrs. Puff all the time, and so yes. But I'll be praying for my girl! I hope that your face doesn't swell to extreme levels!
I should probably get to work. I have a lot to do today, and not much time to do it all. Actually I have all the time in the world for some of it, but it still just needs to get done. Okay. I'm getting hungry. I'll take this as a sign that I'm supposed to get off and eat something.
Adios blog people! Peace off!