an adventure of peaches

peaches.

that dark corner of that red-carpeted basement.

the treasures of taste, hidden there.

a tickle of desire

and we were off, another adventure

turning on the light - reaching around the corner to find the light switch

walking underneath the ancient looking tapestry

past the sturdy furniture, scratchy

toes sneaking across the stiff red carpet

avoiding eye contact with the dolls in the glass case against the wall

entering into the cool darkness of the storage room,

where lie the large, stark, foreboding washer and dryer machines - noisy

crouching in the darkness through the maze of shelves, searching

aha. found.

dashing from the gut of that darkness and back into the light

grandma served us the peaches.

Today, Things are Looking Up.

First: my friend came to early morning seminary. he even ate his eggs raw so he would be there on time. he's one of the most amazing people I've ever met.

Second: the history/political science test I was stressed about was a piece of cake. Thank you Mr. Haymond for drilling those theories and ideas into me so I don't even have to study for this class.

Third: I have friends in Paige and Jess. We altos? yah, we rock. Oh and Joe's hugs are wonderful pick-me-ups.

Fourth: Lunch time was just fun, with my friend's younger brother eating with us it was cool to just see those two bouncing off each other. I like seeing siblings who are friends in and outside of school. Also Libby's attempts to warm up Seth's peach...ha. Oh the lovely things of life (:

Fifth: my apple was so big, it could even have been used to show the size of my brain, that's how big it was. not even joking - please believe me. it was maximus (:

Sixth: in Andrews' class I got the assignment done with plenty of time to spare. that's always nice not having homework.

Seventh: Mr. Bills will find a surprise for him when he gets back to his choir room. I'm excited to hear about that one... (:

Eighth: watching fiddler was extremely enjoyable being surrounded by friends who appreciate all the same things that I do. It's surprising to notice what a difference that makes, that instead of friends teasing your likes and etc., they are agreeing with you. It's a good feeling.

Ninth: I'm going on a date tonight.

Life is always better when you look upward instead of downwards. Yesterday I changed my blog's title in case you didn't notice...{yah, blind much if you didn't notice?} It's from a talk from the last conference. I love it. Yesterday I wrote at least six different posts just about how disappointed I was about the day...but didn't post them. Today...there were downs to it, but it's always just better to focus on those things that will lift rather than drag.

Life is still good. Life is truly beautiful, even in it's hurts and sorrows.

{post script}: I now have sixteen followers! (: my goal of having 20 by the end of the school year is seeming more and more possible each time I see those numbers change (: thank you readers for...ha, reading. it means a lot to me that my thoughts, my words mean something to another person, even if it is just a passing thought.

the response

i answered charlie back today for homecoming. it corresponded with his. here are a couple pictures

In the cute little green bag are some bananas, grapes, an orange and a pear.

Thanks to Brittani and Steven for the fruity puns (:

-Kaylla

cantelopes and honeydews.

dark figure against the window in the door. doorbell rings. my thoughts, put jack into my room so he doesn't bark at the poor people. open door, there's no one there. look down. posterboard, upside down. "I know that we CANTELOPE, but HONEYDEW me a favor, please go to Homecoming with me? From, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _". random cantelope and honeydews next to poster explained. walk out onto porch. watch craig's little white car gaper down the street. charlie.

yes, the words were all written in different colors and then the first group of underscores were in light blue and the second ones in red. i'm too slow, one reason why i'm not doing so well in AP Stats, so i couldn't figure out who it was from. Lilly's idea was that the corresponding letters in the color blue were for the top blanks and the red ones for the second one. she was right...because it works out perfectly...Charlie Flint.

my first thought? oh no.

second thought? how do i respond.

third thought? i don't have a dress.

it's funny...now that i think about it, if i had paid more attention i may have noticed something strange. the fact that craig offered me a ride home yesterday, that they took me home first and that charlie was there...it's all just...too consequential to be consequence. tricky fellows finding out where i live. ;P

so now that my mind is having a healthy dose of confusing babble of its own, i'm going to go take the nap that i was about to do before pleasantly disturbed.

...my worst fear? it's not really from charlie and i answer the wrong person. (:

Bad Fruit and Gnats

I love the rain. It brings back lots of memories of waiting for rainbows and silly old men talking about leprechauns. So I was reading some of my past posts and I figured, I'm going to get something straight, with myself and with my post.

First of all let me use an analogy: the gnats and the rotten fruit.

Would you eat a rotten fruit, especially if there were a bunch of gnats flying around, flying into your face, mouth, ears and any other place that is uncomfortable that they find? yeah, neither would I. So here's the deal. So many boys I would relate to the rotten fruit and the gnats you are (hopefully) asking? Girls who follow them around. Really annoying.

The rotten fruit aren't worth it. The good fruit is. Unlike my analogy, there is more rotten fruit that I know of than good fruit - so it's hard, and I really hate rotten fruit. I'll get into Banana Bread a little bit later.

There's always going to be rotten fruit. It just happens. Sometimes they don't look rotten on the outside so you stick your teeth into them and they surprise you. With fruit we go "Eww! Gross!" and spit it out as quickly as possible. That is what girls need to do with those boys who 1) make you feel like dirt 2) make crude jokes about girls when they're not around (or worse when they ARE around) and 3) don't have the same standards as you.

All those things make for a very bad fruit. Spit it out.

(sidenote: it's been a very wet year - lots of rain - I love it)

Wanna know what I hate the most about bad fruit? The gnats follow you after you get too close to it. I hate gnats. I want to squish them. The live sad lives.

Now for the Banana Bread side of this great analogy. Did you know that the best kind of bananas to use for banana sweet bread are partially rotten ones, even black? VERY ripe I guess you could say - spoiled, you name it. They're the best, but they taste GROSS alone, so only after they have things added to them, mixed, mashed, spiced, cooked THEN they are fit to be served. So rotten fruit (rotten boys) CAN end up being good - but only after being cooked, and mashed and spiced and FIXED. And the best part? There are no gnats around banana bread.

:D

Kaylla