okay, this was just posted (today sometime) over at PatD. Isn't Brendon the cutest thing that was ever cute? Omg, you guys. He couldn't be any cuter. I just want to give him candy and teddy bears and sparkly markers.




K, back to studying and homework and such. blah

So, as we were walking out the door for church today, my mom looks at me and says "You look nice. You look like a boy."

OMG. How is this my life? Wow.

I'll post pictures later so you can judge for yourself if I looked like a boy today. I actually tried doing the whole mirror-photo thing and failed. So mom took the picture for me (laughing at me of course). Then I practiced taking pictures of myself in the mirror because everyone else makes it look so easy. Conclusion? I still fail.

Anyway, I wrote PATD fiction today. OMG. And I don't even know what's happening in my brain. It's like I wake up and my brain says, "we're not making sense today so you might as well get used to it." Then I come up with this.

Tiny Dancer (Or, Like, Something) (G)