I want to take a debate class. I love to debate--I think I'm pretty good at it, too. And I want to take Frennnnnch. Very badly.

Well, I'm extremely excited about the new Psalty play. It's going to be very fun. I have a good feeling about it. Goodness me, I have so many choreography ideas!

How do you feel about Jars of Clay? Or Rich Mullins? Michael Card? Burlap to Cashmere? You know, when Christian music was something worth listening to. Those were better days.

There's not a whole lot to write about right now...I'm on spring break very early because of mother's tests and such.

These are all the movies which I am eagerly anticipating!
Mamma Mia!
The Dark Knight
The Other Boleyn Girl
Penelope
The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian
Leatherheads
Vantage Point
Get Smart

Nathan is gone. Which means I am now the person in the house with the record for hardly ever getting sick. I don't remember the last time I was sick. Ah me, it has been quite some time. And now, alas, Bethany thinks that being the only person consistently well for the past 2 weeks, I should make her cookies. Imagine that, having to apologize and make up for your more than competent immune system. And the world spins madly on.

I AM rocking the suburbs. Just like Jon Bon Jovi did.

On a sad note, carpel tunnel can rear its ugly head when it is most unwanted. Blahhhh.

Did you know that I am incredibly happy that the Writers' Strike is over?

I have no closing note of any poetic or romantic substance.

"It's cool it's cool to love your family
I know because I love them more and more"

Labels: I'd find a match, If you need a light