real christmas trees are a million times better than fake ones.

Since it's been a week since I last posted, I decided...I'll post again. But, I have nothing to post about. A picture is always an easy way out, but I don't feel like doing that this time.

This week I did something I don't do often...I was rebellious! Well no not really...a little. Anyways, yeah that was a fun day. And Wednesday, and Tuesday, and every other day.

Every day of this week was good, or great. Or grood.

Today I made my Christmas list. Honestly, I put too much effort into actually making the list look nice. Yeah, I'm a scrapbooking loser, deal with it, westerhof. My problem is deciding what goes on it. For some reason this year I'm content. Which is cool. I like being content with life, or really happy with life. Either or.

Please don't mind this sad excuse for a post. All in all...I'm a ray of sunshine, just not in the mood to write. So you know what? Here's a picture. It's pretty, and it's called a morning glory. I think it's a good description of my mood right about now.

---good day sunshine---

One of the best things to feel is pure contentment. I slept in until ten o'clock today, and I didn't feel guilty about it at all. I haven't slept in that late for months...maybe not since last Christmas break. A long time ago, anyways. Then, downstairs, my sister's decorating the house, Christmas music is playing, and there's snow outside. The one thing that kind of stinks though is that I'm not at Nicole's house...baking cookies and "doing my french". Rest assured though, we're getting together again over Christmas break, girls!

I'm sick of doing French already today. And try and read French out loud. And listen to French music. If I hear another French word come out of someone's mouth by the end of today, I'll freak!

On an unrelated note, I loved yesterday...everything. Even ddr was fun. Not that I wasn't expecting it to be, I just kind of knew I would stink at it. Anyways, it was really fun. I've got an awesome video of Eska doing ddr...if I knew how to put it on my blog, it would be up here. And walking to Tim's is always a good time, guys. Even if someone has a car next year, I'd still almost prefer to walk. J-walking is always exciting! Also, a word of advice to all you out there...it isn't smart to be buying frostys at this time of year. (Lenore...) The only thing to do is get a coffee just before you leave so that you don't freeze to death before you get back to the school.

The concert was even fun, especially jazz band. We basically ruled the concert guys. I've never had so much fun playing baritone sax before. I'm definitely in jazz band next year...everyone should join! Oh, but the one part of the concert...when someone stole my chair (*ahem!* LENORE) and I'm stuck up there holding my instrument while everyone else is sitting down. It was mortifying for a good ten seconds. Other than that incident, the concert was good.

All in all, I enjoyed this week a lot. Really good times.

cloud nine

Have you ever stopped to watch the clouds move across the sky? Well, I did today. And it was really cool to watch. They move so slow that you can't move at all in order to actually see them move. It's almost like time stops. It would be cool to stop time during some of the best moments of my life and just revel in the moment for a while. And then when I'm finished...


...time starts again. I know that so many times in my life I've told myself, "Stop...and just enjoy the moment, because you'll look back later on and wish you could relive it." But it never seems to work.

Here's an example. Every year my family goes camping, and it's one of my favourite times of the year, because it's just me and my family, and a whole week to do absolutely nothing but spend time with them. Every so often during that week I tell myself to just stop and enjoy it...breathe it all in, so that I can experience the same thing again once I'm back home. No matter how many times I try, I never get the same effect I was hoping for. It all just ends up as memories, which of course isn't a bad thing.

"God gave us memories that we might have roses in December." ~J.M. Barrie