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Do you ever find a journal entry from a time ago? And you read it and you remember exactly what you were feeling, even if you didn't write it down. And you remember every detail about it. And how wonderful it was. And how you never would've guessed it'd come crashing down. So you sit there dumbfounded, literally grasping at the entry, grasping at the pages as if that would take you back to that memory you wrote so fondly of. But if there's one thing I've learned from my math teacher it's this: you can never go back.

Christmas

The tase of peppermint lingers in my mouth

While I sit by the tree

Writing by the glow of its lights

But not far off is our nativity scene 

Humble and simple and made of clay

With authentic mini authentic palm trees because mom always says they wouldn't have evergreens in Bethlehem 

But the background to this humble display is a grand painting of Christ 

I love this setup

I don't think mom even realized she did this

I think she just set up yet another nativity scene on an empty space 

But all of this is my favorite spot

With the lights of the tree perfectly illuminating the nativity and painting

Every time I lay eyes in this scene I fall in love with Christmas again and again

Mixtape for y'all

Track 1: you and I- Ingrid michaelson. 

Track 2: San Francisco- the mowglis

Track 3: Dead Sea- the lumineers

Track 4: shut up and dance- walk the moon

Track 5: flashed junk mind- milky chance

Track 6: ottoman- vampire weekend

Track 7: honey- magic man

Track 8: tiptoe- imagine dragons

Track 9: I'm going down- vampire weekend 

Track 10: ribs- lorde

Track 11: electric feel- MGMT

Track 12: mason jar- smallpools

Track 13: take me to church- hozier

Track 14: bad blood- Bastille 

Track 15: can you tell- ra ra riot

A semi-indie rock playlist for all the people that read my blog (probably one)!!! Well anywho I'm still quite fond of these song suggestions and I tried especially hard not to put two of the same artist, but yes, some of them are on the charts, so that's why I'm calling it semi-indie.

On a positive note

Flowers bloom. Droughts end. Prayers are answered. Holes are sewn. Summers come. School ends. Injuries heal. Hearts mend. Trees grow. The sun rises. Cousins visit again. Instruments are tuned. Mid-terms finish. Birds fly. People tan. Otter pops freeze. Students learn. Artists paint. People live. People love. 

Nothing gold can stay

School starts. Hearts break. Knees hurt. Leaves fall. Droughts happen. Snow melts. The sun sets. Stars fade away. Alarms go off. Deadlines arrive. Jeans rip. Fires burn out. Sweaters shrink. Flowers die. Linens wrinkle. Lakes freeze. Time flies and paint dries.

Land of Forgotten Birthdays

Far, far away there's streamers and cake and games and people. All having a party, celebrating your birthday. Or more specifically, having the party you never  had. Falling right in between Christmas and New Years, your birthday was naturally forgotten in all the other celebrations going on.
When you and your family weren't away visiting relatives (you've woken up on plenty of birthday mornings in your aunt and uncle's guest room) it would be such a hassle for the party guests to leave their families in the holiday season and attend.
But alas, here in this land with elephants and bunting and streamers and giraffes, the queue of guests goes on for miles. Over in the north end one can find a pink cake with seven candles on it (you spent that birthday driving from Utah to California) and yonder in the southwest end of the fete are bonfires and mini tents for the camping themed 11th birthday party, which until now had only been unfulfilled plans. The eastern corner holds a jazz band, martinellis, and all stars that sparkle for your Gatsby themed sweet sixteen.
The flutters that fill ones stomach as you see the line of animals frolicking thought the tent reminds you of your uncarried out plans for a circus extravaganza.
Here in the land of forgotten birthdays, everything was a party, covered in confetti, and dripping in dreams.

A Brief Description

Well, maybe I'll start with the blog title.

So, as part of an English assignment we had to make a "song of myself" type thing where we compared ourselves to something. Guess what I chose... That's right, an unpublished manuscript.
My world is filled with unfinished tasks and projects and thoughts and ideas that I know will one day come together to become something extraordinary.

So this blog is just short stories or thoughts and artsy stuff like that.

Welcome to an unpublished manuscript.