Because This Honestly Bugs Me...

KMart just stole PetSmart’s slogan! They said “There’s smart, then there’s KMart Smart” UM! No! Then there’s PetSmart!!! I used to work at PetSmart and I had to listen to that damn slogan ALL day! You do not get to steal it! Not cool, KMart, not cool.

Off To The Nunnery!

Andrea: GAH!!! HATE MEN! I’m joining a convent! In Austria! Then I can sing in the living hills and possibly meet a nice Austrian captain with eight children that need a mother.”

This artwork completed by Jill

Later:

Andrea: I still think I'm going to be a nun. Will you be my Sister, sister?

Jill: Yes, until I decide men are worth my time again
Andrea: Well if this man of mine decides he's not, then we WILL move to a convent!

Jill: Deal.

Andrea: Does HSU have a degree in nunnery?

Jill: We can sure find out!

Andrea: And if not, it's off to Austria. Do you think they'll let two Protestants join?

Jill: We'll lie and say we're Catholic. Catholicism is built off of guilt. We'll just confess once we're nuns to the priest in the confession booth. He can't tell anyone.

This artwork completed by Andrea.

Letter

Lyrics of Melissa Williamson - Letter - From the Lost Days :


A letter to my future self,

Am I still happy? I began,

Have I grown up pretty?

Is daddy still a good man?



Am I still freinds with Colleen?

I'm sure that I'm still laughing,

Aren't I?

Aren't I?



Hey there to my future self,

If you forget how to smile,

I have this to tell you,

Remember it once in a while...



Ten years ago your past self,

Prayed for your happiness,

Please don't,

lose hope...



Ohhh...

Oh what a pair, me and you;

put here,

to feel joy, not be blue.



Sad times,

And bad times, see them through;

Soon we will know,

If it's for real,



What we'll both feel...



Though i can't know for sure,

How things worked out for us,

No matter how hard it gets,

You have to realise,

We weren't put on this earth to suffer, And cry...

We were made to be happy...

So be happy...

For me, for you...



Please...



Ohhh, what a pair, me and you

Put here,

To feel joy, not be blue;

Sad times,

And bad times, see them though;

Soon we will know,

If it's for real,



What we both feel...



We were put here on this earth, put here to feel joy,

We were put here on this earth, put here to feel joy,

We were put here on this earth, put here to feel joy,

We were put here on this earth, put here to feel joy.

More of my brother's logic

My brother is stacking wood onto the fire in our yard, using a method my dad taught him so that it doesn't roll all over the place.

Dad: Now don't stack it fifty feet high, son.

Cheston: It's you're fault if I do.

Jill: His fault? How is it his fault?

Cheston: because he taught me how.

Ah, teenage logic. :)