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The coconut that has been sitting on our counter for... oh... four days? Was finally drilled through and has three little straws sticking out of it like you would see in a juice commercial. I honestly just want to take it to my room and look at it because it looks so beautiful. Plus, Zach has stopped his crazy ranting about the coconut:
"When can we open the coconut?"
"Syd? What does coconut taste like? Is it good? Gee, I wish we could open it!"
"Mom! Mom! We should open the coconut right now! It would taste great with lemon bars!"

That's pretty much the way it went. Anyway. I feel really bad and awful and weird that I have not posted in... hmm... four days? It's crazy. Not that it's like life altering for you, faithful readers, in fact, for the few that read our blog often you were probably grateful for the break, and being able to read Emma's level-headed posts that actually makes sense, but still make you laugh!

• Homecoming, much to my amazement was much more fun than I thought it would be. However, after the third hour it got pointless. It was pointless to begin with, but then it got even more pointless. It's like Pastor Aaron said: "When you get close to God and have him mold your heart, those things stop appealing to you. You can dance and shout and scream to praise and worship music, because that has a purpose. Other music it's different." Which was SO true! I finally got to the point where I was like: Hmm... song I don't know! Why don't we jump (I am not kidding you, Homecoming night should be known as "The Night America Jumps." Not even kidding.
• But I did have fun with my friends, and thank you to Grace for the beautiful dress!!! (That's us in the picture by the way!)
  
• Though Emma knew every single song! That's some talent (now if only we could memorize our flash cards.....) just kidding.
• Today in History I don't know what was wrong with me, but I totally lost my mind. I think it's that whole post-sickness thing. (Speaking of which, major bed-riding-headache Sunday!) So, I was talking nonsense to Taylor, and I was freaking that I, the famous pencli hoarder, had lost my pencil, and it was ON MY DESK. Then I was gesturing to Kristen across the room (our history class sits in a giant circle) and a bunch of people thought I was talking to my imaginary friend.
• You got to love history class.
• I would love to share my Friday night with you. we had prayer, and it was absolutly phenominal! I won't be dwelving into it though, because everything I felt would spill out onto pages and pages and pages. It's in my journal though, so once I'm long gone, I promise you can read it and be encouraged too.
• Leah is me new pencil-pen-pal. Long story. Maybe some other day.
• Or you could read it in my journal. Once I'm gone. Only then.
• Enough said.