BubbleTwins

Alright, so I have discovered that it is nearly impossible for me to wake up and be hilarious OR poetic. When I wake up, my eyes are nearly glued shut, my hair looks quite electrifying, and my face is... priceless. Needless to say, I defied all odds today, and was being hilarious AND poetic mere moments after I rolled out of bed at the un-thinkable hour of 6am (I really need to talk to my subconscious about its hours).
ANYWAY.

• Sorry about that little blurb there (YES! I BROUGHT THE WORD BACK!)
• I honestly have to say that NONE of Leah's dreams definitely did not compete with the dream I had last night. Because Leah's dreams don't involve the kids from my French class, ping-pong, my aunt and uncle, Lake Powell, blue Delorians', sharks and Selena Gomez (SELENA GOMEZ?!?!)
  
• I told you, my subconscious needs a pep-talk.
  
• So, for those of you who have ever heard of the one-man-band Owl City, you have probably heard the song Fireflies. I don't know why, but I like the music. It's totally pointless, but it makes me want to dance (and I CANNOT dance).
• While we're on the topic of music, I really love the song Finally Home by MercyMe. I don't cry in songs, heck, I don't cry almost ever. But there are those few moments when something strikes the right cord and I start bawling my eyes out.
• AND I love a lovely piano song called Comptine d'un aure ete l'apres midi (yes, I know it's a long name, and it's most definitely not English).
  
• For the longest time I have been asking Emma to learn it and play it for me because Sydney + Piano = not a good sound.
• And she did. She blindfolded me, and sat me on the couch and started playing. I seriously wanted to cry, and hug her at the same time. It was so, so beautiful. If I ever become more tech-savvy I'll post the video I took of her playing on this lovely blog.
  
• Which, I hope people still read. Because I write this stuff, and it would be great if it was being consumed.
• If it's not being read, then I feel like one of those schizophrenic people in New York who walk down the streets speaking to themselves.
• For those of you who are wondering, the photo for this blog is one my sister took of my cousin Rachael and I at the beach. It is my favorite picture in the world!!!
  
• I love the title of this blog post. I think that should be my life's slogan.
  
• Alas, I have run out of things to say...