don't have to try.

yesterday was saturday. i went to the ballet. i love the ballet. but listen. men. shouldn't wear tights. this is only a thought. the music though. i like the music. a whole lot. cept. i tend to fall asleep. every year. but. stuff like that happens i reckon.
when i was younger. my grandmother made us cool ornaments like these. this happens to be one of my favorites. i used to play with it when i was younger. it's fun to pretend.
once in awhile. a ginger takes me to the temple square and we wonder, "if buildings could talk, what would they say." the lights are pretty.
palmer clegg. he's an elder. and will soon be leaving to serve our lord. and for this, i am excited. i like to think the boy has got his head on straight. spanish. he'll speak it. i am excited to meet the spanish speaking palmer. in two years.
i heard this quote today.

"peace it the precious fruit of a righteous life."

it's true.
wuthering heights. a book. a novel. a love story. dark. exhilarating. if you've not read it. please do. and the song, the mother pat song, touching. admittedly, i buckled down to read the book, due to the song. so yet again, i must thank mother pat for opening my eyes.
claymation.
christmas is soon. be excited. i am.
i am off to paint.