Satisfaction and Facination

Satisfaction: Okay. I need to brag a little bit. Can I just say I am super proud of myself? I made three baskets in my church ball game this morining! (hehe church ball...) That is good. I usually stink at shooting and stick to defending, but today I think I did better at offense than defense. Odd. While defending, I fouled and took the girl out of the game... oops... I almost fouled out of the game too... oops. But hey, I must say, I think my points make up for it! I think this is the most agressive I have been in ages. It's satisfaction.

Facination: As I was playing the piano this morning, I looked out the window. Do you know what I saw? Birds. Yes, I saw birds. You may be saying, so what? They've always been there, what's new? Well, I know. They have always been there. It's nothing new. But have you ever watched the little beauties? Maybe you have. I found it rather facinating. I watched their every move and discovered different personalities of each bird. Fiesty, shy, defensive, etc. It's facination.

Be satisfied. Facinate yourself.

-Madison Beardall

Grow Down

Grow up

AGH the words make me want to throw up!

Where are you Never, Never, Neverland?

Youth has suddenly escaped from my grasp.

Yesterday, I would be doing puzzles.

Today, I sit here puzzled about physics.

Yesterday, I would write notes to my parents with horrific punctuation and grammar. I would write, asking for a dog, turtle, frog, or a gold fish.

Today, I write essays and have to do make sure my grammar and punctuation is perfect. I write about historical events and my opinion on an given argument.

Where are you Never, Never, Neverland?

I don't want to grow up.