‘d, ‘ve, ‘ll
a ticket to Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida.
an inappropriately large smile on my face for someone my age.
a birthday. Someone my age is 15. I am now legally unable to drive for a year.
braces put in. The initial transition (barbed wire >> metal in mouth >> feels normal) took about two weeks. If you are getting braces of your own put in, don’t worry; it doesn’t hurt at all. If you aren’t, well… this is Dante’s ninth.
a working computer.
285 pictures of the flora, fauna, and roller coasters of southern Florida (soFlo?), aka Disney World.
a sweatshirt that I love like a child. Like a good cup of coffee. Like a faded graphic sweatshirt that says “Walt Disney World” on the back.
a song due for songwriting class that I should be writing right now. Write now.
a computer that is one line of type away from complete data combustion. (Writing now from the basement of a chapel across the street from my home. Free internet access, but no SD port.)
probably wear this sweatshirt forever. Or at least until Monday.
fix up that darn tootin’ computer.
need a new journal fairly soon. Too many thoughts in this here head.
be up in the chapel playing the Grand piano if you need me. Follow the attempted soprano-y vocal riffs of Phil Wickham’s “Cannons.”