15.

Well, I know this will sound weird, but the last 365 days have been the longest of my life. Not for any bad reason, just because they have. I enjoyed them though, I did, and I made new friends, and discovered new things.
Praise the Lord for giving me 15 great years of life. :)
Love,
Naomi

♫♪♫♪And today,
you know that's good enough for me,
Breathing in and out's a blessing, can't you see?
Today's the first day of the rest of my life,
And I'm alive and well,
yeah I'm alive and well♪♫♪♫
this song :)

good morning, good afternoon, and good night.

on thursday i left for indiana, to go play some soccer at the National Homeschool soccer tourney.

on friday we won our first game, 5-1, then lost the next one, 2-0.

then on saturday it was so so so so so cold. like icicles. we won both our games, 2-0 and 1-0.

we won second place.

on saturday night i watched the Summit Varsity win the national championship, 2-1,

it was a pretty amazing game.

but i forgot my camera *fail*

and yesterday i had a soccer game for fraser, our last one of outdoor. we tied. :P

and otherwise, u of m lost to illinois.

and the lions lost to the rams.

EPIC FAIL

and the yankees are winning the world series, 3 games to 1.

yeah, Phillies, CATASTROPHIC FAIL.

so, have a wonderful week. :)

my room is in dire need of cleaning.

naomi! (cause anne says i dont have any exclamation points)

tonight.

it started off simple enough.

i had planned to go to bed early. it seems whenever i intend to do so,

i never do.

i washed undone dishes.

i listened.

it was quiet.

i read a blog or two.

old posts, new posts.

i washed my face,

and continued reading.

i listen to my music,

my playlist jumping from

ne-yo

to

owl city

and then,

the music of the night,

and

all american rejects

and maybe some

t.s.o.

and i love it.

and now i shall go to bed.

finally.

naomi

So tell me, Whatcha say?

I talk to myself in a british accent when I edit my pictures, and often when I write.

Even when my music is playing.

*laugh*

yes.

that was an interesting confession, was it not?

i looked at her for a second and realized she was not kidding.

i put my head in my hands and sighed, which then turned into a laugh.

"what's so funny?" she asked me.

"oh, i don't know."

she stared at me strange, then let out a laugh.

I'm sure I sound quite insane to you now.

shoot.

Naomi

until i viewed it in black and white.

so it all started with listening to:

11:11 pm at 11:11 pm.

chyea.

and i felt better.

and then i read old post from a favorite blog.

a good waste of time. right?

i love this blog.

it's prolly the sole reason for my recent fashion conversion, if that's what you would like to call it. l o l.

(i'm suprised my mum didn't faint when i told her i wanted to buy a pair of leggins, and my bff gabrielle didnt when i told her i was planning on buying some skinny jeans. L O L)

it makes me wish i shopped more, and even more that i had a job.

and i felt even better when i took a shower.

i love taking showers, mostly because i love feeling clean.

and some owl city helped too.

and anne with her chocolate and freeze pop comments. "heck, jsut eat the whole bag, and blame it on the cat."

words of wisdom :)

so, i suppose i'm feeling better :)

naomi

i regarded the world as such a sad sight.

i'm not exactly sure what i was planning on writing.

but we camped.

it was fun.

and a little cold.

and i thought it was about time for an emo post.

somedays, i wish i could jsut get out of town.

and live in a little cabin like that.

with my stuff,

and write,

and listen to Owl City.

and photograph.

and i could probably use a computer. you know.

just because.

there's some kind of days when i wish i could just be alone.

because there are some people.

that i can't exactly get around.

they stand, imposing and silent,

waiting to make me feel icky inside.

and i can try, all i like,

to make them leave me alone.

but they stand and stare me in the face

with their horrid eyes.

and they don't understand.

they never do.

ever.

and you know, i start to think,

that once in a while i should jsut leave it be,

but i never do.

ever.

and it burns my insides up,

with their firery words,

and thoughtless shouts.

painful.

i'll never escape.

will i?

naomi.