This week was wonderful, despite a most atrocious beginning. You see, it started horribly. So horribly that I thought the world should end and I should just die then. It started with me getting a speeding ticket.
You read that right. Taylor Ann Lapp, one of the few people in the state who does not consistently go five over the limit every time they drive, got a speeding ticket. Getting this ticket, of course, caused me a full blown panic attack. I freaked out big time, to the point of the police officer asking if I needed an ambulance and did not regain my composure until well into third period. I did regain it though, and from that point on my week was amazing.
What, you may ask, made this week amazing? Well I will give you a list, because lists are wonderful, and I will make this list in chronological order because that is also amazing.

• hanging out with Ben after school.
• playing 'yes no' with the young women.
• scavenger hunt in the mall.
• Hoopla.
• Sleeping in a rather small bed with Heather and Aubri.
• Sitting and watching movies ALL day long.
• Getting hyped up on caffeine.
• Sleeping in.
• Getting the house clean.
• Zupas and ice cream.
• Late night Harry Potter viewing with heather.
• Another sleep over with that darling midget.
• A football game with Ben (Football = :( Ben= :) )
• Sitting with Dad for a while.
• Finally getting Cini on the phone and realising she will be here in three weeks.
  
• Going to bed early.
• Making plans with Sister Emmie to watch Criminal Minds.
• Home teaching with Dad.
• Yummy cookies.
• Amazing Race.

You see? That is a long list of wonderful things that happened on this short week with a long weekend. And now? back to school (and term finals) we go.

so there is a website that I love. I visit it at least once a day, and I bet you would love it too. you should go visit. look, you are done reading this and wondering "what should I do now, facebook? . . ." The answer is not facebook. the answer is to go to your address bar and type: oneword.com because I am to lazy to add a link. go, enjoy. and remember to eat good food when you want it.

that is all.
taylor.

I do enjoy quotes, don't you?

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it. ~Anais Nin

If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it - I might be writing in my dreams. ~Terri Guillemets

An original writer is not one who imitates nobody, but one whom nobody can imitate. ~Chateaubriand

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. ~George Orwell

One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper pattern at the right moment. ~Hart Crane

The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar and familiar things new. ~Samuel Johnson

The best style is the style you don't notice. ~Somerset Maugham

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury

And by the way, everything in life is writable if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~Anton Chekhov

The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter - it's the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning. ~Mark Twain

Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~Gene Fowler

Ink on paper is as beautiful to me as flowers on the mountains; God composes, why shouldn't we? ~Terri Guillemets

A synonym is a word you use when you can't spell the other one. ~Baltasar Gracián

Who knew 'finishing' my book would wipe me out so completely, when it isn't even really finished, it still needs work. But the work must wait because I have no words, or to many words, or not quite enough words. They are there, running through my head every second of the day.

Words about Emery, and Skyler, and Eli, and Tristan, and Lyla, and Maxwell, and Larry the mortuary boy, and Kyzle with a silent z, and Heather, and Mike, and Faith, and Celina, and Addy Sue, and my hair spray, and my computer, and my leadership teacher, and that one white dress I had that one time, and where did it go?, and the mattress that won't stay on the couch like it should, and the purple blanket that is perfect, and the old house, and the worlds best park that has all my memories in it, and Mrs. Ellis (whose first name is Kathleen), and, and, and.

So many words that I keep listening to the same song on repeat because any more than one and my brain would be exploding with lyrics and notes and measures and beats and rhythms and this song is so nice and tells me to stay and sleep and not go out because it is cold out there and warm in here and he loves me so it is okay and we will be alright as long as I stay with him.

The words won't come out of my head though, they are broken up, and disconbobulated, and jumbled, and mashed together into a yarn ball that would break records and I can't find an end to pull on and start weaving a sweater with and the snow is coming soon so I need a sweater and my brain hurts from looking.

that is all.
taylor.