French Mice

  So I feel like summer has gotten me sort of slowed down and depressed. I really need stuff to keep me going and to keep me from thinking too much (sounds nuts, but my mind thinks about a gazillion things at once), and summer makes that a bit impossible. I hate being busy, because I never have any free time, but when summer rolls around, there's nothing available to do during the free time I now have, and I get lazy. Then I start thinking over-analyzing things and I get bogged down with depressing thoughts. Yesterday, I spent a good half hour reading Edgar Allen Poe poems. That is a depressing thing in itself. More depressing is that once I get in a mood, I start neglecting to read my Bible, pray, and just spend time with God. And not seeing any Christian friends during the week because of softball makes it even harder.
  But sometimes, instead of focusing on my problems, I try and channel those sad feelings and focus them on other things. In particular, I get into a very thoughtful and quiet state of mind. It's times like these that I dig out the old romantic films (old, meaning way old. Like Cary Grant old), start re-reading some lovely bits of literature (the language back then way so romantic, no?), and mindlessly wander around our yard, sometimes with my camera, and let myself be drawn in by the loveliness of God's creation.
  So I suppose sometimes my depression (it's not REALLY depression, it's just me being a little too self-focused :p) gets me into a really nice and observant mind. It's nice to be able to really see things for how they are. Example: last night I was reading "Alice's Adventures In Wonderland" (my favorite book, FYI) outside by the moonlight (very romantic, I think), when I looked up at the moon, and I tried to comprehend in my little mind the fact that the Earth is spinning around at thousands upon thousands of miles per hour, and yet the moon never seems to move any closer or farther away from the tree branches it was sitting next to. A few minutes later, I looked up and noticed that the moon had moved (or rather, I had just spun away from it). I still can't comprehend it all, but it's a wonderful thing to try and imagine.
  I also found the most perfect spot ever for a picture. Hopefully I'll get a chance tomorrow to take a picture there - it'll be lovely!

B- Best Friend

  I really don't have much to say on this one, since I'm really not close to anyone. But there is one person that I'm close enough to that I guess I can call her my best friend - Rachel

Rachel and I

  Rachel is the one person (actually, probably one of the only people) I talk to the most. We've talked about lots of different things, shared our frustrations, struggles and triumphs with each other. Right now, she's in New Hampshire working at a camp for the rest of the summer, and I miss her lots. We're not getting our hang time this summer, but you can bet your dog, when she gets back we'll have lots of catching up time going on.

  So, fellow bloggers, I'm tired and in need of un-procrastination, so I'll leave you all. Have a lovely week!

Cheers♥