As proof that I am the coolest teenager to ever walk this earth:

I built a fort out of blankets and climbing cord on Saturday. It was really quite brilliant. I got to sleep in it last night, and for the remaining nights until my mother throws a fit and tells me to take it down. Last night I fell asleep to the smell of laundry soap, which was wonderful. I used to nap in the laundry basket(full of clean clothing, of course) when I was small enough to fit. I miss that. So yes, I bet you that I'm the only 16 year old with a bed sheet tent. It's fun, you should try it.

Friday I will be at the Bed-In for Toys at Market Mall. If you would like to donate to the United way in the form of a new unwrapped toy feel free to drop it off! Volunteerism is fun!

"... Photographers, whose compulsive need for perfection alone would render them suitable only as drill sergeants in another life." I wonder if I have that compulsive perfection thing. I always thought I was too cheap to pay for crap photos but maybe it's true.

I wrote the poem I posted earlier while sitting in my tent the other night. It started as a memory and the desire to put it to words, make it something others can see too. I tried so many times to express it other ways, photography [the lighting was never right] Painting, [the lines were always too obscure] nothing worked. Last night I tried with words. It began as an essay and morphed into the three page run on sentence that it is today. I would add the last line and then realize that I missed something and I would add a stanza or two and then the last line again but it wasn't complete. Even while typing up my final copy I was still making changes, cropping out bits, adding a line, changing a word, reversing the order or a comment. It was easy though and in the end I think I did it. I think I really made my memory into something that other people can have. I've made a picture with words.