Happy Birthday Grandpa.

Just shy of 80, you passed away.
Old on the outside, young and develish at heart.
I'll always remember early morning doughnut runs and late night safeway trips.
A pack of camels and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
The Dick's sausage van, haha.
And tinted sunglasses.
You always gave me a chuckle.
There is so much more. But why continue and become sad?
You'd never want that grandpa.
Watch out for grandma, she wont be far behind you.
Fifty eight years with someone kind of makes a perminent impact on your life.

I love you grandpa, end of story.

Fun. Fun. Fun.

Friday, friday.. Gotta get down on friday!
No.. Not if you get blown off. You know, im not looking forward to the first time i get stood up by a guy. I will... Cry, cry, and cry.
This.. Nah, not pointing any fingers. Im assuming completely logical reasoning. No worries. But still. Such a let down. Truly. And then the next day to read facebook posts of what a fun time they've been having with their other friend.. Ha.

Luckily.. I did get down on friday :) i went cosmic bowling with friends.. And had a relaxing sleepover. Darnit, too bad i didnt advertise it on facebook!!

And tomorrow when i get more time, i shall sit down.. And write a piece of what i experianced this easter.. Insanity.
Lets not be bitter,
Madison

day by day.

some people like to live on the edge, especially teenagers.. they like that wild feeling of rebellion and disobedience. this is something i will never understand. in 8th grade my history teacher, (i love history), told me there will always be three type of people in the world. 1) the people who have to be told over and over not to touch the hot stove... yet burn their hand on it 2) the people who sit back, watch, and learn from the mistake. And 3) the people who know its wrong and were warned not to touch the stove, yet touch it anyway.
ive always been number two. i learn from example and laugh, well sometimes feel bad, for those who insist on touching the darn stove! while others are out at wild parties, im at home with a friend or two drinking coffee and talking.. doing dumb things like coating eachother is whipped topping, taking silly pictures, dancing around.. making good kind of madison fun. lots of people dont understand madison fun. but those that do just make it ten times more worth it.
a person that comes to mind when it comes to madison fun is a one, miss shelby lesueur. (im not copying you shelby dont worry im not like those annoying girls, i just want to write about you.) okay where was i? a one, miss shelby lesueur. she knows great madison fun. i've probably never met someone i can relate to so well. whether its the hour a day i laugh my butt off at our lameness, or the few hours we hung out at a BEAST movie... eating weird things.. i always find the hilarious, sweet, sarcastic, and beautiful things about you! you have amazing opinions on the world and everyone should have the chance to listen to them, like i do. i plan leaving a mark on this world with you. YOU ROCK. we shall do great things..do work son. (if you dont leave me.......)

cirlce with and arrow in it pointing up,
madison

Four. Twenty.

'Cause she's so high...
High above me, she's so lovely
She's so high...
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
She's so high...
High above me
I love musica :) this song is a great one, and its about being high on love! High in society. NOT about being stoned out of your own mind.. sigh. Kids these days, tomorrow is 4/20/11, international weed day... wooo...hooo.
While all ya'll have your illegal fun, ill be high of some good 'ol fresh air, and love <3 mhm, thats right.

dun. dun. dah dah. here comes the bride.

Ever since my imanginative mind could comprhend how to use a pencil, ive been skrtching wedding dresses. Along with going to prom, it is one of those events i lay in bed and dream of for days on end. Its not the starving yourself untill your skinny enough, dying of the hair, painting of the face and nails.. No.
Its the feeling important. Its a celebration of love :) lame smiley face moment. It is the music they play to express the love, the vows of love, the dancing with love. Ahhh, days on end of thought.. Trust me.

It is far past my bed time.. Yes, 9:30.. Way too late.
Lets spread love,
Madison

lwt.

soldiersangels.org/letter-writing-team.html
Soilders are human too. They may seem like they appear in the movies, powerful.. Unstoppable.. But thats not exactly the case. As brawny and/or out of place a soilder appears, they're all human. Humans have emotions. Thats what seperates us from the damn monkies. We experiance sadness, joy, anger, jealousy, happiness and so many more feelings that can be precieved. This could go on and on. But lets save that for the letters. Lwt, is the letter writing team. The purpose is to write letters to our soilders. Once signed up for this team, making a difference is inevitable. And bringing happiness to a place where there is a lot of sadness is a blessing. Whether the connection to the military is close or distant,
Make a difference,
Madison

here we go.

after years of writing in only journals, my friends convinsed me to make a blog. darn peer pressure.