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You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
Cause they’d fill the open air
And leave tear drops everywhere
You’d think me rude but I would just stand and
Stare

I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns, slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
Cause everything is never as it seems

Cause I’d get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach my how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock-hop beneath my bed
The disco ball is just hanging by a thread
(Thread, thread…)

I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns, slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
Cause everything is never as it seems
(When I fall asleep)

Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
(Please take me away from here)
When I’m far too tired to fall asleep
(Ha-ha)

To ten million fireflies
I’m weird cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
(Said farewell)
But I’ll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
(Jar, jar, jar…)

I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns, slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
Cause everything is never as it seems
(When I fall asleep)

I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns, slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

This song is just so wonderful. Last night I saw the first fireflies of the season. I was out for a walk on a much needed study break, and I saw them. And it made me so, indescribably happy.

When I was little, I used to travel with my mom and sisters to come visit grandma and grandpa over the summers. We don’t get fireflies in Washington (like tornadoes, but that’s a different story) so it was always a lot of fun to run around with a mason jar and catch them, and then watch the “stars” we’d captured.

I’m staying in Monmouth for the summer, and I’m looking forward to many more nights full of fireflies.

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My grandma used to write songs for everyone on their birthday. My name, being Melissa Jane, matched up well with the song “Eliza Jane.”

Here’s my song:

We’ve got a girl, we love her so..
Melissa…Melissa…
We’ve got a girl, we love her so..
Little Melissa Jane..

Oh Melissa…Little Melissa Jane..
Oh Melissa…Little Melissa Jane..
With rosebud cheeks and eyes so blue…
Turned up nose and dimples too..
Oh Melissa…Little Melissa Jane..

I think this is one of the perfect examples of how loving my grandma was. She wrote songs for everyone. Personally, I think mine’s the best…But that’s just me.

I miss my grandma. Spokane isn’t the same without her.

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Sharing is Caring!

In my mind, there’s two kinds of sharing. Good sharing. And bad sharing.

Good sharing consists of sharing good things! Like time, toys, cookies, jokes, and other good stuff.

Bad sharing consists of sharing bad things. Like germs, bad information, mean words, and other bad stuff.

Growing up with a twin, I’ve had to share EVERYTHING. Rooms, toys, clothes, friends, birthdays…everything. So I thought that I was pretty good at sharing. But then I got to college and realized that I wasn’t so good at sharing as I thought! Freshman year, I struggled to share such a small space with a roommate, and sharing a bathroom with a whole floor of girls?! No way! Then I became an RA and got my own room. No more roommates, and a smaller floor of people to share a bathroom with. Still hard though. I just don’t like sharing my space and my stuff.

Since the passing of my grandmother, I’ve been thinking a lot about sharing and giving. She was so generous (almost to a fault) and was so willing to share! Whether it was a good joke (or a dirty joke, knowing my grandma), time, a hug, or a favorite recipe, she was always so willing to share! I hope that as I age, I can be more like my grandmother. 🙂

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“Reason and justice tell me there’s more love for humanity in electricity and steam than in chastity and vegetarianism.” – Anton Chekhov

How did people manage before the day that electricity was harnessed into a usable energy? Thanks to an ice storm yesterday, the power in Monmouth was down for the majority of the day. I woke up, used the bathroom with the light from my cell phone, and went back to my room–only to realize that I had nothing to do. I couldn’t shower (electric water heater), I couldn’t get on Facebook (because my computer requires electricity), and I couldn’t watch TV (again, electricity). I tried to read for class, only to realize that it was too dark and my cell phone wouldn’t give enough light to read.

After sleeping for another few hours, I decide to go over to my grandparents’ house. A Sprite, PB&J, and a few m&ms later, I sit down to do a puzzle with my grandma. As I’m figuring out how the pieces fit together, I begin thinking about how reliant our society is on electricity for everything. I mean, I couldn’t even entertain myself for a few hours without it. And then I realized that I was having way more fun doing a puzzle with my grandma than I would ever have in my room on Facebook, watching TV, or listening to music.

Why is our society so dependent on technology?

Also, not that chastity and vegetarianism aren’t important, I love mankind for technological advances like steam and electricity.

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