Goldilocks was one messed up chica. She broke into a house full of bears. And she ate their food. And broke their stuff. And then, instead of doing the only practical thing (ESCAPING) she fell asleep. Konked out.
There was one thing that she had going for her... porridge. I take that to be the olden day oatmeal. This morning I rediscovered the stuff. And it is wonderful. Sprinkle brown sugar on the top and now it's wonderful and gorgeous.
Goldilocks had some serious issues. She was WAY picky. But, props to the girl for knowing what she wanted. I don't know what I want. About a lot of things.
But, despite that, I think that my life is just right.
I am surrounded by beautiful people.
I am trying to apply for BYU scholarship without knowing if I got in for sure, but HEY. I have a computer to apply with. I have the motivation to apply. I have the imagination to create the words that will make up my application.
I get to play the piano for festival on Saturday. (And hopefully get a 60 pt cup)
I AM GOING TO COLLEGE SOON. I get to grow, learn, experience, move on, progress, meet, eat, practice, understand, thrive, triumph.
My homework is finished. Everything I do from this point is getting ahead. I like ahead.
I have all the books I could ever want at my disposal.
And my hot chocolate has the perfect proportion of hot and chocolate.
This is just right.
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