My Song Will Be Public Domain

Okay, last post of te night. I promise.

Casey's up in Thousand Trails, where she's been all summer long. Well, we just so happen to be in Southern California, where the fires have been burning. Today, it was pretty insane; my living room was bathed in goldish-orange light, and outside, it was even more goldish-orange. It was snowing ash and everything.

She texted not long ago and said that she can actually see distinct flames. It's snowing ash still and everyone's waking around with surgical masks and bandanas over their faces. She and her mom are toughing it out for now, since nothing's burning too closely, but they're probably going to come home early.

Nevertheless, I'm hoping they're okay.

I'm also praying in an upward motion that my uncle isn't going to be called up. This statement requires an epic amount of explanation, doesn't it? Well, I'll explain the latter part right now. The first part is for a completely different day.

My uncle's a firefighter — captian of the Kern County Fire Department, in fact.

Wow, some explanation. A whole sentence!

Okay, okay, enough writing. I won't write anymore until midnight at least. You know, a different date. ;)

[Peace, Love, Joy]

Gallery of Broken Hearts

Check out Ingrid Micahelson. Her song "Be OK" is great, especially the acoustic version.

Okay, so, this is basically the second blog I've kept with this same title. Only now, it's known as "Archival Numero Uno," from a bout of silliness. Most of what I am comes from a bout of silliness and that might be what makes me so...something.

Anyway.

Let's see what information I can share with you.

I'm sixteen, and a senior in high school, which my profile tells you. I'm madly in love with Carpenteria State Beach, where I spent a portion of my summer. I love to write, but I love fish more. ;) I wish I owned more shoes; particularly these. I'm OCD about the number 10, and even numbers in general, but my favourite number is the number 13. I'm pretty smart, but sometimes, I can be tremendously slow — I have moments where I pay absolutely no attention to the world around me. I have a bizarre sense of humour — basically, life itself is a laugh riot. I use phrases like "laugh riot."

My friends and family are my life, but it's nearly disturbing how happy I can be when I'm alone, just chilling. I'm happiest when I'm listening to music and/or reading.

I think style blogs are the shizz. If you've got one, then share it with me.

Two of my absolute best friends: Casey and Erika. Both of them are absolute dorks, and, well, so am I. That's the making of some good friendships, if you ask me. :)

The Shamwow guy scares the life outta me, and not just because of the "incident." His face is just creepy to me. But I think Shamwows are the coolest.

I hate most roller coasters, but the Colassus at Magic Mountain makes me happy.

I'm most defintiely a coward. Just ask TooCool (who may or may not ever be referred to by his real name). And about half the rides at the AV fair.

Kids' rides also make me tremendously happy. Just ask Casey. :D

Okay, so I guess I'm done sharing. I'll update soon, if there's anything to update on.

[Peace, Love, Joy]