It was beautiful. I slept all night to the sound of the rain against my window while I lay in bed snugged comfortably between my comforters and pillows. It was a nice night. I woke up and I looked out the window and sure enough everything was drenched. I smiled. As I was walking to the doors of my school I breathed in a deep breath, it didn't matter that I was late, I just love the smell of the rain. All the hurrying students that were trying in vain to get to their classes, I was thinking, 'Does it matter? You're already late. Let's smell the rain.'

I woke up from my daze as I was bustled through the door and I decided I would just smell the rain later and go on an adventure through my backyard to look at what the rain had done.

School almost took forever to end. I kept staring at the clock, but then again doesn't everyone do that? The only highlight of my day is this girl the girl sitting beside me to take a picture of our teacher. He is young, built, and the coach of the football team. I can see why anyone would want to take a picture of him. He's not my kind of guy though. The girl beside me, Beth, didn't want to take to the picture so I offered. It was a bit awkward as I was handed the camera and I realized I just then felt really embarressed. I made several attempts to do it but I was never one to be known as 'chicken,' so I took the camera and hurriedly flashed a picture. Everyone started laughing. Ooops, I think I embarressed him. Ah! I hope he doesn't give me a poor grade because of it! Derm. After class I apologized explaining, 'I'm sorry to have disrupt the class by taking your picture but one of my friends needs a picture of you for a project.' He looked at me as I were insane. 'I don't know why!' I flushed and felt my neckline getting quite hott. I refused to give up though so I persisted and he finally gave in. He looked really embaressed and I felt bad for forcing him, I felt like one of those teenybopper girls. Yuck.

After school my mom and I got into an argument about driving. We don't get along at all. I can't recall a time when we did. A lot of people say that we are alike, especially my sister. I love my mom but I don't want to be like her. She's too close-minded. I can see the similarities but we are not the same. We are too different to be the same.

Since I was still upset with my mom, I went to the computer room, turned on The Postal Service and was listening to 'Sleeping in,' when I realized that I promised myself to go out side and take pictures of what the rain had done. I didn't find much on rain but I did discover a lot of things about my new house's backyard. Here is what I liked the best:

A fallen apple from our apple tree. I never thought we would be ones to have an apple tree but here's an example. It is very pretty, isn't it?

Another example of our apple tree, it's trunk. I thought it was curious to have these apples artistically arranged infront of me. So I couldn't help but take a picture.

A broken lonely dilapidated plastic reindeer.

A small creek.

An unfinished treehouse.

A broken tree that fell long before the storm. My mother told me about this a while ago and now I see it first hand. The strange thing about this picture is that in every angle that I tried to take it, the sun's rays would always disrupt it, which explains the sun rays in the picture. I wonder what made it fall?

I took a picture from where I was standing when I was looking at the clouds infront of the house. Rain clouds.

Funny that I came out to look for traces of the rain and didn't find any, so I took a picture of rain cloud to emphasize my love of the rain.

Today had a lot of pictures and it reminds me of my xanga (there's nothing in there because I made private all my entries except for my farwell one) because I usually just told of my day with pictures of everything like a storybook, while I wrote poetic nonsense in ndslotesse, my old diary (which is locked). I think I'm going to combine the great aspects of both. I'm growing up, aren't I? Build upon my mistakes then.