California Sunshine

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This is the glimpse I had of the sun rising as I began my long arduous journey back to the Pacific Northwest. I loves how it was reflecting off of my side view mirror and I knew that I had to take a shot of it. It was so pretty and I felt really good about my journey at that point.



As the day went on I got several texts of love and encouragement from my friends. I called my mom when I stopped to get gas or take a potty break. I was making really really good time. The weather was beautiful, all sunshine, no clouds. I even got a sunburn on my left arm. I have a really hot burn line which will turn into a tan in a few days. (As long as I keep putting aloe on it.)

And then I got just outside of Portland and it all went downhill from there.

There was traffic due to road work and while it was moving, it was kinda slow. I was still in the fast lane and didn't really feel like moving over. So I'm just moving along and I glanced down at my iPod to change songs I think when all of a sudden I hear screeching and a bang. I look up and the cars in front of me are slamming their brakes. So I slam mine on because the grey sedan was very rapidly getting closer. Thankfully I stopped in time and the old guy behind me stopped too, so I emerged from it unscathed. I think a couple cars up ahead of me got into a fender bender and I thought I saw them heading towards the next exit, but I'm not sure.

So then we started moving again. Then I got to Portland.

Now, I'm not a fan of driving through Portland to begin with. On the way south I always worry about staying on I-5 and trying to remember what lane to stay in. And on the way north it's fine but all of the other people are crazy and can't remember what lane to stay in to make their exits.

So anyway. I was stuck in Portland traffic for an hour. A drive that usually takes about ten or fifteen minutes took an hour. AND I had to pee. AND I had been in the car for eleven hours. AND I was tired. So I was a little angry. There were some tears. I even had a nice long yelling fest conversation with God asking Him what was going on. It wasn't pretty.

After Portland, things are going good. I figured that I would make it home by at least seven thirty if I kept going at the speed I was going. Things were fine, I was bopping along to my music and then I got to Nisqually. Traffic. Again. It was Fort Lewis traffic backed all the way up to Nisqually. Which is a good distance away. So once again there were tears. I didn't have to pee cuz I had already stopped to do that, but I was plenty angry. So I yelled at had a conversation with God. I actually told Him that I was angry with Him. So I called my grandpa and asked for the back way from DuPont. He told me.

I got off on the exit he told me and tried to follow the directions but he either must have given me the wrong exit, or the wrong directions.

To make an already too long story shorter I finally found my way home. I got home at almost eight, but it would have been later if I had tried to fight the second round of traffic.

So, I'm home, a little worse for wear, but safe. :)


Kelsey Page
“But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” ~Matthew 6: 33-34

Mischief Managed.

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It's the end.

It's over.

Other than a website, there is nothing more to look forward to.

I have spent most of my life loving Harry Potter. I was so disappointed when the first book came out because I was probably 12 or 13. And I hadn't gotten a letter from Hogwarts.

I read the books. I cried in many of the books. I sobbed at the end of Order of the Phoenix. I swore up and down that Dumbledore wasn't dead at the end of Half-Blood Prince. I cried when Hedwig died. I cried when Dobby died. I cried when the Weasley family was huddled around Fred's body. I cried when Rowling killed Lupin and Tonks. I cried when Lily, James, Sirius and Lupin walked with Harry to the end. I cried after I finished the book. Just because it was over.

My generation grew up with Harry. We all wanted to know how it would all end. Many thought that Harry would indeed die. And he did. But he did it on his own terms. And in the end, it saved him.

Tonight I dressed up as Madam Rosmerta, the barkeep of The Three Broomsticks. My wand found me. I went to the midnight premier. I cried at all of the same parts I cried at. I cheered when Ron and Hermione finally kissed. I cheered when Molly called Bellatrix a bitch and killed her. I cheered when Neville took up the sword of Gryffindor and chopped Nagini's head off. I geeked out when I saw James Sirius and Albus Severus get on the Hogwarts Express. I thought that Hermione and Ron's family was perfect, down to Ron's potbelly. I stood up when the credits rolled and said "Mischief Managed!"

I celebrated the end of an era tonight. And it was worth every penny. Worth every tear.

Now I can't help but think of my children. Whenever I have them. I hope that they love Harry as much as I do. Because I will always love Harry. And on their eleventh birthdays, my children will get a letter telling them of a magical world. On their eleventh birthdays, my children will receive a book entitled Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. And from every birthday there on out, they will receive the next book. Until they turn seventeen and become of Wizarding Age. Then and only then, will they know how it all ends.

Just like I now know how it all ends.

Except it really isn't over.

Not really.

Not as long as there are those who believe.


Madam Rosmerta

Kelsey Page
“But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” ~Matthew 6: 33-34

Stories in Cosmopolitan

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This is a picture of a story in this months issue of Cosmopolitan. Today wasn't the first time I had read it. I read it with some of my cast mates a few days ago and we laughed until we cried. We think it's the picture of it that comes up in your mind.




day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere – California by Phantom Planet



Kelsey Page
“But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” ~Matthew 6: 33-34

Girl's Night and Conducting.

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The past couple of days!

Yesterday I went to go see KeelyAnn in the dance ensemble show! She was beautiful! Then she and Megan and Rachel came over. We watched The Holiday and ate four bags of popcorn and laughed and cried and swooned over Jude Law. It was brilliant!



Today I had work and then I came home and did homework. Mostly working on my conducting piece. Especially because I totally crashed and burned on Thursday. And cried in class. Not my best moment. But we all have them and I'm gonna go into class on Tuesday and rock it, because let's face it. I know how to teach. I just wasn't prepared like I wanted to be. :P



Kelsey Page
“But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” ~Matthew 6: 33-34

Fly Away

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Love you Leif.


Kelsey Page
“But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” ~Matthew 6: 33-34