Preference 2012!!

Preference was AMAZING this year! I had a blast with my hilarious date, Timo Pew, and all of the other couples in our group.

This is us on our group date playing games!! We laughed so hard!

It may not look like we are having fun, but we are!!!
We are playing Anything Goes which is the funniest game ever!

Hot chocolate and doughnuts... Mmm!

And here is me... in my dress...

Sister Solomon did my hair and it was ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS! Thanks a bunch!!

Okay... this was my favorite part! My galfriends and I made a dinner table out of Brynn's ping pong table!  (Once I download all of my pictures I will show you some of the decorations. For now enjoy what you can see in these pictures.)

Timo being a gentleman!

This is us!!!

(Left to Right) Tyler and Maddie, Maddiey (me) and Timo, Brenna and Coleman, Brynn and Chappy 

Tyler got excited for pictures... he wanted to model for us ;)

Timo et Moi

Brenna and Coleman

Brynn and Chappy

ALL OF US!

Our lovely dinner servers! Thanks a bundle for your service! ;)

(Left to Right)
 Kenedi (my sister), Hannah (Brynn's sister), Shelby Bergeson (Brenna's sister),
Haley (Brynn's sister), Julia  Bergeson (Brenna's sister)

Us eating! We had yummy salad, pasta, and breadsticks.

And after the dance...

SUNDAES!!

 (p.s. this was my first time having a banana split- I loved it!)

Tyler strongly dislikes ice cream... so he had just brownies ;)

Timo

My lovely galfriends!

I had soooo much fun! Timo is a fabulous date and dancer ;) 

Be prepared for more pictures that may be coming in the near future!

endless rain into a paper cup

I wish I could wake up and cry words on to paper.

drip. drip. drip.

Not all words would be sorrow from boy drama, like most girls seem to write.

They would be tears of discovery and adventure. They would be tears of the places I traveled to in my dreams. They would be tears of joy found in the simplicity of things.

To write in the late hours of the day. To write when everyone is watching. To write as the head has been lifted off the pillow in the middle of a sleepless night. To write in secret.

To bash and burn. To guide and comfort. To bring color to a dull world.

To add a book to the bookshelf in a library. To add a book to the New York Best-sellers list. To ad to the front page of your local newspaper.

drip. drip. drip.

Sot sobs become become poetry. Headache and scream-filled tears become the best novel ever written.

Dead. Dead are the tears of the fearful poet. Tears that could have touched the hearts of many. fear. fear. fear. dead. dead. dead.

The eyes of a writer are greedy. Give me more! they cry. And then the tears. tears. words. flow like a river because somehow the greedy eyes trigger the flow of tears.

They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.
Avec amour,
Maddiey Beardall