I made myself look like a fool.

When I was in the 2nd grade I made a fool of myself. It wasn't the first time I made myself look.... well lets just say a little less than intelligent, and it definitely wasn't the last time either. This is coming from the girl who broke her toe playing ping pong, and crashed a snowmobile within the first three minutes. I tend to not have luck in umm well every day activities, but this one experience sure took the cake. 

My dad had been prepping me for this question weeks prior, before he tucked me into bed one night he decided that it was the right time to tell me.

Fast forward and I'm sitting in Miss Crumrines 2nd grade class. The room smelled like little kids and elmers glue. She only had to ask the class one question, and Boom my hand shot straight up because I knew the answer, I actually knew. Being the teachers pet like I was, I probably would have raised my hand anyways, but this time was special. 

I began to explain to the class that the reason we celebrate this holiday is because... well when the Titanic was traveling to mexico they had to carry loads of mayonnaise with them on the ship. They carried the mayo because the people of Mexico couldn't make chicken salad sandwiches, so they were deprived. Suddenly in the middle of the night the Titanic hit an ice burg and all of the mayonnaise sunk. That is why we celebrate the sink of the mayo, or since it mostly affected the people of Mexico you can say it in a Mexican accent which would be pronounced cinco de mayo. 

As I was telling my story my teacher went from pleased to annoyed, she gave me the same look she would give me when I was disrupting class. I questioned while telling my true story why she gave me that look, but quickly brushed it off. 

When I finished my story I remember a kid with glasses laughing, I knew I was a funny kid, cracking jokes all day but I didn't know I was that funny, after all history isn't supposed to be funny. Miss Crumrine told me that my story wasn't true. How did she know, she was still young and my dad must have lived through it. I told her that my dad told me that story and how he isn't the type of guy to lie to his children. When I said that the bell rang and we were off to our yellow dinosaur bus.


It was dinner time in the Henry house, and the topic of the conversation was cinco de mayo. I explained how my teacher didn't believe the reason to why we celebrate it, and my parents laughed. My dad later explained that he was kidding. He was not a man that jokes around often so it caught me off guard. At that moment I didn't want to go back to school. I knew exactly why the kid with glasses was laughing, and now my dad was a liar. 

When I went to bed that night I hoped everyone would forget the naive girl who said what she believed was true. but they didn't, and the kid with glasses was sure to remind me of it 8 years later.

Now its just a big joke, alongside all my other mishaps.
I'm not who I once was, but I am a spitting image of who I once was.

Sincerely Paislee Jane
xoxo EH

ps. do people even read blogs anymore????

Forget, I wish to forget

Some days the cold air stings my skin all the way to my heart. I know I have a heart, not because some Yale doctor told me that "yep you most definitely have got a heart inside you" No. I know because I feel it, it beats faster when your near me and it feels all too slow when you're gone.

Why can't I fast forward till the day when my heart dosen't sting like it is right now. Buzz buzz buzz, get theese bees away from me. I can't take it anymore. 

I'm the youngest in my family and along with that comes the talkitive-ness. As Dr. Kevin Leeman put it, the youngest is the charmer. I've been an only child since my brother left, and I have nobody to talk to. Sure I can tell my friends what I feel, but they don't want to hear about my lungs filling up with water and slowly drowning me in my mind because I overthink and I can't help it.

Sincerely, Paislee Jane 

I wanted to write, but got scared of my own shadow

The past few days I have wanted to write on my blog but, well I'm scared now.

I kind-of like hiding my thoughts in a cream colored lace basket. 

but how can you have a lace cloth basket actually hold anything, well you can't.

Can you?

I wish I could put my mind and heart in a safe, like the type of safe that sits up in one of the huge houses up in Alpine, and what do the people up there even keep in their safe anyways?

password, pass-code, finger print, no entrance for intruders.

But that's not where it sits, instead it lays in a cream colored lace basket. sometimes my mind spills through the holes in the lace, sitting on the counter for everyone to see, and staining the basket but don't worry there is always bleach.

I tried to make sense of my mind and got pulled in the current.

drown, sink, float, fly.

I can't gather my thoughts, speaking my mind before I can process. 

My mind is temporarily out of order

Sincerely, Paislee Jane 

xoxo, EH

AHHHH reveal... who you is?

I would like to apologize for this non quality video, the end is pretty cool tho.....

reveal video take 265

Sincerely, Paislee Jane
PS sorry the title makes me sound like a gangster, just I sat in Rubys today on the pier by some cool kats, and I think they changed me. 

Update: positive vibes

It's all good, you don't even have to worry, I'm not feeling chained in anymore.

We left to Cali, and we ain't never coming back. Sea salt rustles my hair into a wavy do. The sun touches my skin, all the while I think of you. 

I'm so greatful to My Heavenly Father for this beauty, the beach looks so splendid this morning, exactly what I needed.

I hope the ones who stayed home are finding their own paradise, because everyone needs a good long break.

Sincerely, Paislee Jane 

A blue hue and wet eyes, it's just me

It's freezing cold, I sit in my room at 6:38 pm with the lights off, sad. Fridays were supposed to be happy. The covers are like chains pulling me deeper and deeper into the depths of my raw heart. My left eye has been stinging all day long and I think I know why. I spent too many dreary days wasting time. Why do we waste time on things that will eventually hurt us?

I thought that I could over look the past

I thought maybe it would all work itself out

I thought that I was lucky

But no. I am naive, I try to change things like the seasons change from green to orange. But you can't, you simply can not change things. I'm really needing some hope right now, and as I write this it makes me feel a little better. I still feel blindsided like I got side swiped by the black Toyota. I'm so young in heart, a ambitious person. But what did that ever do for me. My ambitions landed me in jail. I sit in a prison I created for myself, I'm all alone, I don't want to talk about it, or else I will cry.

I need my alone time, thanks Nelson for having us make that page of things to do when you're sad, I'll be really needing it tonight.

Sincerely (the way naive, and sad) Paislee Jane

blush cheek, journal pages

My journal predicted this day, after all I was excited to the brim.


Jeez I feel like my whole life is so exciting, daring and scary at times but a thrilling adventure none the less.

Excited to Grow up

Excited to go on a date where a guy asked me.

Excited to drive my own car through the canyon with Taylor swift playing on the stereo

Excited for the time when the guy I liked looked at me with soft eyes

August 10th 2010,
Dear Journal,
I wish I could be in the Woods family, their life is so much better than ours. They get to go on fun vacations, and they have really nice stuff. It was so cool to see them, her wedding binder is also very cool- right now I hate school, seventh grade stinks, I don't have any nice friends. I can't wait till I go on my first x and get my first k.    
ps. I love getting good grades     

 (side thought: oh just wait till chemistry, also don't get your hopes up on the whole dating thing)

code translator in the back of my journal
x: Date
k: Kiss


Oh what an age of dreams, I read through my old journal entries and I seem to be lacking some self confidence. I was one of the tallest girls in 7th grade and I do suppose none of the guys were taller than me, after all most of the guys didn't hit their growth spurt till 9th grade. I made lists of what I could do to be popular, skinny, more in style with the fashion of the Alpine kids. But the thing is none of it ever mattered. You can't change the body God gave you, sure you can be healthy but he made you how you are for a reason. If I could write a letter to my seventh grade self to read I would write something like this.

Dear Little Paislee,
Don't compare yourself with the other girls. Promise? Stay innocent. Boys aren't worth it in middle school. Try and find the friends that you can be your quirky self around. Don't make your mom buy you those clothes to be like the other girls, because in high school nothing will change. If they were rude in middle school, they will be rude in high school as well. So don't waste your time trying to befriend them. That boy you have a crush on, he will be one of your best friends, I don't want you to worry because you haven't even met your best friend yet, you will meet her in your sophomore seminary class. Keep pushing it's only gonna get harder kid, but I know you can do it.

I love journals 
I'm not the best at writing every day in my journal, but I have the desire to
I want to be more confident with who I am and hide my thoughts less
I want to take more chances



Sincerely(a semi boring) Paislee Jane

ps. I just can't say