sunrise with a full moon.

Hey my peeps.

Ok, seriously now.
I watched the birth of my shadow today.
Which just happened to coincide with the birth of a new day.
wow, wow.

Here's a story.
I went to bed last night at 3:00 am. I don't know why. Ok, so I kinda do, but I'm not telling, thats beside the point anyway...
I woke up at 5:00 am -- wide awake. Lame. I tossed and turned for the next 55 minutes as my room got lighter and lighter. I got some good thinking done though. In the quiet of the morning, before the world was awake and the sun had not yet graced the sky, I thought things like; "I really need to get better shades for the windows", and "I really need to sleep." mmm-mmm, good thoughts.
Then at 5:55 all those thoughts changed.
The brilliant idea to go watch the sunrise from the top of a hill became my prevalent thought. So I jumped out of bed and was in the car by 6:00. (Looking FAB-u-lous mind you).
At 6:25 as I was hiking up the hill, I heard a loud *POP*, I looked around and saw no one and I realized that it was indeed my left lung that had just popped!!!! :( Also, my legs were pissed at me, because although my mind was wide awake, my short little legs were not. Then I got hat hair on top of it all. God bless Saturday.
I did make it to the top at 6:33, and I did make it for the sunrise. Huzzah!
Then I did what any person would do.
I took a picture of me mooning the sun in honor of Brooke Pearson. It's her birthday and she's leaving. If that doesn't merit sun mooning, then I don't know what does.
Then I decided to send wake up picture messages to people. God bless cell-phones. I do realize that it is an hour earlier in California, and I'm sorry. Not sorry for sending the message, but sorry that you are lame and actually sleep. and on Saturdays. man, the day is wasting. I really am sorry for you.
No, well, kinda. I trust the lucky few enough to allow a friendship to continue even though I am insensitive and think I'm hilarious. (Luzzles, you would've got one, but I couldn't bring myself to send you a text at 4 am. Even I have some boundaries). (And I also know that I'm not hilarious. there is a difference between knowing and thinking.) I also trust that the lucky few probably won't talk to me for the next while and that is fair.
I then went to a coffee shop, got riled up about abortion and then came back here to document it all before I go back to bed and just think that it was another dream.
I love you all. Mostly Emily. (Don't be jealous. When you and I have fights like we've had and you still talk with me, then I might love you as much too.)

love and jazz fingers, lisa.
I call this one, "Early Morning Yoga Bathed by the First Rays of Sun" or "Peaceful Quad Amputee"

What did you think you were going to get the other picture? You must be out of your skull. I'm not *that* dumb.