My Wonderland

My wonderland, if peas are placed under her mattress, she may not even feel uncomfortable getting up at night ... but she is only a princess . As you know in fairy tales that you read as a child, you can think of "prince" from a place far away. Yes, this place reminds me of the magical kingdom of a fairy tale. There are lots of prince and princess, fairy's mother and fairy ... the air is full of beautiful symphonies of happy songs ... When you step in it, people forget all the wonderful places of worry of life In life it is completely part of it.

When I get inside my head, I will enter my wonderland, my dream, my illusion country. My wonderland is really very close to my current life - the same (wonderful) boyfriend, same loving friends and family, even in the same city - just a little tweaked - 2 bedroom apartment (not bedroom ), Even if you put more tattoos, I am too scared, definitely more calm and can get a more positive attitude / prospect. And I am also very good at yoga. In my fairy tale, I did what I liked best and what I liked - I wrote. I am not bound to the table any more because my eyesight is the screen of two computers, not one eye. I am not riding the same train at the same time, but I am walking in the same building on the same building everyday.

When I received a new Commodore 64 computer, I was about 11 years old, I felt the world's top after drawing the first circle on the screen. As I did in a technical wonderland, I type day and night with a keyboard. One day I read some code features somewhere. "What a ridiculous!" I thought, "If you can write a goto, why is there a problem writing the function?" In the code (and general data processing) An important factor is the ability to adapt to change, in other words its softness.

In the past 24 hours, snow is new and more than foot. It is fun to go out and play before returning to Los Angeles, as I would like to say. I am fixing winter wonder land. In order to make me a more fairy country, I had lunch with my "19 years old nephew Cole" old soul. Before I had to travel to the airport, we were trying to extend the time by pressing a clock. And like the lifestyle that often happens in Michigan in December, there is wonderful ice on the road. As we approached the backup of a car parked on a two lane road out of town, one of the patches appeared to be big. The moment the brake light turned on, suddenly I went into the garden toward the shoulder, but fortunately there were no grooves, and my sister's tires were buried in the snow.