1] Where is your heart?
in the hands of the lead singer of relient k! hahah, just JOKING! (actually, what's really funny is that you only think I'm just joking...)
2] Perfect relationship?
pretty sure there is no such thing..
3] Which is more romantic: flowers or candy?
candy. definitely. but only if it's chocolate...and I don't like dark chocolate, so it would have to be milk chocolate.....but then if I ate too much I'd feel sick and totally blame whoever got me all that chocolate....I'd stick with something shiny and un-edible....
4] Are you wearing any jewelry?
my agape ring (it's in greek and totally cool) 2 bracelets (one being a recycled bicycle chain - um, yeah it's pretty much AWESOME!) one watch that is made out of leather, one choker, one cool metal knot necklace and all the rings that I'd normally wear on one strand.....yeah, it's actually kind of heavy...
5] What did you do last night?
majorly annoy my mom and watch my camera battery die
6] Did you enjoy your last kiss?
hm....seeing how it was from a 2 year old about 3 years ago and I had just finished babysitting him for almost 3 hours....and it was on my cheek......I'd say it went rather well.....I'm still alive aren't I?!?
7] Would you kiss that person again?
Most definitely, he was veerrrryyy cute. plus he was a 2-year-old with manners, my favorite.
8] Did you brush your teeth this morning?
Just becaues you're some sort of crazy teeth-brushing fanatic doesn't mean that I have to brush my teeth as many times as you do! have you ever thought about how much damage that can do to your gums!??!
9] Have you ever been on the television?
only when it's turned off and I'm staring at my reflection
10] What did you eat today?
9 pills, 1 chocolate chip cookie, 5 handfuls of patato chips, 1 1/2 bottles of water, 1 chicken taco, 3 spoonfuls of refied beans and rice, 1 processed homemade flour tortilla, 1 heaping plate pasta alfredo, 1 sopapilla (TOTALLY YUMMY!) and 1 organic mint. hey, if you didn't want to know, you shouldn't have asked.......
11] Do you like mustard?
no, ew, what kind of sick question is that?
12] What's the last thing you bought?
oodles and oddles of buttons! not the sewing on shirts to keep your clothes on kind, but the one that you pin to your hat that say totally crazy things you'd never get away with saying out loud, yet, when they are surrounded by a blue backround and in bright sparkly letters, they are totally cool.
13] Do you know your Dad's birthday?
yeah, it's written on the calendar...heheheh
14] Where's the last place you went shopping?
WAL*MART! yes! I <3 wal*mart!
15] Did you sing in the shower today?
considering the fact that I didn't even take a shower this morning....
16] When's the last time you cried?
a couple days ago...I don't write it on the calendar or anything I'm not a WEIRDO!
17] What is the most irritating thing the opposite sex can do?
be totally disgusting (pants so low they're dragging on the ground and everyone knows that they are a hanes guy) and still think that I'd have to slightest interest in them.
18] When did you go shopping last?
6 hours ago....
19] Ever been in love?
what are you talking about? I'm STILL in love, have you taken a look at my totally darling rocket summer shoes lately? ah....complete happiness...
20] What are you doing today?
um....I would have thought it was obvious, I'm filling out this little questionaire......heheheh
21] Last movie you watched?
ugh, um....some cheap movie with jennifer lopez in it....it was the only thing on okay?!?
22] Is your shirt new?
yeah man, I just bought it september 15th! it's one of my favorite concert t's! it's the one for the band This Beautiful Republic and I so loved their show, and wanted to just take the band home and keep them in my closet or something....heheheh
23] Do you live near your boyfriend/girlfriend?
my, my, my, I didn't even know that I had a boyfriend/girlfriend!
24] Are you happy right now?
I'd say irked, but it's nothing you did....ARGH FAMILY!
25] Are you scared of bugs?
yes, aren't you?
26] Are you a cuddler?
only if it involves an iPod named Riley......
27] Can you play piano?
yes, I took piano for 6 years.....I am very good at "clocks"
28] Do you dance?
not if I can help it....
29] What do you think of Eminem?
if only I had a newspaper to roll up and whack him with, then I'd stomp my feet and say, "well boy! what do you have to say for yourself? didn't your mother teach you any manners, every gentleman knows to never use coarse language in front of the ladies, why I never!"
30] Do you read?
of course, how on earth did you think that I answered all these questions?
31] Do you believe in love that lasts forever?
sure.....why not?
32] Do you sleep with a teddy bear?
first off, I don't even own a teddy bear - oh yeah, wait, I do, the bushmans gave it too me and it is so cute and unbelievably soft! I guess you wouldn't believe me if I told you no........
33] Last thing that made you cry?
a happy song on the radio that reminded me of all I had left behind...
34] What's the last TV show you watched?
I can't remember.......
35] Do you like baseball?
no
36] Least favorite sport?
bleh, football....if you play I won't hold it against you.........
37] Last time you went out to eat?
1 hour ago, with my poparoonies.......mexican food with those processed white flour tortillas
38] What are you doing tomorrow?
hopefully watching someone do some awesome roping tricks..
39] Where were you yesterday?
refer to the newsboys song "wherever we go, that's where the party's at!"
40] Who's your BEST friend?
my BEST friend.....I'm pretty sure I'm fresh out of those, although, I do have a couple of best friends hanging around.....
41] What are you doing right now?
typing you silly fool!
42] Who was the last person you talked/text on the phone with?
Charity
43] Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
the most awesome belt ever!
44] What is the last thing you purchased online?
CDS! YES! I'M STILL WAITING FOR THEM TO ARRIVE AND I GOT SOME IN THE MAIL TODAY! WAH-HOO!
45] Is there anyone that you wish was still in your life?
my swimteam coach, he was so crazy, my old high school sunday school teachers (they live too far away ARGH) all the people in VA!
46] Did you have fun today?
yeah.....but it seems so far away now....
47] Regret breaking up with any of your ex's?
I'll tell you when I get a couple..
48] What is your GPA?
phish, homeschoolers don't do GPAs!
49] What do you know about the future?
that if I don't get some more CDs in the mail someone is going to be awfully cranky.....
50] Who was the last person you rode in a car with?
the faithful-let's-feed-the-famished-teenager-poparoonies....
51] How old do you want to be when you have kids?
how on earth can you expect me to answer a question like that? let's put it this way, not when I'm 19 and not when I'm 65 (especially that one, that would be kind of weird)
52] Last time you ate cereal?
probably a couple years ago.....I'm not too fond of cereal..
53] Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
I am very proud to say NONE! I totally approve fake tattoos and fake nose rings though.......heheheheh, especially if they have cute little swords on the end....
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Hotels are dreary, but sleeping outside in an alley is even worse...
how nice, my pillows are plump and quite fresh looking, oh look, my soap is so cutely wrapped in it's own little paper coat, ah, the fridge is pretty nice, except for the fact that it is completely empty...hotels are such fine places to stay, for a little bit of money they will take you in, feed you breakfast and offer you 1 oz. bottles of shampoo that are nearly never enough to properly wash your hair with.
I just love how you have to cart all your luggage up, and of course, each hotel has it's own little quirks....this hotel's elevators were especially nice.
When I say nice, I am saying it in a slightly sarcastic manner, but go ahead, if you think they are still nice after I have described them, feel free to call them that and make them your BFF's.
Normally what happens when I push the elevator button, after a few minutes one comes down and takes me to my destination....but these elevetors were obviously brought up like normal elevators. It wouldn't have been so bad except that they had little screen aboves the elevator doors that showed you what floor they were on and which way they were going next.
So me and my dad are waiting in the lobby, the dolley full of all our suitcases patiently straddled between us, and both of us are looking up at the screens thinking, "oh good, that elevator is only at the 2nd floor, it should be here pretty quick then..." and we wait, it remains at the 2nd floor. the 2nd elevator is at the third floor, but it starts to travel down, so me and my dad move to dolley towards that one and get it perfectly set up and ready to go when that elevator decides that it's going back up again. we look back at the first one and it's STILL at the second floor. what is going on? I mean, come on, how hard is it to pick up some people in the lobby?
After what seemed like hours of waiting, we finally got one. as I was standing in it, going up I had this sudden vision on a little boy who had obviously had too much chocolate and was driving his parents insane and finally they said, "henry, why don't you go run around the hallways, just try and not be too loud so you don't annoy any of the other people in this hotel okay?" and then they shoved that brat child out of their room and promptly sighed in relief. meanwhile, little henry ran off down the halls wondering what on earth he could do when he came across the elevators. I saw this obnoxious little kid grinning with delight and then running towards the down button and pushing it. he would stand there and patiently wait for the elevator to arrive and then it opened it's door to little henry he would positively squeal with glee. he would clutch his sides to keep from laughing so hard and just when the door had finally closed he would count to 5 and then push the button again. that little child did not even stop to think that someone would be in the lobby ready to throttle someone because there were no elevators...
I just love how you have to cart all your luggage up, and of course, each hotel has it's own little quirks....this hotel's elevators were especially nice.
When I say nice, I am saying it in a slightly sarcastic manner, but go ahead, if you think they are still nice after I have described them, feel free to call them that and make them your BFF's.
Normally what happens when I push the elevator button, after a few minutes one comes down and takes me to my destination....but these elevetors were obviously brought up like normal elevators. It wouldn't have been so bad except that they had little screen aboves the elevator doors that showed you what floor they were on and which way they were going next.
So me and my dad are waiting in the lobby, the dolley full of all our suitcases patiently straddled between us, and both of us are looking up at the screens thinking, "oh good, that elevator is only at the 2nd floor, it should be here pretty quick then..." and we wait, it remains at the 2nd floor. the 2nd elevator is at the third floor, but it starts to travel down, so me and my dad move to dolley towards that one and get it perfectly set up and ready to go when that elevator decides that it's going back up again. we look back at the first one and it's STILL at the second floor. what is going on? I mean, come on, how hard is it to pick up some people in the lobby?
After what seemed like hours of waiting, we finally got one. as I was standing in it, going up I had this sudden vision on a little boy who had obviously had too much chocolate and was driving his parents insane and finally they said, "henry, why don't you go run around the hallways, just try and not be too loud so you don't annoy any of the other people in this hotel okay?" and then they shoved that brat child out of their room and promptly sighed in relief. meanwhile, little henry ran off down the halls wondering what on earth he could do when he came across the elevators. I saw this obnoxious little kid grinning with delight and then running towards the down button and pushing it. he would stand there and patiently wait for the elevator to arrive and then it opened it's door to little henry he would positively squeal with glee. he would clutch his sides to keep from laughing so hard and just when the door had finally closed he would count to 5 and then push the button again. that little child did not even stop to think that someone would be in the lobby ready to throttle someone because there were no elevators...
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Saddness Overwhelms My Soul...
You bring your cardboard boxes and tape. You slowly and machinely pick the stuff off the shelves, floor, out of the closets, and out of the drawers, you place it in the boxes until it is full, and then you start again. Over and over, soon, so soon all my things, my belongings, will be filed away, boxed away...when with I see all my stuff? How happy the reunion will be when I am in my new home, unpacking all my boxes, smiling as I lift each item out and whisper, "you've been gone a long time, I really missed you, thank goodness you're home..."
Monday, September 24, 2007
I Really Should Write In You More
And when I saw you, I'm not meaning whoever is reading this, because that would be quite odd, for me to take a pen and start writing in you...actually, I have no clue how I would write "in" you. no, you see, I was actually talking about my poor little blog.
I looked over some of the old entries trying to figure out how many comunity service hours I did for the mulch sale in march and I realized that I liked being able to look over my life and see what interesting aspects of it struck me as inspirational and I wrote about. so then I decided to write in you as much as possible, and with as many details about my day as possible...
Today I worked at the library. It was me and Tabitha's last day as evil little pages...we both brought our cameras and took 50,000 pictures of all the interesting places and things that we have grown to love in the past year. It's so interesting how I can look at a certain aisle in the library and recall dozens of memories that happened in there and dozens of conversations I've overheard or even been a part of. It's kind of sad, but at the same time poetic, to think about the fact that this library in my memories will soon only been in my memories, since they are starting the expansion as soon as I leave (or close enough, october 1st) is that crazy or what? Kara (the librarian) thought I was insane because I opened the freezer in the break room and took a picture of the spot where I had kept all of my burritos...heheheheh
My first job. My first - hm....what do you call it when you don't quit but you don't get fired? The polite term? Ahhh, I don't remember, but I shall have to start afresh when I move. I will have to find another job, but I don't think that I will ever have one quite as posh or nice as this one. This library system is awesome.
I looked over some of the old entries trying to figure out how many comunity service hours I did for the mulch sale in march and I realized that I liked being able to look over my life and see what interesting aspects of it struck me as inspirational and I wrote about. so then I decided to write in you as much as possible, and with as many details about my day as possible...
Today I worked at the library. It was me and Tabitha's last day as evil little pages...we both brought our cameras and took 50,000 pictures of all the interesting places and things that we have grown to love in the past year. It's so interesting how I can look at a certain aisle in the library and recall dozens of memories that happened in there and dozens of conversations I've overheard or even been a part of. It's kind of sad, but at the same time poetic, to think about the fact that this library in my memories will soon only been in my memories, since they are starting the expansion as soon as I leave (or close enough, october 1st) is that crazy or what? Kara (the librarian) thought I was insane because I opened the freezer in the break room and took a picture of the spot where I had kept all of my burritos...heheheheh
My first job. My first - hm....what do you call it when you don't quit but you don't get fired? The polite term? Ahhh, I don't remember, but I shall have to start afresh when I move. I will have to find another job, but I don't think that I will ever have one quite as posh or nice as this one. This library system is awesome.
Monday, May 21, 2007
How I Wish I Were Mary Poppins With Her Magical Room Cleaning Snapping Fingers
My room is in horrible disarray. I am in the process of cleaning and de-cluttering it. But it seems to be taking forever. The reason that I am even doing this is because a whole bunch of my relatives are coming over...and staying. I think that one of them is actually staying in my room. And since I am one of those strange beings people most often label "teenagers" I have never really kept my room in pristine order or anything...
Everything is out of my closet...except for my clothes, or at least, half of my clothes, because the other half are lying across my big purple chair. I am supposed to be cleaning my room right now. But I just so happen to be doing a lovely thing called Stalling. I got on the computer for some odd reason, knowing that I had to go upstairs and clean my obnoxious room and this is what popped into my head, "oh dear, let's check on my blog, I don't think that I have updated it in quite some time...no, no, that simply CANNOT do..."
*Mental Conversation* = So here I am. I can't seem to tear myself away from the effect radio either...Skillet is playing, I love skillet. All the more reason to stay. No, no, I must go and clean my room, I do have this song on my iPod, why don't I just go upstairs and listen to it right now? Yes, that is a marvelous plan...follow-through now...follow-through...
Everything is out of my closet...except for my clothes, or at least, half of my clothes, because the other half are lying across my big purple chair. I am supposed to be cleaning my room right now. But I just so happen to be doing a lovely thing called Stalling. I got on the computer for some odd reason, knowing that I had to go upstairs and clean my obnoxious room and this is what popped into my head, "oh dear, let's check on my blog, I don't think that I have updated it in quite some time...no, no, that simply CANNOT do..."
*Mental Conversation* = So here I am. I can't seem to tear myself away from the effect radio either...Skillet is playing, I love skillet. All the more reason to stay. No, no, I must go and clean my room, I do have this song on my iPod, why don't I just go upstairs and listen to it right now? Yes, that is a marvelous plan...follow-through now...follow-through...
Friday, May 11, 2007
Devastation and Reform
pull my heart out, reconstruct...
Relient K is running through my mind, the lyrics escape onto a keyboard, and you read them...
I just joined Script Frenzy, which is from the creator's of National Novel Writing Month. scriptfrenzy.org for those of you that want to sign on up. It's really cool, actually, I just signed up today. I'm pretty excited. I had felt like the whole nanowrimo thing was awesome, but I wished that it happened more than once a year. And now I have Script Frenzy. Basically you have the whole month of June to write a screenplay of 20,000 words. This does sound impressive, and very nearly impossible, but it also sounds exciting. I've never written a screenplay before. This will be a pretty interesting experience, and since I have no cares, I have no limitations, which means I can write about whatever I want....which can be a good thing, and a bad thing...let's aim for spectacular.
Here is my awesome profile. I especially think that if my (now)non-exstestent script ever became a movie, I would most definitely want Blooregard Q. Kazoo in it.
Relient K is running through my mind, the lyrics escape onto a keyboard, and you read them...
I just joined Script Frenzy, which is from the creator's of National Novel Writing Month. scriptfrenzy.org for those of you that want to sign on up. It's really cool, actually, I just signed up today. I'm pretty excited. I had felt like the whole nanowrimo thing was awesome, but I wished that it happened more than once a year. And now I have Script Frenzy. Basically you have the whole month of June to write a screenplay of 20,000 words. This does sound impressive, and very nearly impossible, but it also sounds exciting. I've never written a screenplay before. This will be a pretty interesting experience, and since I have no cares, I have no limitations, which means I can write about whatever I want....which can be a good thing, and a bad thing...let's aim for spectacular.
Here is my awesome profile. I especially think that if my (now)non-exstestent script ever became a movie, I would most definitely want Blooregard Q. Kazoo in it.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Pink Thread 'Round My Neck...
I've had Spur58 running around my head all day.
Today I did about 50,000 hours of math. In preparation for that lovely test that I am taking early Saturday morning. I'm really looking forward to that, seriously...So Not.
What I've eaten today: 5 brownies, 1 hamburger on spelt toast, 5 strawberry halfs, 1 glass punch, and 1 bowl chicken and rice.
I've also listend to Family Force 5, Anberlin, Switchfoot, today.
I've done a lot.
oh my goodness - I defintely need to take another allergy pill, I just sneezed my poor head off...it took me a little while to sew it back on, especially since I couln't find any thread.
Today I did about 50,000 hours of math. In preparation for that lovely test that I am taking early Saturday morning. I'm really looking forward to that, seriously...So Not.
What I've eaten today: 5 brownies, 1 hamburger on spelt toast, 5 strawberry halfs, 1 glass punch, and 1 bowl chicken and rice.
I've also listend to Family Force 5, Anberlin, Switchfoot, today.
I've done a lot.
oh my goodness - I defintely need to take another allergy pill, I just sneezed my poor head off...it took me a little while to sew it back on, especially since I couln't find any thread.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Listlessly Staring Away......
Off doing nothing I realized I had been gone for a long time. My blog had been left all alone...and you, my poor readers, were left without even a thread of hope. You probably thought that I had fallen off the face of the earth.
The answer is no by the way. No, I did not fall off the face of the earth, much as I would have liked to...just kidding.
I love unwrapping neat little bundles to find a lovely crisp unused notebook just waiting to be filled with dreams and imaginations.
Tomorrow is May. I have to set a goal for May, but I don't know what I shall do, I totally missed out on a the whole "national poetry month" which ended today, I had meant to write a poem everyday. But I forgot. I'm good at forgetting. It is one of my favorite pastimes.
My latest obsessions: Switchfoot's Podcast, Anberlin's latest CD "Cities", Lemonade, and of course, iPod updating.
I am off to the land of slumber, where reality disappears and dreams take control.
The answer is no by the way. No, I did not fall off the face of the earth, much as I would have liked to...just kidding.
I love unwrapping neat little bundles to find a lovely crisp unused notebook just waiting to be filled with dreams and imaginations.
Tomorrow is May. I have to set a goal for May, but I don't know what I shall do, I totally missed out on a the whole "national poetry month" which ended today, I had meant to write a poem everyday. But I forgot. I'm good at forgetting. It is one of my favorite pastimes.
My latest obsessions: Switchfoot's Podcast, Anberlin's latest CD "Cities", Lemonade, and of course, iPod updating.
I am off to the land of slumber, where reality disappears and dreams take control.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Expanded, Enhanced, Updated!
All the CDs in my iTunes library now have Album Covers. It only took me a couple hours, but I managed to track down all my obscure and special editions covers. I had the help of a iPod and iTunes book, otherwise it would have taken 10 times as long. But it is pretty awesome. I can do that juke-box swivel and see not one square with a note for a album cover. Although, some of my CDs have slightly smaller album covers...because they were much harder to find and I had to give them icon like images, but on my iPod they won't look any different....so I'm happy.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Chocolate Cake Tastes So Good
Things that are good to eat for breakfast: Fruit, Cereal, Orange juice (technically you don't eat it...) Granola, Oatmeal, and the occasional leftover pizza slice.
Things you should not eat for breakfast: two pieces of yummy-yummy-good-for-your-tummy-tummy homemade from scratch chocolate cake with silky smooth chocolate frosting.
So, can you guess what I had for breakfast? Probably not the best choice, but it was sitting out on the counter waiting for me.
Things I need to do today: Eat a proper breakfast, Take a shower, Go to work, Practice for that stupid test I'm taking in two weeks, Brush my hair, And smile at the annoying people.
Things you should not eat for breakfast: two pieces of yummy-yummy-good-for-your-tummy-tummy homemade from scratch chocolate cake with silky smooth chocolate frosting.
So, can you guess what I had for breakfast? Probably not the best choice, but it was sitting out on the counter waiting for me.
Things I need to do today: Eat a proper breakfast, Take a shower, Go to work, Practice for that stupid test I'm taking in two weeks, Brush my hair, And smile at the annoying people.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Did You Even Notice That I Was Gone?
Well, I'm back. I am home. I have already slept in my own beloved bed again. Actually, I got back yesterday, but I was too tired to write anything.
Today I got a really cool ring that I ordered off the internet, it's a sword that curves around your finger. I'm wearing it on my thumb, which makes my hand look ten times cooler then before.
I could really use a homemade vanilla ice cream shake. Do you think I can convince anyone in my family to make me one?
Monday, April 2, 2007
Listening to Anberlin "A Whisper And A Clamor"
Today is going to be quite insane. I have to pack for a 12 day excursion, and work, and pack, and pack. This is how I pack. I find out I will be going on a trip, I smile and think happy thoughts about the lovely trip.
2 weeks before the trip: smiling.
1 week before the trip: still smiling.
2 days before the trip: smiling and wondering if I should start packing.
1 day before the trip: have thought about packing, but that is pretty much it.
1 hour before leaving: Yelling manically while throwing various assortments of clothes and a dozen toothbrushes in a bag.
Why so many toothbrushes? Because I have reached such a point of insanity that I do not know I am packing a dozen toothbrushes, I probably see those as other necessary things, like toothpaste, shampoo, hairbrushes, notebooks, pens and iPod accessories.
Now, that above image may be slightly stretching the truth a little, but I have been known to wander around the house aimlessly looking for more stuff to put in my already full backpack, 10 minutes after we were supposed to have left. My parents have made a rule that you have to be packed THE NIGHT BEFORE you are leaving, no matter if you aren't leaving until 10pm.
Hence the reason today is Packing Day. I hate packing, I don't really know why, but it might be because I have to go through all my stuff and pick out what I am going to take with me, and I have to leave most of it behind. I just hate it when a shirt or sweater I especially love whines so pitifully when I can't take it. I then have to get down on my knees and speak in soothing tones, telling it that it is now April and I don't need to wear sweaters in April, that I will be wearing T-Shirts. The sweater cries and asks me what I am going to do when I get cold, and I have to tell it that I am bringing a light jacket. Then the poor little sweater gets so distraught it starts sobbing even louder and I finally have to just shove it in the closet and turn my radio on...
Another reason I hate packing is because I am a teenager. Did that last sentence make sense? No? Let me explain further. Most teenagers are alike. They are slightly messy, they don't mind throwing their clothes on the floor and leaving them there for weeks on end. The latter is the very same for me, only I consider myself a slightly higher class of teenager, I throw my clothes in assorted piles on the floor. Skirts over by the purple chair, fancy clothes on top of the purple chair, t-shirts all over the floor, and the jeans crumpled by the door. My family just doesn't seem to appreciate my organization. They can't seem to see my distinct piles.
But where was this going? When I go on a trip, I have to sort through ALL my clothes to find the ones that I want to take. I have to pick up ALL my clothes and put them ALL away. Why? Because my parents insist on VACUUMING THE ROOM before we leave. Rolling the eyes, rolling the eyes.
So that's what I did for how many hours this morning? I don't even know. I've also been sick. And when you are sick, you really don't feel like doing a lot of stuff, particularly getting up to put a freshly used Kleenex in it's proper garbage disposal. There were lots of little herds of Kleenex mounds running around my room. I had a mental picture of myself in bed, nose red, eyes blurred, and sick, just finished blowing my nose and then just throwing the Kleenex anywhere my arm cared to move. I then had a mental picture of myself stepping out of my mental picture and going over to my sick self and slapping her for being so lazy. Sadly, it didn't work.
My mother is doing one last load of laundry, and then I should have all the clothes that I need to take. So that is my excuse for not being upstairs packing my bags right now.
I have given myself one hour to myself. The very special all request hour on the Effect Radio. I am waiting for them to play my song, but so far it has been 40 minutes. After this, my list is pretty much endless, Finish cleaning up my pitifully dirty room, Take a shower (must be clean to board a plane) Eat breakfast (must have eaten to board a plane - actually, this I'm not too sure of...) and pack.
Ha, how applicable the words on the radio are, "you're going under, going under," by This Beautiful Republic.
So if you don't see any blog entries for the next week or two, just know that I have successfully packed, successfullly left stuff behind and am Off visiting relatives.
2 weeks before the trip: smiling.
1 week before the trip: still smiling.
2 days before the trip: smiling and wondering if I should start packing.
1 day before the trip: have thought about packing, but that is pretty much it.
1 hour before leaving: Yelling manically while throwing various assortments of clothes and a dozen toothbrushes in a bag.
Why so many toothbrushes? Because I have reached such a point of insanity that I do not know I am packing a dozen toothbrushes, I probably see those as other necessary things, like toothpaste, shampoo, hairbrushes, notebooks, pens and iPod accessories.
Now, that above image may be slightly stretching the truth a little, but I have been known to wander around the house aimlessly looking for more stuff to put in my already full backpack, 10 minutes after we were supposed to have left. My parents have made a rule that you have to be packed THE NIGHT BEFORE you are leaving, no matter if you aren't leaving until 10pm.
Hence the reason today is Packing Day. I hate packing, I don't really know why, but it might be because I have to go through all my stuff and pick out what I am going to take with me, and I have to leave most of it behind. I just hate it when a shirt or sweater I especially love whines so pitifully when I can't take it. I then have to get down on my knees and speak in soothing tones, telling it that it is now April and I don't need to wear sweaters in April, that I will be wearing T-Shirts. The sweater cries and asks me what I am going to do when I get cold, and I have to tell it that I am bringing a light jacket. Then the poor little sweater gets so distraught it starts sobbing even louder and I finally have to just shove it in the closet and turn my radio on...
Another reason I hate packing is because I am a teenager. Did that last sentence make sense? No? Let me explain further. Most teenagers are alike. They are slightly messy, they don't mind throwing their clothes on the floor and leaving them there for weeks on end. The latter is the very same for me, only I consider myself a slightly higher class of teenager, I throw my clothes in assorted piles on the floor. Skirts over by the purple chair, fancy clothes on top of the purple chair, t-shirts all over the floor, and the jeans crumpled by the door. My family just doesn't seem to appreciate my organization. They can't seem to see my distinct piles.
But where was this going? When I go on a trip, I have to sort through ALL my clothes to find the ones that I want to take. I have to pick up ALL my clothes and put them ALL away. Why? Because my parents insist on VACUUMING THE ROOM before we leave. Rolling the eyes, rolling the eyes.
So that's what I did for how many hours this morning? I don't even know. I've also been sick. And when you are sick, you really don't feel like doing a lot of stuff, particularly getting up to put a freshly used Kleenex in it's proper garbage disposal. There were lots of little herds of Kleenex mounds running around my room. I had a mental picture of myself in bed, nose red, eyes blurred, and sick, just finished blowing my nose and then just throwing the Kleenex anywhere my arm cared to move. I then had a mental picture of myself stepping out of my mental picture and going over to my sick self and slapping her for being so lazy. Sadly, it didn't work.
My mother is doing one last load of laundry, and then I should have all the clothes that I need to take. So that is my excuse for not being upstairs packing my bags right now.
I have given myself one hour to myself. The very special all request hour on the Effect Radio. I am waiting for them to play my song, but so far it has been 40 minutes. After this, my list is pretty much endless, Finish cleaning up my pitifully dirty room, Take a shower (must be clean to board a plane) Eat breakfast (must have eaten to board a plane - actually, this I'm not too sure of...) and pack.
Ha, how applicable the words on the radio are, "you're going under, going under," by This Beautiful Republic.
So if you don't see any blog entries for the next week or two, just know that I have successfully packed, successfullly left stuff behind and am Off visiting relatives.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Caus' I think way too much... - Relient K lyrics
So where was I yesterday? I was at my sister's play of course. They had two showings and it was just crazy, I left the house at around 10:30 to run some quick errands, then went back home for a half of an hour, and didn't see my lovely home until 10pm? yeah, I think that was about the time, needless to say, I sank gratefully into my bed and went off to the land of dreams and had quite a nice chat with some random person named Ralf. At least, that's what I think I did.
Oh, why is my family out the door and in the car honking the horn...I wonder what they are trying to tell me?
Oh, why is my family out the door and in the car honking the horn...I wonder what they are trying to tell me?
Friday, March 30, 2007
Smiling, And Humming Under My Breathe
I saw an awesome play this afternoon, whenever I see it I memorize bits and pieces of it. I think that I will definitely know all the songs by the time this weekend is over...which may or may not be a good thing. My family may kick me out of the house and tell me to go take my annoying singing soul somewhere else.
My sister put an interesting idea in my head today. She asked me if I had gotten my favorite character's autograph, which I don't think I would have ever thought to do. Even though all the audience came out and did it after the end of the show. I didn't think that I would have enough courage to go up to someone and ask them to sign my program...but now, I'm thinking that that would be a pretty cool thing. The program has every one's picture in it so I could just have them sign it somewhere on top of their face...hehehe
I think that I am definitely going to do that. I will bravely walk up to whoever I am asking and say in a clear voice, "may I have your autograph?" I will not think about blushing, or stammering, or being flustered. I will not even let myself think of it now, because I can already feel my stomach clenching into knots. I will visualize myself walking up, throwing the autograph-ee a dazzling smile and then I will walk off with one more signature.
Oh dear, I don't know if I can do it...but I will not let myself think about it. I will not let myself talk myself out of it...especially since I just told my whole family what I was planning to do.
Oh dear...
My sister put an interesting idea in my head today. She asked me if I had gotten my favorite character's autograph, which I don't think I would have ever thought to do. Even though all the audience came out and did it after the end of the show. I didn't think that I would have enough courage to go up to someone and ask them to sign my program...but now, I'm thinking that that would be a pretty cool thing. The program has every one's picture in it so I could just have them sign it somewhere on top of their face...hehehe
I think that I am definitely going to do that. I will bravely walk up to whoever I am asking and say in a clear voice, "may I have your autograph?" I will not think about blushing, or stammering, or being flustered. I will not even let myself think of it now, because I can already feel my stomach clenching into knots. I will visualize myself walking up, throwing the autograph-ee a dazzling smile and then I will walk off with one more signature.
Oh dear, I don't know if I can do it...but I will not let myself think about it. I will not let myself talk myself out of it...especially since I just told my whole family what I was planning to do.
Oh dear...
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Off To Where The Wild Things Are...
It's late at night, I'm writing a blog entry only because I have to get my blog entry in everyday...so what do I write about? THE SKY'S THE LIMIT!
No, seriously, what do I write about? I babysat 8 kids for three hours today, of course I had my friend help me, because otherwise I would not be here typing off this sentence to you my lovely readers. And then I went and worked for another 4 hours at the library, like I normally do every Thursday. All in all, it was a very interesting and long day. Tomorrow I go off to see my sister's play for the 4th time, and then I still get to see it three more times after that. Doesn't that sound fun.
As juvenile as this may sound, my sister has promised to buy me a slinky and I am very much looking forward to it. They have a little table where they sell stuff before and after each show and I saw the most cute looking slinkies, and I know that I already have a couple here myself, but I have a soft spot for slinkies. And then my sister offered to buy me one and I am just tickled pink (to use a random and slightly bizarre old saying) I'm going to get a bronze one and I will name it and keep it and protect it for always and forever. hehehehehe....
Well, I feel that this is nice and adequate so I am off to bed, or maybe some midnight romping with the wild things.
No, seriously, what do I write about? I babysat 8 kids for three hours today, of course I had my friend help me, because otherwise I would not be here typing off this sentence to you my lovely readers. And then I went and worked for another 4 hours at the library, like I normally do every Thursday. All in all, it was a very interesting and long day. Tomorrow I go off to see my sister's play for the 4th time, and then I still get to see it three more times after that. Doesn't that sound fun.
As juvenile as this may sound, my sister has promised to buy me a slinky and I am very much looking forward to it. They have a little table where they sell stuff before and after each show and I saw the most cute looking slinkies, and I know that I already have a couple here myself, but I have a soft spot for slinkies. And then my sister offered to buy me one and I am just tickled pink (to use a random and slightly bizarre old saying) I'm going to get a bronze one and I will name it and keep it and protect it for always and forever. hehehehehe....
Well, I feel that this is nice and adequate so I am off to bed, or maybe some midnight romping with the wild things.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Dreamless Nights Are Not For Me......
I'm whisked off to a platform that is slowly rising up. Falling upon it I am slow to stand. All around me are fragments and memories, words, songs, people. They start to spin around me, swirling, twirling, dancing before my eyes. One by one they come into focus, and as soon as I start to remember where they took place, they disappear, only to leave me with another image. My mind hurts from not remembering. I know that if they would just let me look for one my second I could remember, but they always fly away. I want so badly to remember. Higher my platform climbs, faster my dreams spin, soaring up in a dizzy wave, I become engulfed. My dreams reel forward, intent on the kill.
That is how I sometimes feel, when I wake up. My dreams leave me troubled, and wondering if there is someone trapped inside me, trying to take over my life. I woke up this morning crying. I couldn't even remember why. I didn't know where I was. I layed there in my bed, confused, wondering what I was, and then, floating up from the depths of my memory came an image. A girl who looked very much like me was lying on a concrete sidewalk, sprawled across as if she had been thrown down. Her right leg was crumpled grotesquely and bleeding, her hands were scraped raw. She was crying.
I was crying because she was crying. It was very scary, that thought. My dreams are so intense that they take over my life, or that's what it seems like. I hate waking up and not knowing where I am, or who I am.
I think it's time for some breakfast, and also some non-stop Effect Radio listening too, my iPod is also an alternative.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Gag, Swallow, Repeat
Every four hours I take more pills. They are an eery orange that glows from within, as if they are harboring something destructive, even though the outside package says, "cold medication".
I'm sitting here, listening to my beloved Effect Radio and smiling. Or at least, I'm trying to smile, my throat is all sore from it's midnight coughing, and I can't smell anything through my nose except the obnoxious reeking smell of mucus.
I had the weirdest dream, it was very surreal, with the thought of me dying being a reoccurring subject. I have shards of memories from my dreams when I wake up, and one of them was of me, hanging on to the edge of a ice cliff thing. I was walking along the edge, which was not very much. But I remember that if I looked down, the ledge that my feet were gripped to would disappear. I'd still remain clinging to the side of the cliff though, which was very weird.
So, as long as I didn't look down I was fine, and remained gripping the side of the ice. I also remember thinking, "I should be doing something else" and then I crawled back to where I had started and nimbly jumped off. Before my feet even hit the edge of the safe spot (otherwise known as not the edge of a giant ice rock) the icy cliff I had just been standing on fell off into the great abyss below. I remember looking over and watching as if fell down, down, down, all the while thinking, "if I had been on that I would have died" then I went off and did something else weird in my very strange dream.
Well, I have writing club that meets tonight, so I'm off to write something awe-inspiring and awesome. Or maybe I should just stick with, something on the verge of not-being-lame.
I'm sitting here, listening to my beloved Effect Radio and smiling. Or at least, I'm trying to smile, my throat is all sore from it's midnight coughing, and I can't smell anything through my nose except the obnoxious reeking smell of mucus.
I had the weirdest dream, it was very surreal, with the thought of me dying being a reoccurring subject. I have shards of memories from my dreams when I wake up, and one of them was of me, hanging on to the edge of a ice cliff thing. I was walking along the edge, which was not very much. But I remember that if I looked down, the ledge that my feet were gripped to would disappear. I'd still remain clinging to the side of the cliff though, which was very weird.
So, as long as I didn't look down I was fine, and remained gripping the side of the ice. I also remember thinking, "I should be doing something else" and then I crawled back to where I had started and nimbly jumped off. Before my feet even hit the edge of the safe spot (otherwise known as not the edge of a giant ice rock) the icy cliff I had just been standing on fell off into the great abyss below. I remember looking over and watching as if fell down, down, down, all the while thinking, "if I had been on that I would have died" then I went off and did something else weird in my very strange dream.
Well, I have writing club that meets tonight, so I'm off to write something awe-inspiring and awesome. Or maybe I should just stick with, something on the verge of not-being-lame.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Sniffling And Sneezing, I Carry On...
An Ode to Sickness:
How I love thy Filthy Snot Rags
That cover up my bedroom floor
How I couldn't live
Without my yellow pills of cough depressant
How I sneeze and cannot stop the mucus from flowing
The elephant honking I hear when I blow my nose
How I love the looks I get
Whenever I cough, the dredges of phlegm coming up my throat
How I love being sick
How I love thy Filthy Snot Rags
That cover up my bedroom floor
How I couldn't live
Without my yellow pills of cough depressant
How I sneeze and cannot stop the mucus from flowing
The elephant honking I hear when I blow my nose
How I love the looks I get
Whenever I cough, the dredges of phlegm coming up my throat
How I love being sick
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Still Sick, But Strangely, Happy...
I will be singing for the next couple of weeks straight. My sister is in a play and since I've been going to every show, I am pretty much going to have all the songs and lines memorized by the time it's done. It is a awesome play. I could watch it over and over again. And the people who are in the play are all doing such superb jobs. Some of the kids are mighty cute. I just want to go up and hug them. But I don't, because, 1, they have no clue who I am, and 2, I would look like a real freak. Which, I'm not already saying that I'm not, but I just don't want Everybody to know. The only thing that's has been hindering my total enjoyment of the play is that I am still sick. Stupid Sickness. I guess that all I can do is just listen to my Relient K album and suck on my vitamin C cough drop.
Hey, on another cool note, I got my new Family Force 5 CD in the mail yesterday. It's autographed! Whoo hoo! Yeah, it was pretty exciting. I showed it to all my family, and then listened as they each made fun of the cover of my CD. Obnoxious Family. I've already listened to it once. heheheh...
Well, Relient K is calling, and I think I see hear some Strawberry cough drops calling my name...
Hey, on another cool note, I got my new Family Force 5 CD in the mail yesterday. It's autographed! Whoo hoo! Yeah, it was pretty exciting. I showed it to all my family, and then listened as they each made fun of the cover of my CD. Obnoxious Family. I've already listened to it once. heheheh...
Well, Relient K is calling, and I think I see hear some Strawberry cough drops calling my name...
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Bleh...
Still sick. Still having to blow my nose. Still can't breathe through my nose. Still sick.
ARGH! I hate being sick.
ARGH! I hate being sick.
Friday, March 23, 2007
And To What Do I Owe This Glorious Visit?
Why must I be sick? Do I look like the kind of person who loves to lay around the house moaning and blowing my nose? The answer to both of those questions is: No. Yes, yes, I know that "no" cannot really be an answer to the first question, but I couldn't find an appropriate answer so I just decided to keep that one.
Aside from blowing my nose, I seem to have been worrying my head off. So far I haven't worried enough for it to actually fall off or anything, but it's getting close, let me tell you, it is definitely getting close. I hate tests. But that seems to be the thing that I must do more and more often as I grow older. When do I get to be the age where I get to say, "no more tests! I have had enough!"
Well, my mouth is itching, my nose is plugged, I see the world in a sort of eery haze, my ears need to be unplugged, and I think it is about time to take my medication. I will leave you to ponder the meaning or life...or why people should have to blow their nose every time they sneeze.
Aside from blowing my nose, I seem to have been worrying my head off. So far I haven't worried enough for it to actually fall off or anything, but it's getting close, let me tell you, it is definitely getting close. I hate tests. But that seems to be the thing that I must do more and more often as I grow older. When do I get to be the age where I get to say, "no more tests! I have had enough!"
Well, my mouth is itching, my nose is plugged, I see the world in a sort of eery haze, my ears need to be unplugged, and I think it is about time to take my medication. I will leave you to ponder the meaning or life...or why people should have to blow their nose every time they sneeze.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
A Blog Title, What More Can You Expect?
If you are a nice and astute Reader, then you most definitely noticed that I recently added Several quotes from a movie that I find particularly amusing. MirrorMask is it's name and strange Fantasy is its game. I put up all my favorite quotes. Heheheh.
Something else I have learned is this. I should never, ever tell anyone who has a nice little certificate resting on their cream colored walls any dreams that I have had. They would most definitely put me in a mental institute and wave cheerfully as they drove away, completely indifferent to my cries of, "but I'm not crazy! I don't want to be a waiter!"
And no, I will not tell you what was in my dreams today, they were much to disturbing, even to me. You would probably help that slimy doctor by pointing the way to the computer, my Blog's URL already typed in. We most certainly can not have that...
Lately I have been: Manically listening to Relient K's "Five Score And Seven Years Ago" CD at least 5 times a day. I was really worried, because when I first listened to it a couple times I did not immediately fall in love with the whole CD and want to listen to it over and over until my ear drums fell out. This Disturbed me Greatly. I love Relient K, why was this new album not being ingrained into my heart? But after listening to it some more, I am beginning to see traces of die-hard abandon. I can hum the opening track of the next song before it starts. I can even sing a couple choruses with out messing up. I could probably name all the tracks in order...
That much being said...er...Typed, I think that I will go blissfully listen to my beloved Effect Radio and then I shall probably go listen to my new CD, to quote,
Betcha' can't guess what CD that is from.
Something else I have learned is this. I should never, ever tell anyone who has a nice little certificate resting on their cream colored walls any dreams that I have had. They would most definitely put me in a mental institute and wave cheerfully as they drove away, completely indifferent to my cries of, "but I'm not crazy! I don't want to be a waiter!"
And no, I will not tell you what was in my dreams today, they were much to disturbing, even to me. You would probably help that slimy doctor by pointing the way to the computer, my Blog's URL already typed in. We most certainly can not have that...
Lately I have been: Manically listening to Relient K's "Five Score And Seven Years Ago" CD at least 5 times a day. I was really worried, because when I first listened to it a couple times I did not immediately fall in love with the whole CD and want to listen to it over and over until my ear drums fell out. This Disturbed me Greatly. I love Relient K, why was this new album not being ingrained into my heart? But after listening to it some more, I am beginning to see traces of die-hard abandon. I can hum the opening track of the next song before it starts. I can even sing a couple choruses with out messing up. I could probably name all the tracks in order...
That much being said...er...Typed, I think that I will go blissfully listen to my beloved Effect Radio and then I shall probably go listen to my new CD, to quote,
"Cause when I looked into your eyes
And you dared to stare right back
You should've said nice to meet you, I'm your other half"
Betcha' can't guess what CD that is from.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Things I love:
1. Watching Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends.
2. Being smiled at by a child who thinks I'm the best thing since sliced bread.
3. Making Money.
4. Getting packages of CDs in the mail.
5. Stickers.
6. Making clever remarks in my head.
7. Slinkies
8. Listening to the Effect Radio
9. Hearing my name said by someone I don't know, and probably never will.
10. The person who invented iPods.
11. Relient K's "Five Score And Seven Year's Ago" CD
12. High-speed Internet Connection.
13. Making up random lists to put on my blog.
14. Smiling.
1. Watching Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends.
2. Being smiled at by a child who thinks I'm the best thing since sliced bread.
3. Making Money.
4. Getting packages of CDs in the mail.
5. Stickers.
6. Making clever remarks in my head.
7. Slinkies
8. Listening to the Effect Radio
9. Hearing my name said by someone I don't know, and probably never will.
10. The person who invented iPods.
11. Relient K's "Five Score And Seven Year's Ago" CD
12. High-speed Internet Connection.
13. Making up random lists to put on my blog.
14. Smiling.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Smiling, Definitely Smiling
I walk to the appropiate shelve and start putting my books away. I am trying not to be totally annoyed and throw the books on the floor in frustrastion. I've been shelving books for what seems like hours, but has only been 2. I hear a couple of kids to my left and just to make sure I don't step on any of them I take a glance over there.
There's two boys and they are behaving pretty well, they aren't screaming, nor are they pulling all the books our of the shelves and then laughing manically at the mess they've made. I tend to steer clear of little kids for those very reasons. But what I also see is a small girl, strapped into a pink stroller. The most interesting feature about her is the fact that whoever dressed her had a sense of humor. The little hair she had was pulled into a on-top-of-the-head-ponytail. It flopped around whenever she moved her head.
Suddenly, she was staring intently at me. I did the thing that comes naturally, I smiled. She stared. I kept smiling. She kept staring. My smile started to fade and her stare just got more intense. Finally I decided to put my book away, like I was supposed to be doing.
I just couldn't help it though. I had to check and see if she was still staring at me. She was. I tried that smiling thing again. She didn't seem to know what I was doing because she continued her nice stare of death. But instead of getting mad, I started to crack up. For some reason, this random little girl's stare was hysterically funny. Of all the things that had already happened to me today, this one moment had taken front and center.
I started to laugh. I looked at the little girl's intense face and just laughed. I closed my eyes and and let the laugh fully intoxicate me. When I opened them again, I saw that the little girl was smiling at me. Truly smiling. I smiled my widest back at her and together we beamed rays of happiness at each other. It was magical. Her face transformed from the dreary-pudgey-cheeks-kid to the oh-so-glorious-and-beautiful-smiling-child.
Suddenly, I really wanted to take this child home. She was darling. She was kind. She would beam rays of happiness at me and I would live happily ever after.
That was about the time her mother came and strolled her away. All I could do was sigh. Then I picked up the books I had discarded and continued to shelf. The last ray of happiness settling over my now weary frame. I sighed again. Then I went back to work, the memory of her smile imrpinted in my mind.
There's two boys and they are behaving pretty well, they aren't screaming, nor are they pulling all the books our of the shelves and then laughing manically at the mess they've made. I tend to steer clear of little kids for those very reasons. But what I also see is a small girl, strapped into a pink stroller. The most interesting feature about her is the fact that whoever dressed her had a sense of humor. The little hair she had was pulled into a on-top-of-the-head-ponytail. It flopped around whenever she moved her head.
Suddenly, she was staring intently at me. I did the thing that comes naturally, I smiled. She stared. I kept smiling. She kept staring. My smile started to fade and her stare just got more intense. Finally I decided to put my book away, like I was supposed to be doing.
I just couldn't help it though. I had to check and see if she was still staring at me. She was. I tried that smiling thing again. She didn't seem to know what I was doing because she continued her nice stare of death. But instead of getting mad, I started to crack up. For some reason, this random little girl's stare was hysterically funny. Of all the things that had already happened to me today, this one moment had taken front and center.
I started to laugh. I looked at the little girl's intense face and just laughed. I closed my eyes and and let the laugh fully intoxicate me. When I opened them again, I saw that the little girl was smiling at me. Truly smiling. I smiled my widest back at her and together we beamed rays of happiness at each other. It was magical. Her face transformed from the dreary-pudgey-cheeks-kid to the oh-so-glorious-and-beautiful-smiling-child.
Suddenly, I really wanted to take this child home. She was darling. She was kind. She would beam rays of happiness at me and I would live happily ever after.
That was about the time her mother came and strolled her away. All I could do was sigh. Then I picked up the books I had discarded and continued to shelf. The last ray of happiness settling over my now weary frame. I sighed again. Then I went back to work, the memory of her smile imrpinted in my mind.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Fashion? Who Needs That?
Picture this, if you will...
You glance out your window, you see a trio walking down the lane.
The first is a girl. She is wearing Jeans and a black leather jacket. She is walking briskly, striding out in front of the other two.
The second is a man, he is wearing nothing in particular, a black and green jacket, and tan slacks.
The third is shuffling behind, her hands in her pockets, her face pointed towards the ground. As they get closer, she lifts her head. You see she has headphones in her ears, as if trying to block out the world. She is wearing a sage green jacket, with only one of the buttons buttoned. You take a glance at her shirt, or shirts, for she is wearing two, as if she couldn't figure out which to wear, and then thinking that it was a cold day anyway, she might just as well wear both.
So a black shirt is over the white one, with the lovely green jacket. The most troubling thing about this girl's attire is not her mismatching tops, but the fact that she is wearing hot pink socks, underneath tan slip-on sandals. What was she thinking?
So, do you think you can guess which one is me?
You glance out your window, you see a trio walking down the lane.
The first is a girl. She is wearing Jeans and a black leather jacket. She is walking briskly, striding out in front of the other two.
The second is a man, he is wearing nothing in particular, a black and green jacket, and tan slacks.
The third is shuffling behind, her hands in her pockets, her face pointed towards the ground. As they get closer, she lifts her head. You see she has headphones in her ears, as if trying to block out the world. She is wearing a sage green jacket, with only one of the buttons buttoned. You take a glance at her shirt, or shirts, for she is wearing two, as if she couldn't figure out which to wear, and then thinking that it was a cold day anyway, she might just as well wear both.
So a black shirt is over the white one, with the lovely green jacket. The most troubling thing about this girl's attire is not her mismatching tops, but the fact that she is wearing hot pink socks, underneath tan slip-on sandals. What was she thinking?
So, do you think you can guess which one is me?
"They are making me go on a Walk, who needs those annoying things? hmph, now I have to wear a jacket outside because it's cold. Hm, I can't wear those shoes, they will give me blisters, no, those are my good shoes, oh, I guess I can wear these, they're comfortable. hm...I also happen to be wearing hot pink socks, oh well. Where is my iPod, they can't possibly expect me to go on a walk without my music."
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Don't Talk, Just Listen, Close Your Eyes And Just Let The Notes Flow Over You
So, Yesterday. It Was quite an epic day. It is the day that shall forever go down in history as the day that I, writerofdreams finally read the complete works of William Shakespeare. Yes, I finished. I am done. I will never, ever, have to read Shakespeare again! Or...at least until I go to college. At least I'll get a break...
I'm sure you remember that when I had completed my fearsome task, my mother had agreed to buy me any three CDs I wanted. So that day, we went to my all time favorite store: Wal*mart. I bought Relient K's almost two-week old CD, "Five Score And Seven Years Ago Special Edition" with an extra DVD and a very special exclusive plastic slip cover. Since I bought it at Wal*mart, they had a special deal and now I have an extra music video and song. Pretty nifty ey? I sure thought so.
For my second CD I got Anberlin's latest release (not even a month old yet) "Cities Special Edition" which, as you guessed it, had a additional DVD in it. it was definitely very cool. (I have already watched both of the New DVDs that I got, and Anberlin has TONS of stuff on it, making Relient K's look like it's lacking...but since I am a huge Fan of Relient K, I was fine because it had a slip cover and Anberlin did not. Note to Anberlin: Can't you get a cool slip cover for your next special edition CD?)
My third album I had to pre-order on the Internet. Because it is not yet available in stores. I got Family Force 5's "Business Up Front, Party In The Back: Diamond Edition" Which includes a whole bunch of more stuff. And since I pre-ordered it at Familychristian.com I might be getting an autographed copy. It said, "while supplies last" So that comes out the 20th. which is in only a couple days...and then I will get that lovely CD
Another piece of worthy news. I bought the first complete season of Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends on DVD. It looks so cool. I've only watched the first episode. But I'm looking forward to spending hours upon hours staring at the TV screen watching little creatures drawn in bright colors jump around the brightly drawn house they live in.
These Are Definitely, Very Exciting Times.
You should get in on the fun. Buy Relient K and Anberlin CD in mass quantities and let the smile come naturally to your somber face.
I'm sure you remember that when I had completed my fearsome task, my mother had agreed to buy me any three CDs I wanted. So that day, we went to my all time favorite store: Wal*mart. I bought Relient K's almost two-week old CD, "Five Score And Seven Years Ago Special Edition" with an extra DVD and a very special exclusive plastic slip cover. Since I bought it at Wal*mart, they had a special deal and now I have an extra music video and song. Pretty nifty ey? I sure thought so.
For my second CD I got Anberlin's latest release (not even a month old yet) "Cities Special Edition" which, as you guessed it, had a additional DVD in it. it was definitely very cool. (I have already watched both of the New DVDs that I got, and Anberlin has TONS of stuff on it, making Relient K's look like it's lacking...but since I am a huge Fan of Relient K, I was fine because it had a slip cover and Anberlin did not. Note to Anberlin: Can't you get a cool slip cover for your next special edition CD?)
My third album I had to pre-order on the Internet. Because it is not yet available in stores. I got Family Force 5's "Business Up Front, Party In The Back: Diamond Edition" Which includes a whole bunch of more stuff. And since I pre-ordered it at Familychristian.com I might be getting an autographed copy. It said, "while supplies last" So that comes out the 20th. which is in only a couple days...and then I will get that lovely CD
Another piece of worthy news. I bought the first complete season of Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends on DVD. It looks so cool. I've only watched the first episode. But I'm looking forward to spending hours upon hours staring at the TV screen watching little creatures drawn in bright colors jump around the brightly drawn house they live in.
These Are Definitely, Very Exciting Times.
You should get in on the fun. Buy Relient K and Anberlin CD in mass quantities and let the smile come naturally to your somber face.
Friday, March 16, 2007
The Tears Slowly Fall
The heavens are crying.
Their tears fall in great torrents, soaking the ground with sorrow. I watch from my window, feeling as sad as the dreary skies. My reflection mirrors the one I see outside.
And then I know,
I am not Alone.
Their tears fall in great torrents, soaking the ground with sorrow. I watch from my window, feeling as sad as the dreary skies. My reflection mirrors the one I see outside.
And then I know,
I am not Alone.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
My Latest Craze
This is the song that I am in love with at the moment:
"Fiends"
by Chasing Victory
From their latest Album "Fiends" not in stores until May 8th
I asked my mother if she wanted to hear my absolute all time favorite song, and her reply was, "what, your favorite of the day?"
Ha ha. I do Not change my favorite song everyday...more like every hour...
"Fiends"
by Chasing Victory
From their latest Album "Fiends" not in stores until May 8th
I asked my mother if she wanted to hear my absolute all time favorite song, and her reply was, "what, your favorite of the day?"
Ha ha. I do Not change my favorite song everyday...more like every hour...
Feeling Sick, Staring Listlessly Out The Window
I cancled Everything today. I was feeling horribly sick, I remained in bed for as long as I could stand, but then I had to get up.
I wanted the mail to bring me something today, but there was nothing that was totally exciting. Although, I did get a poster of an upcoming concert that I've already bought tickets for, I plan on hanging it up in my room and gazing at it longingly for several hours a day.
I spent too much time doing absolutely nothing. I tried not too, but I watched a movie I could have gone without, watched boring TV that I could have skipped, and spent too many hours looking at clothes on the internet I had no intention of buying. I will probably stop writing this soon, and go read some of that amazing stuff by William Shakespeare. And when I say Amazing, I would like you to know that I am saying it in a sarcastic tone of voice, with or without the raising of a left eyebrow. Whether or not you apply the raised left eyebrow to your mental image is up to you.
Fair Thee Well, With Or Without Thy Raised Eyebrow. Fie! Raised Eyebrows! Fie!
I wanted the mail to bring me something today, but there was nothing that was totally exciting. Although, I did get a poster of an upcoming concert that I've already bought tickets for, I plan on hanging it up in my room and gazing at it longingly for several hours a day.
I spent too much time doing absolutely nothing. I tried not too, but I watched a movie I could have gone without, watched boring TV that I could have skipped, and spent too many hours looking at clothes on the internet I had no intention of buying. I will probably stop writing this soon, and go read some of that amazing stuff by William Shakespeare. And when I say Amazing, I would like you to know that I am saying it in a sarcastic tone of voice, with or without the raising of a left eyebrow. Whether or not you apply the raised left eyebrow to your mental image is up to you.
Fair Thee Well, With Or Without Thy Raised Eyebrow. Fie! Raised Eyebrows! Fie!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Sitting Here, Listening To My Effect Radio...
It's day two of maniacal uploading CDs into iTunes. So far, so good, I think that I only have about 12 (?) CDs total - HEY! There's the little bleeping iTunes! (I am not trying to be obscene by implying I use foul language, that's the sound it makes, "bleep!") That means I can take the CD out of the computer and put in a new one.
So, I'm back from my obsessive CD swapping. I am going to finish up this blog entry and then I'm probably going to eat a cookie.
I did something very exciting today. I can't tell you what it is because that would be disclosing personal information and my parents don't believe in doing that sort of thing, especially on the Internet. So I will just tell you this. It involved long lines, picture taking, Rolling eyes, People dressed in (ahem) abstract ways, and lastly, form filling out and signing.
I am really hoping that I will finish my goal of reading the complete works of William Shakespeare, but that will involve me not typing up blog entries on the Internet. I only have 106 more pages, and that equals three plays...and then I be DONE! Done also equals THREE FREE CDS! Relient K and Anberlin will soon be in my hands...
I will leave you to ponder my weirdo life, and I will go eat a cookie...
So, I'm back from my obsessive CD swapping. I am going to finish up this blog entry and then I'm probably going to eat a cookie.
I did something very exciting today. I can't tell you what it is because that would be disclosing personal information and my parents don't believe in doing that sort of thing, especially on the Internet. So I will just tell you this. It involved long lines, picture taking, Rolling eyes, People dressed in (ahem) abstract ways, and lastly, form filling out and signing.
I am really hoping that I will finish my goal of reading the complete works of William Shakespeare, but that will involve me not typing up blog entries on the Internet. I only have 106 more pages, and that equals three plays...and then I be DONE! Done also equals THREE FREE CDS! Relient K and Anberlin will soon be in my hands...
I will leave you to ponder my weirdo life, and I will go eat a cookie...
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
With My Headphones Plugged In, I Can Jam All Day Long
I slip the CD in
I watch it load
I wait
I watch
When I hear the beep
I slip the CD out
I repeat
Slip in
Slip out
Slip in
Slip out
I am updating my iTunes library...adding my whole CD collection. How much longer until I am done? I'm not sure. I'm just working on the slip in, slip out technique. I try not to focus on how many more CDs I have to put in, that would be too depressing. I'm taking a break from watching the little green wave to type up this entry. And then I will go back to my iTunes, I will probably click around, seeing what happens when I click certain buttons, and seeing the little screens that come up asking me if I really want to do whatever I just clicked on. At this point, I will have assumed that since I don't know what I really am doing, I'll stop and start poking around somewhere else.
I watch it load
I wait
I watch
When I hear the beep
I slip the CD out
I repeat
Slip in
Slip out
Slip in
Slip out
I am updating my iTunes library...adding my whole CD collection. How much longer until I am done? I'm not sure. I'm just working on the slip in, slip out technique. I try not to focus on how many more CDs I have to put in, that would be too depressing. I'm taking a break from watching the little green wave to type up this entry. And then I will go back to my iTunes, I will probably click around, seeing what happens when I click certain buttons, and seeing the little screens that come up asking me if I really want to do whatever I just clicked on. At this point, I will have assumed that since I don't know what I really am doing, I'll stop and start poking around somewhere else.
Monday, March 12, 2007
My Mouse Feels A Bit Wonky...
I left for work only about 6 hours ago, and I come back to my beloved computer and put my hand to the mouse and...it feels messed up. Like someone chewed on half of it and forgot to chew on the other half. It feels as if someone was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that they filled to much so that in the process of eating it spilled over onto their hands and then they went to the computer to play an intensive game of spider solitaire. I do not like it at all...it's kind of gross, and brings up disturbing images...
Now I feel like I need to wash my hands...
Now I feel like I need to wash my hands...
That is Awesome!
What is something that is really cool? Requesting a song on your favorite radio station and then hearing the DJ anounce your name and your request on air! Whoo hoo! I couldn't believe it! The song that I requested was "pitiful" by Blindside. I can't remember what album it is from, but I really like that song. That was a awesome experience. I think that I'm going to request another song.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
A Bizarre And Tiring Day
Things that have happened to me today:
1. I got poked by a person who does lots of random things, he scratched his arm and made monkey sounds.
2. A kid in blue hair handed me a flyer for a imaginary circus.
3. I got made fun of for pretending to be a wall flower (leaning against a wall and spreading my arms out slightly for the leafy part, my head being the flower) because nobody could figure out what I was. I looked like some "weirdo person sprawled against a wall".
4. Got a cheery smile from a person who's face was painted gray and had elephant ears.
5. I wore a t-shirt with a couple of skulls on it and had to explain the meaning. there is no meaning, at least, none that I can think of...It's a Relient K T-Shirt.
6. Ate a brownie.
7. Laughed so loudly and hysterically people wondered about my mental stability
All these things that I listed actually happened to me. I did not make any of them up. Numbers 2 and 4 happened in the same building.
Doesn't my day sound so much more interesting when I take all the weirdest moments and cut those in half, then just give you a snipit of that? Makes my life seem more exciting then it actually was. Kind of like how previews take all the funny/horrific/scary/romanceful parts and put them in the 30 second long preview, leaving you wondering what could possibly be in the movie that you didn't already see in the preview...
1. I got poked by a person who does lots of random things, he scratched his arm and made monkey sounds.
2. A kid in blue hair handed me a flyer for a imaginary circus.
3. I got made fun of for pretending to be a wall flower (leaning against a wall and spreading my arms out slightly for the leafy part, my head being the flower) because nobody could figure out what I was. I looked like some "weirdo person sprawled against a wall".
4. Got a cheery smile from a person who's face was painted gray and had elephant ears.
5. I wore a t-shirt with a couple of skulls on it and had to explain the meaning. there is no meaning, at least, none that I can think of...It's a Relient K T-Shirt.
6. Ate a brownie.
7. Laughed so loudly and hysterically people wondered about my mental stability
All these things that I listed actually happened to me. I did not make any of them up. Numbers 2 and 4 happened in the same building.
Doesn't my day sound so much more interesting when I take all the weirdest moments and cut those in half, then just give you a snipit of that? Makes my life seem more exciting then it actually was. Kind of like how previews take all the funny/horrific/scary/romanceful parts and put them in the 30 second long preview, leaving you wondering what could possibly be in the movie that you didn't already see in the preview...
Saturday, March 10, 2007
I fell asleep and dreamed of happiness
So last night I went to bed at around midnight...and then I had to get up at 7 for a fundraiser we were doing for our church. So I slaved away hauling bags of mulch from 8-11:30am. It was loads of fun. And I'm even saying that sarcastically. I fell asleep on the way back home in the back of the car, dreaming weird things and half waking up when we went over bumps, and then falling back asleep and picking up where I left off in my dream world. When we were home and I had woken up, I didn't remember anything that I dreamed about, which is really strange, because I usually wake up in the mornings with my dream floating before my head. And then, slowly, the bits and pieces start to fade and I'm left with just the gist of the dream, the most weird and bizarre parts. But it is interesting, that when I fall asleep during the day I had dreams that I don't remember, and at night, or at least, when I wake up after I've been asleep all night, I do remember my dreams, although, sometimes I wish I hadn't...
I got a check in the mail and a T-Shirt that I ordered from the internet. It was very nice to come home to, seeing a package with my name on it. It made me smile. To date, I am at least expecting a couple more things in the mail, since I got the check and shirt all I'm missing is the concert tickets, CDs and...what else? I thought there was something else...hm...
Now I'm off to listen to my beloved radio station (the effect radio, see link on left)and pine after the newest Relient K CD that I do not yet have(Due to William Shakespeare)...
I got a check in the mail and a T-Shirt that I ordered from the internet. It was very nice to come home to, seeing a package with my name on it. It made me smile. To date, I am at least expecting a couple more things in the mail, since I got the check and shirt all I'm missing is the concert tickets, CDs and...what else? I thought there was something else...hm...
Now I'm off to listen to my beloved radio station (the effect radio, see link on left)and pine after the newest Relient K CD that I do not yet have(Due to William Shakespeare)...
Friday, March 9, 2007
Will I Remain Titleless, The Titleless Entry?
Reading various things on the internet I discovered youtube.com, a place I had never been before because of my lack of DSL. It is definitely a very interesting place. And I think that I rather like it. I saw the most amusing spoof of a Anberlin music video. It had me laughing in fits. Anberlin Music Video Spoof
It brought a ray of light to my otherwise gloomy day. I also saw that I needed to buy the new Relient K album so that they can have the number one bestselling CD for their first week of release. So...I'm going to have to finish up my Shakespeare, then I can get my five score and seven years ago CD. Whoo hoo!
It brought a ray of light to my otherwise gloomy day. I also saw that I needed to buy the new Relient K album so that they can have the number one bestselling CD for their first week of release. So...I'm going to have to finish up my Shakespeare, then I can get my five score and seven years ago CD. Whoo hoo!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
I watch as the clouds flow by
I had the strangest dream last night. And I woke up with it still roaming around my head, with bits and pieces jumping out at me and making me shudder. I told this to my mother and she said that I should write it down. I couldn't write it down. parts of it were so bizarre and grotesque that in my dream they just seemed weird, but in reality they would qualify a lack of good standing mental state. I'd be embarrassed to have written it down. Seriously.
I also woke up feeling as if I had been hit by a truck and everybody had forgotten to tell me so. My whole body ached, as if I had been laying in that position the whole night, tensing all my muscles, as if dreading something...which I probably was. I was dreading to go to sleep. I always do.
Sleeping seems like such a waste of time. Especially when I could be doing something else far more worthwhile...like...listening to the effect radio. Which I am doing right now...Leeland's harmonious voice is wafting through my headphones. headphones that I am required to wear, because the rest of my family does not want to listen to my "hard rock" music.
Today I am going to buy some tickets to a concert I really wanted to go to last year, but couldn't because I didn't buy the tickets soon enough and then there wasn't ones for the particular day that I wanted, and then it turned out that I had to go to some parent's friend's party. I wanted to wear all black clothes to their outside soiree, but I thought that it might look bad when people asked me,
Then the questioner will look at me as if I'm slightly crazy and word will get around that I'd rather be at some concert then this party and the hosts will come over and be very annoyed and then promptly kick me out of their evening party. I will sit on the sidewalk in front of their house, waiting for my parents, listening to the music on the other side of the fence behind me, and seeing the glistening party lights swaying in the gentle breeze. I will be left all by myself, with only the lighting bugs for company.
I also woke up feeling as if I had been hit by a truck and everybody had forgotten to tell me so. My whole body ached, as if I had been laying in that position the whole night, tensing all my muscles, as if dreading something...which I probably was. I was dreading to go to sleep. I always do.
Sleeping seems like such a waste of time. Especially when I could be doing something else far more worthwhile...like...listening to the effect radio. Which I am doing right now...Leeland's harmonious voice is wafting through my headphones. headphones that I am required to wear, because the rest of my family does not want to listen to my "hard rock" music.
Today I am going to buy some tickets to a concert I really wanted to go to last year, but couldn't because I didn't buy the tickets soon enough and then there wasn't ones for the particular day that I wanted, and then it turned out that I had to go to some parent's friend's party. I wanted to wear all black clothes to their outside soiree, but I thought that it might look bad when people asked me,
"oh, why are you wearing all black, you don't usually wear all black, you're not really the gothic type?"And I reply,
"I'm wearing black because I'm actually in mourning"the questioner raises one eyebrow and looks intriqued.
"While you and I are here, at this evening gathering for that certain individual standing over there by the punch, I am mourning the fact that I could be at my very special music concert, listening to my beloved Falling Up live"
Then the questioner will look at me as if I'm slightly crazy and word will get around that I'd rather be at some concert then this party and the hosts will come over and be very annoyed and then promptly kick me out of their evening party. I will sit on the sidewalk in front of their house, waiting for my parents, listening to the music on the other side of the fence behind me, and seeing the glistening party lights swaying in the gentle breeze. I will be left all by myself, with only the lighting bugs for company.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
How I love thee let me count the Artists
Oh how I love the effect radio! here is a linkaroonies! My Beloved
Other then that, let us see, what have I been doing? Well, I have been manically checking out this new computer of ours and seeing how it works, since it is nearly two years older then our last computer. My, my, my, how things have changed. I love this being constantly hooked up to the internet thing. It is totally awesome. I can listen to my beloved radio and sing along, much to the amusement and horror of my other family members...
I started a new YA fiction book...(I just had to take a break from shakespeare, but I am definitely going to start that up again...as soon as the effects of the effect radio and internet-on-all-the-time-coolness wear off...) And the book is very amusing, it deals a lot with shoes, and that makes me smile, because I think that shoes are very cool and take them with me wherever I go.
I just saw the movie "Bridge to Terebitha" in theaters today. It was awesome. I totally loved it. I cried for the whole last 15 minutes of the film, but that made it all the better. It was definitely a Writer movie. You know what those are right? Writer movies are movies that inspire you to write something glorious, something that will change the world, you watch a Writer movie and smile and cry at the same time, you want to write some as amazing as what you just saw, after seeing the movie, your brain is brimming with ideas and sub-plots, you just have to Write.
I will definitely be buying Bridge to Terebitha when it comes out on DVD. You can count on that...
To finish off, here are some lyrics that are playing on the effect radio, Lost Ocean's song "Just Glide" = "sidewalks are a convas, we'll do what we do"
Other then that, let us see, what have I been doing? Well, I have been manically checking out this new computer of ours and seeing how it works, since it is nearly two years older then our last computer. My, my, my, how things have changed. I love this being constantly hooked up to the internet thing. It is totally awesome. I can listen to my beloved radio and sing along, much to the amusement and horror of my other family members...
I started a new YA fiction book...(I just had to take a break from shakespeare, but I am definitely going to start that up again...as soon as the effects of the effect radio and internet-on-all-the-time-coolness wear off...) And the book is very amusing, it deals a lot with shoes, and that makes me smile, because I think that shoes are very cool and take them with me wherever I go.
I just saw the movie "Bridge to Terebitha" in theaters today. It was awesome. I totally loved it. I cried for the whole last 15 minutes of the film, but that made it all the better. It was definitely a Writer movie. You know what those are right? Writer movies are movies that inspire you to write something glorious, something that will change the world, you watch a Writer movie and smile and cry at the same time, you want to write some as amazing as what you just saw, after seeing the movie, your brain is brimming with ideas and sub-plots, you just have to Write.
I will definitely be buying Bridge to Terebitha when it comes out on DVD. You can count on that...
To finish off, here are some lyrics that are playing on the effect radio, Lost Ocean's song "Just Glide" = "sidewalks are a convas, we'll do what we do"
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Oh Happy Day!
I am reunited with my love! The Effect Radio is here! I am listening to it. Right. Now! http://effectradio.com/index.htm
At this moment, I don't really know who is playing...hehe, so I am going to devote all my time to listening and memorizing every song they play...or...maybe not.
EFFECT RADIO!
YAY!
At this moment, I don't really know who is playing...hehe, so I am going to devote all my time to listening and memorizing every song they play...or...maybe not.
EFFECT RADIO!
YAY!
Monday, March 5, 2007
How I Yearn To Hear Your Voice...
Anberlin, Anberlin, oh where art thou Anberlin?
Hehehe, I have been seriously waiting for my precious Anberlin. They came out so long ago, and yet I do not have them in my grasp. How can this be? You know me for the fiendish music hoarder that I am, but yet, I did not have the new Anberlin cd the day it came out. Why? Because even more then music, I love a good deal. I have been awarded by my mother, 3 free CDs. All I have to do to get them is...read the complete works of William Shakespeare, in it's original old english. I have been straining and reading tirelessly, but I still have about 450 more pages! ARGH!
The only reason that I am even bothering to write a nice little blog entry is because me and my friend have issued each other a challenge, to write in a blog for 30 days, and so I have to write at least one entry, and I knew that if I didn't do it sometime this morning I would totally forget and wake up tomorrow pulling at my hair and screaming...
So, for the sake of my family, and my own sanity, I am thus writing this.
As soon as shakespeare and me are done, Anberlin and me will be together...forever.
Hehehe, I have been seriously waiting for my precious Anberlin. They came out so long ago, and yet I do not have them in my grasp. How can this be? You know me for the fiendish music hoarder that I am, but yet, I did not have the new Anberlin cd the day it came out. Why? Because even more then music, I love a good deal. I have been awarded by my mother, 3 free CDs. All I have to do to get them is...read the complete works of William Shakespeare, in it's original old english. I have been straining and reading tirelessly, but I still have about 450 more pages! ARGH!
The only reason that I am even bothering to write a nice little blog entry is because me and my friend have issued each other a challenge, to write in a blog for 30 days, and so I have to write at least one entry, and I knew that if I didn't do it sometime this morning I would totally forget and wake up tomorrow pulling at my hair and screaming...
So, for the sake of my family, and my own sanity, I am thus writing this.
As soon as shakespeare and me are done, Anberlin and me will be together...forever.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Will The Sun Come Up and Shine Through My Window?
Falling Up is on a continuious spin cycle. I don't know if I will ever tire of listening to it. Over the past two days I have been bruised, sore, gone to singing competitions, watched movies for 8 hours straight, eaten a soncic strawberry slushy, looked at computers on display, babysat 6 children for 2 1/2 hours, but mostly, I have been pining for my Beloved. My lovely radio station.
http://effectradio.com/index.htm
I could really use some sun.
http://effectradio.com/index.htm
I could really use some sun.
Saturday, March 3, 2007
One of the Reasons I Dislike Sleeping
I woke up and felt as if I had been sleeping for years. Now, that might sound refreshing, but it isn't if you feel somewhat like the matrix, you go to sleep in one world and wake up in another. That is kind of what it felt like. I have such weird and vivid dreams. Even though I was awake, I still felt like part of me was in that dream world that I had left behind, I felt as if part of me did not want to leave the dream world. That thought brought me back to reality, but it also made me wonder, was it the right reality?
Friday, March 2, 2007
In My State of Delirium
I have been manically listening to Falling Up's latest album, "Exit>Lights". Even when I'm not listening to it I still have it running around my head. Like this moment for instance. "I'll close the door, there's no one home..."
We have weird Squirrels that hang out in our backyard. They are slightly annoying. I'll look outside and see them running and chasing after each other, and by the time they are out of sight I will have forgotten what I was originally doing. This seems to happen a lot, so much that I'm starting to think that the squirrels are in on it...
I await eagerly for my beloved. How soon until me and my love can live together?
My parents finally got high-speed Internet. We bought it day before last. But yet here I am, talking to you through dial-up. What is up with that you ask? It is much too long of a story to tell, trust me, you'd get bored and probably never visit my blog again, which we most definitely do not want to happen. So, here is the short, short version: parents buy high-speed Internet, can't install to old computer, search for new computer, we still don't have a new computer, me sitting here typing away to you when I could be with my beloved.
When I talk about my beloved, I'm using it in a very flippant way, and I'm talking about my favorite radio station. I can't listen to it with dial-up. It says it's connecting, I wait, it connects, or at least, it stops saying that it's connecting, and then I press the play button, it says it's connecting, repeat, repeat, repeat, eventually you throw the computer out the window. Something has always stopped me from getting to that level, but I assure you, it would not have been pleasant, nor pleased my parents.
I am off to read Shakespeare and pine for my beloved radio station...
We have weird Squirrels that hang out in our backyard. They are slightly annoying. I'll look outside and see them running and chasing after each other, and by the time they are out of sight I will have forgotten what I was originally doing. This seems to happen a lot, so much that I'm starting to think that the squirrels are in on it...
I await eagerly for my beloved. How soon until me and my love can live together?
My parents finally got high-speed Internet. We bought it day before last. But yet here I am, talking to you through dial-up. What is up with that you ask? It is much too long of a story to tell, trust me, you'd get bored and probably never visit my blog again, which we most definitely do not want to happen. So, here is the short, short version: parents buy high-speed Internet, can't install to old computer, search for new computer, we still don't have a new computer, me sitting here typing away to you when I could be with my beloved.
When I talk about my beloved, I'm using it in a very flippant way, and I'm talking about my favorite radio station. I can't listen to it with dial-up. It says it's connecting, I wait, it connects, or at least, it stops saying that it's connecting, and then I press the play button, it says it's connecting, repeat, repeat, repeat, eventually you throw the computer out the window. Something has always stopped me from getting to that level, but I assure you, it would not have been pleasant, nor pleased my parents.
I am off to read Shakespeare and pine for my beloved radio station...
Thursday, March 1, 2007
First Offical Day Of Posting (and this is what i got?)
Today was a very, very, very long day.
I left the house at 8:45am and now have just gotten back home 12 hours later. Should that even be allowed? I missed my room. I missed my bed. I missed my downstairs couch. I missed sitting down on the somewhat clean carpet in my room and listening to the tunes coming out of my iPod.
Enough about whatever I was going on about. This blog is supposed to be...hm...I guess I should decide. But really, my only goal was to write in a blog everyday for the whole month of March. So far, so good. heheheheh...
My first offical post and I'm so tired I can't even think straight. You don't mind though...
I left the house at 8:45am and now have just gotten back home 12 hours later. Should that even be allowed? I missed my room. I missed my bed. I missed my downstairs couch. I missed sitting down on the somewhat clean carpet in my room and listening to the tunes coming out of my iPod.
Enough about whatever I was going on about. This blog is supposed to be...hm...I guess I should decide. But really, my only goal was to write in a blog everyday for the whole month of March. So far, so good. heheheheh...
My first offical post and I'm so tired I can't even think straight. You don't mind though...
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
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