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...

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.

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.

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.

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

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...

Bleh...

Still sick. Still having to blow my nose. Still can't breathe through my nose. Still sick.

ARGH! I hate being sick.

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.

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,

"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.

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.

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.

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?

"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."

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.

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.

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...

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!

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...

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.

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...

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.

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...

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)...

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!

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,

"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.

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"

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!

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.

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.

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?

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...

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...