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.

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.

Eating Pizza Late At Night......

I am so hungry.

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.

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?

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.

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?