Sorry, I have returned...

Yes, that's right, I am back. Back from where, I don't know, but I've apparently been gone for quite a while. Happy birthday to me, a few days late, though I did get my new license today, with a very nice new picture... very nice indeed.

Anyway, I've decided there really are no priviledges to being 18, except that I can buy my own cold medicine. Yipee... Now if I were a smoker... Davy was very excited for me that I can now purchase lottery tickets. Again I say yipee... I have bad luck, so I'm not wasting my dollar.

I want to warn you all not to give me anything important for a while now. I have lost just about everything I've touched in the last couple days. First, I lost my pictures. Still haven't found those. Not a clue where they are, I was really hoping they'd be in Jo's truck. Jo, you should check the front seat too. Next, I lost my Y card tonight within like 5 feet of my car. I still think it is somewhere in my car, but I can't seem to find it. It was in my hand, I promise. I also lost a book last week, but I found it this weekend, so hopefully the same will be true with everything else.

I had a very enjoyable birthday, or two birthdays actually. It would have helped tremendously if I had not been sick for both, but oh well. I very much enjoy roller-skating once in a while, even if little brats do take me all the way out on purpose. It's okay, Jo gave him what he deserved. I also enjoy movie nights, most of them anyway, which is good since I had what, 3 of them this weekend. That's too many movies. It's okay though.

I still need to watch the Incredibles, which I want to do this week, but I don't have time. Oh well. This week is gonna be crazy. I have too much to do. I really have to get crackin' on this music, since I have to perform is Saturday. I'm thinkin' there's no State for Lendi this year, seriously. My flute stuff isn't ready, and if I'm still sick I'm not gonna have a chance on the vocal stuff. I was countin' on it, so we'll hope I have a voice by then.

I actually almost wouldn't mind missing State this year, as it's the same day as prom and I'm gonna have to rush like crazy to get back. Not excited about that. Not excited about spending that much time with unidentified band director either. Oh well, we'll see what happens. I had my awesome music year last year, so no matter what happens this year it's gonna seem like it stinks.

Next week is also gonna be crazy. I have State for the whole band on Tuesday, then Wednesday there is a business contest I'm going on, then we are seriously talking about skipping on Thursday, and right now I don't remember why, and then Friday I'm gonna have to skip cuz we're leaving for that convention. Great fun. I'm gonna have a lot of make-up stuff to do though, so I'm not too excited about that. Oh well. I guess technically I don't have to keep my grades up this semester, except that I'm too much of a perfectionist to let them drop, so I'll stress myself out anyway.

Well, I'm sure my vast audience is getting bored by now, so I'll let you all go. If I'm snippy this week, I'm sorry, it's the stress. Just wanted to apologize in advance, though I'm gonna try to be cheery. We'll just have to wait and see. Well, ta ta for now...

See Nick, I am too a sock...

You are a sock.
You are a cozy, fuzzy, warm-hearted person. A lot of your friends describe you as a hopeless romantic. You fall for the opposite sex very easily. But be careful, because usually you don't know what you are getting into, and because you are very sensitive, you can get hurt... especially in early relationships. Also, don't exclude the cold-hearted from your "want-list", because they just might be looking for a kind person to warm up their heart.... or a sock to warm up their feet.Most compatible with: Toilet paper.

In record time...

Hmmm... this is gonna be a record-setter. I have approximately 11 minutes to make a highly creative post. Okay, so maybe not so creative, but at least halfway interesting. I'm supposed to be working on a book about muscle systems, appropriate for 3rd and 4th graders, but my partner is a slacker and is playing chess instead. Excuse me, getting beat at chess by none other than Coach Woods. Pathetic.

So let's see, next hour I have an interview with Mr. Cummins for a story that will probably never be printed, but who knows. As soon as I'm done there, I should have another one with Mr. Jordan, a man to whom I have never spoken before. Should be great fun. Sometimes I like journalism. Sometimes I loathe it.

Let's see, another fun subject. NHS inductions. I'm still angry with my good friend Ms. Campbell, who so far hasn't done a thing she's said she'd do all year. GRRRRR!!!! Oh well, only what, 24 more days, or something close to that. Ha, Graham and I are gonna be gone the day these books are due, so we're gonna have an extra weekend. Yea!!!

See, I am bipolar, I just went from grrr to yea in less than a paragraph. Well, I think my 11 minutes are close to being over, but I'm not sure. My slacking partner told me to rent Finding Neverland to bring to his house on Saturday, a thought I had already had, but now it's official. Sorry Jo, you'll live, as will the rest of you boys.

I want to know what's up with these "poison pen" :) letters. I just don't get it. Why would somebody do that? I mean, I can be a hateful person, but I'd never do something like that. I don't understand things like that. I heard some more details on it, which I'll fill you in on later, but I don't know much. I think my time is up, so I'm gonna go, but I'll talk to ya soon... :)

The post from outer space...

Sorry, not sure where that come from at all. I just had this flash memory of that movie I used to love, "The Cat from Outer Space." Man, old Disney's are great...

Anyway, I am officially a member of the Joplin Family YMCA. Fun stuff. We had an envigorating workout tonight, and I basically kept up with Jo. I was proud of myself. I'll be even more proud in the morning when I can't walk.

It's very hard to write a blog while conversing with two people, one of whom is being a complete jerk and keeping secrets from you. That's a horrible thing to do to someone, just so you all know. The other is still receiving the incredibly huge picture I sent him.

Hmm, my cd stopped. That's not cool. Okay, it's good now. There are times when I can't take the silence. Instead of silence, it's more of an annoying echo of thoughts. Very terrible. So hmm, I need to write about how I suddenly became me. I also need to write all about Bell's Palsy, but I'm not in the writing mood tonight. I have to have a creative surge, or something like that.

It's taken like an hour and a half to make this post, if that tells you anything. I'm such a great conversationalist...

It is better to know that the secrets being told about you are happy ones and not angry ones. It is still frustrating, but at least I can handle happy secrets.... (Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me...)

So hmm, I'm pretty much out of things to say, except that I encourage you all to never trust the Joplin Globe with anything even minutely time-sensitive, cuz they won't get it back to you on time. I'm angry with them, happy with most everything else at the moment.

Well, farewell from you new YMCA member. I'm gonna be nice and fit, and my prom dress is so gonna fit... :)

K, sorry, one more. I just can't stop!!!

It must be great to be that little...

I'm out of captions

Hmmm....

Yea for Eva Jo!!! She can slide. :)

Ah, this is great, but again, not many words...

There are no words... :)

The park is a great place to kill a Sunday night...

Yea, one page down...

Yep, that's right, dedication page is down, just like 30 more to go, or somewhere around there... I'm not real happy with it, but it works. It's a good thing scrapbooking is not an exact art, or I'd stink at it...

So yeah, lazer tag is great fun occasionally, except when stupid kids cheat, not our kids by the way. Our kids are above cheating... generally speaking. It's not good, however, when along with their ice cream, they happen to witness the two girls making out in the McDonald's parking lot. Sorry for any of you with sensitive minds, I know it's not a fun picture.

Anyway, on a lighter note, the second McDonald's of the day was a much more pleasant experience, even if Brandon is a jerk and throws my Mr. Incredible across the room. Did I mention that Brandon is a jerk? Sorry Jo... :)

It is very fun to ride along and sing Relient K songs at the top of your lungs with Jo, especially when it's loud enough you can't hear each other singing, or more accurately, wailing. We beat the 10 o'clock train tonight, by the way, by like 15 minutes. I was excited. You'd think after like a year and a half of coming home around that time every Sunday and Wednesday night, I'd have it all figured out, but no, last week I got stuck again. Oh well.

Well, I'm going now, because I have to go be introspective and write the "Who Am I?" chapter for my memory book. This is proving quite challenging. As I said before, it's hard to answer a question you're not sure of the answer to. Oh well, I guess we'll just see what happens in this little time of introspection. It's probly a good time to write it, since I'm currently on the good side of my bipolarity. I'm coming down quickly though, because I'm getting sleepy already, so I'm gonna have to get busy. So why am I still talking, you say? I don't know the answer to that either, except that I don't really want to be finished with this yet, but I know I need to be.

Oh, I apologize for the lack of park pictures, but my bloggerbot is currently being stupid, and won't post anything. Sorry... Talk to y'all later.

My Favorite Things...

I'm working on my favorite things list for my memory book. It might be kinda hard to come up with a hundred. I'm not naming names, so that takes away a whole bunch of the ones I had counted on. Oh well, I will figure it out...

So tonight was great fun. Swinging in the park at night is very enjoyable. If you're lucky, there will be pictures on here eventually, though nothing's working right on this computer tonight, so you'll actually be lucky if this even makes it. I'll be mad if they don't though. I'm already mad cuz nothing will work.

Hmm, so tonight I put together a hundred piece puzzle with a 6-year-old. Fun. Actually, a couple chunks were already together, and she got bored pretty quick, so basically I did it by myself. Typical Saturday night entertainment for me... sad, huh?

So let's see, what else was amusing today? Not a whole lot. Darren and Whitney's wedding was very nice, if not also slightly amusing. It's great when the bride and groom are trying not to laugh for pretty much the whole ceremony. For some reason I have a feeling I'll be in that boat. Well, maybe. Maybe I'll never know. It's also kinda weird to think she's only a year older than all of us... It's not so far away anymore, it seems.

Well, I think I'm about done with this. Hopefully the pics will be up sometime soon, and if not I'll have to try again. Oh well. Well, that's all, folks...

When you're feelin' all alone...

Yep, I'm feelin' all alone, I got no friends on the phone, though it's not my all-time low, thought y'all would be around. Ha, that was fun. Probly the most fun I'm gonna have on here tonight, cuz nobody is here to talk to me. So hmmm, I got my hair done tonight. It is great fun. Not too drastic, but nice and multi-tone red. Fun stuff. It's a little shorter than I intended, cuz she said she was taking off about 3/4 of an inch, but really took off about an inch and a half, but whatever, I'm not too picky these days. Well, I guess that depends on the day.

Well, I wrote some very introspective stuff last night, not on here, but while working on my memory book. I will tell you that it is very hard to write and essay titled, "Who Am I?" when you're really not sure of the answer to that question. I've been working on figuring that out, but I don't think it's gonna happen by Tuesday. I'm open to any creative ideas as to how to write that chapter...

Have you ever (ha, now I sound like Nick) had an itch on your toe that just won't go away, and you don't know what it is? I'm experiencing that now. My toe looks like it's swelling up, but I can't figure out why. It hasn't been out of its shoe all day till now. Hmmm, there's my good buddy Graham. Maybe he'll want to talk to me since nobody else does. Maybe not.

Oh, I must tell you all that my favorite color this year is green. I just got a really fun pair of green capris, and also a pair of denim ones, but anyway, the green ones are really fun. They have a really good sale going on at Goody's right now. I had decided not to wear capris this year, but now I changed my mind, since I found fun green ones, and denim ones with a fun green and orange belt. These pairs actually fit, instead of being skin-tight like the ones I refuse to wear from last year. I'm not sure why I ever wore them, except that I had to have been smaller then. Sometimes it's interesting to go thru old pictures and see all the stuff that you used to wear, and the way you used to wear you hair, and think, "What was I thinking?!"

Maybe you all should stay away from here more often. This will be the most organized blog I've posted in a while, mostly because I'm making an effort to put a space between the random thoughts, instead of just making one long paragraph. I also decided that when things aren't broken up, they're not near as much fun to read. It gets frustrating looking at something and deciding that it has no end.

I actually like the one sentence paragraphs the best, I think.

Thanks Jo, for not inviting me to the little party y'all are having without me. No wonder nobody's here. Wow, seriously, thanks... I love being excluded.

I almost just started writing about my hair again, cuz I couldn't remember if I already had or not, but now I see that I did, so I won't bore you all with that again. I think I'm about out of subjects, so this is the end, and I'm singing this song and I get to decide when it's the end, and it's not the end, oh it's not the end, still not the end, okay, this is the end...

"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell..."

So yeah, I had a lot of things to talk about tonight, but I don't remember what they were now. I need to get to work on this memory book thing, so this is gonna be short and sweet. "Pretty soon they'll come and get me, oh they're takin' me away..." We'll hope they come soon, cuz my pinkie needs to pop. Sorry, not sure where that came from. "You don't mean to make me cry, but it's so hard to say goodbye..." Goodbye....

Wow, it's cold...

It's really cold in here tonight. Someday I'm going to invent a blanket with armholes for reading and typing. I've wanted one since I was like 10. It wouldn't be too hard to make, but I'd feel bad cutting holes in my blankets. I've almost done it several times. Well, anyway, I gave blood again today. Great fun, let me tell you. It amazes me how some people like my left arm and some like my right arm. I really wanted it done in my left one, especially since that was the one they could find the veins in last time, but this lady insists on putting it in the right one... grrrr, I wish they'd make up their minds. I think my left arm is more pain tolerant anyway, but oh well, I guess it works in either one. So hmm, what else do I have an opinion about tonight. Not a whole lot, actually. I'm sleepy, probly from loss of blood. I mean that seriously. It makes me really sleepy for the rest of the day. I will tell you though, that for anyone who usually only showers in the morning, that on occasion a shower at night feels really good. I enjoyed the one I had earlier, at least. Maybe that's another reason I'm really sleepy now.
Well, today was a good day. Today I wouldn't pick up and leave near as fast as I would have yesterday, but maybe that's just cuz tonight I'm tired and yesterday I wasn't, who knows. Either way, I'll be glad to sleep in my nice warm bed here pretty soon. If I were energetic, I'd go get the camera and put blood drive pics on here, but I think that's just gonna have to wait till tomorrow night, or Thursday, or whenever I get around to it.
I also just want to let you all know that I have one really really long pinkie nail. I am proud of it. It's the longest natural nail I've ever had. We'll see how long it lasts. I'm sure it's days are few. I'm surprised it survived the pre-blood-giving nervousness today.
Anyway, my birthday is soon, so I guess that's exciting, though it really doesn't mean anything. I apparently have my whole day planned out that day though, so it should be great fun. I noticed that the whole day didn't begin till lunch, to allow for the much needed sleep-in I'll be getting. Very good planning Jo. I notice Jo just got on, but she's not talking to me... hmmm... Oh, I see, Brandon's on. :) Sorry, couldn't help myself. :)
I'm getting even more sleepy now, but at least it enables me to have the patience to write a semi-long blog, even if it is random and unorganized. I'm becoming well known on here for complaining. Ok, so well-known means Nick thinks I complain a lot. He's right. I have to complain somewhere though. Better on here than in person, though I'm afraid I complain more than I realize in person too. Oh well, if people get tired enough of me, they can always leave, or tell me to leave.
Well, this is getting long, and more and more confusing, so I'm gonna stop. Way to go blood drivers, we were close if we didn't quite meet our goal. I'm very proud... See y'all real soon...

I gotta get outa here!!!

Well, that about says it right there. If I had my choice, I would do it right now. This last week has been the most restless of my life. What can I do? I really want to leave for a while, and come back when I've figured it all out, maybe when I've proven to myself that I don't need people. I might be back soon when I figured out I did, but at least I'd have all this out of my system... Well, since leaving isn't an option, cuz mom and dad would never go for it, I guess I'll have to suffer. Hmm, I gotta get outa here... That's all I can think right now. I can't focus on anything. Well, my research paper's done and turned in. How liberating... seriously. Now for the scrapbooks, which I overheard her telling Marie were going to be very crammed for time. Oh no, I'm not doing well with deadlines right now. I can't focus long enough to get them met. One reason I haven't posted in a while. I can't keep thoughts together long enough to write one. Well, because of this need for change and spontaneity, I'm very excited about my cut and color on Friday. Maybe I'll do something drastic. Maybe that'd make me feel better, or maybe worse, who can tell? Maybe I'll shave my head and color my scalp. Okay, maybe not. Well, I'm out of random and spontaneous things to say, or maybe I'm just tired of the time it takes to type them, which is not much, which emphasizes my restlessness... Hmmm...

This is my bestest Buddy. He's fat and cute and fuzzy. :)

Wow, wish I was that talented...

Concentration.... sometimes hard for a 10-year-old... especially when Grace wants that piece...

Hmmm.......

Kinda scary huh? In a cute kind of way...

Hmmm, sorry, just enjoyed this...

No, I haven't been avoiding people...

Okay, so I just lied. I've been avoiding people for the last few days. Not sure why, just haven't felt sociable. Well, that's all remedied tonight. Between the viewing of Hitch and ice cream at Braum's, I'm a social butterfly now, just ask Jo. I recommend that movie by the way, it's really good, and fairly clean, believe it or not. The chocolate almond ice cream on a waffle cone is also very good, and very clean. Well, hmm, what's been going on over the last few days? Not a whole lot. I actually added to this Wednesday, but it was on school computers, so surprise surprise, it got lost somewhere during the publishing stage. GRRRR!!! Oh well, I guess it doesn't really matter. Well, I need to work on my research paper, due Monday, so I have to get to work. Hopefully between tonight and tomorrow night I can perfect the work... okay, so Mrs. Miller says not to strive for perfection, but she also knows she doesn't practice what she preaches. We're a lot alike. She says that too. I agree, most of the time. Well, that's all for now, but who knows about later. It all depends on how long I can stay awake. So long for now...

I haven't had a lot to say lately...

I really haven't had much to say lately, not that you can tell it by this, but the rest of the time, I mean. I'm really not sure why, I just don't have much of an opinion on things, and I feel a lot like I don't know what's going on. Maybe I should come out of my own world once in a while and visit you all, but when I do, I feel lost, so maybe I shouldn't. I really don't know what I'm talking about. It's been like two whole days since I've had a lot to say, but I guess for somebody like me, that's a long time to go silent.
As Jo found out tonight, it's a lot easier to express your true thoughts in writing than in person, right Jo? So hmm, I had a topic, but it's gone. About the guy/girl friendship thing, I don't know, I just know that there are times when the guys drive me insane. No offense guys, you just have that innate skill. I've never been one for the obnoxiousness they have at times, and I'm not a sports fan, so we're growing increasingly more divided. I guess we still share a love of Nutty Bars and pool, but I haven't been around in quite a while. Just wait till this summer... maybe.
I don't have a clue where this is going. I just started writing, and I haven't stopped yet. Jo, I totally understand the feeling that guys are so much simpler than girls, but you and I have our very own complexity, that is rivaled by few. Scary, huh? Why do you think Graham's house was so cool last year when it hurt to be with "the girls?" You understand, though some don't. Wow, this is getting introspective, and I wasn't even trying. Sometimes it's easiest to be in the place where you can be as stupid as you want and not be condemned for it, where you can wear everyone else's hats, and manage to break very well without ever hitting the cue ball, and win at pool against people who are almost as bad as you. Hmm, those were good times, yeah, we're gonna have to go again.
I suppose to most of you this makes absolutely no sense, but to a select few, you'll know what I'm talking about. Sorry, I'm getting confused too. It's cuz I'm talking to three different people, and writing this, all at the same time. Fun stuff.
Well, I'm out of things to say right now, but I'm not sure I'm finished yet. Maybe I shoulda left some of this stuff in Jo's comment boxes, but they y'all woulda read it anyway, so it really doesn't matter. Good times.... :)

And now for some introspection...

Well, this is all Nick's fault. I'm not sure what "this" is, but it's whatever follows... this. We were talking the other day, and I don't remember where or why, about introspection. I came to the conclusion that I am a stinky introspector. I'm working on thinking of a topic of introspection right now. Whatever I come up with though, will be basically uncensored, so don't be surprised by anything you read. Some of you wouldn't be anyway, but some would, so just thought I'd give you a fair warning. Okay, the topic of introspection is love. It comes from a worksheet at church last night. I never answered this question, cuz I couldn't figure out the answer:
Number the five areas, ranking them from 1-5 on who is the easiest to love.
---mother
---siblings
---father
---God
---best friend
Now, it would be really easy to answer this with a Sunday School answer and walk away, still feeling great about yourself, but it's not that simple. At first, I answered 2 to the top three, 3 for the fourth, and 1 for the last. I have a weird relationship with most of my family, at least compared to the examples I see, like the Hicks and the Tophams, and all the others. Yeah, I love them, but is it just because they're my family? Would I love them if I didn't have a reason, or if I just met them on the street? So you kinda see where I'm coming from. That was all a little off-track, but it's where my mind went.
I answered 1 to best friend. A lot of people don't understand how important they are to me. I'm not big on expressing it, and so I don't usually. It's so simple, though, to love those people who know your deepest secrets and still love you back. There are people who really know me, and should hate me for what they know, but they don't. That, to me, is a best friend. I"m sorry if you're all getting lost in this, but it's hard for me to be this open, but that was the purpose of this thing in the first place. To let more than a couple people really know me. Now I'm questioning that, but I'm not gonna be a chicken.
Anyway, my point in all that was that it's easy to love people you're supposed to love, and it's easy to love people who love you back. The question remains though, why it's not so easy to love God. I think if all of us are honest with ourselves, we'd come out with a list similar to mine, though maybe more specific on the family part. I could go into that, but then this would be like 5 pages long. Anyway, if we really look, it's a lot harder to love someone we can't see. It comes down to that, in a nutshell, but there's a lot more to it really.
We are a society of instant gratification. We want to see results now, not 5 minutes from now, let alone years from now. I am no different. In fact, I might be one of the worst. I expect things to happen overnight that are not intended to happen overnight. Instantly is not the way God usually tends to work. His answers take hours, days, months, years, lifetimes. It's so easy to love people who are willing to do things for you. Family, friends, even the kindest strangers. They're all tangible, and they're in the here and now. How easy is it though, to love what you can't see, or hear, or touch, or taste? You can't say you love fried squid if you've never tried it. You can't say you love Relient K if you've never heard them. How is it then, that we can love a God we can't detect with our senses?
From what I've learned, it's not easy. It's sometimes, well, I'd like to say impossible, but it's my turn to play eternal optimist, and say extremely difficult. I'm figuring out the answer to this question as I go, I want to add. If it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry, I tried. Anyway, it's almost impossible to love something so far from what we can get the feeble fingers of our minds wrapped around. I'm getting stuck here, but hopefully I'll work my way out of it soon.
Okay. I left for a while, and I"m back, hopefully with some new inspiration. I was thinking while I was away, that my continuing theme here seems to be that it's easy to love those who love you. If so, why does it seem harder for me to love God than people? I guess for the multitude of reasons I've already stated: I can't see him, I can't see the results of my efforts and my prayers quickly enough to suit, and I guess basically I take the things around me that are really so great for granted.
In conclusion, yes, we're finally here, I think that for me personally, it's easiest to love those who not only love me, but are also tangible. I suppose that shows a lack of faith, but one we can all relate to at one time or another. For me, it's easiest to love the people I'm closest to and the people I'm "supposed" to love, even though it is still my choice to love them, don't get me wrong. Though God is the most loving of me and most accepting of who I am, however pitiful that might be, he is the most difficult for me to love back because my human desire for substance and gratification isn't fulfilled. To put it simply, which I should have done a long time ago, it's too easy for me to pretend he isn't there. I think basically I've said all I intended to say, though I never really knew what my intensions were. Sorry it's long and boring and confusing, but I have more answers now than I did before I wrote it. Thanks for listening in, and I love all of you who love me. As for those who don't, I'm working on that... :) See you soon...

Blogging at school... tsk tsk...

Yes, I'm blogging at school again, though if anybody asks, I'm revising my research paper. I read my research paper again, if that counts for anything. As for peer revision, it stinks. Everybody thinks it's all confusing, but it's not my fault I have a big vocabulary. Everybody should understand words like "discrepancies," and "interconnected." I really didn't think that would be too big of a stretch for a bunch of seniors barely a month from graduation. I guess I'm wrong once again. It's gonna take me all hour to write this, since I keep getting distracted by all these focused people around me. Kristen for instance, is completely focused on putting her note cards in order, something I will do the day before I turn it in. Preparation is often over-rated. As for Mr. Substitute, he's enjoying one of the cat mystery books that my mom and aunt have been reading for as long as I can remember. I think it's "The Cat Who Liked Cheese," or something slightly cheesy like that.
Marie told me this morning that writing well about nothing is a sign of talent. If that is the case, I am the world's best writer, since I've spent a large percentage of my time in school writing about nothing of importance. Occasionally I get assignments that are actually educational, but for the most part, I write so, hmm, I guess so I can get into college and not have to pay quite so much for more writing of little or no importance, though I'm hoping that in college I will not be bored enough to blog at school.
So Barb tells me college seems more suited to me. I think I agree, though one can really never know until they've tried something. Here's to hoping she's right. Sorry, it's just been a very boring day. I can't wait for college music classes, because I'm ready to be done with immature people who should still be in sixth grade band, and band directors who think I agree with everything they say, when I really only quit listening a long time ago. Sorry, rough day in band as well. Well, class might be over soon, or later, I'm not really sure, but either way, I'm done. Oh, for all of Porky's supporters, he's still in one piece, until tomorrow morning. Poor Porky. Well, that's all folks... :)

What I write when I can't think of anything to write...

Well, hmmm, the title about explains my predicament. I don't have anything to write about tonight, but I wanted to write something. I guess this nothing is something, so I've accomplished my goal. Jo, you really should get your own blog so you don't have to write books in my comment boxes. As for you, "one of the guys," I know who you are, and I could sick Jo on you at any time, so be careful what you say. Who knows, she stands up for me, so if you're too mean, the two of you could be finished... Well, I still have nothing to say, so I might be done, or I might post some pics, or who knows what I might do. I might just read random blogs again and leave comments on them. That's always fun. See ya real soon...

Hey Jo, couldn't resist, sorry. It's my favorite. :)

Umm, I'm not sure this is gonna work, but if it does, this is me, if you couldn't tell.

Once upon a dull and boring day...

Yep, that's the theme of the day. It was the epitome of dull and boring. Sleep till noon, mostly because you know that when you get out of bed you're not going to have anything to do, and then out of your boredom spend like 3 hours cleaning out a car, then watch a movie you've already seen before, but act like you haven't so your dad can watch it without feeling guilty, and then make a trip into town just to return some movies so you don't owe another week's rent. Fun, fun, fun. Sorry, I really don't intend to whine, I'm just saying, that some days are barely worth getting out of bed at all, though if I didn't get out of bed at some point, I would be almost as sore as I was from trying to sleep on the couch at church the other night. Not fun. Enough of that. I need a haircut, or at least a trim, and some highlights, though I'm scared to get the first color, cuz it'll make it orange for a while, but the other color didn't show up well, so I just don't know. I'm at a loss as to what to do with my untamable mane, but it definetly needs the split ends chopped of if nothing else. I've considered going a different color altogether, though not seriously, just to see what it would look like. I decided I wouldn't make a good blonde, but what about a redhead? No, probly not. Girls, or guys too I guess, if you have any input, I'd like to know. You're all better at that stuff than me I think, cuz I really don't care most of the time, except on days when I don't have anything else to care about, like today... It also doesn't help that it's spring, therefore I am in the mood to change everything. I get that way. I am the true definition of a spring-cleaner, and all the things that implies. I really wanted to pick a flower today, but since there aren't many open yet, I didn't. I am going to wear a springy skirt to church tomorrow though, at least that's the plan if I'm not in a cold mood in the morning. I'm going to have the girls sometime tomorrow I think, but I'm not sure when, or where. Julie's probly trying to call about now to talk about it, but she's not gonna have much luck, so she'll probly call somebody's cell phone. Well, I'm out of things to say, as usual, so ta ta for now...

Waiting, waiting...

Yes, I'm waiting and waiting for someone to get on this computer and make life a little more entertaining. I was entertained by the television until now, but the CSI is a rerun, and I have a policy against those. The episode of Numbers was entertaining, but also enlightening. I learned that I'm glad I hate math, because being a mathmetician would just be asking for a terribly dull and repetitive life. I also learned that you can catch a serial killer by using a whole lot of numbers and finding a location where he lives, but it occurred to me that if the guy hadn't already killed like 12 people, there wouldn't be any locations to go on. Therefore, how much good can waiting that long to catch a guy just so you can use numbers to do it really do. Sorry, I know that was a confusing sentence. Read it till you get it. Anyway, today was okay, but not exciting. I got a skirt and shirt and some very enjoyable new shoes, but that was about it, aside from getting out of school early and eating pizza with the crew. Life is good. Also, I am dreading going to school on Monday, because that means I (or Kayla) will have to start cutting up poor Porky. His life stinks, or used to anyway. I was really tired this morning. Ah, Nick, it's about time you got here. Oh sure, Wal-Mart. Whatever. :) I wanted to thank Jo by the way, for missing me yesterday. I feel special now. :) Never thought I'd be missed. I suppose I should change the title of this now, since I'm no longer waiting, but I'm not going to, since titles are the hardest part to write. I was really tired this morning. I decided that when I tried to make Carnation Instant Breakfast without the milk, and then I did something else dumb, but I can't remember what it was. So yes, popcorn makes a good dinner. I also had a lot of water, as usual, and a mini chocolate chip muffin. It's getting more nutritional by the moment. :) So yeah, I had like a two-hour "nap" when I got home this afternoon, which really means I almost literally passed out on the couch. I didn't know I was tired, but apparently I was. The original idea was to read till I got sleepy, but I couldn't open the book. I'm really just still writing cuz I remember that I had something good to write about, but I can't remember what it was. As soon as I publish, it'll come to me, so there may be another soon, or maybe not if it decides not to come. Well, I'm gonna quit now. I'm even getting bored, so I can't imagine how you feel reading it. Have a good night, and hasta manyana, or buenos noches, or whatever floats your boat. :)

I love SunChips....

Yummmm.... I like SunChips. A lot, but mostly the Harvest Cheddar variety, though the originals are quite tasty also. Other than the SunChips, which are very good, if I haven't said so, my day was pretty uneventful. I learned today that when certain individuals are missing from your daily routine, it is very difficult for it to feel like a normal day. Not that change is bad, but maybe awkward. For example, at lunch today, the "couples" at our table were very incomplete, therefore, the lesser halves left over had a difficult time figuring out what to do with themselves. As a result, poor Justin and I had to take more crap than ever. Girls, it was very rude to leave me. It's hard to defend oneself against three crazed lunatics when you're one pathetic individual. (Just kidding guys. Forgive me?) Anyway, I like SunChips a lot. If I don't stop soon, they're gonna cancel out the workout I had today. Shame on me. I think this means that most of what I've eaten today has been SunChips and beef jerky. Healthy. I got my new car today. For those of you who have never had a new car, it's very exciting for like the first 4 miles, and then it becomes just like the old car, just a little more unfamiliar. It is also difficult to remove license plates with rusty screws, so I suggest you tell your screws not to rust if you plan to ever get a new car. At first I couldn't figure out why the really old lady who owned the car before me would have chosen the built-in carseat over the fold-down backseat, but then I remembered that it was a rental car before that, so a carseat would probably be useful more often than a fold-down seat. Who woulda thunk? I was also excited to discover that I have now have a pen holder and a change holder in the armrest. Both very new to me. Well, I'm out of things to say, and you're probly glad, but if anything comes to mind, I shall return. 'Till we meet again...

Not much time...

There's not much time, but I wanted to give everyone an update on the wonderful Prowl. We are a hardworking staff, of course, when it comes to Algebra II and cutting and pasting. I'm pretty sure Zach is cutting retarded, and Alicia is a genius, and I don't know what Andrea does, I forget to look. Now she's sleeping, so maybe that's the usual. Thia goes to the art room every day to work on who knows what. And people wonder why we haven't published a paper yet this year. We're very close though. Page four is missing some things, but the rest are ready. Just as soon as I get 4 done though, the rest will be outdated and I'll have to start again. School is frustrating. Earlier today I had to determine the gender of a formaldahide(can't spell) preserved fetal pig. Fun stuff. It's a good thing Kayla is slightly morbid and not bothered by cold stiff flesh... sorry, too descriptive. Well, bell's gonna ring, and then I'll be off to speak Spanish for a very long 50 minutes. It's been fun.

I don't know about this...

What is the purpose of this fun new thing? So far, I suppose it's only served to distract me from practicing my music... oops. Also it's keeping me from accomplishing the other million things I need to do tonight, but the fun of this hasn't worn off yet, so it's first priority, that is after "working out" with Barb. That is also great fun, since we both have coordination problems, especially since we had some "time off." I'll have you all know though, that the girl on the video also has some nice cankles, so I am not alone. I suppose her excuse is that she's a dancer and it's all muscle, but I can tell you, cankles can't be formed from muscle. Enough about that anyway. I think the best part of this is going to prove to be how stupid I feel once I've published these random thoughts of mine for you all to read, but I suppose you all know me well enough to understand, and if you don't, you probly soon will. As for the title of these random thoughts, I'm not sure where it came from. It came to me in those moments of extreme creativity that occur right after I lay down to sleep, but I'm not quite gone yet. After I felt so creative, I heard it in a song this afternoon, but that's not where it originally came from. Well, I guess I should be finished with this and move on to the other million things I need to do, but now they seem boring, so I'll probly be back. Bye for now, and remember, listen... :)