embryos and golf carts

one day, a man was having major headaches. so he went to the doctor, and they scanned his head or whatever, and they found a set of teeth in his head. apparently, and i don't know if this is true or not, the man had eaten his twin embryo when they were in the womb...

yesterday my friends came over to my grandma's house. it was fun. we went to see 13 going on 30, then went to my grandma's house. we took out her golf cart (she lives in peachtree city...more than 80 miles of golf cart paths...) and went to eat at Partner's Pizza, the best pizza place in the world. Oh, and I got to drive the golf cart, which was so much fun, because my friends thought that i was going to crash and kill them. which i didn't, by the way... then we rode around for a little bit. we went to the shopping center, got some earrings at claire's, and then ate ice cream at the marble slab creamery (i had coffee, which i must say is the best flavor).

now, i told you the first story to tell you this story. on our way back home, me and kelsie were sitting in the back of the golf cart. i brought up the embryo story, and me and kelsie just started laughing. we were laughing pretty hard, and i didn't realize that gracie didn't know the story. she kept giving us the "are you two insane?" looks. so that made us laugh harder, of course. we were laughing for 5 solid minutes before we could finally tell gracie the story. she, however, did not find it as amusing as i. i'm still laughing just thinking about it.

and then i got home, and i was once again saddened, because the final rejection letter from the attendance board saying that i can't go to stockbridge was there. i didn't talk for the rest of the night. not very hard, seeing how i was locked in my room, feeling sorry for myself...

but i woke up this morning, and while still extremely depressed over the situation, i am going to try to not be a brat about it. it sometimes sucks to be a teenager and the only girl in the family...

the stepford wives and shopping

okay.  i just read the stepford wives by ira levin.  must say, one of the more freaky books i have ever read.  who would'a thunk it?  can't wait to see the movie though.  sounds super.
 
anyway.  yesterday, after my grandparents got back, me and my grandma went shopping.  i am happy to say, that i got more funny t-shirts.  sadly, they were boys' shirts.  which i think is kind of one sided, to be honest.  i mean, the only shirts they had for girls had stupid things on them, like i love my poodle.  a better shirt, that just came to mind by the way, would be "i love my poodle...nonexistent." yes, i know, i'm so hilarious...
 
but we bought some coolness stuff.  really happy.  really really happy with a pair of black khakis i got.  grandmother not so happy, realizing that i would only get dark shirts or boys' shirts.  but, what can you do?
 
and we went to bj's wharehouse today, where i got 5 packs of polaroid film for $45.  which is good, because normally, they're $15 a pack.  and i got more clothes, and it was all good.
 
must say, am really psyched about spending tomorrow with my friends.  seeing how i will be going to the dreaded dutchtown school next year, not wonderful stockbridge, and will never be seeing them within school walls again.  which really sucks, and makes me really sad.  so i will change the topic to...
 
sorry, can't think of anything happy anymore.

bliss

okay.  so i am here at my grandmother's house, and she has left me alone.  in her house.  for those of you who don't understand the significance of that statement, know that my grandmother has never left me alone in her house, and she has never allowed me to use her cd player.  her massive cd player that has sound in all rooms.  that can play three cds.  and luckily, i brought my yellowcard cd.  so here i am, listening to yellowcard and the soundtrack to cold mountain, and i am blissful.
 
and the best part is, they shouldn't be back for another half hour or so.  at least, that's what they said.  anyway...
 
i am to go shopping with her when they gets back (she went with my Papa Dan. he's her boyfriend, not husband).  and tomorrow we are to go shopping.  for back to school clothes.  which is good, considering most of my clothes have been drawn on, which she frowns upon...
 
she wants me to get my hair cut.  to which i say, noooooo.  i haven't had a haircut in a year.  she hates that it's so long.  she wishes it to be shoulder length.  to which, again, i say nooooooo. 
 
oh, it's chris's birthday!  he's 21.  his plans for today were to get his license renewed, and that's it.  but guess what.  the DMV is closed on mondays.  heh heh heh.  so when i get back, i get cheesecake.  mmmmmm. 

oh, the horror

have you ever been so bored you didn't know what to do? well, that was not me today. you see, i had decided that my parents' book shelf was in dire need of reorganizing. there are books everywhere in that nasty room that has their books along with candy machines (my dad sets those up all over georgia). so i cleaned that up, and then cleaned the computer room which at one point was a pantry up. i did all of the clothes and cleaned the upstairs bathroom. i wiped off the counter tops, did my brothers' chores. all of this, because i was bored. but hey, i got $5 for my efforts. mom is just nice like that...

OH GOD, NOOOOO! somehow, "love is in the air" got put onto my playlist. oh, the horror. why, God, why?!? luckily, i turned it to the macarana. such a funny song...

i am just killing time until wednesday, when me, gracie, and kaby are going to the best pizza place ever, Partner's Pizza. and where we will also go to see the dollar movie. and it will be fun, and there will be moo points, and golf cart riding, and i'm so happy just thinking about it.

on a more serious (sorta) note, i could not force myself to watch celebrity poker last night. i mean, good grief. that one guy, Penn I think, just wouldn't shutup. i wanted to strangle him for the 2 minutes i actually watched. but alas, he hath spoilt it.

MOVIE RECOMMENDATION: Wayne's World. i mean, you just can't get much better. "if she were a president, she'd be Babe-raham Lincoln." mike myers, dana carvey, some asian looking girl, the guy that plays al bundy... you just can't go wrong.

oh, the horror

have you ever been so bored you didn't know what to do? well, that was not me today. you see, i had decided that my parents' book shelf was in dire need of reorganizing. there are books everywhere in that nasty room that has their books along with candy machines (my dad sets those up all over georgia). so i cleaned that up, and then cleaned the computer room which at one point was a pantry up. i did all of the clothes and cleaned the upstairs bathroom. i wiped off the counter tops, did my brothers' chores. all of this, because i was bored. but hey, i got $5 for my efforts. mom is just nice like that...

OH GOD, NOOOOO! somehow, "love is in the air" got put onto my playlist. oh, the horror. why, God, why?!? luckily, i turned it to the macarana. such a funny song...

i am just killing time until wednesday, when me, gracie, and kaby are going to the best pizza place ever, Partner's Pizza. and where we will also go to see the dollar movie. and it will be fun, and there will be moo points, and golf cart riding, and i'm so happy just thinking about it.

on a more serious (sorta) note, i could not force myself to watch celebrity poker last night. i mean, good grief. that one guy, Penn I think, just wouldn't shutup. i wanted to strangle him for the 2 minutes i actually watched. but alas, he hath spoilt it.

MOVIE RECOMMENDATION: Wayne's World. i mean, you just can't get much better. "if she were a president, she'd be Babe-raham Lincoln." mike myers, dana carvey, some asian looking girl, the guy that plays al bundy... you just can't go wrong.

happy go lucky

i've just been told something unbelievable by a friend. i'm not going to say what, i feel they want that kept private, but it's something that can shake you awake. make you feel sorry for things you should never have done.

i had to get that out. sometimes things can build up too long. anyway. the other day we went to the bestwestern pool for 6 hours. we ate pizza from the italian restaurant inside (they put nasty ugly onions in the pepperoni...ugh.) i got burnt redder than a penny (no clue where that expression came from.) saw my mom's friend and her baby there. made mistake of growling back at baby when he was growling at me. frightened baby into kiddy pool until we left.

i've written a song. i think it's a very good song myself. it's jazz. can't imagine writing any other type of song. i didn't even try to write it. i was just humming random things when i was bored out of my mind. a little bit fun, actually.

i saw a movie on tbs last night. i missed the beginning, and it was very confusing. but then i saw the repeat and i figured it out. so much more clear. but i couldn't go to sleep until four last night (this morning?) luckily, i woke up at 7:00, so i was all giggles and smiles. anyway, hope everyone is having a happy go lucky day.

X

Oh dear God. I just watched X-men and X2. Again, I say, Oh dear God. Those are the most awesome movies. I mean, come on. You can't get better than that. It has action, a good plot, and best of all, a girl who is going through emotional turmoil because she can not be physically touched or else the person touching her will die. I watched those movies so many times between last night at 10:00pm and 10 minutes ago. And NIGHTCRAWLER! A German religious man who can disappear when need be. And don't even get me started on Mystique.

I am just so euphoric, that I will capitalize my words. But I am also a little bit sad. Why? OBVIOUSLY, because there are no more X-men movies! They better be making some kind of a sequel. I don't wanna have to kill someone, but I will if I have to...

Oh, we went swimming this morning, went to see my grandmother for 20 minutes, and went to eat Mexican. And mom bought vegetarian lasagna, so I am even more blissful.

Where is the love, you ask, Black Eyed Peas? The love is. . . well, it's not here, but it's somewhere. And I will now do one of those annoying happy face things that everybody thinks are so cute (just like monogrammed purses that only come in pale pink and black) but that I just can't agree with. :-)

kaby/chris

alright, so this one is for my very dear friend, the awesome, the nice, the, well, all around good person *cough, cough*, kaby! well, her name isn't really kaby. it's the nickname we hath bestowed upon her. you will notice that i appreciate nicknames... but this one suits. anyway, she has shown me how to add a link to a website, any website really. she is just that nice. so, here is Kaby's Blog Thingy. if that doesn't show up right, then it's not my fault, because that's what she told me to copy and paste...

anyway. i have been sitting at home, bored out of my mind. what else is new? oh, i've also been conversing with myself. very interesting. one time, chris came in on one of my conversations. awkward, yes. odd, not at all. where do you think i learned it from?

my family is in dire need of a psychiatric recovery system. or, at least me and chris (chris and I?) are. . .

remember: chris doesn't read comic books, he reads "graphic novels". and chris doesn't take his sister to see chick flicks because he's too embarrassed to see them by himself. no, he takes me to see "romantic comedies..."

the butterfly effect/ booger

alright, so i watched the butterfly effect. oh my God, that was an awesome movie. i mean, man! that was just so freaky. well, kids, this is just another lesson that you can't judge a book by its cover.

chance has been acting sweet, instead of like the demon child he seems to be. he'll actually let me call him what i think is his rightful nickname, booger. i mean, it's much better than chase or chan, which is what he wants to be called. i refuse to call him that, though, so i have been calling hime chance. but now, blissfully, i call him booger. thank goodness that phase is over...

but then again, it was fun calling him chan chan the magic man. yep, such fun.

strep

i've got strep throat. that's just great. but the weird thing is, my throat isn't that sore. i just feel dizzy and nauseous (is that how you spell it?). but i'll tell you this: i am bored out of my freaking mind.

i have watched every movie in this house a dozen times. i have read every book that i care to read (no dad, i will not read your destroyer series, no matter how hard you try.) and here's the thing that gets me:

i have waited to play a game of poker with my brothers all freaking week. guess when they decide the can all play a game. that's right. the night i can't play, because i'm contagious. that's just wonderful.

but i am just going to focus on the good. like... i got to eat mashed potatoes from KFC. i never get to eat mashed potatoes from KFC, so this strep throat thing must be a blessing in disguise...

still too much poker

my throat hurts so bad. i can't breathe right, it's sore, and worst of all, i haven't been able to sing anything for the past 3 days. now that is horrible. those of you who know me, know that i really don't like to not sing. if i had to have my arm amputated but still could sing, i would be fine with it. so that bites.

on a good note, i taught chance how to play texas hold'em. he sucks at it, but that's why i taught him, so he can get better. i didn't actually play a hand though, and that's disappointing. mom and dad had to watch the stupid butterfly effect movie. i've heard it's good, but i can't help not wanting to see it. if you had been let down by ashton kutcher in as many movies as you should have been, then you would not want to see it either. anyway. i watched the world series of poker last night. some british newcomer, who's 24, won the first round. but the announcer, who i assume is going through a midlife crisis, wouldn't stop picking on him for being 24. and that bugged me. the people at the poker thing let him play, and he's at the final table, so obviously, he's good enough to play and NOT be picked on.

some people, i am forced to scorn...

i hate titles...

is there any fight song better than we will rock you by queen? i mean, come on. there can't be. it's impossible.

have any of you ever heard of the band collective soul? early 90's rock group? well, in case you didn't know, this band used to live a couple of streets away. as a matter of fact, my mom beat him up when they were in high school. true story. and now, ed roland, lead singer, has opened up a pawn shop (you may have seen it, he called it Ed's...so original...)

and now i am listening to REM, another fantastic band. although, if i do say so myself, they're lyrics are really redundant sometimes. if all you ever say is "this one goes out to the one i love," then that gets pretty old.

i have also been listening to folk music. it's really weird, but all of the sudden, i started listening to the voice and to the words, and it really touched me. that's never happened before...

thank God for some changes in life.

Happy 4th of July

happy 4th, even if we celebrated it yesterday. but you know what? i'm glad we celebrated it yesterday, because my aunt and uncle were actually there for a change. we got to my grandmother's house, ate lots of food (she had shrimp and devilled eggs!!!), and then, at 9:30, we watched the fireworks. this is the first year she was invited to her neighbor's house to watch, and her neighbor lives right on the lake. it was awesome.

of course, by the end of the 30 minute show, i was concentrating more on my ears not bursting then the pretty fireworks...

i hope everybody is having a wonderful day. euphoria is in the air...

wonderful

kirstie came over last night. we got to stay up until 1 am and then wake up at 8 o'clock! yay! and i got to register at a school that i don't even want to go to, even if they do have flat screen televisions in EVERY SINGLE ROOM!

and when we got back home, kirstie and i decided, hey, i know, it's bright and sunny, let's go walk to CVS. guess what. it rained after about two minutes of walking. so we were soaked and walking in flip flops for another 10 minutes. and then when we got to CVS, we decided, hey, let's give ourselves facials because there's a discount on facial packets.

we get home, do the facials, try to peel it off, but guess what else. the junk get caught in my hair. so now my hair is flaking and dry, i am going to a school i strongly dislike, and my feet are raw.

wonderful day, just wonderful.

God, i need to listen to the soundtrack to Cold Mountain again...