AHA!

I cannot BELIEVE I missed my three month bloggiversary. For shame. Thanks so much K for reminding me. AGH!

So how have I changed? For one thing, I think I've become more grammatically correct. I've met a lot more people in the blogging community, heard a lot more stores. I've definitely worried about not doing my homework or procrastinating. I've had my ups. And my downs. I've found what works for me (for the most part...concerning God, that is). And I sure as hell have read more books, even though Meg Cabot continues to be my favorite author.

So happy LATE blogirthday to me!

Yes K, tea and crumpets for all.

de'ath

was really a name in the credits for Pirates 3. Little funny that I went to a memorial service today.

It was very strange. Not enjoyable at all. Well, I mean, it shouldn't be, but it shouldn't make you feel bad, you know? I don't know how to describe it, so whatever. It made me think about how I'd want my death to go down. The funeral or memorial or what have you. And I'm fairly certain my parents wouldn't respect my wishes, because even though they're tolerant of OTHER people's beliefs, apparently they don't extend that to family. In other words: I want light on the God stuff, no mention of le Jesus whatsoever, and little to no Bible. They want a service only talking about walking into the light or what have you. I'd rather that, you know, never happened ever. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't believe in a Jesus. I don't believe in a Satan. The only reason I believe in God is because THAT makes sense. The world had to come about some way. It can't just BE. And I believe in Heaven because I believe in soulds because I believe every person is different because of their souls.

But I digress. If I were to die before my parents (which I hope is not the case, because that royally sucks for parents), I would very much like to be cremated and GOTTEN RID OF, not put on a mantel piece or something. I want my friends to tell my knock knock jokes and talk about what I was like and good times. None of this "she was a wonderful person who bladidadadida." No. ME. Not a generic saying.

Okay. This is a little morbid. Been a slow news day.

I felt so bad for him. This is the third son he's had to bury. Nobody should have to go through that. And I like to feel that I gave support by being there, but I barely said two words to him. But I love him so much. I just don't know how to convey it, because I don't always feel it back. Or maybe I do, I just don't think I deserve it.

It's been a very sad day for me. Some strength, would be nice. And strength for my grandpa, too.

yeah, it's cryptic

I'm just really, really confused right now. All this time I pitied him, but now...just, this is insane. How could he DO that? It makes me angry, too. I don't even know why. And I ended up taking it out on my friends all day. So it's like a vicious cycle.

This is ridiculous.

Something else: I feel bad for Grambee, too. For what she went through.

I really don't feel up to Nashville, now. I need a freaking job. I need parents that care that I cuss. I need to tell the truth, because maybe it might happen, which would be nice. And how dare she say that in the middle of class? ARGH.

So confusing.

needed

a change.

Heroes was good. I can't decide if the new thing's gonna be good or bad. Didn't really give enough to form an opinion on it. The fight was awesome. Until they pussied out in the end and had Sylar got down a sewer. Losers.

Today was okay. Hung out, basically. Chocolat is a good book, but I wish it had ended differently. How does the movie end?

Praying God keeps everyone safe and sane.

hey there

That other post was from a while ago, I just never got around to actually posting it. So today's a twofer you, one for me kinda deal.

The AP exam was Thursday, and everybody keeps saying how easy it was. I don't feel that way at all. I thought it was vaguely hard. So I'm like, one of few people not expecting a good score, I think. But whatever. A bunch of people went to Graffiti's aftwerwards and got some pizza. It was pretty fun.

And awards was cool. I wore a "dress", and by that I mean a really really long skirt pulled up over my bra and held up by safety pins. I thought it was cute, but the falling down thing didn't work for me, so I changed after the ceremony. I think, though, that I should have stayed in it, because somebody noticed the lack of dress and commented on it negatively. I think he liked it. But whatever. Another day.

That seems to be my motto. "But whatever." There's really nothing else to say, though. I'm reading The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys. It's a much better book than it was a movie, and the movie was pretty good. So we'll see about that.

NOID!

searching.

So I was bored. And I found a few blogs. The first one I really don't agree with at all. I think that if scientists can use tissue from unwanted fetuses or fetuses that didn't make it to better society, then they should be able to. They shouldn't be shit on for doing it. And the second one...I agree with some things this guy says. But I don't believe that Catholics only go after "gays and fetuses." I KNOW they don't. Or, at least, one family.

http://bioethicsandmore.blogspot.com/
http://newpairodimes.blogspot.com/


Other than that...Mother's Day was good. Almost hit a stupid idiot who turned out of her driveway WHILE LOOKING DOWN and dialing her cell phone. We had to get in the other lane just to not hit her, when a car was coming. And she didn't even look up. Idiot.

But it was pretty fun other than that. I don't have an aunt or an uncle. How funny is that?

Workworkworkwork.

mi fin de semana

was pretty fun. Friday Gracie, Saturday Chrisie (and caramel popcorn, sobe, The Big Lebowski, Reefer Madness), and today Chris and Bee&Papa Dan. Very fun. I didn't talk to Kirstie, and I really really wanted to (maybe later I still can, but probably not), and I didn't talk to Kelsie. But other than that, it was pretty dang awesome.

Except now I have Old 97's "Question" stuck in my head. It's just so pretty. I love it.

And I hate Public Safety court cases.
And Lord of the Flies.
And AP exam week.
And studying for the AP exam I know I'm going to fail.

This summer list:
Job
15 hours (June 5, when school starts back)
Convention (Nashville, June 20-23)
Pool (?)
Housework
Student Counsel meeting thingy that Kelsie did last year
Car (?)
Babysitting at least every other Saturday


That's just so far. I keep forgetting stuff! It's driving me nuts!

i love that...

if I get bored, and I have a friend willing to put up with me for a while, I'm no longer all alone on Friday/Saturday/Sunday nights. Whatever, wherever (though, admittedly, usually Gracie's, since Kelsie rarely picks up her phone. Plus, I get the feeling that the answer would probably be 'no'). Which is where I went tonight, and we just talked and watching Wedding Crashers. Pretty fun. I love my friends <3

I'm tired, though. Fun day. Except for the school/learning thing, this last week has been a blast.

I'm supposed to be learning how to drive stick shift, though, so we'll see.

alas!!

The Gilmore Girls...it is ending.

Finally.

Don't get me wrong. I lova the Gilmore Girls. But enough is enough already. I barely laugh at all anymore. The only good parts now are with people like Lane and Sookie, the "side" characters who I never really liked all that much. And this whole ridiculous love triangle? Crazy. No need for it. Ew. I say it all went down hill when there was a long last daughter plot added for not apparent reason.

Well, farewell, Gilmore Girls actors and crew. I'm sure you'll find work, elsewhere. Heck, I know it, considering the fact that Evan Almighty and Sin City 2 or set to come out any day now.