I'm OLD

It has come to my attention that yes, I am old. Being but a child(?) of 17, I have realized many thing. I graduated Primary 5 (5!!!) years ago, and for me, that's a long time. That means I moved a little less than 5 years ago into my current home. To most, that does not seem too long ago, but, alas, that's a little TOOOO long ago for me.

Also, I'm not just old-I'm a little more mature than kids my age. I was so excited the last day of 9th grade, because that meant I was going into high school (that's the way the school system works in Utah). Yes, I was ready to deal with more mature people in school! I was ready for the piles of homework teachers were going to give me! YES!!!

And what do I get? "Don't go through the middle door, it's unlucky." You're KIDDING, right? That right there is about the STUPIDEST thing I have ever heard, stupider than going around that huge tree at least 10 times in elementary school, while touching EACH nail hammered into the tree. I was a kid back then, so it was OKAY that I did that, that I believed in that. That was the thing then. But that was 10 years ago. (10!)

ANYWAY, there just so happens to be a small place in Layton (for those of you in N. UT), where a magic wave pool resides-the Layton Surf-n-Swim. Fabulous place. I've been there since I was 1st grade, going to a friend's birthday party, and currently going with my ward as a summer activity. (sigh). Those were good times. Anyway, just around the corner (literally), is a little eatery, called "Burger Stop."

http://burgerstop.net/

That's the website. Fancy little 50's-70's diner... cute little place. They even have one of those juke box machines. Pictures of Elvis, the Beatles, oldies cars, old Coca-Cola advertisements... now THAT is heaven. They even sawed this car in half (well, not quite), and put it ON THE WALL. Would you believe that? You can even sit underneath it, with fear that the tire will fall of at ANY MOMENT and hit you in the head. They DO play that old timey music, and it makes me-ME-very nostalgic. I strongly advise to all of you who like this kind of stuff. If you look at the website, it gives you the address, and has their calender of events for everything. They do car shows... it's fabulous. I can't even describe it, you'd just have to go!

But like I've been saying, I'm old. I enjoy places like that. I love classical music, which, granted, doesn't necessarily make me old, it's just that most older people listen to classical music, and none of this rap-crap of this generation (I really hate rap, just FYI).

I also love, love, love, LOVE, Jimmy Stewart. He reminds me of a certain somebody I know here, and it just so happens that I happen to have a huge crush on said individual. (Sight). My favorite movie (of his) is 'Little Shop Around the Corner', a lovely Christmas movie my family and I watch every Christmas eve.

Okay, maybe SOMETIMES I do stupid teenager things, like have major mood swings, and sometimes I resent my parents for not letting me do what I want... but that's the teenager side of me, not the old-lady side of me.

To sum it all up, I'm a 70-year-old woman stuck in a 17-year-old person's body. What can I say?

Sadie's

HI!!!!!

Okay, so last Saturday was Sadie's, and yes, I did find another *FISH* to go with. He's a more quiet one, but that's okay... We went in a group of 4 couples, and almost all of us live in the same area... actually, 7/8 of us live in the same STAKE.

Anyway, for our day activity we decorated cookies, carved pumpkins and played games. When some of the people went home, we became little kids and went and played on the toy at the school--that big colored metal thing?--and played in the sand box, digging a tunnel, which we then collapsed.

So then I had to run home to clean up because we decided to do EVERYTHING at my house: the activity, the dinner, the 'after-party'... it was crazy. One of the girl's dates has like, really bad allergies, and my house was the only one out of all four girls that did not constantly have all the animals in 24/7.

The theme was jungle fever. How LAME is that? Anyway, the dinner was just pizza and salad, as well as some candy afterwards for , ahem, dessert. So then, we went to the dance, and it was a blast. I woke up the next morning with neck pains because of all the headbanging and crazy dancing I had done. It was great.

We came home afterwards, and watched a classic halloween movie, "The Ghost and Mr. Chicken," with Don Knotts. I loved it. It's been a while since I've seen that movie, so it was good to see it again. Anyway, I was being dumb and forgot to get pictures of all the activities, so you'll just have to use your imagination!

For starters, me and my date were tigers. Orange shirts with black stripes, and some ears. I thought I looked cute, but my date didn't put much effort into it. Like I said, he's real quiet.

Then another couple (Lover-of-Boys and her date) were monkeys. Brown shirts with a little cut out of a monkey, a beanie with felt ears, and gloves (on their feet) with stuffings in the 'toes' (aka fingers). It was WAYYY cute.

Then, Viewmont-become-WX-belle and her date wore shirts that said (in sequined letters) "PANTHER". He wore a black shirt and jeans, and she wore a pink shirt and jeans. (get it? Pink panther?)

The other couple came dressed as a Roman god and goddess. Very interesting, and I'm still not sure where they got that idea for jungle, although they weren't the only ones. It was a good dance, and everyone had fun. Good times, good times.

More Ann Cannon

Okay, it's time for MORE Ann Cannon! YAY!!! Deseret News has this thing once a year where you get the chance to write in these really bad metaphors, or just a phrase or... I don't know, You have to read it to understand what I'm saying... Do you get what I'm saying? Here she is! The beautiful... ANN CANNON!

WHO KNEW SO MANY COULD WRITE BAD PROSE?

The people, you were fabulous this year. You sent in hundreds (seriously) of bad sentences to the Worst Novel Never Written Contest, making our decision harder (and happier!) than even before.
We're in awe. We call you master.

BEST SENTENCE WITH AN EXTENDED VEGETABLE METAPHOR:He shopped early for his second wife, plucking her like a ripe tomato from his best friend's garden, leaving his soon-to-be-ex-wife wilted like that last stalk of celery forgotten in the refrigerator vegetable bin, only good for a pot of misery soup. (Judy Blain)

BEST UH-OH MOMENT: The comet was shooting toward her car, and she wondered vaguely if rolling up the window would do any good. (Larissa Humphries)

SECOND BEST UH-OH MOMENT: As soon as Mindy met her freshman college roommate, she realized that she had been premature in assuming that her roommate would be her new best friend and that the tattooed girl with spiked purple hair who was dressed in black from head to toe might not even want to wear the other half of the "best friends" necklace Mindy had bought as a "Welcome to College" surprise. (Diane Coles)

BEST PUN INVOLVING LOCAL CHURCH AUTHORITIES:At first, the stake president was upset as he looked at the elders encircling the infant, because they were wearing sunglasses and fake beards, but then he realized it was actually a blessing in disguise. (Mark Vernon)

BEST LOCAL COLOR:As LaVonda waited uncomfortably for the uniformed officers to use the "Jaws of Life" to extricate her from her mangled car, she pondered in turn the fragility of life the massiveness of 18-wheelers, the difficulty of text-messaging while eating fries and driving, and finally, how she could use this experience as an object lesson in her next Sunday school class. (Tamary Shoemaker)

BEST ROMANCE: He had a fascinating mind, and I couldn't wait to pick it apart the way a 10th grade biology student does with an owl pellet to find mouse bones. (Jenica Jenson)

BEST ROMANCE GONE WRONG: Her tears were like moon drops dripping from the air-conditioning condenser of my soul, forming a mushy puddle under my Buick. (Nathan Strong)

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT: After the makeover, Dirk couldn't decide which was more shocking-the face that Melanie appeared to have been dipped in white chocolate, sprinkled with sanding sugar and dotted with nonpareils, or the realization that the word nonpareil was part of his vocabulary. (Deanna Johnson)

WEIRD SCIENCE: The group of scientists collecting data on the movement of the tectonic plates concluded at last that shift happens. (Jana Rogers)

JUST IN TIME FOR HALLOWEEN: Seventy years is a long time for a ghost not to haunt a haunted house, but eighty years would have been even longer. (Monelle Smith)

WHICH BRINGS US TO OUR TWO GRAND-PRIZE WINNERS: The farmer had no business going back inside that wretched barn- the sheep knew, he knew, the sheep knew he knew, and that was enough. (Todd Phillips)

AND ALSO: William couldn't believe how much clearer his sinuses felt after the Resurrection. (Ryan Alleman)

Check online for more sentences we loved!

BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!! 'Clearer sinuses'.... ha ha ha.

That was great.

http://www.deseretnews.com/article/705339385/Ann-Cannon-Who-knew-so-many-could-write-bad-prose.html?pg=1

Just copy and past this into your bar, and it should lead you to the website where there are even MORE sentences. It's hilarious!

Updates

Okay, I am SOOOOOO sorry that it's been so long since I've written. Things have been... busy. So if this post gets long, sorry. You can stop and read the rest of it tomorrow or something. Anyway...

So, I am now 17, and I am WAYYYY excited. I can donate blood now! For most of you, you're saying, "You're excited for THAT?!" But I have to say "Yes. I am VERY proud to be donating blood." This is something I have been looking forward to since I was 15. Oh, and that means I have 4 more years until I get to turn my mission papers in! HOORAY!!!!! I'm currently teaching myself Irish so I can (hopefully) go to Ireland for my mission. I am just MADLY in love with Ireland, don't ask.

Oh, and it's October, and we have the Sadie Hawkin's dance. YES! This is the first girl's choice, but I asked this one kid to Homecoming anyway (tee hee). It was fun. Anyway, I have to tell you the EXCITING moment in my life: We - Viewmont Belle (now Woods Cross Belle-YAY!), Imaginary Chica (yes, she IS real), and I-went to 'Jim's' house. We put my question in the balloons, put a bunch of candy on in bags, and then wrote my name ON. THE STRINGS of the balloons. We decorated his front door and me and Imaginary Chica went to the car and waited while WX Belle put Jim's name on the balloons, rang the doorbell and ran behind a car. It was great. We waited for EVER for them to come and get everything. It was really fun.

In the end, someone had already asked Jim to the dance. I'm pretty sure he hates me, and was finding an excuse to not go to Sadie's with me (which is OK). So I just have to look for other fish to ask... heh heh heh. Anyway, we did ask someone else, and I am currently expecting an answer. It's really exciting when you ask guys to Sadie's. If anyone has an idea to ask, let me know! We are ALWAYS looking for some new and inventive ways to ask.

So that's about it for right now. I know, boring. But hey, such is life, right?

Quirks

Okay, I just read this blog (the 'Mindless Banterer') where she has posted a 'quirks' list, and I-not having ANYTHING to blog about-must now blog about my quirks. So here it goes:

1. When people talk, I have to type (air-typing) what they are saying.

2. I drum on tables, my legs, my shoes, the floor.... YOU NAME IT!!!!

3. I 'air'-piano, 'air'-violin, and on good days, I 'air'-guitar.

4. I like to sing along or talk-along when I watch a movie, and I know the lyrics/lines.

5. People who say 'expecially', or 'ex-scape' make me CRINGE!!!! It is now a habit to not say anything to them.

6. People who don't like what I like is declared a 'hater'.

7. I dance in public, mostly just to embarrass my brothers.

8. I (like the Mindless Banterer) like to switch to different accents. British, Russian, Irish/Scottish (I usually combine and/or switch between the two during a conversation), Australian, French, lots and lots!

9. I say "I'm sorry" after everything. Seriously.

10. I do, on occasion, serenade people.

11. I like to make people hang up their phones when they're with me. I'll even turn it off if I have to. I'll steal it from them!!! I don't like being interrupted when I'm with a friend.

12.I don't write full words sometimes. When I write storeis, it's "go get 'em!" or "Let's get goin'!" Even on blogs, I have to go back and put it back to "correct grammar".

Update

Oh, hi. Long time no READ!!!!! DUDE!!!! It's been sooooooooooo long. but seriously.
I have a life, too, ya know! (okay, so maybe i don't. that's not the point!)

I have been working, and it literally kills me! I have said that this job is killing me, right? Anyway, I managed to cut my days, and I now get Thursday and friday off, and my very good friend Blond Chica now does the other two days. She's super-good with kids, too.

Anyway, to sort-of-kind-of-maybe catch you up to date, nothing exciting has happened. Well, except for last weekend. Last Saturday they had a Celtic Festival a little bit aways from here, so we went, because my dad knows that I am interested in that Irish-Scottish stuff. It was great. We also managed to go to a 'zoo', although it's not really a zoo. At least, not the kind with all the zebras and lions and bears (oh my!), but it's like a... a sanctuary. They take in animals that have been hurt, and they pretty much nurse them back to health, although not many of them leave. Ever. They have the Bald Eagle, and a Golden Eagle, which, by the way, are HUGE. They also have coyotes, and owls, and birds, and an albino porcupine, who sits on his fat tush all day and SLEEPS. Literally.

They have a stream running straight through the middle of it, too, and they have it fenced off, with little turtles, and different types of ducks. They have some of those cappucin monkeys, like the ones from the 'Pirates of the Caribbean' or 'Night at the Museum'? Yeah, those are cute. And admission is practically free!!! It's only $1 for adults, and fifty cents for children 12 and under. Pretty neat, eh? and there's this HUGE park right next to it, as well as a 'snowy shack' right outside the entrance to said zoo. Their slushie-thingies are DIVINE! They have this new 'sweet powder' or 'sour power' thingy, and yeah, it's SOUR. My brothers all put it on, and let me try it, but it was NASTY. Mine was like a Cherry something or other, but it was pretty good. Then, we went home. Very nice to be home.

I got this Henna Tattoo at the Celtic Festival which I simply ADORE. Very cute. That lady was good.




Love it. Also, I got new shoes for school, and they're those 'converse' imitations, but I love 'em, and they're all drawn over, so I decided, I'll continued to draw on them! This also discourages me from drawing on myself. Love it.





As you can see, maybe I DO have too much time on my hands. Anyway, some semi-exciting news. I have been doing many a-thing with my friend, Blond Chica, this summer. Very exciting. So I asked her if I could find us dates for the Homecoming Dance. She said yes, so I set to work. Of course, I already had somebody in mind, but I need to make sure they were 'available'. Very excited.

That's pretty much MY update. For now.

MY Boyfriend Theory

Oh, hi. Long time, no see. But (as most of you know):

A: School is back in session, and
B: There's nothing to blog about.

Well, not really, anyway. School's back. So what? No classes with any friends (okay, well, two, but it's the same person!), and my classes? Snooze-ville. Well, for the most part.

Like, my US History class? Gag. My math class? Obnoxious kids, although the teacher is really nice. My chem class is sort of-kind of-maybe fun. The teacher is, once again, nice. My english class? OK. There's this really cute kid, and I sort of-kind of-maybe want him to notice me. However, I'm not pushing it. Okay, subject change here.

I have a friend who is SPOILED ROTTEN. Like, seriously, she got her driver's license like, the day AFTER she turned 16, and her parents got her a car (of course). She has her own cell phone, her own DS (game system), her own iPod (big surprise), and has been seen using all three. AT ONCE. I was there, trust me.

She also works like, three jobs. Her dad works at a kind of shake shop at a mall, and she helps him. Her mom works at an insurance job, and she helps cleaning the office I think. Her mom also kind of 'runs/manages' a shop called 'Jewelry on Main' or something like that. So she helps her mom with the jewelry thing. Well, it's a natioanl company, and they had a convention or something like that, and talked to a CEO there, and she now officialy 'works' there, even though you're not supposed to until you're 18.

Oh, and she works at Lagoon.

She has been there for two years, and this last year, has been the NUMBER 1 employee since she started this year (she works in the games department). She says it's like, really hard just to get in the top ten. Does she get anything for being number 1? No. At least, not until the end of the year. If she is still numere uno at the end of the year, then she gets a little plaque. You know, the little board thingy with her name and picture, and says "number one employee for lagoon's gaming department", or whatever. Yeah, not the gingivitis-kill-your-teeth kind of thing.

Anyway, she also says they sometimes get cool prizes, like an iPod, or a gift card with a RIDICULOUS amount of money on it. Not that she needs it. Her parents give her everything they want. So, anyway...

She also has a boyfriend. (this is actually the point of my story) There WAS another guy, but lots of drama, and I didn't fully understand it, either, so we'll just skip that. So this current boyfriend is really kind, really sweet... yeah I was busy working on something else when she was talking, so I was sort of-kind of-maybe half paying attention. (SORRY!!!)

Anyway, then she asks, "So, do you have a boyfriend? Are you involved with anyone right now?"

"Well, not really." I respond, A-because it's also sort of-kind of-maybe against my religion, and B-because I'm just not into guys.

"Well, why not?" she asks. I shrug, although technically, she can't see me.

"I dunno, I'm just not a 'guy' kind of girl. I just don't roll that way."

"Oh." And the conversation turns elsewhere. I don't need to tell her that yes, every once in a while I see a nice guy, but NOOOOO, he doesn't really seem interested, or I don't even EXIST to him (which is okay), and I turn my attention elsewhere. Or, that maybe SOME guys have been... 'into' me, but EWW!!!!! I didn't like them.

So, I haven't talked to her since (it's been about two weeks, now), but we rarely talk. Which is fine by me, because sometimes, I (me, myself and I) need time to start 'building' up stuff to talk about. (Sigh)

My life is SOOOO boring.

Soda-Swilling bishop's wife is caught in ACT!!!!!

Well, school is starting next Monday, and I am sort of-kind of-maybe terrified. But that's not the point here. I love to read the Deseret News (a local newspaper), and on the front page of the 'comics' section, they have this absolutely HILARIOUS lady, by the name of Ann Cannon. She writes every Monday, and I simply adore her. Anyway, she is currently on vacation I guess, and so they posted this article, originally printed on June 29, 2000(!). Oh, PS, she's LDS/Mormon. Enjoy!

"Soda Swilling bishop's wife is caught in act"
Ann Cannon
columnist

My husband is the bishop of our LDS ward, which (technically speaking) makes me "The Bishop's Wife." Sort of like Whitney Houston before she started getting busted for possession at airports.

As far as I can tell, my husband is a pretty good bishop. I, on the other hand, kinda stink as a bishop's wife. I offer this factual story as evidence.

NOTE TO MY HUSBAND AND CHILDREN: PLEASE DO NOT READ THE PARTS OF THIS COLUMN THAT ARE IN ITALICS.

OK. I am not a good sitter. I can't even sit through a two-hour movie unless the male lead (a) looks like George Clooney or (b) is George Clooney. And after living with kids for the past 19 years, I don't have much of an attention-span left, either. These two facts combined, frankly, make three hours of church on Sunday a pretty rough go.

That's why I sometimes sneak home during the middle of meetings while you're all in class!

Anyway, I enjoy the experience of being at home by myself on a beautiful Sunday morning. It's quiet. It's peaceful, it's serene. It's everything church WOULD be if you didn't have to go there with your kids.

I turn on KBYU and listen to "St. Paul Sunday Morning." I read the Church News. I meditate.

Also, I open up the fridge and find a cold Dr Pepper that I've hidden from all of you! (Ha! Ha!)

So here's what happened not too long ago. I went home one Sunday morning, put up my feet, and opened a can of Dr Pepper.

Which, by the way, I didn't have to share with any of you! (She shoots! She scores!)

The only problem was that I didn't finish it before it was time to return to church. So I took my can of Dr Pepper with me, drove up to the church and sat in my car, where I finished drinking it.

Well, as I sat there in the church parking lot, sipping my Dr Pepper, I started to feel a little guilty, a little sleazy even. Somehow I couldn't quite see Mary Ann or Carolyn, the wives of our former bishops, hiding out in their cars during church like a bunch of AWOL deacons.

Suddenly, I was completely embarrassed for myself.

Just what was my problem, anyway?

That's when I decided I would be a GOOD bishop's wife, as opposed to a LOSER bishop's wife! From now on, baby! Right then and there! I'd do everything I was supposed to do! By the time I died, Mormons all over the world would be singing my praises, saying what a fine, nonsluffing bishop's wife I was! They might even give me a mention in the Church News!

I jumped out of my car and sprinted into the church like a pitcher to the mound, ready to put my new resolve into action. I strolled into the chapel, where I waved and smiled and shook hands with ward members all the way back to our pew.

It was only then I happened to notice (this is the truth) THAT I WAS STILL HOLDING MY CAN OF DR PEPPER!

OK. For those of you who haven't spent a lot of time in LDS chapels, I can totally promise you that you don't often find people taking little midmorning soda breaks there. Especially if you're the bishop's wife. In fact, if there were such a thing as a "Bishop's Wife's Handbook," it would probably have the following two rules.

RULE No. 1: Be good.

RULE No. 2: Don't go wandering around the chapel with a cold Dr Pepper can in your hand … duh … thereby alerting everybody that you have been sluffing instead of going to Sunday School again.

It's little experiences like these that have caused my family to lately call me names like "addict." They keep trying to bet me that I can't stop drinking Dr Pepper.

Well, I can, you guys. Honest!

But come on now. Why in the world would I want to?

All right, admit it, you had to have laughed at least ONCE. She's pretty good (in my opinion).

*M*I*K*A*

I'm going on like, a music spree here, seriously. But, music really spices up my life. So today's pick is 'Grace Kelly' by Mika. I LOVE and ADORE this song. I would love to sing along, but I really don't sing that well. Be glad you don't have to hear me sing.

Mika grace kelly
by BopiZ230

"I wanna talk to you."
"The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you it won't happen again."

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!

"Getting angry doesn't solve anything"

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

[x2]
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!

It's the Remedy!

Okay, more music. This one is a personal favorites, as it is JASON MRAZ!!!! He's like, amazing, seriously. This song is, 'Remedy (I won't worry)'. It is rumored that he wrote this song for a friend who had been diagnosed with cancer, or some serious illness.



I saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away
Cause you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring
now something on the surface it stings
that something on the surface it kind of makes me nervous who says that you deserve this
and what kind of god would serve this? We will cure this dirty old disease
if you've gots the poison I've gots the remedy



the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end.



I won't worry my life away.

I won't worry my life away.



I heard two men talking on the radio in a cross fire kind of new reality show
Uncovering the ways to plan the next big attack
they were counting down the days to stab the brother in the be right back after this
the unavoidable kiss, where the minty fresh death breath is sure to outlast his catastrophe
dance with me, because if you've gots the poison, I've gots the remedy



the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end.



I won't worry my life away.

I wo'nt worry my life away.



When I fall in love I take my time
There's no need to hurry when I'm making up my mind
You can turn off the sun but I'm still gonna shine and I'll tell you why
Because



the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end.



I won't worry my life away.

I won't worry my life away.

I won't and I won't and I won't etc.

Gone

Okay. I have now been renewed, and re-energized. It feels good, except for the fact that I didn't go to bed until 11 last night, and got up later than 8, which, yes, is unusual for me. I try to go to bed at about 9, and wake up between 6 and 7. So sleeping in past eight is like, 'sleeping in' for me.

So, anyway, I am a strange/normal person, who gets songs stuck in their heads. Today, that song would be "Gone", by Switchfoot. A favorite of mine, but I couldn't find a video or a music clip to put in... they would all be really dumb, so here are the lyrics.

She told him she'd rather fix her makeup
Than try to fix what's going on
But the problem keeps on calling
Even with the cellphone gone
She told him that she believes in living
Bigger than she's living now
But her world keeps spinning backwards
And upside down
Don't say so long, and throw yourself wrong
Don't spend today away
Cuz today will soon be

Gone, like yesterday is gone,
Like history is
Gone, just trying to prove me wrong
And pretend like you're immortal

She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every day we borrow
Brings us one step closer to the edge (infinity)
Where's your treasure, where's your hope
If you get the world and lose your soul
She pretends like she pretends like she's immortal
Don't say so long
You're not that far gone
This could be your big chance to makeup
Today will soon be

Gone, like yesterday is gone,
Like history is gone,
The world keeps spinning on,
Your going going gone,
Like summer break is gone,
Like Saturday is gone
Just try to prove me wrong
You pretend like your immortal your immortal

We are not infinite
We are not permanent
Nothing is immediate
We're so confident
In our accomplishments
Look at our decadence

Gone, like Frank Sinatra
Like Elvis and his mom
Like AL Pacino's cash nothing lasts in this life
My high school dreams are gone
My childhood sweets are gone
Life is a day that doesn't last for long

Life is more than money
Time was never money
Time was never cash,
Life is still more than girls
Life is more than hundred dollar bills
And roto-tom fills
Life's more than fame and rock and roll and thrills
All the riches of the kings
End up in wills we got information in the information age
But do we know what life is
Outside of our convenient Lexus cages

She said he said live like no tomorrow
Every moment that we borrow
Brings us closer to the God who's not short of cash
Hey Bono i'm glad you asked
Life is still worth living, life is still worth living

Very funny, love the 'Al Pacino's Cash' (The Big Kahuna thinks he says 'cat').

Anyhoo...

I'm BACK!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm Back!!!!! (that's in the creepy-little-girl-from-'poltergeist' voice) It's feels SOOO good to be back, too! Hated camp, seriously. We went to a really nice place, but there was just SOOOO much drama between the leaders and girls..... ugh, it was a nightmare. Many of us have vowed to NOT go next year, and I'm pretty determined to not go, too. Although there are many factors that if they were there next year, maybe I'd go... it also depends on where we're going.

Anyway, I discovered a few things about myself:
1-I'm pretty sure I'm over EFY-boy, because he hasn't e-mailed me, and it's been a whole month since EFY. So it's time to let go.
2-I LOVED EFY, and that would be the one week I would SOOO live over again, and make dying animal noises (inside joke).
3-I'm in love with a missionary. As in, he's still out there, and won't come home in about a year.
4-I am very thick-skinned (it's hard to hurt my feelings), but I don't do well physically.
5-My fave song is 'We Like To Party' by the Vengaboys.

I would also LOVE to go to Ireland for my mission (or Australia). So I'm pretty much begging God to let me go. I'll even pre-study the language, so I can go to the MTC (missionary training center) for just a few weeks, and then I can go out and start serving my Lord. Like seriously, you guys have no idea how stoked I am about going on this mission. I also am probably going to go to school between then and my mission (I have three years), and learning to cut hair. Then, I can be earning money and saving it for my mission so Momma Bear and the Big Kahuna can be sending me MY money, not theirs (they have three boys to look after, too, don't forget that!)

So I hope you guys had a better week than I did! Have you discovered anything else about yourselves?

Lost in Shopping!

All right. I'm FINALLY blogging about something else. I realized the other day that I couldn't find my MP3/camera/cam corder. So I tore the house up, looking for it. I searched my purse, in my closet, in the computer cabinet: NO LUCK!

So I was working the other day, and had a moment to rest. "Check your purse one more time. EMPTY it!" This little voice said. So, I did as told. I had actually just 'rearranged' my purse (my father was astounded any woman could 'reorganize' their purse), and so I thought it was possible maybe I buried it.

SHOCK AND AWE!!! There it was, snuggled amidst the lining of my purse, beneath the 'emergency' stash of candy. But I was positive I had searched my purse at least three times. I guess I just didn't look deep enough. So, it's good knowing I have my MP3 to listen to again. (Sigh of relief)

I went and shopped today, which is kind of saying something about me. I'm not TOO crazy about shopping, unless I have a craving (which I did), as well as $20-$40 to spend.

I bought shoes! I love shoes, mostly the converse-style (the ones with white tips). I know have three pairs, which my brothers think is RIDICULOUS! I have always been kind of a tomboy, not wanting more than one or two pairs of sneakers (only ever owning one at a time), but THREE?! Two of them are not even used! I have ones that are kind of formal, too, one of the more popular types. But the fantastic thing is they were all about $10-$12 bucks! WHAT A SAVINGS! I went to Forever Young, and they wanted like, $20. I DON'T THINK SO. They actually had cute styles and everything. But whatcha gonna do?

So, my shopping crave has been quenched... FOR NOW. (Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha...)

Obsession

So, I have to go to the doctor today for a 'check up and/or physical'. Uh-oh. I haven't been feeling good lately, and I'm hoping this will clear things up between me and my body. It's a new doctor, too, which makes things a little bit more tense.

I did it. I checked my e-mail like I told myself NOT TO. But oh well. He didn't e-mail. YET. But I can't help thinking about him. He asked to escort me TWICE, and there were times that it seemed he was arranging things to make it so he could come and be near me (not that I didn't mind). AND he asked ME to dance. It's kind of weird. And we sort of-kind of-maybe had a lot in common. He likes to sing and play violin. I like to sing and play violin (neither of which I claim to be a genius)! So why hasn't he e-mailed me.

He's probably going to e-mail me while I'm at camp. I just need to keep my mind distracted from him, and onto another missionary. He's CUTE!!!! But for some reason, my mind tells me, "YOU CAN'T LIKE HIM! HE'S A MISSIONARY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" But I can't help it! (or can I?)

I'm just too obsessive.

Writer's Block

So, I'm a story writer, but not a very good one. I never finish my stories. I probably have well over a hundred stories started, and only about 2 or 3 that are even finished. They're almost all on the computer. The other day, I was cleaning my room, and came across ANOTHER one. So I started reading, and was thinking, "this is a pretty good story," and then it stops.

"NO! NO! NO!!! Where's the rest of the story?!" I was very upset, and then I remembered something else about being a story writer: I DON'T WRITE OUT MY PLOTS!!! I have discovered that is one VERY bad thing about me, I forget about where I'm going with it. I have a vague recollection of the story (or writing it anyway), but I have been MUCH more successful if I write out what I'm doing, chapter by chapter.

I am currently writing one, and for some reason, I'm just being a lazy butt and not writing it. But I have the chapters written out! I even have the next two books written out, but I'm just a LAZYYYYY person.

Next week is Girl's Camp. And I can't blog. I'm a little sad about that. I can't check my e-mail either. I haven't checked it since Saturday, and I am making a goal not to until tomorrow. Just in case he e-mails, and then I don't look so desperate. I have found that I e-mail people like, AS SOON as they have e-mailed me. One friend did write to me, and the only reason she hadn't was because she had been at girl' camp! So I'm hoping he just went camping, and doesn't hate me or anything.... WAAH!!!! :'(

(Yes, I just did a crying emoticon!) So I have to wait, and I'm not a very patient person. (I know, shame on me!) I'm hoping this is teaching me some patience! IT HAD BETTER BE! (just kidding)

The Good, The Bad, The Dreamy

It's too hot. Just TOOOO hot. Here I am, trying to mow our lawn, and it's just too hot. I don't do well in the heat. Take, for example, two years ago at girl's camp. Didn't drink enough water, and I just about passed out. But we have FABULOUS girl's camp instructors/aids, and I lived. Slept the rest of the day, but I lived. And I drank more water, too. I've been upping my water even more, recently.

So I decided I've become obsessed. I check my e-mail twice a day-one in the morning, and once at night. True, nothing 'spectacular' arrives (and I think you know what I mean), but hey! It's worth trying, right? I had a dream I was running around a supermarket and he came running behind me saying, "RUN, CASSIE, RUN!" Not fully understanding, I turned around, saw him, and saw this HUGE snake coming up behind him. Needless to say, I ran. I then (for some reason) looked up, and there was no ceiling to this 'store', but a never-ending... darkness, so to speak, but it was like the sky or something, 'cause I saw stars. And then this huge two-headed dog appears, and I think the snake was trying to warn me or save me or SOMETHING weird. Then I woke up.

I have found my dreams to be truly strange. This past week, almost every night has me returning to EFY doing different things: making gumbo with human sweat, water and bacon, just going back and NOT meeting the previously mentioned cute guy...

So, anyway, returning to the original conversation, I'm obsessed. My brothers have started calling him my 'boyfriend'. First of all, HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND. Second of all, I have not heard a word from him since EFY, and though he did seem a little bit interested, maybe he just wants to be friends (which is fine by me). And I'm not supposed to check my e-mail ALL WEEKEND. It's just two days. I can do it. RIGHT?

Anyway, I have one last thing. In seventh/eighth grade, I had this HUGE crush on 'Rocker Kid'. He was cute, sort of-kind of-maybe funny, and tall, which is hard to find in a guy, especially at my height. Anyway, the summer between eighth and ninth grade, he started appearing in my dreams. In ninth grade, I still kind of got butterflies in my stomach, but he was going to a different high school, so I started pushing him out of my mind. But he still continued haunting my dreams.

I never really talked to him, but the last dream I had, I was somewhere with him and his friends, and we had to call my mom to come and pick us up. I sat in front, and I turned around to look at him, asking, "WHAT are you doing here? LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he left me alone for a while, and I didn't worry about it.

But he came LAST night. He came to my church and was giving a talk, but he SOOOO didn't look like a church guy. He had his street clothes on, and he had red dye in his hair, and his hair was really long. I was SOOOO mad.

My dad said (in reality), "Did you ever talk to him?" "No." I said. I then told him the dream about my mom picking us up, and telling him to LEAVE ME ALONE, and he said, "Hmm. You'd have thought he would at least stay out of your dreams." He's probably not even consciously aware of what's going on!

I've also had one little phrase stuck in my head:

There is no message we're receiving,
Let me know is your heart still beating?

NAME THAT TUNE!!! (Bonus brownie points)

Cutting it awful close

I DID IT!!!!!!

I cut my days. It won't start until the second week of August, but I only work the first three days, and one of my closest friends, Blond Chica, will take that last two (thursday and friday). Now I'll get to see my family a little more, and get some more school time to myself.

Oh My GOsh!!!! It's almost school time! AGAIN!!! I've been 'school' shopping throughout the summer. Buying clothes, getting some folders and stuff like that. Way excited! I just need at least one new pair of jeans (flare, of course), and then I (personally) think I'll be set.

But that I don't have to work thursday or friday... YAY!!! Of course, I just have to finish this week, next week and the week after that is girl's camp, so life will be LOVELY!!! FABULOUS!!! MARVELOUS!!! (can you tell I'm happy about this?)


Anyway, I e-mailed my EFY buddies yesterday, and I am kind of excited to see if any of them e-mailed me back. And I have to e-mail some other friends, too. Hmm...

$$$ CHA-CHING $$$

All right... HERE WE GO.

So I've been thinking lately about the recession and all, and wondering how I can make some $$$ (cha-ching!). I try NOT to think about it, but I decided that I need to start saving up for college, a car, emergencies... etc, etc. And school's coming up. Lots of fees to pay, and Momma Bear and The Big Kahuna have to pay for the boys' class fees, too, and I like to pitch in, so they don't have to wait for money to come in. We're actually pretty stable, despite the economic woes. But still...

I would also like to go on a big road trip for my senior year. I've been thinking just going up and down the coast-Oregon, Washington (state), California (which WOULD include Disney Land, thank you very much), and I know I'm the one that's going to have to start saving up for that, too. So, anyway...

I've been thinking of some money-making ideas. I was thinking of such ways, and then a thought came into mind. I have been playing piano for close to ten years: why not give lessons? It would be for beginners, maybe ages 6-12 or something like that, and I could start out slow, taking only so many students until I could get the hang of things. Not a bad idea.

But then I have my babysitting job. I talked to my mom, and decided I'm just going to have to talk to my babysitting-boss by myself. Tell her I'm going to start cutting days so that a) I can get ready for the coming up school year, what with me taking on THREE Honors classes (the horror!), and b) I can spend some more time with my family. I've been taking a bunch of time off anyway for different things-EFY, family functions, Girl's Camp, other church stuff-you get the idea.

So I want to start with cutting 2 days, and then slowly progressing to the point that I don't work anymore. I would love to take horse-riding lessons (that's a sport, right?), and spend more times with my friends. At first, I didn't really have a life. But then, things started slowly coming on, especially now that it's my High School year. Anyway...

I have NOT received any e-mails from any EFY buddies, but I'm afraid if I e-mail too soon, I'm going to look desperate... So when do I start e-mailing? It's Monday, and I wasn't really expecting to get any e-mails over the weekend, but... I don't know.

I guess I'll give it a week. That's good, right? And then I can start e-mailing others... I made one friend (a girl), and I'm really excited to stay in contact with her. We both had a lot alike: we're both kind of shy, we LOVE Harry Potter (Saw the movie! LOVED IT!!!!), and... well that's about all I got to know about her, really. So, I AM excited to get to talk to her. She's really sweet too (I don't know about me!)

A Hug to Remember

Ugh.. It's been a LONG week. But it was good. We were at EFY, as mentioned before, and I simply had a FABULOUS time. I am sitting here with my baby Presto on my lap. She's just adorable. Getting fatter by the day.

Anyway, I suppose I should finish my 'story' on EFY. It was just AWESOME. I would strongly recommend it to any youth 14 and up! If you're over 18 (for girls), and over 21 (for boys), then you can be a counselor. They are just so HILARIOUS and AMAZING! So I just have to say that going with Blond Chica, and one of her friends HSM Lover was Fabulous. HSML won a dance competition, and we had a variety show in which HSML, Blond Chica, and I (as well as some of our 'company' girls) went up with us to dance to a High School Musical song. Everybody was cheering for HSML. It was great.

Then the dance came Friday! I have to get this over and done with, because I am just SOOO excited. As I said before, I met a boy. Really nice. Anyway, so we had been messing around in one room which we were supposed to be cleaning, and there was like, NOTHING, to clean. So then, the councilors tell us it's time to go to the dance. He (said cute boy) asks to escort me and Blond Chica. We talked, and found we all three had a lot in common. But he's mostly talking to Blond Chica because he's already escorted me and already knows some about me.

So we get to the dance, we say thank you, and he goes to see his friends. We are literally having the times of our lives meanwhile, Blond Chica and I are dancing the night away.... OH YEAH! Throughout the dance, I watch to see if he's ever 'available', and he's on one side of the room, and by the time I would get to the guy, somebody else would be with him. So I kind of gave up.


So then one of my favorite songs comes on. It's one that requires line dancing. I don't know the song, but they called it the 'Peanut Butter Dance'. Fun times. It's the last dance of this EFY, and I am just THROWING myself into it. I ran to get my camera (also a camcorder) to video record the dance, so I can memorize it. I managed to get it, but by that time, I am just SWEATING. The next song, the third to last song, is a slow one(and I believe it was boy's choice). Well, I was just turning my camera off from checking to see if the recorded video was okay, when he comes up, and asks if I would like to dance. I hand my camera to Blond Chica (I asked if she would hold it-don't worry!), and off we went!

We were dancing (it's a slow song), and we're talking. Great guy to talk to. Anyway, pretty soon, the song is over, but I kind of didn't realize it because I was enjoying myself talking to this guy. Then I realize the song is over, and I shut up.

He kind of holds his hands up, and it's like I'm reading his mind, and in his mind he's saying, "Well, this is it." But you could tell he wanted to give me a hug. As far as I was concerned, he hadn't offered a hug to any other girl I had seen, and I wasn't imagining it because I wasn't expecting it.

So I had to hug him. But it was a nice hug. Just FYI, I have NEVER been hugged by another guy, so it's a new experience for me, and it's just WAYYY exciting. I DID manage to get his phone number and e-mail, so I'm like WAYYY excited. I was literally bouncing off the walls. I went back to Blond Chica (who had been asked by someone to dance), and she's telling me how it went, but I wasn't even paying attention.

"He hugged me." Was all I could say. She did know that I thought he was cute and all. She continued talking, but I felt bad afterward 'cause I wasn't listening. "He hugged me," was all I could say.

I went over to her house afterward (it was after 11 PM), and we were going to have a Harry Potter marathon, and then watch the sixth one today. But I couldn't stop talking about him like, the rest of the night. It will be nice to just be friends, but it's like, he's my first 'guy friend' hug, and I am no longer interested in any guys in my neighborhood.

NOT. A. ONE.

Tire Troubles

Hi. I know, it feels like it's been a LOOOONG time. But it hasn't (or has it?). Anyway, I've been at EFY, from 9 Am to 9 PM. It may not sound fun, but holy moly it's AWESOME!!! We learn dances, have spiritual time, the whole she-bang! The best part is, you can sign up with a friend and be in a group together! Good fun!

Yes, many 'new' experiences this week. Gotta break it down, though. See we have groups, which has one councilor-if it's a girl group, girl councilor, with boys, it's a boy councilor. You OK? Good.

Well, we then have companies, which (in our case) is three girl groups, and one large boy group. Yes! So, like, everywhere we go with our company, boys have to escort the girls. Well, yesterday on our way to closing ceremonies, I was asked to be escorted by what looked to be.... a 'nerd.' That's what he looked like... AT FIRST.

But then we got talking, and he was like, super sweet! And WAYYYY cool. He was born in another country, and he's been like EVERYWHERE!!! Amazing. AND he let me talk some, and we kind of 'took turns' talking, asking questions. Good fun, good fun. So now, he is officially on the 'cute' list. And that's just 'cause he's nice!

So today was the dance, and I was sorta-kinda-maybe looking for him. But I never DID dance with him... I'm just a chicken. What can I say? It's been good other than that, though. Classes are good, meals are good. We even have free time! It's awesome! Me and my friends (and Mr. T) are doing a 'musical medley' they're doing for the youth, too.

Mr. T joined of his own free will... which is saying something. He didn't really want to go, but he's sort of... opening up, I guess. Each day is getting better. Well, except for today.

You see, we got a flat tire. TWICE. in the same road, within 100 yards of each. the first tire was slashed. Someone had slashed it, and it was a MIRACLE that we made it as far as we did on that tire. Then, we put the spare on. Well, it wasn't pumped up, 'cause grandma never had had to use it before! So we called Momma Bear, who brought her friend, who took us to EFY (we were an hour late), and we later found out Momma Bear and grandma had been there for two and a half hours more before setting off to do other things. Pingu was patient the whole time (he's 10-years-old: THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING!)

Yes, things DID get better. (sigh) Such is life.

Oh, Tacoman is away at a week-camp in Idaho or something like that. We REALLY miss him.

The Spiritual Side of Life

So, this is a 'spiritual' blog. Yeah, I've had LOADS on my plate. Although, I need all of you to sign this statement (Okay, MENTALLY)

I,__________________, will NOT talk to ANYBODY about ANYTHING I read hear, unless I receive permission from Cassie the Sassie Lassie.

There.


I'm having problems with my... 'ward'. People are being jerks. First off, I have had this question for a while.

They tell us to be 'nice' to people from out of our church. That includes many, even the 'goth' or 'emo' kids. But then you hear, "You can't be friends with them. They might rub off on you."

Okay, that makes a lot of sense. Am I just supposed to stand six feet away and RADIATE the love of Christ? I'm not THAT good. I could try, but they'll look at me like I'm a freak, especially if I hold a flash light, saying "I'm radiating the love of Christ." Yeah, right. (I LOVE YOU, GOD!!!)

So, then, my leaders... they're so nosy! I work all the time, and the best way to contact me really, is by e-mail. But I'm not giving them my e-mail address. So then, they found out I work, and WHERE I work, so guess where they call? At my work place. I don't even THINK of picking up the phone when they call. I've even asked them, "Don't call at work. I think it is inappropriate and do not appreciate it." They say, "OK", and two weeks later, I get a call from one of them.

I'm also taking summer classes, and sometimes, I come home late (three the latest), but they call at like, one or two! (pm) My brother told me this conversation took place.

Bird Lady: Is Cassie there?
Tacoman: No. She stepped out.
Bird Lady: Where is she?
Tacoman: I don't know.
Bird Lady: When will she be back?
Tacoman: I don't know.
Bird Lady: Oh. So where is she? (ARE YOU SERIOUS?)
Tacoman: I think she's at school.
Bird Lady: Does she have a cell phone?
Tacoman: no.
Bird Lady: Oh. Will you take a message? Write this down. Are you ready?
Tacoman: Okay.
Bird lady: Sis. (Bird Lady) called.
Tacoman (thinking): ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

As far as I'm concerned, he didn't write it down, but did tell me. Yeah.

Now, I'm supposed to be patient with them. How am I supposed to be patient and 'love' and 'support' leaders, who all I hear about are BAD things?

"Yes, Sis. Red-Head loves us, but she's kind of pushy."

"Sis. Red-Head told my mom she deserves a better daughter (in front of my face!) and said it's because she 'loves' me."

Sis. Red-Head loves us, and then forces us to do things. Things even SHE doesn't do. WHAT IS THIS CRAP?! I don't play by those rules. I am SOOOO ditching this ward. Love the church. I love Jesus. But leaders are just dumb sometimes.

So how am I supposed to enjoy YW? Girl's Camp Menu has changed, as has housing, and they're putting other girls from OTHER wards into our cabins. It's going to be dumb. I feel that the YW presidency is corrupt. I REALLY don't want to go to camp. I have expressed the 'lack' of desires, and Momma Bear, at first, said, "It'll be okay. you need to go to be an influence on the girls."

WHAT GIRLS?!

Nobody pays attention to me. (Except Blonde Chica, and she's going with another ward, anyway!) Now, Momma Bear says I can opt out, but I've paid the fee, I've been going to the meetings that I, as a now 16-year-old, am required to go to, people are counting on me... JUST A LITTLE TOO LATE!!!

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but as most teenagers, I don't feel she sees things the way I do. Unless I express myself VEHEMENTLY!!!!

So, I now HAVE to go to girl's camp. I'm not too happy with the ward. Ironically, a Sunday School lesson we had (my friend told me-I was gone), was 'Don't judge the church by the people'. It's too bad, because I wish that the Prophet could see and/or hear some of the things going on. These things are NOT. RIGHT. It upsets me.

To along with this 'corruption' theme, I found a quote by CS Lewis. First of all, my grandma was getting rid of her books, and among them was this CS Lewis quote book. I try and read one every night. THIS GUY IS BRILLIANT. So, anyway, I figured with corruption, goes temptation. It's a favorite quote of mine, and I WILL give proper... copyright-age? I don't know. Anyway...\

"A silly idea is current that good people do not knnow what temptation means. This is an obvious lie. ONly those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is...A man who gives in to temptation after five minutes simply does not know what it would have been like an hour later. That is why bad people, in one sense, know very little about badness. They have lived a sheltered life by always giving in. We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it: ande Christ, because He was the only man who never yielded to temptation, is also the only man who knows to the full what temptation means--the only complete realist."
-C.S. Lewis, Mere christianity, bk. III, chap. 11, para. 7, pp. 124-125

Just one more thing. In lieu of July 4th (didn't blog then, either!), I received an e-mail from my grandmother. She is wonderful, and I have to say I LOVE her and the crazy e-mails she sends me. One was a July 4th powerpoint presentation, with pictures of our flag, and our services in Iraq. I ALWAYS tear up when I see pictures like these. They simply touch the heart.

At the end was a quote similar to this:

"Only two people you know of have willingly died for you: Jesus Christ, and the G.I. Force. One (Christ) died for your salvation.

"The other died for your freedom."

That struck me in the heart. Just RIGHT. THERE. I nearly broke into tears (I was in public, and had to hid said tears). I fiercely believe we are a blessed people to live in the USA, and our presidents (all of them) try to keep it that way. There will always be rumors, but we don't REALLY know. We can only hope.

'Bang'-up Jokes

All right, I'm hopin' we got some good material here!

First of all, I FINALLY got a picture of my retarded bangs.




Yeah, I know. Really dorky. Anyway, I've been coming up with some good jokes here. I had a science teacher in ninth grade, and that was the ONLY way to 'sweeten' him up. He wasn't so mean to me and my friends after a couple of days of telling him jokes. It was great. Anyway...


Q: What's wrong with Chris Brown?
A: BEATS ME!!!! (I found this one in particular delightful)

A farmer, Osama Bin Ladin, and Pres. George w. Bush are stranded in the middle of nowhere. They suddenly find a lamp. They rub it, and POOF! Out comes a genie. The genie turns to the farmer. "What would YOU like?" He asks. "I would like a good crop for the rest of my life, so I can be happy." The genie nods his head, and says, "It is done." He then transports the farmer to his farm. The genie then turns to Osama Bin Ladin. "What would YOU like?"

"I would like a wall 20 ft. tall, 8 ft. thick, going around my WHOLE city. No one gets in, no one gets out." The genie nods its head and says, "Done." The genie then transports Osama Bin Ladin to his city, and the wall is there. The genie turns to Bush.

"What would YOU like?" He asks. "20 ft. tall, right?" Bush asks. The genie nods. "8 ft. thick, right?" Again, the genie agrees. (This is great)

"FILL IT WITH WATER."


That one puts a good spin on Bush. One of my faves. All right here's the last one. You might have heard it, but it's still good.

There are three men that all work in construction: a brunette, a red-head, and a blonde. One day, the brunette opens his lunch box and says, "Ah man! Ham and cheese again! If I get this ONE MORE TIME I'm going to jump from this building!" And proceeds to eat his lunch.

The red-head opens his lunch box and says, "Aw man! Ham and cheese again! If I get this ONE MORE TIME I'm going to jump from this building." And he proceeds to eat his lunch.

The blonde opens his lunch box and says, "Aw man! Ham and cheese again?! If I get this ONE MORE TIME I'm going to jump from this building." And HE proceeds to eat his lunch.

Well, wouldn't you know it? The next day, all get the SAME meal, and jump off the top of the building. The next day at the funeral, the brunette's wife says, "If he only had told me! I would have changed it!"

The red-head's wife says, "If I had ONLY known! I would've done something different!"

The blonde shrugs and says, "Eh. He packs his own lunch."

I have heard several variations on the joke, on food, where they work, etc., but it's all basically the same joke. Hope you enjoyed! There WILL be more coming, just FYI.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

All right, as you can see, I have NOTHING to blog about today. I'm sure I do, but I can't remember what. I can be very boring. So, guess what? I'm talking about clothes.

I got paid last week, and I saved some money to help Mama Bear, who was going to get me contacts. I thought they were $50, like we did last time with insurance, but guess what? WRONG. So, she says, "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine." I had already given her some money, and just let her run with it. (She's paying for a lot of stuff for me right now: car insurance, contacts, supports for my feet, etc...) Anyway, now, I have $20 bucks, give or take. I bought: 2 shirts and 1 pair of converse shoes. I LOVE converse shoes, because you can draw on them! except, I hate the high-tops or whatever, the ones that go past your ankles? Those are STUPID. (Personally)

So I just got the ones that go a little below the ankle. They're cute, really. But they're for school. Yes, I'm school shopping. I am like, so totally ready for next year. I think I'll go buy ONE more pair of flair jeans (my fave), and then, I'm like, seriously, ready. But we'll just look throughout the season. And the best part is, like, everything is on sale. Those shoes? 10 dollas. Yeah, they were on sale from 14. SWEET! Those two shirts? 7 bucks each, originally TWICE that price. I also had two MORE shirts that I got at wal-mart--a snoopy shirt and a 'supergirl' shirt--for 3 BUCKS!!! Off the clearance rack, and IN MY SIZE!!!

But I want two more pairs of converse shoes (I know, a girl can NEVER have enough shoes): a black pair and then maybe a pink or blue pair (if they have purple, I'LL TAKE IT!!!!) But we'll have to see.

I now have a choise of what to do with my money. The smart thing would be to save it, especially for school next year. I got lots of stuff to pay for. Or I could buy those converse shoes. Or, I could get a new pair of jeans. There's lots of options... I'm just not sure right now.

We're talking about THAT!!!!

So, as most of you know, I'm in Summer Bio. It's a good class, but keep in mind that this class is open for kids going into the ninth grade to kids going into their senior year. That's immature. RIGHT. THERE.

We're getting like, biological, here, just so ya know.

We are discussing/being taught about the different between meiosis and mitosis. Mitosis is for 'single' cells (so to speak), and meiosis is for cells that it takes TWO to make one. Mitosis is when the cells simply duplicate themselves, and all the cells look the same. Meiosis is where the cells get half of 'mom', and half of 'dad'. Get it? Got it? GOOD.

So one kid is kind of obsessed. "oh. We're talking about THAT!" He said. One of the other teachers came in the room to grab something. Said immature kid saw him and said, "Hey, Mr. E, we're talking about THAT!" We kind of all laughed, and the teacher who was originally teaching this says, "We don't want him to know we're talking about THAT." The kid kind of looks confused for two seconds, turns to "Mr. E", and says, "Just kidding. We are NOT talking about THAT!" Stupid kid. Everyone laughed, anyway.

Now go back and replace all of "THAT" with 's=e=x'. Yeah.

Speaking of which, I have some funny stories of said THAT.

A while ago, the subject somehow arised at lunch time. I'm not exactly sure how it went, and all I remember is we're sitting at lunch, and saying to one friend, "Do you seriously NOT know what the birds and the bees are?" She shakes her head. "Go ask your mom." Someone replies. "Can we NOT talk about this?" another friend, still eating her lunch, asks. It goes quiet for a moment, and then, blonde friend in question says,

"It doesn't have anything to do with tobacco, does it?"

The table BUSTS up laughing so loud. Poor girl. But the good thing is, she's tough. She doesn't really care if people laugh at her or not. She knows now (this was a couple of years ago), but still.

I am a Reba-fanatic. I used to not be, and I started watching her series, and couldn't get enough, seriously. So in one episode, her son-in-law, Van, explains to her 8-year-old son, Jake, what it is. It doesn't tell you or show you what he tells the Jake, but we hear about it from Reba's daughter/Van's wife, Cheyenne. Reba thanks him and everything, and he explains how he told Jake it's called the birds and the bees.

"Except, I don't see how the birds and the bees can do, especially if they're flying when they're doing it. That's probably why you see all the birds flying into the window."

Van's an idiot, seriously. But it's funny. I tried uploading the video, but it won't let me. Just check it out online, and it starts at about 11:43 and goes on for about five minutes.

PS-I'm sorry if you think this is an inappropriate blog. These things happen in my daily life, and I try my best to keep it clean. Seriously

Bio Education

Hi guys. Long time, no read. Well, OK, not THAT long. But still.

So for all MY peeps out there, I have an announcement. I'm hoping next thursday we can have a sleepover at my house. under the stars in my backyard. I hope you don't mind doggies. We'll try and keep 'em off ya!!!

Anyway, come at about 8, and if you can, bring your own food!! candy, breakfast material. we'll play games and stuff. if the weather's not good, we'll sleep inside. So bring your sleeping bag, a pillow, and a game (or two) if you wish. Mindless Banterer, you ARE invited. I know you probably won't sleep over, but you can do a 'late-night' thing or whatever. thursday to friday at my house!!! you should know where that is, but i'll call y'all just to make sure i get EVERYBODY!!!!

So, for Summer Bio, we went to the USU Poisonous Plant op. place or something like that. I actually learned lots. There's a certain plant that is either A) called cyclopamine, or B) contains cyclopamine. what does it do?

If a pregnant ewe (female sheep) eats this stuff on the 14 day of her gestation period (BIG WORDS, SORRY!), that's when the stem cells are figuring out what to do, like what they're going to become: eye balls, feet, ears, that sort of stuff.

So, anyway, this cyclopamine totally MESSES up the baby. most of the time, it actually elongates the time a sheep is pregnant (gestation period) and can even kill the sheep. the baby usually doesn't live. So, here's a pic of a baby that didn't live. FYI, if you're easily grossed out, you probably shouldn't look.



It IS right-side up. that thing on top is the nose. that's how deformed the poor baby sheep gets. it's been decapitated. poor sheepy. anyway, the tongue in the liquid gets bloated, so guess what? it sticks out, and looks like it's stinking its tongue out to you. poor baby sheep.


So I've learned LOTS!!!!!! Sorry if you got grossed out. Oh, PS, these mutations DO happen in humans, although it's like one in every 16,000 or something like that. there are other mutations, like there's no nose, or the eyes aren't quite seperated. it's really sad.

Bio Emotions

So, emotions for me have been a little crazy, even after yesterday's post.

Well, first off, there's Jon and Kate getting divorced. That makes me sad. A family with that many children, and they're getting splitting up? Terrible. Terrible thing to do to those children. AND THEY'RE STILL FILMING!!!! I think they should stop.

I was reading an update, and it said that Kate's agent or whatever said that Kate won't take her wedding ring off, because she's afraid she'll devastate the children. Okay, first of all, do the kids even KNOW what a wedding ring symbolizes? They're only like, 5 or 6 (I think), but even if they're 8, do they really understand? Personally (THESE ARE JUST MY THOUGHTS), I think that maybe, just maybe, Kate isn't ready to call it quits after all. Maybe. But then again, they are discussing finding places to stay while one stays in the house with the kids. I don't know. I also heard a 'rumor' that Jon is looking for a place to stay in New York. That's a little ways away from Pennsylvania.

I know, lots of drama.

Anyway, the next emotion comes from last night, after I got home from going to a 'pack' meeting for Pingu. My mom, who had been with a friend, didn't go. When we got home, she was there. Lots of welcoming.

So I go to show her what I had recorded from the pack meeting (they were racing boats or something like that), and she looks at me, and says, "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" My heart hits my feet (snap) just like that!

"I told you I was going to cut it today". I said. Yes, it's true. I cut my hair (only my bangs, actually), but I wasn't thinking and cut them WAYYYYY too short. It looked really dumb, and I had wasted 15 minutes doing that. Yes, I felt VERY stupid after that.

She continues to berate me, saying things like, "That's what an 8-year-old does!". She refuses to talk to me for the rest of the night, which is fine, 'cause I'm still deciding whether or not I should be sad. These are some of the thoughts running around in my head:

A. It's my hair, right? I should be able to do what I want with it.
B. I never cut my hair when I was 8-years-old. Goes to show I was smarter at that point in time than I am now (about hair, anyway).
C. She IS my mom, and does have a right to say what I can and can't do.
D. Look, it's done. Nothing I can do to change it, so I might as well appreciate it.

So, there's that drama. I love my mother, and she did apologize for making me feel bad last night. I shrug. "It's all right. I told you I was being stupid at the time, and have yet to remember what I was thinking when I cut that much off, anyway."

Next: I have to be at school tomorrow at 6. AM. Not fun. We're going on a huge field trip, and we're not coming back until 3:30. Yay. But my teacher assured us we will have a chance to sleep on the bus. I can't sleep on buses, and most certainly not after I have woken up. I have this odd disease that once I'm awake, I CANNOT go back to sleep, until between 8-10 pm. Sometimes later, sometimes earlier. Once in a great while, I'll take a nap. Like last Saturday. I slept for half an hour, woke up to go get my brother, came back and slept for three hours straight. Man, I was SOOOO tired.

So, now I need to anticipate getting up at 5 in the morning. And I have to bring a jar so we can 'collect' bugs for a bug collection we're doing in my biology class. Yeah, we have to pin 'em, and make sure they're dead before so we don't have bugs moving on the pins. (SHUDDER)

Library Geek in the PINK!!!!!

Sorry it's been so long. It's just been a hectic week. My uncle was in town (as I posted earlier), and he and my dad are the closest of all the sibs in thsir family. His young daughters are fun to be around, however, they can sometimes be kind of bratty. I love 'em anyway!

So, I've been talking about getting a new job. I'm slowly transitioning from my current job, and then when I am DONE with it, I am putting an application for the library. I'm scared, though, cause some of my friends want to try, too. What if I don't make it? :(

But a new thought arose in my BRILLIANT mind. If the library closest to me decided that it won't be hiring ANYONE, then I'll apply to the one over near the Wal-Mart, which (true) is in a another city, but it's fairly close. And, I'm hoping once I have enough money, I can then buy a car, and pay for my own gas, car insurance... YAY!!!! My mom 'poo-poo'-ed the idea, but I thought it was good. At least I know what I want to do with my life.

It'll take a while, seeing as I have next to nil in the bank currently, but hey!

Movie news: Johnny Depp is starring in Tim Burton's 'Alice in Wonderland', which is scheduled to come out March 5, 2010. It also stars some Australian actress (she fits Alice almost perfectly), as well as Helena Bonham-Carter as the Queen of Hearts, and Anne Hatheway as the 'White Queen', or the 'Snow Queen' or whatever that title is. I'm excited!!!! I love what Tim Burton does. Seriously, everything! Except for Willy Wonka, but that was never a favorite movie.

So, guess what? It's Jason Mraz's birthday today! He's one of my fave singers. My favorite album of his would have to be Mr. A-Z. Get it? Take out all the punctuation marks, and it says MRAZ!!! Hee hee... I thought that was quite clever. His newest one is OK, but I like some of the older songs better. That's OK.

Wal-Mart to the rescue!!!!

Well, my dad's brother is in town. He (my uncle) has two daughters, ages 12 and 9 (I think). They are probably the cousins I am closest to, yet they live in Oregon. It's a beautiful place, seriously.

Anyway, we've been spending some time with them, and it's really nice. This Thursday we're going to a waterpark with them, and I'm WAYYY excited. I really love 'em. Plus, I get to miss out on some school. Thursday DOES have its cons, as I will be missing my close friend, Blonde Chica.

But ANYWAY....

About a week and a half ago, I ordered a camcorder/camera/mp3 player from WAL-MART.com (great place, by the way), and was simply ECSTATIC when my dad said that they had e-mailed (we did it through his account), and that it was here. So, at about seven o'clock, we go down to our nearest wal-mart and get it! YAY!!!!! Way excited. It is currently downloading my music files and charging its little battery. Tee-hee....

That's about all the exciting news for now. I have been enjoying my summer vacation, thank you very much, 'cept haven't seen much of my PEEPS!!!! MISS YA LOTS, LADIES!!!!!

I really need to get out more often.

Computer Lock-Down

So today for lunch, I went to an extremely GOOD place. For those of you who haven't been, I strongly recommend Five Guys Burgers and Fries. It was a FANTASTIC place. The fries are awesome! I had (surprise) a burger, and it was pretty good. I was also one for home-cookin', but it wasn't bad. They actually do everything there. They have these huge bags of potatoes just sittin' around in the 'restaurant'. I heard the Big Kahuna explaining to Mr. T something about how they really 'hand-make' the hamburgers, aka they simply grab a blob of ground hamburger, and then flatten it and round it or whatever, until they make a hamburger patty. Then they fry it up and serve it! It's pretty good, actually.

I'm actually pretty excited. My uncle from out-of-town is coming next week, so we're going to see him on Thursday and Friday. Ya know, just... hangin' out. It's gonna be pretty fun. He has two daughters who are younger than I am, but they're actually pretty cool to hang out with. I love 'em!

My parents decided to lock the computer down, so that you have to type in a password in order to get into the computer part of the computer. You know, where the games and the Microsoft Word 'accessories' are. Yeah, and I know the password, but we're only allowoed on the computer from like, 3-7, unless we need it for school or something.

I actually DO have homework, seeing as I'm taking that summer class. Small stuff, but I looked ahead on the schedule, and we have a couple of 'reports' due, which means--INTERNET work. Yay (not really). But if I pass this class, I don't have to take a science class my senior year. YAY!!! Although, knowing what I want to do and all that, I probably will.

Oh well.

Update 101

Howdy, y'all! Long time no READ!!!! Life's been pretty busy, though.

School got out last Friday, but technically, I didn't have to go. See, if you ordered a yearbook, then you could go to the thursday party, which was the yearbook party. that was fun. I went friday, but only for about an hour to get teacher signatures. that was fun.

Then, I started Summer Bio, with one of my closest friends, Sweet Chica. She is not a morning person (but who is?) and falls asleep in class. We have three teachers, and they're all AWESOME!!!! Hoping to make new friends soon, but you know me, I'm just too shy.

So last saturday was the pancakes for parkinson's breakfast, and that was fun. It was a little tiring, but mostly fun. People did come, but not too many, seeing as it was her first year. I actually think we did well for the first year. One lady asked me to take her picture next to the banner that read "Pancakes for Parkinsons: the Michael J. Fox Foundation" (or something like that). She informed me that her dad had Parkinson's.

"I want to show him that I'm trying to support him." I smiled and said, "That's good." I have had a little experience with parkinson's, so I understand her wanting to help her dad. I thought it was really nice.

So this summer Biology only goes from monday to thursday. It's all good. I get to sleep in TOMORROW! But I have to go to work a little later, anyway. Oh, well.

I'm actually a little hesitant about summer bio. See, one of the new teachers there, Mr. E, kind of creeps me out. He seems interested in me... a little TOO interested. I pointed the fact that he kind of creeps me out to Sweet Chica, and she agreed, although we haven't talked much about it. That's cool.

I have to say another thing. I've been thinking lately about what I do--ya know, babysitting and all. I do it every day, and it does actually get a little tiresome. I also learned I have no patience with children. This job is probably a no-no for me. So, I need to pray about it, and think about what I WOULD like to do. One girl in my neighborhood worked for the library, so I've been thinking about doing that. I actually think that's what I'm going to do. But I've got to see what God thinks. I happen to take into consideration his opinions, believe it or not.

I asked the girl in my neighborhood a little bit about what goes on. She says when she started, she began as a 'page', working about $7/hour. Not bad. Then, she moved up to a 'clerk' (I think). FYI: she worked for less than a year there. She's moving a way to college, so she had to quit her job. But to advance about three levels in less than a year is not bad. I think I would enjoy working in the library. I hope God thinks I would be a better librarian than a babysitter.

I will hopefully all let you know what I plan on doing. Until next time.

Hasta Luego (See ya later!)

Wendy's vs. the Gym

I have NOT joined facebook. Nope. Don't wanna. I'm stubborn that way. However, Blonde party-dancer has pretty much BEGGED me to join. But guess what? I don't have time for that. Not to 'update' my status or whatever, download pictures... not me.

I have my blog, and i am very satisfied with that, thank you very much. Sometimes, I don't even have time for that. Like this Saturday? probably not gonna blog. I have to supervise a youngster for about 3-4 hours because of a breakfast his mom is doin', and then I need to hang out with my friends. Sorry, weird 'lingo'.

But I must say I am proud of myself for keeping up with this blog. I recently read a comic about a daughter informing her parents about what a blog is. She described it as "an online journal." not a bad idea. Maybe i should just print off the blogs and stick 'em in my diary.

Anyway, today, I got out early. We've been getting out early all week. Very nice, very nice. So today, me and my gym buddies went to Wendy's, which is a little ways away from the high school. Lots of fun. They're both one year older than I am, so it was kind of weird being the youngest there. But oh well.

Kind of ironic, seeing as we just quit gym, and we're fattening up again. Hee hee. :D Not to brag or anything, but at the beginning of the year, I weighed 118 (that's not bragging), and approximately 26.2% of my body was body fat. 15-25% body fat is ideal for girls. So I was just a SMIDGEN overweight. My friends laughed at me, because apparently, I don't look like it. So at the end of the year, we test our weight and everything again.

I gained 3 pounds, now weighing 121 lbs. But guess what? My body fat went down to 22.1%! My teacher was very proud of me, and said, "good job!" which is much praise from the gym teacher. YES!!!

So here i am, sitting at my computer, being semi-gluttonous (glutunous?) It has recently come to my attention that I can't spell. Sorry. That's what spell checker is there for , though, right?

Tomorrow, I get to go to a yearbook party, which should be particularly entertaining. I'm not popular, so I'm not expecting very many signatures. That's OK, though, right? Popularity doesn't really matter to me. Not right now, anyway. I'm so bored, I'm kind of just rambling right now. Sorry.

So, I better find something GOOD to do, so I'm not... glutuonous. Ah, geez. Never mind.

Stupid People

Okay, so maybe of some of you remember my recent post on stupid people (if you could read it). Well, they're everywhere. I, as well as some of you, go to school/work with them. We be-friend them, and we even have to help them. I'm not trying to 'dis' the stupid people, but come on! Some of them, their problem is just COMMON SENSE!!!

It's the end of the school year, which means we have to turn text books in, right? Well, my science teacher was having problems with the system. Some of us had like, 8 fines according to 'him', when it was really the computer going ski-wampus. I felt so bad for him. He was getting a lot of heat from the parents as well as the students.

He explained to us--several times, might I add--this problem he was having. I got it the first time, and double checked ONLY ONCE. But some girls just don't get it. One girl, for example, EVERY DAY was complaining. She even complained to some other teacher in class (we have several classes together--ugh...) what was happening. I then raised my hand and proceeded to tell them that the science teacher was having problems with the system, and the 'head dpt.' wasn't showing him how to do it. The teacher that this girl was complaining to, my world-civ teacher, said, "I'm sure he'll fix it." She still complained about it.

As if that's not enough, she's LATE all the time. So the day my science teacher announces, "Well, I hope you're all happy, because I've been spending at least two hours for the last 3-4 days going in and typing in who had turned their book in and who hadn't." He had to go in BY HAND, instead of by the stupid system on the computer, to put who had and who hadn't turned in their book. We all cheered. Then, said stupid girl, comes in. LATE. And is dying to know why every one is clapping.

I almost said, "Well, if you hadn't been late, you would KNOW." But I didn't say anything, even though I probably should've. ARGH!!! Some of these people drive me up the wall. Don't even get me started on the people who aren't paying attention when the teacher says something, and then they turn around and ask something about what the teacher just said.

These people... they're EVERYWHERE!!!

Some guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get rid of his old
fridge, he put it in his front yard and hung a sign on it saying:
"Free to good home. You want it, you take it."

For three days the fridge sat there without even one person looking

twice at it. He eventually decided that people were too un-trusting of

this deal. It looked too good to be true, so he changed the sign to read:

"Fridge for sale $50." The next day someone stole it.

* * * * * * * * *

One day I was walking down the beach with some friends when someone
shouted... "Look at that dead bird!"

Someone looked up at the sky and said... "where???"

* * * * * * * * *

While looking at a house, my brother asked the real estate agent
which direction was north because, he explained, he didn't want the sun
waking him up every morning.

She asked, "Does the sun rise in the north?" When my brother explained

that the sun rises in the east, and has for some time, she shook her head

and said, "Oh, I don't keep up with that stuff."

* * * * * * * * *

I used to work in technical support for a 24/7 call center. One day I got a

call from an individual who asked what hours the call center was open.

I told him, "The number you dialed is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."

He responded, "Is that Eastern or Pacific time?" Wanting to end the call quickly,

I said, "Uh, Pacific".

* * * * * * * * *

My colleague and I were eating our lunch in our cafeteria, when we overheard one

of the administrative assistants talking about the sunburn she got on her weekend

drive to the shore. She drove down in a convertible, but, "didn't think she'd get

sunburned because the car was moving".

* * * * * * * * *

My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car it's designed to cut
through a seat belt if she gets trapped.

She keeps it in the trunk...

* * * * * * * * *

I couldn't find my luggage at the airport baggage area. So I went to the lost

luggage office and told the woman there that my bags never showed up.

She smiled and told me not to worry because she was a trained professional

and I was in good hands.

"Now," she asked me, "has your plane arrived yet?"

* * * * * * * * *

While working at a pizza parlor I observed a man ordering a small pizza to go.

He appeared to be alone and the cook asked him if he would like it cut into 4

pieces or 6.

He thought about it for some time before responding. "Just cut it into 4 pieces;

I don't think I'm hungry enough to eat 6 pieces.

Yep, they walk among us
AND
they reproduce!