Monday, March 23, 2009

Parents.

Ah. Parents. Don't you love hate them?

This particular blog will be centering on my female parent.

So my mother. The laydown between us is we generally get along. Yes, we have spats; quite often. But not as often as people tell me we should.

Somehow our weird personalities click together or something.

Of course, a well oiled machine's gears can still grind occasionally.

SO. Saturday.

My mother goes to work before I wake up and is expected back abooooooout one o'clock. Okay.

This happens every Saturday.

I get up sometime that I dont recall and play FFxi all morning.

On a somewhat unrelated note I got black mage 75 this Sunday.

If you play FFxi you know I almosted pissed mah pants I was so happy.

Anyway.

Saturday.

So im doin' my thing and my mother slams open the front door and promptly says

"Why the fuck havent you been answering your phone?!"

Love you too Mom.

My morning's been great Mom.

How was work Mom?

No.

My cell phone happened to be in my pant's pocket on my bedroom floor.

Yes, Im that organized.

Apparently my mom thinks that if I dont answer my phone that someone broke in, raped me, and then burned the apt down.

Not kidding.

So she starts screaming at me about how I care about only myself and she's been worrying all afternoon.

I go and check my phone to see 2 voicemails and 3 text messeges.

Talk about obsessive?

So she's screams more.

[[I will admit at this point I was screaming back.]]

So she freaks out and "sends me to my room".

Wait, peace and quiet?

My whole bookshelf to myself?

Darn.

So I read for a little bit and she's storms in to 1. Take the book 2. Tell me to get ready because I had my driver's ed final.

Woopty Doo.

I was already nervous before my mom's on my case about breathing wrong.

As we're driving to the school, which is a fantastically long ride of 45 minutes.

Of dead silence.

Ha. I wish.

The whole time she's saying how disgusted and disappointed she is.

How I only care for myself.

How I am such an awful daughter.

Anyway.

Sooo we get there and I take my driver's test.

Got a 90%

Suddenly, my mother's so proud of me.

She just knew I would pass.

This is literally TWO HOURS after our spat.

TWO.

HOURS.

So the moral of the story?

My mother has lost her credibility.

She says bad things?

They mean nothing.

She says good things?

Those are just as fake as the insults.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

I'm gonna die with a little help from my friends.

Watched Across the Universe today with younger brother. Funfun.

Hmm. Been a bit since I updated I believe. Well. A few things have happened. Not exactly "shoutatthetopofyourlungsfromabuildingroof" worthy. But y'know.

Why do you people read this?

Anyway. First order of business is me jumping around dancing like im a 4 year old about to piss her pants.

If you're new to me, this is normal.

I was taking a nap in my best friend's bed when my mother called. (Dont ask.) She informed me that in August I will be seeing one of my favorite bands Nickelback. General Admission. There was much screaming and potty dancing.

Now that I think about it, August is really far away.

Really, really, far away.

Then I thought of all the things that are hopefully going to happen before August 2009.

My seventeenth birthday: It's the yuckiest birthday right? Well, besides forty. 'Cause last year you got to drive and to be cool and enter high school. Next year you can vote and become a real person. What do you get for being seventeen? Oh yeah, you can see those rated R movies you sneak into anyway. Right.

Sat's: On May 2nd I will be taking my first set of SAT's. Im pretty nervous. I get the little "Question of the Day" thing in my email and so far Im 5/5. Which is cool. But I still have the tiny pit in my stomach, y'know?

Japan: Yes, you read that right. No, I'm not moving to Japan. My best friend Kristine is. Remember the crazy red head in the last blog? Well, her father is in the military and he's being stationed over there. Where, im not quite sure. Ill have to ask. But I'm going to freakin' miss that crazy girl. So it really hurts. It may not be obvious to you, but im extremely shy. I dont make friends well. And, it sucks when your best friend moves. This is my 2nd one to move far away. Gah, im sure a wimp.

Last day of school: Holy fudgemonkeys Im going to be a senior. As we speak, or type I suppose, I've been filling my class registration papers out for my senior year. It's pretty flippin awesome. And a little scary. Im not quite sure I want to go out into the real world quite yet.

Stateside: Or so I hope. I turned in my application last week and now im just waiting till April 19(?) to find out if im going. Im pretty sure I am since I went last year. But you never know. But that will being going on in July and that's pretty cool. Woo Colorado! I hear it's warm there. Gosh, I havent been warm since October. (Only a slight exageration)

Summer: Summersummersummer. 'nuff said.

School stuff: Y'know, get schedule, locker, picture taken, clothes shopping, etc.

NICKELBAAAAAAAACK.

Yes. My whole spring and summer will revolve around waiting for this concert.

Man, I need to get out more.

Anyway.

Thinking of all this stuff sort of put a damper on my excitment.

It's hard to stay excited for 5 months straight.

Unless you're a golden retriever.

Let's see.. what else...

Oh! Well, it's not exactly an event. But more of a thought Id like to share with you scarce readers.

Have you ever (and yes, this is a long shot) had your friend continually try to hook you up with their ex boyfriend? A ex boyfriend who is an ex because they dumped him?

Yes, read it a few times if you must.

Well, I love my friend. She's great. And I know said ex boyfriend. He's a good friend of mine. In fact, all three of us were skippy dippy fantastic before they decided to hook up and I became the third wheel. Yes, this bothered me a little. Of course it was going to. But it was short lived and now they're not dating.

Alright. Ok. Fine.

Now friend is forever making small comments about how we should date and how if I wanted to he'd date me in a heart beat and on and on. Said guy, is really cool. In fact, I can see why girls would date him. But he's more.. of a brother to me. That's as far as it gets.

And did she forget I was watching the whole time as their relationship spiraled out of control? I saw how he treats his significant other and how he reacts to certain subjects. Like how, I dunno, hen any conflict of any kind pops up he acts like a two year old.

Yeah, that's attractive.

I'm not sure if you've ever had this problem.

Well, it's not even a problem.

It's not bad. Or good. Or even irritating.

It's just... weird.

Anyway.

Big standardized test next week for all our baby sophomores. Good luck little ducklings! While you people must take a test an 8th grader could pass I have 2 hours of my morning to sit around school and do whatever I please within reason.

Ignore my mischievous grin.

Ha. Just kidding really. I got a ton of chem stuff to catch up on and my AP US teacher just decides to give us this insanely large amount of questions to do so we "dont get bored".

Yes, giving us more homework is going to liven things up around here realll quick.

You know what's more fun than homework?

Genocide.

Ok, not really.

But hell, it's up there.

Speaking of which, got to finish some crap for some class assigned by some teacher.

Yeah.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

How is it that...


When you have an abnormal amount of time on your hands and nothing to do, but as soon as you start the blog all of a sudden the time just flies and you're too busy to sleep!?

Well, that's my life in a nutshell. Never makes sense. (Whatcha gonna do?)

So some things that have happened since last blog:

God works in mysterious ways. If you recall, a blog some time in the past I was fretting about money and the costs of things. Well, good news and bad news. Good news? I get to go to Colorado! Yayyy. Bad news? Im not going to Disneyland. Yeah. Lil' bit of a downer there. Apparently not enough kids signed up or something so they had to cancel. But now I have money for my Stateside trip AND I have extra left over. So what did I do to vent my frustration? I shop. Oh yes. But not the way MOST people shop.

I buy books. Lots and lots of books. If you havent gotten the gist yet: I have an unhealthy obsession with books. I mean, look at my best friend (Sarah) hehe Luv ya Sarah. So my dad, my younger brother, and I drive to Portland Oregon. Now, I would rather not give away where I live specifically, but I might add that it's a pretty long drive. A few hours, at least. And I drove the whole way down and my brother drove back. I dont have my lisense yet but I do have my permit and I got quite a few hours in my log so im excited. We went to Powells (If you do not know Powells.. Well... I'm sorry. Let me try to explain. Big book store. 4 stories high. Cheap, cheap books. Whatever book you can think of, they got it. I got a book there [The Wanderer , Sharon Creech, totally recommend it. Quick read] for $1.50! It's amazing.) I spent about $100 there and that goes a loooong way in that store. So im pretty happy. Yeah.

That was Saturday. My week went downhill from there. Monday I got my phone taken away at school for a dumb reason, not even ligit. I mean, if they caught me texting (Which Im not saying I do... *cough*) then hey, my own dumb fault for getting caught, but this was dumb. I had taken off my coat and I didnt want it to fall out the pocket while I carried it around so I slipped it into my jean pocket and this guy comes from no where and is like RAWRSGKJHSDF... Yeah.

Soooooo yeah. And it's that time of the month. You know ladies. Not a fun one either. So im all RAWRGTDKFJHGI too.

And im still drowning in homework and driver's ed work. Im trying, but parents keep putting on the pressure and Im not taking it well.

Well, that's all I can really think of right now. Im a tad scatterbrained if you didnt notice. I forget things a lot.

OH! On Saturday (After my Powells adventure) I went to see Coraline (again. so good. A must see in theatres!!!) with Kristine, my little ginger pygmy.

[[This is us being amazing in Target.]]
Her not-man, Dylan, came too. He was nice and all, but I hadnt seen my best friend in three weeks (Which is forever for us. We hang out too much hehe) and I guess I just wanted to hang out with her, y'know? But it's cool. He likes her, she likes him. And I got along with him just fine, so it's all good I suppose. Then I spent the night at her house and we partied pretty crazy. (We were asleep by 11:30. We both love sleep too much for that crap.)

Well, that's bout it. Ima go before I add more stuffs on here hehe