You Know What's Weird?

I'm nervous about tomorrow.

Probably because of the party, but I mean really, is that a big deal?

My brain happens to be screaming 'YES. YES, IT IS.'

I don't know. It probably has something to do with the fact that all of my guests, save one, are males I've known since Jr. High.

Daniel and Andrew are for sure coming to play assorted crap at my house, Kyleigh's going to be very late, and...

Well, fine. I haven't called Morgan yet. But he's invited.

Which may be why I'm nervous.

So I was kind of sitting here, thinking about how everyone listed above, except MORGAN, has been inside of my house at one point - whether it was before or after the fire. And then, being lost in my own thoughts, I remembered why, and one of my stupider moments:

I hated Morgan. Plain and simple. And until a minute ago, going through my old Xanga (beware.), I found out.

And it made me laugh.

"Morgan... (The rest of you don't have to read this.) I don't get it. What in the freaking -another place other than heaven- are you trying to do?! Tell me what's going on, in writing, email it to me, and then we can talk. I don't want to jump in here with you saying... crap... like 'i didnt say what you said i said you want me to go to hell'. Oh. My. GOSH. First of all, quit putting wirds in my mouth, even if they belong there, and if you have that big of a problem, put your head between your legs and kiss it. I don't need this. I tried avoiding you, but then you use me as a game and are always trying to talk to me. You say you didn't use me? You knew me for TWO WEEKS beofre you asked me out. Here's the deal: I was letting you down easy, buddy. I absolutley did not want to go out with you. So, tell you what? Tell me what you want me to do. I'm past listening though. Been there, done that, failed. And, oh, by the way, learn to spell and punctuate."

Ohyyeaaaah. I was an idiot.
But you know, neither one of us could actually remember why, a year later, we were fighting.

...Which might be good. I was a little bit of a pain.

Anywho. I remember once, he came to the rental house after the fire and after that comment to be friends. I hated him enough to where I tried to avoid going outside to see him.

But I think when I finally did, it blew over. :)

WOW, things have changed.

:\

You guys are amazing. No lie.

And it turns out that she's not having services --- that's what she wanted.

So we're not going to Houston.

And I'm depressed about that.

But as long as I don't think about it, I'll be fine.

:)


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Ps --- Here's a favorite quote of mine for you, Katie:

"Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love, time is eternity."

-- Henry Van Dyke

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Pps, and kind of gag---

They're going to make movies of the Mediator Series (YES!) by Meg Cabot.
The books are amazin', btw. Go read.

Anywho, they're considering ZAC EFRON for the Jesse part.

WHAT?

Jesse is MEXICAN.

And really, can you see the word 'Querida' rolling off his tounge smoothly?!

...On that same note, I think the most awkward part of Hairspray for me was his line: "Sorry, little dahlin'. I didn't see you there."

"Dahlin... DAHLIN... daaaahhhllinnnnn..."

*shiver*

She's Gone.

♥Patsy Cox♥
I miss you already.
You were always there somehow,
and now I've got to learn to make
my own cinnamon rolls.


I just can't really believe this.

HEARTATTACK

I'm going to fall on the floor and die.

Even better, I'll die HAPPY.

[01:09] morgantil16: man

[01:09] morgantil16: i want to go out with you, but we never see eachother and we hardly ever talk

I was like, wanting to cry and laugh and fall over all at the same time.

So now, I'm on Mission Spend Time With Morgan, Even If That Means Dragging Him to Church.

And in case you want to see the whole conversation, which steals the cake for amazing, just ask. If not, highlights below. That completely... Aaaah....

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[00:16] elderberryness: soooo.
[00:16] elderberryness: did you get to do anything exciting today?
[00:16] morgan: i went to a party
[00:16] morgan: which was gay
[00:17] elderberryness: man. :P
[00:17] morgan: :)
[00:17] morgan: i was the designated driver
[00:17] elderberryness: haha. very nice. :)

[00:31] elderberryness: I miss you. & algebra. & movie charades.
[00:33] morgan: haha
[00:33] morgan: i miss you too
[00:33] morgan: and all that
[00:33] elderberryness: haha.
[00:35] morgan: yeah
[00:35] morgan: so hey
[00:35] morgan: do you like me?
[00:36] elderberryness: haha.
[00:36] elderberryness: yes.
[00:36] morgan: :-D
[00:36] elderberryness: :D
[00:37] elderberryness: did you really have to ask?? :)
[00:37] morgan: i was jsut makin sure
[00:37] morgan: :)
[00:38] elderberryness: ;)
[00:38] elderberryness: oh okay.

[00:53] morgan: dude im cold
[00:54] elderberryness: mwahah. I'm under blankets. :D
[00:54] morgan: haha
[00:54] elderberryness: pretty toasty. :)

[00:56] morgan: ive been single for like 5 mo.
[00:56] morgan: its driving me insane
[00:56] elderberryness: wow, really?
[00:56] elderberryness: haha.
[00:56] morgan: yeah
[00:56] elderberryness: maaan.
[00:56] morgan: its like a new record
[00:57] elderberryness: I beat you. :)
[00:57] morgan: lol
[00:57] morgan: well for me anyways
[00:57] elderberryness: lol
[00:58] elderberryness: mine is seven years. :D
[00:58] morgan: darn
[00:58] morgan: you win
[00:58] elderberryness: haha. of course. ;P
[00:58] morgan: uhm
[00:58] morgan: so your not allowed to
[00:59] elderberryness: well, okay. so there's this really long story that's insanely stupid involving my mom a couple months back.
[01:00] morgan: ?
[01:00] elderberryness: and she denied saying that I couldn't.
[01:00] elderberryness: pretty much.
[01:00] elderberryness: and then said that I just had to be picky.
[01:00] elderberryness: which is retarded.
[01:00] elderberryness: :)
[01:00] morgan: hmm
[01:00] morgan: that makes no sense
[01:01] morgan: but its cool anywayz
[01:01] elderberryness: oh.
[01:01] elderberryness: basically, I'm free.

*!*!*!*!*!* ABOVE: OH MY ASLKDJASLDKSJ. Seven months. Dude, that's since MAY, when I LEFT. D: *!*!*!*!*!*!

[01:02] morgan: so who else do you like?
[01:03] elderberryness: god, you really want the whole list?
[01:03] elderberryness: just kidding.
[01:03] elderberryness: no one. :)
[01:04] morgan: ohrlynow?
[01:04] elderberryness: ohrlyyeah.

[01:09] morgan: i want to go out with you, but we never see eachother and we hardly ever talk
[01:10] morgan: which is gay
[01:10] elderberryness: i know it. and I hate it.
[01:10] elderberryness: and I'm really really really tempted to make you come sing with us on sunday. :D
[01:10] morgan: dang
[01:10] morgan: yeah

[01:10] morgan: well i gtg
[01:11] morgan: but i guess ill tty when ever i can
[01:11] elderberryness: ookay. :(
[01:11] elderberryness: yeah, same.
[01:11] morgan: goodnight
[01:11] elderberryness: you too.
[01:11] elderberryness: Don't let the bedbugs bite. :)
[01:11] morgan: :)
[01:11] *** "morgan" signed off at Fri Dec 28 01:11:49 2007.

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AND I KNOW THAT WAS FREAKING LONG.
But if you read it, you're totally filled in. <3

It's Been Over a Week

So it's now socially acceptable to post this and fangirl over it and make it obsessed over by millions...

...of Lauren's brain cells.

[00:50] elderberryness: Merry dayafterChristmas. :)
[00:51] morgan: merry day late to you too:]
[00:51] elderberryness: Sooo, how was your yesterday?
[00:51] elderberryness: Oh... day before.
[00:52] morgan: pretty good
[00:52] morgan: and yours?
[00:52] elderberryness: same, same. :)
[00:54] morgan: awesome
[00:55] elderberryness: yep. :]
[00:55] elderberryness: loving the break?
[00:55] morgan: yes and no
[00:56] elderberryness: ohh?
[00:57] morgan: yeah
[00:57] elderberryness: why? :P
[00:57] morgan: i have no one to spend it with
[00:58] morgan: :(
[00:58] elderberryness: awww. D:
[00:58] elderberryness: you should come over and break Michael's new Guitar Hero for me. :D
[00:59] morgan: play it til i break it?
[00:59] morgan: i love it!
[00:59] elderberryness: haha, sure!
[00:59] elderberryness: those songs keep getting stuck in my head.
[01:00] elderberryness: I actually woke up to them this morning.
[01:00] morgan: hahaha
[01:00] morgan: is it gh3?
[01:00] elderberryness: yahh.
[01:01] morgan: haha
[01:01] morgan: im learnin one of the songfs off of it eright now
[01:01] elderberryness: woowww.
[01:02] elderberryness: I suck at it. I tried in walmart once, and found out that i'm not finger-eye coordinated.
[01:03] morgan: hahaha
[01:03] morgan: well what r u doing tomorrow?
[01:04] elderberryness: either being stolen by someone and going late Christmas shopping (wooo...) or staying here, cleaning, and making sure Michael doesn't blow his fingers off.
[01:04] morgan: oh
[01:04] morgan: okay
[01:04] morgan: nvm trhen
[01:05] elderberryness: :\
[01:05] elderberryness: why; what're you doing tomorrow?
[01:05] morgan: i was coming over but i geuss not
[01:06] elderberryness: jeeeez.
[01:06] elderberryness: you really need to, though. everyone but you has actually been here.
[01:06] morgan: seriously
[01:06] elderberryness: mhm.
[01:07] elderberryness: I think you're the only one my mom's like, 'morgan? ohh, wait, the one at golden corral?'
[01:08] elderberryness: except she's also forgotten who Daniel is, but that's just because he hasn't been INSIDE the house.
[01:08] morgan: oh
[01:08] morgan: haha
[01:08] morgan: so then no to tomrrow?
[01:09] elderberryness: I really don't know.
[01:09] elderberryness: it totally depends on what I have to do.
[01:09] morgan: oh
[01:09] elderberryness: ya. :/
[01:12] elderberryness: I've really got to get my permit. it's killing me.
[01:12] morgan: yeah
[01:13] morgan: well look atr it this way
[01:13] morgan: i got my lisence
[01:13] morgan: ahaha
[01:13] elderberryness: ahah. trrrue. :P
[01:15] morgan: lol
[01:15] morgan: well i gtg to bed
[01:15] elderberryness: mmkay. :)
[01:15] morgan: ill ttyl
[01:15] morgan: hey
[01:15] elderberryness: yeah?
[01:15] morgan: you know me #?
[01:15] elderberryness: aaahh... maybe.
[01:15] morgan: [hisphonenumber]
[01:15] elderberryness: if it's in my cell, yeah.
[01:15] elderberryness: okay. :)
[01:15] morgan: okay
[01:15] morgan: well call me tomorrow if we can hang
[01:16] elderberryness: totally. :D
[01:16] morgan: awesome
[01:16] morgan: well off to besd
[01:16] morgan: gnight
[01:16] elderberryness: nightynight. :)

Do you SEE that timestamp?! ONE. IN THE MORNING.

Ugh, I love it.

[ps -> Anyone heard of 'Superchick'? <3333333]

A WHOLE WEEK

WITHOUT POSTING?!

Oh, man, I'm so bad.

But FINALS. And AUDITIONS (I got a part. Not important at the momento.)!

Whatever.
:)

So there's this 'Secret' thing that hit my brain like a truck on steroids, requiring me to write down these so-called secrets that are really heartfelt and meaningful. Some that I've actually had told to me, but not by anyone on here or that I know now.

Anna knows about it, and she demanded that I post one of them, so here. It's not the best by FAR, but it's something that some really old black *NOT RACIST, HERE* woman would say randomly, and helps get the jist of the idea.

Oh, child, it was so long ago!
I was young, prob’ly in kindergarten, and this guy – this old, grandfather-looking guy – he comes out of the house and looks and me and smiles and says, “Lissa, darlin’, you’re growin’ up soooo fast,” and all I could think of was how I could possibly know him, and why was he calling me Lissa.
I mean, my name ain’t Lissa, right? It’s Claire.
Anyway, I don’t say anything and feel stupid for running away like that when maybe I did know him or something and I torture myself with the idea all night about all the things that could’ve happened.
So I vow to myself I’d do it the next day, and end up falling asleep at three in the morning, finally happy with myself, but when I go back the next day, he’s not there; there’s some other kid on the porch; probably around twenty-ish. But he’s drinking a beer, looking out at the street and watching me pass by, smilin’ easy and the like, his yellowed teeth looking bright against his chocolate skin.
And me, bein’ in kindergarten at the time, yell out, “Hey, mister, where’s the old guy that was here yesterday?”
And the guy, you know what he does, he laughs and takes another drink of his beer. “Girl, he don’t go outside.” He says all knowingly and I almost move on, but I don’t. Instead, I say “Yeah he does! He'd been out here yesterday an' called me Lissa!”
When I say the name ‘Lissa,’ his dark face goes somber and he doesn’t seem like he thinks I’m just a mixed-up kid. Kind of like… Like this.
And then he just kind of frowns and says, “Well, is your name Lissa?” and I tell him no; that it’s Claire Hagerston from three blocks down Flower Street. He kinda’ looked at me and shook his head. “Sorry, child, I don’t know why he called you Lissa. Lissa’s been dead for over three years.”
“Who was she?” I ask, curious. Take my advice, child, and don’t ever be curious. Curiousity killed the little girls who ask too many questions, as far as I’m concerned. Nothing that you hafta’ ask ain’t worth knowing.
“She was my sister,” He said, and threw his beer off of the porch, all angry like. “Go away, kid! Scat!” It scared me, ‘cause he started off of the house and chasing me, but let me go about three lawns down.
But now, now that I’ve lost Betta, I know what he was going through when the thought was brought up by that kindergartener from three blocks down Flower Street.


...If you've ever read 'House on Mango Street,' it's something like that except vignettes in other people's eyes, with a kind of forward from the narrator.

Well, Hm.

I think I want to be Elizabeth Ellis in this years play production.

That's right --- we're auditioning for "Up The Down Staircase," a cute comedy you can read more about in my 'Drama Experience' links.

Elizabeth is over-dramatic, precise, and very well-read. She has the uppermost respect for teachers and thinks she's slightly more intellegent.

And wow, does her writing make no sense at all!

But I love it! I LOVE her dramaticism and her anger and her ferociousness towards the English language!

(When I get a script for whatever part I do (or do not) get, I'll post some quotes.)

Very funny girl, that Elizabeth.

Creepity-Prettity.

So is it just me, or is this actually not bad?



I don't know. I'm kind of like, "Wow, this is pretty loud and cool and just flat out listening-worthy", but at the same time, I'm also sitting here thinking about how it's like one of those trance songs that you have to listen to a million times even though you kind of don't like it.

Repetitive, but awkwardly fitting.

Reminding Me of....?

Dear Katie La-MAZING-sie:

I love you.
I need you.
You make me whole.

...Aka, THAT WAS SO COOL! I LOVE DANNY AND I LOVE TIANNA. *fangirls*

:D

So because you showed me that, it reminded me (just in the first few paragraphs) of something I'd written pretty similar, actually, when I was experimenting with writing accents! It was about three FIGURATIVE uncles taking care of a nineteen-year-old who's investigating into a string of murders. (this is where it loses it's similarity) In order to do so, she has to gang up with a group of small-town detectives, under the cover of being a college intern with exemplary marks. The one who helps her the most, a young collegate student who's sister is one of the top detectives in the state, actually turns out to be a witness and, when she looks at his records, she realizes that, like her, he doesn't exist; he's a governmental secret, and his supposed sister is actually a FBI agent looking at the case, too. The only way to find out what he is and what he's doing is to get him to tell her, which he's sworn that he won't. The killer, on the other hand, has also figured that the station's been overrun by specialists, and plans to go after the trio.

Yeah. It was one of those random doodle things I wrote at school last year - In Algebra, of course. And I was taking a look at it, laughing, and then got back into it, so now I'm picking at THAT one again...

Anyway, it's all your fault.

So thanks.

A ton. :D

Love,
Lauren Renae

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“Too strong,” Alvan insisted. “A little more of that Aussie twinge and it’ll all be perfect.”
I nodded and slipped my ray-bans to the top of my head. “Is there any way you three would actually escort me into the airport this time?”
Geoff, Alvan, and Daton smiled. They, too, had missions to attend to, as their suits served as props and uniforms all at once, but as my official mentors, were my escorts and cover for anywhere I went.
“I’m ‘fraid not, m’dear.” Daton said, checking his watch. “We’d be expected in Britain by the next twent’ay-four hours.”
Geoff chimed in, smiling generously. “And even with good weather, that’s pushing the envelope a little too far, especially with this bloody Brit an’ ‘is accent.”
I sighed and nodded, putting on my most innocent smile. Geoff was the first to hug me as I kissed both of his cheeks with a fake happiness. “I’ll miss you all, my favorite uncles.”
Daton and Alvan both hugged me at the same time. “I know dear, I know, but when we meet again, hopefully it’s back on the plane to your homeland.”
I laughed, finishing up the completely fake ‘have fun’ kissing scene. “Ah, but do I really have a homeland anymore? Just because I picked Australia doesn’t make it any more of my home than where I was born.”
Daton slid the dark glasses back on my nose. “None of us do, swee’hart. One a’ the perks of this bloody job.”

Great Escape

EDIT:

I just realized I was moaning about Katie --- But just in case, I DO NOT MEAN KATIE WHO LIVES IN MAINE. I mean Katie in Europe. :)

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I love this song. I do not lobe it, I love it.

I've decided that I'm going to take over the Moore High School Paper as Supreme Editing Goddess. They have NO grammar, no punctuation sense, and no capitalization capibilities. I mean, SPELL CHECK IS FREE, PEOPLE.

Anywho, the only reason I read the paper is because of this one kid who's big into the controversial issues. I like him; his style of writing's upfront and crazy-convinced.

Ahah. Auditions for the Straight Play are tomorrow, which is slightly irritating, since I just discovered I'm going to be absent so I can help cut down tree branches after this stupid storm.

I think I have this sign that everyone but me can see on my forehead that says "Free Listener for Strangers; Tell Me All of Your Personal Problems!" I swear, Thad did it, Katie [*see opening note*] did it, and today, David was ranting about his girlfriend to me.

...I don't even really KNOW David.

But it's cool, just because of this conversation we had today after one of my Pheobe lines that concerned connecting hamburgers to a pharmacist (In case you're wondering - "Hamburger, McDonalds, Old McDonald had a farm, my dad's a pharmacist!"); also known as the "Everything's Related" Law*.

It went something like this:

"Okay... For example: Fabric ---> Apple ---> Elephant ---> Jeans ---> Pie!" and then he did a cartwheel.

It was the funniest things in the world.


*To me and the involved.

Awful-Beautiful

So today was pretty basic.

I found out we're going to read Antigony next semester, so shoot me now. I hate that stupid thing - especially after seeing it performed. It's pointless and absolutely garbage-esce.

Speaking of, though, I PROMISE I MEAN NO HARM TO *cringe* EDWARD. I was just, ya know, having a moment where I thought I might die. Because really, he looks like a crackhead in his pictures. But I've been assured he can act and that he's not really all that crackhead-like.

Thank the Lord.

Aaahhhmmm... Oh, so semester tests (aka Finals) are coming up next week to my utter joy. I'm completely going to fail the one for Chem, especially since I'm on the verge of doing that anyways WITHOUT the fricking test.

That's causing me stress right now. It's the only class doing so.

In SciSem, we're going to build boards over Christmas break (starting next Friday). Mine is HUGE - It's about eight feet tall and takes forever to move. I've promised that I'm starting my project at the end of the week/over the weekend, just so I'll have it done by district time.

...Can you smell the upcoming stress?

Aaah, let's seeee...

Oh, when I got to school this morning, and on the way there, it was SNOWING. GENUINE SNOW. Not the microscopic crap that blows around in the wind. Of course, when I'm walking to a class, the amazing, blissful snow turns into PELTING sleet, and, well, you know how well THAT usually goes over.

Like I told Kifer and Kim who were laughing at my frantic hand motions, IT HURT.

...I think he likes her, by the way. And you know what? That's cool.

Because as much as it hurts me to say this (which it also doesn't either, so whatever), I think I'm okay where I'm at and don't want anyone to lean on at the moment. It's high school - where change happens within the hour; where people can be loving and vicious all at once.

And I'm so tired of dealing with that.

So, officially, I'm not blogging boys for the next week.

(As a side note, SHUT UP. I KNOW.)

I think that next year I'll be more used to and relaxed to the idea of a living hell, but until then, it just seems like everything's piling on and that I have no person (in Oklahoma; you all are SAINTS) to run to and just scream at randomly.

...Not that I blame them, you know. Not many people like being screamed at randomly.

Ky and I are walking over to Santa Fe (our old elementary school) tomorrow to talk to Mr. Goodner (my old AND AMAZING sixth grade teacher) and Mrs. Ward (my old PE teacher who got me into the Jump Rope stuff) to find out when I need to be up there to help host Musicals for the sixth/third graders and when I can guest at the Jump Rope for Heart. I miss elementary school so bad. Even the SMELL of the campus makes me ache in a good way.

Casey's birthday is soon. I'm excited!

Every year on her birthday, we exchange really awesome gifts --- Mostly because we don't want to spend money on Christmas AND birthday gifts, and her birthday's Dec. 20. We just kind of negotiated the whole thing out because we're both living on crap salaries. :D

Ooh, hey, Happy Midnight! :)

Dear Stephenie, Pt. 2

Dear Stephenie:

WHY?!

And okay, look, I understand you had "no say in the matter whatsoever," but if you'd said, "Oh, wait, no, he really doesn't look like Edward, let's pull in someone else," MAYBE I'D UNDERSTAND YOUR FAILURE.

I am so mad at you right now.

---

Ladies, meet Edward Cullen:

He usually looks worse; I had to DIG for this.

...Debating whether to even see the movie? Who, me?

Ice Storm, Oklahoma, and All That Nonsense.

Yeah. We had the biggest ice storm in the world.

Well, okay...Maybe not in the world. But in the U.S... For last week.

Anyways, I'm off of school AGAIN today (I was yesterday, too) because of the icyness, though it's starting to come off of the branches and not look like a warzone anymore, so we'll see what tomorrow brings.

Here's some pictures of the ice --- Most are blurry because my camera sucks hind-end.

These are my parent's cars --- The other side was more impressive, but I was cold and not allowed off of the porch without having to change from flip-flops. This is the tree out front with all the ice. It's huge-ormous, and tall, and it was TOUCHING THE GROUND, it was so heavily filled. We thought it would break.

Just to get a good look at how thick the ice was on the trees alone:

The other form of transportation - This is on the back porch; Michael's scooter and bike, literally coated with ice.

and FINALLY... Our house. Well... A part of it. It's rained constantly, so this picture was, unfortunately, taken in it, but just to show you how thick those icicles are... It's crazy.So you get the gist.

And we got power three hours ago, after not having it for 36.
Ahaha. It was cold.
And insane.
Oh, and our roof is leaking randomly.

[If you google "Oklahoma Ice Storm," I'm pretty sure you can find more amazing pictures. It's been a crazy-faced two days.]

OH, the Weather Outside is Frightful...

But man, is it DELIGHTFUL.

No school tomorrow because the ice is horrid --- Meaning that I'm HAPPY.

THE MUSICAL IS
OVERRRRR.

Rock on.
But I miss the fun.

McDonalds at Midnight

So maybe not midnight, but whatever. McDonalds at ten at night doesn't sound as catchy.

We have a Super Wal*Mart just three minutes away, with a McDonalds in it. I volunteered to go with dad to get some stuff, and as we were checking out, Michael and I were given five bucks and told to get two chocolate ice creams for us and a cherry icy for him.

This is how it went, because I'm too tired to really make sense of it:

(we're walking over to the McDonalds)
MICHAEL: Oooh, you just wanted to go so you could check out the guy at the counter.
ME: (sarcastically) Oh, yeah, totally.

As it turns out, he's amazingly cute and close to my age. But also, I didn't care. Because I wanted my ice cream and cute guys are usually jerk-ish.

(up at the counter)
GUY: (smiles) Hi, how're you?
ME: (stunned, hesitates) Um. Great.
GUY: That was sarcastic...
ME: (awkward laugh) Yeah, it's been a long day.
GUY: I totally understand. What can I get for you?
ME: Um. Do you have icys?
GUY: (raises his eyebrow, steps backwards and looks at me worriedly as he points to the icy machines that are RIGHT OUT FRONT)
ME: Wow. Um. Yeah. Okay. That was stupid. I'll take the red one.
GUY: (laughs) Anything else?
ME: Um, a small chocolate shake.

He rings it all up... And then I realize I totally forgot the other shake - AS he's finishing up the order, giving me my dollar sixty-seven back.

ME: Oh, hey, Michael, you wanted a shake, too?
MICHAEL: (eyeing me with contempt) YES.
ME, TO GUY: (sigh) My fault. I need another small chocolate shake.

He laughs and orders another one.

GUY: Okay, that'd be $1.85
ME: (looking at the money in my hand) Crap. Michael, take this change back to dad and have him give me a dollar instead.

So Michael runs off, and I'm left hanging out awkwardly at the counter.

ME: Um, well, here's a dollar.
GUY: (laughs at me) Don't worry about the change.
ME: (stares) Are you sure?
GUY: Yep. I'll take care of it.

*SHOCKAGE.*
It was like, HOLY CRAP. I HAVEN'T SEEN A RANDOM ACT OF KINDNESS LIKE THIS IN FOREVER.
And of course, my wonderful father's coming over to pay with his card as I meet him in the middle and have to say "nonoonononoit'stakencareofwe'releaving."

His response: "What, did you flash him?"

We all said thanks to the guy and I got teased all the way home, but really, how cool was that? Oklahoma's supposed to be one of the states with the nicest people, but WOW.

On the way out he smiled and nodded at me. Like, "Take care of yourself, retard. See you in two days when you come to Wal*Mart at an unhumane time again."

Lauren's Rules to Writing

(based on her fifteen years of novel-reading experience, and the .001 percent* of the world's books she's actually read.)

NUMBER ONE:
NEVER REUSE AN ENDING YOU'VE WRITTEN BEFORE (AND SUCCESSFULLY GOTTEN PUBLISHED SO THAT THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS IT). I don't mean as in "she gets her guy," I mean, for example, things like (lord knows I love her) Meg Cabot's books, where more than once she uses the ending where the guy the heroine was "too unpopular for" becomes interested in her 'for her spirit' and they live happily ever after. It gets old, and so many of them do it. 'Geek falls for Prom Queen,' 'To Hate is to Love,' 'Not in His League, but He Loves Her Anyway'; the list goes on.

NUMBER TWO:
EVIL NEMISES CAN'T ALWAYS BE SORRY. How many times, at the end of some book series, or just some book in general, do you see this?! In non-fantasy books, you can't exactly just kill off the bad guy, so when he/she is done chasing after the good guys, they're just suddenly sorry and have seen the error in their ways. No way, hosea! An example of this (another killer, because I love it again) would be in the most recent Maximum Ride book, where, while the bad guy still may die, they're sorry and confessing that they actually did it because they were jealous, even though they've hunted the main character since BEFORE book one. I understand that they may have a good heart, but after nursing a grudge for that long, how do they just give up?

NUMBER THREE:
GOOD GUYS AREN'T ALWAYS NICE, EITHER. There is no one out there (and I'm saying this because book characters are supposed to be modeled after people) who doesn't have a bad day - and not the kind where your hair won't fix right or you failed a test; I mean hardcore PMS, storming-and-you're-without-a-coat-but-you're-stuck-outside, everyone hates you days? It actually happens a lot! In books like (ow, ow, ow...) Artemis Fowl, though maybe he can get a code wrong once in a while, he's a GENIUS with a MANSION and a BUTLER who never hates him or calls him an annoying little brat. On the other hand, books like Harry Potter and Inkheart are all for the bad days; Harry more than once almost tears his friend's heads off to their shock and anger, and as for Inkheart, who knew you could be betrayed and left by almost everyone in almost one day?

NUMBER FOUR:
THE MAIN CHARACTER DOESN'T HAVE TO BE NORMAL. I'm not talking about the fact that they're a regular joe, just the whole concept of something being different about them. It seems like it's been pushed a lot lately to use a normal, average character to put your reader eye-to-eye with, but looking back at Maximum Ride, who wasn't rooting for the winged girl with her winged posse, trying to fit in, but aching to stand out? In Midnighters, the whole plot of the series centers around a group of kids from Jinx, Oklahoma who are able to do special things, not to mention see 'The Midnight Hour'**, an hour where time is stopped at midnight exactly, everything but them and a whole heck-load of monsters frozen. Originality rocks the boat.

NUMBER FIVE: (the last -for tonight, at least-)
WHILE THE BOOK IS A GREAT ADVERTISING PLACE, MAYBE ADS SHOULD BE KEPT OUT. Brand names? Other book titles? Rockin' bands? In the book So Yesterday, the narrator tried his hardest to keep brand names out of the book - and for good reason. Not only does it seem kind of tacky to talk about things completely unrelated to the story, it also causes whatever the character was jammin' out to or reading for the millionth time to soar in popularity (ex: Twilight to Romeo and Juliet, Pride & Predjudice, Muse [guilty for a short time on that one], etc.) and influence the reader's choices if they really do start feeling like they could know/be friends with the main character. It really can't be prevented, but it's still a pain in the butt if you over-do it.

Mkay. Peace spoken. :)
Oh, yes, I just got done reading a horrifyingly lame book.

The musical isn't worth talking about right now***, so I'm trying not to remember that I have to wake up at five a.m. tomorrow morning to get ready for it. Especially since it's 12:17 at the moment. :)


* How cool would that be to actually KNOW?

** I really don't remember; the only reason I read it in the first place is because it took place in Oklahoma. Not many popular books do, and for good reason.

*** I love these things. But back to the real reason I put this one here... It's great, it really is, but it's kind of a let down for me. I don't have much to do besides sweat, dance for 15 minutes, and get dressed and undressed. It's just... not fun, which makes me sad. I so want next year to be here.

OH, WHOA.

"Hence the map throwing."

:DDDDD

I'm kind of loving it. A lot.

Just so you know, YOU'RE AWMAZDERUPEULOUS.

:)

(awesomeamazingwonderfulsuperfabulous)

-----------

You're DEAD.

What's the title of the NEXT one?!
"How I Left You Hanging and Wasn't Online to be Yelled At?!"

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. JERK.
AND THEN YOU MADE MY MATTHEW BE BAD AND YOU KILLED HIM AND DAMEK?!

What kind of friend are you?!
*cries, sobs, throws a hissy fit.*

Untitled, Because it's THREE A-FLIPPING-M.

INT.HOTEL BALLROOM.NIGHT

Two thousand kids dressed in all styles of formal wear are
dancing in the dark, rays of color blasting down to the
floor in time to the rhythm to the rap song playing from the
DJ stand in the corner. Ana walks into the room looking
forlorn, catching the eye of JEREMY and COLIN, who came with
ISA and MADRID, all of them wearing coordinating TUXES and
PROM DRESSES.

JEREMY
(to Isa)
Well that’s just wonderful. She’s
depressed again, and at Prom.

Isa groans.

ISA
What else is new. Not that I can
really blame her though, because
seriously, the way that Vitali’s
keeping Talon isn’t exactly doing
wonders to his future bride.

COLIN
(accusingly)
She doesn’t know she’s his future
bride at the moment, remember? She
hasn’t even said yes, not to say
that she won’t. He was going to ask
her, and she has the so-called ring
already, but he had to go off and
run an entire kingdom. Are you
getting the point, here,
numb-skull?

Isa puts her hands up defensively.

ISA
Chill, Col! They’re my brothers!
What am I supposed to do, up and
admit I love them?

MADRID
Hush, morons. She’s coming over
here.

JEREMY
(whispers)
Oh, that was lovely of you.

ANA puts on a smile and walks up to the group nonchalantly.

ANA
Hey, guys.

JEREMY, ISA, MADRID, COLIN
Hey!

There’s an awkward pause and Ana crosses her arms, narrowing
her eyes.

ANA
Tell me, honestly, you weren’t
talking about me.

COLIN
Honestly, we weren’t talking about
you...?

ANA
(laughing)
Yeah, okay, fine. I deserve it.
But, come on, it’s Prom and I’m one
of the only girls who’s interesting
enough for once in her life to be
asked out by close to everyone, yet
I came without a date.

MADRID
You actually consider mine a date?

COLIN
Ouch. That was only kind of harsh
there, Maddi.

MADRID
Well, it’s true! You would’ve come
with Chaney had you been given the
chance!

COLIN
...Yeah, okay, I get your point.

ISA
Still though. Anyway, Ana, that
doesn’t matter. You’re here, you’re
available...

Ana slumps, and Isa smiles sheepishly at the other three,
who are frowning.

JEREMY
(quietly)
Nice one, Is.

ANA
Um, hey. Does anyone want a drink
or something? I think I’m just
going to go get some, um, kool-aid
or punch or... something.

ISA
(in a small voice)
Sorry.

Ana smiles cheaply.

ANA
No, no, it’s not your fault. I’m
sorry.

COLIN
I think we’re good on drinks.
Thanks, though. Hurry back.

Colin smiles kindly. Ana nods and walks away towards the
refreshment table.


INT.REFRESHMENT TABLE.NIGHT

Ana sits in one of the CHAIRS at the refreshment center, her
head in her hands, one of them gripping a plastic cup of
cherry kool-aid firmly. She’s one of many girls, most of
whom are gossiping about other girls on the floor or
dreaming about some already-taken guy.

There’s giggling and talking in the background as someone
approaches Ana.

TALON
Hello.

Ana looks up at him, but can’t see in the darkness and
through her makeup that’s smudged all over her hands.

ANA
(tiredly)
Hi.

TALON
Where’s your date?

ANA
Look, I didn’t bring one, and
neither do I want one, so please
just go away.

Ana puts her head back down.

TALON
Good, because I wasn’t asking to be
your date. I was just wanting a
dance, if that’s alright?

ANA
No. No, it’s not. Go away.

TALON
Fine; make me do this the hard way:
May I please have this dance?

Ana groans.

TALON
I’ll leave...

ANA
Please?

TALON
...If you dance with me.

Ana mutters under her breath, but stands up and puts her
drink down on the chair, turning to glare at him.

ANA
You really know how to make
enemies, you know it?

TALON
(dryly)
So I’ve been told.

He begins leading her away from the crowd by hand, though
she’s not noticing through her anger.


INT.HOTEL BALLROOM.NIGHT

Colin, Isa, Jeremy, and Madrid notice the two leaving the
building, Ana still carrying on the one-sided conversation,
and stare in awe.

MADRID
No way.

ISA
(giggling)
Yes way! Score for little Miss Ana
Marie! But Talon, oh no, he’s going
to be so heartbroken...

Madrid eyes Isa, annoyed.

MADRID
Is, sometimes I think you’re kind
of an idiot.

ISA
Yeah, I... Excuse me?

Jeremy and Colin glance at each other warily.

JEREMY
You’re thinking it and I know it,
so I’m going to stay away from the
over-used line, since I’m thinking
it too.

COLIN
(laughing at the spectacle)
Man, he’s good.


EXT.VERANDA.NIGHT

Ana’s mystery date leads her out to the Veranda, which is
empty except for a few couples dancing and a violinist.

ANA (cont'd)
...Why would you even be here
without a date, okay? Just please
give it up and go back to her.
You’re going to break her heart.

Ana turns to him, stopping him in his tracks, pulling her
hand away from him.

ANA
Seriously. I don’t even know who
you are.

TALON
Actually, you do.

ANA
(horrified)
Did Jeremy put you up to this, or
was it Maddie?

The silhouette pulls her to him and kisses her. Ana
struggles to pull away, but gives in, since he has her by
the forearms, and goes limp.

He pulls away, and Ana sees his smile for the first time.
She stares at him.

TALON
You look amazing tonight; it’s
already taken all of my willpower
to not just attack you and drag you
away from all of this.

ANA
(pauses in speechless shock)
Talon! You’re... You’re back?!

TALON
(laughing)
I told you I’d be, didn’t I?

Ana jumps into TALON’s arms, burying her face in his tux.

ANA
(crying)
I’ve missed you so much! Never
leave again! I love you!

Talon laughs chokingly, wrapping his arms around her.

TALON
God, I’ve missed you, too. The way
you’re so overly happy to see me
after I make life a living hell,
the way you laugh at me when I’m
trying to be mad at you, the way
you still fight for me when I
shouldn’t have a chance.

Talon kisses her hair.

TALON
I love you, Ana Marie Densen. I
love you so much that it hurts.

Talon laughs and holds her close as she keeps crying into
his coat hysterically, telling him that she never wants him
to leave her ever again and that she loves him. A few of the
couples eye them suspiciously before switching to more
interesting topics of gossip.

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IN OTHER BREAKING NEWS:

SIXTY-FIVE BUCKS FOR A BRACELET?!
I can't!
Even if it's one I'd more than love to have!

Santa's even appalled!

D:

Just a Throw-it-Out-There Post

So I'm kind of playing around with Celtx.
And Talon's all not there at the momento.
And I'm about to leave to go pick up my work.

...Anywho.

I'm kind of attached to my Jessica-Given Pajama Game character name, so I was messing around with it (Ann-Marie, since I'm in the mood to be OHSO specific), and boom.
Suddenly ANA MARIE was my new lead, but with Talon...!

TALON!!!!

TALON?!

As it turns out, I'm back to the old habit of writing in non-cronological order. Seriously, it may happen that I write the next freaking Star Wars series or whatnot.

...Not that, you know, I'd MIND.

But this story took place seven months after the original plot idea (in fact, it almost seems like a THIRD BOOK, ejhfksjfhw) with a twist - Instead of being caught in a whole warp thing to another place, Ana had been sent home with Isa and Jeremy (Ha, ha, Anna), her two best friends, while Talon and his family had to stay behind because of some [yet unknown] circumstance.

And it turns out that she doesn't do the whole Traveling thing. Thank goodness.

BUT OF COURSE, I couldn't start in the beginning of the story. No, no, no. I started at the FUN part of the story, where Talon's coming back to her.

On her senior prom night.

But listen. As cliche as that sounds, how weird is this - She has VISIONS of him. Visions that she imagines all over the place and talks to, as they talk back. They don't have any connection to the ACTUAL Talon, so she still doesn't have a clue that he's coming back or anything, but it's kind of freaky and shows how desperate she's getting.

If only STUPID BELLA SWAN hadn't come along, maybe I wouldn't be having this problem.

Ha, ha.

Getting back on the subject, I had to make Vision of Talon a character, just because it wasn't the same as the actual Talon. Dumb, dumb, dumb. But movielicious.

Anywaaaaay, I'm guessing a little TINY part of it couldn't hurt. I'm about to mass murder it.

...No comment on the cheese-tastic.



ANA
I miss your voice... And... And I
just wish I could really hear you
say that one more time, when you’re
really here, not just in my head.

VISION OF TALON
(looks gloomy)
And you know that I do too.

Ana leaves the mirror and sits down on the toilet seat.

Vision of Talon is in front of her, kneeling.

ANA
(moans)
I don’t think I can do this.

VISION OF TALON
Ana...

ANA
(pauses and looks guilty)
You promised you’d be here.

VISION OF TALON
(disparingly)
I shouldn’t have. But Ana... You
promised me you’d live life for me,
remember? You promised you’d go,
and I promised you’d have fun.

ANA
(bitterly)
Like you’d know. You’re part of my
imagination. It's not like you're dead, either.

You could just as well be here, living life

with me, too. Having fun with me.

Of course, this would've all been prevented once again if I hadn't run into this dress:

So prettaaaayyy...

Seven-and-a-half Cents Doesn't Buy a Heck'uv-a-lot!

Dunananana.

I'm going up to the school tomorrow to pick up my work in the afternoon (and eat lunch with my mom), and I'm kind of nervous about seeing Mrs. Baugus. I'm expecting the "Oh, well you won't have a CLUE what you're doing!" talk, but whatever. She can't kick me out, dangit.

That's another thing. I think I need to replace the word "dangit". It sounds so hickish, and I don't want to cuss, but I can't think of a decent word to express my argh-ness towards things.

Um, no email yet.

OH, I'm kind of secretly in love with keeping my Talon story going, so I may try it. I hate being like this; skipping around and pretending I'm going to finish all of these ideas one day.

*stab*

Okay.
So my puppy is asleep on me = :)

She's so cute.

ALKSJDLAKSFJ.
I'M BEING RANDOM.
(Speaking of, though, that word gets annoying sometimes.)

OyVey.

Bronchitis.
Sick.
EWWWWWW.

I go back to school the day of the first performance.

172nd Post. Whoa.

I'm considering myself gipped.
And tired.
And in pain.
And on codine-loved pain pills.

MORGAN: EMAIL ME BACK. PLEASE. SOMETHING. I DON'T CARE.

JUST DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING AT TWO IN THE MORNING WHEN I'VE MADE MYSELF SOUND LIKE A CHEESEBALL.

lakjdrighhsfrl.

No word yet, ladies. No word yet.

But look at this, and as I go through, I'll explain as not to sound cheeseball-y again:

this is the "attractive" test. Reply through a message with your answers. Put an x in the boxes. Repost this with the subject "Attractive test" and send me your answers in a message

BE HONEST!!!

Would you kiss me?
[x] yes
[] no
(Because, uh, yeah. I would. No lying there.)

Am I?
[x] sexy as hell
[] fine
[] pretty
[] cute
[] okay
[] ugly!
(Because he's not "fine" or "pretty", though "sexy as hell" makes me laugh.)

Do you think im a virgin?
[x] yes
[] no
(Oh, Lord, I hope so.)

I look like..
[] a player
[] husby/wifey type
[] one time thing
[x] next bf/gf
(This quiz sucks, because what the flip ELSE am I supposed to put? I don't see the option of "the guy I'd date if I had the guts," do you?

If you saw me for the first time would you talk to me?
[x] Yes
[] No
(Because he's so sweet, everyone does.)

Would you rather..
[] hook up with me
[] cuddle with me
[] have sex with me
[x] date me
("Rape you like a drunken prostitute" would probably be the next option on there, or so it seems. They don't make these very reasonable.)

On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest), rate me..
[] 1
[] 2
[] 3
[] 4
[] 5
[] 6
[] 7
[] 8
[] 9
[x] 10
(Who said I was rating on looks? He's amazing.)

what would you want me to be to you?
[x] friend
[] sex buddy
[x] girl friend/boy friend
[] wifey/husby
(Riiiiight. Like anyone would put "sex buddy." Perverts.)


I just don't know. I'm confused and nervous and kind of proud I had the guts to send that back to him.
But now, he needs the guts to send me HIS.

alskdjogurwhfwkfjewf.

So Okay.

I stayed home today --- I don't really know what's going on, but my knees hurt so incredibly bad that I can almost not move --- and went through my Flickr photos.

So we're having a classic photo post. From YEARS ago.

This would be me in 1999. I was SEVEN.


My (STILL) best friends & I in seventh grade.


My Family --- Two Years Ago.


Before eigth grade Winter formal.


Dad on vacation with Michael and I. SPICE DROPS UP THE NOSE.



(PS) Click on the pictures that are cut off to see the whole of them. I'm too lazy to go back and redo them all.

Tampons, Milk, Sleet, and Ex-Boyfriends with Voice Changes

[...Yeah. I think that's all.]

So a three minute off-the-computer break turned into a trip from hades.

The moral of the story I'm about to tell? NEVER GO ANYWHERE TO BUY POTENTIALLY DISTURBING THINGS WITH YOUR FATHER.

Okay.

So I go and pour a big bowl of frosted flakes for dinner, and realize there's no milk. Close to around this time, Mom says something about making sure we have tampons (dear LORD), and as it turns out, we have none... At a very crucial time, if you get the jist. (If you're a male, just... Go away.)
So Dad's like, "FINE. I'LL GO TO THE STORE."
And of course, I was recruited to go along, too, which isn't a big deal. Tampons don't scare me.

HOWEVER.

We went to GFF, where my friends work sometimes, and when I first walked in, I couldn't see any of them, so it was okay. We went and got all of the stuff and walk up to check out when the bag boy can't stop LOOKING AT ME and...

Well, it turns out it's my ONLY EX-BOYFRIEND: Nicholas Trolinger.

I then do what I do best and completely ignore him and the FORTY SUPER TAMPONS that he's holding.

And on the way out, he says, "Have a nice night," like the little donkeyface he is, and his voice is DEEP. :O

It scared me.

And now, if Daniel calls me and says something about Nick seeing me at GFF, I will provoke all hell on that boy.

I LOVE US.

[21:18] baby4dreamer: hows the wife and kids?
[21:18] baby4dreamer: JHairbrush still in school?
[21:18] baby4dreamer: (thats yourr kids name JHairbrush)
[21:18] darnedpencil: Hahahaha.
[21:19] darnedpencil: Nah, he dropped out and got 38427 girls pregnant. We're so pround of him.
[21:19] baby4dreamer: LMFAO!
[21:20] baby4dreamer: Ooooh thats good :-) I always told him school was a bad road to travel, too much hoopla
[21:20] baby4dreamer: never listened to me though, that boys
[21:20] baby4dreamer: boy*
[21:20] darnedpencil: I know, man. Remember when we were in high school?
[21:20] baby4dreamer: Gosh, barely
[21:20] darnedpencil: I mean, they said smoking, drinking, and unprotected sex was bad! Ha!
[21:21] baby4dreamer: I know! *rolls eyes* i still dont see why they would say that, those darn teachers
[21:21] darnedpencil: I know, I know. And.. and... *sniffsniff* JHairbrush has absolutely no plans for the future!
[21:22] darnedpencil: As his mother, I feel so blessed.
[21:22] baby4dreamer: *tears start coming out* I'm so happy for you!
[21:22] baby4dreamer: *trying to hold back the tears*
[21:22] baby4dreamer: Raised a fine one you did *sob*
[21:23] darnedpencil: *bursts into tears* I know! And his sister Horanapole is pregnant with her third set of twins, and still has no job!
[21:23] darnedpencil: I can't imagine a better family!
[21:23] baby4dreamer: i'm so jelous! *sniffle* I always wanted a family like that *tear*
[21:23] darnedpencil: LOL.
[21:23] darnedpencil: :)
[21:23] baby4dreamer: Pokaooke went to collage! How could he do that to me?
[21:24] baby4dreamer: Doesn't he know the shame i must deal with when i patroll the streets on two dollar tuesdays?!
[21:25] darnedpencil: Sigh. We always knew that one would cause trouble... Especially after he was the first one in the Ghetto to pass third grade!
[21:25] darnedpencil: (OHMYGODLMAO)
[21:26] darnedpencil: The other night, he even tried to drive me home after I was trying to sell myself. HOW COULD HE?
[21:27] baby4dreamer: HE DIDN"T TELL ME THAT!! *gasps in shock*
[21:27] baby4dreamer: *tears* I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE!!
[21:27] baby4dreamer: I need to have a talk with that boy!
[21:28] baby4dreamer: The other day i saw him picking up trash outside! And-and-and OH ITS HORRIBLE! He actually avoided a squirrel when he drove me to the XXX theater yesturday! :'(
[21:28] darnedpencil: NO!!! :O
[21:28] darnedpencil: That's like Methusala, our daughter... *sniff, sniff*
[21:28] darnedpencil: She came home the other day... with a PURITY RING.
[21:29] baby4dreamer: OMFG!
[21:29] darnedpencil: ON HER FINGER.
[21:29] baby4dreamer: HOW DARE SHE!
[21:29] darnedpencil: I KNOW.
[21:29] baby4dreamer: Theres always one in every family *shakes head*
[21:29] darnedpencil: So we had the Mother-Daughter talk about how my sexual diseases couldn't be inherited, and how I was counting on her to contine the respectable family business!
[21:30] baby4dreamer: (LMAO!)
[21:30] darnedpencil: And she REFUSED, and then went to CHURCH. ON A WHORE WEDNESDAY.
[21:30] baby4dreamer: :-O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[21:30] darnedpencil: I KNOW.
[21:30] baby4dreamer: CHURCH?!?!
[21:30] darnedpencil: CATHOLIC, even!
[21:30] baby4dreamer: *Crys in outrage*WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT GIRL?!?!
[21:31] darnedpencil: And we got a letter yesterday - She's graduating VALEDICTORIAN.
[21:31] baby4dreamer: NO! She better get her act together if she ever hopes to be a hooker!
[21:31] baby4dreamer: *shakes head*
[21:31] darnedpencil: *sighs, shrugs* Oh, well. I'll just hire that guy down the street to come beat and rape her. That'll clear her senses.
[21:32] darnedpencil: Because I'm a good mother.
[21:32] darnedpencil: :)
[21:32] baby4dreamer: Yeahh i'm thinking of hireing the gay guy down the street for a bit o'rape
[21:32] darnedpencil: (I'm laughing COMLETELY.)
[21:32] darnedpencil: *completely
[21:32] darnedpencil: Ah, really? I heard he got rid of his crabs.
[21:32] darnedpencil: (the HIV, though, is there to stay)
[21:33] baby4dreamer: *gasp* Him? He seemed so...good spirited
[21:33] darnedpencil: I know it.
[21:33] baby4dreamer: you just cant tell nowadays
[21:33] baby4dreamer: *shakes head slowly*
[21:33] darnedpencil: Ah, well, I'll just have to have my husband go re-fix that.
[21:33] baby4dreamer: How times have changed..
[21:33] darnedpencil: I know, I know.
[21:33] baby4dreamer: Ah yes, that would clear that problem right up :-)
[21:34] darnedpencil: (not to mention give him at least three more. :))
[21:34] baby4dreamer: (LMAO!!)
[21:34] baby4dreamer: Your so thoughtful! *hugs* If only everyone had a friend like you
[21:35] darnedpencil: I know!
[21:35] baby4dreamer: I heard that Rediluna's friend called and intermission on her!
[21:35] baby4dreamer: I was so shciled, that girl needs better friends
[21:35] darnedpencil: Ugh, I have to go buy more fishnet and stilettos. The freak downtown got... well, pretty much everything on them.
[21:35] darnedpencil: INTERMISSION?
[21:35] baby4dreamer: Ahh yes, good times :-) and yes!
[21:36] baby4dreamer: She was going on talking about how the drugs were "Bad"
[21:36] darnedpencil: Psh.
[21:36] baby4dreamer: She even threw away her drugs!
[21:36] baby4dreamer: All those good drugs, gone to waste.. :'(
[21:36] baby4dreamer: and poor little reddy might never recover..
[21:36] darnedpencil: Like she would know. I bet her mother wasn't as caring as I was, and got addicted to everything and it's mother while I was pregnant, JUST FOR MY LITTLE GIRL.
[21:36] baby4dreamer: a friend stabbing her in the back like that...ITS JUST NOT RIGHT
[21:37] darnedpencil: Hear, hear.
[21:37] darnedpencil: Oh, the womb can be where they're most affected, that's what I always say.
[21:37] darnedpencil: Of course, I think the Heroin was a good lubricant for labor. Phew.
[21:37] baby4dreamer: You know what they say, a sober fetus leads to a sad sad life-us
[21:38] darnedpencil: (nice rhyme. LMAOOOO.)
[21:38] darnedpencil: Indeed, indeed.
[21:38] baby4dreamer: Ahh yes, i myself smoked some 'schrooms before Pook' came out
[21:38] baby4dreamer: (Hehe i know, i'm so good)
[21:38] darnedpencil: OKAY. I GIVE. THAT WAS AMAZING. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
[21:39] baby4dreamer: LMAO
[21:39] baby4dreamer: *dies of laughter*
[21:39] baby4dreamer: i love us
[21:39] darnedpencil: I love us too. In the freaky way. :D
[21:39] baby4dreamer: of course :-D
[21:40] darnedpencil: I'm posting this on my blog. Lmao.

Non-Alcoholic

Don't ask why the title. Instead, see two posts ago... The one that the previous one is a continuation of...

As if that's not confusing.

Anywho, I put up my linkage-ing. I have all of your sites (The regular blogs, at least. haha) and then a whole list of some that not TOO many people usually go to (ex. THIS ONE, UncommonGoods.com. Seriously, I love pretty much everything on there. If I had a million dollars...

You get the jist.

Anywho.

Tonight, we're thinking about going over to the Harkins and trying out for the B.C. Clark commercial.

And since anyone outside of Oklahoma has no clue what I'm talking about, let me explain:

B.C. Clark is a jeweler who's famous (at least here) for their Christmas jingle. I know it by heart, and ever year they have people sing it and then collage it into their commercial.

As for the song...

(Continuation of Last Post)

My BROTHER now has a Blogger account that he will SUPPOSEDLY be using.

Check it out and leave dirty comments. :)

(He's NOT a writer!)

May I present... The eleven-year-old freakfaced Michael Reynolds!

Sequelitis.

She grinned over her glass. “I really, really like this, you know. This atmosphere, being able to sit down and just drink with you.”
“Even if we’re both only permitted non-alcoholic beverages?”
“Even if we’re both only permitted non-alcoholic beverages.” She said, and blushed. “Sorry.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Hart said, and grinned at her mischeviously. “I would’ve liked to see you drunk though.”
“Not like you drink yourself.”
“No, not often.” He looked reasonably thoughtful for a moment. “Though I guess I’m more inclined as to what my company prefers.”

Watching him go through all of this pain; these memories – it was, to say the very least, slightly overwhelming. But then again, I’d asked, and he hadn’t denied me an answer.

“So tell me again, how did you find me?” she teased, looking at him in a way that suggested she was more than enjoying their reunion. “I thought I hid fairily decently.”
“You did, actually. It was just kind of by chance that I saw you on the subway.”
“I always wanted to see New York,” she said wistfully, and I could see Hart examining her hazy glaze.
“Yes, but this is the closest thing to it in my opinion. The hustle and the chaos with that kind of peacefulness that only can be found in the corners of big cities.”
They both paused for a moment in a comfortable reverie, sipping from the glasses.
“This is good,” she said at last, smiling over at Hart. “I’m glad you found me again.”
He nodded, smiling back easily. “I’m glad I found you too, Alesia. It’s been a long time.”
She chuckled and took a sip of her drink. “Remember when you and I first…”

The dream abruptly cut off, and I was suddenly back at the kitchen table, facing dark, brooding eyes the color of the scotch he was sipping.
“It was bad,” he admitted. “It was very bad, and for a long time.”

---------------------------

That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Along with the Writer's Block that seems to plague me every year, I've suddenly developed the urge to write a second book first --- AND THERE WASN'T GOING TO BE ANY FREAKING OTHER STORY.

lakdsjafiijfljkwjndfewkdk.

Brain -----> Leave of Absence.

UM. Kay. So. I've reinstalled Trillian, so it *should* be working right again, and I know now how to wipe and reinstate a computer. It's awesome and makes me feel super-righteously powerfu;.

I have to memorize a script for Friends by Monday. I'm the Numero Uno Pheobe. Rock on. :)

...BUT WHY DOES SHE TALK SO MUCH?

Anywho.

I think I may just randomly work around on this sequel thing. I'm NOT winning NaNo this year, trust me, but at least I can still write something. :P

Love, peace, and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Touched.

So I'm sitting here, aching over Europe.

Because guess freaking what?

...
A certain amazing teacher of mine has just nominated me (as I found out from my mail) to become a Student Leader, and to go to Washington D.C., Broadway, or across the oceans for a couple of weeks.

I want to go so bad.

(Okay, so actually, I would LOVE to go BACK to Europe with People to People, not this LeadAmerica place... But... I'd just love to GO.)

I Hate Everything

today.

I'm frustrated, annoyed, and tired of being yelled at by people in general.

I need time and a lot of hate music to get over it.

Unfortunately, my purgatory currently resides both on Markwell and on Toby Keith Ave. I can't escape.

Opening night is in two weeks.

There's no way in all that's righteous that I'm going to even be able to LOOK at NaNo.

Chris Kifer won't talk to me.

Morgan STILL isn't talking to me.


What did I do?

Claus*, The Fish-Who-Serves-As-A-Reminder-To-How-Much-Exactly-Wal*Mart-SUCKS-BUTT.

So we went to Wal*Mart so I could get the sleep-in curlers I need for the musical, and while we're over there, Mom decides that we can go see the fish.

Eech.

The fish are in HORRIBLE condition. They threw a load of beta food to the betas, and their water is gross and they're in teeny containers.

So we took sympathy on the worst treated one, a gorgeous blue-eyed male.

The warranty is 90 days.

He lived a total of three FREAKING hours.

I'm SO mad.

* He didn't have a name because we weren't sure he'd make it for a couple of days, but since he's dead, and lived in an old Claussen Pickle jar for his meager happiest three hours of his little fishy life, I have secretly dubbed him Claus, and told Mom there's no way we're giving him back to Wal*Mart to throw away. I shall bury him - AFTER we get the #*(&$# refund.

I'VE BEEN FIGHTING TO LET YOU GOOOOOO...

"SOME DAYS I MAKE IT THROUUUUUGH, AND THEN THERE'S NIIIIIGHTS THAT NEEEVVERRR END!"

Ah, Backstreet. I love you forever. And did you hear?! They're back to the Millenium dancing - it's AWESOME.

OU is losing, so I'm not exactly tryig to be in a fantastic mood. I mean, I don't love them as much as the Broncos, but they're still my babies -- Especially since Bradford looks like Chuck!

(Chuck --- 8/7c on NBC, I think)

I LOVE him.

(Crabtree, you will die.)

Anywho.

The other day, Jonas the Stoner made this banana bread with nuts, raisins (and I don't even LIKE raisins), and cinnamon sugar on top - OH MY GAAAWWSH. It's so AMAZING.

Jonas the Stoner Bakery, he said he was going to open if the whole Neurosurgeon thing doesn't work out... Which, him being a stoner, I will be scared if it actually does.

Um... Hmmm... Still hate Kristen Stewart for Bella... Still haven't gotten TO day four on my NaNoWC...

Yeah. Not much is new.

SCHOOL FROM MONDAY TO TUESDAY NEXT WEEK.
WOOOO.

TALK TO ME ON WED. AND THURS. :D

((((It's supposed to SNOW the day before/of Thanksgiving! IN OKLAHOMA! But really, Oklahomans trusting the weathermen? Don't think so.))))

NOoOOOOoOoOoOOo!

KRISTEN STEWART?! FROM ZATHURA?!

STEPHENIE!!!!

(I saw it in second hour.)

ERAAAGGGHHHH, WOMAN!

I don't see Bella in her, and I KNOW I can't be Bella, so no quoting her statement but... I WANT A GOOD BELLA WHO LOOKS LIKE I PICTURE HER.

dangitall.

Kristen Stewart: *sigh*


This may look A LITTLE like my Bella, but alas. She doesn't look like this often.

"Solar Plexus, it's - Bigger than Texas!"

Part of a song that both Babe and Sid are horribibible at right now. Oy.
[Part of one of my FAVORITE songs.]

So anywho, NEW WR POST from a very talented girl, and they've announced the winners for the Stephenie Meyer contest thing (the prize, in case you didn't know, was a tape se of the books. Woo). Unfortunatey, I didn't win.

But nor did I enter.

Ahhh... CLIPPAGE! [But before that, I must explain: I forgot to download the latest copy of my original onto my USB, so I started writing a more fun part at school - This would be it. :)]

Waking up was like drinking electricity; every nerve in my body was suddenly on edge without knowing why.
“Good morning,” Musa’s voice rang out, causing me to jump.
“Oh, um, hi, ah, Musa.... Why are you here?”
I didn’t understand why she was in my designated room. There wasn’t a big issue or anything – it was just that it was kind of petrifying to wake up with another person in your room when all of you are in a completely different world.
“Arielle wants to see you, and this was my room in the first place, remember?”
Oh, right. But I still wasn’t understanding why Arielle needed me, other than to scream at me a little more. Not that it would really bother me – I was still partially stuck on the belief that this was all some whacked up kind of dream, and that August and Les were sitting at home, doing regular stuff.
I sighed. “And where can I find her?”
Musa smiled merrily. “Seeing as how I’m her assistant, I can help with that.”
To my utter amazement, she sat down on my bed and looked at me expectantly, eyeing my pajama’ed glory.
“What now?”
“You’ll have to change, you know.”
“Well, yeah, but I kind of do that alone…”
Musa laughed again, the sound of bells chiming in harmony. “Silly girl, you don’t even have a clue what to put on first, let alone what we wear on a daily basis! I’m here to help you!”
I blinked in confusion. “Yes, I do… I toured LeMia yesterday, remember? Plus, I can see what you’re wearing now, and it doesn’t look like anything too complicated.”
“That just goes to show what you know; I’m still in my sleeping clothes.”
She motioned down at her garb of a loose cream-colored silk shirt and what looked like dress pants, but were magical-looking; pretty and almost glamorous, with disgust. I stared at her in shock and awe.
“My clothes are prettier than that?”
For a minute, she looked offended until what I’d really meant sunk in. “Oh, Rowena!” She laughed. “Of course they are! Sleeping clothes are rather horrendous; I’m very sorry you had to see me like this, too, by the way. It’s out of protocol, but Arielle talked to me this morning and demanded that you meet her, so I had no other choice.”
I smiled. “This is too cool.”

OKAY.

So. It's not much, but what can you do when you've got 231987321 people staring at your screen?!

Ha, ha.

AND DEAR ANNA: Here's the basic rundown of Chris.
* He's sixteen.
* He's in band.
* He goes out of his way to give me a hug when he sees me (we have no classes together).
* I'm actually COMFORTABLE around him.
* He's not a bold-faced jerk/liar.
* He's cute, in the 'wait a sec, is he really cute or is that a trick of the light?' way.
* He's still no Morgan.
* I kind of like him loads. And I'd say like a brother, but we all know most of that is shot to heck in the first place. I love him like a brother, like him like Lauren.
* Let's see... I've known him for... Three years?

So I hope that makes you happy.

I thought you were going to have a HEART ATTACK when I told you earlier.

:)

Loving Les.

So from what I hear, Les is the favorite of the four (YEAH. FOUR.) characters out of eleven pages I've written so far. :)

Which isn't a bad thing, let me just say.

Haha. Thanks, guys.

---(Clip)---

“Les...?”
“Yeah?”
“Why do you think people don’t believe you?”
He laughed dryly. “You can answer that better than I can, Enna. You’re one of them, you know.”
I grimaced. “Well... Sorry. But you know how looney this whole thing sounds, right? You know that none of this parallels to anything in the world that we live in. You know that people won’t believe in things that aren’t right there.”
“Then what about God?”
It took me a minute to process where he was going with this whole thing. “What about God?”
“He’s real, isn’t he?”
Les’ words took me back to a time when I thought God lived behind the sky, making the stars dance just for me to see, and the sun shine so that I could go outside to play. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe now; I still did. It was just seeing how Les was treated, and how he talked sometimes... It was kind of hard to believe the same person made the stars shine.
“Yeah, Les. He is.” I said wearily. “But I still don’t see how something like LeMia can have any congruence to God.”
He sighed, and held out his hands. “You have to believe in something you can’t see, Enna. You have to understand that everything parallels to something; that my LeMia is just as real as God.”
“There’s no definable logic there, Les.” I pointed out.
“To you, no. To me, infinetly.”

---(End of Clip)---

I like him too.

WC, as of this post: 5112
That's right --- Only NINE days behind.
Luckily, I'm going to panic and write 3334 a night*, so I'll be caught up by the eighteenth.


*Maybe. Hopefully. Possibly.

AHHHH.

Ever heard of fangirling?

Well, just FYI, I'm completely mastering it.

Oh, yeah.

There's this show, called 'Firefly', that Joss Whedon made, and it lasted fourteen episodes. Well, willingly, I can say that's probably right there on my AHHLOVEYOU show list next to Chuck. Maybe even BEFORE Chuck.

And Buffy. OHHhhhh, Buffy.

...Which is a big deal.

Anywho, he's making this show called 'Dollhouse', that will air, unfortunately, after the Writer's Strike*, starring the the girl (with a large aslkdjaslfddh-ish name that's mentioned on the link) who played Faith in Buffy, and the plotline is amazing!

It's about this group of people... Well... Just go to the link. :D

I'm still sitting here wondering why he's never written a novel.


*How come I don't know about these things until they're already tre known!?

Meg Cabot

will save your life, I've firmly decided.

Sigh.

I'm okay. Just... stressing about stuff that's not even there.

Chasity's going to go out with Jeff G. (went to Euro with me - sweet guy), but I'm afraid she'll use him. When she got into *my* love life (LAME, Chas!), I kind of spilled that the guy I was even remotely interested happened to go to Westmoore.

And eventually, she guessed. And then began freaking out on me. NO LIE.

"OHMYLORD, LAUREN! I'M SO JEALOUS! I'VE LOVED HIM SINCE SEVENTH GRADE! I'D GO OUT WITH HIM IN A HEART BEAT! BLAHBLAHBLABITTYBLAH!!!!"

Okay, fine, so it was a little funny.
But also, I've learned that Morgan has this loyal group of people who would date him in a second... Which is disturbing, but flattering.

Unfortunately, she happened to ask me why I WASN'T dating him. alsjfhadlfjhrwofuhenksougfew.

So I told her the story, about my 'lie', and reminded her that not even on pain of death was she to tell anyone of this.

And now I'm sitting here shaking, and it's not cold. aslkdj. I don't know what's going on.

BUT IT'S FRIDAY! WOO!

---

Song Clip That Potentially Depresses People:

"Monday is a funny thing
Still waiting for the phone to ring
Will my imagination take it slow (oh yeah)
How decidedly my life has changed
In a moment it was rearranged
Strange how easy it is letting go.

And I miss your face

Like the sun was in my eyes
And now I'm running blind
And I can't explain
Last night I saw the fireworks
The kind of pain that never hurts
The one you hate to love is made for you
Another Unsuspecting Sunday Afternoon..."

Oh, It's What You Do to Me...

I can think of a million words for hate.

...Not a single one comes to mind to put in my story file.

alsjkdalsghhkj.

Really bad day. Cried for a while.

Thank goodness for high school and stupid people.

I've Really Got to WORK.

I was actually going to say pee, but that was just kind of 'eeh.'

Anywho.

I have practice until at least six tomorrow and Friday, so pray for me.

Oh, and my wordcount. It sounds weird, but hope for me on that one, kay?

:D

Love youuu guysss.

Pictures of The Tree and the Morons Who Put it Up.

WORK. NO PICTURES. SLAVE!
Yeah. That's it. The three-hour, up-till-midnight tree.
COLOR freaking CODED banches.

Hiiiii, Michael, who doesn't like the camera.
The photographer. Please, hold your applause.
Dad and the vacuum, caught in a very intimate moment....
Nah. We're nothing alike.

---

And I totally promised pics of the Eclipse hunt, so here we go.
Waiting, and taking bad pictures.
Kyleighhhhh.
WHERE THE FREAK IS IT?!
"I don't know where Eclipse is, but check THESE out!"
"@*#^$."

Updation for the... Four of Us?

But hey! We're cool enough, right?!

Current favorite line: “Fine,” he said eventually, and I reopened my eyes. “But I can’t be blamed for the death of a couple of shrinks and possibly one very annoying sibling.”

Current WC: 1,989.

Status of the WC: Not good. At all. Like, tonight's goal is supposed to be 5,001. OY. But I promise, I will have at least yesterday's goal of 3,334 by tonight.

Anywho, we're putting up the Christmas Tree up tonight, as kind of a joke to Mom. The big joke? We're leaving it up for the rest of the year.

AHHHHH.

Pictures to come. I'm so tired.

HAPPY NOVEMBERRR!

NaNoWriMo is upon us, ladies and gentlemen.

And I'm already behind. :O

But no worries. I'm spending today and tomorrow hurrying my butt up (and trying to axe-murder my inner editor: "Mom! I can't write without editing! 82% of my writing ability is editing!!")... PROMISE.

And just as a kind of preview...
I present the beginning. That I changed. Which got me behind. By, like, a day.
---

I lay with my back on the bed, bawling my eyes out.
It wasn’t some kind of unnatural thing, though. I usually did this after a long week of being crammed into place after place – School, home, psychiatrist’s office; all of them were horrible places that constrained me, and by the time I got home on Friday, I was usually ready for the crying jag that kept me up half of the night.
It wasn’t just the places though that kept this ritual in practice. It was the fact that I was constantly being known for my other half; my twin brother, Les, who wasn’t ever completely there. He randomly say something about people that the rest of the family, if you would really call the disjointed group of people that lived in this house ‘family,’ didn’t know anything about.
He literally lived in his own little world that he visited constantly, sitting on the couch, watching cartoons with a muted volume.
It killed us all just to sit there and watch him.
All of us dealt with it differently, too, which had kind of killed any chance of being close to one another.
Mom had taken up both smoking and drinking on a daily basis, two fierce habits that she’d kicked long ago, after she’d had Les. Her hair remained in a forever-frizzy mess, usually combed back into some kind of bun, revealing her thin, bony cheeks and dulled green eyes. She was in a state of depression, and had even remarried just to get her spirits up, kicking Les aside and blaming his ‘disease’ on her first divorce – One that Les and I hadn’t even been alive for. She’d become a workaholic, along with our new stepfather, who we barely knew because he was constantly in San Francisco or New York on important business. Whenever he came home, Les and I would seek out refuge at a friend’s house, while August would just disappear for a while, leaving no notice of where she was going.
But then again, from her, we didn’t really expect anything.
August had taken the fact that her little brother was a shrink case pretty harshly, turning into a picture from the Goth’s Book of How to Dress in the Dark and putting down anything he said about ‘his people.’ The only difference (besides the dark, heavy makeup and the so-black-that-it’s-blue hair) was that she blamed the very people he talked about for the way he was. She was discreet about it, but she was always telling him to ditch his friends and come back to her, because even though they may want him there, she wanted him back more than anything like that. She wanted her brother.
It was so strange, though, that while they both blamed other people, that I blamed myself. As cliché as it may have sounded, that’s just the way it was.
I’d seen too many shows on Discovery Channel about the difference between twins, and more often than not, some aspect of the show would have to do with the twins that were mentally disabled because the other one had taken more of something, leaving the weaker one to struggle just to live.
To me, that was the story of Les and I; I’d taken what he needed in order to be normal for nine months, and now, for the last three years, he’d gotten his biological payback – Making my life a living nightmare.
“Kids!” Mom croaked from downstairs, where I could be almost sure she was getting ready to head out for a meeting again. “Get down here!”
I swiped at my eyes with the sleeves of my shirt, and hurried downstairs. Mom hadn’t ever seen me crying at anything like this, and there was no way I was going to start letting her now.
“Yeah?” I asked. Les sat on the couch, and looked up at me with a little smile. Even though we were so completely different, we still had that whole ‘twin’ thing that kept us from shooting each other. He could tell what was wrong with me before even I knew, and I could tell when he needed or wanted to talk – It was some kind of mutual psycho-thing that we’d had for as long as we’d been alive.
It was pretty amazing to look at Les and think that he was literally the other half of me. Beautiful green eyes and dark brown hair accented the unnaturally pale skin that both of us had been cursed with. It was just a shame that we weren’t identical; I had blonde hair that was always too thick to mess with, with blue eyes that were too blue – like a blueberry Popsicle stranded in the middle of a sea of white. I stuck out and blended in all at the same time, because of my looks, which were pretty, but not anything close to model-esce.
“You have to take Les to his appointment with Dr. Weber at six. I’m supposed to be down at the office in ten minutes, and God only knows how long that will last.”
I stared at her in disbelief. She had to be kidding. “Mom, we’ve never taken Les anywhere like that before. August and I don’t know what to do.”
She waved me off and picked up her keys. “Ask the receptionist or the doctor or anyone around. It’s not brain surgery, Enna.”
So there’s this teeny problem with my family. See, with Les being the way he is, and me being without a car, only August would be able to take us anywhere – and usually, she hates being in the same room as other people.
This would be interesting.
“We can ditch it.” Les coaxed. “We already know what he’s going to say.”
I shook my head. “Look, if this makes you get any better, we’re doing it.”
He frowned and turned back to the TV. He didn’t think he had a condition, and he got frustrated that it was brought up in a bad way. “The only thing that’s wrong with me,” he often said, “is that my family doesn’t trust my own judgment.”
Which, sadly, was true.
---

Wordcount at the moment: Noneofyourbeeswax.

I'm in that good of a writing mood. :P

Opposites?

Today, I'm SUPER HAPPY.

Weird, huh?

Anyhow, YES! I LOVE YOU, BSB. YOU ARE MY SECOND SAVIOR!

Something That I Already Know

Today sucked royally. Sorry, guys. No post-o tonight. Just lyrics to a song that came out seven minutes ago. And a movie thing so you can hear it.

Tomorrow. Maybe. Okay?



Something That I Already Know

Here we are,
Seven days
And seven nights of empty tries
It's rituals, habitual
But it's never gonna work this time

We're to the point of no return
And along the way the only thing we've learned
Is how to hurt each other

I'm looking back and wondering why
It took so long to realize
That nothing's changed, it never will
All these years of standing still
And still we stay, in all this pain
And nothing's going to make it go away

Chorus
I don't want to wait another minute
Put me out of my misery
I can read your mind baby you're not in it
And we're not what we used to be
No you wouldn't have to lie to me
If you would only let me go
And I don't want to wait another minute to hear

Something that I already know

I know, I know, I know
Something that I already know
I know, I know, I know

So save your voice
Don't waste your breath
Can't you see we're at the end?
This goodbye, it's permanent
So wish me well
And try to forget

All the fights
And all the ways
We almost made it
But we never did
And finally it's come to this

Chorus
I don't want to wait another minute
Put me out of my misery
I can read your mind baby you're not in it
And we're not what we used to be
No you wouldn't have to lie to me
If you would only let me go
And I don't want to wait another minute to hear
Something that I already know

I Don't Wanna Waste Another Minute...

I think I'm more than a little obsessed, don't you?

I love them. Still. Forever. Whatever.

But anywho, they've CHANGED! Scroll down on that site and listen to the clips (Number Four --- My fave, just off of the preview, and the namesake of this post), and it's like "Back to the Nineties" --- Not that I mind. :)

Dad has yet to preorder this CD, and I've already paid him for it. UGH, I can't wait until this summer. Car, job, potential boyfriend, and pure happiness (minus the snow).

Speaking of Morgan, I haven't heard from him in a while. It's depressing. What's weird though is that I realized that I can predict guys by what they're doing. And no, it's not non-disturbing. Take Daniel for example. Unless I call him first, the only time he calls me is because he broke up with someone. No kidding. Or how about Charles, the manwhore, who only emails me when he thinks he has a [snowballs] chance [in hell]. And Morgan? Well, he makes me sad. Because the only time I get to talk to him is when he signs on to IM, and the only time he does that is when he doesn't have a girlfriend.

How pathetic is that? I'm head-over-heels for a guy who only talks to me when he's single.

I must be mental.

But okay. Enough of that.

COLORADO LOST THE WORLD SERIES!!!
And while I don't particularly care about pro baseball (or any kind, for that matter), it makes me extremely sad. My friend loves the Red Sox and I think they're retarded, even though I've never actually seen them play until this week... Hence the "GO ROCKIES" stance.

...

No logic there. I understand. But STILL!!!!

Oh, so big family issue at the moment, anyone? Here ya go: Ghosts.

I know. GHOSTS. Who would've thought. But my mom loves those psychic "I FEEL THE SPIRITS OF THE DEAD" shows. I, in my opinion (and Katie, I know you and I don't think the same on this topic, and I'm not saying my word is law... Promise. So don't think I'm buttheaded and calling people dumb for thinking against what I am. I love you) think it's a bunch of crap.

But again, my mom doesn't.

She thinks that the house she grew up in was hanted by ghostS who talked at night and played middle C on the piano. She says her sister heard it too.

What no one knows about my mom (and what I'm not supposed to know, so shut your holes) is that she's been through hell as a child. In fact, all my dad's told me is that I'm not to be around my grampa without a parent. Which leaves no specifics, but scares the FLIP out of me.

So anywho, my dad thinks this: Mom's childhood and situation at the time was really bad, and that it was all something that haunted her. Her and her sister, who shared a room and went through the same "thing" were BOTH haunted by it. He says that he believes ghosts are in your mind, after something bad happens, or something traumatic.

And I'm kind of eh on that too. I just don't think about it. But whatever. It was weird to talk about. I just can't imagine "spirits" being on Earth. In my religion, when you die, you go to heaven or hell. There's no "haunt" option on the dial.

Whatev. I don't know. It's disturbing.

SO.

I finished my paper on Indium and watched "Not Another Teen Movie" for a while with Dad, and now I'm furious because I missed a BSB interview and exclusive album leak, and I have practice until EIGHT tomorrow, if I'm reading my schedule right.

Oh boy.

:)

Love you guys.