Pregnant

I'm working on my titles Ness, I am.

Yesterday I shoveled snow! Lol, it was fun. I don't know why I thought shoveling snow was fun but it was. I put on loads of clothes so I wouldn't freeze to death then braved the blizzard...But Jesus Christ was I tired afterwards. I seriously couldn't walk up the steps in the house...God, it was horrible...

I'm bored...I'll write tomorrow. I can't make a promise on it though...

Blog Posts

Damn, still no comments.

Did you know Ness, I think in blog posts now! It was a funny but weird discovery. I was just standing up during Christians prayer service and then I was just thinking of how I was going to format this post! I can't remember anything from the morning (anything specific) but it's fun to be so weird to think in blog posts.

I'm not going to Christian's funeral tomorrow. I mean, I just can't. I hate funerals. I do. Like, despise. I feel like such a bitch for not going though. I tried to tell Jayson, but the way he responded was basically "Well, why won't you go? It's his funeral. Pay some respect!"

I can understand where Jayson is coming from, but I just can't. I knew that if I went to that funeral that I wouldn't be paying any respect. I would probably be thinking about shota (which, by the way, I haven't seen in a few days...) or something else unholy. I just couldn't. I do feel bad. I should be there for Jayson, but no. Sorry. I can't do it. Funerals are really depressing and just...messed up. I can't do it. Sorry.

I have in my own little way payed some respect to Christian. I didn't really know the dude, but I did pray for him in the prayer service. Of course I didn't say a word, but I did pray for him inwardly.

I'm still shocked that the boy actually died. It's like...Wow. You never really expect that people you see on a day to day basis are gonna up and die.

Eh, well, today I sorta decided to name my children December and Wednesday. Yes, the awesome names! Lol, in like a day I'm gonna sit here and say "December and Wednesday SUCK as names!" but until that time, I think they're cool.

Hazel

I don't know how to start this off on the right foot. Here goes...

Thursday, January 25th 2007, this guy that I went to school with passed away. I barely knew the dude; we just said hello in the halls and had very short, very abrupt conversatons. But, he passed. His name was Christian Overton.

God man, this is bad. Ii just is. So far the family is saying it was an accident.

I'm stuck for words right now. I don't know what to say.

It bothers me that I cried for this guy and not for my own great-grandmother...I mean, I was talking to Jayson, trying to comfort him, and then I just started to cry. I dunno why. Then Hazel (my great-grandmother) flashed into my head. I didn't cry at her funeral. Or when I found out she died...It sucks so much that I couldn't at least shed a tear for my own blood. I just couldn't. I don't know why. But then yesterday I cried for a few minutes. I had to stop cause my mom was outside my room (going to the bathroom I guess). I did want to get up and get a hug from her, but I decided against it.

Instead, I got off the phone with Jayson and wrote a poem for Hazel. Yep, a poem. If you know me Ness, you know that me and poetry are like...Just not on the same frequency. I detest poetry, well MY poetry. Whenever I write a poem and read it to someone, they laugh at me and make fun of me. But I wrote one for Hazel. I couldn't handle not doing anything for her.

Is it a good poem Ness? No. Well, yes. Hazel probably thinks it's good. The English speaking world? Uh, no. Oh well, there's only one person I'm trying to please with this poem.

"Dear Hazel"

Dear Hazel
Writing is hard for me
It never feels real, it never feels right
Poetry is beyond my feeble mind
But this one is for you

The words don't flow, Hazel
Not like they do with the emo teens on Lifetime (hehe)
When those girls write
Their words flow like waterfalls of emotion and life
Mine sputter like a dumb old car that has never touched open road

I have a surprise, Hazel
I cried today
I cried for you, although four months too late
It only lasted seconds
The tears were dry before I noticed I shed them

I feel so emptry Hazel
The death of a boy I barely knew cause more tears, more emotion
Than the death of my own blood; My own great-grandmother
Please forgive me
Please

What has happened, Hazel?
I need to stop
I need you to know I care
But my emotions feel so superficial to me!
I hope you know they're real

Ok, Hazel. I love you.
I love you
I love you
I love you
I miss you dearly too.

Hazel, let's just smile!
Have you forgiven me? Have you heard my cry?
My words are bulky and ignorant; I know you'll get my point
My tears for you are in my heart. They're bottled up inside
If I see you ever again, will you make me feel alive?

Hehe, I miss you Hazel. The world lost a good one when it lost you.

That's the end of my poem. I'm happy with it. Hehe, I really am. I changed it a little, but it's good. It makes near to no sense, but that's ok. Hazel will get it. I know she will.

100th Post!

Wow Wednesday (yes, that IS your name blog) I can't believe I stuck to something for 100 posts! That's really amazing! I mean, wow, what a shock! Let's hope I can stay till a hundred more.

Anyway, ths internet here is pissing me off. GOD! It's never on! Like, it just makes me depressed; not being able to get online whenever I feel like it. I have to become a scientist or something. First make a hypothesis then test it out, come up with a conclusion as to why I still can't get online, and try a whole new different method. For the past like hour I've been trying to get connected...Finally when Lanita called I got the greenlight! I was so happy. And sorta bummed becuase the only thing I look forward to in my existence is that green light that comes on when you're able to get on the internet. Woe is me...

I have to get my hair done today, what a drag. I had it down for about 2-3 weeks and I was loving it. Now I have to get it done. I have school off today (some speaker lady came to talk to the faculty) so I'm just wondering how long this hair thing is gonna take. I wanna come on the internet again! And watch Boku No Pico.

Hehehe, I found it ,Wednesday! I know later in life, I'll look upon this post and vomit, but I finally found it! God, it was nice. THe more I think about watching that show the more my stomach turns. But I can't stop. Once it starts I have to watch. Or shall I say suffer? I'm really a prude when it comes to shota. I could barely contain my insides. I felt like a criminal. But it was good!! And censored. I was kinda mad abou that but I knew that if it wasn't censored...Well, I'd be watching it right now instead of talking to you! Lol.

Hmm, since your name is Wednesday blog, I'm gonna give you a nickname. I don't want to get you (blog) confused with the day...So, your new name shall be...Ness! Hehe, reall original I know. Real original.

I see a few spelling mistakes. Ignore them.

Wow, Caitlyn has changed. She sent me an email and I sent her one back and she sent me one back and she is mean! She uses the word gay like it's going outta the human language. Man, it was crazy. SHe probably talks like that in real life too. I dunno. I'll reply to her later. One day.

I'm listening to Boku No Pico. I need to soak up this rare chance cause in a little while it's gonna be deleted. Damn, I wish I was older. And could speak Japanese. Then I wouldn't have to rely on Youtube for my shota needs (rhyme was intentional).

It's sickening when you think about it. An older guy with like...a 12 year old boy. I mean, I like it, but it is kinda sickening. Now if that happened in real life..Let me rephrase: If this happened to someone I knew in real life, then that would...Sorta rock I guess. No it wouldn't no it wouldn't.

Man, my 100th post and I'm talking about some show that's illegal. I can't helo myself. Maybe I'll post something later today to make up for it.

I find this funny. Whenever it comes to sex, I have like a thousand stupid questions. Like, in Boku No Pico for instance (you know I was going there): Why does some random 12 year old boy agree to do it in a car with some guy? Who the hell cares if ice cream falls onto your shirt and stains it? That doesn't give you the right to ask some 12 year old boy to lick it off! (I don't even know if the boy is 12...) It would be hot yes...but...God.

I need to talk about something else...

I'm leaving Ness. Sorry I bored you with Shota. No not really...

Okokok sorry.

Bye-Bye

Blame

Well, I got out of school at 2:30 not 1:30 like I planned. Ah well...

Anyway, so, I mentioned yesterday that Allen is dating Katherine. I thought the relationship was going fine, but then all of a sudden as soon as I sit down Allen comes up to me and blames me for them (him and Katherine) for breaking up! WHat?! Lol, I just started laughing. I got a little angry, but mostly I started to laugh. The only thing I said to Katherine when she told me her and Allen were dating is that the relationship wouldn't last very long and I wondered how those two ended up together.

That's it! That's all I said! And Allen blamed his failed relationship on me for the whole day. I'm gonna talk to those two eventually. I don't like how Katherine brought up only MY name (Jayson didn't agree with the relationship either) and how Allen blames me. Ah well. Who the hell cares.

Ah, man. I was gonna do some long post....But Wednesday, (hahaha! I used my blog's name!) I'm too lazy...I don't know what to do...Other than watch Ouran High School Host Club!!!!

Bye bye!

*Huggles*

Aww, I missed you so much blog! I don't think I missed something on the internet as much as you! You mean a lot to me.

Anyway, wow. I've mised the internet soo much since I left it! I just don't know what to do. Well, since we get out of school early tomorrow, I know I'm gonna find something to do on here.

Finals are over! I was soo worried, but they turned out ok. I got the highest score in the 9th grade class for Physics. I was amazed. I was really happy though. The other classes, I dunno. I know I did good on Social Studies (the test was a joke), everything else is up in the air. Especially English. Ms.Stover pulled out a test that made you think. Like, you learned the stuff but she asked you to use the stuff you learned. It was hard. Well, not hard, but not amazingly easy like Social Studies was.

That whole Allen BS fell through. He's dating Katherine now, a friend of mine. I'm kinda mad. I thought he really liked me...

BUT! Behold, there's Jayson, another friend of mine. I've been getting this vibe that he really likes me. Some of the things he says, how he slips them in the conversation, is a little hint. Then some dude came up to me and said how he liked me alot. It'll have to develop more before I can be sure.

Ok, blog. I'm gonna name you! You new name shall be.......:Wednesday! Lol, an hour ago I was thinking about the day as a name, and it sounded really cool. I was gonna make an rp character out of it, but hell, I haven't finished (or started) the ones I have, so I didn't do it. But Wednesday is a cool name, so, I know you'll like it.

Bye bye, Wednesday! I'm gonna go watch Ouran High School Host Club. I'll tell you more about the break between us tomorrow.

C u l8ter (hehehe, loser me)

Hi!

I couldn't think of anything else...

Anyway. I had to scheme my way to get on this computer. I'm over Cathy's house.

Moving today was a pain in the beind. We weren't ready at all. Well, we were a little but not a lot. All the big stuff was ready to go, but all the little stuff is still over there. My room is clear (except for my bed post thingy...I'm at a loss of rowrds). The computers are over at the house, so all this little stuff needs to be worried about. It's all my mom's stuff too. But she has the nerve to get on me about all my stuff when most of her little stuff is sitting in the old house.

I didn't even study at all for finals. I feel bad about it. I studied a little English this morning and that's it. Not enough to really get anywhere. I wouldn't even say I studied, I just made a couple flashcards. None of which I know the answer to.

I'm gonna go. I can't really think of anything else to type except that I regret not finishing my reveiw packets for school erlier this week. Ah well. I knew once I signed on the internet the first time I wouldn't study. I'm not a study type person. Well, all I need to know right now is English anyway...

See you later blog!

Ah Well...

I actually came on the computer to study for my ever impending finals next week, but I got distracted as usual. I checked my email for the crochet tips that Mrs.K (the tenth grade theology teach sent me) and was reading around on the site.

I have the urge to crochet again. After that three day marathon of me crocheting like a crack addict on crack, you would think I would give up the art forever (that is my lazy style), but I'm in love with it. Also, I'm determined to make a hat. That's my main crochet goal, make a hat with kitty ears on it. Completely cheesy, I know, and I also know I'll probably never wear the hat in public (it's too attention getting) but I still want to do it. That hat is probably the only thing that's keeping "crochet" in my vocabulary.

UGH! Finals are next week. I need to study, but I couldn't forget you blog. You're another little mini-addiction I have. Along with a myriad with other things.

Hey blog, have you noticed my upgraded vocabulary? I hope so, cause I've been working on it. I dunno, I get so jealous of the teacher-popular people with big vocabularies that I wanted to work on mine. I mean, I know a lot of words, but I'm so used to making it simple for people who had no idea what I was talking about that I just gave up my big vocabulary. I need to get out of that habit (of making things simple). Especially at work, just cause I need to make a good impression on them. They pay my tuition after all.
And I want to be a student worker of the month.

I'm gonna give role playing a try. I made one character (Lyle) and I haven't tested him out yet. I mean, I don't understand what you do after you make the character. Do you just pop up in and around the forum posting in other people's role playing scenario? (go vocab!) I don't wanna be a dummy and ask, but, I dunno.

Dunno is a fun word. I've been saying it alot. Along with wanna. But wanna isn't as fun as dunno. I dunno. (GOD I'M SUCH A DORK!! he he)

I give up on studying. I really do.

Now, here's some drama. This guy Allen who's in all my classes (we move as a group in school blog, same people all day) is weird. I know I shouldn't be talking (see above) but he is.

Yesterday he whispered something to this other boy in my class (during math) and I just knew it was about me. I had that little sense you know? It's like, you feel this little tingle in your back and it makes you turn and look. Plus, the boys were looking dead at me and the other boy whispered my name.

As soon as that happened, I became curious. What could they be talking about? Allen was a friend to me (I thought of him as a friend) and the other boy was a friend too. I just didn't know what they could be talking about.

When I asked what they were saying they both just laughed and Allen (whose a big guy by the way) just looked at Marque (the other boy) and like threatened him. I was nervous. As soon as the glances were exchanged between them I knew they were being mean. I knew they had to be saying something bad about me.

I bugged Allen and Marque about it and he (Allen) said he'd tell me in Theology (last class of the day). So I waited, and during the period in between math and theology I forgot about it. But then in the middle of Theology I had to ask (just to get the heartbreak/tears over with).

You know what Allen had to nerve to say? He said that he wouldn't ever date me because we were friends. It seems much tamer in print, but the way he said it initially burned. He said he didn't want to ruin our friendship by dating.

At first I was pissed. It was like a joke. Not that I like Allen or anything, but to have a member of the opposite sex say that to me (a boyfriend-desperate female), that he wouldn't date me, was crushing. Yeah yeah, friendship friendship, but doesn't every female want to be desired by every male? Well, not desired, but at least thought of as datable. I just can't explain it.

It hurt. Ouch. In retrospect (as much as a person can have in one day) it was dumb of me to get mad. All he said is that he didn't want me, ho hum. Who cares. But then, why were they talking about me anyway? I dunno.

But, on a good note, I think Allen likes me. Even though I don't like him in that way (he's a pervert/he tries waaay to hard to fit into the goth stereotype/he's asked every female at school to date him), it's nice to have somebody like me. It gives me a mini boost of confidence. A boy, the elusive, exclusive, boy, likes me. Just get rid of Allen and get to the core of the situation. A boy, a male, the opposite sex, a human being, enjoys and likes (like-likes) Ariel. Me. It's so odd! It gives me a stomach ache. I'm not used to people liking me. Especially boys. Wow.

'Shroom-trip over. Reality sets in. Allen is crazy. I saw in his notebook "Ariel and I will go to the prom together someday." That's exactly what it said. No lie. I remember cause I almost ran out the room. Lol, it was weird. But, he likes me! Wow.

The meaning of sluts have been found! The hormone rush (I can't spell the brain chemicals I'm trying to describe) that a boy's attention gives is addicting! Not so addicting that I'll give away my body to him for it, but this small dose is nice.

I'm still stuck on how Allen actually wants to date me (after lots of angry thinking I came to that conclusion). He said he did (today) but he didn't want to ruin our friendship. Yeah yeah. Too bad, I would of said no anyway. I'm not socially ready for a relationship. I'd weird the boy out.

Well, I should get off....I don't want to blog. It's so nice to just release my problems...

OH NO!!! I'm moving tomorrow and Saturday! NOOOO! When will I see you again blog? (Hey, I should name you.) When will I release my teenage angst? Ah, the way my mom puts it, we will have the net as soon as we move into the house. Only problem is, who will put the computer back together?

Well, without the Internet as a distraction I won't have to worry about completely blowing off studying for finals.

Well, blog, I'll leave you now. It's really odd how I personify you (I'm working on vocab for finals too by the way). It's like you're a person. A person who'll never hate me, or tell me to shut the hell up, or tell me I write to much.

Or tell me you like me.

Bored

I'm bored outta my mind, and studying Social Studies is not possible at the moment (NOOOOOO!! I'll fail that test before I study).

Cheyenne (a girl/friend from school; It seems that we're only friends on Fridays, the day we work in the same building) got fired today. I need to find out more info tomorrow. It seems that she got fired though.

See, Cheyenne never liked her job, which was scanning all day. All she did was sit there and scan and scan and scan. My lazy behind wouldn't mind that hard, intensive work, but she hates it. So, she spends all the time she can up in my department, where I move around and copy (I work in the legal department...Lotsa copying). We talk, chat, I get jealous, just normal everyday type stuff. Today she spent an hour an a half of there, then all of lunch, then an hour after lunch, just cause she couldn't go back to work (that's what she said). She called her supervisor (Ms. Pennigton) but Ms.P was being a bitch so that didn't help. So, after convincing my boss to ask her boss if she could work upstairs with me (and having that plan fall through at around 2 pm) she went back to work. At around 3:30 she shows up upstairs and says her boss wants to see her down in the lobby. I soon come to find out (on the van ride home) that her boss gave her the boot. I think so. Cheyenne completely forgot everything her boss said to her, she wasn't paying attention to a word her boss said.

Eh. That sucks. I'll be all alone at work then. Which would be a bummer I guess. I really liked talking to her. But this could of been avoided if she just talked to her boss like I suggested. She hated her job for a while, so it's not like this popped (sp?) outta nowhere. She should of talked to her boss. Plain and simple. Ah well, not my problem.

The cramps are getting me I gotta go.
Bye!

Worried

Those finals worry me! I don't know if I'm gonna make it through or not. Physically I will, but what about mentally? And I say mentally, I mean grade wise. It's all the report cards baby ("All about the benjamins baby!" I know, horrible horrible rip-off).

It bothers me, these tests. I don't know how many times I have to say it before it sinks in..God, I think it's stupid! I know afterward I'll feel different, but as of now. I'm pissy.

GOD! This period is killing me. I barely survived day one. Barely. Half the day I was nearly crying and puking...Whenever I get my period it's always bad on day one. Then it gets better.

I'm hurting...I'll write more tomorrow...After I probably fail a Social Studies test I didn't study for...Ah well.

Well, Myspace is gone. I deleted it. I felt kinda bad about it, which was odd. But, hey, I can make another one. The thing that bothers me the most is the fact that I had to delete it because my mom. I mean, I can sorta understand her fear of the whole thing, but it bothers me that she really doesn't trust me much at all when it comes to internet matters. Of course, through my years of internet abuse, I don't blame her all that much for not trusting me. But the teenage side of me is pissed.

My sister is worrying me, just cause she seems all depressed to me. Usually she's loud and running around, dancing to Hip Hop Harry, laughing, and bugging the hell out of me. Now, all she wants to do is sleep. And lay around. I know that's all I want to do, but it just seems odd to me. I have a constant fear that she's been molested or something, and I just hope that that's not the case. I mean, it probably isn't anywhere near the case, but I still get nervous. I can chit-chat with the pedophiles on the net, no bother, they're half way around the world, but if my sister is getting hurt by one...I might as well receive my life sentence now.

I don't know why I always think my sister is getting physically hurt. I just get worried. There's so much going on in the world these days, I just worry about her. I worry about everybody. I am positive I have a mild form of paranoia. Positive.

I'm gonna give a try at role-playing. I've wanted to role play for a while, just never knew where to start. I joined this site and I'm gonna work on it there. Well, not work *it*, but try my hand at roleplaying...

GOD!! My mom just called and told me to get dressed so we can move some crap. UGH! I really do not feel like moving. She always wants to do it on a good day, a day when I'm doing NOTHING. Man, this sucks. I know it's gonna save time later on, but for the moment, I REALLY don't wanna move anything...This point of view will probably change once I eat something.

Let's hope so.

URH

I'm at a lost for words. I've already tried a few opening comments for today's entry, but I guess I have to get to the meat of the matter.

My mom is suspicious. She thinks I have a Myspace page. So does my dad. She d0oesn't know I have one. She questioned me before I got on here, and I kinda told her I had one (but quickly after I dropped some names of other folks and that got her mind off me). She didn't get the message.

This bothers me. Why don't they trust me more? My parents, I mean. Have I chatted with pedophiles in the past? Yes, but that was then and this is now! Hehe, seriously though. It's not as deep as they make is out to be. I know a coupls of people have gotten kidnapped and so forth, but I haven't. And I won't. Only people I know in reqal life look at my page. I know though I'm gonna have to do some detective work to get my page...off. Get my page Undetectable.

I guess I'll be back. Let me cover my ass first.

Reflection

Hehe, yesterday after I posted on this blog I read some of my VERY early posts. It was so funny! I was such a dork. And I say that in a good way. Man, I never knew I was really that interesting! I mean, I used to complain back then about my life sucking, but I was really funny too. I was crackin up. I also got to see stuff that I didn't remember happening. It was a fun little trip in time. I didn't read all the posts, but the ones I read were funny.

Today is my last day of freedom. Tomorrow I have to go to school. I still haven't done my homework; I hope all I have is just that reading take-home quiz. I meant to study for my finals over break, but that never happened. Yeah right! I barely touched my bookbag, let alone pull ANYTHING out of it. Those teachers should be ashamed. Why the hell couldn't they give us our finals the three days before break? The week before that we didn't have homework, and those three days nothing happened! It bothers me, these finals. I think they're dumb. I think the time they give them to us is dumb. They make us worry all through break (well make me worry) and then we have basically a week to get ready for them. Wow, how mean. I hate studying, I wish I could of just gotten them over with!

Man, I really don't want to go back to school. I'll have drama to deal with and the damn finals. I know I'm gonna be a pissy bitch when I go tomorrow. I won't get enough sleep (my average bedtime for the past week was 2:00-2:30 AM). And when I don't get sleep...The coming of Satan has arrived. I love sleep! Taking it away from me (or causing me to lose it *coughcough* school *coughcough*) is like causing a volcano to erupt. Death will surely ensue.

I don't really see the big deal of this new blogger. I mean, I would of liked to creat my OWN blog, you know, with original designs. But I'd have to pay. Which is dumb. People will do anything for money (myself included). I'm not broke now, so I won't have to sell my soul for money. Yet.
EDIT: I just changed the colors! They ok for now. I don't know how easy they are on the eyes though...

I can't wait till I get my hands on Loveless vol. 3. I CAN"T WAIT. I love pissy pissy Ritsuka, amazingly fione Soubi, and the mysterious Seimei (who I think is alive and kicking). I like Yayoi too. I like him more than Yuiko. I don't know, I just don't like her like I like everyone else. She's cute and can be funny, but the sexual tension between Soubi and Ristuka is the main focus, leaving NONE of my attention span for her. She's just hindering the barely legal action. Hehe. All I think about now is sex. It's a little bothersome...All hell, not really. I'd rather think about sex then do it....Well, I'd do it, but not now. NO. I'd be lynched by my mom or something. I'll wait.

I would really wait for my soulmate. If I could get married before, or be in a life-long committment before the act of sex (lovemaking!) then I'd be set. Nowadays, that's rare, and it's only gonna get worse by the time I start dating. I might not even date, it's not rare not to. But I do wish (My only life wish) is to fall in love with someone who loves me and yadda yadda yadda. Basically the fairytale ending. Basically, mission impossible. Mission unaccomplishable (hehe, good title!). I want it to happen though. I will not settle! (I might have to though...)

New Years

I was gonna post this yesterday, but then I started to chat with Roberta and...well, just never got around to it.

New Years Eve was amazing! It was the best New Years Eve I've ever had. I spent it with Nick, his mom, Jordan, Nick's cousin Alex, and of course Nick. We went bowling, which I suck at. It was still fun though.

First, when we got there, we had to wait in this line that was going out the door. It wasn't that cold so it didn't matter, but Nick's Mom (especially Nick's mom) got worried that we wouldn't be able to bowl, even though she made reservations. But eventually we got to bowl though.

Like I said before, I suck at bowling. SUCK. The first three games I didn't even make it out of the teens while everyone (except Alex who sucks too) was in the near hundreds. Nick and his mom..Hell, Jordan too, were serious bowlers. Nick and his mom had balls and everything. It was crazy. Once, haha, I even dropped the ball and everyone hid under the table. That was funny as what! I was crackin up! Lol, Nick did tell me a few things that made me get better by our last game. I ended up in fourth place the last game.

After three games it was time to coutdown. That itself was fun cause the bowling place was packed with loads of different drunk people. Also, I got a little shot of the bubbly! Lol, it was funny. Nick's mom got two glasses of champagne and slipped each of us a little. I seriously think that bubbly affected me, cause after that I was really warm and really outgoing. When we were posing for pics after the coutdown I got on the floor and laughed and everything. I also covered myself in string, hehe.

The DJ at the bowling place was amazing. Seriously, she was. She kept everyone pumped, and she even had dance contests. Both of which I entered! Hehe, it was line dancing, and it was like the group closest to her (us) against the pool table people. The first line dance (well, the second of the entire night, but the first one of the contest) was the Casper Slide (I had asked for that the whole night). It was funny cause the lady would change the tempo to really fast and to really slow and see who could still keep up. We won. God, it was fun! The second one was the booty bounce or something and by then everyone on our side was dead tired. We still did the dance though, but we lost. I fell out a couple of times from exhaustion, but it was good. My tummy hurt after word. I never knew how much I like to dance! I'm not good at it, you won't go blind looking at me but I'm not JLo (or some other good superstar dancer).

Speaking of dancing, I completely ROCK at Dance Dance Revolution. I beat everyone I played at that game. I mean, I only played Nick (twice) but he is a great dancer. I even got an A once, landing every move a "perfect" or "great". It was amazing. That game is sooo fun! I should buy it or something. Or, I should just play the Mario version I have. I'll play the Mario version. But anyway, it was fun. I really like that game. We played Beginner both times, but even with that some of the songs were really hard. But it was fun. I can't describe it. Now, everytime I see a DDR thingy in the movie theater or mall or ANYWHERE I HAVE to play it! Wow, it was fun.

After that we left, me covered in string and completely happy, and everyone else tired. I felt pumped up after that night. When I got home I just went to sleep. It was kinda hard though...

I feel so teenage! That's what teenagers do right? They go out and have fun, act goofy, and dance. Man, what am I missing out on?! Lol, don't worry blog, I'm not gonna leave my hermit roots that quickly. I still like my house a lot.

My Resolutions for 2007:

1.TO do something (ex. draw, crochet) and stick to it. Meaning, not starting something new and dumping it in a few weeks. I am famous for doing this, quiting stuff, but I need to stop it. Now.

2. Read more. I already read a lot, but I'm slacking off. I don't know if it's school, or the fact that the majority of the time I'm surrounded by people who loathe reading. I say it's the former, but I need to read more. I wanna stay smart; live up to my name.

3.Draw more. You could say this goes in the first resolution, but I'm gonna make this one stand out. I just wanna get better at drawing. I mean, I know I have talent, but until it gets on that paper (or, exists) it's no good.

4. GO out more. Now, leave my house once a week? No, but maybe once a month, or every six weeks. My pale skin misses the sun (not really, but I need some motivation to leave the house. Lack of a social life ain't doin it).

5.Calm down. These hormones make me a ticking time bomb; I'm almost always angry or yelling at people. So, I need to channel that anger ito something useful. I know it's natural for me to be angry (puberty anyone?) but I get tired of being that way all the time. I know if I keep it up my kids will hate me (lol, prematurely at least).

6.Stop being so lazy. This will never change, but it never hurts for a girl to dream.

Well, that's about it. This is basically the resolutions from last year. For some reason they're always the same.

Once, like two summers ago, I wrote down all the goals I wanted to accomplish in my 8th grade year. I totally forgot about the notebook with the goals until I was poking around last summer and found it. Out of the 15 goals, I had accomplished ten. I found that amazing. Even though I had completely forgotten about writing the goals, I still accomplished most of them. It was crazy. Some were like, lose weight, get an A+ in math, just trivial stuff, but I still did them. I don't know why I put this story, I just think it's funny. My subconscious mind is ALWAYS working, so hopefully it'll remember these goals throughout the year. Then, in 2008, I can say "Man, I accomplished mot of my resolutions!" I won't say that (I'm not THAT lame), but I'll be thinking along those lines.