So
I know I haven't posted in a long time, but in my defense, I have had a crazy couple of weekends. SB totally saps my energy; this is the first time in two weeks I have slept later than 6. :(
Sooo....I have nothing to say, except that I am waiting for my stupid (i love you...:P) brother to get out of the shower so I can watch make-up tutorials in the bathroom. I have my own bathroom, and I actually have a vanity where I do all my make-up, but I'm not aloud to use the internet down stairs, which means no youtube....:(
yeah. thats it.
more later
J
3/28/10
3/24/10
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I don't feel any older. I feel...the same, and slightly more depressed. Actually, my birthday is always depressing for me because I hate change, and getting older is a big change. I guess it's that I'm scared of change. Everything is, if not good, at least bareble. If things change then there is a chance that it can get betterm but also a chance that it could get worse. I am a coward and not particularly willing to take that chance.
I am watching friends right now anc can't keep my mind on this. I'll post *later*.
J
so
so
I don't feel any older. I feel...the same, and slightly more depressed. Actually, my birthday is always depressing for me because I hate change, and getting older is a big change. I guess it's that I'm scared of change. Everything is, if not good, at least bareble. If things change then there is a chance that it can get betterm but also a chance that it could get worse. I am a coward and not particularly willing to take that chance.
I am watching friends right now anc can't keep my mind on this. I'll post *later*.
J
3/23/10
Grahhhh!!!
It is part of our culture, part of our daily life. It has been there through break-ups, marriages, even deaths. It reaches farther then any other form of communication, across the oceans and into the skyline. It draws people together and pulls them apart. It can be a blessing, or a curse. It impacts you more than you ever thought it could. It is Facebook.
It was created by a guy named Mark Zuckerberg and his buddies while they were in Harvard. But really, I’m not going to talk about the invention of Facebook, or the way it affects our lives, or even about how many people are on it. No, I’m going to tell you some things about Facebook that annoy me. Now that you know what I’m talking about the introduction makes more sense, right? I have Facebook, and am on it everyday. I enjoy Face book, but some things just get on my nerves.
One of the most annoying things you can do on Facebook is poking. There is a little box in your sidebar that will say “this person has poked you; poke them back!” That is all it is. Basically, it tells you that someone has poked you, and then you can poke them back. The same little box will pop up in their sidebar. There is absolutely no point. I actually think that it was created to be pointless and annoying.
Another thing is groups that you can join on Facebook that are called ‘everyone love so-and-so’ or ‘everyone hates so-and-so’, or similarly named. The hate groups are not so much annoying as hurtful. This is called cyber bullying and if you join these groups you could really be hurting someone. The love groups are, in simple terms, a popularity contest and usually created and run by the same person whose name is in the title.
Thirdly is when people send you hundreds of apps. App is short for applications, which are things like games and other accessories that you can add and use. Usually when you go to add them it will say “select 15 (or another number) people to send this app to!” When you go into your notifications box, which is where you get messages telling you what is new, what emails you have, etc., there is always tons of notifications for things you don’t want or even care about. It clutters up your box and takes a long time to delete.
The final, singular most annoying thing on Facebook is over-posting. When people update their statuses so often it is like reverse stalking. For example “going o the grocery store.” “Getting in the car.” “Driving.” You may think I am exaggerating. I’m not. There are actually people who do this. Or post depressing song lyrics that just ruin you day when you read them. So what if you “just got out of the shower; going to a piece of toast before heading to work”? No one cares. That is why its annoying; because no one wants to know every little detail of your life. They have their own lives to deal with.
It was created by a guy named Mark Zuckerberg and his buddies while they were in Harvard. But really, I’m not going to talk about the invention of Facebook, or the way it affects our lives, or even about how many people are on it. No, I’m going to tell you some things about Facebook that annoy me. Now that you know what I’m talking about the introduction makes more sense, right? I have Facebook, and am on it everyday. I enjoy Face book, but some things just get on my nerves.
One of the most annoying things you can do on Facebook is poking. There is a little box in your sidebar that will say “this person has poked you; poke them back!” That is all it is. Basically, it tells you that someone has poked you, and then you can poke them back. The same little box will pop up in their sidebar. There is absolutely no point. I actually think that it was created to be pointless and annoying.
Another thing is groups that you can join on Facebook that are called ‘everyone love so-and-so’ or ‘everyone hates so-and-so’, or similarly named. The hate groups are not so much annoying as hurtful. This is called cyber bullying and if you join these groups you could really be hurting someone. The love groups are, in simple terms, a popularity contest and usually created and run by the same person whose name is in the title.
Thirdly is when people send you hundreds of apps. App is short for applications, which are things like games and other accessories that you can add and use. Usually when you go to add them it will say “select 15 (or another number) people to send this app to!” When you go into your notifications box, which is where you get messages telling you what is new, what emails you have, etc., there is always tons of notifications for things you don’t want or even care about. It clutters up your box and takes a long time to delete.
The final, singular most annoying thing on Facebook is over-posting. When people update their statuses so often it is like reverse stalking. For example “going o the grocery store.” “Getting in the car.” “Driving.” You may think I am exaggerating. I’m not. There are actually people who do this. Or post depressing song lyrics that just ruin you day when you read them. So what if you “just got out of the shower; going to a piece of toast before heading to work”? No one cares. That is why its annoying; because no one wants to know every little detail of your life. They have their own lives to deal with.
3/22/10
Hello!! (Loh...oh...oh...)
Nothing particularly exciting has happened since we last spoke. Funny, I put talked, then erased it. Is that good grammer, I ask you? Maybe it's just something we say. I don't know where you live, but something I've recently noticed that people around here say is "I seen". I mean, I knew that they said that before now, but I really just noticed now. Something else I've recently noticed that even I say is "whereabouts?". Not as is someones whereabouts, but as in "whereabouts did you leave it?" Now, I don't know if that is proper grammer anywhere, but I honestly can't think of another word to replace it. In some instances 'where' could be substituted, but in others, the only word to use is 'whereabouts'.
I'm not quite sure why I'm talking about this. It's not really something that takes up part of my life, although maybe I do think about grammer more often then others. I make a specific point (or try to) to speak properly. It's not because I don't want people to think I'm a 'hick' or anything, really, what people think about me, I try not to let bother me. No, it's more of a personal choice. I want to speak properly because I want to be...successful. I don't want to speak like I don't know how to, because in job interviews I don't want to screw up and sound naive or unprofessional. I don't know. That's how I feel.
Really, that's not what I wanted to talk about today, but I've forgotten what the origional idea was, so I'll just go on with this.
One more thing. You may have notice that I speak kind of oddly. For example, using the word 'oddly' rather than 'weird', or using the word rather. I really do speak like this in life; most people who know me don't even notice it anymore. I don't speak like this all the time though. Just often.
Thats about it.
So....
WAIT!!
I've decided that my favorite closing is this:
Smiles!
J
P.S....isn't it great?
Nothing particularly exciting has happened since we last spoke. Funny, I put talked, then erased it. Is that good grammer, I ask you? Maybe it's just something we say. I don't know where you live, but something I've recently noticed that people around here say is "I seen". I mean, I knew that they said that before now, but I really just noticed now. Something else I've recently noticed that even I say is "whereabouts?". Not as is someones whereabouts, but as in "whereabouts did you leave it?" Now, I don't know if that is proper grammer anywhere, but I honestly can't think of another word to replace it. In some instances 'where' could be substituted, but in others, the only word to use is 'whereabouts'.
I'm not quite sure why I'm talking about this. It's not really something that takes up part of my life, although maybe I do think about grammer more often then others. I make a specific point (or try to) to speak properly. It's not because I don't want people to think I'm a 'hick' or anything, really, what people think about me, I try not to let bother me. No, it's more of a personal choice. I want to speak properly because I want to be...successful. I don't want to speak like I don't know how to, because in job interviews I don't want to screw up and sound naive or unprofessional. I don't know. That's how I feel.
Really, that's not what I wanted to talk about today, but I've forgotten what the origional idea was, so I'll just go on with this.
One more thing. You may have notice that I speak kind of oddly. For example, using the word 'oddly' rather than 'weird', or using the word rather. I really do speak like this in life; most people who know me don't even notice it anymore. I don't speak like this all the time though. Just often.
Thats about it.
So....
WAIT!!
I've decided that my favorite closing is this:
Smiles!
J
P.S....isn't it great?
3/21/10
So to continue...
Now where did I leave off...? Oh, right, just before we left for rehersal.
At about 1 LG said that we would be leaving soon; LG and CG (not related) both are in the same show I'm in and as they're older, LG always drives. When we left KL I didn't talk very much. I wasn't very comfortable with the older youth group people until very recently and sometimes I prefer to just listen to them talk. I joined in soon though, and we had a rather enlightening debate about Christians drinking and Christians swearing or fake Christains.
Nothing particularly special happened at rehersal, except that I developed a liking for the word "spectacular". As that is true I suppose that I will take a moment to explain what I have privatly dubbed "The Group".
The Group consists of AR, LG, CG, LM, BJ, DF and JF. They all grew up together (except JF, but she married in) and are all ranging from the ages of about 25 to 17. Like I said, they've known each other since childhood. I had never really hung out with anyone at church before, and especially not them. Well, that's not quite true. I hung out with CC, but that is a whole other story. Anyhow, AR always treated me the same way he treats everyone else, and not like a little kid. And since I'm being completely honest I guess I have to put in that yes, I did have a crush on him at one point. I think it's because he has a little sister (she's younger than me). But I really never knew them, all of them, before this year.
I must go; more later.
Now where did I leave off...? Oh, right, just before we left for rehersal.
At about 1 LG said that we would be leaving soon; LG and CG (not related) both are in the same show I'm in and as they're older, LG always drives. When we left KL I didn't talk very much. I wasn't very comfortable with the older youth group people until very recently and sometimes I prefer to just listen to them talk. I joined in soon though, and we had a rather enlightening debate about Christians drinking and Christians swearing or fake Christains.
Nothing particularly special happened at rehersal, except that I developed a liking for the word "spectacular". As that is true I suppose that I will take a moment to explain what I have privatly dubbed "The Group".
The Group consists of AR, LG, CG, LM, BJ, DF and JF. They all grew up together (except JF, but she married in) and are all ranging from the ages of about 25 to 17. Like I said, they've known each other since childhood. I had never really hung out with anyone at church before, and especially not them. Well, that's not quite true. I hung out with CC, but that is a whole other story. Anyhow, AR always treated me the same way he treats everyone else, and not like a little kid. And since I'm being completely honest I guess I have to put in that yes, I did have a crush on him at one point. I think it's because he has a little sister (she's younger than me). But I really never knew them, all of them, before this year.
I must go; more later.
I Think He Is Daft Also, But We Already Knew That.
Hey
I looked at the clock to tell you what time it is and it says 5:23 again. It is now Sunday; it has been a full day since I last spoke to you. Let me tell you what transpire in that day.
When we arrived at KL it was still dark and there were only two other people there. We set up, did the normal thing; I went around and put creamers on the table but one had leaked into the bag and my hand was very wet, cold and white. It wasn't until 8 the youth group showed up; right on time but far too late for me. I had been there two hours and the only thing anyone had said to me was "Will you put out the salt and pepper?" Borad (?) out of my mind.
When they finally arrived I nearly hugged them, and I told them the bit about no one talking to me. We all ate breakfast and AR and DF (I've decided to use both initials to lessen the confusion. All you need to know is that T, Q, B, and K is my bro, sis, mom, and dad, though for mom and dad I will probably say it is so. They will remain last-name-less) went and ran the dishwasher and everybody else set tables. There was another youth group there also, though I wouldn't call them a youth group exactly. They looked like they were in uni, though I always was bad at guessing ages. Anyway, the other youth group was busing tables while ours was setting them. Needless to say, setting is the best job, but, for some reason, the other group got first dibs and chose busing. I am wondering if they are daft.
I went to work at the desk where we sell raffle tickets. There are two desks; the front desk, which the KL staff run, selling tickets to the breakfast and also to the other activites, and then the desk, with the raffle tickets. Basically all you have to do is sit there and offer 50/50 tickets to people who walk by. Easy-smeeshy. I offered it first (there are always two at the table, whether for companies sake or to make sure one doesn't nick the goods, I'm not sure) to anyone who was good with math; I am in the advanced class and I can to algebra, but I cannot do simple addition or subtraction. AR said that he was terrible at it, but I think he just didn't want to spend the day listening to some incesint chatterbox, and also, he is a boy, and boys have this urge to actually do work. I mean, the good ones do. They don't feel as though they are working unless something aches by the end of the day. I am that way to, but not so much as I would pass up an awesome job. I think he may be daft also, but we already knew that. He offered it to AA and she said she hated math, but then I explained what she was denying and she nearly fought off anyone who said they wanted the job. I love AA.
After we finished eating we went and sat at the table. For 4 and 1/2 hours. Well, AA sat there longer, but I had to leave. I think that, all in all, we consumed, between us: 2 water bottles, 2 cans of Pepsi, 2 peices of pie (Except CG ate half of mine) and 3 peices of toast. Not too bad.
So we spent those 4 and 1/2 hours talking, treasing CG, being silly, singing along with the live, historic music, and selling the occaisonal ticket.
I must go and do it all over again, though I had really hoped to get my entire day in. I guess I'll just write when I get home tonight, as I won't be as late.
Smiles.
J
I looked at the clock to tell you what time it is and it says 5:23 again. It is now Sunday; it has been a full day since I last spoke to you. Let me tell you what transpire in that day.
When we arrived at KL it was still dark and there were only two other people there. We set up, did the normal thing; I went around and put creamers on the table but one had leaked into the bag and my hand was very wet, cold and white. It wasn't until 8 the youth group showed up; right on time but far too late for me. I had been there two hours and the only thing anyone had said to me was "Will you put out the salt and pepper?" Borad (?) out of my mind.
When they finally arrived I nearly hugged them, and I told them the bit about no one talking to me. We all ate breakfast and AR and DF (I've decided to use both initials to lessen the confusion. All you need to know is that T, Q, B, and K is my bro, sis, mom, and dad, though for mom and dad I will probably say it is so. They will remain last-name-less) went and ran the dishwasher and everybody else set tables. There was another youth group there also, though I wouldn't call them a youth group exactly. They looked like they were in uni, though I always was bad at guessing ages. Anyway, the other youth group was busing tables while ours was setting them. Needless to say, setting is the best job, but, for some reason, the other group got first dibs and chose busing. I am wondering if they are daft.
I went to work at the desk where we sell raffle tickets. There are two desks; the front desk, which the KL staff run, selling tickets to the breakfast and also to the other activites, and then the desk, with the raffle tickets. Basically all you have to do is sit there and offer 50/50 tickets to people who walk by. Easy-smeeshy. I offered it first (there are always two at the table, whether for companies sake or to make sure one doesn't nick the goods, I'm not sure) to anyone who was good with math; I am in the advanced class and I can to algebra, but I cannot do simple addition or subtraction. AR said that he was terrible at it, but I think he just didn't want to spend the day listening to some incesint chatterbox, and also, he is a boy, and boys have this urge to actually do work. I mean, the good ones do. They don't feel as though they are working unless something aches by the end of the day. I am that way to, but not so much as I would pass up an awesome job. I think he may be daft also, but we already knew that. He offered it to AA and she said she hated math, but then I explained what she was denying and she nearly fought off anyone who said they wanted the job. I love AA.
After we finished eating we went and sat at the table. For 4 and 1/2 hours. Well, AA sat there longer, but I had to leave. I think that, all in all, we consumed, between us: 2 water bottles, 2 cans of Pepsi, 2 peices of pie (Except CG ate half of mine) and 3 peices of toast. Not too bad.
So we spent those 4 and 1/2 hours talking, treasing CG, being silly, singing along with the live, historic music, and selling the occaisonal ticket.
I must go and do it all over again, though I had really hoped to get my entire day in. I guess I'll just write when I get home tonight, as I won't be as late.
Smiles.
J
3/20/10
Hey babezes! (Bay-b-ces)
It is 5:23am and I am just being bored. Here is my day so far:
Woke up at 4:30. I was having a dream about something (I honestly don't remember) about maybe airplanes or taxis maybe when it when off, so I think it turned into an alarm in my dream. Anyhow, I woke up paniced, and when you wake up paniced, it is easy to get up. So I got up and stumbled over, turning off my alarm, gathered my clothes, and headed to shower (4:35).
Actually, I am suprisingly awake, considering what time it is and what time I went to sleep last night (sometime after 10:33...I just couldn't fall asleep so I turned the light back on and read until my eyes drooped. Shhh. Don't tell mom.). After I showered, praying that the dog (I have two dogs, Monty and Teddy. I don't see any harm putting their names on here; Monty sleeps with me and Teddy sleeps unstairs. They are both under 20 pounds and hypoallergenic [?]. We call Monty "Meathead") wouldn't bark, as I had locked him in my room, I dressed and stuff, and managed to get Monty upstairs quietly.
I tried to eat something, but I couldn't. There is a deep ache in my stomach, (you know the one when you wake up in the middle of the night? The one that won't let you go back to sleep? Yeah. That one.) which means that I am hungry, but eating just seems so disgusting right now. I now understand people who say that they can't eat in the morning. But I am taking the last muffin and I have other snacks, and besides, we're serving all day breakfast!
I pity the man (usually its a man) who comes, expecting to eat there, and doesn't realize that we don't get the food going for quite awhile. It makes me proud to know that I've been going to SB for longer than many of the members. I'll continue about my pride in a moment; I ought to describe what SB is.
SB is at KL every year (KL is a historical site; kind of like a walk-in museum that does camps in the summer and things. It's time period is about the 1800s, I think) KL gets out all of the horses and does sleigh rides, maple syrup on snow (though there isn't much of either this year), and other things. YSSR (Search and Rescue) always host an all-day breakfast as a fund raiser, and youth groups always help, along with other volunteers. My dad is (was?) the head manager of YSSR and I was born into it. Almost literally. I was born on a Friday night, 15 seconds before midnight, and my dad had to go to SB 4 hours later. I bet he got alot of sleep THAT night.
So to continue the other thought, I've been going since I was 7 or 8. T (my little brother, not to be confused with my friend T) okay, Tom. Tom has only begun coming this year. In fact, he, having no chores to do, is downstairs playing "Call of Duty" or something equally dumb. He is 11.
Well, it is 5:43 and I really must run, so I will try to post later, though it is unlikely. I'll show you my day:
4:30-wake up.
6:00-leave for SB
6:30-arrive at KL (where SB is held)
8:00-my youth group shows up (I have 2 youth groups; the other one with T and S and K is coming next week; this is the one with A and L)
8:30-we begin serving
1:00-L and I leave to go to reheasal (more about that in a later post)
2:30-we stop serving breakfast (I use "we" loosly. I will have already left with L; I actually have enough of I life this year that I can't be there the whole time)
6:00-we (my play...people?) eat supper
8:30-rehersal (?) ends
9:00-I get home
So that is my day; the one tomorrow is almost the same, only I don't have rehersal (?) so its a little less busy. Oh, and my sister, Q is coming and I've decided to let her help me for a couple hours. I really must go! we leave in 11 minutes.
J
It is 5:23am and I am just being bored. Here is my day so far:
Woke up at 4:30. I was having a dream about something (I honestly don't remember) about maybe airplanes or taxis maybe when it when off, so I think it turned into an alarm in my dream. Anyhow, I woke up paniced, and when you wake up paniced, it is easy to get up. So I got up and stumbled over, turning off my alarm, gathered my clothes, and headed to shower (4:35).
Actually, I am suprisingly awake, considering what time it is and what time I went to sleep last night (sometime after 10:33...I just couldn't fall asleep so I turned the light back on and read until my eyes drooped. Shhh. Don't tell mom.). After I showered, praying that the dog (I have two dogs, Monty and Teddy. I don't see any harm putting their names on here; Monty sleeps with me and Teddy sleeps unstairs. They are both under 20 pounds and hypoallergenic [?]. We call Monty "Meathead") wouldn't bark, as I had locked him in my room, I dressed and stuff, and managed to get Monty upstairs quietly.
I tried to eat something, but I couldn't. There is a deep ache in my stomach, (you know the one when you wake up in the middle of the night? The one that won't let you go back to sleep? Yeah. That one.) which means that I am hungry, but eating just seems so disgusting right now. I now understand people who say that they can't eat in the morning. But I am taking the last muffin and I have other snacks, and besides, we're serving all day breakfast!
I pity the man (usually its a man) who comes, expecting to eat there, and doesn't realize that we don't get the food going for quite awhile. It makes me proud to know that I've been going to SB for longer than many of the members. I'll continue about my pride in a moment; I ought to describe what SB is.
SB is at KL every year (KL is a historical site; kind of like a walk-in museum that does camps in the summer and things. It's time period is about the 1800s, I think) KL gets out all of the horses and does sleigh rides, maple syrup on snow (though there isn't much of either this year), and other things. YSSR (Search and Rescue) always host an all-day breakfast as a fund raiser, and youth groups always help, along with other volunteers. My dad is (was?) the head manager of YSSR and I was born into it. Almost literally. I was born on a Friday night, 15 seconds before midnight, and my dad had to go to SB 4 hours later. I bet he got alot of sleep THAT night.
So to continue the other thought, I've been going since I was 7 or 8. T (my little brother, not to be confused with my friend T) okay, Tom. Tom has only begun coming this year. In fact, he, having no chores to do, is downstairs playing "Call of Duty" or something equally dumb. He is 11.
Well, it is 5:43 and I really must run, so I will try to post later, though it is unlikely. I'll show you my day:
4:30-wake up.
6:00-leave for SB
6:30-arrive at KL (where SB is held)
8:00-my youth group shows up (I have 2 youth groups; the other one with T and S and K is coming next week; this is the one with A and L)
8:30-we begin serving
1:00-L and I leave to go to reheasal (more about that in a later post)
2:30-we stop serving breakfast (I use "we" loosly. I will have already left with L; I actually have enough of I life this year that I can't be there the whole time)
6:00-we (my play...people?) eat supper
8:30-rehersal (?) ends
9:00-I get home
So that is my day; the one tomorrow is almost the same, only I don't have rehersal (?) so its a little less busy. Oh, and my sister, Q is coming and I've decided to let her help me for a couple hours. I really must go! we leave in 11 minutes.
J
3/18/10
My New Best Friend is a Sock Puppet
Hi Guys,
Sorry I didn't get a chance to update yesterday. Wednesday is always my busiest day of the week. I leave home a 7:00am and don't get home until 9:00pm. There were, however, somethings I wanted to talk about.
Beginning with the Sock Girl.
So I saw this girl yesterday who was, no joke, wearing a sock on her head. It was like, a hat or something, made to look like a sock. It was gray, and the hole where you slide your foot into was on her head like a touque (?) and the part where your toes to your heel goes was just kind of dangling. If you read this, Sock Girl, know that you are my hero. And email me. I want one of those hats.
So seeing Sock Girl got me thinking about other odd peices of winter clothing I have seen. S has mittens made to look like cats. I have a Slytherin scarf/mittens. Other than that, I don't really know of any other weird clothing objects. If you have one, again, email me, and send a picture. You will have your picture posted as picture of the week. :)
J
Sorry I didn't get a chance to update yesterday. Wednesday is always my busiest day of the week. I leave home a 7:00am and don't get home until 9:00pm. There were, however, somethings I wanted to talk about.
Beginning with the Sock Girl.
So I saw this girl yesterday who was, no joke, wearing a sock on her head. It was like, a hat or something, made to look like a sock. It was gray, and the hole where you slide your foot into was on her head like a touque (?) and the part where your toes to your heel goes was just kind of dangling. If you read this, Sock Girl, know that you are my hero. And email me. I want one of those hats.
So seeing Sock Girl got me thinking about other odd peices of winter clothing I have seen. S has mittens made to look like cats. I have a Slytherin scarf/mittens. Other than that, I don't really know of any other weird clothing objects. If you have one, again, email me, and send a picture. You will have your picture posted as picture of the week. :)
J
3/16/10
Hey
Do you ever get super restless, like you know you want to do something but you don't know what to do, or things don't satisfy your (for lack of a better word) hunger? That happens to me all the time. I will be like "I want to read something" but there is no story to suit my mood. Then I'll be like "Well then, I'll write the story I want to read" but that requires too much thinking.
Or, like now, its not late enough that I can go to bed unembaressed, or actually fall asleep, so I have nothing to do. I feel all jittery like there is something I ought to be doing but I can't figure it out. When I was younger and I felt like this my mom would make me run around our house until I was tired enough to go to bed. No joke. But as its winter I really don't feel like trying that now...
I should be tired. I got an hour and a 1/2 less sleep last night then I usually do (partly do to time change and partly to me being dumb and watching Heartland when I should have been turning out the light). I also got up early this morning, had school, walked to the office, came home, peeled potatos, ran on the elliptical machine for a half hour, helped the chillins with homework, washed Q's hair, took a shower and have been on here for about 1-2 hours.
Oh...now I have to go to bed. I'll just daydream (what? does that make sense?) until I fall asleep.
G'night
J
Do you ever get super restless, like you know you want to do something but you don't know what to do, or things don't satisfy your (for lack of a better word) hunger? That happens to me all the time. I will be like "I want to read something" but there is no story to suit my mood. Then I'll be like "Well then, I'll write the story I want to read" but that requires too much thinking.
Or, like now, its not late enough that I can go to bed unembaressed, or actually fall asleep, so I have nothing to do. I feel all jittery like there is something I ought to be doing but I can't figure it out. When I was younger and I felt like this my mom would make me run around our house until I was tired enough to go to bed. No joke. But as its winter I really don't feel like trying that now...
I should be tired. I got an hour and a 1/2 less sleep last night then I usually do (partly do to time change and partly to me being dumb and watching Heartland when I should have been turning out the light). I also got up early this morning, had school, walked to the office, came home, peeled potatos, ran on the elliptical machine for a half hour, helped the chillins with homework, washed Q's hair, took a shower and have been on here for about 1-2 hours.
Oh...now I have to go to bed. I'll just daydream (what? does that make sense?) until I fall asleep.
G'night
J
If You Can't Drive Get Off The Road
'ello luv,
So(<-- tee hee!), today when I was walking (I walk everyday, to dad's office from school) I was crossing a street. Well, kind of. There is this place where you turn in to the strip mall and I was crossing there. Now, the way the lights work is when the walk light goes, so does the light for people to turn in. So I was walking, just minding my own business, when this guy, who didn't have his turning signal on (driving offence #1) tried to turn into where I was walking (driving offence #2- the pedestrian ALWAYS has the right away). And then when he saw that I was there, he raised his arms in a "what the h are you doing?" kind of way, like it was my fault. Um, hello? It was MY cross light too! And the light was on.
I mean, come on. If you can't drive, stay off the road, and if you're a jerk, stay home!
Simple as that.
So I've been trying to love the guy, because that's what the bible says to do. "Turnth thy other cheek" and "Blesseth those who cutteth you off" you know, the whole shebang. So I prayed that he would have a good day, and that his wife wasn't leaving him or whatever.
Needless to say, I'm not very good at this, but I don't hold it against him. I didn't give him the finger, curse him, kick his bumper or even stick my tounge out at him (mostly because I was too zoned out to notice what was going on until 5 seconds after it happened). But still, I think I did responded in a Christianly manner by walking away, whatever the reason.
So there is my interesting thing of the day. Oh, and I saw this old(ish) lady driving without steering because her hands were behind her head. And no, she wasn't steering with her knees, she was literally JUST PRESSING THE GAS!!
okay, now thats it.
J
So(<-- tee hee!), today when I was walking (I walk everyday, to dad's office from school) I was crossing a street. Well, kind of. There is this place where you turn in to the strip mall and I was crossing there. Now, the way the lights work is when the walk light goes, so does the light for people to turn in. So I was walking, just minding my own business, when this guy, who didn't have his turning signal on (driving offence #1) tried to turn into where I was walking (driving offence #2- the pedestrian ALWAYS has the right away). And then when he saw that I was there, he raised his arms in a "what the h are you doing?" kind of way, like it was my fault. Um, hello? It was MY cross light too! And the light was on.
I mean, come on. If you can't drive, stay off the road, and if you're a jerk, stay home!
Simple as that.
So I've been trying to love the guy, because that's what the bible says to do. "Turnth thy other cheek" and "Blesseth those who cutteth you off" you know, the whole shebang. So I prayed that he would have a good day, and that his wife wasn't leaving him or whatever.
Needless to say, I'm not very good at this, but I don't hold it against him. I didn't give him the finger, curse him, kick his bumper or even stick my tounge out at him (mostly because I was too zoned out to notice what was going on until 5 seconds after it happened). But still, I think I did responded in a Christianly manner by walking away, whatever the reason.
So there is my interesting thing of the day. Oh, and I saw this old(ish) lady driving without steering because her hands were behind her head. And no, she wasn't steering with her knees, she was literally JUST PRESSING THE GAS!!
okay, now thats it.
J
3/15/10
Things That Bug Me (Pet Peeves, If You Will)
I have never been good at "Top 10" lists, but I just figured I'd tell you some things that get on my nerves.
1.whistling
2.cracking joints
3.people startling me-on purpose
4.when someone drinks all of the juice and puts the container back in the fridge
5.people waking me up early for no good reason
I had one more big one but I can't remember it now. I guess I'll go watch House M.D. :)
J
1.whistling
2.cracking joints
3.people startling me-on purpose
4.when someone drinks all of the juice and puts the container back in the fridge
5.people waking me up early for no good reason
I had one more big one but I can't remember it now. I guess I'll go watch House M.D. :)
J
Tonight is the Night
Hello my PRETTIES!!
My day was pretty good. Got up, forgot about the time change so was *almost* late. My home room teacher is completely insane. I mean, not a little bit, not half, but COMPLETELY insane. She doesn't even know what she's saying half the time. Last week I hurt my knee in gym class (long story which I don't feel like going into--maybe some other time) and was on crutches. After 2 days I decided that I felt well enough to go without them and, my parents, used to this, agreed, but insisted that I take my crutches with me incase by the end of the day I need them. So I did.
My father drives me to school everyday and he walked me in and carried my bag so I could manage the crutches, and once we discovered that they wouldn't fit in my locker, we decided to ask her (My homeroom teacher) if I could leave them in the classroom and get them if I needed them. She agreed and he left.
When the bell rang and I went to sit in my seat (by my best friend T) she (Mrs.M) says "Oh, no. You sit by the door. It'll be easier with the crutches."
I figured she had forgotten. "Oh, I'm not using them today." I told her. "I just brought them incase I needed them."
"No no no! I don't want your parents coming in here and saying that I was encouraging you not to use them."
"My mom said I didn't have to use them." I said, and we argued for about five minutes until I finally said "My parents said I don't have to use them!" Rather loudly.
"Fine." She said, like I was being the illogical one. "Sit by the door; you know you're not supposed to talk during the announcements.
My mom, upon hearing this, only agreed and replied with "I can't believe you have her for the next four years. At least you have T."
So that is the truth about my illogical, irksome, idiotic HR teacher.
Going to eat!
J
My day was pretty good. Got up, forgot about the time change so was *almost* late. My home room teacher is completely insane. I mean, not a little bit, not half, but COMPLETELY insane. She doesn't even know what she's saying half the time. Last week I hurt my knee in gym class (long story which I don't feel like going into--maybe some other time) and was on crutches. After 2 days I decided that I felt well enough to go without them and, my parents, used to this, agreed, but insisted that I take my crutches with me incase by the end of the day I need them. So I did.
My father drives me to school everyday and he walked me in and carried my bag so I could manage the crutches, and once we discovered that they wouldn't fit in my locker, we decided to ask her (My homeroom teacher) if I could leave them in the classroom and get them if I needed them. She agreed and he left.
When the bell rang and I went to sit in my seat (by my best friend T) she (Mrs.M) says "Oh, no. You sit by the door. It'll be easier with the crutches."
I figured she had forgotten. "Oh, I'm not using them today." I told her. "I just brought them incase I needed them."
"No no no! I don't want your parents coming in here and saying that I was encouraging you not to use them."
"My mom said I didn't have to use them." I said, and we argued for about five minutes until I finally said "My parents said I don't have to use them!" Rather loudly.
"Fine." She said, like I was being the illogical one. "Sit by the door; you know you're not supposed to talk during the announcements.
My mom, upon hearing this, only agreed and replied with "I can't believe you have her for the next four years. At least you have T."
So that is the truth about my illogical, irksome, idiotic HR teacher.
Going to eat!
J
3/14/10
Eat My Ducks!! Wait-- I Meant Dust.
Hello My Ducks
I have done so much stuff I have been wanting to do it is amazing. I finally created and posted a new video on you tube (I'll put the link here!), posted on here, wrote a new chapter of "Sometimes I Dream of You Too" (my Severus Snape story on FanFiction) and made some important emails.
That has been may day so far:
Got up at 7:52; showered, yadda yadda yadda. Went to church and teased A about how I was the worship team's fanclub of 1 (A drums for the worship team). Had church and stuff. Came home and wrote another chapter of my story, posted here, and then ate lunch. Practiced singing & piano, then started making this awesome, coolio Merlin video to the song "Crystal Ball" by Pink. Ate supper and decided, once and for all, to become a vegitarian. Finished said video. Read the cutest Rangers Apprentice FanFic ever. And now here I am.
I'm going to go practice guitar and then watch Heartland in bed, then go to bed. School tomorrow!!!
Only 10 days until my birthday, the 24th of March.
J
Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qey5k2zxowM
Story: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5804427/1/Sometimes_I_Dream_of_You_Too
I have done so much stuff I have been wanting to do it is amazing. I finally created and posted a new video on you tube (I'll put the link here!), posted on here, wrote a new chapter of "Sometimes I Dream of You Too" (my Severus Snape story on FanFiction) and made some important emails.
That has been may day so far:
Got up at 7:52; showered, yadda yadda yadda. Went to church and teased A about how I was the worship team's fanclub of 1 (A drums for the worship team). Had church and stuff. Came home and wrote another chapter of my story, posted here, and then ate lunch. Practiced singing & piano, then started making this awesome, coolio Merlin video to the song "Crystal Ball" by Pink. Ate supper and decided, once and for all, to become a vegitarian. Finished said video. Read the cutest Rangers Apprentice FanFic ever. And now here I am.
I'm going to go practice guitar and then watch Heartland in bed, then go to bed. School tomorrow!!!
Only 10 days until my birthday, the 24th of March.
J
Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qey5k2zxowM
Story: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5804427/1/Sometimes_I_Dream_of_You_Too
The Second Post
So Hey Guys...
I realized I say "so" alot. Just a random thing I thought I'd mention. So (lol) I am going to see Taylor Swift in P.E.I. on July 10th and I'm totally pumped. Here is how I, the most unlucky being ever, came to be the proud owner of a TS ticket:
So T, K, and S were all over to my house for my birthday (which isn't actually for another 10 days, but I'm busy for the next few weekends and...yeah, you get the point), when T said that TS tickets were to go on sale the next day. At which point K and S came in with "You have to buy the tickets right away---" And "They've sold out in a minute before---" and so on. So (there it is again!) the next morning she called her mom and told her to go buy tickets. I was stuck between going and maybe not going because I was supposed to council at a camp, and then go to camp, and we didn't know the dates yet. But seeing as it was a once in a lifetime chance, I took it and said I was going.
Her mom called back an hour later when we were laying on the deck and said she had got the tickets and that T's older cousin may be going with us. I am as excited to just be going on vacation with them as I am for the concert.
T, S, K, T's little brother and sister, her cousin, and her parents and I will all be driving to PEI July 10th and staying in a cabin across from Cavendish Beach together, and it may even have 2 floors, if she can book that one. We will be swimming and sunning and being cool.
I can't wait!
More later.
J
I realized I say "so" alot. Just a random thing I thought I'd mention. So (lol) I am going to see Taylor Swift in P.E.I. on July 10th and I'm totally pumped. Here is how I, the most unlucky being ever, came to be the proud owner of a TS ticket:
So T, K, and S were all over to my house for my birthday (which isn't actually for another 10 days, but I'm busy for the next few weekends and...yeah, you get the point), when T said that TS tickets were to go on sale the next day. At which point K and S came in with "You have to buy the tickets right away---" And "They've sold out in a minute before---" and so on. So (there it is again!) the next morning she called her mom and told her to go buy tickets. I was stuck between going and maybe not going because I was supposed to council at a camp, and then go to camp, and we didn't know the dates yet. But seeing as it was a once in a lifetime chance, I took it and said I was going.
Her mom called back an hour later when we were laying on the deck and said she had got the tickets and that T's older cousin may be going with us. I am as excited to just be going on vacation with them as I am for the concert.
T, S, K, T's little brother and sister, her cousin, and her parents and I will all be driving to PEI July 10th and staying in a cabin across from Cavendish Beach together, and it may even have 2 floors, if she can book that one. We will be swimming and sunning and being cool.
I can't wait!
More later.
J
3/13/10
The First Post
So this is the first post on my new blog. It's- mind blowing. It's- insane making. It's- incredible. It's- who am I kidding? It's pretty much crap.
Okay, so I'll admit, I am only making this post so I can do the font colors and stuff. I havn't put much thought into what I was going to say, nor what I am saying right now. I've made this be sent to lots of people, many who I am sure don't want to hear it. I just kind of wanted to get the word out, since my last blog, which existed for 2 years, had only 1 person read it regularly.
Well, anyway, I think I've got enough to go on. Hopefully the next post will be better, you know, when I'll have something to actually talk about.
Oh, one more thing;
Have you ever noticed that orange nerds leave a blood-like (metalic) after taste in your mouth?
J
Okay, so I'll admit, I am only making this post so I can do the font colors and stuff. I havn't put much thought into what I was going to say, nor what I am saying right now. I've made this be sent to lots of people, many who I am sure don't want to hear it. I just kind of wanted to get the word out, since my last blog, which existed for 2 years, had only 1 person read it regularly.
Well, anyway, I think I've got enough to go on. Hopefully the next post will be better, you know, when I'll have something to actually talk about.
Oh, one more thing;
Have you ever noticed that orange nerds leave a blood-like (metalic) after taste in your mouth?
J
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