2009, Where have you gone?

I'm going to welcome this new year with a "Hurrah!" No fetal position for me.

Time is an illusion, therefore this change in number shall mean nothing to me. There will just a change in the date I write at the top of my homework. __/__/10. 2010, you don't scare me.

It's another year of my life lived accordingly.

2009, I shall miss you. My memoirs of you shall last me forever, I hope. So many wonderful moments and times have been spent in your year. I was gonna start listing things that happened this year but you know them all, and I know them.. : )

I have my blogger to remember events in my life, and my old journal that I'm looking at now. I'm checking to see what I was thinking a whole year ago...

"Vacation's going by too fast & before I know if I'll be stuck in a classroom with a bunch of crazies!-- Well, mostly crazies. So, I've been pretty much doing nothing this break. Christmas was fun & now we're constantly playing the Wii. I don't really feel like writing, I'm actually really tired & need sleep.(taking out this portion) I'm on the search for a new journal that will easily be undetected... I knid of want to start at the beginning of 2009, that's probably not going to happen, but whatever. I'm going to Kayla's New Yeras Eve get-together with Krust. Can't... .Write... More.... Must.. Sleep... Eh"

You know, I'm kind of a jerk. I reread this handwritten scribble and realize that I have changed in a year. For the better. Not changed, changed, but just my way about thinking. I'm a little more optimistic now. I've learned to tell myself not to change around people, I mean, it's not like I turn into a completely different person, but sometimes I act differently around friends, family, and classmates. I think everyone does, but I'm trying not to. I don't have anything to hide.

I think I've found my purpose in life (for now). It's to be the comic relief, even if it does get annoying at times.

In this next year I hope to bring many smiles and laughs, to others and me.

I still have a whole day of 2009 left. Maybe I'll get around to blogging once more, but if not. Happy New Years, Flouts of the Inane. I promise to visit you more next year.

GroovyBandGeek wishing everyone a happy new year. Make it count.

wEiRd IdEa I hAd ToDaY...

This morning was a morning like no other--Okay, I've gotten right out of bed spot on at 7 before but not in awhile--, but yeah, I just jumped out of bed and I thought "Hello world and all who inhabit it!" I dunno where I got that quote from, but I just say it sometimes in my head. I like to think I thought of it myself, but it'll probably turn out I got it from somewhere...

Anyways, all day I've been very goofy and it was during photography that I said "Today sounds like a good day to blog..." I didn't say it aloud but I thought it. The more the day pasted the more I told myself, I'm really going to blog tonight, even it's about me talking about wanting to blog today.

I'm sure I'll blog again before the year ends, just to tell it how wonderful it was. 2009, spectacular.

Alrighty, I'll tell you the idea I had today. It all started after my mother picked me up from school, I got out with 20 minutes of school to go, due to Casey's Christmas Program. I'm just pumped! You know why?! My mother made me my favorite! Chicken Noodle Soup... So, I'm just hovering about the pot, watching my mom put dumpling after dumpling in it, and I'm like "Whoa..." and trying not to drool into the soup. Finally the noodles noodled and the dumplings... well, you don't wanna know what they did. --- okay, okay still in a weird mood.

Yeah, the soup was done and my mom went to pick up the ladle and both of us at the same time said "ladelladelladelladel" just super weird-like and sounding the same. We both stopped at the same time and looked at each other and kind of shrugged. It was way funnier than it sounds. The soup was awesome! The usual and as I slurped the last bits of my first bowl something occured to me, the bottom of the bowl was just like tea leaves! You know, like the tea leaves reading your future thing? So I thought, "Why can't they do that with chicken noodle soup?!"





This skill of reading chicken noodle soup--dictionary.com I need you-- smidgens isn't taught though. It's pretty much made up. So I just made up my own fortune, the first bowl said, "Your life is in order (So, you should eat another bowl of soup)," Because the onions were lined up, and my life is awesome. The second bowl says, "Don't take your friends and family for granted (Don't eat anymore or you'll throw up)," because it has this bird on it (which is me) and all this crap surrounding it, and I'm always surrounded my friends or family. Maybe I shouldn't see it as crap and like the clutteredness.

Basically, anytime you eat some chicken noodle soup hand the bowl to me and I'll read your fortune!

Thank you friends, the soup says not to take you for granted so I won't.

GroovyBandGeek--- Now ChickenNoodleSoupSmidgensReader!

I Got The Dynamo Of Volition

You open your eyes every morning not knowing what to expect, not knowing that you don't know. You don't know what you're going to learn about. Sometimes even I don't believe it, but right now, I can say I think it's true we learn something everyday. Even if it doesn't come in handy until a few years, weeks, or days to come.

I was just sitting here thinking, getting myself more and more annoyed. Then, I just asked myself, "Who's getting your nickers in a twist?"

"I dunno, I feel like being a crab," I replied.

"Yeah, how's that working for you?"

"Eh, I'm kind of being a jerk to everyone. It isn't very nice. It's the hat's fault, it wouldn't look good and knitting is horrible!" You see, I was attempting to knit before, and it didn't work out too swell.

"Really? So, the hat, it's just making you be a jerk..." My other, more reasonable self, asked sarcastically. I glared and thought. The thinking didn't last long, it didn't need to.

Monk. An episode I'd seen over a month ago randomly started playing in my head. Randy Disher, my favorite character in the world said something inspiring. Lt. Disher, he's not the most brilliant person, he's used as the comic relief in the show, so I guess I can relate to him. I love his comical remarks, so the serious caught me off guard. Maybe that was why it took so long to sink in. He said, "Happiness is a choice."

That is my new motto, no matter what situation life brings you it's your choice to make the best of it. Why go through it sad or angry? When it can be replaced with happy. I think I've known it the whole time, I just needed reminding. Basically, you can be sad or angry, but only of your own volition.

What'd I do this Weekend?

What did I do this weekend you ask? Well...

It's friday, Krust and I walk out of the band room to find my mother waiting for us, she did remember us! And so we herd the few of us together. Ashley, Kayla, Krust, Casey and I leave the school with our driver. Our Driver meaning my mother. My mother meaning the nicest person on earth. The nicest person on earth meaning the reason for my existence. So on the way there we listened to some tunes, and talked. Talking happens a lot on this particular Friday.

Even though it only feels like five minutes, we make it to the theater. There's a short line on both sides of the doors so we stand in the one to the right and make fools of ourselves. I'm sure my mom's embarassed of us but she doesn't show it. It doesn't seem to take too long for the doors to open and we rush in and find our seats. We waited and then we waited some more. Whatever was laid on my lap was eating until I shoved it away, I was just itching for the movie to start.

This was the order of seating... My mother, Krustine, Casey, Me!, Ashley, Kayla.

It did eventually start, there was a trailer for "Remember Me", that's a must see. Not just because of Robert Pattinson... Okay, it's all because of Rob, but I'm not crazy. The other trailer looked like another romatic thing so that was just more time for New Moon preparation.

New Moon. It seemed like I didn't even have time to be excited. It just came. It was good. There's always weird things that change in the movie, like Bella's personality... Okay that isn't weird, it's just stupid. -- Anyways, I thought Chris Weitz did an excellent job. I miss Catherine Hardwick though, as much as everyone thinks the Twilight movie was super-duper cheesey, I liked it. I liked it being cheesy, Twilight is cheesey. And I love cheese.

New Moon--- awesome stuff.

I just let Olive out and found a kitten on the porch... It's fluffy and black, but it went away-- back to the story.

We squeeed and giggled, and my mother ran away from us while we were in Econo foods, and we seen the coolest person on earth there. MEGAN!

So we talked and talked and talked, and confirmed our love for either Edward or Jacob. Well, Taylor Lautner or Robert Pattinson. We were split. Kayla and I vs. Ashley and Krustine. My mom was on Taylor side, which was Krust's and Ash's side. Anyways, Ashley spent the night at my house afterwards and we went online and watched Robert, Taylor, and Kristen on the Jimmy Kennel show. Rob was the funniest in my opinion.-- British Dorks. Gotta love 'em.

Being the whimps we are we went to bed at Midnight, after the long exhausting, fan-girl, school-filled day we had. We all got up early and drove Ashley to her house at 'bout nine. Why so early? Because my mother's side of the family decided to have Thanksgiving on Saturday. We went to Stacee's and baked. Baked bread and pumpkin pies. Nate was at camp so she had us spend the night there after the thanksgiving dinner at my Aunt Tina's. There wasn't as many people as there usually was there. I'm not sure who was missing but it just seemed like people were.

Anyways, Mariah and I. Mariah, who've I've been trying to talk to since she started school and couldn't get the nerve to up and say 'hi'. My stupid shyness. Yeah, we played guitar hero for awhile and actually had a normal conversation. About school, music and books.

My mom, Casey, Amber, Mariah, Stacee and I spent the night at her house and played pictionary. Everyone went to bed about ten except for Mariah and I, she checked out the music on my ipod and we talked until twelve-thirty. Which was weird, because I thought she was really hard to talk to, but when you actually have a conversation going it's easy.

I went to sleep, because that's what I do when I'm tired.

And today I woke up, ate toast, left Stacee's, went home, showered, went to my Grandparents, painted, watched football, went home again, watched UP (I don't call stuff cute, but that show was very cute--- almost adorkable), and went online. And here I am. Breathing, typing and worring about a little kitten freezing to death outside and I don't know where it is but I wanna help it.

I'm curious to how long this blog is...

~<>~ grooviest band-geek you'll ever know~<>~

Blogging On A Tight Schedule

Hi, I'm sure your wondering, How can this lame, boring geek have a busy schedule?

I can answer that for you in one word, "Facebook."

Yes, I'm sorry to say that its taken over my life. I'm a super dork that plays those weird games. Now I have virtual fish, virtual jobs, and virtual apartments. When I type it on here I sound like a total and complete moron, but it's pretty addicting and I love my fake fishies.

So, today I got a new printer. It's pretty shiny and is now taking up desk space.

I'm making this blog kind of choppy and non-rambley, I know, but it's just that I don't think I really feel like blogging. However, I want to just to share random news with you and not get too far behind. You, meaning readers. Readers, meaning friends. Friends, meaning people who can tolerate living with me or near me.

Friday is New Moon. Excitement is brewing up inside me and I wanna "Eeeee" like a fan-girl but I have no time for that nonsense. I'm raising fish on Facebook.

Suggestions:

Don't start a Facebook.

Don't listen to Jason Mraz.

Don't read the Twilight Saga.

You might have a slight possibility of ending up as crazy as me.

Peace out to the world and all who inhabit it.

Sincerely,

GroovyBandGeek

There Isn't Much To Be Said

I kind of wish I had some type of story to share with you, but I don't. I just thought I'd post again because November has made it's way here already.

So November 3rd was an exciting day. I got my DVD, you know that DVD I've been waiting for since August 13th. August 13th A.K.A. One of the most amazing days of my life A.K.A. The day I went to a Jason Mraz concert. My DVD Jason Mraz's Beautiful Mess-Live On Earth that is definitely a keeper. It's beautiful, but it's kinda messed up, so it all works out. I made my father watch it with me. I think secretly he enjoyed it, even if he does claim it was torturous. So the next day I made my Grams, Bompa, Ma and Nugget watch it with me. They all like left halfway through, Bomps said he had to do dishes, Grams wanted to watch the news and my Ma said that her and Nugget had homework. So, one ditched it for dishes, one ditched it for the news, and two ditched it to do homework. It's just that amazing. I think they might've been jealous because every song that came up I said "WOAH!, I was there" and they were like "I wish I was there..."
It's a pretty cover...

I'm having this weird problem, where the blinky line where the typing goes is gone. It reminds me of scary movies where the computer is talking to the people with no blinky line. I still can't see it, it's invisible and I don't think I can write anymore of this blog because that's how annoying it is to type without it.

Sorry for the shortness of this blog.

Have a good November. It will be surely busy...

Strangers Keep Knocking At My Door...

I still don't think I like Halloween all that much... Mostly because every time someone knocks at my door I have get up, walk over to the door, smile, give them their treat, and wish them a happy Halloween. It's exhausting.

Anyways, I'm blogging now to pass the time but I might be interrupted.

I'm not that happy. My Jason Mraz DVD didn't come today so I'm watching 'Tenacious D: The Pick Of Destiny'. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone, but I have laughed a few times. It's only because there's a flying Sasquatch.

So I have a picture of Tigger I doodled on here, I made it awesome purple on my photo editor and it makes me happy when I look at it, because I mean it's Tigger right? And I need happy, especially on scary Halloween and no Mraz DVD. I'm tempted to check the mailbox for a third time today. . . Okay I'll be right back. I'm serious.

GUESS WHAT! You're right, it's totally not there. I don't know why I thought it would be. It'll be home Monday maybe. I miss it and I've never even held it or met it before. Ugh... Is that another trick or treater at the door? I guess not. O'dawg isn't liking this whole strangers coming in and stealing our pop either. You see, my mother and nugget are away trick or treating, and O thinks that every car that pulls into our driveway is them. So she just barks away and freaks out the children. I don't mind it though, if there is a psycho-freak coming to murder me and steal my pop then maybe Olive would protect me.

And yeah, we are giving out pop instead of candy, ridiculous right? Because Halloween is about candy, not pop. Unless the pop has a dollar attached then maybe or maybe if we would've tied pop rocks to the pop too. That would've been cool. Pop Rocks RULE.

Pep band was yesterday, and the other team had brought their pep band too. Omigosh, their pep band had rockin' hats and totally crazy uniforms. I was like "Woah, we are so amatuer", but our pep band still played awesome. And for the game, well, we lost which was very disappointing it was play-offs and everything.

Well, I'm gonna eat fudge and pretend that I don't notice there's an empty mailbox.

If my DVD is reading this, please come home.

Happy Halloween to all & to all a Good Night!

Dear Blog and Readers,

Happy Halloween! Halloween isn't my favorite holiday, I don't really consider it a holiday, even though there is lots of candy and celebration. Whatever for I don't know why. Halloween is scary, and all the TV channels show scary movies and Halloween specials. Anyways, I wanted to blog about pumpkins! Not just any pumpkins, a pumpkin that I carved! Which you can see from my prettiful pictures.




So anyways, I made my pumpkin happy, and kind of scared looking, maybe even paranoid. It took a lot of skill to carve-- yes I'm bragging. My mom and I had a competition, hers is the super evil one all the way to the right, she totally got into the spirit of Halloween, and my sister's is the glittery vampire one in the middle. My mother's pumpkin is frightening and I fear it will murder me while I sleep.


Lately I've been paranoid, I think it's because of the whole "Artist of the Month" thing and people might start noticing I exist. Which would be bad, because they might start talking to me. Tomorrow
I have to go to a lunch with my art teacher and
We're eating with all the other artists that won from their school... I think they're gonna be mean, and weird, and crazy. And I hope they don't try and talk to me. I also hope the food is tasty. However, you know how hope works. "Hope leads to disappointment" said by a very wise guy who was followed around by an imaginary stuffed animal named Toenail and who's father was a mime.

I hope everyone joins their Halloween,
I'm handing out candy,
I hope my DVD's here by then,
There's that hoping again...

My Fingernails Grow Really Fast

I don't like marble colby jack in string cheese form. What is with that? Is mozzarella string cheese not good enough for you people? I mean, my sister doesn't like mozzarella cheese, but she's weird. My sister is an insane-psychotic freak, and a total jerk. Casey turned twelve today, and she's mean. Bothering me at the beginning of my day is her favorite thing to do, so it would seem. I can somewhat understand her bugging me in the morning before school comes along, but when we get to school she feels the need to sit between me and everybody. Everybody meaning- my friends, people who are important-, so I can't even hear conversations. She leaves when more people come, but still, I think she can find friends and my friends shouldn't have to suffer just because I have a weird sister. Maybe that's why she doesn't have friends, so she claims, because apparently being a cousin to your friend doesn't mean their your real friend, it just means their your relative, to her anyways.

Leaves keep falling all around, and they are so pretty. Autumn is a such a beautiful time of year, all the colors, the smells, the leaves crunching beneath your feet, and it just makes me want to be all artistic and spontanious. So I have a tip.

DO NOT attempt to eat scolding hot tea bags, they burn your tongue and DO NOT taste as good as they smell (I think they should have that as a warning on all tea bags.)

So, does anyone else ever notice how different everyday is? You never live the same day twice. Especially not at my school, everyday something seems to be going on, something weird or crazy. I'm pretty sure every teacher at our school is crazy. Sometimes I wonder if it even qualifies as a school, or maybe crazies are sent there and no one there knows they're crazy, they're just like 'Woah, everybody here is psychotic' so everyone feels sane by being around crazy people. Everything is balanced.

All except my fingernails which grow too quickly.

Thinking, it isn't the smartest thing to do

Have you ever just sat and thought?

It's terrible. My brain just doesn't stay at one topic, it starts overloading and it feels like my brain wants to crawl out of my ears just so I'll shut up. Could you imagine if randomly one day in class, I just fell out of my seat and on the floor. The other students all around would be relieved they there was some action instead of the teacher's babble, except my friends they would probably be worried. While the class is in shock, all trying to figure out what's wrong, someone sees a ball of my brain crawling away on the floor yelling for dear life. "Save me, I want a different head to live in!" And then one of my buddies would pick up the brain and stuff it back in my head, then class would just return to normal.

I like water. I just do, H2O is good stuff. As you probably know, because I'm assuming the only people who read this are people who know me, I read Jason Mraz's blog, freshnessfactorfivethousand. Every Wednesday for the past four, I think, he's been writing about water conservation, it's called 'Wet Wednesday' and it's pretty cool. He puts some nice little tips on there that aren't very hard to do, but help a lot. Only 1% of the earth's water is fresh water. The rest is salt-water or polluted. In conclusion, water is good and I like it, so don't waste it or pollute it.

Do you ever wonder what your purpose on earth is? Whether your here to change the world or affect it some way? I really don't feel like accepting the task of changing the world, but I'm possitive I don't want to make it any worse. So I think my part in the world is to smile, be happy and not judge others. I think that's why I have trouble having opinions of my own, persuasive essays are horrible because I can see the other side of things too. I know everyone can't just think one way, if everyone thought the same way there wouldn't be any variety in the world. Variety makes everyone special ---Okay I don't even know why I'm talking about this.

British people, they have this thing about them. It's like whatever they say they sound smart, and whatever they say they sound safisticated, I think it's that accent of theirs. I love reading books by British authors, even what they write has an English accent. If I could live a different life, I almost want to move back to the 1800s in London. I think the whole fixation with British people runs in my Grandma Pat's side of the family. She used to have a penpal from England when she was young and she's always loved English literature. I think this whole British obsession might be a curse.

You know what wastes your time really bad? Obsessions. Ugh, I don't know why my brain thinks it's needs something to obsess about all the time. Why can't it just leave me alone. Sometimes I just wonder what's so great about 'so and so'? However, my brain begins listing things which I try to ignore and eventually cave into.

I'm just gonna end this on a random note. I LOVE CHEESE POPCORN!

Sorry for wasting your time.

Whoa.

Whoa as in, 'Whoa I haven't posted since before school started'

Alright let me start by telling you a little about each class.

1st hour Pre-Calculus. I have one of my favorite teachers teaching that class, but it doesn't look like it's going to be very easy. Its scary and I'm happy I have smart friends to help me out. Even if I fail, it'll be better than Geometry. In geometry I sat by a bunch of freaks, and now I'm just sitting by regular freaks.

2nd hour English 11. This year there's going to be a lot of persuasive essays and reading. The reading I don't mind, the essays are going to be a killer. Thank goodness I have spelling tests to get my grade up.

3rd hour Photography. I'm not much of a picture-taker, but I have Ashley and Krust in that class so it is sure to be fun. Besides, we have Mrs. V, who turned out to be pretty-okay, play music for us all hour and we bring in whatever music we want (As long as it's appropriate), so yeah Krust and I are thinking Mondays and Fridays are gonna be Jason Mraz days.

4th hour Drawing. I'm in the same classroom, but now I have Kyle and Erica join me. It's really funny in there, even if they are drawing bullies. Music is still being played so it's all good. This has to be one of my favorite classes.

Lunch. Yummy (For those who don't eat the school's lunch).

5th hour Government. It's worse than history and the only time it wasn't worse was when he played this one youtube video for us of these British guys arguing, I had no idea what they were talking about, but it was awesome. I have Krust, Kyle and Erica in that class, so it's not good but it's not 'I wanna rip my eardrums out' terrible yet. It's my doodle-hour.

6th hour Band. I am 'GroovyBandGeek' so yes, of course I love band. Krust and I chill in the front row and jam on our clarinets. Hurrah for pep band!

7th hour Chemistry. This class is absolutely hilarious, our teacher is funny and there is only ten of us in the class. At least it's more people than in photography and drawing. It's Krust, Kyle, Erica and I again. Which just adds to the funny.

School has been good so far. Two friday pep-bands in a row! Yeah! This last one was homecoming, had the homecoming dance ya-da-ya-da... There's probably a whole lot of things I could talk about so I'm not going to rant about any of them because it'll feel like I need to mention all of them, which would take too long.

My foot is sleeping, so that means my post should end.

School! Tomorrow?

Yeah, as you can tell from the title I cannot believe school is here already. Although for once I'm actually excited, in fact I haven't been this excited for school since elementary. I think it's because I have art and photography, whereas last year I had Geometry and Computers for my open hours. So, I'm sure you're wondering how the labor day party went yesterday.

It was fun a lot of relatives showed up, nothing compared to my family reunions though. I kind of just sat there the whole time, switching chairs every once in a while, sticking with my mom a lot. The corn there wasn't as good as I remembered it being last year and the pork was kind of tough. There was tons and tons of food there. Um, I don't think there's much to talk about there, it was just another family get-together.

Today, I had to go to town because believe it or not, I haven't picked up any new shirts for school! Why is that you ask? I'll tell you, because I strongly-dislike shopping. I found shirts, but mostly ones that there is no way I'd buy, either because they were ugly, some were so ugly that I started hating people- which sounds stupid but that's just how I felt at the time-, and ones that I thought looked neat turned out to be super clingy. I lost hope until we stopped at Dunham's(Not exactly sure if I spelled that right), at first my thought was to leave-it smelled too much like sports, one of my worst enemies- but my mom and I found normal T-shirts and I got two of them. Which made me happy! Sorry for my rant. I really do strongly-dislike shopping.

So when I got home I read, and I read, and I read. Until I finished Catching Fire, I don't even want to think about it. That's how just totally insane it made me, I can't say whether I was angry, sad, or happy. Because I don't want to give ANYTHING away. Anything I say could give something away, and that book has so many twists, it was awesome. Now I can't wait for the third though. So after I finished I threw the book at my mom- okay I was kind of mad- so she could read it, and then I gave my O'dawg a bath. Which you can see from the picture to the right.

Hurrah for school tomorrow!

Sat-ta-day

So Megan, Kayla and I, were all blogging buddies right? And they all blogged today and I was reading their blogs and so now I'm all "I need to write something" but I don't have much to write about. If you're about to read the rest of this, you will suffer with crazy-nothingness. That was your warning.


Saturdays are great. I'm sure everyone knows that but I had to start out with something. I woke up today, because you know, that's what I do in the morning and it was ten-thirty. And I ate Raisin Brand Crunch, because I haven't pooped in awhile. I don't think you really needed to know that but whatever. So the morning was the usual, my dad and sister were mean to me, and my mom did stuff in the kitchen like make angel food cake and did dishes. Then around eleven-fifteen-ish we left to drop off garbage at the dump and go to my piano lessons. Which didn't go as well as it could've, I didn't practice all week and I had things on my mind. Important things, like Catching Fire! Which is a book I just purchased yesterday. It's the sequel to Hunger Games, awesome book.



So anyways, I've been carrying that around with me all day, even though I haven't really gotten a chance to read it. After piano, my mom, chicken nugget and I went to my grandparents, which would be my mom's parents and went to help them out with my Grandpa's Labor Day party he has almost every year, I guess this is his last one. He says it's too much work and I guess today I found out he was right. I had to help clean off their psycho-porch which had about a inch of dirt, a bunch of garbage and ugly wood on it. All while my Gramma made this amazing-looking apple bars and raspberry bars, yeah those are for tomorrow so I couldn't have one. It saddened me. I'm excited for the party though! Yay corn on the cob! Yay apple bars! Yay FOOD!--- Ahem, we went home and then we had to pile wood into the back of the truck for my dad's uncle, who we went and visited at their campground and had steak and ice cream and super amazing potatoes. So these potatoes? They were basically baked-mashed-baked-cheesy-garden onion-wonderful-sourcream-bacon-awesomey-goodness... But it was a long Saturday, I just summarized it. Hopefully, I didn't bore you out of your mind. However, there was a warning. I tried making it sound interesting if that makes you feel any better....

Babysitting and Grilled Cheeses

I'm babysitting right now, and I'm just trying to pass the time away by writing on here. So I don't have any recent weird dreams to talk about, because I couldn't sleep last night. I remember just laying there wanting to punch myself in the face because I was so annoyed. All I wanted to do was sleep but I had to have that stupid super-chocolate-amazing piece of cake before I went to bed so I just laid there. And I laid there, and then I fell asleep and then I woke up and then I would laid there some more. Basically, that's how my entire night went and now I'm really tired.

This year I'm looking forward to school, just so I don't have to babysit anymore. It's not the babysitting really, it's just the whole staying at my aunt and uncle's instead of being at home with my shiny lime green laptop and my dog (Olive aka O'dawg aka O). She gets all mad at me for being gone so long and just sits there and glares at me. She's old and crabby so I guess that's okay and she throws up, which is icky.

I love grilled cheeses! That's the only thing I can cook that turns out yummy.

I'm tired of ranting about nothing so BYE! SORRY FOR THE LAME BLOG!

Definitions & A Weird Dream

By using one of my most favorite and most wonderfully useful websites, http://dictionary.reference.com, I'm going to define some things that must be defined.

Groovy: Very pleasing; wonderful; highly stimulating or attractive; excellent.

Band: a group of instrumentalists playing music of a specialized type.

Geek: a peculiar or otherwise dislikable person, especially one who is perceived to be overly intellectual.

Flout: to treat with disdain, scorn, or contempt; scoff at; mock.

Inane: lacking sense, significance, or ideas; something that is empty or void.

Okay, that's it. Unless you need 'if' and 'the' defined. Then I'm not helping.

Ahem, anyways, I don't lead a very interesting life, but I'm gonna try and make it sound interesting.

So about four weekends ago, I went to the Milwaukee Zoo with my friend Krust, who's real name is Kristine, but everyone calls her Kristi, except for her friends who call her Krust. We arrived at the zoo at 9:30-ish and left at 3:30-ish so we were totally crapped-out you know? And so went our heads finally hit the pillow at 10:30-ish we fell asleep instantly, well I did. The next morning I woke up trying to figure out where the crap the dream I just had came from. I can't remember many things from the dream I just remember it was like a drama movie, but the setting was in shopko, which was acutally an inside beach where this guy and his friend worked at. I just remember that I was in love with this guy and his friend was really stupid. And Krust was in the dread and she thought that he was a total jerk. All the characters in the dream were super livid I just can't remember what happened in it except that there was this weird toy store at the beach I worked at. I also remember throwing stuffed animals at somebody. Anyways, when I woke up I laughed it off and told Krust I had a weird dream, she didn't think much of it because I always have weird dreams. Like seriously, you'll hear a lot of weird dreams from me. And the day went on like it should and I forgot all about the weird dream. That was, until we stopped at Applebees to eat lunch. So we were sitting there and we were examining our menus and then our waiter appears. I'm not even kidding you it was the guy from the dream I had the night before. It was super creepy so after he left to get us waters I giggled nervously, and said "Does he look familiar to you?" and Krust kind of nodded unsurely, so I was like "He looks just like the guy I had from the psycho-dream I had last dream" She kinda shrugged and we both agreed we'd have to get a better look at him when he came back. Well, after he came back and left to get us our orders we just kind of agreed he looked like one of those people that looks familiar to everyone but you really don't know him. I just thought that this experience was really random and weird so I thought I'd share it with you. Besides the guy in my dream was named something with an R in it, I think Richard or Rick, this guy's name was Jared. So really this whole story means nothing.