My dad's friends have been sending us a billion, like "For all who love dogs-hahaha" and "Kids explaining the Bible - too funny"!
But there was this one sent that made me cry.
And I felt stupid. But some of them were so sad.
Yesterday was a little bit sad for my grandpa.
Well, not a little bit.
His sister died, and he had to spend most of the day like it didn't bother him, being the host.
And he'd been expecting it.
But something like that would still ruin your day.
Or week.
It was a great picnic, though. Usually I hate the Fourth of July, but I actually enjoyed myself this year.
The ice cream took forever to make, but it was delicious, as usual.
The blackbottom cupcakes were delicious. Nathan tried to steal the one Grandma was saving. But he failed.
I ate an entire bar of Hershey's, but it was disappointing. Kind of dry. Disgusting.
There was some random guy I'm almost positive I'm not related to.
Funny how hormones work.
You see someone you like and decide to be on your "best behavior". From that moment on, you make a complete fool of yourself.
Other times, when you don't like anyone and you're just being yourself, you unknowingly attract someone else.
Weird. No one really wins.
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Sunday, July 05, 2009
Saturday, July 05, 2008
I parked your car because I'm NICE!
Okay, so I love Fourth of July and everything, but it was REALLY NICE to take a break from the annual family reunion picnic and stay home for a while.
Seriously. I spent maybe 3 hours at the picnic and then went home and watched movies with Tie and my Dad.
It was kind of weird being home alone, but Tie was sedated, therefore cooperative, and Dad came home early, and with him was a pizza he'd made at work.
Then we watched "Last Holiday" and "Material Girls" and both movies kind of sucked.
"Last Holiday" wasn't too bad, because Queen Latifah is the best, but it was SOOOOO cheesy.
And, you know, "Material Girls" was...yeah.
I'm reading some writing I did like last year or something, and it doesn't suck. It's sort of suffering from Paolinitis, but it's really NOT HORRIBLE, and that makes me pretty happy.
Heh. Silas.
"Last Comic Standing" and "The Baby Borrowers" make TV pretty fun to watch.
On TBB, my mom totally hated Morgan, but I kind of knew where she was coming from. We both hated Alicea, though; what is her problem? Etta was SOO CUTE. But that weird guy kept calling the babies "bugs"? "Okay, now take your little bug..."
LCS last week made me SOOOO mad. They chose 4 of the least funny people from the entire group and let them go through. Especially Jeff Dye and that blonde guy. HATE! But Paul Foot is rather hilarious. This week was better. Louis got a standing ovation,a nd Eliza Sussinger made it, which made me happy. I like Esther Ku, but my mom despises her because she's not very "experience". Whatever, she's funny.
Seriously. I spent maybe 3 hours at the picnic and then went home and watched movies with Tie and my Dad.
It was kind of weird being home alone, but Tie was sedated, therefore cooperative, and Dad came home early, and with him was a pizza he'd made at work.
Then we watched "Last Holiday" and "Material Girls" and both movies kind of sucked.
"Last Holiday" wasn't too bad, because Queen Latifah is the best, but it was SOOOOO cheesy.
And, you know, "Material Girls" was...yeah.
I'm reading some writing I did like last year or something, and it doesn't suck. It's sort of suffering from Paolinitis, but it's really NOT HORRIBLE, and that makes me pretty happy.
Heh. Silas.
"Last Comic Standing" and "The Baby Borrowers" make TV pretty fun to watch.
On TBB, my mom totally hated Morgan, but I kind of knew where she was coming from. We both hated Alicea, though; what is her problem? Etta was SOO CUTE. But that weird guy kept calling the babies "bugs"? "Okay, now take your little bug..."
LCS last week made me SOOOO mad. They chose 4 of the least funny people from the entire group and let them go through. Especially Jeff Dye and that blonde guy. HATE! But Paul Foot is rather hilarious. This week was better. Louis got a standing ovation,a nd Eliza Sussinger made it, which made me happy. I like Esther Ku, but my mom despises her because she's not very "experience". Whatever, she's funny.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
"Never Look A Gift Horse in the mouth"...could it be my horse is dead?
COME ON! I was reading "Gift Horse" by Dandi Daley Mackall in the "Winnie the Horse Gentler" series. The writing's not exactly blowing me away and I can see every "plot twist" coming, but it's a good horse fix.
Or so I thought.
Okay, so Winnie always answers these "horse e-mails" from people whose horses need help and she gets this one from "Topsy-Turvy-double-U" (OH MY GOSH! DUH! A topsy turvy W...wouldn't that be an M?)
So "Topsy-Turvy-Double-U" (even though we all know it's M; seriously, that's his real name.) is like (he wrote this little rap thing, but I can't remember due to not having the book at hand and Chance's raps messed me up for life, so I'll make something up as talented as his.),
Yo yo yo, my uncle's horse is through,
And I don't know what to do,
I wanna it save its life,
But I don't know how to...save it's life.
Yeah, couldn't think of anything that rhymed with life besides "strife", and that's the lamest rhyme ever.
So she's all, "BUY THAT HORSE AND SAVE IT!!!!!!!" cuz Winnie is a freak. And then she gets a reply from the SAME PERSON who's all, "Go to your pasture NOW! Merry Christmas."
Hmmmm, could he possibly have SAVED the horse in the previous e-mail and sent it on to her????
But nooooo... Winnie is like, "OMG, KNICKERS!!!!!" which is her white Arabian and runs all the way home, and is like, "KNICKERS! *sob*" But of course Knickers is fine. Because Winnie is an idiot.
Just wanted to throw that in there... But the Barker family saw her running all crazy-like in their bus (don't ask) and the FOLLOWED HER HOME (which I guess is okay, seeing as they're responsible adults), but still... And she's all, "Someone played a prank on meeeee! *pout*" And then her friend Barker (his name's Eddy, but he likes dogs so much they call him BARKER! OOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HOW SILLY! Killing myself now...) is like, "Um, Winnie, there's a horse in your pasture..." And Winnie's like, "For realz?" And of course there IS a horse in her backyard.
Right. Like she ran ALL the way home without noticing the old gray mare in her backyard. SOOOOOO realistic.
Or maybe she's THAT stupid.
So she starts taking care of the horse when, 5 minutes later, her dad appears with his new girlfriend's son Mason (who is autistic for plot reasons and REALLY ADORABLE) and is like, "NO! Mason is not getting attached to another horse! This one will just leave him and he'll CRY!" (I always hate it in books when the divorced parent gets a bf/gf. I don't know why, but I end up hating that person forever unless they're really nice and the kid's a huge brat. But Madeline ((gf)) is this huge...hm, what can I say without cussing out an imaginary character? She's just annoying and Mason's all, "I LOOOOOVE horses!" and she's like, "Omg, horse attacks!" Grrr, I just REALLY hate her. And the Dad.) And then he tells Winnie to get rid of it or he's calling animal control. Oooooooh...
Only he's not allowed to...because the Gracie (the horse, even though you weren't supposed to NAME IT, Winnie!) is PREGNANT!
That was a stupid quiz. It basically suggested I'm a Sith Lord. I prefer Dark Jedi. But I'm not wise OR sophisticated and the last part is SO OFFBASE IT'S FUNNY! HAHAHA! HAHAHA! I'll go cry in my corner now...
Anyways, Dad-from-hell and his slutty girlfriend are like, "All rightso, you can keeps the horse FO NOW!" even tho the vet said that Gracie and her baby are most likely going to die. What a hopeful, happy Christian book!
And so Winnie starts throwing away money, skipping school, and blowing off people to care for Gracie (and she's like, "Oh, I won't be able to buy anybody Christmas presents, but that's okay! Gracie deserves it!" and when she DOES feel guilty, she's all, "Please, God, give me more money. AND make me a better person." I'm learning SO MUCH. This is like reading Brio. >:P)
And Catman and his friend M start hanging around A LOT more, and M actually starts talking (apparently he doesn't talk unless he's making an earthshattering confessions ((more on that later)) or taking part in an abortion debate. Oh, and he loves talking about horses and Jesus.)
And Mason comes and is all REALLY ADORABLE, like, "I wanna see Towaco! Go Towaco!" And they describe him as really short and blonde with glasses and tiny cowboy boots (awwww), and his mom's like, "No, Mason, Towaco is gone. You'll have to deal." and then he's like, "No, I want to see the MOMMY Towaco." PWNED! PWNED! PWNED BY A LITTLE KID!
But Madeline makes sure they tell Mason "the truth" about Gracie: "I love the mommy horse." "That's cool, little M, but she's sick." "She's sick?" "Yeah." "Oh. I still love her." It brought a little tear to my eye....
Actually, I was thinking more black wedding dress and White Stripes or Fall Out Boy for when I walk up the aisle.
And on Christmas Eve, GRACIE GOES INTO LABOR! Shocker there... And so Winnie skips church AGAIN even tho she's been blowing off EVERYTHING to help Gracie, and then it goes wrong, and she and M deliver the baby single-handedly while everyone (after the service) watches on, and then Gracie dies.
Yep. She dies. So sad. :(
And that's when the vet comes in. "Merry Christmas, everyone. Oh, rats, a dead horse. Errr, don't touch it..." And NOBODY CRIES! Nobody thinks it's the LEAST bit sad about Gracie dying! And then Mason walks in (MADELINE MUST DIE) and is like, "Where's the mommy horse?" And no one tells him that she's DEAD, but then Winnie's like, "Um, this baby horse is YOURS!" And he squeals and starts dancing in his cowboy boots (I swear, I love this kid). And Madeline says all this crap about someday he'll understand, and he totally does already because he stopped talking to people for like 10 minutes until he got his surprise horsey present! (it just killed me to write that) Yay! And nobody is mad at Winnie forever.
Pat (life science teacher and boss): Oh, you can just make up your grade NEXT semester.
Everybody she promised presents: That horse delivery was the best present EVER!
Are you serious? That's REALLY disgusting...
I did cry tho. And the baby horse sounded ADORABLE. They haven't named her, yet.
Oh, and M WAS TOPSY-TURVY-DOUBLE-U! NO DUH, YOU MORON! And then she witnessed to him using her mom sacrificing herself for Lizzy from a wild stallion as a metaphor.
Winnie: Note to self: Never become a preacher.
Yeaaah, that's for sure.
Hey, look, everyone, I'm secretly sexy!
I have like a million more of these... Or just one. Yeah, just one.
Hey, my mom dyed my hair on Tuesday and it looks REALLY NOT BAD. LIke really good. There's just one spot where my bangs were blonde that you can kind of see, but it was the first time for both of us and it looks pretty sweet.
Hopefully today or some other day we're going to add purple streaks. Sweeet...
Hmmm, what kind of jeans am I? So curious.
Right, because I wear skinny jeans ALL THE TIME.
My 4th of July wasn't too bad. I just read Ann Coulter and Winnie the Horse Gentler. And the fireworks were pretty sweet. But my cousin's girlfriend I don't think likes me. Or my family. Then again, I don't really blame her. And it's not like she knows us WELL. I got to cook hot dogs. Yesh.
Or so I thought.
Okay, so Winnie always answers these "horse e-mails" from people whose horses need help and she gets this one from "Topsy-Turvy-double-U" (OH MY GOSH! DUH! A topsy turvy W...wouldn't that be an M?)
So "Topsy-Turvy-Double-U" (even though we all know it's M; seriously, that's his real name.) is like (he wrote this little rap thing, but I can't remember due to not having the book at hand and Chance's raps messed me up for life, so I'll make something up as talented as his.),
Yo yo yo, my uncle's horse is through,
And I don't know what to do,
I wanna it save its life,
But I don't know how to...save it's life.
Yeah, couldn't think of anything that rhymed with life besides "strife", and that's the lamest rhyme ever.
So she's all, "BUY THAT HORSE AND SAVE IT!!!!!!!" cuz Winnie is a freak. And then she gets a reply from the SAME PERSON who's all, "Go to your pasture NOW! Merry Christmas."
Hmmmm, could he possibly have SAVED the horse in the previous e-mail and sent it on to her????
But nooooo... Winnie is like, "OMG, KNICKERS!!!!!" which is her white Arabian and runs all the way home, and is like, "KNICKERS! *sob*" But of course Knickers is fine. Because Winnie is an idiot.
| You are Totally Realistic |
 "Romance" means you're about to roll your eyes Seriously, you can do without the sap or drama Save it for someone who has nothing really going on in their relationship For you, love is real - and easily integrated into your life You don't need candles, flowers, or chocolates to know he's the one Just some stimulating conversation... and maybe a great smile. |
Just wanted to throw that in there... But the Barker family saw her running all crazy-like in their bus (don't ask) and the FOLLOWED HER HOME (which I guess is okay, seeing as they're responsible adults), but still... And she's all, "Someone played a prank on meeeee! *pout*" And then her friend Barker (his name's Eddy, but he likes dogs so much they call him BARKER! OOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HOW SILLY! Killing myself now...) is like, "Um, Winnie, there's a horse in your pasture..." And Winnie's like, "For realz?" And of course there IS a horse in her backyard.
Right. Like she ran ALL the way home without noticing the old gray mare in her backyard. SOOOOOO realistic.
Or maybe she's THAT stupid.
| You Have Many Alpha Tendencies |
 You're not a total alpha female, but you certainly know how to - and like to - get your way. You're forceful without being intimidating. You're confident without being vain. A perfect mix. |
So she starts taking care of the horse when, 5 minutes later, her dad appears with his new girlfriend's son Mason (who is autistic for plot reasons and REALLY ADORABLE) and is like, "NO! Mason is not getting attached to another horse! This one will just leave him and he'll CRY!" (I always hate it in books when the divorced parent gets a bf/gf. I don't know why, but I end up hating that person forever unless they're really nice and the kid's a huge brat. But Madeline ((gf)) is this huge...hm, what can I say without cussing out an imaginary character? She's just annoying and Mason's all, "I LOOOOOVE horses!" and she's like, "Omg, horse attacks!" Grrr, I just REALLY hate her. And the Dad.) And then he tells Winnie to get rid of it or he's calling animal control. Oooooooh...
Only he's not allowed to...because the Gracie (the horse, even though you weren't supposed to NAME IT, Winnie!) is PREGNANT!
| Your Lucky Love Color is Black |
 When someone gets to know you, they still make feel a bit intimidated by you. You are alluring and sexy, but you have a dark, dangerous side that you don't hide. And just like your color suggests, you are sophisticated and wise - especially when it comes to men. Your heart is hard to win over. You don't fall in love easily... or often. |
That was a stupid quiz. It basically suggested I'm a Sith Lord. I prefer Dark Jedi. But I'm not wise OR sophisticated and the last part is SO OFFBASE IT'S FUNNY! HAHAHA! HAHAHA! I'll go cry in my corner now...
Anyways, Dad-from-hell and his slutty girlfriend are like, "All rightso, you can keeps the horse FO NOW!" even tho the vet said that Gracie and her baby are most likely going to die. What a hopeful, happy Christian book!
And so Winnie starts throwing away money, skipping school, and blowing off people to care for Gracie (and she's like, "Oh, I won't be able to buy anybody Christmas presents, but that's okay! Gracie deserves it!" and when she DOES feel guilty, she's all, "Please, God, give me more money. AND make me a better person." I'm learning SO MUCH. This is like reading Brio. >:P)
And Catman and his friend M start hanging around A LOT more, and M actually starts talking (apparently he doesn't talk unless he's making an earthshattering confessions ((more on that later)) or taking part in an abortion debate. Oh, and he loves talking about horses and Jesus.)
And Mason comes and is all REALLY ADORABLE, like, "I wanna see Towaco! Go Towaco!" And they describe him as really short and blonde with glasses and tiny cowboy boots (awwww), and his mom's like, "No, Mason, Towaco is gone. You'll have to deal." and then he's like, "No, I want to see the MOMMY Towaco." PWNED! PWNED! PWNED BY A LITTLE KID!
But Madeline makes sure they tell Mason "the truth" about Gracie: "I love the mommy horse." "That's cool, little M, but she's sick." "She's sick?" "Yeah." "Oh. I still love her." It brought a little tear to my eye....
| You Will Be an Unconventional Bride! |
 You're probably the type of girl who never considered getting married - until you met *him* You're not a big fan of white dresses, church weddings, or cheesy DJ's That's okay - you'll do it your way... whether that means a Vegas wedding or guys as bridesmen While you may not toss the bouquet (or have anyone to toss it to), it will still be the most romantic day of your life! |
Actually, I was thinking more black wedding dress and White Stripes or Fall Out Boy for when I walk up the aisle.
And on Christmas Eve, GRACIE GOES INTO LABOR! Shocker there... And so Winnie skips church AGAIN even tho she's been blowing off EVERYTHING to help Gracie, and then it goes wrong, and she and M deliver the baby single-handedly while everyone (after the service) watches on, and then Gracie dies.
Yep. She dies. So sad. :(
And that's when the vet comes in. "Merry Christmas, everyone. Oh, rats, a dead horse. Errr, don't touch it..." And NOBODY CRIES! Nobody thinks it's the LEAST bit sad about Gracie dying! And then Mason walks in (MADELINE MUST DIE) and is like, "Where's the mommy horse?" And no one tells him that she's DEAD, but then Winnie's like, "Um, this baby horse is YOURS!" And he squeals and starts dancing in his cowboy boots (I swear, I love this kid). And Madeline says all this crap about someday he'll understand, and he totally does already because he stopped talking to people for like 10 minutes until he got his surprise horsey present! (it just killed me to write that) Yay! And nobody is mad at Winnie forever.
Pat (life science teacher and boss): Oh, you can just make up your grade NEXT semester.
Everybody she promised presents: That horse delivery was the best present EVER!
Are you serious? That's REALLY disgusting...
I did cry tho. And the baby horse sounded ADORABLE. They haven't named her, yet.
Oh, and M WAS TOPSY-TURVY-DOUBLE-U! NO DUH, YOU MORON! And then she witnessed to him using her mom sacrificing herself for Lizzy from a wild stallion as a metaphor.
Winnie: Note to self: Never become a preacher.
Yeaaah, that's for sure.
Hey, look, everyone, I'm secretly sexy!
| Your Vibe Is Secretly Sexy |
 Sexy isn't exactly a word you'd use to describe yourself But you have a quite allure that certain men feel appealing You don't need to flaunt your stuff to be sexier A little more confidence in yourself, and you'll really light up a room! |
I have like a million more of these... Or just one. Yeah, just one.
Hey, my mom dyed my hair on Tuesday and it looks REALLY NOT BAD. LIke really good. There's just one spot where my bangs were blonde that you can kind of see, but it was the first time for both of us and it looks pretty sweet.
Hopefully today or some other day we're going to add purple streaks. Sweeet...
Hmmm, what kind of jeans am I? So curious.
| Skinny Jeans |
 You are classy and a bit formal when it comes to your personal style. Your look is feminine and well put together - and never trashy or too trendy. |
Right, because I wear skinny jeans ALL THE TIME.
My 4th of July wasn't too bad. I just read Ann Coulter and Winnie the Horse Gentler. And the fireworks were pretty sweet. But my cousin's girlfriend I don't think likes me. Or my family. Then again, I don't really blame her. And it's not like she knows us WELL. I got to cook hot dogs. Yesh.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
FAILURE
AAAAAAAAAAGH I'M A FAILURE!
I tried to write a trail journal and it really sucked. Maybe because Amy Lee did end up coming.
Duck: I broke my leg.
Amber: How did that happen?
Emily: Seriously.
Murtagh: *staring moodily off into space*
Amy Lee: HOOOOOOOOOO CAAAAN YOU SEEEEEEEE INTO MY EYES LIKE OPEN DOOOOOOORS?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH it was horrible.
I deleted it.
SO ASHAMED.
And I created this intricate dice rolling process to calculate events along the way, but then both Emily and I broke our legs, then Emily drowned, and Amy Lee kept getting lost, so it didn't really work.
It would be so much easier if I had Oregon Trail.
Don't give up, it's not the end. According to Stellar Kart.
SOMEONE LOVES YOU, EVEN WHEN YOU DON'T THINK SO, DON'T YOU KNOW, YOU GOT ME AND JESUS.
I'm still sick.
And Quizilla ain't workin properly.
I wanna make cookies really bad.
BUT NO. Not until FRIDAY, because we're having our family reunion picnic on Saturday, the 30th (no clue why), and I could bring them as a dessert.
We better leave earlier than 1:00 this year, because last year I got too late to help with making ice cream, and my grandpa let my 8th cousin 4 times removed or whatever make it and then she was all licking the spoon and I wanted to slap her.
I think her sandals got washed away by the tide. Hahahaha.
I tried to write a trail journal and it really sucked. Maybe because Amy Lee did end up coming.
Duck: I broke my leg.
Amber: How did that happen?
Emily: Seriously.
Murtagh: *staring moodily off into space*
Amy Lee: HOOOOOOOOOO CAAAAN YOU SEEEEEEEE INTO MY EYES LIKE OPEN DOOOOOOORS?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH it was horrible.
I deleted it.
SO ASHAMED.
And I created this intricate dice rolling process to calculate events along the way, but then both Emily and I broke our legs, then Emily drowned, and Amy Lee kept getting lost, so it didn't really work.
It would be so much easier if I had Oregon Trail.
Don't give up, it's not the end. According to Stellar Kart.
SOMEONE LOVES YOU, EVEN WHEN YOU DON'T THINK SO, DON'T YOU KNOW, YOU GOT ME AND JESUS.
I'm still sick.
And Quizilla ain't workin properly.
I wanna make cookies really bad.
BUT NO. Not until FRIDAY, because we're having our family reunion picnic on Saturday, the 30th (no clue why), and I could bring them as a dessert.
We better leave earlier than 1:00 this year, because last year I got too late to help with making ice cream, and my grandpa let my 8th cousin 4 times removed or whatever make it and then she was all licking the spoon and I wanted to slap her.
I think her sandals got washed away by the tide. Hahahaha.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Valiant is the word that basically describes me, and that LAME Holly Black book I got from the library, she is so dumb, what's her problem?
Holly Black is such a loser. Believes WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too seriously in fairies.
Then again, I totally used to, too. But that was then, this is now.
Apparently fairies are like a Satanist symbol?
Whatever. Just because Wiccans totally go for that doesn't mean all fairy literature is demonized.
And Wiccans aren't always Satanist.
Wait.
Hold on.
Okay, from a Christian standpoint, it could be said that they are.
But that's the "POD isn't a Christian band, and I'm a Bible-thumper" standpoint.
DANG IT, it's like, I don't want to get all in your face and prove the world's stereotype of Christians, but come on, that REALLY bothers me, so how do I say it in a nice way without making myself seem more tolerant than I really am?
Because I want to be loving, not just tolerant, but I also want to be moral and let everyone know where I stand.
Wow. Why is life so complicated?
Whatever. By the way, why is everyone always asking me my stand on gay marriage, or bringing it up every five minutes and then glaring at me because the know I don't agree. It's not like I'm against gay people: they're just not normal people, your sexuality doesn't define you, so screw everyone who says it DOES, but I don't agree with their practices (as in being gay and proud), just like I don't agree with my dad's relatives some of the time, but I don't SHUN them, I actually like them more than my other family sometimes because they're so COOL and nice and they live in pimp states.
Enough on that.
We have another game tomorrow. Against Kingston. Wooooo. We're probably going to lose. I jammed my finger on Monday, and it was purple, but now it's GREEN with purple spots and it doesn't hurt, it's just really swollen and grossed a bunch of people out. I CAN'T HELP IT, I have BIG FEET, and I TRIPPED, causing my hand to become very friendly with the floor.
Who knew how much you use your pinky on a day to day basis? The first day it was jammed, it hurt like heck and I couldn't DO anything, which was annoying.
I just read a book about peaches. It was even called "Peaches". It was okay, pretty good, I did like it, and the coolest character was the most messed up, so I didn't really relate to her, but she was cool like that. And her name was Murphy??? And it took place in Georgia.
I really want a papillon. Or a dog of some sort. Really bad.
There must be something called dog therapy. I know there's horse therapy. If we could even RENT a dog, or take CARE of a dog, I would be soooooooooo happy. Especially if it was a collie. Or a papillon. Or, dare I say it, a Golden Retriever. Those things are so cliche, EVERYONE has one, but I do like them, because all my weird Oregon relatives have one and bring them to the fourth of July so they can lick the babies and run around and be annoying.
WHY do my relatives ALWAYS bring their dogs to fourth of July? Which is dumb, because we always took Oggy, but it was such a PAIN, because during the big picnic, we either had to hold him or tie him up with the other dogs and he would bark and fall down the cliff sometimes, so we had to go down to the beach and pick him back up and hold him AGAIN. And the dogs always bite people, like that stupid dog Prince, and I wasn't even related to those people, not even distantly, so I don't know WHAT they were doing on Dory's property, but he bit this kid's arm and he cried. The kid, not Prince. So I kicked him, I think. Even that kid got on everyone's nerves.
I feel like a cupcake. The special kind that my aunt makes that are chocolate and cream cheese. Ooooooooh yeaaaaaaah.
Then again, I totally used to, too. But that was then, this is now.
Apparently fairies are like a Satanist symbol?
Whatever. Just because Wiccans totally go for that doesn't mean all fairy literature is demonized.
And Wiccans aren't always Satanist.
Wait.
Hold on.
Okay, from a Christian standpoint, it could be said that they are.
But that's the "POD isn't a Christian band, and I'm a Bible-thumper" standpoint.
DANG IT, it's like, I don't want to get all in your face and prove the world's stereotype of Christians, but come on, that REALLY bothers me, so how do I say it in a nice way without making myself seem more tolerant than I really am?
Because I want to be loving, not just tolerant, but I also want to be moral and let everyone know where I stand.
Wow. Why is life so complicated?
Whatever. By the way, why is everyone always asking me my stand on gay marriage, or bringing it up every five minutes and then glaring at me because the know I don't agree. It's not like I'm against gay people: they're just not normal people, your sexuality doesn't define you, so screw everyone who says it DOES, but I don't agree with their practices (as in being gay and proud), just like I don't agree with my dad's relatives some of the time, but I don't SHUN them, I actually like them more than my other family sometimes because they're so COOL and nice and they live in pimp states.
Enough on that.
We have another game tomorrow. Against Kingston. Wooooo. We're probably going to lose. I jammed my finger on Monday, and it was purple, but now it's GREEN with purple spots and it doesn't hurt, it's just really swollen and grossed a bunch of people out. I CAN'T HELP IT, I have BIG FEET, and I TRIPPED, causing my hand to become very friendly with the floor.
Who knew how much you use your pinky on a day to day basis? The first day it was jammed, it hurt like heck and I couldn't DO anything, which was annoying.
I just read a book about peaches. It was even called "Peaches". It was okay, pretty good, I did like it, and the coolest character was the most messed up, so I didn't really relate to her, but she was cool like that. And her name was Murphy??? And it took place in Georgia.
I really want a papillon. Or a dog of some sort. Really bad.
There must be something called dog therapy. I know there's horse therapy. If we could even RENT a dog, or take CARE of a dog, I would be soooooooooo happy. Especially if it was a collie. Or a papillon. Or, dare I say it, a Golden Retriever. Those things are so cliche, EVERYONE has one, but I do like them, because all my weird Oregon relatives have one and bring them to the fourth of July so they can lick the babies and run around and be annoying.
WHY do my relatives ALWAYS bring their dogs to fourth of July? Which is dumb, because we always took Oggy, but it was such a PAIN, because during the big picnic, we either had to hold him or tie him up with the other dogs and he would bark and fall down the cliff sometimes, so we had to go down to the beach and pick him back up and hold him AGAIN. And the dogs always bite people, like that stupid dog Prince, and I wasn't even related to those people, not even distantly, so I don't know WHAT they were doing on Dory's property, but he bit this kid's arm and he cried. The kid, not Prince. So I kicked him, I think. Even that kid got on everyone's nerves.
I feel like a cupcake. The special kind that my aunt makes that are chocolate and cream cheese. Ooooooooh yeaaaaaaah.
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