Like chocolate cake, only BETTER!

A bunch of my friends took the Big Five Personality Test.
It was exciting. Four new profiles all to myself!
I spent a long time looking and comparing.
Kevin's profile is spot on, but they pegged him as an ISFJ. Pfft, not hardly.
I don't know. Whenever people start exploring the different aspects of their personality, I find it COMPLETELY FASCINATING. Every time someone takes a test I get a little giddy. Looking at someone else's profile is like starting a new book.
Conclusion: I'm a nerd.
This is what I still don't get: how is KEVIN a more likely candidate for early childhood education than I am? He HATES kids!!
And my #1 was GRAPHIC DESIGN. WTF. I HATE ART AND ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH 'VISUALIZING'.
I told my dad, and he was like, "Well, you'd be good at it."
"I don't care, Dad. I hate it."
"Well, but you definitely have some artistic characteristics."
Like what, intense mood swings and utter nerdiness.
The same thing happened a couple nights ago, when I said something and he listened to part of what I said, but not why I said it. Or he listened to the wrong part.
When I want to grow up, I said, I want to BE a french horn.
Not PLAY a french horn. BE one.
And he was like, "Oh, yeah, I think you'd be good at French horn! It's a difficult instrument, to be sure, but you're talented...yeah, I think you'd be great!"
No, Dad. No.
But he's been asking questions and actually trying to understand me lately, and it must be that time of the month again, because the very thought brings sentimental tears to my eyes.
Speaking of sentimental tears, I love "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" SO MUCH. Stephen Chbosky is the man. Every time I read it, I want to hug Charlie. And then, I realized something I hadn't gotten last time, and it made me feel TERRIBLE for him. And yet he got through it and loved his "tormentor" or whatever. It was still sad.
But one day I'm going to go driving with my friends and we're going to listen to The Smiths and I can bet we'll feel infinite.
I finished "Love, Stargirl", too, and it was SO much better than "Stargirl".
Stargirl actually seemed real. It was amazing. It was one of those books where you felt like crying, not because it was sad, but because it was so spectacularly amazing, but you didn't cry because the warm fuzzies you got from reading the book have made you too happy.
:) I feel like being sappy right now. It's been a good day, full of chocolate cake, reading, family bonding, Freddie Mercury, and dad time.
"The Show Must Go On" is seriously the greatest song ever written.
Just like hyperbole is the best thing EVER.
But really. I listen to it a lot and feel depressed, but also happy because I love the song.
I've been listening to "Mr. Brightside" a lot, too. It makes me happy every time I listen to it. Seriously, I can't help but smile.
And "Stars" from "Les Miserables". Javert might be a rule-following psycho, but for that one song he becomes my favorite character. And then darn Valjean has to sing again, so I get distracted. But it's so simple.
Rambling rambling rambling.
It just seems good right now.
I'm going to help with the little kids' Sunday School, because I missed it after my parents stopped teaching it.
What, they need helpers?
Sorry, youth band.
Apparently Steve will feel guilty for years and years if I don't join.
I was thinking about it.
But why spend time with cocky junior high boys who try to sing low and like to jump over tables (don't ask) when I could be taking Ethan on missions to find his family or petting multiple "puppies"?
I'm going to bed in a REALLY good mood. That means tomorrow will either be a really good day or a really bad one.
Oh, and I was wrong about my history teacher. But we'll see how that class goes.

Multitasking is not allowed.

Yeah, thanks.
I probably shouldn't complain about my internet when I'm making it more difficult by having 6 windows open at a time. Ha HA!
Mr. Kovacs always said it was impossible to multitask, because you can't have your full attention on more than one thing at once, so you're just flipping back and forth between projects while subconciously doing others.
And he didn't reccomend it, because you ended up doing a sloppy job on everything.
But who cares?
Anyway, he was supposed to teach me math, not life lessons.
And he taught math rather well.
And I was surprised to find he was an Anti-Gore conservative.
Not to mention a Christian! Cool!
So is another math teacher at Oly, but I haven't had him yet...and I don't want him. :P
My mom and I had a really good talk about stuff. William's at Great Wolf Lodge with a friend and Dad's in THE ZONE, so he doesn't feel like socializing.
In fact, he's MULTITASKING by listening to a recording of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" while painting William's room a girly shade of red.
William doesn't know yet.
But my mom read an article in Christianity Today that made a case for early marriage.
Because your bodies are ready to make babies and most guys are just going to go out and bang someone anyway.
Um...okay?
And then the author said stuff that sort of contradicted his argument.
Like, there's a shortage of young Christian men.
....
All right, but doesn't that mean you should wait.
No, his point was you need to snatch one up before another girl gets him.
Oh. Well, that's comforting. No pressure.
And he didn't hold guys to any standard whatsoever.
Cuz, you know, guys need to get it out SOMEhow.
But that's not really fair.
If a guy messes up ("I just couldn't help it!"): Aw, shucks. Well, at least you tried. We know how HARD it was for you.
If a girl messes up ("I just couldn't help it!"): What do you MEAN you couldn't help it? You should have prayed! You obviously don't trust God enough! Harlot!
My dad gets mad whenever I say this because he thinks I'm taking a feminist approach and am being unfair to young men, because it's harder for them.
Yeah. And it is harder.
But it's also true that a young Christian man "made a mistake", but a young Christian girl will be forgiven, but can never get her virginity back.
I don't know. There's more emphasis put on a girl's virginity and how vastly important it is.
That word isn't used as much around guys. The focus is just "staying pure" in general.
It might not sound like a big difference, but it is.
Argh, and the stupid Catholic argument against birth control still drives me insane!
Onan spilled his semen because he was selfish and knew the kid he fathered wouldn't be considered his; it would be his brother's kid.
It's not as if he was like, "Oh, well, I don't think I'm financially ready to have a child! And my career's just taking off, and I don't feel like staying home and raising kids, not to mention changing diapers."
And how Catholics think birth control is "evil" and "sinning", but other Christians look down on it, because the couple using it "obviously doesn't trust God enough NOT to give him a child". "He's in charge of your fertility, isn't he? Why can't you trust that he WON'T give you a kid?"
That's a fairly valid point, but it's also like saying, "You have cancer and you're STILL taking chemo? Don't you trust that God will heal you without all that?"
Why WOULDN'T you take efforts to heal yourself??
And you wouldn't want to take a chance if you're UNABLE to care for this child, like, gee, struggling financially? Or already have A BILLION KIDS?
And some couples feel convicted, that God has planned for them to have a *cough* LARGE number of children.
But that's not the case for everyone.
Argh. It seems like I can't post anymore without it becoming a crazy emotional rant of some kind about "beliefs" and "what it means to be American"...
...or something to that degree.
I think.
I need to get it out! Otherwise, my brain will explode!
Today was...a REALLY good day.
Except for it suddenly getting really hot in the little kid's room. And it was pretty stifling in the gym.
But I was in a strangely good mood today. Like...giddy and bubbly. Rather strange.
Anyway, we went down to Kidstuf and sang songs (which the kids hated and refused to dance to while all the teens dance maniacally) and explained what happened on the trip.
It seemed a TAD pointless (most of them were in 1st grade and none of them were listening...), but it was fun.
Then lunch, with the sun shining, then girl talk, and such.
I don't know. Good day.
Okay, there's more: another rant coming up.
My mom and I were still on the subject of marriage when we got onto compatibility, and it turns out COMPATIBIILITY DOESN'T MATTER.
Because, while it might help, even a relationship between two "soul mates" won't work if they're not willing to put in the effort.
Ha, like Pastor Barry. "Love isn't a feeling. It's hard work!"
And relationships between "incompatible" couples end up turning into amazing, loving marriages.
Like, gee...my parents? Exact opposites.
Oh, and my grandparents.
Which sort of debunks the theory that my "soulmate" is an ENFJ.
Oh well.
Which means I'll end up marrying an ESTJ.
YES!!!
Awwwww......this quote is sort of adorable.
Or possibly the cutest thing I've heard in a long time.
"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." -Dr. Seuss

Sunday morning fun

My mom and dad had to teach the 4 and 5 year-old Sunday school today.
Apparently, it wasn't a positive experience.
My mom is FREAKING OUT. She has a problem with one of the other teachers, who thinks little kids should have structure and discipline.
Well, yeah. To a point. But little kids don't do well with crazy amounts of structure. They rebel.
And she also has a different opinion than I do of chaos and disorder.
A FEW THINGS weren't put in their proper place, but they weren't cluttering up the room, and it looked FINE, like a nursery/Sunday School room is supposed to look.
But a few things out of place for her is disorder and chaos.
Whatever. I'm just a slob.
And she's lived with the ultimate neat freak for 20 years.
But still.
Anyway.
Primetime was interesting.
It's weird. Coming back from Stateside, I made all these "connections" and now I really feel like a part of the youth group.
And, surprisingly enough, I ENJOY Primetime now!
I don't know about Thrive, which was always the bane of my existence, since it hasn't been going on for a while, but Primetime is great.
Sort of.
All these "connections" and new friendships?
Unfortunately, we're all hiding out back in our little groups.
Ahem, cliques.
But I've got one, too.
And it's not like they're all being rude on purpose, and I'm not exactly initiating anything.
And some people are making an effort, which is...really nice.
But it's how the youth group has always been, and that's what I was always complaining about before.
It just seems sad that I spend 10 days with these people and get to know some of them really well, and want to CONTINUE to get to know them, but how can I if we don't really cross paths even when we go to the same church?
There's always FACEBOOK. But really. A little face to face time would be nice.
I just don't want to be stuck in the same lonely group I'm in now. I love my friends, but not all of them want to branch out.
Other than that...
Good sermon, Ben.
He said something along the lines of our feelings might trust God or think he's faithful, but we should always believe that he's faithful and loves us. Our emotions will follow.
I love how Ben always acknowledges "feelings", and how we're not abnormal for having them. They just HAPPEN. And I'm not even talking about ROMANTIC feelings, though he mentions those quite a bit (he thinks those are bull, though).
Unlike some T pastors I might mention.
ENFPs and INFPs of the world UNITE!
I'm going to join the junior group in Thrive again this year, since I actually belong there this time.
Partly because I finally have friends of my own that aren't kindly older kids...but mostly because Bess is gone.
Yes, I'll say it. She's gone. And I'm GLAD.
I know part of my deal with the youth group was my fault, since I made sure I didn't fit in.
But she made me feel like I didn't fit in. And she continued to do it the entire time I was there.
And her job is to make people feel welcome. Right. Thanks. You're an inspiration.
My brother's leaving tomorrow. :/ And I won't get to see him a lot, even at holidays.
He's been here for the entire summer and I was getting used to having him back.
But I guess we're replacing him?
We might be getting a 16-year-old Vietnamese exchange student.
She'll be going to the college, though, so I won't see her at school.
I'm a little bit like, "Crap." Because every time we had Japanese students, even for just three days, it took me forever to get to know them and I withdrew and they withdrew even more because they were all so SHY and POLITE, so that could prove difficult.
But it's a GIRL who'll be living with us long time, and if it's a good fit...who knows? It could be like the sister I never had.
Could be.
Could be.
Argh.
I need some depressing French music.
I AM WARNING YOU JAVERT! I'M A STRONGER MAN BY FAR! THERE IS POWER IN ME YET, MY RACE IS NOT YET RUN!
Fun times.
Playmobil soap opera? Tempting, tempting.
Myeah...not a bunch of bad ideas...LET'S DO IT!

Baby, we're not buying

It seems that just when I think everything is good and I've got it all figured out, Ben points out something I've done wrong.
Not that he means to.
But he often knows what he's talking about...more so than I do.
And apparently I can't share my feelings with anyone without crying.
Woo, estrogen!!
No wonder my dad freaks out at me a lot.
Yeah.
"So Close" by John McLaughlin is my favorite song right now. It's adorable...and driving me crazy.
My favorite part of "Enchanted" is when Patrick Dempsey starts singing that song to Amy Adams, and she starts crying.
And then Idina Menzel and James Marsden cut in.
The sermon was so good today. It was about Hannah and her problems conceiving, and how much Elkanah loved her.
And Pastor Barry actually made it possible for us to feel sorry for the other wife, who was so mean to Hannah.
I mean, you would be mean to her, too, if your husband didn't love you.
Not to excuse it, or anything.
And then Hannah's desire for a son was a God-given desire...but he'd closed her wound and was waiting for his timing.
Then, when she gave up her first born, he blessed her 5 times over, with 5 more kids she hadn't even expected.
The people behind me had a 4-year-old daughter and they started crying.
And then they sang some really good songs. I love Sundays.

Grandma's cookies? There is no Grandma!!

Mrs. Freshley's makes the best cakes. Instead of Twinkies, she makes RED VELVET creme cakes, which are like Twinkies, but BETTER. And her Swiss Rolls are tastier, but I don't know quite why.
So many people are gone on the Youth Missions Trip that Sunday School feels empty. Worship team had a whopping three people on it today, including William.
My mom let me drive around the mall parking lot for almost an hour yesterday. It was definitely easier and more fun without my driving instructor breathing down my neck about EVERY LITTLE THING. Oh, and there were no other cars around, so I wasn't scared about stop signs and running into people.
Has anyone else totally zoned out during church? I do it all the time during Sunday School (depending on the speaker), but I look repentant, so no one notices.

What can I say? I like tubes...and I like you!!

Oh, that Neil Ciciriega!
"Hello, my sweet ducklings."
Yesterday was my parent's 22nd anniversary.
22 years.
That's a long time.
And eHarmony says opposites don't work out.
It was weird, though, because they took us out to Applebee's (Why they would rather spend time with their kids than have a romantic dinner alone together is beyond me). Nathan and Mom both ordered steak, Dad and I both ordered cheeseburgers, and William, the Love Child, ordered shrimp.
It's weird how menu choices correspond with personalities.
"Vantage Point" is a SWEET movie. I usually hate action movies, but this one was SO AWESOME.
It was also sort of confusing, because the movie kept rewinding to 12:00 to go from a different character's point of view.
It was pretty sad, though, because practically everyone died.
There, I said it.
Now it's spoiled.
Forrest Whitaker is the MAN!
Run, Forrest, run!
They wouldn't let us sit on the couch in Sunday School. How lame is that? So we moved up to the front row.
There's nothing more uncomfortable than sitting in the front row. It always feels like the person up front is looking RIGHT. AT. YOU.
And you feel vulnerable.
"You guys can come up front if you want. *looks meaningfully at front row*"
"Um, no, that's REALLY okay, we like it HERE. *glares meaningfully back*"

Compiling the perfect summer playlist

Not that my music collection is all that extensive.
But it's pretty fun with the songs/artists I DO have.
I'm trying to decide whether or not I should add Hannah Montana, but none of her songs really work.
Ugh, I just added some Rocket Summer. GROSS.
17 songs so far.
Aww, I'm doing this thing with my itunes where I listen to all the songs in order of when they were last played, so I don't want to mess it up and listen to this playlist.
Phooey.
Because you know how I am about my ipod.
I'll try to avoid Atreyu and "The King and I" soundtrack.
Beatles...yay or nay??
I want some of their good stuff. Not that "Magical Mystery Tour" wasn't smashing or anything. But...it seems I'm more of a "Across the Universe" Beatles fan.
I heard "Come Together" on the radio the other day and was like, "OMG, BEATLES!"

You Are Pretty Charming

While you're not a natural charmer, you can be charming when you want to be. And lucky for those around you, you usually feel like turning on the charm. You project a happy, calm image - even when you're feeling the exact opposite. You make people feel great about being around you... though you're not always up for putting in the effort.

Are You Charming?

Blogthings has been posting a lot more regularly now, and that's pretty great.
Even if the quizzes aren't that accurate.
Lol, should I add "Roxanne" by the police??
Yesterday, the sermon was about Rahab the prostitute (in Sunday school, not in regular church. That wouldn't have gone over well.), so William and I were singing "Roxanne", and the new version "Rahab".
Rahab...you don't have to put out that red cord.
Agh, so my playlist finally has 35 SONGS.
Now I need to do some cleaning.
Hey, I only used 3 FOB songs. Trust me, that's, like, impossible for me.
Just deleted "My Boyfriend's Back".
Aw, I wish.

You Are Break Dancing

You are a rebel and a rule breaker. You are uniquely you, and you expressing your individuality. And while you're different and a bit weird, you're no slacker. You're extremely hard working. Having unusual talents is not as easy as it looks!

What Dance Are You?

Okay, deleting more oldies.
Should I delete the song about the suave boy from NYC or the couple getting it on under the boardwalk??
Ugh, "Let's Twist Again" by Chubby Checker fits the mood, but it's SOOO cliche`. (How come I can never find those stupid punctuations?? Stupid French.)
And, to tell the truth, "Wild One" by Bobby Rydell is the coolest song ever.
Okay. Bye bye, Chubby Checker.
I'm keeping the song about the boardwalk tryst. Because they talk about sun and hot dogs...among other things.
Of my three Disney songs, only "All Star" remains.
Down to 30 now.
Three FOB songs: "Of All the Gin Joints in the World", "Thriller", and "Chicago is So Two Years Ago".
Hmmmmm...bad breakup song...gone.
Two songs by the same name...but one sucks.
Ha ha, hasta la vista, McFly.
Took off some not strictly summer songs. 26 now.
Tie is being pouty. She wants to be held and played with at the same time, which is virtually impossible, as she jumps around when she plays.
I'm trying to get down to 18 or 20. Which should GO??
Two "High School Musical 2" songs. "What Time Is It" is sort of an opening opener, but I don't know.
Forget Zac Efron. Ashley Tisdale stays.
HALLELUJAH! 19 songs, and I didn't use anything by Atreyu or FM Static.
Now for the order.
I love these shorts. For realz.
Okay, finished it. There's sort of a story. A weird, nonsensical nonlinear story.
1. "Friday Night", Slick Shoes
2. "We've Only Just Begun", Run Kid Run
3. "Luckie St.", Cartel
4. "Great Escape", Boys Like Girls
5. "Bring 'Em Out", Hawk Nelson
6. "Of All the Gin Joints in the World", Fall Out Boy
7. "Another Girl, Another Planet", Blink-182
8. "Wild One", Bobby Rydell
9. "All Star", Smash Mouth
10. "Girlfriend", Avril Lavigne
11. "Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast in America (Featuring Patrick Stump)", Gym Class Heroes
12. "Cadillac Phunque", Family Force 5
13. "Saturday", Olivia the Band
14. "Saturday in the Park", Chicago
15. "Fabulous", Ashley Tisdale
16. "Rio de Janeiro", Ugly Duckling
17. "Walking on Sunshine", Jump5 (oh yes, I went there)
18. "Accidentally In Love", Counting Crows
19. "Under the Boardwalk", The Drifters
All done!! Now off to other things...like...sleeping.
Good books: "Born Too Short: The Confessions of an Eighth-Grade Basket Case" by Dan Elish and "I Can't Tell You" by Hilary Frank.
"I Can't Tell You" was good, but sad. Like, not TRAGIC sad, just..."I wish it were a happier ending." :( But it was semi-hopeful. Just a little offsetting and depressing.
"Born Too Short" was cute and funny, though. Very well-written.
Anything by Daniel Ehrenraft is good, too.

Hell is other people

Lethal combination:
Very little sleep + PMS + negative feelings = torture
The Sunday School drama continues. So I skipped it today. And I only felt a little bit guilty.
Come on, I spent the entire time reading "My Utmost for His Highest" by Oswald Chambers.
So basically, it's not just that I hate Sunday School; it's also that I AM the stuck-up unfriendly b*tch everyone thinks I am, and I could care less about making friends.
Not like I'm proud of it, but skipping Sunday School might become a normal occurance.
Jessica's party was fun, though. We watched "I Am Legend" and messed around in the hot tub talking about the freshmen and stuff.
"I Am Legend" wasn't that scary, just really intense. Too bad Bob Smithouser spoiled the entire thing for me. Whatever. It was good. SAM!!! "Sam, protect Daddy!"
Cake. Monkeys. Shells. Sweet. Yeah, baby.
Don't ask.
Aaagh, my dad listened to my shuffle up to 444!!!
Ha, Josh Groban.
Hey, we saw Matt and Anita (and Katie) at church. They're thinking about going there from now on (thinking being the operative word). Cool.

Moisturizers and Vitamin E!

WSU is losing to UNC. So sad.
Today was our last basketball game, and we lost (big surprise), so we ended with 2-10. I'm going to miss basketball and everything, even though track is coming up, but I'm not sad about getting away from this team. Some of them players I'd love to play with again, but I'm tired of getting more flak than anyone else for making the same mistakes they're making.
Coach let me start today, though, so that's cool.
Argh, just want school to be OVER. I don't think I can stand 6 hours and 40 more minutes of school tomorrow. The teachers don't actually want to teach us anything, and everyone's going crazy. Who cares about microwaves and light frequency? Who cares about healthy relationships? Who cares about conjugating "faire", dissecting "Lord of the Flies", and normal distributions?
Actually, I care about normal distributions.
Mmm, Bratz fruit snacks are pretty delicious.
Okay, e-mail insists on being totally ridiculous. I haven't read a single e-mail since Tuesday because it's loading so SLOW. It can't even load 2 kilobyte e-mails.
Actually, Spring Break doesn't look fun either because I'll be stuck with my extended family all weekend at the beach. Sure, it's Ocean Shores, but that means driving and bonding and NO SLEEPING IN.
And we're staying till Sunday, so no church.
Someone shoot me.

Wow, you're wrong.

You know how adults think they know what's going on with a group of teenagers and decide to lecture you about it, and you're sitting there, blinking stupidly, and you have NO idea what they're talking about. In other words, Sunday School was REALLY fun today. -_- I guess the majority of us don't really get into worship, and it's assumed that it's because we're in conflict with others.
I'm thinking it has to do with the worship team.
So that wasn't very fun. And they ended EARLY, so I had to wait in the cold for my brother.
On the bright side, we didn't have to sing!!!
I suppose that makes me a really horrible person.
The end of the year is coming so fast!!! We're already discussing ASB budget for next year (and possibly the next four years as well!!!), the end of the year awards assembly, sophomore classes, and FRESHMAN!!!
So now I'm worried about getting a date for a dance that's two months away. Brilliant.
I don't even have a dress.
Is it really sad that a junior high dance is more nerve-wracking than being in charge of several assemblies?
The Princess Diaries Sims: Helen had TWINS, which doesn't exactly follow the book AT ALL, but thankfully one of them was a boy, so I named him Rocky (of course). The other was Rose, because I remember Mr. Gianini wanting to name his daughter that.
The Greeks would want me to go to NYU.

Jessica Seinfeld lied to me

I bought all the stupid ingredients for her stupid cupcakes, mixed them all together, greased the pans, timed the oven, etc.
And what do I get?
A bunch of bland muffinlike objects covered in a nasty frosting, and if I were a kid, I definitely would NOT have been fooled by these imposters. Maybe Jessica's kids were, but they're sugar deprived and eat their vegetables like little angels and have probably never eaten a Twinkie in their life. Freaks.
Ha, we went to the library yesterday and I found a book called, "It's not the Stork!" which taught your children the TRUTH about where babies come from. In it were pictures of little boys and girls without pants on looking down at their boy/girl parts, fetuses, and *GASP* A NAKED MAN AND WOMAN HUGGING IN BED! AND YOU KNOW WHAT HUGGING LEADS TO!!! I thought the book handled the sex bit pretty well, because you can't just tell a 7-year-old what goes on in the bedroom, but come on: they explained sex as what happens when a man and a woman get too close. Well, they were a little more specific than that (so specific my mom forbid me to say it to ANYONE), but if I were a little kid, I'd still be confused. They followed up that paragraph with another one saying that you were too young to learn about sex anyway. Oh, okay then.
Bah, Sunday School. It's like sitting in church for another whole hour. The pastor's cool and everything, but honestly? I'd rather be at home. I still haven't gone to regular youth group, but if it's like Sunday School, I might just shoot myself. At least I have a chance to go this week, because it's a home game, so my mom doesn't have to drive 1000 miles to pick me up from Sedgwick or whatever.
It's perfect track weather outside. I wish track season started now, because when it does start, it'll be back to cold and rain and wet grass. I hate Washington.
And groundhogs, come to think of it.

Kotex lied to me (My butt is large and unsatisfactory)

I was going to write a song with that title, but I didn't.
That could almost be a Fall Out Boy song...if Fall Out Boy was an angry girl band.
Yeah. I haven't really posted. I've been...busy, I guess. I don't know where I've been.
This four day weekend seems ridiculously short. I think it was because for half of it I had basketball practice. LAME. None tomorrow, though.
Today was the last day of the "Rekindling the Romance" series at church, thank God. Now I don't ever have to hear about the marriage bed ever again. Hopefully, anyway.
I went to Sunday school, finally. It was okay. The message was cool and I really liked the speaker ("Aw...my heart flutters every time I see him..."), but it was like sitting in another hour of church. I knew a couple people, but I didn't want to say hi to any of them. I talked to one person the entire time. Who says I'm not social?
Ow. Ows. It's like my stomach hurts 24/7 now. Better than my hip, though.
Rereading Princess Diaries!!! Was trying to figure out which one was best. Time for another list.

1. Princess In Love (awwww...)
2. Princess Mia (DEMOCRACY! JP!!!)
3. Party Princess (Mostly because of Fat Louie's Pink Butthole)
4. Princess Diaries (the original one, which I first listened on tape, read by Anne Hathaway)
5. Princess in Pink (PROM!!)
6. Princess in Training (Except for Michael being a sex addict, it was pretty funny. And she became president of the sophomore class. w00t.)
7. Princess on the Brink (At least she broke up with Michael)
8. Princess in the Spotlight (JoCrox was the only cool part)
9. Princess in Waiting (70 pages of her stay in Genovia? So boring)

Yeah, I didn't count any of the 4 1/2's or whatever. That was invigorating. Crap, I have to go.

"I'm glad that Bryce Larkin is dead...

...and isn't in my bedroom making out with my new girlfriend."
Ow, my hip hurts. I saw last Monday's episode of "Chuck" last night and it was really good. Bryce is really hot, and I wish he was in more than one episode. Besides the pilot. I hate Anna, though.
More books for the list.
10. "Dairy Queen" by Catherine Gilbert Murdock
Summary: 15-year-old D. J. Schwenk joins the high school football team to her father's chagrin.
Lol, I love cows. And I was obsessed with Brian for a long time afterwards. The sequel, "The Off Season", is just as good, if not better.

11. "The Princess Diaries" by Meg Cabot
Summary: Mia Thermopolis finds out her father is a prince, making her a princess, and learns to deal with the changes that follow.
The rest of the series sucks (it's really good up until #4. Or maybe #6, because #5 was pretty good.), but this book cracks me up. I want combat boots.

12. "Home of the Brave" by Katherine Applegate
Summary: Kek, a refugee from Sudan, comes to Minnesota to live with his aunt and cousin and learns growing up isn't always easy.
I just finished this book today, and it's written in poetry format, so it's a pretty quick read, and Kek is hilarious. Oh, and he likes cows.

Yeah, I'm a little obsessed. I read like 4 books today. We skipped church because it snowed again. But then the stupid rain came and had to wash it all away, so there's probably going to be school tomorrow. Aargh, I HATE Washington. HATE it. I'm either going to move somewhere where it doesn't rain or snow or somewhere that snows every day, but doesn't rain. Is that even possible?
Do do do do. Ugh, I reread "Avalon: Circles in the Stream" and it was a painful experience.
I think Family Force 5 counts as Christmas music.

Super secret Pastor Matt post

Aaargh. I just realized I REALLY hate the song "Daring Daylight Escape". I mean, the song I guess is fine, but wth?? That is one of the dumbest titles I've ever heard.
So I'm simultaneously pouting and drinking a pumpkin milkshake with sour cream, which is both good and bad, depending on the sip taken.
I don't know, I should've seen it coming, because people that leave the church receive a black mark and are usually shunned, but I didn't think I'd actually be shunned. By an adult, too. Wtf??
Just brings back BAAAAD memories of 4th/5th grade musicals. Yeah, so most of you know what this is about. Aaargh, just made me POed that I wasn't even considered. I didn't exactly reply to the e-mail, but not even considered? At all? Even a little bit??
Yeah. That was the one blemish on my otherwise pleasant Sunday. Yeah, I ACTUALLY had a good Sunday. What a concept. So I'll probably get over it way fast, seeing as I might possibly have a new oppurtunity with the worship team. At least, I'm hoping. Because I don't think they'll take a trombone player, but I can sort of carry a tune. So jealous of that bass player, he's sooooo good, do you do private lessons?? Yeah I guess I'm getting a bass for Christmas? That's pretty cool. I want to pick it out, though. Embarass my dad, too, and get a bright pink one. Then I'll apply a unicorn decal.
I like how I sort of wasted my four day weekend. Oh well. It was nice while it lasted. Now back to stupid Pre-AP. And maybe the science test. I hope, because I've gotten so many false alarms it's not even funny.
I think tomorrow, after I watch "Hairspray" again, I'm going to lock myself in my room and finish "Watership Down" and all the "book letters" I have left to do.
Oh yeah, speaking of books, I finished "Dreamcatcher", and it was really good. I was surprised to find that I actually liked it. The volley of F-words was kind of annoying, but it was a really good story, and wth one of the main characters at the end mentions God in a positive sense? Not your typical Stephen King story!! Aaah the weasels. I may never sit on a toilet again. And I'm probably never drinking water, either, in case it's been infected by a dead dog. Just saying. That spoiled some of the ending.
Aaaaaaaaah, best book I ever read, "24 girls in 7 days". Yeah, sounds perverted, but it's about the prom, and it's surprisingly well written and hilarious. And the ending was so good. It moved me.
Yeah. I have to sleep. Or watch TV. Not sure.

Sunday, or how I missed my one oppurtunity to talk to a french guy because I didn't want to look like a moron.

Marie got me this book called "The Writer's Block". I think I said that before.
So I finally summoned the guts to try it out, and opened to a page that said, "Write about the first time you defied your parents."
o.O
How am I supposed to remember? And it was embarassing even writing about it, because of course my family's "Christian", so I'm a "good kid" and the worst thing I've ever done is steal my friend's candy.
Not like I'm going to go smoke pot just to spice up my life a little bit, but I hate it when I'm sitting around with friends and they decide to randomly ask, "What's the worst thing you've ever done?"
....
Um...get born?
But that whole tiny paragraph transformed into a huge rant about how mad I am at some people. Now that I've got THAT out of my system, there is less of a chance that the next time I see this person they will become a bloody mass on the ground.
Only I don't actually want them dead. I don't know....
So Marie, if I kill somebody, this is totally your fault.
But I still don't have any idea of how to edit my stupid writing project because there's three major parts that really SUCK right now and I don't actually want to WRITE. I like this idea and if I leave it alone too long it will fizzle and I'll be dead and sobbing over lost characters, but really? I'd rather write a shallow fanfic about dead Fred. Heh. That rhymed.
And I freaking hate it when I see old teachers that are all, "Oh, are you still writing? You were such a good writer!" Um, no. "Why not?" Because I take myself way too seriously.
Aaaaaargh.
And I have nothing to WRITE ABOUT.
I like the self-deprecating sentence I wrote in the rant, tho. But I probably shouldn't put it here in case it tarnishes all of y'alls perception of me as "the good kid".
Btw, Barnes and Nobles sucks.
And my mom blew me off and used "introvert" as an insult.
And they wonder why I have no self-esteem....