Good haul. Excellent haul this year.

My mom made me drive to Tacoma today.
-_-
It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it was definitely very irritating sitting in the car with two parents who thought my tense shoulders and annoyed expression were due to extreme nervousness rather than extreme anger.
Because it's really annoying having your mom sit in the passenger seat going, "Slow down. Speed up. Okay, speed up a little.... Okay, okay.... Lauren! Are you paying attention? He's merging! Okay, just STAY IN THIS LANE. STAY IN THIS LANE. STAY IN THIS LANE. What are you doing? Make a lane change."
And then my dad decided to compliment my driving whilst clinging desperately to the back seat.
Yes, Dad. My peripheral vision is THAT good.
Too bad that, regarding love languages, "Words of Encouragement" is bumped down to #4, right next to "Acts of Service", when I'm driving.
Ironically, we were listening to The Ting Ting's "Shut up and let me go".
But we made it, and now I've completed 7 hours of driving time.
Only 43 more hours to go.
My birthday was fairly EXCELLENT, by the way. Not to brag. It just was. And all my teachers liked my birthday chicken.
I got three of those, along with a pretty awesome promise ring, some giftcards, and a cross necklace.
Then I got more practical gifts from family.
But they all came in pink, which I'm sorry to say I really like.
The party was pretty cool, but things got kind of out-of-hand with a game of Truth or Dare when the sheltered people refused to answer Truths, but didn't want to take part in Dares (yet still insisted on playing?), and then a couple that had broken up a week previous "got back together" and made things awkward and confusing for everyone (especially the guy's Tolo date. Yeah, I know.).
Other than that, though, it was fun.
And there's no school tomorrow, which might just be the best birthday present of them all.
No car, but there's always next year.
And until then, I have a pretty sweet Buick LeSabre I can run you over with.
16 is looking good so far.
I can now legally get drunk in Germany on their crappy German beer! Woooo!

I've been living a lie...THERE'S NOTHING INSIDE!!!

I've become obsessed with personalities and people in general!
It's completely fascinating. Others might not think so, but I do.
And there's a whole website dedicated to understand temperament, personality type, and your role in the workplace. It's AWESOME!
Yes. I was salivating over it in the computer lab today.
And though percentages have changed since the late 1960's, INFJ is the rarest personality and ISTJ is the most common.
I'll make a pie chart or something.
Seriously. This is way cool.
Stay tuned!
Crap, I have a research draft due tomorrow.
And I've done little to no research.
And there's math.
But no French.
For ONCE.
MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND THERE WERE PACKAGES IN THE MAIL THAT I WASN'T ALLOWED TO OPEN!!!!!
Do you know what that means?
PACKAGES!!!! PRESENTS!!!! PARCELS!!!
GIFTS!!!
I have an evil plan involving seduction and a low cut sweater.
Take that, Mr. Darcy.

Very funny. Please stop.

Your Friendship Style is Independent

You love your friends, but you don't always need them as much as they need you. You like to do your own thing. Sometimes this means taking a break from your friends and carving your own path. As long as your friends give you the space you need, you are happy to be there for them whenever you can. Your friends lean on you for advice and problem solving. You tend to be "the rock." You and an Empathetic Friend: Go well together. Your Empathetic Friend understand and accepts you... but may be too needy sometimes. You and a Gregarious Friend: Get along well, as long as your Gregarious Friend is happy to only see you occasionally. You and another Independent Friend: Have a love / hate thing going on. When you agree, things are blissful. However, more often than not, you butt heads. You and a Philosophical Friend: Are somewhat a matter of opposites attract. You're both thinkers, but you think very differently.

What's Your Friendship Style?

"West Coast Smoker" is my new favorite song.
Because he feels sorry for the suicidal cats.
They have to kill themselves 9 times before they get it right.
Ha ha ha ha.
My birthday's in 2 days!!
George Michaels.
How does "Crush" translate to "George" in French?
And "Squirt" to "Tortillon"?
We were watching "Finding Nemo".
I'm sorry, "Trouver Nemo".
Eartha Kitt is dead. That's terrible.
But "Monotonous" makes me want to punch her in the face.
Even though she's dead.
Curse you, Mr. Darcy.
"Pride and Prejudice" is ruining my life, and making me completely paranoid.
But at least I understand the unit circle.
I mean, that's always something.
Our group for Solo Ensemble is so amazing. We turned everything into quarter notes and left out the rests. It sounded so amazing. People were staring at us.
And not in a good way.
But they were just jealous.

The keyboard: I know it well

You Are "alt"

Some people might find you to be strange, mysterious, and even a bit off putting. You tend to be drawn to and influenced by alternative lifestyles. You're definitely not normal. Once people get to know you, they realize you're interesting, intriguing, and very intelligent. You have a lot of knowledge stored in that big brain of yours. Most of it is useless knowledge, but some of it is very useful.

What Keyboard Key Are You?

I know for a fact I have been hint-y, but when people inquire as to what has made me so incensed, I'm all vague, and, "Oh, nothing."
If you've ever experienced this with me or anyone, I sincerely apologize.
Because now I know how annoying it is.
All my friends are kind of depressed.
But life goes on.
Which is really kind of depressing.
Hopefully the Crazee Chickens will cheer them up.
Because nothing cheers people up like a Crazee Chicken.
They were out of yellow, though, so they'll have to make do with taupe and off-white.
Black and pink decorations.
Kind of anti-party, yet too trendy teenage girl.
Oh well. Not everything can be perfect.
My mom thinks I'm part of a Mr. Darcy situation.
I hope with all my heart and soul that I'm not.
Seriously. I hate that guy SO much.
Which apparently means true love.
That area of my life is already very complicated. Threefold.
My cup runneth over. But not my bra size.
Because that would be just wrong.

Goo goo g'joob

It turns out those are the real lyrics to "I am the Walrus".
It's freezing.
Today was my little brother's 13th birthday.
So he's technically a teenager now.
And he's doing well at junior high, so he should be more popular than Nathan and I combined in about 2 years.
But we had planned to go to Outback...and it was closed.
So we went to Red Robin and watched someone drop a huge bucket of dirty cups.
The cups went everywhere.
Some broke.
That poor guy's job is history.
Unless they take it out of his paycheck.
My dad was pretty incredulous.
"They can do that???"
Um, yes.
Joe Cocker is so cool.
I wish I could dance like him.
Timothy T. Mitchum was probably the best singer in the movie...and they killed him!
Jim Sturgess is pretty cute, but it sort of looks like he's eating Evan Rachel Woods' face.
Poor Prudence.