CLOSURE CLOSURE CLOSURE

One of the fantastic differences between Judgers and Perceivers: Judgers need closure and if they don't have it they will hyperventilate and die. Perceivers really DON'T CARE.
Which is what happened when my mom asked if I would like to get together with my friend this afternoon, and I mistakenly said yes.
BOOM! Now there are all sorts of decisions to be made! What time should this take place? What are you going to do? Would this require transportation? Do you need money? Do either of you like cheesecake? Would she like to stay for dinner? CALL HER.
I just got home. I'd rather be a good introverted perceiver and recharge from all my socializing while pretending decisions don't need to be made and deadlines don't exist.
Anyway. That was kind of the theme of "Spectacular!":
Selfish ISFP wannabe rockstar is kicked out of his own band, and strikes a deal with desperate ESTJ show choir leader: if he agrees to be their male soloist and helps them win at Nationals, she will give him half the prize money (which he will then use to pay for his own demo).
It was terribly acted and had a cheesy plot riddled with cliches.
And it was a musical.
In other words: fabulous.
Nickelodeon does better movies because, unlike Disney, they don't consider "butt" a cussword and have the female lead make witty comments about the villain's weight.
Tee hee.
The morals weren't all that positive, though. Screw authority! Do what you want to do! Blame corporate America! Judgers are tightwads who always need a schedule! Be a Perceiver and go with the flooooooow!
Fun times.
I finished "Every Young Woman's Battle".
Yay! A Christian book that doesn't shy away from sex or insist on telling stupid allegories about sexual purity!
They got fairly graphic, but only a little bit. And they made good points, but didn't condemn those who'd had sex before. They ALSO (thank God) didn't act all condescending and imply that the "sinners" were forgiven, but God would always remember the nasty, dirty, rotten little tarty things they'd done before.
*cough* Christy Miller *cough*
The author herself had had sort of a bad past, and she said, "I'm telling you this because I wish I'd known." But she's married with two kids and finally happy, and she's trying to show girls that they can be happy, too, rather than sneering self-righteously at them and telling that, even though he SHOULDN'T, God would "forgive" you.
*cough* Pastor Jim *cough*
The last few chapters were cool, too. It talked about marriage, Christian guys' perspective on girls, and true love, which, surprisingly, ISN'T A FEELING. That explains a lot. When I was reading it, I was looking at the things it said about "relationships" (still hate that word) and what you need to have to be ready for one, and I'm not even close, so I'm putting my purity ring to good use and am not going to date. I lost two really good guy friends by trying to rush into Coupledom, so I'm going to spare myself the drama and focus on my relationship with God instead.
Which sounds just as self-righteous and condescending as the people I described.
But I don't mind.
As long as I don't grow up to be Christy Miller.
"God is awesome. OMG TODD! God who?"

STRENGTHS FINDER!! FIND YOUR STRENGTHS!

My mom bought "Strengths Finder 2.0" and I just took the test.
My top 5 strengths are:
1. Adaptability
2. Empathy
3. Intellection
4. Connectedness
5. Developer
I was sort of skeptical of the first one, but it actually seems to fit.
Connectedness and Developer...not so much.
Some of the descriptions fit, but they make me sound like Locke on "Lost".
EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON!!!!
And Developers sound like coaches. Like Mr. Freeman. Like Coach Allen.
But everything is scarily accurate.
Some of the phrases jumped out at me, and I was like, "THAT'S ME!"
Sort of like that ice-breaker game they have you play at camp.
Stuff has been happening.
Yes. Stuff. Nothing important, hence the informative noun and lack of adjectives.
Chris read the poem from "10 Things I Hate About You" a few days ago for his poetry presentation. It was genius. I did Classic Crime's "Headlights" and it didn't go over so well, so I was jealous.
Janessa's a big sister...four months early. But the baby's doing okay.
Charlie, Jake, and I were in the back seat of Toni's car, and Jake kept flashing me and Charlie was going to scream.
>:( They won't let me play with them anymore.
I'm sort of pumped for the team meeting this Sunday. Kristine and I are going to hang out beforehand, and it's fun having my closest friends there when we talk about VBS. None of them are in my group, but the people in my group are pretty cool and we get along all right...so far, anyway. And there are other people that are actually really awesome that I wish I'd hung out with before, so I'm excited to get to know them.
How very Pollyanna.
She got to eat a 6-layer cake.
Whenever I think of that movie, I think of the cakes.
And nothing else.
Mr. Basaillon shaved!!!!
He looks completely different. Before he looked like a "Brian" and now he looks like a "Brandon".
And the name "Keith" reminds me of omelettes.
But it reminds Q of zebras.
And Darle thinks we're both insane.
All the Blogthings I've missed!!! Raaaaah!
The Apostle Paul was an INTJ.
And Peter was either an ENFP or and ENFJ.
And they hated each other.
It's fun reading the letters Paul wrote...
...until he gets all logical and is like, "You were dead to the law, THEREFORE..."
It's like, "That's nice, Paul. But get back to the important stuff."
And then he gets all huffy and I have to hang out with Peter for a little while.

Cooking lesson #1: Chocolate cake shouldn't taste like pickles

After reading "Cupcake" by Rachel Cohn, and inspired by Cyd Charisse's baking antics, I got a massive craving for homemade chocolate cupcakes with espresso frosting.
Seriously. I don't even like coffee.
But I've never made homemade cupcakes. Just the box kind.
And my mom has a bunch of old-school recipes, so I was pretty excited when I got home from school to make these suckers.
The recipe was pretty simple. REALLY simple, actually. It had one step: dump all the ingredients in the bowl and stir.
Then bake at 375 degrees for 35 minutes.
It was going good until I found we didn't have any "salad oil".
Who calls it salad oil anymore? I was thinking olive oil, but my mom said it was vegetable oil, which we didn't have.
So I ended up using olive oil anyway.
I added the rest of the ingredients and stirred it all up.
The batter was sort of lumpy, but smelled a lot like these brownies I used to make all the time. Read: they smelled GOOOOOOOD.
And since there were no eggs in the recipe, I figured it wouldn't be too bad if I took a little taste.
BIG MISTAKE.
For some odd reason, the batter tasted like pickles, rather than the chocolate I so desperately craved.
And it was still really lumpy.
The vinegar and baking soda were reacting like a fifth grade science experiment.
The entire mixture was the consistency of soup. Really runny soup.
So right now it's in the oven and we'll see how it turns out.
But delicious cupcakes will have to wait.

Life needs an auto-adjustment button

My monitor's still fuzzy.
Good pizza today, unlike yesterday. And ice cream sundaes, courtesy of Soren.
Pepperoni: a good omen.
When you're sitting in history taking notes on Hinduism and Buddhism and you hear screaming and cheering coming from the history class next door, it makes you feel lonely inside.
I have such weird/amazing friends.
Alexis is drawing tiny portraits of everyone in her planner.
Mrs. Williams did NOT want to give us the donuts.
So Sarah bought strawberry Hi-Chews.
So much better than Green Apple.
Or the Big Apple.
Or tart apples.
But not apple pie.
The holiday baking cookbook is so tempting...AND expensive.
Only gourmet ingredients in their kitchen.
In OUR kitchen, we bake cake from a BOX!
"Le Fils de Requin" was sort of weird...with an offbeat ending. I sort of understood what she was getting at.
Mr. Anspach asked which brother, Martin or Simon, would be prefer to be with.
You know, if we HAD to choose on or the other.
It was a tough pick. Martin was essentially "nicer", and he was pretty deep, philosophical, and sensitive and whatnot, but his favorite book was "The songs of Maldoror", which is about a man is who is completely evil, hates God, and kills babies.
Why would I want to spend time with a psycho who ENJOYED crap like that?
But the other brother, Simon, has anger issues, and doesn't really emotionally connect with stuff. While Martin's all deep and talks about angels and stuff, Simon doesn't realy...get it. Anything. And he sort of assaults Martin's girlfriend.
So it was a messed up movie.

Cupcakes? Muffins? Aren't they the same thing?

No, actually, they're not.
Cupcakes are infinitely superior.

What Your Cupcake Says About You

At parties, you are easily excitable. It's like you have a whole different personality at parties! You hardly have any restraint. You only hold yourself back when absolutely necessary. The most important thing in your life is you, obviously. You are laid back, flexible, and easy to get along with. To know you is to care for you.

The Cupcake Test

Chocolate rain

Someone should write a musical about the U.S. Government, including great songs such as "Lauren, I am the U.S. Government (and I have something to tell you)" and "The Blues (The Terrible Twos)".
My mom's birthday is tomorrow, but we're celebrating today. :)
So my dad bought steak and no-bake cheesecake. His efforts to make a "surprise" dinner failed somewhat, but he got good food and a thoughtful present, so everything's okay.
OUCH. Someone completely dissed the Magic Attic Club.
Crappily written? Yes. Entertaining? Also yes.
"You should buy 'Fable' for the PC. Then you could download custom content like tattoos, and look like Spiderman, or the Hulk, or anything you could ever want. *hits with head*"
YEAAAAAH we won our football game last night!!! And the opposing team was one who'd only lost ONCE!
So while it was great that we won, how did we beat them???
This means we'll win our Homecoming game!
I hope.
Pep band is too great for words. Pretty much everyone in the band wishes they were a drummer, even if they pretend otherwise.

Funny AND sexy

"A Midsummer Night's Dream" is a very creative movie, and I love Shakespeare, but it was quite...naked.
Having Christian Bale, Rupert Everett, and Dominic West in one movie was wonderful. And none of them wore shirts half the time!
So Christine and I babysat Elyse and Jin for 8 and a half hours.
Yeah. You can tell that went well.
We probably shouldn't be alone together.
We ended up taking the goats on a walk, playing with the Barbies for a long team, and consuming massive amounts of junk food.
Baby Ben and Jerry's!
Church was great. I was super emotional all day, though. I think it was hormones and lack of sleep.
Bad combo.
But we watched a Nooma movie in Primetime and I love those.
Only the woman in it got hit by a truck.
She got HIT by a TRUCK.
Sierra's mom didn't let her go to church today. They're both really hurting and Sierra's sad that her mom thinks she doesn't love her and it's all confusing. :(
Just...everything.
Ugh, I wish Kristine didn't have to move in the summer.
And there's math homework to do. :P

PINK TEAM!!

PE was pretty intense today. We split into teams, and Alexis, Kevin, Tori, Sarah, and I were on the PINK team. We wore flamboyant jerseys and yelled, "PINK team!!" So you can tell it was fun for everyone else, too, lol. :P
We were also the "Muscular Strength" team. Yeaaah, strong...PINK team!!
Then Mr. Freeman had us play this soccer-ish game where we kicked the ball around and has to exercise the 5 components of fitness if we lost.
Corum bruised my shins SOOOO bad.
Kelsey practically tackled me to the ground.
Ben is hilarious. And he bought a chocolate bar off me. So he's pretty much my new best friend.
Ha, I love the pink team.

Your Autumn Test Results

You are a dynamic, vibrant person. You aren't afraid to pursue your passions. When you're happiest, you are outgoing and expressive . You love celebrations, and you enjoy showing off a little. You embrace change. You love change. You see change as a rebirth. You find novelty to be the most comforting thing in the world. You love anything that's new or unusual. Your ideal day is active and full. You like to keep busy with your favorite things, and you appreciate a routine. You tend to live in the moment. You enjoy whatever is going on, and you don't obsess over the past or future.

The Autumn Test

What Your Socks Say About You

You Are: - Infinitely enchanting - Simply amazing - An incredible person - A true star

The Socks Personality Test

I love how completely untrue those were.
Ugh, Sims 2 Prosperity Challenge is so LAME!! I have really big families that eat a lot and don't really do anything exciting.
And there are NO fortune OR romance Sims??
And there are too many elders. :P I tried playing with my first family, but nothing exciting happened, and all my Sims almost DIED because there weren't enough beds!! So I used "maxmotives". And I wasn't even sorry.
I sort of wasted my money on "Sims 2 H&M Fashion Stuff". Just clothes.
HISTORY WAS SO AMAZING!!! We had to make pyramids, and Maricel made one out of Starbursts and Pez!! It was pretty epic. And then she let us EAT IT!!
Then Ariel unveiled the pyramid cake she had made the night before, and let us eat THAT!!
Why is it that the best moments of my life involve food rather than people?
Hmmmm....
The chocolate bar sale is ON!! Cherrydale Farms. Heh. Pretty delicious. I've sold 19 so far. Only 23 more to go!!

Etre ou etre pas, c'est le question.

Ha ha ha. French is cool.
Would you feel gypped if you bought a big bag of flavored Tootsie Rolls, AND IT DIDN'T HAVE ANY VANILLAS OR LIMES?
They're the only reason I EAT those things!
I was trapped in Yelm all weekend with the Youth Group.
But it ended up being pretty fun.
Except for the bus ride there.
And sleeping in a cabin full of talkative girls, who apparently like being awake for 48 hours with no sleep.
I was awake for 17 hours, and I was irritable.
Gross. Who'd want to eat cornbread saturated with baked beans, coleslaw, and brisket. Narsty.
Band is cool. Except when everyone is ninja kicking each other.
Emma's little brother is an elf. Hahahaha.
Science is actually not so bad. Everyone in the class is sort of a smart aleck, so we drive the teacher nuts. Which isn't good. But that's okay!!
Argh, no free time, no free time.
My mom was freaking out because I have my final drive tomorrow and she doesn't think I'll pass.
Which is pretty comforting.
-_-
So she made me practice parking, which I suck at, and backing around an uneven corner.
Fun fun fun.
But there's always Hostess Cupcakes and hot fudge to cheer me up.
Not together.
That would be indecent...
...but tasty.
We had to cover a ginormous paper bag with pictures that represented different aspects of our personality for English class.
I covered one whole side with pictures of FOB and another with photos of John McCain.
The other kids were not too impressed.
But Mr. Rosendale thinks it's cool that I'm a "Republican" (in the loosest sense of the word), but thinks I'll drop my "parent's values" and find "my own" by senior year.
Well, I might kind of sort of stand for civil unions...
...but you can get your own health care.
And forget mandatory preschool.

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.

I love shirtless fauns!!!!

Agh, what a weekend.
So Friday: Daniel calls while I'm watching Hannah Montana and asks when we're going to see "Wall-E". So we decide on a time, and call everyone up, but NO ONE CAN MAKE IT. So we decide to see it Saturday.
But then Jessica calls and asks if I want to see it with her that day at the Rodeo Drive-In. So Jessica's sister takes us and we wait for like 3 hours until it gets dark and watch "Wall-E" (which was SOOO CUTE) and "Prince Caspian" (which sucked, even after the second time around).
Seriously.
The shirtless fauns were nice, though.
And the hot British boys.
And the ADORABLE red-headed centaur near the end of the movie.
Aaaaaah, minotaur sacrificing itself for its fellows: KILLS ME EVERY TIME!
So then Saturday: Alexis calls and says everyone is going to see "Wall-E" again. I go with everyone and watch it and drink Coke and then we go to ToysRus and the mall and play Hide-and-Seek and football for 2 hours.
Then today we had to go to this park for Sunday School and it was hot, so we drove back home for a BBQ with lots of cupcakes.
Agh.
Tie and I spent the last 2 hours lolling about on the bed. Because it's hot and we're tired.
Gah.
OMG I got new shorts and a T-shirt that says, "I love carbs". It's pretty amazing.
I'm going to marry Skandar Kaynes.

You should have gone to the prom with me, Natty.

EW EW EW EW EW Sean Astin is SOOO CREEPY!!! He's the killer in "Mr. Monk, At Your Service", and he has the ugliest haircut. Why is it that he plays the same character in EVERY MOVIE? It's like Sam Gamgee every time. My mom saw this movie with him and said he was very hobbitish there, too. Agh, but he was so WEIRD AND CREEPY!!! He kept hitting on Natalie. "If things with you and your boyfriend don't work out..." "You should have gone to the prom with me, Natty."
And the 911 call??? Sooooo obvious.
Experimental ice cream cake the Rachael Ray way didn't work out too well. Probably because the cake wasn't all the way cooled, so the ice cream melted. It still tasted good, though.

Radda radda radda

Mamma mia, 31 flavors!
Ever been REALLY tired and REALLY PMS-y at the same time?
Yeah, that's a good combo.
I didn't start feeling REALLY tired until science. Oh, how I hate science.
Grades are already supposed to be turned in, but he's making us do a lab and turn in our binders and do boring things.
It's pretty hot outside. It's kind of nice.
So are donuts, which Faxon brought this morning.
MR. VILLIERS CAME BACK! He's visiting for a week, and totally doesn't remember any of our names, but it was so worth it.
But once he's finished visiting, he's going to Korea.
Hello, why don't you come back HERE?
It sucks because I don't want to do driver's ed, but my parents are like, "Well, if you're not doing driver's ed, taking summer school, working, or going to youth group, what WILL you do?"
Um...nothing?
Isn't that the point of summer, since the whole school year was spent doing SOMETHING?
Why not just veg out, chill with my dog, watch summer movies, read billions of books, and socialize with people I already know rather than go out there, make new friends, and LEARN?

Go Straight To Jail. Do Not Pass Go. Do Not Collect $200.

I just spent an hour and a half playing cars with little kids, and then having them send me to jail.
Summer small groups at church are working out REALLY well so far. We met some cool families. They all liked Tie a lot. The little kids liked Luke, and he was nice to them, and I let them change his water.
Mmm, ice cream.
"Uno" is a stupid game.
So my dad's dreams finally came true: I like jazz.
Mr. Faxon dragged us all over to North Thurston to play at a jazz festival, even though we were the only ones from our district to attend. Not weird. But it was fun and there were a lot of good bands (even one that played "Let's Groove", which is my favorite song!!!). The Seattle Women's Jazz Orchestra played, and they were pretty spectacular, but the BEST part was going to the Olympia Farmer's Market for lunch. Paul, Alexis, Sarah, and I got German-American food, and I ate all of Sarah's curly fries and mozzerella sticks, but she ate all my ice cream, and then we were all too full....
...and happened to pass a bakery full of the most delicious desserts known to man.
Drat. Drat that stupid ice cream and it's Caramel Caribou goodness.
Talent show, talent show.
I hate the talent show.

George Bush's got nothing on me

Ooooh man. We had THE REVOTE today.
I've been keeping that information relatively secret for two weeks, agonizing over a decision that will affect the entire student body, hoping the results will stay the same.
That was pretty stressful. Drew was out sick, so Mr. Barry had to call and tell him the news. Joanne and Dana, who are usually pretty calm, were really bummed.
Why can't the staff and current ASB count the ballots? Machines suck!
I want nothing more than to eat something delicious and chocolate.
Like cheesecake.
Or a Dove ice cream bar.
HAVE YOU HAD THOSE??? THe chocolate is so thick!!
Mrs. Laners brought Belgian chocolates into the office.
I had two.
Snack switching. Connor's never had a Twinkie?
Daniel ripped out my hair.
Kevin is sliding out of his shirt.
Tyler's hair is back to normal!!! Which is weird, because it's not his actual color.
Sarah pretty much cracks me up. We shared a chicken sandwich.
And I'd been so looking forward to pizza, too.
Jessica pwned us all in math. The whales were going extinct, but Mr. Kovacs didn't know what kind. Maybe sperm whales.
Baby beluga in the deep blue sea, swim so wild, swim so free....

Super Silly Mega Buttcake!!

WE'RE GETTING A DOG!!!!!!!
IN 21 HOURS!!!!
Her owners brought her over to play yesterday. Her name is Tie, she's a Patterdale Terrier, and she is SO CUTE and energetic. They're bringing her by tomorrow and we're going to take her to the beach!!
Totally posting pictures.
Mom banned the "Super Silly Mega Buttcake" song, so we had to change the lyrics to "Super Silly Mega Crumbcake", which doesn't work half as well, so I named this post with the song in mind.
Aargh, there is this guy at church who is totally mean to my dad and I. He thinks he's so much better than us musically and will just glare at us when we say hi. XP
Hehehe, there was a cello in worship team today, so when we got home, I celloed to "Breakdown" by Relient K.
Then I kept celloing and it sloshed my brain fluids.
"How to Eat Fried Worms" is the best movie I've seen all year.
Woody: Stop hurting my bike!!
Billy: I'm not hurting your bike! I can't hurt another person's bike.
Woody: Well, you're shaking it, and it's hitting my dilly-dink.
Billy: Woody, don't say stuff like that!
Woddy: My dilly-dink is my penis.
Billy: *shocked silence*
It was such a boy movie. Half the bullies in the movie should NOT have been bullies. Two were nerdy, one had Tourette's, one tucked his shirt into his pants, one had a lisp...
I'm not saying those are bad things, but bullies don't normally have those types of characteristics.
They're usually the scary ones no one makes fun of.
My favorite part: When Twitch ran out of the woods screaming and wearing pajamas???
So much better than "Prince Caspian".

Chocolate cake implies eating disorder.

My father is under the impression that he's driven me to anorexia.
Yesterday was Good Friday, and I got to play trombone in this orchestra, which was pretty amazing, so after both services, the entire worship team went to the Family Pancake House. Everyone ordered pancakes or some time of breakfast food except me, who went for chocolate thunder cake instead.
My dad felt REALLY guilty, because William said he was still hungry afterwards, so he assumed I must have been starving myself because I hadn't known ordering breakfast food was an option.
Don't worry, Dad, I knew breakfast food was an option, but why would I order french toast when I could order CHOCOLATE CAKE with CHOCOLATE MOUSSE CHEESECAKE and a GIANT CHOCOLATE ROSETTE ON THE SIDE. But it was fun. And I don't have an eating disorder.
OMG, I BOUGHT "THE FINAL WARNING". Haven't started it, though. I'm too scared that it will disappoint.
Sims 2: Free Time looks kind of amazingly complicated, but FUN! The Sim's area of interest affects their personality and mannerisms.
So I've been parting my hair on the right side, lately, and it looks better than parting it in the middle, where I looked like Sirius Black, but people were telling me to get bangs, so....
...I got bangs today.
And they don't look terrible. They're actually kind of nice.
EXCEPT they don't fit behind my ear and sometimes they poke me in the eye.
Cleaned the entire house. Made a rainbow chip cake. Ate a truffle egg. All set for Easter.
Thursday was so tiring. Contest was pretty cool, we got straight 2's, which is better than 3's or 4's (or 5's). Mr. Faxon got mad at us because we didn't want to sit and watch marginally acceptable junior high and middle school bands play boring music for an hour and a half. Poulsbo Middle School did superbly, but their clinic was SO BORING and the man wouldn't let us LEAVE.
I don't care if he got mad. Hungry teenagers don't want to listen to boring men talk about dynamics and tone quality.
And yeah, we could have LEARNED something, but we'd already listened to like 4 other bands. I'm sure we learned enough from those clinics.
Central Market = amazing.
OMG, WE BEAT OAKLAND BAY!!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was so great!!!! I can't exactly say nice things about the refs, but we played SO GOOD and beat #1'S BUTT!!! BOOOO!!! I almost punched her in the face. I hate that girl. But I didn't foul her (though everyone else did. :P)

Zebra cakes may be the most delicious thing ever invented.

Argh, soooo not happy with my band teacher right now. Two concerts in one week? I know people who would be like, "So, that's not that many, suck it up," but hello? I HATE band. I'm not some pathetic band geek who composes 50 page solos and salivates over marching bands. I have better stuff to do with my time. Nothing constructive or anything, but I HATE BAND. And I'd much rather be watching "American Idol" than listening to myself and others suck. And they're two LONG concerts, and we play the exact same stuff at both of them. Lame sauce.
I just want something new and NOT BORING to play.
And then we had a basketball game against our biggest rival, and it wasn't too bad, though we lost by almost 30, but it was fun, and I played a few minutes and got to shoot from free throws. Missed both, but hey.
Zebra cakes, string cheese, mangoes, orange juice, Cheetos, South Beach snack bar, pineapple ham sandwich.
Just for lunch.
God has a rather hilarious sense of humor...if you're a masochist. I like worshiping a God that likes to have a laugh, but not at my expense. Oh well.
Trombone playing french horn part with a Latin choir. This isn't a Catholic church!

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.

You don't even know!

There are some things that 15 hasn't quite changed, but it's all good. Heh. My mom, trying to learn my innermost secrets. She doesn't even know.
Cheesecake Factory is pretty cool.
Bacon sandwiches sound really good.
I'm rereading the Harry Potter series. AGAIN. On book 2, and almost done.
Aargh, so I bought this book at Barnes and Nobles, and I'd heard it was pretty good and trendy and what not, but I read the first chapter, and it's so annoying. "Freshmen year? Omg! Best day eva!" Which is exactly how I talk. But the plot is so obvious: two best friends grow apart because the bubbly, extroverted blonde (Marnie) becomes popular, and her loser, shy, brunette friend (Nola) becomes a nerd. -_-
I'm proud to play the trombone, for various reasons. Hee.
This is the coolest Sims 2 music video I've ever seen.