Here's the truth...

Today sucked. Really really sucked. Monet slammed my finger in the door because he was angry, and now it really hurts a lot. In fact, I'm having a heck of a time typing right now. My whole right hand aches like the dickens. I have to do my noveling, too. Owowowowowow.

Banner that I made. My first one! I'm so proud. 

Avatar of Jeremy Sumpter that Sil gave me. Sweet. 

I am Sirius! W00t! 

Washers and driers and clothes, oh my!

Did I ever mention that I HATE HATE HATE laundry soap? It feels all gushy and gross, and then you can't get it off of your hands. That's not fun at all. I know. I had to deal with it for most of the day. Well, not most of the day, but I have been doing laundry for a lot of the day. I've also been doing my Nanovel, and I'm only 900 words behind. Mom and Dad got Shrek 2, and maybe we'll be allowed to watch it.
I think I have a chicken bone lodged in my throat. Then again, I think that every time I eat chicken, so never mind.
What would you do if you died? What about all of your friends online? If you are like me, you have a lot of people who you "talk" with on a regular basis. It seems kind of silly to have a friend/parent/brother/sister post on all of the message boards you post on to say "Sorry, Bard died." Besides, it seems kind of morbid to ask someone to do that for you anyway. What are the chances of some gigantic piece of glass falling off of a roof in a city and slicing my head clean off anyway? Not high. I still think it's going to happen to me. Blame my aunt.
I guess if I was wasting away because of some disease I could post all over the place and say "Sorry, I'm dying. See you in heaven." But what if I actually didn't die, then? Would I have to go back and say "False alarm, I'm still here."
Or what if you didn't want to have a blog, or whatever, and you posted that you were dead, but you really weren't? Then people would all be sad, but you really weren't dead. What if you decided to have another blog, or whatever. You'd have to get a new e-mail address, and account and everything.
In conclusion don't die, either really or not.

Those sports movies

Man, you've just gotta love those sports movies. I do.
I'm talking about movies like Miracle, or Remember the Titans, where there's a buncha hot guys running around, and the only one you can tell apart from the others is the one with the moustache and the one with blond hair. I was watching Miracle (great movie, by the way) and I could only tell the guys apart about half the time. Eventually I learned to tell the guy with black hair that fought with the other guy, and the goalie and another guy apart. Other than that, I was clueless. I still love that movie, though. Even if you know nothing about sports, you get all happy when the people win. You don't have to worry about the other teams feelings. They're bad. Real black and white. Also, the guys in Miracle had really awesome hair. People back then always did, apparently. But I bet if people watched more of those sports movies, and less MTV, the world would be a better place.
Besides that, guys would see how cool the hair was, and make theirs look like it. Most guys do anyway. I guess if they all had hair like that, it'd be pretty boring. Whatever.
I like hockey. I want to play. Too bad I need to learn how to skate first.
Does it strike anyone else as funny that you can body slam someone into the crowd in hockey, but you MUST NOT hit them with your stick. You can stomp on their heads with your skates, and sit on their faces, but if you hit them with the little stick, that's it for you.
Just something I noticed.
Daily message: Tal, you need to get a blog. As you can see, you don't really need to have anything of importance to say in order to have a blog. I would read it, and that's all that counts, right?

And thank you, Mr. Paper Clip Man

"If you do your best, whatever happens will be for the best."
That's what Mr. Paper Clip Man said to me when I opened up Word. I don't even like using Word, but since Word Perfect is down, I have no choice. That paper clip freaks me out. One time he said "Don't dive into murky waters." What the heck is that supposed to mean? Does he really think I'd do something so boneheaded? I don't even like to dive, anyway. Jumping to my possible and likely death is not appealing to me. I like to swim, and I like to jump, but falling (on my head) 20,000,000 feet is something my mother always taught me to avoid.
Who takes advice from a paper clip, anyway?

Today was nothing. Another boring day in my bedraggled life. Not that I mind it so much. At least I'm not dying, or anything. Dying, being chased on horseback, fighting people with a sword, jousting...
Okay, so I do mind having a boring life. As soon as I'm older, I'll go back in time and sword fight with King Arthur. Right. Great aspiration, Bard. Strive for the impossible. Because it's SO going to happen.

On a side note, I'm really cool. Actually, I'm not. I'm just saying that because I have nothing else to say. Except lies like that. Cool=very no. Cool is to me as hot is to snow. Meaning I'm not cool.
If you want to think I am, however, that's fine with me.

Thanksgiving is hereby postponed. We're doing it on Saturday instead. Kat's family is coming. It should be really fun. I wish all of my friends could come, but too bad no one else cares. Except me. And possibly Jeremy Sumpter, if he knew how hot I was. Am? Are? Is? Whatever. He'd care, anyway.
There I go, lying again.

So, yeah

I'm kind of sorry I didn't post yesterday or the day before. Yesterday Mom made me go to bed, and the day before I was too tired.
Last night was awful. First I couldn't sleep, then I felt sick all night. Feverish. I was really, really hot, so I ended up turning my fan on, and finally fell asleep. It ended up being 2:00 in the morning anyway. *sighs* I didn't even get to do my noveling. Now I'm two days behind. And still tired. Oh well.
On Sunday, we visited my great grandparents. I helped my aunt move out of her old house, and put the stuff in g-grandparents basement. It was kind of stressful. It turns out my g-grandparents weren't really expecting us until about an hour before we arrived, and my younger sisters were being difficult, and Mom was kind of stressed anyway... Let's just say I was not a happy camper.
Yesterday Mom worked, came home early to take us to choir, and luckily we had almost everything done. Ash had oral surgery, so she wasn't at choir. She called me afterwards (I was going to call her, but we always get back late, and I figured she'd either be sleeping, or unable to talk at all) and we talked for a while. She said that they used this stuff that made her sleepy, and she doesn't remember anything. She also said that her mouth was mostly numb, and she didn't feel any pain, but the only thing she could eat was soup, which is going to majorly suck on Thanksgiving. She said she can eat mashed potatoes, though, and that's the main thing.
On the way home from choir, Mom and Edison got into a fight, because I was talking to Mom about the Series of Unfortunate Events movie, and Edison started laughing really loudly. Mom asked him what he was laughing about and he said, "Nothing," so Mom asked him to stop. Then he started again, and I had to wait for over a half an hour just to finish what I was talking about. By then I wasn't really in the mood to talk, so I just summed up what I was going to say. Silence hit the car.
Is it just me, or am I the only one in the family who talks a lot? This kind of thing happens to me all the time. Talk talk talk, then when I'm done, no one else has anything to say. Then I feel like a loud mouth. Of course, as soon as I have something really important to tell someone, everyone wants me to be quiet, because I've been talking too much. Just like my siblings avoid me like the plague until I:
a) am in a bad mood
b) am reading
c) am doing schoolwork, or
d) have a friend over.
As soon as Kat or Ash come over, everyone is always barging into my room. I can understand when Tal comes over. He's friends with all of them, kind of. At least Edison. And they don't stalk me so much with Ash. But Kat? She's really only my friend, even if Edison did used to have a crush on her, he doesn't anymore. Do they really want to hear us talk about boys and make up?
Okay, so I don't talk about make up, because I don't feel the need to disguise my true self, but still. Why do they insist on stalking me?
Today Mom is at work again, so I'm here. I've finished all of my chores, so I'm home free. My room is a tad messy, but that's okay. I think.

Apple, Snow White?

My brother is trying to kill me.
Needless to say, he's been at it for years, but this takes the cake. I don't know what inspires such unbrooked aggression. I was just sitting here, calmly typing on my Nanovel, and he came up to me with an evil grin on his face. He offered me a small pill, and a glass of water, and said, "Eat this."
Like anyone in their right minds would take something when offered like that. Especially from their brother. Honestly. I told him that if the pill itself wasn't poison, the water probably had Iocane powder. I'd bet my life on it. He drank it, and took the pill to try and prove me wrong, but I wouldn't be surprised if
a) He dies tonight, or
b) He built up an immunity to the powder for just such an occasion.
He tried to tell me that it was only cod liver oil. Yeah, right. Why would he want to give me that. He doesn't want me healthy, he wants me weak, so he can take me out easily.
And I don't mean on a date.

Oh it's Saturday, it's Saturday, a hun-hun-honey and a ha-cha-cha!

I like Saturdays in which I have choir in the morning.
Well, except the being really really tiredness, and the hunger until they serve lunch. Other than that, it's great. I always feel really close to my choir somehow, even though I don't know all of them that well.
Mrs. Jay was telling us that one song that we sing (It's called Christmas Bells, and the text is by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and it's now one of my favorite poems, and song) had to be more light and airy. I think she might have said fluffy. Then Lil, one of the girls that sits near me, said at the same time as the Unknown, "Fluffy Puff Marshmallows!" Fluffy Puff Marshmallows are something from Homestarrunner.com, if you didn't know. Most of the choir was like "Yeah!" I had no idea that the site was so popular.
And the definite plus to that is that Unknown has the same type of humor as me, for the most part. I pretty much knew that already, but it was cool all the same.
Okay, so he did think that the commercial where the car cuts the cat's head off is funny, too. That is entirely besides the point. Most guys that I talk to (I said most, not all. So if you're a guy, and don't think that it's funny, I didn't mean you.) do think it's funny. Maybe it's a guy thing. Killing kittens must awaken some weird primordial instinct in them.
Although you'd think it would awaken at the zoo or something, where the animals are actually semi-wild, not with some kitten. But I never claimed to understand boy's minds. I don't even understand girl's minds, actually. I think I'm some different breed from the rest of the world. Either that or I'm an alien. Which would explain a lot. Either that, or I was switched at birth with some other child. But then my little sisters wouldn't look so much like me.
At the meeting after choir, this guy came up and told us a lot of stuff about China, since we're going there, and all. It was really interesting, and he was funny.
*yawns* I really need to get over my seeming need of sleep deprivation. I don't understand why I can't ever sleep, but I'm always tired.
I'm probably dying. Prob'ly (I love typing it like that) no one will even come to my funeral.
Or maybe everyone will come, just like the people did for Tom and Huck and Joe. They'll all realize how great I was, and how they didn't appreciate me. Why, just today my own mother and father ignored me.
Man, if my being tired doesn't get me killed, that last comment will. It's been a good life, anyway.

This Isn't Bard

Bard smells like chicken.


And thank you, Mother, for that intellegent and mature contribution to my blog. I'm so proud.

So, you want to see what I look like?

I guess I'm going to post some pictures now. Because I want to. And because I want to prove to Sil that I'm the cutest person ever born.
Here! From left: me, Edison, and my aunt. We're on our way to the play that Edison and I were in this Summer.
And here. From left: Ann, me, Aj and Edison. We're in out Happy Days costume from the play.
Click here. This is most of the cast from the play. I somehow was excluded from this...
Clicky clicky.
This was from when we dropped the watermelon on the front porch. It was my idea, and it was really great. From left: Monet, George, Sweetheart's legs, the back of Tal's head, me.
Click click here. Sweetheart, listening to my CD player.
You know the drill. Ash, Kat, and me at the ballet for my birthday. I think I'm surprised about something.
Ladida Me opening my birthday presents. Baby is so cute.
Don't click here! My lamp! My beautiful lamp!
Ooh la la! Edison and me asleep in the car.
Dum du da! Tal and me at a baseball game. He had to explain everything to me. I don't get baseball.
Blue's clues, Blue's clues! I think this picture looks really odd. I look like an old woman.
Guess what! This is me about to get into a big water fight at my aunt's graduation.
Pictured! One of my favorite pictures of me. I have such a cute nose.

Unpasteurized

I just found one of the funniest blogs ever.
Unpasteurized
Read it.

Letters to the Editor. Or Jeremy.

Ta da! I wrote a letter to Jeremy Sumpter today. I haven't sent it yet, because I need to copy it onto some nicer paper, and proof read it. Kat's going to be mad at me, but I DON'T CARE. So ha. It's an interesting letter, in my own humble opinion. I asked him a bunch of questions that weren't stupid, unlike most of the questions people keep asking him. I mean, they aren't so stupid the first time people ask him, but by the hundredth time, I'm getting bored. I'm sure he's even more bored than I am. Sample questions that the people ask:
Wut is you're fav color?
Did you play any pranks on the set of Peter Pan?
Do you have a girlfriend?
Would you date a fan?
How do you type with boxing gloves on your hands? (okay, not really. But if you've ever watched Strong Bad e-mails, you know what I'm talking about)
Sample questions that I asked:
If you could meet anyone who ever lived, who would you meet?
What are your feelings on pineapples?
Do you really believe in fairies?
Along with many more. I doubt that he'll answer my letter when I send it, but at least I tried, right? I didn't even act all fan-girly, or anything, and say how hot he was. All I said was that Peter Pan is one of my top 3 movies. He should feel honored.
Other than that, my day was pretty much nothing. Like many days of my life.
I'm beginning to feel depressed.
On a side note, does anyone know anyone who was seen by a talent scout, and the scout said "That's it! You're great! I want you to be in the movies!" and then they went on and had a great carrier? I'm talking about this happening at Wal*Mart, or something. In the middle of nowhere. If so, please tell me. I need encouragement. Even if you don't know anyone who this happened to, tell me that you do. I'm sure it's happened before, and I'm chock full of talent. I don't even know what to do with all my talent.

WHOO HOO HOO! (it's all been done)

I am so totally psyched! I BEAT my family at something! Something HARD!
We (Mom, Dad, Edison and I) just finished playing a game called acquire. If you've never played it, you're missing out. It's a strategy game, and revolves arouns buying stock, kind of. It sounds really boring, I guess, but it's really fun, and really challenging. I've been playing it with my parents since I was 6 or so. I've only won once. Well, now twice. The first time everyone else was dozing off by the time we finished, because it was so late, and I was the only one still awake, on account of my highly nocturnal sleeping habits. That time didn't really count.
This time, everyone was fully awake, and I still won! I beat Dad, and he always wins. Always.
Not today, Zurg! I, Bard Lightyear, am here to defeat you!
*coughs*
Funnily enough, yesterday was awful. Actually, it's not funny at all. It was depressing. I didn't post to vent about it because Blogger was having an internal error. Or something. Sounds like the current state of my skull. Anyway, yesterday we went to a museum. We were on a learning thing, and the lady who taught us was acting like we were really, really dumb. I mean, there were younger kids there, Sweetheart, my little sister who is 5, was the youngest, but the average was around 8. She was asking us if we knew what a shape was. *eye roll* I think she thought we were dumb because she knew we were homeschooled, or something.
So after that was over, Kat, her little sister and I went to got look in another area. I told Mom what direction I was going in, but we detoured off into another gallery, and got lost for a little bit. Turns out that both her mom and mine were off looking for us someplace else, and they were a little miffed at us. Mom was already upset because Edison was sulking everywhere. Just before we were about to go see the armor, Monet punched Kat's little sister (and although he shouldn't have done that, she and her friend had been picking on him the entire time) refused to say sorry, so we had to leave. So I didn't even get to see what I REALLY REALLY wanted to see, which was the medieval paintings and the armor. Then Mom was mad the whole way home, because she didn't get to see what she wanted to, either. The whole day pretty much sucked.
I was pretty much sick of my brothers.
Man, I'm increadibly tired, but I have to do my noveling for today.

Here's what I hate:

Clothes.
Not all clothes. It's not even really clothes that I hate. I hate stupid stupid stupid designers of clothes.
First off, why can't they just make everything the SAME SIZES? It's annoying when in some clothes you're a small, some you're a 14, and some you're letters. And I'm only talking about shirts. The second thing I hate is that it is almost IMPOSSIBLE to just go out and get a pair of comfy, servicable jeans. They're all either too tight, hip huggers, or patterned. Gah! Why can't people make regular jeans for those of us with fat legs? Sometimes I want to wear tighter pants, but most of the time (choir, around the house, at a friend's) I don't. Same thing with shirts. I really don't want to wear anything that you can see through, thank you. Or something where the neckline comes down to about my navel.
I really don't blame people for going around in back shirts and really baggy pants. I'm thinking of going for that myself. Geeze.
Now that I'm done with that random rant, I can tell you (my imaginary audience) about my day. I stayed up until 3:00 in the morning last night, just because I couldn't go to sleep. Thankfully, Sil was online at the Cranny, so I just posted prolificly on that.
So then I had to get up at 8:30 or 9:00. By then I actually was tired, so I still wanted to sleep. Fat chance. I had to go with Dad to work, because of choir. Not that I mind choir, I just wanted to sleep.
I hung out at Kat's for the day. We went on a walk. She has the school football field and track whatever you call the track things by her house, along with a regular football field, soccer field, and walking path. We go down there to talk sometimes, and we both like to take walks. The added draw for Kat is that sometimes the football players are practicing. Which is the subtracted draw to me. I have an irrational fear of football players. I kind of don't like being around boys anyway. But those guys are glaring at each other, ramming into people, and wearing those huge shoulder pads. The funny thing is, I think it would be awesome to play football.
Unfortunately, I don't need football players to embarrass myself. We were just walking along the track thing, when this guy came up, and said, "What are you kids doing here?"
"Just walking," Edison said.
"Why aren't you in school?" We were right across from the local high school.
"We're homeschooled." Edison said. The man made him repeat it a few times.
"Well, homeschooled or not, you aren't allowed over here." We all glared at Kat. After the guy drove away, Kat assured us that we really were allowed there. We left anyway, and vowed never to return. It was really embarrassing. I never get in trouble.
Nothing really happened at choir.

Bard the Blob

I did roughly nothing today.
Oops, I lie. I helped clean out our garage, managed to do my 1,667 words for Nano despite severe writer's block (stupid conversations are great fillers. So are dates with "best-friends-who-are-trying-to-get-rid-of-your-girlfriend-because-they-think-she-is-evil-but-you-don't-know-it type things), and saved my little sister's life. So maybe I did more than I thought I did.
And maybe every time I try to spell maybe I have some weird typo. My fingers are rebelling against me for some reason. I have lost the ability to type coherently. Not that when I manage to not make typos I'm still coherent. That last sentence, for example, was hardly coherent.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Bard saved her little sister from death by picnic table. I was swinging on my tree swing, afraid that the darn branch was going to come crashing down on my head because it was creaking so much (It shows my intelligence that I kept swinging), when Sweetheart (who is 5) slipped of the huge picnic table. It started to turn over, but she didn't notice. She was too worried about the fact that she fell. I just barely managed to grab it. It only bonked her on the head. And it would have really hurt her, had it fallen. No lie.
So that's the only cool thing I did. Other than taking a bath in my parent's jacuzzi. *sighs* That felt good. I smell all nice and fruity now, because of my bubble bath.
Not that I know anyone who goes around smelling people. Other than my uncle. And me, of course.
But even though I did all the stuff I was supposed to do, I feel like a blob. Probably because I look kind of like a blob most of the time. A blob with a large vocabulary that never uses it on her blog.
Barmy blobby Bard blogger. Tee hee.
Oh gosh. I'm beginning to sound like Dahee. The giggler. Scary. Very scary indeed.
It's so annoying, though. I'm not a girly girl who cares all about how she looks. I try, but it doesn't really work. I'm clean, and everything. I'm just not styling, or anything. I kind of blend. Maybe I should consider a spying career. But that doesn't really sound good to me. It's not really like Spy Kids, or anything. Or James Bond. But they all have style, too. So I can't really be a spy, either. I guess I'll just be a professional blob.
"Hello, Blobs Inc. This is Bard speaking, how may I help you? Oh, you need a blob for your movie, The Blob That Ate Manhattan? I'll be over in 10-20 minutes, sir."
Right. I'm so sure they have blobs for hire.
I'm going to Kat's tomorrow before choir. Maybe then I'll feel like less of a blob.
And by the way, I watched some old episodes of Little House on the Prairie yesterday night. They were pretty cool. I liked the one where Pa broke his ribs, and everyone helped him. That was cool. Ma nearly punched him right in the nose when he was plowing on Sunday. Am I the only one who thinks that Pa was the coolest person in that show? And that one guy that got blown up. He was awsome. But Pa was really cool. He was always grinning. No wonder Ma married him. I would have, if I were Ma. And older. Or he were younger.
*cough* Ahem.

Blah. Just Blah.

Who are your Husbands from Lord of The Rings, Harry Potter, and Pirates of the Caribbean? by orliana
What is your name?
Whats your favourites colour?
How old are you?
Your Lord of the Rings Husband is:	Samwise Gamgee
Your Harry Potter Husband is:	Cho Chang
Your Pirates of the Carribean is:	Jack Sparrow
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Another Quiz thing. HOW DID I GET CHANG?!?!?! I hate her. And she isn't a husband, anyway.
I think I actually got Ron, and they just don't want to tell me. Because I'd be too happy. That's gotta be it. But Sam is my favorite character, next to Pippin. And Jack Sparrow is awsome. I'm so glad I didn't get Will. Bleh. I think I'm the only teenage girl that is not in love with Orlando Bloom. Because I'm really really not. I don't get the whole "Orli is sooooooooo hott" thing. Just like I don't get the whole "Draco/Tom Felton is soooooooo hott" thing.
Nothing good happened yesterday, except I caught up with my novel. Wonder of wonders, I've been behind the whole time. So now I only have to do 1,667 a day, instead of almost 3,000 words a day, like I have been doing, beause I've missed four days so far. No fun.
I talked to Kat on the phone yesterday. That was something good. We talked about how she might be going to Mexico this Summer for a Habitat for Humanity like thing. She inhaled a cookie while she was talking to me, and nearly died. Actually, she inhaled two cookies, but I'm still not quite sure why she inhaled the second one, when the first one nearly killed her. So, I vented about my awful day to her, and she was nice enough not to tell me that I seriously needed to get a life, or something.
Not that I don't still need to get a life, she just didn't tell me that I did. Or something.
Pay no attention to the girl behind the computer screen.
Have you ever had a day where you felt stretched out of yourself? Like you didn't feel right? That's how I felt on Tuesday. When I posted all those quizzes. I didn't post anything else because I wasn't me.
That sounds like I was taken over by aliens, or something. I don't think I was. I just felt weird. I can't really explain it. I was apathetic. I hardly did anything, and I'm not an apathetic person at all. But whatever.

Quizzes

Here's some quiz results from me. I like to take quizzes.


You are The Princess Bride (Willian
Goldman/Morgenstern); romantic, witty, and and
highly adventurous. You have some wonderful
scenarios, and you are complex and segmented,
though all together you seem simple. You are
passionate and make your readers think way into
your ideas. So funny! You make us all laugh.
(not true, you make those laugh who get your
humour.) Long live wit! Just remember to not go
in against a Sicillian when death is on the
line...ha ha ha!!...


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You are a Hermione at heart! You are obviously
smart and sophisticated...but you tend to get a
little annoying at times. I would put down the
books for a little while and get out more!


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Your element is Water. You are a deep person and a
good communicator. Incredibably loving and
loyal when your trust is gained and you are
fairly mature.Myterious to the utmost water is
in everything. One can be an Ocean or a river
but nobody truly knows you.


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Note to self:

Always, I mean, never complain about staying up late to work on my Nanovel again.
Last night I was up writing until about one in the morning because I was way behind. My novel is going downhill at a rapid pace, but at least now I'm only two days behind.
My brains were turning into mush as I sat at the computer typing, and I was listening to the newest Train CD, Alive at Last (Train is my noveling inspiration), and looking up who all the main Greek gods and godesses were. I knew most of them, but I wanted to make sure I didn't forget one, and have it come back to haunt me. Gods have a way of doing that to people. Not that I actually believe in them, or anything.
I finally finish my insane amount of words, and go up to bed. As my head sinks into the pillow I face the window of my room, like I always do, and see something glowing in the sky. I mean, like a line. Not just a star, but the actual sky. I rubbed my eyes, and thought, "It's probably just my eyes going nuts from sitting in front of a computer screen for roughly 3 hours." I looked again to make sure. The sky was still glowing. So the second thing I thought was "THE ALIENS ARE COMING! I'VE GOT TO CALL TAL!" Partially because Tal is the only one who'd believe me anyway, and partially because I knew there was a chance he'd actually be up anyway. So I rush to the window, expecting to be beamed into the sky by some green light, and got a better look.
Yeah, I'm sure it's a big surprise to everyone reading this (.2 people, or whatever)that it actually wasn't aliens led by Thong Girl. It was the Northen Lights.
I have always wanted to see the northern lights. I thought that I'd have to go to Alaska, or the North Pole to see them. But all I actually had to do was look out the window. So I woke everybody up, and we looked out the window for the next half hour or so, until they pretty much faded away. It was awe inspiring. You could actually see it flickering.
So now I *have* to go to Alaska. I need to see it close up. Else I shall perish. No one wants that.

Nanny nanny boo boo

Ha ha.
I'm so cool. I went to a Newsboys concert with Kat Sunday night. Woohoo! Twas great fun. Rebecca St. James played, too. There was also a guy named Todd Agnew who was really funny. He was talking about a worship song, and part of it goes, "I want to know you/I want to see your face." So he said, "Moses, you know, the answer to every old testament trivia questions. If you don't know the answer, just say Moses. He asked to see God's face. God said, 'No, it would kill you.' So are we saying 'I want to know you/Would you please kill me?' I don't think that's what we're trying to say." He also had a good voice.

Kat and I had a plan. When the Newsboys came out, we were going to yell at the top of our lungs "I LOVE NEWSBOYS!" We got the idea from A Cinderella Story, which I kind of liked, despite Chad Michael Murray and Hillary Duff. I have nothing against them personally, but I don't think they really act. Because every movie I see them in, they're the same. Exactly the same. The savior of the movie was Hillary Duff's (Sam's) best friend in the movie, Carter, played by Dan Byrd. He was awesome, and if I ever planned on marrying someone, I would totally marry him.
Okay, not really. But he was cool. In one part, he shouted "I LOVE FOOTBALL! I LOVE FOOTBALL!" It was really funny. That's what Kat and I did. I don't think they heard it, because it was so loud there. The croud was wild.
Peter Furler said a number of very funny things, but I really don't want to list them all. So I won't. Kat and I jumped up and down and shreiked during the applause. It was great. Truly great.
You know how when you're with a friend, you do stuff that you'd never do alone? Well, that's how it was with me and Kat.
The Newsboys sang all my favorite songs (Entertaining Angels, based on one of my favorite Bible verses, Million Pieces, Joy, and the Breakfast song.) I was wearing my Breakfast T-shirt. It's from a long time ago, and it used to be my mom's, but she gave it to me.
While I was there, I got a Rebecca St. James Beanie. It cost $15 bucks, but it's still cool. It's reversable, and on one side, it has stripes (baby and navy blue) and says "Rebecca St. James." The other side has the same colors, but says "Worship God" over and over again. Beanies are the only hats I look good in, and this one looks awesome. I wore it to choir. I looked hot.
Okay, I didn't look hot, but I liked it anyway.

Before the concert, we looked at the merchandise. I have to say, I was really dispointed. First of all, the stuff cost a TON! There were only two or three shirts that cost under $20. I can't really blame the Newsboys or Rebecca St. James for that. I think the places they play at set the minimum price. But I can blame them for the way the stuff looked.
As I mentioned before, there were only a few shirts that cost $20, and none that cost less. The average price was $30 or so. But the shirts that did were baby doll shirts. I like the style well enough, but these were practically see-through if you were to put them on. The largest size was an extra large, but it was only about the size of an average small. I didn't even get one, though they had cool styles. Are they trying to make teenage girls feel fat? Seriously. I wouldn't have been comfortable in them, and I'm not huge, as people go.
The other shirt I had a problem with was a Rebecca St. James shirt. It was really cute. It cost $25, but you couldn't see through it. It said "Waiting for my Prince Charming." At first I thought, "Hey, that's a cute idea." But then I actually thought about it, and didn't think so anymore.
I realize that what the shirt *meant* was related to virginity, which yeah, that's cool. But what it sounded like to me was, "Just sitting around, waiting for the perfect guy to find me because I can't to anything else." If a guy wore a shirt that said "Waiting for my Cinderella," people would definately make fun of him. Because society dictates that they guys is supposed to do the finding, and the girl is dependent on getting married for support in life. I don't plan on getting married. i might, but I'm just not thinking "Well, after high school (or college, or whatever) I don't have to worry about anything because by then I'll be married." No. I can make it without a guy. And if I think I have a chance with one, and am serious about him, I would ask him out. I'd give him a chance to, because he'd probably get mad at me if I didn't, or something, but I'd still do it.
I might be overly sensitive, but I think I have a point. I know for a fact that I'm really sensitive to stereotypes anyway, but that shirt just bugged me. Am I wrong?
At choir, a girl stopped me and said, "Hey, I saw you last night!" I asked her where, and when she said at a concert I was thinking a choir concert, so I was confused. Then I remembered, and we exchanged a few words about it. Unfortunately we were interupted by Mrs. Jay, who actually wanted us to practice. Imagine!
I had told Kat that when I wore my new beanie to choir, a Certain Someone (the Unknown) would fall madly in love with me.
He didn't. Actually, he was too busy counting the times Mrs. Jay made us stop in the middle of the song, to correct us, to notice me. It was Ash's idea. It was really funny. She stopped us 60 times in one practice. The Unknown wrote it on the board.
Actually, Angie wrote the sum of all the individual songs on the board. The Unknown wrote most of the song correction times on the chalk board.
Sometimes I wish I were Ash, because he talks to her all the time. I mean, I still want to be me, but I wish he would talk to me like he talks to Ash. All the time. Not that he likes her. They're friends. Because Ash is 17, and Unknown is 13.
Yes, I realize that he's one year younger than me. I don't care.
Seriously.

Forget Me Not Forest

A blog I've been reading that's good.
From Forget Me Not Forest
I usually would say, "I'm sorry that I haven't posted anything in a while." but of course, my mom read this and said, "Becca! You don't have to say sorry. XD" Mainly because, this is my blog, and you are reading it, you have every right to delete this from the reading corner of Internet blogs in your mind. In other words, you don't have to read it. Mwhaha, so not sorry.
But then again...I would say it anyway. >__<

Dum da da dum!

So I signed up for National Novel Writing month (aka NaNoWriMo). I have to write a 50,000 word story in a month. This month, actually. Which is why I didn't blog yesterday or the day before. The day before I was up until 2:00 in the morning writing my novel, and last night Dad was on, so I couldn't do anything.
Leaving me very far behind. Two days. 3,300 words, to be exact. *sighs* If you want to read what I've got so far, you can go here.
http://bardsnano.blogspot.com
Anyway, Mom started working (as she usually does this time of year) Tuesday, and I was in charge of the kids. Pop was still here, but he just watched Baby, so I was stuck working in the mental ward. Here is a sample conversation. Pop is stealing a piece of candy from our rewards box. Edison says:
"Don't eat that. It's for rewards." Pop says:
"I'm 62."
"That doesn't matter. If Monet killed somebody-"
"I'm 62. I'm not killing anybody."
"Okay, let's make it something smaller. If you steal a piece of candy-"
"I'm not stealing, I'm eating a piece of candy. I'm 62, you have a whole life ahead of you."
Tell me, does that make any sense? No, not really. Whatever. I have enough to deal with without Pop. Monet has made several attempts on my life so far. And Mom's only worked one day! But it usually starts out pretty rocky, then things even up.
But if the Christmas banquet thing gets sceduled for the same day as a concert, I'm skipping it. Last year I missed the concert, and Ash said it was really fun, and they did well.
Just my luck.
Besides, if I don't go, there's less chance of me getting kissed.
Okay, that sounded weird.
Let me explain. There's this song that the local high school choir (who preforms at this banquet) always does. It's called the mistletoe polka. They sing this STUPID song, and then go out into one row, and he or she kisses (on the cheek) all the girls or boys in their row.
Leave it to me to get it not only one time, but both times. Edison and Monet, of course, are unscarred.
So if I miss the banquet, I won't be missing much. I still get my candy.
And I like candy.

Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

I'm really sorry I didn't update sooner, But what with being really tired Wednesday night, and gone Thursday night, and home really late Friday night, and really tired Saturday night, and not allowed on the puter Sunday night, you can see that I couldn't possibly post.
Anyway, nothing really happened on Wednesday. So it's not like I really needed to post.
I went to Kat's house on Thursday. It was great. Kat is one of those friends that you can just relax with. If she was a food, it would be mashed potatos, or something like that. I mean, all nice and comfy.
I helped baby-sit, and we watched Holes on TV. We both agree that Squid is kind of cute. And that Zig-zag and X-ray are scary. And that Stanley is really funny.
When we got back home, we went on several walks around a park next to her house. We also made up a secret hand shake. I decided that football players make me nervous.
Has anyone ever smelled that purfume called Love Spell? It smells like Hawaiian punch. Really good. If I was a guy, I would be falling in love with girls all the time for wearing that stuff. As it is, I was content to keep sniffing Kat and telling her "You smell REALLY good."
It's a good thing she already knew I was crazy, or she might have been worried.
The other good thing is that I can talk to her about the Unknown, and she won't tease me overmuch. (Ha ha, she knows but you don't!)
Friday night was the party. I had to get my costume done in about a half an hour. Edison helped. It looked cool. As soon as I figure out how to use the picture thing I'll post pics.
Saturday some friends of my dad came over. They were nice.
Sunday we visited my great-grandparents.
Today I went to Tal's house. If Tal was a food, he would be a pineapple. Because he's really cool and goofy. Are pineapples not cool and goofy?
He's still wrong, though.
We goofed off for a bunch of hours. We played Kingdom of the Freakazoids (Which is basically just us pretending to knight people and fight and stuff.) and talked about Harry Potter. He kind of proved most of my spur of the moment theories wrong, but that was because they WERE wrong. Like, James being Voldemort. And some other one I forget. We talked books for a long time, too. Then we had pizza. Then we watched One Ring to Rule Them All 2 together. It was just as funny as always.
Then choir. Nothing really happened. Well, except we sang Fum, Fum, Fum, which is really fun. A couple of the guys got up front and sang the really really low part. It was great. I didn't even know they could sing that low.
And just for the sake of saying something, the Unknown was one of the singers.
So I mentioned him again. So what.

*blushes*