Pondering.

I went to another party. I am just a regular party animal. I got a prize, too. But I'm not saying what for. Because everyone will laugh at me.
Also I played Red Rover for the first time in my life, and I sustained heavy damage. But other than that it was fun.
I don't have any deep thoughts for today. I don't have any thoughts. I need to record my thoughts when I have worthy ones. Or even interesting ones. Or even any kind. Arg. I usually have something to say about SOMETHING. But I can't think of ANYTHING lately. Is it possible that I have run out of original thoughts?
I guess I have some other thoughts, but I don't really want to put them out for everyone to read. Maybe lately I've been thinking things that are more about what I'm going to do with my life, and I guess about how different people react to circumstances in their lives differently. I think that's the only way I can put it.

I am tired. But I don't really know why. I didn't have to work today.
I have a cool watch. It's got studs and a jolly roger. And it's cool. I also got a cool shirt and a cool hat and a cool savings account. Okay, the savings account probably isn't that cool, but whatever.
I can't wait for drama to start. I also can't wait for Chemistry to start. Blowing things up and not getting in trouble. SWEET!
I don't have anything else to say. I'm going to have a tea party, I think. So I guess I'll be going.

But why is the rum gone?

Today I am going to be brave and write my title AFTER I write the post. Usually I do the title first, which may or may not be the reason why my titles never really have anything to do with what I actually post. I might be able to figure out some sort of overall topic today and turn it into a title. Or I may do a random one, like I usually do.
I went to Ash's house yesterday, and had a great time. We watched movies all night, and saw that it was very good. We watched the movies that you can talk through most of them and say the lines along because you have the movie memorized. This means Pirates of the Caribbean and Princess Bride. We also watched Princess of Thieves, but I don't have that one memorized because I'd never seen the entire thing, so we didn't talk through all of it. But Princess Bride and PotC are the best movies in the entire world. No joke. Plus Westley is hot. *cough* I mean, Westley is a fine, upstanding citizen. That's what I meant.
Also we listened to Brian Reagan. He is one of the funniest men alive. And he doesn't swear as much as Dane Cook, who does a lot, and is hard to listen to because of it.
"Brian. What is the i before e rule."
"I before e...always..."
"No, Brian. I before e except after c, and when sounding like a as in neighbor or weigh, and on weekends and holidays and the month of May and you'll always be wrong no matter WHAT you say!"
"Man, that's a hard rule."
Then there's the spelling bee.
"I was fine until the spelling bee. Before that I was a moron, but no one knew it. The worst thing is getting up there and spelling it wrong in front of all your friends and sitting down. I was WAY off. I mean, I was using numbers and stuff."
I can't even START to list all the funny stuff he said. He also talked about having 8 kids in his family, which I could kind of sympathize with, having 5 in mine. But they're all nutso, so I guess that equals 8.
Anyway, I think that's just about all I have to say. And I though of an okay title, so everything is fine.

Work is work.

I just realized something. This year I am going to be a Junior. Next year I am going to be a Senior. And then I will be all on my own. I'll have to go to college, and get a real job, and live alone, and everything. And I can't do that. I still don't even know what I want to be when I grow up! I can't grow up if I don't know that! Well, I know what I WANT to be, but I don't know what I'm GOING to be. Because I can't be what I want to be.
Somehow I get this strange feeling that I'm going to be living on the streets in a few years. Because I think I'm born to be a loser. I'm either going to be Kip, a bum, or working at McDonalds, and I frankly don't know which would be worse. I'm seriously freaking out. I haven't finished Algebra 2 yet. How can I do anything when I haven't finished Algebra 2? How can I do anything? I don't want to grow up yet, I'm just a kid. I can't get a job for all the time. I have a job right now and I don't have time to do everything that I want to do. I can't get a real job, or I won't have time to even do things that I don't want to do. And other than impractical things that I can't be, the only other thing I can think to do is get some job that I would hate that doesn't require anything because that's the only thing I CAN do. I can't even get married and stay home all day because I don't think I'm going to end up married (Which is another thing that makes me worried. What if I die without one romantic interlude? What if I die an old maid? Would that not be awful? I'm not that much of a hopeless romantic, but the thought of never having a relationship bugs me a little bit.). I think I should stop thinking about it, because the more I think about it the more freaked out I get, and pretty soon I'm going to end up crying like I did before my 16th birthday.

Here's this thing...

Best

1. Male friend: Tal.
2. Female friend: Many more than I deserve.
3. Vacation: Either Italy or China. Probably China.

Favorite
1. Time of day: 12:00 AM.
2. Day of the Week: Saturday or Monday. Or Thursday. It depends on what part of the year.
3. Food: Mashed potatoes.
4. Memory: Maybe winning third place at the tourney, maybe that one really great concert in Italy, maybe the moment I walked into a room filled with people who love me for a suprise party, or maybe being on stage.

Last
1. Person you saw: Monet.
2. Talked to on the phone: Ash.
3. Text: Nobody.
4. IMed: Ann's stepbrother, for some reason.

Today
1. What are you doing now:Um, writing this thing on the computer. That's kind of a dumb question.
2. Wearing: Sweaty clothes from work. And a hat, of course.
3. Better than yesterday?: I don't know yet. Um, probably the same, unless I do some algebra, in which case today will be better.

Tomorrow
1. Tomorrow Is: Thursday.
2. Got any plans: Other than going to work? No.
3. Dislikes about tomorrow:Well, going to work isn't choice, but I get paid, so that's good.

Favorite
1. Number: 42.
2. Song: Hmm. I'm thinking right now that it's The Ballad of Sorrow and Joy by Jake Armerding. Or The Choice by Jonatha Brooke.
3. Color: Purple.
4. Season: Whatever season it is is always my favorite. So Summer.

Currently
1. Missing someone: I miss everybody from classes and stuff, but not intensely, or anything.
2. Mood: Tired.
3. Wanting: For my headache to go away.

Yes or No:
I am a cuddler: Um, I guess.
I am a morning person: Not really.
I am a perfectionist: With myself? Yes. I'm not annoyed when other people mess stuff up. I'm not cranky, or anything. I'm just really hard on myself.
I am an only child: No.
I am currently in my pajamas: No.
I am currently single: Yes.
I am addicted to myspace: Actually, I think myspace is pretty lame. Although I do have one.
I am online 24/7: No. But I am on a lot.
I am very shy around the opposite gender: Only if I have a crush on them.
When I get mad, I curse: No in a major way.
I enjoy country music: Basically.
I enjoy jazz music: It depends.
I enjoy smoothies: When Mom makes them, yes.
I enjoy talking on the phone: With certain people.
I have a crush: Not a huge one. I'll probably have a huge one again when I see the person in question regularly.
I have a hard time paying attention at school: No.
I have a hidden talent: I wish.
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: Like I would say. Not really.
I have a tendency to fall for the "wrong" girl/guy: If that means that they don't notice you at all, yes. If it means that they're bad, or something, no.
I have at least one brother and/or sister: Two brothers, two sisters.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor: Yes.
I have broken a bone: No.
I have changed a diaper: Many times.
I have changed a lot over the past year: I hope so. I think I have.
I have done something illegal: Not that I am aware of.
I have had major/minor surgery: Nope. The worst injury that I've sustained was when Moneyt smashed my finger, and I didn't even need stitches for that.
.I have had my hair cut within the last 2 months: I though I had, but I guess that was in March. Wow.

"How Old Were You When You First ...."
Fell in love: Never have.
Lost someone close to you: I think I was five.
Drank alcohol: Probably 8, but Mom only gave me beer so that I'd never want to drink it again. It was so gross.
Smoked weed: Never.
Got kissed: Never. And that isn't right. Shouldn't it be were kissed? Got kissed sounds like you're a redneck.
Got your heart broken: Never. I am so boring.
Got arrested: Again, never.
Smoked a cigarette: Never.
Broken a bone: Never. I think I should just write never for the rest. I probably haven't done them.
Got cheated on: Never.
Rode the city bus: Um, I think I did at First Night one year, so I was probably 9 or 10.
Went to a concert: 6 or 7. Actually, I went to Alive when I was 1, but I don't remember it.
Met someone famous: Probably young. I've met a lot of famous people.
Dyed your hair: 15.
Got your own cell phone: Don't have one, don't want one.
Got a boyfriend/girlfriend: Heh. I'm tempted to write the same, but that would just be me being a rebel again.
Snuck out of the house: Well, other than when I was little and ran away a lot, probably I did when I was 15, but I just went up to our new house, which is like, 200 feet away. So it wasn't some awful thing.
First time you got drunk: I'm drunk on life, people.
How old are you now: 16

Square dancing.

This is fun. You wouldn't think so if you've seen any movies, but it is. Especially if you ask some kid you've only talked to once before and he thinks you're a moron, but dances with you anyway. And it's even cooler when you ask your brother beforehand, "Dare me to ask that kid to dance?" in a Napoleon Dynamite voice.

Dulcea's Wild Party

I just got back from Dulcea's birthday party. It was so much fun! We played Mafia, and had a HUGE water fight, and I got a buncha people in the face. And Z let me use his bucket, for which I will record him forever as a Nice Person. Also there was a nacho machine.
And Aragorn's topic (which I don't know anything about) will be discussed today.
Red weddings are really in because red is the new white, just like orange is the new pink and pink is the new black. So people think they're getting all white stuff, but really it's red because the fancy design people call red white now, and no one knows what they're talking about anymore. Not that anyone knew in the first place. Those people don't really make any sense to me. A lot of people don't make any sense to me. Also people think that red is hot. I don't know if that's accurate, but I don't think it is because anyone can buy red clothes, even me. And not everyone is hot, so red might not always be attractive, although people shouldn't judge by looks in the first place. So, in conclusion, do whatever you want for your wedding. I'm going to have a hippy wedding like in Runaway Bride, except that I don't know who I'm going to marry yet, if I marry at all. Maybe instead of getting married I'll just wear a pretty dress and have a huge party and go on a trip afterwards. That way I can have all the fun without any of the responsibility. I think that sounds pretty fun.

Here is what I like to read:

If anyone wants to see a realio truelio list of what I read, you can click that little "librarything" on the sidebar, although it's not complete because I need to pay for it to put any more books on (which I think I will, I just haven't done so yet). But for a few of my favorites, this is a start.

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams.
This is truly a GREAT book. Silvie, if you haven't read it yet, you need to. It's like Pratchett, only sci/fi. Read the other books, too. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Life the Universe and Everything, So Long and Thanks for All the Fish and Mostly Harmless. There are other Douglas Books not in the series and I'm sure they're really good, but I haven't read them and therefore cannot acurately reccomend them.

All American Girl by Meg Cabot.
If you are in the mood for a fluffy chick novel, please read this one. It's about Sam, the non-conformist rebel artist who always wears black to mourn her generation's...everything, and how she starts out the book thinking she's in love with her sister's boyfriend, then saves the life of the President of the USA and her life changes. And, of course, she realizes she isn't in love with her sister's boyfriend. Because he's kind of stupid, actually. She starts out the book kind of a brat, but in the end you'll see that she's changed a lot, and that's what I like about it.

Boy and the sequel Going Solo by Roald Dahl.
If you ever wondered where the famous author Roald Dahl (James and the Giant Peach, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) got his inspiration you should read these books. Even if you've never wondered about it you should read these books. They're a very interesting narration of Dahl's life, including funny stories of his family and dreadful stories of his boarding schools.

The Ear, The Eye and The Arm by Nancy Farmer.
This book has just about the right mixture of humour, suspense and meaning. It's the story of three children who first sneak out of their high security house (it's set in the future, and their father is a political figure) and are then kidnapped. It switches between their story and the plot of the three private eyes who are hired to find them. Due to pollution, the three have unusual looks. Ear had huge ears with sensitive hearing and is generally sensitive to pain as well, Eye has to wear special glasses to shield his eyes, and Arm, along with his long arms, has the power to feel people's emotions, and that power is growing day by day.

The Princess Bride by William Goldman.
Did you like the movie? The book is even better.

The Tough Guide to Fantasyland by Diana Wynne Jones.
A must for any writer of fantasy. Deals with basically every cliche in the book, and makes you laugh besides. The only downer is that I think it's kind of rare in the States.

Anything Pratchett is also good. I don't really feel like going on right now. Those are all the really goods from one bookshelf. I'll do the other one later.

This one's for Em-bot.

First of all, I'm feeling a lot better today, and thank you, everyone, for praying and hugging and wishing me better and all that other good stuff.
Second of all, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean 2! W00t! The only thing I'm going to say about it is that it's really good and everyone should go and see it. I don't want to give anything away to those who haven't seen it. With that, I will go into the topic for today.
Johnny Depp and cake. For Sil, I will not mention anything about his latest movie.
One thing that Em is good at is making bundt cakes. She's practically famous for it, actually. And she took a picture of one and put it on her site, and I thought it looked wonderful. Cakes in general are wonderful, especially cheesecake and carrot cake. Carrot cake is wonderful because of the really good frosting, and because you can eat it for breakfast because it has veggies in it. Cheesecake, well, it's cheesecake. There isn't really anything to say about it.
If I were really smart, I could list a bunch of interesting facts about cakes all over the world, but as I am not, I will tell you that when I was little, my mother told me that there are no carrots in carrot cake, and I believed her. I don't know how I managed to be so stupid when I was that age, but I was. The jig was up when I saw her scraping carrots into the batter, though. It was like that one Calvin and Hobbes comic where Calvin jumps out at his parents on Christmas Eve while they're enjoying some hot cocoa, and says, "AHA! Santa flambe!" Only I don't know how to so the little accent thing on the keyboard. There is an accent on that, right?
Another good thing about cakes is that you get one on your birthday. Sometimes the ones from stores like Giant Eagle or whatever are pretty cruddy, but they are still full of sugar, and that's the important part, right? I usually get an ice cream cake from DQ on my birthday because they're really good and because they have those little crunchy fudge things. The Baby calls all cakes birthdays. So if she ever tells you that she's going to eat your birthday, it means she's going to eat your cake.
I think that's all I have to say about cakes.
Johnny Depp is also really cool. Ash's cousin had a tee shirt that says Crybaby (which is a movie Johnny Depp was in) and people always tell him, "That's a good movie," but firstly, he has never seen the movie and secondly, the shirt is actually for some kind of music thing, which figures.
There is a song where a guy says he wishes he were Johnny Depp. It's a really good song. Harrod and Funck. So go look 'em up.
A lot of girls have crushes on Johnny Depp. I do not, but I can see why other people do, because he's pretty cool, and girls only like guys with skills.
Gosh. I can't say anything else about him without wanting to talk about the movie. So I'm done.

Bleh.

So, for this particular post I will not be discussing the stuff ya'll gave me to discuss. That is because I can barely see straight. That is because I have the flu. In the middle of Summer. What the heck. Everyone in my family has/had it except Sweetheart, Pop and Baby. Edison is getting over it, Monet is a little bit sick, Dad and I feel awful, and Mom already had it. So yeah. Just letting you all know that if I'm not replying to emails or updating it's because I'm dying, not because I'm dead. Or angry with you. Hopefully I'll be able to work tomorrow, but I don't think I will.

GATOR!

I got to drive the Gator at work today. (For those of you who aren't from the country and don't know what a gator is, it's a little tractor thing for hauling stuff around. It isn't actually a tractor, but it's a little vehicle. For taking things places. It's also green.) It was fun. I didn't run into anything, and I didn't hurt anybody and I didn't break anything. Even when I was backing up. Other than that, work was work. I watered almost everything outside AND two whole greenhouses. And put fertilizer on them. So that was pretty hot. Although that's not a very interesting topic of conversation.

Mom and Edison were sick yesterday. Edison wasn't too bad, but Mom was. She didn't go to work. She's better today. I think she and Dad are going to rent a movie, or something.

I'm finding it hard to think of a topic that isn't lame. I've already written about a lot of things that I think about, and I don't feel like lying again. Maybe some of my friends should submit topics for me to give my opinion on. Although that's kind of weird, too. You guys have to help me out to make your lives richer!

Star wars joke and funny translations

I'm not really going to say anything about today because all I've done so far is water plants, and no one wants to hear about that. Even I don't want to hear about it. Although I really do love my job. I'm not just saying it to make it true. I love it.
So, the other day my five year old girl cousin (who is going to be known as Model because she could be one) started telling Edison a joke.
"Hey, Edison. What did Qui-Gon say to Luke when they went to a restaruant?"
"Qui-Gon never met Luke," Edison said through a mouthful of marshmallow. "Qui-Gon died like, 10 years before Luke was even born."
"Just answer the question."
"You should use Yoda or Obi-Wan, because they did meet Luke."
"Well, the joke goes Qui-Gon. Do you know?"
"Use the fork. You already told me that one."
I thought it was kind of funny.
Another funny thing was this: Mom stopped at a gas station and bought Baby this little toy cell phone. It was some Barbie wanna-be pink monstrosity that I was surprised my mother bought. Until I saw the title. It said Benign Girl Super Telephone. It was made in some other country. I think they were going for design, but missed slightly. It cracked me up. It also had this cool little ringtone thing that played "Ai-ai-ah, ai-i-ah!"

Camping is fun.

We went camping yesterday. And we went to a concert. The band was Toto. One of my dad's favorite bands. The concert was pretty good. I'm not one of those kids who can't stand their parents music, so I had a good time. Also I got to see my aunt, uncle and cousins from Chicago because they went camping with us. I didn't have any car chases or leather, but I did wear camo pants. Because camo pants are love. One time I said camo and my friend thought I said camel. Camel pants. That sounds uncomfortable.
I ate some pizza, too. And I'm carefully not saying anything about the guy serving the pizza because I don't want to sound boy crazy.
Now Edison is making fun of me because this is so boring. It isn't my fault that I can't do something interesting ever.
Okay, well, I did kinda set Monet's hair on fire the other day, but that was an accident. And it didn't even leave a mark, so it hardly qualifies.
My little cousin, on the other hand, has a very exciting life. I think I'm going to call him Spiderman. Because that's who he thinks he is. He actually climbed on my aunt's minivan. Like, on the roof. He was trying to pull Baby onto the hood and yelling, "I don't want you to die!" I grabbed Baby before she made it up, but Spiderman just climbed right up the windshield and started doing the Spidey finger web thing. So I was standing there looking up at him saying, "Um, yeah. I think you might want to come down now." And he looked down at me, shot me with his finger and said blithely, "I can spin my webs!" I think I was the only person who noticed where he was for a while, then my aunt came over and said, "Spiderman! Down! Now!" And he whined about it. "But Mom! I'm Spiderman!"
Yeah. Sure you are, kid.
He also hung upside down off my lap and said "I'm falling with style!"
Come to think of it, he also said that when we were looking over the cliff. That's when we decided to head back to the campout.
That's all I have to say of interest.

Puppies are lovely.

I just came back from Kat's house. I had a good time.
I think I need a more exciting life. Something with considerably more car chases and explosions. But seeing as I can't even drive yet, I don't think I'll be participating in any car chases.
Unless of course I get to be the hot chick shooting the gun at people. But that would require either a miracle or drastic plastic surgery, since I'm not sure anyone would describe me as hot. Cute, maybe. Even possibly pretty. Not hot.

Okay. So this is my lie life.

This morning I was awoken by the sound of sirens going off. My high tech watch (People have to have a high tech watch) was bleeping with an alert from the HQ. They needed me. So I put on my slick black leather jumpsuit and did a few pushups, then pulled my hair into a ponytail. I didn't need a brush or a mirror, because my hair is perfect. I could even leave it down, but I want to look tough today. Also, I don't have to put on any makeup because it's apparently tatooed on. Or else I have a robot to do it for me in my sleep. I'm not entirely clear on that point.
Anyway, when I got there, there were a bunch of guys standing around waiting for me. They all looked really astounded at my gorgeousness, especialy the new one, who I will probably end up dating by the end of today. They talked about some evil plan for a while, but I wasn't really paying attention. It's probably the same as always, anyway.
Then I made fun of the new guy for a while, then we went off and had a car chase, which ended in a shoot out, which ended in the enemy base exploding. Then the new guy and I had a romantic interlude. We were interrupted by some generic funny guy telling us that the bad guys were coming. Then we beat them after a really close call. Then they thought that the new guy's father/mentor/brother/dog was dead, but just when we were about to helocopter out of the rubble, he/she/it came stumbling out of the wreckage. Then after we got back there was another romantic interlude and the guy kissed me. Then I went back home and watched TV for a while. I can't wait to see what tommorow holds!