I used to love wide-leg jeans. I used to think the only jeans that were worth looking at were wide-leg jeans. I was never seen in denim if it weren't a pair of wide-leg jeans. I thought the trend change to bootleg and flare jeans were a sign of the madness and depravity of humanity, or at least the fashion world.
I have since changed my mind.
This was due mainly to the fact that you can no longer find wide-leg jeans anywhere. Believe me, I tried searching high and low for them. I clung to my last few dieing pairs as though they were the most beloved friends I'd ever had. But, alas, all fabric must wear eventually, and fade, and, gasp, tear. And so, one day I gave in. I bought a pair of bootleg jeans. I drove home from the store expecting to suffer through wearing them. Were bootlegs not the enemy? Had society not used them to replace my favorites? This was a surrender that I would only just endure.
I will now only be seen in public in bootleg jeans. I still have one old pair of wides, well worn and so comfy for at home wear, but the majority of my jeans drawer is bootlegs. I had a new fad.
This little experience was not unique. I go through this all the time, really. For example, I grew up utterly assured that pink was evil. Pink was society's way of getting girls to be brain-dead clones who only cared about whether or not their makeup was perfect, the cute boy was single, or the Gap was having a sale. Pink had no identity of it's own, if you liked or wore pink you were just like everyone else. This, while never articulated into words at that tender young age, was why I said my favorite color was red in kindergarten. I didn't care 2 figs about the color red. I didn't have a favorite color in kindergarten. I suspect when I answered that question I just looked up and saw something red, and since most of the other little girls had said their favorite was pink, I surely wasn't going to say that.
Just by looking at the main color scheme of my blog you can see that I have changed my mind about pink. I've decided I love pink. It however, isn't my favorite color. Blue is my favorite color. I decided that long ago, and shall stick with it. But I like pink very, very much. I know it's a phase I will go through. I will one day not wear anything pink and not think the outfit is missing something. I won't care either way about it.
I think that a large part of my reason for going against pink and bootleg jeans is that I despise being like everyone else. I'm over that now. At least, a little bit. I used to want to so badly to be an individual that I didn't care if that individual were me or not. I've learned better now. I am starting to realize that if I like something that is popular, it doesn't make me a mindless drone following the orders of someone else. It's ok to like something popular.
I'm not sure how much any of this would apply to anyone besides me, but it definitely helps me to realize this.
Till next I write.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Saturday, April 08, 2006
The longest 15 minutes
I think that the longest fifteen minutes in the day is from 2:30 to 2:45 pm. Everyday, it feels like the clock slows down. I know that the clock isn't to blame, it's an atomic clock, it's never wrong.
By contrast, the shortest fifteen minutes in the day is 2:45 to 3:00 pm. That, my friends, is my afternoon break time. Life speeds up like someone is watching a video tape and that happens to be the commercial break, and what do most normal people do during a taped commercial break? They fast-forward.
I've often wondered why this phenomenon doesn't occur in the morning. Why doesn't the half-hour involving my pre-morning break and morning break go through the same dramatic change? I believe it is because I don't actually wake up until noon. I don't wake up until I've eaten lunch. Oh, I'm awake, I assure you, I simply am not really awake mentally. I don't care about the clock until 12:15. Wait, you say, you said you wake up at noon! Yes, my astute readers. I wake up at noon, but I don't care about the clock. From noon to 12:15, I am only concerned with eating. I don't eat breakfast, you see. No need to tell me that it's the most important meal of the day, I already know that. I don't like breakfast. I don't like breakfast food, I don't like taking more time in the morning to eat. I simply do not like breakfast. The only breakfast I like is waffles, and only the kind my mom makes, not the toaster kind. Not even the restaraunt kind. I'm picky that way.
I suppose another reason that morning break doesn't fly by is because I usually don't talk to co-workers then. I don't talk much in the morning. No, really, I talk less in the a.m. if you believe that possible. I do talk a little on afternoon break. I do more listening than talking, but still conversation makes time go faster. There are more people in the breakroom in the afternoon, which makes for a noisier environment, another time-speeder.
And so, for me, 2:30 until 3:00 is the stangest, and most changeable half-hour of the day.
Till next I write!
By contrast, the shortest fifteen minutes in the day is 2:45 to 3:00 pm. That, my friends, is my afternoon break time. Life speeds up like someone is watching a video tape and that happens to be the commercial break, and what do most normal people do during a taped commercial break? They fast-forward.
I've often wondered why this phenomenon doesn't occur in the morning. Why doesn't the half-hour involving my pre-morning break and morning break go through the same dramatic change? I believe it is because I don't actually wake up until noon. I don't wake up until I've eaten lunch. Oh, I'm awake, I assure you, I simply am not really awake mentally. I don't care about the clock until 12:15. Wait, you say, you said you wake up at noon! Yes, my astute readers. I wake up at noon, but I don't care about the clock. From noon to 12:15, I am only concerned with eating. I don't eat breakfast, you see. No need to tell me that it's the most important meal of the day, I already know that. I don't like breakfast. I don't like breakfast food, I don't like taking more time in the morning to eat. I simply do not like breakfast. The only breakfast I like is waffles, and only the kind my mom makes, not the toaster kind. Not even the restaraunt kind. I'm picky that way.
I suppose another reason that morning break doesn't fly by is because I usually don't talk to co-workers then. I don't talk much in the morning. No, really, I talk less in the a.m. if you believe that possible. I do talk a little on afternoon break. I do more listening than talking, but still conversation makes time go faster. There are more people in the breakroom in the afternoon, which makes for a noisier environment, another time-speeder.
And so, for me, 2:30 until 3:00 is the stangest, and most changeable half-hour of the day.
Till next I write!
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Greetings to my non-existant readers. If you expected me to let the world know what was the outcome of my prayers and soul-searching, I'm sorry to disappoint. That, for now, is between me and God; not me, God and the internet.
Has anyone noticed that Jason Mraz makes the most beautiful "la-di-da" sounds that ever eminated from a human being? I think so anyway, I don't much like his lyrics, but if he put out a CD of just him making those sounds and playing giutar, I'd so buy it and play it to death. As it is, I'll just return his CD to the library after a couple of weeks and forget about him entirely. Sorry, Mraz.
I recently went a little nuts putting CDs on hold at my library. I had about 18 on hold, and recently discovered that you can only check out 10 at a time. Darn. Anyway, I gave Mraz a try, and Anna Nalick. I have Breathe (2 Am) from Itunes already, but since it was the only song of hers I'd heard, I figured I'd give Wreck of the Day a chance. The result is that I'm intrigued by Forever Love (Digame). Again, a cd that musically is beautiful, but lyrically I'm disappointed. I have a problem with music that is definitely and without a doubt not Christian. I dont' think there is any problem with that, my saviour, Jesus Christ, is everything to me, and I don't like things or people to deny him. It is, however, making it difficult to find thought-provoking music. Especially when most Christian music seems anything but thought-provoking to me, and it doesn't help that the local radio station plays some of my least favorite songs and artists incessantly.
I have decided that I find Superchick to be the Black Eyed Peas of the Christian music world. Insulting? Maybe, but it's how I feel. I don't like Superchick, and I don't like Black Eyed Peas. (My Humps is the most idiotic and insulting song I've heard in a long time) Think about it, though, they both have catchy music, that seems to do little more than loop around a certain phrase more than is necessary. You can listen without thinking.
I hope I don't sound stuck up. I own an A-Teens CD after all. I was a huge Backstreet Boys fan, and still have 3 of their CDs.
Has anyone noticed that Jason Mraz makes the most beautiful "la-di-da" sounds that ever eminated from a human being? I think so anyway, I don't much like his lyrics, but if he put out a CD of just him making those sounds and playing giutar, I'd so buy it and play it to death. As it is, I'll just return his CD to the library after a couple of weeks and forget about him entirely. Sorry, Mraz.
I recently went a little nuts putting CDs on hold at my library. I had about 18 on hold, and recently discovered that you can only check out 10 at a time. Darn. Anyway, I gave Mraz a try, and Anna Nalick. I have Breathe (2 Am) from Itunes already, but since it was the only song of hers I'd heard, I figured I'd give Wreck of the Day a chance. The result is that I'm intrigued by Forever Love (Digame). Again, a cd that musically is beautiful, but lyrically I'm disappointed. I have a problem with music that is definitely and without a doubt not Christian. I dont' think there is any problem with that, my saviour, Jesus Christ, is everything to me, and I don't like things or people to deny him. It is, however, making it difficult to find thought-provoking music. Especially when most Christian music seems anything but thought-provoking to me, and it doesn't help that the local radio station plays some of my least favorite songs and artists incessantly.
I have decided that I find Superchick to be the Black Eyed Peas of the Christian music world. Insulting? Maybe, but it's how I feel. I don't like Superchick, and I don't like Black Eyed Peas. (My Humps is the most idiotic and insulting song I've heard in a long time) Think about it, though, they both have catchy music, that seems to do little more than loop around a certain phrase more than is necessary. You can listen without thinking.
I hope I don't sound stuck up. I own an A-Teens CD after all. I was a huge Backstreet Boys fan, and still have 3 of their CDs.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
I admit, I don't know
Here I am, 23 years old, and I have no idea what I am going to do with my life. My dream is to be an author, and get married and have a family. I don't know how to get there.
So, what am I going to do about it? I'm going to pray. For those of you who know me, that statement coming from me is radical and strange. My mom would probably act shocked to read it, knowing that it came from her daughter. She's been pressing me (it seriously feels like nagging, but I'd get in trouble to call it that) to do so for oh... years. I guess when you just reach that point of desperation, and realization that you're stuck you finally get it that God's the only one who can tell you what to do.
I'm also going to (privately in my own journal) write down exactly what it is I want. And I'll go into specifics. This will be done prayerfully and carefully. Really, I've gone through most of my life just letting it happen.
That changes now.
So, what am I going to do about it? I'm going to pray. For those of you who know me, that statement coming from me is radical and strange. My mom would probably act shocked to read it, knowing that it came from her daughter. She's been pressing me (it seriously feels like nagging, but I'd get in trouble to call it that) to do so for oh... years. I guess when you just reach that point of desperation, and realization that you're stuck you finally get it that God's the only one who can tell you what to do.
I'm also going to (privately in my own journal) write down exactly what it is I want. And I'll go into specifics. This will be done prayerfully and carefully. Really, I've gone through most of my life just letting it happen.
That changes now.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
I'm such a girl... Quizzes!
| You Are a Chick Rocker! |
 You're living proof that chicks can rock You're inspired by Joan Jett and the Donnas And when you rock, you rock hard (Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!) |
| You Are Winter! |
 Serious Cozy Calm Shy |
| You've Been Bit By the Shopping Bug! |
 You're constantly adding to your wardrobe - and it shows However, you can show some restraint. You love good deals. Your love of the clearance rack has paid off... You probably have only maxed out card or two, if at all! |
| You Are Boot Cut Jeans |
 You're fashionable and sexy - in an understated way. You're more about looking good than following the latest look of the week. |
| You are a Rocker Girl! |
 If you don't have musical talent, you've got a talent for picking out great CD's. Music rules your life - and you've got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know. Many guys find you intimidating, but a select few think you're the catch of a lifetime. Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you'll find love with a fellow rocker! |
Thursday, February 16, 2006
When I grow up, I want to be Becca Barlow
Drop what you are doing right this minute, run to Yahoo Music and watch the Barlow Girl "Never Alone" video. NOW, I tell you! Why are you still reading this? Go!
There, now that you've done that, tell me that Becca Barlow, the guitarist, isn't cool. You can't, can you?
Actually, I'm pretty near obsessed with BarlowGirl right now. I love, love, love their music. However, if you had told me that I would love them the first time I heard their first CD, I'd have called you insane. I thought their music was cheesy, nearing vague (for Christian music) and just too "rock" for me. I have since bought their second CD.
The story behind me getting Another Journal Entry was this: I was having a rough time, emotionally. My mom and I had just had a blow-up, I was nervous about being home alone for the first time in my life, and I needed something to build me up. I saw "Let Go" as a free download on Itunes, and got it, but it didn't impress me. It did, however, let me know that they had a new CD out, though. While researching this CD, I came across a page that had "I Need You To Love Me" on it. The whole song. It struck a chord with me so strongly that I didn't hesitate to buy the entire album. I wanted it so badly, that I didn't even wait to go to a store to get the real thing, I downloaded it from Itunes (a practice usually reserved for single good songs from bad albums). I listened to it at least three times before I went to bed, and I go to bed at 10:00 and had downloaded the album at 9:30.
Actually, since then, "I Need You To Love Me" hasn't stayed up so well in my opinion. Yes, I still like it, but it isn't "it" anymore, if that makes any sense. Shardae could tell you that the song that I now run to when I need support and can't go and read my Bible for 2 hours or so is "Psalm 73 - My God's Enough". It was also the first time I heard "No One Like You", and since I'm not a big David Crowder fan, that's my favorite version, and that gives me energy like you wouldn't believe.
Musically, I find BarlowGirl the most comforting and uplifting thing I can listen to. Thanks to the little miracles that are ipod playlists, I can listen to "BarlowGirl" and "Another Journal Entry" all mixed up together, and get the benefit of even their first CD. These two CDs have helped me through a lot of drama since October, and for that I reccomend them to anyone who might like them. (I wouldn't reccomend them to people who think rock music is of the devil. Those people I just sort of stare at, actually... I kid, I kid!)
Actually, the funny thing is, they've given me a bit of a nudge to really try learning guitar. Why? Because Becca is so cool! No, really if any one of the girls can take the blame for that it's Lauren, who never took drum lessons. Yeah, they all play piano, but come on, just picking up the drums!!! Unreal in my book. Actually, anyone who teaches themselves to play any instrument well is amazing to me. I've not been able to do it. (I should be practicing, but instead, I'm typing this up.)
Besides all that, they are huge support in my stand on not dating. When you seriously feel like you're the only person not dating someone, it's good to be able to pop in "Average Girl" and be reminded that you're not alone. There are some other nuts out there with what seems like more faith than sense. (Acutally, I find anyone who doesn't date, but instead does "courtship" [which is a vague and varied term, but I digress] interesting and inspirational. It's hard on me, I know.)
Add to all this, the song "On My Own" which I'm adopting as my theme song. "This pattern seems to be the story of my life/ I should have learned this lesson by the thousandth time" Yeah, that's me.
My plan is to write out their lyrics on a bag for my stuff. Not a purse, a bag, for the non-pursy "essentials" like my Bibles, (I have 2 on me at all times.) my journal, my sketch book, any book I'm reading (if it's small enough, this bag doesn't even exists yet and it's getting heavy) and other "ooh, I need that, too" stuff. I don't know how long that will take me to make, but it's gonna be cool.
Till next I write!
There, now that you've done that, tell me that Becca Barlow, the guitarist, isn't cool. You can't, can you?
Actually, I'm pretty near obsessed with BarlowGirl right now. I love, love, love their music. However, if you had told me that I would love them the first time I heard their first CD, I'd have called you insane. I thought their music was cheesy, nearing vague (for Christian music) and just too "rock" for me. I have since bought their second CD.
The story behind me getting Another Journal Entry was this: I was having a rough time, emotionally. My mom and I had just had a blow-up, I was nervous about being home alone for the first time in my life, and I needed something to build me up. I saw "Let Go" as a free download on Itunes, and got it, but it didn't impress me. It did, however, let me know that they had a new CD out, though. While researching this CD, I came across a page that had "I Need You To Love Me" on it. The whole song. It struck a chord with me so strongly that I didn't hesitate to buy the entire album. I wanted it so badly, that I didn't even wait to go to a store to get the real thing, I downloaded it from Itunes (a practice usually reserved for single good songs from bad albums). I listened to it at least three times before I went to bed, and I go to bed at 10:00 and had downloaded the album at 9:30.
Actually, since then, "I Need You To Love Me" hasn't stayed up so well in my opinion. Yes, I still like it, but it isn't "it" anymore, if that makes any sense. Shardae could tell you that the song that I now run to when I need support and can't go and read my Bible for 2 hours or so is "Psalm 73 - My God's Enough". It was also the first time I heard "No One Like You", and since I'm not a big David Crowder fan, that's my favorite version, and that gives me energy like you wouldn't believe.
Musically, I find BarlowGirl the most comforting and uplifting thing I can listen to. Thanks to the little miracles that are ipod playlists, I can listen to "BarlowGirl" and "Another Journal Entry" all mixed up together, and get the benefit of even their first CD. These two CDs have helped me through a lot of drama since October, and for that I reccomend them to anyone who might like them. (I wouldn't reccomend them to people who think rock music is of the devil. Those people I just sort of stare at, actually... I kid, I kid!)
Actually, the funny thing is, they've given me a bit of a nudge to really try learning guitar. Why? Because Becca is so cool! No, really if any one of the girls can take the blame for that it's Lauren, who never took drum lessons. Yeah, they all play piano, but come on, just picking up the drums!!! Unreal in my book. Actually, anyone who teaches themselves to play any instrument well is amazing to me. I've not been able to do it. (I should be practicing, but instead, I'm typing this up.)
Besides all that, they are huge support in my stand on not dating. When you seriously feel like you're the only person not dating someone, it's good to be able to pop in "Average Girl" and be reminded that you're not alone. There are some other nuts out there with what seems like more faith than sense. (Acutally, I find anyone who doesn't date, but instead does "courtship" [which is a vague and varied term, but I digress] interesting and inspirational. It's hard on me, I know.)
Add to all this, the song "On My Own" which I'm adopting as my theme song. "This pattern seems to be the story of my life/ I should have learned this lesson by the thousandth time" Yeah, that's me.
My plan is to write out their lyrics on a bag for my stuff. Not a purse, a bag, for the non-pursy "essentials" like my Bibles, (I have 2 on me at all times.) my journal, my sketch book, any book I'm reading (if it's small enough, this bag doesn't even exists yet and it's getting heavy) and other "ooh, I need that, too" stuff. I don't know how long that will take me to make, but it's gonna be cool.
Till next I write!
Friday, January 13, 2006
Seven Things
Once again, I've stolen something from a message board.
1.Seven things I plan to do before I die.
1- Go to New York City
2- Go to England
3- Go to Prince Edward Island Canada
4- Get married
5- Have kids
6- Write at least one book
7- Have that book published
.2. Seven things I can do.
1- Bend my pinkie finger so that the tip touches my middle finger knuckle
2- Sing along to Yakko's World from Animaniacs
3- Draw cats
4- Drive a car and sing at the same time
5- Write in Aurabesh
6- Knit
7- Write e-mails that make my friends laugh, without really intending to
3. Seven things I can't do.
1- Speak German
2- Breathe underwater
3- Play the violin
4- Get our new cat to leave the guest room
5- Breakdance
6- Watch surgeries
7- Walk through walls
4. Seven things that attract me to the opposite sex.
1- Dark Hair
2-Blue Eyes
3- Good Laugh
4- Fun sense of humor
5- Considerate
6- Likes animals
7- Tall
5. Seven things I say the most.
1- Uh... yeah
2- Sure
3- O.... k
4- Hey
5- Oh my word
6- What in all manner?
7- Hi Sweetie (to my pets)
6. Seven celebrity crushes.
1- Ewan MacGregor
2- Dominic Monohan
3- Peter Cincotti
4- Christian Bale (???)
5- Not really a crush, but Cary Grant
6- Again, not a true crush, Frank Sinatra
7- After the first one, this list was near impossible! How about... Johnny Depp
7. Seven things that make me uncool.
1- I like the Star Wars prequels
2- I don't dress like a hoochie
3- I don't date
4- I prefer a book to a reality show
5- I had trouble coming up with 7 celebrity crushes
6- I don't like Smallville (I guess that makes me "uncool")
7- I don't watch the O.C.
1.Seven things I plan to do before I die.
1- Go to New York City
2- Go to England
3- Go to Prince Edward Island Canada
4- Get married
5- Have kids
6- Write at least one book
7- Have that book published
.2. Seven things I can do.
1- Bend my pinkie finger so that the tip touches my middle finger knuckle
2- Sing along to Yakko's World from Animaniacs
3- Draw cats
4- Drive a car and sing at the same time
5- Write in Aurabesh
6- Knit
7- Write e-mails that make my friends laugh, without really intending to
3. Seven things I can't do.
1- Speak German
2- Breathe underwater
3- Play the violin
4- Get our new cat to leave the guest room
5- Breakdance
6- Watch surgeries
7- Walk through walls
4. Seven things that attract me to the opposite sex.
1- Dark Hair
2-Blue Eyes
3- Good Laugh
4- Fun sense of humor
5- Considerate
6- Likes animals
7- Tall
5. Seven things I say the most.
1- Uh... yeah
2- Sure
3- O.... k
4- Hey
5- Oh my word
6- What in all manner?
7- Hi Sweetie (to my pets)
6. Seven celebrity crushes.
1- Ewan MacGregor
2- Dominic Monohan
3- Peter Cincotti
4- Christian Bale (???)
5- Not really a crush, but Cary Grant
6- Again, not a true crush, Frank Sinatra
7- After the first one, this list was near impossible! How about... Johnny Depp
7. Seven things that make me uncool.
1- I like the Star Wars prequels
2- I don't dress like a hoochie
3- I don't date
4- I prefer a book to a reality show
5- I had trouble coming up with 7 celebrity crushes
6- I don't like Smallville (I guess that makes me "uncool")
7- I don't watch the O.C.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
That survey
I got the survey I posted below from Josh's MySpace (Congrats Josh, you're the only person I've referred to by first name. BTW, I remember your middle name, it's just less confusing this way)
That is all
That is all
Monday, January 02, 2006
Well, now, Happy New Year!
I hope and trust that you all had an enjoyable Holiday Season, and that you all cleaned up with Christmas presents. I know I did.
There are a few things that I have neglected to blog about, since my last entry. I avoided writing, becuase I found out my brother would be home for Christmas, and I wanted to see how he'd react to a few changes aroud the house. Mostly my new parakeet. You see, the Sunday after Thanksgiving, my mom found out about a family giving away their little blue parakeet. I asked her if we could take him, not really expecting her to say yes, but she did. (Funny story, I got a pet hamster when I was 9 because my mom told me to ask my dad, expecting him to say no, obviously, he didn't) (Ok, maybe not so funny) Anyway, I got a free budgie, that I spent $100 on the day after he came home. Bird supplies are expensive, dude. The guy who was at the house when we picked the bird up wasn't too informative, he didn't know what his family had named the poor dear, so we got to name him. I am now the proud "mommy" of The Dread Parakeet Roberts! We call him Robbie. The name is, of course, taken from The Princess Bride, my favorite quotable movie.
So, as I mentioned, my brother was able to come home for Christmas, which means I got to see him again for the first time in 2 years. I'm amazed and pleased to say that he's been here since Christmas eve and he and I haven't had a single argument. Either we've each matured, or we've been too busy to get on each other's nerves. I'll be nice and call it a combination of the two. He wasn't too surprised by Robbie, though.
I was surprised, though, to learn a few days prior to his arrival that we would be keeping his cat, Sammie. Now, most people that know me, know that I consider cats to be essential to life. No cat, I die. (Exxagerating, yes, but only slightly) But even I know that 3 cats in one house can be pushing it. Especially when cats continually look at Robbie with hungry eyes. (Poor little out-numbered bird) I've only seen Sammie out of my brother's room 2 or 3 times so far, but I'm sure she'll adjust to life here. Especially when she realizes that my brother is leaving.
I have seen Chronicles of Narnia twice now. I definitely enjoyed it and hope they continue and make each book into a movie. It would give me another movie series to look forward to. Star Wars and Lord of the Rings is finished, so I need a new series. (Ok, I suppose "need" is the wrong word, I Want a new series to look forward to)
Christmas was fun. We had a bunch of people over. I got the Nintendo DS I wanted, and quite a few other things. Including Twilight Zone seasons 1 and 3 (Mum couldn't find 2, oh well) I've got 8 games on the DS, but am pretty much taken up with Animal Crossing Wild World and Nintendogs. I find time for Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, though.
New Years Eve, we only had three people over, but it was still fun. I got to watch my Dad, Brother and two guy friends "kill" each other in Medal Of Honor. I didn't play, but that's ok. Let those boys think I can't play video games, I know they're wrong. *wink* I didn't get to sleep until 3 am, and that certainly isn't normal for me. Sorry to say, I wasn't at church on Christmas or New Year's, but I'm sure I'm forgiven for it. I did go to a church, just not my own, and not for services. Sharday and Nick's church had a barbecue yesterday afternoon. I went, and got my butt kicked at Phase 10, which I now hate. (I'd never played before, what can I tell you. By the way, I wanted to slap Alan, really hard. But I think it was just because I was extremely tired, I don't usually want to slap him.)
Well, yesterday, my dad had to take our new computer back to Best Buy, and got a new one. So, I've just finished transfering all my music onto the new one, and updating my ipod. I was just taking some time between to catch up on my blog. My dad needs to do something else, so I'll wrap up here and finish my other tasks.
(I love this bird, he likes the funkiest music. I'm playing Stitched Up by John Mayer and Herb Hancock, and he's just chirping up a storm. Parakeets get loud, my friend, really loud!)
There are a few things that I have neglected to blog about, since my last entry. I avoided writing, becuase I found out my brother would be home for Christmas, and I wanted to see how he'd react to a few changes aroud the house. Mostly my new parakeet. You see, the Sunday after Thanksgiving, my mom found out about a family giving away their little blue parakeet. I asked her if we could take him, not really expecting her to say yes, but she did. (Funny story, I got a pet hamster when I was 9 because my mom told me to ask my dad, expecting him to say no, obviously, he didn't) (Ok, maybe not so funny) Anyway, I got a free budgie, that I spent $100 on the day after he came home. Bird supplies are expensive, dude. The guy who was at the house when we picked the bird up wasn't too informative, he didn't know what his family had named the poor dear, so we got to name him. I am now the proud "mommy" of The Dread Parakeet Roberts! We call him Robbie. The name is, of course, taken from The Princess Bride, my favorite quotable movie.
So, as I mentioned, my brother was able to come home for Christmas, which means I got to see him again for the first time in 2 years. I'm amazed and pleased to say that he's been here since Christmas eve and he and I haven't had a single argument. Either we've each matured, or we've been too busy to get on each other's nerves. I'll be nice and call it a combination of the two. He wasn't too surprised by Robbie, though.
I was surprised, though, to learn a few days prior to his arrival that we would be keeping his cat, Sammie. Now, most people that know me, know that I consider cats to be essential to life. No cat, I die. (Exxagerating, yes, but only slightly) But even I know that 3 cats in one house can be pushing it. Especially when cats continually look at Robbie with hungry eyes. (Poor little out-numbered bird) I've only seen Sammie out of my brother's room 2 or 3 times so far, but I'm sure she'll adjust to life here. Especially when she realizes that my brother is leaving.
I have seen Chronicles of Narnia twice now. I definitely enjoyed it and hope they continue and make each book into a movie. It would give me another movie series to look forward to. Star Wars and Lord of the Rings is finished, so I need a new series. (Ok, I suppose "need" is the wrong word, I Want a new series to look forward to)
Christmas was fun. We had a bunch of people over. I got the Nintendo DS I wanted, and quite a few other things. Including Twilight Zone seasons 1 and 3 (Mum couldn't find 2, oh well) I've got 8 games on the DS, but am pretty much taken up with Animal Crossing Wild World and Nintendogs. I find time for Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, though.
New Years Eve, we only had three people over, but it was still fun. I got to watch my Dad, Brother and two guy friends "kill" each other in Medal Of Honor. I didn't play, but that's ok. Let those boys think I can't play video games, I know they're wrong. *wink* I didn't get to sleep until 3 am, and that certainly isn't normal for me. Sorry to say, I wasn't at church on Christmas or New Year's, but I'm sure I'm forgiven for it. I did go to a church, just not my own, and not for services. Sharday and Nick's church had a barbecue yesterday afternoon. I went, and got my butt kicked at Phase 10, which I now hate. (I'd never played before, what can I tell you. By the way, I wanted to slap Alan, really hard. But I think it was just because I was extremely tired, I don't usually want to slap him.)
Well, yesterday, my dad had to take our new computer back to Best Buy, and got a new one. So, I've just finished transfering all my music onto the new one, and updating my ipod. I was just taking some time between to catch up on my blog. My dad needs to do something else, so I'll wrap up here and finish my other tasks.
(I love this bird, he likes the funkiest music. I'm playing Stitched Up by John Mayer and Herb Hancock, and he's just chirping up a storm. Parakeets get loud, my friend, really loud!)
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