Holy snap! I fail! This all is important crap that I haven't been blogging about. Like, I turned 14! How awesome is that?? And I didn't even blog. Fail.
My Birthday, Not Counting Yesterday
The gifties I got from my my relatives are an Adventures in Odyssey CD (my great-grandma who thinks I'm about 7), $40 to go towards my camera (my grandparents on my dad's side), The Little Mermaid and Peter Pan (exactly what I asked for, old Disney movies. and I'm not even being sarcastic. I'm very happy about these ^^) (my grandparents on my mom's side), and Alice in Wonderland (my uncle). Freaking sweet. I also got a bunch of birthday money. Woo!
So anyway, on my actual birthday, pretty much I just watched Lindsey while my mom and Amy went shopping, and then we went to Johnny Carino's because that is a good eatery. I consumed the same little child pizza I get every freaking time with the chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, and artichokes. It's a tasty pizza. I also got the same drink I get everytime which is an orange creme Italian soda. Except everytime doesn't really mean too much because I've been there 3 times in the last 2 years or something like that.
But our waitress was awesome and brought me some chocolate cake even though they don't normally do things for birthdays. I had like 4 bites of it (and like half of the ice cream but whatever) because I truly was not hungry, and shared it with everyone. Even Lindsey got some. Most of it ended up on her face though.
The prezzies I got from everyone else were awesome awesome awesome too. I got some like bright pink tights, new black tights, The Corpse Bride, Devil Wears Prada, Riot!, a pink shirt with some pandas on it, and... I think that might be it. Oh yeah, I also got some Peeps. I ate all of them, except for one, in ONE DAY. Gah. I mean, that's just eating about 8 sugar-coated marshmallows, which clearly isn't very, like, dense, but still!! It's gross. I'm not sure why I did that.
Lamar
So I already told you all the boring details of Lamar that you really don't care about. We did some crap there, but not much. Mostly I just beat hard on GHIII which took 0.5 effort and be'd on my computer and slept.
But one time, we went to a cow sale. It was kind of strange because the night before my grandparents were like, We have to wake you up early-ish tomorrow cause we're a-goin to a cow sale. And mostly we just went to see my great-grandparents (not the great-grandma who got me the CD, these ones own a farm, live in a trailer home that smells terrible, and have some llamas on their farm) and to eat free food. Seriously, anyone who walks into that little place to buy some cattle get some free meal. The meal wasn't bad. Of course, of COURSE it had beef as the main dish, and it came with lots of things like a bun, some jello, and some green beans and stuff. But anyway, that building smelled completely horrid. The food room didn't though which was good. It had soooo many cowboys there. And the only person I saw who was younger than my sister was an infant. Most people there were superbly old. And then we went into a room and watched some cows run into a pin and be bidded on. And man, those auction men speak a whole different language. You probably have to get some sort of degree in fast speakage in order to get a job as an auctionman. But my grandparents didn't get any cows. They just wanted us to experience some live cow-purchasing.
Another thing that happened was that my grandpa (the photographer, do remember) let me pose while he took some pictures in his studio. There ended up being some really, really cool ones that I would definitely post if my laptop would just connect to the internet. Sorry friend, but the pictures aren't on this desktop computer. But yeah, I wore two different outfits, one of which contained a top hat. Awesome.
Foods I Really Don't Like At All
-French toast
-Eggs
-Pancakes, usually (1 or 1 1/2 is fine, whatever)
-Brown rice (it's so nastily chewyyy)
The Par-tay Yesterday
Third best day ever, after my goodbye party and that day in March that Sarah and I had a sleepover, went to the mall, and then went to the Pajama thing. Seriously. It was awesome.
Basically we went to a restaurant to not eat, except for some people actually did eat, primarily Reilly. She ate kind of a lot. And she was really pretty loud and annoying too. And then Chandler showed up and it scared the living crap out of me. It was hilarious.
So then we went to the mall where we stood in front of the theatre and played with that floor thing for a long time. And then we ate some pretzel bites; yaaaay!! And then we went to Horton Hears a Who which I swear is the best movie ever. Jojo is the cutest thing ever and so is Katie. I want them both. I want t-shirts with them on them. Them them them.
Today and Yesterday
Gah I have felt sick lately. Like, I cannot eat much food at all or my stomach begins to hate me a lot. And I haven't even played any GH even thought I easily can, living in my own house and what not. But pretty much I've just been cleaning my room and looking at old crap, like reading old journals and stuff. Oh! And I've been taking pictures of interesting things I own because I think I'm going to make a new blog...
New Blog
Yeah, I think I'm gonna have a blog simply for the purpose of showing you things I own. An almost-daily blog with an item. I own some pretty freaking awesome/weird/memorable/bizarre things, man. So you'll have to add that new blog to your favorites too. Except a lot of you don't even read this blog. So, fail.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
:)
I had a very nice dream last night. I dreamt that I was in a woods, having a little gathering of small mammals. They were all sitting on my legs, and I felt loved for the first time.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
mA I erehW si ramaL
I think I shall tell you about Lamar. I mean, why not? It's been a big part of my life since before I was born. Sooo...
My Mom's Side of the Family
Ok, soo. First of all, my mom's parents are both pretty young for being my grandparents. They're both not too describable except for the fact that they're both pretty freaking overweight and their names are Sheri and Chuck. Chuck is nearly bald and has glasses, and Sheri has very short red hair (similar to the color Sarah's hair used to be, actually) and has glasses as well. They're photographers which is awesome and probably how I got my mad skills. I mean, I used the Rule of Thirds without ever having heard of it. Must be hereditary (hereditery...?), don't you agree?
One really awesome thing about them is that THEY DISCOVERED THE SITE OF THE SAND CREEK MASSACRE. Do you remember learning about that in 5th grade?? With the Indians and the cannons and the arrows and the dying?? Yeah! My great-grandparents own where it happened!! Soo, obviously I have been on that land to look at cows and stuff billions. Of. Times. I am so history savvy. They have all these thousands of artifacts they got from metal-detecting there.
Their house is pretty freaking large. It has this seperate wing for the photography-ness, with several background things and props everywhere and a computer and craploads of photography equipment. It's really pretty cool in there.
The house itself I personally find to be pretty cool. Downstairs is the living room, with the tv and the fireplace. There are a bunch of antiques EVERYWHERE. I mean, SO MANY OF THEM. And it actually looks good, too, all interior-decorated and stuff. It's a nice room. The kitchen isn't too interesting, except for they somewhat-recently remodeled it and it's all pretty now. The dining room is boring and has a lot of plates in it. Then there's the bathroom and my grandparents' room and the laundry room and stuff, all of which is boring.
Upstairs is cool, though. The other living room (what do you call it, like, the sitting room or something??) has even more craploads of antiques. It has a tv specifically for the purpose of GH in there right now =3. Down the hall are several rooms. The bathroom which is boring, the little childly room where I normally stay but am not this time because my parents aren't here, the Western-y room where I'm staying just because, and the guest room. The childly room is very very pink and has roses on some wallpaper, and is completely filled with old toys that used to be my mom's and uncle's and that were from yardsales and stuff. There are two beds, one of which is smaller than the other. I usually stay in the bigger one. Like, since I was a very young child. And Emily is staying in the smaller bed even now, just because it's pretty much hers. This Western room is very very Western. It's all brown and has a saddle and some cowboy hats and spurs and crap. Even some Sandcreek artifacts in a glass case. And the guest room isn't cool, except that it has a top hat in there. I love that top hat.
The backyard is GIANT. It has all these scenes for photography, like this little bridge, and a swing, and a pond, and a small barn. But, seriously, this yard is huge. And with all the scenes and stuff, I obviously had lots of fun as a child.
Hey, did you know that about my childhood? When I was little, I was constantly pretending. Like, always. At home, I would hang out all day in the basement, pretending I was an orphan in New York living in some abandoned basement with my fellow orphans. Outside, I was an orphan living... outside. At stores I would always pretend I was this really pretty teenager and I would name myself and give myself this whole new appearance and go around deciding how I felt about clothes. And at this house I would always pretend I lived in some fenced-in park (the backyard) and ate, like, fish out of the pond and berries. I was ALWAYS pretending.
Ok, I think that's all you need to know about my mom's parents.
My Dad's Side of the Family
My dad's mom named Nancy. She is pretty much just very healthy. I mean very very healthy. She does that thing of eating a small snack every so often, and just pretty much always eats healthily. She doesn't even like sweet or rich stuff. Like, she did NOT like this fudge I purchased one time. Fudge is good!! How can you not like fudge?? And she does yoga and goes to a very small church. I know a lot of people at that church. Also she mosaics realy well.
My dad's dad is named Rob. He likes to sit in a chair and watch John Wayne. He sometimes makes things out of wood. He used to be really freaking overweight, and he's still pretty overweight, but he got diabeetus and started eating healthily and going on walks, like, every day. So yeah.
Their house is boring, mostly. It's extremly little. 2 bed, 1 bath. The backyard has a wooden swing that is fun. They have a dog named Daisy who stays in her pin in the backyard mostly. But she's a good dog. And she's a very black German Shepard. I don't really believe she's a German Shepard because she's so black. Maybe that's racist, though. I don't know.
Lamar Otherwise
One word = boring. And, seriously, it's a place of it's very own kind. There is no other place like Lamar. Rachel, my mom's cousin, said that it's like a different world yesterday, and I really truly agree. It is. I don't know whether I like it more or hate it more. -shrug-
"Only in Lamar" is something you can say about a lot of things there. Like one time there was this lady who had some seriously insane hair. She was at Pizza Hut. It was pretty funny even though I don't remember what it looked like. And one time they made this... you know those gate things that aren't actually gates? Those things that go over roads? Normally they mark the entrance of, like, a ranch? Yeah. One of those. So they had one of those, and it was too small for the road, so... instead of making a new one, they put it BY the road. Only in Lamar, man; only in Lamar.
I like it because I have seen Main st. soo many times, and it's exactly the same everytime, except around Christmas. But even around Christmas it's no differnt because they use the same decorations every year. THE SAME ONES.
Good restaurants include:
-Thai Spicy Basil (pretty much just Asian. not Chinese, not actually Thai. just Asian.)
-Subway (I loooove Subway even though it's boring)
-this new place I forgot the name of (it's Mexican, Italian, and a steak house all in one!! only in Lamar...)
-Pizza Hut (we go there the day before Thanksgiving every freaking year with my uncle Mike's friend Joe, except we didn't go this time because we were in Sweden)
Stores, though not necessarily good ones, include:
-the crappiest Wal-Mart ever
-Big R (it's this ranch store where you buy horse shampoo and yokes for your oxen, even though the yokes for your oxen thing is kind of an inside joke with Amy. my grandparents used to take Emily and I there every spring because they have these things of chicks (come one, come all to view a thing of females) and ducklings. They were pretty cute, man.)
-at least 100 antique stores
-Berrypatch Kids or something? I don't know what it's called, but it's this extremely expensive child-clothes store I used to go to sometimes. I had a dream about it last night, lol.
Travel is one of my labels for this post but this really isn't travel considering I've probably spent a good 8th of my life here :(
My Mom's Side of the Family
Ok, soo. First of all, my mom's parents are both pretty young for being my grandparents. They're both not too describable except for the fact that they're both pretty freaking overweight and their names are Sheri and Chuck. Chuck is nearly bald and has glasses, and Sheri has very short red hair (similar to the color Sarah's hair used to be, actually) and has glasses as well. They're photographers which is awesome and probably how I got my mad skills. I mean, I used the Rule of Thirds without ever having heard of it. Must be hereditary (hereditery...?), don't you agree?
One really awesome thing about them is that THEY DISCOVERED THE SITE OF THE SAND CREEK MASSACRE. Do you remember learning about that in 5th grade?? With the Indians and the cannons and the arrows and the dying?? Yeah! My great-grandparents own where it happened!! Soo, obviously I have been on that land to look at cows and stuff billions. Of. Times. I am so history savvy. They have all these thousands of artifacts they got from metal-detecting there.
Their house is pretty freaking large. It has this seperate wing for the photography-ness, with several background things and props everywhere and a computer and craploads of photography equipment. It's really pretty cool in there.
The house itself I personally find to be pretty cool. Downstairs is the living room, with the tv and the fireplace. There are a bunch of antiques EVERYWHERE. I mean, SO MANY OF THEM. And it actually looks good, too, all interior-decorated and stuff. It's a nice room. The kitchen isn't too interesting, except for they somewhat-recently remodeled it and it's all pretty now. The dining room is boring and has a lot of plates in it. Then there's the bathroom and my grandparents' room and the laundry room and stuff, all of which is boring.
Upstairs is cool, though. The other living room (what do you call it, like, the sitting room or something??) has even more craploads of antiques. It has a tv specifically for the purpose of GH in there right now =3. Down the hall are several rooms. The bathroom which is boring, the little childly room where I normally stay but am not this time because my parents aren't here, the Western-y room where I'm staying just because, and the guest room. The childly room is very very pink and has roses on some wallpaper, and is completely filled with old toys that used to be my mom's and uncle's and that were from yardsales and stuff. There are two beds, one of which is smaller than the other. I usually stay in the bigger one. Like, since I was a very young child. And Emily is staying in the smaller bed even now, just because it's pretty much hers. This Western room is very very Western. It's all brown and has a saddle and some cowboy hats and spurs and crap. Even some Sandcreek artifacts in a glass case. And the guest room isn't cool, except that it has a top hat in there. I love that top hat.
The backyard is GIANT. It has all these scenes for photography, like this little bridge, and a swing, and a pond, and a small barn. But, seriously, this yard is huge. And with all the scenes and stuff, I obviously had lots of fun as a child.
Hey, did you know that about my childhood? When I was little, I was constantly pretending. Like, always. At home, I would hang out all day in the basement, pretending I was an orphan in New York living in some abandoned basement with my fellow orphans. Outside, I was an orphan living... outside. At stores I would always pretend I was this really pretty teenager and I would name myself and give myself this whole new appearance and go around deciding how I felt about clothes. And at this house I would always pretend I lived in some fenced-in park (the backyard) and ate, like, fish out of the pond and berries. I was ALWAYS pretending.
Ok, I think that's all you need to know about my mom's parents.
My Dad's Side of the Family
My dad's mom named Nancy. She is pretty much just very healthy. I mean very very healthy. She does that thing of eating a small snack every so often, and just pretty much always eats healthily. She doesn't even like sweet or rich stuff. Like, she did NOT like this fudge I purchased one time. Fudge is good!! How can you not like fudge?? And she does yoga and goes to a very small church. I know a lot of people at that church. Also she mosaics realy well.
My dad's dad is named Rob. He likes to sit in a chair and watch John Wayne. He sometimes makes things out of wood. He used to be really freaking overweight, and he's still pretty overweight, but he got diabeetus and started eating healthily and going on walks, like, every day. So yeah.
Their house is boring, mostly. It's extremly little. 2 bed, 1 bath. The backyard has a wooden swing that is fun. They have a dog named Daisy who stays in her pin in the backyard mostly. But she's a good dog. And she's a very black German Shepard. I don't really believe she's a German Shepard because she's so black. Maybe that's racist, though. I don't know.
Lamar Otherwise
One word = boring. And, seriously, it's a place of it's very own kind. There is no other place like Lamar. Rachel, my mom's cousin, said that it's like a different world yesterday, and I really truly agree. It is. I don't know whether I like it more or hate it more. -shrug-
"Only in Lamar" is something you can say about a lot of things there. Like one time there was this lady who had some seriously insane hair. She was at Pizza Hut. It was pretty funny even though I don't remember what it looked like. And one time they made this... you know those gate things that aren't actually gates? Those things that go over roads? Normally they mark the entrance of, like, a ranch? Yeah. One of those. So they had one of those, and it was too small for the road, so... instead of making a new one, they put it BY the road. Only in Lamar, man; only in Lamar.
I like it because I have seen Main st. soo many times, and it's exactly the same everytime, except around Christmas. But even around Christmas it's no differnt because they use the same decorations every year. THE SAME ONES.
Good restaurants include:
-Thai Spicy Basil (pretty much just Asian. not Chinese, not actually Thai. just Asian.)
-Subway (I loooove Subway even though it's boring)
-this new place I forgot the name of (it's Mexican, Italian, and a steak house all in one!! only in Lamar...)
-Pizza Hut (we go there the day before Thanksgiving every freaking year with my uncle Mike's friend Joe, except we didn't go this time because we were in Sweden)
Stores, though not necessarily good ones, include:
-the crappiest Wal-Mart ever
-Big R (it's this ranch store where you buy horse shampoo and yokes for your oxen, even though the yokes for your oxen thing is kind of an inside joke with Amy. my grandparents used to take Emily and I there every spring because they have these things of chicks (come one, come all to view a thing of females) and ducklings. They were pretty cute, man.)
-at least 100 antique stores
-Berrypatch Kids or something? I don't know what it's called, but it's this extremely expensive child-clothes store I used to go to sometimes. I had a dream about it last night, lol.
Travel is one of my labels for this post but this really isn't travel considering I've probably spent a good 8th of my life here :(
Monday, March 3, 2008
Slacker!
Wow, I have not been blogging lately. In one of the most important times of my early teen years. Srsly. It's so awesome to be home, it really is. I just don't know exactly what to write about. Give me some sort of ideas.
New Inside Jokes That Have Been Obtained:
-Trees are the answer
-Jam Rock Jam Pack Jam
-Those stupid freaking spitballs.
New Inside Jokes That Have Been Obtained:
-Trees are the answer
-Jam Rock Jam Pack Jam
-Those stupid freaking spitballs.
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