whew. long title.
Two Turtle Doves - turtle and dove chocolate. Hannah and i dropped it off, and we went around the back way to sneak up to the house. we rang the doorbell and sprinted away, and hid behind the trees. Quentin came out, looked around, and muttered, "I'll bet it's Caitie..."
Three French Hens - three packages of french fries. we reminded him NO PEEKING! and went and left it on the doorstep, rang the bell, and ran away. he didn't open the door, so, worried, we had Hannah's mom call him. he went out, got them, and called her back to say thank you.
Four Calling Birds - four peeps bubble things, and a cell phone. the Fifers left it for me while we were all at the Madrigal Dinner.
Five Golden Rings - Peach-O's. yumyum! Joelle and i took them over, and she started running down the driveway instead of to the row of trees, and i started yelling, "GET BACK HERE, GET BACK HERE!" so we ran behind the trees and dived down. then, when the Days went back inside, we ran down the driveway and got in the car and drove away. it was so much fun. :D
Friday, December 18, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
A Partridge In A Pear Tree
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear tree.
This should be re-written for my friend.
On the first day of Christmas, my weird friend gave to me a pear because she lost the stupid partridge.
DISCLAIMER: i tell this story better in person. if you haven't heard this story, ask me about it, and i'll gladly tell you complete with handmotions and facials.
Hannah and i have decided that it would be really awesome to do the twelve days of Christmas for our friend. We'll call him... eh, screw nicknames, he's Quentin. and yesterday was day one. that's partridge in a pear tree, in case you missed that.
So, after youth group, Logan was like, "Drive me home." and i was all, "I have to run an errand." As soon as the boy found out that i had to buy a pear, he was all for accompanying me. so we jumped in the little Taurus that is my bestest friend, oh how i'd missed it, and sped off to Walmart, which is all of twenty feet from the church.
we parked in the back, sprinted inside, and found the pears. Logan selected two (One for us and one for Quentin), one of which i accidentally threw on the floor, we shoved them in a bag, and bought them. i bought them. err... Dad bought them. haha. then we sprinted back to the car, it was freezing, jumped in, and turned the heat all the way up. and Logan turned on the radio. (The kid has this weird, odd addiction to rap, and makes me listen to it when i cart him around. fortunately, i'm fond enough of him that i can handle it.)
so, while we're driving, i told him the plan.
Me: I'm going to pull into David's driveway, turn around, and put the car in park down the road a little. you jump out, take the pear and the note in this bag, and set it on the doorstep. then you'll ring the doorbell and run away. i'll be waiting.
Logan: -super serious face- Caitie, what if they see me?
Me: Run faster.
Logan: Caitie, what if something goes wrong?
Me: -looks at Logan out of the corner of eye- -turns and pounces- -throws arms around Logan's neck, kisses his ear- In case you don't come back.
Logan: O_O you... you kissed me ear...
then i got to Quentin's house, pulled into David's driveway, turned around, let Logan out.
Me: -strangely excited- Good luck!
Logan: I'LL BE BACK! I WILL FIND YOU!
then he runs away, and i pull around to the other side of Quentin's driveway, turn off my lights, and put the car in park. then i turn around in my seat and see Logan sneaking up to the house. he walks up to the door, sets the bag on the porch, and i see him ring the doorbell. and then i see him running as fast as his little legs can take him. he sprints across the driveway, into David's yard, just as the lights come on. i lose sight of Logan. i see someone come to the door, open it slowly, and then they disappear. the lights FINALLY go off, and a few seconds later i see Logan running up David's driveway, holding his cellphone like a flashlight, looking for me. i flip on my lights, he runs up, leaps into the car, slams the door, and screams, "DRIVE, DRIVE!"
i step on it, and we rush out of the neighborhood. i was like, "DID THEY GET THE BAG?!" they did. it was weirdly the most fun i had the whole day. it was exciting. then i called Hannah, told her what happened, and then Logan and i laughed.
by the way, the kid messes with my buttons. he rolls down my windows and random stuff. by the time we got to his house, he was blasting arctic air at me, and the rap was super loud. every time i went to change it, he slapped my hand. when he got out, he told me he was going to watch to make sure i didn't change anything. being the smart little cookie that i am, as soon as he got out of the car i locked the door and changed everything. and smiled all pretty at him, and left.
it was.
so fun.
:D
This should be re-written for my friend.
On the first day of Christmas, my weird friend gave to me a pear because she lost the stupid partridge.
DISCLAIMER: i tell this story better in person. if you haven't heard this story, ask me about it, and i'll gladly tell you complete with handmotions and facials.
Hannah and i have decided that it would be really awesome to do the twelve days of Christmas for our friend. We'll call him... eh, screw nicknames, he's Quentin. and yesterday was day one. that's partridge in a pear tree, in case you missed that.
So, after youth group, Logan was like, "Drive me home." and i was all, "I have to run an errand." As soon as the boy found out that i had to buy a pear, he was all for accompanying me. so we jumped in the little Taurus that is my bestest friend, oh how i'd missed it, and sped off to Walmart, which is all of twenty feet from the church.
we parked in the back, sprinted inside, and found the pears. Logan selected two (One for us and one for Quentin), one of which i accidentally threw on the floor, we shoved them in a bag, and bought them. i bought them. err... Dad bought them. haha. then we sprinted back to the car, it was freezing, jumped in, and turned the heat all the way up. and Logan turned on the radio. (The kid has this weird, odd addiction to rap, and makes me listen to it when i cart him around. fortunately, i'm fond enough of him that i can handle it.)
so, while we're driving, i told him the plan.
Me: I'm going to pull into David's driveway, turn around, and put the car in park down the road a little. you jump out, take the pear and the note in this bag, and set it on the doorstep. then you'll ring the doorbell and run away. i'll be waiting.
Logan: -super serious face- Caitie, what if they see me?
Me: Run faster.
Logan: Caitie, what if something goes wrong?
Me: -looks at Logan out of the corner of eye- -turns and pounces- -throws arms around Logan's neck, kisses his ear- In case you don't come back.
Logan: O_O you... you kissed me ear...
then i got to Quentin's house, pulled into David's driveway, turned around, let Logan out.
Me: -strangely excited- Good luck!
Logan: I'LL BE BACK! I WILL FIND YOU!
then he runs away, and i pull around to the other side of Quentin's driveway, turn off my lights, and put the car in park. then i turn around in my seat and see Logan sneaking up to the house. he walks up to the door, sets the bag on the porch, and i see him ring the doorbell. and then i see him running as fast as his little legs can take him. he sprints across the driveway, into David's yard, just as the lights come on. i lose sight of Logan. i see someone come to the door, open it slowly, and then they disappear. the lights FINALLY go off, and a few seconds later i see Logan running up David's driveway, holding his cellphone like a flashlight, looking for me. i flip on my lights, he runs up, leaps into the car, slams the door, and screams, "DRIVE, DRIVE!"
i step on it, and we rush out of the neighborhood. i was like, "DID THEY GET THE BAG?!" they did. it was weirdly the most fun i had the whole day. it was exciting. then i called Hannah, told her what happened, and then Logan and i laughed.
by the way, the kid messes with my buttons. he rolls down my windows and random stuff. by the time we got to his house, he was blasting arctic air at me, and the rap was super loud. every time i went to change it, he slapped my hand. when he got out, he told me he was going to watch to make sure i didn't change anything. being the smart little cookie that i am, as soon as he got out of the car i locked the door and changed everything. and smiled all pretty at him, and left.
it was.
so fun.
:D
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Batman (Is Dreamy)
So, i have interesting dreams. when i was a kid, i adored the Batman movies, and i was in love with Robin. i used to have dreams about being their sidekick. more recently, however, i've been having dreams concerning Madrigals. and everything that could possibly go wrong.
The first dream i can remember about this was rather recent. i dreamed that we were singing Gaudete, which is a proclamation song. and our second song in the dinner. anyway, all of us knew the words and the melody before even getting into Madrigals-it's just that common with people like us. so this makes my dream even more ridiculous.
i dreamt that we all forgot the words. all of us. well, at the beginning, i didn't. but Mrs. Prather told Blake to sing the solo at the beginning, and he just sang jibberish. and she got mad, and had someone else do it, but they couldn't either, and no one could remember the stupid words, and it got to me, and i'd been standing there thinking, "Geez, these people are idiots!" and then i opened my mouth to sing...
and...
couldn't remember the words. and Blake, our king, got fed up... and quit the choir.
then i had a dream that Caleb got called into Mrs. Prather's office, and he walked out, looked around solemnly, and said, "Guys. this is my last week in this choir."
and then i had a dream that Emily quit.
(This is totally not as cool as last year, when i had a dream that we were being attacked, so Mrs. Prather gave us guns, and we were in a paintball arena killing people. that. was. awesome. but hard to explain in text.)
anyway. back to Batman. i'm very fond of Batman, just so you know. and, for the sake of the story, i need to tell you this. i have a husband. in Madrigals, silly. see, every year, Mrs. Prather sits us at tables in pairs, and the guy next to you is the one you're married to. and you write your story and choose your names together. last year, i had an awful husband. he spoke all of, like, 3 words to me. longest conversation we had was about how stupid Bel Canto looked when they were singing, and, like... thrusting? i don't even know, they just looked dumb. (No offense, Bel Canto, you guys sounded BEAUTIFUL!)
well, this year, i'm married to Dalton. and at the concert on Sunday, we were in our Madrigal dinner outfits. he walked past me and flared out his cape and told me he felt like Batman. (lovelove.) well, that led to a discussion about Batman: Gotham by Gaslight, which is an awesome comic Ben got that is Batman in Victorian times, and he's solving the Jack the Ripper crimes. :D well, at the second concert, i was standing in the back in my dress, freezing, and he walked by and told me his cape was warm, and i informed him that i wished i had a cape. he looked at me for a moment, removed his cape, walked up behind me and hooked his cape around my neck. then he said, "There. now you can be Batman."
Oh yes, this will be a good year. :D
The first dream i can remember about this was rather recent. i dreamed that we were singing Gaudete, which is a proclamation song. and our second song in the dinner. anyway, all of us knew the words and the melody before even getting into Madrigals-it's just that common with people like us. so this makes my dream even more ridiculous.
i dreamt that we all forgot the words. all of us. well, at the beginning, i didn't. but Mrs. Prather told Blake to sing the solo at the beginning, and he just sang jibberish. and she got mad, and had someone else do it, but they couldn't either, and no one could remember the stupid words, and it got to me, and i'd been standing there thinking, "Geez, these people are idiots!" and then i opened my mouth to sing...
and...
couldn't remember the words. and Blake, our king, got fed up... and quit the choir.
then i had a dream that Caleb got called into Mrs. Prather's office, and he walked out, looked around solemnly, and said, "Guys. this is my last week in this choir."
and then i had a dream that Emily quit.
(This is totally not as cool as last year, when i had a dream that we were being attacked, so Mrs. Prather gave us guns, and we were in a paintball arena killing people. that. was. awesome. but hard to explain in text.)
anyway. back to Batman. i'm very fond of Batman, just so you know. and, for the sake of the story, i need to tell you this. i have a husband. in Madrigals, silly. see, every year, Mrs. Prather sits us at tables in pairs, and the guy next to you is the one you're married to. and you write your story and choose your names together. last year, i had an awful husband. he spoke all of, like, 3 words to me. longest conversation we had was about how stupid Bel Canto looked when they were singing, and, like... thrusting? i don't even know, they just looked dumb. (No offense, Bel Canto, you guys sounded BEAUTIFUL!)
well, this year, i'm married to Dalton. and at the concert on Sunday, we were in our Madrigal dinner outfits. he walked past me and flared out his cape and told me he felt like Batman. (lovelove.) well, that led to a discussion about Batman: Gotham by Gaslight, which is an awesome comic Ben got that is Batman in Victorian times, and he's solving the Jack the Ripper crimes. :D well, at the second concert, i was standing in the back in my dress, freezing, and he walked by and told me his cape was warm, and i informed him that i wished i had a cape. he looked at me for a moment, removed his cape, walked up behind me and hooked his cape around my neck. then he said, "There. now you can be Batman."
Oh yes, this will be a good year. :D
Colorology?
i decided that it would be a good idea to get my colors done today. via the internet. so it's not amazing, but the thing they came up with was pretty interesting.
i got it from ColorQuiz.com.
anyway, it was pretty interesting.
i got it from ColorQuiz.com.
anyway, it was pretty interesting.
Your Existing Situation
"Very social and needs a highly social environment with people who depend on him, in order to feel safe. she is a go-getter and can adapt to almost any situation. "
Your Stress Sources
"Feels unappreciated and in an unpleasant position. Needs personal recognition and the respect of others, since she has not been about to find partners who value the same things she does. she holds back her emotions and is unable to give fully of himself, but lasting isolation makes her want to change those ways and surrender to her deep urges. Giving in to her natural instincts and urges is a sign of weakness, so feeling this way makes her weak and irritable. Fighting these urges makes her feel stronger, as if she can take on anything that comes her way. Longs to be valued as an important associate and admired for her personal qualities."
Your Restrained Characteristics
Current events leave her feeling forced into compromise in order to avoid being cut off from affection or future cooperation.
"Feels she is not receiving her fair share and is unable to rely on anyone for support or sympathy. she keeps her emotions bottled up, leaving her quick to take offense to small things. she tries to make the best of her situation."
Feels trapped in a helpless situation and is desperately seeking relief. she is able to find pleasure and happiness in sexual activity.
"Feels she is not receiving her fair share and is unable to rely on anyone for support or sympathy. she keeps her emotions bottled up, leaving her quick to take offense to small things. she tries to make the best of her situation."
Current events leave her feeling forced into compromise in order to avoid being cut off from affection or future cooperation.
Your Desired Objective
Relies on love and friendship to bring her happiness. she is in constant need for approval and this makes her willing to help others in exchange for love and understanding. she is open to new ideas as long as they are productive and interesting.
Your Actual Problem
"Agitated, unpredictable, and irritation as well as lack of energy and inability to cope with any more pressure placed on her have left her feeling stress and tormented by her situation. Feels powerless to come up with a solution on her own; desperately wishes a solution will present itself and allow her a chance to escape."
Your Actual Problem #2
"Feeling unimportant in this current situation, and is looking for different conditions where she will be able to better prove her worth and importance."
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
The Events Of This Wonderful Day... So Far
first of all.
Tim gave me a new piece of music. and this one is not about how no one will ever love me, or how the only one i love has shunned me, or left, or whatever.
don't get me wrong. i have a melancholy voice, so my singing things like "Tell Me, Oh Blue, Blue Sky" is perfect for me. because my voice kind of... naturally goes into lullaby mode. that melancholy sweetness. know what i mean? that's just how i sound.
anyway. it's pretty. it's saying that you shouldn't love me because i'm pretty, or young, or rich, but simply because you love me. and it's in German. total coolness.
And now.
Today, Mrs. Prather got the Joshua Shank piece!
-screams like a fangirl, most likely because she is one-
she won't let us even see it, though. I WANT TO SEE IT!
ah well, i'm really excited.
oh, and we got our shirts, too. they. are. awesome.
the front informs people that i am subject to spontaneous outbursts of song. which is true. the back has all our names on it.
(Funeral is today. i'm leaving from 6th period. Mandi is going, too.)
Things I'm Thankful For:
1) chapstick. it makes my lips feel nice.
2) The color blue. it is so calming and peaceful. i'm glad my walls are blue.
3) Gabriel. he's my flashdrive, and he holds all my writing, and that makes me very attached to him.
4) Lissa. i'm awfully fond of her. she's a good friend, and a good cousin. :D
5) Not sure if i said him already, but i'm incredibly thankful for Logan. he happens to be an awesome, awesome person. even when he's being a jerk. he's very comforting. he gives great hugs. when i'm upset, he gives me a big hug and it makes things a little better. when i'm happy, he teases me and makes me laugh. totally one of my favorite guys ever.
Tim gave me a new piece of music. and this one is not about how no one will ever love me, or how the only one i love has shunned me, or left, or whatever.
don't get me wrong. i have a melancholy voice, so my singing things like "Tell Me, Oh Blue, Blue Sky" is perfect for me. because my voice kind of... naturally goes into lullaby mode. that melancholy sweetness. know what i mean? that's just how i sound.
anyway. it's pretty. it's saying that you shouldn't love me because i'm pretty, or young, or rich, but simply because you love me. and it's in German. total coolness.
And now.
Today, Mrs. Prather got the Joshua Shank piece!
-screams like a fangirl, most likely because she is one-
she won't let us even see it, though. I WANT TO SEE IT!
ah well, i'm really excited.
oh, and we got our shirts, too. they. are. awesome.
the front informs people that i am subject to spontaneous outbursts of song. which is true. the back has all our names on it.
(Funeral is today. i'm leaving from 6th period. Mandi is going, too.)
Things I'm Thankful For:
1) chapstick. it makes my lips feel nice.
2) The color blue. it is so calming and peaceful. i'm glad my walls are blue.
3) Gabriel. he's my flashdrive, and he holds all my writing, and that makes me very attached to him.
4) Lissa. i'm awfully fond of her. she's a good friend, and a good cousin. :D
5) Not sure if i said him already, but i'm incredibly thankful for Logan. he happens to be an awesome, awesome person. even when he's being a jerk. he's very comforting. he gives great hugs. when i'm upset, he gives me a big hug and it makes things a little better. when i'm happy, he teases me and makes me laugh. totally one of my favorite guys ever.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Story Time!
okay, so this is my second year in show choir, right?
i love it. i'm a terrible dancer, let's be honest, and yet i look forward to show choir.
it's not the same as Madrigals, which is... what i am. i mean, it is my choir and all that jazz. but show choir is super fun for me. i do so love dancing.
well, today, in Math, Maggie Torbeck, who is also in choir with me, was like, "i heard we have to change really fast in show choir. is that right?"
Me: yeah... well, it depends. it's usually okay, but sometimes we have to change super fast.
Caleb: yeah, it really depends.
Maggie: oh, but i'm really slow at changing.
Me: oh, you get used to it... Caleb, do you remember the dress change for the girls on Run Away?
-special music-
*commences flashback*
We were doing a song called Run Away. think Monty Python, because that's what it's from. well, we had to change from our seaweed dress to our gold dress.
{(the seaweed dresses fell a little below the knees, were white diamonds and green diamonds in vertical stripes, and had green fabric peaking out of the bottom of this sequined monstrosity.)
[our gold dressed came up really high, a neck collar kind of thing, and ended at a surprisingly skanky level above our knees. oh, and they zipped from about the middle of our butt to the top of the neck collar. but my friends, that is not all! they also had a little clip at the very top that if not fastened allowed the damnable zipper to slowly work itself all. the. way. down.]}
well, we figured we were fine. until she decided that we only needed, like, 8 measures to change.
so on our first run through, all the girls rushed off while the guys sang, ripped off the seaweed dresses, freaked out a little, wrenched on our gold dresses, and tried to get everyone zipped up.
except... it was faster than we even thought, and without a plan, we were doomed to failure. so i zipped someone up and... no one zipped me up. so i zipped myself up the best i could and couldn't get the fasten.
so about half of us ran onstage in our little gold dresses... halfway zipped.
and those zippers immediately set about working themselves down. so my dress was unzipped all the way, and i'm holding my arms out a little to try and keep it on...
*pause in flashback*
-pause in music-
Mr. Disney: CAITIE! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES FALLING OFF!
Me: IT'S SHOW CHOIR, MR. DISNEY!
Mr. Disney: Oh. right.
-continue music-
*continue flashback*
every spin i did, the girl behind me, i think it was Paige, desperately tried to zip me up as i twisted, hoping that maybe... possibly... i would not continue showing off my turquoise underwear. (hehehe.) fortunately, we had body tights on. but by the end of the song, about half of us were....
practically naked. it was hilarious. it happened a couple more times, but i went home and taught myself to zip my dress... so i never ran out on that stupid stage basically naked again.
*end flashback*
-end special music-
Maggie: O_O .......
WHY DON'T WE JUST DANCE NAKED? THAT WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER!
Me: because you don't like the way your stomach looks. i don't like the way my stomach looks. we'd be so concerned about everyone looking at our stomachs that we wouldn't dance well.
Maggie: oh. yeah. you're right. i really am very self conscious about my stomach.
Caleb: -eye twitch- wait... you guys are more concerned about...
Maggie and Me: our stomachs are gross. -proceed to complain about stomachs-
Caleb: you guys have no shame.
Maggie and Me: nope, not really.
Interesting fact (that has to do with Maggie):
Maggie often forgets what she is doing. once, she was driving me home so that my mother and i could alter her Madrigal Dinner dress, and we were at a stoplight, and she started moving forward, and i go, "Uh, Maggie?" and she goes, "OH!" and slams on the brake. then she looks at me and says, "I was just sitting here wondering, 'why is my foot on this brake?' and then i realized it was because i was at a red light!"
Interesting fact (that has nothing to do with my previous story):
Elliot either wants to adopt me or marry me. he can't decide which. i'm concerned. either he'll adopt someone he has romantic feelings for, or he'll marry someone he thinks of as a daughter.
weird. :D
i love it. i'm a terrible dancer, let's be honest, and yet i look forward to show choir.
it's not the same as Madrigals, which is... what i am. i mean, it is my choir and all that jazz. but show choir is super fun for me. i do so love dancing.
well, today, in Math, Maggie Torbeck, who is also in choir with me, was like, "i heard we have to change really fast in show choir. is that right?"
Me: yeah... well, it depends. it's usually okay, but sometimes we have to change super fast.
Caleb: yeah, it really depends.
Maggie: oh, but i'm really slow at changing.
Me: oh, you get used to it... Caleb, do you remember the dress change for the girls on Run Away?
-special music-
*commences flashback*
We were doing a song called Run Away. think Monty Python, because that's what it's from. well, we had to change from our seaweed dress to our gold dress.
{(the seaweed dresses fell a little below the knees, were white diamonds and green diamonds in vertical stripes, and had green fabric peaking out of the bottom of this sequined monstrosity.)
[our gold dressed came up really high, a neck collar kind of thing, and ended at a surprisingly skanky level above our knees. oh, and they zipped from about the middle of our butt to the top of the neck collar. but my friends, that is not all! they also had a little clip at the very top that if not fastened allowed the damnable zipper to slowly work itself all. the. way. down.]}
well, we figured we were fine. until she decided that we only needed, like, 8 measures to change.
so on our first run through, all the girls rushed off while the guys sang, ripped off the seaweed dresses, freaked out a little, wrenched on our gold dresses, and tried to get everyone zipped up.
except... it was faster than we even thought, and without a plan, we were doomed to failure. so i zipped someone up and... no one zipped me up. so i zipped myself up the best i could and couldn't get the fasten.
so about half of us ran onstage in our little gold dresses... halfway zipped.
and those zippers immediately set about working themselves down. so my dress was unzipped all the way, and i'm holding my arms out a little to try and keep it on...
*pause in flashback*
-pause in music-
Mr. Disney: CAITIE! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES FALLING OFF!
Me: IT'S SHOW CHOIR, MR. DISNEY!
Mr. Disney: Oh. right.
-continue music-
*continue flashback*
every spin i did, the girl behind me, i think it was Paige, desperately tried to zip me up as i twisted, hoping that maybe... possibly... i would not continue showing off my turquoise underwear. (hehehe.) fortunately, we had body tights on. but by the end of the song, about half of us were....
practically naked. it was hilarious. it happened a couple more times, but i went home and taught myself to zip my dress... so i never ran out on that stupid stage basically naked again.
*end flashback*
-end special music-
Maggie: O_O .......
WHY DON'T WE JUST DANCE NAKED? THAT WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER!
Me: because you don't like the way your stomach looks. i don't like the way my stomach looks. we'd be so concerned about everyone looking at our stomachs that we wouldn't dance well.
Maggie: oh. yeah. you're right. i really am very self conscious about my stomach.
Caleb: -eye twitch- wait... you guys are more concerned about...
Maggie and Me: our stomachs are gross. -proceed to complain about stomachs-
Caleb: you guys have no shame.
Maggie and Me: nope, not really.
Interesting fact (that has to do with Maggie):
Maggie often forgets what she is doing. once, she was driving me home so that my mother and i could alter her Madrigal Dinner dress, and we were at a stoplight, and she started moving forward, and i go, "Uh, Maggie?" and she goes, "OH!" and slams on the brake. then she looks at me and says, "I was just sitting here wondering, 'why is my foot on this brake?' and then i realized it was because i was at a red light!"
Interesting fact (that has nothing to do with my previous story):
Elliot either wants to adopt me or marry me. he can't decide which. i'm concerned. either he'll adopt someone he has romantic feelings for, or he'll marry someone he thinks of as a daughter.
weird. :D
I Heal Your Hopes, I Feel Your Dreams, And In The Dark I Hear Your Screams
NEW TSO ALBUM IS OFFICIALLY AMAZING!
i mean, it obviously was before, but...
i mean, now i've listened to it and it's just... so... brilliant...
my favorite song is, right now, at least, Believe.
but Child of the Night is a close second. i wonder if i could sing the soprano part for it... it's two girls. i'd need an alto. but it'd be fun.
Moving on.
Concert went well. it was fun. i was supposed to be chaperoning... but... uh... hehe... yeah. that didn't happen.
instead, i stayed in the dressing room with the girls. see, i was the third group on, and my group was the first. so i walked out with them, stood there, then had to be ready to go on right after them. because the freshman girls had, like, two songs. so then i walked around to the front of the auditorium, walked in, performed, and then came back to the dressing room. i changed into my Madrigal Dinner costume, fixed my hair, fixed my makeup, helped the other girls lace up, and went out. then i rushed back, changed into my velvets, re-fixed my hair, re-fixed my makeup, and rushed out.
i do mean rushed.
see, i was still in the dressing room fixing my hair when the song i am supposed to walk out halfway through came on. so all us girls freaked out, and rushed out putting in earrings and fastening bracelets as we went. i was still shoving bobby pins into my head. and trying to put in one earring.
it was mighty humorous. and then we were sure that not all of us were out.
like, i glanced up at the screen, and i'm pretty sure i still saw people weaving through concert choir when we were supposed to be out. hehehe. not that the people in the audience would ever know.
on more serious notes.
One of my fake fathers, a man from my church named Brad, had a mild heart attack yesterday. i found out this morning. pray for him. he's really important to me. like i said, he's kind of a father to me and Danielle. he's awesome. He's at St. Vincents.
Quentin's dad's funeral is tomorrow at 2. and i'm going. because Quentin is very important to me. i wonder if he's here today. i both hope he is and hope he isn't. i hope he is so that i can see him and hug him and make sure he's okay, and i hope he isn't because he doesn't really need to be, and he doesn't need any crap today.
Today, i'm thankful for...
1) my boots. i have the most amazing hiking boots in the world. they're warm and protect my feet.
2) Brad. he's a good man, and funny, and sweet, and he treats me and Danielle like daughters. ie, we get in trouble. hehe. not really. usually. :D
3) Booker. i'm not sure if i was already thankful for him, but i am. because he's the best teddy bear ever. he and Mr. Bunny, that's Joelle's stuffed rabbit, are best friends. and he's snuggly. i like snuggly things.
4) Pastor Jim. i may have already said him, too, but he's the best pastor ever.
5) Shelby. for those of you who have EVER come to my church, that may come as a surprise to you. but it's true, i'm thankful for him. he's a good man. he may not understand girls, or have much tact, or anything like that, but he does try very hard to do interesting things with the youth group, and... like i said, he's a good man.
6) Tyler. my buddy since we were both two, three days older than me, my confident, and an all around decent guy. he cheers me up when i'm down. which is a good thing.
i mean, it obviously was before, but...
i mean, now i've listened to it and it's just... so... brilliant...
my favorite song is, right now, at least, Believe.
but Child of the Night is a close second. i wonder if i could sing the soprano part for it... it's two girls. i'd need an alto. but it'd be fun.
Moving on.
Concert went well. it was fun. i was supposed to be chaperoning... but... uh... hehe... yeah. that didn't happen.
instead, i stayed in the dressing room with the girls. see, i was the third group on, and my group was the first. so i walked out with them, stood there, then had to be ready to go on right after them. because the freshman girls had, like, two songs. so then i walked around to the front of the auditorium, walked in, performed, and then came back to the dressing room. i changed into my Madrigal Dinner costume, fixed my hair, fixed my makeup, helped the other girls lace up, and went out. then i rushed back, changed into my velvets, re-fixed my hair, re-fixed my makeup, and rushed out.
i do mean rushed.
see, i was still in the dressing room fixing my hair when the song i am supposed to walk out halfway through came on. so all us girls freaked out, and rushed out putting in earrings and fastening bracelets as we went. i was still shoving bobby pins into my head. and trying to put in one earring.
it was mighty humorous. and then we were sure that not all of us were out.
like, i glanced up at the screen, and i'm pretty sure i still saw people weaving through concert choir when we were supposed to be out. hehehe. not that the people in the audience would ever know.
on more serious notes.
One of my fake fathers, a man from my church named Brad, had a mild heart attack yesterday. i found out this morning. pray for him. he's really important to me. like i said, he's kind of a father to me and Danielle. he's awesome. He's at St. Vincents.
Quentin's dad's funeral is tomorrow at 2. and i'm going. because Quentin is very important to me. i wonder if he's here today. i both hope he is and hope he isn't. i hope he is so that i can see him and hug him and make sure he's okay, and i hope he isn't because he doesn't really need to be, and he doesn't need any crap today.
Today, i'm thankful for...
1) my boots. i have the most amazing hiking boots in the world. they're warm and protect my feet.
2) Brad. he's a good man, and funny, and sweet, and he treats me and Danielle like daughters. ie, we get in trouble. hehe. not really. usually. :D
3) Booker. i'm not sure if i was already thankful for him, but i am. because he's the best teddy bear ever. he and Mr. Bunny, that's Joelle's stuffed rabbit, are best friends. and he's snuggly. i like snuggly things.
4) Pastor Jim. i may have already said him, too, but he's the best pastor ever.
5) Shelby. for those of you who have EVER come to my church, that may come as a surprise to you. but it's true, i'm thankful for him. he's a good man. he may not understand girls, or have much tact, or anything like that, but he does try very hard to do interesting things with the youth group, and... like i said, he's a good man.
6) Tyler. my buddy since we were both two, three days older than me, my confident, and an all around decent guy. he cheers me up when i'm down. which is a good thing.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Just Real Super Quick...
so, as you know, i stalk... ahem... read Joshua Shank's blog. and when i pulled it up yesterday, the title was
Spring has sprung.
HE'S FINISHED OUR PIECE AND I THINK I'M GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK I'M SO EXCITED!
-hyperventilates-
so, tomorrow, at school, if i run up to you and wiggle my hands a lot and make excited faces and little squeaks of unintelligible noises, or i scream, "JOSHUASHANKFINISHEDOURPIECEANDNOWHE'SGOINGTOCOMEHEREAND
I'MSOEXCITEDI'MGOINGTOHAVEAHEARTATTACK!!!! OHMYSTARSOHMYSTARSOHMYSTARSI'MSOHAPPY!I'MGOINGTO
MEETJOSHUASHANKAND... -hugs innocent bystander-"
what i'm trying to say is, "Gee, i just found out Joshua Shank finished that piece for us, and i'm kinda stoked. catch you later. whoops, didn't mean to hug you, i tripped. It's the boot. my apologies."
so don't be freaked out. just smile and nod and get away fast. :D
Things i'm thankful for...
1) Joshua Shank. 'nuff said. :D aaaaand <3 <3 <3 (triple the hearts, triple the love.)
2) Trans Siberian Orchestra. Jimminy Christmas, i love them. and Mattie just sent me their new CD. i could kiss him.
3) For that matter, Mattie. he's a great friend. even if he tries to get me to do new, horrifying things, like tell the guy i like that i like him.
"Come on, Caitie, try something new." jerk. but no, seriously, i love him. he's always there for me when i need him. and even though he's goofy and acts kinda immature most of the time, he gives the best advice ever. and he's a sweetheart.
4) My blue blanket. Danielle gave it to me for Christmas, like, last year? year before? i don't remember, but it keeps me warm and i sleep with it every night. it'd probably make the normal person sweat in their sleep, because i have...
blue blanket, animal blanket, white blanket, different blue blanket, comforter...
but it keeps my chilly, chilly feet mostly warm.
5) Caleb. He kind of... well, he's a jerk. but he makes me laugh more than a lot of people, and even when he's being stupid and telling me i'll never get married and stuff (which he may or may not mean... hehe)... he also does random nice stuff. and i know i'll get an honest answer from him when i ask him a serious question, which is really important to me. and when i'm upset, he knows when to snap me out of it. not make me feel better, or comfort me, just tell me that it's time to suck it up and move on when it is. and that's important to me.
Spring has sprung.
HE'S FINISHED OUR PIECE AND I THINK I'M GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK I'M SO EXCITED!
-hyperventilates-
so, tomorrow, at school, if i run up to you and wiggle my hands a lot and make excited faces and little squeaks of unintelligible noises, or i scream, "JOSHUASHANKFINISHEDOURPIECEANDNOWHE'SGOINGTOCOMEHEREAND
I'MSOEXCITEDI'MGOINGTOHAVEAHEARTATTACK!!!! OHMYSTARSOHMYSTARSOHMYSTARSI'MSOHAPPY!I'MGOINGTO
MEETJOSHUASHANKAND... -hugs innocent bystander-"
what i'm trying to say is, "Gee, i just found out Joshua Shank finished that piece for us, and i'm kinda stoked. catch you later. whoops, didn't mean to hug you, i tripped. It's the boot. my apologies."
so don't be freaked out. just smile and nod and get away fast. :D
Things i'm thankful for...
1) Joshua Shank. 'nuff said. :D aaaaand <3 <3 <3 (triple the hearts, triple the love.)
2) Trans Siberian Orchestra. Jimminy Christmas, i love them. and Mattie just sent me their new CD. i could kiss him.
3) For that matter, Mattie. he's a great friend. even if he tries to get me to do new, horrifying things, like tell the guy i like that i like him.
"Come on, Caitie, try something new." jerk. but no, seriously, i love him. he's always there for me when i need him. and even though he's goofy and acts kinda immature most of the time, he gives the best advice ever. and he's a sweetheart.
4) My blue blanket. Danielle gave it to me for Christmas, like, last year? year before? i don't remember, but it keeps me warm and i sleep with it every night. it'd probably make the normal person sweat in their sleep, because i have...
blue blanket, animal blanket, white blanket, different blue blanket, comforter...
but it keeps my chilly, chilly feet mostly warm.
5) Caleb. He kind of... well, he's a jerk. but he makes me laugh more than a lot of people, and even when he's being stupid and telling me i'll never get married and stuff (which he may or may not mean... hehe)... he also does random nice stuff. and i know i'll get an honest answer from him when i ask him a serious question, which is really important to me. and when i'm upset, he knows when to snap me out of it. not make me feel better, or comfort me, just tell me that it's time to suck it up and move on when it is. and that's important to me.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Bravery
The good news first. i have a candy cane. i gosh dang love these things. they are so delicious. oh, and Micah gave me a cute little plastic blue and green lizard, and i have to choose a name for him. he's kind of freakin adorable. i love lizards, and i really want one. but i can't get one unless i have no other pets, and i REALLY don't want Cat and Prim to die or be sold. i'm very fond of my girls. also, Madrigals went really well today. my dress looks amazing.
The bad news.
this morning, just as i stepped into the school, i got a call from Quentin. i couldn't answer it, we were all standing in the same area and i take phone calls away. well, we got into the school and i got a voicemail. so i checked it out.
His dad died this morning.
Mr. Day has had cancer for a while now, and they knew that he wasn't going to last long... but...
poor Quentoni.
and so, as soon as i was done with Madrigals, i got Mom to take me to Quentin's.
he and his family are some of the bravest people i know. i mean, they were obviously, visibly upset, and they cried, but they kept it light hearted and honestly seemed so happy that he was no longer in pain, and that he was in heaven. they missed him, you could tell, but you could also tell that they treasured the time they had spent with him.
it was humbling. they loved him so obviously, and yet they were also ready to let him go to Jesus. Quentin cried and laughed and talked, and i have no doubt that he cared immensely for his father. I am so proud of him.
Bravery isn't the absence of tears, or fear, or pain.
it's looking beyond it, at all the good that came out of a situation, remembering the time you had, putting on a smile when you can and holding your head high.
i'm praying for them.
The bad news.
this morning, just as i stepped into the school, i got a call from Quentin. i couldn't answer it, we were all standing in the same area and i take phone calls away. well, we got into the school and i got a voicemail. so i checked it out.
His dad died this morning.
Mr. Day has had cancer for a while now, and they knew that he wasn't going to last long... but...
poor Quentoni.
and so, as soon as i was done with Madrigals, i got Mom to take me to Quentin's.
he and his family are some of the bravest people i know. i mean, they were obviously, visibly upset, and they cried, but they kept it light hearted and honestly seemed so happy that he was no longer in pain, and that he was in heaven. they missed him, you could tell, but you could also tell that they treasured the time they had spent with him.
it was humbling. they loved him so obviously, and yet they were also ready to let him go to Jesus. Quentin cried and laughed and talked, and i have no doubt that he cared immensely for his father. I am so proud of him.
Bravery isn't the absence of tears, or fear, or pain.
it's looking beyond it, at all the good that came out of a situation, remembering the time you had, putting on a smile when you can and holding your head high.
i'm praying for them.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Sleeping Habits
i sleeptalk. a lot. i mean, i already talk enough on average, i guess my brain feels like slowing down would let people catch up or something. i rarely make a whole lot of sense, because it's generally a conversation. and you only get to hear half of it.
Seriously. i've woken Clara and Danielle up so many times. it's ridiculous. Clara always tries to remember what i was talking about so that she can tell me the next morning. Danielle doesn't. more on why later.
But it's not just talking. i also cry.
Danielle and i think it might be bad dreams or something, but i never remember them when i wake up.
but my crying wakes people up, too. and that makes for some hilarious stories.
Once, when i was little, i woke my cousin Lissa up. i was sobbing, and she asked me what was wrong, and i told her that i wanted my mommy (even in sleep, i knew my daddy was working apparently. little me was so smart.). so she got up, stepped over me (i was sleeping on the floor), and tip-toed into my mother's room.
Now, my cousin is older than me. a lot. and therefore, was taller than me and my big brother at the time. so she snuck into my parents' room, walked over to the bed, and whispered, "Carol? Carol?"
my mom opened her eyes and saw this tall person standing over her, and screamed. Lissa screamed. then Mom realized who it was, and they both started laughing nervously. then, Mom was like, "Lissa, what do you want?"
"Caitie is crying, and she wants you."
so they went back into my room to find me peacefully curled up in a little ball on the floor, fast asleep. Mom was like, "I thought you said she was crying," to which my cousin pitifully replied, "She was!"
i honestly doubt my mom believed her. that is, until she walked in and found me discussing a plan with an unknown person in my sleep. now she's a believer.
another good example.
Danielle was sleeping at my house, and had somehow managed to convince me that it would be a good idea for us to sleep head to foot on my bed. mainly because my floor is pretty uncomfortable. so we fell asleep.
halfway through the night, i woke up, wondering why my face hurt. i lifted my hand to my face and realized i had been crying in my sleep. so my face was covered in tears, and my nose hurt. so i whispered, "Danielle? What just happened?"
Danielle is the sweetest person you will ever meet. i promise you. she's kinda blonde, but she's such a sweetheart and never says anything mean. except, apparently, when she is awoken in the middle of the night. because my sweet, sweet Danielle half sat up and growled, "Shut up. Stop crying or i'll kick you again." then she rolled over and fell fast asleep.
which naturally has turned into a joke. now, if i'm upset and i start crying, all one of us has to do is ask if Danielle is going to kick me in the face, and it makes me feel better.
by the way.
i showed Mandi my blog, and she started complaining about my sleeping habits. in her words, "She puts her nasty cold feet on me, and she hogs the bed, and she talks, and once she asked me to go turn off the lights and they were already off!"
She also says that i'm never going to get married, because i'm a bed hog, and my feet are like little ice boxes. which is true. :D the bed hog/nasty cold feet part.
Seriously. i've woken Clara and Danielle up so many times. it's ridiculous. Clara always tries to remember what i was talking about so that she can tell me the next morning. Danielle doesn't. more on why later.
But it's not just talking. i also cry.
Danielle and i think it might be bad dreams or something, but i never remember them when i wake up.
but my crying wakes people up, too. and that makes for some hilarious stories.
Once, when i was little, i woke my cousin Lissa up. i was sobbing, and she asked me what was wrong, and i told her that i wanted my mommy (even in sleep, i knew my daddy was working apparently. little me was so smart.). so she got up, stepped over me (i was sleeping on the floor), and tip-toed into my mother's room.
Now, my cousin is older than me. a lot. and therefore, was taller than me and my big brother at the time. so she snuck into my parents' room, walked over to the bed, and whispered, "Carol? Carol?"
my mom opened her eyes and saw this tall person standing over her, and screamed. Lissa screamed. then Mom realized who it was, and they both started laughing nervously. then, Mom was like, "Lissa, what do you want?"
"Caitie is crying, and she wants you."
so they went back into my room to find me peacefully curled up in a little ball on the floor, fast asleep. Mom was like, "I thought you said she was crying," to which my cousin pitifully replied, "She was!"
i honestly doubt my mom believed her. that is, until she walked in and found me discussing a plan with an unknown person in my sleep. now she's a believer.
another good example.
Danielle was sleeping at my house, and had somehow managed to convince me that it would be a good idea for us to sleep head to foot on my bed. mainly because my floor is pretty uncomfortable. so we fell asleep.
halfway through the night, i woke up, wondering why my face hurt. i lifted my hand to my face and realized i had been crying in my sleep. so my face was covered in tears, and my nose hurt. so i whispered, "Danielle? What just happened?"
Danielle is the sweetest person you will ever meet. i promise you. she's kinda blonde, but she's such a sweetheart and never says anything mean. except, apparently, when she is awoken in the middle of the night. because my sweet, sweet Danielle half sat up and growled, "Shut up. Stop crying or i'll kick you again." then she rolled over and fell fast asleep.
which naturally has turned into a joke. now, if i'm upset and i start crying, all one of us has to do is ask if Danielle is going to kick me in the face, and it makes me feel better.
by the way.
i showed Mandi my blog, and she started complaining about my sleeping habits. in her words, "She puts her nasty cold feet on me, and she hogs the bed, and she talks, and once she asked me to go turn off the lights and they were already off!"
She also says that i'm never going to get married, because i'm a bed hog, and my feet are like little ice boxes. which is true. :D the bed hog/nasty cold feet part.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Story Time!
This is for Mandi. all right. so, my sophomore year, i was in a theater class. and we were covering Shakespeare. i love Shakespeare, most of the time. A lot of the time. :D
well, we all got into small groups, and we were supposed to be putting on small portions of A Midsummer Night's Dream. and Mallory and i were the girls, and one of the boys in our class and Mandi were the boys.
well, at one point, i was supposed to leap into Mandi's arms. so, while we were practicing, fortunately, i screamed at Mal-pal, and then she acted like she was going to hurt me, so i howled in fear and turned to leap into Mandi's arms...
and found myself laying on my back, staring at the ceiling and the concerned faces of my group.
i slowly sat up and said, "What happened?"
Mandi said, sheepishly, "Well, i wrote in my script that i was going to catch you there. and then Ty and i decided to roll our scripts up and sword fight. so i didn't remember to catch you when you jumped. so you leapt up in the air and i couldn't get my arms around you fast enough, and i caught your legs, and i a little bit dropped you on your head."
To which we howled with laughter for the rest of the period. and when we had to perform it for the rest of the people in our class, Mandi didn't forget. she almost forgot, but then she remembered and caught me and all went well.
i didn't plummet to my doom again. :D
well, we all got into small groups, and we were supposed to be putting on small portions of A Midsummer Night's Dream. and Mallory and i were the girls, and one of the boys in our class and Mandi were the boys.
well, at one point, i was supposed to leap into Mandi's arms. so, while we were practicing, fortunately, i screamed at Mal-pal, and then she acted like she was going to hurt me, so i howled in fear and turned to leap into Mandi's arms...
and found myself laying on my back, staring at the ceiling and the concerned faces of my group.
i slowly sat up and said, "What happened?"
Mandi said, sheepishly, "Well, i wrote in my script that i was going to catch you there. and then Ty and i decided to roll our scripts up and sword fight. so i didn't remember to catch you when you jumped. so you leapt up in the air and i couldn't get my arms around you fast enough, and i caught your legs, and i a little bit dropped you on your head."
To which we howled with laughter for the rest of the period. and when we had to perform it for the rest of the people in our class, Mandi didn't forget. she almost forgot, but then she remembered and caught me and all went well.
i didn't plummet to my doom again. :D
You Know It's Going To Be A Good Day When...
You walk into school and your friend, who is generally one of those friends who acts like a jerk and teases you and never compliments you, even though you know he's really not and he loves you and you guys are best friends, tells you that you look ravishing.
You have cookies in your backpack.
One of your friends walks into the classroom you're in and tells you that he has to put your teacher's strippers (of the wire stripping variety) back in the closet, and says he'll try and clean up all the glitter.
The first music you hear is Winston Churchill and the Band from the Future, telling you to "Lift up your heart, all will come right. out of the depths of sorrow and of sacrifice will be born again the glory of mankind." (Thanks, Churchill. You're the best. Just what i needed.)
Your older brother has been reading an English magazine, The Chap, so when he drove you to school today, he opened the car door for you and closed it when you got in.
You finish the poem you didn't think you were going to, and it's not exactly terrible.
yes, today will be a good day. :D
Things i'm thankful for:
1) Mandi. See, she's really awesome. like, you don't even get it. she's the only person who understand my whole serial killer thing. she's a shoulder to lean on, even though i know she's got problems of her own. she's the best.
2) Cat and Primrose. Guinea pigs. they keep me company. i don't like not having any noise, because then i make up noises and freak myself out. so they happily chatter at me all the time, and we're friends. i love those animals.
3) The Chap. it's an English magazine. Ben reads it, and now he is acting like a gentleman. which means i get to be a lady, and he holds umbrellas above my head when it rains and opens car doors for me and things like that. oh, The Chap. You are proof the chivalry has not died.
4) Gloves. i have very cold hands, and even though they make it hard to text and type, they're wonderful.
5) Renaissance Nerds. I happen to be one of them. without more people like that, we wouldn't have Renaissance Faires, which are the coolest thing on the face of the planet. well, mostly. still, they're fun. and therefore, i love the other geeks who, like me, dress up and speak in Old English and then stop off at the nearest civilized location to show everyone their costume and confuse all the people who didn't know the Renaissance Faire was that day. or didn't know there WAS such a thing as a Renaissance Faire.
You have cookies in your backpack.
One of your friends walks into the classroom you're in and tells you that he has to put your teacher's strippers (of the wire stripping variety) back in the closet, and says he'll try and clean up all the glitter.
The first music you hear is Winston Churchill and the Band from the Future, telling you to "Lift up your heart, all will come right. out of the depths of sorrow and of sacrifice will be born again the glory of mankind." (Thanks, Churchill. You're the best. Just what i needed.)
Your older brother has been reading an English magazine, The Chap, so when he drove you to school today, he opened the car door for you and closed it when you got in.
You finish the poem you didn't think you were going to, and it's not exactly terrible.
yes, today will be a good day. :D
Things i'm thankful for:
1) Mandi. See, she's really awesome. like, you don't even get it. she's the only person who understand my whole serial killer thing. she's a shoulder to lean on, even though i know she's got problems of her own. she's the best.
2) Cat and Primrose. Guinea pigs. they keep me company. i don't like not having any noise, because then i make up noises and freak myself out. so they happily chatter at me all the time, and we're friends. i love those animals.
3) The Chap. it's an English magazine. Ben reads it, and now he is acting like a gentleman. which means i get to be a lady, and he holds umbrellas above my head when it rains and opens car doors for me and things like that. oh, The Chap. You are proof the chivalry has not died.
4) Gloves. i have very cold hands, and even though they make it hard to text and type, they're wonderful.
5) Renaissance Nerds. I happen to be one of them. without more people like that, we wouldn't have Renaissance Faires, which are the coolest thing on the face of the planet. well, mostly. still, they're fun. and therefore, i love the other geeks who, like me, dress up and speak in Old English and then stop off at the nearest civilized location to show everyone their costume and confuse all the people who didn't know the Renaissance Faire was that day. or didn't know there WAS such a thing as a Renaissance Faire.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Go, Tell It On The Mountain, Joshua Shank, And The Madrigals
i requested, yesterday, that my mother drive me to school this morning. See, the Madrigals, that is my amazingly epic choir, are singing for the Chamber of Commerce today. during 5th period.
(I GET OUT OF ECONOMICS, YAYAYAYAY!)
so i had to bring my velvets. It's this gorgeous black velvet dress with netting stuff at the top, and it's beautiful and very flattering. i actually look kinda good in it. But anyway. a Madrigal performance includes, at the moment, my velvet, my shoes, my socks, my make-up of various kinds, a comb, putting my hair up, a tin of bobby pins, and a dress bag. so i was like, "MOMMY, PLEASE DRIVE ME TO SCHOOL!" and she was like, "Okay."
so i woke up, threw everything into a bag, put that on a hanger with my velvet in a dress bag. and then i wandered downstairs, brushed my teeth (always important), and got in the car.
well, i got to school, walked in, opened the choir door, and was instantly greeted by a wall of sound. beautiful, glorious, Festival Deck the Halls type sound.
and i noted that i heard altos and tenors, but sopranos and basses were sadly absent. so i wandered over and realized that our president and my section leader, both of them sopranos, were there and singing, just against all of the altos and the tenors. so Paige, who's in my section, and i joined them. and then the basses showed up. apparently the tenors, altos, and basses had all three had sectionals. (mine were Tuesday and will be tomorrow)
So i joined them, and we all sang Go, Tell It On The Mountain. Joshua Shank's version.
i would like to say, here, that i am a major fan of Joshua Shank. his music is beautiful. like, he's my favorite composer.
and he's writing us the Spring piece in his Seasons Quartet... :D
i'm.
so.
excited.
like, you don't get it. i'm meeting one of my heroes. i'm.
so.
sooooooooooooooooo.
excited.
ecstatic.
delighted.
anxious.
nervous.
and he isn't even coming until the spring.
i collapse into girlish giggles when we talk about him. it's THAT bad.
:D
i even have a secret evil plan. mwuahahaha.
i'll tell you.
i love The Decemberists. sooo much. and their album, Hazards of Love, (a glorious rock opera) is easily one of my favorite cds, not just by them, but by anybody.
(Skillet and The Decemberists and Joshua Shank are all kind of on the same level of awesomeness in my book.)
well, i found this shirt that i want. it's a grey shirt with a tree on it, in, like, light red/pink, and above the tree it says The Decemberists, and below the tree it says The Hazards of Love.
and then i found out that Joshua Shank is a fan of The Decemberists.
(I read his blog, i'm not just a super creepy stalker... weeeeell... :D)
so my secret, evil, devious plan is to obtain and wear said shirt on the day that he comes, thus demonstrating how awesome i am. >_>
hehehehehe.
yes, i know, i have problems. but this is very exciting for me.
not only is he writing a piece of music specifically for us, for the Madrigals, for meeeee, he's coming down here to direct it and meet us.
i'm. ecstatic.
anyway, i digress. back to the story. the Madrigals were singing. and it was beautiful. it kinda clicked, you know? and it was glorious. so then i turned around and Logan walked in, so i jumped on him. because that's what i do. and then we all grabbed our stuff and left. and it just really put me in a good mood this morning.
hopefully today will be so much better than yesterday.
i like good days. bad days are not on my list of things i enjoy. (surprising, i know. :D)
but, so far, i'm in a marvelous mood today, and i plan on keeping it that way.
in just a few minutes, i get to go to Madrigals. i'm so delighted. i love feeling like this about my choir--like it's one of the highlights of my day.
(I GET OUT OF ECONOMICS, YAYAYAYAY!)
so i had to bring my velvets. It's this gorgeous black velvet dress with netting stuff at the top, and it's beautiful and very flattering. i actually look kinda good in it. But anyway. a Madrigal performance includes, at the moment, my velvet, my shoes, my socks, my make-up of various kinds, a comb, putting my hair up, a tin of bobby pins, and a dress bag. so i was like, "MOMMY, PLEASE DRIVE ME TO SCHOOL!" and she was like, "Okay."
so i woke up, threw everything into a bag, put that on a hanger with my velvet in a dress bag. and then i wandered downstairs, brushed my teeth (always important), and got in the car.
well, i got to school, walked in, opened the choir door, and was instantly greeted by a wall of sound. beautiful, glorious, Festival Deck the Halls type sound.
and i noted that i heard altos and tenors, but sopranos and basses were sadly absent. so i wandered over and realized that our president and my section leader, both of them sopranos, were there and singing, just against all of the altos and the tenors. so Paige, who's in my section, and i joined them. and then the basses showed up. apparently the tenors, altos, and basses had all three had sectionals. (mine were Tuesday and will be tomorrow)
So i joined them, and we all sang Go, Tell It On The Mountain. Joshua Shank's version.
i would like to say, here, that i am a major fan of Joshua Shank. his music is beautiful. like, he's my favorite composer.
and he's writing us the Spring piece in his Seasons Quartet... :D
i'm.
so.
excited.
like, you don't get it. i'm meeting one of my heroes. i'm.
so.
sooooooooooooooooo.
excited.
ecstatic.
delighted.
anxious.
nervous.
and he isn't even coming until the spring.
i collapse into girlish giggles when we talk about him. it's THAT bad.
:D
i even have a secret evil plan. mwuahahaha.
i'll tell you.
i love The Decemberists. sooo much. and their album, Hazards of Love, (a glorious rock opera) is easily one of my favorite cds, not just by them, but by anybody.
(Skillet and The Decemberists and Joshua Shank are all kind of on the same level of awesomeness in my book.)
well, i found this shirt that i want. it's a grey shirt with a tree on it, in, like, light red/pink, and above the tree it says The Decemberists, and below the tree it says The Hazards of Love.
and then i found out that Joshua Shank is a fan of The Decemberists.
(I read his blog, i'm not just a super creepy stalker... weeeeell... :D)
so my secret, evil, devious plan is to obtain and wear said shirt on the day that he comes, thus demonstrating how awesome i am. >_>
hehehehehe.
yes, i know, i have problems. but this is very exciting for me.
not only is he writing a piece of music specifically for us, for the Madrigals, for meeeee, he's coming down here to direct it and meet us.
i'm. ecstatic.
anyway, i digress. back to the story. the Madrigals were singing. and it was beautiful. it kinda clicked, you know? and it was glorious. so then i turned around and Logan walked in, so i jumped on him. because that's what i do. and then we all grabbed our stuff and left. and it just really put me in a good mood this morning.
hopefully today will be so much better than yesterday.
i like good days. bad days are not on my list of things i enjoy. (surprising, i know. :D)
but, so far, i'm in a marvelous mood today, and i plan on keeping it that way.
in just a few minutes, i get to go to Madrigals. i'm so delighted. i love feeling like this about my choir--like it's one of the highlights of my day.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I Was The Soul Who Took Pity And Stole Him Away
So the last few days have been...
interesting.
i'll tell you the good news, my little blogging friends.
And it requires a story. (Doesn't everything, when it comes to me?)
Okay, so, over the summer, i was in Godspell.
(YAY!)
it's an awesome, awesome musical. i dressed like a hippie (all in purple) and was named Robin and danced around and was a disciple and sang a love song to God and...
dated Jesus.
(Not many girls can say that. i feel i have bragging rights. like, I DATED JESUS!)
Okay, so his name wasn't really Jesus, his name was DJ, and he played Jesus in Godspell.
but anyway.
now, it obviously wasn't serious, as he was leaving for Tennessee. for college. but i liked him and we were friends, so it was fun.
and then he had to leave.
and he broke up with me through texts.
oh, reader, i do so hope you just cringed at the spinelessness of it all.
I was kinda upset.
i didn't cry, thank you very much. Well, i started to cry once when i was talking to Jo, but then i flung things against her wall and felt all better.
(but, see, it wasn't just that my boyfriend broke up with me. it was also that my best friend left for college too. it was kind of a super hard time. i missed Jo a lot, and i had no one to talk to about it, and DJ refused to talk to me. he just stopped texting me or talking to me at all. i felt all alone. the people i spent all summer with were suddenly and inexplicably gone. super depressed.)
so i went through a period where i was sad. and then i went through a period where i was angry.
but, see, i hate being angry with people, so i forgave him. i could understand why he did it.
but i'm a "resolve and forget" kind of person. so, being unable to talk to him or anything kind of got to me... a lot. it bothers me to have things like that. but i got over him, and moved on, and was mostly okay... except i still felt bad for having that... i don't know, not friendship. yeah. i didn't like not being friends with him, and having that anger between us, i guess. i don't know how to explain it.
and then, yesterday, i got home from school and got onto Facebook, and i had a message.
now, there is a certain person, i'm angry at him and told him to leave me alone, and i was afraid it was him. (He needs to leave me alone so i can stop being angry, or i might kill him.)
so i sighed and opened the message...
and it was an apology from DJ. like, the most well-thought out, wonderful apology i've ever gotten. i was like, "YES!" and now i don't have that hanging over my head anymore, and we're friends again. :D
so, i felt like a weight had been lifted off of my chest.
and then, of course, the guy i'm angry with had to then call me and leave a message on my phone. (Seriously. what part of "I want you to leave me alone for a while!" don't you get, you retard?)
but enough of that. You know how people say that God never gives us more than we can handle? they're right. it always seems that just when i'm about to kill someone or break down or whatever, God steps in and fixes something or sends me someone so that i can manage. So, i was mad at this guy, and just when i thought i couldn't take it anymore, i get a friend back. it's just a good feeling. God's a good guy, i'm quite fond of him.
interesting.
i'll tell you the good news, my little blogging friends.
And it requires a story. (Doesn't everything, when it comes to me?)
Okay, so, over the summer, i was in Godspell.
(YAY!)
it's an awesome, awesome musical. i dressed like a hippie (all in purple) and was named Robin and danced around and was a disciple and sang a love song to God and...
dated Jesus.
(Not many girls can say that. i feel i have bragging rights. like, I DATED JESUS!)
Okay, so his name wasn't really Jesus, his name was DJ, and he played Jesus in Godspell.
but anyway.
now, it obviously wasn't serious, as he was leaving for Tennessee. for college. but i liked him and we were friends, so it was fun.
and then he had to leave.
and he broke up with me through texts.
oh, reader, i do so hope you just cringed at the spinelessness of it all.
I was kinda upset.
i didn't cry, thank you very much. Well, i started to cry once when i was talking to Jo, but then i flung things against her wall and felt all better.
(but, see, it wasn't just that my boyfriend broke up with me. it was also that my best friend left for college too. it was kind of a super hard time. i missed Jo a lot, and i had no one to talk to about it, and DJ refused to talk to me. he just stopped texting me or talking to me at all. i felt all alone. the people i spent all summer with were suddenly and inexplicably gone. super depressed.)
so i went through a period where i was sad. and then i went through a period where i was angry.
but, see, i hate being angry with people, so i forgave him. i could understand why he did it.
but i'm a "resolve and forget" kind of person. so, being unable to talk to him or anything kind of got to me... a lot. it bothers me to have things like that. but i got over him, and moved on, and was mostly okay... except i still felt bad for having that... i don't know, not friendship. yeah. i didn't like not being friends with him, and having that anger between us, i guess. i don't know how to explain it.
and then, yesterday, i got home from school and got onto Facebook, and i had a message.
now, there is a certain person, i'm angry at him and told him to leave me alone, and i was afraid it was him. (He needs to leave me alone so i can stop being angry, or i might kill him.)
so i sighed and opened the message...
and it was an apology from DJ. like, the most well-thought out, wonderful apology i've ever gotten. i was like, "YES!" and now i don't have that hanging over my head anymore, and we're friends again. :D
so, i felt like a weight had been lifted off of my chest.
and then, of course, the guy i'm angry with had to then call me and leave a message on my phone. (Seriously. what part of "I want you to leave me alone for a while!" don't you get, you retard?)
but enough of that. You know how people say that God never gives us more than we can handle? they're right. it always seems that just when i'm about to kill someone or break down or whatever, God steps in and fixes something or sends me someone so that i can manage. So, i was mad at this guy, and just when i thought i couldn't take it anymore, i get a friend back. it's just a good feeling. God's a good guy, i'm quite fond of him.
Monday, November 30, 2009
On The First Day, There Was Mystery
Keys to the Kingdom is an amazing book series by Garth Nix. he's amazing. and on the back of... Thursday! on Thursday, it says, "On the first day, there was Mystery. On the second day, there was Darkness. On the third day, there were Pirates. On the fourth day, there was War." awesome. :D
so anyway.
someone should put on the rock opera Hazards of Love.
seriously.
coolest album on the face of the earth.
i keep trying to visualize it in my head, and i think if a couple brilliant people but their heads together with the ever amazing Colin Meloy, then we'd have an amazing rock opera on our hands.
the story starts with Margaret, who goes riding. she gets up on the Taiga, (A place that sounds remarkably like 'tiger' when sung) and finds this fawn. and she's like, awwww, super sad face, it's hurt. so she goes to help it.
BUT THEN THE SUN SETS!
dun dun duuuuuuun.
and the fawn turns out to be a man who is under a spell where he takes the form of a fawn by day. (His name is William)
and they fall in love.
(awwww)
so, then, Margaret goes home, but she's pregnant. so, after a while, she finally goes back to find William, because she loves him and wants to be with him and have a family and all that jazz. so she finds him, and they cuddle and sing about how excited they are that they are going to be parents.
enter the Queen.
she's William's mother... sort of. she adopted him. and so she walks up and he's cuddling with this random pregnant woman. (Don't worry, Margaret is asleep.)
so she flips out a little, like any good overprotective, crazy, villainous mother.
(good job.)
and William is like, "I love her, let me have this night with her and don't hurt her or anything, and we'll call it even. you stole my life from me by making me stay here, let me have it back for just a little while." and the Queen sings this AMAZING solo.
Intermission.
woot.
you come back from the interlude to an incredibly creepy song, courtesy of our REAL villain, the Rake. (It's called the Rake's Song. how original, right?)
he got married, had some kids, and then when his wife died he killed his three children so he wouldn't be tied down.
what a jerk, right? but an awesome song.
well, he walks by and sees Margaret and William and, being a rake, decides to kidnap her!
holy smokes.
so he grabs her, flings her across his horse's withers, and rides away with her. and then he gets to the river. which is huge and deep and the narrator tells us that he can't cross it.
enter the Queen. she's like, hey, she was distracting my son and you are going to go defile her. good job. thanks. here, lemme fly you across the river.
and the Rake is like, "Great!"
enter William's theme! it starts playing, which means William wakes up, realizes she's gone, and sets off to find her. he gets to the river, and he can hear her screaming across it. calling his name. how sweet.
so he sings one of my favorite songs of the album. Annan Water. he tells the river that if it will stop, and let him cross, he will commit suicide by jumping into the river after he has saved Margaret.
he's so cool.
so the river lets him across.
we get to hear the Rake tell Margaret that he's going to kill her and dump her body. she calls for William, and the Rake tells her not to bother.
but, of course, William shows up. and so do the Rake's dead children. and they kill him. and then William finds Margaret, but she's been beaten and tortured and possibly raped, and the baby died. so William sings, really sweetly, about the baby, and the Margaret and William get married with the waves as their witness... ie, they both kill themselves so they can be together with their child forever.
it's.
beautiful.
go, my minion, and listen to it.
so anyway.
someone should put on the rock opera Hazards of Love.
seriously.
coolest album on the face of the earth.
i keep trying to visualize it in my head, and i think if a couple brilliant people but their heads together with the ever amazing Colin Meloy, then we'd have an amazing rock opera on our hands.
the story starts with Margaret, who goes riding. she gets up on the Taiga, (A place that sounds remarkably like 'tiger' when sung) and finds this fawn. and she's like, awwww, super sad face, it's hurt. so she goes to help it.
BUT THEN THE SUN SETS!
dun dun duuuuuuun.
and the fawn turns out to be a man who is under a spell where he takes the form of a fawn by day. (His name is William)
and they fall in love.
(awwww)
so, then, Margaret goes home, but she's pregnant. so, after a while, she finally goes back to find William, because she loves him and wants to be with him and have a family and all that jazz. so she finds him, and they cuddle and sing about how excited they are that they are going to be parents.
enter the Queen.
she's William's mother... sort of. she adopted him. and so she walks up and he's cuddling with this random pregnant woman. (Don't worry, Margaret is asleep.)
so she flips out a little, like any good overprotective, crazy, villainous mother.
(good job.)
and William is like, "I love her, let me have this night with her and don't hurt her or anything, and we'll call it even. you stole my life from me by making me stay here, let me have it back for just a little while." and the Queen sings this AMAZING solo.
Intermission.
woot.
you come back from the interlude to an incredibly creepy song, courtesy of our REAL villain, the Rake. (It's called the Rake's Song. how original, right?)
he got married, had some kids, and then when his wife died he killed his three children so he wouldn't be tied down.
what a jerk, right? but an awesome song.
well, he walks by and sees Margaret and William and, being a rake, decides to kidnap her!
holy smokes.
so he grabs her, flings her across his horse's withers, and rides away with her. and then he gets to the river. which is huge and deep and the narrator tells us that he can't cross it.
enter the Queen. she's like, hey, she was distracting my son and you are going to go defile her. good job. thanks. here, lemme fly you across the river.
and the Rake is like, "Great!"
enter William's theme! it starts playing, which means William wakes up, realizes she's gone, and sets off to find her. he gets to the river, and he can hear her screaming across it. calling his name. how sweet.
so he sings one of my favorite songs of the album. Annan Water. he tells the river that if it will stop, and let him cross, he will commit suicide by jumping into the river after he has saved Margaret.
he's so cool.
so the river lets him across.
we get to hear the Rake tell Margaret that he's going to kill her and dump her body. she calls for William, and the Rake tells her not to bother.
but, of course, William shows up. and so do the Rake's dead children. and they kill him. and then William finds Margaret, but she's been beaten and tortured and possibly raped, and the baby died. so William sings, really sweetly, about the baby, and the Margaret and William get married with the waves as their witness... ie, they both kill themselves so they can be together with their child forever.
it's.
beautiful.
go, my minion, and listen to it.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
My Apologies, Dear, For All My Mistakes, And I'm Sure To Make More
i like song lyric titles, by the way.
i'm in a melancholy (<- hehe, fun word.) mood, and i was trying to distract myself.
but i have a question for you to ponder.
it's on the subject of apologies.
okay, so, let's say you've done something, and you highly doubt the other person will accept your apology. that person has even told you they don't really want to see you for a while.
so here's the question.
do you apologize?
Even if you doubt if it will work, do you still suck it up and apologize?
i say yes.
i say that an apology will go a long way towards recovery. even if you don't think it will do any good, and even if it doesn't do any good right away, nothing can be healed without an apology.
but i guess apologies are different to me than to other people.
there are different apology languages, and, in my mind, a proper apology is to say sorry and then try and make it right.
apology is the only way things can begin to be fixed.
Just thought i'd share.
what do you think?
i'm in a melancholy (<- hehe, fun word.) mood, and i was trying to distract myself.
but i have a question for you to ponder.
it's on the subject of apologies.
okay, so, let's say you've done something, and you highly doubt the other person will accept your apology. that person has even told you they don't really want to see you for a while.
so here's the question.
do you apologize?
Even if you doubt if it will work, do you still suck it up and apologize?
i say yes.
i say that an apology will go a long way towards recovery. even if you don't think it will do any good, and even if it doesn't do any good right away, nothing can be healed without an apology.
but i guess apologies are different to me than to other people.
there are different apology languages, and, in my mind, a proper apology is to say sorry and then try and make it right.
apology is the only way things can begin to be fixed.
Just thought i'd share.
what do you think?
I Love You (And Sharpie Hearts)
have you ever seen that play... oh, the high school put it on a while ago... The Curious Savage! in it, Mrs. Savage says that "i love you" can be said in a bunch of different ways, like, "Take an umbrella, it's raining" and such.
today was my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. super cool. i had fun, i love them so much. but, while i was there, i was thinking about the different ways my family says i love you.
Jakey says things like, "ugh, don't touch me!", which doesn't sound like "i love you", but is. or he comes up and hugs me, and i say, "I'm fond of you," and he says, "you're all right."
that's i love you.
i was sitting in a chair, and i draw a sharpie heart, a little black one, on the inside of my left wrist. i don't know why, i'm just cool like that. and he laughed at me, so i tried to draw one on his arm. which turned into a war. mwuahahahaha.
but that's i love you.
my soon to be cousin, that's my cousin Lissa's fiancee, he tells me i'm dumb and messes up my hair and i punch him in the ribs and call him an idiot.
but that's i love you.
one of my uncles, my great-uncle, to be precise, my grandfather's sister's husband, has not ever, not once, told me he loves me. not in so many words. but when i see him, we growl at each other. literally. like, "Grrrrrr" and wave our hands around and make mean faces. i call him an old codger and he calls me a klutz, and that's i love you.
when he was leaving, i gave him a big hug and then growled at him, and he growled back.
and that's i love you.
my Papaw says i love you, but he also gets excited when i make him peanut butter pie and offer to bring it over to him. our being able to sit together and eat pie and drink coffee, that's i love you. he calls me Squirt and tells me i'm his favorite granddaughter, because i'm his only granddaughter, but he leaves that part out, and i tell him he's my favorite grandfather, because it's true.
that's i love you.
i always wonder how people can be upset and say no one loves them. but sometimes, maybe it's that they aren't hearing it. to some people, some of the things i do to say "I love you" aren't normal. growling at people, throwing rocks at people, punching people... i mean, none of those sound like love, but they are.
ooh, another good example. my best friend and i have this saying. when we're teasing each other, one of us, let's pick me in this situation, "Joelle's fat!", to which Joelle would respond "Caitie's ugly!" and then we both scream, simply because she's not there often enough (super sad face, i love her) "DANIELLE'S STUPID!"
not because i really think Jo is fat, or that she thinks i'm ugly, or that either of us thinks Danielle is stupid... well... no, really, i think she's pretty smart. but it's because that's how we say i love you. (We only say that when, like, we aren't going to see each other for a long time, or if one or both of us is upset.)
but, the point is, i love you is sometimes hard to hear. and i think, when we're feeling sorry for ourselves, sometimes we pointedly don't hear it.
well, that's my thought for today. here are a few things i'm thankful for.
1) Jack. he's a great dog. we're friends. we watch movies and listen to music and such. but he's a good pillow when i'm sick or tired or upset.
2) Johnny Depp. yes, i know that's odd, but gosh darn, i love his movies. Chocolat? love. Benny and Joon? adorable. Secret Window? awesome. From Hell? A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
3) Booker. he's my teddy bear. i'm very fond of him.
4) Cornelia Funke. Awesome. books. 'nuff said.
5) Joshua Shank. now, there's some amazing music. the first time i heard Autumn? i cried. the first time i heard Gabriel's Message, i cried, the first time i heard David's Lamentation, i cried... and i still get a little misty eyed at that one. but that's because it makes me think of Kristian.
6) the last is the best. Danielle. so, today, this guy made me upset, really upset, and i called her. and she made me feel all better. and then we talked about my story for an hour. she's the best. :D
until next time,
Lafaera. <3
today was my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. super cool. i had fun, i love them so much. but, while i was there, i was thinking about the different ways my family says i love you.
Jakey says things like, "ugh, don't touch me!", which doesn't sound like "i love you", but is. or he comes up and hugs me, and i say, "I'm fond of you," and he says, "you're all right."
that's i love you.
i was sitting in a chair, and i draw a sharpie heart, a little black one, on the inside of my left wrist. i don't know why, i'm just cool like that. and he laughed at me, so i tried to draw one on his arm. which turned into a war. mwuahahahaha.
but that's i love you.
my soon to be cousin, that's my cousin Lissa's fiancee, he tells me i'm dumb and messes up my hair and i punch him in the ribs and call him an idiot.
but that's i love you.
one of my uncles, my great-uncle, to be precise, my grandfather's sister's husband, has not ever, not once, told me he loves me. not in so many words. but when i see him, we growl at each other. literally. like, "Grrrrrr" and wave our hands around and make mean faces. i call him an old codger and he calls me a klutz, and that's i love you.
when he was leaving, i gave him a big hug and then growled at him, and he growled back.
and that's i love you.
my Papaw says i love you, but he also gets excited when i make him peanut butter pie and offer to bring it over to him. our being able to sit together and eat pie and drink coffee, that's i love you. he calls me Squirt and tells me i'm his favorite granddaughter, because i'm his only granddaughter, but he leaves that part out, and i tell him he's my favorite grandfather, because it's true.
that's i love you.
i always wonder how people can be upset and say no one loves them. but sometimes, maybe it's that they aren't hearing it. to some people, some of the things i do to say "I love you" aren't normal. growling at people, throwing rocks at people, punching people... i mean, none of those sound like love, but they are.
ooh, another good example. my best friend and i have this saying. when we're teasing each other, one of us, let's pick me in this situation, "Joelle's fat!", to which Joelle would respond "Caitie's ugly!" and then we both scream, simply because she's not there often enough (super sad face, i love her) "DANIELLE'S STUPID!"
not because i really think Jo is fat, or that she thinks i'm ugly, or that either of us thinks Danielle is stupid... well... no, really, i think she's pretty smart. but it's because that's how we say i love you. (We only say that when, like, we aren't going to see each other for a long time, or if one or both of us is upset.)
but, the point is, i love you is sometimes hard to hear. and i think, when we're feeling sorry for ourselves, sometimes we pointedly don't hear it.
well, that's my thought for today. here are a few things i'm thankful for.
1) Jack. he's a great dog. we're friends. we watch movies and listen to music and such. but he's a good pillow when i'm sick or tired or upset.
2) Johnny Depp. yes, i know that's odd, but gosh darn, i love his movies. Chocolat? love. Benny and Joon? adorable. Secret Window? awesome. From Hell? A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
3) Booker. he's my teddy bear. i'm very fond of him.
4) Cornelia Funke. Awesome. books. 'nuff said.
5) Joshua Shank. now, there's some amazing music. the first time i heard Autumn? i cried. the first time i heard Gabriel's Message, i cried, the first time i heard David's Lamentation, i cried... and i still get a little misty eyed at that one. but that's because it makes me think of Kristian.
6) the last is the best. Danielle. so, today, this guy made me upset, really upset, and i called her. and she made me feel all better. and then we talked about my story for an hour. she's the best. :D
until next time,
Lafaera. <3
Friday, November 27, 2009
Black Friday, And All It Entails
Black Friday is kind of a tradition in our family. usually, all my extensive collection of aunts, uncles, cousins, step-cousins, second cousins, 1.5 cousins, etc. get up at a ridiculous hour and go shopping in Bowling Green, Kentucky. (Because we usually go down there for Thanksgiving.) i steal Jacob and make him walk around with me, and then at the end of the day the few of us left stumble home to Aunt Dee's and eat pizza.
but, let me remind you, dear reader.
i'm not in Kentucky.
so Mother and i were like, "LET'S NOT LET THE BLACK FRIDAY TRADITION DIE!"
so we slept until 8:30, an ungodly late time on Black Friday, rolled out of bed, ate, played with our hair, and then left our house at 11:00. (i know, right?)
this is proof i love my mother for a couple of reasons.
1) i am not a huge fan of shopping. i mean, it's not that i HATE it, but i don't LOVE it, either. i tolerate it. shopping all day without playing war in clothes racks just doesn't have the same ring to it.
2) i dislike crowds. not, like, HATE crowds, but they make me uncomfortable and i tend to avoid them. (Or try to. have you seen our school hallways? by the way, fun fact about me. M is my favorite hallway. because it smells like chlorine and it's huge, so it doesn't feel like there are lots of people there.)
3) i'm a sucker for people. more about that later. but i try to avoid malls, because i always get roped into buying stuff i don't need. but that's a story for later.
so, anyway. we went to Red Lobster, which i love. i drink a lot of Boston Iced Tea when i'm there, because it's my favorite iced tea and i don't get it anywhere else. i love it. so ridiculously much. but, after we ate, we began our shopping adventure!
with...
dundunduuuuuuuh!
Barnes and Noble.
and we discovered, to our delight, that Richard Castle is indeed an author. (not a real one, mind you, but it's his Nikki Heat books. you'll only get that if you watch Castle, a great tv show.)
so we bought Heat Wave, and i'm reading it, now. (Also, Mom bought me The Cases That Haunt Us by John Douglas. it's my favorite book by him, and i have it pretty much permenantly checked out at the library. but now, come Christmas, i'll own it. mwuahaha.)
okay, then we went to the mall.
and here's my confession.
i'm a sucker for people, okay? but not just any people. people with accents. so the guys that run the Dead Sea booth that you see? yeah, can't resist them. dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin... dark eyes... and those adorable accents, i'd honestly buy the lot if they asked me to. i know, i know, i'm ridiculous, but honestly, no one would have to mug me, they should just ask me in a cute accent. i'd be like, "Oh, you want my money?" -bestows upon would be mugger-
okay, not that bad, but seriously. Anyway, this guy named Kfir sold me some nail stuff that i may or may not use. but it didn't matter, because i thought he was adorable.
(let me get something straight here and now. this "i think he's adorable" isn't a, I WANT TO MARRY HIM!, it's kind of the same feeling i get when my puppy looks at me with those big brown eyes of his and silently requests my dinner. like, "You're the cutest thing since sliced bread and i'd give you anything if it made you smile. :D" Just so you know.)
anyway, that was pretty much my day in a nutshell. i shopped.
oh, and Mom and i walked by a New Moon section in FYE, and i about died. turns out, i'm allergic to bad literature. :D
i still have to go see that blasted movie. i plan on going as a character from good literature, even if i just dress up as a Black Jacket from Inkheart. (I'd be Basta and wear a yellow scarf. just so you know.)
anyway. i'm ridiculously worn out for 8:15. walking around all day, being surrounded by bad literature emblems, can really take it out of a person.
oh, by the way. i rode the escalator today!
thaaaaat was interesting.
i was in Dick's Sporting Goods, and Mom was like, "WE MUST GO TO THE SECOND FLOOR!" and i was like, "oh... boy..."
so i hopped on the escalator and promptly almost fell.
remind me to dislike escalators in the near future.
oh, and i'm not going to finish my NaNo. totally not, not in time for the 1st.
but, see, here's the thing.
i already know i can do it. and i think the joy of NaNo was that i wanted to see if i could accomplish it.
and i can, and i'm done. well... therefore, i'm done. i don't know.
i'm competative by nature, and that was the joy of it. so instead, i'm just going to take my sweet time working on my story.
(Because i still love it.)
Until later!
Lafaera.
but, let me remind you, dear reader.
i'm not in Kentucky.
so Mother and i were like, "LET'S NOT LET THE BLACK FRIDAY TRADITION DIE!"
so we slept until 8:30, an ungodly late time on Black Friday, rolled out of bed, ate, played with our hair, and then left our house at 11:00. (i know, right?)
this is proof i love my mother for a couple of reasons.
1) i am not a huge fan of shopping. i mean, it's not that i HATE it, but i don't LOVE it, either. i tolerate it. shopping all day without playing war in clothes racks just doesn't have the same ring to it.
2) i dislike crowds. not, like, HATE crowds, but they make me uncomfortable and i tend to avoid them. (Or try to. have you seen our school hallways? by the way, fun fact about me. M is my favorite hallway. because it smells like chlorine and it's huge, so it doesn't feel like there are lots of people there.)
3) i'm a sucker for people. more about that later. but i try to avoid malls, because i always get roped into buying stuff i don't need. but that's a story for later.
so, anyway. we went to Red Lobster, which i love. i drink a lot of Boston Iced Tea when i'm there, because it's my favorite iced tea and i don't get it anywhere else. i love it. so ridiculously much. but, after we ate, we began our shopping adventure!
with...
dundunduuuuuuuh!
Barnes and Noble.
and we discovered, to our delight, that Richard Castle is indeed an author. (not a real one, mind you, but it's his Nikki Heat books. you'll only get that if you watch Castle, a great tv show.)
so we bought Heat Wave, and i'm reading it, now. (Also, Mom bought me The Cases That Haunt Us by John Douglas. it's my favorite book by him, and i have it pretty much permenantly checked out at the library. but now, come Christmas, i'll own it. mwuahaha.)
okay, then we went to the mall.
and here's my confession.
i'm a sucker for people, okay? but not just any people. people with accents. so the guys that run the Dead Sea booth that you see? yeah, can't resist them. dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin... dark eyes... and those adorable accents, i'd honestly buy the lot if they asked me to. i know, i know, i'm ridiculous, but honestly, no one would have to mug me, they should just ask me in a cute accent. i'd be like, "Oh, you want my money?" -bestows upon would be mugger-
okay, not that bad, but seriously. Anyway, this guy named Kfir sold me some nail stuff that i may or may not use. but it didn't matter, because i thought he was adorable.
(let me get something straight here and now. this "i think he's adorable" isn't a, I WANT TO MARRY HIM!, it's kind of the same feeling i get when my puppy looks at me with those big brown eyes of his and silently requests my dinner. like, "You're the cutest thing since sliced bread and i'd give you anything if it made you smile. :D" Just so you know.)
anyway, that was pretty much my day in a nutshell. i shopped.
oh, and Mom and i walked by a New Moon section in FYE, and i about died. turns out, i'm allergic to bad literature. :D
i still have to go see that blasted movie. i plan on going as a character from good literature, even if i just dress up as a Black Jacket from Inkheart. (I'd be Basta and wear a yellow scarf. just so you know.)
anyway. i'm ridiculously worn out for 8:15. walking around all day, being surrounded by bad literature emblems, can really take it out of a person.
oh, by the way. i rode the escalator today!
thaaaaat was interesting.
i was in Dick's Sporting Goods, and Mom was like, "WE MUST GO TO THE SECOND FLOOR!" and i was like, "oh... boy..."
so i hopped on the escalator and promptly almost fell.
remind me to dislike escalators in the near future.
oh, and i'm not going to finish my NaNo. totally not, not in time for the 1st.
but, see, here's the thing.
i already know i can do it. and i think the joy of NaNo was that i wanted to see if i could accomplish it.
and i can, and i'm done. well... therefore, i'm done. i don't know.
i'm competative by nature, and that was the joy of it. so instead, i'm just going to take my sweet time working on my story.
(Because i still love it.)
Until later!
Lafaera.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
My Second Post - This One Has A Purpose!
bear with me, here, kids.
this is a longish story for what i'm trying to say.
I go to Hope Community Church. i love it - my pastor is one of the coolest people i've ever met.
He used to entertain me with a guitar and his inability to sing. (Funny stuff)
Mom is the secretary at Hope, which means that i've spent a considerable amount of time there. and in that time, i've lightsaber dueled with my pastor, pasted a mustache on pictures of my youth pastor (hehehe), spent a good deal of time ninja rolling around the place, and playing with a goat. (Best pastor ever, just saying.)
BUT I DIGRESS!
i meant to move on. anyway, this summer, my best friend's church (Or rather, her mother) was putting on a production of Godspell. (An awesome musical) Suddenly, one of their leads quit. (Fail.) Alison, that's my best friend's mommy, was like, "CALL IN THE RESERVES! WHERE'S CAITIE, SHE COULD DO IT!" and i got a call saying, "Hey. Caitie. This is Jo. can you come over? my mom has a proposition for you." (i checked with mi madre, and she said, "I am not sure i approve of adult women propositioning you, Caitie..." and i laughed.)
so that began my first role in a musical. (I was Robin. i wore purple. It was awesome.)
Anyway, now the youth group of Calvary and i are tight. best buds. all that jazz. even if they are Methodist and i'm a Southern Baptist. Because there is a difference.
(This difference is that i believe there should be food at EVERY occasion. Hungry? bring on the food. Death? food. Birth? food. Long, boring classes? food. someone sneezed? give them food. oh, and i periodically scream "HALLELUJAH PRAISE JESUS!", "HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE!" and i do a great impression of an angry southern baptist preacher. but that's more because i have a good sense of humor about Southern Baptists. By the way, i went through a rebellious stage when i found out that Southern Baptists used to disapprove of cards and dancing. they don't anymore, but that didn't stop me from rebelling by bringing a deck of cards and betting on random Sundays. shhhhh! Oh, and i also learned how to cheat at Go Fish. i won my friend's left shoe a lot. Oh, and Liar's Dice. an awesome game. But anyway, i'm done with this rabbit. sorry.)
All righty. where was i in my REAL story...
right. the Calvary people and i are tight. i go hang out with them a lot.
and then came the ultimate bribe. i can be a part of the rock opera Jesus Christ, Superstar! all i had to do was join their choir, GLORY. i was already comeing to youth group on Sunday nights, so i just showed up an hour or so early and got to hang out with my Calvary friends.
now to the real story, and the purpose, which wasn't supposed to take this long. again, sorry. :D
So i was singing at their church on Saturday night. and their pastor was giving a sermon on Thanksgiving and such. and she said that we should list the things we're thankful for. she said that people who did that were happier and whatnot. i found it quite interesting.
(Yeah, i know, anti-climactic. hehehe.)
the point of this whole, long, rabbit chasing story is that i'm going to tell you what i'm thankful for. in no particular order. from now on, every post will have at least two things i'm thankful for.
so, today! 5 people i'm thankful for. or rather, 7, but cut into 5. in no particular order.
1. My Daddy. he's the best. he's really quiet when he's around other people, and then he leans over and says something to me that makes me die laughing.
2. My Mommy. she's awesome. just saying. (That has nothing to do with the fact that everyone says we act alike... >_>)
3. My brothers. they are... special. just saying. The big one is one of my best friends. and he drags me off to Taco Bell at all hours of the day and night. the little one is spoiled rotten and randomly the sweetest person i know.
4. Joelle. she's my best friend, not because every time we see each other we can pick up where we left off, but because i miss her all the time. when Kristian died, i called Jo, and she skipped out on Godspell pit rehearsal to come hug me and give me lemonade and tell me she was there for me. we went on a last adventure to a Skillet concert. we totally understand each other. and she threatens to kill people for me. i digress again.
5. My grandparents. Papaw and i have an affinity for peanut butter. because it's delicious. so i make peanut butter pie and then go hang out with him. he paints. he's an amazing artist. Mamaw and i loooooooove roller coasters. and tea. she always smells like mint gum. she loves kids. i'm their favorite (and maybe... only...) granddaughter.
there. i'm done. :D
this is a longish story for what i'm trying to say.
I go to Hope Community Church. i love it - my pastor is one of the coolest people i've ever met.
He used to entertain me with a guitar and his inability to sing. (Funny stuff)
Mom is the secretary at Hope, which means that i've spent a considerable amount of time there. and in that time, i've lightsaber dueled with my pastor, pasted a mustache on pictures of my youth pastor (hehehe), spent a good deal of time ninja rolling around the place, and playing with a goat. (Best pastor ever, just saying.)
BUT I DIGRESS!
i meant to move on. anyway, this summer, my best friend's church (Or rather, her mother) was putting on a production of Godspell. (An awesome musical) Suddenly, one of their leads quit. (Fail.) Alison, that's my best friend's mommy, was like, "CALL IN THE RESERVES! WHERE'S CAITIE, SHE COULD DO IT!" and i got a call saying, "Hey. Caitie. This is Jo. can you come over? my mom has a proposition for you." (i checked with mi madre, and she said, "I am not sure i approve of adult women propositioning you, Caitie..." and i laughed.)
so that began my first role in a musical. (I was Robin. i wore purple. It was awesome.)
Anyway, now the youth group of Calvary and i are tight. best buds. all that jazz. even if they are Methodist and i'm a Southern Baptist. Because there is a difference.
(This difference is that i believe there should be food at EVERY occasion. Hungry? bring on the food. Death? food. Birth? food. Long, boring classes? food. someone sneezed? give them food. oh, and i periodically scream "HALLELUJAH PRAISE JESUS!", "HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE!" and i do a great impression of an angry southern baptist preacher. but that's more because i have a good sense of humor about Southern Baptists. By the way, i went through a rebellious stage when i found out that Southern Baptists used to disapprove of cards and dancing. they don't anymore, but that didn't stop me from rebelling by bringing a deck of cards and betting on random Sundays. shhhhh! Oh, and i also learned how to cheat at Go Fish. i won my friend's left shoe a lot. Oh, and Liar's Dice. an awesome game. But anyway, i'm done with this rabbit. sorry.)
All righty. where was i in my REAL story...
right. the Calvary people and i are tight. i go hang out with them a lot.
and then came the ultimate bribe. i can be a part of the rock opera Jesus Christ, Superstar! all i had to do was join their choir, GLORY. i was already comeing to youth group on Sunday nights, so i just showed up an hour or so early and got to hang out with my Calvary friends.
now to the real story, and the purpose, which wasn't supposed to take this long. again, sorry. :D
So i was singing at their church on Saturday night. and their pastor was giving a sermon on Thanksgiving and such. and she said that we should list the things we're thankful for. she said that people who did that were happier and whatnot. i found it quite interesting.
(Yeah, i know, anti-climactic. hehehe.)
the point of this whole, long, rabbit chasing story is that i'm going to tell you what i'm thankful for. in no particular order. from now on, every post will have at least two things i'm thankful for.
so, today! 5 people i'm thankful for. or rather, 7, but cut into 5. in no particular order.
1. My Daddy. he's the best. he's really quiet when he's around other people, and then he leans over and says something to me that makes me die laughing.
2. My Mommy. she's awesome. just saying. (That has nothing to do with the fact that everyone says we act alike... >_>)
3. My brothers. they are... special. just saying. The big one is one of my best friends. and he drags me off to Taco Bell at all hours of the day and night. the little one is spoiled rotten and randomly the sweetest person i know.
4. Joelle. she's my best friend, not because every time we see each other we can pick up where we left off, but because i miss her all the time. when Kristian died, i called Jo, and she skipped out on Godspell pit rehearsal to come hug me and give me lemonade and tell me she was there for me. we went on a last adventure to a Skillet concert. we totally understand each other. and she threatens to kill people for me. i digress again.
5. My grandparents. Papaw and i have an affinity for peanut butter. because it's delicious. so i make peanut butter pie and then go hang out with him. he paints. he's an amazing artist. Mamaw and i loooooooove roller coasters. and tea. she always smells like mint gum. she loves kids. i'm their favorite (and maybe... only...) granddaughter.
there. i'm done. :D
Happy Thanksgiving!
i'm very fond of Thanksgiving. i'm sure i mentioned it... either in this blog or the one i share with Mandi, but i'm sure i mentioned that Thanksgiving is, like, my second favorite holiday. (Or rather, was. now i'm not quite so fond of it, since all my family is down in Kentucky, and i'm up here with Mom, Dad, Ben, and Micah. don't get me wrong, i love my family, but there is something missing when i don't get to run around shooting my plethora of cousins with marshmallow guns. it's a bummer. other than that, i love this holiday.)
So, i woke up this morning and made a souffle. Apple Pancake Souffle, and it was delicious. Dad took Micah hunting, -grumble grumble-, so it was just Mom and i. Ben was sleeping. or something. anyway! then Mom and i cooked. all day. we have a turkey, green bean casserole, two kinds of stuffing, deviled eggs, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cobbler, cookies, pumpkin pie, homemade mac and cheese, bread, vegetables, shrimp... yeah, we're eating good. :D
Now, story time. i'm a sucker for my dog. i generally restrain myself, and just slip him treats when he's good, and nothing fancy... but today is Thanksgiving! FOOD ALL AROUND! so far that blasted dog has weaseled out of me:
apple slices
mashed potatoes
carrots
green beans
and i took some of the juices from the turkey we cooked and put it on his food.
i think he knows it. but i'm okay with that, because i'm his favorite person in this house. mwuahahaha. Yes, i buy my dog's love.
(Yes. i know i have two dogs. Annie hid all day, because Ben scared her. i gave her apple slices and let her eat some of the turkey juice slathered food, but she hates carrots and green beans. smart dog. Also, i'm already her favorite person, because i don't tackle her and scream "I'M A PREDATOR!" -cough-Ben-cough.)
Dad and Micah came home, no deer. i felt a small sense of happiness. i don't want my little brother to get a deer before me. i'll die of shame.
Ah yes.
my family is coming back early from Kentucky. (Usually, everyone stays until Sunday.) BUT! they're coming back tomorrow. why?
My grandparents' 50th Wedding Anniversary.
i'm.
super.
excited.
I've got a lot of cousins. Jacob is my only real cousin, on my Dad's side, and therefore automatically my favorite.
On a side note about Jacob, we grew up together. And he's a super Civil War buff. so, when we'd be running around at my grandparents' house (which is out in the middle of a bunch of cornfields, aaaaall alone. :D) we'd play Civil War. usually we were on the same team, but occasionally i'd be the North and he'd be the South and we'd throw rocks at each other and make exploding noises. best. childhood. ever.
Anyway, all my food is done. Mwuahahaha. i feel pretty awesome. so, Happy Thanksgiving!
Lafaera
So, i woke up this morning and made a souffle. Apple Pancake Souffle, and it was delicious. Dad took Micah hunting, -grumble grumble-, so it was just Mom and i. Ben was sleeping. or something. anyway! then Mom and i cooked. all day. we have a turkey, green bean casserole, two kinds of stuffing, deviled eggs, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cobbler, cookies, pumpkin pie, homemade mac and cheese, bread, vegetables, shrimp... yeah, we're eating good. :D
Now, story time. i'm a sucker for my dog. i generally restrain myself, and just slip him treats when he's good, and nothing fancy... but today is Thanksgiving! FOOD ALL AROUND! so far that blasted dog has weaseled out of me:
apple slices
mashed potatoes
carrots
green beans
and i took some of the juices from the turkey we cooked and put it on his food.
i think he knows it. but i'm okay with that, because i'm his favorite person in this house. mwuahahaha. Yes, i buy my dog's love.
(Yes. i know i have two dogs. Annie hid all day, because Ben scared her. i gave her apple slices and let her eat some of the turkey juice slathered food, but she hates carrots and green beans. smart dog. Also, i'm already her favorite person, because i don't tackle her and scream "I'M A PREDATOR!" -cough-Ben-cough.)
Dad and Micah came home, no deer. i felt a small sense of happiness. i don't want my little brother to get a deer before me. i'll die of shame.
Ah yes.
my family is coming back early from Kentucky. (Usually, everyone stays until Sunday.) BUT! they're coming back tomorrow. why?
My grandparents' 50th Wedding Anniversary.
i'm.
super.
excited.
I've got a lot of cousins. Jacob is my only real cousin, on my Dad's side, and therefore automatically my favorite.
On a side note about Jacob, we grew up together. And he's a super Civil War buff. so, when we'd be running around at my grandparents' house (which is out in the middle of a bunch of cornfields, aaaaall alone. :D) we'd play Civil War. usually we were on the same team, but occasionally i'd be the North and he'd be the South and we'd throw rocks at each other and make exploding noises. best. childhood. ever.
Anyway, all my food is done. Mwuahahaha. i feel pretty awesome. so, Happy Thanksgiving!
Lafaera
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Yeah, I Use My Webcam As A Mirror To Fix My Hair. What About It?
my hair is very super curly. not like, corkscrew curls or anything. think Hermione, but a liiiiiittle less bushy. just a little bit. So, naturally, when i want to put it up, parts of it fall down and then it looks funny.
Solution. Found.
i have a webcam on my school laptop. beastmode, i daresay, and because of that, i can fix my hair via webcam. Hallelujah, Praise be to Jesus.
Oh, and speaking of Hermione, a while back we had a nerd day at our school. being the Harry Potter nerd that i am, i immediately threw together a Hermione outfit. (Goodwill, God bless you.) Anyway, in the midst of my running around finding stuff, i chanced upon a Gryffindor scarf. yessireebob, a Gryffindor scarf. once again, praise Jesus!
i immediately bought it. (It cost more than all the rest of my outfit, from my sweater vest to my tie to my mary janes, but i don't care.) and then i dressed up as Hermione and was pretty much the coolest thing since sliced bread, thank you very much. (Except for Batman. Batman is and always was the coolest thing since sliced bread.)
So, yesterday, i had a Master Class with my voice teacher, and we talked about good vocal hygiene. Tim, my voice teacher, told me that we should all start wearing scarves in the cold weather, to keep our voices warm and such. not damage our vocal chords as much.
i took that as an excellent reason to wear my Gryffindor scarf.
so now i'm parading around school in a Gryffindor scarf, and everyone is jealous. Zennon, Mandi, Lizzie, Ashley, Katie... all jealous. why? because Harry Potter is a great, grand book series. :D
Your faithful book nerd,
Lafaera
P.S. i want a robe. like, one of the school robes from Hogwarts. de.sire.
Solution. Found.
i have a webcam on my school laptop. beastmode, i daresay, and because of that, i can fix my hair via webcam. Hallelujah, Praise be to Jesus.
Oh, and speaking of Hermione, a while back we had a nerd day at our school. being the Harry Potter nerd that i am, i immediately threw together a Hermione outfit. (Goodwill, God bless you.) Anyway, in the midst of my running around finding stuff, i chanced upon a Gryffindor scarf. yessireebob, a Gryffindor scarf. once again, praise Jesus!
i immediately bought it. (It cost more than all the rest of my outfit, from my sweater vest to my tie to my mary janes, but i don't care.) and then i dressed up as Hermione and was pretty much the coolest thing since sliced bread, thank you very much. (Except for Batman. Batman is and always was the coolest thing since sliced bread.)
So, yesterday, i had a Master Class with my voice teacher, and we talked about good vocal hygiene. Tim, my voice teacher, told me that we should all start wearing scarves in the cold weather, to keep our voices warm and such. not damage our vocal chords as much.
i took that as an excellent reason to wear my Gryffindor scarf.
so now i'm parading around school in a Gryffindor scarf, and everyone is jealous. Zennon, Mandi, Lizzie, Ashley, Katie... all jealous. why? because Harry Potter is a great, grand book series. :D
Your faithful book nerd,
Lafaera
P.S. i want a robe. like, one of the school robes from Hogwarts. de.sire.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Ouran High School Host Club
Awesome show. like, totally awesome. i love Hikaru Hitachiin with all my heart, soul, and body. he and i would get married. Kaoru and i would be friends, of course, but Hikaru and i would be the best couple since the dawn of time.
(You know, when God was like, "Hey, Jesus. Hey... Hey... -pokes- Let's make some people in our own image, get them to multiply -raises eyebrows suggestively- and then teach them a bunch of different languages, split them up, and see how it goes. doesn't that sound like fun?" and Jesus was like, "I have a sense of foreboding... like, because of this, i'm going to get hurt or something... weird, huh?" and God was like, "Funny... i feel the same way..." and they stood around talking about this feeling until The Holy Spirit pointed out they're the same person, and maybe when they made these people, only have of them should stand around talking about their emotions or no work would get done. hence men.)
THE POINT IS! that i love Ouran High School Host Club. and Mandi and i hate people who blog about their problems. (i mean, like seriously? oh, my little emo bloggers, you piss me off.) Honestly, who wants to read about your crappy day? about how much you hate so and so? and, God forbid (which i'm totally convinced he does), how no one ever pays any attention to you. all in your bad spelling and fail sentences that would make even the most hardened editor weep. (Yes, i'm speaking to you, but in a loving, Jesus kind of way. i just have to point out that if you can't spell a word, i recommend you a) look it up or b) don't use it!)
Anyway. While we were talking about bloggers, we noted the fact that humorous blogs are the exception. if it's funny, rant about it online so that all of your friends can giggle, and you won't ever forget it.
This led to a decision. WE CREATED A BLOG TOGETHER! dun dun duuuuuuuun.
We're using Ouran names, i'm Kaoru and Mandi is Tamaki. super. happy. face.
and now i'm going to go befriend my own blog. woot woot! i hope i find it humorous in the future. :D
until later,
Lafaera, (the future Mrs. Hikaru Hitachiin <3)
hehehehe.
(You know, when God was like, "Hey, Jesus. Hey... Hey... -pokes- Let's make some people in our own image, get them to multiply -raises eyebrows suggestively- and then teach them a bunch of different languages, split them up, and see how it goes. doesn't that sound like fun?" and Jesus was like, "I have a sense of foreboding... like, because of this, i'm going to get hurt or something... weird, huh?" and God was like, "Funny... i feel the same way..." and they stood around talking about this feeling until The Holy Spirit pointed out they're the same person, and maybe when they made these people, only have of them should stand around talking about their emotions or no work would get done. hence men.)
THE POINT IS! that i love Ouran High School Host Club. and Mandi and i hate people who blog about their problems. (i mean, like seriously? oh, my little emo bloggers, you piss me off.) Honestly, who wants to read about your crappy day? about how much you hate so and so? and, God forbid (which i'm totally convinced he does), how no one ever pays any attention to you. all in your bad spelling and fail sentences that would make even the most hardened editor weep. (Yes, i'm speaking to you, but in a loving, Jesus kind of way. i just have to point out that if you can't spell a word, i recommend you a) look it up or b) don't use it!)
Anyway. While we were talking about bloggers, we noted the fact that humorous blogs are the exception. if it's funny, rant about it online so that all of your friends can giggle, and you won't ever forget it.
This led to a decision. WE CREATED A BLOG TOGETHER! dun dun duuuuuuuun.
We're using Ouran names, i'm Kaoru and Mandi is Tamaki. super. happy. face.
and now i'm going to go befriend my own blog. woot woot! i hope i find it humorous in the future. :D
until later,
Lafaera, (the future Mrs. Hikaru Hitachiin <3)
hehehehe.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
NaNoWriMo
It's that time of year again.
National Novel Writing Month.
I should probably get started, but without the added pressure...
see, last year i wrote my book, that'd be Purus, in 15 days. (Go me.)
I forgot it was November, Clara told me i should go ahead and start, even if i was late.
well, i should probably start working on that.
i'm writing a sort of modern version of the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice. i plan on accomplishing this through Coca-Cola, Oh, Henry! bars, and lots of ibuprofen.
i'll try to remember to bathe, but no promises, kids. :D
National Novel Writing Month.
I should probably get started, but without the added pressure...
see, last year i wrote my book, that'd be Purus, in 15 days. (Go me.)
I forgot it was November, Clara told me i should go ahead and start, even if i was late.
well, i should probably start working on that.
i'm writing a sort of modern version of the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice. i plan on accomplishing this through Coca-Cola, Oh, Henry! bars, and lots of ibuprofen.
i'll try to remember to bathe, but no promises, kids. :D
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