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.
Friday, November 27, 2009
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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