Hey. I'm amazed you've stopped to take a peak! I'm sorry to say that my blog is full of negative, atrociously positive, philosophical, or otherwise stupid posts concerning my thoughts, feelings, and every day life. But what the hell! If you think it's great, then I think you're great. Got it?

Apr 30, 2011

Saturday Packing

I'm thankful the snow is gone, because this morning there was a full blanket of snow sitting tauntingly outside. By noon, it was all gone and we had a big big trailer to fill with boxes. We got most of the boxes that held important everyday items in, and it's not even half-way full yet. Yes, we have boxes out in the garage, but that will be for another trailer, and then we'll get the furniture loaded tomorrow. By then, I'll be able to go to my new house and help unload and unpack. Already the house is feeling less cluttered of boxes and back to the way it was before we began packing...except that this time the kitchen is a disaster, garbage is everywhere, and there is still a lot of crap cluttered everywhere. Who knew that moving out of a house after living in it for six years was such a hassle? Anyway, later tonight we should be bringing those boxes to the new house and unloading, though apparently I won't be a part of it. All the guys are going....and for once, I want to be a guy. Just for this reason to go and help unload...and be stronger. Oh well.

Apr 27, 2011

Decoding "I Think So"

I think so. But if I think so, am I really thinking "so" or is it a lazy way of saying yes? But so sounds like "no" so would I be disapproving? I think so. Oh now there I go, saying "so" when it probably means "no". It makes me wonder why people say "maybe". Of course, it's an in between word, and no one likes people who only go half-way. It's like we're playing monkey in the middle here. Yes is an extreme answer, no is an extreme answer, and maybe is a weak answer. Which relates it to "I think so". So now we're back to the mystery phrase. They both might as well be poor math substitutes for the real thing: I don't Assimilate. "I don't know" isn't even weak. It's a lazy form for what you could say to sound smart. I think so... Moving from the "so" incident, shouldn't you "know" rather than "think"? See, now this is a question of genius or stupidity. What if you don't think, but you are certain. You know so. But now this can barely cross the line of questioning "so" again. You know yes? You know no? What if I don't like "I". Any pronoun could be put in there. What if she knows so? Ah but everyone knows "she" is a boring form of a Proper Noun. That's why Loquacious Zucchini knows so. There, strong, right tot he point, except for that "so". It still bugs me. If I know a so, then wouldn't that be giving "so" a name? I'd have to capitalize "so". So that way So would actually seem important. See? Alfonso knows So. It makes me wonder whether So should have a mustache or an old-man-neck-beard. But what if So is a pet? Would So be a chihuahua or a whale? So should have a gender. Sound pretty feminine, does it not? Now that Loquacious Zucchini knows So, I can probably introduce the problem concerning "maybe". You see, this all might be true of So. If we're saying talkative vegetables have gotten to meet a female whale by the name of So, we'll both be a little crazy. That is why weak little "maybe" strolls along and cures our insanity by pathetically being present. It maybe is all of the above...or it is maybe just a little "so". Of course, maybe, as we've discussed is weak and caught in the middle of the extremities. Why can't yes stop being lazy? Yes has too many replacements. Sure, totally, okay, in due time, of course, I think so...maybe so.... Oh. So now So has a buddy, and of all buddies, it's maybe? This language is messed up. But maybe if we stripped so of it's personality, and place in the Proper Nouns, and bumped "maybe" up into a normal word rank, the two words could actually be left alone...

I think so...

Apr 25, 2011

The Weekend, Wrapped into One

Basically, the weekend was a very busy, very tiring one. For one thing, it was Easter Weekend, so I had a lot of things going on. Secondly, I was dumb enough to book a Baby Simulator on this weekend, thinking it won't be that bad, and that it wasn't going to be too hard to transport the thing everywhere I went. Hah.

I have no right to actually complain and cry over how laborious taking care of a fake baby is, because I give my congrats out to the real mothers who must deal with real babies 24/7.

I'll start with Friday. Heaven knows how busy/exciting/overkill it was. The first two periods were fine, I mean, they were normal, but by the time third period came around, and our class loaded up on the bus to go to Cabella's, I knew it was going to be hurried. First of all, class is only an hour and thirty minutes at most, so with the bus trips to and fro, that's close to fifteen minutes each. The point of the trip was to go to Cabella's and do a classification project with the animal things they have there. Kaylynn, Drew, Brett, and I all worked on the assignment, but we had difficulties with the fish at the beginning. I mean, who wouldn't automatically assume that the fish (Without Labels) in the aquarium was the ones we had to do? We almost began to name them randomly like "Awesome Lipped-Trout" or "Rainbow Fish!", until Mr. Moon showed us the fish on the outside of the aquariums with the labels on them. Who names a fish "White Crappie"??? Anyway, we finished the fish and mammals, but Kaylynn wanted some fudge, and we had only five minutes until we had to load the bus, so we didn't get the bird portion done. The deal was to exchange information with those smart people who did the birds on the bus, (which didn't go as planned, mind you,) and flee to the fudge store. We got our fudge...but we were too late to turn in our papers, so we decided to turn them in after school. Ahem....I did. Kaylynn...alas... did not, and now I'm afraid Brett has been docked, considering she still has Brett's paper as well as her own unfinished one.The bus arrives late, and we're nearly fifteen minutes late to lunch, so I just skip out, but Kaylynn and Brett are determined to eat, even though it was Taco soup which quit literally burned their tongues. They both didn't care if they were late to Musical Theater or not. English, last period for me, was boring, but I got to leave ten minutes early to retrieve...dun dun dun...the Teen Living baby.

The deal with the babies: They are computer programmed and very technologically advanced for a baby doll. It coos and cries and screams and burps and whimpers...everything a real baby does. Anyway, for Teen Living you have to get a baby for a week or weekend and take care of it to have a feel for what it's like to be a teen mom. I got mine after school. It was a girl and I named her Adilee and dressed her up in stupid pink clothes. Then I got the bulky diaper bag that held only three small things in it and trudged off to meet Kaylynn in the hallways after school got out. She had rehearsal, but she heard our good friend Nahuel was here for registration, so she decided to miss a little bit of rehearsal just so she could see Nahuel.While we waited, she held my baby, which hadn't turned on yet, and became very possessive of it. She was the "aunt" and didn't want anyone else holding her. Walking home with the baby was an adventure, because she had turned on at three, just before I left the school, and I was automatically worried about shaking the baby or rough handling her or dropping her head while I walked. So I made sure to be as graceful as I could, which probably made me look like a real idiot. I got a lot of stares from people driving past me, and I had this weird urge to flip them off, BUT I didn't...I was good...I didn't. I mean, wouldn't you want to when a man drives past and staring at me like I'm some freakish teen mom? Yes. You would deny it, but if it happens enough times, you'll want to.

So, I had planned earlier in the week for a sleepover with my beautiful cousin, Rachel, and the only convenient time for both of us, despite my having a baby, was this Friday, while Saturday I could be exchanged at the Easter party. So a little bit after school my dad takes me to my cousin's house, but right as we leave the house, my baby acts up for the first time. It's the first time I hear her cry, and it's the last time I really want to hear her cry. Anyway, I had to awkwardly change her diaper in my lap with a bouncing car, which worried me because those babies' necks are sensitive and when they get jostled, it'll count as "Head dropped" and I'll get docked points. So finally when she stopped crying, and I wait out the trip to Rachel's house. I warned her about the baby, but she proved to not be as bad as I thought she was...for the most part. We stayed up til one-ish, ;) and I was awaken around three by a sudden screaming from the baby. :S It woke Rachel as well, and I could tell she was a little annoyed, but she went right back to sleep, just as any father would. Hehe. Saturday came along, and I hung around Rachel's house until five and left with her family to our grandma's Easter party. There I was exchanged and brought back home with my family, and a little bit after we got back, our good friends Almond and Gary came over to paint eggs and stay the night with us. (Dude...I painted a Nazi Egg, a Japanese Egg, and a Soviet Union Egg. They were pretty good. Except for when Tyler criticized my Soviet Union Egg...he was playing with fire there.)

Yes. I got a lot of irritating teasing. I got a lot of "Bet this makes you not want to have sex" and bla bla bla. I get it. A lot of stories of "When you were a baby" came around while this baby was occupying my life temporarily, and part of those comments about the baby was why I was in such a grouchy mood came Easter Sunday. I was not only tired, because the baby had me up that night as well, but for some reason, I wasn't in the mood to do anything but chuck the baby into the ocean. I had a headache as well, which is still lasting even now from being sick all weekend with a stupid cold. When will my nose quit being nosy? Haha...that wasn't even funny. Anyway, Easter was long, what with the Basket hunting, then Gary and Almond going out to jog, me getting some nap time in, then games being played before Easter dinner. I got a lot more music to listen to, which was pretty great. Gotta love good quality CD's!

Anyhow, all of that leads up to the official countdown. Bum bum bum.....Approximately seven more days until we begin to move furniture and boxes to the new house in pleasant grove. I'll have my camera on me by then and I'll put up pictures of my new room and house. But until then, we will be packing...and packing...and packing. Say. We're gonna need lots of packing tape.

So anyway, my headache is getting worse, so I'm gonna say Salem and farewell, for Monday was not a good day, considering my friend passed out in PE and today's math lesson flew straight over my head...I don't feel so hot.

Over and out!

Apr 20, 2011

A Strange, Strange World

When you think about it, it truly is a strange world. All the things I learn about in school now has me thinking deeper, and beyond things I need to think about. Take bacteria for instance. The fact that they will cause you to get sick and have a miserable day at school isn't something you want to dwell on; merely a fact. So when you do go to school, knowing you've awaken with a sore throat and a runny nose, and you have a bad day, you should blame the bacteria. Not your friends, or your teachers, or the name of the day (Wednesday), or Utah's bipolar weather; but bacteria. Those little cells that get anywhere into your body are the ones that have caused you this pain. I just can't believe how many there are on this planet, or how many can be deadly. Don't you assimilate? I can't simply say "School sucks". No, I must deeply think about things before I can say anything about my condition, but only when I have the energy to do it. Right now, I can just say "Yeah, I'm sick, leave me alone" and be done with it.

You see? They are gross and tiny and ugly and misery-causing. As of right now I am sniffing up a headache, and have already taken stupid nasal pills and ibruprofen to keep me happy. No dice. I'm still in a sour mood, and it's all because of a crappy day at school. I'm sure people noticed too, but almost resistance-free of doing something, my don't care attitude, and my lacking in conversation. Yes, that is what happens when I'm depressed or sick. But people, amazingly, won't let it go. No. I have to always be happy. I must always be cheerful and optimistic. Today was my free day to just feel ugh, and I had a good excuse to back me up. It's a good thing my voice sounded sick, otherwise people wouldn't believe me and keep telling me to "Be happy" or "stop being sick". Hey! Another devilish thing about bacteria. They'll only leave when they want, or until your immune system zaps them away, which still takes a while. Blarg. I hate life. It's full of unsatisfying things. Things like murder and pain, homework and boredom, fatness when eating pleasurable foods, sicknesses and diseases, dominating plans over plans you want, pessimistic people, socially awkward people, aggravating people, people in general... temptations, gross hygiene, work, uncomfortable beds, annoying commercials, bad media, unfortunate news, heavy textbooks, slow computers, undefinable actions stupid people do, coldness, cold rain, not having a way to get somewhere except walking five miles, judging extended family members, religion, mo-mo's, sending a text and the person not getting it, Lima beans, Chihuahuas, school, batteries dying on you, Styrofoam, glitchy video-games, broken trampolines, annoying chatterboxes, people who use grammar wrong, people who don't want to read my writings, people who are snobby rich men, being poor, and last, but not least, to conclude my sparsly summarized displeasures of life, People Who Crack Any Body Part. It is the most nastiest thing a person can do, and the most bone-chilling thing for me to listen to. It's like cracking your inner bones like glow sticks. It's not right!!! It's so messed up and gross. I hate it!

Blah. I dislike a ton of stuff. That paragraph was very very short for a list of things I don't find satisfaction in. I only truly hate one thing in this lifetime, and that is indeed body-part cracking. I was tortured today in first period by this kid who sits next to me. It's like every time Mr. Earling turns off that damn light, this stupid kid has to crack his knuckles. Let me tell you right now; the cracks could practically be gunshots. It can't possibly be normal for his finger knuckles to be that loud and that messed up. I would like to tell him how I hate it so, but I barely know the kid, and I can't just lean over and say "Yo, your knuckle-cracking is gross, and I don't want you doing it." A nicer sentence would still be mean. So all I can do now is sit and plug my ears until it's over, knowing that with every loud, gunshot-like crack, the guy is messing up not only my ears, but his body. Eeuughyyuucckk. It's soooo gross...

Apr 14, 2011

This is Finally It

Last night, my family and I dropped by to take a look at a house. As we went, I was thinking that it must be this house, if Dad was taking the whole family to see it. Earlier that morning he had told me that we have been approved on a house, and now I am very excited. When we took a look, the first thing I noticed was the kitchen, and to be honest, I really liked it. The jutting out counter that acts like an island, but is still connected to the counters is long and satisfying for a girl who likes to make cookies and cook dinner every once in a while. Our table will fit evenly in the area set aside for the dinner table, and it overlooks the family room that is just two steps down into a very nice opening. Laundry room and downstairs is towards your right when you walk into the family room, and when you descend the stairs, there are two bedrooms and a bathroom down there. When you go up the stairs that conjoin next to the front room, right before you enter the kitchen, there is a bathroom and three bedrooms upstairs: the master, and two little rooms. The bedrooms aren't settled quite yet, but it will work out. We'll be moving (maybe) during the first week of May, maybe a little bit before that.

Apr 9, 2011

Spring Break

So it's April 9th, and the start of Spring Break for me. :D Excitement! I get to sleep in! But that's not only it. April has a lot going on, and I'm psyched for the activities I get to do, and the hopeful event of just hanging out with friends over the week. We have a calender in our family room, in the midst of boxes and junk, it merely hangs there. It's the only decoration, but it's bright and happy. April's picture is of grass with large drops of dew on it in close up, but the background is orange and yellow and spring-like.'s snowing outside. It's April. Utah; You Suck. The reason I brought up my calender, however, is because when I look at it, quite a few dates have scribbled in events all over it: and that's a sure sign of a busy week. My brothers have field trips galore this month also, filling up the calender even more. See, we have spring break this week, David has two field trips to the Monte Cristo Space Center next week, I have a trip to a fancy french restaurant for Teen Living, I'm getting a Baby Simulator thing on the 22nd, and Easter is coming up, along with different book releases of our favorite series and my High School registration. I'm not going to forget now! Either way, I'm psyched for this reason. Even in May, we got a book release, my friends' musical, and testing that's going on. Even a ninth grade trip to Lagoon this year. You won't believe how flipping excited I am for that. Woot! Party!!!

Not to mention that on top of all of that, we still have the posibilitiy that we might move sometime in between. Most likely in May, but it could be anytime. I've decided not to dwell on that, which is why I'm so glad I'll have all these distractions and things to do. So wish me luck! Spring Break might be a little boring, but I'll get to get a book I've been waiting for FOREVER. Finally!!!!!!!!!!

Apr 5, 2011

New Cellphone

The title says it all. I got a new cellphone. It's a cricket, which hasn't proved to be any problem yet, so I'm okay with it. See, here it is:

Lookin fancy, ain't it. I just feel like talkin in this strange southern accent for some reason. Weird. Anyway, I'm pretty much all settled in with this one. I like exploring new things. You must be wondering what I've done with my little pink razor....haha, I'm keeping it just because. I mean...I've had great memories with that little phone. Few of them a little sad, but for the most part, I like new things. Although this one has no hold button, so I'm afraid I'll press undesired buttons when it's in my pocket. Oh well!