Greetings.
Here we go again.
After Freddy broke my heart, Claire's then-boyfriend introduced me to his "brother" - my "cousin" via a special group (not a cult, more of a support group) - Victor Hausen. We hit it off immediately. He helped me cope with my heartbreak in a way no one else could. Claire tried, as did Ally. I didn't know Joss that well then. Bennie couldn't help, though not for lack of trying. And Joseph... well, he's a robot.
Victor called me every night and we talked for lengths of time that varied from half an hour to two hours. It was comforting, him talking to me. But I had never seen him. I only talked to him. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I said yes. I was happy. I felt wanted. And that was what I needed, someone wanting me.
Eventually, on Veteran's Day, we met for real. Victor, Kenny, and Claire came over to my house to watch movies. Kenny and Claire had other ideas, though. (Chill, they just made out.) Victor and I did too, but not as much as Kenny and Claire. It was my first real kiss... hee hee.
I told Victor I loved him. But... I think I just said it because he did. In retrospect, it was WAAAAAY too early in the relationship. He spent New Year's with Bev, Dad, Bentley, and I. He stayed overnight at my house (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) once because I had shows for two days and he came to all of them. He was the most wonderful boyfriend. I was happy. I didn't hurt over Freddy or Aaron anymore.
But in January of 2009, I broke up with him. I had been dodging his calls and trying to avoid it. But I couldn't avoid the inevitable. I broke up with him. And he took it really well. I cried at the time, but it was because I felt guilty because I felt that I had used him to get over Freddy. In a way I had, but I did feel very warm towards him all on my own. I felt sad that I couldn't treat him how he deserved. So I broke it off. It was the right thing to do.
Shortly after I broke up with Victor, Claire broke up with Kenny. She was devastated. She really was in love with him, really and truly. It was cute, really... And I wish it had lasted longer. They went out for almost six months, which, for when you're fifteen, is a long time. It hurt to see how much pain Claire was in.
But now we've moved on. And we're both fine. It all worked out.
To be continued.
Hugz
HM
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
My Love Life Part Two: Freddy Ackerby
Greetings.
Onward into my life.
Freddy Ackerby and I met when I transferred to Bennie's school. He had just transferred there too. He gazed on me from afar (I looked better back then) and developed a crush on me. The feeling was not returned.
Freshman year, he was alone. So I invited him to sit at the table with Bennie, Joseph, and I. Now, Bennie and Joseph had just met themselves and now I was adding a SUPER tall gawky relative stranger into the mix. I was asking for trouble. But surprisingly none came. Freddy and Joseph (whom I have known for approximately six years) hit it off imeediately with their shared love of sci-fi and video games. Bennie and Joseph got along when he wasn't reading, Freddy and she got along well, and I was feeling very proud of myself. Then Bennie asked the dreaded question: "Do you still like Harmony Margaret?" she asked one day. Freddy looked straight at me and said, "Yes." I was flattered, but I still was head-over-heels for Aaron. Or so I thought.
April Fool's Day, I kissed him on the cheek as a dare. (I think Bennie still has the video...) That sparked a revelation: I liked Freddy. He was sweet, tall, smart but lazy, funny, caring. The ideal TEENAGED guy. We bonded over the summer. I went away for my job like I had been doing since I was eleven and he came over every time I came home for the day. He called me every day. He asked me to homecoming. I was in heaven. I liked him and he liked me. I loved the attention, the first romantic attention I had ever gotten. It was bliss. Short-lived bliss, at any rate.
Around late September, it started crumbling. He told me that he had developed feelings for Bennie and that he wanted to ask her to winter formal. I was crushed. (Thank God she said no.) He came later that day, apologized, and asked me to go. I said yes but I wanted to be left alone. (It wasn't going to happen; Joseph and Bennie came and found us. Bennie was very worried and Joseph, despite his robotic demeanor, was even concerned.)
Then on October 7th, Bentley and soon-to-be-best-friend/sister Joss's birthday, he sat me down and said he didn't like me like that anymore. I was brave. That whole day I was in shock. I felt nothing. Then the next morning I crashed. I cried and cried and cried and cried all morning. Bennie, Aaron, Claire, and a few others tried to console me. Freddy said he didn't know why I was being so crazy. It hurt. He smashed my heart, my vulnerable first-love heart into little tiny pieces and he didn't know what he had done wrong. I wanted to hit him.
He got a girlfriend later in late November, early December. And I got a boyfriend a few days after the incident. (Find out more in Part Three: Victor Hausen.) I guess we're still friends. I don't hate him. But on October 7th, every year, I will remind him how he hurt me. At least, until the pain goes away...
To be continued.
Hugz
HM
Onward into my life.
Freddy Ackerby and I met when I transferred to Bennie's school. He had just transferred there too. He gazed on me from afar (I looked better back then) and developed a crush on me. The feeling was not returned.
Freshman year, he was alone. So I invited him to sit at the table with Bennie, Joseph, and I. Now, Bennie and Joseph had just met themselves and now I was adding a SUPER tall gawky relative stranger into the mix. I was asking for trouble. But surprisingly none came. Freddy and Joseph (whom I have known for approximately six years) hit it off imeediately with their shared love of sci-fi and video games. Bennie and Joseph got along when he wasn't reading, Freddy and she got along well, and I was feeling very proud of myself. Then Bennie asked the dreaded question: "Do you still like Harmony Margaret?" she asked one day. Freddy looked straight at me and said, "Yes." I was flattered, but I still was head-over-heels for Aaron. Or so I thought.
April Fool's Day, I kissed him on the cheek as a dare. (I think Bennie still has the video...) That sparked a revelation: I liked Freddy. He was sweet, tall, smart but lazy, funny, caring. The ideal TEENAGED guy. We bonded over the summer. I went away for my job like I had been doing since I was eleven and he came over every time I came home for the day. He called me every day. He asked me to homecoming. I was in heaven. I liked him and he liked me. I loved the attention, the first romantic attention I had ever gotten. It was bliss. Short-lived bliss, at any rate.
Around late September, it started crumbling. He told me that he had developed feelings for Bennie and that he wanted to ask her to winter formal. I was crushed. (Thank God she said no.) He came later that day, apologized, and asked me to go. I said yes but I wanted to be left alone. (It wasn't going to happen; Joseph and Bennie came and found us. Bennie was very worried and Joseph, despite his robotic demeanor, was even concerned.)
Then on October 7th, Bentley and soon-to-be-best-friend/sister Joss's birthday, he sat me down and said he didn't like me like that anymore. I was brave. That whole day I was in shock. I felt nothing. Then the next morning I crashed. I cried and cried and cried and cried all morning. Bennie, Aaron, Claire, and a few others tried to console me. Freddy said he didn't know why I was being so crazy. It hurt. He smashed my heart, my vulnerable first-love heart into little tiny pieces and he didn't know what he had done wrong. I wanted to hit him.
He got a girlfriend later in late November, early December. And I got a boyfriend a few days after the incident. (Find out more in Part Three: Victor Hausen.) I guess we're still friends. I don't hate him. But on October 7th, every year, I will remind him how he hurt me. At least, until the pain goes away...
To be continued.
Hugz
HM
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
My Love Life Part One: Aaron Underhill
Greetings.
All right, for those of you out there who actually READ this thing, perhaps I should give you a little bit more background information. Mainly about my love life. Of which I have barely any. But enough to be interesting.
When I was eight, I met Aaron and Remy Underhill through my really good friend Pauley Border. They were on the local swim team together and we automatically hit it off. I didn't see much of Aaron or Remy for a year until swim team time came around again. By then, I was absolutely head-over-heels devoted to Aaron and the idea that someday we would be Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Underhill. But it was not meant to be. He dated other girls, dodged my calls, and as we got older, he just kept me around to feel better about himself. I was so "in love" that I was blind. He was a viper, a poisonous snake. He hurt me innumerable times over the years. He finally rejected me in January of 2008. But he really pulled a number on both me and Joss a few months ago. He started dating Joss (for two days) at my prompting. But I didn't know that. Aaron said that she rejected him and that he was going to kill himself. I panicked. I told him I would not let him kill himself. I cried. I texted my heart and soul out. I told him everything I ever wanted to tell him; how much I had loved him, how much he meant to me, and how much he would be missed if he was gone. He finally, after an hour and a half of begging and weeping, he said he wasn't going to do it.
Another hour later, both he and Joss told me it was a prank. They both lied to me about someone committing suicide as a prank. I was LIVID. A day later, Aaron dumped Joss. We hated him. Think "I Pray for You" by Jaron and the Long Road to Love. (Good song, look it up on YouTube.)
And then he broke his arm. I sent him a text saying he deserved it after all the pain he had caused me over the years. His mother, a woman I hold dear to my heart, texted back saying that she was deeply hurt by my saying that. After school that day, i tried to apologize to him, but he pulled out the guilt. I'd know; I did it to him all the time for missing my birthday every year and not even calling all summer to say "Sorry". Then I went to his mom. It turned out that she had absolutely no knowledge of his suicide scheme and that's why she was so shocked about my reaction. It fueled my anger even more. I cried my eyes out to the other daycare lady (Mrs. Underhill wasn't there at the time) and told her everything. She relayed the message to Mrs. U and she whaled (figuratively) on Aaron for being so heinous and lying and pulling such a dirty trick on me, an innocent bystander.
Now... I'm pretty much over it. I am no longer allowed to associate with Aaron, Remy, Mrs. Underhill, Mr. Underhill, or any of my friends at my old school where Bennie and I went to eighth grade. I miss Mrs. U, Mr. U, and Remy. Aaron, not so much. I'm glad to be shot of him. He deserved everything he got. And I am pleased to say that I have made my peace with how big of a scumbag he is.
You know, this blogging is very cathartic. Relaxing. Therapeutic. Thank you, Lee S. Wayne.
Hugz
HM
("My Love Life" to be continued.)
All right, for those of you out there who actually READ this thing, perhaps I should give you a little bit more background information. Mainly about my love life. Of which I have barely any. But enough to be interesting.
When I was eight, I met Aaron and Remy Underhill through my really good friend Pauley Border. They were on the local swim team together and we automatically hit it off. I didn't see much of Aaron or Remy for a year until swim team time came around again. By then, I was absolutely head-over-heels devoted to Aaron and the idea that someday we would be Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Underhill. But it was not meant to be. He dated other girls, dodged my calls, and as we got older, he just kept me around to feel better about himself. I was so "in love" that I was blind. He was a viper, a poisonous snake. He hurt me innumerable times over the years. He finally rejected me in January of 2008. But he really pulled a number on both me and Joss a few months ago. He started dating Joss (for two days) at my prompting. But I didn't know that. Aaron said that she rejected him and that he was going to kill himself. I panicked. I told him I would not let him kill himself. I cried. I texted my heart and soul out. I told him everything I ever wanted to tell him; how much I had loved him, how much he meant to me, and how much he would be missed if he was gone. He finally, after an hour and a half of begging and weeping, he said he wasn't going to do it.
Another hour later, both he and Joss told me it was a prank. They both lied to me about someone committing suicide as a prank. I was LIVID. A day later, Aaron dumped Joss. We hated him. Think "I Pray for You" by Jaron and the Long Road to Love. (Good song, look it up on YouTube.)
And then he broke his arm. I sent him a text saying he deserved it after all the pain he had caused me over the years. His mother, a woman I hold dear to my heart, texted back saying that she was deeply hurt by my saying that. After school that day, i tried to apologize to him, but he pulled out the guilt. I'd know; I did it to him all the time for missing my birthday every year and not even calling all summer to say "Sorry". Then I went to his mom. It turned out that she had absolutely no knowledge of his suicide scheme and that's why she was so shocked about my reaction. It fueled my anger even more. I cried my eyes out to the other daycare lady (Mrs. Underhill wasn't there at the time) and told her everything. She relayed the message to Mrs. U and she whaled (figuratively) on Aaron for being so heinous and lying and pulling such a dirty trick on me, an innocent bystander.
Now... I'm pretty much over it. I am no longer allowed to associate with Aaron, Remy, Mrs. Underhill, Mr. Underhill, or any of my friends at my old school where Bennie and I went to eighth grade. I miss Mrs. U, Mr. U, and Remy. Aaron, not so much. I'm glad to be shot of him. He deserved everything he got. And I am pleased to say that I have made my peace with how big of a scumbag he is.
You know, this blogging is very cathartic. Relaxing. Therapeutic. Thank you, Lee S. Wayne.
Hugz
HM
("My Love Life" to be continued.)
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Magic Mountain
Greetings.
Yesterday Bennie, our choir friend Chase Fuller, and I went to Magic Mountain with our choir for a competition. We had soooooo much fun but now I can't walk for more than two minutes without crying. Yes, it really hurts that bad. I have ginormous blisters on my poor feetsies, and my calves rebel at every step. I wanted to stay in bed all day but, given that it's Sunday, I had to go to dinner with Nana, Gramps, Bentley, Bev, and Dad. It hurt soooooo much.
We had fun, don't get me wrong. We went on Tatsu (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), Batman, Terminator: Salvation, and a water ride. The lines were sooooooo long that we went on a few minor rides. We walked, like, eight miles up and down hills. So not fun. Also, Bennie and I got our caricature together while Chase got his by himself. The artist made him look like Arnold Schwarzenegger. We called him "Arnold SchwarzenFuller". He didn't necessarily care for the name. We had pizza for lunch and Johnny Rocket's for dinner. I bought fudge (yay!) and two T-shirts (one for Joseph, one for me), Bennie bought a Batman dogtag, and Chase got... ummm... his caricature. Both Chase and I won prizes on the hammer smash game. He won a pencil headband so that it looked like he had been pierced with it and I won a stuffed puppy and gave it to Bennie since I didn't want it. We had a lot of fun.
Another thing. I'm going to be a senior next year, which gives me one chance to make up for the last three years, during which I have had absolutely no school spirit. So I am running for Senior Class Vice President. Now for those of you out there who don't know, there's a difference between ASB and Student Council. ASB is the elite and Student Council goes by class, i.e. Senior Class President, Junior Class President, Sophomore Class President etc. So I am running this year since I didn't get a chance to run for what i really wanted: ASB Rally Commissioner. (The principal's daughter won it. I had no shot.)
The problem: As far as I know, I am up against one other guy. Better odds. But he's one of the most well-liked guys in school. Worse odds. Joaquin Valdez is one of the nicest guys in my whole school and I would not mind if I lost to him. He and I have gone to school together since eighth grade when I transferred to his school. He was always popular but he never treated me, the fat newbie, poorly. He's always been kind and considerate so I know he will be a great VP. Honestly, I think he's the only person I would not care about losing to. Either way, I'm running and he's running for VP and I don't know who else is. Wish me luck. =)
Hugz
HM
Yesterday Bennie, our choir friend Chase Fuller, and I went to Magic Mountain with our choir for a competition. We had soooooo much fun but now I can't walk for more than two minutes without crying. Yes, it really hurts that bad. I have ginormous blisters on my poor feetsies, and my calves rebel at every step. I wanted to stay in bed all day but, given that it's Sunday, I had to go to dinner with Nana, Gramps, Bentley, Bev, and Dad. It hurt soooooo much.
We had fun, don't get me wrong. We went on Tatsu (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), Batman, Terminator: Salvation, and a water ride. The lines were sooooooo long that we went on a few minor rides. We walked, like, eight miles up and down hills. So not fun. Also, Bennie and I got our caricature together while Chase got his by himself. The artist made him look like Arnold Schwarzenegger. We called him "Arnold SchwarzenFuller". He didn't necessarily care for the name. We had pizza for lunch and Johnny Rocket's for dinner. I bought fudge (yay!) and two T-shirts (one for Joseph, one for me), Bennie bought a Batman dogtag, and Chase got... ummm... his caricature. Both Chase and I won prizes on the hammer smash game. He won a pencil headband so that it looked like he had been pierced with it and I won a stuffed puppy and gave it to Bennie since I didn't want it. We had a lot of fun.
Another thing. I'm going to be a senior next year, which gives me one chance to make up for the last three years, during which I have had absolutely no school spirit. So I am running for Senior Class Vice President. Now for those of you out there who don't know, there's a difference between ASB and Student Council. ASB is the elite and Student Council goes by class, i.e. Senior Class President, Junior Class President, Sophomore Class President etc. So I am running this year since I didn't get a chance to run for what i really wanted: ASB Rally Commissioner. (The principal's daughter won it. I had no shot.)
The problem: As far as I know, I am up against one other guy. Better odds. But he's one of the most well-liked guys in school. Worse odds. Joaquin Valdez is one of the nicest guys in my whole school and I would not mind if I lost to him. He and I have gone to school together since eighth grade when I transferred to his school. He was always popular but he never treated me, the fat newbie, poorly. He's always been kind and considerate so I know he will be a great VP. Honestly, I think he's the only person I would not care about losing to. Either way, I'm running and he's running for VP and I don't know who else is. Wish me luck. =)
Hugz
HM
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Bentley
Greetings.
I am so very pissed off. Just because Bentley is the baby doesn't mean that he should be pampered when he is sick. Bentley has a violent cough. That's it. A cough. I admit, he gets sick VERY often due to the fact that he's missing two of the three major immunoglobins in his blood, but this time it's getting on my nerves. He. Has. A. Freaking. Cough.
In January, I stayed home from school for over a week and a half with the stomach flu AND an upper respiratory infection. Bev didn't stay up with me while I was coughing and vomiting. Bev didn't take me to the doctor until six days after I got sick. (I was sick for eleven days.) Neither Dad nor Bev stayed home to take care of me even though I was too weak to get up except every few hours to go to the restroom. I had a 101.8 degree fever. I deserved some pampering. They gave me a Gatorade and a "Get well soon!" and left me to fend for myself.
BENTLEY, on the other hand, has been coughing, just coughing, for the last week. He's been to the doctor twice. He's on five different medicines. Bev stayed up all last night with him. He has no fever. But he seems to be well enough to go to rehearsal and school. It. Isn't. Fair. I was dying and I get avoided because Bev and Bentley have low constitutions. But Bev has no problem with exposing herself to a virus for her younger son. She makes him breakfast in bed. She fluffs pillows. She kicks me out of the room in the middle of a new NCIS episode that I had been waiting to see so Bentley could sit and cough in the chair I had been sitting in and watch a different show. I am tired of taking a back seat to Bentley. He always gets his way. Seriously, he's Ross and I'm Monica from FRIENDS (omg I love that show) and I am sick of it! He has a COUGH. He has a cough which gets tended to right away. I was dying for six days before I went to see a doctor. I was hurling the first four and coughing and hacking and generally not being able to do anything except sleep on the couch and cry for the rest of the time. I couldn't speak. Yet he can sing, go to school, and go to rehearsal and they're making a HUGE deal over a COUGH. I have the strong constitution! Shouldn't it be more of a tragedy when *I* get sick??????? I mean something strong enough to bring ME down is BAD but no one wanted to come near me except long enough for me to cry at them or give me more Gatorade. I was suffering and no one helped me fore six days. Bentley starts coughing and they rush him to our doctor the next day. IT'S NO FREAKING FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and another thing. Bentley is the youngest so that means he got Dad and Uncle Sam's great metabolism. So what does Bev do? She rewards him with CHOCOLATE CAKE BATTER. Like three bowls a day. I am SO not kidding. Meanwhile, I'm working my butt off (literally) at the gym, eating rabbit food (salads), and eating diet snacks. And when I tell Bev that that's not right and that's she's being completely biased, unfair, and just plain mean, she acts all innocent and CLAIMS SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO TIRED OF BENTLEY GETTING HIS WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE GETS EVERYTHING HE WANTS!!!!!!!!!!! MEANWHILE, I CAN'T EVEN GET THE THINGS I PUT ON THE WISH LIST THAT BEV AND NANA ASK FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want to liv somewhere else... somewhere where I'm the only child. Or at least the baby. I am tired of being treated as a butler, chauffeur, and second-rate citizen. I want equality. But when I ask for it, no one gives. So either I force it, petition (yeah, one signature's going to do me a lot of good), or move out.
Tearz
HM
I am so very pissed off. Just because Bentley is the baby doesn't mean that he should be pampered when he is sick. Bentley has a violent cough. That's it. A cough. I admit, he gets sick VERY often due to the fact that he's missing two of the three major immunoglobins in his blood, but this time it's getting on my nerves. He. Has. A. Freaking. Cough.
In January, I stayed home from school for over a week and a half with the stomach flu AND an upper respiratory infection. Bev didn't stay up with me while I was coughing and vomiting. Bev didn't take me to the doctor until six days after I got sick. (I was sick for eleven days.) Neither Dad nor Bev stayed home to take care of me even though I was too weak to get up except every few hours to go to the restroom. I had a 101.8 degree fever. I deserved some pampering. They gave me a Gatorade and a "Get well soon!" and left me to fend for myself.
BENTLEY, on the other hand, has been coughing, just coughing, for the last week. He's been to the doctor twice. He's on five different medicines. Bev stayed up all last night with him. He has no fever. But he seems to be well enough to go to rehearsal and school. It. Isn't. Fair. I was dying and I get avoided because Bev and Bentley have low constitutions. But Bev has no problem with exposing herself to a virus for her younger son. She makes him breakfast in bed. She fluffs pillows. She kicks me out of the room in the middle of a new NCIS episode that I had been waiting to see so Bentley could sit and cough in the chair I had been sitting in and watch a different show. I am tired of taking a back seat to Bentley. He always gets his way. Seriously, he's Ross and I'm Monica from FRIENDS (omg I love that show) and I am sick of it! He has a COUGH. He has a cough which gets tended to right away. I was dying for six days before I went to see a doctor. I was hurling the first four and coughing and hacking and generally not being able to do anything except sleep on the couch and cry for the rest of the time. I couldn't speak. Yet he can sing, go to school, and go to rehearsal and they're making a HUGE deal over a COUGH. I have the strong constitution! Shouldn't it be more of a tragedy when *I* get sick??????? I mean something strong enough to bring ME down is BAD but no one wanted to come near me except long enough for me to cry at them or give me more Gatorade. I was suffering and no one helped me fore six days. Bentley starts coughing and they rush him to our doctor the next day. IT'S NO FREAKING FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and another thing. Bentley is the youngest so that means he got Dad and Uncle Sam's great metabolism. So what does Bev do? She rewards him with CHOCOLATE CAKE BATTER. Like three bowls a day. I am SO not kidding. Meanwhile, I'm working my butt off (literally) at the gym, eating rabbit food (salads), and eating diet snacks. And when I tell Bev that that's not right and that's she's being completely biased, unfair, and just plain mean, she acts all innocent and CLAIMS SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO TIRED OF BENTLEY GETTING HIS WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE GETS EVERYTHING HE WANTS!!!!!!!!!!! MEANWHILE, I CAN'T EVEN GET THE THINGS I PUT ON THE WISH LIST THAT BEV AND NANA ASK FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want to liv somewhere else... somewhere where I'm the only child. Or at least the baby. I am tired of being treated as a butler, chauffeur, and second-rate citizen. I want equality. But when I ask for it, no one gives. So either I force it, petition (yeah, one signature's going to do me a lot of good), or move out.
Tearz
HM
Monday, April 19, 2010
Monday
Greetings.
Anyone who knows me knows I am not in the greatest of shape. (Shut up.) So Bev is making me be more strict about my Weight Watchers diet. AND I have to go to the gym. AND I have to exercise WAY more. I HATE Mondays. Mondays are evil. Mondays make you diet. Mondays are TERRIBLE. GARFIELD IS COMPLETELY RIGHT!!!!!!!
And Ally has this new "cuddle buddy" named Tyson. SHE NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THIS GUY. She's been complaining about me being more open and complaining about guys for a LONG time. And then she goes and meets Tyson out of nowhere and I don't even get to meet the guy!!!!!! She's going to prom with Emilio. (If she cancels, her butt is grass and I am a John Deere Super Riding Lawn Mower.) I am not happy. She's confusing me with Tyson coming out of nowhere and Emilio and just AUGH! I wish she'd be more clear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ugh I am not in a good mood and this isn't helping today. Type more tomorrow.
Hugz
HM
Anyone who knows me knows I am not in the greatest of shape. (Shut up.) So Bev is making me be more strict about my Weight Watchers diet. AND I have to go to the gym. AND I have to exercise WAY more. I HATE Mondays. Mondays are evil. Mondays make you diet. Mondays are TERRIBLE. GARFIELD IS COMPLETELY RIGHT!!!!!!!
And Ally has this new "cuddle buddy" named Tyson. SHE NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THIS GUY. She's been complaining about me being more open and complaining about guys for a LONG time. And then she goes and meets Tyson out of nowhere and I don't even get to meet the guy!!!!!! She's going to prom with Emilio. (If she cancels, her butt is grass and I am a John Deere Super Riding Lawn Mower.) I am not happy. She's confusing me with Tyson coming out of nowhere and Emilio and just AUGH! I wish she'd be more clear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ugh I am not in a good mood and this isn't helping today. Type more tomorrow.
Hugz
HM
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Luncheon
Greetings.
There is an annual fundraiser luncheon for autism where I live and, for the past ten or eleven years, I have decorated a table according to the theme of said luncheon and hosted eight guests. Bev and Nana come every year, Bev because she co-hosts and Nana because she and Gramps always build the elaborate centerpiece. And this year Claire, Joss, Bennie, and Nana's next door neighbor, a friend of mine who's in eighth grade named Miranda Holden, came. One of Bev's coworkers was supposed to come, but she couldn't make it.
Anyhow, at the luncheon there's always a raffle. And every year, through some strange coincidence, I always win something. I'm very lucky. And apparently my luck is contagious. This year at the luncheon I won a hand mixer and a universal remote (it's so BIG!!! WHEEEEE!!!!!!!!). Claire won a laundry basket full of junk food (oh, the cavities!), Miranda won a Christmas basket (?????), and Nana won a new toaster. Yeah, we got a haul. Poor Bennie and Joss. They've come to the luncheon for a couple of years now and they haven't won anything yet. Oh, well. There's always next year...
After the luncheon, Joss, Bennie, Claire, and I returned to my house. We practiced our song for the choir's Solo Fest ("Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson. She's an AMAZING singer.) and we added Claire to the song. Only Joss, Bennie, and I are in choir. We may be adding Claire because the other girl who was supposed to do it with us, a really AWFUL and RUDE girl who keeps calling me the b-word named Lizzie Gomez, has decided to switch to singing "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz. Right after she convinced Bennie, Joss, and I to sing "Breakaway". She's a bit of an idiot. And now, with her switching sides, we needed a fourth singer. Hence, Claire joining our group.
Well Claire went home and Bennie and Joss stayed over. Yay! We worked more on the song and then the next morning (today, Sunday) Bennie and Joss went to church with Claire. As I have posted before, I am not a church person. (shudder) I am a relaxed Christian, if you will. And so I slept in until about noon. I watched TV most of the day... and then I went to dinner with Bentley, Bev, Dad, Nana, and Gramps. So today was boring. Yay.
Hugz
HM
There is an annual fundraiser luncheon for autism where I live and, for the past ten or eleven years, I have decorated a table according to the theme of said luncheon and hosted eight guests. Bev and Nana come every year, Bev because she co-hosts and Nana because she and Gramps always build the elaborate centerpiece. And this year Claire, Joss, Bennie, and Nana's next door neighbor, a friend of mine who's in eighth grade named Miranda Holden, came. One of Bev's coworkers was supposed to come, but she couldn't make it.
Anyhow, at the luncheon there's always a raffle. And every year, through some strange coincidence, I always win something. I'm very lucky. And apparently my luck is contagious. This year at the luncheon I won a hand mixer and a universal remote (it's so BIG!!! WHEEEEE!!!!!!!!). Claire won a laundry basket full of junk food (oh, the cavities!), Miranda won a Christmas basket (?????), and Nana won a new toaster. Yeah, we got a haul. Poor Bennie and Joss. They've come to the luncheon for a couple of years now and they haven't won anything yet. Oh, well. There's always next year...
After the luncheon, Joss, Bennie, Claire, and I returned to my house. We practiced our song for the choir's Solo Fest ("Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson. She's an AMAZING singer.) and we added Claire to the song. Only Joss, Bennie, and I are in choir. We may be adding Claire because the other girl who was supposed to do it with us, a really AWFUL and RUDE girl who keeps calling me the b-word named Lizzie Gomez, has decided to switch to singing "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz. Right after she convinced Bennie, Joss, and I to sing "Breakaway". She's a bit of an idiot. And now, with her switching sides, we needed a fourth singer. Hence, Claire joining our group.
Well Claire went home and Bennie and Joss stayed over. Yay! We worked more on the song and then the next morning (today, Sunday) Bennie and Joss went to church with Claire. As I have posted before, I am not a church person. (shudder) I am a relaxed Christian, if you will. And so I slept in until about noon. I watched TV most of the day... and then I went to dinner with Bentley, Bev, Dad, Nana, and Gramps. So today was boring. Yay.
Hugz
HM
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Sick Day
Greetings.
I hate it when I'm sick. I hate making up the homework and the quizzes and all that stuff. I hate not seeing my teachers (I can seriously enchant any teacher except for three. Long story) and I am sooooooooooooooooo bored during the day. But what I hate most: not hearing from my friends. Neither Joseph, Joss, Claire, nor Bennie contacts me all day except for when I tell Bennie that I'm not going to be there that day early in the morning. I hate that no one calls me. Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I want my friends to call me... It makes me sad when they don't talk to me...
Ally, however, talked to me. She and I email daily. She goes to a different school than I do so she and I don't see each other often. Today she was excited about a non-date date she had with a sophomore (we're both juniors and she's exactly two weeks older than I am) that we went to elementary school with, named Emilio Dominguez. They went to Jamba Juice and they just talked the whole time. She's even going to prom with him. I'm so excited for her.
I remember Emilio. He asked me to tutor him when we were younger, perhaps pre-middle school, upper elementary. He wasn't as motivated as he is now. I remember he hated coming in second in sports to our school's top athlete, a boy I had known since I was in preschool, Jordan King. (A basketball player's name if I ever heard one. We used to call him Michael Jordan. He even LOOKED like Michael Jordan, only a little darker.) Jordan and Emilio were good buddies when Emilio came to our school around second grade. But nevertheless, he was very competitive.
I remember Jordan too. When we were in kindergarten in daycare together, we played a game. It was kind of like a superhero game. He would pretend to be weak and helpless until I gave him my sports drink that I always saved from lunch. (You know, those ones with the twistable tops that were almost impossible for a five-year-old to take off?) Then he'd turn into Superman and he'd run all around the playground and do all these stunts, for me. I remember Jordan didn't speak to me as much when we entered first grade, thinking girls were yucky, you know the phase. But it hit me kind of hard. I was six and I had "lost" a really good friend. He never really came back. He'd say hi, but it was never the same. Though I still always gave him my sports drink. =)
Anyways, Emilio and Jordan were the two "it" guys at our elementary/middle school. And looking back on it, they were the "it" guys for the right reasons. Not only were they the jocks and the popular guys, but they were much sweeter than most of the other guys at school, like Bryan Samuels, who pushed me down in kindergarten and caused my front tooth to go up into my jaw (that tooth didn't grow back for three years), or Judd Hinton, who terrorized my friends Pauley Border and Jake Michaels from preschool on. They were also "it" guys, athletic and popular, but they were mean to the core.
I'm getting SO off track. Ally and Emilio are having fun. Yay. I'd better stop now before I cry because I miss the good old days...
Hugz (and drink a sports drink for me and Jordan)
HM
I hate it when I'm sick. I hate making up the homework and the quizzes and all that stuff. I hate not seeing my teachers (I can seriously enchant any teacher except for three. Long story) and I am sooooooooooooooooo bored during the day. But what I hate most: not hearing from my friends. Neither Joseph, Joss, Claire, nor Bennie contacts me all day except for when I tell Bennie that I'm not going to be there that day early in the morning. I hate that no one calls me. Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I want my friends to call me... It makes me sad when they don't talk to me...
Ally, however, talked to me. She and I email daily. She goes to a different school than I do so she and I don't see each other often. Today she was excited about a non-date date she had with a sophomore (we're both juniors and she's exactly two weeks older than I am) that we went to elementary school with, named Emilio Dominguez. They went to Jamba Juice and they just talked the whole time. She's even going to prom with him. I'm so excited for her.
I remember Emilio. He asked me to tutor him when we were younger, perhaps pre-middle school, upper elementary. He wasn't as motivated as he is now. I remember he hated coming in second in sports to our school's top athlete, a boy I had known since I was in preschool, Jordan King. (A basketball player's name if I ever heard one. We used to call him Michael Jordan. He even LOOKED like Michael Jordan, only a little darker.) Jordan and Emilio were good buddies when Emilio came to our school around second grade. But nevertheless, he was very competitive.
I remember Jordan too. When we were in kindergarten in daycare together, we played a game. It was kind of like a superhero game. He would pretend to be weak and helpless until I gave him my sports drink that I always saved from lunch. (You know, those ones with the twistable tops that were almost impossible for a five-year-old to take off?) Then he'd turn into Superman and he'd run all around the playground and do all these stunts, for me. I remember Jordan didn't speak to me as much when we entered first grade, thinking girls were yucky, you know the phase. But it hit me kind of hard. I was six and I had "lost" a really good friend. He never really came back. He'd say hi, but it was never the same. Though I still always gave him my sports drink. =)
Anyways, Emilio and Jordan were the two "it" guys at our elementary/middle school. And looking back on it, they were the "it" guys for the right reasons. Not only were they the jocks and the popular guys, but they were much sweeter than most of the other guys at school, like Bryan Samuels, who pushed me down in kindergarten and caused my front tooth to go up into my jaw (that tooth didn't grow back for three years), or Judd Hinton, who terrorized my friends Pauley Border and Jake Michaels from preschool on. They were also "it" guys, athletic and popular, but they were mean to the core.
I'm getting SO off track. Ally and Emilio are having fun. Yay. I'd better stop now before I cry because I miss the good old days...
Hugz (and drink a sports drink for me and Jordan)
HM
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Better Day
Greetings.
Ally's cousin is SOOOO HOT!! I mean, I just saw a pic of him on Facebook and I swear I started to drool. (of course I didn't really) But zomg he's gorgeous! And the mean part is she rubs it in my face. She's sitting there in the picture with him! =P I mean, I love Joseph and everything but he has not reciprocated so I can drool over as many guys as I want. And I am soooo not cheating by doing that... right? Oh, how would I know? Well, Bev does say that she thinks Ryan Reynolds is hot and Dad doesn't say anything about it. Oh well. Ally's cousin Craig is hot and I shall be fantasizing about him for no less than two weeks.
Today went better with Joseph. We laughed and he actually noticed that I had been moody and depressed for like the last week. I felt a lot better. (sing song voice) He noticed, he noticed, he noticed, he noticed! (stops) Okay, I'm done now... No, I'm not, I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!! And at the same time I feel pathetic that that little thing made me so happy...
Hugz
HM
Ally's cousin is SOOOO HOT!! I mean, I just saw a pic of him on Facebook and I swear I started to drool. (of course I didn't really) But zomg he's gorgeous! And the mean part is she rubs it in my face. She's sitting there in the picture with him! =P I mean, I love Joseph and everything but he has not reciprocated so I can drool over as many guys as I want. And I am soooo not cheating by doing that... right? Oh, how would I know? Well, Bev does say that she thinks Ryan Reynolds is hot and Dad doesn't say anything about it. Oh well. Ally's cousin Craig is hot and I shall be fantasizing about him for no less than two weeks.
Today went better with Joseph. We laughed and he actually noticed that I had been moody and depressed for like the last week. I felt a lot better. (sing song voice) He noticed, he noticed, he noticed, he noticed! (stops) Okay, I'm done now... No, I'm not, I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!! And at the same time I feel pathetic that that little thing made me so happy...
Hugz
HM
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I Hate Today
Greetings.
Remember how I told you about my problem with Joseph with the cheek kissing and the awkward? Yeah, I'm still not happy. I didn't smile much today, I feel yucky and depressed, and to top it all off we had state tests today. (Luckily it was for English today and not math otherwise I'd be suicidal.) I just didn't want to talk to him and I wish I had and I wish he had apologized and I wish I had a fully-funded car and a job and just AAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Is there an emoticon for "AAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"?????????? If there is, someone tell me please.
Hugz
HM
Remember how I told you about my problem with Joseph with the cheek kissing and the awkward? Yeah, I'm still not happy. I didn't smile much today, I feel yucky and depressed, and to top it all off we had state tests today. (Luckily it was for English today and not math otherwise I'd be suicidal.) I just didn't want to talk to him and I wish I had and I wish he had apologized and I wish I had a fully-funded car and a job and just AAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Is there an emoticon for "AAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"?????????? If there is, someone tell me please.
Hugz
HM
Monday, April 12, 2010
I HATE MEN
Greetings.
Another complain-y blog post. I HATE MEN. MALES. SUCK. SO. MUCH. Okay, as I probably posted (I can't remember), last Friday I kissed Joseph on the cheek again at his grandmother's funeral reception. And he wiped. It. Off. It really hurt my feelings that I pretty much cried on the way home. I cried to Claire about it later that day, I have been whining to Ally about it all weekend, and finally today I confronted him. The conversation went amazingly similar to the following:
"You remember what happened on Friday? As I was leaving?" I asked him outside of third period Physics. (He and I have the same teacher, different periods.)
"Yeah," he said. I was really pissed off. I had had the WORST weekend ever and the fact that he hurt my feelings was still foremost on my mind at the moment.
"I won't do it again," I said honestly and quietly. I wanted it to show that I was hurt. He didn't get it. He nodded.
"For the record, that was awkward," he said. I snapped. I was mad and hurt and upset and sad enough to begin with but that was the final straw.
"Oh, shut up," I snapped. I turned to stalk off. He called after me.
"Well, it was!"
"Shut up!" I snapped again. And I don't even feel sorry for it.
I am such a poisonous person. I can't love a sane human guy. I can't love an INsane human guy like a sane human being. He's a mannequin. I don't know why I care for him so much... He's great and everything, but he like HAS no hormones. At least, when it comes to love, romance, and all emotions connected to it. But I can't help it. He's kind, caring, quiet, thoughtful, sincere, and interesting. He's wonderful even if he's stubborn, occasionally obnoxious, absorbed in fantasy, and emotionally unavailable.
I must be sick. Someone have Ducky from NCIS give me a psychological analysis.... Preferably while I'm alive.
Oh, and someone prevent me from beating my laptop to a pulp.
Hugz
HM
Another complain-y blog post. I HATE MEN. MALES. SUCK. SO. MUCH. Okay, as I probably posted (I can't remember), last Friday I kissed Joseph on the cheek again at his grandmother's funeral reception. And he wiped. It. Off. It really hurt my feelings that I pretty much cried on the way home. I cried to Claire about it later that day, I have been whining to Ally about it all weekend, and finally today I confronted him. The conversation went amazingly similar to the following:
"You remember what happened on Friday? As I was leaving?" I asked him outside of third period Physics. (He and I have the same teacher, different periods.)
"Yeah," he said. I was really pissed off. I had had the WORST weekend ever and the fact that he hurt my feelings was still foremost on my mind at the moment.
"I won't do it again," I said honestly and quietly. I wanted it to show that I was hurt. He didn't get it. He nodded.
"For the record, that was awkward," he said. I snapped. I was mad and hurt and upset and sad enough to begin with but that was the final straw.
"Oh, shut up," I snapped. I turned to stalk off. He called after me.
"Well, it was!"
"Shut up!" I snapped again. And I don't even feel sorry for it.
I am such a poisonous person. I can't love a sane human guy. I can't love an INsane human guy like a sane human being. He's a mannequin. I don't know why I care for him so much... He's great and everything, but he like HAS no hormones. At least, when it comes to love, romance, and all emotions connected to it. But I can't help it. He's kind, caring, quiet, thoughtful, sincere, and interesting. He's wonderful even if he's stubborn, occasionally obnoxious, absorbed in fantasy, and emotionally unavailable.
I must be sick. Someone have Ducky from NCIS give me a psychological analysis.... Preferably while I'm alive.
Oh, and someone prevent me from beating my laptop to a pulp.
Hugz
HM
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Bennie and her Boyfriend
Greetings.
You know Benjamyn, Bennie really, one of my "sisters", right? Well, she's the sweetest girl in the world. She's smart, funny, pretty, a little shy, honest, and always has a smile on her face. I have no idea why no one had asked her out. But about a month ago, someone did. His name is Stanley Chamberlain. He's kind of... quirky, but he's nice and he always treats her with respect. So as long as he doesn't hurt her he can live. =)
Well, anyways, Stan doesn't really know much about having a girlfriend that lives near him (all of his gfs have been out of town or out of state. eesh) so he's been asking me for help. And I, being the generous fountain of womanly knowledge that I am, have amiably agreed to help him.
Anyways, it's been a month and he still hasn't technically asked her out on a date. (...oy.) So, I've been trying to help him with that. He wants to take her to see a movie but he's really nervous about it. He's not the most self-assured guy on the planet. He wants to kiss her too, but he's anxious about it. He doesn't want to scare her off. (Which I find very endearing that he's putting so much thought into this. He's really a good guy for Bennie.) Bennie's a very shy person and I don't think she's ever been kissed before so he wants to make it good. And he doesn't want to frighten her. He really likes her a lot. So I have been suggesting recently that he show his affection: small presents, walking her to class, spending more time with her, stuff of that nature. I told him that Bennie's kind of shy so he shouldn't overdo it or worship her or anything like that. It'd just make her uncomfortable. I hope this all goes well. In fact, when he takes her to the movies, I offered to supervise from afar and he said that that might be a good idea. I have my genius moments. But it just goes to show how nervous poor Stan is.
Also, I think he's kind of scared of her dad. Bennie's dad is enormous and he could probably snap someone's neck if he tried. Hoo boy... Pray for Stanley. He may need it when he's in the hospital.
Hugz
HM
You know Benjamyn, Bennie really, one of my "sisters", right? Well, she's the sweetest girl in the world. She's smart, funny, pretty, a little shy, honest, and always has a smile on her face. I have no idea why no one had asked her out. But about a month ago, someone did. His name is Stanley Chamberlain. He's kind of... quirky, but he's nice and he always treats her with respect. So as long as he doesn't hurt her he can live. =)
Well, anyways, Stan doesn't really know much about having a girlfriend that lives near him (all of his gfs have been out of town or out of state. eesh) so he's been asking me for help. And I, being the generous fountain of womanly knowledge that I am, have amiably agreed to help him.
Anyways, it's been a month and he still hasn't technically asked her out on a date. (...oy.) So, I've been trying to help him with that. He wants to take her to see a movie but he's really nervous about it. He's not the most self-assured guy on the planet. He wants to kiss her too, but he's anxious about it. He doesn't want to scare her off. (Which I find very endearing that he's putting so much thought into this. He's really a good guy for Bennie.) Bennie's a very shy person and I don't think she's ever been kissed before so he wants to make it good. And he doesn't want to frighten her. He really likes her a lot. So I have been suggesting recently that he show his affection: small presents, walking her to class, spending more time with her, stuff of that nature. I told him that Bennie's kind of shy so he shouldn't overdo it or worship her or anything like that. It'd just make her uncomfortable. I hope this all goes well. In fact, when he takes her to the movies, I offered to supervise from afar and he said that that might be a good idea. I have my genius moments. But it just goes to show how nervous poor Stan is.
Also, I think he's kind of scared of her dad. Bennie's dad is enormous and he could probably snap someone's neck if he tried. Hoo boy... Pray for Stanley. He may need it when he's in the hospital.
Hugz
HM
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Theater
Greetings.
I happen to be an actress, singer, and a dancer (when I focus REALLY hard on the choreography). And I have even won an award for one of my roles. (I played a man. How humiliating is that?) But what I'd really like to discuss in this post are my friends from theater.
Bentley also participates in the shows. As do Jasper and Joseph. In fact, that's how Joseph and I met. I kept stealing his hat when he played John in PETER PAN. Anyways, there are more people in theater. Claire met her first serious boyfriend Kenny Harris in the same show I played a man in. She was one of my employees and he was the minion of my enemy.
Then we have Kenny Gordon. He is a friend of mine from when I was the Witch in INTO THE WOODS. He played Cinderella's father. Claire played an old Hag, Joseph played the Mysterious Man, and Jasper was the Narrator. In INTO THE WOODS, I met this WAAAAAAAAAAY hyper happy peppy preppy girl named Hillary Newcombe. She played Little Red Riding Hood. She's nice and everything but she's so ANNOYING. But not even Bentley saw it. In fact he and Hillary "dated" for a little while. (He's 13 and she's 12. I think they're crazy.) Then there's Mickie Phineas. She's one of the sweetest girls in the world and she's one of those girls that attract all the guys without even trying. She's dated Kenny (Harris, Claire's ex) and she has also attracted Bentley and Jasper. Sheesh, this girl has amazing powers. There are a lot of others, like Donna Pickett, the prima donna and most popular theater girl in our troupe. And then there's Brady Grayson, the most popular guy who gets all the big parts even though he can't remember his lines, be it song or acting, to save his life. Nice guy, not so bright upstairs.
Anyways, when I have more to update, I will. In fact my troupe is doing ALICE IN WONDERLAND (based on the new movie, I think, according to Jasper) during the summer. I want to be the Red Queen!!! WHEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Hugz
HM
I happen to be an actress, singer, and a dancer (when I focus REALLY hard on the choreography). And I have even won an award for one of my roles. (I played a man. How humiliating is that?) But what I'd really like to discuss in this post are my friends from theater.
Bentley also participates in the shows. As do Jasper and Joseph. In fact, that's how Joseph and I met. I kept stealing his hat when he played John in PETER PAN. Anyways, there are more people in theater. Claire met her first serious boyfriend Kenny Harris in the same show I played a man in. She was one of my employees and he was the minion of my enemy.
Then we have Kenny Gordon. He is a friend of mine from when I was the Witch in INTO THE WOODS. He played Cinderella's father. Claire played an old Hag, Joseph played the Mysterious Man, and Jasper was the Narrator. In INTO THE WOODS, I met this WAAAAAAAAAAY hyper happy peppy preppy girl named Hillary Newcombe. She played Little Red Riding Hood. She's nice and everything but she's so ANNOYING. But not even Bentley saw it. In fact he and Hillary "dated" for a little while. (He's 13 and she's 12. I think they're crazy.) Then there's Mickie Phineas. She's one of the sweetest girls in the world and she's one of those girls that attract all the guys without even trying. She's dated Kenny (Harris, Claire's ex) and she has also attracted Bentley and Jasper. Sheesh, this girl has amazing powers. There are a lot of others, like Donna Pickett, the prima donna and most popular theater girl in our troupe. And then there's Brady Grayson, the most popular guy who gets all the big parts even though he can't remember his lines, be it song or acting, to save his life. Nice guy, not so bright upstairs.
Anyways, when I have more to update, I will. In fact my troupe is doing ALICE IN WONDERLAND (based on the new movie, I think, according to Jasper) during the summer. I want to be the Red Queen!!! WHEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Hugz
HM
Friday, April 9, 2010
The Past Three Days
Greetings.
I hope you missed me! Quite a bit has happened in the last three days. So I think I'll start with Wednesday.
Wednesday, I stayed home from school with a bad case of cramps and post-fight nausea. (As I wrote earlier, I had a HORRIBLE fight with my parents.) And then I went over to Gramps and Nana's house. Nana and I went to Jamba Juice where I applied for a job and then she, Gramps, and I went to dinner. Afterwards Nana and I went to see ALICE IN WONDERLAND (for the third time!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
Thursday, Nana took me to breakfast and then I went to school... yuck. Me no likey school. I have premature senioritis. Then after school I went over to Joseph's house for dinner around 6:30. I didn't come home until 10:45. I had so much fun. His cousin Jasper came over and I got him into PHINEAS AND FERB. I feel very proud of myself. Anyways, I was over there because they were having a dinner for all the family because of his grandma's passing. And I realized something: JOSEPH IS A FREAKING ROBOT. If anything happened to Nana, I'd be absolutely devastated. Joseph has not cried once!!!! It's driving me crazy!!!!!!!!!
Today, quiz in math, blah blah blah. I went to the reception for Joseph and Jasper's grandma's funeral. Joseph was quieter than usual. And Jasper was a lot more pensive. But they were basically themselves. They were quoting movies, speaking Mandalorian, and being generally randomly weird. I kissed Joseph on the cheek again (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but he wiped it off his cheek. I almost cried as I drove home. I was very close... (sob)
Perhaps I should explain Jasper. Jasper is a year younger than Joseph than I. (Joseph is 23 days older than I) He is like Joseph's brother and they look remarkably alike, except Joseph has his mother's Mexican skin and Jasper does not. They both wear glasses, they both love STAR WARS (though Jasper is more of a Trekker), and they love anything that has to do with movies and/or music. Jasper likes the same girl Bentley likes, though I am not sure if Bentley realizes it. Sometimes I don't know if he knows he likes this girl. Her name is Mickie Phineas. Her real full name is Mikayla, but she hates it so we call her Mickie. Anyways, Jasper and Bentley both like her, I'm sure.
Hugz
HM
I hope you missed me! Quite a bit has happened in the last three days. So I think I'll start with Wednesday.
Wednesday, I stayed home from school with a bad case of cramps and post-fight nausea. (As I wrote earlier, I had a HORRIBLE fight with my parents.) And then I went over to Gramps and Nana's house. Nana and I went to Jamba Juice where I applied for a job and then she, Gramps, and I went to dinner. Afterwards Nana and I went to see ALICE IN WONDERLAND (for the third time!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
Thursday, Nana took me to breakfast and then I went to school... yuck. Me no likey school. I have premature senioritis. Then after school I went over to Joseph's house for dinner around 6:30. I didn't come home until 10:45. I had so much fun. His cousin Jasper came over and I got him into PHINEAS AND FERB. I feel very proud of myself. Anyways, I was over there because they were having a dinner for all the family because of his grandma's passing. And I realized something: JOSEPH IS A FREAKING ROBOT. If anything happened to Nana, I'd be absolutely devastated. Joseph has not cried once!!!! It's driving me crazy!!!!!!!!!
Today, quiz in math, blah blah blah. I went to the reception for Joseph and Jasper's grandma's funeral. Joseph was quieter than usual. And Jasper was a lot more pensive. But they were basically themselves. They were quoting movies, speaking Mandalorian, and being generally randomly weird. I kissed Joseph on the cheek again (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but he wiped it off his cheek. I almost cried as I drove home. I was very close... (sob)
Perhaps I should explain Jasper. Jasper is a year younger than Joseph than I. (Joseph is 23 days older than I) He is like Joseph's brother and they look remarkably alike, except Joseph has his mother's Mexican skin and Jasper does not. They both wear glasses, they both love STAR WARS (though Jasper is more of a Trekker), and they love anything that has to do with movies and/or music. Jasper likes the same girl Bentley likes, though I am not sure if Bentley realizes it. Sometimes I don't know if he knows he likes this girl. Her name is Mickie Phineas. Her real full name is Mikayla, but she hates it so we call her Mickie. Anyways, Jasper and Bentley both like her, I'm sure.
Hugz
HM
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Ummm...
Greetings.
I had a fight with my dad and Bev. So I'm going over to Gramps and Nana's house tomorrow. I'm staying the night tomorrow. I just... need to be away from Dad right now. I always feel bad about shouting, but as you may have read in my past blog, I was PISSED. So I took it all out on him. (But come on, he kind of deserved it. He took away EVERY SINGLE PENNY I EVER EARNED. He deserved something.)
So if I don't post tomorrow, you'll know why.
Hugz (and all my love)
HM
I had a fight with my dad and Bev. So I'm going over to Gramps and Nana's house tomorrow. I'm staying the night tomorrow. I just... need to be away from Dad right now. I always feel bad about shouting, but as you may have read in my past blog, I was PISSED. So I took it all out on him. (But come on, he kind of deserved it. He took away EVERY SINGLE PENNY I EVER EARNED. He deserved something.)
So if I don't post tomorrow, you'll know why.
Hugz (and all my love)
HM
I Hate Automobiles
Greetings.
As you may be able to tell from the title of this post, this will be a griping post. A few months ago, as I was backing up (not my idea) in Kermit (a truck handed down from my dad) through the gate (not my idea) into a TINY "truck house" (translation: a freaking tent that my dictator dad makes me park Kermit in because he's too lazy to clear out the other side of the garage... WE HAVE A THREE CAR GARAGE AND A WHOLE CAR SPACE IS COVERED IN USELESS CRAP!!!!!!!!! WHY CAN'T THAT GO IN THE TRUCK HOUSE?????? THEN WE COULD CALL IT A CRAP HOUSE AND BE DONE WITH IT!!!!) and park it there. Well, as I was backing up in a truck that has NO visibility WHATsoever, I ran into and completely decimated the gate.
Now Dad, when I told him about this, said that it would be about $500 to fix. An amazing amount for a 16-year-old who had her 80% of her life savings ($2000 from five summers working at a summer camp and odds and ends here and there and my dad took $1632 of it!) taken away for insurance that HE used to pay all by himself while he was driving the FRICKING CAR and now I have to pay $500? "Okay," I thought to myself, "I can do this. I am getting $200 for stage managing GODSPELL. I can do this." Then I crash into this girl Sharon from my school. I hit her right rear quarter panel. Which should have cost only $500 to repair. Turns out, IT'S THREE TIMES THAT AMOUNT!!!!!!!!!! And now, Dad says that my gate is NOT going to cost $500 but $1100!!!!!!!!! My insurance is skyrocketing, people are lying about estimates left and right, and I cannot find a job anywhere! AND DAD DOESN'T SEE WHY I HAVE A PROBLEM! HE THINKS A JOB IS JUST GOING TO COME TO ME IN THIS ECONOMY EVEN IF I DO GO OUT EVERY SINGLE DAY AND POUND ON EVERY DOOR! I AM FRICKING SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE HIRES US ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HE USED TO PAY FOR THIS FRICKING INSURANCE ALL BY HIMSELF WHY DO I HAVE TO I'M A MINOR!!!!!!!!!! HE'S RESPONSIBLE FOR ME UNTIL I'M EIGHTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THAT MEANS INSURANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am SO going to cry now... All my excitement from kissing Joseph yesterday is GONE. (Okay, not totally gone. I still wanna kiss him again.)
Hugz
HM
As you may be able to tell from the title of this post, this will be a griping post. A few months ago, as I was backing up (not my idea) in Kermit (a truck handed down from my dad) through the gate (not my idea) into a TINY "truck house" (translation: a freaking tent that my dictator dad makes me park Kermit in because he's too lazy to clear out the other side of the garage... WE HAVE A THREE CAR GARAGE AND A WHOLE CAR SPACE IS COVERED IN USELESS CRAP!!!!!!!!! WHY CAN'T THAT GO IN THE TRUCK HOUSE?????? THEN WE COULD CALL IT A CRAP HOUSE AND BE DONE WITH IT!!!!) and park it there. Well, as I was backing up in a truck that has NO visibility WHATsoever, I ran into and completely decimated the gate.
Now Dad, when I told him about this, said that it would be about $500 to fix. An amazing amount for a 16-year-old who had her 80% of her life savings ($2000 from five summers working at a summer camp and odds and ends here and there and my dad took $1632 of it!) taken away for insurance that HE used to pay all by himself while he was driving the FRICKING CAR and now I have to pay $500? "Okay," I thought to myself, "I can do this. I am getting $200 for stage managing GODSPELL. I can do this." Then I crash into this girl Sharon from my school. I hit her right rear quarter panel. Which should have cost only $500 to repair. Turns out, IT'S THREE TIMES THAT AMOUNT!!!!!!!!!! And now, Dad says that my gate is NOT going to cost $500 but $1100!!!!!!!!! My insurance is skyrocketing, people are lying about estimates left and right, and I cannot find a job anywhere! AND DAD DOESN'T SEE WHY I HAVE A PROBLEM! HE THINKS A JOB IS JUST GOING TO COME TO ME IN THIS ECONOMY EVEN IF I DO GO OUT EVERY SINGLE DAY AND POUND ON EVERY DOOR! I AM FRICKING SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE HIRES US ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HE USED TO PAY FOR THIS FRICKING INSURANCE ALL BY HIMSELF WHY DO I HAVE TO I'M A MINOR!!!!!!!!!! HE'S RESPONSIBLE FOR ME UNTIL I'M EIGHTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THAT MEANS INSURANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am SO going to cry now... All my excitement from kissing Joseph yesterday is GONE. (Okay, not totally gone. I still wanna kiss him again.)
Hugz
HM
Monday, April 5, 2010
Oh, how I wish...
Greetings.
Oh, how I wish I could read minds. I mean, telepathy would be AWESOME! That way, I would know what people REALLY thought about me. I mean, I wouldn't mind knowing why Lucky and Pete hang out at my lunch table. I mean, I like Emma fine, but Joseph likes having guy friends. So I'm stuck with Lucky and Pete. (barf) Okay, sometimes they have their moments like... ummm... like... oh, heck, I don't really like them. But they talk video games and science fiction with joseph, play Egyptian War with Bennie and Joss and provide comedy to our lunch table. So they can stay. For a while.
Also, I'd like to know what the Three Stooges think of me. Really. The Three Stooges, codenamed Hairy, Hurly, and Hoe, are three guys at my school that neither Joss nor I can stand. There's Dillon Xavier, codenamed Hairy, who is the biggest chauvinist, misogynist, and all around selfish egotist I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. Tim Schraeder, codenamed Hurly, is his accomplice. He's almost as bad and he annoys the heck out of me. And finally there's Ian Randall. He's this kid who loves to bug me and criticize me and scrutinize EVERYTHING I do. I can't STAND him. But I'd like to know what they're really thinking. I mean, most everyone thinks that if a guy torments you either he A) hates your guts or B) loves you and is desperately bidding for attention. I'd like to know which one is true for any of them.
And I'd love to know what Joseph truly really honestly thinks of me deep down in his brain.
And another thing: I'd like to be able to turn it OFF and ON. Unlike a certain VAMPIRE EVERY SINGLE GIRL ON THE PLANET KNOWS.
Hugz
HM
Oh, how I wish I could read minds. I mean, telepathy would be AWESOME! That way, I would know what people REALLY thought about me. I mean, I wouldn't mind knowing why Lucky and Pete hang out at my lunch table. I mean, I like Emma fine, but Joseph likes having guy friends. So I'm stuck with Lucky and Pete. (barf) Okay, sometimes they have their moments like... ummm... like... oh, heck, I don't really like them. But they talk video games and science fiction with joseph, play Egyptian War with Bennie and Joss and provide comedy to our lunch table. So they can stay. For a while.
Also, I'd like to know what the Three Stooges think of me. Really. The Three Stooges, codenamed Hairy, Hurly, and Hoe, are three guys at my school that neither Joss nor I can stand. There's Dillon Xavier, codenamed Hairy, who is the biggest chauvinist, misogynist, and all around selfish egotist I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. Tim Schraeder, codenamed Hurly, is his accomplice. He's almost as bad and he annoys the heck out of me. And finally there's Ian Randall. He's this kid who loves to bug me and criticize me and scrutinize EVERYTHING I do. I can't STAND him. But I'd like to know what they're really thinking. I mean, most everyone thinks that if a guy torments you either he A) hates your guts or B) loves you and is desperately bidding for attention. I'd like to know which one is true for any of them.
And I'd love to know what Joseph truly really honestly thinks of me deep down in his brain.
And another thing: I'd like to be able to turn it OFF and ON. Unlike a certain VAMPIRE EVERY SINGLE GIRL ON THE PLANET KNOWS.
Hugz
HM
Serious Business
Greetings.
Now, I know my blog has mainly been used for my griping and my Joseph-related fantasies with a dash of philosophy (a very small dash) and humor thrown in for flavor. But today I would like to be a little bit more serious. And, yes, there is a reason for this seriousness.
Joseph's grandmother passed away in the last twenty-four hours. I am unsure of the details, but Joseph said she was in poor condition when he visited her yesterday. He wasn't at school today. It was weird because he's almost always at school. Bennie, Joss, our friends Emma Weiss, Lucky Stevenson, and Pete Sanders, and I were wondering where he was. I thought it was jet lag catching up to him so he slept a whole bunch. Everyone else thought he was sick. We didn't worry too much because we all know that Joseph is the resilient type. So I called him after school in my car as I was on my way out of the parking lot. (Don't worry, I had it on speakerphone.) I asked him where he was and why he wasn't at school. He told me he was at home because his grandma had died. I immediately texted my parents, told them I was going over to his house, and drove as fast as I could there.
When I got there, he came out and we hugged. The strange thing was he wasn't crying at all and I was bawling like a little baby. And then I went inside to say sorry to his dad and I cried on HIM for a while. Mr. Morton Hugged me back and thanked me for my consideration.
Joseph escorted me out to his garage (the door to which he opened so I could get to my car easier) and I gave him one final hug. And then, in a moment of sheer... what's the word... desperation... no that's not it... oh, I can't think of the word but basically I kissed him on his cheek and then turned to go to my truck.
"Hey! What was that for?" he called after me.
"It just seemed like you needed it," I called back as I got to my truck. (His name is Kermit cause he's little, green, and once got hit in the side by a huge pink Hummer, a.k.a. Miss Piggy.)
I KISSED HIM!!!!! WHEEEEE!!!!!!! Granted, it was on the cheek, but it's still something.
But with all due respect, I would appreciate it if you kept Joseph and his whole family in your prayers. Thank you.
Hugz
HM
Now, I know my blog has mainly been used for my griping and my Joseph-related fantasies with a dash of philosophy (a very small dash) and humor thrown in for flavor. But today I would like to be a little bit more serious. And, yes, there is a reason for this seriousness.
Joseph's grandmother passed away in the last twenty-four hours. I am unsure of the details, but Joseph said she was in poor condition when he visited her yesterday. He wasn't at school today. It was weird because he's almost always at school. Bennie, Joss, our friends Emma Weiss, Lucky Stevenson, and Pete Sanders, and I were wondering where he was. I thought it was jet lag catching up to him so he slept a whole bunch. Everyone else thought he was sick. We didn't worry too much because we all know that Joseph is the resilient type. So I called him after school in my car as I was on my way out of the parking lot. (Don't worry, I had it on speakerphone.) I asked him where he was and why he wasn't at school. He told me he was at home because his grandma had died. I immediately texted my parents, told them I was going over to his house, and drove as fast as I could there.
When I got there, he came out and we hugged. The strange thing was he wasn't crying at all and I was bawling like a little baby. And then I went inside to say sorry to his dad and I cried on HIM for a while. Mr. Morton Hugged me back and thanked me for my consideration.
Joseph escorted me out to his garage (the door to which he opened so I could get to my car easier) and I gave him one final hug. And then, in a moment of sheer... what's the word... desperation... no that's not it... oh, I can't think of the word but basically I kissed him on his cheek and then turned to go to my truck.
"Hey! What was that for?" he called after me.
"It just seemed like you needed it," I called back as I got to my truck. (His name is Kermit cause he's little, green, and once got hit in the side by a huge pink Hummer, a.k.a. Miss Piggy.)
I KISSED HIM!!!!! WHEEEEE!!!!!!! Granted, it was on the cheek, but it's still something.
But with all due respect, I would appreciate it if you kept Joseph and his whole family in your prayers. Thank you.
Hugz
HM
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Easter Bunny
Greetings.
Today, as most people know, is/was Easter. And that is one of the many days a year we assemble with our families, catch up, and participate the cliché that is the Brunch.
My family is no exception. Nana and Gramps met Dad, Bev, Bentley, and I at the Double Tree at nine. Uncle Sam, Aunt Gertie, Jeremy, and Josie couldn't make it this year. However, the adults decided mutually that the service has slipped at the Double Tree ever since their favorite manager was laid off, so for Mother's Day (another cliché brunch day) we're hunting for a new spot to eat brunch at. Wheeee...
Then we all retreated to Nana and Gramps's house for (oy vey) Easter Egg Hunting. There are two kinds of eggs: hard-boiled and hollow plastic ones with money in them. I got the most on both counts. I got $26 and 13 out of 25 eggs. Basically, I beat the snot out of Bentley. Oh well. He got the better Easter basket. For some reason, whenever there's a gift giving holiday, Nana and Bev always ask for a wish list from me. Understandable. But then they go and buy me things that aren't even CLOSE to my wish list and that I have told them over and over and OVER that I don't use/want. Today I got lotion, those StrapPerfect thingies, hair products, a new perfume, two pairs of earrings, a stuffed bunny, the movie GUYS AND DOLLS, and UP. I asked for, out of all of that, UP. I will not use the lotion, GUYS AND DOLLS, the StrapPerfect thingies, half of the hair products, (seriously the clips they got me have these little bangles on them only suitable for girls 7 and under) and the stuffed bunny. I will use the perfume and the earrings and UP. That's it. And whenever I try to tell Nana and Bev that I don't like the stuff and that I want them to stick a LOT more closely to my wish list so that we can avoid these confrontations in the future, they yell and get mad at me. They always get Bentley stuff that he'll use and have fun with. Whereas, with me, they get me three out of fifteen things that I'll use/have fun with. AND THEY DON'T GET IT!!!!!!!
My dad's best friend, Stuart Farley, is coming to stay with us for a little while. He's going to teach a class at my dad's school. Something about screenwriting. Stu (as he lets me and Bentley call him) is awesome and Dad is always so excited when he gets to see him. Stu lives about one hundred and fifty miles away from us, three hours through winding mountain roads, so Dad and Stu don't get to see each other that much. Whenever Stu comes, he tells what we call "Luke Stories", about my dad. (Whose name, I forgot to tell you is Luke Walker. No pun intended.) Anyways, these Luke Stories are very funny because my dad was a big old idiot when he was younger. There are too many stories for me to recount a few without having to tell more and more and more because some of them build on each other. But Stu has been working on a book about my dad so I'll let you know when that comes out.
I've got to go. We're taking Stu out to dinner.
Hugz
HM
Today, as most people know, is/was Easter. And that is one of the many days a year we assemble with our families, catch up, and participate the cliché that is the Brunch.
My family is no exception. Nana and Gramps met Dad, Bev, Bentley, and I at the Double Tree at nine. Uncle Sam, Aunt Gertie, Jeremy, and Josie couldn't make it this year. However, the adults decided mutually that the service has slipped at the Double Tree ever since their favorite manager was laid off, so for Mother's Day (another cliché brunch day) we're hunting for a new spot to eat brunch at. Wheeee...
Then we all retreated to Nana and Gramps's house for (oy vey) Easter Egg Hunting. There are two kinds of eggs: hard-boiled and hollow plastic ones with money in them. I got the most on both counts. I got $26 and 13 out of 25 eggs. Basically, I beat the snot out of Bentley. Oh well. He got the better Easter basket. For some reason, whenever there's a gift giving holiday, Nana and Bev always ask for a wish list from me. Understandable. But then they go and buy me things that aren't even CLOSE to my wish list and that I have told them over and over and OVER that I don't use/want. Today I got lotion, those StrapPerfect thingies, hair products, a new perfume, two pairs of earrings, a stuffed bunny, the movie GUYS AND DOLLS, and UP. I asked for, out of all of that, UP. I will not use the lotion, GUYS AND DOLLS, the StrapPerfect thingies, half of the hair products, (seriously the clips they got me have these little bangles on them only suitable for girls 7 and under) and the stuffed bunny. I will use the perfume and the earrings and UP. That's it. And whenever I try to tell Nana and Bev that I don't like the stuff and that I want them to stick a LOT more closely to my wish list so that we can avoid these confrontations in the future, they yell and get mad at me. They always get Bentley stuff that he'll use and have fun with. Whereas, with me, they get me three out of fifteen things that I'll use/have fun with. AND THEY DON'T GET IT!!!!!!!
My dad's best friend, Stuart Farley, is coming to stay with us for a little while. He's going to teach a class at my dad's school. Something about screenwriting. Stu (as he lets me and Bentley call him) is awesome and Dad is always so excited when he gets to see him. Stu lives about one hundred and fifty miles away from us, three hours through winding mountain roads, so Dad and Stu don't get to see each other that much. Whenever Stu comes, he tells what we call "Luke Stories", about my dad. (Whose name, I forgot to tell you is Luke Walker. No pun intended.) Anyways, these Luke Stories are very funny because my dad was a big old idiot when he was younger. There are too many stories for me to recount a few without having to tell more and more and more because some of them build on each other. But Stu has been working on a book about my dad so I'll let you know when that comes out.
I've got to go. We're taking Stu out to dinner.
Hugz
HM
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Easter Eggs
Greetings.
Ally, her little sister Colleen, and their mom Wanda came over to dye Easter eggs a little while ago. That was fun. Bev and Wanda talked for a couple of hours, like they ALWAYS do when they get together, Wanda asked my dad to do her a favor with her phone because my dad is a technical genius, and Ally, Bentley, Colleen, and I dyed eggs. For some reason, our red dye didn't work and somehow the purple turned into another blue. So the colors we had were: yellow, blue, orange, and green. Our eggs are SO colorful.
Not.
After the dyeing was done, Wanda and Bev took picture after picture after picture... zzzzzz... They're really sentimental. But I don't get to see Ally and Colleen all that often so I love it when they come over, pictures and all. After the pictures, Ally and I got out my yearbook from last year and she picked out all the guys she thought were hot. Somehow, all the ones she picked out were all the guys I can't stand. It's weird, right? But we're almost polar opposites, so it makes sense. For instance, she likes to get FREAKAY when she dances. I don't dance. She's brave and forward and open and flirty when it comes to guys. I'm secretive and scared and chicken and gutless when it comes to guys, one guy in particular. (koff koff JOSEPH koff koff)
It's sad, really. Allyson Clay and I met when we were three months old. She's exactly two weeks older than I am. And it's a shame that none of her spunk rubbed off on me.
Hugz
HM
Ally, her little sister Colleen, and their mom Wanda came over to dye Easter eggs a little while ago. That was fun. Bev and Wanda talked for a couple of hours, like they ALWAYS do when they get together, Wanda asked my dad to do her a favor with her phone because my dad is a technical genius, and Ally, Bentley, Colleen, and I dyed eggs. For some reason, our red dye didn't work and somehow the purple turned into another blue. So the colors we had were: yellow, blue, orange, and green. Our eggs are SO colorful.
Not.
After the dyeing was done, Wanda and Bev took picture after picture after picture... zzzzzz... They're really sentimental. But I don't get to see Ally and Colleen all that often so I love it when they come over, pictures and all. After the pictures, Ally and I got out my yearbook from last year and she picked out all the guys she thought were hot. Somehow, all the ones she picked out were all the guys I can't stand. It's weird, right? But we're almost polar opposites, so it makes sense. For instance, she likes to get FREAKAY when she dances. I don't dance. She's brave and forward and open and flirty when it comes to guys. I'm secretive and scared and chicken and gutless when it comes to guys, one guy in particular. (koff koff JOSEPH koff koff)
It's sad, really. Allyson Clay and I met when we were three months old. She's exactly two weeks older than I am. And it's a shame that none of her spunk rubbed off on me.
Hugz
HM
Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy (la la la la la la la!!)
Greetings.
(Sing-song voice) Guess who came home yesterday! And guess who I just saw today! (end sing-song voice) WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Joseph came home!! I am sooooooooooo psyched!
And another thing, I just came back from Joseph's house. We hung out for a little while, watched INVADER ZIM (Weirdest. Show. EVER. Seriously, what's with all the pigs? And the one syllable names? Gaz, Dib, Zim, Keef, Gir... oy vey!!), played "Super Smash Bros. Melee", and hit each other in the head. I now have a dent on my forehead, thank you very much, Joseph. Also, he gave me my souvenirs: a necklace made of seashells (the cliché of Hawaiian souvenirs), a little bear with a hula skirt and "fiery" torches, and a GORGEOUS gold chain with a gold (probably not REAL gold) pineapple. (big anime eyes) So pwetty... ooooh...
I've been wondering, what do people do for Easter? The tradition in our family is very simple: Dad, Bev, Bentley, Nana, Gramps, and I go to the Double Tree Hotel for breakfast. Sometimes we're joined by my Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, and my cousins Josie and Jeremy. After breakfast, we go back to Nana and Gramps's place and do (oy) an Easter Egg Hunt. (Mind you, I am almost seventeen and Bentley is almost fourteen. It's more acceptable for Jeremy, 9, and Josie, 5, but not two almost adults.) There are two types of eggs: edible dyed ones and the hollow plastic ones with LOTS of money in them. After the hunt, Nana and Gramps give us our BIG Easter baskets stuffed with lots of fabulous goodies!
Sigh... I love Easter...
Mind you, I do try to keep in mind WHY we celebrate it. I always read my Bible the day of and I pray and everything... I'm not a SUPER religious person. I'm a Christian and I love Him and everything. I just don't go to church. (I went to private school for nine years. SHUDDER.) Which is why I always feel REALLY guilty during Easter and Christmas. So, I shall apologize to the Big Guy Upstairs for the whole world to see:
I'm sorry I am not as religious as I probably ought to be.
Hugz (and Easter prayers)
HM
(Sing-song voice) Guess who came home yesterday! And guess who I just saw today! (end sing-song voice) WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Joseph came home!! I am sooooooooooo psyched!
And another thing, I just came back from Joseph's house. We hung out for a little while, watched INVADER ZIM (Weirdest. Show. EVER. Seriously, what's with all the pigs? And the one syllable names? Gaz, Dib, Zim, Keef, Gir... oy vey!!), played "Super Smash Bros. Melee", and hit each other in the head. I now have a dent on my forehead, thank you very much, Joseph. Also, he gave me my souvenirs: a necklace made of seashells (the cliché of Hawaiian souvenirs), a little bear with a hula skirt and "fiery" torches, and a GORGEOUS gold chain with a gold (probably not REAL gold) pineapple. (big anime eyes) So pwetty... ooooh...
I've been wondering, what do people do for Easter? The tradition in our family is very simple: Dad, Bev, Bentley, Nana, Gramps, and I go to the Double Tree Hotel for breakfast. Sometimes we're joined by my Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, and my cousins Josie and Jeremy. After breakfast, we go back to Nana and Gramps's place and do (oy) an Easter Egg Hunt. (Mind you, I am almost seventeen and Bentley is almost fourteen. It's more acceptable for Jeremy, 9, and Josie, 5, but not two almost adults.) There are two types of eggs: edible dyed ones and the hollow plastic ones with LOTS of money in them. After the hunt, Nana and Gramps give us our BIG Easter baskets stuffed with lots of fabulous goodies!
Sigh... I love Easter...
Mind you, I do try to keep in mind WHY we celebrate it. I always read my Bible the day of and I pray and everything... I'm not a SUPER religious person. I'm a Christian and I love Him and everything. I just don't go to church. (I went to private school for nine years. SHUDDER.) Which is why I always feel REALLY guilty during Easter and Christmas. So, I shall apologize to the Big Guy Upstairs for the whole world to see:
I'm sorry I am not as religious as I probably ought to be.
Hugz (and Easter prayers)
HM
Thursday, April 1, 2010
The Waitress and the Frog
Greetings.
Yeah, I just watched THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG. I loved it. But no one else in my family, not Bev, Dad, Bentley, Nana, or Gramps, understands why I love the movie so much. Out of all of the princess movies, I like this one the best. I like Naveen, he's a more realistic prince a more realistic PERSON. Tiana, hellooooooo, she's REAL. No one gets ANYWHERE by JUST wishing on a frickin' star. She works, she works HARD, to get what she wants and will do anything to get there. THAT'S a real person. THAT'S what a girl should strive to be. Not like Charlotte. She's a good friend. But Tiana is what girls should strive to be. ANd I am very glad that Disney is finally glorifying that. Praise Jesus.
I'm watching THE BLIND SIDE again right this second. I almost cried during one part. BUT I STILL CAN'T DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S DRIVING ME BONKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And another thing. I didn't get to Fool anyone today. I hate when I forget.
Oh well. Life goes on.
Hugz
HM
Yeah, I just watched THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG. I loved it. But no one else in my family, not Bev, Dad, Bentley, Nana, or Gramps, understands why I love the movie so much. Out of all of the princess movies, I like this one the best. I like Naveen, he's a more realistic prince a more realistic PERSON. Tiana, hellooooooo, she's REAL. No one gets ANYWHERE by JUST wishing on a frickin' star. She works, she works HARD, to get what she wants and will do anything to get there. THAT'S a real person. THAT'S what a girl should strive to be. Not like Charlotte. She's a good friend. But Tiana is what girls should strive to be. ANd I am very glad that Disney is finally glorifying that. Praise Jesus.
I'm watching THE BLIND SIDE again right this second. I almost cried during one part. BUT I STILL CAN'T DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S DRIVING ME BONKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And another thing. I didn't get to Fool anyone today. I hate when I forget.
Oh well. Life goes on.
Hugz
HM
A Day with Bentley
Greetings.
As some of you may know, I have a little brother, whose name, like mine, is extremely long and weird. His full name is Bartholomew Horatio Montgomery Walker-Lowell. But when I was little and he came home from the hospital, I couldn't say that. I said "Bentley". And so the name just stuck and now everyone knows him as Bentley. It even says on his school ID "Bentley Walker". (He, like I did, dropped the Lowell.)
Well anyways, my little brother is much more attractive than I am. And what do you do when you're attractive? You go to Hollywood to act. And since we don't live in LA, he spends a LOT of time on the commute. So I never get to see him. But today I had my little brother all to myself. We went out for a few hours. I took him to Game Stop where he bought BIOSHOCK and I got a new charger for my DS Lite because I lost my old one. Then we went to Jamba Juice (yum!) and then we had lunch at IHOP. When we got home, we played a little bit of BIOSHOCK until we decided we needed a break. (And by the way, when I say "we" played it, he played it while I watched and advised.)
But yeah, I had a good day.
Also, I talked to Joseph. He was the one who advised me to get Bentley BIOSHOCK in the first place. He told me the whole story at school. It sounded so fascinating that I bought it for Bentley.
Anyways, I had a lot of fun with my little brother today. =) Love you, Bentley.
Hugz
HM
As some of you may know, I have a little brother, whose name, like mine, is extremely long and weird. His full name is Bartholomew Horatio Montgomery Walker-Lowell. But when I was little and he came home from the hospital, I couldn't say that. I said "Bentley". And so the name just stuck and now everyone knows him as Bentley. It even says on his school ID "Bentley Walker". (He, like I did, dropped the Lowell.)
Well anyways, my little brother is much more attractive than I am. And what do you do when you're attractive? You go to Hollywood to act. And since we don't live in LA, he spends a LOT of time on the commute. So I never get to see him. But today I had my little brother all to myself. We went out for a few hours. I took him to Game Stop where he bought BIOSHOCK and I got a new charger for my DS Lite because I lost my old one. Then we went to Jamba Juice (yum!) and then we had lunch at IHOP. When we got home, we played a little bit of BIOSHOCK until we decided we needed a break. (And by the way, when I say "we" played it, he played it while I watched and advised.)
But yeah, I had a good day.
Also, I talked to Joseph. He was the one who advised me to get Bentley BIOSHOCK in the first place. He told me the whole story at school. It sounded so fascinating that I bought it for Bentley.
Anyways, I had a lot of fun with my little brother today. =) Love you, Bentley.
Hugz
HM
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