Greetings.
Why do we protect? Some leftover gene from the days when chivalry was as close to godliness (aside from cleanliness) as one could get? Some sick satisfaction we get from it? A religion? No, I believe that when we have someone/something we love, it is pure animal instinct that we secure it.
Is protecting someone you love or care about worth hurting someone else? The answer this time, however, is undefined.
In the case that someone is pointing a gun at your mom, by all means, smack him on the back of the head with a frying pan. But when it comes to emotional protection, how far do you go? I am no psychologist. I am no counselor. I am a loyal friend and a fierce fighter for my loved ones. I just told Jasper to abandon the movie plan because he's still hung up on Mickie. I told him that unless he is fully committed to the idea of dedicating all of his time to Bennie, then forget it. I told him I wasn't going to help him pry Mickie away from Bentley because if he wants her bad enough, he should grow the balls to do it himself. I think that if he loves her so much, he should just LET HER BE HAPPY. But I know he won't listen. I know he's going to find some way to get into Bennie's heart and then break it three months later when he tells her that he's still not over Mickie. Hopefully he'll have the sense to leave out Mickie's name. But that's exactly the same thing I did to Victor, my first real boyfriend. (See "My Love Life Part 3: Victor Hausen") I was still kind of hung up on Freddy and Aaron and I strung him along for almost three months. For what? I cried my eyes out because I felt horrible for using a perfectly nice guy. Victor went into a deep funk because he thought everything I had told him was a lie, and Aaron and Freddy felt guilty that they were the cause of so much unhappiness. I hurt four people in one blow. And Jasper is about to do the same. So I felt I had to do something. Otherwise the guilt would torment me for years to come.
I still don't know how far you go to protect someone. But I know I'll go as far as it takes for no one to get hurt. And if I hurt someone in the process, I have failed. I like to think I am a selfless person in one respect: I will protect anyone I love with everything that I have, but if I save someone else from pain even if it causes my heart to suffer, I will live with it. I will sacrifice my own pleasure, for the most part, for someone else, or even more than one, to find love and happiness. And I'd like to think that my reprimand of Jasper helped someone. Maybe not me, maybe not him, but maybe Bennie, Mickie, and Bentley. I won't know until I receive that hysterical phone call/brother in my room if I have helped anyone.
But I hope I did.
Hugz
HM
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Two Homes
Greetings.
(sing-song-y) Guess where I am! (stops) I am at Gramps and Nana's again. Guess why?
Ding ding ding!!! Yep, Dad and I had a really bad fight yesterday. Surprise, surprise. I'm thinking I may as well just keep a set of clothes at Nana's. I mean, I come over for NCIS on Tuesdays when I can. I come here when Dad and I fight. Hell, I just may as well just move about five sets of clothes here. I like it here. I'd move here if I could. But I forgot to bring Kermit, Teddy, and Pooh. So I have to go back. Shoot. Plus, it's really far from school and my sisters and my best friend.
Okay, I have posted about how Jasper and Bennie look super cute together and how Jasper and I are conspiring to take Bennie and Joseph to a movie? Well, I still haven't told Bennie and Jasper has decided Thursday is a perfect day to go see TOY STORY 3. Uh-oh.
Hugz
HM
(sing-song-y) Guess where I am! (stops) I am at Gramps and Nana's again. Guess why?
Ding ding ding!!! Yep, Dad and I had a really bad fight yesterday. Surprise, surprise. I'm thinking I may as well just keep a set of clothes at Nana's. I mean, I come over for NCIS on Tuesdays when I can. I come here when Dad and I fight. Hell, I just may as well just move about five sets of clothes here. I like it here. I'd move here if I could. But I forgot to bring Kermit, Teddy, and Pooh. So I have to go back. Shoot. Plus, it's really far from school and my sisters and my best friend.
Okay, I have posted about how Jasper and Bennie look super cute together and how Jasper and I are conspiring to take Bennie and Joseph to a movie? Well, I still haven't told Bennie and Jasper has decided Thursday is a perfect day to go see TOY STORY 3. Uh-oh.
Hugz
HM
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Croquet Rehearsal
Greetings.
I had a good rehearsal for ALICE IN WONDERLAND. As you know, I am the Queen of Hearts and for the croquet game, I have my cards and my hedgehog cheat for me. Well, I have the cutest little hedgehog in the world!! He's this adorable 5 or 6-year-old named Braden and he is the cutest little boy. But I didn't have my flamingo (the mallet) today. Claire, the Queen of Diamonds and my character's sister, had the meanest little hedgehog! He was rude, he wouldn't listen to Bev (one of the directors) or the choreographer, and he hit my little Braden. I feel so bad for Claire...
Joseph was at rehearsal because he's my King of Hearts and he had his flamingo but no hedgehog. His flamingo is a little girl named Mary Jane and she felt light-headed because she was nervous about messing up. She almost fainted 'cause she was so nervous. I was proud of Joseph. He actually behaved like an (albeit uncomfortable) older brother. He was very gentle and kind toward Mary Jane and I was truly amazed. He's an only child; how should he know how to take care of a scared 8-year-old?
Rehearsal ended early so Bev, Claire, Joseph, and I went to Jackson's for lunch. I had my deep pit beef sandwich and two pieces of cake (I have to swim laps tomorrow), Claire, Bev, and Joseph all had burritos (yucky!) and Claire and Joseph both had cake. Joseph kept Bev and Claire in stitches about the shorts from this video game, "Team Fortress 2", by describing the videos for the Heavy, the Engineer, the Spy, the Scout, the Demo Man, and the Soldier. Poor Bev; the gross parts freaked her out. Luckily she's not the fainting type because she was driving. Basically, it was a good day!
Hugz
HM
I had a good rehearsal for ALICE IN WONDERLAND. As you know, I am the Queen of Hearts and for the croquet game, I have my cards and my hedgehog cheat for me. Well, I have the cutest little hedgehog in the world!! He's this adorable 5 or 6-year-old named Braden and he is the cutest little boy. But I didn't have my flamingo (the mallet) today. Claire, the Queen of Diamonds and my character's sister, had the meanest little hedgehog! He was rude, he wouldn't listen to Bev (one of the directors) or the choreographer, and he hit my little Braden. I feel so bad for Claire...
Joseph was at rehearsal because he's my King of Hearts and he had his flamingo but no hedgehog. His flamingo is a little girl named Mary Jane and she felt light-headed because she was nervous about messing up. She almost fainted 'cause she was so nervous. I was proud of Joseph. He actually behaved like an (albeit uncomfortable) older brother. He was very gentle and kind toward Mary Jane and I was truly amazed. He's an only child; how should he know how to take care of a scared 8-year-old?
Rehearsal ended early so Bev, Claire, Joseph, and I went to Jackson's for lunch. I had my deep pit beef sandwich and two pieces of cake (I have to swim laps tomorrow), Claire, Bev, and Joseph all had burritos (yucky!) and Claire and Joseph both had cake. Joseph kept Bev and Claire in stitches about the shorts from this video game, "Team Fortress 2", by describing the videos for the Heavy, the Engineer, the Spy, the Scout, the Demo Man, and the Soldier. Poor Bev; the gross parts freaked her out. Luckily she's not the fainting type because she was driving. Basically, it was a good day!
Hugz
HM
Friday, June 18, 2010
The Aftermath of Fear
Greetings.
Today has been one of those days that nothing really happened that was so monumental that I MUST blog about. Ginger, Bev, and I went to Jackson's for lunch and cake (CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE) and then we came back. Ginger and I went swimming, we went to Claire's sister Annegela's 22nd birthday party (I was the only one who brought her a present) and then we came home. Now Claire is with us and we're trying to pull (another) all-nighter.
Well, you know how I posted about my horrible experience I had yesterday? Well, I texted Joseph telling him to call me when he got the text and he did but I missed it so I called him back. And I missed him so he called me back. And I told him about what I posted but I left out the part about what I thought all through it. And he was totally and completely enthralled in my story and he actually sounded scared for me and genuinely relieved that I was okay. And, coming from a robot-boy, that's a lot.
I was so happy!
Hugz
HM
Today has been one of those days that nothing really happened that was so monumental that I MUST blog about. Ginger, Bev, and I went to Jackson's for lunch and cake (CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE) and then we came back. Ginger and I went swimming, we went to Claire's sister Annegela's 22nd birthday party (I was the only one who brought her a present) and then we came home. Now Claire is with us and we're trying to pull (another) all-nighter.
Well, you know how I posted about my horrible experience I had yesterday? Well, I texted Joseph telling him to call me when he got the text and he did but I missed it so I called him back. And I missed him so he called me back. And I told him about what I posted but I left out the part about what I thought all through it. And he was totally and completely enthralled in my story and he actually sounded scared for me and genuinely relieved that I was okay. And, coming from a robot-boy, that's a lot.
I was so happy!
Hugz
HM
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The Longest Half an Hour of My Life
Greetings.
I'm going to be as unfunny as I can in this post. I just want to warn all of you: A GOOD SECURITY SYSTEM AND A GOOD WOODEN BAT ARE A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND. Especially at night. I just spent from about 1:50 a.m. to about 2:22 a.m. cowering in my game room with Ginger with bats, two cell phones, and my house phone.
Ginger was outside and she heard something next to my house. I told her, because a house around the corner was robbed at gunpoint a few days ago, to take a bat, and she did, but she called to me, "HM, please come out here!" She sounded scared. Now, I may be the younger cousin, but I am by a decent margin the stronger of the two of us. So I went out with my bat and surveyed the area. My two bigger dogs, Colleen (yes, Bentley named her after Ally's little sister) and Miaya, perked up their ears like they were listening to something. We got scared so we went back into the house.
A little later, around 1:45 a.m., we heard Miaya and Colleen barking. Now, they're usually fairly quiet unless they're fighting with each other. But since we were already scared, we froze. We waited. We listened. We heard something tap against the window. And then we bolted. Immediately, Odie, my little dumb, yet nonetheless protective, dog, began to bark and HE doesn't do that unless there's some cause. So Ginger and I grabbed our bats, cell phones, and a house phone and leaped into the game room behind two fairly large chairs. We hid there for half an hour.
We were so scared. At one point, the motion detector light outside the game room window came on. Ginger almost cried she was so scared. I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest and run laps around my body, screaming, "OH MY FREAKING GOSH HOLY FREAKING COW RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN!!!!!!!!!!!" Another instance, we heard the alarm TURN OFF and a door open. Ginger and I were freaked. We waited for a little while longer and then we dashed to Bev's room.
We woke her up and told her what we heard. She told us not to worry, to just lock all the doors and keep the bats with us. And believe you me, WE DID. Ginger is sitting next to me with her bat on her lap, playing a computer game. And I have my bat right next to me as I type this.
I have to confess, and I know my sisters will make me feel bad for this later, but I have to say it: The only person who went through my head as I sat in my game room and thought that I was going to die was Joseph. I kept thinking of him and how I just wanted to talk to him one last time. I swear, I thought I was truly going to die. I just wanted to hold him for the last few minutes of my life. I just wanted to tell him that I loved him. Isn't it weird that in what I thought was going to be the last few minutes of my life I was the bravest I had ever been? And now that I am relatively safe, I feel the chicken coming back again. BOK BOK BOGOK!!!!!!
Hugz, and NEVER forget your bat
HM
I'm going to be as unfunny as I can in this post. I just want to warn all of you: A GOOD SECURITY SYSTEM AND A GOOD WOODEN BAT ARE A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND. Especially at night. I just spent from about 1:50 a.m. to about 2:22 a.m. cowering in my game room with Ginger with bats, two cell phones, and my house phone.
Ginger was outside and she heard something next to my house. I told her, because a house around the corner was robbed at gunpoint a few days ago, to take a bat, and she did, but she called to me, "HM, please come out here!" She sounded scared. Now, I may be the younger cousin, but I am by a decent margin the stronger of the two of us. So I went out with my bat and surveyed the area. My two bigger dogs, Colleen (yes, Bentley named her after Ally's little sister) and Miaya, perked up their ears like they were listening to something. We got scared so we went back into the house.
A little later, around 1:45 a.m., we heard Miaya and Colleen barking. Now, they're usually fairly quiet unless they're fighting with each other. But since we were already scared, we froze. We waited. We listened. We heard something tap against the window. And then we bolted. Immediately, Odie, my little dumb, yet nonetheless protective, dog, began to bark and HE doesn't do that unless there's some cause. So Ginger and I grabbed our bats, cell phones, and a house phone and leaped into the game room behind two fairly large chairs. We hid there for half an hour.
We were so scared. At one point, the motion detector light outside the game room window came on. Ginger almost cried she was so scared. I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest and run laps around my body, screaming, "OH MY FREAKING GOSH HOLY FREAKING COW RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN!!!!!!!!!!!" Another instance, we heard the alarm TURN OFF and a door open. Ginger and I were freaked. We waited for a little while longer and then we dashed to Bev's room.
We woke her up and told her what we heard. She told us not to worry, to just lock all the doors and keep the bats with us. And believe you me, WE DID. Ginger is sitting next to me with her bat on her lap, playing a computer game. And I have my bat right next to me as I type this.
I have to confess, and I know my sisters will make me feel bad for this later, but I have to say it: The only person who went through my head as I sat in my game room and thought that I was going to die was Joseph. I kept thinking of him and how I just wanted to talk to him one last time. I swear, I thought I was truly going to die. I just wanted to hold him for the last few minutes of my life. I just wanted to tell him that I loved him. Isn't it weird that in what I thought was going to be the last few minutes of my life I was the bravest I had ever been? And now that I am relatively safe, I feel the chicken coming back again. BOK BOK BOGOK!!!!!!
Hugz, and NEVER forget your bat
HM
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
R.I.P. Chivalry
Greetings.
I had rehearsal for "Alice in Wonderland" tonight with Claire and Joseph. Ginger tagged along partly because she'd have been all alone if she hadn't but also because I wanted her opinion of Joseph's interaction with me. I haven't conferred with her yet.
But right now we're watching SINGING IN THE RAIN. Man, Gene Kelly sure knows how to be romantic. He sings to her, he dances with her, he is the ultimate romantic man. Well, perhaps I should say DON LOCKWOOD was... Gene Kelly was a bit of a jerk.
Now we're watching ANNIE. I love the song "Maybe" and "Hard Knock Life". Ginger and I are pulling an all-highter because our sleep clocks are messed up REALLY bad. Well I have nothing much to write, so I'll sign off now. Love!
Hugz
HM
I had rehearsal for "Alice in Wonderland" tonight with Claire and Joseph. Ginger tagged along partly because she'd have been all alone if she hadn't but also because I wanted her opinion of Joseph's interaction with me. I haven't conferred with her yet.
But right now we're watching SINGING IN THE RAIN. Man, Gene Kelly sure knows how to be romantic. He sings to her, he dances with her, he is the ultimate romantic man. Well, perhaps I should say DON LOCKWOOD was... Gene Kelly was a bit of a jerk.
Now we're watching ANNIE. I love the song "Maybe" and "Hard Knock Life". Ginger and I are pulling an all-highter because our sleep clocks are messed up REALLY bad. Well I have nothing much to write, so I'll sign off now. Love!
Hugz
HM
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Church
Greetings.
Well, I went to church.
Amazingly enough, I had fun. Ginger made me go to church. Initially, she planned on going to church with Roland. But finally I smacked (not literally) some sense into her seeing as Roland is her ex-boyfriend and we agreed to go to Nana's church. Luckily for me, Mr. M, Mrs. M, and Joseph go there too. In fact, they're head of the Worship team at Dove Creek. Joseph plays bass, Mr. M plays drums, and Mrs. M sings and plays keyboard/piano. They are a tremendously musical family.
Anyways, the initial service was good. I mean, I haven't LAUGHED at a sermon since I was eight. EIGHT. I was in freakin' THIRD GRADE!!!! I was in stitches with this guy, Pastor Sherman, and he was actually really nice. We sang (Ginger really got into it) and then we retreated to the Fellowship Room for coffee (yuck) and donuts (yay!). Then came the teens' service. The band wasn't as good, but Joseph and Mr. M were really good. It's just that there were two girls singing, one playing guitar, and one playing keyboards and they didn't sound as put together as the other band. Then the youth pastor, Pastor Dave, did a little sermon about joy that was pretty good, not as funny as Pastor Sherman's, but good nonetheless.
I can't believe I am saying this about church: I had fun.
Hugz
HM
Well, I went to church.
Amazingly enough, I had fun. Ginger made me go to church. Initially, she planned on going to church with Roland. But finally I smacked (not literally) some sense into her seeing as Roland is her ex-boyfriend and we agreed to go to Nana's church. Luckily for me, Mr. M, Mrs. M, and Joseph go there too. In fact, they're head of the Worship team at Dove Creek. Joseph plays bass, Mr. M plays drums, and Mrs. M sings and plays keyboard/piano. They are a tremendously musical family.
Anyways, the initial service was good. I mean, I haven't LAUGHED at a sermon since I was eight. EIGHT. I was in freakin' THIRD GRADE!!!! I was in stitches with this guy, Pastor Sherman, and he was actually really nice. We sang (Ginger really got into it) and then we retreated to the Fellowship Room for coffee (yuck) and donuts (yay!). Then came the teens' service. The band wasn't as good, but Joseph and Mr. M were really good. It's just that there were two girls singing, one playing guitar, and one playing keyboards and they didn't sound as put together as the other band. Then the youth pastor, Pastor Dave, did a little sermon about joy that was pretty good, not as funny as Pastor Sherman's, but good nonetheless.
I can't believe I am saying this about church: I had fun.
Hugz
HM
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I Have No Title
Greetings.
Well, it looks like Ginger is staying for longer than foreseen. For, like, until Friday. YAY! I love having my cousin here! Ginger is amazingly awesome and she's fun. She may not be the world's best role model, but not everyone can be Mother Teresa, am I right? (Actually, my ideal role model is Susan B. Anthony or Jeanette Rankin because of their pacifism and feminism.) But still she's here and we're going to spend the next, like, five days here!!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyways, today Bev, Ginger, Claire, and I went shopping to redeem a few of my gift cards that I got for my birthday. But we went to Kohl's just for the heck of it. Well, actually because Ginger doesn't have a Kohl's where she lives in Roswell with Uncle Reggie and Aunt Abigail Potts and she wanted to go. So we went and then we went to Jamba Juice, then lunch at a buffet, then to Barnes & Noble. (omg, I like it so much better than Borders, but I like Borders too.) I got two new manga books, a hardback book and THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOOS. I want to know what all the hype is about.
Then when we came home (Bev dropped Claire off at her house) Ginger and I just settled into our base of operations and just unwound. We video chatted with her family and then I had to make dinner. Then we retreated to Bev and Dad's room to watch INUYASHA movies and here we are now!
OMG I HAVE TO GO TO CHURCH TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?????????????????? Ginger goes to church and she wanted to go so now, somehow, we're going to Nana's church, which, by the way, also is Joseph's church. Hee hee hee... It can't be all bad.
Hugz
HM
Well, it looks like Ginger is staying for longer than foreseen. For, like, until Friday. YAY! I love having my cousin here! Ginger is amazingly awesome and she's fun. She may not be the world's best role model, but not everyone can be Mother Teresa, am I right? (Actually, my ideal role model is Susan B. Anthony or Jeanette Rankin because of their pacifism and feminism.) But still she's here and we're going to spend the next, like, five days here!!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyways, today Bev, Ginger, Claire, and I went shopping to redeem a few of my gift cards that I got for my birthday. But we went to Kohl's just for the heck of it. Well, actually because Ginger doesn't have a Kohl's where she lives in Roswell with Uncle Reggie and Aunt Abigail Potts and she wanted to go. So we went and then we went to Jamba Juice, then lunch at a buffet, then to Barnes & Noble. (omg, I like it so much better than Borders, but I like Borders too.) I got two new manga books, a hardback book and THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOOS. I want to know what all the hype is about.
Then when we came home (Bev dropped Claire off at her house) Ginger and I just settled into our base of operations and just unwound. We video chatted with her family and then I had to make dinner. Then we retreated to Bev and Dad's room to watch INUYASHA movies and here we are now!
OMG I HAVE TO GO TO CHURCH TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?????????????????? Ginger goes to church and she wanted to go so now, somehow, we're going to Nana's church, which, by the way, also is Joseph's church. Hee hee hee... It can't be all bad.
Hugz
HM
Friday, June 11, 2010
Birthday Post Number 80 Billion
Greetings.
Well, I had my birthday party. Wow, I have a lot of birthday posts, don't I? It was better than I thought. Pauley got grounded so he couldn't come. Chase had to go to the beach with his family. Roland stopped by, much to Ginger's dismay. But she's fine now because she's talking to her boyfriend (whom I totally approve of) Emmit DuGaunt. I don't think I'll be seeing much of Roland anymore... long story, but now... he makes me a little uncomfortable.
Moving on, I had a good birthday. Ginger, Bennie, Dad, and I played Hearts, I got a lot of good presents, Eve managed to show up, and she and Jasper hung out. Ginger is staying until at least Sunday and Claire is sleeping over. I had cake from Jackson's (so freaking good) and it was just a lot of fun.
Oh, and I actually know Jasper likes Bennie!!!!! WHEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Omg, they were being so cute. Joseph, Freddy, and Bentley were playing BATMAN: ARKHAM ASYLUM and he and Bennie were just being all cute. He was sitting on the couch and she was laying on the couch, putting her knees and feet on his lap. He was tickling her, she was tickling him, and they were flirting like the world was going to end. And they look SOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE together!!!!!!!!! I mean, they both have glasses, they have a perfect height difference, and, even though he's a year and a half younger, you'd never know! They are so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg omg omg omg omg omg omg can I just say that, as much as I like Stan, to whom Bennie hasn't been speaking (not that she's angry at him or anything), I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALL REALLY want her and Jasper to be together!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!
Hugz
HM
Well, I had my birthday party. Wow, I have a lot of birthday posts, don't I? It was better than I thought. Pauley got grounded so he couldn't come. Chase had to go to the beach with his family. Roland stopped by, much to Ginger's dismay. But she's fine now because she's talking to her boyfriend (whom I totally approve of) Emmit DuGaunt. I don't think I'll be seeing much of Roland anymore... long story, but now... he makes me a little uncomfortable.
Moving on, I had a good birthday. Ginger, Bennie, Dad, and I played Hearts, I got a lot of good presents, Eve managed to show up, and she and Jasper hung out. Ginger is staying until at least Sunday and Claire is sleeping over. I had cake from Jackson's (so freaking good) and it was just a lot of fun.
Oh, and I actually know Jasper likes Bennie!!!!! WHEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Omg, they were being so cute. Joseph, Freddy, and Bentley were playing BATMAN: ARKHAM ASYLUM and he and Bennie were just being all cute. He was sitting on the couch and she was laying on the couch, putting her knees and feet on his lap. He was tickling her, she was tickling him, and they were flirting like the world was going to end. And they look SOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE together!!!!!!!!! I mean, they both have glasses, they have a perfect height difference, and, even though he's a year and a half younger, you'd never know! They are so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg omg omg omg omg omg omg can I just say that, as much as I like Stan, to whom Bennie hasn't been speaking (not that she's angry at him or anything), I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALL REALLY want her and Jasper to be together!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!
Hugz
HM
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Why I Hate my Birthday
Greetings.
As I predicted, people are going to forget my birthday. Joss (JOSS of all people) forgot and now she has some volunteer work she has to do DURING MY PARTY. Bennie is going to be late, Jasper is going to be really late, and Ally isn't even coming. WHY DID I EVEN HAVE A STUPID PARTY IN THE FIRST PLACE? Next year, NO PARTY!! I will just have a dinner or something with my closest friends. Either that or Ally and I will be on our road trip. If so, we'll find the nearest Olive Garden and make them sing happy birthday to me and Ally will use her feminine wiles to get us our meals for free.
I mean, is it too much to ask for one birthday where EVERYONE I invite comes? Where I can have ALL of the people I care about in one place at one time? Every year, my birthday makes me cry. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!! I said it before and I'll say it again: I DON'T WANT MY BIRTHDAY ANYMORE.
Hugz
HM
As I predicted, people are going to forget my birthday. Joss (JOSS of all people) forgot and now she has some volunteer work she has to do DURING MY PARTY. Bennie is going to be late, Jasper is going to be really late, and Ally isn't even coming. WHY DID I EVEN HAVE A STUPID PARTY IN THE FIRST PLACE? Next year, NO PARTY!! I will just have a dinner or something with my closest friends. Either that or Ally and I will be on our road trip. If so, we'll find the nearest Olive Garden and make them sing happy birthday to me and Ally will use her feminine wiles to get us our meals for free.
I mean, is it too much to ask for one birthday where EVERYONE I invite comes? Where I can have ALL of the people I care about in one place at one time? Every year, my birthday makes me cry. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!! I said it before and I'll say it again: I DON'T WANT MY BIRTHDAY ANYMORE.
Hugz
HM
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Happy Birthday to Me Part 2
Greetings.
As they said they would, Bev, Bentley, Dad and Nana (via phone) woke me up and sang to me this morning. But I got presents so I didn't care that I only got five hours of sleep. I got Pokémon HeartGold AND SoulSilver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WITH THE POKéWALKER!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEEEE!!!! I haven't started playing HeartGold yet but I'm in Azalea Town (you know, with the Pokéball maker dude, Kurt?) and I have to beat the Gym Leader. OMG I LOVE THE FACT THAT YOUR LEAD POKéMON FOLLOWS YOU OUTSIDE OF ITS BALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's so fun to talk to it!!!!!!! (I'm SUCH a PokéDork) Plus, I got a Jeff Foxworthy comedy CD. I love the guy, but he pales in comparison to HEARTGOLD AND SOULSILVER right now!!!!!!!!
The interview went like this: I got there 50 minutes early. Waited until four when me and ten other people were escorted to a section of the dining room. We waited another ten minutes because the managers were running late. (no comment) Filled out questionnaire as a delaying tactic because they STILL weren't there at 20 after. 25 after, they arrive, and they ask each of us our qualifications, names, etc. Then we do a group question, which I aced. Then they dismissed us.
So much freaking and psyching for NOTHING. For a possibility for a DISHWASHING position. HOLY FREAKING COW!!!!!!!
Whatever. I saw a new NCIS earlier and I've been playing SoulSilver all day. It wasn't a TOTAL waste.
Hugz
HM, the birthday girl
As they said they would, Bev, Bentley, Dad and Nana (via phone) woke me up and sang to me this morning. But I got presents so I didn't care that I only got five hours of sleep. I got Pokémon HeartGold AND SoulSilver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WITH THE POKéWALKER!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEEEE!!!! I haven't started playing HeartGold yet but I'm in Azalea Town (you know, with the Pokéball maker dude, Kurt?) and I have to beat the Gym Leader. OMG I LOVE THE FACT THAT YOUR LEAD POKéMON FOLLOWS YOU OUTSIDE OF ITS BALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's so fun to talk to it!!!!!!! (I'm SUCH a PokéDork) Plus, I got a Jeff Foxworthy comedy CD. I love the guy, but he pales in comparison to HEARTGOLD AND SOULSILVER right now!!!!!!!!
The interview went like this: I got there 50 minutes early. Waited until four when me and ten other people were escorted to a section of the dining room. We waited another ten minutes because the managers were running late. (no comment) Filled out questionnaire as a delaying tactic because they STILL weren't there at 20 after. 25 after, they arrive, and they ask each of us our qualifications, names, etc. Then we do a group question, which I aced. Then they dismissed us.
So much freaking and psyching for NOTHING. For a possibility for a DISHWASHING position. HOLY FREAKING COW!!!!!!!
Whatever. I saw a new NCIS earlier and I've been playing SoulSilver all day. It wasn't a TOTAL waste.
Hugz
HM, the birthday girl
Happy Birthday to Me
Greetings.
I have no idea what Kylie (and eventually Kendra too) were thinking during some of these shows. I'm listening to a few of them now and they're weird. They're funny, don't get me wrong, but they're really weird.
I have an interview later today. I get to interview for one of my favorite restaurants, California Pizza Kitchen. I really really really really really want to work there. The interview technically starts at 4, but I want to be there at 3:25 because they only take, like, the first eight that come in. I really want the job. I love the food and I love the people who work there. I mean, my family has gotten to know one of the waiters and one of the managers. (Whoooo! Major in!) Unfortunately, I just ate a blue cupcake and now the freaking dye won't come off of my tongue nor out of my teeth. I'm going to look like a complete idiot. I'm scared that I'm going to forget something, like my name.
Today is my birthday. But I won't be seventeen officially until 3:58 p.m.
... Two minutes before my interview... Wow. Just wow. I am so getting this job.
Anyways, I get to open a few of my presents tomorrow. Then shower, wash hair, shave legs due to the fact that I am wearing a freaking SKIRT as per Daddy's orders, and sit and wait. I have to make sure my hair, which takes forever and a day to dry, doesn't look hideous because I so very much want this job. Then I have to leave at 3 for the interview. I don't care if I'm 45 minutes early, it just shows them that I'm eager and punctual.
And another thing: COUSIN GINGER IS COMING FRIDAY FOR MY PARTY!!!!!!!!! And I told Roland that I really wanted him to be there without Ronnie because I don't really know her that well. So he's coming anyways even though he told me that he's not comfortable being alone with Ginger, which is completely stupid because at a party, there's no way to be alone. Stupid boy. And so, yeah, GINGER IS COMING!!!!!!! SO PSYCHED, AS YOU CAN TELL BY MY ALL CAPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hugz
HM, the birthday girl
I have no idea what Kylie (and eventually Kendra too) were thinking during some of these shows. I'm listening to a few of them now and they're weird. They're funny, don't get me wrong, but they're really weird.
I have an interview later today. I get to interview for one of my favorite restaurants, California Pizza Kitchen. I really really really really really want to work there. The interview technically starts at 4, but I want to be there at 3:25 because they only take, like, the first eight that come in. I really want the job. I love the food and I love the people who work there. I mean, my family has gotten to know one of the waiters and one of the managers. (Whoooo! Major in!) Unfortunately, I just ate a blue cupcake and now the freaking dye won't come off of my tongue nor out of my teeth. I'm going to look like a complete idiot. I'm scared that I'm going to forget something, like my name.
Today is my birthday. But I won't be seventeen officially until 3:58 p.m.
... Two minutes before my interview... Wow. Just wow. I am so getting this job.
Anyways, I get to open a few of my presents tomorrow. Then shower, wash hair, shave legs due to the fact that I am wearing a freaking SKIRT as per Daddy's orders, and sit and wait. I have to make sure my hair, which takes forever and a day to dry, doesn't look hideous because I so very much want this job. Then I have to leave at 3 for the interview. I don't care if I'm 45 minutes early, it just shows them that I'm eager and punctual.
And another thing: COUSIN GINGER IS COMING FRIDAY FOR MY PARTY!!!!!!!!! And I told Roland that I really wanted him to be there without Ronnie because I don't really know her that well. So he's coming anyways even though he told me that he's not comfortable being alone with Ginger, which is completely stupid because at a party, there's no way to be alone. Stupid boy. And so, yeah, GINGER IS COMING!!!!!!! SO PSYCHED, AS YOU CAN TELL BY MY ALL CAPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hugz
HM, the birthday girl
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Birthday For Sale
Greetings.
I don't want my birthday this year. I mean, here's how it's going to go: Ally isn't coming, Bennie and Jasper are coming late, Roland will forget, and only half the people I invited will come. Every year, people forget my birthday. Aaron and Remy haven't remembered in three years. Last year was decent; I had about 3/4 of the people I invited come, but Ally couldn't make it (again). But the two years prior... My fourteenth: the first guest, Joseph, showed up an hour and 22 minutes late. No one called and said they were going to be late. I thought everyone had forgotten my birthday. Turns out, only a third of them did. My fifteenth: half of the people (I invited about seventeen) that I invited came. No one who didn't come called and said that they weren't coming. Hell, they all (except Ally) RSVPd that they were coming.
I don't want a party this year. I just did it because I wanted Ally to finally meet Joseph and it meant a lot to Bev. Bless her heart, she wants nothing more for me right now than for me to be skinny and popular and I am neither. Also, a lot of my friends at school were wondering why I wasn't having one. I don't want my birthday. I am seriously considering blowing it off, just going someplace where I don't know anyone (which, for someone with xenophobia, is like suicide) and just sit and wait for no one to call or text me, wondering where I am. They'll forget anyways.
Anyone want to buy a birthday? I'm sure all you Leap Year folk wouldn't mind a birthday that comes around every year. Without fail. Who knows? Maybe your friends will remember it. Maybe, if you decide to ditch, they'll wonder where you are. I don't want my birthday. I used to love having a summer birthday. I mean, pool parties, vacation, no school? What kid doesn't want that? But now since everyone's families leave for the beach or Florida or something stupid like that, I want a different birthday. Or better yet, no birthday at all. Nothing to forget.
I want a birthday no one will forget, everyone will remember, everyone will be in town for, and everyone will come to. I'm tired of sitting in an armchair by the door, waiting to see if someone will come. I want either people to remember or to just be left alone. I know that's a bit extreme but I'm just sick and tired of people forgetting, people lying, people not calling, people just being plain old rude to a girl who feels too much where her friends are concerned and who is a level one bipolar so she will cry if her guests aren't there within the first fifteen minutes, which I did that year when Joseph was an hour and 22 minutes late, so I just want everyone to either remember, call, or come, or just leave me alone. I am tired of getting my hopes up.
And those of you who say I'm being way over dramatic: STICK IT IN YOUR EAR.
Hugz
HM
I don't want my birthday this year. I mean, here's how it's going to go: Ally isn't coming, Bennie and Jasper are coming late, Roland will forget, and only half the people I invited will come. Every year, people forget my birthday. Aaron and Remy haven't remembered in three years. Last year was decent; I had about 3/4 of the people I invited come, but Ally couldn't make it (again). But the two years prior... My fourteenth: the first guest, Joseph, showed up an hour and 22 minutes late. No one called and said they were going to be late. I thought everyone had forgotten my birthday. Turns out, only a third of them did. My fifteenth: half of the people (I invited about seventeen) that I invited came. No one who didn't come called and said that they weren't coming. Hell, they all (except Ally) RSVPd that they were coming.
I don't want a party this year. I just did it because I wanted Ally to finally meet Joseph and it meant a lot to Bev. Bless her heart, she wants nothing more for me right now than for me to be skinny and popular and I am neither. Also, a lot of my friends at school were wondering why I wasn't having one. I don't want my birthday. I am seriously considering blowing it off, just going someplace where I don't know anyone (which, for someone with xenophobia, is like suicide) and just sit and wait for no one to call or text me, wondering where I am. They'll forget anyways.
Anyone want to buy a birthday? I'm sure all you Leap Year folk wouldn't mind a birthday that comes around every year. Without fail. Who knows? Maybe your friends will remember it. Maybe, if you decide to ditch, they'll wonder where you are. I don't want my birthday. I used to love having a summer birthday. I mean, pool parties, vacation, no school? What kid doesn't want that? But now since everyone's families leave for the beach or Florida or something stupid like that, I want a different birthday. Or better yet, no birthday at all. Nothing to forget.
I want a birthday no one will forget, everyone will remember, everyone will be in town for, and everyone will come to. I'm tired of sitting in an armchair by the door, waiting to see if someone will come. I want either people to remember or to just be left alone. I know that's a bit extreme but I'm just sick and tired of people forgetting, people lying, people not calling, people just being plain old rude to a girl who feels too much where her friends are concerned and who is a level one bipolar so she will cry if her guests aren't there within the first fifteen minutes, which I did that year when Joseph was an hour and 22 minutes late, so I just want everyone to either remember, call, or come, or just leave me alone. I am tired of getting my hopes up.
And those of you who say I'm being way over dramatic: STICK IT IN YOUR EAR.
Hugz
HM
The Amazing and Wonderful Allyson Vivian Clay
Greetings.
As I have stated many many many many many many times in the past, Ally is my sister. We met in daycare when we were three months old. Our mothers discovered that Ally was exactly two weeks older than I and they bonded over raising their girls. She lived around the corner from me until our families moved when we were five. She has a little sister, Colleen, with whom Bentley was in love with for the longest time, a mom, Wanda, and a dad, Robert. Both her parents are big in athletics; her mom is a high school P.E. teacher and volleyball coach, whose team has won state many many times, and her dad is the head of the Phys. Ed. Department at a university. And all of that athletics rubbed off on her.
Ally is a national champion in track and field. Discus especially, but she's fabulous in shot put too. She's broken record after record after record and she even went to the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS. She got SECOND in the WORLD in DISCUS. (If that doesn't get her a scholarship, idk what will.) To top it all off, she's got good grades, though she's not that fond of Spanish, and she's a people person. She has only one flaw, well, one that I comment upon: She underestimates herself. And it bugs the Hell out of me. She doesn't think she's popular, yet I know people all over the state know her name. She thinks that just because she has super muscly legs (whereas I have super flabby ones) and can't find jeans that fit over her Supergirl thighs and her petite waist that she's fat. She doesn't think guys like her. And it really bugs me. I mean, when your hero has the same insecurities you do (even though hers is TOTALLY unfounded), it's kind of a downer.
And another thing I love about her: she and Claire are the two people I trust most with my dealio with Joseph. However, since I haven't seen Claire (cry cry) in a while, I have to turn to Ally most often since we chat via email. She is good with the advice, she gets excited when I need her to, and she points out hope when I don't see it. But she has never disillusioned me about love; she knows it's not a fairy tale. And get this: My hero envies me. ME. (Oh, God, now I'm crying. Why? Why, oh, why?) She says she's jealous that I have found someone like Joseph, someone to adore with all my heart, which I do and she knows it.
(While we're on the subject of Joseph, I think I'm getting obsessed. Repeat after me: "I, [insert name here], will not boil any bunnies, even if Joseph ticks me off." I don't think I could anyways. I love bunnies. I had three or four...)
I love you, Ally. Happy late birthday. AND I STILL HAVE YOUR PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hugz
HM
As I have stated many many many many many many times in the past, Ally is my sister. We met in daycare when we were three months old. Our mothers discovered that Ally was exactly two weeks older than I and they bonded over raising their girls. She lived around the corner from me until our families moved when we were five. She has a little sister, Colleen, with whom Bentley was in love with for the longest time, a mom, Wanda, and a dad, Robert. Both her parents are big in athletics; her mom is a high school P.E. teacher and volleyball coach, whose team has won state many many times, and her dad is the head of the Phys. Ed. Department at a university. And all of that athletics rubbed off on her.
Ally is a national champion in track and field. Discus especially, but she's fabulous in shot put too. She's broken record after record after record and she even went to the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS. She got SECOND in the WORLD in DISCUS. (If that doesn't get her a scholarship, idk what will.) To top it all off, she's got good grades, though she's not that fond of Spanish, and she's a people person. She has only one flaw, well, one that I comment upon: She underestimates herself. And it bugs the Hell out of me. She doesn't think she's popular, yet I know people all over the state know her name. She thinks that just because she has super muscly legs (whereas I have super flabby ones) and can't find jeans that fit over her Supergirl thighs and her petite waist that she's fat. She doesn't think guys like her. And it really bugs me. I mean, when your hero has the same insecurities you do (even though hers is TOTALLY unfounded), it's kind of a downer.
And another thing I love about her: she and Claire are the two people I trust most with my dealio with Joseph. However, since I haven't seen Claire (cry cry) in a while, I have to turn to Ally most often since we chat via email. She is good with the advice, she gets excited when I need her to, and she points out hope when I don't see it. But she has never disillusioned me about love; she knows it's not a fairy tale. And get this: My hero envies me. ME. (Oh, God, now I'm crying. Why? Why, oh, why?) She says she's jealous that I have found someone like Joseph, someone to adore with all my heart, which I do and she knows it.
(While we're on the subject of Joseph, I think I'm getting obsessed. Repeat after me: "I, [insert name here], will not boil any bunnies, even if Joseph ticks me off." I don't think I could anyways. I love bunnies. I had three or four...)
I love you, Ally. Happy late birthday. AND I STILL HAVE YOUR PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hugz
HM
Friday, June 4, 2010
Progress
Greetings.
Well, I spent another 6+ hours over with Joseph. WHEEE!!!! I got there and he wasted a whole half hour of our precious time on a gamer's website, gameinformer.com, or something like that, which is the website for his favorite monthly video game magazine. ='(
But then that passed and we went into his room to play Super Smash Bros. Brawl, which shall henceforth be known simply as Brawl. We ate lunch, played more video games, and then, as soon as jasper came over, he, his mom, Mr. M, Mrs. M, Joseph, and I watched ALICE IN WONDERLAND. P.S. JOSEPH LIKES IT!!!!!!! VICTORY FOR THE GOOD GUYS!!!!!!!!
After the movie, Jasper had to leave because his mom is kind of a stick in the mud, but she's nice. Mr. M went to bed because he has to get up early tomorrow... er, today... wow, I have my SATs today! I'm not even worried. But I sure am tired. Anyways, after Jasper left and Mr. M went to bed, it was just me and Joseph (and Mrs. M on the opposite side of the house) in his room. But does he make a move? Noooooo we play more Brawl. Good news: he patted my shoulder a lot and I have found that he is vulnerable to my puppy dog pout/whimper combo, especially when paired with my stuffed puppy sidekick, a little puppy named Elmer from when he was a baby. Bad news: no move. Oh well. I'm just happy that he touched me a lot. But not like in a super sexual way. But I'm making progress. =) <3
Hugz
HM
Well, I spent another 6+ hours over with Joseph. WHEEE!!!! I got there and he wasted a whole half hour of our precious time on a gamer's website, gameinformer.com, or something like that, which is the website for his favorite monthly video game magazine. ='(
But then that passed and we went into his room to play Super Smash Bros. Brawl, which shall henceforth be known simply as Brawl. We ate lunch, played more video games, and then, as soon as jasper came over, he, his mom, Mr. M, Mrs. M, Joseph, and I watched ALICE IN WONDERLAND. P.S. JOSEPH LIKES IT!!!!!!! VICTORY FOR THE GOOD GUYS!!!!!!!!
After the movie, Jasper had to leave because his mom is kind of a stick in the mud, but she's nice. Mr. M went to bed because he has to get up early tomorrow... er, today... wow, I have my SATs today! I'm not even worried. But I sure am tired. Anyways, after Jasper left and Mr. M went to bed, it was just me and Joseph (and Mrs. M on the opposite side of the house) in his room. But does he make a move? Noooooo we play more Brawl. Good news: he patted my shoulder a lot and I have found that he is vulnerable to my puppy dog pout/whimper combo, especially when paired with my stuffed puppy sidekick, a little puppy named Elmer from when he was a baby. Bad news: no move. Oh well. I'm just happy that he touched me a lot. But not like in a super sexual way. But I'm making progress. =) <3
Hugz
HM
Six Hours with Joseph
Greetings.
As you may have guessed from the title, I had a magnificent day. 1) Today was the last day of school (hums Alice Cooper's "School's Out" for a few bars). I missed 3 on my History final, giving me a 94 on the final, but I don't care. I had the highest grade in the class even if I got an F. Spanish was easy. I'm going to miss Señor de Soto over the summer, but I'll have him for Spanish 4AP next year. And guess what? All of my friends @ school are taking AP classes next year. Joseph is taking English 12AP with me, Bennie is taking AP Psych, Joss is taking AP Calculus (I know, is she crazy?), Claire, I think is taking some sort of AP class, I'll have to check, and Emma, Lucky, and Pete are taking an assortment of these plus AP Gov/Econ and AP Bio. Sheesh...
2) I spent six hours with Joseph. I helped clean out his mother's classroom (she teaches fifth grade at Journey Boarding School, an über exclusive private school about ten miles away from where I live. It's very swanky.) and I used Kermit's fabulous storage space to cart around the heavy stuff. Then we returned to his house and we played video games and watched INVADER ZIM. (Seriously, I think those guys were really high when they wrote it.) The best part: we were all alone in his room. And he's taking it... easier? I don't know, but he seemed more open than usual, praise God. Then Mr. M, Mrs. M, Joseph, and I all went to IHOP and then Target. Tomorrow (well, today now...) I'm going back over there to watch ALICE IN WONDERLAND with the three of them plus Jasper. And, as an added bonus, I had a piece of cake from Jackson's. To. Die. For.
Could my day get any better? The answer is no.
Hugz
HM
P.S. Keep my cousin Ginger in your prayers. I am worried about her but I can't say anything about it on here...
As you may have guessed from the title, I had a magnificent day. 1) Today was the last day of school (hums Alice Cooper's "School's Out" for a few bars). I missed 3 on my History final, giving me a 94 on the final, but I don't care. I had the highest grade in the class even if I got an F. Spanish was easy. I'm going to miss Señor de Soto over the summer, but I'll have him for Spanish 4AP next year. And guess what? All of my friends @ school are taking AP classes next year. Joseph is taking English 12AP with me, Bennie is taking AP Psych, Joss is taking AP Calculus (I know, is she crazy?), Claire, I think is taking some sort of AP class, I'll have to check, and Emma, Lucky, and Pete are taking an assortment of these plus AP Gov/Econ and AP Bio. Sheesh...
2) I spent six hours with Joseph. I helped clean out his mother's classroom (she teaches fifth grade at Journey Boarding School, an über exclusive private school about ten miles away from where I live. It's very swanky.) and I used Kermit's fabulous storage space to cart around the heavy stuff. Then we returned to his house and we played video games and watched INVADER ZIM. (Seriously, I think those guys were really high when they wrote it.) The best part: we were all alone in his room. And he's taking it... easier? I don't know, but he seemed more open than usual, praise God. Then Mr. M, Mrs. M, Joseph, and I all went to IHOP and then Target. Tomorrow (well, today now...) I'm going back over there to watch ALICE IN WONDERLAND with the three of them plus Jasper. And, as an added bonus, I had a piece of cake from Jackson's. To. Die. For.
Could my day get any better? The answer is no.
Hugz
HM
P.S. Keep my cousin Ginger in your prayers. I am worried about her but I can't say anything about it on here...
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Finals: Day 2
Greetings.
Yesterday, I had two finals that weren't really finals. AP English was just our AP test so we all got automatic A pluses. And then I had choir and we just watched our final projects. So, no real finals. Soooooooo easy. I miss Chase. I miss not seeing him every day.
Okay I have my guest list for my party. Submit it for your approval: Claire, Ally, Bennie, Joss, Joseph, Jasper, Pauley, Bentley, Bentley's best friend Toby, Freddy, Chase, Ernie, and my friend from when I went to church briefly named Eve Knightly. (And don't go pronouncing her name all WALL-E like, it's "Eev" not "Eevah", okay?) I don't know how many people will come. And I onlycare if my four sisters and Joseph show. But I really want Pauley to be there. He's one of my oldest friends form way before I met Bennie, Joss, and Joseph. His mom was my second grade teacher. That's how far back we go, even farther, really, to preschool. So technically I knew him before I met Claire too... And truthfully I wish so very much that Jake could be here. Jake moved to a city two and a half hours from me and I miss him dreadfully...
And I've decided against inviting Remy and Aaron. I've learned my lesson. No more trusting them. But I will still keep them in my thoughts. And thinking about Aaron doesn't hurt anymore. I'm growing, I guess. Joss and Freddy, on the other hand... gotta work on that. I'm still torn as to whether or not I should invite Stan. I only know him because of Bennie and I know Bev won't be that enthusiastic about me having my friends' boyfriends over ever since Veteran's Day, 2008. (Did I ever tell that story?) Freddy is my friend so I can invite him and Dad loves fencing with him. But I don't know Stan all that well. I hope he won't take it personally...
Now that I think about it, maybe Chase and Ernie aren't the best ideas... I'll ask them if they would want to come. Yeah, that's a good plan. =)
Hugz
HM
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GINGER OVERSTREET!!! I LOVE YOU, COUSIN!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
Yesterday, I had two finals that weren't really finals. AP English was just our AP test so we all got automatic A pluses. And then I had choir and we just watched our final projects. So, no real finals. Soooooooo easy. I miss Chase. I miss not seeing him every day.
Okay I have my guest list for my party. Submit it for your approval: Claire, Ally, Bennie, Joss, Joseph, Jasper, Pauley, Bentley, Bentley's best friend Toby, Freddy, Chase, Ernie, and my friend from when I went to church briefly named Eve Knightly. (And don't go pronouncing her name all WALL-E like, it's "Eev" not "Eevah", okay?) I don't know how many people will come. And I onlycare if my four sisters and Joseph show. But I really want Pauley to be there. He's one of my oldest friends form way before I met Bennie, Joss, and Joseph. His mom was my second grade teacher. That's how far back we go, even farther, really, to preschool. So technically I knew him before I met Claire too... And truthfully I wish so very much that Jake could be here. Jake moved to a city two and a half hours from me and I miss him dreadfully...
And I've decided against inviting Remy and Aaron. I've learned my lesson. No more trusting them. But I will still keep them in my thoughts. And thinking about Aaron doesn't hurt anymore. I'm growing, I guess. Joss and Freddy, on the other hand... gotta work on that. I'm still torn as to whether or not I should invite Stan. I only know him because of Bennie and I know Bev won't be that enthusiastic about me having my friends' boyfriends over ever since Veteran's Day, 2008. (Did I ever tell that story?) Freddy is my friend so I can invite him and Dad loves fencing with him. But I don't know Stan all that well. I hope he won't take it personally...
Now that I think about it, maybe Chase and Ernie aren't the best ideas... I'll ask them if they would want to come. Yeah, that's a good plan. =)
Hugz
HM
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GINGER OVERSTREET!!! I LOVE YOU, COUSIN!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
One Week
Greetings.
Well, it's exactly one week from my birthday. Major psychage. I'll be seventeen. It's weird; the teen years are supposed to be definitive, a special event every year. 13: you're officially a teen. 14: you enter high school. 15: you get your permit. 16: you get your license. 18: you're an adult and you can vote. But 17 isn't as special or marked by something fascinating. Maybe it's the year where you can transport minors in California, but I don't know about other states. 17 is what I have dubbed the "blah year". Some of us graduate high school that year, and that's something, but the majority is 18.
Either way, it's one week away from my "blah year". I wonder what presents I'll get. All of my friends know this about me: I'm as impatient to get presents as I am to give them. I love giving presents as much as I love getting them. Christmas is an emotional overload for me, don't even get me started. But my birthday... it kind of lacks the joy I get for giving presents too. It's weird really. Luckily, Nana's birthday is three days before mine and cousin Ginger's is three days before Nana's. So I have SOME gift-giving opportunities. The problem: I never know what to get Ginger. She's flamboyant, larger than life, and provocative in her own way. She's awesome and I love her but because we have such different personalities, I never know what to give her. Nana is easy: art supplies, rom-coms, and Liam Neeson. (ha ha. Maybe i was thinking wishfully. I know I wouldn't mind Liam for MY birthday. I <3 British accents and Qui-Gon Jin. I'm a goner.)
But I don't know... maybe it's because "blah year" is coming, I am not as excited for my birthday as I usually am. I was reluctant to have a party, most likely because I hate seeing how many people don't care if they come or not (see "What Should I Do...?" from 5/19/10), and I just... don't feel it anymore. You know? That wonderful birthday vibe that kids exude naturally and a self-conscious women turning thirty has to fake. Maybe I'm worried about getting older. You know how, when you're a kid, you want to grow up?
WHAT WERE WE THINKING?
The future frightens me, and a birthday is just a stepping stone to that fear, I guess. But the presents help. =)
Hugz
HM
Well, it's exactly one week from my birthday. Major psychage. I'll be seventeen. It's weird; the teen years are supposed to be definitive, a special event every year. 13: you're officially a teen. 14: you enter high school. 15: you get your permit. 16: you get your license. 18: you're an adult and you can vote. But 17 isn't as special or marked by something fascinating. Maybe it's the year where you can transport minors in California, but I don't know about other states. 17 is what I have dubbed the "blah year". Some of us graduate high school that year, and that's something, but the majority is 18.
Either way, it's one week away from my "blah year". I wonder what presents I'll get. All of my friends know this about me: I'm as impatient to get presents as I am to give them. I love giving presents as much as I love getting them. Christmas is an emotional overload for me, don't even get me started. But my birthday... it kind of lacks the joy I get for giving presents too. It's weird really. Luckily, Nana's birthday is three days before mine and cousin Ginger's is three days before Nana's. So I have SOME gift-giving opportunities. The problem: I never know what to get Ginger. She's flamboyant, larger than life, and provocative in her own way. She's awesome and I love her but because we have such different personalities, I never know what to give her. Nana is easy: art supplies, rom-coms, and Liam Neeson. (ha ha. Maybe i was thinking wishfully. I know I wouldn't mind Liam for MY birthday. I <3 British accents and Qui-Gon Jin. I'm a goner.)
But I don't know... maybe it's because "blah year" is coming, I am not as excited for my birthday as I usually am. I was reluctant to have a party, most likely because I hate seeing how many people don't care if they come or not (see "What Should I Do...?" from 5/19/10), and I just... don't feel it anymore. You know? That wonderful birthday vibe that kids exude naturally and a self-conscious women turning thirty has to fake. Maybe I'm worried about getting older. You know how, when you're a kid, you want to grow up?
WHAT WERE WE THINKING?
The future frightens me, and a birthday is just a stepping stone to that fear, I guess. But the presents help. =)
Hugz
HM
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