Water boiling on the stove, ramen sitting quietly, the urge to play animal's crossing, laundry turning, the taste of chocolate and a deep hatred for my brother.

Ah, Saturdays.

I am really weird.

Hello Again, My Long Lost Readers

       Life is a strange thing---or rather, people are. I've found how little I change day to day but looking back, even just to 2011, I am entirely different from the person I was then. It partially bothers me, yes, but there's nothing I can do about it. I was more fun, less awkward back then (saying that as though it was a long time ago, but it isn't). I even knew who I was then (entering soul-searchy mode). I was more random, didn't think quite so much, time went slower, many things were better then, but not entirely. I cant say I remember currently anything I like about now, because we've entered soul-searchy mood, but I'm more mature, which bugs me sometimes ( A LOT ).

Basically all I'm saying is that I think too often!

And not about the right things.

Like, confusing things.......

Things that make you all weird and depressed....

On to brighter topics!

       I know, I know, no matter how often I say (nag voice) "Wah wah wah, Imna post more often, and derr, I've matured so much from when I last posted, durr." It happens every time, because whenever I decide, Hey! Lets randomly check back on that blog you made at some point in time! That you never remember to do anything with! And lets say you'll post more often! Lets see how that turns out!

       Actually, I made a blog sometime early 2010, because my best friend had made one, and I was all like "I want one too!" So, I didn't have a Gmail account yet, and I was for some reason against making one for this, so I went to Gmail, found that my sister was logged in, and made one on her account. Stupid, right? So whenever I wanted to blog, I had to hope that she was logged in. And I would only blog when I thought no one would walk into the room, or when no one was home. I WAS SO STUPID! And so, eventually (though I'm still surprised no one has discovered my old blog yet) , when I finally made my very own Gmail account, I made another blog.

Yeppers.

     And we all know how that turned out. Actually, I could write often and well, just pain-stakingly on my ipod, because a lot lately I've had moments in life where I would just be like 'Hey, I could blog about this!' But I.... don't remember them now......

Sadly I forgot was going to be sadly.....

But yes, I just skillfully avoided being found out, just now. My father came home, needed to burn CD's on this computer, yada yada yada, 

(heehee I've never said yada yada yada before....its kinda weird....)

I am skilled with the art of sneaking and hiding.

I am proud of the fact.

Yes.

       Because, he had to burn disks for a person's Quincenera, I believe I spelled that correctly, and I don't know, worded my way into a few more seconds of the computer, saved what I had written, and clicked on another of the eighty tabs my sister keeps open at all times. And then wrote everything down for him. The songs, he had to list, I wrote every single one in tiny print.

Yep.

Its weird, I haven't rambled in quite a while.

Its kind of fun, though I know not how you feel about it. 

Though no one will read this for a long time unless I tell my friend that 'Im gonna write more often', or by chance.

Either way, I'm again, going to try to blog more often, like, once a week. 

I can do that.

I...think.....

Though I'm saying this from my sister's laptop

(Oh hey, by the way I'm using my sister's laptop!)

Which is really easy and comfortable, and I cant blog off my ipod now for some reason.....it says the format isn't right......

So I'll have to blog from the downstairs computer that my mother lives on.....so

GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!

It'll all be so much easier the summer before my senior year, because then I'll have a laptop of my own! So I can easily and quickly blog whenever! Plus I'll be able to drive and have a job, so It'll all be filled to the rambling point with stories....of....life.....of mine....

It could be interesting, but, WHO KNOWS?

Geez, I seriously am rambling, like, a lot. 

A lot a lot.

Yeah.

Its fun in the moment, but the post may sound annoying, or anti-iwanttoreadthis-mactic.

I'm sorry.

I'm a weird lady.

       I Love my dreams. Not like, I LOVE THEM. With a fiery burning passion of a thousand hot white suns.

And a burrito.

      Because my sub conscience is a lovely place, never mind the endless chasms of stuff no one has ever dared venture, not even myself, but I do still love it. Even when it scares me, with a nightmare of some sort, or a really un-comfortable dream, which I've had both recently, woke up in a cold sweat.

It was a bad thing, but I'm glad anyway. For the sake of myself. Or, I don't know how to word it. 

The other day I declared I should just start making up my own words, and that's a good idea. I should. But I wouldn't like it, because it would feel right. Maybe.

I am a xelpa.

It doesn't work.

I'm afraid I'm saying something in some far-off language.

Or I am a gehaigksla.

It doesn't work, either!

A jumble of letters isn't aesthetically pleasing.

Not-at-all.

For me, at least. And I'm the only one who matters here, its my blog no one reads for Magic's sake! (Magic is my cat that resembles a Bombay) (But he is way more handsome)

But now speaking of cats, Lexi has gone...

So there's Tony, Magic, and Chloe.

Tony is the senior member and doesn't have too long, we found out he has diabetes and is now relying on insulin shots while he eats, because his blood sugar is like, EXTREMELY high, and the insulin isn't working very well, who knows why, and why am I talking about the condition of my cat on my blog?

Ill just go ahead and list all the animals currently living in my household: Tony, Magic, Chloe, Wheatley, Chip, Gasper, Monte, Courtez, Scooby, and the ghost that lives in the attic.

Three cats, one Beta, Four Guinea pigs, a dog and a not actually there ghost.

Why am I still talking about this?

Christmas!

I still must make my best friend an awesome-tastic scarf for Christmas.

I cant wait to smell like candy corn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But now I am finished blogging.

Goodbye, readers.

(Not sure if I should continue going Au revoir, or.......)

PEACE OUT MA BITCHES

(Sorry this isnt too long :( )

The problems with weekends

School isn't that bad, actually I kInd of like it. But everyone else, I can't WAIT for the weekend. But there is always a problem with it.

Like now.

Ok. There are three outcomes to the weekend:

Too short:
~Go to a friend's house, time passes too quickly, before you know it weekend ends.
~Play a video game you like, time wasted when you could've been running around a tree.

Too long:
~Get sick, suffering thought the weekend hoping it will end so you can get better in education.
~Some thing editing is said to happen the next Monday, you sit around hoping the fourty-eight hours will pass quickly enough---they don't.
~All friends are unavailable, you wish they count entertain you with their funny faces.

Then there are the just-rights, where you somehow convince yourself that the weekend was good, and you want to go back to school, then you wake up early Monday morning and realize: I fucking don't want to get up.

But there is always a different case with three day week ends:

Too short:
~You are bored for he first two dAys, but then you do something really entertaining like playing a video game on the last day, and you forehead slap yourself because you have to go to school so you can't play.
~You get sick on Friday, and you finally get better on Monday, but then you have to go to school on tuesday.

Too long:
~You have nothing scheduled to go anywhere, and you siblings are somewhere and you don't feel like playing mine craft, or video games, and you are sick and really hungry but there is nothing that you want to eat, and you are tired or reading a really funny blog because I read from latest to oldest, because that's how they are layed out, and in the older ones there are less pictures, and for some reason they are less funny, and you have a headache and a soar throat, and there is nothing but the idea to blog your problems out. You dont want to go back to school, but you want to have fun, and you have the back and knees of a ninety year old when you are only thirteen, so sitting in your favorite chair Disney help that much, so you sit in some weird postion and moan, but you don't like to do that because it hurts your old lady back and it hurts your throat and you hate raking medicine so you do nothing about yor throat and you are still tired even though you woke up four hours ago.

( that last one happens o he the one I'm experiencing right now.)

Stuff I should've realized before

You know, it took me a while to notice, even though she tOld me many times, that my best friend gas the brain capacity of a gnat.

Seriously.

We have sleepovers, every other,other, weekend, and we mostly do nothing but watch tv. A lot of Netflix, which I have to say, is pretty awesome. I don't have. Etflix at my house, so whenever I go to Reine's, I watch whatever there. Reine even got some of the things on DVD. Ok, So Reine is a little behind on one thing: anime. I first liked it in 4-6th grade, and got over it by 7th grade. I still like it, I just don't draw it as much. Now I draw more realistically and sometimes try to draw a picture like that. A couple of my friends still only draw like that. But only Stella actually watches it, out of my friends. (not including Reine)

Ok, so now to the point.

So, I was there yesterday, and we were pigging out on anime on Netflix, and Reine tells me that she had another anime on DVD.
I told her I was probably going to steal it from her, till the next time I go over there, like I do a lot, and she said "that's fine, but you might not like it." so she explained it to me, and after the first sentence of it I laughed, really loudly.

She looked at me funny and said "what?"

Apparently she doesnt remember, that, only like two sleepovers ago we were watching that all day and night. She didn't remember at all. She really was confused. So I finished explaining the thing by saying " Reine,you mean the wallflower? The ones with the nose bleeds and the RADIENT CREATURES, and the rose bush? Yes. You clazy doctor jones." she still doesn't remember watching it with me.

Hmmm........

Art in the hands of my face

In art, we are doing a masters reproduction painting, meaning that we have to recreate a famous painting.

I, did Railroad Sinset by Edward Hopper.

Well, I was. But it's done.

And decently resembles the original painting, though I used a rylic paint instead of oil paint.

I will post a picture when I can take it home, but till then.....


I just started thinking. I had a dream. And I could fly. I love all my dreams were I can fly!

Seriously. One of my biggest wishes is that I could fly. And I do so believe that that won't corn true.

Sooo dreams are the best thing ever, especially because my subconscience is freakin AMAZING.
I lOvve. My subconscience. A lot. More than my face.
Heh. Not a good comparison.

Sorry that this post won't be long. My face asks me to go take a shower.

Au revoir et bonne journee et vous. Visages...? I am almost positive that I forgot how to say good bye and a very good day to your faces in French.... I'll look it up....

What do I title this...?

Something I made my best friend do:
Be VERY discriptive. I would give her a single word, and she would make the most detailed sentence.

I SHALL DO THAT NOW.

First, I will do some. Then, I will leave a few for my readers to comment....discriptively...

AND WE START!

Orange:

Orange. Both an edible sphere and a bright cOlor. Sitting on my origami book, in front of my lamp, but behind my iPod, it sits there in its wrinkly, textured orange peel, mushy and soft. They are often quite tasty and juicy, and are quite CITRIS MANGO!?

Ok......... My iPod just autocorrected me. From cerealy mine,to....citrus mango. Ok.....

ANYWAY!

Book:

On my shelf, being hugged by other chunky novels, lays a yellow hardcover book, filled with... Floppily thin pages....with.....words.

Never mind.... Being descriptive is tiring. I think I'll just ramble on about the reason that you are still reading this.

Why are you still reading?
Am I actually entertaining?

I really think that your hair is on fire and your face is.....oh my glob .... Tommorow, is HAT FRIDAY. At the high school. Where I learn. French. Every other day. Woot! Also cookie Friday!

How awesome is that?!

Cookies and hats all in the same place.....