Currently Gaming Guitar Hero 2 (Game Only) By Activision see related

Finals are over! Yesss.....

Ah, so nice.

I can actually return to some thing like life. Right now it involves sitting in John's basement playing Guitar Hero II and Fable. I love life. I'm gonna go eat some pizza and watch MST3K now.

More later, I actually have some stories to tell, I'll probably update later when I'm playing Literati with John.

Snogs to all (I'm feeling generous today.)

Currently Listening The Eleventh Hour By Jars of Clay Love Song for a Savior see related

We are allowed a certain number of major screw ups in our lives, right? Everyone has a set number of severe disasters they incur, correct? Well, if this is true, then I've just used one up.

Don't ever try to cut your own hair. It's a very bad idea. My Dad tells me I look like a special disabled child who was left alone with the safety scissors. Gah. It's just a good thing we're not headed into the Holiday Season. No one is going to be taking pictures during my birthday, Annivesary, Christmas, New Year's or the three weddings I have comming up! Silly.

I had a very bad day yesterday. I just got really depressed and felt completely alone. Even though I wasn't, I felt like I had been isolated. Like I had been tarred and a million problems of insurmountable punishment had been thrown at me like feathers. In short, it sucked. I feel awful, but my life is so good all the time that when I have a bad moment I feel like a jerk complaining about it. I'm better now. I spent a lot of time praying instead of complaining and someone showed they cared completely out of the blue. Miraculously, I was instantly better.  There is no God, ha.

Tolerance? I always think of this when I post. How tolerant are people? How come the people who claim to have tolerance only tolerate what they want to hear? Actually, that goes for everyone. Hm, don't really feel like posting a mind-boggling blog. Maybe I'll do it later.

I'm almost done with this sememester. Thank goodness. My room is really needing a cleaning! It's hard to believe that at the end of this next semester Kelly and Danielle are graduating. Weirdness.

Speaking of things being over! That ding-danged play is finally over. Wow, that was exhausting. Two performances a day. The acting wasn't that hard, it was the waiting. It was so exhausting. Man, oh man.

I really have a lot to say, but I don't want to post a lot. So in short...

Thanks, to a lot of people who deserve it.

Everything is permissible, but not everything is beneficial. Good advice to live life with.

            It’s 10:27 p.m. on a Tuesday night. I’m eating a salad. It’s pretty good. I got the last handful from the bagged salad we generally buy, so it’s about three pieces of iceberg lettuce and lots of chopped up carrots. The red cabbage is really my favorite bit, but you can never taste it, they cut it up too thin. I’m drinking half a can of diet coke. I opened it earlier today so it’s flat now, but that’s ok. I like it that way. I normally don’t enjoy coke but, as silly as it sounds, it matched. So I took one.  

            What does it match? Why, me of course. I’m a teenager everything must be self-focused. It’s true, I’ve basically stopped posting things on the internet just because it felt so selfish when I did so. (This is why people think I have a disorder.) It doesn’t feel right to impose my life upon unsuspecting victims of myspace, xanga, facebook, etc. It feels very egotistical to believe that someone with nothing better to do than cruise the information highway would care to sift through my opinions.

            Well, back to the Coke. It matches my shirt, which contrasts my pants, which coordinate with my underwear, which came as a set with my bra, and my socks are white, so they match everything. See, all neat and organized.

            I have to be, I’m a girl. That’s the way girls are programmed, whether it be nature or nurture girls are generally more coordinated, organized, and prepared than boys. Come on, what boy has to make sure all their garments match just incase they’re in an accident and have to be rushed to the hospital?

            I’m fuming tonight. I’m not to sure why, but I am filled with simmering anger. It’s not really flaming or raging, nothing as flamboyant or rapid as that. It feels more like a hot ember, glowering in a bed of coals. I can almost feel the waves of heat ripple through me, like flame on a burnt log.

            That’s why I’m wearing red and black. I generally do when I’m fuming.

            I’m reading an interesting book right now. I shouldn’t be, I should be focusing on school, but by golly all I have is school and occasionally I need a break from that. School is, on average, too boring and easy to capture my attention. I need something challenging once in a while.

            Well, it’s not a challenging book, it’s entertainment solely. I’m reading Leonard Nimoy’s autobiography. I am Spock. Very interesting read. I enjoy it, but then again I am a Trekkie at heart.

            Change in tempo. On my iTunes I have a song playing that makes me think of something entirely unrelated to my life every time I hear it. Rascal Flatts’ I’m Moving On. I once had a story going in which I based on this song. It was interesting. To me the song seems to spring from the antihero. Someone who, throughout the entire work is severely despised. Now, once the world has been properly saved, the antihero has no where to go. He’s had to turn his back on his entire history to do what is right, but because of his past the heroes can’t accept him. It is entirely unfair. I guess it can all be summed up by the song, hence it’s inspiration. “They mean me no harm, but it’s time that I face it, they’ll never allow me to change. I never dreamed home would end up where I don’t belong.” Interesting.

            Music can have a very interesting affect on people. I am very much one of those people. I have my rage music, my thoughtful music, my romantic music, my facetious music, my dancing music, the list can always go on. I think of so many things when I hear certain songs. I guess it’s the problem I have with my right brain.

            I was so enraged earlier. I turned my music up very loudly and wished I could be anywhere with people that would want to hear about all the things that were bothering me. It only made me even more upset that I wasn’t. It made me feel even worse to believe that I could never explode to people about what I think, I’d feel like too much of an inconvenience. There are two maybe three people that I want to expose everything of myself too, but I’m too afraid. Not that I’d believe these people would ever disapprove or refuse to listen, but I’m ashamed that they would believe me to be a whiner.

 Gah, and now the phone it rings.

Applause Granted

Miss me? Come on, lie if you didn't, it's the least you could do.

I don't know why I'm updating this, the people who read this are the people I talk to. Conversation is so much better. This will really just be a review for those of you who converse with me.

I am fine. Translation: I have eaten, and am wearing flannel pants. Today was good. Translation: I went to class, and paid a lot of money to a lot of people. I am looking forward to tomorrow. Translation: I'll get paid soon to replace the funds I spent on school and visa. I love my friends.Translation: I spilled Ryan's beans and stole his sweater but, luckily, he's not mad at me for either. I'm slightly bored right now. Translation: I'm thinking about drawing again, but have no idea what or what to do with it once I've done it. I wrote a short story for class today. Translation: It sucks, and I hope the class doesn't make fun of me for it. My parents are watching baseball.

So, in summary.

Life sucks, God is good. Therefore God is better than life.