Okay, this is one of my new favorite songs. FYI. From Glee, originally by Celine Dion, I think.
Don't know much about your life.
Don't know much about your world, but
Don't want to be alone tonight
On this planet they call earth.
You don't know about my past, and
I don't have a future figured out.
And maybe this is going too fast.
And maybe it's not meant to last,
But what do you say to taking chances?
What do you say to jumping off the edge,
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay?
What do you say?
What do you say?
I just want to start again,
And maybe you could show me how to try.
And maybe you could take me in,
Somewhere underneath your skin?
What do you say to taking chances?
What do you say to jumping off the edge,
Never knowing if there's solid ground below,
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay?
What do you say?
What do you say?
And I had my heart beaten down,
But I always come back for more, yeah.
There's nothing like love to pull you up,
When you're lying down on the floor there.
So talk to me,
Talk to me,
Like lovers do.
Yeah walk with me,
Walk with me,
Like lovers do,
Like lovers do.
What do you say to taking chances?
What do you say to jumping off the edge,
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay?
What do you say?
What do you say?
Don't know much about your life
Don't know much about your world
Monday, February 22, 2010
school. why?
ARGH! School's starting to bug me. It doesn't bug me a whole ton. Yet. But I can't wait for summer break. I think it was at this time last year that I started wanting to go on summer break, too. Well, no, it was later in the year. But you know how a lot of people are totally ready for a break when school lets out, and by the time the break is over, they're (usually) ready to go back to school again? Well, for me, it was just the opposite: at the beginning of the Second Coming of the Snowpocalypse, I really wanted to go to school because for some reason, I was under the impression that I was the only one who was missing school, and I wanted to get back pronto so I could make up work, but by the end of the week, I was ready to get back to civilization, but I wasn't ready to start thinking again. Well, I kind of was. Okay, I really was. But I wanted to think about things like Sudoku and such, not chemistry. But I still kind of wanted to study on my own time, you know? It would have bee a whole lot easier, and more fun, except for the part where I wouldn't be able to talk to anyone because I would be at home all the time. And for the part where I wouldn't get any work done because I would be watching TV all the time. But still. It was weird. And now I'm totally ready for the weekend, and we just got out of a weekend. This is so annoying.
My story
Okay, so we have to write stories for English. The updated fairy tale thing. This is my third round of an attempt it, and I actually like it. It is an update of Cinderella, and it's not that great. But here it is anyway, even though it's not done yet.
For some reason, my parents decided to call me Nemesis. Why they decided I would be named after a word commonly associated with people you hate is still a mystery to me. Maybe it was a subliminal reference to the never-said fact that they didn’t want me. That’s my guess.
My dad said that Nemesis was Zeus’ right-hand girl, Goddess of Divine Retribution and Moderation of All Things Stupid and Excessive that Nobody Really Wants Anyway (okay, okay, it’s really just Divine Retribution and Proper Apportioning of Stuff to Maintain the Equilibrium of Human-ness, but whatever). She had to balance out Tyche, the god of Fortune and Luck, because apparently he gave out undeserved favors a bit too often. Nemesis had to make sure that excessive pride, evil deeds, undeserved happiness, and the lack of moderation were not left unattended. My dad is the Greek Mythology professor at American University, so that's how he knows all of this.
Well, if that’s what my parents had wanted from me, I have to say, for two years, I failed miserably. Let me explain.
I was twelve when my mother died of leukemia. When I was fourteen, my dad got married again. I wasn’t too miffed about it, although I regularly wrote letters to my birth mother in my journal whenever I was depressed. After my dad’s second marriage, that happened a lot. The lady he married, Helga, was nice enough to me when my father was home, as were her daughters, Ophelia and Kitty, but when he wasn’t around, which happened quite often due to his long hours at work, they got quite nasty. Ophelia and Kitty were twins in the year ahead of me, and my only consolation as I entered my junior year of high school was that soon they would be in college and would probably be halfway across the country and torturing someone else. I swear, someone should have decided to call one of them Nemesis, not me, because they’re straight out evil.
I knew that my junior year was probably going to be the worst yet, because I was probably going to be having more work than ever with the million pounds of research rumored to be assigned in junior year, and with my own college search; in addition, the twins would almost certainly insist that I write their college essays for them. They were resolute that I should write every essay for them, as well as complete every single math assignment, chemistry worksheet, history paper, and grammar sheet, so they could spend their afternoons putting on their hundredth layer of mascara and lip gloss and doing their nails in a different shade of pink or yellow. It was unfair to say the least.
I only had a few friends- Zack and Mollie at school, and Natasha, Miguel, and Becky, who were the manager, cook, and a fellow waitress, respectively, at the diner I at which I worked during the summers, on the weekends, and whenever I could slip in some time. Again, people don’t really want to associate themselves with someone called Nemesis unless they’re educated in Greek Mythology and the Ways in Which Parents’ Minds Work. The diner was owned by my dearly beloved stepmother. Whenever I wasn’t working, doing homework, or staying up until half past twelve finishing my stepsisters’ homework, I was with Zack and Mollie.
One day in mid-October, the date of homecoming was announced-October 11th, a Saturday. I would have liked to go, except for the part where I had the six-to-ten shift at the diner that day, meaning that by the time I got to the dance, it would have been practically over.
“Can’t you trade shifts with somebody?” Mollie wanted to know, her hazel eyes narrowed in disapproval. She and Zack were sitting at the bar at the diner on a Sunday afternoon while I darted back and forth between serving other customers and arguing with them about my attendance at the dance, or lack thereof.
“Not likely,” I said glumly as I gave them each their soda-Sprite for Zack, Cherry Coke for Mollie.
“Come on, Nem,” Zack argued, taking a huge swallow of his Sprite, and then choking from the sudden brain freeze. Once he had recovered, he said, “You’re the only one of us who can look good in a dress.”
“Hey!” Mollie said indignantly.
“Like you’ve ever tried, Zack,” I told him, handing over a check to an elderly man. “And Mollie looks way better than I ever would in a dress, so why don’t you two go together and have a great time, and not let me be the third leg, and then you can tell me all about it that Monday. How about that?”
“No way,” both of them said together.
“Well, as I don’t have a dress-” I began, taking the check back to put the cash in the register.
“That’s fixable,” Mollie told me on the way back to the man with his change.
“Or a mask-” I started again, putting my tip in my apron pocket.
“Like a Phantom of the Opera mask?” Mollie asked. “Why would you want that?”
“I don’t know,” I said sarcastically. “Maybe I don’t want the Queens of All That Sucks to see me there and recognize me and report back to the Villainess of the Universe.” I was referring, of course, to the twins and Helga.
“I have one,” Zack suggested. “You could borrow it if you want to.”
“I would like to, yes,” I told him. “However, I don’t need to, because I’m not going.”
“Is this about that dance that’s going on this weekend?” Natasha asked, having apparently overheard the conversation.
“Yes,” I told her glumly. “But I’m not going.”
“And why not?” Natasha demanded.
“Well, maybe it’s because I’ve got the last shift of the day and about twenty applications to write for colleges I’m never going to,” I told her a bit shortly. This wasn’t going the way I wanted it to.
“Nem, what about that boy you like?” Natasha wondered. “Is he going to be there?”
“That’s irrelevant,” I snapped. I didn’t want to discuss the fact that I had a crush on the captain of the basketball team.
“Oh, so it all stems down to the fact that you don’t want Cody to know it’s you, is that it?” Mollie wanted to know.
“No, it’s that I don’t want to get fired,” I shot back. “Or disowned, or evicted, or all three at once.”
“You’re not going to get disowned for going to a dance,” Mollie said. “So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I can’t, because I'm going to be here all night instead,” I said. “I’m not going, all right?”
“We’ll work something out,” Natasha said confidently.
As the day of the dance loomed, I was almost certain that I was going to be looking forward to a night serving grumpy workers getting coffee before the night shift and eager dates looking forward to a night of partying, while in my off-time I would be penning college essays.
So that's all I have so far. Hope you like it. And it's partially on here so I can copy and paste when I get home. But that's irrelevant.
Goodbye.
I have to go eat lunch now.
Dang, i think this is the longest post that I've done in a while.
For some reason, my parents decided to call me Nemesis. Why they decided I would be named after a word commonly associated with people you hate is still a mystery to me. Maybe it was a subliminal reference to the never-said fact that they didn’t want me. That’s my guess.
My dad said that Nemesis was Zeus’ right-hand girl, Goddess of Divine Retribution and Moderation of All Things Stupid and Excessive that Nobody Really Wants Anyway (okay, okay, it’s really just Divine Retribution and Proper Apportioning of Stuff to Maintain the Equilibrium of Human-ness, but whatever). She had to balance out Tyche, the god of Fortune and Luck, because apparently he gave out undeserved favors a bit too often. Nemesis had to make sure that excessive pride, evil deeds, undeserved happiness, and the lack of moderation were not left unattended. My dad is the Greek Mythology professor at American University, so that's how he knows all of this.
Well, if that’s what my parents had wanted from me, I have to say, for two years, I failed miserably. Let me explain.
I was twelve when my mother died of leukemia. When I was fourteen, my dad got married again. I wasn’t too miffed about it, although I regularly wrote letters to my birth mother in my journal whenever I was depressed. After my dad’s second marriage, that happened a lot. The lady he married, Helga, was nice enough to me when my father was home, as were her daughters, Ophelia and Kitty, but when he wasn’t around, which happened quite often due to his long hours at work, they got quite nasty. Ophelia and Kitty were twins in the year ahead of me, and my only consolation as I entered my junior year of high school was that soon they would be in college and would probably be halfway across the country and torturing someone else. I swear, someone should have decided to call one of them Nemesis, not me, because they’re straight out evil.
I knew that my junior year was probably going to be the worst yet, because I was probably going to be having more work than ever with the million pounds of research rumored to be assigned in junior year, and with my own college search; in addition, the twins would almost certainly insist that I write their college essays for them. They were resolute that I should write every essay for them, as well as complete every single math assignment, chemistry worksheet, history paper, and grammar sheet, so they could spend their afternoons putting on their hundredth layer of mascara and lip gloss and doing their nails in a different shade of pink or yellow. It was unfair to say the least.
I only had a few friends- Zack and Mollie at school, and Natasha, Miguel, and Becky, who were the manager, cook, and a fellow waitress, respectively, at the diner I at which I worked during the summers, on the weekends, and whenever I could slip in some time. Again, people don’t really want to associate themselves with someone called Nemesis unless they’re educated in Greek Mythology and the Ways in Which Parents’ Minds Work. The diner was owned by my dearly beloved stepmother. Whenever I wasn’t working, doing homework, or staying up until half past twelve finishing my stepsisters’ homework, I was with Zack and Mollie.
One day in mid-October, the date of homecoming was announced-October 11th, a Saturday. I would have liked to go, except for the part where I had the six-to-ten shift at the diner that day, meaning that by the time I got to the dance, it would have been practically over.
“Can’t you trade shifts with somebody?” Mollie wanted to know, her hazel eyes narrowed in disapproval. She and Zack were sitting at the bar at the diner on a Sunday afternoon while I darted back and forth between serving other customers and arguing with them about my attendance at the dance, or lack thereof.
“Not likely,” I said glumly as I gave them each their soda-Sprite for Zack, Cherry Coke for Mollie.
“Come on, Nem,” Zack argued, taking a huge swallow of his Sprite, and then choking from the sudden brain freeze. Once he had recovered, he said, “You’re the only one of us who can look good in a dress.”
“Hey!” Mollie said indignantly.
“Like you’ve ever tried, Zack,” I told him, handing over a check to an elderly man. “And Mollie looks way better than I ever would in a dress, so why don’t you two go together and have a great time, and not let me be the third leg, and then you can tell me all about it that Monday. How about that?”
“No way,” both of them said together.
“Well, as I don’t have a dress-” I began, taking the check back to put the cash in the register.
“That’s fixable,” Mollie told me on the way back to the man with his change.
“Or a mask-” I started again, putting my tip in my apron pocket.
“Like a Phantom of the Opera mask?” Mollie asked. “Why would you want that?”
“I don’t know,” I said sarcastically. “Maybe I don’t want the Queens of All That Sucks to see me there and recognize me and report back to the Villainess of the Universe.” I was referring, of course, to the twins and Helga.
“I have one,” Zack suggested. “You could borrow it if you want to.”
“I would like to, yes,” I told him. “However, I don’t need to, because I’m not going.”
“Is this about that dance that’s going on this weekend?” Natasha asked, having apparently overheard the conversation.
“Yes,” I told her glumly. “But I’m not going.”
“And why not?” Natasha demanded.
“Well, maybe it’s because I’ve got the last shift of the day and about twenty applications to write for colleges I’m never going to,” I told her a bit shortly. This wasn’t going the way I wanted it to.
“Nem, what about that boy you like?” Natasha wondered. “Is he going to be there?”
“That’s irrelevant,” I snapped. I didn’t want to discuss the fact that I had a crush on the captain of the basketball team.
“Oh, so it all stems down to the fact that you don’t want Cody to know it’s you, is that it?” Mollie wanted to know.
“No, it’s that I don’t want to get fired,” I shot back. “Or disowned, or evicted, or all three at once.”
“You’re not going to get disowned for going to a dance,” Mollie said. “So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I can’t, because I'm going to be here all night instead,” I said. “I’m not going, all right?”
“We’ll work something out,” Natasha said confidently.
As the day of the dance loomed, I was almost certain that I was going to be looking forward to a night serving grumpy workers getting coffee before the night shift and eager dates looking forward to a night of partying, while in my off-time I would be penning college essays.
So that's all I have so far. Hope you like it. And it's partially on here so I can copy and paste when I get home. But that's irrelevant.
Goodbye.
I have to go eat lunch now.
Dang, i think this is the longest post that I've done in a while.
Friday, February 19, 2010
The quest begins
Well, the time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things: of shoes, of ships, of sealing, wax, of cabbages and kings, of why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings, of colleges and quests and decisions, and teenagers who get totally freaked about stuff like that. Why yes, I did just randomly make up that last bit. The original poem is by Lewis Carrol from "Alice in Wonderland." I like it.
Anyhoo, colleges have consistently been emailing me, but now they are actually MAILING me. Like, in the mailbox type mail. I like getting letters, it's true. No, I LOVE getting letters. But if this is going to be anything like what my brother had, by the time the school year is out, 82% of the things in the mail will be college spam. There'll be even more once I take the SATs. I don't know what I want in a college, aside from a liberal arts college that's not in-state. I love living where I do, but I want to try living somewhere else for a change, you know? It's either that or the college that's about ten minutes from my house so I can continue with tae kwon do. It's one of those two. See, I love tae kwon do, and I'll probably graduate with my second degree. But at the same time, sometimes Olympic fantasies remain fantasies, and I don't want to give up one dream for another. The thing is, I have about twenty dreams for my future.
GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is this normal?
Anyhoo, colleges have consistently been emailing me, but now they are actually MAILING me. Like, in the mailbox type mail. I like getting letters, it's true. No, I LOVE getting letters. But if this is going to be anything like what my brother had, by the time the school year is out, 82% of the things in the mail will be college spam. There'll be even more once I take the SATs. I don't know what I want in a college, aside from a liberal arts college that's not in-state. I love living where I do, but I want to try living somewhere else for a change, you know? It's either that or the college that's about ten minutes from my house so I can continue with tae kwon do. It's one of those two. See, I love tae kwon do, and I'll probably graduate with my second degree. But at the same time, sometimes Olympic fantasies remain fantasies, and I don't want to give up one dream for another. The thing is, I have about twenty dreams for my future.
GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is this normal?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
LENT!!!
By the way, in case you were wondering, I'm giving up soda for Lent. And I'm going to try to do at least 50 push-ups a day. And sleep more. And eat healthier. That's a lot of goals for a month and a half, but I DON'T CARE. I'm doing it anyway.
I feel trapped.
Well, here I am again. For some reason, I can't think of anything to write about. Um... I like pie!
Anyway, as of Day Two of The Return To School From The Second Coming Of The Snowpocalypse And Winter Break, I'm still not psyched to be back at school. Sure, I get to see my friends and all, but it's SCHOOL. I need something big to happen. And I DON'T mean a big snow. I'm DONE with snow. I mean something big like, I don't know, Jackie Chan moving in next door or something. That was totally random. But that would be cool. But something new. It doesn't even have to be a celebrity coming into town. It could just be a new kid in school or something. I'm just ready for something unrelated to school, scouts, or snow.
What I need is for summer to be here RIGHT NOW. I'm TIRED of not being able to go anywhere because there's too much snow on the ground. What I need is warmer weather and my learner's permit somehow managing to turn magically into my license, and all the experience necessary just jumping into my head so I can go somewhere. Well, not that there's anywhere to go around here, except for the library and Starbucks.
Well, and the hike to the river. But it's too cold for that, and there's probably still snow. There'll probably be snow on the trail in April.
But I need the snow to melt. That would be best. No, what would be best is if the sun came out and the temperature suddenly jumped up to about sixty degrees, and for it to stay like that until the time of year where that would have happened anyway, and then for nature to proceed as usual. That would both make a lot of people happier AND it would melt the snow. AND I would be able to go places. AND I would be able to hike to the river. That would be SO awesome.
I need exercise. That's what I need. I need to get off my butt and out of the house and actually doing something. The only problem? I can't.
Anyway, as of Day Two of The Return To School From The Second Coming Of The Snowpocalypse And Winter Break, I'm still not psyched to be back at school. Sure, I get to see my friends and all, but it's SCHOOL. I need something big to happen. And I DON'T mean a big snow. I'm DONE with snow. I mean something big like, I don't know, Jackie Chan moving in next door or something. That was totally random. But that would be cool. But something new. It doesn't even have to be a celebrity coming into town. It could just be a new kid in school or something. I'm just ready for something unrelated to school, scouts, or snow.
What I need is for summer to be here RIGHT NOW. I'm TIRED of not being able to go anywhere because there's too much snow on the ground. What I need is warmer weather and my learner's permit somehow managing to turn magically into my license, and all the experience necessary just jumping into my head so I can go somewhere. Well, not that there's anywhere to go around here, except for the library and Starbucks.
Well, and the hike to the river. But it's too cold for that, and there's probably still snow. There'll probably be snow on the trail in April.
But I need the snow to melt. That would be best. No, what would be best is if the sun came out and the temperature suddenly jumped up to about sixty degrees, and for it to stay like that until the time of year where that would have happened anyway, and then for nature to proceed as usual. That would both make a lot of people happier AND it would melt the snow. AND I would be able to go places. AND I would be able to hike to the river. That would be SO awesome.
I need exercise. That's what I need. I need to get off my butt and out of the house and actually doing something. The only problem? I can't.
writing for homework? holy cow!
Yes, amazingly, I actually get to write a half-fantasy (okay, realistic fiction) story for my English homework.
I have to update "The Princess and the Frog," that's the fantasy part, even though I am allowed to put in a little bit of "The Elf in the Rose," which is a very good story. It's actually a bit like a fantasy murder mystery, except you know who killed the guy and it's more about the revenge of the Jasmine Spirits on the life of the murderer. So it's kind of cool. However, I have no idea to update either of those in a way that I like without it sounding like Cinderella. Since I picked Cinderella for one of my fairy tales, I'm hoping that my English teacher will let me put that element in the story, because it's going in that direction. It would be kind of lame, but I'm going to ask. In the meantime, I'm going to continue with my story. It's really bad. So far, the two characters have met and become friends.
That's it. I'm not kidding.
And the main character has a crush on the friend. That's it.
So I'm probably going to have a Cinderella moment at homecoming, and that will be when the frog turns into a prince (or princess, in this case), so to speak, and then they go dance and it's awesome. And then the girl's older brother, who is friends with the dude, disowns the dude for kissing his sister and then stuff happens and then the girl whips her brother's butt and then the guy and the brother go off to college. The end.
So I'm going to go do that.
Hooray!
I have to update "The Princess and the Frog," that's the fantasy part, even though I am allowed to put in a little bit of "The Elf in the Rose," which is a very good story. It's actually a bit like a fantasy murder mystery, except you know who killed the guy and it's more about the revenge of the Jasmine Spirits on the life of the murderer. So it's kind of cool. However, I have no idea to update either of those in a way that I like without it sounding like Cinderella. Since I picked Cinderella for one of my fairy tales, I'm hoping that my English teacher will let me put that element in the story, because it's going in that direction. It would be kind of lame, but I'm going to ask. In the meantime, I'm going to continue with my story. It's really bad. So far, the two characters have met and become friends.
That's it. I'm not kidding.
And the main character has a crush on the friend. That's it.
So I'm probably going to have a Cinderella moment at homecoming, and that will be when the frog turns into a prince (or princess, in this case), so to speak, and then they go dance and it's awesome. And then the girl's older brother, who is friends with the dude, disowns the dude for kissing his sister and then stuff happens and then the girl whips her brother's butt and then the guy and the brother go off to college. The end.
So I'm going to go do that.
Hooray!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
back at school
Well, I am back at school, and I am not entirely happy about it. The only thing I'm annoyed about is that I forgot to bring to my knitting. Seriously, that's the only thing. It is really nice to be back in civilization. I'm not kidding. However, civilization is calling, in the form of class. but at least it's creative writing, which is my favorite class. Okay, goodbye.
Monday, February 15, 2010
I know....
It's been a while. I know, I'm terrible. But, unlike before, I actually have stuff to do now. Can you believe it? That's got to be the craziest idea since God invented humans.
Anyway, I have finally learned to drive. Sort of, anyway. I can pull out and park and put on a turn signal and kind of put on the accelerator and turn the car. That counts. And I also worked at a camping clinic fundraiser today, with my girl scout troop. I guess you could say that it was better organized than last time, but I'm not sure about that. I was the one who did the organizing of the names and such, you see, which is why I'm doubting it. It defenitely could have been a lot worse, though. I also went to see "Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief" on Friday with some friends, which was a really good movie. Now I'm going to read the books, once we get enough mobility outside the house for me to go to the library to get it. I also hung out with one of my friends last night, due to my lack of a boyfriend (not THAT kind of hang out. We just ate pizza and watched movies the entire time, because both our parents were out).
Well, that's the best update I can do right now.
Holy cow. I have school tomorrow. AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, I have finally learned to drive. Sort of, anyway. I can pull out and park and put on a turn signal and kind of put on the accelerator and turn the car. That counts. And I also worked at a camping clinic fundraiser today, with my girl scout troop. I guess you could say that it was better organized than last time, but I'm not sure about that. I was the one who did the organizing of the names and such, you see, which is why I'm doubting it. It defenitely could have been a lot worse, though. I also went to see "Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief" on Friday with some friends, which was a really good movie. Now I'm going to read the books, once we get enough mobility outside the house for me to go to the library to get it. I also hung out with one of my friends last night, due to my lack of a boyfriend (not THAT kind of hang out. We just ate pizza and watched movies the entire time, because both our parents were out).
Well, that's the best update I can do right now.
Holy cow. I have school tomorrow. AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
haven't posted in a while..
I know I haven't posted in a while. I'm sorry. Anyway, there's not a lot to tell, if truth be told. I've just been sitting around and doing nothing, except knitting and watching TV at the same time, and that's basically it. Seriously. Oh, and shoveling. Lots and lots of shoveling. Well, it's only to be expected, when you have about four feet of snow on the ground. More, in fact, where some of the discarded shoveled piles are. Some of the piles are taller than I am. It's very intimidating, to be shorter than a pile of snow. It feels very weird. We need school back. I know that's weird to say, when I have complained about having school for so long and so much, but still. It is better than sitting on my butt and watching TV all day. At least I'd be doing something productive.
I'm going to the library tomorrow. That is, if there is not any more snow on the way to stop me. Which, I hope, isn't going to happen. Please, God?
And by the way, I finished the last book of the "Protector of the Small" series. And the guy that she was in love with in the book before had to get married to someone else because they were apparently already engaged and his duchy or whatever wasn't doing well, so his family apparently really needed the dowry. And the main character doesn't actually seem to fall in love with the guy that Tamora Pierce hints that she likes, but whatever. It's still a really good ending.
You should read it.
And talking of reading, I'm going to go read now.
Goodbye.
I'm going to the library tomorrow. That is, if there is not any more snow on the way to stop me. Which, I hope, isn't going to happen. Please, God?
And by the way, I finished the last book of the "Protector of the Small" series. And the guy that she was in love with in the book before had to get married to someone else because they were apparently already engaged and his duchy or whatever wasn't doing well, so his family apparently really needed the dowry. And the main character doesn't actually seem to fall in love with the guy that Tamora Pierce hints that she likes, but whatever. It's still a really good ending.
You should read it.
And talking of reading, I'm going to go read now.
Goodbye.
Monday, February 8, 2010
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it's official: I'm freaking SICK of the snow. I want to go out and walk in the woods with some BROWN and GREEN, DARN IT! Sheesh! But no, apparently God wants us all to suffer a little bit more. This is SO annoying. Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!
In other news, I went to tae kwon do today. My friend and I were the only ones there, except for the instructor. It was actually kind of fun, except for the part where my friend kept falling on me during the throwing one-steps. It was kind of annoying. But that was the only annoing thing about today. Except for the fact that there is still four feet of snow on the ground in some places. And the fact that I'm not allowed to DRIVE anywhere because I don't know HOW because there's too much snow on the ground to LEARN to drive on the roads, and there's too much ice on the driveway to learn to even pull out. This is great, just great. I'm going to be stuck with my mom as a cheuffer until I'm a hundred and two years old.
Brilliant.
In other news, I went to tae kwon do today. My friend and I were the only ones there, except for the instructor. It was actually kind of fun, except for the part where my friend kept falling on me during the throwing one-steps. It was kind of annoying. But that was the only annoing thing about today. Except for the fact that there is still four feet of snow on the ground in some places. And the fact that I'm not allowed to DRIVE anywhere because I don't know HOW because there's too much snow on the ground to LEARN to drive on the roads, and there's too much ice on the driveway to learn to even pull out. This is great, just great. I'm going to be stuck with my mom as a cheuffer until I'm a hundred and two years old.
Brilliant.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
1, 2, 3
I like this song. :)
Once opon a time
two, two, hearts felt the same way,
But three, three, three, nights ago
you told me you don't know (wich way)
Wich way ya gonna go
(ohhhh)
Truth ain't easy but please, please,please me
It's time you made up your mind
(I don't wanna cry, don't wanna be treated unfair now)
(Chours)
1,2.3
Your fallin' in love with me
I'm falling into your life
Your life
(Faster than the speed of light)
And 1,2,3 you don't wanna hear from me!
But if it can't be like before!
(tell me what)
Tell me what love is for
So fly just flied away
And don't think I can't take it
(hoohoo)
Cause you, you, you otta know
That if ya let me go
(ya throw)
Your gonnoa throw it all away
(ohhh)
Truth ain't easy but please, please, please me
It's time you made up your mind
(I don't wanna cry don't wanna be treated unfair now)
(Chorus)
"Chorus Repeated"
Once opon a time
two, two, hearts felt the same way,
But three, three, three, nights ago
you told me you don't know (wich way)
Wich way ya gonna go
(ohhhh)
Truth ain't easy but please, please,please me
It's time you made up your mind
(I don't wanna cry, don't wanna be treated unfair now)
(Chours)
1,2.3
Your fallin' in love with me
I'm falling into your life
Your life
(Faster than the speed of light)
And 1,2,3 you don't wanna hear from me!
But if it can't be like before!
(tell me what)
Tell me what love is for
So fly just flied away
And don't think I can't take it
(hoohoo)
Cause you, you, you otta know
That if ya let me go
(ya throw)
Your gonnoa throw it all away
(ohhh)
Truth ain't easy but please, please, please me
It's time you made up your mind
(I don't wanna cry don't wanna be treated unfair now)
(Chorus)
"Chorus Repeated"
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