You Know It's Going To Be A Good Day When You Wake Up Bawling

My mom hates this. The wall by my bed is all scratched up (did I do it in my sleep??) so I sketched on a little crappy owl to detract a little from all the white marks in the magenta paint.

It's really nice not having to hunt for my phone when I want the time.

I still have a pile of movies on the T.V. stand. I dunno why, but I request things, can't wait for them, and then I don't want to watch them after I finally get them. I've only watched a handful. I still have Season 1 of Lost, James and the Giant Peach, Jekyll + Hyde, Rachel Getting Married, 24 Hour Party People, Shrooms.. and I can't think of what else.

I don't really like watching "scary" movies by myself... not because I get scared, but because they aren't as fun. That is inconvenient, because my mother won't ever watch anything unless she decides to. I mean, she'll be sitting in her chair in front of the T.V., I'll ask her, and she'll say something like, "Oh, I'm falling asleep,", "Maybe later", or something of the sort. Then she'll sit there watching America's Funniest Videos for several hours.

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Tuesday was really nice. I went to work with my mom again, but this time I wasn't just observing a kindergarten class. I got to help them each individually with their counting and the alphabet.

It was really interesting to see the differences in the teachers and in the students themselves. They were all over the board in terms of what they knew. For example, I had to show them a letter and they had to tell me what the letter was, the sound it made, and a word that started with that letter.

One kid was excellent. I was really surprised at his vocabulary. He had a word for every single letter, and they were words like dinosaur, quilt, etc.

On the other hand, one of the girls couldn't tell me anything, and she volunteered "peanut" for about ten different letters. I helped her as much as I could, having her repeat words I chose for each one. She asked me what "umbrella" meant.

Anyway, I really loved it. This second teacher, too, thought that after a day with her I wouldn't want to teach anymore. I don't understand why everyone thinks I'm going to back out on this.

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We went to Goodwill on Monday, and my mom bought toys as usual. I was excited to see that E.T. was in a plastic bag with a bunch of little plastic McDonald's toys. It wasn't until we got home that I discovered he was missing a hand.

Ouchh.

I'm losing it, I think. I am never tired when I go to bed (I have been trying to force myself at midnight), but then when I wake up to get ready for school I feel exhausted. I usually sleep for a few minutes on the bus ride, but then the really cold walk into school usually serves to wake me the rest of the way.

But then... my classes are blahh. I managed to stay awake for awhile during my first class, Psychology, but my professor is just awful. Both of my new ones are boring boring boring. My Mythology class would be interesting, but the guy's voice is just really monotonous even though it is English.

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My moods have been really crazy lately. I'm stressed out about school in the worst way, the kind where you just block out the crap and hope it goes away. I don't need to say that it doesn't. Deadlines keep getting closer and closer, and every time I get a burst of inspiration I'm discouraged. I feel like no one knows me, and then I think about my life compared to everyone else's... I dunno. I feel terribly inadequate all the time. I dunno. I dunno.

The second day of school wasn't any better. It's just dreadful now, and I dunno why. I'm whiny, so that's it.

Wednesday, the first day of school, was completely awful. I don't like any of my classes. I thought I would enjoy my Psychology class, but no. The professor seems lost, and she didn't really make sense. She repeated herself, but it was like she would change one thing to make it seem like she was telling us something different all together.

I'm holding out for my American Literature class to be the best. I had the same professor last semester, and he was always good for a million laughs. Most were unintentional, which are the best.

My Mythology professor is English, and that's the best thing about him, or maybe even the entire class. He talks really slow. Despite that, though, I think that this will turn out to be the second most interesting.

A few months ago Rachel came over and she had this huge bag that she had made out of a sweatshirt. I really liked it, so yesterday I took one of my mom's old nightshirts and started to make one of my own. All went fine and I was enjoying myself, then it was terrible. I snapped my favorite needle, I spilled my cup of water, and I sliced open my thumb with scissors when I was adding holes for a shoelace in the opening. Now the shirt's 75% finished in a heap on my bedroom floor.

Yesterday we ran to Target to get some Spackle, then Rachel went to go see her sister's school play. I dunno, I was just so whiny yesterday. I felt terrible, like all heavy and blahhh.

I finally watched A Clockwork Orange. It was.. different. I didn't really know the entire plot when I first started to watch it, so I was sort of surprised by the moral issues portrayed. It was stupid of me, I know, but I didn't expect any.

It really was an interesting movie. Drawing from it, one could take on the popular opinion that evil/violence is a product of environment. For example, Alex's actions were looked down upon, but lighter forms were all around him in the form of art. During his prison stint, he was "rehabilitated", and that was questionable as well. Alex wasn't so much cured as he was robbed of free will. So, I guess you could say that the main question of the film was "Which is more inhumane, the conditioning or the violence?"

No matter what, though, I think that it would be interesting to read the book. People, my parents included, have said that this is an inappropriate film, but I know that the actual novel would be much, much worse. That's how it always is. (Especially with Chuck Palahniuk adaptations).

I'm just glad I finally watched it.

I think my next "project" is to watch all the movies by the Coen brothers.

Hmm

I love this picture.

Clock Ticking

Seriously, who would pay thirty dollars for these?

I am really surprised that the ticking of my new clock hasn't driven me insane. I only noticed it last night because someone called me at three in the morning, and I wasn't really aware.. then I heard it and it kinda woke me up the rest of the way...

But anyway. I am really sad, sort of, because tomorrow is my last day of freedom. And you could barely call it that. I'm going to church to help Mommo, so I have to get up early. Don't get me wrong, I love going, so I guess it's the school worry that's taken hold of me.

Okay, some really quick movie reviews:
I went to go see The Book of Eli today. I pretty much had no idea what it was about, but I thought it was really good. I thought I was going to cry at the end. One part of it was really surprising, which was awesome. I love those post-apocalyptic movies, dunno why. I always wonder what I would do if stuff like that ever happened.

Denzel Washington was great as usual. I didn't know that Gary (my)Oldman was in it, so that was a pleasant surprise. =)

Red Mist/Freakdog was pretty much a bust. Andrew-Lee was conscious for about ten minutes, and he was kind of a creep. Arielle Kebbel was retarded, and the movie had the typical mental institution ending. Why is that used so much?


I did like Dead Fish, though. It was really weird, and weird is kinda my thing. Andrew-Lee had a big part in it, and it was odd to see him star opposite Gary (my)Oldman. Billy Zane was really funny. Dunno, the whole film was wacky. I'm really glad I watched it today; I almost passed it over for Caffeine.

Woot woot. A partial solution to my messy closet.

I'm not really sure I like the whole "pointy toe" thing. These shoes remind me of Emma Watson whenever I look at them. I hate feet.
They made their debut at my cousin's bowling birthday party, which was good, because they came off right away. I wanted to take my bowling shoes home.

Bowling was really fun. I'm not sure what would be considered a good score, but I am certain that it's not what any of us received.

You know what I am mad about? The remake of Death at a Funeral. It'd be a different story if that movie wasn't available here or something like that. But no, it's on Showtime all the time and so easily accessible... a remake makes no sense. I also think that it's weird that Peter Dinklage is playing the same character. I love him, but wouldn't that be sort of monotonous?

I started reading a book yesterday called "When You Are Engulfed in Flames". It's by David Sedaris. Recently, I've really enjoyed reading essays and memoirs, which is new for me. I usually just read fiction. A change is nice, though. I also got a book that is a collection of stories about war. I haven't started reading it yet, but for some reason it's in the bag that I carry around with me everywhere. My dad was shocked when he saw it, but then he had to be insulting/ his idea of funny, by saying that I was finally going to read something good. Oh well.

I really want a pop tarts shirt. It'd be cool, even though I don't eat pop tarts anymore. It'd be like reminiscing, shirty style.

Mother/Daughter Day I Guess, Minus One Daughter

Today was a lot of fun. Mom and I left Diana at home (by her choice, not ours) and went shopping. It makes me sort of sad that I can't resist Target, though. Most of the time I end up with something that I really like and then I can't bring myself to put it down. I found this mustard yellow cardigan, but it was ten dollars and I couldn't believe myself but I almost bought it. What is with me and sweaters? But I found a wall clock for my room. It's sorta just a plain old thing, but I think it was necessary. I hate always having to look for my phone to check the time when I'm getting ready and such. Ahem. Back to the day- sorry about the unnecessary tangent.

After we finished Targeting and Kohl'sing, we went out to dinner. I can't even recall the last time we went out together, just us. It was really nice, we laughed and talked about school and a bunch of different things. I see her every day, but we usually just cover the basic stuff, you know? Throughout the rides we listened to Jim Gaffigan. That man is funny every time. (Oh, and I'm going bowling tomorrow Harley)

We went to go see The Lovely Bones after dinner. I don't go to movies that often, unfortunately, but I'm glad we went to see this one. Dunno, even though she creeped me out in Atonement, Saoirse Ronan is amazing. She's really pretty, but then again when you think about it she's just one of those people that look really weird but are appealing anyway. Not that I have a crush on her or anything, mann. You know what I mean.

I cried throughout the entire film. I read the book months ago, so there weren't any surprises, but I was really curious about how images would play out onscreen. The settings on Earth were awesome, but I really do think Peter Jackson went a little over board with the In-Between. It just wasn't right. Some parts were really good, like the scene where Susie Salmon meets the other girls who are trying to help her move on. Sounds dumb, sorta, I know, but it is really moving. I think that he was just trying to make it all as shadowy and dark as possible.

Now, I've seen a heck of a lot of slasher movies, but I really thought I was just going to through up in one of the final scenes: the one with the sinkhole. *Shudder* It was just awful to watch. I really hate when the audience knows so much more than the people in the movie.

Rachel Weisz was really good towards the beginning, but then her character kinda dwindled away. I just feel like there is so much more she could have done. Maybe it's not her fault... she didn't have a lot of screen time. Susan Sarandon was a good, straight-forward character. She showed no signs of grief, which I took to mean that she was just ballsy and knew that nothing would change. She knew what no one else did: that there would be no retribution or revenge, and that would be that.

Stanley Tucci was soo creepy. The scene where Lindsey is in his house is absolutely shivery, and his eyes... ugh. The scene with Susie is played out pretty well, and there's just this moment where you know for sure that he's... evil. For those that read the book, I think, like me, you'll start watching and then just think, after seeing all the characters come to life, that it'll end differently.

Mark's character was alright, just alright, and that's all I am going to say. There will be no Mark bashing here.

Anyway, this film just goes along with the depressing thoughts that I've been having lately. It's supposed to be uplifting, in a way. But it just... didn't work that way for me. No matter what happened with Susie and her In-Between, she was still gone. I just couldn't get around that, even when I read the book, and that means that there is no chance for a happy ending.

Well, I'm tired. Tomorrow I'll have a post with stuff I bought, I guess.

Now it's time for bed. Yayy, knee socks, my snowflake pajama bottoms, and my slippers.

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Oh, and Shutter Island looks bomb.

Library!!

Today was a sleepy day.

I went to the library with my mom, and the librarian took all my holds off the shelf but then she hesitated, causing my mom to say, "Oh, I thought those were ALL yours." They were, yup.

I love how diverse everything must seem when my stuff is being checked out. But I hate that my library sucks. Their book selection is really limited, and they are all either mysteries or romances. Come onn, if you've read one romance you've read them all. Books in the young adult section are wayy more imaginative, and the plots are amazing. Too bad I've practically cleaned out the selection. =( I did get a few books out today, though, from the new book section. I do that sometimes, just to prove my point, it seems.

(Oh, why is the Jim Gaffigan cd I checked out in the Rock section? That makes no sense at all...)

I'm excited about the movies I got out, though. I got a movie called Freakdog, which I will be watching pretty soon. Andrew-Lee Potts is in it, of course, and so is Arielle Kebbel. I love her, dunno why.

Thanks, Grandma. I found this picture and remembered how much I mean to you. Lawll.

The Vampire Diaries is starting up again on Thursday night, so that means that I will have two idiotic shows to watch every week. The whole teenage drama thing is stupid and overdone. I'm kind of excited, though. Even though the show is pretty lame, Paul Wesley and Ian Somerhalder make it up.

Which reminds mee. I got season one of Lost. I really hope that I like it. I like distractions from reality.

Oh what are we doing/ we are turning into dust/ playing house in the ruins of us/ running back through the fire/ when there's nothing left to save/ it's like chasing the very last train/ when it's too late, too late
-Broken Strings, James Morrison

Hahaha whenever I sing this song I think about the Kohl's incident when I was "alone" singing along, and then I turned around to see an old lady staring back at me from the next aisle. I could only see from the middle of her nose up. Ahahaha, good times.

Coincidence of the Day:

Two days ago, I recorded Dead Poets Society. Today, I noticed that movie was mentioned on the DVD case of a movie called the Browning Version. Thennn right after I was thinking about that, I started setting Roseanne episodes to record, and the forst one was the episode called Brain-Dead Poets Society. It might not seem like a big deal, but stuff like this happens every single day. Why?? It's going to drive me crazy. Just kidding.

I'm already crazy.

It Is Unusually Dark... So I Guess it's Time for Some Laughs

Last year's poster... ahahah I really hope they repeat their mistake for my turn...
Every time I think of this thing I always say it really weird in my head. It gets more exaggerated the more I think of it.

I did end up going to work with my mom, but I stayed in a kindergarten class for most of the morning. It was awesome. I think the teacher thought staying in there would break me from my goal of being a teacher, but it really didn't. I would love to teach. (And then there are those other reasons: June, July, and August ahaha.) Seriously, though, I had a great day.

I was really tired when I got home, though. I hate forcing myself to go to bed because I know I have to get up early, and I really hate waking up tired. It just doesn't make sense.

The scary thing is, I have school in a week. Soon the 6 o'clock will be an every day thing. Realllyy dreading that.

Sooo I will just make the best of the time I have left, I guess. Tomorrow is basically the only day I have completely to myself, so I'll get up, have some oatmeal, and hopefullyyy write some poetry. Or finish what I start tonight. I feel inspired =)

Then, Friday my mom and Diana will be off from school, so I don't really know what is happening. Saturday, ugh. Sunday is church, and then on Monday I'm spending the night at Mommo's.

Ahahah good times, good times... no wonder no one stopped at our yard sale this summer.

So.. since school is starting in a week, I'm going to just say now that I'm not going to study. That will make it easier when the semester starts and I don't do anything. So I'll just be completely honest with myself, instead of being that fakey-me with goals to stay on top of things. I mean, it's become a habit, and I don't really want to break it now. I've gone three and a half years doing nothing, why not finish things that way?

I do have plans to get this scholarship crap done soon, though. I want to be able to stop worrying about that so that I have more room to not worry about other things. Haha. And I also need to get a job. Blahh.

Lawllly. I fouund iittt..

I'm bored.. so bye.

Monotony

I am getting so sick of just being trapped here day after day. Every day just blends in with the rest. I get up, do some laundry, clean a little, read, make dinner, and stay up all night watching movies.

But then I actually have something to do and I rebel. I have to go to this scholarship meeting at school today, and I've been dreading it. Even though I'm bored. How does that make sense?

The scholarships themselves are bugging me. My parents keep begging me/ telling me to get to work on them, but I just don't want to admit this is happening. But on the other hand, my biggest worry about college is being able to get a car in time. wtf? And the scariest thing is that I really do feel like I'll be able to let go really easy. It might seem cliche, but I am tired of these people and this place.

Tomorrow I'm escaping the house to go to work with my mom. Hahaha. I guess that will be okay. Hopefully we'll go see The Lovely Bones on Friday. I read the book and it was one of those simple but awesome reads that make you cry with one well written sentence. Andddd the movie has Mark Wahlberg, which is always a plus.

On a better note, though, it's been a week since I decided I wasn't going to eat junk anymore. It might sound stupid and typical but I really do feel better.

Ahem

I'm taking a break from my Andrew-Lee Potts scour of the internets to write about Dexter.

Okay. First of all, I am obsessed with this show. Michael C. Hall is a brilliant brilliant man, and his real life wife Jennifer Carpenter is a stunning actress. But that's beside the point. If you haven't already heard, for some weird off the wall reason, this show is about a serial killer. Who kills other serial killers. Advertisements of the show, in fact, have called Dexter "America's favorite serial killer". He has a wife, a sister, and three kids, and claims to have no emotions. However, that little tidbit is tested every single episode, and it's sort of a game to see just how much you can root for him.

The answer is a lot. He is a very likeable man, believe it or not. He does care deeply about the people around him, no matter what he says, and he is... oddly charming. He was emotionally scarred at a very young age, which invokes pity.

The settings and the music set to dramatic scenes could be seen as making light of tragic events, but in some way they do not. Instead, they show viewers the truth: that even though something awful happens in one place, it does not matter much in the whole scheme of the world. I believe that this is a way of showing how Dexter believes himself to be; uncaring and detached. However, it mirrors society today instead, showing us how jaded we are. The show might as well be a documentary. I'm sure feelings would be the same.

I have no doubt that if people stick through the show for all four seasons, they are indeed rooting for Dexter. A killer.

Of course something like this would cause controversy; a show in which viewers constantly find themselves empathizing with a killer. Does the fact that he only kills other murderers justify his actions? Couldn't you lump him in with vigilantes such as Batman, if you look at it in a different light? I mean, Batman is something celebrated, and kids especially are exposed to him. Batman has a secret life as well, and I'm certain anyone would tell you that the character enjoys what he does. What is the difference between them?

This show is constantly shoving the issues of right and wrong in your face, and that is something that many of us try to avoid. Death is scary to everyone, I think, and "entertainment" like this could cause much uneasiness.

We are taught since childhood that harm towards others is wrong, and not to respond to violence with violence. Yet, the death penalty is legal. I've been linking that issue together with Dexter for a loonngggg time. It's easy to state that you don't believe in the death penalty, but once you bring it down to your level, it's a different matter entirely. Most people take the stance that it depends on the situation, but ultimately, who decides when it should be used? I think if you do not agree with what Dexter does, regardless of the fact that he enjoys what he does to the fullest capacity, then you should also shun the death penalty. And vice versa.

After every single episode I find myself thinking about this and then I drag on to reality and how I will never really find any answers. It's madness.

I guess what I am trying to say is that this show is not some sadistic thing warping minds, but something of worth that raises questions in everything; the world in general, and especially ourselves and our own beliefs.
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I don't think I got to any particular point with this; I kinda rambled on and on. I hope it makes sense.

La La La

This was my favorite magnet out of the group I made for the craft sale. Both fortunately and unfortunately, I got to keep it.

I hate this vacation. There's been nothing to do but think, it seems like. I just feel worried all the time, and nothing will stop it. I just clean, read, and mope around.

Currently, I am watching a movie called Gigantic. It has Zooey Deschanel and Paul Dano in it, and the Showtime summary said that Paul sold mattresses and wanted to adopt a Chinese baby. That's it.

It's only been a few minutes and Paul was beaten by a creepy homeless guy who looks a lot like Zach Galifianakis. It's definitely going to be strange.
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Anyway. I still have another week and a half before going back to school, and I think I'm going to go crazy. I've read almost every book that Augusten Burroughs has written, I've watched a ton of movies and I've spent a lot of time shopping for useless crap that I don't need.

I love these. My mom got them for my birthday, they're Avon's Advanced Techniques Pillow Curlers.

My hair is naturally curly, but weird.

I really hate how I look in pictures, hence the half a face thing.
Went to church today.

I have a lot of trouble going to church and then being the way that I am. Everything I do seems so inappropriate after several hours in church, but I really love watching and reading questionable things just for the moral issues they portray.

For example- Dexter. Tomorrow, I will post a more detailed explanation of what I am trying to convey. It's just, there is not always a clear right and wrong, and I love picking things apart for "secret" meanings and feelings. It's like I am trying to get to know myself by watching horrible things. Dunno.

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Okay now a laugh. I watched Burn After Reading the other day, and my dad thought it was hilarious. He found a soundboard for it, and decided to call my mom and leave a message from Brad Pitt's character. After he finished, I told him to do the same thing to our house phone, so he dialed from his cell phone. A little caller I.D. box pops up on our t.v. whenever someone calls, and his phone is under my mom's name, so when he looked at the box he thought she was actually calling. He jumped up and ran to the phone, and picked it up. Hahahaha. I had to tell him that he pretty much pranked himself before he actually understood.

Pretty Normal for a SnowStorm-Expected Day

I am so, so sad. Primeval is over, and I dunno when I will be able to watch it again. I'll even miss cute little Hannah Spearitt. I'm still kind of in the middle about it, though. It is stupid, I admit it. But also good. Dunno how that's possible. Hopefully, the library will hurry itself up and receive my movies. I might die of an Andrew-Lee lack. That has a strange ring to it. Andrew-Lee lack.

Which reminds me, this is what I went to bed to yesterday:

I really love my Mom. I underestimate her sneakiness.

(I sewed that on my pillowcase in a feeble attempt at Queen Anne's Lace. Template found at http://www.rosylittlethings.typepad.com/)

These are the wrong type of shoes to wear on a really snowy, slushy day. I almost fell several times during the trips to Target and Kohls. Once I got home I had to exchange them for my snow boots, yayy for shoveling!! Hah.
My grandma went shopping with us, and then we went out to lunch. I guess it was alright. Complaints are always expected about everything in these situations.

New cardigan! While shopping with Rachel a few weeks ago I got a pink and grey striped one, and it opened the door, or something. (I REALLY need to stop buying clothes.) The necklace was a Christmas present =)

I found this at Kohls in the Christmas aisle (which, by the way, was almost completely cleared out). It was fifty cents, and I didn't realize until I got home how weird it looked. What kind of snow iss that?? Poopy snow. That glitters.
Today, Diana and I started to watch the second season of Pushing Daisies. Whenever we watch a series on DVD I double check the disks so that they are in the right order. EXCEPT for this time. And it turned out to be the only time that they were ever out of place. So... we watched the final episode first. I can't believe this. What kind of luck do I have? It kind of just drains the excitment out, and I feel like it's not worth it to watch the rest.

But I will watch. I love the whole quirkiness of it, and I really like how there seems to be a bit of everything entwined. There's mystery, suspense, a great lot of comedy, clever dialogue, romance.. Plus the gorgeous designs. It makes me want to wallpaper everything, aha, and wear skirts all the time (ooh done!), or maybe just kidnap Lee Pace.

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I'm really tired. Soooo...

I'll leave you with this lovely picture of Andrew-Lee. Enjoy.

More Snow, Just a Bit More Entertainment

I cleaned a little again today, then started to do some laundry in the basement. I heard a fluttering noise, and it sounded pretty violent. There was a bird in the chimney! The fluttering stopped and I thought maybe it had somehow made its way out, but I knocked on the bricks and it started up again. We don't actually have a fireplace, it's pretty much just there, but there is this small door right near the floor. It looks really old and it kinda sticks.

I didn't want the bird to die, so I opened up our side door and shut the door to the basement so it couldn't get in the rest of the house. I tried taking a picture, but I couldn't get the door open with one hand, sadly. When I got the door open nothing happened for a period of about ten seconds, and I just stood there waiting, then all of a sudden a little brown bird whoooshed out of the chimney as fast as it could. I screamed. I couldn't help it, and I wasn't expecting it at all. It was So. Loud. And genuine.

Turns out there is a piece of bread in the chimney. Nice one, bird. Just risk your life for a scrap.

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While cleaning my closet yesterday I found this scarf. I think it's so weird when I find stuff and then feel like I have never seen it before in my life, ever.

This is my closet. Yeah, still looks messy, doesn't it? It's just so small.


Here's a picture of Tippie! growling. Not very menacing. I made those pillows over vacation.

I am very sad that there are only two more episodes of Primeval to watch. I was getting used to having Andrew-Lee Potts in my living room with me every day for hours. Ah. Well, I did manage to get some of his movies from the library, which makes things a bit better.

When I like something, though, I have have have to watch it religiously, whether it's a once a week show or what. Then, when it's off the air, I kind of lose interest. For example, when Dexter was playing, it was like I lived for it. I couldn't wait for the next Sunday's show the second one ended. Now, it's been a few weeks, and I'm alright. Not dead.

But still. I watched Alice several times, and this Primeval show kind of sucks. It's not what I expected at all, but I guess it is worth it just for the actors.

Oh, and I also got season two of Pushing Daisies. Not, THAT show is great. It's really cute, and I adoooreee the sets and clothing. Dunno how to explain it really, everything is just... whimsical. I just can't believe that show was cancelled.

Oh well, off to reminisce with some Roseanne.

As Moody As It Gets...

I don't know, the day started off fine. I have been putting off giving my room a "super clean", so as soon as I got up today I got to work, taking pretty much everything out of the starting point, my closet. I have so many pairs of shoes I have been trying to figure out where to put them all week, and I have a pretty small room/ closet.

Once I got started though it was pretty easy. I have two of those plastic three drawer units in my closet, and I put the leftover shoes in there, but then I was stuck with a bunch of stuff that had been in there previously, like a million little travel bags and gloves. And thenn I got caught up with reminiscing. That ALWAYS happens to me. I found a bunch of my Harry Potter merchandise, like my Hedwig backpack from elementary school and a 16" Kelly doll in a red dress. Ha, I remember wanting that soo bad for Christmas.. I cut the picture of it out of the Toys "R" Us catalog and I used to carry it around with me.

After I looked at all my stuff I did finally get my room back together, except for a few things here and there. I did forget to take a "before" photo, though. Now if I only post the afters it will prolly look like they should be befores, ahah.

Anyways, after I finished up cleaning I made chicken and rice for dinner, and it went downhill from there. I don't know what was wrong with me; I just had a monstrous headache and I was doing my laugh/cry/laugh/cry thing, which I hate. It only makes my mother laugh at me, which makes it worse, and I feel awful forever.

Well, tomorrow I have nothing to do, so I promise I will take some pictures. I hate text only posts. Sorry.

Snowy

It's been so snowy and cold, and I've been holed up here for the past few days watching Friends reruns and Primeval (which is okay, by the way).

Okay, here we go... the craft sale:
I had prepared and prepared for this thing. I've always wanted to have a table at one since I was little, and when school started I decided I was actually going to do one. My church usually holds one in the spring and one in December for Christmas. It was December 5th, and I had a ton of stuff. I don't even know how much money I spent on the materials, but holding table itself cost twenty dollars, and Harley paid for half.

My mom had had surgery the day before, which pretty much made me sick with worry even though this type of surgery is pretty common. She did great, though, thank goodness. I set the table up the night before, and we were at the church by eight the next morning. Harley came soon after with her collection of baked goods- she had about five types of cookies.

It was pretty much awful. It was like there was a forcefield around the entire table. Once people got to us they would make a beeline for the other side of the aisle. Every. Single. Time. I think Harley made a total of three or four dollars. I just couldn't believe it; it was terrible sitting there until four o'clock watching people ignore us.

After the sale, though, Harley and I went to the Goodwill and sat outside with a couple small tables. She sold a ton of cookies, and quite a few people bought some of my crafts. However, I had to slash the prices pretty drastically.

Overall, I dunno how I feel about it. I made about seventy five dollars the entire day including the ten bucks from the table. However, I think that's nowhere near worth it considering the money and time spent.

The next day, I decided that I would open an Etsy shoppe to sell what is left (a LOT is left). I have about two boxes of stuff in my attic. I would post pictures, but I don't want to be disappointed if I don't end up making a store.

Here is a list of some of the things I had:
-Rag Wreaths
-Snowman Ornaments
-Exploding Photo Albums
-Maze Books
-Snowman Paperweights
-Rag Bracelets
-Magnets

I dunno, I can't think of anything else, sorry.
Well, I'm off to play Farmville, haha. That game is awful and fantastic.

Well

One of my presents from Harley. =)

Forget this.
After getting all excited about my new camera and getting this blog started up, I found that I can't add my new pictures. The upload circle stops at nine o clock at every time. I tried putting them on photobucket, but it took about a half hour for 7 pictures. Then, I tried uploading from there and the pictures were huge. I cropped and everything, but this is taking too much time.

I think I'm going to give up. I'm just too upset about this. It was supposed to be simple, but nothing ever works out for me. I get a new camera with high hopes, but it turns out to take great pictures but still be worthless.

Maybe I'll do something else if I figure out and easier way to post pictures, who knows. Maybe I am overlooking something.

-UPDATE-

I think I spoke too rashly. I just need to take some time to update to photobucket, no big deal. It's quite easy to transfer after that, just time consuming.

Enough, enough already

Alright, Christmas is over. I did end up getting a new camera, which is excellent. Mostly I've just taken a few pictures of my room and other things like that. It's been too hectic around here to do much else. I will start soon, though, right after I get my room up to date for the new year. The Christmas/Birthday clutter is starting to get to me, and my closet is just jam packed with crap.
Hmm, maybe I should post a few before and after pictures.
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Okay, here's what I did since my last post:

Christmas Eve-
I got up really early, and made some peanut butter kiss cookies from scratch. My aunt usually makes them, but I was actually glad she didn't so that I could have a turn. The recipe I was using called for the peanut butter balls to be rolled in sugar before baking, but I decided to skip that step just to see what it would taste like. They weren't bad, if you ask me. I ended up making my usual brownies as well.

After I finished up, we all went to my grandma's house as usual. Except, this year everything was so out of wack because we changed the times. I remember being really little and having to wait all day to open presents, and how agonizing that was. This year, my cousins pretty much lucked out. We went for dinner (which was pretty crappy, if you ask me) at noon. What kind of holiday is that?

Presents were opened and games were finished by about three, and everyone was burned out by then.

Christmas-
I set up the dining room this year, and I really liked it better. My mom usually just slaps the food on the table, no decorations or anything. I wanted it to be festive. Plus, this year I gave her some pretty placemats.

I took some pictures and just messed around with other stuff.

Except for one incident, my grandparents were alright, I guess, and the day was kind of boring. I wasn't really sad or anything that this is my last one where I will be home full time.

The Incident: my cousin Carly came home for a few days to spend Christmas with her family. We ate and everything, and then she called about an hour after and said that she was sorry for being late. No one had any idea that she was coming over, but she said my grandma invited her. Without telling us, apparently. When "confronted" she acted like she had no idea what we were talking about. However, my cousin knew what time dinner was, so she had to have invited her.

My Birthday-
I was not looking forward to my birthday at all. I was sad all day. Well, technically, the sadness started the day before since I don't go to bed until really late, till like 5 o'clock in the morning some days. I moped and moped, just laying in my bed like ten minutes after I woke up.
My mom was sure I was cranky from lack of sleep, but no. Just melancholy.

My family and Harley and Rachel came over. The three of us did our Christmas exchange, and that made things a little better. I decided I was going to put all the money I recieved in the bank, because it's ridiculous how unprepared I am for. next. year.

I filled out a insurance policy, which was also depressing. How am I old enough for this??

One of my New Year's Resolutions is to keep up this blog for myself, so I will be updating with pictures and hopefully the rest of the things I said in my previous post.

Well, for now, I am off to watch Primeval. Yayy.