Oh, Abby. I have never felt so saddened in my entire life. And then I become angry with myself for being saddened because I have a perfectly wonderful life. And then I think that I should be sad for others. And then I get all confuddled. Encouraging words, please.
You really are not a bad driver (not that I have ever ridden in the car with you ever before in my entire life). I am sorry for stressing you out.
I am listening to your CDs as of right now. My mom keeps asking if I want to watch a movie or something, but I really just think I am going to go to bed.
I told them that I didn't want any presents, and they laughed. Real encouraging, huh?
So Lydia and Callie are creating a blog. Our universe is expanding, and I love it!
Ag. I don't think I can think this hard (is this complaining? because I am not doing that anymore!), but you told me to write twice in a row, and I felt the need to.
I'm going to sleep. I hope you have someone to warm your bed. If not, and you get kicked out of your mother's bed, you know where you are always welcome :) I really don't think I've made a smiley face like that in a couple of years. I think they are coming back, really. Though they ARE somewhat creepy.
Good-night. I hope you get some sleep. I really think you need it, Miss I-go-to-bed-at-five-a.m. That is not healthy. But I won't be overbearing.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
My Love For David Bowie Is Fiery
Woah.
So I decided to listento all of your Christmas CD, and I started with the last one because you said something about it being really good. Oh. Woah. This guy doesn't sound like he likes Christmas much. I kinda wanna make him some sugar cookies. Really.
This year really has gone by quickly. I seems like...I don't know, it just went by quickly.
I really think I need sleep, and lots of it. My head needs a rest. It has been moving at five million miles per hour thinking about stupid things, and it is time to "let it be".
No, of course Elizabeth and I didn't join forces to hurt you. Great minds think alike, is all. And I apologize for your nose--that I really can sympathize.
Awkwardness is awful (though apparently, I am the queen of it...that is like being the queen of some truly horrific country). It should be banned. Rally the troops, Abigail! I wish I had a reason to say that every day.
Oh, Abby, a bowl cut? I can only imagine. I really don't think I could talk to you without laughing. I also need to get my hair cut. I need it short (not bowl cut), I believe. I would be a nice change.
Ah, you better bring me breakfast. Oi, I don't think I can attend the DBQ (or was it DVQ?) in the morning. I will probably die from exhaustion.
You don't need a job. Your job is to write on the blog.
I would be elated if you began calling my cello girl. And Scrabble Girl is an honor, so be pleased.
Oh, your concerto will quite possibly not turn out. I am feeling quite down on music right now. I am not saying this so you can be all, "Auds, you can do it! Listen to your inspirational CD!" I'll figure it out...someday. I just hate that when I really do work hard on a project, it isn't turning out as I had expected. And no, you will not receive lyrics. Are you trying to puch me over the edge?
Ay yay for Invisible Children meetings. When is this one of Friday?
You better love Moulin Rouge. It sounds as if we have several movies to watch on the seventh. It should be an all out wonderous day.
People must lead strange lives that I don't know and don't want to know about. I am extremely happy you are done being bad. It is entirely pointless to do things that will never be beneficial to you and are a waste of your time. You could be watching Moulin Rouge instead.
It sounds like a good idea for your New Year's, Abby.
Every New Year's (actually, the past two), we write down twelve names of guys we know that we could end up dating that year. You put the little slips of paper, as well as one blank one, under your pillow, and then the next morning, you pick one out without looking. Guess who got the blank one?
Experiments sound fun! I think we should get a bunch of people to do one this year.
It would be so weird to be someone else. Especially the part about having their thoughts and now acknowledging the fact that you are them. I don't know who I would choose. That would require a lot of thought.
Lists! Ah! Sounds like a good way to spend time, seriously.
I hope you like your lasagna tomorrow. I am sure I will like my breakfast.
Oh yes. We will be blocked. It is my new goal for life.
I am going to sleep now. For a long, long time.
So I decided to listento all of your Christmas CD, and I started with the last one because you said something about it being really good. Oh. Woah. This guy doesn't sound like he likes Christmas much. I kinda wanna make him some sugar cookies. Really.
This year really has gone by quickly. I seems like...I don't know, it just went by quickly.
I really think I need sleep, and lots of it. My head needs a rest. It has been moving at five million miles per hour thinking about stupid things, and it is time to "let it be".
No, of course Elizabeth and I didn't join forces to hurt you. Great minds think alike, is all. And I apologize for your nose--that I really can sympathize.
Awkwardness is awful (though apparently, I am the queen of it...that is like being the queen of some truly horrific country). It should be banned. Rally the troops, Abigail! I wish I had a reason to say that every day.
Oh, Abby, a bowl cut? I can only imagine. I really don't think I could talk to you without laughing. I also need to get my hair cut. I need it short (not bowl cut), I believe. I would be a nice change.
Ah, you better bring me breakfast. Oi, I don't think I can attend the DBQ (or was it DVQ?) in the morning. I will probably die from exhaustion.
You don't need a job. Your job is to write on the blog.
I would be elated if you began calling my cello girl. And Scrabble Girl is an honor, so be pleased.
Oh, your concerto will quite possibly not turn out. I am feeling quite down on music right now. I am not saying this so you can be all, "Auds, you can do it! Listen to your inspirational CD!" I'll figure it out...someday. I just hate that when I really do work hard on a project, it isn't turning out as I had expected. And no, you will not receive lyrics. Are you trying to puch me over the edge?
Ay yay for Invisible Children meetings. When is this one of Friday?
You better love Moulin Rouge. It sounds as if we have several movies to watch on the seventh. It should be an all out wonderous day.
People must lead strange lives that I don't know and don't want to know about. I am extremely happy you are done being bad. It is entirely pointless to do things that will never be beneficial to you and are a waste of your time. You could be watching Moulin Rouge instead.
It sounds like a good idea for your New Year's, Abby.
Every New Year's (actually, the past two), we write down twelve names of guys we know that we could end up dating that year. You put the little slips of paper, as well as one blank one, under your pillow, and then the next morning, you pick one out without looking. Guess who got the blank one?
Experiments sound fun! I think we should get a bunch of people to do one this year.
It would be so weird to be someone else. Especially the part about having their thoughts and now acknowledging the fact that you are them. I don't know who I would choose. That would require a lot of thought.
Lists! Ah! Sounds like a good way to spend time, seriously.
I hope you like your lasagna tomorrow. I am sure I will like my breakfast.
Oh yes. We will be blocked. It is my new goal for life.
I am going to sleep now. For a long, long time.
"Still things could be much worse,
natural disasters on the evening news. Still things could be much worse, we still get our help, my paycheck in the mail."
I've been starting the entry with lyrics of the song I'm listening to. Weird.
This year has gone by so fast, golly. It just keeps going. Ah, life, life, life.
I need to call Drew to remember my Scrabble game! I can feel my vocabulary detiorating in it's patience. It's frustrating.
OH! Okay, so was today Auds and Elizabeth Beat Up Abby day? Seriously. First, Elizabeth all day just slowly kills me more and more, and now you Auds? Now you are in on this? My nose is SO much runnier now. Thanks for slamming it into your shoulder. Really, thanks.
I'm glad you are comfortable around me, Auds. Really, I hate awkwardness. It should be annhilated. I am going to start an army against awkwardness, no lie. It is on. That really would be kind of cool, now that I think about it.
I need a hair cut. I would seriously love to just get a bowl cut. Why would I not want a funny hair cut? Can we all please just get insanely goofy haircuts? Just for once in our life? Really, hair grows back. I'm thinking I want to do this. I think I shall, maybe not soon, but sometime in my life.
I am excited for my Christmas CD. I'm still bringing you breakfast tomorrow, even though I do have every right not too. Ah, the things I do for love. I really do love the Christmas season. Just everything about it. It's just refreshing, really.
I need a job. It's depressing. Gah.
I always give in to guilt too. Which just leads to more problems. Is giving in being dishonest? I hate degrees of things. I hate how one thing can't just be one thing, and how I can't think it just to be one thing. I want simplicity.
If you ever call me Scrabble Girl again, I just don't know what I will do. Can I call you Cello Girl? These sound like little elementary note nicknames, ahah. I want to sign everything like that now. No questions asked.
I am seriously so excited for this Concerto Abigail no. 7. I know you've written six already, no need to lie. I am ready for the anger, the sadness, the resentment, but most of all, the happiness and how it will flow like a river right into my ears. I'm excited. Will you be writing lyrics to this piece? Or should I not push my luck? :]
You will be a great addition to Invisible Children, Auds. Despite how often I may argue you are not. It's really going to be great. We (Elizabeth and I) talked to Dr. Cooney about it, and we've got the go ahead for basically everything, aha.
It's weird how math is becoming one of my favorite subjects, aha. Only because I'm doing well. Once I get knocked down though I won't like it again. I'm doing pretty well in school. It's weird.
I wish my mom had made me food when I came home. Instead, I got Taco Bell on the road and now my stomach hates me.
Auds, I will watch Moulin Rouge with you. We will watch it on December 7. No if's, and's, or but's. I am excited. I know I will love it. So there.
Me and you should sit down and make lists. You are the only one else that I know that enjoys making lists. Why would I actually find that really fun?
Hey, no, I know that there are socks thicker than my bear socks. I am determined to find those.
I like New Year's, really. I'm going to be good this year, really. I'm done being bad. Well, can't say I'm done, but I'm definitley motivated to be better. I don't know, I'm just kind of tired of it. It's tiring. It's weird to think of the things you don't know about people. Like, what people's lives really are. Weird.
This New Year's, I want it to big. I want to go to Indiana Beach and like write down everything and then just throw it in Lake Michigan. I think that'd be a good start, like an actual physical new slate. I think it would just help to mentally convince myself. I'm really bad when it comes to self-confidence and not regretting things, ahah. Weird!
I am so excited to decorate the tree with your family. You really just have no idea.
Year-long experiments. Like, what would happen if someone perfectly followed the food pyramid for a year. Or if someone didn't tell a lie for the whole year. Or if someone could survive on a certain amount of money or items, you know? I just have so many ideas in my head.
Don't you wish you could really just be someone else for a day? Not because I don't want to be me, but becuase I would like to be someone else for a little bit, but I couldn't be me in them, I would have to be totally them. I would just want to remember it.
I hope you will like your breakfast tomorrow.
Goodnight.
We should broadcast this blogging community. Auds, we WILL be blocked.
I've been starting the entry with lyrics of the song I'm listening to. Weird.
This year has gone by so fast, golly. It just keeps going. Ah, life, life, life.
I need to call Drew to remember my Scrabble game! I can feel my vocabulary detiorating in it's patience. It's frustrating.
OH! Okay, so was today Auds and Elizabeth Beat Up Abby day? Seriously. First, Elizabeth all day just slowly kills me more and more, and now you Auds? Now you are in on this? My nose is SO much runnier now. Thanks for slamming it into your shoulder. Really, thanks.
I'm glad you are comfortable around me, Auds. Really, I hate awkwardness. It should be annhilated. I am going to start an army against awkwardness, no lie. It is on. That really would be kind of cool, now that I think about it.
I need a hair cut. I would seriously love to just get a bowl cut. Why would I not want a funny hair cut? Can we all please just get insanely goofy haircuts? Just for once in our life? Really, hair grows back. I'm thinking I want to do this. I think I shall, maybe not soon, but sometime in my life.
I am excited for my Christmas CD. I'm still bringing you breakfast tomorrow, even though I do have every right not too. Ah, the things I do for love. I really do love the Christmas season. Just everything about it. It's just refreshing, really.
I need a job. It's depressing. Gah.
I always give in to guilt too. Which just leads to more problems. Is giving in being dishonest? I hate degrees of things. I hate how one thing can't just be one thing, and how I can't think it just to be one thing. I want simplicity.
If you ever call me Scrabble Girl again, I just don't know what I will do. Can I call you Cello Girl? These sound like little elementary note nicknames, ahah. I want to sign everything like that now. No questions asked.
I am seriously so excited for this Concerto Abigail no. 7. I know you've written six already, no need to lie. I am ready for the anger, the sadness, the resentment, but most of all, the happiness and how it will flow like a river right into my ears. I'm excited. Will you be writing lyrics to this piece? Or should I not push my luck? :]
You will be a great addition to Invisible Children, Auds. Despite how often I may argue you are not. It's really going to be great. We (Elizabeth and I) talked to Dr. Cooney about it, and we've got the go ahead for basically everything, aha.
It's weird how math is becoming one of my favorite subjects, aha. Only because I'm doing well. Once I get knocked down though I won't like it again. I'm doing pretty well in school. It's weird.
I wish my mom had made me food when I came home. Instead, I got Taco Bell on the road and now my stomach hates me.
Auds, I will watch Moulin Rouge with you. We will watch it on December 7. No if's, and's, or but's. I am excited. I know I will love it. So there.
Me and you should sit down and make lists. You are the only one else that I know that enjoys making lists. Why would I actually find that really fun?
Hey, no, I know that there are socks thicker than my bear socks. I am determined to find those.
I like New Year's, really. I'm going to be good this year, really. I'm done being bad. Well, can't say I'm done, but I'm definitley motivated to be better. I don't know, I'm just kind of tired of it. It's tiring. It's weird to think of the things you don't know about people. Like, what people's lives really are. Weird.
This New Year's, I want it to big. I want to go to Indiana Beach and like write down everything and then just throw it in Lake Michigan. I think that'd be a good start, like an actual physical new slate. I think it would just help to mentally convince myself. I'm really bad when it comes to self-confidence and not regretting things, ahah. Weird!
I am so excited to decorate the tree with your family. You really just have no idea.
Year-long experiments. Like, what would happen if someone perfectly followed the food pyramid for a year. Or if someone didn't tell a lie for the whole year. Or if someone could survive on a certain amount of money or items, you know? I just have so many ideas in my head.
Don't you wish you could really just be someone else for a day? Not because I don't want to be me, but becuase I would like to be someone else for a little bit, but I couldn't be me in them, I would have to be totally them. I would just want to remember it.
I hope you will like your breakfast tomorrow.
Goodnight.
We should broadcast this blogging community. Auds, we WILL be blocked.
Monday, November 26, 2007
CHRISTMAS is soon (a direct quote from the title of my CD)
Pretty soon, on the right hand side of our blog, it will say December. That is actually quite exciting. I am glad I have a blog with you because I think anyone else would make fun of me for checking it so constantly. But you, never.
My head aches from writing this slave narrative. Really. Aches. I cannot write four pages in a limited time. I should have done a one-a-page thing, but no. I had to procrastinate.
I will burn you a new one, but probably not tonight, as I have no idea what my mother did with the blank CD's. You have to give me at least one week to digest your CD's. That is a LOT of music to listen to. I have only just begun, and I usually have to go through a CD at least twice to decide which songs I particularly enjoy. I did, however, listen to the Christmas CD. That is no Rat Pack Christmas, let me tell you. I do like it though.
I always always always give in to guilt. It is actually a quite horrible trait to posess. Nobody knows what it really right--we are all lost, basically. I think I honestly believe that, as horrible as it sounds.
GO AWAY, headache!
You are crazy. I hope you know that, Scrabble Girl (or SG).
Oh, our phone conversations. I was so tired this morning, and for what? Just kidding, it was a lovely conversation. I will call you. Someday. I just don't support phones, so why would I call anyone? Poor Invisible Children meeting. Once this stupid play is over, I will be a loyal member, I promise.
It is nice having someone wanting me to succeed in composing this piece. I feel motivated, and soon I will be inspired, all because of you.
Second math star. I am quite impressed. Truly. You are doing very well in the subject. Now, if only we can get you to stop skipping health...
I came home and my mother had made eggs, fried potatos, sausage, and toast. It was a lovely warm-me-up meal. Tonight would have been much better if I didn't have to type a FOUR PAGE PAPER.
Did you really ask me if I had seen Gone With the Wind? I'm pretty sure we have had conversations about it. Oh, how I love it. I've never read anything by Chuck Palahniuk. I really have got to start reading more and watching better movies. It is time to expand my taste. I would love to show you Moulin Rouge, but I would be too afraid of you hating it to watch it with you.
I'm pretty sure your bear socks are as thick as they make them.
I love Christmastime, but no New Year's for me. I honestly think it is a stupid holiday. I doesn't necessarily have to be; I mean, it is a cool idea, but people have given it such a nasty rep. Now it is just an excuse for people to do stupid things that drive me crazy. I usually just watch movies. Last year I went over to my cousin's and we watched Friends on DVD and drank Strawberry soda. Good times.
My family is just as excited for you to decorate the tree. They kept asking me all these questions. It sounds as if you will be coming to help us pick out the tree too, if that is all right with you. It will be on the same day, anyway, so it shouldn't interfere with your overly busy (ha! I accidentally typed "busty") schedule.
Ah, homeroom. The most magical place on earth.
Good-bye.
What experiments are you talking about?
My head aches from writing this slave narrative. Really. Aches. I cannot write four pages in a limited time. I should have done a one-a-page thing, but no. I had to procrastinate.
I will burn you a new one, but probably not tonight, as I have no idea what my mother did with the blank CD's. You have to give me at least one week to digest your CD's. That is a LOT of music to listen to. I have only just begun, and I usually have to go through a CD at least twice to decide which songs I particularly enjoy. I did, however, listen to the Christmas CD. That is no Rat Pack Christmas, let me tell you. I do like it though.
I always always always give in to guilt. It is actually a quite horrible trait to posess. Nobody knows what it really right--we are all lost, basically. I think I honestly believe that, as horrible as it sounds.
GO AWAY, headache!
You are crazy. I hope you know that, Scrabble Girl (or SG).
Oh, our phone conversations. I was so tired this morning, and for what? Just kidding, it was a lovely conversation. I will call you. Someday. I just don't support phones, so why would I call anyone? Poor Invisible Children meeting. Once this stupid play is over, I will be a loyal member, I promise.
It is nice having someone wanting me to succeed in composing this piece. I feel motivated, and soon I will be inspired, all because of you.
Second math star. I am quite impressed. Truly. You are doing very well in the subject. Now, if only we can get you to stop skipping health...
I came home and my mother had made eggs, fried potatos, sausage, and toast. It was a lovely warm-me-up meal. Tonight would have been much better if I didn't have to type a FOUR PAGE PAPER.
Did you really ask me if I had seen Gone With the Wind? I'm pretty sure we have had conversations about it. Oh, how I love it. I've never read anything by Chuck Palahniuk. I really have got to start reading more and watching better movies. It is time to expand my taste. I would love to show you Moulin Rouge, but I would be too afraid of you hating it to watch it with you.
I'm pretty sure your bear socks are as thick as they make them.
I love Christmastime, but no New Year's for me. I honestly think it is a stupid holiday. I doesn't necessarily have to be; I mean, it is a cool idea, but people have given it such a nasty rep. Now it is just an excuse for people to do stupid things that drive me crazy. I usually just watch movies. Last year I went over to my cousin's and we watched Friends on DVD and drank Strawberry soda. Good times.
My family is just as excited for you to decorate the tree. They kept asking me all these questions. It sounds as if you will be coming to help us pick out the tree too, if that is all right with you. It will be on the same day, anyway, so it shouldn't interfere with your overly busy (ha! I accidentally typed "busty") schedule.
Ah, homeroom. The most magical place on earth.
Good-bye.
What experiments are you talking about?
"Backbeat,
the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out. I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt."
Well, now that I know I am not the only one that continually checks the blog, even if it is my turn to post, (I just like to read it), I certainly will keep up on my the Blog. I really do love this thing. I can't remember life before it. Actually, I can, but now I have "I cannot wait to write this on the Blog."
I am so glad we are done with that Algebra project. Really, I feel like this is a new chapter in my life. It's a nice feeling, ahah.
I hope you are enjoying your CD's. You know, yours skipped the whole way through. :/ Do you think you could burn me a new one? You have to tell me what you think of the music on there. Really, aha. I'm excited.
Don't you hate that? When you have things to do or things you want to do but you feel guilty for not doing them? It's a weird thing. I always end up giving into the guilt, and just doing whatever. Life is so frustrating sometimes. I wonder if there really is a 'man on the top of the mountain'figure who just knows exactly what is right. Or if there is anyone in this world that actually knows what is really right. That'd be interesting.
Well, no more need for a free online trial. Drew has the game and is letting me borrow it. :] Meaning I am going to load that sucker into my computer and play it for all it's worth. Ah, how I love Scrabble.
Auds, seriously, I want you to call me, ahaha. I love our phone conversations. They are dear in my heart. Even if they do hold you back from your eight hours of sleep. AH! I need to get ahold of Sara and Ands, THERE IS NO INVISIBLE CHILDREN MEETING TOMORROW EITHER! I forgot of my interview at K-Mart. I'm excited for our club though, really, I just know it's going to do some real good. I'm glad you want to be involved, Auds.
I think you shall do very well on composing your piece after you are done listening to my CD's. If there is anyone you really like, tell me, and I'll burn you the whole CD. Why I am wanting you to do so well on this piece I do not know, but I really want to hear it.
I cannot believe I have gotten my second Math Star... I haven't absorbed it yet.
I am told I will get to see my baby cousin at Christmas, so I'm trying not to get too excited for that.
Ahaha, penguin would be fun to watch. I just want to watch people play charades now, ahah.
Tonight was good. My grandma came over for dinner and we had fettuccinni (spelling) alfredo (It pays to have an Italian in the family) and then I drove her home and then I went out and got a sketchbook and now I am about to do some homework and make some lists. Fun.
I am so excited to decorate the tree with your family and hear all the stories. I don't think you have any clue, aha. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
You haven't read Gone With The Wind? I read it either this summer or last summer. I think it was last summer. It was good, but a lot of parts made me mad. I think Scarlet is just plain dumb, and she's so damned selfish. But you can figure that out for yourself. Have you seen the movie? I think after The Grapes Of Wrath I'm going to read Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk. He's the guy the wrote Fight Club, and I need to read that too. But, my friends claim he is absolutely "amazing," so we will see how that goes.
My room is so clean. I got a new bookshelf! I love it. I need to paint my walls soon. Maybe we can have a spaghetti/paint my room night, aha.
Hm, this is interesting. Read this:
http://researchnews.osu.edu/archive/whtslav.htm
My hands and feet were freezing the whole day, and my eyes are itchy. Not good signs. Even worse, my feet were damp from the morning trek and that was just not pleasant to deal with the whole day. I did though. Cold feet really are the worst thing ever. I hate it. I think I am going to buy some thicker gloves soon. Unfortunately, I don't think you can get thicker socks than I have. :/
That is weird to think about. Do people really know us better than we know ourselves?
HOMEROOM IS TOMORROW! Ah, always good times. I need to take a shower, get comfortable, and get studying. AH! I need to work on that history paper. I do have seminar tomorrow, so that's a relief, really. It's so hard to get things done in that class though because there are so many people. I haven't seen Moulin Rouge, and I want to. There are a lot of movies I want to see. There are a lot of books I want to read. There are a lot of songs I want to hear. There are a lot of things I want to do, period. Golly.
Christmas time. :]
Get-get-psyched!!
Ah, plans. I'm borrowing my sister's cardigan. I love it, so much.
"Life really is good, whether you like it or not."
AGH! AND THEN NEW YEAR'S! What do you do on New Year's, Auds?
I am so glad this year is almost over. Not that it's been bad, just I like new one's. Does that make any sense? I always want to hold these experiments but I would never be able to do them myself. I want to, though. Rah, I'm ranting. Well, Auds, hope you are having a good night.
Well, now that I know I am not the only one that continually checks the blog, even if it is my turn to post, (I just like to read it), I certainly will keep up on my the Blog. I really do love this thing. I can't remember life before it. Actually, I can, but now I have "I cannot wait to write this on the Blog."
I am so glad we are done with that Algebra project. Really, I feel like this is a new chapter in my life. It's a nice feeling, ahah.
I hope you are enjoying your CD's. You know, yours skipped the whole way through. :/ Do you think you could burn me a new one? You have to tell me what you think of the music on there. Really, aha. I'm excited.
Don't you hate that? When you have things to do or things you want to do but you feel guilty for not doing them? It's a weird thing. I always end up giving into the guilt, and just doing whatever. Life is so frustrating sometimes. I wonder if there really is a 'man on the top of the mountain'figure who just knows exactly what is right. Or if there is anyone in this world that actually knows what is really right. That'd be interesting.
Well, no more need for a free online trial. Drew has the game and is letting me borrow it. :] Meaning I am going to load that sucker into my computer and play it for all it's worth. Ah, how I love Scrabble.
Auds, seriously, I want you to call me, ahaha. I love our phone conversations. They are dear in my heart. Even if they do hold you back from your eight hours of sleep. AH! I need to get ahold of Sara and Ands, THERE IS NO INVISIBLE CHILDREN MEETING TOMORROW EITHER! I forgot of my interview at K-Mart. I'm excited for our club though, really, I just know it's going to do some real good. I'm glad you want to be involved, Auds.
I think you shall do very well on composing your piece after you are done listening to my CD's. If there is anyone you really like, tell me, and I'll burn you the whole CD. Why I am wanting you to do so well on this piece I do not know, but I really want to hear it.
I cannot believe I have gotten my second Math Star... I haven't absorbed it yet.
I am told I will get to see my baby cousin at Christmas, so I'm trying not to get too excited for that.
Ahaha, penguin would be fun to watch. I just want to watch people play charades now, ahah.
Tonight was good. My grandma came over for dinner and we had fettuccinni (spelling) alfredo (It pays to have an Italian in the family) and then I drove her home and then I went out and got a sketchbook and now I am about to do some homework and make some lists. Fun.
I am so excited to decorate the tree with your family and hear all the stories. I don't think you have any clue, aha. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
You haven't read Gone With The Wind? I read it either this summer or last summer. I think it was last summer. It was good, but a lot of parts made me mad. I think Scarlet is just plain dumb, and she's so damned selfish. But you can figure that out for yourself. Have you seen the movie? I think after The Grapes Of Wrath I'm going to read Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk. He's the guy the wrote Fight Club, and I need to read that too. But, my friends claim he is absolutely "amazing," so we will see how that goes.
My room is so clean. I got a new bookshelf! I love it. I need to paint my walls soon. Maybe we can have a spaghetti/paint my room night, aha.
Hm, this is interesting. Read this:
http://researchnews.osu.edu/archive/whtslav.htm
My hands and feet were freezing the whole day, and my eyes are itchy. Not good signs. Even worse, my feet were damp from the morning trek and that was just not pleasant to deal with the whole day. I did though. Cold feet really are the worst thing ever. I hate it. I think I am going to buy some thicker gloves soon. Unfortunately, I don't think you can get thicker socks than I have. :/
That is weird to think about. Do people really know us better than we know ourselves?
HOMEROOM IS TOMORROW! Ah, always good times. I need to take a shower, get comfortable, and get studying. AH! I need to work on that history paper. I do have seminar tomorrow, so that's a relief, really. It's so hard to get things done in that class though because there are so many people. I haven't seen Moulin Rouge, and I want to. There are a lot of movies I want to see. There are a lot of books I want to read. There are a lot of songs I want to hear. There are a lot of things I want to do, period. Golly.
Christmas time. :]
Get-get-psyched!!
Ah, plans. I'm borrowing my sister's cardigan. I love it, so much.
"Life really is good, whether you like it or not."
AGH! AND THEN NEW YEAR'S! What do you do on New Year's, Auds?
I am so glad this year is almost over. Not that it's been bad, just I like new one's. Does that make any sense? I always want to hold these experiments but I would never be able to do them myself. I want to, though. Rah, I'm ranting. Well, Auds, hope you are having a good night.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
They cut you like a word
What have I been doing all weekend, you ask?
Checking the blog.
Only to be disappointed at the lack of entries.
Just kidding. Kind of.
I haven't done anything, really, excapt hang out with my sister and her roommate and Eileen. Every time I tried to leave, I felt guilty because I never get to see my sister, so i didn't go.
I have seen the Walmart baby movie, and I love it. There is no need to make me watch it because I have seen it a total of five hundred times.
Your online trial ran out? That is quite saddening. Really, I am not being sarcastic for once. Leave the kitten alone. It is not its fault.
I would be very proud of you for not using your cell phone except for the part where I called you for raking leaves, and there was no answer. There are still invisible children in the world now.
I have tried for many, many hours to compose a piece for my art project, and I have about four drafts that are completely awful. It is driving me insane. How did these guys do it?
I am sorry you did not get to see your new baby cousin; you repeatedly told me of your excitement.
Charades is okay when your little sister doesn't make the slips of paper that include things like "Hannah Montana", "Zac Efron", "Troy Bolton", "Audrey", "Rachel", "Eileen", "Danielle", "Dad", and "penguin". Though I did like penguin.
I am burning your "Christmas with the Rat Pack" because that is how much I care. There has been a slight problem, however, so that one song says that it is 789 minutes long (though in actuality it does no play) and another is only 22 seconds.
Oh, Christmas. I have set up my Christmas tree in my room, and I must say, it looks awesome. I couldn't think of anything to put on my Christmas list this year. It was pathetic.
I have decided to try Gone With the Wind after Kite Runner and then some other book that my sister and I have wanted to read.
My room is trashed. It is pathetic.
I don't know if I am an over-analyzer. My mom calls me one, as does my sister, but how do they know? Or would they know better than I?
How DID slavery come about? It is such an off concept. Wouldn't people think, possibly, "hey, this is mean. Why are we using these people to do our work?" Why is it that whites were superior to blacks? I wonder if there was any point in history when whites were used as slaves to the blacks.
Ag. My feet are cold. I hate when my feet are cold. That is the worst feeling in the world.
I shall see you tomorrow, Abby.
And I'm in for Wednesday. I am ready to try Rally's.
What will our Homeroom theme be this week?
And...
I had to come back and add this one hour later...
As I have missed both the Invisible Children Meeting and the raking of the leaves, I would like a little fill-me-in. I have just been on the website for a second time, more thoroughly than before, and am wondering if they collect books as well. I think it said something about that in the video. I have a lot of books that I am willing to sacrifice (they aren't classics or anything, just ones from my teen literature phase), and I know a lot of Herron kids do also. Mind telling me all about this at school? I feel kind of worthless so far.
Checking the blog.
Only to be disappointed at the lack of entries.
Just kidding. Kind of.
I haven't done anything, really, excapt hang out with my sister and her roommate and Eileen. Every time I tried to leave, I felt guilty because I never get to see my sister, so i didn't go.
I have seen the Walmart baby movie, and I love it. There is no need to make me watch it because I have seen it a total of five hundred times.
Your online trial ran out? That is quite saddening. Really, I am not being sarcastic for once. Leave the kitten alone. It is not its fault.
I would be very proud of you for not using your cell phone except for the part where I called you for raking leaves, and there was no answer. There are still invisible children in the world now.
I have tried for many, many hours to compose a piece for my art project, and I have about four drafts that are completely awful. It is driving me insane. How did these guys do it?
I am sorry you did not get to see your new baby cousin; you repeatedly told me of your excitement.
Charades is okay when your little sister doesn't make the slips of paper that include things like "Hannah Montana", "Zac Efron", "Troy Bolton", "Audrey", "Rachel", "Eileen", "Danielle", "Dad", and "penguin". Though I did like penguin.
I am burning your "Christmas with the Rat Pack" because that is how much I care. There has been a slight problem, however, so that one song says that it is 789 minutes long (though in actuality it does no play) and another is only 22 seconds.
Oh, Christmas. I have set up my Christmas tree in my room, and I must say, it looks awesome. I couldn't think of anything to put on my Christmas list this year. It was pathetic.
I have decided to try Gone With the Wind after Kite Runner and then some other book that my sister and I have wanted to read.
My room is trashed. It is pathetic.
I don't know if I am an over-analyzer. My mom calls me one, as does my sister, but how do they know? Or would they know better than I?
How DID slavery come about? It is such an off concept. Wouldn't people think, possibly, "hey, this is mean. Why are we using these people to do our work?" Why is it that whites were superior to blacks? I wonder if there was any point in history when whites were used as slaves to the blacks.
Ag. My feet are cold. I hate when my feet are cold. That is the worst feeling in the world.
I shall see you tomorrow, Abby.
And I'm in for Wednesday. I am ready to try Rally's.
What will our Homeroom theme be this week?
And...
I had to come back and add this one hour later...
As I have missed both the Invisible Children Meeting and the raking of the leaves, I would like a little fill-me-in. I have just been on the website for a second time, more thoroughly than before, and am wondering if they collect books as well. I think it said something about that in the video. I have a lot of books that I am willing to sacrifice (they aren't classics or anything, just ones from my teen literature phase), and I know a lot of Herron kids do also. Mind telling me all about this at school? I feel kind of worthless so far.
Livid.
I am absolutely livid. So, I ran out of my free trial for online Scrabble, so I decided I would play against myself. I got out the ol' board and sat down, and three hours later, I'm still playing. My friend Jobeth stops by to give me all of my stuff (cell phone - I went without it from Friday night - just about ten minutes ago, you should be proud)and we came upstairs to my room really quick and BAM Emily's STUPID little DUMB kitten runs right across my Scrabble board... That I had been working on for three hours. Ah, I am so sad. It was going so good. I just cannot take this in right now.
Anyways, Auds, I went the whole weekend without really doing anything. It was weird. Friday night I slept untill about 9:30 and then Jobeth and Tyler came and picked me up and we went to the Fountain Square Diner where we ended up getting into a huge food fight outside and after I conquered Jobeth (Tyler was wearing new clothes, he didn't want to be involved) we came to my house and chilled out, they left and I went to sleep. Saturday I sat around literally all day, and I watched the movie about the girl who had her baby in the Wal-Mart, and surprisingly it was good. Even more surprising, it starred Natalie Portman. It's called Where The Heart Is if you ever want to watch it, which I am going to make you. And today, I just played Scrabble, and Jobeth just dropped off all of my stuff that I left in her car when I was racing to get to the shower from Friday night. I don't like having nothing to do, really. I started a painting, but other than that, it just makes you think, and obviously I think quite enough.
How was your weekend?
You don't like playing charades? That is a fun game to watch, I think. I don't like playing it. I'm not good at it at all. I just stick to board games. I love seeing all my family. I didn't get to see my new baby cousin though. :/ I will Christmas.
SPEAKING OF, IT IS TIME TO DOMINATE IN PRESENT SHOPPING! I love it, so much.
Ahah, my grandma won't think you are a "sweetheart" for long. You just want. I'm going to stop this nonsense, nip it in the bud, Auds.
I am sorry I made your head hurt, really. That's my head, all the time. I think a lot, I guess. Are you an over-analyzer? I'm an over-analyzer.
Elf was on last night and it made me think of you. Will Ferrell kind of creeps me out. I don't know why. I just don't think he is that funny, really.
You don't like pie? I'm not a cake person, except when it comes to cheesecake, but that is like, well, it's a whole different category I think.
I think you know that Dean is better. I think you are just arguing with me because you like to argue with me. I think that is very possibly.
Auds, it is 69 cent day at Rally's. Do you know how excited I am? We should go Wednesday.
I remembered to take mine. In your face. :]
Were you close to your Aunt Wanda? I hate funerals. I can't cry for someone that I didn't really know, but I feel expected to, you know? And all I can think about when I go to funerals is my grandmother's funeral, and I'm not going to go into a psycho-analysis of myself.
Also, I'm sorry your goldfish died. :/
Really, communism could work.
I was thinking today (see, I need to have things to do) and I figured it out. Altruism can only be true when there is no motivation. Does that make sense to you?
I want to read the Glass Menagerie. It's only my reading list, population 3985309. There are so many books. I wish nothing new came out for a year.
Happy start of the Christmas season to you too, Auds. Also, hope you are celebrating 69 cent day. If you are not, we will be Wednesday. I'm bringing Kite Runner for you Monday. :]
See you tomorrow!
Anyways, Auds, I went the whole weekend without really doing anything. It was weird. Friday night I slept untill about 9:30 and then Jobeth and Tyler came and picked me up and we went to the Fountain Square Diner where we ended up getting into a huge food fight outside and after I conquered Jobeth (Tyler was wearing new clothes, he didn't want to be involved) we came to my house and chilled out, they left and I went to sleep. Saturday I sat around literally all day, and I watched the movie about the girl who had her baby in the Wal-Mart, and surprisingly it was good. Even more surprising, it starred Natalie Portman. It's called Where The Heart Is if you ever want to watch it, which I am going to make you. And today, I just played Scrabble, and Jobeth just dropped off all of my stuff that I left in her car when I was racing to get to the shower from Friday night. I don't like having nothing to do, really. I started a painting, but other than that, it just makes you think, and obviously I think quite enough.
How was your weekend?
You don't like playing charades? That is a fun game to watch, I think. I don't like playing it. I'm not good at it at all. I just stick to board games. I love seeing all my family. I didn't get to see my new baby cousin though. :/ I will Christmas.
SPEAKING OF, IT IS TIME TO DOMINATE IN PRESENT SHOPPING! I love it, so much.
Ahah, my grandma won't think you are a "sweetheart" for long. You just want. I'm going to stop this nonsense, nip it in the bud, Auds.
I am sorry I made your head hurt, really. That's my head, all the time. I think a lot, I guess. Are you an over-analyzer? I'm an over-analyzer.
Elf was on last night and it made me think of you. Will Ferrell kind of creeps me out. I don't know why. I just don't think he is that funny, really.
You don't like pie? I'm not a cake person, except when it comes to cheesecake, but that is like, well, it's a whole different category I think.
I think you know that Dean is better. I think you are just arguing with me because you like to argue with me. I think that is very possibly.
Auds, it is 69 cent day at Rally's. Do you know how excited I am? We should go Wednesday.
I remembered to take mine. In your face. :]
Were you close to your Aunt Wanda? I hate funerals. I can't cry for someone that I didn't really know, but I feel expected to, you know? And all I can think about when I go to funerals is my grandmother's funeral, and I'm not going to go into a psycho-analysis of myself.
Also, I'm sorry your goldfish died. :/
Really, communism could work.
I was thinking today (see, I need to have things to do) and I figured it out. Altruism can only be true when there is no motivation. Does that make sense to you?
I want to read the Glass Menagerie. It's only my reading list, population 3985309. There are so many books. I wish nothing new came out for a year.
Happy start of the Christmas season to you too, Auds. Also, hope you are celebrating 69 cent day. If you are not, we will be Wednesday. I'm bringing Kite Runner for you Monday. :]
See you tomorrow!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!
Oh, life is happy.
I hope you have had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Mine has been interesting, to say the least. Someone always has to make someone else angry at these functions. I do love them all, though. Just not when they make me play charades for an hour.
I am oh so happy your grandmother thinks I am sweet. I love when friend's grandparents like me; it makes me feel like a good person.
Your last blog was so full of insightful comments that it made me head hurtt enormously. It is good that you are thinking so much, though, even on Thanksgiving, when all you are supposed to do is eat turkey.
YOU WORE YOUR NAMETAG! YES!
Oi. Have fun shopping. I'll be watching Elf and eating whipped cream (I'm not a big fan of the pie, though we had a cake this year, which was good).
The only live CD I like is "Live and Swingin'" with the Rat Pack. It makes me feel like I am there with my boys Frank and Dean (though favoritism would have to be shown towards the great Sinatra).
I forgot to take my history quiz and remembered the moment I woke up. I'm pretty sure I dreamed about it. I took off to the computer to take it.
There have been two deaths this Thanksgiving. Aunt Wanda has finally passed, and I found NMM, my goldfish, floating around noon.
I always think about communism, and how it probably isn't that bad and could quite possibly be beneficial, but then I'm like, "wow, I'm a freak." It's nice to know somebody else thinks this kind of.
I've always wanted to read The Grapes of Wrath. I finished The Glass Menagerie. It was sad. Such a simple sentence, "It was sad", but it really was. Not in the everybody's dying way, but the life is pointless way.
Oh goodness, I have only replied to half of your blog but I have to go. This house is crazy.
Happy start of the Christmas season!
I hope you have had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Mine has been interesting, to say the least. Someone always has to make someone else angry at these functions. I do love them all, though. Just not when they make me play charades for an hour.
I am oh so happy your grandmother thinks I am sweet. I love when friend's grandparents like me; it makes me feel like a good person.
Your last blog was so full of insightful comments that it made me head hurtt enormously. It is good that you are thinking so much, though, even on Thanksgiving, when all you are supposed to do is eat turkey.
YOU WORE YOUR NAMETAG! YES!
Oi. Have fun shopping. I'll be watching Elf and eating whipped cream (I'm not a big fan of the pie, though we had a cake this year, which was good).
The only live CD I like is "Live and Swingin'" with the Rat Pack. It makes me feel like I am there with my boys Frank and Dean (though favoritism would have to be shown towards the great Sinatra).
I forgot to take my history quiz and remembered the moment I woke up. I'm pretty sure I dreamed about it. I took off to the computer to take it.
There have been two deaths this Thanksgiving. Aunt Wanda has finally passed, and I found NMM, my goldfish, floating around noon.
I always think about communism, and how it probably isn't that bad and could quite possibly be beneficial, but then I'm like, "wow, I'm a freak." It's nice to know somebody else thinks this kind of.
I've always wanted to read The Grapes of Wrath. I finished The Glass Menagerie. It was sad. Such a simple sentence, "It was sad", but it really was. Not in the everybody's dying way, but the life is pointless way.
Oh goodness, I have only replied to half of your blog but I have to go. This house is crazy.
Happy start of the Christmas season!
"Well, we sat on the edge of the river.
The crowd screamed, "Sacrifice the liver!"
If God takes life, he's an Indian Giver.
So tell me now, why? You'll tell me never."
I love this song, aha.
I've never seen Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, but I do know the song.
I'm sorry it has taken me this long to respond. I went straight to my grandma's yesterday. I took her out to Don Pablo's and gave her the gift and she really liked it and it was a good night. I love her so much. Her bed is the warmest thing in the entire world. You can't help but smile when you wake up because it just makes you so content. Gah, I love it.
Anyways, Thankgiving was rather boring this year. But, definitley good food. Noodles, corn, mashed potatoes, turkey, ham, ah, I love it. And we got a lot of leftovers. Not even going to go on about the desserts. I love food so much. I wore my hand turkey, by the way, ahah. The family dug up a picture from when I was in kindergarten and I wore a paper bag Indian vest, a headress, and none other than a hand turkey name tag (not much different from the one you made) to dinner, and it made me laugh. I'm two years away from college and in reality I haven't changed all that much.
My mom is making me go shopping with her at midnight tonight. Oh, golly.
I like the silence after a good song. What I do hate is 1) live CD's. The applause before every song and the yelling during drives me insane. 2) When there's a long silence during the song. Like, afterwards, and it just won't move on. I hate that, in any song.
Is your cold any better? I'm now up to sneezing four times in the shower, ahah. Auds, you are going down. I hate being sick. Especially now. This is my favorite kind of weather. I'm telling you, it will not keep me down.
Agh, so, I will definitley work on that history paper Sunday. I've read all of the interviews. I don't get it. How could slavery come about? Like, I just don't get how anyone can think they are better than anyone. I just can't comprehend that. I just don't get it. Why does money have the biggest drive? Gah.
I was thinking about this today. Any form of government could work, if it was done right, and fairly. Like, communism for example. I like the idea, just it has a bad wrap because it went power/money insane. You know?
I'm reading The Grapes of Wrath. It's very good so far. It really makes you think, and I just like the way it puts things into perspective.
I found my water gun. :]
I think that all the time! (C.S. Lewis really went to Narnia, J,K. Rowling is an English professor at Hogwarts...) Maybe not that detailed, but really. I don't understand how it is not possible. We are the ones that created "reality," the ones that have made the line between what can happen and what can't, and we continually prove ourselves wrong over time. Why is this any different?
I think imaginations make life so much better. Whenever there are a lot of people around do you ever make up their life stories? Like, when I'm in a restaurant and someone comes in I'll just form this story in my head about why they are here and who they've known and just what there life has been like. Do you ever do that? Or when I'm just driving. I'll look at the car next to me and make up where they are going and why. I always wonder how right I may be.
Everything is a difficult concept to understand. I think it was my sister, who in a fit of desperation while doing her math homework asked me "Do we ever really understand anything?" I thought it was funny how such a philosophical question came out of that situation, but it's definitley stuck in my head. I do not know, to be honest.
I want to know who started making choices. Who said what can't happen, who said we need this, yadda ya. I want to know. Why did Hammurabi make those first set of laws? Why was he even chosen to be put in power in the first place? Who was the first leader, and why? I just don't get it. I wonder what choices I would make if I had the power, you know? I'm not sure.
Ah, I feel bad for your past owners. Do you ever wonder if everything was meant to happen? I hope the wife is happy wherever she is, and I hope the husband is too. I don't get why people hate the "bad guy," really. Like, sure, he caused a lot of unahappiness and drama but isn't it obvious he wasn't happy? Shouldn't we want everyone to be happy? Hm, I just never really got that.
Ahaha, it could be quite possible that my entire life story would be entitled Audrey and the Blog. I wonder if anyone knows absolutely everything about someone. I don't think anyone knows everything about me. That's weird to think about, I think.
That whole "I am me." Is weird. I am me, but who am I? Ahah, oh no. There are just so many questions. I don't think people should define themeselves. You know, like, I think it's like, we are all each other. Does that make sense? I don't think you can not act yourself. I hate when people say "That wasn't like you." Well, that was me in that moment. That was how I felt and I acted on that. I just don't think anybody is definable.
I didn't mean I would change everything I don't like, no, that's stupid and selfish. I'm just talking about things like world hunger and genocide. Things like that. Do you ever wonder if "Everything happens for a reason," is actually applicable to everything? That scares me.
It's not that age holds me back, it's just that it's hard to get people to take me seriously. For example, the Invisible Children club. I can't exactly fly out to the headquarters in California or wherever and have a meeting. I can start, but I can't do everything. It's not legal to.
Oh, and I did remember to tell Memaw you wished her a happy birthday. She said "Oh, really? What a sweetheart." And then I told her she should not like you, and I gave her twenty-five reasons why.
Just kidding, aha.
She thinks you are a "sweetheart."
I think I am going to go eat some leftovers and then take a nap and get pumped for midnight shopping. Gah, no. This will be interesting.
I hope you are having fun with your sister by the way!
Did anybody check the paper for out turkey?
If God takes life, he's an Indian Giver.
So tell me now, why? You'll tell me never."
I love this song, aha.
I've never seen Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, but I do know the song.
I'm sorry it has taken me this long to respond. I went straight to my grandma's yesterday. I took her out to Don Pablo's and gave her the gift and she really liked it and it was a good night. I love her so much. Her bed is the warmest thing in the entire world. You can't help but smile when you wake up because it just makes you so content. Gah, I love it.
Anyways, Thankgiving was rather boring this year. But, definitley good food. Noodles, corn, mashed potatoes, turkey, ham, ah, I love it. And we got a lot of leftovers. Not even going to go on about the desserts. I love food so much. I wore my hand turkey, by the way, ahah. The family dug up a picture from when I was in kindergarten and I wore a paper bag Indian vest, a headress, and none other than a hand turkey name tag (not much different from the one you made) to dinner, and it made me laugh. I'm two years away from college and in reality I haven't changed all that much.
My mom is making me go shopping with her at midnight tonight. Oh, golly.
I like the silence after a good song. What I do hate is 1) live CD's. The applause before every song and the yelling during drives me insane. 2) When there's a long silence during the song. Like, afterwards, and it just won't move on. I hate that, in any song.
Is your cold any better? I'm now up to sneezing four times in the shower, ahah. Auds, you are going down. I hate being sick. Especially now. This is my favorite kind of weather. I'm telling you, it will not keep me down.
Agh, so, I will definitley work on that history paper Sunday. I've read all of the interviews. I don't get it. How could slavery come about? Like, I just don't get how anyone can think they are better than anyone. I just can't comprehend that. I just don't get it. Why does money have the biggest drive? Gah.
I was thinking about this today. Any form of government could work, if it was done right, and fairly. Like, communism for example. I like the idea, just it has a bad wrap because it went power/money insane. You know?
I'm reading The Grapes of Wrath. It's very good so far. It really makes you think, and I just like the way it puts things into perspective.
I found my water gun. :]
I think that all the time! (C.S. Lewis really went to Narnia, J,K. Rowling is an English professor at Hogwarts...) Maybe not that detailed, but really. I don't understand how it is not possible. We are the ones that created "reality," the ones that have made the line between what can happen and what can't, and we continually prove ourselves wrong over time. Why is this any different?
I think imaginations make life so much better. Whenever there are a lot of people around do you ever make up their life stories? Like, when I'm in a restaurant and someone comes in I'll just form this story in my head about why they are here and who they've known and just what there life has been like. Do you ever do that? Or when I'm just driving. I'll look at the car next to me and make up where they are going and why. I always wonder how right I may be.
Everything is a difficult concept to understand. I think it was my sister, who in a fit of desperation while doing her math homework asked me "Do we ever really understand anything?" I thought it was funny how such a philosophical question came out of that situation, but it's definitley stuck in my head. I do not know, to be honest.
I want to know who started making choices. Who said what can't happen, who said we need this, yadda ya. I want to know. Why did Hammurabi make those first set of laws? Why was he even chosen to be put in power in the first place? Who was the first leader, and why? I just don't get it. I wonder what choices I would make if I had the power, you know? I'm not sure.
Ah, I feel bad for your past owners. Do you ever wonder if everything was meant to happen? I hope the wife is happy wherever she is, and I hope the husband is too. I don't get why people hate the "bad guy," really. Like, sure, he caused a lot of unahappiness and drama but isn't it obvious he wasn't happy? Shouldn't we want everyone to be happy? Hm, I just never really got that.
Ahaha, it could be quite possible that my entire life story would be entitled Audrey and the Blog. I wonder if anyone knows absolutely everything about someone. I don't think anyone knows everything about me. That's weird to think about, I think.
That whole "I am me." Is weird. I am me, but who am I? Ahah, oh no. There are just so many questions. I don't think people should define themeselves. You know, like, I think it's like, we are all each other. Does that make sense? I don't think you can not act yourself. I hate when people say "That wasn't like you." Well, that was me in that moment. That was how I felt and I acted on that. I just don't think anybody is definable.
I didn't mean I would change everything I don't like, no, that's stupid and selfish. I'm just talking about things like world hunger and genocide. Things like that. Do you ever wonder if "Everything happens for a reason," is actually applicable to everything? That scares me.
It's not that age holds me back, it's just that it's hard to get people to take me seriously. For example, the Invisible Children club. I can't exactly fly out to the headquarters in California or wherever and have a meeting. I can start, but I can't do everything. It's not legal to.
Oh, and I did remember to tell Memaw you wished her a happy birthday. She said "Oh, really? What a sweetheart." And then I told her she should not like you, and I gave her twenty-five reasons why.
Just kidding, aha.
She thinks you are a "sweetheart."
I think I am going to go eat some leftovers and then take a nap and get pumped for midnight shopping. Gah, no. This will be interesting.
I hope you are having fun with your sister by the way!
Did anybody check the paper for out turkey?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang
I loved that movie. I went through a Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang phase where that was all I would rent from the movie store.
I hate when you're listening to a really good song and it ends, and then there is silence afterwards. It drives me crazy.
Do you have any idea how pumped I am for Homeroom? My mom asked if I wanted to skip school because of this FREAKY cold and because my sister will be home, and I said, "Maybe," but then about three seconds later I was all, "NO WAY! That would be skipping out on homeroom, and I so can't do that!" She gave me a funny look. As always.
I feel like I should do the history paper, but I don't exactly feel like writing four pages. I should do it. No. Yes. Ag.
I say no list for tonight because we will be busy enough with our reasons for love (that is what I have titled it).
Only about four hours until my sister gets home!
There have to be so many alternate universes. Do you ever think that C.S. Lewis really went to Narnia, and we are all stupid mortals that will never figure out how to get there? And that J.K. Rowling is actually a witch? That would be so interesting. I want to live in magical universe. I really do believe in magic (not the freaky wiccan stuff), I think. My imagination is a little off. Can imaginations be "off"? I say no. I take back my past comment.
The heat from the light makes the lamp hot. I didn't think this was such a difficult concept to understand.
You should not be upset about the graph. Sure, you somehow got the number fourteen in there somewhere. That is unimportant.
Woah. Do you ever start thinking, "I am me"? Like, woah. It always freaks me out when I think that I am me and no one else. I don't know. It is crazy. Sometimes I just think about it without meaning to and my mind soars. Isn't it weird that we are real and not just the stories in someone's mind? We are real, but the characters in books aren't. How is that chosen? What decides that I should live as a human being but Anna Karenina should just be the main character in a novel?
My house was built in the early 2000's by an engineer and his realtor wife. They were probably about fifty. They had to move because the husband had an affair with some girl he met on the internet (Katie's room used to be the computer room...think about the history of that room) and they divorced. Janice (the woman) couldn't afford the house on her own, though she put a lot of thought into making it. It is quite sad, actually. She really liked the windows.
I think the greatest present would be a recording of a portion of your life. That would be so nice to have. I wonder what the person writing would find important in life. Would he/she find the same significance in events that I consider important? I started on one for Eileen once but became too stressed at my poorly organized writing skills. If someone were to write your life story, I am pretty sure there would be an entire chapter entitled "Audrey and the Blog".
YOu can't change everything you don't like. That is unrealistic and would result in no sort of progress. We can work on changing things. And just because we are sixteen doesn't mean we can't do anything to make changes. You should know that that is only an excuse, Abby.
Latin tudor vs. Nintendo. Hmmm...I think I've played video games twice, and look at me! I'm fine. Bad example...
I'm sorry that my stories weren't very good. I just remember that it was on Thanksgiving that I found my grandma's guns. That would have been a good one. I would love to talk to your grandma, but pepole never talk to others as they talk to you. Like, when you want someone to talk to this really funny person you know, and you've worked them up a bunch, and then they don't act the same as they usually do around you. Not that this has to do with your grandma. I'm sure I'll think she is just as awesome as you do. Hey, tomorrow's her birthday! Make sure to tell her that I remembered and that I wish her a lovely birthday. You also might want to tell her who I am so that she isn't worried when she receives birthday wishes from some strange girl that goes to your school.
I have to go make cherry pie.
I hate when you're listening to a really good song and it ends, and then there is silence afterwards. It drives me crazy.
Do you have any idea how pumped I am for Homeroom? My mom asked if I wanted to skip school because of this FREAKY cold and because my sister will be home, and I said, "Maybe," but then about three seconds later I was all, "NO WAY! That would be skipping out on homeroom, and I so can't do that!" She gave me a funny look. As always.
I feel like I should do the history paper, but I don't exactly feel like writing four pages. I should do it. No. Yes. Ag.
I say no list for tonight because we will be busy enough with our reasons for love (that is what I have titled it).
Only about four hours until my sister gets home!
There have to be so many alternate universes. Do you ever think that C.S. Lewis really went to Narnia, and we are all stupid mortals that will never figure out how to get there? And that J.K. Rowling is actually a witch? That would be so interesting. I want to live in magical universe. I really do believe in magic (not the freaky wiccan stuff), I think. My imagination is a little off. Can imaginations be "off"? I say no. I take back my past comment.
The heat from the light makes the lamp hot. I didn't think this was such a difficult concept to understand.
You should not be upset about the graph. Sure, you somehow got the number fourteen in there somewhere. That is unimportant.
Woah. Do you ever start thinking, "I am me"? Like, woah. It always freaks me out when I think that I am me and no one else. I don't know. It is crazy. Sometimes I just think about it without meaning to and my mind soars. Isn't it weird that we are real and not just the stories in someone's mind? We are real, but the characters in books aren't. How is that chosen? What decides that I should live as a human being but Anna Karenina should just be the main character in a novel?
My house was built in the early 2000's by an engineer and his realtor wife. They were probably about fifty. They had to move because the husband had an affair with some girl he met on the internet (Katie's room used to be the computer room...think about the history of that room) and they divorced. Janice (the woman) couldn't afford the house on her own, though she put a lot of thought into making it. It is quite sad, actually. She really liked the windows.
I think the greatest present would be a recording of a portion of your life. That would be so nice to have. I wonder what the person writing would find important in life. Would he/she find the same significance in events that I consider important? I started on one for Eileen once but became too stressed at my poorly organized writing skills. If someone were to write your life story, I am pretty sure there would be an entire chapter entitled "Audrey and the Blog".
YOu can't change everything you don't like. That is unrealistic and would result in no sort of progress. We can work on changing things. And just because we are sixteen doesn't mean we can't do anything to make changes. You should know that that is only an excuse, Abby.
Latin tudor vs. Nintendo. Hmmm...I think I've played video games twice, and look at me! I'm fine. Bad example...
I'm sorry that my stories weren't very good. I just remember that it was on Thanksgiving that I found my grandma's guns. That would have been a good one. I would love to talk to your grandma, but pepole never talk to others as they talk to you. Like, when you want someone to talk to this really funny person you know, and you've worked them up a bunch, and then they don't act the same as they usually do around you. Not that this has to do with your grandma. I'm sure I'll think she is just as awesome as you do. Hey, tomorrow's her birthday! Make sure to tell her that I remembered and that I wish her a lovely birthday. You also might want to tell her who I am so that she isn't worried when she receives birthday wishes from some strange girl that goes to your school.
I have to go make cherry pie.
"Chicken Legs!"
Funny how I was just telling you about my nickname, and now that the family is slowly migrating home, here it comes. Oh, Lord.
My computer randomly does that too! A screen will randomly just close out. I wonder if there is a virtual zone these screens escape too. Kind of like a chalk zone, but for web pages. Hm. It's weird to think of all the possible alternate universes.
So the lamp hurts just because it is made of metal? This does not make sense to me. When I touch a metal pan it does not hurt. Oh, is it because of the light? Like the light makes the metal hot? That does make sense to me. You should write on all of your sleeves, "I love Abby," and if you do not do that, "Use to move lamp." It'd be even better to have both on there.
I think you are a very deep person, actually. Maybe I over-analyze everything, but really, that is so fun. I love analyzing things. There's just so many different everything. It's an insane world. You are not an idiot, Auds. As much as you disagree you are one of the smartest people I have ever met. You would probably catch that you were doing a graph totally wrong. Which, by the way, I'm still upset about. Not you, just the fact it wasn't right. Stupid! For these reasons I do not like math. You think you're doing jolly well and then, well, no, you're not. It's much too confusing. Possibly I just question it too much.
I'm listening to Frank Sinatra right now, actually.
So you would live in Audrey Hepburn's house? That is nice. I wish I knew more about the people who lived here before me. Everything should come with a documented history. Sometimes, I even think people should. Do you ever wonder what someone would write if they wrote down your life story? How would they see it? I always think about that. And you couldn't say anything in your defense. It'd be interesting.
I'm definitley thinking Canada. I do love Indiana though. I don't understand why people hate it so much. "I think that it's brainless to assume that making changes to your window's view will give a new perspective." I just really have no idea, though.
How can I not base a schedule, though. Everyone's always asking for the plan. Well, I can't really make plans untill I know. Everything has to be so far in advanced, and spontaniety is losing it's flavor, meaning I need to shape up, or something like it. It's frustrating. I'm not exactly the plan-eight-weeks-ahead type. Maybe this is growing up? It's really overrated. I don't get it. If we don't like something, why don't we change it? I always feel like I cannot do much, being just one person. Maybe I'm not open enough about what I want, but then again who really knows what you want when you're sixteen years old? I'm ranting.
Do we even really know what beauty is? Everyone's view is different. Wasn't it you that was telling me that they wonder if everyone sees colors differently? Well, maybe that's the same. Gah, everything is so confusing. Is it really about what you want?
You have inspired the Latin tudor, aha. I'm just sick of not getting it, so I bet this will help. Either that or a Nintendo DS, ahah. Video games are so fun. I don't see how people don't play them.
I'll finish the project tonight so you can look at it before we turn it in. I hope I do it right, ha.
I think yelling/screaming is one of the worst things in the entire world.
Wow, I'm surprised about your Thanksgiving stories. I really want you to meet my grandma and talk to her. But she'd have to be how she is when she's around me when you talk to her for you to just fully understand any of my stories, haha.
I had "grey areas." You know, when you just don't know what is right or wrong, or if you did the wrong thing or not. Gah.
New list! How about, um, well, it's your turn to come up with one Auds.
Well, technically, we both have 25 due tomorrow, aha. I am so excited for this.
My computer randomly does that too! A screen will randomly just close out. I wonder if there is a virtual zone these screens escape too. Kind of like a chalk zone, but for web pages. Hm. It's weird to think of all the possible alternate universes.
So the lamp hurts just because it is made of metal? This does not make sense to me. When I touch a metal pan it does not hurt. Oh, is it because of the light? Like the light makes the metal hot? That does make sense to me. You should write on all of your sleeves, "I love Abby," and if you do not do that, "Use to move lamp." It'd be even better to have both on there.
I think you are a very deep person, actually. Maybe I over-analyze everything, but really, that is so fun. I love analyzing things. There's just so many different everything. It's an insane world. You are not an idiot, Auds. As much as you disagree you are one of the smartest people I have ever met. You would probably catch that you were doing a graph totally wrong. Which, by the way, I'm still upset about. Not you, just the fact it wasn't right. Stupid! For these reasons I do not like math. You think you're doing jolly well and then, well, no, you're not. It's much too confusing. Possibly I just question it too much.
I'm listening to Frank Sinatra right now, actually.
So you would live in Audrey Hepburn's house? That is nice. I wish I knew more about the people who lived here before me. Everything should come with a documented history. Sometimes, I even think people should. Do you ever wonder what someone would write if they wrote down your life story? How would they see it? I always think about that. And you couldn't say anything in your defense. It'd be interesting.
I'm definitley thinking Canada. I do love Indiana though. I don't understand why people hate it so much. "I think that it's brainless to assume that making changes to your window's view will give a new perspective." I just really have no idea, though.
How can I not base a schedule, though. Everyone's always asking for the plan. Well, I can't really make plans untill I know. Everything has to be so far in advanced, and spontaniety is losing it's flavor, meaning I need to shape up, or something like it. It's frustrating. I'm not exactly the plan-eight-weeks-ahead type. Maybe this is growing up? It's really overrated. I don't get it. If we don't like something, why don't we change it? I always feel like I cannot do much, being just one person. Maybe I'm not open enough about what I want, but then again who really knows what you want when you're sixteen years old? I'm ranting.
Do we even really know what beauty is? Everyone's view is different. Wasn't it you that was telling me that they wonder if everyone sees colors differently? Well, maybe that's the same. Gah, everything is so confusing. Is it really about what you want?
You have inspired the Latin tudor, aha. I'm just sick of not getting it, so I bet this will help. Either that or a Nintendo DS, ahah. Video games are so fun. I don't see how people don't play them.
I'll finish the project tonight so you can look at it before we turn it in. I hope I do it right, ha.
I think yelling/screaming is one of the worst things in the entire world.
Wow, I'm surprised about your Thanksgiving stories. I really want you to meet my grandma and talk to her. But she'd have to be how she is when she's around me when you talk to her for you to just fully understand any of my stories, haha.
I had "grey areas." You know, when you just don't know what is right or wrong, or if you did the wrong thing or not. Gah.
New list! How about, um, well, it's your turn to come up with one Auds.
Well, technically, we both have 25 due tomorrow, aha. I am so excited for this.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Argh
Are you kidding me?
I just spent thrity minutes typing the greatest blog entry ever.
I was putting the title.
And the screen closed.
To where I am not sure.
But it is gone.
Hater.
Anyway, here will be another blog. What else do I have to do?
The lamp hurts when you touch it because it is insane and made out of metal. The loser that is in the computer room tends to move the lamp up so that when I come in here, it is blinding. When I touch the top to put it down, my finger goes crazy. I am too stupid to use my sleeve.
There is definitely nothing better than food waiting for you, which is why I secretly love my mother's current state of unemployment.
Meaningful lyrics are good, except for when they are too meaningful. Apparently, I am not a very deep person, and I can't understand lyrics if they are too meaningful. Then, I feel stupid, so I always return to the comfortable, wonderful Frank Sinatra, whose lyrics are meaningful but not too deep for this idiot.
I have picked out my house in Switzerland because, as I have said, I own about three million books about Audrey Hepburn, and she had the most amazing house there. Canada is also really gorgeous. Nice and neutral.
The IMA would be splendid, but you should never base your schedule around anyone or anything. You should never bas a schedule, period.
I always thought that the beholder was the person looking upon it. Like, they were experiencing the beauty, almost. And that it means that something is only beautiful if you think or wish it to be. As in, I can look at this bottle of water and not find in extraordinary in any way because I already have that mindset and because I don't want it to be special. Or, I could look at it and think it is the most beautiful object in the entire world because I want it to be so. This probably isn't what the quote means, but I always liked my interpretation. It made sense to me.
A Latin tudor? Have I done this to you, or have you brought this upon yourself?
Blootie and the Hofish. That is good.
Our project will only be the best one because of you, Abby. What is this? Not only do you beat my test score (that is hanging above my bed, by the way, and my father is also proud), but you are overachieving on the project. My heart is bursting with pride.
Woah. She is screaming. Like, screaming. Like, woah. What is wrong with Katie? Oh, snap. It's over. No worries.
My favorite Christmas presents...
1. My typewriter
2. Baby Kate (my stuffed animal that I got right before Katie was born...I don't think they knew that they were going to name her Katherine)
3. My Playmobile Train (this thing is hardcore. Seriously. I love it.)
Actually, my Thanksgiving stories aren't very impressive. Other holidays would have been good. Here they go, though.
1. We always have a prayer before we eat for my grandma's sake, and my dad said, jokingly, since no one else goes to church, "Does anyone who goes to church like to lead the prayer?" My aunt likes to think she is religious, and she said "Well, sure..." My dad was like, "I mean, someone who goes more than twice a year?"
2. I always eat the turkey before it has been served. It is a personal tradition. My grandma always sees me and chuckles, but my mom saw me once and slapped my hand SO HARD. CRAZY PAIN, I'm telling you. Just imagine her screech with that. Incredible.
3. My cousins are violent, even on Thanksgiving. We were all watching The Wizard of Oz in the basement being merry when my cousin Colin punched Scottie out of nowhere and knocked his tooth out. On Thanksgiving. When you are supposed to be thankful for your loved ones. Yup.
It does get really dark quickly. It is quite sad.
How do you THINK the play is coming along?
I have taken some cold medicine and am ready for eleven hours of sleep. Good-bye.
I just spent thrity minutes typing the greatest blog entry ever.
I was putting the title.
And the screen closed.
To where I am not sure.
But it is gone.
Hater.
Anyway, here will be another blog. What else do I have to do?
The lamp hurts when you touch it because it is insane and made out of metal. The loser that is in the computer room tends to move the lamp up so that when I come in here, it is blinding. When I touch the top to put it down, my finger goes crazy. I am too stupid to use my sleeve.
There is definitely nothing better than food waiting for you, which is why I secretly love my mother's current state of unemployment.
Meaningful lyrics are good, except for when they are too meaningful. Apparently, I am not a very deep person, and I can't understand lyrics if they are too meaningful. Then, I feel stupid, so I always return to the comfortable, wonderful Frank Sinatra, whose lyrics are meaningful but not too deep for this idiot.
I have picked out my house in Switzerland because, as I have said, I own about three million books about Audrey Hepburn, and she had the most amazing house there. Canada is also really gorgeous. Nice and neutral.
The IMA would be splendid, but you should never base your schedule around anyone or anything. You should never bas a schedule, period.
I always thought that the beholder was the person looking upon it. Like, they were experiencing the beauty, almost. And that it means that something is only beautiful if you think or wish it to be. As in, I can look at this bottle of water and not find in extraordinary in any way because I already have that mindset and because I don't want it to be special. Or, I could look at it and think it is the most beautiful object in the entire world because I want it to be so. This probably isn't what the quote means, but I always liked my interpretation. It made sense to me.
A Latin tudor? Have I done this to you, or have you brought this upon yourself?
Blootie and the Hofish. That is good.
Our project will only be the best one because of you, Abby. What is this? Not only do you beat my test score (that is hanging above my bed, by the way, and my father is also proud), but you are overachieving on the project. My heart is bursting with pride.
Woah. She is screaming. Like, screaming. Like, woah. What is wrong with Katie? Oh, snap. It's over. No worries.
My favorite Christmas presents...
1. My typewriter
2. Baby Kate (my stuffed animal that I got right before Katie was born...I don't think they knew that they were going to name her Katherine)
3. My Playmobile Train (this thing is hardcore. Seriously. I love it.)
Actually, my Thanksgiving stories aren't very impressive. Other holidays would have been good. Here they go, though.
1. We always have a prayer before we eat for my grandma's sake, and my dad said, jokingly, since no one else goes to church, "Does anyone who goes to church like to lead the prayer?" My aunt likes to think she is religious, and she said "Well, sure..." My dad was like, "I mean, someone who goes more than twice a year?"
2. I always eat the turkey before it has been served. It is a personal tradition. My grandma always sees me and chuckles, but my mom saw me once and slapped my hand SO HARD. CRAZY PAIN, I'm telling you. Just imagine her screech with that. Incredible.
3. My cousins are violent, even on Thanksgiving. We were all watching The Wizard of Oz in the basement being merry when my cousin Colin punched Scottie out of nowhere and knocked his tooth out. On Thanksgiving. When you are supposed to be thankful for your loved ones. Yup.
It does get really dark quickly. It is quite sad.
How do you THINK the play is coming along?
I have taken some cold medicine and am ready for eleven hours of sleep. Good-bye.
Insane.
Ahaha, so I thought you gave me the wrong clothes because my clothes now smell exactly like you! It's really weird, ahah.
Good to know you don't think I'm a stupid whore. Really.
You never answered my question. Why does the lamp hurt when you touch it?
When I came home today there was a BLT on the counter. A double-decker BLT, all for me. It was so good. I love when food is just waiting for you to eat it. Seriously, it's one of the best things ever. Especially when getting home from just driving through thirty minutes of traffic. That doesn't put anyone in a amicable mood.
It's okay that you woke me up. I needed to get up anyway. A lot of people say I sound sad on the phone. I don't know what that is about. I'm going to call you more now to give you a reason to answer your phone. I am a very good reason.
I love really meaningful lyrics. Just like, really honest, and really makes sense.
Ahaha, you scared Trav? Only you, Auds. I can't believe he and I said the same thing at the same time. That scares me. It's the feeling I get when you sing the song in my head. I don't even sing them anymore. It's scary, ahah.
How have you already picked out your house? Have you lived there before? I think I want to live in Canada, or somewhere in Europe. I'm not sure where I am going to go, really. I don't like that. Like, I don't know what I'm working for.
I wish there was no such thing as lying. Really, it doesn't do anything good. It's just easy, and unfortunately, people succumb to easy.
You do have an "I hate Abby" mood. I am the only victim of it, obviously. Possibly there are witnesses though. I did not steal the whole blanket! I woke up and you were cocooned (aha, I love making verbs) in it, and I was freezing, so I tried taking just some. You cannot say I steal the whole thing. And it's your own fault that the one time you weren't even on the mattress, aha.
Well, you know, for no technology week I'll make you do it with me. So our blog will be pretty silent for a week. People will get mad but you're teaching me to get over it, aha. I'm actually excited for it. I hate how much of my plans depend on this internship at the IMA, and how I won't even know untill January/February if I have gotten it or not.
I don't know, Auds. What would you do if I moved to Michigan? I've never been there, so I don't really know if it's beautiful or not. I think everywhere has there points though, really. I think everything always goes on. That's kind of sad, but it's really true, you know? People should never say they have nothing.
So I was thinking about the quote "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder." I decided it doesn't make sense it all. What beauty is lies in the eyes of those who have it? What is that?
I am so excited for Christmas! Just winter period. There are some of the best hills around my house. We should have a sledding night. I always get really into gifts.
I decided this year for Christmas I want a Latin tudor, ha. Not kidding. I don't really want or need anything else at the moment besides gas cards or money, and what is that, really.
Why did you skip your volunteer work?
One time I mixed around Hootie and the Blowfish on accident and it came out Blootie and the Hofish. I laughed for days.
Buy matching footie pajamas of mine, aha. Seriously. That'd be amazing.
When you stop talking about my showering habits, the world will pause and applause.
Three favorite Christmas presents?
1. iPod - Possibly one of the best inventions in the entire world.
2. Plane ticket to Alabama to see my grandparents. That was so nice. I hardly ever get to see them. My uncle is in a coma and we can't even go and I don't want to talk about that. It was such a nice trip, though.
3. Pirate Ship - The best toy, ever. I also loved Legos. They're so fun, still.
What about you?
Now that it is my turn to think of a list, ah, how about your three best Thanksgiving stories. Those will be good, knowing your family. I really mean that in a good way, though, aha.
I copied the notes of things you need to know for Invisible Children. It's pretty intense, I hope you are up for it.
How is the play coming along anyways?
Our finished Algebra project will look a lot better than everyone else's.
It gets dark so quickly! I think I'm going to go take a shower. That bacon made my hands very greasy, blah. My room needs to be finished. It look's pretty swell so far though. Ah, I feel like watching a good movie.
Good to know you don't think I'm a stupid whore. Really.
You never answered my question. Why does the lamp hurt when you touch it?
When I came home today there was a BLT on the counter. A double-decker BLT, all for me. It was so good. I love when food is just waiting for you to eat it. Seriously, it's one of the best things ever. Especially when getting home from just driving through thirty minutes of traffic. That doesn't put anyone in a amicable mood.
It's okay that you woke me up. I needed to get up anyway. A lot of people say I sound sad on the phone. I don't know what that is about. I'm going to call you more now to give you a reason to answer your phone. I am a very good reason.
I love really meaningful lyrics. Just like, really honest, and really makes sense.
Ahaha, you scared Trav? Only you, Auds. I can't believe he and I said the same thing at the same time. That scares me. It's the feeling I get when you sing the song in my head. I don't even sing them anymore. It's scary, ahah.
How have you already picked out your house? Have you lived there before? I think I want to live in Canada, or somewhere in Europe. I'm not sure where I am going to go, really. I don't like that. Like, I don't know what I'm working for.
I wish there was no such thing as lying. Really, it doesn't do anything good. It's just easy, and unfortunately, people succumb to easy.
You do have an "I hate Abby" mood. I am the only victim of it, obviously. Possibly there are witnesses though. I did not steal the whole blanket! I woke up and you were cocooned (aha, I love making verbs) in it, and I was freezing, so I tried taking just some. You cannot say I steal the whole thing. And it's your own fault that the one time you weren't even on the mattress, aha.
Well, you know, for no technology week I'll make you do it with me. So our blog will be pretty silent for a week. People will get mad but you're teaching me to get over it, aha. I'm actually excited for it. I hate how much of my plans depend on this internship at the IMA, and how I won't even know untill January/February if I have gotten it or not.
I don't know, Auds. What would you do if I moved to Michigan? I've never been there, so I don't really know if it's beautiful or not. I think everywhere has there points though, really. I think everything always goes on. That's kind of sad, but it's really true, you know? People should never say they have nothing.
So I was thinking about the quote "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder." I decided it doesn't make sense it all. What beauty is lies in the eyes of those who have it? What is that?
I am so excited for Christmas! Just winter period. There are some of the best hills around my house. We should have a sledding night. I always get really into gifts.
I decided this year for Christmas I want a Latin tudor, ha. Not kidding. I don't really want or need anything else at the moment besides gas cards or money, and what is that, really.
Why did you skip your volunteer work?
One time I mixed around Hootie and the Blowfish on accident and it came out Blootie and the Hofish. I laughed for days.
Buy matching footie pajamas of mine, aha. Seriously. That'd be amazing.
When you stop talking about my showering habits, the world will pause and applause.
Three favorite Christmas presents?
1. iPod - Possibly one of the best inventions in the entire world.
2. Plane ticket to Alabama to see my grandparents. That was so nice. I hardly ever get to see them. My uncle is in a coma and we can't even go and I don't want to talk about that. It was such a nice trip, though.
3. Pirate Ship - The best toy, ever. I also loved Legos. They're so fun, still.
What about you?
Now that it is my turn to think of a list, ah, how about your three best Thanksgiving stories. Those will be good, knowing your family. I really mean that in a good way, though, aha.
I copied the notes of things you need to know for Invisible Children. It's pretty intense, I hope you are up for it.
How is the play coming along anyways?
Our finished Algebra project will look a lot better than everyone else's.
It gets dark so quickly! I think I'm going to go take a shower. That bacon made my hands very greasy, blah. My room needs to be finished. It look's pretty swell so far though. Ah, I feel like watching a good movie.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
You smart not-whore?
Oh, Abby, you know I don't really think you are a stupid whore. It is just fun to say.
AHHH! Are you kidding me!? I am quite possibly the dumbest human being in the entire world. I touched the lamp again! Ow. Ow ow ow. Snap.
I apologize for waking you up today. You sounded quite depressing, by the way. I was afraid you were crying, and I had no idea how to react. I don't do well when people cry. Also, sorry for not answering my phone. There is usually no reason to.
I went to the symphony today after I left my grandma's and I saw Travis. I think I scared him when I went up to say hello. Oh well.
I have always wanted to live in Switzerland. It is basically the greatest place in the entire world. I have even picked out the house I would like to live in there. Though America has a competitive spirit, we are not the smartest of countries. Maybe we can overcome this.
People should give everyone honest answers no matter what. That would be interesting. Like on Liar Liar when he can't tell any lies. It could also be slightly sad. I actually don't know what I'm talking about.
I always wish I could analyze killers' thought processes. It would be so fascinating, don't you think? Like, what goes through their minds? Not that I want to know how they get away with things or how they don't, but what leads them to killing?
I am not in a "I hate Abby mood". There is no such mood, except when you steal the blanket.
The no technology week will be difficult for you, Miss My-phone-is-always-vibrating-and-I-can't-turn-it-off-or-people-will-be-mad-at-me. Our blog will be full of one-sided entries. At least the Office isn't on in the summer. Shari Elf will be A-MAY-ZING! As in Indianapolis North, not Michigan North...haha. That is good. What would we all do if you were to move to Michigan? I do like Michigan, though. It is quite beautiful.
I am so excited for Christmas this year. It will be spectacular. I have decided to get really into gifts. I always say this, however, and I always try, but it never works out. This year will be good, though. I can't wait to go sledding! AHHHH! Yes.
I skipped my volunteer work at the library this week and felt like a horrible human being.
I don't think I could ever be in a band because our name would never amount to anything in comparison to Hootie and the Blowfish. What beats that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I think I may have to buy some footie pajamas. I have cleaned your sweatshirt and pants, and they will be returned to you tomorrow.
No more talking about your showering habits. It is done. Over. No more jokes. I promise maybe.
New list. I spirit of the lovely upcoming season, what are your top three favorite Christmas presents?
What shall we bring to homecoming Wednesday? I am so pumped. I am seriously going to work on decorations. I say we stay after Tuesday.
I don't think I can make it to the Invisible Children Meeting. My role as ragpicker calls, and you know that if I miss it the entire play will fall to pieces.
AHHH! Are you kidding me!? I am quite possibly the dumbest human being in the entire world. I touched the lamp again! Ow. Ow ow ow. Snap.
I apologize for waking you up today. You sounded quite depressing, by the way. I was afraid you were crying, and I had no idea how to react. I don't do well when people cry. Also, sorry for not answering my phone. There is usually no reason to.
I went to the symphony today after I left my grandma's and I saw Travis. I think I scared him when I went up to say hello. Oh well.
I have always wanted to live in Switzerland. It is basically the greatest place in the entire world. I have even picked out the house I would like to live in there. Though America has a competitive spirit, we are not the smartest of countries. Maybe we can overcome this.
People should give everyone honest answers no matter what. That would be interesting. Like on Liar Liar when he can't tell any lies. It could also be slightly sad. I actually don't know what I'm talking about.
I always wish I could analyze killers' thought processes. It would be so fascinating, don't you think? Like, what goes through their minds? Not that I want to know how they get away with things or how they don't, but what leads them to killing?
I am not in a "I hate Abby mood". There is no such mood, except when you steal the blanket.
The no technology week will be difficult for you, Miss My-phone-is-always-vibrating-and-I-can't-turn-it-off-or-people-will-be-mad-at-me. Our blog will be full of one-sided entries. At least the Office isn't on in the summer. Shari Elf will be A-MAY-ZING! As in Indianapolis North, not Michigan North...haha. That is good. What would we all do if you were to move to Michigan? I do like Michigan, though. It is quite beautiful.
I am so excited for Christmas this year. It will be spectacular. I have decided to get really into gifts. I always say this, however, and I always try, but it never works out. This year will be good, though. I can't wait to go sledding! AHHHH! Yes.
I skipped my volunteer work at the library this week and felt like a horrible human being.
I don't think I could ever be in a band because our name would never amount to anything in comparison to Hootie and the Blowfish. What beats that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I think I may have to buy some footie pajamas. I have cleaned your sweatshirt and pants, and they will be returned to you tomorrow.
No more talking about your showering habits. It is done. Over. No more jokes. I promise maybe.
New list. I spirit of the lovely upcoming season, what are your top three favorite Christmas presents?
What shall we bring to homecoming Wednesday? I am so pumped. I am seriously going to work on decorations. I say we stay after Tuesday.
I don't think I can make it to the Invisible Children Meeting. My role as ragpicker calls, and you know that if I miss it the entire play will fall to pieces.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Thank you.
I love when you title a blog with "You Stupid Whore." Really, it makes me feel so good about myself. Really motivated and appreciated. It takes two to make a blog go right, Auds. I just want you to know my feelings are hurt. Really, was it called for?
I've been weird today. I'm just kind of staring. Like, I don't really know what I'm doing. I feel like I'm just watching, if that makes sense. I just got home from hanging out with friends, but I don't know. I just feel weird.
I am now listening to "Adagietto from Symphony Number Five" and I do like it very much. I was listening to Czerny today and I realized and just thought "What has she done to me?" And by the way, I'm working on our Algebra project but stuck and you didn't answer your phone. Advice: answer it, aha.
Why would you be residing in Switzerland? Where did that come from? You have said nothing about this moving internationally. Did you just think of that?
I think the US will do very well in the Space Race. We are much too competitive not to. Isn't it disgusting there was a race to make the atomic bomb? It makes me sick to my stomach. You win, you kill millions. What is that? Then again, you lose, you possibly lose millions. Ah, I don't understand so much.
They need to do a psychological study on how physical someone is and their expierience. I would do them myself, but everytime I ask random people questions I never get real responses. Maybe it's my age, and the fact I don't have a degree. It shouldn't be about that.
Golly, the Little Turtle sounds so sad. Just like thinking of all aspects of that. Ah. What is this, "oh artistic one." You are so mean in this blog, Auds, aha. You are very capable of illustrations.
I'm jealous of all your hook ups to the symphony, really. I go as often as I can but it's definitley not enough. Ah, it's just so nice.
My head is bleeding?
Ahaha, your mom is really just awesome. Seriously. Hero.
Isn't that horrible? You have to lose your innocence. Maybe, like, not losing your innocence is why some people go insane? Like, they don't lose it, and when they start to realize things, it's just too much. Just a little part of it, maybe. I love the brain.
I almost have a list of who is comfortable and who is not. Just so I don't make the mistake of lying on someone uncomfortable twice.
Rather not "deal with me?" I'm taking that you are in your I hate Abby mood and I forgive you.
Five things I am going to do this summer.
1. Have one whole week without any technology. No phones. No internet. Not even kitchen or lighting. Camping. Really.
2. If you are up for hunting for Shari Elf, I am definitley up for hunting Shari. I want to do. Talk about adventure of a lifetime.
3. Like you said, catch up on my reading and movie lists. They are growing so fast. Gah! I even am starting a music list of CD's I need to download. Agh, so much.
4. Go through everything I own and minimize. I stole that term from Trading Spaces. This might be done sooner than later, because I'm being told we might move this Spring further north. As in Indianpolis north, not Michigan north.
5. Create like a madman.
Spaghetti night was very good. I think it should not just have been me in footy pajamas. I felt like it should have been all of us, aha. I am wearing those night now, actually, aha. They really do change your life.
You should listen to "Funeral March" (also by Mahler). It's very light but I like it.
I just don't shower every day (why do we talk about this SO MUCH?!?) because I don't, I want to know why you are so fascinated by this, aha.
I love the fact that you say "What is this?" all the time, ahah. It makes me laugh.
How's your weekend going, Auds?
Call me when you get this, by the way. I need help for our Algebra project.
I've been weird today. I'm just kind of staring. Like, I don't really know what I'm doing. I feel like I'm just watching, if that makes sense. I just got home from hanging out with friends, but I don't know. I just feel weird.
I am now listening to "Adagietto from Symphony Number Five" and I do like it very much. I was listening to Czerny today and I realized and just thought "What has she done to me?" And by the way, I'm working on our Algebra project but stuck and you didn't answer your phone. Advice: answer it, aha.
Why would you be residing in Switzerland? Where did that come from? You have said nothing about this moving internationally. Did you just think of that?
I think the US will do very well in the Space Race. We are much too competitive not to. Isn't it disgusting there was a race to make the atomic bomb? It makes me sick to my stomach. You win, you kill millions. What is that? Then again, you lose, you possibly lose millions. Ah, I don't understand so much.
They need to do a psychological study on how physical someone is and their expierience. I would do them myself, but everytime I ask random people questions I never get real responses. Maybe it's my age, and the fact I don't have a degree. It shouldn't be about that.
Golly, the Little Turtle sounds so sad. Just like thinking of all aspects of that. Ah. What is this, "oh artistic one." You are so mean in this blog, Auds, aha. You are very capable of illustrations.
I'm jealous of all your hook ups to the symphony, really. I go as often as I can but it's definitley not enough. Ah, it's just so nice.
My head is bleeding?
Ahaha, your mom is really just awesome. Seriously. Hero.
Isn't that horrible? You have to lose your innocence. Maybe, like, not losing your innocence is why some people go insane? Like, they don't lose it, and when they start to realize things, it's just too much. Just a little part of it, maybe. I love the brain.
I almost have a list of who is comfortable and who is not. Just so I don't make the mistake of lying on someone uncomfortable twice.
Rather not "deal with me?" I'm taking that you are in your I hate Abby mood and I forgive you.
Five things I am going to do this summer.
1. Have one whole week without any technology. No phones. No internet. Not even kitchen or lighting. Camping. Really.
2. If you are up for hunting for Shari Elf, I am definitley up for hunting Shari. I want to do. Talk about adventure of a lifetime.
3. Like you said, catch up on my reading and movie lists. They are growing so fast. Gah! I even am starting a music list of CD's I need to download. Agh, so much.
4. Go through everything I own and minimize. I stole that term from Trading Spaces. This might be done sooner than later, because I'm being told we might move this Spring further north. As in Indianpolis north, not Michigan north.
5. Create like a madman.
Spaghetti night was very good. I think it should not just have been me in footy pajamas. I felt like it should have been all of us, aha. I am wearing those night now, actually, aha. They really do change your life.
You should listen to "Funeral March" (also by Mahler). It's very light but I like it.
I just don't shower every day (why do we talk about this SO MUCH?!?) because I don't, I want to know why you are so fascinated by this, aha.
I love the fact that you say "What is this?" all the time, ahah. It makes me laugh.
How's your weekend going, Auds?
Call me when you get this, by the way. I need help for our Algebra project.
You Stupid Whore
I feel like I have been moving in extremely slow motion all day. Like there should be something, but there is not. I don't know what I'm talking about.
You need to load "Adagietto from Symphony Number Five" (which is how it shows up on my computer) from your illegal downloading system. It is the most fantastic song in the entire world, and you will now appreciate with your newly developed taste in classical music.
A space race sounds like great fun. I don't know if the US will come close, however, and I might just have to cheer on Switzerland, where I will hopefully be residing.
I think your being physical is just you, just as I am not entirely a physical person. Possibly we were born that way, but I think it has more to do with the way we were raised. Who knows? I don't recall my household being too touchy, nor do I remember it being too "get-away-from-me".
The Little Turtle is a short story about a lonely (and little, apparently)turtle named Marcy who is searching for a friend. Her family died, and she spent her spare time walking on the lake alone. She goes to all these different animals and asks them if they will be her friend, but the frog, the fish, the alligator, and the goose all tell her that they cannot be her friend because they look nothing alike. Then she finds a duck with her babies who welcomes Marcy into their unconventional family. At the end, it says, "Marcy had a family and friends now. She lived a long happy life but never found her real family. The end." Isn't that bittersweet? I honestly think it is a pretty good story. I think I will do the illustrations, but I'm not sure how. You can help, oh artistic one.
AH! We get free tickets to the symphony at the park. I love going; it's so soothing and happy.
That was a witty comment from your mom. A little sad, however. It sounds like mine (who asked how my friends liked it and was like, "what did Abby say?" I told her you loved her and found her hilarious. "As she should," she replied and then turned around to fold clothes...it was pretty funny).
Innocence is the lack of knowledge of the terrible things in the world, not everything. Or innocence is when you ignore the negative things, which is worse. We have to lose our innocence or else we will have no way of knowing what is wrong with the world, therefore having no reason to fix these problems.
I have never noticed who is comfortable and who is not. Comfortable to talk to, yes. Comfortable to lean your head against? Nope.
Cuzunkkle is a good word. Maybe it will someday be part of the dictionary like that book with the pen we were talking about.
Nobody ever grows out of his or her question phase. There is no such thing as a question phase.
Hmmm..."deal with you"? That's okay. I'd rather not.
Five things I want to do over the summer and how I will accomplish them:
1. Drive to Chicago with my friend Emily. I promised her that we would sneak there and lie to our parents. She has probably forgotten, but I have not, and one day in June, I'll show up at her house with some bags and say, "Let's go" and that's it.
2. Meet Shari Elf. This will be accomplished by your driving us to California or wherever she is at the moment (can you tell I like road trips?). We will have our t-shirts, posters, and other Shari Elf merchandise in the trunk at easy access. I also want to see the knit museum.
3. Find a job. It has to be done. Some sort of money has to be made. Where, is the ultimate question.
4. See one of the outdoor movies at the Art Museum. You have no idea how long I have wanted to; it is crazy. We always seem to miss them, however. This summer will be the summer.
5. Catch up on my old movies and classic novels. I also say this every summer, but whenever I read something or watch something, there is always something else to add.
I must say, I am a fan of spaghetti night. I am also a fan of showering when it has been a while. I feel so clean! Is this why you wait a couple of days? To receive the awesome satisfaction of reaching cleanliness?
Oh, life. What is this?
You need to load "Adagietto from Symphony Number Five" (which is how it shows up on my computer) from your illegal downloading system. It is the most fantastic song in the entire world, and you will now appreciate with your newly developed taste in classical music.
A space race sounds like great fun. I don't know if the US will come close, however, and I might just have to cheer on Switzerland, where I will hopefully be residing.
I think your being physical is just you, just as I am not entirely a physical person. Possibly we were born that way, but I think it has more to do with the way we were raised. Who knows? I don't recall my household being too touchy, nor do I remember it being too "get-away-from-me".
The Little Turtle is a short story about a lonely (and little, apparently)turtle named Marcy who is searching for a friend. Her family died, and she spent her spare time walking on the lake alone. She goes to all these different animals and asks them if they will be her friend, but the frog, the fish, the alligator, and the goose all tell her that they cannot be her friend because they look nothing alike. Then she finds a duck with her babies who welcomes Marcy into their unconventional family. At the end, it says, "Marcy had a family and friends now. She lived a long happy life but never found her real family. The end." Isn't that bittersweet? I honestly think it is a pretty good story. I think I will do the illustrations, but I'm not sure how. You can help, oh artistic one.
AH! We get free tickets to the symphony at the park. I love going; it's so soothing and happy.
That was a witty comment from your mom. A little sad, however. It sounds like mine (who asked how my friends liked it and was like, "what did Abby say?" I told her you loved her and found her hilarious. "As she should," she replied and then turned around to fold clothes...it was pretty funny).
Innocence is the lack of knowledge of the terrible things in the world, not everything. Or innocence is when you ignore the negative things, which is worse. We have to lose our innocence or else we will have no way of knowing what is wrong with the world, therefore having no reason to fix these problems.
I have never noticed who is comfortable and who is not. Comfortable to talk to, yes. Comfortable to lean your head against? Nope.
Cuzunkkle is a good word. Maybe it will someday be part of the dictionary like that book with the pen we were talking about.
Nobody ever grows out of his or her question phase. There is no such thing as a question phase.
Hmmm..."deal with you"? That's okay. I'd rather not.
Five things I want to do over the summer and how I will accomplish them:
1. Drive to Chicago with my friend Emily. I promised her that we would sneak there and lie to our parents. She has probably forgotten, but I have not, and one day in June, I'll show up at her house with some bags and say, "Let's go" and that's it.
2. Meet Shari Elf. This will be accomplished by your driving us to California or wherever she is at the moment (can you tell I like road trips?). We will have our t-shirts, posters, and other Shari Elf merchandise in the trunk at easy access. I also want to see the knit museum.
3. Find a job. It has to be done. Some sort of money has to be made. Where, is the ultimate question.
4. See one of the outdoor movies at the Art Museum. You have no idea how long I have wanted to; it is crazy. We always seem to miss them, however. This summer will be the summer.
5. Catch up on my old movies and classic novels. I also say this every summer, but whenever I read something or watch something, there is always something else to add.
I must say, I am a fan of spaghetti night. I am also a fan of showering when it has been a while. I feel so clean! Is this why you wait a couple of days? To receive the awesome satisfaction of reaching cleanliness?
Oh, life. What is this?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
A Quick Note to Say Hello
Did your mom ever put "quick noted to say hello" in your lunchbox? I used to love those quick notes.
So I still have a couple of hours of studying left, but I thought, "I can't neglect Abby like this!"
I love the new blog (it took me a while to read "high voltage", however, but when I finally understood it, I laughed quite manically--is that a word?)
The first thing my mother said to me when I walked through the daoor was, "Tell Abby I'm making brownies." So there. She likes you, obvoiusly.
I have to go memorize some stupid passage for English. And then study some more. AHH! I just typed about two rows of "H"s and then backspaced them.
Goodbye, Abby.
It has been fun typing for three minutes.
So I still have a couple of hours of studying left, but I thought, "I can't neglect Abby like this!"
I love the new blog (it took me a while to read "high voltage", however, but when I finally understood it, I laughed quite manically--is that a word?)
The first thing my mother said to me when I walked through the daoor was, "Tell Abby I'm making brownies." So there. She likes you, obvoiusly.
I have to go memorize some stupid passage for English. And then study some more. AHH! I just typed about two rows of "H"s and then backspaced them.
Goodbye, Abby.
It has been fun typing for three minutes.
?
Well, it's definitley 4:30 in the morning, and for some reason I decided to get on the blog. I've worked on it a little bit, aha. Auds, tell me if this bugs you. I remembered you saying our layout was ugly, and it's probably not all that better, but I tried to improve it a little bit. For some reason I know HTML coding? Anyways, I can always change it back if you'd like. If you, Sars and Ands, need help with yours, I've got the knack for it, so just hit me up, aha.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Speed it up or slow it down.
My sister is mad at me today, and I don't know why. Gar, ahah.
Why did your finger die when you touched the lamp? Did you get electrocuted? I love how that word looks. Electrocute. I love it, aha.
A space race is a competition between all the nations to get to space first. It started back when Russia launched Sputnik (the first man-made object to orbit the Earth), leading us to the moon. In 2020, there's expected to be another one. I'm so excited! Everyone needs to get excited about space travel. It's seemed to have lost it's flair. I think that's where some answers are. I think there lies our fix. We obviously have a lot of fixing to do.
Aahaha, I'll have to show you the videos of my sister and I. In one she throws me off the bed. Why am I such a physical person? My sister asked me that today. I'm always touching someone. I don't know why. I wonder if that's like, a natural reaction? Like intuition. I don't know, am I making sense? I wonder if physical people are born that way, hah.
So, go into more detail about this "The Little Turtle." Are you going to do the illustrations? And how do you plan on doing them? What do they need to be for?
I just want to know, aha. I'm sorry I asked so many questions about the Von Trapp's. I just wanted to know. I do love the symphony. Every summer, they have Symphony in the Park. It has to be one of my favorite things about the summer. The park is right by my house too. It's nice, to just sit there and, ah, I miss it so bad.
AHAHAHA! I love my mom. We were just talking and we were talking about my friends and how they called my mom cute, and then Emily pops in and is like "What'd they say about me?" and I was like "They said you were cute as a button," and my mom shakes her head and goes "Well, there goes validity."
Ahahaha, I love her.
Sometimes I feel bad for innocence, because it gets ripped to pieces the older you get. I just want to preserve it in a bottle and keep it forever. It's weird. You need expierience, but the more expierience you have the less innocent you are. Are we not meant to be innocent? What really is innocence? Lack of knowledge? That makes it sound so negative.
I'm definitley excited to meet your sister, ahah.
I have started listening to classical music more since I've been talking to you. And actually doing my homework. And being cautious about my hygience habits. Hm.
My friend Tyler has a really nice voice. I just noticed that today. It's so soothing. He is also very comfortable. I've told you this before Auds, but you are comfortable too. Some people, I have realized lately, are not comfortable. Their body just cannot be fitted into. It's weird.
I think I am going to make that thesis for Hobbs. I do not think I am going to write that letter to Taco Bell. Yes, they have wronged me, but you know, it's like, ever since I've not had to work I've seemed to chill out a little bit. Just relax a little more. Although my mom is pushing me to find a new job, and I've been filling out applications, maybe it was meant to happen. I don't know how I feel about the whole "meant to happen," though.
Ahahaha, what is this conversation. "Abby?" "Ummm, yeah." What does this mean? I am now a regular part of your schedule?
Aahaha, I love cazunkkle. How did that even come about? Chuckle, sneeze... I don't know, ahah.
...You've never had Waffle House? Wow. We have to go. It is the most amazing place, ever. They even have a juke box. I am so excited to take you! You will never forget this place. Really. And you're always going to crave it, and you might hate me for that, but it is so good. Ah, I'm excited.
There are large insects in your tub? Oh, ahah. Well, I think me not showering is equivalent to having bugs in your shower, ahah. I think I heard somewhere that bugs are actually very clean things? I don't remember.
Hm, I'm going to try to do that. Except if I wrote out how many questions I had a day I wouldn't get anything done. My questions always seem to snowball each other. I wish there really was a man on the mountain that could just give me answers. I would walk 500 miles for him, and I would walk 500 more, ahah. My mom seems to get frustrated with my questions, aha. She gets mad because supposedly I should've grown out of the "question everything" phase a while ago, aha.
Ahahah! YOU DO LOVE THAT SONG! Why did that make me jump up? My third top song is that song with the cello you put on my mix, actually. I really like it, aha.
Hm, what cereal shall you bring? There are so many different cereals, and we definitley want a variety. Please give me specific directions for the milk, ahah. Even if you have to write them down, aha.
I have to memorize a passage too, by tomorrow morning. GAR! I need some help with math, too, if you are not busy. My mom said she would pay you to "deal with me," whatever that means, aha. Only if you are not busy!
Tomorrow, Wednesday! Why is everything going by so fast! Tomrrow I have art club, then I am walking to the Abbey to meet up with Tyler, John, Becca, and Kristina, and then home. They came over today for a little bit and woke me up, ahah. It was nice, though. I love random drop-by's.
NEW LIST!
FIVE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO THIS SUMMER, AND HOW YOU WILL GO THROUGH WITH IT!
You go first. :]
ALSO, we need to set a date where we can set up all this Shari Elf stuff, ahaha. It will be spectacular.
Why did your finger die when you touched the lamp? Did you get electrocuted? I love how that word looks. Electrocute. I love it, aha.
A space race is a competition between all the nations to get to space first. It started back when Russia launched Sputnik (the first man-made object to orbit the Earth), leading us to the moon. In 2020, there's expected to be another one. I'm so excited! Everyone needs to get excited about space travel. It's seemed to have lost it's flair. I think that's where some answers are. I think there lies our fix. We obviously have a lot of fixing to do.
Aahaha, I'll have to show you the videos of my sister and I. In one she throws me off the bed. Why am I such a physical person? My sister asked me that today. I'm always touching someone. I don't know why. I wonder if that's like, a natural reaction? Like intuition. I don't know, am I making sense? I wonder if physical people are born that way, hah.
So, go into more detail about this "The Little Turtle." Are you going to do the illustrations? And how do you plan on doing them? What do they need to be for?
I just want to know, aha. I'm sorry I asked so many questions about the Von Trapp's. I just wanted to know. I do love the symphony. Every summer, they have Symphony in the Park. It has to be one of my favorite things about the summer. The park is right by my house too. It's nice, to just sit there and, ah, I miss it so bad.
AHAHAHA! I love my mom. We were just talking and we were talking about my friends and how they called my mom cute, and then Emily pops in and is like "What'd they say about me?" and I was like "They said you were cute as a button," and my mom shakes her head and goes "Well, there goes validity."
Ahahaha, I love her.
Sometimes I feel bad for innocence, because it gets ripped to pieces the older you get. I just want to preserve it in a bottle and keep it forever. It's weird. You need expierience, but the more expierience you have the less innocent you are. Are we not meant to be innocent? What really is innocence? Lack of knowledge? That makes it sound so negative.
I'm definitley excited to meet your sister, ahah.
I have started listening to classical music more since I've been talking to you. And actually doing my homework. And being cautious about my hygience habits. Hm.
My friend Tyler has a really nice voice. I just noticed that today. It's so soothing. He is also very comfortable. I've told you this before Auds, but you are comfortable too. Some people, I have realized lately, are not comfortable. Their body just cannot be fitted into. It's weird.
I think I am going to make that thesis for Hobbs. I do not think I am going to write that letter to Taco Bell. Yes, they have wronged me, but you know, it's like, ever since I've not had to work I've seemed to chill out a little bit. Just relax a little more. Although my mom is pushing me to find a new job, and I've been filling out applications, maybe it was meant to happen. I don't know how I feel about the whole "meant to happen," though.
Ahahaha, what is this conversation. "Abby?" "Ummm, yeah." What does this mean? I am now a regular part of your schedule?
Aahaha, I love cazunkkle. How did that even come about? Chuckle, sneeze... I don't know, ahah.
...You've never had Waffle House? Wow. We have to go. It is the most amazing place, ever. They even have a juke box. I am so excited to take you! You will never forget this place. Really. And you're always going to crave it, and you might hate me for that, but it is so good. Ah, I'm excited.
There are large insects in your tub? Oh, ahah. Well, I think me not showering is equivalent to having bugs in your shower, ahah. I think I heard somewhere that bugs are actually very clean things? I don't remember.
Hm, I'm going to try to do that. Except if I wrote out how many questions I had a day I wouldn't get anything done. My questions always seem to snowball each other. I wish there really was a man on the mountain that could just give me answers. I would walk 500 miles for him, and I would walk 500 more, ahah. My mom seems to get frustrated with my questions, aha. She gets mad because supposedly I should've grown out of the "question everything" phase a while ago, aha.
Ahahah! YOU DO LOVE THAT SONG! Why did that make me jump up? My third top song is that song with the cello you put on my mix, actually. I really like it, aha.
Hm, what cereal shall you bring? There are so many different cereals, and we definitley want a variety. Please give me specific directions for the milk, ahah. Even if you have to write them down, aha.
I have to memorize a passage too, by tomorrow morning. GAR! I need some help with math, too, if you are not busy. My mom said she would pay you to "deal with me," whatever that means, aha. Only if you are not busy!
Tomorrow, Wednesday! Why is everything going by so fast! Tomrrow I have art club, then I am walking to the Abbey to meet up with Tyler, John, Becca, and Kristina, and then home. They came over today for a little bit and woke me up, ahah. It was nice, though. I love random drop-by's.
NEW LIST!
FIVE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO THIS SUMMER, AND HOW YOU WILL GO THROUGH WITH IT!
You go first. :]
ALSO, we need to set a date where we can set up all this Shari Elf stuff, ahaha. It will be spectacular.
Oh Snap!
I just touched the lamp and my finger has died. Ow.
What is a space race?
I personally would buy the videos of you and your sister even if I didn't know you. Possibly the greatest set of relations ever...
"Golden years...whistle whistle whistle"
My little sister is currently working on a project entitled "The Lonely Turtle". She has asked me to do illustrations.
What is with the five billion questions about the Von Trapp family? I don't know, I'm sorry. I heard "Von Trapp" and "symphony" and I jumped right on that, no questions asked. Anything dealing with the Sound Of Music and I'm in.
When Kanye was at the State Fair a few years ago, we drove by the back of the stage, and my sister was like, "Hey! That's Kanye West!" My dad asked, "Is that the one who said that George Bush hated black people?" My little sister said in this sweet and innocent voice, "Why would anyone hate black people? Once, a long time ago, they weren't even allowed in some of our buildings!" It was humorous...you probably had to hear her.
Shari the Elf would love us. She can appreciate true greatness (which is most definitely us).
Poor Emily has to feel the wrath of me through you...good job! And Beethoven is also good (nice influence I've made).
Morgan Freeman has a very sleep-inducing voice in a good way.
Hobbs would probably appreciate the thesis. I think maybe YOU should write the letter to Taco Bell. It was to you they have shown cruelness. I don't think the man can be set by any list of rules or guidlines. The man is the man, the woman, the child, the unknown. The man is EVERYWHERE (imagine this in a creepy voice).
My dad just walked in and said, "Abby?" I was like, "ummm...yeah." Ahaha (I had to steal it). What would the snort-laugh be called?
1. The snaff
2. Cazunkkle
3. Snort-laugh
I think I like cazunkkle the most. Can you believe I just made that up off the top of my head. Genius. Pure genius.
I don't believe I've ever had Waffle House. Is it like IHOP?
You do not smell bad, Abby. There is no need for you to shower daily, I guess. It really is kind of a waste of time. I just don't like showering because there tend to be large insects in my bathtub. It is rather disturbing.
A giant book of lists would be very useful...I always think of such random things that I never know the answer to, and the other day, I thought, "why not just write them down and look them up later?" I decided to try it, but the list is never at easy access. I always ask my mom different questions, and most of the time her answer is, "Now why would I know that?" Not that my mom isn't smart or anything, I just have very random questions.
Ha! One of my top played songs on iTunes is the Native American one...I'm not sure how that happened. It's not like I listen to it regularly or anything...
What cereal should I bring?
Tomorrow is Wednesday...I'm not such a big fan of Wednesdays, but PROJECT RUNWAY STARTS!
I must go start memorizing the passage for English. We need a new list, and I suggest you come up with a topic.
What is a space race?
I personally would buy the videos of you and your sister even if I didn't know you. Possibly the greatest set of relations ever...
"Golden years...whistle whistle whistle"
My little sister is currently working on a project entitled "The Lonely Turtle". She has asked me to do illustrations.
What is with the five billion questions about the Von Trapp family? I don't know, I'm sorry. I heard "Von Trapp" and "symphony" and I jumped right on that, no questions asked. Anything dealing with the Sound Of Music and I'm in.
When Kanye was at the State Fair a few years ago, we drove by the back of the stage, and my sister was like, "Hey! That's Kanye West!" My dad asked, "Is that the one who said that George Bush hated black people?" My little sister said in this sweet and innocent voice, "Why would anyone hate black people? Once, a long time ago, they weren't even allowed in some of our buildings!" It was humorous...you probably had to hear her.
Shari the Elf would love us. She can appreciate true greatness (which is most definitely us).
Poor Emily has to feel the wrath of me through you...good job! And Beethoven is also good (nice influence I've made).
Morgan Freeman has a very sleep-inducing voice in a good way.
Hobbs would probably appreciate the thesis. I think maybe YOU should write the letter to Taco Bell. It was to you they have shown cruelness. I don't think the man can be set by any list of rules or guidlines. The man is the man, the woman, the child, the unknown. The man is EVERYWHERE (imagine this in a creepy voice).
My dad just walked in and said, "Abby?" I was like, "ummm...yeah." Ahaha (I had to steal it). What would the snort-laugh be called?
1. The snaff
2. Cazunkkle
3. Snort-laugh
I think I like cazunkkle the most. Can you believe I just made that up off the top of my head. Genius. Pure genius.
I don't believe I've ever had Waffle House. Is it like IHOP?
You do not smell bad, Abby. There is no need for you to shower daily, I guess. It really is kind of a waste of time. I just don't like showering because there tend to be large insects in my bathtub. It is rather disturbing.
A giant book of lists would be very useful...I always think of such random things that I never know the answer to, and the other day, I thought, "why not just write them down and look them up later?" I decided to try it, but the list is never at easy access. I always ask my mom different questions, and most of the time her answer is, "Now why would I know that?" Not that my mom isn't smart or anything, I just have very random questions.
Ha! One of my top played songs on iTunes is the Native American one...I'm not sure how that happened. It's not like I listen to it regularly or anything...
What cereal should I bring?
Tomorrow is Wednesday...I'm not such a big fan of Wednesdays, but PROJECT RUNWAY STARTS!
I must go start memorizing the passage for English. We need a new list, and I suggest you come up with a topic.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Two in one!
Why is this blog so addicting?
I will be more paranoid about them, but I'm glad you appreciate my "ahah's," because it's just me laughing as I type it. Actually, not really laughing. More of that laugh when you exhale hard and nod your head. What should that be called?
I do love backspacing! Sometimes, when I'm frustrated or mad or whatever, I'll type it all out and go absolutely insane and then I'll just erase it all. It's a weird step when technology becomes comforting.
We are going to have another space race soon. I'm excited. :]
So I made videos of me and my sister. I'm thinking of selling them, hahah.
So their descendents keep on the tradition? I wonder if all of them can actually sing? Do all of them even like it? And is it the actual Von Trapp children, or the actor's children? And in the children's actual lives did they really sing that much? Those songs particularly? I think you should marry Colts/Mohawk boy. Really, he has my approval, ahaha.
His mom died?! When did this happen!! I swear just a year ago I was watching a special where him and his mom were together! Also, his mom wrote a book! I want to read it, so bad. I do think Kanye has too big of an ego, but I really do love his music. "Hey Mama" is a really good song. Is there a difference between 'momma' and 'mama'? I call my mom "momma,' and I wonder why.
Ah, there are so many things to tell Shari Elf. First, we should start with a little biography on 'audreyandabby,' of course, aha. Tell her a little background information. Then we can flatter her to pieces because she is so wonderful and inspiring, ahah.
So, I've definitley been on my sister's case about swearing. I didn't even realize it, aha. Thanks, Auds. What're you doing with me, aha.
So you are all for it? Awesome. We have a lot of ground to cover, fast. We didn't start on time, but that's just because I didn't know about it. This is something I'm actually really serious about, ha.
You'd be proud. I'm listening to Beethoven.
I want to ask someone these questions about evolution. Really. I really miss Mrs. Williams, she was such a good teacher. I learned so much. But honestly, is everyone thinking these questions? Or is it just us? Or, like, have you ever been scared you were on to something and the government would kill you? Like, death is actually because the older people got, they started to realize something, or those who die young just realized it sooner. I have no idea what it is, but have you ever thought that? I think things like that all the time. There are so, so, so many questions! It'd be really cool if every question you asked went into a book, and like, everyone had this virtual book in their home. And you could just look at it whenever. I would love that.
Aahahah, love your introduction for Otis Redding. You know, if I had to marry a voice, I'd marry Morgan Freeman, hands down. Does his voice make anyone else really sleepy?
I'm going to start a 95 Thesis on why Hobbs should stay and nail it to her door. Just because I'm so original, ahah. Maybe I do want that angry letter to Taco Bell. I don't know. Everytime I see that facility I just put my head down, ahah. Who is the man? Is the man just a term for anyone who has power over us? Which, technically, could be everybody? We all effect each other some way and I think, in a way, that's a power. To urbandictionary.com, The Man is the head of "the establishment" put in place to "bring us down." Though nobody has physically seen "the man," he is assumed to be a male caucasian between the ages of 25-40 and is rumored to have a substantial amount of acquired wealth, presumably acquired by exploiting those whom his "establishment" is "keeping down."
I think it's more than that, though.
AHAHAHAHAH! Auds, I really, really do love your life. I love Bob Evans! There's one right across from Denny's, and Denny's is the best restaurant in the entire world, besides Waffle House. Oh, golly, do I love Waffle House.
This is true! There are moments when I definitley need to learn to keep my mouth shut. The Asian incident was definitley probably needed, as I haven't really had anything happen. I do feel bad. I'm kind of scared to go back to that Starbucks, aha. I really don't hate Asian people, though. I meant hit them with my CAR! Golly. I wish I could tell them that.
First off, Auds! Americans are one of the only cultures that shower daily. If America is one of the only ones that do it, who says it's a good thing. Secondly, I have never smelled bad, have I? And if I ever do, tell me, and I will certainly shower more often. But really, what is so great about showering? Why do you do it every day?
Can we please find a giant book of lists? I really think everything should have books. Like, clothes in Goodwill. I wish every one of them came with a story. Even if it meant I had to write my stories for the clothes I give. I would love it. Or just, everything! I think we should stop wanting things faster. As impatient as I am, I believe everything would mean so much more if we just took our time. Maybe it'd make more sense too, you know?
I will be more paranoid about them, but I'm glad you appreciate my "ahah's," because it's just me laughing as I type it. Actually, not really laughing. More of that laugh when you exhale hard and nod your head. What should that be called?
I do love backspacing! Sometimes, when I'm frustrated or mad or whatever, I'll type it all out and go absolutely insane and then I'll just erase it all. It's a weird step when technology becomes comforting.
We are going to have another space race soon. I'm excited. :]
So I made videos of me and my sister. I'm thinking of selling them, hahah.
So their descendents keep on the tradition? I wonder if all of them can actually sing? Do all of them even like it? And is it the actual Von Trapp children, or the actor's children? And in the children's actual lives did they really sing that much? Those songs particularly? I think you should marry Colts/Mohawk boy. Really, he has my approval, ahaha.
His mom died?! When did this happen!! I swear just a year ago I was watching a special where him and his mom were together! Also, his mom wrote a book! I want to read it, so bad. I do think Kanye has too big of an ego, but I really do love his music. "Hey Mama" is a really good song. Is there a difference between 'momma' and 'mama'? I call my mom "momma,' and I wonder why.
Ah, there are so many things to tell Shari Elf. First, we should start with a little biography on 'audreyandabby,' of course, aha. Tell her a little background information. Then we can flatter her to pieces because she is so wonderful and inspiring, ahah.
So, I've definitley been on my sister's case about swearing. I didn't even realize it, aha. Thanks, Auds. What're you doing with me, aha.
So you are all for it? Awesome. We have a lot of ground to cover, fast. We didn't start on time, but that's just because I didn't know about it. This is something I'm actually really serious about, ha.
You'd be proud. I'm listening to Beethoven.
I want to ask someone these questions about evolution. Really. I really miss Mrs. Williams, she was such a good teacher. I learned so much. But honestly, is everyone thinking these questions? Or is it just us? Or, like, have you ever been scared you were on to something and the government would kill you? Like, death is actually because the older people got, they started to realize something, or those who die young just realized it sooner. I have no idea what it is, but have you ever thought that? I think things like that all the time. There are so, so, so many questions! It'd be really cool if every question you asked went into a book, and like, everyone had this virtual book in their home. And you could just look at it whenever. I would love that.
Aahahah, love your introduction for Otis Redding. You know, if I had to marry a voice, I'd marry Morgan Freeman, hands down. Does his voice make anyone else really sleepy?
I'm going to start a 95 Thesis on why Hobbs should stay and nail it to her door. Just because I'm so original, ahah. Maybe I do want that angry letter to Taco Bell. I don't know. Everytime I see that facility I just put my head down, ahah. Who is the man? Is the man just a term for anyone who has power over us? Which, technically, could be everybody? We all effect each other some way and I think, in a way, that's a power. To urbandictionary.com, The Man is the head of "the establishment" put in place to "bring us down." Though nobody has physically seen "the man," he is assumed to be a male caucasian between the ages of 25-40 and is rumored to have a substantial amount of acquired wealth, presumably acquired by exploiting those whom his "establishment" is "keeping down."
I think it's more than that, though.
AHAHAHAHAH! Auds, I really, really do love your life. I love Bob Evans! There's one right across from Denny's, and Denny's is the best restaurant in the entire world, besides Waffle House. Oh, golly, do I love Waffle House.
This is true! There are moments when I definitley need to learn to keep my mouth shut. The Asian incident was definitley probably needed, as I haven't really had anything happen. I do feel bad. I'm kind of scared to go back to that Starbucks, aha. I really don't hate Asian people, though. I meant hit them with my CAR! Golly. I wish I could tell them that.
First off, Auds! Americans are one of the only cultures that shower daily. If America is one of the only ones that do it, who says it's a good thing. Secondly, I have never smelled bad, have I? And if I ever do, tell me, and I will certainly shower more often. But really, what is so great about showering? Why do you do it every day?
Can we please find a giant book of lists? I really think everything should have books. Like, clothes in Goodwill. I wish every one of them came with a story. Even if it meant I had to write my stories for the clothes I give. I would love it. Or just, everything! I think we should stop wanting things faster. As impatient as I am, I believe everything would mean so much more if we just took our time. Maybe it'd make more sense too, you know?
What is with all the "ahaha"s?
I didn't want to say anything about your "ahaha"s except for how much I appreciate them. It is much better to have "ahaha" than "lol". There sure are a lot of "ahaha"s in you blogs, but don't watch out for them now. I hate when people tell me about something I use frequently when I talk or write because then I constantly have to look out for them. I hope you don't have to watch out for your "ahaha"s now. Maybe I should backspace for a while. Don't you love backspacing for a really long period of time? Sometimes I just type a bunch of random letters in the computer just so I can backspace.
It is not the real Von Trapp family but their descendents. We do not randomly receive tickets from the Tongs; they are in the symphony and always have free tickets. We are somewhat moochers, so this works out perfectly. I think they owe me free tickets for trying to hook me up with mohawk boy.
Kanye's mom died. I dislike him greatly (though I like him music), but I did like his mom. I think I'll go listen to "Hey Mama".
T-shirts! Yes! I am definitely not kidding either. What should we write in our fanmail? I think we should tell Shari the Elf about our blog and tell her how fascinating it is.
I am all for invisible children. Monday morning. Mental note. Got it.
I know! I really don't understand evolution. It is a crazy thing. How are our bodies supposed to know when to evolve? Were we like, "I think an extra one of these stick things on the end of our hands would be useful, but let's make it a little larger and placed off to the side"? And then how many generations to frow these stick things on our hands that we now know as thumbs? I wish Mrs. Williams was still around so we could ask her.
Otis Redding has such a cool voice. He is the coolest of the cool. He is Otis Redding. The Otis Redding. With the cool voice.
Tuesday/Wednesday...who knows? I like living in the moment (just kidding, I tend to overly make to-do lists).
Hobbs won't leave. She loves you too much. And you will find a job someday. You still want that angry letter to Taco Bell? Don't let the man get you down, Abby. The man is a fool. Who is the man, exactly? I used to think it was God, but it has such a negative connotation that I don't feel comfortable using that connection. Who is the man? Man. The man. Government? Celebrities? Our parents? Our collective group of peers? Our doomed future? There are so many people that are so much potentially greater than we are...so many people to get us down. That is kind of depressing.
Oh, I'm searching my brain for my most embarrassing moments. You can't judge if they don't seem too embarrassing; you probably had to be there. I know! Oh, I can even turn this one into a list...
My Most Embarrassing Moments in Which I Disgrace Myself In Front Of The Elderly:
1. My sister has a strange fascination with Bob Evans. It is quite creepy, especially because Bob Evans has such disgusting food. Anyway, we went there once, and we were the youngest group in the restaurant. Near the end of our lovely family meal, I farted this particularly amazing fart and my older sister and I bust out laughing. This old woman sitting next to us gave me the meanest look ever. You say my looks freeze Hell over, but this woman was hard-core.
2. When we were at some movie (I think it was Marie Antoinette), my friends and I had a little bit of commentary going on. I swear to you, it wasn't that loud, but the elderly woman sure heard it, and at the end of the movie, she turned around and said, "Pigs" and started to walk away. I said, "Excuse me" because I am a moron and a disrespectful brat, and she turned back around and flipped us off. So loving. I bet she has never made her grandkids cookies in her entire life.
3. In seventh grade, we were in CPR class for a week or so. I don't know if you have this at Perry, but it is truly horrifying class called "Creating Positive Relationships". I thought the word abstinence was quite hilarious, and I was at Kroger with some friends and one of their moms. I'm not sure why exactly, but I shouted, "Have Abstinence!" Once again, I did not believe this to be extremely loud, but a cute old man near us looked up at me with a confused expression.
What are you talking about, you hardly ever have them. She who hates the Asians and voices it...
My mom just walked in and said, "Are your little friends going to want to shower when they are here?" I laughed and replied, "They don't shower. Especially Abby." Sorry, Abby. I only speak the truth.
Good night.
It is not the real Von Trapp family but their descendents. We do not randomly receive tickets from the Tongs; they are in the symphony and always have free tickets. We are somewhat moochers, so this works out perfectly. I think they owe me free tickets for trying to hook me up with mohawk boy.
Kanye's mom died. I dislike him greatly (though I like him music), but I did like his mom. I think I'll go listen to "Hey Mama".
T-shirts! Yes! I am definitely not kidding either. What should we write in our fanmail? I think we should tell Shari the Elf about our blog and tell her how fascinating it is.
I am all for invisible children. Monday morning. Mental note. Got it.
I know! I really don't understand evolution. It is a crazy thing. How are our bodies supposed to know when to evolve? Were we like, "I think an extra one of these stick things on the end of our hands would be useful, but let's make it a little larger and placed off to the side"? And then how many generations to frow these stick things on our hands that we now know as thumbs? I wish Mrs. Williams was still around so we could ask her.
Otis Redding has such a cool voice. He is the coolest of the cool. He is Otis Redding. The Otis Redding. With the cool voice.
Tuesday/Wednesday...who knows? I like living in the moment (just kidding, I tend to overly make to-do lists).
Hobbs won't leave. She loves you too much. And you will find a job someday. You still want that angry letter to Taco Bell? Don't let the man get you down, Abby. The man is a fool. Who is the man, exactly? I used to think it was God, but it has such a negative connotation that I don't feel comfortable using that connection. Who is the man? Man. The man. Government? Celebrities? Our parents? Our collective group of peers? Our doomed future? There are so many people that are so much potentially greater than we are...so many people to get us down. That is kind of depressing.
Oh, I'm searching my brain for my most embarrassing moments. You can't judge if they don't seem too embarrassing; you probably had to be there. I know! Oh, I can even turn this one into a list...
My Most Embarrassing Moments in Which I Disgrace Myself In Front Of The Elderly:
1. My sister has a strange fascination with Bob Evans. It is quite creepy, especially because Bob Evans has such disgusting food. Anyway, we went there once, and we were the youngest group in the restaurant. Near the end of our lovely family meal, I farted this particularly amazing fart and my older sister and I bust out laughing. This old woman sitting next to us gave me the meanest look ever. You say my looks freeze Hell over, but this woman was hard-core.
2. When we were at some movie (I think it was Marie Antoinette), my friends and I had a little bit of commentary going on. I swear to you, it wasn't that loud, but the elderly woman sure heard it, and at the end of the movie, she turned around and said, "Pigs" and started to walk away. I said, "Excuse me" because I am a moron and a disrespectful brat, and she turned back around and flipped us off. So loving. I bet she has never made her grandkids cookies in her entire life.
3. In seventh grade, we were in CPR class for a week or so. I don't know if you have this at Perry, but it is truly horrifying class called "Creating Positive Relationships". I thought the word abstinence was quite hilarious, and I was at Kroger with some friends and one of their moms. I'm not sure why exactly, but I shouted, "Have Abstinence!" Once again, I did not believe this to be extremely loud, but a cute old man near us looked up at me with a confused expression.
What are you talking about, you hardly ever have them. She who hates the Asians and voices it...
My mom just walked in and said, "Are your little friends going to want to shower when they are here?" I laughed and replied, "They don't shower. Especially Abby." Sorry, Abby. I only speak the truth.
Good night.
Ahaha,
so for the longest time I couldn't figure out why it wasn't letting me log in. I thought Auds had blown up and suddenly hates me and changed the password. (Basically, in our relationship, that's equal divorce, aha.) But, then I realized, I had 'sheetmetalfried.' And then I started cracking up. Nice little intro story, ahah.
So is it the original Von Trapp family? Or is it like 'Shamu' at Sea World. That's a sad story of my life. I don't want to think about that. But really, is it all of them? Or some of them? And it's so random the Tongs buy you orchestra tickets. I really want to meet them, ahah.
Are you really making us fan posters?? I'll cover the t-shirts. There's this program on my sister's computer that makes t-shirts. I think we really should make them, ahha. Oh, can we send her fan mail too? Not one ounce in my body is kidding, ahah.
Well, the video was basically about this. invisiblechildren.com
Watch the videos on there. I'm having a meeting Monday after school if you'd like to join the club.
Why did we develop thumbs? I mean, they are very, very useful, but I guess what I'm asking is how does everything know when it needs something it doesn't have? How do we develop something out of nothing, I don't get that. Well, in only the physical sense. How did evolution even come about? Why aren't we still single-celled organisms? Or is creationism actually plausible?
You are going to attatch pictures? Oh, golly. I'm excited, ahha.
I always get so messed up on Koehring's tests. Seriously. Everything just looks wrong, aha. I don't know why.
AHAHAHA! Can you please move to England? I want to witness Audrey Brinkers slutty. That'd be so amazing. Okay, after we graduate, you're going to England, and then coming back for the ten year reunion. You have to tell me everything, ahaha.
I love my moccassins. Seriously. Have you ever worn a pair? I can't imagine wearing anything else anymore, ahah. YES, EMILY DID DRAW ON IT. YOU ASKED WHEN YOU SAW IT FOR THE STORY BEHIND THE GRAFFITTI ON MY DINOSAUR. There you go again, Auds, always shattering my "fragile" heart. Thanks for telling Hobbs my heart is fragile. That is not even true, aha.
1. Charlie (Perks of Being A Wallflower) - I just wish I could be as real and write as honestly as him, or, technically, Stephen Chbosky.
2. Sam (Garden State) - How fun would it be to have Zach Braff as your lover AND be a compulsive liar?
3. John Grimes (Go Tell It On The Mountain) - His life sure as hell isn't easy, and it'd probably knock some sort of sense into me. Also, it'd be interesting to be raised in such strict religious enviroment.
4. Hey Arnold! - Who doesn't want to be him? Who doesn't want to have his head? How could I not put him on this list?
Maybe four is the magic number?
Can you tell me more of your embarrassing stories? I hardly ever have them, so I get an abnormal amount of excitement when people tell me about there's, ahah.
I'm glad you had a good weekend. What're your plans for Tuesday/Wednesday? I know your plans for Thursday/Friday, seeing as they involve me, ahah. It seems like life is being a huge cycle of planning. It's a weird thing. I don't know, maybe I'm just too spontaneous and it should be this way.
I didn't think Vegans (capitalized?) would have good food either! But we are so wrong. You might meet my friend Tyler tomorrow after school, him and some other of my friends might be picking me up, aha.
I am doing very well lately about staying home.
Work getting done is another story, ahah.
Also, have you finished Anna Karnina? I'll murder you tomorrow if it is not done, aha. I'm also bringing Kite Runner, for you to voluntarily or involuntarily read. There will be chapter quizzes.
So, I went job hunting today. It is a depressing process, I can see why it gets people down, aha. It's a lot of rejection. Something will come eventually. Also, driving in the rain is pretty hard, aha. It was storming really bad. But, I was listening to Kanye West so that made it all better. "Good Life" is such a good song to drive with. Now, I must actually do work or find something to distract me, aha.
Hope you're having a good night, Auds.
I will be really, really mad if Hobbatron leaves.
So is it the original Von Trapp family? Or is it like 'Shamu' at Sea World. That's a sad story of my life. I don't want to think about that. But really, is it all of them? Or some of them? And it's so random the Tongs buy you orchestra tickets. I really want to meet them, ahah.
Are you really making us fan posters?? I'll cover the t-shirts. There's this program on my sister's computer that makes t-shirts. I think we really should make them, ahha. Oh, can we send her fan mail too? Not one ounce in my body is kidding, ahah.
Well, the video was basically about this. invisiblechildren.com
Watch the videos on there. I'm having a meeting Monday after school if you'd like to join the club.
Why did we develop thumbs? I mean, they are very, very useful, but I guess what I'm asking is how does everything know when it needs something it doesn't have? How do we develop something out of nothing, I don't get that. Well, in only the physical sense. How did evolution even come about? Why aren't we still single-celled organisms? Or is creationism actually plausible?
You are going to attatch pictures? Oh, golly. I'm excited, ahha.
I always get so messed up on Koehring's tests. Seriously. Everything just looks wrong, aha. I don't know why.
AHAHAHA! Can you please move to England? I want to witness Audrey Brinkers slutty. That'd be so amazing. Okay, after we graduate, you're going to England, and then coming back for the ten year reunion. You have to tell me everything, ahaha.
I love my moccassins. Seriously. Have you ever worn a pair? I can't imagine wearing anything else anymore, ahah. YES, EMILY DID DRAW ON IT. YOU ASKED WHEN YOU SAW IT FOR THE STORY BEHIND THE GRAFFITTI ON MY DINOSAUR. There you go again, Auds, always shattering my "fragile" heart. Thanks for telling Hobbs my heart is fragile. That is not even true, aha.
1. Charlie (Perks of Being A Wallflower) - I just wish I could be as real and write as honestly as him, or, technically, Stephen Chbosky.
2. Sam (Garden State) - How fun would it be to have Zach Braff as your lover AND be a compulsive liar?
3. John Grimes (Go Tell It On The Mountain) - His life sure as hell isn't easy, and it'd probably knock some sort of sense into me. Also, it'd be interesting to be raised in such strict religious enviroment.
4. Hey Arnold! - Who doesn't want to be him? Who doesn't want to have his head? How could I not put him on this list?
Maybe four is the magic number?
Can you tell me more of your embarrassing stories? I hardly ever have them, so I get an abnormal amount of excitement when people tell me about there's, ahah.
I'm glad you had a good weekend. What're your plans for Tuesday/Wednesday? I know your plans for Thursday/Friday, seeing as they involve me, ahah. It seems like life is being a huge cycle of planning. It's a weird thing. I don't know, maybe I'm just too spontaneous and it should be this way.
I didn't think Vegans (capitalized?) would have good food either! But we are so wrong. You might meet my friend Tyler tomorrow after school, him and some other of my friends might be picking me up, aha.
I am doing very well lately about staying home.
Work getting done is another story, ahah.
Also, have you finished Anna Karnina? I'll murder you tomorrow if it is not done, aha. I'm also bringing Kite Runner, for you to voluntarily or involuntarily read. There will be chapter quizzes.
So, I went job hunting today. It is a depressing process, I can see why it gets people down, aha. It's a lot of rejection. Something will come eventually. Also, driving in the rain is pretty hard, aha. It was storming really bad. But, I was listening to Kanye West so that made it all better. "Good Life" is such a good song to drive with. Now, I must actually do work or find something to distract me, aha.
Hope you're having a good night, Auds.
I will be really, really mad if Hobbatron leaves.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Von Trapp Children...my heroes
AHHH! Guess who I may be seeing at the symphony in a week and three days? The Von Trapp family! You can only imagine my excitement...the good ol' Tongs pulled through for us and are providing us with the tickets.
If Shari Elf (I wrote Shari the Elf first--I think that is what we should call her) comes on tour to Indiana or any of the surrounding states, you will not have to do any convincing to get me to go. I am already making our fan posters.
Your video is no longer available. I tried.
We have five fingers on each hand because we have five toes on each foot. And we have five toes on each foot because we have fingers on each hand. Which one came first in the confusing process of evolution? Fingers or toes? Did we have toes and then think, "You know, these things are useful to have on feet. Maybe if we had them on these planks we call palms, life would be even easier..."? Hmmm...
I know, new actors are never as wonderful as the old ones. Neither are the movies. Al movies we have today are re-makes, loosely-based off of old ones, or the bad versions of books. Once in a while, there will come along a pleasant surprise in the form of a film new and original, or at least a nice version of an older movie or book.
Woah! I just found out that you can attach pictures! Which one should I attach...
Don't you hate when words you now how to spell look incorrect. I'm always like, I know this is right, but what if it isn't? I'm not the best speller, as was proved by my horrible display at the spelling bee.
As if you need to tell me that Prince Caspian comes out next year...I've been looking forward to that since the last one. May 16, mind you, and it stars Ben Barnes as Caspian. Dawn Treader is in pre-production. William Moseley is my dream man. It is the accent, I swear. If I lived in England, I would probably be a slut.
Oh, your moccasins. I believe I saw the dinosaur. Is that the one that Emily drew on? Not to bring up painful memories, or anything.
The new list...
Your Four Most Ideal Fictional Characters (characters in a book, movie, TV, or play that you would love to be)
1. Jo March from Little Women (my sister and I frequently play the who's who game when we watch movies, and I always get Jo, who is also much cooler in the novel)
2. Belle from Beauty and the Beast
3. Holden Caulfield from the Catcher in the Rye (yeah, he's messed up, but sometimes I envy his carefree/not-so-carefree manner, and he enjoys himself despite his pessimistic outlook on life)
4. Ron Weasley from Harry Potter (I wouldn't want to be Harry because his life is much too stressful...Ron also has the greatest fictional family ever)
Three seemed too short, but five was too long. I like four.
My weekend was just lovely. After receiving little sleep on Wednesday, I received little sleep on Thursday. When I arrived home Friday, I went straight upstairs to take a nap. That only lasted for about an hour and caused me to be late to my friend Jessie's house. Jessie, Eileen (who claims to like you very much), Emily, and I went to a play entitled The Curious Savage. It was quite saddening. Then we bought candles and acted rebellious by hiding the sparkling grape juice under our coats from her mother in the car. We laughed a little too much at this. I think it was the grape juice. Saturday was uneventful, and I was once again tired because the the lack of sleep I received at Jessie's. I got lectured about wanting to buy Lolita, which I have been told is a wonderful classic. How was I to know that it was a bit, ahem, dirty? Three sales associates at Barnes and Noble were talking to my mother and grandmother about how I was much too young to be reading it. My mom kept making jokes about how I was a pervert, and my grandmother was shaking her head at me. It was quite possibly the most embarrassing moment of the month. I can't say ever, because I have an abnormally large number of embarrassing things happen to me.
I have no vegan friends, I don't believe. I can't imagine they have good food. What was this fantastic drink? Not as god as sparkling grape juice, I bet...I am very proud of you for staying home and completing your homework today.
If I'm not done with Anna Karenina by tomorrow, you have my permission to slap me.
If Shari Elf (I wrote Shari the Elf first--I think that is what we should call her) comes on tour to Indiana or any of the surrounding states, you will not have to do any convincing to get me to go. I am already making our fan posters.
Your video is no longer available. I tried.
We have five fingers on each hand because we have five toes on each foot. And we have five toes on each foot because we have fingers on each hand. Which one came first in the confusing process of evolution? Fingers or toes? Did we have toes and then think, "You know, these things are useful to have on feet. Maybe if we had them on these planks we call palms, life would be even easier..."? Hmmm...
I know, new actors are never as wonderful as the old ones. Neither are the movies. Al movies we have today are re-makes, loosely-based off of old ones, or the bad versions of books. Once in a while, there will come along a pleasant surprise in the form of a film new and original, or at least a nice version of an older movie or book.
Woah! I just found out that you can attach pictures! Which one should I attach...
Don't you hate when words you now how to spell look incorrect. I'm always like, I know this is right, but what if it isn't? I'm not the best speller, as was proved by my horrible display at the spelling bee.
As if you need to tell me that Prince Caspian comes out next year...I've been looking forward to that since the last one. May 16, mind you, and it stars Ben Barnes as Caspian. Dawn Treader is in pre-production. William Moseley is my dream man. It is the accent, I swear. If I lived in England, I would probably be a slut.
Oh, your moccasins. I believe I saw the dinosaur. Is that the one that Emily drew on? Not to bring up painful memories, or anything.
The new list...
Your Four Most Ideal Fictional Characters (characters in a book, movie, TV, or play that you would love to be)
1. Jo March from Little Women (my sister and I frequently play the who's who game when we watch movies, and I always get Jo, who is also much cooler in the novel)
2. Belle from Beauty and the Beast
3. Holden Caulfield from the Catcher in the Rye (yeah, he's messed up, but sometimes I envy his carefree/not-so-carefree manner, and he enjoys himself despite his pessimistic outlook on life)
4. Ron Weasley from Harry Potter (I wouldn't want to be Harry because his life is much too stressful...Ron also has the greatest fictional family ever)
Three seemed too short, but five was too long. I like four.
My weekend was just lovely. After receiving little sleep on Wednesday, I received little sleep on Thursday. When I arrived home Friday, I went straight upstairs to take a nap. That only lasted for about an hour and caused me to be late to my friend Jessie's house. Jessie, Eileen (who claims to like you very much), Emily, and I went to a play entitled The Curious Savage. It was quite saddening. Then we bought candles and acted rebellious by hiding the sparkling grape juice under our coats from her mother in the car. We laughed a little too much at this. I think it was the grape juice. Saturday was uneventful, and I was once again tired because the the lack of sleep I received at Jessie's. I got lectured about wanting to buy Lolita, which I have been told is a wonderful classic. How was I to know that it was a bit, ahem, dirty? Three sales associates at Barnes and Noble were talking to my mother and grandmother about how I was much too young to be reading it. My mom kept making jokes about how I was a pervert, and my grandmother was shaking her head at me. It was quite possibly the most embarrassing moment of the month. I can't say ever, because I have an abnormally large number of embarrassing things happen to me.
I have no vegan friends, I don't believe. I can't imagine they have good food. What was this fantastic drink? Not as god as sparkling grape juice, I bet...I am very proud of you for staying home and completing your homework today.
If I'm not done with Anna Karenina by tomorrow, you have my permission to slap me.
Agh!
I think Herron should do something with this.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=BI_suOg7Awc
Ahaha, I love spying! There's just something about how you feel when you aren't where you are supposed to be. I think it's a necessity in life. I'm proud, Auds. Ahaha, what is this? "Only Abby has those words in her vocabulary. And my mother." Sometimes, Auds. I'm going to Google that Dr. Seuss on Aging document, aha.
I always think of teachers of having a cat, not being married, or any romantic life whatsoever, and reading a lot. It's hard to think of them as any other way, really.
I'm glad my house doesn't smell strange. Really, it's good to know. Sometimes I'm really worried. I don't know why. I just wouldn't want to be known as having a house that smells bad. I'm sure yours won't be bad, Auds.
I WONDER THE SAME THING ABOUT BODIES! Really. Where did all these parts come from? Why do some people's collar bones pop out and others don't? It's not because of weight. I saw rather large woman with pretty defined clavicles. It was weird. Or, like, arms. How come some arms are so much smaller than other people's? Why doesn't everyone's wrist bone pop out? What is even with fingers? Why five? So boggling, aha.
Vivien Leigh was British? I just looked it up and you are correct. I never would have known. It's amazing how actors can do accents. I'm horrible at them. Clark Gable is just the perfect man. I don't care if I don't know much about him, how he protrays himself is just so classy and he's so sarcastic, I love it, aha. If anyone hates Fred Astaire their heart is made of lead. Now there's someone that just makes you smile. I haven't read anything on Audrey Hepburn, but I've seen a lot of her movies, aha.
I just realized the standard I hold new actors/actresses to. Hm, that'd be hard.
Keira Knightley is really good. I didn't even think about her. I'm starting to not like the modern movies about classic books. It just means more people aren't going to read it, and that makes me mad. Walk The Line is one of my favorite movies in the entire world. I think I've watched it about ten times or so. It's just so good. Ah, Johnny Cash. I haven't seen Lars and the Real Girl yet! Everyone says it's so good. Gah. Of course, though, the Notebook is absolutely amazing and heartbreaking at the same time. I hate crying during movies when you are with people. It's weird, aha.
William Moseley? The guy from the Chronicles of Narnia? You know next year they are coming out with Prince Caspian. I am so excited.
My favorite five objects would have to be...
1) All of my books. I can't just pick one either. They all mean something ot me, aha.
2) My camera.
3) My stuffed dinosaur that my sister made me when I was three.
4) My blanket my Memaw gave me.
5) My moccasins. They have become an absolute staple, despite how flat my feet will be ten years from now.
I have a book for you to read when you are done with Anna Karenina. You will love it, but also hate me because it is such a sad book. It's so good though. The Kite Runner. Have you read it?
I feel the exact same way. I'm sick of people pretending they don't care and just being so fake. I don't get it. Why. I guess I'm being hypocritical too, I don't exactly like being vulnerable, but if we all did it together, I really think it would make the world a much better place. I think it's going to be something we need to do.
I have no idea what I'm going to do with my future.
Ahaha, you and Mary Lou, two peas in a pod.
Can we please find out if Shari Elf has a tour soon? If so, can we please, please, PLEASE go?
By the way, how has your weekend been, Auds? Friday I just hung out at home, and it was very nice. Yesterday I picked up my friend Tyler, met Steven and Ivy at Denny's for lunch, and then Tyler and I went exploring downtown and went to the Abbey (had the BEST drink ever - it pays to be friends with vegans, who knew their food was so good?) and got lost several times and a Coke exloded in my car. Not even lying. Today I am just going to lay around and do homework and that health assignment. I really hate those, aha. Overall, it's been a very nice weekend. Also, my family went grocery shopping, which is always a good thing.
Oh, and we need a new list. Your turn to start it, aha.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=BI_suOg7Awc
Ahaha, I love spying! There's just something about how you feel when you aren't where you are supposed to be. I think it's a necessity in life. I'm proud, Auds. Ahaha, what is this? "Only Abby has those words in her vocabulary. And my mother." Sometimes, Auds. I'm going to Google that Dr. Seuss on Aging document, aha.
I always think of teachers of having a cat, not being married, or any romantic life whatsoever, and reading a lot. It's hard to think of them as any other way, really.
I'm glad my house doesn't smell strange. Really, it's good to know. Sometimes I'm really worried. I don't know why. I just wouldn't want to be known as having a house that smells bad. I'm sure yours won't be bad, Auds.
I WONDER THE SAME THING ABOUT BODIES! Really. Where did all these parts come from? Why do some people's collar bones pop out and others don't? It's not because of weight. I saw rather large woman with pretty defined clavicles. It was weird. Or, like, arms. How come some arms are so much smaller than other people's? Why doesn't everyone's wrist bone pop out? What is even with fingers? Why five? So boggling, aha.
Vivien Leigh was British? I just looked it up and you are correct. I never would have known. It's amazing how actors can do accents. I'm horrible at them. Clark Gable is just the perfect man. I don't care if I don't know much about him, how he protrays himself is just so classy and he's so sarcastic, I love it, aha. If anyone hates Fred Astaire their heart is made of lead. Now there's someone that just makes you smile. I haven't read anything on Audrey Hepburn, but I've seen a lot of her movies, aha.
I just realized the standard I hold new actors/actresses to. Hm, that'd be hard.
Keira Knightley is really good. I didn't even think about her. I'm starting to not like the modern movies about classic books. It just means more people aren't going to read it, and that makes me mad. Walk The Line is one of my favorite movies in the entire world. I think I've watched it about ten times or so. It's just so good. Ah, Johnny Cash. I haven't seen Lars and the Real Girl yet! Everyone says it's so good. Gah. Of course, though, the Notebook is absolutely amazing and heartbreaking at the same time. I hate crying during movies when you are with people. It's weird, aha.
William Moseley? The guy from the Chronicles of Narnia? You know next year they are coming out with Prince Caspian. I am so excited.
My favorite five objects would have to be...
1) All of my books. I can't just pick one either. They all mean something ot me, aha.
2) My camera.
3) My stuffed dinosaur that my sister made me when I was three.
4) My blanket my Memaw gave me.
5) My moccasins. They have become an absolute staple, despite how flat my feet will be ten years from now.
I have a book for you to read when you are done with Anna Karenina. You will love it, but also hate me because it is such a sad book. It's so good though. The Kite Runner. Have you read it?
I feel the exact same way. I'm sick of people pretending they don't care and just being so fake. I don't get it. Why. I guess I'm being hypocritical too, I don't exactly like being vulnerable, but if we all did it together, I really think it would make the world a much better place. I think it's going to be something we need to do.
I have no idea what I'm going to do with my future.
Ahaha, you and Mary Lou, two peas in a pod.
Can we please find out if Shari Elf has a tour soon? If so, can we please, please, PLEASE go?
By the way, how has your weekend been, Auds? Friday I just hung out at home, and it was very nice. Yesterday I picked up my friend Tyler, met Steven and Ivy at Denny's for lunch, and then Tyler and I went exploring downtown and went to the Abbey (had the BEST drink ever - it pays to be friends with vegans, who knew their food was so good?) and got lost several times and a Coke exloded in my car. Not even lying. Today I am just going to lay around and do homework and that health assignment. I really hate those, aha. Overall, it's been a very nice weekend. Also, my family went grocery shopping, which is always a good thing.
Oh, and we need a new list. Your turn to start it, aha.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Librarian Experiment Part One
Man, those librarians are Cray-zay! Sorry, Sarah. Not necessarily your mother. I worked at the library today and did some undercover detective work. I am going to be fired. Can you be fired for volunteering? If you can, I am. Not any hard-core detective work, however; that will come later. All I did was look at their desks in the back room where I work. It is in the juniors section, so they have all these stuffed animals, but I have realized that librarians eat a large amount of chocolate. Seriously. There is a special drawer. Also, there was this laminated paper entitled, "Doctor Seus on Aging." I decided to read it to gain insight on the secret life of librarians. There were several horrific words in the poem that librarians should not have in their vocabulary. Only Abby has those words in her vocabulary. And my mother.
Teachers have crazy lives outside of school. My sister's best friend's mom is a teacher, and she gets Botox. I never think of teachers getting Botox. It isn't very teacher-y.
Your house does not smell strange. I can't exactly recall what it smells like, but I would remeber if it was bad.
Bodies are strange. Why do we have ankles? And does our skin dry out? What is with hair? And nostrils? Why wouldn't we just have one big hole in the bottom of our nose instead of two smaller (well, not in my case) ones?
My sister is studying International Business. I am not actually sure what this entails. I'm not positive she does either. It sounds smart, though, doesn't it. We are all very proud. I'll study abroad with you, Abby. How about Swaziland? I hear they have great engineering schools there.
Did you know Vivian Leigh was actually British? I think I heard that somewhere...she had to work forever to get the Southern accent down. I love Clark Gable. I think I would have liked to have his babies. Fred Astaire was a good guy. I don't think anyone could ever dislike Fred. He dances. How could you ever dislike a funny guy that dances? And Audrey Hepburn. Umm...my hero? I have read waaaaay too many books on Audrey Hepburn. It is slightly pathetic. I like Natalie Portman and Zach Braff, and Julia Roberts is classic.
New Hollywood Actors/Actresses:
1. Keira Knightley (I love Pride and Prejudice, Love Actually, and I can't wait for Atonement, in which she stars with James McAvoy, another favorite. You need to watch the preview on imdb.com if you have not seen it. AND she is dating Rupert Friend, whom I also loved in Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont)
2. Reese Witherspoon (Walk the Line? and, okay, Legally Blonde? Pleasantville! Oh, I love Pleasantville! She seems like she would be fun to talk to...like she would enjoy eating ice cream)
3. Ryan Gosling (this guy is good in everything. Seriously. Lars and the Real Girl was fantastic, I liked Half Nelson, and I'm pretty sure everyone loved The Notebook).
My problem is that I mainly love people who have only been in like, one movie. William Moseley, anyone?
Old Hollywood (I'm doing four because you did four and I deserve four as well)
1. Audrey Hepburn (always and forever)
2. Gregory Peck (the most gorgeous man alive. He has such a great voice)
3. Ali McGraw (so the only movie I've seen her in was Love Story...she was a fantastic character)
4. Jimmy Stewart (such a nice guy)
And my five favorite objects that I own:
1. My cello. Duh. It is wonderful. The poor thing has gone through a lot in the past year and...eight, I believe, months.
2. My library card. Don't make fun. That has also gone through a lot of suffering.
3. My blanket. Speaking of going through a lot...man. I've never seen more holes in a poor baby blanket than there are in this thing. My sister used to call it my booger blanket. I never appreciated that.
4. My books. I can't choose one. Just my books.
5. My dog isn't a possession, is he? If he is, than he is definitely number five. If not, I am rather attached to the Frank Sinatra CDs.
Shredded lettuce is okay on tacos, I guess. But that is it. I don't think you have a bad grasp of what is too personal. People are too weird about remaining "mysterious". Why don't we all just speak what's on our mind? I guess I'm kind of being hypocritical too. It is no fun being judged for what you say or what you have done, so I guess that's why people don't necessarily bring it up when they first meet someone. You can't meet someone and automatically be all, "Well, here's my life story".
Of course I know Mary Lou. Remember? That is going to be me. I think that you should do something with people. I have never met someone so capable of handling conversations with random people. You make everyone feel happy, Abby, and you should use that to your advantage in whatever career you choose.
Shari Elf is basically my hero. She sings and she knits.
And her name is Shari Elf.
It really gets no better than that.
Teachers have crazy lives outside of school. My sister's best friend's mom is a teacher, and she gets Botox. I never think of teachers getting Botox. It isn't very teacher-y.
Your house does not smell strange. I can't exactly recall what it smells like, but I would remeber if it was bad.
Bodies are strange. Why do we have ankles? And does our skin dry out? What is with hair? And nostrils? Why wouldn't we just have one big hole in the bottom of our nose instead of two smaller (well, not in my case) ones?
My sister is studying International Business. I am not actually sure what this entails. I'm not positive she does either. It sounds smart, though, doesn't it. We are all very proud. I'll study abroad with you, Abby. How about Swaziland? I hear they have great engineering schools there.
Did you know Vivian Leigh was actually British? I think I heard that somewhere...she had to work forever to get the Southern accent down. I love Clark Gable. I think I would have liked to have his babies. Fred Astaire was a good guy. I don't think anyone could ever dislike Fred. He dances. How could you ever dislike a funny guy that dances? And Audrey Hepburn. Umm...my hero? I have read waaaaay too many books on Audrey Hepburn. It is slightly pathetic. I like Natalie Portman and Zach Braff, and Julia Roberts is classic.
New Hollywood Actors/Actresses:
1. Keira Knightley (I love Pride and Prejudice, Love Actually, and I can't wait for Atonement, in which she stars with James McAvoy, another favorite. You need to watch the preview on imdb.com if you have not seen it. AND she is dating Rupert Friend, whom I also loved in Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont)
2. Reese Witherspoon (Walk the Line? and, okay, Legally Blonde? Pleasantville! Oh, I love Pleasantville! She seems like she would be fun to talk to...like she would enjoy eating ice cream)
3. Ryan Gosling (this guy is good in everything. Seriously. Lars and the Real Girl was fantastic, I liked Half Nelson, and I'm pretty sure everyone loved The Notebook).
My problem is that I mainly love people who have only been in like, one movie. William Moseley, anyone?
Old Hollywood (I'm doing four because you did four and I deserve four as well)
1. Audrey Hepburn (always and forever)
2. Gregory Peck (the most gorgeous man alive. He has such a great voice)
3. Ali McGraw (so the only movie I've seen her in was Love Story...she was a fantastic character)
4. Jimmy Stewart (such a nice guy)
And my five favorite objects that I own:
1. My cello. Duh. It is wonderful. The poor thing has gone through a lot in the past year and...eight, I believe, months.
2. My library card. Don't make fun. That has also gone through a lot of suffering.
3. My blanket. Speaking of going through a lot...man. I've never seen more holes in a poor baby blanket than there are in this thing. My sister used to call it my booger blanket. I never appreciated that.
4. My books. I can't choose one. Just my books.
5. My dog isn't a possession, is he? If he is, than he is definitely number five. If not, I am rather attached to the Frank Sinatra CDs.
Shredded lettuce is okay on tacos, I guess. But that is it. I don't think you have a bad grasp of what is too personal. People are too weird about remaining "mysterious". Why don't we all just speak what's on our mind? I guess I'm kind of being hypocritical too. It is no fun being judged for what you say or what you have done, so I guess that's why people don't necessarily bring it up when they first meet someone. You can't meet someone and automatically be all, "Well, here's my life story".
Of course I know Mary Lou. Remember? That is going to be me. I think that you should do something with people. I have never met someone so capable of handling conversations with random people. You make everyone feel happy, Abby, and you should use that to your advantage in whatever career you choose.
Shari Elf is basically my hero. She sings and she knits.
And her name is Shari Elf.
It really gets no better than that.
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