My old crappy computer is full of memories.

My old crappy computer is good for only one thing, reliving the past. I love going through all my old files and seeing what a total creep I was. This next bit is my AIM profile that I just feel needs to be immortalized so I can always see it again, even when the old computer is gone for good.

TRANSLATION

And all the things that I was trying to run away from...
...just ended up catching me sooner.
strokkeof luckk: haha kim said we would never be able to drive just because she couldnt reach the pedals and i'd be looking at myself in the rear view mirrors and scott would be too busy touching his boobs and you'd be talking about his boobs cause you love boobs so much while he touches them and dan would be farting and william would be reading and quinton would be 50 miles back at a rest stop because we "accidently" left
him there. amanda would probably be the only responsible one.
Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things and making those count for more than the bad stuff. Maybe we just get through it and that's all we can ask for.

Or this picture of my then best friend:

Or these people, who I barely ever talk to anymore:

I don't know why I wrote this, and it's obviously not the whole thing. And I can't forget what a bad time this was for me in my life:

It's just weird to think about the person I used to be, and where I'm at now.

Twitter Spammer People

Do I really need this? No.

I swear I have been blocking users left and right on Twitter. I probably just blocked 10 people last night and when I saw I had more people I ckecked again and this is what I saw. Go away creepy Twitter loser people! I don't need this!!!

Oh well, I just felt I needed to post and this just sent me over the edge. As always, you can find me here every week too so go check that out.

Last Day of School

So yesterday was my last day of school, and it was quite easily my best day of school as well. On Tuesday I had volunteered for Transition Day. I talked about a bunch of different clubs I'm in to all the eighth graders who had come to the high school for the day. This was the first time this had ever been done so it was a little hectic. Because I had helped out with Transition Day, I got some free donuts Wednesday morning from the guidance office. Any day with free donuts is good. Then for the first few hours of the day my friend and I just chilled in the library (so cool, right?) until the librarian kicked us out for the last hour of school. At this point, we had accumulated quite a mix of people into our group, so I had to go beg my fourth period teacher to let us play cards in her room. She agreed but said I had to take out her recycle bin. (We recycle all the paper at our school and at the end of the year, the bins fill up daily.) After dumping the paper, I decided it would be a good idea to jump on the cart and make my friend push me so I could pretend I was Superman. Then when we got back to the room, for some unknown reason, I professed my love for wizard rock. Most people kind of know I listen to it, but I don't think they realize just how much I do. After this confession we all decided to classify what kind of nerds we were. (Obviously we all were nerds because we were in school on the last day and even more so because it was the day after prom.) It was decided I was a wizard nerd. Very fitting I think. So when the day was about to end we looked around at our little group and realized that notonce throughout the entire school year had any of us really hung out with all of the other people. It kind of made me realize that not all people are jerks and they have the ability to acknowledge the differences in people and accept them for who they are.

And I've realized this post is absolutely horrid and I really do just want to delete all of it. Unfortunately, I'm way to lazy to just delete all that work so let me just wrap this up.

11:00-11:45 Waited with my friend after school so she could get recertified in CPR
11:45-11:50 Rode home with friend talking about how swimming coach is a jerk and was making her come back another day anyway
11:50-11:55 Ate a piece of cold pizza
11:55-6:15 Went to my uncle's and babysat my cousins. I actually like hanging out with them so I don't care about being there so long, plus I made $40.
6:15-7:00 Ate dinner with my father
7:00-8:30 Band practice! YAY!!! Started to play the penis game but my friend got kicked out. Oops...
8:30-9:30 I have know idea what I did.
9:30-10:00 Started to watch Speedracer but was so tired I turned it of and went to bed.

Sorry this post sucks. Maybe I'll post my college essay later. That at least is a little bit more interesting.

What I Like About You (aka camp)

My grandmother has owned a lot at Big Bear Lake Campground since before I was born. When my father and uncles were younger, they helped build that porch and everything. I've been going there for as long as I could remember. I've haven't been able to go as often these past few years and I missed it dearly. So when my uncle said he was going for Memorial Day weekend, I asked if I could tag along. When I got there I had realized all the things I missed most about camp and started a list of all the great things there. These are just a few that I twittered about while I was there.




#1 This cool circular light made from what looks like potsand plastic. And a piece of yarn for the switch.

#2 The hammock that is the perfect height from the ground. Easy to get in, but high enough to be comfy. (I am obviously not a man with a beard. That is my uncle and his dog.)

#3 The trees. There are enough to keep everything nice and cool, but still let the light through to brighten things up.

#4 Two little tiki men in front of the trailer. I don't know where they came from or why they're there, they just are. (Are those boobs? I've never noticed before but I'm pretty sure htey're boobs.)

#5 Mmm.... mountain pies. Delicious! (I wanted to take an actual picture of a mountain pie, not just the pie iron, but evertime I remembered to take it picture, it was already in my stomach.)

#6 Big fires. The kind where you have to sit six feet back because it burns to be any closer.

#7 Flower lights! They're strung up all the way around the trailer and the fire ring.

#8 The bunk beds in the back of the trailer. The two top ones can kill you if you roll off, but the one bottom one is a little comfy nook. (Yes, all three have Hunchback of Notre Dame sheets.)

#9 The bear claw marks on the porch. These are new but I like them. (My ugly foot is there so you can tell that the scratch marks are just as big as a human foot.)

#10 Our axe. It's duct taped onto the handle. Safe, probably not. A thrill to use, most definitely.

#11 The shed. You never know what you may find inside. My grandma is constantly buying things at the flea market so there's always stuff you thought you'd never need, but always wanted to have.

#12 This creepy little gnome that stares at the porch. He like his cap.

#13 The swing. It's awkwardly shaped because the seat is extra long and the back is really short, but it's still nice.

#14 Ice cream from the camp store. Except now there is a golf cart drive through and it's weird. But the ice cream is still yummy.

Books, clothes, Virginia

At this time tomorrow I will be in Virginia. I leave at the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. I have to get on a bus with 40 or so other disgruntled teenagers who do not feel like being alive, let alone awake that early in the morning. I do not enjoy bus trips one bit. My plan is to sleep the whole way to Williamsburg. To make sure I achieve this I don't plan on going to sleep tonight. I probably wouldn't have anyway due to the fact that I haven't packed yet and my room looks like it was hit by a tornado.

I have too many clothes, that's my problem. I can never get rid of anything. I have about three times as many t-shirts as a normal teenage girl (although I have never claimed to be normal). The reason I can't get rid of any of them is my stupid sentimental attachment to them. I'll remember how I got them (All-Star MVP shirt I got from my softball coach), or I'll remember what happened when I wore them (old tie-dye shirt that has turned brown from wearing it in the clat-pits at my summer camp for 4 straight years), and then I can't throw them away. I also have every single one of my old soccer and softball shirts since I began playing when I was 5. I have convinced myself that I will one day make them all into a quilt, or pillows, or something. To hold all these clothes I have one set of drawers, a wardrobe, and one of those little cardboard drawers you put together yourself. Everything is so jam-packed that it's impossible to put clothes away. So piles of clothes linger around my room, on my desk, the chair, my bed, sometimes in the bottom of the wardrobe. It keeps going until it looks like a disaster area, then I take everything out of my drawers, squeeze everything back in, then start the cycle over again.

And I just realized there is nothing more boring than my clothes and the state of my room. Now that BEDA is almost over, I think I might start reviewing the books I read. Just a little something to give the blog a purpose. I'll have to come up with a witty name for it or something. I just stopped in my school library and borrowed 4 books:

The Host by Stephenie Meyer
Devilish by Maureen Johnson
Tattoo by Jennifer Lynn Barnes
The Missing Girl by Norma Fox

I've already read The Host and Devilish, but it's ben a while and they were both good so I'm reading them again. I've read everything by Stephenie Meyer (who hasn't?) and the only book by Maureen Johnson I haven't read is Suite Scarlett. I keep meaning to get it but whenever I'm around books I always seem to forget. If you haven't read anything by Maureen Johnson, do yourself a favor and GO TO THE LIBRARY! I recommend The Bermudez Triangle. It's not just one of my favorite Maureen Johnson books, but also one of my favorite books of all time.

You see, I promised you a long post and I actually came through! Of course this post has been so completely random it makes no sense at all. I pretty much just rambled on about whatever came to mind. I still don't know how I'm going to post tomorrow. Expect a very incoherent post tomorrow around 4 a.m. After all, if I stick to my plan, at that point I will have been awake for 22 hours. I really don't know how that's going to work.

That's all I have to say for now. I guess we'll see tomorrow how/when/if I get a chance to post.

(Someone told me today that if I get the Nintendo DSi, I won't be able to play gameboy/gameboy advance games. If this is true I don't think I'll be getting it. I have to be able to play my pokemon red!)

April's almost over already?

I feel like I just started blogging yesterday. I did start late so maybe that's why I feel BEDA shouldn't be over. I'm sure some people hate that they signed on for this crazy idea. I know some people quit after just the first week. But I love blogging, even if it's everyday. It's amazing to think that people may stumble across my blog one day and actualy care what I have to say. I get to say what I want on here too. I don't have to worry about what people will think of me. It's nice, I wish the rest of life was like that. But for now I have my blog, and my thoughts, and anyone who may read this. (If you are reading this I think you're awesome and that you should leave a comment.)

I'm thinking about splurging and buying the new Nintendo DSi. It has a camera built into it and can play music and other kinds of cool stuff. However, if I do buy it, I will be officially broke. No money left from my birthday, or from reffing, or anything. I do think it's worth it though. The one game I really want is NintenDogs. I am aware that this is what every little kid wants, but I want it too so I don't care. I'll keep you posted on that situation.

Running out of time, more tomorrow, promise!
(I realize I always say this but usually end up having another short post.)

Sunny days are not here to stay

Well we had another gorgeous day today, unfortunately it's supposed to be the opposite tomorrow. So PSSAs started today. We've already done the reading, writing, and math portions, now we're on to science. The PSSAs are the state exams we have to take so our schools can make money because we're all good little boys and girls. They're the most ridiculous tests I have encountered.

The only good thing about this whole thing is free breakfast. Our lovely guidance department gets food donated to feed are starving minds, because you know what they say, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And the periods are shortened because we test in the morning during homeroom. Tomorrow we're running on a delay schedule, which will make periods shorter. Is school almost out yet?

I leave Thursday morning for a band trip to Virginia. I fill in the details about this tomorrow. I'm just not sure yet how I'm going to post that day. I'll figure something out. Sweet dreams.

P.S. How awesome is that new show Castle? I love Nathan Fillion.

Good-bye sunny Sunday

Once again, today was beautiful. I spent it at the soccer fields. I referee soccer games and I'm on a U-18 team. So I had three games to ref, which earned me a whopping sum of $50 . Considering that the minimum wage in Pennsylvania is currently $7.15, then I would have had to work about 7 hours, when I really only worked a little over three. So, $50 is not that bad. But this is boring if you are not a ref, probably if you are a ref too so, moving on. I had to through a woman out of the field today. Just a brief overview:

Woman: "Why can't you make any fucking calls?"
Me: "That's enough, get out now."
Woman: "I will get out because you don't know what the hell you're talking about."
Me: "You need to leave, now!"
Woman: "I'm leaving you stupid bitch."
Me: *walk away*

This coming from a mother of a 9 year-old girl playing, who happens to live in South Park as well, so I will most likely see her again.

I also played a game against a team from West Virginia. I played keeper the entire game. We won 2-1. (I'm not trying to imply that I was the sole cause of this, just that I played a decent game.)

Well, that's all for tonight. I still have some homework that needs finishing up. Good night!

(Just remembered that I have PSSAs all week. I'll describe this excruciating experience in tomorrow's post.)

Picking up trash and other nice things

I awoke this beautiful Saturday morning at 8 o'clock so I could shower. I then helped set a few things up, then went to pick up trash. My girl scout troop has organized a community-wide clean up day for the past two years. We pick up around 250 to 300 bags of trash along the roadsides. It's pretty awesome. Most of are volunteers are kids, other boy scout and girl scout troops, along with the middle school and high school. This is the one thing I do that lets me feel like I'm making a diference. I know that sounds cheesy but it really does. I love seeing little kids enjoying helping their community. It makes me think their's hope. And that the next generation isn't full of stupid, perfect people.

Besides this feeling of fulfillment, I also get a cool florescent vest. I felt so cool. We, two other girls in my troop and myself, had a cop follow us the entire way up the road we were working on. Let's just say that once he was gone, people had no problem flying by us at the speed of light, just two feet from the shoulder, where we were walking. The find of the day you ask? I shall warn you, it was gross, I won't blame you if you skip the next sentence. A nasty,used, neon yellow condom. What kind of person do you have to be to fling your used condom out the window of a moving vehicle? How can you be doing anything in a moving vehicle? Ugh, I'm done thinking about it. We also found enough of one kind of beer to make a whole case. I really think people must drive around in circles with a case of beer, throwing the can out the window when they're done with it. People are pigs, most are anyway.

Enough with the trash talk, on to family. You know that older cousin* you always had to look up to and to teach you stuff? I didn't have that. My older cousins didn't really want anything to do with me after a while. This is not how i want my younger cousins to feel. So this afternoon I called up my uncle, then spent the rest of the day with his family. His kids love me. His son, who's about 5, has been calling me for about a week, leaving messages telling me I have to come over. There's one where he just says hello for about a minute straight until my uncle realizes he must be talking to a machine. He also has two girls, I'm going to say 10 and 8, who I really love too. I just want to be there for them to help them out, especially when they're older and may not want mom and dad's help anymore. Now this post has gotten really sappy so I'll wrap it up. (Mostly also because it's 5 minutes until midnight.)

Today was beautiful, sunny and a high of 85. Oh summer, please get here sooner.

Tires and tired

I'm exhausted. I must wake up early to help set up a community clean-up day. This is cool, but it also means I must go to bed now. Thanks for understanding. Bye

P.S. Still have $77.23 left in my iTunes account. I love gift cards.

Update:

P.P.S? or P.S.S? Sorry for the bad quality. Basically my account goes from $2.21->$27.21->$52.21->$67.21->$82.21->$97.21.

One year closer to my death

Today's my birthday!

And in other news, I don't know what I would do without he little chuckles I get from reading spam e-mails i receive. Here's one I got today:

"The Jack Rabbit Vibrator - Magically Orgasmic
Experience the most mind blowing multiple orgasms ever with the one and only....Jack Rabbit Vibrator.Check out the vibrator made famous by Charlotte on Sex and the City.Discover why Charlotte wouldn't leave her room for days until Sarah Jessica Parker burst in and wrestled it away from her.Find out now why it is the number 1 selling vibrator in the world."

Stuff like this never fails to make me laugh. Also, for my birthday I got $95 dollars worth of tunes cards. I cannot wait to spend it. Now I have to plan what I'm going to spend it on. Must go think now. Really very tired. Better blog tomorrow, I promise.

Ugh... so bored

I really don't feel like posting on this blog today. However I did start "The Fat Girl Diary" today.

GO CHECK IT OUT!!!

Tuesday, which was not unlike Monday

It's Tuesday. Nothing happened. I fell asleep for a few hours after school and had McDonalds for dinner. That was about it.

In other news, today I have decided to start a new blog entitled "The Fat Girl Diary". For some reason I feel it will give me the motivation to lose weight. I think I'll start on that tomorrow. I've been thinking about something like this for a while and after reading Hayley's blog today, I felt like I needed to do something to start changing my life. So here's my list for self-improvement:

1. Treat my body better! Lose some weight, eat healthy, and exercise more.
2. Make an attempt to look nicer. Dress up once in a while and show people I'm a girl.
3. Be nicer to people! Just be a better friend and don't ignore people who are different.
4. Open up a little more. Tell people how I really feel and don't shut them out.
5. Work on my self-esteem. I should be proud of who I am.
6. Find someone special. =)

This was just a short post. Hopefully I'll have more to talk about tomorrow.

The Fat Girl Dairy

Monday, need I say more?

I woke up at 5:30 so I could take a shower. That should speak for itself. Then I accidentally fell asleep again. (I got back in bed after I got dressed.) Somehow I slept until 7:00, which meant I missed my ride. Mondays suck, for the most part at least.

I went to dinner tonight with my family and we made a pact about proper restaurant running. It is as follows:

1. Never buy square tables. They aren't designed well for people with legs. Circle tables are better.
2. You must always buy every random piece of interesting junk you see so it can be hung on your restaurant walls. Restaurants that do this are more fun to be in.
2b. If a customer ever asks about any said junk, the junk should be given to them.
3. Sharpies are good things. Anything should be fair game.
4. (There is no rule 4 at this time but if anything else comes up, I'll be sure to add it.)

With the anniversary of my birth falling on Thursday, I have declared that this entire week I can do whatever I want. Thus I have decreed that everyone within my house must be called by their indian name. A few examples; White Boy Smells Funny, Boy With Yellow Landing Strip, and my favorite, Young Boy With Old Man Hair (my poor brother is balding).

On that note, there really is nothing left to say. Until tomorrow then.

A critter, a bug, and RENT

First thing I have to mention is that the little critter is out of the house. I was successfully able to capture him behind the stove and herd him towards the door. My cat is still walking around the house looking for it. (We think he is the one who brought it into the house in the first place.) Now, moving on, I saw Rent today!

There were many squeeling fangirls.

It was AMAZING! Yes, my seat sucked and there was a really tall person sitting two rows in front of me whose head blocked out the center stage the entire time, but it was still AMAZING. Now because I live in a world where I never know what is going on unless it's happening inside my head, I did not even realize two original cast members had rejoined for this tour. If you've seen the movie you have also seen them. Anthony Rapp played Mark (the guy with the camera) and Adam Pascal played Roger (the guy who lives with Mark and falls for Mimi). I, however, would fail if I did not mention the rest of the cast, who were also phenomenal. The set, oh my god, the SET! It was gorgeous. I'm always astounded when and entire show can all be performed with one set.

You can't really tell just how nice it was by this picture that was

obviously taken by breaking the rules.*

I highly recommend that you go see it. And read Anthony Rapp's book, it will just make you appreciate it, really all theatre, even more.

I went to see Rent with my Girl Scout troop. (Yes, I know this does not make me the coolest person on the planet.) Afterward, we went to eat dinner at [anonymous restaurant]. Here is why I am not posting their name. In a complete freak lettuce incident, a bug** ended up on a bun. It was very disturbing, especially because I was sitting directly across from the girl it happened to. Our conclusion was that it it somehow got tangled up in the lettuce and only fell out when she went to put ketchup on her burger. I believe that it was no way the restaurant's fault which is why I will not slander them by adding their name.

That was basically all that happened today. Tomorrow will be very uneventful, I promise.

*I was not the one breaking the rules (this time)

**It was dead

I waited 10 minutes too long

Well it looks like I'm already failing at BEDA. 11:50 and I had just finshed watching Yes Man and I logged on to post, but instead I read Hayley's blog and commented. When i was done with that, it was mysteriously 12:10. I'm pretty sure 20 minutes didn't just pass but apparently it did. Anyhow I'm still going to write about my day.

There was a chipmunk in my house, actually, not was, is. We don't know how it happened, just that it did. I almost had it captured but it jumped out of the basket at the last possible second and scurried back into hiding. I'll let you know if it makes another appearance anytime soon.Did you know they chirp like birds?

Something else also happened today, but I don't really want to talk about it yet. All I'm going to say is that divorce sucks and I will share my opinion on that at a later date. I see Rent tomorrow, well actually later today, in 12 hours. I'll be sure to write how that goes. So I guess that's everything, and I really need to get to bed.

Put me in coach, I'm ready to play

So yes, it is April 17, and I know I'm coming in late to the game, but BEDA just looked to good to resist. Hopefully this will get me into the habit of writing, something-anything really, everyday. So recap of my day:

As some people may or may not know, today was the Day of Silence. I don't really know how to explain it, but they give us a little piece of paper to show people to explain why we're not talking. This is what it says:

"Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am particiating in the Day of Silence(DOS), a national youth moment bringing attention to the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people and their allies. My deliberate silence echoes that silence, which is caused by anti-LGBT bullying, name-calling and harassment. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward building awareness and making a commitment to address these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today. What are you going to do to end the Silence?"

My entire day at school was spent in silence, which means I really don’t have anything to talk about today school-wise. However, I do have much to say about the after school events that have occurred.

Tonight was the Drama Club, excuse me, “Performing Arts Club”, banquet. A few things happened that were all so awesome I’m still smiling! First, Mr. Baker (a.k.a. the boss man), gave out the goofy awards, the ones that make no sense to the parents but all the kids understand. There were only a few people who were blessed to receive such an award. Mine was “Does she have an off button?”. My trophy for winning this honor is an easy button (the one’s from the Staples commercials), which was pretty cool. However, it was made even better by the fact that Baker walks up to me later and says, “Mamie (his wife, who is actually the heart and soul of our club) wasn’t sure if I should give an easy button to you because she didn’t want to give you the impression that we think you’re easy. But even though it could be misconstrued, I just had to give it to you because you make everything easier.” This made me smile, and giggle inwardly, a lot.

Next Baker announced this award (I can’t remember the name of it at all, but it was named after some guy), which is usually given to a techie (which is what I am) who is awesome and amazing and contributed the most. But this year, Mamie and Baker couldn’t decide who should win, so they gave it to the entire tech crew. But there were five or six people who were specifically mentioned for their contributions, and I was one of them! It’s so weird hearing people praise you for how hard you worked, and I’m not trying to brag, but Baker basically said I was awesome, that I never stopped, and I was by far the most dedicated in my work ethic and wished that everyone approached the job like I did. It was pretty sweet and it just made my day.

But that wasn’t even the best part about the night. A couple weeks ago elections were held for next year’s officers and I ran for treasurer. I really didn’t think I was going to win because I was running against some really awesome people. The winners weren’t announced until tonight at the banquet. I WON!!! It was just such a shock and I was so happy and now I can’t wait for next year because I’ve learned to love this club and the other officers are phenomenal. My best friend won secretary, and I can’t wait to work with the president end his vice because they’re just amazing too.

Now I’ve rambled long enough so I’m just going to wrap this up. Basically tonight has been the happiest night in, well, a long time.