Marley & Me

Will make you laugh hard enough to bring tears, will make you gasp in shock, will make you smile so much it hurts, and will get you crying and won't let you stop.

Christmas-New Year's Eve(s)

I owe you a walkthrough. Christmas Eve was boring, sort of disappointing. Lacking in spirit. It didn't feel like a holiday at all, much less the most important one of the year. I consider Christmas Eve a big part of the actual Christmas. For me, Christmas starts a day before everybody else's and ends at the same time. So we (My sisters and I) were going to sleep together in my older sister's bedroom one Christmas Eve, so my little sister wouldn't be awake and waiting for Santa. She doesn't want him to pass her up because she's not sleeping. That's what my parents insist happens, so we ALL have to be sleeping when it happens. Stinks, huh? Anyways, we couldn't get to sleep and ended up in our own beds, which was for the best since as soon as we went to our own rooms I fell asleep right away. I woke up at 7:15, which is later than usual on Christmas morning for our family, and woke up my sisters. We usually wake around six, but.... I don't know. Anyways, we poked around (We like to poke and guess, but we never cheat. That's no fun) the present area and sent the dog up to our parents' room at 8 to wake them up. That's the set time every year- it doesn't matter how early us kids wake up, we have to sit and stare at our presents until 8, when we're finally allowed to wake mom and dad up. We wouldn't obey that rule, but if we don't nobody's allowed to open until even later than the given time. So we wait. We were very happy. Something just wakes up inside me, and I feel like a six year old again, all excited for what's coming on and what 'Santa' brought. It's fun. The best thing this year was, without a doubt, the Wii. Yeah, we got a Wii. It came with the sports game and Wii Play. Then we got some Nancy Drew computer games, which are awesome, and some clothe, which were cool, and some jewelry, which was pretty but I probably won't wear because I'm not a big jewelry person, just in general, and some movies. I got some Happy Bunny stuff, which was awesome, cuz I just love him for no reason, DS games and a robe. I might've left some stuff out, I might have gotten all of it. Who knows, who cares. You get it. Spent the rest of the day with our new stuff (Especially Wii) and just hanging out. Next day the same thing happened until that afternoon, when our aunt and uncle Susan and Dan came. I love them, don't tell, but they're probably my favorites. I know i shouldn't pick favorites, but it's hard. They're really awesome. Susan's reeeeaaally smart and Dan's reeeaaally funny and they're both just a lot of fun to hang out with. They didn't bring Dog-Zilla this time, which was okay, but we sort of missed her. MY dog didn't, though!
Wit- I don't think I've told you about Dogzilla, did I? Dogzilla is just a stupid nickname we use for their dog, Allegra. She's a huge, 2-times-my-weight Labrador Retriever. Yellow, hyper, crazed, playful, HUGE, and boundless in her energy. She doesn't really realize her own strength. I'm reading the book Marley and Me right now, because I always read a book before I see the movie because everybody knows that the books are always infinitely better, and even though Marley's a bit inappropriate for someone my age, my Mom knows that I go through worse stuff than the subtle things in Marley at school. I'm serious, the boys at my school are horrible. My older sister says that high school is way better, and I can't wait. Anyways, I'm allowed to read the book now, (FINALLY I've wanted to read it for forever) And Marley really reminds me of Allegra, and vice-versa. Just read the book. Marley's a little worse, but that's almost the exact picture of Allegra's twin. I could swear it WAS her, if I didn't know better.
Anyways, my aunt and uncle came and gave us the presents (Game boy games, Othello the board game, and shirts) and we hung out, and the next day we went bowling, and then they went home. *Sniffle*. but we could have some fun with grandma and pappap on Friday. So we waited and relaxed until then. I worked my way through Brisingr ( The third book in the Inheritance series (ERAGON)) and finished it in a short while, which made me mad because I was expecting the end. I was mad and happy, happy because there was more Eragon to look forward to (YAY!) but angry because Paolini got me all worked up about finding out all the answers and finishing and I was so sad that it was the end and I tried to slow down and make it last longer, so I had to slow down on my READING! Anybody who knows me knows that it is hard for me to slow down when I'm reading, especially stuff like Harry Potter or Eragon or Twilight or something (Even though the Harry Potter series I have read six times over, my favorite books out of the series more. I know for a fact that I have read #4 and #7 about 12 to 14 times EACH) so for that, I am angry. But mostly happy.
my grandparents came, and we relaxed and hung out with them. We showed them our stuff (It was hilarious when we introduced them to the Wii. My Pappap is now an expert with the Wii Play shooting, pool, fishing, and tank games!!!) and played some games (Othello) and stuff like that. I love my grandparents, they're probably the best there is. Sure, my grandma doesn't know when to say goodbye on the phone and when to stop hugging, but that's cool. It's really, really nice and grandma-ish. I love it about her. And my Pappap can be goofy sometimes, meow-ing at my dog and calling her a cow and stuff, but when he's not in that kind of mood he's the smartest guy I know in the whole universe, and he's funny. I love him, too. My grandparents are amazing. My whole family is. But I can't gush about that now, I have a lot of material to cover in just one entry, unless I spread it out, which is a pain, it's so confusing. So anyways, the next day we messed around some more and had some fun with cow racing (Don't even ask because I' not explaining it) and had lunch and opened MORE presents. This time half was from the grandparents and half was from my other uncle and his girlfriend, Mary-Ellen (who i also love crazy as heck, they're probably tied with Susan and Dan for the same reasons) From Mary-Ellen and Uncle Ron we each got an ornament and a few specific little trinkets, like sunglasses and cute toe socks that everybody knows that my older sister collects but give them to both me and her for some reason. Also, iTunes cards and games and things. Then my grandparents gave clothes and games and I got the movies Eragon and the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 (Which turns out to be the entire rest of the book series combined, go figure. Movie makers have gotten so lazy. But it was still really good) and a sleeping bag an the most adorable snowglobe. I collect snowglobes, you know. Anyways, we got some good stuff this year, and the visiting gets more fun every year. As you get older, I think you appreciate that stuff even more and more. I love it when my family visits, and I love Christmas time because it gives them REASON to visit!!! Anyways, we hung out even MORE until my grandparents left, and for the rest of the day I worked on my project for school ( I like to get a head-start on things, even over break. I know I'm a freak, get over it) and the next day I spent the funnest day over break ever at my friend Pence's house with Pence and Demyx, where we exchanged MORE gifts (JEEZ, right?) and had lunch and dessert and just hung out. I had the best time! And that night we called uncle Ron and Mary Ellen to thank them for the gifts they sent and to catch up with each other and such. I'm sorry I can' go into detail, but my fingers are going numb. We hung out the rest of the days leading up to today, when I had to go to the stupid orthodontist (OW) and my dad went to get blood and here we are. Siiiiigggghhhhh. I'm done. See you soon!

Christmas Eve Eve

Well, it is the eve of Christmas eve, and my cold is slightly better. Hopefully it'll be completely gone Christmas morning, or at least that it won't be as severe. Really bad this winter, the colds and stuff, you know? Really sorry I haven't written, been feeling crappy, been feeling tired, been feeling not-so-relatively-happy anymore. There's absolutely nothing to write about, I've been re-addicted to Sims 2 again. My sister and I go through phases. Nintendogs, Spyro, racing games, Sims, Roller Coaster Tycoon, stuff like that. It cycles, and right now they tip of the wheel is pointing at Sims. It's so easy to lose track of time when you're playing that game, I was actually on it for, like, 11 hours straight today and it felt like three. I said, "Got to get off to eat lunch" and it was four hours late. Weird, time-spinning game. Gotta go, too much computer time today. i finally got a start on Brisingr, the third Eragon book, I'm going to read that a while and get some EXERCISE. What a foreign word. Play with my dog a little, maybe. Go to bed early, help with the cold before Christmas. See you later!!!

Relatively happy

Okay I've named this post 'Relatively Happy' because thats what i am. Let me list the reasons:
I'm exhausted, so I'm not very happy
Christmas is getting even closer, so I'm happy
My aunt and uncle, the first relatives to visit, came today, so I'm happy, in the RELATIVE way!! (I know that was stupid, bear with me here)
My allergies are going crazy and I have no idea why, so I'm not very happy
My throat is BURNING, and it's itching and it HURTS, really REALLLY bad, so i'm miserable.
But everything else happening around here makes me more happy than I am miserable. plus I have cookies.....
So there you go. Update you later.

Caylee Case

I feel sick. Sick, sick, sick. Sicker than last Wednesday when I almost really DID get SICK. forgot to report that before. They just found out what happened to Caylee and I, being the wonderfully idiotic girl that I am, read the article, wanting to know. I should not have read that article. I feel sick...
How could somebody do that? She was, what, 3 years old? It drives me crazy that somebody could possibly do that to such a tiny little innocent baby girl. How could she do that tp her daughter? And of course it effects her parents, TOO! She has to be insane, I mean, what is going on inside her head when she thinks about this? I hope she's boiling in guilt. How is it humanely possible for somebody to even imagine....that's just it. It's not humane. It's horribly, terribly, disgustingly INhumane. I just can't believe it. It kills me, it really, really kills me. What happened to 'life is a gift' and 'children are god's human angels' and all that? What happened to the loving bond between parent and child? It's the most horrible, terrifying, terrible, horrifying, disgusting, sickening, gross, incredibly BAD, just BAD thing possible. I hate it, I just hate it. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight.
I read an article. On the grandparents. They really loved that little kid. They described her, and I feel in love her without ever seeing more than a picture. I've never seen a moving picture, a video. I should get a video of her doing something...alive. Something 3 year olds love to do. I'm going to find a video of her blowing bubbles or something, because this cannot, CANNOT be the last thing I hear ad see of Caylee, it just CAN'T be. I have to remember her some other way- I have to remember her alive and well and loved and happy and laughing....smiling, joyful, giggles...I can't remember her the way I am now, because I'm sure this is just about the end of the Caylee Case news. They're just going to release the results of the test, and SCENE. Case closed, cut, story over, book closed, happy ending or not. I'm going to find a smiling Caylee and remember her that way. May God be with her, may she rest in peace, and may she find thst peace in Heaven, in a place of kindness and love- Amen.

Srry

Im sososososososososososososososososososososooooooooo sorry I haven't written in such a long time it's just that there hasn't been much to write about except my own personal demon Cole Brownsburger who is about to drive me to the point of death and the fact that my little sister is beating Cole I think they are competing to see who can kill me first. Anyways, we just got off for CHRISTMAS BREAK! And every time I look into the dining room the song 'It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas' pops into my head because the present pile is starting up and it really is beginning to look a lot like christmas in there. Anyways, I'm talking to my friend, Pence, and her christmas gift from our other friend Demyx was a T-Shirt specially designed to her character!!! It sounds adorable, I can't wait to see it. And i know my present involves my character's LFL (Love for Life) Roxas, but I'm not sure what it is yet because apparently Demdem had to order it and it hasn't arrived in the mail yet. So I'm waiting, but I don't mind the wait. I just can't wait to see it. cuz demdem says, quote, 'it will make you'(ME) 'squeal'. ttyl and i promise ill type more often, I've just been out of it lately. This blog is really good for me. It's a vent station, so my sister doesn't have to hear it because mostly she would like my voice box removed because I talk very loud and very fast and apparently it's irritating. I think i would irritate me, too. Buhbye!!!

Dripping in Christmas

i have named this post Dripping in Christmas, and appropriately so. Because that is what we all are: Dripping with Christmas. We've been on a cleaning spree since nine in the morning (Note time now, that's how long it's been. ugh.)
and now its finally time for decorations and the tree. We started a week earlier than I had anticipated, but that is perfectly fine with me. Now we get to enjoy it even more. Well, that's half of what I feel. The other half is a strange mixture of frustration, exhaustion, soreness, impatience, and oddly enough, cheerfulness. I guess that's what Christmas does to you.

I broke my streak. I am so sad. I haven't written for how many days now, and I have had a chance to every day except yesterday. Darn. This is what happened: Wednesday I got a tooth pulled and got to stay home from school, which was half horrible and half awesome, because the next day I had SOOOOOOO much to do, it was unbelievable! I got to miss gym, though, always a plus. So I spent the entire night on homework, which stunk, which also means I made a mistake. I said I had a chance to write every day except for yesterday, but it was really every day except for Thursday. But I finally finished my work, and Friday came and I went to school, came home, went to the library, watched movies and Gilmore Girls until half past midnight and fell asleep on the couch. And now here we are.

Tuesday Tormentation

Today was horrible, like another Monday. Well, it was horrible before lunch. I was so tired I could barely walk. In math we kept flipping pages and going in and out of our desks for stuff, so I thought to myself, "What's with all the reaching and the page turning?" It took me a moment to realize that I had moaned it out loud. Luckily, nobody but my seat neighbors heard me. I was starving half to death, and when lunch rolled around, i was happy. Nothing else much happened, except language arts was a lot of fun. We're studying propaganda, which is really easy for me. We got into how companies rip people off, and my teacher tried to explain one way of doing it by saying, "If I was famous and you bought a signed picture of me, and it turned out to be them-" He pointed at two boys together- "That would be a rip off." Then the one boy said, "I see that as a bonus," And the other said, "Yeah, how is that a rip-off?" Then this other kids went, "It's not flammable." HA! Isn't that funny? Anyways, language arts was fun, and so was POP. (Power Of the Pen) and now I'm here and I'm bored, so I'm going to watch some TV.

Mon. Dec. 1, Christmas countdown begins

Well, the title of this post says it all, doesn't it? 25 days, according to ABC family, which means for me, it's about 23. I always count Christmas Eve as part of the actual holiday, and today's pretty much over. So, yeah. We'll start decorating soon, maybe next weekend, tree and lights and stuff. We don't usually do it all that early, you know? Keep the Christmas spirit in a smaller package, it's more condensed, so it's stronger, right? That's how I look at it, at least. Man, i love Christmas. And not just because of the presents, either, even though those are pretty great ; ). I think of it as family time, religious time, and a second Thanksgiving. We always make cookies and visit family and make cookies and get and give presents and visit some more and make cookies and make cookies and decorate the house and make cookies... it's a busy time, but so fun! There's just something about the feel of Christmas. You get it when you finally finish decorating the house and the tree and you sit there staring at it, and when you finally find the perfect present for you mom, or you finally wheedle Christmas wishes out of your totally selfless dad. My dad always says all he wants for Christmas is for us to be really, really happy, which is sweet, but I like to give him stuff. Even if it's nothing or even crap, he still puts this big grin on his face, and it's real! It's good to see all my family happy like that. My dad got my mom this Jewel Quest computer game last year, and she can't go a day without playing it. It's scary and annoying when i see it, but if I look at it through my dad's eyes, it's sweet and really makes you happy to know that you've made someone else happy. That's why I like charity work, and I'm hoping to do a lot more than I have done so far when I'm 16 and have a job and a license and stuff. Then I can do it myself. It's an unbelievable feeling, really. That's Christmas.