I've come to the slow realization that my parents should have taken a class before having kids. Or read a book or something. Their view on punishment is just craaazy. Not to mention extremely unfair.

Yea. But. Driving is not a privilege. If you have to buy your own car and pay for insurance and gas, they can't tell me when to drive my own frickin car. Screw that. Actually. Screw life. Since, without my friends, it would suck ass butt.

Tonight is James' homecoming. I really didn't think he would be wanting to go since he thinks those kinds of things are a waste of time. But apparently his friends say he should since he's a senior and he should go to at least one. Plus I think he's got a date. Hoorah! That should be fun for him.

Me and my friend Jake are hanging out today. He said he's a got a surprise for me. But I actually have no idea what it is this time so I'm excited. It's usually really hard for him to keep secrets from me since we know just about everything about each other. But I'm pretty hyped up.

And I'm still trying to figure out a lot of things.

Why do I write such long posts?
How come at least one of my friends is always sad?
Why are essays always so frickin long?
When will Ronnie come home?
Is Emily coming down for Christmas?
Am I ever going to get away from my parents?
Since when is school a good thing?
Why must life continually shoot my ideas out of the sky?

WANTED:

Anyone who can answer at least two of these questions.

Reward: A lifetime guarantee of hugs from dear Amanda.

So. The end of this increasingly long post. That nobody will probably read anyways. But. What's the real point of writing on here anyway? To tell strangers what goes on in your life? Yea. Thought so.

Well. Adios lovelies.

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Perhaps an update is due?

Long time no talk, eh? I think so...

Not much to say really. Jesi's pretty depressed right now. And ticked. Allie's off and about with Shawn. Go figure. Sooo. I'm a geek that reads and types to nobody on here. Jenny said some pretty funny stuff yesterday. And I'll post some of it. Later. But I read something & thought it was funny. So I'll put it on here. Since I have nothing good to do right now.

rock, paper, scissors, shoot....baaaang.

I UNDERSTAND THAT SCISSORS CAN BEAT PAPER AND I GET HOW ROCK CAN BEAT SCISSORS. BUT THERE'S NO WAY PAPER CAN BEAT ROCK. PAPER IS SUPPOSED TO MAGICALLY WRAP AROUND ROCK LEAVING IT IMMOBILE? WHY THE HECK CAN'T PAPER DO THIS TO SCISSORS? SCREW SCISSORS, WHY CAN'T PAPER DO THIS TO PEOPLE? WHY AREN'T SHEETS OF COLLEGE-RULED NOTEBOOK PAPER CONSTANTLY SUFFOCATING STUDENTS AS THEY ATTEMPT TO TAKE NOTES IN CLASS? I'LL TELL YOU WHY, BECAUSE PAPER CAN'T BEAT ANYBODY, A ROCK WOULD TEAR THAT UP IN TWO SECONDS. WHEN I PLAY ROCK/PAPER/SCISSORS I ALWAYS CHOOSE ROCK. THEN WHEN SOMEBODY CLAIMS TO HAVE BEATEN ME WITH THEIR PAPER I CAN PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE WITH MY ALREADY CLENCHED FIST AND SAY "OH I'M SORRY, I THOUGHT PAPER WOULD PROTECT YOU."

I don't know how they think...but I like it. Fun. And it's even better if you hear the whole conversation. Sooo. I'm gonna go climb a tree...or something. Byee!

Currently Reading Trickster's Choice (Daughter of the Lioness, Book 1) By Tamora Pierce see related

Sooo... long time no talk?

Yea. It's been a while. & IIIII'm peachy-keen! I kind of abandoned xanga for a while. Aaand...it died. Haha. But. I'm getting annoyed with myspace right now so I decided to come back and see if this thing is still here. And it is!

Who woulda thought? Not me.

But yea. Child Development sucks. Because I'm really gonna go up to the library and research on lead paint poisoning right? Pshhh. Jessica's sitting at the computer next to me. She says hi. Well, not really; but I'm saying hi for her, kay? Oookay.

Not much to say. I'm pretty bored. Maybe I should find something better to do. Yes. I will. Be back in a jiffy!

Wow. Long time no type. Well...

My Grandpa died last week. Now I'm sad. And...I don't feel like typing. since none of my friends bother to come here anyways. Even though they asked for the site. So. Poo on you.

There. I updated. -______-

Haven't updated in a few days. Whew. Well, let's see. My mom got back from Connecticut last night. Grandpa is doing okay for right now and they got him checked into a nursing home and everything, so he should be okay while they do radiation and all that stuff.

I got all nice and sick. Blegh. I just woke up with this monster headache and then almost threw up.

So...since I forgot to post Saturday...here it is. Have fun...sort of:

Still sick. I woke up this morning with no relent from the headache. I ended up taking this horse pill (that's what we call any pill that is about 3x as large as a normal pill) that, by the way, didn't work at all. And you know what? I still had to do my chores. I clean the house every week; vacuum, dusting, bathrooms, kitchen, sweeping/mopping, dishes...I could go on and on. And...just in case you don't know me, my house is huge. Not humongous huge, but a big job with only one person cleaning.

My mom only does the laundry, yet somehow that seems to only include putting them into the washer and the dryer since I usually end up folding all of the clothes. All my brother has to do is mow the lawn. The lawn is so shrimpy it's not even funny. [/rant]

Anyways...back on track. I wake up Sunday morning. The tonsil thingies in the back of my throat were swollen so bad that I could barely swallow. Yet she gives me another horse pill...only twice as large as the last one. It started to melt in my mouth after about the fifth time of trying to get it down. But my mom just hands me another one and makes me try to swallow it again. It ends up getting lodged in my throat. I could have died. So...this is my belated death statement. Har.

But. Whatever. So my mom goes and makes this gigantisized breakfast -- with eggs, bread, bacon, buscuits & gravy, and fruit. Lo and behold. My mother never makes breakfast for us. Ever. The one time she does is when I'm sick. How messed up is that?

Okay. I'm done. Just felt the need to say that. Whew. Alright one last thing and then we're off...