Happenings

Katamari Damacyyyy

2010-07-14T21:24:00.002-05:00

I just reached the point in Katamari Damacy eternal where I had nothing left to roll up. I plowed the world into my little prince's hands.
Epic win.
I wonder how he carries all that stuff around, he looks quite weak?

Bleh.

2010-07-11T21:02:00.002-05:00

I never post. I always say I'm going to and then never do. Whoopsieee!

Mkaayyy, so I've had people tell me I should to youtube videos of singing and playing piano and such. Actually, people asked me to play and sing baby, baby, baby, ohhhhh! Bieber fever! I don't know if I'm going to do it. I feel like I need camera with better sound quality. Maybeee.

So somehow, I'm just now realizing that there is a new Nightmare Before Christmas album. How did I miss that...? It's amazing! Flyleaf, Korn, Marilyn Manson, and Rise Against all made songs, it makes me so happyyy! All it needs in Mindless Self Indulgence and Muse and it would be perfect(:

Yeaahh, nothing really interesting has happened here. I went to Dallas last week for a big youth conference, and next week is church camp. I'm tramp stamping everyone there, whether they like it or not. My birthday is soon(: Me and mum are flying to Houston to watch the broadway musical Wicked and have a spa day. And shop. Wooo(: I read Wicked since we were going to see the play...it was weird. But very good, I had to buy the second one. Which was also good.

Black nail polish makes me feel edgy. I want to go to Indiana. I usually spell embarrassment wrong. I'm lame at bowling. My brother is coming home in August(: Actually, he's probably the only one who reads my posts anyways. Love yuhhhh brahh(:

I saw Eclipse. Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson didn't seem as bored in this movie as they have in the other movies. I was surprised! Taylor Lautner had his shirt off for pretty much the entire movie...which is probably the reason for half of the ticket sales anyways. I could have gotten into the movie for free, the guy who was checking tickets looked at me and said, "Is that a band shirt?" I had my Muse tee on(: Anywayss, the guy told me that anyone who liked Muse enough to represent had a right to watch the movie. It would have been nice, had I not bought my ticket a week earlier.

Kbye!

oatmeal, stomach bugs, and carpets.

2010-03-25T12:00:00.002-05:00

Spring break has been good to me so far.
Saturday I spent sleeping til noon, lounging around the house, and reading. I was reading P.S I Love You, which I could not put down! Sunday was normal: church, eat, sleep, church, sleep. Monday I cleaned a little bit, and awaited one of my friends to come over and spend the night with me. We stayed up late talking about girly things and whatnot. Unfortunately, Monday evening dad came down with some weird stomach bug, and he hasn't really gotten over it yet. It's horrible, he can't eat and he can barely work. He went in for about four hours yesterday until he decided he had had enough. Anyways, Tuesday I went to Searcy with my friend and mom, and I got my prom dress! I'm uber excited, it's a deep purple color and shows off my legs...which I'm vain about. I went over to another friends house to spend the night when we got home. We watched the last episode of Secret Life (I'm embarrassed I watch that show, but it's addicting!) and made cream cheese chicken. Then we headed over to our church's gym to hang out, since a lot of other people were there. We stayed there til about 10:30, then cam home and watched P.S I Love You. (I insisted, I had just read the book, ya know?) The book was totally different than the movie, but both were pretty good. The next morning I was supposed to be home at 7:30..whoops! I rolled into the house at about 10. Lifeless, may I add, we had stayed up quite late. I spent the rest of the day cleaning carpets and avoiding my sickly father.
And here it is, Thursday, and I just woke up. It's 12:07, and mom just made a heaping pot of oatmeal. Which I think I'm going to go eat....now.

Eesh.

2010-03-22T20:18:00.002-05:00

October 4th...last post...
whoopsie!
....anywayssssss....
of course, my life is super interesting. Lots of cool things have happened since October.
1) We got a cutie lil' dog! Our beloved black shih-tzu, Mitzie, died earlier this year. Sad face :( It kind of put my family through some type of crazy depression, so for my mom's birthday, we bought a crazy imperial shih-tzu. It's the cutest thing, if fits in the palm of your hand! It took mom forever to name it, but it's name is Joy. Yayyy!
2) I've become obsessed with Shane Dawson and all of his crazy friends. Well, only a few of them. I spent countless hours watching Shane videos, and I'm going to marry him one day. Brittani Louise Taylor slowly grew on me too, as did the Fine Brothers. (And What the Buck, he's gay and cute, what else could you ask for?)
3) I'm slowly beginning to discover that all reality shows besides Dancing with the Stars are DUMB. America's Next Top Model never turns out the way I want it, the Baccalaureate is in love with all five of those girls (...?) and I never liked American Idol anyways. Oh, and Lost? How the heck are they going to finish that show? What the heck is going on? So many mysteries....so little airing time....
4) Spring Break = a couple of days of lounging around the house until my parents decide I need to work. Extra hours at the shop(extra money!), extra dog poop picking up time (Joy isn't so joyful then.), and carpet cleaning (extra money!)! It's a break from school though, even though I can't really complain about my school that much. Small towns suck in ways, (everybody knows EXACTLY what you're doing) but in a way, their good. I'm never bored at school, since everyone is friendly (sort of) and it's pretty much just a big place to good off.
5) Resolution to blog more. My dearest brother pointed out to me how little I do it over Christmas holidays, and I'm pretty much just now remembering it. Thanks, bro! Hope Massachusetts is lame!

What's YOUR obsession?

2009-10-04T14:37:00.004-05:00

OCD is a curse/blessing. Sometimes, it is beneficial to me. Sometimes, people just think I'm crazy.

There are three specific things I constantly obsess over. 1) even numbers, 2) things being the same, 3) germs.

1 is pretty self-explanatory. If the volume on the television is set at 27, I have to turn it to 28 or 26. If there are 43 messages in my phone's inbox, I have to delete one. Oh, intervals of 5 are alright. 5,10,15,20,25,30....... Comfort in numbers, eh?

2 is the one that gets me funny looks sometimes. When eating skittles, I have to have the same number of skittles on both sides of my mouth, and they all have to be the same color. If there's a red one and a green one at the bottom of the bag, they get trashed. When I'm walking, sometimes I step on a rock. Anything I can feel through my shoe applies. I have to step on something with the other foot. I can't think straight until the other foot gets the same amount of pressure applied to the bottom of it.

The one that gets me in the worst trouble is 3, though. Germs. I won't touch anything that everyone touches. Door handles, shopping carts, I even get nervous about picking up bottles at Wal-Mart because I don't know just who else has touched it. It's not so bad sometimes, because if I can push a door open, I can just sort of kick it and it comes open. It's a whole nother' story when I'm on the pull end. Sometimes I'll just stand there and wait for someone to come open it for me. When that doesn't work, I take a hairbow off my wrist, carefully wrap it around the door, pull it open enough for me to stick my foot in, retreive my hairbow, kick the door open, and voila! Unfortunately, onlookers think I've gone insane. Ah well, it happens. One of my worst pet peeves is public bathrooms not putting a garbage can by the door. I mean, seriously? I always take the napkin I used to dry my hands with (30 seconds, warm water, soap, scrub, scrub, scrub) to open the door. When there isn't a trash can by the door, I just throw my paper towel on the floor. If they don't show enough sense to put a trash can where people can't open the nasty door that other people have touched without actually touching it, their maintenance staff deserves to pick it up. How many people use the bathroom and then don't wash their hands? They waltz right on out, spreading their nasty, nasty germs to everything they touch. Ick! How often do you think door handles are sanitized? Shopping cart handles? Toilet flusher things? (Terminlogy...fail) How often do you wipe off the door handles in your own home? I go after ours about twice a week. Which is sooo not enough. However, I'm rambling. But it wouldn't be necessary if people were cleaner. I don't see how some people stand to not shower for days. I have to take one every morning, or I feel seriously gross and am in a bad mood all day. I'm always in a bad mood in the morning, though....not a morning person. That's another story, though. Otra historia, as my Spanish teacher would say. (Mm...Spanish teacher)

Well, someone just pulled in my driveway to take me somewhere (I'm not trying to be vague, this is seriously all I know about these plans) so I'm assuming I should go.

Wash your hands!

Lips like morphine...

2009-09-25T23:14:00.002-05:00

Kill Hannah lyrics have been stuck in my head all day. I don't mind; I like Kill Hannah. But people give me strange looks when I burst out into song "I wanna girl with lips like morphine!". =/

Imogean Heap, anyone? It took me forever to learn if she was a girl or a guy. Sometimes when she sings, it just sounds manly. I recently learned that she's just a beast and can sound like a man and everyone still loves her. Listen to Hide and Seek....and guess what? New choral arrangement in choir! We're doing some BA songs in choir this year. We just got done learning Don't Stop Believing...I had a solo! Anyways, I'm super excited about Hide and Seek. Heap's songs are basically all studio work, because she has some crazy harmonies mixed with deliciously weird melodies, and she does the whole thing with no music. There's some weird techno qualities added to her voice which kind of takes away from the song, but she still pulls it off. It's going to be super hard, but I'm excited.

ACK! I'm in drama club, right? Well, after reading the script for this year, I was real excited. This year's play is going to be cute and fun and amazing. Too bad half of the thing is made up of freshmen, and none of them know how to show up to practice except maybe two. And their loud! Our play is in two weeks, and we haven't even gone through the whole thing. Heck, we still have about four songs we have no dances to! It's frickin' crazy!

...Honestly? That's about all I have to say. Our town's funfest is next weekend, which is probably going to be incredibly lame. Their trying to turn it into a two day event, but all there really is to do it walk around the booths and hang out with people. Mother corrected me, though, to make up for the extra time, we're going to play BINGO! Woooooo!

Oh! I'm in homecoming! I got voted my class representative. I have this super amazing dress! It's white and strapless, and the bottom kind of ruffles down to the floor. There's little splashes of orange in it, but it's veryyyy cute. It's a 0, though, and I'm fat and can't fit into it. We're having it super altered, but I don't care. I love this dress =] But check out how lame our school is....for our homecoming game, we're going to divy up our school's basketball players and play ourselves. Wtf? We were going to have a pep rally, but we decided that would be stupid. "Go, school! Beat our school!" Instead, we're waiting for the first game against a team that's NOT us. Bleh.

But I get to be in homecoming, finally! =D

And that's about it. My life is terribly uneventful.

Fish and chocolate.

2009-09-06T23:15:00.006-05:00

I live in Arkansas, right..?

I'm entitled to some redneck hobbies. Such as fishing. Well, it's actually more of my parent's thing, but I've warmed up to it. So the other day, my dad says, "We're going to go to the river!" Well, yay! Of course, I thought we were going swimming, which we didn't. But anyways, we left about 4-ish. We tried bass fishing. It didn't work. So we put out some yo-yo's, and actually caught catfish! We were using some super smelly bait though that you just kind of cake onto the lure, so it kept coming off and we had to rebait every ten minutes or so. Anyways, after a while, we took up our yo-yo's and decided to call it a night.

That is, until dad saw a giant frog gleaming it's big, white belly on the bank with his flashlight. "Hey, Loren, reach up there and grab that frog!" Of course, I'm kind of stunned. WHAT?!? With my bare hands?! But, I can't disappoint daddy. So, I reached up there and grabbed that frog. I don't think words can really describe the sensation of grabbing a giant frog. It's squishy and not quite as slippery as one would think. But still extremely gross. I recall turning around and squealing, "Come get it, comegetitcomegetit!!" So, dad comes up and gets the stupid frog. Then turns around and bangs its head on the side of the boat. Hard. I'm goggling, WTF?!? Poor froggy! As to how we caught them, apparently light transfixes them. Dad had a huge light, and as he got closer to the bank and required both of his hands to control the boat, mother held a smaller light on the frog. It never moved until you touched it. Kind of spot-lighting with deer. Only...that's illegal. Of course, we took pictures. Mother couldn't have been prouder than if she had been holding me and Justin. We went to the river again the other night, but we didn't catch any frogs. Instead, we spent most of our time bass-fishing. Dad rigged us up these huge cane poles with lures on the end of them, and he kind of idled the boat down the bank of the river while we held out these huge poles. It was actually a lot of fun, the bass were biting and we caught a lot of them. Only two of them were big enough to keep, but it was still fun. The cane poles were heavy, though, and my arm is still sore.

But to the chocolate thing. While we were on the river, mom unwrapped three chocolate candy bars and handed them to each of us. UGH!! I used to be an extreme choc-o-holic. I loved it. For the last couple of months, I've managed to lay off. But something about that chocolate bar.....I'm obsessed again. I don't know what to do, I ate half a chocolate bar today hoping it would satiate the beast in my belly. It didn't work. I'm still craving it. But I have some self-respect, that's all I've eaten today. But boy, do I want some chocolate...

Tomorrow's Labor Day! No school for me. I do have to work for my dad tomorrow, but I'm getting paid. My dear grandpa refused to eat lunch with us today because he had to "rest up for labor day". I'm a little afraid of what he has planned, but hopefully it won't be too bad. He's so sweet, he gave me a little boxed cherry pie the other day. I don't think he realized it was supposed to be microwaved, but I'm a trooper and ate the dang thing cold. He was so pleased, and he's just so cute when he's pleased!

School started!

2009-09-03T21:49:00.003-05:00

And...so far, I'm actually enjoying it. I'm auditioning for All-Region choir! (fingers crossed for me, por favor?) Two of the songs are in Latin, and um, hello? Dead language? Why the heck am I singing in a dead language? I'm not very good at Biology. Nuff' said. One of my teachers is an older man who is, like, a super genius. And he's funny and quirky and he makes me giggle! My Spanish teacher, who insists we call him Profe, looks like a mountaineer/Jesus. Habia un chico. We hear that at LEAST 30 times a day. There was a boy. There was a boy. There was a boy. He's very...repetitive.

I also have a class called GT. Gifted and Talented. I've had the guy who teaches it since I was a wee little one. Guess what? Today in class, he says, "One of you're grades in this class is going to be to start a blog." So of course, I'm kind of excited. I mean, I already have a blog. So, easy points for me! So I perk up and say "...Hey! I have a blog! Woo!" So he asks me to check it on the school's computer. No problem! Only, it is. Our school's computer systems have this security thing. Apparantly teenagers like to get on the school's computers and look at naughty things, which gives the school a bad rep. Who would have thought it? So there's this super strict policy, and there's a ton of websites you can't get on. Check this out; blogger is one of them. Grrrreat. Well, he has Internet at home, he can just read mine at home.

Nope! I might be starting a new blog, just for that class. I'll write about all the rude, insidious things he does to me in class. Muahaha! Bad publicity! I hope he's reading this.

But alas, life goes on. I'll copy and paste. Or maybe I'll start a blog on the growth of my fingernails, or something else incredibly boring. (Hehe, evil!)

I read a brutal book this week. It was called Lucky by Alice Sebold. It's about this nineteen year old girl who gets viciously raped in a park while walking back to her dorm room. It has the whole trial, her emotions, and it's just insane. It was intense. After the first few pages, I went back and started checking to see if maybe it was a true story. And the only word that truly describes it is brutal. It's so painfully obvious this is something she went through herself after the first few chapters, because who else could so descriptively narrate the things going through her head? I certainly never could have thought them up out of thin air. Then again, I'm not a terribly good writer.

Anyways, I promise to be more faithful. I'm posting so infrequently. At least once a week, I promise!

How lame am I?

2009-08-16T23:01:00.003-05:00

I've been unfaithful. And I haven't even posted 10 times. I'm a horrible person. Bleh.

I got glasses! I'm so excited. I used to have contacts, but they just got so annoying sometimes! Swimming was a pain in my arse, because I couldn't get water in my eyes or the little buggers get lost in the pool. Plus I can't shower in them, since I'm not talented enough to shower and not lose them. So, say I take a shower at 8 p.m. Then my parents want to watch a movie, and I can't see the television. (good ole' 10/50 vision. I didn't even know that was possible.) So I have to put my contacts in for about three hours, and then take them out again. Annoying! Glasses: just slip them on and I'm good to go. Plus their cute! They have a thick rim, which seems to be in right now. Someone told me I looked like a teacher, and a genius old guy came up to me and told me I looked studious. So I look properly nerdy! Yay!

My brother, Justin, is screwed. He's 24 and lives in Massachusetts. He had knee surgery about a year ago to remove the seven or so bone shards that sheared off his knee cap and embedded themselves into his tissue when he was about six. Painful, eh? While the surgery helped, he's still screwed. He hobbles around and bought a cane at the drugstore 1) to help him walk and 2) because it looks cool. He's done well with his wife, she's a freakishly cute doctor. Or, about-to-be doctor. Either way, she's cute. Well the other day, he was in his kitchen and just kind of collapsed. Weird...So he gets doctor Kerry to take a look. She deems it's emergency room worthy, they go to emergency room, emergency room refers them to an orthopedist. Orthopedist is crazy expensive, Justin and Kerry apply at-home remedies without his doctorate-degree help. Turns out he ruptured some sort of a Baker's cyst, which I have no idea is, but it's painful and he's going to be screwed on BOTH knees for about four weeks. Bad luck, huh? At least he has a sister like me.

I just got back from a trip to Branson! I have super patient parents. They brought along two of my best friends, and between the three of us, we made a lot of noise and spent a lot of money. (We shopped with our own money, but they bought the hotel, cruise tickets, gas money, etc. I love them =]) We stayed at Branson's Best hotel, and shopped the whole time at Branson Landing. (Just me and my parents had been there the year before, we deemed it the only shopping area worthy of our presence) We wasted a lot of time in Hot Topic and Aeropostale, as teenagers do. We ate supper at Joe's Crab Shack upon our request, even though we knew it was expensive. Ah well. We'll probably get some kind of stimulus check from Obama. Anyways, we spend most of Saturday shopping. That night we went out on the Branson Bell boat thingy. I was wary, I honestly didn't think three teenage girls would have fun on a cruise eating fancy food and watching a ventriloquist. However it was a lot of fun, and we took a lot of stupid pictures. The food was yummy, we had good seats, and there was a singing and dancing group that made me really happy =] Sunday we went home, and stopped at Wing Shack on our way home. Mm, I love Wing Shack =] We talked about the KKK with our waiter. It was fun =] We played pirate mini-golf. Arrrr.

And thus concludes the Branson trip.

However, if I may say, if you work at Branson's Best, keep cream cheese stocked! My bagel never got to see cream cheese =[

Here comes a bunch of random pictures.

Yay!

The end.

Soar!

2009-07-04T15:27:00.004-05:00

I had such a fantastic time at Soar!

We left at 1:30 a.m Tuesday morning. I really was planning on sleeping the whole way there, but we were a smidgen crowded and the seats were vinyl. The air conditioner was broken where I was sitting, so it was extremely hot. By the time we finally got to the hotel, I was in need of a good shower. But we had came early to do the Soar project, and this year that happened to be Mission Arlington. We got in the pep talk thing late (10:15, 15 minutes late). It was awkward, everyone looked at us as we walked in. The woman (man?) was

to us what our schedule for the day was. Each church was assigned an apartment complex. We went, cleaned up lots of trash, and then went and ate lunch at Subway. After that we came back and started knocking on people's doors telling them that "Mission Arlington is going to be here with the Rainbow Express!" Half of the tenants didn't speak English, but they knew Mission Arlington and Rainbow Express. We were to put on a sort of Bible School for a couple of hours. We sang songs, played games, had a lesson, and then just goofed off. There were about three kids that showed up though, which was kind of a bummer. But those kids had a good time, so it was worth it. So at about 2:00 we left and drove another hour (or two) to the hotel. The hotel was amazing! The Gaylord Texan. When we walked in, it's like a friggin' forest! There are bridges and rivers and fountains and things.... It was also the most confusing hotel I've ever been in. I got lost so many times, it wasn't even funny. The elevators were scary, because they went super fast. I got over that, though, after the first day and I had ridden it fifteen times. We did a lot of elevator riding =] Me and some friends all got our swimsuits on and went swimming. The pool was colossal, what with there being waterfalls and fountains and things in it. There was a hot tub, too! But that was enough excitement, after that we went out to eat and all met back in a room to hang out.

The second day was more...organized. 11-2 was registration, so we were basically just hanging out for that. 2:30 was our first session. The speakers were so in your face, and had almost everyone bawling by the end. The music was fun. We ate supper and had another session. Then was the Soar Village. There was laser tag, wii games, giant blow-up toy things, and all kinds of stuff. There was also a comedian there for the night.

The third day we had a session at 9. Building 429 had a concert, and it was pumped with energy and was

fun. Then we went to Six Flags for a about five hours. There was another session that night, but we was a little late since everyone needed to shower since we were so gross. Later there was a Hawk Nelson concert, which was super exciting! There was one person between me and the stage! We were jumping around and having all kinds of fun. I left after about four songs though, because I'm not a big fan of their new stuff, which is what they were playing. Seriously though, listen to Hawk Nelson. Their fun =] I got a drumstick.

Friday was the last day. We had our last session, and everyone was super sad because we were about to leave. All our stuff was already packed, so after the session was over we just jumped in the vans and left.

All in all, this trip was one of the best things that has happened to our youth group. Before we went, half of the people didn't like each other, and we weren't functioning as one being. But the speakers basically stomped on your toes, and had everyone exposed and vulnerable. After the sessions everyone in our group would meet and talk. Usually, the adults can't get us to say a word, but instead all the students were talking and encouraging each other. We really grew on this trip.

....There was a monkey! I actually got to hold it =]

I got to meet all kinds of new people. Everyone was super nice to each other, even if you were total strangers. We would all "whoop and holler" at each other like we were best friends.

We rode roller coasters at Six Flags! At one point, me and two other people drank four cups of lemonade between us after having nothing to eat for four hours. We thought we were going to vomit. So of course, that's when we decided to start riding hardcore rides =]

I got a drum-stick!

I had fun.

If you haven't ever gone, get your dang youth group together and start raising money to go.

My train of thought is scattered.

2009-06-29T15:44:00.007-05:00

First off, I'm leaving for Soar tonight (tomorrow morning?) at 1:30 a.m. I'm uber excited!

Secondly, what is up with this friggin' catcus?

Here's a story. When my grandmother died, me and my dad merrily skipped off to Texas to attend the funeral. My poor mother was already there, and had been for a couple of weeks trying to make Grandma comfortable. She has four siblings, two sisters and two brothers. Well after Grandma died, the family was a little sad. Mother's youngest brother, being the good-hearted, kindly man that he is, decided to prance to the Walgreens across the street and buy a bunch of grafted cacti that were on sale to try and cheer everyone up. (Cacti? A comfort plant? Ah well. The intentions were well enough.) They were neat. Mother herself received three of these strange cacti, and she was quite thrilled with them. Well, we've had them for about four months now, and they're turning out to be quite entertaining. One of them hasn't grown, and it's not fun. It hasn't changed a bit. The other one is growing, but is generally the same. However, look at the cactus in the picture. How screwed up is that? The green stalk and white cactus thing were grafted together, and that's how the uncle bought it. But wtf, it's growing a leaf thing! It looks like a leafy weed with needles. It's hard to tell in the picture, but yes, it has needle things on it. And they hurt.

Alas, here's another odd commodity. We call it "Fluff." My mother (her again!) has been experimenting with different kitchen items, and discovered a pudding -y slop type thing. My adjectives are bad, but it's super delicious. She took a vanilla instant pudding mix and blended whipped cream in with it. She beat it until it was mixed together pretty well, and then added random flavors to it. Sometimes she adds lemon juice, sometimes vanilla extract. But I'm pretty sure there are other things you could add to make it much more yummy...

It needs refrigerated! Make it though, it's fantastic. Sometime I'm going to freeze it and put it on a graham cracker or something, I'm sure it's be good. Actually we froze this batch right after we blended it, and then thawed it in the refrigerator. It made a difference, for some reason though...

Oh bother, I haven't packed at all yet. I keep finding things to do to procrastinate, such as posting a blog.

I suppose I should go though, seeing as how I'm leaving in 9 hours. Ack! I'm excited =]]

Aw =[

2009-06-26T00:50:00.003-05:00

Two posts in one day? Am I insane? Ah well. This is important.

As most know, Michael Jackson died from cardiac arrest today. Yeah, he was a freak, but everybody knew that he was pretty darn cool back in the day. "Thriller" was a huge hit, and almost everyone knows the general arm movement (monster claws, left left right left!) to it. I myself am one among many who know the entire dance. And "Beat It"? What a fantastic song. He wasn't bad looking, either.

Of course, now that he's dead, people everywhere are talking about how screwed up his childhood was, he only did the things he did because of some left behind insecurities, blahblahblah.

Bottom line is, he was a freak.

A colossal freak.

And it makes me a little sick that people are making excuses for the horrible things he did when they would have done no such thing two days ago when he was alive. But it's unfair to pass over his "normal" years. Even when he was young though, he was not normal. He was brilliant. His music was so out there, but it was nothing short of genius. Heck, after he went all strange on us, didn't people start listening to his old music more? You hear the phrase "I love the old Michael Jackson" all the time from people who didn't listen to his music before.

Strategy?

I think not. But in 100 years, people might not remember the weird things about him. His music, at the risk of sounding cliched, will live on.

Summer...good stuff vs. bad stuff.

2009-06-26T00:05:00.004-05:00

It's so hot outside! Summer is grand and all, but I could do without the heat. It was almost 100 degrees today, for crying out loud! Makes me wish I had a pool, or lived by the beach. I had a softball practice today around 6-ish, and it was sweltering! There's a game Saturday at 12, which is going to be horrendous. And mosquitoes! I have so many mosquito bites... The absolute worst thing about summer though is probably the feet. Everyone runs around in them, and it's so gross! Your feet get all sweaty, and eventually you take your flip-flops off since they so conveniently slip on and off. Then you run around and get all sorts of nasty things on your feet! Don't people get diseases from not wearing shoes...? If we could all run around bare-footed all the time, what the heck is Tom's Shoes doing? (Tom's shoes are super-awesome, by the way, go buy some =D) Of course, everyone's response to this is "But their so comfortable!" Well, there's just nothing like slipping your feet into a nice pair of socks, is there? With it being so hot outside, fans are going almost constantly, and they make your feet cold. But not if you're wearing socks. =] My loafers are the most comfortable shoes I've ever owned, and I tend to wear them more than flip-flops. I do wear flip-flops occasionally, but that's only to keep the rents' happy. Mother thinks I'm a weirdo for not liking flip-flops, therefore she made me buy some, so I have to wear them, say, once every two weeks.

But this is a tad negative. Good things....

Swimming! I "heart" swimming. It's just so much fun to buy a new bikini and then jump into a freezing cold pool..especially when it's Africa hot outside! Laying out is good, too. Well not technically, what with the skin cancer and all, but I've resigned myself to that fact. Laying out in the sun is just so much more relaxing than a tanning bed. (naked people laying in the same bed oiled down with chemicals? Ick!) Put on the aforementioned bikini, take a fan, a good book and just sit outside. I only do it about once every two weeks to minimize skin cancer risks, but it's still fun. Ice cream! It's going to be the death of me. But who wants ice cream when it's cold outside? It's just so yummy and super fantastic.... There's always things to do with friends in the summer. Since school's out, everyone has time to do things! Go to the movies, go swimming, skating, or just randomly hanging out doing dumb things. It's greattt! Oh, I can't forget sleeping in. I'm so screwed when school starts back, because I'm used to going to bed late and waking up around 11 a.m or so.

On another note, I mixed a pina colada and strawberry smoothie together today. It was delicious =]

Teh first blog.

2009-06-25T00:25:00.001-05:00

Ugh. Introductions and such are so awkward. So I'm going to skip them and just dive on in =]

S.O.A.R, anyone? I'm uber excited. Soar (sold out and radical) is a huge youth conference for teenagers. This year it's in Grapevine, TX, but that's a tad odd, isn't it? So we just refer to it as Arlington, since everyone knows where that is, and it's fairly close. Basically, we're getting a friggin' huge hotel [like, 60 stories baby!] that overlooks the lake. We have different sessions, each lasting two-three hours, where phenomenal speakers...well, speak inspirational messages. How lame does that sound? Well, it's not. It's all geared toward teenagers, and there's lots of laughing, jumping around, making noise, and general mayhem-ish fun. In-between these sessions, you and your youth group pretty much have free run of the town. And that's never boring, because what with about six-hundred kids there, you need a big city with lots of stuff to contain em'. Since our hotel is on the lake this year, we're already planning a lunch eating on blankets, swimming, and lounging. Of course, there are serious moments, but for some reason, no one minds. Everyone gets super into the messages, and it's just an awesome experience. Everyone goes home totally pumped for God and stuff. It's gonna be intense =]

I'm packing lots of green tea and pop-tarts.