The sad story of a girl who has been home alone for 4 and a half hours and does not know what to do.

Hello, I am writing to you from my giant, comfy, black butterfly chair in my bedroom. My history textbook is lying open on the floor, beckoning to me to read it. My agenda is lying on the box next to me, with a list of things that should have been finished hours ago. Why isn't it finished? I will explain my day. Generally, I wake up at 5 a.m., and head off to early morning seminary. Afterwards, I go to high school for approximately 2 hours, and then drive home for a small break. Sometimes that "small" break tends to be long. Actually, that is pretty much always the case. However. As soon as that break comes to an end, I do hours of homework, mostly for my microbiology, disease in modern society class (that has about 3 weeks left!). Today was a different story. I woke up at 5, as usual. Before going about my morning routine, I checked the school district website and found out that, due to snow, we had a two hour late start. So I slept for 2 more hours, then got up with by darling baby niece. I drove to school at 9:30, went to two, shortened, classes, and drove home around 11. My niece was in need of some attention (not entirely, since there were plenty of people at home who adore her), so of course I gave it to her. Until about 4 o'clock. The rest of my family had left at 3:30- my parents needed a ride to the airport (have fun in Hawaii parents!), so my brother took them, and dropped Sydni off at a friend's house. Havanna left with her Nana at 4, at which time I took great interest in my television screen. Muppets from Space was on, and I was greatly intrigued. Dear brother went to a basketball game, so I made dinner for one (white cheddar pasta, thank you very much) and watched my film, along with iCarly (iSell penny tees) and plenty of episodes of Degrassi (The boiling point!!!!). At 7, I decided I should probably take to the tasks which I had greatly neglected, but as I walked into my room, my big chair and open laptop were far more interesting than was my neglected textbook(s)....Curse you modern technology.

The terror of nightmares that are so realistic they might in fact be real

Last night while I was asleep I had this dream, nay this nightmare, that I was with child. Yes I had a dream I was pregnant. While sitting in my History of Communications class I went into labor which even in dreams was the most painful things I've ever experienced. So we went to the hospital where I continued to be in labor for a solid 12 hours; when they discovered my baby (the sex of this child was unknown) was stuck I just left the hospital and went back to my History of Communications class where I finished the test I had left the day before. This dream was so realistic that when I woke up this morning I had to immediately feel my belly to make sure it was only a dream. According to my friends at California Psychics: To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. Being pregnant in your dream may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal. Alternatively, if you are trying to get pregnant, then the dream may be a wish fulfillment. If you are not trying to get pregnant, but dream that you are, then it symbolizes fear of new responsibilities. There you have it friends. I am about to embark in a new goal/project/direction/idea and am just not ready to talk about it yet!

Our ever-lovely friends who embarrass us because we are clearly not as cool.

So I went to a place called Sky High yesterday. Basically it is the bounciest place you can imagine. Literally. I went with a couple friends, one of whom is about as athletic as I am. (OK, that was a lie. We should all know by now that athletics is pretty much at the bottom of my talents list. For this friend, it's about number 4.) The other friend, however, pretty much has it all. Athletics for her... is like higher than number 1 on her talents list. She's crazy. And good. So anyway, us three girls were the oldest people in this place (because I think it was everyone-under-8-years-old day.except for Kenna Melissa and me) and the staff had no one else to talk to unless they wanted to dial down their vocabulary a couple notches. As you might have guessed, these staff members (men) were in awe at Kenna's mad skill, because she was doing back flips off of the walls. Yes, the walls. Keep in mind, the entire room is a trampoline, even the walls. Normal people run up the walls, or jump sideways (and then fall into a miserable heap on the floor trampoline, because nothing good happens when you try to jump off the wall- even when it's a trampoline. I learned.), but Kenna was definitely doing back flips off the wall. And these staff boys were amazed. So... Kenna didn't like being the center of attention, so she tried to put me in the spotlight. I like spotlight, but not when I know for a fact that I will make a fool of myself. The boys expected me to be awesome, because I'm friends with Kenna. Well, we all know I'm awesome, just not at being flippy and cool on a trampoline. I failed. Miserably. I tried to do a back flip (I was under pressure!), but not off the wall, just on the floor tramp. As the guy said, "that was more of a head flip, try to actually jump first next time." I don't think my head left the trampoline the entire time. Needless to say, Melissa and I played dodge ball and threw foam balls at annoying children, while Kenna continued to unintentionally awe every boy in the room. Even the five year olds. I love Kenna dearly. :)

Happy Valentine's Day!

Jules Renard once said, "Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties."
I find this to be true on Valentine's day. The first thing I saw as I walked into the school was a woman wearing a massive wreath of ugly teddy bears around her neck, and a big line of boys that forgot to buy something sentimental for their love-dove, so are settling for an off-white, squished teddy bear that holds a heart saying "thinking of you." "Thinking of you?" Obviously that's a lie, otherwise they would have thought of something better to get their high school sweetheart. Anyway... none of this ties into my quote very well. Failed thesis.

Back to Valentine's day. So at school we did this tacky dress up day, where those who are "taken" wear red, those who are "confused" wear yellow, and those who are "single" wear green. It's supposed to be like a traffic light, if you didn't figure that out. So if you are desperate on Valentine's day, go searching for a person wearing green. Or if you are REALLY desperate, go for the yellow. Confused people need love too...? Then you can fall into a daze that is probably confused with love, and buy some tacky balloons, flowers, and cheap chocolates, and give them as items of affection to "the one." Or you could always go for the 25 cent conversation heart boxes, and stick it in the arms of a giant white and red teddy bear. That is always a hit among the infatuated.

So I just hard-core dissed this holiday, and in the process dissed myself. Anyone want to guess what I got my boyfriend for Valentine's day? Some big balloons, a card, and a decorated jar full of chocolates. So yes, I am among the tacky. And my brother just brought my mom a bouquet of flowers (which is rather cute, since it is his mother.) But whether we like to admit it or not, we are all sappy and tacky when we feel like loving. :) Happy Valentine's Day!

A shout out to my creative sister, who made her gift unique and adorable! A heart shaped pizza for the man in her life! (Which is not the dog named Copper, as she might claim. But is really a boy.)

HAHAHA

I'm in the process of deleting my Twitter account and came across all these hysterically funny things that have been said by yours truly. I had to put them somewhere before they are lost forever.

Anyone who belongs to the website "My Life is Twilight" makes me want to light myself on fire. They should all by eaten by tigers.

There's frosting dried onto the blinker in my car. Its disgusting but yet again I feel that says something about me and my eating habits.

Why is Kristen Stewart famous? She's all kinds of suck. What's she even famous for anyways? Having sex with mythical creatures? I'm sure a lot of people do that. I wonder if she knows vampires aren't real. Someone ask her.

I just found cookie crumbs in my bed...I feel this says something about me.

I think I have been abducted by aliens. They've implanted microscopic video cameras into my foot.

I just bought a cap gun so I'm running around like cops and robbers. I'll get that escaped convict!

It's all fun and games until Taylor Swift starts dating your celebrity boyfriend.

I just found a human tooth on the kitchen counter. I'm sure there is a logical explaination for this.

I hate sleeping with my door open. It makes it so much easier for someone to sneak in and slash me in the night.

I always knew I had superhuman powers! I have the power to stain a brand new shirt in under 1 minute.

When I move out I will watch movies on Friday nights. Anyone who tells me otherwise will be punched in the face.

I had salsa in my pants.

Our bathroom smells like someone caught a salmon and put it under our cupboard. Also the salmon has probably been there for awhile.

I just asked for something called 24 hour energy. I realized that those substances are what got Lindsay Lohan tossed in jail.

Sad that my to do list includes being a normal human. Sadder still is that it's probably the only thing that won't be achieved today.

It smells like mold and chicken enchiladas down here.

I have the smell of rich people all over me. I can't get it off.

Also, why do mexicans feel compelled to push their 6 year olds in strollers made for babies.

I love her but sometimes I feel visually assaulted by Lady Gagas wardrobe.

They keep playing Hannah Montana for these kids. I'm sure even sick kids have ear drums.

Thought for the day.

Holy Slackers

So, Bee has been home visiting from California for a week. As you might have guessed, there have been a conglomeration of funny happenings, yet for some reason we have failed to post them. For starters, I will direct you to the basis of our amusement (or mine at least).

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtN1YnoL46Q

www.youtube.com/watch?v=stPsk1HsSj0

www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLAaI95cIN4&feature=fvw



Mother, I assume you will read this because you are a dedicated follower. To prevent yourself from insanity, do not open these links. I warned you, so now hopefully I will stay alive.