Because I'm Just So Lame....

LAST PERSON WHO
x. Saw you cry: The entire Bellingham Public Library
x. Made you cry: John. >:(
x. You shared a drink with: Nate. Lol. We were at Wendy's and he was trying to pose 'sexy', so he was trying to pucker his lips all hot-like and make sloooow sucking noises... lol
x. You ate with: My grandparents.
x. You went to the movies with: Sandeep.
x. You went to the mall with: John and Nate.
x. Yelled at you: California guy.
x. You yelled at: California guy.
x. Sent you an email: Um, on which account? :P
x. Called you: Mike.
x. Said they loved you: My grandparents :)

HAVE YOU EVER
x. Liked someone who didn't like you: Maybe, probably, yeah.
x. Said “I Love You” and meant it: Yes
x. Been in love: Yes
x. Cried over what someone of the opposite sex did: Oh yes.
x. Gotten in a fight with your pet: Yes. I won. HA
x. Been to California: Yes. It rained :(
x. Been to New York: Nay.
x. Been to Hawaii: Not really
x. Been to Mexico: Yes
x. Been to China: Nay
x. Been to Canada: O course.
x. Danced naked: It was grand. I'm so sexy
x. Gone skinny dipping: No. Heeeeey... That should be on the next date day itinerary :P
x. Dreamed something really crazy and then it happened the next day: Yes. Sort of. Not really. I lied. Dreams are weird.
x. Given anyone a bath: Hohoho... ;)
x. Smoked: Not really
x. Bungee jumped: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no
x. Made yourself throw up: Sorta by accident. I kept dryheaving, and then, voila! Crazy
x. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble: No, I only cry when I'm geniunely upset. Which is usually when Im getting in trouble. Weird how that happens
x. Cried when someone died: I don't think so...
x. Cried because someone said something to you: All the time.
x. Fallen for your best friend: Yeah.
x. Seduced someone: Heehee. I try all the time. Sometimes I win, sometimes I don't. Hurray for Wet Seal sexy lingerie to help me out!
x. Done something you regret: Oh, probably :P
x. Sat on the computer all night waiting for that someone special to IM you: Aye
x. Wished you were a member of the opposite sex: When I was like... seven.
x. Wished you were younger: God no.

IN THE LAST WEEK, HAVE YOU
x. Cried: Oh yes.
x. Bought something: Oh yes. Sexy lingerie ftw!!
x. Gotten sick: I felt like walking death for a while there.
x. Sang: Teehee.
x. Wanted to tell someone you loved them: Yeah... and I couldn't... D':
x. Met someone new: er... YES!
x. Missed someone: Yeah
x. Hugged someone: Yes
x. Kissed someone: Yes.

FAVORITES
x. Foods: Asian food, chocolate, etc.
x. Girls name: I like Hazel Isabella, Phoebe Elizabeth, Charlotte Grace, and I'm tossing Violet Eden around. What thinks ye?
x. Boys name: Aiden Charles. (Haven't given boys' as much thought as girls :P)
x. Subjects in school: Any sorta humanities classes :)
x. Animals: kitties, turtles- little owlies are cute, but a bit too carnivorous for me D:
x. Room in house: The living room, gotta love this couch.
x. Music: Anything with a unique lilt to the melody.
x. Band: Relient K :D
x. Color: Purple, pink, blue. I like silver a lot.
x. Month: July. I like birthdays :)
x. Stone: Sapphires. They pwetty.

ARE YOU
x. Understanding: I try to be
x. Open-minded: As much as I can
x. Insecure: Hahahahaha.. just a bit.
x. Random: Let's have a sexy party!! *doo. doo. doodoodoodoodoo.*
x. Hungry: My insatiable appetite will take over the world.
x. Smart: I retain information way to easily sometimes. Sometimes I retain it so well, it never comes out...
x. Organized: Naw. I know where everything is though, honest :)
x. Healthy: Not really. Sometimes.
x. Shy: Yeah, with people I don't know well.
x. Difficult: Haha, yeah.
x. Bored easily: I sorta developed this ADD complex last year...
x. Obsessed: Occasionally
x. Angry: My anger usually lasts no longer than about two minutes.
x. Sad: More than I should be.
x. Happy: Less than I should be.
x. Hyper: I'se twitterpated!
x. Trusting: Too much so.

WHO DO YOU WANNA
x. Kill: I dun like death
x. Punch: My little sis. (Only sometimes :P)
x. Kiss: Mah bf
x. Hug: Mah bf
x. Get down and dirty with: Mah bf
x. Get really wasted with: Mike and Zach :P

RANDOM STUFF
x. Shampoo you use: Pantene ProV
x. Listening to right now: Disturbia, Rihanna.
x. Last person who called you: Didn't I just answer this questions? It's still Mike :P
x. Buddies online now: Uh, only somebody I blocked a long time ago :P
x. Do you do drugs: My body produces its own drugs. Who needs synthetic hyper when I can just live and breathe and create my own?
x. Do you drink: Water is of the devil
x. What are you most scared of: Death by fire
x. Where do you want to get married: On a beach
x. Who do you really hate: Beaters of wife and children.
x. Do you drive: Nay
x. Do you have a job: Yep
x. Do you like being around people: Sometimes. They wear me out though- if I'm with more people that I don't know, than people that I know, I'm ready to leave after about two hours.
x. Do you have a crush on someone: Yeah
x. What book are you reading now: Something about Mordred... The writing sucks. But it's kinda interesting
x. Worst feeling in the world: Unloved.
x. Future children's name: Hazel Isabella.
x. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: Ha. Yeah. Charlotte, and the Gender Neutral Monkey ftw!!
x. What’s under your bed: Nothing but metal bars.
x. Favorite sport to watch: Hmmmmmmmmm... synchronized ping pong
x. Siblings: Younger sis. Younger bro. Younger bro. Younger sis.
x. Location: The beautiful Pacific Northwest
x. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Aye.
x. Are you lonely right now: A bit.
x. Song that gets stuck in your head a lot: The Muppet Show theme song
x. Do you want to get married: Yeah. A bit. :P
x. Do you want kids: Yes :) I'll adopt the whole world.

Shamlessly Stolen From Another's Blog :P

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible (pieces of it)
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare (read quite a bit…)
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Sslinger
19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger (AWESOME book)
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas (I read most of it….)
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince (Le Petit Prince) - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo


woot woot!

A Modest Proposal

Currently I am sitting in English. After studying Jonathan Swift's "A Modest Proposal" and reading how his proposal to finishing the Irish potato famine by eating the year old infants, my teacher felt so inspired to have us do the same thing; except using current issues, instead of the potato famine.
After a few moments of thought, our group decided illegal immigration was a problem. Here was our solution:
We would first take the wall that is currently being built along the Mexican border, and then build a second wall about one hundred feet in front of it, (on the American side, of course). The second wall will be manned with our top snipers; poised and ready. Every time an 'illegal' (as they shall be dubbed) pops his head over the first wall, BAM!! Shot down. Now, inside this looooong strip will be pigs. And the pigs shall feed off the dead illegals, and grow fat. To boost our economy, we shall sell these fat and corpulent pigs to the Mexican government, labeling them as "organic! and homegrown!" Win-win!!

WOOHOOO!!!!

ANNIVERSARY!

So tonight was our anniversary. One year. We are such children. But it does feel fun to play grown up :)
we celebrated by going out to the fanciest non-suit and tie restaurant our small town offers. and since my Boy is a cheapskate, we went for the 4-6 early evening special, (a bargain at a mere $18.95!!) actually, in all seriousness, it was an excellent meal, and i NEVER eat somewhere that nice, so it was a great treat. i very much enjoyed the food, and the atmosphere, and of course, my Boy. apparently, we're both somewhat soft spoken creatures. this wasn't obvious at the beginning of the meal; we both could converse across the wide, wide table fairly easily. but by the end, when it was nearing seven, we could barely hear ourselves think. of course, since i do so little of that, i ignored the fact that i was having difficulty hearing my thoughts, and just started talking, and talking, and talking, and he was amusedly smiling at me from the other side, smiling and nodding for all he was worth. five minutes into it, i realized he couldn't hear a word i was saying, especially since i had just thrown in the phrase, "freaky vegetarians barbeque delicious little hamsters in amsterdam," and got no adverse and at least surprised reply. on the other hand, he could hear when i mouthed, "you're cute." so maybe. never know with him.
when we had eaten and all that jazz, we headed off to the movies. i had seen that 10000 BC was playing at some remote movie theater off in the hills by the university so we decided to go see that. we got in the car, happy and full after our meal, cooing at each other and compliments flowing abundant. five minutes later, we were snapping, "NO! you don't go down state to get to fairhaven! you have to go up around the campus." "no, no, no, no, no my darling girlfriend, state is the only way to get to it. trust me." foolishly, i did. "turn here," i said, after we had gone his way for long enough. "No," was his curt reply. then, for some reason, he got onto the interstate. going towards absolutely nowhere. i reminded him of this as we got on the on-ramp, and told him we wouldn't be able to get off for another ten miles. He didn't believe me for a while. But soon he saw i was right. and boy, did i remind him of that fact. the ride got even better when he discovered the use of a lavatory would be an amazing thing. being the supportive, kind thing i am, i started singing in my loud off-key, but still delightfully charming voice, "Triiiiiiiiickling waaaaateeerrrrrr... Ruuuuuuunniiiiiiing water... Gushing, cascading WATERFAAAAAAAAAALS make me so thiiiiiiiirsty for some waaaaaaterrr!!!!" yeah, he didn't like that song so much. he managed to successfully strangle me AND drive on the freeway at the same time. i think i might have been more impressed if i could have breathed for that stretch of the road. eventually, we found the movie theater. but not after touring the backwoods hick towns of our fair city. mumbling to himself, "i have to pee, i have to pee, i have to peeeeeee", he climbed out of the car, and i followed. he's got the money, after all. can't rush ahead of mr. moneybags. i've discovered it hurts your chances of getting into those moneybags :)
we got into the movie, just in time to catch the last two previews, and then.... the feature presentation. i spent most of my time buried in his shoulder, apparently i'm not a big fan of knifings and scary things like that. it was a good movie though, a bit lacking in plot development, but cool graphics and all that.
on our way home, we had just enough time to get there before my ten o clock curfew. we have it worked down to a science, leaving exactly enough time to get home. well, apparently the yellow light he took a right on looked red to the cop behind us. so there we are, just happily driving onto the on ramp, and then we hear, "WHOOP WHOOP!" "CRAP!" we both said in unison, and we pulled over. After letting us sit in the car for a while, trying to figure out what we did wrong, (he's never been pulled over before, how's that for the stereotypical twenty year old male?) and i guessed right, much good that did us. the officer swaggered over to the car, and said, "hey, did you know, youre supposed to stop at red lights, son." HA, i thought silently. I was RIGHT. humbly, my not so humble Boy said, "Uh, yes sir, yes sir, I know. I didn't realize it was red...." here he was cut off. "Even if you're taking a right you need to stop all the way at red lights. Registration, license, proof of insurance?" i scrambled to find them all in the glove compartment, and handed them to the Boy who in turn handed them to the officer. he flipped through them all, taking his sweet time about it. now it was ten. when i was supposed to be home. I reached for my phone to call my mom. crap. it wasn't in my pocket. frantically i started digging for it. coat pockets, pants pockets, backpack, floor, dashboard, seat... nowhere to be found. and shoot. i had left it on silent for work. no way to call it when i got home to find it. oh well. mom would just have to wait an extra fifteen minutes.
yeah, right. the officer finally let us go, after a lengthy go around, (but no ticket, yay!!) and we pulled in my driveway fifteen minutes late. i dug around a bit more, but eventually he found it, under the seat somehow. weird. and yeah, mom had definitely called four minutes ago, and seven minutes ago, and ten minutes ago. oops. and now since im still a bit upset about the whole deal, im not going to go into the gory details of the conversation that ensued. the problem lays in the fact that i told all the truth, it was definitely not my fault that my phone fell out of my pocket, and it was definitely not my fault that we were pulled over. buuuuut, i got yelled at anyways. ah well. i can understand if they were worried or something. sadly, its not that they're worried at all. they merely dont trust me is all... oh well. life'll go on, right? :)
tonight was really really fun. i love him. here's to another year.

Heat

My nose is burned. My neck is burned. My toes are burned. From what, you may ask? Ah, my dear readers, from the brilliant Californian sun, of course!! Because yes, that is where I am right now, hiding in my hotel room, alone with a crappy internet connection as the rest of my family is partying it up in Disneyland. Why am I here, you may ask. Ask away, I shan't tell. Heehee. Let us sum it up to sickness, a desire to be alone, and realizing that one can be in a bad mood when they wake up at 3:30, and that it's ok to just put yourself in time out when that happens. Ok, so I told.
Ah, glorious music! How I have missed you so. My parents don't like you so much, so I have to keep you hidden, but now you are here, gloriously free and unhindered. Britney, sing your heart out. Flo Rida, you just go low, low, low. Chamillionaire, you can get caught ridin' dirty, and you know what? I'll never tell.
So lately, I've been playing a game called King's Quest. Sadly, I'm cheap, so I just downloaded it illegally off of the internet, so it's a crappy remake of whatever the original game is, and whenever I'm stuck, (which is often), and I look for hints or walkthroughs, my game sounds oh so very different from what they describe in their oh so lovely and carefully crafted pages of cheat.
But enough about that. Disneyland really is a sight to behold. The picture of consumerism. The pinnacle of capitalism. The very essence of America. Those black Mickey Mouse ears bobbing around Anaheim are so utterly American... The fact that paying $40 for a couple burgers and a couple fries is so normal almost sickens me, but because I was raised as an obedient capitalistic child who wholeheartedly approves of the consumeristic way of life, it's ok.
And now, I'm off to play King's Quest 1. Because it's awesome.

Busses

I really do love the bus. I have not yet grown weary of the inefficient way it sucks up my time, or the way it inevitably comes early when I'm late, or comes late when I got there twenty minutes early. And only because of this simple reason: the people. They're all so incredibly different, but then, very alike. And yes, I know that's the most cliché, trite, and overused observation of all time, but really, it's true. Take, for example, the little old lady that stands alone, except for now the new addition of me at the deserted bus stop, every day. She has waited there in the rain, cold, wind and snow probably every week day for the past twenty years. Working at the hospital, in the laundry department, as I learned, I can see why she is riding the bus still, even at her age. A few brain cells are definitely missing, but goodness, she is very thoughtful. We were discussing the flaws in our judicial system today, and she noted how odd it was that when somebody commits murder, half the time they're not convicted at all, and when thye are, they usually only serve a few years. They are then released, and put back into society. But when somebody kills a bald eagle, a twenty five thousand dollar fine is slapped on, and they're stuck behind bars for a good portion of their life. As Rosa put it: "A person's worth more than a bird. Bird ain't worth nothing, it's just an animal. A person now, it's worth a lot. These here laws will have us getting in jail for hitting a possum now." I had to agree with her; our judicial system sure is lacking a good amount of common sense. But then the bus comes, and our conversation is over. I hop onto the next bus, still far from my ultimate destination. As it jolts back and forth, wheezing in front (I'm still not sure exactly what it is that wheezes, but there's something up there, let me assure you), my head bounces again the window, as I attempt a fitful sleep. A stop comes into view, and I see what looks like a couple kissing. At least, I see two heads, and they're kissing. Intrigued, now, of course I stare gawkily at them until they get on the bus. It turned out to be a mother and a baby. Of course, this wasn't as exciting as two young lovers making out on the bus, (THAT'S always funny... jk!!) but watching these two interact was unlike most other mother/baby relationships I've seen. That baby was so comfortable with his mom, it made my heart bleed with jealousy. As far as babies go, he wasn't really that cute. His face was a pasty pale white, and was kind of doughy. His wispy red hair stuck out in unseemly clumps, and he seemed chubby in all the wrong places. But he loved his mom. Every ten seconds or so, he would raise his head up from where it lay on her shoulder to carefully grab hold of her face and kiss her. Then he would smile that special toothless smile that only young babies have. Quivering with happiness, he would snuggle his head down again, shyly smiling at me, who was busy in the back grinning my face off at him. I want to be that kind of mom. The kind that her baby will interrupt his own nap to give her a kiss.