some thoughts

I like to think that in addition to being the fattest president, William Howard Taft was also the funniest president.
I'm terrified of Morning Glory. It's a plant I have on my table in Greenhouse and someone mysteriously planted it there, in some pots, and now it's taking over fucking everything and it grows so quickly and wraps around everything and now it's going after my petunias and I don't trust it. I confessed this fear to the student teacher and she was all, ehh what? But some girl said she'd take the morning glory. Good. My bacopa is safe now.
Did you know WD-40 stands for "Water Displacement, 40th Attempt"? Ha, yes.
I'm gonna put googly eyes (or paper eyes) on my mom's spider-plant. I don't trust it. With a name like spider plant? Yeah. Creepy.

horrible and yet awesome at the same time

Because I'm an aide in my 4th hour class, this means two things: 1 I never do anything and spend most of my time trying to subvert the school's internet security systems and 2 I leave early. Like, 10 minutes before class is supposed to end, and right after 4th is lunch so this is fine. I just walk home for lunch. I'm eating lunch right now btw. Leftover Domino's pizza and chilled coffee mocha from this morning. Lunch of champions.
So I was on the school comps today, the same one I'm always on that I like quite a bit. I do a variety of things on the school computers. Solitaire. Shirt.woot. Yeah it lets me on shirt.woot. IMDB. One of my favorite things is to check what people Google. It's amusing. 'how to write cursif' and a bunch of wedding stuff. There's a lot of meat and pork related searches, too. Today I was bunking around on the school website, gobantams, and I went to the math section because it's a cool little design, like a calculator. What I figured out what some of the 'buttons' on the calculator lead to games. Pacman, Donkey Kong, Chess, Copter, Sniper, and I want to know who designed the website. My money's on Mr. Glenn, who is a badass math teacher and (he's my math teacher but I rarely show up for math and grades came in yesterday, under Math I have an F and teacher's comments are: It is a pleasure to have your student in class and Absences are affecting grade. So he likes me when I'm there I guess.) he's a clever dude, all smart and everything, or maybe a student designed it but either way, I've just found a new waste of time on the school comps. On another computer in the library, somebody has installed Mario Brothers Forever. The only problem with that is the shift key is jump and when you press shift more then 5 times, Sticky Keys pops up.
Hmm. Pizza then to theatre and aruging with folks.

agh

I was up from Jon Stewart to Jimmy Fallon last night making a box set for Theatre class that was pretty awful. Also now in Theatre we got into group by classes so I'm with the gorramn Juniors and most of them I hate. Well most of that class I hate, yeah? Theatre kids. One of the worst is a kid, let's call him NH, and he's a jerky theatre kid who thinks he's better then everyone else but gawdamn he's hot. He's kind of emo, a little scene, but kind of cute. Like, mhmm. I know he listens to Bowling for Soup and I love BFS and oh god, he wears vests and t-shirts. Hate him, tho. Douchebag. Also I have a tendancy to go at odds with him. Like, uh, today. Anyway, our group has to write, costume, produce, set, light, make-up and etc a little play. So we wrote down 20 different scenarios and then the teacher picked one or made one up for us- dinner party in the Twilight Zone. So we're "picking our characters" and I was arguing with him while everyone else was goofing off but then I stopped and said, look, somebody tell me something to write down or I will start writing stuff down and it will not be good. So then we sort of collaborated. Listen he's a total dickface asshat major d-bag but very drool-worthy. Not my type, tho. Dramatic. I like geeky boys who I can talk comic books with.
Blake, my brudah, has been sick lately and at first I was all, aww poor Blakey, then I was all, the house smells like puke stoppp itt, now I'm all, no, you can't have pizza you'll just puke it up, or, you'll probably just puke all over everything. It's kind of fun to make fun of him. I'm mean. Also, accusing him of having swine flu, even though I have no idea what that is exactly. I'm pretty hilarious.
Shirt.woot isn't updating. Ahh weird. It's past 10. Hnn. Oh here we go. Not too bad. I have too mnay black woots, anywhoo. Two. And a green, a blue, and two greys. But I don't wear On the Prowl too much, it's weird and...eh.. I should wash Clockwork Dinosaurs and...You Have To Try This Guys...tonight so I can wear them this week. And mah Star Trek shirt or something. Or my democrat shirt. Ehnn. Maybe I will have to wear On the Prowl. Can't wait for my Random shirt to come. Thanks mom.
So in my AP English class we don't really do alot of AP English, today me and my friends, Heather, Coe (she has a first name but I like Coe, her surname, better) and Guy (yeah, his name) and we were talking about movies coming out soon (Wolverine: look like SUCK, Star Trek looks like ROCK) and then I brought up Terminator: Salvation and how AWESOME it looks. But I have one issue with the Terminator movies. I fully believe robots will gain intelligence and take over us all, that I can accept. What I cannot accept is that (quick IMDB checkk..) Okay so John Connor in Terminator 2: Judgement Day is this kid, a punk gamer-type kid, Edward Furlong:

Then after that, and this one I forgot but Blake reminded me. So that kid turns into the teenager from Sarah Connor Chronicles, the emo kid who can't act. In this pic he looks very cool but rarely is. After that we have the dude in the 3rd one, the druggie. And we are supposed to believe that that guy turns into Christian MotherFucking Bale. I don't believe it. I mean, I believe it up until Term. 3 . But that guy turns into Batman? I mean. Come on.

the lirbaryyy

Kody always mangles the word 'library' because he the anti-me. So I was just at the library. And I have one of those headaches where I just get really out of it and so I was wandering around the library, aimlessly. Wandering aimlessly. A vague part of me wanted a house plan for the Sims but I couldn't remember what day the newspaper does a houseplan and then I thought I could copy one from a book but ahh man all my money is for my fine but hey i could just check it out yeah i wonder what the..decimal for house plans is let's try these shelves...oh i don't think so but this is the white house and wouldn't that be interesting a book on the white house i'd like to learn about the white house but i don't like that one i want one with pictures ohhey there's woman books here famous women famous idaho women ....and so and so forth. So I got, This Day In The Life, which has women's diaries and such, Ghost Towns of the Northwest, Flapper, and then I grabbed Jack Kerouc's Book of Sketches and then I figured I should get his On the Road, too, so while I mumbled to myself wondering if Kerouc is fiction and wandered over there I got I collection of his books, On The Road, The dharma Bums, Subterrineans or something. Yeah, just a random book thing I went on.
Gonna watch Torchwood till Leap is on, I think. Or mebbe something.

my head

I've got a killer headache. Let's make this quick.
Friday we had off and I don't remember doing anything much on Friday...
Saturday I went to Art Under The Elms with mah mom and we wandered around. I got cotton candy. Ate lunch. Listened to some live music. Must find name of guy who was singing. Then went to Ross and Wal-Mart, I think, yeah we did. At Wal-Mart I got some headbands with little bows on them because I've been complaining about my hair. It's always in my face. So I cut my bangs, too, nice and short and I can see now.
Sunday- was in my room most of day, not doing homework. Watched Doctor Who-Power Of Kroll on dvd, then debated whether to watch Brokeback Mountain or not. Did. Cried. So far, only one movie has been able to make me cry: Lion King. With Brokeback Mountain that's two. Sad movie. Waah. Heath Ledger awesomness. I do love me some gay cowboys. Didn't do homework. Box set for Theatre. Will do tonight. The Simpsons living room. Should be easy.
Today I've got to do that box set, get a start of finishing Zoidberg for Kody and watch some Torchwood. Oh, go to library and pay 1 dollar fine. Uhh.

i'm not a writer

But I do write. Like, April is Nat. Poetry Month and the library has a contest and this week is Haiku Week and Haiku I like, they're simple, so I wrote one:
Real or not, I bet
sometimes the Loch Ness Monster
gets really lonely.
Actually, as opposed to other poems I write, I like. And am rather proud of it. The only other poem I've written and liked, Commercial Breaks, was two years ago. I wrote it on a whim a few months before we did a poetry bit in class and when we did that, I just turned in that poem. And the teacher really liked it. wait, I'll find it...So the teacher readit aloud, to the class. If I would have been there, I would have been mortified. It's rather good, I think. Here, I found it in an old email to Heather with this attached:
"Okay so I wrote this awhile ago and I'm not sure about it because I'M NOT A POET AND I DO KNOW IT. Whaddaya think?

Commercial Breaks

If life was like the TV,

there'd be dramatic music,

snappy comebacks,

happy endings,

and commercial breaks.

But it isn't

and the dramatic music

doesn't play when kitty dies

or at grandpa's funeral.

There are no snappy comebacks

during a divorce or

when two people hate each other

so much

they can barely live together.

And there are no happy endings,

for when somebody dies

they don't come back

in the next episode

and they sure as hell just

don't get replaced with

another actor

and daddy's drinking

doesn't go away

in episodes to come.

Commercial breaks don't exist

expecially when you need one

like if mom and dad

got into a fight

and when the words from the sponsors are finished,

they've reconciled.

And test results don't come back

right after the newest ads for Microsoft and

McDonalds,

they come back after

days and days of waiting

and wondering

if mommy's going to die.

But life isn't like the TV.

Because we don't have

dramatic music,

snappy comebacks,

happy endings,

or commercial breaks

even if we really need them."

It is the height of my poem-writing career. Between that and Loch Ness Monster. Anyway, I wrote Commercial Breaks around the time when mom and dad were fighting a lot and there was a cancer scare with somebody in our family. And dad drank a lot. And I watched a lot of TV shows. But my kitty didn't die. Or my granpda. Or well. They did. Just not then. Uh, I still watch a lot of TV. But everything else is good. Heather wrote back with a 'That's actually pretty good'. Which was nice from her. She writes emo/dark/sad/vengeful poetry. Real poetry.

I also wrote a poem about a Sasquatch. I've been thinking a lot of Bigfoot and Sasquatches recently. I draw him on my math papers. Sometimes, he has a violin case with him. So I wrote a poem called Sasquatch Is Lonely. And it's about how lonely he is. I think I will enter it into the contest, next week, along with Commercials Breaks, even if Commercials Breaks is outdated. Meh.
Hey. I just got a call from an online high school guy. Weird. Yesterday, I signed up to recieve info on some virtual high school. I did not expect him to call me. I've been thinking about it, online highschool. What I'd like is mostly online high school with like one class at the regular high school. But I don't think I can do that. Man. Anyway, note to self: self, you put that number he gave you under the The Sims 2 Pets book right above the computer monitor. Okay? Okay.

Ah, next week on American Idol is Rat Pack Week. SQUEE! Cannot. WAIT. for all of them to RUIN these songs. Ah well but fun, yes?

Hmm no school tomorrow. Which I could play SIMS. Oh, gotta call Mary Joss.

cavaties will be my downfaaalll

So I just bike rode (rode my bike?) down to Jo-Ann's/Albertson's. Got a size 10 crochet hook on sale at Jo-Ann's then at Albertson's I was severly undecided between a lemonade drink and gummi bears. I got the gummi bears. I haven't had any gummis in a while. They hurt my teeth, they're so swee.t
I want this shirt: oh no, I lost the link. Anyway, it's the 'curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal' dinosaurs from Firefly. Bah. NEED.
Eh, oh, on dinosaur related news, I'm wearing my newest woot shirt, Clockwork Dinosaurs. It's very cool. Got it this morning and washed it before I left for school. Wootshirts fit me better after being washed. Woot!
It's warm here. Like ahhrrhh warm. But nice. It's just gonna get hotter.
Mhmm. I am thinking about going to the library but not sure I want to walk altheway there. All the way across the street. I live on the corner opposite from the library but down a few houses. I'm just tired.
Bah.

yourmom

Right now I am torn between finished this flower/flower pot I am crocheting or finishing reading The Fabulous Riverboat. The second (sidenote: lols Castle. This show is adequately amusing.) book in the Riverworld series. It's about Sam Clemens, aka MARK FLIPPING TWAIN, and he wants to build a big riverboat. But there's treachery abound and engineering and it's a tad boring. I wish they'd go back to Richard Burton. He's bad ass. And I hope Sam gets his Riverboat and Erik doesn't kill him and I hope somebody kills John. John like King John, Tricky John, the one everyone hates.
Anyway. I've started doing this thing called emailing my mom. And, yeah, akward moment today, we were talking and somewhat randomly she goes, "do you guys know what fisting is?" and me and Blake stop and I was all, "did you just...ask the question I thought you asked?" and blake was all, stop. stop now. And yeah. Please stop, mom. She mentioned something about a girl in the hospital, couldn't hear her over 'stop. stop talking, mom.'

Also I have to go write some haiku to put into the poetry contest at the library. I like haiku. I wrote one about the Loch Ness monster today.

i hate IE

Firefox is weirding out on me.
I was cooking mozzarella sticks and texas toast and I took the pan out of the oven to, uh...flip the toast, yeah and I grabbed it to put it back into the oven but it was hot and I burned my hand
and now I'm eating the mozzarella sticks but their not too good without marinara sauce and pizza sauce is not marinara sauce

monster energy will do exactly what it sounds like

Tonight I am at dad's and Dad bought us Monster Energy Drinks and I don't drink those alot but when I do stuff happens. Like tonight I was making cupcakes and Blake mentioned something about one of his football players on his video game, Madden 2017 or something, and said he was left handed and I am idly making cupcakes but then I think how far can I lead Blake on with this and I start ranting about how left handed people are agents of Satan and how you should not look them in the eye or they will steal your soul and etc, etc. Blake started to think I was high.
Also I was playing with eggs earlier. Cupcake-making I decided to make the egg white only recipe because, eh, I felt like, and so I already had added egg yolks so I got them out and they're squishy little balls and very weird to play with and roll about on your hands which is what I was doing until I squished them over the sink.
So here I am explaining to Blake all the evils of the Left Handed and mah cupcahkes ah bayking. Sometimes I talk like that. Let's go out to tha cah. What's for dinnah? I don't do my r's but I don't do that weird kind of r/kind of w thing that sounds like you're mangling a cat and I know a kid who does this, we went to speech class together, for our r's. I could never get irony right. So I leave the r's off the ends of words or middle of words if it's right, most of the time not really in the middle. And sometimes I have a strange accent, like New Zealand or British. People ask me if I'm British. Or from Boston. I has a speech impediment. Leave me alone. Bah. Also my s's suck so sometimes their sh's. Some people don't understand me when I talk.
Gonna go play tha Sims now.

stop making fun of my glasses

Blake is making fun of my glasses. Now, he is telling me about Hitler and his amazing speeches. Sometimes I worry about Blake. He says Hitler kind of cheated at speeches. Dude, how does somebody cheat at a speech?
Today I was sick home from school and ohshitIhavetowriteapaper and I read two books, I Love You, Beth Cooper a teen fic type of thing that was amusing and some guy who wrote for the Simpsons wrote it so yeah. And I finished Anansi Boys, I really liked it because I love Neil Gaiman. And I got more books from the library today, eh...Swamp Thing, the second Riverworld Book, (I got the first the other day and just started it, it's quite good, and V For Vendetta and oh, Fragile Things) and I picked up a Batman book, Detective 27 or something, but I just figure out it was an Elseworlds graphic novels and you know what? fuck yes, I love Elseworlds; I have a few of them and I love it so much. Elseworlds is a DC thing where they take heroes and put them in different stories, basically, they fuck it up but it's cool. Like, what if the Waynes had found baby Superman/Clark Kent and raised him as a boy named Bruce Wayne and then..oh, it's confusing and quite good. Another one is Gotham By Gaslight, which is Batman in Victorian (? I'm guessing it was Victorian) London, solving the Jack Ripper thing. It sounds bad ass, yes? But it sucked. Nice art, tho. So okay, yeah. I also got...oh, one of the Sandman books but like the 8th so that doesn't really help. And Fragile Things. Accidently, the second copy I have checked out. And...yeah, all I can remember right now. Eh.
There was a Charlie Chaplin movie marathon on TCM today. Because it was his birthday. I watched Modern Times. I liked it a lot. So I watched the next one, The Great Dictator, but he talked and stuff and that kind of ruined it, maybe. Also I was reading. Yeah. He got like arrested 5 or 6 times in Modern Times.
Kody was here tonight but I was in my room, kind of cleaning it and kind of watching Family Guy. So I come into the living room and there's Kody in a pink and white polo shirt and I'm like, hallo Kody and he's all, make coffee. So I told him I'd make him a coffee drink (like a frappacino) and then I mentioned how I was cleaning my room so mom would buy pizza, then he walks past me and says something like 'i can take care of that' and then I follow him into the kitchen and he starts to talk about recruits with us, then he says, " i want money but..' and just leaves. When he comes back, he hands me a twenty and tells me to order pizza. Me and Blake ordered pizza online! It was kick ass.

books! books! boooks!

Me and libraries have an off and on relationship. I check out books, lots of them, then never return them, add up a fine, avoid the library for a while before reluctantly paying some of the fine or working it off by volunteering. A few months back, I racked up a big fine. Like, triple digits. I think it was about 125. Yeah. No idea how. So I haven't been to the library recently.
Until a few days ago when I caught up with my dad and he lent me him library card.
AND OMG I LOVE BOOKS.
I've been reading about one a day, since Monday. A teen fic chiclit called Sophomore Switch, which was adequate. Yesterday I finished The Graveyard Book. God, I love Neil Gaiman. Today I'm reading Anansi Boys, also by Gaiman. I've still got Bone, another teenfic, and...no, that was everything I checked out Monday, I think. Today I picked up the first in the Riverworld series, To Your Scattered Bodies Go, and a Neil Gaiman short stories book, and V For Vendetta because Alan Moore is so amazing. And I've got a bunch of Old Who DVDs on request and a bunch of Batman graphic novels. And Stardust and American Gods, also by Gaiman. I've read American Gods but it's still, like, my favorite. And Brokeback Mountain. Which is not a book. But I have not seen yet. And Dark Side of the Moon was lost at some library, so that suucks. Also "lost" means some punk kid stole it.
Oh, the librarians rock because they totally knew I was using my father's card and didn't say anything although I don't think you're really supposed to do that.
Today I had a good moment, if somewhat accidentally. Lately I've been walking the block home for lunch instead of hanging out with my quote friends unquote. But today there was a SPAM meeting and SPAM is this, oh Student Peer Abstinence Movement, the "dont do drugs dont have sex" club of the school. They have pizza at their meetings, which is why I go. So we got pizza and juice (juice! yay, juice!) and we did this little "exercise" or game or, no, "activity" where some girl who was "stressed out" had to hold all these balloons that had things like work, school, parents, boys, etc, written on them. A clunky metaphor, as it were. She, the SPAM lady, was asking us things that would stress them out and I was like, "how about the increasing instability of the American economy?" but nobody heard me. Then she was talking about what things could help her cope with all this stress and without even thinking about it, I said, "Drugs." Cue laughter and me, not noticing that I had actually said this aloud, said, "oh right yeah NOT drugs, right?"
Anyway.
I hate the way my hair curls nicely on one side, that is, does the flippy-out at the end bit, the kind of 50's style or 60's ish, very plain of me. Well one side does this perfectly and the other side just botches it up and goes all wonky. Bah. It's a wonder I don't cut all my hair off someday. I do cut my own hair, tho.

i hate people

I hate people. I hate the stupid kids at my highschool. Wow, you're so original because you have the exact same haircut and clothes as everyone else! I hate the teachers because they're fucktards. I hate it that my "best friend" isn't really my best friend, because all she does is fucking agree with me. On everything. It's like she doesn't have one fucking original thought in her head. I've started to purposely say I hate things she likes just to see what she'll do. Like, "That new Wolverine movie looks like shit." when, in actuality, I kind of want to see it. So she says, "yeah." And then I'll talk about what manga suck and what anime suck and she'll just agree. And I'll say something like.."did you know, etc, etc" and she'll be all, yeah I did know that. So now I'm starting to make things up just to see if she'll agree with me because this is getting ridiculous. Fuck.
I hate my little brother and his friend because they're retarded and loud. I hate the school because they called my mom and told I keep on missing classes. I hate it that I don't have any money. I hate it that all I want to do is sleep and cry and watch Doctor Who. I hate myself for wanting to do those things. I hate all my friends who aren't really my friends and for my family, for knowing I don't have any friends. I hate my mom because I'm just a huge fucking disapointment and I hate it that I'm not more like her and I hate it that she wants me to be more like her. I hate it that my father never talks to me anymore, that he's given up on us, that's basically starting a new life. I hate it that most of what I do most of the time is eating or watching TV. I hate that I can't even get to school on time because I'm a huge fucking failure at life. I hate that I've got no goals and no dreams and no idea what to do after high school. I hate it that I have nowhere to go when I'm feeling awful and nobody to talk to.

this week in aj news

It's been like a week since I've had good access to a computer (sidenote: FINALLY! the blind guy is off american idol. he was awful. they're mentioning him on tvguide, soo.) because our computer crapped out on us and I've been usinf the library computer. Anyway, Friday Kody, mah Navy brother, flew out from Pensacola, and then got stranded at the Atlanta aoport. To quote him about the Atlanta airport, "it's fucking miserable". I dunno why. Then he flew from Atlanta to Minneapolis to Spokane and Saturday morning, me and my mom drove up to Spokane to pick him up at the airport. He was in his Navy whites and this is gonna sound weird but Kody looks good in his uniform. Weird, right? He's quite handsome. This is in a entirely non-sexual way.
Anyway, we picked him up and his luggage was still in Minneapolis, then we were going to go to lunch then home (nobody wanted to go a zoo, like me, whatever) but then Kody was all, "no, we're going to Fairchild Air Force Base." so we went there, and to the BX, which is Base Exchange, and then the Comisary. I always say Comissary wrong, I put emphasize on the 'iss', so I start like "to the comISSsary' but it's the 'COMissary'. Whatever. They sell food and etc. For cheap. But we're wandering around and all this food is cheap and then I see a bunch of German cookies and chocolate and Japanese snacks and Spanish cookies so I start, like, grabbing these foreign foods off the shelves and throwing it in the cart when my mom isn't looking. Like, shrimp flavored chips. I don't even like shrimp. And I already ate all the Pocky. And I got this German marzipan bar that I'm kind of afraid of. Because, like, marzipan? And nifty German cookies that are 'zartbitter' flavor. I think this means chocolate. And these French or Spanish cookies called Hit that are biscuit cookies with a creamy chocolate middle, like Oreo style.
Easter was uneventful, except Kody has the car and so me and my mom had to bike down to Albertson's and we got pizza ingredients and I made an uber-delicious pizza. My dad used to have two jobs, one he was a pizza maker at Little Caesar's, he'd work there at night and sometimes come home with pizza. Anyway, we used to make pizzas together at home and he taught me stuff about pizzas. Like putting cheese ontop of the pepperoni so it'll stay together. And how to cut olives. And how to cut a pizza.
I don't think my dad likes us anymore. Just..various things adding up. And the way he acts around us. Me and Blake always joke around with him and now it's like he doesn't even care anymore. It's kind of heartbreaking. I don't even talk to him anymore. I don't like this. At all. I don't think it can be fixed, though.
It's the second part of WASL state testing this week, for sophomores. Somewhat stupidly. So I took the WASL last year (and passed it. SUCK IT. actually, weird fact: i'm in a math class way below the one I should be in, algebra, after failing geometry, and i passed the maths wasl, but I've got friends in algebra two, which is not the class after algebra, but the second one after algebra. so i dunno.) and what they did was, put the Reading and Writing tests together in one week, since it takes two days each. Then, a month later, we took the Science and Math tests together in one week. A few weeks ago, these sophomores took the reading and writing bits, and then this week they're taking JUST the Math wasl, then next week the science one. WTF? Just put them together. School idiots. Also, why was spring break not directly before/directly after Easter? Like it usually is? I like that much better.
I don't like school. At all, really. Maybe like one or two bits, like being in the greenhouse and taking care of my plants and being in the library and shelving books. Basically, in library aide, I am the book bitch. Not an awful job.
Oh, I'm on my brother's laptop. It's an Acer and is nifty and cool.
I watched the Doctor Who Easter special. Oh, David Tennant. Why must you leave? He's so cute. All the time.
So when our computer went down, my mom brought home from her school this old Windows 98 laptop, compu-something, a retro old clunky thing, thinking she could hook it up to the internet but I assured her this was unlikely if he did not have a phoneline. in fact, I insisted, it was impossible. Then I dug out the old Window 98 games and got Sim Tower onto it and so I spend a lot of time playing an 11 year old computer game. But I like Sim Tower. I'm this close to a four star tower. Is nice. But difficult. I've got all these condo owners bitching about nothing all the time.
Also laptops burn my leg. Oooh. Ouch.
it's shorts season here! I took a pair of pants with the bottoms ripped and fashioned them into shorts. Now, I have one pair of shorts.
My mom and I have perfected our coffee drink. Previously, we've been chilling coffee and mixing in half and half and milk and flavor syrup. Then we went to get more flavors, to URM, on Wednesday, and I saw this bag of this mix stuff, like mocha mix and latte mix. This is like, what Starbucks uses, mom. So we got Java Chip, and the only thing wrong with it is the choco chips but besides that it is EXACTLY like a Java Chip frappacino and then add a dash of peppermint and voila! peppermint java chip frappacino. Also i cannot spell frappanico. Huh. Next time, I'm pulling for Malt Mocha Mix. Looks good.
Now I'm tired and things.
Another thing, I can't wait for Art Under the Elms. And the Dogwood festival. Which are, I am told, the same thing. I love the Dogwood trees. They are these trees, ofcourse, that are all around this town and basically you don't even notice them until spring when the bloom with these light pink flowers. And the fair is coming up and I might crochet something for that.
That's it for now.

tragedy

computer dead. on library computer. surrounded by plebians. miss mozilla firefox. plebian is my new favorite insult.
going to make yoyo holder. need yarn. woolease or wool something, so it can felt. maybe? hokay.

bah, i hate it when this happens

We went to dinner at the 4-10, then to Albertsons (once again I have done something that makes the apostrophe trigger some sort of search thing) for movies and snacks and etc. So we are walking down the aisles and I punch Blake in the arm and then hide behind Dad, figuring that as long as Dad is there, he will not hit me. Yeah, I am that childish. Then dad goes, "gonna go get some milk." and walks off. Blake looks at me and rolls his sleeves up, and I run for it. Down the aisle and to the left but as I am turning left, I notice somebody in the cheese section. One of my teachers, Mr. Glenn, is standing there, talking to somebody. He sees me, smiles and waves, and I smile and laugh before I keep on running. I could not have stopped if I wanted to, I was going a pretty good pace. I continue to run through the aisles, keep on almost running into people, with Blake chasing me until I think he ran into somebody. I hate it when I see teachers out of the school. Awkard.
Also whenever I do see teachers outisde of school, I am doing something strange. Like seeing the Torgersons at Albertsons, when I was in cheeseburger pajama pants and slippers. Or Mr. Curtis at Albertsons, looking at soup. I dont even like Mr. Curtis. Anyway, nowI have taken to avoiding teachers in stores.

the most amazing thing ever

Maybe not quite, but for today at least: Neil Gaiman reading his book, The Graveyard Book. Online for free. Squee!

foiled again!

So apparently, banks aren't open on Saturdays. Not even a little bit. Damn.
Well, my plan was to go put some money in the bank, then buy the pattern for the hat I wanted to make dad (before Tuesday, natch) then buy the yarn and make the hat by Tuesday. And I must've forgot banks don't like to stay open on Saturdays. Damn bankers. Anyway. So I'll have to put the money in on Monday, then buy the yarn, make the hat and get it to him sometime that week. Or forget the whole thing and buy him that Seattle World Fair cup at St. Vinnie's for 4 bucks. Oh, his birthday is coming up. I thought I'd get him something. I like that cup idea more, I think, because it takes less effort. I think he likes World Fair memorabilia. He's got a bunch of old Spokane World Fair stuff. So I'll do that, mebbe.

the science of scooby doo

There is no fucking science of Scooby Doo. I am past the wonderful age where everything made sense on that show.
I was babysitting tonight, just for about 2 hours (I earned 9 dollars...wtf, right? but whatevs.) and I made popcorn and hot cocoa and watched old Scooby Doo cartoons with the girls I babysit. They weren't mean to me tonight and I didn't act weird. These are often both problems. Turns out I am not too good with children. At all. Despite my mom is a preschool teacher and my grandmother was a, I think, kindergarten teacher, I guess it skipped my generation. Actually I'm very socially impaired, anyway. We were at McDonald's with dad and we said something about how we used to be kids playing in the kid's section and dad was all, I am so happy those days are over. And we chatted about that for a bit and Dad mentioned something about, 'blake was always eating, kody was playing, and alyssa was always watching people.' What? Watching people? That's what my father says. That I used to just stare at people. I still do that. In fact, until about a year or two ago, I was not even aware of this. Now I've realized watching people creeps them out so I'm perfecting my watching-but-not-watching look. It's hard to try to socially acceptable.
Anyway. Scooby Doo. The first episode I watched I was very oh it's just a cartoon, blah...then I started questioning things. Which gets you nowhere. 'Why are they friends anyway?' 'Daphne looks like such a slut.' 'Why are the two preppy kids, the smart kid, the stoner and his dog all friends? And travelling around the country in one van together solving mysteries?' 'Dear God, Shaggy is high as a kite.' 'Wait, why can Scooby talk again?' 'Hahah, Velma isn't totally and completely blind? I mean...can't she SOME THINGS without her glasses?' 'Also why does she run like that with her arms all perpendicular to her body?' 'Fred's ascot is gay.' 'Is Daphne the clumsy one?' 'Wait, why doesn't the evil guy JUST FUCKING KILL THEM instead of running around the place in a dumb costume and, oh fuck, IT IS A DOG AND SOME TEENAGERS COME ON.'
Listen all I'm saying is I don't know when it happened but now I don't understand cartoons.
One time when I was a kid my parents were watching the Drew Carey show and I thought this was boring so I went downstairs where my older brother and the neighbor boy were watching TV and I hoped it would be cartoons but it was the Drew Carey show and this disapointed me. I told myself I'd never be the kind of person to not watch cartoons. Now, I am. I love the Drew Carey show. Although if Spongebob's on, I'm totally watching it. I also promised myself I'd never be the kind of person that reads books where the author's name was bigger then the book title because this always confused me- why are there twelve books called James Patterson and what are these Stephen King books about? But now I read Micheal Crichton books and awww now I'm sad about Micheal Crichton again...

this is a reminder to myself: 105 days

..till the new Harry Potter movie opening, and I need a costume. And perhaps I will throw a party...(for one?) and, so, here's what I need to buy/make.
Hogwarts Student Hat: make-http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/hogwarts-student-hat
or buy- http://www.alivans.com/custom/cart/edit.asp?p=84902. Buy is cheaper then usual, but make looks easy. Would need to buy patch for hat, tho.
Sweater/jumper/cardigan: buy-http://www.alivans.com/custom/cart/edit.asp?p=96071, http://www.whimsicalley.com/search_results.asp?txtsearchParamTxt=sweater&txtsearchParamCat=60&txtsearchParamType=ANY&iLevel=1&txtsearchParamMan=ALL&txtsearchParamVen=ALL&txtFromSearch=fromSearch&btnSearch.x=4&btnSearch.y=19. or make- essentially a grey sweater with blue and gold edging. Buy looks easier. Also, WA has quiddicth sweaters, if I were so inclined. It'll be June. Maybe not.
TIE- Buy, for defs. Alivan's has 'em but I should check ebay. Also, for...uh...BADGES! Right. And a scarf. Oh, June. Right. I will incoperate my quidditch goggles into the outfit, somehow...

motivation

I'm a chubby person and it's not so much that I don't like being chubby but that it is inconvenient for the things I want to do and be. So I'm going to try to get into shape and maybe lose some weight.
Step 1: get a cheap treadmill, fit it into my room, or somewhere in the house. If I am going to joj this weight off then I don't want to do it in public. Check craigslist and yardsales and ebay for treadmills or run-y machine.
Step 2: Stop eating so much candy and junk food. Apples and carrots=very nice. Salads=not so nice, but tolerable if they have Thousand Island dressing. It tastes like fry sauce.
Step 3: Motivation. Or I'll get lazy and forget I want to do this. One of the big ones is the Cat Tales Zoo School in Mead, Washington. I want to go there and become an animal trainer, but to become and animal trainer (LION TAMER) I need to be in shape. Another is these dresses at http://www.sweetrococo.com/project/index/jumper?page=1 Lolita dresses, like the Japanese fashion. They're pretty and cute and girly and the last thing I'd ever want. Which is, of course, why I want one. At this point, I couldn't wear one, but if I lost some weight and became less chunky, I would it a heartbeat. And if they weren't 100+ dollars. Aw, man. Well. I'll try.

so it goes

My older brother, Kody, got a tatto on his 19th birthday, a few weeks ago. He told me that now it's a tradition, a family tradition, to get tattoos are your 19th birthday--even if he's the first one to do it. A tradition has to start somewhere, I guess. I thought this was a good idea until I realized I'd have to get a tattoo on my 19th. But what on Earth would I like enough to put it on my skin? Then I found the wonder of literary tattoos, which are quotes and things tattoos. Right now I'm liking 'so it goes' and something else...oh, 'don't panic'. But maybe, I think, something from the I Believe speech in Neil Gaiman's American Gods since I like it alot. Dunno. I've got two years, though.
Another thing I've been wondering is where to put it- somewhere that's not too obvious but maybe a little showoffy? No, able to hidden, I want. Maybe on my wrist, under my watch. Or my shoulder.

spokane spokane

Back from collegy trip. Went to Whitworth Uni, which was too pretty and churchy and had too many trees and would cost too much and didn't have a Zoology program, and Spokane Falls Community College, which was clearly a Community college and my mom went there and they had Zoology and a bowling alley and then we went to Gozaga, which was cool. Cool. Just cool. I dunno if they had zoology but they had a Bing Crosby room. BING! Loves me some Bing Crosby. Even if he beat his kids. Whatever. Or, well, that's the rumor. But it's widely disputed. And talked to an ambassador from University of Phoenix which was boring and also it's all online and no Zoology. And today I was at Eastern Washington Uni, which was boring and had too many stairs and I was just so tirrred. On Tuesday...or Monday...we went to Riverfront park to see an imax moviebut half an hour late so most of group went on Skyride Gondola ride and some of us, ME!, went on Carousel, that's 100 years old, v. cool, v. fun. Went shopping, quick, at Boo Radley's (best store name ever and cool store, too) and got Pride&Prejudice&Zombies and Obamamints-Yes We Candy. Hotel was fun. Shared room with Heather. Watched TV and argued over beds-made or unmade? I was for unmade beds. Shopping at Valley Mall, was disapointed because was promised Northtown-Northtown has Barnes&Nobles and Comic Book Shop. Valley, I though, had B&N and no Comic Book Shop but turns out, Waldenbooks and Comic Book Shop. Was happy. Spent money. Got a nice yoyo at a hobby store. Huckleberry coffee. Green and orange M&Ms for Blake since couldn't find any Dolphins merchandise. Got four graphic novels- Fables v. 2, Y: The last Man v.2, Serenity 1 and 2. Should have got someting Gaiman.
Dad's getting up, maybe dinner time here's hoping.