Saturday, August 29, 2009

We could hang around, by the pool.

Okay, so I haven't blogged in a while.
I know, I know. You guys wish I would blog more often, because I'm so awesome. But, I just didn't feel like it this last summer. SO DEAL WITH IT!

Well, now school's started. So yeah, I'm probably going to be blogging a lot more.

For those of you who don't know, I moved to Arizona two or three weeks ago. The house we're living in has a pool, and not just one of those small ones that you invite all your friends over to see and be like "HAHA! That's too small to swim in!". No. This one's big. It's ten feet deep at the deepest end, and we get to jump off the roof into the pool. But Nacho, not so much. Mom is too worried that he can't jump all the way. Which makes sense, kind of like how a rubik's cube being annoying makes sense. But Nacho swims EVERY DAY. No joke. By the time I come home from school, he's either in the pool, about to go in the pool, or just got out of the pool.

So he's been really hungry lately. The exercise! It makes me HUNGRY!!!!

Mom won't let me eat anything aside from Breakfast, Lunch, After-school snack, and Dinner. Because she says I've been eating too much. She doesn't want me to get fat or something. :)
She makes me drink water because sometimes thrist can be mistaken for hunger, so to prove that I'm really hungry, I'll drink 10+ cups a day. Big cups too. SO HAHA MOM! PUT THAT IN YOUR OVEN AND BAKE IT!

It's really weird explaining my living arrangements to other people though. I'll say something along the lines of "Yeah, my mom doesn't cook dinner anymore, that's Momo's job."

Then the person will say something like "You have two moms?"

So yeah. If THAT'S not awkward, I don't know what is. It's more awkward then a triangle with a bent corner.

I've been playing guitar a lot more now. it's awesome. I'm getting better. BETTER!!!! MORE POWERFUL THAN THE WORLD!!!! Okay, not THAT good. but I'm getting there :)

It smells like pee in my room, and I really need some febreeze right about now. Oust works too.

You smell like teen spirit

Kinda random. I know. But it was still pretty funny. What should I blog about next?

In next week's episode, Logan tries to conquer one of his biggest fears...Unicorns! Tune in next saturday to see what happens. Will he conquer his fear? Or run away screaming?

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Random inspiration

I know this would have been a perfect Mother's day post, but, look at the title.

I love you,
The one who picked me up when I was down,
Who comforted me when I had nightmares,
And fought away the darkness in the night.

I love you,
Who walked for miles to make sure I was fed,
Who did nothing but good for me my whole life,
Who never gave up, despite the darkening storm that is life.

I love you,
Who thought of me and my brother and sister first,
always, no matter what,
I love you, a rock in a storm, a shelter in the rain, I love you, Mom. :)

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

SUSHI!

Yesterday, I had sushi for the first time. When we got there, the first thing I tried was this albacore tuna stuff, and it was really good. I don't think that I really like lobster though. As of yesterday. Don't judge me.

The funny thing about it though, was when my mom tried the salmon skin roll and freaked out. She was sitting there, close to tears, saying "I CAN TASTE THE SKIN! I CAN TASTE THE SKIN!"
The first thing I thought was "Duh."

She said that it was because of the texture, and I think that she felt the seaweed and freaked out. Oh well. She's insane anyways so, who knows?

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Katie Flynn

I was listening to music today, off of one of my favorite albums, when I decided to look up the lyrics. The site I went to had the lyrics and the meaning of the song, and apparently it was about a seven year old girl named Katie Flynn. Interested, I looked further into it, and found that Katie Flynn was with her family after a wedding in a limousine, when the limo got hit by a drunk driver. The wreck was bad, and inside, the whole family was either injured or dead.

"I remember looking in on the limo and seeing Kate and waving goodbye and she waved goodbye and never thought that, that was going to be that type of moment where you're seeing people for the last time," says David, the groom. "It's, I guess, a moment I see every day."
When the wreck was investigated, by none other than little Katie's great uncle. Katie's grandfather, Chris, was lying on the floor, with his legs wrapped around the service bar, which was broken into several pieces.
The rest of the family was piled on top of each other. Katie's father, Neil, had tried to climb out of the limo, despite having his back broken. Jennifer, Katie's mother, foot was injured, and managed to crawl out and was trying to find Katie.

Katie was eventually found, but a terrible thing had happened: Katie had been decapitated by her seat belt.

Jennifer sat on the side of the road for hours, just holding her daughter's head in her lap, staring into her eyes.

"She very lucidly, very calmly said she wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't leaving Kate," Lt. Tangney says. "I climbed into the ambulance and I told Jennifer that she'd have to come inside now because Grace needed her, and she said she's not going to let go of Kate. And I asked her if she would give her to me, and at that point she turned her over, kissed her goodbye, and handed her to me."
Neil, who had broken his back, tried to crawl out of the limo.

"I heard my wife screaming, 'Katie's dead,' and I didn't want to accept it so I screamed back, 'No, she's just hurt real bad,'" he says. "I didn't know what Jen knew then."
"How do we start a life when your start is death?" Lisa asks. "It's your wedding day, and now they don't have their child."

Neil and Jennifer say. "Everything I see my children do, I think Kate should be doing. Everything I know they're going to do, I know Kate won't do," he says. "Every time you wake up, you say to yourself, 'This is terrible. I went another day without her,' you know? Or I have to face another day without her. And every night when I go to sleep, I made it through another day and I know it's not going to get any better as long as I'm awake."

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

For those people out there who say the Holocaust never happened...

My Grave

I hear the pellets drop
My heart yells stop
I see my brother's body fall
For the next group the sergeant gave the call
People stand with their backs against machine guns
We would have left, but papa never had the funds
Ready, Aim, Fire!
Was the only German desire
I wanted to help, but even myself I could not save
Is that why I lie here dead in my grave?

I cried for mama
I cried for papa, everyone did
It seemed as if God, on the world, had placed a lid
But if he could not bare these horors how can I
For I am only a child of the age of nine
I then pondered aloud so that everyone could hear me
"Why has God forsaken thee?"
I had no time for a reply
For now dead in my grave, here I lie.
-By Correena Spangler

Sunday, May 31, 2009

In a dream I was a werewolf. My soul was filled with crystal light...

While I was dogsitting I fell asleep and had a strange dream. This is odd in itself because I don't usually have dreams, but I remember this one perfectly.

It was the middle of a very nice day, and I was down by a reservoir with a couple of my friends, when up the hill came some other kids. I didn't pay much attention to them because I thought Hey, if we can hang around here, so can they. Then when they reached the top of the hill, I pointed them out to my friend. She started freaking out and grabbed her other friend to set off down the hill. I didn't understand, but I thought there must be some grudge because as soon as the people reached the top of the hill, they sort of took my friends. Then, I saw some kids with some very vicious dogs. The people had tied up my friends and put them in the fenced area with the dogs. This is the point that I started crying in my dream, because it took me unnaturally long to get to the bottom of the hill. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to run very fast. By the time I did get to the bottom of the hill, it was nighttime. Then I came to this fenced area where some kids where playing a variation on the game of dodgeball. I had second thoughts, but I decided to go around the outer edge of the inside of the fenced area. When I was almost out, I got distracted by a kid talking about who to throw the ball at. He was saying that he should throw it at somebody standing still, because then he could actually hit them. At this I hid behind another guy, but kept walking. The dodgeball came and hit me in the face, and I just kept walking. The guy said "What the? Oh, I see, he's running."

When I was almost to the fenced area with the big dogs, I was blocked by a form of barrier that I cannot describe because it does not really exist. It was more of a spiritual barrier than a physical one. So, I went through my friend J's house, and I got caught up again, but listening in on my friend's conversation. He said something about "His(J's) grandparents and their son are visiting."
Fearing that it would impede my progress, I hurried to go down the stairs and out the back door. I ran into J's dad, but he didn't seem to mind that I was intruding. I went as fast as I could(finally being able to run) down the stairs and stepped on the dog's leg. I looked back, but did not slow. I ran outside right as J's dad opened the window, and I hopped over a chain link fence, going fast enough to clear it without having to touch it. But then there was another chain link fence, and this one snagged on my pants. I eventually got off the fence, and I hit the ground, rolled, then stood up. I started telling J's dad about what I was doing, and then I kept running, crying because I feared that I was too late to save my friend.

I jumped onto a pool cover, and it started to sink, but I got across safely. I remember seeing J's dad on his phone, calling the cops. I went around the corner and got on the tramp that was waiting. The fenced area had dissapeared, and I found my friend. By this time, it had turned to early morning. But she didn't look the same, and somehow halfway through the dream, I switched who I was looking for. I asked if she was [Friend] and she nodded and said "Of course I'm [Friend]."