Niddly and the Collar

Nod brought down her old collar today, and started playing with it. We didn't pay this much attention, just thought she was playing with a toy. After watching her wrestle with the puny thing, we figured it must smell like her brothers that she hasn't seen since we first got her.

Her brothers, Winkin and Blinkin, were orange. They were really cute and sweet, but Nod just had something about her that attracted us like vultures to a fresh carcass (Okay, maybe that isn't the best analogy, but still. I think you get the picture.) She was the girl of the family, and the cutest kitten I'd ever seen. But, it wasn't me who needed this kitten. It was actually my papa!!! Now, I know you're probably thinking, "Wow, that's got to be the cutest kitten ever", but just look at that ah-dorable picture!!!

I love Nod more than anything now, and though she may be older outside, she'll always be the same playful, sweet, comedic kitten to me. I wish Noddy could just see her brothers once more for a little feline-family reunion. Just to know that they're okay and happy wherever they are. That may never happen, but it's nice to think of, for their sake.

I Just Wanna Read Lyrics

This song is dedicated to all those Twitards (Twilight obsessed girls; and I admit, I'm one too!), and was inspred by Stephanie Meyer.

To the tune of I Just Wanna Live by Good Charlotte.

I need huge li-braries in my house
So I know what people are writing about
These people are reading about (these days)
It's getting hectic everywhere that I go
They wont leave me alone
There's things they all wanna know

I'm paranoid of all the people I meet
Why are they talking to me?
And why can't anyone see?

I just wanna read
Don't really care about the junk on TV
Don't really care about the movies to see
I just wanna read ("just wanna read, just wanna read, just wanna read x2")

I rock a law book when I'm going to court
A love book when I'm getting divorced
A sad book at the funeral home
And a horror book when I'm home alone
Talking on the phone got an interview
With the Rolling Stone they're saying
"Now you're rich and now you're famous teenage girls all know your name
And Twilight: the hottest series. Your first hit aren’t you so proud"
Of the books, of the books, of the books you’re writing

I just wanna read
Don't really care about the junk on TV
Don't really care about the movies to see
I just wanna read

Stop your scribbling around, kid
Better think of your future
Better get some good books, kid
Said every one of my teachers
Look out, better play it safe you'll never know what hard reads will come your way
We say where we're coming from
We've already seen the worst that these words can bring

Now we get expect it by the people we lead
All the things that they write
Yeah we already read

I just wanna read
Don't really care about the junk on TV
Don't really care about the movies to see("just wanna read, just wanna read, just wanna read")
I just wanna read("just wanna read, just wanna read, just wanna read")
I just wanna read("just wanna read, just wanna read, just wanna read")
Don’t care about the junk on TV("just wanna read, just wanna read, just wanna read")
Don’t really care about the movies to see
I just wanna read

OMG OMG!!!!!

Look at this AH-MAZING quiz!!! It really knows me well!! lol

You Are a Sphynx Cat

Some say you're part monkey, part dog, part child, and part cat. You're unique and mysterious enough to seem a little otherworldly. You're so hyper active that you almost literally climb the walls. You are also devoted and loyal. But you demand a lot of attention in return.

What Breed of Cat Are You?

Yay I'm a sphinx like Kenny!!!!

Kendorkus roxx my soxx!!!! lol

Quizzes

You Are 72% Goth

You are clearly goth. Even if you don't consider yourself goth, other people do. Let's face it. You're a little moodier, darker, and weirder than most people. But that's okay. You enjoy being different, and you're proud of who you are. Many psychologists think that goths are more self aware and smarter than the average person!

Are You Goth?

Your Taste in Music:

Classic Rock: Highest Influence Pop: Highest Influence Adult Alternative: High Influence Alternative Rock: High Influence Eighties: High Influence

How's Your Taste in Music?

You Are Cyclops

Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause. You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them. Power: force beams from your eyes

Which of the X-Men Are You?

You Are Big Bird

Talented, smart, and friendly... you're also one of the sanest people around. You are usually feeling: Happy. From riding a unicycle to writing poetry, you have plenty of hobbies to keep you busy. You are famous for: Being a friend to everyone. Even the grumpiest person gets along with you. How you life your life: Joyfully. "Super. Duper. Flooper."

The Sesame Street Personality Quiz

You Are a Butterfinger

They call you sticky fingers for a reason!

What Kind of Candy Are You?

What Your Cupcake Says About You

At parties, you tend to be dramatic. You dress up, and you make sure you get attention... one way or another. You have a fair amount of restraint in your life, but you don't go overboard. You let yourself enjoy life. The most important thing in your life is children. You are dominant, vain, and a bit of a show off. To know you is to worship you.

The Cupcake Test

You Like Names That Are Cutting Edge and Exotic

You love creative names and names from foreign cultures. You believe names should be expressive and interesting. You like names that are unusual, striking, and powerful. You couldn't imagine naming your child or pet anything “normal.” Some female names you might like: Amaya, Celestine, Danessa, Fawn, Kenya, Monet, Serenity, and Tia Some male names you might like: Drake, Flint, Harley, Kendrick, Pascal, Romeo, and Timber

What Kind of Names Do You Like?

^Pheonix and Madeline were two of my choices...lol

You Are Apple Pie

You're the perfect combo of comforting and traditional. You prefer things the way you've always known them. You'll admit that you're old fashioned, and you don't see anything wrong with that. Your tastes and preferences are classic. And classic never goes out of style. Those who like you crave security. People can rely on you to be true to yourself - and true to them. You're loyal, trustworthy, and comfortable in your own skin. And because of these qualities, you've definitely earned a lot of respect.

What Kind of Pie Are You?

You Are Impact

You are very unique and quite striking. You are forceful and aggressive. You never go unnoticed, and people recognize your power instantly. While you make your presence known, your message is a bit fuzzy. You are not the easiest person to understand, and you're not one for details.

What Font Are You?

You Are Fairly Normal

You scored 65% normal on this quiz Like most people you are normal in some ways... But you aren't a completely normal person. You're a little weird too! Why You Are Normal: You prefer a good meal to a good nap You prefer your friends to your family You prefer ruffled potato chips You'd rather have rats than cockroaches in your home Why You Aren't Normal: You find the Chicken Dance to be the more embarrassing dance When you're in a car, you prefer to be the passenger You eat the cupcake first You don't keep up with your horoscope

What's Normal About You... And What's Not?

You Are An Exclamation Point

You are a bundle of... well, something. You're often a bundle of joy, passion, or drama. You're loud, brash, and outgoing. If you think it, you say it. Definitely not the quiet type, you really don't keep a lot to yourself. You're lively and inspiring. People love to be around your energy. (But they do secretly worry that you'll spill their secrets without even realizing it.) You excel in: Public speaking You get along best with: the Dash

What Punctuation Mark Are You?

I was EATEN!!! :-O

How bad does this SUCK?? My bud's result was that she would die peacefully in her sleep...while another will die drunk choking on puke while lying in a pool of it*!!!

How Will You Die? My Result: Devoured By Wolves Take This Quiz! Don't be scared - take the death test. Because nobody lives forever. (Sorry.)

fun free quizzes meet cool peeps

*I'm not sure weather to laugh or cry at this, so I guess I'll just nod my head and BACK AWAY SLOWLY.

Palin Girl Lyrics

To the tune of "Barbie Girl" by Aqua



Hi Sarah!
Hi John!
Wanna take America for a ride?
Sure, John!
Jump In...

I'm a Palin girl, in a McCain world
Life in Alaska, it's fantasca!
you can brush my hair, debate me everywhere
Imagination, I can rule the nation!
Come on Palin, let's go whalin'!

I'm a Palin girl, in a McCain world
Life in Alaska, it's fantasca!
you can brush my hair, debate me everywhere
Imagination, I can rule the nation!

I'm a hock-eey mom, either brunette or blond.
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your mommy
You're my veep, what the bleep, such a gigantic leap.
From mayor, to vice prez, it's so scary!
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'll vote for you"

(uu-oooh-u)

I'm a Palin girl, in a McCain world
Life in Alaska, it's fantasca!
you can brush my hair, debate me everywhere
Imagination, I can rule the nation!


Come on Palin, let's go whalin'!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Johnny, Grand Old Party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Palin, let's go whalin'!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Johnny, Grand Old Party!
(uu-oooh-u)

Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I'm so hot you can't freeze
Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us campaign again,
hit the town, dance around, let's go party
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'll vote for you"
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'll vote for you"

Come on Palin, let's go whalin'!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Johnny, Grand Old Party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Palin, let's go whalin'!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Johnny, Grand Old Party!
(uu-oooh-u)

I'm a Palin girl, in a McCain world
Life in Alaska, it's fantasca!
you can brush my hair, debate me everywhere
Imagination, I can rule the nation!

I'm a Palin girl, in a McCain world
Life in Alaska, it's fantasca!
you can brush my hair, debate me everywhere
Imagination, I can rule the nation!

Come on Palin, let's go whalin'!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Johnny, Grand Old Party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Palin, let's go whalin'!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Johnny, Grand Old Party!
(uu-oooh-u)

Oh, I'm having so much fun!
Well Gov'nor, we're just getting started.
Oh, I love you John!

Thanks to Kitty and Papa for their input.

got mad skillz?

Cuz I have some extra!!!!!!!

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Lets see if any of you wimps can beat my high score!!!!!

Good luck.......you'll need it!! Mwahahaaaa!!!!!!!!

Now vs. Then

I've been thinking, and I've realized that things are really different than they were a few years ago. I mean, things have always been going pretty awesome, but when you take a time in your life and compare it to the present, things are completely...well, different.

For example, 2nd grade. I had one of the best teachers ever. My friends and I formed a band. I started playing Dark, Jay, and Shadow with my two best friends in the world. And, that was also probably the year that I had the best times with my favorite cousin ever, John.

He was ten. I was eight. And he was the best cousin I could ask for. He was always up for another game, and never ran out of ideas. I loved every minute with him.

The game-playing never stoped. In the top picture, we were probably talking about our characters in the car. In the bottom picture, we were playing an awesome game in the back yard in Long Beach. The best games we played, I shared with Emma and Cynthia at school. And, they loved the ideas just as much as I did. They were perfect ideas.

Now: I can hardly get an adventure game out of him. I always seem to get my hopes up, and then it hits me. He's not ten anymore. He's fourteen, soon to be fifteen, and already in high school. Its just not the same. But, its not his fault. He has other interests now, other things to do. He's older, and that's just not going to change. I'll probably never have a cousin as fantastic as him, and I'll probably never play better games. But I guess I'll just have to accept that. Get used to it, and not let past memories change reality. Now, when I hear he's coming over, I shouldn't get out the toy weapons, or the old weapon catalogs we used to use for ideas. I should find other things to do. Find something to help me talk to a fourteen year old. Anything.

So many things remind me of the old John. Movies, books, video games, pictures. I mean, I only liked the movie Eragon because it reminded me of the old games I played so often with the old John. Those same memories contributed to how much I enjoyed Hellboy, one and two. The Legend of Zelda? John. The Moorchild? John. Almost everything else I've ever enjoyed reading, watching, or playing? You guessed it, John.

No matter how hard I try to put it all in the past, I know I'll never be able to put aside those memories and just realize what's really going on. People are changing. They may never be like they were in the past ever again, but maybe I can find some way to have fun with the new versions of my old friends and relitives. Make new memories, maybe memories good enough to replace the old ones. Somehow.




*No offense to anyone.

3 things

1. I always (Usually. Mostly.) hold the door open for people. Today, the person's comment made me happy. He said "Thank you very much, young lady." I said "No problem.*" Usually people only say "Thanks" or "Thank you" but this guy said "Thank you very much, young lady." That's FOUR extra words! And nice ones, too! He didn't say "Thank you, no not really. Ha!" That would be mean. And rude. And I'd stare him down 'til he ran home to his mommy! Mwahaha!

2. Little things bug me. Like when I lifted up my bag from a table and everything spilled out onto the ground. And when I smushed my finger under me when I tried to lie down. And when the computer spazzes out and I loose all my writing or what ever else I was doing! When someone's little icon thingie says that they're on IM, but they're not! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

3. I need to blog more often. I think you've all stoped reading by now. If you haven't, you're a COOL PERSON!! Everyone else is LAME!!! And...yeah.


*I feel like if I say "You're welcome", it seems like I did it just for the satisfaction of being appreciated. If I say "Any time", and I know them, they might take that response for granted and have me do their unfavorable tasks. But if I say "No problem", it's like I do it all the time and it's no biggie. It's like a happy medium. (If you want your fourtune told, I'd pick the happy medium. lol)

I'm burnin up! (Left to right: Nick, Joe, Kevin)

Ok, I have some serious updating to do. My first post isn't even close to true, now!

So, I went to the Jonas Brothers concert in Irvine on the 12 of July. The opening act was Demi Lovato, and she wasn't that great. Then some people started sending text messages to some screens on stage and they began popping up between acts. One was, "Scream if you love the Jonas brothers". Another was, "Don't you catch a glipse of heaven when you look in Joe's eyes??". Of course, I hated JB, so I kinda stood there. Awkwardly, of course.

The JoBros finally came on stage after probably a little bit less than an an hour of texting and commercials. Everyone (save the dads, boyfriends, and brothers that were dragged along with other concert goers) was screaming. I have to admit to letting out a scream or two, but that was just because I didn't have to watch ads any longer. They started singing, and everyone sang along. Even me. Before long, I found my self jumping up and down, singing at the top of my lungs, and yelling with the other girls from our party group. When the Jonas Brothers sang certain lyrics, my bffl, Gabby, and I screamed responses. Here's what it was like.

"When you look me in the eyes"

JB: When you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love me.

Us:I love you!!

"S.O.S"

JB: It's the call I'll never get.

Us: I'll call you!

"Burnin' up"

JB: I 'm burnin up, burnin up, for you baby.

Us: I'm burnin up, burnin up, for ____* Jonas!

Nick Jonas told his diabetes story** and then sang the song about it***, which made everyone cry. We were so in love with the Jonas Brothers, that there was an encore. They sang "S.O.S." for the first time that night, and "Burnin' up" again. Durring "Burnin' up", there were fire graphics on the screen that had previously hosted texts. In the middle of the song, two on-stage cannons shot out flames.

Afterwords, Gabby couldn't stop saying, "They're hhhot! With a capital huh!" I couldn't stop saying that I was "Burnin' up, burnin' up, for Joe Jonas!!" And I still am.

So, as you can plainly see, I now love the Jonas Brothers. Sorry to hurt anyone's musical feelings, but Gabby and Emma are right. They are hot! They're music isn't close to the best, but they're definately hot!!

*Substitute blank for Nick or Joe. Kevin isn't an option.

**About 2 and a half years ago, Nick was diagnosed with diabetes. He and his brothers were devistated. Nick feared for his music career, and his life. He wrote his song, and made a vow to himself: that he wouldn't let diabetes slow him down. He added to is heart breaking speech,"And it hasn't."

***The song's called A little bit longer. I beleive the album comes out August 15.

Ahhh...Memories (Hold tight, this one's longer!)

I think that today I've finally realized that time's not gonna wait for me to get ready to become a year older or a grade higher. Time's just gonna keep on going and, eventually, leave me in the dust. I need to be able to move on, and not get stuck reminiscing. I will have to get rid of old items which I used to defend by stating that "they bring back memories". Items can't store my memories for me, I do.



This came to me today when my mom told me to look through my closet and find things to give away. Things were going great, and I found a fair amount of unwanted clothes, until I got to my pajama drawer. As soon as I started looking through and pulling everything out to get a closer look, I found that most of the stuff in there had a great sentimental value to me.



I bunched the pajama drawer's contents into a giant wad and held them in my arms as memories flooded my mind. Memories that I hadn't thought about for months, some even for years. I was living at my Grandma and Babajoon's house with them, my mom, and my papa. Then I was at Round Meadow, then my current house (with my mom). Sierra Canyon Day Camp in the summer, Astro Camp in 6th grade.

When reality interrupted my memories, I began to think about the important things at my papa's house. My plastic crate flooded with toy weapons: The clear plastic colt revolver with the yellow barrel and the Scotch tape around the blue handle belonging to my cousin John; the hard black and wood-patterned plastic colt revolver missing the hammer also belonging to John; the hollow axehead that split in two when it hit the diving board while John and I were slicing zombies in play; the flimsy scimitar that damaged the spineless cactus we call "Lumpy"; the previously neon-orange toy resembling a Glock 17 that John admitted to stupidly coloring black with a Sharpie for Halloween and being accused of carrying a gun; the clear orange-tinted gun belonging to John engraved with "Machine gun" (Pistol), which it is clearly not, with duct tape wrapped around the barrel; the sword (now a small ax) whose blade was beaten off in another incident at the diving board; the Nerf Rapid Fire Machine guns that John's older brother Chris would shoot simultaneously at the two of us while we hid behind the couches in the den; the Star Wars gun (that I can't identify as being in any of the movies) that John and I dropped in the pool multiple times, for each time the sound would turn on and then off and vice versa; the small fluorescent green pistol that I would carry I my pocket wherever I went, should John yell "zombies!". Last but definitely not least, the Medieval Weapon Art catalogs that I shared with Emma and Cynthia in our games.

Those memories are just a few that lace my mom's and my papa's houses. They all mean much more to me than most of you could imagine. Thanks for reading this whole thing. And here we go again...

What Bugs Me: Time's going too fast for me! Slow down!!

Can I have a Nelson??? Please???

I recently went on a road trip all over Arizona (note to self: don't ever go to Arizona in the summer again! Any other time is fine, unless you have an uncontrolable urge to watch your skin bubble and boil in front of your own eyes.) and met the sweetest, cutest, most charismatic little dood! His name was Hokey.

I called him Nelson*.

He was a full grown miniture llama.

Nelson loved it when you blew up his nose. Since I was just the right height for him, he could rest his head on my chest while I leaned back a bit and blew up his nose as hard as I could. At that point his lips would flare back and he'd walk closer. Of course, I'd have to scoot backwards. Eventually, if I had blown up his nose long enough, Nelson's eyes would glaze over. Then, the nose-blowing would be interrupted and the cycle would repeat.

I want a Nelson!!

You may think that this only makes me happy, and doesn't bug me at all, ("so, why is Patch writing this here?") but, in fact, it belongs. What bugs me is that I can't have a Nelson!!!

*I called him Nelson after the character from the Simpsons.

Jonas Brothers...UGH!

Yo!

Well, my buddy's having this party and I kinda have to go. And it wasn't till well after I had accepted when I found out that we're going to a Jonas Brothers concert!!:-(( (Btw, if you don't know anything about me...I hate the Jonas Brothers!)
Now, that bugs me!!

Picture this: thousands of screaming girls (I'm not even kidding) crammed together all because a stupid boy band is screeching out some songs that practically make me want to puke in my own hair. And what's with their girlie gasps between words?? I can't believe that anyone could find that appealing coming from anyone...let alone three guys!

As if that wasn't bad enough, I have to go. Thousands of screaming girls...and me. A girl (in love with rock, not boy bands) who apparently has nothing better to do than go to a concert that has the power to flush her "misfit" reputation down the drain, and still have time to go to the after party. Well isn't this just grand.

At least I won't have my brain reduced to a lump of mud by their parasitic verses* and cancerous choruses. I'm stronger than their so-called "good looks**". I'm better than that.




* Haha. Parasitic Verse. The best name for a heavy metal band. Haha.

** I know a girl who actually thinks that the Jonas Brothers are "hot". Haha. I pity her.