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!!