Alas, Dear reader, the time has come: FOR ANOTHER BLOG POST WOOHOO

Four score and seven years ago, I gave up on this blog from the sheer exhaustion that seems to have accompanied my daily life up until this point and time.

 

 

Senior year is dragging me down. My goal for the month of February is to go to bed by 12 so I can get a full 6 hours of unperturbed sleep. Of course it seems very impossible, and it probably is. But that my dear readers is why it is called a GOAL.. perhaps "dream" would be a better world, seeing as the thought of getting enough sleep to last the day without passing out is just as likely to occur as me being able to attain my lifelong goal of eating an entire thing of nacho cheese dip without barfing. But you know, miracles do happen.

 

Take KFC for instance, it is a miracle in itself.

 

 

 

 

"KFC TORTURES CHICKENS" oh yea? What a dumb saying. KFC EATS CHICKENS! That's  a better one... Yea that's right. They fry them babies up and slather them in crispy love.

 

God knows what they do to that chicken (if it can even be called that) and yet the end product is delicious golden crunchy kentucky fried goodness, so I'm willing to let the pre-product slide. Is that horrible? Yes. Do I care as I lick the greasy goodness off my fingers? No.

 

Anyways, this past January has been marked by a plethora of a seemingly endless string of activities that have kept my mind and body in a constant state of unrest, casually accompanied by fitfull sleep. I swear, I have the weirdest dreams... If only I could remember them long enough to tell them to you.

 

I saw Frozen. I don't think I should say more for fear of A) Spoiling the show B) This might turn into a fangirl rant. In any case. Frozen was amazing, and you should see it. period.

 

 

See that face? That is why you should see FROZEN.

 

So cute story. I got home from school, it was late, I was run down, tired, as usual. And my Dad sort of sighs and goes "I'm going to go see Frozen with your mom and your little sister". And my face was something along the lines of pure joy. So he looked at me and very slowly said, "Would you like to come?" I swear I was 3 years old again, I was dancing around my house going "I'm gonna go see FROZEN! I'm gonna go see FROZEN!" I'm so mature.

 

Well aside from being probably the randomest of my blog posts, it's been fun.

 

 

Favorite Quote:

 

The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list.

Tis that season

Oh tis the season of frantic shopping, over spending, financial ruin, fat men, rude shoppers, obnoxious sales people, repetitive overplayed songs, overpriced candy, and just a hint of holiday spirit. And that my friends sums up the beginning and end of this joyous occasion.. and yet

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the mall
Shoppers were pushing and having a brawl
The cashiers had set up the display cases with care
Then they watched as the mobs took it down with a tear.
The stores were all snug, filled with shoppers galore
Buying and buying, wanting, more and more.
I in my hoodie and my Dad in his cap
Walked into this mess, never suspecting the trap.
There we stood in that line for three hours
Just long enough, to make everyone sour
People were whining and throwing a fit
Stomping their feet and moaning a bit
It was annoying, and I was annoyed
This "joyous occasion" had destroyed all my joy.
I was sad, frustrated, angry, and confused.
So I sat and moped, and sang those sad blues.
Suddenly in the corner, a small voice was heard
It was a young girl singing, with a voice like a bird
A beautiful melody, about Peace on Earth,
and it was then that I decided to have some self-worth
The familiar carol, I knew all too well
Flew from my lungs, I was under the spell
I sang with that girl, as she finished the song
And some people joined in, and we all sang along
Then we sang more tunes, and the fog seemed to clear
Because this was a memory, we would always hold dear.
Singing in the mall, on that Christmas Eve
It gave me hope, it helped me to believe
That joy does exist in the littles places.
And these moments are to be cherished and never be wasted.

Merry Christmas.. one and all


Favorite Quote:
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did–in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the passengers in his car.

The Prodigal Son...(daughter)....(sister)...

Well, Ms. bright and beautiful landed on planet home last night, after 3 months away in the galaxy called college, where she has endeavored in the spiritual and freeing aspects that accompany limited parental access. She brought along with her an enormous suitcase filled with dirty laundry, the laptop she scored for $200, a waterbottle that filters itself, and news of the world, outside of our quaint little circle of life. Needless to say, I missed her.

And I'm pretty sure she missed us too...

Pretty sure...

And yet, after 3 months of limited communication,  all I could think to say to her was, "Wow, I don't remember you being that short..."

Maybe it was the distance, maybe I've grown up, maybe we've both just changed, but I felt this awkward presence in the house ever since.

My parents atone my miserable mood to the fact that I'm jealous and feel neglected now that the glorious college student has finally come home. But that couldn't possibly true.

What really irks me though, is the fact that she treats me like I'm 7. Granted, yes, she's the older sister. Technically she has a certain inalienable right over me and my little sister, one that has existed ever since Cain and Able popped their little heads into humanity.

Here's an example. She was looking for this long pillow that she had in her room prior to her college-ing days, right? So she comes down stairs and bangs into my room. and I told her it wasn't in my room, but she ignored me and came in anyway. And told me she didn't trust me, and left. Whaaaat!?!

Don't get me wrong, I love my sister, and I'd do anything for her. But I'm a senior. A SENIOR! She thinks just cause she's been to college that she's all high and mighty up on her scholarship horse.

In the end, it really all comes down to, me. Me and my intolerance. It's really  my fault this is causing me so much angst. She was just looking for her pillow, and I yelled at her. I need patience... Because My sister is one of the greatest people I know. She's so smart, and she's the only person who can make me fall off the couch laughing. She's so confident and okay with herself, it's unbearable.
She's beautiful, and wonderful, and you know we all have our faults. It's knowing that you can accept them, that makes us family.

Favorite Quote:

My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start. So far I’ve finished two bags of M&Ms and a chocolate cake. I feel better already.

No touchy....no touch

I hate hugs. It makes my skin crawl. Everytime someone goes to give me a hug I get really tensed up and I just sit there with awkward back patting motions, hoping that my hug feels someone what warm and comforting.

Then there are those people who just have to touch you. It's like, they constantly need that 5th sense in their body to be constantly indulged with human interraction.  And, frankly, I don't react well to such people. It normally starts with, "What do you think you're doing?" and ends with "Touch me again and I'll cut off your hands."

 

 

Trust me, it's happened more than once. And everytime I just spaz out

 

 

 

 

Of course, I have such a double standard on this it's actually really embarassing, because I love giving hugs. I really do. I love snuggling and being enveloped by a human's arms. But I hate embracing hugs... it's weird. 

It's ok Mr. Turkey, I didn't forget about you

 

Now I know you all feel this way, because I do too. WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THANKSGIVING? You walk into anystore right now and you are guaranteed to be smacked by Christmas. I know everyone is ranting about this, but I swear I was this close to punching someone when I walked into the grocery store looking for halloween candy and almost snowplowed santa to the ground. And it was like, "What are you doing here?"

In lieu of my pain, I wrote a poem.

Tis the Season

 

Although this season should be jolly

Malls are filled with Christmas folly

Clothes and shoes and games galore

Line the shelves out to the door

Stressed out parents stand in line

Listening to their children whine

Selfish people push and shove

Never caring or showing love

As I watched, very bemused

Dazed men walked around confused

Just trying to buy their wives a gift

But instead get lost in the frazzled rift

I think this season has become

A competition to more than some

While people strive to buy the best

They put themselves into more debt

Seems Christmas is about getting more

Which is why this season I do abhor

 

Amen

It's just frustrating, honestly. I love Thanksgiving, it's my favorite time of the year. It's the only time when not gaining 30 lbs while eating the holy grail of carbs is considered rude. And granted, yes it is a heartwarming celebration of family and gratefulness, but honestly, it might as well as be called Thank-the-dear-lord-mom's-a-great-cook day.

 

Favorite Quote:

Dogs have masters. Cats have staff.

 

 

 

 

 

I was feeling peachy

Tuesday... that day after Monday.

 “Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours.
”
― Jarod Kintz, This Book Title is Invisible

Except for the fact that Tuesday is more like Monday plus 24 hours. Which if you think about it, is kind of depressing on a deep spiritual level that can only truly be understood by the sleep deprived. And of course this all ties back to my lack of sleep due to homework, activities, and my inability to shut the TV off at midnight. Netflix is just too beautiful.

Ok, does anyone here read a book, even a picture book? (haha I can just see your faces dropping with dread)

Now you have to understand, I don't hate books, I genuinely enjoy their presence on earth. However, this doesn't mean I spend my time sitting in the middle of a library surrounded by every novel I can get my hands on, completely ostrasizing my self from the real world, whose only friends are those in books, with no hopes of digging myself out of the fantasy reality I created for myself. 

Unlike our little friend here...

But I do enjoy a good page turner here and there.

List of reasons why books can sometimes be beneficial in the "real world"

You Can...

1. Ascertain a highly functional fully extraneous vocabulary
2. Impress that super hot super smart nerd
3. Chop it up and make art
4. Learn the proper spelling of words like erogenous and introvert
5. Pass the time
6. Dig yourself out of the deepest pits of boredom
7. I mean, worse comes to worse you could always just use it for firewood during a zombie apocalypse, who says you even have to read it?

Reading doesn't even have to be something functional, like a book. Think about it, odds are if you're a teenager, your life evolves around the necessity to read.

• texts
• textbooks
• fastfood signs
• clothing tags
• facebook posts
• any kind of posts
• any kind of media
• movie titles
• anime titles
• t-shirts
• name brands
• my blog

So anytime anyone gives you hard time about your reading or lack there of, just point to this post.

Favorite Books/Plays:

1. The Good Earth by Pearl S Buck
2. Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss
3. The Giver by Lois Lowry
4. Crime and Punishment by  Fyodor Dostoyevsky
5. Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card
6. Chocolate Wars by Robert Cormier
7. A Street Car Named Desire by Tennesse Williams
8. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
9. Macbeth by William Shakespeare
10. Animal Farm by George Orwell
11. Frankenstein by Mary Shelly
12. Othello by William Shakespeare
13. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
14. Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
15. Grendel by  John Gardner
16. Harry Potter (Every Book) by J.K. Rowling

Rebecca talking about hedgehogs will only make you sad again... yea I know.... now stop having a conversation with yourself and move on with the post...

So, my time has been well, in the gutter really. To be frank about it. I feel like I never have enough sleep and I'm constantly doing something and I never have time to just sit back and...relax. Is this a complaint? Well, yeah. It is. I really haven't put something clever and witty out in a while so I decided, TODAY IS THAT DAY... well actually to be more precise it would have to be TONIGHT IS THAT PRACTICALLY MIDNIGHT!

Whoever said senior year is easy LIED! Senior year was never easy. Whoever said that never went to my highschool, or highschool in general.

But thanks to my rigorous schedule of constant movement, that goal seems so unattainable right now, like as unreachable as pluto getting reinstated into NASA as a planet.

 

Anyways I tried to persuade my mom that getting a hedgehog would be beneficial in creating a calming and soothing atmosphere to the household, but she shot down my allegations with a stern look and "Aren't hedgehog's illegal in PA". The truth is, well yeah they are.. some idiot had to go label them a "wild animal"... I mean come on

Does that look like a wild animal to you? It's so cute! I wanna cry.... So whatever person said that, they must have been heartless heathens hell bent on the destruction of my happiness, but you know "whatever" for the good of mankind and all.

Well it's it's officially 54 minutes before midnight and I have to go rest my weary head on a pillow for 6 hours then revive myself. I swear, one day I'm just not going to wake up and my parents are going to have to use electric shock therapy just to pop some life back into my listless body. (Wow that kind of got intense...that should be real. People should sell electricity sticks and call them Shock-me-silly... or something tacky like that)

I really should get to bed, if I don't I might get branded the irresponsible one by the teachers if I keep falling asleep during their classes. (Hey it's not my fault the Religion classroom is really warm and soothing, and practically rocks me to sleep).

Quote for the Day:

The scientific theory I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage.