Friday, September 28, 2007


I work at a bowling alley. Not really a cool bowling alley. We don't have much for food. I live in a tiny town, so usually I'm the only one working. Not that this is at all a bad thing. Call me a nerd, but I happen to consider the bowling alley my third favorite place to be in my town (first being my house and second, church, again, I'm a nerd). I have my own bowling shoes. Which, by the way, are really from the bowling alley and are quite old, and even though many feet have been in them before mine, I proudly call them my own. I even bowl on league for the first time this year. Not that I'm at all good. My scores last Thursday were 91, 127, and 115. I know, I don't know what my problem is with that first game. I should have taken a practice throw... anyway, I just wanted to say, that right now, I'm working at the bowling alley.

Friday, September 21, 2007


Homecoming. I almost don't even want to get into it. It's halfway through the day, Friday, the last day of the homecoming week madness. I really do want to quit. Let me tell you why:

1.) I don't have anyone's jersey. It's like a tradition not to be wreckened with. You find a guy's jersey and wear it. Usually it's like a guy you like's or your boyfriend's, if you are lucky. I was lucky my freshman year. I not only got a senior's, but he was good at football (not this fact mattered to me), he was also the guy I liked and about a week or so later, we started going out. Brace yourself, I'm about to make a reference to The Hills, that guy was like Jason to my Lauren. But that's a topic for another time. I don't have anyone's jersey today. I know in the grand scheme of things, that doesn't matter. Yet it makes me sad nonetheless.

2.) Bonfires are fun. I've always enjoyed them before. However, last night, I was saying how I enjoyed bonfires. Our youth group is having a bonfire after the game for those who are either youth group groupies (like me) or the people who hate dances and instead love s'mores. While, I love s'mores. My friend pointed out, "Ah, youth group bonfires, people always hold hands." I will ignore the fact that their next statement was, "I know someone who if you call might come." Whatever, that was a jerky response, since it was an insult. However, it might me realize that I'm alone. I know, I'm in high school and I don't need a boyfriend. However, all my friends seem to have found someone. I know, I'm a loser. I'm still in the process of getting okay with it, but right now, I'm still lonely.

3.) I don't understand football, but we will probably lose the game.

4.) I'm just really sick of homecoming and want to be out of high school. Too bad I'm only a junior.

Now, I'm going to be positive and just to think of happy things about the rest of today and tonight:

1.) I do indeed love s'mores. They are yummy.

2.) I like hanging out with my friends at football games. I usually always sit by Dixie and Trevor and they are my friends. Hopefully their coupleness doesn't drive my crazy.

3.) ...I love s'mores.

Oh, that didn't work at all.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Justice at its best is love correcting everything that stands against love - Martin Luther King, Jr.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Oh, You Know

I'm in Computer App. again. It really seems I get a lot done in this class, doesn't it? Not that that question is for anyone since no one reads this, which is sad, because thanks to the subscription on xanga where they would just email you when someone updates, my xanga got a nice little faithful following. Sad to say that my writing isn't witty or deep enough for people to have to type in the web address and actually take the time to read it. Sad day indeed. More so because xanga is blocked at the school.

However, I do believe in order to have a blog, you mustn't always write to just get people's admiration or anything. I realize that there are words everyone has in their head, but true bloggers must realize not everything is a hit right away. I don't know why I'm talking about this... this won't get my reader numbers up.

Quite honestly, I don't have much to say. Lunch was a gross sub in a package that was soggy on the bottom. The chips were plain and there wasn't any dip. And I do have a deep love for chip dip. It's not up there with my love of Burget King's chicken fries, but it's still on the list. I'm really just bored and can ramble really well. If that were a talent, I would be so talented that someone would give me a tv-show. Actually, I've seen MTV, so really, if I were just more popular and lived in California, someone would get me a TV-show. No one there really has talent.

I'm so sick of Britney Spears. My mom sometimes watched Extra and ET after school and seriously, Britney Spears has almost always done something retarded. I couldn't less care about whether or not she has the sense to put underwear on or is stupid enough to shave her head, or party so she doesn't remember the words to songs. I don't care. I really hate like every show that talks about celebrities, I hate hearing about celebrities. I'm sick of it. They are annoying. Of course, the news about real issues is just depressing. At least you can laugh at celebrities.

I'm sure I can find something better to do than ramble.


Just wait.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Writing Saves Lives... Perhaps

My English teacher told me that you should write everyday. I think you should trust everything my English teacher said because a) He's a college professor; I am taking it for duel enrollment and because b) we spent just about 50 minutes discussing the definitions of four words--enormity, fulsome, noisome, and capital--and that was just about it. It was a great chunk of time in which not much of anything was accomplished besides expanding our vocabulary with words half of the class probably will forget in five years. I get sidetracked very easily. My point is that you should write everyday. Actually, we covered many different things today in class, I learned a lot the more I think about it. Writing everyday, was really my teacher's point, I will not steal his point. He was telling us that if you write everday, you have a better chance of not being depressed. However, we found a flaw in the fact--suicide letters. You have to write letters. And then kill yourself, which probably more likely than not had to do with depression. I sure hope happy people don't kill themselves. This is sad. I want to talk about something happy again.

Pink bunnies.

Nope, I really got nothing. I have a paper to write by Monday. On a topic of my choice, of which I have no idea to write. Oh, well. By the way, I'm typing this in my Computer App. class, where I am always so focused. My point is, I have a Chemistry test next hour. We can listen to ipods in this class and since I love shuffling the songs, "Chapstick, Chapped lips, and Things Like Chemistry" by Relient K always plays and then I want to giggle, because Chemistry is my next class.

More pink bunnies.

I am listening to Jonezetta right now, so I probably won't hear Relient K sing to me about Chemistry, maybe I should, maybe it would be good luck before my test.


"it's chapstick, and chapped lips, and things like chemistry/can i relate to you the way you relate to me/can you help me out with my chemistry"