Hihi!
Okay, so:
MANY APOLOGIES! to anybody who reads this for our neglect. We're very sorry. [I have the authority to speak for both of us.]
Molly has had a FANTAFREAKINGMAZING summer, but I doubt she'll write about it all here because she's a lazy bum. I wouldn't either, if I were her, so that's okay.
I haven't blogged out of... well, lack of anything to share on here. I have, however, been writing LOTS on my tumblr, so go check it out! [link in the sidebar]
SUMMER... in as few words as possible.
AWFUL! Summer school. Failed math. Passed French, barely. Dad got a job, moved away. I was basically anorexic for a month, and got less than 4 hours of sleep every night for that same month. It wasn't pleasant.
There's a few other things, but insignificant.
SO, now it's my "summer", although summer is really "over" for most people.
LUCKILY, that means Molly is home and so am I, and we FINALLY GOT A MAlly DAY!!!!!!!
Of course this deserves a blog post, after a very prolonged absence!
[Molly gave the layout a thumbs up, so we're keeping it. I don't want to have to spend forever messing with it again, so it may be here to stay. Hope you don't mind?]
And that MAlly day... was a very long time ago, so now I won't talk about it.
Ha, I FAIL!
What happened was we went to our friend Reharrison's house, intending to have him answer the VERY DIFFICULT QUESTION of which one of us is Smarter, and he avoided it. So, we refused to leave, and ended up staying long enough to watch "Epic Movie". It is a TERRIBLE movie, and you shouldn't watch it, but that was the 2nd time Molly and I have seen it. It was made amusing by our comments, and Reharrison didn't seem to think it was that bad. (He was watching our reactions and laughing at us the whole time.)
He walked us back to Molly's house, and we danced up and down the streets. Twas fun.
Anyway, I have to go do homework now because it's the school year!
I was going to post some quotes, but I forget them. Sorry... They were epic and inappropriate and hysterical. Disappointing, I know.
Muchos amour, if you're still reading this (WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Just kidding. -love-)
-Aly
Monday, July 20, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Re-definition
Hello!
Cromy-Crom (the other XC coach) is back from vacation now. He's a bit concerned about me; not because I missed 8:30 practice yesterday, but my (explanation of) why.
You see, what happened was... I fell asleep at 6:45, which isn't a weird time for me to be going to sleep these days. I got up at 9.
Upon hearing this, he got That Look... the one of "fatherly concern". He drilled me about possible reasons why, which I sheepishly answered, promising to go to bed earlier. Not like it would help.
Anyway, I got more sleep last night, due to the fact that I went to bed earlier, when I felt sickly. I slept until noon today, putting me at a good 8-ish hours of sleep if you factor in my hour-long siesta.
While I was running today, I was thinking about the term "rebonjour". I learned this word when I read Words in a French Life by Kristin Espinasse, a book my dad had found at the used bookstore a few months ago and purchased.
Cromy-Crom (the other XC coach) is back from vacation now. He's a bit concerned about me; not because I missed 8:30 practice yesterday, but my (explanation of) why.
You see, what happened was... I fell asleep at 6:45, which isn't a weird time for me to be going to sleep these days. I got up at 9.
Upon hearing this, he got That Look... the one of "fatherly concern". He drilled me about possible reasons why, which I sheepishly answered, promising to go to bed earlier. Not like it would help.
Anyway, I got more sleep last night, due to the fact that I went to bed earlier, when I felt sickly. I slept until noon today, putting me at a good 8-ish hours of sleep if you factor in my hour-long siesta.
While I was running today, I was thinking about the term "rebonjour". I learned this word when I read Words in a French Life by Kristin Espinasse, a book my dad had found at the used bookstore a few months ago and purchased.
In France, if you want to seem even more odd to the French, just say "Hello" one time too many. Les Français don't understand the Anglophone affinity for repeating "Hello" at another point in a twenty-four-hour time frame. The French say "Bonjour" once-- point final.
That said, the Frenchies have come up with a way to regree one another, using the ultrapopular term rebonjour.
~From Words in a French Life, pg 236
That said, the Frenchies have come up with a way to regree one another, using the ultrapopular term rebonjour.
~From Words in a French Life, pg 236
I was thinking about it because while Mixtape and I ran our four miles in the woods behind the college near the Gardens, we kept seeing this couple running with their unleashed dogs. I smiled and said "Hello!', and they apologized for their happy pups running up to us and excitedly greeting these sweaty barely-clothed high schoolers, and smiled and waved as they continued their own run. We saw them again a few miles later, and I greeted them, laughing, saying "Hello again!" They replied "Hiya!" and kept running. I wasn't feeling relating to French at that point, but now it strikes me; rebonjour.
Hello again.
Now that I think about it, we say "Hello again" to a lot of things. For many people, each day is a "hello again". As in, "hello again, world!", and then they do the same things they have already done.
I am one of these people right now, with the exception of Random Adventures. My life is in a "hello again" stage right now. I don't like it. I'm prone to periods of Urge-to-Flee, where I can't sit still, can't focus, and generally just want to elsewhere, doing something else with my time. I'm not unhappy with my life, per se, but I'm not entirely content with it, either.
This prompts me to ask: why not change?
When there's an issue in your life, something you aren't satisfied with; why not change it? Change your perspective. Change your interactions with people. Change your relationships. Change your activities. Change your focus, your priorities, your use of your time. It's better than saying "hello again" to whatever it is in your life that isn't giving you a fresh new day, EVERY day.
Elphaba is a brilliant person. She notices things about people and situations, and acts to correct problems. Yet, the boy she liked has been confusing her for a few days. She told him about her feelings a few days after he got a girlfriend, and he promised that, despite being unable to respond well to her confession (since he had a girlfriend and was graduating), the two of them would remain friends.
After she shared that message with me, I realized something: my whatever with Dumbo is kinda like that recently. It's not a friendship. It's me, trying to hold on to a boy who has nothing to tie him to me, except the thin WHATEVER-this-relationship-is. It's me being pathetic, sending him an email at midnight and rambling about randomness, texting him when I feel like it, and not expecting an answer.
I think it's time to re-define.
Elphaba's on to something, there; that isn't friendship. What is it, then? Is there a word for a partial relationship? (one word. not two ;))
Re-defining, to me, seems like it is figuring out what is going on with your life, figuring out the reasons behind it, and fixing what you can.
I like the idea; I think I may try to re-define my life and relationships. How do I describe my days? Boring. I would like to say they are all worthwhile, fun, or just good. Am I happy? Not particularly. I'd like to be content, even happy. The problem is figuring out what I need to do to achieve that.
I have a pretty good idea what I need to start with, so I'm going to go do that now.
Best wishes!
-Aly
Hello again.
Now that I think about it, we say "Hello again" to a lot of things. For many people, each day is a "hello again". As in, "hello again, world!", and then they do the same things they have already done.
I am one of these people right now, with the exception of Random Adventures. My life is in a "hello again" stage right now. I don't like it. I'm prone to periods of Urge-to-Flee, where I can't sit still, can't focus, and generally just want to elsewhere, doing something else with my time. I'm not unhappy with my life, per se, but I'm not entirely content with it, either.
This prompts me to ask: why not change?
When there's an issue in your life, something you aren't satisfied with; why not change it? Change your perspective. Change your interactions with people. Change your relationships. Change your activities. Change your focus, your priorities, your use of your time. It's better than saying "hello again" to whatever it is in your life that isn't giving you a fresh new day, EVERY day.
Elphaba is a brilliant person. She notices things about people and situations, and acts to correct problems. Yet, the boy she liked has been confusing her for a few days. She told him about her feelings a few days after he got a girlfriend, and he promised that, despite being unable to respond well to her confession (since he had a girlfriend and was graduating), the two of them would remain friends.
Recently, he broke up with his girlfriend. The two of them have been talking on FIM for a while, and for awhile, he's been pretty unresponsive. His intial reaction and response in contrast to his more recent emotions and behavior confused Elphaba. She disliked the change in the relationship, and missed his friendship. Finding her bravery, she sent him a message, saying:
"You say that you like me too much to let us not be friends, yet what we have right now isn't a friendship. A friendship isn't having a one-sided conversation or having to struggle to keep a conversation. It isn't awkward and random 'hi, how are you's'. If this relationship is too awkward for you please let me know because right now it isn't a friendship. I'm starting to regret ever telling you THAT I had a crush because I liked our friendship before and it's not the same without it."After she shared that message with me, I realized something: my whatever with Dumbo is kinda like that recently. It's not a friendship. It's me, trying to hold on to a boy who has nothing to tie him to me, except the thin WHATEVER-this-relationship-is. It's me being pathetic, sending him an email at midnight and rambling about randomness, texting him when I feel like it, and not expecting an answer.
I think it's time to re-define.
Elphaba's on to something, there; that isn't friendship. What is it, then? Is there a word for a partial relationship? (one word. not two ;))
Re-defining, to me, seems like it is figuring out what is going on with your life, figuring out the reasons behind it, and fixing what you can.
I like the idea; I think I may try to re-define my life and relationships. How do I describe my days? Boring. I would like to say they are all worthwhile, fun, or just good. Am I happy? Not particularly. I'd like to be content, even happy. The problem is figuring out what I need to do to achieve that.
I have a pretty good idea what I need to start with, so I'm going to go do that now.
Best wishes!
-Aly
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Fourth of July Weekend
Hihi!
Okay, so Molly is BACK! In the UNITED STATES!
Except now she's at Christian Camp with Rorito. They have a cabin with Jamber, the AWFULLY TERRIBLE EX-FRESHMAN from the cross-country team last year!
The SAME girl in regards to whom I said the "F" word... for the first time ever. [interesting story...]
I feel sorry for them. That's awful. It's quite amusing, though. I mean... Jamber... she almost got expelled this past year for indecent *cough* actions while at school. She had/has? a fiance... and two Hispanic guys got into a BIG FIGHT over her. The gym teacher jumped on one of them. o.O
Anyway.
This past weekend was AMAZING, despite the fact that I'm sorta-kinda grounded and I have-or-had (I'm not sure) my driving privileges revoked (by my mother. I was home 7 minutes after curfew on Thursday).
Saturday, July 4th
HAPPY BLOW THINGS UP IN HONOR OF OUR NATION'S BIRTHDAY DAY/
Happy Fourth of July/
Happy Independence Day
Saturdays are Long Run Days, but because there weren't many people in town, Coach Wow decided that we would run at The Gardens at 9:00 (a compromise time, since we didn't want to get up). Only four people showed up, plus Coach Wow. She promised us a Special Treat if we showed up, but then Debeast emailed everybody the wrong time, so only those of us who showed up to practice on Friday knew what was actually going on.
As it turns out, The Gardens are a good place to have a long run. At least, they were Saturday. We only went five miles, except for Coach Wow and Shuffle, who were like "LET'S GO SEVEN! JALWOULJFFJLA! :D!"
Which APPARENTLY, was a bad idea, because Coach Wow fell and injured herself. They were just running along, all happy and chatting, and then BAM! Coach Wow tumbles over a root, cuts up her elbow, and possibly breaks her arm. Normally, such an occurrance is very rare, due to the fact that we KNOW where ALL THE ROOTS are. I think it was the mental oddness resulting from the extra mileage. Running that far on a different route is bound to mess with your mind.
The battle wound was bleeding quite a bit, so when they came back (at a much more subdued pace), Nico, Mixtape, and I freaked out. It was pouring blood, and looked awful. Coach Wow spent a while testing her elbow for alignment and any serious injury (like a dislocation), even doing half-pushups to make sure it wasn't broken. Our question was "What if it actually is broken?"... that would have hurt quite a bit. Luckily, she's alright.
The Special Treats she brought for us were ... "Special". Popsicles; Strawberry, Cotton Candy, or Lemonade, with a GUMMY CANDY in the tip. The Gummy Candy was brown and squishy... and tasted awful. Yet we each managed to eat two Popsicles anyway; only 35 calories, whoohoo! :D [pshh. Calories.]
Anyway, after returning home and taking a short (coughnicelongwarmcough) shower, Mom's friends started arriving. They were all late, actually. Karin and her boyfriend, Steve (I don't think his name is Steve but I don't remember his name and he seemed like a Steve) arrived, and then Sue and Bob arrived (an hour...or more... later) with their kids, Laura (who I was tutoring in French for a while) and Brian.
Steve is a new addition to the group, but I know Laura and Brian relatively well. Our families hung out around Christmas, and Brian and I had a 3-hour long Mario Kart Wii battle, which I think he won... by a small margin. So generally, I know him as MarioKartBoy, and I dreaded wasting another three hours of lifetime battling him at a stupid game because we are both so competitive that we refuse to admit defeat.
LUCKILY!, we avoided that this time, though I did almost hurt the boy because he's a Close-Minded-Football-Player-Conservative-Jerkwad. We ended up watching Taken downstairs (in the Cave), and he went on a Rant about How Safe America Is In Regards To Foreign Countries. I ignored his comment, and later looked up international crime rates to prove his stupidity. For the record, I was right, and he is incorrect.
Go America: http://www.nationmaster.com/graph/cri_tot_cri-crime-total-crimes *sarcasm*
Eventually, they left (after Brian and I got into a fight with "Bubbelz", the hardcore 42-oz bottle of Grape Bubbles that Elphaba and I bought at the Dollar Store last movie night), and I fled to Molly's house.
After convincing her parents that we WOULD be home by 7:15 for dinner, Molly and I climbed into my car, only to realize that there was a BIG HUGE RED FIREANT on my seat, heading in the General Direction of my "bahonkus" (as Rorito would say). This, of course, frightened us quite a bit, so we SPAZZZZZED out. There was screaming, jumping, pointing, more screaming, laughter, and yelling. Eventually I banished the ant from the car, and we calmed down enough to buckle up and begin our adventures.
Molly and I drove around for an hour or so, with the intent of creeping people like Bingo, Crant, and Benjamin. This plan failed because Bingo wasn't home, and we knew Benjamin wouldn't be home for awhile. So, we called Our Sophomore, Nwells, and informed her that we'd be coming to see her momentarily. But of course, I got lost in the three blocks from Bingo's house to Nwell's. We called again for directions, before realizing that I had passed it. By the time I parked in her driveway, the two of us were in hysterics again, and Nwells seemed a bit scared for our sanity.
Once we learned that Nwell's older brother wasn't home, we glanced at the time and grammed out of there, slower than a waterbuffalo running a 200 meter race. We scrambled (like eggs) to Benjamin's house to hear about his GIRLFRIEND FROM CAMP IN TEXAS! The story is cute. Shy, awkward, nerdy love. Awww. :)
We realized that we have made a Big Impact on his life, due to his Hug Training. Without the Hug Training, he wouldn't have Hugged his Girlfriend, which would be downright shameful. Thankfully, though, Benjamin is well-skilled in giving and receiving hugs now.
Once we had all the dirt on Benjamin and his Shy, Awkward, Nerdy Love, we proceeded to Crant's house, ran in for five minutes, told him the very abbreivated tale, and then fled once more. We confused his mother; she's used to us barging in and refusing to leave for large amounts of time.
...That's kind of sad, actually.
After consuming Tiny "Great American" (ORGANIC! Therefore okay!) Burgers on Large Sesame Seed Buns (to Compensate), we drove to my house until Molly's parents could pick us up to take us to see Fireworks. Except we forgot about our earlier Grand Scheme to kidnap Benjamin, so we wasted quite a bit of time on the road exiting my neighborhood, stalling with Monkeyface and her parents in the car, looking like a weird cluster of creepy people. Once we finally got ahold of the oh-so-elusive Benjamin, we sped over to his house, picking up him and Griffen, his friend and neighbor, whom Rorito hates for a silly reason.
Then... we went to see Failworks, because there was never a big enough BOOM!, and the show was rather uninteresting. Elphaba had amazing fireworks in FL, but here in NC, they lack enthusiasm or entertainment.
When I got home, Dad and I decided to watch Raising Arizona, which had memorable quotes (I'll put some at the end). I texted some of them to Dumbo and Elphaba, but Dumbo was a Lameface and never responded. He probably was a bit scared. Oh well. Elphaba thought it was funny, but then again, we send retarded quotes to each other on a regular basis. I got really sleepy après (after) drinking purple/indigo soda and eating lots of ice cream, but that wore off quickly once I went to my room. I stayed up until 3 or 4 AM, which is relatively early for me these days, and then slept until 11:30ish the next day.
Sunday, July 5th
Molly and I, being the amazing people that we are, decided to go to a late lunch at the Bagel Bakery, after which, we planned to Creep Bingo and claim our presents from his trip to Costa Rica.
Little did we know, when we entered the Bagel Bakery, that Bingo, as well as Forester, were already there... eating sandwiches. Just like we were about to do. It was a really freakily random coincidental "life-event". There were lots of hugs, and when Molly and I bought Giant Cinnamon Rolls with a Lot of Frosting, the two of them employed begging, pleading, puppy dog eyes, and other methods of beseeching while trying to convince us to share. Eventually, we shared and they proclaimed our great kindness. "Thriller" played, so Forester danced in his seat... but refused to get up to dance, because the choreographer from the play he and Bingo are in was at the Bagel Bakery as well.
Afterwards, the four of us drove to Bingo's house to retrouvez (retrieve) our cadeaux (gifts); Forester and I realized that our cars are Family-- we both have '01 Subarus [he has a Forester, of course; I have an Outback... the same color as his mother's Outback, coincidentally]. He declared that we MUST go "off-roading" sometime. Whee! [Oh, presents! Bingo got me a necklace with pink-orange beads and Molly a dog figure with a sign that says "WELCOME!" in Spanish, except that broke, so SuperDuperGlue.]
Finally, we had to leave... because Molly was leaving for Christian Camp with Rorito, and hadn't finished packing. I drove away just as Rorito came to pick her up.
Monday, July 6th
I couldn't fall asleep until 6:45 this morning, and I was supposed to run at 8:30. I woke up at 9. That's kind of sad, actually.
I wasted most of my day until 4ish, when I drove over to the Theatre to pick up Bingo, and DID NOT GET LOST! (That's new.) We drove to the Grocery Store, where we saw Molly's mom, who gave me 50 million hugs because she misses Molly quite a bit and I'm her "daughter". Kangaroo-kiddo was late, so I ate stinky cheese, which I had to follow up with cookies to get rid of the ew taste. The three of us -illegally ;)- drove around the creepy side of town, upon realizing that the restaurant we were going to was closed.
We eventually ended up at Mayberry's, a local ice cream shop. Bingo failed and copied my food, and then the waitress gave us "God Herpes" (don't ask). Kangaroo-kiddo is a Custard Snob, so we drove to the OTHER side of town (DOWNTOWN!), drove around looking for a parking spot, parked the wrong way, became confused by a parking meter, were frightened by a garbage truck, and finally, thieved custard from her dad's store (where she works). As it turns out, Kangaroo-kiddo does have a reason to be a Custard Snob... SO YUMMY! :D
Randomly, Rhymenoceros called Bingo (they had a Big Fight a few days ago and this was the first time they had spoken to each other since), prompting another trip BACK to the other side of town, to Rhymenoceros's house, where Forester was, too. Kangaroo-kiddo and I weren't invited to stay; Rhymenoceros isn't overly fond of me, it would seem.
The two of us had our revenge though; I now know where Rhymenoceros lives, and Kangaroo-kiddo directed me to Forester's house, where I met his mother. She is quite awesome, and does in fact have a twin car.
Now I've been home for a long time. I haven't accomplished anything except re-designing the blog template. (You like? :)) [Credit goes to some random person on some random site that I really don't remember the name of. oops.]
I have a headache. Ow.
I need to get something down now, though.
I hate insomnia.
QUOTES:
Hope you have a great day! :)
/Sleep well.
-Aly
P.S. Dad got the job in Nawlins (New Orleans). :'(
Okay, so Molly is BACK! In the UNITED STATES!
Except now she's at Christian Camp with Rorito. They have a cabin with Jamber, the AWFULLY TERRIBLE EX-FRESHMAN from the cross-country team last year!
The SAME girl in regards to whom I said the "F" word... for the first time ever. [interesting story...]
I feel sorry for them. That's awful. It's quite amusing, though. I mean... Jamber... she almost got expelled this past year for indecent *cough* actions while at school. She had/has? a fiance... and two Hispanic guys got into a BIG FIGHT over her. The gym teacher jumped on one of them. o.O
Anyway.
This past weekend was AMAZING, despite the fact that I'm sorta-kinda grounded and I have-or-had (I'm not sure) my driving privileges revoked (by my mother. I was home 7 minutes after curfew on Thursday).
Saturday, July 4th
HAPPY BLOW THINGS UP IN HONOR OF OUR NATION'S BIRTHDAY DAY/
Happy Fourth of July/
Happy Independence Day
Saturdays are Long Run Days, but because there weren't many people in town, Coach Wow decided that we would run at The Gardens at 9:00 (a compromise time, since we didn't want to get up). Only four people showed up, plus Coach Wow. She promised us a Special Treat if we showed up, but then Debeast emailed everybody the wrong time, so only those of us who showed up to practice on Friday knew what was actually going on.
As it turns out, The Gardens are a good place to have a long run. At least, they were Saturday. We only went five miles, except for Coach Wow and Shuffle, who were like "LET'S GO SEVEN! JALWOULJFFJLA! :D!"
Which APPARENTLY, was a bad idea, because Coach Wow fell and injured herself. They were just running along, all happy and chatting, and then BAM! Coach Wow tumbles over a root, cuts up her elbow, and possibly breaks her arm. Normally, such an occurrance is very rare, due to the fact that we KNOW where ALL THE ROOTS are. I think it was the mental oddness resulting from the extra mileage. Running that far on a different route is bound to mess with your mind.
The battle wound was bleeding quite a bit, so when they came back (at a much more subdued pace), Nico, Mixtape, and I freaked out. It was pouring blood, and looked awful. Coach Wow spent a while testing her elbow for alignment and any serious injury (like a dislocation), even doing half-pushups to make sure it wasn't broken. Our question was "What if it actually is broken?"... that would have hurt quite a bit. Luckily, she's alright.
The Special Treats she brought for us were ... "Special". Popsicles; Strawberry, Cotton Candy, or Lemonade, with a GUMMY CANDY in the tip. The Gummy Candy was brown and squishy... and tasted awful. Yet we each managed to eat two Popsicles anyway; only 35 calories, whoohoo! :D [pshh. Calories.]
Anyway, after returning home and taking a short (coughnicelongwarmcough) shower, Mom's friends started arriving. They were all late, actually. Karin and her boyfriend, Steve (I don't think his name is Steve but I don't remember his name and he seemed like a Steve) arrived, and then Sue and Bob arrived (an hour...or more... later) with their kids, Laura (who I was tutoring in French for a while) and Brian.
Steve is a new addition to the group, but I know Laura and Brian relatively well. Our families hung out around Christmas, and Brian and I had a 3-hour long Mario Kart Wii battle, which I think he won... by a small margin. So generally, I know him as MarioKartBoy, and I dreaded wasting another three hours of lifetime battling him at a stupid game because we are both so competitive that we refuse to admit defeat.
LUCKILY!, we avoided that this time, though I did almost hurt the boy because he's a Close-Minded-Football-Player-Conservative-Jerkwad. We ended up watching Taken downstairs (in the Cave), and he went on a Rant about How Safe America Is In Regards To Foreign Countries. I ignored his comment, and later looked up international crime rates to prove his stupidity. For the record, I was right, and he is incorrect.
Go America: http://www.nationmaster.com/graph/cri_tot_cri-crime-total-crimes *sarcasm*
Eventually, they left (after Brian and I got into a fight with "Bubbelz", the hardcore 42-oz bottle of Grape Bubbles that Elphaba and I bought at the Dollar Store last movie night), and I fled to Molly's house.
After convincing her parents that we WOULD be home by 7:15 for dinner, Molly and I climbed into my car, only to realize that there was a BIG HUGE RED FIREANT on my seat, heading in the General Direction of my "bahonkus" (as Rorito would say). This, of course, frightened us quite a bit, so we SPAZZZZZED out. There was screaming, jumping, pointing, more screaming, laughter, and yelling. Eventually I banished the ant from the car, and we calmed down enough to buckle up and begin our adventures.
Molly and I drove around for an hour or so, with the intent of creeping people like Bingo, Crant, and Benjamin. This plan failed because Bingo wasn't home, and we knew Benjamin wouldn't be home for awhile. So, we called Our Sophomore, Nwells, and informed her that we'd be coming to see her momentarily. But of course, I got lost in the three blocks from Bingo's house to Nwell's. We called again for directions, before realizing that I had passed it. By the time I parked in her driveway, the two of us were in hysterics again, and Nwells seemed a bit scared for our sanity.
Once we learned that Nwell's older brother wasn't home, we glanced at the time and grammed out of there, slower than a waterbuffalo running a 200 meter race. We scrambled (like eggs) to Benjamin's house to hear about his GIRLFRIEND FROM CAMP IN TEXAS! The story is cute. Shy, awkward, nerdy love. Awww. :)
We realized that we have made a Big Impact on his life, due to his Hug Training. Without the Hug Training, he wouldn't have Hugged his Girlfriend, which would be downright shameful. Thankfully, though, Benjamin is well-skilled in giving and receiving hugs now.
Once we had all the dirt on Benjamin and his Shy, Awkward, Nerdy Love, we proceeded to Crant's house, ran in for five minutes, told him the very abbreivated tale, and then fled once more. We confused his mother; she's used to us barging in and refusing to leave for large amounts of time.
...That's kind of sad, actually.
After consuming Tiny "Great American" (ORGANIC! Therefore okay!) Burgers on Large Sesame Seed Buns (to Compensate), we drove to my house until Molly's parents could pick us up to take us to see Fireworks. Except we forgot about our earlier Grand Scheme to kidnap Benjamin, so we wasted quite a bit of time on the road exiting my neighborhood, stalling with Monkeyface and her parents in the car, looking like a weird cluster of creepy people. Once we finally got ahold of the oh-so-elusive Benjamin, we sped over to his house, picking up him and Griffen, his friend and neighbor, whom Rorito hates for a silly reason.
Then... we went to see Failworks, because there was never a big enough BOOM!, and the show was rather uninteresting. Elphaba had amazing fireworks in FL, but here in NC, they lack enthusiasm or entertainment.
When I got home, Dad and I decided to watch Raising Arizona, which had memorable quotes (I'll put some at the end). I texted some of them to Dumbo and Elphaba, but Dumbo was a Lameface and never responded. He probably was a bit scared. Oh well. Elphaba thought it was funny, but then again, we send retarded quotes to each other on a regular basis. I got really sleepy après (after) drinking purple/indigo soda and eating lots of ice cream, but that wore off quickly once I went to my room. I stayed up until 3 or 4 AM, which is relatively early for me these days, and then slept until 11:30ish the next day.
Sunday, July 5th
Molly and I, being the amazing people that we are, decided to go to a late lunch at the Bagel Bakery, after which, we planned to Creep Bingo and claim our presents from his trip to Costa Rica.
Little did we know, when we entered the Bagel Bakery, that Bingo, as well as Forester, were already there... eating sandwiches. Just like we were about to do. It was a really freakily random coincidental "life-event". There were lots of hugs, and when Molly and I bought Giant Cinnamon Rolls with a Lot of Frosting, the two of them employed begging, pleading, puppy dog eyes, and other methods of beseeching while trying to convince us to share. Eventually, we shared and they proclaimed our great kindness. "Thriller" played, so Forester danced in his seat... but refused to get up to dance, because the choreographer from the play he and Bingo are in was at the Bagel Bakery as well.
Afterwards, the four of us drove to Bingo's house to retrouvez (retrieve) our cadeaux (gifts); Forester and I realized that our cars are Family-- we both have '01 Subarus [he has a Forester, of course; I have an Outback... the same color as his mother's Outback, coincidentally]. He declared that we MUST go "off-roading" sometime. Whee! [Oh, presents! Bingo got me a necklace with pink-orange beads and Molly a dog figure with a sign that says "WELCOME!" in Spanish, except that broke, so SuperDuperGlue.]
Finally, we had to leave... because Molly was leaving for Christian Camp with Rorito, and hadn't finished packing. I drove away just as Rorito came to pick her up.
Monday, July 6th
I couldn't fall asleep until 6:45 this morning, and I was supposed to run at 8:30. I woke up at 9. That's kind of sad, actually.
I wasted most of my day until 4ish, when I drove over to the Theatre to pick up Bingo, and DID NOT GET LOST! (That's new.) We drove to the Grocery Store, where we saw Molly's mom, who gave me 50 million hugs because she misses Molly quite a bit and I'm her "daughter". Kangaroo-kiddo was late, so I ate stinky cheese, which I had to follow up with cookies to get rid of the ew taste. The three of us -illegally ;)- drove around the creepy side of town, upon realizing that the restaurant we were going to was closed.
We eventually ended up at Mayberry's, a local ice cream shop. Bingo failed and copied my food, and then the waitress gave us "God Herpes" (don't ask). Kangaroo-kiddo is a Custard Snob, so we drove to the OTHER side of town (DOWNTOWN!), drove around looking for a parking spot, parked the wrong way, became confused by a parking meter, were frightened by a garbage truck, and finally, thieved custard from her dad's store (where she works). As it turns out, Kangaroo-kiddo does have a reason to be a Custard Snob... SO YUMMY! :D
Randomly, Rhymenoceros called Bingo (they had a Big Fight a few days ago and this was the first time they had spoken to each other since), prompting another trip BACK to the other side of town, to Rhymenoceros's house, where Forester was, too. Kangaroo-kiddo and I weren't invited to stay; Rhymenoceros isn't overly fond of me, it would seem.
The two of us had our revenge though; I now know where Rhymenoceros lives, and Kangaroo-kiddo directed me to Forester's house, where I met his mother. She is quite awesome, and does in fact have a twin car.
Now I've been home for a long time. I haven't accomplished anything except re-designing the blog template. (You like? :)) [Credit goes to some random person on some random site that I really don't remember the name of. oops.]
I have a headache. Ow.
I need to get something down now, though.
I hate insomnia.
QUOTES:
- Brian [creepily]: "I know what you did last summer."
Aly: "I know what your mom did last summer." - Dad: "Take 'em in there and tell 'em: if you don't take 'em we're gonna eat 'em."
- Bob: "If we had driven for another thirty minutes, we could be in New Hampshire by now!"
- Ed: "DON'T YOU COME BACK HERE WITHOUT A BABY!" [Raising Arizona]
- Hayseed in the Pickup: "Son, you got a panty on your head." [Raising Arizona]
- Bryan: "Now's not the time for dick-measuring, Stuart!" [Taken]
Hope you have a great day! :)
/Sleep well.
-Aly
P.S. Dad got the job in Nawlins (New Orleans). :'(
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I WANT OUT OF HERE.
ARGHHHHHH.
Dangit.
I can't tolerate being HERE anymore.
This house is AWFUL when my dad is away. He's off visting friends in other states, which is great, but I miss him. Being here with my mother and my brother only proves what I've known for years; I can't live with her.
She pushes me so easily. With little effort, she goes from kind to furious, and suddenly, she's yelling at me and I'm frustrated and yelling back. Defending myself, but it doesn't help.
So I end up sitting, with my back to her, blasting music and wishing that I couldn't hear her criticisms and her complaints. Her reason for anger is my procrastination, my different methods of work. She's upset because she lost the job she hoped to get, because of the poor words of her sources, the people she thought had a good view of her.
I don't BLAME her for taking her annoyance out on me, but I don't like it. I understand why she's upset, but I don't want to deal with that. She has the right to be annoyed, but she doesn't have to take it out on me.
I'm used to it, though. I am the scapegoat. She and I are complete opposites. It's easy for her to divert her anger onto me. I respond how she wants-- with anger. Until I give in and sit, with my back to her, holding back my harsh words; shaking from the effort.
I want out of this city. I am bored. I am sick of online school. There's nothing fun here, nothing to distract me. My friends feel like they're hundreds of miles away. Everybody is busy with their own thing, even if they're here. I'm trapped, though. I can't escape. I am obligated to stay, for school and cross-country. But I would rather be elsewhere.
I want out of my current situation.
My parents need to get a divorce. It would be DONE if Mother hadn't lost her job. My dad has his own company now-- which is helping. It's giving him the independence he craves, but he needs her support; at least in matters of money. I think that's how it's been for a while. They've stuck together for convenience. If they had a way to choose, they'd choose what is best for all of us. We're all stuck.
I want out of the mindset I've had for a few weeks. I want my sleep cycle back; I go to bed at 2 AM or later most days, and then I lie for hours, willing dreams to come. I can't break the cycle.
I feel terrible for Kitterbee. Her dog (Butterscotch! Molly's buddy!) is having surgery in less than an hour that he may not survive. I know the terrifying feeling of your dog's life hanging in the balance. I went through it two years ago, and yet I have no words of wisdom. All she can do is pray for the best. I'm hoping for the best, too. Butterscotch is so sweet, and doesn't deserve to die.
Worse than that, she found cigarettes in her mom's purse recently. She thought her mom quit a few years ago, after Kitterbee found cigarettes in her purse and freaked out. Her mom is like an adopted mom to "KATAM" and it SUCKS that she's doing something so awful to herself. Kitterbee hid her freak-out well, though; her mom doesn't know that she found the cigarettes. Her dad doesn't know. Kitterbee is lost about what to do; how do you tell your MOTHER that what she's doing is wrong? How do you deal with a parent's poor decisions? [Again, I have no idea.]
Argh, this is completely unhelpful. I need to rant properly. Too bad my rant-people are scattered around; Bingo's in Costa Rica on a mission trip (he SAID he'd be online earlier but wasn't), Flailure just came home from California and is sleeping, Molly's in EUROPE (without internet now), and Elphaba is... not online.
... Back to Online School now. Almost caught up with AFM, sorta. I'm not enjoying this.
*fighting the urge to flee*
Goodness. Somebody get online. Please.
-Aly
Dangit.
I can't tolerate being HERE anymore.
This house is AWFUL when my dad is away. He's off visting friends in other states, which is great, but I miss him. Being here with my mother and my brother only proves what I've known for years; I can't live with her.
She pushes me so easily. With little effort, she goes from kind to furious, and suddenly, she's yelling at me and I'm frustrated and yelling back. Defending myself, but it doesn't help.
So I end up sitting, with my back to her, blasting music and wishing that I couldn't hear her criticisms and her complaints. Her reason for anger is my procrastination, my different methods of work. She's upset because she lost the job she hoped to get, because of the poor words of her sources, the people she thought had a good view of her.
I don't BLAME her for taking her annoyance out on me, but I don't like it. I understand why she's upset, but I don't want to deal with that. She has the right to be annoyed, but she doesn't have to take it out on me.
I'm used to it, though. I am the scapegoat. She and I are complete opposites. It's easy for her to divert her anger onto me. I respond how she wants-- with anger. Until I give in and sit, with my back to her, holding back my harsh words; shaking from the effort.
I want out of this city. I am bored. I am sick of online school. There's nothing fun here, nothing to distract me. My friends feel like they're hundreds of miles away. Everybody is busy with their own thing, even if they're here. I'm trapped, though. I can't escape. I am obligated to stay, for school and cross-country. But I would rather be elsewhere.
I want out of my current situation.
My parents need to get a divorce. It would be DONE if Mother hadn't lost her job. My dad has his own company now-- which is helping. It's giving him the independence he craves, but he needs her support; at least in matters of money. I think that's how it's been for a while. They've stuck together for convenience. If they had a way to choose, they'd choose what is best for all of us. We're all stuck.
I want out of the mindset I've had for a few weeks. I want my sleep cycle back; I go to bed at 2 AM or later most days, and then I lie for hours, willing dreams to come. I can't break the cycle.
I feel terrible for Kitterbee. Her dog (Butterscotch! Molly's buddy!) is having surgery in less than an hour that he may not survive. I know the terrifying feeling of your dog's life hanging in the balance. I went through it two years ago, and yet I have no words of wisdom. All she can do is pray for the best. I'm hoping for the best, too. Butterscotch is so sweet, and doesn't deserve to die.
Worse than that, she found cigarettes in her mom's purse recently. She thought her mom quit a few years ago, after Kitterbee found cigarettes in her purse and freaked out. Her mom is like an adopted mom to "KATAM" and it SUCKS that she's doing something so awful to herself. Kitterbee hid her freak-out well, though; her mom doesn't know that she found the cigarettes. Her dad doesn't know. Kitterbee is lost about what to do; how do you tell your MOTHER that what she's doing is wrong? How do you deal with a parent's poor decisions? [Again, I have no idea.]
Argh, this is completely unhelpful. I need to rant properly. Too bad my rant-people are scattered around; Bingo's in Costa Rica on a mission trip (he SAID he'd be online earlier but wasn't), Flailure just came home from California and is sleeping, Molly's in EUROPE (without internet now), and Elphaba is... not online.
... Back to Online School now. Almost caught up with AFM, sorta. I'm not enjoying this.
*fighting the urge to flee*
Goodness. Somebody get online. Please.
-Aly
Aly is INCREDIBLY Bored
Hihi!
Online School is stupid.
I'd rather be not here.
People need to answer texts.
I should not be blogging right now.
But I'm really bored.
I'll probably delete this later.
Because it serves no purpose.
I have a new fictional love! SHHHH!
Actually, it's not a secret.
I don't have secrets.
... Really. I don't HAVE any secrets right now. Not. Even. One. (of my own, that is)
Movie night is tomorrow night, and that will be the ONLY interesting thing I do all week. Fail. :(
Time to go finish tests (that I've taken twice/thrice already; I'm losing count).
HAVE A GREAT DAY!
-Aly
Online School is stupid.
I'd rather be not here.
People need to answer texts.
I should not be blogging right now.
But I'm really bored.
I'll probably delete this later.
Because it serves no purpose.
I have a new fictional love! SHHHH!
Actually, it's not a secret.
I don't have secrets.
... Really. I don't HAVE any secrets right now. Not. Even. One. (of my own, that is)
Movie night is tomorrow night, and that will be the ONLY interesting thing I do all week. Fail. :(
Time to go finish tests (that I've taken twice/thrice already; I'm losing count).
HAVE A GREAT DAY!
-Aly
Monday, June 22, 2009
Day 3--Delft
Molly In Europe: Day 3
We got a very late start today.
By the time everyone was up, showered, dressed, fed and ready to go, it was about 12:30. We arrived in Delft around 1 and spent forever trying to find a parking spot.
At around 1:30 we went to a convent where the king of Holland was murdered some time ago that nobody remembers because we are Moores and Youngs and our memories fail. Mom decided she wanted a cup of coffee so we went to Kleyweg’s Stads-Koffyhuis for that. (I took a sip too. It was very good.)
After we walked around and saw some other neat places, we decided it was lunch time so we returned to Kleyweg’s Stads-Koffyhuis and had a simply amazing lunch. I had tomato soup with bread and mint tea. We wandered around a while after that looking for a certain store our mothers had been to a while ago, and when we found out that it was closed, we ended up in Outcast which wound up being a pretty successful small shopping excursion. It was then time to come back to the house.
Quote Of The Day:
Me: I'm hungry. what's for dinner?
Sharon: I dunno...
about 15 min later
Sharon: So what's for dinner tonight?
[epic.]
-Molly
Dearest Tbga,
This is still mostly food.
-Aly
We got a very late start today.
By the time everyone was up, showered, dressed, fed and ready to go, it was about 12:30. We arrived in Delft around 1 and spent forever trying to find a parking spot.
At around 1:30 we went to a convent where the king of Holland was murdered some time ago that nobody remembers because we are Moores and Youngs and our memories fail. Mom decided she wanted a cup of coffee so we went to Kleyweg’s Stads-Koffyhuis for that. (I took a sip too. It was very good.)
After we walked around and saw some other neat places, we decided it was lunch time so we returned to Kleyweg’s Stads-Koffyhuis and had a simply amazing lunch. I had tomato soup with bread and mint tea. We wandered around a while after that looking for a certain store our mothers had been to a while ago, and when we found out that it was closed, we ended up in Outcast which wound up being a pretty successful small shopping excursion. It was then time to come back to the house.
Quote Of The Day:
Me: I'm hungry. what's for dinner?
Sharon: I dunno...
about 15 min later
Sharon: So what's for dinner tonight?
[epic.]
-Molly
Dearest Tbga,
This is still mostly food.
-Aly
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Holland...and such.
THIS PAGE WAS IN DUTCH A SECOND AGO! WHATTHEEFF???
anyways I'M IN HOLLAND with my cousins & co. (mom & my obnoxious brother are here too XP)
we drove to Atlanta first and spent the night with AUNT SAMMY OF AWESOME before flying here sooo here's mostly everything so far
Starting with Atlanta:
We were greeted warmly by the infamous scoundrels of the Sharp household: Dinky, Darcey and Mo. Mom and I took a short trip to Chick-Fil-A to grab a bite to eat and after filling our rumbling stomachs with chicken and such, the four of us ran to Wal-Mart to pick up some last minute necessities (namely, underwear). Upon returning to the house, Aunt Sammy took me along with Monkeyface to the pool where we stayed until about 10:00. She then showed us the one leash that she has for her three dogs that is essentially one leash with three leads. We ended the night with some frozen strawberry popsicle-like treats. I would tell you the name but we’re sworn to secrecy. In the morning, Monkeyface, Mom and I made sure we had everything ready to go to the airport, and then joined Aunt Sammy at the pool for a short swim. At about noon, we scurried home and took showers so that we could be at the airport by 2:00. (I’m convinced that we made it there at the time we wanted to because we had Aunt Sammy-Mom would have had us there around 4)
The Atlanta airport was a zoo, yet it didn’t seem to take us too long to get our boarding passes and get through security. We found our gate and then had about 2 ½ hours to waste and we were not about to sit for that amount of time considering the fact that the length of our flight would be around 8 hours. We kept passing by soldiers, so we thanked a huge amount of them for their service to our country. Mom told them what heroes they are, and we took some pictures. Apparently there were about 300 of them who had been in the US for a 2 week break from being in Iraq and they were headed back. Monkeyface inquired as to how long their flight would be. It turned out to be a shocking 16 hours! Anyways, I’m convinced that we spent about an hour and 45 minutes (at least) walking around the airport trying not to sit down. We were a big success at the whole not sitting thing.
It was an incredibly long flight. Thankfully, it’s supposed to be easier flying back to the states. I only slept about an hour. Mom and Monkeyface slept a couple hours each. We finally landed in Amsterdam after sitting for 8 hours. I was very happy to see a bathroom that wasn’t thousands of feet in the air. Aunt Annette met us at the airport and brought us to the house of the Young Clan in Holland.
We arrived in Holland around 4:00am (NC time) which was about 10:00 where we were.
After saying our hellos, I took a short nap and then was rudely awoken by mom.
Me, Sharon, Mother Dear, and Aunt Annette rode bikes into town and had lunch at a place called “En Oranje” which was very tasty. Ever tried caramel tea? It’s amazing.
We explored for a while and went into a few little shops including the many different places that are spread out along the street with foods you would normally find in one place: your local grocery store. There is, in fact, a grocery store in Holland. However, there’s also a store for meat, a store for cheese, chicken, fruits and vegetables, desserts, etc.
We didn’t do much the rest of the day. More napping, mom and Monkeyface went with Uncle Brian on a bike ride to the beach, hanging out around the house, dinner, and watching The Tudors :D
At about midnight, Sharon and I went downstairs and ate strawberries with whipped cream…which actually turned into whipped cream with some strawberries.
We all finally showered this morning! Woohoo! I think I might have been the last one out of bed.
Once we all got out of the house, we went to see the WWII bunkers on the nudist beach. The only nudist was about 3. We then went on the tops of some dunes and had lunch, after which the boys played while everyone else napped. Scheveningen was our next stop. It was a pretty awesome place. We stopped at El Nino for some snackage and Sharon and I shared a mojito, some fried fish and french fries dipped in ketchup as well as mayo.
Apparently people live in the courthouse where Sharon’s school had prom this year. The building is AMAZING. We returned to Wassenaar and were lazy for a while. Dinner consisted of salmon, zucchini and artichoke. I made a cake for Uncle Brian for Father’s Day J but Sharon had to put on the icing because I failed at it. Sharon and I watched a bit more of The Tudors. This show is addicting.
We also found a tick on Chipper (their dog) and had a spazfest in the kitchen before flushing it down the toilet when we couldn’t find matches to burn it with.
-Molly
Dearest Molly,
You are not good at typing up blog posts. The enter key is your friend. Blognames? (Your brother is Monkeyface).
Lylatbgaetc,
-Aly
Dearest Aly,
I know. I copied and pasted it XD and sorry I forgot which animal he was. I usually consider him a whale.
Lylatbgaetc,
-Molly
anyways I'M IN HOLLAND with my cousins & co. (mom & my obnoxious brother are here too XP)
we drove to Atlanta first and spent the night with AUNT SAMMY OF AWESOME before flying here sooo here's mostly everything so far
Starting with Atlanta:
We were greeted warmly by the infamous scoundrels of the Sharp household: Dinky, Darcey and Mo. Mom and I took a short trip to Chick-Fil-A to grab a bite to eat and after filling our rumbling stomachs with chicken and such, the four of us ran to Wal-Mart to pick up some last minute necessities (namely, underwear). Upon returning to the house, Aunt Sammy took me along with Monkeyface to the pool where we stayed until about 10:00. She then showed us the one leash that she has for her three dogs that is essentially one leash with three leads. We ended the night with some frozen strawberry popsicle-like treats. I would tell you the name but we’re sworn to secrecy. In the morning, Monkeyface, Mom and I made sure we had everything ready to go to the airport, and then joined Aunt Sammy at the pool for a short swim. At about noon, we scurried home and took showers so that we could be at the airport by 2:00. (I’m convinced that we made it there at the time we wanted to because we had Aunt Sammy-Mom would have had us there around 4)
The Atlanta airport was a zoo, yet it didn’t seem to take us too long to get our boarding passes and get through security. We found our gate and then had about 2 ½ hours to waste and we were not about to sit for that amount of time considering the fact that the length of our flight would be around 8 hours. We kept passing by soldiers, so we thanked a huge amount of them for their service to our country. Mom told them what heroes they are, and we took some pictures. Apparently there were about 300 of them who had been in the US for a 2 week break from being in Iraq and they were headed back. Monkeyface inquired as to how long their flight would be. It turned out to be a shocking 16 hours! Anyways, I’m convinced that we spent about an hour and 45 minutes (at least) walking around the airport trying not to sit down. We were a big success at the whole not sitting thing.
It was an incredibly long flight. Thankfully, it’s supposed to be easier flying back to the states. I only slept about an hour. Mom and Monkeyface slept a couple hours each. We finally landed in Amsterdam after sitting for 8 hours. I was very happy to see a bathroom that wasn’t thousands of feet in the air. Aunt Annette met us at the airport and brought us to the house of the Young Clan in Holland.
We arrived in Holland around 4:00am (NC time) which was about 10:00 where we were.
After saying our hellos, I took a short nap and then was rudely awoken by mom.
Me, Sharon, Mother Dear, and Aunt Annette rode bikes into town and had lunch at a place called “En Oranje” which was very tasty. Ever tried caramel tea? It’s amazing.
We explored for a while and went into a few little shops including the many different places that are spread out along the street with foods you would normally find in one place: your local grocery store. There is, in fact, a grocery store in Holland. However, there’s also a store for meat, a store for cheese, chicken, fruits and vegetables, desserts, etc.
We didn’t do much the rest of the day. More napping, mom and Monkeyface went with Uncle Brian on a bike ride to the beach, hanging out around the house, dinner, and watching The Tudors :D
At about midnight, Sharon and I went downstairs and ate strawberries with whipped cream…which actually turned into whipped cream with some strawberries.
We all finally showered this morning! Woohoo! I think I might have been the last one out of bed.
Once we all got out of the house, we went to see the WWII bunkers on the nudist beach. The only nudist was about 3. We then went on the tops of some dunes and had lunch, after which the boys played while everyone else napped. Scheveningen was our next stop. It was a pretty awesome place. We stopped at El Nino for some snackage and Sharon and I shared a mojito, some fried fish and french fries dipped in ketchup as well as mayo.
Apparently people live in the courthouse where Sharon’s school had prom this year. The building is AMAZING. We returned to Wassenaar and were lazy for a while. Dinner consisted of salmon, zucchini and artichoke. I made a cake for Uncle Brian for Father’s Day J but Sharon had to put on the icing because I failed at it. Sharon and I watched a bit more of The Tudors. This show is addicting.
We also found a tick on Chipper (their dog) and had a spazfest in the kitchen before flushing it down the toilet when we couldn’t find matches to burn it with.
-Molly
Dearest Molly,
You are not good at typing up blog posts. The enter key is your friend. Blognames? (Your brother is Monkeyface).
Lylatbgaetc,
-Aly
Dearest Aly,
I know. I copied and pasted it XD and sorry I forgot which animal he was. I usually consider him a whale.
Lylatbgaetc,
-Molly
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