Because words just won't do it justice...

Wicked=Rocked!

PSYCHED!!!

I'm dressed up, my hair is up, my shoes will momentarily be on. My sister is wearing her pretty green dress. And this afternoon my life will be forever changed.

Do you know WHY?


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Summer Nights

Currently, settling in for 2 episodes of NCIS. That is, if the stupid server lets me. I have 8 episodes left in Season 3. Yay for me!

P.S. Army Gal, such things shall never be uttered on my blog.


Seriously.


Yet, funny.

Girls Night

I just got home from Army Gal's house (see, girl, be proud of me for protecting your privacy online ;D ) I spent the night there last night. It was so fun. We watched Princess Diaries and started the second one, but didn't exactly finish that one, because we were in such deep and meaningful conversation. [insert sarcastic eyeroll here] We ended up talking until almost 4 AM. It was great fun.

The fun thing about Army Gal, is that we've been best friends for almost 17 years. We've gone through every phase of life together. We were talking about how weird it is looking back and seeing where we've come from. We used to sit together in church and play Polly-Pockets. And when my Aunt Julie would play piano during church we would bang our hands on the pews pretending that we were playing piano just like her. She taught me how to play Miss Mary Mack. We used to talk about things like what our favorite Barbie doll was, or which Polly-Pocket was going to be used for actually play and which ones would be "clothing"(It's complicated to explain.) We played house and had imaginary husbands. Last night and today we talked about the war in Iraq, like whether or not her Army Guy is going to get shipped out in August, and what names we were going to give our kids. We talked about what we're going to college for and where we want to live and do with our lives eventually.

It's so funny how some friends you have will come and go and you'll never hear from them for years on end, and then you have friends like Army Gal who have been your friends for as long as you can remember and you don't know how you could ever get by without be their friend. It seems like after a while, empathy becomes deeper with these friends, for example when we were talking about the possibility of Army Guy getting sent to Iraq, there was just this fear that maybe he wouldn't come home.

I don't think I will ever understand why some friends stick with you and others don't. I think I'm just happy that I am lucky enough to have 4 best friends, which is more than most people will have.

Thursday 13 #18

Because my summer has consisted of me pretty much lounging around and watching my new obsession, why don't we initiate it into the blog with a Thursday 13-

Thirteen Reasons I Heart NCIS

1. 1.Michael Weatherly (AKA Anthony DiNozzo) is gorgeous. I think I've covered this before.
2. 2.Did you ever notice that during the autopsy scenes, instead of making them wear clothes during the autopsy or just zooming in on the gory incision, there's always that one light coincidentally shining on the *ahem* special areas? I don't know why, but Dawn and I had to laugh at that.
3. 3.It has plenty of "Huh?" moments. Like in Season 3 (which I'm watching right now) the episode "Under Covers", where Ziva and DiNozzo have to pretend to be those assassins, and the episode opens with Ziva kissing DiNozzo, whom she kind of loves to torment, and the camera leaves you sitting there going "What the muffin?" throughout the credits and then shows you what's really going on.
4. 4.Probie reminds me of myself. He's such a nerd. I love him.
5. 5.It can be really freakish at times, and I like moderately scary stuff. Like "The Meat Puzzle" in Season 2. That, my friends, is the epitome of freakishness. Especially the ending.
6. 6.No David Caruso. Praise our God! *does happy dance*
7. 7.It's so suspenseful. Like that one where DiNozzo was framed for murder and then it ended up being Abby's geeky lab assistant? That was a great episode anyway. DiNozzo kinda goes postal in the jail cell. You would too if your dental prints, finger prints, and DNA were found at the scene where a pair of severed legs were pulled out of the woods as well as fibers from your Mustang.
   
8. 8.The producers have obviously done their research on timing. Like in the Season 2 finale, when Kate's on that rooftop and the bullet hits her and it gets lodged in her bulletproof vest so she's ok, then you can breathe because she didn't die and then Ari shoots her in the head as soon as you're convinced she's going to live.
9. 9.I needed a new thing to be obsessed with. Scrubs and Grey's Anatomy don't come back on until September.
10. 10.Did I mention that there is no David Caruso?
11. 11.And that there is a dreamy agent?
12. 12.The killer is always someone you would never expect. See number 7.
13. 13.Forensics is just a cool subject in general. Unless David Caruso is involved
14. *BONUS* While I was stressing how gorgeous DiNozzo is and how much I hate Caruso, I was informed that I forgot one of the best characters on there. Abby. How can you not love Abby? With her Caff-Pow and pigtails. It's like impossible not to love her. I can't believe I didn't put her on here originally
    

It's a travesty....

Liz Claiborne died!!!!


AAAAAAAHHH!!! What will I do? No new shoe designs? Or purses?



The end is near.

The driver's ed book.....

Is quite literally boring me to tears. I really hope getting a learners permit is worth this.

Here's an idea for y'all....

What if I were to go into Forensics?

Like be a computer forensic scientist?

Or a field investigator?

That would be cool.

Or maybe I've been watching too much NCIS?

But seriously, those of you who know me, such as The Lizness and Army Gal(whom I must give a shout out to for her new Verizon cell phone, which makes it so that I don't need minutes to call her), what do you think?

I soooo less than three summer....

And TV Links. They are both wonderful.

TV Links has episodes of pretty much any show you can think of. Even the old cartoons before Nickelodeon turned stupid. Shows like Ren and Stimpy. And Doug! I hadn't been able to find any of the old Doug episodes, but I found them. And they have a bunch of movies. It's fantabulous. Currently I'm working on Season 3 of NCIS. Shocker there?

My plans for today pretty much consist of me lounging around.

I'm so glad that my English teachers have gotten past the "What I did during vacation" papers. Mine would be pretty boring.

P.S. Does anyone notice someone missing in the picture I added? Or is that just in an episode or season I haven't seen yet?

New to the blogosphere

Missy!!!!!!!!



Yay. Ness.

This has been a long week(end)...

I was grounded, which was why I didn't blog. I apologize. I hate this punishment. I definately need to learn to keep my mouth shut. Hahaha.

My week was fairly uneventful, until the weekend. I went and stayed with Dawn and her tribe. This is always great fun. Except for that I got the flu from my siblings and it hit on Saturday. Oh joy.

I was feeling a little better in the afternoon, so I went to Mansfield with Dawn, Elisha, Tonya, Sis.Kramer, Dorenda, and Danessa. It was great fun. We went to Burlington Coat Factory and Old Navy, and then had lunch at Chippy's. (AKA Chipotle) I was not feeling well enough to eat a burrito, so I wrapped up mine. We got home at about 10:30 that night. Dawn and I stayed up and watched NCIS (which I am addicted to now. DiNozzo=Dreamy) and made smoothies. Did I mention that I love NCIS? And that DiNozzo is dreamy? Just thought I'd get that point across.

Also, for The Lizness, here are my new shoes that I got at Burlington.


And Gabri modeling them....


And that AppleBottom bag that I've been bragging about but had yet to post an image of.


Sunday was an interesting day. I gave Dawn my flu. She was so ungrateful. I was hurt.

When I got home on Sunday afternoon, Dawn was crashed on the couch. I sat in the recliner in the living room (at 12:30) and didn't wake up until 4:30. I got my hair done and then went to church. We had an awesome worship service. Bro. Kramer only got to preach for about 5-10 minutes. It was amazing.

We went flocking after church and then I went with Mistie and John to Arby's where my best friend Erica was, along with her parents, her boyfriend, his parents, his brother, and his best friend. Matt left for Germany today on a 2 year deployment. At the moment, according to Erica, he's in Baltimore at the second (right?) and then he'll be there at about 6 AM our time. Anyway, it was a great time. We hung out there until about 10 PM. John was having way to much time with his laser. He hit the big diamond stud on my AppleBottom bag and it looked like a disco ball. It was too cool. (P.S. Erica, sorry bout the picture. I needed an illustration and it's a good picture.)

So when I got home from Arby's, Dawn was desperately looking for something that hit the spot after, for lack of a better word, puking her guts out all day. So she pulled out the Sno-Cone maker out and she, Sis. Kramer, and I enjoyed Sno-Cones. And NCIS. Did I mention DiNozzo is dreamy? Just checking.

I didn't get either of the jobs...

In case you were wondering.

I'm going to bed now.

Update!

But on the not-so-crappy note, listen to how much my Spanish has moderately improved on this snapvine thing!

And thanks to MySpace's great security, I don't have to worry about creeps leaving me messages. As soon as I got the police warning thing, I privated all of my networking sites.

Ew....

Because I am extremely edgy right now, waiting to hear from Cato, I found this quote on EC. It's a little gross, but still hilarious.


Man who takes sleeping pill, and laxative, wake up in deep doo doo.
-Ancient Chinese Proverb



This is my gross teen humor coming out. Sorry.

Aphishing they are going.....

Moronic MySpace. My account has gotten phished 4 times in the past half hour.



I'm reeeeeeeal irritated right about now.

Some Exhausting Evening

I spent my evening in the ER. Fun, huh?

Dawn's foster daughter, Tonya, slipped while playing on the trampoline at Dawn's house and one of the bigger kids jumped on it. Needless to say, a 3-year-old's legs are not built for this kind of injury.

Luckily, Tonya, or TT as Dawn calls her, was very brave after Dawn gave her some Motrin. And after I put Little Mermaid on my iPod for her to listen to. She loves the iPod.


After we got her a pretty pink cast, we had to go to Wal-Mart, thus causing another great dilemma. We had Elisha, the baby, and Tonya, who had a cast on, making her very heavy. Dawn put Elisha in the baby seat on the cart and we found a wheelchair for Tonya. Which she loved and asked me to take a picture of her in.

Interview

I think went really well. I'll know something today or tomorrow.

Bloggy Following!!!

You somewhat tolerate me! You really somewhat tolerate me!

I have been blogging for 2 years on June 6. I got a call from my much loved youth leader Sis.Redmond asking me where my blog was at, and a comment on my flocking post. I have found out, that although they don't always comment (*ahem* hint there), I have a good blog following from my church. Mistie reads it, Ratchol (hahaha) reads it, the Hammans read it, and several others. I love you guys much. I know I am just a stupid teenager sometimes with not much to say, but thank you to my church family who reads this, and to other people whom I have never met, such as Sarah "The Mouse" and JAM. Thank you so much for reading my blog, people.

Just comment me some more, ok?


And because I love you so much, here's another phobia video.



I guess that I can't make fun of the first one. I'm terrified of pigeons. No lie.

Myspace Warning

STATE POLICE WARNING TO MYSPACE USERS:

Please read this.....I hope that all of my Friends Post this and help keep our myspace friends safe.

State police warning for online: Please read this "very carefully"..then send it out to all the people online that you know. Something like this is nothing to be taken casually; this is something you DO want to pay attention to.

If a person with the screen-name of imahustlababay or http://www.myspace.com/ineedatipdrill contacts you, do not reply. DO NOT talk to this person; do not answer any of his/her instant messages or e-mail. Whoever this person may be, he/she is a suspect for murder in the death of 56 women (so far) contacted through the Internet. Please send this to all the women on your buddy list and ask them to pass this on, as well.

This screen-name was seen on Yahoo, AOL, AIM, and Excite so far. This is not a joke! Please send this to men too...just in case! Send to everyone you know!
Ladies, this is serious.
Gentlemen, PLEASE let your Lady Friends know....

This can also be found at www.NBC.com

or

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11162052/

IF WE CAN PASS ON JOKES, SURELY WE CAN PASS ON A WARNING THAT MAY SAVE A LIFE

Doors and Windows

Everyone has heard the saying "If God closes a door, he opens a window." Today has proven that statement to me.

My interview yesterday was simply atrocious. The guy pretty much told me flat out that I was not what he was looking for. He was very rude when I told him that Sundays and Wednesday evenings were not an option for me. I told my dad about the whole scenario, and he agreed that it just was not worth it to compromise church just for a few bucks. Minimum wage to be exact. After the interview, which I know did not go well and even if it did, I'm not sure that I want the job anymore, I decided that I should look on the bright side. I would get to work at SS camp, and go to my aunt's like I usually do, and veg all summer. It wouldn't be so bad.

So today, I went to work with my dad (read as: I rode in the car and sat in the burning inferno of a car while my dad did his appointment that would "just take an hour" and ended up taking two, so I slept in the car, which because he took the keys in with him, I could not roll down the windows, so I slept, or rather, slipped into a heat stroke induced comatose state, until Dad came back and then we went and made copies and then went to lunch, all the while listening to my iPod) and we went to this great place called El Campestre with terrific authentic Mexican food. While I was eating my yummy chimichanga, my mom called my dad and told him that Cato had called today. I put in an application about 2 or 3 months ago. They want to interview me. At 1 PM tomorrow. This job would be so much better. I don't have to work Sundays, which the lady clarified to me when I first turned in my application, and the pay is a tiny bit better, and also, two words. Employee. Discount. Yeah, baby!

Tomorrow, at 1, I will be interviewing for a rocking job. That's awesomized.

Also, today I got a new book. And my SS card. Which means.....

Stay off the roads, Mt.Vernonites, Rebecca Ryan is getting her permit!

Swimming Dilemma

My Aunt Faith has just recently discovered the world of IM. Today we were discussing a great dilemma she is having.

Faith Anderson: yeah yeah yeah blah blah blah want to go swimming noone in this house wants to go:(
Rebecca Ryan: If i could drive, i would come over, so therefore i would be in that house, and I would want to go
Faith Anderson: why not just walk i heard that is your familys new mode of transportation
Rebecca Ryan: umm...no
Rebecca Ryan: bit far to walk
Faith Anderson: not really not if you really really loved me and wanted to spend time with me
Rebecca Ryan: or if i was even moderately in shape
Rebecca Ryan: hahaha...like that would happen
Faith Anderson: you never know what you could accomplish if you would but only try try try dear one
Rebecca Ryan: i also have vbs in an hour
Rebecca Ryan: sorry
Faith Anderson: well who is more important your poor poor aunt who only wants someone to go aswimming with her or your vbs
Rebecca Ryan: just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming swimming swimming
Rebecca Ryan: what do we do, we swim
Rebecca Ryan: i looooooove toooo swiiiiiiim
Faith Anderson: i can't i'd be all by myself and that is just no fun
Rebecca Ryan: obviously dory disagrees
Rebecca Ryan: you could take sassy? (Her miniature pinscher)
Faith Anderson: well dory is not here now is she i didn't think so and sassy only likes to get wet and then get out
Rebecca Ryan: midnight? (her pug, which she hates)
Rebecca Ryan: if you watched finding nemo, she would be..
Rebecca Ryan: indy?(her collie)
Rebecca Ryan: harley?(my cousin's cat, whom she hates)
Rebecca Ryan: now that would be funny...
Rebecca Ryan: oh, i know! you could take jesse and carrot!(the hamsters)
Rebecca Ryan: and hoppy and rabby!(The rabbits)
Rebecca Ryan: there's a pool party
Faith Anderson: no she would only be in the movie not here where i needed here to be. indy hates water with a passion and that would be one way to get rid of harly because she would be halfway around the world by the time her front feet hit the water
Rebecca Ryan: rofl

My nerves are insane....

I have my very first ever job interview today. I'm really nervous. I got 3 more references last night and I typed them all out, and I picked out my outfit to wear. I'm insane.

Oof

I have had an extrodinarily long day, which I am too tired to blog about tonight. I will tell you that I have an interview tomorrow at 4:30 PM at the Way of Sub. Yayness!

Oh dear lord....

Remember that pickles post I did? Apparently it was a special on Maury about bizarre problems and phobias. Look at this one. It was a little cruel, but funny. I will have to post more of these later in the week. It's hilarious.

Introspective? Ha.

Your Personality is the Rarest (INFJ)

Your personality type is introspective, principled, self critical, and sensitive. Only about 2% of all people have your personality - including 3% of all women and around 1% of all men. You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

To Fund With Flocking Birds

Yeah, I know that was pretty corny/nerdy, but I was in great need of a title. Anyway, Bro. Holley asked what flocking is, so here's the gist of it.

Sis. Redmond ordered around 24 pink flamingos. there are 12 large ones and 12 small ones. The small ones are MUCH cheesier. I wish I had gotten a picture of the Dennison's yard when we flocked it. In fact, funny story about that first. The Dennison's have been remodeling their house for a long time. Probably at least since Canaan, their 6 year old, was born. So the foundation of their house was exposed and we could see there was a tire in the foundation (yeah, we didn't get it either) and their neighbors across the street are complete....er....white trash, so to speak. These people WANTED these tacky pink flamingos. It was horrible. We laughed so hard. They said that if the Dennison's didn't have them out of their yard by the time they went to bed, they would steal them. Way too funny.

Anyway, onto the fundraising. For $15 dollars, you can choose a person in the church to be flamingo'd. For $20 you can buy protection against the flamingos. Once you've been flamingo'd, you can pay $15 for the youth to come in and remove them, and for an extra $5 you can choose a person to be flocked.

We had raised $120 before we even left yesterday.

Yeah, I'm liking this fundraiser.

Flocking

Here's a fundraising idea I bet you never thought of. To raise money for youth congress, we're flocking people with pink flamingos. It's very complicated to explain. If you're really interested, leave me a comment and I will update with details.

P.S. That's my pastor's yard. Which we did indeed flock. Very well, in fact. Muahahaha....

Grandma Update

Quick update on my grandmother.

I went to go see her this afternoon. She was apparently having a much better day than Friday, which was when my grandpa called my dad. She had no memory on that day and couldn't get herself up. She hadn't been eating over the past couple days. Apparently yesterday and today her appetite has increased and she seemed to have her memory back today.

It's both good and bad at the same time. I know that when my grandmother died 6 years ago from the same type of cancer, it was at the end of April. About a week before she died, she improved drastically, the same way that my grandma is now. Needless to say, this scares the bajeebies out of me. I'm terrified when the phone rings that it's going to be someone saying that she's gone.

This morning I had a bit of a scare like that. On Sundays, my parents usually get me up at about 7:30. Well, this morning, my brother woke me up telling me "Hey, Becky, Uncle Ken and Aunt Julie are coming home!" Then I looked at the clock and it was 8:15. The first words that went through my mind were, "Oh crap." Then my dad explained that my aunt and uncle (and hey, Aunt Julie, I know you're lurking out there. You told me so yourself. Leave a comment for Pete's sake!) were starting to drive home tomorrow because they were preaching in Jackson, and that they hadn't woken me up because everyone was tired and had overslept. I was relieved.

I'm in love...

With this guys voice. It. Is. Amazing. Seriously. I love him so much more than Carrie Underwood. Of course, I hate her so that didn't take much, but I digress.

This is unreal....

Prayer...

We are currently making funeral arrangements for my grandmother. She took a turn for the worse last night and my grandpa called my dad to start making arrangements. She's living at my Aunt Sandy's right now and Hospice is there. It doesn't look like she has much time. Please pray for her and for my family.

In 22 Days!!!!

I can't wait till she starts dating....

I was playing Pac-Man World 2 on the XBox yesterday and my sister was sitting next to me. We got to this exceptionally frustrating level where Pinky (one of the ghosts) has created a robot to try to kill PacMan to keep him from getting the golden fruit (there's a plot line to the story involving golden fruit. If you're really curious, check the game out yourself) Well, anyway, Pinky apparently loves PacMan so she's just bitter, so the little word bubble that comes up before you start playing says someting along the lines of-

"Oh PacMan, Spooky (the ghost leader) was right. You never wanted me. Well, if I can't have you, no one will."

My sister, who can't read yet, asked me to read the story line to her. So I did and she asked me "Why does the robot want to kill PacMan?" Michael told her, "Duh. She loves PacMan and he doesn't love her back so she wants to kill him."

"Becky, when girls love boys, they're supposed to love them back right?"
"Ummm...not always. Maybe PacMan just wanted to be friends."
(Exasperation here.)
"Uggh...Becky, but PacMan's 'upposed to love her, because she loves him. Right?"
"Whatever you say Gabri."


And P.S. I still haven't heard anything from SubWay. I think if I don't hear from them, I may hold off till the end of the summer. Pretty much because I'm lazy and want to go to camp. And work camp.

My Alter Ego...

You scored as Cinderella, Your alter ego is Cinderella! You often find yourself doing a lot of housework, but if you are patient, your hard work usually pays off. You are prone to losing things, so dont rush through everything. Cinderella 94% The Beast 75% Goofy 69% Cruella De Ville 63% Donald Duck 56% Sleeping Beauty 56% Ariel 50% Pinocchio 38% Peter Pan 31% Snow White 13% Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego? created with QuizFarm.com

While the parents are away....

I and my siblings were visiting my grandpa and then Dawn. We stayed at my grandpa's house on Sunday night, then left at about nine the next morning.

Dawn just got a new trampoline and water slide. This was great fun. She also has 5 foster kids, aged from 1 to 8. We watched movies and played on the trampoline, and played on the water slide, and played on the trampoline, and did I mention that we played on the trampoline? I learned the essential skill of jumping up, landing on my butt, and then bouncing up on my feet. I was quite proud of myself. So was Jennifer, the oldest of the 5. We had contests to see who could bounce the most in a row. The kids also enjoyed a game called "popcorn", in which they sat down while I bounced on the trampoline, causing them to flop around senselessly. What was so appealing about this, I will never know.

The past two days have been a great means of birth control as well. Last night we had 9 kids plus me and Dawn at the house. They were as follows-

1. 4-month-old Mary- Dawn's niece. We bonded as she spit rice all over me. This was great fun.
2. 1-year old Elisha- Dawn's youngest. He's my buddy. He jabbers a lot and likes to drool bomb people.
3. 2 year old Angelica- Dawn's niece/Mary's sister. She was definately a handful. She and Tanya got in a few fights. When I say a few, I mean constantly throught the night.
4. 3-year-old Tanya- Dawn's second youngest. She and my sister kept each other entertained. When she wasn't fighting with Angelica, that is.
5. Two 4-year-old's , Mohammad and Gabri- of course you know Gabri, and Mohammad is another one of Dawn's kids. He is also my buddy. We watched Cody Banks 2 together tonight. It was all good.
6. Two 6-year-old's, Michael and Ali- once again, duh on Michael, and Ali is yet another one of Dawn's kids. Shame he doesn't have a personality. (hahaha.)
7. 8-year-old Jennifer- She's the oldest of Dawns kids. We did each other's nails and watched some movies. She also taught me the afore mentioned butt bounce trick.

By the end of the evening the house looked like a tornado had run through it. The kids went to sleep and me and Dawn had planned on making smoothies and watching NCIS, but were way to tired. I passed out on the recliner and didn't wake up until about 3 when Michael curled up next to me and squished me, forcing me to move to the couch. At about 4, Tanya came down. And by about 7:30, we had children strewn across the living room. At about 8, we ate some breakfast and got the news that we would have 11 kids at the house this time. We got Angelica back, plus Chloe and Canaan, who are 8 months old and 6 years old. Yippee.

Angelica arrived at about noon, and before Canaan and Chloe came over, Dawn asked me to take the older kids to the park by her house. So I took 6 of the kids, Jennifer, Michael, Ali, Gabrielle, Tanya, and Mohammad. We walked over and the kids took their shoes off and ran off to the jungle gym. My brother kicked one of the kids so I had him sitting next to me. A man was standing against the fence at the park and he started making small talk. Something about the weather and such. So, in conversation my brother mentioned that our dad was a preacher at church. This man asked me if I believed in Hell and the Devil, which made me a little uncomfortable that this was the first thing that came out when I said I was a Christian. I said I did and then he went on to explain that he hated Christians and that he was sure he was going to Hell. While the conversation was uncomfortable, I didn't feel threatened until he started to interrogate my brother. At this point I decided that maybe we weren't safe and called over the kids, telling them that it was time for us to go home. Tanya walked over and the man saw her. He started calling her and the other kids names, which thank God, Tanya is only three so she didn't understand and the other kids didn't hear. I didn't even let the kids put on their shoes. We ran to Dawn's house and I broke down. I was so scared that he was going to hurt those kids. I don't think I will ever go back to that park.

After I had settled down, Canaan and Chloe showed up and we had some watermelon and played on the trampoline some more. My parents showed up at about 4 with gifts for all of us kids. T-shirts for all Dawn's kids, two Disney sets for Gabri, a chef set for Michael, and my awesome gifts. I got my Apple Bottoms handbag, a painting of Times Square, and a pair of patent leather flip flops. It was awesome. We were ready to pull out when Dawn said that I could stay for a while to help, and Michael stayed to play with the kids some more. Gabri had passed out in the car as soon as she got buckled in. We ate some dinner and then came home at about 7. I think I'm going to watch some movies with my mother now.

My New Love

I have a new bag. It's great. It's from NYC which makes it that much better.

From what I've heard, Apple Bottoms are the new hot emerging bag this year. The rapper, Nelly, designs these. Mine is denim and bronze. Positively wonderful.

My parents have good taste. I will have to post a picture later.

It's Over *Updated*

My last exam is over.

The bell will ring in six minutes.

I will gleefully prance out of the room, a junior, and will not return to this school for 3 months.


Can I get an "Amen"?

*Addition*
This video has cracked me up for the past couple days. I'm such a nerd, so I get this humor. It's great.

Last Exam.....

In 2 minutes, I will be starting my Computer Apps exam. I am currently eating a chocolate cookie. It is my last chocolate cookie with the school system recognizing me as a sophomore.

Wish me luck.