Here's a pair of pants I found on DeviantArt, and they are the coolest ever.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
She's coming back!
Whee! My best friend is coming back either tomorrow or Saturday! (I have heard that she's coming back on the first, but then on her blog she says that she's leaving tonight, which means she'll be here tomorrow...)
I am so excited! I've missed hanging out with her, and (if she doesn't have anything to do) I'm hoping we'll hang out every day until the 14th, then I move back north. The only thing I'm worried about is she claims she won't have a cell phone, so I don't know how I'm going to get a hold of her when I want to do something...
I am so excited! I've missed hanging out with her, and (if she doesn't have anything to do) I'm hoping we'll hang out every day until the 14th, then I move back north. The only thing I'm worried about is she claims she won't have a cell phone, so I don't know how I'm going to get a hold of her when I want to do something...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Parents are annoying
On Sunday I was told that my family were planning a quick trip to the valley I live in to visit their favorite restaurant and the art museum. They invited me along, but since it was being planned for during the time I'm in writing group, I was a little hesitant and didn't make any commitments.
So today when I called them to check on what time they would be at the art museum, so that I could meet them there after writing group, my dad tells me that I have to come to the restaurant, that they had decided that it was going to be the family birthday party for me and my brother, who won't be here for his birthday next month.
Boo! So now I have to choose between a birthday part for me and my writing group and friends, who I haven't seen longer than I haven't seen my family. Great.
My dad suggested I invite the friend I missed the most to the party, and I tried to, but he hasn't answered my text yet, the lameface. So we'll see. I might have to leave my friends and hope they want to do something with me later...
In other news, this week has been exceptionally boring. I haven't done anything but read, writing, go to the library for the internet, and watch movies. While that sounds like fun, its nothing compared to last week. I had a long post for you readers about last weeks adventures, but it got lost for some reason...
But I now have a decent plot for part two of my novel! Whee! I can now start writing it, which I plan to do so today at the writing group, with what little time I'll spend there.
TTFN (Tah Tah For Now! Quote from Tigger)
So today when I called them to check on what time they would be at the art museum, so that I could meet them there after writing group, my dad tells me that I have to come to the restaurant, that they had decided that it was going to be the family birthday party for me and my brother, who won't be here for his birthday next month.
Boo! So now I have to choose between a birthday part for me and my writing group and friends, who I haven't seen longer than I haven't seen my family. Great.
My dad suggested I invite the friend I missed the most to the party, and I tried to, but he hasn't answered my text yet, the lameface. So we'll see. I might have to leave my friends and hope they want to do something with me later...
In other news, this week has been exceptionally boring. I haven't done anything but read, writing, go to the library for the internet, and watch movies. While that sounds like fun, its nothing compared to last week. I had a long post for you readers about last weeks adventures, but it got lost for some reason...
But I now have a decent plot for part two of my novel! Whee! I can now start writing it, which I plan to do so today at the writing group, with what little time I'll spend there.
TTFN (Tah Tah For Now! Quote from Tigger)
Thursday, July 16, 2009
For information...
... About going to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, see Creselin's blog. She says it all really great, and has the pictures.
In addition to what she said, Chase happened to be someone I already knew, from my year of General Ruckus at the Scera Theater. And at the dinner I also saw AJ and Ben and Ames. (Who I now realize was from my institute class!) AJ and Ben were both assistant teachers for General Ruckus and them and Chase were all in Acting Up, the older group.
I seriously never thought I would see them again.
When Chase heard that I recognized them, he was shocked to learn I was from General Ruckus. His face was really funny. It was great seeing them again.
In addition to what she said, Chase happened to be someone I already knew, from my year of General Ruckus at the Scera Theater. And at the dinner I also saw AJ and Ben and Ames. (Who I now realize was from my institute class!) AJ and Ben were both assistant teachers for General Ruckus and them and Chase were all in Acting Up, the older group.
I seriously never thought I would see them again.
When Chase heard that I recognized them, he was shocked to learn I was from General Ruckus. His face was really funny. It was great seeing them again.
Friday, July 10, 2009
My Cyborg Name
I found it immensely funny that all the words made sense together.
Here's another one:
And another:
And my last one (Man, I have a lot of names!):
Poor Noble, limited to exploration...
Anyway, you can find this delicious little generator at http://cyborg.namedecoder.com. I highly recommend going. It's really funny.
In other news, I've been reminded that the balloons mentioned in the previous post were purple. (Duh... How come I didn't remember that?)
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Why Balgram is my best friend
Let's start from the beginning:
I've never had very many friends, mainly because I've been homeschool most of my life. I didn't have any real friends, not even in my ward, until I was about 12, and even then it was only one. So when I moved to Utah with my family when I was 13, it was a great big shock when almost everyone became friends with me. One girl stood out to me the most.
At the time she was a MiaMaid, which means she was either 14 or 15. I can't remember exactly how old she was. She was always drawing in class, and she made an effort to befriend me, even though I was only a Beehive. I made friends with almost everyone in the ward's young womens group, but she's the one that stuck with me the longest. I still can't figure out why.
During high school, she had a job walking dogs for a neighbor. Sometimes she would invite me along. We would talk about story ideas, we would take each other on adventures (though it was mostly her taking me,) and we would always have fun.
I started going to high school the second semester of my junior, and by this time she was about to graduate (or had already graduated, correct me if I'm wrong). I also had gotten a job working at a local Subway (hated it by the way), and so we didn't hang out all that much any more.
Apparently she felt bad about it, because one day while I was at work she stopped by and said that she had left something for me at my house, and that she had given it to my mom. I thought it was nice of her, and thought about it the rest of work until I got home.
Mom was in her room, and when I asked her about it she handed me three candy bars/small bags of skittles tied together by the string of a balloon. (I can't remember the color any more...) Along with the candy and balloon there was a note, saying that she felt bad about not spending more time with me. I was happy, but thought that was it.
I headed downstairs to my room, and dropped my bag on the floor and didn't even notice anything different about my room for a few seconds. When I did, I was stunned.
The room was covered with treats, oatmeal cream cookies (which to this day remain my favorite store bought cookies), and at least one bag of smoothie flavor skittles, my favorite (did you know they don't sell them anymore?!?) There were more balloons, and it all looked very festive.
I actually cried.
Normally, I'm not a crier. I don't cry at movies (unless I force myself to), I don't cry when I'm in pain, and I really just don't like crying in general. But seeing all that candy and balloons, and realizing how my friend felt about me, made me cry. (happy tears of course)
I don't think I ever told her that. Well, now I did.
Even though I moved away from that home, we still kept in contact, still did things together, and about the middle of last fall, I started hanging out with her every Saturday.
The latest great thing my best friend has done for me? She helped edit my novel. She spent a long time on it, just to help me make it better, time she could have spent doing other things, especially since she's in Japan.
Her name will be the first name in the acknowledgments when my novel is published.
I've never had very many friends, mainly because I've been homeschool most of my life. I didn't have any real friends, not even in my ward, until I was about 12, and even then it was only one. So when I moved to Utah with my family when I was 13, it was a great big shock when almost everyone became friends with me. One girl stood out to me the most.
At the time she was a MiaMaid, which means she was either 14 or 15. I can't remember exactly how old she was. She was always drawing in class, and she made an effort to befriend me, even though I was only a Beehive. I made friends with almost everyone in the ward's young womens group, but she's the one that stuck with me the longest. I still can't figure out why.
During high school, she had a job walking dogs for a neighbor. Sometimes she would invite me along. We would talk about story ideas, we would take each other on adventures (though it was mostly her taking me,) and we would always have fun.
I started going to high school the second semester of my junior, and by this time she was about to graduate (or had already graduated, correct me if I'm wrong). I also had gotten a job working at a local Subway (hated it by the way), and so we didn't hang out all that much any more.
Apparently she felt bad about it, because one day while I was at work she stopped by and said that she had left something for me at my house, and that she had given it to my mom. I thought it was nice of her, and thought about it the rest of work until I got home.
Mom was in her room, and when I asked her about it she handed me three candy bars/small bags of skittles tied together by the string of a balloon. (I can't remember the color any more...) Along with the candy and balloon there was a note, saying that she felt bad about not spending more time with me. I was happy, but thought that was it.
I headed downstairs to my room, and dropped my bag on the floor and didn't even notice anything different about my room for a few seconds. When I did, I was stunned.
The room was covered with treats, oatmeal cream cookies (which to this day remain my favorite store bought cookies), and at least one bag of smoothie flavor skittles, my favorite (did you know they don't sell them anymore?!?) There were more balloons, and it all looked very festive.
I actually cried.
Normally, I'm not a crier. I don't cry at movies (unless I force myself to), I don't cry when I'm in pain, and I really just don't like crying in general. But seeing all that candy and balloons, and realizing how my friend felt about me, made me cry. (happy tears of course)
I don't think I ever told her that. Well, now I did.
Even though I moved away from that home, we still kept in contact, still did things together, and about the middle of last fall, I started hanging out with her every Saturday.
The latest great thing my best friend has done for me? She helped edit my novel. She spent a long time on it, just to help me make it better, time she could have spent doing other things, especially since she's in Japan.
Her name will be the first name in the acknowledgments when my novel is published.
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