Zoom Zoom Zoom, Sib @ Eighteen, Best Day (LONGEST POST EVER)

How could I have forgotten to mention that I can drive now? Liscense drive- alone or with people other than my parents, at any hour I want, to wherever I wish as long as I can get there and tell everyone where I'm off to. It's really, really, really, nice. I passed the dreaded test two days ago- first time around, by the way. It was a little odd at first, but it wasn't a huge shock as I'd had my permit and been driving for a little over a year already. I can now choose my radio station, iPod music, volume, control the air and heat, and put down whatever windows I want. So far three of my friends are able to ride in the car with me, but one can't yet- I need to give her mother a ride before she approves of me (she plans to do that to everyone though, so it's nothing personal). The other mothers assume that the child of the insurance people will know how to properly drive. But by summer I bet we'll all be just fine. It's funny- now my car really feels like its mine. Before, yeah, I knew it was my car, or going to be my car... but it's different once you really get to drive it yourself, alone. It's my baby now. I'll find a name for it later, or maybe it'll just come to me. I name everything if I hadn't mentioned that already. But driving = good, sense of direction = I have none. We'll see how that mixes...

So today is my older bro's (codename Jay) eighteenth birthday- so go Jay! He can now officially: get married, join the army, the air force, the navy, coast guard, marines, move out, get a credit card, buy a motorcycle, sign legal papers, go to prison, rent an appartment, buy a house or condo, move to Svalbard (look at a map, it's real), and buy cigarettes, tobacco or cigars. Yay, my bro is growing up! Of course, he will not be buying cigarettes, or going to jail, or any of the bad stuff... but anyways, happy birthday! We went out to eat at Red Robin to celebrate (it's tradition). My dad signed our family up for this birthday deal thing a couple of years ago- the birthday person gets a free burger, ice cream, staff to sing to you, and a BALLOON. Since all of our birthdays are within two months (two in march- me and dad, two in april- mom and jay), keeping your weight under control is an issue for this section of the year. We had one of our neighbors as our waiter, and he was really nice. College kid, lives (used to live?) kiddy corner from my house, really cute, nice, and funny. Mom kept asking if she was allowed to ask him if he had a girlfriend (really, Mom?), and my mortified answer was always no. But anyways, this is about my bro, so again- happy adulthood and I will see you on the other side next year (oh, no)!

Other part of my post is my description of my wonderful day today with my friends, code names Sparkles, Aries, and... urhm. I need to give her a codename... I deem friend number three ARTEMIS. Yeah, I'm really sorry if you don't like it, or if anyone else is jealous of the name, but seriously, I can't think of anything else. Leave my fried brain alone. So as I was saying, Sparkles, Aries, Artemis, and I went to Sparkles' house today to have a photo shoot (she and Artemis are in a photography class, and she needed models). It was great. We got all dressed up and I brought over a ton of stuff in my car and we all went outside and frollicked around for a while. When all the rolls of film were used up Sparkles produced some tea and cookies and we had a nice tea party. Yes, we are sixteen and seventeen year old having a dress-up tea party (complete with frills, parasols, dresses, blanket, and tiaras) in her back yard. This would be the second tea party, the first such one being at my house, which is much worse because of my more public and open neighborhood compared to Spark's more isolated house. And we are okay with that. The tea party-dress up thing, that is. Even Aries participated in the frilly shoot, and she's not exactly the first person you'd think of when the word 'frilly' comes to mind, as she's more of a blue-black-gray-brown clothing colored person, who is more apt to wear jeans and a sweater than a sundress and straw hat. To put it lightly. But she did it with us, and she had just as much fun at it as we did. Sparks did get a little jealous once the shoot was over because she wasn't in party clothes like we were and she wanted, to quote her, "be a fairy princess too!" So she went in and changed and brought out tea. We drank some of it and had a cookie each, then just laid around on the blanket in the sun talking about everything from Gilmore Girls to summer vacation to driving. I had to break out my SPF 30 oil free sunscreen after a while- I was afraid I'd burn (I told you I brought a ton of random stuff), and then I had a parasol arranged so it shaded my face (didn't want to put the sunscrean on my face 'cause of all the makeup). I think I only tinted my face a little, so that's good. Sparks said we should do a tea party once a week in the summer, and we all gushed about how we wanted to go to the drive in movie theater soon. Then Artemis pointed out that we only had three days left of spring break. That was quite a downer. I proposed a motion to skip the month of May (with all of its reviewing and AP testing and ickiness like that), and unsurprisingly the motion was passed. Aries wanted to add an amendment to also extend the month-skipping through June, but that met some opposition in the ranks. Now we just need to alert the rest of the world that there will be no May this year... hmmm...

I just noticed how incredably long this entry is! Holy typewriter! Neesless to say (which means I'll tell you anyways) today was an amazing day, and I wish everyday could be fasion shoot and dress-up tea party day. *sigh*

My Doggie Plans

When I get my own place after college that ISN'T an appartment building, I will get myself some dogs. Not that I'm in any way displeased with my current babies, Ellie the Yorkie and Tommy the Mini Schnauzer, but I will most likely be too far to mother them in college and then... well, nobody lasts forever. Wow. I feel terrible now that I just typed that. Its like I'm some mother who's already planning which children to adopt after my current ones die off. I'm a terrible person... But since I've already uploaded the pictures I am forced to carry on anyways.

The first picture there is a black pug (duh). His name will be Professor, 'Fessor for short. I think he looks like a Professor. I don't really know why, but I just love the name for a doggie, and I chose a pug just because I had a pug when I was little, and he was such a sweetheart! But the name could also work for a mini schnauzer like my Tommy, because of the beard and eyebrow thing his breed has going.

Second pic up there is a mutt. That's right, I also desire a mutt. If possible I will pick mine up from a little farm that gives away mutt puppies for free in return for a happy home. I dunno if there actually are any places like that, but I've seen them in movies (yeah, that settles it). I will name my pretty mutt Milo. I think Milo is a really adorable name, and I've always wanted to use it somewhere. Though I do admit that the name also reminds me of the disney animated movie Atlantis (the awkward main character with the glasses) and one of my all time favorite movies as a little girl: Milo and Otis (though Milo is supposed to be the cat, Otis the dog).

Anyways, I just realized that both names are for male dogs. Professor is technically applied to both men and women, but I just can't see a girl being names 'Fessor. That's okay, though, male dogs are generally cool, and I've heard that women get on better with male dogs and visa versa for men and female dogs. I want two because I don't want my doggies to get lonely. I don't think that Bentley (my late pug) minded much being alone, but you never know. I know my Tommy and Ellie are happier together than apart- I see them snuggled up together as they sleep or romp around the yard together.

I don't think I'd be interested in getting a cat or a kitten. Too independent, too oh-I-really-couldn't-care-less-about-you for my taste. I did have a cat once, Molly, otherwise reffered to as 'That Cat'. She wasn't a kitten, she was nine months old when we got her, something like that. Black tuxedo and white glove look, deep green eyes. Meanest creature I've ever seen. If she was on the same level of the house as you were, that was as close to 'cuddly' she's ever get. I brushed her everyday, tried to play with her using those feather things on sticks, kept her litter box clean, kept the food and water full, but nooooooo- nothing ever pleased That Cat. Turns out the whole time we had her (only a month before we'd had enough) she had been peeing in the carpeted dining and family rooms, so we had to recarpted the house, pretty much. She also scratched my dad's new leather couch. That one was the last straw, and she was out.

So, yeah- this is my post about my future dogs and why it's not a post about future cats... ta-dah!

"They had faces then"

I found these on flickr and beneath it someone had posted, 'they had faces then'. And I was like, wow, what a perfect way to put it! I was just at the mall for a shopping spree with my friend, code name Sparkles, and I had decided, while browsing through pearl necklaces at Forever21, that next year my project for Photography class will be a period peice- 1920s. I love the feathery hats, pearl earings, floppy dresses, curly bobs, and the individuality of the women of the 20s. So free. The 1920s just rock out loud, and I love the whole decade- it rocks out loud!

Now, I laugh at the models on the cover of Seventeen magezine- what perfect little barbies you have there! There are, of course, good models and photographers nowadays, but I just LOVE period collections. Something about them...

Guardian Angels

(GAs for short) I just finished my second book of the week: Eternal by Cynthia Leitch Smith. It was about a girl and her guardian angel. I could go into the details, but I get embarresed when I try to explain my fantasy novels... I shouldn't be, so hey- I'll write it anyways. Because her angel showed himself to protect her when she was meant to die, she was taken by vampires (yes, yes, I know) and turned. She loses touch with her soul, and her GA is stripped of his powers (a fallen angel). His mission is to save her soul. I'll keep the ending to myself, in case anyone out there has good taste in books. I liked the book, though at times it smacked of Twilight, especially when the girl, Miranda, decided to "fast" and drink pig's blood instead of human blood. But then, I feel bad for the author. Twilight must have been a slap in the face when she read some similar ideas to her own in it. Poor Cynthia, I feel for you.

But anyway, my reason for posting was how the GAs were portrayed in the book. Everyone has one, and they watch over you at all times (and I mean at ALL times, which would be disturbing). They are allowed to only interfere indirectly: influence, creating a distraction, ext. I took to the idea, like I often do in the middle of my reading fevers. Imagine for a moment that you have your very own angel. Right there... ha! Did you look over your shoulder? I really like the idea of it. Comforting, and for the moment I believe in them. Despite my rather uncertain view on religion at all, I can't help it. I have an angel. It would be amazing, having someone there for you but unnoticable, and invisible ally for life. But creepy, too. Did I mention in the book the angel sees everything? He fell in love with his girl (not normal angel behavior) and once said "Shower times were my favorite." Ever been in a situation you wouldn't want a messenger of God to be there for? Uh... you get the point.

So a guardian angel. Cool idea, a little creepy, but cool.

My Political Stance

Everyone is stupid. Every single politician, union member, picketer, senator- all of them. are. idiots.


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Just Chillin', Age

Today was a day for chilling. Nice day, very pretty. A little cool, but a vast improvement from the frigid winter days- I think spring is coming (yay). The snow is melting, only a few stray patches left lingering in the protection of the shadow my house provides. They will be exterminated soon. At least I hope.

I love sitting on the porch. Just to get that out there- I do I do I do. Sometimes I bring my music with me, but its even better just to listen to the sounds of my neighborhood. Kids playing up the street, the neighbor boy practicing lacrosse and failing, the girl across the street gingerly backing the car out of the driveway for her first time driving, the dogs barking at each other... It's just nice, and I can't imagine a childhood without a neighborhood to live it in.

My aunt and uncle came out for a visit today as well. They stayed for a couple of hours and just left a couple of minutes ago. That was nice, I don't see them often. Anyways, it was a nice day all around.

Part two: age. I despise turning older. Birthdays I'm okay with, but having to acknowledge that your one year older is excruciating to me. Even though I'm young, I still don't like it, and I shall impart on you the history of my not-wanting-to-turn-older. *ahem* The first age I didn't want to have was my 6th. I liked being five, and I was afraid to go to full-time school. It was scary, and I barely got the idea that I wouldn't be able to eat lunch with my dad before going off to school anymore (I had afternoon kindergarten). Terrifying, but I loved the cake and the clown, Mr. Twisty. (I don't remember if I had a clown at my birthday party, but it's a pretty good chance.) Second was ten. The double-digit thing is a pretty big jump, there. *tear* Then came thirteen- teenager. I had heard stories about how bad teenagers were, and I didn't want to turn into some monster like people talked about. When people would ask my mom how old i was going to be, they'd hear "thirteen" and say "I'm so sorry." I was like- what the hell is going to happen to me?! Scary thing. Then sixteen. I did not want to turn 16. Fifteen was perfect for the moment- in between ten and twenty - like some song has in its lyrics. I was proud that I was just as close to my childhood as to adulthood (favoring the child side, obviously). This, so far, is my history of age-hating, though I don't really like turning anything- these were the worst (so far).

SO my birthday is tomorrow... eek! I don't wanna! I will accept the presents, family, parties, and cake, but please, I JUST started saying 16 when people ask how old I am as opposed to 15. Don't change it now that I've got it!

Damn.

What I want... really, really badly

Okay, so I've got two major wishes here. And I'll take either one gladly.

First up- being a kid again. I know- I'm not quite an old one, or even middle aged (or even close to it), but I want to be five again all the same. How awesome is the age of five? When school was fun, there was a new letter and song about that letter added to the alphabet string every week, when it was exciting to be able to read a few simple sentences, when kindergarten was a half day and you didn't want to leave school. Kickball games in the neighborhood every other night, trading off with ghost in a graveyard and a weekly man-hunt game. When parents would have their own "summoning call" to make their kids come running home for a snack and bedtime. When the doorbell ringing always meant that my two best friends were here to ask me if I wanted to play. *sigh*

I started to lose math when they started using letters instead of numbers, I dread going to school and wish to leave early if only (if ONLY) I could get up the nerve to skip out, and books that I want to read versus dry old English class books written by dead white guys are a rare treat. The doorbell only rings when the army send out a guy to ask my older brother if he would please take a look at the pamphlet about the Armed Forces or whatever, those two best friends are people I barely even see, much less talk to. I just took the SATs and am looking at colleges I know I won't go to unless I go to, I take tests, prognostics, REGENTS, APs in May, finals, midterms, DBQs, and the NMSQT. It's tiring. Not that life is all bad now (certainly not) but I don't want to get any older.

I mean, if I'm a good girl in life and I go to heaven, I will be five and in my neighborhood again. That is, if I can place an order like that. I don't know how it'll work, but if God can fix me up with that, I would be tha happiest (angel?) in heaven.

Second on my list (though it should be first, as it is just a smidge more likely than the first), is love. I want to fall in love so much, and I know that sounds school-girlish (I am) and naive and innocent (again, I am) and all that- but I do. Yes, I've gotten the memo that it hurts a hell of a lot sometimes, and that it doesn't always work out the way people plan it to... "It is far better to love and lose than never to love at all." Isn't that a famous quote? And certainly I should imagine that famous quotes are grounded with fact and expirience, no? I want to learn about love, for good or for ill. I can only imagine what I could write with such first hand knowledge. But I'm young yet, so I also understand that I'm not ready for what I'm asking here.

What brought this peice to my list was the book I finished last night. I live for the love scenes- when they awkwardly and haltingly confess their feelings for each other, blushing and stuttering. Sometimes they just straight out dive in for a kiss when he/she isn't expecting it. Ah, it's so nice. So are happily ever afters. And I will immediatly stop talking about this because I just re-read what I've been typing and I have realized how stupid and pathetic I sound... damn.

Anyways, these are my two wishes. The first wish is the one that I want more (at this moment in time at least). Think about it- would you like to be five again? You already know my answer is an overly loud and enthusiastic YEEEEEEEES!