Moby, Man

"Iiiiii'm dreeeeeaammminnng of a whiiiiiite Christmaaaass; just like the ones I used to know; blah blah blahhhhh blah blah; blah blahhhhh blah blah; blah blahhh; blah blah blah blah blahhhhhh; blah blah"

That song is stuck in my head and I only know a few words to it! Until recently I thought it said, "I'm dreaming of a wife for Christmas".

I think people should really pronunciate better when singing that song. Especially if they're a woman.

(I typed in, "pronunciate" and spellcheck stuck a red line under it. So I googled how to spell the word. I had it right! Spellcheck was wrong! But, come to find out, it's just "pronounce" and "enunciate" put together. Not quite sure if it actually is a word or not. WHATEVS. I'm using it anyway.)

I've been sitting on a heating pad all day everyday for the past week. My mother doesn't believe in actually using our air heater. So I've been having to double (or triple) layer, drink lots of coffee, and not leave this pad unless absolutely necessary. Even though every time I say, "My butt is hot!", Jerm quickly replies, "No, it's not.", I've enjoyed sitting on this magical piece of white plastic covered in blue cloth. We've had a lot of bonding moments recently.

I've spent most of this morning sitting on Moby (his name is Moby 'cause, ya know, he's blue, and whales are blue) reading a pink Hitler book for literature.

hah. hah. hah. I don't actually have anything to say about the book. I just like calling it a pink Hitler book.

hah.

Moby is hurting me right now.
But as much pain as he causes, I just couldn't leave him.

This morning I was jamming out to Thrift Shop while doing 7 Minute Abs.

..I don't have anything to say about that either. I just want you people to know that I actually exercised. For seven minutes straight!

Ain't nobody got time for dat!

My 2012 in a Nutshell

I'm laying in bed right now contemplating life. There are so many unanswered questions out there. Like how many licks does it really take to get to the center of a Tootsie pop? Or which arm rest in a movie theater is actually yours?? And why is it okay for someone to shop without any pants on, but they have to wear their shoes and shirt?!

Hah. Just kidding. I was actually just browsing Facebook and decided to blog. 

Christmas is three days away. It definitely doesn't feel like it, and not just because I haven't done any wrapping yet. This year has gone by so fast. 

Okay, okay. EVERYBODY says that at the end of EVERY freakin' year. 

I guess I just learned a lot this year. It has been one of my best years ever, and I don't want it to end. Well, the last few months anyway. The first several months are kind of a blur. 

Actually, I take that back. Just the first couple months are a blur. The rest, I don't really want to remember.

Writing this post is making me think a lot about what this past year has brought me. People normally wait 'till New Year's Eve/Day to tell the world what they like/disliked about the previous year, but I think I shall do that today. Doubt I'll be in the mood to do it later anyway. 

So at the beginning of this year I was in a couple different co-ops and playing softball. 

..wow. I haven't thrown a softball in ages nor have I seen any of my old co-op friends (unless you count my neighbors who live down the road). 

I was starting a new season of speech and debate, but not in the best attitude. I kept telling myself that it was going to be my last year and I was going to quit. Just one more year - a few more months, really - and I didn't have to stay up all night debate researching or memorize my speeches on the way to a tournament ever again. 

I didn't put that much effort into the events I competed in. I told myself I was, but it wasn't nearly as much effort as I could have been putting in. 

Well the season ended without me placing very well. I told everybody that I wasn't going to compete the following year. 

School, softball, and whatever else I was doing finished. 

Then came summer. 

It was my busiest summer I've ever had. My mom started working and I had something different going on almost every week. Somewhere in the middle, I decided to do another year of speech and debate despite what kind of looks I get from my Prisonville friends when I tell them I'm STILL competing.

I don't think my year really started getting great until the end of summer.
Last year I was dealing with all my teenage girl insecurities and blah, blah, blah. Because of them, I acted very bitchy to several people around me. I didn't like anybody, really.
This year I've learned that life is all about relationships with other people. Unless you live on a deserted island with a volleyball named Wilson, you will probably make contact with someone else on this planet. Whether it just be at the grocery store, online, on the phone, or whatever you do, it will involve at least one other person.

So even if you're not a people person, SMILE and make the best of it!

God has really blessed me in the last few months. I've been getting closer to local friends, I got my driver's license, I have great math grades (that's a shocker), I've been making money, and I got FREE hobo Toms and Hollister jeans yesterday!! Those are just the blessings I can think of off the top of my head.

I take back what I said about not wanting this year to end. I am ready for it to end and to make the whole TWELVE months of next year be the best!

P.S. Almost forgot to add some unrealistic New Year resolutions!!

1. Wake up before 9:00 every morning (hah).
2. Go running everyday (bigger HAH).
3. No sugar, no dairy, no wheat (HAHAHAHAH).
4. And finally, give up stalking others on Facebook (BAHAHAHAHAHAH).

Okay, now I'm done. 

DUCK FACE EMOTICON (they need one)

It's that time of the year again!!
..to procrastinate your Christmas shopping 'till Christmas Eve, to make your little brother decorate the tree all by himself, to give up diets all together and eat whatever sweets are set in front of you, and to receive family photos from people you don't even recognize.

Oh yeah, it's also time for Texas to be on her period. Like, seriously. Her weather is so moody. Last night I tweeted a tweet on twitter complaining that I had to turn on my fan to go to sleep. This morning I brought out the heating pad, hot cocoa, and Ramen (I also brought out the chocolate I got from church last night and ate it all in one sitting, but that has nothing to do with Texas' period).

Today I've been attempting to memorize my speeches for this Alabama tournament I'm going to in a couple weeks. I considered not putting that on my blog 'cause Imma try to surprise someone by showing up, however she doesn't read this anyway. And she's too dumb to check the registration checklist and see that I'm going. HAH. She's slow.

Speaking of slow people, my other slow friend MADE ME A FANPAGE.
Yeah. 'cause I obvs have a ton of fans out there.
If you're reading this, you might be one of them. So to see it, click here.
Of course, there was a GOOD REASON for that chica (hah. get it? 'cause I'm Mexican) to create me a fanpage other than collecting all my dumb sayings/unattractive pictures in one area that she could have used for blackmail.
..wait, no. That's pretty much the main reason.

Well sir, I shall go find something else sweet to eat. That is way more important to me than making this blog post any longer than it already is.

Laters.

Opposites Attract?

Obviously, I've been too busy to post something on here lately. Or at least, that's my excuse for not writing anything recently. When in reality, I totally could post a few words everyday if I wanted to. However, right now is probably not the best time to be writing something for my pointless blog when I have a huge research paper to work on and two ten minute long speeches to start and finish all this weekend.

Eh, they can wait.

A few moments ago, I read what had to be the most touching thing anyone has ever written about me. It may not seem all goo-goo-gah-gah, but I loved it.
Emelie's post about us made me want to eat a piece of pie. So I did. 'cause we had some on the counter since my mom is attending a women's Christmas party and she generously left a few slices behind. She should really socialize like that more often.

Her post also made me want to continue my procrastination toward the several papers I have to write and instead write on 'dis thang (yeah, I misspelled those words on purpose 'cause that's what's cool these days).

It basically mentioned a few of the several differences between us, despite the fact that we've grown up together, rarely going a week without seeing each other's faces. Even in the times when we were mortal enemies because we didn't want to share our paint with each other, I continued to see glare at her.

This past weekend at Winter Retreat she and I weren't linked arms 24/7 (metaphorically speaking, of course. I'm not a big touchy person.), but it seemed like we still grew closer to each other by just eyeing one another from across the room. Oh, and she kinda gave a couple 13 year olds my number so I've been having to update her on that. However, she failed to give it to the appropriately aged Mexican of mine.

Anyways, Emelie has always been a big part of my life even when we leave each other and hang out with other people for a change.

She's even a big part of my school life. Or at least, her family is. And they're all just as crazy as she is.
At co-op (a place where home schoolers get together and have classes but they're too cool to call it school), Emelie's Aunt teaches me how to sing and dance to mathematical formulas.
Her mother sticks happy hats on my head. (To see proof, click here.)
The same Aunt forces me to run a mile every week.
Her father shows unattractive pictures of me to the whole Government class. (Not showing proof for that one. Sorry.)

All that to say, stay cool, Em. Stay cool.

I like you.

This is my mousy talking. I like my mousy. He's cute.