layers in music are the best.

Okay, quick, random, not-really-necessary blog.

In about 10 minutes, i'm leaving on a road trip to Atlanta Georgia. I guess I can blog about it more tomorrow in the hotel room, but I thought I should let you know, and say sorry for not blogging lately :)

I have a couple of subjects I want to talk about. I'm feeling pressured to do a lot of things lately, it's getting on my nerves, and I don't know what to do...

More tomorrow!

WVA was AMAZING.

Dorm Room Lobby, playing Mafia.

Where I had my quiet time every morning.

The Lecture Halls

Dorm Room life...Olivia, lol

I have no idea. Me, Josh, Sarah, and Justin. GO YELLOW TEAM! :)

Breakfast at the cafeteria

My roommates and I two friends, Josh, and Justin.

Me and my roommate Sarah. (doesn't she look like cami?)



I thought I should write this blog while i'm waiting for me to switch my laundry...

I just got back (around an hour ago.) from World View Academy Camp...I have to say, I had the best week of my life. (Like they told me I would)

I got there on Sunday afternoon, and I didn't know anybody there, and well, I didn't really know what camp was all about, and yeah, I thought it was stupid how everybody was so giddy, especially the Alumni there.

We stayed at Trinity College's campus, where we stayed in the dorm rooms there, (which was way fun too)

There was really great lectures that opened my eyes to so many different religons, and every single teacher on the faculty staff, were super funny while they teached.

Man-oh-man, I don't know what I want to write about, about the camp, just overall it was amazing. I seriously think it has changed me so much on how I think of things, It's helped me SO much, I met a TON of great friends, and I found out i'm great at Frisbee, lol, and that being in a camp, with your small group, different colored teams, are just about the most fun things to be apart of, and I hope I can come next year.

It was the longest, shortest week of my life, but the BEST one I have ever had.

Yeah. That's my ramble, and I thought I should share!! :) I really will have to share more in later posts. I'm just so sad i'm back to "regular life" again, and wish I could go back, like, right now. I have officially became a WVA lover! haha

Ghetto Laptop

I thought I should mention that I got a new laptop.

Well, actually, it's a old one. A old as practically dirt (for a laptop I guess) It's a 1998 toshiba satellite. It can get internet if I pay the $40 dollars for a wireless card.

Before I got to texas, Margie got a macbook G4, and she had this one (which her sister-in-law gave to her)

It has microsoft word, and it plays music. The mouse doesn't work, so I have to buy a wireless one off of ebay, and right now i'm using a mouse from an old computer.

It works though.

I didn't realize how much I liked journal-ing. Yesterday I wrote 8 pages!!!

I always wanted to be one of those cool people who would write in journals every day, and would brag how "I finished 38 journals this year" and then they could look back at them every 5 years or so.

Nope. Not for me.

Sure, I might have 38 journals, (only because I liked the covers of the journals, which made me buy them) but they only have the first 3 pages filled out, (that's where my hand started to hurt.)

So, now, I type. I mean, obviously I have this sad little blog. Which is fine with me. But really, this blog was supposed to be completely private, then I found out a couple of my friends were starting to read it, so private-ness was sort of out of the window. b

Now, people I don't even know read my blog, which I think is just delightful. haha.

Congratulations Sarah.

I know my bangs are a little weird in the picture. But I really do love this picture.

Yesterday my sister graduated at the age of 21 from DePaul university with a bachelor's degree of Communications. I'm super happy for her, and I know she worked like heck to get it. I'm proud of you Sarah! Congratulations :)

I can't wait to be there when she graduates with her Master Degree in two years! I love you Sarah, mwuah.

Saturday night I got back from Texas...after a two hour flight to Georgia, a two hour layover in Georgia, and then a two hour flight from Georgia to Chicago.

My flights were a little weird, the first one was me sitting next to an older-gentleman, where about an hour in he tapped me on my shoulder when I was reading, and started telling me about a girlfriend he had in the 70's that looked a lot like me, and had the same characteristics that she had, and how I talked like her too. (creepy) he looked like he was about to cry, and then went on to say that she left him when they were about to get married. I told him "oh, i'm sorry." And he looked away.

Dramatic.

After the flight, since he was staying at the Atlanta Airport for his layover of 8 hours, he asked me if I wanted to get something to eat with him.

I kindly declined.

Second flight I sat with a black younger guy, where we listened to the airtran radio, and figured out we were listening to the same thing (stand up comedy) when we laughed so hard cran-apple came out of our nose (almost, way-too-near to almost) and we talked about it for awhile, where he offered to buy me a vodka, to put in my cran-apple.

I also, then, kindly declined.

I'm fifteen, and this kinda happens all the time. I really like looking older most of the time, and especially when I can fool people, if I play my cards right. But sometimes it's kind of awkward.

must read

I guess i'll write real fast, while Margie is still sleeping.

Okay. Margie is awake. Never mind about that, lol we just talked for about 10 minutes...On with the blog!

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So the story begins just because there was a freaking party going on next door. I have been sleeping in the guest bedroom down the hall, and I have no idea what I heard coming from outside, (yes, I was terrified) so, I got up and wandered over to Margie's bedroom to talk to her for a couple of minutes, and what ended up happening was I fell asleep on her couch, while she fell asleep on her twin size mattress... around three a.m, I woke up, and went back to my bedroom.

I didn't turn on the light, and was about to pull back the covers. Okay guys, creepier sound then before, snoring. Snoring? Yes, snoring. Apparently, Tom, Margie's Dad, the-50-something-year-old-retired-wrestler-football-coach-preacher, fell asleep in my bed.

So, I scurry like an elephant mouse right back to Margie's bedroom, shut the door, turn on the lights, and awakened the beast... After I told her about what happened, she went up to the guest bedroom, to figure out what was happening.

So, what happened was: The music from the party next door was way too loud, Tom couldn't fall asleep, so he decided to check and see if I was in the guest bedroom or not, so he could get some rest. I wasn't in there, so I guess he figured we were just fell asleep talking in her room.

Tom woke up, told Marg to get him a flashlight, and he ran out there told them to "Turn their music off now" in his big voice... The music was turned off immediately, but about 10 minutes later, the music was turned on again. Tom fell back asleep in the guest bedroom, Margie fell asleep with her Mom, and I fell asleep in Margie's bed.

I woke up this morning, with Margie on the ground with a blanket over her head. And yeah, here I am now.

Great story of just last night...:)

Crazy dream.

So...I had this crazy dream last night, where I woke up crying. (not good)

Okay, this is going to seem extremely strange, (it's strange to me too) I was in a nursery school, in a extremely white Marilyn-Monroe-style dress, trying to convince the teacher there that my Grandpa was a 10 year old girl, we put nail polish on him and all this crap, kinda funny, but strange. I think we were trying to convince the teacher because otherwise she would kill my Grandpa (not good) Anyways, I was hiking this little 3-5 year old boy on my hip and he started to play with the toys on the ground, and while I was fitfully trying to convince the teacher, I looked around to check on him, and I looked at his chest, and there was blood, just completely soaking the shirt...I don't know why, but I guess there was paper on taped on his chest, and that was extremely sopped in blood. So, I scooped him up, and tried to figure out where the blood was coming from, I couldn't find the source, and I was getting scared, because the blood was getting to be a very dark red, which meant his red blood cell count was way too high, and that scared me. He wasn't crying, but he looked nervous. I told my Grandpa to pretty much fend for himself, and left to go find someone with a car...

Okay, so this is the weird part, I knew my friends prom was going on, and I knew my Dad was going to be there. I knew it was across the highway (I really felt like I was in a movie or something, haha) So, I ran, in heels, carrying this kid who was starting to whimper a little bit, and ran across the highway, to the building where my friend was having their prom, found my Dad, and told him that we had to leave right then...all of the sudden my Dad started to whine, and complain, acting like he didn't want to help me do anything, coming up with five-year-old lines, "do we have to?" or "I don't wanna..." I knew he wasn't going to help me, so I started running to find a hospital...

I don't remember actually getting there, I remember stopping for a second, and looking down at my dress, and seeing that it was completely soaked in red, everywhere. I remember looking at the face, and seeing him pass out in my arms... the rest of the dream I was in the waiting room, ready for a doctor to tell me sad news, and I was crying, and I woke up.

Ever feel like a dream is so real? I really feel like I remember holding him, feeling the blood everywhere, freaking out, and asking people to help me, and nobody helped. It sucked. Oh-my-gosh it sucked.

bada bing bada boom

Well, i'm just going to tell you about my day, today. :)

This morning we woke up at 8:30, and had our bible study with Tom and Louise in their living room, and they left, and me and Margie pretty much just hung out outside and sat around in our pajamas for the heck of it...we played on the piano for a bit, and well, just were us.

Around one we decided that today would be a good day to go to six flags, and then we found out that the Tom-tom could take us right then, so we got ready in about two seconds flat, and ran out the door.

About an hour later, Tom called us, kinda angry because we left the whole house in a complete mess, and told us that we had to clean it before he got home...

So, our day of six flags went good besides that...We met a guy who worked there who let us take the flash pass line for the titan, and so we finally decided to take the ride 6 times in a row... :) We talked to him for a bit, and he was cool : )

After that we went to the superman tower of power, (where that girl got her feet snapped off by a wire...) and right as were were getting comfy in our seats, Tom called up Margie, telling us that he was outside, and he needed to be at a meeting in 20 minutes...So, since we couldn't get off at that very moment, we took the ride, and speed-walked to the entrance, until we found out that the park was closing, and, well, people kept on pointing us in the wrong direction...We found out we were at the end of the park for the superman ride (which is more then a mile long) and so we finally got to his car after 20 minutes.

Whew.


We got back home, and we instantly popped some advil (The picture, lol) and we cleaned like mad women, then Louise came home, and we ordered pizza, and now everyone is happily in their rooms, while I sit here on the "family computer"...

So, yeah :) That was my day for you. Hope you enjoyed the pics :)

Tex some of that Ass.

Okay.
So, i'm in Texas! (YAY) and i'm going to try to write this as quick as possible while Margie takes a shower.
I bought my tickets sunday morning, and now, well, I'M HERE
I arrived around 10:30, and we got back, made some pizza, and have been watching the twilight zone....

My flight was amazing! I flew airtran, I stopped in Georgia, where on my way back I was sitting across the aisle from this cool Indian guy who grew up in the US, and was around 20 years old...after he borrowed my readers digest, we talked for the rest of the 2 hour flight...which was a lot of fun. He turned out telling me his life story practically,and he just went on, and on, and on, as Indians tend to do. He was almost, well, excited about telling me. Like this "new person" comes along, and I just sat there and listened and nodded my head, and he was so slap-happy about it. Super funny. We talked about the different restaurants in little India (Chicago) where he visits every once in a while.

Yeah. So i'm here, i'm going to post tons of pics on my facebook page, maybe even on here. :)

Love you guys in chicago!