Way to scrape the bottom of the barrel, Livejournal.
Way to scrape the bottom of the barrel, Livejournal.
Instrument case: bra.
French fry: f*ck.
Schnitzel: sh*t.
Trail mix: slut.
Et cetera.
The Writer's Blocks have a point. With the start of a new year, the only topic of conversation is, well, the new year. Rolling the Writer's Blocks for today, yesterday, and the day before into one post, this is what my family did.
New Year's Eve, we were all on vacation (with the exception of my mom) and all helped cook hors d'oeuvres (or, as my dad calls them, hores dervees) for the party later that night. I ended up having to go to the nearby grocery store for marshmallows, and I learned never to go into a checkout line behind a little old lady buying Meow Mix. She made the bagger go check the price on it... twice. Ugh. But after that, we went to a party at the house of a family friend. There was a lot of conversation, and food, and booze (that I didn't drink, except for a small midnight toast... and I will never do again because I cannot hold my liquor very well) and a bonfire. And fireworks. All in all, it was fun. We got home at 12:30 AM, to find my half-sister and her boyfriend waiting. We were babysitting my niece. Well... turns out her boyfriend is now her fiancee. Hm. I went to bed at 1:30, but apparently they didn't leave until 3 AM.
New Year's Day, I woke up feeling like crap (I told you I can't hold my liquor), and watched the Rose Parade. After that, we went to another family friend's house for New Year's dinner. My parents and grandma left at about 6, but the family friend offered to let us stay for a few hours. We were driven home at about 11, after a day of Scene-It, food, and Cranium. Yay!
The Writer's Block for today asks if I think my activities for yesterday will account for the whole year. I say, I certainly hope so! It was a day of fun, food, family, and no worries. Well, except for the feeling like crap part. Please, dear Lord, don't let that last all year.
Oh, and my New Year's resolution is to be a better student, daughter, and girlfriend. Here's hoping I do it!
aggravated-Truth with the guard. It's like Truth or Dare, without the dares. (May)
-Spanish Competition (April)
-Academic Competition (April)
-Band camp (August)
-Disney Trip (May)
-Hearing Les Mis for the first time (June/July)
-GTC's Spring Awakening (July)
-Being asked out (October)
-Homecoming dance (November)
-First kiss (December)
For example, two nights ago, I had a dream where I was in a car, and there was a ring of colored light, and then a ring of red light. Last night, I was riding in a car, with a pair of light-distorting glasses on from Disney World, that deflected the light (or whatever you want to call it) into a rough ring shape. Looking at the headlights in the distance created a colored ring. Then, some jackass pulled in front of us. The red of his tailights made a red ring.
Two nights ago, do you think I'd have woken up and gone "holy crap some jackass is going to pull in front of us tomorrow"? No. It was too vague.
Also, a few months ago, I had one of those dreams. You know, the kind where it feels like you lived a whole day, because your dream started with waking up and ended with going to sleep? Well, I had dreamed the ENTIRE NEXT DAY of my life. Down to the little things, like tripping on my way to 3rd period and spilling orange juice on myself at lunch.
EDIT: Well, there was the shuttle blowing up on reentry. I was in fifth grade when that happened. What really makes it stick out in my mind, though, is that me and my family went to Walt Disney World when it was launched, so we had taken the long way so that we could pull off onto the side of the road and see it better. Technically, though, I can't remember the exact date that happened, so I still have to say 9/11.
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calmSay I'm a cashier and a customer comes into my line and I say "Merry Christmas" and they get mad at me. Okay, then. Next customer, I change my greeting to "Happy Holidays" and that customer gets mad.
How in the world am I supposed to win at that cruel game as the poor cashier who gets berated no matter what greeting I give?
calmIn my small town, it's really not all that crowded, so there's no big disadvantages. If my parents decide to go down to Tampa for some big ticket items, though, oh boy that's not good.
shockedOn a totally unrelated side note, I'm all prettified for my homecoming dance right now. Squee. My hair has almost a full can of hair spray in it and about 20-30 bobbi pins, but oh well.
