Train tickets! Summer trip? Yes, please!

Well. I'm excited for Easter! I'm going to do an Easter basket project. And do an whatsit... Pre-order for custom Easter baskets. And you can get all sorts of little chocolate treats and candies 'n' junk. It's going to be *high pitched voice* fabulous! I'm so excited! I'm writing up the order forms and flyers today, including my email, and all the necessary information for this kin'a thing. I'm filled to the brim with excitement! Plus I'm going to meet Spencer's mom this summer. And his little sister. And, I'm paying for him and I to go with the money I earn from the Easter basket sale. And, a Mother's day gift basket. So, I'm going to be busy busy busy! So totally worth it though! So far, I have one dollar. Thanks to my friend Maddi. It's not much, but, it's a start. And, I'm hoping my friend Ann's mom will help me with this. Because, with the little chocolate treats I'm going to go down to Winco and buy a chunk of their bulk chocolate. One of white, one of dark and one of milk. And color the white chocolate treats all sorts of cute colors. Like pinks and purples and y'know Easter colors. Well, might as well get started!

Yuuuussssh! FINALLY!

I. Am. Crazy excited! I get to go to Spencer's after school and. . . Play video games. So, uhm yeah. I don't think you guys will understand it, but, I don't get to go to his house often. It's weird, I asked and mom said no. He asked and mom said: I guess so... Which in mom language is a yes. Weird huh? I think she just wants to spend time with dad alone. Y'know? Well... At least until Alisa gets home. Then, Meg and P.J. I totally admit to deciding to do her science fair project for her. Mainly because I could do a fantastic job and make it look legit and yeah. I'm going to photoshop a bee picture and all this great  shtuff. Also, I'm working on cutting down my swearing. Of course, automatically when something bad I happens I swear. I have a new phrase: Jesus, Mary and Joseph!!!! Just for when something bad happens or I get surprised and need to y'know say something before I explode from pressure. Like, from the movie Summer School when they're about to take the exam and Chainsaw screams with his arms around his head and says: "Had to. Stress breaker." It was either that or "tension breaker." That's a pretty damn good movie. See? one swear word. In this post so far. My campaign continues! I challenge you all(my dear readers and I don't know how many of you there are but, yeah. Subscribing is fine by the way. Thought you should know) to try to y'know. . . Swear... Less. I don't know how to be incredibly specific without offending someone somewhere. So now you know. :P It's fun actually. Making stuff up to say instead. Three days until I don't send in my story and mail it to New York city. On another had, I am in a fantastic mood! I explained earlier about me going to Spencer's and nothing can shatter this mood. Okay, except for the music that Janea Taylor and her group play in extreme games(It's really called team sports, but, extreme games sounds cooler) which is so repetitive I can't stand it. By repetitive I mean they won't leave the damn cd player alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They're constantly messing with it! I hate it! 

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Wow. My little sister P.J. has a higher reading lexile than my little sister Meghann. The big thing with this, is that P.J. is eight. Meghann is ten. Wooooow. Okay the only reason I know this is because on the stupid things we have for advisory with our grades on it, they have our  parents' family access logins. And well.... see... I kin'a hacked dad's with that. I copied it down in my phone and have it just about memorized. Alisa knows it too. Oh the joys of being sixteen and erm, yeah. No. I don't even know what I'm talking about. Most people don't. At least, I don't think they do. Maybe they do. Maybe they don't. Who knows? Who cares? *excited  bouncing and yelling* School's almost over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See ya!

I like babies!

Sooooo, it's been a LONG while since I've written up a post, and even longer since I posted on my other blog, The Working Woman's Little Black Book, I mean, I've been busy. Consumed with Photoshoping and all sorts of junk. Junk like, reading, math homework, writing. SPEAKING OF WRITING. So, there's this Scholastic Novel Writing contest. Now, the novels are due to be postmarked on the 17th. It is the 12th. I am no where near finished. I've decided to just write and write, and submit my novel next year. It's just easier on my stress levels. And boy do I have stress. I mean, I'm a teenager. I shouldn't stress out so much. But, I do. Just, 'cause... There's school stuff, like, homework, tests, and a paper that I have for history that I didnt get to finish that's due tomorrow, but, I'd rather have something rather than a big fat nothing, y'know? It's all good I guess, my paper is very very very good if I do say so myself. College level maybe. My old English teacher(he moved to Texas at the start of second semester) did say that my writing is. . . Sophisticated. That it's better than tenth grade writing. He seemed apalled at the fact, and I didn't really understand why it was a bad thing at all, I was quite confused. So, even though a good quarter of my Imperialism in the Congo: Good or Bad history paper is not.. there... I should do okay. I found two really good Wikipedia pages. Not all pages on Wikipedia are y'know legit. But, these two were FANTASTIC. There was no little: [citation needed] boxes. No, there were around thirty citations for each of the pages. I kinda copied parts of the two pages word for word onto my paper BUT, I copied the citations they had onto my bibliography so, I think I'm going to do okay on this one. I had gotten to six citations when the bell rang and I went: Jesus, Mary and Joseph I hope this ends well... Generally I will have a paper finished but, this history paper is on my top five NO top three best. Papers. I have ever written. Now, that's saying something. Because, generally I don't put too much effort into school essays but, I fucking love history. It's one of my favorite classes. I want to go on more to WW1 and WW11 but, we have a lot to cover until then. Now, I told you my old English teacher, Mr. Cupp, moved to Texas. Our new teacher Mrs. Goosman is pretty cool. The coolest thing about her is that we started our writing unit. Which I am pumped for. It's going to be great! Getting to practice my writing skills. Everyday. I'm totally rambling but, who cares? What would Jesus do? Sure 's hell not y'know keep me from rambling. This is, after all, my blog. :3

I am a silly spider monkey.

Apparently, there's some solar flare stuff, and today, nothing has happened except I am in a fantastic mood. All day. Okay, only since about second period but, shush nobody needs to get into details. Now... Recently, not much has happened really. I'm still in school, last week school was cancelled because of a TON of snow. It was crazy! I'm still failing team sports, still have a D in English not much has changed... But, whey hey, I'm getting my shit together. From now on I will do stuff in time. I think I can manage that, along with managing to write, type, print and mail a fifty page novel by the fifteenth of February. Well, the requirements are that it must be "postmarked by February 15". And, it's the twenty-fourth. I have...  Twenty four days. I'm not so sure exactly but, I think I have it down. I'm already pretty far, and I've been scribbling scribbling as much as I can, even if it means being up until two in the morning. You know, it's all a matter of perspective or whatever. I don't even know what in hell I'm rambling about. But, that's just me. I'm a silly spider monkey. Although, I'm not a monkey... And I am deathly afraid of spiders. But, I am silly, and my team sports teacher, Mr. Wolden called me that. And, one of the most embarrassing things happened today, I was trying to get my friend Aimee up so we could do our two laps around the gym, and... When I pulled her up I elbowed him in the waist!!!! It was so bad.... Aimee and I scarpered off after that. All in all, today has been fantastic! Yesterday was too. In team sports we've been playing volley ball, and I cannot serve to SAVE MY LIFE. Not kidding. And, yesterday, I was up to serve and feeling pretty scared, and I served and this guy, Hunter Larsen, saved my serve! I was up to serve for ages it felt like, and Aimee and I were all "Yeaaahhh!!! Ohmygod this is awesome!!!" Because, normally, my serve doesn't even go anywhere near the net. But, today, it wasn't the same but, y'know, who cares? I may not have had a great serve but, I had fun. Aimee and I decided that on our 21st birthdays we are going out clubbing together along with Spencer and one other person. We have just been all awesome and feeling great and stuff. And, the other day, Spencer and I went from talking about not so appropriate stuff, to talking wedding plans. It's just going to be awesome. I feel even awesomer because my aunt Cailin is getting married to Tee-roy Troy in July and... I get to be the floral designer!!!!!!! It's going to just be great. I would post more on my tablet(I got one for christmas) but, it just refuses to co-operate when it comes to the body of the post. I know this very well, I have tried over and over again. With no results. I am going to redesign my blog again, mostly because I'm sitting in Photojournalism and we have a sub and I'm really bored. I don't have any new pictures to fart around with but, I am going to post up, on the side, some of my more memorable photoshop photos.

Oooooh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've got a greeeeaaat prezzie!!!!!!!!!!! You know Angry Birds? Well, for Christmas my prezzie from Spencer I got a little pig. Named Piggy! And, I luuuuuuuuuuuuurve him, both him and Spencer :D 

I. Am. An. Absolute. DORK.

OKAY. So first, I feel like a total idiot for baring my soul to Spencer, it was cool because he got it, and I felt better later, it was a sort of heart to heart, soul baring conversation. It went on until almost midnight and afterwards I PASSED out. Like, passed the fuck out. It was crazy. I felt like a fool and a half, and almost said something I thought of this morning but, right as I thought about telling him... I said to myself, no, you will make a fool of yourself. Soooooo I didn't. And I'm not telling YOU either. Just because I am me, and I am cool like that.
   


     Er, no, I just don't feel like making a fool of myself on the internet. Because I honestly don't know how many people read this, and I really really like to y'know, not feel stupid.


   MOVING ON. AnnMarie you are being stupid. Bottom line. You are being stupid with this whole Michael business, she probably won't read this but, I just had to say it. It's funny, my blog is sort of like a diary, only, I write in my REAL diary more often. It's a blue spiral notebook. Not kidding you. My next one is quite cool and bound n stuff and the design is great, although when I got it I didn't know that there would be bible quotes at the bottom of each page. Catholic Bible quotes. Shit. Just shit. That's all I could think of to say. I am working on my LSD Adventure to describe this whole Mike and NIchelle and AnnMarie business and I hope it explains everything. I really do.

Hey Peoples Of Earth

Well, as is really obvious, I messed around with my blog again. I like it, because really, why can't everyone just speak english? Things would be a lot less confusing. Like, international talking type things. So we don't have things like George Bush when he went to Australia  and was all "yeah yeah peace out man" with the peace thing with your fingers. And he ended up really offending them. Well, I like the new name, because it's great! I like it. I think it looks nice how I've set my blog up. But, I have really good grades. No joke. I am amazed, and really proud of myself.  OKAY OKAY, I have one F in gym, and one D in English but just back off okay? On to books. I have been reading a great book. It's called Tweak: Growing up on Methamphetamines by Nic Sheff. And okay okay I know I know, it's a memoir about his life while he was in San Fran and L.A. and how he relapsed, got his shit together, then relapsed again. But, it is FANTASTIC. Not shitting you. I love it. It's great. His dad, David Sheff, wrote the book Beautiful Boy  and this book is the other side. I haven't read Beautiful Boy and I doubt I will but, whatever, I also have read Withering Tights by Louise Rennison. Who is one of my favorite authors. She lives in England and so on, and I read her series Confessions Of Georgia Nicolson. Which, most of the things in there really did happen to Louise and I thought that it was great and the books are really quite funny, in a teenaged angst kind of way. I recommend her books eight ways to Sunday. And I KNOW that there isn't eight ways to Sunday, but get off my back will you??? You're starting to seem like my Mutter and Vater. So HUSH. And shutup brain. Now. Have you ever had one of those times where your brain will NOT SHUT THE HELL UP??? I've been having those. I can't stop thinking about the 17th. Which, I know, is tomorrow. I can't stop thinking about it, because it's Spencer and I's three year anniversary. Really awesome right! I know!!!! I'm so excited I think I might explode! It's been driving me crazy thinking about it, and ever since about... Sometime last week I have been in a fabulously fantastic mood. All the time. Even in the mornings. And I am not known to be a happy camper in the mornings. Normally I'm a wake-me-up-and-I'll-fucking-kill-you camper in the mornings. Which, uh, isn't all that good really. Particularly because of waking up and going to school every morning. Which, let's see, I've only been doing for the past eleven years now. And, I'm still not used to waking up in the mornings, I'm a bit better at it now that I've been doing it for so long, but, in elementary school I was not very good at getting up. In the form of.... Well, I almost had to be dragged out of bed, and then I had to be up and ready to go at seven fifty in the morning, instead of six thirty like I have to now. Weird right? And, really the waking up at a certain time every day never really ends, because after highschool, there's college and going to work, and all that. But, hey, it's better than being broke and out of work right?

There is nothing quite like life.

There is nothing quite like being in the bathroom, dancing you ass off in front a mirror, totally lost in the music. Lost in every bit of the song. There's nothing quite like life. You have your ups and downs. The ups where you're having a great time, you're lost in the music, and then the downs where you're having a hard time. But, the thing is, is that everything gets better. It always does. It always will. The ups are awesome, you fall in love, you get your dream job, you finish high school or college, you get married, you have your first child. All those things. And there are the downs where maybe, your best friend gets addicted to drugs, or your aunt dies. Or any number of things. For your friend you can always cart them off to treatment, and you can grieve over your aunt, and then things will get better, humans may be essentially bad, but, they have the potential for good. (We're studying Lord of The Flies in English) Even people who have done terrible things, still have the potential for goodness. Like... Hitler. He did lots of horrible things(well, he had other people do them but he had the thought) but, he had a family. He had a daughter, who he must have loved very much, and cared about. See? It's all, er. . . Related. Or do I mean relative? I don't know, why are you asking me, when I don't even know what I'm going on about most of the time? But, alas, EVERYONE has good days and bad days. You're not the only one. You're not the only person who's afraid of falling in love because you've been hurt so many times before. You're not the only person who's worried about losing their job or their house or their family. It happens.

Oooohhh boyyy

Well. That was a laugh. The Vet Day assembly was funny Kay and Spencer kept on rockin' out to the "serious" songs about war and death and so on, it made me smile. And he kissed my nose. Just out f the blue. It was sweet really. Anyways, he is coming over after school and I am suuuper nervy about it  because dad's gonna be home and I don't want the third degree about kissing and all that crap. Not to mention tickling. And laughing. And goofing off to go outside and run around. Whew! Today has been fun :D

Whey hey! Hey ho!

Say hello to brand new Wise Woman of the Forest! I have become a wise wise person! I am helping my friend Beth vis a vis a shy boyfriend type of problem. Now, I have another blog! For ladies (and Josh) only! It is called The Working Woman's Little Black Book. A love/relationship help guide. See, I told you I have become Wise Woman of the Forest. People are starting to take me vair vair seriously. Which is er.... Actually kind of scary. Because generally when I give people advice I am just pulling stuff out of my butt and it makes absolutely no sense because I am talking bollocks. By the way, I have been reading a bunch of books by the British author Louise Rennison. SO, I have adopted lots of British words. Like bollocks. And bugger. And 'er'. Not to mention oo-er. And 'vair' which is just from French people who are trying to speak British type English and they are trying to say 'very'. See, I also didn't know that when British type people talk about 'biscuits' they are talking about cookies. Did you know that? I sure as hell didn't. We may be descendants from England but people in England need to learn how to speak properly.

Yes. Hurray for my life.

I had my phone for a week. Not even. And mom went and had dad take it away again. Just because I had posted up a status on facebook, and Spencer had been mad about it and called dad names and I said: "I know." I didn't call dad names. Not at all. Seriously? A WEEK. And now dad won't listen to me. Not at all. Really Mom? Really dad? Thanks for making it so I can't have have my phone even a week. Without you guys taking it away again. I DIDN'T CALL DAD NAMES. Yea, Spencer did, but I didn't. All I said was: "I know." That's it! That's all I said. And, for good measure I deleted the post. But, honestly, people, I had it for barely a week, and already it got taken away again, how do I keep managing to fuck up at EVERYTHING? Even my math grade which has gotten raised from an F to a D+ isn't good enough even though I missed the first two WEEKS of school. And have no leverage for anything. And missed the first chapter. And need to play catch up. Great, life got to be great for once, and now, it's back into the dumps. I got my phone back and managed to keep myself from losing my mind during that lovely nervy b I had last night after starting to remember things I would rather forget because I got to text Spencer until I fell asleep. Thanks Mom, for putting me in a really bad situation. I don't even know if I'll have another nervy b. I probably will. Knowing me, and knowing how much it haunts me, well, lucky me, I get to lose my mind.

Halloween!

Happy Halloween!!!! 
I had a pretty good Halloween! Spencer and Ray and Mike came round and so we had a laugh in the kitchen until Dad came in they all had to go :( But hey it was alright I had a lot of candy already so I'm alright for now :)

I needs a band-aid.

I cut my finger this afternoon. I was using my mom's rolling fabric cutter to cut some cardboard and pushed down on the blade thinking it was the handle and my left thumb is fucked up. Fun right? No, plus we didn't have any good band-aids soooo I used two band-aids. Yeah. I hate my thumb right now.