It Was the Sound of You and I

Secret Number Thirty-Three: I love sunflowers during the summer time.

So, I took today off of work, cause I still feel crappy. Luckily, the throat isn't bothering me as much, but my jaw is still significantly sore. I attempted to eat some toast with my eggs this morning. Let me just say that I'm thankful no one was there to witness this pathetic failure. I'm pretty sure I looked like I've never used teeth before. Betsey the cow would be proud.

I just finished cleaning the bathroom so the mother would be happy. I started out being diligent, but then stopped caring and kind of blew off trying. Sorry, Mommy.

The wonderful sister wants me to come over for a couple hours and keep her company, which I shall get ready to do now. She's getting married in something like twenty days. That's so freaky. She's the first to get married out of us kids; my oldest brother is the first to have a kid. I'm starting to feel old and reminiscent.

Ah, the good old days when my older brother Jake would beat up on me, then Amorae would beat up on him, and Josh on her. Those were such lovely times.

It's kind of scary that my sister is getting married. I mean, it probably won't be too much different, because I've hung out with her and her fiance for the whole two years they've been together, helped Jonny plan the proposal, and have spent the night at their place too many times. But, there's still the fact that my sister...my best friend...is getting married. We're not going to have the same last name anymore. She's going to move into a house. She's going to have kids. My sister is growing up.
I think I'm going to cry.

I'm so happy for her, it's insane. But I'm also secretly terrified. She's the first one out of the four of us to be doing this; she's setting the bar. We'll be going to her for marriage advice, kid advice, whatever. It's just so odd.

Well, I'm off to get cute-ish.


"If I could change anything, I'd change everything but you...please promise me you won't change a thing..."

Watching the Light Dim...

Secret Number Thirty-One: I don't like people touching my face.

So, house-sitting was overall pretty successful, except for the fact that my grandparents' dog may hate me. Saturday morning, I groggily rolled out of the bed and let Gizmo out front to do her thing. Normally, she'll just run to the grass, do her business, and hobble back inside no problem. I expected this as I stood at the door in my normal sleeping attire of a sports bra and boy shorts. However, Gizmo decided to switch it up. I watched her wobble closer to the steps, but didn't do anything because I expected her to just stop and you know...whatever. But no. Gizmo kept walking down the little hill, down the sidewalk, and over next door. She kept glancing at the street like she was actually considering wobbling across to try out the other neighbor's grass! Not wanting to have a dead dog hanging over my head, I ran outside, sprinted down the sidewalk, scooped her up, and dashed for the front door...all in my skivvies. I was so embarrassed, and she looked pretty smug about it.

Gizmo didn't go out front again.

Frank is gone, a friend adopted him today. I was quite sad to pack his food into her car and buckle him up...his leaves actually touched the belt this time. They grow up so fast...

So, I just got a wonderful call.

I got this call from a restricted number and didn't answer until they called again and it was a riceboxx employee telling me that they're calling random people to offer this free thing if they come to the new store and I was like," where is it?" and he didn't know. So he's looking for the paper, yelling at someone else in vietnamese and kept saying "where's the f-ing paper!?" but he couldn't find it and told me sorry we could do this another time, and told me he loved me.

I told him I loved him too.

"You haven't loved since January..."

If What They Say is True; You're a Boy and I'm a Girl...

Secret Number Twenty-Eight: I close my eyes when I'm thrown in the dark.

So, pretty lazy day. The girls were gone by noon for work (haha, suckers) and I was left to piddling around my house on the hunt for something to do. I finished my first scholarship essay, cleaned up my room, watched some Shark Week shows, and then laid out in the backyard to tan with my buddy, Frank, who looks much more green now that I've placed him indoors. What a pansy. Ha, get it? Pansies are flowers...ah, never mind. My two followers will laugh.

So, now it is 4:30, and I'm stuck with nothing to do. Again. I take a lot after my mother, and just like her, I can't just sit around. I need a chore to do; something to go find. Bah, damn the hot 106 Texas degree weather! My step grandparents are coming over, and I don't particularly feel like sitting around listening to them shoot the breeze, but I can't hide in my room on the computer like "all them damn teenagers these days".

I spent too much money this weekend. Way, way too much. My whole check, actually, and I feel so guilty. I have no money to show for this entire summer. I need to cut my shopaholic tendencies and chill out. Make other people pay for shit :)

Okay, well...I guess I shall go hunt for something else to do.

"I better find yo lovin', I better find your heart..."

Brace Yourself!!

Secret Number Twenty-Seven: I think my toes look like french fries.

I'm waiting for the best friends to get over, so I'm cleaning like the nerd that I am. I blame my mother for this need-to-clean that's embedded in my skin; she's the hugest clean freak I know.

Well, today was errands day. I sweated it out in the heat, buying stuff for the wedding shower next Saturday. I felt slightly bad, because I ended up taking a whole shelf of mason jars at Hobby Lobby. I instantly regretted grabbing a basket instead of a cart, because I then had to waddle around the store and make funny, pained faces down every aisle. I'm pretty excited to get started on the decorations, but I still have more to buy.

I ended up relocation Frank again into the house to chill on a plastic McDonald's plate by our living room window, because I couldn't take the stress anymore. I think he likes it.

Excuse Me Miss, But Can I Get You Out Your...

Secret Number Twenty Three: I love how he smells first thing in the morning.

It's been summer for a while, but frankly, I can't really tell.
For one, I'm working full time at the Day Care. That includes: Keeping the boys from killing each other over computers, trying to keep my own personal space as the clingy little girls spew their cheese-puff-scented questions in my face, keep myself from dozing off, and fill my food baby with junk food and soda. Sometimes I get to go on field trips, which I am always excited about. You'd find Shrek Four exciting, too, if you sat inside all day every day. Don't judge me.

Also, I'm taking summer school for a couple of weeks. Thanks to my potential future career in teaching and therefore, ETI (sorry, FTI now), I don't have room to take both Economics and Government together senior (yay!) year next year. So, bye-bye $125, hello Summer school. It's all on the computer and self-taught and self-paced. So I just sit there reading, copying, and pasting for three hours early in the morning. Then I proceed to speed through construction zones to work. :) (I only go five-seven over. Chill.)

As for LIFE, things are hectic and out-of-whack. The boyfriend abandoned me for church camp on Saturday night, and I've been crying and smelling his pillow since then. I know it's pathetic, but we've been together two years and have spent maybe a total of a month apart during those two years. It's hard, and I miss him. You know that saying, "you never know what you have, till it's gone"? Well, I want to find the grave of whoever said that, dig up their corpse, strangle it, and chunk it back into its hole in little bone pieces. Love sucks.
Also, it's been especially hard without Cody because my dad is giving me hell, and it's really stressing me out. No details, but I'm just sick of him. Cody was always the best at making me feel better about him.

I leave Thursday for Orlando, to enjoy the new WWHOP (Wizarding World of Harry Potter) with my sister and her fiance. I'm oober excited. :) Nerds are sexy.

"It's happiness by the Carton..." Commercial ad for Dreyer's Icecream. (No songs on)

My hands smell like metal.

Secret Number Twenty one: I'm really bad at remembering things, such as blogging.

So, the year is almost over; delicious smells are floating...along with deadly and irritating pollen. The mosquitoes are making themselves known, as are June Bugs.
Number of June Bugs savagely murdered so far: 3
Everyday I'm getting closer to the joy of sunbathing and late nights...and also to my AP tests. Gah. AP tests are just not aesthetic. They're ugly, vile, putrid, baneful things that deserve to be burned in a pit and danced around. (Notice that I am memorizing SAT words. aha, BAM.)
Also, the place in which I was working just went out of business randomly, leaving me with no job and barely any money. Good news= I can stay out later, Bad news=....no money.

I'm attempting to find another job, but not running rampant through the streets JUST yet. Maybe in a couple weeks when my savings account dries out.

Saturday I'm helping best friend Emily get ready for prom. I'm really excited, even though I don't have prom. It's just the girl inside of me. :)

I should go study, so tata.

"And I was like baby, baby, baby OOOOH!"