Dum Dum De Dum Dum...

Ok, since some people like to complain about me not making any posts, and then complain about the posts I make, I guess I'll just talk about completely random things that make absolutely no sense.

So to start, my right hand is totally asleep from the last hour I spent leaning on it to surf the web. So now typing with it, is incredibly hard, and kinda feels funky.

-Funky is a funny word.-

Funky... funky....finicky...freaky...snazzy...hmmm.

So like in a week from today, not only does Nichole leave for VIRGINIA!! (hey I remembered the date) but I leave for a drive up half the country for no reason. I'm going to drive with my mom up to North Carolina, which is the halfway point for my Aunt Becky who is driving with her two children (who have been reported as brats) down from New Jersey for a couple o'weeks visit. Could you follow that sentence? This is the one married to the Nazi uncle who has weird ties to his viriginity. (My Aunt Becky's real name is Rebecca Lynn, which is a country song by Bryan Adams, or is it White, yeah, it's White.) SINGING TIME!!!!


Rebecca Lynn...grew up in Carolina....


That's all I remember of the song.


Wouldn't it be cool if for like a font, you could do like the music notes signs? I wouldn't really have any use for them, cause I can't read music, much less spell it, or write it (I guess), but in such cases that I start singing, it would be cool to surround my singing with music notes. Right?

Today hasn't been the best day in the world for me. I found out I have to give my doggy away before I go off to college, the real reason behind this I will only reveal to some. Anyhoo, I'm supposed to be finding a new home for her, and I have no idea how to go about that. She's not really a puppy, she's not really old, she has mild food aggression towards other dogs, and she has moderate aggression towards other dogs, unless she knows them, and ESPECIALLY if they have their anal glands remove...(poor Sara). If someone knows of anyone who would like a Black Lab, that I dearly love, and it pisses me off that I have to get rid of her, please contact me. I'd really perfer that she went with someone I knew, and I knew would take good care of her. And love her as much as I love her...ugh, I hate this. Stupid parents, poor baby.

Just a little bit ago, I got that thudding pain in my chest when a burst of nervousness about moving up to college slammed into me. Like sitting around talking to my mom, and sister, like stuff like that, I won't be able to do on a normal basis. And phones just aren't the same, you know? And then little things, like the fact that I'm going to be living ON MY OWN! With no curfew, no rules besides my own. Normally, any normal college student (teenager just sounded weird there) would be thrilled at this new sense of freedom. But for me, that's not freedom, but rather the sudden relinquishing of any real support or border that I have built my life inside. I think Providence stunted me a lot more that I thought it did. There you were just expected to be good, and being a rebel meant not tucking your shirt in. Now there's no dress code, no rule about shirts being tucked in, no rule about members of the opposite sex, and PDA, and when or when they can't come over to your dorm...and OH THE POSSIBILITES!

Someone ground me. And find a place for my baby.

Much love everyone!