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I need books. Okay, so that's a lie. I really don't need books at all. I have plenty, but I would like some that I haven't read. Okay, so that's a lie as well. I have two entire shelves of books that I haven't read yet. They're just...crappy books. Yes, I said it. I apologize to the authors that wrote them, but they are a miserable waste of time. Perhaps that's why they were only 50¢ at the Sharp Shopper. Yeah, remember these ? I bet they're good books. I just don't care enough to read them. (Although I did read About the Author, and it was very good.) No, I've had my eye on a certain book for a little while now. Except I haven't had the resources (AKA money and a ride) to get it. The book is Eclipse , by Stephenie Meyer. It's the third book in the Twilight series, and it just came out two days ago. Therefore, it is a hardcover, and more expensive. For the longest time, I saw the first book of the series chilling on shelves at Borders, a...

Well, I didn't exactly stay in my little cabin all weekend. In fact, I went out and did some things. It was a fairly eventful weekend. Saturday--I got arrested. Haha, sorry. I'm just kidding. I only used that as something to pull you in. No, in fact, I merely got pulled over. I was going 42 in a 25. How ridiculous is that? The officer asked for my license, and I said, "Errr..." My dad said, "Give her your permit, now..." I was a bit dazed by the whole thing--I've only had my permit for two months, and I already get pulled over. Okay, so I actually started crying--my dad said if you ever get pulled over, do it--and it was just so crazy, and I was afraid I was going to get locked up or something. I would cry for a minute, then I would burst out laughing. The officer (and my dad) must've thought I was insane. But she didn't fall for the waterworks. I got a written warning, since this was my first offense. Dear God, I'm such a driving school reje...

Goodness me. I'm beside myself. Here, metaphorically. HERE , literally. Lately, I've been feeling like a zombie. All I do, every day--sleep, watch TV, eat, go on the computer, read. Repeat. Repeat again. Repeat until your head falls off. *Feel free to insert gory picture of someone getting beheaded in a horror movie.* I'm suffering from a severe case of über-boredom. I have no place to go. Nothing to do. You wouldn't think that of me, would you? I'm a young adult, a 16-year old girl. You'd think I'd be out there, living it up to the fullest. Doing all the stuff YOU wish you did when you were my age. Well, I'm not. Most of my friends aren't friendly enough to care, and my family--well, I think that they may be suffering from the same thing here. My sister's working all the time, or drinking with her boyfriend. My mom doesn't do anything except work and watch baseball. My father--work, work, work. Is there a common theme here? The only carefre...

So I was in a pretty pissy mood today. That is, until I saw this: GUESS WHAT PEOPLE...those are my pretzels! I was extremely bored the other day, so I spelled it out and sent a picture to John Green (very famous author) and he used the picture in his video! Hoo hah, nerdfighters!

This is my church. I went there for the first time in...5 years--today. I should start by saying, I'm definitely not the religious type. I usually avoid church at all costs, but I figured that I was due for my once-a-year Mass. I was baptised and raised Catholic, but we kind of dropped out of CCD when we moved because the church was far from our new house. Mom always threatens me that she's going to enroll me in confirmation class with all the eighth graders, but she's never actually gone through with it. Don't get me wrong. I'm not afraid of/generally dislike going to church. It's just that praying, and being all spiritual with people all around me--I dunno, it weirds me out a little bit. And not to mention, saying all that "I am not worthy" gospel spit makes me feel small and insignificant. Maybe it's supposed to. I think of myself as more...Agnostic. We don't really know if God exists. Sure, I'll pray to Him in my bedroom, before a m...

Camryn made this for me. And we have good news! This morning my dad found my red notebook! He woke me up by putting it on my bed. I was so happy. Everything's in there too--my calendars, TDLs, brainstorms--everything. Hurray! Last night, my VIPs went missing. They're my Very Important Pens. Now, I know this makes me sound possessive and OCD, but I have pens that are very special to me. I use them to color code my agenda. Red, purple, green, blue, and black. Well, they went missing last night, and I looked for them all over the place. I suspected my sisters, but after a tantrum of theirs, they firmly denied taking them. That left only one culprit. MOM. Mom ended up taking my pens. I guess she thought they were hers, or thought that I had stolen them... so she took them. Turns out my family's a whole bunch of thieves, huh? LOCK UP YOUR STUFF! It's the ONLY way to keep everyone out of it.

Okay, so I spoke too soon. Yesterday may have been swell, but today really sucked. It wasn't even one of those "Awww, your day was AWFUL, honey!" days. It was one of those "Damn, that sucks" days. On a scale of one to ten? Eh, we'll give it a 5. Let's just say it could have been a lot worse. Shitty thing #1: I lost one of my notebooks. I carry around a couple of steno pads with all of my notes, TDLs, idea lists, brainstorms, and even some calendars I tucked between the pages. Plus, in the front I have the rough drafts of the articles I wrote for Youth and Government earlier this year. My notebooks are sentimental to me. I rarely crumple up ANY of the pages, even if they only have notes back and forth between me and one of my friends. I just don't do it. In conclusion, losing one of my notebooks is like losing a toe. I can live without it, but it still feels really weird. Shitty thing #2: My favorite baseball player, Chase Utley, broke his hand tod...