Wow

Beau finally came back to school yesterday! He's been out for two week, and I'm glad he's back. Mono is tough. I was very surprised to see him because he didn't come back until after the second bell had rung, and I was also really surprised at how much weight he had lost. He hasn't been weightlifting for football (he quit) and he wasn't hungry when he was sick, so he lost 20 pounds.

----Yesterday at 1:30 in the morning, a guy came and was banging on our door. My mom is always up at weird times of the night, and she was reluctant to open the door to this man who was covered with blood. She realized it was our neighbor Ricky, and she opened the door. He was going crazy about how she needed to call the fire department, and that there was a woman and child still in there, they're gonna die, oh God, oh God, fuck fuck....she takes a deep whiff, and past the smell of blood, she smells smoke. So mom calls 911 and gets the fire department. Then she runs and wakes everyone up: my dad, me, and my sister who's home from college. We all run outside in our PJ's and flip flops. From our carport, we could see in the kitchen window. The entire kitchen was filled with bright flames, and there's smoke whirling out of the eaves and out of the windows that had already broken under the heat. So my dad gets us to run and get the hoses. He splints them together and starts fighting the fire through the broken panes of glass. Meanwhile, Ricky is still going crazy about the people still in the house. He is also drunk, so everything he says is slurred and crazy. He was also managing to cover everything on our carport with blood. We had huge streaks of blood on the hoods of the 2 cars in the carport, on both sides of each car, all over the ground from the driveway to our back door, and all over our back door from when he was beating on in earlier. The back door had crazy, bloody, dripping hand prints like out of a horror movie. I am surprised that he didn't die of blood loss, there was blood, literally, everywhere. My mom yells for me to go get some towels, so I go and get some wet towels and peroxide. I go outside to him and take a look. He on the driveway in front of our Honda, writhing on his back. It's almost like he was hallucinating. He just kept moaning that 'they're gonna die." I tell him it's ok, and that I'm going to try to clean him up. Yeah, right. His arms and hands are shredded to pieces. He had crawled through the kitchen window that was mullioned, and in order to do so, he had to break through about 6 panes of glass and get off the metal mullion parts around the panes. It was pitiful when he started moaning about his hands. "M' hands are meat." I dabbed at his arms to clear away some of the blood (he couldn't even feel it, he didn't flinch or anything), but I knew it was useless, all of the skin was peeled away from his arms. So instead, I wiped away all the blood from his legs. There were hardly any cuts on his legs. There was just that much blood from other cuts that had dripped down. He was literally a bloody mess.

While I was cleaning him up, my sister and mom go around the house to the bedroom windows to see if anyone was still inside or around the back. They said the windows were completely smoked up and hot. Anyone who was inside was already dead from the smoke and heat.

So my dad was still fighting the fire. He got most of it down, too. Go dad! It took a good 10 minutes for the firemen to arrive, and if my dad hadn't been hosing it down, then the house probably would have been history. It was kind of funny cause when the firemen got in there and started spray when dad was still spraying, dad got covered with water and soot.

By this time most of the neighbors were up and there were 4 fire trucks and about 10 police cars in the truck. The paramedics got Ricky's arms all bandaged up, and his arms and throat were swelling up horribly. It took them forever to get his bracelet off, cause the swelling made it tight. We found out later that besides the cuts, he had seconds and third degree burns in a couple of places, including his esophagus and stomach.

There was nobody in the house. They searched it four times.

There was a new car that we didn't recognize in the carport.

We thought that the woman and kid ran away, but we found out later than she never came and that he had just bought the new car.

We talked with the neighbors and some of the police and firemen. I met a lot of neighbors that I didn't know before.

Ricky had come home late that night with his "brother" from a Mardi Gras meeting. He was drunk and hungry (no fast food places were open) so he decided to make some French fries on his stove. I think he must have forgotten about them. The oil caught on fire when he got in there, and while trying to turn  off the stove or move the fries from the stove, the burning oil splashed up. When he made a big intake of breath, he breathed down the burning oil that caused all his second and third degree burns. The burning oil splashed and caught the whole kitchen on fire, and it spread quickly. Since he was drunk and on fire, he was frantic, which explains why he broke through the window instead of the door in the next room over. He had assumed that the lady and her kid were there because they were supposed to have come into town that day. Good thing that they didn't.

I got the job of hosing off al l the now-dried blood. It smelled stronger dried than it did fresh. Dad did take pictures [1, 2, 3, 4]of some of the blood , though, in case the police needed them for something.

When I was hosing the blood off, I had to do something with Ricky's bloody shirt. Mom said that the police would probably need it, so I picked it up to go take it to an officer. I make my way down the hill, and I see an officer. I lift the shirt up a little higher so he can see it, and he starts freaking out. He motions for me to drop it, so I do. Plop. He tells me that someone will come and take it and dispose of it. So later, when they come, they bagged it up in a toxic waste bag. :-O

Since we were there most of the incident, both the police and the fire department talked to us. They didn't leave until 4:00, and needless to say I was very tired in the morning.

The next day mom had about 15 visits and calls from news people. She refused an interview though. The vain little monkey. So instead, the had Mr. Corley on the news and a brief roll on some blood that was still on our sidewalk (I didn't even know he was down there). Some family boarded up his windows today.

Ricky's gonna be in the hospital for about 6 weeks.

May 21, 2005

Tired

Yeah, I know that I haven't posted a damn thing in a month. Spank me.

I'm tired of school. I'm tired of mom bitching at me for nothing. I'm tired of my parents letting me do all the yard work because I enjoy it, and then changing what I've done. I'm tired of my mother buying large amounts of potted plants and letting them die because there's nowhere else to plant anything. I'm tired of my mother's general SHIT. Why does she make my life so damn difficult?

Beau needs to get well from his bout of mono right now or my sanity will fly away.

Sometimes I feel like a horrible case of My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

May 13, 2005

The Sexiest Farmer's Tan Around

Yeah, that's right. As summer approaches, the sun grows hotter. So for the 5 hours of unsheltered time I spent mowing grass, I got the farmer's tan of my life. I was wearing a bottle-cap-sleeve tee-shirt and some shorts and....

It's hot. :-)

I think laying out with only my torso uncovered is now on my to-do list.

April 17, 2005

What the Heck?

A bird shat on me! And that's not a miss-spelling of sat.

We're going to Mt. Vernon tomorrow to cut grass. As I stand there, ready to begin loading the truck, a drop of something falls on my neck. Bird Poop! I reached up to touch my neck and drew back white with black speckles. Ugh! Disgusting!

April 15, 2005

I love Yard Work!

I got so much done yesterday. Was it because I had the whole day off or because mom wasn't home? It remains a mystery. I mostly did outside related stuff...I filled in the garden with the purple-night-bloomers that had spread outside their border, I cleaned off the huge junk pile in our car-port. Now it is organized and cleaned. It took me about an hour to scrub all the mold and schmut off the gardening workbench. Mom still needs to get rid of some crap---the car parts in the basket, the bag of plastic toys with marbles, the 2 light fixtures, etc, but it's organized and looks better.

The guy next door has been replacing all his fences, which means we got a new fence on one side too. He talked to me some of the time since we were like 10 feet apart. This is what I learned:

--He has at least 3 kids: they are triplets

--One of his kids is hyper and the kid's teacher tried to get him medicated

--He dislikes a guy that he was working with. He made annoyed gestures when the guy left to go inside.

We just got back from Target, Lows and Wal*mart. We stocked up on food for about a year, and we got some flowers. I filled in the space by the kitchen with purple impatiens and put some vinca in the front. After awhile some disla--something will be planted in the back garden.

I'm sure you cared.

April 15, 2005

Second format in as many weeks

Yeah, I'm changing it up again. In case you are wondering, the picture for this background is a newspaper clipping that I glued onto a box. It's pretty :-)

April 13, 2005

I hate school

No one could be gladder that this week is only 3 days long. Today went by fast: Will the rest of the week seem short too?

April 11, 2005

Hello from Outer Space

Well I still can't figure out how to properly add the movie clips to this stupid Front-Ass program. Or music either. This sucks.  I will figure it out eventually though, because I am a genius. (Funny, if it weren't for spell-check, I would not be able to spell genius. I try and stick an O in there. :-D)

Today my mother could not find the cord to our shredder. She was trying to shred about 5 years worth of bank statements from every member of our family. The stack was 6 inches high. She couldn't find the power cord, so she switched to power by child-labor. She had me and Berry rip each bank notice into tiny pieces.

My aunt came here for a perm. Which reminds me, I stayed at Aunt Tooty's house all this week, which is why there have been no updates for awhile. My dad was out of town on a business trip and I had no way to get to school, so I stayed with my aunt, who lives 2 blocks from the school. It was great fun.

I got the letter Beau sent me from New York. Finally! I classify the letter as a lip smacking giggler. If that means anything to you.

I made some cool stuff this weekend. I made a trashcan out of sticks and a plastic flower pot and a little container thing out of an old herb bottle and fern skeletons. Trashcan  |  Bottle

April 10, 2005

Lightning Crash [Lightning Crash]

It has been lighting and thundering (and raining a little, yes) for most of yesterday, all last night, and this morning. It is wonderful. This is my favorite weather, these storms. I love it when the thunder is so deep and loud that is rattles the front door. That is my test for a good storm: did is rattle the front door?

It is Friday and Spring Break is almost over. It makes me want to cry in a corner. Wahh. And the last days of SB will be spent doing the projects and homework that I put off earlier.

I don't understand why some people think it's weird when you're not totally uneducated and stupid. (Recalling a conversation...) I was once talking with some people outside of school and somebody mentioned arsenic. I said, "Well, arsenic won't kill you in small doses, it's in some food naturally. It's a heavy metal so if you get large doses of it in your system, it settles and you die." And their reaction? "Tell me you're studying that in science class." Why should I have to know that from science class? I know it from my dad, and we have weird, random conversations about everything, from arsenic, to how to make a trap, to the moon. It's not my fault that I'm not complexly stupid like them.

I'm making a movie on my lovely Windows Movie Maker about my brother. The story line is this: His family basically doesn't like this (they make him live in a closet and eat and drink pond water and trash) so he runs away, realizes he has no education and is 11, so he becomes a hobo where he must eat and drink pond water and trash  again, AND also sleep on the ground in the grass. So he returns home, where his family makes him do the same as before, but he's happy, because he's sleeping in a bed and his family is around. I'm narrating the whole thing and I got 2 really funny clips of my brother. One of him sprinting out the door around the house (He's running away) and another of him digging through our kitchen trash, finding some stale popcorn and a bowl of pistachios , and sitting down to eat them. The only problem is that the movie clips are not compatible with the Movie Maker so there is no way to view them from my computer, and I already deleted them from out camera. They require QuickTime and I am afraid the download it.

3 hours later...

Well, I have downloaded QuickTime and I can now view the movie clips. But the movie player still rejects them. Here are the clips, of anyone cares. Running Away  |  Eating Trash

April 1, 2005

Beaus and Mics

I am so happy that Beau called me from New York. I thought I wasn't going to hear from him all Spring Break, but yes! The long distance in his hotel is free, so....if that makes any difference? It was good to hear his voice for the first time in...4 days? :-)

I found some software on my computer that I thought was pretty cool: a movie maker. So I made a fun  movie about my brother, the kid with a pretty cool family. But his family makes him eat trash and pond water, so he runs away, only to become a hobo and have to eat those things again. There was this cool option that let you narrate your movie and pictures, so I attached our microphone, which I hadn't ever been able to get to work cause our last computer sucked.

I've had lots of fun with that mic. I recorded myself singing, which was very entertaining. I was surprised at how young my voice seemed. I think that I sound a little like Meagan, it's weird. But yes. It was verrrrryyyyy entertaining.

March 30, 2005

Spring....Gardening

I have officially begun my Springtime gardening. I've weeded the garden around the mailbox and added morning glory and white zinnias to the single annual petunia and day-lily. I put straw into the side gardens and planted the our yearly tomatoes and a few cantaloupes. I put in some purple night-bloomer seeds because a lot of them were killed this winter. All of these things I water and fertilize daily, in addition to the window plants of my room. This Spring Break I think I will get started on the back garden, which has been wrecked for several reasons. But there is one thing to make me happy, some of the flowers I planted last year actually came up again. I was surprised.

Today a chastity speaker came to school and he was wonderful. I really got a lot out of his talk. A few minutes ago I went to his site [www.godofdesire.com] and I am now officially licensed to date! Woo woo. How exciting!

I have an ungodly amount of homework to do and I have only myself to blame, because I am a very procrastinating kind of person. Ahh! Who isn't? So my evil ways have caught up to me, I now have a Spanish project, a history project, Spanish translations and workbook pages, biology worksheets, and a whole religion chapter to read. All by tomorrow. I hate my life.

Well, the good thing is: 3 more days until Spring break. The bad news? Three more days until Spring Break.

Abu is my funny widdle squirrel. He hasn't had his picture taken recently. Where's my to-do list?!

For Spring Break, Beau is going to New York. What will I do with myself?

March 21, 2005

Band trip

Got back yesterday from the band trip. We left Thursday to go to the State contest which was held in Birmingham. I love Birmingham. All those hills...it was awesome.

Thursday at school, we left first to go play in the St. Patty's Day Parade downtown, then we went back to school to load everything to go to B'ham. We arrived, and went to the mall to eat. Oh, their mall! Ahh! It was the most awesome place ever. Our malls here suck. There was this one store that was a like a gaming place; they had pool tournaments. A very cool hangout place. After we ate, we went to the Vulcan. It was a huge, 13 story monument of this butt naked dude holding a torch. I went really fast up the stairs and I almost died...13 stories isn't easy. The view was wonderful. You could see the entire city. It was a carpet of black with lights everywhere. But even though it was pretty, it was so sad. I will admit a few tears fell from me. I don't know why it was so sad, it just was. After that we headed to the hotel where I roomed with Jessica, Sarah and Meagan. They stayed up till about 3, but I got into bed at about 10:30. There was no way in hell I was shitting around with them for so long.

So, next day, we packed, went to contest. We stunk it up. Our scores? 2, 2, 3, and 2 in sight-reading. Ugh. We got all ones and a 2 at district, but apparently State is a different level of competition.

We came home, and here I am!

Catherine is in town and every day she reminds me of the reasons to dislike her. I mean, what is family for?

March 19, 2005

ok, so who's up for an update on the pool status? I know, you don't care, but I am bombing my rating...I was up to 1507 and now I'm down to 1300 and something. Oh well, time will allow me to inflate it again.

We had to write a poem for English class and mine was so long and stream-of-consciousness. It was very embarrassing.

Today we had our class retreat. It was excellent. It was my first real retreat and I got a lot out of it, especially at the end when we had time to pray in the church.

So, one more day of school, then I'm going on the band trip to state! Woo-hoo. I love it I love it I love it!!

But I will miss Beau.

March 15, 2005

I'm doing an art class next year, and the teacher wanted me to bring some stuff in so I made a few drawings of (these are only 3 drawings with several pictures of each):

me   |   plant in glass I, II, III, IV |   parropas I II

The flash on our computer washed out the pictures really badly, they're not that light. And in the drawing of me, you will notice a thing hanging from my neck....a nail. The key to my door. Sigh.

The great thing: No matter how much they suck, I still get into the class I want. :-)

I have to do a project for history....which is already late...ugh

March 13, 2005

Today I was accused of being a pool shark. You cannot imagine the feeling of satisfaction that gave me.

Catherine and Berry went to the Irish festival, which I intended on going to but decided not to at the very last moment (bad mood plus Beau couldn't go). Sarah left to go back to school with Jess and some guys whose names I don't know. I helped out neighbor rake her yard, and got to keep some of the straw for our gardens. I weeded the mailbox, and I planted some seeds inside to transplant outside later.

March 12, 2005

My brother seems to do no right. He's crawled through my window and smashed all my plants. He's screwed up JPEG mixes I painstakingly made. He consistently hovers over me. Is this a love- or hate- relationship? And the question is, do I really care at this point?

My sister and her friend are in from college. Sarah's friend's name is Jess, and she's pretty cool I guess. (I'm a poet! yes!)

My friend Elizabeth (whom we all fondly refer to as EAR) plays softball and got a ball in the face the other day. I feel so bad for her, her face is the size of.....mine! No joke, it's really big. The first day no eye was visible, the second day is was purple but the eye was there. And a bone was fractured.

I am dsyelixc.

Did'ja get that?

March 6, 2005

I feel so bad about this.....

I "helped" my brother on his speech....and now he's one of the top people. He will probably win. Once my lovely writing skills and his crappy speech skills even out, he's good but not too good.

But I still feel like shizz.

Elizabeth had a softball game yesterday, and when she was hitting, the chick on the other team who was pitching smacked her in the eye with the ball, and today her eye was huge. Or rather, the skin around her eye was huge, her eye itself was nowhere to be found.

March 4, 2005

My group got an A (96%) on our project and we deserved it. Yes! Maybe it will float my English grade up....that would be nice.

February 22, 2005

So I'm over the flu or whatever ailment me and the rest of my clan had. I have now moved onto sinus drainage. It is fun, but at least no medicine is needed. I also have an "ailment" which requires Midol....thank you, God, for inventing Midol...

I was supposed to go on ACYC this weekend (A Catholic youth conference) but didn't...not only did I not attend the last youth group meeting (so I didn't know what was happening) I had this HUGE project to do for English class. My group and I had to draw a 4' x 6' mural of chapter 2 of the Great Gatsby, write a poem, and we have to turn it all in and present it on Monday. My part was to paint our mural, and I think I did a half-way decent job. I might post pics of it on here, but not now, because its in sections on my bed at the moment. I had to use 6 poster boards. It took me about 4 solid hours of continuous work to get it done. I had better get a freaking A. Oh, I also painted a....picture....for under the glass next to my bed-stand.

On a similar note, I, while painting my mural, spilled water on my fake-wood floors of the dining room and didn't notice it for awhile. I mopped it up and thought it was ok, but lo and behold, today the boards are buckling. Congrats, Rebecca! You are a genius. Mom was very unhappy, and we put a heater next to the boards to hopefully dry them out and make them lay down, but I don't think it's working. Sometimes I hate myself.

Carole (youth minister) was really upset that I didn't go on the trip. She funded a couple of people to go for free, and I was one of them, so I felt so horrible. But I didn't know what was going on and I had schoolwork, which comes first. I can just tell you I won't be going in the future, because it is too hard to tell about future, unavoidable events and I don't want to screw anyone else over.

My dad got a new guitar from my sister. It's pretty and fun to play. You can do fun jiggle notes like on a violin.

I love inflating my pool rating on Yahoo! by playing people who are too busy to play properly because they are talking about their problems. I streaked about 11. :-)

February 20, 2005

Apparently when you're sick and have a fever, milk will curdle in your stomach.

Crap.

February 13, 2005

I stayed home today cause I'm sick, and is sucks. I painted this jar as a door-stand thing. It's pretty cool.

Tomorrow Marian, Ben, and Catherine are coming into town. Catherine's brining her paints so I can paint a poster board to go under my glass on my dress because the stupid ugly doily-ish stitched thing has got to go.

February 11, 2005

I just got back from the movies with Beau and Rob. We saw National Treasure and it was wonderful. Make next weekend would be a Meet the Fockers Day?

My two nieces are staying with us this weekend till next weekend. Marian (their mom, my sister) left at about 1 today. I am so worried about Emily right now, she is very sick. I think its just a cold, but she had this croupy cough and a fever. Her eyes are all red-rimmed and glassy. We're giving her medicine and she'll get better, but I still worry.

Yesterday me and Marian made couscous (a grit-like Italian pasta) and there was a bit of a catastrophe. I opened up the box of couscous and was like: "Hey, it's just straight in the box, it doesn't have a plastic bag!" and promptly dropped it all over the kitchen floor. I looked at Marian and was so embarrassed...I got so mad at myself. I was determined that were going to eat that tiny box of couscous. I scooped up exactly 2 cups of couscous off our nasty floor....the same floor my mother walks on barefoot with her troll feet....and we boiled and ate the couscous. It was de-lish. I figure, whatever germs were there got killed during the boiling process, so we're safe. I think.

Today is the last day of a glorious 5 day weekend. Oh the pain.

February 8, 2005

Last weekend I went to Stacie's house and we watched about 6 movies. It was great!

When I completely re-do my room to my satisfaction, I'm going to take pictures of it and put them on here.

I found this site today: www.postsecret.com  and it is hysterical. I'm sending one, maybe two in, and I recommend that you do too. And although you're not supposed to tell what you're putting on there, I am. "The stupid people at my school never lock their lockers. So, as a little reminder (I get to school very early), I lock every unlocked locker on the off chance that they forgot their combination. :-) "

Don't tell me how gay it was.

February 1, 2005

I am so mad about that woman in Florida who's getting her feeding tube removed. It is blatant murder and those stupid court judges/juries that couldn't see that are idiots. I am ashamed at our court system. It makes it ten times worse that the lady's parents would have gladly taken complete responsibility over her care needs--and that her husband, the crap bag that he is, refused to give the rights over so that she will die and he will gain rights to her estate. And he has a mistress....even more horrible.

This past weekend I was in Louisiana for my niece's 5th birthday party. Happy Birthday Mia!

January 25, 2005

Today, while I was supposed to be looking up info in the library during religion class for my paper that's due next month, I was screwing around on the internet and stumbled upon some great sites. First I went to www.gooooooogle.com (7 o's) and found this blog of a British guy which was semi-interesting. Somewhere on his site I found a link to www.ganns.com and found some pretty freaking hysterical stuff, like:

"I might never go to the post office again. Recently Pat and I determined that 90% of the time it's unnecessary. We addressed and stamped 10 envelopes to ourselves, and dropped them on sidewalks all over campus. Eight of them arrived on the next mail delivery day. A ninth turned up a few days later." and "Today Robert and Dan and I were going to lunch, and I saw a dog on a porch roof. (The Central Illinois Roof Hound, Robert later suggested.) All the windows leading to the roof were closed. Just as Robert and Dan turned to look, the dog took a dump on the roof."

Well, I thought it was funny. And Beau showed me this cool site: http://maddox.xmission.com  and it's pretty great too. I'll probably add them to the links on the side bar sometime.

I need to start my lab report and my Spanish report and my bio homework and a few other things that I've been putting off like history homework.

Ok, well, plans have changed...I'm not going to Coming Home. I can't be imagining this--my mother really has something against me. And I know what you're thinking--yeah yeah, the normal teenage ranting of a misunderstood girl--but I'm serious. There is no reason for this. I mentioned to mom something about CH, and she's says, "You're not going." I asked her why, and according to her, I'm not responsible enough. (how responsible to you have to be to go to a chaperoned dance?) But I don't do anything bad! My worst crime would be getting online when I'm not supposed to. And apparently that is keeping me from going to the dance, which is a month away. And there's another thing about this getting-online-when-I'm-not-supposed-to-thing...I haven't been getting online as much as I  used to, whenever they see the phone busy light on, it's my little brother. And then there's the Monday-thru-Friday thing. We're supposed to use the internet on the weekend, but not on school nights. But when I'm on the internet on the weekend, it counts against me as well. I just can't do anything right. My room is clean, my grades are coming up (they weren't that horrible last semester either) and I have friends my parents approve of. I don't see what I'm doing that makes her hate me so much.  And I'm not imagining this: she's even told me that I "irritate the fire" out of her, and "make her s'mad!" Once she went into a long speech about how much I irritate her, and to please go away. Wft?

I am really getting sick of my parents. Even my other sisters and friends sometimes comment on how unfairly she treats me. She is an ape. And you know what? This is how I see it. If by doing nearly everything I need to be doing, I get treated like this, I might as well do whatever I want to and still get to do nothing. I mean, my situation wouldn't change any. So what's the difference?

I started doing whatever I wanted yesterday. It wasn't a bad thing, but my parents wouldn't have approved of it. I did it half-way in spite of them, half-way because I just felt like it. Ok, so there were some basketball games yesterday, and I play in the pep-band. The game don't begin for a few hours, so instead of going to hang out at my sister's boyfriend's house (which they would have approved of) down the street, I went with my friend Michael to the mall to pick up a CD for a play he's doing. It was pretty fun, we met a couple of this friends that work there and they're pretty cool. It was funny, this one friend of his was the most flaming guy you will ever meet...he called all the girls in the store beautiful, even me. As I was leaving he was said goodbye beautiful! and gave me a hug. It cracked me up.

I'm not going to be a slut to spite my parents, or have bad grades or anything that would basically effect me and my own reputation. But no longer will I look to the parental units with respect or for advice or love because their time has run out.

January 15, 2005

My sister's depressant fish died yesterday. Why do I call Jerome a depressant gold fish? Well let me tell you.

Jerome started hanging out and the bottom of the tank, upside down, for days at a time. We thought he was dying. My sister called the pet store where she bought him about 4 months earlier: apparently goldfish need toys? So I made him a Lego house and he was cool with that for awhile. He swam around and did normal fish stuff. Then, the next day I come home and Catherine had the Lego house out, and I still can't figure out why. He resumed his floating upside down at the bottom of the tank activities, and then reached a point to where he only breathed once every couple of minutes. Then he died.

 And I was just starting to get to know him. He was a cool fish. One of the coolest ones ever.

I found out my sister's friend (and indirectly my friend too) has cancer. Everybody was freaking out for awhile. For awhile all we knew was that it was malignant and on the side of his neck (he has a lump taken out from there). His mother was "a basket of tears" and I felt just as bad. David is one of the best people I know and he's only 21, life it too short. Later we found out that the cancer is in a gland on the side of his neck, so they're going to remove the gland and he'll be fine. Thank the Lord! It is the best feeling in the world to know that he'll be ok.

Coming Home is next month and I asked Beau. So, yeah, we're going to CH and I'll be allowed to go, since I'm 16 and everything.

January 13, 2005

First day back to school, and it sucked. At each new semester, class schedules are subject to change. None of my classes changed, but nearly every one of my classes got bigger. For the most part, my classes were normal sized and had fairly quiet people in it...like Biology and Religion....and in both of those we got at least 5 new, noisy people. I appreciate a calm and quiet classroom. There's this new kid in my Bio class who never shuts up...I think tomorrow I'll bring some duct tape and medical stitches and close his mouth permanently. And I will enjoy the experience. :-)

My sister's friend, Erica, just left. Erica has three kids: Joshua, Allen and Grace. Joshua is about 4, Allen about 2 or 3, and Grace is 2 months old. Allen and Grace are good kids, but Joshua is a little hellion. He's the kind of squirming kid who ignores you when you say anything to him, runs away from you, chases random other children (like Mia and Emily, who are in town right now) with sharp and pointy objects, screams like a banshee, hits and bites, and basically wrecks the house thoroughly. I hope that when/if I have kids, they are calm. But don't get me wrong, he can be a really good kid sometimes. It's just that when he's wound up....get out of the way.

January 3, 2005

I'm finally back! I've been in Texas and Louisiana since the 26th, visiting my aunt and her family in Texas and my sister and her family in Louisiana. It was alright. I'm glad to be home, even if that means my room has been invaded by other family members. My 3 other sisters are in town (Christina, Catherine and Sarah) and Christina and Catherine's crap is in my room. And those two are the worst of the three when it comes to the large amount of clothing and messes. There's about three distinct piles of shit in my room right now, and I can't do anything with it. I got home and cleaned my  room, but their crap was in the way. I had to sweep around the piles, organize the piles, move the piles, rotate the piles....yet the piles are still there, and the owners of the piles are out elsewhere.

I'm only this clean freaky about my room. The rest of my house doesn't matter to me, although I'm sure when I get my own house, I'll be that way with all of it.

I got a bunch of really cool stuff. The biggest gifts included a stereo (birthday gift) and a new sax (Christmas). Awesome! My old stereo has been out of commission for awhile now. It was my sister's old one, and it worked fine for a long while. Then the speakers started dying. If I hit then, though, they would come back on. Well, it finally devolved to my smacking the things down on my dresser to get them to fizzle back on. And they wouldn't always come back on. It was like anger management, only you were usually madder than when you began. I tried new speakers, too, and that didn't help. And as for my sax...it's not really my sax. I've been borrowing it from my old teacher since 4th grade. So, woohoo! It's a good thing.

Life is good. Woohoo!

December 31, 2004

My brother is an idiot. He is rather mad at me right now, and because of this, he takes my money. I don't know why, he just takes my money when we get into fights. So he says: Rebecca, which purse is yours? The plaid one, I say.

Catherine has a plaid purse.

Does he think I'm that thick? I'm not, but he is. He took my make-up bag.

Since today is the last day I'll see my friends for awhile, everyone said happy birthday to me today. Emily serenaded me with the song White Christmas. Somebody (isn't that sad that I can't remember who) game me balloons, Silvia gave me a bag with some candy, and Beau gave me a card and Tetris. The card was hysterical--I thought--and the game is fun. woo woo!

1 Day till the big 1-6!

December 21, 2004

Holy Moly. That was possibly the hottest shower I have ever taken in my life. My feet are red. :-)

I am so glad this semester is nearly over. I need the break. One more exam--Geometry--and I'm home free. And the day after my last exam I turn 16 (*crowds cheer*), so maybe I can get my license. Apparently I'm a really scary driver, so I'm not sure if dad'll be up for the idea. But I'll show him and get it on the first time. You just watch!

I really need to make a pictures page... one for the Irish Festival, which was about 8 months ago, one for the  hurricane( 4 months ago?), one for my family's camping trip that was completely wet (I was the only one who had fun).

I got a lot done today. My room is spiffy! My mom wants the house spotless for when my oldest sister comes into town for Christmas. Mom has this clean-preference for each child: Christina: spotless, Marian: clean-ish: Catherine, Sarah, me and Berry: none. Don't ask me why, but there is an unsaid kind of clean-quota in this house.

I don't feel almost-16. I still feel 14. Is that messed up or what. Oh yeah, I just remembered a conversation I had with Robbie (not to be confused with Rob) at youth group last Sunday. He was saying how he got electrocuted one time, and he was standing there, screaming with his hands on two connected plugs. His friend behind him pushed him and that made him let go....and immediately all the electricity left his body through his nipples.

I will never forget that conversation, and when he gets married, I will tell that story the the infamous wedding camera that no wedding with without.

2 Days till my birthday!

December 20, 2004

It makes me sad.

All my precious files from our old computer system are still on our old computer system. I want my files!! *sniffle sniffle.* I guess I'm gonna have to go online, get the source code from my rant page and use that for this page. Which brings me to sad point 2: My rant is gone (on the old system). So, new rant!

It is brrrrrrrrchilly. And yes, that is a word. I use it often in this day and time of cold and damp weather. I just got back from youth group and I feel like shizzlefizzlehizzle. My tummy feels horrible. And that pain will be here for awhile. At least a week. Argh. I was sad today, Beau couldn't come to youth group with me. So I resorted to sleeping in Carole's office under my blanket (if you know me then you know the blanket I'm talking about) There was no way I was staying in the activity room with those guys playing Xbox and pool and stuff. I was not in the mood.

Well, here I sit, drinking Dr. Thunder (the drink of choice) and half-listening to The Wizard of Oz (I hate that movie). I should be studying but I don't have any notes or old tests. I need to do my work that's due in Geometry. But I'm a lazy little (big?) butt and I sit here instead. I feel half-way ok about at least one upcoming exam--Religion--because me, Rob and Beau had a study group this weekend and that helped me. But as for history...uh oh. I hope I don't flunk. I believe I already flunked one exam: Spanish. I did well on biology though....

 3 Days till my birthday!

December 19, 2004