schizzed out pleonasm

Here I sit in a commodious colossus, trying to be seminal and recalcitrant by burgeoning my loquacious elocution as a paragon for the latent cavorts as if I were cogent and gregarious. Daft! I am not deft, nor do I use the proper cadence for such meritorious entomology. I redact and recapitulate my myopic circumlocution like an ostracized tome. I am a voluminous pariah without verbosity! I need to be placated.

I'm Hungry

I'm hungry. My church started at one o'clock today(for the first time in my life) and it was fast Sunday. I almost died. Why did I almost die? What's the deal with food? Sometimes eating food feels great and sometimes it's painful. Sometimes we just can't stop eating and other times we don't eat a thing. I'm probably the kind of person who likes to snack all the time. That's right, I'm that annoying girl in the back of a dead silent room, feudally trying to open a bag of chips without anyone noticing. And I even carry around a back up supply of food just in case. But then again sometimes I forget to eat. It's kind of weird. A couple days ago I had to go to school early so I didn't have time for breakfast. I was in the middle of my second class(which was French where you can't eat) and realized,"Wait a minute I haven't eaten yet!" So I thought,"Oh well, I'll eat between classes." But then I forgot to eat between classes and after that I had a meeting at lunch and forgot to eat again. I got home from school and went straight to practicing the piano cuz I had piano lessons that day. Then I went to my lesson and came back excited to practice my new music. Anyway it went on and on like that. Finally I realized it was 6:30 at night and I still hadn't eaten a thing all day. I felt fine. I wasn't really hungry, but I thought I probably should eat something to satisfy my mom, so I finally did. But then why do I have such a hard time with fast Sundays? Sometimes I almost faint on fast Sundays. Yet, I die when I eat out too much. I wonder what it is? Some people see eating just as a necessity. Others do it for pure joy. Which one am I?Which one are you? Well I don't care anymore!All I know is that it's fast Sunday and I'm hungry! But ya know, I met this lady in France who was a baptist or something and she would fast for weeks at a time. When we asked her how she did it she simply said,"Faith." Maybe I just need more faith to survive fast Sundays.

A Nostalgic Blog

Well the other day my family held our traditional Christmas Party at my cousin's house. Like every year, it was really boring, but this year I noticed that it was exceptionally boring and I couldn't figure out why. Then I realized what it was. My fiancee was missing. Usually at boring family parties like these we'd hold hands together on a love seat and dreamily say to everyone,"We have an announcement to make." But he's gone now. This will be my first Christmas without him. I think I've been getting along pretty well since he left, but now that Christmas time is coming around, he's supposed to be here...but he's not. I think it's finally starting to hit me. Today I was out shoveling snow by myself. I was worried for some reason that I was going to get hit in the face with a snow ball, but it never happened. Today was the first day in my life that I've shoveled snow without a snow ball fight breaking out. Last year we started playing baseball in the snow. I wasn't very good at making the broom(bat) contact the snowball. When I finally did though the pitcher had "mistakenly" thrown two snowballs to me. One hit my broom and the other hit me smack in the face. Sigh life's getting to be depressing without my fiancee around. It's like watching a Shakespearean play without the comedy relief. But nevertheless the play must go on. I probably miss my fiancee a ton I guess, I just try not to think too much about it. My cousin just returned from his mission on Friday so I'm probably just jealous. Anyway as long as I don't ruin Christmas for myself. I just need to remember that we're still engaged.

The Great Dictator

Well I've selfishly been watching a whole bunch of movies lately from the library ( I get free ones without over-due fines) so I thought maybe I'd start analyzing some of them when I have the time. Last night I watched,"The Great Dictator," with Charlie Chaplin(and it wasn't a silent movie surprisingly). It was pretty good I guess. It was basically just Charlie ridiculing Hitler. He plays both Hitler(Hinkel) and a Jewish barber and combines them creatively for a good ending. But even with all the jokes and slapstick comedy thrown in, the WW2 and holocaust things still hit me like they always do. I just can't imagine such barbaric things going on. How lucky we are to live in such a sheltered environment. Last year I interviewed a lady who lived in Europe during WW2 and her experiences seemed so real and personal. Her dad was a Jew, but he didn't look like one and he hid all his records. German soldiers used to come into their houses and take all their butter and good clothes. She and her sister used to hide English pilots in their barn. It was so fascinating, yet so intense and astonishing. How did it all happen? After I finished watching the Great Dictator I thought,"They for sure most have made this movie after the war or else they would have been in trouble." But then I learned that it was made in 1939, during the war. It was Charlie Chaplin's own fight against inhumanity and showed his views on what he thought a good government should be. After seeing Normandy and the American Memorial in France I was even more flabbergasted at the hardships people went through during this time. I guess all this WW2 toughness stuff just came back to me after watching this movie. It's pretty good and strangely funny, yet powerful. You should see this sometime. Well I spent too much time on this so now I need to make corn and frosting, do the dishes, vacuum, get ready for choir and practice the piano all in 8 minutes. Think I can do it? Me neither but I have to so bye.

What Now?

Now that girls tennis season is officially over, my life has ended. What do I do now? Everything has become extremely boring and I don't have anywhere to release my energy so I get restless and can't focus on anything at school. My once overloaded calendar now seems almost empty and I can feel myself getting fat. My reflexes are dieing and I really miss the drug-like rejuvenation I got from playing tennis. I guess we sure had a fun year though. We took 2nd in region and lost in the second round at State in close games(not sets) to the State champions. Both Elena and I lettered and got All-Region academic honors and I got All-region sportsmanship for Mountain View. Who could've asked for a better season(besides losing to Timpanogus!!)? I'm just going to miss panting after running down balls at the base line and the confidence earned from hitting a "stick it" volley at the net. I never talked too much about tennis at school cuz I can easily get carried away with it(obviously) and I didn't want to bother everybody, so now I'm finally writing about it instead. But what to write now? What to do? It's over! Sigh, it was just intense and exciting. I need to write something though so I don't forget it all... so I guess I'll write down some of my favorite moments and things I've learned from tennis. Probably my favorite match we played in tennis this year was the one against Lone Peak @ the region Semi-finals. Lone Peak is always huge for me cuz Lone Peak was the only match I lost in seasonal play last year. Elena was dominating as usual and I was playing so hard and split-stepping so much that my socks were falling off my feet and getting stuck at the bottom of my shoes. Both teams were playing their best and we had to win it in a tie breaker. It was so awesome! We worked so hard to win and it payed off, even with their not so perfect calls. I miss tennis! I know this might sound bad but it just goes to show you how well temptation works. I miss my uniform! Yes! I miss wearing a tank-top out in the sun and getting tan beautiful shoulders and legs! Now I don't have an excuse to wear more skimpy things and I'm forever going to have to struggle with a farmer's tan on my arms for the rest of my life. I guess tennis and modesty and I have had somewhat of a struggle. But you know what? I honestly enjoyed it! Okay I'll repent now. I'm also going to miss my tennis snacks. Fruit snacks, Croutons, Pickles, gatoraide, Bananas just to name a few. They just won't taste the same without the rest of the MV tennis team. Also I don't have any reason to do intimidating things like wearing a Lone Peak shirt to school, pointing at people, and practicing my grunting. Plus anytime my knee hurts it all comes back to me. Well Anyway I'm just going through post tennis season depression so you can ignore all this. I just don't know what to do anymore. I even find myself not remembering what to say when I'm talking with people. I need to find something to get busy with so I can distract myself. Have any suggestions? Well thank you tennis. Thank you Elena. Thank you Coach Robert. Thank you "towel girl."

Have a tolerable day( I hope I'm allowed to say that).

PS Please ignore the funky tan line in the picture. I did not put it there. And we weren't too excited about having our pictures taken during the suspensefullness of State either.

My first attempt at putting up a picture

Well I'm actually putting up a picture for once and seeing what I think of it. Well? What do I think? I think I have some dang cute nieces!

Sacking the Buck

I just had the craving to say that I sacked a buck today. No I did not bag one I sacked one. Did you sack a buck today?

Why You Shouldn't Be Late For Church

So I confess I was late for church this morning. I'm just an idiot when it comes to sleep and it's not my fault church starts at nine. So I took my own car instead of going with my parents. That was a problem. On the way home my car wouldn't start. So my dad got this cable thingy out and attached my car to his. I had to steer my car in neutral and make sure the cable was tight while he pulled me. It was one of the worst experiences of my life! The trust I had in my dad was tested at the expense of my life!(And I don't trust people that much) On our way out of the parking lot the cable unhooked. The breaks were so insensitive and I felt helpless! Luckily the car didn't roll into anybody. We hooked everything up again and someohow we made it home without the cable unhooking and I survived. But gosh! I like to think that I'm a pretty calm person in most scary situations and don't let things get to me too much, but this I guess was too much! I was shaking like the whole time and I almost died! The bottom line is I should probably trust my dad more. Etither way I'm never going to be late for church again!

The Hand

The other day I was working at the library(pretty much all of UEA I've been at the library!Cheap!). It's a pretty slow boring job if you think about it. You do the same thing constantly as fast as you can, but everyonce in a while something interesting happens. There's a place in the library called the back room where all the books come. I was there unloading books from the book drop to check them in and suddenly I hear,"Gasp! I see a hand!!... Oh!There it is again! Mommy! I can see a hand down there!" Ofcourse the hand was my hand. I'd stop unloading books and start again and this little kid would freak out every time he saw my hand. It probably sounds really dumb but I get so bored at the library that it totally made my day. One girl who worked at the library used to make hairy gloves and stick them up through the book drop. Can you imagine seeing that? People do lots of weird things with the book drop. Sometimes they send in candy or have conversations with you or their books("bye bye books, bye bye cinderella, bye bye movies,")through the book drop. Today I was in the backroom by myself and someone came up to the outside drop and just shook it for a few seconds. It was kinda scary. Strange stuff happens at the library. One time I found a toothbrush sitting on one of the shelves. Just sitting there... Then sometimes people send in the nastiest books. One time someone sent one in that was covered in onion powder or oil or something. Anyway it smoked and sneezed everyone out so we had to bring in fans. Some people thought it was a terrorist act. You can always tell when someone smokes who burrowed a book. Awk! It's disgusting. Ofcourse only slightly more disgusting than the books from people who wear way too much colone. Then there are the books with teethmarks, and toliet paper, and hair and ... um never mind just yucky books. Plus when it rains everything comes in sticky.Anyway the library's a weird place to work. You never know (or want to know in)what you'll get. But it's fun enough and makes money. Except it pretty much ruined my UEA vacation. But hey I get free movies.

Disgustingness

Well I'm finally home and what time is it? 9:51!! As usual. It's not fair! When did all this junk get mixed up with my life?! I probably shouldn't be talking, cuz lots of people are much busier than I am, but for me, being at least somewhat busy is huge so I have to complain about it. It's cheap! Today wasn't even my busy day of the week and I still got shafted! On Mondays I go to school, hurry home and go straight to scary piano lessons at 2, than straight from there to tennis which goes from 3 to 5 than flute lessons from 5:30-6:30, but now since I have this stupid prep class I go to that in provo from 5:30 to sometimes 9 instead. Then when I get home from that at like 9:30 I need to practice the piano(she requires 5 1/2 hrs a week and you get double credit if you practice the day of your lesson, so practicing on Mondays is essential). By then it's about 10:30 and I haven't eaten dinner or done my homework and my parents still want to have "family" night. It's not fair! I love tennis and other stuff that makes my life exciting, but I love sleeping and eating everyonce in a while too. Sometimes I like to write my schedule down on our calendar on our fridge just to keep track of everything... it's not a very beautiful fridge right now. The other day my flute teacher wanted to reschedule my lessons and there wasn't a single free spot left on my calendar for the next two weeks! I'm an idiot! The past couple of days I've been so exhausted, I've just come home and gone straight to bed without changing my clothes or brushing my teeth(or taking out my contacts...Ouch!). I don't know though maybe I'm exaggerating. I like to keep myself busy. Otherwise I'll think. When I think nothing works right(thanks a lot cerebellum!). Tomorrow is the region tennis tournament. We're seeded 2nd and we have a buy first round which means we're automatically going to state!Isn't that exciting? But I think I'll be really depressed when it's all over. My life will just...end. I was looking forward to doing pit orchestra this year so I could just transfer my busy-ness over to that, but thanks to me I'm not. It's really quite depressing. A little break might be good for me though. Ever since France last summer I haven't quite been able to catch up to everything.But I don't like being caught up. But I don't like having a neglected dog who needs a bath either.Well now I'm supposed to go start my homework and eat dinner. I don't want to. I really like writing down my complaints(I'm sure you haven't noticed). But I'm probably really starting to annoy someone if they've actually read this so I should stop. Hey! Conference weekend! I get the whole house to myself and the chocolate icecream! I'm pumped! Or I will be if I don't lose tomorrow... I'm not losing!!! I hate losing like nothingelse!! Hymph! G'night.

Don't read this! Your life will never be the same

Well I'm finally writing a blog again after so many months. Why? Don't ask me, but I'm writing this now so deal with it. Jk. I guess I'm just feeling like a sinner for not writing a blog. It's been so long. So here goes...if I can think of anything to write...Well let's see, I just watched Suspicion with Carey Grant and Joan Fontain. Ever seen it? It's not your typical Hitchcock movie. I wasn't all too impressed with the plot and nothing amazingly intense ever happened. But the music was funny. Hmm it's raining. No wait a second that's my dog walking. We need to cut her nails. She hates that. I don't like seeing her cry. Well... Oh! I'll give my thoughts on rain. I love rain! It reminds me Fred and Ted and the spring and smells, "sooo good." Rain makes everything seem more jubilant and fresh. It's only scary when your windshield wipers on your car don't work and you're driving on the freeway(my mom was driving, otherwise we would have died). It rained pretty hard today and yesterday and the day before that. What's the deal? It's September! How deceiving rain can be. Oh speaking of the rain last Thursday, it was so awesome! We had a match against Lone Peak(that's huge!!) in the rain. We won the first set 6-2 and lost the second 2-6 and were up 5-3 (!)in the third set before they called us in because of the rain. Talk about frustrating! But holy cow it was fun! You'd toss the ball to serve and it would swoop out of reach because of the wind. And then you could just slam things and they wouldn't go anywhere. I've never been so drenched in my life, well that is without standing underneath a gutter. I guess hair can be a problem in windy, rainy circumstances. Like in our match against Lone Peak. Man I wanted to eat my hair it was so annoying! Ofcourse the Lone Peak people had perfect hair the whole time. Hymph. But their calls weren't so perfect. Communists! Seriously there was this one time when my partner was serving (I'll give them some credit cuz she has a really fast and strong serve, but this call was just disgusting) and she serves the ball(it was pretty obviously in) and the LP girl returning the serve goes for it and totally misses and says,"nice serve." So I say,"beautiful serve Elena!" and start walking to the other side of the court. But then the other Lp girl who's call it is says,"It was out." ...Isn't that just terrible? I mean her partner went for it and said nice serve and than we were changing posisitions and then she says it's out? Ridiculous! If there's any doubt in your mind it's in, plus you can't wait that long and then make your call.Argh! They had too many of those for me. Maybe they were sincere honest calls, but I highly doubt it. I notice lots of the time Elena and I call balls in that are out just because we're not completely 100% sure. It was so frustrating! Every point really does make a difference. You only need 4 points to win a game and momentum has a huge role. I'm convinced we would've won the second set or finished the 3rd before they stopped us if they had just been more honest! Gosh I'm being pretty negative huh. I just feel like I need to complain to somebody. I don't have anyone to complain to anymore now that my bro is gone. I guess I haven't been so lively and excited this year have I? Well it's cuz I don't have anyone to annoy. I need that! So sorry whoever is reading this blog. You're a victim. Just accept it now. I guess the Lone Peak match was pretty fun too though. Last time we played em this girl kept hitting down the line shots on us, but this time we were ready. She didn't get a single down the line shot off us when we were up at the net. Ha! If you make bad calls you pay! And we noticed that she wasn't so good at returning down the line shots herself so we got revenge. Yes! Sorry if you read all this tennis junky stuff, but Man I love sports! You can be mean to people and blame it on competition. JK, no they're just so fun. You're actually doing something. I hate just sitting around and talking to people. I mean we all just say the same things over and over again, that is if we say anything at all. Seriously sometimes you can sit and watch a conversation with people you know and almost predict what the next person will say and who will say it. I prefer not to talk so much. I don't like people knowing every detail of my life. It's a lot easier tolerating other peoples sometimes monotonous conversations than feeling stupid saying the wrong things constantly. Plus it's fun to practice looking like you're actually listening sometimes. Sometimes. There you go. Look at that I'm analyzing things now. Rain, Tennis, Sports, Conversation. I should be a Junior again! Oh and speaking of tennis and conversation, I think who you're around really does effect what kind of language you use. When I play tennis I used to say,"do you have a ball," then it turned into," you gotta ball?" and now sometimes I'll find myself saying,"you gots a ball?" It's pretty sad. It's everywhere. My family has attendancy to talk very formally. It's kind of gross. One of my brothers hit it right when he said we all talk like the Hardy Boys. For example if you're somewhere and you want to ask someone if you can help, most people would say,"you need some help?" ect. But people in my family would say,"can I be of assistance?" It's pretty depressing. My sister in laws make fun of us all the time. I don't know if formal speaking is a good thing or bad thing. My sister did her thesis on that I think. Well I'm still writing and it's almost one. I just don't want to go to bed. I took a nap today. That was a problem. You're my hero if you read this blog this far. Why do I keep writing. Stop! Stop!! I think this blog counts as my journal cuz I haven't written in it forever. It's much easier to type. Oh word processing teachers are communists !I almost type faster than the teacher, yet I get a 5.5 out of 10 because I haven't improved by so many points in 5 days?! I don't have anywhere to improve from! Communists Pigs! Well I probably need to stop writing now. Maybe I will. No! I won't! Fine I'll go eat something and try to sleep. What should I eat? I really want A&W rootbeer right now. No maybe some corn on the cob. Dang! We don't have either of those! Well g'night.

France Junk

Well this'll probably be a pretty lame blog and somewhat self-centered(fred!) but if any of you actually care, and I'm sure you don't, some guy that went to France with me took 3,000 pictures and made a website for everybody. So if you're sick of me not knowing what to say about my trip(which was like a month and a half ago! Wow the summer goes fast!) you can look at these pictures and stuff. By the way I'll have you know I was part of the "fun group" from Utah.Just in case you were worried about that. Well anyways here's the site:
france.lifemontage.com

It has a bunch of pictures of a bunch of stuff that I'm sure you could probably care less about. But if you ever get extremly board feel free to look at these. Oh and I'll also have you know that I've seen all this stuff, but I'm not very good at talking if you haven't noticed so you'll probably like things better if you just don't ask.Unless you want to be thrown down by my annoying voice and lack of vocabulary.I also promise that no communists have seen this site yet. And I won't allow any of you to blackmail me with the few pictures I'm in. Well sorry you had to endure this blog. I just felt obligated to do something about the hugest chunk of my summer and this seemed to be the easiest way. I hope it doesn't bother you too much. Well have a tolerable day.

Fred Stinko:"Everybodies boyfriend?"

Fred Stinko

Who is he?!

We've narrowed it down.

1)He is known for saying,"Go Katrina!"

2) He is short and has brown hair

3) He's somewhat shy yet kind of arrogant at the same time

4) He may or may not speak French

5) He can be very flirtatious at times

6)He tries to play tennis

7) He'll be a senior at MV next year

8)Natalie knows him from a PE class

9) He wears regular shoes

10) An awkard situation is bound to occur

If you have any information regarding the true Fred Stinko, please notify The Last Popsicle Stand at 1-888-9000-TEMPERATURE-LIGHT-IS-ON.

Hello summer!

HI! I'm actually writing a blog...and I don't have too!!!! Wow! Well that's about all I have to say. Is anyone who actually has the guts to read my blogs feeling old. I sure am. And the summer is almost gone! It just barely started! Argh! Well hope everyone's having a nice summer, even though...it's almost gone(!). I'm so optimistic huh?

Avoidance

Hello! Look at me! I'm writing my blog on a Monday! What an amazing person I am! I've come so far! Sniff sniff. Sigh. Well, I'm writing this because I don't have anything else to do right now and I've already thought of a topic for once and I'm going to be in San Francisco this weekend, so let's get to the point. Last Saturday afternoon I was shopping at Costco with my mom. It was really crowded so I should have been on my guard, looking for people I knew, but I had just finished working at the library so my mind was elsewhere and my ability to focus was at its weekly low. We were just walking along the main isle by the food section when I heard this, "Hey Kathryn!" and I about jumped out of my pants cuz I wasn't ready for it. It was some people from my ward. So I grudgingly said hi to them and continued on my way, scolding myself for not being more alert. So we kept walking and I just started staring blankly straight ahead at some random girl a little ways in front of me because I was in shock that I had just seen someone in Orem whom I should only see in Provo(my ward is in Provo). But then I realized that I was staring at someone and then I thought, "wait a second! That girl's face looks familiar! Oh my gosh! That's ___( name edited out for protection of the avoider)!!"Some friend of my brother's from high school that I must avoid at all costs( I avoid everyone at all costs but especially my brother's friends because they're old and scary and intimidating and talk too much). So I immediately veered off into the frozen foods section and ran for my life. I look back on it now and I think it was kind of mean...but I really don't care...but ....well it was mean. I'm pretty sure she saw me cuz I was staring blankly at her for a couple of seconds in shock, but... well it's over now and I saved my life probably by avoiding her. So why in the world do I avoid people? I seriously always avoid anyone that I see at stores and stuff whether they're from school, work, church or even if they're like my best friends. What's wrong with me? I'm so scared of people!! Well I guess you could just end this blog by saying....um... Avoidance is necessary. It saves us from awkward situations... Sure...but it also makes us feel a little guilty...but oh well I'd rather feel guilty then be scared to death by seeing someone I know somewhere. I guess I'm just weird like that.

Tubes of Toothpaste

Happy mother's day! Mom's are really amazing! It's too bad we only celebrate mother's day once a year, because mom's deserve a lot more credit more often than we give them. I spoke in church today (or at least tried to speak...I talk extremly fast when I'm nervous and I sounded like a bumble bee) about the influence of mothers, so for once I actually had to make myself think about the importance of mothers. I got blown away by how awesome they are and how much they do for us. I'm so ignorant and self-centered that I never realized just how great they are. All that stuff you hear about the roll of mother being the greatest and divinest calling...soo true! Sometimes I find myself being a little selfish and not so appreciative of my mom. What an idiot I am. My mom has raised eight great kids, no wait seven great kids, (the last one of them isn't so great) I think she probably knows what she's doing. Well...um... now I've lost my bus(why do we always say train) of thought... oh!...Um... I read this saying in church that I'm not so sure was appropriate for sacrament meeting, you can tell me what you think, but I liked it so I said it anyway,"A mother's patience is like a tube of toothpaste. It never quite runs out."It's a good thing my mom's patient otherwise I'd never get up in the mornings...um.. (why did I say that?)... Uh... so yeah mother's are amazing.... Well, I was going to say somethingelse but I got too carried away thinking about my own mom and I forgot it so... I guess I'll just end with that...Mothers are amazing!

Pin-striped Suits

I don't really want to write this blog because it's almost summer and it's starting, did I say starting? Ending to get on my nerves. So today I will answer that all too famous question of,"How do you feel about pin-stripped suits?"
Now I don't want to offend any one because I know this can be a very sensitive topic for some people, but me? I feel that pin-striped suits are, well, pin-striped and very sharp looking. Wether I perfer them to plain suits? I'd probably say yes I like them better than plain suits, but tuxs are probably better than both because they're so formal. I also think pin-striped suits go well with alligator shoes. Why? Because... well maybe I like that zoot-suit sort of looking thing. Yes pin-striped suits are amazing.

My Therapy

Two weeks ago I mowed the lawn for the first time in my life (I know I'm kind of old, but this is the first time in my life I haven't had any brothers to mow the lawn for me. I'm stepping it up). It was pretty intense. My front yard is almost impossible to mow because there's all these weird hills and you actually need muscles. By the way I don't have any muscles .So I didn't do the greatest job, but it was very full-filling. Then I mowed the lawn again yesterday and the 8ft tall part of the lawn in my backyard where my dog lives(that was really hard because the lawn mower didn't like the tall grass so I had to go really slow and keep restarting it. My right arm has never been more soar in my life). Anyways so yes, I'll admit that I actually like mowing the lawn. When my brother left on his mission, I was trying to prepare myself for change. Any time anyone would ask me what was going to be different in my life, I'd tell them that I would be mowing the lawn. I thought if I could just focus on that I wouldn't get carried away with all the missionary almost leaving and youngest child worries. Well I think it worked. My brothers gone. I'm mowing the lawn. I think I'm doing a pretty good job. Yep so if you every need any special therapy for being an only child, try mowing the lawn. It works.

UGH

I pretty much feel disgusting right now so I'll analyze feeling sick. Feeling sick does not feel good. Nothing is satisfying and you just can't do anything. The worst part of being sick is when people start feeling sorry for you. When people feel sorry for you, you feel like a wimp(you pretty much are a wimp when you're sick though) and I hate being wimpy. You also feel bad because you feel like you're ruining everyone else's day(sorry you had to see me almost throw up Natalie). Anyways this is a pretty gross blog. I'm sorry you read this if you did. At least I tried to analyize something. Being sick is terrible.

Too Old for Easter

Happy Easter!
The Easter bunny forgot to come to my house today. I kind of knew he wasn't coming, but my 29 year old sister didn't. She woke up this morning and went upstairs to look for her Easter basket and there was no basket to be found. She was a little confused because," he had always come before," but just not this year. The Easter bunny was very well supplied with Easter candy at my house, so why didn't he come?
Well ya see the Easter bunny (we'll call him the EB) can get very busy at times. There were so many other houses to go to that for some reason he thought it would be okay to just skip mine.
Since my brother left on his mission, there's only been me to supply..oh and my big sister. The EB thought we were too old to still be thinking of him. Maybe the Easter bunny was just planning on coming later in the day(he was...we've been waiting for my brother and his wife to come and have dinner and Easter with us, but that's no excuse for not coming this morning...somehow...this is a blog remember). Well the true reason the Easter bunny didn't come to my house and fooled my sister is the communists! They're trying to take over Easter now! But I don't care! Just like they tried to frame me at the library and poison my food at Thanksgiving! I shall...We shall overcome! They must be stopped! I hope all of you guys got visited by the Easter bunny this year and the communists didn't get to you first. Anyways, this whole Easter thing has made me feel old. My Birthday is in a couple of days, and the other day I got a letter in the mail about retirement. I have 57$ in my retirement account for work! I'm OLD! Well anyways, hope ya'll had a good Easter.