Life

I realize I haven't updated this in a little while. Okay, a long while. Like a few months while. But whatever, life happens and shit happens.

I don't have anything to blog about right now, so I'm just gonna update on my life right now.

I'm in a band. Well, I've been in a band for about four months now, and we have five members. I play keyboards and backing vocals, Tina lead vocals and rhythm guitars, Pat plays lead guitar, Justin is our drummer and Jimmy also sings lead vocals. He's learning guitar and bought himself a new acoustic-electric and is saving up for a Flying V. We're doing mainly covers right now, but we're working on creating an original song.

I would consider myself an atheist now. I know I don't believe in God or any deity, I don't believe in Heaven or Hell, I don't believe in reincarnation or karma or whatever you want to call it. I used to be pretty religious, but I don't necessarily look back on the times I was the most religious quite fondly. (From when I was 12 to 14. Let's just say they weren't my best years.) I don't necessarily hate religion, I just don't agree with it. I don't hate people who are religious, I have friends who are devoutly religious. I just don't share their beliefs. And I'm not ashamed of it.

I plan on picking up a few more instruments beside piano. I want to learn to play violin, but in a folksy/fiddle style instead of classical violin. This would probably help if my band ever wanted to cover "Ocean Avenue" by Yellowcard. But I've wanted to learn violin since I was a kid, and it is one of my favorite instruments. I also want to learn guitar, because I also love the guitar.

There's some other things I want to say, but I really don't. Either because I don't feel comfortable telling them to everyone on the Internet, or I'm just too tired and it would be pretty long to explain. And I'm watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind right now because I can't find Moulin Rouge and it was the next romance film I could find.

It's probably both.

All I'm gonna say that life is like a person - they can be nice and sweet, they can be angry and vengeful, or they can be worrisome and depressing. My life recently has been a roller coaster, filled with ups and downs, and more recently more downs than ups. I've been lazy, apathetic, unmotivated and my grades are in the toilet right now. All that matters to me right now are my friends and family and the music. Everything else, I couldn't give a shit about.

All I know is that I'm willing to throw everything away for what I want. And what I want more than anything is not to lose what I have, even though I know one day I will, and to be fantastic as both a pianist and as part of a band.

And that Rock Band 2 with DLC is the best video game for the Xbox 360. And that I really want both Rock Band and an Xbox 360.

My Life in Video Games

Growing up, I was a PC gamer. There's a picture of me when I was two playing on a computer. My dad took me to work with him, where I would play Putt Putt and Sesame Street games on the computers. Yes, I was a quite nerdy child.

When I was six, my sister and I got two Nintendo Gameboy Advance's and a Nintendo GameCube for Christmas. We each got one game with our Gameboys, mine being Rayman Advance and hers being Lady Sia. Since I liked the indigo Gameboy and Lady Sia, and she liked the fuchsia Gameboy and Rayman, we switched our games and Gameboys. We still both have the games and the Gameboys. We got two games with our GameCube, Luigi's Mansion and Wave Race Blue Storm. My dad sold Luigi's Mansion, but I still have Wave Race Blue Storm. (Which is a great game. If you can find it, check it out.) I have bought and traded probably at least 30 GameCube games since I got the GameCube for Christmas when I was six.

When I was seven, I got my own computer. I was probably jumping around screaming in joy. I remember coming home from my grandparents for two weeks, and seeing a desk and PC in my room. I've had PC's ever since, but now since my last PC crashed, I've been leaning more towards netbooks and laptops.

Then in 2002, Kingdom Hearts was released. And I wanted it SO badly. I begged my parents for years, which led to them buying Chain of Memories for me before getting Kingdom Hearts. I didn't get Kingdom Hearts until 2006, when I got a PlayStation 2 with my Christmas money. That year, I bought Shamu's Deep Sea Adventure (I was eleven, give me a break), Kingdom Hearts and Need For Speed Underground 2. Later on, I bought Kingdom Hearts II, Midnight Club 3 DUB Edition, The Sims Castaway, Tomb Raider Legend and Tomb Raider Anniversary. (Yes, I bought, played and finished two Tomb Raider games. And not because of Lara Croft's severely disproportional body. They're good games.) I still have these games, and several more that I have lost over the years.

Then a few years ago, I got a Wii. I got Wii Games and Wii Sports with it. I haven't used it much, but I still use it for GameCube games since my GameCube died. (My sister spilled something on it and it hasn't worked since.)

I'm still a huge PC gamer, look at my cabinets and shelves of video games if you don't believe me. I have hundreds of PC games, about 20 PS2 games, around 20 Wii games and over 30 GameCube games. When you add these all together, I'm a pretty huge video game nerd. Quite a few of the PC games are actually my dad's from as long ago as Windows 95 (and maybe earlier), and quite a few are mine, mainly mystery games, The Sims and any MMORPG, or most RPG's for that matter. I think the only games I don't have are first-person-shooters (FPS), and that's because I'm saving up for an Xbox 360 so I can play on Xbox Live with my friends.

Ever since I've had more guy friends, I've become more geeky. This is either a good thing or a bad thing.

Religion

Religion. A pretty serious subject. Yeah, this is the actual subject for this post.

I think its good to believe in something. I am friends with Atheists, Christian, Pagans, Agnostics, Hindus, I know people who are Sikhs, Muslims, Jews, and Wiccans. (I recognize Wicca as a religion. Because it is.) Most of these people believe in something, I know atheists that believe in love or music. They don't believe in God, but they believe in something.

Here's another thing that really annoys me. When people call religion a race. I hear all the time, people saying "You look Jewish" or "I'm half-Muslim." How can a person be half a religion? By that standards, I'm half Grace-Brethren. People don't say "You look Episcopalian" or "I'm half-Pagan." (But I have heard someone say "You look Mormon.") It doesn't make sense to consider yourself or another person half a religion, or by saying another person looks a religion. It doesn't make sense to call a person "half-Sikh" or "you look Agnostic." A person can convert to another religion if they want. I know a woman who was Protestant, but converted to Judaism. I hope you see my point.

Another thing that annoys me about religion is when people get in your face about it. You know the person who really, really, REALLY tries to get you to join their cause, whether it be awareness for something you've never heard of, or get you to convert to their religion? Yeah, I think everyone knows that person. Here's what I say to them: I'll do my thing, you can do your thing. As long as no one hurts each other or gets out of control, you be nice to me, and I'll be nice to you. It all comes down to respect.

So does this mean that no one should eat this or do this because another religion does it? No, but you should respect that. There are too many religions to count, and that's the reason we have diversity in this country. There are Kosher markets, and vegetarian stores.

The other thing about religion also comes down the being nice to people. If we as a species could get over our hate of other people, we would have no problems. If people just respected each other, there wouldn't be any wars. Religious wars...seriously, why do they exist? Because when you think about it, war is pointless.

If a person distorts their own religion to the extreme, and to the point it doesn't make any sense to anyone else, there's a problem. This does nothing but fuel hatred and prejudice against whatever you're doing. In the end, it doesn't work and you look like an idiot. And no one really likes you.

Religion is a very touchy subject, and I know I'm probably going to get floods of hate mail after this is posted. (Yeah, right.) But whatever religion you practice, just respect one another. Just about every religion involves some kind of writing about respect. So it all just comes down to the golden rule.

(By the way, I'm Roman Catholic, but my dad is Grace Brethren. So you might call me half-Grace Brethren. Mull that over in your head and realize how little sense it makes.)

Muse

I am going to say right now that Muse is my favorite band. If you don't know what Muse is, YouTube search it. If you don't like Muse...I can't be your friend. Just kidding, but Muse is pretty freaking awesome.

I've been listening to Muse since the summer of 2009, when my friend showed me "United States of Eurasia" and the first thing I thought was "They sound like Queen." And I like Queen. So I listened to their songs. And I fell in love. I fell in love with Muse. I have at least 30 of their songs on my iPod, and spend quite a bit of time listening to their music. As I write this, I am listening to their song "Hoodoo".

If I was asked to describe Muse, I would say that they are a mix between alternative rock, progressive rock, alternative metal, and classical. AND IT IS AWESOME.

Lead singer, guitarist and pianist, (among other instruments such as keytar, organ and synthesizer) Matt Bellamy has the voice of a god, using both vibrato and falsetto in many of their songs. He is also very attractive. Scratch that, he is damn sexy. So damn sexy that I do not feel worthy to have him as my Forum Family lover, and even less to add him as my husband.

Chris Wolstenholme, (bassist and backing vocalist) and Dom Howard (drummer) are perfect. In my opinion, they are the greatest on this Earth. This is what made me think of Queen when I first heard them. When Matt and Chris do the harmonies, with Dom just being an awesome drummer, you have the greatest band on the face of the Earth.

Several of my life's dreams are Muse-related. Being able to play "Butterflies and Hurricanes" on the piano is one of them, along with seeing them perform live and losing my virginity to Muse playing in the background. It is that awesome.

Just YouTube search "muse". You will not regret it.

You're welcome.

Harry Potter

My childhood is over. My life is over. MY CHILDHOOD IS DEAD. HARRY POTTER HAS ENDED. I cried. I CRIED. I CRIED WATCHING HARRY POTTER. THE LAST TIME I CRIED WAS WHEN I WATCHED "THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY".

My emotions are all over the place because of this. My voice is shot from shouting about how my childhood is dead and Harry Potter has ended. Carmen, Tina, Pat, Jimmy, Hilary, Lorenzo, Kate and I had a huge group hug while screaming and crying about how our lives are over. We spent an hour after the movie ended, taking pictures, talking about the movie, talking about how the series influenced our childhoods, and hugging. People thought we were drunk, but we didn't care. We made tee shirts and E wore a Gryffindor scarf while wearing glasses and holding a wand. N wore a Hufflepuff hat.

This is both the best and worst night of my life. Harry Potter made me want to learn how to read. I saw the first movie opening weekend when I was six years old. I read every book, watched every movie, bought every book and movie, went to the film and book releases. When I turned eleven, I awaited my Hogwarts letter. I believed that a world such as the world of Harry Potter existed. Harry Potter was everything to me.

The movie was amazing, the books were phenomenal, and everything is fucking fantastic. Nothing, I repeat, NOTHING will ever match up to Harry Potter. I will buy the audiobooks, every book in Hardcover, every movie poster, the soundtrack for every movie, and I will go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios.

Nothing will beat Harry Potter. Nothing will match up to this amount. I will look back on Harry Potter with fond memories, and everything that it was to me. I will keep every Harry Potter merchandise I have. I will keep the tee shirt I made. I WILL BE FORTY-FIVE AND STILL HAVE HARRY POTTER.

J. K. Rowling is a freaking genius. She created a world within our own, brought it to life, and did everything absolutely perfectly. Her works influenced young authors worldwide and inspired children everywhere. She is the most wonderful person in the world.

I now now that Harry Potter is is not dead. Harry Potter lives on in those who were in the Harry Potter Generation. Children like me who lived off Harry Potter. Children who lived and breathed Harry Potter. Children who learned to read from Harry Potter. Harry Potter is not over. Sure, there are no more movies or book releases. But Harry Potter lives on in the hearts of children of the Harry Potter generation.

Hopefully, they will make it a required reading in schools 20 years from now.

The Party

Tonight (technically last night) I went to an almost all-guy part. Two guys with the same name, we'll call them Jimmy and Marley, and I'll use fake names for everyone else. Pat held the party, invited me, Hilary, Tina, Jimmy, Marley, Justin, and Owen.

I got to Pat's house about half an hour late, because the only way my mom had any clue where his house was is because of a nearby church. After thirty-five minutes of driving to wrong locations and back roads of suburbia, we finally found Pat's house and met Hilary, Jimmy, Marley, Justin and Owen. I met Kate, Pat's older sister, and  Pat's parents. I had known Hilary, Jimmy and Owen from school, and Tina came about half an hour later. Jimmy, Marley and Pat were setting up Rock Band, which Jimmy brought. Once Tina came, we played Rock Band for about an hour.

Owen, Pat, Tina and I played Vocals and Guitar for a short while, and were then standing in the kitchen talking about guitars, when Pat tells us that he has a recording studio in his basement. We followed him into a surprisingly well-lit basement, which was filled with various recording equipment, six guitars, a banjo, a keyboard , a xylophone and a drum set. Tina had what can only be described as a nerdgasm. She squealed for a full ten minutes when he showed us around. I was not as excited by the equipment, because the piano was upstairs. There was a second half to the basement, which was used as a game and exercise room. I fell in love with the air hockey table.

After watching Pat play his $800 guitar for about twenty minutes and talking, we noticed that the music had stopped upstairs. Hilary, Marley, Jimmy and Justin had found us. We told them what we had been doing, Jimmy joked about a possible orgy in the basement he was missing out on, and we realized that it was pouring rain outside, and we needed something to do until it passed. Pat suggested Apples to Apples, which we played for hours, and Kate played music boxes and snow globes,. She also spent some time distracting Tina with different books.

After finishing Apples to Apples, (I won, by the way) we spent a few minutes annoying Jimmy for not bringing his Ouija board. It was still pouring down rain. We were desperate for something to do. Then we noticed the second half of Pat's basement. Kate showed everyone the VHS tapes, while I fell in love with air hockey table, and Owen tried using the elliptical. When he got off, I jumped on. I did not realize that it was broken, the handles gone and no controls at all. I started slowly, but then Owen grabbed the handles and shook them violently. I tried to stay on, but fell off. The entire time, Kate was flickering the lights so it changed from visible to pitch-black. I banged my shin on the machine when I fell off, swearing the whole time. After a few minutes I got over it. Owen said thing like "Holy shit, sorry." I did have to blame him for my pain.

Tina suggested we go outside. Then someone (Pat, Jimmy or Owen) suggested we play Manhunt. I did not know the rules of the game, so Jimmy and Owen told me it was basically Hide-and-Seek, just at night. Marley and Justin stayed inside. It was still pouring down rain. Tina took her shoes off and shared a jacket with Pat. They ended up looking like the two-headed dragon from Quest for Camelot.

(Short dragon - Tina, tall dragon - Pat)

I put on my hoodie and we were ready to hide. Hilary was the warden, while Tina and Pat, were seekers. Then Jimmy, Owen and I ran off into different directions. I hid in the woods behind his house and Owen hid behind the garage. Owen was found, but ran into the woods to find me. We talked, but kept our voices low to avoid being caught. We failed and ran towards the driveway. Pat disbanded from Tina and caught me. I was put in "prison". (Next to the recycling bin) By then, everyone was found except for Jimmy. Tina and I searched the yard and around the house while Pat and Owen searched the woods.

They came up with nothing. There was no sign of Jimmy. We began to panic, calling out his name, calling his cell phone and telling him that he won. There was no answer. We continued looking. Hilary then passed Jimmy's car. Jimmy was inside his car the whole time. Of course, we were ready to kill him. We banged on the door, the doors being locked, and Owen jumped on the trunk. Jimmy finally got out of his car and we went inside. We faced a scolding from Pat's mother telling us that we're crazy, and we should have dressed better. She did offer to put our clothes in the dryer, which we gladly accepted.

We continued to play Rock Band, with Pat's younger sister Mary until everyone left or their parents came to pick them up. I called my mom and my sister to pick me up at 10:13. My mom has a very bad sense of direction, especially at night, so it took her an hour and twenty minutes to get to Pat's house.

So I finally went home, and it was no longer raining. I noticed the pain again in my shin. Now I'm sitting here blogging about the party I went to, and there is a two-and-a-half inch area of my right shin that is swollen.

Thanks Owen.

The American Dream

In English class this past school year, one subject always stayed in the back of our minds, one phrase that we spent 18 weeks going back to, three words that mean so much - the American Dream. We talked about why different people came to America - religious freedom, freedom from war, the opportunity to start anew, and so on. That's why people still immigrate to America today.

I won't give you a lengthy lecture on why people from other countries come to America, or what they find here. I'm talking about what happens to the American Dream as time goes on. As their grandchildren and great-grandchildren grow up.

My great-grandparents came to America for their own reasons. They came from Italy, Ireland, Slovakia, and further back, Germany and England. They cam for the opportunity to start a new life, prosper and give their descendants a life easier than their own.

Now look at me. I'm a middle-class, white, teenager living in suburbia with a sister, a dog, a cat, a picket fence and an above-ground pool in the backyard. This is only three generations or so later. Sure, my life is easier than that of my great-grandparents. Yes, this year is the first time my dad's had a full-time job since 2007, and yes, we've had to cut back since then.

Now imagine an immigrant coming to America for the chance of a new life. He would give anything to have a life like mine. The definition of the American Dream is the idea that everyone in the United States has the chance to achieve success and prosperity. (From Microsoft Encarta Dictionary.) Essentially, its being able to bring yourself up from nothing.

When asked what the American Dream is in English class, most of the class mentioned impossible fantasies, like marrying Kim Kardashian, or having a mansion in Beverly Hills. I wrote on the board "being able to bring yourself up from nothing." Guess who got points that day?

The American Dream is not dead. People still believe that they can make something of themselves, when they don't have much to start with. America gives people hope. And hope is the greatest thing you can give a person.

Neverland

No, this post isn't a review of J. M. Barrie's Peter Pan. It's moreover talking about life and childhood dreams and facing that you have to grow up.

Yesterday, I spent a whole day with my friend. We walked around our development, played music on her guitar, went to Wawa, talked about everything, hung out on the playground, went for a walk at 10:00, watched various videos and had fun. The only thing we didn't do is swim and eat ice cream. If we had, that day would have been the second greatest day of the summer so far. (The first was everything mentioned above, only with swimming, ice cream, piano, pizza, and with two of my best friends. That was two weeks ago.) I wanted the day (two weeks ago) to last forever.

I told my friend last night about how that day was possibly the best cure for end-of-the-year stress, and that I never wanted it to end. She agreed.

After thinking about last night and the night a few weeks ago, I realized that like Peter Pan, I never want to grow up. Being fifteen, and it being summer, I have just about all the freedom in the world. Of course, I have parents, and have to obey law enforcement and gravity, but I can do whatever I want. I can do whatever I set my mind to. If I work hard enough, I can be in Women's Ensemble and Concert Choir if I work on my pitch and volume. I can perform at the Guild if I practice at least daily on piano.

I digress.

Right now, life is great. I have little responsibilities, I can sleep in until noon, I don't have a job, and honestly, I don't have a care in the world. I have nothing to worry about. And because it's summer, I don't have to care. I just have to do a few household chores and practice piano.

When I was a kid, my idea of a perfect childhood fantasy world was a mix between Alice's Wonderland, Peter Pan's Neverland and Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. And I wanted all of it. I still do, but reality is now slapping me in the face because I have braces. If I didn't have braces, I would still be imagining a candy-infused Wonderland where I never had to grow up.

What I've been saying the whole time is because life is great right now, I never want to grow up. I can fly away to Neverland and never have to grow up.

Boredom is a Killer

Since school ended, I have found myself being a victim to one of the most deadly viruses known to man: boredom. It is a chronic illness who's only cure is having fun. If left untreated it can lead to doing stupid stuff, buying things off the internet, tweeting what you eat for lunch, excessive eating, excessive sleeping, playing video games in the dark for 18 hours, and blogging about how boring your life is. Symptoms are clear and include not having fun and wearing this face.

As opposed to this face.

(Thank you Google)

First face says: I am bored.
Second face says: I've had the best day ever!

As you can tell, I am very bored.

Weird Stuff Goes Down In Jersey

The other day, I was bored and decided to skim through my copies of Weird NJ. Admittedly, about half the stories in were pretty stupid. One story was about "Midget Albino Cannibals of Boonton", with an attached picture of five or six guys wearing gorilla suits and holding baseball bats. Another story was of "dancing underpants in Rahway". As I said, some of the stories are quite stupid.

I am only familiar with a few stories in there, and if I told you, I may have stalkers coming to my door. (Yeah, like that would happen.) Anyway, here are a few "strange things" that happened to me while living in New Jersey.

When I was about 10, I was walking around my old elementary school with my friends. We were playing on our old swing set and jumping around  on the playground near the woods. The school I went to is surrounded by forest on its North, West and Southwest sides. When we were leaving, I saw what looked like a pair of red eyes in the bushes. We ran to my friend's house, thinking it was a manticore coming to devour our souls.

(Manticore woodcut. Just think about it. Isn't it creepy?)

There's also this story my friend told me about a man that lives across the street from her who never leaves his house, except for at night where he wanders the woods behind the elementary school with a saw in his hand.

I once took a picture of my parents bedroom on negative, and there was a black figure sitting on their bed. It scared my sister and I, so she deleted the picture.

While walking through a historic section of a town about half an hour away, I swore I saw a man in a suit standing next to a lamppost. When I looked again, he was gone.

On the way to school one day, I saw a black figure run behind a tree. It freaked me out, so I tried to ignore it. It's still in my memory.

Those are the only truly "weird" things that have happened to me in New Jersey.

update

i realized a few nights ago that the only people following my blog are my sister. myself and someone i dont even know.  in other words i want followers. so ill ask my dad if i can digg my blog or something. lets hope for the best.

the reason puncuation capitalization and all that other good stuff is not in this post is because i am doing this from my cellphone.  my caps and alt buttons arent working with blogger.  it works for everything else but this one website.

i watched the wind that shakes the barley today. i thought it was pretty good but i didnt finish it because i read the wikipedia article. and i learned the first and second verse of falling slowly from once on the piano. its possibly my favorite song right now and easier than i thought it woule be.

Holy, Holy, Holy

On the last day of school last year, my friends and I decided to go to the woods behind the cemetery next to our high school to look for the supposedly haunted witch's well. Legend has it that back in the early 1700's there was a witch trial and a woman was thrown down that well. Since the people didn't want to hear her screams, a brick shack was built on top of it. There is a structure of sorts (called "the rock" in my log) not too far away, (but still far enough to get lost in those woods) with two benches and the words "Holy, Holy, Holy" carved into it. Some say it was a sacrificial altar, while other's say that it is simply a memorial to what happened there.

And this is where my story begins. I wrote a short account of our journey into and out of the woods. (There may be some typo's or changed words, it being quite difficult to decipher my handwriting. At least I didn't write it in French. Also, names have been replaced with initials to protect the identities of my friends.)

6:28 AM June 23, 2010

I packed 3 water bottles for today's excursion. I'm also bringing my camera but I haven't decided  which one yet - digital or camcorder? I need to buy another water bottle in case D or G comes.

I plan to make some etchings in the cemetery, so I brought two pencils along with this notebook. I feel a little apprehensive about going to a witch's well. Legend has it, that if you put your ear to the well, you can hear their screams.

I've decided to bring my [camcorder].

7:26 AM

G can't come. Hopefully D will.

12:00 PM

Long time since I updated. We came to the woods and found the rock. Sadly, while looking for the well, we stumbled upon a water tower with a camera. We heard cop cars and ran. I almost fell behind, but made it to G's house.

12:11 PM

We ran back to the school. (Recap: A picture was taken at the water tower. I pray to God that it only caught the back of my head. Bad picture: Inability to get caught.)

We hid out at the library until the bell rang.

12:22 PM

We made it on the bus. C and G found the well. They took pictures for Facebook. T, D, S, and I split up with C and G. We met up on the bus.

All is well...somewhat.

~Erin

That's the end of it. I got about 10-15 minutes of video on my camcorder, mainly of the cemetery. And D acting weird. I plan on actually finding the well this summer. When we found the rock, all we found were two guys smoking who gave us bad directions. When we accidentally got too close to the water tower, some automated voice said: "YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON PRIVATE PROPERTY. A PICTURE HAS BEEN TAKEN." So we ran. When we got out of the woods, I took off my shirt (wearing a tank top underneath), hoping the police wouldn't recognize us, and changed the disc in my camcorder. We heard police cars and went to G's house.

C, T, S, and I all went to my house afterwards where we went on the computers and ate Popsicles.

The Sims

The Sims Medieval came in the mail the other day and I've been playing all weekend. I do have to admit, I am a Sims addict.

I started playing The Sims 2 when I was around 10. I would visit my neighbor, moreover to play the game than actually play with her. I quickly became addicted and was over her house nearly everyday. When I asked my dad for the game, he said "When you're older", mainly because Sims can have sex in the game, although everything is covered or blurred. When I did get the game, I soon begged my dad for every expansion pack. And I eventually got every expansion pack, save for two. (Open for Business and Bon Voyage, of which I borrowed from a friend.) I still play The Sims 2 every so often, mainly because its compatible on my laptop.

When I was on my way home from the eighth grade trip, my dad called me saying The Sims 3 came in the mail from Amazon. I NEVER STOPPED PLAYING IT. After several computer crashes, I still have the game and still play it. I have every expansion pack so far, because its THAT AWESOME.

On Friday, The Sims Medieval came in the mail.I spent all weekend playing it instead of doing my Biology homework. I'm still working on building my kingdom.

Now it would be pretty cool if the Sims did Victorian/steampunk London. That would be pretty awesome, considering that's one of my favorite time periods. Maybe have a Sim hunting down Jack the Ripper? Or maybe reading up on a certain fictional detective? Just a suggestion.

New Stuff!

As you can see, I updated the template for my blog. The last one was getting old, and I decided to mix things up a bit. I chose to have my background be a bookshelf because I love books more than anything else in the world. Okay, I probably love my friends and family more than books. And my mind. Well, I both love and hate my mind, shut up! No, you shut up! Get out of here! You get out! Both of you! Let the chick blog, 'kay? Fine. Fine.

You may now worry about my mental state. Anyway, what I was saying was that I love my imagination. Because without imagination, humanity wouldn't exist, now would it? If the caveman didn't invent the spear, we would all have died of starvation. I digress.

I will (hopefully) post more often, if school doesn't get in the way. See you later, alligator.

Places I Want To Visit

I was looking at my world map today, (yes, I own a world map) and I was thinking about the places I want to visit. I will post these in order of the place and why I want to go there, and these are in no particular order. Here it goes.

Italy: I'm 1/4 Italian, and I love everything Italian: food,cars, fashion, etc. Also, am I the only one who finds Italian guys pretty hot?

France: I'm a student taking French, and I always wanted to go to Paris. Its such a romantic city, and I like wine. (I know what you're thinking. "Ooooh, she's underage!" I've had red wine before. So shut it.)

United Kingdom of Great Britain: Yes, I used its full name. I've always been a bit of an Anglophile, and I was raised watching British movies and TV. I've always wanted to travel to Britain and see all the history of the country. Also, British accents are pretty attractive. The exception being Liverpool and Cockney.

Ireland: I DO have a valid reason for this one. I am 1/8 Irish, and I always wanted to visit Ireland. Although it rains a lot, its a beautiful country, and I take pride in my Irish heritage. Irish accents are even more attractive.

Slovakia: I am 1/4 Slovak. And I want to know what that accent sounds like.

Australia: Its Australia.

Across the USA: ROAD TRIP!!! (This involves Alaska and Hawaii)

Switzerland: Chocolate, clocks, why not?

Costa Rica: I've always wanted to visit Costa Rica. Maybe its because of the rainforest on those travel commercials.

Bahamas: Its in the Caribbean. And Atlantis Resort. Why not?


So those are the ones I can think of right now. I would have added Japan, but considering the recent earthquakes and tsunami's it wouldn't be a very good idea. Also the Huangshan Mountains in China sound pretty cool.

Life Update

Okay, I just wanted to say that I'm still alive. I'm not suicidal, if you thought I was by my last post, I'm just always either busy or bored out of my mind. Recently, its been busy.
Classes changed, and now I have chorus. YES! But I have geometry. NO! As you may already tell, I hate math. I suck at it, and anything past Pre-Algebra, I nearly failed. So my parents are trying to find a tutor for me. It's no going well. We ended up on a chat site where you can talk to "math tutors" ie. pedophiles. I also found a book called "Geometry for Dummies". I need that book. I know this one guy who could help me in Geometry (he's actually one of my almost-friends) while I could help him in History. But he's always busy, being a fellow chorus student. He's also in the school musical which makes it harder to contact with him.
My dad might be getting a full-time job, which is good. So far, he loves it. He fixes and builds computers and fixes idiots' mistakes. Like this scenario:
"My computer isn't working. The screen isn't lighting up."
"Have you tried turning on?"
"Yeah, it didn't work. The screen won't light up."
"It the monitor plugged in?"
"What's a monitor?"
And stuff like that.
I'm getting a job this summer, probably at Target or the library. Matters who's hiring.
My biology teacher is inarticulate. Every other word has "um..." or "ugh..." in it. So its hard to pay attention.
I'm still setting up my classes for next year, and hopefully I have French III, so my schedule isn't messed up. I'm taking Chemistry, Algebra II, English III, and US History II as my academic courses. Electives are Group Exercise and Fitness II, Women's Ensemble, and Health and Fitness III.
I broke up with my boyfriend. He was kind of a jerk anyway.
And besides that, nothing much has happened since December.