grrr. My archives aren't working correctly. Well, that's not totally true. December archives are working, just all the other ones aren't. I don't feel like messing with it anymore right now, maybe it'll fix itself. If not, I'll try again later. grrrr.

UPDATE: I was watching tv when all of a sudden I thought "duh! republish everything!" Oops. So, I went to the 'publishing' tab, and republished everything. And it worked! :)

Just so you know 'Sparkling Red Grape Juice Fruit Cocktail'- the kind in the fancy 'wine' bottles- from Aldi's has a horrible stale-grape after-taste. It's also supposed to be non-alcholic, but it has the same taste as a (very-yummy) red wine I've tried, and it burns (well in me anyway, I can feel it burning down my throat) on the first few sips, just like alcohol. Hmm. Makes me wonder.... Nah, couldn't have alcohol, because I'm not drunk, and I've been sipping at a glass for awhile. Although, I doubt I'd get drunk just from this little amount of stuff. But anyway, it doesn't have alcohol. At least not much, not enough to qualify it as 'alcoholic'. The other day I was going past the refridgerated section of the grocery store, and I noticed a sign, it said
You must be 21 years of age or older to purchase non-alcoholic beverages
Isn't that strange? I asked my mom about it, and she said it's because it still does contain alcohol, just not enough to be considered an alcoholic drink. It's weird if you ask me. But this Sparkling Red Grape drink, has no alcohol, I checked the label. It does however have 45mg of sodium per serving, which I'm sure is a lot for one 8oz serving.

I'm bored, can you tell?

Oh, and if it's working, which it was earlier so I'm crossing my fingers that it is now, my links show a cool background/pic behind them if you hover your mouse over them for a couple seconds. Nothing special, but I don't remember having any links that did that before, and I thought it was cool.

I'm done with school!!!!!!!! Just for the summer, of course. I still have my whole senior year next year. Everyone thinks I'm out of highschool, and in or done with college. Why?!? I've no idea. Yea, I do look older when you meet me (I can pass for out of college easily, but only in person, I look horribly young in my pics), and I am the type that just likes to hang back and observe rather than be all happy and a 'joiner' but... I don't see how that makes me a type that is out of- or even in, for that matter- college. This one guy my dad used to hang out with always asked me how long I had in college yet, and if I learned about such-and-such law that he heard about or needed help with. But... I mean come on, think about it. I'm going to be a lawyer. That's at the very least, 6 years of school. Usually it's 7 but I know of a few schools that are doing this 3 + 3 (pre and then regular law) law thing that you can do to get it all done with a year ahead of time. And then I might have to go longer, depending on what type of lawyer I become... Anyway, you figure generally a kid is 18 when they graduate. Just in general, not every kid. But generally, 18. So you figure 18 + 6 years college= 24 years old. I don't look 24. At least I don't think I do.

And for those who have never heard it, and ask why on earth would you want to be a pond-scum lawyer:

I've wanted to be a lawyer for as long as I could remember. I adore arguing, and I'm good at it. No, that's not being conceited, it's telling the truth because even if I don't win the argument I at least get you to consider my point of view. When I was little, whenever anyone would fight (cousins/siblings, whoever) I would take charge and point out who was right and who was wrong and what they should have done, etc. Being my own bossy little self, I guess. But it worked, I was peacekeeper. I can remember one incident in particular, I was sleeping over at my cousins house and they got into some arguement- like they always did- and someone ended up throwing something (some paper or little toy or something) out the window. I sat on the bed, calmly told my aunt what happened and what I thought she should do. Well my aunt always thought it was funny how I acted all 'lawyer like' and she told me I could decide who was right and who was wrong. I went over everything that happened, and then told them they were both wrong, one shouldn't have done this and then it wouldnt have provoked the other to throw the thing out the window, and that they should hold hands and both go outside to retrieve whatever it was that was thrown out. Well, they didn't end up holding hands, but they both walked out together to get it. And I was not a popular cousin that night, lol. Anyway, my aunt reminds me of that story whenever she tells me she admires me for wanting to actually go through with all that schooling. I'll be the first grandkid of my father's mom (and his dad, but he died a little over a year ago) to go to college. There's 4 or 5 kids older than me, and I'll be the first. So, I have that pressure to go to college. But like I said, I will anyway because I"m going to be a lawyer. There's been a lot of legal family problems, one lately and lots long before that, that have inspired me even more to become a lawyer, because I see how crummy our criminal justice system really is, and how good lawyers are seriously needed. So that's my story, why I want to be a lawyer in...500? words or less. At least I think it's less than 500, I didn't count :p

On a completly different note:

I was told that my hair is very 'retro'. I don't like that idea. My hair is my hair, and I think retro should stay in it's decades where it belongs, I don't want my hair to be a fashion plate. Not that it is really because I hang out with a bunch of people who have no idea about fashion.... except what they see on tv of course. Anyway, my hair does this flippy thing where it gets curly/wavy and flips out at the ends, totally natural, if it were up to me it wouldn't flip out. And I tend to let a few whisps of my bangs hang in my face because I hate how my face looks without bangs. Anyway, someone was saying how "look, you've got the retro thing going on! whispy bangs and everything!" *gag*

And now it's 12:25, I've said a whole lot without saying much at all. Kudos to anyone who has actually read through all that babble. and I'm actually getting sleepy, so I'm going to read. Gnight people.

a very-girly FridayFive

1. Is your hair naturally curly, wavy, or straight? Long or short?

Now it's curly/wavy and pretty long. Also a dark brown/reddish color in case you were wondering about the color status of my hair. Yes, it needs to be dyed again. My hair's a little strange, the longer I let it get, the curlier it gets. If I cut it shoulder length or shorter, it's not curly at all and just does this weird twist at the ends. For now, it's curly/wavy and about mid-back length.


2. How has your hair changed over your lifetime?

Well, when I was little (a year old?) I had ringlets. Then my grandfather cut my hair (without my parents permission, mom was horrified), and I never did get those ringlets back, now when it's curly it's just curls, not cute ringlets. Anyway, back to topic.. In order...I had ringlets, long curly hair, I had short ear-level length in about 2nd grade I think it was, then I let it grow long/curly again, then from about 11-14 I kept it between chin and shoulder length, and then from like 15 on I let it stay shoulder length, and within the past year or so I've let it grow to my mid-back.


3. How do your normally wear your hair?

down. Or if I want to put it up I'll put it up in a pony tail or one of those butterfly clip thingys. Usually if I want it off my neck (if I'm hot, sweaty etc) I put it in the clips, if I just want it off my neck and I still want to go somewhere (because I will not leave the house with a butterfly clip in, looks too messy) I'll put it in a ponytail. But yea, normally I just leave it down to do it's own weird thing/style. I don't mess with my hair much, besides it's color :)


4. If you could change your hair this minute, what would it look like?

Hmm....this minute.... I read that question and thought BLACK. I don't know why, but suddenly I want to dye my hair black. Not normal black, but blue/black or maybe red/black. And it'd be really really curly, and really long.... OR maybe I'd dye it purple or blue. I'm not sure which, maybe a mix of the two. But I do like my hair long and curly. Oh, and I definetly would cut my bangs, because I hate not having bangs and even though I cut my bangs to eye level, about 2 months ago, they're already past my chin.


5. Ever had a hair disaster? What happened?

Nah. No such thing. Hair's an accessory. It's not really important, it's just fun to change the color of it and whatnot. Although, maybe you could call my second grade pic a disaster since I hate the haircut but everyone else says it's "cute" (a word I despise). Anyway, I don't really see hair as having a disaster. Cut it too short? So what, it'll grow. Dye it the wrong color? Big deal, even permanent hair dyes wash out in a month or so. My mom once shaved off her eyebrows (she's over obsessive about tweezing them, and one time she tweezed so much that she just decided to shave them off) and then we just drew on her eyebrows with an eye makeup pencil until they grew in again. No big deal, you couldn't even tell it wasn't really her eyebrows unless we told you.

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Tonight at like 10:30 the phone rang, so I answered it and I had some weird guy yelling at me. It was horrible. I asked him what his name was and after a lot of pausing and sounding annoyed he said his name was Tyrone. He asked for my dad by his first name, except I know he had the wrong guy. I tried explaining to the guy that he had the wrong phone number and he starts going off "*yelling* No I do not have the wrong number B****! That *****edited***** owes me for 2 dime bags (drugs? I think I remember hearing about dime bags on some movie) and another $400 for..." The WHOLE time he was yelling, and I was trying to break in with "ok, hold on hold on hold on I'll go get him" I mean I know the him I was going to get (my dad) wasn't the guy this guy wanted because there is no way my dad even knows this creep (we don't know anyone named Tyrone, and neither would we know someone so horrible), and by the time I broke in enough for the guy to pause so he could hear me say hold on, I ran to get dad, dad went to the phone and the creep had hung up. So.... Now I'm a little freaked out. I mean, he has the phone number he can find the address right? And if he finds the address...he sounded high or drunk or strung out or something, he definetly didn't sound normal, so who knows what he'd do? Dad said we'll call the police about it in the morning. But sheesh it was freaky.

I hope everyone else had a better day/night than I did. And Amy and Amanda (if you read this in time, which I doubt) have fun on your trip(s)! :)

I got a new desk!

Ok, so not really. It's neither a desk or technically new. It is however a desk to me and new to me. Is that as confusing as I think it is? The desk is 2 file/storage cabinets (kinda like file cabinets but on wheels, and the drawers are just regular drawers, they don't have like slots for files) they basically look like you would have a desk with 3 drawers on each side of it for a total of 6 drawers, and you cut the top/table part off of the desk. Well anyway, since we needed a middle piece so it wasn't just 2 file cabinets, I unscrewed all the screws from my old desk (which meant a lot of screws since my dad had added extra wood to make the desk more stable) and used the old desk wood for my new desk top. So, it's my new/old/file cabinet/desk. And I like it. :)

I haven't been blogging lately. Which isn't good, because then I can't claim my 3 hours a week for school. grrr

A new template is coming up soon, as much as I like the froggies, it's time for something new. The new one will be purple and kind of gothic looking, and no the girl in the pic will no bet/is not me, it's just the girl the template place used.

I set up my webcam again! Finally. I don't like how it's positioned, but yea well.

Ok, my back's starting to hurt from this new desk position that I'm sitting in, so I'm ending this here. Tata.

Burger King

Ok, well, I don't know how many of you have ever noticed, but at most of the burger kings (around where I live anyway) when you go through the drive-thru and get to the window they have a sign hanging up that says "Record number of cars served in 1 hour: ##" Ok, usually it's like 20 or something. But no, not the one closest to me. That one claims that they've served 98 cars in an hour! Ninety-eight! That's a lot of cars, in fact, it's so many that I doubt it's true. I mean think about it... how? How could it be possible for 98 cars to even pull off of the highway/street in an hour, let alone go around the Burger King building, place their order, and get served. It's just not possible... is it?
The only way I can figure it would work is if the workers made like 98 hamburgers the hour (or day, it is burger king) before, and then the 98 cars just drove through the drive thru order placing place and sped past the window while some guy was throwing a bag into their car. Oh, and they would have had to have the highway/road blocked off too, because sometimes you have to wait 5 minutes for traffic to clear just to pull in there on a normal day, imagine if there were 98 cars trying to get in there too. 98 cars in an hour. It's just not possible.

Hehe, they always get my order wrong so as it is, I'd hate to think of what I'd get if there were 97 other cars in line behind me. :p

Ok, so that's my burger king story, per my mom's request :)

Well, I was going to blog, honest I was. And then...well, I did the F5 in amanda's comments, and then I suddenly lost my want to blog. blah.

I'm bored. maybe that's my problem. Don't get me wrong, i have tons of stuff to do, I just don't want to do any of it. My mom suggested I sleep (well, she said "You should go to bed, your face looks tired" lol, what a compliment), but I'm too awake to sleep and too bored to be awake. I could do schoolwork, but well, that's boring. I have 18 Science's, 1 PA History, and like 20 Arts'. I'm done with Spanish :) I hated Spanish. I'm not taking it next year, 2 years is enough for most colleges isn't it?

My keyboard is crooked. See, I'm very fussy about how I sit at my computer. It's not the proper way to sit, not even close, but it's the only comfy way for me. I don't know exactly how to explain it... You know those little pedestal things on the bottom of the keyboard that raise it up off the desk surface? Well, I always have those up, so my keyboard is slightly slanted. But lately my fingers have been tingling, so mom said to put the pedestal thingys down. So I did, and then my keyboard was banging onto my desk. So now I have one pedestal slightly up, the others down. And it works. :) Oh, and I sit at an angle from my monitor, I can't sit right in front of it. This is partly due to that I hate looking at it directly, and also due to the fact that...well, I literally can't sit right in front of it. My desk chair is in, well, my mom calls it a hole but it's not exactly. It's more like...a slant. It's not a huge slant, but if I put my desk chair right in front of my monitor then sit in my chair, my chair slides down the slant and onto the level surface. So, to make things easier, I just keep it on the level surface which is like an arm's length away from the middle of my computer monitor. Does that make any sense? Sorry if it didn't, it did in my head before I typed it all down, honest.

My mom has a request. She wants me to do a blog about Burger King. So tomorrow I think I shall. If I have time. She's already given me the specific topic of burger king, I guess she just wants to see how it looks in blog format? lol I dunno.

Till tomorrow..