Friday, December 31, 2004

Bored Two Minutes Later

I don't really like days off school.

But then I don't like days in school, either.

Because either way I'm bored.

So here I sit, listening to Michelle Branch on my iPod (really need to put more songs on this thing, maybe when Phil leaves so I can steal his computer), waiting for something to happen.

Not that a whole lot happens in a minor suburb, especially a quiet one like this particular subdivision. The major thing this week is the repairing of a broken water main (um, whee). There's just not much to report from a small town outside a major/minor city.

Okay, tired of Michelle Branch, bring on Mannheim Steamroller. I like this band. They do mostly jazz-sounding intrumental stuff, and they have got to be one of the greatest Christmas bands ever. They don't just remix Christmas music (but it's spectacular); they pretty much come up with a bunch of songs that no one's ever thought of before and stick it onto an album and say (I'm not sure about this so don't quote me) "Here you go, what do you think?"

I love Mannheim Steamroller.

Well, on Sunday morning, a friend and I are going to sing a special for church. I think it'll turn out pretty well, as long as we can keep a straight face during the whole thing. We've done stuff like this before, so it should go nicely. And besides, it's orchestra week, so we won't be alone in the green room (where all the musicians and singers hang out when they don't have anywhere else to go).

Maybe I should try to build those Lego robots...

Or I should study my Bible Bowl. That'd make Mom happier, and it would give my team a bit of a boost, since there's no chance in heck of us getting stuck in the lower bracket, dang.

I hate playing in the upper bracket. It's all high schoolers, and aside from a few teams, we keep getting creamed, like, 400-10. Not very nice, especially when you go 6 or 7 rounds before lunch. The worst is that Top Brain, this big 150-question test on what you (supposedly) studied. Everyone hates it but most do better than they think. Sometimes.

Okay, that's it. Everyone, why don't you just click on the 'next blog' button on the top of the screen there a few times? You might come across Tyler's or Kirk's or even John's blog. Go on, I dare you.

"Whaddaya think, Ref?"

Do you ever feel like a referee between two of your friends? I do. Like yesterday, for example. I had to step into a fight between two of my MAD Camp friends. Apparently one had teased the other about the latter's girlfriend, and the latter had taken it really personally.

Okay, I'm just going to stop here before I go on ranting.

Happy New Year, everyone.

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Just Some Stuff

This is just something I came up with late last night. Not sure why, but I tend to do that... It's not that great but I figured I'd post it anyway. Before anyone asks, no, it doesn't have a tune. I suck at writing actual music...

Lookin' forward to my future
When the days of sins are done
When no pain or cryin' reign
When every turn's a new day begun.

Lookin' to new ways of life
When Jesus comes to rule the world
When angels sing and life reigns supreme
When happiness fills our every word.

How glorious it all shall be
When Jesus comes to earth, and we
Will all give God melodious praise
Give glory to the King of Days,
Give glory to the King of Days.

Waitin' for that day to come
When Satan's finally given up
When all the creatures cry "Amen!"
When all the church-bells have been rung.

How glorious it all shall be
When Jesus comes to earth, and we
Will all give God melodious praise
And give glory to our King of Days,
Give glory to our King of Days!

See, not that great. Not really sure why I'm posting it. Maybe this will make me a little less skittish when it comes to showing what I do, I don't know.

I'm not really sure why I get so clammy when it comes to showing whatever it is I've just drawn or written. Maybe it's because I'm afraid people won't like it, and that'll affect my relationship with them. Maybe it's because I don't want them to laugh. Maybe I'm afraid of no reaction at all. Maybe I'm afraid of being pointed out to the public (which is kind of stupid because I sing onstage more often than not, but I'm also left pretty well alone afterwards). I don't like being singled out when there are others that do more noteworthy stuff. Who knows why I'm an introvert?

Heck, sometimes I'm not an introvert. Sometimes I get, in the words of my mother, "inappropriately social", which sort of isn't my fault. I get that way because I feel that I'm supposed to be doing something other than what I'm already doing. Oftentimes I end up feeling like some sort of complete idiot, because I get all twitchy and shaky, and sometimes can't find the words I'm trying to say to someone.

But most of the time I really am a quiet person. I don't 'shmooze' like most people at parties or social ordeals, and won't talk to someone else unless they're my age and I know them or if someone talks to me first. I don't like people all that much. I'm not sure why I'm like that, either, so don't try asking. Who knows, maybe it's because I actually have a mild form of autism, and that makes me somewhat peculiar.

All I know is that it sucks and I hate myself for it.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

'Twas Three Days After Christmas...

Thank God that's done, because every person is stretched tight as a drum.

Ok, that was bad, sorry.

Not much to report here, excpet for the fact that my sister's boyfriend is currently over here. He's not too bad a guy, I guess, but he'll have to pass the Chris Test before I make any real decisions.

The extended family Christmas was yesterday. It went pretty well, considering my family is really just a bunch of fruitcakes that can talk (yes, including myself, thanks). I don't mean that in an insulting way, but we're all just crazy. It drives me insane more often than naught. (Ah, well, at least I got a new pair of socks...)

My cousin, Chris (yes, there is more than one Chris in this clan), is heading over to talk to an Air Force recruiter on Wednesday. I hope it goes well for him. He'd be a good soldier. But I'm kind of scared that I'm going to lose him. It's a rational fear. I mean, after going through the death of my best friend, and watching my grandmother die from Alzheimer's, I have reason to be a little skeptical of life-threatening situations. I just don't want to lose someone else that I love, you know?

The iPod and CD player are working quite well. I need to import some more songs onto the iPod in the next few days, but I'll get to that eventually.

Current Mood: Jammin'

Random Useless Fact of the Day: I beat my sister and her boyfriend in a game of Uno.

Saturday, December 25, 2004

I got an iPod. Holy crap. O_o

*points to title* It's true! See, my oldest brother (of which there are two) had this iPod, which I proceeded to drool over every time I saw it. This was one of the old-school iPods, but still very very nice, in my view. Chris (the aforementioned brother) got one of the new-school iPods, and needed to find a home for his old one, along with all the stuff he'd gotten for it since his new iPod wouldn't work with it.

Guess who is now providing a (very loving) home for this lovely piece of technology? Yours truly. Of course, I'm not alowed to take it out of the house unless it's, like, a family car trip, since there's so much risk of it getting stolen or listened to by unauthorized people. For the car trips with, say, the Bible Bowl team or on choir tours or at M.A.D Camp and the like, there's a brand-spankin' new CD player, which was both much-wanted and much-needed. This new CD player doesn't skip. At all. So I am quite pleased... I finally got my iPod. Now my friends are going to want to kill me...

Current Mood: Happy

Random Useless Fact of the Day: Also got a Lego set that you use to build little robots! :D Sweetness. Oh, and a new watch. It's bue and cool-lookin'! Merry Christmas, ya'll!

Friday, December 24, 2004

Welcome to the Late Late Show!

At Harvester Christian Church, featuring preachers and teachers and it starts at 11 freakin' o' clock tonight! If that ain't inhumane, I don't know what is. I mean, at that time I'm usually in bed (trying to be) asleep. My eyelids already feel like they weigh a bit more than usual. If I'm feeling like this, then I can't imagine what my mom's feeling right now. She's the pianist, see, and she volunteered for all 4 (5?) of the services today. Then there's another service tomorrow night (Saturday Night Service) and, after that, there are 3 more on Sunday morning. She's going to be so wasted it's not even funny.

The worst thing is that she could've easily avoided it, had she laid low. But NO, she goes and signs up for all of them, complaining all the way. The rest of my family is completely up in arms because of her attitude, which snaps at anyone trying to suggest anything to help or the like. It just annoys me to no end, because if Mom would just listen to common sense, she would be a lot happier. Unfortunately, she's so darn stubborn she won't do anything to prevent it. I guess Mom's happiest when she's miserable, much like my oldest brother...

Current Mood: A Little Woozy

Random Useless Fact of the Day: (See previous post)

Merry Christmas, y'all!

Just look at the title... But, anyways, here on this Christmas Eve, we all should give a moment to remember exactly why we have Christmas... Christ's birth. I don't care what any political analist says; they're just out to control the world, and besides, it's the truth. With Jesus, none of us would even be here.

So just remember that.

Current Mood: Still Awake at the Moment

Random Useless Fact of the Day: My sister and sister-in-law won't let me into the dining room.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Christmas tree

My family (or, at least, two of my siblings and I) have just gotten done decorating what we now call "Said Christmas tree". It's a rather eclectic thing, definitely not one of those 'theme trees' that are seen so often. The only them we have on our tree is chaos, along with the little section in the front center, christened "Star Wars Land" for our fleet of Star Wars ornaments. This year's aquisition is the Star Destroyer and Blockade Runner ornament. MY brother is still searching for a Death Star tree topper.

You may be wondering why my family has only just now begun to put our tree up and wrap presents. The answer is simple: There are only 24 hours in a day, and the people at the Physics Committee refuse to make more. (Lazy little buttheads...)

Went to the dentist today, and am convinced that genetics have completely cheated me. I have pits in at least two back molars, and not because of poor or negligent oral hygene. I'm going to have to have them sealed again, which really annoys me, because I also don't like dentists. (This can be said, I'm sure, of much of the population.)

Saw "Series of Unfortunate Events" yesterday, and am really happy that I did. The movie itself was a bit rushed, but very enjoyable. I found it quite funny that Klaus always looked angsty or sad or confused, while Violet showed almost no emotion except quit determination. Even for a person that stands up for accuracy when it comes to book-born movies, I think that the spirit of the books was captured.

I'm also very excited and am waiting for July 16 of next year. Why? Because that's when "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" is finally published. I bet you I'm going to be reduced to tears when I finally have that book in my hands.

Current Mood: Satisfied

Random Useless Fact of the Day: Dentists must be nature's worst species of doctor, short of one that's a quack.

Monday, December 20, 2004


First off on the list, I am happy and the adrenaline is running quite nicely. This is for two main reasons: J.K. Rowling has announced that BOOK 6 IS COMPLETED and that the PUBLICATION DATE SHOULD BE SAID WITHIN THE NEXT DAY or so. I can't wait to get my paws on that book... I should have it read in a couple of days, maybe less. The second reason for my happiness is that I'm going to see "Series of Unfortunate Events" tomorrow afternoon, along with the Rockettes in the morning. So my day will be filled with productions...

Humane society was fine today. Got in this big white dog (breed: unknown!) named Zane. Poor thing is literally addicted to his seizure meds. He staggers around like his brain isn't telling his legs what to do, like he's drunk. We're trying to get him off this huge dose so that his mineral levels can get back from Off-the-Charts-Land and so we can make sure that he's clean. Of course, we can't make him go cold turkey; that could be fatal. Also got in a littler of 6-7 pointer mix puppies. Fortunately, they were already spayed/nuetered/vetted/microchipped, so they were immediately up for adoption. These two ladies from Kansas were going to adopt one as a gift for the nieces/nephews, but we don't do gift adoptions, sorry. My Staffie/boxer puppies (the ones I got to see being born, so I'm attatched to the little guys) all went home, so I'm really glad about that. Still have momma Daisy, though. She's really very sweet once she gets to know you... Anyone want a Staffordshire bull terrier? Who's housebroken?

Current Mood: Pretty darn satisfied

Random Useless Fact of the Day: My mother hates white-corded tree lights on a green Christmas tree. (But who cares if the thing's going to have garland and junk on it anyways?)

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Sunday, cruddy Sunday

Ah, the bane of one who just can't sleep! Well, it was better than usual last night because I had taken Nyquil for my cough... But anyways, on Sundays I am always waken up at around 6-6:30 in the morning in order to get ready for church. My parents (and therefore I as well) have to be there by 7, which kinda sucks, but hey. It's not like I have a whole lot to do anyways, just water the piano if it needs it, dust the piano off (you can tell I like to take care of the darn thing, can't you?), and help Mom with the earplugs to her monitor. (For those unfamiliar with tech-speak, the monitor is what the musicians use to hear themselves, highly useful when you're in a band like this one.) Afterwards I'm pretty much free to do what I want, as long as I'm back in time for the service (the first of three) to start. I usually spend the first few minutes waiting for my friend Syd, who, when she shows up, discusses the latest issues in her life. Then we go off in search of breakfast, since we don't get a chance to eat before we leave the house. Which sucks.

This particular Sunday, I continued work in the sound booth (trust me, it's a lot harder than it looks). After getting out at 12:30, lunch at Chevy's, yay tasty. Then it's back home for a couple of hours, mostly spent studying Bible Bowl. Then at 3:45 it's off to Bible Bowl practice, where today it was only a written test and a trip to DQ. (My team did well at the last competition, so that's why we got DQ.) Then it's back at home and here I am typing this. So now... I'm tired.

Current Mood: Bushed

Random Useless Fact of the Day: 'Placenta' means 'cake' in Latin. Pretty funny... At least to me.

Friday, December 17, 2004


Man, if there's one thing I hate, it's this freakin flu that I've had for, like, three weeks. It sucks. Right now my stomach is so upset that I dare not eat anything for fear of barfing, and I'm really tired because I lived up to my fake name again. (Stayed up half the night coughing.) Now, if you'll excuse me...

Current mood: Lethargic

Thursday, December 16, 2004

During School, oop.

*ahem* Hello all of you who are reading this. Although I doubt that you are, and if I'm wrong, then I'm truly sad for you, because then you must be extremely bored. Not that I'm trying to knock anyone, but hey. I'm a cynic. Sort of.

If my mother finds this, I'm dead, since I'm posting during school hours... Yeah, I'm homeschooled, but I'm really supposed to be learning about the Great Depression and reviewing inequalities... But hey, watching those darn science videos always make me feel sick to my stomach if I sit there for long enough. And when you're just recovering from a bout of Journey Flu (more on that later, maybe), that's not the world's best thing to be feeling. Trust me.

And about my name, the Teenage Partial Insomniac. It's because I tend to (unlike a lot of my counterparts) to not sleep for an entire night. I always, without fail, tend to wake up at, like, two in the morning or some crappy time like that. Either that or I'm staring at my ceiling for about two hours before I actually go to sleep. And when you have to get up at 6 am on a Sunday morning, that truly sucks.