Wednesday, November 30, 2005

My new pets

Hey everyone...scroll down to the bottom of my page, below my stat counter...and say hi to Pasqual, Bob, and Tutie...the first of my cyber pets. Thanks Yoj...you may be a geek, but you find cool stuff.
It's Wednesday...thank goodness. I only have one day of school left this week. I've been feeling pretty crappy pretty much since late Saturday night, probably something I caught at the apartment, well not porbably. I know who I got it from. My dear bf Joey just happened to be sick last weekend, and now I am...you do the math. Oh well, aint love grand. School is almost over, and I will FINALLY graduate in December, well as long as I pass trig. I brought my grade up from a 20 to a 67...so tht's an improvement...granted, how it got to be as low as 20 I don't know. Erik, the cute guy in my sports med class, finally asked me out...his timing pretty much sux seeing as I'm with Joey now, but we decided to go play pool as friends. Joey isn't thrilled at the idea, and says that from a guy's perspective, it's a date. I guess he's ok with it though becuase I told him about it. His car is still in the shop, and he should be checking on it today. This Friday I'm going to some Nutcracker play thingy...which I may be too *sick* to attend. We'll see...Well, I have trig and geometry to tend to...lots of love - Jerra

Monday, November 28, 2005

Me and my Joey



Well, here are some pics of Joey and I at Thanksgiving...He was less than pleased about taking his hat off...hahaha. He's a cutie huh?

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Thankful 2

Well, this year for Thanksgiving, I'm taking a cue from Ian and re-posting an old post. This is from August, but fit...so here it is.

I’m having one of those days where I think my life sucks, and I’m all kinds of depressed, so I’ve decided to look at the positive stuff in my life. I’m going to make a list of all those things I’m thankful for. So, here it is. I’m thankful for…My family because I know they will always be there for me, My Momma because she has wiped away the tears, kissed away the pain (weather from a skinned knee or heartbreak), she has given me advice even when she knows that I don’t want to hear it, she has taught me to be independent, given me faith in God and the human race, she has taught me that gardening is cheaper than a therapist and just as effective, she has taught me that you can never have too many pets (this includes dogs, ducks, frogs, birds, fish, ducks, goats, dogs, and any other animal who “hasn’t got no family, let’s take he home.”), she has taught me to be strong for myself and my family, she has taught me that brains are more important than beauty, that even though every man may not see your beauty the right one will, she has taught me that beauty comes from the inside and makes the outside glow, she has taught me that it’s okay to cry (in movies, when you’re sad, angry, happy, scared, and any other time you need to), that tears help mend a broken heart, that faith is worth more than all the money in the world, that God takes care of his children, she has taught me that just because someone else is a jerk doesn’t mean you can be, that a woman’s intuition is not to be ignored, that following your heart may get you hurt but you’ll never regret it or say “what if?”, she has taught me that a woman does not need a man to make her whole only to compliment her, that everything you do has an effect on those around you so be careful what you do, that a family’s job is to protect one another’s dignity at all costs, that if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all, that it’s easier to make the wrong decision than it is to undo the damage, she has taught me that you can undo the damage when you make the wrong decision, that I’m worth a lot more than I give myself credit for, that I’m always going to be her baby, that she’s pretty much always right, she’s taught me to admit when I’m wrong, to learn from my mistakes, that God doesn’t care what “flavor” you are as long as you live a good life and love him and others, she’s taught me that family is the most important thing after God, she has taught me to “agree to disagree”, to be bull-headed, to be humble, to be kind, to be generous, to be loving, to be careful, she has taught me that what you put into something is what you get out of it, not to sweat the small stuff, to know where your weaknesses are and work to improve on them and yourself, she has taught me that true love is hard to find and may not come in the time or package we expect, most of all she has taught me sometimes life is hard, but as long as you do what is right and stay close to God, everything will be okay. I am thankful that I am like my Momma, and that I am becoming a woman I can be proud of because of her. I am thankful for my Dad (and now that I think about it, the fact that I can now use that word in a positive way) because even though he isn’t our real dad, he loves us like his own, he has taught me that the right person is out there and will complete you, that God has a sense of humor (look at the Platypus), that not all men are bad, that quiet is precious, that hot sauce is a food group, that big scary bugs can be dealt with by the Dad, that generosity and kindness always come back to you, that even cheesy slasher flicks have value to someone (him), that I don’t like movies with zombies in them (except that one, umm…Shaun of the Dead…there’s that one part where he’s like…dadadadada…arghhh…it’s funny), and most of all that he is not like every other man that has been in Mom’s life, and that he loves her and us with a passion that is admirable. I am thankful for Josh because he has taught me to be patient, look at things closely, all about Star Wars (and every other movie EVER), to appreciate even the smallest things in life, that even the cute guy has problems, to stand up for yourself, to forgive, to love even when you don’t know why, to be thankful, and to have fun and be goofy. I’m thankful for Jacob because he shows me every day how to love unconditionally, he has taught me that dancing to the tune of a different drummer is not a bad thing, that even the stinky kid has feelings, tolerance, patients, tenderness, that a hug from those little arms can make the world seem right, that when I’m sad he’ll be right there with me crying too, that I am a role model and he watches my every move, most of all he has taught me that there is always something worth living for and someone there for you when you need them, and that when God gives you a second chance you can’t waste it. Jacob is a precious gift that we almost lost very early in his life, so I am thankful for him every day and every second with him is precious (even when he’s having a “rain-man” day). I am thankful for my Papaw. He has taught me so much about faith, God, morality, values, and life in general. He has taught me that family matters, that chivalry is still alive, that true love is unconditional, that there are good men in the world, that when you do things the right way the first time it’s much easier than fixing them after doing them the wrong way, he’s taught me not to cry over spilled milk (just leave the room and come back after it’s cleaned up), that golf balls can make it all the way across the river and into the woods on the other side, that a dog is man’s best friend, that grandparents are there to love and spoil, and only punish when they must, that wisdom comes not only with age, but with experience, that you can’t control others but you can control yourself, that strength is not only physical, that faith is important, he’s taught me that prayer is stronger than any medicine, that cancer is like a football game, most of all my Grandpa has taught me to be a good person, and to wait for a man who treats me like he treats my Grandma. I am thankful for my Memaw because she has always been there for me, she always has candy at the lake, she has taught me that root beer is a food group, that dogs do wear clothes, that meatloaf is good, that some people can wear neon pink lipstick, that Shaklee makes everything (and it’s always the best), that modesty is important, that honesty and integrity are valuable, that abstinence saves you from a lot of heartbreak, that computers are confusing, and that you are always learning. My Gram has been there for the family and I through it all, and loves us even when we mess up. I am thankful for Joe because he has taught me that sometimes people let the best things, those that would save them, and those that they need more than anything slip through their fingers, that you can’t miss someone you don’t know, but it still breaks your heart every time you think about them, that the father-shaped piece missing in my heart is very small, even un-noticeable. I am thankful for Dan because he has taught me that I am strong, that we (Mom, Josh, Jake, and I) will always be okay, no matter what adversity we may face, that crazy people don’t all wear straight jackets, that evil is not some intangible idea, but a man named Dan Brock, that only a coward hits a child, that only a coward runs from a 16 year old girl, that only a coward hits a woman, that nothing good comes from revenge (well except Sprite on window sills, a dead squirrel in a closed van in the heat of summer, or seeing someone who has tormented, hurt, insulted, and made you feel unsafe and in fear of your life arrested) unless it’s from God (then it’s flippin sweet), that moving on and rebuilding lives takes only as long as you let it, and that although there are men out there who are evil and dangerous, there are also those who are good and will protect you. I am thankful for my friends. Laurel because she knows everything about me and loves me just the same, knew me before I was cool and was my friend, is honest, is like a sister to me, cares about me, shares her life with me, and most of all because she is there for me when I need her and gives me invaluable advice. Megan because she has taught me to have faith and confidence in myself, and that being a social-butterfly is exhausting and drama-ridden. Heather because she has taught me to take school seriously and being smart doesn’t mean that you are mature. I am thankful for all my friends through the years, they have all left an indelible mark on my heart and my life. I am thankful for young love, Grant because he taught me not to listen to what other people say and to follow your heart, Evan because he taught me that there is a fine line between a crush and stalking (one which I crossed and danced back and forth on multiple times), and that you can’t make someone love you, you can just make yourself someone who can be loved, Hittle because he taught me that a good friend does not always make a good boyfriend, Pfarr because he taught me to be strong in my faith, and that there really are great guys out there, Caleb because he taught me that infatuation makes you stupid, Jonathan because he taught me that honesty in vital in a relationship, you can’t force chemistry, there really are kisses that make your toes curl and your heart flutter, chivalry is a charming trait, some men are not men at all, what a good father looks like, to work hard and within your means, to take a chance even if you could get hurt, age doesn’t determine maturity, that some things are worth waiting for, and some are not, and that sometimes you just have to wait for the right time for love. I’m thankful for all my pets because they have taught me how precious and fragile life is and that unconditional love can be found in the strangest places. I am thankful for all the material things I have. I am thankful for the rain because it’s warm, smells sweet, seems to wash away all the bad things, makes the flowers grow, and brings back happy memories of carefree days and nights. I am thankful for the beauty that surrounds me every day in nature and in the people around me. I am thankful for the bad that I see and experience because it helps me to recognize and appreciate the good. I am thankful for my past, present, and future. I am thankful for all those people, experiences, things, hurts, joys, and places that have made me the woman I am proud to be.

P.S. - I thought I should include Joey in here...I'm thankful for him because he makes me feel beautiful and special, and that is worth more than anything else in the world some days.

I love you

I love you
Not only because of who you are
But because of
Who I am when I'm with you

I love you
For the way you tell me
It's all going to be
Alright

I love you
Because
You tell me
Not to run

I love you
Because
You listen
To everything I say

I love you
For the way
You kiss me
And chase away my fears

I love you
For the way
You make me happy
To just be me

I love you
For the way
You hold my hand
So you won't lose me

I love you
For the way
You look at me
And tell me you love me

I love you
Not only because of who you are
But because of
Who I am when I'm with you

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

All can see the sun shining, but not all feel it's warmth.


Some times the monotony is too much
All I want to do is run
Away
Far and fast
T0 a place that is real
Where what is seen can be believed
What is believed is unshaken
What is thought is said
And love is true
All I want to do is run
Away
Far and fast
All I want to do is run
But leaving is worse than staying
Leaving would kill me
Staying merely cages me

Friday, November 18, 2005

Life is like the sea
and we are like ships sailing on her
When life is good
The water is calm and the sun is shining
When life is bad
The waves crash hard against our ship
they shake us to our core
all that we once believed
we question
The warmth of the sun is a thing of the past
But, then we always know in the depths of our soul
This too shall pass
So, when we are thrown against the rocks of life
and we are ravaged and broken
Remember that life is like the sea
and these storms that threaten to break you
only make you stronger
This too shall pass

You say so much,
You say so little,
Those eyes that burn through the walls I have worked so hard to build,
That see straight to my soul,
One kiss and you tell me all those things buried deep inside,
You...You awaken in me something that I thought not to posess,
You make me feel beautiful,
You make me feel strong,
You make me feel smart,
But most of all,
You let me feel trust.

Parents Shouldn't have to bury their kids

There's Ringo...the goat in a sweater. Yesterday, Ringo got out of his pen again. he insists on romping about the yard with Matilda, well the only problem is that Matilda plays rough. When he got out of the pen he squeezed through a gap in teh chicken wire, adn scratched himself up pretty bad. At some point he tried to get back in the pen and scratched himself up worse. Matilda decided she needed to lick his cuts and make him better, the only problem with this being that it was about 32 degrees out and windy. When JJ got home, he found Matilda running across the yard with Ringo in gher mouth...carrying him like any mother dog would her pups. Thsi is the second time that Ringo has gotten out and then been licked by Matilda and caught a chill. The time before, we wrapped him in towels and a hot pad, and pout him under a heat lamp, and he eventually perked up again. This time was a lot worse. He was completely lathargic, couldn't stand, or even lift his head. He was cold to the touch and his breathing was shallow. After several hours of JJ caring for him...never putting him down, and holding him close to share his body heat, Ringo still hadn't improved. When Mom and I got home from school (me from school, her from work) Ringo was in bad shape. Having already paid out the bum for the treatment of : Bear when she got in a dog fight, theh other two goats who were poisoned by a vet accidentally, and Sheba who was attacked by a dog...we couldn't afford to take him to the vet if he wasn't really sick. Mom and I took over, giving JJ a much needed brake, he looked tired and much older than usual. We took him in the bathroom where we have a heater and it heats up fast. We kept him wrapped in towels and the heating bag. Mom and I had belly dancing class and JJ had to take Josh to a band concert. They left first, and Mom and I left, praying Ringo would be alive when we got home. Belly dancing was fun, and normally I'd go in to detail, but this is neither the time nor the place. We got home to find JJ with the goat. He had improved some and was holding his head up on his own. I went out that night and got back around 12, Ringo was still ok. He was camped out in Mom and JJ's room with a heat lamp and was finally nice and warm. I went to bed and thanked God that Ringo was ok. I knew I couldn't take another kid dying. I woke up this morning around 12...well this afternoon. It's my day off, so I sleep late. JJ's Jeep is in the drive way, so i know he's here. I knocked on his door, but to no response. As I walked by the selarium, I saw the basket Ringo had been in. I was over-joyed...he had gotten better and was out with the other gotas. Thank God. Then, I noticed that the towels in teh basket weren't flat. I walked over and laid my hand on the lump there. It was solid. I pulled the towel away to find a peaceful little baby goat. He was curled up in his sleeping position, eyes closed, and cold. Ringo had died. The fact that he was still in the basket and in the house tells me that JJ too couldn't take the death of another baby. I assume he's in there sleeping, trying to chase away reality. Parents shouldn't have to bury their kids, and Ringo was most definitly one of their kids...one of their babies. So, I slipped on some shoes, walked out into the cold afternoon, and started digging. How deep do you dig the hole for someone you love? Ringo was my favorite of all the goats. Like Lil' Bit, I got attatched to him. When I got the shovel from the cellar, it hit me, I leaned against the wall for a moment and just let myself cry. Crying doesn't do any good, so I stopped. I dug the whole as deep as I could, went inside, wrapped Ringo in a towel and some trash bags, and went out and burried him. I've done this before, burried an animal that I loved. Numerous ducks, a few kittens, and now Ringo. At some point, you become numb to it all, I cried, but not for myself...not because I was sad, but because of how hard this will be on Mom and JJ...most of all JJ. He takes these things very hard, and Ringo was his baby...he treated Ringo like a baby...and even taught him a few tricks. I don't want to have to see him hurt again, I would just like to say for the record....God, this sucks, I don't know why we can't just have things go right for once....You know this is hard on them, and there is no point...yeah, this sucks, adn I'm angry at you for doiung this to them, again.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Arg!!!

I saw this chick in Wal-Mart like four days ago who looked like a pirate...she was wearing this peasant shirt with little red stripes on it, a sash thingy, goucho pants, and these boot things, but the topper was her hair that was in dreads and....and eye patch! It was awesome...I have never wished for a camera so bad as the night I saw the pirate lady...it was awesome...I spent a good ten minutes laughing about that, not to mention trying to resist the urge to run after her and go "ARG!!!! Ahoy matey!!! Swab the poop deck you scurvy scoundral!!!!"

Yay pirates!...well except thos Arab guys trying to take over cruise ships...they should be careful...some of those gay and sex cruises could be dangerous...whips, chains, anal lube...watch your bums there guys!!!

Random Tidbits from the week

This week was a good week. School went well, my grade in trig is finally starting to improve, I was able to take the end-of-course test in geometry so now I'll be able to graduate on time, and Erik (the cute guy in my sports medicine class) asked me out. Well, it's funny how these things happen. A few weeks ago, him asking me out would have been the highlight of my week, but now...it's merely a bit of an ego boost. Erik is a really cool guy, don't get me wrong...but he's not Joey. Every day I am impressed by him (Joey that is). He's the first guy that I have ever actually seen a future with...that is to say that I don't see any major glaring flaws in him or the way we interact. We get along amazingly well, and our personalities are shockingly similar. He also reminds me a great deal of Justin. I know, I'm gushing...but for the first time in my life...well since Grant...I am in a healthy relationship. He adores me, and already says that he is falling in love with me...and he says it with sincerity, not with that "hey if I say this I can get in your pants" kinda tone. So, I'm happy...yes, I still look at other guys and their relationship potential...not becuase I think they are better than Joey, but because I'm human. Granted, I am young, and I do have a lot of life left to live to be tied down to one person...I know...but if it aint broke, dont fix it...and I am happy, so why even consider looking elsewhere?

In other news, the guy who gave a speech in out trig class today looked shockingly like Brad Pitt. He was GORGOUSE!!! He was all muscly and tan...and then he had this great blonde hair and piercing blue eyes...OMG...amazing! Neways...it was a treat to learn about how they use math in making cash registers...mostly because it was hunky Brad doing the teaching...this is yet another reason why I believe that there is a God.

Tonight I go belly dancing with mom...that should be...interesting...I'll fill ya'll in when I get home...Love ya...Toodles!!!

Monday, November 14, 2005

Montag

Today is Monday...ugh...I'm not going to use any cliche' phrase that makes people want to smack me. I'm just sayin, it's Monday. The weekend was good. I went to Melissa's house this weekend and got to spend time with all my friends. I also got to see my boyfriend...lol...just wanted to say that. We had a really great weekend. Friday night we all hung out at Melissa's house...Joey, Melvin, Melissa, Ben, Alison, Amanda, Turbo, Bubba, Mandy, and some other random people were there. Mi called at some point and she and Lil Sara came to pick me up. We all went to Waffle House for awhile and then after about 30 minutes they took me back to the apartment. Saturday night I went to a concert at the Hard Rock with Mi, Kim, and Joey. It was 3 bands all in the same place. They were all pretty good, well except the last on that was called like American Devils...they were scary. In a couple weeks I'm going to another show that my friends are playing, so that will be fun. Joey, as usual, was adorable the whole weekend. He just kept telling me how beautiful I am and how great I am...it's nice for a change. Before I got out of the car on Sunday, he told me that it was "another week of missing you" to look forward to. It was cute. I like him...I like him alot.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

My Stab at Poetry

Your smile lights up the dark corners of my mind...
Chases away the shadows...
and brings warmth to my cold heart.

Whispers in the night
Words Bourne in shadows
Thoughts hung on moon beams
Hearts bound by star light

The words spill out
A broken soul weeps uncontrollably
They spill out in streams
An incoherent babbling brook of emotion and thought
Words...All they are is words
They fill up every corner of the room with
the noxious odor of fallacy
They whirl and twirl and make ill
They stick and hold
They spill out more and more
The pure with the tainted
The joyful with the sorrowful
The words...They heal the soul once shattered.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Nov 8

The weekend was good...I got to spend a lot of time with Joey. I didn't get to hang out with Mi like I had planned, which sucked, but other than that it was good. I already have plans for most of the weekend. Thursday I have belly dancing class with mom, Friday I am spending the afternoon with Alison, the night at Melissa's, Saturday with Joey, Saturday evenening at a concert at the Hard Rock with Joey and Kim, and then Saturday night at Kim's. Of course, Sunday is to be spent with the fam and doing my homework. It's nice to have stuff to do with people other than Melvin...granted, I love the man to death, but it is nice. In other news, apparntly i'm in trouble with Mi. I was supposed to call her Monday night, but forgot...well, she assumed that I just didn't care. She feels like I use her for entertainment and rides, and don't care about her as a friend. She yelled at me for a good ten minutes and then hung up. Normally, that is before she left, i would have called her right back and tried to patch things up, but not now. I am in no mood to deal with any sort of drama. I love Mi, but with her comes drama. Maybe it would be good for the two of us to spend some time apart. I just can't let myself worry so much about everyone else I guess. Now, for some good news. I talked to Joey last night. There has been some discussion about "what we are". J0ey keeps asking things like "so what are we?" and then says he doesn't really care, and it's up to me. Well, for some reason, my answer of "we're too dorks who get along pretty well." didn't satisfy him. So, I had to give him my reason for not trying to "quantify love"...and so on and so forth. Eventually I simply told him taht it was up to him top make a decision. I also informed him that being my boyfriend involved a lot more than just me...he'd have to come to family things, meet and talk to my parents, and just kinda be around in general...of course it would go both ways, but i still felt the need to warn the boy. Despite my best efforts, I can't seem to scare him away...he just keeps saying that there is "something special" about me. He's really great. So, last night, right before I got off the phone with him, he says "I have a surprise for you."..."What is it?"..."I want you to be my girlfriend."..."Oh? Why?"..."Because you're beautiful, smart, funny, and sweet."..."Oh, ok."..."So??"..."So what?"..."Yes or no?"..."Yes baby."..."Ok, just checkin." So, now I'm someone's girlfriend...some poor guy likes me enough to want me all to himself...so, we'll see how this goes. Ah, well off to class...damn this grin on my face...I can't act like I don't care.

Friday, November 04, 2005

Happy Friday!!!

Today is Friday...the begining of the weekend...and the end of a long week. The week was great, don't get me wrong, but it just seemed long. School is all kinds of stressful...and graduation is just around the corner. I'm finally begining to see that adulthood isn't as far away as I had once hoped...that it is right here...outside the door...all i have to do is open it up and...POW!!!! I'm an adult. To some extent I already am, but i have a lot of growing up to do...not that I'm immature, but some lessons only come from living. I'm amazed at how fast time goes by these days. It seems that just yesterday I was starting high school...a nervous kid, surrounded by other nervous kids. Now, I'm finishing scghool...and have college to look forward to. It;s amazing how much I have changed in just the last year. So many of my preconceptions about people and life have been shattered...and so many plans have been ruined, but all for the good. Every day I am surprised by life. All those plans i had made as a child...they have long since disappeared, but the plan God has set fourth for me is amazing. A year ago, I was angry and sad...I had no idea that my life could be good again, that I could be happy. Now my family is whole...we have a dad who loves us, a mom who has always been there for us, both boys are doing good, and I'm happy. Yeah, there are bumps along the day, and I'm trying to stretch my boundaries, but in general, things are good. I finally met a guy who seems like he's a genuinly nice guy. I've talked to Joey every night since I met him...for hours. i know this is just the begining phase, and these feelings can't last, but as of now, we both have the insaciable desire to get to know on another. We talk for hours and still hate to hang up the phone. I get to see him tonight, and I'm not nervous...not like when you're infatuated with someone and scared to see them...i'm excited, and every minute I get closer to him. I guess this is one of my major flaws in life. I care too much about too many people, and fall in love WAY too fast. It has gotten me hurt in the past, but i can't change it. UGH...it's only 4:00...I still have 3 hours before I even leave....damn clock. Theres a country song...I dont remember the name, but it talks about how this ghuy found a girl who he wasn't looking for. He talks about how he got lost in her deep green eyes, and how she wasn't at all what he was looking for, but that she was more. It's funny, because Joey really isn't what I've been "looking" for. He's not some big studly football player...he's just a regualr guy...and I like that. Mom has always told me never to settle...adn I asked her the other day..."Is it settling if he has no money, no car, no job, and no plans for college, but i like him, he treats me well, and he has a passion?" Mom just smiled and said "No baby." Now, I know that this isn't probably the man I will marry, and that things will probably fall apart in a matter of months, but what if I'm wrong? What if I went to that party and met the man of my dreams...now I know he's not perfect, but I'm not either. IDK...I guess I have too much time to think...but, I'm happy, so I guess for now that's all that matters. Have a good weekend everyone...XOXOXO "If you wanna hear God laugh, tell him your plans." - Van Zant

Thursday, November 03, 2005

It's finally Thursday!!! This week has been really long...seeming to take FOREVER! I did get to watch Napoleon Dynamite on Monday nite..so that makes it a good week. Joey is the guy I met at Saturday's party. He's really nice. He actually calls too...unlike some of my more recent male friends...idk...whatever they were. I have an immense amount of chocolate that I was given (yeah...he really just gave it to me... there were no threats involved) from Jake...or bojangles as he likes to be called. So now, every night around 8, when Joey calls, I have chocolate and a guy who calls....can life get any better?? Yes it can...not sure how, but it has to be possible. Nehoo...Jacob got a screen name yesterday and was chatting with me from one room away last night while I was on the phone with Joey. Jake sent me an email with his new account. I showed him how to type in someone's address, and then how to send it. Then Jake told me I had to leave or I'd ruin it. So I went back to my room and continued to talk poor Joey's ear off. Then, I got Jake's e-mail...you know what the little bugger said in his email?? "What color are your underwear?" After getting over the shock of the incestual implications made by this question, I realiazed that Jacob was actaully funny for a change. He ALWAYS tries to be funny, but at this moment in time he had succeeded. So, I did what any sister would do...grabbed the stuffed monkey from the hall that Bob had been playing with...stormed in to the computer room, where I found Jake rolling on the floor with laughter...that was oddly echoed on the phone by Joey...and proceded to throw the monkey at Jake. This only made him giggle more...which may have been caused by the fact that the monkey made a loud "EEEKKKKKEKKEKE" sound when it hit Jake. As Joey continued to giggle and say "That was awesome.", I went back to my room. Jake continued to IM me for another 10 minutes...asking questions about if Joey was nice, if Joey looked like a dweeb emoticon on yahoo, and then proceded to call me a poopy head. That kid cracks me up. So that was about the extent of my night. Hopefully tonight I'll get to go out, maybe even see Joey. ACK...I hate being at school...it sucks...and someone somewhere has food that smells really yummy, and I'm hungry.....Yea, and I hate word verification...it's never an actual word...and it makes me feel stupid when I fail word verification.
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