Children Scream, Or So It Seems, Louder Than Before.

Reasons To Get This Blog:
-Privacy. The blog that Bianka made me is just so beautiful and I love it to tears. I really did cry; it was wonderful! However, it's just not working out as well as I planned, and it's really difficult to update...And everyone knows I have it. My LiveJournal is great, and I do believe that I will continue to update that, but it's too...open. Therefore, I decided to get this blog for privacy. It's become more and more important to me each day to be alone and keep my secrets.
-Time for a change. I feel that I've had my LiveJournal long enough now, and it's time to move on. I don't need to remember the emotions I had at that time. I don't need it at all.
-Coolness. Blogspot is just way cooler that LiveJournal. Simply put. It had more stuff on it (as I saw on Bianka's) and stuff I can add on...and stuff.

It took me an hour trying to figure out all those names that I should use for this and that and whatnot. I don't even remember what I used for all of it, nor am I absolutely certain that I'm going to be happy with the selections I made. Oh well, no point in dwelling on it now. And I suppose that I can always go back and make the necessary changes if needed. Otherwise, I believe I'll cope.

It is just a little disappointing that no one will read this. A little sad. Lonely. Really lonely. Well, I know for certain I'll tell Bianka. I know hope she'll want to read this...Perhaps I'll tell Andy, too. He doesn't really care, or so it seems, anyways. But yet, somehow, he does? He's confusing. I'm confusing. We're all confusing. Or so it seems. Maybe Emily. I don't know about Michelle. Or Liz. Ok, now I'm kind of defeating the whole privacy thing. I guess maybe I should make a test, and whoever passes it gets to read this. Ha! I make it sound like a priveledge. Ok, whoever passes it will be begged by me to read it until they get so annoyed that they just pretend to read it and skim it and lie to me and say that they did read it. Right.

Hmm. The browns on the update page make me crave for a Frappuccino. Which reminds me of Eric's and mine first inside joke. We were in my mom's car, and we both saw Starbuck's. We both said "Frappuccinos" (sp??) at the same time, slowing down on the last syllable as we noticed that we both had said the exact same thing at the exact same time. It was nice, but I think I'm ready to give those memories a good kick in the you-know-where. Or a purse in the you-know-what, which reminds me of another thing with Eric. He was standing behind me, and I was swinging my purse...and, well, you guessed it. He was on the ground howling and I couldn't help but laugh through my pitiful attempts of sympathy. People stared and pointed and laughed along with me. Eric was mad at me. Even madder when he found out that I had told people what had happened. I couldn't help it; it was just so funny!

I still want that Frappuccino though.

Which makes we want to go to Barnes & Nobles, which is impossible at the moment, seeing as I'm only 14 years old (but not for much longer now; August 22nd!) and I don't have a car. Even if I had a car, I couldn't drive it. Not legally, anyway.

In case you haven't noticed, I have nothing to say. I just have much too much time on my hands. I need another good book to dive into, but my neck aches like Hell from yesterday's all day mission of reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. It's a very good book. Not as action-filled as the others, but it clears up the "big question" and is really tragic and emotionally driven (in other words, angsty). Don't get me wrong; this isn't the first time I read the book. I just hadn't read it in about exactly one year, so I hadn't remembered anything except that Sirius died. Coincidentally, yet tragically, my big black dog named Sirius was shot by my father's next door neighbor's 13 year old (at the time) son. I have the terrified feeling that perhaps one day, that dog might be avenged.

I guess I should read A Tale of Two Cities. But it's just so dull. Charles Dickens is too descriptive. I don't care about the scenery, dude. At least stick some dialogue in there every five pages or so. I don't particularly give a damn whether it's the best of times or if it was the worst of times! (I can't seem to get my point across without saying "goddamn" or "fucking" anymore...a price to pay to try my hardest to sound somewhat intelligent. At least I refrain from it in front of Dr. Lynch, unlike Ms. Kinsey. She's intolerable, that one. But, surprisingly, I cope with her well, and get along with her at times...which is besides the whole point of Charles Dickens, but...oh, shut up.)

I really would like to see a movie today. I think I should blow off that $20 that that nice Romanian lady gave to me at Daddy's Fourth of July party. Well, not all of it, but some. I need to catch up on my movies, seeing as I was gone all June.

Oh goody! Emily and I are planning to see a movie right now! What I most want to see is Two Brothers but I doubt she wants to see it.

I'm talking to Eric. We're talking about...the weather. And....books. Well, it's a start, I suppose. It sure as hell is better and a lot more...comfortable than our last conversation which I don't plan on reliving.

Ok, thanks Eric. Make me talk to....her, who made a surprise visit to your doorstep during our convo. You interrupt it, and answer the door. Then, you're gleeful that she's there. You go make food and expect me to talk to her.

"he said your name in his sleep once, when he was at my house trying to go for a record of staying awake and he fell asleep on my couch."

She said that that was the only time she really heard my name.

I'm unusually cheerful this morning. : ) See example below:
queuecaribou: oO
queuecaribou: I'm sleepy
GottaLuvTheFUZZY: OO! OO! Can I be Doc?! No wait, I want to be Sneezy! And Michelle would make the perfect Dopey!
queuecaribou: hahahahahaha

I'm in such a better mood. All I really needed was some human contact, I assume.

I'm planning on going to the movies with Han tomorrow, too. Keru can't make it; she's on a holiday. I hope Amy can make it, though we should ask her. And I suppose I should ask my mother, as well...

Ok, uncertain plan for the week:
Wednesday - movies with Emily, going to see The Terminal
Thursday - movies with Han, maybe Amy, going to see Shrek 2
Sometime later this week - maybe maybe maybe movies with Bianka, going to see White Chicks, she said she wanted to see it when we were at the mall, though I was rude and interrupted, but I remember now.

GottaLuvTheFUZZY: ok, if you need me, my number is Jessica and ask for 678 797 1797!