Weddings

My aunts getting married this weekend, so I won't be here tomorrow.
I'm really disappointed she picked THIS weekend, because everything seems to be happening while I'll be gome. Tomorrow, I would have had a relaxed day in French, where the teacher would feed us. I would have gotten to go to this awesome place with tons of huge trampolines in the evening with my youth group. On Saturday, I would have gotten to go to the beach with my friends. I wish my aunt could have just gotten married once. She met this guy in Africa, where she worked with the Peace Corps. They got married there. Now they're getting married again, in the US so all of us American relatives can come.

PMS sucks.

I hate this.
I hate this jealousy.
I hate that I can't just be happy he's happy.
I hate that I over-think his distractions.
I hate that I can't just be glad when his face lights up.
I hate my guilt.
I hate my "solutions."
I hate my fickle heart.
I hate my lack of control.

Don't mind me, I'm just PMSing.

Holy shit, this is amazing! i can txt to this number and it posts on my blog! im going to have so many blogs! except theyll have to be 160 characters or less...

Lets see if this works.
~Alyssa~

BLeh

It's hot. My mom's making me blog before I can do anything. I have tape and it used to have smiley faces. Burt says it's amazing. Does this count as a blog yet? I found a hello panda container thing. Hello Panda is (are?) really yummy.

Done!

Writing all these posts at once is a big pain.. I think I'm going to start just blogging every day, that would be easier.. I saw something on my home page about setting up mobile posting, so just before I go to bed, I can like do a short post, and then I won't have these lovely experiences. Plus, I might get extra credit. Although I doubt that. Anyway, this is my 6th blog, so bye!

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For the first half of my break, I was down near LA, visiting some old friends. I really have fun with them, but this trip sort of showed that our actual friendship, without other stimulus like being at the beach, or skiing, or any of that isn't really that strong. We mostly watched TV (I saw so many episodes of House and Family Guy!) and sometimes went swimming. It wasn't like I didn't have fun, just not as much as we had when we were 8.
We made some really stupid videos, and for one we made a dummy. That dummy was awesome! It was some of the boys' clothes, stuffed with stuffed animals. It was really lumpy, and it's top half kept falling off. We just laid it on the couch, and me and Rachel would always use it as a pillow when we watched TV. It was really comfortable, actually.

Zomg Watchmens

Over the break, Burt lent me his copy of watchmen (the book-i mean, graphic novel) and I read it straight through in one day. It took me like 4 or 5 hours only. *smug*
Now this may have had to do with the fact that I was in a car, driving for 7 hours but still.. For me to have that kind of attention span, you know it has to be good. And it was soo good. I loved the part where Dr. Manhattan's on Mars. I love the part where Walter is talking aobut how he became Rorscach. I love the part where Rorschach's psychologist becomes like depressed, because of Rorschach. I love the parts where it's the real-life story, intertwined with that one comic book the kid's reading. (Tales of the Black Freighter? *goes and checks* It doesn't say, but I think that's right...)
Anyway, now I really, really want to see the movie. But my parents will be all "Noo it's rated R!" And from what I've read/heard it sounds like it did earn it's R-rating so there's no hope of me seeing it, at least until it comes out on dvd and I can maybe watch it at a friend's house.

owce cweam sandawich

I always eat things oddly. Like, just now I was eating an ice cream sandwich and I have to like peel off the chocolate sandwich part and eat the ice cream seperate. I do that with reeses peanut butter cups too. And my mom gets so mad at me. I have no idea why. It's not like I'm 5 and she'll need to clean up whatever mess I make, I'll do it. And I'm usually eating in the kitchen, so the floor is like fake plastic tile that I can easily wipe off, not carpet. And it's not like she should be upset because I'm not eating politely, I CAN eat politely, it's just no fun.

Wow this was the most dispassionate (vocab!), stupidest rant I have ever made. And I subjected you to it. You're welcome.

Summer

I can't wait until it's finally summer! Our summer vacation needs to be a lot longer. I'm going to be out of town for all of it, except just 4 weeks! And there's nothing that I want to like give up to have more time at home. The thing I'm most excited about is probably going to Mt. Cross. It's this camp (yes, a church camp) in the Santa Cruz mountains. I go every year, but this year I'm going for three weeks, not just one. I'm going to be a junior counselor and work with the kids and all that funness. I'll be there for almost the entire time they do the summer camp, so I'm kinda wary about that, because at Mt. Cross is where I met my ex-boyfriend. But I'll only be working with kids in elementary school, so I shouldn't have to really interact with him, even if he comes. Plus it's been over a year, so it shouldn't be too awkward to like see him occasionally, say hi, make small talk. And I think I'm way over-thinking this. I'm gonna go now.

braces and nose hair

I can't think of a thing to write about. Well, I can think of things to write about, but those belong on an IM to my best friend, not here, not in the open like this. Hmm... I think I'll write about my ortho appointment.
I'm all excited because my orthodontist said I could probably get my braces off in 3 or 4 months, at the most! *and there was much rejoicing*
This, of course, was followed by a finger-wag and a "If you wear your rubber bands like you're supposed to. And keep up with that brushing."
I'm not sure why he keeps talking about my brushing. I have no trouble brushing. I just hate flossing. So I don't do it. And then he gets upset. Well, more, he seems like disappointed. But it's hard to take seriously a man whose nose hair I see more than his actual face. It's just so.. there. It like commands my attention.