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I don't know, Ethan. Maybe you'll NEVER use the computer. (Me telling Ethan that I am a computer hog.)

Hi there! I haven't blogged in...umm...three to four months? Who cares. I got the Inconsistent Blogger Award like, ages ago. Been there, done that.

It's 8:30 and I have no homework. Well, I could redo some math assignments I completely messed up, but you know. I don't want to. So I'm typing typing typing typing typing! Yay!

I have nothing to even talk about. Besides Finn. I love him now. (Or it's puppy love. Whatever.) He is the most perfect boy I ever did see. Except he's gay...score 1 for gays, I guess. Darn it, I doubt he'd like me if he was straight anyway. He's got this smile that makes my head burst with adorableness. And GLASSES! He has glasses. I love glasses. And he's blonde and he wears the most adorable button-up shirts. And he's smart (is that because of the glasses?).

I am a boring person. (Or so Ethan tells me. I think he hates me. But I love him anyway, because who couldn't love such an awesome brother?)

I got 30/30 on my Direct Writing Assessment. That's the highest you can get. I was the only one in my class to get it. My English teacher gave me a high-five and when I got to my seat, the girl next to me asked what I got. I said 25. I don't like to make people feel small. (21-24 was an average score so at least I wasn't completely lying and saying I was a typical student, but you know. I hate being the center of attention in a negative way, as in being a subject of jealousy.)

Leigha and Barrett got lost today. Mom and I came home from some appointments and they were gone.

"Where are Leigha and Barrett?" Mom asked Ethan.

"She said she was taking him outside."

"Where outside?"

"I dunno."

So we had to look for my little booger siblings. I walked all around without a jacket (which was stupid) but they weren't anywhere near the apartment complexes. I went inside and got my jacket, then went to look for them some more. They were still as gone as gone can be.

"I thought I heard them over there," Ethan said, motioning vaguely across the street.

I walked over there and went behind the apartments. They were playing in the sand on the playground with our neighbors. I called Mom (who had left) to tell her I found them. I took them home. And nothing else notable has occurred on this fine evening. Good night, sirs and ma'ams.

jealous

I hate those times when I feel like I can't do anything. I get jealous of myself--my old self, really; the one who did everything. But I stopped, and now I can't do anything, all I do is pretend I can draw. And I miss when I was so strong and determined; what happened to me? Now I'm lazy and boring. What happened?

I don't feel well.

i want to jump off teh roofs

Christmas was as awkward as I thought it would be. But after the eating of tacos was done, I got to play with electronic trains and cars with my soon-to-be stepbrothers and Ethan, Leigha and Barrett. Somehow all of the children ages five to seventeen were greatly amused by my grandparent's collection of toys for an hour or so, especially the car tracks. We made a game in which all of the cars had to team up together to knock the only train off the tracks. I happened to be controlling the train.

Right now I'm at my almost gramma's house, and I'm sitting in the living room. I'm typing on the computer. Darren is talking on the phone. Mom is reading Mockingjay (which I finished awhile back and it was magnificent). My almost relatives are sitting on the couch across the room. April is reading children's books to herself. I think she's older than I am. My almost stepbrother is making a website. My almost step-aunt is sitting in a chair.

The scene is very animated despite the image that must have been conjured in your head. My almost cousin is talking with my almost stepbrother as he makes his website and people get up to move every few moments.

I came alone, just with Mom and Darren. Ethan, Leigha and Barrett are at my dad's house in Rexburg "helping" him pack--Ethan is probably playing Fable on Xbox, Leigha is most likely playing Animal Crossing on GameCube, Barrett is sitting alone somewhere happily and contentedly moving his toy cars along the floor, Dad is doing whatever he needs to do.

Ethan's birthday was yesterday. I chose Fable III for his present. Dad was a little worried about buying it and thought my mom wouldn't approve. But I told him it'd be fine. Ethan's not easily influenced by things as trivial as video games. Apparently Ethan told Mom he was given a CD for his birthday to cover up the fact that he got a violent game, but I exposed the truth pretty quickly.

Mom was asking me what we did for his birthday and said, "So all he got for his birthday was that CD?" and I said, "A CD? No, we got him Fable Three." then she said, "Oh, is that right?" and I laughed.

"They were probably afraid to tell you. Tavis has it, though." (And I thought that my almost stepbrother having the game justified Ethan's ownership of Fable III, so I hadn't worried about Mom being mad.)

"I know Tavis has it."

So, I really hope she doesn't get upset...I was actually the one to choose the game in the first place, so all the blame rests on me if she deems it inappropriate for a thirteen-year-old.

I want to read Hunger Games again. I'm jealous of the people that don't know what's going to happen. I want to be all excited by it again and reread parts over and over because I love it so much! Ahh. I hate finishing a good book series.

And when Ethan was here he and Tylan and Michael and Tanner were jumping off the roof. I'm jealous.

merry christmas (eve)!

I don't think I can blog tomorrow because we're going to Idaho. It's going to be an awfully long, awfully tedious drive. I can't handle long drives well. Especially when people are saying, "ARE WE THERE YET ARE WE THERE YET ARE WE THERE YET?!" I hate that.

And then I'll have to see my family and go through the usual interrogations..."How are you?" Pretty aggravated, actually. "How has your time been in your new home?" I like it because I don't have to worry about what you guys think all the time. "Do you like school?" Oh yes. I do love taking naps in class. "Do you have any new friends?" No. "Well, we sure did miss you." I--cough--missed you--cough--too.

Yeah...

But I'm not that negative. Really. It'll be good to see them again...I guess...I mean, I should be happy, right? I suppose I'm just an ungrateful jerkish person. Well, we'll get to sing carols and eat and stuff. It's just the...talking part I don't really like.

But then I'll go see my OTHER family, which is a whole different story. They're really relaxed, nice people. They don't brag to each other, you know, like "So-and-so had a recital and she was the star!" They're all just happy to see each other and they play games and eat. And I like the talking there. We talk about whatever we want to instead of how we're enjoying school.

But what I really like about Christmas is the non-extended-family part. With just my siblings and me and Mom or Dad. It's better because we're not worrying about everyone else. And even if we argue it's resolved because since we have to live together we've grown accustomed to solving things pretty quickly.

Hopefully we can all just get along and enjoy the spirit of Christmas and Jesus' birth...RIGHT!?

projectile motion, WOOT

Okay, okay, okay! So what I have to do is a science project on trajectory and projectile motion, and I found out I have to do it over Christmas break--which I CAN'T, because I need the school's basketball court, and I don't know if my family has a basketball hoop. What am I going to DO? EEEK! I'm terrified. :/