Dear world...

Dear world of bloggers/people who read blogger.
I'm happy. Very happy.
My very good friend from school, Layne, came and visited me this weekend. And she is still here. In fact, she's sitting next to me. She says hello.
This makes me grateful for the friends I've made at school. The people who have similar values as me. Same educational goals. Same desires. It makes me so happy. I'm so blessed to go to my school and to know these amazing people.

Bored in Bio....Stolen from Helen

Outside my window...

My siblings are trying ride my dog...and failing...

I am thankful for...

Casey Furman

In the Kitchen...

it smells mucho gross.

I am wearing...
Sweats. Duhhh.

I am creating...
Dust. :P

I am going...
to do my laundry...*sigh*

I am wondering...
if that cute guy who showed up at acupuncture will be there tonight...

I am looking forward to...
Greenman's farewell.

I am hearing...
Whistling and "AARON!!! AARON!! YOU GET TO PLAY WII!!"

Around the house...
is a disaster.

I am pondering...
whether to cave in...

One of my favorite things...
best friends.

A few plans for the week...
No homework, and partying with Layne. :)

Sur-prise

I've been having a pre-Christmas crisis.
See, I only have one present planned out, as I think I mentioned in my last post....i don't remember tho...well, anyway. That present is Helen's. *giggle* It's the best present ever. Some of it I already have, some I have to order, some I have to go to Walmart to get certain elements...*giggle* Giving gifts makes me giddy. So thinking about her spicily fierce present makes me happy. :)
And then there are those other people who I don't know as well as Helen. And most of them....I have no clue what to get them. I have *counts on fingers* 9 presents to shop for, not including Helens. I've figured out a few peoples presents...so that's...7 more to figure out...
Every suggestion I've gotten, it's been something like: "Write them a letter!" Uh, no. "Give them a call. People love talking to you." Yeah right. "Get them something they'll use all the time! Like a pocket knife!" .....someone help me, please.
I don't like giving generic gifts. I like them to be personalized to the individual. Something to do with a joke. Like, for my friend Tori's birthday, I wrote inside jokes all over a card, and filled the envelope with rose petals, because it was funny to US. Like Helen's present....*giggle* I am soooo tempted to spill a few details about her present, but I know she's going to read this in like, five minutes, so I refrain. But it may just be the best present she's ever received.
To give you an idea of what I give...for one of my friends, I'm getting him a big and boring text book....and then i'm cutting a hole in the pages and stashing it with candy. For another friend, I'm buying her a purple cape and i'm also sending a twig and a leaf. Why? Cuz it's funny to US.

I am so desperate, that I might just google creative gifts...:P

Christmas!! Early...

My love language is gift. Don't know what that is? Please google it, I don't want to explain. :)
This basically means, that the way I feel loved the most is when people give me gifts, and in return, I love giving gifts.
Christmas is just around the corner. So, I've been planning presents...Helen's present is so epic, it would make grown men cry. ;)
But see...then there's the guys...and...boys suck at receiving presents.
Me: What do you want for Christmas?
Boy 1: Nothing.
Me: Come on. Anything.
Boy 1: A conversation with you, face to face.

Me: What do you want for Christmas?
Boy 2: A letter.
Me: Okayy...anything to go with the letter?
Boy 2:...a hug?

Me: What do I get guys for Christmas?
Boy 3: Uh...how bout a pocket knife?

*faceplam*

This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought...I would go visit them all for Christmas, but...I can't. And usually if I need a quick present, I buy people socks. But...that doesn't work too well with a bunch of guys, eh? *sigh* Suggestions? No? I didn't think so...
Maybe I'll google it...

I don't even know anymore...

I don't know what it is about being rejected and replaced, but part of it gets easier every time.
And part of it gets harder.

I've been facing a lot  of rejection  in my life recently. I've been dealing  with it non-stop since I was young. It's part of life. Everyone feels it. I've had a good life. I've been blessed with a great family, and most of the time, great friends. But...I've been...scarred?

When I was...almost 8, there was this girl named Stephanie Shelley. And she beat me up, verbally and physically, whenever she got the chance. Which wasn't often, thank goodness.
When I was 12, my best friend stabbed me in the back(noooot literally) and I had trouble coping. I had NO friends for two years.
I have 6 sisters....nuff said.
I know I have it easy. But...I've been hurt...

Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions...maybe I'm overreacting...
My sister is betraying me. She's rejecting me. Excluding me. The girl I thought was my best friend...
And Jacob? Let's not even go there.
I'm clinging onto Helen. I can't let her go. I just can't. And, maybe I get jealous  too easily. Maybe that's my problem. Maybe I just need to slap my hand and say, "Aurora. Suck it up and pretend nothing's wrong." But I'm tired of crying myself to sleep. I'm tired of feeling friendless and left out. I'm tired of spending my time reading school books, watching psych, and eating Nutella by the spoonfull....

Shoot me? Any takers?

I'm *supposed* to be studying for a biology test right now. But I'm not. And no, it doesn't *exactly* matter that I'm taking the test in 18 minutes, and I'm not prepared. Whatever. I'll just mutter the answers under my breath so I can *hopefully* pass this test...

*muttering: Order, Growth and Development, Reproduction, Energy Utilization...*

I applied for College a few days ago.
Uh....I honestly don't remember if I've posted about college before...but either way...I'm going next year. And I'm in the process of applying, cuz I have to get letters of recommendation and have meetings with people and all of that...awesomeness...and let me tell you. It's really stressful. I'm only a junior, but I have senioritis BAD. I just wanna move away. Away from my siblings, away from my lack of friends here, away from the stupid boys here, away from it all. The only thing I'll miss besides my parents is the sky. Well...and the warmth. Because I'm moving to IDAHO. Where it is COLD. But anyway.

I've wanted to give up. And throw in the towel and just be like "laterr life! Suck it!" And kinda just walk away from school and life and become a hermit that sleeps most of the time. And when I'm not sleeping, I'd be watching psych and stuffing my face with jalapeno cheddar cheetos and nutella. And maybe ice cream and tapioca pudding. And the occasional fruit, but only because I REALLY like fruit.

So what I guess I've building up to is...yesterday sucked. Sucked like a bad kisser with onion breath and chapped lips. It was bad. And the thing is, it was supposed to be a GREAT DAY. I had been thinking about it the day before(which was kinda an average day) and I was excited for yesterday.

I was *mostly* prepared for my two classes yesterday, although the first one REALLY dragged on. Like...annoyingly so. Not that I don't love that teacher. He's my favorite this year. But...I hate that class. After my class, I ran around the house trying to find a pencil skirt, and then trying to find a blouse that would go with said skirt. Why? Because *I* had a job interview. See the thing is...I really needed that job. Like a LOT.I'm trying to pay for college in a year and I have to make roughly $1000 a month, if not more, if I expect to pay for it. I'm two months into this saving thing, and I've saved maybe $100? Yeah. Screw this. So I FINALLY had found a job and I was excited to finally have an extra income. I get there for the interview and I waited for 40. freaking. minutes. until the lady came out for the interview. The interview lasted about 10 minutes. She was kinda harsh, kinda cold, kinda mean. I didn't like her. And I was very clear that I can't work on Sundays. EVER. It's a religious thing for me. I know a lot of people just think it's a weekend, but it's the Lord's Sabbath and I refuse to work. She said I would only have to work three sundays out of the year: Easter, Fathers' Day, and Mothers' Day. She said, and quote, "If you can't work those days, I can't work with you and you better find a job else where."
I struggled not to cry as I left, simply because she had been so mean. But whatever, right? The Lord blesses people who obey.
Then stuff blew up last night with friends and my sister which I have neither the time or energy to relate.

It's time for the flippin test. Wish me luck...