To-Do: Make a List.

8 Jul

I’m a list maker. When I find myself without a list, I almost feel lost. I like to know what I need to do, to bring, or just the plan for the day. I don’t know what this means, but I just feel so much more organized with lists.

I don’t, however, like making lists on the computer of on my phone. I like hard copy, handwritten lists. There’s something about the feeling of being able to cross something off of the list once I get it done or pack it in my bag. I just love it.

So, now, I ask you. Do you like making lists or do you just remember everything? Do you like them on the computer or on paper? Am I weird because I can barely function without a list?


The Pet Steve’s and Peeves.

8 Jul

Pet Steve’s are the opposite of a pet peeve, if you didn’t know.  Today, I will list two of each.

I enjoy late night phone calls. I don’t care who they are with, but I love being on the phone with someone until all hours of the night. Something about the fact that you could get in trouble for being on the phone so late, or that I’m exhausted so I’m not making a ton of sense, or just that I’m talking to my best friend really floats my boat.

2. I also enjoy hot hot hot weather! Today in Seattle it’s about 90 degrees. I LOVE it! I would like to go outside and just lay down and fall asleep out there!  Next week I will be off to Arizona where it gets up to 120 degrees. I am very excited. As someone who is always cold, I really dig the hot weather.  I probably should not live in Seattle where it rains so much.  However, I’m not yet 18, so I can’t just move away.

I cannot stand people who use bad grammar. It’s not that difficult to learn, so why not just figure it out? TextSpeak irritates the living daylights out of me. I recently had someone text me “hey wuts up?” So I tried to be subtle and texted back “Not much! What’s up with you?” It didn’t work. Seriously, though, is it that hard to type the one extra letter in what’s? It drives me nuts. Oh, and I’m not talking about people who make the occasional typo. I get that. However, “wuts” is deliberate and constant.

2. I do not like people who smack  their lips while eating. I think that it is not that difficult to chew with your mouth closed.  I understand if you cannot breathe through your nose, so you occasionally chew with your mouth open, but when you constantly are smack, smack, smacking your lips! It kills me! If I’m around you, know you at least a little bit, and if you are smacking your lips, chances are I will yell at you. Just ask my friend’s little brother! It was dead silent in the car and he was smacking away, and I just turned around and yelled “GOOD LORD MICHAEL COULD YOU CHEW WITH YOUR MOUTH CLOSED FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!?” It worked. He chewed with his mouth closed for the rest of the meal.

Dizzy on the Rooftops

6 Jul

I recently figured out a way to get onto the roof at my dad’s house. It’s amazingly simple. I just have to pop the screen out of the window, and out I can climb. Now, if my dad ever found this out, I’d basically be dead. He would get so mad. I don’t know why. BUt he doesn’t even know I have a blog, so I don’t think it’ll be a big problem.

Anyway, as I was sitting on the roof, I realized how peaceful it is. I realized that sometimes I like being alone just to read or make a friendship bracelet. I dig it. I never thought that would be me. I like being around people, I love chaos, loudness, and talking. I guess sometimes I just like a change of pace. I like being isolated. Just to be able to chill out and think. I guess I could do that in the backyard, too, but there’s just something so fun about being on a roof. I feel like it’s something you would see in an  80’s movie.

I should live in an 80’s movie, but that’s a story for a different time.

What Has My Life Come To?

5 Jul

I have been asking myself thIs question quite frequently. My life, this Summer, has turned into having a crush on fourteen-year old boys, reading trashy romance novels, watching Jerry Springer, and going on myspace like a twelve-year old. So, my life has turned into a hot mess, basically. I went from AP classes, theatre, and singing Jazz music to this.

But when I asked myself this last time I logged into myspace, I realized that I’m having more fun with my life then I had at all during the school year. I LIKE being partially stereotypical and partially pathetic. I think it’s fun. I’m listening to pop music and rap music and I’m not having to hide it.

So, what has my life come to? It’s gone past the point of no return. It’s gotten to the point of me not caring what anyone else thinks. And let me tell you what, it’s liberating.

I Had a Rough Week.

8 Apr

So, this week, as I’m sure you know, one of my friends went missing. And she was gone for about 36 hours. And I, along with the rest of my friends, was terrified. I slept an hour the night she went missing, and 3 the next night. Her phone was found in the bushes by some boys who decided that it would be a good idea to text some of us on it. Her car was found abandoned. Her dad hadn’t seen her all day, and neither had anyone else. They filed a missing persons report, we had all spoken to the school cop, and Seth and I had spoken to the actual police department. Then they found her! She was in a closet within a closet in the guest room that used to be her bedroom and where she would go to read sometimes. So, you’d think, that after they found her, everything would be okay. She could just explain what happened and everything would be fine and dandy. Well, not fine and dandy, but better, at least. But no. She’s stuck three years in the past. She thinks she’s 15 and she doesn’t remember anyone that she’s met since Summer after Freshman year. She’s a senior. I met her this year. She does, however, recognize one boy who she met this year. She doesn’t know why, but she recognizes him and remembers one of their inside jokes. She doesn’t remember me at all. My friend Josh told me this in math class. The conversation went like this:

Josh: She doesn’t remember you. You came up in the conversation – I don’t know why-

Me: Eh. It happens a lot. Apparently I’m fun to talk about.

Josh: Yeah, you kinda are. Anyway, so you came up, and she said “Susannah? I don’t recognize that name at all.”

That was it for me. She doesn’t recognize me, but of course the one boy she DOES recognize is the one person in the drama department who I’ve had issues with ALL YEAR. She doesn’t recognize her best friend or her boyfriend, either, so I guess I shouldn’t feel that bad, but I think it’s just cause it’s that certain boy. And poor Josh. He tells me this and I start crying in the middle of math class.

This whole situation also raises so many questions that I would like to know the answers to.

Where was she all this time? Especially overnight.

Why was her phone in the bushes?

Why was her car abandoned?

Will she ever remember me? What if she doesn’t? (And DON’T say that we’ll make new memories.)

Why is it him that she remembers?

Oh the Drama.

7 Feb

So remember when I said that I figured out who like 3 or 4 people have a crush on? So I’m not gonna use names in case someone who actually goes to my school reads this (which I kinda hope they won’t). Okay.
Couple 1:
I found out that he likes her about 94324  years ago. Well, I guessed, and my suspicions were confirmed that friday. I had known that she likes him because me and her are like best friends, so. . . yeah. Anyway, so Tolo is coming up, and she’s thinking about asking him. Now, we all think that this is a great idea because if they ended up going out, they would both be ridiculously happy. At least that’s what we think (And when I say we, I mean my friend TH and I). So, then we’re all (Me, him, her, and Amanda) sitting around rehearsal one day, and he says “Well, I don’t really do Tolo. I’d only do Prom and Homecoming.” So then, she gets this look on her face, and it was so sad for me . Anyway, apparently later, in the car, with TH he, I guess, doesn’t know if he likes her anymore because they’ve never really hung out one-on-one and they never talk about anything deep. What?! It sounds to me like someone is scared of commitment.

Couple 2:
Need to get together. Although a lot of times like I’ll be standing with them and it’s like me, him, and her, and I feel really awkward. Like I just don’t understand why they don’t get together. He likes her, and she likes him, and they both know it, so it seems like the next logical step. Maybe it’s because she just got out of a sticky relationship situation. Maybe it’s because I can’t picture him in a relationship. With anyone.  Which sounds harsh, but I just can’t.

How’s my couple life going? Well, other than the fact that I’m not huge into high school relationships, and I don’t need a boy to “complete me” as one of my friends said yesterday (which is a button pusher for me, so he kinda got his head torn off). It kinda sucks. I have a crush on a boy who we (TH and I) think is probably emotionally stunted. We’ve only ever known him to like 1 girl, and then she kinda crushed him, so I mean, I don’t know. I do wish that for once, the boy I like would like me back, just so I could know that he does. I don’t wanna date him or anything, well, maybe I do, but not really. Anyway, so that’s it for today.

Lost of ❤

Christmas Dinner

27 Dec

This morning, I woke up at 6, glazed the ham, even touched the pineapples (ick!)  to put on the top, and then stuck it in the roaster pan. It was way less difficult than I thought it was going to be.  Then I went back to bed for 2 more hours. When I woke up again at 9, I got right to work on the green bean casserole. Now, this is not just any nasty mushroom soup casserole, cause those things are gross. This one is like sour cream and cheesy goodness. I also made cornbread muffins, and they stuck at the bottom of the tin and I almost had a meltdown, but I managed not to haha. I also managed to burn myself non the boiling water when I boiled the potatoes, which was. . . Nice. Then the ham was ready. My mom carved up the ham and it was delish! I feel super dooper accomplished.