I guess I wasn't determined to keep this thing from rotting.

Happy Holidays!

I never realized that I sucked so bad at making coffee.

Personally, I have never used a coffee machine before. I always use the instant "just add water" types. So this afternoon, I had a coffee itch. No one's home and I see the coffee machine just sitting there by it's lonesome self. There was a pot of old coffee from who knows when sitting there. I thought to myself "Poor thing- it's got old coffee in it. I'll make a new pot! how hard can it be?"

Apparenly very hard for someone like me.

Since I never made fresh brewed coffee before, I just sorta guessed where to put everything- that was the easy part. So, I take my coffee filter and fill it with about... 3 tablespoons of ground coffee. I put it in the little holder. Then, I just 'eyeball' my water. I pressed start and a few minutes later, I smell burning. No. I did NOT set my coffee pot on fire. I guess my machine sucks so the coffee doesnt really go into the hole on the pot cap. So, it just started hitting the heating surface. No biggie. I clean it up and tilt the pot a little. All the liquid is going in.

The color of the coffee is a little light, so I figure "hey, just add a little more ground beans". So I do. After about 5 minutes of brewing, I stop the machine and pour out some coffee to enjoy. Ahh... I suck. The coffee is terrible and too watery. I open up the area where the coffee filter is placed and BAM. Half the water is still in there and it's just a complete mess. Ok. I accept the fact that it was my first time. I sucked. Ok. So I clean it up and boil some water for INSTANT coffee.

Instant coffee is good. I add some sugar and soy milk. Wow. Something was different with my soy milk and the soy milk from Starbucks. It resembled Miso Soup for those of you whose seen/tried it. It sorta looks like something is growing, and moving. Weird- I know. So with that, I conclude that:

A) I SUCK.
B) I cannot live without coffee shops.

So, I just end up making tea. Good ol tea.

Good Day to you, mate.

P.S. I really suck.

I kinda like being by myself. It's sorta peaceful. Even if I'm not doing anything. It's been kinda hard to get some alone time these days. There's always someone I'm trying desperately to avoid. And in doing so, I feel bad so I end up talking to them anyway. Gah. Perhaps I'm being a tad immature?

Yes.

Thing were meant to be this way. Anyway, I hope your thanksgiving was well.

I'll keep all you bored people updated if something interesting or enlightening happend. I think I'm gonna go write a story about this lady who took 500 bajillion hours to sort out her coupons and coins in the express line at the market.  

Good Day y'all.

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"Turn, Turn, Turn" Lyrics

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late

When I was younger, I had a friend who was years younger than I.

He was about 4 and I was about 11. I sort of took care of him, you could say. We were just little buddies.

He's now 7 or 8 and we haven't talked in a few years, and I vaguely remember him. He is now laying on a hospital bed in a coma.  

Something happened yesterday and he was having a seizure, and oxygen wasn't getting to his brain. His family called the paramedics and they are now sitting around him crying, hoping to see their son wake up. 

Just a little prayer you guys. It'll take one minute of your 24 hour day.

So Sunday was Halloween night, and I apparently had nothing to do. I did however go to Knott's Scary Farm on Saturday with Moto and Em. Lot's of fun =] Thanks for coming buddies!

Anyway, so on Sunday, I ended up not doing anything. I was supposed to go to this haunted house, but I got scared- I was afraid about getting raped, so I backed out. I ended up going to Albertson's to get some Ben & Jerry's Half Baked Fro Yo. Yum =]

So the interesting thing....

I was at the check out line paying, and I got my change back from that little auto coin dispencer thing, and my nickel came from ECUADOR! That's pretty far... And it got me to think about how many people have touched that coin (and how many germs are on it...). Then I just imagined a bunch of stories that might have been possibilities.

Story #1: Two lovers were torn apart. The boy was going to immigrate to the US and the girl gave him the coin to symbolize their love, because on their first date, the boy bought her a toy ring using a nickel from one of those toy dispencers (I doubt those cost a nickel, but hey! It's ECUADOR! Who knows...). So in memory of their love, the girls gingerly places the coin on his palm, gives him a big hug and wet kiss, gathers her long flowing white peasant skirt, and scurries back home. When he gets to the US, he comes to In n Out to get a double double.Then, the coin travels.

Story #2: A man and wife were fighting. The woman was violently throwing things at her husband because he cheated on her with a stripper he met at a club. She happened to throw a coin at him as he was running out the door. The coin landed in the street, face up. Then, an American comes and picks it up only because it is heads up. Then, the Ameri can returns home and spends it on some overpriced kitchen gadget. 

I thought those two stories were mildly entertaining. Maybe you will find them entertaining too. I had tons more, but I thought two would be enough.

Have a happy week everyone :D 

Literally. My feet are freezing. They're so cold my socks feel wet. Is that possible? Or is it just me?

Hmm... Life is dragging on day by day.

I never have a day where something just goes right. Something has to screw it up. Bad things always happen to make my day suck. Augh. My parents really piss me off. They have aboslutely NO TRUST in me whatsoever. It gets to the point where they won't let me go to the library to do my homework because they think I'm out with a boy. Does it ever occur to them that I can't work at home? That they always blast the TV up insanely high when I'm trying to work? Nope. Not at all. It's all my fault. I have to be the problem. Honestly. Who goes to the library for a date?

Guy: "Oh here, let me sharpen your pencil"
Girl: "Oh gee, you're just the swellest boy! *gleeful smile*"
Guy: "Oh shucks. *blushes*"

Augh. Honestly. Let's be real here.

First of all, I hope this post consisting of Christianity, and homosexuals doesn't offent anyone. If it does, don't read this. But I'd like a little advice.

Personally for me, as a Christian I think being gay/lesbian is wrong. I do believe that God made a man and a woman to be together. But what happens when people you know suddenly drop a bomb on you and say "I'm gay/lesbia/bisexual". Do you suddenly not talk to them because they are? That's a little immoral. But God says that man and wife should be together.

We were friends before they dropped this on me. Should this change? It feels wrong either way. What should I do? I should be friends with them? What about the Christian me? Part of me says I should, it's the moral thing to do. You shouldn't exclude someone because they're different. It's like racism. It's wrong.

But the Bible teaches us to follow God and follow his words. We were also taught to treat others as we would like to be treated (I'm not sure if this is in the Bible or not), but we learned this. Should we not treat them the same? 

My question is, what do I do? I know I'm still going to talk to them. It's inevtiable. We're friends. But... whoa. I don't know what to do.  

The thought of love sickens me. Maybe it's because so much of what I see around me isn't love. I guess it's just two being holding eachother and kissing. What's that in a relationship? Does it honestly matter? You can go up to anyone and kiss them. Will it mean anything? Maybe. Does it mean anything when you kiss your bf/gf? Who knows. No one seems to like anyone else for themself. All I see people doing are just getting gf/bf because its the "cool thing to do".  Maybe I'm being cynical.

Why the sudden topic? I was browsing through Xanga's and I came upon some one writing something like "______, I love you. Please don't ever leave me. I'm such an ass, but please don't leave me baby. I love you too much." It's stuff like that that makes me cringe. But who am I to say anything about their relationship. Everything jus t seems fake to me. I don't think I've seen one couple that looks remotely close to liking eachother for t hemselves. They just look like they're in it to have someone to hold hands with.

I'm cynical. Sue me.

This is just for my sake to say things to some people annoymously (sp?). This is for all the times I wanted to say something, but bit my toungue.

Person #1: I hate the fact that you're a hypocrite. You say some things about how people shoudn't behave or do, and then you turn your back and do it. You say that there should be no exceptions, but when you do it, it's suddenly ok. It's ok for you to do it. Stop being selfish. Think about others and act on what you say. Be a man about things and stop hiding behind everyone else and their mistakes. Of course you're going to come out on top when you get to lecture your buddies when they do something wrong. At least they made a point to go out there and do something. What can you say about yourself?

Person #2: We were such good friends 5 years back. It's funny how it doesn't seem like a long time. But now, when I see you, I have to put on this mask. I can't be myself, and I know you aren't being yourself. In a way, we're both phonies when we're around each other. I'm not pinning this on you. It was me who chose to stop being friends. We went through a year without speaking to eachother. Nothing was ever the same. I think we both changed. We're no longer the little girls who were friends.

Person #3: I met you in math class this year. I remember when you used to intimidate me. But then you smiled at me that one day. We gradually started talking and even had a full coversation. It was progress. I hate how you win the arguments we have. You leave me utterly speachless. I love it when you get yelled at by our math teacher. Your cheeks puff out and you remind me of a chipmunk :D

To all my homies: Thanks for being there whether it was keeping me company late at night when you were trying to finish your homework or hanging out with me in my jacuzzi and just catching up. Thanks for everyone's consideration and kindness, even when I was a being a snot head.

I made myself a tBLOG. I'm Super =]