What I want for Christmas

For Christmas, I wish I could get a new car. That's way unrealistic, but hey, I can dream cant I? I dont really ask for stuff for Christmas anymore. Im thankful for what I have, even if I wish I had more sometimes.

Santa

I never believed in Santa Claus. My parents bought me presents, usually they'd ask us what we wanted for Christmas. The first thing I remember ever asking for was a Turboman, from the movie Jingle All the Way, which had Arnold Schartzenegger. I wasn't really affected by the fact that I didnt believe in Santa... I just didn't believe.

Writer's Block

Im currently working on my psychology paper that's due in two days. Even after all the research I've done, and all that I've read, I dont know how to put my ideas down on paper. It seems that every time I start back up on my paper, I end up writing a line I've read somewhere else! Im trying my hardest to finish this, but I'm stuck! Now I know why it takes some authors years to publish new books, same goes with musicians releasing new albums. I dont pretend to compare myself to an author or musician in any other way though...

Yesterday

Yesterday was Thanksgiving. My family all ate together for the first time in weeks last night. It was nice, but it made me think back to when I wasnt so busy all the time. There was turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy and all sorts of other food. I didn't get any pumpkin pie, but that's OK, I got to spend time with my family.

Ouch

Sometimes it's hard for me to talk about how I feel, but other times, not so much. Recently, someone I care about very much has been having problems. I keep telling him that everything is going to be OK, and that none of his problems are permanent, but he doesnt seem to listen. Im kind of worried about him. One of the few things worse than being hurt is seeing someone you care about get hurt. :(

Favorite Thanksgiving

My favorite Thanksgiving-time meal would consist of a turkey drumstick, a piece of pumpkin pie, a large glass of soda (no ice), mashed potatoes and gravy, some apple pie, some cherry pie, apple cider, a slice of roasted beef, and to finish it all off, a Philly sub from Arby's. I'm currently thinkin' Arbys. Seriously, if I could eat all that, I would. :)

Hollywood with a Touch of Twang

Last Thursday I went on an FBLA fieldtrip to Nashville! It was awesooooome! I hung out with my good friend, Will Blanton, and had fun touring the huge mall there and the Opryland Hotel! We explored the hotel and discovered some of the craziest stuff at the stores! I almost bought a strong car freshener that smelled exactly like pumpkin pie, but then decided against it, since I figured it'd make me hungry all the time! =P

"Sinus Infection"

Today I went to school even though I felt terrible. By the end of the day, I just layed on the floor in Mrs. Myers's classroom the whole period. After school, I drove home instead of stay in town like I usually would when I don't have to go to work, so my parents were surprised to see me. I told them I felt sick, so my dad took me to the doctor. The doctor looked me over for less than a minute (literally) and told me I had a sinus infection. It seems to me that, quite often, I end up going back to the doctor so that he can tell me that they were wrong about it being a sinus infection, and that it's the flu or some other unpleasant illness. This is the worst "sinus infection" I've ever had, but I'm not the doctor, right?

Scariest Movie I've Ever Seen

The movie that scared me more then anything ever was one I remember my parents watching when I was little back in the 90's. I dont remember what it was called, but it was about a puppet that came alive and killed people. It was like a rip-off of Chucky, except it scared me and didn't make me laugh. This one was nuts. I remember there was a scene where the puppet comes out of the dark and kills someone, and I was scared of the dark for months after that.

First One In a While

So, on Friday, October 2nd, a girl from my English class passed away in a car wreck. The next Wednesday they held her funeral. I decided from the second I heard about her death that I was going to go to this funeral. Melissa was the 4th person from my graduating class to die and the first funeral I ever went to. I dont know what else to say about that, and I dont think I could describe how I felt.

Over Exaggeration

It seems to me that everytime a story is told, the more it gets twisted, especially when it comes to stories about people. It has happened to me already this year. Someone sees me somewhere, then they tell their friends, and add in a made-up detail. Then they go and tell their friends, once again, adding details, until the story is so ridiculous that someone asks me about it. By that point, there's no way to change people's minds and tell them that none of it is true. People who are liable to listen to gossip make me mad, especially when they deny that they've even added on to the story themselves. There's no way to do damage control in a situation like that, but situations like that shouldn't ever occur. Am I rambling? I think so.

What Would I Do Without Potatoes?

Honestly, if I didnt have potatoes, my life probably wouldn't be much different. I'd probably eat the same foods since my mom's recipes rarely involve large quantities of potato. I would miss fries, though, but I guess I wouldn't miss them if they didn't exist. I'm not a big potato fan to be honest.

Love is Blind

No, I don't think it's true anymore. Most people now adays only look at the outside, and rarely at what's on the inside. I'm not innocent of this, and I know it, and that's what makes me realize that this statement is true... But there are always exceptions.

Goat on a Boat

I've recently made a new friend named JD, who seems to be my twin. We like the same music, hang out with the same people, and were born 4 days apart. He was born in Florida, though, and I'm from Illinois. He's a cool dude, and it's hard to believe that I'd never met him before the beginning of this school year. It's wierd for me to blog about somebody in particular, but I guess it's just an example of how you never know who's out there until you meet them... Of course, the chances of meeting someone cool are equal to the chances of meeting somebody un-cool.

Sick

I don't know why I'm typing about this. This is about last night, but it's really not that import, but I feel like sharing it, even if it's just with a blog. Last night, I went to work at Little Caesar's, and got of 8 minutes late. When the manager asked me why I got off 8 minutes late, I told her I had been finishing up the dishes she'd told me to to, but she didn't seem to understand that when you keep bringing me more dishes, I'm going to take longer to finish. So I left knowing she was upset with me, although I honestly felt like it wasn't a big deal, since it just meant someone else gets to leave a little bit earlier. Once I got to my car though, I checked my phone and saw I had a text message from Sparky, telling me to go to McDonalds, which of course, I did. But as soon as I got there, I got out of my car and laid on the sidewalk. I would usually cringe at the thought of it, but I suddenly felt like I had to throw up. I was later told that I laid there for about 10 minutes before I finally got up. I decided maybe I should go home as soon as possible, but I decided to stop for gas at the Shell on the corner of Tamarack and Carter. I opened up the car door to step out, and immediately threw up. I had a great night. :(

Friendship Doubles Joy and Halves Grief...

I'd never heard anyone say it before today, but as soon as I read it, I understood what it meant. It has to be one of the better quotes I've ever heard and definately one of the few worth remembering. It's nice to have someone who will share your sadness, tell you encouraging words, or to even remind you that everything is going to be alright. It's even better to have someone around who will be happy for you when you're happy. How can you be sad and alone but happy and alone at the same time?

Acquired Tastes, One Way of Another

Up until the last year and a half or so, I used to think that I wasn't really affected by the media, by peers, or even by my own family. I used to think that I truly was an individual, that is, I thought that the things I did made me an individual. I was under this false perception until I started hearing a 'friend' talk about how much of individual she was. I remember hearing her even call herself an 'indie' kid. I was so mad when I heard her say this that I told her that real individuals don't subscribe to labels, and that anyone who says they are part of a group who tries to be different from everyone else is just like the rest of the group, and that doesn't make any one of them an individual (if that makes any sense.) She, of course, was insulted that I would question her sincerity and individuality, and said that I was just trying to put her down because I was in a bad mood and not as much of an individual as her, even though I knew more about everything she had been talking about earlier!!

I didn't tell her though, that her words were what made me think that I wasn't an individual either. I started thinking about the movies I like, the music I listen to, the way I dress, the food I eat, and the places I go. I knew at least one person, but usually many more than that, who liked exactly the same things I liked in each one of those categories. My friends, my family, my acquaintances, and even strangers, have influenced my tastes in some way, so to say that those things made me an individual would be a blatant lie. Just to give a few examples:
-Sparky Settles introduced me to Enter Shikari, which happens to be one of my favorite bands.
-Food-wise, my older brother Nick convinced me to go to my favorite restaurant, Tokyo.
-The first time I heard anyone talk about Pulp Fiction, one of my favorite movies ever, it was several years ago by my brother's friends.
-I once bought a t-shirt at a concert because I thought it was cool, since I'd already seen people who looked cool wearing it.

This of course, doesn't mean that I don't believe that there is no such thing as an indivudual. The simplest way I know to put it, would be to paraphrase a scene from the movie, Across the Universe - Most people, especially older people, think that what you do defines who you are, but the truth is that it doesn't matter what you do. The reality is that who you are defines what you do, and even then, it's not always about what you do, it's about how you do it. You have to find out who you really are before you can say you're an individual. Most of the time, it feels like I'm still trying to figure out who I am.

No Time

I don't have time for anything anymore. I dont even have time to sleep sometimes! I go to school, go to work, do homework, then try to find a few hours to sleep. It's ridiculous some times, since some teachers seem to think that their class is the only one that gives homework. Even after moving down to mostly Accel classes, there's still a lot of stuff I cant fit into my day. Oh well, I'm sure in the end it'll be worth it, and I guess I've started being more responsible.