Sister and I

Some of us have sisters. Some of us don't.

I on the other hand have a sister and inspiration. I have someone to look up to and know what is right and wrong. I love my sister.

Over the passed three years since I moved to live with my aunt and uncle, I have noticed more and more, how much my sister and I have in common, from our favorite colors, to our books, religious views, political views, and even our 'fan'dom nature. Sometimes I feel that I am copying my sister in many ways, and in some cases I feel that I am subconsciously. I have made choices in my life that reflect things that she has done. Which I don't find bad at all.

When I visited in August of last summer, I found out that our favorite colors are the same. Purple. I kind of scoffed and shrugged. So what? I didn't think it was such a big deal, and it still might not be a big deal at all.

I read a blog post from my sister a few weeks ago. At that moment, I was positive that we were undoubtedly sisters in every way, shape, and form. I felt every emotion and hardship that she had wrote down. And in that moment realizing such fact, I broke down and cried. I never really thought of my sister as a small, scared, little girl. But when I read that, I felt exactly how she described herself.

I told her, in that moment of my fabulous epiphany that I too, feel like a small, scared, little girl, and we could be tat way together. I wanted to let my sister know, that she wasn't the only one feeling doubtful or lonely. I wanted her to know that her sister would be there for her no matter what.

I love my sister.

In the past we may have had our scraps, but now that we are older, we have found a bond that wont brake. /le cheese I know that I may have angered her, made her use a purse on me, pissed her off, made her wish I was never brought into this world. But now, I think she is content with having my big mouth, buck teethed, weird nosed, crazy eyed, awful acned, uni-browed self, as a sister.

And recently, I think I copied her desk. Whooops.

Six Stones and Two Pennies

...coming soon...

Coming to a Close

School is finally on its way to the end. And everyone feels it. Finals are all week this week and next week. It is pretty intense. Two exams for Algebra which kind of sucks. A costume final for English. A delayed History final, and a brilliant, yet suspiciously easy Physics final.
My Junior year has gone by so fast, it makes me scared to wonder how fast my Senior year will go. Half of me feels that I am not ready to be in the real world. Then the stronger and more overpowering half of me says, "Bring it on!"
On my "To Do" list, consists of, getting another job. And by "another job" I mean one that I can actually have real hours and a steady time space thingy. The second and first on my list it PERMIT! So I can get from point A to point B, or at least know how to get there. Third and second, and this is a big one. One that is surprisingly vital in my Graduation plan. CAR. I might just pretend my "car" is the TARDIS just to make driving a bit more fun and less frightening. I shall drive (or operate) a TARDIS with a working Chameleon Circuit! which would be nice. I do like blending into my surroundings.
And last but clearly first. GRADUATE. Thats pretty much enough said for that.
Back to the car.
With this transporting vehicle, I shall be a bit more free, as to were I can work and things I can do. With this, I will be free to work in Bellingham, or Blaine, or even Ferndale if I wish it.
And I will be able to get a job there, since I have work experience, and I am a responsible youngish adult. Which everyone likes. I will be at work on time, do what I'm told. I never say no. AND (this is a big one) I don't PARTY HARDY! I don't even party a little bit. It makes everyone look at me twice. then they laugh at how shocked they are.

Well, Graduation is coming up, and I am deeply saddened. My senior friends are leaving me. But it is indeed for their own good. (I need to stop grinding my teeth).
I will miss them mucho, but I will be glad to take their place as head of school! (FRESHMAN SHALL BE PUNISHED)

My senior project has changed from, Being a "curator" to being an AURTHUR! Which is more up my ally. Arting is just my hobby, were is writing, is my passion.
Gathering school books it a pain and no fun. I keep getting ones from Micheal Jackson (Issued WHITE returned BLACK) It's some crazy shenanigans. That word has multiple N's.

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BYE!

Back Seat Driving, Two Year Olds, and Coming Out of the Closet

This weekend has been a busy one!
My cousin surprised us on Saturday, she came over from Philly, so it was indeed a surprise!

We saw Pirates today, and it was okay I suppose... Besides the fact that they are, most likely, going to make a fifth one... I wonder it it will end?

Tangents! On the way home, from the movies.... in Canada.... Because we are cool and leave the country to watch movies..... My uncle decided to back seat drive.. and this has been happening all weekend since he likes to be in control of the vehicle. Which in some cases, isn't the case at all. And for most of the weekend we have been riding in my cousins rental car, which is an amazing Nissan Cube! I want one. But, back to the main point, he keeps on back seat driving. Which is in fact annoying even when you are not the driver.

And today it got a bit over the edge, but Saturday was a bit worse because we got lost, and today added to the frustration because he doesn't understand the words: "Don't" or "stop" so.... it was a bit angry in the car. My aunt snapped and my cousin snapped and he was throwing a tantrum like a two year old.

Which brings us to the underpass. Which is a tunning that goes under the Frasier River... I think. Which is heading south our of Richmond where we went to see Pirates. Well, it gets loud under water, and we were behind a smelly car, so my cousin put up the window until we were free from hell. BUT my uncle didn't like that idea since he has no use for his nose(?). So he rolled it down. She rolled it up. He rolled it down. Do you see where this is going? And this went on. and on. and on. Until she locked the windows. then he kept pressing the buttons complaining that the window wouldn't go down. So, long story short, it was like a two year old playing with the window buttons and complaining. It was funny and I couldn't help but laugh.

And also like two year olds, he misunderstood the meaning of "Coming out of the closet." I don't remember what I said, I only remember the argument afterwards. He kept going on how "Gays" overshadowed the saying. His examples of how the saying could be used; "I'm black, I just came out of the closet", "I'm Asian, I just came out of the closet." , "I work at McDonalds, I just came out of the closet." and last but not least, "I'm a trucker, I just came out of the closet."

Yea.....  No..... Not really. It was funny since he either really believes that, or is such a homophobe that he doesn't want to accept the true meaning of, "I just came out of the closet"

In other news. This weekend was Bamfy. End of story. thats how it was.

Graduation

I'm scared.

and thats pretty  much all I have to say to that!

I'm afraid I wont graduate on time and become a super senior!

and I would like support on both sides of the fence! Can I at least have that?!

Apparently not.

Have a nice day!

Ramblings

I have this weird feeling I'm going to forget something important.

But on a side note: I have been really looking forward to coming days. Not that I wasn't, I just wasn't prepared to face them just yet.
And since my Junior year is coming to a close, I have realized how much growing up scares me! I mean, the thought of soon being able to vote and leaving home is just a frightening thought. I am 17 and not ready to be out there on my own yet. College still seems like a different language, even though I have humored the idea on many occasions. But still, the thought of being, LIVING, at school is just odd to think about.

But the boys are another thing...... a thing of unknown territory that is.

I mean.... what kind of species is Male anyway?

I have come to the conclusion that boys are a different type of human. YES they are in the Human family... but lions are in the cat family.... So... Get the picture?
Men/Boys would be a dumber version of Women/Girls.... It makes perfect sense now that I think about it. Right?

And there's another thing. I write better then I speak? No... Yes... But I can also be very vibrant and excited with my words rather then actions. It really has come to mind, that having both a Vlog and a Blog is a very good thing.

I really do need to "open" up more, so I can carry on in life. Because as of now, I feel like I don't fit in anywhere, not even with my closest friends. Which is really sad. Depressing come to think of it.
And I'm pretty ecstatic to get my cam corder so I can make better vlogs then just with my lame web cam on my computer.

And So... this is where I leave you, since I feel I should head to bed or something.
Bye!

My very own TARDIS!!!