I Will Not Eat Them, Sam I Am.

So.

I've realized that in the past like, dozen posts, I've had nothing really to say. Nothing comical, witty, or otherwise. Except boring.

Maybe that's because life is boring? Sigh. I don't know.

So, I'm trying to get back on my game here. I don't want to disappoint, here. Or there. Or on bus, or on a plane, I will not eat them, Sam I am, I will not eat Greens Eggs and Ham!

Umm. Yeah. Sorry. Dr. Seuss tends to slip out every once in a while.

ANYWAYS. So, I'm totally bummed, because my dad went to CALIFORNIA, WITHOUT ME, and is staying a flipping MONTH, WITHOUT ME, IN OCEANSIDE, WITHOUT ME... but he took our internet hookup with him. How am I writing this, you ask? Ahaha, my friend, I have snuck upstairs and onto my grandma's fatty computer. (Okay, it's not fatty, I just can't get used to the normal keyboard. IT'S SO LOUD! Tap-tap-tap-tap... AHH! It's driving me insane!)

Yeah. It kind of scares me up here. Sort of. I don't know why. Maybe it's my grandma's breathing machine thing she uses at night for sleep-apnea or something. It sounds like Darth Vader. Actually, it's kind of funny. I just wish I could use my laptop downstairs again, with Diego sitting on my arms, rendering me pretty much useless.

So, it looks like if I want to do any worthwhile internet using (not that this isn't worthwhile! NO no no! That's not what I meant! Don't get upset, blogger.com. That's so not how I meant it. I meant spending an hour just browsing through stupid stuff, wasting time away on Facebook and MLIA... THAT'S what I meant. Time consuming, not worthwhile), it's gonna be stealing the free-wifi at Barnes and Noble. Which is always very dangerous. Especially seeing as I need sequels/third, fourth, whatever, to about four different books at the time being. Well, it's so many more than that, but there are only four that I've read in the last week that are still fresh in my mind.

Yeah, I have this nasty habit now not being able to read a book in more than one sitting. In other words, I start a book at nine, and stay up until four in the morning until it's finished. And seeing how I've done that the past four nights (yes, meaning four books, hence my previous comments^^^), I'm kinda tired. And in a serious lack of literature.

Sigh.

Where's my Dr. Seuss...

Best Dance Ever

I think I should stick to writing, not modeling for book trailers. Especially of my own works.

Sooooo... I'm so done with pictures. I don't ever want to take one with Brian again, haha. Apparently we took over 900 today. UGH.

But it was fun. Thanks, Lauren! And all those who participated. Love youuuuuus.

So, after all of the exhaustion of that today, we (the amazing Kerr 133 girls... whom I love dearly... and they know that... and some other kids from their FHE group and Kyle and Lauren and Brian) went to a special needs dance. Yeah, where they brought all these people with disabilities- ranging from like 15 to upper adult- and let them party with those of us who would enjoy hanging with them. Let me just say, amazing experience. (Although I did get rejected by a guy named Jacob when I asked him to dance. Sob. True story, haha.) It was really cool. Especially Nan and Taylor, who were pulling in every "special needs" into our circle, asking the questions, and Taylor's favorite line of the night: "Yeah, I saw you dancing it up over there earlier. You've got some moves!" (or something along those lines). I was so amazed by the two of them. I, being my sort of anti-social self, didn't really ask any of them to dance, just because I don't really talk to strangers well.

And, yes, I'm pathetic, and slow-dancing is one thing I dread more than anything, because it's SO DANG AWKWARD. Especially with "special needs," because I can never gage just how out of it they are (excuse my improper terms), and I don't want to offend them by just assuming that they don't understand stuff or whatever... you know what I mean? It makes me nervous. Especially when I couldn't tell if some of the people there were just socially awkward or considered a "special need." I sincerely hope I didn't mis-label anyone. Which makes me also think... did anyone think IIIIII was a "special need?" (I really hate that term: "special needs." Bad.)

But just standing sort of in the shadows for a few moments, just WATCHING everything that was going on, seeing people who were being so selfless and KIND with these people... it was amazing. I wish I was that good of a person. Definitely something to strive for.

Um... yeah. Like after every dance, however, I've got a headache from Hades. It's totally turning into migraine-status, meaning light and sound KILLLLLLLLLL. Also, like after every other dance, I'm exhausted and my feet hurt. In combination with the fact that I didn't fall asleep until 6:30 this morning, due to the fact that I had caffeine and I was sleeping on a lousy couch with my thin little Batman blanket (YUUUUUS), then got up at 9... yeah, I'm totally exhausted. SLEEP... I need sleep...