it's the thought that counts=)

today is my niece's birthday. i forgot. she turned three. let me give you an idea of my week before you judge me for forgetting...Monday: school, the worst day of school I've had in awhile... too much homework. then i got home to so much loudness that i just zoned for awhile. went to a doctor app. for my 5 1/2 month old nephew. he has RSV, pneumonia, ,and bronchitis. pretty sick kid, eh? Tuesday: i wake up sick. yuck! it was not fair at all. i just wanted to go to school like everybody else but no, i get to be sick. i get to watch my niece at home because why should she go to daycare when she's got a babysitter right here at home? that was my mother's logic anyways... i watch TV and facebook all day. what an awful way to spend the day! Wednesday: my mother takes baby nephew to docs... he wasn't doing very well. they take him by ambulance to Emmanuel hospital. he gets an oxygen tube and an iv... poor little guy! i am still sick so i am home(yet again) with the niece. we hang out all day like vegetables. and not the food kind of vegetables. the brain dead kind. man, i hate being sick! Thursday(today): i wake up a lot at night. i get up at 6 to get older niece ready for school. prompting her,"zoey, where is your school uniform???"... to which she replies,"if i knew that, i wouldn't be standing here in my slip!".. that 6 year old has a mouth on her! oh well... eventually, i find her uniform and get it on her. she cant find her black shoes and ends up wearing these weird pink and black ones that do not even match! she's happy I'm happy. at 6:30 am i put on Eloise so i could go to bed and she would be entertained... at around 7:30 am rose shows up to take zoey to school. I'm happy about this because zoey whines a lot.. it's nice to have the peace and quiet. Angela(the 3 year old) and me watch 16 candles and superstar... i feel so dead i just want to get better and go to school!.. when my dad gets home from work he says, "oh my baby girl is 3 today! i remember when you were a tiny little baby like Eddie! happy birthday, sweetie!" and my stomach drops. i forgot my niece's birthday! what kind of aunt am i? so i hurry to the pantry to find cake stuff! i find butter pecan cake and no frosting.. i find marshmallow creme and i get an idea... it was a bad one ha ha. the cake tasted nasty and the "frosting" made it fall apart.... but i was happy to see a smile on baby girls face! she didn't care that it wasn't good. she knows the real truth. it truly is the thought that counts.

i am computer challenged

i cannot figure out how to get my page to match itself. as much as i'd like my page to look cool, it won't let me do it. if you are reading this, and thinking, "man, this girl doesen't know how to match" i just want you to know that i do know how to match. but i can't figure out how to download the right template. or whatever it's called. i guess it just matches my clashing personality. i like my random thoughts and i want to keep thinking them.

to fall in love is human

i've always wondered how it feels to fall in love. not the middle school stuff you know, i like you do you like me? that stuff is ridiculous. it's boring. it's the rush of telling someone you love them raw and passionately that makes it so irresistable. to be in love is to put yourself out there. to be vulnerable. to be available to get hurt but to trust them not to hurt you. when you tell somebody you love them, it's like an adrenaline thing. it's the feeling when your heart stops beating for a moment. and in that moment, the most amazing feelings happen. feelings better than knowing they love you too. it's the feeling that you don't know. the insecurity of the moment. it's the beautiful moment when you aren't in control of anything. you don't know if you will spend the next few days in complete bliss or crying your eyes out. that is the moment i want. i want to let evrything go and just fall. fall into the arms of someone i can trust to catch me.

i wanna grow up

oh man, the bittersweet days of high school....the name calling, the getting laughed at for taking a fashion risks, the school uniform, the (not so) wonderful hot lunch food, the rejection, the organized sports... what is it about high school that makes me want to leave so bad?

as much as i enjoy all of those things(sarcasm), i cannot wait for it to be over. why do teachers assign homework? is it to torture us? i feel like that is their motive for assigning it. but for reals guys, we do enough school work at school, why must we spend our free time at home doing the blasted stuff too? and why do you expect us to not do it in class? do you really think we are gonna go home and stay off of facebook and whatnot so we can finish your precious assignment? because sweetie, your badly mistaken if you think we would actually do it rather than complain about it for hours on end.

and they say it's nothing compared to college:(

when will the madness end?!