The weather outside was bright and cheery, and it was the first time in 17 long days that sunshine was bright, and the air was crisp. Well, the air was practically blowing us away, that’s why it was a bit rough to take photos, though we succeeded still. I hope you enjoy these tender photos of me and Jolie. And no, you may not ask questions about them. Whose laughing?
Farewell.
Maybe your best bet is to believe in something you’ve never believed in before. Some form of spiritual being. You should refuse to be confused by the common knowledge of men. The knowledge they barely know themselves. I’ve had images in my head for sometime now, of places I have never been, but still want to go. Don’t worrying myself into the ground. You must concentrate on certain aspects of your life. You need to give your all to the Lord, without looking back. Life is what you make of it. Life is the exact purpose in which to live. Others find suicide the best choice or opportunity to stay sane, but it’s wrong. Life is only lived when you give your all. When you are willing to forsake all. And when you’re so fed up with the thoughts of despair. And you begin to understand what you need to do in life. Maybe you are meant to give all of yourself without much received. Giving never goes unlooked; believe me. If you’re purpose is to give, then give. Give everything of yourself. Hold absolutely nothing back. And the Lord will bless you. He will take something as small as you, and turn you into something great.
I’m sure you guys have heard “oh so many” things about true friends, though you obviously didn’t get the point in the first hundred times. Friendship is sacred; it’s something you wouldn’t ever want to lose. Friends are true, honest, sacrificial, caring, understanding, accepting towards each-other. Not the other way around.
True friends are the people who stand by you no matter what. Whether you completely freak out, or worry constantly about “unwary” subjects. Or you hurt your friends feelings without knowing it. Or in some people’s case, you knew it. Friends are the kind of people who forgive and forget. Not just the minor things you do or say, but even in the enormous things as well. Friend’s don’t gossip about each other, or say stupid things to be “cool”. Being someone’s friend is a bond between them. A bond that doesn’t matter how “cool” that person is or isn’t (in some of your cases), ha-ha, just kidding. If you want to be true to someone, than don’t gossip about them, or lie to them (unless you want to). Don’t be crude towards them, and for God sakes, try to be understanding. If you’re a real friend you will accept that person for whoever they are, no matter what anyone else has to say about it.
I missed the great Marti Gras, even though I didn't want to. We tried to get through, but random people were pushing their way through, so we missed it. I guess I will have to make up for it in Europe. And although I didn't get to catch glorious beads, I still received bundles of beads of my favorite colours: Green, Purple, and of course black. And I also received a brilliant Centaur cup, of yellow and purple. So, it worked out in the long run.
Abby isn't leaving my side, she is staying with me until the thirtieth. Oh boy, I'm so happy now. I was thinking of having a nervous breakdown real quick, (in case you were interested), and blasting random people with my problems. But, I have gained my sanity, and I am now trying something new, like tempting Abby with various sweets to make her stay. And obviously it worked! Take that people who wanted her to come home earlier!
I hate to sound mean, so I'll try not to sound mean, even though in my heart I want to sound mean. I'm just really happy she's stay with me. I don't know if I could live without her tall beautiful self, and hair like Rapunzel. And her essence as tempting as fine wine.
The wide-spread laughter raging from our mouths, the loud Karaoke songs being played multiple times, and of course, the smell of Alcohol and BBQ in the air. The sad thing is that we don't know when to stop, we don't have the ability to discontinue our outrageous singing, and conversations that don't involve anyone but the one's with the alcoholic beverages in they're hands (or feet). I do feel rather sorry for the people who have to be consumed in the great madness of my family.
We may be crazy, but at least we know how to have a good time, even in the worst circumstances.
And we try to get people out of themselves, even if they don't want to.
Thank you dear Osborn's, for the courage to speak, even when nobody wants to listen.
No Abby I refuse to be tickled.
I don't care if you sing "Strangers in the Night"; it still won't get me in the mood for tickling.
Although, I'm very tempted to tickle you right back, I won’t, for the love of humanity.
Its funny how people around me do nice things for me, and I don’t usually notice. Its not that I’m consumed in fantasy; I am rather firm in reality. Though, I still don’t notice the kindest deeds one does for me. Normally I am a very alert person, down to earth, and always paying attention to the little things around me, but recently, I haven’t.
In my latest visit to Starbucks, me and my dear friend ordered two frappicinos (different flavors), and my Father had given us two gift cards with $5 on each card. I ordered bluntly, and handed the gentleman our two cards (with the amount of $10 altogether), and I waited patiently for our drinks. The amount was totaled at $7.60, and I figured he would use both cards to pay. The man who I had given my cards to seemed nice, he had a pretty smile, and dark blue eyes, which were hidden under his small wire-rim glasses. He walked over to his register and hit several buttons, and walked back over to me in haste. And to my surprise, he told me he had only used one card to pay for the $7.60 drinks I had ordered.
I was puzzled for several moments, and wondered why he would spend his own money on my drinks, the drinks he wouldn’t even be consuming, but I would. I would be enjoying each sip as if it was heaven on earth. But, why did he only use one card? Maybe he was flirting with me, in some way I didn’t understand. Or maybe he was trying to get rid of me, and he decided to pay for my drinks, so he didn’t have to see me again. The answer is still a mystery to me, though I continue to think about it daily, I grow more curious. Though, he’ll never read this blog or this entry for that matter, I wanted to thank him, for paying for our drinks, and making me a little bit happy, because of his flirtiness.
Farewell.
Ridiculous, ludicrous, and absolutely nonsensical!
I don't understand how someone could purposely make a movie to ruin Beatles songs.
Maybe they're trying to be "anti-war", or something, but I see it as a reason to completely ruin Beatles songs, and to give people an excuse to make they're own little versions of the songs.
You should be ashamed of yourselves writers of this movie.
You're ruining the Beatles to make some extra money.
Abby is leaving me on the 23rd. I'm very sad that she is going, but I am trying to stay strong through these times of Abby forsaking me. No worries though, I'm sure I can make it through. Well, besides this terrible cold I have caught from nature, I'm well and alive, though lacking in nutrition's, I'm still balanced in cookie eating.
People keep telling me to exercise more and eat less cookies, but, how can I? I'm sure the Lord is trying to tell me the same thing, but I am in denial, which is a very bad thing. So, maybe I will take the peoples advice and exercise. At least I would be healthy and not worry about terrible colds as much.
Farewell.
Well, this weekend I did a Wal*mart, to raise money for my future ticket. And people were selfish. But, I tried to rise above them and pray that I could make it through the very cold and selfish people. Although, I didn't do very well, we met a couple sheep, and had a half delicious cup of coffee, hurray. I'm sure the Lord was trying to teach me patience and understanding.
Well, Eugene and I went to the bus station in search for Abby. The bus station was filthy and full of crime. I don’t think I’ll be wondering in off the street to go back in there. There was this strange old man walking around asking for money, although he did not get any from me. I’m very poor and don’t have time to give money to strangers in the night. Aha! Look at me, singing Frank Sinatra, not purposely though. Well, we waited in the bus station for an hour and a half. I’m not bitter though, I’m sure the Lord was trying to teach me some form of patience.
Abnormality! That’s the girl for me. Well, she decided to take a bus ride over to see me. When Abby got to Dallas, the original bus she was suppose to take DECIDED to be full. And so she had to wait at the bus station for 3 hours, receiving dangerous winks and nudges from strangers who want her body. Though, she barely made it on the next bus at 11, the bus still took 4 hours to get to Shreveport. My dearest Abby looked drained from the hideous bus ride she had just taken. If I had my way I would sue the terrible Greyhound service. But, I don’t have the time or resources to do so. Darn you greyhound to heck! But, I’m so happy she made it here alive! My darling Abby I am so glad you have graced me with your overwhelming presents (in a good way).
Well, my internet card decided to fall over and break. So, I was left without internet for about 4 days, which made me very angry and somewhat bitter. But, I am happy now, because my Father bought me a new wireless card, which is really nice. It's a NETGEAR, and it makes everything on the internet so much faster.
I'm so glad I waited.
What an eventful evening Mrs. Tina & I had last night. We traveled far and wide in search of Law & Order-SVU. Neither Blockbuster nor Video-one had any. So, we sadly sat in the car for 2.5 minutes in sorrow. Yet, we figured out an option! We should travel on over to our dear old friend (Whose name we don’t speak of), and borrow the wide collection of Law & Order-SVU from him. Why hadn’t we thought of this before? I just cannot comprehend. So, off we went to his house in great need of our Television show. I glided up the 12 steps in great joy! Three knocks I had placed on the door. Three knocks would open the door. And of the number of knocks three would it be. Then, I quickly grabbed the small case of Law & Order-Special Victims Unit, and headed swiftly to the car. I huffed and puffed all the way there. As you can see, I lived that dramatic experience without a scratch.
