I did some homework.

I sure like it when it's sunny outside. The clouds in the sky...
I hate my life.
My friend is so depressing that it makes me want to cry.
My life is so depressing that it makes me want to die.
But I sure like it when it's sunny outside. I sure like it when it's sunny outside, when it's sunny outside, I can say to him, "Let's, let's sing a song, a cheesy pop song, and the world will sing along to our cheesy song."
I like the warm feeling from the sun.
It's been three years since I've had a hug.
Jade, why do you gotta bring me down? Everything sucks when you're around!
It's because my life's a mess. You at your worst is me at my best, my life sucks. There's nothing I can do.
Awe, c'mon Jade, let's, let's sing a song, a cheesy pop song, and the world will sing along to our cheesy song. Let's, let's sing a song, a cheesy pop song, and the world will sing along to our cheesy song!!
This world sucks!
No it doesn't!
Yes it does!!
Don't you see that we can fix it if we can dream??!?!!
Roger, there's something I gotta tell you. The problems of the world cannot be solved just by singing.....RIP OFF MY FACE! RIP OUT MY EYES! CAN'T SEE THE END, SUPERSIZE!!
Come on Jade, give it a shot, do you want to be happy or not?
Let's, let's sing a song, a cheesy pop song, and the world will sing along to our cheesy song. :D

Waaaaaahshington!!!

So I went to Washington. It was highly amazing. I have decided I will move there.

When I was there, we went to the seawater. Guess what. I saw seals!
To see them closer, I walked down the pier and to the concrete dock. And guess what.

I SAW JELLYFISH!! They.are.wicked.   They were small to fist sized, clear and blue. They were so cool looking.

Then I saw a lobster. And almost stepped on a crab.

AND THEN GUESS WHAT? I saw a freaking huge jellyfish!!! It was red and orange, and had a star shape under the clear bell part. It was so pretty!! Then I picked up shells and played in the water.

On the way home we saw lots of deer.
I like Washington.

Some stuff.

Disney Nature Scene :D oh yeah.

The place is Sater Meadows near Brundage Ski area in scenic McCall, Idaho. My family and I (mostly just my dad and us kids) usually camp there every Independence Day. Fortunately for me, I had Driver's Ed too close to when the annual camping trip was planned, so I had hoped it was cancelled. To my reluctant surprise, the day before he planned to go, my father tells the family we are going on the camping trip. My thoughts? "Great, stuck with the whole famn damily, no showers, hot hiking, and an unfathomable amount of mosquitoes."
You may think I am going on to tell you this is not what the camping trip was like, but it was exactly this, and then some.
I don't enjoy nature, I don't think a scraggly tree with lichens clinging to it is something to behold, and to me, a river is clearly just a river, but while I was camping, something changed. First, it was the smell. The fresh, clean smell of pine trees and dead deer was just amazing (okay, so no dead deer, but hey). Then, when the fam visited the lake, I gawked at a snowcapped, crescent-peaked mountain situated between two stretches of normal mountains, with rolling hills of conifers down to the lake that splashed my toes.
The very last thing that changed my mind about the outdoors was the storm.

It had been a mildly hot day, and apparently mother nature agreed, for she started a little sprinkle to cool everything off. Then, out of thin air, came torrential bouts of rainfall. So much rain that you could not see out of the windows because of the cascading sheets of water flowing over the window. I loved it. Then it hailed ferociously, and finally, by nightfall, it became calm. I was volunteered to go shut off the generator, and once I stepped outside, I would have sworn I stepped into a nature scene from a Disney movie.

It was calm, with a slight breeze that carried the scent of clean earth and rain and rustled the meadow grass. the burbling of the nearby creek caught my attention and when I looked at it, all I could see were sparkles from the moon's shattered reflection. In a smoother part of the water, the reflection of the moon reminded me of a circle of spilled mercury floating atop the water. I then looked up to the sky to see the moon itself, and instead was mesmerized by all the little stars blinking at me. I realized that any stargazing I did in my subdivision was a joke compared to what I was taking in then. The city lights drown all the pretty little dots of light.

I'm glad I stopped being ignorant enough to appreciate my surroundings. It's too bad I realize this on what could definitely be the last camping trip with my family.

Well you told me about nowhere. It sounds like someplace I'd like to go.

Kay. So Micah came back from Yew Nork on Wednesday. She came at midnight and helped me dirty my room by dumping all her beautiful stylish clothes on the floor. The next day we went to First Thursday with my baby sister Shannon and her mom. First Thursday consisted of the BAM (Boise Art Museum) and the History Museum, where we only spent like ten seconds.



Micah's mom found a scavenger hunt outside to which we only found the end of, and we went to tell the receptionist clerk whatever he is guy the word "discover" and got a candy prize. Shannon enjoyed the rock climbing.

Outside the BAM was a cute Abe Lincoln. We couldn't resist, although the sign did say no climbing.








And of course, these are the gorgeous best friend necklaces. Very handsome, and nobody else will have these kind of BFF necklaces!

And then the History Museum's Cabins. They were so cool lookin!



And we made strangers take pictures of us and the BAM shoe billboard.

On Friday, I got my permit, which isn't actually valid until the 18th.

On Saturday, Micah just chilled with me the whole day and went to a concert with her mom.

On Sunday, I went boating with my dad and siblings for the whole day and got massively sunburnt, but it's okay, at least I'm not white. :D

And then yesterday, Monday, Micah decided she wanted us to go to Boise and walk the Greenbelt to her little pond. Unfortunately, I had only until 6 to be home and it was 2 when we left, and Micah did not enjoy that. On top of that, Micah parked on the other side of town and we had to walk to the greenbelt. We only made it to the Grove, and her nephew Kaden volunteered to go get the car and drive us to Ann Morrison Park, so we'd be closer, which was great, because I was developing mean water blisters the size and shape of flattened pennies. They HURT, but I remained optimistic. I tried not to complain. When we got there, it was clear there was no way I was getting home at 6, so we turned around and planned on leaving. We got home at 5:40, thank goodness. I'm sure Micah isn't fond of me right now, but oh well.

Today I don't feel like doing anything. I'm just gonna lay in my bed. Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone, cause today I don't feel like doing anything. Nothing at all.

The dashboard's melted, but we still have the radio.

Yesterday was Independence day. Yayy. I was asked by boyfriend to go with him to blow things up. Unfortunately I was not allowed to go. What I did instead was pull weeds, cut down flowers that were done blooming, trim the rosebushes, cut down the baby burning bushes and cut the grass WITH SCISSORS places the weedwacker didn't get, which was everywhere. Then I had to help make new screens for the upstairs windows because they are all broken and look like crap. Happy fourth of July. Then we set of a couple fireworks and got in the hot tub.

This morning I was woken up early to do the massive amount of dishes amassed in the sink because the fat lady did not do them while I was working outside yesterday. I hate summer. I still have to do two book report thingies and I need to borrow an AP Bio book to outline because I never checked one out before school ended. I also didn't turn in my rubric. I wonder if that means I won't be in it. Oh well. I hate AP anyways. Next year I'll have two, (hopefully) and I already hated the easy one I had because there was so much HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!! Stop complaining. To counteract the unhappiness going on above, here's a random picture.

The Bacon Factory, 2009

I wanna see mah freeends.

I've been thinking about this one kid lately. I hear the song he dedicated to me all the time. Ya know what I noticed? Rant Blog! Oh well, I don't mind.

W. F. T., huh Micah?

So. I haven't posted in a while. I was just... in trouble. Still am, actually.

I pretty much shot my summer to heck, and it sucks.

I thought this summer was going to be different, me going places, doing things, being able to live. But no. I have to be a total retard and mess things up. Wow, when you do something stupid, people's true colors come out. I have learned that who I thought were good friends don't actually understand at all. Joy.

On the bright side, I got up on the wakeboard. Then I let go, cause it freaked me out.
I wanted to bring the boys on my boat. What the. I'm so mad at my dumb self. IT WAS GOING TO BE A WONDERFUL SUMMER!! BLASPHEMIES. I wonder how long it will be until I am allowed to go places. I don't think it will be ANYTIME soon.

Coming back to the bright side, Driver's Ed class is over, although driving is not. I think I am doing a little better, I don't get so scared so easily, but it is very hard to listen in advance to directions and be able to comprehend them at all. Like, we are driving along, and I hear (kind of), "So up here, you will be in the right turning lane, so you have to make a left lane change almost immediately after you turn the corner, but make sure you check your blind spot." Uh, I was busy watching this light and my following distance, what did you say? "Don't you listen?? Okay, [repeats above statement]," and I still don't get it, so I just drive like a madwoman. Whatever.

The Unbirthday Song

Soooo. I am getting way better at driving. I didn’t scare people this time. And I didn’t “white-knuckle” it either. I did okay for being horribly inexperienced and the first driver.

Yesterday was Boyfriend’s 18^th birthday. He’s a legal adult now, although, like me, he doesn’t want to grow up. Yesterday was a sad day, and then an AMAZZZING day, then an interesting day, then a sadder than before. I suppose I was bipolar yesterday.

The sad part was that Boyfriend hadn’t invited Kryssa to do anything for his birthday… which made me realize I hadn’t been invited either. I was just sure it was a given that I was going to be there for his birthday. When I asked him about it, he said, “Well, I can only invite two people…” and that’s when I knew it was his two best boyfriends. Although I don’t mind, it was just kinda sucky that he never even told me about it. Plus, the other dumb boy that was invited was a stinking dumb jerk.

The AMAZZZING part was………. Amazing.

The interesting part was that I went to the birthday dinner (which boyfriend had to cook himself) anyways and chilled with him and his friends, but also got Boyfriend in trouble on his birthday for having to be taken home during dinner because Dad was mad at me.

The sadder part was I was going home. On Scott’s birthday. Unhappymaking.

I need to learn to color in the lines.

I'm one of those people that colors outside the lines and is proud of it. Unfortunately, in Driver's Ed, driving outside the lines freaks everyone out and is quite frowned upon and earns me a smack on the arm from this cute old man. Apparently I am only good at manuvering. My three-point-turn was good, but road driving sucked. I'm scared of cars.

boys.

I've seen Boyfriend every day this summer! I think it will end tomorrow, but hey, I'm not complaining. I've started Driver's ed today, and let me tell you, if my parents thought I was a bad driver, wait till they meet this one girl in my group.

After class, I walked to Kryssa's house from the school, and then came back to drive. I did well, other than the "OBJECTS IN MIRROR SEEM CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR" and backwards parked seventy miles from the curb. I park fantastically well perpendicularly. I love driving. FUN.

After driving, boyfriend and I chill. I have a new obsession with cars, so I made boyfriend tell me about his (he talked to me in dummy language, I could tell) and I hope I remember these. I am pretty sure he thought I was an idiot.

Yesterday, the boys, Kryssa and I went to the lake and went swimming. Oh man, those boys are GIRLS. I stayed in the water, and the boys jumped out as soon as they jumped in. Unfortunately, there were some mooch tag-alongs that were making my dad mad, or else we would have been super fine. Then I went on a jetski (for the first time!!) with Kryssa, and of course, we crashed. Or, more like Kryssa and I both ended up in the water and the driver wondered what happened.

Above is a picture of the boys that came. :D Now dad's met everyone I know, pretty much. And dad likes Kryssa, I think, he threw us in the waters. Kryssa is currently milking her wounds, which is normal procedure, and I just feel bad apple with all the owies. I don't complain. Micah's still in New York.

I need clothes. I'm starving.

I have never wanted to go shopping more in my entire life.

Look at how beautiful they are. LOOK!!

Oh goodness. I need moneys. A job!! Good, job hunting today. Need to call best friend to come get her phone. You can see the errors with that. Call her house phone, you say? It's blocked.

I have a headache.

My two best dude friends just made blogs, and they treat it like a status update. It's kind of cute, I just have to say. And this is me when I try to do work in the library. Not good.

P.S. I need to clean my room SOOOO badly, but I can't bring myself to do it. I need some motivation. A new dress, maybe?? OH, speaking of which, Gramma bought me a $100 dress for no reason. And....... I didn't even ask for it. :D I'se lucky. In more than one way.

P.P.S. I have your sweater, dude. LAST DAY OF SCHOOL IS TOMORROW!

This is what DREAMS are made of!



I need a graveyard. AND A SCARY MOVIE.

Very scary. And some shots. Scary AND funny.

Good combination.

Gnomie needs to make a reappearance right now.

He would be funny as hell.

I'm definitely on the good ship lollipop.

Someone told me these cars are cool. I think I believe it. They are good luck.

FLOWERBEDS HOPE!!

Sooo. I had the cutest date in the entire world today. Boyfriend took me to get a Henry Winehard we barely drank, and sat in a pretty park parking lot in each other's company. I've gotta say, Boyfriend looks superb in a polo. I wonder if people are just really unlucky, or they are just determined not to find love. I just happened upon mine. I didn't even have to try. It's actually a cute story. It happened in Disneyland, last year.

Last year I joined choir. It was a mixed choir, with everybody and their mothers in it, which made me sad because some people weren't there to sing, they were just there. The first chance I got, which happened to be at semester, I auditioned for Select Treble, and made it in. My first day they were talking about Disneyland, and it just so happened that Choral (the best choir since the Mormon Tabernacle Choir), Advanced Women's, Concert, and Select Treble were getting their funds ready for the debvestation of DISNEYLAND. Needless to say, having never been there and been a princess freak all my life, I used my birthday as an excuse to swindle money from my family and friends.

I scraped up enough to go, and man, was I excited to the max. There was a 16 hour bus drive to Anaheim, California, which is where the Heritage Festival was. The first thing we did was go to a mall to get some food. That sucked, cause 16 hours of little sleep and cramping does some damage to the image. Then we went to our hotel, which was AWESOME (first time ever staying in a hotel too) and finally, the beach. Wow, I had never seen the ocean before then, and let me tell you, it was really interesting looking. I swear, you can see the curvature of the earth. Anyways, I went in the ocean for the first time, and we ate some really good cold food provided by some random church. The next morning was the Heritage Festival, and my group got some high score, I don't remember, and then awards were being given away at DISNEYLAND!!! I about tinkled myself numerous times. My little Disneyland group consisted of band geeks, which consisted of Brooke (not a band geek, but friend of best friend), Scott, Abby, Kryssa, and Paola. The very first ride I went on was the Haunted Mansion. Creepy.

Then, the next day was full Disneyland. No one to tell us what to do or where to go or NUTHIN! So I went on Space Mountain with Brooke and Paola, and then Splash Mountain, then the Teacups, Then I chickened on the Tower of Terror which I regret, and right after I got a Fastpass to California Screamin', I just sat on a fountain and chilled, cause Brooke was taking a pee break, and I needed to calm my nerves before I willingly killed myself on a bad apple looking ride. 

It was then that I saw Scott, who I didn't really know at the time, looking straight at me from across a stream of people. I thought nothing more of it. He then came to sit by me on the fountain, and I don't remember what was said, except that I said next to nothing. I used to be shy around boys. I had never even held anyone's hand. We then went to all go on the California Screamin', but guess what? I had misplaced my ticket, and when everyone was ahead, the lady just said, I'll let you go, this once. And then what did I do? I said NO THANKS and walked away like a fudgetard. Scott later remarked I couldn't handle it, which gives me a personal challenge to this day to ride it every chance I get next year.

Later that evening, we were walking around, and Abby started to hold hands with Scott (in a friendly way, I knew they weren't dating), and Abby told me to hold Scott's other hand. Of course, I did, and giggled a little inside knowing it was the first time I had ever held hands with a boy, and in Disneyland, of all places!

Somehow, the group split up, and Scott and I ended up together, alone. We were told to meet the rest of the group somewhere, but when Scott realized I didn't know where that meeting place was, he took me around the park a little bit, pretending the meeting place was here or there, only admitting to me just recently, a year later, that he was just stalling for more alone time. After a little walking, we sat down on a bench with flowerbeds behind it and he told me he liked me, hence the FLOWERBEDS HOPE!! For some reason, I didn't think he even liked me much and once the magic of Disneyland wore off, he would come to his senses. It was then time to go, and that concluded the last day of Disneyland.

When school started again, after spring break, Scott asked me out that morning. I was wearing white jeans, one of my best friend's shirts, and I felt invincible. The beginning was a little rough, and we've had rough patches that definitely ripped the skin off, but other than that, we are fine and dandy. Another spring break has passed by, marking almost (give or take a month or two) a year mark. Next year, we definitely plan on going on the Disneyland trip together and being attached at the hip. I'm extremely excited. For Disneyland, that is.

Free Postage Stamps.

Perfection isn't perfect until it is imperfect.
                             --J.R.

I guess this means I need to go to AA meetings.

I am a Disneyland addict. I’ve only succumbed to its sweet jollies once, but I am now totally hooked. I want to get married in Disneyland. I plan to be a kid forever. I hope my boyfriend is okay with it, cause it’s going to happen. And if he doesn’t like it, I will totally reconsider the marriage. I want two or three kids, (although I don’t want kids) and their names will be Shaylee Grace, Eden Synnclaire, and Oliver Taylor. They will be adorable. Well behaved, respectful, smart, and happy. Hopefully pretty mellow too. But of course, I’m not having kids. I’m going to give them to the nearest cat lady and yell, “HAHA!!” like Nelson from the Simpsons. I hate sleeping. It’s a waste of time.

I am really tired.

So. I don’t like things that don’t work. Such as cameras with no batteries and no memory card. And computers with slow internet. And people who don’t feel like each other, and a closet full of clothes that are overworn and underloved. I hate “HiFriends” that expect you to come to their social functions and fat people who think they are supermodels. I hate when people blame you for things that you have done, but they don’t know about it, so they shouldn’t be blaming you. I hate when you don’t feel like your best friend even if there isn’t actually a very good reason. I also hate pancakes.