Almost exactly one year ago, I made one of the best decisions of my life.
I decided to do something about my unhappiness with my weight and body, and I joined Weight Watchers. I paid close attention to the food I ate for the first time in my life, and it paid off. By June I had lost 25 pounds, and I was happier than I had been in a very long time.
But then after I got back from Texas in July, I started to go downhill. I allowed myself to start drinking regular soda again, but only every now and then, telling myself that a few wouldn't hurt. That turned into eating fast food again, then I quit going to Weight Watchers meetings and my poor eating habits came back.
Now, six months later, I'm three pounds heavier than I was last January. All of my hard work has disappeared down the drain, and I have nothing to show for it except wearing my "fat" pants again and hating the way I look. When I look in the mirror, I despise the overweight person that stares back at me. And when I look into my closet full of adorable clothes that I can't fit into anymore, it kills me. One glance at the Wii Fit sitting on a shelf in my living room, the same gadget that I've used only twice since buying it, and I vow that I will put that thing to good use and work out. But then I convince myself that I'm too tired or too busy, and the Wii Fit stays put on the shelf.
Every day I regret the poor health decisions I've made in the past few months, but I've kept going every day without doing anything to change it. I kept wishing I could go back to the way I looked six months ago. But then I would go and eat French fries, only to regret it soon after, and then the whole vicious cycle would begin again.
But that all is going to change. It HAS to change. I'm sick of having low self-esteem, and I'm sick of hating my figure. I lost the weight once, and I can certainly lose it again.
Tonight I went to my first Weight Watchers meeting in half a year. And it felt great. My mom is doing the program again, as well as her good friend Marylee. It'll be harder this time around, since I'm living on my own and am responsible for buying my own food and making sure that I stick with it. But I still have a support system in my mom. I know I can do this. I so want to do this.
But I'm going to do it differently this time around. I'm doing it better. Last time, I relied solely on changing my eating habits - I stepped on a treadmill once the whole time I was on the diet. This time, I'm making sure that exercise is very much incorperated into it. Not only do I have the Wii Fit, but I also have free reign of the gym in the rental office in my apartment complex. Plus, when the weather gets warmer, there's Bradley Lake practically next door, with it's pretty walking trail.
I'm also starting a new medication for my migraines, and it's a medication that also happens to double as a weight-loss medication. I wasn't expecting a diet pill when I went searching for a migraine med. But it's a nice perk.
Anyways, my fridge and freezer are now stocked full of healthy food and drinks, and I'm really excited about starting Weight Watchers again. I'm ready for change.
I can do this.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Snow, Sharpies and street signs. Oh my!
Work is so entertaining sometimes.
Today was such a Monday (I know it's really Tuesday, but it was my Monday), and the silliest things were making us all laugh.
But I think this one takes the cake.
Officer over the radio: This is going to be a 3-car 2-car accident.
Me: How the hell do you have a 3-car 2-car accident? What the heck is 3-car 2-car?
Co-Worker: I have no idea what he's talking about.
Me: Did he mean like, 3 cars versus 2 cars?
Co-Worker: Maybe? And maybe that's his way of saying 5, because it's too big a number to say the real way. He has to add them up.
Officer: This is actually going to be 1 car versus a fire hydrant.
Me: What the heck? How do you go from "3-car 2-car" to five cars, then down to one car? And where did the fire hydrant come from?
Co-Worker: Subtraction, maybe? 3 - 2 = 1?
A few minutes later:
Officer: I'll be clear the accident. They've exchanged information.
Me: What the hell? Who exchanged information? The vehicle and the fire hydrant?
Co-Worker: Yeah. The fire hydrant whipped out a sharpie and said to the car "write your number on me".
Also, the woman who called me to say that her daughter "got in an altercation with a stop sign" (AKA she ran the thing over with her car) was pretty entertaining, too.
Seriously, everyone was getting in fights with inanimate objects today. And the inanimate object usually won. Except for the stop sign. May it rest in peace.
I love my job.
And the fact that no one can drive in the snow.
Today was such a Monday (I know it's really Tuesday, but it was my Monday), and the silliest things were making us all laugh.
But I think this one takes the cake.
Officer over the radio: This is going to be a 3-car 2-car accident.
Me: How the hell do you have a 3-car 2-car accident? What the heck is 3-car 2-car?
Co-Worker: I have no idea what he's talking about.
Me: Did he mean like, 3 cars versus 2 cars?
Co-Worker: Maybe? And maybe that's his way of saying 5, because it's too big a number to say the real way. He has to add them up.
Officer: This is actually going to be 1 car versus a fire hydrant.
Me: What the heck? How do you go from "3-car 2-car" to five cars, then down to one car? And where did the fire hydrant come from?
Co-Worker: Subtraction, maybe? 3 - 2 = 1?
A few minutes later:
Officer: I'll be clear the accident. They've exchanged information.
Me: What the hell? Who exchanged information? The vehicle and the fire hydrant?
Co-Worker: Yeah. The fire hydrant whipped out a sharpie and said to the car "write your number on me".
Also, the woman who called me to say that her daughter "got in an altercation with a stop sign" (AKA she ran the thing over with her car) was pretty entertaining, too.
Seriously, everyone was getting in fights with inanimate objects today. And the inanimate object usually won. Except for the stop sign. May it rest in peace.
I love my job.
And the fact that no one can drive in the snow.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Boys Like Girls = Drunken single ladies.
This video just made my entire day:
I assume that they were a little wasted, because Martin wrote this on his blog today:
the remnants of party marty woke up this morning stark naked except for a leather jacket.
Martin Johnson is pretty much my hero.
You heard it here, folks.
Hero status.
I assume that they were a little wasted, because Martin wrote this on his blog today:
the remnants of party marty woke up this morning stark naked except for a leather jacket.
Martin Johnson is pretty much my hero.
You heard it here, folks.
Hero status.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
My mom kicked Kristy Lee Cook's ass.
Yes, it's true. But I will get to that story in a bit.
First, Honor Society is honest-to-God stalking me. Not that I'm complaining. They can stalk me all they want.
But seriously ... first they creeped my Myspace pictures to find my pink guitar, then left me a comment about it.
Now they're creeping my YouTube videos.
I have several videos posted on YouTube of me doing covers of songs. One of the old songs I did was "This Bed Is An Ocean".
So I log on to YouTube today, only to find that I have a three-day-old comment from Honor Society on my old cover! This is what they said:
That was pretty great!! Keep singing - we'll watch out for your next song :)
Only I already have a cover of another one of their songs posted, but that's beside the point.
Honor Society is stalking me. And I love it. :]
And tonight I got a phone call from my mom. She went down to Oregon this weekend to ride her horse (which is currently in training with a world-level trainer that's worth the eight-hour drive). And today she took Kira to a schooling show, just to ride her and get used to the way that Larry has been riding her before the APHA show season starts.
So my mom was at this schooling show, and it turns out that Kristy Lee Cook was also competing. You know, the country singer from the last season of American Idol. Who I didn't like on the show, but changed my mind after I heard her first country single. Yeah, that Kristy.
Anyways, so Kristy was also competing, but only under a different name. I forget what name she used. My mom got to talking with her about horse stuff, and said that Kristy is SUPER nice. And Kristy adores my mom's horse, apparently.
So after my mom and Kristy became buddies (I swear, my mom can befriend anyone), she whooped her ass in all the classes. Haha. My mom said it's very obvious that Kristy does barrel racing.
Yeah ... that's my story for the day. Sorry it sounded more interesting. :]
I'm starving, and I'm going to go get some food. Even though it's almost 11pm. Don't hate.
Oh. Yet another weird MySpace guy:
I don't get it. Why can't I attract normal people? Why does it have to be all the freaks and old guys?!
First, Honor Society is honest-to-God stalking me. Not that I'm complaining. They can stalk me all they want.
But seriously ... first they creeped my Myspace pictures to find my pink guitar, then left me a comment about it.
Now they're creeping my YouTube videos.
I have several videos posted on YouTube of me doing covers of songs. One of the old songs I did was "This Bed Is An Ocean".
So I log on to YouTube today, only to find that I have a three-day-old comment from Honor Society on my old cover! This is what they said:
That was pretty great!! Keep singing - we'll watch out for your next song :)
Only I already have a cover of another one of their songs posted, but that's beside the point.
Honor Society is stalking me. And I love it. :]
And tonight I got a phone call from my mom. She went down to Oregon this weekend to ride her horse (which is currently in training with a world-level trainer that's worth the eight-hour drive). And today she took Kira to a schooling show, just to ride her and get used to the way that Larry has been riding her before the APHA show season starts.
So my mom was at this schooling show, and it turns out that Kristy Lee Cook was also competing. You know, the country singer from the last season of American Idol. Who I didn't like on the show, but changed my mind after I heard her first country single. Yeah, that Kristy.
Anyways, so Kristy was also competing, but only under a different name. I forget what name she used. My mom got to talking with her about horse stuff, and said that Kristy is SUPER nice. And Kristy adores my mom's horse, apparently.
So after my mom and Kristy became buddies (I swear, my mom can befriend anyone), she whooped her ass in all the classes. Haha. My mom said it's very obvious that Kristy does barrel racing.
Yeah ... that's my story for the day. Sorry it sounded more interesting. :]
I'm starving, and I'm going to go get some food. Even though it's almost 11pm. Don't hate.
Oh. Yet another weird MySpace guy:
I don't get it. Why can't I attract normal people? Why does it have to be all the freaks and old guys?!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Things I want to do before I die.
The other day I was thinking about things that I wanted to do in my lifetime, and I started putting a list together. This is what I have so far, and in no way is it complete. But I'll keep thinking of things and do an updated list sometime in the future.
- Go to the top of the Space Needle.
- Learn to tolerate coffee.
- Get my picture taken with the Fremont Troll.
- Attend a Hanson concert.
- Watch the Seahawks win the Superbowl.
- Go to a NASCAR race. Preferably at Bristol.
- Not just meet the Jonas Brothers, but spend a day with them.
- Show at the APHA World Championship show.
- Get a wrist tattoo.
- Be 135lbs. Sometime in my life.
- Learn to play the guitar. The few notes I can play now don’t count.
- Sit in the Jerry Springer audience and chant “JERRY! JERRY!”
- Meet David Cook. And play Scrabble with him, even though he’d kick my ass.
- Be an extra in a movie.
- Fall in love and get married.
- Ice skate in NYC at Christmastime.
- Learn to wakeboard.
- Kick it with “Party Marty” and the rest of Boys Like Girls.
- Ride the “Extreme Scream” at the Puyallup Fair.
- Sing karaoke with Michael Bruno.
- Kiss a guy while standing on the Eiffel Tower.
- Attend a bullfight in Spain.
- Jump in freezing cold water, just for the fun of it.
- Try an “exotic” food - one that you would find on Fear Factor.
- Attend the Kentucky Derby. And wear a ginormous hat.
- Compete on a reality show.
- Ride in a limousine.
- Write a song. A whole song. Rewriting an Honor Society song to make it about fishing does not count.
- Go to the top of the Space Needle.
- Learn to tolerate coffee.
- Get my picture taken with the Fremont Troll.
- Attend a Hanson concert.
- Watch the Seahawks win the Superbowl.
- Go to a NASCAR race. Preferably at Bristol.
- Not just meet the Jonas Brothers, but spend a day with them.
- Show at the APHA World Championship show.
- Get a wrist tattoo.
- Be 135lbs. Sometime in my life.
- Learn to play the guitar. The few notes I can play now don’t count.
- Sit in the Jerry Springer audience and chant “JERRY! JERRY!”
- Meet David Cook. And play Scrabble with him, even though he’d kick my ass.
- Be an extra in a movie.
- Fall in love and get married.
- Ice skate in NYC at Christmastime.
- Learn to wakeboard.
- Kick it with “Party Marty” and the rest of Boys Like Girls.
- Ride the “Extreme Scream” at the Puyallup Fair.
- Sing karaoke with Michael Bruno.
- Kiss a guy while standing on the Eiffel Tower.
- Attend a bullfight in Spain.
- Jump in freezing cold water, just for the fun of it.
- Try an “exotic” food - one that you would find on Fear Factor.
- Attend the Kentucky Derby. And wear a ginormous hat.
- Compete on a reality show.
- Ride in a limousine.
- Write a song. A whole song. Rewriting an Honor Society song to make it about fishing does not count.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Stupid, worthless alarm clock.
Ugh.
I went to take a nap at 3:30 this afternoon and set my alarm for 5:30.
And my alarm didn't go off.
I woke up at 9pm.
Wasted my whole evening. Ugh.
So I'm probably going to be up until like 1:00am to make up for the lost time, and therefore will be super tired when I wake up tomorrow morning.
I should probably invest in a new alarm clock because right now I have to set both my actual alarm clock AND my cell phone alarm clock in case one doesn't go off. Because I've been late to work as the result of my alarm clock failing to go off.
Ugh.
And I just wasted more of my time watching a 9 minute video of Miley Cyrus talking about riding her bike. And her Iron Maiden shirt. I need to find something better to do.
I'm going to go get food.
And then watch American Idol.
And then maybe go throw my alarm clock against the wall. Ooooh, or maybe I'll do what Joe did in their "Killing Time" video and kill my alarm clock with a baseball bat. That sounds like fun. :]
Now where can I get my hands on a baseball bat?
P.S. - After days of thinking it over, I have come to the decision that I'm going to write the proper way and use all correct capitalization. Although I can guarantee you that there's going to be some days that I forget and don't capitalize anything. Oh well. It's the thought that counts, right?
I went to take a nap at 3:30 this afternoon and set my alarm for 5:30.
And my alarm didn't go off.
I woke up at 9pm.
Wasted my whole evening. Ugh.
So I'm probably going to be up until like 1:00am to make up for the lost time, and therefore will be super tired when I wake up tomorrow morning.
I should probably invest in a new alarm clock because right now I have to set both my actual alarm clock AND my cell phone alarm clock in case one doesn't go off. Because I've been late to work as the result of my alarm clock failing to go off.
Ugh.
And I just wasted more of my time watching a 9 minute video of Miley Cyrus talking about riding her bike. And her Iron Maiden shirt. I need to find something better to do.
I'm going to go get food.
And then watch American Idol.
And then maybe go throw my alarm clock against the wall. Ooooh, or maybe I'll do what Joe did in their "Killing Time" video and kill my alarm clock with a baseball bat. That sounds like fun. :]
Now where can I get my hands on a baseball bat?
P.S. - After days of thinking it over, I have come to the decision that I'm going to write the proper way and use all correct capitalization. Although I can guarantee you that there's going to be some days that I forget and don't capitalize anything. Oh well. It's the thought that counts, right?
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
"My Boat's In The Ocean".
Natali and I had some extra time on our hands this afternoon and we were video-chatting, discussing Honor Society and their upcoming CD. My biggest worry, I told her, is that since the Jonas Brothers are co-writing and co-producing, the whole thing is going to be Jonafied. Honor Society is mature, and it shows in their lyrics - "See U in the Dark" is about nakedness, and "This Bed Is An Ocean" is basically about frolicking in bed. For the most part.
And the Jonas Brothers ... well ... they're the Jonas Brothers. They wear purity rings and sing about girls in outer space. And going to the year 3000. For goodness' sake, one of their songs says "kiss the past" when it's SO clearly meant to say "kiss my ass".
So that got us started on this whole I-wonder-what-Jonafied-Honor-Society-lyrics-would-sound-like deal, and we decided to start messing around with the lyrics of "This Bed Is An Ocean" and see if we could steer the idea as far away from sex as possible. And I must say, what we came up with could be a number one hit.
Here is our version of the song:
Afternoon, in a hungry mood,
Just took a refreshing jog.
Need to eat
A few calories,
Just a tiny bit of food .
Cuz I don't wanna be so hungry anymore.
Got my tackle box and
I’m not very far away from shore.
So I think I will go fishing.
I am boarding this here
Tiny boat.
Need an oar and maybe
A GPS,
And of course you by my side.
I want you to fish with me.
I want you to fish with me.
I want you to fish with me.
Cuz my boat’s in the ocean.
Evening comes,
I have caught some fish.
Just enough for me to eat.
The fishies in my tummy
Do not satisfy
I'm still hungry, it's killing me.
Cuz I think I can catch some more for me and you.
I go back in the water, but there
Looks like there's a shark in plain view.
And no longer am I hungry.
Sharkey swims up closer,
It’s over.
Cuz he takes a big bite out of
The boat’s side and
Now it’s sinking.
I want you to rescue me.
I want you to rescue me.
I want you to rescue me.
My boat’s under the ocean.
This was a bad idea.
On the horizon the sun dips down.
I really don’t want to drown
But I’m alone in the ocean.
I'm treading water.
I never thought it could be this cold.
I see nothing around me.
I can't believe I somehow managed to float.
Eventually I was picked
up by the
Coast Guard and I
Almost passed out
Cuz I was so scared.
I permanently wear arm floaties
And I never eat fish anymore.
The beach is out of the question
Cuz I really hate the ocean.
And here is the original song:
And the original lyrics:
Late at night I can't fall asleep
My body's twisting in the sheets
You're the girl I want
I see you in my dreams
I can't wait 'til I fall asleep
Cuz I don't wanna be without you anymore
You're sending mixed signals
I didn't think I was far from shore
Now I'm caught up in the moment
I'm thrown overboard
I'm drowning
Lost without a lifeline
It's high tide
And I am sinking
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
Cuz this bed is an ocean
Morning comes creaping like a theif
Stealing all my dreams from me
The lady in my life
She's just a fantasy
I'm so lonely it's killing me
Cuz I don't wanna be without you anymore
You're sending mixed signals
I didn't think I was far from shore
Now I'm caught up in the moment
I'm thrown overboard
I'm drowning
Lost without a lifeline
It's high tide
And I am sinking
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
Cuz this bed is an ocean
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
Cuz this bed is an ocean
I'm treading water
I never thought it would get this deep
I see you above me
I can't believe it was you who pushed me over
I'm thrown overboard
I'm drowning
Lost without a lifeline
It's high tide
And I am sinking
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
Cuz this bed is an ocean
It was fun, and I have to give ourselves a 10 for creativity. Not everyone can turn a song about sexual things into a song about fishing. AND the new version is also sung to the same music and everything. If I could get through singing it without laughing, I'd record it and put it on YouTube. But I usually lose it halfway through.
Anyways, enjoy. :]
And the Jonas Brothers ... well ... they're the Jonas Brothers. They wear purity rings and sing about girls in outer space. And going to the year 3000. For goodness' sake, one of their songs says "kiss the past" when it's SO clearly meant to say "kiss my ass".
So that got us started on this whole I-wonder-what-Jonafied-Honor-Society-lyrics-would-sound-like deal, and we decided to start messing around with the lyrics of "This Bed Is An Ocean" and see if we could steer the idea as far away from sex as possible. And I must say, what we came up with could be a number one hit.
Here is our version of the song:
Afternoon, in a hungry mood,
Just took a refreshing jog.
Need to eat
A few calories,
Just a tiny bit of food .
Cuz I don't wanna be so hungry anymore.
Got my tackle box and
I’m not very far away from shore.
So I think I will go fishing.
I am boarding this here
Tiny boat.
Need an oar and maybe
A GPS,
And of course you by my side.
I want you to fish with me.
I want you to fish with me.
I want you to fish with me.
Cuz my boat’s in the ocean.
Evening comes,
I have caught some fish.
Just enough for me to eat.
The fishies in my tummy
Do not satisfy
I'm still hungry, it's killing me.
Cuz I think I can catch some more for me and you.
I go back in the water, but there
Looks like there's a shark in plain view.
And no longer am I hungry.
Sharkey swims up closer,
It’s over.
Cuz he takes a big bite out of
The boat’s side and
Now it’s sinking.
I want you to rescue me.
I want you to rescue me.
I want you to rescue me.
My boat’s under the ocean.
This was a bad idea.
On the horizon the sun dips down.
I really don’t want to drown
But I’m alone in the ocean.
I'm treading water.
I never thought it could be this cold.
I see nothing around me.
I can't believe I somehow managed to float.
Eventually I was picked
up by the
Coast Guard and I
Almost passed out
Cuz I was so scared.
I permanently wear arm floaties
And I never eat fish anymore.
The beach is out of the question
Cuz I really hate the ocean.
And here is the original song:
And the original lyrics:
Late at night I can't fall asleep
My body's twisting in the sheets
You're the girl I want
I see you in my dreams
I can't wait 'til I fall asleep
Cuz I don't wanna be without you anymore
You're sending mixed signals
I didn't think I was far from shore
Now I'm caught up in the moment
I'm thrown overboard
I'm drowning
Lost without a lifeline
It's high tide
And I am sinking
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
Cuz this bed is an ocean
Morning comes creaping like a theif
Stealing all my dreams from me
The lady in my life
She's just a fantasy
I'm so lonely it's killing me
Cuz I don't wanna be without you anymore
You're sending mixed signals
I didn't think I was far from shore
Now I'm caught up in the moment
I'm thrown overboard
I'm drowning
Lost without a lifeline
It's high tide
And I am sinking
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
Cuz this bed is an ocean
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
Cuz this bed is an ocean
I'm treading water
I never thought it would get this deep
I see you above me
I can't believe it was you who pushed me over
I'm thrown overboard
I'm drowning
Lost without a lifeline
It's high tide
And I am sinking
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
I want you to rescue me
Cuz this bed is an ocean
It was fun, and I have to give ourselves a 10 for creativity. Not everyone can turn a song about sexual things into a song about fishing. AND the new version is also sung to the same music and everything. If I could get through singing it without laughing, I'd record it and put it on YouTube. But I usually lose it halfway through.
Anyways, enjoy. :]
Monday, January 19, 2009
Life lessons from "Hannah Montana".
I stumbled across a song tonight that is the most inspirational song that I've heard in a long time. With the way that I've been feeling lately about life in general, I really needed a pick-me-up, but I never expected to get it from a song that's in the upcoming Hannah Montana movie.
But, alas, that's exactly where it came from. Miley Cyrus sang "The Climb" at the Presidential Inauguration concert deal tonight, and I immediately had to go look up the lyrics.
It's weird how a song, especially one from a kiddie movie, can put you in a better mood. But it did.
Because it nailed everything. Right. On. The. Head.
I can almost see it, that dream I’m dreaming, but
There’s a voice inside my head saying “You’ll never reach it”.
Every step I’m taking, every move I make feels,
Lost with no direction, my faith is shaking.
But I’ve gotta keep tryin’, gotta keep my head held high.
There’s always gonna be another mountain.
I’m always gonna want to make it move.
Always be an uphill battle.
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose.
Ain’t about how fast I get there.
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side.
It’s the climb.
The struggles I’m facing, the chances I’m taking.
Sometimes might knock me down, but no, I’m not breaking.
And I may not know it, but these are the moments that
I’m gonna remember most, yeah.
Just gotta keep going and I,
I’ve got to be strong.
Just keep pushing on.
There’s always gonna be another mountain.
I’m always gonna want to make it move.
Always be an uphill battle.
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose.
Ain’t about how fast I get there.
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side.
It’s the climb.
There’s always gonna be another mountain.
I’m always gonna want to make it move.
Always be an uphill battle.
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose.
Ain’t about how fast I get there.
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side.
It’s the climb.
Yeahhhhhh.
Keep on movin, keep climbing.
Keep the faith, baby.
It’s all about, it’s all about the climb.
Keep the faith, keep your faith.
Thank you, Miss Montana.
But, alas, that's exactly where it came from. Miley Cyrus sang "The Climb" at the Presidential Inauguration concert deal tonight, and I immediately had to go look up the lyrics.
It's weird how a song, especially one from a kiddie movie, can put you in a better mood. But it did.
Because it nailed everything. Right. On. The. Head.
I can almost see it, that dream I’m dreaming, but
There’s a voice inside my head saying “You’ll never reach it”.
Every step I’m taking, every move I make feels,
Lost with no direction, my faith is shaking.
But I’ve gotta keep tryin’, gotta keep my head held high.
There’s always gonna be another mountain.
I’m always gonna want to make it move.
Always be an uphill battle.
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose.
Ain’t about how fast I get there.
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side.
It’s the climb.
The struggles I’m facing, the chances I’m taking.
Sometimes might knock me down, but no, I’m not breaking.
And I may not know it, but these are the moments that
I’m gonna remember most, yeah.
Just gotta keep going and I,
I’ve got to be strong.
Just keep pushing on.
There’s always gonna be another mountain.
I’m always gonna want to make it move.
Always be an uphill battle.
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose.
Ain’t about how fast I get there.
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side.
It’s the climb.
There’s always gonna be another mountain.
I’m always gonna want to make it move.
Always be an uphill battle.
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose.
Ain’t about how fast I get there.
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side.
It’s the climb.
Yeahhhhhh.
Keep on movin, keep climbing.
Keep the faith, baby.
It’s all about, it’s all about the climb.
Keep the faith, keep your faith.
Thank you, Miss Montana.
"Un[exciting] Sunday Afternoon".
Okay, so I changed the title of the Backstreet Boys' song to better fit this entry. Because that's pretty much what yesterday afternoon was - unexciting. Well, and today, to be honest.
Yesterday I went with my mom and John to the WSPHC year-end awards banquet. WSPHC = Washington State Paint Horse Club, the club that we belong to. Since my mom pretty much kicked ass this year showing, she also pretty much cleaned up at the awards banquet. She won High Point Novice Amateur, High Point Junior Horse, High Point Amateur Halter Mares, and Reserve High Point Open Halter Mares. Her award was this GORGEOUS custom bronze statue that's painted to look like her horse:
The banquet was held at the Little Creek Casino and Resort outside Shelton, so after the banquet was over we headed down to the casino. I had never gambled before, so that was an interesting experience. Thank God my mom and John were there, or else I wouldn't have been able to figure out what to do. Haha. I decided to only put $10 on a ticket, then found a 911 nickel game I wanted to play. You had to line up fire trucks and police cars and stuff. I figured it might be good luck, so my mom and I both sat down and played.
I officially suck at gambling. I have horrible luck. I was down to almost nothing, then won a few dollars back and decided to quit there. So I ended up losing $4.50. John wanted to play, so I got up and let him have my machine. Two spins later, he'd won like $25. WTF. That could have been mine. Oh well. My mom lost all of her money, so I didn't feel so bad. :] The cigarette smoke was AWFUL. I think I still smell like smoke. I was so gross. Oh yeah, and at the buffet table at the banquet, I sliced my finger open on the HANDLE of a knife. No joke. There was a sliver of metal sticking out on the handle, and I cut my thumb on it. Even more proof that I have bad luck.
After the banquet, I went back to my parents' house and spent some time with my horse. I wish I had the extra money to board her somewhere closer to my apartment, but I don't. So I don't get to see her much. Yesterday I took her out and practiced Showmanship with her for a while. The thing that I absolutely adore about Cici is no matter how long she's been sitting in a pasture, out of the show ring, she doesn't lose her Showmanship skill. I could honestly throw her into a Showmanship class right now, and she would do well. Well, minus the fact that she's filthy dirty and out of shape. But she's just as good at Showmanship as she was five years ago when I was showing her.
So I pulled her out of the stall and practiced with her for a while, then took some pictures with both Cici [despite the fact that she's covered in mud] and my mom. But not at the same time. :] Then my mom took a couple pictures of Cici and I. Here are some of the pictures:
My beautiful Mommy and me:
This was supposed to be a serious picture, Mom:
Cheeeeeeesin' it:
Like mother, like daughter:
She was digging for gold, and I was helping:
This is my "OMFG, you're so muddy" face:
Cici was so not into the photoshoot:
Cici is still not happy:
I always wanted one of these pictures. Maybe I'll bathe her next time:
Despite what people say, I still believe that I look nothing like my mom. I wish I did. I want her nose. Instead, I got a nose that looks more like Cici's. :/ And don't even tell me that our eyebrows are the same shape, or something like that. Because she had hers tattooed on. :]
So anyways, then I drove back home to Puyallup, and video-chatted with Natali for a while. Then I watched "My Best Friend's Girl". And today I haven't done much of anything. I need to do laundry, and I have to run to Walmart in a little while.
Such an exciting life I lead. :]
Oh, and martinsays.com is officially my favorite website ever. I really want to be Martin Johnson's biffle. Today's complete entry from martinsays.com:
January 19, 2009 - 3 hours ago
i’m not gonna wear underwear anymore.
<3
Edit: I've discovered that I have an important decision to make. I've noticed that in some of my blog entries, I use the correct capitalization of words. Like this one. Then in some, everything is lowercase. I am not happy with this infrequency. This must change. I will let you know at a later time what my decision is, because it will be a difficult one. :]
Yesterday I went with my mom and John to the WSPHC year-end awards banquet. WSPHC = Washington State Paint Horse Club, the club that we belong to. Since my mom pretty much kicked ass this year showing, she also pretty much cleaned up at the awards banquet. She won High Point Novice Amateur, High Point Junior Horse, High Point Amateur Halter Mares, and Reserve High Point Open Halter Mares. Her award was this GORGEOUS custom bronze statue that's painted to look like her horse:
The banquet was held at the Little Creek Casino and Resort outside Shelton, so after the banquet was over we headed down to the casino. I had never gambled before, so that was an interesting experience. Thank God my mom and John were there, or else I wouldn't have been able to figure out what to do. Haha. I decided to only put $10 on a ticket, then found a 911 nickel game I wanted to play. You had to line up fire trucks and police cars and stuff. I figured it might be good luck, so my mom and I both sat down and played.
I officially suck at gambling. I have horrible luck. I was down to almost nothing, then won a few dollars back and decided to quit there. So I ended up losing $4.50. John wanted to play, so I got up and let him have my machine. Two spins later, he'd won like $25. WTF. That could have been mine. Oh well. My mom lost all of her money, so I didn't feel so bad. :] The cigarette smoke was AWFUL. I think I still smell like smoke. I was so gross. Oh yeah, and at the buffet table at the banquet, I sliced my finger open on the HANDLE of a knife. No joke. There was a sliver of metal sticking out on the handle, and I cut my thumb on it. Even more proof that I have bad luck.
After the banquet, I went back to my parents' house and spent some time with my horse. I wish I had the extra money to board her somewhere closer to my apartment, but I don't. So I don't get to see her much. Yesterday I took her out and practiced Showmanship with her for a while. The thing that I absolutely adore about Cici is no matter how long she's been sitting in a pasture, out of the show ring, she doesn't lose her Showmanship skill. I could honestly throw her into a Showmanship class right now, and she would do well. Well, minus the fact that she's filthy dirty and out of shape. But she's just as good at Showmanship as she was five years ago when I was showing her.
So I pulled her out of the stall and practiced with her for a while, then took some pictures with both Cici [despite the fact that she's covered in mud] and my mom. But not at the same time. :] Then my mom took a couple pictures of Cici and I. Here are some of the pictures:
My beautiful Mommy and me:
This was supposed to be a serious picture, Mom:
Cheeeeeeesin' it:
Like mother, like daughter:
She was digging for gold, and I was helping:
This is my "OMFG, you're so muddy" face:
Cici was so not into the photoshoot:
Cici is still not happy:
I always wanted one of these pictures. Maybe I'll bathe her next time:
Despite what people say, I still believe that I look nothing like my mom. I wish I did. I want her nose. Instead, I got a nose that looks more like Cici's. :/ And don't even tell me that our eyebrows are the same shape, or something like that. Because she had hers tattooed on. :]
So anyways, then I drove back home to Puyallup, and video-chatted with Natali for a while. Then I watched "My Best Friend's Girl". And today I haven't done much of anything. I need to do laundry, and I have to run to Walmart in a little while.
Such an exciting life I lead. :]
Oh, and martinsays.com is officially my favorite website ever. I really want to be Martin Johnson's biffle. Today's complete entry from martinsays.com:
January 19, 2009 - 3 hours ago
i’m not gonna wear underwear anymore.
<3
Edit: I've discovered that I have an important decision to make. I've noticed that in some of my blog entries, I use the correct capitalization of words. Like this one. Then in some, everything is lowercase. I am not happy with this infrequency. This must change. I will let you know at a later time what my decision is, because it will be a difficult one. :]
Sunday, January 18, 2009
would you like some cheese with that WHINE?
i'm bored out of my mind.
i took vicoden and couldn't leave the house since i couldn't drive.
so for the past several hours, i've been making my own ringtones. i know, such a glorious life i lead. haha. but the ringtones i buy from verizon are crap because i have to have them sent to my phone from the website, and somehow they get all distorted. so i decided to goof around and make my own ringtones, and the sound is crystal clear. so i replaced all my old ringtones that i'd spent money on with free ones. wonderful. and i made a ton more. so now i have like 50 ringtones. haha.
tomorrow (well ... this morning) i have to drive to yelm at 8am, then ride to shelton with my parents for my mom's WSPHC year-end awards banquet. i don't want to go, and i know my back is going to be killing me like it was all day today. but i missed my mom's other banquets, so i have to go to this one.
i had the best day at work in a very long time on friday. somehow i managed to do almost everything right. lately, i've been so stressed, and was starting to think that i was a big screw-up. seriously, it was horrible. there was one day last week that i was so frustrated with myself that i had to go to the bathroom three times and cry, just to let it all out. and it was because of stupid stuff. my trainer was getting hammered on the radio she was working, so she was stressed, and she was taking it out on me. when i first started, i breezed through everything. i was lightyears ahead of where i should have been, and everything was amazing. now, i've plateaued and i'm not getting anywhere, even though i've been trying really hard. it doesn't help that i've been bouncing around from trainer to trainer since my regular trainer had surgery, but that's no excuse. now i really have to bust my ass and keep everything together, because i do NOT want to fail. i don't fail at anything - i don't allow myself to. i can't fail at this. if i do, my whole life will fall apart.
two months ago, i was so happy with my life and the way things were going. things were great. now, not so much. i'm lonely, and i'm sick of all my friends and family living so far away. i'm always in pain, because of my stupid back. and i'm always tired, because i can only get about 4 hours of sleep maximum per night because of my back - i toss and turn in my sleep normally, but now it will tweak my back and i'll wake up in pain, then can't get back to sleep. i haven't had a guy in my life in ages, and just when i'm finally interested in someone, he's out of the picture. or at least it seems like it is. i don't know. i don't know how to fix things - and i'm not just talking about things with J, but everything else that's going wrong, too. it's not like i can say "my mistake, i want to move back to olympia". that's not an option. but don't get me wrong ... i love my apartment, and i love my job (and i do really like it - i'd just like it more if i didn't suck at it right now). i judt wish that both of them were in olympia, or somewhere closer to everyone else.
and i'm so frustrated with my weight. i worked my ass off for six months, sticking to a diet for the first time in my life. i rarely ever strayed from it until the world show in july. then it was like i just gave up. now, i've gained back every single one of the 25 pounds that i had lost. and then tacked on one more. i'm so sick of being fat, and i want to change. i did it once before, and i'm sure i can do it again, but it's going to be a billion times harder this time. i'm not living at home anymore, and i don't have my mom to buy my food for me. she's not there to tell me to put the unhealthy cereal back on the shelf at the store. my support system is gone, and i'm not sure that i have enough will power to do it on my own. i know i'm being a negative nancy, but i just know myself, and know that i probably won't stick to it if i'm the only person doing it.
okay, i think that's enough whining for one night. i need to try to get some sleep.
i took vicoden and couldn't leave the house since i couldn't drive.
so for the past several hours, i've been making my own ringtones. i know, such a glorious life i lead. haha. but the ringtones i buy from verizon are crap because i have to have them sent to my phone from the website, and somehow they get all distorted. so i decided to goof around and make my own ringtones, and the sound is crystal clear. so i replaced all my old ringtones that i'd spent money on with free ones. wonderful. and i made a ton more. so now i have like 50 ringtones. haha.
tomorrow (well ... this morning) i have to drive to yelm at 8am, then ride to shelton with my parents for my mom's WSPHC year-end awards banquet. i don't want to go, and i know my back is going to be killing me like it was all day today. but i missed my mom's other banquets, so i have to go to this one.
i had the best day at work in a very long time on friday. somehow i managed to do almost everything right. lately, i've been so stressed, and was starting to think that i was a big screw-up. seriously, it was horrible. there was one day last week that i was so frustrated with myself that i had to go to the bathroom three times and cry, just to let it all out. and it was because of stupid stuff. my trainer was getting hammered on the radio she was working, so she was stressed, and she was taking it out on me. when i first started, i breezed through everything. i was lightyears ahead of where i should have been, and everything was amazing. now, i've plateaued and i'm not getting anywhere, even though i've been trying really hard. it doesn't help that i've been bouncing around from trainer to trainer since my regular trainer had surgery, but that's no excuse. now i really have to bust my ass and keep everything together, because i do NOT want to fail. i don't fail at anything - i don't allow myself to. i can't fail at this. if i do, my whole life will fall apart.
two months ago, i was so happy with my life and the way things were going. things were great. now, not so much. i'm lonely, and i'm sick of all my friends and family living so far away. i'm always in pain, because of my stupid back. and i'm always tired, because i can only get about 4 hours of sleep maximum per night because of my back - i toss and turn in my sleep normally, but now it will tweak my back and i'll wake up in pain, then can't get back to sleep. i haven't had a guy in my life in ages, and just when i'm finally interested in someone, he's out of the picture. or at least it seems like it is. i don't know. i don't know how to fix things - and i'm not just talking about things with J, but everything else that's going wrong, too. it's not like i can say "my mistake, i want to move back to olympia". that's not an option. but don't get me wrong ... i love my apartment, and i love my job (and i do really like it - i'd just like it more if i didn't suck at it right now). i judt wish that both of them were in olympia, or somewhere closer to everyone else.
and i'm so frustrated with my weight. i worked my ass off for six months, sticking to a diet for the first time in my life. i rarely ever strayed from it until the world show in july. then it was like i just gave up. now, i've gained back every single one of the 25 pounds that i had lost. and then tacked on one more. i'm so sick of being fat, and i want to change. i did it once before, and i'm sure i can do it again, but it's going to be a billion times harder this time. i'm not living at home anymore, and i don't have my mom to buy my food for me. she's not there to tell me to put the unhealthy cereal back on the shelf at the store. my support system is gone, and i'm not sure that i have enough will power to do it on my own. i know i'm being a negative nancy, but i just know myself, and know that i probably won't stick to it if i'm the only person doing it.
okay, i think that's enough whining for one night. i need to try to get some sleep.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Concert whore.
I always find myself forgetting who I've seen in concert, so I decided to make a list. I'm sure there are a few people that I missed, and if I remember them I will add them to the list. And I'm only going back a few years, because I honestly can't remember anyone from before 2004-ish. Haha.
PERFORMERS I'VE SEEN IN THE PAST FIVE YEARS:
Kenny Chesney - 4 times (2004, 2006, 2007 & 2008)
Boys Like Girls - 2 times (2008 x2)
Big & Rich - 2 times (2006 & 2007)
Rascal Flatts - 2 times (2004 & 2007)
Blake Lewis - 2 times (2007 x2)
Jonas Brothers (Late 2007)
Daughtry (2007)
Fall Out Boy (2008)
Metro Station (2008)
The Maine (2008)
Good Charlotte (2008)
Pink (2006)
Rihanna (2006)
All-American Rejects (2006)
Dierks Bentley (2006)
Brooks & Dunn (2007)
Sugarland (2007)
Gretchen Wilson (2006)
LeAnn Rimes (2008)
Sara Evans (2007)
Stephen Kellogg & the Sixers (2007)
Jon McLaughlin (2007)
Colbie Callait (2007)
Sean Kingston (2007)
OneRepublic (2007)
Timbaland (2007)
Keri Hilson (2007)
Teddy Geiger (2006)
Aly & AJ (2006)
Nick Lachey (2006)
Ashley Parker Angel (2006)
Pat Green (2007)
Blaine Larsen (2006)
Uncle Kracker (2004)
Chris Cagle (2008)
Terri Clark (2004?)
Darryl Worley (2004?)
PERFORMERS I'VE SEEN IN THE PAST FIVE YEARS:
Kenny Chesney - 4 times (2004, 2006, 2007 & 2008)
Boys Like Girls - 2 times (2008 x2)
Big & Rich - 2 times (2006 & 2007)
Rascal Flatts - 2 times (2004 & 2007)
Blake Lewis - 2 times (2007 x2)
Jonas Brothers (Late 2007)
Daughtry (2007)
Fall Out Boy (2008)
Metro Station (2008)
The Maine (2008)
Good Charlotte (2008)
Pink (2006)
Rihanna (2006)
All-American Rejects (2006)
Dierks Bentley (2006)
Brooks & Dunn (2007)
Sugarland (2007)
Gretchen Wilson (2006)
LeAnn Rimes (2008)
Sara Evans (2007)
Stephen Kellogg & the Sixers (2007)
Jon McLaughlin (2007)
Colbie Callait (2007)
Sean Kingston (2007)
OneRepublic (2007)
Timbaland (2007)
Keri Hilson (2007)
Teddy Geiger (2006)
Aly & AJ (2006)
Nick Lachey (2006)
Ashley Parker Angel (2006)
Pat Green (2007)
Blaine Larsen (2006)
Uncle Kracker (2004)
Chris Cagle (2008)
Terri Clark (2004?)
Darryl Worley (2004?)
Thursday, January 15, 2009
"Gimme More" - numero tres.
For the time being, I've decided to stop saying "week three" for this list, since I don't do it every week (like I should). Hopefully that will change. :]
1. CURRENT TV SHOWS.
The TV shows that are on right now are pretty much my favorites. Rarely do I have a show to watch almost every weeknight, but this time of the year, I do.
Gossip Girl, American Idol, CSI and Grey’s Anatomy.
Stuck up bitches and hot guys. Amazing singers and amazingly horrible auditions. Blood and guts, forensic-style. More blood and guts, plus hot doctors.
It doesn’t get much better than that.
Oh yeah, and I’m pretty much already in love with Jason Castro’s little brother on American Idol. Even though I despised Jason last season. But Michael is adorable.
It must be the pink hair and the Gavin DeGraw song. :]
2. HONOR SOCIETY.
Performing "Don't Close the Book" (with the Jonas Brothers):
If you’ve never heard of this band, then I consider you unlucky. They’re awesome.
I liked Honor Society before it was cool to like Honor Society. Before they began to sweep the nation. They are yet another thing that Natali got me into, and she and I have always said that they are the next big thing. And they are well on their way to becoming just that.
They’re like an older, more talented, more risqué Jonas Brothers, who they just happen to be opening for. While the guys of Honor Society are longtime friends of the Jonai (the drummer for Honor Society even used to be the Jonas Brothers’ drummer), their music is completely different. Their biggest song, “See U In the Dark”, is about sex and nakedness. Their sound is far from Disney boy-band. And unlike JB, the Honor Society gentleman can sing well live.
Don’t get me wrong - I adore the Jonas Brothers. Anyone who knows me knows that. But, in my opinion, Honor Society is even better than the Disney trio. You heard it here - HS is going to be HUUUUUGE. Mark my words.
AND I was lucky enough to get a comment from them on Myspace this week. They gain more fans each and every day, and they’re commenting less fans now. But I left them a comment about coming to Washington (where they’ve never done a show) and this is what they wrote back:
“we really REALLY want to get to WA for some shows...and I think there's a good chance of that happening, so stay tuned for info about our touring schedule!
your pink Stratocaster is hot. Nice :)”
Which means that Honor Society totally checked out my pictures! Because nowhere in my comment to them did I mention having a pink guitar, nor is there anything on my profile about it. In order to find out I have a pink guitar, you’d have to go to the second page of one of my photo albums. So that’s awesome that they took the time to actually look through my pictures. :]
Okay, teeniebopper moment over. Their first full-length album should drop this year. And I cannot wait. They’re going to “TAKEOVER”.
My heart’s in a battle
I’m not sure I can win.
I’m losing control of my love.
I should’ve been a stronger man,
Should’ve been your soldier.
But I chose to wave my white flag
And let her takeover now.
3. SUITE DREAMS.
I absolutely adore “chick lit” - the literature equivalent of chick flicks. Rachel Hawthorne is one of my favorite chick lit authors, and her newest book, Suite Dreams, does not disappoint. I read it in just a few hours, and couldn’t put it down.
The book is centered around Alyssa, a freshman at a college in Vermont. Her boyfriend, Rick, breaks up with her just before winter break and jets off to Australia to “couch surf” - instead of staying in a hotel for the vacay, he crashes on someone’s couch. Unbeknownst to Alyssa, Rick swapped couches with a hot Australian named Jude, and not only does Alyssa pepper-spray Jude when they first meet, but he also ends up having to sleep on her couch because Rick failed to tell anyone that he was coming.
It’s cheesy and predictable, but sometimes those are the best books. It was adorable and I loved it, just like I loved every other book that Rachel has written.
4. WEBCAMS.
I just got a webcam. And it’s amazing.
Natali and I finally have an easy way to talk. And I can upload videos to YouTube easier. Haha, just what I need - to make more YouTube videos.
That’s really all I have to say about that.
5. 365 PROJECT.
The one new year’s resolution that I have actually kept.
When I was writing my end-of-the-year blog, I realized that I couldn’t remember a lot of stuff that I did during the year. I had a difficult time remembering details, and I don’t want that to happen this year.
So I decided to do the 365 Project, which requires you to take one photo every day for an entire year. I believe that a photo really is worth a thousand words, and even though not every photo this year will be memorable, many of them will be. Plus, it requires me to carry my camera with me, so I can make sure that if a Kodak moment comes my way, I’ll be able to capture it.
Ash is doing the project with me, and she has already proven to be an amazing support system. I’ve never been able to keep a resolution for the whole year, and I’m determined to finish this project.
I know I can do this.
CLICK HERE TO SEE THE FULL ALBUM ON MYSPACE.
1. CURRENT TV SHOWS.
The TV shows that are on right now are pretty much my favorites. Rarely do I have a show to watch almost every weeknight, but this time of the year, I do.
Gossip Girl, American Idol, CSI and Grey’s Anatomy.
Stuck up bitches and hot guys. Amazing singers and amazingly horrible auditions. Blood and guts, forensic-style. More blood and guts, plus hot doctors.
It doesn’t get much better than that.
Oh yeah, and I’m pretty much already in love with Jason Castro’s little brother on American Idol. Even though I despised Jason last season. But Michael is adorable.
It must be the pink hair and the Gavin DeGraw song. :]
2. HONOR SOCIETY.
Performing "Don't Close the Book" (with the Jonas Brothers):
If you’ve never heard of this band, then I consider you unlucky. They’re awesome.
I liked Honor Society before it was cool to like Honor Society. Before they began to sweep the nation. They are yet another thing that Natali got me into, and she and I have always said that they are the next big thing. And they are well on their way to becoming just that.
They’re like an older, more talented, more risqué Jonas Brothers, who they just happen to be opening for. While the guys of Honor Society are longtime friends of the Jonai (the drummer for Honor Society even used to be the Jonas Brothers’ drummer), their music is completely different. Their biggest song, “See U In the Dark”, is about sex and nakedness. Their sound is far from Disney boy-band. And unlike JB, the Honor Society gentleman can sing well live.
Don’t get me wrong - I adore the Jonas Brothers. Anyone who knows me knows that. But, in my opinion, Honor Society is even better than the Disney trio. You heard it here - HS is going to be HUUUUUGE. Mark my words.
AND I was lucky enough to get a comment from them on Myspace this week. They gain more fans each and every day, and they’re commenting less fans now. But I left them a comment about coming to Washington (where they’ve never done a show) and this is what they wrote back:
“we really REALLY want to get to WA for some shows...and I think there's a good chance of that happening, so stay tuned for info about our touring schedule!
your pink Stratocaster is hot. Nice :)”
Which means that Honor Society totally checked out my pictures! Because nowhere in my comment to them did I mention having a pink guitar, nor is there anything on my profile about it. In order to find out I have a pink guitar, you’d have to go to the second page of one of my photo albums. So that’s awesome that they took the time to actually look through my pictures. :]
Okay, teeniebopper moment over. Their first full-length album should drop this year. And I cannot wait. They’re going to “TAKEOVER”.
My heart’s in a battle
I’m not sure I can win.
I’m losing control of my love.
I should’ve been a stronger man,
Should’ve been your soldier.
But I chose to wave my white flag
And let her takeover now.
3. SUITE DREAMS.
I absolutely adore “chick lit” - the literature equivalent of chick flicks. Rachel Hawthorne is one of my favorite chick lit authors, and her newest book, Suite Dreams, does not disappoint. I read it in just a few hours, and couldn’t put it down.
The book is centered around Alyssa, a freshman at a college in Vermont. Her boyfriend, Rick, breaks up with her just before winter break and jets off to Australia to “couch surf” - instead of staying in a hotel for the vacay, he crashes on someone’s couch. Unbeknownst to Alyssa, Rick swapped couches with a hot Australian named Jude, and not only does Alyssa pepper-spray Jude when they first meet, but he also ends up having to sleep on her couch because Rick failed to tell anyone that he was coming.
It’s cheesy and predictable, but sometimes those are the best books. It was adorable and I loved it, just like I loved every other book that Rachel has written.
4. WEBCAMS.
I just got a webcam. And it’s amazing.
Natali and I finally have an easy way to talk. And I can upload videos to YouTube easier. Haha, just what I need - to make more YouTube videos.
That’s really all I have to say about that.
5. 365 PROJECT.
The one new year’s resolution that I have actually kept.
When I was writing my end-of-the-year blog, I realized that I couldn’t remember a lot of stuff that I did during the year. I had a difficult time remembering details, and I don’t want that to happen this year.
So I decided to do the 365 Project, which requires you to take one photo every day for an entire year. I believe that a photo really is worth a thousand words, and even though not every photo this year will be memorable, many of them will be. Plus, it requires me to carry my camera with me, so I can make sure that if a Kodak moment comes my way, I’ll be able to capture it.
Ash is doing the project with me, and she has already proven to be an amazing support system. I’ve never been able to keep a resolution for the whole year, and I’m determined to finish this project.
I know I can do this.
CLICK HERE TO SEE THE FULL ALBUM ON MYSPACE.
Friday, January 9, 2009
"what happens in vegas".
is fricking fantastic.
i'd never seen that movie before, and i watched it tonight.
it's amazing. one of my new favorites.
ashton kutcher is the sex.
demi's a lucky bitch.
the end.
oh, side note: when i started this blog, i vowed to write in it constantly. every day if i could. but between the time i started it in july to the end of the year, i'd only made 26 entries. i failed.
i'm proud to say that in the first nine days of the new year, i've already made five entries.
in the words of brenda song, yay me!
okay, NOW it's the end.
i'd never seen that movie before, and i watched it tonight.
it's amazing. one of my new favorites.
ashton kutcher is the sex.
demi's a lucky bitch.
the end.
oh, side note: when i started this blog, i vowed to write in it constantly. every day if i could. but between the time i started it in july to the end of the year, i'd only made 26 entries. i failed.
i'm proud to say that in the first nine days of the new year, i've already made five entries.
in the words of brenda song, yay me!
okay, NOW it's the end.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
ring the [fire] alarm. ugh.
This has been the most uninteresting week. For real.
I've been in a training class for work - Telecommunicator I. Basic call receiving. It's a good class, very informative, but so boring. But there's nothing I can do about that.
Missy and I were carpooling together, having been denied hotel rooms when we asked a month ago because Puyallup is too close to Burien. But after spending three hours in traffic on both Monday and Tuesday, we asked Mark again to let us stay in a hotel and he agreed. So last night we stayed at the Clarion, and we'll be staying here again tonight.
Last night, Missy and I went to The Cheesecake Factory in Tukwila. I'd never been there before, but it was amazing. Justin met us there, and so did Missy's boyfriend, Sean, who is a cop in Seattle. It was an entertaining evening, with fantastic food and the BEST CHEESECAKE I'VE EVER HAD. Peanut butter cup fudge ripple. Seriously, it was like death on a plate. Death by sugar overdose. It was amazing.
Back at the hotel, Justin and I were hanging out when the freaking fire alarm went off. At MIDNIGHT. And it was pouring rain outside, and overall just a horrible experience. On the bright side, Justin is going to take me on a real date. Or so he says.
So right now I'm chilling at the hotel with Missy, watching "The Devil Wears Prada". I think we're going to The Cheesecake Factory again. Ugh, I'm effing hooked. And I so love this movie.
Tommorrow we have the T1 exam, and I'm starting to stress about it. I hate tests. I suck at tests. I'm sure I'll be up until the wee hours of the morning studying. Yay.
On the bright side, I have the weekend off. Hooray!
And 100-calorie strawberry yogurt Chex packs are LOVE. FYI.
I've been in a training class for work - Telecommunicator I. Basic call receiving. It's a good class, very informative, but so boring. But there's nothing I can do about that.
Missy and I were carpooling together, having been denied hotel rooms when we asked a month ago because Puyallup is too close to Burien. But after spending three hours in traffic on both Monday and Tuesday, we asked Mark again to let us stay in a hotel and he agreed. So last night we stayed at the Clarion, and we'll be staying here again tonight.
Last night, Missy and I went to The Cheesecake Factory in Tukwila. I'd never been there before, but it was amazing. Justin met us there, and so did Missy's boyfriend, Sean, who is a cop in Seattle. It was an entertaining evening, with fantastic food and the BEST CHEESECAKE I'VE EVER HAD. Peanut butter cup fudge ripple. Seriously, it was like death on a plate. Death by sugar overdose. It was amazing.
Back at the hotel, Justin and I were hanging out when the freaking fire alarm went off. At MIDNIGHT. And it was pouring rain outside, and overall just a horrible experience. On the bright side, Justin is going to take me on a real date. Or so he says.
So right now I'm chilling at the hotel with Missy, watching "The Devil Wears Prada". I think we're going to The Cheesecake Factory again. Ugh, I'm effing hooked. And I so love this movie.
Tommorrow we have the T1 exam, and I'm starting to stress about it. I hate tests. I suck at tests. I'm sure I'll be up until the wee hours of the morning studying. Yay.
On the bright side, I have the weekend off. Hooray!
And 100-calorie strawberry yogurt Chex packs are LOVE. FYI.
Monday, January 5, 2009
OUCHHHH. plus more freaks.
Time to rant again. It makes me feel better.
I'm currently laying in bed, with my laptop balanced on my stomach, stealing my neighbor's wireless internet, waiting for the vicoden to kick in.
My back hurts SO FUCKING BAD, you have no idea.
I still have no idea what I did to re-injure it. But I did. And it sucks.
So, backstory [no pun intended] - I injured my back five years ago when I fell off Cici during my last jumping class at the Thurston County Fair and did a header into the fence. The same accident that broke my wrist. And it's hurt ever since then, but only a dull, manageable pain.
About three and a half weeks ago, it started to hurt again. I'd sit all day at work and by the time i got home, I'd be in so much pain that I couldn't do anything except lie down. Even standing up hurt.
Last Sunday, while at work, the pain was so bad that it was making me sick, and I was throwing up. So I went to a doctor at a walk-in clinic since I don't have a regular doctor in Puyallup yet. He poked and prodded for a few minutes, told me it might be a pinched nerve and sent me home with a shitload of drugs and made me take two days off work to rest.
But now I've started to wake up in pain, and I'm having trouble sleeping - I'm getting like three hours of sleep per night. And the pain is starting to creep down my left leg, especially when I walk or lift my leg.
I still have no idea what's wrong. I'm seeing a spine specialist on the 23rd, and I'm praying to God that whatever it ends up being, it doesn't require surgery.
I hate this. So much. It's so frustrating.
I missed Christmas with my mom's side of the family because I was at the doctor's office.
And today was AWFUL - not only was I sitting in class all day, but it was a 90-minute drive each way. Which sucked balls. Even the five-minute trip to the dispatch center hurts. Three hours in a car was torture. And I have to do that for the next four days.
Kill me now? Thanks.
P.S. - Off-topic, but the creepy Myspace people are at it again. WHAT. THE. FUCKKKKKK. Why me?
I'm currently laying in bed, with my laptop balanced on my stomach, stealing my neighbor's wireless internet, waiting for the vicoden to kick in.
My back hurts SO FUCKING BAD, you have no idea.
I still have no idea what I did to re-injure it. But I did. And it sucks.
So, backstory [no pun intended] - I injured my back five years ago when I fell off Cici during my last jumping class at the Thurston County Fair and did a header into the fence. The same accident that broke my wrist. And it's hurt ever since then, but only a dull, manageable pain.
About three and a half weeks ago, it started to hurt again. I'd sit all day at work and by the time i got home, I'd be in so much pain that I couldn't do anything except lie down. Even standing up hurt.
Last Sunday, while at work, the pain was so bad that it was making me sick, and I was throwing up. So I went to a doctor at a walk-in clinic since I don't have a regular doctor in Puyallup yet. He poked and prodded for a few minutes, told me it might be a pinched nerve and sent me home with a shitload of drugs and made me take two days off work to rest.
But now I've started to wake up in pain, and I'm having trouble sleeping - I'm getting like three hours of sleep per night. And the pain is starting to creep down my left leg, especially when I walk or lift my leg.
I still have no idea what's wrong. I'm seeing a spine specialist on the 23rd, and I'm praying to God that whatever it ends up being, it doesn't require surgery.
I hate this. So much. It's so frustrating.
I missed Christmas with my mom's side of the family because I was at the doctor's office.
And today was AWFUL - not only was I sitting in class all day, but it was a 90-minute drive each way. Which sucked balls. Even the five-minute trip to the dispatch center hurts. Three hours in a car was torture. And I have to do that for the next four days.
Kill me now? Thanks.
P.S. - Off-topic, but the creepy Myspace people are at it again. WHAT. THE. FUCKKKKKK. Why me?
Saturday, January 3, 2009
redneck hugh hefner?
i get messages from the creepiest people on myspace.
seriously, i think something about me attracts all the scary men.
what the fuck is wrong with me?
i mean, i know i'm not the best catch, but i don't deserve messages like this:
what. the. hell.
that scares me.
he's like 60.
i'm 21.
he's like the redneck wanna-be hugh hefner.
i also frequently get messages from army guys who want me to come "party" with them in their barracks.
that's not normal.
okay, rant over.
seriously, i think something about me attracts all the scary men.
what the fuck is wrong with me?
i mean, i know i'm not the best catch, but i don't deserve messages like this:
what. the. hell.
that scares me.
he's like 60.
i'm 21.
he's like the redneck wanna-be hugh hefner.
i also frequently get messages from army guys who want me to come "party" with them in their barracks.
that's not normal.
okay, rant over.
oh hello, 2009. you snuck up on me.
THE BEST AND WORST OF 2008.
I meant to get this posted before the start of the new year, but it took too long to write. I apolgize in advance for how insanely long it is.
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NEW YEAR’S: New Year’s Eve 2007 didn’t start off very well – I ended up getting into a huge fight with my mom. I was hanging out at Kory’s house in Lakewood, and my mom made me drive all the way back to Yelm (about 40 minutes) to feed the horses. Then I had to drive all the way back to Lakewood to celebrate at midnight with Kory and his family, then I had to drive all the way back to Yelm. My mom had threatened to kick me out of their house, where I was living at the time, if I didn’t feed the horses. Stupid, really, but I had no choice. Kory was leaving for school in Utah on New Year’s day, so I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. Eventually things calmed down between my mom and I, and I ended up having a really good New Year’s.
MY RESOLUTION: I decided that as my New Year’s resolution, I wanted to cut out Mountain Dew. That sooned turned into cutting out all regular soda (anyone who knows me knows that I was a soda addict, so limiting myself to diet pop was a pretty big step). By the middle of January, it had turned into a full-on diet. My mom and I joined Weight Watchers, and in six months we’d each lost about 25 pounds. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be, especially with Madre doing it too. I didn’t even work out while I was dieting – I stepped on a treadmill once. I can only imagine how much more I could have lost if I would have exercised more. But I eventually fell off the wagon, and I’ve gained all the weight back. It’s horrible – all that hard work for nothing. I feel like a failure. But I’m determined to try again. My cost of living adjustment will give me about $150 extra per month, and I’ve decided to put a chunk of that towards the Weight Watchers fee. I did it once … I can certainly do it again.
VALENTINE’S DAY: Yet another one spent by myself. I wasn’t in a single relationship this year. Sure, I dated, but it was never anything serious. I focused instead on work, and my family and friends. I’m hoping this year will be different. I’ve never had a successful relationship, and I would like to change that. However, I’m not going to go out looking for Prince Charming. He can find me. :]
MY TWIN, NATALI: Beginning in March, I really started focusing on my writing. I started posting some of my work online, and one of my readers happened to be a girl named Natali. She was also an extremely talented writer, and she also happened to like the Jonas Brothers and many other things that I liked as well, and we quickly became friends. Over the course of the last 9+ months, we’ve come to realize that we are pretty much twins, despite her being 18. Unfortunately, she lives just about as far away from me as possible, in West Palm Beach, Florida. What started out as us being fans of each other’s work turned into writing a joint story, then IMing each other constantly, then texting, then calling, and now we’re planning a trip to Disney World in November of next year. If she didn’t live in Florida, she would without a doubt be one of my very best friends in real life. But we’ll just have to settle for being internet besties, or “iBiffles” as we like to call it. :]
PUTT-PUTT ADVENTURES: In mid-April, Kory and his now-wife, Analee, came to Washington for a visit. They were only here for a couple of days, and I picked them up from the airport. While at lunch on the way back from Seatac, we were trying to come up with something fun to do that night. I was underage at the time, and there were no local clubs that had the age limit dropped down to 18 that night. I was working part-time at a black light miniature golf place, and a couple of days earlier, the owner had suggested that I had my birthday party there. He’d said that I could have the place after hours and everything. So while at lunch with Kory and Analee, I called him up and asked him if I could have the place that night after closing instead, and and he agreed. So I rounded up a bunch of my friends and we partied after closing. I plugged in my iPod and blasted music, and we all had a blast playing black light putt-putt, Guitar Hero, and arcade games.
MY BIRTHDAY: On April 28th, I turned the big 2-1. My birthday was on a Tuesday, and I had to work, so there was no partying at midnight. My actual birthday was pretty uneventful – I went and got my license renewed (and got the cool sideways “big-boy” license that you have when you’re over 21), went to work, drove to Yelm, and had a birthday dinner at Puerto Vallarta with family and close friends. Mom and John were there, as well as Christa and Ina, and Danae and Katelyn. The following Saturday, I had a party at the Loft in Tacoma. Since a lot of my friends are under 21, I had to choose a place that was 18 and over, which was fine. The downstairs part was kind of lame, but the dancing was fun. And the bar upstairs was really nice with private booths and flat screen TVs in each booth. I didn’t actually drink too much that night – a couple of Amaretto Sours (my favorite drink) and Andrea’s brother, Case, bought me a shot called Birthday Cake. Which tasted just like cake. Haha.
OLYMPIA APARTMENT: In early May, I packed up and moved to a two-bedroom apartment in Olympia with Andrea. It wasn’t the nicest place, but it was close to work and it was better than living with my parents. The only thing I didn’t like at the time was Andrea’s dog, Roo. Ugh. Dogs don’t belong in apartments. Especially when the owner is never home to take care of it. Whatever.
AMERICAN IDOL: The finale of American Idol aired in May, and my good friend Laura was home from college and watched the show with me. She was just as addicted to Idol as me, and even though she had been at school in Kentucky, we had constantly talked about the show week-to-week. She and I were both huge fans of rocker David Cook, and were obviously thrilled when he made it to the finale. So I drove out to Laura’s parents’ house and watched Cookie be named the new American Idol. It was so exciting to watch the contestant who had been your favorite since the auditions make it the whole way through the competition and WIN. I think I screamed like a twelve-year-old. :]
KENNY CHESNEY CONCERT: In June, Laura invited me to go with her to the Kenny Chesney concert in Ridgefield, near Vancouver. It was my fourth Kenny concert, and the second one that I had been to with Laura. Sadly, I don’t remember much about the show, and neither does Laura. I remember having to walk like two miles to get to the venue from the parking lot, and almost getting stuck in the mud. I remember standing in line at the souvenier booth for AGES just for a light-up necklace and a guitar-shaped bottle opener. Both LeAnn Rimes and Kenny Chesney put on an awesome show. And I remember stopping on the way home at like 1:00 in the morning for ice cream. Haha!
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP SHOW: In late June, it was time to leave for the World Show in Texas. It was a ten-day trip, and it was a blast! Kati and I flew down, but it took us a whopping 23 ½ hours to get there. We were supposed to leave at 3:00pm, but our flight was delayed for 2 hours because the pilot and crew were missing. So we finally left at 5:00, which made us miss our connecting flight in Los Angeles. There were no other flights to Dallas until the following morning, so the airline put Kati and I in a hotel for the night. I remember walking down the block to a Taco Bell, only to find that they had a security guard inside the restaurant! That was a little odd. The next morning, we got to the airport about 2 ½ hours early only to discover that the airline had booked our 6am flight under the wrong flight number. So then we had to go stand in line and by the time we reached the counter, we had missed our flight. Luckily, they rebooked us for a 9am flight and we got to Dallas with no more problems. Until we ran into a cab driver who didn’t know where the Will Rogers Memorial Center was, and after we decided to find a driver who was familiar with Fort Worth, the first driver wouldn’t give us back our luggage. How lovely. Eventually we got our bags and got to the show grounds.
Before I move onto anything else, I have to write about the main reason why I was in Texas – my mom was competing at the APHA World Championship Show for the first time. It had always been her dream to show at the world level, and she finally decided that 2008 was her year. I never dreamed that she would do as well as she did. She ended up placing fifth in Hunt Seat Equitation, and was RESERVE WORLD CHAMPION in Novice Amatuer Showmanship. It was incredible. She did well in all of her other classes, too, and made it to the finals in 5 of her 8 events. In her final class of the show, Kira ended up stepping on my mom’s foot and breaking her toe, but not even that could bring my mom down from Cloud 9.
The rest of the trip was incredible. My mom usually only had about one or two classes a day, so there was a lot of downtime. Most of which I spent being dragged around the HUGE gift show by my mom. I spent WAY too much money on that trip, and I think most of it was at the gift show.
One of my mom’s close friends lives in Justin, a town about 20 minutes away from Fort Worth, and one day me, my mom, and my mom’s good friend Rachel (who shows with my mom but didn’t bring her horse to Worlds – she only came to watch and cheer my mom on) drove to Leslie’s house to spend some time in the pool. We relaxed all afternoon and then went out to dinner to a Mexican restaurant in a town called Trophy Club.
The Stockyards in downtown Fort Worth are fantastic! My mom, Rachel and I spent one afternoon walking around and shopping. We ate lunch at Riscky’s BBQ (the BEST barbeque I’ve ever had), watched the cattle drive, went through a crazy human maze, at fudge at Cowtown, rode a mechanical bull, drank Buffalo Butt beer at the Booger Red’s Saloon, and shopped until we literally almost dropped in the 100-degree weather. I can’t remember if it was the same day or not, but we also went to Billy Bob’s, the biggest honky tonk in the nation, and got our picture taken on the giant bull. I really wanted to go to Filthy McNasty’s Saloon, just because of the name, but we never got a chance to.
I don’t remember much about the fourth of July. I just know that Mom and I went to the Macaroni Grill with Rachel, which was a blast because we were writing inappropriate things on the table. I remember watching the fireworks that they shot off at the Botanic Garden right next to the show grounds. Other than that, I really don’t remember much.
Highlight of the trip: My mom’s Showmanship class, obviously.
Low point of the trip: Losing my Chanel sunglasses. :[
SHOWBOX CONCERT: A couple weeks after I got back from Texas, my friend Sara and I went to the Metro Station/Good Charlotte/Boys Like Girls concert at the Showbox Sodo in Seattle. It was about a billion degrees outside (okay, closer to about 98 degrees), and we had to stand in a line that stretched nearly three blocks for about an hour. While it sucked standing in line for so long, the girls behind us were super entertaining. From making fun of the girl with the shutter shades and shoelace headband to all of the Jonas-wannabes donning fake Ray Bans, the girls (who ended up being like 14 – I never would have guessed) kept us laughing until the moment we walked into the door.
We started out in the equivelent of about the 20th row (it was all General Admission standing room only) for the Maine. I’d never heard of the band before, but they put on an amazing show and now I’m hooked on them. By the time Metro Station came out, we were in about the 15th row. Then for Good Charlotte we squeezed up to about the 10th row. It was so hot in the club that security was spraying water out into the crowd and were pulling people out who were on the verge of fainting. So by the time Boys Like Girls came on, who I had been looking forward to the most, Sara and I were up to about the 3rd row. There were a couple of times that I felt really dizzy, but there was no way I was missing the band that was the reason I bought the tickets. I had never seen BLG in concert before, and they were incredible.
911 DISPATCHER: In late July, I left my job at the Olympia Police Department to take a new job as a 911 Dispatcher with the City of Puyallup. About a week before I left, my Sergeant found this very blog and an entry in which I had talked about how I thought one of the officers was hot, among other things. Definitely my most embarassing moment of the year. So while I would miss my job and the people I worked with, I was also very happy to leave. I LOVE my new job, and the people that I work with. Some days have been very stressful, but overall I’m very happy with where I am at. Plus, people call 911 for the silliest things, and I already have some very entertaining stories.
FAMILY DRAMA: One of the lowest points of the year was the drama caused by my dad’s marriage. I’ve never been a fan of my stepmom – she made my life hell when I was younger, causing me to go to therapy after I was diagnosed with depression at age 13. Needless to say, I was not sad when my dad told me earlier in the year that he and Barb were getting divorced. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. They were back together before the summer. But in August, he had decided that he’d had enough and told me again that he was done with her. After months of Barb dragging the whole thing out and threatening my dad with expensive lawyer fees, she’s now in the process of moving out and is currently living with a 30-year-old Army guy. How lovely. My dad’s pretty broken up about the whole thing, which kills me. But I just want him to be happy, and I know that in order to be happy, he has to get rid of Barb completely and move on with his life.
HAIR TODAY, GONE TOMORROW: With the exception of the time one of my stylist friends chopped a ton of my hair off four days before my high school graduation, I’ve always had long hair. And even then, it was still several inches past my shoulders. I always considered my hair to be my best quality. But after I got my job as a dispatcher, I started to consider cutting my hair. My hairstyle made me look young, and I wanted something more professional and more mature. So in August, I called my mom while shopping at the mall and ran the idea of cutting my hair by her. She told me that she loved my long hair and that I shouldn’t cut it. As soon as the call ended, I walked to Gene Juarez and made an appointment. A couple hours later, I walked out of the salon with 14 inches of hair gone, donated to Locks of Love. However, when I got home, I discovered that I wasn’t really fond of the haircut I’d gotten. I didn’t mind the shortness, just the style was wrong. So a couple of days later I went to the Gene Juarez school where my friend Sam is a student, and one of her friends cut even more of my hair. Three more inches disappeared, but I LOVED the cut. It was a modern bob, stacked in the back. I definitely got the mature cut I was looking for!
"DO THE PUYALLUP": I’ve always loved the Washington State Fair (AKA the Puyallup Fair), the same one that I used to show my horse at every September, but now that I’m a dispatcher in the same city that it’s held in I really don’t care for it. Chaos erupted when the fair, which draws over a million people each year, came to town. From calls about the traffic on Meridian Street in front of the fairgrounds to calls about two gay guys doing it in some lady’s front yard a block away after closing, the fair caused me more stress than I had imagined. But I made it through the ordeal, and had a blast at the after-fair party with the other disptachers and cops at the Longhorn in Auburn.
However, I must say that when I’m NOT working, I still like the fair. I even went to the rodeo and Chris Cagle concert with my best friend, Christa, and we had a blast. We took photos in the photo booth, and ate at Marlow’s, which has the BEST French dips I’ve ever had.
Oh yeah, and you can’t forget about the scones. That was the one nice thing about working during the fair – the police officers would bring scones up to the dispatch center. :]
MOVIN’ ON UP TO PUYALLUP: The one downside to my new job in Puyallup was the commute. It would take me about 35 minutes to get to work, but when I fought the afternoon traffic next to the military base, it would sometimes take me an hour and a half to get home. So in late September, I packed up and moved to Puyallup. I had found a gorgeous apartment that was only about three minutes from work, and it even had it’s own garage! Working at a 911 center allowed me to look up all the 911 calls from the apartment complexes I was interested in, and I was able to rule out the ones that had lots of crime. Bradley Park Apartments was the complex I chose, and I loooove the place. I got a two bedroom, one bath apartment, and I painted the living room and my bedroom. When I lived in the Olympia apartment, most of the living room furniture had been Andrea’s so I wasn’t able to get creative with decorated. I love interior design, and I was really excited to decorate my new place, and I love how it turned out. It’s always nicer living in a place that you enjoy being in. :]
RE-FRIENDS: Kira used to be one of my best friends, since meeting in health class in eighth grade. We were walking partners at our high school graduation in 2005, and we moved into an apartment in Tumwater together in 2007. But we ended up fighting a lot, and we both moved out of the apartment. After moving out, we were still at each others throats for several weeks before we severred ties and stopped talking to each other. In late October of last year, nearly a year later, I was browsing through Myspace profiles and stumbled across hers. I was over the drama that had gone down the year before, and I’d grown up a lot in the time since the fight, so I sent her a message asking her how she was doing. I wasn’t even sure if she would respond, but she did, and we both ended up apologizing for the immature fight, and we put it behind us. We began to hang out again, and picked up as if the bump in our friendship had never happened. We even went to a Seahawks game together in early November. We may have had our differences before, but she’s still one of my best friends, and she’s one of those rare friends who I know will be in my life for a long time.
TWILIGHT: Natali has gotten me interested in a lot of things, and the Twilight book series was one of them. I was familiar with the book – I’d seen in in the bookstore, but had always passed on it because vampires and fantasy didn’t really interest me. But Natali swore up and down that I would fall in love with the book, so I decided to give it a shot. Boy, was she right – I couldn’t put the damn thing down. Pretty soon, I realized that everyone I knew was reading it – Christa borrowed my copy and got hooked, then passed it on to her mother. And over half of my co-workers were addicted to the saga, most of them reading it at work when the radio and calls were slow.
So you can imagine my excitement when the movie came out! I’d been counting down the days for two months, and bought tickets to the midnight showing on opening day three weeks in advance. Tanya and Char, two of the ladies from work who I’m closest with, had also been hooked on the books and went to the movie with me. We went to dinner at the Rock beforehand, and ended up getting to the theater at about 11:30, thinking that a half hour would be plenty of time to get good seats. Oh boy, were we ever wrong. We ended up having to sit in the very first row, which was horrible. And the girl who was sitting on the other side of Tanya was CRAZY. She was screaming in excitement the entire time, and I thought Tanya was going to choke her. The movie itself was … okay. It was awkward and cheesy and didn’t live up to the hype, but I still loved it. I ended up seeing it four times, which I’ve never done for any movie in a theater before.
JINGLE BELL BASH: In early December, Brittany and I went to Jingle Bell Bash, or JBB. She was supposed to go with me the year before to the same show, when I had front row tickets and the Jonas Brothers were headlining, but she ended up not being able to go. So I invited her this year, to make up for it. This year it was The Academy Is, Boys Like Girls, and Fall Out Boy. It was my second time seeing BLG in concert, and my first time seeing Fall Out Boy, one of my favorite bands. We went to eat at BJ’s in Tacoma before the show, which is my new favorite restaurant. Their drinks and fettucine alfredo are to-die-for. We accidentally stayed at BJ’s too long, and got to the concert late, completely missing The Academy Is. I didn’t really mind, though, since I don’t know most of their songs. But Boys Like Girls came on second, and they were amazing, as usual. Fall Out Boy put on a fantastic show as well. Our seats were nowhere near as good as the front row ones from the previous year, but that was fine.
WINTER WONDERLAND: Even though winter in Washington is cold, we don’t usually get much snow. And when we do, it’s usually some freak dusting in April or something and it always melts right away. I can’t even remember the last white Christmas we’ve had. But this year, about a week and a half before Christmas, a crazy storm came through and over the course of a few days dumped nearly a foot of snow. The temperatures stayed super cold, and the snow stuck around for almost two weeks! We had a white Christmas, and it finally melted away several days after that. I usually don’t like snow, but I didn’t mind it. It’s just all the crazy people who can’t figure out how to drive in the snow that scare me!
CHRISTMAS: Usually Christmas is a huge family affair, but this year it was very low-key. We spent some of Christmas Eve with John’s family at Uncle Ted’s house, then I jetted over to my dad’s to spend some time with him. We opened gifts (I gave him chocolate, “3:10 to Yuma”, a Louis Lamore book and a bowling gift card, and he gave me money) and then watched a couple of movies and had orange floats – like a root beer float, only with orange soda. It may sound gross, but it’s SO good.
Then on Christmas morning we opened presents at my mom’s house. My sister now lives in Idaho and couldn’t get enough time off work to come home, so my brother hooked up his laptop and we all did a video chat with Larissa for a while. You know you’re getting old when you get house stuff for Christmas – vacuum, George Foreman grill, tupperware – and you get excited about it. Haha! My mom also got me these kickass slippers that I had been wanting. They look like cowboy boots, with faux-faux-ostrich on the toe and leather tooling, and the tops are all furry. She had a pair of them that she’d bought in Texas in July that she was going to let me have, but one of the cats ate them. So she got me a pair when she went back to Texas in November for the NASCAR race, and I love them. I’m wearing them now, in fact.
Oh, and I consider myself lucky to be alive today. John and Russell got small-ish remote control helicopters for Christmas, and there were several times that I came close to being decapitated.
Overall, the year was one of the best ever. There were both good and bad times, but I grew up a lot and learned a lot of lessons. I hope that 2009 proves to be even better, and I can’t wait to see what the year has in store for me.
MY GOALS FOR 2009:
- Eat healthier and lose weight.
- Use the Wii Fit at least four times a week.
- PROJECT 365! (Visit my Myspace to take a look at the project: myspace.com/classygame)
- Learn how to cook.
- GO TO DISNEY WORLD!
- Learn to play my guitar.
- Write a song.
- Go to at least four concerts.
- Show Kira in Showmanship. (Kira the horse, not Kira the friend.)
- Go on a roadtrip with friends.
- BE HAPPY!
I meant to get this posted before the start of the new year, but it took too long to write. I apolgize in advance for how insanely long it is.
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NEW YEAR’S: New Year’s Eve 2007 didn’t start off very well – I ended up getting into a huge fight with my mom. I was hanging out at Kory’s house in Lakewood, and my mom made me drive all the way back to Yelm (about 40 minutes) to feed the horses. Then I had to drive all the way back to Lakewood to celebrate at midnight with Kory and his family, then I had to drive all the way back to Yelm. My mom had threatened to kick me out of their house, where I was living at the time, if I didn’t feed the horses. Stupid, really, but I had no choice. Kory was leaving for school in Utah on New Year’s day, so I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. Eventually things calmed down between my mom and I, and I ended up having a really good New Year’s.
MY RESOLUTION: I decided that as my New Year’s resolution, I wanted to cut out Mountain Dew. That sooned turned into cutting out all regular soda (anyone who knows me knows that I was a soda addict, so limiting myself to diet pop was a pretty big step). By the middle of January, it had turned into a full-on diet. My mom and I joined Weight Watchers, and in six months we’d each lost about 25 pounds. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be, especially with Madre doing it too. I didn’t even work out while I was dieting – I stepped on a treadmill once. I can only imagine how much more I could have lost if I would have exercised more. But I eventually fell off the wagon, and I’ve gained all the weight back. It’s horrible – all that hard work for nothing. I feel like a failure. But I’m determined to try again. My cost of living adjustment will give me about $150 extra per month, and I’ve decided to put a chunk of that towards the Weight Watchers fee. I did it once … I can certainly do it again.
VALENTINE’S DAY: Yet another one spent by myself. I wasn’t in a single relationship this year. Sure, I dated, but it was never anything serious. I focused instead on work, and my family and friends. I’m hoping this year will be different. I’ve never had a successful relationship, and I would like to change that. However, I’m not going to go out looking for Prince Charming. He can find me. :]
MY TWIN, NATALI: Beginning in March, I really started focusing on my writing. I started posting some of my work online, and one of my readers happened to be a girl named Natali. She was also an extremely talented writer, and she also happened to like the Jonas Brothers and many other things that I liked as well, and we quickly became friends. Over the course of the last 9+ months, we’ve come to realize that we are pretty much twins, despite her being 18. Unfortunately, she lives just about as far away from me as possible, in West Palm Beach, Florida. What started out as us being fans of each other’s work turned into writing a joint story, then IMing each other constantly, then texting, then calling, and now we’re planning a trip to Disney World in November of next year. If she didn’t live in Florida, she would without a doubt be one of my very best friends in real life. But we’ll just have to settle for being internet besties, or “iBiffles” as we like to call it. :]
PUTT-PUTT ADVENTURES: In mid-April, Kory and his now-wife, Analee, came to Washington for a visit. They were only here for a couple of days, and I picked them up from the airport. While at lunch on the way back from Seatac, we were trying to come up with something fun to do that night. I was underage at the time, and there were no local clubs that had the age limit dropped down to 18 that night. I was working part-time at a black light miniature golf place, and a couple of days earlier, the owner had suggested that I had my birthday party there. He’d said that I could have the place after hours and everything. So while at lunch with Kory and Analee, I called him up and asked him if I could have the place that night after closing instead, and and he agreed. So I rounded up a bunch of my friends and we partied after closing. I plugged in my iPod and blasted music, and we all had a blast playing black light putt-putt, Guitar Hero, and arcade games.
MY BIRTHDAY: On April 28th, I turned the big 2-1. My birthday was on a Tuesday, and I had to work, so there was no partying at midnight. My actual birthday was pretty uneventful – I went and got my license renewed (and got the cool sideways “big-boy” license that you have when you’re over 21), went to work, drove to Yelm, and had a birthday dinner at Puerto Vallarta with family and close friends. Mom and John were there, as well as Christa and Ina, and Danae and Katelyn. The following Saturday, I had a party at the Loft in Tacoma. Since a lot of my friends are under 21, I had to choose a place that was 18 and over, which was fine. The downstairs part was kind of lame, but the dancing was fun. And the bar upstairs was really nice with private booths and flat screen TVs in each booth. I didn’t actually drink too much that night – a couple of Amaretto Sours (my favorite drink) and Andrea’s brother, Case, bought me a shot called Birthday Cake. Which tasted just like cake. Haha.
OLYMPIA APARTMENT: In early May, I packed up and moved to a two-bedroom apartment in Olympia with Andrea. It wasn’t the nicest place, but it was close to work and it was better than living with my parents. The only thing I didn’t like at the time was Andrea’s dog, Roo. Ugh. Dogs don’t belong in apartments. Especially when the owner is never home to take care of it. Whatever.
AMERICAN IDOL: The finale of American Idol aired in May, and my good friend Laura was home from college and watched the show with me. She was just as addicted to Idol as me, and even though she had been at school in Kentucky, we had constantly talked about the show week-to-week. She and I were both huge fans of rocker David Cook, and were obviously thrilled when he made it to the finale. So I drove out to Laura’s parents’ house and watched Cookie be named the new American Idol. It was so exciting to watch the contestant who had been your favorite since the auditions make it the whole way through the competition and WIN. I think I screamed like a twelve-year-old. :]
KENNY CHESNEY CONCERT: In June, Laura invited me to go with her to the Kenny Chesney concert in Ridgefield, near Vancouver. It was my fourth Kenny concert, and the second one that I had been to with Laura. Sadly, I don’t remember much about the show, and neither does Laura. I remember having to walk like two miles to get to the venue from the parking lot, and almost getting stuck in the mud. I remember standing in line at the souvenier booth for AGES just for a light-up necklace and a guitar-shaped bottle opener. Both LeAnn Rimes and Kenny Chesney put on an awesome show. And I remember stopping on the way home at like 1:00 in the morning for ice cream. Haha!
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP SHOW: In late June, it was time to leave for the World Show in Texas. It was a ten-day trip, and it was a blast! Kati and I flew down, but it took us a whopping 23 ½ hours to get there. We were supposed to leave at 3:00pm, but our flight was delayed for 2 hours because the pilot and crew were missing. So we finally left at 5:00, which made us miss our connecting flight in Los Angeles. There were no other flights to Dallas until the following morning, so the airline put Kati and I in a hotel for the night. I remember walking down the block to a Taco Bell, only to find that they had a security guard inside the restaurant! That was a little odd. The next morning, we got to the airport about 2 ½ hours early only to discover that the airline had booked our 6am flight under the wrong flight number. So then we had to go stand in line and by the time we reached the counter, we had missed our flight. Luckily, they rebooked us for a 9am flight and we got to Dallas with no more problems. Until we ran into a cab driver who didn’t know where the Will Rogers Memorial Center was, and after we decided to find a driver who was familiar with Fort Worth, the first driver wouldn’t give us back our luggage. How lovely. Eventually we got our bags and got to the show grounds.
Before I move onto anything else, I have to write about the main reason why I was in Texas – my mom was competing at the APHA World Championship Show for the first time. It had always been her dream to show at the world level, and she finally decided that 2008 was her year. I never dreamed that she would do as well as she did. She ended up placing fifth in Hunt Seat Equitation, and was RESERVE WORLD CHAMPION in Novice Amatuer Showmanship. It was incredible. She did well in all of her other classes, too, and made it to the finals in 5 of her 8 events. In her final class of the show, Kira ended up stepping on my mom’s foot and breaking her toe, but not even that could bring my mom down from Cloud 9.
The rest of the trip was incredible. My mom usually only had about one or two classes a day, so there was a lot of downtime. Most of which I spent being dragged around the HUGE gift show by my mom. I spent WAY too much money on that trip, and I think most of it was at the gift show.
One of my mom’s close friends lives in Justin, a town about 20 minutes away from Fort Worth, and one day me, my mom, and my mom’s good friend Rachel (who shows with my mom but didn’t bring her horse to Worlds – she only came to watch and cheer my mom on) drove to Leslie’s house to spend some time in the pool. We relaxed all afternoon and then went out to dinner to a Mexican restaurant in a town called Trophy Club.
The Stockyards in downtown Fort Worth are fantastic! My mom, Rachel and I spent one afternoon walking around and shopping. We ate lunch at Riscky’s BBQ (the BEST barbeque I’ve ever had), watched the cattle drive, went through a crazy human maze, at fudge at Cowtown, rode a mechanical bull, drank Buffalo Butt beer at the Booger Red’s Saloon, and shopped until we literally almost dropped in the 100-degree weather. I can’t remember if it was the same day or not, but we also went to Billy Bob’s, the biggest honky tonk in the nation, and got our picture taken on the giant bull. I really wanted to go to Filthy McNasty’s Saloon, just because of the name, but we never got a chance to.
I don’t remember much about the fourth of July. I just know that Mom and I went to the Macaroni Grill with Rachel, which was a blast because we were writing inappropriate things on the table. I remember watching the fireworks that they shot off at the Botanic Garden right next to the show grounds. Other than that, I really don’t remember much.
Highlight of the trip: My mom’s Showmanship class, obviously.
Low point of the trip: Losing my Chanel sunglasses. :[
SHOWBOX CONCERT: A couple weeks after I got back from Texas, my friend Sara and I went to the Metro Station/Good Charlotte/Boys Like Girls concert at the Showbox Sodo in Seattle. It was about a billion degrees outside (okay, closer to about 98 degrees), and we had to stand in a line that stretched nearly three blocks for about an hour. While it sucked standing in line for so long, the girls behind us were super entertaining. From making fun of the girl with the shutter shades and shoelace headband to all of the Jonas-wannabes donning fake Ray Bans, the girls (who ended up being like 14 – I never would have guessed) kept us laughing until the moment we walked into the door.
We started out in the equivelent of about the 20th row (it was all General Admission standing room only) for the Maine. I’d never heard of the band before, but they put on an amazing show and now I’m hooked on them. By the time Metro Station came out, we were in about the 15th row. Then for Good Charlotte we squeezed up to about the 10th row. It was so hot in the club that security was spraying water out into the crowd and were pulling people out who were on the verge of fainting. So by the time Boys Like Girls came on, who I had been looking forward to the most, Sara and I were up to about the 3rd row. There were a couple of times that I felt really dizzy, but there was no way I was missing the band that was the reason I bought the tickets. I had never seen BLG in concert before, and they were incredible.
911 DISPATCHER: In late July, I left my job at the Olympia Police Department to take a new job as a 911 Dispatcher with the City of Puyallup. About a week before I left, my Sergeant found this very blog and an entry in which I had talked about how I thought one of the officers was hot, among other things. Definitely my most embarassing moment of the year. So while I would miss my job and the people I worked with, I was also very happy to leave. I LOVE my new job, and the people that I work with. Some days have been very stressful, but overall I’m very happy with where I am at. Plus, people call 911 for the silliest things, and I already have some very entertaining stories.
FAMILY DRAMA: One of the lowest points of the year was the drama caused by my dad’s marriage. I’ve never been a fan of my stepmom – she made my life hell when I was younger, causing me to go to therapy after I was diagnosed with depression at age 13. Needless to say, I was not sad when my dad told me earlier in the year that he and Barb were getting divorced. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. They were back together before the summer. But in August, he had decided that he’d had enough and told me again that he was done with her. After months of Barb dragging the whole thing out and threatening my dad with expensive lawyer fees, she’s now in the process of moving out and is currently living with a 30-year-old Army guy. How lovely. My dad’s pretty broken up about the whole thing, which kills me. But I just want him to be happy, and I know that in order to be happy, he has to get rid of Barb completely and move on with his life.
HAIR TODAY, GONE TOMORROW: With the exception of the time one of my stylist friends chopped a ton of my hair off four days before my high school graduation, I’ve always had long hair. And even then, it was still several inches past my shoulders. I always considered my hair to be my best quality. But after I got my job as a dispatcher, I started to consider cutting my hair. My hairstyle made me look young, and I wanted something more professional and more mature. So in August, I called my mom while shopping at the mall and ran the idea of cutting my hair by her. She told me that she loved my long hair and that I shouldn’t cut it. As soon as the call ended, I walked to Gene Juarez and made an appointment. A couple hours later, I walked out of the salon with 14 inches of hair gone, donated to Locks of Love. However, when I got home, I discovered that I wasn’t really fond of the haircut I’d gotten. I didn’t mind the shortness, just the style was wrong. So a couple of days later I went to the Gene Juarez school where my friend Sam is a student, and one of her friends cut even more of my hair. Three more inches disappeared, but I LOVED the cut. It was a modern bob, stacked in the back. I definitely got the mature cut I was looking for!
"DO THE PUYALLUP": I’ve always loved the Washington State Fair (AKA the Puyallup Fair), the same one that I used to show my horse at every September, but now that I’m a dispatcher in the same city that it’s held in I really don’t care for it. Chaos erupted when the fair, which draws over a million people each year, came to town. From calls about the traffic on Meridian Street in front of the fairgrounds to calls about two gay guys doing it in some lady’s front yard a block away after closing, the fair caused me more stress than I had imagined. But I made it through the ordeal, and had a blast at the after-fair party with the other disptachers and cops at the Longhorn in Auburn.
However, I must say that when I’m NOT working, I still like the fair. I even went to the rodeo and Chris Cagle concert with my best friend, Christa, and we had a blast. We took photos in the photo booth, and ate at Marlow’s, which has the BEST French dips I’ve ever had.
Oh yeah, and you can’t forget about the scones. That was the one nice thing about working during the fair – the police officers would bring scones up to the dispatch center. :]
MOVIN’ ON UP TO PUYALLUP: The one downside to my new job in Puyallup was the commute. It would take me about 35 minutes to get to work, but when I fought the afternoon traffic next to the military base, it would sometimes take me an hour and a half to get home. So in late September, I packed up and moved to Puyallup. I had found a gorgeous apartment that was only about three minutes from work, and it even had it’s own garage! Working at a 911 center allowed me to look up all the 911 calls from the apartment complexes I was interested in, and I was able to rule out the ones that had lots of crime. Bradley Park Apartments was the complex I chose, and I loooove the place. I got a two bedroom, one bath apartment, and I painted the living room and my bedroom. When I lived in the Olympia apartment, most of the living room furniture had been Andrea’s so I wasn’t able to get creative with decorated. I love interior design, and I was really excited to decorate my new place, and I love how it turned out. It’s always nicer living in a place that you enjoy being in. :]
RE-FRIENDS: Kira used to be one of my best friends, since meeting in health class in eighth grade. We were walking partners at our high school graduation in 2005, and we moved into an apartment in Tumwater together in 2007. But we ended up fighting a lot, and we both moved out of the apartment. After moving out, we were still at each others throats for several weeks before we severred ties and stopped talking to each other. In late October of last year, nearly a year later, I was browsing through Myspace profiles and stumbled across hers. I was over the drama that had gone down the year before, and I’d grown up a lot in the time since the fight, so I sent her a message asking her how she was doing. I wasn’t even sure if she would respond, but she did, and we both ended up apologizing for the immature fight, and we put it behind us. We began to hang out again, and picked up as if the bump in our friendship had never happened. We even went to a Seahawks game together in early November. We may have had our differences before, but she’s still one of my best friends, and she’s one of those rare friends who I know will be in my life for a long time.
TWILIGHT: Natali has gotten me interested in a lot of things, and the Twilight book series was one of them. I was familiar with the book – I’d seen in in the bookstore, but had always passed on it because vampires and fantasy didn’t really interest me. But Natali swore up and down that I would fall in love with the book, so I decided to give it a shot. Boy, was she right – I couldn’t put the damn thing down. Pretty soon, I realized that everyone I knew was reading it – Christa borrowed my copy and got hooked, then passed it on to her mother. And over half of my co-workers were addicted to the saga, most of them reading it at work when the radio and calls were slow.
So you can imagine my excitement when the movie came out! I’d been counting down the days for two months, and bought tickets to the midnight showing on opening day three weeks in advance. Tanya and Char, two of the ladies from work who I’m closest with, had also been hooked on the books and went to the movie with me. We went to dinner at the Rock beforehand, and ended up getting to the theater at about 11:30, thinking that a half hour would be plenty of time to get good seats. Oh boy, were we ever wrong. We ended up having to sit in the very first row, which was horrible. And the girl who was sitting on the other side of Tanya was CRAZY. She was screaming in excitement the entire time, and I thought Tanya was going to choke her. The movie itself was … okay. It was awkward and cheesy and didn’t live up to the hype, but I still loved it. I ended up seeing it four times, which I’ve never done for any movie in a theater before.
JINGLE BELL BASH: In early December, Brittany and I went to Jingle Bell Bash, or JBB. She was supposed to go with me the year before to the same show, when I had front row tickets and the Jonas Brothers were headlining, but she ended up not being able to go. So I invited her this year, to make up for it. This year it was The Academy Is, Boys Like Girls, and Fall Out Boy. It was my second time seeing BLG in concert, and my first time seeing Fall Out Boy, one of my favorite bands. We went to eat at BJ’s in Tacoma before the show, which is my new favorite restaurant. Their drinks and fettucine alfredo are to-die-for. We accidentally stayed at BJ’s too long, and got to the concert late, completely missing The Academy Is. I didn’t really mind, though, since I don’t know most of their songs. But Boys Like Girls came on second, and they were amazing, as usual. Fall Out Boy put on a fantastic show as well. Our seats were nowhere near as good as the front row ones from the previous year, but that was fine.
WINTER WONDERLAND: Even though winter in Washington is cold, we don’t usually get much snow. And when we do, it’s usually some freak dusting in April or something and it always melts right away. I can’t even remember the last white Christmas we’ve had. But this year, about a week and a half before Christmas, a crazy storm came through and over the course of a few days dumped nearly a foot of snow. The temperatures stayed super cold, and the snow stuck around for almost two weeks! We had a white Christmas, and it finally melted away several days after that. I usually don’t like snow, but I didn’t mind it. It’s just all the crazy people who can’t figure out how to drive in the snow that scare me!
CHRISTMAS: Usually Christmas is a huge family affair, but this year it was very low-key. We spent some of Christmas Eve with John’s family at Uncle Ted’s house, then I jetted over to my dad’s to spend some time with him. We opened gifts (I gave him chocolate, “3:10 to Yuma”, a Louis Lamore book and a bowling gift card, and he gave me money) and then watched a couple of movies and had orange floats – like a root beer float, only with orange soda. It may sound gross, but it’s SO good.
Then on Christmas morning we opened presents at my mom’s house. My sister now lives in Idaho and couldn’t get enough time off work to come home, so my brother hooked up his laptop and we all did a video chat with Larissa for a while. You know you’re getting old when you get house stuff for Christmas – vacuum, George Foreman grill, tupperware – and you get excited about it. Haha! My mom also got me these kickass slippers that I had been wanting. They look like cowboy boots, with faux-faux-ostrich on the toe and leather tooling, and the tops are all furry. She had a pair of them that she’d bought in Texas in July that she was going to let me have, but one of the cats ate them. So she got me a pair when she went back to Texas in November for the NASCAR race, and I love them. I’m wearing them now, in fact.
Oh, and I consider myself lucky to be alive today. John and Russell got small-ish remote control helicopters for Christmas, and there were several times that I came close to being decapitated.
Overall, the year was one of the best ever. There were both good and bad times, but I grew up a lot and learned a lot of lessons. I hope that 2009 proves to be even better, and I can’t wait to see what the year has in store for me.
MY GOALS FOR 2009:
- Eat healthier and lose weight.
- Use the Wii Fit at least four times a week.
- PROJECT 365! (Visit my Myspace to take a look at the project: myspace.com/classygame)
- Learn how to cook.
- GO TO DISNEY WORLD!
- Learn to play my guitar.
- Write a song.
- Go to at least four concerts.
- Show Kira in Showmanship. (Kira the horse, not Kira the friend.)
- Go on a roadtrip with friends.
- BE HAPPY!
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