Ooops. Guess I kinda lied. Not only did I not post the other day, but I don't even have an interesting topic today! You'll just have to make due with my boring life story again. So this is basically just an average post.

I have some exciting news: I finished the yearbook! After nearly 5 months of preparation it has finally been completed. This horrible project has been stressing me out for way too long and it's finished!! I'm so happy! And not only is it done, but it looks nice too! That was one of the things that I'd been worrying about. I mean, it's fine and good to have a yearbook, but if it doesn't look nice then what's the use?

Also, I've finally (almost) got my bowling curve down. Every summer my brother gets really obsessed with bowling, so every summer we go there at least two times a week. Which, you will realize if you've ever bowled before, is three times too many.
Worse still, the reason he's so obsessed with it is because he's so dang good. For example: he gets annoyed if he get less than a 100. My average score by the end of the game is 70 if I'm lucky. So, to give myself an easy excuse for my incompetence I began my quest to find my inner bowler. I started bowling with crazy spins which more than often ended up the gutter. Until yesterday. Yesterday more than half of my shots hit pins down! My score was still pitiful, but I'm getting there!

Hmm. I know there's more stuff that happens to me, but whenever I get down here to actually write it down it either becomes unbearably uninteresting or I forget it. Sometimes I wish I had a brain. Well, I'm hoping to get back to writing snippets and stories, so I might be posting those in a while. Be on your guard :)

Promise I Won't Complain

Sorry about that drama queen episode. After that whining post yesterday everything took a turn for the better. Literally immediately. Almost. I clicked "post" and my mom called the family to dinner. 'Nuff said. 

A friend had already texted and said they'd meet us to watch the fireworks. Then, when we left, my first friend invited me and my siblings to her house where all the rest of the gang was already. What's more my mom let us! 

After that it was smooth sailing. Sat around for an hour or so just chatting and eating Cheetos, then went upstairs to watch the show. My town is reknown for its skimpy 4th of July show, but since I've never experienced anything better I am content. Fireworks are magical no matter how many. It's just so amazing to watch colors explode against the black of the mountains. My favorites are the gold ones that shoot into little of balls of shimmery pixie dust. 

As if that wasn't enough, my parents invited everyone back to our house to set off some smaller fireworks and poppers. It was super cool to watch them close up, but the noise kind of ruined the ethereal, romantic feel. 

Then I was up way too early to go prop hunting for the play at our local yard sales. When that failed my mom offered to drive into the next town over and exhaust their thrift stores, and we ending up spending the whole afternoon shopping. 

I'll be on tomorrow with some sort of interesting topic, but I've pretty much used up all my news for now. On a random note, I feel like that song "The Show" by Lenka. Oh! Also wish me luck: I'm competing in a swim meet tomorrow. Let's hope I can beat my old times :)

Slightly Less Than Pleased

Happy Independence Day, everyone!

Don't be fooled by the light tone of that exclamation. It's time to switch gears so you can bear listening to me rant for a few moments.

I don't usually complain about my height. I like being short and it's never been a real problem before.

Key word being before.

My dad recently bought another truck to replace our "old" one, and said I could drive it till he got rid of the other. All I would need to do is learn to drive stick.

Not a problem.

Ish.

I can't reach the clutch. My feet literally won't stretch far enough to push it down. I'm so annoyed. Like, I would have had enough trouble already relearning how to drive, and now I can't even start! And as if that isn't mortifying enough, my dad is ordering "pedal extenders" so the pedal will reach me. It's so stupid.

I wish it would all stop there. But it doesn't. I would like to bring your attention back to the first line of this post. It's the 4th! Awesome! Holidays are at the top of my list of favorite things, after all! Family reunions, on the other hand, are included on a completely opposite list. Needless to say, it dampened my spirits a considerable amount when my dad said we'd be going to my great-aunt's house for a big 4th of July party. We were going to have tacos. Tacos on Independence day. Shameful.
Well, the day trickled by as slowly as possible, but the time finally came to hop in the car and leave. I reminded my mom of this, only to learn that she had called and canceled because of a gnarly case of the whooping cough going around here. She was scared we might be unconsciously sick and didn't want to spread the dreadful contagion throughout the family.

My spirits lifted.
Maybe now I could go to the real party, the one all my friends would be at.
But no, the sick ruse was not quite a ruse; my mom was legitimately concerned about everyone's health. There would be babies at the party. We might get them sick, despite the fact that we hadn't been in contact with the sickness first hand at all.
My consolation prize, however, was going to make up for it. My mom and dad let me invite a friend over for dinner and fireworks. But then it was my turn to mess things up. I can never talk on the phone, and in my explanation of the events I somehow indicated that we were actually sick, not just possibly maybe sick, so she wasn't able to come over.

Now my whole family's just going for a picnic and to watch the fireworks. Which should be totally cool, but I'm too much of an extraverted idiot to see that. Well, I can see it, but I'm still not happy with it. Why do I have to be so ridiculously addicted to people?? I'm tired of depending on other people for happiness, but I don't know how to stop. It takes very particular, irregular moods for me to be content with myself; otherwise I need to be with friends, or looking forward to being with friends. Why do I have to be such an extreme people person?


Now that that rant's over I find myself at a loss for words. But I'll think of something so I don't need to end on that obnoxious note. I'm sure you all have enough problems of your own without me piling mine on to boot. Let's see...
Nothing super notable has been happening in my life lately. Just same old same old awesomeness. Been to a ton of dances. Finished the homeschool yearbook (finally!!). The play's coming along nicely. Read Jane Eyre, which made it to my list of favorite books. Looking forward to going to the highschool summer program at the college I'm planning on going to. Only two weeks left! Started some new stories with a few friends, so you can expect loads more posting since I'll be getting back into The Groove.
But I haven't made it back to The Groove yet and I can't think of anything else to say, so I shall bid you adieu. Adieu!