Follow the Spiders!?!

I think I'm coming back to LiveJournal..
(SHH EMOVILLE!!)
..mainly because I liked having the little communities and Muslim updates and things.
And leaving them made me feel something was missing.
Then I went back to the mosque, and went to Sunday School (now Saturday during Ramadan), and I realised thats what I've been missing.

How cliche, right?

No.. it's promising to have faith and stuff.

I kind of have something to look forward to.. like Youth Group.
I'm ridiculously excited for that.

I also like being involved in Homecoming stuff at school.. it makes me feel like hey! I'm contributing!
And I know many people I know just LOATHE this stuff.. but I can't help it.
I enjoy this stuff. Always have..It only bothered me that I could never do anything in it because.. I felt intimidated?
But now, my junior year, I'm getting to know a lot more people who are like, 'head hancho', and it's nice because they're sosososo nice, contrary to popular belief.

I'm pretty sure I had this 'epiphany', per se, last year 4th block.. lmao.
SHHH. NO DISCUSSIONS.


Ah, I'll write more.
www.xanga.com/letusnukeit
For about maybe a year's worth of entries.
I'm looking back on these ones, HI RIDICULOUS MUCH?
But of course, who doesn't say that.



lmao.. throw the jew down the well. I DIDNT SAY IT. BORAT DID. I PROMISE YOU.

Hey guess what, I've been using Xanga for basically like a year now or something.
I should probably stop.
But.. no.


Hmm, Lebanon is driving me crazy.
Here I am, my people dying, and I can't do a single thing.
Near Borj was attacked.
So my cousins went to Baalbek. Which.. is also attacked.
No electricity.
No connection.
We can't get a hold of them.
As of the time before the Baalbek attacks - they were fine.

My Aunt and Uncle that came here about 2 weeks ago are clearly fretting about how long they'll be forced to stay. They were supposed to stay 2 months. Wow.. not gonna happen.
Zeina seems to be like.. dying to know what happened to Diana, Dounia, Rola, Rana, Salwa, Maysoun, Aunt Nada, Uncle Ali, Abu Aysom, Uncle Ali, etc etc etc and of course all her friends.

Wow, wouldn't you, too?

I haven't talked to anyone in Lebanon since hours before the attacks with Diana.
She was fretting about her friend who called her and was yelling at her because her other friend, who is dating her boyfriend's brother, seems to be fake .. and they were in a fight.
I wonder how that's going.
I imagine they've let it go.

But just imagine?


I practiced bellydancing today.
My knees hurt.
I also made baklawa.
Wow, I seem to be embracing my arab ways, lately.
I've been listening to Haifa and Nancy all too much.
Probbaly just another phase.. but quite the coincidence, eh?


I was making a soccer video.
I lost my interest.

I want to make a Kaka video (which as you notice is now my LJ icon).. but yes, I want to do soccer video first.

I was going to draw something and give it to Chris - but I don't think I am.
I just don't have the motivation to draw.
I'd like to paint - but I'm horrendous.

Man, how can I be thinking about this while people are fretting about their homes in Lebanon?

I'm scared for precalc.
I'm scared for my cousins.
I'm scared for Maria.
It makes me want to cry, honestly.
I lost count how many times I have.
I'm so emo, right?
I'll just go paint Lebanon black.
Maybe cut Israel. Make it bleed a little. I love blood you know? I'm that emo.
Perhaps I can go into my corner of the earth where war isn't going on and cry about it?


lmao.

No one listens to the weak.

I haven't had tea today. Haha, this is so pointless. Sigh.
Xanga...

( Just another essay since I haven't updated this for about 5 years. )

Harry Potter is great man.
http://marie-lu.com/switch.html
it's pretty hilarious.
Macs suck though.

Also, I was just thinking.
People make lists of things they want to do before they die, or would like to do, or whatever..
well..I would like to drive a car through the mall.
I mean, the guys that get to drive them trhough the malls to put them on display...I want to just be able to do that.
Come on, you've wondered how they got there at some point of your life.

I found this...saved on my computer.

This is back in 8th grade.

Stick ur tongues out at Ms.Allen! Whoa did she think we were flickin her off? We were givin her the peace sign!
Ms.A: Whoa guys lets roll down the windows!
Us: NO NO MS.ALLEN NO!
Ms.A: Whoa, that guy looks like a girl.
Us: ROLL UR WINDOW UP!
Ms.A: HEY KID HAIR CUT! HAIR CUT!!! Hey, another guy. Lets see if I know him.
Us: He almost has no hair and hes going to the barbershop.
Ms.A: He has no hair to get cut off!! That other kid needs a haircut!

Ma=Ms.Allen
Us=me n corinne
*In seperate cars*
Ma: Points at guys-
Us:-look at her weird- huh?
Ma: Points frantically at guys while girls in back mouth "THE BOYS!!"-
Us:-look over there n see a guy lookin at us weird n wavin-

So it is the day before we go back to school for this first time in 2006.
Big freaking deal.
Actually, I don't even know why.
But I'm so anxious!
Sweet MOSES!

Ahahaha.

Okay, well, I'm bored.
And it's 2006.

What better to do than surveys while people overseas are dying for what they claim your freedom, and others for no such reason at all except God's will. Ah, the innocent lives one man can consume.

( Another survey, my homies. Aren't these annoying, yet ever so amusing? )

So.
My week has been uneventful.
Unless you count the sole most coolest game on the face of the planet, as an event.
Because, that whole thing is a million events.
I'm not even kidding.
The characters. OMG the characters.
So the girl of the game is probably my role model right now. It's actually quite pathetic.
We went to the mall the other day.
I found myself looking at this jacket, which was a version of what this character wore.
She wears burgundy, it was dark green.
Hers is long, this was way short.
Dude, this game is amazing.
What's better than working with different parts of Asia (&Allies).
And basically, all you do is hijack any vehicle you see. Take down/kill/blow up anything that moves. And run around at amazing speeds for really long times.
WTF, I WANT TO DO THAT!
You're like a spy. You're actually...a mercenary.
Hence the name (Mercenaries: Playground of Destruction).

Okay well.
Anyway.
Now on about this game.

I hijacked a couple of helicopters...its not as cool as hijacking the tanks. Like sometimes, I go into the middle of battles, just so I can hijack tanks.
Hijacking cars is stupid. Unless you need one.
The North Koreans have the best cars, in my opinion.

Yesterday, my brother used this cheat, we got like tons of money, right?
We had the Russian Mafia deliver 12 hummers to us. It was pretty amazing.

Yesterday night, we beat this mission.
We had to keep these 7 Chinese officers safe.
So we got this Russian Mafia helicopter, connected the North Korean car to it, flew over to the South Korean area, and parked the car away fromt he battle, put the helicopter in the middle of the way.
Then we got this tank, and parked it in the middle of the place so the South Korean's couldn't get through.
And becuase these stupid Chinese officers wouldn't come in the truck with us, we fought them.

At some point we used C4.
We found like 4 RPGs, of course we made good use of that.

Um, I really like this game, in other words.

I'll shut up about it now.

( So this thing )</strong>

I have been annoyed by people to update this thing.

Ummmmm....
I think the Watch out! Harry Potter Spoilers! deal should stop by now.
If you don't want spoilers, don't go surfing in the most obvious areas.
If you haven't read the book, and you don't want spoilers, shoot yourself in the face.
If you don't like Harry Potter: Leave the country.


So. Now that I've updated LJ (even though I've obtained a liking to Xanga), I'm going to go color-organize my closet.
It's been out of color-order for about 2 months now. And I never found time to actually rearrange it.

I think I have obtained a liking to xanga.

http://www.xanga.com/letusnukeit

But I still like livejournal.

Did I ever mention how much I Love the soccer team?

Aaaaaaah! I'm going to miss those seniors SO much.

So let me start from the beginning.
Today was the soccer banquet. AH great!!

Well, I got all dressed up. This is probably the most dressed up they'll ever see me.
I had my long flowy skirt on...shorts underneath. lmao. And I had my indoor soccer shoes on. Because I didn't figure anyone would see. But alas they did, lol. I'll get there.

So I took some pictures. Not a lot. Only like 10. I wanted to take more, but they talk alot. x.x And being seated the whole time is not good.

I took some snapshots. I'll put them up tomorrow, probably.

Everyone told me I looked pretty, so that was good.

And anyway. Aaaaaaaaaah, the memories. They're so GREAT!

So Rob gets to the part where they recognize every player.
Well, I don't know what he said about me. I was too nervous. Because like I was tripping over my own skirt. Yes, its that long.
Anyway.
I go up there, and Mr.Hart is like, "Don't be nervous." Well...!!
Anyway.
I get up there, and I hear like Laura and Kaitlyn and Taylor whisper, "She has her indoor shoes on!!"
I nearly peed myself trying not to laugh out loud.
And then Kaitlyn was like, "There's any with her hot hair!" Haha.
I love her.

Then the seniors get up to make their speeches and give gifts to the coaches.
And the first thing say is, "This is for Dick. Did anyone order Chinese?"
Though I wasn't there, at the Soccer Sleep Over. They prank-called his house and were like, "Did you order Chinese?"
And apparently he was like, "You guys are going to run tomorrow!"
And apparently Laura, who was on the phone was like, "Guys, we're going to have to run.."
So then she apparently put on her chinese accent and was like, "Uhhh wrong number." And hung up.
For Rob, they were like, "We all know Rob like to comment. We also all know, how long it takes." And everyone starts laughing, and then she goes, "So we got him a timer." And his wife goes hysterical.
Then they're like, "Yeah we have a gift for um...Jay, come up here." And they hand her a book, and they're like, "We didn't have time to wrap it." So she takes it out of the bag, and it's title "Anger Management".
I simply laughed. So much.
I seriously love our seniors. Liek I'm going to cry because they won't be there next year, and the juniors this year are so not like them. >:O!!!

There's so many insiders.
Anger Management.
And the 10 laps or half a mile.
Our nicknames.
Kaitlyn as our coach.
JV games.
The warm-up CDs.
Those are just the like "main" ones.

Well the point is, I pretty much love them.
And today was the best night since soccer season ended.
Even though, I have a shitload of homework.
Three day weekend, a night of soccer memories...I don't know what could go wrong.

OH! With the Soccer Door Prizes thing...everyone on the team's name was put in a basket. And we got prizes right? Like gift certificates to Pizza Hut, Giovanni's, Penn Station, and TCBY I think (Kelly, Taylor, Bree, Megan, and Lauren, I think won those). And there was a bracelet from the jeweler people (Alex won that), something from Monograms and More (I think like..Kasey won that.), and a gift card from Borders (Allison won that, while Jay won the flowers that Allison usually won for the past 3 years.)and like Britney Spears and J.Lo perfume & lotion from Elder Beerman. So guess who won the Britney Spears perfume? Kaitlyn I think wont he J.Lo perfume. Hayley won the Britney spears Lotion. I don't remember who won the J.Lo lotion. But guess who won the Britney Spears perfume? YEAH, ME. Like I was just thinking, It'd be cool if I won that. And then Mr.Hart says my name. And everyone like turns and looks at me, and I'm just like, "Are you kidding me?"

It was pretty sweet.

I think too much.
I think before I say most things.
I actually analyze what I'm saying in so many perspectives, I'm almost usually too scared to speak. That I'll say something wrong, and end up insulting someone or ruining what has yet to be ruined anymore.

I have peanut butter fugde that is too sweet. Gross.

Anyway. Back to the topic.
I was in the lunch room with a bunch of people. And I was just standing there. And I was thinking.
And Zac goes, "Why are you standing there?"
That pretty much startled me. Like why else would I be standing there?
And Odana and Derek go into explanation about how I don't sit down, and he's like, "No, she just stands there and stares off. She doesn't even talk."
Ummm, I talk. When I have something to say. Because usually when I talk and I have essentially nothing to say, I end up making a fool of myself.
[Refer to that quote. Everyone knows it.]
So whatever. I walk away to go see Swanny, and I'm still thinking. Now even MORE.
So I get to Swanny's office, and he's on the phone, and the door is like pretty much closed. So I'm like...hmm ummm later.
And I walk back.

This morning was so depressing. Iran was bombed. Iran.
Automatically, I think of Naseem's dad and how he's going to Iran in March.
Then I'm like, shit, this really does mean war.
Like I knew there was a war going on, but I guess I hadn't realized there was a WAR.
It was so stupid. I was so restless. I was on the verge of crying.
I hate the people who are like, kids nowadays shouldn't really care about politics, the war isn't even affecting them.
WTF. If that is what you call not being affected, then, okay. I guess I'm not.
Doesn't have to be physically, ugh.

I was obviously still thinking about it at lunch.
I let it go throughout the day though.

I was so tired today. I was falling asleep in English. I never do that. I've never even been close. But today, I was. It might also be that we were actually reading outloud. Which ALWAYS puts me to sleep, because everyone reads so slow, or uninterstingly. Atleast while I'M reading it myself, I can give people voices and expressions. And go at a good pace.
In gym, we didn't have to play. We had a sub, ironically the same one that Mr.Perry dislikes. I slept. I don't know how long. It didn't really help.
Because I got to 3rd block, and I was half asleep. Lewis was like, "You're not hyperactive today, hmmm."
THEN 4th block was a whole different story. I don't know what got into me.
We had to go to Mrs.Tolley's room since Mr.PErry wasn't here today. And Mrs.Tolley had a sub. So we watched some retarded movie called "Frogs" or something.
It was so poorly done, that it was hilarious.
I pretty much laughed at everything. Even things that weren't really all that funny. Of course, tying them with things that've happened previously made them funnier than they virtually were.


There's a soccer banquet at 7. This is all I have to say for now.

First of all...GOBLET OF FiRE IN 8 DAYS!!!!!!
I'm beyond exctied.
2 years? For book 7? Are you crazy?
I can barely wait for movie 5. That should be out sooner.
If they get a new cast, I don't know what I'd do.
But this topic is a novel within itself (or 7, -wink-).
I'm actually so excited, that my English Porject today had everything to do with Harry Potter.

So apparently I haven't been myself, lately. Says some people.
Umm, I'm just not as talkative...I think.

Actually, the only thing that could be relatively blamed for my strange-ness is my math grade. I'm terribly worried. And we get report cards tomorrow. And I'm pretty much going to pee myself.

Otherwise, I just think of sad things, and I'm automatically sad and unwilling to talk.
Like most people would think about them, and be like...oh well.
It's just things like poverty, and the war, and the economy.
These things make me so sad.

Isn't that pathetic? Most people wouldn't be bothered more than 15 minutes by that.

Anyway.

The other day, I experienced a strange..conversation?
Jon was telling me the only reason he hired me was because of my humour, since I had zero experience.
I don't understand though... Since I'm not even that funny.
Maybe it's the things I find funny...which is um..everything?
I mean, like it doesn't really matter.
But I didn't think anyone found anything I said funny.

I don't know about seeing GoF in the Marquee. My mom wants us to see it in Teays Valley. But I'm pretty sure no one wants to drive up here.

Also, tomorrow is the soccer banquet.
Mama has a "meeting". So she's not going. And of course, that means dad's not going.
So basically, I have to go myself.
Um, I don't know if I should ask Jordan for a ride up there, though. Since mama is obviously not going to be home early enough.
I could not go, but I really want to go. I love these ladies!
Anyway, that's my recent dilemma.

What else..oh yeah, I get too into gym soccer. My hair always gets messed up. And its second block, so its right before lunch. And I have to live with my hair being like that the rest of the day. Which is pretty horrible. Then I'm all sweaty, which is gross, too.
It can't even be called soccer. All they do is boom the ball. Well, everyone but the people who've played soccer beyond GTSC.
All the hicks, especially. It's SO annoying. Naseem was just like, calm down, man.
I'm too competitive.
I like playing Josh Cyrus's team, because then I have some competition. Mikey and Josh.
Stephen plays goalie, and sometimes he gets a breakaway.
He always passes the ball to Evan, though. But ugh, boys.
Jessica headed it twice, that was pretty sweet.
Actually, I hate gym soccer. Actually, I hate indoor soccer, a lot. Outdoor is way cooler.
I can't wait for hockey. I'm pretty sure the only girls who even think of this is, Jess and I. Like the minute the new year began, we're like, omg we're going to be in gym together! We're going to ROCK!
What-ever. Anyway.

I don't have math homework today.
I accidentally did the whole worksheet last night, isntead of just the evens. So I have the homework for Monday done. And tomorrow's homework that is due, I finished in science while we were watching a movie. I guessed at the last problem, and left some of them halfway done, but whatever. I am essentialyl finished.

I'm tired. I might take a nap.
Oh yeah, I needs friends. That I hang out with.
I'm not going into detail about that. Because then I feel retarded.

What better to complain about than your parents?
( There is obviously a conspiracy going on. )

I need to take a shower.

I really wish I had soccer. I wouldn't have to spend so much time at home.
I also wish I didn't have Algebra II. So that this wouldn't even exist.

Whatever. Loud music makes me happy.

 

I went to the movies, with Layla, and Maria, and Deena, and Maya, and Sami, and Jad. And of course my siblings.
We saw The Legend of Zorro with Antonio Banderas and Catherine Zeta-Jones.
This makes me want to watch things like The Karate Kid, and Pirates of the Caribbean, and other various action-packed movies, with a hint of comedy, and of course, a sprinkle of suck-face.

Guys, I'm not even kidding.
This is what I want to do:

I want to sword fight.
I also want to be able to do mad karate moves.
And I want to tango.

I'd like to do all this in a corset and a petticoat.
While wearing a really cool hat.
But still covering everything but my eyes.

I really want to learn to sword-fight.
And I really want to learn karate.

I'm going to take karate. That's it.
And if I find someone who can teach me to sword-fight, I'll...most definitley do that.
I've wanted to learn to sword-fight for a really long time.
And I've always wanted to take karate.
And this inspired me even more. Even though, it's a bit, k, well alot far-fetched.

Haha I crack myself up.

Yay!
Today was good. We had dinner with the Malas and Hossino and Sankari families. Pretty cool if I do say so myself.
I don't know, I was unbelievably tired. So on top of my unusual untalking-ness, I was especially untalkative.
It was pretty hilarious. Layla kept singing My Humps.
My mom was playing with the food, rather than the children.
We talked about funny things. I don't remember what, though. Haha. I probably will later, though.

I shouldn't even have been tired. We barely did anything.
Whatever, it's the weekend. And the game I have to ref doesn't start until 10. So I can sleep in. And get around 11 hours of sleep if I go now.


Um, had another discussion with my mom. Apparently "she doesn't care if I go to Medical School or not".
Bull shit.

Yeah and she walked in, told me good night, while rolling her eyes. Right now.
Damnit. It makes me so mad, that I try so hard, and it's never enough.
I was like, Every morning, for the past 2 months since the beginning of school, I went to the library before school, and studied. And at lunch, I spent 2 months not talking to anyone, not making friends, and just studying. And now it's getting to me.
And she goes, "How do you think the people in Medical School go about?"
I told her I didn't care and that right now isn't Medical School, and I want to have a life while I'm entitled to one.
Then she's like, "..but you need good grades to get into good schools. And you have to work on them now."
Yeah, k, I know. Trust me, I know. I'm one of the few people who flip-out because they know actually a bit too much on what their ambitions require.
Then she goes, "Oh, so that's the only reason you don't want to go to Med School?"
And I told her, "Pretty much, yeah."
And she goes, "Well don't."
And I'm like, "Yeah right, you'd never talk to me again."
And she gives me that innocent tone, and goes, "No, really I don't care what you do. But what else could you do?"
I didn't answer, but proceeded to tell her about how she's pestered me since I was a little kid, around 4, that I needed to be a doctor and go to medical school.
I could be a pilot. Yeah..that's obviously not going to happen.
Then she goes, "Well I tell that to your siblings, they don't say anything."
K, thanks, they're not like me. I'm disguistingly emotionally sensitive. I'm also the oldest. I'm also clearly the only one who has no social life among them.


Anyway...speaking of social life, Tomorrow we might go to the movies with Maria, Layla, Kenan, etc.
Angy? Going to movies, what?
My mom letting us, what?
What is this called, did someone say "being social"?

Well, I'm tired.

Oh yeah, last night, I left my music on. I had every song by Mae that I have playing all throughout the night.
I was doing an experiment. I don't know what. But, apparently they make me tired. I should try some classical music tonight.
I think I will, really.
Now I have to go dig up the classical songs. Good thing I'm an OCD organization freak and have everything organized in files, right?
Yay...inertia!

That reminds me..hehe, but not now.


Niiiiiight.

RAMADAN MUBARAK! AND EARLY EID MUBARAK!
-does a dance-


Is it a conspiracy or what?
Why are people so nice lately? No one is ever like this.
I mean it's not even drastic nice-ness, it's like..the nice-ness you'd expect everyday.
For some reason, thinking of all this nice-ness makes me tear up. What the hell?


I think it's sad...when you get all excited about driving in the middle of class, in the middle of doing work, and practically announce it to the whole world. I'm not even that excited about the actual driving, just having the most likely denied capablities to drive places. Say Michigan?
People always ask, "Did you like him?"
Are you kidding me, no way, I loved this kid. Even though, he's not really kid, he's actually older. But ew, it's just stupid.
I hate this gobal generalization that any person associated with the opposite sex automatically has to like them. Just, gross.


I miss the soccer team. I actually want to go to practice. I actually want to play. I want to be with everyone, too.
I really hate the bus. I always end up sitting pretty much in the aisle. It's too loud, and it seems like kids keep getting smaller and louder. Like I'm pretty sure we weren't that short and small. What's in the water?
I like Hurricane, I just hate..where it is. And how unbelievably dull, except for the purposely derived drama, it is.
People are always like, "I think Hurricane has more drama than Laguna Beach." No, you guys, it doesn't. You just like to think so.


Wow, I'm so excited. Tomorrow is likely the last day of Ramadan. Meaning Eid. Eid, wow.
I don't know how we'll pray the Eid, considering it's not likely that we'll skip work or miss school. x.x
That'll be a problem...I missed it the year before last, too. Ack.

"You look cute today."
"Did you get a hair-cut? I like it."
"You looked nice today."
"OMGFDKHAFJ I LOVE IT!"
Um, that's been my day.
All I did was like, get bangs, and trim it.

So are compliments really compliments?
You can call say someone looks nice to simply acknowledge a change, but does it really mean you think so?
Of course, if you like it, or neither like it nor dislike it nor really care, that's usually the case.
And if it's absolutely hideous, you definitley say something.

Hmm, I don't know.
Just a thought.


Also, saw St.John today.
He was holding a cane.
Ummm, he gave me a look.
Like I should have said hi. But, let's not even go there.
Just acknowledging the "tucker" as Nima calls it. Haha.


Hmm, as Layla and Katlin said, there are defintiley worse things concerning other matters.


PE started. I want to skip all the running. Skip every other game. And just play hockey and soccer.
I am not coordinated enough for wiffleball or basketball or volleyball. Le sigh.

Oh yeah, the math test was hard. But I know I got some other questions. Just not the really really hard ones. Actually, I think I failed this too.
God, I'm so scared for Trig.


And in Science, the sub that Mr.Perry swore would never sub for him or any other science dept. at Hurricane, was subbing for him.
She walked in, and everyone starts laughing. And she's like, "What? What's so funny?" I think she might've had an idea, but was probably like...naaaaah. Haha, it was just so funny. I'm still laughing.



Winnie the Pooh


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I found that to be true.
I like to cook. And food is undoubtedly great.
And I really do like the simple things in life.
Isn't it obvious I don't like things going too fast?

"Wow, you're popular."
"I guess."
"You're like, 'haha what can I say?"
"Haha, yeah, but like, I know who they are, I just don't know them."
"Yeah I know what you mean."
"I guess that means I don't have a lot of friends, but people do know me."
"You apparently don't have friends if you're hanging out with me."

=/

OMG. How do I get wrapped up with all the wrong and/or gross people?

I feel pretty gross right about now.

It's Sunday. I didn't sleep in last night. I didn't stay up too late, either. But I did make about 40 dollars reffing. So I guess it's worth it. And what better to do than spend my Sunday early morning taking a vair annoying ( survey )</strong>that everyone nor cares and hates, but does anyway?

I don't understand how my entries can be so long.
It's like everyday, I'm writing a novel.
But nothing that day really happens.
Everyday the same thing pretty much happens, yet I can write so much about it?

How weird.

So I'm going to ref today.
It's 31 degrees outside, says the weather people.

I have to go in about 40 minutes.
I have to ref 3 boys game.
Two of them are U11/12.
And one is U11.
I prefer reffing girls, because I don't have crazy coaches who want me to call every little thing. Which is weird, because considering they're girls, they should. But nope, it's the little boys who aren't afraid to come up scowl at me, unlike the little girls who keep to themselves, and play the game.
Atleast I'm not reffing Dale's team. Shwooo.

Well, I have one game at 9:30am.
One game at 11:00am.
And one at 2:00pm.

I don't know why the last one is at 2:00pm, considering the one before it finishes at 12:00.So we're going to have like 2 hours to kill.
In Culloden.
In the middle of a soccer field.
Where it's at freezing point.

I don't know what Deanna is going to do, since she's reffing with my sister and I.

I'm kind of not liking the idea of spending 2 hours at that field, since my mom is going to be in Sissonville at Jana's game. =/ And my dad is in Pittsburgh, and doesn't get home until about 5:00pm.
See, I need cars for times like this.
Unlike some people who just want a car to have a car.


My 3rd cousin, Haider, just signed on to MSN.
I haven't talked to him or Mizo, my other 3rd cousin, in ages.
Haider is probably consumed in his Uni studies. And Mizo in his..um 11/12th grade? Even though he's just as old as me?

Anyway...I need to get ready. And skip around daisily?