bruised tailbone.

So rollerblading, it's my new thing. I like to do it, and have these really nice roller hockey skates.
Me and Brandon even skated from my house to his, and I didn't fall down once.
Today; however, I decided to venture out on my own, no one to grab onto when I was about to fall.
This car made a quick turn and almost hit me so I swerved and my feet came out from underneath me. I landed on my ass, and scraped my left hand all up. And the car kept driving, only rolling down their window and staring at me. Luckily I was only a few blocks away from home, and I made it back fine.
But my ass is so fucking sore. And I have learned one giant lesson after all of this: Don't skate alone.
And that would be easy if Brandon wasn't working all the time and Alex knew how to skate.
I need a skating buddy when everyone is busy.

Warning; those who apply must expect me to constantly grab onto them when at risk of falling.

New laptop.

I don't have one. But I kinda need one. I really fucked up my keyboard. Of course now that I am blogging about it, it is working pretty good.


I WANT the Sims 3! So does my sister. But I am also in need of a wireless mouse. Mine is dead.


Brandon and all hi friends did their senior walk through the halls today with their caps and gowns on. I was so sad. I know that me and his friends weren't like super close, but I honestly spent more time with them in these past few weeks then I have with my other friends in months. And now them and Brandon get to escape Franklin, and I am stuck there. What really sucks is since Brandon is graduating I feel like I should be too. I went to prom, went to the parties, help fill out college applications, and even badgered him about turning in forms and stuff pertaining to graduation.
So he will start college at Wayne State in the fall and be too busy for me. And in my own words he will, "Meet some hot girl his own age and tell me I'm an immature high school girl and he can't date me anymore."


Thank God summer is only one weekend, a day, and four finals away.
But summer doesn't really start for me till the 15th, after dance and what not.
Plans for the summer include: the beach, parties, and working (hopefully a lot more than 10 hrs a week).

PROM.

Was great. And went by super fast. The food was nasty. The music was good. And man did I look fat in my dress. But the highlight was Friday. We only made it on four rides at Cedar Point, it was jut too hot. Friday night was... well interesting... I'll tell more later if asked.
I am tired, and I just uploaded a trillion pictures on facebook which took way too long. Not to mention the best ones can't be put up. Well lets just say beer pong isn't my game. And the guys decided they were too cool for jeans or shirts.
Now I have nothing to do for the night. But I guess I am kinda happy, I just want to take a shower and wait for tomorrow to come so I can watch the New Moon preview on Myspace at 7:45. And the Movie awards are on!
I really don't know what else there is to say, except I am pretty satisfied with the past few days. I like to think I made some better friends :D.

Dog bite/ Brthday baseball game.

Funny story. It is dark in the basement, Rosanne on the big screen. Mom and Alex are sleeping on the opposite side of the couch and the dog just above my pillow. So I lay down and apparently freak the dog out because he takes his whole mouth and grabs onto the side of my face.
Luckily only one tooth broke skin, pretty deep though. I screamed and mom and Alex woke up. Mom was freaking out, and I felt no pain so I kept telling her I was fine. She said I was bleeding, I said it was just her meds, I was not bleeding. Well I looked at my hand, I was bleeding.
Five minutes in the bathroom stops the bleeding and all Alex says is, "At least you have two weeks till prom." :D.

Here's a picture of my battle scar.

Tomorrow is my dads fiftieth birthday and my sister and I are taking him to the Tigers game.
I have never been to a winning game.
We'll see how this goes.

the important thing is I haven't killed you yet.

Alex is constantly praying in my van.
"Oh God, were gonna die."
"Jesus, we're going to be in a fiery crash and die."
We haven't died yet.
But apparently I am not that great of a driver.

On a good note, I just downloaded Sweeney Todd Soundtrack!
I am so happy about this.
I am trying to find the Empire Records Soundtrack.
These are the only two movies I could watch over and over again.

Night!

clean room.

I'm not gonna lie. It is still a bit unorganized. But since I can see wood, I am happy. From four till nine thirty (with a two hour break for dinner at Logan's) I have been cleaning my room. Most of the work was done in my closet and my dresser drawers. It was amazing to me... I have some steak stuck in my back teeth... how much clothing I had that I never wear, and haven't worn since I was like twelve.
The biggest example is my PJ drawer. I haven't worn "PJ's" since I was like ten. I currently sleep in shorts and a tank. So all that went in the trash, as well as my training bras from like five years ago.
I must say I am proud of my mannequin. It is amazing how easy it is to hide a ton of shit you can't find a place for, and some clothes you never wear. Honestly, I would totally wear this outfit, minus tie and necklaces.
So I am off to chill and watch The Dule now.
On a good note I get to go to Cedar Point the weekend after prom.
That means like ten people packed into a hotel room, minus rents :D.
Ahhh freedom.

Sunday's are usually very boring. But yesterday was extremely exciting.
I spent about three hours at my neighbors grandmas house with her family, and Corey Taylor walked around casually before his show.
Then we drove two hours to Grand Rapids to watch the show. We got to go in the back gate to where the tour buses were and get our VIP passes and hangout on the bus and what not.
The show was awesome. And if there hadn't had been like 20 people with us, we probably would have been able to hangout a little bit longer and go backstage.
In the end I walked away with three drumsticks, a hug from Corey Taylor, a few pictures, and a sever hate of 14 year old blonds.










Top Picture: Me and Corey Taylor after the show.
Bottom Picture: Joey and Corey during Spit It Out.