Just a quick note to everyone, I'm leaving Friday for Texas to go to my Aunt's wedding and probably won't be online again 'til late Sunday or Monday. So until then, please try and be good. (Yes, I mean you kat8cha).

The day after tomorrow is my brother's birthday. The twelfth is my Aunt's wedding.

I don't know how I'm going to manage the next few days, I'm not really that good with family time. Or maybe I'm just not looking forward to the four hour long car drive to the wedding. I hate being in cars - I never outgrew motion sickness, which I find funny because you're supposed to get sick because you feel yourself moving, but can't see it. I can watch everything go by and still be sick as a dog.

Of course, I'm not doing so hot right now, either. Scratch that, I am hot right now. Our AC is broken and since we're redoing the vents or whatever, it will be at least two weeks before we have air again. Have I ever mentioned I live in Louisiana? 

Okay, I'll quite complaining.

I am a Canna What Flower Are You?

I have no excuse for this entry other than I like flowers. You can totally blame this on sarkywoman because I got it from her.

I'm going on two weeks now since I last saw my little brother and I'm starting to worry. Not about him, of course, but about me. Normally I see him about three times a week, and whenever he stays away for a while, it's normally not anything good for me.

I think he might be preparing for our birthdays, he likes getting an early start. He'll turn twelve at the beginning of May while I'll turn sixteen at the end. Since our birthdays are getting closer, it means I'll soon be asked for a list of what I want. I have trouble making lists. At least I won't have to worry about my sister, I already gave her an answer when she asked: Cat ears.

I think I may have given her a shock. I actually do make myself feel sorry for her at times. But I tried to reassure her by saying at least I wasn't asking for the tail because I am too young for it. At least, I thought I was. According to her, there is no legal age for sex, but my MawMaw says you have to be eighteen. 

Oh well, I don't care. I'm fine being a virgin. I'm not even dating anyone. 

Although I do have a cousin, well, he's not really my cousin, that I think I'm supposed to have a crush on.

I think.

People have good and bad times, right?

Just like they have bad memories, they also have good ones, ones that make them happy. I don't exactly have a worst memory, it was just too...well, it just doesn't seem to fit. I have good memories though, but they are not exactly of the happiest moments of my life.

Is that odd? To favor a memory of the happiest things in your life over another moment? Maybe I shouldn't call it a happy memory, but a best memory. And it seems so silly. You wanna know what it's about?

I don't know how I survived last week. 

Not that anything was really wrong with it, unless you count that my brother practically moved in for it. I love him, I actually do, but I can only handle him in small doses. Really, between him and my MawMaw political whatever, I've barely been on the computer, managing only to leave a few small comments. I guess this would be my apology if I missed you, so, sorry. 

Really I don't have anything to say, I was just letting you know I'm still here and that I have a reason for my absence.

What do you want to hear about?

I mean, honestly, I'm willing to talk about almost anything, but I don't know what you want ot hear or what bores you. It's probably silly to ask that since no one will read this, but I'm curious. They say that curiosity is the cure for boredom and that there is no cure of curiosity. That could occasionally be a bad thing, right? After all, curiosity killed the cat, and what would we do without felines? 

Okay, this is quickly becoming pointless, but I will undoubtedly check in again soon.

Bye-bye.

I never knew it was possible to be so cold, yet not be frozen. 

I'm pretty good in cold temperatures, they normally aren't that bad on me, I don't mean I'm hot-natured enough to walk around in shorts when it's February (Well, I did walk around in shorts in February, but come on, it was almost 80!), but I can manage. 

Today I went with my Grandparents to a Show, and we needed to be here early, as in rise and shine at 5 in the morning. I am not a morning person. I'm a night owl to my core, I'd rather stay up until five than get up. The temperature was supposed to be 52, which I can handle. It was 41, but with the almost constant wind it felt much colder. I've got this really heavy hoodie that my Mom got me for Christmas, and when they had their pig roast on New Years, it kept me warm. Today I had a jacket and T-shirt on under it. I still shook.

If you still haven't gotten a picture of how cold it was, then let me tell you this: after we got there, it sleeted. Then at seven, it snowed. I LIVE IN LOUISIANA, IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO SNOW!!! 



So, in the end, I was very cold, but I have since taken a nap by a roaring fire and recovered.

Since my friend Lylith_st got me to post my first entry, I've been wanting to do it again, so whatever horrors you find in my journal, the blame goes to her. Now that I have preserved my innocence, what do I talk about? I suppose my life would be the obvious answer, but I don't really have one. I'm home schooled, so no fear of bullies or anything. I'm assuming schools still have bullies in the tenth grade? Or are there only groups of jocks and preppy cheerleaders to worry about? I suppose that they could be considered as bullies with peer pressure and all, but I really don't know. Maybe I should make an inquiry with my baby brother - my link to the outside world. I don't exactly have friends in real life, so I depend on him. It sounds funny, calling it real life, because the computer isn't make believe, but perhaps we play pretend with the people we meet online and it therefore doesn't count as real life? Oh well, it doesn't matter, I'm a bit of a hermit anyway. I wouldn't be so close to Josh (my brother) if he didn't come visit so much. I wonder why he does that? To escape Kim, I wonder? Kim is our older sister, and we met her almost two and a half years ago. You see, she wasn't supposed to be our Dad's child, but surprise, surprise! It's okay, though, I like her and so does Josh (as much as any twelve year old loves their twenty year old sis). I blame that I get along with them because of my age, I'll be sixteen soon, so I'm four years apart from both of them. Oh, and in case you're wondering why I don't live with my sibling, it's not because our parents split or anything, but I've always lived with my grandparents, see? 

Okay, I think I need to stop now, or else you'll get my autobiography. It would all still be Lolita's fault, of course. (Lolita is my pet-name for Lylith_st. Bye-bye.