Maybe it's finally time to embrace the inevitable...

I've never been a huge fan of goodbyes but it seems as though I have already given up on this blog. I graduated and in some ways that made me less busy but in most ways it just made me tired. I'm working alot now, well almost full-time. I have internet in my room. And a new dog. We took Gabe to the shelter were, inevitably, he will be put to sleep. He was pyschotic and now there's little kids running around that love all dogs and think they love them. My dad didn't want there to be a risk of death or severe injury so off Gabe was taken. Really it should have been done a long time ago. We just didn't have the amount of time it would have taken to turn him into a reasonably good dog. I think he would have been able to if we started off right away and stuck to it. Oh well. What's done is done. Like this blog. "It's about as useful as jpegs to Helen Keller, I should do us all a favor and cap it like old Yeller." My compliments to Weird Al...

So ugly, it's cute! Budgett's Frogs, named after the explorer who discovered them, are large carnivorous South American frogs. They can grow to be 5 and a a half inches in size, but since they aren't very active they can be kept in a small 10 gallon aquarium. Their tank should be kept around 86*F and they cannot be housed with other animals because they will try to eat anything that moves!

What kind of Frog are you?

Yes, I do know it's been over a month since I last blogged and no, I don't really care. I don't blog when I have absolutely nothing to say, when I'm busy, or when I'm so tired I can't think straight and that's been the tale of the last month and a half.
So, hmm how much do you people need to know about my life? Well... I had a great Thanksgiving over at my friend Becky's, I have a 3.69 GPA for my Durham Tech classes(three A's one B that sort of counts as two since it was a class and a lab), and my Christmas was almost entirely untraditional but good anyways. I'm getting over the cold that's been making the rounds in NC.
In more recent news, I have a crush on someone new. *applause* It's still in the beginning stages and it's more of a passive crush because I'm still a little "gun-shy". He's younger than me. :P At the most he's two years younger so it's not too bad. I don't even know when his b-day is. I think he might have a crush on me too but it may be on another girl in our little group. Either way he's a really nice guy that I've known for a while. I've often wondered if he had a crush on me but it's becoming more obvious that he has a crush on someone but I don't know if it's me or not. I might invite him to prom this year. He's in high school and I don't know if he's going to one so why not? Can't hurt to ask. I'll probably find out if he has one and when "mine" is(as well as the theme) before I even decide for sure. I also want to find out his email address.
Actually that's about it. I guess if there's something specific you would like to know, drop me a line or two or ten or ten million billion zillion trillion. My email should be in my profile.

"...I'll be your number one with a bullet..."

I want to go to a shooting range and shoot a gun just so I know that I really can. I've never been in a situation where I had to physically defend myself, and lately, I've been seriously doubting that I could if I had to. Maybe it's a deep-seeded insecurity, maybe it's the recent stresses placed on my life, maybe it's the books I've been reading. All I know is that I suddenly feel like some sort of shrinking violet that has to have a knight in shining armor to save me from harm. The problem is that I have no knight to ride to my rescue. It's one of those times when loneliness is your worst enemy, but your only thing there. It makes me wonder if having a guy friend would change anything. If I had a guy to hang out with would I not feel panicked when I realize I don't have my knife with me?
Is this stemming back to a desire to feel protected or is it because I want to be the protector? The human psyche is a very strange and complex place.
I've always been able to picture myself in a mentoring role, maybe as a youth counselor, but how can help other people with their problems when I can't even figure out my own?

He was a tall skinny blond with green eyes and a firey soul...

His siren call beckoned too seductively for me to resist. His kiss left a sweet taste on my lips but a blaze in my mouth. He was so tender and soft I almost gave him more. But I resisted his further calls and forced him away. His musky scent beckons me and the taste of his kiss remains. I must resist his call, he is dangerous to me. My lips must remain sealed.

There's always something there to remind me...

I was going to write a long-winded and heart-felt rant about my love-life, though really the lack there-of. Fortunately for everyone, I have decided against it. Instead I will stare at the screen until I think of something else to say. Well, after I rinse out the hair dye and then take a shower. Yes, you read correctly. I dyed my hair. Just a chunk on the front left side. It's this lovely dark mahogany red-brown. It shows up really well on my blond-red-light brown color layered hair. I have light brown roots, blond for about three inches and then auburn/red tips. I like the new color though. I may just dye my whole head. Though the dye really stinks. It made my eyes water. And it's really runny. Oh well. It's a nice effect anyways. If people don't notice then they must be blind or they just don't care.

Tiny bubbles.... bubbles aplenty....

I am the only 17 year old I know that sits out on my front porch blowing bubbles, without being high. Well not that I know anybody that gets high... -_-" I actually blew bubbles until I had a headache; and kept blowing more. I didn't realize how hard it actually is to blow a bubble. I focused on it and made myself giggle because I couldn't actually do it. I am not afraid of being seen blowing bubbles. I am waiting for a guy that's the same way. And I am not afraid of dancing down the aisles of a shoe store if I like the music. Or any store for that matter. So the first guy that dances with me in a store like that is obviously going to be a very special person in my heart. As long as he isn't really old :P