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

The fantabulous, amazing, BUSY summer!

I have gone more places this summer than I've gone in all the summers of my life. I have been to camp, the beach(a couple times), White Lake, I got a pedicure, I've been roller skating, I've seen a movie at the theater, and I've still managed to have time to watch cartoons, take care of my dog, and pine over not having a "signifigant other". I have also managed to write a story that's at least 11 pages long, note book paper, front and back. Really I guess you can consider the "chin altering experiance" part of my summer as well. And I am leaving tomorrow on a two week "vacation" to my Aunt and Uncle's house in Cochranton, PA. My closest-in-age cousin is there, she's a little over two years older than me. I have no idea what we'll be doing, but maybe I will find a husband :P. These are my Mennonite relatives so marrying young is no big deal. It would certainly be funny if I come back after two weeks and say, "Oh yeah, mom, dad, I'm married and moving to PA." Ok, well maybe I would find it funny even if nobody else did. Either way, I'm leaving tomorrow morning and I haven't even started packing yet. I pretty much know what I'm taking it's just a matter of putting it in the bag. Oh well. Another trip, another bag packed.

Operation: Birthday Funtastic...

was a complete success. We had a few laughs, got our toenails painted, roller skated, and watched Madagascar(funny movie, the dvd should be interesting). It was the best surprise I have ever pulled off. Oh wait it's also the ONLY... Oh well...
I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. MOVE IT! *dances around*