Day 1, but not really.

I didn't blog yesterday, mostly cause I forgot, but also cause Lauren blogged, and we made like ten vlogs.

Yes. So. I'm here! Half the day I was like, "Wow." I think I kept expecting to walk out the door and still be in California. It's a really weird thing to think that I'm on the east coast. It's also amazing and wonderful and wow. Lauren's room is so PINK. It's scary.

I made her watch Dr. Who! *evil smiley*

We're going to record a video now. Or soon. And my brain is still sluggish, because we didn't sleep until 5:30 this morning, and yeah.

Day 0 - Airports.

;LESHDGA SGJA LSHSHA

Well, now that that's out of my system (mostly) I'll say I"M AT THE AIRPORT AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME!!!

Meaning, I get to wait a little while (not so fun) go on the plane (slightly more fun) and see Lauren (FUNNEST EVER)!!

I've got about an hour wait. But my good friend The Internet is willing to help me out and alleviate some of my boredom.

I should sleep. But I'm probably not going to. There are some WEIRD people coming off this plane ... the one before mine? Woww... Ooh, one guy looks like Sylar. How creepy. Anna does not agree. (I can't believe I took a stalker picture for you, Anna.) It was a crappy picture though, and he really did, I don't care what you say. EWW. I sound like a Sylar fangirl. Lauren! Anna! What have you done? D<

Anyway. I've got about 45 mins until I get to board the plane and put stuff away ... Not so fun.

Oh wow, it just got really quiet. Like. Everyone left and it's quiet. Also creepy. *resists the urge to make loud noises*

Hello flight attendants! You look particularly unhappy! Poor guys. I'd be kinda grumpy if I had to fly all day.

There's an old couple sitting in front of me. They're BOTH hidden behind their newspaper. It's hilarious. All I can see are old-people legs.

Ah. I think I'm done blogging about airports.

Goodbye.

I love you all.

*SQUEE*

Okay. So, let's get set up here; let you know what's going on. (I'm speaking to 'you' as in the blog, since most who read this will know already.)

I"M GOING TO LAUREN'S!@!! For a week. Leaving tomorrow. *SQUEEEEEEE*

So, this last few days has been a lot of shopping (cause I have no clothes) and packing (cause I now have clothes with which to pack) I just finished cleaning my room, which makes my mom happy, while eating chocolate, which made me happy. I am now in bed, just about ready to pass out.

My sister bought me a dress; it's so pretty. :3 I've got comfy shoes, which i've been needing for a while. I think everything I got were things I've been needing. (Having not gone Summer Clothes Shopping in years.) No idea what the weather is actually like over there ... should probably talk to Lauren about that. Again. (She needs to stop answering my questions when I'm half asleep! I really don't remember what she says.)

My sister took me shopping today, which is always fun. (Especially when you count in the two babies and one husband (her's, not mine,) we brought along as well.) Getting out of the house went like this:

Sister: "You need to open the door, I need my purse."
BrotherInLaw:"*sighs* You people."
"'You people?' What, Hawiians?"
"Yes."
"Women?"
"Yes."
"I just want to know who exactly you're discriminating against, here."
"Human kind!"

And later, a conversation between my brother in law and myself talking about me needing an ID to travel.
"You sure they'll let you on the plane with just that ID? Cause, you know, you look like a terrorist."
"Hah, thanks."
"No, I'm not kidding."

Yeah, my family's lovely. Speaking of family! My cousins came over this evening; they'd come by earlier, but I wasn't home and they wanted to see me before I left. So, we had a good time, my aunt freaked me out by telling me about this girl getting assaulted on a plane by the guy she was sitting next to, my face went: ._. and we said I LOVE YOU BYE!

So then I cleaned my room and packed and here I am.

Anyway, I wanted to say that I'm going to blog every day for at least the next week. And I know, I say things like that all the time, but it will actually happen this time because Lauren will LITERALLY kick me and make me do this, if I tell her to. Which I will, so there. You might even get pictures.

And with that, I sign off before I pass out.

First Photo: He can hold your hand, you know ...

This photo wasn't taken today, but I didn't strictly say that it had to.

About the photo: So, we'd brought the baby home, and Evie was sort of, in that two-year-old way, "What is this thing you have brought into my domain?" towards the baby. This was the first time that he really took an interest in the baby. It was really sweet.




I love the marker on Evie's hand. xD It's very toddler-ish, isn't it?

Proposition

So, you know how we said we were gonna update every day and totally stick to this and be committed?

Failure.

At least on my part.

And the part of like, everyone else who started this with me.

Anyway, I'ma fix that. I propose a new project, at least for myself.

So, because I need to get back into photography again, I am going to blog every day, and post a picture that was taken that day. As soon as I figure out how to upload pictures from the good camera ...

(This is a lovely time to start a new project, as we're moving and all ...)

Also, I'll probably talk about Screnzy, as that is happening this month.

So, to fill in since last time. (I think last time was my angsty post? Haha.) My sister had her baby. I now have nephews (plural!) He's adorable. :3 Ilam Kila Lima Horton is his name. Other new stuff ... I've moved (i'm moving) into a house with said nephews, and sister and brother-in-law. So, eight people in one house = fun! xd

OH! Let's talk about Dr. Who!

New episode. Wow. I was unsure about Matt Smith playing The Doctor. Seeing pictures and interviews and stuff before, he didn't feel very Doctor-ish. But about ten minutes into the episode, (In fact, I think it was exactly at the line where he said, "Box falls out of sky, man falls out of box, man eats fish custard, and look at you!") I was like, alright. I can believe this is The Doctor. And the end of the episode - I loved it.

I don't know. I'm not going to give a good critique; I'm still too fangirly. I don't care. I'll let myself be happy with it.

So, okay. This post is my first, and I am going to keep this up, and pictures will happen tomorrow. Probably.

Until then, as it's Sunday, let's look at some PostSecrets!


Ahaha, I know right? Easter bunnies creep me out.


Poor babies.



This one makes me happy. I think.

That's all. I'll see you all tomorrow.

Angst Angst Angst

Rant Alert! To skip, scroll down to the divider.

So, my sister is a Special Needs child - I don't know what it is exactly, but she's just ... difficult sometimes. And I, being the Little Sister and not The Parents, get the brunt of that.

Like today. I moved something in our room while cleaning, which was apparently a huge problem. (Never mind her general bad-moodness this evening.) So, while finishing cleaning, I got a rant-and-a-half about that. I'm pretty used to tuning her out, cause she can go on and on, and, well, no one likes to be talked down to for hours on end. (She doesn't really get that she's being hurtful. She's just in a bad mood and liable to complain - incessantly - about the littlest thing.) It still grated on my nerves.

So, she was going on about this to our dad, who was vaguely telling her she's being silly. Fed up, and affected by her bad mood, I finally snapped, "It's not a problem!" And my dad hushed me.

He bloody HUSHED me. As if I had done something wrong.

The first time ALL that evening I defended myself, he brushes it off. Gives me a look for picking arguments.

I wanted to scream. But I pushed past him and went into my room. Of course he followed me and I got a lecture about showing him respect and how I was being very rude.

What. The. Hell.

You know what's a little bit pathetic? When I get really angry - I cry. And when I cry I get all red and splotchy and not pretty at all. Like, you see those girls in movies and they have those perfect tears falling down their cheeks - hah! Lies. No one really cries like that. Especially not me.

So he leaves, and I cool down. Sorta. (It really pisses me off how she can get away with anything, while I'm on such a tight leash - it makes me want to scream.) I'm holed up in my room with as much privacy as I can get (which isn't much as me and The Sister share a room, and she's walking in and out.) Dad comes in, says "I love you" and I say, "I love you too, but I'm still really mad." And he looked confused. (I laughed. Out loud. He looked more confused.) So, naturally, he asks what I'm mad at. And then I rant at him, which I didn't want to do with The Sister in the room, because I'm too bloody nice. (I swear to god, the only reason I didn't go on for ten minutes was that she was standing in the room awkwardly.)

And when he left she threw a box of kleenex at me, (which i caught like the true ninja that I am,) and we're okay.


___

Ah, done ranting. Sorry. Just kind of had to get that off my chest, and I didn't want to rant at poor Anna. Welcome back to the world of blogging! Haha. That was my angst for the week.

So yeah. I've been gone for a couple weeks, yeah? So, what's new.

...
...

Something must be new. I'm fairly interesting, right?

o.O

I'm spending all week at The Nephew's. My sister is ready to have her baby any day now, so it's hard for her to take care of the two-year-old alone while my brother-in-law is at work, so I go over and help out. It's really fun.

It also presents a challenge in the 'keep up with homework' department. Right. Homework. Lets not talk about that.

Anyway, I don't have much else to say.

Welcome back me!