Just stuff, I guess

First blog in a while. I am aware. I've just been really busy, seriously. I hate having to say that. Honestly? I HAVE been super busy. Every weekend for the past 3 months has been scheduled to the max. Damn, even though it's true, I hate having to say it. Why? Because no one believes it. I mean, sure, they say "Oh, alright. I get it. We can just reschedule. :)", they really mean "Really? If you don't want to come over, just say so". Or maybe that's just me being paranoid. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Anyway. Spring Break. I looked foward to it so much! It's a break from school, who wouldn't? But, let's just say, it started off less that optimal. Our break, unlike other schools, started off on Friday because we're a private school and we can do that. So, I woke up on Friday morning and breathed a sigh of relief! A whole week without homework! Okay, that's a lie, but it wasn't being regularly assigned. Since it was, after all, a break, I slept in until 10. That's the latest I've slept in since... 4th grade? I loved it. So, after getting ready, my mom came in and asked if I wanted to go out and eat to celebrate. Of course I did, she offered to take me to Casa Ole. How could I refuse (it's my favorite restaurant ever)? She tossed me the keys and told me to drive there. I'm a good driver. I really am. I don't speed (okay, well, maybe a little bit. But only because people on the freeway always speed), I never run red lights. I stop at all stop signs and look both ways before heading out into the street. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Car accidents happen sometimes. I get it. My dad has had a few. But I never thought I would get into one. Don't worry, it's not nearly as bad as it sounds. I was going straight (from a straight or turn lane) and a woman (from a straight only lane) pulled left in front of me. This is going to sound extremely cliche, but it's true: it went in slow motion. True, we were only going about 30 mph, so it wasn't that fast to begin with, but the sound of the cars colliding seemed like forever. The other driver and I pulled into some small parking lot. I was terrified. Crying and shaking. Gimme a break, I had just turned 16 and I had already gotten into an accident. Then, to make matters worse, this large woman stepped out of the driver's side and slammed her door (well, she attempted to. It just sprang back open). She had sunglasses and a look that could kill puppies on her face. Oh, and she was covered in tatoos. Normally, tatoos don't scare me, but right then, those stars seemed as if they were staring into my soul. Then, she started to claim that I was in a turn only lane and should have turned, which led to my breaking down crying again. She called the cops and we waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, an hour later, a cop car pulled out. After talking to us, he inspected both cars, listened to our stories, and said to me "I think she's right. I think that's a must turn lane. Let's see". We turned to face the intersection where the collision had happened. The cop said (to me) "If the people in the far lane all turn, you're getting the ticket. If they don't, she'll be getting it". This moment seemed almost as intense as the battle scene during 300 (okay, I haven't actually seen the movie, but I've heard it's pretty intense). We waited for the light to turn green. When it finally did, the first car turned left. My spirits fell. I almost began to cry again, but then I looked up. Every car behind that one began going straight! REJOICE! TAKE THAT, TATOO LADY! Long story short, she got the ticket and I got Chile Con Queso and Tacos, courtesy of my wonderful mother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, admittedly, that really sucked (the accident, not the queso). But everything after that was amazing. We went to my grandma and step-grandpa's house to celebrate my family birthday. We were about to start eating dinner when the doorbell rang. I looked at the door and there was my grandpa! I hardly ever get to see him because he lives in...*shudder* Lubbock. Anyway, we ate and I got some presents (a tower of candy. Literally). After that we went geocaching. Never heard of it? You're missing out. It's like treasure hunting in urban areas. People go and hide these Geocaching boxes and then they post the coordinates on the geacaching website. Then, if you want to go and find one, you plug in the coordinates and go a'searching! I know it might seem immature, but it's so much fun. I've always wanted to be an explorer. This is my chance. In addition to the geocaching, I saw my family almost every day that week. So much fun. Unlike the majority of teenagers my age, I really love my family. They are the people I know I can trust to love me unconditionally, but who will also be straight with me if I've done something I shouldn't have. I had a sleepover with my little cousins, whom I love to death and we jumped around and sang Kryptonite, built Legos and had a pillow pet fight. Yeah, I have a pillow pet. It's a lady bug named Bug-a-boo. If you've got a problem with that, I really don't care. I am proud of who I am. I'm a 16 year old girl. I get scared. I am happy, but I get sad sometimes. I love acting like a little kid. I go back and fix typos in my blog and on texts(when I see them, that is), not so the other person thinks I can spell well, but because typos just really bug me. I love biology and history. I am a self-proclaimed nerd. I don't really like talking on the phone too much. I love late-night conversations at sleep-overs. I've gone through a lot of crap in my life, but I'm still an optimist and (even though I can't prove Him and He doesn't make sense to me) I now beleive in God. I talk to my dogs and cats. I have a past, but I also have a future. That's who I am, and I'm not changing for anyone anymore. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alright, that seemed a little out of place... But it felt right to me. Didn't I feel right to you? Okay, I'm talking to the computer again, I think it's time to stop. Haha, until next time!

My excuse and Singing hamsters.

Um... *peeks out from behind computer screen*... Hi, everyone... *weak smile*
Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. But, I do have an excuse. At least for a few days. The last few I was just kind of tired.
So, at my school we have a laptop program wherein all of the students are given computers. I don't know whose idea it was to give a bunch of teenagers a bunch of expensive computers, but that's not the point. Since we are, after all, a bunch of teenagers, we are not exactly "gentle" with our lovely computers. Therefore the principal sees it fit to have a computer service location. Also known as The Cave (of sexual torture). That last part isn't the legit name. That would be inappropriate seeing as it is a Catholic school... Anyway, The Cavemen and woman ordered all of last year's freshmen to take their computers (I named mine Link-o Po Chink-o) to The Cave so that they may be updated to Windows 7!! Yay! Pretty! Okay, so my computer was away at The Cave for about three days. So that's part one of my excuse. Part two of my excuse exists of reading online comics, staying up late talking to my Chat Orgy (Yes, you read that correctly. No, it is not a real orgy. I am a good Christian girl...Sometimes. Heh heh), writing a book (which I haven't updated lately, but here's the link anyway: http://www.wattpad.com/493870-lights-cameras-disaster ), and watching Harry Potter and zombie movies with my friends... I feel like that is a decent excuse.

Now, I will go on to the portion of the blog wherein I whine and complain about things that annoy me! Yay!

Kia. They have very nice cars. I mean, they are pretty and they are environmentally friendly (or as friendly as a gas-guzzler can be). But there is one reason that has made me decide that I will NEVER buy a car from Kia Motors: wangster hamsters. Yes, wangster. Wanna-be gangster. Those less-than-ghetto-fabulous rodents from the Kia commercials get on my nerves. They all walk around with their doo rags on and try to be super-fly. (Reference picture) Now, don't get me wrong, the hamsters aren't the only part of the commercials that I hate with a burning passion that could fuel a thousand small towns for an eternity. I also dislike the music that is playing in the background of the "Soul Hamster" commercials. "You can get with this, or you can get with that. You can get with this, or you can get with that. You can get with this, or you can get with that." And it goes on and on and on. First off, I have no appreciation for a song that is put in motion to small rodents. Secondly, why would I want to "get with" a car. I feel like that would be at least partially illegal. Like.... Automotiphilia. Automotiviality (like bestiality. But with cars). So, no, Kia Hamsters. I will not be "getting with" any of your vehicles in the forseeable future.

And that's all I have to say on the matter.
Farewell!