Go to spikenerd.blogspot.com. Nao.
Just do it.
Later.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
-- twenty.
mood: Neutral.
listening to: The coffee maker.
reading: Nothing. I need some new books. = =;
watching: Nothing.
playing: Nothing.
eating: Attempting toast.
drinking: Milk.
- - - - - >
My wisdom teeth finally hurt.
For the past week, they were just sore, so I'd thought maybe it was just my braces causing that. Now they flat-out hurt.
I thought of informing my mother (because it's hard for me to, you know, eat with pain in the back of my jaws). The debate that sparked in my head went like this:
NO!
Yes.
NO!
Yes.
NO NO NO.
I really think we should. It's probably important.
But she'll have them pulled out! D:
We've got to have them pulled out within the next year anyway. We could get it over with now, you know.
Yeah, but I don't want to have to deal with all that pain.
It's painful now.
I'm also scared of being "put under" for the operation—especially with an IV. I don't want any needles anywhere near me, whether I'm unconscious or not. I don't want needles in my arm.
There isn't much else they can do about that besides gas us, and I don't think that makes tooth extraction anymore pleasant.
; ;
Maybe we should tell her.
Let's just wait a bit. If it still hurts later, we can tell her.
I can work with that.
... I think a lot nowadays.
I think waiting would be best for right now, though. It could just be the braces. (Wait, shouldn't I also say something even if it's that?)
So I'll wait just a bit.
...
I'm going to go shower, straighten/spike my hair, and then get a picture or two already. I forgot to do that last night. D|| Ta.
listening to: The coffee maker.
reading: Nothing. I need some new books. = =;
watching: Nothing.
playing: Nothing.
eating: Attempting toast.
drinking: Milk.
- - - - - >
My wisdom teeth finally hurt.
For the past week, they were just sore, so I'd thought maybe it was just my braces causing that. Now they flat-out hurt.
I thought of informing my mother (because it's hard for me to, you know, eat with pain in the back of my jaws). The debate that sparked in my head went like this:
Yes.
NO!
Yes.
NO NO NO.
I really think we should. It's probably important.
But she'll have them pulled out! D:
We've got to have them pulled out within the next year anyway. We could get it over with now, you know.
Yeah, but I don't want to have to deal with all that pain.
It's painful now.
I'm also scared of being "put under" for the operation—especially with an IV. I don't want any needles anywhere near me, whether I'm unconscious or not. I don't want needles in my arm.
There isn't much else they can do about that besides gas us, and I don't think that makes tooth extraction anymore pleasant.
; ;
Maybe we should tell her.
Let's just wait a bit. If it still hurts later, we can tell her.
I can work with that.
... I think a lot nowadays.
I think waiting would be best for right now, though. It could just be the braces. (Wait, shouldn't I also say something even if it's that?)
So I'll wait just a bit.
...
I'm going to go shower, straighten/spike my hair, and then get a picture or two already. I forgot to do that last night. D|| Ta.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
-- nineteen.
mood: I dunno, really. Neutral? I'm still a bit randomly irritated.
listening to: "Kremlin Dusk" - Utada Hikaru.
reading: Nothing. I need some new books. = =;
watching: Nothing.
playing: With FireFox and Songbird! :D
eating: Nothing.
drinking: Monster.
- - - - - >
◊ one;
Long story short:
A week ago, I got my hair cut ubershort, like I did last spring, only this time I had a certain style in mind.
The woman cutting it cut it wrong and it looked bad.
I went back yesterday to get it fixed, mostly at the command of my mother's.
It now looks fucking fantastic.
I'll probably take a picture or two for you guys tomorrow rather than right now, because I want to get photos of it when it's spiked and straightened... and the severe winds we had today pretty much ruined that over the course of the day.
So, expect that, if you're curious. :]
[Reviews (lol)]
Tomas: You could probably pull off looking like a girl Super Saiyan.
Allison: It's definitely better than what it was yesterday. It's more girly.
Luke: It gives you more attitude. ... I would not dare challenge you now, whether you're in a bad mood or not.
Mrs. V: You got it all styled and adorable and everything. ;D
[/Reviews (lol)]
- - - - - >
◊ two;
Remember when I told you guys that I was going to take a written test to get my permit last or this week?
Consider that plan moot.
It would seem that Texas has yet another imbecilic set of rules that teenage drivers in training must abide by:
Because I am still under the age of eighteen, I cannot simply read the driver's handbook I was given, take lessons from my mother, and then walk in and say, "Alright, let's take this written test and get a permit, eh?"
Beginner drivers under eighteen can't take tutoring from their parents unless their parents have been Texas citizens for three years... and, obviously, my mother has not been. So the alternative is that I have to take a class to relearn what I already studied over and then take my written test.
Here's the problem with that: All the classes we've found so far are ridiculously overpriced. (The classes in town cost three hundred dollars... apiece. Remember that Chris has to learn this as well as I do.)
That really figures. Honestly, my gut felt that one coming.
*sighs* I'll just take the stupid class. I need to get to driving.
- - - - - >
◊ three;
WARNING:
NERD ALERT
Since I've been trying to personalize my laptop to suit me in the last few weeks, I recently downloaded Firefox and its accompanying media player, Songbird.
I am so unbelievably, funnily, adorably, insanely obsessed with both by now, because they're easier for me to use than Internet Explorer or Windows Media Player and I can actually customize them the way I see fit, which tickles and amuses me ever so. ||D
I am such a huge nerd.
That's okay, though, because I'm a cute nerd.
P.S. The only real problem that I'm having with Songbird is that it "crashes" between every few songs, and I have to keep sending crash error reports to their website. Luckily, I don't lose any of the songs in my playlist when it happens, and it doesn't bug me that much as long as I still have those, so I still recommend Songbird—but that's only if you have the patience to put up with the occasional crashes I'm having.
I'll find a way to fix it later.
- - - - - >
◊ four;
I just wanted to let you guys know that on April 9th (next week), right after school, Mother is taking my brothers and me to visit our grandparents in Arkansas (I haven't been down there since a certain time of harsh eye-opening), and, if I remember correctly, we'll not be back until sometime the following Saturday.
That means this: I will not be online at that time, and I probably won't be texting while I'm there, either. (And that means this: DO NOT SEND ME MESSAGES, GUYS, DAMN. I don't have unlimited texting anymore, since we need to save up on money.)
For those of you that will be waiting for me, just remember I love you and keep yourselves occupied until I return. I won't be there that long anyway.
If you want, I'll take pictures. Mm-hmm.
- - - - - >
listening to: "Kremlin Dusk" - Utada Hikaru.
reading: Nothing. I need some new books. = =;
watching: Nothing.
playing: With FireFox and Songbird! :D
eating: Nothing.
drinking: Monster.
- - - - - >
◊ one;
Long story short:
A week ago, I got my hair cut ubershort, like I did last spring, only this time I had a certain style in mind.
The woman cutting it cut it wrong and it looked bad.
I went back yesterday to get it fixed, mostly at the command of my mother's.
It now looks fucking fantastic.
I'll probably take a picture or two for you guys tomorrow rather than right now, because I want to get photos of it when it's spiked and straightened... and the severe winds we had today pretty much ruined that over the course of the day.
So, expect that, if you're curious. :]
[Reviews (lol)]
Tomas: You could probably pull off looking like a girl Super Saiyan.
Allison: It's definitely better than what it was yesterday. It's more girly.
Luke: It gives you more attitude. ... I would not dare challenge you now, whether you're in a bad mood or not.
Mrs. V: You got it all styled and adorable and everything. ;D
[/Reviews (lol)]
- - - - - >
◊ two;
Remember when I told you guys that I was going to take a written test to get my permit last or this week?
Consider that plan moot.
It would seem that Texas has yet another imbecilic set of rules that teenage drivers in training must abide by:
Because I am still under the age of eighteen, I cannot simply read the driver's handbook I was given, take lessons from my mother, and then walk in and say, "Alright, let's take this written test and get a permit, eh?"
Beginner drivers under eighteen can't take tutoring from their parents unless their parents have been Texas citizens for three years... and, obviously, my mother has not been. So the alternative is that I have to take a class to relearn what I already studied over and then take my written test.
Here's the problem with that: All the classes we've found so far are ridiculously overpriced. (The classes in town cost three hundred dollars... apiece. Remember that Chris has to learn this as well as I do.)
That really figures. Honestly, my gut felt that one coming.
*sighs* I'll just take the stupid class. I need to get to driving.
- - - - - >
◊ three;
NERD ALERT
Since I've been trying to personalize my laptop to suit me in the last few weeks, I recently downloaded Firefox and its accompanying media player, Songbird.
I am so unbelievably, funnily, adorably, insanely obsessed with both by now, because they're easier for me to use than Internet Explorer or Windows Media Player and I can actually customize them the way I see fit, which tickles and amuses me ever so. ||D
I am such a huge nerd.
That's okay, though, because I'm a cute nerd.
P.S. The only real problem that I'm having with Songbird is that it "crashes" between every few songs, and I have to keep sending crash error reports to their website. Luckily, I don't lose any of the songs in my playlist when it happens, and it doesn't bug me that much as long as I still have those, so I still recommend Songbird—but that's only if you have the patience to put up with the occasional crashes I'm having.
I'll find a way to fix it later.
- - - - - >
◊ four;
I just wanted to let you guys know that on April 9th (next week), right after school, Mother is taking my brothers and me to visit our grandparents in Arkansas (I haven't been down there since a certain time of harsh eye-opening), and, if I remember correctly, we'll not be back until sometime the following Saturday.
That means this: I will not be online at that time, and I probably won't be texting while I'm there, either. (And that means this: DO NOT SEND ME MESSAGES, GUYS, DAMN. I don't have unlimited texting anymore, since we need to save up on money.)
For those of you that will be waiting for me, just remember I love you and keep yourselves occupied until I return. I won't be there that long anyway.
If you want, I'll take pictures. Mm-hmm.
- - - - - >
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
-- eighteen.
mood: A little sad... I think.
listening to: "Map of the Problematique" - Muse.
reading: Nothing
watching: Nothing
playing: Nothing
eating: Nothing
drinking: Water
- - - - - >
◊ one;
Father brought us back to Mother's last Friday.
The last two days I was there could've gone much better.
My weekend could have, too.
- - - - - >
◊ two;
I don't feel so well lately, physically or emotionally—mostly emotionally.
For me, things have been... very off and on recently, and it's left me with a bad feeling deep in my stomach. It's left me feeling nervous.
... That's really all I can say about the last few days. I mean... what more is there?
There's more. Of course there's more.
I'm just good at keeping my mouth shut nowadays.
I still respect privacy, unlike some people here.
All of what I'm feeling right now... confuses me...
I feel like I need to cry, but... I worry that I'll be crying for no reason if I do.
My chest feels empty (and yet my head feels so full).
I feel lost, for some reason... like someone let go of my hand and just left me here, as though they expected me to make this journey on my own.
I feel hated, but I think that's just the negative aura in this house. Then again, I don't really know anymore.
I guess all I can do about this right now is talk about it when I can find the words and keep thinking about the good things that lie ahead, to keep myself going.
- - - - - >
◊ three;
The only things I find worthy of updating from recently:
• I've been studying my driver's handbook, and I plan on taking the written test probably this week or next week to get my permit... finally. (I can't wait to get my license.)
• My counselor and I got my classes for next year figured out today, so I'm approximately six or seven months ahead of schedule in that area.
• I get out of school May 29th—nearly two months away—and I am psyched.
For those of you anticipating my arrival back home for this summer, here is the plan, after I get out of school this year:
Chris and I will head down to Father's for a week to visit him once again. After that, we'll have to drive back here, because I have to get my braces tightened that following weekend. Then we'll fly out to Vegas for three weeks to visit you.
You have no idea how much I miss you guys and that place. Really.
- - - - - >
◊ four;
LONELINESS, BE OVER:
You once told me in a Valentine's letter that things will get worse before they get better.
I need you to believe that, too, because I have ever since.
Have you forgotten how much I care for you?
I care endlessly. Deeply.
That, fleur de lune, is just an understatement.
I will never abandon you.
I told you that. I promised you that.
I watched you cry and felt your heart break, and I promised to do my best for you, for us.
I JUST CAN'T TURN AND WALK AWAY.
It's hard to say what it is I see in you
Wonder if I'll always be with you
Words can't say and I can't do enough to prove
It's all for you
Don't give up on me, 'cause I've been fighting for you since day one.
I BELIEVE IN IT.
- - - - - >
listening to: "Map of the Problematique" - Muse.
reading: Nothing
watching: Nothing
playing: Nothing
eating: Nothing
drinking: Water
- - - - - >
◊ one;
Father brought us back to Mother's last Friday.
The last two days I was there could've gone much better.
My weekend could have, too.
- - - - - >
◊ two;
I don't feel so well lately, physically or emotionally—mostly emotionally.
For me, things have been... very off and on recently, and it's left me with a bad feeling deep in my stomach. It's left me feeling nervous.
... That's really all I can say about the last few days. I mean... what more is there?
I'm just good at keeping my mouth shut nowadays.
I still respect privacy, unlike some people here.
All of what I'm feeling right now... confuses me...
I feel like I need to cry, but... I worry that I'll be crying for no reason if I do.
My chest feels empty (and yet my head feels so full).
I feel lost, for some reason... like someone let go of my hand and just left me here, as though they expected me to make this journey on my own.
I feel hated, but I think that's just the negative aura in this house. Then again, I don't really know anymore.
I guess all I can do about this right now is talk about it when I can find the words and keep thinking about the good things that lie ahead, to keep myself going.
But what if those good things actually turn out to be bad?
- - - - - >
◊ three;
The only things I find worthy of updating from recently:
• I've been studying my driver's handbook, and I plan on taking the written test probably this week or next week to get my permit... finally. (I can't wait to get my license.)
• My counselor and I got my classes for next year figured out today, so I'm approximately six or seven months ahead of schedule in that area.
• I get out of school May 29th—nearly two months away—and I am psyched.
For those of you anticipating my arrival back home for this summer, here is the plan, after I get out of school this year:
Chris and I will head down to Father's for a week to visit him once again. After that, we'll have to drive back here, because I have to get my braces tightened that following weekend. Then we'll fly out to Vegas for three weeks to visit you.
You have no idea how much I miss you guys and that place. Really.
- - - - - >
◊ four;
You once told me in a Valentine's letter that things will get worse before they get better.
I need you to believe that, too, because I have ever since.
Have you forgotten how much I care for you?
I care endlessly. Deeply.
That, fleur de lune, is just an understatement.
I will never abandon you.
I told you that. I promised you that.
I watched you cry and felt your heart break, and I promised to do my best for you, for us.
It's hard to say what it is I see in you
Wonder if I'll always be with you
Words can't say and I can't do enough to prove
It's all for you
Don't give up on me, 'cause I've been fighting for you since day one.
- - - - - >
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
-- seventeen.
mood: Mellowed out.
listening to: Nothing.
reading: Nothing
watching: The time, and The Patriot.
playing: Nothing
eating: Nothing, but I'm hungry.
drinking: I really, really, really, really, really want a Monster.
- - - - - >
For those that have been blatantly unaware, Chris and I have been at our father's house in Oklahoma since late Friday night.
I decided it's time I update.
MARCH 13
School was literally a blow-off day.
We didn't do any work (save for Chris's and my Japanese final exams that finally came into our counselor's mailbox), and most of the day felt like the perfect technique to waste time in my life.
More than half the things that happened aren't worth explaining.
After school, we immediately drove three or four hours to meet my Father. Then we drove four or five more hours with him to his house. We arrived home late at night and went to bed.
MARCH 14
Father had to work, but my stepmother has the weekends off, so she stayed home with Chris, our baby brother, and me.
Since my father's internet connection is superior to my mother's satellite, and I can actually watch videos here without causing a problem, I spent most of the time watching stuff on youtube (material on September 11th, Zeitgeist 9/11, The Grudge 3 trailers, both endings of The Grudge 2, Captain Disillusion, Jeff Dunham).
After Father got home, we waited for my grandmother to arrive. When she did, we did a little late celebration for Chris's birthday. We had chicken for dinner and chocolate cake for dessert. C: Yum.
I also got to webcam with my Kitsune.
Even now, still, I can't describe how happy I was to see him, or... what happened to my heart when I saw my pretty boy... and he is indeed still so, so, so, so pretty.
*chuckles slyly* And then I got on later that evening...
(Can you say, "Censored for your protection?")
MARCH 15
I webcammed with Tyler some more before he and the family went out shopping. :]
When Father got home, he took Chris and me shooting. He brought two of his rifles and Chris brought his own.
Because I'm extremely clumsy, prone to accidents and injury, and I nearly shot a guy's foot off last time due to lack of trigger safety, Father insisted I stick to using his 22 Rimfire. I couldn't have agreed more, after hearing how loud Chris's and his guns were—and seeing how violent their kicks were when they were fired.
I got three bull's eyes on my first round.
I don't shoot for a living. I don't even practice.
Kick. Ass.
MARCH 16
It was a good day, and then... not so much.
MARCH 17
So, this was yesterday.
Father had the day off, so he decided that we would go out and do a few things together—just him, Chris, and me, the way it used to be (the way I like it, admittedly).
We went to Braum's for lunch, like we always do at least once each time we visit. Chris got a chicken sandwich and I got chicken fingers.
Father wondered if we ever put any variety into our food choices. xD
While we ate, the three of us chatted away, had in-depth and meaningful conversations—probably the most intelligent conversations I've had in a long, long, long time. We even caught up a little bit, learned some new things about each other. (I don't know what Chris is doing staring at my female friends' asses when I'm not looking, but I'll be having a stern talk with him about that later, the disrespectful twit...)
Then, Chris and I got ice cream: strawberry for him, chocolate for me.
Me: Ew, you're getting strawberry?
Chris: Yeah. What's wrong with strawberry?
Me: Strawberry is nasty, dude.
Chris: It is not! D: Strawberry is good.
Me: It's disgusting, bro, honestly.
Chris: You've never even tried it.
Me: I have so.
Chris: When?
Me: In elementary school, then again twice in middle school, then again in freshman year.
Chris: ... Try it again.
Me: xD Yeah, no.
Chris: You like strawberry milk!
Me: No, I don't.
Chris: DDD8
Me: I don't like strawberry ice cream. I don't like strawberry milk. Hell, bro, I don't even like strawberries.
Chris: ... There's something wrong with you.
Me: No, I'm just better suited with chocolate.
Chris: Well... chocolate looks like crap. |3
Me: Very nice, very nice. You stay up all night thinking of that one, Mister Originality?
Chris: I got to bed around two.
Afterward, we went to Wal-Mart to do some grocery shopping.
I, however, went looking in the music section, just to see if I'd find anything interesting.
I got a CD from a new band called Thriving Ivory, and after giving it some time, I love it.
Review time:
• The vocalist, Clayton Stroope, could use a bit of work. I don't think he's a horrible singer, but... there are some parts where his singing isn't that great, either. When I first listened to the CD, I thought he sounded as though he were trying to imitate Jag from A Skylit Drive. I found that it just takes some getting used to, though, and now I'm perfectly okay with his voice. :]
• The lyrics... are better than anything I could've come up with, ever. They flow together easily with the music, and they're sweet and inspiring.
• The music itself is just amazing. It all fits perfectly with the lyrics, and some of it has even made me cry because it's so touching. (Then again, I'm a little sensitive.)
• I've found that there's imagery in their songs. It's like... the band uses their lyrics to conjure up half of that imagery, and then they use their music to complete the rest, and then they blend it all together so it turns into something pretty and soothing. (In fact, I think the music blocks out Clayton's voice most of the time.)
The only two songs I don't like are "Overrated" and "Light Up Mississippi". That's it.
My father even likes them, and he's super judgmental when it comes to music.
Later on, my family took to teasing me as we ate dinner.
Father: ... I'm afraid you're going to starve to death before you ever get to finish eating, with those damn braces in your mouth.
Me: I know, right?
Shannon: Honey, she'll be fine. Just takes some getting used to. Trust me.
Father: Well, just be sure you brush really good afterward, okay?
Me: No, I'm going to rebel against you so that I can suffer cavities and bad breath and discoloration.
Father: ... < <
Shannon: She's joking, honey. x3
Father: Yeeeah.
Shannon: The two things you probably won't be able to eat the whole time you have braces are corn on the cob and whole apples.
Me: ... Great. I fucking love apples and now I can't eat them.
Shannon: You can, if you cut them into pieces.
Me: That's no fun, though...
Father: Applesauce!
Chris: *tries to stifle laughter*
Me: Yeah, no. Applesauce is disgusting.
Father: Oh really?
Me: Yeah. Y'know, I don't see the point of applesauce. You've got the whole apple, so why make it into a sauce, honestly?
Chris: ... Maybe for people who have braces LOL.
Me: ...
Father: *takes to laughing his ass off*
Shannon: *stifles giggles* Walked right into that one, Shelby...
Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hate you all and whatnot.
WHY ME?
Ugh... Stupid scrap metal...
MARCH 18
The parentals are at work, so I'm using this time to update. Sitting here with Chris, watching The Patriot. Texting Tyler and waiting for him to come home.
Not much going on.
listening to: Nothing.
reading: Nothing
watching: The time, and The Patriot.
playing: Nothing
eating: Nothing, but I'm hungry.
drinking: I really, really, really, really, really want a Monster.
- - - - - >
For those that have been blatantly unaware, Chris and I have been at our father's house in Oklahoma since late Friday night.
I decided it's time I update.
MARCH 13
School was literally a blow-off day.
We didn't do any work (save for Chris's and my Japanese final exams that finally came into our counselor's mailbox), and most of the day felt like the perfect technique to waste time in my life.
More than half the things that happened aren't worth explaining.
After school, we immediately drove three or four hours to meet my Father. Then we drove four or five more hours with him to his house. We arrived home late at night and went to bed.
MARCH 14
Father had to work, but my stepmother has the weekends off, so she stayed home with Chris, our baby brother, and me.
Since my father's internet connection is superior to my mother's satellite, and I can actually watch videos here without causing a problem, I spent most of the time watching stuff on youtube (material on September 11th, Zeitgeist 9/11, The Grudge 3 trailers, both endings of The Grudge 2, Captain Disillusion, Jeff Dunham).
After Father got home, we waited for my grandmother to arrive. When she did, we did a little late celebration for Chris's birthday. We had chicken for dinner and chocolate cake for dessert. C: Yum.
I also got to webcam with my Kitsune.
Even now, still, I can't describe how happy I was to see him, or... what happened to my heart when I saw my pretty boy... and he is indeed still so, so, so, so pretty.
*chuckles slyly* And then I got on later that evening...
MARCH 15
I webcammed with Tyler some more before he and the family went out shopping. :]
When Father got home, he took Chris and me shooting. He brought two of his rifles and Chris brought his own.
Because I'm extremely clumsy, prone to accidents and injury, and I nearly shot a guy's foot off last time due to lack of trigger safety, Father insisted I stick to using his 22 Rimfire. I couldn't have agreed more, after hearing how loud Chris's and his guns were—and seeing how violent their kicks were when they were fired.
I got three bull's eyes on my first round.
I don't shoot for a living. I don't even practice.
Kick. Ass.
MARCH 16
It was a good day, and then... not so much.
MARCH 17
So, this was yesterday.
Father had the day off, so he decided that we would go out and do a few things together—just him, Chris, and me, the way it used to be (the way I like it, admittedly).
We went to Braum's for lunch, like we always do at least once each time we visit. Chris got a chicken sandwich and I got chicken fingers.
Father wondered if we ever put any variety into our food choices. xD
While we ate, the three of us chatted away, had in-depth and meaningful conversations—probably the most intelligent conversations I've had in a long, long, long time. We even caught up a little bit, learned some new things about each other. (I don't know what Chris is doing staring at my female friends' asses when I'm not looking, but I'll be having a stern talk with him about that later, the disrespectful twit...)
Then, Chris and I got ice cream: strawberry for him, chocolate for me.
Me: Ew, you're getting strawberry?
Chris: Yeah. What's wrong with strawberry?
Me: Strawberry is nasty, dude.
Chris: It is not! D: Strawberry is good.
Me: It's disgusting, bro, honestly.
Chris: You've never even tried it.
Me: I have so.
Chris: When?
Me: In elementary school, then again twice in middle school, then again in freshman year.
Chris: ... Try it again.
Me: xD Yeah, no.
Chris: You like strawberry milk!
Me: No, I don't.
Chris: DDD8
Me: I don't like strawberry ice cream. I don't like strawberry milk. Hell, bro, I don't even like strawberries.
Chris: ... There's something wrong with you.
Me: No, I'm just better suited with chocolate.
Chris: Well... chocolate looks like crap. |3
Me: Very nice, very nice. You stay up all night thinking of that one, Mister Originality?
Chris: I got to bed around two.
Afterward, we went to Wal-Mart to do some grocery shopping.
I, however, went looking in the music section, just to see if I'd find anything interesting.
I got a CD from a new band called Thriving Ivory, and after giving it some time, I love it.
Review time:
• The vocalist, Clayton Stroope, could use a bit of work. I don't think he's a horrible singer, but... there are some parts where his singing isn't that great, either. When I first listened to the CD, I thought he sounded as though he were trying to imitate Jag from A Skylit Drive. I found that it just takes some getting used to, though, and now I'm perfectly okay with his voice. :]
• The lyrics... are better than anything I could've come up with, ever. They flow together easily with the music, and they're sweet and inspiring.
• The music itself is just amazing. It all fits perfectly with the lyrics, and some of it has even made me cry because it's so touching. (Then again, I'm a little sensitive.)
• I've found that there's imagery in their songs. It's like... the band uses their lyrics to conjure up half of that imagery, and then they use their music to complete the rest, and then they blend it all together so it turns into something pretty and soothing. (In fact, I think the music blocks out Clayton's voice most of the time.)
The only two songs I don't like are "Overrated" and "Light Up Mississippi". That's it.
My father even likes them, and he's super judgmental when it comes to music.
Later on, my family took to teasing me as we ate dinner.
Father: ... I'm afraid you're going to starve to death before you ever get to finish eating, with those damn braces in your mouth.
Me: I know, right?
Shannon: Honey, she'll be fine. Just takes some getting used to. Trust me.
Father: Well, just be sure you brush really good afterward, okay?
Me: No, I'm going to rebel against you so that I can suffer cavities and bad breath and discoloration.
Father: ... < <
Shannon: She's joking, honey. x3
Father: Yeeeah.
Shannon: The two things you probably won't be able to eat the whole time you have braces are corn on the cob and whole apples.
Me: ... Great. I fucking love apples and now I can't eat them.
Shannon: You can, if you cut them into pieces.
Me: That's no fun, though...
Father: Applesauce!
Chris: *tries to stifle laughter*
Me: Yeah, no. Applesauce is disgusting.
Father: Oh really?
Me: Yeah. Y'know, I don't see the point of applesauce. You've got the whole apple, so why make it into a sauce, honestly?
Chris: ... Maybe for people who have braces LOL.
Me: ...
Father: *takes to laughing his ass off*
Shannon: *stifles giggles* Walked right into that one, Shelby...
Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hate you all and whatnot.
WHY ME?
Ugh... Stupid scrap metal...
MARCH 18
The parentals are at work, so I'm using this time to update. Sitting here with Chris, watching The Patriot. Texting Tyler and waiting for him to come home.
Not much going on.
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