Drown Them Out...

Mama Jo and Todd are having a shouting match (and I am, as usual, with grandma on this issue), so I'm gonna blog and listen to Queen.

Paris and I have decided that we are cousins because we are both related to Thomas Jefferson through his slaves.

Bohemian Rhapsody...again. Oh yes. T-Rey impression :"Yeeess!"

My grandmother has made pork chops cooked in onions, garlic, pepper, and sour cream gravy...which is an improvised (and amazing) compliment to anything. Including asparagus, which I hate, for the most part.

"I see a little silhouetto of a man...Galileo...Let me go...oh mama mia, mama mia..." I am singing to myself, sadly. This music is way too loud. Oh well.

I spent this morning with David, who fed me and taught me to play Halo Wars, and made my day quite wonderful despite its monotony. ("...any way the wind blows...*gong*...") I then reported to the auxiliary gym and played the picture-sentence game with Steffness, Macy G, Allison, Nanako, and Anna, whose new hair color is gorgeous. We plan to meet tomorrow morning at Affle Housen. I have all of four dollars, but I still look forward to it.

I am once again approaching a birthday, which has been awkward the past few days. As I told D, while trying to convince him not to spend any money on me, I believe that "There is absolutely nothing special about my birthday except getting one year closer to marrying you and one year closer to dying. That's it." And that really is my view on it, pathetic or not...considering that the educated populous of the planet does not look to the skies at 9:07 pm on the first day of spring and say, "Ah, look, it's some eccentric Amazon's birthday in America," , I don't pay too much attention to it anymore. I don't even love getting gifts or being treated slightly nicer than any other day anymore...so, I settle in asking my mom to fund another set of piercings, and allowing my friends to take me on a group shopping trip. Originally, I had NO IDEA what I wanted from D, and urged him not to get me anything...But he managed to get a grin out of me at the mention of Final Fantasy VII, so that may be a possibility. However, I expect nothing of him apart from a comfy night at home...and that he cook me dinner. I make some killer desserts, but David is definitely the cook between the two of us.

Prom is retarded. Like...Spongebob retarded. Yet I wanna go next year. Eh, what can I say...I want at least one excuse to flaunt it in a pretty dress. That' s assuming I decide on one. Cause if I don't love it, I'm not buying it. Straight up.

David's at pt (physical training) with the USMC early entry group right now, so I'm just chillin' at g-ma's and waiting to be fed. Lol. Such is life at the Thomas residence on most evenings.

I think I've found another item for my Bucket List...learn to ballroom dance well. Right under "Speak Spanish with something that somewhat resembles fluency."

I've been bored on Quizilla lately cause it keeps only saving parts of my stories and then deletes parts, so I'm pissed at it and haven't actually written in ages. But oh well...guess now is as good a time as any to log back on.

Well, until another (quieter) day,

~W.V.~

My bored, random, depressed/aggrevated thoughts during my 6th period art class...

I'm in a mood for deep thought today, so here we go...

Have you ever thought about the fact that, in the spectrum of the earth itself, time does not exist? Time is the human measurement of the passage of daylight, stages of life, etc...but in and of itself, time is nothing at all.

During sex, do atheists moan, "Oh Nothingness, oh nothingness..."

"If your uncle Jack helped you off an elephant, would you help your uncle Jack off an elephant?" -the Love Guru

"Man learns from history that man learns nothing from history."

Why do so many women dye their hair blonde when statistics show that men prefer brunettes?

Why on earth wouldn't you want to be an organ doner? Dead is dead, and the living need organs to continue living...is human greed so steadfast that it persists even in death?

Reality has proven to be stranger than fiction.

Guns don't kill people, and neither do people with guns. BULLETS kill people. Get it right, fools.

Obama- IO is 127. Mine is 140. I hate politics. Hooray for the wise.

Call 7722574498. No toll, nothing dirty or incriminating, no obligation, just pure hilarity. DO IT! (Listen carefully)

Why do glasses make normal people look smart and smart people look slightly creepy?

My points to finding, and therefore loving, oneself:
1. Keep an open mind while maintaining personal standards.
2. Appreciate and fully experience the natural world.
3. Love others
4. Self-sacrifice

The Army values are actually really great to live by:
Loyalty
Duty
Respect
Selfless service
Honor
Integrity
Personal courage

"Skin deep, you're skin deep; no one will ever be perfect in your eyes...always scratching the surface for your prize. First impressions are over in an instant. You make your decisions before you speak a word...you end your search, the page already turned. So fill the empty space with another pretty face..." -Skin Deep by Trapt

"Nothing really matters, anyone can see...nothing really matters...nothing really matters to me...any way the wind blows." -Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen