Yo Mr. President, does your stimulus package include a large sum of money so the bored and isolated can buy non-crappy 5 Hour Energy drinks? I didn't think so. Why would it?

So it's been almost a summer vacation's worth of time that I've been away from school now, only it's not summer and it's not vacation. No, it's winter, and more of a two and a half month long nap. Even with a 5 Hour Energy shot in the morning, I still get tired. I was only out for about two hours to have lunch with my mom, and I collapsed on the couch as soon as I got home. Everyday is like that now. You may be wondering why I haven't been in school just because I'm "too tired." Newsflash, I've got an actual disorder, so go lick a toaster. Right now we're sticking with PTS (sounds like "pots"). Don't ask me what it stands for because I really don't remember. It's a heart and vascular disorder where my blood pressure dramatically decreases while standing whereas my pulse skyrockets. It makes me tired and very dizzy, with the rare fainting spell.

Everyone at school has been so good to me, though. They've agreed to blank out my third quarter ranking period, so I don't have to worry about all that homework. My team (the S.W.A.T. Team [not to be confused with the SWAT Team with guns and bullet-proof vests]) created a card for me which most everyone signed, and they even chipped in to get me a $60 gift card to Movie Gallery. (I've already spent almost half of it.)

My father didn't take me seriously when I said inviting the Jonas Brothers over would make me feel better. What kind of a daddy is he? I even suggested that he tell them that I have "a rare and life-changing disorder." I thought it was a good plan.

Pft, Twitter. How would I fit this all in like, 140 words or whatever. Believe me, I'm not just saying that because it was too confusing for my smallish mush-brain. Honestly. That has absolutely nothing to do with anything. Really.

My brother just brought home my class picture. This baffles me for two reasons. One, I didn't order any pictures. Two, this picture has my face. When I got my ID card things, the picture was of my shoulder. Don't get me wrong, I love the picture. My hair looks very pretty (my acne doesn't), but...it's my face? Whatever. Who am I to question a good thing when it comes my way?

I have posters of my friends in my room. No joke. I really miss them that much. They even outnumber my Boba Fett posters! Given the fact that about three of my friends have already fallen down, that's pretty amazing. Of course, Boba is still my number one. After all, I'm not going to marry my friends.

This chair is incredibly uncomfortable. It's basically just an upholstered wooden chair. Okay for sitting in for a few minutes, not half an hour plus. At least I can take it out on the world by making seriously rude comments about things. Exercise machines are highly overrated! All they do is tone, sculpt, and increase your lifespan! There, I feel better.

My very first blog on my new PC. I must say, I've grown very fond of using a Mac, and changing to Windows just like that has been a bit odd. But this computer is all mine, and that should be enough motivation to get me using it.

Pebbles keeps rubbing against my back, then jumping off the chair, then jumping back on. It feels like a rocking chair sort of. The fact that I tip this chair forward when I'm using it helps.

Hey, this is also my first blog being 13. So many firsts, I scarcely know what to do. I know, let's dance! Spaz dancing is the very best kind of dancing. It's spaztastic! Muscle spasms are also spaztastic. Sometimes seizures, too, but seizures are really just extreme muscle spasms, which would in turn make them extremely spaztastic, wouldn't it? It all makes sense now. Yes, yes it does.

I have decided that I want to have Paramore music play at my funeral. "Decode" is one of my very favorite songs by them. When my mother took my brother and I to see Twilight in theaters (yes, my younger brother came, too), I kept waiting anxiously for "Decode" to play. I knew it had to play eventually, since it was on the soundtrack. So when did it play? During the ending credits while my brother and I were waiting outside the woman's bathrooms for our mother. Did you know that Twilight is Hayley Williams all-time favorite book?

I also love "Sunday Bloody Sunday" which apparently was a U2 song about an Irish war. And another song I love is "Emergency (Alternative Version)". It takes their original song from All We Know Is Falling and adds in a guy scream-echoing in the background. It scared me the first time I heard it, but I got used to the screaming guy, and we're cool now. No worries.

Want to know something weird? One of my other absolute favorite artists is Miley Cyrus, or Hannah Montana if you will (seeing as how they are clearly two different people). I'm about the only girl on this world who loves Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana, Jonas Brothers, Paramore, Pink (the singer, not the color), and Star Wars. I have many different interests. Back to Hannah/Miley. For some reason, "It's All Right Here" sounds all crackly on my playlist on my profile on The Doll Palace, but it doesn't on Project Playlist, where the playlist was created. Maybe there was a glitch in the link or something.

Speaking of music, at the moment I am listening to "I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy. FYI, they are NOT an emo band. Not mentioning any names -cough-PROTONJON-cough- but some people have actually thought this. Before this song, I was listening to "Bigger Than Us" by Hannah/Miley. I'm not quite sure which name it was officially recorded under.

My parents are on Second Life right now. I cannot even begin to tell you how weird it is to watch adults use chat-ese amongst themselves. And I thought it was hard enough to teach English to all the teens and youth of the technological world who have seemed to forget basic third grade English. My mom's avatars are all black cats. It's so friggin awesome. She has one with wings, an ordinary one, and a Tinies one with a cute dress, bow, and friendship bear. Aparently she also has a 7 foot gothic woman avatar, too, that I have yet to see. That should be interesting. My father just signed up. His avatar is human with black and red hair. Why do my parents have Second Life accounts, you may be wondering? Well my mother is part of it for the library she works at, and my dad is hoping to make a little money DJing. He's been DJing (in reality) since he was in high school, I believe.

I miss my friends. That was random, but so true. The last time I talked to any of my friends was last Friday on my birthday. Danae and Elyse both called to wish me a happy birthday.

I'm eating yummy Hamburger Helper right now and listening to "Burning Up" by Jonas Brothers. That reminds me, I still have to put my Jonas Brothers poster back up. It fell in the middle of the night a couple of days ago, and for the rest of the night it was over my head and made noise whenever I moved. I just tossed it on the floor in the morning and have been to lazy to put it back up.

And speaking of putting things up, I have to take down my calendar. It was the kind of calendar where you fill in all of the days and months. It was completely blank, with the exception of the pretty pictures corresponding with each month. Now I need another year supply of calendars, and you know how hard those are to get.

So I leave you with this, I really have to blow my nose. No, seriously. That's actually why I'm stopping (that and this blog is getting pretty long). I hope you all are happy, now that my newest blog isn't about the election, which took place two months ago. You're welcome.


-MaRiNa

I ran the mile in gym today. Seeing as how I have absolutely no physical talents, especially none in long-distance running, it sucked. It sucked like...to lazy to thing of something that really sucks.

We had another lock down today. For all you strangers out there who randomly decided to read my blog even though you don't even know who I am, lock downs are basically where we go, in an orderly fashion, to the cafeteria and wait there until the police search dogs are done searching our things for drugs. Apparently at least two girls in my grade were caught with drugs. Whether this is true or not, I don't know. I'm usually the last to find out about these sorts of things.

I have begun the actual "copper" portion of my copper tooling project in tech ed. The image I am imprinting on the piece of copper is none other than a clip art image of Boba Fett. What a surprise, right?

I am now officially suffering from Star Wars dehydration. I haven't watched a single Star Wars movie in weeks! Weeks, man! When is Spike going to wake up and realize that they need to start playing them again?? One a week is all that I ask for. Oh, and that I don't fricking miss Attack of the Clones again. I always seem to miss the first hour or so of Attack of the Clones, in which is the scene on Kamino, which is, like, the best scene of Boba Fett in the entire movie.

Life sucks.

On a lighter note, I have officially decided that I want to be Hayley Williams for Halloween. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be trick or treating this year, seeing as how none of my friends are because they're too busy or going with someone else, and after all that talk of drugs being given out as candy... I think I'll just go to the Halloween dance at school, if I do anything at all.

I am really tired. Really. See, I can't even think of anything else to write. That's just how tired I am. And it's not even five yet. Sigh...

-MaRiNa

Hm. I haven't had a blog entry since August 6th. Interesting. Well I suppose it's about time for me to write another.

The Clone Wars series premieres tonight. Duh, I'll be watching it. What kind of freak do you take me for?

So I'm writing another story now. It's another "short" story, and trust me when I say I use the word "short" loosely. I'm still in the introduction of the story, and I'm already on page 9 with size 12 font and single line spacing. Would you like to hear the plot? Of course you would. Like you've got anything better to do, right? I say that because it has to be your only possible explanation for taking the time to read this.

The plot. You ready for this? It's another Star Wars fanfic. Ooo, big surprise there, eh? Well anyway, it takes place in 20 ABY, or 20 years after Episode IV: A New Hope, for all of you crazies who don't know what ABY and BBY stand for. (BBY stands for Before the Battle of Yavin, which is where the first Death Star blew up in A New Hope; ABY stands for After the Battle of Yavin. Example: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith takes place in 19 BBY, since it takes place 19 years before the Battle of Yavin. Episode VI: Return of the Jedi takes place in 4 ABY, since it takes place 4 years after the Battle of Yavin. Just a little lesson for you.) It starts out with Boba Fett, which is obviously a given, saving his best bud's butt, yet again. But then Fett ends up in a vortex that leads him to crash-landing on Earth, where he meets two 13-year-old girls, Gen and Brianna, who give him the hardest time. Eventually Fett learns the way of the Earthlings and begins to live the way they live. That is until someone...else...falls into the vortex as well and ruins everything for Fett, including his cover. With the help of Gen, Brianna, and Gen's older sister named Paige, Fett has to find a way back to his own galaxy before total chaos strikes the people of Earth, or the police discover who he really is.

Interesting, right? I knew you'd love it. How could you not? Don't answer that.

On the topic of Star Wars, the Turner Library finally got all of the Legacy Era series in, except for one book. I haven't started reading the books yet, but I know they'll be good. I'm excited for the second book, Bloodlines, because it has Boba Fett on the cover. Obviously, he's pretty old by the Legacy Era. Seventy-two to be exact. He even cheated death. No, he wasn't shot or stabbed anything. He actually stopped himself from dying of old age. Amazing, right?

Okay, here's another quick lesson for you. The Legacy Era is the last time period in Star Wars. It is not a long time ago anymore. If you were to somehow travel to their galaxy right now, you would be in the Legacy Era. So who are the main characters of the Legacy Era? Well, there's Jacen Solo (soon to be Darth Caedus), his twin sister Jaina Solo, their little brother Anakin Solo, their parents Han and Leia Organa Solo, Luke Skywalker (now the Grand Jedi Master of the New Jedi Order) and his wife (who was unfortunately killed by Darth Caedus in the fifth book) Mara Jade Skywalker, their son Ben Skywalker, Boba Fett, Fett's granddaughter Mirta Gev, and I'm pretty sure Lando Calrissian is up there somewhere, too. I haven't started any of the books yet, but I have read TONS of articles and character profiles on Wookieepedia.com, so I've got a pretty good idea.

My birthday is coming up pretty quickly. First I'll have to get through October, then November, then most of December up until Christmas, then on December 26th I will finally turn 13. Hallelujah. Omg, funny. That's the name of the song I'm listening to right now. "Hallelujah" by Paramore, who happen to be the best band on this side of the Earth. OF TOPIC. So anyway, I've prepared, and by prepared I mean I'll make things up off the top of my head, a list of what I would like for Christmas/my birthday. It's won't really make a difference, since one comes right after the other.

LIST:
-"Riot!" album by Paramore
-"All We Know is Falling" album by Paramore
-All of the Star Wars movies on DVD (Can you believe I don't already own any of them, being the fanatic I am?)
-Um...clothes?
-My own laptop
-Boba Fett!! Yes, I know that would never happen. But a girl can dream, can't she?
-On that note, I'll also add that I would like Hayley Williams and Natasha Bedingfield
-Oh, I've got something more realistic––a ten foot picture of Boba Fett, Hayley Williams, and Natasha Bedingfield
-I keep typing "Natashaing" instead of "Natasha". Hm, this one really shouldn't be here...
-Oh! Hue Laurie, too!
-An acne-free face, PLEASE!!
-Er...surprise me?

That's all I can think of off the top of my head. I probably should put "world peace" or "food for everyone" but that's not being very realistic. Asking for Boba Fett, Hayley Williams, Natasha Bedingfield, and Hue Laurie is WAY more realistic.

About three hours left until the Clone Wars premieres. I promise you, one day when I'm an English teacher/best selling author/homicide detective, you'll see me working on Skywalker Ranch alongside George Lucas. Now I know what you're thinking––I'm going to be a mind-reader, too. Have I blown your mind yet? No? Well anyway, God obviously blessed the world with George Lucas, so I don't think He'll be taking Lucas back for a long, long time. That means I will indeed be able to work at his side at Skywalker Ranch once I'm older, since no one will use film by 2016. Don't ask. Can't argue with that logic, eh?

Super time. I'm having pizza. Yum.

-MaRiNa

I just got back from Danae's pool party. It was SUPER fun! And surprisingly enough, my left ear isn't clogged. It was clogged, but then I figured out how to unclog it when Elyse called me a wimp. I told her to yell it again loudly in my ear to unclog it, and it actually worked! And Elyse was happy that someone actually asked her to yell at them.

I have a song by Mariah Carey called I'll Be Lovin' U Long Time. I think she's trying to reinvent herself. Didn't she used to be a country singer? Well this song certainly isn't country.

My nails are sparkly.

I cleaned my room last night. Strange, right?

I also have a song by Britney Spears. Now don't have a heart attack, I just like the one song. Radar.

My dad bought me an awesome pen last night. It looks like a tube of old fashion lipstick with the actual lipstick rolled all the way up. Only it's not lipstick, it's a pen. You remove the red lipstick part and you can clearly tell it's the cap. And the best part, it has the Duffy signature on it.

Speaking of Duffy, what really makes me mad is when I hear a new song or album (so new that none of the songs are even singles yet) that my dad brings me, I love it for several months, then get tired of it. THEN about another month later, it's a huge hit and everyone's listening to it. This has happened to me MANY times. Some examples: Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield, Mercy by Duffy (and all songs on Rockferry for that matter), 7 Things by Miley Cyrus. Seriously. People came to me and say, "Have you heard this new song?" because it isn't on my playlist. But I have, just before it became a single. I wouldn't be surprised if this becomes the case for songs from The Stoop by Little Jackie in a couple of months.

Hmmm. Short blog thing. Oh well. Tah-tah.

-MaRiNa

I just got back from Danae's house, where I spent the night last night. I still have water stuck in my left ear from when we went swimming.

I'm eating strawberries right now. Yummy. They're not the store kind, either. The kind straight from the farm. That's all my parents buy now.

Speaking of my parents, I think they're still going to buy a new car. Something like a Voltzwagon Bug, if that's how it's spelled.

Right now I'm listening to LOL by Little Jackie. The song itself is pretty funny. What it's basically saying is she's messing with this guy's head by sending him text messages from different cell phones. She had good reason, though. Apparently, her boyfriend sent a rather personal message to a girl, but Little Jackie received it by accident.

"LOL. I texted your cell. Replied a spell, now go to he'll. Toss you in the trash, and reduce you to an acronym. WTF, you reply. I laugh so much I almost cry. Beat you to the punch line. [Some other sentence]."

Can you believe that they don't have the lyrics to this song on the internet yet? Seriously, I searched Google for "LOL lyrics by Little Jackie" and came up dry. Sure, I got plenty of results, but none of them were lyrics for the correct song. And every time I got to a place that said "LOL Lyrics by Little Jackie" or something like that, it would say "this area is in need of some help" or something along those lines. The chorus you see above was not from anywhere on the internet. I had to come up with it myself. Not easy.

Now I am listening to Amy Winehouse. You Know I'm No Good. I liked the version with Ghost Face Killer or whatever his name is. But apparently my dad thought it was crap and didn't like how they changed up the original, so he deleted it off my iTunes list. Amy Winehouse's music is awesome. My dad is actually the one who introduced me to her music. He has the Back to Black album.

The short Star Wars story I'm writing is five pages now. But not nearly done. Not nearly.

Now I'm listening to Smile by Lily Allen. A nasty little song, actually, as my dad put it. She's singing about how–––oh, I'll just give you the chorus. You'll see what I mean.

"At first, when I see you cry, it makes me smile. Yeah, it makes me smile. At last, I feel bad for a while. But then I just smile. I go ahead and smile."

See what I mean. And this Lily Allen has a very strong accent, too. Most accents can't be heard when people are singing, but it's very clear that she has a strong accent.

You wunna know about two dreams I had last night? I thought so. The first took place in my backyard. We were having some sort of a party, I believe. Danae had a bundle of balloons, and I remember Sirena asked her for a balloon, but Danae refused, then assured her that she'd get a blue furry notebook thing at the end of the party. I think that was in my dream because that's what Danae's diary is. Oops. Should I have said that? Pft, oh well. It's not like I told you what was in it or anything. Anyway, then Danae gave me a white balloon to "babysit." I ran over to a stormtrooper and said, "Here. Have a balloon!" then ran off. He gave me a weird look as I ran away, then accidentally lost the balloon and it floated off. Danae wasn't happy. Oh yeah, there were also lots of people with kites and stuff, but they kept blowing away because of how windy it was. And it was really cloudy.

Dream numbuh dos. I was at some kind of a formal party and was standing underneath a giant chandelier. Then Boba Fett was there as a teenager, but he wasn't wearing his bounty hunter suit of armor. Weird. Anyway, someone cut the chandelier, and it was about to fall on top of me when Boba Fett came and pushed me out of the way. Alas, in his heroic efforts, he broke his ankle. Then we were at one of my chorus concerts at CPAC. I was, obviously, on stage singing with the sixth through eighth grade chorus. Boba Fett, his ankle strangely no longer broken, was sitting a seat away from Peter Schuster and kinda diagonally from Dylan Berkoski. Poor Boba. Oh well. Anyway, he started talking to them. Poor, poor Boba must not have known what he was tangling himself into. Well then I came off of the stage and sat next to Boba. Danae sat next to me, and then Elyse, then the isle. Well, the isle didn't actually physically sit next to Elyse, but...yeah. Danae asked what Boba's name was, so I lied and told her that he was Boba Teff, seeing as how she would never believe that Boba Fett was actually there. She kinda gave me this weird look, then said, "Teff?" I had to lie, again. I told her that Teff was Brazilian. Sad, right? So we were all talking, quietly because the fifth grade chorus was singing, and then Danae realized that Teff was not Brazilian. So she kicked Boba Fett in the shin. Jeez. After experiences like that, I'd be surprised if he ever spoke to me again.

Now I'm listening to The Stoop by Little Jackie. Again, what you see below came directly from my mind. Not on the internet. That's just how new these songs are.

"Sittin' on the stoop in Bedstop, always sayin' hi when your brothers walk by. Just proper edicate [spelled incorrectly]. Sittin' on the top step with a bag of chips, I sit back, relax. Enjoy the crib. We gotta get a new philosophy. I don't mess with you, you don't mess with me. It is what it is. I ain't all hard. Up in the hood, sittin' on the front stoop, where it's all good."

Welp, that's enough outta me for today. Have a nice day and don't die!

-MaRiNa

Hellou. See, it's special because it has an added U. Speechal.

Danae was over yesterday. See, we were hiding from Connor, so we were going to climb a tree. Then I said that I didn't want to get bark in my eyes. So Danae said fine and got down. I thought that meant that I was supposed to go first instead, so I started my climb up the spruce tree. Little did I know that it was extremely sappy, and that Danae had already left. Apparently she thought I was following her. So I got down from the tree, my hands and thighs covered with tree sap. Hand soap does not get tree sap off of your hands. Then we went on the roof where Connor tried to throw my flip flops off of.

I have just discovered a new artist today. Well, it was actually my dad who discovered her album The Stoop, but... You get my point. Little Jackie is her name. Out of the entire album, my two favorite songs are The Stoop and The World Should Revolve Around Me. I added both of them to my Project Playlist playlist and I have The World Should Revolve Around Me on repeat on iTunes.

I'm in the process of writing a short Star Wars story to get rid of my writer's block from Reality. My first attempt at writing a writer's-block-be-gone short story failed as I got writer's block from that, too. I know. Sad, right? But I won't get writer's block from this story. Nosiree.

There's a cat in the window-shelf thing between the computer room and the kitchen. I have a good feeling that it's Bumpitayle. I shall go check. Nope. It was just Millie smelling the Poptarts box. The furry little loser.

Dunt, dunt, DUNT! Lyrics to The World Should Revolve Around Me!

"I take it in stride; One day at a time
If I ask no questions I’ll hear no lies
How come blessings only come in disguise?
Try them on for size as I vocalize
Ain’t nothing gonna get in between me and my flow
Ain't nothing gonna come between me and my afro
My man just left me; what do ya know?
Easy come; easy go!

He came out of the blue
And went right back into it
Had to forfeit because he couldn’t get with it
Called it quits and when it spins
He said he didn’t have time for my juvenile bullsh*t

I've had a lot of lame relationships; I don’t get involved because I’m not equipped
I believe that the world should revolve around me!
I don’t see the point in a partnership; it won’t be long until they start to trip
Yessiree, the whole world should revolve around me!

There’s only one me in the galaxy
I am an endangered species
This kind of flower don’t grow on Earth
Just lettin’ you know for what it’s worth

This kind of mountain shouldn't cause a depression
So I bide my time with philosophical questions
Not for nothing but what came first
The chicken nugget or the egg mcmuffin?

I got talent and I got tits
I know I’ll find another guy who wants to get with it
I’m not convinced that I’m a big fat bore
One man’s pleasure is another man’s chore

I've had a lot of lame relationships; I don’t get involved because I’m not equipped
I believe that the world should revolve around me!
I don’t see the point in a partnership; it won’t be long until they start to trip
Yessiree, the whole world should revolve around me!


I know I rock and what I got is hot
And you know I got a lot
Cause all that trippin you gotta stop
Before you know it your ***’ll be drop

And if you turn with my biological clock
Since I never grow old my heart is always in stock
Keep screwing that b*tch from down the block
I don’t need you around I know I rock!

I've had a lot of lame relationships; I don’t get involved because I’m not equipped
I believe that the world should revolve around me!
I don’t see the point in a partnership; it won’t be long until they start to trip
Yessiree, the whole world should revolve around me!"

Tain't it just the awesomest? The actual music 'tis the brilliantest, too. I make up a lot of words, don't I?

'Tis craxiocity. Yes, I spell "crazy" with an X now.

-MaRiNa

Hello again. I colored my font deece time.

Crap. There was something I wanted to say, but I forgot. Maybe I'll remember if I look at a picture of Boba Fett...

Nope. Didn't work. Oh well. I'll remember eventually.

Connor is using the computer off and on to look up Pokémon Emerald cheats. All the more chance for me to forget what I want to say.

OH! I remember what I wanted to say!

I wunt a Boba Fett layout for my The Doll Palace profile. I suppose there are plenty of people I could ask to make me one, but none of them would make them exactly as I would want them. Oh well.


Heh, Connor just fell backward in the recliner. It looks like it's black leather, but it's not. It's actually very, very dark green.

There's this online game Connor plays all the time called DragonFable. Surprisingly, the dialoge is hilarious. You've got goblins saying, "OMG!" and the computer yelling at you and judging your character for punting a cute little creature and pushing a knight in an outhouse down the hill. That game is where I got the inspiration to write the short story I'm writing. At the moment, I'm writing a story called Reality. But I had writer's block from that, so I decided to write a short story. Then I got writer's block from the short story.

Life sucks.

"Sorry, I'm not home right now; I'm walking in a spiderweb. So leave a message and I'll call you baaack... A likely story, but leave a message and I'll call you baaack..."

I wish it would hurry up and be 2009 already. That's the year that the live action Star Wars television series is set to debut. AND BOBA FETT IS A MAJOR CHARACTER! LIKE, OHEMGEE!

Oh wait. I'm still due to be murdered sometime before the end of the summer because I didn't reply to that chain video comment thing Sammy told me about. That means I'll never live to see 2009, or Boba Fett in a television series!

Crap.

¡Galletas!

That's Spanish for "crackers."

Well peace out, muchachos y muchachas!

-MaRiNa

ICKY FONT! BAAH!

Ah, better.

I wunt my music back, but I went to a different screen. Complain complain, that's all I ever do. I'm debating over whether or not I should change my other open tab from the Wookieepedia.com article about Boba Fett to something with one of my playlists on it.

Debating.

Naw. I'll just open another tab.

And I did. I'm listening to "When I Grow Up" by The Pussycat Dolls. Exciting, right? Pft, I'd be surprised if you even read this far.

Today was my dad's birthday. He is fourteh-two. Just another year until he dies, right? So then why did we celebrate? Shouldn't we be mourning for him, because he's just that much closer to death? Eh, who am I to decide these things? I should just learn to shut my mouth and go with the flow. Today's flow was a lovely birthday party for my dad, then a walk down to Burger Boy for lunch.

Speaking of my dad, we (my mom, Connor, and I) thought he was missing for three hours. See, Mom woke me up early (about 8, which is early for me) and made us get ready for the party. We thought Dad had gone out for a little while so we could get his party ready. An hour passes. Then another. And another. And finally we begin to wonder what the heck he was doing. Mom ended up opening Connor's bedroom door (for reasons still unknown to me) and found Dad sleeping on Connor's bed. His explanation was that he figured Connor would be playing Dragon Fable on the computer forever, and I'd be sleeping until about noon. You can't really blame him, though. If Mom hadn't have said anything to either of us kids, we'd probably doing the things Dad thought we'd be doing.

Heh, when I bounce my foot, the laptop giggles. Bounce. Bounce. Giggle. Giggle.

I wonder if I'm the only person on this planet who's ever really taken the time to fully appreciate Boba Fett's awesome accent. I mean, when he's a kid, it's all New Zealand-like. Then when he's older it's...still awesome. Maybe Tia and her friend Sidney figured that out. I'll have to ask Tia. After all, she sent me an email about ten minutes ago, but I haven't replied yet. Maybe I should.

Bounce. Bounce. Giggle. Giggle.

Oh! I have a brilliant idea! I'll put Little Boba Fett and Little Izzy on the laptop and bounce my foot! It'll be like an earthquake! Well...for them at least.

Crap. I have the laptop at a slightly elevated level at the back, seeing as how it's resting on my stomach and thighs, so they just slid down to my stomach. And if I put the laptop down so it's flat, I won't be able to giggle it. Sorry, guys. No earthquake today. They look disappointed.

Jeez, you'd think Little Boba Fett would have major back aches after having to sleep on top of a jet pack. Maybe he sleeps on his side. I don't really watch those two when they're sleeping. That'd be creepy.

Like chocolate soda creepy.

I'm so proud of myself! I've almost gotten over my nail bitting habit. All that's letf now is to wait for them to grow back, which they pretty much have done. I'm so gross. Talking about nail bitting. Sheesh!

My contact irritated and now my mascara is all messled up. Or messeled. Or messelled. Or messaled.

There's this one thing I can't get out of my head, and it's freaking me out. I just finished the final book in the Star Wars trilogy that comes directly (I think) after the Episode IV: Return of the Jedi. I think it's called the Thrawn trilogy because that's where Grand Admiral Thrawn shows up. There I go again, being all nerdy. Anyway, Thrawn's this tactical super genius who can predict an enemy's move by studying their specie's artwork. And he's never wrong. Never. Well he shows up in the first book Heir to the Empire and takes over the Empire then. But in the last book, The Last Command, he's killed by his Noghri bodyguard. See, what I can't get out of my mind are his final words. He said, "But… it was so artistically done." Of course he was referring to how he was killed, and I suppose he was right. But he smiled as he said it. And if you know what Thrawn looked like (like a human only with pale blue skin and glowing red eyes) it just sends shivers down your spine. I think. I'm not sure whether I think it's really cool or really creepy. All I know is I wouldn't have wanted to be Captain Pellaeon at that moment, especially since the Noghri cut his throat, almost killing him, too.

Nerdy Mina.

Okay, that's enough of me now. I'd better shut up.

-MaRiNa