rain is a good thing

I know that I've blogged about this before, but I'm gonna do it again.





So Rara and I had just taken the cake out of the oven a few minutes before. The sliding glass door was open, with the screen closed. All of a sudden we hear this WHOOSH! and look out the window. It was pouring. Well, at least it looked like it. It really wasn't raining that hard, but with the wind, it looked and sounded like it. Rara and I went out into it and danced and sang and just had a blast and got soaked. We sang "Fearless" by Taylor Swift and "Rain is a Good Thing" by Luke Bryan (I think... I'll get back to you on that). They're both rain songs, if you're not familiar with that particular Taylor Swift hit. (And if you're not familiar with it, get familiar with it :D) It was so invigorating, to use Sierra's word. Here, dictionary! *whistles* Oh, yeah, that word definitely works. And I sang that one Barney song and "Singing in the Rain" and we danced and yelled and had sooooo much fun. Eventually the rain slowed down, and we went inside and put on PJ's and put in the Phantom of the Opera version that has Robert Englund in it and is rated R. About thirty minutes into it, I wimped out and turned it off, and we watched part of the Spiderwick Chronicles instead. I got that movie for Christmas 2008 and never got around to watching it. I was supposed to watch it during Christmas Break of that year with my mom, but we never did :( And then we went to bed. Well, then Sierra went to bed and I played around on her iPod and then stared at the ceiling for an hour or two and fell asleep at say 3 a.m. and then got up at 7:15 to feed my sisters and take the garbage out and then did not go back to sleep so I am HYYYYYYYYYPEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR on the inside. And I gotta go check on the pudding, so...
this is LeeLee, signing off!

she's sorry... again

is this thing on? I haven't used it in so long, which is COMPLETELY NOT MY FAULT as I happen to be grounded once again. That is my fault however. Long story short, it's a good idea to turn in essays if you wanna pass English...
anyways, the 'rents are out of town for their anniversary (10th. It's been a long, hard, ten years), and MY SOUL TWIN IS SITTING LIKE FOUR FEET AWAY!!!! and I'm listening to So Jokes (an album by Hank Green... back to that later) and one sister is downstairs and the other is at a playdate and my wonderful great-aunt's on the way and Rara and I are gonna bake a cake later and it's spring break and i finished my chocolate bunny today and it's a beautiful day outside and I just feel... great.
TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE NOT NERDFIGHTERS YET: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyQi79aYfxU.
Click on it. I know you want to. Go ahead. I'll still be here when you get back. Go on.
John Green is the most amaaaaaazing author ever, as I've mentioned in passing. He is. Next time you're in a bookstore or library, pick up a copy of Looking for Alaska. Next time you're shopping on iTunes, buy So Jokes. That's by his brother, Hank Green, who's a pretty awesome songwriter and a decent singer :D
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
sooooooooo
I don't know. Jasmine, I'll catch up on your blog in a minute, after I finish Rara's...
http://www.infinantplaylist.blogspot.com/ click it click it click it click it click it. no pressure.


*singing* "It's too hooooooot, it's too hot in this town...." http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/so-jokes/id303875663

Ughhhhh

So guess who totally feels like crap right now? That's right, you guessed it. Lovely lovely little unintentionally selfdestructive me.
So I have this ex who I broke up with in November for all the wrong reasons. Not going to get into the details of that. They don't really matter. What matters is that on some level, I still love him. When we first broke up, we did the whole "I hate you don't talk to me" thing, which is really hard as his best friend is one of my best friends and my best friend is a really good friend of his. Then we slowly went back to being friends. Then he said something that ticked me off, and I responded as calmly as one can when someone has just said something they know you hate hearing and he took it the wrong way and flipped out. He apologized later, but I still avoided him and licked my wounds for a bit. There's this FB message between me, him, and three mutual friends where we did a good amount of our arguing. I told one of said mutual friends I would be taking a break from said message for a little but as the ex and I needed some time apart. Just days later, the ex and I accidentally met up on a virtual gaming site we both play on from time to time. I agreed to group with him only because his little sister was on and wanted to group with me, but neither of us knew how to intiate a group. She had to go almost immediately, which makes me wonder if she was actually on or if the ex had logged in as her on the other computer just to get me to group with him. I answered him politely and curtly, and according to what he said on the FB message, he thought that meant we were cool. However, that was a couple of weeks ago. I am still not communicating through that message.
Now that we've got the background done, let's move on to why I feel so crappy.
I found a video of John Green saying that he liked the Twilighf series, and I posted a link on FB that said "JOHN GREEN LIKES TWILIGHT! Take THAT!" The ex posted comments: "Is he gay?" and "I listened to it with broken headphones and all I heard was the Charlie Brown adult voice "wah wah wah wah wah wah wah."
I got pissed. I mean, really ticked off. I am one of those people who hate it when people use gay as an insult, or decide that somebody's gay because of what they like when they have no other proof. And if he had actually watched and listened to the video, he would've known without a doubt that John is straight. Just because HE doesn't like Twilight… but I shouldn't be getting into that. Anyways, I fired off a message saying that just because John Green can appreciate good literature, unlike him (a jab at how the ex once read a piece of my writing where one character kills another in a fit of rage, grief, and desparation, and told me I needed to go to a shrink. I will never forgive him for that), doesn't mean he's gay. I also said that John Green was the best author on the planet and I did not appreciate his comments, so I deleted them. In a post-script, I told him he needed to work on his insults if that's what he was going for, as "gay" is not an insult to a nerdfighter.
He replied that he was joking and he didn't mean to upset me.
I replied that he did upset me. This was about a minute later.
He replied seven minutes later that he would never upset me on purpose and that he's just tired of the Twilight stuff.
Then he replied eleven minutes after that that I replied to the first one almost instantly and now I can be unresponsive all I want
Then, four minutes after that: okay I guess I just have to assume you hate me not much to it I guess. I'll miss your friendship.
Twelve minutes after that: it's not always a good idea to leave in the middle of a conversation. Kind of pisses people off after a while. I've removed you from my friends list.
I then replied about an hour and a half later, explaining that I had been out of the house (because gasp I actually have a life! I didn't put that in there, as I wanted to be the bigger person, but ohhh I wanted to) and was just now receiving the messages. I apologized for not responding sooner and for the bitter and defensive message. I also told him that I was sorry to hear he no longer wanted to be friends.
This was at six yesterday evening, and I hadn't heard back when I checked at eight last night. This is getting posted around six most likely, and I'll check FB and post about any changes.
Now that I've really mulled it over, I'm feeling less like crap and more, like, pissed. On one hand, that bitter little message was what started it. On the other, it really wasn't that bitter, he didn't have to watch the video if he's so tired of Twilight, he could be more open minded and/or closed mouthed, and I'm not the one who defriended someone simply because she didn't reply to my messgae fast enough. Of course, I do tend to avoid contact with those who are upsetting me, but that's mainly because 1) I'm Irish, so when I get mad, expect words and/or fists to fly, 2) I'm under quite a bit of stress at the moment (by the way, it's midterm week. Wahoo), and 3) I'm not having the best time of my life right now. Oh, and 4) I'm nonconfrontational for the most part, but when I get mad enough… see 1. But I still feel like crap, only now I'm angry crap. Today's going to go so well.

~Delaney/Laney/LeeLee/Layla Lee, lover of writing, wolves, John Green, and the fiveawesomegirls, hater of naught  but hate and brocoli, owner of a nasty Irish temper and the accompanying luck, and the longwinded half of the infamous Wormhole Twins~

She is very very very bored

My dad took away my Internet again for all of last week, so that
excuses me from blogging. God, my hands are shaking so bad right now I
can hardly type. Don't ask me why. They just are. I'm in Health class,
my last one, did the midterm a little bit ago. Bryar's txting or
something. Oh, he's trying to figure out who it was who called him.
Anyway, I'm bored. Of course, by the time I have Internet access I'll
be home and not bored. So... now that I've rambled a bit, I'm gonna
find something to do.

~Delaney/Laney/LeeLee/Layla Lee, lover of writing, wolves, John Green,
and the fiveawesomegirls, hater of naught but hate and brocoli, owner
of a nasty Irish temper and the accompanying luck, and the longwinded
half of the infamous Wormhole Twins~

-sigh- I love Mad Libs

The last adjective was purely coincidential, but I find it funny, so I'm sending it :)

HOW TO ENJOY YOURSELF ON THE BEACH

When you go to the beach, you must take along a big blanket, a thermos bottle full of water
TYPE OF LIQUID, lots of suntan abc gum
SOMETHING ICKY, and a couple of folding chairs
PIECE OF FURNITURE (PLURAL). Then you put on your napkin
ARTICLE OF CLOTHING so you can get a beautiful green
COLOR to last you all summer. You also should have a big hat to keep the sun off your mouth
PART OF THE BODY. If you want exercise, you can find some grapes
PLURAL NOUN to play volleyball with. Volleyball is America's favorite appetizjng
ADJECTIVE game. You can also bring a/an delicious
ADJECTIVE lunch, such as hard-boiled biscuits
PLURAL NOUN, a few chicken
ANIMAL sandwiches with mustard, and some bottles of fart
SILLY WORD cola. If you remember all of the above and get a place near a/an yummy
ADJECTIVE lifeguard, you can sunbathe quickly
ADVERB all day.

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Copyright (C) 2009, 2001, 1988 by Price Stern Sloan, a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 345 Hudson Street, New York, NY 10014

~Delaney/Laney/LeeLee/Layla Lee, lover of writing, wolves, John Green, and the fiveawesomegirls, hater of naught  but hate and brocoli, owner of a nasty Irish temper and the accompanying luck, and the longwinded half of the infamous Wormhole Twins~

That it is very late... or early

So I have to be up at six thirty tomorrow for school, yet I have not
fallen asleep. And this is where I say fml.
I figures now would be as good a time as any to make resolutions for
this year. Every year I try to make resolutions that will change me
for the better. They never work. So here are some... slightly unusual
(at least for me) resolutions:
Read fifty books this year (stolen from Kristina from fiveawesomegirls)
Completely catch up on 5AG... starting at the beginning.
Write every day. Every single day.
Blog at least two or three times a week.
Make it another year without killing my sisters.

The last one may be the hardest to keep.

LeeLee

This once said "Sent from my iPod" but I'm sure you're as tired of it
as I am, so look out for a new signature coming soon!

Hello, 2010!

Last year was crazy, to say the very least. I went through three guys, broke two hearts, and had my life threatened by one pissed off ex. I graduated middle school and survived band camp. Both of my best friends moved away. I went on my first vacation without my parents. I got grounded countless times, and actually got into a couple of screaming matches with my dad. The Sperm Donor (my biologicalfather; the one I call my dad is actually my stepdad) again did not come to see me this summer. I went to Dorney Park for the first time... and then the second time a month later. I had a month of agnostic behaivor, then turned back to God. I made more friends than groundations. I added movies to my collection: X-men: The Final Stand, The Labyrinth, Benny and Joon, Because of Winn-Dixie, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Edward Scissorhands, Star Wars Chapters IV, V, and VI, and The Newsies. I deepened my obsession with Johnny Depp. I saw New Moon and was almost satisfied. I officially became Team Jacob (in July, mind you, so don't be getting any ideas. I was Team Bella beforehand). I decorated my first cake (disaster). I started a blog :). I grew up quite a bit. I was (finally) diagnosed with chronic depression. Actually, first some know it all crackhead tried to diagnose my with bipolar disorder. Yeah, right. Nothing wrong with bipolar disorder, but I don't have it. I may have "manic episodes," but dude, it's called a sugar rush. Then I was taken to a *real*
psychologist who diagnosed me with depression and called the other doc an idiot. I met this guy... I starting taking Melatonin to help with the insomnia, started to feel addicted, panicked, stopped, was cured for a little bit, and then Thanksgiving hit and I haven't fallen asleep before two a.m. since. Ah, well. Gives me time to do stuff like this.

LeeLee

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