Must-see youtube videos

Here's a list of some youtube videos that you've absolutely, positively gotta see. Period.

1. Charlie the Unicorn 1, 2, 3. Yes. Three Videos of basically nothing. But it's hilarious. The third one is my favorite.

2. Spatula Madness. By the same person who made Charlie the Unicorn. Again, hilarious. And again, totally random...

3. Miss South Carolina. And you thought you were bad at geography...

4. Mario Kart Love Song. Cutest thing in the world. Unless you've never played the video game, because you won't have any idea what the dude is talking about.

That's just a couple, but I'll list some more later.

Jason the Sandwich

Jason wanted to be like all the other sandwiches. He was a turkey on whole grain with mayo, cheddar, and tomato. Nothing out of the ordinary. However, he had been cut into triangles. All the other sandwiches had been cut into rectangles. Jason was devastated.

Howl's Moving Castle

"Huh?" is usually the answer I receive when I mention the movie Howl's Moving Castle. It's pretty suprising actually, since it is a pretty amazing movie. For one, Christian Bale does the voice of Howl, and if Christian Bale is in it is automatically a great movie, hands down. Plus the music is beautiful. Piano is the way to go. I printed some of the music off the computer and I played and played and played...I love it. It's pretty challenging, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. I wish I could play some for you...whoever you are. Oh, and the movie is a Japanese cartoon. That's probably why no one ever knows what I'm talking about...

Food

I love food! Especially junk food. I eat a bowl of ice cream every single day and somehow I stay skinny(well, compared to some people). Three cheers for high metabolism! Hip! Hip! Hurray! Maybe it's because I'm young, or maybe it's because I run two miles everyday. Or maybe a combination of both. All I know is that I eat junk and I love it. And I don't care if I have clogged arteries when I'm fifty because I don't intend to live that long.

I hate basketball

Well, I hate a lot of things. But what I hate the most is being forced to do things that are pointless, stupid, and a waste of time. Like basketball. Sure, there are those moments in a game when I pack someone, or get to take my anger out on some player by "accidently" beating them to a pulp. But what I really love is music. And my parents won't let me pursue it. They like it that I do music, but they seem to think that my dream is to be an all-star basketball player. I HATE IT!! It's such a freakin waste of time! I could be going somewhere with music right now if I didn't have to go to basketball practice for three hours a day. Geez....

Comfort

I've been crying so much lately, I feel like such a baby. I just feel so depressed. This guy that used to be my friend, and maybe more than a friend, ended up being a man-whore. My sister was in a car accident, and I cried even though she was ok. It just reminded me of my accident, and brought back those painful memories. The worst thing about pain is remembering it later, and carrying the memory of it with you for the rest of your life. Sometimes I wish I could get hit in the head really hard and get amnesia, so I don't have to remember the pain. That would be awesome, other than not remembering my own name. But I don't really like my name anyways..."Anne" One syllable. Suckiest name ever. My kids are going to have cool names like Audrey, Avery, Edward(named after my dad. I'm not a Twilight fanatic). Sorry I'm rambling. But I just like to let my mind drift and just type whatever comes to mind. It makes me feel better, especially when I'm all emo and depressed. Even though no one reads my posts, I find a comfort in writing, and knowing that my story is out there. Bits and pieces of myself. And even after I die, part of me will still be here. Yes, I find comfort in that.

Fireflies song stuck in my head...

...and I like to make myself believe, that planet earth turns slowly. Its hard to say I'd rather be awake when I'm asleep, cuz everything is never as it seems, when I fall asleep...

-Owl City

I don't know what to title this...

Life is tough. And sometimes it seems like you are at the end of your rope. You have no more strength left. You just want to lie down and give in. I need God. I know I need God. I don't know what it is, it just hasn't clicked for me yet. I'm a pastor's kid, and so I guess you would think that I have a pretty good relationship with God. But the truth is, I don't know him at all. All my life, this relationship with God has been forced on me, and I don't know if I ever made that decision for myself or if my parents made it for me. All I know is that I feel so lost. I know that he's there, I just can't...I don't know...I can't grasp this. That God loves me. It just seems kind of bizarre, I mean come on, who could ever love me? A couple summers ago, I saw one of my best friend's cars totaled by a semi. I thought she was dead and I knew that if she had just gone to Hell it was my fault, because I didn't share the gospel with her. But really, I don't understand the gospel. I've heard it over and over again, but I just...agh!!I feel so freakin useless! My life has no point. At all. And it hurts so bad. That moment when the car was there and then all of sudden it was torn apart, the guilt was too much. I was paralyzed. If she had died I would have killed myself. Sigh...I'm kind of morbid aren't I? Talking about death all the time. I'm sorry...

Friends

Growing up I never had a lot of friends. I was the tall, lanky, shy kid that people tripped walking by or got their head dunked in the water fountain by the next person in line. I didn't think that I had any friends at all and up until recently that's how I felt. But as I looked back on my childhood I realized that I had lots of friends. My cousins from Show Low have been great friends that I have known since birth. I have a friend that I've been hanging out with since...forever. We've been chilling and playing videogames since way back when. In the sixth grade I had a best friend that was always there for me and made me so happy.I think she was a bad influence on me, but we had fun and she helped me survive my sixth grade year. I also have a friend that I've known since pre-k. We are always arguing with eachother like an old couple, but I realize that that's because he is one of my best friends. It's kind of backwards, but whatever. I also have friends from band that I hang out with sometimes. They're like my family. And now, I have two friends that saved my life. I was considering suicide and they saved me. I have had so many friends and I have never acknowledged that and it makes me feel ashamed of myself. I always focused on the bad, and never even realized there was good. I always took it that the way those jerks thought of me was how everyone thought of me, and I just feel like I've wasted a good portion of my life feeling alone and worthless and friendless, even though I've always had a group of friends right there with me. Sigh...I feel like a stupid-head. I have friends. And they make my life worth living. Thankyou.

Taking on the position as "housewife"

This past couple weeks my sister has been in the hospital with a bowel obstruction. Scar tissue from a previous surgery had left adhesions along her small intestine. Obviously, this problem kept her in the hospital for awhile and my mom stayed with her there. So it has just been me, my brother, and my dad here at home. My dad, who is a great guy, doesn't know how to cook or clean well so I've spent these past weeks trying to keep this place together. It has been pretty overwhelming, but I've learned a lot from it. I learned how to do laundry(which I never had to learn to do because my mom always did it). I learned responsibilty(taking care of my moody little brother is a big responsibilty, trust me). I learned to not take a break and just work all day (man, I'm tired). Sure, this probably doesn't sound like a big accomplishment to you, but it was to me. My sister and my mom are either coming home tonight or tomorrow, so I don't have to do this much longer, but keeping a house together was a good thing to learn. I just wish my dad knew how to cook, because that is one thing I haven't learned. And I'm kind of getting sick of chicken nuggets and hot dogs. Give me a steak, please! And some vegetables, or something that hasn't been deep fried in hydrogenated oils. I feel like a ball of lard! Well, that's all I got to say. Pray for my sis. Ciao!

Setting out into the new year, the new decade, the new...whatever.

This past month and half have been terrible. One of my best friends, practically my brother, completely blew me off. I thought he hated me. I didn't know what to do. And just because I told him I was in love with him. I wanted to cut really bad. (By the way, I'm only writing this in my blog because no one reads it anyways and I don't care if you do read it because you don't know me and I don't know you and you can't put me in counseling. So there.) But Christmas Eve he sent me a text telling me that he was sorry for all of that and it made my day. I was so happy that he didn't hate me. So now, with my friend back and with my feelings under control I am ready to begin this new year. And I'm going to make it great. Even though life just sucks.

Guitar Hero and mohawks

Today I was playing Guitar Hero with a couple of my best friends. We started talking about the amazing mohawks the computerized rockstars were sporting and we decided to give it a try. On me. Of course.
First, they decked me out in the proper "rockstar attire". Next, they smothered me with eyeliner and red lipstick. Then came the hawk. Oh boy...
They dragged me out to the back porch and made me lay my head on the outside table. They began their work. Neither of them had ever made a mohawk, so I wasn't suprised when they failed miserably. They got a can of hairspray and a bottle of hair gel and plastered my head to the towel. Soon, a big wind picked up, and my head completely covered in goop was freezing!! After we couldn't stand the cold anymore, they held up my hair and we ran into the house to the bathroom, dripping hairspray the whole way.
The next half hour, they tried to keep up the spikes by putting straws in and then blowdrying them. Once again, they failed. But we took pictures anyways. In their last attempt to make the spikes stay up, they had me lean against the wall, and then they taped the spikes to it. Ha. Funny.
We had fun though, and even though they are probably putting those pictures on facebook as we speak (sigh...) I still had a lot of fun. Until I had to try and figure out how I was going to get all that crap out of my hair. That was not so funny...