February Twenty Seven

Sorry, I've been neglecting this.
I'm not very good at the blogging thing.

Well, today the people from the blood bank were at my school but I couldn't donate because I'm not sixteen yet. Part of me really wishes I were, for many reasons, and the other part of me doesn't, for many reasons.

Growing up is a freaky thing.

February Twenty One

I hang out with a bunch of drama queens.

That is all I have to say on the subject.

Showbread cancelled their tour in March because Ricky had a death in his family. This was going to be my first time seeing them live, but I'm very sad for the guys; way more than I am for myself. It's got to be rough.

I'm definitely praying for all of them.

February Eleven

It was ridiculously warm out today.
Last week we had a foot of snow on the ground.
I can't believe how warm it was.

I was outside barefoot in a tee-shirt.

February Eight

THIS IS SO MINDBLOWINGLY CONFUSING!

February Four

Snow!

A whole eight inches of it.

I was sick yesterday and read Lord of the Flies again. Fun fun fun.

February Two

I have decided that for a week, I am going to see if I can avoid taking part in any of the idiocy that has been going on within my group of friends at school lately. And by lately, I mean the last two years.

I am going to see if I can go for a week (and hopefully much, much longer) without laughing at, smiling at or contributing to what has for a while, been a poor excuse for conversation. It used to be funny, but now it's just digusting and perverted and immature and unintelligent and ridiculous. Anything that ever comes out of anyone's mouth anymore is either a swearword or a sex joke. I sick and tired of it. Serious conversation isn't even remotely possible anymore. Lately, I've just been angry almost all the time and when they asked me why, I can't try to actually explain because they think I'm kidding around and just twist it some more and throw in some extra sexual humor because they're just hilarious.

Wow, I sound like I absolutely despise my friends, which isn't true. During the very, very, extremely small intervals of time that they are not being idiots, they're awesome. I love them to death.

I started praying like crazy last night, just because I felt like I needed to, about pretty much everything and I definitely need to start praying a lot more, and this was the most important thing. (Holy run-on sentence!) I know I'm not perfect, I join in with all the stupidity all the time. And I can't change how I am or how anyone is by myself, so I'm praying that God will help me out and that somehow in the process of myself being changed, that will start to rub off on my friends.

I'm going to start out with one week, and see what happens from there.

/endrareseriouspostbyvicky.

January Thirty

Today I slipped on ice a grand total of eight times, but I only fell once. It's pretty nasty out there.

I'm not gonna lie, I love snow and winter and the like, but when it rains and freezes on top of the snow and I can ice-skate on my back lawn, that's a little too much.

I was going to take pictures the day it snowed, but then it started rain/sleeting and I didn't want to screw up my camera. Bummer.

Everyone is sick except for me, so I'm probably doomed.

On another note, I am not excited for the Superbowl at all. There could not possibly be a worse pair of teams participating in it.

It is frigid in my house. That is all.

January Twenty Six

What do I think of my best friend?

She's pretty fly for a white guy.

I think she's the only person I would ever run around with in a toy store wearing ski caps to take pictures with giant stuffed giraffes.

Telephone's ringing.

Finals are finally (haha) done, but none of them were particularly brutal, so I'll miss the half days.

I think I need to go to a concert. I haven't been to one since October.

January Twenty Five

Today, I learned that I have no tolerance for loud middle school children.

We had a party at church as a going away gift for one of the youth leaders who has been there for as long as I can remember, and then some. His family is moving out to the city to start a new independent ministry for the people there. We all wish them the best because they are lovely people and I'm sure they'll do awesome things with God's help.

I didn't realize it until today, but he just might have been one of the biggest influences in my life and I'm praying that him and his family's ministry will help more and more people say that as it grows.

So do you wanna dance?

The result of running around a friend's house, completely bored out of my mind.
Not exactly impressive, but that happens.

Hello

I'm Vicky and if I met myself, I don't think that I would like me.

I like giraffes and bubble wrap and granola bars and top hats and basements and the sky and rain. I eat peanut butter every single day. I wonder about where socks go when they disappear in the dryer. I say things without thinking so they usually turn out sounding rather stupid. I never know what to say when someone asks "what's up."

I don't like books with too-small font. I hate writing "g" and "y." Sometimes I think everyone secretly hates me. Other time I think everyone except for me is a robot. I get paranoid.

I start things, but rarely finish them if I don't have to, so that in itself might be the death of this blog. I don't like the word "random." I can count on one hand the number of people I hate.

I think poetry is lame. I know that songs are poetry put to music, but music is one of my favorite things in the world.

I actually like Lord of the Flies. I say a lot more things in my head than I do out loud. I can live without a cellphone (GASP). I can live without oxygen, for about a minute.

I like mornings only if I'm already awake. I think people try too hard to be unique. I've never seen "The Nightmare Before Christmas." My favorite band writes songs about fried chicken and breakdancing. I don't like whiney music. I can't stand it when people pretend to be hyperactive.

I talk to myself. I fall down stairs frequently. I do not like describing myself.