I Want To Ride My Bicyle! Posted by Happy Blogger , 19.7.11 at Tuesday, July 19, 2011, in

I want to ride my bicycle!
I want to ride by bike!
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like!

Let's be honest, there is nothing worse than having a summer where you spend it moping around, trying to find things to do. Yes, I have a part time job answering phones for a Dinner Theater Company, but that only takes up a minimal amount of my time. I do some odd baby sitting jobs and 'get my mail' jobs, but realistically that's not going to eat up my days either. Because I need to make money like crazy, I have to stay at home all summer.

For the first little bit of July, I got the privledge to stay in a gorgeous house and watch my cousins dog. This house was a house sitters dream. Absolutely massive, huge TV's, king sized beds that smell like scented candles, massive deck, and I had the liberty to use anything in the house. Need I say more.

I also had a massive family reunion. Only 1/4 of my familes history was completely written out on 3 huge poster boards. It's ridiculous. My family was the kind of family that would organize a reunion where we would have a huge party where we sat around tables, passed around a microphone, each introduced ourslelves, and figure out why we were named what we were named, and see if our names have family ties. When it was my mother's turn to explain my name, she said I was named my first name because it was Irish, and it flowed with my older sisters name. Then she went on to explain that my middle name (which was my great grammy's name) was given to me because when my great grammy came to visit me in the hopsital and she held me, we both had wrinkly hands. What a story, huh?

We also had different colored bandana's given out for each generation and gender and wore them the entire night. Oh, and not to mention, we tried to teach all our american relatives to line danec. Out of all of them, my 83 year old great aunt who's a nun did the best job. Amen!

Some days I spend with my Gramma, just helping her with stuff around the house. I love going over because when she goes down for her afternoon nap, I also sneak off to her living room where she has a massive massage chair, and sit there in utter happiness and after a massage or 2, take a snooze. Not to mention, she has a beautiful sounding piano, where I can sit for hours and just play whatever.

In preparation for the arrival of the finale to the Harry Potter movie series, I watched the DVD's at home, and dug myself a hole in my TV room where I indulged in the magic and catered to silly headaches with water and advil.

In my opinion, I thoroughly enjoyed the last film. I got the worst gut wrenching feeling when Snape was killed, and when we saw Lupin and Tonks dead. Personally, I didn't think that Fred got the credit he deserved when he died. I started to full on bawl when Harry approached the Dark Forest, accepting his death. For whatever reason, seeing his parents, Lupin and Sirius just killed me. Then, I kind of spent the rest of the movie laughing. Voldemort trying to all pumped about Harry being dead just made me laugh, and that 'awkward moment when the dark lord tries to hug you' with Malfoy just made me laugh. I can recall the first time reading the Epilogue in the 7th book, and keeling over laughing and almost peeing my pants laughing, so I did the same in the movie. I mean, how can you not laugh? All was well!

The same night I saw Harry Potter, I also saw the Winnie the Pooh movie. It was seriously so well done, and the cutest thing I have ever seen. At one point, my cousin pointed out the tigger reminds her of my Dad. I don't think I can ever look a tigger the same way again, mind my dad. It's weird how my Dad oddly resembles an ADHD Tiger.

Bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy fun fun fun FUN FUN!

I'll be able to keep myself preoccupied for the rest of the month of July, however I feel that august is going to be the longest month of my life.

All I want to do is ride my bike. The only thing that kind of sucks is that one of my families bike has a sketchy gears and makes clicking noises and the other 2 have a flat tire that my dad lost the pump to fill the tires up. Hmmmmph! I shall have to figure that out. For August, it'll only be my sister and I at home. She works full time, I don't. Meh! I feel like I'll do alot of solo exploring.

Sunday morning, go for a ride?

I'm really hoping to score fulltime come september. I might die from emptiness. Not actually, but still.

I need to start setting little goals. Like learn how a stupidly hard piano piece, knit a sweater, learn to meditate, read books, make a scrap book, lie out and watch the stars, actually make plans if I'm bored, walk along the river, have a cards night, clean my room, go for a jog- a hike! Do a puzzle, climb a tree, draw a picture, camp out in the back yard, have a camp fire, sing into the broom when no ones looking, work out, bake, sleep in, wake up early, learn new language, ...live really.

So this is me, logging in from my first bike ride of the summer. Even though it was twice as hard peddling with a flat tire, I persisted on. Hopefully it will be the first of many adventures.

La la la la la la la la la la

-Happy Blogger

Honey Pie, You Are Making Me Crazy. Posted by Happy Blogger , 13.7.11 at Wednesday, July 13, 2011, in

It's been a veeeeeeeery long time since I've written anything. I never even finished my adventures in China... for another time maybe.

Let's just say I've been in limbo, and I'm waiting to come back to earth.

In all news, I graduated highschool with 195 credits, and walked the stage and managed not to trip. However, as I was getting my picture taken with my principal, I walked away so excited, running off to give my TA a giant hug, I by accidentally left my diploma with the principal. He had to run over to me and say "Happy Blogger! You might want this..."

The mass earlier that day was interesting. We got to sit in alphabetical order within our TA groups. My TA group always seems to be the ones in trouble or making a scene. Throughout the mass, we sat there talking and making jokes. When it came time for communion, we were all making remarks within our little group, and we looked up to see our TA shaking her head in disaproval but with a hint of "I wasn't expecting any less than you to be joking around". It's a bad habit, cause I tend to talk/ make jokes through out any catholic mass, however, in my head I'm not being disrespectful, it's just that they aren't going to tell me anything different at this point. In our gryffindor colored robes, things got hot real quickly-like. I felt embarassed because I was sweating so much under the robes, and I was barely wearing anything under it! Poor boys in there jacket/pants. Anyways, it came to the point in mass where we all got to shake hands, and I was almost embarassed cause I didn't want anyone to shake my sweaty hand, and then remember for the rest of time as the girl with sweaty hands. To my suprise, everyone else had super sweaty hands which made me feel 110% better about myself. On our way to lunch, we got a flat tire. Oh well.

Early I mentioned how I am in limbo. I say this because it's as if everything is numb, and all these changes in my life haven't really "hit" me yet. It's like I'm just staying a-float because I'm wearing a life jacket. Not swimming nor drowning.

Anyways, it wasn't until the finale of "WICKED" which I got to see twice at the Jubilee, when Elphaba and Glinda were singing "For Good", that I had a moment of "shit, I'm not going to see most of the people I graduated with" ever again and "Shit, I'm moving on with my life". I was drowning for a moment, but now I'm back to wearing the life jacket.

In all other news, Kate and William came and drove the Stampede Parade "backwards". I kid you not, Kate Middleton looked right at my friend and I and waved. I squealed and cried. That's not embarassing at all....
Just a fun little anecdote.
One time, I was at my aunt and uncles house for dinner, and we were talking about Will and Harry's daily jobs. They went on to tell me that Will is a search and rescue guy in wales. I then awkwardly said..."he can rescue me anytime..." It was one of those, "Shit, did I say that out loud?". That's okay. I still stand by that statement.

On top of that, I seriously envy my grandparents generation.
I want to be an old person.
Seriously.

honey pie, you are making me crazy
I'm in love, but I'm lazy
so won't you please come home?

-Happy Blogger