Velcro is an awesome name for a cat.

So, today I worked a double at movie gallery. It was hell. Not even lying. I probably sat for maybe... 45 minutes out of the entire 13 hours I worked, (well, 12 technically, I had an hour break during which I sat.) and it was like, absolutely crazy in there. I had about $1100 in sales in my drawer alone, and over $3000 today in the store. It was absolutely fantastic. I really wish movie gallery would've been this busy beforeeee we started filing for bankruptcy and such. I also bought movies. lots of them. They were so cheap!! Keri (my roommate next year) and I will be stocked full of movies for the winter when we have all of our stuff done and don't want to venture out into the cold. It'll be grand.

I'm so pumped. Tomorrow marks the first day of house-sitting for friends. I basically get to stay in a huuuge house with 2 big dogs, 2 cats and 2 horses outside. It's pretty much my dream house, too. :) What's even better, Mrs. P is filling the fridge with lots of fruit and veggies and other healthy food like YOGURT and such that i can eat. :D yayy! Then, Friday is my orientation at college! I'm really psyched for taht too. Then, i get to come back and house-sit some moree. the next week is creation, and i'm dead-set on my switchfoot autographs. :D

Oh, and to explain my title. My boyfriend has a cat. It's name is Velcro. I think it's awesome. :)

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So.. Let's play catch-up.

So...I have a confession.

I kinda sorta forgot I started a blog. :(

I mean, it's not imperative to my life... and I was wondering why I was spending so much time on facebook after 11... (that's when I usually write all my blog postings) Well. That's the reason I haven't posted in almost a week and a half. I forgot my blog existed. And it's not like I haven't heard the word blog.... I READ MY MOTHER'S LATEST NAIL BLOG POST FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. I helped her put a translator on it because some lady in France reads her blog and she was trying to be nice and translate it for her. (She's such a nice lady, my mom.)

Anyway. Recent happenings?

Well. Let's start with the boy. My boyfriend is... well. I really don't know how to describe it. He's living in Oklahoma with his mom and step dad right now (about a 30 hour drive from me) and he went to Arkansas about 3 days after he got to Oklahoma for a family reunion. While he was there, he was almost bitten by an Agkistrodon piscivorus, or better known as a Water Moccasin, Cottonmouth, or Copperhead. Yeah. Not good news to hear over the phone. Especially when you actually hear "Hey hun, i was --- bit by a water moccasin." His phone cut out while he was telling me, and i didn't hear the oh-so-crucial word "almost." Luckily, he wasn't, and I freaked out for no reason. Next, I was with my brother, and I texted him for the fun of it. I don't have texting on my phone, but my brother has unlimited to anyone. fun stuff. :D anyway. He texted back, and he was like, Sooo... I hit a truck while I was on the bike today. I freaked out. I was like, omg are you okay?!? Let's just clear things up a bit. I'm in the middle of nowhere PA. He's in the middle of nowhere OK with a motorcycle. I really think the boy should clarify things. He was riding around the house, and he hit the tire of a parked truck. Wow. I freaked out over nothing. Again. I'm finding out that this is happening a lot. I freak out over every little thing, simply because he's not here. I feel like a cheap imitation of some novel with this girl and that hot guy that everyone's crazy about. Or something like that. (for the record, in some pictures, my boyfriend even resembles robert pattinson.) He's going to hate me for that. Luckily, I don't think he knows I have a blog. Yet. And, I don't think now is the time to tell him either. x] I'm so evil.

Okay, in earlier posts, I wasn't really clear about the whole, brother/sister situation. Legitimately, I have one half sister, Sarah, and two step sisters, whom I do not talk to. Sarah is my father's second child, and she's nine years younger than me. She was born about 4 months after our father passed away. I love her to death, and she reminds me so much of me and Daddy, it's crazy. Brother, on the other hand, is a more complicated story. Zach is honestly just my really close friend. He practically resided at my house while my mom was really sick with stage 2 Hodgkin's Disease, and he helped me get through a lot of tough situations. He really does mean the world to me, and I'm not sure he knows that. I call him my brother because the bond between us is soo much more than just friends, it truly is like a sibling that I've had my entire life. I truly do love him. :) <3

I guess that's where i'll stop for today. i'd hate for the blog to be too long to read. ahhaa.

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The end to the weekend of epicness.

Graduation was amazing. Even though Michelle, Charly and I got up early, we didn't make it to the service.. :( Oh well, it was probably pretty boring anyway. I took lots of pictures which i can't upload to facebook because i don't know why. It's very frustrating. The guest speaker spoke for waaaaaaaayyyy too long, and they forgot to officially commence the class of 2010 by moving the tassels from one side to the other. and they didn't throw their caps. I found it lame, but hey. I'm at least dating a high school graduate now. x] after graduation, he went back to his apartment to find that the TL people had thrown away his stuff he'd left there... including the book i bought him for his graduation present and his 120GB zune. We weren't impressed. So, we went back to his grandparents house and spent some time with his family.

We then proceeded to go to walmart, spend a ton of money on PS3 things, and we got lost outside of Lebanon. How fun. x] Lost. In the dark. At midnight. In a town we weren't familiar with. It was great. When we finally got back to his grandparents house, it was like, 1 AM. His phone was dead. Mine was in the house. And we were locked out. So, we broke in, so to speak, through the basement. thennn proceeded to fall asleep.

The next morning, we all got up, had an amazing breakfast, and started to get around to run errands. Kyle and I managed to do everything except go to the bank... but we did a bit of dumpster diving, and found his clothes and book and zune. :) yayy! We then met up with Michelle, Charly, Sierra, and Dean (his family) at HERSHEY PARK!!! :D It was so much fun, and Dean is just adorable.

This is Dean.

His hair was wet.

So. I gave him a mohawk.

He loved it.

My hero?

I think so.

So, we went back to Kyle's grandparents after our looong day at Hershey Park, and crashed. The next morning, I was up by 6 packing. by 9:30, i was FINALLY on the road, about a half our behind schedule. I forgot a bunch of stuff which Mam (Kyle's grandmother) is currently mailing me) and I forgot to print out directions to get back home. So, i used basic route numbers from my directions to get down there, and ended up finding a route that cut about a half hour off of my driving time! it was excellent. I got home, and I felt awful. I don't know if it was stress, or if i ate something bad when i got home, but i was sicker than a dog. Sick for a whole week. Probably part of the reason why I haven't posted this until now. It was awful.

Anyway. That was the end of the weekend. It was so much fun. I really wish it would've never ended.

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Intermediate Posts Make Me Happy.

So, this is basically just a post to let everyone know what's going on. :)


Prom. Was. Awesome. Yes, the DJ did suck. Royally. Buuuut. The hotel (where it was held) was absolutely amazing!!! according to Kyle, they paid mucho dinero just for the blueprints. and by mucho dinero, i'm talking like, 500,000 just for the BLUEPRINTS. yeah. That epic. So, he and I just walked around the gardens and fountains outside and looked at the sky. very romantic, right? :) it was amazing. i didn't do much dancing, most of it was rap. and i hate rap. I mean, there are some songs i can listen to, but most of them are incredibly hard to dance to and it's just like, sdlfasdfasida. what is going on here. why is it so slow. or some other complaint of the sort. I had a great time, and it was nice to be able to wear my dress again. soooo pretty! :D I got my hair done at 8:30 that morning, drove three hours south to his grandparents house, met his step-dad, mom, little sister, and little brother, as well as his grandparents, before i even saw him. Excellent. it was really fun, his little brother is absolutely adorable, but he is indeed a six year old boy that never stops moving. very hyper, very active, very in need of a chill pill. and i thought i was hyper at that age. to all parents out there--- props to you for not killing your children when they're between the ages of 4-10. and, again when they're 14-18. I know my teenage years weren't THAT bad, but i know i was pretty hard to deal with. haha. <3 you mother. :D SOOO. After we went to the school to take kyle his tux, i got to ride to the hotel with his mother because the trolley ride was for MHS students only. Which i am not one. Great job, MHS, way to make me feel awesome about myself. x[ Michelle (ALSO KYLE'S MOTHER'S NAME) took lots of pictures and Kyle will probably have them on facebook soon. TO all my facebook friends-- I'd love to post pictures of MHS prom, but facebook's being dumb, and i'd rather just wait until i get home to do it on Google Chrome, because the Laptop I have to use only has internet explorer. bleh. but hey, at least it's better than nothing, right? :)

So, today was the day to chill out. After prom, Kyle's sister, Sierra, Kyle's brother Dean and I all watched SpyKids in the room i'm staying in. by the time it was over, it was pretty much 2am. Dean slept with me, (keep in mind, he's 6 and will sleep in a bed with anyone in the family, which apparently I am included in now) and Sierra slept on the couch. My biological clock woke me at 5:45. (i know mom, it's awful, i can't wake up like that when i need to) I pushed myself to go back to sleep and woke up 15 minutes later. SO i got up, got a shower, etc. went to read my book Siddartha, and fell back asleep after reading the first chapter. Then, I got up when everyone else started waking up, around 7. Michelle and I went to the store around 8:30, i suppose, and I bought the BEST donut ever. They really rivaled krispy kremes. Michelle made whole wheat pancakes with syrup and sausage. It was actually pretty decent, i wasn't too keen on the pancakes, but it was different, so i'm not sure if i just wasn't used to it... anyway. We then went and picked up kyle and all of his stuff out of his apartment at his school. (He goes to a boarding school, lives in the Transitional Living, wich is basically just apartments in a huge house, all the same gender per house.) we came home, did a bunch of stuff here, and finally convinced kyle just to take a shower and go take a nap. He had gone to the MHS Students-Only afterparty (i wasn't invited. of course.) and hadn't slept at all. I fell asleep as well, as I didn't get much sleep either. We woke up, got dinner, sorted through all kyle's stuff, figuring out what he wanted and what he didn't. it rained. and it rained hard. Luckily, we got everything inside before we got dumped on. haha. the rest of the day was just spent around the house doing odd things, getting ready for tomorrow, his graduation.

I'm getting up early tomorrow with Michelle so I can GO TO CHURCH. FINALLY. before Kyle's graduation. I'm really excited for him, and I'm excited that I get to go to the ceremony too! I'll have some pictures up as soon as I can.

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Precursor to Weekend of Epicness.

So, Today's blog is going to be short.

Not only did I do a whole lot of nothing, but it's really late, and I really want to watch Burn Notice in about 15 minutes. I love Burn Notice. FAAAAvorite show ever. Tomorrow starts probably one of the best weekends ever. It's my boyfriend's prom, so up wayyy early for my mom to do my nails (which will probably be posted on her blog. OHHH speaking of her blog. She has that recipe posted. haha. i forgot to give her the pictures. my b.) And then at 8:30, i get my hair done, then i have to pick up my dress and his tux, and drive 3 hours to his grandparents house. I have no idea what's going to happen this weekend, or what we're going to be doing. but i'll probably not post anything major until after i get home. I am planning on bringing my laptop with me, so i miiiiight post. :) Weeeeeeelllll. I guess i'd better get going. So. goodnight everyone!! :D

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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot. Really.

I'm still not sure I understand this whole... Blog thing. I mean... sure:

1. Write.

2. Insert Pictures.

3. Post.

But.. with me, it's more like:

1. Write.

2. Erase.

3. Re-write.

4. Edit.

5. Insert Pictures.

6. Edit.

7. Post.

8. Realize it's still not right.

9. Curse.

10. Fix it. Immediately.

I'm not sure that it's supposed to be like this? I thought blogging was supposed to be relaxing... not completely stressful! I'm already under enough stress with major financial issues with college. ugh. whatever. Anyway. I'm still not sure about this whole blog thing. Who the heck came up with it anyway??? Isn't it supposed to be like a diary? For the world to see? Oh I don't think so. There is no way I'm posting all my innermost feelings to be read by some random person in China. or India. or even Canada. Or for my 66 year old Grandmother next door to read. (Not kidding, she really does live RIGHT next door.) Or anywhere, for that matter. But, I guess since it's my blog, I can post whatever I want, right?

I graduated last week. If you took my advice and got the amazing recipe from mother's blog, you obviously saw some graduation pictures. I'm not sure about that either. I don't know whether to be happy that I can finally get the heck outta here, or to be sad that I'll never see some of these people again. Why is eighteen so hard? I still don't know why they allow 18-year-olds to vote. Unless the kid is hardcore into politics and reads the news everyday like my boyfriend, most kids are only voting based on what they get from random news stations, which are partial to one party anyway. Everyone knows that. I know I won't be voting for a while. That's for damn sure. I won't be blamed for the crap that gets into office. I'd rather just say to anyone complaining, "Hey, don't blame me. You're the one who voted for him." or even, "Dude. I really think you would suck at his job. If you can do it better, do it. If not, shut it."

Enough about politics.

asldfkjas. what the heck do i talk about?! these things are boring. Today, I worked at my second job, and then hung out with my friend Andrew (Yes, he is a boy, and he is a friend, but he is NOT my boyfriend. Just to be clear.) Yes, His real name is Andrew, contrary to popular belief. Maiiiinly because he has manymanymanymany nicknames. whatev's. i'd list them. but most of them include his last name, and i'd rather not have his last name posted all over the interwebs. x] oh well. we sat and played mario the whole time. oh and went for ice cream with big brother that stopped by. Of course, brother bought. x] only way to get ice cream right there. mmm yummy. then andy decided to play this balloon game on my laptop? yeah it looked fun. but. i'd probably suck at it. mainly because..... i have no hand eye coordination. xD hahahaha.

I'm really excited. only one more day before i get to go to prom! again. haha. Yep, this Friday is the boyfriend's prom. I get to drive 3 hours and get to stay the whole weekend. :D woooooot.

I guess we may be going to Hershey Park on Saturday? maybe? i have no idea. I hope so though! i haven't been there in like, 8 years! ahh, how fun.

Well, I'm tired, and I have to get up early and do lots of laundry and pack for this weekend, so I guess this is it for the night. :)

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First Blog Ever.

To be quite honest, I hate blogs. With a passion. And a fiery one at that. Seems kind of odd, doesn't it? Here I am, a girl the age of 18, writing on a blog she claims to hate. Ha. Well. My best friend/younger brother Drew and my mother both influenced me enough to start one. What is the point of a blog anyway? Is it to just ramble on about random things that happened during that day? Is it to prove a point? Why on Earth am I doing this??!

I also hate free writing. Mainly because I'm really bad at it. I think in incomplete sentences just like I've written here, and I tend to go off on wild tangents and switch subjects often. Some may say it's ADD, or ADHD or whatever, but I don't think so. Needless to say, if I'm just going to ramble about today's happenings, you'd better learn to keep up. It's gonna be quite a ride. :]

Well, today is my dad's birthday. Well, let's be clear. Today is TECHNICALLY my Step-dad's birthday. My parents were divorced when I was two, my mom married Steve when I was seven, and my father died when I was nine. Well, I'm 18 now, and Steve has been my dad for longer than my real dad was my dad. Anyway. Today he turns 38. He'll probably hate me for posting that, but whatever. He can get over it. He'll love me anyway. x] ANYWAY. As I was saying. Today is my dad's birthday. Mom is making/made an amazing chicken dinner which we all call "Gramma's Chicken." It really is amazing. You bread the chicken with pancake mix, salt, and pepper, and a variety of spices that I didn't listen to when mom was telling me. Something about soul or chicken or sage or something. Who knows. Anyway. then you FRY the chicken until it's crispy and smells completely yummy. At the moment, it smells absolutely amazing. After you fry it, you cut up some celery and carrots and onions, and possibly a few potatoes. and then you put it all into a deep dish casserole, and put it in the oven. ohh it's so good. If you want to know the exact recipe with more specific measurements, go to my mom's blog. It should be right next to this post. I think. Krista's Krafting or Slaying the Dragon. x] Yes, Mom, I stole your Blog-post. But don't worry. Now you can blog about it too.

Anyway. I'd better tell you more about me, now that you know this amazing recipe. Well, sort of know. I guess I wasn't very specific. hahaa. My name is Michelle. I've lived in the same town my whole life, with the exception of 3 months spent with Dad and step mom. The house I'm living in now will always be home, no matter what. The scene looking out my back door is amazing, and even though I complain about it, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I feel like I'm living a Journey song. I'm literally a small town girl, living in a lonely world. And for the longest time, I wanted to take a midnight train to anywhere but here. I'm going to college in the fall, to major in Biology and Pre-med, to be a Research Pathologist. My facebook will tell you that I'm in a relationship, and I'm quite happy in it. :] Luckily, he's going to college closer to me than what he lives now. So, there you have it. That's me. This is Home.

(Bee tee dubs, I took these pictures today with my brand new camera!!! It's a Sony Cyber-shot with the new sweep panorama option. Pretty cool, eh?)

I guess I'll not post again tonight... isn't that how it works? only one post a night? Ohhh dear. What have I gotten myself into?

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