Meh

Well, the wedding (not the actual wedding, the reception) depressed me a lot, mainly because it was me sitting in the back of the room drinking non-alcoholic drinks while everybody else danced to crappy music.

I just want to leave. I want to win the lottery and go to like... Madrid or /something/. I think it'd be far more interesting than my life currently.

Kinda worried about class registration that's on Monday the 6th. Still haven't done that damn councilors appointment.

I just. Ergh.

And These are the Best Years of our Lives.

Here I sit, in a hotel room in North Carolina at 12:39 PM East Coast, 9:39 PM West coast, writing while my parents sleep-and my father snores-in the next bed over.

I'm here for my cousin's wedding. I haven't seen this cousin since I was roughly three or four, which is forever and a day being eighteen now. This wedding was really just an excuse to get the entire family in one place. The only one we're missing is my cousin Riki. Been here for one full day and I must say, it's been one of the most interesting days of my life.

We're in a hotel across the street from an enormous Mall (Macy's and a Dillard's), with one of the stores being interestingly named "Dick's Sporting goods". My family, I expected this from my immediate family but wasn't so sure about the uncles and cousins, decide that we need to go to Dick's and buy shirts that just say "Dick's" on them so we can wear them to the pre-wedding party and scare the groom's family. Unfortunately, this store is intelligent and doesn't carry shirts that say Dick's. Fortunately, however, they do sell drink cozies that say Dick's. We end up buying about thirteen of those and take them to the party.

But it wasn't until we got back from the party that things start to happen that make me think. From 9:00 until Midnight the entire family (about fifteen of us) hang out in my hotel room and chat about everything and tell stories. My favorite of the stories was when we were talking about my Grandfather (who died when I was four) and my brother and I were talking about how we didn't get to know him much, so my cousin's date decides to take the opportunity to say that we'll see him again someday. Then there is a kinda silent awkward pause and my brother quips "Yeah, 'cause we're /all/ going to hell" and everybody starts laughing to the point of almost crying.

I guess what I'm trying to say is:

As I'm sitting here, I've gotta thing, that there isn't much that really gets better than times like this. I'm fresh out of high school, eighteen, and about to encounter the real world. I'll make new friends, I'll make new memories, and there will be ups and downs. But I know that when I'm thinking back on the great times in my lives, a hell of a lot will come from the past few years. Growing up, hanging out with friends, traveling, telling funny stories with/about my family, and learning while still being a child and being able to depend on people. This is what I'll love, and this is what I hope will continue.

-Peace.

The Three things that have made me cry.

... Well, in fictional stories, at least.

I don't usually get attached to characters enough to cry when something happens. Usually it's just a "aw, dammit, not again!" type of feeling and ranting about it for a while. But nope, these are the three things so far that have really touched me enough to make me cry.

-The end of Where the Red Fern Grows when I was in fifth grade. Dammit, that was depressing, and it was about dogs. I couldn't take it. I was bawling.

-The end of Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core. I went into that game knowing that Zack was going to die, that he had to die for the plot to continue. But nope, When that time came around I was sobbing in the back a rental van in Texas, while on vacation.

-And here I sit, Reading the Batman 687 comic I bought today that focuses around the death of Batman. So far I've known about his death for a few months, and I've never come close to crying for my beloved childhood superhero. But when Superman asked Alfred if he was alright and Alfred's reply was: "Am I 'all right'? No, sir. I am not. My son has died." That just let loose the tears. And then Dick and Alfred Cry two pages after. Dammit.

The only other things that got me close to crying was when Beckett died in SGA, and then in Interstella 5555 when Shep died.

Balls.

-Peace

Wow, It's Been A While.

So, It's been about 3 months. I actually managed to completely forget about this blog until people started putting links in their MSN.

Recap of the last three months.

- Star Trek XI came out. Seen it three times. Want to see it more.

- Turned 18.

- Graduated.

- Been unbelievably stressed out.

- IB tests.

- Prepping for Comic-con by cramming as much Comic knowledge as I can into my head by July 22.

- Can't wait for Comic-con.

- Swimming every day for over a week now.

Nothing really too exciting. Definitely nothing to blog about.

-Peace.

Zombie Dream

A new one

It started with basically the cast of SGA, as well as 13 from house and other random people stuck on this deserted island, and they had to make it alone, so they built houses and things like that. Had dogs, got over it. McKay started his science experiments again. Yadda yadda yadda.

One day about six months after everything got settled, 13 was talking to this other girl (who had been sick for a while) about how the other girl had been acting a bit strange at a few moments, but at other times she acted perfectly normal. The other girl just shrugged and 13 pulled down the collar of her shirt to show this huge gash on her neck that was obviously from someone biting her. Apparently the other girl bit her when they were having sex on the beach (*shrug*)

They didn't tell anybody, but soon the other girl just went bezerk and bit someone else. and apparently that as the third person they had bit, which caused Elizabeth (SGA character for people who don't know) to worry and inform Sheppard. They captured this girl who was rampaging before she bit any more people as well as the people who had been bit and tied them to this post thing by the beach. Except as they were tying the girl who had rampaged she screamed No and ran out into the ocean (everyone assumed she just died)

Beckett and McKay started to run studies on the people who had been bit as they started to go berserk again, and essentially conclude that they were all zombies. yeah, that was bad. though other than testing as long as no one but the guards went anywhere near the zombies their lives went on as normal, so whatever.

One day something washed up on shore, and the guards went to check it out. It turns out that, oops, it was the original woman who turned into a Zombie, and yeah, she was still Alive. the first thing she did was maul one of the guards then she released the other zombies who were still tied up.

This is where I came in, and also proves that I've been playing too much WoW. I somehow figured out that the zombies were running amok (as the zombies are slow, and the ocean was a good 20 miles from the mail encampment) and talked to Elizabeth, McKay, and Sheppard about it. We decided that we couldn't tell anyone else about it and just boosted the work on the project to try to fix them. Elizabeth injected her dog so she could study it better, but that turned out to be her death. So my suggestion was that we should hop on our flying mounts (yeah... WoW) and try to get as far away as we could. McKay is paranoid but then reveals that he knows how to get to basically the real world, cities, many people, the works, and he knows this family that should be able to help us, but that's a last resort. So Sheppard, McKay and I leave once the Zombie apocalypses hits and we fly to this house that's basically 3 miles from the freeway that leads to a city that looks like LA. At the house there is this black family who are really awesome, as well as a few other people, and Nikki. We all try to work on figuring this out, but aren't as rushed as apparently there had been no outbreak or anything like that in the populated world. But one day McKay starts acting strange around this other guy and brings it up to Sheppard and Myself that he things this guy might be infected.

One day all hell breaks lose at the house, and unfortunately we lose McKay (apparently he had been bit a few weeks back). But he tells us that the people still retain some of the identity, and then he gives us these nerf gun looking things filled with this liquid that will apparently stop the zombies, get them to come to their senses for a little bit, get us enough time to run away. So Sheppard Nikki and I are the only ones that manage to get away (I, unfortunately didn't have my phone or any shoes, that sucked)and we got down to the Freeway, trying to get to the city where there might be some help, or at least some more guns. The nerf guns that McKay gave us were working pretty well and once the people came back to their senses, they just kinda died. One wave was dead, then we saw people driving in cars (pricks didn't pick us up though... don't blame them). The Next Wave came and so we used our nerf squirt guns again to shoot them. The first four people being Michelle, Paige, Lance and some really hot blonde dude. These four regained their senses but amazingly didn't die, so we got new friends, but then on the next wave the nerf guns stopped working, just fazed the zombies (well. shit). Unfortunately, Lance started to go Berserk again, and was surprisingly strong. For Sheppard, The blonde guy, myself and Nikki to get away Paige and Michelle sacrificed themselves so we could get back to the highway (as we were at this random house). the four of us make it to the city, then we lost Nikki somehow, and we got into this house with building with zombies chasing us. there was this one level where it was a hole in the wall, the stairs up, another hole in the wall then the stairs we just walked up (trying to get to the top, as apparently this building would help us, so says the Blonde guy) and so to keep from being killed by the zombies we dived into the holes in the wall, which were apparently water that the zombies couldn't get into (as they passed us running up the stairs,) and I'm not exactly sure why the water didn't flow out of the holes. But the three of us got out the holes and apparently the Hot blonde dude was a doctor that was researching this before he kinda turned into a zombie, and these people in hazmat suits came up behind Sheppard and I and sedated us, then it was black out, being tied to a chair and injected with something to prevent us from turning into a zombie (I assume), blackout, and wake up in a lab.

Then I woke up.

F My Life

Great Website, first of all
www.fmylife.com

One of the posts was this:

Today, my girlfriend dumped me proclaiming she wanted someone more like her "Edward". I asked her who Edward was. She held up a copy her "Twilight" book. She was talking about a fictional vampire. FML

it got "I agree, your life is f***ed" 13043. I agree completely. just... how, what, why, who is that STUPID... Ugh

Been sick for the past few days, my head is gonna explode soon, and I realized that I have so much shit due soon (Tests, art workbook that was due on Monday that I forgot about, essays, etc.)

Fuck my life.

-Peace

Hmmmm

I needa post more I guess... I've felt nauseous(which I'll never be able to spell right) for the past... oh 6 or so days. And I've finally caught that cold that my parents have had. Oops.

WoW has stolen my soul, It really is quite a shame.

Also, Hate school, needa throw a coup in Reti's Class.

Story of my life.

I wish I had some talents. I feel useless again.

Other than some illness, and some stupid school teachers, I'm actually quite happy, regardless of how angsty this post appeared to be. Whooda thunk?

-Peace.


Random picture of Beckett, for whom I have cried MANLY TEARS (which is a lie, I did tear up a bit though.)

A response from Reti

I messaged Reti to ask him to change my internal assessment topic, and this is the reply I get.

Dear Sara:

Jack the Ripper sounds pretty lurid, exciting, and, no doubt, there are many history channel specials with accompanying websites that will be quite helpful.

So, go ahead, althought it is not exactly a bright and cheerful topic...

Sincerely yours,

Steven Reti

A Very Reti Response.

-Peace

New Year, School, and Last year in a REALLY Lazy Review.

Well, Let's kick this off by saying Happy Belated New year.

It's 2009, 9 is my favorite number, let's hope that means this year is much better than 07 or 08, which both sucked balls.

School, I didn't miss it, Not gonna delve into much detail there.

Now 2008:

There were good times, there were bad times, school sucked, friends rocked, parties were had, we lost some good people and I still can't sew.

Well, there we have it. I told you it was gonna be a REALLY lazy review.

To my friends: Love ya all, hope this year is awesome.

DFTBA

-Peace