Oh foof.

I have been very absent, have I not? Forgive me. Well, so far...I'm hanging out with Sharebear on Monday, my clothes haven't arrived yet (=.=), and I have yet to think of a decent topic for mix tape. Nothing's been happening this week...nothing I could write on mix tape, at least. Sadness. If anyone reads this in the next hour or so, please suggest something :(

Anyway. I was looking at some notes I had for an old story, and suddenly the name just hit me out of nowhere: Piatri. Goddess of Fire.

So basically there are (were?) ten Gods/Goddesses, all who are master of a specific power. Their powers were manifested in ten Stones/Diamonds of varying sizes/shapes/colors. The Gods' business on Earth was taken care of by winged silver creatures known only as Servants, whose entire purpose in life was to serve their masters. Now I'm not sure where to go with this, but basically the Diamonds get scattered around the Earth and grant the wearer the power of the God/Goddess the Diamond originated from. Either the Gods themselves grant them to the humans for some reason I haven't decided yet, or a Servant becomes angry at their selfishness and steals the Diamonds to give to the humans.

That's not really important, though. There are, repeat, 10 Diamonds and 10 powers...Fire, Life, Ice, Earth, Light, Mind, Sight, Flight, Illusion, and Storm. I'm sure you can guess what powers those are. Obviously they're not as powerful as the Gods themselves, but they still pack a punch, you know. If I'm going with the Gods-gift story, the Possessors of the Stones were meant to be sort of ambassadors between the humans and the Gods, but the Stones ended up being scattered and lost through time.

So, present-day, there are 10 people running around with awesome-cool powers. The Possessor of the First Stone, the Diamond of Fire, is a 17-year-old girl named Mava Harper. Most of her family is dead and she's the heiress to a multi-billion dollar fortune but she lives in a sleepy town in Connecticut. Why? Her psychotic brother is after the Stone, and she feels it's her duty to keep it out of his hands. The Stone was, in this case, a family heirloom that had been passed down for ages but never used. Both Mava and Kane felt drawn to it; Kane because he sensed it's power and wanted it, and Mava because she's the rightful possessor of it. However, it was Mava that their mother showed it's power too, and Mava that retrieved it when her family was murdered. Kane, who is as previously mentioned psychotic, thinks it should go to him since he's the one who would really use it's power, and that Mava stole it from him. He is quite rich, owning half of the fortune, and assembled a small group of baddies to hunt her down, including Jakob Fennerton, who possesses the Diamond of Illusion.

Oh, and there's a Servant called Tyion who is receiving mysterious instructions regarding Mava. He thinks the voice in his head is that of a God's, but it's actually Ryvin Bonaleisi, who possesses the Diamond of Mind, and who may or may not be a baddie/insane.

AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. If you think about it it's not really THAT convoluted, (10 people have diamonds that give them powers that other people want...see not complicated) but I can't really think of where to go with it. All I know is that Kane never, ever gets his sister's Diamond. Ever. He barely even comes close. But besides that I don't have much in the way of a plot.

Oh, and I promise that not all the names are craaaaaaaaazy. One of them is named Jessica, see??? Just most of them have crazy names.

So.

I'm bored.
Here is a picture of a cat.

So.......who's right?

It's not often I get into religious debates. Frankly, I don't give a damn, and the only reason I can see for someone getting angry about a religion is if a) they're trying to convert you, or b) you're being obnoxious. And honestly, people's beliefs should be private. Besides the fact that you might not feel comfortable being open about your beliefs...no one cares.

But this one girl, Paste ('member her?) is really getting on my nerves. She sends a crapload of forwarded messages to people. Fine, whatever; I usually just delete them anyway. But with every religious-ish message she feels the need to announce that she's an atheist. One example I can think of off the top of my head is her saying God never did anything for her, or some bullshit. I'm not even that religious, and this just pisses me off. Why? I don't care. At all. I don't need to hear her self-righteous declarations of her not believing in God with every single message. It's just obnoxious.

So finally I decided to send her a message.

Here is our conversation. Exact words, exact bad grammar.

From: Paste

To: 80 billion people, and me.

Subject: FW: something that involves God.

HA! I DON'T NEED THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -is not catholic/christian-

From: Strawberry

To: Paste

Two things.

Catholics or Christians aren't the only ones who believe in God. In fact, all religions believe in some form of binding power or some unifying force. You can also believe in a god without identifying with a specific religion.

Also, if you don't agree with the forwarded message or you just wanna declare to the 8 trillion people on your contacts that you don't believe in God, don't forward it.

From: Paste

To: Strawberry

owo I never was implying anything except I don't need it~~

I never said catholics and christians only did.. or did I? x3

even so, I'm a atheist, this is a free country, I have the right to believe in whatever I want and express those beliefs accordingly. SO HA!!!!!!!

From: Strawberry

To: Paste

Well, after saying you didn't believe in God, you said you're not a Catholic or a Christian. By specifying those two groups, you implied that only those two groups believed in God.

I don't care if you're an atheist or not. That's my point. Believe whatever the hell you want, but I really don't wanna hear it every time I get an e-mail from you. Eventually it goes from expressing your religious views to just being obnoxious. Especially since the only reason you could possibly have for forwarding that e-mail with that message was to announce to the world you're an atheist. We get it, okay? I don't care if you keep sending those to other people, but I'm really sick of it. Frankly it's disrespectful to the people who do believe in God. I'm not even that religious and it bothers me.

That's the extent of the conversation so far. I don't know whether she'll stop sending me things or keep trying to justify her announcing her beliefs at every turn.

So, the question: Am I out of line, or is she being obnoxious? Maybe in the next e-mail I'll tell her I didn't mean any disrespect for her beliefs, I just don't wanna hear it. Though that seemed pretty clear...

Linger

by Maggie Stiefvater. I just spent the last three-or-so hours reading it. It was....hmm. It wasn't as good as the first book. It wasn't quite as poignant or poetic. I think because it took too long to get to the point. And, well, there wasn't as much poetry. I feel like I didn't go to know it properly before it turned heartbreaking, while the first book was heartbreaking from the beginning to the end. It was still a really good book, though. Obviously there's gonna be a third one. But...it was good. I dunno. I didn't break down into loud, embarrassing sobs in a public place with this one. Or even in an nonpublic place. It just didn't effect me emotionally.

...I can't wait for the third book.

...30 DAYS TILL MY BIRTHDAY AND 29 TILL MOCKINGBIRD COMES OUT!

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I'm being lazy. Forgive me. But seriously, 31 more posts! Not bad, methinks. Haha, considering the rate I'm going, I'll probably reach 500 around September.

OOOOOH, and my birthday is in exactly a month! I think I have a pretty damn cool birthday. I mean, really. August 25th. It just flows, you know? 8/25--sweet. It's a cool date. It just is. Hmm, I wonder what I'll do for my birthday?

There's actually a high-school orientation on that date, but HOPEFULLY none of my friends are going on that date....*eyes menacingly* Silver will be back by then! Hurrah!

I need to go shopping again.

Haha, technically I just went to the mall with Sharebear yesterday (:D), but alas, I didn't buy anything. She did, though! She's smallish, so she doesn't find many things in her size. To which I say: That sucks. I can find anything in my size. I just don't always like my size. Anyway. Before I go on another self-deprecating rant...

We saw St. Clair! 'Member him? On my bus? Grade above me? Amazing blue eyes? Completely and utterly perverted? 'MEMBER? Yeah, we totally saw him, but alas, he didn't see or acknowledge us. Oh well. It was so weird seeing him, though. He kind of reminds me of Tyler. A bit.

I totally realized almost a year afterwards that the whole thing with Tyler sounded completely fake, like I was just making him up so it would seem like a guy liked me, but it was COMPLETELY REAL. The thing is nobody, especially the guys, knew that. I don't know if they believed me or not, but they probably didn't and added like ten bajillion points to my desperate/creepy meter. Sigh.

So I'm thinking of buying a crapload of clothes online and then returning the ones I don't like so I don't actually have to shop. I still wish someone would help me, though =.= I'm such a fail at shopping. Even online.

Flub.

Anyone know how to lose ten pounds in a month? ANYONE?

Oh, and I started another story but I don't like so I'm going to delete it. Yup that was imporant. I feel like I could write if I wanted to, but I just can't think of anything decent to write.

I'm hungry. Goodbye.

Marco is fluffy.

Fluffy, fluffy marco.

Lists! Hurrah.

Things I Need to Do Today:

1. Feed/water some adorable hamsters.
2. Think of something to write for mix tape.
3. Think of something to do for the REST OF THE SUMMER. OH GOD WHERE DID IT GO??
4. Get either Kim or Sharebear to go to the mall with me on Saturday (or both).
5. Write something in my latest story.

Things I have Done Today:

1. Finished reading Girl With the Pearl Earring. It was okay.
2. Thought about someone I really shouldn't be thinking about.
3. ...nothing.

I can't believe the summer is half over. I still have practically no clothes and I STILL HAVE FREAKING ACNE. You'd think with washing my face every day, it would at least LESSEN. I mean I guess I haven't had any breakouts but SERIOUSLY, IT'S NOT GETTING ANY BETTER EITHER. *sigh* I really need new clothes, too. I have around $200 to spend, seriously! SOMEONE GO TO THE MALL WITH ME!

Oh, and yes, before any of you ask, my caps lock button was definitely just broken in that last paragraph. I'm not just crazy.

I suppose I should stop just lazing around the house all day, but seriously, I hate doing things by myself. There's no one for me to do more, I dunno, exercise-y stuff with! Foop.

Ta-ta. I'm off to do...I dunno, stuff.

Woo. Change.

Yes, I changed my template. It's been some good months, ol' Purpy, and you were a good template, but alas, I've moved on to better things now.

And by 'better', I do not mean better. Obviously, this dark, confined little misery-pot is not as good as ol' Purpy, my old layout. I learned my lesson with dark-backgrounded blogs: they're never as popular. But I felt like changing it. Maybe tomorrow I'll change it to this: http://www.pyzam.com/bloggertemplates/details/vintage-flowers Either way it'll feel confined. I hate those borders. They make everything seem to crowded.
I'm not loving the whole red-white-and-blue thing going on, but I had to add the blue in to make it less...I dunno, miserable. It still seems pretty miserable, doesn't it?

I really wanna die my hair blue. Just to see what it looks like, you know?

So I've pretty much spent the last few days playing MySims. I know. Such a wimpy game. Plus, I'm stuck in the exact same spot I was last time.

For some reason it's really hard to type...

In case you couldn't infer from the first sentence, I've pretty much done nothing for the last week or so. It's hot. Out of my five friends...well...Nat and Lolo are at camp, and I haven't really talked to them at all. I mean, I haven't. They're never on Facebook, and if they are, they don't respond. I haven't bothered texting them because they don't really respond then either. So that sucks. I've hung out with Kim and Sharebear a few times, but honestly I can't think of anything to do with them. And Silver is at a sleepaway camp, where the only method of communication is writing letters (which we have done :D). So, I dunno. My days are spent lounging around the house, basically. I know that's not healthy, but I can't think of anything interesting to do that wouldn't involve another person. It's actually pretty lonely.

Oh, and I know she reads this, but I'm just gonna go ahead and say it: I feel like Kim just doesn't care about anything I say. Awhile back I realized I was talking too much about myself, so I tried to focus more on her in an effort not to sound self-centered (even though I am...hah.) and now it's like she just doesn't want to hear it anymore. And I don't even know what we talk about, because she never tells me anything about herself anyway. Oh yeah, I remember...we don't talk. That, and I get the impression she doesn't really wanna hang out with just me. I mean, fine, whatever. It's not like we hang out much anyway.

So, yeah. I guess the point of this post was to say how fucking lonely I am, and how bored, and how miserable. Might as well tell it to you people, since no one else seems to care.

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I promise that not all of my titles will be numbers forever. Really! And now for a list.

Things of Yesterday

1. 
   
   Hot.
2. 
   
   The mother and I drove around for awhile looking for an acceptable wall to practice tennis on. I like tennis, even though SOMEONE skipped out on me *coughKimcough*
3. 
   
   HOT.
4. 
   
   We finally find one at some random school, and it's HOT, and I'm dying, and Mom is sitting in an air-conditioned vehicle watching me fail.
5. 
   
   SO HOT.
6. 
   
   I manage to hit two of three balls onto the roof with the mother comes out to show me how it's done, or something. Very quickly she hits the THIRD ball over the roof. So we go back to the car to buy more balls, only to find out the car won't start.
7. 
   
   OH GOD KILL ME NOW!
8. 
   
   I make a giant "HI" out of sticks, read about New Jersey (Joisey?), and about an hour after we've finished baking my dad shows up with his van.
9. 
   
   ...tell....my....my wife......it...WASN'T the dog...who ate the apple pie you made for your mother-in-law...it was me...

Things of Today

1. 
   
   hothothoooooooooooooooooooooooooot...in topeka.
2. 
   
   Bored. Hot. I don't actually remember what happened today.
3. 
   
   OH YEAH. I went to staples and bought...7 multi-colored notebooks, 2 packs of mechanical pencils, and 1 pack of multi-colored hi-liters. It's like happiness.
4. 
   
   Played video games. Specifically, MySims and Mario Galaxy 2. Because I know you care.
5. 
   
   I'm moving to Antartica. I'm moving to Antartica. I'm moving to Antartica.
6. 
   
   When I turn 16 I am totally going to work at Barnes and Noble. It's my calling.
7. 
   
   Hot.

Just for clarication: no, I do not have a wife, and no, I'm not moving to Antartica. I'm moving to Vermont.

I also have something that isn't really important but I REALLY WANNA TELL SOMEONE! This would be a great time for Kimber to go on Facebook. Jus' sayin'.

Oh, and Question of the Day: What should I write in my notebooks first? :D

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I'll blog about today (yesterday?) tomorrow (today?), but for now let me say...HOLY FUCK A RHYME. Anyway--OH MY GOD AGAIN. Anyway. Doctor Who is so freaking epic. The season finale is next week but I was blown away by this one...everyone should watch this show...it's so freaking cool.

That is all.

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I like that number. 463.

AND NOW...WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! AN EXCERPT!!!! *squeeee!*

We sit down, and I can't help but notice how comfortable he looks here in my ratty living room.

"I used to live in a place like this." He gives me a pleasant smile. "You look a bit shaken. Are you all right?"

I stare at him. It takes some of the fear away. You and your loved ones will burn...But I can't think about that right now. "My brother...He was enlisted."

"Ah." A flit of emotions fly across his face. A dirty scowl, a concerned frown, and the feeling that I'm not telling him everything. "Queen Tinaila is wasting her time."

"May she live forever," I mutter. He gives me a strange look.

"Oh, I almost forgotten...Veerdalean customs regarding royalty are so ridiculous."

"They are descendants of Aine, though." I don't mean to argue, but...but the descendants of Aine should be treated with utmost respect. Karayan practically rolls his eyes at me.

"Yes, very well. My point is that she's wasting her time building an army to fight off the Ice Queen. The Ice Queen doesn't give a rat's ass about your queen--"

"May she live forever." It seems to annoy him, but he doesn't say anything, so I throw something out. "Haven't you heard the legend, though? The Ice Queen must destroy the Queen of Veerdale, Aine, her sister. Or her descendant..."

"Aislin, I hate to tell you this, but you don't know anything about the legend."

I'm starting to get offended now, but there's still no point in starting an argument. Then he arches his thick eyebrows, as if daring me to refute him.

"We've heard the legends of Aine since we were little, generation after generation--"

"And do you really think the true account of what happened? Do you think that survived generation after generation? You know nothing about Aine, or the Ice Queen."

"And you do?" I'm about to leap out of my seat, I'm so offended, but then a look of impossible misery crosses my visitor's face.

"I know many things, Aislin." His eyes are open, but I know he's seeing something else. "I know the Ice Queen was born of jealousy and murder, and is as cold as ice, but possesses in herself a burning hot spirit, capable of great good more so than great evil. I know she is capable of love--great love--" He swallows thickly, his brilliant green eyes a million miles away. "--And that she loves her sister very, very much. No, it's not her fault." His voice rises, his expression turns angry, but there's still overbearing sadness in his face. "She would never harm a hair on Aine's head, were it not for the blasted angels--"

"There are no such thing as angels."

I know I shouldn't have interrupted, but the words slipped out before I could say them. His words were too shocking for me to think clearly. He gives me an atrocious look, but then a dark laugh, which is somehow more frightening.

"No such thing as angels? That's like saying Fraenir, King of the Underworld, is just a fairytale! Aislin, angels are very real. They are the servants of the gods, but their connection to the mortal world makes them interfere more than their masters. They are the most vain, petty, vengeful little--" He shakes his head to stop himself. Perhaps he knows that if there were such thing as angels, they wouldn't appreciate him insulting them. "Oh, my dear, they are very real, and I can tell you right now that you are not in their favor--not at all."

Karayan: It sounds like a girly name, doesn't it?

I have to make it more manly. Like, just Kayan or something. It is a guy's name, for some reason, and it means "dark" in some random language. 20000-names.com; very helpful site, once you get around all those damn pop-ups. Ah, it's Armenian, and it just seems too girly for this guy. I mean, seriously, his nickname could be 'Kara', which obviously wouldn't work.

Anyway. My story-thingy. It starts off with a legend that I totally just made up:

There are three sisters; Aine, Tien, and Siofra, and they all fall in love with the same man. Tien, the middle-sister and the most beautiful of the three, is greatly loved by the angels, who consequently make it so that the man loves her and her alone. Siofra, the youngest and second-most beautiful, is sure that he loved her before the angels got involved, and in a fit of jealous rage attacks and kills her beloved sister.

The angels, enraged that their favorite is gone, are about to strike Siofra dead when the man begs them to spare her. Because their favorite loved him, they consent, and instead curse the youngest sister to live without a heart for all time.

The angels then try to bring Tien to their heavenly palace, but Fraenir, the King of the Underworld, is enamored with the mortals beauty and drags her to his palace to be his queen. She refuses to speak or even look at him, and when he finally presses her to talk, she declares she would rather wander the Earth forever than be with a man she doesn't love. Furious, he dispels her into the world as a shade, only to immediately regret it. He sends his hounds and horseman after her, but they never find her. Convinced the angels have taken his beloved Tien, he declares war upon their kind, and that since they have already taken two of the sisters, he will take the last sister for his own.

The last and eldest sister, Aine, heartbroken over the loss of her sisters, rebukes her love for the man and all men. To win her over, Fraenir curses the man to wander forever in search of his true love, believing it to be the lost Tien. The angels, who also want the last sister as their own, appoint her as queen of all lands. Recognizing the petty rivalry of the angels and Fraenir, Aine declares that she will belong to neither and only to the people over which she rules. The vengeful King and the vengeful angels, both furious that she rejected them, give her two separate curses--Fraenir, that she will fall in love with a man that she can never have; and the angels that she will too be struck down by her young sister just as Tien was.

So, as you can see, it's very long and confusing. Basically, there's a lot of curses and people wandering the Earth for all time. Very fun.

Anyway. That's just the back story. The real story, 1000 years later involves a girl named Aislin and her brother Aluin. There's also Karayan (Kayan?), who is obviously the man from the story. There's also an Ice Queen *coughSiofracough*, who is pretty much the whitest person ever (and I mean that literally). The Ice Queen, though not inherently evil, must kill her eldest sister, because the angels decreed it so. See, the angels are pretty much working against everyone but Tien here. Oh, and since Aine is [supposedly] dead, the Ice Queen must instead kill the descendants of Aine. Which is where Aislin and Aluin come in. Or maybe not. Either way, Aislin is somehow involved with the story, especially since she's the main character, besides being in love with a guy who sisters killed sisters for. And Aluin, her brother and bestest friend, ends up dead. Somewhere in this is Tien, who is still wandering the Earth as some beautiful apparition (she really was beautiful. angels like beautiful people.) and Fraenir, who is still searching for her and still doesn't like anyone else.

Yes, I know it's convoluted. I haven't really developed it into a real story yet, or figured out what I want to do with the characters, or even what I want to happen. I mean, there are some many points of view I could go from, and I don't like some portions of it because they just seem unoriginal. I mean, considering I based the entire thing off a couple of names I found in an old notebook that I really wanted to use in a story, I don't think it's that bad--it just needs some thought.

That's not even the point, though. I felt such a release when I was writing it. I don't know why, because it's not that worthwhile, but that's what I felt when I was writing it, you know? Yeah. Maybe my writer's block is coming to an end? Yeah. Okay. Blog over. Happy summer, y'all.

OH, AND I GOT A LETTER FROM SILVER FROM CAMP!!! :DDDDDDDDD 

I. Can't. Write. Anything.

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40 more to 500! Woo.

Okay, sorry for all the crappy blogging. I promise this one will be a proper entry. Haha, I really just wanted to use 'proper' in a sentence.

I went to the mall with Sharebear and Kimber today! Wootastic. But first we saw Despicable Me, which was...okay. I mean, it got a few chuckles and a few squeals (of cuteness), but overall, it was more meh than anything else.

Then we crossed a bridge to the mall, which I did NOT freak out on.

Then we pretty much meandered through the mall, stopping at a few stories but not really buying anything, until we hit J.C.Penny's. At some point there was some random alarm and we were outside for about five minutes before decided nothing was happening and going back inside...but anyway. We spent most of the time at J.C.Penny's, where Kim and Sharebear got a crapload of clothes for me to try on. That took awhile, yes. Haha, I now officially own a pair of shorts. Like, actual shorts, not just capris. I like the idea of buying clothes outside my comfort zone; it's all a part of being someone completely different in high school. Or at least on the outside, you know.

At some point I will get a haircut...and go back to school shopping...and spend the rest of my money. Yay. Haha. I still have over 200 to spend, so...I need to go to the mall again. Maybe I'll invite Nat and Lolo. Haven't hung out with them all summer...nope...

Okay, so maybe this wasn't a proper blog entry. Maybe it's still so short =.=

A question for all y'all high school people...

Okay, so, I'm starting high school in two months, and they have failed to supply us with a supply list...so....what do you people suggest? Binders? Notebooks? One of those accordian-thingys?

Sorry for the crappy blogging! I promise I'll have more tomorrow.

Oh, and I've also been tasked with taking care of Vera's family's hamsters till August. They actually wanna pay me 60 bucks for this, and I'm like, nooo....

So, I'm really bored and I have a headache and once again I'm doing nothing but sitting and eating. I swear I gain like ten pounds in summer just because I don't do anything. Obviously, this is unacceptable. I should go for a walk or something in this godforsaken heat. Or stop eating so damn much. I don't really wanna be that girl who never wears shorts ever, but obviously I'm not going to wear shorts unless I lose like twenty pounds. Not that I'm fat or anything. But all my, uh, fat goes right to my legs. Seriously. I have the legs of a skudgle (which is a word I just made up).

Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. I took a shower today as well. I know, shocker. Yes, I do take a shower every day, although you couldn't tell less than a day afterwards. Anyway. After I was done my shower, I, in a fit of acne-hating rage, like super-cleaned my face. And now it's all soft :)

Oh, and all my writing sucks for some reason. It depresses me. I think it's this room. It's too confining and head-ache inducing.
I think I'll go get another chocolate ice-cream thingy.
^ Yes, this is my problem.

And this was the color of my hair a year-and-a-half ago.

I want it all, and I want it now.

Almost at 500! Only three more posts, woot! Exciting. Okay, not really. I'll probably forget about it and then make some sort of belated celebration in the next post. But yay. Milestones. Ohhhh, and my blogday's coming up too!

In case you were wondering, 'blogday' is a term I just made up that is a blog's birthday. Yes. As opposed to blogiversary. Haha, you know what's funny? For my first blogday, I was also celebrating the 100th post.

I went to the beach today! Not for very long, but oh well. I love the beach. So. Much. I love the water. I love the sand. I love the horizon. I love the smell. And I didn't get sunburned!
I just love how when I'm actually honest with someone, they get their panties all in a bunch.

So, woo. Goodbye.

Too bad about the tennis...

So, yesterday, as I innocently go upstairs to change into a tank top to play tennis, I behold a ghastly sight--my precious phone, the LG Xenon, in peices on the floor. That's about when I start crying like a little girl.

The back part that can come off? It was off, and about a foot away from the rest of the phone, pretty much destroyed. There were teeth marks in the battery (though the SIM card was okay--whew.) The front two buttons were completely caved into the phone, and when I tried to turn it on the screen presented me with a lovely multi-colored crack of death. That's when I started sobbing like a little girl.

Yup, the dog ate my phone. Damn dog. I don't even know how he got a hold of it; my guess is that it slipped out of my pocket when I was on the couch and he picked it up and carried it off to do his dirty work. In case you were wondering, the LG Xenon is pretty much the best phone ever, and no, they don't sell it anymore. And there's a year till I'm technically eligible for a new phone. So my dad devised a plan: get a new phone with his plan, but he'd keep the one he has and I'd get the new one. Yes, I feel bad about this, so don't think I'm so horrible person who demands others to give up their shiny peices of plastic. I think his thinking was that he could use Mom's two-year thingy (that ends in a month) to get himself a new phone, since she's perfectly fine with her phone.

Oh, and Mom? She actually had the audacity to blame me for this, as if I slathered the phone in meat sauce and left it in the dog's bowl. Because I was careless and should've had it in a case. Or something. Going on that thread it could be said that it was my parent's fault for not forcing me to have a case, or that it was her fault for not training the dog even though she's the one who wanted him in the first place. I would love to see if she would still say "Oh, puppy's chew!" if the dog ripped up her precious phone. And now their solution to the problem is to have Jake with us 24/7. As in, when we do feel like having him around, attach a leash and ignore him, and when we don't (and at night), stick him in a cage that's barely big enough for him to stand up in. What does this mean? Well, since Dad's at work all day and Mom's asleep all day, it means that if I don't want to feel like a terrible person I have to carry the dog around with me all day. Woot.

Okay. Well. There is a silver lining. I got a new phone: the Samsung Impression. It's the first phone I've ever gotten without any reviews first, but I do quite like it. Behold:

It's a bit larger and heavier than the Xenon, and obviously not as pretty a color, and has some different features and doesn't have conversation-chat (meaning on the Xenon, all the chat messages with one person would show up under their name in a conversation-format, and with this one all messages are grouped together). But still. It's pretty cool, I think. Plus it's way easier to type on than the Xenon, which was always a plus. Now I wish I had someone to text...

It's too bad we never got to go play tennis.

I just have this to say...when I'm either super-duper rich or I stumble across some genie-lamp thingy and get three wishes, I am going to make sure those peeps down at Nickoledeon bring back Avatar: The Last Airbender for a million billion more years.

Aang is excited about this.