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Happy flippin' birthday to Brandon and Alicia!!

You guys are so nice to me and you never make me feel like the odd one out. I'm also guaranteed to laugh whenever you guys are there. I hope you guys had an awesome birthday :)

Sorry Alex

I do still love you, even though I forgot that I promised I would write something for you on your birthday.

So let's go back to Friday night, April 24.

First, you have to understand Alex Lybbert. He just turned 22, and is living proof that just because your getting old doesn't mean you can't still have an awesome inner child. I mean, who else could pull of being a Pirate/Jedi/Ninja/Elder and still be totally awesome!

For a long time, Alex was the only person in my family that would talk to me about boy problems. He was the only one that would say, "Hey, get in the car. We're goin' for a drive, and you get to choose what we listen to."

He's one of the only people that understands what I'm going through right now. It's totally awesome for me to be able to know that I can go through what I've been going through and then still end up as cool as my older brother.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX!!!

and you're welcome for the mushy blog :)

p.s. The thing in Alex's left hand is a ninja star, and the thing in his right hand is a light saber (however you spell that)

My hero

Okay I get it.

You're right, I'm wrong.
You're smart, I'm dumb.
You're big, I'm little.

I guess there really is nothing I can do about it.

Quoth the spider, "nevermore"

I don't know what it is about me, spiders, and holidays but apparently there's some kind of connection.

When I try to take Christmas decorations down from a shelf, the Christmas spider is waiting up there, and when my hand pops into it's view it tries to eat me!

This morning, I was blow drying my hair and on the floor I see the Easter spider! So I ran upstairs, moaning and keeping my hands by my side just in case there are more Easter spiders. My mom jumped to the conclusion that my eye drops hurt my eyes, so she laughed in relief when I only asked her to kill a spider for me.

I don't like holidays anymore.

My Poem

I haven't written a blong in a while and I wrote a poem on how horrible I am when it comes to poetry for my english packet, and I thought it was kind of funny, so here it is for your entertainment.

I'm sitting her with many thoughts running through my mind
but there's not a single brilliants rhyme that I can find.
I always thought that maybe I was some sort of poet,
now with pen to paper, I'm failing and I certainly know it.
My thoughts always seem pretty in my head
but as I'm attempting to write them down, all the pretty words have fled.
When I was young the subject of my writing was never important,
they were only silly poems, and never arrant.
It was simple to find things in harmony with toys,
but now all my thoughts just sound like white noise.
I guess writing poetry is never where I belonged,
and writing this catastrophe would make all good poets feel wronged.
These poets can bring feelings from deep down inside of someone like stone,
but I would only make my audience want to go home.
Never have I made anyone think about all of my entangled words,
and I'm sure that better poetry could be written by nerds.
I hope that reading this doesn't make your eyes cringe,
come to think of it, you should cover them with your hair fringe.
I'm sure that now you've realized that brilliant thoughts, I have none.
Now my stupid poem is surely done.

Sorry

I've been avoiding writing a blog, because I'm sick of complaining. Even though there's not a whole lot that couldn't have gotten any worse this week, there are still those little things that remind me that there will be better things ahead once the storm is gone.

With my brother's farewell on Sunday and taking him to the empty sea (MTC) on Wednesday, I learned how to conquer high heels. Not only did I master those puppies, but my family and a good friend showed me that they're always there for me, even when some of them are hundreds of miles away.

When someone that should be close to me and should help me no matter what my decision is decided to abandon me, other people that I didn't know cared about me as much as they did stepped up and showed me that I don't have to earn love, and that it's freely handed out to me.

When I started feeling horrible and irresponsible for breaking my brother's computer the day after he left, two certain people (that I haven't done anything to deserve such treatment from) looked at the damage, bought a new part for me, and then sent me on a much needed date with their son. And I will pay you back somehow.

There's always little things that people will say that help me know that they care about me, even a little, and it's totally awesome.

Even though I still feel like I'm at the bottom of the hole, I remembered what I have to do to climb out. Thank you for all of you that helped me so much.

Just to prove how awesome Mickey Mouse is

Mickey Mouse gets served