September 10, 2011

Rap up from yesterday

(9:00pm)

I'm sooooo old. Naw, I just make people feel old. Going to see Contagion, Kevin Hart, or Columbiana. I don't know, whichever one's not sold out.

September 10, 2011

(12:08am)

Contagion is one of those scary movies. Not because there's a killer on the loose with a chain-saw or ax, but because it's real. An epidemic can really start from one small thing, maybe a bug, and disseminate to an entire population of people. I was sooo scared. Not crap-my-pants type of scared. There's a part in the movie that was actually similar to real life today. I saw Erika. She was seeing the same movie. I still can't believe she and Gibbert are together. That doesn't seem to match. Kevin Hart was sold out (figures), Contagion was near empty, Columbiana started too late...so it worked out. My dad fell asleep in the movie, he almost started snoring at one time. So, I bet y'all are wondering how my day went after I got done posting yesterday, but it's past midnight, and I've have time to reflect, so I'll just go back to being in school. First off, applied to the easiest scholarship I've ever seen before in my life: Birthday scholarship. There was just one rule: be born. It offers $1,000. I hope I'm awarded it. I got called old by practically everyone I told my birthday to. Felicity Wiggins (who fits her name well) was the first one. I'm adapting quite well and quickly to my Jazz band music. Although I mostly mimic, I still have been able to learn for myself. I made another video of jazz band, but cell phones, not surprisingly, suck at recording loud sounds. After a while, the mic on the phone just made a high pitch ring and couldn't pick up anything else. Saw Arianna after school and got a birthday hug from her and Konica Roache. I went to Doña's room, left my agenda. Ms. Lori says it's because I love coming back, so I always make reasons to. I tried to change my schedule. Too complicated, and took too long to make a move, so I just said forget it. I swear, Arianna's baby brother, Zane, seems to stare at me everytime I see him. I was walking past the upstairs window across from the library, I swear his eyes were following me. I got home and checked facebook. I got a lot of love from family and friends, old and new. I checked my blog, have 3 followers now, sure I'll have more once the induction is over. When my parents got home, I looked up the movies I wanted to see. Got 3, then moved on to posting my blog while my parents picked up the pizza and cake. I wasn't sure I'd have much else to blog about. Plus, I knew that I would get home too late to post anything. Parents got home, we ate pizza (from Dominos. One was meat lovers and the other had chicken). Afterwards, pictures. After that, sat around while my dad took pictures of everyone around the cake. Both my parents can't see, but atleast my mom knows how to opporate a camera. We sat for 10 minutes taking pictures. That's 10 minutes I had to smile. I could barily hold a smile for 1 and a half minutes before my surgery, now it was torture. After all the pictures, time for cake. I have never known one person in my life that didn't give off subtle hints right before they did something. For instance, my siblings were all huddled around me, tightly; I ask Jaelen to give me a bowl, she came back with a paper towel;my brother tried to push me into the cake; none of them would let me get up, they were too tightly packed; Jaelen held the napkin an inch from my face, literally; she asked me to put the cake on the napkin; then she smashed it in my face. I'll get my revenge, starting with Jaelen. She's the closest birthday (December 28). That cake was good. It was a marble cake with chocolate cream in the middle and buttercream frosting. I ate a big piece before going to the movies. That's about where I left off.

(10:30pm)

I'm watching 9/11 In Our Own Words, a documentary about what happened on September 11, 2001. That's frightening. I was only 9 when it happened. Now that I am grown, it scares me. People were missing limbs, jumping out of the buildings, getting crushed by the falling debris, even standing by watching it happen. There were even people trapped on the 80th floor. I don't know how I would have reacted if I were there. I probably would've been white with fear.

(11:16pm)

Okay, so my dad leaves tomorrow afternoon and won't be back until Wedenesday. Business, I think. I'm going to bed since my sisters (exept Jacquynn) hogged the computer for Facebook. They are WAAAAAAYYY more addicted to Facebook than I am. If the internet were to crash right now, they wouldn't be able to survive for 24 hours. Me? Well, even though my parents think I have the discipline of a 2 year old, I am a whole lot more capable of going without. Still can use the word documents on the blackberry to type, there are still some books on the book shelf I haven't read, I have legs to walk outside with, I can figure out a way around things, good or bad. It's, so to say, one of my many fortes.

(11:36pm)

I almost forgot to mention, it's my Uncle Billy's birthday today. He's my dad's younger brother. I also need to contact my grandpa Churchill (my dad's father) to see if I left my black church shoes in Oklahoma and call (FB, mail, or e-mail) my grandma and grandpa Hill (my dad's mom and step-father) to thank them for my card.