Hey. I haven't really been on at all because on June 20th I, as you probably knew, went on vacation with my friend, Marianne, her other friend, Allee (real name's Allianna, AL-EE-ONA, how cool is that?), and Marianne's family. She's the oldest friend I have that I actually still talk to on a regular basis, and I've known her since I was about eight. See, my dad has a job as a Christian Protestant missionary, which is basically a traveling pastor, or something. My mom's dad was a missionary and so were her grandparents, and my dad's parents (and grandparents) were more on the "not so God-worshiping side". Anyway, we lived in Saudi Arabia for a while, and then mostly moved to a different town in Massachusetts every year or so. The longest I lived somewhere was three years, and that was in Saudi, and then the second longest was 1 1/2 years in a house in a small town we lived in for a while. Next to that is one year in a town over from there. So I haven't been in one school longer than 2 years, and that was where I met Marianne. She went to my church and her cousin always babysat us, so we met her through that as well. She's awesome, though her personality kind of switches around because sometimes I think she gets sick of people, since she sort of went off and chilled with her younger cousins for a while, and she does that whenever I sleep over her house. Don't really know why, though Allee says she does that at their Singing school too. I like her though :P
When we went on vacation I did use the oxygen tank at night, and was perfectly normal with it which seemed to make Allee and Marianne and everyone else who saw it feel pretty comfortable, I think. During the day we basically just relaxed and played guiatar hero (WHICH I'M AMAZING AT!) and stuff. It was lots of fun!
When I got home, which I was happy to do because I was tirrrrrrreeeeeddd, I felt amazing. Then my cousins came for a week about a week after I got home, and by the day they left I was feeling really crappy and out of breath and tired. The day after they left I was literally unable to go out of my room and was using my oxygen tank 24/7. So two days ago (three days after I started feeling baaadd) we went to see my pulmonologist (being pushed in a wheelchair since I lost breath when I walked and also using oxygen from a portable tank I brought). I did some breathing tests and it turns out I'm no longer using 29% of my lung capacity...I'm using 19%.
The doctor said it wasn't because of my trip, in fact she said she was glad I went, but rather that probably my lungs are just getting a little worse. If you don't know how French doctors differ from American ones, let me tell you one reason I know of: French doctors don't hide stuff from the children (unless the parents don't want them too), they just give you facts. American ones, though, play it up and sugar coat it, even when talking to the parents. There are some that listen to your insistence on wanting to know, but most just say "we're not totally sure" and change the subject. It's good sometimes, when you're sick of facts, but I just want to know. You know? So my pulmonologist basically said "maybe you're holding in too much carbon dioxide". And when I asked what was going to happen if it didn't get better it was kind of "mumblemumblemumble you're doing alright mumblemumblemumble...So about that (insert new subject here)..." QUITE the aggravation.
Ah well, I'm doing okay. I'm on oxygen all the time now, though luckily I have some portable ones that last 2ish hours each, which I carry downstairs when I'm not in my room sleeping, watching TV or on my (sister's) lap top. I think I'm dealing. I realized that I like to never think about what's going on and, not really pretend it's not happening, but when people ask about it I just say what's going on without getting all emotional like. I dunno.
If you have, hypothetically or literally speaking, an illness that messes with your life, from migraines to cancer, how would you deal with it? . . . . . .

Um. Hi! How is everyone liking a little something we like to call SUMMER!?! It's exciting, officially being out of school and officially being able to chill at the beach for a while, eh? Well, actually, the middle school here isn't out until this Wednesday, hahahahhahahah!! That's funny to me.
Oh! I saw some new movies: Narnia, which I actually saw about 2 weeks ago and forgot to inform you of, was great and didn't really follow the book much, but still was funny, interesting, and much better than the first. Definitely go see it unless you think the religious hinters are dumb (which if you do I must say I think you're dumb. But people are people, not matter how dumb). I also saw What Happens In Vegas, and the was very, very, very hilarious. The little minute long thing at the end made me spit coke out my mouth, haha. It was good, not too cheesy, like I thought it was going to be. And I'm so excited for next summer - Ice Age 3 comes out then!! Yay!
Okay, I just got back from the pulmonary doctor, (pulmonary is your lung area, FYI) Dr. Boyer from Children's Hospital Boston, and she said that I have an okay to go on a vacation with my friend and her family this coming week! The thing is, when I walk around I'm going to have to have those oxygen nose tubes in my nose, and a backpack with an oxygen tank on my back. The reason for that is because my oxygen levels drop down really low when I walk around, and without enough oxygen I lose my breath, cough a lot, lose brain cells, ya da ya da ya da. Going on this vacation would, I know, be an awesome time and it would be totally fun. And my friend knows I have cancer, has seen me use my G-Tube and is basically part of my family, but you know, it's...embarrassing walking around with a tube in your nose!

A picture of the oxygen tube.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to go, but I think I'm going to just suffer through the losing of breath, brain cells and more coughing. Though what would you think if you hung out for a week with someone who had to stick a tube up their nose every time they walked somewhere? Opinions, even harsh ones, would be nice.

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Oh. My. Hsksdcja. Gosh.
It is so hot here. Not kidding. The temperature went up to 100 degrees and since it was a bit humid as well, the air quality was really bad which made it pretty hard for me to breathe. I sleep in the attic of our house ( well, it's not the attic, but it's the top top floor ) and it was the hottest room in the house, and also the hardest to get oxygen in. If you know oxygen numbers, then you'll know that most healthy teen/adults have an oxygen rate of 97+ and heart rate of 70-90 when just sitting around, but mine is always a lot lower. Well, it was even a lot LOWER LOWER last night. It was barely staying at 90 for my oxygen, which the doctors say is as low as it should go for me, and my heart rate was up in the 150s. I moved down to the TV room which is on the second floor of our house since I was just dying. Birds were noisy, but other than that I slept pretty well.

So, yeah, the layout's from Magical-Disney, and I happen to be in love with like, all their layouts. Since I've not been in the mood for making graphics in the past 6 months ( and also because my Photoshop trial went byebye D: ) I just decided to use one of their's. I was quite sick of the Tarzan one. What do you think about this one? Oh, and I also added a handful of Disney sites that I think are extraordinary, as well as took away the buttons I was using for the TCG page links. They were too bulky..
The weather's getting to be around 70 degrees now! Yeah, wow, I guess it's just slowly been dipping down. We've all actually stopped sweating for a second, lol, ew. It's going to shoot back up tomorrow, probably though. But that's alright. In the occasion of this lovely heat wave we're having in Massachusetts, here's a "hot" video for you. Hha...

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You know all those pills that are made to keep you happy? The Happy Pills that psychiatrists recommend to you? Yeah, well those may work, but I'm against them unless a trusting doctor, someone who's not just looking for money, tells you that it'd help you out. I actually have a bunch of opinions and get all red in the face when I talk about them, but for now I'll just chillax and show you a clipping of a British article posted on the internet in April.

"Death and taxes used to be the only certainties in life. For British women, we can now add another one: depression. Statistics may show that one in four women becomes depressed at some time, but a magazine survey this week claims that more than half of British women have taken antidepressants.
Unofficially at least, depression is an expected life experience for women, slipped in somewhere between having children, looking after elderly parents and either divorce or retirement. Is life now so difficult for women that it's normal to be depressed? (...continued)"

Sound familiar? I bet you've read an article like this before. Or seen one, a least, maybe... Most articles about antidepressants seem to be about older teens or younger women to middle aged. However, I have a thirteen year old friend who tried to kill herself with some Happy Pills and a bunch of alcohol a couple months ago. Do some people really just want to give up at such an early age? I get so depressed sometimes it's not even funny (like it ever would be), but I don't think I'd ever be so cowardly as to just flat out give up. I mean, the world sucks, and it's never going to get better, but if you stay and try to stick it out, chances are you'll at some point give thanks that you didn't commit suicide. I don't know how to explain in typing what I'm saying since you can't hear all the emphasis's in my voice, or the expressions on my face, but I'm really afraid that people are taking it into their mind that life's a bitch, and that people even younger than ever are starting to just give up. Hmm.

On a happier note, I was saying how Happy Pills are lame-face, and that I sat with my little brother and watched Toy Story a couple days ago when I was feeling physically and emotionally tired and kind of REALLY depressed. After the movie, my heart was going at a more normal beat and I was feeling much happier. Joe (my little brother) kept laughing at the part with those little alien guys from the claw machine (like in my icon!) and repeating their little "ooooh" phrase, and it made me laugh, which made me realize that hunny, laughter is totally the best medicine. Yeahhuh. So if you're feeling down in the gutters, or even down in the sewers, just rent a funny movie (that's not too tragic) like Toy Story, or 50 First Dates, and eat a small bar of dark chocolate, because of the emotion-thingies in it, and just sit down and relax. Of course, if you're on the run, it's probably best to eat the bar of chocolate as you're running around, unless you're lactose intolerant or something. Then I don't know what you should do. Hahahahha. I'm a great advice giver

Hey, I found these hilarious Potter Puppet Pal videos from a chat about them on a forum on the Neopet's Boards (go figure). My favorite is the one called "Bothering Snape", which is an animated one, and "The Mysterious Ticking Noise", which is with the actual puppets. If you'd like to see the original site, go to Potter Puppet Pals Dot Com and you can click on all the videos to view them, go to the PPPPlayground, where, if you have Java, you can play a game or so. Or you can even buy some t-shirts! I'm thinking of buying the one with the Ron puppet saying "Bother!", because that's what he says I wish they had one that had the naked Dumbledore guy saying "Naked Time!" because that would be hilarious to me. Hahahaah. I'm off to go feed my cats, clean their litter and then perhaps read some new books called "The Kids from The Lamp" or something like that. They look kind of boring, though. Righto, here's "Bothering Snape", totally hilarious to me, though it is a different kind of comedy that some people just find plain annoying. Hope you enjoy it!

May 22, 2008

Do you love my icon? I do! Oh my poop do you know what else I love? The Hush Sound's new CD!! Yeah, my mom bought it for me a couple days ago and I have already fallen in love with all the songs. Not even kidding. They're amazing. I think I'm going to their concert in Boston on July 9 and am so excited it's not even funny.
Today my visiting nurse came and I weighed and I've gained a pound, which is great! Also, the place where my g-tube is is looking loads better. I got off my antibiotics on Sunday, and I've felt less nauseous since then. Hoorah for that. I'm off to look for some Mickey images to donate to a new TCG I joined, Memorable. It's a cool TCG, and if you're into Disney and TCGs you should join. It's currently in prejoin mode.
Do you remember Felix and his little girlfriend in their cartoon? Well Felix always creeped me out, and the following video I found on You Tube was, I remember, my least favorite cartoon. The castor oil and the spoon gave me a nightmare. But either way, you may want to share my scaredy-ness.

Anyway, I'll be on sometime in the following week to update, unless you don't care about my amazing You Tube posts and my funny little antidotes (coughcough). Since that Felix video was scary, I'll leave you on a good note - this cute Rocky & Bullwinkle video is wicked nice.

May 17, 2008

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Just for the record, The Hush Sound is my favorite band. So, you know, if you want to like, order me their new CD online and then give me the link so I can enter my shipping info, I wouldn't be too mad Oh, do you like my new little Sprites? I got them from the Exposure Forums! Yay. Okay, I just wanted to write down that I've been feeling pretty...okay. Yeah. Yesterday I took a shower, and it was the first time since I got the incision that I had one. EW right? But I couldn't get it wet and they didn't want me putting plastic over it so it won't get wet because that'd "mess it up", as they said. Gross much?! Anyway, it was hard to stand for 30 minutes, haha I ended up having to sit on the side for half the time. But I feel clean and that's an amazing feeling. So surreal.
I think me and Kailie may be going to get some coffee tomorrow, which is thumbs up, man! But other than that I have no news. Man, this is a boring blog, eh? Yeah-eh.
Omigosh, I just watched E.T and I had forgotten how tear jerking it is! I'm a sucker for kids movies, or adult movies, or any movies. Erm. Yeah, so I cried for a total of about 15 minutes. Not like boo-hoo crying, but like sniff-sniff crying. It's a sad movie, man! I watched Pretty Woman last night, too, which surprisingly I had never seen! I was good. Very Cinderella like. Not a movie I love, but I did love parts of it, and I love Julia Roberts and Robert Gere (that's his name, right?), so it all worked out for the best.
I know you don't care, but I am now 72.2 POUNDS!!!!!! I've never been over 71.9 lbs! I'm so absolutely stoked about it. It's good news that I'm gaining weight, just so you know, lol !
Okay, well I'm going to watch Fairly Odd Parents and then some SpongeBob. A nickelodeon geek, you say? Where?

May 10, 2008

Hey guys. Do you like the new blog set-up thing I made? I think it's cool. So. Would you like to hear me talk about something that happened to me? Okay. Well you know I got back from the hospital on May 6, right? The day after that, a visiting nurse came to our house and checked out the site to make sure everything was good. It was killing me - killing me. Even more than the day before, which I thought was weird. I had this bump and it oozed a teensy bit of pus, which, let me tell you, nastied me out. The visiting nurse said it was fine, it was probably because I was moving a lot (not the most sure thing to say). My grandma- who's a nurse- was really worried about it, my mom too, so they called and made an appointment for the next morning. I went in, and the nurse we went in to have my site checked out was like, "Let me look at your - hohmyg - go get the doctor!" because it was as swollen as having a baseball stuck inside you. So I had to stay overnight for two freaking nights and I had to have strong antibiotics. Actually it was really funny - one night my sister came to visit, and it was the first night they started me on the antibiotics. So the nurse stuck the medicine in my IV and said the medicine could make my skin really red and/or give me a rash. 10 minutes into the thing and I was scratching aaalllllll over. My scalp especially killed me, and my hands, too. So she came in and gave me some benedril and then I was all set - the itchy went away :) The next times of doing the antibiotics and they did benedril FIRST, thank God. So that was hilarious.
They think that the lump and ouchy spot was just an infection, and I'm still on an antibiotic called like bactrem or something. Other than that spot, which is really feeling a load better, I'm feeling really great. Mentally and physcially, which is nice.
Other than my grandparents leaving and the infection, I don't have any news. My social life is kablamsplatboinkadios right now, but it'll eventually be back up and running ;D I'm going to be going to school part time next year, too, so I'll have some more friends. Right now I have about 3. hahhahaha. But I have my cats, who I talk to and treat like human beings, even the deaf one, and you know what? They listen. For real! C:
My one cat, Peppermint, is black with a white patch on his stomach and green eyes. Peppermint looks at me when I'm talking and looks pissed when I say something angry, and almost smiles when I'm happy. It's so cool. The other cat, Bumblebee, is completely white with bright blue eyes - he's deaf, but he comes up to me sometimes and licks my face all over - it's cute. My dog Tippy is crazy because he's a black lab who's 1.5 years and is always hyper and disobedient. But he's nice and gets excited to see me - sometimes he comes up to me when I'm sitting and sets his head on my legs and looks up at me. Cutesky. So I'm going to go. Comment if you have something to say!

May 6, 2008

I'm back from the hospital. You know, from getting the tube in my stomach. It's a really funny story, actually.. I went to go get my IV and a strong drug to keep me really calm when I went into surgery, and so they put the IV in and then shot the drugs in. The doctor said that I would feel very tired, and so my parents (who were with me) and I thought I'd just fall asleep. But my mom and dad -- since I don't remember this -- say that I started laughing a lot and then kind of fell over and started coughing, but still laughing. Then I said, "Dad, am I high?" and he was like, "You're just feeling a little happy now". So then I guess they wheeled me into surgery and I don't remember anything until we got to the ICU and I was feeling quite tired, sore and kind of sick. Then the next day I went from the ICU to my own room on the 9th floor and I got a wicked bad fever. It turned out that I'm a carrier of MRSA and am at a high risk of getting it. But my fever's gone, I can walk, sit, stand, and eat alright, and I've already gained 1.2 lbs! So soon I'll be even bigger! Which is good! Yay. I'm excited to be home, though my cats don't recognize me since I smell like hospital, which is kind of sad. Anyway, my arms are a bit tired right now, so I'll be on later, how about? Any of you had surgery before?
My grandma and grandpa are coming tomorrow! They're my dad's parents, and they're hilarious. I'm excited to see them. My grandma's a nurse and I think my grandpa's a...carpenter? Well, anyway, they're both retired now. But they were those things. :)
Oh, and Kailie e-mailed me asking if I want to just chill and talk with her, which is kind of uplifting since I'd thought our friendship was basically sinking. It's swimming, instead.

May 1, 2008

Ready to see a part of the angry/sad color of Crayon? Okay. Maybe you already know that I have thyroid cancer? Yeah, it metastasized to my lungs, and I was diagnosed when I was eleven, though I had already, for the past year, coughed quite a lot and started getting migraines. They took a pretty large tumor out of my neck in the winter of 2006 - before doing that, they thought that I had TB or pneumonia because I had a TON of fluids in my lungs, which were drained by a shunt. Long story short, I lost a bunch of weight because, according to the experts, it takes a lot of work to eat food because it takes a lot of breath and quickness. I've been trying to over to 69 pounds (I'm 5'1") for the past 2 years, but to do that I have to eat 4000-5000 calories a day because the cancer in my lungs eats the only calories that I do. It's really hard to eat 4-5000 calories! So I have to get a g-tube tomorrow, which goes into my stomach and will put some calories into my stomach while I sleep.
Okay, now that I got that covered (very confusingly), I'd like to just say that I am FREAKING OUT. I'm the kind of person that keeps all their feelings inside and only tells them to my two 11-month cats, one of which is deaf (it's amazing how well animals listen to you, even if they can't hear!), so my family just thinks that I'm handling it alright, which is soo not true. My doctor, who's a really great doctor, said that she sees a ton of patients every day, and she knows if they talk about their feelings or, in her words, "Stays quiet to keep the family from breaking down". She also said I was very brave. Brave? Oh please, brave isn't even a work. Braveness is overcoming your fear, and let me tell you that I'm so scared of goats - never overcame that! I have a paranoia of cancer, and uhm, never overcame that. What's really annoying is that after two years of praying and subconciously "knowing" that I was going to get better, I'm just starting to realize that the 29% of my lung capacity I use may be the only percent I use for the rest of my life. I may never go back up to 100%, or something.
Our family also lived in France for two years, because my parents wanted to start an English church there. We came back to America to get some more support in the summer, but the doctors told me that I shouldn't move again. Now, obviously it's kind of stupid to be thinking that I'm the reason my mom tears up at the sound of Provence, but I've kind of been thinking that lately. I tell myself that that's preposterous to be blaming myself, but it's really hard to convince it. That's another thing I hate having on my mind.
Oh, and just for the record, before I ever got sick I was this happy, bubbly, healthy, energetic thing who laughed more than I talked, and I hung out with my at-the-time 14 year old sister and her friends. Then I was diagnosed with cancer the day before Thanksgiving 2006, and I kind of shushed up. Still smiled all the time and the nurses loved me because I was so happy. My sister (this is Kailie) and I used to be basically best friends. Then during this time in the hospital, she hung out with her friends and tried very hard to get a social life with her British friends who were living in France - which was great. I didn't want my sister's world to stop just because I was sick and had that creepy oxygen thing in my nose, but she didn't even visit me that much. So we fell apart a little. Still friends, but no longer best, and I don't think we will be again any time soon. My oldest sister Lalei was going to boarding school at an English school while we were in France, and my mom, Lalei and I had gone to visit her a week before I was in the hospital. She saw how sick I looked and was worried. Then when I was in the hospital she got off Winter vaca early to come and see me. I think by that time I was home again, dang I can't remember..Anyway, she just used to be my big sister, but now she's more of a great friend who watched Grey's Anatomy with me every Thursday at 9:00. :)
Okay, I think for now I am done, done, done talking about my feelings and the past. It's making me feel sad and scared all over again to remember those months...So I am now HAPPY Crayon - pink or yellow or blue Crayon! Whatever color you think is happy. ;) I'm psyched to watch Grey's tonight! Lalei says that she saw a commercial for it, and supposedly ADDISON WAS HUGGING MEREDITH and saying 'I'm happy to be back!' or something like that. Oh goooodness I hope she comes back - she was my absolute favorite, from the time she came and said to Meredith, "And you must be the woman that's screwing my husband?". What a line. What a LINE. And Izzie and O'Malley are just friends now, which takes a load off of all of us. I hope Izzie and Karev get together! That would be an OMG moment. But Karev kind of already has Ava and Lexi. Hmm. We shall find out in time, shall not we?

April 19, 2008

I FIGURED OUT THE COMMENT THING!!! Sadly, and quite embarrassingly, I will probably not, and never, have comments. If I do, however, you will be able to see what people say about me. Too cool ;D
Today was my sister Lalei's birthday, and so we woke up at 11 - which, just so we're clear, is early for me..I need lotsa sleep ;) - and went to breakfast with my dad, Kailie, and my two younger brosifs, Jim and Joe (hahahahha - love their made up names!). My mom didn't go because she's in Cali with her younger sister for her sister's birthday! They're going to Hawaii, I think. So I had some buttermilk pancakes and some chocolate milk since their stinky hot chocolate machine wasn't working, and have you EVER HAD DINER COFFEE?! It's like someone spilled a teaspoon of coffee into a pot of hot water and served it to you. Too nasty. So anyway, Lalei's 19 and that's cool! She and Kailie went out to partay, but I didn't feel like going. Booh the boring partying college and highschoolers do. 8th grade is totally where you wanna be (*cough*8th grader talking*cough*). So I'm in an okay mood...I watched a like, all day marathon of America's Next Top Model. Well, I watched a half hour of it and the other 7 hours were to be seen by others... I didn't want to watch TV.. OH! Except for me and Lalei watched Grey's, and we finished the episodes of the fourth season we hadn't seen in time to watch the neeeew episodes coming out! Thanks goodness for the internet, and ABC posting the vids. Yay!
So. Hope all your days are merry and bright, and may all your SUMMER DAYS be bright. er. Aren't you psyched about the weather?! I am. I live in New England and it's sooo nice here. I mean, I'm sure Cali or Florida's more in the 90s, or something boring like that, but it's like, 65ish, here, and it's very nice. A little wind to blow off all the icky-too-hotness, as well, so that's good. Gotta go. Talk some more some other time!

April 16, 2008

So I've been forgetting that I have a blog.. I'm not too comftorable with it, to be honest. I feel like someone I know is going to find it, read all my personal thoughts, and then confront me about something I said. Or worse, just pretend they don't know. Yikeskies. But I'll live, and I wouldn't want to lie, so I won't. I'll just keep names out of this. I'll just blab!
On May 1, this year, I'm going to go to the hospital at 7 in the morning with my mommy, and we're going to do pre-op with the anes...anthe...anestesit...OMFG the person who numbs people so they can't feel stuff when they're in surgery. Phew. And the reason for this is because I'm 30 pounds underweight. I'm not anorexic, not bulemic, and to be honest, I eat more than most people, but I have thyroid cancer and I lost a lot of weight because of it. So I'm 70 pounds when I should be 105+, and I've been eating soo much because I can't fight off the cancer in my lungs, and I'm weak a lot of the time because of it. I'm getting a tube, A TUBE!, in my stomach, and it'll be there for 6 months. I go to bed, and I stick a drippy thing that drips calories - loads of calories - into my stomach through the tube I have. I'm so frackin pissed that I have to get this tube during the summer, but if I don't I have to eat every second of the day. So it'll take a load off my shoulders, but I'll be walking around with a *not very noticable but still annoying* tube in my stomach. It only sticks out like, a tiny bit though, for those of you who are seeing this ginormous thing sticking out of me. I'll post a picture of it when I get it. Anyway, since I forget what I was saying... oh yeah, I'm going for pre-op on May 1, and then on May 2, I'm going in for a 15 minute surgery where they stick a camera down my throat, find the right place, and then shine a light through my stomach to the outside, where someone else pokes a hole in my stomach and sticks a tube through it. The person on the inside, with the camera, sticks a thing inSIDE my stomach so that the outside piece doesn't just slide back out. Very confusing, but they had these cute little baby dolls with their backs cut out when they were showing me how the procedure was done.
Confusing? Don't worry, I make no sense. Just thought I'd say this here, because talking about it to someone just makes it harder for me. I tend to keep things bottled up inside me, which leaves me with a constant knot and an annoyance for people that can't read my mind and be the correct feeling to me when I'm sad, happy, mad, etc... So yeah. Writing it down here, where noone can bother me and make me feel worse really, I mean, you can, but like not... Um.. It's nice.
Kay bye. I'm going to a concert my sister, Kailie, and her choir are doing. So Bye!!!!

April 11, 2008

Hey man/men/woman/women. What's new?
I'm trying to figure out if there's a way to do those awesome comment things without having PHP pages. It's very aggravating because everytime I get close to finding one, you have to BUY it. BUY it! If I wanted to buy something I would buy a site itself, and then I could have PHP pages and no annoying Freewebs stickers in the corner, taunting me... D:<
So anyway. My name's Crayon, I'm 14 and I live in America, EA (for Earth). Yesterday was the first really warm day in a long, long time. It got to 75 Fahrenheit, and I was back to wishing it would be cold again. Today, it went back down to about 55 F, and I was wishing it would get warm again. It's a balancing act - a big scale. You jump on one end, and the other side goes up really high. Wow, that was a good metaphor! I'm normally terrible at metaphors, but that, my friend, was a good one.
Today was fine, by the way. My sibling (Kailie, pronounced Kay-lee. Her real name is Katrina - how she got Kailie out of that is a long story!) had some, erm, friends over, and that was crazy. They're actually here right now. Yikes. Ooh, but I did get Chinese, which was DELICIOUS! But I was watching Greys, 'which I used to think was like CSI (creepy and quite dark) but I'm on the second season and the fourth at the same time. I started watching Grey's on the 3rd season, which was where my other sister, Lalei (pronouned Lah-lay), was at when I got interested. So I'm watching the 4th season online and the 2nd season on my DVD player (not at the same time second for second, just day for day). Anyway, Denny died! I knew he did, but I cried nonetheless. He was so sweet and so hott, it's a shame that Izzie lost him. Booh :(

A friend I know (who's 23) is starting an online Newspaper sort of thing...It'll come out soon, and there'll be an advice column, a health column, a random column, and a colum, which is like a blog, by ME!!!!!!! HOORAH!!!! Please email me (wishuponastar1994@neomail.com) if you have anything to say or are interested in doing the newspaper, too. All help is appreciated.