I got this from Cyberpals blog who got it from Shespecies's blog who got it from Shovelgames blog.

(X) - you’ve done
(_) - you haven’t done
(/) - kinda
(#) - you need not know

Warning: Taken with a pinch of salt!!


(_) been drunk (don't like the taste of  it)
(X) kissed a member of the opposite sex (MMMmmm *sigh*)
(/) kissed a member of the same sex (does on the cheek count?!)
(X) crashed a friend’s car (My sisters boss's truck. Fell off a cliff)
(_) been to Japan
(X) ridden in a taxi
(X) been in love
(X) been dumped (Regrettably so)

(X) shoplifted (When I was a kid my mom said that I stole the part of a sweatshirt that goes on the sleave from the fabric store. She still has it.)

(_) been fired (quit before they had a chance)
(X) been in a fist fight
(_) snuck out of my parent’s house (maybe can't remember)
(_) ever had a crush on someone of the same sex (gross)
(_) ever dated someone of the same sex

(X) had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back
(_) been arrested

(_) made out with a stranger
(_) made a booty call
(_) been a booty call
(/) stole something from my job (Pens)

(_) celebrated new years in time square

(_) gone on a blind date
(X) lied to a friend
(X) a friend lied to me
(X) had a crush on a teacher (a few) 

(_) celebrated Mardi-gras in new Orleans (I wish)
(X) been to Europe

(X) skipped school
(_) slept with a co-worker (Had co-worker want to sleep with me)
(X) cut myself (Not on purpose)
(_) been married

(_) gotten divorced
(_) had children (Oh God no!)
(_) seen someone die
(X) been to Africa (Loved it!)
(_) had a crush on one of my tBLOG/Blurty friends
(_) slapped someone I loved
(_) driven over 400 miles to attend a show/festival/fetish ball
(_) been to Canada
(X) been to Mexico (best tacos on the side of the road. mmmmm)
(X) been on a plane
(_) seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show
(_) thrown up in a bar (Cleaned up throw up in a bar)
(_) purposely set a part of myself on fire
(X) eaten sushi
(X) been snowboarding (If staying on for only 5 secs counts!)
(_) met someone in person from the Internet (Yes, and I was pleasantly surprised!)
(X) been moshing at a concerts
(_) had real feelings for someone you knew only online

(_) taken partially nude/nude photos of yourself
(X) been in an abusive relationship
(_) been pregnant or got someone pregnant (Thank God!)
(_) lost a child
(X) graduated college (does an AA count?)
(_) tried killing yourself (Thought about it)
(X) taken painkillers
(_) had sex (Uh...no)
(_) intentionally burned yourself
(X) wished someone dead (My ex's fiance...)
(_) wish someone dead right now

(X) admitted to making a big mistake
(X) been misunderstood (Always am..)
(X) told someone I hated them when I didn’t
(_) told someone I loved them when I didn’t
(X) love someone or miss someone right now

I went to the eye doctor and he told me that I have a pimple in my eye ball! Ok we normally don't call eye pimples - eye pimples but sty's (sp?).

At first I did not know what was the matter with my eye. I thought maybe because my car has a sunroof and the roof is falling apart from rust that rust fell in it and I couldn't get it out or something. My friend from work made me laugh so hard last night because he said, "Maybe you will have to have surgery and you won't have an eye anymore. Then people will ask what happened to your eye and you will say, Oh rust fell in um." Maybe I am just weird but I thought that was so funny.

I have had sty's before but not like this. It started on thursday. The days when I had no sleep. First my eye was really achy and I thought that it was because I was tired. So I just rubbed it. (I know, I know you are never to rub your eyes) Then the next day I had no sleep and I just figured it was cuz I was still tired. Then I slept in the next day and it still hurt. I didn't think too much of it. Then sunday I woke up and it was swollen a little. So my roommate made me put a hot rag on it. Didn't help too much. Then Monday it was swollen twice as much. So I called the eye doctor and made an appointment for today. The best thing about it was that I got to leave work an hour and a half early and it got me into the eye doctor.

Anyways, I loved this eye doctor. I got there and sat down for two minutes and then I filled out the paper and had my check up. I have been over due for my check up for a long time now. I just have been procrastinating. I guess it took a sty to get me in there.

So I fill out the paper work at the doctors office and he calls the insurance people that I am supposed to have provided for me by my job and they say that they have no records of me. WHAT!? I have been working for them now for a year and you are supposed to have benifits after one month! What the heck?

The doc was cool though and he let me get the check up and told me to get my benifits taken care of and call him. Then I would come in and pick out my glasses. The human resorces people are still working on trying to find my benifits and stuff. It is getting really annoying. But that is ok.

I live in an apartment with other people who go to the same school as me. The school is kinda small so they don't have an official dorm. They have bought an apartment building with four two-bedroom apartments. There are supposed to be two people per bedroom. It is not really like dorm life. It is like you have your own apartment with roommates. I think it is fun I guess.

I have lived here for seven months now. We have had a few different roommates and neighbors from around the world. There have been some from Canada, Japan, Venesuala (SP?) and Argentina. It was really fun.

A few months ago a guy moved in down stairs and I told him if he wanted I would cook for him if he bought the food. He didn't like that idea that much. I didn't care. Not a big deal. Well a few weeks ago my friend downstairs got two new roommates. They are both 18 years old. They came over to study at my apartment one day and my roommate and I made some stirfry and invited the boys to eat with us. They loved the food because all that they had been eating was ramen noodles and peanut butter and jelly.

It was really cute one of the boys said that the day before he had boiled some ramen noodles and was eating it and got depressed. Then he thought that maybe he should go back to his parents house. I felt so bad for the kid. Aaawww. 

The next day I made lasagna I invited them again to come over and eat and they loved the food that they asked that if they bought the food if I would cook for them. I said, "You betcha" Just what I always wanted. Now I will be able to save a little bit more money that I would have spent on food and have a little less to worry about.

Yesterday was such a long day. It actually started the day before that. Today is Saturday. Yesterday started on Thursday. Doesn't make sence now but it will after I am done.

Thursday...I didn't have to get up too early because I didn't have class till one o'clock. I got up at about 11 dilly dallied then went to class. The class was super good. I loved it. The teacher is really good.

After class I went to the new church building on the other side of town to help paint and plan for our new youth service in the new buliding. This service will be our first one on a friday night. I got there and some men were laying cement in our room and the carpet was rolled up on one side and the walls were bright green. Like the color on tblog.

So we discussed how to make the place look good and all that kinda stuff. Everyone was told to bring whatever from their houses to decorate. Then I went home it was about almost nine. I took a nap for about an hour before I left for work.

Work was crazy! We unloaded the airplanes and had to wait because they said that the plane was broken in three places. So we had to wait to load them up. Normally we would have been off of work by 3:30am but because it was broken it took longer. I had a 5:30am class but I was willing to stay till I had to go to class. It wasn't too bad because we sent the planes off at about 5am and then I had to leave. Worked out perfect.

Then I went to buy some coffee (Even though I hate coffee) and went to class. Towards the end I was tired and had to stand up at the end of the room so that I wouldn't sleep. After class I saw a friend that had been gone for the summer. She plays music and leads worship. She asked if I could play for chapel that day. I did even though I dropped the class. I guess it didn't matter. So we played for chapel and it turned out really good for not having practiced together all summer.  

After chapel I had a class at 1:30pm. The teacher didn't give us a break till after two hours of class. I kept on falling asleep. Finally he gave us a ten minute break and I layed my head on the table and slpet. He started class again and I sat up and put on my glasses. The teacher looked at me and said. "Don't worry you can still sleep." I shook my head no. I wasn't paying nearly $400 to sleep.

After class let out I went straight for church to set up our room. It looked like hell in there. Garbage and bags and everything everywhere. I thought it was never going to be done. But it did and the place looked so cool. THe kids loved it and then I held practice with the high school worship team. We started and after worship was over I packed up and left even though the sevice wasn't done.

I didn't get home till 9pm and the lady down stairs from me come out of her house when I was walking up the stairs and asked how my day was. I told her then she asked if I could carry the groceries from her car up to her house. I could believe that she asked seeing as how I had not been home for 23 hours and was still wearing the same clothes as the day before. But I did it for her and she fed me which was good and then to make it all worth it she gave me one of my favorite popsicles! Whooo!

I went to my house and took a shower and slept for 2 hours then I had to get up and go to work. *sigh* It was such a long day. I have got to go now. I have to go and clean this ladies house. I think I am late.

Last night while I was at work I was talking with one of the guys. The two of us like to talk about things from the Bible and where we stand on certain issues.

He asked me when I thought the soul was created. Was it created before our bodies were created or was it created the second that the sperm met the egg?

I thought that was a very good question. I don't think that the Bible says when the soul was created. God does say that he knew us when we were in the womb but it doesn't say that He knew us before we were in the womb.

This question brings us to another question. If the soul was created before sperm met the egg then where does God keep all the souls?

I am asking you this question. If our souls were created before our bodies then where are the the souls kept before the bodies are created? Please leave a comment and tell me what you think.

Yesterday I took my car in to get the odometer taken out so that I could fix it. I waited for them to take it out then I had my roommate take me to the guy who fixes the odometer. He told me that it would not be ready till the next day. That really sucked.

So I went to pick up the odometer at the fix it guys place at 8:30am. Then took it to the shop where my car was so that they could put it back in. Then I went to my 9 o'clock class and told the mechanics that I would be back at noon to pick up my car.

After class I had my friend drop me off. I go inside and the mechanic asked if I got his message. I hadn't seeing as I was in class the whole time. He said that the speedometer cable had broken. It was going to cost me $65 to buy the cable abd $100 to replace it. SUCK!!!! They had not even put the odometer back in yet either! I had to wait for 3 hours for them to put it back in. So I took a two and a half hour nap in the waiting room while I waited because I had only slept for four hours the night before.

I was going to go and get a cell phone today after picking up my car. But once the car was done I had to go back to school for another class.

I never had the chance to get the phone because I had to leave for my high school small group that I lead. I also had to pick up one of the kids on the way. I was hoping that I would be able to make it to the town where small group was because gas there is 12 cents cheaper. I thought I would be able to make it.

Not a chance. On the freeway I ran out of gas. So Jose and I got out and walked to the call bax that had an emergancy phone in it. Jose told me that he thought that this was so cool. I thought he was crazy. I had a good attitude about it though.

We walked back to the car and sat on the wall next to the freeway and waited for out friend Dixon to come and bring us a can of gas because a gas station was too far for us to walk.

We waited and waited. I felt like I was going to spend the rest of my life sitting on that wall waiting. Finally Dixon showed up and I started to put the one gallon of gas in my car.

While I was doing this Jose walked up to me and said, "Hey, its Miles." As if Miles was some famous guy. Miles is the guitar player in my band. He had seen me on the side of the road and wondered if I was ok so he turned around to check.

Finally we made it to small group and hour late! But at least we made it. We had small group and after all the kids came out to see my car. One of the guys, Justin, reads my blog so he had read that entry that I made saying that I was in love.

They were looking at it and Justin kept on saying that he was falling in love and thought that my car was the best. I asked him if he was making fun of me and he said no. They got a kick out of the rust holes in the roof and the different color hood and fender. But they all loved it and thought that it screamed my name. I thought that was cute. 

They really loved it. One of the guys even said they were getting hot over my car. I thought that was funny. They all wanted to know if it went fast too. And of course I told them it was.    & nbsp; 

I have been thinking about moving to Seattle WA. My band is thinking about relocating there because it would be easier for us to make it big over there.

I have always been skeptical about small time bands thinking that they could make it big. I have been in some really good bands and they had some really good potential. The problem with the whole idea of "Making it big" is that most of the time the people who make it big have a lot of money that they can use to help them make it big.

My band has no money to make it big. We are all just normal 20/30 something people with regular jobs. Yeah we have a good sound and everyone who comes to our shows think that we sound good. But there are so many bands that sound good. That are so talented that never make it big.

One of the things that made me think twice about this was Randall. He is my drummer and he is the oldest one in our band. He is the one who is the most realistic. He has his head screwed on really tight. He made a comment yesterday saying that he was positive that if we kept on play that he was sure that we would get sponsored. I just stopped and looked at him. He was serious.

I told my band that I thought them going to Seattle was a good idea. But that I would not be able to go with them because I had to stay here and finish school and then go and be a missionary. I told them if they wanted to find another bass player who was committed to going then they were free to. They said that they would wait till the time came.

I don't know why I am thinking about this now because they don't even plan on going for another year and a half. I should just wait and decide then.

Then I was thinking that this could be a temptation for me to draw me away from the mission field. But then I was thinking that I can do missions later but I might not be able to do music and be in a band later. Maybe the band will be where I can get money to pay for my missions. But then we could also not make it. And the would thing would be a waste of my time.

The band asked me to reconsider going. I told them that I was but I would wait to decide when the time came. I told them that if God wanted me to go then I would go but if He didn't then I would have to stay behind. Because if I went and God didn't want me to go with them it would be bad and miserable for all of us.

Alot has happened these past couple of days. But I still don't know what to write.

My band had too shows one at the water park and one at a bar. The one at the bar was an art show. It was really good. It was very hot inside the building but it was ok.

The band played really good. It was really fun.

While there a drunk guy kept wanting to talk to me and he kept on calling me "senorita" which was weird because there are hardly any spanish speaking people here in Hawaii. I talked to him for a couple of minutes but I kinda made myself be busy the rest of the time so I wouldn't have to talk to him. One of the guys that I know started teasing me. He said, "Why are you ignoring your boyfriend? He wants to talk to you."

Then while we were playing he was in the front sitting and he kept on making the shaka sign at me and raiseing his eyebrows and stuff. It was kinda disturbing. I didn't know why he wanted to talk to me. There were way cuter girls there than me with better bodies and everything. I don't get it. Doesn't make any kind of sence to me.

It is strange that one chorus of a song can effect a person so deeply.

I was at work today and I was listening to a CD of church music trying to find some song for us to start working on. I had listened to this group so many times (they have a lot of CD's) and I did not remember any of these songs. This CD was five years old.

I was just sitting here inputting the data into the computer minding my own business and then the chorus of a song comes on. I hadn't even recognized the song at all. It did not seem familiar at all! Anyways the chorus comes on and I knew the chorus! My heart started to run the marathon and so many memories flooded my mind! Good memories. But thinking those good memories caused a butt load of horrible memories to come crashing in. My heart was winning the race it was going so fast.

Just when you think that you are good and over the past, something comes along to stir it all up again! Why do these things happen? Sometimes I wish that I could erase parts of my mind like on the movie Eternal Sunshine.
 

Sometimes I wonder if my life makes a difference in the world. I wonder if what I am doing is worth while.

Today school started. School is in the same building as my day job. Normally I work from 12 noon to 6pm. My class today was from 9-12 so it works out great.

I was walking in the building in a different part than I normally walk because I was comming from class. I was walking into the cafe and I see a girl sitting in the lobby. I stop and she waves. I smile, wave back and walk up to her and give her a hug.

This girl joined my band at one time. She only came to two practices and then she wasn't able to come anymore. The rest of the guys in the band thought that her comming those two times was a waste of time. They thought that she didn't fit with us. Anyways thats not why she didn't stay. She just had other stuff to do.

The first time she came to practice I was studying for my final in some class. She asked what school I went to and I told her and we got into a conversation about me wanting to be a missionary and other things that go along with that.

Well the second time I saw her at practice, a couple months later, she told me that I had inspired her and now she wants to be a missionary too. I was kind of shocked.

This time I saw her she had extentions in her hair. I commented and she told me that she had gone to Africa and got them there. The trip was short notice and she was there for three weeks. She thinks that that is where she wants to be a missionary.

I thought about me being in my band and how maybe God wants me to be in that band. Even if it was just to talk to her. Maybe there are more things going on that I can't see. Maybe there is more to my band than just having fun playing music. But I think that there is a reason for every thing. I just hope that I don't miss out on what I am supposed to be doing.

My mechanic guy, who might/might not be in love with me, sent me to his friends mechanic shop because he is not a real mechanic and can't get me a safety check. In Hawaii you need a safety check to get registration and you need registration to get a safety check. The things that they check are wether or not your horn works, blinkers, windsheild wipers and stuff work. It really does not make sence to me. I guess it is a good way for the state to make some money.

Anyways I go to his friends place and the friends seemed mad that I was there. I was semi confused because the guy told me to come and now his friend is mad that I am there. Ok lets make this easier, the mechanic that might be in love with me his name is Matt, the friend's name is Ricky. OK. Ricky calls Matt and asks him what he, Ricky was supposed to do. Matt told him that I needed a safety check and the Matt was going to take care of it money wise.

Then Ricky asks me if I was Matts wife! *EEEWWWww grOss!* I tell him no and that made me wonder if Matt had a wife and he was hitting on me while married. So I asked if he had a wife and Ricky said he did not know. *wipes sweat from brow* *but is still freaked out*

So the guys about to get the safety check stuff for me and I give him the old pink slip that is not in my name yet and he asks if the odometer works or not. I say no and he askes what the mile on it was. I told him and it was one mile more than the registration slip!

Ricky tells me that what we are doing is illegal. The odometer reading is a really big thing and there are records on this kind of stuff. So I say that it was ok and I will take care of this myself and that I didn't want an illegal sticker.

I am really tired of all this crap! I don't want this guy Matt to like me, I don't want him to pay for my stuff and to get me illegal stickers/tags for my car. I don't want anything to do with him anymore! All this stuff make me wonder if the car itself was hot or not! That would really suck!

This is starting to really suck. I called the dealership about how much a odometer cable would cost. They said if the problem was just a cable then the cable would cost $65US. *heavy sigh*

I think that my mechanic is in love with me. The car that I bought had some minor problems that the previous owner was going to take care of for me. He sent his friend over to fix the small problems.

I was wearing my Thai coca cola shirt and he asked about it and I told him that I got the shirt in Thailand. He asked me why I went there and I told him it was for a mission trip. Then he started to ask me question about my church and other things. He said that he was really interested in coming to church. 

He had to leave to go on an overnight fishing trip.

Being the missionary that I am I called the guy tonight to see if he wanted to go to church tomorrow. I was not going to let this one talk himself out of going.

I called him and we set a time to meet at the church then he asked how I was doing and if everything was ok. I told him everything was fine. Kinda made me nervous his question. Then he told me that he caught a 111 lb fish. He asked if I like tuna and I said yes. I guess he is going to bring me some tomorrow at church.

I am worried. I want the guy to go to church but I don't want him to like me. Oh well. At least there will be a butt load of people there and I have so much stuff to do that I will not be able to hang out with him after the service. *sigh*  

I just got done watching Family Matters. You know, Steve Urkel? Well I guess is was one of the last seasons and Stefan was there. The cool version of him.

Carl the dad wanted to fix his eyesight so he went into the transformation chamber to fix it. It helped Steve become Stefan. Why shouldn't it help Carls eyesight?

So he goes in and comes out a nerd. He did a great impersonation of Steve. I was impressed.

Well, in the end he gets put back to normal and says that it would be nice to have good eyesight but that would not be him. He needs to be himself.

So that makes Stefan think. He had realized that Stefan was artifitial and that he did not love himself. Laura was confused because she loved Stefan or so she thought. She asked him why if she loved him and he loved her then why couldn't they be together and happy. Stefan told her that he did not love himself and because of that it would not work.

That made me wonder. If a person does not love him/herself then is he able to love someone else? If we do not love our selves then are we incapable of loving another person the way that they should be loved?

All I have been eating lately is haupia cake. (coconut cake) I have probably eaten nearly ten big slices of this cake. There is nothing to eat in my apartment except for this huge sheet cake. It is huge and I have no idea where it came from.

This happens to me a lot. Food just randomly appears in my house. Once I came home from somewhere I don't remember where and there was three garbage bags full of good food on my doorstep. I don't know how it got there because there is a door that is locked that you have to get through to even get to my doorstep.

Another time there was two five pound containers of Country Crock margarine in the fridge which is weird because both my roommate and I buy butter. So I ask all my roommates where it came from and they all had no idea. Also in the fridge at this time was some salad and not one of us knew where that came from either.

There was at another time a big can of spaghetti sauce in the cupboard. That does not sound too weird except for the fact that when I make spaghetti I make it from scratch and not from a can. I asked my roommate and she had no idea about it and I asked her if she thought it would be ok if we took it back to the store and got something different. She laughed at me and asked, "Which store?" I did not know so we just made spaghetti from a can. It wasn't too bad.

Now back to my story of having nothing to eat. Well I do have cans of tuna. But one of my roommates thought it would be clever if she could soak the can opener in a bowl full of water. Well after it dried the thing rusted up and now it does not work. Normally I would just walk downstairs to my good friend Antonio's house and use his. Well today I was just too lazy to walk downstairs and I had been eating tuna since I got back from California so I was not really in the mood.

So I look in the cupboard and see a box of Mac and Cheese that I had bought quite awhile ago. Now, I have no idea why I bought the Mac and cheese because you need to use milk to make it and I never buy milk because it is way too expensive. Nearly US$6 a gallon. Ridiculous! So seeing the Mac and cheese box I think to myself maybe there will be milk in the fridge for some strange reason. So I look inside and lo and behold there is a gallon of milk. I don't know why I never saw it before from all the times that I ate the mystery cake. (today included) I assume that my roommate bought the milk but I could be wrong on that too. So I checked the expiration date and it was for the 20th and opened it up and smelled it. Smelled ok. So I made Mac and cheese.

Yay! Something besides mystery cake! Whoo hooo!!!

Well if I never come back to you will know that I have been poisoned from all the food that shows up in my house that I eat because I am too cheap to go and buy my own. So lets hope that no one tries to do that to me. :)

I have to say that I am in love! I am so giddy in love. I cannot wipe the grin off my face.

He is so cute. I love him so much. I have benn in love with him for a really long time. I met him first when I was with my ex. And I fell in love. He has so much character.

I know he has lots of flaws but I know that they can change. I bet you are saying "Oh no Christine! Don't expect the guy to change for you!" Well I know, but this is different. He is a car. A volkswagon golf GTI series! 1988! There are some rust damage on the roof. It is kinda bad but I can get that fixed. I bought it for $750 US. *sigh* *grin* *sigh*

Today I wake up and walk to my kitchen. First I hear a bird chirping. Lately I have been hearing the bird outside so I didn't think much of it at first.

Then I walk into the kitchen and lo and behold there is a bird chirping away and hopping around on my kitchen floor. "What the heck?" came out of my mouth and the bird stopped his happy dance at was telling me he was glad to be there and looked at me, turned around, put his nose up in the air and walked outside.

I guess that is what I get for leaving the kitchen door open all night long. Maybe I should stop being so lazy all the time. I should close the door when I leave. I mean I don't want bird poop all over my house!

Well I guess if you don't live in Hawaii you won't really know what I am talking about but I met Muffi Hanneman. (I am not sure if I spelled that correctly)

I was sitting at my desk at the church inputting the offerings into the computer and in comes Muffi and walks right up to my desk extends a hand and says, "Hi, I'm Muffi Hanneman." Then I shook his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Christine. Nice to meet you." Then he walked off to the other people in the office and introduced himself to them too. I guess he went around the whole building and met everyone.

Well I guess I will explain who this guy is. I don't normally pay attention to politics but I see signs up everywhere so that is how I know his name. I guess he is running for Mayor of whatever.

I asked the other people in the office if these kind of guys do this kind of stuff all the time. They told me that that never happened before. I was kinda surprised.

I don't know what he was trying to accomplish by doing that. I know probably trying to get more votes but still. It was kinda weird.

I just love the movie Napoleon Dynamite! It is one of those stupid movies. I saw it for the second time yesterday. The first time I saw it I didn't laugh so much. But I couldn't stop laughing right from the opening credits the second time.

I appreciated the credits a lot more the second time than the first. The credits are done on different random floors and then there are plates of food placed on the floors that have the peoples names on it and stuff. The first time I saw it I just thought that they were random meals but after watching it the second time I realized that these foods are foods that you see them eating throughout the movie. Very clever I think.

I read a review or something and the guy didn't like the movie. I guess I am just a weird one. (Yes I can admit it.) I love stupid humor. I just laughed right away on the first shot of Napoleon where he is just standing there with his eyes half open and he is not doing anything except having his mouth gaping open.

My friend whose first time seeing it looked at me and said, "Why are you laughing?" I just shrugged my shoulders and laughed.

One of my favorite parts is when Napoleon does his dance routine. He does such a good job. You don't expect him to be a good dancer then he just lets it all out. He was just so cute. I couldn't help but get a small kine crush on the kid.

One thing that I thought was funny was how the clothes were from the 70's. Especially Napoleon's Prom outfit. But the music is from the 80's or something (I love the music). And the world wide web/technology stuff from the 90's. (ok ok I got that stuff from the review that I read but here is some more stuff that I noticed on my own.)

Watching the movie you think that it is set in the 80's but in the opening credits if you notice on his school ID card it has the school year on it, 2004-2005. (ok ok I did not notice this on my own either my sister pointed it out to me but the rest is my own I promise.)

They go to some school in Idaho and their initials are PHS. I don't exactly know what that stands for except something high school but... They have a presidential election and I don't know any Jr high school that does that. Maybe I am wrong. Anyways they have recess. Have you heard of a high school with recess? At recess Napoleon plays tether ball and you see some of the other kids playing jump rope. These seem like Jr. High school stuff too me.

Well if you go see the movie I hope that you like it. I loved it! If you didn't like it feel free to tell me so. It won't hurt my feelings. If you do go and see it or if you have already seen it and noticed some other quirky things let me know about those too.

So what is a fool anyways? How big of a deal is foolishness? I have been thinking about this a lot the past couple days.

The definition of a fool is: One who is deficient in judgment, sense, or understanding. One who acts unwisely on a given occasion. A mentally deficient person; an idiot. To deceive or trick; dupe. To engage in idle or frivolous activity. A person deficient in intellect; one who acts absurdly, or pursues a course contrary to the dictates of wisdom; one without judgment; a simpleton; a dolt.

(I did not include the ones about a jester or someone whose job is in entertainment.)

I know that if I look up the word folly I will find more but I am too tired to look it up at this time.

But what made me think about this was an older lady friend of my pointed this out when I was telling her about some of the problems I was having with some of my friends and how they make me mad about some of the things that they do and say. So she was telling me about foolishness. (normally I don't like to put a whole lot of religious stuff in here but...) She read me this verse in the Bible Proverbs 13:20 which says, "He who walks with wise men will be wise, But the companion of fools will be destroyed."

That made me think...

Well I am in California and I was worried about seeing my ex. But I didn't really need to worry because he was camping with his fiance. So I had no reason do be worried.

I got to see my friend Brooke and see her while she was pregnant. It is so weird to see her pregnant. She is younger and I can't imagine being pregnant let alone married.

Then I went to see my friend Aaron. It is his birthday and he just turned 16. He told me that his brother's girlfriend is really upset when my name is mentioned. I have no idea why she is upset because she stole my boyfriend from me. Not the other way around. No wonder my ex never called me. We were best friends and that is the only reason why I would expect him to call me. Oh well. I feel bad for him. I guess I know who is running his life. I am glad that I am not tied doen. It feels so good to be free.

Well my grandpa died. So that means I will be leaving this island again. This seems so strange to me that I have been leaving so much lately. First to Thailand then five days leave fore Cali.

My granddad was 81 years old and so it wasn't a shock when he died. actually I knew he was going to die while I was in Thailand.

I found out that my ex boyfriend asked his new girlfriend that he dumped me for to marry him. he got her a 3/4 caret diamond ring. I heard that he asked and she told him that she could not marry him unless he had a degree. I feel bad for him.

I just wich that I was not going home because now it is bound that I will have to see him. I am sure that you are thinking why would'nt it be so hard to see him. Well I am really close to his little brother who will be turning 16 while I am in Cali. I will have to go over and see him because he is like a brother to me. Then my ex's aunt (is a year younger than me) is 7 to 8 months pregnant and she is like a sister to me so I will have to go and see her too. Her dad and mom (his grand parent) love me to death. So this trip is turning out to be way harder than I thought it was going to be. I kinda just wish that she would have said yes then I could have been happy for them. now I just don't know what is going on.

Well my last night in Thailand I went to see Anthony aka Anon to get my last bit of Roti. It was raining really hard so when me and my friend walked up to his cart he invited us under the umbrella. While standing there watching him make me roti I realized how short he was. I knew he was short not shorter than my shoulder. But he was. 

Well my friend and I orderd 4 roti but it looked like he was making 6. So we thought that he misunderstood us so I told my friend that I would pay for the extra. When we got to the stand I had told Anon that I was leaving for America the next day. So whe nhe was finished makeing the scrumptous desserts he put all six roti in a bag for us and tried to hand him the money. 

He kept on pushing the money back at us and shook his head. In his broken english he said, "Back to America, Back to America!" Then he put a stack of about 15 flat plain roti already made into the bag and would not let us pay. I kept on saying thank you thank you and told my friend to not be rude and accept the hospitality. He was so sweet.

Later I found out that he had a family and I had a major cold.