Post One-Hundred and Seventy.

"We all carry these things,
Inside that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors.
They drown us out at sea.
I look up to the sky.
There may be nothing there to see.
But if I don't believe in him,
Why would he believe in me?"
- BMTH

I don't know why, but I really wanted to be sure I could remember these lyrics for a later time.

Post One-Hundred and Sixty-Nine.

Answer me this, anyone.

What makes you tick?
What pushes your buttons?

We're all fools to believe in immortality.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.

But, why wallow? You've one life, yes? Then, don't regret. No matter what is thrown at you, take it head on.

From this point on, I don't want to regret. I want to apologize for all the wrong I've done to others. I want to grow. I want to learn. I want to live. I want to turn over a new leaf, yet not abandon the old.

Post One-Hundred and Sixty-Eight.

Alright, so... I just woke up from a freaking weird dream.

It started out as my friends and I were all at this sorta water park, but it was at a lake that had rapids and such. Don't ask. And we were there for days making friends with all who worked there and such. For some reason Chad worked there. Hmm. Then the whole place flooded. But, everyone got out fine. Fast forward a bit. We started getting haunted by the "Lady of the Lake". It was weird. Some guy that me and someone else were going through the cliffs with died because of the Lady of the Lake... um, that's when the haunting started. Like... we looked down a hole in one of the cliffs and that's where this pump is to pump water from, though it doesn't make sense because it is freaking coming out of the water. But, it starts pumping by itself and blood comes out... so we're like, "OMGizzle, she killed _____!" I don't remember his name. Then we're back in what kinda looks like my dad's house, but it isn't. She kept wanting me to kill Haley Fuller. Ahahahaha. That was the best part. Then for some reason my father in the dream was Fred Flinstone and my mother was sorta like the mom from Married with Children, only more attractive. And well, the Lady of the Lake had me convinced my father was dead 'cos I kept seeing his ghost with these special glasses I had that could see spirits or whatever. And... for some reason, the graveyard she was buried in was in our kitchen... and we were all sleeping on the floor in the living room. Devin was freaking out because his head was closest to the graveyard and he thought the Lady was going to get him, so he moved to sleep by me. The thing was, she didn't want to hurt any of us purposely. So, I ended up talking to her and figured everything out and set her spirit free. Then it was Chad's birthday and our mom made him a veggie burger instead of a cake. She burned it... o.O, but he ate it anyway.

Post One-Hundred and Sixty-Seven.

Blaaaaaargh.

It is quite hard to keep in contact with Keokukians (Is that what they're referred to?) when I'm either not around when they're online or they don't go on Facebook often.

You guys suck! D< Kidding.

Right. Anyway. Yey sun.

Post One-Hundred and Sixty-Six.

So, today was my last full day in Keokuk. Or, I guess yesterday... since it is now technically Saturday. It was fun... I'd say bittersweet.

I loved seeing the ones closest to me come by to see me off and bid farewell, since I told them no way could they see me when my grandpa comes to pick me up. NO WAY. I'd be all like "OMGAWD I LOVE YOU GUISE SO MUSSSSH." etc. etc. It'd be ridiculous. I'd be embarrassed.

So, I told them it'd be okay to welcome me back, though. Ahahaha. Then they can meet my mommy and Chad and be all like "SO THAT IS WHY YOU ARE SO AWESOME!" And I'll be all, "Uh, durh."

Wurd, lyfe.

Anyways. So, Stephanie arrived first. We chilled. Jennifer arrived. We chilled some more. Hung out outside, hung out inside. JENNIFER GAVE ME THE GREATEST PRESENT EVER! PAC-MAN SHOES OMG! I loves her. Q.Q So much. So much. We had a marker fight in attempt of me keeping her here. I also hit her with a pair of pantyhose that I put a bar of soap in. She wasn't injured.

Then, well... I climbed on the front of her car and wouldn't get off so she drove down the hill with me on it. I thought she'd drive all the way to her house, but she didn't. So, I asked her for a ride back up the hill. (: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JENJEN OMGIZZLE I'M FOR SERIOUS! YOU ARE THE SISTAH I'VE NEVER HAD FOR SERIOUS!

Stephanie was bouts to go when I got a call from Dylan. He said he was sorry that he'd prolly not make it over, and that was chill. You could hear Cody in the background trying to whisper, "Tell her we're coming." So, Cody stole the phone and said they'd were on their way and would be there in a few minutes. No lie, it took like two minutes. Dylan got out. Cody stole the Torrent and Hunter and him went to McDonalds. Stephanie left. I'll miss her. ): Defo have to chill when I get back. So, Dylan was stranded at my house without his car or his phone. They came back with sweet tea for him. It tasted pretty well. Cody put the Love station of for XM radio. Sometimes, ... all the time... he's very unsubtle. So are most people I know. It's okay, though. Dylan walked me to my door and we said our goodbyes and I'll miss yous. I promised to call when I got to NC. etc.s Then, I found the front door to be locked. xD Good thing I found the spare key. Ahahahahaha.

Good day, all in all. To those I'm leaving, I'll miss you. AND I WANT MY STUFF BACK THAT I'M LEAVING TO YOU GUYS. Kidding, you can keep it... except my Bayside sweat band. I'll trade you something in return for that back. I wonder if Dylan ever got my gift I left to him. Forgot to ask Cody. Anyways. To those I'm seeing soon, I can't wait!

Post One-Hundred and Sixty-Five.

So, Facebook said that this was the Taylor Swift song for me. Interesting indeed. I don't... know if I agree? Who knows.



I'm sorry things happened how they did. But, you'll find someone better in time. Keep your chin up.

Post One-Hundred and Sixty-Four.

This couple is amazing. xD

Post One-Hundred and Sixty-Three.

I'm going to miss you guys a lot, but I can't wait to see my mom and Chad again. I'm super excited, I won't lie.

I've been breaking out a lot lately. It is RIDICULOUS! Plus, I'm out of conditioner. Just so you all know, lotion is not a substitute for conditioner. I just thought I'd throw that out there. Don't give me that look.

Post One-Hundred and Sixty-One.

You were in my dream last night. It wasn't a far out dream. My other dream was, though.

We were all just hanging out at Jenjen's and watching movies like we always do. Nothing really weird or anything went on. I was just playing with your hands. Don't ask me why... I have no idea.

My weird dream was... weird.I was in a car with my uncles and my mom and Devin and some girl. I can't quite remember who she was right now. We went to some mall that I've never been to before and we had a baby with us in a stroller. There were plastic sheets in front of the doors to the shops that I kept slipping on and falling. There was a lot of Star Trek memorabilia. I picked out a puzzle box for my mom for her birthday that had 5 puzzles that were all 1,764 pieces... I don't think those exist. It was shown to her before I bought it and she didn't get why I was picking it out for her because it had Spock and Lady Gaga on it. So I told her it was a puzzle for her to remember me forever because the puzzles were Spock, Lady Gaga, a scene from Fight Club, and two others that are really hazy in my mind at the moment.

I need to stop wearing those stretchy head band things to bed it would seem. They're giving me weird dreams.

Post One-Hundred and Sixty.

Sometimes, I find you ridiculously adorable... just so you know.

So, time with the family wasn't too bad. Kinda entertaining. Etc. etc.

We're lighting fireworks tonight. It could be fun.
I need to start packing clothes.

Post One-Hundred and FIfty-Nine.

I wish I dreamed every night. Or at least had dreams that I'd remember. Then, my sleep would be more interesting. Then, I'd have a story to tell in the morning.

Post One-Hundred and Fifty-Eight.

I'm not looking forward to my relatives visiting this weekend.

...I'd much rather hang out with you lot.

Post One-Hundred and Fifty-Seven.

It has been pretty boring since you left. But, at least you're having fun.

I've been sleeping so much lately.

I had a weird freaking dream last night. Everyone was there. And... well, it was like we were all wizards and witches like straight from Harry Potter. Actually, he was there... and so was everyone else. It ended with Devin getting mad at me in a car as I was trying to cast spells on him to protect him because he didn't want to go back into the house... EVEN THOUGH THE WHAT I GUESS WAS THE DARK LORD WAS AFTER US! So, in the back seat where we were... there was this huge freaking painting with a super heavy wooden frame. So, he hits me in the back of the head with it and starts running. But, I catch him and cast some spells on him. Like... yeah. It was kind of weird. But, he was still resisting after I cast a sort of shield bubble spell and this weird gold spec spell. I wish I could remember what we had to say to cast them... but the girl with me, when she cast it... her specs were pink, not gold. Anyway... so he was resisting... so I freaking Expelliarmus'ed him.

Then I woke up.
Yep.

Post One-Hundred and Fifty-Six.

Dawn of the Dead... sucks. Very bad. It was epically awful in a hilarious sort of way. I laughed a good deal.

You're not going to be with me next year, so I don't understand why you have to be such a jerk to me. I really don't appreciate it.


I just want to say... I am in love with this version. Seriously, I am.

Post One-Hundred and Fifty-Five.

Is it okay that I've been getting butterflies pretty often?



Right now, I'm not complaining.

Post One-Hundred and Fifty-Four.

I wonder what the plan is for today.

Post One-Hundred and Fifty-Three.

My foot is better--much better.

I'm deathly bored, but there isn't much to do.