Why do people say sorry all the time? They say it even if they're not even wrong.

Why should I apologize? I'm not right, but I did nothing wrong.


They are so immature.

Photo Blog?

I went through all my pictures on my cellphone, and I figured I would send them to myself so I can delete them and make some room on my phone. Most of them are really old and some are fairly recent. They're in no particular order. I couldn't center them for some reason... Oh well.

I was standing on an old roof in Port Henry, looking over Lake Champlain watching a storm.






The 28 bags of hot dog buns Neala and I had to buy for Homecoming.... That was fun.
Explanatory.

Sky coaster with my cousin and sister.

At a friends house. I was bored. I really love this one.

More of Port Henry. A town of like, 500... My mom grew up here. Make sense?

Taylor and I were walking from Starbucks to the mall, and some idiot went over the curve... So funny.

My best friend on the train ride to Canada. He told me his complete life story. Not even kidding. He was a really nice guy, even if he was a tad weird.

Livi! She's cuter than I am.

2 summers ago, on the ferry leaving New York City, going back to Staten Island.

Some building leaving Buffalo. It looked cool. A lot of graffiti.

Krystal Meyers concert from forever ago... These pictures are awesome though, if I do say so myself.

The best.

Pretty good, eh?

I liked his boots.

Always be.

I'm only on until my mother remembers to block everything again... Maybe she'll forget?

Friends of mine and I are going to the movies this weekend. We've been planning to go to see this movie for a while, but we just found out it's rated R. Kind of a set back, but we're pretty sure we're going to go anyway and go movie hopping.
Do you think it's wrong to movie hop?

We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden.

Time passes...
Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.
It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does...
Even for me.

Hey all. Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to start blogging again... I'm currently updating everything that I haven't been able to get to while my parents had that parental control on.

Canada was fun.
Lift was interesting.
My cousins came here from Chicago for a week.
My Aunt was married.
I'm 16!
I have my permit!
I'm a Sophomore now. (10th grade)
School started Thursday. I have decent classes.
My sister is a freshman. It's weird seeing her in the school.
I'm over at Caroline's right now.
I'm extremely tired.
Cardboard Testimonies this weekend! Incredibly scary to get up on stage and do them.
YouTube 'Cardboard Testimonies' if you don't know what I'm talking about.
I'm getting a kitten tomorrow!

I hope you're caught up! Get off my back about blogging now, kay? =]

Playing my little part in something big.

I'm leaving tomorrow (that's if I finish packing) at the crack of dawn (7:45 baby ;) with the middle schoolers from my church. We're going to PA, and I'm not ecstatic about the cramped school bus ride there but once we get there and get situated I'll be ohkay. Supposedly there are about 60 kids...

I'm really looking forward to going. It's where everything started for me, two years ago almost to the day. Weird.

I'll be back on Friday...

Then off to Canadia!!

You're prettier than a sunrise.

This morning I decided to go for a run, and get back into shape for the fall. I don't know how I'm going to keep waking up at 5:30, but I'm going to give it a shot. After my run, I noticed the sunrise. The only time I ever see it, is on the bus ride to school. Pretty much never during the summer because I wake up at about 10:30 every day. So this was a treat, and I grabbed my camera and took some pictures!

Next week is camp, which I am pumped for. I can't wait. I'm hanging out with people tomorrow and we're going to see some fireworks in Clifton Park. Then Saturday I'm going shopping for any extra items for next week. Can you guess what I'm doing Sunday? Yep, packing. Fun!

Don't Say That It's Over.

It's funny. I never realized how much I used my cellphone before today.
It died last night, and my sister took the charger to her friends house. (We only have one, because she broke the other one... SO now she uses my charger.) Of course, today is one of those days where I want to make plans for the weekend.
I reached for my cellphone this morning... Behold! It was still dead. So I'm stuck waiting until she gets back. Now I have this stupid anxiety feeling in my stomach.


I could strangle her.