Naming Things

There are some things that just should not be given names. Like injuries.

Anyway,

This will be my "What Made It Great" post. Here are the things that made 2009 for me:
(these are in no partikulur order)

-Friends- This year I found my friends that I know are gonna stay with me till high school, including a couple guys I am just so grateful for. (but its the girls that really keep my head on my shoulders, thanfully enough.)

-Music- I found my music this year. Not only did so many things happen in Switchfoot world but I discovered some craymazing artists and songs that I know are never going to get old, no matter how much I listen to them.

-Switchfoot/LOBH- Now, I know I already mentioned them, but they deserve a catagorey all their own. Switchfoot came so far this year, with a new record that really is amazing, and Jon got together with Sean and they did a little Fiction Family. Also, LOBH. This year marks my one year anniversary on the boards. Awesome. I also wrote a ton of letters. I think this year was when the letter writing took off. I wrote to Sare, Lee, Amy, Renae, and even started writing to some of my school friends (one of which need to reply to a certain letter I gave her on her birthday...). I also got to spend time with my LOBH friends and 3 different concerts including the Bro-Am. I can't wait for next years, a sleepover, Lee's coming...yes!

-Relationships- Man, I'll always remember this year as the year I made some pretty big mistakes relationship wise. Not only have I had 3(-ish) boyfriends so far this year, there was barely any time between them. Not only did I end up hurting the people around me but it was just a bad idea. But I think progressively my relationships have gotten better. From one to the other to finally the one I'm on now things have just gotten better. There's still this thought, though, in the back of my mind that asks me if this is the right thing. Oh well. We'll just have to wait and see.

-School- EIGHTH GRADE! I love it. It's amazing. It's mind-blowing. It's relatively easy. It's been my best year at this wretched school so far, and I can't wait for the rest of it. 6th grade was iffy, 7th grade was ok, but 8th grade is fatastic. And to think I used to loathe eighth graders.

I think that may be it, if I think of anything more I'll let y'all know.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

I Have Two Things

A. A desire to not sleep. I'm a night person through and through.

B. A friend named Lee.
Now, I know you know who Lee is. I tend to talk about her a lot. (if you don't know who she is, her blog's in the sidebar. "insideoutside.") She wrote an end of the year post, and I thought maybe I'd do the same, considering thing A.

So I think I'll start off with a timeline. This is 2009, month-by-month.

January: I think January was when I finally started to figure myself out into the person I was going to be. My love of House had just taken off, and I had a crush on one of my future boyfriends. (but he didn't come till much later.) I was hanging out with on of my old friends a lot, and it was that way. The big thing of January was probably Fiction Family. On the 21st I do believe they released their debut album. It's amazing and if you haven't given it a listen please do. That month I went go-karting with my youth group, too. We grew so much closer that night. It was amazing.

February: In February I decided to do one thing- not spend any money. I didn't buy clothes, I didn't buy music, I didn't buy anything except lunch money. Also, I went to a Fiction Family concert. It was great. I went with someone who was my best friend and Molly Jenson was there. One of the most intimate performances I've been too. (the theatre was smaller than the MPR at my school.) Also, I started my 306 and went to winter camp where I became Natuley Wong

March: If I could remember anything about this month, I would tell you. But I'm drawing a blank. Actually, I just looked on my calendar and that's when Molly Jenson's CD came out. Pretty cool.

April: I saw Monsters Vs. Aliens twice. The first time with friends (oh, Davis), and the second time over break with my family while I was in Arizona. That really was a fantastic movie. It even had Hugh Laurie! April also means 4:12 day, and I finished the entire list except for one thing. Yes!

May: Oh May, you always do something to me. May was when I started going out with my "friend" Nick. (I don't think we were ever really friends. All we did was text. And it was even relatively stimulating conversation.)

June: BRO-AM! Now, this was my second Bro-Am, but it was still fabulous. I got a major sunburn (again) and I played Apples to Apples with the boardies. ALWAYS a good time there. June also marked the end of 7th grade, the year of figuring myself out.

July: The main part of July were two INCREDIBLE weeks of camp- Ojai year 2 and Creekside year 3. Ojai was amazing. I went with my youth group and we all became so much closer. I also played an absolutely killer game of Ultimate Frisbee (the frat boy sport) and had an awesome jam session with the bassist of the band that was playing. Creekside was also beyond explanation. I became closer to my best friend ever and my other friend, and met so many awesome people that have changed my life. Both those weeks I grew so much closer to God and had so much fun.

August: Two more weeks of camp. First, Alpine year 4. This was probably my favorite year of Alpine because of swing dancing. It was there I learned and fell in love. It was great. Week number two, Family Camp year.... I've been going so long I don't even remember. This year I cheated. I went with the high school group instead of the junior high and I'm so glad I did. I met so many awesome people that I really wished I had stayed in contact with. iFail. Again, gre closer to God and had more fun than I could ever imagine. Oh yea, and I got a new phone, which I am using to write this post.

September: This was the beginning and end. The end of my relationship with Nick and the end of the old me. It was the beginning of a relationship with someone I've known almost my entire life, and the beginning of eighth grade, aka the best year of my life so far. Eighth grade was the beginning of the rest of my life so to speak, I became who I am now. Permanently. It was also the beginning of my social life. Almost every weekend my friends and I went out to see a movie. This also began a ton of new friendships. I also turned 14.

October: The zoo. And that's all I will say about that. I started DC (the youth group at the church I go to on Sundays) that month. I also went up to the school near my house a lot. Then at the end there was Halloween. Those were some nasty blisters.

November: NOVEMBER! I loved it. I broke up with my boyfriend and began a relationship with one of my best guy friends. I cemented friendships with a bunch of other people, too. Oh and I went on a field trip! It was to the Museum of Tolerance, though. Very dramatic. Then there was Anaheim. The best show I've ever been too. Switchfoot killed it. It was amazing. I got some great shots and lost an arm-wrestling match. Don't forget that I walked to my public library earlier that day. My feet were KILLING me! But oh well. Wait. I think I forgot something. Oh that's right. HELLO HURRICANE. This is probably my favourite Switchfoot record if not my favourite record of all time. It's beyond words, really. And it came early. I love November.

December: Here we go. The last month of the year. Ehly's birthday, the holiday parade, the band concert, RAIN, Benji, Christmas, skating, it was fun. Oh and now my cousins are here. But it was a fun month, really.

That about sums up my year. I'll be back with my favourite moments in a day or two. Then the top 10 of 2009. Get ready kids.

That's all (for now), folks!
Nova.

Disney Artists FTW?!?

(It's 4 in the morning, and this post is looking to be kind of a long one. Get ready.)

So for Christmas I got an iTunes gift card, which I decided to spend today. I bought a song called "Low Day" by a band called Capra. Here's the thing though, Capra is a Disney artist. The song is not bad. It's actually really kind of good. You may be wondering right about now, Lizabeth, have you gone INSANE? Maybe. It is 4:18 AM. But the song is still good. The lyrics could use some work, but the song itself sounds a lot like some of the stuff I've been listening to lately. That electro-pop feel.

I forgot what I was going to talk about next. Oh yea.

So I also bought this song called "I'm On a Boat." If you haven't heard this song yet, get your head out from under that rock. This song is hilarious. I love it. You must listen to it. (but be warned! It is filled with profanities, so beware in your listening that persons that would disapprove are listening in.)

I actually had a whole big thought and something important to say, but its 4:23 in the morning. While it would help keep me awake, I'd rather not. Plus my fingers are tired from all this typing.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

A Change of Pace

New layout up. Finally. (:
I actually just found the picture on my dad's computer (it's my brother's) and edited it on picnik. How are the colours? Suggestions are taken to heart kids! Hope you like it.

I Want To...

I made a list of all the things I want to do before I die. You may call that "a bucket list," but it's not. It actually started out as all the things I wanted to do during 2010 because I realized that I need to start taking life by the horns and swinging it around a bit. I think ever since 5th grade my years have been getting progresively better than the ones that proceeded them, and I want this one to be the best. I'm in 8th grade for crying out loud, and the only thing that'll top it is maybe senior year. I need to make it count.

Here are some of my favorites from the list:
1. Cut a record
2. Break my arm
3. Bring someone to Christ
7. Go on a roadtrip
10. Stay up ALL night
14. Not care what other people think
17. Take a nap
23. Pet an alligator/crocodile
24. Be someone else for a day.
27. Make the headlines
34. Make a box fort
41. Honor God in everything I do
43. Dye my hair
45. Step out of the spotlight and give someone else a chance
47. Feed the birds

That's all, folks!
Nova.

The Little Things

I think my life is like that notebook you keep during the best years of your life, the one you put all the little things in like random paper and thoughts. Y'know, tickets to the school play and a journal entry from a rather rainey day. There's no way to make sense of it, and it's a little disheveled, but the point always comes across. In all the confusion there's still the simplicity of just how wonderful those years were, and just how happy they were. Yea, they had their sad moments, but they led to something wonderful. Always.

DIVIDyouarehereUALITY

So my science teacher gave us these word/picture puzzle things. 10 points and a star to whoever can guess what the title says.

Didja get it?

It's individuality. (get it?) These days, it seems, that everyone is putting a lot of stress on being "yourself." But is anyone ever really an indiviual? We pick friends that are like us. We do similar things. We have similar tastes. Nothing is ever really "ours" now is it? This is extremely annoying, and makes hypocrites out of most people. Inclucing myself.

For instance, I have a friend. Let's call him "Benji," cause that's his name. So Benji has an internet radio show that's on every Thursday starting around now. He always asks people to cohost. I've been asked 3 times. I'm 0 for 3. He also asked my brother, and I'm pretty sure my brother is cohosting right now. This pisses me off. Benji is MY friend. Not my brother's. He's MINE. ONLY. I should be cohosting right now, not my brother. Benji is my friend, not my brother's. It should stay that way.

What I wanted to come across from that little tidbit was my quest to feel special by having Benji be my friend only. Not my brother's. I want to be different. Special. An individual. Yet, I am so much like my other friends it's crazy. I share similar tastes in music with some of my friends, and our personalities fit together like jigsaw puzzle pieces. Yet here I am wanting to be DIFFERENT, but only in this one little situation. It's annoying, not just my brother usurping my special spot, but the hypocrisy.

That's just human nature, though, isn't it? We can never get over ourselves. Nope. But that is an entirely other topic. We can talk about that later.

See ya,
Nova.

Alternate Opinions

I have a friend named Mariana. She said this:

(Originally, I was going to post what Mari said here, but I decided the
post was too long. If you haven't seen what she's said yet, I suggest you go here.)

Yea. If you read all of that before skipping down to the bottom, high five. (Although I'm pretty sure most of you skipped because you've seen this already.) Now it's my turn to commentate.

Number one: My name doesn't have an "e" in it. L-I-Z-A-B-E-T-H.
Number two: About my "stress," the thing is, I really only get stressed at home. At school I'm as cool as a cucumber. I could even be on the Mellow Show (if you get that reference I applaud you.) for crying out loud! It's just that when I go upstairs and join my family it tends to throw my mellow-ness out the window. It even gets to the point where I begin to scare Dave Matthews. (Again, if you got it I applaud.) This is why I love the location of my room. Downstairs. FAR. AWAY. Which helps me to avoid them.
Number three: One of the only reasons why I usually bring up my "stress" in the first place is because normally I'm just not feeling so hot. Like if earlier in the day I had a little spat with someone or got a bad grade on something, going to be with my family just makes it worse. This is why I consider my friends my life force. The other reason is because I have certain friends that bitch ('scuse my language. I needed a strong word, and that one seemed fitting.) a LOT, and sometimes I just wanna go, "Hey! Uhm, down here? You're not the only one with problems, as a matter of fact. Even if mine aren't nearly as big as yours, they're still there." It's not that I don't think said people are considerate, it's just that sometimes I think when we're talking about ourselves, we forget about everyone else. A reminder that other people are there every once in a while isn't a bad thing.

ALRIGHT. So enough about that. My head is killing me. I don't know why. Campbell can't text me because he left his phone at Davis' house. Don't buy weed from Jack Johnson's pet komodo dragon. I have to write an essay for language arts. The Simpsons comes on in half an hour. I need a shower. That rhymed. I'm not nearly finished with everyone's Christmas gifts. On Friday during lunch Campbell, Austin, Matt, Benji, and I had a theological debate. It was the weirdest thing ever because we go to a public school. Playing actual guitar improves your ability to play Rockband. Sara is coming during break. Did I mention my head hurts? I need to finish my essay.

See ya,
Nova.

Copy Kattzzz..

So my friend Tiffany posted urbandictionary.com definitions for our friends names. I was particularly interested in knowing more definitions of a particular persons name (Campbell). My favorite one was this:

a way of saying a guy or girl is a totally hottie. taken from Campbell's soup, meaning: umm,umm good!

True.
I found this one too:

that hippie kid at your school that almost always has a way to get pot

Why can I totally imagine this? This means I have to look up his brother too (Bailey).
Wait. Never mind. They were all either inappropriate or about a girl. Bailey is pretty much the koolest 5th grader I've ever met.

Anyway. Uhm. The iPhone is all freaking out about being able to talk to people on the phone and do something else at the same time. My phone didn't need an update to do that. It was born that way. Good job Apple, you aren't as cool as you thought you were.

Alright. This ends todays post #2.

That's all, folks (again)!
Nova.

DEAR TANYA-

I love you. I'm sorry I forgot you. I really am. Here are the things that are wonderful about you:
- You are ah-DORABLE! I love it.
- You're pretty. Truth.
I'm sorry Tanya. I won't forget you ever again. EVER!

So I need to tell everyone something important:

Megan Fox is a vegetable.

She is. Here is my reasoning- Megan Fox is a human bean. Beans are vegetables. Therefore Megan Fox is a vegetable. Never forget this my children.

That's all, folks!
Nova

Starts With a "D"

Ends with an "A," and has "ram" in the middle. Yes. Drama. It's that thing that tears friendships and relationships apart. It's fueled by the big two: gossip and anger. The thing that bugs me the most is the gossip part, and I know I've said this before. IF YOU HAVE BEEF WITH SOMEONE TAKE IT UP WITH THEM! Don't gossip about them with another friend. If they're really your friend they'll understand. Also, chances are if you have beef with them they have beef with you, so talk it out! It ain't that hard. Plus less gossip = less pent up hate. It seems to me that gossiping adds fuel to the hate fire. It's like pouring gas on a brush fire. It only makes things worse. So before you have a two hour phone call where you mostly bash people, think to yourself: is this going to help at all? Am I just pouring gas on my hate fire? Gossip turns little issues into big drama. Is all that trouble really worth it? Last time I czeched, no.

This has been your daily rant, brought to you by a semi-annoyed Nova.

See ya,
Nova.

F L A W S

Everyone has them.
Wait.
What did you say? People have FLAWS? Yea. They do. All of them. The sad part is how society seems to think it's ok to point out other peoples flaws, including their own. This causes things like low self-esteem and gossip. That's not acceptable, children. People need to embrace not only their flaws but the flaws of other people.
To stress this point, meet my flaws:
- I'm a picky eater.
- I talk about Campbell too much.
- I don't understand how people can't understand things when they're so easy for me to understand.
- I procrastinate.
- I'm lazy.
And I accept it. I am who I am, and some of those things need work, yea. And I'm working on them, but the don't define me.

Something else that bugs me is that in the process of pointing out flaws people ignore all the good in people. So here's some good:
Haley- you're pretty and smart.
Mari- you're hair is beautiful, and it looks really good down. You're also pretty down to earth.
Ehly- you're so much fun to hang out with and very opinionated.
Lindsay- you're so funny. You're also very fasionable.
Tiffany- you're pretty. Truth. You're understanding, too.
Lee- heh. I love your letters and your blog. You're a talented kid.
Sara- you're smart and fun to hang out with and all around awesome.
Campbell- you're nice and you care a lot.
Davis- you are probably my funnest friend. Hands down. Never a dull moment with you.
Kelli- you're very pretty. You're also a good friend. We've been through too much, man.
Amy- you're very experienced. But that may just be because you're older than me. :P
Me- you're a happy person and very smart.
Benji- I love talking and hanging out with you. You're an interesting kid.
Janelle- you're very pesistant, and stronger than you know.

There. I touched on most of my friends. It wasn't actually that hard to pick out some good in all of them, and did you catch that I put myself in there? That's how I think of me. Not all those flaws I talked about earlier.

C H A L L E N G E :
Every morning when you wake up think of at least three good things about yourself. Considering what kind of person you are, it could be hard in the beginning, but it'll get easier. Trust me.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

What Was I Going to Say?

I really don't know. I thought something up yesterday. I think things up a lot, actually. But I don't really bother to write them down. Nope. My memory don't serve me so well.

I will say something, though. Today I received a letter from my friend Lee. She decided to put 2 random facts in my letter for every day she was writing it. So I decided I'm going to start giving you guys 2 random facts:

1. I had a bass lesson today. My teacher taught me "Eight Days a Week" because my friend was in the lesson before mine and he taught her that. Except yesterday Davis admitted out friend Sanchez into the Union of Walruses. Yes. I turned us into a union now. Go me.
2. That was more than one fact in one. I'm sorry.

Z's weren't meant to be crossed. If they were this Z<--- would be crossed. It would. You know it. But it isn't. Therefore, yes. You know what I mean.

Do not buy weed from Jack Johnson's gecko. It is laced with PCP. You can identify him by his trademark fedora and (something else. I don't remember.)
CAHGO SHAWTS!
ULTIMATE FRISBEE!

haha. Friends.
That's all, folks!
Nova.

Frank, Where's Your Mustache?

So I was reading Emma's blog, and she said something along the lines of "posting for the sake of posting." This reminded me of a post I wrote way back on my first blog ever: www.moo-oink-moo.blogspot.com. While I was searching around for said "posting for the sake of posting post" I came upon this. Now you know the origin of the title of this post. (If you know the origin of the title of the post this is titled after, please tell me. I do believe it was from a TV show. Maybe Drake and Josh, or Spongebob.

And now it is time to learn a lesson:
Don't be late for class, kids. Even if you're jamming with your friends or are walking slow because your foot hurts and its a long walk from one class to the next. You will be punished. You will be marked tardy. (Unless of course your teacher won't notice if you're late. Lets hope they don't notice.)

Friday. Is tie-day. YES! I have a Veggietales tie. Get ready kids.

I really need to get gone.
That's all, folks!
Nova.
T

Mmmm Whatcha Say...

So I have this friend. She's kinda funny. She wrote this:

You're the sweet red cherry right on top
You're the laughing gas before the shot

You're the finish line at the end of the race
You're the gold medal when I win first place

You're the quiet oasis in the middle of the desert
You're the spongebob bandaid for when I get hurt

You're the ice cold water when I'm dying of thirst
You're the bright blue balloon that will never burst

You're the calm before the inevitable storm
You're the radiant sun that keeps all of me warm

You're the neverending song running through my head
You're the brand of butter that's easy to spread

You're the movie I love to watch over and over
You're harder to find than a 4-leaf clover

You're the spot of color in the midst of all the gray
You're the bold, brave hero that saves the day

Yet all these corny metaphors still aren't enough
Words can't express how much you are loved.

[zOMG gUyZZZ.] I love you too, Lee.

At this point you may be wondering why on earth the title of this post comes from that "Whatcha Say" song. (So I don't know the actual title or artist. Shoot me.) It doesn't. That song sampled from an Imogen Heap song called "Hide and Seek." It's much better. Go listen to that one instead of your pop-rap-hip-hop-junk or whatever you call it. Doesn't matter what it's called, it still sucks.

So I did a little search-with-relient-k-ing and I came upon this: http://www.globalissues.org/article/26/poverty-facts-and-stats
Read it all. It's horrifying. And yet nobody does a thing.
My favorite facts:

• Almost half the world — over three billion people — live on less than $2.50 a day.
• Nearly a billion people entered the 21st century unable to read a book or sign their names.
• Less than one per cent of what the world spent every year on weapons was needed to put every child into school by the year 2000 and yet it didn’t happen.
• Number of children in the world: 2.2 billion
• Number in poverty: 1 billion (every second child)
• For the 1.9 billion children from the developing world, there are:
  640 million without adequate shelter (1 in 3)
  400 million with no access to safe water (1 in 5)
  270 million with no access to health services (1 in 7)
• In 2005, the wealthiest 20% of the world accounted for 76.6% of total private consumption. The poorest fifth just 1.5%

I like how much of the money spent on weapons could be used to put kids in school. Not just some kids, all of them. It's sad. This is one of the reasons I'm so glad we went to the Museum of Tolerance. No one knew about all that's happening, and it never really hit home. Now it has, although I'm pretty sure nothing is going to stay nothing.

So I started writing a review of the concert on Friday. My computer crashed before I had a chance to finish. Hopefully Blogger autosaved. If it did expect said post to be either above this on or below it. I really don't know where it'll end up.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Because I Don't Like My Family, That's Why.

Oh.
My.
Gosh.
My family is so annoying. Especially my sister. And my brother (oldest). I really do not wish I knew them sometimes. Now would be one of those times. They are going to drive me off the deep end, I know it. I know what you're thinking: "Really? Get over it. Everyone's family is like that." Yea, no. Everyone's family is not like mine. Not only are we not the perfect 2 3/4 children, my sibling all have ADD. That's right. Attention Deficit Disorder. This makes not only schooling difficult, but just being around them difficult, because if they don't eat right, they are HORRIBLE. (and that is another story all in itself.) This is why I spend so much time in my room, when I go upstairs just being in the general vicinity of my siblings puts me in a bad mood. You don't like your family? Come hang out with mine for a while then you'll be changing your tune sweetheart. I am so so serious.

But on another completely unrelated note, cussing. I've talked about it before, and how much I hate it. But what really doesn't make sense and makes me flat out angry is censoring. If you're going to cuss on something like Facebook, just say it! Don't star it out so you end up with **** and s**t. It's annoying. It's all or nothing bi***. See how annoying that is? It's annoying me just saying it. And if you're going to star it out why just not say it in the first place? Seriously. Seriously? Seriously. Get over yourself. Puh-lease.

Aren't people stupid? Argh. I'm not going to get in my Monday dose of the Phillip DeFranco Show 'cause my phone is dead. (If you don't know what that is, look up sXephil on youtube. It's one of the random channels I've become addicted to because I had such easy access to youtube.)

I guess I'll see ya,
Nova.

Apparently I Didn't Title This Post.

Oh, and if you haven’t checked it out yet, I recommend listening to the new Switchfoot and John Mayer CD!

[Hot dogs? Who would have thought?] Heh. I like you, emma.

Anyway. A tragedy has struck. My phone died. How? It fell in the toilet. ACCIDENTALLY. Accidentally. It fell out of my pocket. Accidentally. Did I mention it was an accident? It doesn't really matter, though, because no matter how you slice it my phone is still dead. This means two things: 1. I can no longer text anyone. 2. The only way I can go on the internet is on a computer.
Did I mention how I can't text anyone?
No.
Let me rephrase that.
I can't communicate with anyone unless they call me on my home phone or I'm the computer.
Those two things don't happen very often. Wah. I'm sad.

But speaking of Hello Hurricane, if you're reading this right now, you need to listen to Switchfoot's other albums. Right now I've got Oh! Gravity. in my ears. I love it. I forgot how awesome this record really is. You should go out and buy it. And The Beautiful Letdown, and Nothing is Sound, and Learning to Breathe, and New Way to be Human, and Legend of Chin.

I havta go now children.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Hey Little Insecure Kid

Dear Haley,
You're crazy pretty. You could be a model if you wanted too. Furthermore, a lot of the time when you stand, you stick your hip out, which accentuates how thin you are. Stop with your insecurities, sweetheart, for they're in vain.
Love,
Lizabeth.
(P.S., if that sounded harsh, sorry. I'm kinda not in the best mood as of right now. It's not you're fault. Something just happened at lunch. Ask Ellie.)

So on that note: insecurity. Don't lie. You know you are. That's right. Insecure. No matter how hard you try you will be insecure. No one is perfectly OK with who they are. Guaranteed. When you get to a point, though, it needs to come to an end. Lately everyone's been talking about "Oh mah gaaaaaawwssshhhh!! My life is so haaaarrrrdddd!!! I'll NEVREVREVRR be good enuffff!" (Maybe I'm exaggerating, so what? It's fun to act like a snotty teenage girl. [I'm not calling y'all that, that's just what my over exaggeration is equal too]) Newsflash, sweetheart, you are good enough. You're perfectly fine exactly how you are, and I don't mean to be preachy, but that's the way God made you. Be proud kiddo. Embrace yourself so much that you want a strait jacket just so you can hug yourself. (LAWL) That's what I try to do, and like I say in dance, if I can do it, you can too.

So enough about feeling small and worthless. The other thing that was bothering me was violence. So what happened today was that my friend kept taking my other friend's drumsticks. These weren't ordinary drumsticks, they had belonged to his friend that was in jail. (don't ask, cause I don't know.) My friends kept jacking 'em and this apparently pissed him off. So it got to the point where he turned to me and said, "Will you be mad if I kill Cole?"
Me: Yes.
Him: Will you be mad if I badly injure him?
Me: Yes.
Him: Will you be mad if I use the most non-violent means necessary?
Me: *think* No.
This did not turn out to be the case though, because when my friend ran over to retrieve the drumstick, Cole threw it. So my friend stopped attempting to attack him but in his impulsive anger hit him with the one drumstick he had. I do not condone violence, I am in fact very much against it. I think violent video games are horrible. The tendency to resort to violence is the worst though. I think I'm going to say that my friend was in the wrong for hurting my other friend, because I just explained that this is not cool with me. (although my friend was thoroughly provoked.) I shall leave you with this thought: violence is not the answer. It's the question. The answer is no.

"So pretty, so smart. Such a waste of a young heart."
Satellite Heart - Anya Marina.

See ya,
Nova.

Now See Here

I won't do this often. I've already told you the majority of the posts found on this blog will be rants. Today is different. I found something I want to show you guys. Her name is Emma and her blog is www.twoheartsbeat.tumblr.com. I like it, its good. Go read it kids.

THE DENTISTS OFFICE SMELLS SO GROSS!! (that's where I am right now. I hate it.)

Anyway. I am tired of Dwayne Johnson. Isn't he EVERYWHERE? I don't go to the movies to see the same guy on two different posters. It's just annoying! Go away! It actually reminds me a little of Miley Cyrus. It's just that Miley has 3 careers and Dwayne has 1. He's just EVERYWHERE. It annoys me. It's not nice to put an annoying actor in every other movie. I don't like it. Go die in a hole, Dwayne Johnson.

So back to the dentist. I do not like it at all. The only part I remotely like is the clean teeth part. The rest is crap. Straight up. Why does the dentist have to torture us so?

This is the end of the line.
That's all, folks!
Nova.

Dating: This Is the End (If You Want It)

[Thar be paaaart three be a blowin'! *end pirate talk* This is part three: This Is the End (If You Want It)]

Unless you're homer or marge simpson, you're going to broken up with/break up with someone. Not all men are the perfect catch, which is why you need to prepare yourself.
     Lesson 1: But I Don't Want To Hurt Him! That's what you tell yourself when you try to justify when you don't break it off with your crappy boyfriend. My social studies teacher actually taught us how to break up. This is how it's done: you need three reasons. Not for yourself. Not for him. But for your friends. Rule #1 is to come out looking like the good guy, so make up three reasons why your significant other is not good. You also need to come out with a clear consience. Think of it this way: if you're breaking up in the first place, that obviously means you aren't right for each other. So Mr. Whoever will find a girl out there who is better than you (in his mind).
     Lesson 2: Forget and Not Slow Down. So you've been dumped, have you? I find the best way to cope can be found in a song by Relient K. "I'd forget and not slow down than gather regret for the things I can't change now." Dwelling on that ex-lover is NOT HEALTHY. The best way to get over someone is to remind yourself that eventually, a better guy will come along and you're better without that old guy anyway. I mean, c'mon! He dumped you for crying out loud. Take it with your head held high, but keep it out of the clouds.
     In closing, I don't understand why breakups are so sad. The fact of the matter is that because this guy broke up with you, a better one is on it's way, and cause you already know what you aren't looking for, finding the right guy becomes that much easier.

This concludes the post of loosely tied thoughts and bad transitions.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

iFail.

I accidentally ripped the letter lee sent me when I was opening. She addressed it upsidedown. This letter is made of fail. Except for the letter part. Maybe just Lee and I are fails.

Dating: DO NOT CROSS. Trespassers Will Be Shot

[so this is becoming a series. I'm quite proud of myself for keeping up this commitment. Although, FYI, I will be posting other things in between. This is part two: DO NOT CROSS. Trespassers Will Be Shot.]

Ah, boundaries. We all know of something or other that is a boundary for us. It may be a curfew or it could be a stupid school rule. Everyone comes in contact with them, and without boundaries, the world would be chaos. But how do boundaries relate to relationships? Simple. You need them in relationships.
     The biggest one you will come across is how far you're willing to go. (yes, I do mean in terms of sex.) It's a simple issue of knowing how far you're going to go before you get there. What seems to be the problem to me is that in today's society, boundaries like that are extremely rare, and usually the person who sets them up is "religious" in some way. Like with me, I will not let my current boyfriend kiss me. Now, if we stay together long enough I will but for now, no. I don't see it as appropriate, and it's my boundary.
     My parents believe in boundaries, too. Today I went to the doctor and she asked my mom if she wanted me to get the Gardasil vaccine. My mom said no because the only way to get cervical cancer is through sex, and if I'm going to stay abstinent why get 3 painful injections? It doesn't make any sense. There really is no legitimate reason to have sex before marriage. At all.
     But then there are those relationships you come across where the girl sets up boundaries and the guy whines and complains about them. At this point one of 2 things usually happen. Either the girl caves to her boyfriend's wishes or she dumps him. So boundaries can also help weed out men that aren't worth it.
     This is my advice to all you women out there: figure out your boundaries. What's too far and what isn't? What's too far for YOU and what isn't? If your man doesn't respect your boundaries let him go. I think doing and knowing these things will lead to better more intimate relationships.

So there you have it. Part 2. Too bad I forgot to put a part in there about what's pure, what really isn't, and what sex should be. Oh well.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Dating: Ideas on Relationships.

[today I'll begin what I hope becomes a series about dating and relationships and guys and what those things mean to me. This part one: Ideas on Relationships.]

Dating. It's something that is close to central to a persons life from around middle school till marriage. Initially, you usually see relationships start to happen in the 6th/7th grade. There were even a couple "couples" in 5th for me. (I wasn't in them, I just knew other people that were) But were they real? Not hardly. Young love, the kind experienced 5th-7th grade, is, more often than not, not real. I may seem like that, but it is far from it. Now, it does start to develop more realism as you get older and are in more relationships.
     For example, the first relationship I was ever in was with this guy named Andrew. It lasted for a little over 2 weeks and I can safely say that it was not real. It felt very real to me at the time, but c'mon, it was my first "real" boyfriend. That was back in 6th grade. Which just goes to show that middle school relationships are usually not real. This causes them to not last very long.
     Back to my first boyfriend- originally, I had told myself that I wasn't going to date until high school because I didn't think relationships were right at that age. I STILL struggle with that, but back to the point. I asked him out anyway because I said to myself that if I didn't do it now it would never happen. So I did it. I didn't tell my parents, of course, because they would disapprove even though they'd never said anything. And I think dating is one of those things where it's your decision to say if you're ready for it or not. I have a friend who turned down a guy because she said she wasn't ready to date. Which is perfectly fine with me.

Alright. We've reached the end of today's rope. Hopefully I was somewhat insigtful today.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

The Waffle Album

Today something arrived in my mailbox. It was a CD. It was Hello Hurricane. I absolutely love this record. It is so amazing and indescribable. I like to think of it like this: The CD is like a burnt waffle. Light and airy, but it has a dark side. It's also very satisfying, but not quite.
One of my favorite parts of Hello Hurricane is how it twists my soul into shapes that I didn't think is could go. It's ripping out pieces of me and throwing them around the room. It left me broken after some songs but totally put back together after others. I feel like if I go back through the other records, I won't be able to think of them the same.
I think everyone needs to hear a record like this. Not this one, specifically, just a CD that makes you feel the same way Hello Hurricane makes me feel.

This concludes my review of what could possibly be my most favorite record of all time.

That's all, folks!
Nova

Are You Tired of Being Alone?

Manchester Orchestra. Haven't heard of them? Well, go on iTunes right now then. They are phenomenal. I actually forgot how good they were. Right now I'm listening to one of my most favourite songs by them: Shake It Out. It's got great music and great lyrics (see title of this post). Another song I love is Golden Ticket. That song is put together so well! It's crazy. It's amazing. It's craymazing! Oh and I can't forget I've Got Friends. That's the song that originally got me hooked on this band.

So I never talk about my personal life on here, but I figure today should be an exception. Just because I felt like it. I got a letter today! It's from my really good friend, Amy. We haven't talked in a while, and just recently we've been talking. I feel like we're rebuilding our relationship. I love it.
Also, I feel like lately I haven't been very nice to someone who is very close to me. He'll say something and expect me to say something and I won't. Why? Because he's leaving, and that puts me in a bad mood. There really isn't any reason for me to act this way, and I wish I didn't. I just... I don't know. I need to think about this more and figure out a way to make it up to him. :\
Finally, in the world of me, nothing else has really happened... I guess... Hello Hurricane comes out in 5 days... yea. That's all the excitement in my life right now.

I need to go take a shower!

Question of the post: Who haven't you talked to in a while that you need to? Like, desperately.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Mess of Me

This may be one of the few times a blog post of mine is not a rant on stupid people and their stupid opinions. I'm talking about promotion. Specifically, promotion of a Switchfoot video. This round: Mess of Me. Yes. It has arrived. The OFFICIAL Mess of Me music video, and our friends over at www.landofbrokenhearts.org and www.wereawakening.blogspot.com have some big goals for this thing. FIRST: +1,500 ratings. Simple, give it 5 stars. SECOND: +1,500 favorites. Easy, too. Favorite the life outa that thing! THIRD: +5,000 comments. They really aren't challenging us, are they? FOURTH: +75,000 views. Now I know you loyal readers can do that. [If you don't like the song (which I would find hard to believe) just play it over and over with the volume off.] FIFTH: +300 Diggs on www.digg.com. Also easy. If you don't have a Digg account, you can easily link your facebook.

That's about it. I kind of have a rant in me, but it corresponds to much yesterday's post.

That's all, folks!
Nova

What Are Rights?

[So these colours are now permanent. I feel like they match much better with the header. Woot.]

Thursdays are confusing for me. On the one hand, I get to have a bass guitar lesson. On the other, it's animal rights club day. Now, I have nothing against animals, but I think we should learn to save ourselves before we try to fix anything else. I'll give you an example: Would you let a doctor who hasn't gone to med school treat and operate on a patient with a life threatening disease? No. He/she needs to learn how to be a doctor. And what better way to teach than to practice on yourself? It would make everything a lot more careful and precise, and practice makes permanent.

Another thing, I've said this before and I'll say it again. You think animals have don't have rights? Look at people. Take this story about a girl who was sold into prostitution by her foster father. Last time I czeched, slaves, especially sex slaves, don't have rights. Oh, but don't forget the genocide. Dead people definitely don't have rights. The civil war in Darfur is probably the biggest issue our there besides the war in Uganda. (Don't even get me started on Uganda.)

The point is, people need help. Animals do too, but not as much as people. I think that if we start making a change in one area, everything will iron itself out.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

A Small Change

So I changed the colours around a little. I used this thing on www.bighugelabs.com. It makes colour schemes and I changed my blog around to those colours. Let me know if you like the current ones or the chatbox ones and I'll get back to you soon.

That's all, folks!
Nova

If You're Not Crying, Why Are You Singing?

During my days as a person, I have continually called upon a man named Jon Foreman for my bits of daily wisdom and musical satisfactions. (Did that make sense?) Anyway, the point is I think Mr. Foreman here is brilliant. Would you like to know how I know this? Watch the video at the top of this post.

Probably my favorite quote from that video is, "If you're not crying, why are you singing it?" More and more I've found this to be true. In fact, I find myself crying when I sing a song more often then not, even if the song isn't sad, and I think this is the measure of good music.

If a song doesn't make you cry, if it doesn't make you want to do something, anything, to change the world or who you are, it's not worth your time.

Believe me, there's plenty of music I listen to that doesn't make me cry, but the stuff that does is going to be around for a long time. This is the truth of the matter; a good song stirs your emotions. A great song makes them overflow.

See ya,
Nova

A New Look

That's right, I have changed my layout! Those wonderful pictures you see were taken by an amazing photographer named Susan Lloyd. I would czech her flickr photostream out if I were you: http://www.flickr.com/photos/susieq3c/

I have to go now. I promise to post some more later. Goodbye friends!

That's all, folks!
Nova.

My Donkey Is River Waffle Big Sausage Fat.

Now that that's out of the way...

My social studies teacher pisses me off. Why? During the lesson yesterday (I think it was yesterday) he said that the United States abolishing slavery virtually abolished slavery all over the world. He said that because of us there is no longer slavery. Anywhere. I wanted to punch him in the face. That is so wrong I don't even know where to begin, so I guess I'll start here: http://www.love146.org/ is a perfect example. Love 146 is an organization dedicated to stopping human trafficking. More specifically, child sex slavery.

Wait. What was that?

Did you say slavery? That can't be possible. He said slavery was gone! Well it isn't. While it may be illegal, it's still very much alive today. It's just to big a business to crack down on and eliminate.

The other thing he said though, really just backed up an opinion of mine that I've had for a long time. Americans are self-righteous and self-absorbed jerks. We were talking about the Declaration of Independence and Natural Rights (life, liberty, pursuit of happiness) and he said the reason we have troops stationed all over the world and the reason we are in Iraq is to protect those rights. That just plain angers me. In order to protect ourselves we have to go shove our noses into other people's business? Get over yourself, man! That's just a stupid thing to say. So we aren't in other countries to help them, we're in them to help ourselves. Go die in a whole, selfish people.

I have to go watch Simpsons now. (heh. weird transition)

That's all, folks!
Nova.

#beatcancer

Ebay/Paypal and MillerCoors are donating 1 cent per hashtag of #beatcancer. (On twitter, a hashtag is like a tag for your tweet, identified by #) This annoys me. Yes, cancer is a bad disease, but people are dying of other horrible diseases, too. The only reason people are so concerned with cancer is because it hits close to home. I heard once that "one death is a tragedy, one million is a statistic." That couldn't be more true. People know people with cancer, but no one knows a dying child in Africa who lives on no more than a dollar a day. I'm not saying it's wrong to support cancer research, it's a very worthy cause. All I'm saying is that there are plenty of other worthy causes no one seems to recognize.

That's it. I'm going to go eat some food. Awesome.

See ya,
Nova.

Like I Said Before,

I LOVE being ignored. Really. It's one of my favorite past times, you know. When I wake up in the morning, I think to myself, "I would love to get ignored today. That would be just fantastic." When I go to sleep at night I think to myself, "I hope I get ignored tomorrow!" The thing is though, I don't think I strike people as a person who needs much attention. I think people pass me off as one of those people who can take care of themselves with no outside influence, and while I can take care of myself, I'd like some people to show they care. Why? Because I'm a person, and people need other people. There is a level of interaction that needs to go on that isn't. I do things that I want to have attention brought to, and I want people to see what I can do. One of those things being my pictures. Another being this blog right here. Last but not least, my singing.
I love to sing, and I believe I have a voice. What angers me is when people don't recognize this. Not because someone has a better voice, but because they happen to have an emotional bias. Keep your relationship out of your music. That isn't where it belongs. Just because you are head-over-heels in love with her doesn't mean everything she does is perfect. Now get over yourself and your biases, because if you don't I won't be able to stand for it or you anymore.
And about my blog, I take pride in the mature and rational way I talk. Also the organized way I post and how you can tell I honestly thought this through. But who cares if I have something important to say? As long as people like you more and think you're more interesting.

I have to go to sleep now.

That's all, folks.
Nova.

Tomorrow's Just a Song Away

Song Away by Hockey is this weeks music video of the week this week. It gets replaced tomorrow so be sure to go download while you have the chance. The main reason I mentioned that video though is not because it's a good song (which it is) but because it's so insightful. Or, I really don't know how to describe it. You need to listen to the song to get the full effect. And it's not that I'm completely in love with it, it just hit a nerve. Not really hit, more like brushed. The kind where you turn around to look to see if someone bumped into you. I guess that's it.

In other music related news; I am downloading things like crazy. I think I'm currently up to
Forget and Not Slow Down - Relient K
Swoon - Silversun Pickups
The Bird and the Bee Sides - Relient K
Absence - Paper Route
Plans - Death Cab For Cutie
The Resistance - Muse
Transatlanticism - Death Cab For Cutie
We Have Cause to Be Uneasy - Wild Sweet Orange
I'm really liking all of them, but I think this may just be a music overload, you know? I need time to associate myself properly with all of the songs and records and bands separately. While I have previous relations with some bands, each record is always different. I'll probably be listening to all these albums in a single playlist for a while, though, so I may be able to handle it. Also, I can't forget all the single songs I bought. But I won't mention those.

That seems to be enough for today. I'm going to go take my picture for Reflections.

That's all, folks!
Nova

I Love Being Ignored

Especially by my friends. It's as if I'm not interesting enough for them. And the only time they do pay attention is when i have something they want. Interesting. They're like almost every other person on the planet. I hate that people are so selfish and immature. The immaturity is the worst part. I'd like it better if people were selfish and mature, but it'd be better if people weren't either. The nerve of some people. Which reminds me; yesterday I was getting stuff out of my locker when this girl comes up to me and asks for food. [There is clearly visible food in my locker.] I looked at her and said, "[the box] is empty." That was a lie. Why did I lie? I didn't want to give her food! What on earth was she thinking? This is a girl who blatantly made fun of me in the sixth grade, and now she's asking me for food? Excuse me, but I don't like you. I'm not going to give you food. If I had said that, though, it would've been really mean.

On a lighter note, I'm home sick today and my sister is watching Ni Hao Kai Lan. That show has the cutest animated animals I've ever seen.

Aren't they adorable? You haven't even seen the elephant or the ants yet. I love them. And earlier, I was watching another show with Emily, and it was about animals that had wheels instead of feet. It was called Jungle Junction. It was amazing. Animals with wheel feet. Hahaha!\

That about wraps it up for me. See ya later kids.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

The Science of Silence

Some people annoy me. Most people annoy me. I have no follow-up for that. I have nothing to say today, really, nothing at all. I was told I should post again. Do I need to post everyday? No. So I don't. Mostly because I'm out of clever things to say.

In un-clever news, Brand New Eyes by Paramore came out last week. It's very good. Go out and buy it.

That is the extent of my typing today.

That's all folks,
Nova.

Seriously?

So I began this post serveral weeks ago. It is a rant. Today I felt the need to rant about something again, so I shall finish this post.

Today I experienced the after effects of something I can't stand: gossip. I mean seriously, why can't you stick your face in your own business? What on earth is so interesting about mine? If you have beef with me say it to my face. Don't let me hear it third hand from someone I've talked to maybe 4 or 5 time in my life. Its just not cool. Especially if whatever someone is saying about someone else is bad. Their mistakes and faults are theirs alone. Telling someone that hardly knows them is wrong.

Which brings me to my next point: drama. Is it really necessary? No, it isn't. I actually have a friend who says she FEEDS off drama. Uhm, no. All drama does is tear relationships apart and crush people. To say it's a good thing would be lying. It really just pisses my off. 'Nuff said.

Next on the agenda is immature people and the technology age. Dear teenage children in the digital age, why can't you just talk to each other in person? Don't get me wrong here, I find texting a lot easier than actually talking. BUT. I still love having face-to-face conversations. Which means that I like people to tell me things in person, not post it on a blog or in a chatbox, if you have something to say, say it to my face. Don't post it on facebook then sit back and wait for what's going to happen next. Not cool.

That's about it I suppose. I feel all ranted out. You now know my various opinions. I hope that's why you come to this blog in the first place.

That's all, folks!
Nova

An Inability to Be.

Hello. I haven't posted in a while, so I'll fill you in on me. House was amazing, and by that I mean the season premiere. Right now I'm watching episode #2. It's called Epic Fail. I LOVE it. House is cooking. Cooking!
In other news, my birthday was on Saturday. I got a bass guitar, a CAMERA, and a book about House. Heh. No music though. Which is why I have created a list of CDs I want if you would like to get me one. In the meantime I'm going to go buy a bunch of said CDs.
I think that's all you need to know. I apologize for the short post, but I really have nothing to say. I'll talk to ya when I'm interesting then.

See ya,
Nova

The Best Macaroni I Have Ever Eaten.

mI just ate it. It was crazy good. Why? Unsalted butter. I had never thought there was a use for unsalted butter, but now I do. Normally, when I make macaroni, I put in salted butter. This time, though, I read the box and it said UNsalted. So I did. It was, like the title says, the best macaroni I had ever eaten.

Anyway, onto things of real importance. Actually, I can't really do that because I haven't really thought anything important. I can say, though, that the last few days have been tumultuous. You know this is true because I just used "tumultuous." Haha. I know how to use that word because I used it in my essay in a spurt of geniusness. Go me.

I think that's the end of today's adventure. (for this post, not me. ;] )

See ya,
Nova.

Smilies!

I have a friend, Lee. She has a blog much like mine. She has a Chatbox much like mine. BUT. There is a difference. Her Chatbox has AWESOME smilies. So I asked her how she got them. And she told me. So I now present to you a list of all the commands you can enter into my Chatbox to get NOT LAME smilies!

:)
:lol:
B)
:D
:happy:
:ph43r:
:P
;)
:huh:
:wub:
<_<
:gaspeth:
:gwenstefani:
:duh:
:OMG:
:droool:
:/
:(
:yay:
:lezpaulplz:
:cry:
>:(
:shifty:
:eh:
:blueplaid:
:noway:
:HUGZ!:
:guitar:
:jumpjump:

The only one I kept the same is ;) Quite frankly, the LOBH-version of the winking smiley is weird. FYI, I will NOT tell you which is which. You'll just have to type some into the box and see for yourself.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

Fake Your Own Death

I like that song. I should listen to it more.

Anyway, my cousins are here. Good or bad? I don't quite know. What I do know is that I passed up an oppurtunity to sleep over at my friends house to stay at mine and be with them. I'm confused. I guess it's good, if you take out getting ducks and shoes thrown at me. Hm.

I hide a copy of Mess of Me yesterday! If you're interested in acquiring it go to Peninsula High School in Palos Verdes, California (by long beach) and pick it up in the wall near the bottom of the stairs by room S53. If I were you, I would NOT pass this up. That song is gold.

So, Kentucky Grilled Chicken? I thought it was called KFC. I see a difference there. If I wanted grilled chicken, I would go to El Polo Loco. But I don't want grilled chicken or fried chicken, so I go to neither place. But does KFC's expanded menu options mean they are losing buisness? Ooooooo. Poor KFC. The health food craze must really be getting to them.

I was quoted. www.calgflamez.blogspot.com Czech the most recent post. Go me!

See ya,
Nova.

Days Past

I am back at school. Yes! (Not really. haha) [Well, sorta.] So anyway, I'm at school. For the most part, my schedule is awesome. First thing in the morning I have to head on over to the high school to learn me some French. That's right, French. It's awesome. I love my teacher, and I have one of my best friends in there with me. Next I have science. The teacher is really pretty. Second is dance, which I haven't officially been to yet. I just got switch(foot)ed into there 5th period. Then I have U.S. History. Heh. I LOVE calling it history. It makes me feel so old. Then I get a FREE PERIOD! Right now I'm TAing in one of my teachers from last year's classes. It's so much fun. Fifth: Language Arts Accl. I don't like it. The teacher told us that the only difference between this class and the regular one is that we do more work. It sucks. Finally I have math. The teacher is super nice and fun. I like him.
And THAT is my schedule.

I was going to type about something else but i forgot.
OH!
The search is on! Mess of Me, Switchfoot's new single, is out there! They are hiding copies of it all over the world, and I got one! I plan to hide it tomorrow. If you want a chance at finding it, czech out my twitter in the sidebar at 7 AM PST for the deets. OR go on twitter and search @switchfoot or #messofme for locations in your area. If there are none near you (which I highly doubt) just @reply to them or direct message them or something. I'm sure they'll give you one to go hide somewhere. ;]

That's it for today I do believe. Czech back another day for more updates on me.

That's all, folks!
Nova.

More on Facebook.

So I've done more thinking. This time about texting and IMing. When doing said things, it's hard to know what tone of voice the other person is using. You also can't see their body language. I try to put as much of my tone of voice as I can into what I'm saying. Other people, though, I can't tell as easily. Is that an "ok" ok? Or an "ok!" ok? People should talk to each other on the phone or face-to-face more often. The one problem I find with talking to people on the phone though, are awkward silences. I am DEATHLY afraid of them. It kind of annoys me how afraid of them I are. *sigh*

I'm done for now. I made more video messages today. If you want to watch them, czech out my YouTube. And if you do watch them, you're a creeper. heh.

See ya,
Nova

Hello Hurricane

I love making t-shirts. Mostly it's just tye-die, but today I'm making a Hello Hurricane t-shirt! It's going to be amazingly awesome.

So today I went to Staples. It was pretty fun, considering we were shopping for school supplies. I got a box thing with drawers for me to put all my paper things in that I haven't bothered to throw away. Doing this brought a thought to my mind, "I am a pack rat." That thought is ENTIRELY true. I have every letter my mom has ever sent me at camp, and every manual I've ever gotten at camp. All the way to my very first year I ever went. I need to learn to throw stuff away. My goodness.

Alrighty then. That is all I have to say today. Please enjoy this video I made for my friend Jeanna:

A Bikini, Except on the Internet

Today I had a realization, Facebook is just like wearing a bikini, except it's on the Internet. What do I mean by this? I shall explain. You see, when wearing a bikini, you cover up your most private things and expose everything else at the same time. Facebook is the same way. You tell everyone you're friends with what you're thinking and doing 24 hours a day. How is there any privacy like that? But you still keep your most private information the way it should be, private. It's pretty weird when you think about it. Those random people who go to your school don't need to know what you just ate, where you take your showers, or how you feel about America's Next Top Model. They don't need to see pictures of you on your winter vacation. Sure, your close friends can see things like that and know things like that. But not random people. It's even worse if you don't have your privacy settings set right. For a while I didn't know that anyone could see my profile. Not good.

Ok, that about sums it up. Have a nice night, and pray for the people caught in the fire in Rancho Palos Verdes.

That's all folks!
Nova.

Day Two

My second day back, my, it's good to be home. Today I was going to go on a photo shoot. BUT no one can come. Friday, maybe? I don't think so. Drat. I need to put a chat box on the sidebar. But I feel to lazy. Grrr. I have nothing to tell you. So here's a picture of a puppy, enjoy:

Hello Friends.

As this is my first post officially back on Blogger, I would like to appologize for moving around so much. This is the end. I promise. Anyway, I'll be up with a pretty layout soon. :)

See ya,
Nova.