Me? Scary?

So get this. Today somebody told me I'm "scary." Yeah, really. What prompted them to say this? Well, I was talking and laughing and being loud. Yep, that's right. I was being myself. And apparently that's "scary." Hahahaha. Yeah, funny. But somewhat sad....hmmm...

Thursday is the Seminary BBQ. Everyone should go. It's going to be lots of fun. Even if you're not in summer seminary, come anyway. If you have summer school, come after school. It's going to be fun, and the more people, the better. :D :D

Well, that's it for now. It's short, but oh well..
*corky*

Selfish?

Man, I gotta find something else to say other than "Good Morning." Ok, here's your assignment. Find me a new way to say good morning, and then leave a comment to tell me what it is! And if no one comments, then I will know that no one reads my blog, and that Thatcher was lying when he said that people were desperate to read anything. :D Yay for me.

Alright, on to more serious things. So there's this guy in my neighborhood. My mom told me last Sunday that he had found out that he had leukemia, and the doctors said he only had 2 weeks to live. So, if the doctors are right, then at this point he has only a little more than a week to live. Guys...this guy is fourteen. He's just a little boy, really. He's never going to get his drivers license, or take a girl to prom. Not if what the doctors said is true. He'll never be able to experience so many things. How unfair is that? And here I am, perfectly content with my life. Not worrying about anything, just playing my way through life. And it bothers me that I'm worried about what I'm having for breakfast, and here's this kid. And he's worried about whether or not he'll still be alive for breakfast. So does this make me selfish? Is it bad that I'm happy with my life, and that I don't have to worry about things like this kid does? Another thing....I never really knew this kid, but at the same time, I disliked him. You see, he was really good friends with another guy who lives around the corner from me. When I was in 4th grade, this guy said something that really hurt my feelings. I guess I was still holding onto that 4th grade grudge. Even tho the first kid did nothing wrong, he hung out with someone I didn't like, and I judged him for that. I know, I know. I'm horrible. 'Don't judge a book by it's cover.' Blah, blah, blah. That's the way it goes, tho. And now I feel bad about all of that. I feel bad that this kid and his family has to go through so much when my family doesn't really have any problems...

So yeah, that's my rant. Oh, and the Jobless Juniors club is still searching for sponsors, if anyone wants to volunteer...

*corky*

Why is the Rum ALWAYS Gone?!

I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest again last night. That movie gets better every time you see it. The only thing I didn't like was the girl sitting behind me. Apparently she REALLY likes Johnny Depp. Every time he was on screen, she giggled. And it's not like she was quietly containing her giggles. NO. It was a full out giggle fest every time Captain Jack Sparrow was on the screen. And when he's one of the STARS of the movie, he's on screen a lot. Talk about obnoxious teenage girls. Other than that, it was great. I'm not going to go into any detail about the movie, because I realize some people haven't seen it yet. Lots of good jokes, lots of good action, lots of...pirate stuff. :D It's a great movie, and I'll leave it at that.

This week has been pretty much awesome. Monday we went swimming, Tuesday we hung out at my house and Tania's house, Wednesday we went to the park, Thursday we went to Iceberg. And I think I'm going swimming again today. Oh, plus frisbee tonight. I'm probably going to that, too.

Umm...anybody up for a study group for history? The homework is gonna be boring, but it has to be better if you're not doing it alone. Lemme know if anyone is interested....

Oh, everyone go see Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat at the Murray Park Amphitheater. It runs from July 27-August 2, at 8 pm. Alan is going to be in it. It should be pretty good.

Uhhh....anything else?

Oh yeah, me and Tessie have started a club. It's called the Jobless Juniors Club. Our main goal is to find nice people with lots of money who want to donate to our cause. What's our cause? Umm...well, mainly to be able to go out and do things without asking our stingy parents for money. Anyone wanna donate? Any takers? Anyone at all? Oh, well. Let me know. And let me know if you wanna join, I'll run it by Tessie. ;)

And I think that's about it for now.
See ya!
*corky*

Slightly Pink

Good Morning!! I decided to go swimming yesterday, so I called a bunch of people to see if they could come. Jaron, Peter, Levi, Thatcher, and Kyle came. 5 guys and me. It was fun. :D Everyone else either a) didn't answer their phones or b) just didn't come. Lamewads. Annnyway, we were there for 4 hours and during that time I got slightly burned. Ok, so I got really burned. My shoulders, the back of my neck, and my face are pretty pink. But one good thing about me, is that this burn will turn to tan by tomorrow. Boo-ya. lol.

Anyway, Summer seminary today. It's going to be good, even though half of you won't be there because you're going to frisbee. But I forgive you. This time. ;)

Oh! Good CD alert! I just borrowed a few CD's from my aunts. One of them is Rascal Flatts by Rascal Flatts. It's their first CD, and I really like it! Very good stuff. The other CD is called My Private Nation, and it's by Train. Also very good. It has great songs like Get To Me and Calling All Angels. Yay for music. :D

Umm....what else? Oh yeah! Nope, I got nothin'.

Ima go get ready for seminary. Yay seminary!
*corky*

Quick, Read This!!

Everyone should read Jaron's newest post on his happy blog. It's good. And I agree with all of it. POTC2 is awesome. I encourage everyone to go see it. And stay through the credits. The movie isn't over until the credits are done. Plus, there might be a little surprise. :D lol.

Annnnnnnnnnnyway...
Read this:

She sighed and pushed her dark hair out of her brown eyes. It stubbornly fell right back into place. Why was she feeling this way? Why couldn’t she write? She tapped her pen impatiently on the fresh notebook in front of her. Blank. She used to love blank notebooks. It meant lots of words, just waiting for her to arrange them into witty and elegant little sentences and paragraphs. Eventually she could turn them into something worth reading. Usually the story filled her mind to the brim, spilling out in black and blue ink. Now, nothing. She was blank. How long could this possibly last? She was already frustrated, and she had only been sitting there for an hour. She didn’t have even one idea or brainwave. She stood and walked to her balcony window, picking up her steaming mug of hot chocolate on the way. “Juvenile,” she thought. But she’d tried coffee. It was too bitter. No, she’d stick with the sweet, thick taste of chocolate. The rain was coming down hard, now. The lightning flashed and thunder beat a deep drum through the thick, dark clouds. She opened the glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony. Rain. She inhaled deeply, and sighed again. She loved it. She stood there, letting the wet air frizz her hair, and the rain drops mingle with the tears that were now silently running down her cheeks. She knew that if she just stood there, no one would be able to tell that she was crying. Water dripped into her hot chocolate, she didn’t care. It was probably cold by now anyway. Cold. She stood there, getting wet, feeling cold. But the cold was not only around her. It was in her. Because, in reality, she knew why she couldn’t write. It all began and ended in one word. Him. He had waltzed into her life two years earlier, when she was a budding author. Full of ideas, and full of life. She hadn’t expected to meet anyone. She had loved him, and he had taken from her the one thing he knew that she could not live without. Her ability to write.

Lemme know what you think. Be honest, k?
*corky*

What A Week

Yo. I'm Gangsta. lol. Moving on...

I went to Frisbee Friday. Except this week it was Frisbee Thursday. It was lots o' fun. I might even go again sometime. A bunch of people were there. I didn't actually play :D haha, I'm a loser. But I watched, and talked. And it was waaay fun. Tania and I were sharing a Gatorade. I like Gatorade, but for some reason it was waay too sugary for us that night. So when it was half way gone, we filled it to the top with water. Still too sugary. So we poured the "Waterade" into James and Levi's waterbottle. Without telling them. Then we watched and laughed as they both drank, expecting water but getting watery orange Gatorade. Ahh, good times. Needless to say, it was good fun.

Friday. Another good day. I decided that I wanted to go swimming. So I called EVERYONE. They were all busy, of course. Except for Wilenys. She came to Cabanna Club with me, and we swam for about 2 hours. Swimming is fun, and refreshing. Especially on days that reach 104, or some equally hot temperature. So, after swimming, my dad came and picked us up, and then took us to 711 for slurpees. Neither of us really felt like a slurpee, tho. So we both got donuts. Then we went back to my house, made sandwiches, and talked. Around 6:30 we took Wilenys home. At 7:30, we picked her up again, and went to Eric's house for movies. Also tons of fun. We watched The Italian Job, which is an AMAZING movie. Returned home at about 11.

Saturday. We went to Logan. Yes, again. I love Logan. Don't ask why, I just do. We visited my grandparents for awhile, and ended up getting home around 9. My mom decided we needed bread and milk, and not wanting to shop on a Sunday, we went to get some. I drove. Good job Corky. :D And now I am here, writing this. Lots of fun, I'm tellin' ya.

Sorry to bore you so much. I'll get better, I just need to find something a little more exciting to write about. I'm working on it...

*corky*

It's Gonna Be A Good Day

Hello All. Yes, I am a follower. Yes, friends convinced me to start a blog. We'll see how this works out. :D It could be fun. :D I just got home from summer seminary about a half an hour ago. It was super great, we talked about missionaries. It was an awesome lesson, and Bro. Leatherwood was the one teaching. He was awesome. Let me tell you, I was doubtful that I was going to like the new sem. teachers. I mean, I knew they were awesome, they're seminary teachers!! But...they always look so serious. I require teachers with a sense of humor. But I think it's all going to be good. Moral of the story is, summer seminary is good. Don't be a slacker, go to summer seminary.

Why is it always that as soon as I'm babysitting, my sisters decide to have screaming matches?! I'm telling you, my mother owes me big time for this one. Bailey is freaking out because Jasey ripped a tag off of her new t-shirt. That's right, the one my dad brought home from France. Now, it's not really even a big deal. The shirt doesn't have a hole in it, and we can cut the rest of the tag out. But Bailey is still freaking out. *Sigh* Anyone want a little sister? I can hear Thatcher laughing already. First one tries to run away, now I'm trying to give them away. My family puts the "fun" in Dis-fun-ctional. That's right.

Annnnnnnyways...I better run and prevent a murder. See ya.
*corky*