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So this is my new LJ.
I used to not LJ. For like a month or something. But I really missed having a journal where I could try to make my life sound like as much of a story as possible. Not having a journal has caused me not to think.
When I was eleven, I went through a dog book and wrote down the dog breeds that I wanted. I wanted thirty one dogs, and I didn't get a single one of them.
I love llamas. It's kind of weird, actually. But they're so cool! There was a black llama named Tina on Napoleon Dynamite. Napoleon Dynamite wasn't quite as great as I had expected it to be. I mean, it was funny if you like to laugh at other people's expense. But there was really no plot. I had expected Napoleon to overcome some evil in any shape or form, but he didn't. It was just...him...being a nerd. Funny, but not interesting.
I have a chinchilla named Mrs. B. She's way cool and she's a year old. She's not a pet, though. She's like a child to me. I love her so much and she's so spoiled. But I don't care cause at least she's happy. She's so full of life and energy. I wish I could be more like her. It's so sad that people make coats out of chinchillas. I'm glad that I saved Mrs. B from having to live that nightmare.
I have a dog named Sandy. She's twelve years old and I love her to death. I've grown up with her, and I still remember the day that we went to go get her. My mom wanted the Lhasa Apso but I wanted a big sheepdog. Needless to say, we got the Lhasa. But I love her so much. She sleeps with me at night and takes naps with me during the day. And she still thinks she's a puppy.
I have a fish named Bill. He's been dying for about a year. Every now and then he'll kind of...float to the top of his water. But when I tap on the glass he starts freaking out and swims around. I don't really know what's wrong with him. He's kind of starting to get on my nerves. I wish he would just die already. But I still take care of him because part of me hopes that he'll feel better and then everything will be okay and we'll hold hands and skip around the park together.
I have a Venus fly trap named Stuart. Earlier this summer I went to New Mexico, so I got my friend Jack to take care of them. When I came back, they were...dying...badly. And ever since then they just haven't been the same. I'm trying to nurse them back to health though.
I have a cactus egg named Henry. Henry is still a baby. Henry is so exciting to watch. He grows fast! He's starting to get little spikes, but he doesn't really look like a cactus yet. How exciting :)
And me? I like to knit and crochet. I like to read. Right now I'm reading a book called Fast Food Nation and it's really good. It's about all the crap that goes into our food. I'm a nice person. I do homeschool so that I can go out in service with the pioneers during the week. It's a lot of fun. There's two guys in our congregation who do homeschool too. One of them is six months younger than me and the other is three months older than me. So we get along pretty well. I have one study. Well, two if you want to count each person. I read from the new Great Teacher book to these two little girls who are six and eight. They're so cute. I also go to two nursing homes and read to those people, but that's not my study, it's Laurie's. Laurie is the pioneer that I go out with everyday. She picks me up at my house and we're so alike it's crazy. Although she is in her forties. But still, we're a lot alike. It's nice having someone who's so much like me because I can look at her and realize that everything will turn out okay for me. Or at least that it can. I can't say that everything WILL turn out okay because all I can do is try, but that doesn't secure everything.
My parents are divorced. My mom is a Witness (I live with her) and my dad is Baptist. He makes me go to church with him and I hate it so much. I sleep through the sermon now. The past couple of weeks he hasn't made me go, so finally he's giving up. Or at least I hope so. He hasn't taken the news about all my decisions very well. Poor guy, I know he wants what's best for me, but the only thing is that he doesn't know what's best.
And now I'm going to go crochet. Bye!
I used to not LJ. For like a month or something. But I really missed having a journal where I could try to make my life sound like as much of a story as possible. Not having a journal has caused me not to think.
When I was eleven, I went through a dog book and wrote down the dog breeds that I wanted. I wanted thirty one dogs, and I didn't get a single one of them.
I love llamas. It's kind of weird, actually. But they're so cool! There was a black llama named Tina on Napoleon Dynamite. Napoleon Dynamite wasn't quite as great as I had expected it to be. I mean, it was funny if you like to laugh at other people's expense. But there was really no plot. I had expected Napoleon to overcome some evil in any shape or form, but he didn't. It was just...him...being a nerd. Funny, but not interesting.
I have a chinchilla named Mrs. B. She's way cool and she's a year old. She's not a pet, though. She's like a child to me. I love her so much and she's so spoiled. But I don't care cause at least she's happy. She's so full of life and energy. I wish I could be more like her. It's so sad that people make coats out of chinchillas. I'm glad that I saved Mrs. B from having to live that nightmare.
I have a dog named Sandy. She's twelve years old and I love her to death. I've grown up with her, and I still remember the day that we went to go get her. My mom wanted the Lhasa Apso but I wanted a big sheepdog. Needless to say, we got the Lhasa. But I love her so much. She sleeps with me at night and takes naps with me during the day. And she still thinks she's a puppy.
I have a fish named Bill. He's been dying for about a year. Every now and then he'll kind of...float to the top of his water. But when I tap on the glass he starts freaking out and swims around. I don't really know what's wrong with him. He's kind of starting to get on my nerves. I wish he would just die already. But I still take care of him because part of me hopes that he'll feel better and then everything will be okay and we'll hold hands and skip around the park together.
I have a Venus fly trap named Stuart. Earlier this summer I went to New Mexico, so I got my friend Jack to take care of them. When I came back, they were...dying...badly. And ever since then they just haven't been the same. I'm trying to nurse them back to health though.
I have a cactus egg named Henry. Henry is still a baby. Henry is so exciting to watch. He grows fast! He's starting to get little spikes, but he doesn't really look like a cactus yet. How exciting :)
And me? I like to knit and crochet. I like to read. Right now I'm reading a book called Fast Food Nation and it's really good. It's about all the crap that goes into our food. I'm a nice person. I do homeschool so that I can go out in service with the pioneers during the week. It's a lot of fun. There's two guys in our congregation who do homeschool too. One of them is six months younger than me and the other is three months older than me. So we get along pretty well. I have one study. Well, two if you want to count each person. I read from the new Great Teacher book to these two little girls who are six and eight. They're so cute. I also go to two nursing homes and read to those people, but that's not my study, it's Laurie's. Laurie is the pioneer that I go out with everyday. She picks me up at my house and we're so alike it's crazy. Although she is in her forties. But still, we're a lot alike. It's nice having someone who's so much like me because I can look at her and realize that everything will turn out okay for me. Or at least that it can. I can't say that everything WILL turn out okay because all I can do is try, but that doesn't secure everything.
My parents are divorced. My mom is a Witness (I live with her) and my dad is Baptist. He makes me go to church with him and I hate it so much. I sleep through the sermon now. The past couple of weeks he hasn't made me go, so finally he's giving up. Or at least I hope so. He hasn't taken the news about all my decisions very well. Poor guy, I know he wants what's best for me, but the only thing is that he doesn't know what's best.
And now I'm going to go crochet. Bye!