Another Birthday

Happy belated birthday, Sara! I know, it was over a week ago, but you're my favorite sister, and I love you. I really miss you, and can’t wait to see your smile, shortness, and blondness once again (“What’s served with the spaghetti and meatball plate?”).

Look at her nice teeth

The wind was blowing our hair in our mouths

You sneezed right when this photo was taken



You made such a good “Baby”

-B

Greetings

It is 11:54 p.m. on a Sunday night (Sunday, SUNDAY!) and I’m filled with a variety of edible things. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. I’m here to talk about the weather, believe it or not (at least for a bit). It’s cloudy, windy, and rainy – my favorite type of weather. It makes me just want to wrap up in Eman’s blanket (which turned out not to be his blanket, after all, but that’s another story) and read a good novel. But since I DON’T have a good novel, I’ve decided to post! But I really don’t know what to say. I haven’t blogged since July something, and I hear nothing coming to mind…except for…the Mexican radio. Why is that even on? Don’t ask me. I was thinking earlier today of an excuse why I haven’t been posting as much as I should. I came up with a few good ones: I shouldn’t need to write down what my days consist of, and definitely not what I’m thinking, in public. If you want to know, ask me personally. If I don’t want to answer you…well, we’ll think of a solution to that later. See, it all works out beautifully, I mean, these 52 posts are all rated G! And you wouldn’t think Trina and I were able to do that, would you? That’s why we always say “you learn something new every day!”

Something to lighten the mood:
-Heidi

Birthday Surprise: 17 is Sweeter than 16

Today’s the last hour of my beloved 17th birthday. Last night at 12:00, I went to bed with the confidence that I was indeed 17. Nothing could harm me. I was proved wrong, as 2 hours later, I awoke (for reasons of hunger), and was greeted by 2 beady cockroach eyes. FREAKED me out, and naturally I didn’t want to go back to sleep, which gave me time to think (after I got a bowl of rocky-road ice-cream) about this special day. Most of the thoughts being centered around the cockroach, and what God was trying to tell me through it. By the end of my pondering, I didn’t know anymore than I did before it showed up. What a night. Finally, my fear resided as I felt sleep envelop my senses. Zzzzzz….

8 hours later: I woke to mother walking in my room with birthday presents (which I knew included chocolate, as I checked the night before :D), so I couldn’t just go back to sleep. No way. I opened the gift bag, and therein was an awesome purse, black with silver handles, dark chocolate chip cookies, lindt dark chocolate truffles, and a pink, flower-shaped candle. I became so engrossed in the chocolates (story of my life) I forgot to drink my customary pint of water prior to breakfast! Finally, I tumbled out of bed and made myself coffee…and ate more cookies. Hunger satisfied, we drove to the library to pick out a movie. I couldn’t decide whether Grease or Devil Wears Prada sounded better. I still don’t, but I picked Devil Wears Prada because I’ve never seen it before. And I still don’t know if it’s good or not, because Josh took me to the theatres. Oh, and before I forget: Trina, I will not forget you didn’t remember my birthday, after knowing each other half our lives. “Well, you didn’t tell me…” LOL I didn’t think I’d have to. Well, I was wrong. But I guess I deserved it, as I forgot your last birthday too. And under the circumstances it was, I think I’m the worse friend out of the 2 of us…

December 18:
Phebe: Time to sing happy birthday!
Heidi: For WHO?”

Honestly Trina, I have no idea how I forgot that, because that’s what I went over for! I’m truly sorry, but I will laugh at that for the rest of my life. 2 best friends, forgetting eachother’s birthdays. All I can say is we're getting pretty close to that age where short term memory loss starts interfering.

Photos. While we waited for the movie to start, Josh and I walked around, and I took photos of him in front of some posters.

Josh: I look good. I mean really good (I'm not trying to make him sound vain, he REALLY said that).

And I have no idea what this one is, but he said he was supposed to be smothering some woman's face...?

-Heidi

I THINK I WOULD KNOW IF MY BEST FRIEND WAS IN MY ROOM!

So it's four in the morning and there's loud snoring noises coming form unidentified characters in in this haunted house I'm staying in. Last night I tried to escape...only to find that weights weren't the only thing I couldn't lift...

But before I ask you if your crying yet or on your knees in desperate prayer for me let me take you to the beginning of a young teens present situation.
The other day...while I was just minding my own business...

...I received a letter from my counselor...(like why does everyone think I have problems?)...

Well it didn't say much, just that I am to be on lock down for three weeks, for my own good. To help my soul replenish and my spirit flourish. They even gave this event a name...something something T.P. Like what was I suppose to think, I have plenty of toilet pater, and if its more I need well the house down the road has some...so naturally I went after it...but there was nothing natural about it.

The house swallowed me and now my mental assignments that previously had a deadline will just have to wait.

-Trina

Bake, Baking, Baked

Once upon a time, two girls blissfully (much too blissfully) baked chocolate chip cookies. These girl’s names were Tkrina and HighD.

Tkrina, more than happy to be alive and well:

Who paid for that floor? Not me!

Don't mess with Texans.

HighD, showing off the works of her hands (and looking quite disgusting, if I may say so):

Do you want cookies? Then you should've made some!

-HighD and Tkrina

"No Life, Without Wife"

We love this movie...and we love you. We really need to make this blog private.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61lE_8YNnCI

-Heidi and Trina

Happy Valentine's Day

So cliché, but what do you expect, "Happy Halloween"? Sorry, only Mindy and I can say that on W. Jefferson St., standing on crates, waving mops about our heads, and throwing rocks at passerbys, when it was REALLY New Years. That was a really fun time, by the way. Well, I do hope your day was filled with lots of chocolate, roses, and the color red! I know mine wasn't. Actually, everything BUT the red. I almost accidentally picked out a red shirt to wear today, but remembered it was Valentine's Day and it would be terribly gay to wear one just like everyone else. Hash. Uh I meant to say “haha". Happy Valentine’s Day.

-Heidi

Just Like Old Times

Haaaa these are so great. Jules, you were such a mental case, wearing Walter's clothes ("OMG he's so hot! Do you know his brother? Is he hot too?!?" WHO IS SHE? WHAT'S HER NAME? BRAZIL? NEPAL? LOL

-Heidi

A New Post

So for school today I had to write a story about a visit to a diversity, which is an old, old wooden ship used in the Civil War era. Haha actually, no. Enough rambling, because my stomach’s rumbling, and I must eat. I had to write about the discovery of some ancient pottery, a homeless child surviving on the streets in a large city, an idea of my own, or a visit to an old, abandoned house. I chose the visit to an old, abandoned house. I’ve never visited one myself, so I just made one up. Only read if you have time to kill. Which I’m sure you do, or else you wouldn’t be on this blog in the first place! Either that, you are my loyal friend, or think I will be hurt if I think you don’t want to keep up with the random happenings of my life. Did you ever expect me to put a story meant for school on here? I couldn’t say myself, because I’ve never thought of it. Anything is possible. Read on, if you please. PLEASE! – No pressure.

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While walking up the steps at twilight into the daunting building that was once a dwelling place to persons who are dead now, and which is now supposed to be haunted, I rummage through my handbag for a flashlight, to see through the soon-to-be darkness. I’m doing the very thing I’ve told myself and others would be the last thing I do – going into a haunted house. Truest thing I’ve ever said. My friends think it great fun to raid Victorian houses, most of the time because they have valuable objects, just waiting to be found, and other times because they think there’s nothing better to do, which is probably quite accurate in their miserable case. And when I refused, they gave me the label, quisling, and said in order to stay with them, I have to do what they say. And if I don’t, I become a fugitive. While lost in my pensive state, I don’t realize I have walked through the door already, of which my closest friend holds open for me, with a pathetic look on her face that says “I can’t do anything about it”. “Oh, thanks.” I say sarcastically. Little do I know, this will be the last time I see her. The others look queerly at me, as if half expecting me to run away. Presently, she closes the door, and I am alone. I stand still for a few moments, only breathing, to recollect my thoughts. I am to find an ornate locket of immense value that is rumored to have been hidden here sometime in the 1800’s. This is not to be a baleful event, but one which I receive my well earned respect from my “friends”. In thinking this, I experience an acute pain in the back of my head for a fraction of a second. I remember no more.

-Heidi...of course

Happenings

Half the day has disappeared, yet it feels like morning. I started this wretched day with a strong cup of Brazilian coffee, an egg, and an English muffin. This time of day is the time you will find me in my most pleasant state. Firstly, because I'm in a very good mood after having my coffee (though a few minutes before you may find me in a most horrid mood from being woken up from my sleep), and secondly, I have not yet started my school, so the…pollutants from it have not begun their mischief among my brain cells. This may sound strange to you, but since when was I concerned about what you think? Now on to a lighter subject: Yesterday was a teen activity, which consisted of Trina's mother getting upset with us for a variety of reasons, none of them being, though SHOULD be: Trina and I messing up food during cooking class (nothing new), getting lost, Jacob (a.k.a Jack) and I eating the whole kitchen, me being traumatized at the thought of having to write a short story, taking refuge (claiming I wrote it, rather) under Jacob's ("The Old Grouch"). ANYWAY, enough explaining unsystematic* happenings for today. I’ll try and keep you updated on my rousing* and electrifying* vida*!

*unsystematic: CHECK YOUR DICTIONARY!

*rousing: CHECK YOUR ANTONYM BOOK! (yes, I really DO mean antonym book, even though they don’t exist.)

*electrifying: GO STAND BY A TREE IN A STORM AND I’LL SHOW YOU! Haha no, no, I don’t mean that. Check your antonym book. They really should make one of those.

*vida: Uhh go rent a Spanish dictionary, cause I don’t even know what that means.

P.S. I thought this was funny:

-Heidi

Frank Iero & Gerard Way...Wannabes

Cheers, friends. I'm on the verge of starvation. Not literally, though, thank God.

Anyway, here are some photos of Juliet and I, pretending to be Frank Iero and Gerard Way: (Pitiful, isn't it?)





Frank Iero

Gerard Way

-Heidi

Frank Iero's Got A Pedophile Beard!!!

...And a black eye, I think.

And let's not forget he also has a 'there's-gotta-be-something-wrong-with-that-guy' hat

He's really keeping up with the styles of our times!

-Heidi

Happy New Year!