Two Hundred

I've started a couple posts recently, but haven't uploaded them because my last post was my 199th published post and I wanted 200 to be something special. I finally decided to write something and get it over with. So without further adieu, I give you my

For those of you who've been reading since the beginning, I thank you. We've been through a lot together here on the blog. You were with me when I used to talk about boys and how stupid they were. When I went on my trip to Australia you eagerly anticipated the days when I'd post pictures. Hey, remember when I created my 101 things to do in 1001 days? It's over now and I think I may have gotten like, half of them done...  And oh my gosh! You were there when I went on my first date with Joe (!) back when I called him Johnny.

There are so many memorable moments. I'm just going to put a bunch of labels at the bottom of this blog post and you can feel free to browse through them at your own leisure. 

Thanks for reading everyone! And here's to another

I don't plan on ending this thing any time soon, so I'm sure we'll get to 400 :) Who's with me?

I'm Lame

Sometimes it baffles me that I have any friends because I am such a dork.

Last night I dug up my journal from when I was 15 and I must say I am slightly embarrassed for myself back then. All I ever talked about was boys! And I didn't even hang out with any, I just admired from afar. Was I a creeper? Heck yes I was.

I had a crush on my seminary teacher's son back in grade 10, and looking back on the entries I wrote about him, I'm pretty sure he didn't even know I existed - or care for that matter. Yet, I knew almost everything about him, even where he lived. Like I said, I was such a creep! (the key word being was, I have changed since then)

Nowadays, I have lots of guy friends that I actually hang out with and don't fall in love with them because they have nice hair or something lame like that. I would defeinitely say that I have learned to control my emotions. And the novelty of boys has totally worn off.

But on Sunday, I got a hug from the love of my life. I actually think that we might, like, totally get married someday because we are obviously soul mates. I mean, a boy doesn't hug you unless he loves you, right? Right?? o.O

That Little Man with the Fro and Short-Shorts Stole My Moves!

Last night I went to a birfday party and I had lots of fun. Not that I'm bragging or anything... But I bet you didn't dance to a Richard Simmons workout video last night, did you?

I did. And surprisingly, I enjoyed myself. The birfday boy had used his birfday powers to make everyone participate, so I was not alone. At first I thought it was totally lame and prayed that no one was videoing me. But then I noticed that some of the dance moves we were doing are the same ones that I do. Birfday boy's mom even complimented me on my dance skillz - which I'm not so sure I should be proud of anymore...

But when you think about it, I'd never watched a Richard Simmons video until last night, so how could I have stolen lil Richie's dance moves? Therefore, the only conclusion that can be made is that he stole them from me! Furthermore, since he stole my moves and made tons of money off of them, I should get a cut of his profits.

Does anyone know a really good lawyer that I can borrow?

The Darndest Things

I was babysitting a little girl named Lily last night and she told me the cutest thing!

Lily: You know, boys shouldn't mess with girls.

Me: Oh? Why's that?

Lily: Because we can kill them. We eat our vegetables so we are big and strong.

I think I've eaten a few too many vegetables...

Brotherly (and Sisterly) Love

I have an announcement to make, Ahem:

Me and my brothers are idiots.

Usually I reserve the title of idiot for my brothers only, but I am now including myself in that category. I pity my mother when she has to take us out in public.

Allow me to introduce the bros:

The oldest of the two is TiJ. 17, moody, easily bored, sarcastic beyond belief. He is usually the instigator and also the scapegoat. He's a good kid though.

The younger is called Keanu. 14, goofy, mischievous, lots of energy. Like my father, you can't believe a single word he says. He's a good kid though.

When we are teamed together, someone usually gets hurt. Or we break something. The usual target of our antics is our youngest sister, Maile. If we weren't able to get such good reactions out of her, we would probably never bother her.

Maile is the most dramatic 9 year old you will ever meet. She's also a reeeaaaalllly good actress. All of her teachers and leaders love her to bits saying that she's such a good little girl. I have no idea how she can switch from psycho, demon-child to sweet little girl, but she does. I bet she's got a potion like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and we're all stuck with Hyde-Maile at home while everybody else gets to meet Jekyll-Maile.

Even though my siblings are all a bunch of misfits, I must say I love them. They definitely make life interesting. And just think, in 17 day's time, we will be spending 24/7 together in a foreign country with relatives crazier than we are. Let's hope Australia has insurance...

My Future's Going Down the Crapper

The past three days have been pretty good. On Monday I improved my chess skills and got some FHE planning done with my Superpa and the other Mas and Pas. On Tuesday I met a boy after institute and hung out with my dad for the afternoon. Today I went driving with my grampa and he said that I drive well, hooray!

Yesterday my cousin was showing me a notebook she bought from the Calgary Zoo and it was so cool! The coolest thing about this notebook is that it was made out of elephant dung. Kinda gross if you think too hard about it, but I found it so fascinating. I was definitly nerding out. Wouldn't it be funny if I ditched my dreams of becoming a pharmacist to go study poop? That'd be an interesting conversation.

"So what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a scatologist*."

"That sounds interesting, what is that?"

"I study poop."

" . . . Oh that's - nice."

"Actually, it kind of stinks" (snicker, snicker)

It would also be a great way off putting off a guy that I'm not interested in... I'll be saving that for someone - special.


* Scatology is the study of feces. A scatologist is a person who studies feces. And feces is a fancy name for poop.