War is not the answer.

Give me a moment while I write down some stuff for memories...

• Got a new book today. Actually, like 50 new books today. The one that stands out to me the most is the one by Rush Limbaugh. "The Way Things Ought To Be." I don't know why, I just want to read it really bad. 
• I'm wearing shorts and two tanks. I'm enveloped by the smell of spaghetti. Mom's in the kitchen making it. 
• I wore my panda bear hat today. 
• Mom likes the tam I made. 
• Dad lifted it and complimented my knitting. I crocheted it. 
• I just got done stretching. Although it sounds like nothing, I can almost touch the top of the entertainment center with my toes while laying the opposite way. Not a big deal to you, but I have rods in my back that are screwed in. It's tough for me. 
• I'm getting better at running, though it'd be cool if mom and dad would let me have the running thing in my room, so I don't have to do it clumsily around anyone else. No, it's not a treadmill, though a treadmill would be nice... and easier. 
• Gavin acts like he's mentally retarded. Talking like a girl. Never finishing sentences. "Hungry gavin hungry." Nope, doesn't count as a sentence. He's 8 years old. He needs to quit acting like such a baby and grow up. 
• Amanda has something against the words "I love you." I said it to someone the other day and she said it was nothing but "empty words said to someone half across the country." They live a state away. I'm sorry she's never felt anything like that, but maybe if she got up before 3 pm and went outside sometime, she'd find it. 
• Listening to Let Love Bleed Red by Sleeping With Sirens. My new favorite song, actually. Should be for a while. I really like it. Reminds me of the person I told that I love them. Who is it? Well, I could be mean and tell you i's none of your business, like it is, of course. Instead I'll tell you thins. the person I love is the person I love. Doesn't matter who they are, I love them. 

Now to what I was going to write this about...


I don't see why people seem to care more about someone else's marriage but their own. It was proven that more then half of the people who mentioned something about how "fags ruin marriages" were cheating on their wives. I feel like their marriage was ruined by their own stupidity, not by someone else getting married to someone they actually love. Also on abortion, it was proven that 100% of the men who voted for/against it will never have one. Hmm. Funny the way that works, isn't it?
Before I go off on a rant, I'll end this. 
Thanks for reading, pleasure to meet you. 

I'm probably going to start like... blogging. Haha. I just need to let some stuff out.

So, as I sit here, listening to We Are The In Crowd, I think about where my life is going. I mean, I've always wanted to open my own cupcake shop, but maybe that's not what's best for me. I want to open a beanie shop, I even have the website done, but my mom wont take me to get a bank account. She doesn't want to take me because in order to open an account, I'd have to have 50 dollars ready to put into it, but I'm currently broke, so I'd have to borrow it from my parents. Of course I'd be sure to hurry up and sell a bunch of beanies so that I could pay them back quickly. I already have a bunch of people interested, and I could show my parents that I can be responsible, unlike my brother and sister, with money. I'd be able to save up for college and whatever I needed, and I wouldn't just blow it on buying new clothes from the mall. I mean, yea. Going shopping for clothes sounds awesome. We never go shopping for clothes unless we absolutely need them, and even then we only get what we absolutely need. Heck, I wouldn't even buy a car with it. That's not even something I'm worried about. I JUST need 50 bucks so I can open the bank account I need to start my business. I wish she would just let me borrow it. I'm not even going to spend it. I just need to put it into a safe account, I WONT EVEN HOLD ONTO IT, and then take it back out once I make 50 bucks. It's not that hard considering I have tons of people excited and willing to buy more then one. If I don't open a bank account soon, I'm just going to say screw it and give them all away. I wont even care, I'll just give them to whomever wants them. After all, I didn't buy the yarn. She did. I even plan on helping out around the house with the money I'd make. Seriously. There's no way she could lose. I'd finally have friends. For once. I'm so freaking lonely here and I hate it. There's no one to go to with my problems. Heck, last time I tried to tell dad about something, he said that everything I've been through had taken a toll on me, and it might be a good idea to talk to a Psychiatrist or something. Of course. I'm psycho. I get it dad, thanks. I'll just go talk to someone who knows absolutely NOTHING about me and pretend like they'll fill the emptiness for me. Such intelligent input, I'm glad you threw it out there. 
Just let me show you how responsible I really am, and I will.