LOST

Was awesome! That's all I can say. It was sooooo awesome!!! There was a cliffhanger though. That's a problem. Claire left Aaron in the jungle and disappeared with an apparition of her dad somewhere. I hope she's not gone for good.
Moby is so mean. He stayed up after we prayed at 5:30 to do his schoolwork, and he didn't even tell me!!! So he's only got 2 hours of school left!!! And I've gotta work until 3!
This weekend is going to be hard. I wish somebody would invite me to their house. I'm tired of being cooped up in this house all day. With only my parents and siblings to talk too. That's really the only reason I want to go back to school. Because I'm tired of all this. Being stuck in the house, not getting to see any friends, not having any teachers teach me stuff. I liked going to school. It was fun. I like switching classes and taking notes and buying school supplies and having lockers. It's fun. Most people think I'm crazy for it, but I do. I'm one of those people who enjoys organizing stuff.
I only had one year of middle school. So I'm not really all experienced with switching classes and stuff. At least I'll have some friends. Or maybe everybody will hate me. I'm trying to decide whether I should go to school, have friends, and get a bad education, or stay home, have no friends, and get a good education.
Anybody got any suggestions on what to write about? I'm stuck. I hate writing this blog. There's nothing at all to write about in it. My life is boring; nobody wants to hear about that. I don't even think anybody, save my parents, actually reads this stupid blog. There's nothing interesting whatsoever about it.
Two minutes left. Luckily. And luckily it's Friday. So that I don't have to do this until next Monday. And then I only have to do it for four weeks more. Then I can disown this unsatisfying blog. And never come back to it. EVER.
Time to go. Bye. No, I'm not going to say bye enthusiastically. Just bye. Bye...

Life

...Is annoying. Well, it usually is. Last night sure wasn't, although they killed off one of my favorite characters on Lost. Sure she wasn't all important, but I'd hoped to learn more about her. And she had my name. It's not FAIR!!! Evil Keamy.
Sham is pregnant!!!!! She went into heat about three days ago, and she's been courting these two orange toms for awhile. So I guess we're guaranteed some orange kittens. One of the cats has a pudgy bulldog-like face. It's really crazy. I guess all tomcats look like that, but his was the biggest. I can't wait for the kittens. In June, not quite the heat of summer, but still hot, Sham will be a mommy pussycat.
Sham is still quite small. Apparently she got rejected by her mom, so we can see why. She was most likely the runt of the litter, and the runt usually dies, but somebody rescued her. So now she's a small adult cat, 9 months, give or take.
Luckily today is Friday. That means that as soon as I'm done with my work, I can go play Star Wars Battlefront. I finally beat the droids on Galactic Conquest. Moby was right. Clones suck against droids. But I conquered!!! Next it's stormtroopers against rebels.
This weekend we're cleaning my room. Not that I'm not happy about that. It's just that I don't want to do it. I want someone else to do it for me. I know, I'm lazy. It's just that it's not my fault that the room is dirty. But whenever the people who DID make the mess clean it up, it doesn't get clean AT ALL! *cough* Maryam. *cough* Iman.
My dad wants me to design a cargo container house. I have it all planned out, but now he wants me to put it into SketchUp, and I'm still not used to the program yet. I'll figure something out though.
*sniffle* I still can't believe they killed off Alex on Lost. My mom said she wasn't all that important, but I liked her. She was more like a plane person than an Other. She was so nice.
I wonder what it would be like to act in a TV show that you really liked, and then get a call saying that your character got killed off. That'd be heartbreaking, especially if you liked acting in it. But in Lost, at least you can come back for flashbacks and such.
Time to go. At 3:30, I'm done with my work. Yay!! Bye!

A Tape Dispenser

Yes, I know it's a tape dispenser. I don't know why I took a picture of it, but oh well, who cares?! Maybe I should use it as an example of life.
Every roll of tape is made in a factory, packed in a box, then packed in a bigger box, shipped to a store, Staples or Walmart or wherever, and then they are bought, taken home, put in a dispenser, used up, and then the roll is thrown away. How is this an example of life, you ask? Well, you'll notice that I didn't say A ROLL OF TAPE. That's because all tape ends up in the same place. The trash. Or recycling. Or wherever. But think about people. We're all born, grow up, get married, have kids, and die. That's the natural way, but in between all these stages, we have choices that we make. Whether it's about religion, or marriage, or school, or running away, we all have choices to make, which result in things. A roll of tape, it has no choice. It's guaranteed to go into a tape dispenser, unless whoever bought it doesn't have one, but you get the point, hopefully. That's why people and inanimate objects are so different. People have choices. Many choices.
Like right now, I have the choice to stop writing, but here's what I risk from doing that:
-My dad getting mad at me
-My MOM getting mad at me
-Having to write more later, when I could be writing songs or playing outside.
-And getting mad at my perfectionist self because I get mad when everything is so different from everything else.
So out of those four things, I'd prefer not to go through with any of them, so I keep writing. That's life.
Now say that someone wants to skip public school for a day because they want to go shopping at the mall. Here's what they risk:
-Getting caught and sent to school anyway
-Getting a mark on your record
-Having extra homework the next day because you didn't come
-Going to detention if you don't have a good excuse for being absent
-Your parents grounding you
So you see, isn't it better to just wait for the weekend, instead of risking all these things? I mean, there is a chance that none of them will happen, but that's very slim, unless you're an absolutely wonderful skipper.
And do you get my point now? A roll of tape doesn't have choices and consequences. That's what makes us so unique. And if we do good things, chances are we'll get good things in return. Sure life can be hard, but hey, that's the way it works. You know what my motto is?
IF YOU WANT TO LIVE LIFE, THEN IT'S WORTH LIVING