I'm feeling guilty

I think Darby might blog four times as much as I do, possibly more. But then again, I also feel as though she has actual content to write about, in contrast to my sporadic babbling.

I digress.

Today I tried to do donuts. With 4 wheel drive.

This does not work. Funny, right? Megan Archer and I drove around the parking lot of a church about 100 feet from my neighborhood. We were in her car. Everytime the car began to fishtail, there would be an annoying beeping sound as her smart tires corrected themselves and gripped the slip surface. What a party pooper. Only in lebanon would driving around parking lots be considered a good time, along with spontaneous meals at Frisch's and working on group projects.

But the highlight of my day? Simple. it was after all this excitement, I was sitting in my basement, too full to move. Megan would say she was leaving, but fifteen minutes later she was still stationary. We were sitting in my basement, talking. Our phones didnt have service. The computer was off. Its these minutes that I live for. When time stands still. It's these moments when you're not bound by tights schedules and prior committments. Sometimes I get so caught up in when things are due and where Im supposed to go next that I forget to really take it all in. I've been realizing this a lot lately; I've had a life. A good friend of mine just turned 21. I've gone from dance, to marching band, to musicals, to tennis. Friends and people I've looked up to have graduated and left my life. My big brother went to college. I've grown apart from some people, and closer to others. Some people are just blurs, impacting my life and then so quickly leaving it. Gone. Others seem to stay for awhile, continuing to mold me into my present being. I can think of certain people and pinpoint exactly what their purpose in my life was, how they've helped me, and why they've had to leave. I miss these certain moments, these glimpses I have of my past, wishing I could go back and spend one more day with a certain friend, a certain group of people. Then I realize I just need to sit back and take it one day at a time. Enjoy the people Im with now; I never know how long they'll be there.
On a related note, I hope my friends are never too afraid of what I may think or say to tell me what's on their mind. Though shock may plague my initial reaction, I can't imagine anything coming between the strong friendships I've made. I found out some interesting things about one of my best friends today, but rather than judging her, or thinking less of her, the opposite happened. I'm glad to be in her life, and found some of her stories quite amusing and worthy of praise.

I love the warm fuzzy feeling I have in getting this down on paper... or, on screen rather. I love a lot of things though. In light of Valentines day coming up, I think i might list them. :)

Oreos.
Seriously. I eat them every time of day. The serving size is 2 or 3, (I dont remember which) but I eat at least 5 every time. They must be with milk, and I like them better with the cream inside than seperate.

hot tea.
Mom has a 'hot tea maker.' Most people have a coffee maker; we have a hot tea maker. It really tastes better this way. Im a lipton girl, with truvia please! Although I just tried Earl Gray's Sweet Dreams tea. It didnt make me tired.

my boyfriend.
I feel like this is obvious. Its really annoying that he lives in another school district. We'd be in all the same classes if he lived here. We're going to Alcapoco on friday with Amanda and George! He makes me happy though. Weve been dating for 4 months. :)

The phone call that means school is cancelled.
Even being half a sleep, I conciously hope that the phone ringing is good news for me. Most of the time I'm right. But I never answer; My bed is too comfortable for that.

Academic quiz team.
I am such a nerd. Academic Quiz team is sometimes the highlight of my week. I get so much adrenaline answering trivia questions. It really makes me feel smart when I know the answers.

When my dad cleans off my truck in the morning
I love little acts of kindness, but this is a big one for me. Im always running late in the morning, and when I walk down stairs realizing that I need to go start the car, only to see my keys gone, it is the best feeling imaginable. I hate mornings, cold, and scraping my windshield, my dad takes care of all three.

The sound of a choir singing harmony just right.
We're singing the National Anthem at the game on friday. The arrangement is really dissonent, and when we sing it just right I have to suppress a huge smile. This is why Im in choir but these moments seem to have become few and far in between since the directors change. I still remember almost crying while singing Come on in from the Outside and Iris last year, and the chills I got every time. I really miss that.

Realizing I know exactly who my three best friends are.
One has been my best friend consistantly since the 7th grade. She knows its her 'duty' to be there for me, to protect me, and to cheer me up. One has been here less than a year. (Shes probably reading this right now) We both need eachother for different reasons, but we know the other is there if we ever need to reach out. The third has been my best friend multiple times in my life. We were close because of band, but then I made things difficult. We've gotten back to that really close status recently. I cant believe we ever grew apart. Shes the person who can make me laugh more so than anyone else. ever.
My brother.
I got a voice mail from him today. He didnt want to make phone calls for Buckeyethon, so he called me instead. I about died. I really miss him at college, but we've developed a happy medium of contact. I love when he tells me about his life at college, and hes a major reason as to why I want to go to OSU. Im always striving to achieve like he does.
Stuffed animals
Theres a penguin right next to me. Its from thing number 3. What a dork.


That my dad likes kid television.
we watched both Ella Enchanted and the Princess Diaries 2 in the past week. I occasionally walk in on him watching Hannah Montana. But his favorite show is iCarly. He likes the character Sam; He thinks shes funny.

sleep.
Thats my way of saying Im tired. I hope I hear that phone call in the morning!

-Kels

The price of creativity

Today I spent almost 200 dollars at Joann Fabrics.

Granted, I bought 21 yards of fabric about 100,000 beads, 6 spools of thread, and a zippper. I still spent the abserd ammount of $190 dollars, WITH having several 40% off 1 item coupons and 15% off of everything else. Thus, this is the price I pay for a unique, one of the kind, hand beaded prom dress and a design of my own creation. However, I would be no where without three very important people: My mother, Connie Miller, and Bunny Brooks.
First of all, my mother is paying for me to take sewing lessons because she knows just how much I've loved sewing since I started to make doll clothes at age six. Secondly, she's kept me in budget, in line, and making the right choices. I now have a massive amount of chiffon, satin, and lining in the color "blue radiance" which compliments my skin color, and makes my indecisive eyes just the right shade.
The second person I have to thank is Mrs. Connie Miller, who has dealt with my sewing mistakes, my indecisiveness, and my moments of stupidity. Because of her, I have a pattern for a dress exactly how I want it, with the fitting and design tweeked to perfection. A circle skirt instead of princess seams, a lower back, a butterfly, all of this has been her doing. In the coming weeks I will be making my creation a reality, with the careful guidance of her.
Lastly, I have to thank Mrs. Bunny Brooks, who is my College life skills teacher, my mother's good friend, and a major part in my fabric purchases. She met me at Joann's today in her spare time and used her teacher discount on my purchase. She also got the cashier to let us use 3 40% off coupons instead of just one. She claimed we were "doing a school project" (hey, its a strech!) and continued to chat with the cashier, her knitting teacher, as she casually got her way. Being a home-ec major, she also was able to make sure I took necessary precautions: getting all my fabric off the same bolt, copying down washing instructions, getting extra thread (a color darker!) and advising me to pre-wash my fabric. During this adventure, I also got to hear many upon many stories of Lebanon in the Brooks/Pomeroy era, circa 1970-1973, as she and my mother reminisced about school. I love living in a small town.
At last, This is my support group, the three women I know will be watching over me as I embark on my quest for the perfect prom dress; They'll keep me on track to making a breathtaking masterpiece of satin and chiffon... I hope.

Did I mention I'm entering a contest?

-Kels

Can I throw it against the wall?

Darby just told me that I "havent written in 8000 hours" or something like that. So I will complain here, as it is 11:44 at night and I'm about to fly off the handle. Here is why:

My cell phone deleted my contacts. Again.

I'll be honest. I have problems with cell phones. The first one I ever had, I busted with my butt by sitting on it. The second one I had I did multiple things to. I busted the screen a month after getting it while at a Jonas Brothers concert. After a myriad of drops, slips, oops, and whatnots, it had ended up missing a panel on the side, 3 keys, had a crack in the other, and the back had to be taped on. Annoyed by this, I went to best buy and spent an absurd amount of money on an outdated sidekick. (Hey, it had a keyboard!) I thought that its larg size and sturdy feel would mean I wouldnt be able to destroy it. Sadly, by getting it at Best Buy, I fell prey to the fact that it doesnt work correctly with our cell phone plan. In a nutshell, it deletes everything saved on it periodically.

After all my contacted being deleted for what seemed like the twenty third time, I decided I needed to be proactive. I dug out my old phone in all its missing-part glory. I then found my mother's identical phone. (Incidentally, she sent hers through the wash, making it not work either.) Taking the best of both phones, I constructed a new one. It has the shell of my mother's, but the guts of mine.

Somehow it knew. This phone has a personality. And it doesn't like me. I got the stupid thing together, breaking 2/3rds of my fingernails in the process. Grinning in my success, I turned the phone on. The first time I did so, it froze. The second time it decided to not allow me to use any buttons. The third time I couldnt open up a blank text messages. One time it just didnt turn on.

I was so frustrated I came within inches of throwing it against my wall. (I decided against this; I like my wall too much) I contemplated defensenstrating it. Or maybe running it over with my '97 Ford Pick up. I finally decided to leave it in peace while I wrote this blog about it.

I just got it to work, this very moment as I type this sentence.
My reward? All my old text messages from a year ago are still on here. I love to save old text messages. I just dug up flirtacious text messages from 3 guys. (Darby, you know them. Remind me to show you some.)

Sadly, I must be one of those teenagers that can't live without her phone for a day. But, alas, Im extremely glad to have this tiny phone back. Maybe this time it won't self destruct.

G'night.
-Kels