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So, last night I saw Transporter 3 with Albert and Zack, and I gotta say, it was one good freaking movie. I really enjoyed it, even though I haven’t even seen the previous two. I’m thinking about watching those two after I post this, so that’ll give me something to do when I get bored one day. My plan was to blog about the movie, but I really don’t want to give away the ending or even the base of it, because the movie was good and I suggest you just go see it for yourself. I think I’m going to watch Casino Royale tonight and maybe go see the new James Bond movie later, mayybe. I’m not sure who would wanna see it, maybe Kayla. Anyways..uhm, what else. Oh, last night…it was fun. Yeah, thats that. Annnd, so, Thanksgiving Break is basically over because tomorrow I’m back to school :-/

I didn’t even get to see Joe Emde this week, ::sigh:: Oh well, we have Christmas Break. At least I got to see Olivia, Brendan, Allie, and Albert, though! That was nice. Anyways, hope everyone’s Thanksgiving Break was fabulous((:

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So it’s 2:33am and I just got home, and realized, “shit, I didn’t blog”, so I figured I’d write my blog for today, the 29th, about the 28th.

So, pretending it’s the 28th:

I didn’t go to bed until 4am last night and then woke up at 8am to go shopping with my mom at Coddingtown Mall and the Santa Rosa Plaza. We got some stuff, but I don’t get any of it until Christmas, which is chill. And, we also got all Dylan’s stuff done and some of Allie’s. Oh, and I got Albert something, too. Anyways, then I went home, and then Allie decided she wanted to go out shopping so we did…back to the Santa Rosa Plaza for us, yay. Anyways, we also got some stuff, which was pretty cool, I must say.

Then, I was going to go to the SV Mustangs Playoff Football game, but Allie and I kind of has a car crisis, so, Brendan, Olivia, Kelson, Albert, Nick, Allie, Zack, and I all went to dinner, where we spent way too much money on food. I didn’t eat cause I wasn’t hungry, but the water was great…? Other than the fact that I had to pee 5 times within 2 hours, which was weird.

Anyways, then we went back to Brendan’s house and chilled there, and then off the Sam’s we went. Then I drove Zack and Albert home, and Albert thought I was going to crash because I looked sleepy. Good news, I didn’t. I was like “Grr, I’m gonna kill him” because he said something, but then I figured he just didn’t want me to die in a car crash or something, so I guess he was right.

But now I’m tired, and I’m going to sleep because I’m soooo tired. Ugh

So, today is obviously Thanksgiving, so, like every year, my family (Mom, Dad, Allie, Dylan and I) all go to my Grandma’s house with Grandma, Stacey, and this year, Demetrius. So, at the moment, grandma is cutting the turkey with Allie and Stacey’s help whike Dylan, Dad, and Demetrius are watching football. What men. Earlier, we played Fact or Crap, which was pretty fun, I watched to Dallas game, and then we also took Christmas pictures. Oh, and my mom stabbed me with a pencil to the point of blood, how kind.

Anyways, I decided that when I’m older and I have to send out Christmas cards with my children’s photos, I am going to buy 12 dolls and pretend they are all real children that I adopted. It’s a plan.

Uhh, so yeah, Happy Thanksgiving!

So, my Tuesday night was wicked fun, actually. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It began with me getting ready and heading down to the garage where I sat in my car talking to Albert about what to do. Then I realized how much cool stuff there is in my garage, so I packed some super cool stuff into my trunk, including bubble wrap, pink boxing gloves, headsets, darts, dartboard, dinosaur thing, and other stuff, too! Even though this had nothing to do with our evening, I figured at least it’ll be in there when Reina and I are in need of entertainment. Anyways, then Kayla and Marisa called and we decided to meet downtown. We went into Powells Candy Shop where I got Albert, Kayla, Marisa, Dylan, and I all candy. Yum, yum, in my tum. Then we decided to go on a car ride, so I drove Kayla and Marisa to the back of the bowling alley. I got out of the car and ran down a hill to go find old bowling pins, but I was not successful in my quest. While I was searching, Kayla hopped into the drivers seat and drove my car away. It was then that I decided I’d go into the bowling alley and scope out all the hot guys (AKA: the old men wearing stinky bowling shoes.) Kayla parked and joined me in the bowling alley as we just sat there while I drank my water. Then, we met up with Zack and Albert and decided we should go to Safeway then go chill on the roof of Sonoma Mountain School. Brilliant idea, I must say. We got bread and Rockstars at the store and then off to Sonoma Mountain we went. It was actually reallllllly fun and I liked it, minus almost peeing my pants. Ha.

Good times, good times.

Because he remains himself day in and day out; because he always knows what to do; because he changed my diapers and cleaned up my vomit without question; because he is color blind and thinks purple is green; because he is 48-years-old and still can’t do his own laundry; because of that serious, intimidating, police officer voice that I hear while he’s on the phone; because of the stupid jokes no one but him would come up with; because he actually laughs at those jokes; because of that small bald spot on the back of his head that gave himself the nickname, “Spot”; because every night I  hear him scream “Your dead meat!” as he tackles my 7-year-old brother; because that little boy is the only person he is capable of tackling; because he “can’t even open the can”; because he’s been in the police force for over 20 years, and isn’t hardcore enough to get shot; because the only time he’s been shot was in a hunting accident; becuase he wouldn’t let me watch Zena: Warrior Princess as a child; because he follows my mom around of weekends because he has nothing better to do; because he still doesn’t understand a computer; because some crackwhore bitched about him on YouTube for arresting her; because he makes better food than my mom, and would never tell her I said that; because of the wity comebacks; because if you get stuck in a car with him for over 2 hours, he won’t stop talking about Johnny Cash; because the puts up living with three women; because I’ll never be embarassed of him;  because I could write another twelve pages about him if I wanted to; because he is a great deal more than an essay. Kevin Cashman was a slim man of medium height with brown hair, but that has flipped a 180. But he is my dad and I love him, not because I’m forced to, not because I’m related to him, just because I do. Oh, and because if you google his name, a picture of him will actually pop up. He’s pretttty popular, no bigg deal.

So, awhile back, Allie told me to read this series of books by Stephanie Meyer about vampire love, basically. I figured I’d make her happy and just read it, so I did, but the book was actually really good! I fell in love with it for a couple months and then got over it, ya know. Then I went to the book signing at a local bookstore, which was also really cool. That was when I realized how lame I was…the girls at this book signing were FREAKS, and I didn’t enjoy it at all. A few months later, a previous for Twilight was shown to me by Bridget Gavin. I was excited at first, but as the movie seemed to gain popularity along with the books, the less and less I wanted to see the movie.

But, I gave in, I saw the movie last night with Reina, and it actually wasn’t half bad. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the book much much more, and the movie seemed rushed, but DAYYYYMN, whoever the hell played Edward…Oh boy. The movie was pretty hot, I must say.  Oh, it’s not worth $9.50 though, go see a day-time show.

 I wrote this in like…September, but Expository Writing, and I swear to God I’m posted it on my blog before, but I couldn’t find it, so I’m posting it again. Also, I just didn’t feel like writing today, so I went through some old files until I an essay I had previously written, tehe.

              Throughout my life, I have been on more than enough car rides, road trips, drives to the mall, whatever you’d like to call ‘em. Each one tends to enclose a different, exhilarating adventure, but I can only imagine what a road trip with Mr. Blasser might contain.

                Our day would start off in Government, sixth period. As he would lecture, he would pace back and forth in front of the class, occasionally writing a word or two on the board. Usually this word would be completely random and not useful at all, such as “Amendment” or “Art. 4” and sometimes even “the”. There is no purpose to writing words like this down, but at least he’s made an effort to write three letters on the board. Good job, Mr. B!

                After class, we’d bond while listening to soft 70’s rock, including Carly Simon’s, Your So Vein, Carl Douglas’, Kung Fu Fighting, and of course, Neil Diamond’s Greatest Hits. I’d casually insult his horrible taste in “elevator” music as we would plan to attend the volleyball game after school. Now, I’ve been playing volleyball since 7^th grade, and well, Mr. Blasser has been a huge fan of mine ever since. Now and then, he’ll ask for updates on the current season, but on this particular day, he’ll ask for a ride to the game, and of course, kissing ass and hoping for a higher Government grade, I’ll offer to drive him.

                After school, we’d hope into my conversable, red Volkswagen beetle, and on this hot day, I’d choose to put the top down. Upon starting the car, the music would begin blaring as I left it, but the song would not be Mr. Blasser’s typical elevator music. The song playing would be The Bloodhound Gang’s one hit wonder, The Bad Touch. From that moment on, things might get awkward.

                I’d quickly push the skip button, and we’d enjoy some good ‘ol Cher. As I would belch out the lyrics to “I Got You Babe”, and “If I Could Turn Back Time”, Mr. Blasser would act casual, probably thinking about the stock market, and wishing he brought his newspaper to catch up on the latest reports on McCain and Obama. After a couple more 80’s hits, Sublime’s hit, Caress Me Down, would begin to play. Being one of my personal favorites, I would refuse to skip this song, leaving Mr. Blasser in shock.

                After decided turning off the music was the best idea, we’d make small talk, probably including volleyball, my sister, Allie, and maybe some recent movies coming out. Of course I find it completely unfair that I have to pay full price for a movie, while Mr. Blasser gets a discount for being a senior citizen. He sure doesn’t act like a 60-year-old man.

                Yes, Bob Blasser is actually 60-years-old as of this year, but he barely looks it. As I would observe him while driving in my convertible, I would notice his white grey hair blowing in the wind like the ocean dragging the waves away from shore. His glasses would lay gently on his nose as he would squint his eyes due to the bright, dazzling sun on the horizon. The small tint of color on his beard would leave me entranced. I’d contemplate while at the stop light what color it was. Upon deciding this portion of hair was light brown, I’d return to driving.

So this past weekend, I went to a Phenomenauts show, as I have previously stated. Now, the Phenomenauts are a pretty good band…well, they were, who often play at the local Petaluma theater known as The Phoenix.

The first time I went to this theater was actually a Phenomenauts show, and I was impressed with the place so much. It had a stage, lighting, space, ramps, couches, and the walls were covered in graffiti. But now, I have a completely different view of the place. I am about to completely bash the shithole and pretty much everyone who goes there, so if you don’t feel like reading about me bitching and complaining, dont read this.

So, on Saturday, November 14th, around 7:15pm to go pick up Reina. We went straight downtown and got out of the car to meet two friends, Mark, and Jesse. Upon arriving, I ran into my friend, Chris, as well. We hung out outside of the Phoenix for about 45 minutes until we finally went in. The worst part about this place is outside. There are teenagers and adults sitting, standing, and laying down outside smoking cigarettes, weed, and drinking. Now, I don’t mind the smell of weed or anything, and drinking is whatever, but I hate, hate hate, cigarettes. I hate the idea, the smell, the the…the everything. This is only one reason why I hate this place- I get smoke blown into my face every direction I look. Anyways, upon going inside, I noticed all the crap everywhere. But then, I went upstairs to use the bathroom. It smelled like vomit. I could not handle it.

Now, usually I won’t go around bashing something, I’ll try to get used to it, or not talk about it, but it’s to the point where I despise it. It’s also the people, in a sense. It’s all these teenagers who think their life sucks, they think they are so original or different. They’re just sooo hardcore and badass and I’m sick of it. If your life sucks so much, don’t go around spending money on cigarettes and drugs, do something valuable with your time. And it’s not “badass” to smoke weed and drink…really. Then again, if this is “you” and its “who you are”, I’d love to see you 20 years from now, with kids and a family.

And, colored hair is getting old. Pink hair and a tu-tu doesn’t make you different anymore.

Sorry if I hurt your feelings, kids.

So I had nothing really interesting happen today, other than Danielle grabbing my boobs for a good 30 seconds, so I’m going to write about Joe Emde, cause I miss him very much, and he’s my one of my favoritest persons in the whole wide world.

So, I met Joe as a sophomore or freshman, through Kelsey Joyce sort of. I didn’t really know him, but I knew who he was and yada yada ya. But last year, junior year, Joe and I bonded over Chemistry class with Mrs. Cavalin. That’s when I discovered what a cool dude he was, for many different reasons. He gives a killer massage, smells amazing, is a total hardass and a big teddy bear (: Joe also does war reenactments and is pretttty Republican, which I love. Joe was also my prom date last year, and boy oh boy were we one hot couple. He drove his Porshe which was also totally sexy. Currently, Joe goes to the University of San Francisco and even though it’s super close, I have yet to visit him. He also has two pugs, Jack and Finnigan I believe are their names. They hump everything…

Now, I have a lot of summer memories with Joseph including fugitive games, paintballing for my first time, Taco Bell runs, and you know, just chilling. But I’ll never forget Patrick’s birthday with Joe. Basically, the night before Patrick’s birthday, the three of us went to Alex DeCarli’s house and they taught me how to load and shoot a gun. Of course, Patrick was an ass and thought I was retarded, but Joe taught me pretty well. We didn’t shoot anything, being as it was 11pm and hella dark, but still t’was fun. Then we went on a nice little…car ride, I guess you could say. Joe and Alex sat in the front of this “car” thing laughing at me and Patrick in the back. Sharp turns, no trail, plants in our faces, me falling all over…talk about a good time, haha. Oooh, wow, that was so fun. ::sigh::

So, Joseph Emde, if you are reading this, get your ass back to Petaluma for Thanksgiving Break and we’re gonna go do it again, but you’ll be in the back of that car-truck thing this time. Muahahah. :D

I wubbb jooo thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much, :pp

So Allie and her friend from Davis, Beenes, came back on Friday, so I hung out with them downtown for awhile on Friday. Then I went to San Francisco to pick up Albert, who I knew was sick, but didn’t think it was too bad. We chilled for awhile and then drove back to Petaluma. We didn’t really do much all weekend, because, well, little Albie’s sick, ya see. So we sat around, watched some Scrubs and stuff. On Saturday night I went to the Phoenix for a concert. The band playing was The Phenomenauts. I used to be obsessed with them, but it seems like…well, they suck balls now. I had an okay time though, I mean, Reina, Jesse, Chris, and Mark kept me entertained. Oh, and Allie and Beenes went, too!

Oh, and guess who else? My ex-boyfriend, William. I kind of expected him to be there, being as a couple of my friends have talked him and he’s bragged about his Phoenix-going experiences and how he gets “sooo high”, but whatever.  Ughh yucko. He’s suppose to be going to southern California soon, thank God.

Anyways, Albert is really actually pretty sick, which obviously sucks. So, Albert, I hope you feel better soon.  Muah!