I need a list.

Tonight I watched Julie and Julia... Terrible movie.

Though, I love the idea that Julie, I believe it was, decided she needed an escape by cooking. I, at first, thought she was an idiot. I almost got up to sit in the kitchen and look for deer.

Then I got to thinking...

"What order do I have in my life?"

None.

I just kind of go with the flow and land where ever I run out of gas.

Many people would frown on that way of life. Possibly because it can get so hectic and stressful.

I laughed at the thought of my family truly being organized.

Of course, it was during the sad part when Julie's husband left her.... I'm glad grandpa had gone downstairs and everybody was so into the movie.

So, as it turns out, I want to do something different with my blog.

Like anybody really reads it. Ha.

I'm going to TRY and be more focused and into the world than I have been.

Those that know me probably know what I'm talking about.

They've seen me stare blankly or make other plans when I absolutely MUST be somewhere.

Terrible stress.

I also want to get more things done.

I want my bathroom finished, I want to bring my grades up as much as possible, I want to work...

Bah.

What am I saying? Maybe I'm just tired or something...

Though, it is true and I think about it a lot.

What it would be like to have my bathroom finished.... I would never have to leave my room unless for school or band. It would be my sanctum and I would be able to put a rug down or maybe have some candles... YES!!

What about my grades? I've never gotten below a B-, I don't think... At least, not that I recall... I would love to get them up... Shoot, if I get that bathroom done and get some candles, I wouldn't mind studying so much.

Well... I have no dead line... I'm on vacation. Or, so I think...

Chicago bound...

Later this week, I'll be going to Chicago with my brother and grandpa.

I'm very excited... I'm also stressed out of my mind.

Mostly over band.

I've missed EVERY sectional this summer because I've been out of town or the weather wouldn't allow. I feel terrible for not knowing my music by now.

On top of that by the time I get back, I would have missed a day or so of band camp.

So not only do I not know my music, but I'll be behind on the sets.

Let it be known, I haven't forgot anything, it just isn't possible for me to be there when I need to be there...

*sob*

You're a weirdie.

My orthodontist : Dr. Lawrence told me I would be getting my braces off the next appointment... Somehow I feel it's just because he is ready to get rid of me after 30 months of treatment.

It doesn't hurt my feelings. I'm ready to get them off, but Dr. Bergdoll had a lot more patience with me and my 'rebellious' attitude toward wearing rubber bands.

He is also bald.

Weirdo.

Driving

If you failed to read the blog posts from the past, I'll be turning 16 in about 6 months.

I must add, I'm excited.

Not only does it mean I'm another year older, but it means I get the car and possibly the freedom to go to different places.

Well, for the past few weeks, we've had my uncle Matt's Lexus.

I LOVE that car.

It has such easy steering, the break works wonderfully, and it has a sun roof.

It was fantastic.

BUT Red, (see pictures below) is much, MUCH older.

So that means that his breaks and steering aren't as good as the Lexus's.

I'm not complaining. I love my car. It has so much personality and I can see myself driving it until I can afford to get another car. Preferably a SUV.

Though, I'm off topic of which I originally wished to discuss.

Driving.

Today, while I was driving Red down I-20, I fell into some road hypnotism.

I missed my exit. Oops.

I also sped.

A lot.

Like I was pushing 85-90 in a 70 zone... Thank goodness for cruise control.

I also have come to notice that I make 'friends' while I'm driving.

Like, when cars get into little groups... I like to call them speed gangs... Because that's just how I see them. They are always together and always passing each other.

But, when all of the speed gangers pass quickly and continue on their merry way, there is usually always a little car left behind.

That is my friend.

That's when I watch them... Carefully.

If they speed up, I get paranoid and think the speed went up and that I need to go faster.

If they slow down, I get paranoid again and think that they know something that I don't and I slow down.

Though, it is basically the same when it comes to people I'M passing.

If I pass them quickly, I think they know something I don't and I address my speed.

If I pass them slowly, I think everybody behind me is evil for riding my bumper.

Then there is something about minivans that just humor me.

They just seem to pose some kind of competition.

Example: I'm driving down the free way going at a decent pace, but I do not know the limit.

Then I'm passed by a minivan.

"OHHHHHHH!!! Oh no! Nu uh! I don't think so! I was just freaking passed by a minivan, Ma!"

"Well, Shell, that is because you aren't going the limit."

"But a MINIVAN! Minivans aren't meant to pass people. That's what sports cars are for."

I fall into a mini spaz attack and I feel I MUST pass them. No matter what the cost... But usually, I don't.

And I continue at my normal cruise control set speed... Smiling on the inside, but a burning rage to speed and pass on the inside.

Though, it's unsafe and I'll never let my competitive side get the better of me.

Oh, and another thing that jumps out at me while I'm driving: Turn signals that flash WAY faster than normal. It just makes me think the car is a piece of junk and it's a BMW.

I hate BMW's by the way... But that's a story for another time.

I win!

Yesterday, I woke up and I thought, 'I'm tired of this room. I hate the color and it just makes it look dirty. I'm going to do something about it.'

I did just that.

I moved all my furniture off the wall.

Well most of it.

And I vacuumed.

To sum it up, I worked endlessly.

Then I knew I had to get it done soon if I wanted to return from Chicago in a beautiful bedroom.

So I texted everybody and said I would be doing the painting the next day.

Which is today, if you think about it.

And all but one replied and made it.

It was fun.

Now, my room is clean and I received a COFFEE TOFFEE TWISTED FROSTY.

But, I still have to move the furniture back.

I still win.

Lo and behold!

I've been reading a lot off of Stephan Pastis' blog.

I find myself quietly chuckling to myself.

It isn't until later that I notice the funny looks my family gives me when they walk by.

Then I think "What would Stephan do?"

"What a bunch of weirdos."

If you're the bird, then I'm the worm. :D

Today, my aunt, uncle, and their two kids will be joining us at the mountains.

To add to the excitement of having them here, I got to make two beds and do laundry.

Don't take it as me being mean. I loved doing it. I truly enjoyed making beds to the original music from Owl City. It was kind of like a breather. A break from my vacation... doing work. Ha ha. I guess it just gave me a sense of being home. *laughs at the thought of ACTUALLY making my bed at home.*

Though, I'm supposed to be on vacation, I'm sick and tired of sitting on my butt watching medical shows. I want to get out more, but I don't want to walk the dog. It's already sad enough I get winded walking up the hill from Lady Slipper Lane. It makes me feel fatter than I know I really am.

I guess the whole point of this is that I'm ready to buckle down and get busy doing something productive.

Well... I think the drier is done!