Monday, June 29, 2009

Lost Dog! Reward!

So the other day, Steph's dog Boaz was out an about at night, and in the morning before the Steph's family went to church, Bo Puppy was gone. I'll post a pic, any information leading to his recovery will be rewarded. Not even kidding. Here's a picture of him:I'm, like, totally dead serious about this, if you know Steph personally and you have information, or if you just have information, email me. I can be reached at
Thank you all for your cooperation.

In other news, Kendra Logan posted a quiz, and I love filling out quizzes, so I filled this out:
1. What is your favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni.
2. If you could be anything for a day, what would it be? A bird. Just stay away from hunting grounds and cats and I would be okay.
3. What is your favorite boy's name? Japeth, closely followed by Isaiah, Noah, and Elijah.
4. What would you be willing to eat for 10,000 dollars? Anything except live spiders. I. Hate. Spiders.
5. What mythical creature would you want to be? Uh...toughy. I'd say a hobbit. Nobody bugs hobbits unless they posess a certain ring.
6. You have a weakness for...? Jenn.
7. If you had one day left to live, how would you live it? Trying to stop my death. Unless it was cancer, then I'd go sit next to my sister's grave and have a picnic with the Langlys.
8. Your favorite author is...? Cory Doctorow. He wrote Little Brother. It's such a man book.
9. Are you good with violence in movies? YES. I love violent movies. (^-^)
10. Are you a good liar? Depends on who I'm lying to. Sasha and Jenn always can catch me. Everyone else? Not so much.
11. What is your favorite fast-food restaurant? Qdoba.
12. Do you have any siblings? I have one biological sister that died, Vi, and one foster-sis, Jenn.
13. If so, do you get along with them? Most of the time.
14. Who's your favorite Disney movie villain? Um. I never watched Disney movies as a kid. (But Jenn just said that we're watching Beauty and the Beast. Tonight.)
15. Who's your favorite Disney movie prince? Jenn told me to say Prince Edward from Enchanted. *knuckle in mouth* "GUH-ZELLE!!"
16. You're a sucker for...? Jenn...
17. What time are you usually in bed by (in the summertime)? Past midnight.

*portal to my world*

President Stone (again, my world) has issued that should TBII get any worse that the government will confinscate all children under the age of eighteen and keep them in safe, sterile facilities (coughlabwhitecough) until they can control the disease and create a vacine so no more children will be lost. Like, we'd be held in cells. Dear, God.
Iraqi scientist Dr. Abrahem Al-Salaib will be in charge of the medicine despersed to all of the children infected or at risk of TBII.
Does anyone else think that's pretty fishy sounding? Some dude from Iraq, geez.

*portal back* Jenn and I have been trying to figure out what my geneology is, and we've gotten so far as figuring out what my mom was. I know she was half Mexican, so that would make me a fourth. I know she's a fourth German, and a fourth Swedish.
Now, Jenn thinks that I must be a half Arabic or something because of the way I look. Only my hair is streight, not wavy. So huh.


Live today, see you tomorrow,


Sunday, June 21, 2009

Wassup, Guys?

I don't really have a lot to say except that the "n" button on my keyboard is sticky and won't type until you've pressed it, like, ten million times. Ugh.
And what happened to my followers? I used to have 35, now 32? Geez, you guys are dropping like flies. Invite your friends, peeps, if you think they'd be interested.
Oh, how do you all like the backround music? Steph's learning the cello part. We're all so proud.

And Kendra wanted a picture of Steph's eye? Here you go, they're grey, but you can't really tell in this picture. They kind of reflect any color put in front of them. In this case, blue.

Today is Father's Day, so I guess I could remanise on my father and the one that's filling in for the empty spot. dad. I would say he is doing a pretty sucky job. Like, I haven't seen him in years. Seven (almost eight) years, to be exact. It's kind of hard to imagine what a father could be like. I grew up with him never being there, having only the picture on the wall in my mom's room to remember him by. My mom really loved him, but I don't think he loved her back. They fought a lot when he came home, and he went to prison for physical assult charges for two years after I turned five. He drank a lot, was drunk all the time, carelessly spent money, all kinds of crap.
(This next part my mother told me this when I was nine and she explained the miricle of life (>_<)) : When my mom told him that she was pregnant with his baby (again), he'd yelled at her demanding why she was with another man while he was gone. He said there was no possible way that it was his. And then when my sister was born, he acted like a baby girl was the worst thing that had ever happened to him (being he was from somewhere in the middle east). I was the only reason he'd stayed when my mom had me, but now he was furious. He left the next morning after her birth and didn't come back for a year and a half. When he did he begged my mom for forgiveness so she'd take him back in again (probably because he was broke), which she did. He stayed for three and a half more years, coming and going as he pleased -- gone sometimes for months -- and then finally left again when I was seven. He never came back. My mom said that she'd kicked him out, but I think he really just went back to Israel, or wherever he came from. Two years later, my sister was diagnosed with cancer, and my mom couldn't pay medical or house bills anymore, so we went into foster care so that someone else -- someone more responsible -- could take care of us. I haven't seen my mom since then.
I was nine years old.
Now five years later, I have a great family that I'm staying with. A family that loves me and wants me.
Blake is a great dad. We go golfing and with Jenn we play football in the backyard. We sometimes go fishing in the pond behind our house and just talk about guy things. He's told me that he loves me, and he wishes that he'd had a son like me for a long time, and now he does. He says that he's proud of what I do with my music, my guitar, my voice. He likes my personality, and he thinks I'm a good guy for his daughter, just the guy that he'd hoped she'd have.
What I've learned is that my father, the biological one, wasn't my dad. Blake is what I've always yearned for, that sort of fatherly love. I couldn't ask for more.
Happy Father's Day, Blake. Thank you.
Your son,