Damn BBC

Took my videos down. I need to lead a revolt. They took away Robin Hood, they killed Ianto, and now they denied me The Libertines. REVOLT! REVOLT! Stupid BBC, well I have a message for you! You can't treat us like we don't exist.




(I am actually more annoyed than this post might indicate. But I can't help it when it comes to the Newsies. I'm going to be late to class for posting this, but it'll be worth it to be singing this song for the next week.)

Facebook Status Re-think.

I would like to remind the world that life is very short/very long. In other words, stop moping/hurrying around. (this is to you 2578302359 friends obnoxiously depressed/getting obnoxiously married.) Either way, grow up/stop growing up!

I was going to post that as my facebook status, then figured it might not be so polite, considering I am going to a bridal shower tomorrow for a friend who has full access to my facebook page. >_>

It's not fun seeing friends go seperate ways into their own lives. Uh, or being the crying shoulder, when really you just want to slap the person and wipe the snot off your shoulder.

I miss I miss I miss.

This Friday my grandparents are flying to Merida, Mexico to serve their (second) mission at the LDS temple. I have to admit I am not over thrilled for them. But that is because I am selfish. Also, it worries me that they will be gone for two more years. A lot can happen in two years. And when you are older, a few years can mean a lot. My grandparents are very young in spirit, though. And I think they will be alright.

Anyway, it got me thinking that I am sort of already missing them. And then I realized I miss a lot of things and people, in different ways. I wanted to reminisce a little.

I miss my overalls that I wore just about every single day in the fourth grade. (or was it fifth?)
I miss my black and white cats, Kitty and Moochy. I miss the healthy Kitty. Even when he was alive, I missed when he was healthy. And of course I always miss Mooch.
I miss my childhood.
I miss my neighbor's sandbox, and the hours upon hours spent in there.
I miss riding on the end of grocery carts.
I miss my grandparents. And sunday morning breakfast at their house.
I miss our old dog, Rascal.
I miss my guinea pig, Gus-gus.
I miss Scotland.
I miss my friend, Whitney. I miss when we were friends.
I miss my cousin, who is just in Provo, but I haven't seen her for like...two weeks.
I miss my sister, who I saw last weekend, but I don't care.
I miss my other cousin, Rachel, in Oregon.
I miss Oregon, as a matter of fact.
I miss being able to ride big-wheel bikes.
I miss all the shows that used to be on Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon and Disney.
I miss Disney World!
I miss my brother.
I miss when my dad was younger and didn't ache and hurt all the time.
I miss my neighbor's swing set.
I miss Plain City as a country-town, not a cul-de-sac town.
I miss beef jerky and rootbeer from Smith n' Edwards.
I miss being in shape. >_>
I miss the summer.
I miss my goat.
I miss riding my bike. Too cold.
I miss my friend, Maren, who I never see anymore.
I miss my horse, Freckles, who wasn't really my horse, but was still my favorite.
I miss stealing sugar cubes from the horse-renters horse trailer.
I miss thinking that we had tons and tons of property.
I miss ice-skating on our pond.
I miss rafting on our pond.
I miss playing under the old trees in plain city's park.
I miss my fourth grade teacher's classroom.
I miss AP english.
I miss my The Mighty Boosh, that never comes on anymore.
I miss when the Harry Potter books were new.
I miss DragonBall Z.
I miss my hammock.
I miss my San Diego Zoo ring, which I lost.
I miss playing the wagon-game with my neighbors.
I miss Santa.
I miss that Harry Potter game that was like Clue, only Harry Potter themed.
I miss watching the Jazz Game AT the Jazz game.
I miss having a hot breakfast every morning.
I miss german pancakes.
I miss Plain City elementary library.
I miss a crapload of things. Have I worn everyone out, yet?
I think I originally was just going to post about grocery carts and the huge tire in my neighbor's back yard that was sort of scary. And then I got a wee bit carried away.

Commercial World.

I want to live in commercial world. The ones where if you use the right shampoo then you will be beautiful and beautiful men will all hang out and be happy with you in some grassy field.
Or the kinds where if you are wearing the right jeans then some hunk will meet you in the middle of the city in a huge adventure and it'll be super romantic and cute.
OR the ones where if you drink the right alcohol, everybody will love you, and you'll be happy and glamorous.

Curse you commercial writers/designers! >=(