I can make the buildings dance. Whole cities move because of me.

So, I've got these photos hanging all over my walls. It kind of makes me look like a stalker.... But it's cool: 46% is me, 50% is George Raymond Wolf, and everything in between is the other cool kids in my life (like, two of them, at least) and George Raymond's mission people. But yeh... They're slowly falling off the walls because I don't want make wholes in the paper I call walls AND apparently I don't know how to work that blue tackystuff.
Speaking of pictures, I need to start taking more. Ten years from now, I'm going to be sitting in my rocker (I'll be 30, and yes, I'll be sitting in a rocking chair because it's good for your abs if you do it the right way) and thinking, "Oh, I don't remember much about February 2010. Let me look at my albums that are organized chronologically to refresh my memory." So I'll pull out the first album labeled 2010 and the first photo in the book will be from May or June and I will think "Why didn't I take more pictures? Now I'm not quite sure what I was doing at that time. I could have been in the circus and I don't even know it." So, yes. I need to take more pictures. I've only taken, like, 7 pictures since December and 5 of them are on my phone.
The dog next door will not stop barking. I don't even know why it started. There's probably a burglar/rapist lurking outside my window. Or the dog is just retarded.
I do feel bad for the dog. It barks a lot, actually. The owners keep it in a kennel in the very back corner of their property, next to our pasture. During a chance meeting with the puppy (not really a puppy... all dogs are puppies to me), I found out he or she is really quite nice. It barks because it doesn't get attention, I'm sure. The owners feed it him/her and all, and I guess the pay attention to it somewhat, but still. If you can't give it the attention it needs, you might as well not even have the dog. I dunno. Just me.
So, I read a spoof on the Twilight books, Nightlight. It wasn't as funny as I thought it would be. It was kind of annoying, really. Like, I was expecting it to be.... uh, spoofier? And I just kept reading, thinking that I couldn't stop reading because what if I stopped right before the best part of the book and I loved it and it changed my life and stuff? Yeh, well, let me tell ya, that didn't happen. Maybe I just don't have a sense of humor.
Speaking of humor, none of the old people understand that a twenty year old girl can be funny. Like really. Apparently I'm not allowed to have dry humor or be sarcastic. Because all us whippersnappers are serious and mean all the time. They just look at me like, You were born yesterday. Or at least seventy years after me, so that means you have no knowledge of anything. And why are you lifting hay bales and caring for the horses?? Don't you know that's not women's work? Go scrub floors or darn socks. I hate technology.
Oh old people. I'm going to have dementia or alzheimers when I'm old. Hopefully I'm not violent. That would be tragic. Though I probably couldn't hurt anyone (unless I decide to follow my dreams of becoming a bodybuilder).
If you didn't take my advice via my FB status, go rent New York, I Love You. It's amazing. Life-changing. It's rated R (gasp) but I swear that your eyes won't bleed and Satan won't come out of the television (just guessing, though). But seriously, it's sooooo good. A ton of big names are in it. And yeh, it's kind of loveydovey, but not the loveydovey that makes cynics vomit. It's just kind of true love. I don't know how else to describe it. I know of one person that probably shouldn't watch it. That's about it. Go watch it.
Kristen Bell is my idol. I really do admire her. I don't even know what else to say about her. She's hilarious and bubbly and short. She was brilliant in Veronica Mars and I've wept every day since it was cancelled. I hope to be like her some day (i.e. famous and naturally blonde).
The dog stopped barking

Well, I think this posting of blog is done. It was more of a rant, but c'est la vie.


No wait, just kidding, he or she is barking again. And some other dog has joined in.

Just kidding again. All is silent.
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