People walk weird.

okay, so as I was eating lunch today, I started watching people walk in and out and around the store, and I noticed how differently people walk. and I'm not gonna lie, a lot of people walk like retards. I started critiquing their walks, like, how high they lift their knees , and how far out they swing their feet, what they did with their arms, where they held their hips as the move, and their overall posture and weight distribution as they took each step.. and then all of a sudden I became very self conscious. and I haven't been able to feel comfortable walking, or walk normal since. so now I feel like one of them. what have I done to myself? I'm sorry if you read this, its probably too late, but I hope no one else has to go through this. but for those of you who do, we should get together and find the perfect walk. So going back to how I was watching people walk.. It was then I realized that I think I have a staring problem. You know how when you're lookin' at people and when they look at you, you usually do that thing where you hurry and look away and pretend like you just glanced at them while you were looking around? Yeah? . . .well I realized I don't do that; I just keep looking at them, and it probably makes them really uncomfortable. . . sorry? But if people are gonna walk funny or look funny or whatever, they've got to expect a little attention for it. Sooo people like that should get used to being stared at. That's how I'm going to justify myself here.

After life?

So when we die and begin the life after this, we're supposed to return to our prime, right? well I was wondering what is going to happen to people that were born handicapped? It's not really fair to them that they weren't born as able as most people, but it also wouldn't really be fair that they would be made more perfect than some who lived an un-handicapped life and worked hard to get into their prime shape. So then I wonder, is there going to be a separate world for handicapped people? And if so, will they divide according to their handicaps the same way our world today is divided by race? Would the people with down syndrome feud with the crippled people? And what about midgets? Would they be considered handicapped and be a part of that world, or are they only considered short? Another thing to consider are the people that appear normal, but still somehow have a handicapped tag in their car and get all the good parking spots. Is the world's admittance after this one going to be judged by whether you had a tag in your car in this life or not?

Eye Patches? Come onnnnn...

So I was watching Star Wars today..It just happened to be on when I walked in the door... So I sat down for a minute. Anyway, there was this guy on there with a freakin' eye patch. Are you kidding me? Annakin Skywalker can have mechanical arms and legs grafted on and have them work better than real ones, but for some reason people are still wearing eye patches because they were looking down at their light saber when they turned it on?? Come on George Lucas... There are religions based off this movie! You can do a little better than that.

Be careful who you marry.

I've been noticing more and more that people that tend to marry people that look like themselves. All too often I see a couple that look like they could be brother and sister, but turns out they're married, and they just happen to look alike. it takes a toll on you when it happens as often as I've seen it.. a couple a walking around doing some shopping, and in my head I'm thinking, oh, how nice of brother and sister to go shopping for their mother... then they kiss and my world gets turned upside down. I become flabbergasted.. And i thinking my head, brothers and sisters don't kiss like that, unless you live in the the woodland hills of Kansas. Just kidding, but seriously... don't marry someone that looks like you. Sure you may be a good looking person and you want to marry someone with the same looks as you to pass them on to your kids, but there's always that teeny tiny slight little chance that she's the long lost sister that you never knew you had, and that's why you two are so much alike and get along so well.. I'm going to marry someone i don't get along with and that looks completely different from myself to ensure i don't wind up on a TV talk show like Maury Povich about marrying lost relatives or possibly risk producing freak children and having to throw up when i find out why. Good luck everyone. And be careful.

Friends!

Cortney!
Oh where do I begin? (: You ARE my sister!
And don't you forget it!

Scooter! You've been my friend for so long!
You're just like a sister to me!
I love you so much!

Oh, Tahni. My dearest Tahni.
MY BEST FRIEND!! I love you so freakin' much!
You're the only person that I feel comfortable
telling all my secrets to!

This is Beautiful Suz! I love this girl to death!
I'm extremely sad that she is a senior and that
I don't get to see her next year in school!
Love ya girly!

Oh, you know how we do.
We work them corners.
Just kidding. (:

Sighhh.
My Volleyball Team. <3>

This is one of the older pictures.
*Hint hint*
We wear our "stunna shades @ night". (:

I just love this crew. (:
Don't they make you wanna go hug em?

Family!

My niece at the zoo!
Isn't she just too cute?

Trying not to embarrass him too much.
Is it working? (:
By the way. . . 101 Marshmallows in his mouth!
AMAZING!

This is my cousin Jayden's team in SF.

What can I say? I love being around my cousin. (:
And what a pretty cousin she is indeed.

So, party's at my house seem to get out of control. And by that I don't mean "Woo! We're all Trashed!" I mean, we get entertained by the simplest things. Even if it is just using tape to make a basketball happy! All credit to Taylor for the 'Happy Basketball'. :D
Another example. . . Their face's are PRICELESS I mean really. All they are playing with are balls. Simple balls.

Peter Pan. <3

I went to church today. One guy talked on prayers and that if you pray about something specifically, that your prayers will be answered. This is not necessarily so. In his talk he said he and his family had a lot of work to do one Saturday, and they were behind on their work schedule and couldn't finish on Sunday. so they all sat down and prayed and he said it seemed like he got forty eight hours out of that day. Well while he was talking about that, I recalled a time that I prayed specifically for something and never got anything out of it. When I was little, I owned a little green pocket knife that I carried with me everywhere, and I played Peter Pan with it. It was one of my fondest childhood memories. I would make someone else be hook and they would be armed with a nerf ball gun and I would have my knife, and we'd fight and I'd always win, because, duh, I was Peter freakin' Pan. One day I lost my knife, and I prayed that I would find it, but I never did. I was so distraught over it and I looked everywhere for days and it meant enough to me that I was sure I would have some kind of feeling or something as to where it was at if I prayed intently and hard enough. No cigar. My mom gave me that lesson that you can't pray about material things like that, but today in church I couldn't help but wonder, if this guy can double his time and get forty eight hours of a day, why couldn't I have just found my knife? I couldn't be peter pan after that, and form then on hook ruled the world. That was a really low point in my childhood.