Hey Peeps,
So there isn't much going on in my life right now. I'm as boring as ever. However, I haven't written anything in a while. I feel it is my moral obligation to keep blogging about my life, because if I didn't few of you would have the knowledge of my inner workings which might drive you to insanity. So here's to job hunting, community college, and paying for my own gas.
Job Hunting
Actually, job hunting is going really well as of today. I have a HUGE lead thanks to my awesome friend Mike. Before this lead came along, I had submitted a grand total of 4 applications. I don't like submitting applications online. I'm not exactly sure why, but I do like to present myself to people for their consideration even if it is just to submit an application.
So I went to Target and got a paper application, thought they recommended I fill one out online. I turned in the application that same day and they asked me to call back and see if it "made it in" (whatever the heck that means). I called in the next day and asked if my application had indeed "made it in". The very nice lady on the other end of the line informed me that my application "could not be found". She also told me I should apply again online. I almost shot her in the face. Through the phone. It works, don't question it.
Today I got a phone call from Mike saying that Papa Johns is hiring a new driver. So I go in, and the guy pretty much promises me the job. Yay for me! Thanks Mike.
Community College
At last I have made it to college! The thing my life has been leading up to! It is so much fun, and so interesting! Not.
Basically, community college is just like High School. That is all. You all know what that is like.
My classes are mostly all boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. Right now I am sitting in my computer class blogging, because the professor is talking only about things that are in the text that we are reading for homework. In a few minutes we will be working on the HW assignment that we would do for homework, but the professor has not prepared enough material. I'm paying for this. I'm paying to blog.
Modern History is also boring. I took it because I love modern history. I do. But this class somehow makes it boring. Mostly because the professor just reads us the slides she has prepared.
Spanish is intereting, but hard.
Accounting is (astonishingly) my most bestest class.
I hate it here.
Paying for Gas
Well, most of you understand that.
So that's my life. You may be bored with it, but honestly I don't care. Just go with it.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Hey peeps,
Here is the deal. I am aware that my last post was almost a year ago, but with school work and other worthwhile endeavors I have neglected to give you all what you want most. A new post on my blog. I realize that you have all been suffering - many of you to the point of insanity - because you are unaware of what has been going on in my life. And so, with much pressuring and pestering from many of my fans, I have decided to revive this dying blog. The rejuvenation of said blog also demanded a change to the over all theme and so I updated this beautiful work of art with a title that I believe truly represents my attitude about life, "Just Go With It". Now I know many of you may be thinking, "That is bad. That means if someone says 'let's go to a party with alcohol' I would readily agree, just going with it". But I don't mean every situation. I simply mean that life happens and we just have to deal with it and move on. It's kind of like a have-no-cares attitude, so I decided to get rid of the sentimental crap that before had plagued this masterpiece. So... here goes with the latest things on my mind:
1) Job Hunting - My persistent mother has been nagging me since the day after graduation to get a job. As many of you know (especially those of you high school seniors, and college freshmen) it is not easy to get a job. The trouble of getting a job offer is enhanced by the hated and yet unchangeable fact that I am not 18. I also have no job experience, and will be starting school in the fall which adds to the rejection which mangers so readily express. I have applied at over 100 places and not one job offer. Actually that is a lie. I have had a job offer, but unfortunately it was from that dreadful cutco company, so I refused.
2) Frankie - Recently, one of my dearest friends had face surgery. I still dont know exactly what for (except that it wasn't a nose job, thank goodness) but she has been in recovery for almost a week now. She maintains a liquid diet, and says that she misses chewing. Suddenly wisdom teeth pulling doesn't seem so bad. I can't wait till she is better and we can party till the end of the world, which is apparently only 6 months away according to some people who chose to interpret the Mayan calendar with such a grim outlook.
3) Breakup - I recently broke up with Amelia, which was really hard. I'm not going to say any more on that because frankly, it's none of your business.
4) College - Originally, I had intended on attending BYU-I come fall, but due to being smarter than those attending 30,000 dollar schools I have decided to attend the prestigious university known as grossmont. Now, I know most of you will scoff with disapprovement, but I feel as if my education will be significantly bettered by state sponsored higher education (which, as we all know, the California government runs things exceptionally well). With the decision to go to Grossmont, I will be able to pocket about 4000 dollars, which will allow me to get a computer and a motorcycle so that I can pursue my life long dream of being one of those scary bikers you see on the road.
5) Raspberry pie - It's what I'm eating for dessert tonight. Yeah. Be jealous.
So that's all I know. I know that you are all very envious of my life, but we can't all be as awesome as me. Yes, you're life sucks, but you'll just have to go with it.
Here is the deal. I am aware that my last post was almost a year ago, but with school work and other worthwhile endeavors I have neglected to give you all what you want most. A new post on my blog. I realize that you have all been suffering - many of you to the point of insanity - because you are unaware of what has been going on in my life. And so, with much pressuring and pestering from many of my fans, I have decided to revive this dying blog. The rejuvenation of said blog also demanded a change to the over all theme and so I updated this beautiful work of art with a title that I believe truly represents my attitude about life, "Just Go With It". Now I know many of you may be thinking, "That is bad. That means if someone says 'let's go to a party with alcohol' I would readily agree, just going with it". But I don't mean every situation. I simply mean that life happens and we just have to deal with it and move on. It's kind of like a have-no-cares attitude, so I decided to get rid of the sentimental crap that before had plagued this masterpiece. So... here goes with the latest things on my mind:
1) Job Hunting - My persistent mother has been nagging me since the day after graduation to get a job. As many of you know (especially those of you high school seniors, and college freshmen) it is not easy to get a job. The trouble of getting a job offer is enhanced by the hated and yet unchangeable fact that I am not 18. I also have no job experience, and will be starting school in the fall which adds to the rejection which mangers so readily express. I have applied at over 100 places and not one job offer. Actually that is a lie. I have had a job offer, but unfortunately it was from that dreadful cutco company, so I refused.
2) Frankie - Recently, one of my dearest friends had face surgery. I still dont know exactly what for (except that it wasn't a nose job, thank goodness) but she has been in recovery for almost a week now. She maintains a liquid diet, and says that she misses chewing. Suddenly wisdom teeth pulling doesn't seem so bad. I can't wait till she is better and we can party till the end of the world, which is apparently only 6 months away according to some people who chose to interpret the Mayan calendar with such a grim outlook.
3) Breakup - I recently broke up with Amelia, which was really hard. I'm not going to say any more on that because frankly, it's none of your business.
4) College - Originally, I had intended on attending BYU-I come fall, but due to being smarter than those attending 30,000 dollar schools I have decided to attend the prestigious university known as grossmont. Now, I know most of you will scoff with disapprovement, but I feel as if my education will be significantly bettered by state sponsored higher education (which, as we all know, the California government runs things exceptionally well). With the decision to go to Grossmont, I will be able to pocket about 4000 dollars, which will allow me to get a computer and a motorcycle so that I can pursue my life long dream of being one of those scary bikers you see on the road.
5) Raspberry pie - It's what I'm eating for dessert tonight. Yeah. Be jealous.
So that's all I know. I know that you are all very envious of my life, but we can't all be as awesome as me. Yes, you're life sucks, but you'll just have to go with it.
Monday, August 1, 2011
New Post! (Who knows what it's going to be about)
Ok, I realize that my last post was back in April. Occasionally I will be at the computer and notice that one of my friends have blogged something else. Something about Captain America here, some really well written poem/story there. And each time I go to my blog with the intent to write SOMETHING. Anything. Then I cant think of anything so I just give up. But I've been inspired. Yes, this lazy lump of mass sitting at his computer at home has been moved to do something... on his computer. Anyways, one of my blogging friends has decided to do a Super-Blog week, which means blogging EVERY DAY. So for those of you who have been hanging on my every word, checking every week to see if I've posted something new, you're in for one interesting experience. By the way, I'm gonna dedicate each post to someone, just to make it more interesting. So... here we go.
Caution: Any persons at risk of heart-attack should consult a physician before proceeding, as this material is just too awesome for some people.
Dedication: Emily Coleman (Because it's Super-Blogger week! Also because she makes me feel bad that I haven't posted whenever she does)
My first topic: Nothing. I'm going to type and type. And post whatever comes out.
Wisdom teeth are frustrating. What is the point? My guess is that they are like the appendix. Completely useless and can cause problems. We learned in school that this is probably due to evolution. Over time we no longer needed an appendix so it ceased to function. As with wisdom teeth, our facial structure changed but the wisdom teeth didn't go away. What is up with that? You would think that if we are constantly "getting better" due to evolution, we would get rid of the wisdom teeth. But no.
Another thing I've been thinking about lately is Rosetta Stone. I'm talking about the language software program. Not the actual Rosetta Stone. I think it's a great idea. Just push someone into the language and eventually they will pick it up. However, you have to have some drive to actually do it. About a year ago I knew three words in Spanish. "No Hablos Espanol". Then my mom bought the Spanish Rosetta Stone. I now know four words in Spanish. "No Hablos Espanol Bebe" (The last "e" is supposed to have an accent) Although I have no idea why you might tell a baby that you dont' speak Spanish.
Item number three: We now have a kitten. It has black and white fur. Our family is having trouble naming it because we have seven kids. Everyone has their own ideas.
Dad - Bessie (Because it's black and white)
Mom - Troll (Because it looks like one of those naked toy trolls)
Maddie - Minerva
Chopin
Struass (Obviously Madeleine is the most sophisticated of us all)
Savannah - Spock
Captain Kirk
Me - Mr. Kibble (Because we have a dog)
Ben - Harley (No.)
Collin - agrees with ben
Maren - Scratchy
Claws
Elijah - Pebbles (ughhhhh)
We have also heard a lot of other good suggestions from other people such as skull crusher and Captain America.
Well that's all for today, I think. Tune in next time for more mind blowing content.
Caution: Any persons at risk of heart-attack should consult a physician before proceeding, as this material is just too awesome for some people.
Dedication: Emily Coleman (Because it's Super-Blogger week! Also because she makes me feel bad that I haven't posted whenever she does)
My first topic: Nothing. I'm going to type and type. And post whatever comes out.
Wisdom teeth are frustrating. What is the point? My guess is that they are like the appendix. Completely useless and can cause problems. We learned in school that this is probably due to evolution. Over time we no longer needed an appendix so it ceased to function. As with wisdom teeth, our facial structure changed but the wisdom teeth didn't go away. What is up with that? You would think that if we are constantly "getting better" due to evolution, we would get rid of the wisdom teeth. But no.
Another thing I've been thinking about lately is Rosetta Stone. I'm talking about the language software program. Not the actual Rosetta Stone. I think it's a great idea. Just push someone into the language and eventually they will pick it up. However, you have to have some drive to actually do it. About a year ago I knew three words in Spanish. "No Hablos Espanol". Then my mom bought the Spanish Rosetta Stone. I now know four words in Spanish. "No Hablos Espanol Bebe" (The last "e" is supposed to have an accent) Although I have no idea why you might tell a baby that you dont' speak Spanish.
Item number three: We now have a kitten. It has black and white fur. Our family is having trouble naming it because we have seven kids. Everyone has their own ideas.
Dad - Bessie (Because it's black and white)
Mom - Troll (Because it looks like one of those naked toy trolls)
Maddie - Minerva
Chopin
Struass (Obviously Madeleine is the most sophisticated of us all)
Savannah - Spock
Captain Kirk
Me - Mr. Kibble (Because we have a dog)
Ben - Harley (No.)
Collin - agrees with ben
Maren - Scratchy
Claws
Elijah - Pebbles (ughhhhh)
We have also heard a lot of other good suggestions from other people such as skull crusher and Captain America.
Well that's all for today, I think. Tune in next time for more mind blowing content.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Easter - Christ's Atonement
In church choir (which is my favorite part of the week) we are singing this song by John V. Pearson. It is my favorite song, which as many of you know, I don’t really pick favorite songs.
Behold the wounds in Jesus' hands,
The Marks upon His side.
Then ponder who He meant to save
When on the cross He died.
We cannot see the love of God
Which saves us from the fall,
Yet know that Christ from wood and nails
Built mansions for us all.
Christ came to save me. He came to save you. He came and, out of love, atoned for our sins. My heart overflows with gratitude for what he has done for me. I particularly like the line, “Yet know that Christ with wood and nails, built mansions for us all.” Then ponder who He meant to save
When on the cross He died.
We cannot see the love of God
Which saves us from the fall,
Yet know that Christ from wood and nails
Built mansions for us all.
~
Behold the outstretched hands of Christ,
Our God, who came to save,
Whose love and grace redeems our souls
And lifts us from the grave.
Though bruised and battered as we stray
His loving hands caress,
He washes and anoints with oil
Then in His arms we rest.
Our God, who came to save,
Whose love and grace redeems our souls
And lifts us from the grave.
Though bruised and battered as we stray
His loving hands caress,
He washes and anoints with oil
Then in His arms we rest.
I think of the day when Jesus rose from the dead, and when he went to meet Mary by the tomb. Think about the joy she must have felt to see her Savior living. She must have been overjoyed. I don’t know how she could resist embracing him. I think she must have sat there for a while in tears of happiness, before she went to tell the apostles about his resurrection. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to stand after such an experience.
~
Behold the wounds in Jesus' hands,
Look to your Lord and live
He yearns to bless you with His love
And all your sins forgive.
Oh empty is the heart of man
When it is filled with sin.
Come open wide your broken heart
And let your Savior in!
Remember that picture with Jesus knocking at the door without a door knob? And that the message is that we need to open the door for the Savior, because he can’t do it himself? Recently, I have been more diligent in scripture reading and prayer. I cannot explain how much this changes my life. Just taking 20 extra minutes out of my day raised my grades, enthusiasm, and joy. The moral? Let your savior into your life. He wants, so badly, to help you. To lift you up. You just need to take the initiative, and open the door.He yearns to bless you with His love
And all your sins forgive.
Oh empty is the heart of man
When it is filled with sin.
Come open wide your broken heart
And let your Savior in!
~
Behold His wounded hands and feet!
Come touch and see and feel
The wounds and marks that you may know
His love for you is real.
Then as you fall to worship Him
And wash His feet in tears,
Your Savior takes you in His arms
And quiets all your fears.
Your Savior takes you in His arms
Come touch and see and feel
The wounds and marks that you may know
His love for you is real.
Then as you fall to worship Him
And wash His feet in tears,
Your Savior takes you in His arms
And quiets all your fears.
Your Savior takes you in His arms
And quiets all your fears.
I don't cry easily, but when this last line struck me, the tears began to flow. Isn't it wonderful? All the pain, suffering, and agony that Christ went through was because of his extraordinary love for us. Through the atonement, Jesus Christ made it possible for us to live again, obtain eternal life, and live with our families through eternity. This last part in particular resonates within my soul. Christ built the passageway for me to live with my mother. For me to see her beautiful face, and to hold her in my arms once again.
I will allow this hymn to sum up my thoughts on Easter, as it does a much better job than I.
~
I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me
Confused at the grace that so fully he proffers me
I tremble to know that for me he was crucified
That for me, a sinner, he suffered, he bled and died
~
I marvel that he would descend from his throne divine
To rescue a soul so rebellious and proud as mine
That he should extend his great love unto such as I
Sufficient to own, to redeem and to justify
~
I think of his hands, pierced and bleeding to pay my debt
Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?
No, no, I will praise and adore at the mercy seat
Until at the glorified throne I kneel at his feet
~
~
I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me
Secure in the promise of life in his victory
Thus ransomed from death I will live to my Savior's praise
And sing of his goodness and mercy through endless days
~
Oh, it is wonderful that he should care for me enough to die for me
Oh, it is wonderful
Wonderful to me!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Life
"Life. Life is like a magazine. It costs ONE dollar, but I only have fifty cents."
Well, for those of you who know me (which I'm hoping anyone reading my blog does), you will know that I'm not a very outgoing person. I have never really fit in with any one class of people. It seems that I am not able to associate myself completely with any one group. This became evident to me in my freshmen year when all the "popular" or "cool" kids would sit on the left side of the choir risers at lunch and the "not-so-popular" kids would sit on the right side. My comfortable position was smack dab in the middle. I wanted to hang out with the people sitting on the left, but I simply wasn't cool enough. I would, therefore, navigate to the other side of the room to the "not-so-cool" area. Well, I didn't really find myself interested in anything they had to talk about, so my spot remained in the middle.
I was rather new to the school district, and didn't have many friends anyways. The problem was that everyone had their groups of friends already. I might chat with a class mate, but I was never invited to sit with anyone at lunch. My freshman year of high school was pretty bad. Choir was not fun at all. I felt as if nobody liked me (they were probably all annoyed with my piano playing), and I would sit in the back, miserable, contemplating the ways I could get out of the class.
I think the only group of friends that I could classify as a group was during Mr. Millers 6th period English. Frankie, Tum, Mouse, and Andre were quick to accept me into their group, even If I sang a little to much (They probably heard "carol of the bells" about a thousand times). That class was one of the best parts of my life. They made me feel welcome. As if I were a part of something. Frankie and Tum were band geeks themselves, which was something I could relate to. We had many a discussion about music, and battles about knowledge of music theory (Unfortunately, AP music theory is no longer taught at PHHS. I was really looking forward to that).
Well the next year Bels was the best class ever. We laughed, cried, and made it through life, together, as a family. Unfortunately, that same year we had moved in with our relatives (not a good idea) and my grades plunged (I was also taking two AP classes). Those people with all As drove me nuts. How was this fair in any way? Why was I the stupid one? What I came to realize is that God gave us different gifts. Mine is not in intelligence, but I in music.
I have also learned to appreciate the fact that I don't belong in a social class, because I can hang with anyone I want to, and I hear all the gossip and the what not, and I just get to sit back and laugh at life. At the hillariousness that High School is. (Who knew "hilariousness" was a word?)
Well, for those of you who know me (which I'm hoping anyone reading my blog does), you will know that I'm not a very outgoing person. I have never really fit in with any one class of people. It seems that I am not able to associate myself completely with any one group. This became evident to me in my freshmen year when all the "popular" or "cool" kids would sit on the left side of the choir risers at lunch and the "not-so-popular" kids would sit on the right side. My comfortable position was smack dab in the middle. I wanted to hang out with the people sitting on the left, but I simply wasn't cool enough. I would, therefore, navigate to the other side of the room to the "not-so-cool" area. Well, I didn't really find myself interested in anything they had to talk about, so my spot remained in the middle.
I was rather new to the school district, and didn't have many friends anyways. The problem was that everyone had their groups of friends already. I might chat with a class mate, but I was never invited to sit with anyone at lunch. My freshman year of high school was pretty bad. Choir was not fun at all. I felt as if nobody liked me (they were probably all annoyed with my piano playing), and I would sit in the back, miserable, contemplating the ways I could get out of the class.
I think the only group of friends that I could classify as a group was during Mr. Millers 6th period English. Frankie, Tum, Mouse, and Andre were quick to accept me into their group, even If I sang a little to much (They probably heard "carol of the bells" about a thousand times). That class was one of the best parts of my life. They made me feel welcome. As if I were a part of something. Frankie and Tum were band geeks themselves, which was something I could relate to. We had many a discussion about music, and battles about knowledge of music theory (Unfortunately, AP music theory is no longer taught at PHHS. I was really looking forward to that).
Well the next year Bels was the best class ever. We laughed, cried, and made it through life, together, as a family. Unfortunately, that same year we had moved in with our relatives (not a good idea) and my grades plunged (I was also taking two AP classes). Those people with all As drove me nuts. How was this fair in any way? Why was I the stupid one? What I came to realize is that God gave us different gifts. Mine is not in intelligence, but I in music.
I have also learned to appreciate the fact that I don't belong in a social class, because I can hang with anyone I want to, and I hear all the gossip and the what not, and I just get to sit back and laugh at life. At the hillariousness that High School is. (Who knew "hilariousness" was a word?)
Friday, March 18, 2011
If music be the food of love sing on!
As most of you probably know, I am an awful expressive writer. It seems I have many excellent thoughts and emotions, but when I sit down to write them words fail me and I never manage to get anything out on paper. This is one of the many reasons for starting a blog, to improve my writing. It is my hope that you continue to read my blog, despite my constant ramblings and misuse of the wonderful English language. (I actually prefer Latin. Not that I speak it or anything.)
I have decided to dedicate this post to music, as it is a huge portion of my life (as I imagine it is in many of yours).
Victor Hugo said, "Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." How often is there a yearning, wanting, or emotion stirring within our soul; and we find it impossible truly express that feeling without the aid of beautiful, wonderfully arranged notes, that flow from our very being?
Often I find myself marveling at the complexity of music; not only in music theory, but in the effects it has on the lives of human beings. Somehow it has a profound effect on everyone in hearing range of its overwhelming power. How is it that music moves my heart when singing beautiful songs in church and church choir? Why do I feel better when listening to music? What is it that makes us love music? I wish I new.
I suppose music is much like the English language. One letter in the alphabet is almost meaningless. Combine a few of these otherwise meaningless symbols, and you can produce words that people can relate to; Love, Hate, Forgiveness, and Revenge. If one continues on to combine words with infinite number of words in the English Language, they succeed in producing powerful emotions from people.
Les Miserables is, perhaps, the best musical ever. It's music and message are the most powerful I've ever heard. So yeah. It's really good.
What I love about music I suppose is the way it affects our emotions consciously, and subconsciously. Slaves used to sing spirituals to lift their spirits when working in the fields. Music does not apply only ot one group. It can apply and relate to ANYONE, regardless of their age, ethnicity, or gender. It is the universal language. It brings together a world that would otherwise be apart. It speaks to all men.
"The song of the righteous is a prayer unto the lord." - Doctrine and Covenants 25: 12
I have decided to dedicate this post to music, as it is a huge portion of my life (as I imagine it is in many of yours).
Victor Hugo said, "Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." How often is there a yearning, wanting, or emotion stirring within our soul; and we find it impossible truly express that feeling without the aid of beautiful, wonderfully arranged notes, that flow from our very being?
Often I find myself marveling at the complexity of music; not only in music theory, but in the effects it has on the lives of human beings. Somehow it has a profound effect on everyone in hearing range of its overwhelming power. How is it that music moves my heart when singing beautiful songs in church and church choir? Why do I feel better when listening to music? What is it that makes us love music? I wish I new.
I suppose music is much like the English language. One letter in the alphabet is almost meaningless. Combine a few of these otherwise meaningless symbols, and you can produce words that people can relate to; Love, Hate, Forgiveness, and Revenge. If one continues on to combine words with infinite number of words in the English Language, they succeed in producing powerful emotions from people.
Les Miserables is, perhaps, the best musical ever. It's music and message are the most powerful I've ever heard. So yeah. It's really good.
What I love about music I suppose is the way it affects our emotions consciously, and subconsciously. Slaves used to sing spirituals to lift their spirits when working in the fields. Music does not apply only ot one group. It can apply and relate to ANYONE, regardless of their age, ethnicity, or gender. It is the universal language. It brings together a world that would otherwise be apart. It speaks to all men.
"The song of the righteous is a prayer unto the lord." - Doctrine and Covenants 25: 12
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Madeleine
For those of you who don't know Madeleine, you are missing out. She is one of the smartest and funniest people I know. When I picture Madeline I think of someone sitting by the fire, holding a book, for hours every day. So is always ...willing... to drive me anywhere I need to go (When she's around), and is full of unconditional (mostly) love.
For some reason, the kids beneath Madeleine (all the kids except Maddie) have always considered her to be the ultimate source. We all know three things.
1. Madeleine is always right.
2. Madeline's opinion is law
3. Madeleine is a sucker (Remember: There is a difference between someone who "sucks" and a sucker. Pretty much, a sucker does whatever you want with enough begging.
Something commonly said my go something like this, "Madeleine doesn't like ----, so obviously you shouldn't like it either." Don't ask me why. That's just the way it's always been. Another thing is that it is important to have Madeleine on your side. We are not the only ones who believe Maddie is always right. Mom thinks so too, and if there is a problem, whichever side Madeleine is on, wins.
She is always willing to help out and she used to be a great help around the house (before she went to college). When she did go away to college, the house never seemed to be clean. Even on Saturdays. This is because Madeleine never made messes, and yet, she always did the most Saturday jobs. I recall the time when mom had this great new chores plan. We all got large jobs, but Madeleine got stuck doing ALL the dishes for a month. Did she complain? Not once (To my recollection).
Madeleine has some really great taste in music (Except Jane Eyre. I don't know what happened there. Hey! That rhymed). She likes classical, show tunes, movie soundtracks, and choir. Basically I get my love of music from her, although I enjoy less... shall we say, genius-ical music also known as pop.
Madeleine is a really excellent writer and has a blog that I can never remember the name of. (Hey, she picked a name that is impossible to spell without a dictionary. Something like, "Mumbojumbuckiquiescence")
So yeah, I have a pretty awesome sister.
-Josh
For some reason, the kids beneath Madeleine (all the kids except Maddie) have always considered her to be the ultimate source. We all know three things.
1. Madeleine is always right.
2. Madeline's opinion is law
3. Madeleine is a sucker (Remember: There is a difference between someone who "sucks" and a sucker. Pretty much, a sucker does whatever you want with enough begging.
Something commonly said my go something like this, "Madeleine doesn't like ----, so obviously you shouldn't like it either." Don't ask me why. That's just the way it's always been. Another thing is that it is important to have Madeleine on your side. We are not the only ones who believe Maddie is always right. Mom thinks so too, and if there is a problem, whichever side Madeleine is on, wins.
She is always willing to help out and she used to be a great help around the house (before she went to college). When she did go away to college, the house never seemed to be clean. Even on Saturdays. This is because Madeleine never made messes, and yet, she always did the most Saturday jobs. I recall the time when mom had this great new chores plan. We all got large jobs, but Madeleine got stuck doing ALL the dishes for a month. Did she complain? Not once (To my recollection).
Madeleine has some really great taste in music (Except Jane Eyre. I don't know what happened there. Hey! That rhymed). She likes classical, show tunes, movie soundtracks, and choir. Basically I get my love of music from her, although I enjoy less... shall we say, genius-ical music also known as pop.
Madeleine is a really excellent writer and has a blog that I can never remember the name of. (Hey, she picked a name that is impossible to spell without a dictionary. Something like, "Mumbojumbuckiquiescence")
So yeah, I have a pretty awesome sister.
-Josh
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