Update...updatay!

Looky here!
My latest kitchen disaster.

I don't have a picture right now, my little brother swiped the camera before I had a chance to upload the picture.
Ah, so yes, I burnt my dinner today. I was cooking ribs...*sighs* It was nice and juicy too. Ah well, I saved it just in time, just before it was up in flames. Nah, it was just really really black. -_- *sighs*

Air Show.

The Thunder Birds. WHoooooooooot!
Me and my boy Wilford.
Wilford and Ann Marie.
He's a pimp. And he knows it.

The many faces of me.

You'd be surprised. Trust me, if my parents are surprised. You'd be surprised. We're all surprised!! Yay us! (*cough* myspace photo's *cough*)I'm experimenting with photography. So, when my brothers wont pose for me...I pose for myself. A little hard, and I take billions of pictures before I'm satisfied with the photo. But, I always figure out how to use the camera
Dylan claims this picture is very "ASIAN". I look chinese don't I?
Pssh. I know, It don't look like me at all... Says my parents.
Everybody likes this photo, although I look like a prep. No clue why everybody likes this photo either. NO idea...personally, I think it looks weird. Yeeeaah. Experrrrimenting with MAKEUP!! Scary, I know. I was copying my friend Tori and her makeup style. And a bunch of other people's makeup style. This seems to be the new "eye liner" thing. But personally, I don't think it looks good on me. My mom said I looked like a gothic vampire. And I couldn't agree more. Bucketed! Yip, I played with this picture.

I *heart* this guy. Yeah. Sorry. But I do <3

An enigma. My predicament. The paradox. Your riddle.

So, here I am, still in my pj's with my nasty hair pulled up in a bun. Thinking that I really need a shower.
Ugh.
I really do need a shower.

"I'm listening to the new song "Crazy" I forgot the artists name. I have to agree with the title of that song though. Everything's been crazy, and I haven't been in my right mind. Actually, when have I ever been in my right mind? Pssh. I think it's practically normal for me to be OUT of my mind. And saying things I don't mean, good or bad. Like saying "I love you." Those three simple words can change your life, and somebody else's life too.
You can mean it, or fake it.

I feel like I'm defrauding somebody when I tell them I love them, and don't really mean it. It's horrible really. Ah well. I know I don't mean it...and it's unfair to him. It's all a lie.
It's even worse when he says "I Love You" and I don't believe he means it either. I'm not sure if he's half-hearted about it, or he really does mean it. But why should I expect him to really mean it when I'm the one being half-hearted about it?"

The Diary of a Simple Mind.

Pssh.