why can't i just pary?
i am jealous of all the people in the world who can just...pray. yea, i typed it! i'm jealous of people who can just sit (or kneel) down, pray to someone, and KNOW that their messege will be heard. whenever i think of this whole praying thing, i wonder: if i started to [pray] again, what if i prayed to the wrong..erm...being? this was a risk i was willing to take, i decided.

so, being the wonderful[ly devoted] athiest i am, i prayed. i didnt pray to just ONE..uh..being, oh no. i prayed to all of them. God, Jesus, Buddha, Ala, the works. at first, i didnt know what to do. so i followed the movies:
1. kneel down by my bed
2. clasp my hands together
3. look at the celing

this was easier then i thought. then i took a deep breth, and BAM! i talked. and i was incredibly nervous, because..
a. i hadn't prayed in at least 3 years, and
b. my back was facing the windows. i hate not knowing what was going on outside of my windows. what if someone was watching me?

i prayed for the little baby i saw in Canc'un, i prayed for me, and i prayed for other people. it was like a big weight off of my shoulders. even though i knew i could be talking to myself, i also knew that i could be talking to something higher than me. something that knows what is going to happen next, something that forgave me. because in my prayer, i apologized for not praying.

will i pray again tonight? probably not. but will i know that i [might] have been forgivin? yes.
these higher beings are more complicated then i thught.

what you should and shouldn't say
You can absoulutly get away with ANYTHING by lying. hell, our very own prez-e-dants lie. i lie. you lie. we ALL lie. one thing, though, you should never lie about?
"dont worry, im on the pill!"
serious no-no.

i also dont see why everyone thinks that cursing is a big deal. there just words! if we wern't supposed to use them, why were they invented? shitfuckdamnassholesonso'bitchesmotherfuckers! just dont say any racial slurs. another no-no. yes, Italian's WILL get mad if you call them a d**o. HAHAHA no.

I thought it would be Awsome. i thought it would be Cool. I thought i thought that i would feel im breaking all the rules. but now im stuck at home alone, no one there to call. did he realy mean that really mean that after all?

Lables
Everyone has a label. Dylan's the punk, Michelle''s the goth, Holt's the prep, Brian's the jock, jasmine's the crazy-yet-still-incredibly-popular, Ryan's the loser....
i want a title, too!
why does everyone get one but me?
i want to be different, like everyone else.

:/

Learn Italian- Courtney's way!
Scusilo, mancanza, ma faccio belive là sono una scimmia in miei pantaloni.
TRANSLATION:
Excuse me, miss, but i do belive there is a monkey in my pants.

Parte posteriore della mia nonna è pelosa. yum.
TRANSLATION:
My grandmother's back is hairy. yum.

Ci sembra essere un walrus nel mio nether-reigions
TRANSLATION:
There seems to be a walrus in my nether-reigions

Almeno, quello è che cosa le aragoste mi dicono.
TRANSLATION:
At least, that's what the lobsters tell me.

and there you have it. your very own Italian lingo-guide, 101.

so. i think that ellen degenerous is the funniest person! i waas watching her stand-up on HBO...shes funny!!

hm. have you noticed that i have weird feet? there just so....strange.
is there such thing as a foot operation? like, instead of plastic surgerey, flastic surgery? (foot + plastic...cleaver, no?)

time to watch more ellen! who cares if she's gay, shes funny.

Sunday's
I love mother's day. on that note...
i hate sundays. because on sunday, you know what comes next. that's right...mondays! ok, so i got off from school at 1:30 on mondays, but still. another dull week, another long day, another never-know-wich-mood-mrs.gomez-will-be-in day.

Sundays are a time for procrastination. example: i have 140 pages to read for school in some historical fiction book. heh. sundays make you seem like you have all of the time in the world, then BAM! its monday.

i wish there was a Doneday, the 8th day of the week. on this week, there would be no school. the whole day, you would get much-needed tasks done.

but there isnt, and we are all stuck with sunday.

i hate sundays.

Lists
List - the coolest people i know (or know of)
1)Ashley (heh, i dont really know her last name) why?
she is random and funny.

2)Olivia W. why?
she is annoying and a little bit crazy but sweet

3) Laura P. why?
her poetry is the best i've ever read

4) Aisa B. why?
i think the real question is why NOT?

5)Lilly R.
She is so....comfterable with herself. and i like her hair.

6)Oprah W.
Oprah is my hero. im not even joking.


ANYway. today was so similar to all of the other days, somehow, it made me almost miss 6th grade and not want to go to 7th. almost.
my new top that i bought at the mall is very...revealing. erm, yeah.

I miss that.
I dont care wheat people think about Macy Gray. I like her, and i think thats all that really matters when it comes to my listining of music.
this is why i also listen to my Suzuki Violin c.ds. very rarley, though.

im still on a hunt for THE perfect online journal. so far, no luck.

gr.
gr. my dad is being really really retarted right now. i wish i could trade in my dad for another one.
in other news, this weekend i went shopping. wheeeeee. newclothesnewclothesnewclothes!
i also went to a sleepover
yey!