What Broke my day: Two things broke my day; meaning that I'll have to come up with three things that made my day so that this doesn't just become one of the annoying ranting blogs. My sister's birthday is the first. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my sister(sometimes), but every year when her birthday comes I become insanely jealous and mean towards her, it's like a freaking Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde transformation. Why? Because of the date. Yes, I would love the attention she gets, (it's the middle-child syndrome) but the fact that her birthday is the day after a huge holiday gets me. Every year she brags that she gets fireworks for her birthday, and cake two days in a row, and not only a birthday party, but a fourth of July party too....well la-di-fricking-da. Most people would say that I'm exaggerating and overreacting, and I will admit I am, but the fact that I am nice to her and bought her an AWESOME 16th birthday present shows that I do not voice my feelings about this to her and my family. Yeah, I bought her tickets to go see Beauty and the Beast, Broadway edition; and on top of that it's in the middle of the week, so she gets to skip two days of school. Best sister ever. But here's the deal, my birthday is ACTUALLY on a national holiday, but nobody ever cares about the holiday I was born on. I have more right to brag, but of course I got stuck with a lame (but important) holiday. Some people don't even realize that my birthday is a national holiday, even though they should. Veteran's Day is just as cool, but I don't get fireworks, and so that makes me feel that my sister is more important, which is why I deeply dislike today. (deep breath in preparation for rant numero deux). Yesterday I was proud to be an American, Today, I'm a little ashamed. Why? Because we in America have the nerve to let a mother who killed her child so that said mother could go party and live the "beautiful life", off on a simple sentence. Yep. I said it, Casey Anthony. Why should we give this woman, who obviously doesn't care that her child was murdered and was 'missing' for 31 days (because she herself murdered that adorable little girl), off with a slap on the wrist, and a 'don't do it again.'? We shouldn't. This mother was obviously psychotic; because any other mother, or caretaker of a child (I'm not even a mother and I couldn't do it) will tell you that what she did was not normal behavior. She had no guilt, no sense of remorse for what she did and we just let her walk away? I am not proud to be in a country in which we let a child murderer walk away, yet we imprison people for smoking weed. Great job America, great job.
What made my day: Now it's time for me to be positive and thankful, and since that's the whole goal of this project. I need to make sure I have more things I'm thankful for today to cancel out the hateful ranting, so here's a list of things I'm happy for: sleepovers with Aleah Douglas and her curly golden locks of angelic goodness, Harry Potter, and floppy hats. Aleah Douglas is one of my best friends, and I absolutely love her because she doesn't judge my bad life decisions (one of which she will hear about tonight...whoops.) She is such a good person, and always has a positive outlook on life. Basically we are complete opposites, and that is why we are so amazing. I have a potty mouth, make fun of my own religion, Christianity, (though she does know I really do love my religion), am super-duper Republican, and definitely not a better person. Aleah, on the other hand, always believes in the good of people, is Baha'i and only speaks about the good of it (if you haven't heard of that religion, go Google it), is super-extremely democratic, and someone I aspire to be. And tonight I get to spent the night at her house because my sister gave me the hint that she wanted me evacuated, and I can't wait. I love the Douglas family, and whenever Aleah and I are together we go on spectacular adventures and have lots and lots of stories to tell. I'm thankful that I have her and her family as a good influence in my life, and I could honestly live with them, but they would probably get really bored with me. Now, Floppy Hats are another thing that make me happy. Okay, truth: I just looked around my room for something else to say, and I saw my gorgeous, white, floppy sun hat. I don't like hats in general, but I am enthralled with floppy sun hats. Whenever I see one I get this picture of a beautiful woman wearing a sun dress and gardening behind a white picket fence. I want that kind of life, so I got the floppy hat. I don't know why I love floppy hats, but I do, and I intend on wearing them as much as possible, in a sundress, while gardening, sans fence. Now for the third thing on my list: Harry Potter. This is definitely a multi-day subject, so specifics are necessary. I love Harry Potter: the books on tape. I listen to them almost daily as a background noise to chores, and I fall asleep to them every night. So, if your counting books on tape as reading, technically I have read the entire Harry Potter series a total of 127 and a half times. This is all thanks to the soothing British voice of Jim Dale. I have no idea what he looks like, but I would marry him in a heartbeat if only to have him narrate me to sleep every night. He's like the British version of Morgan Freeman. He does all the voices and he reads it so spectacularly that it makes Harry Potter more real. And boy, do I love Harry Potter. I admit I will cry like a baby, and then I won't know what to do with my life in 10 days time, because then the final movie comes out. I can't even go on because I'm tearing up a little bit (just kidding.......maybe.) Listening to the books on tape is my music. Music distracts me too much while I'm cleaning, and I'm more likely to break out in dance and song, whereas with the heavenly voice of Jim Dale does not threaten that impulse. I love Harry Potter, and I love the books on tape, 'nuff said. Realized: I just said I love Harry Potter 1,2,3,4 times....I need a life.
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