shadownewmoon’s blog

    So I made sugar cookies with whole wheat flour. The taste pretty much the same but they look weird. My mom laughed at me.

    So I finally got my paycheck, after working there for over a month. It's a good thing I love that job. It's not even all that they owe me, but it's coming. I need to open up a bank account.
    I'm almost done with the body of forecast. I'll try and get some progress pictures. It's pretty awesome.
    I only have two weeks of summer left, and I'm finally getting into the habit of staying up all night and sleeping late. I hope it's not hard to break. Anyways, I've been watching reruns of Captain Planet on http://tv-links.co.uk. I didn't really see them the first time around, when I was younger, but I'm enjoying them a whole lot. They are cheesy and over dramatic with some of the lamest villains I've ever seen. I love them. Plus, the theme song is so very catchy.

    I'm always telling my friends to push their fears away and do what they are scared to do even though it's scary, but I guess I can't practice what I preach. I can't even get the nerve to talk to the guy I like. I'm such a wuss. I guess I really am still shy.
    In other news, forecast is coming along great. I'm almost halfway done with it and I am still totally in love with it. I don't even have any other projects on the needles. I'm excited to go button shopping when I finish it, too.

    After taking 30 hours of driver's ed in one week, I am not really looking forward to driving. When I got out of the class on Friday, my mom let me drive to the Y in her car. I learned two things. I really hate her car, and she's an awful teacher. She took out her phone and started texting while I was driving. I hate cell phones. I don't know why small cars are supposed to be easier to drive. I found it so hard to see over the dashboard. When I'm in my dad's truck, I feel like I can see everything and I'm much better composed and people usually don't flip out when they're behind me. And my dad doesn't make me nervous at all. I don't see why I have to get my license. I'm not even going to be driving that long. Just to school and work and then back, for this year only. I'll be in college by next year, hopefully, and I'll be able to take public transportation. I don't really care about getting out of the house so much that I want to learn how to drive. And it's so expensive. It's definitely not worth all the trouble I have to go through to get my license. I still have to take 3 two hour road lessons, and altogether they cost $270, plus the $125 for the classroom, and then the test, and a car, and insurance. I'm not paying for it. I don't even want it. I might as well just walk to school.

    Oh yeah. I haven't said anything about this project at all. I wanted to make a möbius scarf, but because the only time I don't screw up is when I try to do it on purpose, it's just a big circular scarf. Really big.

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    I finally wrote a letter to Alisha, and I just have to get it stamped and sent. Anyways, I also have a job! It's a really good job, too, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to keep it. I don't know what it would be called, but I go to this handicapped woman's house, and I help her out of bed and into the shower and stuff, and then I just wait until she's done, and I help her out again. My mom's friend November hired me because she needs someone to do mornings while she has surgery, and there is also a girl who is moving away soon. It's a really good job, especially for me. I'm not good with pretending to be nice and like people I don't even know all day long, and I don't think I'd be very happy in a job that wouldn't let me dye my hair or anything I had to wear a uniform for. Beth, the woman I work for, is a real sweet lady, and she thinks my bright hair colors are very interesting. I can just wear a t-shirt and jeans to her apartment, it's really cool. The pay is really good, too. But the thing is, I might not be able to work there because I'm only 17. November yelled at the guy, saying that he'd have to fill in for her while she was in the hospital, and it doesn't matter whether I'm family or not because Beth has the final say, and Beth likes me and I already knew her before I started working there. I don't know yet, though. I hope I get the job. I really don't want to work at the YMCA or friendly's. Also, I have like, this ridiculous crush on this boy, but I don't really want to talk about it.

This reminds me a lot of Alisha.

    And I haven't had any bad days lately.
    I was planning on going to see the new Harry Potter movie, but that fell through. I didn't mind it so much, though. I might go see it tomorrow. One thing, I've been trying to do for a while, and another thing I've been hoping would happen did. I got the courage to talk to the girl I like, give her my number, and she said she would call me. I was really happy about that, but it was nothing compared to what happened next. I got a letter from Alisha.   
    Maybe that's what the greatest feeling in the world is. I don't know what it's called, but I'm just so happy. I have lots of memories where I remember every little detail, and I'm going to write this down while it's fresh in my mind. My mom's boyfriend came into the room and gave me a letter, and it wasn't a bulky, come look our college kind of letter. It was really really thin. I recognized the handwriting instantly and I was kind of shocked. Alisha has a not very distinct from other people's, but very distinct to me kind of handwriting. The letters are all slightly curvy, but not connecting like cursive, and they're all about the same size, and I don't know what it is but when I see it I know it's Alisha's. It felt really thin, like almost empty, and the envelope was really stuck shut. I opened it and I didn't see anything and I thought it was an empty envelope, just sent with her address on it, which I would have been at least thankful for, but when I opened the the envelope wider, there was a tiny piece of paper folded three times. I unfolded it, flipped it over, and started to read it. When I got about three lines down, I started to cry. Not loud, but not silent tears either. I put it down and I told Frankie about it and I went on and on about how I'm so proud of her and how I miss her so much. It's hard because I think about her all the time but no one wants to hear about your friend in the army. They don't really care how proud you are, but I had to tell someone. I miss her so much, like I've never missed anyone before. More than I missed my great grandfather when he died, more than I miss not living with my dad. I've never been as close to anyone as I am to Alisha. It's been so hard since she dropped out of school. It was her choice and she knew it wasn't a good one and I wasn't mad at her because I knew she had to do it, and she wasn't stupid about it. She got a job and she got her G.E.D. and she went through her first year of college. How many not-yet 18 year olds can say that? I saw her after she dropped out though not as often, and she always called and sometimes she was online and she even dropped by to visit. I always felt guilty because I didn't like calling her house because her family made me nervous and still kind of does, even though she stopped living with them. She moved around a lot and she eventually moved in with a different family and they were really good to her. I'm even a little jealous of them because she probably wrote a letter to them first, and they saw her up until the very last moment when she left, and they'll see her when she comes back. She spent all her time with them and they are her family away from her family. She did live with us for a little while, but we're a weird family to get used to.
    After I finished crying, I picked up the letter and finished reading it. She says that boot camp is not as hard as she expected, and everyone there is a moron. She also says she craves intelligent conversation, and more importantly, a hug. She asked me to call a mutual friend of ours and get her address. I'm not really looking forward to that because I haven't talked to her in a long, long time, but I'll do it for Alisha.
    I can't wait to write her back, but I miss her so much more than words can describe and I don't know what to tell her. I really, really wish I could send her a hug.

     A lot of other really good things happened this week, like hanging out with Heather and a bunch of other really cool people I'm glad I met, and my pottery class with Ashley, but nothing comes even close.
    

What clothing item do you wish could be banned?
Submitted by Mike E.

Velour suits. God, what a fashion atrocity those are.