Well. I have finally decided what makes me happy in life. Besides Jesus, my family, hot foreign or non-foreign boys, homestar, my friends, and my band. It's eating cheese and crackers when it's rainy and cold outside. That, my friends, is the life.

Since no one probably cares but me, I'm going to address each of the other things that make me happy in life.

One. Jesus is my salvation and my rock on which to stand. I would be nowhere without Him. He's given me a different outlook on life, and I know that I would not be who I am without Him.

Foreign boys. *sigh*. Accents. Hot accents. Non-foreign boys. Hot. Good hair, good clothes.. Boys are nice. plus, they don't usually flip about stupid stuff. except for, you know, chicken nuggets in the lunch line, and when another guy looks at their girlfriend, and football and stuff. Wait. they do kinda freak about stupid stuff. Hmm. that stinks.

Homestar is absolutely one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. I love it sooo much. Strong Bad is like.. hilarious. Amazing writers. I would marry Strong Bad in an instant if he were hot, real, and an awesome guitarist.. haha. small joke.

My friends.. are.. my friends. if they didn't make me happy, didn't make me feel like everything was beautiful, even if it wasn't.. then they wouldn't be my friends.


Yeah. I have an AMAZING band called Cap'n Carol and the Scallywags. and..well.. holy heck. it's named after pirates.. what could be better? I sing and play guitar. and Erin is my bassist. she sings spectacularly. Jonathan is guitar and vocals as well. and we have Abby, who plays piano.. and wow. she sings too. we like singers. and our school's star senior jock is our drummer. Josh. good stuff.

So this is what blogging is. I always wondered if Brandon made up that word when he said "you stupid blogger" in kindergarten. Apparently, he didn't run to the copyrighting office fast enough because someone beat him to the punch. Imagine what the verb blog could have been: "to pick one's nose", "to shove dirt up one's nose", or even perhaps "to remove one's nose" (I did pull pretty hard on Brandon's nose that one time). Alas. The commercialization and corporatization of our society won over once more.