Happy Easter from the Pratt family?

Happy Easter!

 

I would ask if there was anything possible that we could do to make these two morons go away. But then I thought, If I want them to go away, why am I putting them on my blog? Isn’t that keeping them around? Yes. So the new question is, what is wrong with these people?  They’re very annoying. It’s like you want to tell them to just stop straining themselves.

“It’s OK, we all know you hate each other, you’re probably not even married in real life”.

 

And P.S. , did anyone know that in Britain the word “prat” is a derogatory word for ”butt”?  It’s meaning is equivalent to our “twat”. HAH! That’s about right, Spencer.

“If one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me…”

It’s a frustrating situation when you feel like you have everything figured out. You know exactly whats going on and where it’s headed and what you’re going to do in response.  You’re happy..excited..anxious about the future and the new events and perspectives that it is bringing along with it. Everything is going your way and it couldn’t get better.

BAM. WHAP. SLAP. PING. ouch. 

Because it stings.

You’re blindsided, thrown a curve ball, bamboozled, hoodwinked, conned, and played for the vulnerable fool inside of you that you’ve never met before.  And in that moment you realize that you have two choices. Give in to the weakness; let it consume you, agonize you, oppress you, become you.

Or you conquer it.

You look your tribulations in the face and say “no”.  “This isn’t going to destroy me. I’m better than this”. And you triumph over it.

Taking the high road is never easy. It’s always the decision that seems as if it’s going to kill you. You know that in the end for, whatever reason, it’s for the best. But it’s the one that hurts the most. Sometimes it’s hard to understand why things happen the way they do. Why people  just write you off as if you’re nothing. As if you don’t have feelings, or your wounds don’t exist, or none of it ever happened in the first place. Yea, as if.

But every now and then the pain is good and it’s taken me until now to realize it. Things do happen for a reason. I believe that we’re given circumstances to learn from. I suppose that now I know how it feels to be burned by my own ways.

Nothing Can Come of Nothing, Speak Again.

My grandmother asked me the other day what it meant to “twitter”. I wasn’t sure so I made my own twitter account. I’ve been toying with it for 2 days and I still don’t know what the hell it is. First of all, it’s screwing around with my picture. I’m pretty sure that “twitter” is getting a kick out of seeing me fight with it. I uploaded a picture and then didn’t like it, so I uploaded another. I went back to my home page and the old one was on there! I tried again to upload the picture that I liked better and it keeps coming up as the old one that isn’t as good. It isn’t that I HATE the picture. It’s that I think I look a little bit trashy in it. That’s all. And I’m not trashy.

My second argument with twitter is that in order to send messages from your cell phone, you have to enter a country code. Maybe I’m just ignorant, but that thew me off. I think that I’m just bitter because I have ZERO followers. The concept really is a good idea. And I like the picture of the little whale on the page that tells you that there are too many tweets. I’ll figure it out eventually. Or I’ll just get Zack to do it for me.

In other news I’m almost done with Breaking Dawn. I’ve really begun to embrace the fact that I am one of “those” fans. I used to try and hide my mad love for Twilight but now I’m cool with it. I mean I’m not going to go out and buy the T-shirt or anything, but I’m just saying that if Rob Pattinson showed up on my doorstep, I wouldn’t tell him no. In fact, well no, nevermind. Not on the internet! Is it getting hot in here? I’m cuter than whats-her-face anyway. Am I the only one that thinks there’s something unmistakeably cheap about her? Maybe she should try smiling every now and then. It isn’t likely to help but it’s worth a try.

I’m pretty glad that this day is nearly over for several reasons:

1. My mom and I have battled all day. Usually when we battle it’s more like she yells and I…don’t listen. Why is she upset? Good question. These are the key phrases that I picked up while I was thinking about how I haven’t taken my contacts out in 4 days.
A. I came home from visiting friends at Auburn University this weekend and my stuff came home smelling like cigarettes and beer. Go figure. I went to a fraternity house. Of course that’s what I came home smelling like. BELIEVE ME, with some of the shinannigans I saw, I could have smelled like a lot worse things.
B. I’m ungrateful. Really?
C. I’m spoiled. Bla bla bla. Is that all you’ve got Momma S?
D. I drive too much. That one didn’t really even makes sense to me
E. I’m allowed to do WAY more than my older sister was. Perhaps that’s because I don’t have a fiance at the tender age of 19. Or maybe because I’m responsible. Or smart. Or any of those things.

2. Pat Benetar is stuck in my head like something FIERCE. “Weeeee belong to the night we belong to each other. Weeee belong!” I don’t care who you are, that song is incredible. I was totally meant to grow up in the 80’s. Too bad. However, the 90’s were pretty shibby, musically speaking.

3. Six Flags is Wednesday.

4. Graduation is 1 day closer.

5. Auburn is 1 day closer.

6. I have a headache (Refer to par. 4…contact lenses perhaps?)

7. Yoplait Thick and Creamy Yogurt is delicious. This isn’t a reason why I’m glad this day is almost over. But it’s a hella truth. Word.

It’s Day 2 of being POSITIVELY single for me ladies and gentlemen. That’s a new record. No really…it is. But this time I’ve sworn off boyfriends for good. Relationships are too much trouble.