Annoying Little Sisters

Can you guys guess what this one's about?

So this is what happened: I went to youth group this weekend, and in the middle of the sermon, my sister has to use the john. She does, and then comes back saying a mentally retarded kid is just sitting outside the door but won't come in. She goes out there, feeling bad for the kid, and eventually, feeling guilty that I didn't 100% indorse her skipping the sermon, I followed. So basically, we stood out there with the kid, who could barely speak and was in a wheelchair, talking to him. Eventually, I go back inside, wanting to catch the rest of the sermon.

Later, our parents pick us up and we start to walk home, when my sister starts talking about how bad she feels for this kid, when I say, "Well, I don't feel that bad for him, because when I asked him why he was out there, he just said, 'It's boring in there'."

All the sudden, my sister goes ballistic, saying that I'm "shallow" and "don't care about mentally retarded kids".

For some reason, being smart makes people automatically label you as indifferent, or less emotional. They mistake intelligence and being objective as being non-caring. That's what my sister did tonight. She made the assumption that I had no feelings for this boy; that I didn't care about him being alone.

But I did, and I did feel bad about him being alone, but I also recognized the fact that it was his choice. He wouldn't be out there if he didn't want to be.

This is what happens with pets in my family too: I'm always the discipliner, the objective person. And for that, my family thinks that I don't love every creature great and small, and that I must have a heart of stone. But I don't. And God dammit I love my dogs! Just because I discipline them does not mean I am heartless. And just because I do not feel guilty about this boy's choice that has nothing to do with me does not mean I do not care about said boy.

Being smart is a lot harder than it looks.

Tirza Reed, Signing out.

"There's Organs in There!"

Dear my few and far-between readers,

It gets lonely sometimes, writing for people who may or may not exist. So hey, if you visit this page, Leave a comment. It gives me the motivation to keep going, you know? I mean, I've gotta have that pretty maiden to look forward to if I'm gonna fight that dragon, if you no what I mean. So don't be shy, cuz I don't bite... Much...

On that note, today was the American holiday of Thanksgiving. First observed nearly 300 years ago (maybe more, can't remember), this holiday is a celebration of all that God has given us, and it is also a who-can-eat-the-most-turkey contest. My Thanksgiving was really fun, and the food was great. First, we hung around the neighbors house playing some video games (I love these things, but our PS2 is currently out of commision), and then we settled down for the big meal. I have to say though, it was the dessert that really got me. It was this peanut butter-filled cheesecake deal with oreo crust and a layer of expresso chocolate on top. DELICIOUS!

Then, we moved onto the Tournament of Charades, the most epic, the most anticipated game of the year! The first one was "who is your favorite movie heartthrob?", and my mom chose that guy who played James Bond to act out for us. The only thing she could remember about his appearance was that he used to have a mustache, so she was running around with a pretend gun putting her finger over her lip, pretending to have a mustache. Our guesses ranged from "Killer Caterpillar" to "Adolf Hitler". Guess whose team lost miserably?

Well, I hope your thanksgivings were as fun as mine! Don't hesitate to comment on them in the comment section!

Tirza Reed, signing out.

Tales of (Love) SICKNESS!

Hey everyone,

So yeah, as the title says, I am going to be doing some ranting and raving about love triangles and love sicknesses: In movies, in books, and in my current life as it is today.

Why? All in due time.

Basically, I think that Twilight is not romantic at all. It's stupid. And the fact that people want their relationships to be like Bella and Edward's is super stupid. And I hate that people try to apply that kind of relationship in theirs with me. Or at least try to.

Why do I dislike Twilight, you ask? Because Edward is a stalker, Bella is a mindless zombie slut, and Jake is the only sane person in the whole thing! (Besides Alice, but that's besides the point!) And then, conveniently, Jake is turned into a massive jerk in the third book because Edward lost all of his fan base after book 2, where he totally *SPOILER ALERT* ditches Bella and gets replaced by Jacob! And Robert Pattinson is not hot! (But Taylor Lautner, now he's a different story...)

And you know what I hate more than obsessors over Twilight? Friend-obsessors who won't stop touching my ass!

I mean, don't get me wrong, I like this guy as a friend, but I'm seriously considering not being his friend anymore because of this. I don't mean to be a prude, but seriously, I can tell he isn't joking around when he does this. And he doesn't seem like he's gonna stop with my butt, either! God, why are high school boys so... Stupid!?!?!?!?

But in more happy, lighter news, I have a new crush: Eric the Modern Mozart. The downside is he's a senior. The upside is that he seems to be one of the few people who really gets me. The other downside is that he doesn't think of me in that way as far as I know. The other upside is that I can wait...

I don't know, he just plays the music so well; it pulls at my heart strings. I'm a sucker for musicians, since I am one. Geez, God, couldn't you have made him just a TAD bit younger?!?!?!?

Anyway, I think I've done enough ranting for one day,

Tirza Reed, Signing Out

Nippin' Out in Band Class

Wow. I don' even have words for this. I have been gone for almost two months. 

I should be burned on a stack of blog entries.

Anyway, on a lighter note, marching band is over! So is soccer. : .( And we beat Grass Pants in finals, ahem, I mean Grants Passanova. : ) So concert season beings, and I relish being able to play my oboe everyday. It is glorious. 

Okay, wanna hear something funny?

So my concert band gets divided in two during the season, one being the wind ensemble, the advanced group (that's me!) and the other group. ( I don't remember their name.) Anyhow, Mr. R directs WE, and Mrs. V (involuntary puking) directs the other group. Just so ya'll know, Mrs. V sucks.

1. She cannot conduct.

2. She cannot keep a rhythm.

3. She is constantly nipping out! It's almost vulgar!

Anyway, in front of the other group, she starts to chastise a clarinet girl about vanity, and then openly declares, "I don't wear a bra!"

I don't know about you, but the nippin' out suddenly made a lot more sense then I ever, ever would have wanted it to.

I'm going to have nightmares for weeks. There are just some things therapy cannot fix.

Anyway, until next time, folks,

Tirza Reed, signing out

A terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

I had a bad day today.

First off, I didn't get to sleep in. And I don't get to tomorrow either, cuz' of Race For the Cure Of the Bubonic Plague, which I have have to wake up at four to get to. So today, anyway, I could only sleep in to seven, which is unheard-of when it comes to my sleep schedule.

Then, I had to go to seven hours of marching band practice. I kid you not; seven hours of mindless hammering on my sorry excuses for chimes. And I'm not even counting my hour-long lunch break, which had to be cut short for pit people (percussion minus drum line) because we had to set up. I cannot relax in forty-five minutes. 

Thank goodness the pit guys took me out to lunch (Gnatt, a junior marimba player/nerd drove, while Ram, Mucus, Herod, Mung and I piled into the back of his rickety wagon.), or I would've died of boredom. See, I truly love hanging out with my guy friends in band because they're all so funny and cool to hang out with. There's no gossip, no back-stabbing, just good-natured ridiculous fun. Like pulling over and forcing Mung out of the car when he claimed that the Insects sucked a$$. 

After running after our wagon and groveling beside us, we let him back on, but only if he said the insects were his favorite band. Take a wild guess what happened next. 

Of course, I have girl friends too, and some super good, sweet, kind ones to boot. In fact, I hang out with them more than my guys. But after a while, it feels good to spend some time with simple-minded men.

And yes, I just insulted yet complimented the male species. Get over it.

Well, my day did end on an good note, for spaghetti was to be had when I got home. So t wasn't all bad. But tomorrow, I wake up at four. Oh joy. Until next time,

Tirza Reed, signing out.

Contests, Gargoyles, and Rekindled Friendships

I once again have a very good reason for skipping a post: I was in a talent competition! It's called Southwest Shire's got talent, and to enter you must submit a video of yourself, have people vote for you, and if you get enough votes, you just might get into the top ten. Cool stuff, huh? Anyhow, I sang Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'", and I got pretty high marks. I ended up getting third, getting passed up only by an opera singer and a drumline, which were both very formidable opponents. Anyway, it was a great experience, and I ended up getting some great cash out of it. 

So the other day, I was on Deivantart, and I saw this drawing titled, "Gargoyle girls", and found it intriguing. I looked at it, and recognized a TV show I used to see reruns of. So I thought, "OMG OMG OMG I GOTTA FIND THIS ON YOUTUBE OMGOMGOMG!"

I can get a bit excited when I find a new cartoon to watch.

So I found it, and I've fallen in love with it. Truly, I have. Goliath is a sexy beast. Literally.

Anyway, I also got a phone call from a person I thought had forgotten about me. Well, a new year, new beginnings; might as well throw in new and improved friendships.

Until next time,

Tirza Reed, signing out.

I know, I know: I missed a day. : (

Well, I have a good explanation, I promise! On Thursday, I had a JV soccer game against the Gondor Knights. We murdered them, of course. It was 8 to 1. But then, I had to watch the Varsity game, and believe me, these things are stinkin' long! 

Then, I remembered that Dr. Questa wanted me to get my supplies before class on Friday, so off to the trading post we went. 

Believe me, it gets better.

So, coming home, I think, "Huh, I do have some bio and math homework, but no big deal!"

I was wrong. It was a big deal.

So I spent an hour and a half on this stuff, and I don't go to sleep until eleven.

And I wake up at five!

I know, I know, that it doesn't sound that rough, but believe me, I get migraines if I don't get good enough sleep, period. There of course are other triggers, but that the doosie.

And to top it all off, my cousins Frodo, Merry, and Pippin have disappeared! Ugh, they always leave me behind on their adventures! (I mean, come on, they left me at SHIRE HIGH! UGH!)

Anyway, that is my excuse for missing yesterday. I hope you enjoyed it tremendously.

Tirza Reed, signing out