It's hard to describe emotions.  We try to put names on them, but what really is the difference between sadness and melancholy?  Why are you more frustrated than annoyed?

Even more so, why is happiness different from sadness?  Why is one thing different from another.  If I think about it too much, everything starts to get all messed up in the space-time continum, like in Back to the Future, or whatever, and then we all get sucked into a void and wind up with disappearing hands while we play onstage at a prom.

It's an ugly business, so I try not to think about it.

Love,
Gracey :elmo:

 It's tough to say what I would do if I had one day left to live.  I mean, we can assume from the normal state of things that I wouldn't KNOW if I had one day left to live, so I'd probably just wind up going to school, logging on to MCBC, talk to some friends, flirt a little with Kevin.  But that's assuming that I didn't know.

If I did know, I'd get all my friends together in one place, and I'd make sure I'd see them all.  I'd kiss a boy, I'd give my littlest sister the biggest hug she'll ever get.  I'd eat my favorite foods.  And I would write a really long farewell letter, so that everyone would know all the thoughts that I had in my head.  I like to think that those who survived me would be interested in what thoughts I had in my head.  Maybe someone would even be able to make use of them, one day.  

Of course, this summary of events is coming from someone who's never been there.  I have no idea what I would or would not do if I had one day left to live.  I'm not in that position.  I think that it's hard to predict how one would react in an extreme situaton unless you've experienced it.  So i guess that's what I would do.  I mean, it's not like I really know.

That's my guess.

Love,
Gracey

 Do I get a prize for getting a 96% on my Driver's Ed exam?  Does that make me in some way exempt from not logging onto LJ for almost a month?  I really feel like it should count for something.  

Well, it counts enough to allot me a form to get my acutal permit, when my birthday comes around.  So I guess that's something.

I don't predominantly post on here, though.  I blog with a friend mainly on vox.com, so when I come on here it;s secondary and belatedly.  But it's not like I usually have anything that interesting to say, anyway.  Most of what I've been thinking about in recent times is exams, and one particular boy who shall remain unmentioned outside of this single sentence.

Also (and yes, I realize that this doesn't make up for the three weeks preceeding THAT) I've been varying degrees of sick for the past two weeks.  And that's frustrating.  I mean, just when you think you're about to get better, some other ailiment kicks in, and you're sick in another way.  At least I have going for me the fact that I don't get sick often.  But when I do, it's a doozy.

I wish I had something interesting to talk about.  But, when I do have something that's actually excellent, and possibly quasi-interesting, my first instinct is to pick up the purple velvet covered journal that one of my good friends gave me in seventh grade.  This was one year before she moved, and two years before I moved, and now, unless she's visiting New Jersey at the same time that I am, I won't ever really get to see her.  It's nice to have her journal, though.

Now I run the risk of sounding terribly nostalgic.

!!!

(How Jessica Darling was that?)

Good Eats is on!  Okay, so you should feel free to call me a terrible nerd, but BOY do I love the Food Network.  Especially Good Eats.  Alton Brown is one of my favorite TV personalities ever.  In fact, the only one who can beat him is probably the weatherman from New Jersey, who I got to see when I visited this summer. 

Here's to you, John Elliot.  It was a sad, sad day when I had to come home, and got to see you no more.

And here's to you, Alton Brown, who I haven't seen since summer, because I can never figure out when Good Eats is on.  Thanks for the spaztic schedule.

Really.  I. Salute. You.

:Gracey's tone rapidly declines into bitter:

Okay, okay, chilling out.  It's just that my nose really hurts.  And I'm really tired.  And I really want to watch Psych tonight.  But I also really want to sleep.  Sometimes it's a tough call.  

:steers rapidly away from whining:

I feel like I should just shut up now.  Though, I'll probably be back later.  I'm working on the whole passing-time thing.  

But if I'm not back later, I probably wont be back in forever.  My blogging partner promised to post tonight, so I can bitch over there, instead of here, sparing you all.

(By "you all", I mean my imaginary friends.  Yup.)

Love,
Gracey

Mblagh.  I'm tired.  And watching Love Actually.  And not writing cohesive posts.  And pissed at the video challenge my friend gave me.

But DAMN was his video funny.  

He dressed up as Romeo AND Juliet.  Excellent.

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:dies:

Love,
Gracey  

On an aside, I invite you guys to visit a project I've been doing with my good friend Trey, which is a joint-blog type thing. We're trying to see if we can get other people involved, too.

sockmonkeyslipers.vox.com

If I can figure out how to add a link to my journal, I will.  But I'm kind of stupid at this, so don't be hopeful.

Love,
Gracey 

Something on the home page is asking what my secret talent is.  Unfortunately, that's a ridiculously easy question to answer:

I whistle REALLY WELL.

Like, I can whistle any tune that I know.  And much better that I can sing it.  It's some mysterious, utterly useless talent that I have.  If I could figure out a way to make a living off of it, I'd have the easiest job EVER.  Because it's like, I hear something once, and then I can whistle it forevermore.  It sticks in my head, like gum to your hair when your little brother spits it in and then smooshes it there.

Anyway, for those of you who watch Brotherhood 2.0, I'm kind of feeling sad about John's last video, though I loved that little eyebrow thing that he did at the end.  I DONT WANT IT TO BE OVER.  Like, it's really upsetting.  I think I'll just go cry now.

Or not.  Because I have to read a bunch of Cold Mountain, which I'm reading for English/History, and also because I really like the Civil War.  I mean, I don't LIKE it, because it was a war, and wars suck (at least, I assume they do), but as far as history goes, it's pretty damn cool.

Note to self: save rant about history for the next post.

Love,
Gracey