Assuming the worst.

Every one just assumes the worst in a situation. It pisses me off. People are not always out to get you, to hurt you, and to just be a jerk! I have a stupid mouse that causes lots of problems for me often (But I love it because it is my laptop mouse and I just have to love it.)  and when playing 21 questions on Facebook I sometimes mess up stuff. Like I'll click yes when I meant no, and no when I meant yes. Well this happened and someone sent me a message saying, "You're answers were pretty *******." I was confused because I try really hard not to say mean things even when I think them. So I sent this person back a message and explained to them my mouse problem. I asked them what I had said that was so freaking mean that they felt the need to send me an angry message about. When they told me what I had said I almost cried. It was really mean. So I explained and it was all good, they totally understood and even apologized to me. But why is it that people always just assume that we're jerks? Like, "Oh she sniffed in a strange manner when I walked by after volleyball practice, she thinks I stink! What a jerk!" When really she had just been crying or had bad allergies to something. Our first response is to just assume that everyone is out to get us. What is that about? Well, that is my rant for now. If you have the answer to why people assume the worst let me know. I'm curious. Stay Amazazing!!  (:

Happy 20th Birthday Julia

Joyeux anniversaire soeur gros, tu me manques tellement! Vous auriez eu vingt ans aujourd'hui. Fou n'est-ce pas? La vie ne sera jamais la même sans vous. Près de trois ans depuis que vous avez morts. On dirait que jamais, et pourtant il se sent comme si c'était hier. Difficile à croire que j'ai vit trois ans de ma vie sans toi. Notre frère est un idiot n'est-il pas? Toutes les choses stupides que vous at-il ressent le besoin d'une place vous. Me rend triste et fou en même temps. Je vous sens avec moi, parfois, et il est l'un des meilleurs sentiments que j'ai jamais eu. Je sais que vous serez toujours là, avec moi, même si je ne peux pas voir, sentir, ou que vous touchez. J'ai dit à mon ami un peu plus sur une expérience que j'ai eu après tu es mort et il le libellé comme suit: «En parlant à mon âme». Aimez-vous! Vous avez eu une belle vie, et maintenant dans la mort vous êtes toujours étonnante.
 TRANSLATION:"Happy birthday big sister, I miss you so much! You would have been twenty years old today. Crazy is it not? Life will never be the same without you. Almost three years since you died. Seems like forever, yet it feels like it was just yesterday. Hard to believe that I have lives three whole years of my life without you. Our brother is an idiot is he not? All the dumb things you did he feels the need to one up you. Makes me sad and mad at the same time. I feel you with me sometimes and it is one of the best feelings I have ever had. I know you will always be here, with me, even if I cannot see, feel, or touch you. I told my friend a little bit about an experience I had after you died and he worded it as, "Speaking to my soul". Love you! You have had a great life, and now in death you are still amazing. "

Here is a poem I wrote about Julia a little while ago. It is posted on my other blog "Night Fallen".

Moving on

I thought it was jut the wind passing through,

But much to my surprise it was you,

Sending chills down my spin,

Letting me know it will be all right,

I cry everyday since you left Earth to escape,

Oh how your absence is filling me with such heartache,

I'm drowning our mamma in my tears,

Although time has passed into years.

I am missing you yet again today,

So very haunted by your smiling face,

You're reaching out and letting go,

 Working so hard to let me know,

You are there for me,

Even though it is just your picture I see,

You'd hold me in your arms,

You are so close, yet so very far,

The days have gotten dark,

And moving on is always hard,

But you  left me with your mark,

To be left forever in my heart,

So until we meet again,

I will be moving on to meet my end,

And at last we will be together,

To spend happily the rest of forever

I wrote this in memory of my sister, Julia Lea Robison, 1991-2008. RIP Jewel, we miss you so much.

Sleep ranting...

I have decided to put an end to cat diaries. Too hard to write, too hard to read. Any protests? I thought not. My birthday was good but the "party" will be better. I am taking three close friends to Lagoon this week and it shall be epic. I am a lazy personage. Mhm, Now stop your complaints. (OR I SHALL MAKE YOU SUFFER!! EXCRUTIATING PAINS!!!) In other words I will add the song "Friday" By Rebbecca Black to this. (I''m kidding, I love you too much. We should use that song in interrogation rooms. I would confess after the fifth time they played it...anything to make it stop...) What is up with The Amazing Staci? (Yeah, I am talking about myself in a third person...I think it was the mention of that torturous song...makes me weirder than usual...) Nothing. NOTHING! Well...something. I am going to camp soon...and then Education Week up at BYU in August. Yeah, I am so ninja...OH MY GOSH! I have news. Everyone who knows me and loves me will be excised about this. There is a blender called a ninja. Imagine that conversation..."Yeah, I have a Ninja in my kitchen. They chop up my food for me at the speed of electricity. Oh, and their black..." I don't know about you, but I would feel like that was something to brag about. I would be super proud of this. I saw the Winnie The Pooh movie. It was cute. Made me sad that the voices were not the same as my childhood. Stupid Walt Disney! They take away all the wholesome shows, change my characters, and add pure stupidity to everything they air. Just you wait...when I am rich and have some pull in the community...things will change. For the better! (Unlike Obama's campaign. He said things would change. And they did. FOR THE WORSE!) Yeah, I am just on a rant tonight. Lots of stuff happening lately that sucks worse than a five dollar hoe. (yeah, that was a wee bit inappropriate. Sorry. I try to keep my blog rated G) But it was funny, huh? I am so sorry...Naw, not really. I just feel slightly bad...Oh, BTW! I have recently learned that no one should ever let me use an electric razor. My dog looks like he got spat out by a lawnmower. I am not kidding. Poor thing had his dignity shaved off. He was a sheltie, now he looks like an over grown hampster that found itself in a garbage disposal. Special shout out to my "Aunt" Terry. Love the purse and the shirt! YOU DA BOMB! I just got the urge to beat someone with a large foam covered bat until I cry tears of joy. Any volunteers? Come on! It would be a late birthday present...This has no real subject does it? I am like...sleep ranting. (I say sleep ranting because I am tired, and when I get tired, lack of sleep causes me to say things that are really true...sometimes too true. The truth causes pain or whatever...) Well...this has been an AMAZING rant. Love ya, stay Amazing. :D

Sleep attack

I was woken up this morning by my father at five in the lousy summer morning. So I helped him get out the door, sat on the couch, and the next thing I know it is noon and I am dying of heat. I have no idea what happened. I do not remember laying down, I do not remember shutting my eyes, it is like a total black out. For all I know I could have been mind controlled by some crazy serial killer and made to beat and murder people. IT WAS LIKE A FOR REAL SLEEP ATTACK!!! The scariest part is that this is not the first time this has happened to me. There have been many times when I have no recollection of going to bed. Once I found my self asleep on the stairs at my friend's house when I had gone to sleep in her room about a hundred yards away. Another time I was asleep on my downstairs couch when I fell asleep in the car. Crazy. I think I suffer from sleep walking, or sleep attacks, or I am implanted with a mind control device. (Mose likely the third option, because I know some shady, smart people who would love to control my epicness,) That is all for now. Stay AmAzInG.

Cat diaries. Part one?

Week one: I find myself dragged away from my mother and in the paws of a giant, red furred, pale monkey. He walks me to a structure and takes me into it. I scream at him to put me down, and I also scream for my mamma to help get me out of his clutches. Inside the structure he gives me to a much smaller, younger female. She holds me and gives me care and comfort. I learned to love her. Then I was passed on to meet two more humans, obviously the dominants of the pack. I find that chewing on their large, soft paws is much fun but I am still scared. The scariest part of this place is the two wolves that haunt its halls. The largest one, a huge tan creature came up to sniff me and all I could do was shiver in fear until it stopped its assessment of me. I fell asleep in the arms of the young female, completely accepting her as my surrogate mother.

Week two: I have grown to love it here. Free food, love, and there is another cat here. She hates me and won't let me get too close yet but I intend to get close enough to learn from her. I have no cat mother, only a human mother they call Staci, and the other mother is Staci's mom. The big dog is now gone, which my Staci seems heart broken about so I try to cheer her up by attacking her feet as she walks and ripping up her cords. I am now forced to eat dry cat food as well as the crappy mix and heat stuff that is the replacement for my mother's milk. I miss my mom but I am learning a lot and the humans are kind, but they tend to spray me with water whenever I attack things I'm not supposed to or get on things they don't like me sinking my claws into.

this has been a diary entry or two by my kitten monster. This is his perspective on life and I thought it would be enjoyable by cat lovers every where. Stay Amazing. ;)

Independent

I am an American, therefore I am Independent of all the plots, cruelties, and opinions of all of man. I am free to think, act, and worship as I wish. I am a daughter of God, and I am America's daughter. I am left to my own devices to enjoy the pursuit of happiness. Any man, woman, or plot that attempts to take these rights and freedoms away from me will parish under the boot prints of my American soldiers. Any one willing to stand up to my brother's in arms will be under the mercy and might of such brave men.We, the people of the United States of America are the finders and followers of Justice, the land of the free, the home of the brave. Today is this great nation's birthday. The day when our ancestors and for fathers were given the same rights we have privilege of today. Today was the day thousands of men fought for and died for, and thousands more still do so to protect and defend such rights. As the American people we tend to take such blessings; such rights, for granted. Today is the day to recognize and give thanks for such rights. Happy Birthday America. May we all take today to not only remember the lives that were sacrifices for such beautiful freedoms, but may we also remember to keep these rights and hold on to them with our lives. It is not an enemy invader that stands on our door step threatening to take them away, it is our own people. Our leaders, their followers, and the power hungry leeches that are so willing to take away such rights that we need to fight and protect against. Those who ask us to forget that God is the one that gave us this great nation, and all that we have would have us see the destruction of this great country and all of its liberties, because the moment we forget that which God has given us, is the moment he will take it away. "I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation under God, Indivisible, with liberty and Justice for all." Our founding fathers were in the right to put, "under God" in the pledge of allegiance, because it was under God that we were created, it was under God that this nation was created, and it is under God that we still live.Stay Amazing. ;) Stay free.

BORED

Ah, summer. The season of freedom, the season of love, and the season of boredom. I am so bored I could cry. No one can hang out lately, and no one is around. I have finished all my video games and I will scream if i have to sit on my butt for one more hour. AGHHH! Get me out of this house! Please! Anyone! Just get me out of here!. Love you! Stay Amazing.