Hellooo

Well I haven't written in a very long time... I'm pretty much exhausted from my afternoon of intense karoke and cheese-eating. I don't really have much to say except for that I'm alive, exhausted, and broke. So...that's pretty much it! Can't wait for Christmas!
Much love and awkward hugs...
Ciara

A lot of descriptive ranting

I'm very happy, although I'm pretty much dying and coughing up a lung right now. Sugar is once more sleeping in a fuzzy heap of cuteness on my feet and my head is cloudy with ghosts of homework past. I just finished writing a 5 page literary analysis of Harrison Bergeron, which I must say was a great accomplishment and I'm quite pleased with myself. Not only that, but in addition to my brilliant masterpiece of literary wit, in a few short hours I also accomplished filling out one of Mr. Kohl's infamous and meticulous double-sided graphic organizers, created a political cartoon, and took extensive notes for my online college Sociology class. So, yes I'm feeling quite smug and self-important. Oh goodness, Sugar's ears are so silky. A funny sidenote: if you bite her ears very lightly, she'll turn her head and smother your lips and nostrils in wet and tender kisses. It's quite nice; makes me feel loved. I'm at the present reading The Mists of Avalon, which I'm finding a very satisfying read. Knowing that I descended from these kinds of barbarian people makes me feel very important and savage. When I'm sitting in school learning about things that do not pertain whatsoever to my career of choice, I often dream of a time instead where I might have painted myself blue and donned deerskins, and then I'd run all over the place and dance around mystical fires. This livens up my Government class considerably. I used to, in fact, have an imaginary boyfriend (claiming that's the best kind, and I've learned the hard way and can say now with perfect certainty that it is indeed true) named Jimothy who flew me away from class to exotic locations such as Australia where we would have great adventures and mixed drinks. These out of body experiences were usually enough to keep me awake. I find that in addition to fantasy worlds inside your head, there are other worlds you can enter as well, in a similar mystical fashion. One of the great ones is music. For example: I left school today feeling downtrodden and unloved. It had been a very long day, and many depressing things happened. One particularly disturbing thing nagging at my brain had pretty much enveloped me in a cloud of bitter and lonely angst. And then, I went to violin lessons with Fritz. The next 45 minutes erased all thoughts from my head except for long bowstrokes and the delicate technique of executing a flawless vibrato. I had entered the misty world of music, and coaxing those rich and otherworldly tones from the cheap violin upon which my face rested euphorically was my only true care. I forgot about everything else and spent almost a full delicious hour emersed in that beautiful and elusive state of mind. Once I started my car for the drive home, I was blasted by the loud chorus of Smooth Criminal by Alien Ant Farm and was shaken out of my musical reverie. It was sad. This much to say that when normal life is boring, it's possible to transport yourself somewhere else. Not in a bizarre and blasphemous 'I sleep with crystals under my pillow and pray to dogs with eight and a half legs growing out of their backs' kind of way, but just a frame of mind. I find this also happens when you spend time with God. This ancient ritual, existent from the dawn of time and the birth of this wretched planet, of communing with the all-seeing, omniscient, omnipresent and all-powerful God of the universe will of course take you to a different place. Because God is so much the opposite of the world we live in, save for the pure creation such as nature, it is only to be expected that when you are spending personal time with him, that you would forget about the world you're currently living in and enter another. These extra worlds are what get me through the mundane and petty rituals of life. I know what I'm meant for and what God wants me to do with my life, but in order to achieve it I must be stuck in this pitiful thing called high school, and it's awful. If I could seriously just go to a place where I learned and studied without the impediment of arrogant teachers and small-minded, shallow students, I'd be a much happier woman. But rather than focusing on practical things and big pictures, I spend my time like this- a whole hour in my Advanced Composition class listening to loud conversations about superficial and illegal things that repulse me, wondering why the teacher doesn't teach us. Seriously, if I'm doing all the work and the teacher hands out the books and tells you 'don't ask me any questions, look it up' then shouldn't I be getting paid a teacher's salary? Well...I've done my fair share of ranting and such, and now all I'm really thinking is that my eyebrows are getting out of control. And that my foot's fallen asleep. But anyway...that's pretty much it for tonight, I hope that my ramblings of ridiculously detailed and dramatic nature have quenched your thirst for a scuba dive into Ciara's brain. As usual...
Much love and awkward hugs
Ciara

Gweetings!

I stayed home from school today! And yes, I really was sick (I know my family ha ha). So...I'm bored and sneezing and decided to post! I'm lying under a too warm blanket but Sugar is laying on my legs in her cute little hoodie so I don't want to get up. Not much has been happening lately, but I'm thoroughly enjoying being single. I think I'll just do that for the rest of my life and my only great loves will by my cats. (Ha ha ha ha) So lately I think God's been calling me again. I really think I'm going to end up teaching English in France. Whenever I think about it it just seems right and it's like God's saying, 'yep, that's what I'm trying to tell you' and it's kinda cool...somehow I'm hoping I could incorporate working with children into that because I love kids a bunch. Pretty soon here I'll be starting to help in the nursery at church with the little kids and I'm so excited! Boogers and weird smells aside, children are my all-time favorite. So...yea I guess live and teach in France and maybe visit South Africa a few times since I wanna go there too, but I don't know if I could live there. So...prayers would be welcome and I love that I can ask that of you guys that's great :) Once again, I'm still angry about our President and that Americans don't think it's important for our country's leader to think that the Constitution is valid...aaargh...well I better blow my nose and get rid of this guy who keeps texting me...oh yeah, and some advice is also welcome...in addition to the 25 year old Turkish man from Germany who won't leave me alone, some guy of the Mexican persuasion is overly interested in me and I'm wondering if I should change my identity....

So once again...Much love and awkward hugs!!

Ciara

Vote for Ciara (all of your wildest dreams will come true)

So...upset about the election. Every time the principal says he needs to make an announcement I think it's that Obama was assassinated. (Did I spell that right? Whatever...) So I'm thinking that I'll run for president. I mean, apparently anybody can do it...even though Uncle Morgan is an illegal immigrant from Norway I think that I'm worthy to lead the country. So...yea as long as I can make good speeches (like Hitler...) people will vote for me I think. I'm seriously disappointed in America. Our generation is so ignorant and...urgh blah. And the whole thing with California, land of liberal fruits and nuts, having like ten times more electoral votes than all the other states is just retarded. I'm moving to Europe- I'll definitely be a genius in France. They'll ask me to sign their poodles and stuff like the Weird Al song, which is amazingly clever. Well...I'm now watching Survivor, and just got done watching The Office. The Office is pretty much the best show ever made I think. It's so awkward and amazing it's like my life on TV. So that's pretty much it...I'm kinda braindead right now...sooooo LOVE YOU ALL WHO ARE READING THIS!!!!
Loveses,
Ciara

It Turns Out I'm Psycho

So, I've learned that I'm kind of a mental case. After a couple weeks of a new boyfriend I started to feel all suffocated and retarded so now I'm single again- just me and my issues. But guess what? I'm happier now, so I guess that's good. However, Uncle Morgan, I would still love to see the dance move so interestingly titled 'the chewbacca' and appreciate your enthusiasm for embarrassing me. I have begun reading the Harry Potter series. Surprisingly, it's not as stupid or blasphemous as I had assumed, and has a quite quirky sense of humor. So, I've spent the day drinking delicious Belgian coffee, listening to French jazz, and writing a novel since I've been recently inspired. So, I'm doing pretty good right now. My government project is still sucking, because I'm always stuck with the guy I mentioned in my previous post. But, I've written a seven page speech (it is double-spaced though) on Bob Barr, which is very informative. I'm pretty dang proud of myself. I'm also starting on our assigned self-portraits in Art class. I hate it so far, because our slightly bizarre teacher decided to take it upon himself to take surprise pictures of us in class, and mine is revolting and hideous. My hair was in a ponytail as usual that day, so now this huge sketch of myself will look like I'm balding and that's never attractive. If my future French doctor philosopher rich Christian missionary husband in Australia ever sees this, I'll be an old maid forever. I'll have to start spending my college money on catlitter, since those are the only males who will be able to handle my unpredictable moodswings and singing Lady Marmalade in the shower.
So, I had ACT's again this morning. I got a really freaking awesome score last time, but if I get one more point this round, I'll get most of my tuition paid for through scholarships. It was really cold in the classroom and I had to pee the whole time. So, I'm pretty much exhausted, even though I took a four hour nap when I got home. On a happier note, Mom and I bought some new clothes for our little furry puppy Sugar. She now has a new winter coat with fake fur on the hood, and two cute little sweaters to keep her warm in the approaching chilly weather. She is just too dang adorable. She is now sleeping on Mom's lap wearing her little striped sweater with the fuzzy dingleballs on the collar. I sometimes think she has a cuter wardrobe than me. Another awesome thing!!!! I found my Halloween costume! I was going to be a geisha, because I have recently dyed my hair a delicious dark chocolate color, which is pretty much black, and I figured with black hair and super pale skin, year round, Asian was the way to go. But it turns out, that kimonos and costumes that don't come with fishnet tights and short whorish skirts don't come cheap, or anywhere near a small town in Kansas. So, I'm going to be a viking instead. I've got a helmet with big horns, fuzzy boots, and a short brown skirt. It's pretty dang cute, and I'm going to do a new rendition of my secretly cultivated buffalo dance. It involves a lot of stomping and tossing my head, which my darling uncle should appreciate, and I think I'll enjoy myself a lot at the school Halloween dance. So anyway, I better get back to my writing since I'm still inspired for now. Just wanted to update, since a lot has changed since my last post. I appreciate all of your comments and love you all dearly! So, I'm going to return now to writing and watching WifeSwap which this week features a family obsessed with alligators. Much love and awkward hugs!
Ciara xoxoxo

Me Again!!

Hello everyone...
I have finally found the time to ignore my College Algebra homework and write to you all! So...much has happened indeed since my last post. First of all, I went to homecoming. And in my desperate search for a date I found myself a boyfriend! Yeah I know really only I could manage that. Some of you are probably recalling things I said about being a nun and never looking at a boy again but I assure you this is destiny, because my new man has very nicely developed facial hair. Not only that, but he is very intelligent and could carry on a conversation with a pig's infected toenail-which makes talking to me seem pretty dang easy...I think that's what I meant...anyway, my family luuurves him and he's not an immature creep like my previous choices of males. In fact, he talks politics! And he even knows what 'politics' means!! So anyway, enough about that very faberulous topic...I've been very busy and stressed out lately and I don't have the time to practice my violin. Even the time I'm using now to blog isn't free time-it's homework time but my mom won't know that until she reads this :) So school is great except for me being sick the two previous days and now having a buttload of homework. And, everytime I have a huge project in a social studies class, I'm put in a group with the laziest, most lethargic pothead in my whole class. This does not make Ciara happy. It does not indeed. Anndd...I'm watching The Young and the Restless and I think that Nikki is a very scary person. Um...what else am I thinking? Sugar is adorable; Mom bought her a ladybug costume for Halloween and it's the cutest dang thing in the world. I love cats...I need to exercise but I don't want to...that's pretty much it! Other than school exhausting me, my life is pretty dang good! So...I'm gonna try and tackle the algebra...don't know what the heck I'm doing...ok!
I LOVE THE OFFICE I LOVE THE OFFICE I LOVE THE OFFICE I LOVE THE OFFICE!!!!!
Ciara!

Herroooo!

Hello my loverly fans and admirers. I am in a très happy mood, due to the fact that tonight I took a break from my perpetual reading and made two batches of very scrumptious scones and ate them with jam and nutella. Now that I'm feeling very European and my homework is done, I can sit and remark on my life whilst my full belly digests its contents of pastry and Sierra Mist. I've actually been in a quite good mood lately, and got a substantial amount of love today. Nevermind the fact that I am indeed free and single, I still got my share of kisses today. Most were from my little lovedumpling Sugar (the psychotic bipolar puppy), and then a few very tender licks from Francis, my chivalrous hairball of a cat. If I had a million dollars I would buy a moped and then stash the rest in a very giant pair of furry boots and I would tour the world. I'd really like to see Scotland...and France, since I speak both English and French I think I could handle it. Now I'm laughing in a very angry way because Brandon, my darling little sibling asked my mother how many times I was dropped on my head as a baby. This is very unfair. I think it's fairly normal for a person to grunt and click their tongue to the rythm of a French accordian song which has been stuck in their head. I just finished two days ago the most amazing book in my history of reading. I will put it on my bookshelf. It's called 'The Thirteenth Tale' by Diane Setterfield. It was very rich and finely worded. It made me want to eat raisin cake. Well, I'd better go, I'm quite busy planning to take over the world and find a way to rig elections so that Obama has no chance of winning. I think that if Meryl Streep was Batman, then Obama would most definitely be a very gay Robin. With the bald ham-like legs and freakish suit and whatnot. And I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in this assumption...so, I think I'll put on a cape and climb up to the roof now. I love all of my readers almost as much as I love olives
Ciao (and au revoir and stuff)

First Entry

AAAH! It's my new blog! Now I get to make my thoughts public, which might be dangerous, but that's ok. So anyways, I'm really tired and my puppy sugar is laying on my feet and she's really cute. And that's about it for now...nothing really important to say except for I'm excited for my birthday. I was just tired of the space for blog entries looking naked. So that's it!