After watching the opening scene of X-Men 2, in which Nightcrawler attacks the President.

Kistie: That’s why they don’t do tours of the White House.
Brandon: Because they’re afraid of mutants?

Happy Birthday Leahanne!

Ok, so this summer there was this loser kid name Ryan who liked this girl named Lisa. Lisa showed some sporadic interest in Ryan, but not much ever really happened. Then Ryan left and Lisa dated Nick. Ryan lost interest until he visited Texas in October, when he found himself attracted to her once again. However, Lisa did not like Ryan and essentially told him to fuck off. After this, Ryan completely lost interest in Lisa. He actually grew really resentful and said some bad things about her to other people. Then Ryan returned once again and Lisa claimed to “care”. However, Ryan could give a shit. He didn’t spend time with her and apparently pissed her off. Oh well, cause she didn’t really give a shit either.

Great story, huh? Yeah, one of my friends told it to me. Thought I’d share it with ya’ll…the names are purely coincidental.

Christmas Eve…one of the happiest days of the year, right? Why do I feel like shit then? I got an email from Alexia today and realized I really care about that girl. Of all my friends, she’s the one that I relate to the most. Now I’m writing her back and thinking about all the times we’ve shared over the last three years. I keep doing this. I’m growing more and more sentimental by the day, and also more critical. Ok, I definitely need closure in Belgium before I return to Texas…back to the email.

I don’t feel bad about moving back to Texas and I should. It won’t make things easier for the school and I’m leaving my friends. Why do I keep looking past this?

I still haven’t told Lauren…I wonder if she’ll even care. Our friendship is almost to the point of non-existence and I don’t know who’s fault it is. Anyway, now I’m really sad…now this isn’t a rant at all, but a journal entry almost. Come to think of it, this section isn’t usually filled with “rants” but rather just short entries. But it’s not a journal! Usually. Back to Lauren…I’m listening to Incubus, which always reminds me of her. I hate how things change and wish that I could go back to last year. I miss not having a best friend (Brandon aside). Yeah, that’s all.

Ok, Belgian friends write me now…why? Because I’m moving back to Texas. It’s essentially final. I’m sorry, and you have no idea how hard the decision was, but it is the best decision for me. I’ll be back in January and leave after exams. Please talk to me! I need to hear back from ya’ll.

Ok, I think I am going to move back. I was talking with the Rice Admissions counselor and she told me that if I had to move back for financial reasons that no college in America would hold that against me. In other words, my chances are EXACTLY the same if I stay or leave. If I stay I will finish my IB Diploma. In all honesty this isn’t that important to me. I’ve proven that I can take the challenge and don’t think I will be coping out or anything. Additionally, if I stay I will have to endure four months of hell which I’m not really looking forward to. However, I will also have to leave my friends which really hurts me. I don’t want to leave them, and I am afraid of their responses. I haven’t been able to spend much time with them this year, and I’m pretty sure they think that I hate them or something. This definitely wouldn’t help matters. I would also be screwing over both the Drama Club and Yearbook…it would be hectic, in yearbook at least, if I left. That is one of my biggest concerns.

However, moving back to Belgium seems like the better choice. It will save my parents a much needed $6,500 (approximately), which would go towards college. Additionally, I would be able to be with my family and enjoy high school for once. I could probably find a girlfriend (seems trivial but I guess it matters) and would have a much lighter work load. True, I don’t have as many friends in Texas, and my best friend is in college. Also, going back to FHS after four years and knowing practically no one would be strange, but I still think it would be better for me. So what do you think? Email me and tell me reasons for either staying in Belgium or moving to Houston…they will matter! I am going to be making my decision VERY SOON, possibly before Christmas and need to know what ya’ll really think. (i.e. Belgian people, convince me to stay!!)

Looking forward to hearing from ya’ll (ASAP).

Texas is my home. I love it. Today I got to see RotK, again, and got to hang out with my friends all day. I even saw Lisa, who leaves tomorrow and won’t see me for a week and a half. Is it just me or are things awkward around her? Probably just me…oh well. People in Belgium should email me or else I am gonna stay here and never return.

I’m in the best mood I have been in for weeks! I got to watch RotK, am listening to Counting Crows and am an hour from Texas. This Christmas is going to kick ass!!

I’ve always loved Christmas more than any other holiday, but this year is even more special because I get to return to Texas. Now, as many of you know, I love Texas. LOVE. So much so that I actually want to move back there despite NUMEROUS people pleading for me not to (ok, it was just Geoff…wow, I’m totally not loved here!) Anyway, I get to spend the holiday seasons with all my friends and it’s gonna kick some major internal ass-essment. Here I come ya’ll!!!

This week I have decided that I probably shouldn’t drink anymore. I know I will, but I really shouldn’t. Firstly, last Friday I found out that when I got really drunk at Homecoming I told Steffi Bartlett all about my life. That was embarrassing, because I don’t remember it at all. Secondly, last night I got a little plastered to celebrate my rejection…I mean “deference”…and ended up saying a lot of crap. I think I ended up yelling at Liz for over an hour…good times. Yeah, probably shouldn’t have done that but what can I do now?

The king returns in three days, 9 hours and 9 minutes….