Some People I Miss...

:-O *CUUUUUURSE*

Ew gross. I miss these peoples too much. Either I miss them or I want to see them so bad (because I don't remember them enough to miss them :-")

So...to begin with...

Roxanne, Isabelle, and Abigail:

These three are somewhat connected. They used to be like my best friends. I tried to be a part of their 'clan'. =/ Well not a clan per se...and I'm sure they loved me sometimes, even though I was a retarded fweak. :) So anyways. I loved them always. And I got them into a helluva lot of trouble on occasion, and they forgave me! :-O Hahah...miss you guys!

Turkey People:

Too many to name. But I miss all of you. Even those of you I never got along with. And I know none of you are going to read this, and I doubt many of you loved me...:-"...but I'm writing it anyways. Turkey, I miss you in some ways. :-*

Cherwi:

Ahem...I really don't know who she is now. I mean I do...kinda. And I love her...somehow. And I miss her too, oddly. Even though we didn't talk for years. And I messed her up. And stuff. And she's great. And I had better miss her, and I hope she misses me, and I want to meet her again weaally bad. That would be awesome. :-* Love you, hons.

And ew ew ew. I can't think of anyone else that I reaaaally miss...I mean that I miss kinda...but I've seen them more recently. And a lot of people I meet I don't miss at all. =) Love you guys anyways...and...stay Cookie...xD

B-byes.

-Jobos...

Ew.

Ew, ew, ew?

I wonder, am I boring?

Bah...I really really hope I'm not boring.

Urgh, I am boring. You should have told me, all of you are responsible.

:) I want to go to Scotland like Hell. And France would be nice...but...but...nah. Scotland! And Cherwi!

I'm boring. =(

*SOBS*

Feeling Like An Idiot

Nyahahaha. This isn't the greatest feeling, but it's not that bad either.

I feel like...*drum roll*...a moron! (Someone with the intelligence of a six year old or younger.)
I guess I probably made myself a complete idiot. I mean with all this contest hype. I should have known it was too good to be true. And yet, I don't know if it IS too good to be true. It's confuzzling.

Well, maybe it is real. It just doesn't seem quite right, 's all. Maybe I'm being a freak for nothing. Maybe I could still win money (rather an easy way to get out of my permanent state of brokedom), but there's absolutely no way to be sure. And I don't feel comfortable handing out my personal information on the internet. Plus I can't think of a decent pen-name. Josephine Jewell Wideman? No thank you. Ew. Urgh. God help us, Everyone.

I wonder, I wonder, what am I going to do? *Le curse*

UUUUUURGH!

No internet! And I survived...and...it wasn't so bad. xD

Why? Because we moved, and for a month we hassled with different Wireless companies. They canceled our order, they told us we had to pay too much - everything under the sun. I read books all day, did too much school work (well not really), cooked and cleaned and thought too much, and I went walking in a forest. YAY!

I read The Picture of Dorian Gray...that was awesome...in one day. It was wicked. Brilliant. Devastating. Terrible. Cruel. Meaningful. I could add a million adjectives, but I don't need to post a Thesaurus today. Plus I'm writing this while the pasta is over-cooking and the spaghetti looks like shit. And I'm chatting.

Dammit. Having internet is a awful distraction. It's horrible. It's wonderful. It's brilliant. It's fantastic. I hate it with all my heart, but that's the same thing as loving.

Okies...must run...love you all to Hell and Heaven and back again.

COOOOKIES!

Later.

Oh-So-Excited!

I'm the closest I will ever get to being as excited as I was about going to Disneyland when I was 8 years old. Haha. I'm happy, excited, and I just hope all my wishes and dreams don't come completely crashing down. Not like I expect to attain them immediately...but one can only hope that they'll come to pass. After all my hard work! :P My enjoyable hard work, but hard work nonetheless.

Yeah, Cookies, I'm talking again about my Poetry. But not just the normal bookish-stuff, which I'm extremely excited about as well. xD! But...*drum roll*...*lots and lots of suspense*...*keeps you on your tip-toes*...I'm gonna enter a CONTEST! At least I'm going to try and do so. I can win up to 100,000 pounds. Maybe more, but I guess that's the highest I'm reaching for right now. And I can also win 1,000. Or maybe just 10. But even then, that's something. And I can submit more, maybe win more. I dunno if I'll win everything, but it's worth a shot. A couple of shots. Hey, I'm not going to stop 'shooting' till I get something. xD

I'm happy! I love you all! =)

Muches of huge huggles...
-Jo.

Now...to talk about England...

Now I've been in England for awhile. You all know that. In fact I've only been really faithfully blogging since I've been in England, but surprisingly enough, I haven't mentioned the place too frequently. I've written many poems (I can mention poetry here, okay? xP) about places here in England, although, surprisingly enough, my inspiration has ebbed at a low since I've come here. Which is odd, because England is more beautiful that any place I've ever been before.

There's not a grand lot of sunshine, it rains and the sky is practically permanently covered in a blanket of clouds, but it's all so lovely! The grass is always green, it snows just about the right amount, there are a good deal of trees and little patches of forest scattered about, wherever you go there's something beautiful that you can appreciate. It's just perfect, especially after living in third world countries. Well, maybe with the exception of Turkey and Lebanon. Okay, so I've lived in a lot of beautiful places.

Turkey was magnificent; massive hills and clear skies, red moons and the Bosphorous to view from our third-floor balcony(it wasn't very pretty once you got near enough to smell it). But that was a sort of Black Sea beauty. A Middle Eastern beauty. Lebanon was also beautiful. The cedars of Lebanon are famed everywhere. I was lucky to be able to witness them firsthand. I don't remember it as clearly, of course, but I remember loving the amount of snow we got up in the mountains in winter; the long hikes we had up there in summer. Lebanon's mountains are the most beautiful I've ever seen.

But England is a different sort of beauty altogether, and I have to say, the most beautiful place I have ever been. No offense to all the lovely countries I've experienced, but England is right up my alley. Rainy days, with just a little bit of sun peeking through at noon if you're lucky. Grassy knolls and little valleys, brook and streams, little splotches of forestry, and stretches of farmland all over the countryside. Which is where I am now. I'm visiting a 200 year old massive manor of a farmhouse in Dartford, and I'm cozy up here in the attic enjoying the one setback of country life: slow-ass internet. But I can survive that. Or can't I? Anything for the long walk I'm going to be taking later on today. And the Van Gogh paintings they have on the wall here. *Sighs contentedly* It's the closest I'm going to get to home outside of home.

The New

Isn't there something 'orrible about new things and new situations? It's just so awkward. I have to get myself comfortable, and by the time I really get adjusted we're going. That's why I'm so glad that we're going to be a moving in a house that's somewhat more of our 'own'. It will be like some place I can really call 'home'. Not 'the home' but 'my home'. There's something so cozy about a house that you've gotten used to...it has so much sentimental value, so many little things about it that you love; it has a certain quality that no other house possesses.

...I can't wait to move to Reading. I'm actually excited. I don't know how to show my excitement, but I know for a fact that I'm excited. And happy. And maybe a little afraid, but that's only natural.