I'm one of those people that is filled with random and useless facts. But I only say them when necessary, like awkward moments. For example, my mother invited my ex-cousin that I haven't talked to in over three years over for a sleepover a couple weeks ago. It was very awkward. She jokingly said my coat resembled a goat. It didn't feel like a joke. Plus she didn't even sit on my couch. She just stood there. Awkward. I panicked.
Me: "Did you know 25% of cat owners blow dry their cats hair after a bath?"
Her: "...no"
Me: "Yeah! And did you know according to suicide statistics, Monday is the favored day for self-destruction."
I probably should've left the suicide statistic out. She didn't even respond. Just stared.

Rough Day

Today I made some yummy tummy peanut butter cookies. Then I forgot to eat some. When I finally got up to eat one and I saw Cj licking the last cookie. "Oh well" I thought. Just an hour ago Cj and I went to buy some even yummier tummier Moose Track Ice Cream. Cj ate the whole tub. I got a scoop. The whole tub. Really Brother, really?

Izzi and Kelsey Beyonce Cover

Photoshoot with Lyle

Look at the moon! Look at the moon! Look at the moon!

Pretty!

Hacking Faces...Social Networking Faces that is.

I've noticed that whenever I check my facebook these days there is always at least one person who's had their facebook hacked. Even my own Mother has told Cj's facebook friends that he's going to buy her some Tim McGraw tunes. Which has got me thinking. Why don't people hack blogs? Do people think blogs are more serious than facebooks? I've hacked Cj's blog twice and he still doesn't know! Maybe it's because people don't leave their blogs open and signed in like they do their facebooks. Of course you can't really call it hacking if you leave your computer open and vulnerable while your friends are around. Then you're just asking someone to put your status as Ruthie is the most awesome person ever.

Meet Meredith and Phil

I made them.

Playing around with my new lighting kit

Pictures of pictures

I'm going to put up alot more on my wall.

Zombie Apocalypes

A couple of months ago Cj and I decided to switch back bedrooms. I used to have the smaller room and Cj had the bigger one. My old room was so small that when ever Izzi and Kelsey came over one would sleep on the bed, the other on a mattress, and the other in the closet. Yes, in the closet. So Cj's room is very big to me. So big that every night I check in my closet, under my bed, and behind my headboard for Zombies. It happened that the other night I didn't.
So as I'm laying in my bed, I hear a tap-tap-tap on my window. At first I thought it was Dumbledore delivering my Hogwarts letter. But then I realised that Dumbledore was dead. I then tried to go back to bed. But I heard yet another tap-tap-tap. This went on for a while. I finally decided to call for Cj. After a couple of times of yelling, he runs into my room asking for an explanation. I told him that I forgot to check for Zombies and I heard something tap-tap-tap-ing on my window. So he checked in my closet and peered out my window for a while and told there was nothing and he asked me if I wanted to sleep with his army knife tonight. I slept with the army knife peacefully and every time I heard a tap-tap-tap I whispered "I have a knife!". But the next day I woke up just to find out my window was leaking, formed a puddle, and the tap-tap-tap-ings were just water droplets coming off my windowsill into the puddle. I was sorta bummed it wasn't Dumbledore delivering my Hogwarts letter.