Everybody is doing something with their lives... and me... I'm just here... not going to school... don't have a job yet.  Something or someone needs to help motivate me to do something.  I keep thinking that stores and other businesses will hire someone else who's better for the job... so why should I even apply? I keep thinking that.  How can I change?

Slowly leaving...

Today my parents and I are going to the Lake Elsinore home... we're doing that a lot lately.  Each weekend we go there and unpack little by little... it actually looks like a home :)(: a very pretty home :)(:  I wish I could say that I am really excited... don't get me wrong I am really excited... but my friends are down here... in the Pasadena area.  Whenever my friends want to hang out on the weekend, sadly I can't... well actually I can but then that would mean that I would need a ride wherever we're hanging out at and then a ride home... because I don't know how to drive yet... which is a total bummer.  I want to drive but I'm so scared of getting into an accident and injuring or even worse... killing... someone else.  Sorry, side note.  And then I would come home and go nowhere for 2 more days until my parents get home.  I don't know.  

Ok.... there was my short short story of my life.... 

Cutey :)(:

My mom and I wanted to have a dog for a very long time. My dad kinda didn't want a dog because of the experience he had a long time ago raising 7 dogs at once... after that he didn't want any dogs, but since my mom and I wanted a dog my dad went along with it not knowing that he would fall in love with the dog later on. My mom and I would search at different humane societies and find adorable, kind, and loving dogs there but my mom had a preference. She didn't want a big dog (6 - 15 lbs. would be right) and she didn't want one that shed either. We wanted a Poodle, or a Maltese dog which doesn't shed and is a pretty small dog.

I saw an adorable poodle/maltese at The Pasadena Humane Society. This one was a cutey, which was black and white. I already had a name for the dog. Oreo. We were 2nd on the waiting list... then I knew we weren't going to get her (she was a girl I think). Well one day I was looking on Petfinder.com and saw an adorable puppy who was a poodle/maltese. I quickly told my mom and right away we went to The San Gabriel Humane Society. This puppy was covered in mats... but I knew that that was our puppy :)(: Everything went smoothly in adopting him. He was 6 months old.

We came across so many names for him... but Ace kept going through my moms mind. Ace as in getting him right away... with no problems... we aced it. So Ace it is :)(: The first couple of months were very difficult. He would be hyper day and night nonstop. I thought he was going to be like this forever. Then my moms friend (who has three dogs of her own) told her to have Ace for three months... train him. After three months Ace was beginning to be less hyper. Phew. He was beginning to go to the bathroom outside which was a great thing. So for all you who don't know what to do if you have a new dog and he acts super hyper... wait 3 months because they need to get used to their new environment.

Well, it's been almost 2 years since we've had Ace, and it's been a joy. Ace makes us laugh so hard. He is my brother.

New life....

Hey there! I haven't written on here like forever.  Here's my life in 4 nutshells.

• I'm beginning to feel so much better (I'm a lot less depressed).  I feel like I'm not drowning anymore.  Before it felt like I had doubts on God... that He didn't want to hear anything from me... but I know I was wrong.  I'm taking baby steps back to Him... I still get depressed but not as often :)(: 
• It was the first day of school and after class was over with I stood outside the C building and waited for Jennifer.  This Asian guy came up to me and started talking about this church he goes to and that they were having lunch there on Sunday and they would love it if I came.  If you know me then you would know that if something sounds good to me then I go for it without thinking... shoot haha.  Well, I gave him my phone number so he could call me and tell me all the information.  This was Tuesday by the way.  It was a baptist church.  When I went home, I told my parents.  They were upset at me.  I didn't even get that guy's number... which I should have.  My parents wanted to know where this party was going to be held and all I knew was that it was to be held somewhere near the Staples Center.  My parents said that they might be kidnappers... or in my case adultnappers.  Well I had to wear something kinda formal... not jeans.  A skirt maybe.  The people were so friendly.  Now everything starts to be weird for me.  This Dr. guy tells me where to sit inside of a small sanctuary.  I sit next to a lady who later on guides me to talk with certain people.  Well inside the sanctuary, the pastor asks all the evangelical people to stand and go to the front of the room .  He then prays for them yelling into the microphone.  I'm surprised I can still hear.  Then another pastor comes up to the microphone and says that they are the 'REAL' Christians.  Okay, what does real Christians and Christians have in common?  They're both the same exact thing.  And that church is only supposed to be for young people... that's kinda weird.  He also said (or yelled into the microphone) that he's going to tell us the 'TRUTH'.  Umm ya.  This does not sound like a baptist church to me.  Does he think that the rest of the churches don't tell you the truth and are fake?  Well, at lunch... there was this guy who tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to follow him.  We went out of the room and I saw 4 men sitting including the pastor.  One man asked me to sit next to him.  This looked like an interview.  This man asked me what my major in school was.  What?  Why do they need to know my major.  Well at the end the pastor (who didn't even look at me the whole time just eating away at his ice cream) asked me what was different in what he was preaching than other churches.  I didn't want to be rude and say that they yelled so much that I wanted to plug my ears and that I didn't agree with some of what he was saying.  So I just said that we stood whenever he spoke, which we did.  Guess what he said?  "Ok you can go," without even looking at me.  I thought pastors were supposed to be kind and friendly... I guess this one wasn't.  Well... my Sunday was interesting but I will say that Lake Avenue is the church I attend.  
• Well, my parents and I are moving to Lake Elsinore (64 miles away I checked).  We're not going to just move and then I never see my friends again though... yay.  My parents are renting out a duplex... and my dad and my sister are moving into the front duplex.  This is in Monrovia so my mom and I are going to go back and forth from Lake Elsinore to here.  My dad is still working in Azusa which is really close and we don't want my dad to drive about 60 miles there and 60 miles back.  Dad'll come to Lake Elsinore on weekends and holidays hopefully :)(: 
• I was going to PCC but with all the moving and everything I dropped out.  I was taking a computer information systems class (CIS 10).  The first day I was there it was pretty interesting, but I dropped out on the first day.  Maybe next semester I'll start going to college is Murrieta (I think that's how you spell it).

So I don't really know what I'm going to do... everything is so hectic right now.  I mean we're going to be having our 2nd move to the Monrovia house on Friday (hopefully everything will be fine).