Changes

I cried at graduation today. I didn't ball my eyes out or anything, but I did tear up when Whitney's dad gave her that speech and got choked up. Mostly anytime dads cry or something it makes me cry. It also made me think of how sad it is going to be when I graduate and never see a lot of my friends again. Oh, goodness. Sometimes I just feel like Anne of Green Gables and I never want anything to change. I just want to stay 16 forever and stay friends with everybody and nobody ever move away. On the other hand, I want to grow up and go to college and get married and have kids and start a new kind of life. That is my dream life basically. This has been an amazing school year. I have grown closer to a lot of people this year and made so many new friends. Usually when summer gets here I am uber excited, but this year only a little pumped. I just hope I see you guys this summer. I will be so sad if we don't do anything together. Sorry to be super depressing, I just needed to vent. :)

GO MAVS!!!

I am so excited the Mavericks beat the Spurs. My dad said if they lost he would never watch another playoff game again because it is all rigged, and I agree with him. I think they do everything in their power to make it go to game 7. Dirk played an amazing game and I think the Mavs were shooting 100% free throws for a while. Well, anyway, enough about the Mavericks. I went to NRH2O yesterday with TAFA. I had so much fun! The funniest thing about it was the most fun we had was in the kid slide area. I had better go do my school.

Whoa

First, I must say I am very upset about the whole Mavs-Spurs thing. Very upset. I need them to win.

Anyway, my brother Adam and his wife Alisha and my nephew Landon are down this weekend. My sister, Amber, and niece, Mary Alice, and other nephew, Major, came also. We played in the most rad inflatable kiddie pool ever. It has two connecting pools with a slide. How cool is that? By the way, I will be an aunt to another nephew in September. We all went to this thing in the park today where they had free food and bounce houses. I am sad I am too large for the bounce houses :), but it was like 1,000,000 degrees outside today anyway. I got two snowcones so that made it all better. The first band that was providing the entertainment was pretty good. The second band, however, was very sad. The sang the same song for about 45 minutes. It went something like this, "La la la la la la la Shohonaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Mah na na na na na na na na" These same phrases repeated over and over again. I think they were just running out of hot dogs so they were trying to drive everyone away.

Let's Go to the movies!

I went to see Mission Impossible 3 last night with my mom and Tessa. It was a pretty good movie. If you could't tell by one of my previous posts, Tom Cruise is not my favorite. But it was good. The popcorn was really salty. Other than that, an amazing movie experience! And for only 4 dollars at the 7:30 pm showing. eat your hearts out, mextroplex movie watchers. :)

woohoo! go dirk! I hope he is not hurt though. stackhouse almost lost it for them with that lame non-rimhitting(it that a word?) free-throw. He should of just tried to make it. Then he would have missed but at least hit the rim

I LOVE THE DALLAS MAVERICKS!!!

Freaky Story

Alright. A really freaky thing happened tonight. My mom and sister were at this furniture place and they bought some things that couldn't fit in the car, so the girl working there(an attractive provocativly dressed blonde girl) told them to come back at 7:30 after closing and she would be there. She told them she was going to eat with her boyfriend and she would be back. We all went back at aout 8:00. There was no one there but the door was unlocked and the lights were on. So we all went inside. A little while later, this other couple came in to shop. We were getting a little concerned about this weird situation. So we investigated a little bit. We went to the desk and there were some half filled out "Sold" tags. My mom and sister had asked her to put them on some furniture. The furniture remained unmarked. Are you getting freaked out yet? I am. Anyway, also behind the desk was a to go cup from Chili's. We checked it and it had not melted yet. It had ice in it. So it was not from lunch or something. Anyway, we all made the decision to call the police. At this time, I left with my brother-in-law, niece, and nephew. My mom told me what happened after that. They were sitting in the store waiting for the cops and they hear a *slap slap slap slap* coming from the back door where the lady had been earlier unloading furniture(by herself behind the building). Everyone was pretty much freaked out but they were not going to answer the door. A few minutes later they heard *slap slap slap slap* except this time it was a lot slower. Then the police showed up and was being all nonworried about it. They said, "She probably just forgot to lock up." My mom told them that the lady didn't seem like that type. But they just nonchalantly sent them home. And teh ydidn't even check behind the building! Isn't that just weird? My mom and sister and I were worried that something happened to her and she was behind the building trying to get help or something. I am sooooo freaked out.

Tom Cruise Rantings

Looks like someone we know needs to take it out of Cruise control
By Alyson Ward
Star-Telegram Staff Writer

Associated Press / Stephen Chernin

What happened, Tom Cruise? You used to make us so happy.
You're not tall. You're not, you know, a brilliant actor. But you've never had a shortage of female fans.
Back in the day, you made us swoon with your Top Gun Ray-Bans and your gleaming smile. When you went a little crazy in Jerry Maguire, we knew you were right, and we loved you for loving Dorothy. You were, frankly, kind of creepy in Eyes Wide Shut and Vanilla Sky -- but hey, we were game. After all, you were just acting.
But were you, Tom? Were you acting? Because lately there's a look in your eyes that's sort of like -- well, like madness.
At some point, while we were busy renting Rain Man and downloading Take My Breath Away, you became a maniac. You started jumping on couches and raving about psychiatry, picking a fight with Brooke Shields and -- well, look what you've done to Katie Holmes. We know, we know; you love this woman. But she's a shell of her former self, Tom. And so are you.
They're calling you Cruisazy, Tom. Your entire existence is shrouded in yuckiness. And we may need to spend some time apart.
It's not us, it's you.
So. Is this a breakup letter? Well, you tell us.
Your mission is to win back your female fans, the ones who are edging away from you in discomfort and disgust. We have advice. Help us help you, Tom. Here are 10 things you can do to fix this rift between us:

1. Keep your feet on the ground. Literally.
First there was the jumping-on-Oprah's-furniture episode. Highly inappropriate.
Jumping on the couch wasn't merely a lapse in decorum. It looked crazy. So crazy that now in American slang, "jumping the couch" means "going crazy."
One jump was bad enough. But in the past few weeks, you've been at it again. At a Yahoo! "Influential Speakers" event in March, you hopped up on your chair and waved your arms around. (Even though you were mocking yourself, it's still weird, Tom.) You jumped on top of a Mercedes-Benz in Rome to promote Mission: Impossible III. And you climbed a pole -- climbed a pole -- at the movie's French premiere last week. Come on, Tom. You're 43. Unless you're under the age of 10, climbing poles and jumping on furniture isn't cute. It's creepy.
Of course, it does get you a lot of attention. Which reminds us -- here's another thing you can do:

2. Stop shilling for Mission: Impossible III for just one minute.
Seriously. Go home and be with your baby. Skip the press tour.
Suri arrived just 18 days before M:I3's U.S. premiere. And before the kid could stop looking all newborn-pink and scrunchy, you rushed off to promote your movie overseas. Oh, we know, we know. You had Katie's approval to gallivant. But really, Tom. Rome? And then Paris, and then London? You were signing autographs for European fans when you could have been bonding with your daughter. We're starting to think Suri's birth was just another way to promote the film.
And now that we've mentioned the mother of your child . . . oh, we'll just say it:

3. Would it hurt you to go ahead and marry Katie?
You have a life together. You have a child. You proposed to her in the most clichéd publicity stunt imaginable, Eiffel Tower Boy. In fact, you've even given her another name ("Katie is a young girl's name," you told us. "Her name is Kate now.") We know you keep saying you'll do it this year, this summer, just as soon as Katie gets back in shape. But it would help if you'd set a date.
So take the plunge, Tom. It would appease a lot of your skeptical fans. However . . .

4. Don't do a movie with Katie.
You've talked a lot lately about how much you want to be in a movie with Katie. But the public does not need to see any more of you two together. We can get plenty of TomKat on Entertainment Tonight, Access Hollywood, Extra and the covers of People and Us Weekly. We don't need to pay $8 for the opportunity.
Movies -- well, the sorts of movies you do -- are supposed to be a break from reality. Give us a break, Tom. Please. And while you're at it . . .

5. Apologize to Matt Lauer.
We haven't forgotten the day you flipped out on Matt on morning TV, ranting about Ritalin, dissing Brooke Shields and calling psychiatry a pseudoscience. That was rude, Tom. You were glib and ill-informed. So please. Just go back on the show and make nice. It'd be a great sweeps stunt, like when Oprah finally made it to David Letterman's couch. (She didn't jump on it, though, Tom. Take note.)
We know this'll work. No, no, we -- will you let us talk? -- we do know. Because we know the history of celebrity apologies and you don't.
And as long as you're apologizing, it would help a lot if you'd also . . .

6. Apologize to Brooke Shields.
Brooke never did anything to you, Tom. She was just trying to survive in a postpartum world, and exercise and vitamins didn't cut it for her. Is that any reason to drag her into your war on Paxil? No. No, it's not. And you should apologize.
You had the perfect opportunity to do this last month: On the same day Suri was born, Brooke was giving birth to her daughter Grier in the same hospital. Would it have killed ya to send a balloon bouquet?
You know, this is reminding us of another problem.

7. You make Scientology look bad, Tom. Stop with the religious weirdness.
There are lots of Scientologists in the world, and they probably do not appreciate your antics. Really, Tom. They can be controversial on their own. The last thing they need is gossip about you having an adult pacifier made for Katie so she could have a silent birth.
We've gotten used to hearing you gab about the outrageous things you apparently believe. Which is why, when you joked in GQ that you planned to eat your newborn baby's placenta, we thought you might be serious. So . . .

8. Don't make weird jokes. We don't know when you're joking anymore.
That placenta thing? Not funny, Tom. And half the world's media reported it as fact. When you say you're going to eat a placenta and people take you seriously, you know there's a problem. They think it's plausible. They think you're weird. You need to not be weird.

9. In fact, just don't talk in public anymore. It's better that way.
You used to be sort of private, and we really preferred it that way. You and Nicole Kidman broke up and no one jumped on any furniture. It was dignified, normal. This whole "Tom Cruise is crazy" thing started when you fired your longtime publicist and hired your sister. She lost the job in November, but it was too late. Too late, Tom. In fact, it sort of is too late. Just . . .

10. Never mind. There is nothing you can do. Even if you end this little tear you're on, you probably can't win our devotion again. It's gone too far, Tom. Too far.
We'll have do what Penelope Cruz did after she saw the light: Move on to Matthew McConaughey. He may have spent his lackluster film career getting high, dancing around naked and playing the bongos, but he never made a joke about eating a placenta. You make him seem pretty normal. And downright lovable. Which you, Tom, used to be. Until you creeped us out.