My Addiction, My Issues

So....


Yes, I'll admit it. I have an addiction. Not only does it take away hours of my precious time, but also much of my money goes towards this addiction. My dad is an addict too, although he isn't quite as big of an addict as me. Yes, I'm addicted.....


...to comics. They're so AMAZING, they make me do a fangirl squeal sometimes. Like when I finish books, and they have such a good ending that they make me giggle...of course, people find that a little strange. But it's how I am. I'm very sensitive, so I can relate easily to stories and comics and such. And the happy endings make me happy. It's hard to explain.

Anyway, back to comics.

My Loves

Yes, I am calling them that. It may be creepy, but it's how I am. Deal. Well, anyone who might be reading this, which I doubt anyone is.

So, my loves. First off, I am mostly a Marvel girl. If I had to choose which one had to go out of business, I'd choose Marvel over DC in a heartbeat. That being said, I am a DC fan, but only a /slight/ DC fan. Meaning, I love the Teen Titans. The younger, cooler Teen Titans, although I'm sure I'd like the older ones if I read them. They are AWESOME!!! I loves them.

Anyway, my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE comic?

X-men, just in general. I have the 90's TV series (somewhere...), the X-men: Evolution TV series, an X-men Through the Ages novel, the Guide to the X-men book(something like an Encyclopedia for the X-men), the Ultimate X-men series volumes 1-16, X-23: Target X, and random assortment of X-men, Uncanny X-men, New X-men, Generation X, and New Mutants comics. I love almost all of the characters---my favorite? It would have to be Nightcrawler. He's just so---AWESOME.

Well, except his Ultimate version. That's a little screwy. But other than that---I luvs him!


Second favorite? Tied--in the X-men: Evolution version, I love Pietro and love writing angsty Pietro fanfiction. In the comic-verse and such, I LOVE X-23. She is made of awesome.


The Hates---I'll admit it, I despise Jean and Scott. No matter what version they are. They're just annoying. Especially Scott--he's so anal-retentive. Really, man, just face it; Wolverine will always be cooler and awesomer and you need to just get the stick out of your butt and move on.


I like Emma Frost better than Jean simply because---well, to put it bluntly, Emma may be a slut, but at least she's a slut with attitude. Almost all the time I see Jean, she's little more than a cardboard cutout meant to compliment Scott. Plus---WOULD YOU JUST STAY DEAD? Really, all of this reincarnation gets a little annoying, Jean.



Anyway.....so, yeah. I like the X-men. I am also a fan of the Runaways---if you haven't read that comic series, you should!--and the Young Avengers, who have occasionally teamed up with the Runaways. That's how I learned about them in the first place.

I like other comic books--I'll read almost anything--but those are my favorites.


So, now that you're done listening to my somewhat boring talking about my love of comics...

What's New

Well, my friend from China is coming in EIN MONAT!!!! For those who don't know German, that's ONE MONTH!!! I'm really excited, especially because she'll be here in time for the Corn Festival. Now, that may not sound like much to you, but that's our town's biggest thing. It has rides and stuff, and it may not be much compared to the county fair, but I love it. I always have SO MUCH FUN on all of the rides with my friends, and we can walk about and stuff, and it's always so great!

Hmm....it's rather ironic--not the Corn Fest, but something else. Specifically, the fact that the first time I'm ever in Godspell is the one time where I'm least sure about my faith. I've had bad times before, but none like this. I love my church, but...it's so draining. They're always wanting something from me. Wanting, wanting, wanting, and never giving.

I know that church isn't supposed to give, or something like that. But my youth group---the girl they have in charge is someone that I don't think should be. I'm friends (sort of) with her brother, and if half the things he tells me about are true, I don't want her leading our youth group. It's so annoying, too, because---I love this church. I love it so much. And then I apply for CCYM (Conference Council Youth Ministry--think a large group of kids deciding things for youth retreats and stuff), and she gets chosen instead of me. I think, "That's fine. I don't mind too much. They said I could be an unofficial member and everything."

Then, me and her both want to be youth group leader. She's all like, "Wow, both of us working together would be a good idea!"......that is, until the day of the voting, about five minutes before we find out the result. And guess who wins?

Not me.

And I smiled and everything, but it hurt. Because I am older and I have been there longer and they said that I could be an "unofficial" therapist for the youth group or something like that.

I wanted to say, "I DON'T WANT TO BE AN 'UNOFFICIAL' ANYTHING, DAMMIT!"

I said something like, "Mmhm," because I was trying to keep looking happy and keep from crying.

I thought I had gotten over this, but---now it's summer, and I can see that I haven't. I don't want to be a part of this youth group, where none of my friends go besides my sort-of friend.


My Sort-Of Friend

Well, this is kind of hard to explain, but I'm sort-of friends with a guy. I'll call him, Collen. And Collen and I are both very mcuh alike--we're both musical types, we both have a lot of the same friends, and we're both prone to being overdramatic and rather sensitive.

The problem with me and Collen is that it's a very volatile relationship. We're either on pretty good terms or pretty bad terms. And it seems like this year, it's been mostly bad terms.

The last time Collen was actually nice to me? At least, that I'm absolutely sure of?

My birthday. Last November. In case you haven't noticed, it's July.

It's just---GAH! I want to be friends with him, but I'm doing all the giving and he's doing all the taking, and that's not how friendships work. I think he's only really apologized to me once--and that was because when we got into a really bad fight a few years ago, he called me some names. Like, biggest [insert swearword here] in the class" type of stuff. Or calling me "Ms. Piggy". In case you haven't guessed, I'm somewhat obese, so that was kind of a low blow. But he apologized for that.


But---so many times, it's HIS fault. So why am I always the one apologizing?



Speaking of apologizing, I'm sorry that this is such a long blog. I didn't really intend to be, but---summer tends to be an angsting time for me. I don't know why, but everything seems bleaker.


I can't wait until Rachel comes and everything makes sense.