Hey! Someone Made Me a Thingy-Thingy! \(^u^)/

That's what I said (yes aloud) when I checked my blog today. Mom heard me and got very confused. I quite like my new title-page-thing, the random picture was distressing me to no end.

Now the question is... Who done it? Travis... possible, he would know my password and is artistic but no. I don't think so for a few reasons:

Reason 1: Trav has recently been eaten by school.

Reason 2: It is not cutesy. I have a great deal of confidence Trav would wanna make it cutesy.

Reason 3: The image of the words and the caribou have been expertly spliced together, and Travis is a more - draw it himself kinda guy.

Reason 4: Unlike one of my siblings, Travis is not very likely to break into others internet accounts.

That gives me no choice but to conclude my new lovely title is a work of my sister's computer-artsy genius. Thank You, I Love It! And if I'm wrong, which I highly doubt, I'm very sorry for the mix up!

So that lit up my day, that's the second time in two days. Sorry for the depressing post the other day, I'm just going to continue on that topic a little longer:

Alina has passed away and though I've known for a few days and thought I got over it, I found myself crying silently at my Grandma's before work (silent because I didn't want Grandma to know I was crying). Right in the midst of my sob fest there's a loud knock on the door. It was Rick and Nick!

I quickly tried to fix my face so they wouldn't see that I'd been crying. It was so good to see them! Nick looks so different since the surgery and I didn't think it was possible but he's even skinnier!! I was kinda taken off-guard so we were talking for a few minutes outside before I realized how cold it was and invited them in. It was so good to hear from him, I wish there had been more time to listen to his stories from school but I had to work.

Anyway, I was very touched by the visit. It might sound bad but I was so surprised and very happy that they came to visit me - they went out of their way to visit me specifically. When I thought about that I felt like crying again. I've been blessed with such amazing friends (when I say friends I mean family too - because I consider you all as my dearest friends). I'm really praying for your happiness. Just the thought of you lifts my spirit. I'm so happy I'm alive, I'm so happy I know you.

Thanks for caring for me, even though I'm boring, and awkward, and frugal, and a read-a-holic, and eat salads at KFC. Maybe I sound really awkward and fake like this, saying so many corny things, but a long time ago I decided that I wanted to be that kind of person. The kind that will tell people when someone touches their heart, even if it's lame or embarrassing. I still can't always do it, it's so weird to be so honest (especially to people you don't know very well), but one day I won't be ashamed to speak so kindly to strangers. One day it'll come so naturally I won't have to regret not speaking from the heart.

I think I talk too much. I always valued what my best friend, Jess, would say to me. She doesn't babble especially when she's talking about something important. I can remember many times bringing my troubles to her and her offering a short wise statement that summed up what would have taken me hours to express. I really admired her, and wanted to be wise with my words like she seemed to be but I realized I couldn't. She is who she is, and I am who I am. I can learn from her example but I can't copy it. I have to find my own way to speak, even if it takes me many more words. I'm the kind of person that just can't be satisfied with an 'understood truth', I'll alway want to verbalize it no matter how abstract. Oh well...

I have the feeling I'll end up repeating myself a lot in this blog so sorry in advance.

As for what's going on with me, I have a head-cold. That's what I get for bragging I hadn't had one in a year! Haha. I'm all gross and sicky.

I have a lot of school work and scholarships to worry about but I don't want to work on it when my head feels like it's full of cotton balls. I'm worried about putting it off, I don't want to be lazy, but I want to get better as soon as possible (so rest up) and I want to do a good job on them.

I hope I feel better for work tomorrow... Wish me luck!

Thanks for reading and tune in next time! :P

Love,

Cara (^_^)/

PS: What do you think the language in the background of the title is?