It's snowing! Hoozah!

*dances around* I woke up at like 5:00 this morning to put my laundry in the dryer and I looked out and said "Wow. The moon is really weirdly bright tonight. It looks like it snowed."
I woke up at 8:00 and lo-and-behold! It wasn't the moon! It really had snowed! I love snow...except I was late to work. But! All is well.
Except I'm starving. I always eat breakfast and I didn't causeI left late and didn't even have time to run and get coffee before I came. Now, we do have a coffee pot and all that here (Give me one business that doesn't have a coffee pot in the break room), but I want food AND coffee. Not just coffee! Argg....Shell has not had morning coffee yet...which is bad...I WILL RIP YOU ALL TO PIECES!!!!
*AHEM*
Sorry...

We went and saw King Kong last night. It was good. Except the most beautiful moment was interupted by Sean and Justin laughing and talking about something. I was like "Shut up!" And flailed around and finally grabbed Rachels straw and threw it at them. And they stopped. But it didn't matter because the moment was no more. Buggers...
There were some really disgusting parts (We all know Peter Jackson though) and there was one part I didn't even watch (involving bugs and slugs of gigantic size that ate people whole and while they were alive) and I am now an Adrian Brody fan, as well as a fan of whomever played the Captain of the ship. He was fantastic. There were a few "Indianna Jones" Moments though. Hysterical.
More people have come. Why are you here? Its snowing! Oh...its them. They are nice people and I will allow them to enter. Not that I have any power anyways....but I like to think so. Like those kids I let in before I was supposed to because they looked like they were freezing to death. Elaine siad that they were here at 9:00, waiting. I felt really bad for them, so I told them they had to help be run errands before they could act like normal patrons.
And omg! That is the cutest baby ever! Why is that little kid taking care of him, and not his mother. Crazy woman! The kid is like, 10! And that baby is pretty big. But cute! I would take care of the baby for them!! *Smiles* I love babies. Sometimes...if I can give them back when they get mad or hungry or whatever. Which would make having my own children a little difficult, because once they are there...there aint no giving them back. Darn it...
Awww...the kid is crying! No wonder! Pay attention to him boy! Actually...the mother really should be doing something about that. Is she?? NO! Slacker! You are the only people here who have heard that kid cry so many times you can block out the sound! The rest of us...well...we can't. HELP YOUR CHILD!!
Ssssooo...what has happened that I haven't told you. Aha! She took her child and is holding it now! Good woman!
*chuckles*
We have our christmas program tomorrow night. Yay. Something bad always happens at our chirstmas programs. If not on the stage, backstage. Something very weird and occasionaly life changing always happens. I don't remember what it was last year, but something did happen. And it was weird. The last life changing thing was when I found out Emily and Dustin were dating and I had the biggest crush ever on Dustin and I saw them holding hands and I was crushed that one of my friends would go out with the guy I liked. Not that she knew I liked him, but I didn't see it that way at 9 years old.
Did I tell you that I graduated with an A this semester? Am very very very happy about that. Hooray! I still have to enroll for next semester though. Why? Why do I do this to myself? It's going to cost more money now! And that...that is a bad thing! *sniffles* Dang it!!! I don't even know what classes to take. And sugestions?!?!? I can't take math yet (haven't graduated from high school and don't qualify for college math yet. Not suprising seeing as I flunked 9th grade math. And have a C in math this year. Go Shell. Not. Its the only subject I really suck at), and I dunno if I have to take World Civ or stuff like that unless I'm majoring in something like that. I don't want to take classes that I have to take for my major yet. I want to do that all at the same time so I can ya know, take it all in! I know, that is probly a bad idea. But there aren't that many classes for a drama major.

I'm rambling about well...nothing. I don't have anything to say! So why am I still here?
AHAHA!!! I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!!! But should I...? Maybe...

Ok. If you don't like stories that don't give you all the details and you probly won't understand them, please move onward with your day and leave this blog immidiately. For I am about to tell you snippets of a tale in which I play a key role - though not the main one- and for playing that role, I have been sentanced to a terrible doom.

You have heard of Mariha. My cousin/Bestest friend I've ever had (and maybe ever will. I would say that we are soul friends. Really. I used to laugh at Anne of Green Gables when Diana would say that, but now, I don't because I have a friend like that) and greatest person in this world. Most likely to become either first woman president, the next mother Tersea, or marry a rich and handsome prince (possibly all three). She is a lovely person (both in deed and in apearance) who has had a rather difficult life. Many heartbreaks and troubles have come her way in life, but she bears it all without a qualm. Mariha also doesn't like others to see her pain, so she hides it away and none of us even know about it unless...I don't know. She tells us. I believe I am the only person (besides her boyfriend [and ex's]) who know the true sorrow of this womans life.

She has a tangled relationship with her parents in which she is being emotionaly screwed over really bad. She has come of age this past October, and is now legally free to do as she will. Yet, her parents hold her under their thumb and treat her as if she is oh...12 or 13. Demanding to know where she is going, when she will get back, who will be there and what we will be doing. That is understandable interrogation (though a little oppressive) for a young teenager who is prone to evil and deviouse ways (and if they are very evil, they will just lie and you will never know, so whats the use?). But for an 18 year old woman, that is a little extreme in my mind.

Mariha has met a wonderful and amazing man who would give her the world if she only asked (sadly, he is not a prince. Yet...we could make it that way I'm sure. All one needs is the mafia, rulers who need money, and a very manipulative American of high status who is also willing to hire themselves out), but the parents did not pick him out for her, so he is not approved. Now here is where you won't get some of the story. There is a reason I say "They didn't pick him out..." but I don't have time to explain that statement, so you'll never know, will you?
This wonderful person (Mariha) at last decided that it was too much for her to take at home and moved out...unexpectedly while her parents where gone. They had told her she could not move out with their permission and made all sorts of threats and things that would happen if she did. But, her faithful friends encouraged her to make her own way in this world, and so one day she called me and said "Do you want to help me move out tonight?"
"They are letting you go??!?!"
"Umm...not exactly. I'm leaving. But I can't take Dad's truck because its not mine and they could call me for stealing. Could we use your van?"
"Of course!"

I arrived at her house that fatefull evening, helped her haul all of her things to my vehicle (while holding one of their 4 phones in my pocket to keep it safe from her medelsome brother who was attemping to call Mariha's parents and tell them what was happening. Fortunately, Mariha saw that coming and hid all of the phones even before I arrived), and we drove away.
Her boyfriends parents had offered to take her in until she got the paperwork done for the apartment. I took her there, unloaded all of her things and went on my merry way to do and go to the places I had told my parents I would be doing and going that evening.
I arrived home to great furry on my parents part. Mariha's father had called and said his son told him that Mariha was at my house. My parents knew nothing at the escape, nor my involvement, so they pleaded innocent until proven guilty. I was questioned as to wether Mariha was coming to our house (they had said she could if she ever needed to. Mum and Dad were just mad that I hadn't told them about it first), and I said no. They asked where she was I said she was safe and had people around her who would take care of her.
Dad called Mariha's father back (My Uncle. His brother. Very interesting situation) and said "Sorry. She's not here."
"Where is she??"
"I don't know. Shell wouldn't say."
SUCKERS!!!
The next day, after having thought about it, my mum proceeded to tell me that she wished she had had friends like me when she was Mariha's age (seeing as her parents treated her in a bit of the same fashion).
Mariha went to the concert with me and that was the last I heard of her.
You must understand something about us. We don't call every day or anything, but there is contact of some kind, about everyother day. Emails, phone calls, ect. I had heard nothing from her since Friday night. Wednesday came and still I hadn't heard one word from my illusive cousin. So I emailed her and asked if everything was alright.
She emails back saying that she is in Minnasota, please don't kill her, and she is very sorry.
I emailed a heated reply in which I demanded to know why, when, and why she didn't call me.
Now. Lets skip back a few weeks to the conversation in which she told me that her parents were forcing her to go to Minnasota to live with her mothers brother, wife, and three kids for the next six months. Which would mean she misses her 2 freshman semester in college, my graduation, possibly Amanda getting married, and all sorts of thigns like that. Not to mention that our band dies, as does Coffee Questions, as does our inseperable friendship. We have always known we couldn't stay the bestest of friends forever, but we had at least thought we would see each other through college. Instead, she leaves to the Northern parts even before I leave highscool.
I said that her parents couldn't 'make her' do anything. She was legally an adult. She can do whatever she wants now. Just move out and that would be the end of it.
That was a big reason that she decided to move out. And I was proud that she stood up to her parents extreme-ism and did as she pleased. I also said "They will find you. And they will do whatever it takes to get you to come back home, or go to Minnasota. Manipulate, threaten, cry, make you feel guilty, anything. Just call one of us if this happens. We will help you through it."
Apparently, I was right. And she didn't call anyone for help. She simply left. I don't know why, or when, or anything. She emailed me back after my anger filled email and said she was sorry, and that her boyfriend might be coming to get her on Monday. Ha! The underestmating-ness of parents power over her again. She would have to move out of the country to get them to leave her alone. But no matter! She gave me her uncles phone number and said to call.
I called. At soon as I got the number. It was 11:00 at night, and I didn't care. I still called.
Her Uncle answered the phone and said "Who is this?"
"Shell."
"Oh...well...she...uh...can't come to the phone."
"Why not?"
"She in bed."
"Really? Already?"
"Yup."
"Umm...ok. Can you please have her call me in the morning?"
"Uhhmm....weeelll..."
"Thank you! Goodnight!"

My Aunt (Mariha's mother) calls my mother the next morning and proceeds to order her to order me to never call Mariha again. Mariha is not to have any contact from her friends here in Kansas. Not to have any contact with anyone here except her parents.
Woops. My bad. I should call and apologize for attempting to contact my friend. NOT! *ahem* Sorry. Spoilt teenager moment there.

So that is the story. Because of my involvment with the situation, I am no longer 'allowed' to speak to Mariha. And neither is anyone else. She is being help captive in Minnasota by her relatives. I feel like I'm looking at an extremist terrorist group here! She is an adult! Legally, they can't forbid her from doing anything whatsoever.
Now. We could all look at this from Seans point of veiw "Maybe it's good. It always works out for good in the end. You should obey your parents." Sure. I agree. Everything does work out. And you should obey your parents...until you are mature enough, and the law allows you to, do as you will with your life. Parents have to let their children go. And once they are of legal age, they decide to leave, that is the childs choice.

Ah. I've talked long enough and the clerk is back. I shall bid you a farwell. If you have an opinion of any kind concerning this story or anything else I have mention, feel free to comment.
Later
-Shell