3 weeks is not long enough

I don't wanna be here.
I wanna go home, I know I'm at my house, but I wanna go back home. It's so boring here. I spend all my time waiting, and it seems like nothing ever actually happens. I spent all morning waiting for him to wake up. I spent all afternoon trying to write this essay and I haven't written a word. I haven't even decided which chapter to write it on. The only chapter that makes sense I can't even begin to relate to writing. At least, not my writing. I wanna go back to explaining Bible stories to 10 year olds. I wanna go back to yelling and dancing and playing and innocence and laughing. I wanna go back to beauty and wonder and power. I wanna go back to independence and authority and knowledge and belonging.

noooo...
The book I have to read (and write an essay on) for AP LANG isn't on sparknotes! I'm screwed, I don't get it, the author just seems to write down anything that pops into her head and it doesn't have any definite anything going on.

When I yell, I'm crying inside. Don't yell back, hold me, apologize (I notice when u don't, even if u don't realize it), tell me that its ok, that you're there.

Last Blog

This is my last required bog! Yay!
I will still do maybe 5 more for (hopefully) extra credit and I'll probably keep using this blog but this is the last one that I HAVE to do.

achoo.

I hate being sick. Staying home isn't so bad, and I need the extra time to study, except I can't concentrate! My mind keeps wandering and I haven't gotten anything done.

Although I do feel better, so I suppose staying home today was smart. Anyway, I just need one more blog after this.

*drooool*

There is a family who used to go to my church, but they moved to Switzerland and they came back to visit a couple weeks ago. Frankly, I don't really care because they're kids were too young for me to know. But they and my parents are friends so we got these amazing mini toblerone!!! (toblerones? tobleroni?) Anyway, they are very tasty and I just ate one. As well as an ice cream sandwich.

Wow I sound like such a fat-ass.

I'm sleepy.

Well, I got like 6 blogs done. That's not quite half... I should get at least 8 done before I go to bed. I really should go to bed soon because I've been up late (for me) the past two nights. But I know I'll just lie in bed and worry about my grades and the project and my math final and I might as well be productive, since I'll be awake anyway. I sort of wish my brain had an off button. Or I had a sleep switch.

Next year.

Next year I will be taking AP Calc, APUSH, some elective, Physics, French 5-6, and AP Lang.
I'm frightened. I'm looking forward to APUSH. I'm fairly apathetic about my elective (I don't remember what I put as my choices), Physics, and French. I'm terrified for AP Calc and Lang. I feel like AP Lang will be good for me, since I am a horrible writer, but I wish I could get the results without the work. I know I'll hate that class, because I hate writing.

Summer.

My summer is not really a summer. You think of summer and you think of relaxation, doing things on your own time, sleeping in, the beach, all of that.

My summer will involve:
-one week of true relaxation (I'll be at the beach for a week)
-five weeks of busy busy busy but fun
-three weeks of "OMG I HAVE TO FINISH THESE SUMMER ASSIGNMENTS!!!!!!!"

I'm looking forward to lots of individual parts of the summer, but not so much summer as a whole.

To whomever it concerns:

I love you!

Driving driving crash!

Today my dad took me driving. I drove around the light rail parking lot.
-I tried to stay on the right side of the road
-I didn't hit anything
-I didn't coast too much
-I didn't give my dad (much) whiplash
-I got the car all in one parking place (just a little crooked)

Overall, I am quite proud of myself.

Stress

I can't believe we only have two weeks left of school, and I still have 2 B's and a C. I can't believe I only have one day until I present. I can't believe I only have a week and one day until my math and history finals. I need more time!!!!

100 blogs?

I think Mr. Thompson said we need to have 100 blogs total for the whole year. My blog says I have 90, but I probably went over a little bit last year, so I think I'll try to do 15 blogs (eek!) These will be very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very short.

This is amazing

...nothing needs to be said.

Last one.

I just went through each week and added everthing together and it turns out I only need one more blog to have 27 out 27 for all the weeks since Thompson checked last. Plus maybe extra credit for over Spring Bre3ak? I don't remember. Oh well. Here's the last blog, yay.

On a random note, it took me three tries to spell "through". I'm typing too fast.

uh-oh

My parent's decided I have to get all A's. I'm a little worried though.. I have only 2 A's. And the classes I have B's, except for French, which I'm not worried about because it's an 89%, are the ones where the teachers don't upload grades very often. I had a big project in my math class recently, but it isn't up yet, so I don't know whether it will help my grade. I think I did pretty well, so I think it will help, but I don't KNOW that yet. In my history, it's sub after sub after sub and it's all bookwork, so they have no time to grade any of it. After all that work is graded, my grade could be anything from a D to an A+. That really worrys me because if it ends up bad, I won't have enough time to make up work I didn't do. In chemistry, Miller just has a weird grading system. I need to go through all of the assignments and ask her if I can make up what I missed. I'm sure she will let me, and if not these labs and final ought to bring up my grade. In English, I really hope blogs and the final project will save me from my current (gasp) C.

Animusic

While I've been blogging, I've been listening/watchign this one thing called animusic. It's pretty cool, in my opinion. It's sort of like computer animated musci videos, but that isn't quite right. I can't really describe it, so I'll see if I can find one of the videos on youtube.

Here, this one is one of my favorites:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9ySRK3poq8

This is my other favorite:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Srf3RcgCTRU

Just in case you care.

Mommy's day

Yesterday, I didn't do anything particularly special for Mother's Day. I went to church like usual, although I was sitting with all the other high schoolers, so we enjoyed ourselves and twisted the sermon and it wasn't too boring. Anyway, the pastor kept talking about how it wasn't just about mothers, but we should celebrate all the Christian women in our lives. As a result of this, I got a flower, which I then gave to my mom as a present. So that was convenient. After church, I got dragged to Starbucks with my parents and 3 other couples. They all had kids, but two of them weren't there, and the rest were too young to have fun with, but too old to play with like I would a 3 or 4 year old. And then we went home and made dinner. Dinner was amazing. We had salad and corn and ribs. But the ribs we make are sooo good. The sauce is a recipe I found in like 5th grade, so we call them my ribs, but I just make the sauce. What we do is we cook the ribs in the oven for like 4 hours in garlic and I think a marinade. That makes it super tender. And then my dad barbecues the ribs and puts my sauce on them and they're soo good. The meat practically falls off the bone. >.< I'm making myself hungry, I'm going to stop talking about this now.

Aaahh giggle giggle giggle breathe giggle giggle

On Saturday, I got to go to Great America with my youth group plus Burt. It was fun, and he was nice and didn't go on the rides I think are scary and bought me funnel cake and yeah. Anyways, I got to be at Great America allllll day. And then at like 6, we had to go to this Christian concert thing that was there, which was a little bit boring, but I was hyper enough to entertain myself and then it was Switchfoot, which was cool. And when Switchfoot was on, we walked down closer to the front and I really liked it, because I liked how I could feel the music like in my heart. And then when we drove home, Burt and my friend Eliysha and I were all sitting in the backseat of the car and I slept on Eliysha and Burt was asleep on me and I was very comfy because I had a pillow and a warm blanket :3

Bascially, Saturday was a good day.

Monetize?

I just noticed there's a random tab on my screen that says "monetize". You know, it goes "Posting, Settings, Layout" and then that one randomly. I wonder what it is...


I just clicked on it. Evidently, you can earn money by having ads on your blog. Goggle decides which to put on and then you get paid if visitors click on them. What I want to know is, if I put them on my blog and then just clikc it a lot myself, will I still get the money? Enh, I don't really want ads on my blog. That'd just be kind of obnoxious, plus I don't get very many visitors to my blog. Oh well.

Crap.

I'm currently missing like 6 blogs. So today will be another cram-two-weeks-of-blogging-into-one-day day. I can hardly wait.

Weddings

My aunts getting married this weekend, so I won't be here tomorrow.
I'm really disappointed she picked THIS weekend, because everything seems to be happening while I'll be gome. Tomorrow, I would have had a relaxed day in French, where the teacher would feed us. I would have gotten to go to this awesome place with tons of huge trampolines in the evening with my youth group. On Saturday, I would have gotten to go to the beach with my friends. I wish my aunt could have just gotten married once. She met this guy in Africa, where she worked with the Peace Corps. They got married there. Now they're getting married again, in the US so all of us American relatives can come.

PMS sucks.

I hate this.
I hate this jealousy.
I hate that I can't just be happy he's happy.
I hate that I over-think his distractions.
I hate that I can't just be glad when his face lights up.
I hate my guilt.
I hate my "solutions."
I hate my fickle heart.
I hate my lack of control.

Don't mind me, I'm just PMSing.

Holy shit, this is amazing! i can txt to this number and it posts on my blog! im going to have so many blogs! except theyll have to be 160 characters or less...

Lets see if this works.
~Alyssa~

BLeh

It's hot. My mom's making me blog before I can do anything. I have tape and it used to have smiley faces. Burt says it's amazing. Does this count as a blog yet? I found a hello panda container thing. Hello Panda is (are?) really yummy.

Done!

Writing all these posts at once is a big pain.. I think I'm going to start just blogging every day, that would be easier.. I saw something on my home page about setting up mobile posting, so just before I go to bed, I can like do a short post, and then I won't have these lovely experiences. Plus, I might get extra credit. Although I doubt that. Anyway, this is my 6th blog, so bye!

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For the first half of my break, I was down near LA, visiting some old friends. I really have fun with them, but this trip sort of showed that our actual friendship, without other stimulus like being at the beach, or skiing, or any of that isn't really that strong. We mostly watched TV (I saw so many episodes of House and Family Guy!) and sometimes went swimming. It wasn't like I didn't have fun, just not as much as we had when we were 8.
We made some really stupid videos, and for one we made a dummy. That dummy was awesome! It was some of the boys' clothes, stuffed with stuffed animals. It was really lumpy, and it's top half kept falling off. We just laid it on the couch, and me and Rachel would always use it as a pillow when we watched TV. It was really comfortable, actually.

Zomg Watchmens

Over the break, Burt lent me his copy of watchmen (the book-i mean, graphic novel) and I read it straight through in one day. It took me like 4 or 5 hours only. *smug*
Now this may have had to do with the fact that I was in a car, driving for 7 hours but still.. For me to have that kind of attention span, you know it has to be good. And it was soo good. I loved the part where Dr. Manhattan's on Mars. I love the part where Walter is talking aobut how he became Rorscach. I love the part where Rorschach's psychologist becomes like depressed, because of Rorschach. I love the parts where it's the real-life story, intertwined with that one comic book the kid's reading. (Tales of the Black Freighter? *goes and checks* It doesn't say, but I think that's right...)
Anyway, now I really, really want to see the movie. But my parents will be all "Noo it's rated R!" And from what I've read/heard it sounds like it did earn it's R-rating so there's no hope of me seeing it, at least until it comes out on dvd and I can maybe watch it at a friend's house.

owce cweam sandawich

I always eat things oddly. Like, just now I was eating an ice cream sandwich and I have to like peel off the chocolate sandwich part and eat the ice cream seperate. I do that with reeses peanut butter cups too. And my mom gets so mad at me. I have no idea why. It's not like I'm 5 and she'll need to clean up whatever mess I make, I'll do it. And I'm usually eating in the kitchen, so the floor is like fake plastic tile that I can easily wipe off, not carpet. And it's not like she should be upset because I'm not eating politely, I CAN eat politely, it's just no fun.

Wow this was the most dispassionate (vocab!), stupidest rant I have ever made. And I subjected you to it. You're welcome.

Summer

I can't wait until it's finally summer! Our summer vacation needs to be a lot longer. I'm going to be out of town for all of it, except just 4 weeks! And there's nothing that I want to like give up to have more time at home. The thing I'm most excited about is probably going to Mt. Cross. It's this camp (yes, a church camp) in the Santa Cruz mountains. I go every year, but this year I'm going for three weeks, not just one. I'm going to be a junior counselor and work with the kids and all that funness. I'll be there for almost the entire time they do the summer camp, so I'm kinda wary about that, because at Mt. Cross is where I met my ex-boyfriend. But I'll only be working with kids in elementary school, so I shouldn't have to really interact with him, even if he comes. Plus it's been over a year, so it shouldn't be too awkward to like see him occasionally, say hi, make small talk. And I think I'm way over-thinking this. I'm gonna go now.

braces and nose hair

I can't think of a thing to write about. Well, I can think of things to write about, but those belong on an IM to my best friend, not here, not in the open like this. Hmm... I think I'll write about my ortho appointment.
I'm all excited because my orthodontist said I could probably get my braces off in 3 or 4 months, at the most! *and there was much rejoicing*
This, of course, was followed by a finger-wag and a "If you wear your rubber bands like you're supposed to. And keep up with that brushing."
I'm not sure why he keeps talking about my brushing. I have no trouble brushing. I just hate flossing. So I don't do it. And then he gets upset. Well, more, he seems like disappointed. But it's hard to take seriously a man whose nose hair I see more than his actual face. It's just so.. there. It like commands my attention.

Endings

I'm developing a love for the endings of books. Especially ones that convey more than they actually have written. For instance:
"He loved Big Brother."
"It was the best bed he had slept in for years" (or something along those lines. I loved TMDG, solely for the end.)
I also really like sort of twisted endings. Ones that aren't expected and make me think. I like to just bask in the perfectness of the ending for several minutes, if it's good. And the best-written endings are the sad ones, I'm finding.

I knew this day was coming

Yesterday, my parents dropped it on me. "We expect straight A's from now on. There's no reason you shouldn't get them, except that you're lazy." (which is a perfectly legitimate reason in my book) They must be so disappointed, their perfect parenting plans didn't work. "We don't believe in grounding" turned into "No phone, no computer except for homework, no going out of the house" but they still refuse to say I'm grounded. "We don't care what grades you get, we just want you to do your best" turned into "You need to get straight A's." I knew this wouldn't last. I just hope they don't expect it next year. They made me take AP Lang. Writing is NOT a strong point for me. I'm not going to get an A. I know it already. Maybe I'm being complacent. Maybe I should worry more about getting into college. But I don't think that I will have to worry, maybe I will. Maybe when I'm out of Gunderson, where most kids don't care, when there's more competition I'll regret it. Maybe.

Obsession

When I like a song, I tend to sing it in my head incessantly. This usually isn't too annoying, because after all, I do like the song. But I get frustrated when I don't know the words. So I pick out a phrase or two and type them into Google and add the word "lyrics" to find them. Then I usually go on youtube and look for a video with lyrics (always have to be on the side. because when they'r on the video and timed wrong it annoys me to no end). And then I listen to it over and over and over for like 40 minutes straight. And then I am content that I know the song. And I become almost obsessed. I notice every phrase that is in that song that's used elsewhere. I hum or sing sing it to myself constantly. And this usually lasts a week or two. In case anyone cares, my song right now is Put The Phone Down by Pilot Speed. (who I'd never even heard of before today, although I'd heard the song. Radio is a wonderful invention.) I felt like blogging about it pretty must just because I can and need to blog.

Summer

Last night, I was looking at my calender, trying to piece together my summer. It turns out, I'm barely going to home. I'm only going to be home for 3 or 4 weeks, depending on my dad's planning skills. On the plus side, I am going to be home for my birthday, which hasn't happened the last 3 or 4 years. I don't really mind the being gone so much, but my main problem is my summer assignments. I'm taking AP Lang (which has like 8 assignments), APUSH (which has like 5 assignments, and AP Calc (which will have one, really long, assignment). I don't think I'll be able to do it all. AP Lang has already given me everything I need to do the assignment, so I'm going to try to finish it before summer even starts. I doubt I actually will even get started on it, but I really should. APUSH isn't giving me the books I need yet, and AP Calc we just don't have the assignment at all. It's probably going to be some monstrous packet.
Well, I just went to the library and my mom said I had to finish my homework before I could read and now I'm finished! I probably won't emerge from my room, except to eat, all night tonight. I love it when I get a bunch of new books that I've never read before. *sighs happily*

Celebrity

On Saturday, my little sister had a dance competition. It was cool, but I'm always shocked by the ages of the kids they have performing. They have three-year-old kids in these super-skimpy outfits, dancing all provocatively. It just seems pointless to me. Like, there are other ways to dance, and it's not like these little girls are sexy. They are adorable, but not sexy. I walked backstage to look for my sister, and there was a group of maybe 6- or 7-year-old girls practicing their dance. First, their costumes sort of looked like lingerie. Also, as they're dancing, their teacher starts calling out instructions. The one she said most often? "Use your chests girls!" I was like, they don't HAVE chests, they're 7. It was just weird to me.

On the bright side, there was one other school that was like my little sister's, where there are a bit more modest and the dances are a lot less sexual. Also, my little sister's dance school won a gold medal for every dance they did. And usually they get totally overlooked at these competitions, so that was a very pleasant surprise.

Aahhh

Why did I all of the sudden get a lot of projects? I have my research paper, which I didn't procrastinate too horribly on; I only have my works cited page left. So that's not too much of a big deal, I know I'll get it done and turn it in and not do too bad.
My issue is my other classes. In chemistry, evidently everything is due by Friday. So I have four assignments to do tomorrow. Plus, my math teacher today said that he wants to give us a quiz on Friday. Our class went "No not Friday! We have a research paper to do!" And I think he thought we were joking. But we were serious. I'm going to get such a bad grade on that quiz becasue I still don't understand the stuff and I don't have time to study it! And I also have a homework assignment to do in that class, and one assignment in that class equals at least 3 or 4 in another. If I somehow manange to study, thats another 2 assignments worth of time/
So I have like 1+4+3+2=10. 10 assignments to do tomorrow. It's too much!
Teachers must have some internal clock that tells them when to assign homework so it will combine the best with other classes huge homework loads to create the optimum stress level among the students. Why else would they do this and not listen when we say "Not Friday! I have other stuff due that day!" Every teacher says, "You should put my class first." but that doesn't work! I can't have all 6 of my classes first!

Bach bach I'm a chicken

I had to go to my dad's concert today. He's in the San Francisco Bach Choir. *heavy sarcasm* It was so much fun.

I don't mind classical music really, I can appreciate the harmonies and such when they sing it, but that interest lasts about 5 minutes. And I can also interest myself in the translations (Bach wrote it in German, they sing in German, but the translations are printed in the program) and that lasts about 10 minutes. But the concert is still two hours long.

So me and my sister bring stuff to do. This time, I just brought a pad of graph paper and some markers and a pen, because I like to make patterns. I ended up making this fairly intricate pattern over the whole piece of paper and still haven't finished it. My little sister made a simple pattern, colored half of it, then fell asleep (she had a four hour long dance practice yesterday). When she woke up, she started another pattern, which never made it that far.

the most interesting thing about the concert was, by far, something my mom discovered. In the program, there are printed ads for other artsy things, usually based in San Francisco. One was San Francisco Arts online. And the domain name?
www.sfarts.org
It's supposed to be read sf-arts. We read s-farts. That kept us laughing through the first ten minutes of the concert.

Random Rambling and

I really liked the idea of blogging when we first got it. I had all these great plans of writing about my life and learning about everyone else in the class and we were gonna be closer and it was gonna be great and I hate it when that happens. My optimistic side took over briefly and now i realize blogs are no different than when we are at school. Only 5 or 6 people actually read my blog, but other people mihgt so I'm afraid to blog aobut anything too personal. I can't post drawings like Evan, I can't come up with random, at least a little bit interesting things to write about like Marissa and Burt, I don't spend enough time on the internet to post links like Ashley and I have higher standards for myself than to write two sentence blogs just to get my points. So I'm stuck. I end up not doing my blogs and then that's really the only assignment in English and then my grade is bad and then my parents yell at me and then I write a blog like this, but I still only do one or two a week and my parents will get more mad, and start taking away phone, computer, time with boyfriend, and I don't want that but I have nothing to talk about and I'm going in circles and I'm sort of enjoying typing this and I think period are overrated and sentences shouldn't end with them, they should end with and and go on to the next sentence and instead of ending a paragraph with a enter thing it should end with period and then essays would take up less space and then less trees would die and then global warming would end and then the world would be a better place all because periods are really unneccessary and that's all I have to say today. Goodbye.

Is it really that messed up?

Today in chemistry, I was doing a propaganda poster for my history. Let me repeat that: it was an assignment. We were studying WWII in that class. I decided to make my poster for Germany, because it would be the easiest, just draw a swastika. So I'm just sitting in chemistry, happily coloring my swastica. Ashley asks me about it, we start talking about swastikas, and it turns out we both like the way it looks. (I mean, take away all it stands for, and it just looks cool.) We keep talking, and she says that I should color it pink. I like this idea, but not on my poster, because I do have to turn that in. So she draws one on my arm, with a pink pen. We both think it's funny, but then we show Evan and he's all "That's messed up." And I just don't get why. I understand that it stands for thsi horrible, racist regime, but I did make sure to put it where it's covered by the sleeve of my jacket, so no one will see it and get the wrong idea about me. I just think people are too touchy and politically correct. But me and Ashley have a shared irreverence, so it works out okay. For instance, last year we got this packet about this guy who died in the war in Iraq. We colored it, all over, and made him look like a girl. We were just messing around, but everyone got so almost upset. Like "how could you do that! He's dead!", but I don't quite understand the huge difference between drawing on a picture of a guy who you have never met, and will never meet, who is alive, and one who is dead. I guess there's some line we cross, but it's almost like no one has told us where it is, just that we can't cross it.



I just realized this could be taken as a rant against Evan. Just so everyone knows, I'm not upset with anyone just sort of wondering what was wrong with what we did, you know, like it's some social taboo.

....

I just realized I have to do another post for this week. I will write about Evan's blog because I can.
*giggles* Evan made me look funny in his picture. I did a double take though, because I was scrolling down the page, looking at his pictures sort of and I saw my name. I was like "Whaaat?" and then I read it and it all made sense. I was really expecting it to be more dirty. I mean, it's me, Ashley, and Marissa.
That is all *song from wall-e playing in my head*

..now the depressing one

So, at St. Tims, there is this teacher, Mrs. Mandanici. Her and her family also go to my church. Her and my mom are pretty close friends, so I know her family fairly well. Her husband and their daughter, Tara, whose in 6th grade.

A couple of days ago, they found out that her husband has a brain tumor, and yesterday they found out it's cancer. It's just such a shock. I want to say something to Tara, just sort of let her know that I'm here if she needs to talk or anything, even thought i've never known her well. I think I'll write her a little note or something.

Ayway, now to the point. A lot of people at S. Tims and my church are praying for him already, but I'd just like to ask anyone who is religious, would you please pray for him as well? I know it's not likely that many people will read this, but I'd just like to ask.

Quotes

Whenever I'm reading, whatever paper is nearest me soon becomes covered in quotes. I just love jotting down phrases or sentences or paragraphs that resonate with me. I write down the randomest things that most people would not be able to connect to my life, but I notice out of the blue. Right now, I have this big pad of paper on top of my desk for this purpose, but so far it only has King Dork quotes. I would sort of like to someday post all these quotes all around my room, and just look at them and remember what I was thinking when I copied it down. but, knowing me, I won't ever be organized enough to even get all my quotes in any one place. I've thrown some away, some are in this ntoebook by my bed, some are on worksheets and such, and I've had to erase them. Also, after saying this idea out loud, I will probably almost instantly decide I don't want to do it anyway, and forget about it.

Random Ramblings

I have no idea what I'm going to write. You might as well stop reading now, because I'm not going to say anything of any interest to anyone. the number of times I said "any" in that pharase amused me. Anything of any interest to anyone. Hmm.. I'm very easily amused. I'm also getting a little hyper. And hungry. I want a snakc. I have a not-so-secret candy stash in my room, and I want to go get some, but I'm too lazy. My room is all the way across the house, which isn't that far, but oh well. I think I have about a paragraph now so that should be good. I was pretty happy when Mr. THompson compared this to his freshmen's one paragraph quickwrites, because that meant I didn't have to worry about length much. Just have to write aobut a paragraph, which is just fine with me.

Babysitting. Whee.

today I had to babysit for St. Tims (tmy old elementary school, the school my mom is principal of, blah blah blah) Home and School club meeting. It's essentially a PTA meeting, and I get drafted to watch the kids of the parents who go. I generally don't mind, but today I had homework, and already had to have an orthodontist appointment. And that was just great. Well, the babysitting ended up being a complete waste of time. I got there, and there were no kids. I waited for maybe ten or so minutes, and then one kid showed up. He was a fifth grader and he didn't say a word to me the whole hour plus. He walked in, looked around, sat down, and turned on his ipod. It looked like he was listening to music at first, and then started watching some TV show on it. We were in the nursery, so I just colored. It was fun, but I still had other things I should have been doing. My mom said I should have brought my homework, but my homework was all on the computer, so that wouldn't have worked. Anyway, there's another boring blog post.

yayyy extra credit

I'm really glad that Mr. Thompson gave us this chance to make up our blogs, but I wish it wasn't tonight. I have this French project that I had to do over the weekend and was due tomorrow, but I didn't start it. DX I have an excuse for Friday and Saturday, I went skiing, but then on Sunday I was just lazy. I really shouldn't procrastinate this much.. It's not smart, but I do it anyway. And I also had a couple other things, but I'm going to stretch those out into three completely boring blogs and one depressing one. This should be fun.

Star-Gold-Fish

On a completely random note, I'm eating these goldfish shaped like startfish. With some regular goldfish thrown in. This makes me imagine an entire ocean made of goldfish creatures. maybe the ocean could be.... jello! Blue jello!

And I just looked at the bag they came in, and the reason there are starfish is something about community service. Laaaammmmeeee. I lost interest almost instantly. Snacks should not have morals thrown in. Starfish can be thrown in, but so obviously trying to teach an "important life lesson" makes almost anything boring. It counteracted the starfishes intial awesomeness, to make them just boring shaped cheese crackers again.

Pastor Selbo

Last Suday, I went to church at the place where I went to elementary school. It was kind of cool, but weird. The first time the pastor spoke, I wasn't paying much attention, but then I heard his voice. His voice was such a constant in my childhood. Every wednesday morning, we had chapel, and he led it almost every time. I had no idea just the sound of his voice had left such an impression on me until I heard it just then. I paid complete attention to his sermon, just marveling at it. (Although he is a good preacher too. Doesn't ramble, his sermons are fairly simple and straight to the point. Which are things our pastor really ought to work on. But anyway.)
I thought about it later, and I think the reason his voice affected me was that, unlike many of the teachers, I hadn't talked to him since around 5th grade. It was oddly similar to the reaction I had when I found my favorite book from when I was little. I hadn't seen it for years and I thought it was lost or had accidently been given away, but there it was, on my little sister's bookshelf. Both of these were such vivid memories from when I was younger, and then they just showed up in my life now.
I want to go back to that church, to hear him speak again.

Toast at 3:30

Whenever my Nana is here, she sleeps in my room. she did at first because it was closest to the bathroom, but now it's just because she really likes my bed. Whatever. So I sleep upstairs, (there is only one room upstairs, and we use it as kind of a den.) and the way my house is set up, the upstaris is all open and right nest to the kitchen and dining room.
So anyway, on Thursday night, I'm sleeping upstaris, and I wake up because I hear some movement downstairs. My first thought was that maybe it's 6 or something and my little sister is up way early because she feels the need to spend an hour getting ready every morning, so I check the time on my phone. It turns out, no, it's 3:30 in the morning. I just laid there for a couple minutes, trying to go back to sleep, but my curiousity overcame me.
I went downstairs to check who it was, and lo and behold, my nana was making toast. I ask her what she's doing, and she jumps and gives a little "Oh! you scared me!" Evidently, she thought it was time to get up, and everyone had left for school. I point to the clock on the oven, and she says that she noticed, but thought it was wrong. I point out that it's dark outside the window, and she says she thought it was light outside because there's a streetlight outside my window. I just end up sort of rolling my eyes and going back to bed and she just decided to eat her toast, because she already made it.

I just realized I did some weird things with tense in this blog, but I'm too lazy to fix it.

Nana

My Nana is visiting again. And every visit, she has a story that she repeats over and over. To everyone, whether you have heard it before or not. Last time, it was this story about how she told my 5-year-old cousin Jonathan that she loved him and he said he likes her, but doesn't love her and she realized that it's better to be liked than loved and this ALWAYS spawned an arguement from my little sister, who evidently disagreed. I was just relived because the time before it was telling me about my "cute figure" and asking me how many boys hit on me that day. *rolls her eyes*
Anyway, this time I'm afraid it's about me again. On Wednesday, the day she got here, she said something aobut how I looked like her. And then, when we went to church on Wednesday night, she was talking to this other lady who also said I look like her. And, the thought of looking like she used to when she was young isn't so bad, because I don't know what she used to look like or anything. But the thought of ending up looking like her when I get old... *shudders*

My computer is fast. (evidently)

My computer's screen is all messed up. Every mark has some lines behind it, going to the right. I can't help but think of in cartoons, how speed is shown with lines trailing after the person/character/whatever you wanna call it. It looks just like that!

I need a new computer. This one is slow, half the time doesn't connect to the internet (although that's probably because of the router...), and now the screen is weird too. But the weird screen looks kinda cool, and amuses me, so I don't mind it.

Oh Fuckstockings, I believe I'm falling.

Over the weekend, I went up to Tahoe and went skiing. Sunday was interesting. My dad started to teach me how to ski on moguls.

Wikipedia says: Moguls are bumps on a ski slope formed when skiers push the snow into mounds or piles as they execute short-radius turns.
I say: Moguls are little hills on a ski slope that you are supposed to make quick turns around, so you don't go flying over the top of one and land in a heap. However, quick turns are hard because you are going more straight down the slope, so you're going faster, so you need better control.

It's really hard, and I fell a couple times; mostly, though, I just sort of flew across the slope, bumping over the moguls, not around them like I'm supposed to, until I could stop easily. One time, I fell, and somehow rolled, or something, and one of my skis stabbed my butt (which is still slightly sore) and I slid like 20 feet down the hill, losing my poles on the way. Another time, I didn't have quite enough control to stop, and I was heading across the slope, right towards a tree. So I bailed.







Long story short:

This is what skiing on moguls is supposed to look like:





This is what I looked like:






The End.

[clairification: I had a LOT of fun! I'm not upset about all this falling in the least, almost everytime I fell I lay there just laughing for a couple minutes.]

sharks.

The Sharks won today! I was beginning to be worried about our losing streak, but we bet Detroit 5-2! And, just in case you didn't know, we are first in the Western Conference and Detroit is first in the Eastern Conference, but in the league overall, we are second and they are first. So they are a good team to win against and break our little losing streak.

bored.

I have a theory that Mr. Thompson doesn't really read all our blogs. I mean, he has 60 + students, three blogs a week is 180 blogs. And he doesn't check every week. So, the point of this blog is to see if he reads it.
Mr. Thompson, if you read this, comment and prove me wrong.

Haiku

I saw this haiku on some person's shirt yesterday. It amused me, so I decided to subject you guys to it.

Haikus are easy.

But sometimes they don't make sense.

Refrigerator

But actually, I like haikus. It's like the only type of writing I can do, because it's more like it has the specific rules. I generally don't do well with any sort of instructions that aren't specific. Except blogs, oddly. I don't really mind these, my only objection is that the whole class reads it, so everything I say is very censored, because, honestly, I don't trust people until I know them better than just classmates. Anyway, I got distracted on facebook and totally forgot where I was going with this. So, bye!

*happy*

I am incredibly pleased that I posted two blogs last night, and then when I checked this morning, I had comments on both from Lorita and Marissa. I'm not sure why this makes me all happy, but it did. So thanks you two! Ok, that's all I had to say. Bye.

School is awkward.

I went to a spaghetti dinner/open house at my old elementary school tonight. It always is a little bit awkward there, because I'm sort of floating through everyone. A little too old to be with the kids (except watching them, but they don't really want to be watched, they want to play with their friends), but not old enough to talk with the moms and teachers. I always feel a bit invisible, but not invisible so much as ghost-like. You can see me, but you can also just look right through me.

It was weird until my friend Jonathan got there. He was my best friend all through elementary school, and I hadn't seen him for months. Once he was there, we walked around, reminiscing and laughing and catching up with each other. We laughed at the second graders paintings of giraffes in funny poses, messed around the fifth graders boat full of pillows, played anicent computer games on even older computers, and had awkward conversations with the adults. All the adult people were like "I haven't seen you since you were in fifth grade! You've gotten so tall! (umm.. duh. We've grown since 5th grade.) Aww you guys are still really close, aren't you? (No. We haven't seen each other in months.) Every time I see you you're together! (Um, that's because we only see each other at school stuff. Same time we see you.)" But it was still fun talking with him. We have so many old inside jokes, that our conversations make no sense to anyone else. But yeah, it was really nice to see him again.

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I haven't blogged since the new semester started. I feel kind of bad about that. Mostly because it means my grade isn't what one would call spetacular. Also, I procrastinate in chemistry a lot and the fact that I don't understand it added to the fact that she will accept it indefinately ends up with me not doing it. And, because my math homework just takes so long and is so tedious, I only do half the assignment and then don't turn it in. So I'm not doing so great in those classes either.

And yesterday my parents checked my PIV. So now I have no phone, no computer (except blogging) and no doing anything remotely enjoyable. My parents are also threatening no boyfriend, but I sorta think that's just a threat. It would hurt more than it would help. In other words, this weekend I will be doing a lot of back homework (regardless of whether my teachers accept it or not). While my sister gets to take a friend up to the snow. Oh well, it really is my fault for not doing my homework and I'm complaining a lot and I probably sound really whiney so I'll just shut up now.

Bye.