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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.