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.