I just got my license(!)

Which is great!

No I can go places with my friends!
Wait... no I can't. Joshua's Law.

But I can go to the game tonight!
Wait.... Daddy won't let me.

I can drive myself to school!
Wait... No, I'm going to Emily's tomorrow, so I'll be going to school with Geoff and home with her.

So... What can I do?
-I can drive to and from school on days that Geoff has to work after school.
-I can drive myself to Kayla's birthday party on Saturday... If my parents let me
-I can drive to work on Sunday.

Woo-hooo.... my life sucks.

I WANT TO DO SOMETHING!!

Everybody is always like "Being able to drive is FREEDOM!", And all that crap.
Well, I guess that's true... but only if you kill your parents.

Grrr. Seriously, right now, I'm no more free than Joe, who doesn't even have is Learner's Permit yet.

When I got home, my dad is like "So where are you going to go?"
And I said , "The basketball game."
"When?"
"Tonight."
"Oh, NO YOU'RE NOT!"
"It's only in Murphy."
"OH NO YOU ARE NOT!!!!!"

Great. He tells me I can drive to my grandma's house, if I want to.
Woopie. I've driven there a bazillion times without one of them with me. She lives 3/10s of a mile away.

Groan.

Dental Floss and Rejection

That's what I keep having dreams about.

It's keeping me up and I don't like it one bit.

I wonder why?
It's so weird....

I'd love to hear some theories...

Christmas Concert

I just got home, and it was pretty good.

I think we played really well, and I had fun.

That was the first time we heard the music with the percussion parts too, and it was SOO COOL!

I love percussion.

We played:
Jingle Bells Forever- This song is like Stars and Stripes Forever and Jingle Bells had a drunken one night stand. This ugly baby is the result.

Carol of the Bells- This song is very cool. It was the hardest one we played, and I love the way all the parts work together.

Polar Express- This had the Overture, Believe, Hot Chocolate (awesome), something else, and Spirit of the Season. They were all fun/really pretty.

Nutcracker- this had 4 songs from the Nutcracker inculding the Arabian Coffee song and the Russian Trepak Dance, and ahhh it was my favorite piece of music.

Hallelujah Chorus- From Handel's The Messiah. When Mr. Rittenhouse was announcing this song, he told the audience it was from a HUGE piece called The Messiah, which has a Christmas section and an Easter section. And I turned to Emily and said "So you can play it for three months straight". She was like, "Wow, REALLY huge." haha.

A Christmas Festival- This was a medley of lots of Christmas songs, and it was cool It had an awesome ending, which is why Mr.Rittenhouse picked it for our finale.


Don't you wish you had gone? YES.

I Want Some Cliche Ice Cream

Ya know how in movies, when a girl is upset, she eats ice cream?

That's how I feel today.

Ignorance IS bliss, in some cases.

I hate sounding all emo and sad, but I didn't have a very good day.

Actually, I had a great day, I had a crappy 4th block, bcause I was talking to Emily, and the more we talked aobut our topic (which isn't important enough to post) the moe I had to abandon my denial, so I'm sad.

Anyway, tomorrow will be really busy. I have to work in the morning, and I'm going to hav to try to get off early, because our call time is 3:15, and I'm scheduled to work till 3.
So then after the parade, we have toplay the Christmas tree lighting ceremony, and as of now, I don't have any music, and I've never practiced the music, because we didn't have enough copies, but we should tomorrow, so I have to sight read it, which isn't good. And my mom wants to go see Australia after that, so I have to bring, like, 3 different oufits with me.

And our Christmas concert is soon,and we are not ready for it, and I'm really stressed about it.

And now one of my favorite parts of my day is just a reminder ofwhat made me all depressed today.
:(


*sigh*

I guess that's all.

Snow Day

Hey, so I just got home from school, which let out early.

wh-hoo, I guess.

As soon as Geoff and I got out, the snow kind of stopped. Maybe we just drove out of it, but it seemed like it snowed just long enough to get us out of school.

Yup.
And then there was no snow on the ground until we got to like the Robin's Nest-ish area, and then there was more and more snow on the ground and on the trees and stuff, and then by the time we got home, there was like, 2 inches on my car and Geoff and I had a little mini snowball fight.

Now I'm inside, and the sun is coming out, so the snow is probably gonna melt pretty soon anyway.

But I guess it's pretty cool, and now I can just sit around and watch Jerry Springer (haha with Geoff and my dad.

I hope it snows more tonight.
Not that I don't want to go to school, because I actually get really stir-crazy when I have to sit around with nothing to do, but because I LOOOOVVVVVVE SNOW. It's so pretty, and even if I don't end up going out and paying in it, I love it anyway. It makes everything so cozy.

MMMM!!! I think I'm gonna make some hot chocolate. yummmmy!!!

See ya laterz.

Things is pretty cool right now.

I don't know.

Things just seem to be going pretty well for me right now.

I think it just started this weekend too. This whole weekend, I've just felt really relaxed.
Maybe somebody drugged me. ha.

On Friday, at Jacob's birthday party, I seriously had sooo much fun. And all we really did was hang out and play Rockband and Guitar Hero and eat and stuff.
AND OMG!!! Shmo realllly came alive at te party. I'm telling you, you are reallly sorry you missed it. He randomly started doing the twist to Guitar Hero, and he would strike an awesome diva pose out of nowhere. And he mime-lassoed (lassod?) me and emma and the kitchen. I love Shmoe. He is the COOLIEST!

Yeah, but at Jacob's party I got a chance to see what people who I usually don't hang out with are like outside of school, and it was fun. And we roasted marshmallows. Not all of us. Just me and Emma and Farrah. Nobody else seemed to notice the delicious marshmallow merriment. OMG! they would randomly burt into flame even when they weren't touching the fire. It was funny.

Yeah, and then Saturday, I had to work. And I even got along with my boss that nobody likes very much. And I had Livin' on a Prayer stuck in my head. Leftover from Jacob's party.
OHHHHHHHH! WE'RE HALFWAY THERE! WHOA -0OH! LIVIN' ON A PRAYER!

haahaa.
Yeah, and then I saw Twilight with Geoff and Jenna and Rachael Cochran.
It was pretty good. I can't believe how people get obssessed with that though. EDWARD CULLEN DOES NOT EXIST! AND IF HE DID, HE WOULDN'T LOVE YOU!
SO SHUT THE F**K UP ABOUT HIM ALREADY!!
Jenna and Rachael also saw it on friday night, and hey sad all the girls cheered when Edward first walked on screen.
OHMYGODD!
These girls are hopeless. It's so PATHETIC! grr. I don't care how mean that is.
For God's sake, go find a real man.

Anyway, I had to work today too, but I got to leave early because they are cutting back on labor, and I had the most hours.

Yup.

So school tomorrow.
But (YAY) only two days this week.
Thanksgiving is awesome!

And my cousins and aunt and uncle are coming up from florida, which is cool, because I haven't seen my one cousin (he's, like 26) since 7th grade. He went with us to New York, but he did cool stuff like go to CBGBs and the graves of rockstars with his girlfriend, so I didn't see much of him.

Anyway. I guess that's pretty much it.

See ya around.
Peace.

PS, this is my 50th post.

16!!!

Ok, now that my birthday has passed, I can tell you how AMAZING it was. I went to a Panic at the Disco concert on Tuesday with Emma, and Stephanie, and Lisa, and it was amazing.



The Cab, Plain White T's, and Dashboard Confessionals also played.

It was so good. The Cab is one of my new favorite bands, and I've always loved Plain White T's. Dashboard Confessional was actually really boring to me. All of their songs sound the same.



But OMG! I can't tell you how excited I was for Panic at the Disco. Brendon Urie is sooooo amazingly cute, and I always heard that they sucked in concert, but they were great.



I sang along with everysong, and It was soo hot (we were on the floor. AAH!), but it was the best concert I've ever been to.

And Brendon played like EVERY INSTRUMENT. He played guitar, drums, bass AND piano. And he sang of course.



What a great concert.

But then, on my actually birthday, I was soo tired. We didn't get home until 2 am.

But I was definetly way too excited about my birthday because wehn I woke up. I got to open one present.



Guess what?















MY PARENTS BOUGHT ME A CARRRR!

I couldn't believe it. My license plate is AZZ 2782.



It's a white 1998 Ford Taurus, and I'm going to deck it out all in Gators stuff.

I already have my Gators keyring that plays the Gator fight song, and I got Gator floormats, and I'm going to get a chrome Gator emblem on it, and a Gator front plate.



Eventually, I want to have a Gator steering wheel cover, and Gator fuzzy dice for my mirror.



Unfortunately, I can't get my license until December 18th, because that is when we get our Drivers Ed certificates.





In other news, Senior night is tomorrow, and I'm not looking forward to it at all.

Geoff and Leland are going to leave FOREVER. Omg, I'm going to cry so much.



Umm. Other than that...

Everything is pretty much the same.



except now I'm 16 AND I HAVE A CAR!!!

wooot!!!!!!!!!!

My Birthday!!!

My birthday is next Wednesday!!! Woot!
November 5th.
I'm gonna be 16. Yay! Even though I can't get my license until after December 18th (that's when they give us our Drivers Ed cards), I'm still super excited.

I'm going to a Panic at the Disco concert on the 4th. (oooh. School night. ha), and Lisa and Stephanie, and Emma are going too, so it WILL BE AWESOME!!

Also, I asked my parents for this digital camera (whenever I need to take cameras, I have to use my dad's). Its the new Nikon (Nikon Coolpix S60, to be exact) and it is AWESOME!
It's the one on the commercial with Ashton Kutcher, and its all like "He's the man with the magic touch" Because it is touch screen, and consequently AMAZING! It also has Smile Timer, so it will automatically tke a picture whenever the person smiles. And it has a Paint feature, so you can, like, write stuff on your pictures (with your finger because it is TOUCH SCREEN!). And it is the all-around coolest camera I've ever seen.

My mom said she can't get it for me, but I have a feeling that she is just saying that so I won't be expecting it. I really hope I'm right, because now I have my hopes up, and I'm typing insanely fastt because I'm soooooo excited!!!



On an entirely unrelated note, I am read It by Stephen King right now. It is definetly the longest book I've ever attempted. 1138 pages. I'm on 337 right now. I have 801 pages left.

So far, I have been extremly freaked out. It is pretty much the scariest book I've ever read. OMG, a little boy's ARM is ripped off by a clown in a storm drain on the 15th page!!!

OMG!!

So what's new with you?

Joe-seppi Beckoned for a Blog About Himself Written by Me

I know Its a weird title, but its a take off from a Panic at the Disco song title (London Beckoned for Songs About Money Written by Machines)

Seriously, Joe did ask (order) me to write a blog about him and how he "is my bestest friend in the world/universe/infinity"
And then we both said "and beyond" which was creepy.

I have to say, Shmo, is not my bestest friend. Sorry. But he is my friend, as much as we'd both like to deny it.

I really don't know what I'm supposed to be saying here..... so yeah.


Um, I guess I could talk about Joey, since that is what he asked for.... but what about him...?

-He didn't know what a wet willy was until Sara Beth gave him one.

-His life motto is (going to be) "It's the homeschooling"

-He is impure hahaha

-I think he has a crush on Sara Beth, which would just about be the most precious thing ever, if it were true

- His parents call him Guiseppi (heehee)

-He asks questions

I guess thats it. I don't really know what I was supposed to do here, but Shmo-Joe Jojo got his wish.

Yay...

Sorghum Parade

Was fun, but hot.

I am officially very very sick of Everybody's Everything.

Anyway, after the parade, I went to the Sorghum Festival for a little while.

I saw the Biscuit Eating Contest. Some guy from Germany ate 15 bicuits and won.

I love weird, small town stuff like the Sorghum Festival. Even though there is really nothing for me to do there, and nothing I want to buy, and the Bluegrass music punds in my ears, I still love going to the Sorghum Festival. It's just so cute!


So anyway, I need to enjoy the rest of my day, because I have to work tomorrow. *sigh*.

Oh well.

BLAIRSVILLE ROCKS!!!!

Things are Looking Up

So, I don't really feel like I'm in a slump anymore.

Things are just happier now, and I don't know why.
It's not like I'm totally happy with everything, but- I don't know- I just feel better.

Maybe I should have re-read my last post before starting this one, so I could better pinpoint the difference.

But anyway, for an update on what's happening in mylife now:
+I'm doing well in all of my classes. I broght up my grade in Alg II from dangling near failure (for me, not for the school) to a more acceptable grade.

+Fall Break has started, and I don't have any plans except for the parade tomorrow, and working on Sunday. Sara Beth and Kayla were talking aobut going to a corn maze tomorrow, after they finish working at the Key Club booth, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen. Oh well, maybe we can go to the movies or something.

+Fall Ball has been anounced.... Saturday Night Fever. I don't know if I want to go. Last year, I left early, because I wasn't having very much fun. I don't want to spend 20 bucks on a ticket if I don't think I'm going to have fun, but I also think I might have more fun this year: I've come out of my (dancing) shell... since Chicago (heeheehee).

+My awesome friends Bri and Stephanie were nominated for Homecoming, which comes with an unpleasant side, but f**k those people that don't tink Bri or Stephanie 'deserve' to be on homecoming court (click on the link to Bri's blog in my 'cool people' section to read more). I don't see why people cant be happy for them. And it seems like Bri is getting more of the brunt of this drama than Stephanie. Which sucks. :(
But I am crazy-proud of them.
(I also think Bri should MAKE her homecoming dress, because, in case you haven't heard, she has a cothing line.)

Let's see.... what else?

I guess not much.

I'm just glad I don't feel so crappy about life anymore.


I guess the only thing I'd like to change right now, is:
I wish people wouldn't take everything I said so literally. I exaggerate a lot, expecially when I'm upset. (I'm pretty sure I posted a blog about that, too... around forever ago) So, when I say "I can't stand her!" or something, I'm probably just mad about something, and I don't really MEAN it. so don't call me a b***c. (Richard... And Scarlett O'Hara really DOES remind me of Ashley Marcot.)

I guess that's it.

This is it... MY SOPHOMORE SLUMP!

First of all, I realize that I haven't typed anything of substance in a while.
For this, I am sorry.

So, yeah.

It seems nothing is going well for me so far.

Should we start with 1st block?
Algebra II. I wasn't even good at Algebra I, back in 8th grade. I blame it on a bad teacher, and I still do, but its definitely affecting my grade now. I still have an A, but JUST barely. I will have a 90.11 in that class for my progress report. That will not do.
And it wouldn't be so bad, but its stuff I can help. Like, slacking on my homework. The ONE homework check we'va had in that class was (of course) for the one time I didn't do my homework. Since then, I have forgotten assignments, but I've never intentionally not done my work. (we do work in class, and I keep thinking I've finished my work before class ended, then I get in there the next day, and I hadn't done it. S**T!
Besides that, I didn't get most of chapter 5. I could've asked Mrs. Payne for help, but I won't. I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm in there every morning to put down my stuff, but I'm, like, afraid to say "Mrs. Payne, I didn't really understand # 7" or whatever. It's my pride. I've never struggled with a class before, and it really embarrasses me to not just GET IT.

ok. Block 2.
Drivers Ed.
This is Drivers Ed. The easiest class in the curriculum. Other than being mind-numbingly dull, it's simple

Block 3.
World History.
Another easy class. But not nearly as boring as Drivers Ed, because we can TALK, and I have a lot of friends in here, but jeez! Read the section, do the questions at the end of the section. Read the section, do the questions at the end of the section. Read the section, do the questions at the end of the section. POINT O' HISTORY. Read the section, do th questions at the end of the section. Read the section, do the questions at the end of the section. Read the section, do the questions at the end of the section. Mini-research project. Read the section...... Honk shoooooo. HOnk shoooooo.

Block 4.
Band.
So much drama. We just spend way too much time together. Apparently, everyone in my section thinks I'm awful and just.... ugh.
It seems that band kids have trouble telling the difference between when I'm being sincere, when I'm joking, and when I'm just flying off the handle, so you shouldn't take me seriously.

Actually, the only person who can clearly discern jokes, sincerity, and pissed off-edness is Richard. I love him.

Honestly, Driver's ed with him is probably the best part of my day. He just gets me, and I don't have to deal with all that girly drama crap when I'm with him. He's SO my best friend.

So, like Bri, I have many things I need to work on. BUT, unlike Bri, I am not brave enough to post all my flaws on the web where everyone can see.

I am making a list, just for my eyes.

Wish me luck?

:/

*whimper*

Could today have been any worse?

I doubt it.

Jerry Springer

I love this show.

This girl on the show just said the exact phrase "I'M A HO!... SUPPOSABLY!!"

Supposably? Supposably? Really?

Grr. SUPPOSEDLY!!!

HAHAHA! Best White trash show ever.

Anyway, I've got to get ready for the football game.

First game of the season.

I don't even know what Hayesville's mascot is. I bet I'll know after tonight. ha.

I hate liars (joe)

People who lie (joe) are stupid. It's just not nice (of you joe) to say that someone is your best friend if they aren't really your best friend (joe).

I will no longer give liars (joe) my attention.
That means I'm no longer talking to the liar (joe).

YOU'RE STUPID (joe)!!!

Random Updates

Joe told me I was his best friend.

That completely made my day
... even if he is kind of weird, and he totally acts like a diva right now with 3 SNAPS IN A 'Z' FORMATION!! hahahahaha!!!

I love Shmoe-Joe Jojo.

Omg! Frist football game this friday. The first time we will ever perform our new halftime show! I hope people like it. I'm so nervous.

AH! And we start driving in Drivers Ed on Thursday, although my group doesn't actually drive till Tuesday. I'm still freaking out about it. Steven Edsall and Richard Tyler are in my group. I don't really know Steven, but I LOVE Richard. He's been one of my besties since 5th grade.

YAY!

I guess that's it.

I can't think of a title. So....

So there's a lot going on right now..... yet nothing to write about.

On Friday night, I went to see Tropic Thunder with Emily and Shane. And it was really funny.

There was a lot of cussing in it that they honestly could have done without. the movie would have been just as good without it. Oh well. There were lots of things blowing up too, and probably the funniest I've ever seen Matthew McConnaughey. "I'LL GET THE TIVO!!!!"

Haha!!!

Anyway, when we got home, Leland was there. Yayyyy.....
And he and Geoff made me play Scrabble with them. I was exhausted, and I'd never played before, and I lost.

Woo. I went to bed, woke up, rode the horse, and then started reading Breaking Dawn, which my mom got for me. WH-HOO!

I got all the way through the first Bella book, and a few pages into the Jacob book before my butt went numb.

so, I drive myself over to my Grandma's house because our computer crashed and is away being fixed right now, and I have to come over here to check my e-mail and do awesome stuff like this.


So.... I have to work tomorrow. You could come buy some fried chicken from me to "m-m-m-ake me h-happy." heeheeheeheehee.

Pineapple Express

ONE OF THE FUNNIEST MOVIES I'VE EVER SEEN!

That is all.

First Day of School

Well, today was the first day of school, as you know.

I guess it was ok.

I still have to get Drivers Ed first semester, and I think I'm going to get it in place of Spanish.

But it all depends on when they have openings.

Anyway....
For first block I have Algebra II. Mrs. Payne seems really nice, and Melissa and Kayla and Bri are all in that class, so that's pretty cool.
Then second block is Spanish. The only real friend I have in that class is Kaitlyn, and there are plenty of people in that class that don't like me..... and I don't like them very much either.
Third block is World History with Mr. Garrett, who I had last year for Civics. He is really funny. And in that class is Kayla, Sara Beth, Ashley Stevens, and SHMOE JOE JOJO!!! woot. Love Joe.
So, yeah, that's who I eat with.
And Fourth block is band.
We are doing a Santana show for halftime this year, which is all well and good, but I DON'T HAVE A FLUTE!!
GGRRRRRR!!!!!!! My flute has a bent rod (and I did NOT drop it, Mr. Roberts.) and the repairman could not fix my flute. He had to take it to the shop, and Mr. Rittenhouse thinks it might be gone for two weeks. AGGHH!! What am I supposed to do for two weeks you ask?

Play piccolo. I can not play piccolo. I can hardly get a note out of it, and when I do, it's all squeaky and shrill.

So, yes. That's how my first day went. Because I know how everybody wanted to know.




Yippeeee.




Oh, and PS:
I saw literally zero freshmen in the halls today. WHAT?? I was soo looking forward to being able to abuse them. they must have been hiding from me.
ha.

Now I know my Schedule.

I have:

1st Block: Algebra II; Rhonda Payne
2nd Block: Spanish I; Starla Day
3rd Block: World History; Wesley Garrett
4th Block: Adv Band; Kerry Rittenhouse

Yeah. That's what it is right now, but that has to change because I have to have Driver's Ed first semester, and as you can see, I don't.

I have Honors second semester.

So, Becca, here ya go.

WEEEEKEENNDD!!!!

Yes, it's an account of my weeeekeenndd!!!!

Which was awesome!

On Friday night, I went to see Camelot in Hayesville. I really didn't want to, and if Emily wasn't there, I would have been absolutely miserable. the play wasnt.... bad. But it was really funny.

The only thing is that, we never laughed at the jokes. We just laughed at everything else. I know that sounds like we are REALLY RUDE to just laugh about it, but if we hadn't we would have been bored to tears, so I think the actors would rather us be entertained in SOME way... right?

Anyway, in the first scene, the guy that played King Arthur is wearing this tunic thing (in fact, all of the guys except one wear tunics with tights the entire play. ummm) and his skirt is... kind of short, and he sits down ... a few times. AHHHHH!!!!! MY EYES!!! And King Arthur is a lot older than Guenevere (spellcheck?)

Oh, and Lancelot's tunic thing has, like slits up both sides that go all the way up to his hips. So everytime his side was to the crowd, it was like LOOK AT MY THIGHS!!!
That was one of the main sources of laughter for Emily and I.

And, at one point, they are having a jousting tournament, and supposedly, Sir Lionel gets stabbed all the way through by the lance..... so when they carried his dead body onto the stage, they have put 'blood' on his 'armor' (silver cloth). The blood looks like he dribbled ketchup on his shirt whilst eating a hamburger. And, after Lancelot's miracle, when Lionel is walking away, there is no blood on his back. I THOUGH HE WAS STABBED ALL THE WAY THROUGH!!!

hmmmmm......

OH, and Merlin's wizard costume looked like a spacesuit. It was like, purple with a liver strip running down the front, and Lime green shoulder things.

But, the most disturbing part of the entire play was Guenevere and Lancelot's kiss. Apparently, this actress had just graduated (we think high school), and The actor was, in his 40's. I think.

Anyway, this kiss was wayyyy too intense (open-mouthed. *retch retch*), and it was the most awkward moment ever. Everybody in the theater was super quiet, and I really wanted to clear my throat just then, but I didn't.

Anyway, then Mordrid comes in, and catches them. And then he ruins everybody's life, and he laughs about it very dramatically, and he has the funniest I'm-better-than-you swagger.

So then afterwards, we all went to Waffle House, because they are open really late. ;)


Saturday!!!!

I didn't have to work on Saurday, which is AWESOME.

I hung around all day, and then last night I went to Lisa's slumber party. I love slumber parties. They make me feel like a 12 year old again.

So anyway, there was:
Bri
Lisa
Emma
Carley
Farrah
Deana
and Me

We went to the moves, and saw HANCOCK which was pretty good. It could have been funnier, though.

OH, and they decided to dress me up in Lisa's clothes. I don't know why. Apparently, my Cute is What We Aim For t-shirt is just not good enough for them. So I ended up wearing this white shirt with blue and yellow flower type things on it.

Then they wanted to do my hair. I don't know why. Apparently my gorgeous fluffy curls are not good enough for them. They decided to straighten it. Straightening my hair properly, takes about 2 hours. We didn't have 2 hors, we had about 10 minutes. So Lisa decided to leave the ends of my hair all brushed out and frizzy. My hair was very triangular.

I looked like a hippy. Which is okay I guess... I just felt a little awkward.

Anyway, then we went back to Lisa's and watched the Ruins. gag! Grossest movie ever. And we didn't even finish it. We started watching the Heath Ledger movie called Candy. He was a nasty drug addict guy. With a nasty drug addict girlfriend.

We didn't get very far into that before everyone fell asleep. approximate time: 4:30 am.

When we woke up this morning, and re-started the movie. Then I left for work. 11:30 am.


So at work today, I wasn't there long, just, like two hours, because they sent me home early to save on labor costs, my 'boss' made me so mad. She's actually a manager-in-training, and she's been at our store for less time that I have. She hasn't learned how everything works yet, and I don't blame her for that. It's just that, she hasn't learned it all yet.

Anyway, she ended up talking to me about 'respect' and stuff because I simply told her that you can fit twelve cookies on a cookie tray without them cooking together. She actually threatened to send me home. Really??? After her little lecture, she gave me hug. GRRRR.

So anyway, Dana and I told our manager-manager about it, and she just kind of rolled her eyes.
Apparently, she doesn't really care. So neither do I.

Anyway, I came home, caught up on all the sleep I missed, and then I talked to Bri a little. She's starting a clothing line, ya know. It's pretty cool. She wore the cutest dress to Lisa's. And she MADE IT.

So yeah, then I went for a ride with my daddy in Fiona, and then I wrote this.

And, I decided what I want to write my narrative about.

BAND CAMP TOMORROW!!!!! wh-hoo!

Peace.

Just need to write

WARNING: The following post is about absolutely nothing.

I finally have some days off.

After a working Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, AND Today.
And some of those days weren't good ones.

I was ready to kill someone on Sunday, and on Saturday I was so zonked when I got home, I actually took a nap. I haven't done that since I was, like, eight.

And, of course, today, I spent the entire day defending my religious beliefs: mainly my favorite college football team. GO GATORS! (Suck it UGA fans).
Anyway, my boss (Clay) is an ALABAMA fan. Are you kidding me? Bama?

Oh, and this pretty big guy came in and he was wearing a Florida hat, and Florida gym shorts, so I told Clay that the Florida guy wanted to break him in half for giving me crap about UF.

And we have a bet going that if I get valedictorian of my class when we graduate, that he has to wear a Florida shirt for an entire day. :-P and he has to like it.

So, yeah, he spent the whole day TRYING to diss me for being a Florida fan.

Let's just say his quips aren't..... well thought out.
(and he can't tell what a nickel looks like. haha.)
But, I laughed A LOT today, so it was a good day.

So now I have the next two days off. Tomorrow, I have to go ride the horse, because I haven't ridden in FOREVER, and I'm gonna make a lot of headway on my vocabulary.

Until then, I'm going to continue to watch stupid TV.
Right now the show of choice is SAVED BY THE BELL.
Which is awesome. Love it.
I love how everybody overacts everything.
NO way! The show just went into super-awesome supsenseful slow-mo for the final play of the big volleyball game. Where of course that play would be the defining factor of whether they lose the game, and their jobs, and whether or not the lovely Zack Morris gets the car.

That's just good television.


So that's it.

This is my life right now.

Thrilling right?

Yeah, it's alright with me.

LOVE YA!!

I saw The Dark Knight

Isn't it crazy?

Batman is most definitely my least favorite superhero, but this movie was good enough to change my mind.... but only on the basis that he is a total bada*s, so that makes up for his lack of any powers at all.

If there weren't as many explosions, and stunts and stuff, I would still regard Batman as a total phony... and if Christian Bale wasn't so darn sexy.


AND on top of everything, Heath Ledger played a fantastic Joker. It's too bad he's dead, but I'm not going to get too torn up about it, because there are way more important things than mourning someone who I never met, even if A Knight's Tale is one of my favorite movies ever. But the movie lasted so long!
I had to leave twice. First to get drink refills for Sara Beth and me (which I got for free even though you're only supposed to get large refills for free), and then again to pee, because that was the longest movie on the face of the planet.... I'm sure it isn't, but It's the longest one I've had the patience to sit through.



Anyway, it's a great movie. And even if my opinion means squat to you (which, of course, if it did, you wouldn't have read this whole thing), you should completely go see it.

Count the Mounds of Crisco

The book that never ends.

I have, like, less than a month to finish reading this book, and do the assignments.

I'm freaking out!

I admit to being to world's worst procrastinator, and obviously my time would be better spent asctually READING the book than sittin ghere writing about how I SHOULD read it.

Why can't I focus on the dumb book?

When I do try to read it, I just get confused. There are way too many characters.
It's like, this guy had an affair iwth her, and then their 'dead' baby was taken after someone tried to kill him, and the dude that stole the baby ends up beinga valet, and the baby is a murderer that pretends to be someone's son for money, and he's going to marry this girl that tries to run away after they find out that he's a murderer. And one girl is supposed to marry a guy, but she loves the otehr dude, and she gets her grandfather to break off her marriage to the guy she doesn't love, and then she gets engaged to the dude she loves, meanwhile, people are dropping like flies in her house, so everyone thinks it's cursed. And then she is the target of the murderer, and the Count promises that she will be okay, but now she's dead, and that's where I am right now.


I DON'T GET IT!!! I can't keep everyone straight.

I'm going to go to Sparknotes and see if they can shed some light.

Release

I went to Coach West's wake last night, and I can't believe how much I cried.

I felt like such a tard, because very few other people were upset. When I first got there, before we even got into that funeral home, I was starting to tear up.

When we got inside, all I could think of was how the funeral home smelled like my orthodontist's office.

Finally, we were inside the room where he was, and with his family. His entire family was really nice, and as we talked to his mom, and siblings, and step-dad, they reminded us of all the things we loved about him. Of course by this point, the waterworks are just going. I can barely see, and my nose is runny (ick).

His brother asked me how I knew him, and I told him that I was a student. He asked how long I had him, and I said just one year.

"Well, it looks like he made an impact on you." he said.

After Geoff and I spoke to all his family members, I went to say hi to Kaitlyn, who was a few people behind us in line. I gave her a hug, and that's when I completely let loose. I didn't who was looking at me, I just sobbed in a way that very few people have seen from me.



But after I was so upset, when we were walking back to Geoff's car, I felt so lightened.
Whenever I heard the phrase 'It gave me closure' or something like that, I was always like, "What the heck does that mean?" But now I get it. I feel like now I can still be happy, even without our beloved Co We. I feel released.

And I don't care if you think this is really sappy. I know it is. You can just bite me.

There Is Just No Way.

If you haven't heard yet, Coach West was found dead this morning.

I was at work when I found out. Jessie Payne told me about it, and I gathered more information throughout the day from random people who came in.

I wasn't super upset, because it didn't seem real. I couldn't believe that Coach West was dead. I couldn't believe that he would never make fun of the way I run again, or completely change the way an Expo marker looks to one of his Health classes again. He wouldn't stand like Captain Morgan on the rail looking in to the gym, and he would never teach another class how to play 'Westball'.

It didn't really hit me until I had to tell anyone about it. When my dad picked me up from work, I actually had to say the words "Coach West is dead", to get it.

Coach West was most surely loved by the students at UCHS. On Yearbook day, there was a ten minute wait to have him sign your yearbook. I'm really going to miss Coach West, and I don't think I'll be able to run or drink a Diet Coke again without thinking of him.

I loved Coach West. He was one of my favorite teachers this past year, and... I don't know what else to say.

Oh no.

At work today, I think I heard Nick Sciales mention smething to my boss about an application.

Skylar was there too, but he might be applying too.

Skylar wouldn't be that bad, but I don't want to work with Nick.

>:(

So I Really Miss Some People.

From school.

I often see random people that come in to Zaxby's, but it's never, like, people I'm close with.... in fact, it always ends up being one of those people that I am acquainted with that I'm not really friends with. Like Dustin Owenby. I like Dustin; he's a nice guy, but we aren't friends. So I saw him at Zaxby's and I never know what to do in that situation. Are we close enough to start small talk? Would it be weird if I started talking to him? Should I just leave him alone? It was awkward. At least it was for me.

Anyway, my point was that I never see the people that I really want to see.
I never see Hannah.
I never see Stephanie.
I never see Bri.
I never see Richard.
I never see Kayla.
I never see Sara Beth.
I never see Carley.
I never see Melissa.
I never see Jacob.
I never see Kaitlyn.
ETC.
I did see Taylor Stancil, so that was nice.

Truth be told, I see Geoff's best friend more than I've seen mine.
But that's okay, because Leland is really nice.

But you know who I really want to come through Zaxby's??








Is the suspense killing you?









SHMOE-JOE JOJO.
I just want to see if he would ask questions about all the menu items... of course they would be questions I wouldn't be able to answer... because I haven't worked long enough for me to learn the details and ingredients of everything.

But I saw Emma at Relay for Life, and I was so excited to see her, that it reminded me of all the people I haven't seen, and how happy I would be to see all of them.

And I saw Krieger at Relay for Life, which was, of course, THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY LIFE!!
HOORAY!

So if you are reading this, and you know I miss you, then go to Zaxby's or somewhere where I can see you.

I MISS MY FRIENDS!!
Even if you aren't on the list listed above.... don't be offended. Those are from the top of my head... I don't store much information in the top of my head.

LOVE YA!

Frustration, Aggravation, and Procrastination

Frustrated and Aggravated at my mom!

She just won't listen to me. She signs me up for all kinds of things I don't want to do. I mentioned in my last blog that I have to work at a Relay for Life thing AFTER I work at my real job, and WHILE my friends (that I haven't seen since school let out and who I miss very much) go out and have fun, without me of course because I will be at the Relay for Life thing that my mother dearest signed me up for without even asking me about it.

Ok, to be completely honest, the whole my friends going out and having fun thing isn't set int stone, in fact half of the people involved don't even know about it. Kayla and I just talked aobut getting together and doing something because Sarabeth and Emma will be back from Crestridge on Friday. But it doesn't matter, because I can't go anyway. When I asked my mom about how long I'd have to stay at the thing (hoping I could meet my friends somewhere AFTER), she told me 5:30 until MIDNIGHT!!!

WHAT!?!?!?

And then she was like, "Why can't you just do what you've committed to already?"
And I was like "IT'S YOUR COMMITMENT!"
And she says "I asked you if you would do it"
"After you already signed me up! So I didn't really have a choice!"

And she tells me that she hadn't already signed me up when she asked.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!
She lied to me. When she told me about the relay for life thing, she led me to believe that she had already written my name in stone and that I had to do it.

There is nothing I hate more than manipulative people, and how manipulative can you get.

And That's not the only thing.
Every year she signs me up for something. I'm not going to say what it is, because it is incredibly embarrassing, and she knokws I HATE IT!! Like, not in a 'this is annoying and I'm to old for this' way; I hate it so much, that I can't describe it in words. I'm not being dramatic. I'm so serious.

Anyway, she kept signing me up, every year. I've been too old for this since I was in the 4th grade, but she re-registers me every year. I've tried to explain it to her, and this year I thought I'd finally gotten it through to her that I'M NOT DOING IT ANYMORE!!! But I found out today that she signed me up anyway. It makes me so angry that I'm literally crying right now, but she just won't THATCHING LISTEN TO ME.

THAT'S ENOUGH!!!!!

Anyway.... Procrastination.

I really need to work on my summer reading project. I don't think it's ever taken me this long to finish a book, but I never get a chance to read. I get like 5 to 10 minute snippets throughout the day to read, and I never get enough time to really get into the book.

I try to read before I go to bed, but I fall asleep.
So I hate the feeling of an assignment breathing down my neck.


(Krieg, this is really the only way I can respond to your question about summer reading. Your blog stopped letting me read it. It says I'm not 'invited'.... So can you (re?)invite me?)

My Thoughts on Savannah, Work, and Friday Night

Ok, so I just got back from Savannah with my mom and Emily and the other usual suspects (my mom's friend Barbara, her daughter, and her daughter's friend) and we had fun. A lot of fun? Possibly.



On the first day there we got to our hotel at 11 and they wouldn't let us check in until 3. GAY!. So we drove into old Savannah, and we ate lunch in one of the 21 squares, and all these tourist trolleys kept driving by and made us feel very much like animals in the zoo, because all the trolley people kept staring at us. Anyway, my we ended up deciding to take a trolley tour. I don't know whose idea that was. Certainly not mine.



So LOOK OUT! When you take a trolley tour you get to wear these bright yellow stickers (happyhappyjoyjoy) that mark you as 'an official tourist of Savannah'. Very much like the yellow stars that the Nazis made the Jews wear during th Holocaust.

The trolley tour was miserable. The tour guide had a weird deep south crazy accent and he talked reallly loud even though he had a lovely llittle microphone/speaker system that made him super loud and he really hurt my ears. Plus the woman sitting in front of Emily and me started breastfeeding her daughter. In the middle of nowhere it was all like BAM! There it is. Emily made the mistake of pointing it out to my mother, the breastfeeding guru. (My mom works in Labor and Delivery in the hospital. and she teaches a childbirth class, and she thinks formula is a mortal sin. We have breastfeeding textbooks strew haphazardly about the house.)



Anyway, after the trolley ride from hell (almost as bad as the Ducks in Chatanooga. Different story that made me suicidal), we hung around on River Street, and finally we could check in to the hotel.



So we hung out at the hotel for a while and then we decided to go to The Cotton Exchange for dinner. It's this really yummy seafood place on River Street. I ate waaayyyy too much. I had scallops. YUM!

Anyway, after that we went on a ghost tour, and we walked around Svannah in the middle of the night and this girl told us ghost stories about all these haunted buildings and stuff. Apparently Savannah is called 'the city built on the dead' because people are buried all over the place. In every one hundred steps you take in Savannah, you step on at least one dead person. EWW.



So the next day we went to the Birthplace of Juliette Low because the two younger girls that were with us are Girl Scouts, and they get a patch for going there. Aww.

I'm pretty sure that Juliette Low was a big Lesbian. But anyway, we got to do this 'Victorian Adventure' thing where we had to dress up in these big hoop skirts and learn how to act like 'proper ladies' it was slightly hokey, but I enjoyed it... mainly because I rocked at it. It could walk in the big skirt without it 'tilting' and I was amazing at handling the fan, and plus I love anything that involves costumes/getting dressed up. :)



After the fantastically GirlScouty day we went to this restaurant called the Casbah. It was so much fun! It was a Moroccan restaurant and you sat on these couches to eat, and before they bring you food they bring around this teapot looking thing and they pour water over your hands to clean them, because they don't have utensils.





Anyway, the last day we went to the beach. We had to get home, so we didn't swim, but it was low tide and swimming wouldn't have been much fun anyway. So we walked up and down the beach and Emily and I found this fleshy lung thing. We thing it was a dolphin lung.... because it wasn't big enought to be a whale, and fish don't have lungs. Unless it wasn't a lung at all......

Hmm.

Okay. So that's all on Savannah. On to work.

I had to work today and I had a very good day. I got my first paycheck!!!

Super excited! I love making money. :)

And I saw Taylor at Zaxby's, and Emma's mom was there and she told me that Emma was coming home from camp on Friday, and other happy things.

Oh, and my cash drawer was PERFECT today. It said I was short cents the first time I checked, but i re-counted my dimes and I must have missed one the first time I counted, because I ended up with a perfect drawer. And that makes me happy too.

So on Friday I got roped in to doing this relay for life thing. Apparently they are having a train ride thing for little kids, so I have to help them with that and make sure no kids fall off the train and get run over.

So that's all. There is nothing else going on in my life at all, but that's ok.

The only way to describe my current feeling right now is:

CONTENT.

*<:o)

Yet Another of the Fruits of my Boredom

Once again I find myself doing nothing, and being very bored with it, so I decided to write.... I just don't know what to write about.


Two basketball teams came through Zaxby's today. That wasn't fun. We were so busy for like an hour without stopping.

We have this new manager-type guy. His name is Clay, and I think he is replacing Harold... but I'm not sure at all. He seems nice enough. But it also seems like he is only a few years older than me, so it's weird that he's my boss.

Kayla didn't get to go to the movies last night, so my mom and I went and saw Kung Fu Panda and 10 last night. That movie is soo funny, and it's really cute too. I recommend it.

Anyway, I'm going to Savannah tomorrow, and I won't be home until Monday.

So at least that's 2 nights where I can sleep without Tyra Barks (get it?) whining all night and pawing me in the face.






And yeah, my dog has a last name. Suck it, Hannah.

:-)

The Zaxby's Chronicles VI (and final, probably)

I'm pretty sure this will be the last Zaxby's Chronicle.

Today at work was average. It probably would have been great if I was more than half awake.

See, last night, I knew I had to get up for work, so I went to bed early, and of course I wasn't tired (partly because I had slept in till noon that day), so I couldn't sleep.

So I read, until, like, midnight and then attempted sleeping again, but I was still wide awake, plus Geoff was in the den being loud (Leland spent the night. YAY! I love Leland) so I got up and told him to be quieter. Then I went back to bed. Still couldn't sleep. So I grabbed an old magazine that I had read 50,000 times hoping that it would bore me to sleep. It worked. So now I'm tired enough to sleep, but Tyra (the dog. sleeps on the floor next to my bed) starts whining. I told her to shut up, but all she heard was "Tyra.......... e........et" so she got up and stuck her sticky dog breath right in my face. I told her to lay down, but she started whining again, and when you don't pay attention to Tyra, she starts pawing at you. So she pawed me in the face like 14 times throughout the night. Finally I kicked her out of my room and I looked at the clock: 5:37 am.


Thatch!

So my total lack of sleep inhibited my work. Well not really, but it didn't make me feel too good.

Oh, and Nick Sciales, who was in my homeroom in eighth grade showed up at Zaxby's and made my job much harder than it needed to be. Jerk. Ugghhhh! I can't stand him! He's so obnoxious and pretentious and dumb and he's one of those people who thinks he's so much cooler than he actually is.

I have run out of things to say....

I might be going to see YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE ZOHAN tonight with Kayla, if it is okay with her parents.

I'm gonna take a shower now. Hopefully I can wash off the never-ending stench of fried chicken.

Oh the Aimless Quality of Summer

I don't have to work again until Thursday, so I'm spending my days hanging around.

My grandmother is currently moving, so today, Geoff and I went over to help un-pack boxes and watch PIR. After that, we went to the Sarrell's and played video games with Leland and Richard. That was pretty fun. I love those guys.

So now I'm home again, and I have nothing to do...
I jynxed Geoff, so he can't talk, and nobody has written anything new on their blogs except Ed.
My mom worked last night, so she is sleeping, and my dad is sick.

I need something to dooooo!!!

So this blog was much more to entertain me than to entertain my readers, so sorry about that.









Maybe I'll make a sandwich. :-)

TZC IV and V (and a luau in between)

The Zaxby's Chronicles IV
Saturday at work:

Okay so I'm writing this a day late, so I don't have all the details fresh on my mind....

Nothing of interest happened at work on Saturday. It was the first day I worked with Dana, who was in my Health class, and Kalem Burns, who is a year older than me.

Oh! And Kalem plays football with Geoffrey, so back in the day, before Geoff and Kalem could drive, we would give Kalem a ride home from practice, so that's the only way I really know him.

So at work yesterday, Kalem and I were both on register, and there weren't any customers at that point in time, so I was bored and it was awkward.

So he asks me: "SO... Do you go to school here?"

WHAT!?!?!?!?!
Seriously, am I so un-memorable to people that nobobdy can ever remember who I am?

So I was like "Um, yeah. I'm Geoff Nelson's little sister." (Because everybody older than me knows me as Geoff's little sister)

And Kalem was all "OH. I thought I recognized you from somewhere."

So then we worked and I go toff at two... again. Yay!
So as soon as I got off work, I had to go home and take a shower and get ready for my mom's friend's wedding reception-type thing.
You see, my mom's friend, Jennifer, got married in Hawaii, but because the trip was so far away, not many people could attend, so she had a party for all the people who couldn't go to Hawaii. So that's where I was. It was fun. There was a lot of small talk, and a lot of people I don't know, but I looked awesome (really really awesome), so I enjoyed myself.

Also, while I was there, I discovered that I have avid blog-readers, so thanks to Wendy and Pam.

The Zaxby's Chronicles V
Again, today was an uneventful day.

Not much happened of note. I helped out on drive-thru a little. I actually stayed till four (whoa, right?) and that's about it.

Sorry, but not much to write about.... today was just a day.

The 80's (and TZCIII)

I wish I grew up in the eighties.



Do you realize how AWESOME my hair would have been had I grown up in the 80s?

Really Awesome.


Plus, I love everything about the eighties. I love the clothes, as weird as they seem now. I want an excuse to wear leg warmers and those weird sweatshirt things that fall off your shoulder, and acid-wash jeans, and high Side ponytails.

And the music in the eighties rocked too. I love really poppy eighties music (like Take On Me by A-Ha, and 99 red balloons, and Tainted Love); it's my guilty pleasure music. And there was Michael Jackson when he was a cool black singer and not a creepy white pedophile.

How can you not love the eighties?

Anyway, Now it's time for:
THE ZAXBY'S CHRONICLES III
Work today was not fun.

I pretty much enjoyed my first two days at work, but day three sucked.
My second order after getting in to work (MY SECOND ORDER!!), caused what can only be described as hooplah. These [lovely] people wanted water. I really don't want to get in to it, because I've rehashed it and rehashed it, and I'm sick of hashing.

But it boils down to lots of [so very needless] crap.

Anyway... I'm tired.

I'm also thinking that I want to see the Incredible Hulk. I'm not a weird comic book fan, like my brother, but that one actually looks pretty good.... but it might just be because I LOVE the guy that plays the Hulk (Edward Norton). I saw him in this super chick flick, The Painted
Veil, and fell in love with him. Honestly, you should really watch it. It makes me cry every time I watch it. And, I actually cry MORE every time I see it than I cried the previous time.
It's the saddest movie I've ever watched, but it leaves you with a really warm feeling, so I completely suggest it.

Anyway, I've run out of things to say, so I'm kind of rambling... I guess I'll stop now...

The Zaxby's Chronicles II

Krieger, I'm sorry to disapoint you, but they usually let me off work around two, if we're slow.

So if you really want to harass (correctly pronounced HAR-ess) me at work, you will have to wait till Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday, because I am working all those days. Yip. Ee.

Ok, so today, my second day ever!, they taught me how to actually take customers orders.
I'm not good at it.

I always forget to assign their orders a coaster. Which of course is badbadbad. The coasters are the little buzzy-your-food-is-ready thing, and when I forget to give one to the customers, we don't know whose food goes to who(m?) and it causes unneeded chaos. (BTW, just decided that chaos is one of my favorite words. It looks like 'chous', but it's kay-oss)

Today I saw one person I knew: Tyler Sosbee. He nodded at me, so aparently he recognized me.

OH! And a customer called me a smartass while I was taking his order. It wasn't like he was mad at me and calling me names, he thought he was being funny.
He was like "It's my first time eating here. Is the *insert menu item here* good?"
And I said "It's my second day working here, so I'm not sure."
And he goes "HA-HAA! Smartass."

I WASN'T TRYING TO BE A SMARTASS, I REALLY DIDN'T KNOW!!!!
I hate people. Because after that, he and his friend (who looked a lot like a really scrawny version of Heath Mayfield) kept making my job harder. Like, the guy who was with the guy that called me a smartass asked for Ranch dipping sauce, so I got some for him, but then he comes back a minute later, and was all "I wanted Zax sauce. You gave me Ranch". Then I was all "I'm so sorry." Then I got him a Zax sauce, but I swear he said Ranch. I'm positive.

Oh, and if you would like to know what I messed up on today:
1) the whole caoster thing
2) when I was sanitizing the trays, the sanitizing squirt bottle came apart mid-spritz. I was left with the nozzle in my had, as the bottle, full of liquid, fell to the floor.
3) I tripped over a pile of dishes that was waiting to be cleaned in the back. Soaked my pants up to the knee. Bobby, one of the cooks, told me it was a trap. I believe him.
4) I pushed the wrong button on the order thingy... quite a few times.

All in all... Great day. :-)

Krieg, hope to see you at Zaxby's on Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday. Can't wait to hear about Hawaii.

p.s. this is my twentieth blog ever. hooray for me!!

The Zaxbys Chronicles

Today was my first day at Zaxbys and I was a nervous wreck!

Ireally didn't want to mess up and embarrass myself in front of everybody.

The manager Harold told me to follow this girl Christy (Kaitlyn's aunt..who knew?) around and she would kind of show me how to do things. She was super nice, but I still felt awkward and like I was in the way all the time.

My official job is 'front of the house' which pretty much means I do everything in the front. (shocker right?) Since I have yet to be taught the art of taking orders, I did everthing else, I filled guest's cups with ice for their drinks, I brought food from the kitchen window to the counter and buzzed people. (You know the buzzy pager things they have there to let you know your food is ready? I did that.) I had to check tables which pretty much means I have to walk around the dining room and wipe off the tables that people had eaten at that had crumbs and stuff. I had to collect dirty trays and zalad bowls from the return places, Ihad to carry the zalad bowls to the back and wipe off all the trays and give them back to the cooks, and I had to sweep the dining room.

And apparently, I look really different in my uniform, because I saw a few people that I know from school, and they didn't recognize me. (or they were just too embarrassed to admit knowing me :P) Like Josh Walker. He is pretty good friends with Geoffrey, and I'm pretty sure that when he first saw me, he didn't recognize me.
Also, Alison Chester, who I don't know really well, but she was in band and she played the bass clarinet so she sat like 3 seats away from me throughout concert season, and I'm almost positive that she didn't recognize me.

HMM..... mysterious.

All in all, I pretty much enjoyed my first day. The people there were all nice.
I work again on Wednesday....

Camping

Ok, so I just got back from camping, with all my favorite people (ha!), but seriously, the camping trip was so much fun.

If you forget about:
1)the truck towing the Fox's camper breaking down, leaving us without 3 sleeping places
2)the terrible rain forcing us all to sleep in the cabins rather than the tents as planned
3)conditions being 'less than desirable'
4)hiking
5)forgetting half the food
6)sleeping 7 people in a cabin made for 4
7)dramadramadramadrama
8)community bath-houses

Other than that, I loved it!

We played so much Uno and B.S., I'm pretty sure I could play in my sleep.

And I can't believe how much we laughed on that trip.
We laughed about:
"OKaaaayyyyy", "I'm Hongray!!", and other Cody-like phrases.
Fighting with 'blind' kids
Asian emo stalkers
Brooms
Thatch
Lesbian songs
and so much more.

Anyway, I had fun.
I can't wait to hear what Emily has to say about it.

Indy 4

Ok. So I watched the new Indiana Jones movie last night, and it is really good.

It has just as much action as the first 3 even though Harrison Ford is old now.
Oh! And when Indiana puncnes a guy in the face (or gets punched in the face), it makes the same exact sond effect as the old movies.

And Shia Labeouf (is that how you spell his name? I don't know) did a really good job, and the movie was really funny.

My only problem with the movie is that it's a little more sci-fi than the old ones. Not as realistic. (If you have seen it already, then you know what I'm talking about.)

All in all, It was a fantastic movie. I completely reccomend seeing it, but you really should see the others before this one, or else you won't really get some of the jokes.

THe only thing about the movies that confuses me is those monkeys. What the heck was that all about??

:)

Cheesy Movie Lines

Ok. I have decided on my favorite pick up line from a movie.

It occurs in "Back to the Future" when Marty goes back in time and has to make his dad (George) ask his mom (Lorraine) to the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance.

So anyway, George walks up to Lorraine in the diner and he says,
"I'm George. George McFly. I'm your density."

Omigosh. That has got to be the cutest thing I have ever witnessed. 'Density' instead of 'destiny'.

I swear, if a guy said that to me, my heart would just melt.

Anyway, I felt like writing about something happy and just kind of cute and useless. This is it.

Oh! And I'm going to see the new Indy movie on Friday.
WHOO-HOO! Can't wait.

Peter Pan and Billy Madison got it Right

Peter Pan was definitely right on not wanting to grow up
(and living on an awesome island and flying around and being all-around B.A.), but mainly on the not growing up thing.

And the scene in Billy Madison after he has started high school, and he goes back to visit his 3rd grade friends, and the cute little fat boy goes " Wow. I can't wait till I get to hi-gh school, Billy"
and Billy grabs his face and all intensely says "Don't you say that. Don't you ever say that. Stay here. Stay where your safe. Stay as long as you can. For God's sakes, cherish it!"

Besides being really funny, I wish I had had that advice. High School sucks!!(euphemism for 'sucks cock'. haha. I learn so much in English)

Everybody grew up so fast. I miss days where your biggest problem is that you didn't win the race to swings when you got let out for recess.
Now I'm dealing with sex, and drugs, and drama, and how you aren't considered a good person if you like the same person as your friend.

HONESTLY! I can't believe what is happening to a certain friend of mine. I don't want to say names because I don't want to stir things up, but teenage girls are awful!

I heard once that the worst part of being a teenager is other teenagers. AMEN to that!

But trying to make out your friend to be a bad person because they like a guy that you supposedly liked first (even though you have a boyfriend) is one of the meanest and most manipulative things I have ever heard.

Have you seen the movie Mean Girls? I know who the Regina George of the 9th grade is.

Have you Called Jenny yet?

So, there was a lot of drama today, and I can't stand it.

Drama is such a waste of energy, and I don't want to deal with it. It doesn't help that people keep asking me about it all the time. If you really want to know about it, don't ask me at school. e-mail me or something.

I don't really want to explain the whole thing, but it ended up with somebody telling me that I am a b***h who should straighten her hair (I found this to be a weird insult. Like 'Oh you have curly hair, I hate you.... Also I have worn my hair straight every day this week), and that I should call Jenny Craig.

Wow. If I was going to use any TV weight-loss program, it would so not be Jenny Craig. NUTRISYSTEM!! Haha.

So I really wish all this would blow over, but I doubt it will, because it was apparently a very big deal.
It is even being brought up right now as I type this.

So, I guess that's about it.

Oh!! Except that the Cruisin' on the Square thing is this Saturday, and I will be there showing off my daddy's car... unless it rains. but come see me please. '4p.m. till dusk' is the official time, but it sure would be great if someone stopped by, so it won't just be me sitting around cool cars and old men.

Yup. I'm all out of words.

All is Well

OK, so Richard broke up with his girlfriend (the day after their rendezvous in the bandroom), therefore severing ties with the previously mentioned "other friends".

Stephanie and Bri were talking about how much he has changed and how they miss the "old Richard". So I have tried to figure out who the "old Richard" is, and this is what I came up with.

The old Richard is the guy that gave Taylor Stancil's little sister her first kiss, not the guy that took Taylor Wallis's virginity.
And I realize that the whole "gave Taylor's little sister her first kiss" sounds creepy and pedophile-ish, but it's really not like that. It was soo cute. :)

The old Richard is the guy that can always make you laugh even when you feel completely useless and "unneeded".

The old Richard doesn't do drugs.

And hopefully, the old Richard is back again.

I know that sounds amazingly corny and cheesy, but Richard and I have been friends since fifth grade in Mrs. Edward's class when we laughed about Benito Mussolini's name.
(Ben-ee-toe Moo-so-LEEE-neee)teehee.

So anyway... now that I've bored you with my ramblings about my friends, I guess I'll stop now.

Awww. Little girl, Did your Kitten just die?

The above is what my dad keeps asking me.

I told him that apparently my 'neutral' face looks really sad, and people keep asking me things like "What's wrong?!" and " Are you okay?" when I'm just walking down the hall. Kacie asks me if I'm okay on the way to lunch every day. Kacie, I'm fine.

So on the way home from school today, whenever I would let my face relax into my 'neutral' face, my dad would be like "Did your kitten die?" (sometimes he would substitue kitten for puppy).


OH! And on a completely unrelated note, I have one of my favorite stories and I would like to share it with everyone. (Mrs. Krieger, I told you already, but its just so funny)

OK, so it's last year, at lunch, and I'm talking to Tyler Hughes, who is REDNECK!! Soooo very redneck.

Well anyway, I don't remember what we were talking about, but he said "You don't know nuthin'" to me.
And of course, being the smart a*s that I am I said something along the lines of "Well, that means I do know something, because you used a double negative, and they cancel each other out to make a positive."

So he looked at me for a second, and then said (and I quote):
"THIS AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH MATH!"

There are so many things wrong with that statement, that I don't want to get into it, but wow.
If you didn't laugh at that, then there is something seriously wrong with you.

*Special Thanks to Tyler Hughes for Inflicting so much Humor (at your expense) into the world*

So Much To Say...

Wow, okay, so much has happened.



First of all, Spring Break was a lot of fun. I spent a week in Florida, in the sun, wearing shorts, and my legs are still completely colorless. Pale pale pale.

So if anybody remembers the blog "Oh how the mind wanders when one puts away dishes" or whatever it was called, my friend who was featured in that blog has doen it again.

Apparently, over Spring Break, he found some powerful painkillers, and took them, and then he got a... personal piercing.

So of course, this caused a small argument.

Emma and I were talking about it, and she said something along the lines of "It's his life, and he has to deal with it"
And I was like, "He is our friend, we can't let him do that to himself. Maybe we should pay someone to knock some sense into him"
And she said, "If you did something like that he would resent you for it"
And then I said, " He would eventually figure out it was for his own good."
"Maybe in , like, 30 years or something"
"Well, I'd rather him figure it out in 30 years so we can be friends again, than have him doing drugs and then dying of an overdose in 30 years!"

Yeah, so then at the soccer game, Ian Servis and I were talking about it, and he said:
"Why do people do drugs? If you want to get 'out of this world' or whatever, then read a freaking book!"

I thought that was really funny.

So today I was talking to my mom about it, and she said that she couldn't believe he took that many pills and lived to tell the tale, and my brother said essentially the same thing. And that really scared me.

So I thought about how in that other post, I wrote "he was completely there for me" and I'm thinking, how 'there for me' can he be if he is stoned all the time?
And worse than that: How can he be there for me if he dies(grr. Arrive Alive got me thinking aobut death)? Two people have already told me that dying was a possibility.

So, being the emotional wreck that I am, I started crying (heehee Hannah).
But now I really want him to read this like OMIGOSH, WHY DON'T YOU SEE HOW THIS IS AFFECTING YOUR FRIENDS!!!! LET ALONE, YOURSELF!!!

But we have been friends since 5th grade. If something happened to him because of his 'habits', I would feel like it's my fault because there is nothing I can do about it. I feel so helpless.

Well, now that I am thoroughly upset, I guess it is time to do my English homework.

Spring Break 2008!

So for spring break I am going to Universal Studios and we are going to meet our friends from Florida there, and Leland is coming with us, and it will be fun!

Hopefully, I can put out of my mind all of the crap in Computer Apps.
ARGH! It still just bothers me. Like why someone PRETEND to be friends with someone that they actually despise, as "Peter" seems to despise me.

You know what? I don't even care.
IT'S SHANE IT'S SHANE IT'S SHANE IT'S SHANE IT'S SHANE. Shane is "Peter".

I actually feel a little better now that I have told the 3 people that read this that Shane Preston (aka that anorexic looking guy with the insanely tight pants and weird hair) is the pile of crap that caused all of this.
HA! Take that.

Anyway, I am putting that out of my head forever so I can focus on the awesomeness and fun that is coming my way.

Hope everyone else has a good Spring Break!!!
<3

Dumb People

I talk to Peter* in my 2nd block everyday. I considered us friends.

So today I was talking to him because I had already finished all of my work, and he just goes "You're so annoying! Go sit down!"

I don't think he meant for it to sound the way it did, but it really upset me.

Probably because I thought we were friends, but he apparently can't stand being around me.

I don't think he really meant to hurt my feelings the way he did, but GOSH! How can he not see how that could be upsetting to me.

Besides, I am so sick of people who dislikes a person because they are nice.

Like you see someone in the hall, and you aren't really friends, but you give them that little courtesy smile, and they just ignore it.

Or if you are following behind somone relatively closely, and you go through a door, and they just let the door swing closed. I always give the door that extra push after I walk through it so that it doesn't slam in the face of the person behind me.

Or if you talk to someone and he just finds you annoying.
God forbid somebody is nice to your anorexic self, Peter!

*Name has been changed to protect the amazingly guilty, who doesn't deserve any protection at all. Peter. :(

AWW John Williams

Today in band we played a piece of music called "A Young Person's Guide to John Williams", which of course sounds awful, but John Williams is my favorite composer, bar none.

For anybody who doesn't know, John Williams wrote the music for Star Wars, E.T., Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Arc, Hook, Jurassic Park, and a bunch of other stuff.

Well the piece of music we played today was a compilation from 4 of the movies he did. the songs were "Hook Theme", "Hedwig's Theme" (from Harry Potter), "E.T.", and "Raiders March" (from Indy 1). Unfortunately, we only had time to play two of the songs today. We played Hedwig and the Raiders song. The Hedwig one was ok, I love when I recognize the songs we play, and that one I knew, but OMG! I am a huuugggeeee Indy fan, and I couldn't help smiling and giggling when I heard the "Raiders March". (duh duh-DUH duhhh. duh duh-duh...)

So yeah, apparently very simple things amuse me, but that is just such a happy song, and I couldn't help feeling happy.


Anyway, I hope this blog will be less controversial than previous blogs *ahem*.
If anybody decides to comment this telling me that John Williams is not the best composer ever, and that I am wrong, I just might snap and rip their hair out.

:) SPREAD THE LOVE!

Original? Yes. but a resounding NO at the same time

Mmkay, so I just read a blog about originality (Bonnie).

And, like so many other things, it made me think.

This is the conclusion I've come to:

Everyone (even the people who don't try to be, and the people who do try to be) is original. That;t the same thing we have been taught since kindergarten. There is NOBODY in the world who is the same as us. And that simple fact of course makes me wonder why so many people try so hard to be "original", when it is something you are born with.

These people (and don't get me wrong, I am friends with people I consider to be like this, and there is nothing wrong with trying to be your won person) try to gain individuality by dressing different, or having a different hair cut, or something else like that. Don't they realize that what you look like does not, and CAN NOT define who you are.

Anybody can dress the same way or style the same way, or even get plastic surgery to look exactly like you (although if someone did that, I think it's time for a restraining order). And then POOF! No more individuality for you Byotch.

So for the love of God, stop trying so hard to "be yourself", because the more everybody tries to be different, the more we assimilate to each other. Everyone tries to be different in the same way. Do you see the contradiction?

Oh how the mind wanders while one puts away dishes

Ok, So I was putting away the clean dishes in the dish washer and for some unexplained reason, I started thinking about how I lost all respect for a certain junior.
This certain junior is not an unattractive guy, and when I was in 6th grade (he was in 8th grade), I had a crush on him.

Well, sometime later (I cannot pinpoint the specific time, but I do remember I was in my mom's car and we were going somewhere) I found out that this certain person drank. A lot.

That was pretty much when I lost all respect for him. He was friends with my brother, so I had been around him a lot, and I thought he was really funny and nice. but after I found out that he was a "whiskey-puking alky" (something i regretably said to his face) I wanted nothing to do with him, and I didn't want my brother to be like him too, so I told my parents that Geoff shouldn't be allowed to hang out with this certain person anymore.

I feel bad about that. Really. But as I moved on to putting away the knives, I wondered why my brother would want to be friends with a person who did these things anyway. I knew it was wrong (there are laws against underage drinking for a reason!) and I'd never hang out with people who did things I didn't approve of.

And this is where my musing gets really like "WHOA". I DO hang out with people (or actually one person) that does all kinds of things that I would never want to do. Ever. Things worse than drinking. But then again, my frined only does these things when he is with his other friends (and new girlfriend). When he is with people I dont "approve of".

He never really talks to us about the things he does with his other friends, but we still hear about it sometimes. He doesn't act like they do when he is around us either. It's like he has a split personality. Or a double life. He has a different sense of humor, different body language, and a different persona when he is with them.

When he is with us, he is funny, thats-what-she-said joke-loving, drummer friend. Emphasize on friend. He was completely there for me during the whole fiasco outlined in the blog "who do you think you are?"

When he is with them, he is perverse and law-breaking. Grungy, and Ick.

So it makes me wonder which of these two people is really him. I'd like to think that he is being himself when he is with us, but if it turns out that the real him is the druggie-ick guy he is with those other people, then I don't know if we can be friends anymore.

And that makes me very sad. :(
(see? there is even a frowny face to prove it)

So I conclude with a question for all 3 of my readers to take out of this blog and chew on for a while:
WHY CAN'T PEOPLE ALWAYS BE THEMSELVES?

YAY!

We got Straight 1's in band festival yesterday!!!

we got all 1's for our performance, and and 1 in sight reading!!

YIPPEE!!

Who Do You Think You Are!?!

Congratulations! you are reading the first blog that is actually about something that happened to me, and not about weird contemplations and speculations.



Today happened to be a really good day. Excepting 4th Block.

You see, in 4th block (band), we broke off into different sections to work on our parts for Festival (tomorrow! aggh!) and everything was going fine. The flutes were in the chorus room where we could see the trumpets out in the warm sunshine.

I said, " I wish I was a trumpet, so I could play in the sun." Because it has been really cold, and now that it has finally gotten warm, I am trapped in a classroom looking out on others enjoying the sun.

So then somebody in the flute section (I won't say names, but it starts with an 'A' and rhymes with 'Flandrea') says: "Then go. We don't need you."



Oh

My

Gosh!



Did she just say that they don't need me?? Fine.



So I left. I went outside where I saw Stephanie and the other saxes practicing. So I hung out with them until practice was over. But don't worry! the fun ain't over folks!

Then, someone else (starts with an 'L' and rhymes with 'Peesa') comes out to tell me to come back in with the flutes. I said no, because "I'm not needed".Then she calls me a b**** and walks back in.

In case you missed it the first time around... SHE CALLED ME A B*TCH!! she is supposed to be my friend. I don't understand how I am the one at fault. Starts-with-an-'A'-and-rhymes-with-'Flandrea' said that I am not important or useful or 'needed'. and even if supposedly "didn't mean it", that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt my feelings, or that I don't have a right to feel upset.

And now, to tie in to the title: Who does Starts-with-an-'A'- and-rhymes-with-'Flandrea' think she is?! Why am I disposable, but GOD FORBID we lose her! Apparently, we are in desperate need of pretentious, personality-less people.


Seperately, I noticed that when I'm typing my blog, and someone walks into the room, I pray they don't read it... so that I can post it on the internet where billions of people can see it.
RIDICULOUS! :P

Exaggerating!

I've noticed that I exaggerate like a billion times a day (heehee). But, no, seriously I always use language that is way too extreme for the situation. for example, earlier today, a certain person was annoying me, and I told someone that I wanted to "break his little braces off his face" or something like that.

I didn't really want to rip off his braces, that would be mean.
WHY DID I SAY THAT?
I don't know either.

I need to learn to speak without over-stating (is that hyphenated? I'm not sure) everything.
If you ever hear me overemphasize things, then pinch me or something. Bri and Krieger, this means you. I'm pretty sure you are the only ones who have ever read my blog, so thanks.

:)

The Beginning of the End

This post marks the OFFICIAL start of my blog.

I still don't have anything to say.

GRRRR

Okay, so I've never had a blog before, and I don't have anything really profound to say.

But then again, that may be because I know what it means to "be Heather". I am loud, opinionated, and the opposite of humble, but I do not feel compelled to write a 7 paragraph essay (complete with cheesy nature metaphors) about how I got to that conclusion.

But I'm going to stop myself here, before I get nasty.

BTW: I know literally nothing about blogging.
Some HELP would be greatly appreciated.