A looooong time since i posted.

Christmas night, Kirstyn or Shawna (I can't remember which) got a text from cousin Amy saying that she and her family had finally arrived in CA on their way to go visit the redwoods the next morning. That, of course, got the wheels spinning in everyone's heads, so at quarter after 11, we got into the car, and drove all night to meet them and drive around with them. The last minuteness of it all posed a couple problems, one being the dogs that we were babysitting for dad. We managed to get a hold of grandma and grandpa, and they said that they could take care of them over night (dad would be back the next day). So we scrambled, and managed to deliver them by midnight. And then we were on our way. Of course, I zonked out about 30 minutes past grandma's, and it was surprisingly comfortable. We had three people squeezed into the back seat of a California Refund Value (CRV) but we made to most of it and piled on top of each other with the occasional pillow/blanket in between layers. We slept most of the way, and we arrived at Denny's in McKinleyville. After a while of sitting in the car (the reason was never made known to me). Finally, me, Shawna, and Stephanie went in for breakfast, since mom and Kirstyn were feeling sickish. We finished, and went back out to the car. Awhile later, mom got some McDonalds (and how, exactly, that helped the sick part, i don't know) and we went on our way. We drove along the coast, kinda meandering a bit, and finally met Amber and family on the side of the road a couple hours later. We spent a few minutes doing the whole huggy thing, hugging everyone that piled out of their clown car, and anyone else who crossed our path, no matter if they came from our car or not. We're kinda odd that way. Then we went and drove through the redwoods and much later, we went to the ocean and spent probably 20 minutes numbing our feet in the foot numbing water. it was a lot of fun. we finally went to the hotel and i dumped my stuff off in amber/amy/emily/sarah's room and we watched tv until the parents came to inform us that they were going to a seafood restaurant. i passed on that. logan, sarah, and shawna went to the pool a while later, and our pizza showed up a little after that. (the adults had ordered it before they left and gave emily a credit card to pay with) it turned out that the delivery guy needed an ID or something for the card. of course we didn't have one, but we wanted our pizza anyway, so we went diggin through all of our stuff and managed to come up with just enough. shawna actually had more than enough in mom's room, but as luck would have it, that was the one room we didn't have a key for. bugger. we left the next morning at about 11. we only drove for a few hours, though, before we stopped at another hotel. mom didn't feel like driving in the snow. so we watched more TV...mainly friends. and ice age. we finally got home the next day at 3ish. finally.

that was the excitement for that week. the next week, we went to san fransisco with dad, carol and the boys. we actually went to santa barbara first, for a whale watching tour. it was a lot of fun, except that we only saw 3 whales in the three hours that we were out there. bummer day. but the rest of the time, we hogged the front of the ship, and got soaked. thankfully, all my clothes were waterproof. except my shoes, but those dried out soon enough. when we were finally done with that we went to the hotel, where Steph and i realized that no one had brought shampoo or conditioner. but carol had. so we got to use a tiny bit of it. at least we got the salt water off. gross. After that i just wanted to sit around in my PJs and watch TV, but dad wanted us to go and eat. i opted for pizza delivery, but that didn't go over so well. instead, we went to this saturn restaurant. turns out that it was vegan. all over the place. seriously, in the menu, it said that they had fakin bacon, and artificial chicken. everything else was just tofu. i was scared to ask what the bacon was made of. i was definately wierded out. so i got chili free. without "meat". it was pretty tasty. their shakes were definately scoffable too. it tasted like someone had just half frozen a shaklee shakeshake. pretty darned nasty. so i gave it to maverick and he ate it right along with his.

then we went to a store (it was either that or go to a movie and not many ppl wanted to)so we stocked up on junk food. i got fruity mentos, junior mints, and a 2-liter bottle of dr. pepper. for me. i managed to drink it in about 3 days. kinda pathetic, i know. but it was good while it lasted. so because it was new year's eve, we tried to stay up until midnight. we only made it to 11, 'cause that's when the family guy marathon ended. it was cool though, because steph and i had our own room. that meant that we could stay up as late as we wanted. but of course, we had to pick that night to be tired. figures.

we left the next day for san fran. we spent the day in china town, buying fortune cookies and (in my case)purses and chopsticks. Cayman got a huge knife that shouldn't even be legal. he spent the next day testing it on (full) water bottles and a cardboard box. when he wasn't doing that, he would leave it on the floor in the family room or den or kitchen, and go off to do whatever else he does. now do ya see why it should be illegal for a kid to have that big of a knife? oyness. about half an hour after we got home, though, we left again to go see gramma who had recently been sent to the hospital because of a couple little heart attacks. we saw her for a few minutes and left again after that. seriously. an hour and a half of driving, and ten minutes to see her..but oh well. it was cool.

wednesday night gramma went into bypass surgery. of course, we went to see her. i went, armed with dvd player, many dvds, and my new chinatown purse that was loaded with notebook, pencils, candy canes and cellphone. i was set. it turned out that i actually needed all of it. by the time we got there, it was grandpa, dad and carol, mom, aunt sharon, and chantal, sierra, phoebe and trevor. kevin came a little later. we spent the five hours that gramma was in surgery watching pride and prejudice and mash. of course, startling the nurses with our large numbers was a lot of fun too. sierra and i watched the door for a while looking for cute guys...i spotted one, but he got away before i could point him out. we moved to a smaller waiting room a little later, because we were also scaring away other people who probably would've liked a seat. the second one was a bit more convienient, mostly because the plug in for my dvd player was slightly closer to the chairs. it's always a good thing. we finally left at 11:30 with sierra in tow. we watched another movie when we got home, and finally went to bed at 3ish, sometime after soemone called to tell us that grandma had gone back into surgery because of some sort of complications. we spent the day being bored. that night we stayed up until 2:30 watching movies and exclaiming about how adorable/gorgeous/hunky/cute david arquette was. he really is. we woke up with no power because of 70 mph winds. wonderful. we got so bored that we even played a game of monopoly. that is, we played until chantal got bored and layed down on the bored. that pretty much ended it. when we went to the hospital that day, we just went home with mom, in the hopes that she might have power. no such luck, but she did have hot water, a gas stove, and a huge supply of kerosene lamps and top ramen. yay. we partayed. kinda.

anyway, that's all i'm gonna type for now. 'cause i'm tired of writing. and i should probably get ready for meeting. ttfn

It is official

I am a spoiled brat. And proud of it. We had a ton of fun yesterday night. We started opening presents at 9ish, which was way late in my opinion, and dad and Carol decided that we each had to open our presents one kid at a time. It took so incredibly long, because for every present, we had to read off the name of who it was from, then unwrap it, and all that, and most of the kids had to examine each toy thoroughly before moving onto the next one. It didn't help any that dad kept encouraging them to do that. It really didn't help that they made me go last. Grr. But anyway, I did get a DVD player, and 5 DVDs and a CD case to hold them, and two CD's (Rascal Flatts and Colbie Callait) and a case for my DVD player. It turned out that it came with one, so dad offered to take it back so I could get more DVDs. I think I shall. And now I'm done posting, 'cause I don't feel like writing anymore. So tata

Did you know...

That it is actually humanly possible to eat ice cream with chop sticks? I just found that out tonight. So, starting from the beginning...

This morning, I woke up at quarter to five, because some idiot sister forgot to mention that she had left her alarm clock on. Gah. So, I turned it off after a few tries, and went back to sleep until 8. It was wonderful. I woke up and pretty much every bird within an acre of the house was just as happy for Winter Break as I am. They were chirping all over the place. So I got up. And bummed around for the whole day. And now I have a headache from all the TV. Not smart, I know, but I had to celebrate somehow.

Finally, dad and Carol both managed to get home at the same time, so we went to this new buffet in some town on some road. It was pretty good, but I wasn't all that hungry, so Cayman and I had sword fights with our chop sticks. It was a ton of fun, but I'm surprised that dad and/or Carol didn't stop us, 'cause the main point of the game was to try and make the other person show some verbal sign of pain. I'm pretty sure that I won. Then, I went and got a bowl of that soft serve ice cream that practically every buffet has and decided that I wanted to try and eat it with my chop sticks. I was successfull, I am proud to say. I got brain freeze after a minute though, and it just added to my headache, so I gave up after a minute.

The ride home was definately interesting...Steph and I had had the bucket seats on the way there, so Dakota and Maverick got them on the way back. That meant that it was me, Steph, and Cayman in the back seat, and since he was the smallest, he got to sit in the middle. We spent the whole ride torturing him. It was so much fun. We were all cracking up the whole time.

And now, we're about to go open presents. Yay. I'll have to update a little later. I'm pretty sure i'm getting a portable DVD player...which i completely did not expect. I kinda figured it out for sure when I questioned dad about it...he's horrid at trying to lead people off in a different direction. He kept saying that the good ones cost upwards of $250...funny. I've seen them from $50 to $80. But anyway, we shall have to see. Ttfn

And again,

I post. That's odd. I just posted yesterday. Oh well. I never said I was a perfect procrastinator. I'll just have to work on it, I suppose. Anyway, we had our final chorale rehearsal today. I think that Baggot was getting pre-concert jitters or something, because he was kinda getting a little bit ticked at us. Well, I can't really truthfully say us, because it was just the guys that he yelled at. :D He ended up making four of them stand in the middle of the semi-circle so that we could all laugh at them. I doubt that was actually his intent, but it still worked out that way, and the rest of us had no problem with it. That was also 6th period, though, so I'm pretty sure that he was kinda sick of us by then. Wait, again, I didn't mean us, just the guys. :P

Backtracking about four hours, in first period, we discovered yet again that we don't really know all the words to one of our songs. We still, don't, actually. It's definately not good, you know? I have a feeling that it's not going be pretty when we get to that specific part. The rest of our songs are ok, though, except for the lo how a rose ere blooming. I absolutely detest that song. It'll be interesting to see how the bells turn out, and to see if we accidentally cut off when we shouldn't, as seems to happen rather often. Hmmm.

so lately,

Nothing much has happened. That lack of excitement can be atributed to why I haven't written in so long. let's see...the 29th to the 9th. 10 days or something, right? Oh well.

School's actually been fun lately. Or as fun as school can get, anyway. We've got our Christmas Concert next Tuesday and Thursday, so last Thursday and Friday, we've had chorale rehearsals. Thursday, it was during first period...which is my normal choir period, so there was no conflicts there involving getting out of class for it. It was a lot of fun. We were all crowded into the choir room which is probably not meant to hold more than say 60 people comfortably, but we had at least 150. So, we sweltered. And then, Baggot told us all to sit down. Yeah right. Joyful.

Friday, the rehearsal was planned for 7th period...all good by me, 'cause i didn't feel like going to Bio. But first period, we all went to the D.B.Theater and started lugging around insanely heavy bits of risers (I think that there were about 80, and each of them weigehed a ton) in an attempt to set up the stage for a couple more rehearsals and finally, our performance. By the time we were done (yes, we did it all in an hour)we were pretty sure that we rocked. An all 9th and 10th grade girls' choir had just set up the stage without help from mens' chorus or anything. yay us! So we left.

I went to English. I really didn't want to go that day, because the whole class except for me and Katie and a few other people were going to go on a field trip to see some play that I really didn't want to go to. Of course, they weren't planning to go until about a quarter after nine, so all of my teacher's classes got to hang out in the room, talking and all that. I actually had a bit of fun doing that...I got to test out my new camera on Katie and Kali and their friends. I've got some great ones. Then everyone left, and we watched the first 20 minutes of To Kill a Mockingbird. That was the low part of the day. Or one of them, at least.

Then math...one of the most boring classes ever. But, when I got there, I remembered that we had a quiz planned for that day, so I asked the teacher if I could go to the choir room when I finished it. He said yes because I was "a perfect candidate" because I "always get everything done". I beg to differ, but oh well. I still haven't done last week's homework. :P So I went back to the choir room, and helped the TA's finish setting up the risers. Actually, it was really just me and another chick from Chamber who set them up. The other two just sat and ate their cup 'o noodles. Then the bell rang.

Then French. The other low point of the day. I got my most recent test back and found out that I got a B on it. I was kinda bummed, because when I saw the mistakes I made, I realized that they were really stupid mistakes. Grr. On to lunch...

It seems that no matter how soon I get to the lunch place (which takes me a lot longer now, thanks to the construction on the cafeteria and the fact that they moved all the food to the wrestling gym.) they are always out of cookies, unless I go before 4th lunch on my way to french. Why do they do this to us!!!! The world may never know. Grr.

Then P.E. We played basketball instead of volleyball for some reason. No one in our class was very happy about it, because we all stink at playing it. of course, the TA's loved it. from time to time, they would join up with our team and start playig for us. Whenever they did, though, they would just pass it over our heads to the other TAs so much that we would never get the ball, so we just stood around and talked. Of course, that got us in trouble, because it's supposed to be PE. Ahh who cares. Thankfully that period ended soon.

Then I ran up to Bio, informed my teacher that I was there, and walked back to DB Theater with some other chick from Bel Canto. We had a lot of fun singing for another hour. Half of the Women's choir people were gone for fittings of their new dresses. They definately look a lot better than the old cranberry dresses that they used to have. Now, Bel Canto is the only choir left with completely outdated dresses. I think that ours have been around since Baggot Sr! They actually used to be the Concert choir dresses, but no longer. Now we are the ones who get to look like plums. Isn't it wonderful? Anway, we sang through all of our green folder pieces, and all the alto's realized that they hadn't learned their parts very well on the halleluja chorus. We actually had to stop singing for a few seconds to figure out what we were supposed to be singing. Of course, when we got that figured out and jumped back in, we jumped in wrong, and came in about a second behind the sopranos. Oy. it's confusing business. We all had a good laugh about it though.

And that was the end of my Friday. Saturday, we left dad's at 11 and went to Ross before meeting mom and Kirstyn to go to Aunt Alice's 90th b-day partay. I got a couple of absolutely adorable jeanskirts. The party was ok...there was almost no one my age there after uncle mel left with most of his kids. Kirstyn, me and steph went home around 4:30 after trying unsuccessfully to find something that we could help with. I leftfor my babysitting job at the Muir's about an hour later. It was one of the tamest jobs i've ever had there. I just read books to the kids for an hour and a half, and then we played legos in Kelly's room until he decided that he wanted to go to bed...at quarter after 7. It was wonderful. So I settled down with my book and read until twenty to 10. I only stopped then because My book ended. I had brought a movie in case that happened, but I figured that it would take me at least 20 minutes to figure out how to set up their TV, so I just sat on the couch and waited for them. They were actually home on time, which was very nice...I was definately ready to get home. So, Mrs. Muir took me home after finding a scone recipie for mr. muir to make while she was gone. I got home around 10:15 and went to bed at 11. And that's Saturday.

today is still Sunday, so there's not much to say about it, except that I had to miss the potluck after meeting because I felt sick, and mom didn't want me to get everyone else sick. I just hope that I get better before my concert. eek. I could barely sing in mtg, so I don't know what's going to happen.

stupidstupidstupid

I was gonna post this last night...but I got fed up with the computer and gave up for the time being. I am re-pursuing it in the hopes that someone will actually read it and make it worthwhile. so help me out here people...

I didn't sleep very well last night, which may very well have everything to do what happened this morning. I didn't get to sleep until lateish, and i kept waking up for the oddest reasons. Actually, there was no reason at all for my waking up. I just did, about once every hour from midnight to three or so. Each time I would wake up enough to figure out what time it was, which is difficult when you don't have a digital clock. Grr. I woke up again after getting a bit more sleep, and I glanced at my clock...actually, i studied it for a few minutes before I realized that it said quarter after. I couldn't figure out why my alarm clock hadn't gone off, but i didn't think about it too long, cause i had to get ready for school. Normally, it doesn't take too long to do, but we were fresh out of milk for cereal, so I had to make muffins. I scurried. The muffins got out just in time for me to grab a couple to eat as I walked to the bus stop. I went to tell mom that I was leaving, and then...I realized that I had not realized exactly what quarter after it was. I did not actually have to leave at 6, just like I didn't have to get up at quarter after five. GAHHHHHH! So,I was tired all day. More than normal, anyway.

More news, I finally know a few people on my new bus. One of them is in my math class...he's cool. I don't know him very well, but whatever works. Another is a girl that I met after I sat in one of her friend's seats. That was entertaining. I had just sat in a random seat, and this guy comes along and says, "Some random person is sitting in my seat!" So I just kinda smiled, and said, "That's too bad."So he went off looking for another seat, and another guy came along and said pretty much the same thing...I think that they normally sit together in the seat I had claimed. So they spent a few minutes trying out different seats, deciding that they didn't want to sit on one side of the bus, and one seat wasn't wide enough...etc. I finally relented and gave them back their seat and sat in front of another girl who had been watching the whole thing and kinda laughing. she invited me to sit with her, so i did, and we spent the whole ride making fun of a guy up in the front of the bus who apparently hadn't undergone puberty. And he didn't realize it apparently, since he was shouting a ton. some people will never learn. the girl (i have no idea what her name is...can't you tell how close we are?)apparently got a headache from a combination of that and some guy that apparently smelled like weed. I have a cold, so i couldn't really smell anything at all. I was considered lucky.

And that's my news folks....ttfn

CAPINCS

I got to go with capincs (a puppet show group that teaches kids about stranger danger and red light green light touches and all that) to do a puppet show at a local preschool. on the way over, lynne, the director of the whole thing, was telling us that the more we moved the puppets, the more we would get the attention of the kids, because they are easily distracted by movement. no kidding. the minute we walked into the door, almost every eye was on us. the kids were in another room putting away their toys but a few of them (all girls for some reason) came to watch us set up the stage and all. when we were all done setting up and everyone came in, the three of us sat behind the stage, (very uncomfortably, i might add. it's not easy to fit three people that closely together.) and listened to the beginning parts of it. lynne was asking the kids questions that got some hilarious answers, like
"who can tell me what a stranger is?"
"a bear!"
"well, i suppose a bear would be a stranger if you didn't know him..."
we were all lauging histerically behnd the curtain. it was kinda hard though, because we weren't allowed to make any noise. hmm. i'm pretty sure that none of the questions got answered right. sometimes, a kid, when called on by the color of his shirt or something, would go into a long story about how he had gotten his shirt when he went shopping with his grandma and he saw a doggy that was taller than he was...etc, etc. it was insanely funny. we managed to make it through the show, with a few cramped shoulders from holding our arms in one position for so long with nothing to lean it against. i think we did ok.

btw, we are officially moved in now. i just have to unpack a ton. i stayed up until 11 last night working on it. that may actually be why i was really tired today. hmmm.....

The amusement of a pair of crutches

I was just sitting there eating a piece of pie when Cayman walked in on crutches. No reason for them, of course, but the cruthes were present nonetheless. So, I chuckled and went back to eating my pie. And then, for some reason, which is still unknown to me, I made the suggestion that he turn them upside down and step on th handles, turning them into stilts. He, of course loved the idea. Carol, not so much. After his first attempt (during which he nearly took out the dog) she left, claiming that she didn't want to experience the death of her child. I don't really blame her, actually. From then on, I couldn't get another piece of my pie down without half-choking to death, because I was laughing so hard at Cayman's insane stunts. Most of his feats just involved actually getting onto the crutches, but some of the others included faceplants, balancing acts, and more near-takeouts of various dogs and siblings. It was an entertaining evening.

Thanksgiving Part 2

Ya, not much happened since the last time I posted. I ate a bunch of pumpkin pie, all the kids went out to the garage to watch TV, and Vanessa ran into something that made her cry for 10 or 15 minutes. I had been listening to her crying for a while, and then decided that I was tired of watching TV, so I went out to the kitchen for (what else) more pie. Big Ruben was out there holding Vanessa and trying to get her quiet. When she saw me, she slid off her dad's lap and came over to me wanting up. No objections on my part. So, I picked her up, and she decided that she wanted some of my pie. It was fine with Ruben, so I gave her a little at a time until she didn't want any more. Then she just leaned her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. I sat on the couch with her in my lap for an hour and a half. Ya, I like Vanessa, but I'm pretty sure that I prefer her conscious. She finally woke up at around 7:45 and then she was off like a rocket again.Wonderful. Now, everyone's out in the garage again, watching TV. And playing with our new puppy. Oh ya, I forgot to mention that. Uncle Don just gave us one of his newest puppies from Japan. It's an Achida and it's soooooo cute. She's about the size of Katie right now, so they've been playing for a while. We haven't decided what to name her yet, but I'm kinda rooting for Mika. It works really well for her. But, dad and Carol are gonna name her because they don't want the hassle of having a vote with an even number of kids. I don't blame them. But I really hope that they name her Mika. *crosses fingers*

Thanksgiving

Today's Thanksgiving. Betcha didn't know that. But I did. So there. We had Julie and Ruben, along with Marlissa, Alicia, Vanessa, and baby Ruben over, plus the boys' grandma, and our Uncle Don with his three newest puppies. No one really got here until 1:45 or so, and we had been expecting them at around 1. The last person showed at around 3 or so, so that pretty much designated our eating time. So, we pretty much just got done with food. The whole meal was quite an escapade.

Starting at the beginning...My fun started when the Cruizes showed up. I now had two babies (Baby Ruben and Vanessa) to play with. And then came Stephanie. So, I got to hold Ruben, at least while Steph went and played with Vanessa. It was fun playing with Ruben, but I kinda wished that I had gotten to play with a kid that had a bit more of a personality. But, it didn't really work out that way, so..oh well. I thought that I had gotten luck when Uncle Don came with his three newest puppies. Two had come from Japan just a couple days ago. That caught everyone's attention, so I thought that I would have more time to spend with Vanessa. No such luck. She wanted to see the doggies even more that the other kids. Grr. So I played with Ruben a little more. I got rid of him eventually (I think he was needing a nap or something) so I went and played the piano. (I really need to find someone who can sing the songs while I play them. I found out that I can't multi-task to that extreme)And then "lunch" was served. The reason for the " things is that we didn't actually eat until close to 3:30. That hardly qualifies as lunch. Lupper, maybe, or sunch, but not lunch.

So we all sat down. Or that's what was supposed to happen. Most of the kids got their food, then went and sat down. Soon after that, though, they were called to "come give Grammy a glass of that sparkling cider" or "do you think that you could get me a plate of food, sweetie?" and so on and so on. Finally, we all got settled: The girls at the table, the adults in the living room, and the boys in the garage (?). About 5 minutes after we had gotten our food, Maverick came back in, set his glass on the counter next to the bottle of cider, then promptly upturned the bottle into his glass. The rest of us, needless to say, thought that that was completely unnecessary, and that he was being a cow (ok, maybe that last part was just me, but still!). We made the appropriate exclamations of horror (that also may have just been me, but i'm pretty sure that I had support of my actions)then went back to our food as soon as he went back to the garage. Another 5 minutes later, he showed up again. This time, though, he asked his mom if he could have some more. I thought she was going to say no, considering the amount he had already had, the amounts the rest of us had already not had, and the amount of cider left. (out of the six bottles we had started out with, we had half of one left)But, no, she let him, as long as he had a glass of water first. With a smug grin on his face, he walked over to the sink, filled his glass with water, and glugged it in just a few seconds. Oh. My. Word. He then repeated his earlier performance, nearly emptying the bottle, but this time he left about an inch in the bottom. "See? I didn't take all of it!" He was therefore banned from drinking any more of it, which didn't do much good, considering it was gone. We told dad that, and he went over to the fridge and brought out another bottle. And found another one in the pantry from last Christmas. I don't think that I'll be drinking any of the old stuff, but still, it was neat to know that we had it. Then, we all decided that we were full, and we left. After drinking none of our hard-earned cider. We can be fickle sometimes, I suppose. Then the boys came in from the garage, laughing their heads off. Apparently, nature had called the puppies in the extreme while they were out there. Great. So, Uncle Don said to take them for a walk. So they went. I made it up the driveway and then decided that I didn't want to go after the people who had gone up ahead. Too much exercise. Eew. And now I have to go and experience the rest of my holiday, since it's only a quarter after 4.

Busy day

I didn't go to school today. I was gonna go to the last two periods, but I decided that I didn't really need to and there was more important stuff to get done. Since 7 o'clock this morning, I have accomplished a ton more than I ever would've at school where the only work we do involves a pencil and paper, or in the case of math class, a handheld game of cards or something. I have:
-made a batch of muffins
-packed at least six 4x2.5x2.5 boxes and completely cleaned out both upstairs rooms and closets (which were the biggest time consumers)
-finished off a footlong sub from Quizno's. (call me a pig, i don't care. it was good beyond words. I just won't mention that our manly help wasn't able to finish off his sandwich, and it was the same size as mine)
-folded half of the entire population of the underwear that reside in this house
-and still managed trips to the computer and piano. I am wonderwoman. You know it, you just don't want to admit it. :P

I also managed to get pictures of the whole process. It's kinda cool to look at. Our room is now completely bare except for furniture and the occasional piece of trash on the floor. So is the other room. It's really odd, cause we've lived in this house for 13 years or so, and it has never been this empty. hmm. i'll have to post the pictures on myspace soon.

On a different subject, it turns out that I have a dentist appointment. not orthodontist, dentist. the people that i despise more than any other being on the face of the earth. It turns out that before I can get a consultation with Dr. Valentine (the guy who's doing my tooth implant)he has to get a reccommendation from Dr. Paye, my normal dentist, and in order to get that recommendation, I have to have an appointment with him before my appointment with Dr. V, which is next monday. Joyous. So, now, i have an appointment tomorrow at 9:30. *sigh* i hate the dentist. let's just saw off my teeth right now, huh? it'll save me a lot of pain in the future from stupid people who think it's fun to make a living by messing with the chewing tools in one's mouth. I really don't understand who would find that interesting enough to go to school for it for years on end and then open a business. Eew. :P

Poor poor stephy-poo

She has made this day very blogworthy. At a price.

Today was Stephanie's going away party at CP. So, last night, we stayed up until 10:30 and made a grand total of 94 cookies for it. Actually, it would've been 103, but i kinda sorta charred one batch beyond repair. I'm not sure how you would repair cookies in the first place, but that's pretty much off the topic. So, I got her cookies all made after kicking her out of the kitchen a few times (she said she felt guilty, so to heal her consiece, i told her that she could do my dishes. it worked out just spiffily for both of us). But, the lateish night meant that i was super tired this morning and slept through most of my alarm. Mom woke me up with 5 minutes to spare. Oh well. I had gotten ready in a minute and a half before. no biggy.

Choir was a ton of fun, loaded with manual labor. Baggot needed about 20 ppl to move the entire set of risers and sound walls in the theater. It was really fun. only about 13 of us actually volunteered, but that almost made it more fun. We got to lug heavy stuff all over the place. we are now officially way cooler than the guys' choir, cause they (the big buff man-chicks)didn't do all that stuff...we did!! heck ya. that took almost half the period, so we went back to the choir room, and just to waste the rest of the time, Baggot explained the whole concert nite proceedings to the newbies. All that time, he wa munching on a cookie that i had given him earlier. it looked like he was thoroughly enjoying it. Cookie points!!

the rest of the day went pretty much as planned. planned meaning perfectly predictable. French was funny(mostly cause we got to watch Finding Nemo in French. It was great, cause the ppl doing the voices had to talk really fast to keep up with the actions.)bio was interesting, of course. I discovered that i really need to start studying before my tests. funny how that works.

After school i went down to drop a butt-load of stuff off at my locker, and i saw mom at the top of the stairs. i called her once, but then i got a bunch of odd looks, cause there was no way she could hear me from there. She turned around a couple seconds later, and i gestured that i was gonna go put some stuff away, then i met her in the car a couple minutes later. Katherine was in there too. It saved me the trouble of going to c if she wanted a ride. apparently she did. Then i found out that we were gonna stop by Union Hill for Steph to meet her teachers. So,Katherine and I walked to our new house, which is right by it, and i showed her around. Then we went back to the car, talking and making fun of the "high and mighty" eighth graders. some of which were either really nerdy, or really preppy. it was much fun.

We finally headed for home. we never actually made it there though, until about half an hour ago. on our road, mom realized that she needed to get some packing boxes. so we went back into town for them, but they didn't fit into the car. not wanting it to be a wasted trip, we went to the library, then to KFC. Mom didn't want to go through the long line in the drive thru, so we went in, and sat down at one of those funky high tables. Steph went and messed around with the jukebox for a bit, and played a few songs. When we were done with our food, i went and played a couple songs, too. When "I Believe" came on, i told mom that we couldn't leave until the song was done, and she said we could stay as long as I would dance. We left. As we were walking out the door, I grabbed Stephanie's Happy Hat off her head and stuck it on my head. It didn't really work though, cause her head is way smaller than mine, so it just kinda sat on my head. She didn't think it was very funny, though, cause we had been doing that in the resteraunt too. So, she started running at me for the hat, so i threw it in mom's general direction. It landed in the parking lot. for a second Steph pretty much spun around in circles, wondering if she wanted to kill me first or save her hat from distruction by car. (it had landed right in a parking spot)after making everyone dizzy, she ran for the hat. seeing my opprotunity, i ran for the car, but i wasn't quick enough, though. she managed to kick me twice, once solidly in the butt. ouchywawa. it hurt. Then we went home. and that's my day.

ttfn
kara

My new favorite story

The last few minutes of Bio today, Weav told us this great story. The entire class was in hysterics.

Weav didn't do life science until a few years ago, and the first day of school on the first year that he was supposed to be teaching this new kind, he was standing at the door, greeting each kid as he or she passed him to go into the classroom. There was this kid who was apparently having a really bad day, so when Weav went through his welcom script with him ("Hey, my name is Mr. Weaver. What's yours?")the kid just said, "F*** You!!" So, for the rest of the day, whenever Weav talked to him, he called him F You. This, of course, annoyed the kid to no end, so at the end of class, he went up to Weav and said "My name isn't F You!" "Well, then, why don't we just start over. Hi, my name is Mr. Weaver. What's yours?" "Chuck."So he went home, and everyone had a good day. Sorta.

The next day Chuck came into class, and decided that to pay Weav back for the previous day, he would just sit in his seat and sulk, and just all around fail the course. That was fine by Weav, just as long as he didn't make too much noise. But Chuck had an annoying habit of messing with Weav's paper clips, just to, once again, annoy him. So one day, Chuck was sulking as normal, and messing around with paper clips while Weav was writing something on the board. Then, there was a bzzzzzzzzzzzt, and Weav turned around for a second. Chuck was sitting on his butt in the middle of the floor. It had apparently been where he had landed after falling off his chair: a side effect of sticking a paper clip into an electric socket, and electrocuting himself. Then he stood up, looked at Weav, and said, all gangsta like "What? Huh? What?"

By the time he was done telling the story, the whole class what laughing hystaricly, but then the bell rang, and we went home. yay.

the end

but ya, that's my new favorite story. about one of the dumbest kids to ever enter Weaver's class. Joyous.

Let this be a lesson to you

It simply does not do to have a household of lack of men for years on end. The discussions that come of it can be rather odd. Especially when an older sister admits to owning the ball of string currently sitting on top of the dryer. (It may be prudent to mention that that ball of string was actually several pairs of under-garments, but I have been warned by the owner of the afore said that, should I say too much on the subject, I may very well die) No more will be said, but Shawna, if you're reading this, you need to call me. I have a hilarious story for ya.

Allyson and Kirstyn got here last night lateish, and since I had no one online to talk to, I just went to be by about 10, missing them by a good 2 or 3 hours. But I saw them this morning, and this afternoon a lot. We went to IHOP for breakfast, and as happened the last time we went there with a visiting sister, it took us until ten just to get out the door. Surprisingly, there was very little squabling overwho got the front seat this time. We got to the resteraunt, and it was kinda full, but not too bad. We decided that we could al squeeze into one booth (there were 5 of us) to save the time of waiting for a slightly larger table. It didn't do much good in the long run, however, because it took our food so long to get to us, but it was entertaining nonetheless. After a bit of switching up, we finally got everyone fit into a place on each bench, and no one had to sit with have of their hind parts half-way off the bench. It was definately a plus. Our food finally got there, and we ate, and then Kirstyn's cell phone rang. It was her current "love interest". And this one, none of us had met before. We jumped on the opporotunity, and mom answered the phone. She talked, then started to hand it over to Kirk, but I intercepted, and talked, and handed it off to Steph, and she talked, and then it finally made it back to Kirstyn. (We have made a study out of the fact that most of the guys she does out with tend to break up with her not long after they meet us. The ones that can last more than 2 weeks are considered worthy)Our conversation wasn't enough to prove anything, so she hung up and we left a little later. K, skipping on to the more important stuff.

Actually, there's just one more point of interest. Kirstyn made banana bread. With chocolate chips. So, as soon as I dound out that it was done, I cute a huge slice out of the middle. I have to thank Allyson for the idea, because she had done that to one of Kirstyn's other loaves of bread a couple days before. Needless to say, mom shouted "Kara Sue!" and I knew that she had found out. Kirk found out a couple seconds later after I had finished laughing. It wasa great. Well, that was just a few minutes ago,so I have no further news.
Toodle Pip!
Kara

Super Stalker Stalks Again!

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!mom won't let me scream out loud anymore, so I have to do it in print. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!there we go. I think I got it all our of my system. This stupid blogger thingy just deleted one of the longest blogs I have ever written. Or maybe it was the internet, but either way, oy, I'm angry. Grr. I am Kara. Hear me roar. And scream in exceedingly high pitched tones. So, starting aaaaaaaaallllllllll over again, this time slightly more agitated, so the story may get cut a little shorter.

In reference to the title, yes, the Stupid Stalker stalked once again. actually, it was more like thrice again, but that just makes it more complicated. It all started in PE, but i'm starting with third period, cause it was one of the better parts of my day. Not to mention it's just better this way, cause chronological order is pretty darned spiffy.

So, third period. Math. Geometry. Previously known to all Kara-kind as the most boring class on campus. Until today, that is. It started out pretty boring, I sat down, and was given a worksheet on the Trig-ish stuff we learned at the beginning of the year. I had it done in 10 minutes, so I waited for the teacher to come around asking if I had any questions. Just one...after he had checked me homework and expressed his amasement that "you really DO get it" he gave me a note so that I could go to the library and work on homework there for the rest of the period. Which was half an hour. Pretty darned spiffy. And for this feat, I give credit to my older sisters for planting the idea of legally ditching classes into my head. Thank 'ee mooch.

PE finally rolled around after several periods full of non-consequential things. We got to play volleyball again today. So, I waited around for Kendra to finish changing (she's kinda slow,I found out)and together, we walked to the Ali gym. As we got closer to the doors, I saw Him...the terror of many of the girls in my English class. Cole Whats-is-face. The legendary stalker. If he's trying to earn himself a reputation, it's sure working, just not in the way that he probably hoped it would.Anyway, he was walking along J wing with a camera in his hand, probably just out to take pics for yearbook or a photography class. But, either way, I didn't wanna talk to him (do I ever?), so I walked faster, but i didn't manage to reach shelter before he caught up with me. A couple monosyllabic answers to a bunch of stupid questions and statements later, I walked into the gym, with a very much laughing Kendra next to me. Grr.

PE was fun though, except for the part where I forgot my sweatshirt in the gym. That meant that i had to go back for it later. I didn't think too much about it, because I figured that he would be gone by then. No such luck. This time, he followed me even further, only stopping once we reached the entry way before the gym. I went through the last set of doors, and when he didn't follow, i figured I was safe for the rest of the day. unbeknownst to me, he stood waiting for me outside the door i had gone through. i glimpsed him right before i went out that particular door, and dodged out the door that was furthest away from him. that didn't work all too well, either. He caught up with me, and this time, asked me where I was headed. my mind flashed back to the last time I had told him where one of my classes was. He stood right next to the door in the mornings, waiting for me for at least two weeks. not wanting a repeat of that fiasco, I just told him that I was going to S wing, left it at that, and pretty much ran.

Bio was fun...it turned into a more pleasant version of PE. we had to run stairs for a lab. joyous. Before I got on the bus, i had to run down to my locker to drop off a bunch of stuff that I really didn't wanna take with me, as I had to walk home. It wasn't much out of the way, so I just took the stairs up instead of the ramp, figuring that I was home free. I think that someone decided that I was going to be really unlucky today, though. He was there...waiting, once again, at the top of the stairs. There was no avoiding him this time since he had already seen me, but I moved to the other side of the staircase to at least try to make it obvious that I didn't want another run in with him. It didn't work. But this time, I made it past with a raise of the eyebrows, and a "fine". then I ran to my escape vehicle and made a fast getaway. not really, but i did run up the bus steps so fast that bill didn't have a chance to ask for my ID. That was fortunate, cause i didn't have it on me. I still don't, actually. I should do something about that. hmm.

So I got home, and did my duty as the resident pig of the household and finished off the ice cream. it was marvelous. i had a can of pop too. nummy. and i've been on the computer ever since, writing and re-writing this blog. grr. i hate blogger now. dumbdumbdumb. that's my day in a rather largish nutshell. now, i'm gonna stay up and wait for kirstyn, who probably hasn't even left yet. sooo...who wants to stay up until lateish and talk to me until she gets here? hmm? you know you wanna...
Kara

Me and my fickleness

Well, today was kinda ok. We had lessons, which weren’t all that bad, but I still didn’t want to go to them. Afterwards, we went out for supper…it had to be something fast-foodish. We actually all wanted Mexican, odd enough, but I wanted to be fickle. I wanted Taco Bell, and dad and Steph wanted Jimboy’s. So, we compromised, and did both. And then I got fickle again. My Taco Bell orders get complicated most of the time, and this time was no exception. A year or two ago, Shawna introduced me to her creation. A cheesy rice and bean burrito, minus the salsa, add chicken. But I would like to say that I have officially created a better burrito, believe it or not. It’s the same thing as hers, but I went one better. I grilled it. It was the best burrito I had ever had. I’m pretty sure that they should add it onto their menu as another kind of grilled stuffed burrito. It would rock. So, I ate it…savoring ever bite of grilled chickeny cheesiness until it was all gone.

We had gone through the Jimboy’s drive through before that, however, and Dad and Steph both got their food. As dad was grabbing his water from the lady at the window, he dropped it, and he seemed to have positioned it just right, or wrong as the case may be, so it landed right between his legs on the seat and popped. I definitely guffawed. I was still cracking up as the lady (definitely mortified) handed dad a towel, and got him a new water. Sadly, he didn’t drop that one. It would’ve made my day even better, even though it didn’t need it much.

So, now we’re home…and working on laundry, and watching TV, and all that. It turns out that we’re going home to Mom’s after school tomorrow, so we have to get all of our Sunday stuff done tonight. Seeing as we didn’t get home until 6:40, I don’t think that much of it is actually gonna get done. But who’s complaining? Wait, let me rephrase that: what kid is complaining?

"Is this a good visual aid?"

It is seeming to me that most of the exciting points of my day come from bio. As is the case today as well. We were going over the digestive track, and all of it's oddities. Even though this is a class of mainly fourteen to 16 year olds, none of the guys seem to have outgrown their amusement at little objects with funny names. Oy. So, this has become a challenge for my teacher (and other ones in the building as well) to come up with creative things to get the kids to listen. So, Weaver was trying to tell us about these villi or whatever they were. They apparently line the inside of the small intestine and they are what take the nutrients out of the food that passes through. So, he takes a random kid, one sitting at the front of the row that he's always picking on, and says, "so, say I took Hunter here and sliced out his innards with a machete and they were just all laying there on the floor. Then I take one of his small intestines and cut it so that you could see into it, like the end of a straw" He then proceeded to draw this up on the board, but everyone was too engrossed in his "story" that they didn't pay much attention to the actual drawing. So he went back to the narration. "Then, as Hunter is just sitting there, slowly dieing, he watches me as I take that little section of gut and slice it down the side, so that it lays open like a carpet..."he drew that too. again, not much attention to that "and you can see all of these little villi in there." I was pretty much grossed out at this point, but every guy in the class was laughing, including Hunter, who was still very much alive. But then to top it all off, Weaver asked, "Is this a good visual aid?" Oh my word. Chopping head off and shoving someplace where it will never have to listen to one of these "lectures" again.

Just one question, though, did Weav ever do this kind of stuff to you when you had him, Kirk? Or is it one of those adaptation things? Either way, I think that it has something to do with my headache and the slightly sick feeling that I have.

Kara

All my titles are kinda repetitive. I just realized that. lol.

so i didn't really name this one at all. So there. Today was the first day of un-daylight saving. yay. but of course, it always takes me about a week to get used to it (which is the grounds of my theory that we should turn turn the whle fall back and spring forward things into two weeklong breaks so that the students can get used to the time change for school)So, I woke up at 7ish, which, as you know, is normally 8, which is the time i normally get up on sunday's. So I got to hang around for two and a half hours before I had to get ready for mtg. So, I did jus that. I hung around being bored and eating garlicy chips that, i'm pretty sure turned my breath into something horrid that no one should have to experience. It was preety foul.

Mtg went off without a hitch, cause, since we set our clocks back an hour instead of forward, no one was late to or anything. Hmm...nothing exciting there.

Then we came home for lunch. Pot roast, mashed 'taters, dump salad (yay) and corn. It had just gotten done when someone called and said that they wanted to look at the house. Thus started the hectic scramble to beat some sort of record. We got all nine rooms cleaned in a half hour, give or take. about an hour later, we (and by we, i mean i)had just about given up on them coming. So, we all decided that we could just eat, cause our food was getting cold. So, after a bit of a scuffle to get food, we sat down at the table with our food. Five minutes later, two cars pulled into the drive way. We just decided to ignore them, and g about our "dainty" eating. It didnt' really work out all that well, because we kept laughing about something or another, so our mouths were open most of the time food was in them. So much for that. Mom told us later that they could hear us the entire time, even when they were outside talking. Kinda funny. After they left the house, however, Shawna made some sort of remark of which i cannot remember the words of, and, inorder to get back at her for it, i dipped my fingers in water and sprayed her with it. She looked at me,then looked at her cup (which was empty), then looked at my cup, (which was very full) and reached for the latter. of course, fearing for the well-being of my dress, I pulled it away from her, slightly tipping it in mom's direction. Not the wisest thing to do, cause it spilled all down her sleeve and skirt. Then, seeing as the cup was in my hand with water sloshing down the sides, I put it to more good use and directed it back in Shawna's general dierection. My aim was true. I soaked 'er. Then she directed my own hand back toward my own lap, and I ended up with two ice cubes and a ton of water in my lap, seeing as my dress didn't seem to absorb water. for that I was very grateful. I only had to stand up and I was dry. At this point, Steph was laughing so hard that she could barely breathe, and was just emmitting a squeal ever minute or two. I tried, rather unsuccessfully to shut her up by dumping the remainder of my water on her. Actally, i really threw it at her, so it landed just at her neckline and made it's way down. That didn't quiet her any, but it changed her noise making from laughter to squealing. not much of an improvement.

Round 3:30, all of our company arrived, which included various relatives (the ums kids, and grandparents)and the flecks. soon after, we went to see our house, why, i can't imagine, accept maybe to show it off or something. Then, me, shawna, brandon, and joe went to go pick up pizza, but we had about 20 minutes to kill before it was done, so we went to Safeway for drinks. It much amused Shawna and I when we got out of the car, and the guys just followed. Pretty darned obedient if you ask me. Of course, they were talking about cars and rims the entire time, but i guess you can't hope for intelligence too. So, we got to the drink isle, and walked along looking for what we wanted. Then we spotted a case of Dr. Pepper, and since the guys were still behind us, I said "We need one of those." so Joe picked one up and we continued on out way. Same with a case of orange soda and a bottle of cherry pepsi. It was prety spiffy. Then we got up to the checkout counter, and the lady asked us if we wanted any help with our stuff. "no thanx, we've got them." yay. then they followed us out of the store, to the car, into the pizza place, and back out, with joe holding the pizza, of course. It much amused me.
that's all for now, folks.
kara

Well

I think that I mentioned this last night, but Shawna is now officially here, and she proved it to me this morning. I was sleeping peacefully, round about nine o'clock. I have been dozing since 6, when I had woken up for some reason. But nine o'clock rolls around, and shawna decided to pay me back for what Stephanie had done earlier in the morning. (Steph had had the nerve to wake shawna up)So, she crept into my room, right up next to my bed, and pounced, landing right beside me, and scaring the bejeebers out of me. For some reason, I didn't scream, which was odd, but i don't think that I could open my eyes any wider than i did right then if I tried. So, of course, Shawna cracked up, and then we sat on my bed for a while, and then we got up.

We hung around downstairs for a while before I let the dog in, but when I did, he went crazy all over again, as he apparently had last night. So, he went crazy this morning again too. Apparently, he just wanted someone to pet him, but no one wanted to.

Round about 10, we finally left for breakfast at IHOP. It was really good.I got this big belgian waffle, but i didnt' manage to eat more that half of it. Even though it wasreally really good. After we got out of the resteraunt, Stephanie tried to take shotgun from me, but I had already called it, so we spent a few minutes struggling over the front door (which was still locked at this point). But then Shawna got a brilliant idea, and by brilliant, I mean something that I shoulda-woulda-coulda come up with first. She had mom unlock the driver's side door, then got in, and scooted over to the seat that was being fought for at that very moment. But we couldn't do anything about it, since the door we were at was still locked. Mom finally unlocked it, so I pulled myself in, and after a few tries, managed to sit on Shawna and close the door behind me. Steph had also weasled her way onto the seat, so it appeared that our dilemma was solved: We would all share the seat. Mom didn't think that it was such a good idea. We drove off with all three of us sitting in a backseat that wasn't made to fit more that two and a half people, and wouldn't you know it, I got stuck in the middle. It wasn't all that bad once we turned on the Trace Adkins. I stuck my feet up between the two front seats, and we started singing along, if you can call it that. The second song proved to be the oddest. During a guitar solo, Shawna and Steph started singing the next part of the song, which absolutely drove me nuts, so when the actual song started up again, I started singing the actual words. It was extremely hard to make myself heard, so I started half shouting, half singing it, and by the time I stopped to take a breath, we were all laughing so hard that we couldn't start up again. So, we calmed down, started over the song, and did it all over again.

Then we pulled into a gas station. Shawna looked over at Steph and I, and said, "You have money, right? Lets go get an energy drink!" So we scrambled out of the car, but mom yelled after us that she "absolutely forbid it!!" It turned out that she was serious, so we might go to town again later and get one. I have to go now, cause Steph and Shawna wanna watch Baby Geniuses, which, I might add, is one of the funniest movies ever created.

that's all folks!!
Kara

A very odd biology period...

It all started when Weaver started the notes on digestion. And, of course, every term has to be more scientific than what we use in our every day use. We don't cut things, we cleave them. We don't call a mouth a mouth, it's our oral cavity. And so on and so forth. Today, we learned a new word for chewing: masticating. Now think of the word that sounds suspiciously like that, and you will get what every kid in the class thought of every time that word was said. Of course, Weaver had fun with it, and started cracking jokes every chance he got...and then (dundundun) Mr. Ramerez walks in. As soon as he hears about the whole masticating process, he joins in with Weaver, and sits down at one of the lab tables next to a student and says, "So when you get home tonight, and you're sitting at the table eating like this," here he demonstrated eating with all the interest of a teenager in a room full of old people, picking at his invisible food, "and your parents ask you what's wrong, so you say, 'mom, dad, i have a confession. I'm a masticator." The whole room cracked up. It was hilarious, in a disturbing sort of way. Especially when he kept going. "It's such a bad habit. I do it all day long, every day. I've been masticating ever since I can remember." and so on and so forth. Thus, passed the oddest bio period i have ever encountered.

Now, I sit before the 'puter, with a bag of butter lovers popcorn on my lap and candy wrappers gathered around me, and I can very well tell you that by the time Shawna gets home, I'm not going to feel very good at all. You see, it's her that I'm waiting for. Steph and I took turns talking to her on the phone for a while, because she was so bored. So, I told her that the next time she comes down, she needs to bring someone with her so that she isn't so bored and doesn't have to call us. So, now I'm bored, and I'm pretty much done writing, so I'm gonna watch Zoolander until something more exciting happens. And I doubt it will. So tata.

Kara
*Magma!!*

Tuesday Night Mtg

It's odd, but we had Tuesday night mtg tonight. I think it's because of halloween tomorrow, but anyway, there were nine ppl there, which meant that the mtg only lasted half an hour. It never ceases to amaze me, that even with that small amount of people, we manage to talk after meeting for at least another fifteen minutes. It never fails. It was odd this time, though. it was just random conversation. first, kieth mentioned that he had barely been able to see my head when i came through the door. sure, i was wearing heels, but they barely qualify as elevators, which is what they were referred to as. They were one of my smaller sets of heels. only about an inch and a half or two. not bad at all. and definately not elevators. maybe mini stilts if you wanna exaggerate, but still...

then we somehow got onto the topid of us moving, and the dates that we were going to move. (this was after we spent 5 minutes talking about how tall various members of our family were in comparison to me and steph and mom)then bobby offered to lend us his trailer, and help out with the moving process, so that we wouldn't have to hire movers, but when we told him the date, he replied that he was having surgery on his arm the moday before that, but we were still welcome to his trailor if we wanted it, and if he could help, he would. (at least it was something along those lines. i don't remember exactly)then keith said "ya, he can still do a lot of pointing with that other arm of his." so everyone laughed, and bobert said, "it would still be cheaper than hiring people to do it. you give kieth some money, and me some money, then rent a truck, and it's about $40 less than hiring some movers" and mom said, "well, you would only get paid half, cause you only have one arm to work with." more laughing. we talked more...and more...and more...and somewhere in there, Kieth called Bob Pauncho, and Bob called Kieth Kimosabe. It was much funny to see two men, both over 50, calling names. and they were good names, too. don't be surprised if you hear me using them sometime in the near future. along with wouldjacouldjaawcomeonyousaidyouwouldjadon'tchuwannahuh? that is one of the coolest things i've ever heard. anyway, ttfn

kara

An interesting evening

It was an interesting evening, that night in late October. (you'll notice that my last blog, or at least one of the recent ones was in fairy tale form. this is my attempt at a corny mystery)A single mom and her two children left the park and drive at meadow vista, and turned their car down the freeway in the eastern direction. They arrived at Applebee's not long after, but in that amount of time, they had a discussion as to whether or not to eat first, and then go grocery shopping, or vice versa. Of course, they chose the obvious choice, and went to feed their ravenous mouths. They arrived at the resteraunt at precicely 7:17 and 21 seconds. They were seated at a super-spiffy tall table with prime TV viewing access. The tall ravishing red-head sat directly across from the main TV, with her slightly shorter and blonder sister sitting to her immediate left, and her mother across from her. For the first 10 minutes of their stay, there was random conversation around the table, mostly consisting of the older sister telling the other inhabitants of the table what to get, so that she could eat some of their food and have some of everything that she wanted. It was all for naught, however, because the little sister would not share much of her orange chicken bowl without hawking some mashed potatoes from the other, and the mother ordered something involving shrimp. That particular dish was immediately excluded as edible be the eldest daughter.

Although each only ordered water, you may have thought that they had each had more than their fair share of alcohol for the night. As the mother tried to teach her daughter how to say wouldja-couldja-aw-come-on-you-said-you-wouldja-don'tju-wanna-huh? It took the not very bright recipient of instructions a very long time to learn how. eventually the mother resorted to speaking slower than a cross between a turtle and a snail would move. A while after that, the daughter managed to catch hold of it. (I'm told that the first few minutes of the ride back home were full of the girl repeating that phrase until it became very annoying to the other two family members, but you didn't hear it from me)Soon, enough, it was almost time to leave, but first the mother had to tell her daughters a story about what had happened early on in the week. her parents and older brother had stopped by to spend the night thursday nite. With them, they brought a pie from the local resteraunt. It seems that this pie was a very good one, especially to the brother, who scarfed a piece down after a very big meal that evening. The next morning, as the mother was getting ready to leave, they all came out to say their last goodbye's, and to have breakfast. The brother, had gotten out a bowl of cereal (bran, of the rasin variety)and had poured the milk into it, when he decided that he wanted a piece of pie on top of it. Literally. The next thing the mother saw was the big piece of pie, mashed down into the cereal, creating some sort of pukey purple mess that not many ppl would be forced to eat. But he, did, and when asked how it tasted, he replied "Well, it's not as good as you might think..."As the mother told this story, tears were coming to her eyes, and i could not tell if it was from pity, or from the difficulty of talking while she was laughing as hard as she was. Either way, both of the children were laughing as hard as i had ever seen anyone before.

They left moments later, Which made that the end of my report. Just one more thing, The turkey bacon cibatta sandwich is one of the best there.

Second post of the day...

Ugh.Eating supper tonight was one of the worst experiences ever. Cayman decided that he wanted his carrots chopped up, so he chopped them. For 5 minutes. Lots of loud banging can soon drive someone crazy, as it did me. By the time he was done, he had not only chopped the carrots to mush, but the potatoes, meat, and the broth which he had filled so full of soggy crackers that it was almost solid on it's own. Talk about disgusting. Then he went about proving exactly how solid it really was, scraping it into piles in his bowl, making "slides" and mountains, and all that. The details are too gruesome to repeat, so I will leave you knowing that it's for the best. What I witnessed tonight was something that no one should have had to see. One last word...EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!

That's all I have to say 'bout thaaat.

Billy the Brat

Once upon a time, Billy the Brat was born to parents that didn't love him enough. So, he decided that when he grew up, he wouldn't have any kids, he would just drive a bus so that he could torment other kids by being the crabbiest bus driver that lived. So he did just that. Fifteen years into his career, he got assigned the number 27 bus at the local high school. On that bus rode many boys and girls, some of which being Kara, Katherine, Laura, Sarah, and many other girls, along with a lot of smack-talking boys who will remain nameless. So, Smack boys were talking in back of the bus, yet again, as always. Then their topic switched to the two girls sitting in front of us. Very audibly, too. So, the girls in question got really really ticked, and started throwing it right back, literally, Because later, the guys started throwing stuff at them (the girls had started ignoring them and the guys were tired of being ignored)and the girls just chucked it right back. That wasn't so great, because it hit one of the guy's gilrfriends, and she got ticked too. So, when the girlfriend got off, she slammed her backpack into the head of the girl who threw the pen. So the thrower of the pen kicked the shover of the backpack square in the buttocks. Talk about glares. So, about half the people involved in all of the above got written up. That made us twenty minutes late to our stop. Then when we finally did get there, and Billy decided that the rebel children needed some seats assgined to them. None of the rebel children agreed, but we didn't have any choice in the matter, so seats were assigned. That took another really long time, but i'm not sure how long it was. I just know that i was mucho ready to get off of that bus. So we did, a long while later. Then, I went home. But Billy the Brat was never vanquished. That shall have to happen another day.

The End

Grr. Stupid stupid stupid

Since I had to skip school yesterday, I missed a lab. So, I got up way early this morning, just so that I could get to school early and make up the lab. I realized about five minutes before we got to school that i still had to do the first part of the lab, before i could do the normal lab. so i worked on it for the rest of the car ride, and about ten minutes when i got to school. Then I went to my science classroom, and asked him if I could make it up. "No." grrrrrrrr. I was rather ticked. A lot, actually.

Choir was boring, and by boring, I mean the same as it always is. So was English. In math, I found out that our teacher had switched our seats when I was gone, and he had forgotten to assign me a seat. The only ones left were the ones on the very far side of the room. In the back. Where he never looks. Yay. So now I can work on anything I want and he won't know. Fantastique!

French:Boring
Lunch:I got a stale bagel. Grodey
P.E.:We had to do the survival swim today. I was the first one in my group to do it. yay for me.
Bio:Nothing much happened. Oy. A pretty boring day over all.

you think i would learn...

...that it works a lot better to actually write a blog more than once a week, so that i don't have to write all of these super long ones. But we both know that's never gonna happen. I've been pretty busy lately, if you wanna call it that. So after I got home from Oregon Thursday (which, may i add was the dumbest ride ever. It was boring beyond all belief.)I went home...and played the computer, and slept. Thus, the rest of my week played out. We went to Special Mtg sunday, and as predicted, there were no kids my age besides some of the kids in Brandon's posse. So I got to hang around awkwardly. But I ended up hanging out with a girl that i met at convention a couple years ago. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, though, because we spent the second meeting talking instead of taking notes. Oopsy-daisies.

Monday...School, with a minor downside. We had a sub for choir, and linda wasn't there, so we had social hour. it wasn't all that fun, 'cause i had been looking forward to doing something fun, and i hadn't been able to. I haven't heard any more about whether or not i'm playing the piano duet with linda on white christmas, so i'm kinda guessing it's not gonna happen. Well, that's one less piece that i have to work on.

Tuesday, school again. This time we did have choir, and we sang songs, like choirs do. We also heard a piece that Chanticlare (i have no idea how to spell that) did. it was really cool. The soprano parts were crazy high, especially when we found out that the whole group that was singing was guys. oy. talk about creepy. later, Baggot said, "Don't worry, none of them had been castrated." We all cracked up.

Wednesday (that's today) i ended up ditching school to go to my great-uncle's funeral. it was boring. i don't get the point of funerals. But seeing as I had to go whether or not it made sense, i made the best of it, and smiled and nodded whenever i was introduced to another relative that i wasn't aware i was related to. So, i guess that's all now.

kara

...And my happy mood gets rubbed off on...

...Anyone that reads this. But only if moods can be rubbed off on them easily. It's a pretty small thing that's got me happy, which is odd, cause just this morning, i wasn't in a great mood cause Shawna decided that she didn't wanna drive a bunch to see me. I've been telling her that she should, but anyway...

My good mood actually started last night because of Special Mtg tomorrow. Of course, it was dented a little when that little birdy Shawna ran into my windshield of happiness.(i'm not sure if that made sense to you, but it did to me, so live with it. maybe you'll figure it out tonight, really late, after you've spent hours awake with it on your mind. If you figured it out immediately, well, congrats, you just ruined my day all over again)It's just that there are not many kids my age around here. Grr. There go another couple hundred bugs hitting my windshield...and a rock. Great. Bird guts, remnants a la buggies, and a crack to top it all off. GAH! I'm putting myself in a bad mood again. It's all shawna's fault.

Then, today, we were going to go out to breakfast and look at rentals since we have to move over Thanksgiving break. We ended up going to supper and looking at a couple houses on the way there, and a couple on the way back. The first house we looked at was pretty nice. I was all for it. But we went and looked at (or should i say looked FOR) a couple other houses, and then went to supper at a new resteraunt in town. It was in the same building that Lyon's used to be in, but it's a sports bar and all that junk. So we walk in, and the first two things i noticed were that the busboys were at least 2 years younger than me, and the ground was completely covered in peanut shells. EEEEWWW!!! I was grossed out. Mom and Steph had no problem with it, but seriously, u never know who has had those in their mouths, and they get stuck to the bottom of your shoes and...just...EEEWWW!!! The actual food wasn't that great either. So we got out of there, and decided to go look at (again, more like looked FOR) a couple more houses. The last one was one just down the road from Union Hill, which in my noble opinion is one of the preppiest schools around (that may just be because their volleyball team beat ours on my birthday last year. I was majorly ticked). We waited for the owner to show up, and then took a tour. It turns out that we may actually get that house, which is great for many reasons, some of which being:

1)I wouldn't have to leave until about 6:45 to catch the bus, instead of 6
2)Steph could get herself to school if she had to (she's probably going to Union Hill, so my view of it will probably have to change =P)
3)I would probably get my own room
4)We would get to keep Buddy

So that's why I'm happy, ladies and germs. Well, tata for now

Kara

heyheyhey!

i'm getting the idea that i should've posted a while ago, but oh well. i was up in oregon, visiting my dear notrab cousins. it was a great trip. we got to gramma's house sat night round about 11:30. we stayed up talking until 12ish, then "went to bed"...kinda. you see, we still had to figure out a plan of action to get up to oregon. so we stayed up with allyson for half an hour to figure it all out. by the time we went to bed, we had decided to try to leave by 5ish, so that we could make gosple mtg up in stayton. so we went to bed.

it took me almost a full hour to get to sleep. then, just as i had dozed off at 1:30, a chair started squeaking...i sat up and saw a sleepwalking chantal, but i didn't know that she was sleepwalking, so i told her another idea i had had while i was trying to get to sleep. this idea, though, allowed us to go to bend andget to gosple mtg there, so that we could see shawna. but we decided to just go back to sleep. when 5 rolled around, i was the only one that was still going by the origional plan. we apparently had to call chantal's mom, and inform her of our change of plans, but we couldn't do that until 7 unless we wanted to get skinned. so mtg plans pretty much went out the window. we ended up leaving at 9:30 (that was after breakfast at carls jr.)

the first few hours were pretty boring. i got an energy drink at one of the stops so that i could stay awake on my whole 2 hours of sleep. after about 4 or 5 hours of me being crammed in the back, i decided that it was brandon's turn for the back...so we switched. during the last hour of our trip, we listened to hey juliette 20 or 30 times. it was great. and i got 8 trucks to honk at us in 10 minutes. that was pretty great too. the rest of the week was actually pretty boring. except for brandon's and my expedition to find a safeway.

we had decided that there wasn't anything in the house that was real easy to make, and our cousins were all off at school, so we set off in search of this mystical super-store in the clouds. actually it was just down the street, but you wouldn't have known it. actually, maybe you would have, but we didn't...at all. we got out to the end of the road, and finally decided to turn right. therein lies our mistake. had we thought to go left the second time we tried it, we may not have ended up on the opposite side of town! so the first time, we just got distracted at a doughnut shop, and headed back, but the second time, we wandered halfway out of the state beforewe saw a little deli. so we got some food there, and gave up our quest all together.

i guess that's really all the funish stuff we did. the rest was pretty boring. especially my drive back down. erg. anyway, ttfn

kara

it's 5 thirty bloody six in the morning...

oy! this is driving me crazy. i should probably start from the beginning, cause to just say that i'm running on 4 hours of sleep, and that we were supposed to leave about 40 minutes ago, but we have to wait for the parental control tower's ok, when that parental control tower isn't actually manned until about 7, would just confunse you, right? thought so.

so remember the last time i went to gramma's? probably not, cause i don't think that i posted about it. but while we were there, i heard about chantal and brandon's expedition back up to oregon with a tiny little car let here by our crippled cousin a while ago. of course, i wanted to be a part of the action, so i asked if i could go. everything seemed to work out perfectly in my favor. but mom still wasn't too ken on me going. somehow, i managed to become part of the crew. it was pretty spiffyish.

so last night, we had a big deali-bop at dad's house, during which every kid in the house got bored (and there were 12) until we managed toget dad to let us watcha movie. so we watched forrest gump until 9:30, and then left. we had to stop by brandon's house for him to get some clothes and it was there that i found out that brandon is a "compulsive nervous packer". and he's a girl. i had to borrow one of carol's suitcases, the ones that have a hard time making it onto a plane, and his is pretty much way bigger than mine. oy. so we got out of there at 10:30. gah. then we stopped at a gas station, where Chantal finally discovered that you have to pay before the gas pump will start. she stood there just clicking the thingy until brandon and i came back from getting our energy drinks, and brandon helped her. we were on our way after that. finally. we listened to Spirit on the way down, but brandon didn't like not being in charge of the stereo, so he turned on his cellphone and started playig ringers full blast...and singing with them. oy. we got to gramma's house around 11 or 11:30. then we stayed up until 12:30 talking (one of the things talked about was chantal's now famous quote, "he who stands on toilet is high on pot". it was one of the funniest things said...ever. it helped that it was really late i suppose...) and trying to figure out our plans for travel today.we never really got anything figured out, because:

1)brandon forgot his mtg clothes

2)the complications of an unmanned parental control tower (we had to call aunt sharon to clarify any plans we made, but it was midnight thirty, and she would've gotten ticked if we called her that late...or early)

3)we all wanted to go to bend, and we (or maybe it was just me)were trying to fit that into our plans.

4)we couldn't decide whether to get a nice early start, or wait until after morning meeting, because of obstacle #2

anyway, we decided that we would wake up this morning at 5, and drive 10 hours to get to gosple mtg in stayton. that plan got shot down...after we woke up this morning. this was an added annoyance for me, because it had taken me 2 hours out of the 4 that we had to get to sleep, and so veryone was telling me to just go back to sleep. not gonna happen people! so now, it is 5:56 in the morning, and i'm sitting here writing a blog about unmanned control towers, and trip plans that should've been made ages ago. grr.

so we're all gonna get up (and by we, i mean that i'm gonna wake up the other two) at around 7, and call aunt sharon to see what we should do. (i'm still rooting for bend, if anyone cares. if we went there, we would get to stay at shawna's appartment for a while and take a break from driving, then go to meeting before we drove two more hours. that way, we don't have to sit for 10 hours, then go to meeting, and then drive the rest of the way to the barton's place...

...stupid unmanned parental control towers.

another catching up day

another catching up day. i guess i can only blame myself, cause i don't post often enough. hehe. anyway, lets, see. i can't remember when the last time i posted was. so, how about i just talk about today? i like that idea.

well, acutally, i have to start with last night. i realized at seven that i had a book report due today. it was nothing new...i put things off all the time, but not to this extent. i didn't even know which book i was going to do it on. oops. so i just grabbed the most recent book i've read, and started putting together the book box that we had to make. it turned out pretty crappy, but you can't expect much more from a situation like that. i think that i got a pretty decent grade though, considering how half of the others looked.

oh ya...i don't think that i've mentioned that it was raining all day today. it was mucho coolio.so every class that i went to, i went the longest way that i could afford, just so that i could walk in the rain a little bit longer. i got a bunch of wierd looks from everyone else who was trying their best to stay dry. it amused me greatly. and speaking of warm, i got a nuhsc sweatshirt. i luv it. it's kinda waterproof, so it doesn't get wet very easily. it's great.

ummm, i think that's it, except that i'm leaving for oregon on sunday. it's gonna be tons of fun. so, i gotta go pack now.

kara

it's been a while

since i posted a blog. kinda wierd, cause i normally post whenever something relatively interesting happens. and a lot of interesting stuff has happened. but i can't remember half of it.anyway, i'll try to remember some of it.

ummm...i stayed home from school tuesday, cause mom needed help to clean up the house before the agent tour wednesday. i had to go back for 6 and 7th periods, though, cause i couldn't make them up very easily. that was my exciting news for tuesday. fun, huh?

nothing wednesday, i don't think

thursday, after i got off the bus at 3:30, we scurried to our music lesson. we got there, and steph went up to the door, but it was locked. then i remembered that the teacher had told me that she wasn't going to be there until this week. oops. mom had run from marysville as fast as she could, for nothing. that was my exciting news for thursday.

friday, (at least i think it was friday) we got our tests back in geometry, and it turned out that the stupid freshman got one of the highest grades in the class. it rocked my sox. got a 93% and most people got...way lower. so i am no longer the stupid freshman. hence, the exciting news for friday.

saturday, i babysat for the muirs. it was supposed to be from 5:30 ro 11. more like until midnight. so i got to sit for hours with nothing to do except study. speaking of which, i think i aced my bio test today. so i got home and went right to bed.

sunday, i woke up round about 8:30, and played the piano for a while. about 9, we heard a chopper outside, and it was flying really low, so we all went outside, and saw this thing flying in circles around our house. it turned out that the crazy guy down the road had burned down one of his buildings, and he didn't have a phone, so he had to walk to his neighbors' to borrow theirs. if it had happened a week earlier, b4 the rain, it would've spread to the mansaneda, and right on down to our house. not good.

anyway, i think that that is all of the exciting news for the week. even if it isn't, i don't feel like writing anymore.

ttfn
kara

the insanities of an all girls class

Baggot discovered the insanities of teaching a girls choir today. one of the sopranos, who is kinda the class clown you could say, (but not really. she's just really funny)was complaining about being cold, cause it WAS cold. seriously cold. anyway, so she pulled out another pair of pants, and put them on after much struggling. baggot was still in the room off of the choir room, since class hadn't really started yet, so he didn't see any of this. but he came back soon enough, and we started on the warm-ups. about halfway through the "I love pizza, icantbelievehowmanythatiate"'s she decided that she was really hot, so she unzipped the top ones, and started taking them off. of course, all of the sopranos noticed, and then the altos, and then linda, and finally baggot, but i think that he only got tipped off because none of us were really singing anymore, because we were laughing so hard. so he just stopped the warmups for a little bit to look at her. she just kinda smiled, and said, "i got hot!" so baggot said, "i think it's time that you invested in a pair of long underwear". so, she said, "i'm wearing tights, though!" so she pulled up her shirt so that we could see the waistband of them, which was pulled halfway up her stomach. that was when baggot decided that he had discovered the insanities of teaching an all girls choir. hehe

bio i got "stuck" with two really cute guys in my lab group. of course, it seems that the cutest guys are also the dumbest. gah.

homecoming

today is sunday. 11:24 A.M. and i'm bored. but last night was awesome. round 4:30, i went over to emma's to get ready for the dance. i didn't think that we would actually need that much time to get ready, but after we figured out which dress katherine was going to wear, and emma tried to try on my dress, and after emma showed us her dress, we ended up taking an hour just to do emma's hair. oy. that was odd. two curling irons, tons of gel, and at least half a can of hairspray. of course, it still decided to fall out by the end of the dance. it was too bad, cause it was a really cute hairdo. mine took 5 minutes, but it fell out halfway through. i guess that's what u get for dancing. i don't think that we sat out for more than one dance at a time. so ya, it was a lot of fun. chris got to breakdance a ton. turns out he's gonna be one really popular kid after this. everytime he started dancing, people would form a circle around him, and start screaming and yelling, and it was really cool. there was also a kid in a wheelchair that could do some really funky things with his chair. it ended at10, and thankfully we actually mangaged to find dad pretty well. there were 850 kids there, so it was hard to find anyone. on the way out of the parking lot, we found out that dad had a camera in the car, so we started taking pictures. actually, i started taking pictures of the oter two who were in the back seat. got some really odd ones. then, when we got to emma's house, we took a bunch more, but those were really odd. we apparently can't play football in formal wear. hehe. it was tons of fun. i was surprised that we didn't wake up emma's parents. i got home around11, and went straght to bed, cause dad wouldn't let me download the pics from his camera till today. so i actually need to do that, so bye now.

kara

hehehe. mucho funnyo

hehe. it was hilarious. today, i was standing in line with katherine for her to get her ticket to the homecoming prom. along the sidewalk we were on, there was a low wall that a bunch of people sit on to eat lunch. today, there were a bunch of guys sitting close to the end of the line, and as we got into the line, one of them came up to me, and said, "hey. u wanna go to the prom with my friend?" apparently he was talking about a guy sitting on the wall who was looking really embarrassed. so i told him that i wasn't going, and i was just in the ticket line to keep katherine company. he was disappointed, but he didn't quit. with him and katherine both against me (she thought it was a great idea), i finally said that i would call dad if someone could get me a cell phone with reception. so i called, but i didn't have enough reception, so i finished the conversation on my own, and told them that it couldn't happen. they were pretty disappointed. it was really funny. (ya, shawna, u know ur jealous. u didn't get strangers asking u out till u were a senior. hehe. and i have a stalker too. hehe)

then, this afternoon, i was telling dad about it, and eventually it ended up that i got to go, and so i called katherine to work out a ride. we both thought that it was hilarious, and that it would be really funny if we saw him there. it'll be kinda sad, though too. it would be interesting...

a pretty darned good day

it was. really and truly. no jokes.

so today, mom yelled up the stairs at me to tell me that it was time to go. that was not even remotely close to what i wanted to hear. but i dutifully bounded out of bed (which is a lot harder than it sounds, cause it was a double bed, and the stuff i neededwas on the opposite side of the one i was sleeping in. i was actually in the car about a minute and a half later, and that's no exaggeration. with that kind of a start, i wasn't sure if it was a good sign or a bad one. turned out to be good, though i wouldn't know it until 7th period

by the end of first period, i felt crappy, so i told myself that i would call home if i wasn't feeling better at the end of second. i was (phooey). seventh period was pretty cool, although i found out that there are two guys that really hate each other in my class, and i was stuck with both of them in my lab group. it was soooooo annoying. then they decided to be mad at me when i accidentlly bumped the microscope. oy. that class didn't get better until the very end, when we had about 10 minutes left, and mr. weaver suggested that a couple kids have a walk-off. so mason and mark went about it. it was hilarious. the whole class was doubled over laughing. mason won. that was just the beginning of a better day.

on the bus, there were a couple girls who had made up a song about an eskimo. a gay eskimo.
"i'm the only gay eskimo-o-o-o. i'm the only one i kno-o-o-ow! i'm the only gay eskimo, in my tribe." so we got to hear that the whole way home. it was cool. and i told everyone about our walkoff. they were mucho jealous, especially johnny. he wanted to be in it. it much amused me.

anyway, tafn.

kara

first day of swimming

today was the first day of swimming. oh joy. we only swam for 10 minutes though. it was stupid. by the time we got out of there, we had fifteen minutes to shower, and change, which wasn't the easies thing to do with about 30 girls fighting for showers. anyway, i had brought a big bottle of conditioner, cause my hair is a mess when it has chlorine in it, so i got that out, and someone said, "heykara's got conditioner!" so i got to hand out conditioner for a while. thankfully, no one uses as much as i do, so i didn't run out. after that, i went over to see about using the bathroom, but there were only 2 stalls, so i had to wait for a seriously long time before i got to use one. by that time, it was nearly time to go, so i spun my hair around a couple times to get out the worst of the water, and went out by the bleachers to brush my hair. all the guys were already out, and they kinda laughed at all of us running all over the place to get ready for our next class. is it really our problem that it takes us a lot longer to get ready? i don't think so! i pretty much ran to my next class after that, because it was all the way across campus. my legs really hurt when i got there.

bio wasn't all that bad. we went over the test that we did last friday. it turns out that i got an 80%. i was rather bummed. austin (the guy who sits next to me) put me in perspective,cause he was happy with his low "C". that's probably 'cause anything lower and he would've flunked the class. hehe. i'm not sure what i have right now. then we were given a short little assignment to do before the end of class (we had about 10 minutes to do it). apparently a lot of people didn't understand it, but i did, so i just went ot work on it. i was almost done withthe first line when i realized that the guy in front of me was completely turned around and looking at my paper intently, trying to read it upside down. so i lookedup at him, and quirked my eyebrow a bit, and he finally looked up. then he kinda grinned sheepishly, did a little he he he thing, and turned back around. it was hilarious. i chuckled to myself the rest of the period. a lowly frosh had caught a big, bad sophmore trying to cheat! hehe. mucho amusing.

backtracking a bit, in choir, katherine told me about a car wreck that had happened Saturday. some senior and her 22-year-old boyfriend (who was drunk) got in a really bad crash. it killed the girl, and the guy was prettymuch ok. i found out in math that i had actually known the girl who died. it was a huge shock. i hadn't been friends with her, but she had gone to our school, and anyone who goes to Chicago Park is remembered for years after they leave, so i remember her pretty well. it's kinda odd, cause you always hear about these accidents that effect tons of people, but this is the first time i've ever known the person.
anyway, t.a.f.n.
kara

another boring day in the neighborhood (kinda)

yay. we got our dresses today for choir. they're very very purpley. i thought since i'm pretty much the last one in line when it comes to last names (i blame my father) and since the dress sizes are first come, first serve, i figured that i was going to get stuck with a tent, or a hankerchief. nope. i actually got a dress that fit. it made me mucho happy. but then, as i was going to bio, i ran into emma, and told her about it, and she told me that women's chorus was getting all new dresses. how unfair is that? WE should get the new dresses, and give them the old purple ones. hmph. not fair.

by bio time, i had pretty much forgotten about it, and was onto doing a "lab" that wasn't really a lab at all because it was so short. i got paired up with two guys, one of which is that class clown, but he's still really cool. the other was a freshman (i think)and he was neat too. so the first guy, as he was bringing over the rulers for our chart thingies, and said, "I like your hair clip thing." it kinda caught me off guard because i'm not used to people that i don't really know complimenting me on stuff like that, so it took me a while to answer. he thought i thought he was odd, so he added, "Not to be wierd or anything..."that made me laugh. anyway, we got done with the lab first out of all the other groups, so we sat around our lab station talking for 10 minutes before someone needed their seat back, so i left and went to my seat to do homework. then, the bell rang, and i went home. yay.

kara

btw, earlier in the year, i thought that there weren't any cut guys in any of my classes except pretty boy in french, but then i discovered three more. the best part of it is, they're all in one class...my bio class. yay! last period of the day, which means, that by the end of every day, i'll be in a very good mood, from all the guy watching. booyah.

AAAHHHHH!!!!!

well, i'm afraid that all of my hopes of highschool being mucho cooler than junior high are ruined, and it's all thanks to a geeky red head (no, i'm not talking about myself). there's a guy in my english class that i sat in front of for the first 2 or 3 days of school, and we talked a bit, just because we had to do an assignment together. since then, we moved seats, and i haven't had to talk to him again. then, tuesday, our class was going up to the library to check out a book for class, and he started talking to me. at first i only thought that he was talking to me because i was the only one he knew, but he asked me later what my first class was. i didn't think anything of it, so i told him i had choir. the next day, as i came down the stairs from the parking lot to my locker which was right next to the choir door, he was standing there, waiting for someone. apparently, it was me. it was odd though, because when i got to him, he said hi really quickly, and ran off around the corner. i hoped that that would be thew end of it, but the next morning, as i was getting into my locker, i was talking to katherine about it, trying to describe him to her, and i looked off to the side, and he was walking towards us from somewhere else. giving my friends strict orders not to turn around i practically shoved my head into my locker and hoped that he wouldn't see me. he didn't. i lost track of him after that, but i didn't care much, so i went back to describing him, since katherine hadn't seen him. i looked around for someone to compare him with, and directly beside me (facing the opposite way, thankfully) was the stalker. i freaked. he never realized i was there, though, and he left soon enough. but, he also had the habit of waiting for me after english, since he would get out of the door first. then i would have to pretty much run in the other direction to my locker. that day, i managed to get out first, so i made a wonderfully easy escape. that was the end of it for that day. but it got worse. today, i thought that he wasn't there, because the sun was shining in towards me, so i couldn't see very well. anyway, he WAS there, and this time, he followed me a little ways before he realized that i wasn't going to talk to him, but it was long enough for him to figure out where my locker was. i didn't realize it at first, but now i'm in even more trouble. there will be no end of hi pestering me. i should just keep a couple body guards....
Kara

funny fairy tale

The REAL Fairy Godmother
The Scrouge Behind the Saint
By Kara VanDermyden

The minute I heard Cinderella crying, I knew I was in for a long night, or maybe many more than that. Trying to ignore the inevitable, I magically appeared beside her. I don’t actually enjoy this kind of entrance, but I figured that there might be a chance of it brightening her spirits a little bit. (Why should one get so upset over a torn dress and missing a ball?) She continued to sob, apparently oblivious to my presence. On to Plan B: The Consoling Grandmotherly stranger. I patted her head, and let her wipe her nose on my robe (which one of my best ones, that blasted child), and let her confide in me. Of course, I should have known that the object of my identity would have to be made known eventually. People are naturally curious that way. And, since I was bound by Fairy law, I could not lie to her, as she was my godchild.

“I am your fairy godmother.” I told her as graciously as I could, considering the fact that I didn’t want to help her all that much. (She looked like one of those people that could never have enough help.)

“Could you help me?” she begged. I would’ve liked nothing more than to say “No, I won’t help you! Help yourself. I was going to go to a party tonight, but I have to stay here and help you, just because you started bawling your pretty little eyes out!”. But I couldn’t. Heaven knows what the head fairy would’ve done to me then.. So I sent her away for a pumpkin, and started bippity-boppity-boo-ing away. That seemed to cheer her up a great deal. I could tell she was really getting her hopes up about this ball of hers. I got the carriage all ready, and was about to load her up into it, but she stopped me, telling me that she still needed a dress. Phooey. I was hoping that sending her off to a royal ball in rags could be my revenge for missing my party. Never mind that thought. I charmed up a dress for her, then muttered another spell under my breath, the one that would undo everything at midnight. She would get left in rags on the side of the road, and get in trouble with her step-mother. Maybe that would work. Hmmm…

It was not to be so, I found out later. Yes, the clock began to strike midnight before Cinderella realized how late it was, but as she ran down the steps of the palace she lost her shoe. I didn’t think that it would be a problem, because all of her clothes were supposed to disappear, but the Fates were conspiring against me. For some reason, the prince was able to keep this little memento to prove to everyone that he had met the most beautiful girl in the country. What had I done? Instead of breaking this selfish girl’s heart, I had made the prince fall in love with her! But another idea had wormed it’s way into my cunning mind, as soon as I heard of the prince’s search for her. That night I paid a visit to her step-mother.

As soon as I told her about Cinderella’s attending the ball in secret, and spending the whole night with the prince, she was quite willing to cooperate with my plans. It helped, of course, that I promised her daughters a wish apiece if Cinderella ended up miserable. As you can tell, I was resorting to drastic measures.

The next afternoon when the prince and his steward came around for the maidens to try on the shoe, Cinderella was locked up in her room, which was far enough away that her incessant pounding on the door could not be heard by the guests. The step-sisters had both tried on the shoe, and the gentlemen were about to leave when Cinderella (blast it all) came scurrying down the stairs, asking for her turn. She had apparently been helped by those rodent friends of hers. I should never have let them back into their normal selves. At least then, they wouldn’t have been small enough to sneak into and out of a pocket with a key unnoticed. Since it could not be helped, I was forced to stand by, and watch my plans be foiled yet again. But then, a miracle! That clumsy steward tripped, (The step-mother’s cane had been placed conveniently in his path) and the shoe shattered on the floor. The man was apparently disturbed, but there was nothing he could do. At last! Something I had been victorious in. Ruining young peoples’ hope and dreams certainly puts me into a good mood. I had begun to jump around in circles to celebrate my victory, when I heard a suspiciously sweet voice say,

“But sir, I have the other slipper!” You cannot imagine my despair. I should’ve know that if one slipper had survived then the other probably would’ve as well. A gloom settled in over my head (literally, for I had the power to make it rain as I wished) as I watched her receive the slipper. She was, of course, whisked off to join her beloved prince in matrimony, forever to live happily in a palace where she would never have to clean again.

‘Tis the end of this story. It may not be as inspiring as the one that your parents fed you as a child, but I told you already, they lived happily ever after (that isn’t my fault.). Now what happened to me, you might ask? (Don’t worry, I know none of you even thought about asking, but I want to be included anyway) I lived a very long, drawn out life, as those of immortal beings often are, and I spent it in the best way I knew how: messing in the lives of other young women, and trying to make the worst of them. What do you think happened with Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, and all the rest? What’s that you say? They all turned out well? Well, yes, I know that. I never said that my track record was perfect…

The End