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