Sophmore testing week

This week is sophmore testing week. All that means is that it's only freshmen, juniors, and seniors in all the classes. Kinda cool, lemme tell you, 'cause all my classes (except for the all frosh ones) are normally sophmore classes. And that means that there are virtually no kids in most of my classes. Which also means thatthe teachers can't really teach anything. Which means, I can get out of classes. So I'm sitting up in the library, right next to the 'puter lab, onthe only empty puter left, and i'm being seriously amused by these two guys who are in the computer lab who keep lifting the blinds. And looking at me. And smiling. It's kinda funny. And they're pretty cute. So no complaints on my part.

Yesterday in math, sophmores were testing (duh) and since not many people knew everyone elses ages and everything, there was a group of people that were trying to figure out everyone's grade level. I was just reading my book, so i wasn't really paying much attention when they said "Well, she's gotta be a junior". And then I realized that they were talking about me. Ha. "Nope." Itwas all pretty funny. And it definately made my day, especially since it happened two other times within an hour. I'm happy. :D

The Adventures of Goolash Salad

Tonight, I somehow got conned into making supper, even though it was Stephanie's night. Mom attributes it to the fact that I was plunking out tunes on the piano while laying down and complaining of boredom. Did you know it's actually possible to play the piano with your feet? It's not easy, but it can be done.

Anyway, after suggesting (and by suggesting, I mean leaving me no other option) that I make supper, mom requested a salad. And I said no. Apparently, the request was also a "suggestion". So as soon as I got the hamburger helper going, I pulled out the lettuce. But, as an attempt to even things out a little bit, I decided to make my new specialty. I call it Goolash Salad. It pretty much contains every single thing that had once been part of some kind of crop and many things that hadn't. It ended up with grapes, carrots, bananas, peas that had been sitting in the can for a while, some grated cheese that turned out to be moldy, bacon bits...you get the picture. There was almost no room left for the lettuce by the time I got done. I just didn't count on her making me eat it. Seriously, grapes and bacon do NOT go together. 'Tis the last time I will ever...I repeat EVER make Goolash Salad.

As an aside, I have a funny story that came to be yesterday after school as the buses were loading up. I'm usually one of the first ones on the bus, 'cause my last class is right next to the parking lot. So I sat down in my normal seat, and soon enough, a guy that I had talked to once or twice before got on the bus, and, since there weren't any more completely empty seats, he sat next to me. A couple seconds later, Greg got on the bus. He was one of my normal bus buddies as well. So he looks at the guy who occupied the seat next to me, and said, "You're stealing my friend?" and the other guy (I don't know what his name was) said, "Yeah, well maybe she's my friend now!". I was tickled. It was definately amusing. A senior and a junior bickering over a freshman...I could get used to this. :D

Fat Friday

Well, today was celebratorious, for no other reason than that French people like to get fat. So we celebrated Vendredi Gras (instead of Mardi Gras, which is on Tuesday. We didn't have time last Tuesday to squeze in the "festivities") which included eating of many and much junk foods. Of course, they were French junk foods, so it was all allowed. We pigged out on crepes and watched this show from the 80's called Telefrancais...i think it means something like "learn french". Anyway, it's a little kid show that we all love, for the sole purpose that it's so corny it's hilarious. The main people are two kids named Jacques and some other chick, along with a pinapple, whose favorite line is "Je suis un anana!" which means "I am a pineapple". You would think that you wouldn't be as proud of it as he is, but whatever floats your boat, I guess. We managed to watch about 3 episodes while making and pigging out on crepes. At one point, Anana was talking to someone on the phone, and he said his line (Je suis un anana) and the other guy said "Je parle un anana? Ha! Je suis une banana!" (I'm talking to a pineapple? Ha. I'm a banana!)We all laughed mucho.

By the time the bell rang, we still weren't out of batter for the crepes so Katherine, me, and two other guys whose names escape me stayed for about 10 minutes after class to make some more. The guys kinda just sat off to the side waiting for crepes while Katherine and I squabbled over the crepe maker. Cue cute guy. He was from one of Mme. Clark's Spanish classes, and he was coming in to take a makeup test. He didn't want any crepes, tho. I was insulted. :P But not really. They were pretty good. Especially with jam, whipped cream, and powdered sugar. I should make them at home sometime. They are mucho tasty. And just loaded with butter. That's the best part.

Just another boring Saturday afternoon

The dreary sky is raining drearily on the dreary earth and all it's dreary subjects. That wouldn't normally bug me, but this rain is making the house really cold, and we seem to be out of propane. We've actually been defrosting by a woodstove this week, but today fate decided it would be a delight to make us run out of wood. We're supposed to get mopre today. But it's still not here, so the fire keeps dying further and further. And the house gets colder and colder. As a result, I am still trying to get my hands warm enough to function halfway properly after playing the piano. As is, I have spent just as much time typing actual words as I have used the backspace bar. Grr. And that is why this blog shall remain rather short.

So, this loverly grey day has brought with it (along with typos and freezing hands) the following things:

-One Nathaniel, friend of Cayman, who had to introduce the latter to a game called antbuster that has them on the computer more often than not. It seems to be a rather pointless game, because if they aren't spending all their time staring intently at it, they just leave it running on the computer and come back to check their progress. I do not get these sort of games. Why the heck do they play (or should I say "play") this kind of stuff anyway? Other than it's ability to annoy people by slowing the computer down and playing it's ridiculous song over and over. Which brings me to the next misfortune of my day...
-Two different annoying theme songs, one from the Wii, and one from the anybuster game. While the first involves some sort of dinky donky plinky plonky music that is normally found on some ridiculous kids' show like Blue's Clues or Dora, the other is mainly composed of a very very very repetitive version of the Mexican hat dance. Did I mention that it's playing on two computers?
-Endless watching of TV. I'm pretty sure that all I've done today is watch TV and hope hopelessly for someone to get online.
-Three boys who seem to think it completely necessary to run around the house screaming and shooting each other with nerf guns.
-A kitchen so full of dishes that it's impossible to actually do anything in it that involves setting anything (whether it be a part of one's personal anatomy or not) down on any surface, except perhaps the floor.
-The sad news that allowance isn't coming until next time we're here. Yes, I know there are bigger things to worry about, but seeing as I've already mentioned them all, I figured now would be a slightly appropriate time to mention it. No money until next week. GAH!

That concludes the writing of my boring Saturday. It's too bad it doesn't conclude the actual day itself though. Oh goodness. Whatever will I do with myself?

The Comedian's Nightmare

Hey! How's my favorite audience doing tonight?

*Crickets chirp*

Oh right. I keep forgetting that it's nonexistant. So anyway, on my way home yesterday...no...that's been used to many times...oh i know...Have you heard the one about the duck and the ninja?

*Crickets*

I didn't think so. Well, this duck and his ninja pal walk into a bar, and guess what the duck says...

*Crickets*

"Quack"!

*Crickets go hoarse*

Anyway, that's not what I was planning on writing about, but it did make an interesting opening, didn't it? I'm actually thinking of hiring me to perform at all my blog posts. Anyway, it's been a while since i've written. So, starting back from last weekend when all the fun happened...

Friday: Shawna and I went to the Nelson's to have dinner with everyone who was going on the ski trip. I spent half an hour watching a few girls play the most complicated game of Uno I've ever seen. To this day, I still don't get it. But oh well. The guys downstairs were playing guitar hero. It seems to be an obsession.

Everyone finally got there, and the headcount was up to about 70, parents/chaperones included. We ate, (scrum-diddly-umptious tacos) and then gathered in the living room to go over the next days plans. But first, there had to be an all around introducing of people. Taylor thought this was a swell idea and promptly introduced himself as Cody Burns. The rest of the evening went without much consequence. The guys left soon after, after reciving house assignments, and us girls settled in at Nelsons, randomly staking and claiming our little bits of ground that our sleeping bags would ocupy. Some people went to take showers, but the rest of the time, we all talked, did each other's hair, talked some more, and in Samantha's and my case, played the piano. We crashed around 12:30. Thus ended day one.

Saturday: We immediately regretted staying up that late. On request, I had set my phone's alarm clock for 5:30. It went off, and without realizing it, I turned it off. Ten minutes later, I woke up again, realized what I'd done, and asked who had wanted to get up at that time. I got one mumbled answer, so I replied, "Well, it's 5:45 now." and went back to sleep. We all made it out of bed by about six or six thirty, and after making lunches and breakfast, and dressing in all our layers, we headed out the door at a little bit after seven. At least, our car did. Everyone had agreed on leaving the burgh's house at exactly eight, and we would not be waiting for stragglers, as we did last year. True to their word, everyone left their house at the appointed time, even though we were the only carful of girls that had shown up. We set off...and somehow managed to be the last ones there, even though we were going 80 mph half the time. The people I was riding with all had brought their own rentals, so they spent half an hour putting on boots and figuring out whose skis were whose and finding poles...the like. We finally caught up with everyone else...and realized that we had a bunch more waiting to do, 'cause everyone who hadn't brought stuff with them had to rent, and to get the group rate it had to be done all at once. Oh my bloody goodness.

We finally got our stuff...after about another half an hour...so we got on the slopes by a little after 10. I greatly surprised myself when I didn't fall at all on the way down. Shawna didn't either. Way to go! lol. After three runs down, we decided that we were insanely hot so we went up to the balcony where the chaperones were watching everyones shoes and purses and such, and stripped down to the bare minimum. Tank tops and jackets. We wouldn't have taken the jackets, but our lift tickets were on them. How utterly ridiculous. Gah. So we pretty much sweltered until lunch. When we got back, almost everyone was eating already, so we grabbed our lunches and joined them, after I put my t-shirt. After that, everyone else went back out, but I sat down with my book, 'cause I was pretty worn out.

I read for about an hour, then Shawna and Allyson came back, so I went out with them and Melody to go to the top and go down the long trail. It was then that I realized how much those uberly fast ski lifts freak me out. We made it to the top soon enough, but it was too soon for me. I absolutely hate getting off those things. On the way off the chair, I actually made it most of the way before falling, but wouldn't you know it, I landed on Mel's ski, so she got to pull me down the rest of the way. So I got all sorts of snow up my back, and my hands got all numb because I had decided that I didn't need any gloves. Things like that always come back to bite me in the butt. Without fail. So we headed down. And I only fell once. But that once, I couldn't get up without taking my skis off, so I did, but then I had to find a flat spot to put them back on again. So I walked down the hill a little ways, without realizing that my picture was being taken by Blake, who was apparently the official photographer on the trip. (It was one of the only pictures I was in, can you believe it?) Anyway, I made it down without much further consequence. We went down a few more times, and I didn't fall any more, even getting off the lift. I was in a great mood by the time it was time to go home. We all met back at four, and it was then that I found out that my driver was probably going to stay for another hour or so. So I scrambled around trying to find another ride, even though half the people had already left. I found one with Danny Nelson, but I thought he had to return skis, so I lost track of him, and was told later that he had left. So I ended up going with my origional ride, who decided not to stay after all.

We got back around 6 (an hour after everyone else) and finished up the pizza. It was moy tasty. Then Blake was reigned Shawna's and my hero, because he gave us hot chocolate. It was wonderful. And to top it off (literally) he came around with whipped cream. Of course, when he told me to say when, I kinda *ahem* forgot. It was really funny. We got back to Nelsons pretty late...I think it was around nine, which doesn't sound late, but it was pretty close to five a.m. to us. I decided to head straight for bed, but it wasn't very easy to to do because my bag was unhappily situated in the middle of the living room. I gave up after 20 minutes and went to help eat some of the cookies someone had brought. We stayed up until 11, then hit the sack.

Sunday: We all went to meeting at the Clarks. With 90 people there, it was thought best to hold it in the garage. It was still pretty crowded. It only lasted for an hour and a half though, even with everyone giving their testimony. Lunch was held at the Grand-Nelson's. Some pretty killer enchiladas. I kinda dozed off (thankfully, I wasn't the only one) and was woken up in time to go to gosple meeting. It was insanely huge. Chairs went back to the entrance. And they were all full. The sing after was fun...It lasted until 8, and then we went to In 'n Out, which seems to be a new-found tradition. Fries and shakes were passed all over the place, and we completely filled the restaurant. It was great. I can only imagine what the people behind the counter were thinking when a couple busloads of kids burst through the front doors and started lining up all at once. We had pity on them and left soon enough to go back home.

Monday:I went home, after a couple confusing deal-i-bops.

Tuesday: School

Wednesday: Ditto

Thursday: Stayed home sick with the "flu", if you will.

Friday: Pretty much nothing.

Saturday: We cleaned

Sunday: Meeting, lunch with Uncle Mel, Aunt Dalene, and younger kids

Monday: (that's today)I slept until 9:45. it was wonderful. then I made banana bread. and pulled an allyson, cutting a chunk out of the middle, but this time i did it lengthwise. lol. now no one can have a normal shaped piece out of it. I confess that i am evil sometimes, although not in the usual kidnap-your-girlfriend-and-tie-her-to-the-railroad-tracks way. I go through the back door and ruin your banana bread. haha!

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.