So yay me...

I actually got dressed today on a slightly better than normal (normal being MY normal) time schedule. About four hours after I got up. But I didn't actually get up until 10...so anyway, i am showered and dressed, I smell good (yay for old spice :D), AND I got the fridge cleaned out. (Nasty, btw...icyc) I figure I've done my share of productive stuff today. No one should be allowed to order me to do anything else. Just watch that theory get shot down as soon as mom walks back through the door and sees me on the computer though.

Well, I'll enjoy it as long as I can.

Dilemma of the Dishes

Tonight played host to a great escapade. It was the dilemma of the dishes. We had pizza. Nobody picked up their dishes afterwards, so finally, mom put her foot down. Except not, 'cause she was already sitting down. Anyway, she demanded that we each put our dishes away. So she pointed at a random plate and told Steph to take it to the kitchen. Which she did, even though I'm pretty sure it was mine. (I'm certainly not complaining.) She grabbed the next plate and shoved it at me to take to the kitchen. After a moment of inspection, I declared it to be Steph's. (Who else leaves all the cheese and peperoni in a pile on the plate after the actual pizza is gone?) So mom called her over to take care of it, and sent me after the last plate, which was sitting on the couch with a pop can, presumably mine. I took them and walked to the kitchen, before i realized that those also weren't mine. So I went back to the living room, dropped them on the couch, and laid the blame for that particular set on mom. I sat down on the couch, she cracked up. Then asked me where my dishes were.

In the den....

As of today,

I am hereby, forthwith, and withwith in the middle of a passionate dispute with my family. The topic of discussion is actually sitting right here on the desk, not knowing why exactly it has been put in the middle of this dispute. It is a friend to all, helping people through hot days and, most of all, PE. Why then, is it being so unkindly treated with this segregation of scent? It cannot help that it's predecessors were all for men.

It is time we all reached out and embraced the awesomeness that is Old Spice deoderant.

Is it so wrong that women of the female persuasion might choose to wear this new kind of deoderant that was in yesteryear considered only to be a man's aftershave? Since it has made the adjustment from aftershave to deoderant, why can't it make one last adjustment to become a women's deoderant? Hmm? And while I'm still on the topic of aftershave, it has been proven time and time again that women shave also! Especially as they get older. Then they often times have to shave chins as well. So why not embrace the aftershave as well, huh?

Yeah. I win.

So maybe it has been just a little while...

Yeah, I admit, it's been a while since the last time I posted. Almost two months. And sad enough, I actually had to check to see what the date was. It amuses me that my brain turns off that quickly after school ends. So, starting back last April...(and only hitting the major highlights)


Well, we had choir tryouts. I don't know if I ever got that far. Don't think I did anyway. So I made it into Concert Choir. Yay me. So did Katherine. Yay her. And half the other girls in my choir. Yay them. Enough detail...next subject.

As a side effect of getting into Concert choir, I also might get to go on the Europe trip this next year (which I might add, is to Ireland. How incredibly awesome is that?)So I just have to come up with $3500 by next March, and I'm all set. Gah.But it's still gonna be an amazing trip. If I ever come up with the funds. That will require a summer job, which I will have to work at around summer school, if I actually have to go. It's all complicated. Next....

Going to Montana next Monday. Pretty common knowledge. Next...

School's out! Yes, I mentioned it before, but it bears repeating. Next...

Running out of things to talk about. Next...

I officially have 690 views on my myspace page. Pretty sweet. But kinda lame at the same time, since I've had this thing since 8th grade. Next...

Started another story. But you don't care. Next...

I officially qualify as one of Colonel Sander's victims. Or a lobster. I've got a sunburn all over the place. And there are some pretty funky burn lines goin' all over the place. Next...

Anyway, I guess that's it. If I think of anything else, I'll tell ya.

K Ciao.

Soo....

It's been a while, no? Ya, I would have to agree. So, since I now have nine and a half minutes left of my lunch break, I will see how much I can write in that amount of time. Make that nine minutes. Ok, going now....

So Spring Break was pretty much awesome. I went to the Barton's Thursday night after school and we stayed up until about 2...or something like that. Anyway, we were really tired the next morning. But we had to get up kinda earlyish to go clean this lady's house for her. I smelled like ammonia for a couple days after that. While we were there, we decided that having a tea party for all the young girls in the field would be a fun thing to do. So we started planning it for Tuesday. Eventually it got changed to Thursday, and our guest list dwindled (not so slowly) from 17 to 8 or 9. It was a bit of a bummer, lemme tell you. We went to Splash on Tuesday instead of the origional party. It was a ton of fun.

And due to a brain fart/writer's block combination, the bell is about to ring, and this is as far as I got. So, ciao for now!

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!