Some days are stupid days

If only for the reason that I myself act stupidly. And today was one of those days. But oddly enough, I was only completely stupid once. But I've been thinking about how stupid of a stupid moment it was.

Anyway, I blame it on the fact that I didn't dress down for P.E. I met up with Joe (the only guy currently enrolled in 6th period Aerobics) as he came out of choir, and we walked to the girl's locker room, where I ran inside to ask Rhoden where we were going that day. (The wrestling gym where we normally go is being taken over by Freshmen for the time being. psh) Turned out, it was in the gym right next to the locker room, so I went out and informed Joe, and we very joyously walked the ten feet to the door (neither of us had been looking forward to going to the Ali Gym much). It was locked, so we stood outside and talked a bit, and then, he had to go and ask for my number. And, wuss that I am, I couldn't even come up with a good excuse NOT to give it to him! (I almost claimed to have forgotten, but again, I'm a wuss. I just can't do that to people. Gah.) So I typed it into his phone and, as is courtesy, gave him my phone to do the same. But I'm kinda thinking he got the wrong idea. So now I feel bad.

Anyway, aside from that, I had a pretty good day. Sat next to Kevin upon his request on the way home. It was a rare occurance...normally I sit with Laura, who happens to be his sis. I kinda blew up at a guy who sat behind us who kept messing with Kevin (he may be a Freshman, but he's MY freshman! lol). I almost called him a pedofile but settled for homo. He's just a creepy dude. And then Kevin asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I realized that I have no idea. I think I might just tell people (at school anyway) to make me cards. I feel bad getting Christmas presents from people I'm not related to.

Anyway, I got home and messed around on the puter for a bit. Showed Laura some really funny Jeff Foxworthy clips. And Achmed. It amazes me how many people haven't heard of him! And now I'm writing this. So I'm gonna head now. But you gotta watch this clip. It's pretty much hysterical.

I'm grumpy.

And I hate being grumpy. It makes me grumpier. And the worst part is, I don't even have a reason to be grumpy. I actually sang that song from the Oklahoma musical called "Oh What a Beautiful Morning" as I walked to the bus stop, even though it was cloudy, and hardly morning, considering the sun hadn't even started coming up.

Anyway, the only things I can think of that could've made me grumpy were

-Loftis and his "teaching"...honestly, lawyers shouldn't be allowed to teach anything.
-Clarissa and her incessant whiny voice asking me over and over again to help her with math problems that I hadn't even gotten to and then complaining when I couldn't. And then coming back for more help.
-Mr. Hoover and his fourth grade teaching methods. And this idiotic book called Into the Wild that I pretty much finished forever ago, but the class is only half-way done, so I'm not allowed to read my own book while they read.
-It was cloudy all day, but it didn't rain, which is always frustrating.
-I had a headache (but I'm pretty sure it was caused by Clarissa's voice. It's shrill. Kinda makes you wanna kill yourself.)

These are things that I encounter most days, but somehow, it made me really grumpy. And I'm having a hard time not being grumpy. And I still have homework to do. That's not helping at all. I kinda sorta want to just stay home tomorrow and sleep, but then I'd get all behind with assignments and I'd have to explain to everyone why I wasn't at school, and of course, sleeping in isn't a very good excuse, so I'd have to fancify it every time someone asked. I just don't have the energy for that.

Anyway, we're headed up to a Halloween get together at the Fleck's tomorrow night. Should be fun. And there will be sugar. (I know this, 'cause we're providing it =])So I'm gonna go finish homework now. And I'm gonna make brownies. Maybe they'll cheer me up.

Yup...just the thought is making me happy already!

Well, I hope mom lets me. I just made a batch the other day...

Geeze. This time it's been Shawna bugging me to blog, which is just stupid. She's in Montana! She pretty much isn't allowed to bug me anymore! Grr. =P

Well, this is the first week back from Fall Break. Half of it was spent at Dads, but Thursday after my cello lesson we went down to the Cruz's for a while. It ended up being until Sunday evening after we got back from Fresno Special Mtg. (my third, btw. That on top of the five conventions I had this year leaves me feelin' pretty angelic =]) It was a lot of fun. Steph had a blast taking care of Baby Ruben (Julie sure enjoyed it too. She's had enough changing diapers to last her a lifetime) and entertaining Vanessa, who's now, very proudly, 3 and a half. Marlissa and I hung out a bit, playing the piano and reading books and making pumkin bread and cleaning the kitchen (only to have it messed up five minutes later by rampaging kids). Saturday was Julie's birthday, so Alicia and Steph made a cake by a recipie that Julie had set out on the counter after saying very pointedly that it was a very good recipie. I personally think that too many years of living with young kids will leave a person without the ability to hint subtly. It's probably best to just say what you mean straight out and not have to worry about whether they understood your inference or not. Of course, that might be a problem either way, but still...

As a side note, I now officially have two Aunt Julie's. The one mentioned above is the second as of last week. For some reason, every time I said her name I would put an "Aunt" before it, automatically thinking of the origional Aunt Julie in Montana. After a day or two of constantly correcting myself, I just decided to call her Aunt. It's just easier. She didn't mind, and technically, she's a step-aunt, so it's all good. =)

So now we're back at school. It's insanely dumb. I have gotten waay too used to sleeping in, so now I keep feeling like I'm way behind. Which is definitely not the case. I go to bed pretty early. Anyway.

Made brownies last night. They were scrumptious. Now they're gone. It's odd how food disappears faster with only three of us at home than it did with five or six. Some part of me wants to say that it's because of Kirstyn following us around as we ate accusing us of adding poundage to our posteriors, but I probably shouldn't. She might come back and start doing it again. =)

Got a new guy in our aerobics class. He just switched in from the seventh period aerobics. Feel kinda bad for him, 'cause he's the only guy in there. Except the TA's. But they spent their time doing backflips onto big squishy foam blocks. Hmm.

I'm officially not going to Ireland. Those of you who have been on MySpace would actually know that. I've decided to save my money for a car and the trip to Ireland that mom wants to take in a couple years to go over for convention. I figured it would be a little wiser to stay home.

Anyway, I'm off now. Even though I've got nothing to do.

Well, I have been officially reprimanded by my mother for that last post of mine, and I'm sure to get another tounge lashing the next time Sierra gets on the computer too, so I should prolly do a decently lengthed post.

Well, It's the second day of fall break and boredom already ensues. Sunday was Sacramento's special meeting, which was cool, because there were people there from the other field that I hadn't seen in pretty much ages. (That would be the Cruz's) So I made plans with Julie Cruz to be kidnapped sometime this week for boredom's sake. I think that little event is planned to happen Thursday after my cello lesson.

Today and yesterday, I've been working out in the yard, blowing leaves, stacking wood, and generally making my muscle-less arms really sore while setting to work with a pair of clippers. I managed to scare myself pretty badly as I was trimming up some vines that had somehow made it over the fence. I was almost done, so I was trying to hurry it up a bit and I was just hacking through at it, when I realized I had just unearthed a pretty large wasp nest. Red alert...abandon post...mmk, run. So I almost did...and then I realized I was standing right in front of a wood pile. So I almost tripped. But I didn't. I just hastened in a very un-graceful fashion. Anyway, I didn't get myself stung. Good stuff.

So tomorrow is my music lesson...not really sure what to expect from it...so we'll see. Thursday is my cello lesson. It'll be interesting to try and fit that thing into Dad's dinky car. Oh well.

Anyway, I think that's gonna be the end of this post, 'cause I've got a headache that isn't really being helped by staring at a computer. So ta for now. =)

Ok fine...

Here ya go Sierra. I posted.

=)

Some new favorite quotes

But before I get to them, I've gotta point something out. Just as I was about to click on the "Add Post" button, I noticed this little dohickey in the corner of the page that said "You have four followers".

Heck...I could be my own religion. Tell your friends!

Well, on to the quotes. These came about through a combination of English a week or two ago, and the Bumper Sticker's application on MySpace. Don't judge me...it's just my weakness. =)

"The man fell from the 12th story window and hit the ground below like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup." (Let that one sit in your head for a little bit...lol)

"He was as tall as a six foot three inch tree." (Sierra, this could work for you too, but you'd be a three foot shrub. lol...jk)

"Gramps still had a mind like a steel trap, although now it more closely resembled a steel trap that had rusted shut with time."

"I dream of a world where a chicken can cross the road without having his motives questioned."

"You're a great friend, but if the zombies chase us, I'm tripping you."

"I'm not so great at the advice; can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?"

"Don't follow in my footsteps. I run into walls."

"Of course women don't work as hard as men...we get it right the first time!"

"Congratulations; your incredible wit and biting sarcasm...they have slain me. I am dead." (This one would be funnier still if you could see the pic that went with it.)

"Disney gave me unrealistic expectations about men"

"A clean house is a sign of a wasted life."

"I refuse to have a battle of wits with someone who is unarmed." (yup, that's officially a golden oldie)

"Raising a teenager is like nailing jello to a tree."

"Girls can do anything boys can, but we can do it in heels." (That one's just for you, Kirstyn)

"If people were meant to pop out of bed in the morning, we'd all sleep in toasters."

"Pale is the new tan"

"Vegetarian: the Indian word for 'bad hunter'"



Finally...a blond joke...

Why did the blond climb over the glass wall?


So she could see what was on the other side!

I'm sorry for that one. I truly am.

Homecoming Game

So who else agrees it's time for me to post again? I'm imagining a whole bunch of hands flying into the air, here. If they aren't, well, then, why on earth would I be posting? Hmm?

Well, We had the Powder Puff game today, during which I pretty much froze. I spent the first half snuggled up to one friend or another (Casey, 90% of the time, because she was just as cold as me), until Casey found a bunch of her emo friends. I made myself scarce. Emo kids are waaaaayyyyy not my type. So I found Katie and Laura and One of their friends and hung out with them for the last five minutes of the game. We were apparently supposed to be cheering on the seniors (it was seniors vs juniors), but I guess we didn't cheer loud enough (or at all, for that matter) 'cause they lost 18 to nuthin. I'm sure they'll get over it soon enough.

Homecoming game is tonight, and I'm actually going to go. I'm pretty excited because most of my friends are going (except Casey, that fuddy duddy). Who cares about the game? I just hope they actually win this one...they lost our last homecoming game pretty bad.

Anyway, off to make cookies...or maybe just cookie dough. hmm.

So that's all for now, folks.

Reggae

Life has been completely normal lately. I think. But I suppose I could blog anyway. Today was kinda interesting, in comparison.

Starting last night...I made a batch of cookies for my buddy Kevin's birthday, which was actually yesterday. I had forgotten to get him balloons, so I resorted to sweets. I went all out with them, too. I even spelled out his name in chocolate chips. One letter per cookie. It was pretty cute.

Went to bed last night a little later than normal last night (9:30 vs. 8:00), so I wasn't planning on getting up until 6:30 or so. But, of course, I set my alarm clock for 6, just to be sure I would have enough time to wake up before I actually had to get up. So, the dratted alarm clock started beeping at me this morning at six, and i shut it up as quickly as I could, then went back to sleep. The second I dozed off again, Mother dearest barged into my room, slamming the door open and announcing, "Well, I'm up!"

"K, I don't really care that you're up. Lemme go back to sleep!" That was the only thing going through my mind, but apparently the furthest thing from hers. "Your alarm clock has gone off like 6 or 7 times, so I'm up now, but you aren't! So get up!"

I wasn't about to humor her. I just kinda grunted and rolled over after growling that mine had only gone off once, and that it was Steph's (the girl that doesn't actually get up until 7...go figure) that had been going off since 5:30. So she barged into Steph's room with the same speel. And then came back into mine to turn on the light. So I had to get up, if only to turn it off, but I knew that if I did, she would turn it right back on again. I would like to know who made my own mom that mean. It's just not right.

So I got up and used my extra half hour to take a shower. Yeah, that's right. Half an hour's worth of hot water. Now, see, if we didn't have a propane water heater, that actually might've been some pretty sweet revenge. But the world's against me. And I ran out the door right on time.

And then I got onto the bus, saw Kevin, and realized I had forgotten his cookies. I hate myself sometimes.

First period I had Chem, during which I was supposed to take a test that I really wasn't ready for. But I passed it thankfully. I was incredibly surprised.

Second...AP World...found out that the assignment that I had actually done isn't going to be done until Friday. I think that's the third time he's postponed it. From last Friday to Tuesday to Friday. He annoys me. Also found an envelope from one of my Laura bud's containing a CD of Reggae that I'm currently listening to. It's kinda interesting.

Third...Put up with all the annoying people in English. That includes the teacher.

Choir...Started a new song...The Twelve Days of Christmas. The alto's have to sing a bunch of bawk bawk bawks during the "7 geese a'layin'" The sopranos are all for choreographing it, and having us flap our arms around. That would be interesting. Especially when the guys get to the "10 lords a'leapin". It would most likely collapse the risers. So let's not.

Sixth...Aerobics. Almost fell asleep doing Yoga. But it was a nice change of pace.

Seventh...Bishop accused me of being an overachiever (ha...i beg to differ). I just laughed.

Bus...I actually got on in decent time. Got a seat with Laura, but left a minute later to run (literally) to the ice cream truck all the way down the parking lot for some drinks. By the time I got there, there were 7 or 8 people in line, and plenty of them were interested in taking a very long time getting their stuff. Two people ahead of me was another guy who rides my bus. As soon as he got his stuff, he took off running for our bus, leaving me standing in line. (I should mention that our bus is always the first one out of the parking lot, meaning you don't really have any extra time to catch it, and also that it's at the top of the parking lot...the furthest one away from the ice cream truck) By the time I had my stuff, I could hear all the buses starting up. Not a good thing. So I took off at a dead run, not really caring that the Monster and Dr. Pepper I was carrying were getting shaken to a dangerous extent. I actually did make it onto the bus, just in time. The driver had actually waited for me, thankfully. (Not sure why, though. If I were a bus driver, I would have a heck of a fun time making kids miss the bus through incidents like that) So I made it home. And now here I am.

And here I go.

Money is Lame

Lately, My savings account has been going down like one of those little whirlpool things you get when you drain the bath tub...You get the picture, right?

It all started waaaaayy back in July, back when you couldn't even see the whirlpool 'cause the tub was still full (or relatively, anyway). I went almost double over my texts, and because of that, ended up owing dad a lot of money. I should add that a month or so before that, I had accidentally left myself signed in on MSN on my phone, which racked up a bunch more money...This phone is gonna be the death of me. And my bank account.

Then, I went to Oregon. Twice. Within a month. Kinda dumb of me. I needed money for junk food, helping out on gas, etc. While in Oregon the second 'go-round, I wore a pair of Kirstyn's shoes (white...!), which I apparently got dirty...I didn't think so, but the owner did...So I guess I get to pay her for those. Grr.

Then, I've got a whole ton of late (lost) library books. That I get to pay for.

And finally, the only one I was actually sort of expecting was the first payment for Ireland. I didn't think I was going to be able to go at first, 'cause they weren't taking sophomores, but they announced yesterday that they actually had room for us to go. But we had to have the money by tomorrow. So, that equalled up to another trip to the bank.

So it all adds up to an almost empty tub of water just waiting for a couple more unexpected things to come up.

I definately need a job.

Life

Has been pretty dreary. Well, not dreary, exactly, but not really blog-worthy.

Well, that's a fib.

We went to Boring last weekend, meaning we got to skip half a day of school Friday. We drove up to the Barton's and got there at some lateish hour. I think it was 10 or 11. Anyway, Sierra and I spent the next hour or two catching on everything that had happened since the last time we had seen each other. Two weeks before. But there was still some exhorberant amount of talking to do, which filled our time very sufficiently. Even after we had turned out the lights, one or the other of us would start talking all over again, emphasizing something that had been talked about previously, or starting on a completely new topic.

We got up at 6ish the next morning and headed off to Boring which was about an hour and a half away. Sierra slept the whole way there, while I colored a bunch of Care Bears. I fell asleep about half an hour away and woke up during the last stretch when Aunt Sharon told Sierra and I it was time to wake up in that sing-songy voice that all mothers seem to acquire to an irritating perfection. Sierra just kinda grunted and tried to go back to sleep, so when Aunt Sharon asked if we were awake I said, "Well I am, but your cow isn't."

COMPLETELY didn't mean to say that. I meant "...but your DAUGHTER isn't" but my luck wasn't too great. At least it woke her up, right? Lol. So we got out of the car, and decided that it was pretty much waaay to cold. I was wearing a sweatshirt over a long dress that looked a little odd, but I resolved right then and there not to take it off. Allyson ended up lending me a jacket that actually kinda went with my dress okay, but I ditched it after meeting when it finally got warm enough to go without one.

The whole convention was pretty great. I love spending a weekend at convention before I have to go back to school. It was a lot of fun having a ton of Oregon people there, too. (Of course they would be there...They LIVE there) Anyway, we had tons of fun. After evening meeting me and a few of said friends went up onto this hill and played Haha...which, might I add, is one of the coolest games invented...and fought over blankets and had tons of fun. But then I had to go back to our tent and try to figure out where all of my stuff was in the dark and take out my contacts without losing them, and by the end of the whole ordeal I was insanely grumpy. It definately was not fun. I hate tents.

A lot.

So that's the gist of the whole thing. There wasn't much that stands out from the rest, but it was a very cool convention anyway. And now I'm back at home sitting on a computer being bored silly. California is so dumb.