Happy New Year!!

Bring on 2007. May it be a safe, happy year.

Wooo!

Check out this killer icicle. Ouch.

So, now I just finished eating nachos. We're gonna partay 'til 12. It's going to be beastly. I'm gonna take a bunch of pictures. Hey, at 12:00 exactly, I'm going to post something. I don't know what, but I'm going to open 2007 on the computer. One year ago, as 2006 started, I was reading a book in my Opa's study. More pictures, more!

Here's a riddle. What did I eat for breakfast yesterday? Look at the picture to see. This should be easy for people that play the piano.


Yesterday I built this. It's a snow-slide. It's bigger than it looks, really.

Happy New Year's Eve

This is my new family room. Niiiiice new carpet.

I think I did something to my elbow, when we went sledding. I realized it back at Pinon, but I was made acutely aware of how bad it is when I was pouring myself some milk to go with my Oreos. S, J, K, and I went sledding for a while, and that was way cool. But after a while it got cold. It was fun, though, especially relating dreams to each other. I love the Spanish Nail dream most of all, I think. I rather dislike my dream. Here goes. I can never remember details, but basically I dreamed that someone I know had the ability to turn into a dog; he could morph. Maybe he had some weird disease. Anyway, he was not in good health. He was becoming sicker and sicker everyday. He had to have his back legs amputated. He had a little wheelie thing he would sit on and pull with his front legs. Also, the school was putting on a play. Ms. B was the director, and the play was her idea. She told me I could design and draw all the sets. I don't remember much more. So, happy New Years Eve, everyone! Let's find a picture.

My life is crazy

So, I've been busy, hence the lack of posts. Last night I slept in the front room on a matress; the night before in the family room. You know how I said there was chaos before? That was nothing. Yesterday was absolute pandemonium. Men all over the house. Carpet being ripped up. Furniture EVERYWHERE! (I'm getting a room-makeover as well.) So right now my room is finally blue, and there is finally new carpet everywhere. But to add to the chaos, we got a foot and a half of snow!! Incredible. So tomorrow we're not going to church. Instead we're roasting marshmellows by the fire, and then Kristen, Dad and I are going sledding at Pinon. Today we built a gargantuan snowman. It's pretty remarkable. I'll post pictures soon, but now I need to go eat quishe (sp?). The neighbors made it for us. These past few days have been crazy. I just want to move back in my room already. But, realistically, that won't happen for a few more days, as we still need to do my whole closet (take everything out, put in new wood, paint). I'm realllly looking forward to the big return to Normalcy. Is normalcy a word? I want to see my friends again. I want to sleep in my room again. I actually want school again.

My new camera

Yay, finally blogger is working. I can put pictures now. That's Nellie. The crazy dog. That barfs and pees and poops on the carpet. I do what I'm supposed to! Well, miraculously, she did not do anything bad this time. I just got back. Each time I go over there, I stay longer and longer. TV is addicting...Hey, they told me to watch it while Nellie was outside! So I also got back from taking care of another dog, Janey. Janey is basically an angel. No messes. She just does what she's suppposed to. I also went to Smith's to get 5 cucumbers. Nothing else. Just 5 cucumbers. Hm. So, my house is still in complete dissarray. It's quite frightening. I will probobly have to sleep in the front room for a few days, while my room is painted and carpeted. My house looks like a new house.

Merry Christmas!

I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday; I know I enjoyed Christmas immensely. I've been pretty busy, what with narrating the Christmas play at my church last night, to opening presents last night, to helping move my parents back into their bedroom today. The house is utter chaos. A few updates to my life: I am currently listening to Love Shack. I am currently friends with Nellie, the dog with scary eyes. She is no longer scared of me; likewise, I am no longer scared of her. I got a digital camera for Christmas. Hopefully in the coming days, I will have more time, so I can post more. And put a picture of Nellie. That I took with my new camera. It's pretty nice, too! It's a Sony. 6 megapixels.

Way cool day

Hm. I can get kinda forgetful (I forgot to post yesterday; I meant to). Basically yesterday was a way cool day. It didn't feel like a Friday. I did stuff in the morning, practiced piano for once, and then I went to Kristen's school. It was amazing to be back in 5th grade. Mrs. Truj is still way nice. We watched a movie, then went outside for recess! It felt awesome to be in elementary school again. Then we had the holiday party. Then I went to A's house, and we all chilled there for a while and listened to music. And played cards. After a few hours I drove home and watched a movie with my sister. At 6, I drove to Nellie's house, which was basically a nightmare. Long story short: I wasted over a half hour trying to get the scary dog out of the bathroom and out into the backyard. I didn't succeed. I got way too frustrated and so I just sped to K's house, where J, S, L, K, and I all opened presents. And watched "What Not to Wear." (Ewww dredlocks!!) And played the piano. And ate cookies and cold pizza. And watched High School Musical. I got home at about quarter til midnight. Well, let me tell you. I would NOT make a good robber. I tried for about 5 minutes to open my stupid possessed front door, but alas it would not work. So I went around back through the gate. But then I almost lost my balance while walking over the thick sheet of ice, and I was carrying a bunch of gifts and my backpack. I continued on and went through the laundry room. Except I tripped over the baby-gate there, thereby freaking out my dog so he yiped and ran out the door. After that loud noise, I lumbered into the house, dropped my stuff with a thud, made my way to my room, collapsed on my bed, and fell asleep. I woke up about 10:30 today. Today was a lot of nothing; it was great. My parents went to Lowe's, and Kris, Dan, and I watched National Treasure. I drew a lot.

What a day.

I cannot beleive that it was just this morning when I last posted. Honestly, it feels like an aeon ago. Today was a roler-coaster ride. I don't even want to talk about school today, because in the scheme of things, it is really trivial and quite unimportant. I want to be concise, yet meaningful in this blog, because I am so full of emotion that I really just need to get just a tad bit out. Let's start with after school. The whole gang hung out at Julie's. We played Cranium (R.E.M.!), ate these crazy wafer cookies, and played dress-up. What a bunch; today was great... Then things took a turn for the worse when I got home. I was in an okay mood, but I got smacked in the face (figuratively of course!!) when I, ahem, took a look at Powerschool. I unleashed my fury, aka I threw back my head, letting an enormous howl escape. I felt cheated. I felt betrayed. But most of all I felt frustrated that my best was somehow not quite good enough. I was in a very bad mood. But things did a complete 180 the moment I stepped outside into the frosty air. See, I'm watching a neighbor's house up the street (a former teacher's house), so I remembered I needed to take care of that. So I stepped out of the house with no coat, no flashlight, and no smile. And I began to think. And with every step I thought harder. See, I was thinking about what I was discussing with friends, that is, when I would be happiest (the whole Mirror of Erised thing...). And I decided, right then and there, that, in spite of everything, I would be happiest the way things are [note: this may sound completely bogus and sprinkled with sugar, but it was my actual thought process, kay??]. I would not want to be richer, because that would make me want more things, make me more and more attached to monatary things, unneccessary luxories. I wouldn't be an only child, because then I'd have no little people to laugh at and make me smile when I need it the most. (Ha ha ha, the punch bowl incident today...classic.) Etc. So all these thoughts ran in my head. I did my job and came back home. And as I was about to come down my steep driveway, I looked up in the sky. And I thought, well, I really had no thoughts at first. I stood and stood and stared up. But then my neck started to hurt, and I was getting cold, and some car drove by, and I didn't want them to think I was crazy, so I headed down the driveway. But then I thought, "That was just too majestic...I know what I'll do." So I went in my backyard and here's what I did. [Another note: Don't try this at home, kids]. I went in my backyard and laid down in the snow and stared up at the stars for a lonnnng time. I started to go numb. And I started to feel very small. And I started to smile. I let my mind wander (because now it can wander wherever the heck it wants to; it doesn't have to concentrate on stupid Precal any more). And it wandered. But then my eye caught a helicopter or plane passing by. So I watched it... and watched it... and then it was gone. And that is kind of in a way how things in life are. When I first saw my grades, I was overwhelmed and it seemed like the end of the world. But even now, the intensity of it is diminishing. Things come and go. Like planes. So, cold yet oddly content, I traipsed into the house, threw off my clothes, and took a steaming hot shower. And to prove to myself how absolutely lucky I am, I turned the water to freezing, and told myself that some people never get hot water, they have to deal with freezing cold water all the time. And they deal; their lives go on. This is incredible. Instead of being bummed now, I'm almost overly content. I am trying out all my cool sparkly pens I got from Alrice today (she was my secret solstice buddy). Here's the snowman I built with my brother yesterday. Kinda sad, really...

Happy winter to all!

2 Hour Delay!!??!!?!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! This isn't supposed to happen! Now what the heck is going to happen to us? We might stay til five. Wow. What a nightmare. There isn't even THAT much snow.

Snow, sweaters, and studying statistics

Snow!!! I’m a bit late in posting, but yep, there’s a snow day, which, all in all, I’m pretty glad about, even though I would have gotten my finals over with. Now at least I can study some more. Though I’m kind of doubting it will do me any good. Wow, that’s weird. Some guy just called my cell phone. The conversation went something like this:

Me: hello?

Guy: BRANDON!

Me: um, I think you’ve got the wrong number.

Guy: Woah, excuse me!

Me: …Sure… bye…

Anyway…now the house is quiet. I’m pretty happy. I just finished typing up my yearbook final. Agh. I just need to get through tomorrow. Then things will be wonderful. I’ll have all of break to draw. And this is kinda crazy: I’m taking care of 4 people’s houses during break. Craazy, man. I’m not looking forward to Nellie, the dog with scary eyes, but other than that things will go okay. I’m very much in need of a break from Pre-cal and Stats, but my other classes are fine. Actually, I’m really looking forward to next semester. But for now I need to concentrate on finishing up this semester. But I think my one consolation tomorrow is that I am, I think, going to ask Ms. B about her little… situation. I was prepared last night to ask her today; I was even going over it in my head. (Wow, what a dork, huh?) It’s still snowing, btw. Absolutely insane. Now, I hope tomorrow there is no delay or cancellation. That could be bad. Well, I’d actually enjoy it immensely if they said “no finals for the last 3 periods.” That would be completely cool, but that is, sadly, quite unlikely. Righto, I had better go now. I think I’m going to put on a sweater, because I’m kinda cold. (I have a t-shirt and jeans on.) I hope it snows like this over break. Think cold thoughts. I'm gonna go in my room, put on a sweater, turn on some music, and study for stats, I guess. Hey! This joke is from my cousin. What did the cover of the graphing calculator manual say?

Caution: Contains graphic images.


Ha ha ha... lame..

By the way, Blogger is being stupid and won't let me post pictures. Things are wonky.

help

Ugh. Everything is going wrong today. I studied for a good chunk of the day, yet I feel it did hardly any good. I'm fighting with my sister and my friends (mostly my sister). My watch broke. I had a killer stich in my side for a good portion of the day. I can't decide if the snow is a good thing or a bad thing. My parents are still gone; they went to some shin-dig. Consequently, Kristen and I have had to watch him... I studied for stats for about 10 minutes... wow, this is insane. I honestly think tomorrow is going to kill me. All I need to do is survive tomorrow. Thurs. is going to be a piece of cake. I should go; my bro's on my lap. Here are a few closing words from him:
vk m v bgh kn .kmmm n jnnnnnnnn bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbcdffffffffc bvgvg hgfd5rrrrrrr5

Yaaayy finals week........

Currently I am iming Julie and listening to music and basically stalling. Ha. An Abba song just came on. Well. Yesterday was just about the weirdest, saddest, funniest, sickest day I’ve had in a very long time. Maybe ever. I might be jumping to conclusions, but this is the only possible explanation for all this evidence all over the web: my favorite teacher married some old guy named Gysbertus Jan. On April 8, 2000. I wigged out. Now, some might call me a stalker, but K is much more of a stalker than me (at least a better one). Speaking of which, that girl totally ditched me for better people. Whatever. Hey, now “Devil Went Down to Georgia” is playing… So I’m actually pretty chill right now, considering I kinda got trampled by that bio test. I.. actually don’t know. That test made me cry; it made me laugh; it made me want to rip out my hair; it made me want to hug someone. It was Chaos. As in PL. Anyway, nothing I can do now about the bio final. So let’s talk about English. I never got to ask her about GJB, but I did give her the card… actually K did… It was cool; everyone signed it. I really wanted to ask her about this man (WHO IS 20 YEARS OLDER THAN HER!), but I didn’t have an opportunity. Ahh, finally my headache is subsiding. And I found my phone. And tomorrow is my easy cheesy day. Good things… good things…Hey, now a Beatles song is playing… and it’s kind of appropriate for this week. (“Help”) Well, let’s see if I can find a picture of this disgusting Norwegian man…

Now, tell me that is not the most disturbing thing you have ever seen.

My life is absolutely crazy. Now I'm gonna go make some chocolate milk, chill with my dog, study stats a little, then go get my brother from school.

Satisfying Saturday

So right now I’m about to go to bed. I just got back from babysitting a cute kid named Ian. He is 3 months old. I had totally forgotten how docile and helpless 3 mo old babies are. Today was spent, well. Let me start from the beginning. I woke up at like 9:15 to the sound of my parents voices as well as Jack and Susan’s voices. (Jack and Susan are the people who are doing the bathroom, which is now almost finished! They are over at the house a lot). So I lay in bed thinking about yearbook stuff for like a half hour, and came up with some pretty cool ideas for drawings. At quarter ‘til 10, I figured I should probably get up, so I bounded out of bed, leaped across the floor, flung open the door, and there was Susan, walking by. I think I scared her. “Good morning,” I said weirdly (I had my retainer in still) and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. And it is extremely weird to take a shower when you know that just inches away is some guy banging around in my parents’ closet. Anyway, I was extremely happy: no piano lessons today. Then I spent hours and hours doing my stupid college hunt, and finally finished. It is 50 some pages long. Wow. Mr. Baca, I hope you’re happy. I just killed a whole bunch of trees, just so I could get a stinking good grade on the stinking final. But I’m pretty happy now… I don’t have to go to the final. And boy, let me tell you, I am NOT going. After that I spent a significant amount of time doing English. I had so much trouble getting started! This essay didn’t flow nearly as well as my previous one, nor as well as I’d hoped. But it is now finished, and that’s what’s important. I need to get, like, above a 40 to get an A in that class; I’m not too worried. What I am worried about (and probably should be) is Pcal, Stats, and Bio. (In order of how much I need to study, bio being the least.) Ick. Even though it seems as if I am completely a “panic-er,” I really am pretty chill. Just gotta study and stuff tomorrow. Well, so then I went to Sara’s house and met her crazy wolf dog with scary eyes. The dog is named Nellie. The dog bit my chin. I don’t really like Nellie. Then I went to go chill with my homie Ian. And I ate a ton of caramel popcorn… Sorry no pics yet! ( I will TRY and get my poor sister to smile… heh heh…) Over and out. Bed, here I come.

I'm @ Yearbook!

Soo. I really am liking this. We're kinda doing nothing right now. I did a few... drawings... and Alrice made the mugs all neat-lookin. So I gotta get together with Alrice over break. So. Basically I'm going home, writing an essay (cuz that's what I want to do the very most), studying for bio a bit, and studying for precal. I guess. This weekend is gonna be total studying. Not even kidding. Simone is reading over my shoulder, so I guess I'll stop. (Besides, the5 bell 5rang.)5

My adventures

Wow, I didn't realize it had been that long since I posted... yikes! But anyway, it is exactly 6:00 AM as I am writing this. I know, I know. I'm crazy. I havn't gotten up this early for school in a lonnng time. This is the first time this school year, I'm pretty sure. I actually woke up at like 5:15. And listened to 15 Years on the radio. Heh. I remember when I used to love that song. Anyway, the point of getting up so ridiculously early is to get to school early. To get my schedule to be a student aid instead of a free-period. But here's basically a few random tidbits of my life from these past few days. Well, "studying" at Julie's was fun...Wow. Pretty interesting, actually. So then yesterday, the actual bio test, was not a very pretty experience. No more test corrections!?! Ahhh! Yeah. If it comes to that, I am pretty dead. Yep. No way around it. So Health was excruciatingly boring as usual. @ lunch I went to Bio/Juggling club. And saw, for the first time in my life, someone juggle 12 balls! It was basically amazing. Then I went to SAT. Wow. Now that was one class period I'll never forget. We played 2 more games. I...can't even describe it. At all. But lets say it involved Nancy showing me how to make a paper crane, me dropping chess pieces on the floor, and me (I'm such a horrible person..) taping a sign that read "White Knight" to the back of one of my fellow students. Basically the class was out of control, and Mr. Baca was cool with it. It was hillarious. Ah, good times...good times...Then when I got home I saw Metal Mouth, aka my sister. Poor Kristen...it's pretty bad. She has like a jaw-expander thing too. I hope she feels better. Then last night I went back to the high school for a soup-supper Advent kinda deal. And there I met a very interesting individual by the name of [dangit I was going to put her full name, because it sounds so perfect. I've only ever called her by her first and last name!] Nora C. She is 7 years old. I was trying to do my homework and she stole my pencil. I took her shoes, threatening to throw them away. I won't go on, but that's basically how my evening continued. I'm sure I had some more interesting stories to relate, but none are coming to mind. So now I'll go eat cereal and stare out the window. I'm excited for school! Even though I'll most likely conk out in the middle of class because I stayed up til 11 or later listening to music and doing stupid precal. K, I'm being bugged; gotta go. "What? What's a blog?" -- my mom.

I'm about to go to bed, because I'm tired and I don't feel very well. I'm overall pleased with this weekend. When I get a chance, I'll scan in my picture of hell. I'm actually pretty pleased with it, though it didn't turn out at all like I originally planned. Ice skating and Quizno's was fun, though the whole commotion with my sister was not very good. Anyway, it wasn't horrible. So I got all my hw done, except a little precal, ooh, and the extra credit. Gotta do that yet. I'm actually extremely excited about tomorrow, because I get to present my song and picture; both I like a lot and both I spent a lot of time on. I did bio (thanks again to Kels who sent it to me!), but probobly completely wrong. Arg, I'm torn. I want to go to bed (I'm really really tired), but I also want to keep listening to Pandora (it's so addicting!) Guess I'll go to bed.

Here's something I found that Shockey would enjoy... (actually it's kind of cool that I coincidentally ran across it). Arg... logs!

Content

Ahhhh. (That was a happy sigh). It's finally Friday. Afternoon. AND it's great because: 1) I survived Stats and actually did okay/good on the test 2) I'm home with just my sister. My parents and brother are in Albuquerque (btw, that is a verrry interesting song. And Julie should listen to the rest of it). They won't be home until like 8 or 9. Yesss! Not much to say except that, despite the mountain of homework, chores, and presents I need to buy, I am very happy and very content. Like, despite my "I hate the world" attitude yesterday, I totally turned my attitude around and made today good. Soo. Now I'm gonna chill, watch some TV (for once) with my sister, listen to music, and maybe practice piano and vacuum. And do my English homework. I'll try and scan it in when I'm done. I'm going to try and draw Milton's rendition of Hell. It will be extremely hard to do it justice, but I'll work on it. It's insane how she sculpts these projects to my liking. See, some people who shall remain nameless don't like her because of all the art we are required to do (or attempt). And that is one of the main reasons I like her and the class in general. So I'll whip out my pencil and try and sketch it. And jam out to pandora. Yeah!!! It's Friday!!!



Me attempting the impossible: trying to put my foot behind my head. I used to be able to do this when I was like, 10...

Unpleasant Circumstances

So I believe K, J and everyone are all at FS right now. And I'm at home. I, sadly, don't feel very well. My head hurts (ha ha not AGAIN!), and my throat does as well. I have a killer amount of hw for the weekend, but that is actually ok, because most of it is SAT (I need to at least START my stupid college hunt) and... English!! She has us do the most amazing things. I basically have to write a song and then make a map/picture of Hell. But as for tomorrow, I'm going to die. Stats. Test. And I really haven't gotten this chapter at all. And in class when I was supposed to be working I was watching Julie draw on Sarah's paper and then listening to Microwave Meal (I <3 it, btw!). And NOW I'm wasting all this precious time messing around doing various unimportant things on the internet. I might just "call in sick" tomorrow. That is, I really need tomorrow and Sat and Sun to do PreCal, Stats (both hw and studying), SAT, and ...English! Honestly. I... dunno. The good thing is that I'm home alone...and home alone= peace and quiet. Not for long though... I think my brother and mom get home sooon. Yikes! I'd better make use of this precious lack of noise while I can! Let's slap on an interesting picture first. Ah, here. This is kind of how I feel:


headache! From all the crap I need to do and also I might be coming down with something.

Beware, it's killer long...

Ahhh. My fingers are tingling and I’m typing about a million words per minute. Actually, I lied. Typing a million words per minute is inhuman. Anyway, my point is that I’m excited to be back here typing again. It’s been, what… 4 days? Yeah. It’s a long involved ridiculously stupid story so I won’t trouble you with it, but basically my …computer rations were severely cut these past few days. In other words, I had basically no computer these past four days. But whatever; I survived. Let’s move on. So. So much to say! I don’t know if I’ll cover it all! I know that I had a lot of things I wanted to say over these past few days, but I foolishly didn’t write any of it down on scraps of paper, thus all of my wonderful fantastic ideas flew out of my brain. Like SIN flew out of SATAN’s brain in PL! I realllllly like that book; it’s pretty much amazing. (And, yes, I do say “amazing” increasingly more often, Kels.) So, a few random thoughts from the day, in no particular order, really. First a list of what I still have to do tonight. Precal’s done so…I need to finish this blog, eat (chicken I believe), take my sister to basketball practice, finish my English, practice piano, and go to Smiths and buy some chocolate, among other boring things not worth mentioning. So. First I’ll do the first thing, which is finish this blog. So where was I? Oh yes. Random snitches and bits and pieces from my day. Well, at Julie’s (Oh drat I forgot to take those diapers from Julie’s house!!), we ate beef jerky, which was quite an interesting experience, as I had never actually eaten it before. I was warming to the taste and the idea of eating this fibery flavored dry…stuff, when Kelsey mentions that it is like eating scabs. I immediately was, er, grossed. Kind of interesting. Speaking of interesting, I saw something interesting. Get ready to be blown away by the absurdity of this. (Actually it’s not actually that great, don’t be too disappointed). So anyway, I was walking to my car (this wasn’t today, it was a few days ago) and I saw a gentleman in his vehicle. He was driving, driving in the opposite direction I was going, so I got a pretty good glimpse of him. And what he was doing. And he was (this middle aged dude with dorky glasses) driving down the road with one hand on the steering wheel, like any normal person. But his other hand was clamped around his nose. The man was driving while holding his nose. Now answer me…why?! If the man was smelling some…horrible odor, he could have easily just opened a window. Or something. Now maybe he had a bloody nose or something. But he’d have a tissue or something. Right? It was just odd; I’ll stop going on about this poor man. So, as for the rest of my day, it was ok. At least it wasn’t really boring. And to stick with that idea of not being boring, I’ll quickly relate my day, only backwards. Oh ho. (Pretty much because first was extremely interesting.) So SAT was okay…we played Jeopardy (our group made a killer comeback; our net score was 0 [and we never actually got into the positive points…]) and then musical chairs, which was more than highly amusing. I thoroughly enjoyed it. So then at lunch, things were kinda crazy; to make a long story short I got a bunch of green highlighter marks all over me, and Afsheen almost hit some lady in the back with the highlighter. Oh boy. Health was okay, not extremely boring. I touched a condom for the first time…even if it was only for a split second when I flung it on Lisa’s desk. (The college student that came to talk to us said everyone had to touch it). She was pretty interesting, more so than Hipwood, I think. Moving on. Or backwards in time. Whichever. Bio was okey dokey. We finished the Calvin cycle. I talked with Mr. Thurston about the origins of the word “discombobulated.” Fun stuff, really. So in English, I got there way early, btw, we read the latter part of book 2. It was quite possibly the most interesting thing I’d ever read (maybe it was the way Ms. Baas passionately read it). For a lot of it, I was in the back of the room hanging up student work. [Sarah told me as I walked by her grinning, “Sherri, I’m going to get you a leash for Christmas, because you are SO the teacher’s pet.”] It was pretty amazing, and I very much agree with Ms. Baas when she said that Milton is a genius, basically. The dude wrote all this gold, in Blank Verse, while he was blind. Honestly. So basically what happens is (this is horrifying and disturbing and gross; maybe that’s why it’s so cool and intriguing): Before Satan and the demons get thrown out of Hell, they’re all sitting around and talking and stuff, and Sin, this pretty woman bursts forth out of Satan’s mind. At first he’s all “Woah! WTF?” but after a while he gets used to Sin. Then he basically, over time, becomes enamored with her, and they, er… have sex. So then she becomes pregnant. Meanwhile, allll the demons are thrown out of Heaven and placed in Hell. Sin is placed at the gateway into/out of Hell. Eventually it comes time for her to give birth, and her offspring gnaws its way out, completely tearing and ripping her entrails. (So her whole bottom half is reconfigured and turned into serpent-like scaly yucky tails). Death, this horrible thing she gave birth to, immediately is born a killer (he’s born holding a dagger). The first thing he does is to chase Sin, his mother, and rape her. Yikes. So she gives birth, day after day after day, to these evil Hell Hounds, who constantly encircle her. Except when they are angry, they go up inside her womb again and start gnawing at her from the inside. Isn’t this CRAZY?? But this is all an allegory, that’s what makes it so amazing. Anyway, this is long enough. But I daresay I should add a few pictures, at least. So here we go. Let’s just hope tomorrow is this interesting. Sigh.


"The Thinker"


Awesome picture taken by Julie.


Another cool picture taken by Julie!

My first December post!

Happy December to all. Today is Sweater Day, by the way. If you're not wearing a sweater, well, you're just not showing true December 1st spirit. Now I'm iming Kels and working on English (what else is new?). Now I'm gonna practice, then Kels and I are going to the Pasta Dinner. I should probobly wash the green target off my forehead first, though. Long story... And another little weird tidbit: my 4 personality letters are ENFP...exactly the same as a friend's... Check out a few cool pieces of art. 2 are mine, and 1 is Paul's. He's the dorkiest person I have ever met, and he's a freshman. But he's so cute in both his speech and mannerisms! Like dorky kid cute. He's nice too. Anyway, here they are:


Me!


this is Paul's!


Eagle!

Sweet!

So, I finally got the snow pictures on my computer! The stupid battery was dead. But no longer! So I'll put those up. Today was okay, I guess. English was pretty sweet but I kind of wanted to make our myth better (we had to write about how evil came about. I had this great idea involving a huge implsion and... yeah). Precal I don't even want to talk about. At all. So I won't. Stats was relatively lame. Key Club... can't complain. Then in yearbook I had to call a bunch of people to buy senior ads. Boy was THAT fun. On a more interesting note, my life is not boring. What I mean is: most people have relatively sane households; most houses of highschoolers are more or less quiet and calm. Mine, however, is quite the opposite. For example, right now my 2 year old brother is running around the house stark naked (he has recently taken to ripping off his clothes by "magic" {that's what he calls it} and running through the now bare halls). And here he is: 5jmkgylbnnmmcccccccccccccccccccccccctttttttsavbjnjj mbcder v. I wonder if there is some subconcious message in that. Anyway. My sister is banging away on the piano (Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious). And my mother is talking to my dad who is picking up a shower from Espanola. So anyway, my life is kind of ridiculous. Oh, thought of something else. The career thing that I took yesterday, that Bridges thing, said I was "out going, enthusiastic, and spontaneous...I am up for new experiences... I have a vivid imagination...people find me fun to be around." Also, "my curiosity distracts me, and I probably find that staying organized is one of the hardest things to do. " Now that is quite true. Aight, now I'm fresh out of interesing things to say. So here are some pics!

Aww, look at poor frozen Buster. He's a Pup-scicle!


My brother and I enjoying the snow!


My now almost bare door. :(


My brother (surprisingly dressed). Notice the unique "one snowboot" style.

Snow!!

Finally-- the first signs that winter is actually coming close upon us-- SNOW!! Snow is actually pretty powerful. I mean, of course it is powerful (like avalanches and such), but it is also powerful in that it can instill in people a content/ happy sort of feeling. Maybe it's just me, but seeing snow completely cover my backyard makes me want to run through it, dive in it, and throw it in the air.
And so that is precisely what I did when I got home from school. Today wasn't necessarily a bad day, but it most certainly wasn't the best. What with doing the career thing in Ms. Baas' class, taking Thurston's Cellular Respiration test (that I can only cross my fingers and help for the best on), watching that stupid sex movie in health, yet again feeling incompetent at juggling club, and dealing with the Quiet Lady during SAT prep, I think I really needed this cold, white gift. I like snow...even though it's a pain to deal with on your car...
So now, after romping about in the snow like a spaz, I do beleive things are better, even if it's just a tad. Now that I got that burst of crazy out of me, I need to kick off my hiking boots, grab a yogurt, and lock myself in my room with my Precal notes, book, and pretest. The least that woman could have done was to grade our quizzes we took weeks ago...
I was thinking yesterday in that class, as I often do, as no one really sits by me. In English yesterday, we were having a discussion about how well the "horses" did as leaders. Anyway, what came up is that equality and fairness are NOT the same thing. In our little government in the classroom, things were certainly not equal, but I tried to make them fair. Gov'ts should BE fair. Shockey, I decided, is neither equal nor fair. It makes me rather angry. But mostly the fact that she pretty much hates everyone, and pretty much loves Drew. That's just wrong.
So. Plan for now. Get off the addicting computer. Go do precal. (and kind of forget about stats for now).
Snow is great. I have a sneaking suspicion that if there were no snow, I'd be in a horrible, grouchy, sullen mood. But, fortunately, I'm in a lighthearted mood. Which is quite surprising considering I have a huge-o test in my least favorite subject.

Kreb's cycle and more

Bio test tomorrow; perfect...

Studying at Julie's was wayy cool and hopefully way helpful. I really need this test not to kill me.

Ahem.

AcetylCoA Beep Lemon Ploop Clapclap Key Ploop Clapclap Energy! Sucks. Fad Fumes Clapclap Ox.
That rocks!

Alright. I think I've got it. Gotta work on the glycolysis thing... Pretty Gal Pretty Gal...

So. Test hopefully won't kill me.

Tomorrow will be good. English will be a breeze, but way easy. I want to go in early and talk to her though. About Paradise Lost. I really like it; I told her it was like The Screwtape Letters. And she knew what I was talking about and actually agreed! Yay. Bio...eh...test... Then Health will hopefully NOT be boring, I mean, come on..(Hipwood won't be there). Then Juggling Club... hooorah. (WHY can't I LEARN!?) Then SAT. Won't be the most horrible thing ever. Then come home and cram for P-cal. Hey, that sounds like PGAL. Phosphoglyceraldehyde?

Aooga

Well. It's a Monday. And it's very Monday-ish. Quite so.

English was actually the best period of the day… it was perhaps the best English class even, in a long time. But poor Ms. Baas, she has a cold, and so she unfortunately had to go home. But before she left, I showed her our awesome game. She really liked it. Really. She said our game was “above and beyond” expectations. And that there was some definite extra credit goin’ on there. So. Even though I spent hours of my Thanksgiving break working on this project, I’m pretty much thinking that it was well worth it. That’s my opinion anyway. So then, since Sarah and I were the only ones completely done, we walked with Ms. Baas to the book depository to get Paradise Lost. And I walked (almost) all the way back whilst balancing the giganto book on my head. Ha ha. And Ms. Baas walked behind, watching me act like a goof ball. So then we got back to the class room. Sigh. I’m going to miss being a horse. But I was glad she got the books for us; I think by the way she told me about the book that she expects, sort of, that we start reading. And so that is what I did for the rest of the class period. Then I handed out the remainder of our “harvest.”

And from there my day started to go downhill, though it was not a steep downhill, so it was actually pretty good. So anyway, in bio I learned that we have a killer test. Wednesday. Yeah. Bummer. Sooo, he talked a little bit, and then put us in obscure groups with weirdo COMPLETELY SILENT people to work on a review sheet. So it was basically me, mumbling answers, letting out my thought processes, and earnestly trying to get the other people to talk. And failing. So…

Then I went to health. I thought it’d be somewhat interesting, considering we’re now at long last at the subject I envisioned “Health” to be about, namely the three letter word. But, alas, Mr. Hipwood somehow managed to make sex boring. Yeah. We pretty much took notes the whole time. And it was killer boring. ‘Nuff said about that class…

Lunch was actually pretty sweet; me, K, and J all did test corrections with the WP’s, and that was pretty entertaining. And we got some work done! Heyy.

So then I rushed out of Bio and rushed into Baca’s class… joy. I beat Afsheen, even after him pulling me out of the way and shoving me. So I scrambled to my seat, bell rang, and then our entire freaking class traipsed over to E-wing to carry books from Ms. West’s room. Then Elise, Steffie, Brittney and I went to the IMC. I’m happy because: 1) We got the cards done! 2) Brittney wasn’t a … ahem …today. Not really. I was carrying the big honkin SAT book on my head, and yelled “look guys! Aren’t I beastly awesome?” And she looked at me, eyes slanted, lips pursed, and said “Wow. Maybe you should join the Circus.”

So then Mom drove me and Kels home. Schwann man came. Now I should go do hw. It’s kind of sad, but I would honestly like to go read Paradise Lost rather than do Pre-cal… What a yucky class!

And you know what? I’m gonna go practice piano!

* slaps own face * Be happy, Sherri, happy!

And...

And, yes, the layout is back to its original. I think it best fits my blog's personality. And I suppose it will not change for a while.

Yawn.

Now for some precal.

Actually, it's not due tomorrow. I think I'll take a shower! Or maybe a bath!




Squeak!

Rollicking is an uber cool word. People should use it more.

So, it's been a long while since I've posted, but I am kind of hesitant to post, as I don't know what to say. I have a lot of things to type/ say, a whole lot, but I am batting things back and forth in my head-- what I should say and what should be left unsaid. I realize I don't have whole lot of time right now (I still have some precal to do), so I think I will try and keep things concise. But lets just say that, even though this was perhaps the oddest, most ridiculous long weekend ever, I am glad overall. Perhaps I am learning/growing/changing. I hope for the better. Just now Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was on. And the part I was watching was when Rudolph was growing up. As he grew up, the narrator said, he learned something. He learned that to solve problems, to deal with things, you can't run from your problems. You really can't just keep running and hiding. So Rudolph decides to leave Misfit Island and go back to confront all the other reindeer. Now, I'm not saying I'm at all Reindeer-like. I just thought it pleasing that I, in a sense, am like Rudolph in that I am growing older and realizing that fact. I think I realized it subliminally, but still. I am not pleased with a certain fact about myself. But I realized (perhaps was quickly forced to realize) that even though I don’t like this fact doesn’t mean that I need to wig out or run from it. I’m not embracing it. I’m not totally 180 degrees from who I once was. In life, sometimes, I think you might just have to accept facts as facts, and not freak. Just deal. Be cool. Be chill. Hm. Well, anyway. The rest of my weekend…which I suppose would just be the end of Saturday and today… was relatively uneventful, but still nice. I was glad that R.Y.D. and S. weren’t there, and I was also glad that I was able to have a nice, long conversation with Karla, who spoke to me like more or less an equal and didn’t dis me. It reminded me of Breckenridge this summer when we talked for uber long periods of time. I was also happy that I, along with William, got to help my mom teach the little kids Sunday school. Also, I was glad for the simple fact that it was Sunday and I was at church and we sang a lot of sweet hymns and I like being there, singing those hymns and saying that liturgy. On a different note, I am way pleased with the way our English game turned out (here’s a shout out to Kels: Thanks again for making the duck, sheep, and pig. They are sooo cute!). I shall now include a picture of the board(I'd include a picture of the game pieces, but they are, alas, at Sarah's house.They rock though!)...

but it is now much better looking, with all sorts of rockin’ arrows which make it much more clear which way players are supposed to go. I’d better not forget it tomorrow! (I could see me forgetting that). And yay—no bio homework. If I DID have bio due tomorrow, I’d be all “Yarg! Noo!” and probably would not be blogging away right now. Okey. Well, all in all, this was a good weekend. I, like my i-pod, have become recharged this weekend. And now am ready (or as ready as I’ll ever be) for a rollicking good week at school. (PLEASE let the precal test not kill me!)

May everyone reading this have some rollicking good fun this week.

Rollicking good.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

If I really think about it, I do have a heck of a lot to be thankful for. Taking things for granted is so easy...

May everyone have a Happy Thanksgiving!


(that's Gobble, the turkey)

Casino Royale Official Opening Titles-- Pretty awesome!!

The opening titles of the 21st James Bond Movie, Casino Royale starring Daniel Craig. Song: You Know My Name - Chris Cornell.

Cool!

For the first time in a while, I'm not really tired! My sister was being way cool today, and so she let me sleep in, while she watched my brother.
As of now, there are several men in my house: the rather large Mexican man (who I found out later is named Jim), the Carpet Guy, some guy named Duane, my dad, and my brother. My sister and I are also home (obviously...).
So I'm kind of stumped as far as the article goes (the one I'm helping write for the paper).
I might just take a break and work on my English game. Our game is going to be the most splendiforous, spiffy game in the whole class. I'm going to make a whole bunch of animals out of clay. But as far as Squealer goes, I have a really good idea. I have this tiny toy pig whose snout lights up when you press a button. The light is really blinding. And my theory is that Squealer "blinds" all the other animals to the truth; all he does is feed them lies. So that pig is Squealer. Pretty ingenious, eh?
In a way I'm looking forward to 2nd semester. I think I'm going to try and be Ms. Baas' student aid. And I also get to have Computer Science. But more importantly, I don't have to have SAT/ACT prep anymore.
Soon I've gotta go pick up Arick and Kelsey and go to the movies.

Commencement of my Thanksgiving Break

Hm. Well, what to say. I recently read over my blog, and it seems to me that I recently have posted overly depressing posts. I've decided optimism is better (I think I read somewhere that optimists actually do tend to live longer). Anyway. Good things: 1) NO SCHOOL TOMORROW! And none on Thursday or Friday or Saturday or Sunday either. 2) I'm going to the movies tomorrow. And it's NOT going to be a big deal like I was making it seem earlier today. There are, I'm sure, numerous other things I could list, but cannot think of them at this moment.
So. I haven't really said much about what happened to Bingo. Yuck. As soon as I typed that I got a yucky feeling and I realized I really don't want to talk/ write about it. But the quick run-down is this: On Sat., my family drove to Santa Fe, waited in some desolate parking-lot for a long time, and then a rather... eccentric lady came in a blue Toyota truck to pick up my dog. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, and talked to us for a while. Then she locked her keys in her car. The window was open a few inches. My sister had to stick her hand in the tiny opening and somehow miraculously unlock the door. She did it. So then after a lot of nonsense gibber-gabber, Trish (the eccentric, drunk, smoker) took my dog away. By the way, she has 20 beagles at her house. Twenty. Wow. So then FFW to yesterday? Yes.
So yesterday there were 2 men in my house, banging nonstop. One was a rather large Mexican man, and the other was named Chris. The large Mexican man was almost continually yelling, "Chris!Chris!" And Chris would do something wrong and yell "Sh*t!" And the banging would continue. Then I, with a killer headache, had to drive to the high school for the National Honor Society thing. And it made my day to see Colin in a kilt. So that's my exciting life. Tomorrow I will get up, watch my bro and sis, then at 3:30 go see Casino Royale. And it might be weird, but it will be fine. I don't have any issues, and things are fine. I think things are better after iming Julie. So.
To adjust my views from the previous long post (the depressed one): I am independent, but that doesn't mean I can't spend time with my friends. If I want to get to know people, I will. And that is what I'm going to do. I hate being undesicive; it's one of my worst faults. So I'll keep trying to be certain, assertive. Yet at the same time, I need to take a step back from it all and try to not concentrate on myself so much. (This is what I was discussing Sunday).
Meanwhile, I will use this time away from school to my advantage and to let some stress fizzle out. And I can finally catch up on sleep! This post needs to be colorful! And happy! Because that is what I want to be right now: lighthearted, silly Sherri. Because that is what suits me best; I've tried being sullen... I really didn't like it. And sorry to all the people I affected today by being moody/grumpy/certainly not me. I just need sleep. And I will (HOPEFULLY!) get it this long weekend. So now for some pictures:



Sherri being uber thrilled at Julie's flippin' awesome hat

I thought this was kind of appropriate

Wahoo!

i FINISHED MY MATH!!!!! HOORAH


Yay, tomorrow's gonna be a good day, I can feel it

Well.

I guess I don't want to be, always and forever, "Tagalong Sherri." I like the cookie though...(Tagalongs).

Yet I don't want to live a solitary life; I want the complete opposite-- to be surrounded by people. I love people. People need people.

I guess I'm just a rubicks (sp?) cube with no stickers.


To Kels:

Sorry I butchered the good-bye.

Two things: Happy Birthday and Good-bye to my friend

Kudos and Happy Birthday to Stephen! (His birthday was yesterday).

Well, I'm kind of strangely feeling kind of void of emotions right now as far as Bingo goes. I know we'll miss him.

Me being reflective.

Someone reading this blog likely thinks I have only shallow thoughts/ concerns; that I mostly am concerned with tests/ schoolwork. While it is true that I am somewhat concerned with these things, I am also deeper than that. For a while, a few weeks maybe, maybe just since Saturday, I’ve been having issues. I’m really feeling like I’m slipping away from my friends, no joke. It’s happening differently for different ones, but slippage is occurring nonetheless. And at the same time, the bonds between them are becoming more and more solid with every day. Slowly they are being engulfed by The Group, and I am not. They’re selling out. I think it’s like endocytosis. Whatever. I just kind of feel like being an Independent right now. I need to brace myself for Emily (Key Club Emily) impaling me. But for now I’ll be chill. Is it time to weight/ sort out priorities? I don’t know. I don’t know a lot.

But I was thinking, on the way home yesterday. I realized that I told Kels that I wanted direction in my life. Well, as I see it now, if I wait around for direction to hit me in the face, it’ll already be too late. I need to start being more independent, make more choices, and give myself direction. I do have that power, I’m kind of discovering. I don’t need to do things people try to force upon me. I really need to realize that it is better to say no and do the right thing rather than comply and satisfy people. I am more like a dog, than a cat. And that is fine; I like dogs way better. But I don’t have to be a puppy that scampers after anything and everything, like I have in the past. Buster, my older dog (as of this moment I still have 2 dogs. This is the last night that I’ll be able to say that…), is immensely loyal to his owners, yet is more independent. I’m wondering if dogs, and other animals, get wiser as they get older like humans do. I don’t know.

I’m still going to retain my Sherri-ness though. It’s cool. I don’t hate anyone, I’ve decided. And that is kind of a big thing. Wait. I take that back. I’m not sure if I hate my neighbors or not. I thought 80 some year old senile people were supposed to be quiet, kind, and gentle. These people are the opposite; they are basically monsters. I’m not even kidding when I say that they were screaming at the top of their lungs, cussing my dad out. They have done this several times.

Anyway. Off of the negative, which is basically all this has been. The positives are that my stats test is done, I don’t have that much homework this weekend, I’m going to the pancake breakfast tomorrow morning, I got a lot of yearbook stuff done and therefore feel pretty useful, and right now I’m going to eat enchiladas.

I’m not sad, necessarily. Just reflective.

By the way, I don't know what was up with the whole "speaking in third person" thing. That was kinda creepy.

Ack!

Sherri is kind of freaking right now. She has a big Stats test that is on probobility. And she has Pre-cal, which shouldn't be TOO bad. She has been filled lately with deep, troubling thoughts. She perhaps is having a hard time dealing with stress, and it maybe a little bit fed up with some people. A few of her peers, maybe. Sherri is dealing, though, and she's pretty proud of herself for making that juggling picture work.

The highlight of her day was when Ms. Baas called her a froot loop. That was classic.

Ha ha. Sweet.

I have a lot to say, but not much time. This will suffice for now.

"Poetry is of course not to be defined by its uses...It may effect revolutions in sensibility such as are periodically needed; may help to break up the conventional modes of perception and valuation which are perpetually forming, and make people see the world afresh, or some new part of it. It may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and an evasion of the visible and sensible world. But to say all this is only to say what you know already, if you have felt poetry and thought about your feelings."

----T. S. Eliot, The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism

Alright! Tomorrow's MONDAY!!

So. It's late. But I still felt I should post something. So. I've got a math quiz tomorrow. Yikes. I did study some though, hopefully it won't suck. Reminder to self: I owe Afsheen 1 buck, and Julie 2 bucks. Also, for health I need to do my Works Cited page!! Forgot about that... Yay-- English tomorrow! heh heh heh.
Here's my FEET!

Wow. Now THOSE are some sexy looking feet right there.

Sherri, Afsheen, and Kelsey

Kelsey with her silly pink headband (not really!)

Awwww...!

The whole gang! (just like Julie's dream.. except no Kels here)

And who might this awesomely cool chick be?


This was a cool day.

I cannot concentrate! Ever! No wonder I need the internet taken away; I'm beginning to think I'm addicted. Anyway, I thought this was funny. In a way it fits. Sherri hates Drew? Impossible! Not. I just want to forget about the loser. And his 'demonstrative ways.' In other words, all over her. Um, also, here:



This comic kind of fits. Sherri = Sara, Derek= Jeremy. At least at one point it fit; I don't know about NOW I'M GOING TO WORK. REALLY.

Haven't posted in a while; I don't know how many days. So I decided that another post was long overdue. Not too long. I have a lot to type, so I'll try to not put a lot of fluff in, a lot of nonsensical mumbo jumbo-- it will be long enough already. Example: I'm eating a lolly-pop, a caramel apple one, and I just bit it very hard, almost cracking my tooth. Ok. So none of that. Let's see. A few important things. First and foremost, I'll update my status with (oh no!) none other than Ms. Baas. So, I think it was the next day after my previous post that I drew a picture of her, whilst doing my insanely boring Pre-cal. So... the next day, I was quite proud and so proceeded to show Sarah during English. I was pressured to put it on Baas' desk, and spent, quite possibly, the next 24 hours worrying about it (what she'd think.) Now, understand that everyone thinks I'm crazy; I'm not. I simply like her as a teacher and as a person. I really like her views and her approach to teaching that is fun. I also enjoy the art (that she has us do, and also the art on her walls, the photographs that she most likely took). It's been a very long time since I've had a teacher that I really really liked; a good number have been 'ok.' And unfortuneately I've had a few that have been a long distance from 'ok;' some have been at the far end of the "bad/good teacher spectrum." Ms. Baas is at the opposite end-- she's in the "good teacher" section. Actually farther up the spectrum... perhaps great? Well {ARG, Sherri, ARG! You said no FLUFF!} anyway, getting back to the story, the next day I walked in with Sarah, kind of nervous, and sat down. I was kind of disappointed to see that, under the 'Student Art' board, my portrait of her was not there. Several minutes passed, and my drawing caught my eye-- it was hanging up by the side of the Front white board, right next to her desk. I smiled, but did not say anything about it to her...nor did she say anything about it to me. I suppose it was an understood token; no dialogue was needed, it was simply a fact, a quiet secret between us. She smiled big at me too, when I walked into class... and handed the scissors to me... and called me Miss Sherri (with a smile)... OK Enough! So. FFW to yesterday. XC banquet. I sat by Victoria, and listened... for a LONG time to the coaches give awards. I lettered, which I kind of doubted would happen, with my meningitis. That was cool. What was not cool was when all the juniors went up to present made-up awards to all the seniors. I did not know anything about it, so I asked Josh. When he found out I was standing on stage clueless and helpless, he told me to look inconspicuous. So that's what I did. Cameron went first (I'd never seen her nervous, but I did last night.) Everyone went in turn while I stood there looking pretty. Then we all sat down and it wasn't a huge deal, but it was rather awkward. So the dance was pretty fun. Alan is crazy I decided. It was unlike any dance I'd been to, mostly because it was not crowded or very dark. At first like no one was dancing, but toward the end almost everyone was. I took Kenzie.. who is IN BAND... home and she coincidentally gave me the scoop on Elizabeth Jamerika or somthing. (turns out it wasn't Ho-something after all.) Whatever. So, driving home from her house, I said to myself (yes, I admit, I was talking to myself) "I hate him." I really really felt that. So I thought of a new slogan. So here goes-- my new credo: *ahem* "Screw Drew." Pretty, lol, profound, eh? I kind of think so. So. I came home, conked out. The next morning... today... I woke up to a rather bad day. It was, I thought, going to be good (no school) but I woke up to yelling.. I don't know if it was my mom or sister. Long story short: the house is a complete mess, and we most likely have to get rid of Bingo. I don't know where. I want to ( I just thought of this) add to my credo: *ahem* "Screw Drew and my neighbors, too." Well, this is going to be long enough. I am so sad. I don't even want to talk/ think about it. Now I need to do health. Meningitis. At least 5 sources. 10 minutes long. Ok, I suppose that's it. I got maybe 7 hours sleep, maybe 8. So I'm tired as well. (wow, on accident I typed 'hell' instead of well.) Okay, I'm done for now. I need a pic:

that's what my bro is doing right now.
"Sweepin"

Yes--all my homework is done-- SCORE!

It's pretty much amazing.. all my homework is done, I'm pretty happy. I was having issues with a few of the vector ones, but ...it's ok. I'll ask tomorrow. In class. I hope tomorrow will be okay.. so in English I'm a horse... with Kelly, Stephen, and Nick. Neigh. It's actually pretty cool that our class is now "Animal Farm." Lol. Well, I'd kind of shrugged it off as nothing until Sarah reminded me-- today Ms. Baas ignored me when I said hello! I was kind of sad for a second,.. but now I am sad once again. But then I get over it when I think of how today I finished everything wayyy early and she said with a smile, "Are you done with the next chapter too?" I kinda gave a half grin, and nodded. Well, she broke into a big grin and told me she had a special job for me. So, mwahaha, whilst the rest of the class was working, I got to sit by her desk and make a poster, with the 7 commandments on it (from AF). Pretty sweet, I'd wager. Then @ lunch walking by I saw Coach Hannah and her talking and looking at my poster on the door. I'm kind of afraid of what they talk about...Um so tomorrow should be cool. Stats is going to be interesting because now I have a new perspective on the class, lol... Uh, heh heh, I wonder if Derek got his Kidney Stone issue resolved... So, as I sit here, searching for something else to write, I am remembering all these things that I'm supposed to remember.. OH! just thought of one more. I shall list them here and look here later, thereby remembering all the necessary things. Ok, um, lets see..: 1) Clean the cheese off the bottom of my shoe. 2) Give Kels 3 bucks 3) Return The Picture of Dorian Gray 4) Get quote from guy in my math class, as well as from Bryn. 5) Find the memory book. Ok, done. Over and out.

I'm pretty much a weirdo

Yeah, so, like the title says, I'm a weirdo. I'm doing my bio on the comp. So far I have my name... but I will do my bio. Really. No joke. I just gotta..think. So, yeah, today was pretty sweet. I was acting kind of like a spazmoid in Stats; I like that class cuz Plewa really doesn't care... Lawrence and his friends went outside to play frisbee, I think. Anyway, yeah, Stats was sweet. Julie, lol, is sooooo cute and funny. Um, yeah, Yearbook was basically sweet and awesome and I feel like I climbed a mountain, I accomplished such a feat. (sp? I guess its feat... it's not feet...) Um yeah. The school is scary at night. And then driving home Kels and I smelt Propane.. apparantly two planes hit or something. Yeah. Intense. So.. I'm actually trying to do my bio now... It's uh, pretty tough, ..I kinda can't really do it.. esp. not on the computer. Oh well. Tomorrow's gonna be sweet though. English is gonna be pretty boring for the next few weeks, because of the fact that I read Animal Farm way in advance...Baas doesn't know yet..I don't wanna like stand on top of a desk and scream at the top of my lungs "I read the book in one night, just like YOUU, because you're AMAZING!!!" Yeah. Wouldn't really work. So, for now, I cannot decide if my life is going to lull into monotonous (wow monotonous is a monotonous word, man) nothingness, or if my life is going to be even crazier now that I am in no way, shape, or form tied to anyone. Really. I'm hoping for a pleasant mixture between the two, but now I've got J and C to think about, haha. They need to get out of my dreams though... So, I'm sitting here (stalling very very much) staring at this Sonic Card I won (wooooooooooo!), and I'm kinda thinkin I should use it. I stole a fry from Simone today at lunch (they actually weren't hers..) and it was mighty fine. Yeah, I'm thinkin I should go to Sonic sometime. I only go there with Kels and her family. Yeah. Man, I need another pic. Like the opa balloon one... wait phone...
back, it was just my sister's stupid friend. Hey, know what? It just hit me that I think it was around this time last year that I got my first blog. yoshiwerd. Yesterday was my 'rents anniversary. ok, pic..

kristen, my cousin julia, cousin tommy, danny, me, Dziadzio (my mom's dad), and big psyco Jon. At the park. What a bunch. aren't we sweet?

Three things

(above) My bro and sis on the couch

(above) my dogs, Buster and Bingo

I've decided three things:

I need more pictures on my blog. Pictures are interesting. My blog is boring.

I cannot concentrate on one thing. I need to do some kind of work. Chores? School work that I really need to do? I cannot do it! I need some ridalin or something

Powerschool is stupid. Especially the fact that parents have access to it. Just mail home grades like before!!!

Okay, I'm done.

Here's a picture of my dorky grandpa (opa):

(sorry you have to turn your head sideways to look at it)



this is my comp:

Peace and Quiet

Finally. I haven't posted in a few days, I've been busy/ I haven't had my internet. But now I do. Trick or Treating was an adventure...I'm pretty sure that was my last time ever trick or treating again. Ever. Lisa and Derek almost killed each other. Hm. Well, then on um um um Thurs? Yeah I think it was. Anyway, Thursday Pastor's wife had a baby, Madison Elizabeth. I haven't seen her yet; I dont' know if I will tomorrow or not. Oh boy.. tomorrow. Should be interesting. I still haven't talked to Drew for almost two weeks. But anywayyy, today I got up early. Meh. And btw, my day started out weirdly because I woke up and I was all "Woah....I can SEE." See, I had accidentally left my contacts in. And fallen asleep. that's the first time I've done that all night. Eeek. Then I rush around, got ready in less than 10 minutes, and was about to run out the door when Kels calls and says that the pancake breakfast is cancelled. So I decided to stay home. My sister had a piano lesson (not me, yay, cuz I didn't practice-no time), then my brother sister and I went on a big long walk/ hike exploring thing. Behind Pinon and by rocketship park. It was pretty crazy. We had a lot of fun but almost stepped on a cactus. We found this really cool walking stick but ended up not taking it home because my sister was convinced that that was 'illegal.' Psh. Then we came home, Danny had a hot dog, we watched Bob the Builder, then he fell asleep. I finished Animal Farm...which is due in like, several weeks. Yeah. I acutally really really liked it. I don't know why I couldn't put it down...odd.. Righto, I should do precal, yay vectors! At least it's easy...


I found this sign insanely funny when I first viewed it (whenever it was I first saw it..) and it actually made me laugh out loud. We all need more things that do that make us laugh out loud.

Almost trick or treating time

Almost time to go trick or treating-- I'm a Topper, yeah man. I totally won the Most School Spirited costume. Yeah, well not much time, I don't know if Lisa's coming. I had a tamale for dinner, it was good. Ackk I still have to do English! And I like, really need to do it because Ms. Baas is basically awesome and I really like her; Sarah said I was the teacher's pet. I love that class, it's my faaaavorite. And I have it everyday! I gotta go in early tomorrow to finish the test though, I only finished number one! Yikes. I gotta try and call Lisa

Ugh, I'm RIdiculously tired

Man. I just finished registering for the SAT. It took about a billion million aeons. Sheesh. I'm way tired. Even with the extra hour of sleep. I went to church today, saw Samuel get baptized ( he's so cute!!!) and then went to El Paragua with everyone. (Everyone meaning the Schotties, the Haertlings (pronounced Hartlings), and the Haertlings (pronounced Hurtlings). It's reallly supposed to be Ha(with an oumlout [sp?])rtling. Yeah. Well. I have my internet. For over an hour. Which was a result of: my totally freaking out, my throwing Danny's cars, my realizing that what I had just done was stupid, my telling Dad I was sorry and that I just didn't like the fact that he was treating me like a small child, and then him changing his mind and giving me the internet. Yeah. Well, now I think I'm going to go to bed, or go watch TV or something. Note to self: Megan wants me to rent Phantom of the Opera and watch it by next Sunday. I also want to rent The Breakfast Club. Tomorrow will be ok. It will be more than ok. I got alll my homework done (except a 'few' statistics problems that I 'couldn't do.') I really got all my Precal done though! I need to remember to go into Bio tomorrow at lunch to finish corrections! Seriously. Ok. Bed.

I'm at cute Kate's house! (Weird!)

Well, this is pretty interesting, I'm at the Whitley's house, and I'm babysitting Kate. She's really cute...and now finally in bed. They're really nice; I'm totally happy.. and I'm listening to pandora.com. Well, I was... until I heard a noise, got extremely freaked out, and X'd out of everything. I went to the Halloween Carnival...several people had no clue what I was supposed to be. I'm dead tired, btw, I feel like I could conk out any second... which is why I'm doing something, anything... They should be home pretty soon. Aww, poor Kate she cried when I had to put her to bed. I just wanna drive home and dive into my bed. Tomorrow Samuel Henry Carmer gets baptized! Arg. Tomorrow I gotta do bio (yuck) and English. And vacuum. I have totally totally got to do bio corrections this week!!! Oy. Ok, I'm getting off now. I'll check my email...again. I'M SO TIRED!!! (Probobly because I only had a few hours sleep last night...)

My life is way different than it used to be

Yesterday I was pretty busy, and had to stay way after school for yearbook. I'm so happy I got (ooh, better be careful of what I say) my project done. It looks awesome, and Kelsey's copy is AMAZING!!! Then I sped down to WR to get Shannon ( found out Drew's girlfriend's name: Elizabeth. Elizabeth Ho-something. Yeah. That's right. HO. She's a dumb blond ho. Wait, I won't say that, that's mean. Nevermind. ) Then we handed out candy but this weird guy Jonathan was there, talking about drugs and not eating for days and being 'emo.' I was pretty much seriously depressed there, I couldn't deal with how different it was than last year... So then things got better when I went to Lisa's dad's house for a sleepover. I had a lot of fun. ... We watched Office Space. (Milton is so funny!) Then talked in the dark in Lisa's room for hours. About...everything. Pretty much everything. I'm kind of glad that I was able to talk about everything I'd really never said to my friends. I'm feeling like, with all these odd things, all these changes, and just the fact that we're all getting older, my life is really changing. Well, now I'm trying to get a few things done before I leave for the Halloween Carnival at Mountain School. Then I have to leave at 5:30 from that to go babysit a 2 year old girl named Kate. Okay. Over 'n out.
Oh! If you are reading this, check this out! www.pandora.com It pretty much rocks...literally

First post on new blog

Well, I've been wanting to make a good blog for a while now (I've started two total in my life-time; both were failures), but was really lacking motivation. Talking to Julie today on the phone though, I decided to actually make one. So. My first post on my NEW, IMPROVED blog, hurrrrrah! I sound way more excited than I really am... in reality I'm quite tired and fed up with the world. People who know me know what I'm talking about, I should think. Well, let us not dwell on the yucky things, um, let's talk instead of the positive things. Good things about tomorrow: 1) It's a Friday. Fridays are good. 2) I did all my homework for tomorrow. Mostly. Close enough. 3) I'm going to yearbook tomorrow, and I will hopefully get really far on the Girls Soccer page. [yay, Ms. Seitz did NOT cuss me out; I'm actually an okay layout designer-- Score!!] 4) After school I'm doing trick or treat on Mainstreet with Shannon... sure to be a very, um, interesting experience. Maybe I can get some answers tomorrow. We'll see? 4 good things about tomorrow already! My life is pretty, um what's the word? Intense. Yes, my life is pretty intense. And screwed up. Badly. ..
But, really, things really aren't as bad as I'm percieving them to be, you know? I really don't have it that bad in the scheme of things. Besides, as Maria said yesterday afternoon, "There are a whole bunch of guys out there." So, though I may feel very confused and may even feel like I'm being stabbed every time I see him with that dumb ass blond chick, things are okay. I'm chill. Peace out.I'm so going to bed:



I'm not gonna let some pansy thing like this take hold of me, I can deal. Come on, World, toss whatever ya want at me, I can take it. Um. Yeah...