A Long Time in Coming

I haven't written on this thing for so long that i nearly forgot the name to my own blog. I don't know why it occured to me to sign on, but I've been catching up on a lot of things lately that I've been meaning to do and never did. Including my summer reading. Ugh. School starts in two days, which is beyond scary, but I am attempting to enjoy my last fleeting days of vacation to the fullest.

PMS...the real period

Post-Mannheim Syndrome. As in, I can't wait to get as far away from this place as possible. The symptoms are all the same as PMS: the insane stress levels, the upset stomachs, the feeling like you want to bite everyone's head off....the cravings for ice cream and other sweets....

Ah, the end of the school year. Don't we love it.

Right now, as my turkey burger sizzles away on the stove, I sit here, typing this instead of my homework, and thinking about all I have left to do. Here's me ignoring it.

It is so hard for me to do ANYTHING right now, let alone the project, two papers, and finals I'm supposed to be working on. Ugh. I don't even want to talk about it, that's how dead my brain is.

We got third in soccer Europeans. Whooo us. Tia's birthday party is this weekend, so I think I'll go workout or something now so I can fit in my swimsuit for it. Adam's going to be there...

In the last Lost episode I watched, the one before the season finale, Charlie made a list of the five best things that had ever happened to him in his life, because he thought he was going to die, and wanted his girlfriend to know that she was the best thing that ever happened to him. After nearly crying over how heartbreaking that was, I began to wonder. What are the five best things that have ever happened to me??

I will get back to you guys on that...but what do you think?

Elephants. Don't ask.

Blogging is like exercising. You start, and it is hard at first, hard to think of what to write. Then it seems so great and new that you make sure you do it all the time, and wonder what the heck is wrong with everyone else for not sharing your enthusiasm. The true similarity however, is that when you stop either one, for a period as short as a few days, it is so hard to make yourself start again.

So goes my pathetic excuse for not writing. For several weeks. Heh heh.

So recap, my mother is speaking to me again, after much groveling and checking of her math homework on my part. We lost our soccer game at the Black Forest, but we won the Conference Championship so who the heck cares? Besides Mr. Crockett that is...
I got to start, and I personally did well, I got to socialize with others for a whole day in a beautiful part of Europe, and we stopped at really nice places to eat. I'm good with that.

After the soccer game, on the bus ride back, Joe suddenly called back from the front that I was supposed to walk home with him, because all our parents and my brother went to see Spiderman 3 and I was locked out. So I get back (before Joe, he walks slow) in my soccer p.j.'s, smelling really bad (BFA had a lack of showers), starving, with my hair askew and my eyes so bloodshot from tiredness/contacts that I looked like a demon. Well, according to Christina. But I didn't care.

Anyways, so Jacob fed me, and gave me his spot on the couch. I completely crashed. Ugh. I vaguely remember Adam saying that he was going to bed, then Joe, and then Jacob turning off the lights so I could sleep. When his dad found me who knows how many hours later, he tried to wake me up, but it was not happening. My dad half-carried me home. Sigh....

Good side to that: When I showed up at their house this morning wearing a dress and being, um, clean, I apparently looked really good by comparison. Well, Jacob and Adam liked it anyways.

So now, after a very long but nevertheless fun soccer practice in the pouring rain, I am writing a paper on food in Canada. Or supposed to be. Then I have to cook something to go along with it. I'd feel kind of bad for my classmates if the idea of them eating my cooking wasn't so darn funny.

I've been exercising my butt off lately. Yoga, cardio, and soccer, everyday. It is starting to show. I actually feel good looking for the first time in my life. That's a good thing right??
I feel rather bad for my mom though, because she just got back from the doctor's, where they told her she was obese and may have asthma. Ouch. There is only one plus to news like that. She has to exercise. And I get to be her trainer. Muah hahaha....

A Twist of Fate, whether cruel or not

Instead of going to the prom with Jacob, I end up helping him shop for his outfit so he can match his date. From my point of view, and previous hopes, that's rather messed up, but I think it showed me something.

Now is not the time.

With something less than my usual confidence, I am able to say I may be able to wait three years, and not be completely heartbroken. What would have happened? If he had asked me out, and made it the whole year, there is almost no possible way we would stay together while he was gone. He wouldn't want to. And then it would have been over. I've realized that the thing I love more than anything else is just being around him, and I don't need to be going out with him to have that. Maybe in the (very) distant future, something will happen, but for now, the best thing I can do is be his friend. Which is all either of us wanted in the first place. I'm just kinda slow that way.

So yesterday. I got home and we dashed to the PX to get my haircut for prom. I've discovered why everyone told me NOT to get my hair cut there. They don't wash your hair, just squirt it with water, and when I asked for layers she gave me a head of three different lengths clomped together so it looks like I cut it myself with a knife. However, my hair is light enough now, that it curls naturally like it used to, so that helped disguise the uneveness to the point that it actually looks really good. And if I actually straighten my hair, I thing it will look kind of jagged and not half bad. So disaster avoided on the whole, but I'm going somewhere else next time.

Then we hopped over to the PX to get jewelry, and discovered Ms. Ward there looking for a dress to wear when she chaperoned prom. So I got tons of pretty black jewelry to wear with my homecoming dress, and a gold and green braclet I completely love. It ended up this one summer dress she wanted didn't fit her at all, so I got it and tried it on and it looked REALLY good. For me anyways.The first words out of Nancy's mouth were, "You have a J.Lo butt." I think I've got that by now. She made me part my hair off to the side, which is what my mom has been desperately trying to get me to do for years, and made me keep it that way. At least I can see out of one eye now....

So I got the summer dress, which I think you would all freak over, and I'm going to wear it to school. Do do do doo do do do doo DUN........

Then Nancy asked if we wanted to go to the mall with her and Jacob. Of course, we said yes. We dropped my brother back off at the house, and then picked up Jacob. It took Adam a sec to notice my hair, but Jacob saw it. He says it looks waaaaaay better curly. I think I agree. So we went to the mall, and searched for a teal tie to match his date's dress (we had a sample) and i bought a white shrug to wear over the summer dress. We couldn't find one in the first store, so we went to C&A and found him a tie. His mom still hadn't got her dress, so we began getting her one's to try on. For the heck of it, I thought I'd try one on. It was brown and gold, and so not normally me. But I tried it on and it fit. Really well. Then Jacob said he really liked it on me, so you know what? I got a new dress. It was only about $70, because all prom dresses were on sale. i already had the shoes to go with it to, but I had forgotten about them, so I went with Jacob and tortured him for a good half-hour as we searched for shoes for me.

Nancy was still trying on dresses, so my mom gave us money and we went to go get a drink. Somehow caffiene ended up as two fruit cups, a Fanta, and kiwi-orange juice. Jacob got that, and let me try some. It was heavenly. She finally found a dress, two actually, and the hilarious part is, Jacob had picked both of those out for her two days ago when they went, and she had refused to try them on. Jacob gets the prize for best sport ever, after going shoe shopping, giving fashion advice, and having to sit in the middle of the ladie's underwear department where the dressing rooms were. Oh yes. And missing America's Next Top Model. God, that show...

So I have a dress, Nancy has a dress, jacob has a tie, and almost all is well in the world. Prom is tomorrow, and my dad is going to be driving five girls back and forth from the dance, though he doesn't know it yet. Muah hahahahahaha.....

No fancy title...I'm GOING TO PROM!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok go that out of my system. And no, I'm not going with anyone unfortunately, but my senior friends are sponsoring me so I can go!! I even got this nifty picture frame as my prom gift. (lol) It was either that or a cellphone keychain, and considering I don't have a cell phone....well....

I went into the main office at lunch to get my ticket with all the other last-minute-ers?? Anyways, in the complete pandemonium in the office, it was easy for David and Katie to buy my ticket, because I wasn't allowed to, and we got David a new form for his date, because he LOST HIS. Poor guy, he spent the whole night trying to get all the signatures. I'm just going to wear my homecoming dress though, because I'd rather have that two hundred dollars for Michigan thank you very much, and I'm not going WITH anyone so it's not as important.

Friday though I'm going to go to practice, then the pasta party, then spend the night at Tia/Sarah's, wake up, go to soccer game, then go back to Tia's and get ready for Prom. Jeeeez...

I'm going to have soooooo much fun though. I hope. I desperately hope.

Haven't been so happy

Yesterday was...nearly perfect. If the Varsity girl's team had won, it would have been. My mom walked me to the school, and I got there at exactly 4:45. In the morning. Bleh...
I was loaded down with my bags/pillow/blanket/everything else on this earth that my mom thought I could possibly need, and loaded most of it below the bus. Bonus though, because she actually let me bring the iPod. I sat next to Jen for the....hmmm...five hour bus ride? yeah. But I slept the whole time except the last half hour, in which Mr. Crockett made SURE we were all up. When I did wake up however, I realized something. I was more awake than I've been in two months! Hmmmm...

So we got to Vilseck, and started exclaiming over everything we drove by because this base? Has houses. REAL houses. Like with stretching lawns and multiple floor levels and garages ect ect. And not just for the officers either, like with ours. These houses were EVERYWHERE. It was so pretty.

The track/field (pretty) was in a kind of valley thing, or at least it was at the bottom of a downward slope. The bleachers stretched all across the edge of the field and were built into the hill, so they weren't metal or uncomfortable. behind the bleachers the hill extended into some trees before reaching a fence, so there was shade if you wanted it. We did lose the first game, pretty badly, but I couldn't honestly say I felt bad about my performance because I didn't get to play. We stripped off our shin guards and crap pretty quickly while the guys got ready to play, and promptly fell asleep tanning on the bleachers, all stretched out with our new sweaters as pillows. We were attempting to fix our soccer tans (dumb shin guards) but our thighs just got more tans as our legs did, so all of us are still messed up. Oh well.

The second game was amazing. I was playing right defender, and I was jus tinto it. I got every 50-50 ball, played all the defensive positions when the others couldn't make it, but most importantly I was fast. And not tired at all, which is DEFINETLY a first. Better yet, the coach noticed it. Ha, well that's what he gets for not putting me in the first game. We all played so much harder than varsity, because we were fueled by rage. Our team shouldn't have lost so we were like rar, let's win. Afterwards was another tanning session, and then we hung out under the lovely shaded trees and ate our hordes of gummi bears that all of had brought. Everyone had either an ipod or a book, and for the first time, I was with them at that. Well, first for the ipod. I got the book thing dooooown.

We went to shower at the Vilseck gymnasium, and we got individual showers, but the guys all had to share one big one. They complained for hours. We went to their PX to go to the food court, and they had like 8 different places to eat! Not fair!!!!! I picked up a comic for my brother at the Bookmark, and we all raided the Baskin Robbins. Poor guy, there was only one man working the whole thing. The bus ride back was a bit more talkative, but mostly more ignoring of everyone and pathetic attempts to sleep in the seats that suddenly seemed much smaller and uncomfortable than they had that morning. I got back, but I found out two days later that I had left my cleats on the bus. And Coach Crockett found them Whoooooops......

But over all, though I can't really say way, I was at complete peace the whole day. I think that was why I was able to completely get into the game and get every ball. I hade made a mistake the game before, because I wasn't fast enough to stop this girl from scoring. I needed one more step, and I hadn't got it. This game though, the same thing was about to happen, and I stopped her enough that the goalie was able to get it. For once, I was actually happy with myself. I guess I haven't been lately.

Oh yes and sorry if this was boring. I just wanted a record for myself.

Toodle de doop SQUEAK

Ok, I've given up on getting you guys to comment on my last entry. I'm about to run off to a band thing on another base for THE WHOLE DAY!! I'M MISSING WORLD REGIONS!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So yeah. Yesterday we had our lovely band concert, where we trooped out on stage to not-so-thunderous applause, and played our songs, not as badly as the Christmas concert. The drama people (Kirsten and company lol) were putting on an act from their play during the middle of it, and they were attempting to represent a crystal ball with a hamster ball. At the beginning I vaguely heard Jacob say, "Is that a HAMSTER wheel?!?" but I didn't pay much attention, so at the middle I was suddenly like "Is that a HAMSTER wheel?!?" And he's like omg your so slow Rachael. heh heh. It was good though, and I got pineapple at the end. Mmmmmm....

ANYWAYS...

Today. Yeah. Back now from band field trip. We got on the bus after fetching our instruments from the band room, and headed over to the USO to catch the shuttle to Coleman Barracks. I sat next to Jacob on the way there, and when we got there, they stuck us in the sections we would normally be in, with the Army Band. It was nice, because they are actually a band, rather than our pathetic excuse for one, and it reminded me of band at East. Large, and they can actually play. So i got put with their first clarinet, Tristan with their second, and Jacob with their two thirds. I lucked out, needless to say, getting the good looking one, but by the end, I'm not sure it was worth it. They were all insanely good. I would just look back at Jacob while we were playing, and we would raise our eyebrows and shake our heads. We didn't even deserve to be in the same room as those people.

Then we split up to get our individual section lessons from those with our instruments, and it wasn't to bad, though they wasted most of our time trying to get us to sing our notes before playing them. Yeah right.
We went to lunch at the mess hall place that my dad had taken us to on Thanksgiving for the Army Dinner, and got lunch, which was actually pretty good and made us all mourn the loss of a cafeteria. By then, we still had two hours left. So we went bowling. Muah hahahahahaha....

Jacob got an 180. Four strikes in a row, and two before that. Ugh. Not fair. I was bowling with no socks and a blister, because genius me decided to wear flip flops that day. Do you know how gross that is?

The rest of the day was devoted to chasing down the ice cream man, and catching the bus back. The ride back my mind went blissfully blank, and I really wasn't thinking about anything, except how much I want to go home. To Traverse. To you guys. Jacob asked if I wanted to go see a movie, but nothing good was playing so we scratched that. I needed to go home anyways. Saturday, we've got a soccer game in Vilseck, and we have to be at the school at 4: 45 A.M. Tell you anything?

Just No Freaking Way

This morning I got up, and I felt sick. Not to horrible, but just enough that I was like bleh, Monday....

I went in to see why my mom hadn't woken me up (Dono did, not to early this time) and she was asleep. Of course, on my way out of her room she woke up, because apparently I'm incapable of being quiet. She asked me to wake up my brother for her, and then asked if I was feeling well, because I looked sick. I said no, but prepared to go to school anyway, even though she said I could stay home. So I got sorta ready (slowly) and attempted to untangle the wreck that was my hair. That's when I realized I didn't see any clean laundry anywhere.

The clothes that I had washed last night were still in the washing machine, including ALL my pants/capris/anything else I could put on my butt, so I chucked it all in a dryer and waited. Well, guess what. It didn't dry in time. So I put on my very wet pair of pants, which was not at all pleasant, especially not with the fan going in my room. I went in to my mom's room again to ask her if there was any chance they would dry on the way to Adam's. She felt the bottoms and shook her head, once again telling me to stay home. And you know what? I was done arguing.

So the rest of today was spent sleeping, helping my mom with her homework, sleeping, eating, napping, yoga, andddddddd sleeping. My mom had to right a narrative essay describing a person/event in her life, so she chose me when I was eleven, writing about the Carpet House. You all remember that of course. Ugh. How could we forget? It was interesting though, to edit her essay, because I gained some insight about what she expects of me in the future, and how she thinks my mind works. The scary part is, she was pretty close, but I think she thinks I'm smarter than I am. Gulp.

So now I'm devouring a turkey burger, (which actually aren't half bad) swallowing Motrin, (not simultaneously) and wondering how the heck I spelled simultaneously right without spell check. Huh. Anyways....yeah. Another episode of My Boring Life. I need to call Adam about my homework, sigh.

Oh yes, and my yahoo! horoscope, which Lydia and I have always found to be right, just says I'm not doing much of anything today. Correct again...

Never Let Go

I am officially incapable of making up my own mind. I'll convince myself that I don't need Jacob, because he's already so much my friend why should I need anything else? He's leaving and there is nothing left to salvage or improve. There is nothing I CAN do. So I tell myself, ok, we're done. I'm going to let the friend thing stand. And stand strong. Then I tell Adam that I'm giving up. And always he looks at me and asks, "Why?" It's almost accusatory, yet understanding, and then I begin to ask myself all over again. Why? Why would I give up? It isn't like he did anything. Who else is there besides Adam that I could even bring myself to like? And then I see Jacob again, and he says something, whether simple or not, but behind it I detect such sincerity that it cements my love for him all over again, until my mind can begin to chip it away. Then I'll tell Adam I can't, and he says, "Again?" But he knows I won't be able to stop liking Jacob until he leaves, and maybe not even after that. Because no matter what I tell myself, there is something about being around Jacob that makes me feel like I can say whatever I want, that makes me simply, inexplicably happy, even if we aren't doing anything. And he won’t judge me for it. That’s so hard to find.

I hope to god Adam never shows him this. Or at least waits until he's on the other half of the world.

Ok enough of that. Soooo....

I just got lemon ice cream from the ice cream man. Apparently we have new neighbors (across the street, darn) because they came out to. Seem nice enough. Soccer's started up again, and we all got punished severely with running for not exercising over spring break. Hey, at least I went once. I went running with Jacob towards the end, and we went off base in the woods. It was so pretty...actual trees....

We got our report cards today, because we didn't have school, just parent teacher conferences. I got all A's, one A-. *gasp* The principal says if my Terra Nova scores were good, and my grades A's all year in language arts, *cough A+ cough* then she will let me take AP English next year. WHOOOOOO!! I mean...AHHHHHHH NOOOOO!!

I'm going to go get my hair cut next week with Jacob and our moms. How should I get it cut? Ideas people. It's really long now, and I kinda like it that way....

I've been so ecstatic ever since my parents told me I could go home. It's like nothing, not even Ms. Flavan, can get me down, because I have this bubbly feeling inside of me that puts everything into perspective. Like, After this year I'll never see you losers again AND I'm leaving the country! Neh neh neh neh NEH neh.

Heh heh. But seriously, when I feel like throwing something at her when she tells me to study for the memory map, or when Mr. Rausch tells us to play "Lightly Latin" AGAIN, I just smile and daydream about jumping in the lake. Ahhhhh....

READ NOW

I WILL WRITE MORE WHEN I GET HOME FROM SCHOOL, BUT FOR NOW ALL YOU GUYS NEED TO KNOW IS.....

I GET TO COME HOME THIS SUMMER!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Found the Point

I TALKED THEM AROUND ALMOST!! I got my dad to sympathize with me enough that he's now looking into plane tickets for Traverse, but he said I had to clear it with Mom and the Wards. Yeah, like that was hard. The Wards anyway. I called Anna and immediately got clearance for a month's stay, which also helped my story with my mom. She wasn't going to let me go back! She was all like, "Wouldn't it just hurt you more to have to leave them again..." and I'm like no duh, but not as much as never seeing them again!! Jeez! But I think I've got her turned around. Plane tickets, plane tickets, plane tickets, la dee dah...

Yesterday my mom had a biology experiment that required her killing off four plants with "acid rain" so I called over to my other Wards, who happened to be going to Commisary anyway and got a ride. From Jacob, who still has no licence but OH WELL. I get over there and ANDY walks out of Adam's room. HE DYED HIS HAIR BLOND!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! It actually doesn't look bad, but every time I look at him no I see an Andy-Matt combo lids! It's unnerving. So we all went and Adam got cabbage while Jacob helped me find plants. Then we went back to the house and I lazed around, until my mom booted both me and my brother out. It was play outside or clean house. Brother or chores. Gulp. So I actually played baseball with my brother (sigh) but it was nice to see that I hadn't completely lost the ability to catch a baseball. Then we decided to bike down to the PX to go get food rather than face my mom and the house, so we did, and when we got there, Adam and his mom were in the hair section picking out more dye!

JACOB WANTS TO DYE HIS HAIR BLACK! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Anyways...so yeah. We got an invitation to eat dinner over there, and so we went home to change and my brother realized he had forgotten that he was already going over to someone's house. So I went by myself, and spent the evening watching American Idol, eating the spiciest cabbage soup I have ever had, and dyeing Adam's hair more blonde. It was fun, and I got out of cleaning. Muah hahahahaha...

I got home and stayed up till two in the morning buying folk music on iTunes (shush I like it) and now I've woken up to the glorious task of checking my mom's algebra homework. Sigh...

Top O' the morning to ya

Always the Wrong Season

I feel like ripping my hair out. Or, I would, except I like my hair. This year was good. Great. Wonderful. Well, except for me constantly hating Germany, and hating the fact that it kept me from Traverse City and...ok hating almost everything. Besides the people I met. Except even this was only wonderful because I kept expecting things to happen that didn't, or...or loving people who wouldn't love me back. So now I'm more than positive that next year is going to suck. Because not only are all those people leaving, but I don't even have any misconceptions, or hopes I suppose, to cling to. This might have been a good thing, except for me this just all makes me depressed. At least I've got my cat, whose up on the computer desk right now where he's not supposed to be, with his head on my hand (which admittedly makes it hard to type) and purring, so I don't have the heart to get him off.

I realized something. I was beginning to think, around January, (forgive me you guys) that even if I could move back I didn't know if I'd want to. I'd want to move, but not ditch everyone here. Well guess what. After this year, if someone handed me a plane ticket I'd be on that plane without any thoughts of coming back, and my only tears would be for leaving Adam, and not being able to see Jacob at Christmas. I want to go home. Now. Like zap, here I am! But I can't do that unfortunately, and my butt's to big for me to squeeze through the phone. So whose got that plane ticket??

I need book therapy. I need a large sum of money and a jaunt to Borders, where I spend extravagant amounts of that money at one time, and my iced latte tastes especially good because the cafe workers know that I just spent extravagant amounts of money. At one time. It tends to work that way, don't ask me why. I need to repeat this process every other day for a month and I'll be all set. And I'll have a significantly larger, and fuller bookshelf. The reason I have so many books is because of trips such as described above, though my extravagant amounts of money tended to be so because I couldn't bring myself to buy anything else. I worked for my mom and whaa la! Books! Now she has no job, which means I don't, and no job + no money= no books. My rate of books bought (lol sorry) has slowed to a trickle, and I'm stuck here waiting for my next shipment, absurdly grateful that I can get any over here at all without learning a new language.

And now I've bored you all to tears. Math on Spring Break and me rambling on and on about something you guys don't care about. Except for Nikki, and even you aren't as obsessed as I am and you know it. Now your sitting there thinking, "Thank God" because I just realized this whole blog sounds really conceited. But I'm not going to erase it. Sigh...

I watched "The Holiday" yesterday, and I really liked it, but I couldn't help but wonder why I never watch these things when they come out. Around Christmas. When you're supposed to. It's kinda like how I always sing Christmas carols in July, and it drives Anna nuts to the point where she orders me to eat another popsicle just so I'll shut up. Of course, you can hum even through a popsicle if you really try. Heh heh.

Hitchhikers Guide to...Europe

On our way through the picturesque villages and mountains we encounter...hitchhikers. While slowing down to turn a curve just loaded with traffic, suddenly there are two guys with their thumbs sticking out. There is instant paranoia exploding in my supposedly smart brain, and when I hear my dad say "There's no room" I assume that he is talking about in the car for people rather than on the road. So I shriek "drive faster!!!" and they of course all give me extremely odd looks. This kinda made up for my dad calling the Bavarian Alps the Swiss Alps on the dumbness scale, which we had all been teasing him about mercilessly for the past half hour.

Then as we make it back on the sorta highway, we pass a hill, where on the top there is a fenced off area filled with tons of creatures that sorta looked like camels. My mother immediately exclaims that they are not camels, but llamas, which she can tell oh so certainly from so far away. My oblivious brother, once away from the hill, begins scanning the area and asking what camels??? I told him that they were invisible camels, and for a second, he looked like he believed me. Then my mom muttered, "Llamas."

So began our Easter adventure, with the invisible camel-llamas in the Swiss Alps. What is wrong with our family? Don't answer that.

The rest of the trip would have been wonderful, with our visit to Neuschwanstien Castle, or however the heck it's spelled, and the german food, and the hotel, and and and...but I was sick the whole time so that slightly ruined it for me. Then we came home to unpack and clean stuff. Fun fun.

So now I am ignoring chores and my movie, which I shall return to now. The movie at least.

Chocolate Predators

My mom doesn't normally have me help out with her homework, but today she did. I hope she gets assignments like this one more often.

In her biology class, they are studying evolution, a.k.a. how species get eaten by other species, and how that effects reprodution rates. That is not what I had to help her with. All I had to do, to conduct an experiment, was take 80 M&Ms, 20 of four different colors, and she would see how many I could pick up with my thumb and forefinger only, in a set amount of time. And I could only pick them up one at a time to drop them in the cup. So she timed me, and it was great because, being so close to Easter, the M&M's had little sheep and bunny drawings on them. I was the wolf. Every little sheep, excuse me, piece of chocolate I picked up, was one I was carrying off to be eaten. Convenient huh? I started off getting a ton, and then I kept dropping them off the counter in my haste to get as many as I could. The sheep fell off the cliff. What could I say? They were suicidal.
After a while, the M&M's were getting sticky-ish, and it was harder to pick them OFF my finger. My mom got slightly annoyed.
"C'mon Rachael, I need you to pick up more."
"Yeah, well this wolf's getting tired. And hungry."
The M&M's still left in the bag had swiftly become greatly reduced in numbers.

Then later, Brent and Jacob came over, basically to swipe our iTunes. The copied all our songs, but hey, we get theirs to. While we waited for everything to download, those two left for the commissary, and my parents went the post office. When Jacob and Brent go back, the songs were done, and they briefly told me how much fun I would have in Garmish (where we are going tomorrow. Resort thingy) and that I better have a bikini for the hot tub because lots of guys would be there. Well, Brent told me that part anyway. I said they didn't have to worry and I had the swimsuit part down. Then I mentioned my dad hadn't seen it yet. Heh heh heh...I'm doomed. Worse, they agreed.

So yeah. I just got done doing laundry and I'm about to take a nap. I seriously need to stop with the Ramon noodles, because that's pretty much all I've eaten in the past two weeks.

FOOOOOOOOOOOOD and Picatures....

It's the Spring Fest! I love it when Germans and Americans decide to have get-togethers like this because it means the best food stands ever. And rides, of course, but who really cares about that?!?!? Lalalalala.

Today was the last lovely day of the quarter and its SPING BREAKKKKKK!!!! Severe happiness. Today I ate brownies and got oh so beautiful soccer pictures of myself taken, and shot goals that actually went in, and got A 96 in algebra 2. Woot woot! So obviously I'm singing quite a different tune from yesterday....

Ooooh and my brother just got home from an Easter Egg hunt! Stealing his chocolate...

So yeah. I'm determined to learn how to dance..not so much like an idiot. 'Cause Lids, I'm sorry but your lessons didn't exactly help. I don't think I shall be particularly sucessful, but what the hey, no one can see me in my room.

Adam's off selecting his new puppy. I wish I could have gone, I love doggies. Kitties are better but man, golden retrievers are CUTE.

Oh yeah, and the biggest irony ever: My brother's basebal uniform this year are...the Cardinals. He came home screaming. Mister Cub's Fan has the St. Louis Cardinals uniform. Dad about killed him. For those of you who actually know what I'm talking about, you know how much this sucks for him. Which of course, makes it all the funnier to me.

Brain Malfunction

See? No witty title or smart remarks (Not that the rest were, but I was trying then so I have to pretend) Just my mind on a blank. Beeeeeeeeep. Like Anna's answering machine because SHE'S NEVER HOME AND I HATE LEAVING MESSAGES. I didn't even get to tell you happy birthday face to face! You better have had fun in Georgia...

Ok sorry, I'm sick and I'm being grumpy. Not a good excuse, but I'm pretending here too. I hven't been able to blog, because I can't get myself to do anything at all lately. Even right now I have the urge to get up and ditch the computer and make a Cup of Noodles. I'm not even hungry! Over the past two days that I have not gone to school (Right before spring break, pathetic, I know) I have attempted to make bracelets, (which all broke) do my homework (that I don't understand) and God forbid, draw something. You do not want to know how that turned out. I'm a mess. And I might know why. If I'm right then I'm...doomed. See? There I go again. I got another urge to say something that I'm not supposed to. It's not even that. I care that I'm not supposed to cuss or anything, but that's not the main reason I don't. It just isn't me. So am i turning into...not...me? That's it. I can't make myself do my homework. Not me. I can't bring myself to do yoga. Not me. I can't bring myself to look through the box of stuff from Traverse City under my bed, which always cheers me up. And that's so not me it's scary.

Somebody fix me please.

And while I'm complaining I might as well tell the rest of my worries so that Nikki and Lydia can yell at me to snap out of it.

#1. I don't really like hanging out with Christina. There is nothing wrong with her, but I just don't particularly enjoy spending time with most of the freshman here. Besides Adam of course. I've tried, really, though maybe not as hard as I could have, and it kinda hurts to know that the freshmen I just can't seem to enjoy spending time with are all I'm going to have next year. It also hurts to have to write that down. But it's the truth. I wanted to like them, because Adam does, and Adam wants me to like them. And now Adam's hanging out with Christina again, wich is what I wanted, and I don't overly want to be by her. That is not the biggest problem ever though, and I'm banking on the fact that Adam almost never reads this thing. I already feel horrible for saying all that, but it's my blog and I guess I shouldn't be afraid to write anything down...

Next

#2. They are leaving. Each and everyone of them. The seniors. My friends, I'll have Adam next year, and Kirsten, but I won't have much of anyone one else. Help.

#3. Jacob is leaving. He might not consider me as much a friend as I consider him, and he probably doesn't, but he counts so much to me, and he won't be here. It's like losing one of you guys. Like losing Anna. Of course, you lot aren't really gone, because I still get to talk to you, but can I hope that much from him? He's coming back for Christmas. If I knew one of you were coming to see me, at anytime, I would spend all my time thinking and waiting for that day. Is it going to be like that for him? Am I going to spend the whole summer, all the way up to Christmas, waiting to see him again? I think so.

And here's my conclusion to all this whining. Girls should not blog right after reading the fourth Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Which I have. Neh neh Neh neh Neehhhh neh.

Take your pick

I had a sunny-side up day. It was wonderful, and things went well, and yes, the sun was out, but in the end...I'm still cooked. I have soooo much homework to do, and not enough time to do it. Ok, well I shouldn't technically be blogging then, but hey, my brain will explode if I don't.

So my lovely day...yes...

Well, let's skip far ahead shall we, to Seminar. We had to fill out these sheets about the Freshman in our grade, nominating people for the section of our yearbook that says things like "and the best smile goes to...."

So the categories were :
Best Smile: Mackenzie May
Class Clown: Rebecca Mitchell
Most Likely to be Tardy: uhh Brett Morgan. Definetly.
Smartest: I don't remember...
Friendliest: Adam!
Most Athletic: Tia Rosenstien
Future Millionaire: Adam...maybe
Most Responsible: Me...
School Spirited: Paula Vail (I had no clue actually)
Clumsiest : Me!
Most likely to trip over something (aren't those the same thing!?!)
Laziest: Brett Morgan
Best Dressed : Dana Diaz
Most involved : ???
Most Artistic : Ashley Southworth

and a couple others I don't remember

Now everyone in the seminar class was cheerfully writing down names, and telling everyone else what they put, and I looked at everyone's and I was down for smartest and most responsible on all of them. Now I have two questions.

First of all, are you really responsible when the only reason you don't do anything wrong is because your parents don't let you out of the house?

And secondly...are you a horrible person when you vote for yourself as most responsible...??

What! Nobody else does their homework!! At least that's a freshman. It was so annoying that we weren't allowed to vote for the other classes. Now I shall bore you all some more. Here's who I would have picked if I could have picked anyone I wanted to...

Best Smile: Jacob
Class Clown: Rebecca Mitchell
Most Likely to be Tardy: still Brett
Smartest: Sarah Rosenstien
Friendliest: Adam!
Most Athletic: Our school is over half athletes. Pick one.
Future Millionaire: Kirsten. You watch.
Most Responsible: Me
School Spirited: Pamela (is her last name O'brian?? dunno, but she's a cheerleader)
Clumsiest : sigh...still me
Most likely to trip over something: actually not me. Kirsten is worse. Barely.
Laziest: Brett Morgan
Best Dressed: Heather Cornell
Most involved: Liz Southworth
Most Artistic: Ashley Southworth

Not that you michiganders know any of these people, but to bad...

SOOO yeah. I went to practice and watched everyone else get better while I sat on the sidelines, unable to sprint due to my two new lovely knee braces. Yeah, I get the pleasure of wearing those for the next two weeks. You know how we all wanted just one, to look "sportsy" ?? Well guess what. They suck and having two of them makes you look plain stupid. Or like your going to pummel someone. Rar.

And of course, I'll have a really weird tan by the end of the week....

I got home and chucked all my soccer stuff in the corner where I'll probably collect it tomorrow morning. That is, unless my mom get's ahold of it, and in that case I won't have a uniform tomorrow due to my clothes being on their 5th trip through the laundry. My mom can't abide the smell of soccer socks.

I took a shower, and after I got dressed went into the kitchen to talk to my mom. Then suddenly..."HEY!!! HELLOOOOOOOO!!! OPEN UP GRANDMA!!!!" We turn to eachother and are like..."Brent??" So we buzz them in, and Jacob, Adam, and their grinnning dad come tramping in loaded down with enough junk food to...well...feed an army. I am wearing nikki's stolen light blue shorts, (as in she's never getting them back from me) and the coca-cola t-shirt that I swore I'd never wear to school because Jacob has the same one. Plus I don't like it. Well, so much for that. At least I had just shaved my legs, and I realized afterwards that I look more...muscular. As opposed to fatty, which is definetly better.

Now I wait for my mom to finish her part of my wonderful parent-child algebra 2 project.

Ok we are done. Nighty night.

Breaking the Rules...Almost

I just can't bring myself to do anything bad. I have a small voice in my head warning me not to do something I know i'm not supposed to. It's this siren that shrieks at me as loudly as my mom would if she found out what I was doing. I almost skipped the last half of multimedia with Jacob and went to Burger King, because we had to go play a band thing at the middle school and we came back with tons of time left in 2nd period. Now it wouldn't have been that bad, because our teachers weren't expecting us back anyway, but man...I was tempted. But I'm here now, fufilling the last few boring mintues of my class, and wishing I was somewhere, anywhere else. With Jacob of course.

Sigh...and Gym next to. What a way to brighten my day.

Jeez, when I get older Lids, I'm going to have the freaking Spaceballs virgin alarm going off in my head. Or homework alarms or dont-talk-back-to-teachers alarms (cough chapple cough)

Later-

Ok, day sufficiently brightened now. I went to taco bell with Jacob at lunch, and we were so worried that we'd be late for class after lunch, that we walked all the way there and back in about 15 min. Not even that much really. Oh well, it was so nice outside, and nice to to go somewhere with a friend rather than wait around. That's still not enough incentive for me to go to the bowling alley everyday with Adam, but it was fun for today. I never realized how much I missed Taco Bell...heh heh.

My mom's going to the PX today, and she's going to pick me up some more sewing needles so I can fix my white skirt where anna's dog ATE IT. Grrrr....
Anyway, if tomorrow is anywhere as nice as today was, I will wear that skirt with my only new shirt left, which is BRIGHT BLUE (I know shock, right? Kirsten about fell out of her chair when I showed it to her)

Soccer practice was alright, and I did better on most of the drills than I normally do, but my knees are so messed up I couldn't run very fast. I have a doctor's appointment Wednesday, but I had to sit out with two more drills left in the practice 'cause I couldn't walk. I did lots of push-ups and curl-ups instead. Then I ran the last two laps really slowly with Ali Robar. She was so nice, running exactly my speed so I wouldn't be last. We spent the whole time talking about clothes and guys, which is what I'm supposed to talk about normally. We always change in the bathroom, and I was in my sport's bra and she was like "WHOA!! YOUR WAIST IS TINY!!! WHY DON'T YOU WEAR TIGHTER CLOTHES?!?!" I laughed at that, and said I wished she wasn't the only person who thought that, and while we ran we complained about parents who won't buy us new clothes. Then we complained about guys who won't go out with certain people cause their tall... Since I left Traverse, I haven't really had anybody to talk to about stupid, pointless stuff, because I try so hard to be included with the older people who are more like me. Now I've got the seniors to include me on the soccer team, I can be as stupid as I want, because they are all...more relaxed. Especially Ali Cruz, Ali Robar, and Morgan. I'm so happy I joined soccer instead of softball.

Ok, done sounding soppy now. I need a shower an my mom's yelling at me to get off this thing.

Yoga Withdrawal

The past week my knees have hurt so much that I dreaded the need to walk. I couldn't figure out what was the matter with me, until I did my Physical Therapy and Yoga stretches and was fine. The coach told me that my intensive stretching and ab workouts the past month have helped me a lot, and while I'm running, the sudden lack of stretching is causing my joints and the spots I worked on to hurt. Plus, I hadn't been eating enough or something like that. Me, not eating enough.

Well, that was easily remedied. An excuse to pig out? Yes!

On Wednesday instead of practice, half the team he picked (and me) went to Viernheim to go scrimmage a german girl's team on a hardplotz (hard plots?) field. It's basically cement-like stuff, like tennis courts, covered in small gravel stuff. Descriptive, I know. Anyways, so we drive there, and it was freezing, but we had warm-ups so we at least had some feeling in our limbs. We practiced for a bit and started, but couldn't wear the warm-ups anymore because, well, we weren't warming up. I went in, but most of us got pulled out really quick because it was only an 8 v.s. 8 game including goalies. They scored, we scored and then it was half time. None of us really had any thoughts left except "cold....cold.....cold..." and gratefully clutched the semi-warm soft pretzels Becky brought while coach blabbed. Then I went in, and I actually did well. For me.

Half way through the second half it started raining, then snowing, then hailing, then we ended. It switched back to snow, and the moment we got into the cars it all stopped. I rode home with Becky so I wouldn't have to walk home from the school. I stumble inside, and my mom's like, wow your purple. This took me a bit to get, and after anxiously checking my skin I realized I had on purple soccer socks, coat and jersey. Heh heh...I'm slow...

Today--

We have a new project for Algebra 2. We have to teach our parents how to use a graphing calculator.

Dun dun DUN.....

We only had a half hour practice today because it was freaking COLD. I got called down to the office after school, because my dad had scheduled me for the Red Cross baysitting thing on saturday, when I couldn't go because of soccer, so I had to go talk to the principal and Mrs. Ward, and eventually just called the Red Cross and signed me up for the next class in a few months. When does my dad think I'm going to have time for babysitting anyway?!?

So we ran for a half hour straight and walked home in the rain. And now I'm going to beat Zelda. There's my life, pathetic as it may seem. Oh yeah, and I put Twilight on the back of my soccer hoodie. It was Kirsten's idea. God...I'm a dweeb. Jacob says I should have put Edward...

(p.s. Anna's probably the only one who got that)

Global Warming! We're all gonna die!!

Today...it snowed. Middle of March. And it snowed. Hailed actually. And naturally, or I suppose unnaturally, I didn't see a speck of this weather during winter. It was the weirdest thing. It would hail for five minitues, than abruptly stop, and when it started again you suddenly couldn't see. Like, where'd the world go and why's my vision white? It was freezing, it hurt when it hit you, and during the stopping periods it would melt and make the ground mud.

Of course, we expierienced all this lovely weather during our soccer practice today.

We are taking a field trip this wednesday to go play soccer against some German Girl's Team. And I got picked to go! We had a meeting today, and coach was like, those of you who didn't get picked, don't feel like your being snubbed, because you still get to practice with the boys team that day! (groans all around) -then- "ok fine, feel a bit bad, but if you just practice more a get better you'll get to go to these things!!"

Burrnnnnnnnn...

Now normally that would be me. I'm wondering when he's going to realize his mistake and be like ooops sorry didn't mean to include you...but I hope that doesn't happen.

I got four extra credit points in World Regions for turning in my Norway report early...nothing else going on really. Got our first real game this saturday, and hopefully our second win. I'm going to go into Mannheim sometime this week with Jacob, Adam, Sarah and Katie, if they don't have to cancel. I know, me, going somewhere? Out of the question.

My parents went to France today while we were in school, and they went to this one chinese restaurant (what happened to FRENCH?!?!) where there were mirrors for some of the walls. So my mom gets up and just happens to glance behind her at the mirror, and HER PANTS HAD COMPLETLY RIPPED!! She came home and was like, uhh Rachael? Guess what's wrong with this picture? I was like mom, I don't need to see your underwear.....oh.....wait.....!!!!!!!! At least this is one way to get her to buy new clothes for herself. Where's my scissors...

Carbs and Bloody Knees

Today was the best. Almost. I'm so sore right now that I'll think about how great it was later on. I woke up early, thanks to a certain grey fuzzball, check my email IN MY ROOM! (lol I'm dumb sorry) then played Zelda, and went to go to the mall with my mom. We cut through the soccer field where the guys were playing because THE TEAM WE WERE PLAYING AGAINST FORFEITED!!!! WHOOOOOO WE ARE UNDEFEATED!!! Go Mannheim? Anyways so I stopped by and talked to Jacob and Adam, and we all laughed at Joe 'cause he got taken out after being kicked in the...well, a certain area. Then we got on the Strauss and left.

I actually got new clothes. I'm amazed. I don't have nearly enough, even my mom admitted that, but it's something. We got back and raced off the burger king to meet the Wards (Jacob and Adam didn't show. Those losers, I'll get them later) and others to go play soccer at some German place. Still clutching my newly purchased soccer socks, which thank god don't have holes in the heels (blisters the past week ow ow ow ow) I got in the car where I endured my brother and his friend who came along. A bunch of other people came to.

When we got there I realized it was a bunch of indoor mini-fields with nets instead of walls all the way around. So you you could bounce the ball off the walls and stuff. Joe tried to play, but er...couldn't really. I actually did alright. There is no getting past my dad though. He's like a brick wall. Never ever play basketball with him. I've tried. It's never pretty. I about killed my brother though. I actually feel bad after seeing his knees, but he tried to pay me to let him win and I was like nuh uh.

Yesterday...

Woke up late, but I was going to go play softball with Kirsten, until I decided to get breakfast. I opened the fridge and one of the beers my dad got for company popped out all over me. So unless I wanted to show up smelling like a drunkard, I had to take a shower. My brother dashed off to the skate park opening, and then I went to soccer practice an hour early. We had the good field to start with, but since no one else was there, coach had me pick up all the trash around the track. Yick. Then when everyone got there we raced the boys to put up the nets in the goals. They beat us, but ours was prettier. So there. Then we practiced on the sucky field for a bit, and ran home for showers. I had to go to the commissary to get cookies in 15 min, because we had a pasta party at 6. We all got home at 5:30. Run run run run run. I got oreos and capri sun, dashed past Jacob and went to Grant Circle to attempt to find the girl's house the party was at. I didn't get to lost...heh.

The pasta party was so much fun. I didn't realize we had one every Friday so I ate waaaaay to much. There was about seven different lasagna things, brownies galore, and cake and ice cream of course. I asked what I should bring at practice and they said Gatorade and stuff, and I was like, "what about pop?" and Ali Robar's like"where are you from in the States?" I said Michigan and she's like "I KNEW IT!! I'm from Saginaw...No one else uses pop, those southerner's and their soda...."

After consuming way to much food for my own good, we all hear insistent ringing of the doorbell. Apparently the guy's team has their parties right down the street, so they ran over and forked the yard! We picked up all the plastic forks and ran after them, except they ran in their house and got ice cubes. So we ran back to our house with them chasing us and got cups of freezing water. After drenching the first squad to come around the corner, they dashed back to get super soakers, but we had a hose. Muah hahahahaha.....

It was great though. I wasn't playing, just watching with a few others from the doorway. That is, until Zach Robar decided he needed to soak me anyway. Heh hehehehh. Joe got Heather, so we mushed up a brownie and gave it to her, and she smashed it in his face. Then they did some fighting straight off the Matrix. It was great.

And that was my eventful past two days. I'm still mad I didn't get to play. He actually told me I could, along with all the really good people on our team. I was ready to smush someone on defense.

Circles in Circles

HA! Guess where I am right now!!!! I'M IN MY ROOM!!! Which means, yup you guessed it, MY LAPTOP HAS INTERNET!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Ok done now...

So it rocks because now I can hide from my brother fully now, and I might work on my story more now that I will be actually turning this thing on.

Lost just finished...It's late but I don't have to get up till 9:00! I could sleep later, but Kirsten roped me into playing softball at 9:30 with the team. I should go, so Coach Rogers doesn't despise me as much now that I'm a traitor. But I like soccer so there.

We watched that one Math movie we saw last year, about the guy in california who teaches the high school seniors enough to pass the AP placement, and they think they cheated because they all answered the same questions wrong and right. I didn't mind. Heck, we didn't have to do anything, who doesn't like that?

At pratice today we played on an actual field, where the ground is flat. I know, this is such a novelty. It's the football stadium ringed by the track, so the track team was running around us continually while we played. I kicked the ball so far once it was amazing (for me), and apparently everybody was like yay Rachael and stuff 'cause Adam heard them. I don't pay enough attention. I was still staring at my foot like whoa.....

Jacob was running, and Adam was doin shotput. Remember when we had to do shotput? Mr. Tester just shook his head...

So yeah. I got home, ate food, played video games and....watched Lost, all while forestalling my shower, which I now regret. I would take one now, but I'm waiting for Mr. Ward to leave. And it's to him that I owe my new internetness to. I should probably go say thank you....

я сударыня русский? действительно?

Apparently when I first got here half the female freshman popualtion thought I was russian. Never heard that one before...

Today we did the Science section of the Terra Nova. I completely guessed at what the heck penicillin did, but I got it right, because I remembered that in the Day After Tomorrow they used penicillin to get rid of the infection in Emmy Rossum's leg. The connections I make, honestly. But the rest was pretty easy. Jamie, there was a question about Polynesians!! I think I still have our lyrics from 5th Grade somewhere...

We spent all our lunch period stealing eachother's food and playing BS. That is the first card game I've ever been able to play without having to ask someone to repeat the directions to I can learn it for the 15th time. I won. Or at least, the bell rung when I put down my last card and everyone was to distracted to call me on it.

I had a doctor's appointment after school, because my mom wanted them to look at the mole on my shoulder. She said that it looked bigger, but that by the time we got there she felt really stupid because it looked fine. They said it was fine, but if I wanted to they would "shave it off" just in case it got bigger and they HAD to. I was freaking out! I was like "what does THAT mean?" My mom wants me to because she thinks I'll get skin cancer or something if I don't. The doctor lady told her it was just a freaking mole and to stop worrying. I don't want to becaues I'll have this random centimeter large circular scar on my shoulder, but hey. Who want's skin cancer? Not me...
So do you guys think I should let them just get rid of it or not?

Then I went to practice late and he had me ru nfour laps and join in scrimmage on defense. I love defense and I'm good at it now. I creamed that ball. It went so far, I was like YES!!! Not really, but every one else was, so whoopee....

I really like soccer. And I get new clothes next week....finally...

Terra Nova. Need I say more?

Dooooooooooom.....the Terra Nova testing (for you michiganders, it's like MEAP X bijjillion on the boring scale) starts today, with the practice test in seminar, and actual testing tomorrow. This stupid thing is stretching over two weeks. I can't exactly say I'm looking forward to after lunch. Then again, I never am.

Our band possibly sucks slightly less than last quarter. On the Deneen scale however, we don't even register. It is sunnyful today, and if we had snow, it would be melting. However, we don't so the only thing left to do is think wistfully of summer, tans, and bathing suits. And of all my friends leaving. Well that ruins that. Stinking Seniors.

Crap, lunch is over. World Regions next. Nap time...

Later:

I WAS GOOD AT SOCCER!!! WHOOOOOOO!i creamed every body when he had me play defense and the coach saw! and he remembered my name! he said "good job rachael!" I am so happy......

crap chores i gotta clean now. phooey

She shoots! She...Well, she kicked it anyway

When coach told us to show up to practice on saturday at 10 a.m. I was about ready to kick something. Like I hadn't been doing enough of that the whole week anyway. But today was so much fun! I woke up at 8:30, and was actually awake (weird I know) and walked to the shopette to get Gatorade, and to the field where the guys were still scrimmaging, and waited for everyone else to show up. When we first started, he had everyone else starting and me as the only sub. But Di Andre hadn't gone home after the guys practice was over, so at least I had somebody to talk to. Well, it didn't take long for someone to get hurt (never does) and I was playing. I actually had a good game for once in my life, or at least since fifth grade. Better yet, I didn't know it at the time, bu Mr. Ward was watching and I didn't make a complete idiot out of myself. Only one goal was made the whole game though. Still wondering if that's a good thing or not...

Anyways, after that was over, I downed my two large Gatorades, and trudged home where it was quiet. I never realized how loud we must be, cause I walked in the door and was like whoa.... Then I called Adam, who wasn't there, but talked to Jacob. Then ten minutes later Adam was there and called to ask if I wanted to go to movies. So I get to escape later. Then I hung up and five minutes later Mr. Ward called looking for my dad.

I need to take a shower now. I smell.

Bumps and Bruises...groan...

Half the school is unable to walk this week. Including me. Spring sports just started Monday, and brilliant me picked soccer.

I am officially an idiot.

The whole first practice all of us were moaning about how out of shape we were, and coach telling us to go faster. All the girl's had on short little...well, shorts, and were complaining about how they looked so blobby, while I'm over in my corner of the room changing into my bulky tennis shorts, and just being...big. They are all so tiny! It's amazing! I just stand there and tower over them all, so it seems like I'm taking up way more than my fair share of the bathroom. Actual practice...torture. Walking home...beyond that.

Day Two: So sore, that I yelp in pain everytime I take a step. Which, unfortunately, you have to do a lot. I was really annoyed on tuesday, because I hurt so much and everyone else was fine.

Day Three: I went to school late because I couldn't get out of bed. Literally. My mom had to pretty much drag me to the bathroom to take a hot shower, and made me stretch for half an hour so I could move slightly. I hobbled around the first half of the day, and by gym, Mr. DePriest (the guy's soccer coach, poor them) noticed that I wasn't er...exactly mobile. So he gave me a yoga mat and I got to stretch more while everyone else had to play volleyball. And after practice, Mr. Ward gave me a ride home, because Joe's on the guy's team. I spent the whole ride back with a dog on my lap, because he brought the small car, but OH WELL. The paw print in my thigh didn't exactly make my battered legs feel any better, but I survived.

Day Four: I COULD ACTUALLY MOVE!!!! WHOOO!!! And now all those other girls who had been fine couldn't move, and I could! SCORE!!! And we shot goals, and I only missed one! And the coach was actually watcing. Anna, when does that EVER happen?

But then I got home. And it sucked. Because I hate living with my dad. My brother and I were trying to do our homework and THEN chores, because homework is slightly more important, and he comes home, sees the house, and starts freaking out. We made a new system that everybody has to do a different room every week, and it was his day to do the dishes right? So he gets all mad because of how many there are, blames it on us, and says we have to do his chore because it's all our fault, and blah blah blah. And then my mom comes home from school while he's screaming at us, and yells at him, so he gets all mad and hides in his room. Later, he tried to come in and, I don't know, apologize, but he's got to stop thinking he can do whatever he wants and then we'll forgive him the moment he comes back. That might sound mean, but he does this all the time! I don't ever want to be at the house anymore, and that's one of the reasons it's such a relief when the Ward's invite me over. Though I love going over there of course. Heh.

Today: No more soreness on my part, though poor Adam and Jacob can't even bend over. They chose track, and tried to get me to do it to. They run less than we do! We have to scrimmage the boy's team today, and they'll cream us probably, because they do work a bit harder. Mr. DePriest had them strapped up to harnesses and sprinting whie dragging tires behind them. We just laughed while we stood there heading the ball back and forth. We have practice on Saturday too, at 10 in the morning. fun fun fun...

I have an A in math again, so that one horrible test and quiz are all fixed. Thank God. I'm starting to get skinnier, so maybe my mom will actually let me get a good looking swimsuit this year. And nikki, that one pair of blue shorts of yours with the white stripe down the sides fit me, so I'm using those instead of my tennis shorts. Your never getting those back, just so you know.

Be that way

Fine, I admit, my blog is boring. I have nothing much of interest to say, or any major drama that makes me feel that I can write on and on about how much the world sucks. But you know what?That's a good thing. When you have nothing much to complain about, and the only things you have to talk about is how much fun you have with your friends, or sports, and how much you don't like doing your homework, then that means that you aren't doing anything your not supposed to, and you can be happy. It's the interesting things that get you in trouble, or make you feel miserable.

My mind wishes I was creative. My brain however, apparently does not agree.

Card Shark

Yesterday.....went to school, took the easiest language arts test ever....

At lunch I went to the MPR to investigate the source of some...er...interesting food smells, and got in line by Jacob. I was so hungry and the line was sooooo long. By the time we got there everything was gone except crusty maceroni and cheese and some unrecognizable meat doused in barbaque sauce. The kid who gave me my food laughed when he did. Not a good sign. I gave my lunch to ashley who had no reason to question free food. Poor girl.

So I stole David's food instead (as usual), went to world regions where I got nothing done, because there was nothing to get done, as usual. Then went to seminar, where I sat and read a book. As usual.

So all in all typical boring friday. But I didn't care. The week was over. I went over to this one lady's house after school because she wanted to interview me to decide whether she wanted me to be her new babysitter or not. She was really nice, but commented the whole time about how tall I was. "Now Christian's toys are over here....my how tall you are! And his snacks...Your twice my height you know that?"

Then I lazed around when I got home, and we went to the Ward's at 7:00. The guys all left when we got there, except Adam, and we had great fun torturing his mom because we knew who got kicked off American idol and she didn't. and she didn't want to know. muah hahahaha.

The parents got back and so did Joe (unfortunately) but they brought snacks so it was all good. Me and Adam played cards the whole time in his room, and watched Jaws up until somebody got eaten and turned it off. Then he completely kicked my butt at video games, which made me grumpy, but then again, how am I really supposed to be good at super mario smash bros when the only person I play with is my brother who I cream?

We stayed there till 2:00 in the morning, when Jacob got back and our parents actually thought to look at a clock. Oh well, I was about to fall asleep anyway. Playing cards on a comfy bed surrounded by pillows will do that to you. Mind, Jaws in the background isn't exactly lulling, but it was enough.

TODAY

I spent the whole morning feeling fat after consuming all that junk food at Adam's last night, and my dad wasn't helping my mood improve. He drug us to Taco Bell to get lunch and have a "family talk" but it was basically a bunch of complaining, which I admit I contributed to. Then we decided to go to Ramstein to patch things up, and the whole way there discussed what we could do to motivate ourselves to do our chores. My mom stayed at home. Not fair.

It wasn't that bad though. We went to the bookstore and I bought a book. I saw "Triscut" there, (whoopee....) but besides that it was kinda nice. I didn't really want to be at the house, because that's where my homework is, and it is nice to see Germany instead of fences. I just like staring at all the fields and mountains as we drive. There's something about the mountains here that are so pretty and peaceful feeling, whereas in Arizona I felt imprisoned the whole two weeks and never wanted to see mountains again. Huh. That's probably half the reason I like tennis so much, because we would just get on our bus and drive...

course, I was actually good at that sport, so that probably had something to do with it. Soccer's going to be such a nightmare. I should do track...but I just can't make myself. Sigh...my legs are going to fall off after this weekend.

Back in Good Graces

I'm finally finished. Finished with my project, my homework, and almost my week.

Thank God.

Tomorrow's Friday, and I'm bouncing off the walls, because I get to stay up late, sleep in, do nothing except play video games, and annoy Adam. And that's all I need.

I have another Pendragon convert Nikki. Jacob's reading them right now, and I'm just kinda like "Ohh yeah, I remember that..." I guess I have some re-reading to do.

I was the only one in our math class do do their homework. Nobody else got it. Huh. I'm ecstatic of course, because we are back to dealing with numbers with X, and all I have to do is plug them in. None of this whole guessing until you find something that works. Today Mr. Macias was like "Never ask why in math or you'll fail. Just accept it works and leave the why to the Greeks."

Uh oh. Lydia. I always ask why. You always yelled at me for asking why. I'm doomed.

Oh well, at least he momentarily thinks I'm the smartest in the class again.

This rain is never going to end. It goes on and on rain rain rain for a week. Then it's sunny for two days. Repeat. This summer's going to be interesting. Or just very very hot.

Can't Bend that Way

I have a new morning duty. Me, Adam, and Jacob get to walk Heather and Joe to school every morning. Never thought I'd be used as a chaperone, but hey, I don't mind. Still gray out today, still raining. Imagine that. We''l probably get our snow in June...

Band was boring because non of us actually want to be there. He refuses to pick songs that are within our ability to play, or even remotely pleasing. I have to say, I have learned Mr. Deenen was so much better a band teacher than we EVER gave him credit for.

Another sub in Language Arts. YES YES YES YES YES!!! She gave us our assignment; we had 45 minitues to answer 4 questions and write a one page "composition." It took me 15. I started reading my book, andshe was like "Rachael (don't know how she knew my name) don't you have work to do?" and I told her I was done. Then she asked to see my paper. (She didn't freaking believe me!) and just said "oh" and walked away. Sigh....

I had to move my spot, because Brett came over and sat behind me and I'm pretty much allergic to smoke, so I had to move. Before I left though, the kid next to him was like "You smell like smoke," and the idiot's like "weed smoke or cigarette smoke?" and the other kid's like "uhhh cigarette...." and then brett was like "oh good, I don't want to get caught."

Honestly. You can't get much stupider than that kid, and not just because he's foolish enough to do drugs. Though that's certainely bad enough.

Lunch....I actually had some. Go PB &J and celery sticks. My mom's so thoughtful.

We rewatched the Al Gore Movie in World Regions. Like it didn't put us all to sleep the first time. Oh well. I got a nap out of it and finished my book. Then I actually did my homework in seminar, because I went to Mrs. Pangman's but the internet was down. And my math wasn't going anywhere.

Went home, ate tuna salad, bothered Kirsten, and did my physics project. Oh yeah, and watched american idol. Now I'm going to bed. What an eventful day...

And I did Yoga. I'm looking at the forms I'm supposed to be able to do, and I just shake my head sadly. Sure I want to be toned just as much as the next girl, but injuring myself is not high on my priorities list.

Gloomy Days Bring Smiles

Yesterday I was insanely cheerful (for me) and it was raining so hard, and it was cold. I didn't feel like going to band at all, but it was fun anyways. We had a sub in language arts. Then we had a fire drill, and as soon as the whole school was out in the field it began to pour down freezing rain. And everybody started shreiking and running back in the school. Adam, me and Kirsten (I don't care about proper grammar!) just laughed. Then I had lunch, was freezing, had world region, where we finished the boring Al Gore movie, and Seminar, where I finally got help with my math from when I was absent.

So I'm all caught up and now you are too. Me and Adam walked home, and it was pouring again, and we got completely soaked. Really, who cares. It felt good. I got home, changed out of my sopping clothes, finished off the rest of the chocolate chip cookies ( i really don't know why my mom expected them to last more than two days) and did my homework, rounding off the evening with the yoga I'm actually keeping up on. I left my hair wet. Rain isn't so bad.

If last thursday was the worst day of my life, then today is the best. It is not as rainy outside, though it is gray, and I started off today cheerful enough, though not like yesterday. But today is better. My life is fixed again.

I have a soccer meeting next period, lunch. Sigh...I don't want to go. Ohhhh well. My cleats should still fit from last year, and my shinguards are downstairs. Uh oh. Cleats in closet. Heh....

Later-

Ok that was the fastest soccer meeting ever. We went in, he gave us a piece of a paper to sign, read one sentence off the paper, told us we'd run a lot and let us go. Finally, a teacher he realizes we know how to read. Poor Mr. Macias. I went in to go buy Kirsten lunch (he sells muffins and candy and stuff) and he was about to start the track meeting. He, adam, and Jacob are all like "Your doing track!!!! YAY!" and I was like....uhh sorry I'm a soccer traitor......

oh well. I suffered through gym, it was raining again, and went to pyhsics were the rest of the class got handed back their quizzes worth about 50 pts. Every single person in the class, except 2 failed. and those 2 got D's. I had been absent friday, and she told me she was excusing me from the quiz. So everyone else got a failed grade and I got off scott-free. Wow. That says something for missing school. I should get upset more often....

It rained the whole way home. Me and Adam passed the chapel and his dad drove by in an army truck, said something obnoxious when he saw us walking, flipped adam off and drove away. Typical. That about made my day.

Oh yeah, and when i got home there was still two chocolate chip cookies left. Today I actually have no complaints.
Well one. I have tons of homework that I have to go do now. But I'm happy, and I have something to look forward to again. Hmmm... I need happy song lyrics here....

My tea's gone cold,
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad

Push the door,
I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you handed me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down now,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me
and I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
Is having the best day of my life

ok fine not the happiest ever. but close enough for me.

Cheaper than a Therapist

Today was actually a good day believe it or not. I woke up somewhat earlier than usual, lazed around, played another couple hours of zelda....

Then later we went to Heidelberg base (i know, me going somewhere....shocking) and they have something that half resembles a bookstore. Well, at least, they have chairs and it doesn't take half your life for a cup of cofee.

So anyways, I sat down with a semi-tall stack of books, for there really wasn't enough of a selection for my usual mountain, and read a bit of some, then bought two. Rather odd, but i felt so much better about my whole sucky week after doing so. Sales guy was obnoxious though. Still, 15 bucks. Can't get much cheaper therapy than that eh?

And my mom informed me that when she pre-ordered Harry Potter she also just randomely bought me the next two Avalon books in Hardcover. And I don't have to pay for them. Huh. Still, I'll go halvsies cause I feel bad.

Dodoodododo.

Then we went to this Diner called Mandy's Diner, that was really cute, and attempted to look american. It was like this little railway car sunk sorta in the ground with a door that's handle was at my knee. And our waiter was this burly german guy that hit on every girl in there. Lydia, I couldn't have taken you there. The table in front of us had four german teenage boys, as did the booth behind us. You would have drooled whilewaiting for your food.

which was actually quite good. My evening was spent munching away at my caeser salad and swping my brother's French fries. Excuse me. German. Overall, not bad. Then I came home, watched lost, and did an ab workout. Anna, I'm actually becoming skinny. Not that you can tell through all my baggy clothes, but still. i have no endurance, because I'm not running as exercise, but I'm strong and my stomach's flat. Score!

I think I'm going to play soccer. And this year, I'm going to be good at it.

My lips went J. Lo

Most of you know what this means. Yup it happened again. I look like a mixture of Angelina Jolie and a blowfish. For those of you who haven't seen me in this state, I shall explain.

Last year, I was devastated when we thought I was allergic to shrimp, because one day when I was really upset about something my mom bought me a ton of fresh shrimp to cheer me up and an hour later my lips inflated. So I didn't eat anymore shrimp. duh. Then one night I got upset again and my mom was trying to comfort me and I was just like "Uhh mom, it feels like my lips just turned into balloons." So I went in the hall and the mirror showed me these giant pink things obscuring the bottom part of my face. This was three days after I had got done watching Monster-in-Law, and I looked just like Jennifer Lopez when she ate the nuts. *shudder*

Now both of the previous times my face calmed down by school. Not today however. I woke up and I no longer could see the whites of my eyes. I haven't seen so vivid a red in a long time. Also, when I am angry or worried, my eyes change to a really weird bright green. I had Christmas lights for eyeballs. And my lips were still humongous.

So here I am, at home, missing school because I'm waiting for my face to deflate. Interesting...


I'm allergic to being sad. This is so not good.

And no, I'm not posting any pictures. Sorry Adam.

My T.V ban is up. Now I'm debating whether to stay up and watch Conan or actually get some sleep today. Hmmmmm.....Conan definitely. Got to get my fun in before the weekend officially starts because I have sooooo much homework.

I'm feeling better now I think. Yesterday was just the worst possible day imaginable, but today I did yoga, read a book, and drowned myself in tea and oatmeal cookies. You were so right Mrs. Sullivan.

I'm going to be sad for quite a while. More than sad, heartbroken. But I'll live. I think.

"The River"

I've seen enough now
to know that beautiful things
don't always stay that way
I've done enough now
to know this beautiful place
isn't everything they say

Think to Much

"I was blown away.
What could I say?
It all seemed to make sense.
You've taken away everything,
And I can't deal with that.
I try to see the good in life,
But good things in life are hard to find.
We'll blow it away, blow it away.
Can we make this something good?
Well, I'll try to do it right this time around.
Let's start over.
I'll try to do it right this time around.I
t's not over.'
Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me,
But you're the only one.
It's not over."

...................................

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I don't know why I bother. Ever. With anything. I finally get to feeling good, my life seems fixed, set. Like nothing can go wrong. I'm happy. Then it all gets ripped away in the most brutal way possible. I lost all of you, in Michigan. I can hear from you, an email, a phone call. Your voices, but not your faces. It's not the same. I know it and you know it.

But I'm coming back. This summer. There is no way I'm not. I don't care if my parents say I can't, or if I don't have enough money. I'll spend my days doing nothing, buying nothing, saving my lunch money without my mom knowing, until I can come back.

Because i can't stay here. There's nothing for me here. I thought there might have been, was reaching that point again where I was beginning to be happy. Almost.

I am a fool. I assume things off of tiny instances, things that don't even matter. Then I force them to matter, in my head, morphing those pointless things into something that means the whole world to me. And then I discover how false it all is. And there is no more world. Just pain.

I have never felt more understanding of you Nicolette. At least you know what I'm talking about.

I can't wait. I can't wait to go home and do nothing but go to Border's three times a week, buying coffee and a lifetimes worth of books. Then ending the week with a jump in the Lake on saturday, or going to Chili's with whichever one of you happens to have come over that day, and exclaiming over the taste of the mushroom swiss burgers that I never get tired of.

And being able to sleep again.

Severe Repetition

Ok, now I'm seriously creeped out. Fellow michiganders, we will never forget the forever scarring memory map from 7th grade. Or at least studying for it. Well guess what.

I get to do it all over again.

Today Mrs. Flavan was just like "ok, you guys can start preparing for your final, because it's going to be difficult. you guys have to label 200 countries on a world map!"

OH NO!! *GASP* I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO DO THAT! Seriously! Mrs. Fitz's was waaaay harder and we were puny 7th graders! argh!!!!! That's not all. I...have....to do...a.....project.....on....

Algeria. you got it.

I'm going to kick something.

Fortunately, I still have the remnants of my Algeria notecards somewhere. Not so fortunately, they are hidden within the depths of my closet. Heh heh. The state of cleanliness in my closets didn't exactly stay that way. It never does, and my multiple dimensions speedily reformed. They are pretty dark and scary. (like your closet Lyds. lol) not to mention large. I'll be sure to bring a torch. And my brother's plastic lightsaber for good measure.

Today: .......

Uhh band, we watched drumline again. How many times have we all seen that now? still, not a bad movie. Went to Language Arts, and discovered that I had already completed today's assignment last night, cause i thought it was homework. So i got to read instead. I love it when that happens....

Well I pretty much summed up world regions. Seminar-bleh. I had nothing left to get done. Nap time....dododododo.

As for the rest, I went to the PX and bought visine. How exciting.

Beautifying

Ow ow ow! My mom just put one of those things on your nose that you rip off and it takes away blackheads and dirt. Well, it worked, but it hurts. How come other girls complain about how their moms won't let them do certain things to their faces to make them "look better" like plucking their eyebrows etc., but I'm the unwilling guinea pig for all my mom's hair, face experiments? She wonders why I never want to wear makeup....

Anyways, on a more cheerful note...

I FINSIHED MY HOMEWORK AFTER SIX HOURS!!! I'M FINALLY DONE! HA!!!!! This is what i get for procrastinating the whole weekend. Ooooohhhh well, it's done, though I'm going to fail my playing test tomorrow in band because my neighbors said it was too late for me to practice my clarinet at 7:00. Sigh...I've given up on them.

My mom's semi-healthy, Kirsten's actually going to school tomorrow, I'm not feeling like barfing, and Jacob's not dying anymore. Is this due to coming spring? Or just the fact that we've all missed so much school due to illness we couldn't possibly still have sickness in our bodies? Personally, I think it's the second one.

More news tomorrow....hopefully something will actually happen.

Spring in Winter

Winter? What winter? It's so sunny out, my eyes are about burned when I look out a window It's actually kinda nice not to be freezing, but I wanted snow. *grumble*

My brother is sooooo dead. He went over to friends house and spent the night without telling mom the phone number or calling or anything. So now he's back and it's like dooooooooom. I don't know whether to be sympathetic or laugh at him. What's with everybody getting grounded? I'm grounded from t.v. for DOING my homework (long story) and Adam's grounded but he won't tell me why, and now my brother....well, let's just say I won't be seeing him much for the next month or so.

I'm gonna miss Lost this week!! AHHHHH HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE?!?!?

Softball starts soon. And soccer. Still don't know which one to do, but I'll probably get roped into softball by everyone else. Sigh...I want tennis back. I'm actually sorta good at that at least. Hahaha you guys remeber when we went to nikki's tennis tournament? That was so embarrasing. Note to self: Stay away from water dispensers when Jamie's around.

Lalalala....I have absolutely nothing going on. Hmmm...and our fridge is empty. Crap, I'm starving. I could do my homework i suppose...yick. We finished watching Not Without My Daughter in class. It's no less depressing the second time.

Ok, I seriously need to hunt down food....

Good song

"The Trouble With Love Is"

Love can be a many splendid thing
Can’t deny the joy it brings
A dozen roses,
diamond rings
Dreams for sale
and fairy tales
It’ll make you hear a symphony
And you just want the world to see
But like a drug that makes you blind
It’ll fool ya every time

The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It’s stronger than your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn’t care how fast you fall
And you can’t refuse the call
See you’ve got no say at all

Now I was once a fool it’s true
I played the game by all the rules
But now my world’s a deeper blue
I’m sadder but I’m wiser too
I swore I’d never love again
I swore my heart would never mend
Said love wasn’t worth the pain
But then I hear it call my name

Chorus
Every time I turn around
I think I’ve got it all figured out
My heart keep callin’
And I keep on fallin’
Over and over again
The sad story always ends the same
Me standin’ in the pourin’ rain
It seems no matter what I do
It tears my heart in two

Feverish

The plague has come to the Nevinger household. My mom's like dead on the couch and I just got a fever. Blehhhh....I've been drinking hot tea like mad though. I'm thoroughly sick of it now, so I have to come up with something else to drink when I really get sick, which will probably we tomorrow. I feel so much better than I did this whole week though, which makes no sense, because I hadn't actually come down with anything this week, I just felt horrible. Now I AM sick I'm bouncing all over the place. Oh well. That won't last long.

My poor brother. I'm now insanely ahead of him in Twilight Princess, because first my mom accidentally bumped the transformer when he hadn't saved for a long time, and then dad did it when he got caught back up. Meanwhile I....heh heh. My poor bloodshot eyes. I took a break from that game and came over to stare at a computer screen. dodododododo.

Oh by the way Kirsten, please stop including Anti wrinkle cream with all my holiday presents. My mom saw the packet and thought it was a condom. I was like yeah mom, cause I keep so many of those just lying around....honestly. I never do anything I'm not supposed to, and she'll ask me questions like I'm a criminal, while my cussing brother with a girlfriend runs wherever he pleases all over the base. Sighhhh...

Anyways, my mom needs the computer now. Later.

Mouse + Potato = MousePotato

Finally this horrific week is OVER. I've never really had a worse one. Today, though is good. I got my extra credit for math turned in, finished my multimedia animations, so now I can help Heather finish hers, we had a sub in physics (NO MRS. SAPATKA!!! WHOOOOOOO!!!!) and got to watch a movie and do whatever the heck we wanted. Oh yeah, and in gym all we had to do was pretend to kick a soccer ball around so no biggie there. It's a three day weekend,and all the people, including Sarah, are finally coming back from creative connections. I don't know but none of us ever realized how much we would miss her silent presence during lunch in Mrs. Pangman's. Next year is going to suck so unbelievably much.

Two days of lazing about doing nothing but playing video games and sleeping. Ahhhhh....I love weekends....

That physics movie was crazy though. They got slightly famous people to bu on idiotic skits concerning the moon. Weird Al Yankovic was like the manager of company that makes items for people in space, so all these weird people were coming up to him with ideas of products. So this one guys like, "In space it's difficult to eat with all the food floating around. Well no more! All an astronaut really needs are the vitamins provided by an ordinary potato, and the protein from a field mouse! So if me lure Field mice into traps, astronauts could eat them with a healthy servings of potatoes and be fine! So just remember, M+P = MP!!"

Adam and I just looked at each other. The things that lady thinks up for us to watch....

THE WEEKS OVER!!! *CARTWHEEL* I can't actually do a cartwheel....sad i know...

Hurry Hurry all the Time

AUGH got so much homework! DIE PHYSICS! .....heh heh sorry. American Idol's on in half an hour and I'm sorta getting done with my math. Guess whose doing her physics during lunch tomorrow....not really I'll get it done. But UGH.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention yesterday..I got called down to the office after school, and when I got there they handed me this big bunch of flowers. In that infinitesimal moment before I read the card, I got really excited. Then I saw the card said "from dad." It was still sweet though...and my mom hasn't managed to murder the flowers yet. Mrs. Black thumb. I'm still mad about when she killed my green bean plant in 3rd grade. I mean seriously! All she did was water it and the next day...dead. I'm so dumb sorry. Anyways, he felt bad for me I guess, cause the day before he had asked me if any guys would send me flowers, and i was just like uuuhh nooooo. Then he asked why not. I was just kinda like "because they won't....." dodododo.

Mom's making nachos, and I'm soooo hungry. Guess that's what happens when nobody shows up at lunch to steal food from...I horrible.

Sigh...homework calls. I've resisted long enough...

LOST IS ON TODAY!! WHOOOOOOO!!! Adam's so right. I'm a geek. oooooohhhhh wellll....

Nothing much going on in case you couldn't tell. Toodles

Failed

I'm so mad at myself. I completely blanked during that whole stupid math test, and even though I understand it all, I got a C. Well, it's an A now, because I just did a boatload of extra credit. Nobody in the class got an A and there was two B's. Tell you anything Mr. Macias?

So I technically didn't fail. But a C for me? Doom. I just hope my mom gets the progress report with the A instead of the C. Saves a lot of unnecessary explaining. Figures, because I wrote another poem last night (this is kinda fun!) and I titled it "failed"(which I'm not posting, it sucked). This morning, evil math test results. Won't be doing that again...

I seriously thought yesterday was Wednesday. I was like "WHERE'S AMERICAN IDOL RAR!" I'm majorly addicted to that show now. And lost...*happy chirp*

Well, in Multimedia we are just doing a bunch of stuff that's complicated and unneeded. How is it that I can miss two days of school, and my only make up work is Physics Apps book work? Not exactly difficult. I could seriously come to school twice a week, one day each in all my classes and do FINE. Rather pathetic don't you think?

How come my blog sounds so utterly un-creative compared to everyone elses?

Gym. New teacher's a physco. Physics....bleh...

ADAM WASN'T CHEERFUL TODAY! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?!?!?

I got home, an was immediately ordered downstairs to do the laundry. Since our lovely army base apartments just have one laundry room with eight washers and dryers, we have to take turns with our neighbors. Well our neighbors hate us, so I felt a sort of vindictive pleasure in filling up every single one of the washing machines with clothes. It was only then that I realized most of them were mine, and that I hadn't wore most of them. More like, tried them on, tossed them on the floor, tried on something else and counted them all as dirty. Anyway, I need new clothes. This whole wearing the same thing every week since 7th grade just isn't working for me. Even better, my mom's realized it. She was just like, "Honey, I think you need some new clothes..." and I'm like YES!! European clothes that actually FIT me for once in my life. I love our mall....

Of course, I have to wait for the "spring" stuff to get here. yick...I like fall styles. I'm a jacketaholic.

Sigh....homework time...then American Idol...because I have the date right today, heh heh.

May It Be

I cannot believe this is what my room looked like when i got here. Wow. And that's not even my whole room, you guys in Traverse. Its way bigger than that. That's just my dad's inexpert photography skills. Yeah when i got here I saw that and I was just like greeeeaaaat...I have to live with that for another month. yick thank goodness it didn't take THAT long.


ahhh another day of from school spent listening to lord of the rings music on itunes and writing poetry. I really need to work on my story instead, but I'm kinda stuck on what to do. I'm at page 110, and i was at 100 a month ago. sigh....

and don't forget the vidoe games. I'm like four hours ahead of Sam in twilight princess now. Score! I really am a geek. And a klutz. I just shattered my glasss of cranberry juice when i slipped on the kitchen floor.

I have to do my math homework soon i suppose...yick. D- I mean V days tomorrow. Oh well. Maybe next year I'll get a rose. It' just a flower after all. a pretty one but....sigh...

Ok I really have nothing to say. Here's another poem for you guys to laugh at. I'm reall bored in case you couldnt tell.

"Mirrored Minds"

Love-
Becomes friends
Simply visiting, laughing blissfully,
Understanding springs suddenly,
Eyes meeting with warming gazes,
Age forgotten-
Images renewed through hands clasping,
Regretfully churning,
Perfect Vision
-reflect-
Vision perfect
Churning regretfully.
Clasping hands through renewed images
Forgotten age-
Gazes warming with meeting eyes,
Suddenly springs understanding
Blissfully laughing, visiting simply,
Friends become
Love-

There. Time for a nap until American Idol....zzzzzz.....

Twilight Princess

Yawn...This is what I get for staying up playing video games to late. zzzzz....

Let's see...Saturday I did nothing until we went to the Ward's. We were waiting for their phone call to tell us to come over, but they fell asleep. We have SO found our twin family. We were all going to play cards, but instead started watching this movie called Vlad, which was, I have to say, the worst movie I gave ever seen in my life. Well, the worst half of a movie I have ever seen. I couldn't take the whole thing. Then me and Adam proceeded to play a killer zombie game on his Gamecube, where he was the huge muscly guy with the ax, and I was the "hot" chick with to tight pants and a machine gun. It was fun until my brother came in anyway.

Sunday...didn't do diddlysquat. OMG! Spell check says that's a word! SWEET! Sorry, anyways...

So Jacob's gone to creative connections, along with half the senior population. I went to go pick up Adam today after my mother booted me out the door, and upon exiting their house I managed to slip on the very top step of their very concrete stairs and fall all the way down. Well, bounced really. It was raining and the steps were wet! Not my fault! Except for the fact I'm a complete klutz anyway, but we'll ignore that. Needless to say, my butt hurts. Then his brother Joe felt the need to poke his head out the door and ask if a tree had fallen over. Perfect way to start off the day.

Anyways...so at school I made it through Algebra 2, but barely, because the second half of our lesson was devoted to this short fat guy explaining how a linear line works in the computer lab. Yeah, I know. The sad part is I'm completely serious. Poor Mr. Macias, I would just look at the back of the room and he would be their shaking his head. This guest guy was insane. REALLY insane. I'll spare you the details.

Then in multimedia I ate half the bar of chocolate Kirsten had given me for valentine's and after a while realized that I couldn't really focus on the screen anymore. So I went to the nurse, she took my temperature with those disposable under the tongue thingys (which are NOT accurate at all) and sent me home because I looked green. Well whoop de do for me, but it was still raining and I had kinda lost my umbrella to Adam's basement when i slipped, and it wasn't exactly retrievable. So after walking home in the pouring rain I took a nice nap, ignoring the knocking of the Culligan water guy at the front door, soothed by the peaceful sounds of the original Monty python cd blasting in my ear from the ipod headphones. Heh heh.

Which brings me to now. Where I'm extremely bored, but not yet bored enough to do my homework.

"To stay with you"

Impossible to hide from
crawling steadily forward
impossible to hide from

The slash of an ancient sword
swings down ever so slowly
crawling steadily forward

Not as age decrees, as lowly
stands tall, but time that ticking sword
swings down ever so slowly

Days go by, that vicious Lord
Time, looming o'er friendships that
stand tall, but time that ticking sword

Allows not lasting happiness
just days to become memories
loving seems almost senseless

Months together merely fancies
just days to become memories
impossible to hide from
Time, impossible to hide from
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Ha good luck trying to make sense of that. But you don't have to. I get it and that's all that matters.

p.s. If you DO happen to understand my mind, please pause and explain it to me. I might understand my writing, but my thoughts? never.

Oh yeah. And now that my brother's actually letting me play it, I am totally kicking butt at that Twilight Princess game. You better get it soon Jamie.