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.