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...

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#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.