Barack Obame, stop e-mailing me!

I do not support your campaign for change!

So our basketball team lost to Fremont by a good amount and apparently due to Miss Sackett not liking me and the lack of anyone non-percussion-y wanting to support the basketball team, pep band is done for the season. Simply because we only had 2 trumpets (who are terrible), a trombone and a clarinet. Can I help it if nobody shows up? No. But we had a good sized drum section. Drummers always show up. It shouldn't be pep BAND, no, pep drumline. That's better. Drummers always show up for our love of cadences and desire to get into the game free of charge, then we all go to taco bell afterwards. Which I lost my phone in the pilgrammage to. In the snow. At night. And it was on vibrate. Yes, really. So we spent like a half hour searching (and throwing snowballs) in a desperate attempt to locate my brick... err... cellular telephone. Well, Gabby found it, and I dried it under the hand dryers at Taco Bell's restroom. And life resumed as normal. But it was kind of funny. Even though it was cold, and I was on my knees in the snow, in jeans that have ripped knees, so by the transitive property, my naked knees were in snow.

Moving on, one of the two girls in our whole school that I cannot muster any patience or affection for got the role in the musical that I painstakingly practiced for. Yeah. HER. who has been in ONE total theatrical performance run. Whilst I have partaken in THIRTEEN. And she's not pretty, by the way. She lacks a figure, yet she was selected for the role of a seductive and steely showgirl. No alliteration intended. Whatever, I'm over it.

Next week my sister and I are going to dinner at my mom's house.
Right.
My sister is actually speaking to my mom.
Ha-lle-lu-jah, praise the Lord, what the heck is wrong with her.
Cool. I'm not complaining.

So the one day I go in to work without any makeup, everybody and their brother that i know shows up. NOT FAIR. Karma.
But one person (actually two) showed up that made my day. Even though it was at like 4:30 when I was sposed to get off at 4.
Mr and Mrs Easley, the couple that were my foster parents, came to my reg. And I knew I knew them from somewhere bit didn't know where. I could tell that they felt the same way. As they were leaving, I motioned for the man to come back, and asked if his name was Joe. He said, Yes, and you are Little Kelli! I said yes, and how I didn't recognized him because I remember him as a very tall guy, but realized that when I was with them (3 years ago) I was only like 5'3. Haha. But anyway, I filled them in on what I am involved in, yadda yadda, gave hugs and kisses and talked for a while. It was so great seeing them and reminded me how God blessed me with such a nice family. It also reminded me of the irony that I was with a colored family when my dad was boisterously racist. Hm. Taught me a lesson. Anyway, that was awesome

Dance tryouts for musical tomorrow! If I don't make this cut, then it's chorus/pit orchestra for Kelli. :(

Lifeteen after all this madness! Good! A way to just chill out no matter what happens and to let all the stress and unfairness and bad feelings from this week just flow out. Yayy!

By the way, the new layout, awesome. It screams Julie Andrews in the 'My Favorite Things' aspect. I mean, red white and blue, and nautical themes... together at last!