Yeah, I guess I might as well keep this going. Updates for y'all.
-Eric sort of broke up with me. Yeah. Ouch. But hey, I was going to do it anyway. Okay.
-We lost out last home basketball game. Ouch. It wasn't that fun anyway.
-The dance last night was okay. I guess.
-Cardboard boat race Tuesday! So excited! Matt and I are going to win!
-Grades are amazing. Alg is like 103%. But I have a B in band for being late (For getting your ACT packet, Ms. Alyssa.....) But it should raise to an A.
-I rejoined LifeTeen Band aka Righteous Noise (to remind you both)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Update 2/20
I never get on my computer anymore! Ahhh!
I'm thinking about just deleting this blog and probably the other one because frankly I don't use them anymore and I like talking to you girls face to face or on the phone much better. Plus Alyssa blogs too much. Love you though!!
Okay, so before I make my decision, here's my update:
I went to the Margaretta game like I told you guys to see Gavin play. They beat Perkins! Yay!!
No plays for a while, yay and not so yay.
Back to the Lifeteen Band, but I think I will stay with Congas because I freak out on drumset.
My mom is moving in with her boyfriend and probably getting married. He has prostate cancer though. My mom is freaking out about it. I will have a stepbrother named Kelley (really weird, huh?)
Eric and I are back together (you knew that)
Matt is still not talking to me (you knew that) and I could really care less if that's the way he chooses to live.
I got my grades back up, and right now I have the highest average in Algebra II (like 103% or something!!)
Eric's ex-girlfriend is so jealous that I'm with him again that she's threatening me and making rude comments in the halls. But I hold my chin high and don't care.
I don't really know what else. I guess if something more happens I will text you two, but as for now, no more blog!
I'm thinking about just deleting this blog and probably the other one because frankly I don't use them anymore and I like talking to you girls face to face or on the phone much better. Plus Alyssa blogs too much. Love you though!!
Okay, so before I make my decision, here's my update:
I went to the Margaretta game like I told you guys to see Gavin play. They beat Perkins! Yay!!
No plays for a while, yay and not so yay.
Back to the Lifeteen Band, but I think I will stay with Congas because I freak out on drumset.
My mom is moving in with her boyfriend and probably getting married. He has prostate cancer though. My mom is freaking out about it. I will have a stepbrother named Kelley (really weird, huh?)
Eric and I are back together (you knew that)
Matt is still not talking to me (you knew that) and I could really care less if that's the way he chooses to live.
I got my grades back up, and right now I have the highest average in Algebra II (like 103% or something!!)
Eric's ex-girlfriend is so jealous that I'm with him again that she's threatening me and making rude comments in the halls. But I hold my chin high and don't care.
I don't really know what else. I guess if something more happens I will text you two, but as for now, no more blog!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Update 2/7
Hey girls (and guy, if you're even reading this. From the rumors I hear, you've turned against me. This needs to be addressed in privacy). Sorry I haven't been online in FOREVER. This show is consuming my life, as is studying for school/ACT. But the ACT is over, and the show is 2/8 done. Though I do wish it could be done now.... Nevertheless, here's a quick update for you.
-I took the ACT today, and guess what Alyssa, JAKE was there! We talked in the line for a minute, but I took writing and he did not, so we parted separate ways. Then later I was talking to him about what college he wants to go to and what he wants to major in. He's got big plans! Thought I'd share that with you. I picked up an ACT registration packet for you as well, but you'd better be grateful, it made me late to band! :(
-Show 3/8 tonight. It's going really great, and the audiences love it. I enjoy the compliments we get afterward as well :)
-Eric and I are back together. He ex-girlfriend is enraged, however. She thinks she owns Eric or something, I don't know, and she's calling me a slut everytime I turn around. It's really kind of mean. She promised to 'make my life a living hell' by threatening me in the hallway and defaming my reputation as a nice girl. It's a shame that her jealousy makes her do this, but what am I supposed to do? Break up with Eric to make her happy? This is the way I see it. I could...
A. Date Eric and suffer the enduring hatred and slander of Erica
B. Break up with Eric and endure the hatred and slander of Erica, and give her what she wants.
I'd rather be happy with Eric and deal with her futility than give in to what she wants. She even threatens to start a Facebook group called 'I Hate Kelli'. So girls, please pray for her.... and that her attitude won't taint our relationship.
-I get to meet my sister's boyfriend tomorrow!!!!!!!! I'm excited. Kayla, Chad, and Eric are coming for dinner. Yay!
-Roughly 20 college emails were in my inbox this afternoon. I responded to all of them, so guess whose mail carrier is going to hate them? Mine! :)
Anyway, that's all I can think of now... I will try to be on sometime this week for another update! Love and God Bless!
-I took the ACT today, and guess what Alyssa, JAKE was there! We talked in the line for a minute, but I took writing and he did not, so we parted separate ways. Then later I was talking to him about what college he wants to go to and what he wants to major in. He's got big plans! Thought I'd share that with you. I picked up an ACT registration packet for you as well, but you'd better be grateful, it made me late to band! :(
-Show 3/8 tonight. It's going really great, and the audiences love it. I enjoy the compliments we get afterward as well :)
-Eric and I are back together. He ex-girlfriend is enraged, however. She thinks she owns Eric or something, I don't know, and she's calling me a slut everytime I turn around. It's really kind of mean. She promised to 'make my life a living hell' by threatening me in the hallway and defaming my reputation as a nice girl. It's a shame that her jealousy makes her do this, but what am I supposed to do? Break up with Eric to make her happy? This is the way I see it. I could...
A. Date Eric and suffer the enduring hatred and slander of Erica
B. Break up with Eric and endure the hatred and slander of Erica, and give her what she wants.
I'd rather be happy with Eric and deal with her futility than give in to what she wants. She even threatens to start a Facebook group called 'I Hate Kelli'. So girls, please pray for her.... and that her attitude won't taint our relationship.
-I get to meet my sister's boyfriend tomorrow!!!!!!!! I'm excited. Kayla, Chad, and Eric are coming for dinner. Yay!
-Roughly 20 college emails were in my inbox this afternoon. I responded to all of them, so guess whose mail carrier is going to hate them? Mine! :)
Anyway, that's all I can think of now... I will try to be on sometime this week for another update! Love and God Bless!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Hey guys.
So I started another blog, pretty much just for random writings and poetry. Sorry I haven't kept up on your guys' writings, but with the two shows coming close to performance dates, I've been really busy. Hope you all are doing okay, I am doing pretty well aside from a cold. Hope to talk to at least one of you at Lifeteen this weekend! Go Steelers!!! :)
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
God Bless my friends going to DC!
I bet all of them are excited. Hope you all have a safe trip. Bundle up, though.
I'm pretty excited for these two plays. Especially the school showing of Bang, Bang, You're Dead. I think it will really get to a lot of students' core. I started rereading a book I own written by the mother of a teen who was killed in the Columbine shootings. The teen, Cassie Bernall, was killed in her junior year. Cassie's description reminds me so much of myself: A born-again Christian who was given a second chance. She led a spoiled-brat type life as a child, and then hit reality hard in middle school and made friends with the wrong crowd. She got into drugs, alcohol, and self destruction. Now, I wasn't that bad, but certainly I wasn't the person I am now. But she changed when she found God. At first, she still kept her old image, but went completely straightedge. She left her old friends for her new ones, and even transferred to a Christian school. She grew closer to God everyday, and by the time of her death she had turned her life around 180 degrees. She died as a martyr, too. As she crouched praying underneath a table on the fateful April morning, one of the gunmen put the muzzle to her head and asked if she believed in God. Without thinking, her classmate who survived described, she answered, 'Yes'. The gunman shot her. Reading this book has definetely helped me develop character and see the seriousness of this show. I'm not saying that I think there are potential killers in our school that would do such a thing, but it really makes me appreciate what I have and the sanctity of life, very much appropriate for this week.
Anyway, the dinner with my mom and sister went really well. I hope the two of them can start getting along. At first, one could cut the tension in the air with a knife, but they both relaxed and talked like the good old days. And of course, my sister and I bickered about boys and highschool and work. Like the good old days.
I guess I'm taking a break from the dating scene for now. I just haven't really had time, nor do I see any need, to be dating or talking to boys. It's a revelation for me. That is, unless a certain select few decide to come around. Which would be pretty cool, but I'm not looking for it, and therefore, think I will be single for Valentine's Day. Cool.
I'm pretty excited for these two plays. Especially the school showing of Bang, Bang, You're Dead. I think it will really get to a lot of students' core. I started rereading a book I own written by the mother of a teen who was killed in the Columbine shootings. The teen, Cassie Bernall, was killed in her junior year. Cassie's description reminds me so much of myself: A born-again Christian who was given a second chance. She led a spoiled-brat type life as a child, and then hit reality hard in middle school and made friends with the wrong crowd. She got into drugs, alcohol, and self destruction. Now, I wasn't that bad, but certainly I wasn't the person I am now. But she changed when she found God. At first, she still kept her old image, but went completely straightedge. She left her old friends for her new ones, and even transferred to a Christian school. She grew closer to God everyday, and by the time of her death she had turned her life around 180 degrees. She died as a martyr, too. As she crouched praying underneath a table on the fateful April morning, one of the gunmen put the muzzle to her head and asked if she believed in God. Without thinking, her classmate who survived described, she answered, 'Yes'. The gunman shot her. Reading this book has definetely helped me develop character and see the seriousness of this show. I'm not saying that I think there are potential killers in our school that would do such a thing, but it really makes me appreciate what I have and the sanctity of life, very much appropriate for this week.
Anyway, the dinner with my mom and sister went really well. I hope the two of them can start getting along. At first, one could cut the tension in the air with a knife, but they both relaxed and talked like the good old days. And of course, my sister and I bickered about boys and highschool and work. Like the good old days.
I guess I'm taking a break from the dating scene for now. I just haven't really had time, nor do I see any need, to be dating or talking to boys. It's a revelation for me. That is, unless a certain select few decide to come around. Which would be pretty cool, but I'm not looking for it, and therefore, think I will be single for Valentine's Day. Cool.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
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!
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!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Another Kitty! (For tonight, that is) && snoww!
I brought in our outdoor cat, Milk (She is all grey except for a white patch over her mouth. So cute.) for the night when I found her shivering in the garage. It's too snowy and cold for her to be out there. Good thing Aunt Mary and Uncle Dan aren't home, because Aunt Becky doesn't care. I brought her in last year and Uncle Dan wouldn't let her stay (but I kept her in my room and fed her once they were asleep) when it was like -20 degrees. OC Kitty knows that Milk is locked in my room, though, and isn't happy with me, but oh well. I love my cats, both of them.
Snow!! Like a foot plus. All of today's activities were cancelled. I am bitter that the basketball game is cancelled. I hope our band concert is cancelled. But not Lifeteen. That would suck. I miss all my Catholic friends!
Pretty much my itinerary of the day:
-Woke up at 8, took the dog out.
-Ate breakfast
-Found out that Firelands Challenge was cancelled
-Went back to bed
-Woken up by Aaron texting me
-Spent an hour and a half texting back and forth with Aaron (and Matt for a while)
-Found out dance was cancelled somewhere in that time frame
-Told Aaron that I was going back to sleep, to not text me
-Fulfilled that promise
-Woke up, watched some movie on Hallmark about a Great Dane who thought he was a Dachsund (I was still out of it... but it was a cute Disney movie) (Correction: My TV Guide says the name is 'The Ugly Dachsund'. I liked it.)
-Made lunch (mac and cheese) for Aunt Becky and myself
-Downloaded music, read email
-Went to shovel Grandma's house
-Pat Catan's (girls: everything is extra 25% off)
-Burger King (stomach ache) with Aunt Becky's family
-Home with cat.
Pretty much... a boring day. But I enjoyed it. It feels like it should be like 9:00 but it's 7:00....
My question is this, Why couldn't the snow come during the week so we could've had a snowday???!?!
Snow!! Like a foot plus. All of today's activities were cancelled. I am bitter that the basketball game is cancelled. I hope our band concert is cancelled. But not Lifeteen. That would suck. I miss all my Catholic friends!
Pretty much my itinerary of the day:
-Woke up at 8, took the dog out.
-Ate breakfast
-Found out that Firelands Challenge was cancelled
-Went back to bed
-Woken up by Aaron texting me
-Spent an hour and a half texting back and forth with Aaron (and Matt for a while)
-Found out dance was cancelled somewhere in that time frame
-Told Aaron that I was going back to sleep, to not text me
-Fulfilled that promise
-Woke up, watched some movie on Hallmark about a Great Dane who thought he was a Dachsund (I was still out of it... but it was a cute Disney movie) (Correction: My TV Guide says the name is 'The Ugly Dachsund'. I liked it.)
-Made lunch (mac and cheese) for Aunt Becky and myself
-Downloaded music, read email
-Went to shovel Grandma's house
-Pat Catan's (girls: everything is extra 25% off)
-Burger King (stomach ache) with Aunt Becky's family
-Home with cat.
Pretty much... a boring day. But I enjoyed it. It feels like it should be like 9:00 but it's 7:00....
My question is this, Why couldn't the snow come during the week so we could've had a snowday???!?!
Friday, January 9, 2009
Snow, Snow, When are you falling?
(The great A Cappella song sang last year)
Of course, over the weekend where my itinerary WAS full.
Planned:
Tonight
- Home Basketball game against FREMONT 7 pm (CANCELLED)
- Taco Bell after the game 10 pm (CANCELLED)
- Hanging out at someone's house (probably mine) after that 11pm (CANCELLED)
Saturday
- Dance Rehearsal 10 am
- Leave for Firelands Challenge in Toledo 11:30 am
-funness in Toledo, Chipotle-
- Basketball game 7 pm
Sunday
- Church 7:30 am
- Work 11-2 pm
- Band Concert 3pm
- Lifeteen 5-8 pm
But nooo.... the snow is coming during the weekend. When we already don't have school. Bahh.
My aunt and uncle are out of town, in West Virginia to be exact. They didn't understand why I got home so late (3:40, I usually get home around 3:20) and got mad (even though they were not even in the state) and yelled (pointless). Sorry I can't help it if we had to drop someone else off first and it takes a good amount of time to drive in these conditions. Sorry if it's not snowing in WV.
Which got me to thinking, subconsciously, I was looking forward to this weekend. My Aunt Becky is staying with me at night. She lets me hang out with whoever I want and whenever I want. I was looking forward to not hearing my aunt complain about everything and nag and nag. I didn't even realize that my past week has been spent trying to make perfect plans for this weekend, and the snow screwed them up. Maybe, maybe I'm crazy, but maybe God is telling me that I need to quit that, stop trying to make everything fit into time slots ever so carefully. Maybe I shouldn't be so concerned about getting in every possible social event when I have the chance. I'm not saying next Friday I'm staying home. Heck...no. But maybe I shouldn't be so concerned about spending time with my friends, and instead spend more time with my family. Spending time with Aunt Becky instead of going to the game has been fun tonight. Maybe if I spent more time with Aunt Mary and Uncle Dan, we could get along better, especially Aunt Mary and I. Maybe then she could start seeing things from my point of view and vice versa, like we have been nagging each other about the lack thereof.
Anyway, I'm sleepy.
Of course, over the weekend where my itinerary WAS full.
Planned:
Tonight
- Home Basketball game against FREMONT 7 pm (CANCELLED)
- Taco Bell after the game 10 pm (CANCELLED)
- Hanging out at someone's house (probably mine) after that 11pm (CANCELLED)
Saturday
- Dance Rehearsal 10 am
- Leave for Firelands Challenge in Toledo 11:30 am
-funness in Toledo, Chipotle-
- Basketball game 7 pm
Sunday
- Church 7:30 am
- Work 11-2 pm
- Band Concert 3pm
- Lifeteen 5-8 pm
But nooo.... the snow is coming during the weekend. When we already don't have school. Bahh.
My aunt and uncle are out of town, in West Virginia to be exact. They didn't understand why I got home so late (3:40, I usually get home around 3:20) and got mad (even though they were not even in the state) and yelled (pointless). Sorry I can't help it if we had to drop someone else off first and it takes a good amount of time to drive in these conditions. Sorry if it's not snowing in WV.
Which got me to thinking, subconsciously, I was looking forward to this weekend. My Aunt Becky is staying with me at night. She lets me hang out with whoever I want and whenever I want. I was looking forward to not hearing my aunt complain about everything and nag and nag. I didn't even realize that my past week has been spent trying to make perfect plans for this weekend, and the snow screwed them up. Maybe, maybe I'm crazy, but maybe God is telling me that I need to quit that, stop trying to make everything fit into time slots ever so carefully. Maybe I shouldn't be so concerned about getting in every possible social event when I have the chance. I'm not saying next Friday I'm staying home. Heck...no. But maybe I shouldn't be so concerned about spending time with my friends, and instead spend more time with my family. Spending time with Aunt Becky instead of going to the game has been fun tonight. Maybe if I spent more time with Aunt Mary and Uncle Dan, we could get along better, especially Aunt Mary and I. Maybe then she could start seeing things from my point of view and vice versa, like we have been nagging each other about the lack thereof.
Anyway, I'm sleepy.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Matters to be taken care of.
1. Okay, yes, Eric and I got back together, like I told you girls, and then broke up, like I also said. The reason why:
He lied to me about smoking weed and drinking.
First he told me that he did weed, owned it, and wanted me to try it sometime with him (I declined), and that he also drank often. This angered me. So I broke up with him. Then he tried saying that he doesn't do any of it and never will (Doesn't make sense, changing his story and all) so now he is upset that he 'lost' me again. Well, weed does a lot of things to you. I won't date someone who is into that kind of stuff.
2. Orchestra contest music=boring and typical music... let's see, we have Two Daughters, the typical string-only piece, though I think it's a nice arrangement... but Nitschke's situation of children (read: twin daughters) may have been the sole reason he bought the piece. Into The Storm (okay, for fall it was Second Storm, now it's predecessor... ) is the typical A-B-A piece, first having energy, then slowing down, then becoming fast again. Chant and Joyous Dance is the B-A-B piece, just the opposite )I'm pretty sure, at least, we haven't played it in a while and I cannot remember how it goes.)
3. Choir contest music=awesome. Hark, I Hear the Harps Eternal- a folksy traditional hymn written in 3/2...it's still neat. Weep, O Willow, that one is really fun. It's a depressed love song, pretty much, a girl singing how she cannot find her true love and must go cry under a willow until she can get married. What makes this cool... the men sing lines such as 'I long for the only boy I love' and 'Today is our wedding day', yes, it's gay sounding, but since all of our contest music is done A Cappella, they sort of serve as the accompaniment of the piece. The best, though, is Elijah Rock. Search for it on YouTube, (actually, all 3 songs are on YouTube, conveniently, but the one of Weep, O Willow isn't great.) I dare you. Search 'Moses Hogan Elijah Rock', it is an amazing spritual. It is, however, split into 8 parts and thus makes it a VERY difficult class A piece to pull of... but we might be able to do it, it's shaping up well in class. If kids take it home and work on it, it will sound nice.
4. Two plays at once sucks. I did it once before, and now I'm doing it again. Before, I wasn't a lead in either. Now, I'm a principal in both. And musical auditions are next week. Are there going to be 3 at once? That would really suck, I mean, epic fail on my social life and grades.
5. Pep Band starts Friday, oddly enough, with our home game against FREMONT. Come one, come all, that is, if I ever get around to getting a drum key (last year's pursuits broke my faithful one) and tuning my quads.
6. So I failed an Algebra II test. Like literally failed. Like 53%. I don't know how, I thought I did really well. But I did. It didn't help that there were only about 11 questions, making it pretty rough to attain a decent grade. Seriously, I must be developing an ADD/ADHD complex that prevents me from paying attention in Algebra, or any class for that matter. I had no idea what was going on last chapter, and taking the test after 2 weeks of break? Ouch. Well, let's hope the next test is better.
7. Meanwhile, my English grade is a B, thanks to Jane freaking Eyre. But we are starting on poetry next? Which is great, I'm sure you girls remember Jillian and I bringing home blue ribbons and trophies for poetry from the fair this year? So yeah, my grade should probably be improving once I blow her away with my expressions of emotions. Ha, ha. No, really, I'm just glad we're not reading a book. Reading a book is hard, especially when you don't read it and then try to BS on a pop quiz of the chapters you left out in your SparkNotes adventure. Go, poetry.
8. Abortion sucks, really. That wasn't meant to be dark and sadistic pun, but now tht I read it, and considering how tired I am, it might be taken wrongly. Okay, so I got an email from one of these millions of Catholic newsletters I am a subscriber to, and it had a link to some sale merchandise on a Pro-Life website. What girl doesn't love a sale? So I clicked on the link, browsed the (pretty cool, actually) clothing, then clicked on some more links, then some more links, and suddenly I found myself on a page written by former pro-choicers that are now pro-life. They had a (lengthy) collection of quotes from abortion doctors. As I read them, some being a line or two and others a long paragraph, I started to get a little tear in my eye. How in the world would someone be okay with this? I knew what abortion was before, and a little about the procedure, but this website (abortionfacts.com) exploited the dirtiness behind it. I will post some of the most chilling quotes I read, along with the link. Beware, though, some of the content of this website is really explicit and made me feel sick to my stomach and very upset. There are some graphic pictures, forewarning you all.
http://www.abortionfacts.com/providers/quotes.asp
He lied to me about smoking weed and drinking.
First he told me that he did weed, owned it, and wanted me to try it sometime with him (I declined), and that he also drank often. This angered me. So I broke up with him. Then he tried saying that he doesn't do any of it and never will (Doesn't make sense, changing his story and all) so now he is upset that he 'lost' me again. Well, weed does a lot of things to you. I won't date someone who is into that kind of stuff.
2. Orchestra contest music=boring and typical music... let's see, we have Two Daughters, the typical string-only piece, though I think it's a nice arrangement... but Nitschke's situation of children (read: twin daughters) may have been the sole reason he bought the piece. Into The Storm (okay, for fall it was Second Storm, now it's predecessor... ) is the typical A-B-A piece, first having energy, then slowing down, then becoming fast again. Chant and Joyous Dance is the B-A-B piece, just the opposite )I'm pretty sure, at least, we haven't played it in a while and I cannot remember how it goes.)
3. Choir contest music=awesome. Hark, I Hear the Harps Eternal- a folksy traditional hymn written in 3/2...it's still neat. Weep, O Willow, that one is really fun. It's a depressed love song, pretty much, a girl singing how she cannot find her true love and must go cry under a willow until she can get married. What makes this cool... the men sing lines such as 'I long for the only boy I love' and 'Today is our wedding day', yes, it's gay sounding, but since all of our contest music is done A Cappella, they sort of serve as the accompaniment of the piece. The best, though, is Elijah Rock. Search for it on YouTube, (actually, all 3 songs are on YouTube, conveniently, but the one of Weep, O Willow isn't great.) I dare you. Search 'Moses Hogan Elijah Rock', it is an amazing spritual. It is, however, split into 8 parts and thus makes it a VERY difficult class A piece to pull of... but we might be able to do it, it's shaping up well in class. If kids take it home and work on it, it will sound nice.
4. Two plays at once sucks. I did it once before, and now I'm doing it again. Before, I wasn't a lead in either. Now, I'm a principal in both. And musical auditions are next week. Are there going to be 3 at once? That would really suck, I mean, epic fail on my social life and grades.
5. Pep Band starts Friday, oddly enough, with our home game against FREMONT. Come one, come all, that is, if I ever get around to getting a drum key (last year's pursuits broke my faithful one) and tuning my quads.
6. So I failed an Algebra II test. Like literally failed. Like 53%. I don't know how, I thought I did really well. But I did. It didn't help that there were only about 11 questions, making it pretty rough to attain a decent grade. Seriously, I must be developing an ADD/ADHD complex that prevents me from paying attention in Algebra, or any class for that matter. I had no idea what was going on last chapter, and taking the test after 2 weeks of break? Ouch. Well, let's hope the next test is better.
7. Meanwhile, my English grade is a B, thanks to Jane freaking Eyre. But we are starting on poetry next? Which is great, I'm sure you girls remember Jillian and I bringing home blue ribbons and trophies for poetry from the fair this year? So yeah, my grade should probably be improving once I blow her away with my expressions of emotions. Ha, ha. No, really, I'm just glad we're not reading a book. Reading a book is hard, especially when you don't read it and then try to BS on a pop quiz of the chapters you left out in your SparkNotes adventure. Go, poetry.
8. Abortion sucks, really. That wasn't meant to be dark and sadistic pun, but now tht I read it, and considering how tired I am, it might be taken wrongly. Okay, so I got an email from one of these millions of Catholic newsletters I am a subscriber to, and it had a link to some sale merchandise on a Pro-Life website. What girl doesn't love a sale? So I clicked on the link, browsed the (pretty cool, actually) clothing, then clicked on some more links, then some more links, and suddenly I found myself on a page written by former pro-choicers that are now pro-life. They had a (lengthy) collection of quotes from abortion doctors. As I read them, some being a line or two and others a long paragraph, I started to get a little tear in my eye. How in the world would someone be okay with this? I knew what abortion was before, and a little about the procedure, but this website (abortionfacts.com) exploited the dirtiness behind it. I will post some of the most chilling quotes I read, along with the link. Beware, though, some of the content of this website is really explicit and made me feel sick to my stomach and very upset. There are some graphic pictures, forewarning you all.
http://www.abortionfacts.com/providers/quotes.asp
"In my facilities, I always gave option counseling. Of course you make the abortion the most appealing. I told them about adoption and about foster care and about [when there was welfare] assistance. The typical way it would go is, "Well, you know you can place your baby out for adoption." But then, in the second breath you would say, "That's an option available to you, but you also have to realize that there's going to be a baby of yours out here somewhere in the world you will never see again. At least with abortion you know what's happening. You can go on with your life...The longer I was in it, the less I cared, so I really didn't really care what my conscience said. My conscience was totally numb anyway. But what it did do was public relations-wise. You were able, when a reporter or TV crew came, to pull out a packet of information for the patients to read and they received it. So what can anybody say? Publicly it looked good -- in reality it was another tool that was used to force a woman into abortion. It's typical -- I would give them an option and then shoot it down. The only option you didn't shoot down, obviously, was abortion."
--Former clinic owner Eric Harrah quoted by Dr. Jack Willke and Brad Mattes
"Sometimes we lied. A girl might ask what her baby was like at a certain point in the pregnancy: Was it a baby yet? Even as early as 12 weeks a baby is totally formed, he has fingerprints, turns his head, fans his toes, feels pain. But we would say 'It's not a baby yet. It's just tissue, like a clot.'"
--Kathy Sparks told in "The Conversion of Kathy Sparks" by Gloria Williamson, Christian Herald Jan 1986 p 28
(See what I bold-faced? The baby FEELS PAIN by 12 weeks. This doctor admits that it is an actual living human being, but also admits lying to the patient and calling it 'tissue' so as to not drive away business. Disgusting.)
quoted Magda Denes, "[the doctor] pulls out something, which he slaps on the instrument table. "there," he says, "A leg." . . . I turn to Mr. Smith. . . He points to the instrument table, where there is a perfectly formed, slightly bent leg, about three inches long. . . "There, I've got the head out now." ...There lies a head. It is the smallest human head I have ever seen, but it is unmistakably part of a person."
"You would just look in the buckets and see arms and legs. I have horrible dreams about that now. It was something you would see in a scary movie."
--Former clinic worker Kirsten Breedlove
It's all just awful. There are some mind-blowing statistics on this website, also. Like how abortionists like to say that it's mostly women killing their children solely because the children have defects (This only accounts for 20% of abortions) and it's safer to have an abortion than to birth a child (Really, last time I thought about having my uterus suctioned out, my cervix paralyzed or scissors and scapels scraping placenta and baby from my uterine lining, it sounded pretty safe. I can look past the whole possibility that a limb is left inside, causing infection thing and the severe and often fatal bleeding, sure, just for sure don't give me an Epidural and deliver a child the right way, and of course, there aren't ANY families wishing to adopt a newborn, no sir.) Basically, it kind of hit me hard tonight. I'm still not allowed to go to Right-to-Life march this year, but maybe it's for the better that I stay home and learn/research more about what I thought I knew but had no clue. One in six women have committed murder on an innocent child. It's gruesome, sad, and true.
Psalm 139:13-16. For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in Your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.
Genesis 9:6 - Whoever sheds man’s blood, by man his blood shall be shed, for in the image of God He made man.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Date/New Haircut
The date went very well. We went to see 'Yes Man', and it was a cute movie. Corny, cliche, but cute. Then we just drove around for a little bit and ultimately got out of his truck and walked around downtown, kind of spur-of-the-moment, even though it was 10:30 at night and very cold. Oh well. We just talked about everything and laughed. Joey is a little shy but very talkative, which I guess is good because I am too. We talked mainly about school and how much we both love and hate it at the same time. He's awfully polite and very chivalrous, which I admire. He invited me to come over sometime and ride 4-wheelers with him and his brother.... which I am afraid to death to do, but I think that's why he invited me, honestly. I told him I would think about it. Really, I don't think I would ever get on a 4-wheeler. We will see.
I got my hair cut. It's not short like Alyssa's (I saw your pic, btw, and it looks super cute!) but it's layered and different. Which I wanted something different. My bangs are shorter too.
So I went shopping today too. I got this really pretty purple sweater dress, a costume necklace that has all these cute baubles, matching earrings, and some black leather kitten heels (Hint- Dots is going out of business and clearancing all merchandise...) for real cheap.
In other news, still having an obsession with this iPod touch... I'm downloading TV shows and different app games... it's ridiculously fun. Like this Guitar Hero-like game? awesome.
I'm addicted.
I got my hair cut. It's not short like Alyssa's (I saw your pic, btw, and it looks super cute!) but it's layered and different. Which I wanted something different. My bangs are shorter too.
So I went shopping today too. I got this really pretty purple sweater dress, a costume necklace that has all these cute baubles, matching earrings, and some black leather kitten heels (Hint- Dots is going out of business and clearancing all merchandise...) for real cheap.
In other news, still having an obsession with this iPod touch... I'm downloading TV shows and different app games... it's ridiculously fun. Like this Guitar Hero-like game? awesome.
I'm addicted.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year/iPod Touch/Date Night
Should auld acquaintance be forget, and never brought to mind.
A-men.
Happy New Year, Everyone!
So, with my abundance of Christmas money/work bonus, since I'm not going to D.C. this year, I decided to buy something nice for myself. An iPod touch. Perhaps this is the best thing I have ever bought for myself. Since yesterday I have been playing with it and discovering all of it's curiosities. I'm enthralled.
Tonight is Date Night (that is, if I ever get a nap in before this Joey boy calls, if he ever calls.) with Joey, if he calls, which I think he will. It's a bit odd, though, because today is his birthday, but he wanted to know if I wanted to go out tonight... wouldn't he want to spend time with his family and friends rather than some girl he's just 'talking' to? I don't know, I've never understood boys. Oh well. I will let all know how it went; maybe I can update from the iPod.
A-men.
Happy New Year, Everyone!
So, with my abundance of Christmas money/work bonus, since I'm not going to D.C. this year, I decided to buy something nice for myself. An iPod touch. Perhaps this is the best thing I have ever bought for myself. Since yesterday I have been playing with it and discovering all of it's curiosities. I'm enthralled.
Tonight is Date Night (that is, if I ever get a nap in before this Joey boy calls, if he ever calls.) with Joey, if he calls, which I think he will. It's a bit odd, though, because today is his birthday, but he wanted to know if I wanted to go out tonight... wouldn't he want to spend time with his family and friends rather than some girl he's just 'talking' to? I don't know, I've never understood boys. Oh well. I will let all know how it went; maybe I can update from the iPod.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Rock n Roll Hall of Fame/Crocker Park/Party
Today was fun :)
Clare and I went with her dad and uncle to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I've always wanted to go there, seeing as this was the kind of music I was brought up listening to and still love the sounds of it. It was really cool, but I was disappointed to see a whole section devoted to Jimi Hendrix and barely anything about Led Zeppelin. They had one of John Paul Jones's bass guitars and a couple of band members' outfits. There were many Jimi Hendrix outfits, actual letters and songs handwritten from him, a recording station and much more. Yeah, Hendrix is awesome, but Zeppelin is better. They had a lot for Michael Jackson, too, including his Grammy outfit (he won 8 Grammys the night he wore it), his Thriller jacket and mask, and the infamous sparkle glove. There were some high school garage bands playing on the stage, and we listened to them for a bit. I must admit, they were really good, except for some of the girl singers. One did Piece of my Heart by Janis Joplin and I was blown away by this girl's pipes. She could belt it out very raspy Janis-like, and she was my age! Well, I immediately texted Bella and we decided that yes, her and I were going to start a band. Whether or not it goes anywhere, well, that's unknown. :)
Then we walked around Crocker Park, and it was only for an hour. I bought some underwear, a bag, and lip gloss from victoria's secret, and that's it. I soooo love Crocker Park to death. Even if most of it is high-end retailers whose merchandise start in the 3-figure range. Oh well.
Last night, after Christmas fun with my parents' friends and their kids, I went to a party at my friend Kate's house. I was pretty apprehensive about it, too, because I figured it was going to be all college kids (Kate is a freshman in college). Well, there were a couple high school kids there, but mostly people that graduated 2004-2008. I knew everyone except her roommates, who were friendly. No drinking or smoking or seven minutes in heaven or strip poker or anything of the sort. Her mom was there, too, just in a different part of the house. I got there an hour and a half after it started, and people were just sitting around talking. Then someone asked Kate if she had Twister. Yes, Twister, the games that ties you up in knots. Out of the 20-25 kids there, about 10 were trying to play Twister. Adam (who happens to be my Frosh Buddy's older and graduated brother, and REALLY cute) and I got out immediately in the first game because he toppled over me. Which I did not really mind :) The second round, however, it came down to me, him, Ian and Devon. Some interesting things happened and at one time I pretty much had Ian in my lap. It was fun though... I forgot how hard that game is, especially with a bunch of guys who have arms and legs long enough to reach over me! After everyone was worn out from that, someone got out a deck of Would You Rather cards, and we spent our time debating the pros and cons of dilemmas. Some were a bit racy, but overall, it was funny imagining some of the things. The party itself was great, and I didn't feel afraid that there would be drinking and smoking, nor was I ashamed of being a 'party pooper' for not commencing with the activities. It surprised me, too, that none of these taboos showed up, and I did stay late. It was a good time :)
Clare and I went with her dad and uncle to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I've always wanted to go there, seeing as this was the kind of music I was brought up listening to and still love the sounds of it. It was really cool, but I was disappointed to see a whole section devoted to Jimi Hendrix and barely anything about Led Zeppelin. They had one of John Paul Jones's bass guitars and a couple of band members' outfits. There were many Jimi Hendrix outfits, actual letters and songs handwritten from him, a recording station and much more. Yeah, Hendrix is awesome, but Zeppelin is better. They had a lot for Michael Jackson, too, including his Grammy outfit (he won 8 Grammys the night he wore it), his Thriller jacket and mask, and the infamous sparkle glove. There were some high school garage bands playing on the stage, and we listened to them for a bit. I must admit, they were really good, except for some of the girl singers. One did Piece of my Heart by Janis Joplin and I was blown away by this girl's pipes. She could belt it out very raspy Janis-like, and she was my age! Well, I immediately texted Bella and we decided that yes, her and I were going to start a band. Whether or not it goes anywhere, well, that's unknown. :)
Then we walked around Crocker Park, and it was only for an hour. I bought some underwear, a bag, and lip gloss from victoria's secret, and that's it. I soooo love Crocker Park to death. Even if most of it is high-end retailers whose merchandise start in the 3-figure range. Oh well.
Last night, after Christmas fun with my parents' friends and their kids, I went to a party at my friend Kate's house. I was pretty apprehensive about it, too, because I figured it was going to be all college kids (Kate is a freshman in college). Well, there were a couple high school kids there, but mostly people that graduated 2004-2008. I knew everyone except her roommates, who were friendly. No drinking or smoking or seven minutes in heaven or strip poker or anything of the sort. Her mom was there, too, just in a different part of the house. I got there an hour and a half after it started, and people were just sitting around talking. Then someone asked Kate if she had Twister. Yes, Twister, the games that ties you up in knots. Out of the 20-25 kids there, about 10 were trying to play Twister. Adam (who happens to be my Frosh Buddy's older and graduated brother, and REALLY cute) and I got out immediately in the first game because he toppled over me. Which I did not really mind :) The second round, however, it came down to me, him, Ian and Devon. Some interesting things happened and at one time I pretty much had Ian in my lap. It was fun though... I forgot how hard that game is, especially with a bunch of guys who have arms and legs long enough to reach over me! After everyone was worn out from that, someone got out a deck of Would You Rather cards, and we spent our time debating the pros and cons of dilemmas. Some were a bit racy, but overall, it was funny imagining some of the things. The party itself was great, and I didn't feel afraid that there would be drinking and smoking, nor was I ashamed of being a 'party pooper' for not commencing with the activities. It surprised me, too, that none of these taboos showed up, and I did stay late. It was a good time :)
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Nostalgia cures boredom (mostly) && mash-ups
In spite of this boredom, I am looking up random artists that I remember from the glory days (days when my sister and I had this love/hate relationship and our parents were together)
YouTube must think I'm crazy, but the playlist is as follows
(Give yourself a point for each song you remember, two points if you have a cd/cassette of the band, three if you know the lyrics, negative four if a poster of the band hangs in your room.)
*All or Nothing- O-Town
*The Hardest Thing (I've Ever Had to Do)- 98 Degrees
*Girl on TV- LFO
*Crazy Town- Butterfly
*Summer Girls- LFO
*Bye Bye Bye- N*SYNC
*I Want It That Way- Backstreet Boys
*Pretty much anything by Backstreet Boys or N*Sync
*Hit Me Baby (One More Time)- Britney Spears
*Tubthumping- Chumbawumba
*No More- 3LW
*Survivor- Destiny's Child
I fondly remember my sister and I singing along to these songs whenever they came on the radio. She would get so mad at me when she found her boy band books/cds/cassettes in my room. Yes, this was the hilt of Pop, 1999-2002. I was 6-9 years old and Kayla was 11-14. This was quite possibly the only thing we bonded over. I forgot how great this music is, yet how cheesy it is and wonder why Kayla and I drooled over TRL's broadcast of these 'cute' boy bands and whatnot.
I then found something called a 'video-mashup'. Watch for yourself, and tell me if this isn't amazing. This first one is my favorite and possibly the most well-done one. The second one is good too, but could use some work in the beginning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT5eJwgAtvY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQlH7WbnlJI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMhnFoq0TpE&feature=related
Enjoy :)
YouTube must think I'm crazy, but the playlist is as follows
(Give yourself a point for each song you remember, two points if you have a cd/cassette of the band, three if you know the lyrics, negative four if a poster of the band hangs in your room.)
*All or Nothing- O-Town
*The Hardest Thing (I've Ever Had to Do)- 98 Degrees
*Girl on TV- LFO
*Crazy Town- Butterfly
*Summer Girls- LFO
*Bye Bye Bye- N*SYNC
*I Want It That Way- Backstreet Boys
*Pretty much anything by Backstreet Boys or N*Sync
*Hit Me Baby (One More Time)- Britney Spears
*Tubthumping- Chumbawumba
*No More- 3LW
*Survivor- Destiny's Child
I fondly remember my sister and I singing along to these songs whenever they came on the radio. She would get so mad at me when she found her boy band books/cds/cassettes in my room. Yes, this was the hilt of Pop, 1999-2002. I was 6-9 years old and Kayla was 11-14. This was quite possibly the only thing we bonded over. I forgot how great this music is, yet how cheesy it is and wonder why Kayla and I drooled over TRL's broadcast of these 'cute' boy bands and whatnot.
I then found something called a 'video-mashup'. Watch for yourself, and tell me if this isn't amazing. This first one is my favorite and possibly the most well-done one. The second one is good too, but could use some work in the beginning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT5eJwgAtvY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQlH7WbnlJI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMhnFoq0TpE&feature=related
Enjoy :)
An interesting day at work && unfair-(but for my own good, I suppose)ness.
Well, I worked my 11-5 shift today at the wonderful world of Wendy's. I cannot complain, I have a job in this rough economic depression, I make way more than minimum wage, and it's 2.5 hours shorter than my usual 11-7:30.
Actually, some days are quite interesting solely due to the people who pay a visit to this franchise.
Take today for example.
I worked drive-through pick up window instead of my normal front register (It was extremely slow for dining room, I suppose people did not want to be cooped inside when the weather channel boasted temperatures of 60 degrees-plus) coordinating (read: making sure everything is in bags so customers don't come barging in wondering where their napkins/ketchup/nuggets/receipt/etc are, filling drinks, getting fries, etc... and passing it out of the window) for almost the whole time spent not on break (which were plentiful, due to slow business). Among many well-known people coming through (8th grade principal... who I had visited many times during my year at Jackson....he remembers me fondly.)(Father of my other future husband, who just happens to teach at my highschool. What is it with seeing teachers at work?!)(A girl from choir. Who has great hair. Her name is Katie.), guests were very pleasant, possibly solely because they were able to leave their windows down after driving away and not freeze to death. Then she came. SHE. The woman that every fast-food chain knows very well. The woman who is not happy with prices. She came through and cussed out the person on speaker (Thankfully, this time around, was NOT me!) because, I quote, we aine got no dolla menyah. I couldn't stop laughing. She threated to sue us because 'all duh ofver wenny's got dolla menyahs but we aine got none'. Yeah, this woman threw a fit. Kim tried explaining that there was nothing she could do about it, and that none of the Wendy's in our town had a dollar menu. The woman blatantly threw out all 13 taboos to the speaker, and asked her passenger what she wanted. She ordered a couple sandwiches, complained about the price, paid, and came to my window. I had to supress giggles as she called me some dirty names and drove off.
Anyway, I came home and changed and whatnot, and kicked back on the couch watching tv with my parents. They asked why I was home on a Saturday night. I asked them if I could go out, and they wanted to know with who and where. I asked if I could call up this boy I have been talking to and see if he was busy. Their response: Who? I explained it was Jordan's friend Zac. They asked if he had invited me, or was I going to call him and invite him to do something? The second, of course, since he was informed by myself that I had to work today.
So why am I at home by myself? Because chasing boys like this isn't very becoming.
Since when have I ever been becoming?! If this boy is too shy to call and ask if I'm home, how am I supposed to be able to hang out with him if I can't invite him? Bahhh. Well, whatever.
Actually, some days are quite interesting solely due to the people who pay a visit to this franchise.
Take today for example.
I worked drive-through pick up window instead of my normal front register (It was extremely slow for dining room, I suppose people did not want to be cooped inside when the weather channel boasted temperatures of 60 degrees-plus) coordinating (read: making sure everything is in bags so customers don't come barging in wondering where their napkins/ketchup/nuggets/receipt/etc are, filling drinks, getting fries, etc... and passing it out of the window) for almost the whole time spent not on break (which were plentiful, due to slow business). Among many well-known people coming through (8th grade principal... who I had visited many times during my year at Jackson....he remembers me fondly.)(Father of my other future husband, who just happens to teach at my highschool. What is it with seeing teachers at work?!)(A girl from choir. Who has great hair. Her name is Katie.), guests were very pleasant, possibly solely because they were able to leave their windows down after driving away and not freeze to death. Then she came. SHE. The woman that every fast-food chain knows very well. The woman who is not happy with prices. She came through and cussed out the person on speaker (Thankfully, this time around, was NOT me!) because, I quote, we aine got no dolla menyah. I couldn't stop laughing. She threated to sue us because 'all duh ofver wenny's got dolla menyahs but we aine got none'. Yeah, this woman threw a fit. Kim tried explaining that there was nothing she could do about it, and that none of the Wendy's in our town had a dollar menu. The woman blatantly threw out all 13 taboos to the speaker, and asked her passenger what she wanted. She ordered a couple sandwiches, complained about the price, paid, and came to my window. I had to supress giggles as she called me some dirty names and drove off.
Anyway, I came home and changed and whatnot, and kicked back on the couch watching tv with my parents. They asked why I was home on a Saturday night. I asked them if I could go out, and they wanted to know with who and where. I asked if I could call up this boy I have been talking to and see if he was busy. Their response: Who? I explained it was Jordan's friend Zac. They asked if he had invited me, or was I going to call him and invite him to do something? The second, of course, since he was informed by myself that I had to work today.
So why am I at home by myself? Because chasing boys like this isn't very becoming.
Since when have I ever been becoming?! If this boy is too shy to call and ask if I'm home, how am I supposed to be able to hang out with him if I can't invite him? Bahhh. Well, whatever.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Christmas to all...
And to all, a goodnight.
What I received commemorating Jesus's birth...
*Varsity coat (what I really wanted)
*Complete Works of Shakespeare DVD (the play we did, only professionally performed)
*Set of Classical Orchestra music (It was one of the 4 things on my Christmas list)
*A very soft, warm, green, fleece blanket for my bed (that sentence fragment is grammatically incorrect.)
*Sketch journal/sketch pen set (How my parents know I like to write and draw is beyond me. I assume they scour my room and come across such things)
*A SLED!!!! (the only one we own is one of those old-school wooden and metal flyers. They run very fast and give me bruises from toppling over at the bottom of the hill at Mills Creek. This one is all plastic and foam... no more bruises!)
*Borat DVD/T-shirt (my parents bought this for me?!?!?!?!)
*The Dark Knight (my sister is my favorite person now)
*Grand Theft Auto 3-game set (once again, from MY parents?!?!?!?! yessss!)
*Wireless headphones (okay, so they were really cheap on sale on Black Friday. I might not have much use, but when something is on sale, you have to buy it!)
*The Best Shirt Ever (It says, 'I'm too pretty to go to Michigan!', which is very true, and ironic, seeing as my parents were a bit displeased that I refused to attend The University of Michigan, even though it has a brilliant English program, solely because I was a Buckeye fan.)
*A long sleeved shirt with paint-splatter drums on the front (It's very artsy. I like.)
*Lots and lots of gum. And then more gum. And chocolate (which was then re-wrapped and given to my aunt, haha.)
*Body Lotion/Bubble Bath/Shower Gel/Body Shimmer/fill-in-the-blank cosmetic (which is typical of relatives who have no other clue what to get for a teenage niece/granddaughter that they only see on Christmas. I do enjoy these things, though.)
*A Magic 'Date' Ball. (Not an 8-ball, but the 'romantic love' spin-off. My aunt gave me permission to use it even though she knew I would use it only in private consultation. I rolled my eyes and told her I wouldn't consult plastic concerning matters of such importance. She said she didn't believe me.)(Okay, she was right, and it told me that my friend and I are meant to be. Yes! But don't tell anyone, especially not her. I do NOT believe in this piece of plastic.)(Okay, yes, I do.)
*School sweaters. Yay. (Actually, they ARE really cute. I think I'm going to wear one outside of school.)
*Shoes! (A pair of addidas, they have memory-foam in the bottom and are narrow-sized! perfect! and they were $12 clearance... awesome!)(A pair of black dressy thongs [not the underwear, mind you.] that i so would rock with a pair of shorts or the new mini i just bought. yay shoes! this makes almost 60 pairs now...)
*Hot cocoa set (like two pounds of hot cocoa mix, and a spoon! My dad knows this is my favorite.)
*Socks. Pink and white socks. (Hey, everyone has to get socks for Christmas. And they will go great with my new addidas. You go, Dad.)
*Tootsie Roll Bank (My sister and I have gotten these from my Dad for every year since I can remember. I love them to death, but it's the only time I will eat Tootsie Rolls.)
*Nail Polish. (From my cousins, who were very upset that I got the nail polish they wanted in a family gift-game the year before. Maybe it's an apology. Maybe they didn't realize the irony. I don't care, I like it.)
*A Coach wristlet. (I started shaking when I saw the gift box. From my Aunt Sandy, who works for Coach. Oh. My. Gosh. !!!)
*Money. (This goes toward a new pair of Converse, maybe an iPod touch, Right-to-Life March, Steubenville, World Youth Day 2011, et cetera...)
So, so far, I have made out well with my mom/uncle's side, my dad's side, and my family. All that is left is my aunt's side of the family. Christmas, I assess, has been very nice. Although my mother isn't able to provide my sister and I with gifts, it matters not to me. I love her all the same, and this holiday really isn't about the material matters, but yet, celebrating the birth of hope.
What, perhaps, was the best though, is that my visit to my aunt's house wasn't too bad. Grampa John (who really is just my Grandma's boyfriend that she has been with since I can remember) and I pretty much sat together and talked about church the whole 2 hours I was there. We both really like Deacon Kishore and Fr. Dave. I told him about playing drums for Lifeteen and the success of Lifenights. He was impressed, and plans to attend a LifeTeen mass. I'm excited. I didn't really talk to the rest of my family, but they didn't seem interested in talking to me either, so I didn't take much offense. But they were friendly, and all commented on 'how much I've grown' and 'how beautiful of a lady I have become' and whatnot. My dad reminded me, once again, that if ever I needed birth control or any other products of the nature, he would provide them to me at no cost without questioning. Gee, thanks Dad, Merry Christmas to you too. I don't think he realizes that unlike many girls at SHS, I'm not into that stuff. I told him I would keep him posted. After leaving there, I got to go back to my dad's apartment and see his new kitty. Her name is Lucky, and she has a limp. My dad hates cats, but loves this one. She is absolutely adorable, with her tabby striping and long hair and bushy tail. I fell in love with her immediately. After unwrapping presents there, my sister dropped me off at my (nice) Grandma's. I pigged out there on food my Aunt Sandy prepared (delicious hors d'ourves and mandarin almond salad) and had some laughs with Grandma. My uncle and I visited Aunt Mary at work, and went home. He made supper and I brought all the presents up from the basement. I watched The Dark Knight and talked to Matt (Go Matt!) on the phone for an hour or so until Aunt Mary got home from work. We ate dinner together (as though I hadn't eaten enough that day, somehow, I was starving come dinnertime. Shepard's pie cured this, however.) and proceeded to the living room.
Presents were unwrapped. Joy was shared. Happiness warmed the house.
And thus, here I am, wrapped up in this new sense of warmth called a blanket with a cup of tradition named hot cocoa, typing this blog, and I am more than happy that I have a loving family, be they not my father and mother, a safe home, presents under the tree (that are now scattered), food on my table, amazing friends (I love you guys), an education, and most importantly, a loving and all-sacrificing God. The ground may not be blanketed in snow, the electric blanket I asked for may not be there, my family may be dysfunctional and not perfect, my stomach might be bloated from over-consumption, but I am happy.
P.S.- I feel a little guilty for a reason. My cat only received one present from Santa (but the dog got three?!), a catnip toy that needed assembly (really, what cat toy needs assembly? Geez Santa....) that I attempted to assemble for her as she stared at me with a look of impatience, much like a child watching their parents try to figure out how to work a new toy. It required unscrewing part of it and filling it with the included catnip. Simple enough, right?
Not.
I broke it. :( I feel really bad for my cat. I gave her the bag of catnip, and she seemed pleased with that, but her toy that made her work for it was now useless plastic. Her only Christmas present, and I broke it. I guess I will have to let her have full use of my new blanket tonight to make it up to her. I'm sorry, OC Kitty. Really, I am.
Merry Christmas!
What I received commemorating Jesus's birth...
*Varsity coat (what I really wanted)
*Complete Works of Shakespeare DVD (the play we did, only professionally performed)
*Set of Classical Orchestra music (It was one of the 4 things on my Christmas list)
*A very soft, warm, green, fleece blanket for my bed (that sentence fragment is grammatically incorrect.)
*Sketch journal/sketch pen set (How my parents know I like to write and draw is beyond me. I assume they scour my room and come across such things)
*A SLED!!!! (the only one we own is one of those old-school wooden and metal flyers. They run very fast and give me bruises from toppling over at the bottom of the hill at Mills Creek. This one is all plastic and foam... no more bruises!)
*Borat DVD/T-shirt (my parents bought this for me?!?!?!?!)
*The Dark Knight (my sister is my favorite person now)
*Grand Theft Auto 3-game set (once again, from MY parents?!?!?!?! yessss!)
*Wireless headphones (okay, so they were really cheap on sale on Black Friday. I might not have much use, but when something is on sale, you have to buy it!)
*The Best Shirt Ever (It says, 'I'm too pretty to go to Michigan!', which is very true, and ironic, seeing as my parents were a bit displeased that I refused to attend The University of Michigan, even though it has a brilliant English program, solely because I was a Buckeye fan.)
*A long sleeved shirt with paint-splatter drums on the front (It's very artsy. I like.)
*Lots and lots of gum. And then more gum. And chocolate (which was then re-wrapped and given to my aunt, haha.)
*Body Lotion/Bubble Bath/Shower Gel/Body Shimmer/fill-in-the-blank cosmetic (which is typical of relatives who have no other clue what to get for a teenage niece/granddaughter that they only see on Christmas. I do enjoy these things, though.)
*A Magic 'Date' Ball. (Not an 8-ball, but the 'romantic love' spin-off. My aunt gave me permission to use it even though she knew I would use it only in private consultation. I rolled my eyes and told her I wouldn't consult plastic concerning matters of such importance. She said she didn't believe me.)(Okay, she was right, and it told me that my friend and I are meant to be. Yes! But don't tell anyone, especially not her. I do NOT believe in this piece of plastic.)(Okay, yes, I do.)
*School sweaters. Yay. (Actually, they ARE really cute. I think I'm going to wear one outside of school.)
*Shoes! (A pair of addidas, they have memory-foam in the bottom and are narrow-sized! perfect! and they were $12 clearance... awesome!)(A pair of black dressy thongs [not the underwear, mind you.] that i so would rock with a pair of shorts or the new mini i just bought. yay shoes! this makes almost 60 pairs now...)
*Hot cocoa set (like two pounds of hot cocoa mix, and a spoon! My dad knows this is my favorite.)
*Socks. Pink and white socks. (Hey, everyone has to get socks for Christmas. And they will go great with my new addidas. You go, Dad.)
*Tootsie Roll Bank (My sister and I have gotten these from my Dad for every year since I can remember. I love them to death, but it's the only time I will eat Tootsie Rolls.)
*Nail Polish. (From my cousins, who were very upset that I got the nail polish they wanted in a family gift-game the year before. Maybe it's an apology. Maybe they didn't realize the irony. I don't care, I like it.)
*A Coach wristlet. (I started shaking when I saw the gift box. From my Aunt Sandy, who works for Coach. Oh. My. Gosh. !!!)
*Money. (This goes toward a new pair of Converse, maybe an iPod touch, Right-to-Life March, Steubenville, World Youth Day 2011, et cetera...)
So, so far, I have made out well with my mom/uncle's side, my dad's side, and my family. All that is left is my aunt's side of the family. Christmas, I assess, has been very nice. Although my mother isn't able to provide my sister and I with gifts, it matters not to me. I love her all the same, and this holiday really isn't about the material matters, but yet, celebrating the birth of hope.
What, perhaps, was the best though, is that my visit to my aunt's house wasn't too bad. Grampa John (who really is just my Grandma's boyfriend that she has been with since I can remember) and I pretty much sat together and talked about church the whole 2 hours I was there. We both really like Deacon Kishore and Fr. Dave. I told him about playing drums for Lifeteen and the success of Lifenights. He was impressed, and plans to attend a LifeTeen mass. I'm excited. I didn't really talk to the rest of my family, but they didn't seem interested in talking to me either, so I didn't take much offense. But they were friendly, and all commented on 'how much I've grown' and 'how beautiful of a lady I have become' and whatnot. My dad reminded me, once again, that if ever I needed birth control or any other products of the nature, he would provide them to me at no cost without questioning. Gee, thanks Dad, Merry Christmas to you too. I don't think he realizes that unlike many girls at SHS, I'm not into that stuff. I told him I would keep him posted. After leaving there, I got to go back to my dad's apartment and see his new kitty. Her name is Lucky, and she has a limp. My dad hates cats, but loves this one. She is absolutely adorable, with her tabby striping and long hair and bushy tail. I fell in love with her immediately. After unwrapping presents there, my sister dropped me off at my (nice) Grandma's. I pigged out there on food my Aunt Sandy prepared (delicious hors d'ourves and mandarin almond salad) and had some laughs with Grandma. My uncle and I visited Aunt Mary at work, and went home. He made supper and I brought all the presents up from the basement. I watched The Dark Knight and talked to Matt (Go Matt!) on the phone for an hour or so until Aunt Mary got home from work. We ate dinner together (as though I hadn't eaten enough that day, somehow, I was starving come dinnertime. Shepard's pie cured this, however.) and proceeded to the living room.
Presents were unwrapped. Joy was shared. Happiness warmed the house.
And thus, here I am, wrapped up in this new sense of warmth called a blanket with a cup of tradition named hot cocoa, typing this blog, and I am more than happy that I have a loving family, be they not my father and mother, a safe home, presents under the tree (that are now scattered), food on my table, amazing friends (I love you guys), an education, and most importantly, a loving and all-sacrificing God. The ground may not be blanketed in snow, the electric blanket I asked for may not be there, my family may be dysfunctional and not perfect, my stomach might be bloated from over-consumption, but I am happy.
P.S.- I feel a little guilty for a reason. My cat only received one present from Santa (but the dog got three?!), a catnip toy that needed assembly (really, what cat toy needs assembly? Geez Santa....) that I attempted to assemble for her as she stared at me with a look of impatience, much like a child watching their parents try to figure out how to work a new toy. It required unscrewing part of it and filling it with the included catnip. Simple enough, right?
Not.
I broke it. :( I feel really bad for my cat. I gave her the bag of catnip, and she seemed pleased with that, but her toy that made her work for it was now useless plastic. Her only Christmas present, and I broke it. I guess I will have to let her have full use of my new blanket tonight to make it up to her. I'm sorry, OC Kitty. Really, I am.
Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
4th post of the day...
Seeing as I have been online with this dumb ACT registration, I thought it only fitting to take a break and announce the 4 colleges I submitted.
#1. The Ohio State University
#2. University of Kentucky
#3. Rutgers- The State University of New Jersey
#4. University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Majoring in:
*Secondary Education
*English Composition/Literature-General
*Radio/Television Mass Communications
Exactly as it appears from my profile.
Why, exactly, do I have to choose this now? Because my aunt wants me to. She doesn't want me to go to a college without knowing what I want to do like my cousins, and then have to pay for 'fluff' classes.
It makes sense. But it IS still ridiculous.
#1. The Ohio State University
#2. University of Kentucky
#3. Rutgers- The State University of New Jersey
#4. University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Majoring in:
*Secondary Education
*English Composition/Literature-General
*Radio/Television Mass Communications
Exactly as it appears from my profile.
Why, exactly, do I have to choose this now? Because my aunt wants me to. She doesn't want me to go to a college without knowing what I want to do like my cousins, and then have to pay for 'fluff' classes.
It makes sense. But it IS still ridiculous.
Kelli Lynn hates thinking about college.
Plain and simple.
I'm supposed to be choosing four colleges to put on my ACT send-to list for the February test.
#1. The Ohio State University
#2. Rutgers University (New Jersey)
#3.
#4.
How the heck am I supposed to know?
I know that I want to major in English/Secondary Education and/or Broadcasting/Mass Communications.
But it's just terrifying thinking that I have to decide NOW where I'm going with my life... I don't want to be at that point. The real world is knocking, and I'm afraid to open the door....
I can't go to Stanford; my parent's won't let me. That sucks. But maybe it's for the better... it IS very far away. And who knows? Maybe I can transfer after 1-2 years.
Bahh. I hate this part.
I'm supposed to be choosing four colleges to put on my ACT send-to list for the February test.
#1. The Ohio State University
#2. Rutgers University (New Jersey)
#3.
#4.
How the heck am I supposed to know?
I know that I want to major in English/Secondary Education and/or Broadcasting/Mass Communications.
But it's just terrifying thinking that I have to decide NOW where I'm going with my life... I don't want to be at that point. The real world is knocking, and I'm afraid to open the door....
I can't go to Stanford; my parent's won't let me. That sucks. But maybe it's for the better... it IS very far away. And who knows? Maybe I can transfer after 1-2 years.
Bahh. I hate this part.
Whaaatttt to wearrrrrr?
What to wear for Christmas Eve mass and then for Christmas Day?
I'm bitter it's not snowy out, because then I can't rock my boots :(
I could wear my favorite blue tunic dress, but I would want to wear my purple boots with it, but it's raining :(
I could just wear a sweater and black pants/cords, but that's too plain!
Grrr.....
I'm bitter it's not snowy out, because then I can't rock my boots :(
I could wear my favorite blue tunic dress, but I would want to wear my purple boots with it, but it's raining :(
I could just wear a sweater and black pants/cords, but that's too plain!
Grrr.....
Merry Christmas Eve!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-_OP81QE38&feature=related
It's great, I LOVEEEE the clefhangers. I wish our school did something like this.
In other news, Merry Christmas Eve!
Too bad I won't get to open anything until like 7:30 at night tomorrow :/ But that's what comes with having parents who work for the city. Someone's got to work, and I'm not bitter about it because I don't like getting up early anyway. That, and, most of the other workers have young children. I would rather them get to open stuff Christmas morning than me. It's not too big of a deal, and it's not what Christmas is about anyway.
It's warmer out, no snow for Christmas :( Oh well, no white Christmas. It's okay.
So tomorrow, in my aunt's absence, I will be going over to my Aunt Sha's (when my sister and I were little, we couldn't pronounce 'Angela', so she was something like 'Sha', and the name has stuck) house to see my dad's side of the family, who do not really care for me... great fun. Seriously, my little cousins don't know who I am, my grandma won't talk to me, my older cousins just look upon with genuine distaste.... I really do not like my family. I guess it all pretty much started when my parents divorced, and my dad's side of the family started not liking my mom's side, and now that I live with my mom's side of the family, the unlikingness has spread to me. NOT. FAIR. whatever, it's still my family, I have to love them and all, they're the only family I will have until I marry, blah blah blah, but my goodness, it is difficult. I'm not really looking forward to it, but I guess I just have to take whatever happens with a grain of salt and keep my head high and smile.
Moving on, I got the cutestttt mini skirt at PacSun today- for $2.99!!!! Too happy!
It's great, I LOVEEEE the clefhangers. I wish our school did something like this.
In other news, Merry Christmas Eve!
Too bad I won't get to open anything until like 7:30 at night tomorrow :/ But that's what comes with having parents who work for the city. Someone's got to work, and I'm not bitter about it because I don't like getting up early anyway. That, and, most of the other workers have young children. I would rather them get to open stuff Christmas morning than me. It's not too big of a deal, and it's not what Christmas is about anyway.
It's warmer out, no snow for Christmas :( Oh well, no white Christmas. It's okay.
So tomorrow, in my aunt's absence, I will be going over to my Aunt Sha's (when my sister and I were little, we couldn't pronounce 'Angela', so she was something like 'Sha', and the name has stuck) house to see my dad's side of the family, who do not really care for me... great fun. Seriously, my little cousins don't know who I am, my grandma won't talk to me, my older cousins just look upon with genuine distaste.... I really do not like my family. I guess it all pretty much started when my parents divorced, and my dad's side of the family started not liking my mom's side, and now that I live with my mom's side of the family, the unlikingness has spread to me. NOT. FAIR. whatever, it's still my family, I have to love them and all, they're the only family I will have until I marry, blah blah blah, but my goodness, it is difficult. I'm not really looking forward to it, but I guess I just have to take whatever happens with a grain of salt and keep my head high and smile.
Moving on, I got the cutestttt mini skirt at PacSun today- for $2.99!!!! Too happy!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
its.coldddd.
brrrr.
my weather channel is telling me that it's a grand 2 degrees out, with a wind chill of -16.
IT IS COLDDDD.
which makes me laugh because i was burning up standing under a heating vent at work all day. it's the first day of winter.
t-minus one month until right to life march. im not sure if i will go. i know i should, seeing as its the right time since obama is pro-choice and all, but it is literally the day after his inaguration. im afraid to death of being in washington with that many people, especially rioters. i am very scared and i know this is for a good cause, but i have to put my safety first. i might just not go. i dont know yet.
in other news, the funniest thought just dawned on me.
tomorrow is the one year anniversary of my first date.
yes... the date in which tomas's mom drove us to fazolis, we ate, and then his mom picked us up and drove us back to tomas's house and left us alone. (what the heck was she thinking??!) anyway, we watched the astronaut farmer, which is a crazy corny family movie, and then my aunt picked me up.
[[it was uber lameeeee!]]
but hey, i thought i was the stuff, a freshman [[a cool one at that who had no clue about guys]] dating a [[not really cool or anything]] senior.
but whatever,
since then i've gotten my first kiss.
Mr. Philip Dinovo Junior.
:D
but everyone knows about that, and i heart that kid.
to matt: kudos on being on the front page of the sports section and getting all those records. you go.
to alyssa: i love your grandparents for always tipping me.
to bella: i had the craziest dream about stern. in a nutshell, i took him to a football game and we left and walked to the beach and then he left and it started raining and i couldnt find my way back... i think it's a sign. he will lead you somewhere wrong and leave you out in the rain with no place to go.
Anyway, happy winter!
my weather channel is telling me that it's a grand 2 degrees out, with a wind chill of -16.
IT IS COLDDDD.
which makes me laugh because i was burning up standing under a heating vent at work all day. it's the first day of winter.
t-minus one month until right to life march. im not sure if i will go. i know i should, seeing as its the right time since obama is pro-choice and all, but it is literally the day after his inaguration. im afraid to death of being in washington with that many people, especially rioters. i am very scared and i know this is for a good cause, but i have to put my safety first. i might just not go. i dont know yet.
in other news, the funniest thought just dawned on me.
tomorrow is the one year anniversary of my first date.
yes... the date in which tomas's mom drove us to fazolis, we ate, and then his mom picked us up and drove us back to tomas's house and left us alone. (what the heck was she thinking??!) anyway, we watched the astronaut farmer, which is a crazy corny family movie, and then my aunt picked me up.
[[it was uber lameeeee!]]
but hey, i thought i was the stuff, a freshman [[a cool one at that who had no clue about guys]] dating a [[not really cool or anything]] senior.
but whatever,
since then i've gotten my first kiss.
Mr. Philip Dinovo Junior.
:D
but everyone knows about that, and i heart that kid.
to matt: kudos on being on the front page of the sports section and getting all those records. you go.
to alyssa: i love your grandparents for always tipping me.
to bella: i had the craziest dream about stern. in a nutshell, i took him to a football game and we left and walked to the beach and then he left and it started raining and i couldnt find my way back... i think it's a sign. he will lead you somewhere wrong and leave you out in the rain with no place to go.
Anyway, happy winter!
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