fees are paid and results are in...

Despite being up until 4:00 in the morning to create a 19 page study guide, I did not fail my test. Nope, nope, nope. I got 185/200, or roughly 92%, which means..........

I DIDN'T FAIL THE CLASS!!!

HAHA! Chew on THAT, Mr. My-way-or-the-highway-professor-who-closes-the-class-five-days-before-the-end-of-the-semester (no offense). I didn't fail. I got a high B+. Neaneer, neaneer, neeeaneeeeeeeerrrrrrr!!!!

The test really wasn't that hard; I probably could have gotten a higher score if I hadn't been confused about certain questions, aka those regarding the chambers/functions of the heart, veins, and arteries. I think I got the left ventricle confused with the right something that starts with an "a". Oh, well.

And just because I can, I will tell you that ALL of the information that I needed was on the study guide, which only took 19 pages. The textbook was 530-something pages long. And that was the BRIEF edition. Good gravy, too many big words!

As for registration, my mom and I went over to MVHS and fixed up my schedule. Again. Honestly, I just cannot make up my mind or else the counselors cannot get it right. Probably a little bit of both this time; since my Ballroom class is now accredited for a required PE class for Seniors, I got kicked out of the PE class that I really wanted to take. When we went in today, I wanted to re-register for it, but it is no longer being taught during the period I had open. SOoO...mom and I looked through the class options and found, you'll never guess...an open choir class!

So, my schedule. Instead of looking like this:

First Semester:
A1-Seminary
A2-Released on MWFs, Communications 1050 on TTHs
A3-Algebra II (I know...sigh)
A4-Released (for the mo)
A5-Meteorology 1010 on TTHs

B1-Advanced Woods
B2-Released on MWFs, Communications 1050 on TTHs
B3-Released (for the mo)
B4-Released (for the mo)
B5-Meteorology 1010 on TTHs

Second Semester:
A1-Ballroom
A2-Released on MWFs, English 2010 on TTHs
A3-Algebra II
A4-Released
A5-Philosophy and Ethics 2050 on MWs

B1-Advanced Woods
B2-Released MWF, English 2010 on TTHs
B3-Seminary
B4-Released
B5-Philosophy and Ethics 2050 on TTH

now looks like this:

First Semester:
A1-Seminary
A2-Released on MWFs, Communications 1050 on TTHs
A3-Algebra II (I know...sigh)
A4-Released (for the mo)
A5-Meteorology 1010 on TTHs

B1-Advanced Woods
B2-Released on MWFs, Communications 1050 on TTHs
B3-SATB Choir
B4-Released (for the mo)
B5-Meteorology 1010 on TTHs

Second Semester:
A1-Ballroom
A2-Released on MWFs, English 2010 on TTHs
A3-Algebra II
A4-Seminary
A5-Philosophy and Ethics 2050 on MWs

B1-Advanced Woods
B2-Released MWF, English 2010 on TTHs
B3-SATB Choir
B4-Released
B5-Philosophy and Ethics 2050 on TTH

Yay. And as a bonus, most people have found it easier to pay fees online, so there was absolutely no wait to pay for my stuff, get my Student Handbook/planner, and even change my class. Awesome, no? Heck yes.

So. That's been my day so far. It never really ended from yesterday, to be honest. I took a "nap" from about 4:30 am-7:30 am. I think I might take another before I have to go to rehearsal tonight. Ew.

I'll be honest, I absolutely love being in plays and choirs and such. I love the process of learning the steps, the music, the cues, and seeing it all put together. But as soon as it's time to perform...get me out of here! I HATE performing. When people ask me, "What is your least favorite thing about being in a production?" and I respond "Performances.", people laugh their heads off. But I'm serious. Performing sucks. I love to learn new things and be ready to perform, but I hate putting myself out there and actually doing it for an audience. Call me cawazy, but I am cawazy. ;)

Expect one or two more posts today sometime; I need to post about Authorpalooza and hand out some awards.

Stay tuned! (unless you don't wanna-i understand. *sniff*)

(( haha, just kidding! whooee i'm tired!!!))

the one hundred mark...

I have now made it to the one hundred mark on the list of blogs that I read. Good gravy, that is a lot of blogs! No wonder my mom says that I'm obsessed!

But hey, at least I've got one hundred more friends, right? :)

lazy...

Felt fuzzy and achy all day today. I didn't sleep well last night, so dad let me stay home from church. I woke up around, say, 2:00ish and just sort of hung out. There's not much to do on Sundays. I started another book, but that was about it.

I went to my neighbor's house with my family for an open house thing. One of the ladies in our ward (church group, like a congregation or something I guess) is moving, and they threw a little party for her. I spent some time with a few of the girls my age. I hardly ever talk to them; I'm afraid that they don't like me or I'll say something stupid. I'm probably being the stupid one though.

The other three girls and I talked about what we all want to do this summer, decorating our rooms, school this coming year and next, work, and of course, boys. They were all interested in hearing about the people I know at MVHS. I actually live in the OHS boundaries where they all went/go to school-I'm an out of area student at MVHS. We know a lot of the same people; they were asking me how much people have changed, who's dating who, etc. They were especially interested in Tony and want to meet him. I don't know if I want to share. Just kidding. :) Lol.

Oh, and Char, the fireworks weren't cancelled. Yay! I went with my mom and my camera. We had a grand old time in the Smith's parking lot, sitting against the car and watching the man-made storm, full of lightning and thunder. At times like that I'm very grateful for the Chinese. Pasta, paper, and fireworks. Awesome (tee hee). It kind of sounded like there were two fireworks shows going on, one in front of us and one behind. It was just because of the echoes off of the Shopko building behind us. Surround sound!

Done.

this is a test...

of Blogger's email update options. I don't know if it works, so I'm off to check it after I hit send. If it does, this might happen a bit more often-but not likely.

--
"...Kids will take a chance. If they don't know, they'll have a go...they're not afraid of being wrong...If you're not prepared to be wrong, you will never come up with anything original."

Sir Ken Robinson on Creativity in Schools

http://wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=89135


Edit:

******Baha. It worked. And it even has my email signature at the bottom. Curious, this.******

300...

No, it's not about the Spartans in the film 300 (never seen it; just had a coworker who's obsessed with it). Today is post #300. It's weird how this is my 300th post. I never thought I'd get to that number. Now what to write about. It should be good. After all, you only reach 300 once. But I can't think of a thing to write about. Hm.

Here's something. I didn't go to ESHS today because I didn't need to. Instead I was sent to drop off and pick Meghan up (perks of having a license-you get to run errands). I decided to go a different way towards the school. Usually I go to the school on a 25mph road, because there's very little traffic and I'm generally tired. This time I went the way we drive home-it's a faster route with more cars.

As I was driving west on this road, I noticed that everything looked completely different than it does when I'm driving east on the same street. The world looks very different when viewed from the other side of the road. It's a new perspective. I saw things I'd never noticed before. New sights and new angles of familiar landmarks were interesting and sort of a lesson. Sometimes you just have to try something new; otherwise you forget that things are different from a different point of view.

Whoa, that was like, deep. Like the ocean, man. ;)

double post today...

I was too tired to post last night and the Internet connection was acting funny, so I'm doing two poems tonight along with a daily entry (for yesterday and today). Bear with me, and maybe you could make some sort of signal if you read the whole thing. Like <<99 for instance. *shrug*


Yesterday:

Woke up late and ate breakfast in the hotel room. We kind of just spent the day hanging out in the room until around 1:00 pm, at which time we headed over to Fiesta Fun Center just down the street from our hotel. There we played miniature golf (I just learned how to spell miniature due to spellcheck...which is supposedly spelled wrong as well...), raced Go Karts, and played arcade games. Dad won the golf game, with the rest of us coming closely behind. Mom got a hole in one, Meghan smacked one about fifty feet from a hole on accident (nearly hitting me), and no one got a ball into the water. Sweet. Technically I got a hole in one as well, but it was my third try at actually hitting the ball anywhere so they wouldn't count it. :P

The Go Karts were fun until I had to get off. I felt super dizzy and sick from going one direction over and over again. I did it twice though-the second time not happily. I think I had a faster car the second time, which was cool. I passed all of the other drivers (not my sisters) at least three times, because they didn't ride on the inside or turn tightly. You can shave off seconds if you stay on the inside. Thank you, National Velvet and The Black Stallion.

The arcade was pretty cool too. Kind of like Chuck E. Cheese here in Orem. A couple of the games broke and ate our tokens, but it wasn't that big of a deal. We ended up getting enough tickets to get three Slinkies, three train whistles, three slap bracelets (flexible metal strips that spring into a circle around your wrist when you smack it onto the back of your arm), and twelve taffy pieces. Not bad for broken games, no?

After we finished up at the Fun Center, the family headed to Chuck-a-Rama for some lovely dinner. It was so good, and I had my traditional cup of hot chocolate. My family always reminds me of the time we were in St. George on the hottest day on record (123 degrees F, I think) and I had a cup of hot chocolate at Chuck-a-Rama. I was cold, okay? I wore only long sleeves and jeans that summer, all in black. That was my super weird stage. Anyway, dinner was great and it was fun to talk to each other. Or technically it was lunner. Too late for lunch, but too early for dinner. Lunner, we call it at my house. Like brunch. Never mind.

When we got back to the hotel, we watched television because mom always loves to watch HGTV. I tried to get the computer to work. It didn't. My sisters went swimming, and I followed along to play with them. Meghan had a bad sunburn from golfin, and Amanda's rashes were healing, so it was all right. There was a lot less chlorine in the water, too. Apparently there were five or six other people who reported breaking out in rashes from too much chlorine in the water. Did I mention that before? Hm... Anyways, I got out when my skin started to burn again and took a shower. Then we went to bed. Sort of. That's what I remember.


Today:

We decided to come home two days early from our vacation. Meghan and dad were super burned, Amanda's rash was still hurting her, etc. That meant that we couldn't go swimming and we couldn't do anything out in the sun, which in St. George means pretty much do nothing. So we packed up and headed home after having a nice breakfast at Denny's. Yummy. We stopped at a gas station in Cedar City where I'd seen a glass doll that I adored, but she was gone. *sniff* I drove two hours more after that, and the weather was actually pretty nice. I did back over a high curb on accident, but dad fixed it. Mom thinks she's a better driver than I am, but it's not true. Even dad and my sisters agree. :)

When we got home, we unpacked (sorta) and said hi to our puppies. They were so excited! I was too. I missed them a lot this trip. Mom, dad, and I went to the library to get some movies and books and such. Meghan invited a friend over, and we watched I Was a Male War Bride with Cary Grant and Ann Sheperd or Sheridan or something like that. Can't remember her last name. It was super cute, and really fun to watch. We also watched two episodes of the original television show Bewitched with Elizabeth Montgomery. So fun!


I'm going to bed now. Exhausted! And sorry that was such a boring post. It's just my life, you know?

Other random pics from St. George (I'll post more later, most likely...if you want to see them. Let me know if you do. :) )

ELIZA...

Stole this from Q. It's a program where you type a response and it generates a basic question/answer. My sentences have >> before them.

>> Hello.
How do you do. Please state your problem.
>> I don't have any problems
Don't you really have any problems ?
>> Well, it could be possible that I do.
You say it could be possible that you do ?
>> Yes.
You seem to be quite positive.
>> Actually, I'm not.
Is it because you are not that you came to me ?
>> No. My friend told me about you.
Are you saying no just to be negative?
>> No.
You are being a bit negative.
>> Nope.
I'm not sure I understand you fully.
>> I don't understand you, either.
Why don't you understand I ?
>> You mean, why don't I understand you?
We were discussing you -- not me.
>> No, we're discussing you.
Why not ?
>> What?
Why do you ask ?
>> Oh my goodness.
Your goodness ?
>> You are completely inept, you know that?
What makes you think I am completely inept ?
>> Your answers and questions.
Why are you concerned over my answers and questions ?
>> They're completely incoherent.
Lets discuss further why your goodness .
>> It's an idiomatic expression.
Please go on.
>> It expresses frustration.
What does that suggest to you ?
>> That I'm frustrated.
How long have you been frustrated ?
>> Since I began speaking with you.
Perhaps in your fantasies we began speaking with each other.
>> I'm sure we didn't not.
Do you believe it is normal to be sure we didn't not ?
>> Oh, completely.
Do you feel strongly about discussing such things ?
>> Not at the moment.
I'm not sure I understand you fully.
>> Here we go again.
Please go on.
>> No!
Why 'no' ?
>> Because you're bugging me!
Is that the real reason ?
>> No.
Are you saying no just to be negative?
>> Why not, sure.
Does that question interest you ?
>> Not in the slightest.
What does that suggest to you ?
>> That you're stupid.
Does it please you to believe I am stupid ?
>> YES, very much.
You are sure.
>> I've never been more sure in my life.
Why do you say your life ?
>> Because it's the only one I've had.
Don't any other reasons come to mind ?
>> Not really.
But your life .
>> What?
What is it you really wanted to know ?
>> If this program worked or not.
Do you think its likely that this program worked or not ?
>> It works. But I don't like it. It's frustrating.
Do you wish to be able to like it ?
>> I do not.
Can you elaborate on that ?
>> I could, but I don't want to.
Do you say you could for some special reason ?
>> You asked.
Oh, I asked ?
>> Duh.
Do you feel strongly about discussing such things ?
>> No.
You are being a bit negative.
>> Fine.
I'm not sure I understand you fully.
>> Good bye
Please go on.
>> No!
Why not ?
>> I get the last word, fool!
That's quite interesting.
>> ARG!

waste away...

I think I got out of bed for a total of two hours today. No joke. I really didn't do much at all. My body decided it wanted to be a furnace with one setting staying at "High," my throat turned into sandpaper, and my head was split like a watermelon. Luckily I found some Harry Potter fanfiction to read, and I can think about what I have to do for the rest of the week.

March will be leaving us soon. The whole month has been lion-like, roaring his dislike of warmth and biting down hard on any hints of spring. He's a temperamental cat, he is. Maybe if I'd put out a bowl of milk for him, he'd have settled down a bit and let the sun come out. His windy tantrums won't be missed, I can assure you of that.

*sigh* School tomorrow. Don't wanna go. Phooey.

you can find me here...

From Q.

A map of me on this blustery day.

Eyes: fixed on my screen.
Ears: filled with the tones of Jim Dale.
Lips: split and bleeding. Again.
Hair: pinned in a round knot and very wet.
Knees: tucked in a sleeping bag and bruised.

Want to play?

What points would you plot to locate yourself, to map a moment? [You don't have to use the same points I did.]

today will be tomorrow's...

I will post about today, Sunday, and Saturday tomorrow. I'm too worn out right now. Topics that will be covered:

1. Stake Dance
2. Disney Monopoly
3. Artic Circle Capers
4. Mom's Magic Moments
5. Draper Temple Dedication
6. Tender Mercies/Near Catastrophes
7. Science Class
8. Library Changes
9. Mom's Not-so-Magic Moments
10. Sleeping Pill Giggles
11. Tomorrow's Entry/stuff that happens tomorrow and not today, Saturday, or Sunday

I only write this list so as to remind myself what I intended to write about today tomorrow so I won't forget what I was going to write about today tomorrow. *smirk* Figure THAT one out.

So, there you go.

Toodles!

hatred...

I did something stupid today. I went upstairs and watched a part of "The Hiding Place", and now I feel an overwhelming hatred for the Germans of that time. It's the strongest, hottest, most poisonous anger that I have ever felt in my entire life. I don't understand how the guards who worked in the camps could consider themselves better, or even human. Right now it is my dearest wish to rip them all to pieces, to see them hurt in every way possible. I know it's wrong of me to want that, but I feel so uncontrollably angry.

I don't know how anyone could treat another living creature in such a way, especially someone who is just like them. I'm so angry that I'm crying. How is it possible for people to do that to one another? And now I feel like doing the same thing. Why does that happen? Why did they do it? And why do I have urges to become the same sort of monster that the Germans were?

My whole body aches. Every beating and lashing I viewed is now present upon my own body and soul, like phantom reminders of the past. The skin on my back feels each tear and strike; the muscles and veins of my hands and wrists bleed. My mind sees the images of suffering and pain and transfers it onto my own body. The sights, sounds, and memories feed the hate I feel. I hate what happens to people. I hate it. I hate them. And I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't. How can I stay away from such hatred? How can I keep it from destroying me, like it destroyed so many before?

I know that Christ has felt every single thing that those people felt, and that I feel now. Could he have possibly felt the hate that I feel, and feel the pain it adds? Does he understand? I know he can help if I let him. That's how I can stay away from such hatred. This has shown me again how much I need a Savior, and he's there. Always. No matter what happens, he's there.

I don't feel hate anymore. Just pain and sadness, a horrible, aching emptiness. I don't understand it. I wish it had never happened to anyone.

The hate is easier. It's easier to feel. You can let it control you and it makes you stronger. But in the end, it will only break you. The sadness is harder to bear, but it doesn't feel evil. It makes me want to help those in need now, and to make sure that justice is brought about for those who suffer today. Sadness isn't hot. It doesn't make me want to rip people apart. Sadness is cool and makes me want to help. If that makes any sense.

I'm sorry I've gone off on this for so long. It helped though, to write out what I was feeling. I'm still horribly sad, but I know how to stay away from such anger. See, I don't think things through all the way until I examine how I feel. I have to let how I feel and what I'm thinking bleed out onto a page, whether in my own handwriting or pounding it out on a keyboard. Then I can get to a resolution. And I have, really. I don't feel angry. And the sadness is ebbing away and changing into a resolve to make the world better so that where I live this sort of thing won't happen. I'll try to lift others up instead of bringing them down, because crushing, tearing words can be just as painful as whips and guns. Even more, I think. I can't stop a war, and I can't force people to think the way I do, but I can help individual people not feel so alone. I can help in different ways.

Again, I'm sorry. I'll still post this, because after all this is my journal. But now you know why I did.

zzzz...

Too tired to post anything. Will make up for it tomorrow.

Cheers.

packages...

OMGOSH!!! MY 13TH REALITY BOOKS CAME TODAY!!! PACKAGE FOR ME!!!!

Okay, now that I'm done squeeing out, I will post. My books came. I pasted in my autographs from James Dashner. And the books are now sitting in the honor position on my bookshelf. They'll be booted off sometime when I get a new squeeful book, but that won't be for awhile. My books get rotated, you see. Whichever one is newest or I'm currently reading resides in that special place. They each sit there at least twice a year, so it's all good. No hurt feelings.

YAY!!!

things to change...

I've been thinking today, and I've decided some of the things I want to change about myself-

Thing to change number one:
I would not be such a klutz. I have broken the school record for falling down the staircase, I’m sure of it. I also trip, slide, fall, and tumble over backpacks, feet, my shoes, and invisible objects. I’m talented. I trip up stairs and over flat surfaces. It’s why one of my new favorite phrases goes like this: “I didn’t trip. It was a gravity surge.” Unfortunately gravity might not exist, so I don’t know how long I can use that as an excuse…

Thing to change number two:
I would be able to draw. I wish, I wish, I wish that I could draw. And paint. And take good pictures. And…yeah. Just do art in general. It would be so amazing to me to be able to see an image in my head or in the world and be able to capture it with the strokes of a pencil. Even the sounds amaze me. I just wish that I could be a part of that.

Thing to change number three:
I really am probably the most selfish person in the world. I constantly am thinking about my own comfort, when I get to use the car, how unfair the world is to me, blah, blah, blah. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating. But still. I focus way too much on myself and forget about others around me. I think I need to be more conscientious of others and look outside of myself instead of inwards. The world revolves around the sun, not GKB.

Thing to change number four:
Another I want to change is my inherent lack of understanding people. I was recently told that people give each other cues in communication and societies and cultures are expected to respond in a certain way. When someone looks you in the eye, like a teacher or a friend in the hallway, they are not challenging you. They’re trying to establish a connection and say hello. I always look away, at my feet, at the ceiling, anywhere but their face. I feel threatened by this link. I also interrupt a lot. My brain jumps from topic to topic like a frog from lily pad to lily pad. I think of things, and that thought triggers another, and so on. But I have to realize that just because my brain moves like lightning, other people will still be on the original subject. I have to wait my turn to talk, and I can’t change the subject.

Thing to change number five:
I don’t want to be afraid of everything. I’m afraid to try new things, I’m afraid to talk to people, I’m still afraid of the dark. Everything unknown and new frightens me. I want to be able to try things out and get to know what I like. I’m afraid to fail. I guess I need to get over that.

diagnosis...

My diagnosis of March was incorrect. March is no longer docile. In fact, I believe that March's personality could be described as inconsistent. I think we have a definite case of bi-polar disorder in this month.

It started out nice and peaceful, with mild temperatures and gentle sun. Then last night came a big wind storm, and all day there has been wind. The sun is clouded by dust and dirt, and to go outside you risk suffocation.

I'm exaggerating (exagerating? exagerrating? exxagerating? help me? man, i feel like Hank the Cowdog) about actually suffocating, but you do get a nasty mouth, ear, eye, and noseful of lovely dirt. It's not very fun.

So, don't come to me for medical help. My misdiagnoses (???) will probably just cause you a lot of heartache or foul up your vacation plans. Besides that, I don't have malpractice insurance. ;)

NyQuil...

That stuff makes me do crazy things. Well, not do crazy things. But dream them. Remember how I was all upset about Mr. Clark and my essays? Last night I dreamt that I sent Mr. Clark all of these mean messages and drew on his walls and stuff. Some of the stuff was pretty funny, but most of it was really mean. Honestly, I would never do that in real life. But it was funny to think about.

NyQuil seriously has hangover effects (not that I'd know, but I've heard the same from those who do). I've felt sort of dopey and slow all day. Woot. The worst part about NyQuil, though, is the taste. I hate the taste of black licorice. Always have, and probably always will. Well, Wal-Mart doesn't sell the cherry flavored cough syrup anymore (which didn't taste that great either), and the only stuff they have now is black licorice flavored. Yeeeeuck. The color is pretty cool. It's a dark, cool green, sort of how I imagine the under wing scales of a dragon might be (yes, I'm thinking about dragons). You'd think it would taste good, but no. Uh, uh. Double nada. It's gross!!!

Hm. I think I'll go have some more.




Just kidding.

online...

I find it extremely hard to go to bed. Because the closest I can get to him is when we're both online at the same time.

listless...

I have homework to do, a room to clean, laundry to finish, and mutual to go to...but I just don't feel capable of doing anything. Why is that?

please leave a message after the tone?

The phone keeps ringing and ringing over and over again and no one is ever on the other end. It's starting to bother me a lot. I still answer it though, just in case it's some robber or someone who's trying to see if no one is home. Maybe I'll do a man's voice next time. *smirk*

Ceramics is turning out to be okay. I'm better at Woods. Then again, I was pretty horrid at Woods the first week. I guess I just need to learn more. We started working on pencil holders today. I got the entire main body of the vase finished, and next class period we'll start doing something else with them. I think we'll be adding the foot (bottom that sticks out a bit) and the lip (thing that goes around the top of the vase). Then we have to attach something to the vase (the example had a dragon attached to it) and carve in a design of some sort. Oh, and we also have to cut something out of it (like a window in the above example which the dragon is looking into). It'll be interesting. I just can't think of what exactly I want to do with mine.

Mr. Steadman is a lot better to be around when he is actually working on something or teaching students. He seems to be sort of a nervous person who needs to be doing something with his hands a lot. The one really bad thing about the class so far: we have to do a bunch of different sketch book assignments. I cannot draw. "Anyone who can hold a pencil can draw," Steadman says. Well, a monkey can hold a hammer and hit someone in the head with it but miss the nail. Yeah. I suck. *sigh* Does anyone know where I can find a nice sketch book?

So I was up late (again) doing homework for science. We started a new class, because technically the full year class is divided into two different units of study. Last semester we focused on Environmental Geology, and this semester we are doing Environmental Science (I did not know that until Monday). The homework questions are a lot harder this time. In the previous textbook (we got new ones, nice hardcover with a snowy evening and wolves on it. arooooooo!), the questions all had the page numbers marked next to them so you could find the references easily. This textbook makes you actually think logically about the answer you will write. You can't just look up a definition. You have to state your opinion. It takes a lot longer to do. Anyway, I did the homework last night. When I got to my Spanish class, I realized that I had done the WRONG chapter!!! Um, I thought I was pretty much screwed, so I did Chapter 1 in class. Grand total: 6 pages. Number of questions: 6. Mhmmmmm. Painful.

Vacuum got clogged again at work. Stupid bobby pins. They're the same color as the carpet, so I don't even know that they're there until the red light goes on and the vacuum starts spitting dirt everywhere. So my pants were covered in clay and dirt. I must be turning into some sort of seacoast or something. The lunch ladies at school, oh pardon me, I mean the Centennial Child Nutrition Program, gave me a loaf of bread for my birthday, which isn't until...yeah. It's not today. And the principal, aka the boss of my boss, gave me movie tickets. In December. Meaning I've all ready used them. And yes, I went to see "Twilight." SQUEE!!! Amazing. Loved it. And the bread tastes really good. So soft and yummy.

K, I'm done now.

shake it up...

Gotta add some pink in here somewhere. I have steadily grown fond of that color, even though I try to say I hate it. I will now tell the world...I LOVE PINK. Don't tell any of the boys that. I don't want them to think I'm too girly. I mean, the girl who slices her finger open on the bandsaw, drills her hand with the press, and sands her thumb to a point likes PINK!?!?! ....Pffft, forget about her.

One of my friends doesn't want to do a "Day Date" for Preference. I want to. Really, really badly, but this girl just doesn't want to and doesn't want me or my other friend to. So too bad, I think. I'll just ask Tony to a movie or something on Friday.

Okay, I need advice. Should I stay in Ceramics, even though I can't stand the teacher, the feel of the clay, or the atmosphere in the class? I walked in the room yesterday and just felt....I dunno. Some sort of "whoosh...uh oh" sort of thing. But the nice thing about the new semester is that my new Seminary teacher is pretty much the bomb dot com. Not quite as bomb-diggety dot com as Brother Johnson, but Brother Burr is close. I mean, the guy is five feet seven inches tall and likes to jump off of 102 foot tall cliffs. He has serious thrill issues.

Got cold hands again. And muchos tareas. ARG!!! I HATE HOMEWORK!!! Who doesn't?