1st Semester 2007
1 English Honors
2 American Sign Language 1
3 Biology Honors
4 Algebra 2 w/ Trigonometry
Lunch - Symphonic Band
5 Web Design
6 Aerobics
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Water
School is out on the 25th. YES! Can't wait. I do not want to be a freshman anymore.
Damn you 'insert' key. I'm always hitting along with 'caps lock.'
Blood Red Horse=awesome book.
Mrs.(Ms.?) Legore is one of those people that make your ears bleed when they talk. Her voice, I cannot stand it. She also isn't a very good teacher. She does the problem for you and expects you to get it without really explaining it. Glad we only had her for last week (because of the half days).
I am exhausted, and just realized that I have an English final on Edgar Allan Poe to start tomorrow.
Kelsie had her 15th birthday party here last night and Kateasha, Kelsie, and Bethany left earlier. We went down to the beach and the train tracks. On the way back it was really dark and we kept tripping over everything. We also did spider on the swings (Bethany and I were the best).
The merry-go-round hurt. I ran into Bethananana's leg and hit my elbow three times on the bars. I couldn't move my arm for a few minutes. Anyways we had fun.
I gave Heather a "bath" today. I put her on her leash and tied that to Dad's truck and had to lay on top of her to keep her from under the truck. She was wining really loud. She's a big baby. In the end I was sopping wet, but just the whole entire front of me. This was part of the hour of work I had to do. The first part consisted of carrying a bunch of wood to the front yard. The boards were covered in spiders, and when I saw one about the size of a dollar coin I was done. I traded Shawn. She carried the wood and I unloaded the dishwasher.
That pretty much sums up my week.
Damn you 'insert' key. I'm always hitting along with 'caps lock.'
Blood Red Horse=awesome book.
Mrs.(Ms.?) Legore is one of those people that make your ears bleed when they talk. Her voice, I cannot stand it. She also isn't a very good teacher. She does the problem for you and expects you to get it without really explaining it. Glad we only had her for last week (because of the half days).
I am exhausted, and just realized that I have an English final on Edgar Allan Poe to start tomorrow.
Kelsie had her 15th birthday party here last night and Kateasha, Kelsie, and Bethany left earlier. We went down to the beach and the train tracks. On the way back it was really dark and we kept tripping over everything. We also did spider on the swings (Bethany and I were the best).
The merry-go-round hurt. I ran into Bethananana's leg and hit my elbow three times on the bars. I couldn't move my arm for a few minutes. Anyways we had fun.
I gave Heather a "bath" today. I put her on her leash and tied that to Dad's truck and had to lay on top of her to keep her from under the truck. She was wining really loud. She's a big baby. In the end I was sopping wet, but just the whole entire front of me. This was part of the hour of work I had to do. The first part consisted of carrying a bunch of wood to the front yard. The boards were covered in spiders, and when I saw one about the size of a dollar coin I was done. I traded Shawn. She carried the wood and I unloaded the dishwasher.
That pretty much sums up my week.
Friday, May 25, 2007
My Awesome Day
Got 2 adult teeth pulled; the ones right behind the fangs. I had to get 8 shots before they could do it though. I was numb up to my eyebrows.
Now it's 4:16 AM and I have been up for a little over 23 hours. Why? Because I saw Pirates number 3. It was better than the second, but the first remains top dog. I saw the midnight showing with Bethany, Hailey, Adon, and sort of Kayla (she was there, but not sitting with us).
I am going camping tomorrow, well I guess that would be today, with Bethany's family again. Birch Bay. Oh fun (not sarcastic). With Sarah. *shudder* I can stand Jon and possibly his friend. Probably Lizzy too.
I have a math test tomorrow and with no sleep school ought to be an interesting experience. At least it's a half day.
My mouth is throbbing. No exactly bad, but a steady throb. My mouth has almost completely stopped bleeding :) I don't mind blood or the taste of it, but enough of it running down my throat, which actually happens quite a bit, makes me nauseous.
Keyboard is going blurry. The rest of the room too, now that I look around. Oh well. I have to start getting ready in one hour (5:30).
Now it's 4:16 AM and I have been up for a little over 23 hours. Why? Because I saw Pirates number 3. It was better than the second, but the first remains top dog. I saw the midnight showing with Bethany, Hailey, Adon, and sort of Kayla (she was there, but not sitting with us).
I am going camping tomorrow, well I guess that would be today, with Bethany's family again. Birch Bay. Oh fun (not sarcastic). With Sarah. *shudder* I can stand Jon and possibly his friend. Probably Lizzy too.
I have a math test tomorrow and with no sleep school ought to be an interesting experience. At least it's a half day.
My mouth is throbbing. No exactly bad, but a steady throb. My mouth has almost completely stopped bleeding :) I don't mind blood or the taste of it, but enough of it running down my throat, which actually happens quite a bit, makes me nauseous.
Keyboard is going blurry. The rest of the room too, now that I look around. Oh well. I have to start getting ready in one hour (5:30).
Monday, May 07, 2007
Drama
$283. That's how much money was stolen at the ranch on Sunday morning. It was stolen from 10 girls, two of them losing their wallets. Basically that set everything else into motion.
One girl complained about how she didn't feel safe sleeping in the barn, which was in fact not really a barn. Because of this we all had to go home. Not just the person who didn't feel safe, all 130 some students had to go home. We did still go to Harrison, but we had to leave an hour early (8:00 pm) to get into Everett by midnight. It was a blast. Funny thing was it was cold and overcast the whole entire trip. And I still managed to get sunburned. Nothing major though, just enough to cause mild discomfort of my face. I am bruised in weird places from the trip. I was playing volleyball for about 3 hours and got a bruise on the back of my right hand. Random place. And one on the front of my ankle. That one left me wondering. Which, now that I think about it, was probably from when I was playing soccer.
Harrison was a small town. Swimming was fun, and so was playing (band/choir) on the beach. It was starting to rain when we packed everything up. They asked Shongo to not let it rain on the amps and electrical equipment. That caused everyone to laugh. There was a giant fire. Something like 40 ft by 40 ft by 40ft. It was still burning at 9:00 the next evening.
Oh, and about the money thing; people thought that a random stranger walked into the barn and took the money. Most believe that it was a few of the girls, seniors to be exact. But as usual, the freshman got blamed. Most of us know, though we don't have proof, who stole the money.
Getting across the border was easy both ways. We passed this giant river and all of the "Canadian" things started. Freaking out because it's Canadian water, dirt, dogs. The fire hydrants were red. That one caused a lot of commotion. And all the boats on land (and one tractor...?). They definitely freaked out when they saw the Canadians. It was hilarious, but as usual this was for show, the freaking out I mean. We also had this whacked out chaperon on our bus. He had anger issues. Seriously, he probably beats/beat his wife and kid(s). Scared me. Everyone else too.
We got to the school around 11:30 pm last night and we got to leave around midnight. Earlier Matthews expected us to be in school on time the next day. After 4-5 hours of sleep. Mr. Evans says that we don't have to got to school today if we bring a note tomorrow. I didn't go to school. We might not have a retreat next year because of the bastards that stole the money.
Rumors are going around that Evans and/or Hanson might get fired because of the incident. It's not like they could have prevented it. Matthews doesn't like Evans anyways. Oh yeah, Evans and Hanson are getting married this summer. We don't think either of them will be teaching next year. That's going to be depressing.
One girl complained about how she didn't feel safe sleeping in the barn, which was in fact not really a barn. Because of this we all had to go home. Not just the person who didn't feel safe, all 130 some students had to go home. We did still go to Harrison, but we had to leave an hour early (8:00 pm) to get into Everett by midnight. It was a blast. Funny thing was it was cold and overcast the whole entire trip. And I still managed to get sunburned. Nothing major though, just enough to cause mild discomfort of my face. I am bruised in weird places from the trip. I was playing volleyball for about 3 hours and got a bruise on the back of my right hand. Random place. And one on the front of my ankle. That one left me wondering. Which, now that I think about it, was probably from when I was playing soccer.
Harrison was a small town. Swimming was fun, and so was playing (band/choir) on the beach. It was starting to rain when we packed everything up. They asked Shongo to not let it rain on the amps and electrical equipment. That caused everyone to laugh. There was a giant fire. Something like 40 ft by 40 ft by 40ft. It was still burning at 9:00 the next evening.
Oh, and about the money thing; people thought that a random stranger walked into the barn and took the money. Most believe that it was a few of the girls, seniors to be exact. But as usual, the freshman got blamed. Most of us know, though we don't have proof, who stole the money.
Getting across the border was easy both ways. We passed this giant river and all of the "Canadian" things started. Freaking out because it's Canadian water, dirt, dogs. The fire hydrants were red. That one caused a lot of commotion. And all the boats on land (and one tractor...?). They definitely freaked out when they saw the Canadians. It was hilarious, but as usual this was for show, the freaking out I mean. We also had this whacked out chaperon on our bus. He had anger issues. Seriously, he probably beats/beat his wife and kid(s). Scared me. Everyone else too.
We got to the school around 11:30 pm last night and we got to leave around midnight. Earlier Matthews expected us to be in school on time the next day. After 4-5 hours of sleep. Mr. Evans says that we don't have to got to school today if we bring a note tomorrow. I didn't go to school. We might not have a retreat next year because of the bastards that stole the money.
Rumors are going around that Evans and/or Hanson might get fired because of the incident. It's not like they could have prevented it. Matthews doesn't like Evans anyways. Oh yeah, Evans and Hanson are getting married this summer. We don't think either of them will be teaching next year. That's going to be depressing.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Headlock by Imogen Heap
Distant flickering, greener scenery.
This weather's bringing it all back again.
Great adventures, faces and conversation.
I'm going outside to take it all in.
You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
We're a different pair, do something out of step.
Throw a stranger an unexpected smile...with big intention.
Still posted at your station.
Always on about the day it should have flied.
You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
Been walking, you've been hiding,
And you look half dead half the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye
I've been walking, you've been hiding,
And you look half dead half the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye
So what, don't care, will not, the end
You know you're better than this
I'll make you start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
This weather's bringing it all back again.
Great adventures, faces and conversation.
I'm going outside to take it all in.
You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
We're a different pair, do something out of step.
Throw a stranger an unexpected smile...with big intention.
Still posted at your station.
Always on about the day it should have flied.
You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
Been walking, you've been hiding,
And you look half dead half the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye
I've been walking, you've been hiding,
And you look half dead half the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye
So what, don't care, will not, the end
You know you're better than this
I'll make you start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
Lumberjack
Me: Katie, you're a minor.
Katie: No I'm not.
Me: You are under 18. You're 13. Therefore, you are a minor.
Katie: No I'm not.
Me: Whatever.
Dad: She's not a miner. She's a lumberjack.
Weird family.
Katie: No I'm not.
Me: You are under 18. You're 13. Therefore, you are a minor.
Katie: No I'm not.
Me: Whatever.
Dad: She's not a miner. She's a lumberjack.
Weird family.
Excited
Katie got three teeth pulled. Two adult, one baby. Ha! She is in pain. And bleeding a lot. Or was, at least. Her adult teeth are like one inch long. It's crazy. She doesn't have to go to school tomorrow. She will have a lot of make-up work, that will never get done. Then she'll fail. Er, more than she already is.
Cheer is weird. Tryouts were supposed to be today, but they weren't...I think. I want to do cheer, but that might not happen if they are as unreliable as dance team was. Dance team was way better about that stuff in 7th and 8th grade. But different schools, different ways.
I am almost to the point where I can type without looking at the keyboard every five seconds. For the most part I can do it, but it's those few letters that throw me off, and bug the heck out of me. This is what it looks like when I don't backspace and don't look at the keyboard:
I an tiponf studd, bui i soint know what to tipw rot thus is what I am tyoinf, I keep fporhettimg to capotallise the neginning of sentences, O and names.
This is what it was supposed to say:
I am typing stuff, but I don't know what to type so this is what I am typing. I keep forgetting to capitalize the beginning of sentences, I and names.
Well, that was interesting.
Cheer is weird. Tryouts were supposed to be today, but they weren't...I think. I want to do cheer, but that might not happen if they are as unreliable as dance team was. Dance team was way better about that stuff in 7th and 8th grade. But different schools, different ways.
I am almost to the point where I can type without looking at the keyboard every five seconds. For the most part I can do it, but it's those few letters that throw me off, and bug the heck out of me. This is what it looks like when I don't backspace and don't look at the keyboard:
I an tiponf studd, bui i soint know what to tipw rot thus is what I am tyoinf, I keep fporhettimg to capotallise the neginning of sentences, O and names.
This is what it was supposed to say:
I am typing stuff, but I don't know what to type so this is what I am typing. I keep forgetting to capitalize the beginning of sentences, I and names.
Well, that was interesting.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
An E-mail by Alessandra and Elinora
So one day...the dino"rabidcanabalisticmaneatingpony"saur escaped from it's escape-proof circle. I told you to run, but you didn't. So then the dino"rabidcanabalisticmaneatingpony"saur came to collect it's 8.99 + Tax for it's Melinda, but you did not have the 8.99 +Tax. So the dino"rabidcanabalisticmaneatingpony"saur sent you to Katie who was it's master, but not really because Alex imprisoned the dino"rabidcanabalisticmaneatingpony"saur in her escape-proof circle. But when you got there the rainbow skies, blood and peaceful sunsets were mysteriously missing. Then you went to see Bat-man. And then he dununununununununued in your face. And blew you up because you ninja'd his Melinda formerly know as Janet. Then there was a... RUN! IT'S COMING!
Retreat
Band and choir retreat this weekend. I'm mildly excited. It should be great to get away from my mom and Katie. I need to do my math homework from the last three days. Oh well. And my English homework, finding all of the metaphors, similes, consonances, and assonance's in the Raven. And accounting. Wow, I've gotten behind. Again, oh well. I'll live. I'm passing anyways. A 3.89 I think. It's not like school is difficult or anything. I mean, I'm in 3 pre-AP classes and accounting and I practically drift through school. Whatever happened to cheer tryouts anyways. This week everything halted. No more practices for the tryouts. The cheerleaders aren't ready for the assembly on Friday. Big surprise there. Most cheerleaders are not the nicest people you will meet, or the smartest. I know that I am not stupid, and I like to believe that I am nicer than most. Might not be though. Stereotypes are odd.
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