Well, everyone, it's Halloween. No school for me!
No, we do not get a holiday (I wish) but at the High School, the SRC set up this wicked awesome Haunted House. I get to act in it, being Secretary of the Elementary school. So I get to skip school and stagger towards the frightened tourists as they jostle for the escape door.
Ha ha.
Okay, so the high school kids are pretty much jerks about it, teasing, iffy language and a few fingers, but for the littler kids it'll be cool. High school was in the morning. My class went this morning too, even though we're ES, and I went with them. Even though I knew every setup and lots of the scares I still jumped/screamed/peed my pants every time. (JK on the last one.)
After school, I'm slipping on a fuzzy gorilla suit with my tattered zombie clothes over top, and gluing on this sweet werewolf nose.
Trick or treat!
31.10.08
25.10.08
EDWARD
This, my friends, is the original, "slurpin' worth" picture...
Okay, so I don't really hang out with peeps who AREN'T in love with Edward Cullen, so naturally I have a lot of friends. My mom says someday it's gonna hit me that Edward ISN'T REAL, but till then I'm happy. Here's a few lovely pics me and my buddy Lizzy "fixed" on paint.NET
Here's the "vampire revealed..."
Here's his true beauty...
And here's the evidence of his slurpin' worthiness!
Here's his true beauty...And here's the evidence of his slurpin' worthiness! 19.10.08
Mary Sue and Phantom of the Opera
I got this from Jehsyka's blog, Autumn Rider, and I took the Mary Sue Litmus Test, (and I just figured out the links and am having a blast.) Ha-ha. Unfortunately, Clarabelle is an "Iredeemable Sue," and I don't know what that means, but it doesn't look good. Crapola.
On a sweeter note, last night I borrowed from my friend THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, or as the Francais say, "Le Phantome De La Opera." With squigglies in there.
It was SWEET. I realized how pathetic I am when I recited the auctioneers' speech with him. (Lot 666, then. A chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera, a mystery never fully explained...) LOL. Go me.
Stuff I didn't like was...
--Some song lyrics were changed. This totally messed me up.
--Raoul's hair was long. Ew.
--Phantom's voice was kinda highish, not deep and rumbly like it should be.
--The chandelier falls BEFORE the masquerade.
--They talked some parts they should've sang. At the masquerade, Christine's supposed to sing, "Thiiink O-of it! A secret en-GAGE-ment, look. You're fu-TURE bride!...) Instead she talked it. Jeez, Christine. And the loser who directed it. It was still fairly fantabulous though. Buquet's death inspired me to hang a foam skeleton with twine in a little 2-D foam graveyard scene I did with my lil bro. Tee-hee.
On a sweeter note, last night I borrowed from my friend THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, or as the Francais say, "Le Phantome De La Opera." With squigglies in there.
It was SWEET. I realized how pathetic I am when I recited the auctioneers' speech with him. (Lot 666, then. A chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera, a mystery never fully explained...) LOL. Go me.
Stuff I didn't like was...
--Some song lyrics were changed. This totally messed me up.
--Raoul's hair was long. Ew.
--Phantom's voice was kinda highish, not deep and rumbly like it should be.
--The chandelier falls BEFORE the masquerade.
--They talked some parts they should've sang. At the masquerade, Christine's supposed to sing, "Thiiink O-of it! A secret en-GAGE-ment, look. You're fu-TURE bride!...) Instead she talked it. Jeez, Christine. And the loser who directed it. It was still fairly fantabulous though. Buquet's death inspired me to hang a foam skeleton with twine in a little 2-D foam graveyard scene I did with my lil bro. Tee-hee.
18.10.08
Religion
Today, I went to this program at my church with my Catechism class. I didn't really want to go at first. I mean, it was at nine o'clock in the morning on a Saturday! That's just not what I normally do. Sometimes I don't go to Mass on Sunday at nine, either. I'm a bad girl.
But whoa, was I ever glad I went today. Dude. It started out just with plain Mass upstairs, and my Catechism class (the seven of us) were the youngest ones there. Everyone else was either our parents or old people. I later realized I was the youngest one there! (But just by 20 days.)
After Mass we went downstairs and two women delivered speeches. The first was Michelle. I really really liked her. I foolishly agreed to be a volunteer (stupid, stupid) and Kristy blindfolded me, led me upstairs (and into a pole, ouch) and I had to wait there for a few minutes. Then Taylor came up with Kristy and they led me back down. I then had to find a chocolate bar by the small crowd yelling "hot" or "cold." Everyone hollered one or the other, but at the same time. I was trapped inside a white-and-green dish towel, arms outstretched, lost in a confusing muddle of overlapping voices. Not helpful, to say the least.
Anyhoo, Michelle eventually called me to a stop (time's up, she said) and was saying stuff like how finding Jesus is like being in a mass of confusion, with some voices louder than the others. You have to tune it all out and listen carefully for the truth. Very interesting, very effective.
Carmen is actually a published author. She wrote Arms of Love, a Christian novel about courtship. You shouldn't date until you're ready to be married, because dating is looking for the person you'll marry. She talked about how you shouldn't kiss until you meet the right person, cuz kissing is taking away treasures from the right person (husband or wife.) She said some peoples' first kiss is at the altar.
Sounds a bit extreme to me. I understand, or I think I do, why people would do that. It just makes the wedding day and maritial days that much better. But still, who can hold off that much temptation? And do you know many guys who would do that for you?
Michelle has a fiancee. His name is Sean, and they met, "courted" for two months and then he proposed. They haven't kissed or anything and aren't planning to until February 14th, when they say, "I do." I find that really sweet and cute and romantic. I deeply admire the pair for deciding that and following through with that.
All in all, it was really an inspiring and uplifting day. Will I follow through with all that courtship jazz? I might. Some of it, anyways. I mean, before I was all for my first real boyfriend and kiss and all that, but now I just wanna wait for my perfect dude. It'll be a fair few years, but it will be perfect. God has it all planned out, I'm sure, so I'll just hang tight till then. It will be a long wait, but He knows what He's doing.
Yeah. Go Roman Catholicism!
P.S. Carmen Marcoux also talked about something intriguing, something she called "love at no sight." She (or someone else, I dunno) said it struck them one day how much they loved their future husband. She didn't know him, but it would cross her mind, "I wonder what he's doing right now..." She'd pray for him. I think that's really cool, something possible only with God!
The only way for me to end this post... Amen!!!!!!!!!!!
But whoa, was I ever glad I went today. Dude. It started out just with plain Mass upstairs, and my Catechism class (the seven of us) were the youngest ones there. Everyone else was either our parents or old people. I later realized I was the youngest one there! (But just by 20 days.)
After Mass we went downstairs and two women delivered speeches. The first was Michelle. I really really liked her. I foolishly agreed to be a volunteer (stupid, stupid) and Kristy blindfolded me, led me upstairs (and into a pole, ouch) and I had to wait there for a few minutes. Then Taylor came up with Kristy and they led me back down. I then had to find a chocolate bar by the small crowd yelling "hot" or "cold." Everyone hollered one or the other, but at the same time. I was trapped inside a white-and-green dish towel, arms outstretched, lost in a confusing muddle of overlapping voices. Not helpful, to say the least.
Anyhoo, Michelle eventually called me to a stop (time's up, she said) and was saying stuff like how finding Jesus is like being in a mass of confusion, with some voices louder than the others. You have to tune it all out and listen carefully for the truth. Very interesting, very effective.
Carmen is actually a published author. She wrote Arms of Love, a Christian novel about courtship. You shouldn't date until you're ready to be married, because dating is looking for the person you'll marry. She talked about how you shouldn't kiss until you meet the right person, cuz kissing is taking away treasures from the right person (husband or wife.) She said some peoples' first kiss is at the altar.
Sounds a bit extreme to me. I understand, or I think I do, why people would do that. It just makes the wedding day and maritial days that much better. But still, who can hold off that much temptation? And do you know many guys who would do that for you?
Michelle has a fiancee. His name is Sean, and they met, "courted" for two months and then he proposed. They haven't kissed or anything and aren't planning to until February 14th, when they say, "I do." I find that really sweet and cute and romantic. I deeply admire the pair for deciding that and following through with that.
All in all, it was really an inspiring and uplifting day. Will I follow through with all that courtship jazz? I might. Some of it, anyways. I mean, before I was all for my first real boyfriend and kiss and all that, but now I just wanna wait for my perfect dude. It'll be a fair few years, but it will be perfect. God has it all planned out, I'm sure, so I'll just hang tight till then. It will be a long wait, but He knows what He's doing.
Yeah. Go Roman Catholicism!
P.S. Carmen Marcoux also talked about something intriguing, something she called "love at no sight." She (or someone else, I dunno) said it struck them one day how much they loved their future husband. She didn't know him, but it would cross her mind, "I wonder what he's doing right now..." She'd pray for him. I think that's really cool, something possible only with God!
The only way for me to end this post... Amen!!!!!!!!!!!
4.10.08
Busy Bee
Huzzah! It's the weekend! This week seemed so freakin' long. Last year, my Fridays were relaxing at least: come home, race my bro to the PS2 (We can only play on weekends. Urgh!)
Read, watch TV, etc. But THIS year I have three dances on Friday! My schedule goes like this:
MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY FRIDAY
Ballet Ballet Exam Nuthin'! Papers Tap
Jazz
Tap Exam
Yeah. Notice how everything sorta piles up on Friday?! I mean, sheez. Friday used to be a relaxin' day. Now it's the busiest day of the week! At least I don't take skating this year. Last year, on Monday, I would go to the rink right after school and teach Learn-To-Skate for an hour (three forty-five to four forty-five) and then figure skate until six-fifteen. My mom teaches all the skating in town. But this year, at school, instead of Kindergarten twice a week, it's every day. So she doesn't have time anymore, and no one else in town would do it. Jerks.
But last year, oh man, Thursdays?!??!!!? Killer! I would DREAD them! If I had a test on Friday, it was like, oops, guess I'm flunkin that test!
(Okay, that's an exaggeration. I get good marks and have never flunked a test. Worst mark: 62%. On math. Oops.)
Last year, Thursdays were: School, learn-to-skate, figure-skating, rush home, eat supper, deliver papers, go to Jazz. Argh. Do ya blame me for dreading it?!?!?!?!?
Yes, Landon and I have a paper route. We split it-- I do 6th and half of 7th street, Landon does 8thand half of 7th street. We get paid a fair wad, too. Not bad. Recently I bought this sweet sound system for my room--it plays CDs, Radio, and ipod.
My other money-makin' biz is baby-sitting. I actually like it. I haven't got any jobs for a while, though: I have a lot of stuff up. Plus, all my units in school are nearing the end; I have tests.
Not that I study a lot for them though. I studied once for my ELA and got ninety-five.
So, I think I'll change out of my pajamas and go watch the Senior Girls Volleyball Tournament at the high school. Oh, crud, on my schedule I missed out on volleyball. I have games on Tuesday and practices on Thursday. I gotta check the weather, first. I always check the online weather forecast before I get dressed. Is that weird???????
Sincerely,
the busy, busy, busy, busy bee.
2.10.08
New Look!
Look at my new look!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Ain't it just lovely? I spent a heck of a long time fiddlin around, so everyone better feel like getting on their knees to thank me for this gorgeous blog.
I don't see anyone on their knees!
People should be kneeling.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, wai-
Okay, that dude over there did. Now I'm happy.
I really like this background because it's bright and cheerful and reflects a "save the environment" sort of thing. The environment needs saving, people. Gosh.
Whoever likes it, comment.
Whoever doesn't like it, comment.
Whoever has no comment, comment.
Comment.
~That's All I Ask Of You~
P.S. That's a wicked sweet Phantom song, and if I was talking to someone I would burst into the song right now.
P.P.S. *SAY YOU'LL SHARE WITH ME ONE LOVE, ONE LIFETIME. SAY THE WORD AND I WIL FOLLOW YOU...da-da-da-da SAY YOU LOVE ME EVERY WAKING MOMENT SAY YOU LOVE ME YOU KNOW I DO...LOVE ME, THAT'S ALL I ASK OF YOU*
P.P.P.S. Sorry. Couldn't restrain myself.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Ain't it just lovely? I spent a heck of a long time fiddlin around, so everyone better feel like getting on their knees to thank me for this gorgeous blog.
I don't see anyone on their knees!
People should be kneeling.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, wai-
Okay, that dude over there did. Now I'm happy.
I really like this background because it's bright and cheerful and reflects a "save the environment" sort of thing. The environment needs saving, people. Gosh.
Whoever likes it, comment.
Whoever doesn't like it, comment.
Whoever has no comment, comment.
Comment.
~That's All I Ask Of You~
P.S. That's a wicked sweet Phantom song, and if I was talking to someone I would burst into the song right now.
P.P.S. *SAY YOU'LL SHARE WITH ME ONE LOVE, ONE LIFETIME. SAY THE WORD AND I WIL FOLLOW YOU...da-da-da-da SAY YOU LOVE ME EVERY WAKING MOMENT SAY YOU LOVE ME YOU KNOW I DO...LOVE ME, THAT'S ALL I ASK OF YOU*
P.P.P.S. Sorry. Couldn't restrain myself.
1.10.08
Blogger Templates
I've got a question, all you bloggerinos with no lives. How do you get new templates???? Short of fiddlin around with code, I mean. What do I look like, a person with a brain????
A
Cuz I have tried more than thirty-seven times to either a) download the template, then upload it and getting a bunch of crap in the HTML box and b) get the code, copy and paste into the HTML box. Neither worked!!
You dudes all have slick blogs! SHOW ME! I AM DYING OF BLOG LAMENESS!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A
Cuz I have tried more than thirty-seven times to either a) download the template, then upload it and getting a bunch of crap in the HTML box and b) get the code, copy and paste into the HTML box. Neither worked!!
You dudes all have slick blogs! SHOW ME! I AM DYING OF BLOG LAMENESS!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boredom
Yah, you heard me. I'm bored. This may seem a tad pathetic, since Wednesday is the only day I don't have something up after school. Monday/ Ballet class. Tuesday/Volleyball and ballet exam.
Wednesday/NOTHING. Thursday/Deliver papers and volleyball. Friday/ Tap, jazz, and tap exam.
Yup. I really wanna make cookies right now, cuz oatmeal cookie dough sounds good if you forget about salmonella-inducing raw eggs. It may seem weird, cuz last week I made oatmeal choco-chip cookies, last weekend I made plain choco-chip cookies, and here I am craving oatmeal chocolate chips. Again.
Ya'll know what? I think I will. (Maybe the Spirits of Ailment are lactose-intollerant!) Plus there's no wrong time for a hearty homebaked cookie!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, drat, I'll have to do the dishes. Maybe I can scarf up a deal with my bro. :)
Wednesday/NOTHING. Thursday/Deliver papers and volleyball. Friday/ Tap, jazz, and tap exam.
Yup. I really wanna make cookies right now, cuz oatmeal cookie dough sounds good if you forget about salmonella-inducing raw eggs. It may seem weird, cuz last week I made oatmeal choco-chip cookies, last weekend I made plain choco-chip cookies, and here I am craving oatmeal chocolate chips. Again.
Ya'll know what? I think I will. (Maybe the Spirits of Ailment are lactose-intollerant!) Plus there's no wrong time for a hearty homebaked cookie!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, drat, I'll have to do the dishes. Maybe I can scarf up a deal with my bro. :)
Injury
Energy Status: full enough, could be better
Hair Status: Crunchy from the mousse I use
Vision Status: Contacts. Vision -3.75 in left eye and -4.75 in my right
Right Knee Status: KILLING ME!!!
AAAAAAAUUURGH! My knee is freakin on fi-wuh! (FYI, that's how my lil bro said fire when he was little.) I really don't wanna miss my volleyball game tomorrow, and I have three dance classes on Friday! Jeezum! Why don't the Spirits of Ailment pick on someone else's joints?
Hair Status: Crunchy from the mousse I use
Vision Status: Contacts. Vision -3.75 in left eye and -4.75 in my right
Right Knee Status: KILLING ME!!!
AAAAAAAUUURGH! My knee is freakin on fi-wuh! (FYI, that's how my lil bro said fire when he was little.) I really don't wanna miss my volleyball game tomorrow, and I have three dance classes on Friday! Jeezum! Why don't the Spirits of Ailment pick on someone else's joints?
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