H1N1

I don't have it. Not yet.

However, I am indeed ILL. It is not fun, not fun at all. Particularly not with all of my current activities going on. Yesterday I woke up and felt like crap. I went to school. I still felt like crap. I wrote an incredibly easy current events test, except I didn't want to study last night so it was hard. It was pathetic. The EA in my classroom, Mrs. M, commented that I looked ill. She talked to my father, who is a teacher at the high school. He told me to go home. And I did. I had a gross cough which ripped my ab muscles in half every time I coughed, because we had a fitness test on Monday. I died a little. Plus, my brain felt like swollen mucus and dizzy and heavy. I watched Harry Potter number one, the Philosopher's Stone, and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed laughing at how young Daniel Radcliffe looked. Hermione had bushy hair with little curl, just bush. With bangs. Ron just looked the same, mostly. He's a red-head baby face. He always looks the same. He's such a cutie.

Aw...they are so cute.

In my school's haunted house, I am a tour guide. I was nervous about it. Now, however, I'm sick.I hope I can still go to it. Even if they get another tour guide. I can be a random body, or someone. It'll be fun.

I couldn't go back to school the afternoon. I felt gross.

I am getting educated in eighties music. It's grand.

My New Blog!!

Yes, I made another new blog. I tend to do that a lot, don't I?

No promises on staying faithful. But...even I find it cool.

Anyone remember Clarabelle? That was the tentative title of one of my novels. But I chose to work on Miriam's Isle, instead. Which, by the way, is going badly. I think I did ten pages of revisions before I gave up. But not for good. I'm just really busy right now in the school year. I'll have to work it in. I mean, I didn't go on my laptop at all last week. That's a record. For me.

Anyways: Clarabelle. My vampire chick. She has another blog! Only it's not like the one where I decided to post chapters. It is like Clarabelle has her own blog. You can check it out at http://weeping-tears-of-blood.blogspot.com for what she has going on.

Also, I figured when I actually write Clarabelle, I can use the blog for the tidbits to stick in the novel. Please check it out, and post a comment under "Rants". I'm excited about this!

And now I have to study for a Francais test. Est-ce que je peux ouvrir fenetre?

I forget what it means. I really need to study.
Something about a window. Can I Open A Window. Apparently that is a mandatory sentence.

(P.S. My new passion is 80's music. Elton John, Bruce Springsteen, Michael Jackson, White Snake, Duran Duran. It's all good.)

Blossoming Love

I understand now. True love. I have found it, and I have the symptoms. Racing heart, dreamy feeling/expression, and the unconquerable urge to be near them at all times.

"Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey=my true love <3.

My garage band teacher, Mr. M, is educating the whole band in vintage music. Classic rock. On the keyboard, I can now chord for Sweet Home Alabama, Hotel California, Brianna, and this other French song we're playing for the two French-exchange students from Quebec in our class. Alex sings and is also the volleyball captain, and Guilliame (francais for William, I think) rocks out on guitar. Especially the guitar solo in Hotel California.

I love high school so much. It's glorious. I play flute in band, keyboard in g-band, and I had the lead in Junior Drama, which we performed x3 last Tuesday. Schoolwork is going pretty good. I'm a generally good student, but I was struggling with organization. My binders aren't a hellhole of papers, exactly, but if I have an SRC meeting or volleyball game after school I tend to forget my homework. For me, school is more challenging with organization than work.

Oh. We're moving. We're selling our house in town to move to an acreage. I have mixed feelings about it. I'm not opposed, but I'm not peeing myself in glee, either. My room has bigger windows, which is nice. My room now has a tiny, prison hole window in the corner. It's depressing. Also, I bought new bedroom furniture from Ikea during Thanksgiving weekend in Calgary. It's dark, black-brown Hemnes and is rather enchante. However, since we're moving someday, I can't construct it in my room if we're just going to pack it back up. So I'll be glad to get that back up. Also, I will like being able to have a horse. I love horses and riding them. The girls in my family, my lil' sister Kloey especially, is salivating for a horse to ride. Landon wants a quad. Carson wants Lego. I want a goat. They're so charming. However, they're munchy. So the odds are questionable.

There are things I'll miss about town. There are things I'll adore about the acreage. It will be exciting to move. Also, this will be a good lesson for me. In working.

My New and Awesome Playlist:

OLD SCHOOL

• Don't Stop Believin'
• Hotel California
• Time Warp
• Jessie's Girl
• Hit Me With Your Best Shot
• Africa
• Juke Box Hero
• Sweet Child O' Mine
• Billie Jean

I learned that Africa is a remake of an old song.

I love music. I can't imagine a world without it. I can't imagine someone who doesn't like music. Heck, I can't imagine someone who can't make music. I have been able to read notes since I could read, practically. I feel sorry for people who can't. I have such a mishmash of songs on my iPod. It's glorious. Phantom, Foreigner, Sound of Music, Grease...plus modern songs, like Papparazzi, Lovestruck, Avril Lavigne and Taylor Swift. I love most kinds of music.

I'm going to Chorus Line tomorrow. I don't know much about it. Should be fantastic. Haven't seen a musical since Phantom of the Opera. I doubt it'll be quite that marvelous, but you never know.

Okay. I do know. It won't be as good as Phantom. It could be close.

Good-b--

IN MEMORY OF SWIFFER WETJET

My plocaustomus died today. For a bottom-feeding algae sucker, he was a kind-hearted fish and was as attractive as they come.

Fish #8 hit the toilet today. Ouch.

However, Christine, Coraline, and Sephora are still kickin' it. YAY.

Busy, Busy, Buzzlebee

That's what I am. A busy, busy, buzzlebee.You know, like bumble. Minus the mb. Plus zz.

A variety of extra-curriculur activities are clashing currently:

• Volleyball
• Dance
• SRC
• Junior Drama
• Schoolwork

Well, I guess that school isn't extracurriculur. But it is an activity.

I'm a Member At Large on the SRC, which is like SRC except you have less responsibilities. Sometimes. Depends on the M.A.L. Anyways, today, I went to school at eight thirty, and forgot my volleyball jersey. I had French, which I am not, and Social, which is a horrible eighth-grade curriculum, and Art, where I was able to chill. A little. Plus, I bought a Diet Pepsi with my friend at ten minute-break. Diet Pepsi makes life a little fizzier and fresh.

During lunch, I ate food and drank Pepsi while struggling with my lines during drama rehearsal. We were reviewing the end, and I do NOT know those lines. Not very well. I have a lot of lines. I'm like, one of the main characters. I like Junior Drama, do not get me wrong, but it is getting intense, because we're performing on Tuesday and we all suck. Somewhat.

After lunch, math dragged on with a substitute teacher (who's a nice teacher and everything, it's just, well, math. Pythagorean theorisms, anyone?) and then ELA, where we did an artistic project that was glorious. I'm rather proud of mine. I will post it up here, when I'm done, maybe. Finally, the bell rang. Most people got to trek home, jolly and free. I had to scramble back home and search for my volleyball jersey (my daddy, a high school teacher, took pity on me and gave me a ride, though) and scramble back. Then we warmed up for volleyball before the other team came, except we had two teams coming and we were seperated into groups, and I didn't actually play until, like, five thirty.

And then, of course, enter dance. Our tap dance was moved up to five o'clock. A sweet, bouncy eighties-ish song called "Mm Bop" or something, it's pretty fun. I had to leave ten minutes early to jog back to the high school and slide into my knee pads and play the end of a volleyball set. Nothing worth noting happened.

I went home. I ate. I sat on my butt. It was awesome.

I did my papers, which was not. Except I had my iPod. So that brightened the wet, dark streets considerably. But now, I'm feeling really sick and crabby and tired and crabby and tired and I have homework AND a health test to study for. When I really want to go curl up and die. Or at least down some Gravol and sleep for ten hours. But I can't. I would love to be sick and sleep all day tomorrow, but I can't.

I can't get sick now. I can't get sick till Wednesday. I have to go to school and get through my test and two band classes and get my costume together and go to a Volleyball tournament on Saturday and come back early for a two-hour drama rehearsal and then go to two more drama practices on Sunday, then do a complete dress rehearsal on Monday after school (I also have an SRC meeting AND vball practice after school) and then do three performances on Tuesday and go home and THEN I can get sick.

I really don't have time for blogging at all. But I wanted to.

Strangely, although I've never been this busy in my life, I am enjoying it. I am deeply enjoying high school life.

Ciao, bella.

BEST VIDEO EVAH

Hemhem. Yes. A video of myself. An example of the glory of still pictured videos.

<http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lX-tAIwEYog#watch-main-area>

*Spooky*

I'm a "Member at Large" on the SRC this year, and we're following the tradition of last year's Haunted House. Last year, they set up the gym divided into different sections and took the high school and elementary school classes through it. There were mixed reactions. There were fifth-graders who chuckled, tenth-graders who left halfway through, and eleventh-graders who ran up to the zombies, shouting, "Wanna be homies?"

I was a zombie, by the way. Even though I was in Elementary school last year, the executive SRC members (I was secretary) were needed to be actors. Last years' setup was a 'haunted school'. There was a cafeteria where someone fell into the meat grinder, a science lab where a body followed you with bloody neck wounds, a classroom with bodies littered around, etc, etc. I was a zombie, so I was in a coffin on the football field. The players that never went home. It was lit with an eerie greenish light, and the teachers were explaining the history of the field to the kids. Us zombies would slowly rise from our coffins and limp over. The class was then shepherded into these doors and led out through the boiler room, which is creepy by itself, but there were hidden people in the dark. The rest of the time, I played solitaire on my iPod. I had a whole stash of stuff in my coffin. It was grand.

This year, we were going for a haunted town. I don't wanna give too much away, in case someone from my school finds it and blabs, but I get to write the background story! You know, the plotline, history sort of thing. It was really interesting. We have another meeting today. I'm really excited about it. Since I'm just a freshie, I'll probably be cast in a 'lame' roll, since the older kids generally take the good ones, but I'm hoping since I'm in drama I might have some lines or something. Truthfully, in voting, I was rooting for an abandoned circus, since clowns frighten me, and so does circus music, but this is great.

Mwa ha ha ha ha.

Volleyball Tourney

So. I am in the library of my school, blogging on a Saturday. My head is buzzing from the cross-court noise of the gym.

So. My team sucks. We lost every game. And every set. Except for one set, I think. I did okay. Our coach is great. Shelby R makes us laugh. She graduated last year, and found her old locker, which is one of my BFF's, Kensey's, locker this year. It has some pervotical graffitti. So charming.

A diet Pepsi would be extremely lovely right now.