Cringe

So there's this book called Cringe, and it's a bit interesting because it's just a bunch of journals and diaries from people that used to be teenagers (imagine that!)
It's called "cringe" because the author had this thing where she wanted to find the worst /slash/ most embarassing entry ever, the one that made them physically cringe.

It's hilarious, but it's also interesting because, HEY, I'm a teenager. Except some of these people we like, 11 when they wrote the entry, and they were WAY more into dating and popularity than I was when I was 11.

That's not really saying a lot, since I was a weirdo, but still...


In other news.

I'm proofing Tae Jun's college application essay thing, and it made me realize, "Crap. I'm awesome at editing stuff."
I just hate writing essays.

It's been in my mind quite a bit because I have to figure out pretty soon what the heck I'm going to be when I grow up, since I'll have to major in it and live with it for the rest of my life.

My mother is assured that I will be a doctor.
My father is still harboring a secret longing that I will become some sort of artist.

I HAVE NO IDEA.

I like teaching, giving people back massages, and doodling.

I'm good at giving back massages, editing, and memorizing things.

I HATE MATH, WHICH BASICALLY RULES OUT ANYTHING IN THE WORLD.


...


In other news.


I miss Meagan :(
and MVA.


Speaking of MVA...

It's been bothering me that I don't really like it as much as I did. I mean, I still love it there, but the administration has gone CRAZY and I never get to talk to Dean Shiela and it's all just ridiculous.

I'm going to go work on my wedding project now, like I should've been doing the entire time...

When it's cold I'd like to Die...

I miss that song...

In other news.

My little brother is having his birthday party today.

I'm surrounded by pre-pubescebt HELL.

It was worse earlier.

They had NERF GUNS.
I think some of them drew blood.

Except! My favorite is always Isaac. He's so polite! A few years, and he'll be someone's dream guy.


Aaaaand...

I'm bored.

And tired.

WELL THEN.

I'll have a senior year, no meat, to go please. Yes, I'll have some crappy administration on the side. Wild Times? I'm not sure. Okay, but just a size small... Already? Wow, I guess that's why they call it "to go"!


:D


So, there was a sign on Mrs Daniels' door that was asking all the seniors to go give her information for their gown sizes.

We were pretty much freaking out about it, in a very low key way.
(Is that contradictory?)


In other news.

Did I mention that I'm campus bound, taking counseling, working in the cafeteria on weekends, and have my phone taken until January (minus homeleaves)?

Apparently, I'm becoming a wild child.

Will & Alex were suspended for 10 days and missed government trip for streaking naked down freshman hall. Jeff got an in school suspension for telling them NOT to streak down freshman hall.

Jessica and Kristy got a talking to and a letter sent home.

Everyone's been having a ridiculous amount of detentions.



Moving on.

Other than that, senior year = AWESOME.

WALL E

IS COMING OUT ON DVD

THE DAY AFTER MY BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY!

8D


Oh, and I'm campus bound for the first semester. And I have to take counseling with Dr Balraj.

Because I'm an irresponsible juvenile delinquent.

:D

Cyrano de Bergerac

He's my hero.

And it's super tragic, because...

Well, you should read it. Or watch the movie, even the modern interpretation one with Steve Martin, Roxanne. Mickey & Allison are actually watching it right now, and that's what reminded me. Except I think this one has a happier ending than the real story.

By the way-

Steve Martin = ♥love♥

LA Story is one of my favorites, along with A Simple Twist of Fate. Of course I like the random funny ones, like Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, The Jerk, and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Oh, and ¡Three Amigos!.

So, anyways. I could go on and on, but I'd rather rant about something else.

Like how
I'M HOPELESS!

Completely in a kidding-yet-totally-true way, of course.

Oh, plus I think I'm starting to become popular and I don't think I like it a whole lot. I don't get to talk to Ayana as much :(

There's a few other things, but they're mean and I don't like that when there's even the smallest chance that the person that I'm talking about might see it.

Because sometimes I feel mean, but I hate to actually offend anyone.


In other news...

Ummm...

Gymnastics has started. We aren't going to Acrofest because (in my opinion) our coaches were afraid to take the risk of actually trying to work for it. I've been kind of feeling useless too, because we have more guys on the team this year, which means that I'm probably just going to be backspotting and giving pointers. Plus the whole thing where we did knee-shoulders and my shoulder did that thing where it goes in & out of the socket, and as soon as that was feeling better I sprained my wrist.

I have a theory that next thing to go will either be by butt-bone, my hip, or my knee. Since I've already messed up my nose, neck, shoulder, and wrist.

Anywho.

So, I'm going to go now.

I've let myself type way to much :D

PS- I love Flapjacks ♥

WOW

Seriously, wow.

So much has happened since the beginning of school...

Okay, RA camp/ freshman orientation. Met the new dean (Arnesia), was lost and consequently found, memorized all of the freshman girls & made friendly with them, got hit on three times in one day (all freshman guys, by the way)... Et cetera.

Then school started.

So, breakfast is in the dorms this year. That's awesome :D Anywho. I start class at 7:30 am, and depending on the day I get out at either 4:30 or 3 pm (mondays/wednesdays and tuesday/thursdays, repectively). I was working at the Laurels (nursing home nearby) for a bit, but I hate that kind of place so not so anymore. At least I know that I don't have TB... Anywho, soon my free time will be spent in the cafe or some other random campus job, then I'll have gymnastics and then RAing (I have two jobs because we're paying barely anything for tuition cuz we're poor).

So, I'm pretty busy.

But it's pretty fun, too. Being a senior in itself is an advantage. All the staff members know you and love you and let you do things _{(that aren't blatantly against the rules)}~♥

Like Katie, Jessica, Kristy & I can go out to eat. And we do :D We went to Bob Evans one day.

Seniors won Trash Night! Whoo!

Oh! Senior Survival!

It was awesome♥
I had cornrows! Someone took pictures. I don't know where they went, but they're out there somewhere. Alex, Will, and Jeff shaved their heads. Not bald, just buzzcuts. It's not that bad, just takes some getting used to.

_{(These were taken at Field Day & Lake Day, respectively)}

Senior bonding, surviving in the wilderness, et cetera. Great time.

As soon as we got back from Senior Survival, we had Field Day & Lake Day back to back. We didn't win Field Day, but we won the tug-of-war at Lake Day (which we've never won before), and then it didn't count for class points. I wanted to punch somebody. I still do. Mr. Soper is a jet ski beast. Totally best time of my life. Some of us made a sand sea turtle :D

Then Jeff's birthday party... !
Our group, sans Ricky cuz he was camping, (Jeff, Alex, Will, Lance, Jess, Katie, Kristy, Amanda and I) went bowling, then out for ice cream. Now, this may sound innocent and unassuming, but nothing is EVER innocent in our group. Jeff's parents were there, which didn't harness our awesomeness at all because they encourage things like that. His mom went out and bought us all foam visor party hat things and cute little pinwheels. All the girls did a dance for him when we discovered that the jukebox had a song called, "The Stripper." That was interesting. Then we made a bunch of awesome inside jokes at Friendlys ("You just got served!", "You just got soddy balled!" etc.)

Umm... Other things that are cool...

Definitely Anatomy and Physiology. We have 7 people in the entire class, and we're all girls. We were going through the chapter about cells & all that jazz, and we were looking at a diagram for a sodium pump, and Mrs C bursts out into song. "Nananana, nananana, hey hey hey, goodbye~". You know, since sodium is Na? Bri was so embarassed. Everyone laughed~♥

Um, there's probably more, but I'm tired.

CIAO.

AWESOME 2.0

Really, really, awesome.

So, Wednesday (the 13th) is the day that I was supposed to go to MVA.
I had just finished packing when I hear my dad answer the phone downstairs- it's Mr Daniels, the principal. I'm on my knees immediately, screaming my prayers, "PLEASE, GOD, PLEASE!" Then my parents call me downstairs. My mom looks up at me and says, "Twenty-five dollars each." Of course, I have no idea what this means, but she just goes on, "That's fifty dollars for both of you. I think we can afford that!" Then it clicks, and I almost start crying.
God is good!
All the time!
All the time!
God is good!

So, I got here Wednesday and since then have been mostly busy. We're cleaning, and a few of us (2 girls & 3 guys) have volunteered to be in a "home improvement" course. I'm one of the girls, and today we learned how to fix a leaky sink and toilet in the dorm. It's quite simple for the type of faucets & stuff we have.
The man who came (Gary) had his two daughters with them, except we didn't know one of them was a daughter until she was introduced as Lizzy. She might have short hair (it's covered with a hat), and she was wearing a very boyish outfit- pants with flames on them, a baggy skater shirt, and big shoes with duck tape on them. They were both adorable though, and later all of us were avoiding work and telling horror stories about accidents that have injured us or people we know. For instance, Gary was talking about how he'd accidentally nail-gunned his finger to a butterfly house once, and his son had done something similar to his wrist. I shared that I'd broken my nose five times, and so on.

Anywho.

So, everyone went somewhere and I don't know where they went. After lunch everyone was chilling in the worship room, and I went to my room to read. Then I come to a while later, realizing that we were supposed to be doing something, and everyone's gone. So now I'm here.

Cleaning can take a lot out of a person.