MLIA IS MOVING SITES!!!!!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!
Friday, September 30, 2011
Jessie
I'm watching the premeire of the new Disney show, 'Jessie.'
I really like it.
I really wonder why they always choose blondes. That one blonde in 'Jessie' isn't even that great. (She's that girl that played 'Holly Hills' in Diary of a Wimpy Kid.)
The Indian kid is... okay.
The boy with black hair is really good, though. It's surprising.
The little girl is also really good. She's so adorable!
So, yop, those are my thoughts on 'Jessie'.
I really like it.
I really wonder why they always choose blondes. That one blonde in 'Jessie' isn't even that great. (She's that girl that played 'Holly Hills' in Diary of a Wimpy Kid.)
The Indian kid is... okay.
The boy with black hair is really good, though. It's surprising.
The little girl is also really good. She's so adorable!
So, yop, those are my thoughts on 'Jessie'.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
BIOLOGY
OH PLEASE DON'T LET ME FAIL BIOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GET LAST CHAIR!!!!!!!! I GAVE UP ON MY CHAIR TEST... I STOPPED RECORDING CAUSE I JUST COULDN'T GET IT RIGHT...
OH! I'm bringing a pillow to orchestra tomorrow. :)
AND PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GET LAST CHAIR!!!!!!!! I GAVE UP ON MY CHAIR TEST... I STOPPED RECORDING CAUSE I JUST COULDN'T GET IT RIGHT...
OH! I'm bringing a pillow to orchestra tomorrow. :)
Random Picture of the Day
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(I'm on a different computer, so I can't do a real uploaded picture. So enjoy my lovely typed creation!)
(I'm on a different computer, so I can't do a real uploaded picture. So enjoy my lovely typed creation!)
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Just Because
Just because I'm in the mood, I'll post the lyrics for my favorite songs we used to sing at the Woods of Brent.
Break My Heart--
Break my heart, dear Lord,
Tear the barriers down,
Show me with, convicting tears,
The glory of Your crown.
Chorus - ladies echo
My heart is hard, my soul so weak
The ways of evil cut so deep
I need You, Lord to come inside
And gently break my heart.
My sin is great, but I can see,
The glory set for me.
Show me Father, where to start.
And gently break my heart.
If you haven't actually heard this song before, you need to.
I don't really like the version by roysecitycoc on YouTube... it's too... mellow and soft.
But apparently that's the only one on YouTube.
Break My Heart--
Break my heart, dear Lord,
Tear the barriers down,
Show me with, convicting tears,
The glory of Your crown.
Chorus - ladies echo
My heart is hard, my soul so weak
The ways of evil cut so deep
I need You, Lord to come inside
And gently break my heart.
My sin is great, but I can see,
The glory set for me.
Show me Father, where to start.
And gently break my heart.
If you haven't actually heard this song before, you need to.
I don't really like the version by roysecitycoc on YouTube... it's too... mellow and soft.
But apparently that's the only one on YouTube.
Bible Verse
I meant to post this a long time ago, but I didn't ever do it.
I helped my dad lead a church service at a nursing home because Ch1k3n wasn't there. I read the verses he assigned me to read.
This was one of them-- Isaiah 43 1-3.
And when I first read it, it just hit me, cause I recognized it as the lyrics to the most important song in my life, the one that stands out the most.
It's the one that brings back the moment that I miss the most.
Here's the verse--
1 But now, this is what the LORD says—
he who created you, Jacob,
he who formed you, Israel:
“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
2 When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
Recognize that?
If you do, then you know that it was the Senior Song two years ago. If you don't, then this will mean nothing to you.
Seventh grade was the best year of my life. And the seniors played a big part in that. I don't know why, but somehow they because a group that inspired me, that impacted me in ways I couldn't have imagined. Their diversity that, when combined, made everyone the same... something about that just hit me.
Maybe because they were the senior class in the first year I was in secondary.
And the whole song just somehow hit me in the heart, too. The melody and the words... I just miss it so much.
I will never forget that moment at the seventh grade retreat when everyone was taking their showers, and Nikki and I sat on my bed and sang songs. It was mostly her singing, I just kind of tagged along quietly. I remember that my hair was still wet and I had my brown duck towel draped on my back. I was sitting in a position where my chin was on my knees. I was kind of looking towards the ground. The light was a warm glow, and I wasn't really focusing in on seeing everything, because I knew that it was a moment that I would never forget.
The sound of Nikki's singing was engraving itself in my mind. At that moment, the two seniors that were in the cabin with us turned in our direction and asked each other quietly, "Who's singing?"
I don't really remember anything after that. But that is the memory that hits me at heart the most...
I never want to forget it.
I helped my dad lead a church service at a nursing home because Ch1k3n wasn't there. I read the verses he assigned me to read.
This was one of them-- Isaiah 43 1-3.
And when I first read it, it just hit me, cause I recognized it as the lyrics to the most important song in my life, the one that stands out the most.
It's the one that brings back the moment that I miss the most.
Here's the verse--
1 But now, this is what the LORD says—
he who created you, Jacob,
he who formed you, Israel:
“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
2 When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
Recognize that?
If you do, then you know that it was the Senior Song two years ago. If you don't, then this will mean nothing to you.
Seventh grade was the best year of my life. And the seniors played a big part in that. I don't know why, but somehow they because a group that inspired me, that impacted me in ways I couldn't have imagined. Their diversity that, when combined, made everyone the same... something about that just hit me.
Maybe because they were the senior class in the first year I was in secondary.
And the whole song just somehow hit me in the heart, too. The melody and the words... I just miss it so much.
I will never forget that moment at the seventh grade retreat when everyone was taking their showers, and Nikki and I sat on my bed and sang songs. It was mostly her singing, I just kind of tagged along quietly. I remember that my hair was still wet and I had my brown duck towel draped on my back. I was sitting in a position where my chin was on my knees. I was kind of looking towards the ground. The light was a warm glow, and I wasn't really focusing in on seeing everything, because I knew that it was a moment that I would never forget.
The sound of Nikki's singing was engraving itself in my mind. At that moment, the two seniors that were in the cabin with us turned in our direction and asked each other quietly, "Who's singing?"
I don't really remember anything after that. But that is the memory that hits me at heart the most...
I never want to forget it.
Soap...
I'm so annoyed.
My favorite pineapple-coconut body wash disappeared about four months ago.
Today I noticed that at the dance studio the hand soap dispenser had been refilled with yellow soap.
And I open the bottom cabinet and... yep. My favorite soap, almost empty.
I never told my mom that she could bring it.
But apparently is was in the downstairs bathroom, so she thought I didn't want it.
I forgive her, cause she was obviously upset, but I'm still mad. (Not at her... just... mad.)
My favorite pineapple-coconut body wash disappeared about four months ago.
Today I noticed that at the dance studio the hand soap dispenser had been refilled with yellow soap.
And I open the bottom cabinet and... yep. My favorite soap, almost empty.
I never told my mom that she could bring it.
But apparently is was in the downstairs bathroom, so she thought I didn't want it.
I forgive her, cause she was obviously upset, but I'm still mad. (Not at her... just... mad.)
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Orchestra
At orchestra last night, Joy accidentally smashed into the scroll of my violin and knocked the G string waaaaay out of tune. I was sitting there, tuning it, but it kept slipping back out of tune. My thumb and fingers hurt so bad, I just finally gave it to my conductor to tune. (It was okay, cause we were in sectionals, which we rarely do.)
Another Funny Story (Not Really a Story, but...)
Today in Speech class we were talking about 'Listening,' so we played telephone.
When one girl got the message, she completely cracked up.
Her laugh is THE FUNNIEST laugh EVER! It sounds like this---
"EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AHHHH AHH AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
The entire class blew up in laughter (it was SO hysterical) and even the teacher had to bury his face in his elbow while cracking up...
And something about my Speech teacher-- he should have been an actor instead of wasting his time being a Speech teacher. His expressions are so funny! He makes all kinds of weird expressions without noticing. And when he laughs hard enough his eyes go all triangly and he looks like a clown... which is funny itself.
When one girl got the message, she completely cracked up.
Her laugh is THE FUNNIEST laugh EVER! It sounds like this---
"EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AHHHH AHH AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
The entire class blew up in laughter (it was SO hysterical) and even the teacher had to bury his face in his elbow while cracking up...
And something about my Speech teacher-- he should have been an actor instead of wasting his time being a Speech teacher. His expressions are so funny! He makes all kinds of weird expressions without noticing. And when he laughs hard enough his eyes go all triangly and he looks like a clown... which is funny itself.
Funny Story
Setting: in computer class. Teacher is teaching us how to crop a picture with a custom shape. She picks a picture of a baby dressed in navy blue with short-ish hair.
Obnoxious guy in the class-- "Aww! Is that your son?"
Teacher-- "...no, that's my daughter..."
Talk about AWKWARD moments during class!
Obnoxious guy in the class-- "Aww! Is that your son?"
Teacher-- "...no, that's my daughter..."
Talk about AWKWARD moments during class!
6 Weeks
This week is the sixth week of school, meaning that all grades are in.
So I have to re-take all the tests I want to have a better grade on.
One thing I like better about Circle-Stone High- you can retake every test. So you study, you take the test the first time, you get the idea of what's on it, and if you do badly, you can just take it again.
That sounds really lazy, but it's a lifesaver when your parents aren't happy with your first grade...
So I have to re-take all the tests I want to have a better grade on.
One thing I like better about Circle-Stone High- you can retake every test. So you study, you take the test the first time, you get the idea of what's on it, and if you do badly, you can just take it again.
That sounds really lazy, but it's a lifesaver when your parents aren't happy with your first grade...
Violiiiiiiiiiiin
Today I practiced violin for two and a half hours. BUT I did not get bored.
How did I do this, you may ask.
Well, I made a list of things that I could do that would take about five minutes. After I practiced for fifteen minutes, I could choose one of those things to do before going back to practicing.
It worked. I was happy. Between playing violin, I painted a picture, read some stories out of a magazine, and decorated an index card. I WAS about to make a card for Peter Bay, but I didn't quite get around to that...
Then I had to record my chair test for my school orchestra. I didn't do well on my recordings. The last one was closest to okay, so I'm using that one. It's still bad, though. I'm expecting to get last chair. But that's okay, cause I'm a freshman. But... Racket, my freshman friend, will probably get second chair. Cause he's really good. He has time to practice, cause he used to be homeschooled.
I have All-Region in two weeks. NOT GOOD. I'm horrible compared to others. I'm not even going to be close... It's going to be sooooo embarrassing, cause it's a live audition, meaning I'll be playing my audition for seventy-plus people. And that's not even half the people I'll be competing against.
For my other orchestra, the one not for school, I have this HUGE EXTRA-LONG REALLY REALLY REALLY HARD chair test. The level of this music is... Symphony level. Symphony, like, the adult one, the one my violin teacher is in. So I have one week to prepare for that. Yippee. That's on top of my THREE OTHER AUDITIONS I have. (Well, now it's two, cause I just did one of them.)
And that's not even including my HOMEWORK. Which I'll get into on my next post.
The point is, I'm getting up half an hour earlier (which actually is only 7:00... yeah, I know, I'm lucky that I can even consider that early) to practice violin.
How did I do this, you may ask.
Well, I made a list of things that I could do that would take about five minutes. After I practiced for fifteen minutes, I could choose one of those things to do before going back to practicing.
It worked. I was happy. Between playing violin, I painted a picture, read some stories out of a magazine, and decorated an index card. I WAS about to make a card for Peter Bay, but I didn't quite get around to that...
Then I had to record my chair test for my school orchestra. I didn't do well on my recordings. The last one was closest to okay, so I'm using that one. It's still bad, though. I'm expecting to get last chair. But that's okay, cause I'm a freshman. But... Racket, my freshman friend, will probably get second chair. Cause he's really good. He has time to practice, cause he used to be homeschooled.
I have All-Region in two weeks. NOT GOOD. I'm horrible compared to others. I'm not even going to be close... It's going to be sooooo embarrassing, cause it's a live audition, meaning I'll be playing my audition for seventy-plus people. And that's not even half the people I'll be competing against.
For my other orchestra, the one not for school, I have this HUGE EXTRA-LONG REALLY REALLY REALLY HARD chair test. The level of this music is... Symphony level. Symphony, like, the adult one, the one my violin teacher is in. So I have one week to prepare for that. Yippee. That's on top of my THREE OTHER AUDITIONS I have. (Well, now it's two, cause I just did one of them.)
And that's not even including my HOMEWORK. Which I'll get into on my next post.
The point is, I'm getting up half an hour earlier (which actually is only 7:00... yeah, I know, I'm lucky that I can even consider that early) to practice violin.
Happy Birthday!
Yesterday I was just wondering what picture would show up on Google's birthday.
Today, I found out.
Happy birthday, Google!
Monday, September 26, 2011
Was That Really Necessary?
My back has been hurting (probably from dance class) and last night my mom decided to use an Asian... thing... to help it.
It looked like a long cylinder of charcoal, but then she lit it on fire over the stove and then held it over my back.
At first I was like, "Um, no, it's okay, I don't need that," but it felt soooo good cause it was so warm...
(It didn't, like, touch my back, she just held it over so that it made the air warm.)
Then after about twenty minutes it hadn't even burned a fourth of the way, so my mom got impatient and broke the end off outside.
It made this terrible smell... it didn't make smoke, so the smoke alarms didn't go off, but it made this smell halfway between smoked meat and someone smoking.
I had to open the windows...
It worked, though. But I have no intention of ever using that thing again.
It looked like a long cylinder of charcoal, but then she lit it on fire over the stove and then held it over my back.
At first I was like, "Um, no, it's okay, I don't need that," but it felt soooo good cause it was so warm...
(It didn't, like, touch my back, she just held it over so that it made the air warm.)
Then after about twenty minutes it hadn't even burned a fourth of the way, so my mom got impatient and broke the end off outside.
It made this terrible smell... it didn't make smoke, so the smoke alarms didn't go off, but it made this smell halfway between smoked meat and someone smoking.
I had to open the windows...
It worked, though. But I have no intention of ever using that thing again.
Random Quote from CSH
Here's a random quote from a kid at Circle Stone High--
"Don't use the scary clowns!!"
"Don't use the scary clowns!!"
No, I'm Not!
When I got off the bus today there was this kid who stuck his head through an open window and asked, "You're in high school??"
My reply?
"No! I'm NOT in high school! That's exactly why I'm on the high school bus!"
My reply?
"No! I'm NOT in high school! That's exactly why I'm on the high school bus!"
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Can't I do ANYTHING Else????
My dad just walked by. I was obviously not studying. And he STILL has do ask, "Studying?"
NO. In fact, I am NOT studying.
Why should I?
Is that all I can do?
Can't I have some time to myself?
I'd actually rather have a life, thank you.
NO. In fact, I am NOT studying.
Why should I?
Is that all I can do?
Can't I have some time to myself?
I'd actually rather have a life, thank you.
Sophie's Stories
I have finally found time to write more of 'Saving Professor.' I'll post what I just wrote on Sophie's Stories.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Speeches
We did pretend interviews in Speech class yesterday. A quote from one kid--
"Yeah, we do drug and background test here. Cause, I mean, if you're a criminal, we can't have you serving food. It just... just doesn't work."
"Yeah, we do drug and background test here. Cause, I mean, if you're a criminal, we can't have you serving food. It just... just doesn't work."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
GO LOOK AT GOOGLE TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIM HENSON!!!!!!!!!!
YOU MY FAVORITEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIM HENSON!!!!!!!!!!
YOU MY FAVORITEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
WHEW!!!!!
I am SOOO relieved... I just told my violin teacher that I wasn't going to be practicing All-State music anymore cause--
1) I'd have to be in the top twenty-four in the REGION (which is pretty hard by itself)
2) I'd have to learn ALL the music (All-State music is funny until you realize you have to learn it
3)I'm just not ready for the contest. If you mess up, you're automatically disqualified.
So now I don't have to practice it anymore! But that means that I used two months practicing something I don't need...
But I really don't regret it.
Now I know what to expect from All-State music in the later years.
1) I'd have to be in the top twenty-four in the REGION (which is pretty hard by itself)
2) I'd have to learn ALL the music (All-State music is funny until you realize you have to learn it
3)I'm just not ready for the contest. If you mess up, you're automatically disqualified.
So now I don't have to practice it anymore! But that means that I used two months practicing something I don't need...
But I really don't regret it.
Now I know what to expect from All-State music in the later years.
Friday, September 23, 2011
MLIA
More of some of my favorite MLIAs.
On Mother's day, we went with our dad to our grandma's house. When we got there, we rang the doorbell and my youngest sister asks "Why are we here again?" and my dad says, "To tell grandma happy mothers day" and my oh so intelligent sister says "Grandma has kids???" MLIA
Today, I walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water, and found my sister crushing Rice Krispies in a bowl with a potato masher. She saw me staring at her, and said in an upset voice, "You'll never understand!!" She then turned around and continued mashing her cereal. She's 20. Confused? So am I. MLIA
PINEAPPLE
(No, seriously, that one WAS published on MLIA. !!!! )
Today in the apple store I read an MLIA that said "Today, I realized that "iPod!" upside down is still "iPod!" MLIA"... and i got many glares from the workers when I flipped their computer upside down. MLIA
Today, as I was walking around a shopping mall, I seen a man running as fast as he could with a big pot of gold. About 2 minutes later, I seen an small ginger man in a leprechaun suit chasing after him. STILL confused.MLIA
On Mother's day, we went with our dad to our grandma's house. When we got there, we rang the doorbell and my youngest sister asks "Why are we here again?" and my dad says, "To tell grandma happy mothers day" and my oh so intelligent sister says "Grandma has kids???" MLIA
Today, I walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water, and found my sister crushing Rice Krispies in a bowl with a potato masher. She saw me staring at her, and said in an upset voice, "You'll never understand!!" She then turned around and continued mashing her cereal. She's 20. Confused? So am I. MLIA
PINEAPPLE
(No, seriously, that one WAS published on MLIA. !!!! )
Today in the apple store I read an MLIA that said "Today, I realized that "iPod!" upside down is still "iPod!" MLIA"... and i got many glares from the workers when I flipped their computer upside down. MLIA
Today, as I was walking around a shopping mall, I seen a man running as fast as he could with a big pot of gold. About 2 minutes later, I seen an small ginger man in a leprechaun suit chasing after him. STILL confused.MLIA
Unicorns
You know how if a word starts with a vowel (like "aardvark") it's 'an aardvark' and when it starts with a consonant (like "lollipop") it's 'a lollipop'?
Well, then why do we say 'a unicorn'?
I'd really like to know... But for now, I'm glad that unicorns break the rules of English.
Well, then why do we say 'a unicorn'?
I'd really like to know... But for now, I'm glad that unicorns break the rules of English.
Quote
This is my quote, and I am quite proud of it. I think it's true.
"Sunshine feels like vanilla cupcake."
"Sunshine feels like vanilla cupcake."
STOP THAT MUSIC!!!
My dad is listening to some kid with a squeaky voice sing in a foreign language.
WHY??
WHY??
Epic Fail of Yesterday and Today
Yesterday and today we've had different bus drivers.
BOTH of them have gotten lost!
The one yesterday skipped our stop.
The one today skipped the first stop.
Both of them didn't know the way around. And more than half the bus had no idea what in the world was going on, so when the bus driver asked for directions, they all yelled, "LEFT! LEFT! LEFT!" when he was supposed to go straight.
Guess who got home late cause of some kids WHO HAD NO IDEA WHERE THEY WERE AND WERE RANDOMLY GUESSING WHERE TO GO??
Epic. FAIL.
BOTH of them have gotten lost!
The one yesterday skipped our stop.
The one today skipped the first stop.
Both of them didn't know the way around. And more than half the bus had no idea what in the world was going on, so when the bus driver asked for directions, they all yelled, "LEFT! LEFT! LEFT!" when he was supposed to go straight.
Guess who got home late cause of some kids WHO HAD NO IDEA WHERE THEY WERE AND WERE RANDOMLY GUESSING WHERE TO GO??
Epic. FAIL.
Life is Getting... Interesting
I just found out that the most annoying kid in my orchestra is singing opera for one of our songs.
Mind. Blown.
Now life is starting to get interesting...
Mind. Blown.
Now life is starting to get interesting...
COOKIE
I just made cookies, and THEY ARE SOOOOOOO GOOD!!!!!!!!
Seriously... SO GOOD!
Thank you, Rayne (Elizabeth's sister) for giving me the recipe. :)
Seriously... SO GOOD!
Thank you, Rayne (Elizabeth's sister) for giving me the recipe. :)
Thursday, September 22, 2011
EARLY
As I am writing this, you are all at school. At least, all the Woods of Brent readers are.
I don't have to go to school today until 9:15.
And what am I doing on the computer so early?
Studying for a Biology test.
Which half the material she didn't teach.
Wish me luck.
I don't have to go to school today until 9:15.
And what am I doing on the computer so early?
Studying for a Biology test.
Which half the material she didn't teach.
Wish me luck.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Umm... Yay?
I was sitting on the bus on the way home, reading a book, and then this random crumpled up piece of paper came down and plopped onto my book.
At first, I thought it was a spitball, cause that particular part of the book was when someone got hit by a spitball. Then I realized that the paper wasn't wet.
I had no idea where it came from and how it came from directly above me, so I just kinda held onto it and pretended I didn't get it. Then I opened it with one hand under the book and looked at it.
A phone number.
No name, nothing but a phone number.
Probably a mistake.
Cause if that was for me, whoever that is out there, I don't care.
I don't care about you. Sorry, but I don't.
And I don't even have texting, so if you're thinking I'm going to text you, then you'll be sitting with your little phone waiting for nothing.
But then again, it probably wasn't even for me at all.
I hope it wasn't.
At first, I thought it was a spitball, cause that particular part of the book was when someone got hit by a spitball. Then I realized that the paper wasn't wet.
I had no idea where it came from and how it came from directly above me, so I just kinda held onto it and pretended I didn't get it. Then I opened it with one hand under the book and looked at it.
A phone number.
No name, nothing but a phone number.
Probably a mistake.
Cause if that was for me, whoever that is out there, I don't care.
I don't care about you. Sorry, but I don't.
And I don't even have texting, so if you're thinking I'm going to text you, then you'll be sitting with your little phone waiting for nothing.
But then again, it probably wasn't even for me at all.
I hope it wasn't.
WAUGH!!!!!!!! SO HARD!!
It's so hard to spell something out loud and type something totally different!!
Try it! It's SO MUCH harder than it sounds!
Try it! It's SO MUCH harder than it sounds!
GO AWAY, MOSQUITOS!!!!!
SO MANY MOSQUITOS IN OUR HOUSE we don't even know where they're coming from!!!!!!!!!
They're vampires eating up alive...
They're vampires eating up alive...
Minion
Today while I was helping the minion class, one little minion kept telling me about "Scooby-dooby-doo has goblins and zombies that say RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWR!!!!!!!!!!!"
Okay... thanks. Thanks, little minion, thanks.
Okay... thanks. Thanks, little minion, thanks.
Epic Turtles
I like to eat... eat.. eat... apples and--
LOOK!!!! THE CD IS TAKING OVER THE AIRPORT!!!!!!
LOOK!!!! THE CD IS TAKING OVER THE AIRPORT!!!!!!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Dude No WAY
For my Chinese class, we have to write this script, so my group is doing a remake of Ni-Hao Kai-Lan.
I'm Kai-Lan, cause no one else wanted to be.
And, um, APPARENTLY I HAVE TO SING THE PHINEAS AND FERB THEME SONG?????
I'm Kai-Lan, cause no one else wanted to be.
And, um, APPARENTLY I HAVE TO SING THE PHINEAS AND FERB THEME SONG?????
???????
I made cookies for my grandfather's birthday. My mom took me to the store to get the ingredients.
Then, after I made them, she got mad at me for not practicing my violin.
I go to my case, then she asks what I doing, and when I say, "Practicing my violin," she yells at me for not studying for my test tomorrow.
I go to my backpack and then she yells at me for not cleaning up the cookie sheets in the kitchen.
WELL, if YOU hadn't told me to go practice violin, I would have done that!!!!!!
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO??? I'M SOOOO CONFUSED!!!!!!!
...although right now I have her under control with my amazing cookies...
Then, after I made them, she got mad at me for not practicing my violin.
I go to my case, then she asks what I doing, and when I say, "Practicing my violin," she yells at me for not studying for my test tomorrow.
I go to my backpack and then she yells at me for not cleaning up the cookie sheets in the kitchen.
WELL, if YOU hadn't told me to go practice violin, I would have done that!!!!!!
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO??? I'M SOOOO CONFUSED!!!!!!!
...although right now I have her under control with my amazing cookies...
Monday, September 19, 2011
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I DON'T GET THIS GUY!!!!!
But then again, it's pretty interesting...
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But then again, it's pretty interesting...
...printing...
I don't like printing long stories out.
I had to write a 600+ word story for English, and I ended up covering nine pages. Well... she made me do double space...
But it's 1,792 words long. Hope she likes it. I may have posted in on Sophie's Stories. It I haven't, I will.
SKANDIE!!!!!!!! YOU BOOK IS PRINTING NOW!!!!!!!!!!
I had to write a 600+ word story for English, and I ended up covering nine pages. Well... she made me do double space...
But it's 1,792 words long. Hope she likes it. I may have posted in on Sophie's Stories. It I haven't, I will.
SKANDIE!!!!!!!! YOU BOOK IS PRINTING NOW!!!!!!!!!!
Orchestra
Tonight was good.
I "met" the new Woods of Brent violin-playing girl.
She's pretty, good, I guess... I can't tell yet.
She's my standpartner.
So, yep.
I "met" the new Woods of Brent violin-playing girl.
She's pretty, good, I guess... I can't tell yet.
She's my standpartner.
So, yep.
WHOA!!!!!!
I GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
EE CUMMINGS IS PURE GENIUS!!!!!!!!!!!
If you don't know what I mean, looks at the last poem I posted in the last post.
EE CUMMINGS IS PURE GENIUS!!!!!!!!!!!
If you don't know what I mean, looks at the last poem I posted in the last post.
Poems
We're looking through poems in English, and here's one I really like--
'I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings' by Maya Angelou
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
I think e e cummings is a wierdo. Look at this poem he wrote--
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'I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings' by Maya Angelou
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
I think e e cummings is a wierdo. Look at this poem he wrote--
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Sunday, September 18, 2011
MLIA
There are two MLIA posts that I like:
"Today, as I walked to class, I heard a voice behind me say, "No one CARES about the quantum mechanics of a grape!!!" MLIA"
"Today, I was talking to this guy I like on the way out of school. I walked into a door, pole, trash can, bench, and teacher. We have a date next friday. MLIA"
"Today, as I walked to class, I heard a voice behind me say, "No one CARES about the quantum mechanics of a grape!!!" MLIA"
"Today, I was talking to this guy I like on the way out of school. I walked into a door, pole, trash can, bench, and teacher. We have a date next friday. MLIA"
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DUDE! ELIZABETH WHAT IN THE WORLD?????
You're watching Salt?
For the third time???
It's a PG-13 movie and you're, like, not even thirteen...
You're watching Salt?
For the third time???
It's a PG-13 movie and you're, like, not even thirteen...
English Class
Tomorrow in English class we're having one of those things where we can just read stuff we've written to the class.
I'll probably read (or let someone else read) my 'Fantasy' poem, the one I got in the literature magazine for the Woods of Brent.
Maybe the story about the little girl on Christmas... that was a sad one.
And it it's not too long, maybe the true story about when Elizabeth and I got stuck in the park when parts of Hurricane Alex was coming over us... That was fun, and a lot of people like that one. I think it's on this blog somewhere. Last summer, I think. (2010 summer.)
I'll probably read (or let someone else read) my 'Fantasy' poem, the one I got in the literature magazine for the Woods of Brent.
Maybe the story about the little girl on Christmas... that was a sad one.
And it it's not too long, maybe the true story about when Elizabeth and I got stuck in the park when parts of Hurricane Alex was coming over us... That was fun, and a lot of people like that one. I think it's on this blog somewhere. Last summer, I think. (2010 summer.)
Testing Something Out...
I'm testing something out, so can you guys PLEEASE comment??
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Haha!!!!!!! YES!!!!!
At the Back to School Bash, Captain told me that there was this new Junior at the Woods of Brent who is "supposedly really good on the violin."
He pointed her out to me.
She looked... average.
And guess what?
She is now in my orchestra. Not the one at school, the other one that I was in before.
And we had a chair test.
Guess what?
I beat her.
So much for "really good."
But, then again, I only beat her by one chair, so she's my standpartner...
Now let's see how this goes tomorrow.
He pointed her out to me.
She looked... average.
And guess what?
She is now in my orchestra. Not the one at school, the other one that I was in before.
And we had a chair test.
Guess what?
I beat her.
So much for "really good."
But, then again, I only beat her by one chair, so she's my standpartner...
Now let's see how this goes tomorrow.
Wow...
I was at a church thing (one of those things that... we have a few families grouped together and we meet at houses...) when this little kid completely let himself go all over the hall.
He's three years old.
And not potty-trained?
Apparently not.
I laughed my head off...
He's three years old.
And not potty-trained?
Apparently not.
I laughed my head off...
Saturday, September 17, 2011
PERFORMANCE!!!!!!
I OFFICIALLY LOOOOOOOOOOOVE PERFORMANCES!!!!!!!!!!!
So we had one today at the PAC, and I had three things I had to do: Yo-Yo, Dance, and Orchestra.
I got there at, like, 2:00. Not many people were there. Then Shell, the other Yo-Yo girl came with her brother, Maximum. Then Virtuoso, the guy who's my standpartner in two of the songs (he's really supposed to be the concertmaster, but something happened and that did work out. So he had to sit with me, which was probably a pain for him cause he's really talented on his violin. And I've been playing a year longer than he has.)
Shell was off practicing her yo-yo, so Virtuoso and I just sat around the Greenroom and talked about... Irish stuff, Taiwan, Spongebob, and then he tried to convince me to go to Eastwind High School.
"Come on, you should come to Eastwind."
"No."
"Why not?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Cause... isn't it a lot harder?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, no."
Then I practiced yo-yo with Shell. We had this really short little routine at the beginning of the song (which, by the way, IS EXTREMELY AWESOME!!!!!) so we practiced and practiced until we got it completely down.
I ran through the dress rehearsal, so I had to change clothes so. Many. Times.
Then came the real performance; Yo-Yo was amazing for Shell and I. We were nearly perfect. (Nearly meaning that we weren't entirely synchronized, but we didn't drop the yo-yos.) Robert, our new yo-yo teacher, did really well, except for the time he dropped it at the end.
While Robert was yo-yoing, I saw my class already coming out to wait for the dance. Whenever Robert would change his yo-yo, I would start to stand up, thinking that it was time to go out on the stage with him. I guess I was too nervous, cause I did that three times, and Maximum had to grab my arm and pull me down.
After we got off the stage, I ran to the Greenroom and changed into my Taiwanese Aboriginal Dance clothes. Well, it wasn't really changing... it was more of putting the costume over what I was already wearing. Yeah, it was kind of like that.
I got there in time, and everyone backstage (including us) was getting annoyed at how loud the bells were.
The dance went well. Not much I can say about that.
After the dance, I had to change into my orchestra dress and start rehearsing with them. Our conductor was way too nervous, so she kept making us practice.
Then was the time for the orchestra performance. We went out on the stage, behind the curtain. Then we practiced standing up when our conductor walked on stage. My favorite time of that part was when the lights went off and everything got quiet, then someone said, "Let's practice standing up!" and we all stood up, and it didn't matter, cause no one could see anyway. Then the curtain went up and the bright lights shone down and drained the audience out. It was amazing thinking how we were still in the same exact spots we were in. The curtain being raised made all the difference.
The concert was good. Really good. I liked it. It was a good concert.
And after that I could finally change back into my yo-yo costume for the curtain call. We were going to rehearse the curtain call, but we wouldn't find Maximum. We searched for him for about fifteen minutes. Robert checked in all the boy's bathrooms, and Shell and I even checked in the girl's dressing room.
Eventually, he appeared out of nowhere and we practiced the curtain call.
When we went back in the Greenroom, Robert's friends were there. There was this one guy who had a REALLY creepy laugh... And it didn't help that he was watching a funny video or something.
The curtain call was okay. Yeah, except for the fact that I dropped my yo-yo and it rolled OFF THE EDGE OF THE STAGE!!!!
I got it afterwards, don't worry! (Not like you would worry, anyway...)
Cleaning up time was... busy. We were all throwing water bottles away. Eventually, it was just my family (they were loading things into the car) and Virtuoso's family.
Virtuoso found this disgusting comb that had white crusted... stuff... on it. He eventually picked it up inbetween two pieces of paper and threw it away. Great going, Virtuoso, great going.
Then I found an iTunes gift card. He took it and said he was going to give it to his sister for her birthday. Yeah... that gift card was probably used up. Nice gift, huh?
And now I an happy to be home. It's almost midnight, and I still haven't had supper...
So we had one today at the PAC, and I had three things I had to do: Yo-Yo, Dance, and Orchestra.
I got there at, like, 2:00. Not many people were there. Then Shell, the other Yo-Yo girl came with her brother, Maximum. Then Virtuoso, the guy who's my standpartner in two of the songs (he's really supposed to be the concertmaster, but something happened and that did work out. So he had to sit with me, which was probably a pain for him cause he's really talented on his violin. And I've been playing a year longer than he has.)
Shell was off practicing her yo-yo, so Virtuoso and I just sat around the Greenroom and talked about... Irish stuff, Taiwan, Spongebob, and then he tried to convince me to go to Eastwind High School.
"Come on, you should come to Eastwind."
"No."
"Why not?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Cause... isn't it a lot harder?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, no."
Then I practiced yo-yo with Shell. We had this really short little routine at the beginning of the song (which, by the way, IS EXTREMELY AWESOME!!!!!) so we practiced and practiced until we got it completely down.
I ran through the dress rehearsal, so I had to change clothes so. Many. Times.
Then came the real performance; Yo-Yo was amazing for Shell and I. We were nearly perfect. (Nearly meaning that we weren't entirely synchronized, but we didn't drop the yo-yos.) Robert, our new yo-yo teacher, did really well, except for the time he dropped it at the end.
While Robert was yo-yoing, I saw my class already coming out to wait for the dance. Whenever Robert would change his yo-yo, I would start to stand up, thinking that it was time to go out on the stage with him. I guess I was too nervous, cause I did that three times, and Maximum had to grab my arm and pull me down.
After we got off the stage, I ran to the Greenroom and changed into my Taiwanese Aboriginal Dance clothes. Well, it wasn't really changing... it was more of putting the costume over what I was already wearing. Yeah, it was kind of like that.
I got there in time, and everyone backstage (including us) was getting annoyed at how loud the bells were.
The dance went well. Not much I can say about that.
After the dance, I had to change into my orchestra dress and start rehearsing with them. Our conductor was way too nervous, so she kept making us practice.
Then was the time for the orchestra performance. We went out on the stage, behind the curtain. Then we practiced standing up when our conductor walked on stage. My favorite time of that part was when the lights went off and everything got quiet, then someone said, "Let's practice standing up!" and we all stood up, and it didn't matter, cause no one could see anyway. Then the curtain went up and the bright lights shone down and drained the audience out. It was amazing thinking how we were still in the same exact spots we were in. The curtain being raised made all the difference.
The concert was good. Really good. I liked it. It was a good concert.
And after that I could finally change back into my yo-yo costume for the curtain call. We were going to rehearse the curtain call, but we wouldn't find Maximum. We searched for him for about fifteen minutes. Robert checked in all the boy's bathrooms, and Shell and I even checked in the girl's dressing room.
Eventually, he appeared out of nowhere and we practiced the curtain call.
When we went back in the Greenroom, Robert's friends were there. There was this one guy who had a REALLY creepy laugh... And it didn't help that he was watching a funny video or something.
The curtain call was okay. Yeah, except for the fact that I dropped my yo-yo and it rolled OFF THE EDGE OF THE STAGE!!!!
I got it afterwards, don't worry! (Not like you would worry, anyway...)
Cleaning up time was... busy. We were all throwing water bottles away. Eventually, it was just my family (they were loading things into the car) and Virtuoso's family.
Virtuoso found this disgusting comb that had white crusted... stuff... on it. He eventually picked it up inbetween two pieces of paper and threw it away. Great going, Virtuoso, great going.
Then I found an iTunes gift card. He took it and said he was going to give it to his sister for her birthday. Yeah... that gift card was probably used up. Nice gift, huh?
And now I an happy to be home. It's almost midnight, and I still haven't had supper...
Haha!
Here's how a conversation went between me and a wierd, annoying kid in my class who thinks he's cool.
There wasn't anyone for him to talk to, so he just turned to me and said:
"What's up."
"Nothing."
"Oh yeah? Well, the ceiling's up."
All right, now. You want to play sarcasm? I'm good at these games. So I say:
"Wow. Well, you actually know something."
"Yeah. I do."
*he's losing power here...*
"Huh. That's surprising."
*watches his expression. 'Where'd that come from?'*
"Heh... heh... you funny."
Right. I'm funny.
YEAH RIGHT.
I just don't want to give people the hint that they can mess with me whenever they want. I don't want them to think I'll do anything for them.
So, yep, I think I have a pretty good defense system.
There wasn't anyone for him to talk to, so he just turned to me and said:
"What's up."
"Nothing."
"Oh yeah? Well, the ceiling's up."
All right, now. You want to play sarcasm? I'm good at these games. So I say:
"Wow. Well, you actually know something."
"Yeah. I do."
*he's losing power here...*
"Huh. That's surprising."
*watches his expression. 'Where'd that come from?'*
"Heh... heh... you funny."
Right. I'm funny.
YEAH RIGHT.
I just don't want to give people the hint that they can mess with me whenever they want. I don't want them to think I'll do anything for them.
So, yep, I think I have a pretty good defense system.
RRRRRAIN!
Yesterday.
IT RAINED!!!!
Anddd... somehow made several boys rip off their shirts and dance in it.
...HOW MUCH LONGER AM I GOING TO HAVE TO BE DEALING WITH THESE PEOPLE???
IT RAINED!!!!
Anddd... somehow made several boys rip off their shirts and dance in it.
...HOW MUCH LONGER AM I GOING TO HAVE TO BE DEALING WITH THESE PEOPLE???
Friday, September 16, 2011
NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY?????????
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!
Usually my computer lets me delete pictures when I want to.
And yesterday I uploaded a picture of Justin Beiber cause I wanted to prove that he looks like a carrot.
And NOW my computer's NOT LETTING ME DELETE IT!!!!!!!!!!!
So I have a big, ugly picture of Carrot Beiber stuck on my computer.
WHY?????????????
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!
Usually my computer lets me delete pictures when I want to.
And yesterday I uploaded a picture of Justin Beiber cause I wanted to prove that he looks like a carrot.
And NOW my computer's NOT LETTING ME DELETE IT!!!!!!!!!!!
So I have a big, ugly picture of Carrot Beiber stuck on my computer.
WHY?????????????
Epic Fail of the Day
In one of my classes, there's this girl who is SUCH a flirt.
She thinks WAY too highly of herself. Her exact words-- "I'm funny, I'm crazy, I'm so much fun... I'm anything that a person could be!"
Yeah, have you tried ANNOYING?
So she's been trying to hit up on all the guys in the class.
And she has failed. Some failures were more embarrassing that others. Here's how one conversation went--
"So... you going to the Homecoming dance?"
"Huh, well, it's not like I would ask you to dance with me, so why should you even care?"
Ouch.
So today she came to her last guy to try out.
I don't even know how I noticed, I just kinda looked over, and she was WAY up in his personal space. And then I didn't care, cause that's not my problem, then when I looked over again she was holding his hand.
And, um, isn't there something wrong here, cause they've never spoken before.
And the look on his face?
"I don't even want to talk to you. Stop holding my hand."
I guess she can't read facial expressions at ALL cause then she leaned over and...
The guy's face changed to, "You kidding me? No way."
And after ten seconds when the girl FINALLY realized nothing was happening, she asked, "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
His response?
"No."
I was laughing SO hard on the inside. I didn't laugh out loud cause I didn't want her to know I was watching.
Total humilation for her!
And... for that girl--
EPIC FAIL!!!!
She thinks WAY too highly of herself. Her exact words-- "I'm funny, I'm crazy, I'm so much fun... I'm anything that a person could be!"
Yeah, have you tried ANNOYING?
So she's been trying to hit up on all the guys in the class.
And she has failed. Some failures were more embarrassing that others. Here's how one conversation went--
"So... you going to the Homecoming dance?"
"Huh, well, it's not like I would ask you to dance with me, so why should you even care?"
Ouch.
So today she came to her last guy to try out.
I don't even know how I noticed, I just kinda looked over, and she was WAY up in his personal space. And then I didn't care, cause that's not my problem, then when I looked over again she was holding his hand.
And, um, isn't there something wrong here, cause they've never spoken before.
And the look on his face?
"I don't even want to talk to you. Stop holding my hand."
I guess she can't read facial expressions at ALL cause then she leaned over and...
The guy's face changed to, "You kidding me? No way."
And after ten seconds when the girl FINALLY realized nothing was happening, she asked, "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
His response?
"No."
I was laughing SO hard on the inside. I didn't laugh out loud cause I didn't want her to know I was watching.
Total humilation for her!
And... for that girl--
EPIC FAIL!!!!
Epic Fail of the Day (for Yesterday)
There was this kid in my Chinese class who, for some reason, was looking onto his iPhone and arranging his hair to his liking.
I don't think he knew anyone was watching...
And so he started smoldering at himself.
I thought it was so funny...
I started cracking up and the person I was talking to asked why...
Yeah... I didn't tell them.
And for that kid--
EPIC FAIL!!!!
I don't think he knew anyone was watching...
And so he started smoldering at himself.
I thought it was so funny...
I started cracking up and the person I was talking to asked why...
Yeah... I didn't tell them.
And for that kid--
EPIC FAIL!!!!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Explanation
I have a perfectly good explanation for the second to bottom line of my most recent post. See?
Stage 1--
Aaaand... Stage 2--
And... Stage 3!
I'm so terribly sorry for the fact that your eyes are probably hurting from that picture... So please enjoy this picture of an antelope squirrel!
Stage 1--
Aaaand... Stage 2--
And... Stage 3!
I'm so terribly sorry for the fact that your eyes are probably hurting from that picture... So please enjoy this picture of an antelope squirrel!
I Think!
I think a kid in my orchestra looks like a dolphin.
I think Ch1k3n's friend looks like a cheese stick.
I think Justin Beiber looks like a carrot.
I DO have the right of 'Freedom of Expression', right?
I think Ch1k3n's friend looks like a cheese stick.
I think Justin Beiber looks like a carrot.
I DO have the right of 'Freedom of Expression', right?
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Autumn Rae Shannon
WHOA!
This kid is really good... I really didn't expect her to be... And I love this song, although I don't even know what it is...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCGEEeH3Cp4&feature=related
Sorry, you can't click the link...
This kid is really good... I really didn't expect her to be... And I love this song, although I don't even know what it is...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCGEEeH3Cp4&feature=related
Sorry, you can't click the link...
Monday, September 12, 2011
MLIA
Today I found out that the girl at my school who wears a head-turban thing (probably for religion... yeah, definitely for religion) reads MLIA.
How did I figure this out?
On her file folder, she drew bubble wrap, Waldo, a dinosaur, a potato, and a ninja.
How did I figure this out?
On her file folder, she drew bubble wrap, Waldo, a dinosaur, a potato, and a ninja.
Orchestra
Orchestra started today.
I had a chair test.
I practically failed cause I didn't realize how loose my bow hair was until I was starting.
So, yeah.
I had a chair test.
I practically failed cause I didn't realize how loose my bow hair was until I was starting.
So, yeah.
WHY??????
There's this huge performance with a lot of event thingys that my mom's organizing, and there's this one lady who keeps arguing that she wants to sing opera for 15 minutes.
JUST TAKE IT, LADY, NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR FIFTEEN MINUTES OF YOUR OPERA!!!!!!!!
Everyone else only gets at MOST 7 minutes on their performances, and there are, like, 15 people in each group.
So why should this one lady get to solo opera singing for fifteen minutes?
She's the only one who would enjoy it...
And now my mom's yelling over the phone at this other person who thinks that lady should sing for fifteen minutes.
JUST TAKE IT, LADY, NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR FIFTEEN MINUTES OF YOUR OPERA!!!!!!!!
Everyone else only gets at MOST 7 minutes on their performances, and there are, like, 15 people in each group.
So why should this one lady get to solo opera singing for fifteen minutes?
She's the only one who would enjoy it...
And now my mom's yelling over the phone at this other person who thinks that lady should sing for fifteen minutes.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
WHAT???? NO!!!!!
You know that British kid in my English class? (I may have mentioned him, or I may not have.)
Well, he said he was from Britain, and he kept up the accent until yesterday!
"No, actually, I'm not from Britain. I just have relatives from there, so I have the accent pretty well."
NO!!!!!!!!
:(
Well, he said he was from Britain, and he kept up the accent until yesterday!
"No, actually, I'm not from Britain. I just have relatives from there, so I have the accent pretty well."
NO!!!!!!!!
:(
That Post
That post, 'Mission,' was 920 words long!
That's longer than this story for English is supposed to be... although I'm writing a longer one!
(Longer than what they allowed on the first Woods of Brent literary magazine...)
That's longer than this story for English is supposed to be... although I'm writing a longer one!
(Longer than what they allowed on the first Woods of Brent literary magazine...)
Mission!!
So today I went on a mini mission trip that I originally didn't really want to go to.
Then I heard that it wasn't just for our church.
I immediately wanted to go.
After dance class we get to my church, and I'm about to be stuck in a group of all guys when Grizzly and Sam show up. So, yay, I get to be with them!!
Right before we leave, BoyMollipop (wait, didn't I already name him Captain? I'll call him that.) jumps on our bus. (We rode in the Woods of Brent bus!! Yay!)
So we drive all the way down to Seed-or-Park. The whole way there (or almost the whole way there, Maria (or, should I say, Maria Morin) was singing Sound of Music songs the whole way there.
Occasionally she would goof off and start singing really badly, then Captain would go "MARIA!" Yep, he didn't even have to look back to see who it was.
We stop in this random neighborhood. They sent us down in pairs (I was with Sam!) and gave us flyers that said where people could donate things for the wildfire victims.
Most of the people didn't even open their doors, so we just rolled up the paper and stuck it in their doors. The people who did just said, "Yeah, okay. Thanks!" Two people just kinda didn't really understand what we were doing and thought we were trying to sell stuff, so we left them.
Sam and I were almost out of papers when she spots a Woods of Brent sticker on a van.
Then we find a lady in her yard. She turns around, sees Sam, and says, "Hey, I know you!" and she looks at me and says, "I know who you are, too! You go to the Woods of Brent, don't you?"
And we're kinda like, "Yeah," and she says, "Well, I'm a Woods of Brent mother! I'm Alex George's mother."
ALEX GEORGE????? WE WALKED UP ON ALEX GEORGE'S HOUSE????????????
And so his mom, not knowing JUST HOW FAMOUS George is around the Woods of Brent kept talking, saying, "Oh, I'm just fixing up this deer head for my son, who has his own apartment," and told the story of how she got this metal deer head from someone and was fixing it up for George. "Yeah, you'll be able to say that you saw it first! He hasn't even seen it yet."
Then she said how Sky (George's cousin who was living with them) and Sam used to play a lot together when they were little. (Sam, do you remember any of this?)
So we left Alex George's house (I still kinda wish I went to the bathroom there... cause I kinda had to go.)
We ran out of flyers, and were walking back the direction we came from when we passed the George's house again. Sky was in her car, and we just kinda waved, and she waved back like, "What are you guys DOING in front of my house?"
Then we caught up with the bus and got on. Grizzly and her partner were lost, so we had to find her. I called her, but apparently I just have her home phone. Yep, not that useful.
When we found them, we drove to Sonic, where we all ordered drinks. We had a fun time watching Captain fail at trying to order a drink.
"Can I have a--"
"Captain, you have to speak up to the speaker."
"Oh. Ummm... What?"
"The speaker. Right here."
"Oh." *presses red button*
"NO!!!!! He's still there on the other side!"
"OH!!! Okay... Ummm..." *orders*
"Great job, Captain..."
Sam rolled up her little straw wrapper and named it Frederick. And then she threw him away!! :(
We got back on the bus and drove back to a different part of the neighborhood.
Apparently we were doing a smaller area, so Sam and I would do every other house on one side of the street, while Captain and Gardener would do the others. (According to Gardener... or was it Captain? We were "frolicking in the neighborhood" and we would "frolick" past them.)
So we "frolicked" (or, in other NORMAL words, we skipped houses) so we got all the streets done.
What I laughed so hard about once was when this dog (EVERYONE HAD DOGS!!!!!!!!) made this muttering sound, Sam imitated it. And it. Was. HILARIOUS! (Although Sam didn't really think so herself... she was busy trying to figure out why I was laughing so hard.)
And we got to this one house were someone on the inside couldn't seem to open the door. It was moving back and forth for about ten seconds before it finally opened.
Then when we ran out of flyers, Captain, Gardener, Sam, and I just stood around until we went to help other groups do their last flyers.
The bus came around again and we went back to my church, where we had dinner.
After dinner was a devotional. It was one of those open-ended ones, where people were supposed to "step up and share." That usually works out when it's just the high school from just our church is together, but most of our "strong speakers" weren't there. Then they did kind of the same things with songs, and there were still awkward silences, although not as many. I could hear where Maria was, because her voice is so distinct. I love her voice.
Afterwards, we went home... :(
Good day, good day!
:)
Then I heard that it wasn't just for our church.
I immediately wanted to go.
After dance class we get to my church, and I'm about to be stuck in a group of all guys when Grizzly and Sam show up. So, yay, I get to be with them!!
Right before we leave, BoyMollipop (wait, didn't I already name him Captain? I'll call him that.) jumps on our bus. (We rode in the Woods of Brent bus!! Yay!)
So we drive all the way down to Seed-or-Park. The whole way there (or almost the whole way there, Maria (or, should I say, Maria Morin) was singing Sound of Music songs the whole way there.
Occasionally she would goof off and start singing really badly, then Captain would go "MARIA!" Yep, he didn't even have to look back to see who it was.
We stop in this random neighborhood. They sent us down in pairs (I was with Sam!) and gave us flyers that said where people could donate things for the wildfire victims.
Most of the people didn't even open their doors, so we just rolled up the paper and stuck it in their doors. The people who did just said, "Yeah, okay. Thanks!" Two people just kinda didn't really understand what we were doing and thought we were trying to sell stuff, so we left them.
Sam and I were almost out of papers when she spots a Woods of Brent sticker on a van.
Then we find a lady in her yard. She turns around, sees Sam, and says, "Hey, I know you!" and she looks at me and says, "I know who you are, too! You go to the Woods of Brent, don't you?"
And we're kinda like, "Yeah," and she says, "Well, I'm a Woods of Brent mother! I'm Alex George's mother."
ALEX GEORGE????? WE WALKED UP ON ALEX GEORGE'S HOUSE????????????
And so his mom, not knowing JUST HOW FAMOUS George is around the Woods of Brent kept talking, saying, "Oh, I'm just fixing up this deer head for my son, who has his own apartment," and told the story of how she got this metal deer head from someone and was fixing it up for George. "Yeah, you'll be able to say that you saw it first! He hasn't even seen it yet."
Then she said how Sky (George's cousin who was living with them) and Sam used to play a lot together when they were little. (Sam, do you remember any of this?)
So we left Alex George's house (I still kinda wish I went to the bathroom there... cause I kinda had to go.)
We ran out of flyers, and were walking back the direction we came from when we passed the George's house again. Sky was in her car, and we just kinda waved, and she waved back like, "What are you guys DOING in front of my house?"
Then we caught up with the bus and got on. Grizzly and her partner were lost, so we had to find her. I called her, but apparently I just have her home phone. Yep, not that useful.
When we found them, we drove to Sonic, where we all ordered drinks. We had a fun time watching Captain fail at trying to order a drink.
"Can I have a--"
"Captain, you have to speak up to the speaker."
"Oh. Ummm... What?"
"The speaker. Right here."
"Oh." *presses red button*
"NO!!!!! He's still there on the other side!"
"OH!!! Okay... Ummm..." *orders*
"Great job, Captain..."
Sam rolled up her little straw wrapper and named it Frederick. And then she threw him away!! :(
We got back on the bus and drove back to a different part of the neighborhood.
Apparently we were doing a smaller area, so Sam and I would do every other house on one side of the street, while Captain and Gardener would do the others. (According to Gardener... or was it Captain? We were "frolicking in the neighborhood" and we would "frolick" past them.)
So we "frolicked" (or, in other NORMAL words, we skipped houses) so we got all the streets done.
What I laughed so hard about once was when this dog (EVERYONE HAD DOGS!!!!!!!!) made this muttering sound, Sam imitated it. And it. Was. HILARIOUS! (Although Sam didn't really think so herself... she was busy trying to figure out why I was laughing so hard.)
And we got to this one house were someone on the inside couldn't seem to open the door. It was moving back and forth for about ten seconds before it finally opened.
Then when we ran out of flyers, Captain, Gardener, Sam, and I just stood around until we went to help other groups do their last flyers.
The bus came around again and we went back to my church, where we had dinner.
After dinner was a devotional. It was one of those open-ended ones, where people were supposed to "step up and share." That usually works out when it's just the high school from just our church is together, but most of our "strong speakers" weren't there. Then they did kind of the same things with songs, and there were still awkward silences, although not as many. I could hear where Maria was, because her voice is so distinct. I love her voice.
Afterwards, we went home... :(
Good day, good day!
:)
Kitty
My kitty is now trying to be a cupcake.
She stuck head in a cupcake wrapper.
We'll see how this goes...
She stuck head in a cupcake wrapper.
We'll see how this goes...
Friday, September 9, 2011
Another Best Day!!!
This was the BEST day that was for something school-related, but wasn't actually at school.
http://annasophieawesomeness.blogspot.com/2011/04/tcsit-friday.html
Some of you would know why...
http://annasophieawesomeness.blogspot.com/2011/04/tcsit-friday.html
Some of you would know why...
BEST DAY!!!!!!
THE BEST. SCHOOL. DAY. OF. MY. EIGHTH. GRADE. YEAR.
http://annasophieawesomeness.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-was-basketball-tournament-so-mr.html
http://annasophieawesomeness.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-was-basketball-tournament-so-mr.html
Kitty Nose
My kitty's nose is wet.
I mean, it's supposed to be wet, but not THIS wet.
Skandar, I think my kitty likes you very much.
Here's a note from her--
mjnjhhggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
I mean, it's supposed to be wet, but not THIS wet.
Skandar, I think my kitty likes you very much.
Here's a note from her--
mjnjhhggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
Why Does it Take SO LONG????
It took me twenty minutes to make a smoothie.
The blender just makes a little bubble of air, and then the thing just spins around in that. So I have to take it off, mix it around, put it back on, and a second later it stops again...
Plus, it doesn't help that the ice is so cold that it immediately freezes the water I put in there to help it blend...
*sigh*
The blender just makes a little bubble of air, and then the thing just spins around in that. So I have to take it off, mix it around, put it back on, and a second later it stops again...
Plus, it doesn't help that the ice is so cold that it immediately freezes the water I put in there to help it blend...
*sigh*
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Call to Teacher
My Chinese teacher gave us this paragraph that we were supposed to recite to her over the phone.
Okay, one thing-- recite. Memorize. How would she know that we're memorizing this if it's over the phone? (I memorized it, anyway.)
So I got home and called her, and she didn't pick up.
And I called again.
And again.
Nothing.
So I decided to leave a voice mail reciting the paragraph.
As soon as I started to record, I walked into my closet and knocked a big picture frame off the dresser. So this is what the voice mail probably sounds like--
"Hi, this is Annasophie" *BAM!!!!!!! big crashing sound* "...um... I'm sorry..." *resumes the message*
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!! SO EMBARRASSING!!!!!! BUT SO FUNNY!!!!!
Okay, one thing-- recite. Memorize. How would she know that we're memorizing this if it's over the phone? (I memorized it, anyway.)
So I got home and called her, and she didn't pick up.
And I called again.
And again.
Nothing.
So I decided to leave a voice mail reciting the paragraph.
As soon as I started to record, I walked into my closet and knocked a big picture frame off the dresser. So this is what the voice mail probably sounds like--
"Hi, this is Annasophie" *BAM!!!!!!! big crashing sound* "...um... I'm sorry..." *resumes the message*
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!! SO EMBARRASSING!!!!!! BUT SO FUNNY!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!
Do you guys have parents that HAVE to read EVERYTHING on a form before they fill it out? And if they don't understand something, they HAVE to find out EXACTLY what it means?
My dad's like that, and he is NOT signing this one form that I need to have by tomorrow. It's just something that says that I'm allowed to read all the books we're supposed to read in English class. It's not like they're going to make me read something that'll turn me into a communist or anything!!
And now I'll have my first late assignment in English cause my dad won't SIGN THE FREAKING PAPER!!!!!!!!
My dad's like that, and he is NOT signing this one form that I need to have by tomorrow. It's just something that says that I'm allowed to read all the books we're supposed to read in English class. It's not like they're going to make me read something that'll turn me into a communist or anything!!
And now I'll have my first late assignment in English cause my dad won't SIGN THE FREAKING PAPER!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Kitty-Kitty!
One of my Grandma's kitty-kitties when they were little.
Now this kitty-kitty has it's own little baby kitty-kitties!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
GO SKANDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YAY FOR SKANDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here are many happy faces for Skandie--
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Here are many happy faces for Skandie--
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
Fire
Are you guys all okay?
There are humongous fires all around the area.
I was so scared last night...
And just in case, I packed a bag in case we have to evacuate like a lot of people did. (Like Guinneapig.)
There are humongous fires all around the area.
I was so scared last night...
And just in case, I packed a bag in case we have to evacuate like a lot of people did. (Like Guinneapig.)
Hands
There are random tiny, bony handprints on our window.
I don't know where they came from, and I do not wish to know.
I don't know where they came from, and I do not wish to know.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Back to School Bash!!!
I rode with Hale to the Back to School Bash at the Woods of Brent. When we (Ch1k3n, Hale, and I) walked through the door, we paid, and then started going down the ramp, which, according, to Krabby Patty, is not acceptable. Well, she was stamping people's hands, soo... I guess there was a reason for that. But then she just kinda looked up at Ch1k3n and then finally screamed, "CH1K3N!!!!!!"
We weren't there for very long before Kay-Rod (in her out-of-dress-code dress) started yelling at us to go eat.
We built out own tacos. Yay. Tacos. And they gave us reaaaaally small pieces of some cake that tasted like a blueberry muffin with icing.
While we were eating, Sam, Skandie, and Nikki came in. After we were done, Sam, Skandie, Mollipop, and Nikki tried going outside, but were hunted down by Miss StuCo Princess.
So we sat inside and watched the very boring volleyball game. Sam, Skandie, and Mollypop ran off somewhere, and then Jestar was very bored for a long time before they came back. And then Mollipop hug-attacked me. It's really quite frightening when Mollipop hug-attacks you.
Hale and I sat around and talked to BoyMollipop. When he walked away (he didn't really walk away, these two girls interrupted and started talking to him) I asked Hale if she noticed that he was talking in an accent. She said, "Yeah..." So we went over to Mollipop and asked if BoyMollipop had an accent. Her answer? "Only when he gets nervous." Hale and I laughed ar this for a very long time. It was quite amusing.
After the volleyball game was over, we all went outside. To our surprise, we found that almost all the trees in the playground were cut down. We sat around and screamed about what memories we had made at these very trees and thought about what they meant to us. We were quite upset. Then Sam, Mollipop, and Jestar went on top of the monkey bars. Skandie, Hale, and I hung around the vandalized swingset. Well, it wasn't really a swingset, cause someone chopped all the swings off. It was fun swinging on metal chains, though. At one point I got into a very awkward posision and almost couldn't get down. I am quite glad I did get down.
The sun started going down, and it got dark. Skandie, Hale, and I talked about... stuff... Eventually, we moved over to the merry-go-round.
And then, of course, Krabby Patty comes and puts us back inside.
We watched Tangled. I liked it, although it was the second time I've seen it. And at that one part where they're watching the lanterns and it's all so romanticy, Hages screams, "THIS IS SO CUTE!!"
By the time the movie was over, it was thirty minutes past the time it was supposed to end.
It was a four-and-a-half hours.
We weren't there for very long before Kay-Rod (in her out-of-dress-code dress) started yelling at us to go eat.
We built out own tacos. Yay. Tacos. And they gave us reaaaaally small pieces of some cake that tasted like a blueberry muffin with icing.
While we were eating, Sam, Skandie, and Nikki came in. After we were done, Sam, Skandie, Mollipop, and Nikki tried going outside, but were hunted down by Miss StuCo Princess.
So we sat inside and watched the very boring volleyball game. Sam, Skandie, and Mollypop ran off somewhere, and then Jestar was very bored for a long time before they came back. And then Mollipop hug-attacked me. It's really quite frightening when Mollipop hug-attacks you.
Hale and I sat around and talked to BoyMollipop. When he walked away (he didn't really walk away, these two girls interrupted and started talking to him) I asked Hale if she noticed that he was talking in an accent. She said, "Yeah..." So we went over to Mollipop and asked if BoyMollipop had an accent. Her answer? "Only when he gets nervous." Hale and I laughed ar this for a very long time. It was quite amusing.
After the volleyball game was over, we all went outside. To our surprise, we found that almost all the trees in the playground were cut down. We sat around and screamed about what memories we had made at these very trees and thought about what they meant to us. We were quite upset. Then Sam, Mollipop, and Jestar went on top of the monkey bars. Skandie, Hale, and I hung around the vandalized swingset. Well, it wasn't really a swingset, cause someone chopped all the swings off. It was fun swinging on metal chains, though. At one point I got into a very awkward posision and almost couldn't get down. I am quite glad I did get down.
The sun started going down, and it got dark. Skandie, Hale, and I talked about... stuff... Eventually, we moved over to the merry-go-round.
And then, of course, Krabby Patty comes and puts us back inside.
We watched Tangled. I liked it, although it was the second time I've seen it. And at that one part where they're watching the lanterns and it's all so romanticy, Hages screams, "THIS IS SO CUTE!!"
By the time the movie was over, it was thirty minutes past the time it was supposed to end.
It was a four-and-a-half hours.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
!!!!!!!!!!!!
You know that temorary orchestra I was talking about?
Probably not, cause maybe I never talked about it.
Anway.
MAESTRO PETER BAY WILL BE COMING TO SEE US REHEARSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Probably not, cause maybe I never talked about it.
Anway.
MAESTRO PETER BAY WILL BE COMING TO SEE US REHEARSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YEARBOOK!!!!!
Sam gave me my yearbook today!!
And I think I can go to the Back-to-School Bash... Am I even allowed to go?
I'll call Ty and ask...
And I think I can go to the Back-to-School Bash... Am I even allowed to go?
I'll call Ty and ask...
Friday, September 2, 2011
Random Memory...
Here's a random memory from about five years ago.
I was at my friend's house and we decided to go on a walk down the street to a pond. We found grapes with pretty leaves on a vine and decided that they were okay to eat.
The grapes were grapes, but turns out the pretty leaves were poison ivy...
I was at my friend's house and we decided to go on a walk down the street to a pond. We found grapes with pretty leaves on a vine and decided that they were okay to eat.
The grapes were grapes, but turns out the pretty leaves were poison ivy...
Snippet from 'Saving Professor'
Here's a little snippet from my story.
Petra was the first one to class, as usual. She was nervous, but she didn’t know why. Sneaking into Professor’s truck wasn’t something to be afraid of, was it?
It was, actually. It was something that Collier would do.
Petra smiled at the thought.
She took a seat near the door, so she would have more time to get to the truck and return, if things didn’t go as planned.
A steady stream of students poured in. But when the bell rang, Collier still hadn’t showed up.
He’s probably late, just like always, Petra thought. She took out her Algebra II notebook and opened it up to the first empty page. She began to doodle, which surprised her, because she never doodled on schoolwork unless she was nervous.
Then she remembered that she was nervous.
Class began. Professor was back, as always.
“Good morning,” he began. “Let’s get our your homework from yesterday.”
The class looked around at each other.
“What’s the matter? Did anyone do it?”
A shy kid named Chris slowly raised his hand.
“You gave us the same assignment as you did the day before.”
Professor looked confused.
“You never changed it,” Chris clarified.
Professor looked at the board.
“I didn’t?”
The class shook their heads. Professor was obviously confused.
“Well, then. I guess we can go on to the next section.”
Petra robotically copied down notes, not letting the material sink into her mind. She would take about five minutes running to his truck, but she needed to do that before he left. That would mean she would have to leave the classroom at about…
Petra raised her hand.
“Yes, Petra? Do you know the answer to number three?”
“Um, no,” Petra said. She swallowed, then continued. “May I go to the restroom?”
“Sure, go ahead. Are you all right? You look a bit pale.”
Petra nodded and quickly escaped the room, hoping that Professor wouldn’t notice that she didn’t take the restroom pass.
Running as fast as she could without making a noise, she made her way across the hall, down the stairs, and out the door. She imagined herself looking like an injured ostrich.
Finally outside in the brisk morning breeze, she located Professor’s bright apple-red truck parked on the far side of the lot. She took a sprint for it.
When she reached it, she was already out of breath. Making sure no one was around, she quietly slipped up into the back of the truck and opened the lid of the extra compartment.
Her heart jumped and she pulled back, barely catching herself from screaming. Then she leaned in for another look.
It was a person, a boy… Petra wondered if she should tell someone. Was this boy… dead?
Then he stirred, erasing all of Petra’s thoughts. Relief washed over her, but was just as quickly replaced by a different type of fear.
The boy turned his head and looked up at Petra.
Collier.
Petra kneeled down and spoke in a rapid whisper.
“Collier, what are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to see where Professor goes every day. You?”
“Me too!”
“What? Since when have you been into spying on teachers?”
“Since yesterday. Now hurry up. He thinks I’m in the restroom.”
Collier’s eyes fixed on something behind Petra. He froze.
“Petra. Petra. Get in!”
“What is it?” Without waiting for an answer, Petra looked behind her. And then she saw what Collier was looking at—Professor was walking briskly to his truck.
“Get IN!”
Petra scrambled into the compartment, and Collier slammed the lid down.
“How did—“ she began to ask.
“Don’t say anything!” Collier whispered.
Petra followed her brother’s orders. She studied the box she was in. Only a pinprick of light leaked in through the top corner. Other than that, it was pitch black.
Her and Collier were squished up next to each other, but they could still fit. In fact, she was surprised how large it was.
Suddenly, the truck jerked backwards.
Petra grabbed Collier’s ankle with one hand and steadied herself with the other.
The tires made screeching noise as the truck went careening out of the parking lot.
Petra’s heart raced, and she could hear Collier breathing hard.
“Collier,” she whispered, but he didn’t answer.
The truck raced along the road, jerking to a stop when a red light came. It came upon a very long red light, and Petra was already getting restless. Sweat dripped down her hair, and her shirt stuck to her back.
“Petra?” Collier’s whisper cut through the dark. “Petra, I think we stopped.”
“No, really?”
“I mean I think we’re here.”
“But we haven’t heard Professor get out yet.”
As if on cue, the door opened. The truck bobbed up as Professor stepped off. Then the door slammed shut again.
“One, two, three…” Collier counted. Petra tried to calm herself. “Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…”
Petra took a deep breath.
“Thirty. Time to get out,” Collier said in a full voice. He pushed the lid up, and sunlight spilled in, burning Petra’s eyes.
Petra was the first one to class, as usual. She was nervous, but she didn’t know why. Sneaking into Professor’s truck wasn’t something to be afraid of, was it?
It was, actually. It was something that Collier would do.
Petra smiled at the thought.
She took a seat near the door, so she would have more time to get to the truck and return, if things didn’t go as planned.
A steady stream of students poured in. But when the bell rang, Collier still hadn’t showed up.
He’s probably late, just like always, Petra thought. She took out her Algebra II notebook and opened it up to the first empty page. She began to doodle, which surprised her, because she never doodled on schoolwork unless she was nervous.
Then she remembered that she was nervous.
Class began. Professor was back, as always.
“Good morning,” he began. “Let’s get our your homework from yesterday.”
The class looked around at each other.
“What’s the matter? Did anyone do it?”
A shy kid named Chris slowly raised his hand.
“You gave us the same assignment as you did the day before.”
Professor looked confused.
“You never changed it,” Chris clarified.
Professor looked at the board.
“I didn’t?”
The class shook their heads. Professor was obviously confused.
“Well, then. I guess we can go on to the next section.”
Petra robotically copied down notes, not letting the material sink into her mind. She would take about five minutes running to his truck, but she needed to do that before he left. That would mean she would have to leave the classroom at about…
Petra raised her hand.
“Yes, Petra? Do you know the answer to number three?”
“Um, no,” Petra said. She swallowed, then continued. “May I go to the restroom?”
“Sure, go ahead. Are you all right? You look a bit pale.”
Petra nodded and quickly escaped the room, hoping that Professor wouldn’t notice that she didn’t take the restroom pass.
Running as fast as she could without making a noise, she made her way across the hall, down the stairs, and out the door. She imagined herself looking like an injured ostrich.
Finally outside in the brisk morning breeze, she located Professor’s bright apple-red truck parked on the far side of the lot. She took a sprint for it.
When she reached it, she was already out of breath. Making sure no one was around, she quietly slipped up into the back of the truck and opened the lid of the extra compartment.
Her heart jumped and she pulled back, barely catching herself from screaming. Then she leaned in for another look.
It was a person, a boy… Petra wondered if she should tell someone. Was this boy… dead?
Then he stirred, erasing all of Petra’s thoughts. Relief washed over her, but was just as quickly replaced by a different type of fear.
The boy turned his head and looked up at Petra.
Collier.
Petra kneeled down and spoke in a rapid whisper.
“Collier, what are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to see where Professor goes every day. You?”
“Me too!”
“What? Since when have you been into spying on teachers?”
“Since yesterday. Now hurry up. He thinks I’m in the restroom.”
Collier’s eyes fixed on something behind Petra. He froze.
“Petra. Petra. Get in!”
“What is it?” Without waiting for an answer, Petra looked behind her. And then she saw what Collier was looking at—Professor was walking briskly to his truck.
“Get IN!”
Petra scrambled into the compartment, and Collier slammed the lid down.
“How did—“ she began to ask.
“Don’t say anything!” Collier whispered.
Petra followed her brother’s orders. She studied the box she was in. Only a pinprick of light leaked in through the top corner. Other than that, it was pitch black.
Her and Collier were squished up next to each other, but they could still fit. In fact, she was surprised how large it was.
Suddenly, the truck jerked backwards.
Petra grabbed Collier’s ankle with one hand and steadied herself with the other.
The tires made screeching noise as the truck went careening out of the parking lot.
Petra’s heart raced, and she could hear Collier breathing hard.
“Collier,” she whispered, but he didn’t answer.
The truck raced along the road, jerking to a stop when a red light came. It came upon a very long red light, and Petra was already getting restless. Sweat dripped down her hair, and her shirt stuck to her back.
“Petra?” Collier’s whisper cut through the dark. “Petra, I think we stopped.”
“No, really?”
“I mean I think we’re here.”
“But we haven’t heard Professor get out yet.”
As if on cue, the door opened. The truck bobbed up as Professor stepped off. Then the door slammed shut again.
“One, two, three…” Collier counted. Petra tried to calm herself. “Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…”
Petra took a deep breath.
“Thirty. Time to get out,” Collier said in a full voice. He pushed the lid up, and sunlight spilled in, burning Petra’s eyes.
Bus
The bus takes FOREVER!!!!!!!!! There's this HUGE mob of people waiting for their buses, and it's just crazy!
I saw someone that was at LEAST three feet taller than me, and I'm 4' 11". So that's tall. I'm not even joking, he's crazy tall. CRAZY tall.
There are more tall people... in my World Geography class there are two freshman over six feet tall...
I saw someone that was at LEAST three feet taller than me, and I'm 4' 11". So that's tall. I'm not even joking, he's crazy tall. CRAZY tall.
There are more tall people... in my World Geography class there are two freshman over six feet tall...
About the Picture of the Day
I searched 'Dry-erase Antelope' on Google Images for my picture of the day, and I found Antelope Canyon. I used a picture of that for today's picture of the day, and here's another one.
It's amazing... I really want to go there someday...
Jestar, does it kind of remind you of the Moonstone from Warriors?
It's amazing... I really want to go there someday...
Jestar, does it kind of remind you of the Moonstone from Warriors?
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Chinese
I'm studying for a Chinese test I have tomorrow.
Why?
Because my teacher has no mercy.
I started taking the class yesterday, and I still have to take the test tomorrow. *sigh*
Why?
Because my teacher has no mercy.
I started taking the class yesterday, and I still have to take the test tomorrow. *sigh*
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