Hum.........I don't really have one...........darn..........this is a new low.

So should I go on and on about how little I'm looking foward tomarow? About the funeral? The family? D.J and the spred sheet of doom!? How it seems I'm not the only one who updates their blog anymore? All of thee above? Exelent choice.

Now the question is should we go in order of the events? In height by age? *Okay so that one didn't make sense...Grandfather says it...* Pehaps just however I feel like it? The last choice again? Gee you guys are coprative.

I just thought of a new topic however. High school. I suppose it could fall under "D.J and the spred sheet of doom" Yes...thats what we'll do. So for all of you who don't know, D.J is my half brother....who happens to be a bit older...okay 19years older....I refure to him as the "Long lost brother who was never quite forgotten" Now I'm told we look alike, we both have blond hair and blue eyes, but thats about were the similarites stop. You see he's very into bussness, the corporate world, he is actually GOOD at sports, actually understands math, and actually wants to spend time with Dad. He enjoys plans, graphs, other such orengization materials. It just so happens that high school schudeling is going on right now and it just so happens I'm absolutly terrified. In comes D.J, not ONLY did he creat a spred sheet for my freshmen year, choose all the classes, electives, afterschool activities...but he planned my entire 4year high school career. In one night.

Now after being extremly freeked out, having a slight mental brake down and condeming him, he finally left the room. At this point I got on changed the spred sheet, rotated some classes, and checked to make sure I was in classes with some of my friends. After doing so I felt much better about the whole thing and was even momentarly excited. Don't worry it passed and I'm genuly frightend of the whole ordeal now. However I am frightened with a plan! I'm not taking any science next year and, don't ask me how, I'm going to need to befriend McIver *though I detest it so* and do some sereouse bribing, but I'd like to take spanish next year. No, I havn't found a new love of the culture...I all ready have 2 credits so it'd be shame to start over.

As I told Jon we hade about 20 family members around this weekend for the funeral, I knew total of 7 and one girl I"m not even sure I was related to. It was all very werid, the get togethers, the funeral, the cemetary, the calling. And yeah, I cried at the funeral and the cementary. At the church I could see Dad just staring at me, then wispering to D.J that I was crying, he's goes..."Well....yeah" At least D.J has more sense then our shared Dad. Well DUH I'd cry the jerk, I loved her too, knew more about her then perhaps the other grandchirdren, certenly know more about Grandfather then all of them, and I wasn't crying about the loss, I was crying for him. Ben gave the eugiligy which I must say, and I am no expert here, was great. Perhaps I felt this way because it invovled a experence I happend to have been told about after school one day when they picked me up. Didn't think anything of it then, its amazing how these things keep coming back to surprise me.

The cementary was a beautiful place of sadness. It was about 20 degress, the big white snowflaks coming down quickly landing in Ellens hair, and I assume mine. The hertz was in front of the limo and grandfather standing right in front of the limo waiting for the pall bareiers to carry the coffen out. That was the hardest part. Watching my grandfather standing there amongst the snow, the beautiful white snow, in his Sunday suit just looking so helpless and lost. Then glacing around at the other graves, all coverd in that glittery white stuff and the trees all bare, then back at my grandfather who all of a sudden didn't look so helpless, he looked strong, like he was just waiting for them to take it out, so he could finally get some much needed rest.

And they did get it out, and the rest of the ritualistic "Ashes to ashes" prayer was said and I laughed....I think I've said it before but I have the oddest timing to laugh. I just kept thinking "Why do they have that as a prayer? I mean no one takes it sereously anymore.....They say it at basketball games for goondess sake!" Then we went to the country club and it seemed to me....partied.

No tears, no crying, none of that anoying "She was a good grandmother, she went quickly" stuff just good food and, get this, I ENJOYED speaking to the cousins! GASP! I know, so very unlikly, but Ben brought his new girlfriend and I really like her. Now its time for oddest things to say to someone who's grandmother just died. It's a countdown folks!

5. "Your grandmother just died." Hum...wonder what this person was thinking....perhaps they didn't relize that I knew I was at her calling and they had to brake the bad news to me...

4. "They grow up quickly" She was my grandmother...not my child....

3.  "I'mgoing to be your high school Geomatry Teacher!" Hum....good info...if I was taking Geomatry....Which I am not...perhaps he should see the spred sheet.

2. "Keep your grandfather out of depression." Good idvice.....Odd....somewhat imapropiate.....not intirely needed...

1. "Your not related to her!" Yes.I am. No. I will not prove it to you. Who are you again?

Yes, these were all said to me, I think I was introduced to 7 differn't math teachers, some really important ones too. Like the head of Math at West Point. Yeah I'd say he quilifies as important.

I know your sick of hearing about the funeral but the numbers were quite impressive. I think we had at leat 100 people at the calling and funeral and no less then 75 at the lunch. Exelent turn out for a 17 degree snowy day.

Tomarow I have spanish and a basketball game. Both of which I will not partisipate, though for different reasons. Spanish beacuse if I do, I'll get in trouble, and I need her recomendation to get into the class next year, and in Basketball because I've messed so much practice and a game. I really don't want to go to school. REALLY don't want to go to the game. Really really really really.

Kyle's input *cheeseisgood3`*

Over Flow of baked goods.....that seems to be what ive been hearing for the past couple of days.  Seeing as toast has lost a loved one everyone thinks that drownding your sorrows in baked goods is all that she should do now however im quite shure she can swim so the attempt of drownding in baked goods is just simply un able to happen...any person whit a brain could see that....well if i was nailed with baked goods...i would throw them back!....so as u can see the upside is that there will alwayse be that greenbean casoroll that everbody hates in your kitchen sooner or later....so instead of being sad...chuck the casorole at the nieghbor and eat the cake....and theres all the major ?'s of life....why do we alwayse have greenbean casorole....i guess the world will never know. cheese out!

 

*All right, Toast here, that was Kyle, or Cheese, who is the frist guest writer, wana see your thing in my totally awesome blog? Well gosh darn it tell me!*

THE BACKED GOODS AND DELI MEAT ARER TAKING OVER!

We had such an over flow of food and deli meets and other variouse backed goods we now have some sort of cassroll in the garage....hum....odd... D.J is in and I'm actually allmost getting to know him. Yay! Now heres something new. I'm going to have guest entries from other people. So if you wana write a little something leave a comment telling me and I'll get with you on how to do it.

Table cloths

In honor of black history month *which isn't until Feburay* we are currently reading a selection by Nikii Geovani *So very sorry to all who actually know how to spell that, I've got an idea! Leave a comment and TELL ME* This particular story is about grandmothers. My teacher asked us all to write about our grandmother. Thats it, she didn't say write a memory, or give any details, just write.

This may come as a shock to you all, but my mind dosn't work like that. I like to have something more direct to write about. Just giving me a broad topic dosn't do much good. This meaning I couldn't come up with a darn thing. I'm talking NOTHING, I think I put down she like crossword puzzles. I mean I was with my grandparents for all of my childhood, I spent more time with them then I did with Mom and Dad yet my mind refused to let me think of some long lost treasured memory.

I mean she died 5days ageo! Not 5years ageo! You think I'd be able to come up with SOMETHING! However something intersting did happen at dinner tonight.

My grandfather kept telling my aunt to tell the "Table Cloth story" I having no idea what she was talking about just kinda smiled. Now the story is as fallows.

We have a friend of the family who often barrowed table cloths for P.E.O parties *don't know what it stands for, its a "secret" club thing* Grandfather had given my aunt instructions to give these table cloths to her when she stopped by. Grandfather KNEW she'd fell awkward taking them and she did. She kept refusing and saying she didn't feel comfortable. Aunt Kate kept telling her it was fine and she would have wanted her to have them. They FINALLY find the table cloth in a bag with a note attached.

"When I no longer have a need for these I'd like Virginia to have it." Grandmother July 2003

This is the point in the story when I'm RACKING MY BRAIN for any possible memory that MIGHT clue me in to what the heck there all talking about. Then it hits me, but I didn't even THINK about it then.

Ellen was getting married and Grandfather was sending off all their fine silver as a wedding gift to her. He was rambeling on about boxes and shipping costs and grandmother was just sitting there. I'm off to the side replying with "Really?" and "Yeah" at the appropiate times. I guess I was wondering what I might get for a wedding present as he was currently shipping everything to Ben and Ellen. Leave it to Grandmother to notice my odd look. I don't remember exactly how only that her ripping a piece of paper off and writing something, then making grandfather get her a bag to put a table cloth in. I remember this becasue he thought it was very odd and foolish. I agreed with him.

However when I'm sitting at the dinner table tonight next to my closest *this meaning I"ve seen them within 3years* family members, it ment a lot. Now it was also funny that after reasuring the friend over and over again that it would be oaky to take them they end up MINE. But it was hard not to tear up.

Now what I'm going to DO with this table cloth is another story. *bridge anyone?*

 

Absolutly no hope of every getting my starting posistion back.

So you may have notice that I didn't update often in the past two days. This would be due to the fact that I havn't been home. I've been at school! YAY! Monday for instance:

Never go to bed later then 12 on a school night if you want to be perky Monday Morning. Its been a while so I don't remember much about it other then FRAR FACTOR!

Fear factor is what Kristi calls this little project of hers. This "project" is her Communications grade. You get in a group and come up with an idea or topic to inteview people about, then the tape is played for the school to see. Kristi didn't want to just humleate us by putting us on tape, nope she wanted to rase the stakes. We were going to be eating our favorite foods in an eating contest! Favorite foods all blended up and put in a convenient liquid form. Well, somewhat liquid.

This all takes place 8th period while I have music. Now after cleaning my leave with Mr. Willson *Leonte, he's the suppervisor* Kristi came and saved me from the torture that is radio programing. Snyder was also drinking his favorites and was being looked for. Well he found us, or found me. Seems he has a complaint with my behavior in P.E.

Said something about me being a leader? Hum....This is new...Also said I was one weather or not I wanted to be......don't think so.....And that everytime I quite *I like to call it staging a peacfull protest, a sit in if you will* 4 others quit. Allright so that may be true but Ultamet Frizby just isn't my cup o tea. The jist of the slow talk down the hall while the others gwak at me, which is actually pretty cool....is that I better partisipate and get OTHER people to do stuff, or I"m going to get a less then satisfactory grade. Now I understand this being my own problem to get my butt up and do stuff, but good greif! Its my fault if people don't want to run?! Time to go into drill sargent mode! ATTENT HUT! *salutes* Now soldiure I'd just like to say its weird that I'm not doing stuff, becasue I'm usually one of the kids in P.E who get really into the games. I blame Striped Moron.

At ease private! Now the contest went uh...well gross. Then I was off to Drama until 3:45 when thats over and done I moter it over to Laura who is at Science Olympaid, then change for Basketball. This eading at 5:30 when the guys game starts. Laura and I havn't missed a sigel guys home game all year and heck if I'm going to start now! This ending at 8:45ish then home to do homework I don't think I got done....

Thats Monday for you folks! Now strap your selfs in because Tuesday is a wopper!

Now we hade a game Tuesday. One in which we KICKED BOOTY! We won by 28!!!! I barly played due to the fact I SUCKED in practice. I got plenty of time for how I preformed in practice so I"m pretty happy. Guess whats after our game at Centrel? The guys game back at Maple Crest! So its off to the that game in our triuphant jerseys. The guys weren't so lucky.....however 7th grade won in over time! YAY! Well not really.

How do I figure this you ask? Over time means MORE TIME meaning I don't get home tell later meaing I don't get started on the 40+ Algebra problems I have to do. Only thing is Grandfather is here with Kathy and he wants to help. This means I give him the book and he does them so I can do them then ask him if I have questions. This isn't help. This is making me wait before getting started my self. He didn't get done until 11. I took a shower after 11 getting to bed around 11:30. Not mind you getting started on the Algebra.

Now were to today! Exciting isn't it? I'm so sorry if I'm boring you with all this. Really just tell me its over kill and I'll stop. Maybe....Anyhoo Mom gets me up at 6 flippin o clock to do my preveously untouched by me Algebra homework. Good old mom. I only got about 42 mins of work done because I have an early morning Student Council meeting! HOWEVER! I did get some of the stuff done for that while waiting for Grandfather to finish.

Once again I fail to remember anything of great intrest other then P.E in which I TRIED to behave just for Snyder who is cool enough to actually have me listen to him. Too bad Mr.Morn blew it. Oh well he had a nice little brake.

Drama and then basketball and I"m home free. Other then the mountains of homework. But wait? Mom won't let me go to practice! MY GOSH! How do they expect me to get anything done if I can't go to these things? I'm being selfish and I'm sure it be nice if I was here for all the family......On a side not ever think of all the people who show upfor funerals? D.J is coming! Werid....Really weird........scary....... Okay so back to the guilt trip. Now I'd stay home in an instant if I thought that they wanted or needed me here but they don't. I'm just in the way and I'm not doing anything good just sitting here. Now not only do I miss the practice before the game, which I suppose won't be a problem because mom dosn't want me to go to that either.

 g2g bye

 

All for the joy of baked goods

Grandmother died last night. 12:05 a.m and I didn't even cry. Infact I'm making jokes about it, perhaps I'm suppressing the sadness with humor or I'm truly a bad person. Eh either way I've learned a few things.

People will allways bake you things if someone dies. So far we've recieved brownies, soup, and lasgana. Mom hasn't gotten to eat the soup yet because these blasted people keep calling to give there condolances, but shes going to starve if they don't shut up. Perhaps they feel as though there doing their civic duty by calling but frankly it just anoys me.

I got the Five Iron Frenzy c.d today. I was going to buy it with my own money but Dad did for me. I suppose he's trying to make me feel better. When Grandma Bonny died I got a kalidascope. Ug I'm measureing up gifts from death. How shallow can you get?

So I do miss her but I'm thinking about how funny its going to be in Spanish when I have NO idea whats going on and I think of her there next to me just as confused as me.

Really not a lot to say but I felt as though I should up date. Tomaorw I'm going to be busy so I'm sure SOMETHING intersting hat to happen. Until then.

The person behind all the strips.

So perhaps your wondering why I took such a disliked to our stirped friend? I don't really know.....Truth be told he's been a preety cool guy, talks nicely, acts intersted in our well being, you know the type. Its the type you gotta watch out for. I shouldn't say stuff like this because its all most lilky dumb but I don't like him. Something about the strips most likly.

Exibit A. Step ups. Laura and I were told to step up, we did so an were promptly told to step down. Now wiat a second! Theres no "down" in the directions so why should we listen to oh Stiped One? Laura informed him of her fear of heights while I explaned it wasn't in the directions and I didn't wnt to brake the rules. He replied it was okay and to step down. I was told not to listen to strangers, I do not know O Stirpend Moron and promptly informed him. I was threatened with getting dressed. Where the threat in that? Then he made EVERYONE get dressed. Oh yeah, not a good thing.

I'm only prepairing him for less kind future students of his. And to tell you the truth, I don't think he's ready.

Exibit B. We were told to find out the results of the Illionis, Iowa game for points. I forogt seeing as I had a few more things going on at the moment. Justa few. *NJHS, SO, Drama, A team, BBALL, Homework* But we went with Illionis. We had to write it on paper so  I said "How are you today? How are your strips?" He cmae up and asked if that was 8th grade lingo, Kassie goes "No its far beyond 8th grade, my little sis taought it to me."

He belived us. No certenly not ready.

Tired, and for once, not hungery!

So we lost the game. The odd thing about it is that I'm rather satisfied with the whole thing. Truly sad when you settel for loosing by LESS then half. Thats a big deal for us. :D

Play tryouts after school today. Don't know how they went I refuse to comment only say that I refuse to handel it as poorly as I did last time. Heh, yeah I'm sure I looked real calm and collected while cussing out everyone and there cousin *mentaly of coarse* *well some not so mental...* Right so last time I got bugged out becasue *heh, bugged, thats cool word. USE IT* I felt like I was a failure. I now have enough things to keep my mind off that. And its funny, but I really don't care if I make it or not. I really enjoy watching the people preform it so if it dosn't work out I can allways burry my self in Emperial Russa and Maps *Science Olymapid and Academic team* Or practice my jump shot *Lord knows I need it*

Quick trivia question! What do all the above have in common? Why I had them, or will, have them tonight! YAY! Must go sleep.

Only 7 more hrs to go!

I'm very tired. I wouldn't mind a long nap. Hehe, that sounds REALLY GOOD, but I'll live, I just must eat food!

A few good things did come from today however. Striped Moron *the student teacher in health* taought me the importance of the push up threw brute stupid force only Striped Moron is capable of. I met a new sub in Spanish, one who complaind of his wife not making coffee hot enough, and thought it wise to let us watch American Idol durning class. This would have made me happy if only he hadn't demed it necessary for us to take the test. I did come up with a rather good stratigy! I answered "voy" for every singel question. This allows me to be sure I got at least one question right! Yay for me! *I'm so failing*

Now back to the magical wourld of health and the evil slave driver Striped Moron which he shall be known as until he manages to deem him self worth of a more suitable name. Today was station day! And my Snyder scale was back in bussness and he seemed okay. Only problem is Snyder gave the responsibility of Station day to Striped Moron. I don't think he's ready for that, what do you think boys and girls? Me either. We just did the regular, I told him my name was Laura, Laura said she was Virginia, and somehow he started calling Leonte' Courtney...We don't even have a Courtney in the class. We then procedded to do nothing however apparently we got to him as when the push up station came he was prepaird.

Prepaird meaning he was utterly confused. You see his master plan was to come up to come up and yell at us for not doing our push ups. Problem? We did them. We did the 20 however he made us, us being ME, do 10more, when apparently they wern't good enough I had to do 10 more, with that he turned and demanded an additional five. I just sat there and shook my head. Striped Moron asked for it.

Locker room, my things arn't there. Its out of the room to yell bloody murder to Snyder. HE WALKS IN THE GIRLS LOCKER ROOM! Laura about fainted, and demands my cloths to be returned. I threaten to throw Kristi's shorts in the tolent so she gives them back, only then she actually puts her stuff under the water and says I did throw them in the tolet. Thus making Snyder mad at me leaving Kristi to spred the tail of me and my evilness.

I don't know if Krisit relizes it, but thats like a freekin gift! Hell I don't even have to do the pranks to get credit anymore!

I'd write more but theres really not much else to say. I was abonded at the school becasue yelling repetiveley PICK ME UP AT 2:45 dosn't get threw to some people. Thus making me late, making me start on my homework late, making me go to meet the buss with extra homework, not getting home until 10. Yes thats right folks 10. Great. Eh I asked for it.

Now to one last final thing. Hello Derek! Yes, I'm talking to you. Now I KNOW you read this and you seem to have time to comment about it at school so why don't you try and leave a comment on here? Hum? I doubt your too incredibly busy to leave a comment. If you are I'm so sorry to be taking up your valuable time. :)

 

Yet again just avoiding the homework.

So it is 8 o' clock I just got home form another wonderfly boring sadly entertaing day. *I love adjitives!*  *especailly when they conterdict each other, gives a nice effect*

Last night I stayed up for the soal purpose of bother my mom. Really a good way to show I'm grown up don't you agree? I must say though I WAS doing homework but it got the job done. The point being morning came all too quickly for my tired game exusgated eyes. The remedy? Why a long confusing, homework filled day of coarse!

Actually it wasn't that long and even Spanish went relitivly quick. Relitivly meaning it only seemed like a life time and not an eturnity. Funny thing today, Jon wasn't there, not too surprising in its self but everyone kept telling and acting like I had somthing or knew something about it.... Not really the case considering I talked to him a mere 6hrs earlier....whatever on to Health!

Right so Snyder was in one of his "Don't mess with me, I'm EVIL SNYDER!" moods however the long brake had thrown off my "Snyder" reeding abilities so I might have pushed him a little more today then necessary.....But I really don't think I was too bad. Hollys metal buttons WERE a safty issue! I'm helping him! Oh well my mission was complete, I made an impresson on the new Student Teachers. Operation "Make Hell" is underway. Now mind you I have NO idea why I feel as though this is necessary for him. I"m usually quite the teachers pet...well not really but I don't usually PURPOSELY do things to the poor defenseless Student Teach but I have a bad feeling about him. So does EVIL SNYDER I can tell.

So after EVIL SNYDER we had DEPRESSING DUDE. Now all subs have there own ways of getting people to be quite, force, niceness, candy, guilt. Yes guilt. This was a new one for me but Depressing Dude had it down. First he explaned to us that he had been fired from Mores Construction company on Oct. 31 2003 *Yes he gave us actually dates* He proceeded to tell us about his wife and his children who relied on him to feed them and how he relyied on the job to get the money needed to feed his wife and kid. Heres were we come in. *my favorite part in this sad movie* In order for him to get a job we must be nice to him so he gets good reviews and can come back hence getting more money and feeding his poor starving wife and child. I don't know why its taking him 2years to find another job...but whatever. We were then told an encourageing story about how Shook walked in a saw everyone behaving so now he won't starve! yay!

Mrs. Hoeshaw came back and I could have sowrn he was flirting with her....Joey also came back only with a crutch due to the screw they put in his hip. He limps around now so I do feel rather bad for him. That is until he blew all my bingo chips away! I didn't really get lunch because I had planed to go to the libary but it was full but by that time I couldn't get anything....BLAME ENGLISH! Another not so fun fact about these cursed letters.

I wrote one of apprication to Waterford Place *the health center my g-ma is in* Only thing is she'll most likly be dead by the time they get it. Now I'm a sick minded person but I find that incredibly funny in an embarrising sort of way. Ug that didn't come out right but whatever. So THATS going to be fun "Thanks for taking care of Dorthy" Hey guys! Didn't Dorth Die? Does no one see the humor in that? Eh..I guess I don't either.............

Accidemic team, long, dull, full of Russia, YAY ITS OVER! Now its home where I don't have to do math because I got it done in class!

Whats this! I'm being forced to do math! CRAP! We'll gosh darn it I'll do it later for I am off to Basketball! An hour and a half of plays, I'll loose ALL OF THAT before tomarows game but heck I'll do my best. I'll be arriving home around 10 mostlikly to a crying mom becasue Grandmother is uh......not great......yeah lets go with that. But hell, what a way to top off a wonderful Wendsday I know that it will be!

SO FREEKIN HUNGERY!

Now before I go into my spoild little girl rant in which I will pretend to know far more then I really do as it is in my nature to do so I need to clarafy some things. I love them all very much. I am also to blame. I NEED to try harder. I need an escape and most importently, I  need food.

So on this last day of my 3 day weekend I didn't go to bed until 5a.m. This due in part to the fact I was up allnight playing Tales Of Symphonia with Kristi. I didn't get up until 11 and ate breakfest at 12. However I'm ready for supper at 5:30 yet informed on how I woudl be easier to feed if I ate at normal times. How is 5:30 not normal? Whatever I can wait. I think I still have some 5month old Halloween candy.

Grandfather ate all the good candy. Figures. So I guess I'll wait for whatever. I'm told an hour. I can do an hour. An hour is nothing. Only thing is its not an hour, its 2 and when I find out what I waited 2hrs for I'm not a happy camper. Meatloaf. This makes me so incredibly mad, not becaues of the fact I dislike meat loaf and I want food I like. *though that would have helped* Its the fact they didn't tell me. It's the fact they KNOW I hate it and they KNOW I could have made something I like if I had known ahead of time.

Its not even the fact that I"m starving or that I just wasted 2hrs. No, I allways am wasting time they can't be blamed for that. It's that they watch me. I swear Grandfather goes "Donno this looks great! Your best yet!" Then he tries to make eye contact with me yet I refuse to look at him. Thats something weird for me.  Then he tells me how lucky I am to have such a great cook in the family and then, he just stares at me.

They KNOW I'm just going to poke at it becasue I'll put up a good face. Heck I'll take a few bites but they all just look at me and make comments about how picky I am. I've even been told they'll know for sure I'm an adult when I start eating regular food. Sense when does my dislike of meatloaf make me childish? They Grandfather makes another sound of pleasure and says how great the food is again. Then he runs his fingers along my arm and I flintch.

I HATE IT when people do that! He's the only one who can get away with it. Everyone else gets a strong verbal warning. I just try to smile. This is rediculouse. I waited 2hrs for MacNcheese! Yeah I'm mad! I wanted to go to sleep early. WANTED! Now I have to come down and get something to eat because they took all the pleasure they could from dinner.

The conversation is intirly 1 sided. My mom talking to my grandfather about people Dad and I don't even know. They spend like 4hrs together every day for goodness sake! Come up with something else to talk about durning dinner that I am being forced to eat! Not even intersting people! Nope just about the people at church and how rude they are. This is when mom makes the comment "I just want to be told everything is great. That would make me happy"

Did my own mother just say that? I had to be adopted. Please let me be adopted! Do I really need to say that darn quote? Eh I guess its not a quote becasue I don't know who  said it but "Happiness isn't having everything perfect, its looking past the bad things to find whats wonderful." Wow I screwd that up big time... I'll have to look it up later. Anyhoo my own mother is asking for ignorance! Beautiful innocent igrnorance. I can't do many more of these family dinners.

So the point of the story is that I'm freekin hungry, mad at my parents for being jerks, mad at my self for not handeling it better, and well I"M FREEKIN HUNGERY!

I can't wait until I go to school and be responsible for my own starvation!

 

Boredem Is trying to kill me. I know it.

Its a sad sad day when I have nothing to rambel about and I miss school. For all of you kind folks who once knew me as the girl full of life I wish you well. For next week begins the end and while I will have things to write about I will have no time too write them. Perhaps inbetween the 12hr days at school the Science Olympaid, Academic Team, Basketball, Student Council, Honor Council, and the play I'll aviod the mass amounts of homework and update you all on my slow painfull demise.

I leave you with this, don't end up like me, say no to  variouse activites. In the begining of the school year I felt like I wasn't doing anything. Just look at me now. I'll miss you all.

Right so now that I've written a very sad good bye notice I must inform you all that right now I"m in the middle of a 3 day weekend and I'm very bored. I suppose I should enjoy this time of nothing for I will not have it for very long.

Bang head on large, sharp, object dayly in hopes of riding ones self of ones unpleasent memories

Right so this is the THIRD time I've tried to update but it keeps doing something odd and I loose all my work. This does not make it easy to update nor does it make it an incredibly high priority. But enough about me and my computer issues. *Theres a book for you* Lets go on to my wonderfly wacked out day! (Cheers from crowd)

Yet another 2hr delay folks. Arn't I lucky? Serously I'm ready for another full day people. I like sleeping in as much as the next person but there are a few things I'd like to complete before the darn year is over! Anyhoo, today was group picture day.

Were lucky if picture day goes okay on normal circemstances. *lets pretend thats spelled correctly shall we?* Now with only 25mins in a class things get tricky. Not to bad for most people who are only in 1 or 2 activites. I envy most people. Actually, I take that back. I'm perfectly content with my schudel! The point of this long rambeling sentice is that I wasn't in 1 or 2 pictures, I was in 7.

Each picture takes about 15mins to shoot, what with the walking to the gym, lining up in order of hight, sitting down, getting the pose, and FINALLY taking the 2sec pic, walking back to class. we have 35min periods. Thats allmost have a class right there. So I have 7 of these little interuptions which makes if more the difficult to study.

So first its chior which was intersting because when they made the annocement, there were only 4 people in the chior room so we had to wait while they slowly showed up.

Then we had student council were they forgot us officers *can't blame them, we suck* So be got to stand in back. By this time its off to spanish.

Spansih was quite dull and suck fulled. Just like usual. This is when the NJHS anoucment was called. The entire class got to go on this one becasue McIver is the freekin director of it. This tooke up a large amount of time but it was well spent. I got to watch her walk around like an army officer and yell at the guys who made the fart noises. Good fun.

Got back just in time to be assigned homework I convently left at school. Its past the cafiteria and threw the hall to Health class we go! Another joyish day of sex talks and the whole little bit. I enjoy it very much. Well I enjoy listening to Leonta freek out everytime the word "sex" is brought up.  Ah yet another fond memory. Drama pictures called in this class. Got back just intime to start on my quize question only to leave again for Science Olympaid, made it back to class in time to grab my stuff and high tail it to English.

English was one big ball of standerized test scores and essays. Now I'm proud to say that I think I'm rather good in this subject and I scored rather high *5 in writing applactaions, best you can get is 6, I wanted that 6!* but I KNOW I can't spell however when I got home I looked at my scores and holy crap! I got a 4 *thats the highest you can get* My poor person who graded mine must have been blind. Say a prayer for him/her later. Battle of the Books picture in this class. Poor Mrs. Peoples didn't get to take it because she was going threw those anoying scores.

LUNCH TIME BABY! I really hate having lunch so early in the morning *It's 12:30, not really early, or morning for taht matter....* But I'm just not hungery. I had a bag of chips. Jon however got nachos, then ending up giving them to Jimi. Poor, poor Jimi. He goes down to pick up the gooey substence only to have Jon wack the bowl up in his face. Jimi shall forever have the smell of nacho cheese in his nose. That ever present lunch lady just walked by with a napkin. Kassie brought up a good point "It's good she dosn't ask questions".

Sadly lunch is over. And I just spent 35 some minunets in Science going over the pereodic table of elements. Lets skip ahaed to Meet The Mustangs.

For all who don't know, Meet The Mustangs is when the basketball teams go out and play each other, 7th plays 8th, 6th plays 6th, its supposed to be fun. IT SUCKS! Its embarssing and down right demening. However we did CRUSH the 7th graders so at least we won't be ridiculed. I want to say it could have gone better, but it could have gone worse also. I didn't play very well either way. I just don't like things like that.

HOLY CRAP! I faild to mention the homework I have! I got to go do that! Later.

 

 

HALF DAY HALF DAY HALF DAY!!!!! Too bad I can't have half the classes.....

No dreams about a mad man killing me last night. *thank goodness* No, insted I walked downsatres for breakfest. Turned and got my shoes. Now nomally I would just go in the kitchen with socks on. Who knows why I put my shoes on but I did. I was lucky.

Hehe sry I was going to go back and update that. Wonder why I was lucky eh? Why because the kitchen was under water of coarse! No it didn't rain, no our house dosn't leak, now if the next thing you were going to say is that the washing macheen blew up you'd be absolutly correct! Now if you'r wondering how it blew up lets just say it invovles the garbage desposial, my dad, and the plunger.

The grabage desposal got clogged up so Dad, being the stubbern Mr. Fix it we all know he is got out the plunger and started doing something odd to the poor sink. It made noises. Now Mr. Fixit could be an over statement. Lets just say that the Hot and Cold water in my house is switched because he tried to fix the sink once..... My grandfather had the drain guy on speed dial. Gotta hand it to him though, he did get it done after 3hrs of work, taking the pipes apart, and cleaning them out. Now only if all the poor people knew about the water...

Right so half day. I don't remember a lot of it.... Mrs. Burkholter asked me how my grandmother was in the libary next to Leonta' which is a bit embarrising, because I made it sound like I was looking for sympothy which is really rather pathedic and then she said her little bit about how sometimes these things happen. I know I know, and really I get it. Its funny but I'm okay with this whole dieing thing. Well with Grandmother anyway. She's safe.

So then I went to a 2hr lunch with Grandfather. He has a salad and I ate with him for 2 hrs watching him eat the gosh darn salad. I loved that lunch. I wish I could go back to it. Then we came home I did homwork and his breath smelled like chocklet which it all ways does because he eats thoese chocklet bars before we work and its really gross and drives me crazy.

Then he called around 5:30 saying they activated my grandmothers will. This means if she stops breathing they won't do anything. They won't call 911, they won't recusatate her, they will watch her die. Now providing this happens in her sleep, its the best option. Really she goes out peacfully and happy. They are giving her about a week, maybe 3 days.

So now all I feel like a jerk.

 

MORE later I'm going out for a 9:00 dinner. Great bye.

I've said it once and I'll say it again. I LOVE THE SHOWER!

Yesterday I thought I was going to have a nice easy day. Sure I relized homework may be involved but who cares? I was going home at 2:45, plenty of time to get everything done. Heck I'd have time to spair. If you don't know by know, I'm allways wrong.

I walk in the school and the first thing I notice is that the guys are dressed up. Crap, that means theres a basketball game. It's okay, its proabably at another school. No such luck. Its a home game, a particular game I would like to attend. No problem, so I get home at 5 not 2:45, I still have time to get whatever I have done with time to spair!

"THERES A WHAT?" This is the question I asked Laura after asking if she was going to the game. "We have acadmeic bowl practice after school until 4, but I'm going to call my mom so I can stay after." Fine fine, I'll be the good child and go the A Team, *I hate calling it academic team.* I shall stay after for the basketballgame, get home a bit later but thats okay, I can multi task.

"Hey Virginia?" Laura looked confused as we sat in Science, Threee english letters for homework and 2 periods later. "Look at the board" So I did, and let me tell you, what I saw did not make my day any less busy. ALL SCIENCE OLYMPAIDS MUST ATTEND THE AFTER SCHOOL MEETING ON JANUARY 10th! Crap. Now unless I am very much mistaken today is the 10th, and I am now very much busy. I also get to be in 3places at once! Not entirly impossible if you figure in the speed, distance ration excellerated by the......

Turns out I didn't really have to do all that. Science was cleard with A team, and the 7th grade plays first and I don't care about them. So its off to Science, then A team, then making a madd dash to the game. Mind you this is before lunch and we didn't know the full extent of the damage to be done.

Right so has anyone else notice I didn't mention basketball? If you did you are truly amazing for remebering the activity I forgot about. Lets factor in the fallowing activites, Science Oylmpaid, A Team, Basketball game, Basketball practice, Homework, Shower, Homework, Bed. Lets look at that list again. Anyone see food marked? Not I. I better eat a good lunch.

CURSE YOU KRISTI! You leave for one minunet to use the phone and Kristi dumps a hot dog *my hot dog I might add* and ketchup into my drink! So much for food. I suppose its not important. All those pesky Chinese people don't seem to need it. *I didn't mean that like its okay their starving...just you know...mockery* Now really, I wouldn't worry about it but I don't know if you realize this but at this point I'm going to be at school until 7:30 with out going home. I like food. Food is good. I have no food. *tear*

Lets add a nice helping of 50 some Algebra problems and we have my day! Well up tell last period when I was informed about the new play. Which by the way sounds freekin awesome. I also relized that if I wanted to do it, I"m going to have to drop something. Only I don't want to drop anything, so I guess I'm screwed. To much homework to figure it out now.

Oh another fun little fact about my day. SEVEN FREEKIN PEOPLE! I thought it was going to stop to. :( Yep all that progress those poor soals were making with the concept of Jon and I not going out is all for naught. One guy even asked if we were sure. We told him we has schudeled a meeting to decuss and clarafy things. He believed us.

The guys lost the game horribly, they even stuck Jimi and Leonta' in there. I'm off to write letters to variouse companys. Wish me luck. Now its time for the catchy logos!

Playoffs, and my soon to be dead body. :)

 The Colts and the Bronco's are playing off today so thats were much of the attenchion in our family is at. We have family living in both Indiana and Colorado. GO COLTS! Guess where I'm from? I bet you can't... Heheh. Though it's difficult for me to sit down and watch 4hrs of guys running back in forth I do enjoy it occasionally, and there is one added bonuse of football. My dad makes LOTS OF FOOD so he can be "comfortable" while he watches. I casually walk in occasionally and sneak some out for my greedly little self. Yum...Chips AND dip. I know, I'm a wild one.

However lets leave the chips for a moment, *I know its hard but lets try shall we?* I mear 4hrs ago I was at Kassies house partaking in a sleepover/makeup/gossip party. All of which is to be expected at a teenage girl party just I'm not big on the makeup, gossip part, but  I do enjoy sleeping and pizza which is usually included in these things.

So the night started off whith Mom and I getting lost, turning around in some guys drive way, and knocking on randome doors until we found the right house. Surprisingly enough it worked the first time thus began my journy into what is known as Mary Kay products. Though Mom had planned to stay I think I looked pathedic enough she decided she wouldn't put me threw that, so she left.

It was really rather dull, I wasn't very impressed with the girl doing it. Actually I think she was terrible at it. So basicly I put bad make up on for the longest time. Oh wait I forgot I washed my hands, this surprisingly enough was a 4step process that cost 18dollars....I like soap just fine thank you. At the end I was going to buy this 1.06 tube of something or other just cuz I felt bad for the lady but the smallest amount of mony I had was a 5. "Gee I didn't bring change with me honey." What kind of freekish sales lady dosn't bring change? Well screw this, no I"m not going to have my mom bring me a dollar six so I can have this crappy hand stuff that I'm only buying becasue I feel sorry for you.

But then there was pizza and everything was fine :) Then we just did the whole sleepover thing. We did play poker which was rather entertaing. Very few of my friends have poker faces...Fewer of my friends know what a poker face is...Anyhoos I'm pretty sure I broke even, which is better then what Kristi got considering she was out the first 10mins. The only thing that really discouraged me was all the talk about other people...or talk about Elise. I don't know what she did but she has no friends anymore. I mean none. I was sereously with some of her old best friends and they would just out of no wear say "I don't like Elise" I know that thats what you do at a sleepover but really saying such rude things isn't nessacary. Kassie and I did have a conversation about Elies as president of student council and we both agree she can't handel it. I don't know what we'll do about that.

Though from what I've written it dosn't seem like I had fun but I did. We did play a game of Disney Cherades, turns out that Kristi is SO BAD AT THAT! She makes up imagenary clues to nonexistant movies...This dosn't help her poor parter guess the name.

So if your wondering about the dead body part its the fact that we went to bed at 5, and got up at 9. WAY TO FREEKIN EARLY! Holy crap I don't get up that early ever let alone when I stay up until 4.

Kassey H. took home my pants by accident, no biggy, but I had 50$ in my pants...so my parents freeked and made me go get them. Mom has this paper she wants set up in a certain format that she dosn't know how to do. It is possible to do it in word but it would take about 3hrs. Grandfather who was listening in seems to think absolutly nothing of my own free will. I love him to death but he goes "So? Go ahead and do it for her Virginia! You have nothing better to do with your time" So very sorry but doing moms work isn't on my list of things I need to get done. World Hunger, defunging my room, and eating mass amounts of food come first. It is after all, my list, not his.

So now I am off to go find a nice couch to interduce my butt to... This means I'm going to go pass out some wear. I'll see you all tomarow when I'm home from school. *tear*

Stupid hairdressers, early morning pracitcies, and other things I hate.

So last night I had planned to stay up far to late for my own good, get up at as close to 9 as humanly possible with out being late to practice. Assuming practice ended at 11 I would only be 10mins late to the hair dresser lady who was SUPPOSED to cut my hair. I was not looking foward to this, they usually screw it up and I must go threw the mad dash of doom. More on that later.

I should have like 5hrs of down time between the hair lady and the 6 o'clock party. Oh did I mention that this party is Mary Kay? No? Yes I the girl who was last in her class to wear make up shall go and try 300 colors of the same pink lipgloss. I'm going for the free pizza. Party ending Noon on Sunday, then it was a nice cruze to monday morning.

At least that was the plan.

I had assumed we had practice this morning considering we allways do. It is after all the only logical thought process. Thats what thinking does for you folks! IT SCREWS YOU UP! I didn't know what time this said practice was however. So I was HOPING Jon would get on so I could ask him if the guys had practce. If they did we had it at 12, if they didn't we were back to square 1, sense he didn't know we were on square -1. Great. Now I suppose I could have called someone and asked. I don't think their mothers would have been to happy with a 1a.m phone call though do you? Of corse not that would be foolish!

I called at 8a.m on a Saturday insted. By this point I was wondering if we even had practice. Laura was aslepp, I guess she wasn't planning to attend. Kristen was aslepp. I think I missed something. Laura calls me back and says " My logic is that sense he didn't inform us of practice we should have to go." Makes sense, now, not when I'm running laps. But hell I"m not going if shes not.

So its off to the hair lady who was SUPPOSED to cut it, all she actually did was wash it and make it look bad. The mad dash of doom began to wash it, blowdry it and all that other wonderful stuff. Gee it looks the SAME!  My mother had something to do with it I'm sure...

Speaking of mom guess what party she's going to? Yep MY PARTY! Ug, not cool, she does it just to tick me off I know it. We shall see.

Walkin in a winter wonderland!

So I've had 4 1/2 days off from school, I want MORE! YOu don't hink I'm greedy do you? Just kidding I'm perfectly content with what I have though it does take my mojo.

Here I am, awating a trip to OutBack stake house or whatever. I hate the food, hate the servace but its another family dinner so I shall grin and bear it. It's not usually incredibly difficult I just have to learn to hold my toung. Jon allways tells me to make family fun, I got sick of him saying that yesterday and well...kinda....well I was truthfull. So I was preached at and let me tell ya, IT SUCKS TO BE PREACHED APON! I know he ment well but it just made me feel like crap. Now he has this preassumed image of my parents thats not intirely accurate and I can't do anything about it. This is possibly the first time I've been on the other end of the "Speach to righthesness" I suppose it ment something though because I certenly thought about it for a while.

You know that saying its hard to be a Christen? It a hell of a lot harder to know one.

P.S Derek I'm sorry for all the times I did that to you. However I still stand by what I said.

Took me long enough

I've found that inorder for me to do something construstive I must be bored. Very bored. Even then It's a rare ocasion in which its truly constutive...

The point is I have pictures! Pictures of my MasterPiece ducktape Stero.! Yay!

 Isn't it beautiful? Yes well there's more to it and the words if you can't make them out, which you can't say "Music should never be harmless" -Robbie Roberston

 

Just another reason to clip your toe nails.

So I had this all typed out everything was awesome, I streched out my legs, touched a wire and it was gone. Who knew touching that would make the computer crash? I guess we learn something new every day. :)

Right so my day began early, like 12:01 a.m early. This being due to the odd fact that no matter how early you get up, no matter how many laps you have to run at practice, or how many hours of spanish you sit threw, theres no telling weather or not you'll be getting to sleep that night. When I finally reached a postition to my liking, one that I thought I could fall a sleep in, one that I could actually breath in, I jolted. No I do not know why, its just something I do, I uh.......flench? Yes so that is what I did, in doing so I dug my toenail into my leg, creating a large gash accrose my lower thy. Its actually pretty cool. I'm hoping it will leave a scar and I can tell people I was attacked by a bear. So I was wecomed into January 5th with a bloody leg.

Yesterday all I heard about was the possiblity of a delay due to the ice/slush. Oh how I wanted a delay, my heart and subconusious screamed for a delay. It was not to be so however as my oh so punctial mother awakend me with the sounds of a hair dryer, my cat steeling a sock from my dad, and my dad cussing out the cat for steeling his sock. Yep just another oh so joyfull morning.

The first thing I hear when I do arrive at school is theres a possibility for ice and they might just send us home in fear of a somewhat like Donor Party experence. But thats only the rumor and Dr. Little *the superintendent* Refueses to make life somewhat barable for us. I know its difficult and such but I NEEDED that delay, I was a sleep deprived, bloody, teenager. The last of my concerns was Dr.Litte.

So Dr.Little held out all the way to 4th period manageing to make us loose all hope of getting out of there alive. However as soon as we heard Mr. Hogans voice over the intercom we all held our breath. Could it be we were getting out? YES! All we had to do was get threw 5th period lunch and Music. I CAN DO IT! But wait whats this? Peoples. is tell us to go to 7th period then lunch? Well all right I can do that. Hogans voice came over the intercom again "8th graders should go to their 6th period class"

WERE THE HECK DID 6th period come in to play eh? Hogans back with "Excuse me I ment 5th period" Needless to say there were some confsued students. Peoples. held up over so very few were in the hallway. Hogan was telling people to go to there 7th period class, honostly it was ridiculous. I was about to set up camp in the hallway and wait out until lunch unitl Joey came along and got me back on the path. We met Charile along the way, he said he was headed to 6th period, poor misguided boy. We however were on our way to Science.

It took allmost 20mins for people to get things stratiened out and even longer for people to actually show but I suppose we all got to lunch somehow. This is were the fun begins.

"Excuse me, but is this your sock" said the lunch lady helper person to our table. Jon quickly thanked her and replyd he had lost it and had been looking everywear for it. Does anyone else find it odd and somewhat desterbing there was a sock in the caffiteria? Not as desterbing as what came next. Jon actually touched the thing! GROOSE! Then he threw it at Derek.

This began what is known as "The Great Sock War" We've thrown just about everything else you can think up, but never socks. Only problem is we were on high security and quickly descoverd. Didn't work. Somehow we found popsticle sticks...somehow one came awfly close to hitting Derek...wonder how that happend....Anyhood Officer Smith explaned to me how this to blind someone. I explaned what great altitude I got form the flip, my best yet.

The sock was brought out again, then taken away by Mrs. Smith not to be confused with Officer Smith. Smith took the sock over to the trash can, turned so we could see her, pulled a pizza box out of the trash can, and inserted the sock. I belive this was to throw us off and not go get it. *Sigh* What will we ever do with these teachers? Needless to say the first thing Jon did when she left was get up and retrive the sock.

The only obsitcle left for me was getting home. Now much to my displeasure I recived a memo that my Grandfather would be picking me up. However when I went to were I'd meet him he wasn't there. So I called his cell and asked where he was thinking he was in the parking lot and I just couldn't see him. Nope, he was at grandmothers. Normally I wouldn't mind the wait, but remember why were out early? FREEZING RAIN! I don't want to wait outside in that! So I'm more then a bit angry however I was in company as Chelsea D. was allso awaiting a ride.

I made it home and had pizza. Its funny how on the short days I have the most to write about. Man I really am boring. I guess you'll just have to live.

First day backs, boring classes, and other forms of tourtores.

Yum........cheesey taco...the way the four different cheeses mix together in the microwave because you didn't have enough of one certain kind. Truly an amazing experence. One that is very rarly matched. But enough about my delicouse gloriouse taco. On to more pressing matters. *not that anything is more pressing then food*

Anyone else relize theres day before 12? I sure didn't! Imagen all the new wonderful things I can get done by getting up at the crack of 6:45 everyday! Oh wait, I'm busy, I have to go to school. That pesky little thing all teenagers are forced to attend supposivly to gain knowladge. Heres what I learned today/

Mrs. McIver is very good at talking long periods of time to explane a simple subject. Today she explaned to us how we had many new students. She also explaned fire safty....but thats not important now is it? No, not importanat like the cheesey taco....... but back to the new peoples. I was looking foward to seeing these new people, but by the time lunch came around I was wondering if she had made it up, it was that or they were invisable. Equaly likly solutions but I had to know for my self.

Needless to say I searched high and low for these people yet found none. Finally at lunch I spotted an unfamilure figure. So the many kids McIver talked about turned out to  actually be 2 people. A girl who looks like she could be nice, and a guy who isn't actually new. He went to school with us in 6th grade and the begining of 7th only to be taken out and homeschooled. Now an intersting fact about Adrian, *the kid* is he's some sort of super genuse. Really its rather amazing. Then we I got to thinking about it I rememberd his mom enrolling him this year. Infact I talked to her. I never really had any classes with him and now I have Algebra, I shall witness this incredible brain he has first hand.

Algebra brings us to our next topic of decussion. Though its not much of an decussion really...mostly just me talking on and on, rambeling about nothing..... Alright so the sub guy is *drum roll please* Mr. Bearet! Or Mr. Dred, if your Jimi. No he's not Mr. Dred because he's dreadfull, rather due to the fact he has dredlocks. There actually pretty tight. Oh and he did this amazing thing today in class. I mean really it was the last thing Iexpected. HE TAOUGHT US SOMETHING! At first I thought perhaps he was putting some sort of spell on us but then I rememberd a time when I was younger...A time when I use to learn new and exciting things. Mr. Dred will hopefully take us back to that little place inside of us all that dreads homework and loths the possibilty of a pop quize. I get shivers just thinking about it.

I'd write more but....well I really don't want to actually. Besides I've got things to do, people to see, and tacos to eat. I'm also on the search for a styrofome cup, pipe cleaners, and bubble wrap.............. This is a job for none other then Buckey Man! *theme music plays*

My mother drugged me!

I have good news! I didn't suffer from a mid morning hangover! *I'm not actually sure what one is...* I avoided it by not getting up until an hour past noon. Even then I was tired as hell. My boom box sure is wicked though.

So right now everything is kinda spinny. At first I thought it was due to the sharpie I was using...but then I remembered the stupid little pill my mom had me take. VITIMEN MY POINTY FINGER! She most likly only told me this because she knows how much I hate medicene. I suppose she's smarter then I give her credit because for once I didn't have to tell her I wasn't feeling great. *Not that I ever tell her* Nope she came up with the bright idea to give me some sort of evil pill all by her self. However I was relieved to find out that it was the cause of the sudden tiredness and not the sharpie. This is of coarse assuming I'm sick. I still won't admit to it. Maybe if I denie its here it will just go away....Maybe not....Either way I'm not going to bring it up my nonexistent cold. Hypatheticly speaking of coarse.

School is tomarow. It's been a nice brake though a bit shorter then I would have hoped. Anyone have any idea why we start school on a Tuesday? Yeah neither do I but its an extra day off. I'm really hoping for fog, or a flood, or an alian invasion to at least get me a 2hr delay tomarow. I know its not going to happen but it gives me something to hope for right?

However something exciting does happen tomarow. We get to bare witness to the new Algebra Tech for the first time. Needless to say. or perhaps it is needed, I am very worried. Just our luck to get some 100year old lady who is about to bit the big one any time or some ex army offical who is very big of diselplen. I've been forced to sign a contract that I won't harm Mrs. McIver physically or mentally. I think I saw a small clause in there that may be able to get me past all of that.

So my craving for Sherlock Holmes as been momentarly sustaind by a trip to the libary. Its an off cannon story with Mary Russle and Sherlock Holmes. I've heard good things about those stories so I'm hoping they don't disapoint. If they do I'm taking it all out on Mrs. McIver.

Duck Tape, boomboxes, late nights, and memories.

So I'm covering my boom box in ducktape. You may not relize this but that takes a while to do. I'd hope you don't relize this because that would mean you've tried it and my uh Masterpiece wouldn't be one of a kind. Well I must say I think its going rather well. Its only taken a few rolls of the stuff and a craft kinfe *pointy things...* and 4hrs of my unpaid time and I'm still not done.

I should be doing this during the day when I have nothing to do and getting some much needed sleep right now. Alais, what I'm going to remember is the time I stayed up working on this thing. Not how tired I was the morning after and really in the end all we have are memories. I think I'll risk the mid morning hang over I'm sure to recieve tomarow. I'll be sure to post a picture of this monstrasty as ssoon as I figure out were the duce I put the camra.......

I think I had something else of intrest to say but I've forgotten it now. Most likly I will remember it in Science class. Land of Wonder and Insperation.