It's OVER!

Writing I is no more! The good news (besides the fact that it's over) is that I got 100% on my last quiz, 100% on this huge vocab assignment, and I think I did REALLY well on the final. I'm so excited. That is all.

Monday's over... another Tuesday.

This particular Tuesday is actually quite special to me. This Tuesday marks the end of my Writing I career with the semi-despised professor whose name shall not be revealed for fear of angering him before final grades are posted. That's right, I have my final in exactly 2 hours and exactly 2 hours later (well, maybe less than 2 hours) I will be done. I will be done and my fate will be in his hands. That's a really scary thought come to think of it...

The rest of the week looks promising. True, I have a big test tomorrow and a big test on Thursday but after school on Thursday will be fantastic! I'll watch a bit of tv before practice, I'll go to practice, I'll come home, I'll work on/finish my layout and then there's a pep rally Friday!It might not sound exciting to the rest of you but I'm completely thrilled. Plus our first basketball game (or at least the first one w/ cheerleaders) is on Saturday. I haven't decided whether or not I like the idea of cheering at basketball games yet, we'll see.

My advice for the day: Sit back, relax, and have a nice cold glass of orange juice.

The thing about Tuesdays...

The thing about Tuesdays is they never seem to be significantly... significant. Freshman year "Only on Tuesdays" was my main response to, well, every question or statement.
"Do you wear yellow?"
"Only on Tuesdays."

"We go to knitting festivals a lot."
"Only on Tuesdays."

It was just a fun thing to say that made people laugh. Today I realized how mundane most Tuesdays are. I mean, c'mon, they're NOT Mondays. Mondays are the days we dread on Fridays. Wednesdays are the half-way mark-- you make it to Wednesday and you know you can get through the rest of the week. Thursdays are often stressful because everyone wants to get to Friday, but all of Thursday you know that Friday is only one day away. The significance of Fridays is obvious and I don't feel the need to describe them. Saturdays are great days to catch up on sleep, get some work around the house done, and stay out late with friends. Sundays tend to be relaxing. People go to church, finish up some homework, watch some movies, and mentally prepare themselves for the coming week. Then you get back to Monday. Tuesday doesn't fit too well does it? I suppose the only thing that can really be said about Tuesdays is that it's the day AFTER Monday, so you've become used to the idea that you're back in the weekdays.

So I know what you're thinking. "You write blogs about the days of the week?"

Only on Tuesdays.

Last night...

ended very well thanks to Glenn :) I enjoyed sitting on the curb outside of starbucks fearing the closeness of the headlights of cars going by. You made my night!

Lonely Day

A good song by Phantom Planet. I'm a bit lonely right now. It's only 8:37 and my night has ended before it has begun. The usual suspects are busy: Alli's in a show, Lindsey's at a show, Deannie is having dinner with her family, Kyle and John are in Big Bear, Emily is busy, Cathy and Jeannette are probably cruising, Ryan is at a modeling thing with his girlfriend (which he made VERY clear, almost defensively, as if i was interested in him or something...). Blech. I want very much not to have to be home in an hour. I want very much not to be here now. But on a happier note, I'm taking the SAT IIs tomorrow morning. Sad that that's the happier note, isn't it?

If I'm not alive in 24 hours...

it's because I've died of a malignant ear tumor. I have this strange knot in my earlobe (I'll give no more details, other than the fact that it HURTS like crazy) and while discussing this issue with Alli it was suggested that I may have a tumor. We were throwing the idea around as a big joke, whatever, but I did a bit of research and it turns out there IS such a thing as an ear tumor. Check it:

Tumors of the Middle Ear

Polyps and Granulation Tissue of the Middle Ear: Polyps can develop in the middle ear. As such, these are not necessarily benign tumors. They look like balls of inflamed tissue which form grape-like clusters within the confines of the middle ear and mastoid. These polyps generally are reddish and bleed easily on vacuuming or any manipulation. They may be indistinguishable from more serious problems of the middle ear and mastoid. If they do not respond to medical therapy, polyps should be biopsied. In most cases of advanced polyps and inflammation of the middle ear, surgery of the middle ear and mastoid will be necessary.

Oy.

Correction.

Really, really, really sorry about this guys... it turns out I made a serious mistake in my last blog. There are more than 18 days until winter break. I decided that rather than count days for the fifth time (I get a different number every time... I'm having an off day), I'm going to leave it up to you to count down. I tried to make one of those high-tech countdowns online but couldn't figure it out. I'm having an even more off day than I thought. Sorry. It's about 24 days until winter break (20 w/out weekends). Not TOO bad if you think about it... right??

What I love about Mondays...

1) Yes, I have a long practice but I do not have work or class.
2) They force me to reenter reality (some people do not like this detail, I think it's necessary)
3) This particular Monday goes perfectly with the song "Rainy Days and Mondays" by the Carpenters, in that it's a rainy day. Luckily it hasn't gotten me down yet... (listen to the song if you don't follow my reference)

Yes, it's Monday. It's the dreaded Monday after a lovely four-day respite from school. The weekend went more or less according to plan. Thanksgiving was a success (my cousin and Lindsey's cousin are now in love, go figure), Friday I went folfing with Chad, Alli, and Kailee (others were there but they were competing for the hefty $5 prize and couldn't be bothered with our naive perspective on the game... Chad boldly faced our naivity.). That night after shopping and getting dinner with Lindsey we came back to my house to watch Center Stage. We were joined by Deannie, and later by (get this) Bruce, Cory, Matt, Adam, and Nick. Exciting! I knew 3/5 of those people, so it was fun. They left at around 12:30 and I got a whole 5 1/2 hours of sleep before waking up to go to San Diego with Lindsey, Bruce, and Cory. Fun day. We saw lots of animals, had a few laughs, nothing to complain about. It was interesting in some ways... ways that I am not willing to reveal via blogging. That night I went to dinner w/ my cousin, ate some cheesecake, met up with Lindsey and Bruce, went to John's, left John's, came home and went to bed.
Yesterday, Sunday, was less eventful. I woke up a bit past 11, worked on my vocab assignment until 1:15 (only got through 9 out of 45 in that time... not so good!), went to the Veggie Grill with Lindsey, John, and Bruce, came home, got to number 32 of my vocab assignment (now THAT'S more like it!) and went to work. That was my weekend. Exciting, I know.

I have found it hard to withhold the juicy little details from this weekend, but was instructed that it was probably best to do so. *sigh*

18 days until winter break. Happy trails.

Is this what I really have time for?

Yes. As of 10:49 this morning I have four days of relaxation and glee ahead of me. Okay, so yeah I've got to write this big, several-thousand word story for the newspaper and I have to do this HUGE vocab assignment for my writing class that I've put off ALL SEMESTER, but I'm trying not to think about those until I absolutely need to.

This break came at the perfect time. Tensions were rising all over the place: poli. sci., AP stat., the love life area, and unfortunately, the editor room. I prefer for all three to be completely lacking in tension, but you don't always get what you want, right? Anyways, that'll all be behind me when I return 5 days from now. And perhaps by that time I, too, will be engaged (Lindsey and Bruce got 'engaged' last night, I'm not being TOTALLY random).

I have an exciting weekend to look forward to. Thanksgiving plans are the usual Turkey Bowl, baking/cooking, and going to a family member's house for a huge dinner that I hardly partake in (I'm more fond of the desserts to be quite honest). I am looking forward to making super exciting Tuxedo Brownies tomorrow after playing an exhilerating game of football. I'm not sure I even want to think about how the family dinner thing is going to go down... drama, drama, drama. It shouldn't be dramatic, right? Family is supposed to be the safehaven from drama. So not the case. Oy. But on a brighter note I have been promised an enjoyable day in San Diego with Lindsey, Bruce, and Cory at the wild animal park. Should be ten hours of good fun.

Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you enjoy lots of pumpkin pie :)

*My mom and I made two pumpkin pies and two cherry pies today. They look fantastic.*

Fantastic weekend (so far...)

The night began as any other...

Lindsey, John, and I went to the Spectrum for our oh-so-exciting dinner (date) with Bruce, Ben, Matt, Cory, and some other kid who didn't end up coming. It was really, really fun. I haven't talked to Bruce in ages so it was nice to catch up with him. Ben and I were fighting, which wasn't so great. It was my first time meeting Cory... he's such a cool guy! He's in a band and after a lot of coaxing and convincing (except not really) he has agreed to give me a free band shirt. There are conditions however. I had to pinky-kiss-promise that I will wear the shirt and go to his upcoming concert. A small price to pay for a free shirt.

It was really cold while we were walking around so Bruce gave Lindsey his jacket and Cory gave me his. Don't worry, we didn't leave them without collateral. They held/wore/tried to hide our purses. I have to admit, they looked a little bit gay but, being the comfortable guys that they are, they didn't mind. Cory rescued a little boy who was lost, only to receive strange looks from the boy's father when he finally came to retrieve his son (he was grateful to Cory until he saw the purse on his shoulder... awkward?).

Afterwards we went to Ben's house and hung out. The lovely Alli joined us and we all sat by the firepit for awhile and talked. Always good times.

This morning I awoke at 6 am to go to UHS to be in the movie Bruce and his fellow film crew members are working on. They're involved with this film festival in which they have 40 hours to turn a script into a movie. They got the script last night and they have to turn the movie in tomorrow morning I think. Anyways, we were done with my scenes and voiceovers by 10:30, leaving Lindsey and I feeling like our day was half done. But it had only begun...

the rest of the day so far hasn't been too eventful. Took my dog to the vet to have this strange lump on her stomach checked out. They think it's just a little infection and gave her medicine. We went to the new Veggie Grill with my mom and it was SO good. I really want Lindsey to work there.

I took a nap, and now I'm here. Ready for the rest of my weekend :)

College apps and cold caps(ules)

So I'm a little under the weather today. Not a big deal, I've taken lots of pills (echinecea, garlic, cold capsules, esberitox, and vitamins) and eaten lots of fruit (cherries, apples, and kiwi!). I'm sure I'll be okay in the next few days.

More importantly, I am currently applied to six of the eight colleges I intend to apply to! It feels like only yesterday that I was stressing about college applications (well, it sort of was only yesterday considering that I sent in five of those six applications today...).

I feel really good about all of the colleges I'm applying to. Sure, I want to go to some of them more than others but I feel like I have a pretty good chance of getting into at least one of eight right?? I hope so.

I'm off to bed. Sleep is also a very important aid to illness. ♥

Apologies.

I never finished my last blog. I had intended to, but I'm beginning to realize that, although I did learn a good number of things that weekend, they can be summed up into one realization.

Guys can be boring/annoying/immature/anything no matter what age they are. I had a few run-ins with drunk college guys which made me realize that my desire to find a "mature older guy" was in vain-- there isn't necessarily such a thing. There are some guys who are really mature when they're young, and there are some that are still really immature when they're older. It all just depends.

Our last football game (ever. of our highschool lives.) happened last night. I'm not gonna lie, I was emotional about it. I had said before the game started that I would be the last to cry, that I am physically incapable of crying when things really mean something to me. I was wrong. I was bawling! All the football boys thought we were crying because they lost the game (23-24 against Northwood... we were supposed win without a problem!), at first I was sad because we had lost the last game of our highschool lives, but then it hit me that it was the last game of our highschool live. Being a cheerleader has had a huge effect on the overall meaning of "last" things for highschool... it's strange.

Our wonderful three-day weekend is 2/3 over... so sad to think. Would you believe that I've had a great weekend? I sound so sad...

I'm actually quite happy.

Alli works for Disney now. Good food. It was fun seeing her work. ♥

Fights, fights, and fun.

This weekend has been rather exciting on all fronts. The weekend began, for me, with a nap. I was awakened by my loving father, who, after gently pulling me from my slumber, slipped me $100. He said it was for gas, lunch, dinner, whatever I needed it for. That doesn't happen to me anymore. Since I have a somewhat stable income I usually don't get any money from my parents, so this was a pretty fantastic start to my weekend (and I only spent $15 this weekend for dinner at CPK before the dance).
After waking up, I took a shower and headed over to Lindsey's to get ready for homecoming. We got all pretty, took LOTS of pictures (yes, we took some mirror pictures too. We are horrible at taking mirror pictures by the way...)

More later.

Stop! Before you speak.

So I was at Rite-Aid tonight, purchasing goodies for my beloved cookie boy. After I had collected a large bagful of king sized candy bars and other fun things, I proceeded to the check out station--station 5. There were two checker-outers there, and as I walked up one of them (we'll call her Sandy) was beginning to talk to the other (we'll call her Ginny). The whole conversation went something like this:

Sandy: Hey, have you seen the movie Click? If you haven't you should come watch it with me and my friends. My friends and I just rented a bunch of movies and Click is one of them. I haven't seen it yet but it looked pretty good. Have you seen it?
^^before I continue I want to point out how wordy that was. Keep in mind that Ginny hasn't said a single word yet.
Ginny: No.
Sandy: Oh yeah, you should totally come watch it with us. We also rented (insert bad movie title here), (insert other bad movie title here), and Final Destination 3.
^As she said the last part she was scanning my items.
Me: Oh, have you seen Final Destination 3?
^At this moment I am preparing to say exactly what I thought about the movie Final Destination 3. Luckily I gave myself a minute before speaking...
Sandy: Yes! It's such a great movie.
^I paused while staring at my wallet. I could not believe she thought that was a great movie. It was quite possibly the worst movie I have ever seen. Ever.
Ginny: I never saw it. I only saw the second one and it was really really good.
^I had heard that the second one was horrible too. Go figure.
Sandy: I never saw the second one. The first one was so good I was afraid the second would kill it. But then I saw the third, and it was amazing.
Me: I couldn't handle the third one. Especially the tanning salon scene... I had to walk out.
Sandy: Yeah that part was crazy. So well done though...
^No, it was not well done.
Me: Well have a fun time with your movie night!
Sandy: Thanks!
Ginny: Have a great night!!

These two talked with monotone voices until they said "Thanks!" and "Have a great night!!" They really were something else. I'm glad I didn't insult them...

even though they have horrible taste in movies.

I feel fizzy and fuzzy and fine

For some reason that phrase has stuck with me for several years. I think I read it in a magazine once-- it just sounded so wonderful to me. And I do actually feel quite fantastic today. I feel accomplished: we finished our homecoming routine today in practice and I am finally getting the hang of the senior dance segment; I finished ALL of my homework and organized three binders tonight; and I cooked dinner tonight!

I think John Mayer was my inspiration. I was listening to his new CD while I did everything on my list of today's accomplishments (except during practice, although I had one of his songs stuck in my head, so it still counts).

I'm feeling pretty okay about my 'romantic' situation at the moment as well. I discovered that that might be exactly what I need-- a bit of romance. Romance has never been high on my list of qualifications but I'm thinking it should be (John Mayer, again, is an influence).

So, to recap this blog real quick: John Mayer is my muse.

And on the 7th day (s)He rested.

I have decided that today, Sunday, I am actually going to rest. Every Sunday I find massive amounts of things to do to get things done and keep me busy. Well I don't want to be busy today. Today I am going to rest.

I really have nothing to say today. I'm sort of in an apathetic limbo-- I can't find the energy to care about what I should care about. Feel free to psychoanalyze me... if you have the credentials.

Yep. I'm done.

Frazzled.

"Frazzle" is officially my favorite word today. I love it. It sounds like "dazzle" which was my favorite word like, forever ago.

So there are about ten other things I should be doing right now (actually, only two... wait no, three), but my attention span today has been zero, so I don't feel too inclined to do them. I've been really anxious all day. Like jumpy kind of anxious. Like the anxious where you can't sit still. Like the anxious where you yell across classrooms, failing to acknowledge the fact that the teacher is talking to you and telling you to get out your homework. That kind of anxious. Could be because I have a million and one things to do in the next week and a half. Could be because I had lemonade today instead of iced tea. Whatever it is, it's making me anxious.

Plus, I had a really weird dream last night that seems like it would be easy enough to interpret, but the various people I've told (only three) have all given me different responses. What could it mean? I would post it here but it includes two guys whose identities must remain secret. So yeah, that's my story. I have to go to practice soon (which I'm actually not dreading), then class (which I dread on a weekly basis... twice on a weekly basis in fact), then open mic night (which I'm excited about), then home to shower/clean my room/write my restaurant review/do cookie boy stuff.

Busy night? I think so. Busy-ness makes me...


frazzled.

Disappointed times a thousand.

So I just took the "Odds of Marriage" quiz. Would you like to know what my odds of getting married are? 24%. TWENTY-FOUR PER-FREAKIN-CENT. I am so disheartened. Take the test, I hope you have better luck than me.

So in a few years from now when I am alone at all of your wedding receptions, sitting at a table (alone), eating excessive amounts of cake (alone), not dancing with anyone (because I'm alone), you won't be surprised because you will have known since October 17, 2006 that Lacey only has a 24% chance of getting married.

It's long but totally worthwhile. Maybe...

For today's blog I'm going to do it in a minute-by-minute format. Except not actually minute-by-minute since there are a lot of minutes in the day (1,440 to be exact), and that would be a crazy long blog.
7 a.m. - Wake up. Tired? Yes. Pumped for the imminent SAT test-taking experience? Not particularly.
7:30 a.m. - I made toast. Yes, that's right. And I have a witness to stand by my claim that I did NOT burn it (since some of you have absolutely no faith in my cooking abilities. Psh! I can make freakin' FANTASTIC toast. And jell-o.).
7:50 a.m. - Arrive at test room. I know no one, which is fine since I'm wearing a big sweatshirt, super-stretched out jeans, and an unpleasant SAT test-taking face.
8:15 a.m. - Begin test. Cute boy in the desk next to me. Refocus attention on test. Cute boy sitting behind me. STOP! FOCUS! Re-refocus attention on test. Complete test segment. Look at cute boy #1. Nice style, cute shirt, acceptable shoes. Can't really look at cute boy #2 since he's sitting behind me... slightly disappointed.
From around 8:45 until 12:45 - Take 9 more portions of the freakin' SAT which I freakin' hate more than anything. The old lady giving the test got mad at me for reading a book during my break inside the classroom. I had to go outside the classroom to read a freakin' book. I didn't do it. I went outside in protest to the absurd suggestion that I go outside to read. How was this a protest? you might ask. Well, it was more of a personal statement. I don't care if the old Irish woman got my point. I'm pretty sure she was Irish--she had a slight twinge of an accent I think.
1:15 - Arrive home. Eat leftover slice of pizza. Take shower. Dry hair. Get ready for Little Warrior Cheer Camp.
1:40 - Arrive at Little Warrior Cheer Camp. Make friends with adorable little second graders. Teach cheers, play about a zillion rounds of Duck, Duck, Goose!, play one round of Down by the Banks (I got out early on in the game...), hear disgusting secrets of 2nd graders (had no idea they could be so gross. Apparently some can.)
Sometime before 5 p.m. - Perform with all the cute Little Warriors. Good times.
Sometime after 5 p.m. - Carry really heavy case of water bottles across campus. Significant amount of pain...
Around 6 p.m. - Went to costume castle with Lindsey. Found a really really really cute costume that I intend to buy either tomorrow or the next day. Inquire for details and/or to see the picture.
7 1/2 p.m. - Went to work to get people's phone numbers to see if they could cover my shift tomorrow night. After 10 unsuccessful phone calls (and several different attacks from Taylor and Rikard, both of whom I love and adore), someone who was ON SHIFT volunteered to cover it. She's not a host... but she can do it :)
8:30 p.m. - Went to Diedrich's and made myself hot chocolate. I still make a darn good cup of hot chocolate if I may say so.
9 p.m. - Embark on an ADVENTURE with Ben (which basically means we went to the movie theatre to see American Hardcore and decided not to...). We saw a coyote! I called it ugly. I just realized that it's like "coyote ugly." That's actually not what I was going for, but hey! It works. Then we went back to Ben's and watched Can't Hardly Wait. Amazing movie. One of my new favs. Alli came and watched the end with us! Then we left.
11:46 p.m. - Start walking home from Ben's (just fyi, he lives PRETTY DARN FAR from me). He picked me up about two blocks over. I walked fast :)

And now I'm here. Writing. To you. The reader. Sorry.

Careful, you might stumble.

Well I have stumbled across quite a few things today.
1) Apparently Lacey sounds like a slightly stripper-ish name. Not particularly thrilled to hear that...
2) I should never become a window cleaner (In fact, I shouldn't go into any profession that relates to windows in any way.). I'm horrible at cleaning windows.
3) When the word "jerk" is included in the name of a food item it means that it's spicy (ie: Jamaican JERK Chicken Pizza = SPICY!!)
4) Not all boys are horrible, insensitive, jerks. Some are super sweet. <----I kind of already knew that but there hasn't been much proof lately.
And last but not least
5) No matter how "adventurous" I try to be, I will always end up with a BBQ Chicken Chopped Salad at the end of a work shift (don't tell anyone that I had one tonight... someone didn't pick up their take-out order so I was told to take it... very stealthily.)

Very productive weekend if you ask me.

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The NON-SERIOUS blog.

I'm not sure I'm capable of making a non-serious blog. I like to add bits of humor where possible in my blogs but I cannot make an entirely non-serious blog. The strange thing about my inability to be not serious is that I really am not a very serious person.

I had intended to blog about my super exciting day but 1) It wasn't super exciting and 2) It would have come out sounding too serious.

Alli, I'm having a really hard time making this a not serious blog.

Well, it looks as though I'm going to have to end this pretty soon because I really have nothing to say... a shocking and rare occurence.

Oh! Before I depart I could mention the fact that I seem incapable of attracting guys my own age. Yes, tonight the only male attention I got was from men between the ages of 29 and 33 (I'm guessing). It wasn't even the perverted "I like checking out younger girls because I'm nearing middle age and I feel insecure about my own attractiveness." These men actually, truly expected me to be at least 21. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or disheartened. It either means I look mature for my age, or I look tired... beat if you will. I'm going to go with the first one because I'm an optimist.

We'll Never Know

I love the song "We'll Never Know" by Lifehouse. It's great... so great, in fact, that I decided to make it the title of today's post. I haven't posted in awhile, for a few reasons:
1) Nothing particularly blogworthy has happened to me in the past week
2) There have been a few angry moments that I have had the urge to blog about, but I decided that I should abstain from venting on the world wide web for everybody's sake.

So to catch you up on this past week's events... I officially do not like my writing professor, I officially do like a certain boy again (formerly referred to as "Red Sub"... and when I say 'again' I really mean 'still.' Those of you who talk to me on a regular basis know how indecisive I have been about the whole situation. Well I'm back to being decided... quite pleased with my decision actually), our football team lost last night (they played an AMAZING game though, you should all be very proud of our boys), I have a layout due by next WEDNESDAY so that the Golden Arrow can go to print next THURSDAY (stress! Except not really... I have Pagemaker at home so I should be able to get it done, no prob.), and I OFFICIALLY have tonight off! That simply means that I do not have to be cheering at a football game for the first time in a month! It seems like it's been way way way longer than a month, come to think of it. Anyway, I'm just thrilled to have tonight free. Alli and I are going to do something WAYYY FUN and I'm totally stoaked! Oh yeah, and apparently I'm dating 4 or 5 different guys right now. Yes, that's right, I am dating 4 (or 5) different guys. Except really I'm not. There have been a lot of really random speculative rumors going around... don't buy in. I'm actually quite single at the moment.

And my car is stoaked because it is getting washed tomorrow! Tell me if this makes any sense: I washed my car last Friday (one week ago today). By Monday it was FILTHY, so I washed it. Today it is dirty again. What part of that makes any sense?? It's not like I've been doing any hard-core off-roading or anything... in fact, I'm pretty sure that the furthest I've driven in the past week was to work which isn't even five miles away. Strange.

The worst is over

The worst day of my week has now come to a close. When I say worst I don't mean that it was BAD, it was just busy and stressful and it turned me into an obsessive-compulsive freakish weirdo that I never want to be reintroduced to ever again. Every time I tried to do something I couldn't get my mind off all of the things I had to do after. I don't know if you've ever been in a similar situation, but when your mind is working like that it makes it VERY difficult to get anything done. Practically impossible. Luckily I was able to learn from this experience and I feel like I am better equipped to deal with similar situations in the future.

So in reality, the most meaningful and enlightening day of my week has now come to a close. Go figure.

Tomorrow I start my day as a cheerleader and end my day as a cheerleader. I'm still not sure if being a cheerleader has given my life any new insight or anything, but it sure does keep me busy.

Lacey needs... (a knock-off of "Lindsey needs...")

• Lacey needs to be forever remembered as groundbreaking television.
• Lacey needs a crate that she can stand up in, turn around in and lie down stretched out.
  
• Lacey needs horse boarding in exchange for barn help.
• Lacey needs to settle water issues.
• Lacey needs a stronger tax base, plus the creation of additional jobs.
• Lacey's needs are met in a moments notice.
• Lacey needs to pay her phone bill.
• Lacey needs an intermediate to advanced rider who can and will take her to the top.

Good stuff. That entertained me for a whole five minutes.

Free time

As I am writing this I am thinking of a million things that I am going to have to do in the coming months. Football games every week, random cheer functions (most of which I am currently unaware of), the first issue of the newspaper, taking the SAT and ACT, applying for college, working, getting a good grade in my writing class, getting good grades in my classes at school, etc. There's a lot going on, but for some reason I feel like I have even more spare time than I had last year when I wasn't on cheer or an editor or anything. Not quite sure how that makes sense...

Not to say that I don't like having free time. I love it. But how does this all add up?? I guess what I find so funny is the fact that I actually INTENDED to be busy this year. I joined cheer so I would have something to do. I became an editor to keep me busy (and for the experience I suppose). I'm working more than I did last year. PLUS I'm taking a class outside of school. Where is all this time coming from??

Whatever. I like my time. I can use it to get a head start on the things I have coming up, right?

Which brings me to my next point of mention. WE GET OUR PLANNERS TOMORROW! For the past few days I have felt completely jumbled. It is absolutely imparative that I have a universal means of recording everything that I have going on, otherwise I know I'll forget things. So my life is going to be nice and organized as of tomorrow... I hope.

I really hate this entry. It's repetitive and I structured it badly and it's not really my style. However, I'm not in the mood to fix it. Sorry reader(s).

Hope for a better tomorrow.

Me: ugh, have you ever had one of those days where you feel like no one wants to talk to you?
Lindsey: uhm... awkward...
Me: ?
Lindsey: haha now i feel bad, i was about to say gtg to school

'Nough said.

Tomorrow will be better.

Epiphany!

I had an epiphany the other day as I was washing my car. The funny thing is that washing a car is not a particularly emotional action, nor is it deep or in any way meaningful (to anything except the car, I suppose). But here was my epiphany:

Girls make a huge deal about their boyfriends/husbands/etc. making them feel like "the only girl in the world." What the heck? Why would you want to feel like the only girl in the world? It seems to me that we should not want to feel like the only girl in the world when we're with a guy- I personally want to feel like I am one of millions of girls in the world. And out of millions of girls I am the one that the guy wants to be with. To me that sounds more romantic/realistic. I sincerely prefer it.

My last-few-months-of-the-year resolution is to start writing short blogs every once in awhile so that I 1) Do not waste too much of my time writing an online blog and 2) Do not bore the people who may or may not care about what goes on in my life.

Mission semi-accomplished. This blog has been significantly shorter than my others so far...

Getting back into the swing of things...

or trying to at least.

Take it from me-- it's not as easy as it may sound. Having to go from a care-free summer setting to a knuckle-down (sort of...) school setting is trés difficile ("very difficult" for you non-french speakers). I thought I had everything ready too. Last night I was relaxing, embracing my last night of summer while just about everyone else I knew stressed about getting their summer projects finished for their AP classes (I'll admit, I felt guilty that I didn't have a single summer project to worry about, but I was able to overcome that emotion rather quickly). Then today I woke up and was suprisingly tired-- not a good way to start the first day back at school. It was okay though, I overcame my fatigue and was on my way to the first day of my senior year. I picked up Ms. Ford and the younger brother and we were headed for the coveted SENIOR PARKING LOT. Full. The lot was full. First day of senior year and the senior lot is full. Figures.

So I drive out of the lot (behind Ms. Perino) and OF COURSE she decides to make a very sudden, completely unpredictable stop at a NO STOP ZONE to drop off her friends. So naturally (given the circumstances) I bumped her. Complete accident, I felt completely horrible about it (until I realized that it really wasn't my fault) and I spent the first 3 periods trying to figure out when I would be able to apologize to her. Luckily she ended up being in my 4th period class so the second she walked in I yelled (quietly-ish) across the room "I'm so SO sorry Kristen!" and she said it was fine. I don't really believe that she's forgiven me, but we'll see how the year rolls out.

My classes are all pretty good. I have 3 of 4 classes with Lindsey (as opposed to 0 of 6 classes every other year in high school). I have one with Deannie but she sits on the complete opposite side of the room from me (which is not good, considering the fact that Jeff [ugh] sits behind me slash WINKS AT ME in that class! Not okay.) And I have ZERO classes with Alli. So not cool. Sure, we only had one class together last year, and it was the absolute worst class ever to have with one of your best friends because it was precalculus, but we made it fun and got through it together.

I absolutely love getting out of school at lunch. It's amazing. It enabled me to get home in time to write a two page essay in a half hour before going to practice for 2 and a half hours before turning in my two page essay (which took me a half hour to write).

But I suppose none of that is really significant when you know about the rest of my night (which was by far more exciting than the rest of the day. So I leave class a bit before 7, head over to Office Depot to do some last-minute school shopping and then I go home to bake cookies for my beloved Cookie Boys. Burned them. Decided that I had cooked them for too long so I attempted to make a second, hopefully more scrumptious and slightly less rock-hard batch. Burned them. So on my way to Albertson's to buy the PERFECT COOKIES I phoned up Alli, who invited me to go to her house to bake cookies (she makes amazing cookies btw). By this time I was already at Albertson's, which proved to be fortuitous since I needed to pick up some chocolate chips before going to Alli's house. So after an eventful trip to Albertson's (didn't know where to look for chocolate chips... baking aisle... duh!), I got my Cookie Boy jerseys and school supplies and headed over to Alli's. Alli equals a LIFESAVER. She definitely baked all FIVE batches of cookies herself while I got my stuff ready for school tomorrow. Good friend? THE BEST. Not to say that the ability to bake well is an indicator for how good a friendship is... it just helps. Kidding. But I really am forever indebted to her. Especially since I will have cookies at my disposal for the rest of the football season and I won't have to burn any more innocent, unsuspecting cookies! (thanks again Alli).

So all in all it was a successful day. Tomorrow will be amazing. I will be exhausted, but it will still be amazing.

Survival of the Fittest

I am proud to announce that it is the first of September. Do you know what that means? AUGUST IS OVER! Ordinarily that would make me pretty sad... August is the last month of summer. 31 days of pure, unrelenting freedom. Except for me it was somewhat the opposite. The first couple of weeks would have been perfect, had I not been dreading the last two weeks. Unfortunately, I found myself counting the days until cheer practice, Link Crew, and work all started up (which conveniently enough was in the same week and a half).

In that time I was busy learning and mastering (sort of) cheers and band dances for the cheer check that determined my fate as a varsity cheerleader. Had I not passed I would not be prepping myself for my first football game of the season- I would be prepping myself for the humiliation of being a senior sitting with all of the underclassmen cheerleaders at the first football game of the season. I also had to pass my work test for CPK (which I did, thank you very much). I also had to quit my other job (R.I.P. job at Diedrich's). I also had to go through Link Crew training (second year in a row) and Freshman orientation. I also began my writing class at IVC (which I love by the way). My mother's birthday was this past week as well. It was an incredibly busy month, but I am so looking forward to this coming month.

Especially since my time share starts today :)
And the stake dance is tomorrow
And I'm going shopping at some point this week
And I have a really good class schedule
And I am in a blissful state of Like (not Love, just Like)

I hope you all have that many things to look forward to this month. If not, find some. It'll make you happy.

Two-fer

I know what you're thinking- two posts in one day, you're psycho! Except in reality my first blog was written yesterday but it had been written in my other blog. I had no idea that I had two blogs, but when I discovered that I did I decided to merge the two, and here it is. So yes, it appears that I have written two blogs today, but I really haven't.

As I sit here, sipping milk and basking in the majestic glory that is my large slice of chocolate Costco cake, it has occurred to me how materialistic people are. I already was aware of this severe human flaw, of course, but it became more apparent to me as soon as I saw this amazing cake. Walking into my kitchen I had no expectations for the night-I planned to eat leftovers, practice cheers, and maybe go to the jacuzzi. Then my eye met with the large plastic platter containing none other than the most incredible seven pound chocolate chocolate chocolate-shavings cake I have ever seen. My mind was suddenly swimming with glee and my mouth was watering like that of a person stranded in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by water yet unable to drink it. I obsessed over the cake for a good five minutes (partly as a means of messing around with my brother's friends) before I pushed it out of my mind and ate pasta. By the time I was finished my mind had drifted back to that darn cake and I knew that I was going to have to eat some of it. I took a conservative slice (unlike my brother and his friends) and poured myself a small glass of milk to keep the cake company on its journey.

The fact that I was so consumed with the idea of having something proves that materialism is very evident in our everyday lives. I just felt the need to share my experience... partially because my assignment for my writing class is to describe an experience and I decided to do a mock run before I get serious about it.

This cake is fantastic.

Are things ending... or just beginning?

Registration. Registration for senior year. My senior year- I can't even believe it. It feels like just yesterday I was registering as a wee, 5'2" freshman. Going through the motions without really understanding what was going on. I did what I was told and didn't ask questions (except when I had trouble opening my locker or when I couldn't find the next step in the registration process). Each year registration seemed to be worse and worse. Sophomore and Junior registrations were a blur because I was so absorbed in the mentality that I was going to die due to excessive amounts of homework and annoying drama. I am proud to report that I am alive and well despite both unhappy occurences-and yes, there was a bit of both.

Today was almost magical. True, I had to wake up way earlier than I've grown accustomed to over the summer to wait in a series of less-than-exciting lines, but it felt better today than it has any other year. The PTA parents were nicer and more understanding than they've ever been, I took a pretty decent I.D. picture, and I got a really great, easy to manage schedule. Not only that, but it was super easy to drop the classes that I don't need to take, I only have three books, AND I got Roberts for Poli. Sci. and Econ. That, to me, spells out magic. I was desperately dreading the idea of getting submerged in another year of Hanley's wrath.

Another amazing thing? Everyone seemed so much more in tune with one another today. Cliqués and stereotypes didn't feel like an issue... everyone talked to everyone and seemed happy to. And there weren't any awkward "Hey! How has your summer been??? I can't believe we're going to be [insert grade level here]s! We totally need to hang out before school starts!" conversations. Alli and I were talking before registration about how awful and fake those converstaions are, and I was pleasantly suprised to see that they didn't show their evil faces at this year's registration.

Registration is a bitter-sweet thing. It's a reminder that summer is winding down and school is coming on stronger than a hurricane in Florida (or an earthquake in California... I don't want to discriminate against any state in particular). No one likes going to registration for that reason but sometimes it's necessary to pull everyone back from the glorious two and a half month haze we call summer. Don't get me wrong, I love summer. I just know that we all fall into our comfort zones and if we didn't have to deal with things like registration and school we would never leave the places that make us feel safe and comfortable. It's kind of an empowering thing if you think about it. So yes, it signifies the end of summer, but it also encompasses the beginning of a new year with new teachers, classes, friends, clubs, sports, tragedies, and blessings.

I need to reiterate how happy this day has made me. I feel like our senior class is going to be strong and united. This year is going to be fantastic. You just wait.