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. ♥