w00t!

Yeah Baby! I'm a senior!!!!!!!!!!!

Woot! Woot! Woot!

I Hate Season Finales...

The idea that making the audience angry with you by leaving you with a cliffhanger is a dumb one. Especially this year. So far I have watched How I Met Your Mother (majorly angry about that one) and House (cried like a little baby at that one) and have had the NCIS one ruined for me, but haven't watched it yet (gee thanks a lot.)

How am I supposed to survive a summer without knowing what happens?

Feelings About Exams....

P.S. That song that he is singing (Coin Hay is the guy. Overkill is the song) is pretty good. It's actually my MySpace song.

Fin de Semana con Tres Dias!!!

(Weekend with three days, for you non-Spanish speakers)


My weekend thus far has been pretty great.

Saturday, I went to work and ended up putting in about 9 hours. I got there at around 11:15 and didn't end up leaving until 8. It was still a pretty great day and I made a lot in tips. I discovered how much I absolutely loathe making cappuccino. It's a real pain in the gluteal region. Different kind of milk, specific amount to be measured out, and a real pain all around. I love to make smoothies. They still haven't got to the point where they're boring. I do, however, hate making Pina Colada smoothies. The mix, and I tell you no lie, smells strangely of....err....excreted renal fluid. AUGH!! Ew! Ew! Ew! And, unfortunately, it's one of the more popular ones. Along with the Peach and Strawberry-Banana-Peach (my personal favorite).

Today was kind of sad. My last day teaching my class. Some of the kids hadn't heard about my transfer and the reactions were mixed. My "favorite" students gasped and looked like they were going to cry. The kids who I feel like slapping every once in a while stifled a cheer of glee.I have a few students who love me (Jennifer and Hannah) who are moving up to the next class with me.

Also, Alison was back from her vacation. This was great, because she's been gone for 2 weeks, and really, who do I have to beat up on when she's gone? JK-ing. (Don't ask)

Tomorrow, the youth group is taking their annual trip to Cedar Point. My first time ever going was last year and it was a blast and this year should be no different. My "group" that I'm going around with this year is Rachol, Alison, and Dawn. We're currently in the process of begging Sis.R to let Alison ride some of the big coasters, because currently she is afraid that she is going o fall out on a big flip or something. I assured her that I would make Alison hang on tight and that I always double-check the lap-bar because of the unfortunate incident that befell Dad and Bro. Ross when they were teenagers and rode the Magnum. (If either care to share this story, they can in the comments) She said "she'd see".

Oh yeah, another note from tonight- SIS.JEWEL WAS AT MY CHURCH TONIGHT!!! WOOOOOOHOOOO!!!!

Well, currently there is a group of people at my house chilling, so I should probably go and be social. It's not all that likely...but it's possible.

Maria Chapman....

For those of you who have not heard the horrible news, Steven Curtis Chapman's youngest daughter, Maria, who was 5 years old, passed away yesterday. She was hit by a 4-wheeler and after being lifeflighted to Vanderbilt Hospital, died from her injuries.

I got the news from an email I received from Carolyn. It is so incredibly sad.

The following video is from the memorial blog that the Chapman family put up. It's of Maria singing with her dad just a few months ago.

And sometimes....

You're just the unlucky sucker who gets the 2-ton weight tied around their neck and is tossed head first into the shark-infested Atlantic.

I lied.

I can't swim.

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Working Capitalism

I love my job. It's amazing. I get to work with my addiction for a living. I find no problem with that. The only real problem is that it can be very, very, very slow. I was at work for 2 hours before anyone ordered anything. Also, I've come home the past 2 days exhausted. I'm really hoping that that will get better.

I haven't done anything other than school and work of substance for the past couple of days, so here are some funny things I overheard today.

(referring to the stupid grammar worksheets we have to do)
Eric: There aren't many stuff that we'll use grammar for!
(the sad part is, he was dead serious)

(On a t-shirt)
Abortion is MEAN!

Job, Phone, and Coasters

I start work at Java Hut tomorrow. I'm being trained this week. This job has very few cons. I get holidays off and Sundays. Possibly eventually Wednesday. Which will be great. I think actually that the only downside to this job is possibly not getting to go to camp and this would have been my last year at camp because next summer I could be in a third-world country (I hope). We'll have to see what happens. I'm definitely looking forward to having my own money for a change.

I got a new phone today, although it's temporary. I get a phone in August, when my contract expires, but because I start work tomorrow, I need a phone to get in contact with people. So Dad's extra Blackberry is in my possession. I less than three it so much more than my beloved (but crushed) Motorola Q. I am such a nerd.

I turned in my money for Cedar Point tonight, too. Next Monday it's going to be all about the coasters. Woohoo! Except for the fact that somebody (*ahem* Mistie *ahem*) may be abandoning me. Meanie. One of the girls from school that has recently started coming to church (Jennie) is going to CP with us, so it will still be fun.

A Good Day

Despite the earlier whiny post, today hasn't been all that bad. Actually it's been pretty good.

I got my permit today, then went out and practiced driving with Dad for a little while.

When I got home, the people from Java Hut called and I start training next week. I got the job!

Then, as if those two things weren't great enough, I got my acceptance letter from Kenyon to take KAP English next year.

At about 3:30, I'm going to go baby-sit Dawn's kids with Ratchol.

All I have do to now is finish cleaning up my room.

I Can Swim

After I jumped off the diving board at camp, I hit the water and swam to the top. It was so fun that I wanted to do it over and over again. The problem is that the dives didn't always turn out that way.

About 2 years ago, when I was at my camp, the girls were able to go on a night swim. It's not complicated, really. We just went swimming. At night. It was a blast. On this particular night, I was in line to jump off the high dive for about the tenth time, probably. I got to the top and walked to the end like I had so many times before, with the mission of doing a twist, my favorite trick, so that my friends could see how cool and awesomized I was. I walked too fast, and the board was very slippery from all of the people who had went on before me. I fell off of the diving board, and before I had a chance to take a breath, I hit the water, and for the first time, I hit the bottom of the pool.

At first I thought that was awesome, because I had been trying so hard to dive all the way to the bottom. Then reality caught up with me. I was 12 feet down, with no air, and panicked. Making this realization was probably the worst thing that I could have done because when I did, I gasped. Underwater. Good job, Muffin. So now I was probably 8 feet under, all tangled up, with water in my mouth (which tasted disgusting, by the way), and no air. I started getting dizzy and I felt like my lungs were going to explode. Just then, I hit the surface. I was gasping for air and coughing up water. I was really dizzy and my head hurt. I seriously thought I was going to die while I was under. But I didn't.

This whole thing that's been going on over the past few months is the same way. Sometimes, you take a big risk and don't get the great results that you want. Things don't always turn out the way you want them to. But, even when they don't, you'll still live. You may be hurt and frustrated, and you may feel like you won't live through it. But you will.

You can swim.

Things That Make Me Certifiably Geeky

1. I got finished with my "very hard" test over Psychological Disorders in Psych today in about 5 minutes. 
2. I have a song by Journey on my MySpace currently.
3. My dad and I had an in depth discussion about who the best and worst presidents ever were.
4. I spent half of the evening filling out the common application, which a few of my colleges accept.

Among other things. Those just stood out today. And I have had very little motivation to blog lately.

Friend-Family Collision

I have two basic groups of people who are very important in my life. I have my family and I have my friends. Usually they are pretty separate, with the exception of Mistie, who is in both categories, being my cousin and best friend. The groups interact but very rarely do they collide.

It's fun watching the collision.

About a month ago, a good friend of mine met one of my cousins at a youth rally. She saw him and recognized him from camp, but this time was very taken by him. She had never really noticed him before, but something made her notice him this time. She told me and after I laughed hysterically (all in love, of course), I talked to him. He asked about her, and she had added him to her MySpace earlier that day. They ended up instant messaging and since then have talked nearly every day. I got online today to check MySpace and read one of his bulletins and he talked about her. A lot. In the bulletin. It was funny to read that. Later tonight, they were both on messenger and were talking to me. They were both relaying snippets of the conversation to me. So much so, that after a while we just opened up a 3-way chat message. It was quite fun.

For example:

Me: um? taco bell? moldy beef? am i missing something?
Her: idk because i think they poisoned it
Him: yes
Her: yes u are becky lol
Him: lol
Her: it was the 1 am chat lol
Him: just for you
Me: you guys are dorks
Her: i know haha
Him: why thank you
Me: i don't claim the genetic material i share with you
Her: well one of thems related to u so hes prob a um bigger dork lol jk jk
Her: totally kidding haha
Him: idk...her side of the family is pretty out there
Her: yeah kinda scary
Me: and yours isn't?
Her: lol
Him: no, not really
Her: this is entertainment haha
Him: well kinda
Her: forget the drama tv haha
Me: do we go to the same thanksgivings?
Him: i know really...

Which progressed to....

Him: ur mom
Him : hahaha
Me : hey. don't be hatin. i are a collidge stoodint
Him : jkj
Him : jk
Him: lol
Me: lol
Her : your dad lol
Me : your grandma
Her : your shoelace
Him: most likely
Him : eww
Him : haha
Me : that's my aunt, in case you forgot....hahhahaha(inside joke. don't ask. it's a really weird and complex story that isn't worth blogging)
Her : lol
Him : no...im talking about great granda dummy
Me : ooooh
Her: your dead bird on your front porch becky
Him : lol
Him : where did that come from
Him : ?
Me : the dead cat on my lab table at school, (friend's name here)
Her : idk lol
Her : it was inspired by me lol
Him : CATS!!!!
Her : ewe lol
Him : on your FACE!!!
Her: i had to do mine today
Me : don't ask. brain waves between friends merge after 17 years of friendship.
Her : it smells so bad
Me : i know!
Her : lol
Him : eww

And when you thought it couldn't get more immature.....

Her : well i am naming a kid after u lol
Me: beckifer!!!
Him : who?
Her: beckifer lol
Her : becky
Him: lol
Him: haha
Me: lol
Her : dont ask lol
Me: long story
Her : and dont u tell becky lol
Him : you might as well call it DURR FACE
Her : i will hurt u
Her: LOL
Me: didn't we think of that at the zoo?
Her : i think so
Me: no, (cousin's name), that's you
Her: i miss that night it was fun
Him : then that leaves you with monkey poop
Her: haha
Me : i'll take durr face, thanks
Him : ok
Him : sweet
Him : haha
Me : that means you're monkey poop
Him : aww nuts
Me : i'm sorry. monkey FECES
Her : why are we talking about poop?

Coffee and Me

I got a call today from the lady who owns Java Hut here in town. About 2 years ago, Sis.Theresa told her I was looking for a job. I never heard anything and actually forgot about it. I called my mom from school today and she had left a message with all of the details. It's $7 an hour job (minimum) and about $5-10 per shift in tips. Pretty awesome. Plus, I get a 50% discount. Being the coffee addict that I am, this does not bother me in the slightest. I would start in June and start training at the end of this month. It's 24-34 hours per week, which will allow me to save a substantial amount for my missions trip that I want to go on. The job, all in all, is probably one of the greatest high school jobs I could think of having. I don't have to work any Sundays and possibly no Wednesdays, meaning no missing church. It sounds like a pretty sure thing, even though I'm not for sure. I'll keep you posted.

More Corruption of Younglings

They posted the Senior Mentor list yesterday at school and I was on it. So were Rachel, James, and a few of my other friends. Nikki got turned down. She was in mourning for the cool t-shirt she could have had. Not the community service hours or annoying freshmen.

The High Dive

I remember the first time I went off of the high dive.

I was 8 and it was mid-July. I loved to swim and that was probably my favorite part of going to camp every year. We got to swim 2 days during the week. My mom, Aunt Faith, and Aunt Shana were working at camp that year and my mom finally said that I was old enough to go and jump by myself. Of course, being 8 years old, I didn't want to go alone, and tried to convince the lifeguards to let my Aunt Shana jump with me. They wouldn't, but she assured me that she would be on the low dive, right next to me, when I jumped. My mom and Aunt Faith were going to watch from the other side of the pool.

The lines at the camp pool are always ridiculously long and I waited in line for what seemed like hours, although it was probably more like five minutes. I climbed the tall ladder and reached the top of the diving board platform. I felt invincible, looking out over the entire pool. There were railings at the base of the platform, so I wouldn't fall and hurt myself. Nothing could get me there. Slowly and confidently I made my way past the bars. At this point I was getting anxious because the bars were no longer there to protect me. Finally I reached the foot of the board. I was millimeters away from plunging into the cold water below me, and all of the sudden, became very frightened. I stood there, petrified for about a minute, although it seemed much longer. I wanted to turn and go back down the ladder and be safe on the ground again. But I couldn't.

Soon, the line behind me grew restless and the girls started yelling, "Come on, jump, little girl!" And my Aunt Shana was at the edge of the low dive, telling me she would jump with me. Finally, when I couldn't stand it anymore, I looked at my mom and aunt across the pool and at my aunt next to me, and I did it.

I jumped.

Over the past few months, I have been standing by the railing, safe and comfortable, and afraid to go anywhere, fearing that I would fall if I went past the bars. The past couple days, I have inched my way to the foot of the board, wishing that I could turn back and not risk anything. Tonight, I did it. I looked down into the water, terrified, closed my eyes, and I jumped.

I Have No Witty Title

I'm taking a brief, 5 minute break from my Cryptanalysis project for math to catch up on what's been going on the past few days, which is a lot. I'm timing myself to make sure that I sorta kinda stay on task, so I'm not sure that I'll get everything in.

Yesterday we received our finalized scores for National Spanish Exam. I ended up getting an Honorable Mention and being only 12 points away from being a medalist. Because of this, I have decided that I am definitely taking AP Spanish next year, which I was wavering on my decision a little bit.

I also had a video conference with Ted Strickland yesterday. Well, not me personally, but my school was one of 8 selected and I received an invitation to go and be in the conference. I must admit I wasn't all that impressed with him. He doesn't really stay on topic when people ask him questions. But oh well.

I start my final project for Anatomy and Physiology today, which is the dissection of the cat. I don't like cats, so it's not a really big moral issue for me, but still, seeing them in the bags of formaldahyde yesterday was kind of sad. Apparently, we have to name the cat. Our group is naming our cat "Shop". Dad should understand that and will find it funny.

That was 6 minutes. Oh well. Sue me.

I'z a famous Muffin....

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Nonsense to brighten a loooong day

I Made It

I successfully graduated from the Mentorship program. Thank God.

Corrupting Youth and Less Than Threeing My Friends

I am bumming hard about my dumb Mentorship for Leadership banquet and presentation tomorrow. This probably has something to do with the fact that I have VERY little done on the presentation. Also, that Carolyn wanted me to go over and play Guitar Hero tomorrow night. Boo! I less than three Guitar Hero. I also less than three Carolyn for her possession of Guitar Hero. We must do our gaming a different night.

Also, I have come to realize how geeky my friends are, and how much I don't care. How many other people have friends who will send them Pokemon via Facebook? Not many. Exactly. One of my friends, Luke, sent me a Caterpie on Facebook. Only I would know what a Caterpie is (I was obsessed in third grade). Don't judge me. My friends are awesome, despite the geekiness.

I had orientation for Teacher Academy. Pretty much blah blah blah, confidentiality about students, blah blah blah, dress code, blah blah, something about a farm, yada yada yada. I was just so overjoyed to see all of the prissy annoying girls want to be teachers, too. This should be fun. At least Rachel will be there to mock them with me. We requested our first assignments today, the ones for Early Childhood. I requested kindergarten or first grade at my old elementary school, which would be a blast. Over the course of next year, I will do that, a Middle Childhood Ed, and Special Ed placement. I'm going to request eighth grade social studies, preferably with my VERY favorite teacher of all time, Mr. Cook, who was amazing. I was definitely the favorite in that class, and if I am not able to teach kindergarten, social studies would be my second choice. I am such a history buff. I have to admit I'm not looking forward to my Special Ed rotation. It's not something I'm particularly interested in, and I don't know that I have the patience for it. I also think that it would be a very sad thing to do. But we'll see. 

Anatomy and Physiology has been interesting today, and tomorrow it won't be much better. I have never seen a group of Juniors and Seniors regress to second grade so fast as they did today in that class. We were discussing the basic....umm....things that make life continue to exist. The class was incredibly giggly and it was all that I could do to keep from absolutely losing it. Tomorrow is going to be MUCH more embarrassing, for reasons that would cause this blog to no longer be rated G if I posted them. You get the picture. Let's just say studying is a very hard thing to do when you giggle every time you get the diagram. It's not good, people. And people wonder why I decided NOT to go to Med School?

The Bucket List

I just finished watching The Bucket List, which was an absolutely amazing movie. The ending made me cry like a little girl and was not what I expected at all. I've heard about the movie at school and everyone said it was good, but I don't exactly trust the kids at school because some of the movies they pick are really lame, like Drillbit Taylor, which I didn't even finish because I felt myself getting stupider as I watched it. 

Anyway, The Bucket List has Jack Nicholson, Morgan Freeman, and Sean Hayes, who, in my opinion, are some of the greatest actors ever. Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman are both in the hospital with terminal cancer and Freeman is making a "Bucket List", or a list of things to do before he "kicks the bucket". Nicholson takes the list, thinks it's lame, and edits it, and the two of them set out to do everything on the list.

I don't know if it's out on video or DVD yet, because I am a bad person and utilize 66Stage.com, which is where I found it. But if or when it is, it is a great movie, which will probably make you cry unless you are a heartless jerk with no soul. 

Darth Hilary

Bahahahahaha.......

HT: Chantell

You. Go.

So, for a long time, about 3 years to be exact, I have been dying to go overseas for missions. I was supposed to go to Eastern Europe (Czech and a few other surrounding countries) but some things fell through and I wasn't able to go. A few months ago, I thought that I had an academic oppurtunity to go to South America for several months, but that also fell through.

Tonight I downloaded an application for an AIM program called Next Steps. The application is on my desktop, almost completely filled out. I am requesting to go to either Peru or the Dominican Republic. I have a pastoral recommendation to hand to Bro. Kramer on Sunday. The money is the only issue I have right now, but I think that if this is God's will that everything will work out.

Please pray for me and that God's will will be done.

Owwww.....That really hurt!

So, for the past month, nobody at school has shut up about this video, and I finally decided to see what it was because the last thing with "Charlie" in the title was so dumb, but soooo funny (Part 1 was funny, the sequal= fail). Anyway. This is kind of cute. Enjoy.