Dear Readers,

Here's a short video introducing you to the new and improved Blog-o-torium.....

(hint: turn up your volume. I'm sick, very sick, so I talk very quiet....it's a first for me...)


And here are some stills of what you just saw...


The computer...

The Official Hand-Me-Down Dating Mug, compliments of Aunt Faith after me and Mr.X broke up...
The jubilee o' pens....and hot sticks...
The high and holy Lexmark printer....
The entire bookshelf.....

So that's where the action happens, folks....I know your day has been semi-enriched by this little documentary....or not.

How Ironic....

My friend, Nicole, is the target of my circle of friends' envy vibes today. She gets to chill with Obama today. So jealous. She's volunteering at a political rally at OSU today and said that if he shakes her hand, she may never wash it.

This is quite ironic because today I came across two posts on blogs that I read about Obama, too.

Twilight zone-ish.

Anyway, my voter registration is on my computer at the moment, and although I can't vote in the primary, I will be sending in my registration within the next couple weeks and I did list a party. I registered as a Democrat.

Yes, I can hear the screams of horror from here. Ouch.

Sorry, but McCain scares me.

Also, my former favorite place, Sips, has been defiled for me. Hilary was there today. *shudder*

I love sleepovers....

I don't have school today, so last night, my friend Nikki had me, Rachel, Erica, and Liz over for a sleepover. Just juniors. It was awesome.

Let me preface this by saying that I have no idea why they call these things sleepovers. Nobody sleeps. And if you do sleep, you get called a pansy. Ask Rachel. More on that later. Anyway, it's like wakes. The dead person isn't going to wake up. The English language is so dumb.

After church last night, I went to Nikki's house at about 8:30. Everyone was congregated in the kitchen, sitting on the floor, eating pizza and drinking Mountain Dew. We have the most random conversations on earth. And it's hard to eat pizza with a 6-month-old puppy who wants you to share everything with her. But she was cute and fuzzy, so we put up with her.

After about an hour of sitting on a kitchen floor, one tends to get bored. So we moved on to the highlight of my evening. I have become a Guitar Hero III addict. Not a good one, but an addict nonetheless. And on some of the songs, I dominated. The game is ridiculously absorbing. We beat the game on Easy, then attempted to play Medium and all of us but Nikki and Erica got our butts handed to us. We looked at the clock after this miserable failure and it was 2 AM. We spent FIVE hours on Guitar Hero without knowing it. That's insane, people!

My friends decided to have fun, that I did not partake in, and to protect their alibis, I will not give the details here. Let's just say that Nikki's mother is missing 17 eggs from the fridge, and my friends disappeared for about 20 minutes. They also burned their plans. They're so thorough. Good for them. May I reiterate that I did not partake in this act of vandalism? My mom told me to use good judgment, and for once I listened to her. I was supposedly lookout, if you count sitting in a recliner and taking a 15-minute power nap looking out.

When they got back, had a brief scare that half of their team took a little longer than expected, went out to look for them, only to find that they were getting ready to enter the house and just missed them, we once again congregated in the kitchen, ate delicious brownies, and planned what to do next. Nikki talked us into watching a home movie of her 3rd birthday party. Oh the fashions of the early 90's. They were definitely interesting. After this we decided that Hollywood probably had more interesting material than Nikki hitting the poor Puff The Magic Dragon pinata over and over. So we busted out 10 Things I Hate About You.

At this point it was 4 AM. We rolled out sleeping bags, I claimed the couch, Rachel claimed the recliner, and Nikki claimed the remote and we settled in to watch Heath and had our deepest conversation of the evening, which was whether we liked Heath better in Knight's Tale or in 10 Things. We decided he had better hair in Knight's Tale, but flashes the pearly whites more in 10 Things. This made it a draw. Rachel fell asleep right after the movie started, and when she woke up this morning complained about how late she stayed up and how tired she was. We called her a pansy because she didn't even make it through the movie. And told her to quit her whining.

So, in the wee hours of the morning, about 5:45, we ended up sleeping. And then waking up at 12:30. It was awesome.

May I also credit the fine people at the Jones Soda Company for their fine concoction of Berry Lemonade, which is about 50% carbonated water and inverted cane sugar. You won't be able to sleep after you drink it. And it's quite delicious, too.

Things I'm Actually Semi-Legal For.....

The NHS here is doing their annual blood drive this week and next week. Usually they do it later, but for some reason, this year the shortage of blood is greater or something and they moved it to February. I am terrified of the idea of someone sticking a huge needle in my arm but will probably end up doing it anyway, because for once, as long as I have parental consent, I can donate because I'm 17. According to the cheaply made commercial that our school did (seriously, it involved an oversized paper tooth and "Buddy Blood Drop" fainting. It was, in Alison's words, cornier than corn.), this makes Buddy Blood Drop happy. And not faint.

*rolls eyes*

Good for me for being a good citizen.

Ok. last one, I promise....

The research paper, psych proposal, and review worksheet are all done!! Woohoo!! Lookie there!!

P.S.
Ever since she and her brothers and sister first laughed their butt off at me getting pounded in the face when I was uploading the video onto YouTube, Tonya has been deciding (as has Ali) who she loves and who she thinks is the big meanie of the story. (Hey, she's 4. ) So, tonight while in the presence of Garrett, she claimed that she loved him more. He did, however bribe her with candy, and also, after he went home she came up and gave me a hug and said she actually loved me more because Garrett was an icky boy with cooties. She's a smart kid.

Yay!

Someone ELSE I know is getting married! Yay Alycia!! Woot! Woot! Woot!

Suh-weet!

I just got home about half an hour ago from chick flicks and ice cream. It rocked.

Mistie ordered a pizza from Stone Oven, a large pizza. I am proud to announce that we finished it. By ourselves. Does this make us pigs? No. It makes us accomplished, thankyouverymuch.

Oh, and what kind of pizza? Mistie is slightly lactose intolerant, so she asked them to please go easy on the cheese. We had a sauce pizza. With a few cheese polka dots. We enjoyed it anyway.

We also downed a 2-liter of Mountain Dew.

I only did half of my Ben and Jerry's Twisted Half-Baked ice cream. The rest is in Mistie's freezer where I forgot about it because we were laughing too hard over My Big Fat Greek Wedding and Sweet Home Alabama.

Carolyn kept me updated on some of the high points of the banquet. Such as Garrett running into a beam in the annex loft while blindfolded. This also caused Mistie and I great fits of laughter. It was awesomized.

Me quieras o me muerto!

So, the title, that's what Nikki wrote on my hand in pink pen today. Why? You just don't ask when it's Nikki. Only she put it in very bad grammar. She wrote, "Quiero mi o mi muerto!". And everyone knows that makes NO sense.

Also, my list for today is reasons that I love my lunch table-

1. Where else do the tables resound with the sounds of Weird Al and Tom Lehrer? All the time. Everyday. It's amazing.


2. They consider me a rock god because I can do the entire Numa Numa dance from memory.


3. The Daily Tribute, a comic that AC publishes every day that never ceases to be wrought with geek humor.


4. Our mutual love of Achmed.


5. Mine and Emily's daily rendition of the Eagle Song. Which rocks.


6. Our slightly communistic traits, but not in the scary way. Every day, Emily divides her cheesy poofs between me and Sam because she hates them. Sam divides his cookies between me and Ian. I provide ranch dressing and apple sauce for Amber and Emily's various concoctions. AC frequently bums at least a dollar from Brian 1, Brian 2, or Sam.


7. The table typically seats 4, but there are about 10 of us there.


8. We're all geeks and we are so incredibly proud of it.

I felt like that statement just had to be made. I love my lunch table. I look forward to lunch everyday.

And, closing with Nikki as well, she got the most romantic Valentine's note/essay from her non-boyfriend yesterday. She cried. I nearly cried reading it. It was beautiful. I told her I hated her for it, in a completely loving, friendly way. She's glad that I hate her in a completely loving and friendly way.

And now I must go clean my room so I can go to Mistie's, eat ice cream, and watch chick flicks. Which will be much more fun than the banquet I am missing tonight. MUCH more.

Why I Rock.

This my friends, is a very blurry screenshot. What you cannot see is that I am schooling Carolyn in Scrabulous on Facebook. Yes, people, I just laid down the word "Queued" for 48 points. Go me.

WTM Special Report

Famed hamster, Diego, AKA "The Nasty Hamster", was found unconscious in his cage Wednesday night. Due to great amounts of rain in his native Ohio area, a funeral and burial was put on hold until conditions improved. Friends and family of the hamster, including his loving care taker, Michael, were alerted of Diego's mortality and were deeply saddened at his passing, although he was mean, nasty, and anti-social. On Thursday night, Diego was being prepared for burial when Michael's mother noticed that rigor-mortis had not set in, and the hamster had not assumed room temperature. No palpable pulse was found, and a stethoscope was retrieved to do tests on the rodent. Examiners observed a slight movement in the whiskers and then in the nose. Within about 5 minutes, the hamster was moving his feet and head, and enjoying a light meal of Cheerio's and Hamster Yogurt Treats. Onlookers were amazed. Diego was detained for observation at First Parental Dormitorium Roomus, and experts concluded that he was, in fact, not dead, but rather had just been hibernating.

A similar case was reported last winter, when Diego's brother, Baby Jaguar, was found unconscious in his cage after a cold night. He nearly froze to death and though he had been a very mean and vicious hamster prior to his near-death-experience, he became very humane and loving after his treatment. Experts supposed that the similar experience would tame Diego, and for about 24 hours he seemed to be recovered. However, after being released, it has been revealed that Diego is just as mean and nasty as before.

While I'm having my pity party....

I had a great post that one of the girls from my "other church" (read as:Delaware, since we preach there, oh, I don't know, ALL THE TIME) did. But alas, her MySpace is set to private. So, you all can't read the blog. Which is crappy for you since it really was awesome.

Also, just so you know, I'm going to pout via blog for the next week (or maybe just a couple of days), most likely.

Deal with it.

I went shopping....

I got the pretty red dress, except for that they didnt have it in red. So, instead, it is the pretty black and white dress!

You will have to wait until I wear the dress on the 15th to see pictures.

Also, Alison had never been to Carolyn and I's favorite store. So we took her to visit our friend, David.

My glasses are extordinarily crooked. I haven't the slightest why. But we look amazing, anyway. I assured Alison that she is forbidden to get married before me.

♥ We are the most awesome people that I know. ♥

I'm going shopping....

Woot!


But if any of you are bored today, try IM'ing Tom on MyspaceIM. It's actually quite funny. Details later. I want someone to try it first.

P.S. The Groundhog has spoken. Boo to you, Punxsutawney Phil!

My Musings Over Coffee

So, I'm having one of those weeks that has kept me in perpetually deep thought for the most part. Deep thought over nothing. And everything. Some are fickle, that people roll their eyes and say "Oh, she's a teenager and will grow out of it." and some of them are huge decisions that will affect me forever.

I found out about a week ago that I had failed the second quarter of Algebra 2. I was given two choices. I could either continue Algebra 2 in a different class, which we would have to ask the principal to do, or I could move to Bridges, and retake Algebra next year, and still get a math credit for the year. No, this is not as easy a decision as it sounds. I did end up moving down to Bridges, but the whole thing was an extreme pain in the buttocks. I still don't like the idea of me wasting a whole semester.

While we're on the subject of things wrong with school, did I mention I got a D on the Anatomy Exam?

I did however, end up getting a B- on my KAP History exam. Snaps for this great blessing from the Lord most high.

I also found out that I can be starting college next year. I can do post-secondary and have a year of college done when I graduate. This actually was a no-brainer. I am so doing that.

So, because of that, I signed up for the ACT last night. In April. That scares the poo out of me. (P.S. That may have been my proudest moment as a blogger EVER).

Also, Friday, I found out that Brittany, one of my friends from quizzing, is getting married August 16. When did this happen? My friends that I used to play war games with in the lobbies of churches for bible quizzing aren't supposed to be getting married! Me and Brittany used to write letters back and forth about 9YG! When did my friends turn into grown-ups?

And then, as with all my pondering, we have the guy scene. This is just too messed up to even comprehend. I wish that I didn't like anyone at the second. Because it's a pain in the butt. And I always like the ones I can't have. Which is why I will probably be going solo to the V-day Banquet. All though people are telling me to ask one person in particular. Who would say no. And would make life extremely awkward and painful. So what else is new?

So, I'm running out of time. Bus will be here soon and my brain is still in overdrive. Possibly more later. But who knows?

Praise Our God

I'm now chilling, with 44 minutes left in the exam period, goofing off in the computer lab after my VB exam.

So, Spanish took a whole half hour and VB took about 15 minutes. This my friends, is a good thing.

My mom is coming at 11 to meet with my guidance counselor about my schedule for next semester, which as I mentioned before, may result in a new algebra teacher for me. This is also a good thing.

There really isn't anything to report about the exams today other than their easiness, and a game of tetris is calling my name.

No witty title?

Nope. And I find that sad. Let's have a moment of silence for the witty title that never reached full potential.


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And now we're good. Soooo, anyway, exams yesterday about gave me a coronary. Comparative Religion was so easy I could have done it in my sleep ( I am really going to miss that class) and English was okay, I guess. So, why in between the two exams was I bawling and having a breakdown? Because I realized I had forgotten my graphics calculator at home. And had an Algebra exam the last exam period. So I went to the office, asked to use the phone, and started to wail, which sounded something like this-

"MommyimgonnaFAILifidonthaveacalculator!!ImsoSTUPIDicantbelieveiF ORGOTmycalculator!"

It was just the incomprehensible. Nice.

On today's menu, Human Physiology, a break, and then KAP. Yay for a break!

Slacker Days

So, today is the first day of exams. Usually, I care incredibly and follow all of the teenage girl stereotypes of-

"O! M! G! I, like, TOTALLY hate my hair!"

and Saturday when I slipped on the ice, I even used the one phrase that I hate-

"You're so dead! You made me break a nail!"

I'm such a girl. I hate pink and ruffles, but I definitely have my girly streak.

Anyway, I'm absolutely slacking on that today. I woke up, so tired, despite going to bed an hour early, and just said "Forget it. It's exams. I don't care."

I mean seriously, I don't have anyone to impress. (Because we all know that The Muffin doesn't like anyone *wink* *nudge* Her muffiny powers are too great to fall into that trap.*resolves to go and repent for her lying ways on the world wide web*) So, today, I threw on the first, ok, second, things I saw. Which currently includes a very comfy flowy black skirt, a denim jacket, a white tank, and green flip-flops (thank you global warming!)

So, be in prayer for me today. The first two tests (Comparative Religion and English) ought to be ok, but Algebra...umm...PRAY SAINTS! PRAY!!

Just In Case....

Hear ye, hear ye, listen to the voice of experience!

If you feel like hurling at anytime during a given day- let's use a Cantata, just for kicks, DO NOT CONTINUE TO SAID EVENT!

If however, you MUST go, should you have to excuse yourself directly before your part for such reasons as, say, that slight rising feeling in your throat making you feel like oh-my-meatballs-I'm-gonna-spew, in said event, do not continue on to said part.

If you have still not got the picture, you should exit quickly out the side door from the church platform at a strategic break in the song in said part. This will prevent you from spewing on the pretty Memorial Poinsettias in the front of the church. I doubt that those commemorating lost loved ones would appreciate such defamation.

After you exit, it is likely that several people will follow you, and then your cousin will take you home.

Anyway....that was my eventful evening. I think the church has the online video of the Cantata up. I am not strategically exiting. This was not planned. I was going to be sick. Oh happy day.

Kabloosh!

That is what my ear is saying right now, as it explodes. Owie, owie, owie. Serious sinus issues. I hate them. I could not sleep last night for the screaming pain in my ear. I repeat. Owie. Owie. OWWWWWIE!!!

Which is why I am taking a wonderful sudafed, and I already took some Ibuprofen, and am going to bed.

As for those of you wondering about the picture at left, that is my buddy, Elisha. He loves me, however, does not love having his picture taken. It took mom about 20 tries to get him to not be covering his eyes in the picture. But anyway, I love him to pieces. Even when he crawls through the seats in the middle of a Christmas program and makes me drop Aunt Sandy's camera (shhhhh...don't tell her! No harm was done!)

Christmas Radio

I've been working on my English essay all morning (I FINISHED IT!) and listening to Christmas music. So here's a break down of a few Christmas songs that I just really don't get.

"Do They Know It's Christmas?"- Ok. A band called Band-Aid did this song. It's really stupid and rather illogical, honestly. They're talking about how there will be no snow in Africa this Christmas and Do they know it's Christmas at all? Actually, no, they probably don't because a majority of Africa is Muslim and if there WERE snow in Africa, they would probably flip out.

"Christmas Shoes"- De. Press. Ing. Ugh. This little boy is buying shoes for his mom who is dying. Ruins the Christmas mood. However, if you need to watch a great movie that will make you bawl like a baby, watch the movie version of it. Really great movie, with Kimberly Willaims-Paisley and Rob Lowe in it. I watched it this week. Cried like a baby.

"Santa Baby"- If you aren't Eartha Kitt, please don't remake this song. I really hate remakes in general, but there really aren't many who can pull this song off without making it sound really..err...yeah, we won't go there.