First of all, my birthday happens to be on November 15th. Even though I'm going to be pretty old (17 is really getting on up there) I still am just as excited over my birthday as a little kid (I mean who doesn't enjoy having a day where everyone is incredibly nice to them, gives them presents, and cooks amazing food for them?). I am really really excited, and I think it's gonna be AWESOME (not to mention I'll only be one year away from being a legal adult. How scary is that?!).
Second of all, college basketball season finally starts! Okay okay I know you're thinking I'm an obssessed fan (if you haven't yet figured out which college team I'm a fan of after reading all my many posts about them and seeing my profile picture then you probably need medical assistance) but I just can't help being excited. Especially seeing as how they've got really top players this year and a new coach. Plus I'm hoping to prove my extremely negative brother (who happens to be a *gasp* UNC fan) wrong. He claims they're going to be just as terrible as they were in previous years (okay okay yes they were terrible just recently) while I'm hoping he's going to get a big dose of reality and realize that UK's losing days are over. (At least they'd better be or I'm suing somebody after all this hype over their season.) So yeah this season should be very interesting. ;)
Last (but most definitely not least) the second Twilight movie (New Moon) comes out!!! It's coming out only five days after my birthday, so I'm going to go with a friend or friends to see it as kind of a birthday thing. I am going to be so hyper and so excited that you probably wouldn't recognize me if you saw me at the theater. (I normally don't go nuts over movies.) But hey, if you can't go nuts occasionally what's the point of life? I also thought I'd post the newest trailer (just because I can't help myself and because it looks freaking amazing.) So yep here it is. Less than a month to go (thank goodness!). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bs79_5n848Q
That's it for now. ;)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
ACT
Yesterday I woke up scared. I mean quaking in your boots (not that I was wearing boots when I woke up, but that's beside the point...), feeling like you're about to puke and faint at the same time, wanting to pack up and move to Pluto kind of scared. What in the world (you might be asking) could induce me to such a level of panic?....*drumroll*.....a multiple choice test that the whole world seems to think is an indicator of how smart you are and if you're going to be successful in life. So yes seeing as how I really really want a scholarship where you have to make at least a 30 on this so-called test, I was pretty dang nervous. Not to mention I had to walk into a big, scary public school where I didn't know a soul. That almost scared me more than the test....To top it all off I had to get up at 6:15 (earlier than I get up for school days) on a Saturday morning. If I hadn't been so scared I would have been pretty darn ticked....
Fortunately for me, as soon as I got in the school I calmed out. Wow. Hannah being calm. There's an oxymoron for you....Anyways, as I sat there at my desk (yes sitting at such a desk is perfectly alien to me), waiting an interminably long time for the dang test to start (I think they purposely take forever to start just to scare the rest of you that hasn't been scared yet) trying to tell myself that if I botched up it didn't mean I was a horrible loser who'd never get anywhere in life. When the test finally began, I was so relaxed I wondered if an alien had taken over my body. The first test was English (of course they give you the easiest test first when they should be giving you the hardest test since your brain is the freshest when you're first beginning the test) which was not that hard at all. I thought "Hey, this isn't so bad so far." Then the math test arrived. After looking at the first few problems, my familar panic returned. My mouth went dry, my heart started hammering, and I had a bad feeling that I had no idea whether Meredith would get a better deal with Smoky Mountain bike rental or Pine Mountain bike rental (or whatever the heck the problem was talking about). Let's just say, thanks to the math test I'm not sure whether I'll be getting that 30.....But hey, maybe I did better than I thought....
The reading test was harder than the English, but I think I did pretty decent on it. The science test was really hard, and I think it's thoroughly unfair that they save one of the hardest tests for last. At this point in the test taking, your brain is about dead and you just want to throw your pencil down and cry. So during the science test it's very tempting to just guess rather than use what small amount of brain energy you have left. Yes, I think the ACT creators hate high school students....Especially since they make you wait 3-8 weeks for your scores. Did they think we hadn't been tortured enough already so they decided to torture us some more???? *sigh*
When the test finally ended, I was so relieved I almost hugged the teacher. Finally, after all this studying and cramming it was OVER. Now I just have to hope I did well enough so I don't have to take the too-horrible-to-speak-its-name thing again.....
Later ;)
Fortunately for me, as soon as I got in the school I calmed out. Wow. Hannah being calm. There's an oxymoron for you....Anyways, as I sat there at my desk (yes sitting at such a desk is perfectly alien to me), waiting an interminably long time for the dang test to start (I think they purposely take forever to start just to scare the rest of you that hasn't been scared yet) trying to tell myself that if I botched up it didn't mean I was a horrible loser who'd never get anywhere in life. When the test finally began, I was so relaxed I wondered if an alien had taken over my body. The first test was English (of course they give you the easiest test first when they should be giving you the hardest test since your brain is the freshest when you're first beginning the test) which was not that hard at all. I thought "Hey, this isn't so bad so far." Then the math test arrived. After looking at the first few problems, my familar panic returned. My mouth went dry, my heart started hammering, and I had a bad feeling that I had no idea whether Meredith would get a better deal with Smoky Mountain bike rental or Pine Mountain bike rental (or whatever the heck the problem was talking about). Let's just say, thanks to the math test I'm not sure whether I'll be getting that 30.....But hey, maybe I did better than I thought....
The reading test was harder than the English, but I think I did pretty decent on it. The science test was really hard, and I think it's thoroughly unfair that they save one of the hardest tests for last. At this point in the test taking, your brain is about dead and you just want to throw your pencil down and cry. So during the science test it's very tempting to just guess rather than use what small amount of brain energy you have left. Yes, I think the ACT creators hate high school students....Especially since they make you wait 3-8 weeks for your scores. Did they think we hadn't been tortured enough already so they decided to torture us some more???? *sigh*
When the test finally ended, I was so relieved I almost hugged the teacher. Finally, after all this studying and cramming it was OVER. Now I just have to hope I did well enough so I don't have to take the too-horrible-to-speak-its-name thing again.....
Later ;)
Monday, October 19, 2009
BACK
Wow sorry it's been such a long time. I truly have been a blog slacker. Things have just been really crazy lately and I'm still trying to get into the swing of things. Not to mention I'm trying to survive my clutziness which has lately caused me to burn my finger making fish sticks (there is now a huge gash in my finger that shows lots of skin), slice my finger with a knife while cutting bread (I'll spare you the details on that one), and trip over a culvert while taking a walk and almost landing on my face (okay so that one was pretty funny.) Anyways, here's some stuff that has been going on.....
*I started volunteering at the hospital last month, and it's been quite an experience so far. I've only had the chance to do it twice so far (for some reason random things I have to do keep popping up on days I'm supposed to be volunteering) so so far the only things I've done are organize charts, make up little outfits for babies, give patients ice water, make copies (it took me a rather embarrassingly long time to figure out how to use the darn thing) and stand around doing nothing on slow days and feeling like a world class idiot. So basically it's not what you'd call thrilling work, but hey once you get into it it's actually pretty fun. Not to mention it gives me some great experience in that kind of a setting. Plus I get to work in womens' services which means I get to avoid the really sick people. For a paranoid hypochondriac like me, that is always a good thing. (I've already freaked out about MRSA and the flu quite enough and I don't need weekly panic attacks that's for sure...)
*Youth group stuff has been going AWESOMELY (don't even tell me that's not a word cause I say that it is ;) ) and homeschool group classes have been going pretty well too. The only problem with the classes is, that in home ec we are starting crocheting. If you don't know this about me already, me and crocheting (or any kind of sewing for that matter) don't mix. After all, I'm the kind of person who can't even tear out perforated pages without assistance and who can't cut in a straight line (normally). So yeah I'm probably going to flunk out just because of that (and who crochets anymore anyways??). Don't kill me if you like to crochet ;). Anyways, I guess we'll just have to see how it all goes.....The worst that could happen after all is getting kicked out of the class and being told I'm the worst, most idiotic student the teacher has ever laid eyes on. I could probably deal with that.....
Well I would write more ,but I really have to go so I'll catch you up to speed on some other things that have happened later. Over and out.
*I started volunteering at the hospital last month, and it's been quite an experience so far. I've only had the chance to do it twice so far (for some reason random things I have to do keep popping up on days I'm supposed to be volunteering) so so far the only things I've done are organize charts, make up little outfits for babies, give patients ice water, make copies (it took me a rather embarrassingly long time to figure out how to use the darn thing) and stand around doing nothing on slow days and feeling like a world class idiot. So basically it's not what you'd call thrilling work, but hey once you get into it it's actually pretty fun. Not to mention it gives me some great experience in that kind of a setting. Plus I get to work in womens' services which means I get to avoid the really sick people. For a paranoid hypochondriac like me, that is always a good thing. (I've already freaked out about MRSA and the flu quite enough and I don't need weekly panic attacks that's for sure...)
*Youth group stuff has been going AWESOMELY (don't even tell me that's not a word cause I say that it is ;) ) and homeschool group classes have been going pretty well too. The only problem with the classes is, that in home ec we are starting crocheting. If you don't know this about me already, me and crocheting (or any kind of sewing for that matter) don't mix. After all, I'm the kind of person who can't even tear out perforated pages without assistance and who can't cut in a straight line (normally). So yeah I'm probably going to flunk out just because of that (and who crochets anymore anyways??). Don't kill me if you like to crochet ;). Anyways, I guess we'll just have to see how it all goes.....The worst that could happen after all is getting kicked out of the class and being told I'm the worst, most idiotic student the teacher has ever laid eyes on. I could probably deal with that.....
Well I would write more ,but I really have to go so I'll catch you up to speed on some other things that have happened later. Over and out.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
This Week
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but things have been really crazy lately. Here are a few things that have been going on this week...
*School has been insane so far. I think I’ve got velocity-versus-time graphs coming out of my ears, my hand’s about to fall off from over-use, and when I woke up yesterday morning and realized I still had to get through one whole day before the weekend, I almost cried. Don’t get me wrong, I do like a lot of things about school. It’s just the whole getting up early/having wayy too much to do/not being able to study exactly what I want when I want kind of thing. *sigh* At least the weekend has finally arrived. ;)
*Tuesday night I went to a teen book discussion thing at the library which was pretty interesting. I mainly went just to meet some new people and such, seeing as how the book was just not my favorite. Anyways, it was really interesting because one guy I was talking to used to live in the same area that I just moved from. He’s the second person I’ve met so far that’s been from that area, and it’s pretty strange I can tell you that. I mean the area I moved from was one of those areas where nothing momentous happens at all. (No offense to that place at all. I loved living there. It just wasn’t any New York city or something like that....) So I guess it’s a small world after all, or something just plain creepy is going on....
*Wednesday night, my youth group went up to this farm for mentally challenged adults to help out around there for some festival they were about to have. It was a very interesting experience, and I’m really glad that this church focuses on missions on Wednesday nights. I haven’t had a chance to do a lot of stuff like that, so I think it’ll be good for me ;) Then on Thursday, I finally got to start voice lessons back. This year’s going to be a bit different in that regard, because I’m taking lessons at somebody’s house rather than at a college. It went really well, though it was kind of weird that my teacher’s dog was lying in the middle of the room sleeping while I was doing my lesson. I’m not really sure if that’s a compliment to my voice or not, but oh well. hahaha.
*A quick update on my grandma: She still can hardly breathe, and it’s because the blood vessels around her heart are not working properly (because of radiation she had for breast cancer many years ago). So now she’s going on some new medicine to help her blood vessels, and hopefully that will keep the doctors from having to do a huge operation on her heart which would be really bad for her right now considering how frail she is. Continued prayers are great.
Now I’m going to go enjoy my weekend ;) Later
*School has been insane so far. I think I’ve got velocity-versus-time graphs coming out of my ears, my hand’s about to fall off from over-use, and when I woke up yesterday morning and realized I still had to get through one whole day before the weekend, I almost cried. Don’t get me wrong, I do like a lot of things about school. It’s just the whole getting up early/having wayy too much to do/not being able to study exactly what I want when I want kind of thing. *sigh* At least the weekend has finally arrived. ;)
*Tuesday night I went to a teen book discussion thing at the library which was pretty interesting. I mainly went just to meet some new people and such, seeing as how the book was just not my favorite. Anyways, it was really interesting because one guy I was talking to used to live in the same area that I just moved from. He’s the second person I’ve met so far that’s been from that area, and it’s pretty strange I can tell you that. I mean the area I moved from was one of those areas where nothing momentous happens at all. (No offense to that place at all. I loved living there. It just wasn’t any New York city or something like that....) So I guess it’s a small world after all, or something just plain creepy is going on....
*Wednesday night, my youth group went up to this farm for mentally challenged adults to help out around there for some festival they were about to have. It was a very interesting experience, and I’m really glad that this church focuses on missions on Wednesday nights. I haven’t had a chance to do a lot of stuff like that, so I think it’ll be good for me ;) Then on Thursday, I finally got to start voice lessons back. This year’s going to be a bit different in that regard, because I’m taking lessons at somebody’s house rather than at a college. It went really well, though it was kind of weird that my teacher’s dog was lying in the middle of the room sleeping while I was doing my lesson. I’m not really sure if that’s a compliment to my voice or not, but oh well. hahaha.
*A quick update on my grandma: She still can hardly breathe, and it’s because the blood vessels around her heart are not working properly (because of radiation she had for breast cancer many years ago). So now she’s going on some new medicine to help her blood vessels, and hopefully that will keep the doctors from having to do a huge operation on her heart which would be really bad for her right now considering how frail she is. Continued prayers are great.
Now I’m going to go enjoy my weekend ;) Later
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Homeschool Group
Last Monday, I went to the beginning of the year orientation for my homeschool group. Now I know what you're thinking. If you're homeschooled, then why in the heck do you have classes with other kids?? Doesn't that defeat the point? Let me explain...1: We only once a week (Mondays) for 3 hours. So it's not 24/7. (Not that any school really meets 24/7 as the students would probably be dead if they did, but you get the point...). 2: We don't do core classes or anything. We just do elective classes that are hard to fulfill at home. For example, I'm taking Journalism/Yearbook, Home Economics, and KY State History, and everybody (oh yes, all 13 of our extremely large high school group) have to take the Christian Character Traits class. 3: It's just nice now and then to take a few classes with some other kids and make some new friends. Plus they have a graduation ceremony for high schoolers. Soo that completely satisifes any longing I might have for public school (which I can assure you isn't much....;) ).
Anyways, the orientation went pretty well. At first it was rather annoying though. All of us (all the kids and their parents) had to meet up and listen to the director ramble on and on (and on) about random things that make perfect daydreaming material....It was really hard to daydream though because the really little kids kept whining their heads off, and this one girl a few rows up from us was practically screaming her head off. No wonder I had a searing headache. Not to mention the director (who was apparently very nervous about public speaking which was probably why she was doing this) sounded like she was about to tear up through the entire speech. It was quite odd. She even sounded heartbroken over the middle schoolers rotational schedule. Gosh now I'd heard everything...Anyways I'm not blaming her or anything. If I had to public speak I'd probably cry my head off, trip over the microphone cord because I couldn't see through my tears, and then fall into the crowd, land on some two-year-old, and then get sued or be forever known as a crazy two-year-old-attacking lunatic. Scary stuff....
After the main speech finally ended, those of us who hadn't died of boredom yet got to split up into our respective age groups and hear about our different classes. Before we heard about them though, they made us high schoolers play some random name game where the first person had to say their name and then a food that started with the first letter of their name. Then the next person had to repeat the name and the food of the person who went before them, plus their own name and food thing, and on and on and on. I tried desparately to think of a food that started with the letter H, but didn't have much luck. At first the only thing I could of was honey, but I really really DESPISE that horrible stuff. I only take it when I'm desparately sick with a sore throat (and I mean extremely EXTREMELY desparate). It's like being a torture chamber having that stuff slowly....slink....down.....your....throat. Anyways, I ended up saying the second thing that came into my mind- ham. And I don't even like ham that much. And it's no good being known as Hannah Ham. I mean really how uncool is that? Well let's just hope everyone forgets all about that or else I'm going to have to learn a Memory Charm (Harry Potter stuff hahaha). Anyways, overall, the classes sound really fun and everybody I met was really nice, so I'm pleased. =] I'll definitely keep you updated on how they go.
Later
Anyways, the orientation went pretty well. At first it was rather annoying though. All of us (all the kids and their parents) had to meet up and listen to the director ramble on and on (and on) about random things that make perfect daydreaming material....It was really hard to daydream though because the really little kids kept whining their heads off, and this one girl a few rows up from us was practically screaming her head off. No wonder I had a searing headache. Not to mention the director (who was apparently very nervous about public speaking which was probably why she was doing this) sounded like she was about to tear up through the entire speech. It was quite odd. She even sounded heartbroken over the middle schoolers rotational schedule. Gosh now I'd heard everything...Anyways I'm not blaming her or anything. If I had to public speak I'd probably cry my head off, trip over the microphone cord because I couldn't see through my tears, and then fall into the crowd, land on some two-year-old, and then get sued or be forever known as a crazy two-year-old-attacking lunatic. Scary stuff....
After the main speech finally ended, those of us who hadn't died of boredom yet got to split up into our respective age groups and hear about our different classes. Before we heard about them though, they made us high schoolers play some random name game where the first person had to say their name and then a food that started with the first letter of their name. Then the next person had to repeat the name and the food of the person who went before them, plus their own name and food thing, and on and on and on. I tried desparately to think of a food that started with the letter H, but didn't have much luck. At first the only thing I could of was honey, but I really really DESPISE that horrible stuff. I only take it when I'm desparately sick with a sore throat (and I mean extremely EXTREMELY desparate). It's like being a torture chamber having that stuff slowly....slink....down.....your....throat. Anyways, I ended up saying the second thing that came into my mind- ham. And I don't even like ham that much. And it's no good being known as Hannah Ham. I mean really how uncool is that? Well let's just hope everyone forgets all about that or else I'm going to have to learn a Memory Charm (Harry Potter stuff hahaha). Anyways, overall, the classes sound really fun and everybody I met was really nice, so I'm pleased. =] I'll definitely keep you updated on how they go.
Later
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Sick
Just a few days ago, I remember thinking to myself, "Ya know, I haven't been sick in forever. Here it is cold and flu season and so far nothing has touched me. I must have some kind of a strong immune system!" Famous last words....
Just yesterday, I came down with a sore throat. Not only was it one of the really bad kinds when you feel like hot plaster is exploding in your throat, I contracted it in the middle of the night. For some reason every symptom I have is always amplified by about a million times in the middle of the night. It's also frustrating because there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. I thought about going downstairs and taking a zinc tablet (those things are really miraculous at shortening your cold by the way) but I figured I'd just kill myself falling downstairs in the dark or wake everybody up and then really get killed. (If you didn't already know this, my family, including me, is not too polite to people who wake them up in the middle of the night.). So waking anybody up was definitely out. So, I just ended up lying there, thinking about how miserable the next few days were going to be, how miserable I felt at the moment, and how plain ticked off I was about the whole thing and how I probably had anger management issues.
The next day, my throat felt so bad I couldn't talk. When I did talk, it felt like people were stabbing knives down my throat. Now you might not believe this, but it's very painful for me to go a whole day without talking to a single soul. My family probably enjoyed the peace and quiet, but it was pure torture for me. Heck I couldn't even get my anger out by yelling at my brothers. The most frustrating part was, that the rest of me felt absolutely fine. It was just that dumb throat. And because of that dumb throat I couldn't go anywhere abd couldn't do anything because I just plain couldn't focus, so I spent most of the day moping around, taking zinc tablets, and trying not to die of pure pent-up frustration. I went to bed that night certain that the next day would be better....
Well to put it bluntly, it wasn't. I woke up in the middle of the night (again) with every muscle in my body aching. I mean I was radiating ache. On top of it all, it hurt to swallow because my throat muscles were so tight, my nose was clogged up, and I felt like I'd just emerged from a painful boxing match. When morning finally came, I could hardly drag myself out of bed. I kept sitting up, falling back down, sleeping for ten more minutes, and then repeating the cycle until I finally dragged myself downstairs. I probably looked like some freaky monster who had been pushed around an awful lot, because I sure felt like one. Gosh I felt like a messed up piece of crap.
Luckily, I've been getting better as the day has gone one. My sore throat's basically gone, the tightness is a little better, and I'm not as achy or tired. I am still pretty darn mad about the whole thing though. I was supposed to start voice lessons back up today, but because of that stupid ailment that will remain nameless I wasn't able to. Plus, seeing as how I had to miss half a day of school today and half a day yesterday, I'm already behind and it's only the first week! What a lame start to the school year.*sigh* oh well. That's life I guess. Plus since I'm a workaholic I should have no problem catching up. (I hope.) And at least it wasn't swine flu. Now that would have been a disaster for a hypochondriac like me.....
Later
Just yesterday, I came down with a sore throat. Not only was it one of the really bad kinds when you feel like hot plaster is exploding in your throat, I contracted it in the middle of the night. For some reason every symptom I have is always amplified by about a million times in the middle of the night. It's also frustrating because there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. I thought about going downstairs and taking a zinc tablet (those things are really miraculous at shortening your cold by the way) but I figured I'd just kill myself falling downstairs in the dark or wake everybody up and then really get killed. (If you didn't already know this, my family, including me, is not too polite to people who wake them up in the middle of the night.). So waking anybody up was definitely out. So, I just ended up lying there, thinking about how miserable the next few days were going to be, how miserable I felt at the moment, and how plain ticked off I was about the whole thing and how I probably had anger management issues.
The next day, my throat felt so bad I couldn't talk. When I did talk, it felt like people were stabbing knives down my throat. Now you might not believe this, but it's very painful for me to go a whole day without talking to a single soul. My family probably enjoyed the peace and quiet, but it was pure torture for me. Heck I couldn't even get my anger out by yelling at my brothers. The most frustrating part was, that the rest of me felt absolutely fine. It was just that dumb throat. And because of that dumb throat I couldn't go anywhere abd couldn't do anything because I just plain couldn't focus, so I spent most of the day moping around, taking zinc tablets, and trying not to die of pure pent-up frustration. I went to bed that night certain that the next day would be better....
Well to put it bluntly, it wasn't. I woke up in the middle of the night (again) with every muscle in my body aching. I mean I was radiating ache. On top of it all, it hurt to swallow because my throat muscles were so tight, my nose was clogged up, and I felt like I'd just emerged from a painful boxing match. When morning finally came, I could hardly drag myself out of bed. I kept sitting up, falling back down, sleeping for ten more minutes, and then repeating the cycle until I finally dragged myself downstairs. I probably looked like some freaky monster who had been pushed around an awful lot, because I sure felt like one. Gosh I felt like a messed up piece of crap.
Luckily, I've been getting better as the day has gone one. My sore throat's basically gone, the tightness is a little better, and I'm not as achy or tired. I am still pretty darn mad about the whole thing though. I was supposed to start voice lessons back up today, but because of that stupid ailment that will remain nameless I wasn't able to. Plus, seeing as how I had to miss half a day of school today and half a day yesterday, I'm already behind and it's only the first week! What a lame start to the school year.*sigh* oh well. That's life I guess. Plus since I'm a workaholic I should have no problem catching up. (I hope.) And at least it wasn't swine flu. Now that would have been a disaster for a hypochondriac like me.....
Later
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Forgetful Me
The other day, my grandpa came to pick me and my brothers up to take us over to their house for dinner. A simple event that should surely have no complications involved. Think again (after all, when you're dealing with the likes of me nothing is simple). Anyways, my mom (who had been at my granparents' house all day), had called me earlier to tell me to bring some brown rice that we had over to my grandparents' house so that she could fix it for dinner. Easy enough for a person who remembers almost everything (note the word "almost") she's supposed to. (I particularly have an uncanny knack for remembering names and birthdays, so don't feel creeped out or think that I'm a freaky stalker or something if I remember your birthday after only having been told once...)
Moving on, my grandpa showed up a little earlier than usual. So flustered old me grabbed my purse, ran out the door, ran back in the house to grab a book (that I've read about a million times just for the record) and ran back out again. Then I ran back to the door again to lock in. When I finally made it to the van and we pulled out, I did something pretty stupid. I started reading in the car. You'd think that I'd know better by now...If you don't know this already, I get carsick rather easily. (When I was little I threw up twice in the car. Just thought that needed to be said....). So me + reading in the car = disaster. I don't puke or anything, but I start feeling really wierd. The words spin in front of my eyes, my head feels like it's going to explode with nausea, and I have to close my eyes, curl up in a ball (all while buckled up) and pretend I'm anywhere but the vehicle. Well, like a true dunce, I told myself that I'd be fine. Well, I wasn't. I started feeling very ill, and when the book went into a discussion of food I had to shut the book very quickly....So it was sitting in the car, hunched up in a ball, feeling not so well at all, that I remembered something crucial; I had forgotten the brown rice. Impossible. How could this be?? I never forget anything. (Really. It's true.) I determined that I must have forgotten because my grandpa had showed up so early and flustered me. But that didn't really solve the problem. I really didn't know if my Mom would really kill me for forgetting the brown rice, but I didn't really want to find out. So my poor grandpa had to drive allll the way back to the house (we were about 20 minutes out). He probably wanted to kill me at this point, but he's too nice to say anything....
When we arrived at the house, I opened the garage door and raced inside. It was then that I realized I had done it again; I had locked the door leading to the house from the garage, which meant I had to use a key to get in. My grandpa had my mom's key ring at this time (long, unimportant story) so I figured the house key had to be somewhere on it. So my grandpa and I spent the next five minutes attempting (and mostly failing) to locate the correct key to that door. I think we tried about every key on the dang key ring. It's a good thing no random pass-er-bys happend to see us. They probably thought we were burglars or something. A pair of pathetic burglars at that, but you never know who's a burglar and who's not these days....Anyways, we finally got in, and I raced for the pantry. I searched that pantry high and low, and still no sign of the brown rice. The only thing I knew at this point was that my stomach was growling ferociously, and a box of all natural chocolate cake icing sitting in the pantry was staring me right in the face. I figured my grandpa would think I had really lost it if I started making cake icing at such a time as this, so I quickly shut the pantry door. I then called my mom, who informed me that the brown rice was in the refrigerator. As I grabbed the brown rice and headed for the door, I muttered to myself, "This brown rice sure as heck better be excellent."....
So there you have it. Another one of my endless stories about how dumb I can be sometimes....;) Aside from that, nothing much else has really been going on, but this week is going to be really busy. For one thing I'm starting school tomorrow, plus our homeschool group is having an orientation thing tomorrow. Then Thursday I'm finally starting voice lessons again! =]
Later
Moving on, my grandpa showed up a little earlier than usual. So flustered old me grabbed my purse, ran out the door, ran back in the house to grab a book (that I've read about a million times just for the record) and ran back out again. Then I ran back to the door again to lock in. When I finally made it to the van and we pulled out, I did something pretty stupid. I started reading in the car. You'd think that I'd know better by now...If you don't know this already, I get carsick rather easily. (When I was little I threw up twice in the car. Just thought that needed to be said....). So me + reading in the car = disaster. I don't puke or anything, but I start feeling really wierd. The words spin in front of my eyes, my head feels like it's going to explode with nausea, and I have to close my eyes, curl up in a ball (all while buckled up) and pretend I'm anywhere but the vehicle. Well, like a true dunce, I told myself that I'd be fine. Well, I wasn't. I started feeling very ill, and when the book went into a discussion of food I had to shut the book very quickly....So it was sitting in the car, hunched up in a ball, feeling not so well at all, that I remembered something crucial; I had forgotten the brown rice. Impossible. How could this be?? I never forget anything. (Really. It's true.) I determined that I must have forgotten because my grandpa had showed up so early and flustered me. But that didn't really solve the problem. I really didn't know if my Mom would really kill me for forgetting the brown rice, but I didn't really want to find out. So my poor grandpa had to drive allll the way back to the house (we were about 20 minutes out). He probably wanted to kill me at this point, but he's too nice to say anything....
When we arrived at the house, I opened the garage door and raced inside. It was then that I realized I had done it again; I had locked the door leading to the house from the garage, which meant I had to use a key to get in. My grandpa had my mom's key ring at this time (long, unimportant story) so I figured the house key had to be somewhere on it. So my grandpa and I spent the next five minutes attempting (and mostly failing) to locate the correct key to that door. I think we tried about every key on the dang key ring. It's a good thing no random pass-er-bys happend to see us. They probably thought we were burglars or something. A pair of pathetic burglars at that, but you never know who's a burglar and who's not these days....Anyways, we finally got in, and I raced for the pantry. I searched that pantry high and low, and still no sign of the brown rice. The only thing I knew at this point was that my stomach was growling ferociously, and a box of all natural chocolate cake icing sitting in the pantry was staring me right in the face. I figured my grandpa would think I had really lost it if I started making cake icing at such a time as this, so I quickly shut the pantry door. I then called my mom, who informed me that the brown rice was in the refrigerator. As I grabbed the brown rice and headed for the door, I muttered to myself, "This brown rice sure as heck better be excellent."....
So there you have it. Another one of my endless stories about how dumb I can be sometimes....;) Aside from that, nothing much else has really been going on, but this week is going to be really busy. For one thing I'm starting school tomorrow, plus our homeschool group is having an orientation thing tomorrow. Then Thursday I'm finally starting voice lessons again! =]
Later
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