"Well, technically, they're not vermin. But I do hate them so, so from here on, vermin they shall be." ~Willie Ziebell

Yes, it's late. Well, technically early, but I still have to pack, and after watching two of the stupidest movies on the face of the planet, I'm wide awake. Especially now that I'm over my allergy attack. But yeah. I'm waiting for the dryer to be done, so I can take the stuff out of the dryer so I can put the stuff from the washer to the dryer so that I can put my stuff in the washer so that I can clean it so that I can pack. *whew* I'm excited, but I don't think that it will really hit me until tomorrow. But I'm glad that I finally got that music from Mr. J (no thanks to him!) so that I can have South's choir listen to it.

Oh funny story. It may not be funny to anyone else, but I found it amusing. So Maegan and I decided not to shave our legs (even though she welched on her deal, darn it!), and Cooper thought that it was pretty gross. So I said to him, I said, "Cooper, if God didn't intend women to have hair on their legs He would have created them that way." But anyway, the other day I wore shorts, and so when I saw Cooper, I told him, no, I didn't shave my legs. And Dan was with him, and they both were standing, one kind of in front of the other. And they both cocked their heads to one side, and sort of leaned over so that they could see my legs. And it was the same way and simulataneous. I found it amusing at least. I guess you had to have been there.

I hope that Chelsea and I can go rock-climbing sometime. I've always liked to try new things, and it's always sounded interesting. And I think that there's that fitness center or whatever it is right by her house. Since we don't have school on Monday we're going to try and have a sleep-over Sunday night to all get caught up on everything. It's going to be super-fun. But it's also going to be sad, you know? I've missed so much, and I'm going to miss so much. I'm going to cry a whole freakin lot at Thespian Banquet, with all my good friends being seniors and all. Especially Brandon. Gosh, I've missed that kid. He's always been a pretty good kid.

What more could a girl want than a box of Junior Mints and a conference issue of the Ensign? Granted, I don't have a box of Junior Mints, but I read a very nice issue from the November conference issue of the Ensign last night. That's why I'm glad that it's published. Because being a girl and all, I miss a lot of wonderful talks that happen in the priesthood session.

Oh, I found that website that had the pictures from the State Choir Competition on it, and I found Cleveland High, and I found the guy that was eyeing me when we were there. That was awesome. He was actually cute, too. Dang you, Steven! Over-protective guy friend. Psh.

Anyway, I should probably go and work on packing, even though I really don't want to. But I have to get up at like seven anyway, so that I can finish packing and do my job and all that in the morning before we go. So love to all, and I'll miss those that still have to go to a week more of school in La Grande (ha ha), and I hope that you all have wonderful lives. Arrivederci!

It's 2 o'clock already and I haven't attracted any hot guys yet! My life is unfulfilled.

Not really. I just thought it was a good phrase.

And it's not my fault I swear! I'm not avoiding certain people (Steven)! I can explain! And I will. Don't worry.

Bless me, I just sneezed. Ha ha. Snoze. Wow, I'm tired. But I know that as soon as the sun goes down then I'll be wide awake. Ew, gross. I just noticed that I sneezed all over my arm, and now it's covered in snot. Yuck.

I need to call Chelsea to find out when the dance concert is, because I think that we'll just drive straight to the school. I don't know though. And Mrs. Brock said that we can listen to our state competition CD, but if Mr. Jacobson doesn't bring it, I may have to stalk him at his house and steal it so that I can burn it. Cause he didn't bring it today. And I have a ridiculous amount of homework to do, but oh well. I've already resigned myself to doing most of it in Medford. Hopefully I won't get too distracted. And I already know that I'm going to go to my old math teacher if I have any questions. I'm excited! Yoo hoo!

Yoo hoo? I'm a very strange person when I get punchy. Which I am. Punchy, that is. Well, I'm strange too, but that's not what I meant. Nevermind. Ah! I want ice cream! Maybe later though.

Isha dissed the religion of Star Wars! She's watching Episode II, and I said, "Oh, I thought you were watching a good one." And she said that the effects were so horrible that she didn't want to watch it. Ah! True , the effects aren't good now, but they were great for the time and the acting is so much better. Much better actors. Oh well.

I'm going to go call Chelsea now, and I hope you're happy Steven, cause I actually wrote something. It's your turn now.

Love to all!

Our little army, we were commandos, gorillas with decoder rings!

I am stressed out. Seriously. And I haven't even received half the assignments that I have to do. Oh well. I know that I'll have to take some of my homework to Medford, so hopefully Chelsea will have some homework to do so that I'm not the only one. And since I'm going to school with her, there will probably be time then to do some of it. But I'm way excited for all the activities that I get to go to. There's the dance concert, Thespian banquet, their final choir concert, CATS. Oh, it's going to be great.

I really miss Jen. And I've only met her, what, twice? But she's really really freakin awesome, and my mom says that we look like sisters. Maybe I should have been born Canadian. But we have had some really interesting chats online, and I'm glad that I finally figured out who that e-mail address belonged to, so that we can talk a lot now. And I'm seriously considering my idea to run away to Canada to become a Mountie.

I'm seriously stressed, and I'm going to swtich compys. Hold up.

Ok, I'm back. The other compy was being weird, and when I would type, the word wouldn't show up for a second or two, so I would type, and then have to wait a few seconds till I could see it so that I could go back and edit my mistakes. I should be studying for my Pre-Cal test, so that I can do other things when I get home, but I really don't want to, and it's not required anyway. I have an insanely disgusting amount of things to do today, so hopefully with a little calmness and a lot of chocolate, I'll get through it all.

And guess what I have! Banana chips! Huzzah! Maybe this day won't turn out to be so bad after all.

Why, if we were all weiner dogs, all our problems would be solved.

I just thought of something else, something my dad always used to say to us.

"Don't sweat the petty things, and don't pet the sweaty things."

The first part is what's really important though. ; )

It's all part of Raymond's new miss a payment, lose a limb plan!

I think that people make life too complicated for themselves. Well, me too, but I've been trying to stop. I think that since we make our lives so complicated it makes us unhappy. I think that we should be content with what we have and not worry about things that might happen. I don't mean we shouldn't progress, but I think we tend to over-do it sometimes. Like things aren't as bad as they seem. I was thinking about this the other day and decided to share it. It's from a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon.

Calvin: "My parents are the two stupidest people on earth. Just my luck they'd get married and have me. I hate everybody. I don't see how anyone could ever fall in love. People are jerks."

Hobbes: "Sometimes they are, but look at all the colors on the trees today."

I suggest that we all act like Hobbes, and notice the wonderful and beautiful things in life. And if we're having a little trouble, I hope that we all have someone to help point those things out.

Love to all.

Can you imagine how hard it would be to play baseball if you were an ice cream sandwich?

Today has been a very good day. There have been a few things that weren't so enjoyable, like waiting for school to get out and losing Steven in the locker room (that's right, Steven, I didn't enjoy it like you thought I did) but overall it has been very good. My mom came today, and we always have a fun time together. We went to the library but couldn't find the book we wanted (except in large print. Is that to be my fate?) Then we went down to the movie theatre to see when Star Wars was showing to see if we wanted to go that evening, and we ended up going then. Yes, Steven, I will debate the "frickin awesome" factor with you. There were good things and bad things. I still am partial to the old ones.

Then we went out to Pizza Hut and had some yummy pizza, and stayed there for about an hour and a half just talking about different things. Now we're here at my house and we just watched the A's win the game against San Fran (ha ha!) and we're going to have an awesome day tomorrow. I'm excited. I love weekends, especially when my mom comes.

I still have to write my book review for the Bell Jar. I tried, but I got total Writer's Block (why did I just capitalize that.....?) and so I didn't get much done. But my mom and I talked about it for a little bit, so I think I can do better now.

Sorry I don't have any exciting stories like Liz. This is just sort of like therapy for me, and I just enjoy writing about what I did. So sorry if I bore you.

Well, I'm going to head off, but love to all! And the prize goes to Jillian for guessing the author right on that other blog. Don't ask what prize. Shut up.

Where I'm from, we believe all sorts of things that aren't true. We call it history.

Finale of CSI tonight. Do I care? I think not! But I do care about Without a Trace, but that isn't on till later. I should probably do my math homework, but that can wait too. I think I want to call my mom. And I am so happy! Our AP book review got postponed till Monday so I didn't have to worry about it today.

Speaking of happy, I think I am happy. I think the bell jar is smashed, or at least cracked. I got a blessing from my dad on Tuesday night when it got really bad. And I have felt a lot better since then. And I have noticed a few signs around that have made me a feel a lot better about it. So yeah, I don't think that the bell jar will descend again for a while.

Steven Baxter, you are such a jerk! I can't believe that you skipped school and went and saw Star Wars WITHOUT ME! Gah! Oh well, I suppose I'll get over it. Eventually.

You know, I've always wanted to try my hand at tennis. It has always seemed so fascinating to me, the science behind it. Not to mention I love the sound of tennis balls on the court, that nice "pocky" (shut up, that's how I describe it) sound. And the nice thwack from the racket. Anyway, someday.

Only a week and two days till I go to Medford! Whoo-hoo! I'm so stoked. But I know I'm going to cry the day I leave or something pathetic like that, and I'll end up crying myself to sleep for the next week. But I think I'll live. And if there's a week during the summer when I'm not doing anything (ha ha) and Chelsea isn't busy getting ready for college (sniff sniff) then maybe she can come up for a little while, which would be totally sweet.

K, I'm going to go, but love to all!

"A short, fat ballerina? It could happen. I knew this guy once, who was short, and fat, but he wasn't a ballerina." -Casey Halling

An interesting but delightful quote.

The end of "Everybody Loves Raymond!" How sad. We watched the final episode for FHE, and it was much fun watching it together. But it went kinda late, so sorry Steven. But it was very funny, and now I'm sad that it's over. Oh well. I don't watch much TV anyway, so I guess it's good that there's one less show for me to watch.

It's a bell jar day today. I don't even know why. Oh, I'm better now (thank you Jen) but earlier it was insane. It was even a good day today. Lots of good things happened. I finished the Oklahoma video and it got good reviews, I finally burnt copies of the All-State music for Michelle and Darcy, my mom's coming this weekend, only two more weeks till I get to go to Medford, and overall it was good. And the rain hasn't stopped. So why did the bell jar decide to descend today? It's quite unpredictable.

I need a good friend. Like a really really good friend. I need Chelsea, or Liz. Someone that I am so close to that they know that they just need to be there sometimes when I ask them. Not to talk. But just to sit there and think and know that they are there next to me. That's just as comfortable as waking up to someone. Knowing someone is there. I guess that's why I want to get married so much. Because when you marry someone who you know is the right one, then you are assured that they are always there for you. High school is such a drama, and it's so unpredictable, that you never know when something is going to happen that leaves you hanging all alone.

Dang this bell jar! Enough complaining. Someone slap me. I have a wonderful life, and I should be happy with what I have. I am happy. I just hope that this bell jar doesn't descend too often.

But you're my favorite thing by far...that's gotta count for something...

I fell asleep and woke up to birdsong. Do you know what an incredible feeling that is? I had opened my windows so that I could listen to the rain while I fell asleep, and the birds heralded my sleep and waking. It was so peaceful, and so calming. I slept for quite some time, and it was very relaxing.

I had a really strange dream. I dreamt that I was pregnant, but I could actually feel him kicking, and I knew that it was a boy, and it was the strangest thing, like when I woke up I actually knew what it felt like to be pregnant. It was crazy.

Well, I should go to bed, cause it's really late, but I finished the Oklahoma video! Yahoo! And it works! I can't wait to show it off.

And I absolutely love the purity of vanilla ice cream.

You're the next contestant on "Guess that Writer!"

"I sat on a park bench and watched a spider weave its web. The silken strands waved gently in the wind, so delicate, so fragile. I imagined what it would look like covered in dew, in the early hours of the morning. I thought I would come back the next day and see.

I suddenly remembered when I was young, my mother would save the cardboard tops off the bakery cake boxes, and the very last amount of the 10-cent bottles of hairspray she bought, and we would go out and capture nature. That's what she would call it. Capture nature. She had always wanted to be a photographer, but since my father died in the war, she had to work as a secretary for a sleazy city lawyer. So we would take our flimsy cardboard box tops and our cheap hairspray and find leaves and dead bugs and place them on the cardboard and spray them so they would stick. And mother would place them somewhere prominent until the next time we got a bakery cake or she ran out of hairspray. And once, I found a fell spider web, and I found it so incredibly beautiful that I immediately sprayed it onto my box top and ran carefully home with it. But my mother was so upset that she threw it away and I was sent to bed without supper. I never found out why it was that I was punished for capturing a spider web.

I watched the people playing and laughing in the park around me. A small boy suddenly ran up to the bench where I sat, where a small rubber ball had rolled. He stared up at me as he clutched his ball, and I gave him such a look of pity and hate, that I suppose he was frightened, and he ran away. He was a poor boy, I knew right away. He had a lean, scavenger-like look about him, as if his mother had too many children for her single-mother income to support. His mother probably washed clothing for a living, and sent her many children to play in the park until nightfall. It sickened me. I hated those tiny poverty-stricken children, with their bright eyes and thievish ways. If no one could afford to take care of these children, then they had no right to exist.

Disgusted, I left my bench, deciding not to come back again."

I like pina coladas, getting caught in the rain!

Actually, I've never had a pina colada, so I can't say if I would like one or not. But I DO like getting caught in the rain, which did happen today. It was soooo much fun. I decided to take Abish on a walk, and so I'm walking by Birnie Park, and it started to sprinkle. And I got excited, and spoke to the clouds and insisted that they could do better, and within a few minutes they insisted that they could as well. I was walking around the cemetary and by the time I started home I was already soaking. But I slowly made my way home, and it was a lot of fun, especially the strange looks I would get from the people driving by. I was a little disappointed when I got home, because I expected to make a grand entrance, and no one was home. So I dried Abish off and changed, and it was incredible. My hair was sopping, my coat was soaked, my shirt was wet, my pants were drenched, my shoes were sodden, even my underwear was aqueous (a delightful word that I just picked up) and it's amazing how many synonyms for wet there are.

And I was incredibly happy when I came home. I haven't felt so much joy in such a long time. I think Steven was a little weirded out, because I spoke to him for a short time, and he seemed a little put off by my elation. But then I started watching BBC while I finished my math homework, which was really easy, and I was able to catch Keeping Up Appearances. And I couldn't be happier. So now I'm going to go read some of my depressing book before I go to bed, but be happy because tomorrow is stake conference, and I'll get to see Raage at church. So I bid you all a fond farewell, and invite you to join me the next time it rains, in an aqueous adventure throughout the town. Godspeed, brother!

What if the Hokey Pokey really is what it's all about?

It's raining right now. I love the rain. Apparently it rained a lot earlier, but I was sleeping. I came home, and I was so exhausted, but I read a little more of the Bell Jar. But then I got really depressed cause the main girl in it tried to kill herself like four times (well, three times, and she talked about a different way with some guy) and it was really sad so I went to bed. I fell asleep at about four thirty and woke up at eight thirty. Whoops. And I'm still pretty tired, so I think I'll turn in after this blog.

You know what's the most comfortable thing in the world? Waking up next to someone. Like when there's a big storm and you wake up feeling all alone and small, and so you crawl into your sister's bed, and fall asleep next to her. And then you wake up and it's so comforting because you know that she was there all night, and then when she wakes up you face each other and smile and share a silent secret. And you know that everything is ok. It's a really wonderful feeling.

I also love waking up and knowing that you don't have to be anywhere, and that you can stay in bed as long as you want. When your alarm never goes off, and you can just lie in bed thinking about things, without the worry of school or church or your parents coming in and yelling at you, mainly because they didn't know you were even home. (True story, from this afternoon. My parents thought that I was out with my grandparents). And you can have the most profound thoughts in those precious moments. I think that they are so special because they don't happen very often. Not just that my life is busy, but the whole American culture is very fast and very you-always-should-be-doing-something. I don't want to be lazy, but I want life to be relaxed. I don't want to NEED yoga, I want to do yoga because I feel like it. I don't want to have to do relaxation exercises because I am trying to do so many things that I will explode if someone asks me to do one more thing. But I hate being bored. It's a pretty fine line isn't it? I like when you're doing something, and then all of a sudden you stop, and fall asleep, and then when you wake back up you go back to doing whatever like you never took a break. It's these little things that I don't really notice until I am lying awake not worrying about anything that are so special. The tiny things that happen every day but you never really notice them until you really need it.

I don't think I'm making much sense, so excuse me if you don't understand. It's so hard to put feelings into words, especially gratitude. Somehow there never seems to be the right words to express thanks. Oh well, I tried.

How could you give your love to someone else and share your dreams with me? Sometimes the very thing you're looking for is the one thing you can't see

Why am I so stupid? I'm a chicken, that's what I am. I was having a pretty bad day, but I got some Chocolate Therapy, and the one thing that made it all better was that Chelsea called this evening. And I was able to tell her about everything that's been bugging me, and she gave me advice, and it was all wonderful. And if you want to check out her blog, and find out all about my best friend in Medford, I have it linked, it's the last one. "One Day I'll Fly."

I don't understand myself sometimes. But I'm glad that I have such wonderful friends, like Jen the Canadian, who I can talk to and get advice from cause they understand life so much better than I do. I just wish I was smarter about all this and not so timid. Oh well, I'll get over it and then everything will be solved and life will be uncomplicated again. I hope. If it's not, I get a Canadian flag. Well, I'd better go, but I love you all, and I hope that your lives are less complicated and annoying than mine is.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave...

I am such a mix of emotions right now. I can't really explain everything I feel. I'm happy, hurt, confused, excited, jealous, disappointed...give me an emotion and I'll probably be feeling it. Except angry. I'm not angry. That's one emotion I don't feel. Lots of things have happened lately, right when my life was becoming uncomplicated again. I can't wait till school gets out, or until I go to Medford. I miss Chelsea so much. But good things have happened too. I had a totally fun time on choir tour, we got third at state, I got my license today, I'm home, and my mom's coming this weekend. But a lot has happened, and now my world is a flurry of emotions that I don't understand. Not to mention I got sick.

I feel so alone. I don't know how to describe it. It's like what I said earlier, about being in the world but not really a part of it. I feel so separate. There's a little clear bubble around me, and I can interact with people, but there's a distance that can't be filled. Part of it is that I finally realized that I could slowly fade away without anyone noticing. I can make myself disappear and no one would think twice. I have friends, and people I care about who I hope care about me, yes, but there's still this separation that nothing can cure. And then something stupid happened, and I feel even more alone. Is it possible for two people, both of whom feel so alone, to come together and no longer feel that way? I'm not sure they can. Loneliness is a hard thing to cure, and I'm not so sure that even two lonely people can be together and no longer be lonely.

Loneliness is a curious thing. People claim that they are lonely, even if they work in a large building that's always filled with people, or they go to school and talk with their classmates all the time. Only a person stranded on a completely bare island (nothing living, not even plants) can say that they are truly lonely. And yet you can be part of a big city with people around you all the time, and still feel such a sense of loss, such a sense of not being. I miss my best friend. But I realized that you can never be truly lonely, because the Lord is always ALWAYS there for you. Even if the human world shuns you, the Savior is there to be your friend, and he will be your friend. Even if you make a mistake, whether it be a trifle or life-changing, Christ will always be there to walk with you. He is truly our Best Friend, and our Brother. I just hope that some lonely people out there understand that. I know how you feel, but the Lord is there to help you. Don't forget who you can turn to.

I love you all, and I hope that some of the things I'm sharing can help others in any small way possible. Life can be confusing, and I still feel like the entire specturm of human emotion (except anger) wrapped up unto one person, but I know who I can turn to. Love to all.

Needles and Pins

Needles and pins,
Needles and pins,
Sew me a sail
To catch me the wind.

Sew me a sail,
Strong as a gale,
Carpenter, bring out your
Hammers and nails.

Hammers and nails,
Hammers and nails,
Build me a boat
To go chasing the whales.

Chasing the whales,
Sailing the blue,
Find me a captain
And sign me a crew.

Captain and crew,
Captain and crew,
Take me, oh take me
To anywhere new.

~Shel Silverstein

"My brain? You can't have my brain, I'm using it." "Hardly."

I don't understand myself. I went on a walk with Abish today, and I just wanted to be alone, even though I love the company of others, especially my friends. Speaking of friends, after school, Raage, Steven, and Cooper came and talked with me before going off to their different activites (well, Coop walked home with me). And as we were all standing there I thought, gee, I have such great friends. I failed to notice until just now that most of my good friends are guys. I love it though. Not in that way. I mean guys are so much cooler than girls. Girls are so complicated and there's always one drama or another going on in their lives. But with guys, it's so...simple. Not that they're simple-minded of coure (though there are some), but things just aren't...difficult. If there's a problem, they just fix it. They don't spend half their lives figuring out what the best way to solve the problem is, or trying to figure out if their solution will offend or affect anyone else. They just, do it.

I once heard an analogy about it. It's like a man and a woman are walking to a mountain. The guy knows he has to get to the mountain, and so he just picks the straightest path and starts going to the mountain as fast as he can. But the girl takes a long way, picking her path carefully, constantly stopping to view her surroundings. Not that the guys or girls way is better or worse, it's just that guys are goal-oriented and girls are detail-oriented. And I just thought of something. Heavenly Father (he's just so amazing and smart like that) made them different that way on purpose. See, when the guy and the girl get together, than they have a common goal that they are constantly striving for, and that they work together on, but they will also observe and notice the things around them. The guy and the girl both contribute till they reach their goal. Incredible how it all works out so perfectly.

Gosh, I am so sick of it all. I can't even explain what I mean. I just want to leave, and go somewhere new and exciting, where I have no worries or responsibilities, and I can just sit and relax and watch the people going by. You know that phrase "be in the world, but not of it?" That's what I feel like. Not that I'm more spiritual and that I have overcome all things, but that I feel separated. Like I'm on the outside looking in. Or, in the words of Dr. Ponti from the fabulous novel The Whistling Toilets, life is a parade by I'm just a spectator. Things are happening all around me, and I'm aware of them, and I see them, but I'm just not a part of them. It's like that part in The Best Two Years where everything is moving really fast around him but Elder Rogers is just observing.

It's quite late, and I still have to pack, but that's not going to happen tonight so I think I'll go to bed. I'll pack tomorrow after early morning seminary. I contemplated not going, but I think I might need it. You what I really need? A best friend.

Anyway, love to all. See ya.

Go ahead, lay it on me. Vim me, babe.

Ok, so I just realized that the post from day would actually be my tenth, but I don't like even numbers, so we're going to leave it the way it is. And you know what? I don't care what you say anyway.

So where was I? Oh yes, so we all went and hid in the bathroom. Then we went back into the dance room and I saw Steven sitting on a couch with a bunch of other guys so I went and joined that group and I was kind of hidden from view. But then apparently this kid was so devastated that I rejected him that he started crying! I don't know if I believe that, but oh well. So I felt really bad, but then I danced the last dance with Steven, and then I went home, and I still feel bad, but not too much. Except now I hear that he went up to Darcy after the dance and told her that he just thought I was really pretty and that he didn't mean to freak me out. Hmmmmmm. What now? Oh well. I'm just glad that I don't have to go to the next dance, cause we'll be on choir tour.

Anyway, I will now add the stories that would be inserted later, but since I had to just add on, you'll have to find the original asterisks in the original post so you know where they happened in the night. So here we go.
* While Darcy and I were walking around outside, we heard some geese, and looking up, we saw two geese flying away all by themselves. So on our second time around, we see a flock of geese with two geese missing from their "v" flying in a different direction than the other two geese! So we yell at them to try and get them to go the right way, but they ignore us. Then we see them again but this time they were headed in the completely opposite direction! So we're waving our arms and yelling "No no! Your friends are going the other way! That way! That way! Go find your friends that way!" But they still didn't listen. I hope they found them.
**So the first time we walk by the parking lot with me, Steven, Conk, and Darcy, Conk just quietly and calmly says "You know, there's this weird thing with my car that whenever you come within like five feet of it or something, it just goes haywire." (I'm paraphrasing by the way, no copyrights or anything). And of course he has his keys in his pocket and he presses the alarm button and poor Darcy about had a heart attack. She flipped out, and deciding that she couldn't handle it anymore, she went inside. And every single freakin time we went by Conk's car, he did the same thing. We were used to it, and were expecting it, but he got such a kick out of it. He would just lose it every time he did it. It was hilarious. What a great kid.

So those are the random and exciting adventures of Friday evening. Sorry I took so long to relate the stories. But at least it was interesting, if not terrifying.

Sunday was pretty uneventful. Saturday was fun though. I went to Baker, and we went and saw Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. And to anyone that has a movie theatre that is playing this movie in their town or city or wherever they live, I would definitely recommend seeing it. But you can't expect an action movie. The thing that makes it so funny is the dialogue, and so you have to pay attention to everything that's said or you won't get it. It was funny, cause the audience that we were with wasn't really paying attention, and so something would be said, and no one would get it, but my mom and I would just start cracking up. It's a very funny movie, to be frank. Go see it!

Sorry that today was so long. I might think of something else later, too, so...sorry if I bore you. If I bore you, maybe you should rethink how you're spending your free time. Get a life! And watch Star Wars.

"If this be treason, make the most of it."

Chapter 11: We could make language a complete impediment to understanding. Oh wait. That's English... OR A facial expression is worth a million words.

I just saw an Elton John look-a-like picking up trash outside of our school. Weird.

Anyway, I want to tell you the strange happenings of my weekend. So I went to the Priest/Laruel dance on Friday, thinking that it could be fun, and if not, well, oh well. So I go, and I start to hang out and dance with Darcy, Michelle, and Sariah (sorry if I spelled anyone's name wrong). And I'm looking around and noting everything (cause that's what I love to do, so there Steven) and I notice these crazy kids from Enterprise. Totally in their own little world, dancing their own little dances, so yeah. It was interesting. So then I'm sitting down underneath this little fake tree eating my animal crackers, and one of those kids from Enterprise comes and sits next to me. And I think, well, hey, he might be a nice guy, might as well talk to him. And he asks me what my name is, and I tell him, and then he introduces himself as Mike, and then he stops and says, "You know, you're the shortest girl here." Pause. What the heck do you say to that? Um, yeah, glad you noticed and that that's the only reason you're talking to me? So he just goes, "Yeah, well, I just noticed cause I'm pretty short and I always look for the shorter girls, you know?" And I'm thinking, yeah, ok, this is a little creepy. And then his friend comes and sits down with us. So Bern comes up and I introduce him while frantically thinking STAY, STAY WITH ME, DON'T LEAVE but of course he leaves. And then Maegan comes up, and thinking she'd take the hint and stay I introduce HER and then this Mike kid goes "Oh, by the way, we're wrestlers." So of course Maeg is immediately creeped out and leaves. So finally Darcy comes and so I said I needed to get a drink of water and I left. SO Darcy and I start walking around outside cause it was pretty nice and I didn't want that kid to find me and dance with me. And all this time, I was just thinking, where the crap is Steven, I need to talk to him, and of course during this time he and Logan slipped off somewhere and nobody knew where they were. So we had fun walking around outside, until we wanted to find Steven.* (Insert story later). So we're in the back of the building where there are no lights, and we see a light on in one of the classrooms. So we creep up to the window and listen in, and I said that I thought it was Steven and Logan. And then Steven laughed and of course I knew it was him, and so I knocked on the window, and they come out, and Steven starts to walk around the building with us. And then Conk joined us the first time round, and Darce had a bad experience with Conk's Jeep so she went inside.** And let me tell you, the most fun I had all night was walking around the church and talking with Steven and Conk. It was so much fun. But then we got...kicked...inside? We had to go back in so I joined my posse again so that I could be protected if my stalker friend decided to turn up again. And then. We're standing in a circle, and I'm standing funny, demonstrating how you have to stand when you say a certain phrase (don't ask, cause I don't remember) and my stalker friend comes up and asks me what I'm doing. And so I quickly say that we're just making fun of each other, and Michelle snatches the oppurtunity to save me at that exact moment. See, the universal girl signal to save someone from a stalker is to just start yelling "help! help!" So I go off to "help" Michelle, and we end up in the hallway by the drinking fountain. We're standing there talking and laughing about it when Michelle thinks she hears him, and what do you know, he pops up from around the corner and cries "There you are!" Now really, I would have paid to see all of the looks on our faces when that happened. Our jaws dropped, there was a moment of stunned and horror-filled silence, and Michelle, once again, comes to my rescue. We all run to the bathroom and hide there for about fifteen minutes. Well, Michelle, Sariah, and I ran. Darcy, my wonderful samurai warrior woman marched behind us to protect us.

You know what? The bell is going to ring in a few minutes, so I have to go, but I'll continue this later.