So last night (well, early this morning), I embarked on probably the most exciting (and saddest) Christmas Eve of my life with Nate, Amanda, Vaughan, and Scotty. They picked us up around midnight, and then we headed off to the poor neighborhoods of town equipped with three trashbags full of gifts for three children that weren't expected to get much for Christmas.
Vaughan's boy was first. He and Nate went and delivered the bag. Then it was Scotty's boy in a trailor park. I was nervous to begin with, then when I went to open my door to get out, I saw a man out the window coming towards the car. I freaked out. Nate told us to stay in the car, and he got out and approached the man, who actually ended up being very polite and told him where the right house was. We went to my girl's house next, but I wasn't allowed out of the car either; they decided it wasn't safe enough.
It was heartbreaking to see these homes and know that small children live there. One of the kids it was known that there was abuse going on in the house, but there was nothing we could do. I vote next year we just kidnap the kids... I'm glad we did it, and that we went over budget to get them more stuff. I really want to do it again next year. I'll probably never meet the children, and I didn't get to see their reactions this morning when they found a bag of toys on their front porch, but I do know that it made their life a little bit easier, even if just for one morning. It's ironic, because I always feel inadequate at Creek compared to all the rich kids, and then I see how some people really live, and I realize just how blessed I really am.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I never thought
I'd be so excited to go back to school. It's been 11 days since I've seen any people - anybody have a volleyball I can name Wilson? I think the chicken pox has been the sickest I have ever been in my life (three cheers for craptastic immune systems). I have no idea how I'm going to catch up - IB is hard enough to catch up with if you miss one day, try a week and a half. But I totally decided I wasn't going to stress about it until I went back (after some sobbing on day two) and several people have been praying about it, so I think I'll be okay. There's no B in Dani :)
P.S. If anybody knows of a chemistry tutor or someone willing to teach a kid piano, let me know :)
I need to switch out of my piano class, ASAP.
And well, chem is just a beast.
P.S. If anybody knows of a chemistry tutor or someone willing to teach a kid piano, let me know :)
I need to switch out of my piano class, ASAP.
And well, chem is just a beast.
Friday, December 5, 2008
It's been a rough week.
Chicken pox.
Fever complications.
Being locked inside my room for a week.
WAY behind in school now.
Why do teachers expect me to have all my makeup work done the day I'm back?
All the fish suddenly died overnight.
The dog chewed my sunglasses - AGAIN.
On the bright side.
I get to watch the craptastic morning shows for a week :)
Fever complications.
Being locked inside my room for a week.
WAY behind in school now.
Why do teachers expect me to have all my makeup work done the day I'm back?
All the fish suddenly died overnight.
The dog chewed my sunglasses - AGAIN.
On the bright side.
I get to watch the craptastic morning shows for a week :)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Twilight!
So I'm not going to explain the story line - if you haven't read Twilight yet... you probably shouldn't talk to me... I don't think we can be friends (kidding - but I probably will harrass you until you read it).
Overall, I think you woul dbe TOTALLY confused if you hadn't read the book.
A friend of mine, Jackie, was going to sleep over at my house and we were going to go see it. I picked up the tickets around 3 after school, and the lady said they were almost sold out for the 7:10 viewing and to get there very early. So I went home, cleaned, did some homework, and got back to the theatre around 5:45 to meet Jackie. We met at the Dollar General - sneaking in Raisinettes, Capri Suns, and Oreos. Then we headed over to the movies around 6; there were already some people in there. We got good seats and just talked until the movie started. It was almost full by 6:30. I love going to the movies - I get to see people I haven't seen in ages, since I go to school out of town.
Since there were so many kids, there were security guards and workers in the theatre watching us; I felt like I was being babysat. One of the workers asked us to move over to fill up the empty seats - there went our good seats (they were next behind the railing so we could put our feet up). I had two seats to my left, and Jackie was sitting next to a sweet old woman who tried to strike up conversation. The theatre started to dim and I thought I'd get off easy and not have to sit next to anyone (I don't do well with strangers) until two 20something guys in camo and a girl walked in, running up and down the aisles trying to find seats. The worker made them sit next to me.
Two seats, two guys, and one girl. One of the guys, who I assumed was the girl's boyfriend, told the girl to sit on the floor and he and his buddy sat in the chairs. She said she wasn't comfortable and he pretty much said "sorry, too bad." They smelled like alcohol and tobacco, talked like rednecks, and were all up in my space - I think I sat more in Jackie's seat in my own because he was taking up so much of mine. They talked through the whole first few minutes of the movie, and even asked the girlfriend "What's this movie called? What's it about?" - totally ignoring all the shh-ing until the sweet old lady leaned over and yelled "CAN YOU TWO PLEASE SHUT THE **** UP?! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO LISTEN." Haha.
The movie. So I was pretty much disgusted by the casting. Victoria's hair was not flaming red - it was like burnt sienna orange. The movie tried really hard to make them politically correct - Laurent was not black, Angela and Eric weren't Asian, Lauren wasn't even in the movie. Doesn't sound too fitting for a town of 3,000 to find such a multicultural group of friends... Jessica was supposed to be fat. Jasper looks gay. Edward looks evil and scary instead of sweet and beautiful. James looks like my mom's boyfriend's son in a few years, haha. They casted Mike very well though - he really did remind me of a dog. And Carlisle's voice was like I had imagined. Their inter-clan relationships were supposed to be a secret, too.
The special effects were super lame. I think I'll look back on it in a few years and go "what the crap... I enjoyed this?" But honestly, it'd be near impossible to do special effects correctly with some of the stuff Meyer came up with. I loved how parts of the movie were so funny - yet that's only because you knew what the characters were thinking. If someone who hadn't read the books were watching, they would be like "what? why is he giving him that look?"
It always bugs me when books are different than the movies - but the movie would have been 6 or 7+ hours long if they had put in everything. Nobody was murdered by the the Nomads in the book; Alice saw them coming in a few months, and then they suddenly appeared early while they were playing baseball. They really skipped out a lot on the conversations and dates that Edward and Bella had, or Jacob's and the friend's role. I cried when Bella left her dad; that scene was the one that almost made me stop reading the whole series.
They had their first kiss in the woods, not her bedroom - did anyone else notice that Bella's pants were suddenly gone? And at the end of the movie, was it Victoria or Rosalie? I thought it was Rosalie crying because Bella and Edward were together; but if that's so, then they're really playing into this whole RosalieIsJealousOfBella thing. Jackie thinks it was Victoria; but Edward would have totally picked up on it if she was there.
Bella's house was similar to how I had pictured it, however the Cullen's was not. It wasn't as big as I had pictured; I don't think Edward's room could hold a bed as it does in the 3rd or 4th book - and there was no black sofa, and no tour of the house. The sunshine scene was a pretty big letdown. His skin made noises- twinkletwinkletwinkle, and didn't really glitter. The sun was photoshopped too. He had planned to take her out there, and they had deep conversations there. Edward made a big deal about it because he was afraid he'd hurt her so she wanted to make sure somebody knew he was going to be with her. I think there excuse was they were going to Port Angeles or something. Edward was kinda a creeper. He just dragged her out into the woods before school started, said she tasted good, did some tricks, and then ripped off his clothes and twinkled in the sunlight. They left out a lot of information that is needed to understand how the vampire world works. The school was big - Bella described it in the books though as being so small that it looked more like a smattering of buildings than an actual school.
And the prom scene... that doesn't look like a school gym to me. Alice DEFF would not have let Bella out of the house in a dress and converse shoes and leggings. She looked incredibly ridiculous. Bella had been dressed up at the Cullen's home all day by Alice, and she thought she was going to be transformed. Alice made her wear heals. I swear to you, this year everyone's going to be wearing Converse shoes with their prom dresses... ugh.
I have to admit, Alice ripping off James' head was pretty BA. But the chase part was mediocre, and the movie was unintentially funny. Overall I give it a 2.5, maybe a 3 out of 5.
Anyways, that's all for now. I think I could take hours to discuss the book or movie - but homework awaits.
Overall, I think you woul dbe TOTALLY confused if you hadn't read the book.
A friend of mine, Jackie, was going to sleep over at my house and we were going to go see it. I picked up the tickets around 3 after school, and the lady said they were almost sold out for the 7:10 viewing and to get there very early. So I went home, cleaned, did some homework, and got back to the theatre around 5:45 to meet Jackie. We met at the Dollar General - sneaking in Raisinettes, Capri Suns, and Oreos. Then we headed over to the movies around 6; there were already some people in there. We got good seats and just talked until the movie started. It was almost full by 6:30. I love going to the movies - I get to see people I haven't seen in ages, since I go to school out of town.
Since there were so many kids, there were security guards and workers in the theatre watching us; I felt like I was being babysat. One of the workers asked us to move over to fill up the empty seats - there went our good seats (they were next behind the railing so we could put our feet up). I had two seats to my left, and Jackie was sitting next to a sweet old woman who tried to strike up conversation. The theatre started to dim and I thought I'd get off easy and not have to sit next to anyone (I don't do well with strangers) until two 20something guys in camo and a girl walked in, running up and down the aisles trying to find seats. The worker made them sit next to me.
Two seats, two guys, and one girl. One of the guys, who I assumed was the girl's boyfriend, told the girl to sit on the floor and he and his buddy sat in the chairs. She said she wasn't comfortable and he pretty much said "sorry, too bad." They smelled like alcohol and tobacco, talked like rednecks, and were all up in my space - I think I sat more in Jackie's seat in my own because he was taking up so much of mine. They talked through the whole first few minutes of the movie, and even asked the girlfriend "What's this movie called? What's it about?" - totally ignoring all the shh-ing until the sweet old lady leaned over and yelled "CAN YOU TWO PLEASE SHUT THE **** UP?! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO LISTEN." Haha.
The movie. So I was pretty much disgusted by the casting. Victoria's hair was not flaming red - it was like burnt sienna orange. The movie tried really hard to make them politically correct - Laurent was not black, Angela and Eric weren't Asian, Lauren wasn't even in the movie. Doesn't sound too fitting for a town of 3,000 to find such a multicultural group of friends... Jessica was supposed to be fat. Jasper looks gay. Edward looks evil and scary instead of sweet and beautiful. James looks like my mom's boyfriend's son in a few years, haha. They casted Mike very well though - he really did remind me of a dog. And Carlisle's voice was like I had imagined. Their inter-clan relationships were supposed to be a secret, too.
The special effects were super lame. I think I'll look back on it in a few years and go "what the crap... I enjoyed this?" But honestly, it'd be near impossible to do special effects correctly with some of the stuff Meyer came up with. I loved how parts of the movie were so funny - yet that's only because you knew what the characters were thinking. If someone who hadn't read the books were watching, they would be like "what? why is he giving him that look?"
It always bugs me when books are different than the movies - but the movie would have been 6 or 7+ hours long if they had put in everything. Nobody was murdered by the the Nomads in the book; Alice saw them coming in a few months, and then they suddenly appeared early while they were playing baseball. They really skipped out a lot on the conversations and dates that Edward and Bella had, or Jacob's and the friend's role. I cried when Bella left her dad; that scene was the one that almost made me stop reading the whole series.
They had their first kiss in the woods, not her bedroom - did anyone else notice that Bella's pants were suddenly gone? And at the end of the movie, was it Victoria or Rosalie? I thought it was Rosalie crying because Bella and Edward were together; but if that's so, then they're really playing into this whole RosalieIsJealousOfBella thing. Jackie thinks it was Victoria; but Edward would have totally picked up on it if she was there.
Bella's house was similar to how I had pictured it, however the Cullen's was not. It wasn't as big as I had pictured; I don't think Edward's room could hold a bed as it does in the 3rd or 4th book - and there was no black sofa, and no tour of the house. The sunshine scene was a pretty big letdown. His skin made noises- twinkletwinkletwinkle, and didn't really glitter. The sun was photoshopped too. He had planned to take her out there, and they had deep conversations there. Edward made a big deal about it because he was afraid he'd hurt her so she wanted to make sure somebody knew he was going to be with her. I think there excuse was they were going to Port Angeles or something. Edward was kinda a creeper. He just dragged her out into the woods before school started, said she tasted good, did some tricks, and then ripped off his clothes and twinkled in the sunlight. They left out a lot of information that is needed to understand how the vampire world works. The school was big - Bella described it in the books though as being so small that it looked more like a smattering of buildings than an actual school.
And the prom scene... that doesn't look like a school gym to me. Alice DEFF would not have let Bella out of the house in a dress and converse shoes and leggings. She looked incredibly ridiculous. Bella had been dressed up at the Cullen's home all day by Alice, and she thought she was going to be transformed. Alice made her wear heals. I swear to you, this year everyone's going to be wearing Converse shoes with their prom dresses... ugh.
I have to admit, Alice ripping off James' head was pretty BA. But the chase part was mediocre, and the movie was unintentially funny. Overall I give it a 2.5, maybe a 3 out of 5.
Anyways, that's all for now. I think I could take hours to discuss the book or movie - but homework awaits.
Friday, November 14, 2008
101 things you probably don't know about me
101. My sleep schedule is nonexistant.
100. I'm really good at sleeping 12+ hours on Friday night, but less than 5 the rest of the week. I think it evens out somewhere.
99. I'm famous for sleeping during class, then being able to wake up right before the teacher asks me a question, getting it right, and going back to sleep.
98. I start to get uneasy when I go below a 95%
97. I'd cry if I got anything less than a 4.0 GPA
96. I'm actually pretty lazy. I don't like to work for anything.
95. But I fear failure more than I fear work.
94. My definition of procrastination is not having the work done two days before it's due. I like to give myself wiggle room.
93. I'm a cram-studier. I study for a few minutes the day before the test, and then a few minutes right before it.
92. I memorize things in groups of 3's. Three vocab words at a time, 3 formulas at a time, 3 days at a time. I like acronyms or phrases a lot too... and songs...
91. But I can't sing to save my life.
90. I wish I could. Voice is the ultimate instrument. No batteries required.
89. I was in choir for years. Until I realized I suck.
88. I really hate when I don't fail, the school system fails me. I spent 7 years in music class before I actually learned how to read music.
87. I get all upset when we don't do anything in class - I didn't wake up at 4:50 to talk about the color of eye shadow. I don't like to waste time.
86. Time = Money. I have no time, therefore, I have no money.
85. My dad's a pushover. I had him whipped at a young age. I've never been grounded or had anything taken away.
84. My mom? Not so much. It's her way or the high way.
83. That made me into a nagger as a child. My mom said I was a broken record.
82. I eventually learned how to manipulate her, and made her a pushover too. Now I'm a great debator. Undefeated 3 years running. You don't want to get in an argument with me.
81. I love public speaking.
80. But I really hate when people have a strong opinion, and nothing to back it up with.
79. I tend to get things done. "No" isn't in my vocabulary.
78. Which is why I hate group work. I can do it faster myself.
77. I'm NOT a morning person. At all.
76. I'm a grump when I'm hungry or tired. If I'm being mean, tell me to eat or take a nap.
75. People tell me I tend to frown a lot or look serious all the time. I have no idea I'm doing it.
74. I always look at the other person's right eye when I'm making eye contact.
73. I don't like eye contact much. I tend to look down. I'm listening, really.
72. I have OCD tendencies. I can't wear my hair the same way two days in a row. I can't paint my nails the same way consecutively, etc.
71. I love when I see my vocab words or get to use some skill I never thought I'd need.
70. I can't pronounce "aluminum" or "feminine" or "vocabulary" or "accompaniament" correctly.
69. I need glasses. But they look bad on me. So I squint.
68. My eyes are super sensitive to light.
67. Light, chewing, and stress gives me headaches... a lot.
66. Knees gross me out. Kinda like some people don't like feet.
65. I don't like things touching my neck, either.
64. I haven't been to the doctor since I was in 4th grade. I've only been to the dentist twice.
63. My immune system is craptastic. But it's improving. I <3 Airborne
62. I need braces. But my mom doens't "believe" in them.
61. I'm incredibly lazy. And I suck at cooking. Which means that I'll starve before I make food for myself.
60. So when my dad is gone, I don't eat.
59. I don't actually eat during lunch either. 4th and 6th period is my lunch time.
58. I sleep a lot when I'm upset.
57. I'm allergic to anything I put on my lips - chapstick, lipstick, lipgloss, whatever.
56. I'm part of some strange subspecies of women that hate shoes.
55. I'm ridiculously (another word I can't pronounce) flat-footed.
54. I'm a Sickle Cell carrier. Don't even think about saying "isn't that for black people?"
53. I love breakfast foods.
52. Some people think I have a New England accent. I don't see it.
51. I hate Southern accents... yet I live in the South.
50. I hate when people cuss. It bugs the junk out of me.
49. My biggest pet peeve is when people don't know the difference between "good" and "well".
48. Food tastes good. You do things well.
47. It also really bugs me when people don't konw the difference between "their, there, they're" or "too, two, to."
46. Their shirts are blue. There are the shirts. They're putting on the shirts. I want to go too. Two girls are going. We are going to the store.
45. I love talking in Spanish. But I hate Spanish class.
44. Mi amiga in Spanish will pass notes in Spanish instead of actually paying attention. I think we get more learning done that way...
43. I sold my soul to IB and all I got was this lousy diploma.
42. I have a baby. His name is Nike.
41. He's a Chihuahua / Italian Greyhound (I think). No, Italian Greyhounds are NOT big.
40. He knows his commands in Spanish and English.
39. He's spoiled beyond belief. He's also 10 pounds of bed hog; his little self probably takes up more room than I do.
38. I cut up my flashcards crazy small. I like to save paper.
37. Taken notes from a scatter-brained teacher is incredibly difficult.
36. I always get excited when I get a good grade in math - I never have before. Then I remember I'm in dumb kid math.
35. I'm very independent... almost to a fault.
34. I used to love Oprah. Now I can't stand her. Same with Tyra. Ellen's still pretty cool though.
33. I still can't believe she's like 50.
32. I'm guilting of chewing on my pens, nails, cell phone antenna, whatever, when I'm stressed.
31. When I'm bored in Spanish, I draw floor plans on the back of last night's homework.
30. They're actually pretty good. But no, I won't be an architect - too much math (see number 36).
29. I get all excited when I see something on the news or on tv that talks about something I just learned about.
28. I really... really... like organizing and planning. Can I come clean your house for you?
27. I won't be a wedding planner either - that probably involves numbers of some sort too.
26. I'm either really hot or really cold.
25. I get in moods where I'll eat certain foods for weeks at a time. I'm currently at hot chocolate, chai tea, and salads.
24. Darkness bothers me. I like lights on.
23. I play piano for about 11-ish hours a week.
22. I love to speak in Spanish.
21. I secretly envy whoever has the baby pink pickup truck in the student parking lot.
20. I'm really bad about getting motivated to do the simplest tasks.
19. I'm one of those people that will look for the remote for 2 hours instead of getting up to change the channel. Or I'll just remember to mentally add or subtract an hour of the time instead of changing it on the clock.
18. I can't cook to save my life. My idea of cooking is putting dressing on lettuce or adding milk to cereal.
17. I'm not kidding when I say my dog ate my homework...
16. I want to move to Washington State.
15. I have a slightly unhealthy obsession with Twilight.
14. If I had a car, I don't think I'd live at home anymore.
13. I match my puppy's sweater to my outfit.
12. Don't even roll your eyes. He gets cold.
11. I really wish I knew how to sew better.
10. When I was little, I thought there were little people inside of televisions, stoplights, and computers. I never understood how they fit in laptops.
9. I'm really good at science. But I think a lot of it is just guessing.
8. I have no idea what my great grandma looks like. But I know her handwriting. I snail mail her a letter and some pictures every few months.
7. She's 95 and still running on her treadmill - she used to run on the mountain, but it's too slippery in the winter.
6. I think I'd pass out after running a block.
5. During band camp, I used my Sickle Cell as an excuse not to run the 192384720 laps everyone else had to run.
4. I love reading. But I never have any idea what to read.
3. My New Year's resolution was to finish the bible in one year. It's November and I'm only half done.
2. I'm a thinker, not a doer. I can tell you how to bake a cake, the reactions that occur, whatever, but I couldn't actually bake one myself.
1. I'm really amazed that you read all of that. Kudos to you.
100. I'm really good at sleeping 12+ hours on Friday night, but less than 5 the rest of the week. I think it evens out somewhere.
99. I'm famous for sleeping during class, then being able to wake up right before the teacher asks me a question, getting it right, and going back to sleep.
98. I start to get uneasy when I go below a 95%
97. I'd cry if I got anything less than a 4.0 GPA
96. I'm actually pretty lazy. I don't like to work for anything.
95. But I fear failure more than I fear work.
94. My definition of procrastination is not having the work done two days before it's due. I like to give myself wiggle room.
93. I'm a cram-studier. I study for a few minutes the day before the test, and then a few minutes right before it.
92. I memorize things in groups of 3's. Three vocab words at a time, 3 formulas at a time, 3 days at a time. I like acronyms or phrases a lot too... and songs...
91. But I can't sing to save my life.
90. I wish I could. Voice is the ultimate instrument. No batteries required.
89. I was in choir for years. Until I realized I suck.
88. I really hate when I don't fail, the school system fails me. I spent 7 years in music class before I actually learned how to read music.
87. I get all upset when we don't do anything in class - I didn't wake up at 4:50 to talk about the color of eye shadow. I don't like to waste time.
86. Time = Money. I have no time, therefore, I have no money.
85. My dad's a pushover. I had him whipped at a young age. I've never been grounded or had anything taken away.
84. My mom? Not so much. It's her way or the high way.
83. That made me into a nagger as a child. My mom said I was a broken record.
82. I eventually learned how to manipulate her, and made her a pushover too. Now I'm a great debator. Undefeated 3 years running. You don't want to get in an argument with me.
81. I love public speaking.
80. But I really hate when people have a strong opinion, and nothing to back it up with.
79. I tend to get things done. "No" isn't in my vocabulary.
78. Which is why I hate group work. I can do it faster myself.
77. I'm NOT a morning person. At all.
76. I'm a grump when I'm hungry or tired. If I'm being mean, tell me to eat or take a nap.
75. People tell me I tend to frown a lot or look serious all the time. I have no idea I'm doing it.
74. I always look at the other person's right eye when I'm making eye contact.
73. I don't like eye contact much. I tend to look down. I'm listening, really.
72. I have OCD tendencies. I can't wear my hair the same way two days in a row. I can't paint my nails the same way consecutively, etc.
71. I love when I see my vocab words or get to use some skill I never thought I'd need.
70. I can't pronounce "aluminum" or "feminine" or "vocabulary" or "accompaniament" correctly.
69. I need glasses. But they look bad on me. So I squint.
68. My eyes are super sensitive to light.
67. Light, chewing, and stress gives me headaches... a lot.
66. Knees gross me out. Kinda like some people don't like feet.
65. I don't like things touching my neck, either.
64. I haven't been to the doctor since I was in 4th grade. I've only been to the dentist twice.
63. My immune system is craptastic. But it's improving. I <3 Airborne
62. I need braces. But my mom doens't "believe" in them.
61. I'm incredibly lazy. And I suck at cooking. Which means that I'll starve before I make food for myself.
60. So when my dad is gone, I don't eat.
59. I don't actually eat during lunch either. 4th and 6th period is my lunch time.
58. I sleep a lot when I'm upset.
57. I'm allergic to anything I put on my lips - chapstick, lipstick, lipgloss, whatever.
56. I'm part of some strange subspecies of women that hate shoes.
55. I'm ridiculously (another word I can't pronounce) flat-footed.
54. I'm a Sickle Cell carrier. Don't even think about saying "isn't that for black people?"
53. I love breakfast foods.
52. Some people think I have a New England accent. I don't see it.
51. I hate Southern accents... yet I live in the South.
50. I hate when people cuss. It bugs the junk out of me.
49. My biggest pet peeve is when people don't know the difference between "good" and "well".
48. Food tastes good. You do things well.
47. It also really bugs me when people don't konw the difference between "their, there, they're" or "too, two, to."
46. Their shirts are blue. There are the shirts. They're putting on the shirts. I want to go too. Two girls are going. We are going to the store.
45. I love talking in Spanish. But I hate Spanish class.
44. Mi amiga in Spanish will pass notes in Spanish instead of actually paying attention. I think we get more learning done that way...
43. I sold my soul to IB and all I got was this lousy diploma.
42. I have a baby. His name is Nike.
41. He's a Chihuahua / Italian Greyhound (I think). No, Italian Greyhounds are NOT big.
40. He knows his commands in Spanish and English.
39. He's spoiled beyond belief. He's also 10 pounds of bed hog; his little self probably takes up more room than I do.
38. I cut up my flashcards crazy small. I like to save paper.
37. Taken notes from a scatter-brained teacher is incredibly difficult.
36. I always get excited when I get a good grade in math - I never have before. Then I remember I'm in dumb kid math.
35. I'm very independent... almost to a fault.
34. I used to love Oprah. Now I can't stand her. Same with Tyra. Ellen's still pretty cool though.
33. I still can't believe she's like 50.
32. I'm guilting of chewing on my pens, nails, cell phone antenna, whatever, when I'm stressed.
31. When I'm bored in Spanish, I draw floor plans on the back of last night's homework.
30. They're actually pretty good. But no, I won't be an architect - too much math (see number 36).
29. I get all excited when I see something on the news or on tv that talks about something I just learned about.
28. I really... really... like organizing and planning. Can I come clean your house for you?
27. I won't be a wedding planner either - that probably involves numbers of some sort too.
26. I'm either really hot or really cold.
25. I get in moods where I'll eat certain foods for weeks at a time. I'm currently at hot chocolate, chai tea, and salads.
24. Darkness bothers me. I like lights on.
23. I play piano for about 11-ish hours a week.
22. I love to speak in Spanish.
21. I secretly envy whoever has the baby pink pickup truck in the student parking lot.
20. I'm really bad about getting motivated to do the simplest tasks.
19. I'm one of those people that will look for the remote for 2 hours instead of getting up to change the channel. Or I'll just remember to mentally add or subtract an hour of the time instead of changing it on the clock.
18. I can't cook to save my life. My idea of cooking is putting dressing on lettuce or adding milk to cereal.
17. I'm not kidding when I say my dog ate my homework...
16. I want to move to Washington State.
15. I have a slightly unhealthy obsession with Twilight.
14. If I had a car, I don't think I'd live at home anymore.
13. I match my puppy's sweater to my outfit.
12. Don't even roll your eyes. He gets cold.
11. I really wish I knew how to sew better.
10. When I was little, I thought there were little people inside of televisions, stoplights, and computers. I never understood how they fit in laptops.
9. I'm really good at science. But I think a lot of it is just guessing.
8. I have no idea what my great grandma looks like. But I know her handwriting. I snail mail her a letter and some pictures every few months.
7. She's 95 and still running on her treadmill - she used to run on the mountain, but it's too slippery in the winter.
6. I think I'd pass out after running a block.
5. During band camp, I used my Sickle Cell as an excuse not to run the 192384720 laps everyone else had to run.
4. I love reading. But I never have any idea what to read.
3. My New Year's resolution was to finish the bible in one year. It's November and I'm only half done.
2. I'm a thinker, not a doer. I can tell you how to bake a cake, the reactions that occur, whatever, but I couldn't actually bake one myself.
1. I'm really amazed that you read all of that. Kudos to you.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Ramblings of the week
Stressed: In case end of year finals, midterms, semester exams, weekly assessments, or standardized tests weren't enough, this year we have quarterly exams too, starting Monday... I think if you can pass one test, you can pretty much pass them all.
Happy: It's starting to get cold :) Me gusta cuando fresco o frio.
Amazed: My dog's brilliant. This morning he learned what "car" means, something I haven't been working on for very long. On the way to church I didn't put him on his leash and when we came out of the elevator I told him to get in the car. He found which car was ours and sat by the door until I opened it for him. Brilliant. Brilliant's a good word - I don't use it enough.
Amused: While on the topic of my dog, I learned a few weeks ago that he hoards. While cleaning my room I found under my bed a neat pile of treats he's been given a few weeks ago. Whenever someone's in the kitchen, he goes out there too and runs back in a few minutes later with a mouthful of food to hide. Part squirrel? I went to clean his bed yesterday, and found under the cushion another pile of food that he's been saving for later. I think Nike could live locked up in my room with no food for a week and be okay...
Annoyed: Again with the dog... he keeps badgering me to play fetch with him. It's kinda funny, actually. He'll take his toy and put it on my keyboard or on my book or whatever I'm working with and keep nudging me with it until I get so annoyed I throw it across the room for him to chase. If I pretend to throw it but hide the toy, he'll look everywhere for it, and when he decides he can't find it, he'll start to whine. Yesterday I sewed back up one of his plush toys - they fall apart like nobody's business.
Ironic: But maybe Nike isn't such a genius... he barks at his own reflection in the window... That's my last comment about my pup.
Excited: Wes is going to be in Palm Coast on the 31st!!!
Double excited: Twilight the movie comes out in 33 days!
Even more excited: Relient K, TobyMac, and Family Force Five are going to be at Murray Hill Theatre (Jax) on the 14th!!!!!
Bummed: Only one more episode of Army Wives left until the season finale.
Refreshed: I've slept about 30 hours this weekend - normally I'll get 10. Friday I didn't feel like being at school so I came home and took a 5 hour nap. A few hours later I fell asleep for the night for 12 hours, then took 7 hours that night, came home from church and slept for 6, and now I'm fixing to go back to bed for the night.
Relieved: I've managed to put off my piano test for the past 4 school days... I think she's forgotten... :)
Side note: Am I the only one that almost always types "blooger" instead of "blogger" in the nav bar?
Happy: It's starting to get cold :) Me gusta cuando fresco o frio.
Amazed: My dog's brilliant. This morning he learned what "car" means, something I haven't been working on for very long. On the way to church I didn't put him on his leash and when we came out of the elevator I told him to get in the car. He found which car was ours and sat by the door until I opened it for him. Brilliant. Brilliant's a good word - I don't use it enough.
Amused: While on the topic of my dog, I learned a few weeks ago that he hoards. While cleaning my room I found under my bed a neat pile of treats he's been given a few weeks ago. Whenever someone's in the kitchen, he goes out there too and runs back in a few minutes later with a mouthful of food to hide. Part squirrel? I went to clean his bed yesterday, and found under the cushion another pile of food that he's been saving for later. I think Nike could live locked up in my room with no food for a week and be okay...
Annoyed: Again with the dog... he keeps badgering me to play fetch with him. It's kinda funny, actually. He'll take his toy and put it on my keyboard or on my book or whatever I'm working with and keep nudging me with it until I get so annoyed I throw it across the room for him to chase. If I pretend to throw it but hide the toy, he'll look everywhere for it, and when he decides he can't find it, he'll start to whine. Yesterday I sewed back up one of his plush toys - they fall apart like nobody's business.
Ironic: But maybe Nike isn't such a genius... he barks at his own reflection in the window... That's my last comment about my pup.
Excited: Wes is going to be in Palm Coast on the 31st!!!
Double excited: Twilight the movie comes out in 33 days!
Even more excited: Relient K, TobyMac, and Family Force Five are going to be at Murray Hill Theatre (Jax) on the 14th!!!!!
Bummed: Only one more episode of Army Wives left until the season finale.
Refreshed: I've slept about 30 hours this weekend - normally I'll get 10. Friday I didn't feel like being at school so I came home and took a 5 hour nap. A few hours later I fell asleep for the night for 12 hours, then took 7 hours that night, came home from church and slept for 6, and now I'm fixing to go back to bed for the night.
Relieved: I've managed to put off my piano test for the past 4 school days... I think she's forgotten... :)
Side note: Am I the only one that almost always types "blooger" instead of "blogger" in the nav bar?
Monday, October 13, 2008
Viva Las Vegas
Saturday was Homecoming :)
It was great. Me being the proactive person I am, found myself texting the world having no idea what I was going to do with my hair and makeup - Kinsey saved the day by coming over and fixing me up for 5 or 6 hours.
Before the dance the group went to Haley's house for dinner - a nice bunaglow by the sea... that's pretty much the size of every house I've lived in combined. Here's some of the girls - the guys refused to get in the picture and thought it'd be really funny to time how long to get a picture we were all somewhat satisfied with - 15 minutes.
It was fun, and I get to do it all over again next month :)
It was great. Me being the proactive person I am, found myself texting the world having no idea what I was going to do with my hair and makeup - Kinsey saved the day by coming over and fixing me up for 5 or 6 hours.
Before the dance the group went to Haley's house for dinner - a nice bunaglow by the sea... that's pretty much the size of every house I've lived in combined. Here's some of the girls - the guys refused to get in the picture and thought it'd be really funny to time how long to get a picture we were all somewhat satisfied with - 15 minutes.
It was fun, and I get to do it all over again next month :)
Monday, October 6, 2008
Creek Geek Day
Homecoming week is officially under way.
Friday started out with Stoplight Day.
Green: Single
Yellow: going to the dance in a group, or not sure if you're going
Red: Taken
Today was Creek Geek Day. Tomorrow is the traditional Twin Day and Field Night. Wednesday is Decades Day, then Thursday is Spirit Day, the pep rally and the homecoming football game.
Friday is Theme Day - our theme being "Viva Las Vegas"... the announcements went as far as to say every day for the past two weeks "NO CASUAL/TRASHY VEGAS STYLE ATTIRE WILL BE PERMITTED. ADMINISTRATION WILL TURN YOU AWAY AT THE DOOR AND NO REFUNDS WILL BE ISSUED." Funny coming from an administration that never enforces a dress code... After lunch will be the Homecoming Carnival.
Then Saturday is the dance :) I'm going to a friend's house in Port Orange for dinner and to get ready and such. I probably won't get back home until 1am - looks like I won't be at church in the morning.
Friday started out with Stoplight Day.
Green: Single
Yellow: going to the dance in a group, or not sure if you're going
Red: Taken
Today was Creek Geek Day. Tomorrow is the traditional Twin Day and Field Night. Wednesday is Decades Day, then Thursday is Spirit Day, the pep rally and the homecoming football game.
Friday is Theme Day - our theme being "Viva Las Vegas"... the announcements went as far as to say every day for the past two weeks "NO CASUAL/TRASHY VEGAS STYLE ATTIRE WILL BE PERMITTED. ADMINISTRATION WILL TURN YOU AWAY AT THE DOOR AND NO REFUNDS WILL BE ISSUED." Funny coming from an administration that never enforces a dress code... After lunch will be the Homecoming Carnival.
Then Saturday is the dance :) I'm going to a friend's house in Port Orange for dinner and to get ready and such. I probably won't get back home until 1am - looks like I won't be at church in the morning.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Dress shopping :)
I went homecoming shopping yesterday in Sanford with Teri. I'm so difficult when it comes to shopping. I narrowed it down to a red dress, and a violet one. I purchased the violet one. It's a peated babydoll with sparklies bellow the chest. Then I have Australian crystal earings and a silver necklace to match, and silver heals, and fancy sandals - nobody actually keeps their heals on all day to dance in. It's gorg. I'll post pictures eventually... when I get motivated enough to search for my camera dock.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
What was I saying
about barely any homework? I have a tendency to start slacking hardcore if I'm not being slammed with enough work. Today I got up early to do homework, do my psychology project (way to procrastinate), finish my Sunday School homework, get ready for the confrence next Saturday, and do some things around the house I didn't have time for during the week (cleaning, giving the dog a bath, laundry, etc). I don't have the instructions on what format the results form the psychology project is supposed to go in... so I'm kinda at an impasse with that. I have a Spanish test on Monday that I haven't even started to study for - maybe if I remember I'll bring my flashcards with me during the car ride tomorrow.
You know you're a nerd when you freak out because Creek Connect is down...
Last night I went to the mall to look for homecoming dresses. I found one I wanted to buy in Windsor. It was uber pretty. Of course it was the last one in my size... and of course upon bringing it to the register I find a rip in it. Great. I go on the website to see if I can order one - their shipping is 15 days, the dance was in 14. Even better. So I went to call the 1-800 number to see if they could mail me rush delivery. The office is closed until Monday. I don't think I'm meant to have that dress... So tomorrow I'm going to Sanford with some of the girls to see if my picky self can find one there.
I made salt dough with the kids on Thursday. They did amazingly well with it, especially considering Teri wasn't there. It kept them busy almost the entire night. I made two big bowls of it on both ends of the table so I wouldn't have too much "I can't see!" whining, and told them to not touch it until told - most of them did pretty well with it. Cleanup was a huge deal - beating the flour out of the chairs, scraping the hardened chunks off, washing all the play-dough toys and their little tiny crevices, cleaning up the mess in the bathroom left from washing the toys, cleaning up the chunks off the floor, vaccuuming the floor several times, washing the tables several times and finally deciding that some of the hardened peices just weren't coming off any time soon. I didn't get home until almost 10. I don't mind cleaning too much though; messes stress me out, and I find cleaning quite relaxing. I slept well. I got two of the little kids to do the dirty work of picking all the hardened peices off the floor by telling them they were "super helpers" going on an adventure to find lost treasure (the chunks). It worked well :) I was pretty impressed with them.
Flour and Salt Clay #2
Can be reused if stored properly
Ingredients:4 cups flour1 cup saltFood coloring (optional)Water2 tablespoons cooking oil (for reusable only)
Steps:
1. Mix flour and salt in a large bowl.
2. Add food coloring to water, add enough water to the flour mixture to moisten and make workable.
3. If making reusable clay, add oil to water also.
4. Model into shapes, let dry, or put into air tight containers and store in the refrigerator.
I tested the dye I had (it's the gel stuff) on my own hand to see if it would stain before I gave it to them. It was sticky (it's mostly corn syrup) and didn't come off for several washes - though I think I may have just been seeing my vein after a while that appeared to be blue / green. It might have worked, since what I put on my hand was concentrated, but I didn't think Pastor Tim would appreciate tye-dye table tops...
In World History, Tiffany, Elyce, and I put together an amazing project. One side of the posterboard we had to do a display of Ying & Yang, and the other side was Judaism, specifically the story of Abraham, using magazines.
We cut out scraps of blue to make a collage of the sky, and scraps of tan to make a collage of the sand. Then we went threw and picked out our Isaac, Ishmael, Hagar, Abraham, and Sarah. We went through Obama, both Clintons, Bush, Cheney with a rifle (there were some old magazines, back from when he had his hunting incident), and some strange looking people. We settled on an adorable old couple holding hands to play Abraham and Sarah. We had a Hagar... but she somehow got lost in our mess. We didn't have much time left, so we cut out an Amish woman holding bread. We cut out a little boy and dubbed him Isaac, but we couldn't find another one to play Ishmael. So Tiffany got the bright idea to cut out the head of a baby and glue it onto the loaf of bread in Hagar's arms. Mr. P thought it was disturbing, I thought it was hilarious. Elyce cut out "one hot momma" and "multiplies" to put over the old couple - Abraham does after all have as many children as stars in the sky. Haha. We found a large print "GOD" to put at the top, too.
Then with 4 minutes of class left to go, we flipped over the board and put together a craptastic Ying Yang with white and black magazine scraps with the help of Athena, 3 glue sticks, and Yug and Artem standing over us telling us we wouldn't have time. We had one minute to spare :) It actually didn't look too bad. I'll have to take a picture of it - especially the Judaism side, it's hilarious. I smell an A coming :)
When did it get to be 11:34pm?
You know you're a nerd when you freak out because Creek Connect is down...
Last night I went to the mall to look for homecoming dresses. I found one I wanted to buy in Windsor. It was uber pretty. Of course it was the last one in my size... and of course upon bringing it to the register I find a rip in it. Great. I go on the website to see if I can order one - their shipping is 15 days, the dance was in 14. Even better. So I went to call the 1-800 number to see if they could mail me rush delivery. The office is closed until Monday. I don't think I'm meant to have that dress... So tomorrow I'm going to Sanford with some of the girls to see if my picky self can find one there.
I made salt dough with the kids on Thursday. They did amazingly well with it, especially considering Teri wasn't there. It kept them busy almost the entire night. I made two big bowls of it on both ends of the table so I wouldn't have too much "I can't see!" whining, and told them to not touch it until told - most of them did pretty well with it. Cleanup was a huge deal - beating the flour out of the chairs, scraping the hardened chunks off, washing all the play-dough toys and their little tiny crevices, cleaning up the mess in the bathroom left from washing the toys, cleaning up the chunks off the floor, vaccuuming the floor several times, washing the tables several times and finally deciding that some of the hardened peices just weren't coming off any time soon. I didn't get home until almost 10. I don't mind cleaning too much though; messes stress me out, and I find cleaning quite relaxing. I slept well. I got two of the little kids to do the dirty work of picking all the hardened peices off the floor by telling them they were "super helpers" going on an adventure to find lost treasure (the chunks). It worked well :) I was pretty impressed with them.
Flour and Salt Clay #2
Can be reused if stored properly
Ingredients:4 cups flour1 cup saltFood coloring (optional)Water2 tablespoons cooking oil (for reusable only)
Steps:
1. Mix flour and salt in a large bowl.
2. Add food coloring to water, add enough water to the flour mixture to moisten and make workable.
3. If making reusable clay, add oil to water also.
4. Model into shapes, let dry, or put into air tight containers and store in the refrigerator.
I tested the dye I had (it's the gel stuff) on my own hand to see if it would stain before I gave it to them. It was sticky (it's mostly corn syrup) and didn't come off for several washes - though I think I may have just been seeing my vein after a while that appeared to be blue / green. It might have worked, since what I put on my hand was concentrated, but I didn't think Pastor Tim would appreciate tye-dye table tops...
In World History, Tiffany, Elyce, and I put together an amazing project. One side of the posterboard we had to do a display of Ying & Yang, and the other side was Judaism, specifically the story of Abraham, using magazines.
We cut out scraps of blue to make a collage of the sky, and scraps of tan to make a collage of the sand. Then we went threw and picked out our Isaac, Ishmael, Hagar, Abraham, and Sarah. We went through Obama, both Clintons, Bush, Cheney with a rifle (there were some old magazines, back from when he had his hunting incident), and some strange looking people. We settled on an adorable old couple holding hands to play Abraham and Sarah. We had a Hagar... but she somehow got lost in our mess. We didn't have much time left, so we cut out an Amish woman holding bread. We cut out a little boy and dubbed him Isaac, but we couldn't find another one to play Ishmael. So Tiffany got the bright idea to cut out the head of a baby and glue it onto the loaf of bread in Hagar's arms. Mr. P thought it was disturbing, I thought it was hilarious. Elyce cut out "one hot momma" and "multiplies" to put over the old couple - Abraham does after all have as many children as stars in the sky. Haha. We found a large print "GOD" to put at the top, too.
Then with 4 minutes of class left to go, we flipped over the board and put together a craptastic Ying Yang with white and black magazine scraps with the help of Athena, 3 glue sticks, and Yug and Artem standing over us telling us we wouldn't have time. We had one minute to spare :) It actually didn't look too bad. I'll have to take a picture of it - especially the Judaism side, it's hilarious. I smell an A coming :)
When did it get to be 11:34pm?
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
It's a great day to be a hawk...
Sophomore year is amazing... barely any homework. Today I was done in about an hour and 45 minutes. They weren't lying when they said tenth grade is the easiest year in IB... yet next year will be the hardest.
Progress reports came out today. Worst one ever. Ironic.
Piano - A
Psychology - A
English - B (I have no idea what she's graded... she refuses to use Creek Connect or tell us our grades)
World History - B
Chemistry - A (but is probably more like a C now...)
Spanish - A
Mathematical Analysis - B
I think / hope I might be able to raise some the B's to A's though before report cards come out.
Progress reports came out today. Worst one ever. Ironic.
Piano - A
Psychology - A
English - B (I have no idea what she's graded... she refuses to use Creek Connect or tell us our grades)
World History - B
Chemistry - A (but is probably more like a C now...)
Spanish - A
Mathematical Analysis - B
I think / hope I might be able to raise some the B's to A's though before report cards come out.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Busy work builds character...
or so says my second period psychology teacher - who is famous for busy work.
"Yeah so... today I don't have anything planned... write your vocabulary words and definitions 3 times each."
I love public education.
About a year and a half left to go before I'm applying for colleges - and I still have NO idea where I'm going or what I'm majoring in. I've narrowed it down to something in communication of some sort (since I have no mathematical skills whatsoever, and even my own blood makes me gag) - but that still leaves me with a couple thousand majors to choose from... sweet.
Thursday babysitting went pretty well, and drama-free for the most part. I'm never having children. Ever. It's great birth control.
Last night I babysat again though while friends went to two of my favorite people in the world's wedding. Paige asked why her parents were away, and I told her because they're at a friend's wedding. We ended up having a like half hour Q&A session about what a wedding is.
Paige: "What if I don't find a boy to marry me?"
Me: "You will."
Paige: "I'm never getting married."
Me: "Why?"
Paige: "Because I don't want to kiss a boy."
Then she wanted to know who Nate and Amanda are, so I showed her some pictures on their Myspaces.
Paige: "Why is she wearing a crown?"
Me: "Because she's his princess."
Paige: "Why is she his princess?"
Me: "Because he loves her."
Paige: "Oh. She's pretty. P-R-E-Y. Pretty. I wish I was like her."
It was way cute :)
Boy decided to profess his love to me last night - which still makes me crack up laughing, but then I feel bad. Poor kid. I'm not interested at all... he hasn't gotten the hint yet. Makes for a great awkward relationships - one of those ones that the chance of bowing out gracefully is -2%.
The headache took a two day vacation, but decided to come back tonight. Blah. I'm ready for a lobotomy.
"Yeah so... today I don't have anything planned... write your vocabulary words and definitions 3 times each."
I love public education.
About a year and a half left to go before I'm applying for colleges - and I still have NO idea where I'm going or what I'm majoring in. I've narrowed it down to something in communication of some sort (since I have no mathematical skills whatsoever, and even my own blood makes me gag) - but that still leaves me with a couple thousand majors to choose from... sweet.
Thursday babysitting went pretty well, and drama-free for the most part. I'm never having children. Ever. It's great birth control.
Last night I babysat again though while friends went to two of my favorite people in the world's wedding. Paige asked why her parents were away, and I told her because they're at a friend's wedding. We ended up having a like half hour Q&A session about what a wedding is.
Paige: "What if I don't find a boy to marry me?"
Me: "You will."
Paige: "I'm never getting married."
Me: "Why?"
Paige: "Because I don't want to kiss a boy."
Then she wanted to know who Nate and Amanda are, so I showed her some pictures on their Myspaces.
Paige: "Why is she wearing a crown?"
Me: "Because she's his princess."
Paige: "Why is she his princess?"
Me: "Because he loves her."
Paige: "Oh. She's pretty. P-R-E-Y. Pretty. I wish I was like her."
It was way cute :)
Boy decided to profess his love to me last night - which still makes me crack up laughing, but then I feel bad. Poor kid. I'm not interested at all... he hasn't gotten the hint yet. Makes for a great awkward relationships - one of those ones that the chance of bowing out gracefully is -2%.
The headache took a two day vacation, but decided to come back tonight. Blah. I'm ready for a lobotomy.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
1073
Hmm. So I made this blog because my other one is basically more like a diary... and filled with boring TDL's that nobody wants to read. So here you go, something mildly amusing?
By the way, 1073 spells "love"... almost, sort of. Squint, tilt your head, whatever you have to do... it's there, I promise.
My head hurts. A lot. And it's worse when I start moving. It's been pounding for three weeks as of tomorrow. My throat hurts as well, and my neck aches. I get dizzy too out of nowhere, my ears pop, and I'm very tired... the latter not being that bad, because it means I've been getting at least 5 hours of sleep a night all week (three cheers! That's a Dani First!) Normally I'm pretty sensitive to Tylenol and the like, and I'll still take children's medicine in the amount that a 10 year old would take, but this sucker isn't going away for anything. I haven't taken anything this weekend, trying to give my body a break from all of the Tylenol I've been taking just so I can function at school. For some reason my parents are anti-doctor, so that's pretty much out of the question, no matter how sick I get. I haven't had a check-up since I was in the 4th grade... that was 8 years ago? So this weekend I spent resting, hoping some relaxation would help whatever this strange head cold is, and I ended up finishing the second book in the Twlight Series, New Moon, instead of doing homework. Now it's 10pm on Sunday night and I have a Spanish test tomorrow. Senioritis?
I broke my year and a half record of not cheating on Friday. Bummer. It can be justified though... sort of...
On a lighter note... Sunday School started today! Normally I hate change, but I kind of like this new system of being split up into different individualized classes with different academics. We're doing a unit called "Countering Culture" which is interesting, because that's always been a big battle of mine; wondering how are you supposed to tell 4 billion other people that they're wrong, and you're right, when you have no more proof than they do? I've always wondered if I'd be a Bhuddist or Muslim instead if I lived in India or Saudi Arabia... Side note: I became a Christian on the 7th.
I used to ask questions... a lot of questions... nobody had any answers for me, and quite honestly, they must have been annoyed, but of course I didn't realize it at the time. There's a kid, JC, who at best I can describe him as the Official Bible Thumper of IB. He's one of two black kids in my class of IB students, and is always out to "prove" that Jesus was black; most people will say white, even more will not care (he was Middle Eastern, buddy, he's brown.) So somehow we went from a debate about the skin color of Jesus (brown), to if people who say GD or who are gay go to hell (negatory), to unforgiveable sins (denying Jesus as Lord), to who decides what an unforgiveable sin is (seriously? God), to the validity of the bible (the rest really doesn't matter until you have this one figured out). I somehow found myself pittying all the people I had sent questions to, knowing exactly what they felt like when there was a kid sitting there who just wouldn't take an answer for what it was. Long story short, I ended up offending the kid when I told him that he should check what he really believes about Jesus if he thinks he's the Savior yet doesn't forgive all sins, and JC started bringing in Pagan sources to prove his point and declared himself the "winner" of the debate... there's so many things wrong with that... just no...
I think some Spanish flash cards are calling my name...
By the way, 1073 spells "love"... almost, sort of. Squint, tilt your head, whatever you have to do... it's there, I promise.
My head hurts. A lot. And it's worse when I start moving. It's been pounding for three weeks as of tomorrow. My throat hurts as well, and my neck aches. I get dizzy too out of nowhere, my ears pop, and I'm very tired... the latter not being that bad, because it means I've been getting at least 5 hours of sleep a night all week (three cheers! That's a Dani First!) Normally I'm pretty sensitive to Tylenol and the like, and I'll still take children's medicine in the amount that a 10 year old would take, but this sucker isn't going away for anything. I haven't taken anything this weekend, trying to give my body a break from all of the Tylenol I've been taking just so I can function at school. For some reason my parents are anti-doctor, so that's pretty much out of the question, no matter how sick I get. I haven't had a check-up since I was in the 4th grade... that was 8 years ago? So this weekend I spent resting, hoping some relaxation would help whatever this strange head cold is, and I ended up finishing the second book in the Twlight Series, New Moon, instead of doing homework. Now it's 10pm on Sunday night and I have a Spanish test tomorrow. Senioritis?
I broke my year and a half record of not cheating on Friday. Bummer. It can be justified though... sort of...
On a lighter note... Sunday School started today! Normally I hate change, but I kind of like this new system of being split up into different individualized classes with different academics. We're doing a unit called "Countering Culture" which is interesting, because that's always been a big battle of mine; wondering how are you supposed to tell 4 billion other people that they're wrong, and you're right, when you have no more proof than they do? I've always wondered if I'd be a Bhuddist or Muslim instead if I lived in India or Saudi Arabia... Side note: I became a Christian on the 7th.
I used to ask questions... a lot of questions... nobody had any answers for me, and quite honestly, they must have been annoyed, but of course I didn't realize it at the time. There's a kid, JC, who at best I can describe him as the Official Bible Thumper of IB. He's one of two black kids in my class of IB students, and is always out to "prove" that Jesus was black; most people will say white, even more will not care (he was Middle Eastern, buddy, he's brown.) So somehow we went from a debate about the skin color of Jesus (brown), to if people who say GD or who are gay go to hell (negatory), to unforgiveable sins (denying Jesus as Lord), to who decides what an unforgiveable sin is (seriously? God), to the validity of the bible (the rest really doesn't matter until you have this one figured out). I somehow found myself pittying all the people I had sent questions to, knowing exactly what they felt like when there was a kid sitting there who just wouldn't take an answer for what it was. Long story short, I ended up offending the kid when I told him that he should check what he really believes about Jesus if he thinks he's the Savior yet doesn't forgive all sins, and JC started bringing in Pagan sources to prove his point and declared himself the "winner" of the debate... there's so many things wrong with that... just no...
I think some Spanish flash cards are calling my name...
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