I am so non-confrontational. I like to sometimes entertain the thought that I am confrontational, but I always know that I'm just fooling myself. I'll find myself thinking: "next time I talk to _____, I'm going to tell them exactly how I feel, I don't care how mad they get." But then I never have the guts to follow through. Story of my life. Like today, for example, at the bank. I was in the lane where you get to send the shuttle thing or whatever through the tube, and there was a big van in the other lane so I couldn't see the girl. And I think there was only one girl working. So I sent over a check that I wanted to deposit in my checking account, planning to tell her that I wanted to do so. But she wasn't paying attention and didn't talk to me, so she just cashed it without asking. I was frustrated, but I didn't really want to be a bother so I just drove off. I mean, I guess I needed the cash anyways. See, that's what I mean. I can always find reasons why I'm in the wrong, and I have an extreme phobia of being a difficult customer. Because what makes the person on the other side any worse than me? She's just a person, doing her job. It's not my job to make them have a bad day. The thing is, I build up my argument in my brain and I have really good arguments for my side. I just hate actually saying them. It makes me feel bad. Which is why I feel meaner than I actually appear most of the time. Weird.

I have to turn in my Duke and Stanford Essays. Tomorrow. And the Robertson Scholarship. Tomorrow. And I have to write a total of 800 words in essays for that one, including a description of activities I've participated in. Aaaah!

am i dreaming?!?!!

i watched the proverbial sunrise...

coming up over the pacific and
you might think i'm losing my mind,
but i
will shy
away from the specifics.


that's been stuck in my head all day. i heart relient K so much. even when i thought i would get sick of it from listening to it so much, i still love it every time i hear it. mmhmm. what an appropriate title! it's like a satisfied feeling, which is what i get when i listen to their cd. that happened with john mayer's title for "heavier things." i was describing it and i was like "it's like room for squares, except a little... heavier." craziness.

i'm looking forward to change. it seems that that's been the theme of things around me lately- change. as they say,

if we don't change, we don't grow. if we don't grow, we aren't really living.

hmm. i'm looking forward to having new and different experiences to add to the ones i've already had, like in college and stuff. i want to be full of interesting events and circumstances that make me an interesting and colorful personality. does that make sense? like i really can't wait to study abroad. i feel like travel is going to be very vital to making my life interesting and fun. i want to be able to look back on my life and be happy with what i did and i want to be glad that i never settled for complacency or boredom. i also want to meet a lot of cool people and be friends with them. i don't think i could ever be in a job that was in an office, i just wouldn't be able to stand it. i need variety like i need water, i think. this is making me excited about my life. sometimes i need that excitement to make me feel nice.

now i'm feeling contented.

happy thanksgiving! 

i think so too, whats-her-face. oh, the GSW memories.  

bop-it is an obsession. and i look weird in this picture.  

do it the same but, uh, better.

Umm I thought I had something to blog about but then I forgot what I was going to say.

Oh, yeah. Now I remember. I was going to do one of those "update on my life" posts, but I got totally out of the mood.

I don't like society's definition of things. Like society's definition of "dating" is so weird to me. It is all too awkward and forced and weird. Like, people think that they have to follow some unwritten rules of dating that tell them what order to go in and how fast to get everything done. Worrying about what people think makes me second guess everything I do all the time, and I'm getting tired of it. It's really tiring. Also, trying to find reason in everything is tiring. I've gotten into this bad habit of overanalyzing everything. I need to just let things happen without worrying about them. That sounds like a good idea.

I think that I thought I had more to say on that subject in my head, but I can't remember it. Maybe I just can't voice my thoughts. Weird.

Thanksgiving is tomorrow!

And so it has begun. The time of year when I can no longer stroll through my parents' bedroom because it is filled with Christmas goodies. Why don't you just go in and peek at your presents, since you know where they are? you might ask. Well, because that ruins all the fun. So what if I know where it is? I still want to be surprised on Christmas. Most of the fun is the surprise. I'm leaving my gifts totally up to chance this year, I haven't made a list and the one thing I asked for is apparently out of circulation in the Christmas present department, which boggles my mind a little. I thought the whole point of Christmas presents was to get something that you wouldn't normally be able to buy/afford. Apparently my life has been ruined by fairness. Since Jill and Charlotte had to save up for an iPod, if I want one I'll have to save up. Unless, of course, I go to Duke and they give me one. What's even more weird is that my mom has an idea for a present for me. I really have no clue what it could be. Which makes me even more excited for Christmas. I can't wait to break out the CD's after Thanksgiving. Even though it's not an official rule of the holidays, I always wait until after Thanksgiving to listen to Christmas CDs. It makes it more fun, and it controls the Holiday intake. If I start listening to Christmas songs before Thanksgiving, my mind will just skip right on by turkey day, which is not what I want to do at all. Thanksgiving is so fun. This year's will be a little different, though, because we aren't going to CA. I love hanging out with the extended family over this holiday, but I think my dad is on call this year or something.

Crap. I'm typing really fast. I forgot that I'm not supposed to have caffeine on school nights. They need to put caffeine-free Dr. Pepper in wide circulation. Because I love Dr. Pepper, and if it's there, I drink it. So now I am just typing only slightly less fast than I am thinking. Things pop into my head and I write them down. I have also been fervently knitting. Geez, I have so many things to type about but I want to save them for later. Oh, forget that. I'm just going to write about them until I get tired.

I got to babysit for the cutest kids last night; they are really smart. Like when I told the second grader that I had a swim meet on Monday, he asked me if I was "going to eat a lot of nutritious foods." They were very interactive and active, like instead of zoning out on TV, they would ask me questions about stuff. Like if I could do like 100 or so addition or subtraction problems in 30 seconds. The little one, a preschooler, was talking non-stop. It wasn't fast or hyper talking, just a continuous conversation. It was really cute. I think those kids are going to be smart kids, like I want my kids to be like them. Like I was confused as to how to change the diaper of one of them, because he was slightly older and I wasn't sure of where to actually do it, but the kids were like "yeah, sometimes they just change it on his bed. you'll need some wipes, let me go get some for you." It was so awesome. So yeah. That was fun times. And I earned 22 dollars. And some compliments, something about me being "poised" and "smart." And they were joking around with me about colleges, adding there two cents about where I was applying. The dad was disappointed when he heard I wasn't applying to Davidson. Oh, dads and your colleges.

I've been reading xangas of the randomest people lately, and I find that they are more accounts of every day events than actually reflecting on things. My blog always sinks into the routine of just telling what happened, but usually I at least add some of my comments or feelings on the events. And if I haven't blogged in a while I'll give a brief synopsis of my life. Speaking of my life, it's going good. Really good. This week (starting this past Friday and lasting until next Sunday, hopefully) is/is going to be the best week ever. I can just feel it. I mean, so far it is freakin awesome. Like I can't even... yeah. After this huge Calculus test, I'll be home free. Oh yeah, and possibly after the swim meet, because I have to swim the 500 free and the 100 breast. I'm going to be tired. But whateva. Hmm. So, yeah.

The end.

so I took a brief respite from blogging. But now I am back! What has happened since Tuesday? A lot!

I tripped (wiped out, haha) in a hole outside of Eric and Kristin's house on Wednesday right before school, and I have some nasty abrasions and a hematoma that is turning into a bruise now. It is gross. I couldn't really use my hands on Wednesday and Thursday to like wash my hair and stuff because of the scrapes, but they're pretty well scabbed up now, you'll be glad to hear. I had the hardest time trying to get the dirt out of my scrapes. Bodnar wanted to pour alcohol on my hand to kill the bacteria, but alcohol burning my cuts was the last thing I wanted to do. After a few agonizing moments, I gave into the peer pressure. It burned and it didn't really get the dirt out and my dad told me that alcohol doesn't even kill bacteria. But it only hurt for like a couple minutes afterwards. The hematoma on my forearm looks horrible. I didn't even know it was there until I took off my jacket and I saw that my arm was all swollen. It doesn't really hurt that much, I just can't rest on it or anything. Also, because I landed on my arm or something, my muscles hurt in my arm. It hurts to turn doorknobs and snap my fingers and stuff. Which is kind of random. It's weird, because I haven't totally wiped out like that since like second grade or something.

Last night I drove down to Charlotte to go to see Slushie play at Tremont. It was a ton of fun. Slushie rocked out, as always... Tillman even dedicated a song (Forever Goodnight) to me!!! Oh, goodness. It was a great night. I got to meet the band Sugar Glyder... the guitarist looks like Willy Wonka, no kidding. Perhaps I shouldn't have told him that... haha. It was fun hanging out and listening to the bands and hanging out some more. It was also fun watching the mosh pits, which were hilarious (at least to me). I spent the night at Kristin's house- where we watched some of Kill Bill and then went to bed because we were so freakin tired. I was really glad that I didn't get lost at any point in time in my driving. I drove like 200 some miles within 24 hours. Weird. It was the first time I've been to Charlotte by myself, and it was very fun.

Oh yeah, and yesterday I got my SAT scores back, which put me in a good mood. Yesterday was just an overall really good day. I think this weekend will be an overall good weekend, because It's only half over! Amazing.

oh, julie.

Lucy, my dog, is an awesome dog. She's like a 3 year old all the time. My parents talk to her as if she were a human- "Lucy, how many times have I told you not to sit behind that chair? I get mad at you every time you sit there and you're always in everybody's way. Go sit in your office." or- "Lucy, you can open the door if you want to. It's open- see? Just push it with your nose or something. I'm not kidding!" Another funny thing that she does is talk when you ignore her. If everybody is watching TV or something, she'll start groaning and she'll put her paw on my lap. If you ignore her again, she'll also put her other paw up. Then she'll put half of her body and, if you're lucky, her entire body on your lap. She gets really jealous if you show affection to anybody other than her. Then she'll get all indignant and throw a pity party for herself on her dog bed, pushing it against the wall. It's funny. She also answers to anything ending in "ooey", especially Julie. I will be calling her Julie and Kate will simultaneously be calling her Lucy and she'll come to me first. It's really funny.

Today, when I came home from swimming, she was out of her invisible fence so I was trying to coax her across. She misread my coaxing and jumped in my car and sat down in the passenger seat. I laughed and she jumped out, but then I didn't mind taking her in so I told her to get back in. She sat down in the backseat and I took off her shocker-collar and drove her in. Then I opened the door for her but she insisted on jumping out of my door. She is such a spaz.

look, mom- no cavities!

Going to the dentist makes me feel so vulnerable. I am allowing someone into a place that nobody usually sees. It's weird. The whole time I'm in there I feel awkward and like I look silly. But then, when I think about it, I bet the hygenist would feel just as awkward if I had to look in her mouth. You can tell a lot about a person by their teeth. Well, I guess you can just tell a lot about their hygiene. It was overall a weird feeling. I think it was personifying my current emotional state of being. I mean, I can find the most random representations for things, I'm good at finding those conceits (I should be a metaphysical poet!). I just felt like I don't feel comfortable exposing my emotions because I'm afraid of the reaction. Just like I don't feel comfortable exposing my teeth to the dentist because I'm afraid of the reaction. Will I have a cavity? Will I be rejected? You have to admit, they are kind of similar. Also, I haven't been to the dentist in like a year and a half because I missed one a long time ago. I got out of the habit. I never got into the habit of sharing my emotions, but it still counts because I'm out of the habit. If I really searched, I bet I could keep finding these random comparisons. I think it's just an easier way of saying what I really feel. Comic relief. Or something.

Why am I so randomly obsessed with emotions lately?

I think I hold my emotions on a tight reign so that they don't get out of control and so that nobody can take the reigns away from me. I'm not sure if that's a good thing. But I don't really know because I've never had an emotionally trying experience.

I think that I don't want to talk emotions any more. It takes me like 10 minutes to write one sentence, which is weird. I'll talk about something else.

But I don't know what to talk about.

I was very productive today! I think I'm pretty much done with my Duke app, I just need to finalize some stuff next weekend after I get my SAT scores back. I think I need to write some more essays. Essay writing isn't that hard for me, maybe because I'm used to writing the way I think in this thing. I don't worry about sounding all proffessional because that's not who I am at all, and I don't want to be accepted to a place that thinks I'm something I'm not.

I've been thinking about my future a lot lately. What will I end up doing? I'm glad that I have college to decide. I think that going into college with little to no direction is going to be very fun. I'll get to explore all the ideas. I was thinking about it, and it would be really cool to have a PhD, but I don't want to write a dang 100 page thesis. Unless I really liked what I was writing about. It would suck if I started writing and then realized that I didn't like what I was doing. If I really enjoyed the topic, I could really see myself getting the degree. Which is weird to me. That would mean a whole lot of years dedicated to education, and I don't know if I'm ready to think about that kind of thing. I really just want to do something fun with my life. I just don't know what that is yet.

i like blogging.

and it's funny how you find you enjoy your life...

... when you're happy to be alive.


songs make me, emma jane refvem, one very happy girl.

Last night was a funny one, let me tell you. I went out on the town by myself, mainly because I didn't want to go to the football game in the rain and Kate didn't want to be social with me.

So I went to the Good Life because Cleve and Jerry recommended the guitar player that was supposed to be playing. Turns out that guy got sick or something, but the guy that filled in was ok, I guess. There was one time when he was recording himself and then playing it back and recording more and playing it back while the other stuff was playing... maybe it's called sampling or something. Jerry told me about how Howie Day did that at his show at Ziggy's. The show that I wish I could have attended. So anyways, at the show, that Brett Hunter guy came up to me. Brett Hunter is that film maker guy who is local but has a fake british accent, maybe you know him, he was in the newspaper one time. He came up and sat down next to me and said "Do I know you from somewhere? Are you local?" Talk about the oldest pick up line in the book. I immediately recognized his cheeziness and didn't let myself be fooled. He said something about how he dared this guy to drink some Texas Pete but the guy would only do it if Brett got me to step outside with him. I kinda didn't know how to refuse, and I was in the mood for adventure, and the guitar player guy wasn't that great, so I went outside. I was getting a little creeped out because he was like "I just have to go get the Texas Pete in my office down the street" and I was just picturing all those lifetime movies or oprah episodes where the girl was gullible enough to follow the guy and end up in a situation that would grant her appearance on such shows, but I felt pretty confident that I could take him if he tried to beat me up or anything because I was considerably taller than he was. So when he actually came out with the Texas Pete, I was relieved. Mostly because I kinda thought it was all a hoax. Haha. But then I just thought it was a funny experience because he kept trying to make conversation when we were back at the coffee shop, but I was kinda paying attention to the guitar player. I also thought it was funny because I think that if that whole thing had happened to me like 2 years ago I would be freaked out and probably think he really liked me and I should like anyone who hits on me or something, but I was laughing in the back of my mind the whole time because I could see some girl actually responding to his cheeziness. It was just funny.

Then I went to Blockbuster to rent Almost Famous because I've never seen it. As soon as I walked in the door, Matt Graunke came up to me and pulled me aside and asked if I had any sharp objects with which to pop a balloon. I got my keys out and popped it in his earpiece, I think he was trying to make the girl with the other earpiece deaf or something. Then Bryan Belcher came up and hit him on the head with a DVD case and they started talking about Halo 2. Even though they didn't say it, I knew it was what they were talking about. I don't even play video games except mario kart but even I know that Halo 2 is the biggest thing to come out recently. I guess that shows how big it is. Anyways. And then Jimmy Hawks came up to our little gathering. It was like a mini, early-years-of-high-school reunion for me. It was fun times.

Then I went home and watched Almost Famous and it was good.

And that was my night.

I just thought I'd post before school, which is weird. I have like 10 extra minutes! I guess I just woke up on the right side of my REM cycle this morning... because I definitely went to bed at like 12:15 last night. The concert was awesome! The bands were on a mission to out "thank-you" each other. They were very grateful emo rockers. I have to go to school now, but I'll post later. Just wanted to say good morning!

i need a haircut.

whoa. my mind is freaking me out.

School is like some weird substance that I let flow into my brain, but usually I let it flow right back out. It feels like something is stopping up the drain pipe in my brain and it's getting all stopped up. The school isn't leaking out enough, so everything is getting mixed up. I can't think straight. The excess school has shut off certain switches in my brain that normally tell me to stop looking at random people's xanga's and to go do my homework. It shuts off the switch that tells me that I really need to practice piano for longer than 15 minutes. It shuts off the part of my brain that judges the amount of time I need to spend on certain tasks. It's freaking me out. Because of the buildup, I can't learn things properly. If I really think about it, I barely have a grasp on what we're doing in calculus. I can do it if I just do what she tells me and don't think about it. But I want to know it really well. That's the problem- I can't do things really well if I'm doing so many things. The thing is- I'm not really doing that many things. I don't know. I'm confused.

I don't like feeling like I do right now. I feel insignificant, awkward, trampled upon, the victim of irrational rules, not cool, insecure, weird, teenaged. It's hit an all time weird level when I feel like a poser when thinking about buying the new relient K CD. If anyone is not a poser of relient K, it's me. I really think this whole "poser" idea is loser. It makes me feel weird to think about being a poser, so I'm not going to think anyone is a poser about music. Because then it's like certain made up stereotypical groups of people own certain genres. It's weird and I'm officially retiring it from my train of thought.

I wish things weren't so weird. I don't know when they'll get un-weird. I really hope it is Friday, after a random holiday from school. I think I need the day to get caught up in my brain. I just need to get caught up and then settle down and stop being so weird.

I don't know where I'd be if I couldn't articulate my feelings on my faithful blog. It is a very theraputic practice. But I still feel kinda crappy and like I'm losing my academic grip.

But I don't really feel that crappy. I just feel selfish or something. That's what's been on my mind lately. I feel ridiculously selfish. It's weird. I don't like it one bit. Like everything is centered around me, but not obviously. Like it's not blatent or anything, and I'm not sure how prevalent it really is, but it's there and it bothers me.

I need a vacation. I need someone to talk to all the time to work out my randomness. I guess, in a way, I'm talking to the blog. But that's just it- it's inatimate. Making me look crazy. Whatever.

I've been typing too long.

holy cow!!! talk about making my whole day... make that week!!! i must purchase this CD like now. 

knitting = kabbalah

There's nothing like trying on old prom dresses and favorite outfits to make a girl feel pretty. Umm humm. After feeling frumpy all day (due to the SAT... last one ever, halleluiah) I decided to try on my prom dress because my mom was getting ready for some ball. It looks better on me this year than it did last year. Even though it's like only six months difference. Still, it made me happy. I also tried on the cutest shirt I've ever owned, purchased at Target at an earlier date. Holy cow, I love that thing. I'm wearing it on Thursday night; who cares if it is winter? I'll just wear a jacket or something over it. And I also tried on what I'm wearing to church tomorrow, though I didn't know it was what I was going to wear until after I tried it on. It is very hippie-chic. Accentuated by my chacos. And my earrings. Well, I guess every single part of my outfit contributed to the overall look.

On the way up to Alleghany for the SAT, I listened to Bob Dylan. (I got a collection of his songs because Will recommended his stuff. I mean, I've heard a lot of it before. I like collections like that. I now have a Simon and Garfunkel Collection, a Paul Simon Collection, and a Bob Dylan collection. Way cool.) The sun was shining, the fall colors were out... it was a really nice drive. I'm so glad I got to drive up the mountain instead of on the highway down to Winston. The mountains make me think of Cheerio, especially because I took almost the same route to get to Alleghany that I would to get to Cheerio. It is a really simple drive to both places.

Holy cow. The Incredibles was incredible. Creekside Cinemas is freakin' awesome. The seats rock back and forth, there are like a billion theaters, the hand dryers have turbo jets... you get the picture. Charlotte and I had a lot of fun going to see that movie. I think we kept laughing about it all the way home.

I've had a really good day.

Now I'm going to go knit while watching TV, even though I should be doing college apps. I will do one essay a night until they are done. That sounds like a plan. Why did I choose the schools with all the dang essays?

Oh how I love little survey-ish things that I find on the the xangas of GSW friends. Here goes nothing!


Thirteen random things you like:
01) the smell of my dad's old corolla
02) sleeping on a hammock
03) knitting
04) grilled cheese sandwiches
05) Camp Cheerio and all that surrounds it
06) sleeping in
07) not having deadlines looming over my head
08) listening to live music
09) cool t-shirts
10) Young Life
11) joking around
12) having intelligent discussions
13) writing in my blog.

Twelve random movies:
01) zoolander
02) waiting for guffman
03) 13 going on 30
04) monty python (holy grail)
05) shrek 2
06) honey (ha ha ha)
07) 16 candles
08) the breakfast club
09) st. elmo's fire
10) pretty in pink
11) bottle rocket
12) 10 things i hate about you

Eleven good bands/artists:
01) relient K
02) rooney
03) switchfoot
04) ginny owens
05) nickel creek
06) paul simon/simon and garfunkel
07) jump, little children
08) howie day
09) slushie
10) the flaming lips
11) the postal service

Ten things about you ... physically:
01) i'm 5'10"
02) i have red hair
03) i have brown eyes
04) my second toe is longer than my big toe
05) i haven't shaved my legs since labor day and don't plan to until states for swimming, and i like it
06) i have big hands & long fingers
07) my nose is the perfect shape for holding up a spoon for prolonged periods of time
08) i'm currently 2 pounds underweight
09) i have freckles
10) i had 5 wisdom teeth at one point


Nine good friends:
01) maggie
02) nancy
03) ashley
04) audra
05) sami
06) courtney
07) tillman
08) brad
09) mckenzie

Eight favorite foods/drinks:
01) grilled cheese
02) goldfish
03) barbecue
04) pizza hut four-for-all
05) mac and cheese
06) chocolate milk
07) sprite/sierra mist/7-up
08) V8 splash

Seven things you wear daily:
01) my birks
02) earrings
03) a bra
04) underwear
05) contacts
06) a cool purse (does that count?)
07) socks

Six things that annoy you:
01) my car
02) my family
03) schoolwork, tests, etc.
04) when people use the wrong punctuation?
05) bad grammar
06) fake people

Five things you touch everyday:
01) my car
02) myself (no, not like that, asswipe) *nice one, hannah
03) my nalgene
04) pens/pencils
05) my snooze button

Four shows you watch:
01) joan of arcadia
02) csi (las vegas, the original)
03) gilmore girls
04) law and order (all of them.)


Three celebrities you have a crush on:
01) jake gyllenhaal
02) napoleon dynamite
03) gideon yago


Two things you have kissed:
01) my parents/grandparents (goodnight kisses)
02) ... :-(


One person you can live your whole life with:
01) i've got nothin for this one. so i'm going to get really cheezy and say Jesus. it's true- but i hate being cheezy like that. putting "Jesus" for a survey answer seems... cheezy. i just said cheezy like 3 times. make that 4.


comment!

Rectangular Magic Calculus Room of Terror!

9. Emma was a very naughty girl this year, always talking in AP Calculus class!!! Santa Claus was very disappointed in her, so he filled her cylindrical Christmas stocking with his magic powdered coal. Her cylindrical stocking is 12 inches high and 6 inches in diameter. The stocking fills at a rate of 5 cubic inches per minute. At what rate is the height of the coal in the stocking changing when the height is 8 inches?


Oh man. That calculus test was full of laughs. I was excited that I had a question dedicated to me. Too bad I got it wrong! Silly me. I forgot that the radius was constant. I was really out of it on this test, because I couldn't remember anything that I did on the test at all. I didn't know if I was going to do well because I couldn't remember anything about it whatsoever. Weird. It freaked me out a lot. Just like the time my calculus reading voice in my head messed up. Talk about weird.

the Kerry-scarf, looking sad in the trash can. Although I'm really not throwing it away, I just thought it was good symbolism. or something. 

vote for pedro! 

In order to show the good readers of this blog that I am taking this whole idea of suggestions seriously, I will- as Tillman suggested- blog about cans of worms. Bet you didn't see that one coming. Mwa ha ha ha.

So. Cans of worms, eh? I've had experiences with cans of worms, let me tell you. At Cheerio one time, I had to teach fishing. That's right- fishing. Some of you veterans may be thinking: "but this is impossible! they took all the fish out of the lake, consequently letting the frog population run rampant!" This is true, but I was assigned to teach it before they made that really random and hilarious decision. Since the fishing department at Camp Cheerio probably gets 0% of the budget, we weren't privileged enough to have cans of worms. We had to find our own- which scared me because I've never actually found a worm when I've set out to find one. So the task was daunting, but my co-counselor and I embarked upon it with vigorous enthusiasm. (because, as we all know, a cheerio camper is always enthusiastic. someone once said that nothing great has ever been achieved without enthusiasm.) Much to my surprise, I found worms- and lots of them! It was awesome. The only thing to worry about now was actually fishing. I would say that about 25% of the worms we caught actually made it onto the hooks, and of those, 50% fell in the water before a fish could get on, and of the ones that actually stayed on, no fish were caught. It wasn't that successful, but it was kinda fun. I can't remember why I had to teach fishing- I think it was on CIT-IT day for CREW. That sounds about right.

On the topic of worms in general, our fellow classmate (and "town-proclaimer") McKenzie ingested more than his fair share of worms at Windy Gap the weekend before last. When he had to get up in front of the crowd and spit a worm as far as he could, he did it like it was no big deal. He was playing with the worm when it was in his mouth, pulling it out, pushing it back in, being ridiculous. Then he spit it the furthest, and it hung out on the ground in the hay for a good minute or so. He got it back, wiped it off, and swallowed it. Holy cow. Then he ate one while we were waiting to go into club later that weekend. Wait- maybe he and Eric just spit them back and forth at each other. I think that's what they did.

hasta luego! keep your comments and suggestions coming.