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Today Physics was phun. And phunny. We laughed, we cried, we made phun of people, we studied rephraction... you know, good old physical phun. I discovered that Wilson, Tom Hanks' sidekick in Cast Away, was phriends with a physicist named Snell. I discovered that the reason I haven't been able to spear that elusive phish in the water was because it is physics-ly impossible. The phish has phooled us! Spelling things with ph is hecka cool. Know it, use it, love it. That's all, pholks!

Today at YLS (Youth Leadership Surry) I learned about 4 important things.

1) I really do not want to go into the medical field because everybody seems to be pressuring me to do so.
2) I really don't know my way around Surry County
3) I live ridiculously close to Camp Cheerio
4) People saying "n kay" all the time is hecka annoying

I went up to Elkin, where I passed by the Theater and Theo's where I spent some good times this summer. It was such a clashing of two worlds. My school world and my utopic Camp world. I wish I lived far away. Camp is for the summer, to be savored. When you see it again, it doesn't feel right. Also, it makes me sad that I can't be a counselor this summer. Hopefully I will be able to come the summer after this one, but you never know. Sad.

The entire day was, shall we say, BORING. One lady talked for about 2 hours about how there is a nursing shortage in the US. I don't care about that kind of stuff. I want to be a marine biologist and be in the peace corps and live in Ecuador and study the life on the Galapagos. I don't want to prick people with needles and have to deal with complaining people all day. So I decided to be productive and make something with our paper handouts. I ended up with a box full of folded up "envelopes" that looked hecka tight. The girl who said "n kay" all the time also couldn't spell and had an unfortunate sense of humor. She couldn't spell because her box was labled "food modles". Ummm... modLEs? how bout modELs. I mean, obviously you had to go to school... maybe you should've learned to spell while you were at it. I say she had an unfortunate sense of humor because she said things that she thought were supposed to be funny, and we only laughed out of sympathy. Well, at least I did. But I do respect her because aparently she went from being muy gordo to being quite petite. Kudos.

So that was my day in a nutshell. Ahh... get me out of this nutshell. Right... see ya on the flip side folks...

Haikus from the free time in Anatomy yesterday:

biology class
nothing can be more boring
what else can we do?

Christmas is coming
we'd better go deck those halls
yay for yule-tide cheer

the birthday pig says
have your cake and eat it too
Hey! happy birthday.

leeches are quite gross
those bloodsucking parasites
get them off of me!!!

Mt. Airy: Hot now!
Fresh krispy kreme rocks my world
wow I love donuts!

Today was quite a good day. I had to wake up early so I could go to school to study for Anatomy and Spanish. And of course, it's hoodie Monday, which is hecka tight anyway. It was such a beautiful morning. I didn't feel too cold or too hot or too anything. It was perfectly comfortable. I loved it. Then we had a test in Spanish, but I got to study some more for Biology with the left over time. Then I took the Anatomy test which was ridiculously easy. I was glad but annoyed all at the same time. Then the rest of the day progressed in normal fashion. Another small thing that made such a difference was my hair. It's true what they say about good hair days. They make you feel good. My hair was down to begin with, but hoodies and semi-long hair don't mesh well. So I put it up in a loose ponytail. It curled in perfectly and was just the greatest ponytail ever. Maybe you don't understand, but then again, maybe you do. Anyway... Then I came home and watched Recess. Boy, I love that show. A lot. After that was the swim meet which was stress free after I swam the 50 free, because I have already qualified for states in breast. And then there was YL which was fun times. So all in all 'twas a grand day. Muy bueno. Bedeebedeebedeee..... That's all folks!

Whoa there, 2 days in a row!!! I'm gettin back in the groove!!!

Little known fact: I love studying. I adore it. Why is it little known? Because 'taint true. Sorry to break it to you. I really hate studying when the only preparation for the test has been two, count em two, worksheets on the subject. No notes, no explaination from the teacher, just two worksheets. Oh yeah, and a funny little video made by the same guys who do my SAT review cd rom thing. Those silly geese. Still, our fair teacher Bodnar has been out all week and just randomly gives us a test on Monday. Yay!!! I loathe Monday tests because you have to get all of your other work done that you didn't do because you were relaxin to the maxin. Tuesday tests are the bomb, because if you're on the ball, you study Sunday night and then review in class and then get another night to study! Mainly I'm writing this because I don't want to devote the 45 minutes it will take to ace this test. But, I'd better not say that because then people will get mad that their study habits are all screwed up and they study for 3 hours and still get a 57. Not my fault guys! Get over it! Sorry for that short bit of ranting there. So now I'll go study the cardiovascular system. Yay... that sure gets me pumped up... haha... get it? pumped up? the heart pumps? Well, at least I got it. Alright. That's enough elipses... I guess I'll be bejeezin it!

I didn't know it was possible to sleep for 13.5 hours... wait... I mean I didn't know I could sleep for 13.5 hours. But it happened. Amazing. I love sleep! Weekends involve sleep! Therefore... I love weekends!!!

Whoa... I think I'm going through music withdrawl. I had a slight smack in the face with music yesterday and early today, and it made me realize how much I missed it. I don't have a class where I am bombarded with music at all this semester. Yesterday I had piano lessons, and Jill showed me my all district piece, and this morning Brad, Anthony, and I were discussing music in Espanol. We weren't speaking Espanol, we were in the class... Right. I realized that last year was jam packed with music. I had concert band and APMT right next to each other. And piano lessons. It was so great. Now there is only piano and oboe practice. I must get myself back into the music loop so I don't go through this awful withdrawl again. Aahhh!!! 'Tis hard to describe the feeling. It is like there is something missing. Like I should be doing music but I am not. I don't know. I guess that's why I get so much enjoyment out of Paul Simon's pieces that have all those instrumental parts. Well... enough band-geek-esque reminiscing about music... time for beddy bye!

Studying US History makes me feel insignificant. It crushes all of my blissfully naive thoughts about the world. Now, studying the picture, it seems as if all I am is dust in the wind. Is that a song? I think it is. Anyway. It makes me feel as if I'm just nobody. But then I realize, why do I wan't to go through life thinking like that? I don't. So I won't. I am important, thank you very much. I happen to think that this world wouldn't be the same without me. So there. Take that, US History. Forget the past, I'm livin in the present. It is way more fun. That's that. Hah.

I used to think that I liked all kinds of music. I guess I was wrong. I was listening to the radio today and it dawned on me. I don't really like "pop"-ish music. I like less catchy things. Or maybe I like catchy things just not so... fake... I guess. I don't quite know. But I do know that I like: Relient K, Simon and Garfunkel, Paul Simon, Fountains of Wayne, and some other random songs. Paul Simon makes me so happy. Even though his songs aren't all happy, they are all just so good. I guess that's what you get from a greatest hits album. That was the most solid investment I've made in a long while. I just can't explain how much I love Paul Simon. Relient K, too. They are awesome. Even though a lot of their songs sound the same, I still like it. APMT (a part mint)(AP music theory) has made me appreciate good chord progressions. I am playing a song in piano... it's a Chopin Prelude... boy, talk about some melancholy chord progressions. It almost brings tears to my eyes it is so mournful. Its funny... because I liked chord progressions before APMT, but they just have a whole new meaning after studying them for a while. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love music because it brings out so many emotions. What can I say... I'm a music geek! yay!!!

wow. writers block. major case of writers block. maybe if i keep on typing it will all of a sudden go away. maybe if i keep writing without any capitals i will get an idea. maybe not. i feel sorry for our poor old city schools. we never get any money. i soudned all informed today because i heard from my sister and my mom that mt. airy city schools might become apart of the county schools. then mrs. george got on the announcements and told everybody that it was a vicious rumor. boy isn't that great. makes me seem really cool. anyways. nothing to do, nothing to say. okey dokey, that must be all. hasta luego.

I feel sorry for Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey. I really do. Do they know that we are laughing at them, not with them? Everybody makes fun of Jessica. Baby this and baby that. And of course you can't forget that whole chicken of the sea thing. Maybe it is some publicity stunt, but I still feel so bad. They should do themselves a favor and quit the show. Although I must admit, it is kind of funny at times. I just wanted to say that. There. Consider yourselves warned, you two!

small post today. yay!

I have now entered the phase in my life where my hair will no longer be soft and will break off easier. All of this courtesy of chlorine. Swim season is so great, but not at the beginning. My body is out of shape. My hair, my muscles, my lungs, my brain, everything. But it shall soon pass, and I will welcome a new season with open arms. Our first meet is a week from Monday. Lovely. Hopefully I will be able to work hard enough so I don't embarass myself. Swimming is a monumental improvement over volleyball, which is not hard. It is amazing how different the two really are. I think I work harder in swimming but because it is enjoyable, it goes by quicker. Anyways... on to bigger and better things, I say.

Halloween is tomorrow, but I cannot dress up for school. Our principal came on the intercom at 3:06 and said that "students should not wear halloween costumes tomorrow". That makes me so mad. I was going to wear a blonde afro and wear bellbottom pants and be a disco diva. Now my plans are foiled and I must go to school in blue and white. Great. woo hoo, go bears. yay. I'm not really that mad, though, I'll just wear the fro to the football game... that will be fun times! It will keep my head warm. Adios for now, muchachos y muchachas!

Why is everybody in high school tired? I am always tired. Sometimes, when I'm not tired, I feel like I should be tired, so I say that I am tired when, in truth, I am nothing of the sort. I really like to sleep though. Sleep is the thing I look forward to throughout the day. If only my life didn't get in the way and I could sleep all the time. Actually, that wouldn't be too nice. I wouldn't get the high quality sleep that I get when I am truly exhausted. Like Friday night for example. I have been doing vigorous things all week and never get a chance to catch up on the sleep that I need, and then on Friday night it all catches up. I got 12 hours of sleep. You can't even imagine. I mean, you probably can. Isn't it so great? I am just sitting here thinking about how truly glorious sleep really is. I feel like writing a haiku about it.

sleep is amazing!
oh how truly wonderful
is my comfy bed!

Ah sleep... mmmm I love it!

Today we had pictures for school clubs, and it was about to crack me up. Mrs. Wagoner almost had a fit. We were sitting in the formation for the picture for pep club, a club where you pay a dollar and you're a member, and she gave us an announcement. She said that she was going to check the picture with the members of pep club, those that had paid, and you would go to ISS for a day. If you wanted to be in it, you could pay her a dollar right then, and you wouldn't get ISS. She also said if we messed up the picture we would get a day ISS. Cracking me up. Then Jacob Blizzard turned his head right as the camera guy said "3", and she saw him. She called him out and made him leave and go to the office to see Mrs. George. It was quite funny. I was tempted to look somewhere else but the camera, but feared the wrath of Wagoner. Pictures always crack me up. The whole process. Especially the picture guy. He was making these weird sounds, and I wasn't sure if he was being funny or was really like that. I was unsure if I should laugh or not. My thoughts were confirmed and he laughed too. Bastante funny.

Squirrels really need to watch where they are going. I mean, I feel no sympathy for squirrels who run in front of my car. It's really their own fault. I'm not going to ruin my brakes trying to slow down, and I'm not going to hurt myself by swirving the car, so if they run in front of my way, they will be run over. The other day I was driving down cross creek and I ran over my very first squirrel. I felt absolutely no sympathy. At all. I felt kind of evil for a second, but then quickly got over it. I see it as I'm doing my part to rid the world of squirrely squirrels.

Volleyball is over. Halleluia. The end.

It seems like I always think to blog after a babysitting job. I had another one today. from 7 am (on a workday... so much for sleeping in) until 4:30 pm, with a little respite from 10:30-12:30. I had volleyball practice and Jill came over and babysat for a while. Wow. Speaking of volleyball, the season has produced some funny things. Coach Knott really likes "tails". Nancy and I have counted up all of the ways she uses tails while talking to us in practice and/or huddles. Here it goes:

1. Lay your tail
2. Chew your tail
3. Gnaw on your tail
4. Kick your tail
5. Whoop your tail
6. Blitz your tail
7. Get your fingers out of your tail

Fun times. She also has other random sayings like "get down" and "pissyfitting around". They quite crack me up. Well, the Alf is in town, and I surprisingly haven't been yet. I am going tomorrow, during what I believe to be the busiest time. I have to work for the Chicken Biscuit booth from 4-5 for swimming and then again from 7-8 for volleyball. Alright then, I'm out!