WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!

CHUCK ISN'T ON AGAIN UNTIL JANUARY 17TH. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD. It has already been like 2 weeks since there was a new episode and now there are still almost 5 more. I am already having serious Chuck withdrawals; who knows what will happen in the next 5 weeks? I might just die. If Christmas wasn't coming up soon, I would. But people are depending on me to get them presents, so I have to come through. After that maybe I will cave in to my insanity. At least until January 17th, anyway.
Below are some pictures of Zachary Levi just because he is attractive.

General Life.

So, last time in yearbook I watched Chuck. It made my day about 20 times better. I kind of want to watch Tower Prep today, but I don't know if there is time. Eh, there might be, but I am not going to today. Maybe sometime. I am tired. And I am like 7-8 chapters behind in my reading for English. I hate Their Eyes Were Watching God. It is probably like the most retarded book on the planet. But there isn't much I can do about it, so I guess that is just too bad, isn't it?
I am so glad that there are only 2 days of school this week, and one of them is a Monday. I don't know if I could make it any longer without a break. What with them not having real teacher development days anymore, it seems like there have been no breaks at all. And really I can only think of two. UEA and labor day. I am just glad Chuck is on and they didn't wait until January to start the season. Hopefully it is a good long season. It is on again tonight, but I don't know if I can watch it. I am going to see Footloose tonight, which starts at 7:00, the same time as Chuck, so I will have to watch it tomorrow sometime. Hmmmm.... Maybe I will get up early to watch it before school, but it probably won't happen. I doubt even Chuck could get me out of be any earlier than normal. And if Chuck can't do it, no one can.

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So I am in yearbook right now trying to caption a picture, but no one know who this girl is!! No one!! It is really irritating and I wish I could just cut her out of the picture, because I don't know what to do about it. I suppose I could try, but that might make the picture be all stretched and retarded looking, and I wouldn't want that. I even looked through all the Sophomore mugs pages and didn't find her anywhere. Geez. I am beginning to think she doesn't exist at all, and the camera was just taking a picture of a mirage.... But I don't know. Can cameras take pictures of those? Hmmm. That would be weird. I wonder.
Anyways, I better go find out who the girl is and get her in the caption. This was a very useful post.

Eventful life....

Well, lots has happened. I will start at the beginning of the most interesting stuff, I guess. One of them is I went on my first date a few weeks ago. We went to the haunted forest and had lots of fun. You know what I have decided is gross? Random people in costumes breathing on you. In case yoou couldn't guess, that is what happened. Multiple times. I suppose most people would back off if they had a mummy or a werewolf or a zombie or something about a milimeter away from their face, but I refused. And therefore, when they made their noises (growling, ragged breathing, etc.) it was into my face. And while all I could smell was their costumes (mostly rubber and fake blood and whatnot) who really wants anyone breathing in their face?
Then I suppose I should mention this past Saturday. Some of you might know that it was the sadies dance. For our day date the plan was to go laser tagging then go back to my house and carve pumpkins. Then we were supposed to go back to our houses and change into our costumes and meet once again at my house for dinner and then go to the dance. It all went as planned until we were driving back from laser tag and were turning left onto a street that goes to my house. We turned in front of a car. It didn't even slow down as it hit us head on. We slid back about 20-30 feet and were spun around 180 degrees. However, no one was hurt, we all got out of the car and stood there while the police officer (who had just happened to have been driving through the intersection at the time) came and started asking us questions. We were allowed to go into the Auto Zone near us and wait out of the rain. And since I was trying very hard not to cough or laugh because it freaking hurt to, I wasn't breathing like I normally would be. But oh well. I couldn't hold back the coughs forever and it felt like I did some serious internal damage to some internal organs.... But I didn't, as far as I know.
Anyways, after we talked to the paramedics/police/frantic parents we all went back to my house and carved pumpkins. Except Nicole and her cousin, who went home to talk to her parents. Then we finished that and sat in my living room for a while, trick-or-treated all around my cul de sac, and then we had dinner. My dad grilled steaks and my mom made rolls and Tiffany brought drinks and funeral potatoes (Oh, the irony) and Nicole brought a salad and dessert.
Then after that everyone was driven around to go change into their costumes. If you really want to see them (Trust me, you do) then they are on facebook and you can go find them. Tiffany and Tyler's costume was hilarious, so was Nicole and Jordan's and Brittany and Michael's. Mine was pretty intense as well.
After everyone was suited up, we went to the dance. Since our schedule had been so delayed, we were only there for about 45 minutes or maybe an hour. But it was still super fun and I am glad I went.
The car accident was probably one of the scariest things that has ever happened to me. Both cars were totalled and we are all very bruised. I have huge bruises all across my waist where I was thrown into the seatbelt (we were all wearing one) and I am pretty much sore all over. But yeah. Anyways. If you really want to know more, come find me. Or facebook will work or something.

Yearbook/Chuck

So, remember how I had journalism last year and never had to do anything except on deadline days? Well, now I have yearbook and it is basically the same thing. So I have been reading Mylifeisaverage.com. If you have not read that site, do it. It has made my life and I don't know what I would do in this class without it. Certainly I would be very sad.

But anyways.

Chuck was on again yesterday, and it was fairly epic. It wasn't as good as some of them, but Chuck accidentally maybe kind of possibly proposed to Sarah. I don't really know. But Morgan lost Big Mike's ring that was meant for Morgan's mom, and it got swept down a vent in the floor, sending it down into castle where Chuck and Sarah were talking. He picked it up, ending up on one knee holding the ring out to Sarah. Then the episode ended.

I feel that this is totally unfair for me to have to wait an entire week to see what happens. I did get to see the preview, but still. All it said about that really was Morgan saying something about Sarah accidentally accepting Chuck's accidental proposal. Hmmmm...

So as you can imagine, my mind was pretty much blown. I am not in a very excited mood at the moment, so I am not freaking out too much, but still. They can't do that to me! I am going to watch it again with a couple of my friends later this week, probably, or maybe just the first episode, actually, but Grrrr! They can't just have Chuck accidentally propose after a ring falls from the sky and end it right there! They just can't do that! How am I ever going to survive?!

*click*

That was the sound of high school starting to be possible. I have actually been doing my homework better, and understanding more and whatnot. I think I just really needed a nice long break like summer to get it together. Why it had to take my entire sophomore year plus the summer to get into a good rythm, I don't know. But I wish it hadn't. But anyways, since I am doing so much better this year, I am hopefully not going to be whining about it so much. For all you people that still read my blog, if there are any, after journalism disbanded.
Having said that, I am not sure why I am still writing. I guess it is just nice to have something to put random thoughts onto, with the possible chance that someone might read it and understand my life just a little bit more.
I am not usually a person who needs a lot of encouragement or help from others. I am very independent and enjoy doing things by myself. But sometimes it is still quite nice to have somewhere just to post stuff. I do enjoy company, but I don't thrive of of others, and I am not an overly emotional person. Much to the confusion of my mom and/or sister who can't understand why I never cry about life. I hear them say, "I think I might have to cry tonight," or something and I just roll my eyes. What does crying help, anyways?
So anyways. I am not quite sure why I just put that there. Oh well. Its just like I said.
But yeah, life is much better this year in general, just thought whoever could be reading this might want to know.

Chuck!!!! :D

Who ever knew one show could be so freaking amazing? Not me.
But anyways, Chuck season 4 started yesterday, as you may have guessed by the title and the picture and my raving. And it. Was. Amazing.
My friends and I have been in the midst of a Chuck marathon in the attempt to watch the previous 3 seasons before 4 started. It didn't really work. We watched the first season, then the first disc of season 2, then we realized we didn't have time to watch season 2 first, so we moved on to season 3. We watched the first few of that one, then the last couple of that one, and the one in the middle where Shaw dies. Which makes me happy. But then he comes back to life, which makes me very sad, but then Chuck dominates him in a fight, which makes me very happy again.
But this new season is going to be epic, I can tell. Just from the first episode, I can tell Chuck hasn't lost any of his awesomeness. Except he cut his hair shorter again. It has been shorter and shorter every season. In a couple seasons he could be bald. And if Chuck went bald, I would be very sad, because he is attractive and skilled.
Chuck is not the only thing that makes the show so amazing, though. All the characters are perfect. Good acting, good people in general. Well, maybe not good, but enriching to the show and just freaking awesome.

FINALLY

Well, school finally ended. At long last I don't have to worry about homework or anything like that. *sigh* As you can see, I have uploaded some pictures from the last week of school. Not all of them, of course, but a few. I have had a pretty good week, even though it has been fairly insane. A ton of stuff has happened this week.
Not the least of which being that my sister moved, taking her family with her. It was quite sad. My mom is currently in Wisconsin helping them get moved in. I have enclosed some pictures of them below.

Another truely epic event: The season finale of Chuck. I have been going insane ever since last monday. Along with Nicole and Tiffany. Every time we see each other now, we mention how much we hate Shaw, the lying traitor who came back from the dead. We were so happy when he finally died. In fact, we made a facebook page about it. You should all become a fan, even if you don't watch the show, just to make me happy. :)

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1478753007&v=wall&story_fbid=206133713947#!/pages/Daniel-Shaw-from-Chuck-needs-to-die-For-real-this-time/122928197738602?ref=ts

That is the page, if you didn't guess. I despise him with a burning fiery passion. Grrrr..... He'd better not be in the fourth season, or objects around me may be in danger of serious damage from my rage.

Anyways, I'm sure you are tired of hearing me rave about Chuck and school and whatnot. I will try to post again soon.

Die

*sigh*...

This school year just needs to end. Like.... Really. Except for the fact that I am failing Math. And the fact that I have a D in English. I'm hoping I can get my grade up more. I am not thinking I can pass Math. But I would really like to, since I despise Math with a burning, fiery passion and DO NOT want to take it again. At all.

But I am going to stop complaining about that. Or at least I am really going to try. Sorry. Just try to ignore it.

Soooo..... I'm not exactly sure what to talk about now. I don't remember what my dream was from last night. I think it was a good one, though. At least I didn't wake up feeling terrible, like I do after a bad dream. That could just mean I didn't have one, though. I don't know.

Abby's music is rubbing off on me. I am getting depressed (she is listening to a song called "betrayal" by Apocalyptica). I don't really want to talk to anyone at the moment, but I probably will have to sometime soon. I can feel myself getting into one of my silent moods. I seem to be getting into those a lot lately. Hmmmm.... Maybe I am depressed. I don't really know.

I am starting to really hate life at the moment. Well, mostly just the fact that every time I see my parents they are yelling at me to do my homework and talk to my teachers and do everything right then. They don't seem to understand that it isn't that simple. It just isn't. I can't do everything at once, and they expect me to. I don't really think I am going to be able to pass Math, and I am doing all that I can to try to make it happen anyway, but this is how our conversations have gone for the past few weeks: "Why aren't you doing this?" "I already did everything I know how to do." "Well, how much didn't you do?" "Everything I didn't know how..." "Well, you need to learn from the book." "I can't. I don't understand it at all." "Well, you are going to have to. That is how I learned Math all through school." "I think they made them differently back then." "School hasn't changed that much from when I was in school thirty years ago." (Silence on my part, but really thinking, "You don't even know what school is like now.") "You don't seem to care that you aren't going to pass, but we are trying to help you." (again, silence, but thinking, "Of course I care. There is just nothing I can do to force my teachers to give me passing grades.") "Well, aren't you going to do something?" "I am doing it my own way, I know what I am doing. (Thinking, "I understand every part of my situation, you don't even know half of it.")" "Well, we tried your way; it didn't work." (Silence, but thinking, "No we didn't. We partially mixed my way and yours. That definitely didn't work.")

This was about the time that I walk away, parents yelling after me.

Sorry, I was going to stop complaining. I am starting to wonder if that is possible for me. Hopefully this stuff will all go away when school ends. Actually, probably not completely, but that would be nice. At least it will lessen quite a bit. Hopefully.

That was about the time

*sizzle drip drip melting brain*

Math is officially scalding my brain. I have a bunch of homework that is late and that I need to turn in. Math is foremost among these. I spent about 5 hours on Saturday doing it, and I didn't even get close to finishing. I got through all five or six assignments, but I had no idea how to do about 50-60% of the problems on them, hence, 50-60% didn't get done. All I am going to say is that I love the back of the book. A lot. Yesterday I spent about an hour and a half with my brother-in-law, Doug, finishing some problems. We got one and a half assignments done. Joy.

I swear though, he can read Math. My dad keeps telling me I can learn from the book, but no. I know this is impossible. But whenever Doug didn't know how to do the problem, he just flipped straight to the page he needed and pointed to an example that I never would have found, and was then able to actually understand what the book was trying to say. I can never do that. The book, instead of just saying, "The red line on the graph" says things like, "The inverse side of the radius of a circle" and whatnot. It is not cool at all.

I have to stay after for Math today, and tomorrow, and the whole week, probably, unless I get everything turned in. Hmmm....

Ummm..... Nemo?

So. Yesterday I was honestly trying to do my homework. I really was. It was just... I was tired. It didn't work. I fell asleep for a few hours. While I was sleeping, I had an odd dream. I suppose I will put it on my blog, just because. Probably no one is reading this anyway.

In my dream, I was in this odd place with a bunch of people I know getting briefed for the thing we were going to do. I'm not sure what It was. Anyways, we split into teams of about 10 or so people and started doing some random stuff. Like, we would go through all these random decrepit buildings and have to go through weird obstacles. Then we would get past them to these random shacks that had a piano in each corner. Sometimes we had to play it, sometimes the pianos took us to odd places like scenes from movies, unlikely places and other strange places.

jnuyd <-- love, Abby.

Well, anyways. So, one of the scenes I remember is going into Finding Nemo and going through some places in there. For some reason, my friend and I were talking about this huge inside joke we have in front of everyone as we were trying to make it through the trench thing in it and that one school of fish was following us and trying to give us directions. It was odd. And this other guy was trying and failing to make sense of our joke and it was kind of awkward because people jump t0 conclusions about that joke.

In another shack, we were put on a plane and it would only fly if someone were playing the piano. But it would only fly if they were being "sincere" about it. They didn't necessarily need to be good, but if they just played nothing, the plane would start to descend. If you stopped, the plane would fall. Of course, I was the only one who could play the piano. So I wished for hymnbook so I could play since I don't have that many songs memorized other than the classic: Mary Had a Little Lamb. Hmmm...

Well, as you can tell, this is what I dream about. I didn't tell you everything, but I really don't think you want to know.

Mercury

So, last nightI had this freakish dream. I don't remember it all, but here is part of it, just because I can't think of what else to write about. You non-existent readers out there are probably tired of hearing me whine about my grades.
The first thing I remember of the dream was sitting in this weird yellow armchair on the grass in my backyard while my mom did some yardwork on the other side of the yard. I kept getting mad because all these ants kept crawling up the side of my chair and coming towards me. I was killing all the ones I could find, but more and more just kept coming. I was suddenly afraid that they would come from the other side, the side that I was sitting on (I was sitting on the arm of the chair), so I quickly stood up. For some reason, none of them had come from that side. By this time, there were a ton of ants all over the other armrest.
I stood up again and picked up the chair, shaking it to get all the ants off as I moved it onto the cement. I was really mad that they kept coming for me. My mom was just standing there looking at me and giving me weird looks; probably because I was holding this yellow armchair and shaking it and looking furious.
Well, I finally set the chair down on the cement not too far from the grass. I then remember seeing a squad of ants led by a red ant coming towards my chair. I was irritated that they kept coming after me! Anyway, I killed all the ones that came up my chair, then I finally don't even remember what I did next.
I think the dream shifted then, because the next thing I remember is being with some dark, mysterious guy who's face I could never see, even though I don't think he was wearing a mask or anything. We had to use Mercury to do some sort of covert mission, I don't remember what, but I think it might have had something to do with cars and balloons. Don't ask me.
After we finished doing whatever we had been doing, we went back to my garage to put the Mercury away, but he warned me not to put it too close to the Tritium or the Aluminum. It could catch fire if the Tritium exploded from as far as 20 feet away. I don't remember why I couldn't put it witht the Aluminum. Then I heard this horrible beeping and I freaked out for a second before I realized it was my alarm.
Well, that was my weird dream. I know, it probably doesn't make sense. Oh, well.

Cheese Log

I am sooo tired..... And I have lots of homework.... And I haven't done much of it.... And I am really stupid for procrastinating all of it.

Tomorrow I need to turn in a ton of stuff for English. I am not at all excited to do this.

Tomorrow I also have a few things for Chemistry that I need to get done. But not as much, luckily.

On Friday I have my Mastery Points for Spanish due, but I don't have that class on Friday, so I would like to get it done today and turn it in tomorrow. It is worth 250 points. Bleh.

I also have another project for Spanish due tomorrow that I need my friend to do. So this time it is not only me. It feels nice to finally be able to blame someone else for part of it. But, I admit, it is partially my fault.

I am soooo ready for summer.

Weekends Are Delicious

This weekend was pretty much the awesomest weekend I have had in a long time. It was my birthday on Friday, so of course that was a good day, and then the next day I had my birthday party.

For my birthday party, we first went laser tagging. It was amazing! First we were put with this big group of guys. two of them were put on our team, and we went against the rest. One of the guys on our team got first place, and we won the game. It was intense, and I had a lot of fun. Even though I got 9th place. Oh, well.

But the second game was a little more stupid. We were put with some other people from Timp, and we heard them say in low voice, "Oh, they're just Sophomores. This is going to be stupid." Whenever we would talk to them at all, they would completely ignore us, except for one girl which seemed to actually have a soul. She was nice.

Throughout the game, there were many instances of cheating by these people. Holding their hands in front of our guns while they shot us, pinning us in a corner and shooting us repeatedly until we needed to recharge, and guarding our charger so we couldn't charge. Among other things. I'm sorry to say that these people are here at my school, making it worse.

Even with all the cheating, I got 2nd place this time. I would have gotten first, except for that one guy that kept trapping me and killing me over and over. I am just happy to say I had a good time.

Then we went back to my house, opened presents and ate cake and ice cream. It was cool. Then we went outside and were all in a super weird mood. Two of my friends ran away down the street, and one of my friends was like, "Let's go. We have to hunt them down." The next ten minutes involved sprinting after one of my friends halfway down the block in the rain, and when I finally caught her, we skipped for a while. This didn't last long, since she was barefoot, so we walked the rest of the way around the block as if we hadn't just been in a high speed chase. Then we got back, sat in a tree for a while, then we played with a ball for a while.

This weekend was awesome. The only problem is: Homework. I am now back at school, super sore from laser tagging, tired from staying up late, and hating homework SOOOOO much. Well, I guess that is just too bad for me.

Ummmm....

I don't exactly know what to write about. So feel free to not read whatever random stuff is in this post.

Well, my brothers have officially left for the summer. It is very sad. And my sister and brother-in-law are moving to Wisconsin and taking their two cute children with them in a month or two. I am going to be completely alone with my parents. Joy.

Last night was my last Mutual as a Mia Maid. Wow, lots of M's there. But anyway, last night we decorated some journals for ourselves, and I have to say mine was just lovely.

I am also still scrambling to get everything figured out for my birthday party, which is on Saturday. My birthday is tomorrow. Craziness!

I also have a ton of other stuff left to do, but I am going to be stupid as usual and procrastinate as usual. :/

I Hate Today

I have decided that big projects need to die. Well, not just big projects. Homework in general. And Math. And half of my teachers. And getting up early. School should just die. And then maybe my parents would quit bugging me every five seconds about my grades... Hmmm.... I have finally had my best idea of the day. I will start planning the demise of school...

On one hand, I finally did my history project on Friday. I got 360/400 on it. I suppose that is pretty good. And also a little surprising, considering I did most all of it late at night when I was almost incomprehensible with tiredness. Well, miracles do happen, I guess.

But, I still have to finish Huckleberry Finn by tomorrow, which I am not even close to doing, do the worksheets I need for it. And by next Thursday I need to do my Spanish project. But I have to wait to do this until my friend Brianne also can. Which could be a while, since she is involved in just about everything. I am not even going to talk about Math. I have no doubt I will also get assigned about 80 more projects due in the next week or so..... *sigh*.....

Daughtry Concert

So, this might be a little weirder than normal, since I am running on about 2-5 hours of sleep. Sorry if it is, just try to ignore it.

Yesterday was the Daughtry concert that I have been super excited for for weeks. I went with my friend Nicole and her brother Andy, and my mom. First we walked across the street and ate at Applebees. It was pretty delish. During the meal there were like twenty TVs and most all of them were on different channels. The one most visible to me was a REALLY boring one about a few guys discussing the bad economy. If I had been watching it I would have died of boredom... There was also one that kept saying stuff like "Save the tigers!" and stuff like that for earth day. There was also the world's strongest man competition. We watched that whenever we weren't talking. It was pretty funny.

Then we went to the concert. It amazed me how many people were drinking. I wonder how many of them had to drive home after? I don't even want to know. But when it finally started, it was this weirdo opening band thing called Cavo. They weren't really bad, but I won't say they were good. After they finally left, Lifehouse came on. This was pretty amazing. I only have one of their songs, but I have wanted more for a while.

Then finally, Daughtry. I have to say, it was awesome. He was super good, and he sang tons of great songs. Well, I like most all his songs, so my opinion doesn't count. But it was SOOOOO awesome!!

Then we got home around midnight and I had to put the finishing touches on my history project. So, I didn't get a chance to sleep much. But it was totally worth it! Well, Daughtry and Lifehouse were, anyway.

School Insanity

Well, my grades have basically gone back to sucking. I need to start actually doing my homework, that might help just a little bit.

Today I have to spend basically all day doing a huge history project that is due on Friday. I have to teach for 20ish minutes about a subject that she gave me. Of course I am on the second day possible. I could be in May sometime, but no, of course not.

If I manage to finish that, or get enough done that I could finish tomorrow, I have to read about a hundred fifty pages in my English book to get completely caught up. But I think the project that is worth 400 points is slightly more important than reading Huck Finn.

In other news, I am so excited for tomorrow! I am going to Daughtry's concert with my friends! It is going to be soooo fun! I love Daughtry, it is great music. Yaaayy!

I also either randomly developed allergies, or (much more likely) I have a cold (again). It really sucks how often I get colds. I think the last one I got I had about a month ago, or maybe less. So, today I get to sit here, trying and failing to breath through my nose, suppressing coughs, sounding like a bulldog when I breath, and sound like a man when I talk because of my deepened voice. Joy.

Weekend of Insanity

This last weekend was by far the most crazy weekend I have had in a long time. I was planning to catch up on homework on Saturday, but I never expected to have absolutely no free time.

At 8:30, I had to get up for my ward's service project. We went to some old people's house in my ward and did a ton of yard work. Digging up superfluous grass and weeds out of flower-beds, mowing the lawn, etc. Even with all our like 15ish mia maids and 10ish teachers, plus all our leaders, it took most of the morning. After that we went back to one of the leader's house for chips and salsa. Then I went home and took a tiny break.

Then I remembered that I had to write a movie review for Journalism. I checked the paper, and found that the only show I could possibly go to started in about ten minutes. My dad took me to the movie. We barely made it on time. I am just glad there are previews for so long!

Then I had to go get my hair cut, and went straight from the person's house who did my hair to my friends house for her birthday party.

We were on a "cruise ship" and someone had stolen my friend's 2 million dollar necklace. We had all been given fake identities, and I was Gretel something-or-other. I was from Germany, I was 35, single, no kids, I was a mountain guide, and my talent was juggling. No, I cannot actually juggle. But after a long time trying to figure out who had stolen it, we found that it was another guy there, and he had hidden it in a pineapple.

Then we went to a stake dance that was by my friend's house, and it was pretty fun.

And that was pretty much a summary of my Saturday. Crazy, huh?

Spring break... Again.

Well, last week was spring break, if you couldn't figure that out by my last post. It was pretty awesome.

On Monday I went up to Ephriam during like the worst rainstorm of all time. We managed to get there in one piece, so we proceeded to my brothers' art show. They both had something in it. Shawn had a few colored pencil drawings of various creatures from horror movies and whatnot, and they were pretty awesome. He also had a video in. In the video, he danced around campus for 15 minutes. He danced around people, sometimes pretty close to them. It was pretty funny to watch them look at him, kind of laugh, and then try very very hard to ignore him, no matter what he was doing. His video won best in show, and he got $100 for it. Lucky!

Ryan also had in a video. His was very... Interesting. It was cool, but it grossed me out just a little bit. For 22 minutes he didn't blink, wipe his nose, or swallow. He just stared into the camera. Of course it was sped up, and it was kind of cool to watch all the people zooming by behind him, and him just sitting there, drooling, eyes watering, nose running, staring into the camera.

The next day I went up to my grandparent's house and my grandpa finally helped me finish the tree frog I have been making up there. Just for those of you who don't know my grandpa, he is an awesome woodworker. That is what we were making the frog out of. Maybe I will put a picture of it or something on here someday. If I remember.

On Wednesday, I hung out with my friends and watched Sky Dancers. I was Slam. He is one of the two guys on the show. Well, one of the two Sky Dancers anyway. Just don't ask.

On Thursday, I hung out with one of my friends that I haven't seen in years, but used to be my best friend. It was really fun.

On Friday I didn't do much. It was awesome.

On Saturday, I hung out with my friends again, and got gored by her bunny. Who knew bunnies both growled and got vicious when near their cages?

On Sunday, I went up to my grandparent's house again, to see them get set apart for their mission. They are going to Heber Valley Camp for their mission. It is a girls camp.

Then Spring Break was over. :.(

Spring Break

I am so tired. I have had a crazy week. I had a math test on Wednesday, a Chemistry test yesterday (I still need to go in and finish it), and I have a history test today. Bleh. This is so uncool. I have also gotten less and less sleep every night this week trying to catch up on homework, mostly for history. I did get to do some cool things, like interview my grandpa about WWII, and whatnot. But I would rather have gone and talked to him in person. I didn't have any time that I could go and someone could drive me there.

I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ready for spring break, you have no idea. I am not going anywhere (as usual) but I do have some plans with one of my friends that I literally haven't seen in years. We used to be like pretty much best friends, then she moved up to Elk Ridge, and I used to hang out with her more, but not this time. I don't think I have seen her since 7th or 8th grade. It is pretty awesome, and we have been making plans....

So, the thought of spring break is basically the only thing keeping me alive this week. One more day! :D

Insanity Times 20,058

So, my life is insane at the moment. One person should only have so much insanity in their lives at once.

For one, Chuck is insane. You ma y have heard me raving about it before. There is a reason. That reason is that it is the greatest and most addicting show on earth. And the season/series is starting to draw to a close. Needless to say, it is starting to get more and more crazy. Loose ends from even the first season are starting to be tied in new and shocking ways. At the moment one of my least favorite "good guys" has taken the real good girl because she unknowingly killed his wife in her red test (one of the tests to become a spy - the killing test). The Ring (the bad guys) showed him the video of that night, and he has pretty much gone crazy. The last episode showed her and him driving away, and she is like, "Where are we going?" And he is like, "To settle an old score." The episode ends with a shot of his hand on the steering wheel, wedding ring right on top. I just about died. I recommend this show to anyone.

Another intense thing is the most recent Maximum Ride book. I read the whole 300+ book in just over an hour. My favorite character randomly left at the end and I don't know if he is coming back. All I have to say is: He'd better.

Then I had to stay up super late doing homework, and it is still not completely done. I have no idea what I am going to do. My head just might explode right in the middle of Drivers Ed. That would be attractive.

I just hope I can make it these three more days. Then, blessed relief. Spring Break will be here. *sigh*

Youth Conference

So, I went to youth conference this weekend. It was way fun. First we met at the church after school on Friday and drove up to Aspen Grove. That place is nice! They had said it was like a hotel, but they have a habit of exaggerating to make us want to come. I was expecting like girl's camp-type cabins with maybe electricity and a group shower facility or something. But each room had a nice bathroom with hot water for the shower, heating, queen-sized beds, room keys and everything!

After we got there we had a couple hours of free time. I wasn't expecting this, it doesn't usually happen at these type of things. So I had nothing to do. I just sat and talked to my roommates, Annie Fitt and Kristen Wheelhouse. But whatever. Then we ate dinner and went to the game room. That place was awesome. It had two foosball tables, two air hockey tables (even though one was broken), three pool tables, and two ping pong tables. I never got the chance to play pool, but I played air hockey with Annie (she totally dominated, but only because she has one at her house and I don't) and foosball (I won most of the time) and extreme ping pong. You might think I mean like around the world or something, but I don't. Extreme ping pong is when it doesn't matter how many bounces there are, if it is off the table, off the walls, off the face, etc. You can always hit the ball. It is a very intense game. I recommend it to anyone who doesn't like normal ping pong, and even those who do.

After that we heard Brad Wilcox speak to us. It was pretty hilarious. Then we went to a dance. I tried to get my friend Nicole to dance with this guy, but she avoided dancing with anyone. The only person she danced with was her brother, Andy. I danced with a few people, but no one specifically worth mentioning. Let it only be said that I cannot dance. One of the guys I danced with was in ballroom, and I have never taken dance in my life. I kept tripping, stepping on his feet and almost killing myself. I didn't know the guy, but my dancing skills are pretty much a guarantee that I never will.

The next day I went snowshoeing and did a bunch of other things, then we packed up and went home. Later I went to the General Young Women's Broadcast, after which I went home and changed, then came back to the stake center where the boys served us a lovely dessert. After that there was a magician. They always make me feel like I am missing something huge.

The next day we went to Music and the Spoken Word. Pres. Monson was there, and it was pretty awesome. Then we had our own little youth sacrament meeting, where there was more than an hour of youth testimonies (they even went overtime) and it was really cool.

After that I went home and took a long nap.

Zombies Ate My Neighbors

Last weekend me and my brothers filmed a movie about an old video game called Zombies Ate My Neighbors. It is a pretty intense little 80's/90's video game that was apparently pretty high tech back then, but it is just a little ghetto for nowadays.

I am not entirely sure why my brothers decided to make a video about this game, but they did, and they bribed me by taking me to Nickel City and letting me play games, and also paying for laser tagging as well. Twice. And they also left me the Wii this week.

In the above picture, I am player right and my brother Shawn is player left. He even dyed his hair blonde and got some old 3D glasses. We also got air-soft guns and spray painted them blue and red. He made the outfits too. The only thing you can't see in the picture is the lovely red shorts (I wore red sweats since I didn't have red shorts) and the red anti-sign thing. You know, the one that is over a cigarette when you say no smoking, or no pets, or whatever. It is on the back of the purple jacket. Their names are Zeke and Julie.

So, for all of you that ditched out on us on Saturday, just so you know, we had to find something else to do for it. But don't worry, it should work even without you. We had other people willing to be zombies for us.

Well, the movie will be pretty amazing. I will post the link for it soon (We will put it on youtube) and you can watch it if you have five or so minutes. Have a wonderful day!

What the Crap

I am wondering what the heck is going on with my blog. I cannot get it to stay on the page for more than 1-2 seconds before it redirects me to one of a few random pages. No matter how many times I type in my blog it comes up, before I have enough time to click on anything, the computer takes me to a page that has nothing to do with anything on my blog. I don't know if any other computers do this, or if anyone else tried to do it it would work, but it is really bugging me. Any other page except the main one. Ugh.

I stayed up way past midnight last night doing homework, and it is still not done. Someone kill me now. Please. I still didn't get everything done. But one assignment isn't my fault, not all the way, anyway. My grandpa didn't email me back the answer to the questions I asked him for history. But I admit, it is probably my fault that I didn't email him until last night.

I hate today. And yesterday. And last week. And probably this week. *bangs head against wall*

End of Term Madness

Truly, March has started to get very mad... The end of the term is today, and I am flipping out because I have so much homework that I have to get done, and some things that I really should have but didn't (I am now suffering the consequences) and a few teachers that I need to beg for one more day from. My life always gets super crazy around the end of the term and there is no help for it except try to make it through alive. Once I am past the end there is usually another week of just a little bit of last-minute craziness, then it cools down a little bit and I have some breathing room. I only hope I will make it to that point. I have two assignments for English that I am missing, or I will get an I, and one other thing that I have to fix in that class. I am also missing one or two things in math, which I really hope he will let me turn in on monday. I currently have a 68% in math, but I looked in my bag a little bit ago and realized that there was an assignment due today. I also didn't turn in the last one. Crap.

But good news for that class is that I got my grade on the test up from a 55 to an 83. Hence the 68% grade in the class.

Yesterday I got home and we randomly went to the zoo, which I had no previous knowledge of. It was pretty cool, since we only saw like ten other people total, because it had been sprinkling, but stopped about an hour or so before we left. Not all the animals were out for that reason, but on the other hand, we could actually see the ones that were there instead of trying vainly to see over the heads of people that are about a foot taller than some of us...

I still think that when we are all gathered around something, the taller people who can easily see over the heads of us short people should move over a little bit. Especially for me. I am 5' 3'', and most guys are around 6' somewhere, give or take. But they are right up there in an unbreakable wall in front of whatever I try to see. It is the same for many of my friends that are short like me. Maybe I should send around a petition.

So, my life is pretty insane right now, and I have gotten a few hours less of sleep than I should have.

TV

As some of you may know, I don't really watch a lot of TV. As maybe more of you know, I do watch Chuck. AKA the greatest and most addictive show that exists. As of Monday, I have been freaking out. Something horrible has happened. Casey, my favorite character, committed treason (might I add for a good reason... Wow that rhymed... I totally didn't mean to...) and was dismissed from being a spy and is now a civilian! If you have ever seen the show, you know that that cannot work. Casey is obviously not a civilian. He is too fond of guns and hurting people. AHHH!!!

I also watch American Idol. I must say I am disappointed with this year's contestants. I only really like three or four of them. Maybe five. But there are 12 of them! They should all be good to have made it this far. I am slightly irritated that the guy with the baby mullet ( I think his name was Alex) was kicked off instead of the guy with the neck tattoo (Andrew). The other guy was better and had a better voice and chose better songs, and he was just better in general. The other guy is nice enough, but he is kind of weird and has a weird voice and chooses VERY weird songs. He is just weird in general.

The season before last was totally better than this one. It had David Cook, David Archuleta, and many, many other and better artists than most of the people this season. However, this season Lee Dwyze (totally probably spelled that wrong), Siobhan Magnus, and Crystal Bowersox are very good. I am kind of leaning toward Lee, just because I have never been a fan of girl singers. Don't ask me why.

I also kind of like Tim Urban, and Aaron Kelley. They are alright. Better than a lot of the people on now, anyway.

Ok, those are my feelings on the only two shows that I actually watch regularly. Sorry if you didn't understand my ravings, just ignore it if you didn't.

Wow, this is long. Sorry.

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I can't seem to stop yawning today. It is also making my eyes water, helping my contacts but not my mascara. If you see me today with some random black streaks under my eyes, you could tell me if you are feeling nice. Or if you are feeling like most people in the world, you could just laugh at me and walk away. Its ok. I would understand. Another problem with that is that yawning is contagious, so now the people around me are yawning, therefore sending it back to me, and so on and so forth. It is an incurable curse. *yawn*...

I am still ranging. I haven't even touched a cone yet. I really hope saying that hasn't jinxed anything or anything, since tonight is the actual test part of it. Hmm... Maybe I should delete what I just wrote up there. Oh well. I already said it, so it is too late now. Plus I am just lazy. My last two partners have been Jake Mecham and this kid named Koi, but I don't know if that is how you spell it, or even what his last name is. They have both been pretty nice, but last night with Koi it was really awkward. We didn't say anything at all until 7:30, then we said about a sentence each (to learn each other's names) by 8:00 or so. Then we finally started talking more, and by the end of the night it was slightly less awkward. It is just kind of bad to sit in a car for a half hour in dead silence. Well, I guess there was a radio, but you couldn't tell if it was country, metal, or the instructor guy talking. It kind of sucked. But it was pretty fun with Jake. I hadn't ever talked to him before, but he has been in my math class like a seat or two away all year. He is pretty cool.

But yeah, I just hope I don't drag any cones tonight, like my friend Tiffany did a night or two ago.

Testing... Testing... 1, 2, 3... Testing.

So, I have at least one test today, most of which I am probably going to fail, as it is a math test. Hopefully we will have one of our review of the review paper days (which, yes, it has happened) and take the test on Thursday. I really hope. Then maybe my grade will raise itself slightly! Yay! Just kidding, it probably won't. :(

In other news, I am ranging this week for Driver's Ed. Yesterday I went and I was put in a car with Ben Cheney. He is a very... Um.... Interesting person. But he is not a bad driver, he even did the 8 drill without her yelling at him. He did run over the bottom of one cone, but it didn't fall over. I am not sure why he was put with me, since I am a one and they usually put 1 with a 3 or a 2. 1 is the best, by the by. I am not quite sure why I was rated a 1. I did the H drill in my pre range and I hit a cone, but it was only with my side mirror, and it didn't fall over, so maybe that is why.

But last night I didn't hit any cones, and she only talked to me the first time I did the H drill, and it was pointless. I was in a perfect position, and all she told me to do was pull up and back up again. I pulled up about an inch, and then backed up again, and I didn't even come close to hitting a cone. I think Mrs. Freestone needs her eyes checked....

Sigh...

Well, I had been catching up on sleep these past few weeks, and I was getting so excited, but then this week, I have been going to bed later and later. Today I had to get up an hour earlier than normal. Joyous day. So, if you see me at any point in time today trying to fight sleep, just ignore me. I can be dangerously unstable when I am tired. Hence the trying to catch up.

Also, my grade in math has not really improved. It is now at a 63%, and that is still an F. I think it is a 70% or something. I will try. But unfortunately that will be hard since I failed the test twice (I got 2 points less the second time... Hmmm), and also failed basically all of the quizzes.

Some of the people in my carpool are ALWAYS late, and it is really starting to bug me. They didn't even open their garage until 7:30, and the two kids didn't come out until 7:35. Then we still had to go pick up Justin, and then drive to Timp. We didn't get there until about 7:40, and almost as soon as I walked in the door, the bell rang. I have yet to go to my locker to get all my crap for Driver's Ed and History and drop off my Math book. Maybe I will go in a couple minutes.

So, my life is pretty much an epic sigh today... *sigh*...

Chapstick Saves Lives

People call it by many names: a juicer, lip gloss, lip balm, etc. I myself call it simply: Chapstick. I have decided that I might just die if chapstick (the cherry ice kind) had never been invented. Sometimes I just feel horrible with cracked and dry lips. Chapstick can fix it. In winter, when I am out working in the bitter cold, the icy wind blowing on my face, I can barely open my mouth for fear that my lips will rip wide open. In circumstances like these, I whip out m chapstick and put some on. It feels so much better afterwards. I can talk, bite, yawn, and scream without having to worry about cracked lips. What more could you want?

This random commercial for chapstick brought to you by Emily Pratt.

Its ok. I don't know either.

Life in General

So, my grades have improved somewhat, and I am quite happy about it. No change in math though. :( But after missing lunch on Wednesday to take the history test I had missed, I got my grade in that class back up to what it was before - an A-. Which just so happens to be what I got on the test. In Driver's Ed, apparently she forgot to tell me about a little thing called a test review that also just so happened to count for points. Whoops. She still hasn't put it in the computer. My grade in that class at the moment is a B+, but it may go down, depending on how much points it is worth. My guess is that it will drop to a B or a B-. Not very fun.

In other news, I am not nearly as tired this week. I have taken a few two hour naps, and it is very good. The bad news is, I have a cold. Ugh. But it is starting to slowly disappear. My nose is only slightly stuffy, but I have a cough now. I swear, I get a cold at least once a month. I haven't had the stomach flu for years, but I ALWAYS get colds. They are always just enough to be incredibly annoying and disgusting, but almost never enough to get me out of school. I guess that could be a good thing, considering my grades, but still. Is it too much to ask to just go one month without a cold?

Fail

So, last Thursday we took a field trip for Journalism to UVU for a Journalism Conference thing... It was pretty intense. But the only problem was, it was on a really bad day. I had Drivers Ed, which wasn't that bad to miss, but my grade still dropped from an A- to a B+. Next I had History with Mrs. Kelley, which doesn't sound like it would be a big deal, but in fact on that very day there just so happened to be the end of unit WWI test. I missed it. My grade in that class dropped from an A- to a C+. Not really happy about that...

After that I had math. Yes, yes, dramatic music, and all that. Dun dun dun...

But it wasn't really too bad. Well, actually, shouldn't say anything, because I haven't been back there yet, and I know for sure that I missed at least one quiz and a homework assignment. I was already failing that class, and now it is worse. Crap.

But, I do have two homework assignments to turn in today, and that may bring it up a few percent. Not enough to fix it, of course, but maybe to help. All I need to do is take it up 15% or so, and it should switch over to a C-. Maybe Mr. Frost will take pity on me and help me out.

I can only hope.

Valentine Weekend

So, I feel like such a smart person. Sunday was Valentine's Day, and I didn't even know until I got to church and my Young Women's leader wished me happy Valentine's Day. It took me a while to register that she was talking about that day. After that it seemed obvious. Tons of people were wearing purple, red, and pink. Also black, for some reason. Pretty much everyone had something black on, including me. I was wearing a purple shirt too, so I blended pretty well. We even got Valentine's treats at the end of the lesson.

Yesterday my 16-month-old niece was over. She was being super cute. She went into Shawn's room and got out the Spiderman book that she likes, and was able to point him out on every page. She has gotten quite good at it. She calls him Nanan. Ryan also has a singing/dancing Spiderman that sings "The Itsy Bitsy Spider." She knows the actions and she does them. It is so funny.

On Saturday she came over too, and it was so funny what she did. I was laying on my mom's bed, and she came over, so I lifted her up by me, and she plopped down face down like I had been. It looked like her arm was stuck underneath her, so I said, "Avalyn, is your arm stuck?" And she lifted her other arm up as high as it would go and started laughing. I started laughing too, and she came and started climbing all over me. After that she was pointing out stuff, like eyes and nose and ears and whatnot. When she is pointing out her own eyes, she just jabs both fingers right in her eyes, but when she shows other people their eyes, she is all gentle and slow and soft. She barely touches you. It is funny. She is so sweet!

Chuck

Ok, I don't think any of you have seen the show Chuck, but if you ever see it on, watch it. It is the best and most addicting show on the face of the earth. I showed it to two of my friends, and they both borrowed it from me and watched it with incredible speed. One of my friends took season one two days ago and she is already about halfway through it. Another friend took season two and her brother and sister both get mad if she watches it without them.

It is pretty much about this civilian guy named Chuck who got a government supercomputer downloaded into his brain without his meaning to, and the government can't get it out so they send two people to protect him. People try to find him to get the secrets that are in his head and so Sarah and Casey (the two people that protect Chuck) have to save him. So it is a spy show, and it is getting soooo intense now that it is season three. So much stuff has been happening, and now I am mad because it won't be on for a few weeks because of the olympics.

I just don't know if I can make it that long.

Need for Speed

So, on Saturday after my ward's basketball game (which we won) I went driving with my parents. Both of them at the same time. I don't know if that was a good idea, since my dad kept teasing me and my mom was trying to get him to stop and trying to keep me from freaking out. It wasn't working all that well. I made a small mistake, and I started to drive home because I didn't really want to kill anyone that day. My dad pretty much forced me to turn around and go onto Geneva Road. That is faster than I have ever gone. Both of my parents agreed that I was a better driver so far than any of the other kids.

I finally got off Geneva and started to head home, but then I suggested getting a reward for my good driving and my parents said yes. So I drove to Ridley's and got one, then I went home.

That is another thing. What the crap is with Ridley's? What was wrong with Albertsons? I know some people bought it up, but I don't think they should have. I liked Albertsons. Of course, Maceys is still the best, but they had some good things at Albertsons.

So, no more ghetto Albertsons brand cereal or whatever. How sad!

Life in General

So, last night I went with my dad to a place called JCW's to eat. It was very good, even if I cheated somewhat in my heart-shaped food goal. I just didn't want to publicly disgrace myself by hacking at my hamburger with a plastic knife in the attempt to make it into a heart. So, forgive me, but no.

After that we went to a romantic comedy called Leap Year. It was a very good movie, and I liked it a lot. Even my dad liked it, even if it was kind of a chic flick. It was funny and cute, and if I can scrape together twenty or so bucks, I will buy it whenever it comes out. It is really too bad my mom couldn't come though, it was totally her type of movie. I had fun anyway, though.

I drove to school today. I never want to drive, but once my mom forces me into the car and I get out on the road it is not all that bad. Now that I've said that I will probably crash and kill us all, but I certainly hope not. That would be pretty depressing.

So, my life is alright nowadays. Today is my last day of 7 days of suffering, too! Yes!!

Overloading in Hearts

So, as many of you may know, I have been eating only heart-shaped food for four and a half days. I am starting to get irritated. This is starting to get ridiculous. I have been trying to find ways to kind of cheat, such as eating soup, or things like it, but I can only find so many ways out. Some of you may have reason to know that I can be very evasive when I don't want to do something. I can find a way out of just about any unpleasant thing. Some things I bring upon myself, but I do try to fix those myself, usually. But this is too much. I am going to try to endure, but if you see me secretly eating something shaped in any other way than a heart, don't tell anyone.

The Weekend of Intenseness

Ok, so on Saturday, I got up and went to my Young Women's basketball game, which we lost horribly. I think the score at the end was 8-28 or something like that. The saddest thing was, it wasn't as bad as the week before. That game's score ended up being 4-40. I was the oldest person there and the second tallest, which is really saying something. For me to almost be the tallest girl in my ward is truly sad.

Anyways, after I got home and showered, I hung out with a few friends and built a wonderful house made out of snow. I rolled 5 giant snowballs, which I am still sore from, But the house ended up being very cool. There was an arching window on the side of the house. It had a lovely view of a dead-looking bush. After we did the outer walls, we made a couple benches and a shelf. It was amazing. After that we went inside and ate dinner, then we watched a fairly cheesy movie called Confessions of a Shopoholic, then we played spoons, which ended up being a showdown between me and my friend Connie. I had one end of a spoon, and she had another. It was very intense, and I ended up winning (of course).

So, a pretty intense weekend. I hope to visit my house sometime soon.

7 Days of Suffering... Again

Well, the 7 days of suffering thing that was in my last post is not going to happen anymore. I actually am still doing it, but it is changed. As many of you know, I did 7 days of suffering last time, and it was one of the most horrible weeks of my life. For those of you I didn't complain to, I went vegan for a week. Ugh. But anyways, this time I am only going to eat valentines food/ heart-shaped food, starting tomorrow. For a whole week. I am planning on just carrying around a heart-shaped cookie cutter and cutting everything up that way. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do with whatever doesn't fit into the cookie cutter. I guess I could always just wad it up into a heart-shaped blobby mass... Mmmmmm....

Yeah, I guess I'll just figure it out when it happens. It should be interesting. Anyways, if any of you see me at lunch or whenever staring at some random food clippings and looking slightly confused, you know what is going on.

All I am hoping for is that my parents don't decide to be nice and take me to a restaurant or something. but I wouldn't mind if they just waited a week! :)

(Hint, hint)

7 Days of Love

So for Journalism, I am doing 7 days of Suffering with some people in my class. We are doing 7 different days of Valentineish stuff. For example, we have these days already:

1. Talk only in conversation hearts
2. Eat only heart-shaped food when possible
3. Do not talk talk to people of the opposite gender unless you HAVE to
4. Pass out valentines/hearts to everyone you talk to
5. Hug 20 different people for three seconds

As you can see, we still need 2 more days. If you have any ideas, please say so. We need your helpful input (however much it makes me suffer).

One of these next days I need to get more sleep. I went to bed late last night, then got up an hour earlier than usual. I got up to watch Chuck, the best show of all time. It was so freaking intense!!! I think everyone who has not seen it NEEDS TO WATCH IT. I'm not even kidding. Everyone I know who has seen it has loved it, and thinks it is amazing, just like me, even though I probably love it more.

Anyways, until next a-day.

Driving Times 2

So, yesterday I actually got out on the roads, which was quite the experience for both me and my mother. I first just drove aimlessly in the stake center parking lot, then drove around the stake center a few times. I started freaking out when a car came up really close behind me, but my mom pointed out that it was probably because I was going about fifteen miles an hour. I sped up a little, which was kind of weird for me, since I had only been driving in parking lots for the last few times, but I finally mostly got the hang of it. Then my mom suggested I drive to my sister, Jenn's house. I had to either go on state street to do this, or cross state street and take the long way. Surprise, surprise, I chose to cross it and go the long way. There was another guy following me way too close, even though I was going exactly the speed limit. He was really starting to irritate me, and I was glad when he turned at a light, even though he was blocking my view for a while by pulling up way too far.

Anyway, I made it to my sister's without killing anyone, which is surprising, and we picked up my niece, and then my mom drove back, just because. I think it is illegal to drive other people other than my parents around. Plus, I really didn't want to kill Avalyn. I also drove to Young Women's and survived, and so did my mother.

In other news, at YW's we did yoga, and I found out that I am not flexible at all. But, I did a headstand, which I never ever thought I would do, and I was able to do some of the things that took more strength than flexibility. It was very intense.

Driving!

So, today I got up insanely early to go to the driving office place to get my learner's permit. I made it safely there, I got in line and saw one of my friends getting his license, and then waited in line forever. Then I got my picture taken and whatnot, and then finally, I got a card and sat in a chair for half an hour. It was incredibly fun, let me just tell you. Finally, they called my number (Which was 007, by the by.... pretty cool, and an interesting coincidence) and I got up and this guy checked my birth certificate, Social security number, etc. and I took an eye test. I felt so smart when I couldn't find the flashing lights that check your peripheral vision forever. Then I realized I was looking in the completely wrong place. It was great. Then finally I took the test and got 84% on it.... I could have done better, I know, but it was just so early! Anyways, I got my permit, and in my picture, I look half asleep (which I was) and it was very amazing.

Next period I have Driver's ed, so it should be pretty nice. Especially if she asks who got their permit most recently. I'm pretty sure I'll be the one who answers there. It will be great, and watch out, Utah, I'm finally driving!!

New Semester!

So, today is the last day of this term, and all I have to say about it is, "Hallelujah!" I do not have great grades, and my parents are not happy about it, as they have told me on multiple occasions. I finally got my grade in math up to a B, but it could definitely be better. I have a Chemistry paper to turn in after school, but I don't know how much difference that will make. Hopefully it will get my grade up from a C to at least a C+. I don't know if it will happen yet, but I'm hoping. My grade in English also went up slightly, and I'm hoping it will go up more soon. Some grades I cannot fix, and I guess that is just too bad. My New Year's resolution is to get better grades, and get above a 3.5. I really hope I can do it and stop procrastinating.

Deadly

Ok, so Christmas break was just barely. I stayed up past midnight on almost every night there was in the break. I slept in every morning except yesterday and today, yesterday because I had 9 o'clock church and had to get up early for it, and today because obviously I have school. It is disgusting! So I have been losing like six hours of sleep per night, and it is not very cool at all. I am going to die of sleep deprivation, because I don't have many breaks during third term, and they are all one day things. So I get to sit here and die. Maybe I will take a nap today, maybe it will take all day to do math and Chemistry. I don't know, but either way, one of these days I need to get my full amount of sleep!