Weekend Stuff

Friday night we had the awesomest (yes) time ever! We attacked people on the forum... heh... heh... Both Michael and Zaak are now kitties. *evil grin*
We got candy and watched Wall-E, which, by the way, is one of the best movies EVER.
Saturday we went an talked to old people. I said three words: I'm a sophomore. Although, I suppose that's more like three and a half. Anywho, it was fun. I found a carnation on the parking lot! But I left it at The MacQuarrie's... sorry.
At the MacQ's we stayed up until 2 (?) looking at old drawings. Heh... heh... That was really fun. Then I had a dream that Iain came down at eight and said, "Time to get up!" and I said, "NO!" and pulled the covers over my head, and fell asleep. Then I woke up at nine. *smile*
I had a random rehearsal at the Garzynski's house... or however you spell it.
This morning I moved a two hundred and fifty or so pound desk downstairs into a room the size of a bathroom. By myself. Because my sister was being a jerk and not helping me. Loserface. *smile*

Dat's all I gots to say. 'Cept Lachlan's play was awesome. And I love We As Human. Uhm.......... Yeah.

Hugs and Kisses
~Sarah~

The Best Weekend EVER!!

So, my awesome weekend started yesterday, even though it was Thursday.
We went to Explorers and had a pretty awesome time. It's awesome because there are only like fifteen people there, and all people I know. It's so much fun.
Then I had Pre-Pro. We had a regular class, but I had to leave after barre to go to Mulan rehearsal. That was fun because until 8:45 or so, they just worked on worker songs, lead songs, and reprises so Rachael, Vrie and I played on Rachael's iPod touch. Then we learned the finale and bow songs.
Then I went to Youth Group where they were making cards for the Grace girls. However, I forgot to sign it. Michael, you'd better bring it on Saturday!!
Tonight I'm going to sleepover at my dreamboat's house!!! Yes!!!! Fun fun!
Then on Saturday, we're going to the VA hospital for a ZTA project. And Rachel and I will be sleep-deprived. Mwahaha...
After that we're going to drive to Ada to see Lachlan's play and stay overnight at their house.
Yes! Best weekend EVER!!
But then it's Monday... *sigh*
Oh well. Not thinking about that.
Hugs and Kisses
~Sarah~

Oh, oops. Also! I got new headphones! They're Skullcandy. They're really cool, except I can't tell which one is R and which is L...
Also we're playing Stairway to Heaven in orchestra! It's really awesome.
Alright, now I'm done for real.

Cheesecakes!!

Your love is like a stain in my carpet
That I just can't get rid of
You love is like my college tuition
'Cause I've found that there's more than enough
Your love is like the smell in my freezer
I'll never find the source
Your love is like my roommate's massages
Without which I'd feel sore

CHORUS
Some say that your love's like a mountain
Or the rivers that run to the sea
But I know that your love's so much nearer
It's in everything I see
Oh oh oh It's in everything I see

Your love is like the air when I'm nervous
And I forget to breathe
Your love is like the boy in the next hall
Who never goes to sleep
Your love is like the hair in the shower
It's all over the walls and the floor
Your love is like the last piece of cheesecake
I'm so full but I still want more

CHORUS
Some say that your love's like a mountain
Or the rivers that run to the sea
But I know that your love's so much nearer
It's in everything I see
Oh oh oh It's in everything I see

Your love's like my overdue homework
'Cause I'm overwhelmed
Your love's like the debt that I'm gaining
'Cause I'm overwhelmed
Your love's like relationship issues
'Cause I'm overwhelmed
But your love is enough at the moment
And I'm overwhelmed

Your love is like a broken guitar string
But I don't know why
Your love is like sunburns and bee stings
But I don't know why
Your love is like laundry detergent
But I don't know why
You love me though I don't deserve it
And I don't know why

CHORUS
Some say that your love's like a mountain
Or the rivers that run to the sea
But I know that your love's so much nearer
It's in everything I see
Oh oh oh It's in everything I see
It's in everything I see
Oh oh oh It's in everything I see

Lyrics? Fail!

So, I can't find the lyrics online, and I'm going to try to write them up myself. Wish me luck!

It's time for bed
Go to sleep little one
Rest your head
Daddy loves you, he loves you.

The world's asleep
But there's no sleep for me
I feel the nudge
To fill my veins with these drugs

CHORUS
I hate myself
For who I am
For what I've done
I just need some deliverance
'Cause I hate myself
For who I am
For what I've done
I just need some deliverance

Just need some deliverance

I'm so afraid
'Cause this addiction won't break
It takes a taste
And leaves me nothing but nothing

I feel alone
I feel there's nobody out there
I'm all alone
I could just end this right here

CHORUS
'Cause I hate myself
For who I am
For what I've done
I just need some deliverance
'Cause I hate myself
For who I am
For what I've done
I just need some deliverance

And then one day I met you
And you took it all away

CHORUS
I no longer hate myself
For who I am
And the things I've done
Jesus, you're my deliverance
'Cause I no longer hate myself
For who I am
And for the things I've done
Jesus you're my deliverance

BRIDGE
Jesus you're my deliverance
You came down
Jesus you're my deliverance
Deliverance
Deliverance

Correct me if I'm wrong, and fill in the blanks!

Strange Experiences Galore

Oh my! So, interesting things today were plentiful, and I hardly left the house!

Zaak, I don't know what to do with you. You may actually get water on your head on Thursday.

Also, I sneezed a tad of blood. Fun fun. I'm fine, it's just temperature changes.

YAYAYAYAY!!!!!!! WE'RE GOING TO ADA ON SATURDAY!!!!!!!!! Huzzah! We're going to see Lachlan in Fiddler on the Roof. He's Tenye, or however you spell his name. The dad guy. I want to see him in a beard... *laugh*

I just spent ten bucks on ten songs! Yay for gift certificates! Yay for Birthdays!

On Friday we went to ECD. It was really really fun!! I had the almost the prettiest dress, besides my dreamboat, who was quite the Belle. *wink*
I danced with Michael, Jon, and Scott. It was quite fun. The one I danced with Jon went on FOREVER. Everybody was dying and out of breath by the end. Blah, it was tiring!

Uhm... I think that's it...?
Oh, I've had a terrible headache for a whole day. I've taken Tylonel and Ibuprofen, but it's not going away. Prayers would be awesome, thanks!

Hugs and Kisses!
~Sarah~

Surprises

I realize I never posted my surprises... so.
I figured out this on the violin. It's called Ashokan Farewell, or something like that. It's really pretty. I'm working on a variation, I guess you would call it, with chords, doublestops, etc.
Then, I got a really, really pretty leotard for Rachel! My dreamboat!!!! I want one...
Yesterday was my and Rachel's 2 month dreamboativersery! YAY!!!
Alright, that was short, but I have to go to ballet.

Hugs and Kisses!
~Sarah~

Sleeping? Not really.

So, I probably should sleep. I'm hyper now though.

So, today I went to an awesome ball! It was English Country Dancing. It was an elegance ball, so everyone wore fancy period gowns, etc. Books was Elizabeth Bennet, and probably beautifuller (yes) than the real person. I danced with three guys! Which is one more than last time. We didn't actually get there until eight, even though it started at seven. I helped Michael and Rachel and Jonny and.............David? And little people? Yeah. I helped them set up. We got all the lights up! Although the stupid ladder scared me to death. Gr. Then, when we were at the ball, half of the ceiling lights went out, and some of the wall lights were blinking. Grump. I'd post pictures... but I don't have any. Dang. I see if I can get one. I had the awesomest dress ever! My mom made it! It's really pretty. I think I have one picture of that... I'll look.

Uhm......... so yeah. Everything is mostly average now...? Except my silly little problems, but those will (hopefully) soon be resolved. Oh, the life of a teenage girl. *sigh*

Hugs and Kisses!
~Sarah, Wonder, Dweeb, Dreamboat, the little weirdo, etc. etc.~

PS. I found a picture! The lighting is kind of horrible, but whatever.

I broke 40!

Alright, the forty-first post. Aren't you excited!!! *woot* It'll be short because I need to go to bed.

So, tomorrow we're going to have a 'photo shoot'! Yay! *grumble* This means full costume and make-up for an hour taking random pictures for posters, programs, advertisement, etc. instead of homework or making my dress. This means oh, so much more cramped schedule for me and oh, so much more grumpy me. Hoorah.

I'm going to make my dress for ECD tomorrow! Or try...
On Friday we're going to set up, then go to Michael's house for a... homework-over? I guess that's what you'd call it. Then go dance the night away! Yay!

Alright, I have more to say, but I guess I should go get sleepings now.

Hugs and Kisses,
~Sarah~

GRAH!!!!!

So, I still feel like smashing my face into dirt. I can't learn. I won't learn. I need a very hard slap. And then a very long hug. I feel like swearing my head off and breaking every one of the ten commandments in under a minute. And then screaming until my face goes blue. Lots of prayer would be very appreciated. Very.
Thanks,
Very big hugs to all and kisses to some. *wink*
~Sarah~

Partay!!!

Yay!
Yesterday Rachel turned 16!!! (Happy birthday, dreamboat! Hope you have many more. And congratulations on not being kissed... except by me. <3)
So, now we're gonna party! Yay food!

Then we (as in me, Rachel, and Spence) are going to stay at Zaak and Livie's house! YAY! This is going to be so much fun!

And that's my spaz for the day. Hm... what shall I talk about? Oh! Today I got a haircut! Yay! I curled my hair (in under twenty minutes, thank you) and I look really pretty! Huzzah!

I have surprises for people, but I can't reveal one until tomorrow, and the other until Thursday, so stay tuned! Hehe!

Ano... I fink dat's it. So, TTFN ~ ta ta for now!
Hugs and kisses to y'all,
~Sarah~

Takin' a break

So, I have like a bajillion pages of physics to do, then a bajillion pages of history, a bajillion hours of practicing violin, and I have to go to Mrs. Howell's house. >.<
Can you say overwhelmed?
Also, I left my book 7 at ULC, so I couldn't practice yesterday. *sigh* I'm really dreading Sunday.
I need to learn this stupid Bach Concerto to graduate from book7. And, by the way, I really really don't like Bach. At all. It's all repeaty and mono... whatever the word is. I can't think.

But I was reading Nehemiah this morning. He had to build a freakin' wall with people staring at him and jeering him. It's like Noah, except being attacked. If Nehemiah could rebuild Jerusalem, I can surely do a chapter of physics and a chapter of history.

Alright, back to Coulomb and the crazy electric field people.

Hugs and kisses to y'all,
~Sarah~

I'M FINALLY DONE!!!

Yay! So, I finally finished this dumb story. Don't comment on the end, because I know it's horrible. I come up with better ideas later. Have fun reading!

“Captain Izaak Lamb,
You are to deliver a message very quickly to the King of the Isle of Thelen. The letter is enclosed in this bag. You have 168 hours to complete this mission. Once you have delivered it, go immediately to the Governor. Do not return to headquarters. The Governor will alert us of your safe return, and then you will be sent home.
Thank you, General K.”
Izaak slid the paper back into his brown leather satchel. He was finally going on a mission by himself. Nobody would escort him, watch him, distract him, or help him. He was alone.
The sound of horse hoofs thudded on the powdery dirt path mixed with the steady heaving breath of the horse was slowly making Izaak drowsier and drowsier. He shifted his weight uncomfortably in the saddle and wished for night to come. It was only five in the afternoon.
The beautiful green countryside slowly shifted into brown wasteland. Ragged mountaintops loomed in the distance to the West and a dark forest to the East. Izaak could see only one small trickling stream in all the miles ahead. He stopped, dismounted, started to fill his canteen and wash his chestnut horse. As he was sitting there, splashing his feet in the cool, clear water, he heard a sound. It wasn’t very loud, but it sounded like a baby whimpering. Izaak looked around until he saw movement on the other side of the stream. A tiny black thing was slowly crawling away from a large puddle.
Izaak jumped across the stream and carefully picked up the black thing. It was a little kitten, soaked to the bone and clearly malnourished. As Izaak jumped over the stream, back to his horse, he heard a scream. He whirled around, just in time to see a young girl darting towards him. He rushed behind the horse, which looked at the girl wide-eyed but stayed put as it was trained to do.
“What do you want, girl?” asked Izaak, trying to keep any panic from his voice.
“What did you do to my kitten?” shrieked the girl, quite enraged. She was skinny and had long, dark red hair. Her clothes were dark, all tattered and torn, and much too small for the girl, even though she was less than five feet tall. Around her neck hung a small leather pouch, just big enough to fit a couple apples.
“This thing? Here! Take it back!” Izaak walked back around the horse and shoved the sopping kitten into the girl’s dirty face. He was not exceptionally fond of cats. The girl carefully, but firmly snatched the kitten away. It mewed and snuggled up against her chest.
“What is your name, girl?” Izaak asked. His loud voice made the girl cringe, and she turned and started to leave. “Wait! I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you. Please, what is your name?” he asked, with a gentler tone of voice.
The girl slowly turned back around, stroking the shivering kitten. “My name is Elisabeth,” she said. “Why do you care, Captain?”
“Because I…” Izaak started. How did she know he was a Captain? “Well, Elisabeth. You seem to be a rather smart girl. How did you know I was a Captain?”
“Oh, my daddy was a Captain a while back. I can tell because you always talk so loudly.” She smiled innocently as she rubbed her kitten with her black tunic.
He thought about interrogating her, but decided against it. The lack of sunshine reminded him of how limited his time was. “Well then, Elisabeth the Captain’s daughter, good luck and see you in the future.” Izaak remounted his horse and started to head off. As the horse started to walk, though, Izaak felt a bump and something against his back. Startled he turned his head and let out a stifled yell. Elisabeth had mounted the horse from the rear and was sitting on the rump of the horse, smiling.
“Hello, Captain. I hope you don’t mind if we come with you. It’s frightfully boring out here in the desert with only bears and snakes as company.” She looked at him as a puppy would look at someone with food.
“Oh, dear… Well, I’m going to be doing dangerous things. I have to deliver a message to the King, and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” said Izaak, willing himself not to look at her face.
“Oh, the King? I know a short cut to the King’s castle! You don’t have to go through this frightful desert either. It’s so dry out here. Please, take me. I’ll show you how to get to the castle in four days!” Again, she threw him her puppy dog eyes.
“No. We are definitely not taking any shortcuts.” He shuddered as he remembered his last shortcut, which had ended injuring nine out of ten of his party. “I’ll go the way I know, that way I won’t get lost. You must stay here. Please, go run off to your parents.” Then, the thing Izaak least expected happened. Tears formed in the corners of the little girl’s eyes and one slithered down her cheek. “Oh, no. Please don’t cry.” He looked away awkwardly.
“No…” the girl sniffled. “No, I just wanted to go on an adventure. My daddy and my mum were… “ She drifted off into a thoughtful silence.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder and trying to console her. “Listen, where does this shortcut lead?”
“It goes through the mountains! It’s so very pretty up there, and you can see all around!” she said, her bright smile returning to her little round face. “It only takes a day or two to go all the way up and all the way down. It gets frightfully cold up there at night, so I try to go all the way up and down in one day. I only did it once, but I had a donkey. It should be easy with a horse as big as this one.” The kitten clambered up onto her lap.
“Listen, I’ll take you with me, but we’re not going to take any shortcuts,” he said sternly. “Also, you have to keep quiet. I’m on an important mission, and I can’t be disturbed.”
“Whatever you say, Captain!” She threw him a quick salute and placed the kitten into the little pouch around her neck. “But I definitely recommend the shortcut. There’s a frightful amount of robbers in the woods, and if you run into them, they’ll take you and string you up by a pine tree.”
“Well, I don’t think that’ll be too much of a problem. There are only two of us, so they’re bound to bound to miss us or at least ignore us,” he said confidently.
“Well, I promised I wouldn’t say anything, Captain. The choice is yours,” said Elisabeth, shrugging nonchalantly.
“Good girl, let’s go.” He urged the horse on and it started to walk towards the forest. After an hour or resting, the sun had sunk below the mountain peaks so the light was quickly dimming so Izaak wanted to reach the cover of the trees as soon as he could.
The horse continued at a slow gallop towards the forest for another two hours. Once they had gone ten minutes into the forest, Izaak stopped the horse and was about to dismount, but heard the soft breathing of Elisabeth sleeping against his back. He gently shook her awake, dismounted the horse and assisted Elisabeth in doing the same. She curled up against a fifty-foot pine tree and instantly fell asleep. Izaak draped his faded green cloak over her small shivering form. Then he tied the horse to a smaller tree and lay down next to the pine tree.
Izaak awoke to the sound of Elisabeth shrieking. He heard a hiss, and the scream was abruptly cut off and Izaak whirled his head towards his horse, then Elisabeth. Seven large men dressed all in black and wearing scarves around their faces had surrounded them. Two were holding the horse, two had grabbed Elisabeth, and the other three were standing menacingly behind Izaak. One of them was pressing something against Elisabeth’s neck. It glinted in the moonlight that shone through the canopy of leaves and Izaak gasped. It was a long knife. One of the men standing behind him whispered fiercely, “Don’t move, or we slit the girl’s throat.”
“What do you want?” asked Izaak, masking the terror in his voice. Why did he ignore Elisabeth’s suggestion? He knew perfectly well that there were no robbers in the mountains; it was much too cold.
“All we want is the message. Give us the message, and you may go free,” said the apparent leader of the group. “After we run our little errand of course.” All the men chuckled menacingly.
“Very well,” said Izaak gravely. “Whatever you like. Please don’t harm the girl though. She has nothing to do with me.”
“We will do whatever we like, Right boys?” Most of the men utter a grunt or phrase of approval. He removed the letter from Izaak’s satchel, along with a small bag of dry biscuits and salt pork. “Now, both of you come with us.”
Elisabeth’s face was the very image of terror, but Izaak’s mind was working over time to devise a plan of escape. Three men seized each of them and the other one led the horse. They took them to a clearing that was filled with old empty wine bottles, molding meat, and burnt firewood. In the center of the clearing was a circle of blackened rocks full of ashes. The men shoved Elisabeth and Izaak against a large tree and wrapped a thick cord around them several times.
The leader of the bandits piled firewood into the circle of rocks and started a fire with a flint and tinder. As the fire grew, the other six men crowded around it, rabbits and bottles of wine in hand, and started talking loudly in a language that neither Izaak nor Elisabeth could understand. As the content of the bottles diminished and the fire dimmed, the men dropped off to sleep, snoring loudly.
As the last bandit fell asleep, Izaak whispered to Elisabeth. “Hey, wake up. We need to get out of here as soon as we can.”
Elisabeth opened her eyes and said, “Oh, that shouldn’t be a problem.” Izaak looked puzzled. “You see, my kitten is a mast escape artist.”
Rolling his eyes, Izaak said, “That great, but we need to escape. Not the cat.”
The kitten scrambled out of the little pouch that hung around Elisabeth’s neck and perched on her shoulder like a pirate’s parrot. To Izaak’s amazement, it started nibbling on the cord that tied them to the tree. After twenty minutes of nibbling, one of the cords finally snapped. Izaak pushed out his arms and the rest of them fell about their feet. “Good job, kitty. Alright, Captain, shall we get moving?”
“Yes, but we need to get the message. How do we do that without waking them up?” His eyes widened as Elisabeth pulled the little piece of paper from her pouch. “How did you get that?” he stammered. “You must be… I mean he was… I mean…”
“Oh, it really wasn’t that hard. He took it and gave it to one of the men who were pushing me. They’re frightfully stupid. He put it in a pocket in his cloak. Kitty snuck into his pocket and brought the letter into her pouch.” She smiled and handed him the letter.
The two of them quietly walked around the sleeping men, mounted Izaak’s horse, and swiftly but silently departed the forest. They stopped at the stream where Izaak had first met Elisabeth to restock on victuals and water, and set off to the mountains.
For the next four days they traveled across the mountains. They reached the King’s castle on the seventh day, delivered the message, and then set off in the direction of the Governor. On the way there, Izaak said, “So, I guess you were right. I’m sorry.”
Elisabeth smiled and said, “It’s alright. I understand. Is your mission done now?”
“As soon as we reach the Governor, then I’ll have finished,” he said.
“Great. I have something for you,” she said.
“What is it?” he asked suspiciously.
She reached in her pouch and pulled out a small black thing. “It’s a stuffed kitty! I made it while you were sleeping. I slept while we rode, so I figured I would keep watch at night. It was frightfully boring, so I found some ferns and stuffed this with it.”
Izaak looked at the cat warily, then shrugged. “Thank you,” he said, taking it and placing it in his satchel. “You know, after this I’ll have another mission. Would you like to come along?”
“I would love to!” she said, smiling brightly.

ADD lots and lots

Gr. So I need to write a story for British Lit. It's very due and I just can't focus on the stupid thing! *bonks head on soft thing*
I also missed dance because I'm stupid and forget my stuff and stupid and need to write papers and stupid and need to go to church and stupid. And very very very very very mad at myself. Sometimes I wish I could curl up and hibernate.

On a happier note, I GOT INTO MUSHU'S CHORUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this also means less time at Youth Group... *tears*
Man, I can't wait for tomorrow. I need a break from all this crap. Also, tomorrow I don't have to be at school until 1:20! Yay for switchings!!! Also, French is over so I only have to stay there for an hour and 10 minutes instead of all day!! Yay!!

Yay! I got new contacts and new glasses! The glasses are really cute! They're blue and purple with little silver flowers on the sides! Now I can see 1000000% better! And yes, there is such thing as 1000000% no matter what some people say. So pooh-pooh to the math.

There was something else, only I can't remember. Oh well. Please pray for my stupid random ADD to go away so I can actually get stuff done.

Hugs and Kisses to all of you! And thanks for reading.
~~Sarah~~
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~_~ ^-^ *-* ^~^ *laugh*

Dunstan Cass - The Swindler

I wrote this for British Literature, and I liked it. So! Enjoy.

A black figure stole out of the large mansion carrying a small sack over its shoulder. The mansion was called the Red House and the figure was its owner’s son: Dunstan Cass. Dunstan was a smart, shady character with a smooth tongue that he used to swindle people. Right now, the sack he carried contained a bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, and a small crystal vase that his younger brother had sold him. Dunstan had managed to purchase it for two pounds and was planning on selling it to dear Mrs. Winthrop for ten pounds.
He made his way to the Winthrop residence, a cozy brick house with smoke wafting out the chimney. Mrs. Winthrop, humming a little tune, was weeding with her little son, Aaron. Dunstan called out with a cheesy smile and a wheedling tone, “Top o’ the day, Mrs. Winthrop. How’s the baby?”
Aaron ran behind his mother, peeped his head out, and jammed his thumb into his little mouth. “Good day, Mr. Dunstan, sir. He’s just wonderful. What’s in the bag?” asked Mrs. Winthrop, skepticism mounting in her voice.
“I’m so glad you asked that, ma’am. This here,” he removed the vase from the sack. “This is a genuine diamond vase. I’m going to let you have it for only ten pounds, because you’ve such a pretty face.” His smile broadened and he patted the vase. It twinkled in the warm sun as Dunstan stroked its smooth surface.
“Oh? A pretty face has I, eh? A pretty face you’ll have when I’m through with you!” She whipped a potato from her apron pocket and flung it at Dunstan’s face. “Go swindle someone else with your low tricks! I may be pretty, but I ain’t stupid!” She bolted after him, still pelting him with potatoes and weeds.
Dunstan turned and ran as fast as his long legs could carry him. After two minutes of straight sprinting he finally looked back. All he could see of Mrs. Winthrop and her painful potatoes was the smoke lazily curling up towards the clouds. Nobody saw him again the next day, but anyone who had would have run away at the sight of his purple cheek.
Dunstan plodded along the dirt road towards the Red House. After spending two days with nothing but a bottle of red wine and a loaf of stale bread, he decided it was time for some meat. After drinking the entire bottle of wine in one day he was still slightly drunk, but he knew that nobody at home – except maybe Godfrey, his brother – would even care, nonetheless notice his return. He staggered up the front stairs and attempted to open the large, wooden door. His tired, alcohol-impaired eyes couldn’t make out the doorknob or the knocker so instead he collapsed in front of the door with a thud.
Hearing a noise, Godfrey Cass hurried to the front door and flung it open. He wasn’t surprised to see his brother sprawled out on the porch. The thought that he should just leave his drunken brother there flashed in his mind, but he decided against it. He sighed and wondered what his idiot brother had tried this time. Grabbing Dunstan’s arms, Godfrey hauled his brother to the Great Hall and deposited his unconscious figure on the couch.
When Dunstan came to, he was startled to see a great big moose staring into his face. Jumping up, he uttered a faint cry. His head pounded and he eased himself back onto the couch cushion. He was home again, probably to end up back in some no-good deal with another person smarter than himself, but he wouldn’t admit that. Dunstan was a proud, stupid man.

Stuff...?

School can go die in a hole. Along with being awake, stress, and dead pointe shoes. Well, I guess dead pointe shoes are... already dead.

So... what has been happening in my life? Not much actually. My life is pretty monotonous at the time. I can't think right now, but that's not very unusual. I usually don't think.

Tonight is Youth Group! Yay! I get to see my friends! ^-^

Uhm... I really don't have much to say. The past... well, forever has been pretty much run-of-the-mill. What does that phrase mean, anyways? Tell me when you find out.

Ah...................... There's nothing else to say...?
Tell me what to say!
Love y'all!

OH! I turned 16 on Thursday! That's weird. I'm 16. o.O
I had a 45 minute lunch at Friday's, then I went to MSBOA Festival (we got all I's), then rehearsal. Rachel told Amie it was my birthday... so everybody sang. >.<