this week i met bryan clay, dog sat yogi, and slammed into a cactus.
Saturday, March 28, 2009 7:28 PM
This week as been yet another interesting week. Everyday I come home thinking, "Man today was interesting!". No joke. Something cool happens everyday, PTL! :)
1. Life has just been going by so fast. Seriously. Only 40 days of school left (not counting weekends), and I feel like I've only been in school for a shorter time. I feel like I've just been sitting in school, and time has just gone by with me zoning out, not knowing that everything has been going by past me so fast. I'm not sure how to explain, but it's just amazing how fast time flies. Seriously, I still don't know some people in my classes. It's terrible since this is my last year here in America, and of course, in Valley.
2. I met Bryan Clay, an olympic gold medalist (track and field) this week. He came to our school to speak for chapel, which was a GREAT experience. Diane told me that an olympic gold medalist would come speak for our school for a chapel, but I never really knew she REALLY meant THE olympics. I thought she meant some guy that won some decathlon that was for some reason named after the olympics. But apparently not! His lecture for us wasn't very special, probably not interesting at all, if it wasn't for his fame. I got a picture with him AND an autograph (I just happened to be taking notes that day and well, happened to have a notebook with me!). Thanks, God, haha! :D
3. A family friend of ours was going somewhere from Wed-Sun, so she let us babysit (or dog sit in this case) Yogi, her dog! Yogi's an amazing dog. Seriously, she is so well trained and obedient that I'm totally jealous that she's not our dog. We have two cats, but she's very gentle around them. I took her on a walk and she doesn't need a leash. I give her a bath and she stays still and doesn't shake. She's so well mannered and amazing. :)
That's kinda the main points, but also what I wanna say is that the weather pretty much sucks right now. I can't believe Spring already started... grr, winter is the only season I like. It's so hot already, I don't even want to imagine what Summer will be like. I hate the heat. Hate it. Hate it. I guess that's all.
Oh, man! I just realized that next week is Spiritual Emphasis week! That means chapel everyday! Which probably means shorter classes! :) And I just love chapel. Makes me happy. A guy named Mark Cahill is speaking... his name sounds so familiar but I can't put my finger on it. It's also accreditation week next week, which means everyone has to be well behaved (and no food in class). Boo.
And I'm going to Florida the day after school ends! I'M SO EXCITED! My mom's friend is bringing us with him to Florida because his company is paying for him to go there. Other people from the company he works at is going, too, but he's the main person, so that means we go there a day earlier and we're the VIP, VIP guests. Yay! :) First class seats, Hilton suites, probably a limousine, all you can eat dinners, and more! Yay!
(I also slammed into a cactus while walking Yogi today. But luckily I didn't get hurt that much. Woo, go God!)
guitar solo
Thursday, March 05, 2009 8:18 PM
I hate history. We have to work on a 5-7 page research paper due on Monday and I haven't started on it yet. So I tried to an hour ago. This is basically what I came up with (times five).
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And then we tested out our new scanner (I typed scammer at first)/copy machine/fax machine. I freak out about these things because I've never had one, and I've always wanted to press my butt against the scanner thing like they do on TV. Of course, I didn't, because 1. (umm... i originally type something here but it was quite disturbing so i erased it)? 2. it's kind of gross, anyways. 3. I thought it would give me radiation. So I put my kitty's paws on the scanner thing and covered her face so she wouldn't die just in case, and she didnt care 'cause she thought the scanner thing was cool n'ways.
Conclusion: History sucks, it makes you procrastinate and fail! >:(
stay with me
Wednesday, March 04, 2009 10:14 PM
Often i hear you bickering with your people, and I do not know what to think. I sigh and follow the normal routine, taking my belongings and walking quickly yet calmly away to my room, my sanctuary. Of course, there's always the eye roll once you've looked away, or sometimes even in front of you so you can see my disappointment with you. i have no fear in doing so because I know you are wrong, and I have done almost nothing to hurt you, so if you shout at me, i can just head on over to my room, which is what i am doing right now. I shut the door behind me quietly so i do not draw attention to myself and lock the door so that you may not come in. I don't want you in, that's why i locked it, by the pooping way. I don't care if i don't know you that well, and i don't even call you by your name (I call you by a nickname that apparently you don't like - you told you but not to my face - behind your back, but i'm pretty sure you know because you tell yourself everything, I think, and you can sometimes hear me speaking that disgusting name. (personally i believe it is not very revolting, it is just a sign of closeness and friendship - I would not call someone by a nickname unless I like them in some way... unless it's an offensive nickname, but i don't mean that to be offensive)
while your people scream and bicker at each other, i cover my ears with pillows like they do on the telly, but it doesn't really work because hello kitty flower-shaped pillows don't work that well, and it kinda hurts my face somehow (it squishes my nose). I take out my beloved picture box (it has whinnie the pooh on it) and look through the pictures. Of course the first thing i see is my favorite, him with me, and i break down right when i touch it. when I explode into water i try not to let your people hear, or the lady next to me, so I try to explode quietly and not let the fireworks shoot out. I don't think it works though. sometimes I hear footsteps near my door, or quiet knocking at my door, like the innocent lady next to me is trying to ask me if I am alright. I immediately stop the process of exploding (or imploding) and listen for any more noises. If there are any, i just ignore them and explode even quieter. if there are not, i shall go on.
then I talk to myself, sometimes because I like to talk to myself before talking to others so that i will make it sound right, since I never think before i talk (even though I end up never talking to someone after planning what to say because I feel quite stupid). and then I end up talking to God, because i realize again for the hundreth billionth time that God always understands you no matter what you say, even if you say what you don't plan to say, or even if you say before you think. really, there is no point in speaking or thinking at all, because He just knows, but I say it anyways. it makes me feel more dramatic.
Sometimes I feel like exploding even more because it makes me feel good, somehow. it's very ironic. Maybe i'm just a drama queen, but still. you say that it makes people feel better and it's good to let things out and melt.
Your people are stubborn and do not want to lose. it reminds me of me when I'm in PE, trying to win that championship so i can get the first pick at the apples. we are both competitive and try to win, but there is no point because everyone gets to get the apples anyways, and they're kind of the same. your people try to win, but there is no point because all you do is make yourself sound stupid, and if you think about it, usually in arguments, both sides are correct in some way, even if it has nothing to do with the topic. You do not agree to talk before listening to the other side, and often I hear through my hello kitty flower shaped pillow, "no, listen to ME" because you think you are right. Which you can be, but it would be nice if someone listened to the other side first, or took turns, or didn't explode (not in my way) quickly. it would be nice. the world would survive longer, that is what I think.
I am also your people, and we are the same. Listen.
start spreading the news, i'm leaving today
Sunday, March 01, 2009 10:24 PM
Busy week(end)... we've been packing up all our stuff because we just found out officially on Friday that we're moving on Monday. 3 days may sound very little to pack up everything in your house... and it is. I used to have my grandma, grandpa, dad, mom, sister, and me (not all at the same time - my grandpa died before I was born) living in my house for more than 20 years, so you can probably imagine how much junk we have. We remodeled our house a year after my dad died, and we seriously threw away like half the stuff in the house. And now, after moving everything, we're throwing away even more, but we STILL have tons of stuff.
It's fun though, because I find stuff that I never remembered owning. I found a painting from a few years ago in my garage (where we put everything old and just leave it there) and I've been staring at it for a while and have no idea what it is... either it was supposed to be a butterfly or a mask. Or maybe it was abstract... I can't tell. That's how artistic I am.
But the bad thing is that I have to crush my spirits and throw away everything I don't need, which really hurts me, because I'm the kind of person who likes to keep things that remind me of the past. Oh, well, I guess. I have to let go of the past.
Anyways, I'm excited. Love the house. :) Scared I'll lose tons of things though... my mom hired cheap movers.