These shoes are $300!!!

You think GIRLS are finicky shoppers?
I went shopping for shirts and ties with my brother - he just bought a suit.
Then he and my mom discussed color and pattern for what seemed like hours.
It seemed like they were on the same wavelength, but if I tried to make a seemingly helpful comment, it was wrong.
So they just ENTJ-ed together while I pouted in a corner.
But that was me overreacting again. Nathan finally decided on a white shirt with two solid-colored ties (mustard yellow and maroon) and my mom bought me ice cream, which was nice since I didn't make her shopping trip any easier.
Then, since there was, for some strange reason, a coffee table in the backseat, we all crammed into the front seat.
It was like riding in a clown car.
Then Nathan and I squabbled over the seatbelt ("I was trying to find it." "You were taking forever!" "YOu were sitting on it!" "Why didn't you ask me to move?" "I didn't know you were sitting on it!!!"). Fun stuff.
Life has been pretty slow and the most excitement I had was laughing at some molested turkeys (long story) and trying to figure out who was eating all the Pop Tarts.
Seriously, it's a mystery.
William just ripped out 2 Pop Tarts like it was no big deal, but he said he didn't eat any the day before. Actually, he said he didn't eat 2 yesterday, which, according to William Logic, probably means he ate one the day before, and then one the next day, but that's not technically eating 2 in one day, which is what he is convinced had me so incensed.
I was just curious. My dad was giggling rather guiltily, but seemed appalled that I would accuse him of taking the dang Pop Tarts.
Aaargh. THEY WERE SUNDAE FLAVORED!!!
I just want to know.
Dad's trying to kill the dog. Not entirely sure why.
Life for her in this heat wave hasn't been fun. Can you imagine a black dog, even a short hair one, finding respite from this heat?
I can't either. And she's having a hard time finding it. Instead of being her chipper self, you can find her lying lazily all over the house: in front of the bathroom, in various doorways, next to the screen door, etc.
And on my bed. A lot of the time. We're sleeping without sheets, which means clothes are mandatory.
Awwwww darn.
Lol. Kidding.
Or am I?

Listening to perverts sing

Thenardier tries to prostitute Cosette in the movie. Sooooooooo icky.
"Perhaps Monsieur would like her to play in his lap."
Ewwwwwwwwwwww.
I'm trying to figure out teenage boys and Facebook simultaneously.
It's proving rather difficult.
Facebook requires a better attention span.
My mustachioed friend is not-so-subtlely pushing for a "relationship".
He thinks I'm completely snowed, too, which is...sad.
There are other random incidents of miscommunication that are still weirding me out.
That, and the double standards about body hair between genders really bug me when I'm out of razors.
We washed the trailer yesterday and ate all of the church's ice cream.
But Kevin took the first one, so it's technically his fault.
And Pastor Mike took one.
We proceeded to eat half the box and many melted otter pops. Mmmmmmm...
CCU gave us a free CD, and it's...
...different.
Aaaaagh, I can't do it anymore.
I need some Les Miserables.
Or perhaps some Matt White.
Mmmmmm, poppy goodness.
I've been listening to Michelle Branch, too.
And Nathan's loving Extreme for their song "More than Words".
Have to admit, I like it, too.
For once I have nothing to say.

Can you blame me for wanting a super monkey?

He's fast! He's strong! He'll pop all your bloons!
School finally let out on Thursday. Classes were only 27 minutes long, but each class was the longest 27 minutes of my life.
And I wore a skirt for the first time in 2 or 3 years. I was girling it up. Flaunting it. All that good stuff.
Then we went to Dairy Queen and I got the crappiest dipped cone I'd ever seen.
It was like a mountain rather than a triumphant curlicue. And not a beautiful mountain. If there is such a thing.
And it tasted like a melancholy cloud.
It would've been poetic if it hadn't been so disgusting.
GROSS!
And the weather has kind of sucked since then. It was like, "Woooo, Summer Break!!!" And yet there are clouds in the sky, it's down to 50 degrees, and it rained today.
Fun.
I hate it here.
But we went to Seattle for the Mariners game, which made me love Washington again.
I know. We have a complicated relationship.
My dad and I sat right behind home plate, and talked about music ("Do you like Candlebox Twenty?" "....") while eating delicious pizza and full-fat ice cream.
Yeah, I'll be honest; I only got to baseball games for the food.
But I managed to pay attention...and we won! So that was nice.
The helmet cups were overrated. It's $7 for a helmet full of ice cream, and you say to yourself, "A whole HELMET? With whipped cream? $7? BRING IT ON!" So you troop over to the ice cream stand and wait in line forever, all while chanting and psyching yourself up for a whole HELMETFUL of ICE CREAM! It's 7-year-old Bill Cosby's dream-come-true. So you get up there and fork over 7 bucks and choose from a grand total of 3 flavors...and then they bring out the helmet.
It's tiny.
It's smaller than the $5 cups they use for ice cream.
It's a rip off.
But it's so darn cute!

Christians at an alehouse?

Despite the fact that I didn't get into bed until 2:00 AM last night, and then Tie stole all the covers, Grad Night last night was pretty bomb.
And yeah, I was the only one who didn't whip out a brand new prom dress for the occassion.
But my dress was one of those perfect, God-given shopping moments.
You see it and you just know.
Because my life is a romantic comedy with Meg Ryan and Hugh Jackman.
Ew, I just watched "Kate and Leopold" and it was terrible.
They always describe Meg Ryan's characters as "quirky" and "independent" when the proper word would probably be "ditzy" or "clueless".
Anyway.
Good times.
And the pastors didn't give me questionable stares because of the amount of leg and cleavage I was showing.
Speaking of pastors, Pastor Mike hid under the stage for 3 HOURS during the "Clue"-esque production put on during dinner.
It's always the quiet ones...
...but it was really Milton Bradley.
And it was a little disappointing pulling up to BJ's in Tacoma after a seemingly endless drive, but the Pizookies were totally worth it.
And the flatbread pizza.
Mmmm, vanilla bean ice cream.
And our waitress was all wise and actually enjoyed her job.
Why that was memorable, I don't know why.
But she was nice.
And had cool hair.
And gave Josh an orchard full of lemons for his homemade lemonade.
Harry Potter seems like perfect summer reading material.
Because every book opens in the beginning of summer, when it's hot out and everyone but Harry is lazing about.
And then, while you laze about yourself, you get to read about a school 10 times cooler than yours will ever be.
Even if it's always cold there.

White-coated ninja stalks at night

It's 35 degrees outside, which is supposedly WARMER than the past few days, but the weathermen neglected to tell us all about the wind chill factor.
So, in actuality, it's 5 degrees outside.
Is it really that weird to be able to drink a milkshake in snowy weather? Hot cocoa just isn't the same.
Francesca Lia Block keeps blowing me away. "Necklace of Kisses" is somehow better than "Baby Be-Bop", the best of the Weetzie Bat books.
AND THEY'RE MAKING A MOVIE!
We got at least 3 more inches of snow, and it's been snowing off and on (but it's also been raining and sleeting, so the chances of us getting any more snow today are low).
Church has been cancelled - again.
That's twice this week. GET BEHIND ME, SATAN! I have Jesus on my side!!
And Meg and Jack White, but they don't count nearly as much.
It doesn't seem like Christmas Eve, but it most definitely is. We couldn't wait till this evening, so the 5 of us got up early and opened our presents.
Aha, I have cellphone!! Finally!!
And it's green.
Someone made a book of some of the best lolcatz. It's pretty funny.
Halp! I'm in ur cupz...soaking up your teaz.
I also got "Folie a Deux" and "The Silver Cord" - at last.
"Folie a Deux" is pretty good. Yes, that's the extent of my musical commentary. Because saying, "Oh my gosh, Patrick has SUCH an amazing voice and Joe is SOOOO good at guitar and that one song was AWESOME!" seems to carry just about as much meaning.
I'm pretty musically retarded.
Or at least musically close-minded.
Or close-minded in general. Hey, Republican.

Funny AND sexy

"A Midsummer Night's Dream" is a very creative movie, and I love Shakespeare, but it was quite...naked.
Having Christian Bale, Rupert Everett, and Dominic West in one movie was wonderful. And none of them wore shirts half the time!
So Christine and I babysat Elyse and Jin for 8 and a half hours.
Yeah. You can tell that went well.
We probably shouldn't be alone together.
We ended up taking the goats on a walk, playing with the Barbies for a long team, and consuming massive amounts of junk food.
Baby Ben and Jerry's!
Church was great. I was super emotional all day, though. I think it was hormones and lack of sleep.
Bad combo.
But we watched a Nooma movie in Primetime and I love those.
Only the woman in it got hit by a truck.
She got HIT by a TRUCK.
Sierra's mom didn't let her go to church today. They're both really hurting and Sierra's sad that her mom thinks she doesn't love her and it's all confusing. :(
Just...everything.
Ugh, I wish Kristine didn't have to move in the summer.
And there's math homework to do. :P

Smile, it's the end of the world!

I GOT MY BRACES OFF!!
And, somehow, it doesn't seem worth it.
All my teeth are really big and white and straight like little tombstones, but it really doesn't look all that attractive.
And I never smile with my mouth open, so what's the point?
And now I have to wear two retainers.
Yeah, TWO.
And they make it a little hard to talk.
And I have to wear them all the time.
This reminds me of the rubber band fiasco.
But they DID fund a trip to Coldstone for me and my family because they'd run out of caramel apples.
I can be pacified with ice cream.
Coldstone is better than Ferdinand's, I think.
I love Ferdinand's, but they don't have as many creative flavors.
Now I can eat CARAMEL!
After I take out my retainers, anyway.
But it was sort of embarrassing trying to ask my dad for "toaster strudels" and he was like, "What? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?"
Tie is feeling better today, but she still itches and is sort of listless.
What happened to my sanguine dog?

Itchy, drugged terriers need cream cheese.

We just got Tie back from Courtney and she is thoroughly miserable. Courtney took her to a park and Tie got fleas.
????
We've taken Tie to parks before and she's never gotten fleas.
So she's not acting like herself at all.
She mostly stays in her bed and when, she does get up, flinches and bites herself so much that she runs back to bed.
She still hasn't finished food from dinner.
And she didn't drink for hours, so when she finally did, she drank almost the whole bowl.
I'm really worried about her, but my mom gave her a cream cheese pill and some flower oil, so she said she'd be okay.
I hope.
:(

What Your Playing Cards Tell About Your Future

Right now you are focusing on friendships, relationships, and interpersonal connections. Your emotions are currently tied to a trusted woman in your life. She is just, and she has your best interests at heart. Your closest friend is someone you have a co-dependent relationship with. The two of you desperately need each other to survive. The near future will bring you a long term friendship, children you love, happy family relationships, and prosperity. Beware of a forced change. The circumstances of your life are about to become very different.

The Playing Card Test

Sure....
I had a drive at 11 AM today, but it was fun because it was around town, not just in the older part of town, which SUCKS because there are no stoplights or landmarks. Today, Ed had us drive to the mall, Dairy Queen (we didn't buy anything), and go around a roundabout.
Driver's Ed was sort of fun. Phoebe and I had to plan a road trip from Silverdale to WSU.
Which, funnily enough, is the route I took a couple days ago.
Too, too funny.
But the trip itself had to take at least 5 days, and we had to make 6 recreational stops.
So we went to the Space Needle (or the Space Noodle, in Jeff's words), the EMP, Mount Baker, Soap Lake, some other fantastic lake, and Nathan's best friend's family's house.
Which is where I stayed 2 days ago. Ha.
I'M GETTING MY BRACES OFF TOMORROW!!!!
Toffee for LIFE!
Yes, there will be a retainer, but WHO CARES?

I'd like a big slice of alone time with a side of hygiene, please.

After a LOOOOONG 6 hour drive in a rental car, we're all back from Pullman.
Not that that's a good thing.
Well, it is nice to be home and I'll be able to shower...
...but I sort of like it better there.
Not only is there no humidity (!!!!), but it's like a little WSU-village, where all the "villagers" worship the cougar.
We dropped Nathan off. He has a really cool dorm room, and no roommate, which is a plus, I guess.
I think it would be cool to have a roommate, though.
Because you wouldn't have to interact with anyone else, but you wouldn't be lonely.
Unless it was a lame roommate.
I miss Tie. :(
My hair is so greasy.
Ferdinand's is so delicious!!
Hurray for ice cream addictions.
Side note: How come whenever I'm stressed, no matter how trivial the reason, the last thing I think to do is pray?
And, of course, that's often the only thing that helps.
I have (had) good friends who in the past would just start praying and it seemed to help.
And it helps me.
But I'm not like them.
So the question is...
...what's wrong with me?

Jailbait!!!

Mwahahaha, I got William addicted to "Avatar Prom", too.
Hahahaha.
But seriously, it's fun in a ridiculous way. "Fancy footwork move again!! Oh no, Dateless totally lost it! No one knows how to deal! Resisted! Power of Love!"
Yeah. It should have been called "Prom Wars".
Okay, it's weird, but when I got shopping with my mom, I become a completely different person. I start talking really loud and fast and dance and stuff in front of other customers. It's highly entertaining.
The line was really long at the comissary today, though, so my mom and I got stuck behind a militairy family with two REALLY CUTE kids. The dad was nice; he laughed at my Hannah Montana slam.
Then there was this guy who also happened to be in front of us, and, I don't know, he was pretty cute, and, being behind him, I had a very nice view.
But I walked in front of him to get ice cream and my mom said he was checking me out (yeaaaah! I love these shorts!), and then there was eye contact, so I was feeling REALLY good when we left the store.
But then we got home and I told my dad just to make him uncomfortable. Then I asked him, out of curiousity, if he happened to know what high school the mascot on the guy's shirt had been from.
My dad said he'd never heard of a high school with that mascot, but he did know of a well-known Washington college....
.....
.....
.....
.....
:O
Well, now.
I'm jailbait.

You should have gone to the prom with me, Natty.

EW EW EW EW EW Sean Astin is SOOO CREEPY!!! He's the killer in "Mr. Monk, At Your Service", and he has the ugliest haircut. Why is it that he plays the same character in EVERY MOVIE? It's like Sam Gamgee every time. My mom saw this movie with him and said he was very hobbitish there, too. Agh, but he was so WEIRD AND CREEPY!!! He kept hitting on Natalie. "If things with you and your boyfriend don't work out..." "You should have gone to the prom with me, Natty."
And the 911 call??? Sooooo obvious.
Experimental ice cream cake the Rachael Ray way didn't work out too well. Probably because the cake wasn't all the way cooled, so the ice cream melted. It still tasted good, though.

Why is it always vanilla?

You Are a Vanilla Shake

Vanilla, yes, but definitely not boring. You are subtly complex and deeply sophisticated. You're the type of person who has always been ahead of their time. You don't fall for gimmicks or tricks. You are drawn to what's true.

What Flavor Shake Are You?

You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream

You are kind, popular, and generous. You tend to be successful at anything you try. A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd. You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

Your Ice Cream Personality:

You like to think of yourself as a fairly modest person. And it's true that you don't talk yourself up... but you're also pretty happy with who you are. You are incredibly cautious. You rather miss out on something than make a mistake. No one would ever call you wild... but they would call you responsible. You are a fairly open minded person with a wide range of tastes. You are quite accepting of unusual ideas and people. You are a natural multitasker. You feel alive when you're doing more than one thing at a time. You are fun loving and sweet. You tend to enjoy joking around and teasing people.

The Ice Cream Personality Test

You Are A Strawberry Ice Cream Girl

Sweet. Romanic. Genuine.

What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?

You Are Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ice Cream

You just don't know when you've had enough (or too much)!

What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?

You Are a Hot Fudge Sundae

Classic, simple, and divine. Why mess with perfection?

What Kind of Sundae Are You?

Radda radda radda

Mamma mia, 31 flavors!
Ever been REALLY tired and REALLY PMS-y at the same time?
Yeah, that's a good combo.
I didn't start feeling REALLY tired until science. Oh, how I hate science.
Grades are already supposed to be turned in, but he's making us do a lab and turn in our binders and do boring things.
It's pretty hot outside. It's kind of nice.
So are donuts, which Faxon brought this morning.
MR. VILLIERS CAME BACK! He's visiting for a week, and totally doesn't remember any of our names, but it was so worth it.
But once he's finished visiting, he's going to Korea.
Hello, why don't you come back HERE?
It sucks because I don't want to do driver's ed, but my parents are like, "Well, if you're not doing driver's ed, taking summer school, working, or going to youth group, what WILL you do?"
Um...nothing?
Isn't that the point of summer, since the whole school year was spent doing SOMETHING?
Why not just veg out, chill with my dog, watch summer movies, read billions of books, and socialize with people I already know rather than go out there, make new friends, and LEARN?

Go Straight To Jail. Do Not Pass Go. Do Not Collect $200.

I just spent an hour and a half playing cars with little kids, and then having them send me to jail.
Summer small groups at church are working out REALLY well so far. We met some cool families. They all liked Tie a lot. The little kids liked Luke, and he was nice to them, and I let them change his water.
Mmm, ice cream.
"Uno" is a stupid game.
So my dad's dreams finally came true: I like jazz.
Mr. Faxon dragged us all over to North Thurston to play at a jazz festival, even though we were the only ones from our district to attend. Not weird. But it was fun and there were a lot of good bands (even one that played "Let's Groove", which is my favorite song!!!). The Seattle Women's Jazz Orchestra played, and they were pretty spectacular, but the BEST part was going to the Olympia Farmer's Market for lunch. Paul, Alexis, Sarah, and I got German-American food, and I ate all of Sarah's curly fries and mozzerella sticks, but she ate all my ice cream, and then we were all too full....
...and happened to pass a bakery full of the most delicious desserts known to man.
Drat. Drat that stupid ice cream and it's Caramel Caribou goodness.
Talent show, talent show.
I hate the talent show.

George Bush's got nothing on me

Ooooh man. We had THE REVOTE today.
I've been keeping that information relatively secret for two weeks, agonizing over a decision that will affect the entire student body, hoping the results will stay the same.
That was pretty stressful. Drew was out sick, so Mr. Barry had to call and tell him the news. Joanne and Dana, who are usually pretty calm, were really bummed.
Why can't the staff and current ASB count the ballots? Machines suck!
I want nothing more than to eat something delicious and chocolate.
Like cheesecake.
Or a Dove ice cream bar.
HAVE YOU HAD THOSE??? THe chocolate is so thick!!
Mrs. Laners brought Belgian chocolates into the office.
I had two.
Snack switching. Connor's never had a Twinkie?
Daniel ripped out my hair.
Kevin is sliding out of his shirt.
Tyler's hair is back to normal!!! Which is weird, because it's not his actual color.
Sarah pretty much cracks me up. We shared a chicken sandwich.
And I'd been so looking forward to pizza, too.
Jessica pwned us all in math. The whales were going extinct, but Mr. Kovacs didn't know what kind. Maybe sperm whales.
Baby beluga in the deep blue sea, swim so wild, swim so free....

Fall Out Boy marathon!

Today in science, rather than write detailed steps of the combustion procedure on a piece of notebook paper, I typed a bunch of Fall Out Boy lyrics on my calculator. Then I realized I don't know that many.
Dad and I ditched first service yesterday and went to Starbucks.
He bought me hot chocolate that tasted like dirty beans.
The whipped cream was good.
Wendy's has the best burgers by far. They're square, juicy, and delicious.
They changed up the Frosty menu, though.
Now it's not just plain old chocolate Frosties. There are Frosty shakes, Twisted Frosties (Frosties in various flavors with various sweet things, such as M&M's and cookie dough mixed in), and VANILLA Frosties!!!
That's just not right.

You Are a Sweet Person

When it comes to snacks, you're more likely to grab some candy than heat up a pizza. There's a good chance you're female (women prefer sweet snacks)... Or at least, you prefer to be in the company of women. Your tastes are simple and predictable. You are young at heart. You tend to crave food you can just grab and eat.

Are You Sweet or Salty?

I hate it when you try to take quizzes and it turns out they want your name and address.
Lemon Lime Stride is THE BEST!
Or maybe it's Orbit.
I have to go check.
DUDE, I'M WRITING A "HARVEST MOON" FANFIC!!! YEAAAH! It's sappy and lame (hey, it's a fanfic), but I'm having fun, and it's not as though anyone's going to read it.
And, despite what Amby thinks, it's not crude, unlike the "Baby Mama Drama" story.
Heh.
Mrs. Sims won't let us watch "Romeo and Juliet" anymore. I wanted to see Mercutio (and Tybalt) die!
So Nathan took us to Coldstone??
That's how I roll.
No, that's what I ordered.
No more track! Janessa, Allie, and I are the only 9th graders that didn't qualify for Districts.
That sucks.
BUt then again...NO MORE TRACK.

M is for Mini-pony!

It's 80 degrees outside, and even though I drank 3 bottles of water/Gatorade I sweat THROUGH my band jacket, the parade was great.
And it went by so quickly.
The waiting part wasn't so fun, but it went by much faster than LAST YEAR.
It was just SO HOT. I know 80 degrees isn't as hot as it could be anywhere else (such as The Gorge or Texas), but the humidity made it seem 100 degrees hotter.
I like how the one day we don't want it to be sunny, it's bright, sunny, and scorching hot.
We got to hang out with the Marines and their horses. They had a miniature horse pulling a cart. "It's a Mini-pony! Look, he even has an M painted on him for Mini-Pony!"
Gatorade is delicious.
Caleb's relatives are cool. They brought us Gatorade and food.
Everyone liked "We Like to Party (The Vengabus)", but no one joined our dance party.
I hate "Raiders March", and will continue to hate it till the day I die.
It doesn't help that the new Indiana Jones movie is coming out soon, and that song will probably be played a billion times.
Then again, I don't have to see it.
Ugh, there was this loser middle school from Sultan who STOLE OUR FIGHT SONG!! We were like, "Whaaat?" But they couldn't play it as well as us, and we played it right before stepping off just to stick it to them.
Buckets of sweat and many dance parties later, the parade was over.
So my Dad took me to 7/11 and let me buy an ice cream.
But Kevin had to lend me a dollar.
TRIPLE CHOCOLATE DRUMSTICKS!!!
I remember eating like 5 of those at Creation.
Aw, Creation.
So yeah.
SWEET, I managed to get through 6 days of Harvest Moon by employing the "Do chores, then sleep" method.
At this rate, I should be done with the chapter by next Saturday!
Maybe I can even beat the game before school gets out!
1 year per week.
4 years remaining.
Wait...how many weeks are left in school?
23 days of school left!!!
That's like....5 weeks.
I CAN BEAT HARVEST MOON BEFORE THEN!!!

I come with a lifetime guarantee. ^_^

Owwwwwww, Aljohn pushed Jonel off the top of the skate park, so I fell too and my elbow hurts really bad.
Super Saturday was pretty, um, super!! This t-shirt rocks. Whoever drew this picture is my hero. Ew, we had to pick up trash, and I found a condom. At least it hadn't been used...I think. I also found a billion cigarette butts and a car headlight!!! That's about it. Then I spent the next hour painting the skate park bluish-gray.
What's the point if all the skaters are going to graffiti it all over again? Oh well.
We had to ask some skaters to leave. They were sort of..."peeved" would be the polite word.
Then we had this fairly okay after-party WITH NO ICE CREAM!!
Candy, yeah, but no ice cream, and that went fast.
They definitely had enough soda.
Then this little kid was running around with sea lions that were taking a sunbath, Mr. Barry attacked me with water balloons, and we had a dance party on the teeter-totter.
Weird. I always called it a seesaw.

Hell is other people

Lethal combination:
Very little sleep + PMS + negative feelings = torture
The Sunday School drama continues. So I skipped it today. And I only felt a little bit guilty.
Come on, I spent the entire time reading "My Utmost for His Highest" by Oswald Chambers.
So basically, it's not just that I hate Sunday School; it's also that I AM the stuck-up unfriendly b*tch everyone thinks I am, and I could care less about making friends.
Not like I'm proud of it, but skipping Sunday School might become a normal occurance.
Jessica's party was fun, though. We watched "I Am Legend" and messed around in the hot tub talking about the freshmen and stuff.
"I Am Legend" wasn't that scary, just really intense. Too bad Bob Smithouser spoiled the entire thing for me. Whatever. It was good. SAM!!! "Sam, protect Daddy!"
Cake. Monkeys. Shells. Sweet. Yeah, baby.
Don't ask.
Aaagh, my dad listened to my shuffle up to 444!!!
Ha, Josh Groban.
Hey, we saw Matt and Anita (and Katie) at church. They're thinking about going there from now on (thinking being the operative word). Cool.

Baby, baby

"Congo" was made into a movie! I'd like to maybe see it, but people get their skulls crushed with giant paddles. Um, what? That's not something I'd like to see. Whoa, I didn't know Munro was black. I HATE KAREN ROSS! The book was okay, but the end was kind of lame. I thought there would be more gorillaness and death. Ooooh, Munro was white in the book. Thought so. Michael Crichton is a genius.
So I'm head of the Talent Show comittee now?
Because I love cookie dough ice cream?
But the Honors Society meeting went well today. We broke the talent show into chunks and had people sign up for different things. Yaaay, I get to be an MC. :P
I got fudge 5th period. Bam.
Oh, and peanut clusters. But I couldn't eat very many. Curse you, Hein.
I went to Amanda's house, where she proceeded to beat me with blunt objects while Kevin insulted me via the telephone.
French: make your family tree. Ooookay.
I got a candy cane. Thank you???