PG-13 is the new R.

Meaning my life is PG, thank you.
Wow. Youth Group. Fun.
We got into a rather heated discussion over whether or not gay men should be pastors.
And it got ugly quite fast.
It all started when this one girl asked whether or not a girl could be a youth pastor, which brought as right on back to 1 Timothy 2:12, a verse I'd had Sunday School teachers dispute over in past years.
"Oh, well, women can cut their hair as short as they want it, but they can't lead in the church!"
Why would you disregard one verse and adamantly preach another?
Argh. Sorry. But it still bugs me.
Anyway, we sort of skirted past the "women leading the church" issue, when another girl asked if a gay man could be a pastor.
Her reasoning: He wasn't a woman, and God was all-loving and all-forgiving, so surely he could look past his gayness and let this man lead.
That's when all hell broke loose.
Some of the more opinionated people took charge in explaining (rather passionately) what the Bible said about homosexuality.
One of the not-so-sensitive (ahem) homeschoolers BERATED this girl for not knowing all that the Scripture said about this issue.
A few people (including myself) tried to speak up and got knocked out the way.
Some of the more neutral and quieter people got very uncomfortable and hid in the background, waiting for our hour to be over.
And then our leader decided to read a very long passage about not just homosexuality, but all sin, and how sinners would be dealt with if they did not repent.
You could see the girl getting madder and madder until she just stopped listening.
Then she left.
AAAAAAAAAGH of course this is the ONE issue I have trouble with, and I wanted to talk the girl personally, because, with my big ego, I was convinced I could get her to understand without being agressive and shoving Scripture down her throat.
But then some people accused me of being too soft and PC, and told me that we can't always spoonfeed people, and that they have to know the truth, and God's word will always be hard for some people to swallow.
And I don't disagree with Janine reading the Scripture. But after all that had been said already, a reading of the entire first chapter of Romans didn't seem like a good idea to me, and just made things worse.
And yeah, this is her issue. And yeah, Christians are pretty good at offending people and sometimes it's necessary if we're going to stand up for what we believe in.
But some of what was said was NOT necessary.
Gah.
So. That's fun. We're going to WSU, and hopefully won't get ticketed for not having snow tires.
It's just slush. I think we'll be okay.
But I'm pretty pumped. It's going to be freezing cold and my brother is going to be busy all weekend, but we get to eat out, so who needs him?
I just want school to start up again.
If only jazz band wasn't so early....

Some things are disgusting, but they have to be done

Like hocking up giant yellow lugies.
Gross? Maybe.
Satisfying? You betcha.
Yeah, I'm sick.
So I missed one of 4 half days.
Dang it.
1 and a half stars! Ha! Stephenie Meyer, I laugh at thee.
So I had a very interesting night last night:
Alexis called at about 5:00 and asked if I needed a ride.
She'd asked me if I was "going tonight" in advisory and I assumed she had meant the Jazz Night.
Apparently SHE'D been referring to Youth Group.
So she picks me up and we're halfway to the church when I realize we're NOT headed to the high school.
Yeah, it took me that long.
So her mom dropped Alexis off at youth group and then drove me to the high school.
And I sat alone.
The concert wasn't bad, though. The Navy band played, and my dad had a heart attack when I told him.
I mean, why would he go to play rehearsal when there was a NAVY BAND CONCERT he could've gone to??
Too bad none of us knew that Navy Band was coming.
Well, not none of us. Probably just me.
Yeaaaah, stocking up on junk food!! Yeaaaah!

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?

Twins! Clones!! Britains!

I was going to go go-cart racing with Paul and Alexis, but my mom dragged me up to my grandma's house to weed the garden.
However, with the nice, freezing Washington weather, and the sound of "Low Voice" and "High Voice" from Blink-182 (my dad's names for the two vocalists) blasting through the speakers, and a lesson in dead-heading, it's been pretty fun. Dead-heading is cool. Snap it off at the pineapple ring!!!! Then my mom gave me clippers and made me cut up all the soleil. I don't want to brag, but I'm pretty much the best soleil cutter in the entire world.
My grandma ordered Dominoe's pizza, and it struck me that homemade pizza IS actually better. But not if it's made with Krappy Kraft mozzerella.
OMG, "The Prestige" is the coolest movie I've ever seen!!!
Christian Bale's British accent got a little annoying, and Hugh Jackman's character was a jerk, but it was well made, well written, and the acting was half bad.
The ending didn't blow me away quite as much because I figured it out (for the most part), but it was still like, "Whoas!!!"
THE TOP HATS!!!
Although both magician's were sort of jerks, it was a little easier to identify with Borden. Angier was sort of asking for it.
No more band concerts. It's all over.
I still have to go to jazz band on Monday, though. What's up with that?
Yay, I'm Most Valuable Musician or whatever in Jazz I.
I can't wait for high school band!!!!

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.

Oh, why, hello, Kate Moss.

You Like Names That Are Classic and Timeless

You prefer quality names that have stood the test of time. You don't like anything that's trendy today and outdated next year. Names are important to you, and naming someone should not be an social experiment. You are the type most likely to name someone after a family member. Some female names you might like: Andrea, Elizabeth, Hannah, Julia, Marie, Nicole, and Victoria Some male names you might like: Aaron, Benjamin, Christopher, Jonathan, Matthew, Thomas, and Zachary

What Kind of Names Do You Like?

I was obsessed with the name Andrea for the longest time!! Nicole, too. Not so much with Julia or Marie. Elizabeth is an okay name, but having it as a middle name kind of sucks.
It helps my name flow, though.
Ben, Johnathan, Tom, Zack, and Matt are like my favorite guy's names ever!! Well, Matt not so much, because it's super common in the Northwest, I guess.
Crap. I have to be in at North Thurston all day tomorrow. Lame.
At least there will be many food outings and snatching and whatnot.

I would let you drown in a sea of foes

Mwahaha, that is quite the metaphor.
ARMY STRONG!
Jazz band had to perform at this Family Night thing at the Fairgrounds, and there were army people hoping to recruit and hand out lanyards that said, "GO ARMY STRONG". They were quite silky.
The lanyards, not the army guys.
That Bingo was a gyp. I was one away from winning like 10 times and they never called the last number.
My mom won me the first Maximum Ride, though.
I tried to convince Alexis to pick "Wolfcry" for her winning book, but she was like, "No, I don't want a book about lesbians."
But they're nice lesbians. One's a wolf and one's a wyvern. I thought it would be Nicias, though.
"Wyvernhail" is a pretty sweet book. Hai is the bomb. Better than stupid Oliza anyways. "Before, After, and Somebody in Between" is good, too, though I haven't finished it yet.
Anyone want some horse posters? My mom found a million that I apparently tore out of "Young Rider" and "Horse Illustrated" magazines. Seriously, there's like 25 posters of Fell ponies and Quarter Horses. Some of them are pretty cool, and I'm considering plastering them all over my walls, but some are butt ugly, so if you want them, tell me.
Okay, more on "Wolfcry": though I don't agree with the whole homosexuality thing totally (okay, at all), I get why she did it. I mean, yeah, she loves Betia, but there was no way for her to ascend the throne without giving birth to children that would blow up the world. The two cultures (avian and serpiente) shouldn't be mixed, anyway.
It sort of sucks that she and Betia can't have kids, though.
Well, Betia could get pregnant with a wolf, and HER kids wouldn't blow up the world.
Friday. Sweet, sweet Friday.

If we were a movie

Yesterday was so not worth it. I would've rather been at school. Yesterday just allowed me to sit and stew and be in a bad mood all day until I finally exploded at my parents. It was pretty bad.
So today I had to wake up at 5:30 AM for jazz band, which was not fun, and couple with yesterday's bad mood, I was pretty dangerous. But I guess jazz is therapuetic? I actually enjoy it, despite the fact that I've been resisting jazz band since 6th grade.
OMG, 6th grade flashback, when I wanted to take Spanish, but the principal literally forced everyone who was in band and between the grades of 6 and 8 to do jazz band as their elective. I hated that school.
So school is taking my mind off things, but I'd rather not talk to people, so if y'all could leave me alone for the next few days, it would be great.

The sun'll come out tomorrow. Bet your...bottom....

Bet my bottom?
I have been saying that line repeatedly for about half an hour.
Yes. I am still sick.
And I'm missing my soap! Eegad.
YAY "THE BABY PONY" IS FINALLY IN!!
And I totally remember reading "The Saddest Pony". It was way lame, about like a dog that died or something and the pony was SAD. Like "The Girl Who Hated Ponies", I only read it once. Still waiting on "Circus Pony".
My father tells no lies.
Um um um.
Because I have no spine, I agreed to do a jazz band audition today. But I'm SICK, so I can't do it. In fact, I missed it. It was at 11:10. I want to get a doctor's note saying I can never play trombone again. Down with jazz!
I just want to make jazz, too, because I'm lazy and don't want to wake up three days a week at 5:30. Yeah. Ouch.
I crushed my fingernail.
It hurts.
Take my new FOB quiz. I scored 100. Duh.
SPEAKING of 100%, do you remember the MATH CLASS I was FAILING???
Yeah. I got 100% on the last quiz.
I GOT A 100% ON THE LAST QUIZ!
I don't know HOW, but I suppose I should be happy. Argh.
I have an entire bottle of Sierra Mist Free sitting on the kitchen table. Anybody want some?