Ships piled high with apple pie

I meant to write last night, but... man. I was really tired.

So, FHE. The plan was climbing the Walton's rock wall. I thought there was going to be barbeque too but when someone told me there wasn't, I thought that meant the FHE was canceled. Needless to say, I was worried. But Melissa sent out the email and I felt better. But man... I thought it had to be something else. *mee hee*

And it was a blast! I climbed twice and almost made it to the top. I barely reached the fourth floor on my second try (almost reached the fourth floor on my first). I got invited to go hiking... Bah! There was good food and nice people and the Walton's told us about themselves. They blow glass! For Disney! I'm impressed to no end. But I think I hurt my knee.. It's hurting pretty badly. It hasn't hurt like this for a long time. I'll be sure to tell my weight lifting teacher. I probably shouldn't run.

I was so tired last night, that as I did my math, I totally fell asleep. And when I say totally, I mean, a deep sleep that was really hard to wake up from.

Food!

Happy Mother's day

Cool, I can write in here again. I didn't write much about certain things because they were related to my mother's day gift for my mom. Which I gave to her this morning. And she loved it. I wrote her a poem, and then drew a comic to go with it. ^_^ Mom loved it. I felt good.

But, since yesterday I've had yet another head ache. A horrible one that's only on the right side of my head. I tried to sleep it off, but it lingers slightly. I know that once I start driving or get into the sun, it'll start up again. Hence I shall be taking advil. Hurrah!

Mom and dad are gone now. Off to celebrate their anniversary. That's pretty cool. Yeah, today's their anniversary. It's a good day for mom. She was all smiles.

I go to the Serra Park ward today. I want to see what it's like to go to church with people my age and not people tens years older.

Underestimated

Ah me. Today was nice. So very nice.

Last night, I figured I'd hunt up the spider I sprayed and then I'd be able to sleep. I couldn't find it, so I went to wash my face and check again. But when I walked into the bathroom... There was another spider. I started to cry. I was so tired, and the spiders get my heart rate going I was completely stressed. So I got furious and killed the spider and flushed it away. I promptly felt pitiful. I washed up, grabbed my bear, and went down stairs for the night. I was not sleeping in my room now. I overloaded and it just wasn't worth it. I slept on the couch.

I spent most of today drawing in my room. I have missed drawing for fun. It's so relaxing. Ha... Happy.

Also, Dr. Who was pretty much awesome tonight. Can't object to that, huh?

Work tomorrow at 11. Which means, I leave at 10. Which means I'm up at 8. So... I go to bed now!

I know every dirt spot on the walls of my room. And THAT is no dirt spot.

Who can sleep with a spider the size of a quarter on the wall? Not me. I freak out. Correction. I freaked out. I also danced up and down in the hallway feeling terrified, tried to kill it with a shoe, lost my nerve to go within 5 feet of it, wanted desperately to wake up stu, convinced myself it'd be better to sleep down stairs and let the spider live than to wake up Stu and Gordo, who would kill me, sprayed the spider with something stinky, squeaked when it fell off the wall and almost touched me, fled downstairs, and ate a chocolate muffin. In that order.

Oh, want to know why I am so thoroughly tramatized by this night? Well, I went to wash my face and saw a little spider on the wall. It was a baby. An evil baby that crawls and leaves terror in my heart. I went to smoosh it with a wad of toilet paper, and it decided to jump off the wall and onto MY HAND! I screamed! I dropped the wad of toilet paper! I shuddered uncontrollably for a bit. I noticed the spider sitting in the sink. I got mad and drowned it.

Yes, so after I encountered little baby spider, I encountered big spider joe. And I feel so picked on. I'm unhappy. I want to go to bed. But I don't know if I killed big spider joe. He might still be living. In my room.

It would have been worse to have turned out the light with either spiders there. Being in the dark is bad for my nerves, hence I have a lava lamp/night light (Yeah, I'll beat you with a cactus tier if you mock my fear of the darkness. Yes. A cactus tier. That means you'll die). So being in the dark with a spider is a mortifying thought. Even more mortifying? Being in the dark with a giant spider.

I hate spiders. Hate them. Loathing. Gr.

I think I might just sleep, um, not in my room tonight... Or not sleep at all. I can do that. I've done it. I can sleep in the afternoon when I can be sure big spider joe is gone. Yeah.... Maybe.....

Who ate the chicken?

I feel welsh today. Mostly because of my hat. It's very welsh.

For some unknown and probably ridiculous reason, I got up two hours before I had to leave, as opposed to the normal one hour. I lost an hour of sleep for no reason. I think I was past the point of rational thought last night when I finished my math. That's a silly reason to get up too early.

Weight lifting is getting easier, though. Ironically enough, I got lazy at some point and started taking off half of what Spencer lifted. Which worked. I didn't die. Not too much suffering either. But I did feel like the weight I used to lift was too light as some point. Yeah. Hm. Weird.

We had pizza for lunch forum today at institute. Free pizza. And lots of pizza. I had two gargantuan slices and ate them in 4 bites. So happy. I have a mouth like a cave. *echo* I discovered that Mark's wife is Natalie Judd. I was shocked and happy. Then I read Devil's Cub until I got tired and promptly took myself a nap. Then I made sure my math was done and off I went to math. Duh.

I got there on time! Probably because I did my math last night and not today during forum. But, once I got there, I learned I didn't have my math done. In fact, I didn't even know about half the assignment! There was a whole nother section of work! I was quite put out. But somehow, through my vast knowledge of math and the power over time I have, I managed to complete 2 hours of math work in 20 minutes. Why? Cause I'm great. Or I like to tell myself that. *cough* yeah. But, the teacher decided to give us about 50 hours of math work this weekend. Probably because he stopped being social the day his white hair and over weightness and jerk of a personality decided to occur at the same time and wants us to not be social too. Curses. Does he not know I am not social enough? I do not need his assisstance!

But that's done and over. I am home. Where there's food, family and my bed. I'll do some math tonight (no, I really will) and tomorrow will be the day I work on a thing... That must be done by sunday. Tomorrow. Comprende?

To be generic, rather than universal

Today was pretty much awesome. Or is. Currently. There are awesome things going on? Something to that extent.

True, I feel like I didn't get enough sleep last night, which is undoubtably true. But I got to art on time and am doing pretty well on the new project! Yay! And I got to spend my break reading Devil's Cub. No interuptions or distractions. Cami played mancala and I read. English was english. I handed in my review and we all discussed book reviews. Woo hoo. Lots-o-fun there. *waves a little flag* Whatever.

The drive home was good. I took the freeway to Saratoga because the freeway was a way free of cars up to that point. Honestly. Once you passed the turn off to Saratoga, it was completely clogged. Yeah. Took Saratoga to Quito and home from there. It was great!

I'm feeling relaxed too. I'm going to do my math now and give myself tomorrow's break as a real break. With reading. Sweet.

S'almost time for bed

This would be the third week of my arm being in pain. A few weeks ago, I was playing a game of pool and I noticed my upper arm hurt whenever I made a shot. And whenever I lifted things at a certain angle. Or pushed down on things. Like tonight. I went to scrub the table to do some art and I couldn't even use my arm for one stroke. So, I guess I shan't be doing much with my right arm. Or, something. At least, playing pool or scrubbing stuff. Supah dupah. I'll learn to play pool left handed. Maybe it'll work. It's annoying when I'm carrying my things to art. I have a giant armload of things and one good arm. Boo hoo.

I have a collage to do. And 250 words to write. Not too hard, if you ask me.

I'm fond of my little tail-gater...

I'm really tired. I stayed up late doing math again. Bleah. Got 3 hours of sleep again. Bleah! I did take the nicest shower... Mmm.

Weigth lifting was weight lifting. S'all good and fun and I lift stuff.

I went to institute and changed and promptly realized that, hey, I forgot my shoes at home! That sucks! I wandered around barefoot for a while. Mark taught Derk to play another version of Mancala and Derk taught me and I won, once. He beat me twice after that. *grump* I finished my math, went to math, did more math, and took a quiz.

By that time, it was 5:45. Got to my car, dropped off my stuff, got something from the church (a flier about the 20th) and off I went home. There was so much traffic, it was appalling. Not interesting and appalling, just appalling. So I took Prospect home. That made things interesting and appalling. Less traffic. Hurray!

I got home and I was famished to the point of my stomach constantly growling. One big growl. Grrr. In the door I come and, lo, Dad makes Pasta Primavera! I was so happy, I died! And then we ate it! Lots of it! I'm full to the ears of it!

I think I'll go to institute tonight.

Funocity

I work on saturday! Huzzah! Back at Brighton! Weee! Only for the day though... I haven't the time nor mind to work and go to school and have my magical calling made to unite the ward family. Nope. I'm not that capable. Though, I am capable. *cough*

I watched the Glen beck TV show that's on now. It's too funny to be allowed! I was hysterical and it made my day pretty bright!

I have math. Lots of math. I would cheer for math, but I don't cheer for things that cause exhaustion in my life. Except maybe dancing and art. And boys. That's about it. So... I only cheer for the exhausting things of funocity.

Milkshakes

Milkshake. I want a milkshake. A chocolate one. A really thick one. Mmmm.... I think I'm going to die if I don't eat in the next 40 seconds.

You didn't say hungry, did you...

I am sooo tried and sooo hungry, it's wrong. Sick and wrong. Yes, I was sick today. Bleah. I curled up in a chair all day and chilled there with my buddies. Played a game of pool with carolyn, read my book some, drew my foot, and had a super hilarious conversation with Derk. So many things I didn't know, ha ha!

Went to art and we critiqued and everyone loved my piece. Yay piece! And the prompt in english was nice. I wrote the first draft to a scene from my graphic novel. I wrote comic book, but it's not a comic book. It's not comedic. It is sometimes, duh. But it's a novel. In book form. Because my writing is not as well formed as I'd like. Oh, english is very helpful. I am certainly learning stuff. Rah!

Since Derek is in charge of FHE tonight, I'm not going. I'm going to spend this monday at home. Family and math. Huzzah!

And food. There shall be food.

Mounds of pink things

Ah, so today I went to Karren's ward. Sat with Stu and Gordo. Sat in the sun too. The whole time. Fried my brain. I got a big head ache, terribly sleepy, and really really hot. But the testimony meeting was pretty great. That's a nice ward. Friendly people. Cute guys. Lots-o-cute guys.

When we got home, I was tired and hungry and really mad at the sun for shining on me all day. *ga-rump* But we all had chocolate muffins and I showed mom how to edit her links on her blog. Which brought me to editing my template on my blog. Which lead to me getting a new template. Continuing on to me editing that template to the extreme.

Hence, everything is pink. I feel like dabbling in pink for a while. I might change it later. Maybe. I spent many hours on this. Mostly because it's time consuming to go through 15 pages of html to change each color code, insert your own https, and deleting things you don't like. And I still couldn't make the blue stuff go away. Ugh. But after I studied the html for the original template for 30 minutes, poking a prodding along the way, I started making changes. testing the https they had for background images. Then I made my own. I love painter sometimes (I can't do as much as I could on photoshop, but it's pretty sweet). Yeah. Go team! rawr!

Laura and Brock's Nana came over today and we fed her eggs benedict. She really enjoyed that. So did everyone else. Fresh lemons, I am told, make a big difference. Me? I just love the eggs benedict and ate a lot, possibly too much. Then I played with that calorie counter place my family seems strangely fond of. I hate being out of the family loop, so I'm doing one too. 1600 calories a day's not too hard. I managed that today. Hee. I suppose I'll stop eating the snickers at institute and pack lunches, as I once planned. Ah.... plans.

Do you like the pink tendrals?

Two blinking lines...

I've discovered something and I'm not quite sure of what words describe it. I love drawing. Duh. I love drawing characters. I want to draw my own characters someday in their own stories. Comic books. I have a wretched time drawing opening scenes to them though. And I've always wanted to draw one of Georgette Heyers books but felt I couldn't do anything with it because that's not really.. legal. Yeah.

But! I've decided to draw one of her stories anyway! For my own enjoyment too. Me. Mine. Ha! Selfish reasonings!

Sweet.

Make sure none of them are filled with anything that goes boom

Well because I stayed up super late last night, my waking up at 12:30 wasn't too "whoa, too much sleep." And I rolled around in my big soft blankets for an hour, telling myself a pleasant story.

I watched movies galore today. Mostly clips from my favorites. But I watched Timeline for the first time, and the end of Serenity. Serenity is such a good movie. I took a real long shower too. Nobody banging on the door to hurry.

Tomorrow I think I'm going to Karren's ward with her and the boys. I dunno. I'm eating watermelon. It's distracting.

My hair's still wet. Can't go to bed with wet hair.

A little bit at a time.

That was the shortest read I've ever experienced for a Georgette Heyer piece. I picked it up at 7:30 and put it down at 10. Weird. But, hey, now I can write a 2 page report on it. Wee.

I slept in today. Really slept in. I didn't eat much. Only when I had to. Food just didn't sound appealing today. I watched X-men. I'm glad I did. It's such a nice movie. I guess I meant nice as in... really fun to watch. Yes. I watched that and watched some Tv with stu. Then I read my book. the one that took 2 and half hours to read. That's weird.

Tomorrow, I'll write my report, do my math, and maybe do some art of my volition. Yes... maybe.

But today, I was full of thought. I thought about a conversation I had with Jessica and Cami yesterday. It concerned boys and it lasted for about 2 hours. I won't go into particulars, but it made me think about things. And I realized I'm really tired. There's so much work behind having a crush on a guy, it's exhausting. All the time. And I'm too tired right now to deal with that. I need a break. And a break is what I'll take.

We sure do heart them crazies

*sigh* By the way, that was the deepest, longest, gustiest sigh you will ever read about, let alone imagine in your silly mind.

My day has been insane. And my brain-membrane is feeling the reprecussions. Aka, I suffer.

I stayed up until whenever late-o'clock (3am) doing math. I got up at 7:30, showered at 8, and stu drove me to school at 9:30. I ditched my stuff at the institute (being that the stu person had the car mom and I share on a daily basis) and wandered to weight training. It was pleasant. Nice people there. Everyone's nice. It's lovely.

Then I returned to institute and changed, ate a taco, and continued to work on my math. I worked and worked and worked some more. And then it was 3:40 and time to run to class because it started in 5 minutes and I had a 10 minute walk ahead of me. So I walked fast. My head was hurting. A lot.

Got to math, turned in my review assignment, was shown some mercy and found we didn't have to turn in the other set of problems until tuesday (which I didn't get the chance to do, the review was vital to my test I had to take). I took some notes, blathered mindlessly to myself, and took a test on things I had spent 6 hours studying today, and 4 hours studying last night. It was like mircrowaving chicken wings after learning how to raise the chicken, kill the chicken, clean the chicken and cook the chicken in a big oven. Yeah. Not so hard. I'm pleased.

I come out of class and call the home, but no one answers. Dispair occured. Then Stu called and I was relieved. Then Craig called and wanted to take me to see Stomp. I'm too tired. No go there. I arrived at the car and Stu and I waited for Karren and Gordo to pick him up. Then Nichole called about the math test and we talked about that. Stu left with Gordo and Karren, and I drove home.

And the door was locked. My arms were full of bags of my stuff and I went to use my super-door-opening-foot-move to, duh, open the door, and whoa, the door wouldn't open. In fact, it hurt my sandaled foot. Poor foot. I tried again, pained again. Poor poor foot. Finally, I dropped my stuff, thinking it must be that I'm wearing sandals and my feet aren't sturdy enough and I try with my hands. Once again no budgery. I suffered again. I couldn't imagine why the door was locked because, well, it never is. I always see to that when I leave in the morning so I won't have to empty my arms onto the ground (like I did today) and get out my key and let myself in. But I finally realized this was the case and I opened it with much difficulty. I let myself in ranting about the door and my loathing for it.

But my neck and the base of my head are in such pain now. They have been suffering in unison since math started. I took tylenols and they did nothing for me (decievers!). So, I'm going to grab some good snack food, possibly go to safeway for some cheezits. Or something. I have 6 dollars. That's enough for something. But once I have a snack, I'm crashing in my bed for a doze. Then I'll read Powder and Patch cause I have to write a report on it. Due monday. Huzzah. And I have an art collage due monday too. But that's nothing. It's an hour of cut and paste. Literally.

I'm almost dead tired. If I were more tired, I would be dead. Deadified. Bleah.

I'm tired again

I'm eating corn flakes. They're tasting good. I'm pretty starving though. That may be why.

I'm also tired. Last night was horrible. I worked on math for hours and it's not done. I went to bed at 2:40 and tried to get back up at 4 to keep working, but I was still too tired. So I went back to bed until 7:30. I do feel better. A lot better.

After I eat this cereal, I'll shower. Go to school. Be tired. Work hard. But do better.

Makes me forlorn

Why is it, that I'm only emotionally stable for a week of every month, and as soon as it's over, I fall to pieces? I don't understand and I want it better.

Today was a fairly good day, but after being home for an hour or so, I started feeling lost and depressed. No good food to eat, nothing to do, too tired to do anything, and too depressed to be happy. Which made me grumpy. All of those things. Together. Grumpy me. My poor family.

I have math to do. I finished off my oreos. The remaining three I had. No more. And I'm feeling wretched again. Ugh. A heavy sort of emptiness in my chest. Forlornity.

I think I'll watch X-men tomorrow. If I can. Probably not. I go to the beach on friday evening, if someone will drive me. I still can't drive myself to the beach. Or, can't meet people at the beach. Yeah. I could watch it in the morning, though. That way, if I can't go to the beach, I'll still have half a good day. Hurrah.

Can you feel the excitement?

After 1980, everything went wrong.

So, last night I stayed up until 3:30 working on my art project. It took that long to finish it. Ugh. I had to get up at 5:30 too. But when my alarm went off at 5:30, I changed my mind and got up at 6:30. It were nice to have the extra hour.

Off I went to art. I walk in and this girl tells me she likes my necklace! My pretty green one which happens to be one of my favorite. And she even knew it was from Brighton! I was thoroughly impressed. *nod* Well, the teacher told us to tack our projects up for critiquing and he noticed there were only 2 finished pieces. Mine and someone elses. So he extended the project to monday. So I stayed up über late and lost hours of sleep for nothing. Hmph!

Well, because Wednesday was thus turned into "work on the delayed project" day and he told me my picture was perfect, I went back to institute. I threw my stuff down, curled up on the couch, and slept. For an hour. Then I woke up and took out my art class sketch book and did a sketch of Cameron. It took a little over an hour, bit it looks pretty cool. I'm really glad I did it. I think something's a bit off, but it looks mighty fine anyway. And I'm so proud of the feet, it's wrong!

And english was blah. It's just so boring. It's fine, but boring.

A burrito isn't a burrito without black beans

What a long long long day this has been.

I met some new people in weight lifting. Spencer and Tad. Nice guys. After I got back to the institute, I changed and played a game of pool with Derk. He left halfway through because his brother and nephew came to get him. That was the cutest little boy EVER. Copper red hair and the shiest face. Sooooo cute! I died. So Derk left and Jon finished the game for him. And, I swear, the spirit of Derk remained because Jon beat me! *grump* Once you start a game, you remain with it, I suppose.

After everybody left, I got out my math and for 3 hours, I worked on math. Cami came and went as he pleased and we had such fun together! We laughed and he showed me how nooses work and it was good. I ended up spending 2 and half hours on one math problem, gave up, and did the other one. Once in class, I asked him to go over it. Which he did. But it didn't make sense still. There were some numbers a little off. So I asked him about it. We remained confused. So he's going to solve it himself between now and thursday (he was reading out of the book) and let me know how it turns out. How exciting! It's like a book! A math book! Which... isn't that exciting. *cough*

I was starving and had been doing math for 6 hours when I got home. Dad had made black bean salsa soup. It was SO good! Everybody ate some and it made us joyful. I'm all full and happy.

I think I'm going to miss institute again. I have an art project due tomorrow and math to work on. I have pages and pages and pages of math due on thursday. A review. I need to review for the exam. Thing. Not quite an exam, really. I mean, come on. My math teacher calls quizzes "quizzy poo's." Why? I cannot say for I do not know. He's crazy. But the majority of his craziness is good.

I'm really tired. I need to do my art. At a reasonable speed so I can Bond with my family