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| Church sucked yesterday.
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And if you thought that was all you were going to get, you are absolutely insane beacuse you do not know me.
No, the music was fine. Janaya was singing, and it was good, but the
mike was up a bit too loud at times, but that's forgivable.
No, it wasn't unbelievably cold or warm. Just right.
No, it wasn't because I had to listen Father Bill blather on about
abortion and "morality" and how we need to change every single law ever
made to fit the Catholic Chuch's dogma, because we ultimately rule the
world, no one else matters, and our word should be law.
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Actually, now that I think about it, that was it. Heh. Imagine that.
And that is why I hate the Catholic Church. Now abortion, I can
understand. You're killing little innocent babies. I don't
know if it should be legal or not, but considering the chances of the
decision ever being reversed, it's not something I worry about.
However
GOL DARNET, it isn't letting me edit. Hate this...
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| Well...it's been practically a month. I sorta decided it wasn't
worth it to say anything here because of the certain SOMEONE but screw
her.
I am currently home...almost alone...and my grandparents are in St.
Cloud, shopping for a coffee maker. My parents are in Mexico, oh
joy.
So now I'm stuck with my grandparents for four days, at home, with
nothing to do. Fun, huh? It's not like they're horrible
people or anything, but in general I have no respect for adults
(actually, now that I think about it, in general, I have no respect for
the human race as a whole but that's for another day...) and they're
nosier and louder than my parents.
I don't like nosy people.
I don't like loud people.
I don't like people.
Three strikes, you're out.
*sigh*
Anyway, recent events at school...hmm. Honestly, our school
is like a soap opera, and we're a gosh darn PRIVATE SCHOOL. Let
me recap some recent events.
1. Gilly flipping at Mitch for cheating at our social game.
2. Beth flipping at Meagan for being annoying.
3. Mrs. Schumann flipping because Mike locked the door to her classroom.
4. Beth flipping at Kassandra for being Kassandra.
5. Jake flipping at Beth for making him be in orchestra.
Lots of flipping. And believe me, those are just some of the
events. Include Derek flipping at Jake, Jake beating the jocks in
chess (which led to flipping), Ms. K flipping, Mrs. Engen flipping, and
Mrs. Becker mispronouncing flipping names, we could seriously air a
documentary - "Innocence and the School That Doesn't Have It".
Throw in some scandal (Mr. Polluck, anyone?) and a well-known person
for a voiceover person (I'm betting on Britney Spears) throw it
together, and bada bing, bada boom, we're plastered all over billboards
and on Letterman as those nasty kids from that one Catholic
school. Then we sign a movie deal called "Heaven, Hell, and
School", make millions, and go home happy.
That would be nice, methinks.
I can't even imagine how drama-ridden a public school is. Then
again, because there's like five times as many kids, it's probably
easier to just avoid people and confrontations don't happen much.
And they probably don't know every single person in the school that
well (like we do) and it's harder to pick fights with people you don't
know. Then again, most of them are on drugs, so I wouldn't count
on anything.
Hmm. High school will be fun. Not fun like yay, yippee
sorta fun, more like interesting, dramatic fun. I love yelling at
people. I know no greater joy than breaking out of my shell and
flipping out at someone.
Plus I find it hilarious when people swear at me. Honestly.
I've built up quite the tough skin, and by now, I just laugh at me who
try to offend me. Been there, done that. They're just
making themselves look like idiots.
American Idol. Is it just me, or is the talent a wee bit lacking
this year? Sure, you've got some solid talents in Carrie
Underwood, a pretty darn good country singer, Anwar Robinson (the
teacher), Osborne Smith II (son of the baseball player), Marlea
Stroman, Sarah Mather, and enigma-of-a-four-foot-tall-
16-year-old-girl-rapper-with-a-weird-name-and-helium-voice Aa'Shia. but
no one has totally jumped out and said WINNER yet. Honestly
though, I'm probably being way too whiny, those six alone could easily
fill out the middle stages of AI3 (blowing John Stevens, JPL, Matt
Rogers, Leah LaBelle, Camile Velasco, etc. out of the water) and we've
only seen two of the seven cities.
Alright, I give in. The talent isn't as good as it could be, but
if we can round it out with the solid singers we have been seeing and a
few extraordinary ones on the level of other winners, we're probably in
for a good season.
And the ratings are phenomenal. The first episode was among Fox's
best primetime ratings ever, only beaten out by some Joe Millionaire
crap and the Ruben/Clay finale, and 33.5 million viewers.
33.5 million. Over 10% of the nation was watching. That's udderly ridiculous.
Bessie: Moooooo.
*laughs*
Of course, it would be nice if 50% of that 10% were burned to a stake, or got their eyes burned out, or was forced to eat ugali.
(Ugali, by the way, is a fancy word for "flour and water stirred really
well, served with cabbage". I had to eat it for some project [or
else the African nuns would have killed me] and nearly puked.
Then again, I puked once when Madeline poured dirt down my shirt, but
that's a story for another day.)
Yes, those 50% certainly suck. Kill the Republicans.
DUDE.
Are rednecks called rednecks because they live in red states for
Bush? I never thought of that. Or is that just a gosh darn
coincidence? Hm.
Anyway, I'm off to get dressed for GOSH DARN church soon. Why
we're going tonight...I have no clue. At least I'll be able to
sleep in tomorrow. Yeah, fat chance.
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| I'm baaaaaaaack! And I'm here to tell you all about my exciting, exciting trip.
I woke up on Monday morning, fun fun. Finished getting packed,
whatever, and headed off around 11:00 to the airport with my mother and
my little brother. Exciting.
Since we already had printed out our boarding passes, we didn't need to
pick them up, which sped things up a bit. We went upstairs to the
gate (do you have any idea how hard it is to figure out how to bring a
suitcase up an escalator without picking it up?) and went through
security, which was less invasive than I thought it would be (although
the girl running the thing seemed to have no concept of being able to
actually speak, she just kind of pointed and waved her arms wildly).
And we continued to the gate...where we waited. And waited.
And waited. There's a lot of that in this story, by the way, you
should be glad you're only reading this, it doesn't take up much of
your time.
Well, unless you manually scrolled down that instead of using that little bar thing over there. ------->
Heh.
Anyway, we waited (and I bought a $2 cookie because I was hungry) until
the airplane came. But did we get on? Of course not, it
still took five minutes or so to get on because we weren't at the back
of the plane.
And THEN (guess what happened) we waited more, because of course we can't take off right away.
Taking off was so darn scary. I'm not scared of heights or
anything, but I had the idea (like everyone does) that this is going to
be the ONE plane that crashed, that like Pigpen and his perpetual dust
trail that never ever leaves, the bad luck would hover over my head
would finally strike for good and kill me.
But of course that didn't happen. We took off safely.
They brought us pop (Diet Coke, fun) and then they handed out
cheeseburgers. What? They looked really, really disgusting,
so I didn't take one.
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Ricky: The cheese is everywhere!
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Riiiiight. Anyway, the plane ride was boring (But heck, I love
Tetris. I played Tetris throughout the entire trip. Tetris,
Tetris, Tetris!) but landing was similarly scary.
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Ricky: We're on the ground.
**BUMP**
Jake: NOW we're on the ground. **rolls eyes**
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The first thing I saw was a palm tree. I almost fainted. A
PALM TREE! Scary. I mean...a palm tree! All I ever
see is pine trees and oaks and stuff like that. Plus, palm trees
really don't look anything like people imagine them. They're
really pretty weird looking.
So my uncle and Grandma were at the airport and drove us to my uncle's
house in Scottsdale, Arizona, which was about a half hour away.
Ricky kept complaining about being hungry. Whatever.
Grandpa had supper ready there, all sorts of Mexican stuff. Note
to self: Never drown your chips in salsa. They get all
soggy. Ick.
We broke out a game of Balderdash. That's a game where you get
something (like a name, date, or initials) and have to think up
something that fits that and try to fool other people into believing
that it's true. For example, if the initials are RHS, the real
answer might be Real House Selling (whatever) but all the other answers
are mixed it and you have to seperate the truth from the
Balderdash. Anyway, I thought I'd be way better at it than I
was. My mom won (but beat out my uncle by only one point).
The next morning, we woke up and we went hiking at Pinnacle Peak.
It was relatively hot out, so the trail was busy, but it was pretty fun.
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Girl: Look! Another cactus!
Girl's Mother: They're everywhere, Mad. We're in Arizona.
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Yes, Madeline, the stupid little girl might have had the same name as you. Sad.
We hiked two miles (I was actually physically able, yes).
After that we all went in the hot tub at my uncle's house. By the
way, his house is so huge and so clean. The ceilings are like
twenty feet high, and nothing...I mean, NOTHING is out of place.
Really nice place, but scarily clean. So we went in the hot tub,
and I jumped in the pool (at 50 degrees...ack).
And then, we went to my aunt and uncle's 20th anniversary party.
They are from Washington, but took a vacation at the same time as us
(or something) rather conviently [I can't figure out how to spell that
for the life of me].
Anyway, we all jumped in the car, and being tired (the time change hit
me surprisingly hard) I fell asleep and woke up to see my uncle getting
out of the car to get a cake. Ooookay.
And then I woke up again somewhere in the middle of Phoenix and my mom
is telling me to get out of the car. I stumble around a bit and
walk up to some place my aunt rented for the party. We pulled out
all the chairs and tables and set everything up.
Three hours of torture ensued.
It was kind of fun seeing all the creepiliy weird relatives
though. One was a Jesse Ventura lookalike with THE BIGGEST
EYEBROWS YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. His eyebrows leapt off his head like
two inches. Seriously.
*****
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| Wow. It's been five days since I've posted here. Blame a certain someone.
Christmas went well. Nothing out of the ordinary...just a fairly enjoyable Christmas with some mildly enjoyable family.
I'm leaving for Arizona tomorrow morning. I'll be back on
Thursday...you better miss me! I'm actually kind of excited for
the plane ride...I haven't been on a plane for five years now (when I
went to Las Vegas) and I think it'll be fun.
I'm scared of the warm weather though. It'll be a shock. Eek.
I'll be back...I might be able to check in from my uncles' house...I'm not sure.
And I GUARANTEE I will have at least one funny airport story and at
least one family story by the time I get back. See y'all!
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| It has come to my attention that a certain somone told a certain sibling, who told a certain parent about a certain website and a certain mother forbade a certain daughter to never talk to a certain young man again. Due to this, a certain young man has had to censor a certain website for fear of certain death.
Certainly, this certain someone sucks. | | |
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