"You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts." --2 Corinthians 3:3
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The view from my window is rather pretty, right now.
So. I'm looking out my hotel window right now, watching the sun set over the moutains. Some of your might be wondering why I'm in a hotel room. Well, actually I have a five day weekend. [Teacher convenction on Thursday and Friday and Monday is Columbus Day] So my parents decided that it's our 'college roadtrip weekend'. So this morning we set off on our adventure. We stopped by the college my sister [and now I] wants to attend. It's really pretty. The foliage was turning so the trees all over campus were really nicely coloured. And then we drove south a little to get to one of the colleges I want to look at, and so that's where we find me. In a hotel room getting ready for the night. I'm having a good time thus far. It's exciting to go look at colleges.
Soy muy cansada...
So I ended up being made to go to the party last night. Which I ended up thanking my parents for later on. [laughs] So barely anyone showed for this thing, so the friend of mine that threw it was like, "Oh, I guess we won't dance we don't have that many people we'll play volleyball...in the dark". So we ended up breaking glow stick and dumping the liquid in them onto the volleyball so we could see it. That was a failed idea. The glow stick goo got all over everybody, so we all just meandered inside and started attacking the junk food. So, he was then like, "Well, I did promise you guys dancing..." So we all filed back onto his back deck and he turned music on, so we did the Cha Cha Slide, and then they decided to do Civil War Line Dances. I'm serious. I friend of mine MADE me dance with him when we did the Virginia Reel. It was sooooo much fun. Then another guy asked me to dance, so I danced the Spanish Waltz with him. It was really a lot of fun!! It was kind of awkward though, because the guy who asked me to dance the Spanish Waltz was all "so, what's your name?" So I told him my name, and he was like, "Isn't that a dude's name?" [FYI my real name--at least my nickname--sounds like a guy's name. But I prefer it to my freakin' long Spanish name, anyways] and so I was like, umm...yeah? It was an interesting night, but I did have a fun time. So I did all the worrying for nothing. Oh well...
To go, or not to go.
A guy who plays on the basketball team at my school is throwing a party tonight...and I don't know if I want to go or not. I only semi-half-sorta-kinda got invited. Because my sister got invited and she could bring whoever she wanted to...but I didn't get invited so my sister would be bringing me as her guest and I don't know if I like that or not.
She keeps saying that the guy whose throwing this party and another guy friend of ours will ask where I am if I don't go. I doubt they'll ask, but that's just my opinion. I don't play sports and it's going to be the sporty group of people. I mean, I'm friends with them, but it's going to be volleyball, food, and dancing. I'm not so sure that'll be fun for me. My mom's all like, "Why do you never go to parties like this?" And my dad will probably say: "You always say you don't have any good friends why don't you go?" And I'll probably get upset and yell and say, "I WASN'T TECHNICALLY INVITED!! Get off my back!!" So I don't know.
In other news...I updated my intro. I think it's too long, but I was bored and wanted something different. I'll probably leave it there for a little while and then change it back to what it was.
Why oh why am I the only girl?
So, our government class has been split into two groups: Republicans and Democrats. These don't necessarily express our own views we're just volunteers, so I'm the only female Republican, because all the boys in our class are personally Republicans and obviously not man enough to argue the opposite. And all the girls were brave enough to argue the opposite of their beliefs. So, now I'm stuck with the boys. Which sucks. Because I said for the mock ad we're making we should put classical music in the background and they looked at me like I was from a different planet for liking classical music. So I went and joined the girls in the "Democrat" party, because I'm currently pissed off with my own group. They don't pull their own weight, their stupid, and they're idiotic, and immature, and don't listen, and are going to fail if they don't step up. And it irks me, because my grade might suffer because of it. And now, I'm playing my favourite bands....Lifehouse, Paramore, Linkin Park, ect. and they're giving me crap for it, because they like August Burns Red and Norma Jean and all that. ARGH.
I'd rather cut my leg off with a rusty saw then live through tomorrow.
I have physical therapy scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. This in itself sucks like nobody's business. I HATE physical therapy, with the burning passion of 1,000 suns. I hate the fact that I have three more weeks of it. It's hell. Seriously. It makes my knee hurt like friggin' crazy, no wonder I don't think it's working. Physical Therapy: Where All Your Ailments Are Worsened Tenfold. Yes. Anyways, like I said this would suck by itself but wait--there's more! [/false enthusiasm] I HAVE BALLET AFTER PT. I know, right? Seriously. I can barely move after therapy. Usually I have work or something which isn't bad 'cause I'll just tell the teacher I assist that I had therapy and my knee feels like someone's shoving an crowbar under my kneecap and putting their wieght on the other end as leverage to pop it off, so she'll let me sit there and point out the mistakes and shortcomings of small children. BUT, ballet is a different tale. Because I'm in such an advanced class [advanced class my butt, by the way. Everyone in that class just doesn't suck as bad as everybody else. I'm not being mean to them, I suck right along with them] we have a rather intense class. Like kick your leg out in front of you, hold it for eight counts, swivel it side, hold it for eight coulds then BEND your knee will still holding your leg out straight to the side and put all your weight on your effing bad knee and see how that feels. So I'm going to attempt to pull the "MY KNEE FREAKIN FEELS LIKE CRAP!!" tomorrow and see how that goes. I might cry for authenticity. Heck I'd probably cry realistically, I suck when it comes to pain. I like to hide it but if it gets too be too much I usually clench my jaw and close my eyes and mutter obscenities, which my teacher seems to notice. Bah. If you had a lame race-horse, you'd shot it right? There's my point. Shoot me right now and put me out of my misery.
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