"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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Nothing really all that interesting happened this week. It's been such a freakin' long week, I'm just looking forward to sleeping my weekend away.
So...highlights of the week:
+Dad's still in Kenya, and we heard from the missions team this afternoon and apparently work is going quickly and they're getting to do some outreach. My dad and one of the other "adventurous" [and by adventurous I mean stupid] guys haven't gotten into any trouble. That's good. These are the two, who when they went on a missions trip to Mexico, ate goat. And not just like some random cut of meat from a goat. No they ate it's face. Dad said its brain and tongue was pretty good too... Hopefully he hasn't eaten some strange African cuisine...
+Physical therapy is death warmed over. I have four more weeks of hell to deal with because my knee hasn't really improved much. Luckily they let me go back to ballet so I can dance now.
+Ballet was a mixed blessing. Had to stay in stinkin' town Monday night because of dance while mom and my sister went of gallavanting and having fun playing this awesome volleyball game. While I sat around at a friends house...eating cold pizza and talking about our youth group.
+Youth group was fun. Our youth pastor was back from vacaion, so we got to fix all the problems that arose when he was gone. Like the projector not working. That sucked. So he came in, messed with a few wires and bada-bing bada-boom the projector magically worked again. Whatever.
+Work. Sucks. The little girls [and one boy] I teach dance to are obnoxious and won't shut up. There are three who actually listen to their teacher and I. We resorted to playing "Simon Says" because nobody would freakin' listen to us!! So, me and the teacher were pulling our hair out. We both were really tired and pissed off anyways, so we didn't really have much patience for a whole bunch of bouncy 5 year olds.
+Thank God it's Friday. I was going to shoot myself just so I could get some rest. It's been on heck of a week. I'm serious, if I have this much stress next week I'm quiting work or school. Preferably school. I don't necessarily know why I don't like school. Oh never mind that, yes I do. It's called, English 111, Government, and Algebra 2. They're slowly but surely sucking the life out of me. We got interim reports today, and I WOULD have been on all A honor roll, but no. I'm not because of ALGEBRA. I hate Algebra. Why am I so dumb that I can't understand it?! [/rant]
I'm going to go sleep now, I guess I don't know. My body feels lethargic, but my mind is all wide and awake. Bah. I'll go bug my friends on Facebook...or something. I don't know.
Math needs to go to hell.
Dead serious. Algebra is of Satan.
So, my mom just was like, "Just go do your homework," so now I'm locked in my room pretending to do freaking Algebra.
If anyone can figure out what the frick "Find (f+g)(-1/2) and (f-g)(1) for f(x) = 6x, g(x) = |x|" is a friggin genius. Becasuse I don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of getting this right. I'm just going to guess and that will have to be that.
Ok, so I've just stared at a page full of Algebra for a while, I even went back and looked at the notes I took in class, and I've come to this conclusion: I am stupid. I will not get this no matter how hard I try. Therefore, why even try. I am not designed to understand this, because obviously my brain works just a little bit less efficiently than that of a chimpanzee.
Dangit, and now I'm crying because of it. It's just every single time I try to look at it, it looks more and more like some foreign language. No matter how hard I think about it I don't understand. And it doesn't help the fact that I'm sobbing like a brainless, frigging, idiot about it.
YES!!!!
Go Cubs go! Go Cubs go! Hey, Chicago, what d'ya say? Cubs are gonna win today!! FO SHO!! We just won. TAKE THAT FRIGGIN' GOAT CURSE!!! WE'RE GONNA BEAST IT!!! This goes out to my dad, who didn't get to see the game, as he's off in Kenya doing the Lord's work. It's been a long time, Papi, but we've got 'em now. Got 'em now!!
A Day in the Life...
So, we had our "observation" fieldtrip this morning for English 111. We got to "observe" people at McDonalds and Wal-Mart. Mainly we just joked around and ate...and caused chaos in Wal-Mart. I'm actually going to post my paper about it. I'm changing names in it, because I'm weird like that. I think the only people mentioned are me, Muffin, and a couple of my classmates...So I'll probably just go through and change their names [aside from Muffin, who will be called Muffin. Because he'd hate it if he knew I called him Muffin all over the internet!! HAHA!!] Anyways, so they'll probably just be Female Classmate or Girl or Boy or Whatever. Ok, so probably not 'Whatever' but you get the idea....OOOH, maybe I'll use adjectives that describe them as their names. Like Tall and Brother...ok, so Brother isn't an adjective but the one whom I'm applying it to is like my brother, so deal with it!!
NOTE: Feel free to skip over all of this. I'll put it in italics so you know when I get back to the real post. If you're awesome enough to read through it, PLEASE give me feedback on it. I'm turning it in for a grade tomorrow and I really would like to know what you all think!! THANKS!!
The sound most prominent was the constant blasting of the air above the doorway. There were kitchen noises, too: the clatter of utensils and the residual banter of employees.
I fingered the twenty in my palm as I stepped forward to place my order, a nice, good breakfast biscuit. The woman was cordial enough for a fast-food working zombie.
The air gusted over the door, garnering my attention. A group of elderly people were heralded in. As I waited for my bacon, egg and cheese biscuit, I realized the sheer amount of senior citizens at the restaurant. One would think McDonalds was the Fountain of Youth! Or maybe it was just the time of day that senior citizens emerge…
I got my breakfast and sat down across from my friends, both waiting for their own food. I unwrapped the wax paper over my sandwich. The cheese stuck to the wrapper and I grimaced.
The door opened, another blast of air, and there entered an alumni. His face was as dumbfounded as my classmates and mine must have been. With such a small town as Wouldn't You Like to Know?! , it is inevitable to see someone that you know; yet, to see a good friend was a more than pleasant surprise.
We joked and playfully taunted each other, laughing with our mouths full of unhealthy food. Brother, our alumni beloved, sat between my sister and I, Muffin and Tall were across the table from us.
“Oh guess what?” Brother said, excitedly glancing at his iPod, he undoubtedly wanted to inform us of the latest trivial tidbit about electronics.
“Chicken butt,” Muffin said flippantly, obviously looking for a reaction. We stared at him.
I froze mid-bite. He laughed sheepishly, “Oh sorry, you’re eating.”
I finished my bite and glared at him, not liking his childish antics very much. Eventually we wrapped up our fast food adventures and departed to our next destination.
Wal-Mart.
We walked through the parking lot, stepped into the automatic doors and took in the splendor of it all. Marked down items galore! We immediately departed company of our large group, each splitting off in a thousand different directions. Sweet and I meandered around, laughing and joking and having a merry time. She grabbed a ginormous pillow—almost as tall as she was—and tucked it under her arm. We walked aimlessly down aisles, smiling at passersby and giggling like love struck schoolgirls.
“That pillow ain’t quite big enough,” one old man noted, glancing at us. His hooded eyes stared at us as we stared back at him, taken aback. We smiled and politely answered; but then walked away quickly, unable to contain our giggles.
We saw many people we knew, talking to each briefly and explaining our little outing. We continued to gather random items from store shelves, a Styrofoam tombstone and a red and purple hat. We laughed generously as we flounced down the aisles, in search of our classmates.
And then we found…Barack Obama. Not the real presidential hopeful, rather a latex mask of the man. We had to have the mask. It was a necessity. Needless to say, we grabbed the mask and made a beeline for apparel where Muffin, Sister and Tall stood inconspicuously looking at T-shirts.
The mask caused chaos amongst us. Muffin put the mask on and we unobtrusively took his video camera and filmed it. People stared at us and ushered their children down different aisles—nobody particularly wanted to be within range of the teenaged, presidential wannabes.
Muffin and I had the bright idea of finding Red, Skinny and Sleepy and scaring them with the mask. Their faces were priceless as they saw the mask adorning Muffin's face. Once the horror was stripped away from their visages, there was humor. We laughed for a while—people looked at us askance as we chortled helplessly next to the milk coolers.
A quick glance at my watch told me we were well past the time of our officiated departure. I grabbed a Starbucks chilled coffee on my way out and we walked to the car. Still bantering and laughing even as we drove away—back to the mundane normality of schoolwork and real life; but still with the fun of the morning burned into our memories.
Anyways, so that's my paper. I hope you all liked it. I had an awesome time, a lot more stuff happened that I didn't include. Like an old guy in McDonalds hitting on my sister and then our 'brother' standing up and yelling "NOT HER!" While everyone stared at him...it was hilarious. I had a pretty good day, so yeah. Awesome. COMMENT ABOUT MY PAPER, PLEASE!!!
EDIT!! Portions of this are now changed thanks to the help of the ever lovely toxictherapy!! Thanks, sweetheart!
Same old story.
I'm feeling a little bit better about stuff now. I think I just seriously needed to vent when I wrote my last post. But, hopefully things will get better...Ok, so I doubt it--but one can hope.
I'm so bored. Augh. There's nothing going on. Or rather things just keep getting added to my schedule that are monstrously boring. Like tutoring. I get to tutor this bratty, little girl who doesn't listen and doesn't work up to her potential. I was told the reason I was paired with her was 'because you can be firm'. I was like, like heck I can. I won't take any crap from this kid. Anyways, I get to spend my beloved study hall every Tuesday and Friday with this brat. Great, right?
Umm...my dad leaves for a mission trip in Kenya on Friday. He'll be gone for about two weeks. It's really awesome that he gets to go. I'm excited for him--but this also has a crappy flip side: which would be, I'm alone on Monday. This would generally be a good thing if I could [legally] drive alone. I told my mom just to leave me the keys to the truck [while she and my sister go to an away volleyball game] and I'd just drive myself to and from dance; but, she shot that idea down. D'oh. Anyways, so I said that I'd just walk there [it's only like 10 miles, I need the excersize, I'm getting a little pudgy.] But she wouldn't have that either. So I then suggested just let me catch a ride to the dance studio after school lets out, and then I could just sit there for two hours until my class starts, then I'd get a rid home with someone. But, alas, she has now set up a babysitter. Ok, so not really a babysitter, per se...but still. I have to go over to my English teacher's neice's house. Yeah. Seriously. I mean, I seriously love this girl, she's really awesome--but I kind of like to be alone and actually at my own house...and not over at her house [where her fiance will probably already have some crazy dinner ready, which is a plus of going because he's an expiremental cooker and usually makes really awesome stuff, anyways, that's beside the point]. Don't get me wrong, they're both great; but, I was looking forward to blaring loud emo music, making ramen for dinner, and dancing around in my underwear. Ok, so maybe not that last part, but you guys get the picture. Anyways, so yeah. Blegh.
