"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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What do you mean I'm an Upperclassman?!
Yeah, a friend of mine and I were spazzing out the other day because we're going to be juniors this year. [Yeah, we're sooo friggin' old, right?!] Anywho, we both were just kind of freaking out because we have to do a lot this year. We're taking an English course that counts as a college credit. So that's exciting and terrifying all at the same time. And then a lot of us are also now driving, and doing driver's ed [HA! Praise God I'm done with that mess] and just all this other stuff. We only have two graduating seniors this year, not because the senior class is incompetant and only two can graduate, there actually is only two people in that class. So they don't really have to plan all the events and stuff like that so the juniors get to help with planning prom, and homecoming, and all that jazz. We also are hoping that we can start fund-raising for our senior trip next year. We want to raise a lot of money so we can take a good trip. [We were thinking Europe. No one would listen to me and go to Japan. They're bums.] We tossed around a lot of ideas last year [yeah, we're all 'go-getters' we like to plan things and not wait until the last minute like some of the senior classes gone by] and it got really stupid towards the end of it, because I'd taken out a piece of paper and was writing down all the good ideas [i.e. Rome, Paris, London, Tokyo--which I put on the list for my own personal gain--, Antigua, Bahamas, ect.] and then Muffin grabbed my pencil and drew the moon, and stick figures of my classmates on said moon [which was lopsided, I might add] and said we should go to the moon. The conversation went downhill from there when we started saying we should go to Narnia... Yeah, forget us being good planners, our planning sessions always degenerate into madness.
My Life--taken over by Facebook
So my last couple of times on the Internets have been consumed by Facebook. I never knew so many of my friends had pages on there!! Geez! Like everytime I get on I'm spammed with all their friend requests and Flair and stuff. It's overwhelming. O.O
Anyways, so now I'm at school--once again--for the inevitable week of 'helping the teachers prepare for school!!' So, I have to do this every friggin' year. It's not the most fun thing on the face of the planet, but oh wells. I'm currently hiding from people behind and open door, and messing around on my lappy, glad that I have highspeed here. My older sister is currently in volleyball practice, so I'm avoiding people; because I'm not a good 'people-person'. I'm better over the internet or via AIM or something. My people skills suck. I'm better with animals. Why can't cats run the schools? Hmmm? Then I wouldn't suck so bad.
Oh my gosh. What the mess am I talking about? Cats running the school system? Good Lord, I need therapy. I blame this on my Mountain Dew withdrawl, because I've barely had ANY this summer and I drank like an entire bottle in five minutes before I came here. Someone slap me if I start talking about Montain Dew continually like I did last year...
More Medical Updates.
So I had to go to my first physical therapy appointment today for my bad knee. Considering there's nothing seriously wrong with it, I was a little skeptical about the therapy. That and I think it's a little too time-consuming. I have better things to do. Anyways, so I went and talked to the therapist lady for a while, and she made me flex my muscles and bend my knee and all this crazy stuff, and then [GET THIS] she told me why I'm in pain. Yes, I now know what's wrong with it. Thank you, physical-therapist-lady-whose-name-escapes-me. Ok, so I'm going to try to explain it to the best of my ability. When she explained it to me it was with all the medical jargon, so I'll forgo that and give you guys the dumbed-down version. Ok, so here's the deal: Apparently when normal people walk, their thigh muscles, and the muscles in the lower leg contract to move the kneecap up and down. The kneecap is on some sort of [and this is the best way I can describe it] track that is where it's supposed to go. For some inexplicable reason, my kneecap does not stay on this track. Me kneecap doesn't go up and down, it goes out to the left. Hence why it's easy for me to hyper-extend it. Anyways, so now the muscles and ligaments and tendons on the left side of my kneecap are really short and tight, because they're used to my kneecap going that way. And the muscles and ligaments and tendons on the right side are really long, and loose and weak. So the deal is, I have to shorten those and strengthen them, as well as lengthening and loosening the left side. At least now I know why my knee hurts... So that's the deal with that. Just thought I'd tell ya'll. I'm pretty excited about the fact that hopefully we'll be able to correct the problem.
Snakes on a Plane.
Ok, so not exactly on a plane, more or less in my cat's mouth...
Anyways, my older sister, dad and I were outside helping mi hermana practice volleyball. She's an awesome player, I'm dead serious you'll see her in London in four yeas. But i digress....My cat started flailing around and I thought he had caught a mouse or something, but no, he had a snake...We think it was just a brown snake--but anyways, I just got back from holding my spastic cat while my dad 'disposed' of the snake... That was a portion of my excitement for the day.
I shall never read again.
I awoke this morning to my mother coming into my room, signing: "It's time to get up and go to school." Haha, very funny, madre. I don't really have school today [I don't start for another week and 1/2] but my sister and I did have to go in and help out. So it was my 'older brother' and 'young sister' [good friends of mine that I've known for about 11 years now] and my biological sister. We had to move the school's 'library' thankfully we go to a small, private, Christian school so our library is really small; but, not too small because that would have been too easy. So, we all move book shelves, books, desks, tables, chairs and boxes all morning long. My fingers are raw and I just want to keep sitting here and eat my banana bread and sleep. But, at like 3 I have to go to work, and then I'm taking off early to go to youth early so I can do tech booth for my guy friend whose moving away. We actually don't know how I'm getting to work [because mom brought my sisters, brother and I home for lunch and she's leaving us here] because mom might not be done with work by then, so we think my brother is going to have to take one of our trucks and drive me out there. I said that I'd drive him [despite the fact that I can only drive with a liscened driver in the front seat. And my 'bro' would have to be 21 for me to drive with him legally.] We joked and said that a cop probably wouldn't care even if we said, "But we should be family, we're that close!!" And my brother was like, "I could say: 'But she wore my pants'!" We decided that because he's 18, and I'm 16 that'd probably be really inappropriate...because he'd get arrested for saying something like that. And for the record, I did wear his pants. Because my mom bought them at a yard sale 13 years ago, and we didn't even know each other then. So we both have worn this pair of green, courdary overalls. [laughs] Anyways, so that's been my day thus far...I might edit this later if anything interesting happens at work...
