"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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I didn't really do so bad on my project. Everyone else who was supposed to go today weren't at school. It was like me and another girl. According to my classmates, I did fairly well. So, hopefully I'll get a good grade...
I can finally breathe now.
Vida Loca
I have a crazy week this week. Just a ton of stuff going on that's all culminating to Saturday. Which I'll talk about later. Anyways. Had a pretty good day today. Nothing really consequential happened.
Keep me in your prayers tomorrow. I have to give a science presentation in front of a ton of people. It's one of those projects that's going to either 'make or break' my grade. And I'm terrified. Not only this--but I'm going first. Because some stupid, idiotic, brave side of me volunteered to go first. I've since killed said stupid, idiotic brave side and replaced it with the coward who REALLY doesn't want to be the first fool to present her project. I really don't want to be bested by other people--nor do I want to make a fool of myself in front of nearly the ENTIRE high school. Not that our entire high school is really that terrifying... It's like 30 people tops [this includes teachers/parents/other random people] but still I'm nervous. I'm a person that easily looses her train of thought when nervous...so I'm just terrified that I'm going to get up there and completely blank and make a fool of myself in front of everybody... AGH. I'm scaring myself.... T^T
CHICAGO!!!!!!!!
I've said it before; and, I'll say it again: I am a die-hard Cubs fan. So the fact that it's the 8 inning and we're two ahead of the D-backs; I'm a happy gal right now.
WEEKEND!!!
Why am I drinking Mountain Dew this late at night? I have no idea. I blame it on the fact that all the hyperactive, evil, demonic, 5/6 graders who stole all the precious Mountain Dew at lunch so I had to have a nasty Sprite. I haven't had the Dew in a while [mainly because we ran out for a couple of days--I about died] so yeah, I had to drink at least one [cough-okmaybetwo-cough]. But, it's a Friday--I don't have to go to bed until the wee hours of the morning [my actual 'curfew' is 11. Ha. So much ha. I usually end up going 'til midnight...one...two...] so I can drink Mountain Dew at 9 o'clock if I want to.
Besides, I'm eating salty popcorn, I have to have a carbonated beverage or else the popcorn just wouldn't taste right!! [This is what we call skewed logic. But, I digress...] Anyways, I'm really excited that I can eat popcorn. I had braces [gags] for 3 years...4 months...and like 3 days or something like that. I missed popcorn. I've had 'em off for over a year now--but, I always smile when I chew gum, or eat caramel or popcorn or something else like that because I can eat it without thinking it's going to pop a bracket off or kill my braces. All I have to show for 'em is a nice, straight smile. My orthodontist would probably like me a lot more if I actually wore my retainer; but, oh well. Not my problem; my teeth aren't moving back, they're fine. It kind of sucked because my sister, who got them on at the same time as me, got them off more than a year before me. I cried. It was really frustrating. She got popcorn. And I had to wait another year. [sob]
Geez. I'm in a really wierd mood. Why else would I be reliving the horrible years of my middle-school life. Glasses, braces, acne...ugh. I'm glad that I'm over that awkward phase now. Contacts, got 'em off, and thank God for Proactiv. I think middle school is why so many girls have self-esteem issues. I mean, seriously. I look back at my middle school year books and pictures and stuff and I wonder: 'Geez, did I own a mirror?!' That and that one awful hair-dye job that turned bright orange. [cringes] I'm glad I finally got my wonderful dark brown hair back. My friend's first reactions to my orange hair was [and I kid you not]: "You look like Bozo the Clown!" DX
I'm rereading this now--and my goal to not be weird in this post was completely failed. FAIL!!! Fail I say!!
Bowling
My school's annual fundraiser is today. Yipee. If you send out 25 flyers asking for donations; then you get to skip a day of school and go bowling. I actually hate bowling. I'm awful at it. Muffin and the rest of my classmates told me I need to bowl so that I break 20 again this year. I bowled a 32 last year, and that's only because I had 15 in like the 7 frame and so Muffin and ever.so.silently bowled for me. I'm looking forward to the arcade and its zombie-shooting game. I started playing this game back in the 8 grade when toxictherapy came to my school. She rescued me from the zombies. That and I had one song left on the jukebox and so she played Ice Ice Baby. Everyone groaned and we laughed. So, now that's she's graduated, I play Ice Ice Baby to make everyone yell at me to stop doing it, and I go shoot zombies. I was originally going to get my sister to play with me; but, of course her boyfriend [whose a homeschooler] is coming to participate so there goes that idea. I'll just have to bug Muffin and his 'special friend'. Or go shoot zombies with my imaginary friend....
