Murder Mystery is this weekend... I am so incredibly excited.
Not only do I get to go to MM10/ the Shine Bright Baby concert, I get to see so many people... including my BEST FRIEND, whom I have not seen since camp. Ohhh, I can't wait.
I'm so glad things are so... normal.. on my end again. HOOOOORAYYYY!!!!
AAAND I get to see my Gracie, and Jocie, and Jared, and Maggie, and Molly, and Levi, and HUNTER!!! AHHHH!!!!!
Now I just need to stop being sick.
Meh.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
To Ten Million Fireflies, I'm Weird 'Cause I Hate Goodbyes...
History class starts at 1. NOT 2. History class starts at 1. NOT 2. History class starts at 1. NOT 2. (Repeat 100 times daily, until that does not happen again- close call, but it was alright!)
I took the PSAT this morning. It was disgustingly easy, but that's all I'm allowed to say about it, under punishment of law (or destroyed test scores.) Of course, Emilyy and I may or may not have chatted at Applebee's after... but whatever.
We left our tip for the waiter in the shape of a vampire face.
I'm tired of dreaming about backdrops and portrait collections.
I have a blue wristband on my left arm that says "DOMINATE." It's for work. I'm unnaturally excited about it.
I took the PSAT this morning. It was disgustingly easy, but that's all I'm allowed to say about it, under punishment of law (or destroyed test scores.) Of course, Emilyy and I may or may not have chatted at Applebee's after... but whatever.
We left our tip for the waiter in the shape of a vampire face.
I'm tired of dreaming about backdrops and portrait collections.
I have a blue wristband on my left arm that says "DOMINATE." It's for work. I'm unnaturally excited about it.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
"But I'll try, for your love"
I need to sleep for about 36 hours. Even 24. I might settle for 12-14, if they were uninterrupted. Bleh.
English class today... I got more angry than I've been since Mr. Marakovitz told us that our song for band was about "Jesus and other crap like that" in 7th grade. But that's another story for another time.
Stopped at Emilyy's on the way home from English to share with her the offending piece of poetry, and the accompanying essay and dialogue. Both of which are also, other stories for another time.
Worked from 1-7. That lunch break I was supposed to have from 2-3? It was consumed by photographing two adorable children in Halloween costumes. (A turtle and a giraffe, both age 1)
I met my boss's boss, took a LOT of pictures, escaped twice to gulp water from the drinking fountain, sweated through my makeup, scheduled some appointments, enhanced portraits, sold portraits, assured parents that the cut on their child's chin was NOT visible in the portrait, fake-smiled, and made lots of noises like "Aaahhhh BOO! I'm'a getchu!! I'm'a getcher toesies!"
Bought an Arizona Tea on the way home, and here I sit. I need to write this History paper and GO TO SLEEP.
English class today... I got more angry than I've been since Mr. Marakovitz told us that our song for band was about "Jesus and other crap like that" in 7th grade. But that's another story for another time.
Stopped at Emilyy's on the way home from English to share with her the offending piece of poetry, and the accompanying essay and dialogue. Both of which are also, other stories for another time.
Worked from 1-7. That lunch break I was supposed to have from 2-3? It was consumed by photographing two adorable children in Halloween costumes. (A turtle and a giraffe, both age 1)
I met my boss's boss, took a LOT of pictures, escaped twice to gulp water from the drinking fountain, sweated through my makeup, scheduled some appointments, enhanced portraits, sold portraits, assured parents that the cut on their child's chin was NOT visible in the portrait, fake-smiled, and made lots of noises like "Aaahhhh BOO! I'm'a getchu!! I'm'a getcher toesies!"
Bought an Arizona Tea on the way home, and here I sit. I need to write this History paper and GO TO SLEEP.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Today has been Eventful
So far today...
Warren (The 55 year old man behind me in Spanish) announced that he "could do the Cupid Shuffle."
Bergita told us about "Santa's Little Helpers."
I found out that one of the girls in my Spanish class is going to Spring Arbor.
I witnessed a man loudly writing a rap song in front of the CMC.
I watched a hackey-sack circle.
It's only noon. And I still have to work. This is going to be interesting.
Warren (The 55 year old man behind me in Spanish) announced that he "could do the Cupid Shuffle."
Bergita told us about "Santa's Little Helpers."
I found out that one of the girls in my Spanish class is going to Spring Arbor.
I witnessed a man loudly writing a rap song in front of the CMC.
I watched a hackey-sack circle.
It's only noon. And I still have to work. This is going to be interesting.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
"When the hours turn to minutes and I'm seconds away."
This last week or two has been crazy.
Highlights:
Home(school)coming 2009!!! Sooo much fun...Kaylie, Craig, and Jonny stayed at my house after. Angela was an incredible hair/makeup/photographer. Rrrrrossa was a great ride :] The whole night was such a grand time of laughter, Italian food, bowling, and staying up late.
I got a 102.6% on my first ever college exam. Granted, it was Spanish, and it was incredibly easy. But still. I've made "friends" in all of my classes- at least, there are people I could call if I missed, and they would tell me what I had missed.
Nana and Papa took me to lunch between classes one day. On the way home, I managed to get lost in downtown Flint. THAT was an experience.
I got a job!!! I start tomorrow at the JC Penney Portrait Studio. I'm pretty excited- I get to take pictures and get paid for it! :]
We got to go to a Tigers' Game in a suite courtesy of FSN Detroit... food, friends, and fun :] (I'm alliterating- because Billy Sr. came!) The fact that Kaylie was there meant that I didn't WATCH much baseball... but the Tigs won 7-2.
Hillsdale County Fair Weekend 2009 was incredibly fun. Sleep-deprived secret telling, early morning, coffee with Jared, Wendy's for "real food" and wi-fi, family, "lunch" with Jared, Fair, Levi finally coming, meeting new friends (Kyle, or Conway, as Emilyy called him), and one of the best family dinners in a long time.
Today, I taught Junior Church. We have such an incredibly diverse (personality-wise) group of kids in that class, it's always intriguing.
After church, we had a delicious lunch, then I finished my English essay (observing a scene.) Watched some TV, read for a while, then I actually took a nap. The last time I did that was at camp.
Well. I think I'll go to bed now. I'm pretty much an elderly lady when it comes to sleep patterns right now... still trying to catch up from staying up until 5:30 after hsc. :]]
Love.
Highlights:
Home(school)coming 2009!!! Sooo much fun...Kaylie, Craig, and Jonny stayed at my house after. Angela was an incredible hair/makeup/photographer. Rrrrrossa was a great ride :] The whole night was such a grand time of laughter, Italian food, bowling, and staying up late.
I got a 102.6% on my first ever college exam. Granted, it was Spanish, and it was incredibly easy. But still. I've made "friends" in all of my classes- at least, there are people I could call if I missed, and they would tell me what I had missed.
Nana and Papa took me to lunch between classes one day. On the way home, I managed to get lost in downtown Flint. THAT was an experience.
I got a job!!! I start tomorrow at the JC Penney Portrait Studio. I'm pretty excited- I get to take pictures and get paid for it! :]
We got to go to a Tigers' Game in a suite courtesy of FSN Detroit... food, friends, and fun :] (I'm alliterating- because Billy Sr. came!) The fact that Kaylie was there meant that I didn't WATCH much baseball... but the Tigs won 7-2.
Hillsdale County Fair Weekend 2009 was incredibly fun. Sleep-deprived secret telling, early morning, coffee with Jared, Wendy's for "real food" and wi-fi, family, "lunch" with Jared, Fair, Levi finally coming, meeting new friends (Kyle, or Conway, as Emilyy called him), and one of the best family dinners in a long time.
Today, I taught Junior Church. We have such an incredibly diverse (personality-wise) group of kids in that class, it's always intriguing.After church, we had a delicious lunch, then I finished my English essay (observing a scene.) Watched some TV, read for a while, then I actually took a nap. The last time I did that was at camp.
Well. I think I'll go to bed now. I'm pretty much an elderly lady when it comes to sleep patterns right now... still trying to catch up from staying up until 5:30 after hsc. :]]
Love.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Little Known Facts
My cell phone has more contacts under "J" than any other letter.
The "save" icon on Microsoft Word shows a floppy disk, with the shutter on backwards.
In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.
The United States has never lost a war in which mules were used.
All porcupines float in water.
The "save" icon on Microsoft Word shows a floppy disk, with the shutter on backwards.
In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.
The United States has never lost a war in which mules were used.
All porcupines float in water.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Memories
The strings of my heart- tied all over the world. They're tugged, pulled, yanked. Tugged to Hiawatha: to my fellow staff members, to campers, to more memories than words can express. They're pulled towards Hillsdale County, to Crossroads Farm, to late nights in the car, to my many family members there. The strings of my heart are yanked back to Pucallpa, Peru. Yanked to my Peruvian familia, to the orphans of Aldea Infantil San Juan, to the members of CEMY and Jovenes con Vision, to motocarro rides and meals at C'est si Bon.
It takes so little for a memory to come rushing back. A smell, a song, a taste, a Bible verse, a movie, even hearing spoken Spanish- can all bring back vivid, colorful, intense memories.
I smell smoke and dust and suddenly I'm walking the streets of Pucallpa with Ben, Craig, Azaky, Drake, Ian, Mel, or Kelly. "He Will Carry Me" comes on the radio and I'm back on stage, placing baby Moses in the river of arms doing that motion I still can't do.
We order Subway for dinner and I'm transported back to Reading. To those late nights in Subway, talking and laughing. To the rides home, listening to Yes FM. Singing at the top of our lungs- even though none of us are really singers.
Pastor Brad preaches on Psalm 139. I close my eyes, and I'm back at Hiawatha, surrounded by my closest friends. My arms are raised, tears squeeze through my closed eyes. Such a knowledge is too, wonderful for me/It is too high, for my feeble mind/Where can I go from your Spirit?/Where can I run from Your presence?/If I ascend to the heavens, You are there, You are there/You're rising up in the morning/In a dry and barren land/Leading me, holding me in Your hand/There You are/How wonderful to be where you are. I'm with God. I'm home.
Looking through movies on my computer, I see Son of Rambow. The memories rush back- arguing in the video store, skeptically agreeing after what seems like hours. Come on, don't you trust me? Aren't you always talking about how you trust me? Sitting in my grandparents' living room with two of my closest friends, laughing hysterically.
I can be walking through the mall when I hear somebody speaking Spanish. I strain to listen, hoping I can catch a few words. The language takes me back to my most recent trip to Peru, to the day when God put words in my mouth that I never knew I know. To those ten days of translation and communications. To realizing later that I had communicated full conversations- almost completely in a language I barely speak.
Grilled cheese and tomato soup takes me back in time to the camp dining room. Back to constantly "hitting the jackpot," to debates, arguments, and jokes. Back to laughing, getting mail, and thinking it would never end.
As we sing "He Keeps Me Singing," I picture myself standing between Rocky and Reuben on the platform. I'm one of maybe three staff members who know the song. There's a cheat board in the front row. I remember belting it out loudly, no doubt off-key, yet exuberantly joyful.
Work in Progress- more to come.
It takes so little for a memory to come rushing back. A smell, a song, a taste, a Bible verse, a movie, even hearing spoken Spanish- can all bring back vivid, colorful, intense memories.
I smell smoke and dust and suddenly I'm walking the streets of Pucallpa with Ben, Craig, Azaky, Drake, Ian, Mel, or Kelly. "He Will Carry Me" comes on the radio and I'm back on stage, placing baby Moses in the river of arms doing that motion I still can't do.
We order Subway for dinner and I'm transported back to Reading. To those late nights in Subway, talking and laughing. To the rides home, listening to Yes FM. Singing at the top of our lungs- even though none of us are really singers.
Pastor Brad preaches on Psalm 139. I close my eyes, and I'm back at Hiawatha, surrounded by my closest friends. My arms are raised, tears squeeze through my closed eyes. Such a knowledge is too, wonderful for me/It is too high, for my feeble mind/Where can I go from your Spirit?/Where can I run from Your presence?/If I ascend to the heavens, You are there, You are there/You're rising up in the morning/In a dry and barren land/Leading me, holding me in Your hand/There You are/How wonderful to be where you are. I'm with God. I'm home.
Looking through movies on my computer, I see Son of Rambow. The memories rush back- arguing in the video store, skeptically agreeing after what seems like hours. Come on, don't you trust me? Aren't you always talking about how you trust me? Sitting in my grandparents' living room with two of my closest friends, laughing hysterically.
I can be walking through the mall when I hear somebody speaking Spanish. I strain to listen, hoping I can catch a few words. The language takes me back to my most recent trip to Peru, to the day when God put words in my mouth that I never knew I know. To those ten days of translation and communications. To realizing later that I had communicated full conversations- almost completely in a language I barely speak.
Grilled cheese and tomato soup takes me back in time to the camp dining room. Back to constantly "hitting the jackpot," to debates, arguments, and jokes. Back to laughing, getting mail, and thinking it would never end.
As we sing "He Keeps Me Singing," I picture myself standing between Rocky and Reuben on the platform. I'm one of maybe three staff members who know the song. There's a cheat board in the front row. I remember belting it out loudly, no doubt off-key, yet exuberantly joyful.
Work in Progress- more to come.
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