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[Nov. 16th, 2007|08:15 am] |
Apparently my last post was 53 weeks ago...
And I'm only posting 'cause I just thought of it...
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[Nov. 8th, 2006|04:16 pm] |
So I was just thinking maybe I would get a Facebook since that what everyone seems to be using but then I realized that it would be kind of difficult. Between my computer being screwed and Beth already having one and thinking I was her when I was clicked on the link one of my friends sent me via email because he was "requesting to add me as a Friend" or something and my complete lack of understanding how the friggin' thing works with the internet and all (don't ask me why I was born in the age of technology or whatever...I know how to use my cell phone, iPod and email. That's all I need. I don't know how it works, just how to make it do what I want...mostly...), ok, basically, I don't know how to make it work and anyone in my house who could help me are all busy.
So I was at a Halloween party the Saturday before Halloween. Three of my alum friends told me that they had all met two of my friends who go to their (the three old friends) new school (last spring I kept being all, you'll go to school with Sophie and Lara!!!). So just now, when I was trying to see how Facebook worked, I found that a) they all have Facebooks, and b) they all friended each other. Ok, so it's not that surprising. But I live in my own happy little world where all my friends are friends and everything is exactly the way I wanted. Unfortunately, quite often I am yanked back into the real world and therefore am very surprised when something happens that doesn't drag me back into reality.
Yes, I realize I am not making sense.
Alrighty...I will probably add more later but toodles for now.
Love Wendy |
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[Sep. 29th, 2006|04:34 pm] |
I am and über fabulous person, don't you think? I'm not failing any classes!!! I'm turning my homework in, etc. Like, I'm pretty confident I did ok on all three tests that I had in the last two days (I really hope my classes end up on different schedules 'cause right now, all the units are ending at the same time so all my tests are happening at the same time!!!!). This makes me so happy...
Lunch rocked today. On Fridays, you can buy real food (as in, they get pizza from a pizza place near the school) and so I got to chow down on pizza and sing Wicked and Chorus Line with Emma. It rocked!!! About the time we started singing, two of the other girls went outside. Like, 20 minutes later, they came back and were like, it's been 20 minutes!! You're still singing?!?!!? I was like, you expected me to stop?!
So yeah...that's pretty much my life...
Here's a little logic type problem:
Draw a diagram on a piece of paper. It should be a square/rectangle/thing with four dots in a trapaziod inside it. Connect the dots in two lines without lifting up the pen/pencil. I would post the diagram, but that would require figuring out how to make my computer do what I want and I don't have that kind of patience...
I'll post the solution at some point...
Toodloo!
Love Wendy |
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[Sep. 29th, 2006|10:39 am] |
I like libraries. It's cool.
Ok. back to research.
Toodles. |
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[Sep. 24th, 2006|05:37 pm] |
Shoot. Weekend's over. Darn.
I just checked, being this awesome person who does her weird homework assignments like email her teachers so they have her address, and I'm getting a B+ in earth science. I figure for that's not too bad for someone who's still figuring out how this whole thing works...
This is going to be really cliché (and I just figured out how to do those little accents!!!!! option and E and then let go of option and hit the E again...é, é, é...I want to do a whole bunch!!!! î oooh!! I can do other letters! ñ...I can type in español!!!!!), but I'm making many new friends. I have people to eat lunch with!!!!! This rocks my socks off in a major way...and all except one or two of them is in other classes with me too!!!! How joyous is that? I know...totally...
Okey dokey. I've updated people can stop haunting my dreams yelling at me to update. I'm sorry, I have a lot to do...
Although I have to say...while people weren't haunting me, I had some good dreams about a certain someone who shall remain nameless...
Ooooh!! And one of Beth's friends is obsessive about Rent. And totally ADD. And she's in my chorus class. And she is very excitable. Like, she shrieks in very amusing, and encouraging, ways. Like when I pointed out to her that certain person who is remaining nameless, she had a very good, and incredibly Erica-esque, reaction...
Did I mention that I'm not failing español?
Joyousness.
Mucho lurverlyness,
Wendy |
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[Sep. 6th, 2006|02:28 pm] |
So...I'm at Olive's. And she offered the use of her computer. So guess what? I'm updating. Something I haven't done for quite a while.
So...today was orientation. I managed to not get *too* lost. As in, I found everything _eventually_ and I didn't go to the wrong class at all. I did, however, manage to walk the long way around a couple of loops, but no biggy.
Let's see. I have a grand total of one class with people I know. And, unfortunately, it's one class. As in, Olive, Sophie and Taggart are in my chorus class and that's the only class with any of them...:( Oh well. I'll survive. I suppose it could be a good thing. I have to make new friends...ok. Now I sound like a freak...like that's new...
I have surprisingly little to say. Wow...I'm just a bit pathetic...
Ok. I'm leaving now. I can only type nonsense for so long. Strange as that may sound...
Love Wendy |
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[Jul. 14th, 2006|12:13 pm] |
I've been home for a week. Just a bit on the lazy side. More than "a bit", actually. More like I have, like, not contacted anyone except for the most minimum emails...sorry people...I'm just a lazy person right now...
But my sister watched Rent last night. YAY!!!!! Took her long enough. She is now in love with it, and keeps spazzing about loving guys who can sing and cry (she said this when Roger had tears pouring down his face during Angel's funeral). Which reminds me, she cried when Angel died, just like I expected. And she is now totally obsessed with it.
Now I'm being a nice sister and bringing my brothers to the pool.
Love Wendy |
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[Jun. 24th, 2006|08:55 pm] |
I'm leaving for a bike trip tomorrow. I will get exhausted and all, not to mention quite dirty (we have chances for showers and laundry, but I've been told to expect to wear dirty clothes...sounds like VA all over again except biking instead of hiking...), but it should be fun.
When I get home, I will most likely have a new bedroom. This makes me very happy.
And my mom is making me a sleeveless sweater thingy. The photo in her pattern book thing looks really pretty. She's making it out of lavender. Should look really nice.
Beth went shopping yesterday and got a bunch of clothes that look very similar to the stuff girls in my [old] class wear. They (the clothes) don't look particularly bad on her, but something that looks good on Livy (tall and skinny) doesn't necessarily look that great on Beth (on the shorter, less skinny side). Beth didn't appreciate me pointing out that the stuff didn't look that fabulous. Even though she had just asked for an opinion. She started getting all annoyed and said something about how Mom had just told her the same thing. I was like, ok, so what am I doing wrong? Then she started spazzing about what to wear to one of her friend's parties tonight. I was like, wow. Mood swing. She then insisted I give her my opinion on millions of different things (millions in this case meaning: camis, shoes, lip sticks, and make up in general). She wouldn't understand that I didn't really have an opinion, nor was I interested in giving one so I would probably just end up getting mad at her, which would make her mad at me.
Whatever. I'm just ranting because I have had no normal human contact in a week. Thank goodness I'm leaving. Since Saturday, I have seen no one except my doctor, people who work in restraunts and the bike shop, a couple teachers at my old school, a girl who's in the grade younger than me at my old school, and my family. If I'm not going insane, tell me what's wrong with me (and I count some of my mom's friends as family. They are like family, so they might as well count.). I saw a couple people who work at school a few days ago because my mom had to help out in the store and she suggested I go biking there instead of home, but then I had to wait at school for, like, two hours because she was there longer than she expected. And one of the other woman's daughter's was there too.
I need to see someone I'm not related to and didn't just run into. I'm going insane. I haven't been trapped in my house, exactly, but...you know how sometimes in the summer you could go swimming every day and go for really long walks and stuff, but you still feel trapped and isolated? Yeah, that's how I feel.
Done ranting.
Toodles.
Love Wendy |
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[Jun. 21st, 2006|01:22 am] |
My computer is stupid...I'm trying to make it email a bunch of pictures and it's being incredibly slow...*sigh*
Hmm...ah, yes. Kevin update. Nothing new since Saturday night. Noah's b-day party. He slow danced, with someone else, obviously, I'm not asking him. I'm sorry. I'm just not doing that. Anyway, yes. He danced, something I didn't do. Although he wouldn't have danced if one of the girls who is vaguely friends with him hadn't decided that not enough people were dancing so she was like, ok, you need to dance with me. I'm trying to decide if it's a good or bad sign that this was during the song that I was laughing, almost hysterically, at.
Because I'm a loser, I'm putting the lyrics (the way I memorized them. These are not necessarily the real words) to The Boyfriend, from The Boyfriend here:
Any girl who's reached the age of 17
Or there abouts
Has but one desire in youth
She knows she has reached the stage of
Needing one to care about
Nothing else will really do
Child hood games are left behind
And her heart takes wing
Hoping that it soon will find
Just one thing
We want to have
We've got to have
For it's so dreary not to have
That certain thing called
The boyfriend
We sceme about
And dream about
And we've been known to scream about
That certain thing called
The boyfriend
He is really a necessity
If you want to get on
And we may as well confess it he
Is our "syni qualone"*
We sigh for him
And cry for him
And we would gladly die for him
That certain thing called the boyfriend
We plead to have
We need to have
In fact our four** hearts grieve to have
That certain thing called
The boyfriend
We'd stay for him
And stay for him
We'd even misbehave for him
That certain thing called
The boyfriend
Life without us is quite impossible
And devoid of all charms
No amount of idle gossip will
Keep them out of our arms
Won't do without
Can't do without
Our dreams just won't come true without
That certain thing called
The boyfriend
Won't do without
Can't do without
Our dreams just won't come true without
That certain thing called
The boyfriend
*I really have no idea what this word means, what language it is, or how to spell it. I barely know how to pronounce it.
**Unless my brain is being weird, there are four girls singing this song.
For anyone who's wondering, The Boyfriend is a 1950s musical about a finishing school in France in the 1920s. It's all about a couple of teenage (17 years) girls and their boyfriends. Or their admirers, who they just happen to be totally in love with. One of the girls' dad is a well known billionaire (or millionaire. I forget. All I know is that he has tons of money and most people know it) and he forbids Polly (his daughter) to have a boyfriend because he's afraid that some guy will use poor Polly to get her daddy's money. Polly's friends don't know this, so she creates a guy who is supposedly sending her love letters from Paris. Eventually she meets a guy, falls in love with him, and pretends to be a secretary at the school instead of a student, she believes he's a page boy. In the end, she finds out he is actually some rich people's son who ran away from his collage and he finds out who she really is. And her dad marries (he was a widower) her head mistress, who, it turns out, is his old sweetheart from before he got married. The girls sing this song (or, at least in the beginning of the song, Polly sings to the other girls) when the girls ask Polly about her "beau", they think she has just gotten another letter from him in Paris and are begging to meet him. The Boyfriend was Julie Andrews's Broadway debut when she was in her late teens (like, 19). She starred as Polly and just, in the last year, directed a new production of The Boyfriend, which I saw last September.
Alrighty...in case anyone was wondering, Julia Andrews is my hero. She rocks. I watch Princess Diaries last night and spent the whole time spazzing about what an awesome voice she has. Ok, so I realize that lately her voice has been screwed up, but it's still incredible. And I spaz worse during the Sound of Music.
Oh, and, ok, so everyone recognizes Julia Andrews's voice, right? Well, I have the original Broadway cast recording of The Boyfriend and whenever I listen to it, I compare it, Mary Poppins, the Sound of Music, Camelot and Princess Diaries, and her voice is pretty much the same in all of them. I mean, yeah, as she got older her voice started getting messed up, but for the most part...
Ok. Off to bed.
Love Wendy |
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[Jun. 16th, 2006|10:22 am] |
Dum diddy dum dum...still bored here!!! I just read the most recent Princess Diaries book, Sweet Sixteen Princess or something. I forget what it's called. It's highly amusing but I think she's insane. Hello. She almost goes on My Super Sweet Sixteen!!! I realize that everyone on the show is a spoiled brat, and usually a TOTAL dumb blond, you know, crying when they get a Mercedes instead of some other expensive car or the WRONG Mercedes, but still! If someone is offering to spend that much money on you, especially since it's not like the party wasn't going to be a total blast, you should take it!!!
*sigh* Still completely bored. Yesterday, my sister got very annoyed with me when I told her about how I was so bored I not only read multiple books and spent hours on iTunes and my cell phone, but also the whole, door opening all the way in bedroom thing. She didn't appreciate it. She was all, I took a bio test today and you're complaining about being bored!!! She totally hates me for my nothing to do ness...
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[Jun. 15th, 2006|09:29 pm] |
My brothers just realized that Greenday songs tend to be inappropriate in some form. Aka, my mom doesn't want my brothers hearing them. Teddy didn't realize there were any swears in Boulivard of Broken Dreams. This whole conversation started because Teddy had to put all the Snow White songs on my iPod while I was in VA and he was going on a couple day long trip to the Cape with his school. They were allowed to bring CD players and iPods, no cell phones, but he thinks he curses CD players so I let him use my iPod since it wasn't like I was going to. Anyway, he apparently listened to stuff other than Snow White and I guess he and one of his friends counted how many times Gwen Stefani says sh** in Hollaback Girl. More than 50, apparently. Then my brothers wanted to hear the song I had with the most swears in it. I would just like to point out that I have FOUR HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT songs. Less than 30 of them have swears. The boys were making it look like I was some rebel-y type who swears 24/7 and does nothing her parents say. For the record, my dad listened to about half this conversation and shrugged when Teddy told him about Hollaback Girl.
Oh my...none of this would have happened, not that it matters, if I hadn't been incredibly bored. In the last three days I have made, like, 6 CD-mixy-things, read two and a half books. A total of three friendship bracelets, two of which I undid because the tension was messed up, AND started to clean my room, which is now much better than it used to be. Aka, my door opens. Not to mention spending countless hours listening to said CDs and playing Tetris on my cell phone like the addicted freak I am.
I need a life. And I need one now. And I just realized that Olivia's in Montana. Or somewhere like that. I forget. Anyway, I was hoping to drag her to the pool tomorrow when my mom drags me. Oh well. At least if I go with my mom I have both a chance of seeing a *certain someone* AND I could probably get away with hanging out with the someone because there is no way I'm swimming with my brothers. Excuse me, that is what I do on the Cape. Not at the pool when there are people I know who AREN'T more than a year away from me in school (aka no adults, little kids, little brothers, life guards, older sisters are ok-sometimes, but it doesn't matter because she's still in school). Hmmm...actually, there's more of a chance that I'll see one of the other guys in my class. And it would seem less weird for me to hang out with him, plus, if I do that I can get another opinion on my chances with Kevin. Except this guy is going to say I have no chance, no matter what. Even if he knew that Sophie, Olivia and Katie all think I do...
ah well...don't you love how no matter what I'm talking about I can always get back to the same subject? I can do that with anything: get from anywhere, to anything. What all my conversations end up being about changes almost daily. Whatever I'm obsessing over. I'm trying to decide if it's good or bad...
Off to go watch TV-prolly Nick @ Nite, are me and Beth total freaks? yes...I know-with my sister.
Much lurvyness,
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[Jun. 15th, 2006|02:34 pm] |
I have decided that there are going to be some very lucky girls some day. Not only is my brother very sweet, but he's not going to be bad looking once he stops looking like a little kid. And in the more some day-ish someday, some girl is going to be even more lucky: he likes to clean.
Ok, so I'm assuming a lot. Like, say, that he is going to stay fairly fit and incredibly skinny (but not bony. Just a bit on the gangly side. Although, considering a lot of people I know, he'll grow out of the gangly-ness). And that he will keep liking to clean. I mean, pink used to be his favorite color. Now it's red, because he has to do everything Teddy does...
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[Jun. 14th, 2006|09:27 pm] |
My computer is going to die a very long, painful, and drawn out death. It is stupid. No matter what, I always have to restart the stupid thing to get the stuff onto the iPod. I can do stuff on iTunes, although it takes a while to load, but it won't transfer unless I restart the whole machine. I am going to murder the stupid thing. The computer, not the iPod.
On a happier note, guess who I saw today! Most of the people in my (ahem. Who were in my ;)) class who have little siblings. Aka annual "last day of school" picnic. So, Maggie and I walked around the entire soccer field and remembered various memories that happened at each location. And, yes, I did see him. It made my day. Ahhhh...and they gave us ice cream sandwiches. They were good.
Oh, did I say that Kevin lives close enough to me that we go to the same pool/health club-y place? ;) Except he might not actually go there any more since the town built a pool closer to where he lives. But I don't think the new one is a health club. I think it's just a pool. Anyway, I ran into him and another boy in my graduated class a couple times last summer and the summer before last at the pool.
Laddy dah. I had a good day. I slept late and then went to a picnic and saw a bunch of teachers who are all the kind of teacher who are really horrible teachers and you hate them, but they are really nice people and you love as soon as they stop teaching. Aka, I saw a bunch of adults who are all, oh! Wendy! How is your summer going? It's so quiet up stairs with out you guys! We miss you! And are all nice and I'm just like, hello! You didn't love me this much last week!
Ok. I think maybe I should go sleep. Hmmm...
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[Jun. 12th, 2006|02:53 pm] |
CC is...well...bigger than I'm used to and smaller than I expected. As in, I expected a bigger contrast between that and my old school. But it is good. I knew a grand total of four of the people I saw, not counting Beth. One from Hebrew school, all the rest from regular school. One girl was in my class for a few years but then went to public and because of birthdays and stuff skipped a grade and the other two were in Beth's class. Oh, sorry, five people (plus Beth). Another girl I went to Hebrew school with (or, really, saw in Hebrew school. I never actually had classes with her or Avi) is also one of the guys in my (old) class's cousins. She's in Beth's French class. Beth kept getting confused at our play and graduation and all, like, what are you doing here? And they'd be all, my sister, my cousin...
Anyway...Beth's history teacher jumps around like Tiger while he teaches. It's really funny. And he made one of the girls call his "phone" (in reality, a stapler) to make an appointment to get help at E block tomorrow. He pretended to be his own secretary and then "came to the phone" and was all, hello! How are you? It was funny. Then he said he was putting on a show for "Beth's Little Sister" (it's been a while since I was called that...), although he wasn't, really. The entire class was laughing hysterically. And I wasn't actually laughing that hard...I mean, I was laughing, but not like it was just the funniest thing I'd seen in a dogs age or whatever. And do not ask me where that came from. I don't know.
Is it good or bad if the only reason I couldn't do Beth's geometry is that we did geometry last January? She's in CP1. I'm going into Honors (she didn't do so great in algebra two years ago, so she took it again last year). Ah well...her teacher laughed at me...
Hmmm...I can't think of anything else. I'm sure I'll come up with more later but...all Beth's friends hate me because I'm out of school. Actually, as far as I can tell, EVERYONE hates me because I'm out of school. Except for other people who are out of school...
Whatever.
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[Jun. 11th, 2006|07:22 pm] |
I just went swimming. It was fun. I biked to the pool with Harry and then we swam.
I like Orlando Bloom. Or at least the characters he plays. Will Turner rocks. Laugh if you want, but it's true. I think I will watch the Fellowship later. That will make me happy.
Lara and I are discussing how people act relative to their ages. Everyone seems to act in the extremes. Like, people are either incredibly mature or anything but. It's actually very amusing.
Lara is now talking about ripping ribbons into confetti for birthday presents. Oh my.
And something about pigs and gogs. And going somewhere.
I have an interesting life. Very interesting. Oh, and Sophie promised that we would get me a hot boyfriend next year (although not necessarily the one we are planning).
Much love,
Wendy |
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[Jun. 11th, 2006|11:16 am] |
I am officially free. No, I did not cry, but I came pretty close.
So, after spending basically the whole time I was standing there singing thinking, "omg, I just messed the whole song up. I'm basically making up the weird parts that sound bad with only half the harmonies and I bet it shows", almost everyone, both people who knew me (like, parents) and people who didn't (like, people's random relatives), were all, "oh, that was such a beautiful song! You have such a beautiful voice!" I am not kidding. Someone told me I have a "beautiful voice". I was like, hello, I messed up. Well, I think I did.
Danika came. It made me happy.
Last night was fun. One of the boys hosted a graduation party for 25 FAMILIES. I don't know who would do that, but all the kids were there, with parents and siblings and out of town relatives. And let me point at that we are the most (as the teachers who made speeches in the last few days and tried to make this sound complimentary) energetic and enthusiastic (these are the best ways teachers came up with to say "loud" and "talkative") class the school has ever had. And multiple teachers have told us that. So, keeping that in mind, you will probably understand why Isaac's parents are so insane. Needless to say, there were quite a few wine and beer bottles (most of the wine bottles I saw were empty) sitting with the beverages. We all decided that our parents probably needed and deserved the alcohol. We then laughed when we realized that we could probably get really drunk without too much hassle. We then went on screaming as we jumped in the pool (which was INCREDIBLY cold) and ignored our parents drinks.
And RENT ROCKS!!!! Omg. It was awesome. Karlo and his parents and his dad's friend and I had a long discussion about which cast was best, the original Broadway cast, the movie, or this one. I actually don't remember which we decided on, I forget if it was the movie or the original. Not that it makes much difference (there are two actors who are different in the movie and the original. Mimi and someone else, either Angel or Joanne, I forget which), but...the point is, it doesn't matter. Anytime when I say that the movie was better than this, it's not saying this is bad, it's saying how good the movie is. And Beth still wants to see it. Maybe I'll take Beth to see it...I wouldn't mind seeing it again...hehe...MUWAHAHAHAHA!!
I'm visiting CC tomorrow, shadowing Beth. She is incredibly excited about this. I have no idea what to expect. I'm just hoping that I will run into Olivia (who will be there taking a math placement test or something).
Ok. That's about it. I have nothing to do today, so there will probably be more later but, that's it for now.
Love ya's,
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[Jun. 9th, 2006|07:06 pm] |
I'm going to see Rent with Karlo and his dad and mom and his dad's friend. How special is that?!?!?! I'm happy. I was kind of worried that I wouldn't get to go at all but I'M GOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In, like, an hour or something. I just started singing Hallelujah. I'm way too happy about this.
I got out of school today. Graduation tomorrow. Everyone will laugh at me, but I'm happy 'cause my dress rocks. Rocks meaning, in this case, looks REALLY GOOD on me. Which is weird because it's Beth's graduation dress...ah well. I was too lazy to go out and buy one.
I almost cried during the Rose Ceremony today. Most of the moms cried, a couple girls did, all of us at least came REALLY CLOSE. Like me. cIF you want to know what the Rose Ceremony is, I'll explain some other time. I'm too lazy.
Laddy dah. I'm happy. And free. And GOING TO SEE RENT!!!!!! *starts singing really badly and chanting "I'm going to Rent, I'm going to Rent!"*
My English teacher wants me to write a novel like those essays I wrote last spring. Some of you might have heard about them but they were based on me. Sort of. They were all stories that were totally real but I took some liberties. Like really big ones.
Karlo and I just watched Rumor Has It. This is making him wonder what would happen if my novel was made into a movie. He's trying to think of who would play who. We are discussing who Orlando Bloom should play. And Keira Knightley should play me, apparently. He was like, it would be like Pirates of the Carribean all over again! I was like, wow. I can just make us all move to the Bahamas in the book. Not. I'm not doing that.
Karlo is obsessive. The weird thing is, I had a dream that it was made into a musical a few days ago. Don't even ask about actors...
Karlo is also describing my every move over the phone to Lara. Wow.
Must be off to see RENT!!!!!!!!!!!! I will possibly post when I get home.
Much love from a HYPER AND HAPPY WENDYYYYYYYYYYYYYY |
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[Jun. 6th, 2006|04:48 pm] |
That was fun!!! I'm very glad I decided I was ok to go to school today. It was so worth it. First we did nothing for the first two hours except practice this weird thing (that was 15 minutes, max) that we are performing for all the parents on Thursday night at our Arts Evening. Other than that we just made little flowers out of tissue paper for the subject teachers. Than we had chorus and German. Chorus was vaguely not "we might as well finish now because we're about to be done anyway" but only because my teacher made us go over the stuff we're singing in the Arts Evening 20 billion times. In German we did nothing except one person did an oral report and everyone spent a while on their cell phones (with permission) trying to get their parents to come and drive so we could get enough seats to go to a Viennese pastry shop. We eventually got enough so we left right after lunch. We then spent the entire after noon at the place. And they showed us how to make all these random pastries and stuff and it was SO GOOD. So so good. Incredibly good. And then they said they wanted it all out of the shop. As in, we either had to eat it or bring it home. It made me happy. They kept telling us that we had to get our cakes there when we got married. I have now decided that whoever I marry will have to just live if they don't like this place. I am getting my cake there, no matter what. Although after watching the guys in my class devouring everything (led by a certain someone, actually), my current plans could work out very nicely and I won't have to worry too much...
I'm happy. 3 days and then graduation. After Friday, all I have to deal with is singing at graduation and then I'm FREE!!!!!! Of course, if I'm not confident that I'm feeling completely 100% healthy I'm not going to sing at graduation, but still. See, originally, Katie and I were singing Seasons of Love and Karlo was playing piano. 5 or so people later and I'm doing a solo. *sigh* I have some issues with the harmony and it sounds really screwy when I sing it solo. I tried to explain this to Karlo and he's like, well, let's just see how it sounds. I'm like fine. Ok, so we figured it out, but whatever. I've decided that I'll do it, but if I'm anything less than perfect on Saturday, we aren't performing it. I have performed sick before (how about my Bat Mitzvah? Ugh...) and let's just say it was not particularly fun. If I can get out of performing sick again, I will. But I was mostly ok today, so Ifigure I'll be fine by Saturday.
I'm getting sandle-ish type things for graduation either tomorrow or Thursday. Yay! My mom keeps obsessing about how we should get me tan T strap charactor shoes and I'm like, no no no! I want sandles! But if we can't find anything good we will get charactor shoes. So now I'm getting prettyful sandles. I vaguely know what I'm looking for, but my mom has no clue. I tried explaining by telling her I want something similar to Beth's Lola shoes (she got these cool high heeled sandles for the "Lola, the Living Doll", which is basically the equivelent of a Barbie, scene in her musical a couple years ago) but my mom wasn't so thrilled by that idea.
Ok. I better go. My mom is dragging me to help first grade parents sew first grade books together (really long story. Don't ask.) but she has some kind of meeting before that so I have to leave two hours early just so I can go to the second one...
Love Wendy |
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[Jun. 5th, 2006|08:46 pm] |
I am conscious. Isn't it incredible? I fell asleep a little after 9 on Saturday night. At about 6 yesterday morning, Beth woke up because I was wimpering. After an hour or so, my parents figured out that, no, I don't have appendicitus or whatever it is that Madeleine has (you know, "in the middle of night, Ms. Whateverhernameis turned on the light. 'Something is not right'."). I then went back to sleep. At 2 I woke up for long enough to tell my dad I would really like some popsickles. I woke up again at 5:30 ish and stayed awake until I went to bed a little after 9. I woke up at 6 this morning for long enough to roll over and tell my dad that there was no way I was going to sleep. I slept for another 3 hours and now have been awake all day. I find that kind of...something...I don't know what.
It was kind of funny. My mom likes to monitor my web access and all that stuff, as in, she insists on reading my email and all. So she just figured out that I got a LJ and a xanga. She started ranting about how she doesn't mind, she just wishes I had asked, an adult (aka her or my aunt or some other grown up we both approve of, like my aunt...) has to monitor it to make sure I don't do anything too bad...then she said Beth could get a MySpace. Beth is very excited about this.
The bad part about this is she figured out who Kevin is (and for everyone who is insisting on calling him Tom, NO NO NO! Bad name! It's Kevin!!! See, I came up with a name for him, then I decided it was a bad name, but I knew someone with the first name of what I'm not using and a middle name Kevin. Ok? Yes. Good.). Ok, so it won't take very much ranting for me to make it very clear to anyone who knows my class at all to figure it out, and my mom knows me and my class well enough that it would take NOTHING, but still...then she was all, I could just find out who you danced with and who the tallest guy in your class is, but I was like, I danced with all the guys because of the way the thing was choriographed and he isn't actually the tallest, that's just me ranting...
Anyway...my mom thinks Baby Blues is completely hilarious...although it kind of is...she just made me read on that has Zoe screaming all this stuff about how she bets all this stuff and how they are just going to send her to her room and bladdy blah and that she bets they are really enjoying this and Daryl looks at Wanda and goes, "that's one bet she's going to lose". And my mom looks at me and goes, "and that's the story of every house hold". I'm thinking it's bad that I think that's funny because she is totally going to quote me on that the next time we get into a fight...
Oh yeah, yesterday, my sister was being all nice and kept asking if I wanted to rent anything and as I was lying there being all delirious I was staring at my Rent poster. I said, "Rent". She went, "You want to rent Rent?" I nod. She goes, "I love saying that." I say, "I want you to see it and I want to see that there are people sicker than me" (I thought I was dying BTW) "and I want to see that there are people worse off then me". She was like, "are you going through some sort of midlife crisis?" I went, "no, I just think I'm dying."
But I think that was because I was delirious. This conversation was about 10 minutes after I started crying when I realized I probably wasn't going to school for my LAST EVER MONDAY MORNING ASSEMBLY. Seriously. I have had these stupids things every week for as long as I can remember and today was my last one. And I didn't go. In honor of that, please forgive me for putting the verse that we say at the beginning of the assembly in here:
This morning's light
Finds us here together
About to begin again
A time of working, playing, and learning
We pause to give our thanks
To you, living spirit
For the gift of our live
We ask that in the coming days
We may be given the chance to know honor and respect
For ourselves and each other
For the world and all creation
In loving friendships
In peaceful harmonies
In difficult questions
May our souls be true
Oh my...I just spent a long time trying to remember the stupid thing. How did I do that? I say it every week for more than half my life and but when I go to type it out, poof! I can't remember it.
Shoot. Now I want to cry again. Gah. I'm pathetic, delirious and sick. Next thing you know I'll be singing the lullaby my dad used to sing to me and sobbing into his shoulder...which reminds me...sleepy...
I'm going for my sleepy time now...maybe I will get better over night and will be at school tomorrow. Actually, I probably will be at school. But not because I'm healthy, only because my mom wants me out of the house. *sigh*
My mom did sympathize on the whole spiders and lightning position thing, though...whatever...mothers are weird...she's acting the same way about this that she did the first time I stayed on the phone with Lara all night *starts laughing hysterically remembering the conversation*...
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[Jun. 3rd, 2006|08:11 pm] |
I feel like ranting about my trip. And complaining. Ok, so, you know how you are supposed to get out of the water when there's thunder and lightning? Well, on Thursday, we were kayaking and we heard thunder. For reasons that I do not understand (something about echoes), it was far enough away that we couldn't see it and we could only hear it, so the councilors decided that, since we were almost (as in, could almost SEE it) at the place where we were going to take the kayaks out of the water, we would just rush and get back to the take out spot. So we go rushing down New River (which is a river in Virginia). After about five minutes, the lightning is about 17 seconds away from the thunder (that's between 3 and 4 miles away). At 15 seconds (3 miles) they are supposed to make us go into "lightning position". So we go raising to the shore and end up in lightning position on this incredibly rocky beach, with tons of trees all around and TONS AND TONS of spiders *shivers*. Let me explain what lightning position is. Lightning position is to protect you from lightning coming through the earth. If you are in "active", it means there is more of a chance of it coming through the earth than if you are in "resting". When you are in active, you squat with just your toes on the ground (minimal amount of you touching the ground) and your heels together. Then you clasp your hands together and put your elbows on your knees. This means that there are quite a few ways that lightning could enter your body from the ground and get out with out crossing your chest. Resting is basically the same thing except that your butt is on the ground too. Let me just say that active is not comfortable. We spent 45 minutes on that beach, mostly in active. When we were dying from our feet going numb, they let us go into resting, but the lightning was getting closer. As in, there were times when it was less than 2 seconds (1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi) between thunder and lightning. On top of this, we had just gotten out of kayaks. We were soaked. All the girls were wearing bikinis and shorts, the guys were wearing Tshirts and bathing suits. We all had life jackets and kayak skirts. And there were stupid spiders all over the place. Crawling all over us.
Eventually, the lightning got back up to about 16 seconds and we made a run for it. They told us to paddle like we'd never paddled before. It was freaky. I was like, oh my g0d, I'm paddling for my life!!! Then, of course, no matter what I did I couldn't get going fast at all. One of the instructors hooked my kayak to the back of his life jacket and towed me. I love Truc (pronounced True. Vietnamese). He rocks. And he's good at EVERYTHING. Which, of course, is why he works there, but whatever.
More on Kevin: because of where I ended up sitting on the train last night and this morning, I kind of had to stare at him all night. I was sitting on the aisle facing backwards in one of those four seats facing each other things, he was facing the other way on the aisle on the other side about two rows back. I kept making eye contact by accident and having to find something to do, which was difficult because Karlo and Olivia were laughing hysterically over Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging which is a really weird book that most of the girls in my class have been reading. Why Karlo was reading it is beyond me. Anyway, I was really bored so I ended up sitting on the floor in the aisle in between his (Kevin, not Karlo) seat and Olivia B's. It was fun 'cause Katie kept laughing at me and I was like, but I'm bored and Olivia was all, it's ok! Just be yourself! That was awesome. Olivia honestly thinks I have a chance. Anyway, so then I was like, well, right now, "myself" is bored, so that's ok. I love both Olivias. They boost self esteem really well.
Ok. Done ranting.
Love Wendy |
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