On Highs and (the lack of) Procrastination

I never have liked attending Catholic mass. I love going to church, don't get me wrong, but the masses that we have at school are long, hot (or freezing, depending on whether the school deems it necessary to put the AC on in the gym), and boring. The only reason I have liked going to mass in High school is becuase I'm part of the choir.



Today we had an all school mass and it rocked. I never thought I would said it, but the choir sounded fantastic. We had wonderful music. The adrenaline that pumped through me when I was singing was such that I was on this incredible high for the rest of today. It makes me happy in so many ways. And what made it better was that we all had individual mics. So when the people heard me, they heard me loud and clear.

(Yay!!)

Okay, I have something I am proud of to show yall.

Look at all of that NOT PROCRASTINATING. See? Study notes. I can do it. (At 10:30pm). (Sorry the picture is dark. You get the point. Lookit at all those notes! It sums up the last 3 weeks of my class for my test tomorrow.)

And now, because I feel like it, a MYSTERY KNITTING OBJECT... OooOoOOooh... What is it?

I changed my mind

Today, I like Atonement. It took those 80 pages to get into it, but all of a sudden, THINGS ARE HAPPENING. Like, real stuff and not all description.

It's still moving at snail's pace, and there's still no dialogue, but it's at least interesting now. I kept on thinking about reading it while I was in Dance today, at which point I realized that I actually liked the book.

Anyway, moving on.

Today was my Wednesday night babysitting gig. (Yall should be used to this by now!) I went and I played with the kids and then one of the girls, who is a MONKEY, started climbing up me and Brandy. Separately, of course, but she would alternate between the two of us, saying "Give me a piggyback ride!" and when me and Brandy (Ahem. Brandy and I.) got sick of it, Brandy said, "You know, our best bet is just to lie down and play dead. It works on bears!" So we did. And then, simultaneously, all five children jump onto Brandy and me. They all weigh like 50 lbs so it's practially like air, anyway. So we're just lying there and the Monkey-girl starts to hit my back, like massagers do. And she said "Miss Stefanie," (which I find adorable. Miss Stefanie... tee hee) "Do you want a massage?" And I said "Sure!" And so apparently this started a trend. Soon all four adults were on the ground while our little worker minions - oh, I mean, babysitting charges - gave us massages.

It was wonderful.

They're actually pretty good. Most of the time they hit too hard, but other than that, it was wonderful.

And my thought the entire time?

"I'm getting paid for this?!"

It's early

It's early and I can barely focus on light.

Mom just nudged me awake. Granted, I was supposed to be awake about 15 minutes ago, but that's not important.

She handed me a letter...

I got into Austin College! With a scholarship!! Of $8500!! Hooplah!!

Anyway. I need to go stick my head in the shower or something to wake up. I just had to blog about this.

Taking a break! So sue me.

I'm such a bad procrastinator.

People see me as The Older Sister, who is Smart and who Sets The Bar.

Sure, I set the bar. Most of the time I can't even reach the bar, let alone raise it. And I know this sounds all Older-Child angsty, but come on. We have to rough it out, as the older sibling. We go through everything first, and we have to be a role model to anyone who has the luck to follow us. (good luck, bad luck. Beats me.)

Anyway, standards. Procrastination. Oh yeah.

In English class we're doing an interesting project. My teacher gave us a long list of British literature which spans the Romantic period all the way up to last year. This list consists of about 250-300 books. We all selected 5 books which we would be interested in reading, researching, and writing a paper on. Based on which books we chose, the teacher put us into groups of 2 or 3 people to discuss the book.

I just so happen to be reading Atonement, by Ian McEwan.

No, I haven't seen the movie. Which turns out to be a pretty good move on my part. Because I have a feeling it would have ruined a lot. So when I do see the movie, I hope it is as good as the book.

Anyway, I'm a procrastinator. We are independently supposed to read 1/5 of the book every week. This turns out to be about 70 pages for this particular version of the book. (It has the actors from the movie that's out in theaters right now... Keira Knightly and Whatshisface... He played Tumnus in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe...)

So I mean, I'm a senior. We aren't being quizzed on this every week. I'm reading a significantly more fluffy and easy read right now (All American Girl by Meg Cabot. See what I mean by fluff? It's so easy to read. Plus, I mean, Meg Cabot. Not exactly difficult. She also wrote the Princess Diaries, which I read a few, but after a while they got kinda dull and repetitive.) So what do I do? I put it off, I put if off, I put it off. Which means that I am a smidge behind on reading and I now have to read 2/5 of the book tonight. I've read about 80 pages right now, which is 60 short of my goal.

I like the book. I do. (I swear, stop looking at me like that) but it's not exactly the most drawing story and the most interesting writing style for my particular preference. I mean, Kudos to McEwan and all for being all successful and Kudos to him for sticking with his dream, even though people probably stood in his way of his dream but come on.

Has the man ever heard of dialogue?

You know, it's the action. It's the driving force of literature? No? Not ringing a bell? Well I'll be darned. The man hasn't heard of dialogue.

Seriously. I've gone about 20 pages without so much as seeing a quotation mark. I've never realized how much I love dialogue until now. I do. I thrive on the moving force of dialogue. It's wondrous. It's easy (for me) because I apparently have a natural talent of conveying a story through speech. With description I need some help. I think I'm a little ADD when it comes to descriptive writing.

Anyway, I have to get back to reading that book. I'll keep yall posted.

A bit of sock knitting

Very quickly I am realizing the benefits of sock knitting:

1) They take like no time at all.

2) There is a sense of pride that comes with turning the heel that I associate with (bear with me) potty training. No matter how many times you do it, it's always "LOOK WHAT I DID! BE PROUD OF ME BECAUSE IT'S AMAZING!"

3) They are just so pretty! Especially the self-patterning variety. Just lovely.

4) Socks are always in season.

5) They always shock people. "Oh what are you knitting?" "A sock!" "Oh?"

Yeah, that's all I can think of.

LOOK WHAT I DID! BE PROUD OF MEEEEEEE!!

And look what I'm doing! Aren't the colors lovely??

Um... Help?

So. Y'all have met my yarn drawer, right? A smidge bit overflowing... Some extra yarn to help keep my yarnly obsession to have more of what I want to buy. Enough to make me one very happy knitter. There is some nice scarf yarn in there, some lovely sock yarn, and a bit of nice sock yarn (the sock yarn is growing very quickly...)



Meet Mom's Friend's Daughter's and Her Friend's stash (Let play with Acronyms! MFDaHF's Stash)



One Nordstrom's (the bag size to fit like 4 shoe boxes in... being very crafty with space.)


This has a lot of Scarf and Hat yarn. Nothing else, really. Can't make socks, unless they're really fuzzy and you want to slide all over the place. But this is a significant amount of yarn that I don't know what to do with in any way, shape or form. So it's been sitting in front of my closet for the day when I go, "I want a yellow, blue, pink, and purple scarf!"


Drawer Stash, and MFDaHF's Stash, meet Aunt's Neighbor's Stash (AN's Stash, for future reference...) This is the largest amount of wool that I've ever come across. Wool out the wazoo. So much wool that I don't know what to do with it.



Because I don't even want to contemplate a scarf for about six more months (still recovering from christmas knitting...) I think I'll make something like the Yarn Harlot's Unoriginal Hat. That should be good. I'm thinking white or something.


And now for something completely different.


Best buy ever.


$13 with my employee discount. From $89. At (where else?) Macy's!

The sky? Oh, wasn't it that big blue thing?

I can't remember.

Was the sky blue?

Hmm...

I feel like this phenomenon has gone on long enough for me to mention it.

Fog.

SO MUCH OF IT.

It's to the point where us Texans have gone back to the way we usually drive (terribly) without having to freaking out about weather. Because basically, as soon as it rains, is foggy, or it sleets, we all freak out, forget all driving lessns we have ever attended, and drive like maniacs. Ooh, and when it ices (Not snows.) all of our community goes to a standstill. "THE ROADS ARE ICED. EVERYBODY STOP!"

And I mean lookk at my car. All alone. Outside. In the cold, wet, dreary, England-esque weather. (It's my week to park outside. My brother gets the garage this week. -Sigh.- Doesn't she look lonely and cold?

Fog, I'm willing to make a deal with you. Bring some sleet, freeze the roads over for a day or two, and we'll call it even.

Culture Shock?

It has come to my attention that I am irreversibly multi-culture...ed.

I offered to make dinner tonight for the people of my household, and I asked mom what she wanted, and she said "surprise me". So I walked around the kitchen, opened the fridge a few times (did you know that opening and closing it does not make more things appear in it? This is a shocking new revelation to me.), and finally remembered something that my dad used to make me for breakfast sometimes.

Soldiers.

No, not the buff, army kind. (In any case, army soldiers tend to not like being cooked and run away. Or fight back... since they're in the army, and all.)

The soft boiled egg and toast kind.

For any of you who don't know what soldiers are, it's basically a soft boiled egg (an egg with the yolk not solid, but still runny) and toast cut up into long strips. Then you dunk the toast sticks into the yolk, and there you have it. Insta-yummy.

So while I was boiling the eggs and toasting the toast, Duncan came home from lacrosse practice. And I said "I'm making soldiers!" and he said "Great!"

Mom came home about 40 minutes later, and I said, "I made soldiers!" and she smiled and graciously said, "Yum." And then as I sat her down at the kitchen table, she admitted that she'd never eaten soldiers before. So I, in shock, told her what to do.

This was when I started to catch on to the fact that Americans don't eat soldiers.

And then Kerry-Lynn came home and I said, "There are some soldiers for you!" and she said "Yay!" and sat right down with us to munch.

Basically, that's the end of the story.

But I, half breed that I am, have lived my 18 years thinking that soft boiled eggs were commonplace. Isn't it logical? You boil eggs for 4 minutes or so and get a soft boiled egg, and then a few minutes more if you decide you would like something a little bit different? It's what I, the result of both British and American cultures, have grown up with.

In any case, I'm going to go around school tomorrow and ask my friends if they've ever even heard of soft boiling an egg.

Everything is back to normal

At the beginning of the school year, I found out that the lady who is the music director for our school musicals was going to be the choir teacher, and that we would have rehearsal every Wednesday after school for the Thursday morning mass. There were 5 or so of us who showed up regularly to sing and have a good time, but then the lady went on maternity leave.

Which made us sad. ( :( )

So the school got an interim choir lady (Choir lady 2.0... I don't really want to mention names.) who was really sweet, but completely ADD. She would thrust songs that none of us had ever heard on us the day before mass and expect us to know them by the next morning. Most of the time, she gave us lyrics and expected us to memorize the song by ear. This did not go down well. So steadily it trickled down so that only 2 people would show up for mass. I actually had a valid excuse for not showing up: I was either sick or allergies would be terrible, and I don't want to damage my voice. Because I know how that feels. Anyway, this choir lady 2.0 was not our favorite.

But the original choir lady came back today! We had a good time singing (with real music) and then we stood outside and chatted for a while. Like... 45 minutes a while. I drove to my wednesday night babysitting gig feeling happy and complete. Even though my voice is terribly out of shape.

(Yes, voices are like any other part of your body. You can strain it, overuse it, and if you don't train it and use it enough, it will go out of shape. And I'm not talking about just talking a lot as use of your voice.)

Anyway, I had a good time. There's not much else to say about it, other than the general feeling of Happy. I'm going to miss this choir lady when I graduate.

In 129 days.

Wilt thou listen if I do speak to thee?

Um wow.

I competed today in that Shakespearean competition. Remember that I won the school competition?

Not so much for this one.

I was 7th out of 10 people who were there for the competition and wow. These people were serious about their acting. They were all "I plan to major in Theatre" and "I used this monologue to audition for my college theater program." And I'm sitting in the corner meekly saying, "Um... I do theater on the side?"

These guys were good. Really good. Blow me out of my seat good. I can't believe how nice they were, too. Usually there is all sorts of snobbery going on at these things, but everyone came up and chatted with me and were plenty cheerful.

So the competition:

My monologue = fabulous. Great. Best I've performed it.

My sonnet = tanked. Completely froze up and couldn't remember a thing. Ended up just walking off the stage.

The last guy to perform did exactly the same thing. Went all out on the monologue (he looked like he was genuinely crying) but froze up when it was time to do the sonnet. I don't know. With the lights and the audience and the everything, I completely forgot what I was doing.

In any case, I didn't go there expecting to win, just to do my best, and, with the exception of the sonnet, I got what I wanted.

10 things about today

Let's see. Ten things about today. The easy way out of writing a full length blog, but still getting the information out there!

(In case you hadn't noticed, it's late and I'm tired. I seem to make a habit out of blogging really late at night.)

1. I was the lay assistant at church this morning. It was fun! I got to stand up at the altar with the pastors at my church and cantor, read prayer intentions, read the lessons, AND distribute communion. I rock!

2. I think I'm quickly becoming addicted to sock-knitting. I keep thinking... "I have this great idea for...!" and then going, "No. I still have another sock to finish first.

3. Speaking of another sock, LOOKIT!

4. I hate Apple. I downloaded the new version of iTunes and it keeps freezing. I called Apple today and went through all the annoying automated stuff and they directed me to the most unhelpful person I've ever spoken to in my LIFE. He was all "Can I have the serial number on your iPod?" and I said "It's my iTunes that is disfunctional.My iPod is fine." And he said "Well go to this website." and I did and it DIDN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION. HATE. Fumes are coming out of my EARS.

5. I just started humming "Always look on the bright side of life". Do I need help?

6. I started learning the second half of one of the most difficult (piano) songs I've learned in my life. I can play the left and right hands separately, but when you put them together, mush happens. Grrrrrrr. Just because I bought a guitar doesn't mean Piano doesn't challenge me anymore.

7. I went to work for the first time in two weeks. It was fun! It was also only a 4 hour shift (hooplah!) and I sold like twice the amount of stuff that was my daily goal. They have a sheet at every register and it said that I was supposed to meet $600, but I ended up selling like $1200 worth of stuff. It was fabulous, of course.

8. ...I put my sock on and I don't want to take it off... Hehe.

9. I miss my friend. She doesn't call me because she's too busy with her boyfriend now and that's causing all sorts of inner jealously-turmoil in my mind. I want her to come over so we can just hang out and sleep in till noon and watch movies together. Plus, isn't it dumb to get a boyfriend second semester of your senior year? You'll just break up when you go to college anyway.

10. I ordered yarn online last wednesday and I want the UPS guy to bring it. Now.

OH MY GOD it's a sock. With a foot and everything.

Seriously. Take a look.

(Sorry Barb. I stole your first position photo.)

It's a sock! With a heel and a decreased toe and it's just... beautiful. I all of a sudden have this insane love of socks that is completely inexplicable. It just... is. At this exact moment, I might love the sock more than I love my guitar.



I know. Shocking, isn't it?



But just look at it. It's all... Socky. It even looks like a sock and not an amorphous blob or something.



Ahh...



I'm not sure I want to take it off. But nor do I want to acutally wear it anywhere. It's precious, right? I mean, what if it... breaks?

Well now I have to make another one, don't I?

Problem is...

Problem is, the last few days haven't been very interesting.

I go to school, I diligently apply myself like the Second Semester Senior I am (Psssh...), I go home, I babysit, I do my homework, I practice piano, I pick up my guitar, I go to bed. Nothing terribly interesting there! It's what I do every day. See? Nothing interesting. So I figured I would do something that's going on around YouTube and the internet...

Show and tell!

So. 5 things around my room...

This is my Black Belt (Second degree. See the two stripes?) It's not as impressive that I haven't gone to Tae Kwon Do in two years, but its there and I love it. And I'm proud of it. I did Tae Kwon Do for 10 years. I got this when I was 14.

Can you see how organized I am? This is the bookshelf in my closet. Every once and a while I align them all up but then I don't bother to put them back right so it ends up like this. Hooray!

What you see in this picture is my collection of Harry Potter books on CD. Dorkily enough, I listen to them while I fall asleep. It's that background noise that I need to help me fall asleep. But this does tend to result in me knowing the book from back to front and often word by word. Pictured are the 5th, 6th, and 7th books, but I have the 2nd, 3rd and 4th books on tape. Somewhere. Only God knows where they actually are.

I love dried flowers. This particular bouquet is from The Bard on Broadway I think. (Bard on Broadway was our musical last spring.) I have dried flowers hanging all around my room.

This is the super-cool penguin that Santa put in my stocking this year. He has a cord coming out his butt that connects to an iPod or CD player and he plays music! Can you see that his ear muffs are really speakers? He also doesn't sit up at all without looking depressed. (his head kind of hangs.)

There you go! 5 things around my room. Hope you're substantially entertained.

Music is a powerful thing

Today was great. It really was. I finished placing the newspaper that I was busy salvaging (it was supposed to be our christmas issue, but surprise. It didn't work out.) and I don't have any homework to speak of. So it's been a relaxing, knee-sock-wearing day for me. We had to perform a scene from Macbeth in English class and that went fantastically and I think I'm going to go spend a while outside on my balcony with my guitar.

Oh guitar. How I love thee.

I've been learning some chords and I think there's a good chance that I'll be able to play her for the talent show. I've asked the school music teacher to give me some lessons during lunch once a week and so that is a relief.

She's such a pretty guitar. I'm naming her Nicole. I think she likes that name.

There's something intensely relaxing about playing music. I can't count the number of times I've gone to my piano with a problem and through the keys I've relaxed and forgotten it. I was actually talking abut music and religion with a friend of mine this morning and I realized during this conversation that I tend to treat music like religion. I couldn't explain it, but it's a devotion that needs nurturing and love and soul.

So I'm going to take Nicole outside and play a bit. It's cold but, hey. That's why I knit! (I knew there was a reason...)

Okay, okay, okay. Just another quick post.

Further proof of my nerdiness:

I watched this video and recognized the song in the background. Couldn't remember what it initially was, but I figured I would take a guess. I knew I had it on my computer.

So I guessed Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.

And then I guessed the song Calypso. (the link is the song in video form on YouTube)

AND I WAS SO INCREDIBLY RIGHT. THE FIRST TRY.

(This would be where I inserted my happy dance. )

I don't know why I am so triumphant, but I am.

Babies are Disgusting

Babies are...

1) Adorable
2) Disgusting
3) Cannibalistic
4) Adorable

These things seem to happen in cycles. They're just so cute when they're falling asleep in your arms, with their big eyes closing and the smile on their face. Then they SPIT UP ALL OVER YOU. And then you forgive them (a little bit) because they smile and splutter that adorable little baby laugh and shove their fists into their mouths (hence the cannibalistic tendencies) and you go all gooey and mushy and smile at them as you wipe off the stomach mush and milk that they just barfed all over your shirt.

Aww, how cute. Baby barf.

(Um, NO.)

Can you tell I was babysitting again tonight? Love the money, love the children.... less so on the barf.

Babies are just so adorable! They have big eyes and soft downy hair and I turn to mush and do all those instinctual things when they cry. The Mommy-bounce seems to be programmed into every female. But it's great when it's babysitting for a few hours every week or so. I don't want one until I'm much older. And married. If I had a baby, it would be like one of those Nights and Weekends plans, only I wouldn't want the baby on nights and weekends. Just during the days. Maybe every other day.

Twice a week?

MORE babysitting...and some good news

I'm babysitting right now (again) and I'm having a grand ole' time. (Translation: The kid's four, so his bedtime is eight o'clock!)

I'm happy because I spent most of the money I made on a bra. It's not fancy or lacey, but (SHOCK) it fits. I finally just went into Victoria's Secret and said "I need a bra. This is what I need." and they pointed me in a direction and said "There. Give me $50." And I said "Great." And now The Girls (as they would say on What Not To Wear) look fantastic, if I do say so, myself.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone is on TV right now. Daniel Radcliffe was so little when that movie came out! (I was just as little, but that's beside the point. He's only a few months older than me. Why am I not an internationally famous movie star? I don't know. Same reason why I'm not a mudwrestler or a skydiver, I suppose. Never tried it out.)

(I'm seeing so many inconsistencies between the movie and the book. Am I a dork?)

I have nothing else to say here. Hmm... erhm... LLAMA.

(Oh no... I am a dork!)

Oh yeah, the good news: I've been accepted to TLU!!! Got the letter last night after I got home from babysitting.

Lots of babysitting

I'm babysitting right now. I've been doing a lot of babysitting lately. Tonight was... interesting, to say the least. There's one boy, and then two other ones. They were loud and as difficult as little boys tend to be... but finally things are quiet. I can hear the two older boys whispering, but I've learned that what you do is walk in, threaten to separate, leave alone, and then wait for them to fall asleep. Oh yeah, threatening doesn't work at all but at least they know that there's a chance and they go to sleep at some point.

So as exciting as my babysitting career is, I'm sure there is something else to blog about.

No, not really.

I... um... started to knit another hat. And if I wanted to, I could probably finish it tonight before I leave. I don't know if I will or not. It depends on whether there is anything interesting on YouTube or online.

Speaking of things online, I read another piece of FanFiction that I remember really enjoying when I first got into the whole FFnet scene. (It was right as I was taking finals during seventh grade... so... erhm... 5 or 6 years ago.

Oh my God, 5 or 6 years.

It's a long piece of work, in the Lord of the Rings category, and written by a girl who I believe is 19 now (or so says her profile) and so she was... 14 or 15 when writing this story. I put the whole story (all 62 chapters) on my phone (I have microsoft word on my phone!) and read it all last week.

I kinda realized something.

What I thought was a brilliantly written story with excellent plot twists and a great and original plot, turned out to be only a excellent and original plot. The writing itself kinda sucked. I found errors that the Editor in me cringed at every time. Not to mention that the Elvish that she used wasn't Tolkien's elvish. But to her credit, it was consistent and it was right on the dot.

While I was reading that story I realized how far as a writer and a reader I have come since I started writing. It's a really good feeling. I like it. I might just keep it up.

Anyway, it's time to go check on the boys again and make sure they're going to bed.

5 years old again

This was totally coming to me.

As I blogged about on New Years day, mom finally sat me down and we finished my college applications and sent them off (the "submit" button has never seemed so intimidating). But now that they're gone, I WANT THEM BACK.

I WANT TO KNOW.

TELL ME, DARNIT!!!

I was just in the shower, breathing in the steam and enjoying the respite from asthma problems (Allergies are terrible this week, thus so is my asthma) when I realized how young this whole process is making me feel. Young because I have no idea what I'm doing, young because I have yet to experience anything like living on my own, young because this impatience I'm feeling is driving me insane. Most everything in my life has been instant gratification. (Instant, here, stretches from literally seconds to a week or so.) But waiting for letters to come back is torture. Tell me where I'm accepted so I can think about it for a while.

During mass today it was Senior mass. Father Whoever-it-was was talking about how we have a lot of decisions to make soon that will determine the rest of our lives, and then he asked our class how many people knew where they were going to go to college. 5 people raised their hands. 5 out of 97 of us know. This makes me feel a little better, but most people have had letters come back to them. They at least have options!

And thus, I brought this upon myself. I procrastinated (sort of) longer than most of my peers and I know that, had I turned in my applications earlier, I would have had some sort of response by now.

But that doesn't matter in my mind. In my mind I am feeling small and impatient again. Give me my answers, and give me them NOW.

Addicted? Nonsense.

Um... FYI...

75%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

Go to Ultrasound technician school

I'm going to write a blog later. Maybe. I need to do some homework first.

My new love affair

My Dear Piano,

First off, let me tell you that I love you. Isn't it obvious? I've been a faithful girl for over eleven years, and I've loved you from a distance from several more. Your keys, so sleek and elegant, will forever enchant me to learn new songs and I can't wait start learning a few more songs so that my fingers can flit up and down your keyboard once again.


But I've met someone else. Someone who challenges me like you no longer can. Someone who I've been studying from afar for a while now. I can't help it. I must touch, I must learn, I must experience that rush once more.



But Piano, do not despair! I love you too much to give you up. But for now, I must run with the new wind for a while.


I'll come back to you soon.

Stefanie

Flu... How I hate you.

Okay, so today has been one massive repeat of yesterday. Only I spent today in my marginally more comfortable bed (instead of the couch) and I watched four movies instead of TLC, Discovery Channel, and Disney Channel. Or about an hour of four movies and then would sleep for the remainder of each of those four movies.

I've been taking my temperature semi-regularly (aka when I remember to) and eating normally...ish. I guess yogurt, bananas, and pretzels aren't normal, but it's either that or I cook myself something, and I'd rather not be in that flu-delerium and standing over a hot stove. My temperature was way high this morning and then it dropped to below normal and hasn't gone up to normal last time I checked. When I woke up (five am. Eew.) it was 101.3 (which is, in my book, better than what I went to sleep as: 102.1) and then by 9 am it had gone down to 100.8. Then when I checked at 11 it was down to 97.3, and then last time I checked (about 6 pm) it was 97.8. I'm going to watch an(other) movie now and let my mouth go back to a normal temperature (I just drank gingerale...which is the Cure-all) and then take it again.

I'm a little afraid that I'm going to fall asleep during the movie and wake up to fnd out that my temperature has shot up again. Because that's what happened last night. I fell asleep feeling normal, and I woke up to find that I was at 102.

I haven't had the flu in years. Why do I get it now?

I knew it

I knew that I was getting sick.

I woke up this morning at the ungodly hour of 5 (on the dot) and couldn't go back to sleep. Around 6 I finally went downstairs to take my temperature and take some nyquil. (Have I ever mentioned my relationship with nyquil? We go way back. We're like this.) So anyway, my temperature turned out to be 100.2 and it went down within an hour of turning on the tv.

Since then, I feel a lot better than this morning but I haven't progressed much since then. I feel almost exactly how I did an hour ago, and an hour before then, and the hour before that.

Well, I have to go take some more medicine now.

New Years Resolution COMPLETED

TRIUMPH!!

Applied to COLLEGE today!!! Sent off all my applications and they're gone... nothing I can do about it. (Hooray!)

I've been playing this game all today: http://www.addictinggames.com/paintballthegame.html (It's addictive... Don't do it!!)

I think I'm getting sick. I've been feeling lightheaded all day (although eating my mom's soup helped) and I have that achey feeling in my neck. I always get that sore, achey feeling in my neck when I'm sick. So. Nyquil, here I come. I'll have to sneak into my mom's bedroom to get it because she hasn't put it in our kitchen.

I got a lot of handmedown yarn today from my mom's friend's daughter, who apparently didn't want it anymore. So... Now I have to find somewhere to put it. Damn. My drawer is full. Perhaps a visit to the Container store is imminent. I don't know where I could put it in my room... I refuse to spill my yarn into other rooms at this point. I need to keep it in my room, otherwise I'll lose it.

I've been wondering what it would be like to live in a family where more than one person enjoys a hobby. My mom used to crochet, Kerry-Lynn knows how to knit, but neither of them would steal my yarn. but if they had yarn I'd probably steal it. What if I were the Yarn Harlot's daughter. Nothing would be off limits... Muah ha ha.

Okay, I need to lie down and sleep. Maybe sleep can cure me of my almost-sickness.

Or yarn. Maybe I'll snuggle with yarn and that'll cure me.

New Years Resolution time!!

Hello 2008!!!

Okay, New Years Resolution time. Let's have a looksie at last year's resolutions:

1) Finish a book
2) Be more true to myself
3) Find a boyfriend

I think I succeeded in number two at least. I didn't write much at all this year, so number 1's out the window, and number 3 was a complete joke in the first place.

New year's resolutions for the year 2008:

1) Be not afraid of venturing by myself
2) Turn in my college aps (And get accepted into college.)
3) Exude confidence

The thing about this year is that things are changing for me. I tend to be very wary of change and of things that are unknowns. I cautiously shuffle into the unknown. I don't blast down the door and take things by storm. I think that with the change of leaving high school, I should change the way I deal with things I don't know. Because after May, I have no idea of what will happen. That's half of a year of my life. And then beyond that, the rest of my life.

Anyway, it's 1:30 already. I should go to bed now.

Happy new year, yall.