If you left it up to me, everyday would be a holiday from real.

I want this:


I'm still musing over the various reviews; it's not perfectly stellar across the board, but there's a good sale going on for it at Best Buy this week -- and I might've convinced my mom to buy it for me. Okay, for the family. Still, I'm stoked. I've missed my 7.1 Megapixel true good 'ol point-and-shooter as it took a trip with my brother to Denver.

In other news: I got a 100 on my latest math test and all A's on my report card for the first time in high school. It's about time. I got a Hershey's chocolate bar for my efforts. I'm slightly upset that I had lent a friend my other 100 math test and she has yet to return it. That was about a month ago, too. Also I'm a little ticked at my fellow groupmates that I had to singlehandedly put together a final draft of our history project's research paper. I probably shouldn't have procrastinated too much with it...whatever, I needed a lazy weekend.

My music playlist has returned. Did you even notice it was missing?

I'm still a kid, y'know.

I love that necklace a lot. I've had it since I was a kiddo and I can still wear it now, in highschool, without anyone giving me a hard time. It's nice.


Art! That's a lovely picture of my bin-o-various-supplies. I'm about to be painting a flower, more specifically a tiger lily, in the style of Georgia O'Keefe for art. To those who may not know, she is an artist whose way of painting flowers requires it be huge and some parts go off the canvas into oblivion. Yeah, pretty much. I'm scared mine will turn out a horrid mess and I'll have to do it all over again. Not pleasant.

I just finished my Animal Farm national anthem. I feel very accomplished, but still believe it is lame and therefore will spare you the read. I still should probably study for history, but I almost never do until the morning of and somehow I retain most of it. Lucky me, right? Sadly we had review yesterday and I couldn't answer questions because everytime I talked I sounded like I'd swallowed a metal frog and coughed profusely. I gave up not getting the easy two or three extra points for the cause.

My brother will be gone Wednesday through Sunday for a robotics competition in Denver. I guess I'll miss him.

The Mentalist is on tonight. Hurrah!

What's so funny?

I was bored. Plain and simple.

This morning Katie and I were getting ready to stretch after a walk in aerobics when there was a 'code black', meaning we [plus everyone else in the entire school] had to evacuate the premises immediately. We ended up on the soccer fields slightly off-campus, our class and a few other P.E. first periods still in their gym clothes. We stood out there for maybe an hour and a half. I was sufficiently bored after 10 minutes and our teacher was very wish-washy about letting us wander around to talk to other people from other classes. Bah. Apparently it's nothing new at the school, though. Joy.

We were supposed to have a freshmen class meeting to go over 10th grade registration during third period, but since that incident had stretched to the middle of third, it was post-poned until sixth. That was dandy until as people filing in, a catfight breaks out just half a dozen seats down the row from mwah. Other swarmed, chanted "fight!" and yelled. The displinary action was set into place pretty quickly and I don't know exactly who was involved. Needless to say they whoever they are were swiftly escorted out of the auditorium and the adults in charge tried to carry on like normal. During all this I came to a solid conclusion: My freshman classmake would make two-year-olds look mature. There are few who are okay, much to the relief of my utter sanity, but the majority need to be taught to have respect. Seriously.

On a lighter, better note, my oldest brother is home from college this weekend. His birthday is tomorrow! Who knows what he plans to do tonight when he's spending practically all day Saturday with his girlfriend.

I wish I didn't have a sore throat and managed to get a 60 something on my latest math quiz after having a good streak. Gosh dang it. Now I have to do very well on the test. The pressure I manage to put upon myself -- it's ruthless.

I think I'll start with doing my math homework from the latest section or two. I also should work on my out of class art project. Hmm.

Let's go flying at the speed of sound.

NOTE: This contrail is especially colorful. I've probably seen a launch a hundred times, but it's still as cool as the first. I can't wait until I get to watch Orion go up and know it's going to the moon. I used to think I'd want to be an astronaut and I've seen all the movies, gone to space camp, yet I'd believe I'd get super incredibly homesick and who wants a gloomy gus in space?