Aw shucks,

School's a'startin.

You Will Be Missed:
-Sleep
-Swimming
-Tillamook County Fair
-Seated-Rocking-Out-To-Cake
-Degrassi
-Unnecessary Shopping
-"Chilling" as it were
-Driver's ed (not really...but...whateves)
-Not Being in School
-Endless Hardcore Partying (Because you know...I totally do that...like...constantly)
-Sanity

So, Laziest-ass weekend in the history of ever.

But, to follow the popular trend:

1 French 3
2 Hon Chem
3 Hon Adv Algebra
4 S1 Ethics (Hemmen)
4 S2 Social Justice (Haster)
5 AP US History
6 S1 Strength & Conditioning
6 S2 Am Government
7 Hon English 11

Summer has been playing out quite famously.

Going up to Alberta tonight, with my ass-loads of money (the result of filing and alphabetizing for hours on end...ooooh my job). It should be quite the party.

So this one time...

-Playing hopscotch at 1:00 in the morning in the middle of the street on a court we crafted of masking tape was rather entertaining.

-You should eat a fucking COOKIE-CAKE. It's a cake...with cookies. IN IT. yeah.

-Processing mail is a barrel and a half of monkeys fun.

-You've gotta make biscuits.

-The Lake house, The Devil Wears Prada, and Pirates 2...I dunno...I've seen them. (coughkeanurandomlybreakingintotears=hilariouscough)

-Talladega Nights, SNAKES ON A PLANE, and Running with scissors...I dunno...I want to see them.

That is all.

Manicures and Pedicures. La la la la la la la!


Call me!

...Seriously!

Summer. It's soooooo close.

In other news, Malachi most definitely ran into a wall today and fell over.

New Decemberists EP? I think yes.

So...I've been writing on LJ for a YEAR.

I find this information important enough to deserve a bit of time spent in its honor. Mind you, It's time that I could be spending flopping around on the floor of my clean room listening to music...Or reclining on a chair in my family room watching Punk'd...Or playing with my puppy...Or something else that is so obviously not homework that I'm not even going to call it procrastination...it's just like...blatant idiocy. I'm not going to tell you all that I haven't and should have done this weekend because then you'd judge me. And I don't like that. I'm simply confident that I will get through these last three weeks without dying...or crying...and plan to get some sleep each night in the process.

So…in celebration of my one-year LJ anniversary, and In order to ignore my looming homework load just a little longer, here’s a super-post. In other words, a sentence (or some) from the 29th (or closest to it) of every past month.

What is it about the phrase "You're on crack" that makes it so appealing? My hairdresser told me that I was driven by excellence and that I would do great things. Also I ate some food at the place where the kids wear the aprons. Man, if I had a nickel for every time she repeated her "when i was your age I always cleaned the kitchen…and so on” speech...Well, yes, then I’d have some nickels. And I was like "fuck yes, you go little Nala!" If today wasn't Friday I would probably be...dead. Taye Diggs. Just think about it. Cool. Man, being a good daughter is painful and I’m tired. Is This Love in my Pants. I don't think I've ever seen so many sicknesses in such a short period of time affecting so many different people. So basically, when you're having a little too much fun, remember my absence...and cry...just a little. Crack Wednesday.

I find it amusing that crack opens and closes the compilation.

-I love you all so much.

-I do not love vomitting.

-Missing something you’ve been working on so hard and looking forward to so much makes me cry...a lot.

-Getting the most amazing card signed by the most amazing people in the world makes me cry...a lot.

And I'm done...probably not coming to school tomorrow (Problem? take it up with my mother...or my pathetically weak immune system...even the dog thinks it's sick.)

I don't think I've ever been this tired for such a prolonged amount of time ever.

It's actually almost painful.

But I can sleep Friday night. Been looking forward to it all week, even have it written in my planner.

Who cares about welfare reform? NOT ME!!
Who's writing a persuasive speech about welfare reform? ME!!
Who picked the fucking topic on their own? ME!!

Yup...basically I'm a dumbass.


In other news...

-I'm updating via my laptop. (Four months later...shhh!)
-We had to put our dog Teddy to sleep this weekend.
-One acts are NEXT WEEK

Whaaaaaaaaat?

Yeah.

Blocking...Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrg.

...High School Musical has been adapted for the stage and will be available for schools to perform by next fall.


I just...I just don't understand.

In other news, I don't want to write an entire speech on lemmings tonight. Too bad.

Ashland was most enjoyable.

California was...not

Elaborating would be far too depressing.

1) Going to Ashland
2) On Spring Break
3) Stage Managing Kim's one act...

Will sometime please tell me was isn't completely kickass right now?

Headed straight to southern Californ-eye-aye from the Ashland happenings and I wont be back until a day after spring break. So basically, when you're having a little too much fun, remember my absence...and cry...just a little.

This weekend felt like summer.

Except...if summer was only two days long and you spent the majority of them sleeping and doing homework...that would be a completely crap summer.

But that aside...yeah. I just wrote my application for honors chemistry. I basically took my application for honors geometry from last year, substituted the words "math, algebra, and geometry" with "science, physics, and chemistry” respectively and called it done.

You guys...there's seriously some kind of animal living in the crawl space of our house. A crawl space that just happens to be separated from my closest by a little "door" held closed by a little twisty metal latch.
A possum is going to sneak out and kill me in the middle of the night...I just know it.

Homework sucks...so I'm not going to do it tonight. So there.

I'd just like you all to know that for the past 8 shows/rehearsals I have spent the better part of three hours with my hand less than two feet away from the "Pull to release fire-curtain automatically" ring.

It has not been pulled.

You should understand how impressive that is.


Also, being able to ask "Is MC in the house?" over headset sincerely and with actual relevance is a thing of beauty.

I found bubbles in the car this afternoon and proceeded to hold the bubble-stick thing out the window, creating a beautiful stream of bubbles for like five minutes…until my mother told me to close the window and stop screaming “Party”.

So suddenly I despise physics...and basically I don't function well without rehearsal...I don't function without rehearsal. I imagine two-hour late starts are more convenient when you actually know about them. But still the morning was enjoyable.

A cyclist almost ran me over today. No joke.

So, here I am. I can't say I wasn't expecting to crash eventually, but I figured it would be sometime next week as opposed to...now.

I actually felt fine last night. I think I was too sick to notice I was sick. I don't know why my mother was so worried. It might have had something to do with me laying on the floor of the office at 10, mumbling incoherently about tone and yelling out randomly that I needed to do my homework and she should leave me alone. Within minutes I was actually being sent to bed and she was practically yelling at me that I wasn't going to school tomorrow (today) and I had no choice. I gave her the glare of death and then flopped over, pulling my covers over my head and falling asleep instantly. It's now almost four and today I've probably been awake for a total of about four hours. In that time I ate some food, regretted it terribly, and stared blankly at the television. Now I plan to return to my bed and bask in my feverish state for many more hours to come. I guess this isn't too bad, I'm pretty coherent aren't I? I doubt I'll be at school tomorrow, I'm aiming for Wednesday and don't even consider me not being there Thursday, i believe if anything can dispel sickness it's theater, even though it seems that that is what has brought this upon me in the first place.

By the way, The Wiz of Oz has been the best thing….in the world. The weekend was stressful, tearful, frustrating, and amazing and oyster shooters aren’t pleasant.

Perhaps if I remain under the strong impression that Asthma does not exist it will leave me alone in my normal state of sickness. Honestly I can never have a normal cold or sore throat without it getting jealous and wanting to join the fun. So um…that shouldn’t happen.

In the hall of faaaaaaaaaaaame!

So I'm getting worried that I'm losing my "shining star" rep in history. After crafting 10 out of the 11 entries for the travelogue at around midnight and literally throwing the piece of crap together five minutes before I got out of the car, I topped it all off by falling asleep during the movie we were watching and actually getting called on it. And I wasn't even sleeping, I was just...resting. Anyhow, Hailey, you just watch for your chance because soon you might have to fill my shoes.

Hopefully we'll see our full cast on-stage sometime before opening night. That would be really pleasant. I don't think I've ever seen so many sicknesses in such a short period of time affecting so many different people.

So at some point today it was the worst day ever. But before and after that I was just fine and dandy. I'm not sure what it was, but I was just feeling extremely overwhelmed and crappy. And JESUS, I can't handle people almost brought to tears because they don't have a 4.3! Like...I can't even fathom. When did an A begin to stand for "acceptable" and anything lower turn into the worst thing in the world?

Well...that should stop.

So, rehearsal is awesome, School is....meh... and I'm going to go work on my history project that I started about an hour ago that's due…tomorrow.

So I'm just not going to sleep for the next three weeks...then maybe I'll get everything done.