Summer...I heard its here, anyway.

So...since thursday (my graduation) Summer has offically begun. I'm no longer obligated to attend the "Hell-On-Earth" spoken of earlier at unreasonable hours or shaded from the light of relaxing freedom by the clouds of homework. On the contrary, I'm offically free to sleep in, hang out, and all-out relax. At least, thats whats on the label. I think I forgot to read the fine print. See, so far I haven't slept in due to annoying sisters (:-p), Church, and taking the family out to breakfast. So, that parts out as of now. Also, I've been running and riding around like a maniac, and my week ahead (at least the next three days of it) doesn't look like a change. Don't get me wrong, please, I'm enjoying every minute of it. But I haven't offically accept the status of Summer-teenager, or freshman for the matter. The thought of High School is quite bothering, thanks to my brother who talks of freshmans getting thing thrown at them. Thanks for the support!

Anyway, I'm going to my uncle's house today. Long drive, but I enjoy them. When I have music, which might be a challenge as of now....long story. Anyway, I have my new enV in hand and I'm ready to take on the ride and the visit and the late night ride back. Can't wait for LBI tomorrow!!

Tomorrow until Summer

My head, full of thoughts of summery wonder, is being quite stubborn. See, as for Summer, my head tends to turn off at the end of the year, and all Summer its almost immposible to think. Tomorrow is the regents, though, and if i lose all logical thought before then, well, i'm doomed. Doomed to a slow, painful death at the hands of the science teachers this year and the next year as well. Tommorow I will wake up and have two thoughts. First, I will feel light and full of smiles with the fact that school ends in three days. But I swear that within the first five minutes of my morning it will dawn on me that I indeed have to get out of my comfortable bed, and out of my comfortable clothes and into the shower where I will be forced to shower quickly and actually wake up. Then I will be forced against my will to shove breakfast down my throat and get into the car which will drive me through senic routes and to a place that though named school is unoffically known to all who enter it as a form of Hell-On-Earth.I will enter the school at a far to early to be heathy time and go to my now about half cleaned out locker. I will then be pulled by an invisible chain to Homeroom with my number two pencil and black ink ballpoint pen handy. When I'm done listening to the horrific scratching of two horrible sounds (the school loudspeaker and my Vice-principle's voice) I'll slowly and nervously walk towards the Band room. At least the test is in the Band room, which for us Band Geeks is someform of comfort. However, the sin that is being commited in the Band room is of great horrors and should immediatly (please, before i have to take it) be stopped. So with that I purpose a sit-in. Takers, anyone?

Memorys...and rants

Hershey. Was. Amazing. Surprisingly, the amount of chocolate was not as overwhelming as planned, however I conquered Coment. Possibly a small rollar coaster compared, it has haunted me ever since making me cry when i last frequented Hershey...i believe I was seven. Now I have decided that I would ride a rollar coaster for the first time since, in fact that same one. And i did it! I enjoyed it! And then....ugh, homework calls. Mr.R has decided to ruin my night with some stupid and unfair geograohy test.....but i don't know what the capital of Alaska is! Or, for that matter, the forty-seven other states (I know NY and NJ).

Off to study.....

Because I ENJOY doing things out of order

Yes, I am alittle bit scattered.....but the fact that I am finishing my math at midnight has absolutly nothing to do with the fact that I kind of fell asleep on accident and woke up much later then I thought I would.....so now I have like ten problems left. Grrr! Wish me luck!


Hershey tomorrow!!!!!!!!!! You have no idea how excited I am!!!!!!!!

Some sisters get.....picky

For the love of Parents

Now, I'm going to be my daddy's little girl and say what I should say much more often. Thanks, Daddy! Anyone who's met my Dad knows his funloving, and funny, personatlity. But did you know that he is one of the greatest listeners and consulors around? I suppose this is one of the traits I get from my Father. Also, he is so kindhearted and maybe alittle too emotional (like in church when Hymns make him cry) but I'm not complaining. I love my father so much. He will always be there, showing me the way. My life consists of many situations in which I am lost, but whether or not he knows it, he's the one I tend to look too. Sometimes not as openly as I should. But I do.My mother has also contributed much to my life. I know this entry should have come on mothers day, but Thank you for being there Mom. She cares, and she loves me so much. The way she shows it is remarkable. She is one of the strongst people I know and she balences it all while thinking of me. She's sacrificed so much for me, its overwhelming.

Nobody said it would be this hard...

I have to say that I wasn't prepared for this year. My life has been, in short, a rollarcoaster. Any of my close friends, and maybe not so close on so oocasions, could easily agree. But thats just the thing....we're in eighth grade, teenage drama is to be expected of course. I went in knowing this, admiting it is a different story. But still, something is in the air this year. There is something that is making everything so.....spontainiously important. Does that make sense? Okay, I'll reword. No event this year was little and insignificant, not really. People this year were forced into a whirlwind of events which brought good and bad emotions, and many permenant changes. Honestly, I am such a different person now then I was. And this I can contribute to three people overall. My math teacher, my sister, and my cousin. Many others have drastically changed me, but this year these three people become more present in my life and such good role models (forced or not cough mrs.moreno cough). Between spending time with me, being there to listen, and showing me new ways to look at life and present myself, I've become a much better person this year.



But back to the fact that there is something in the air. I'm not the only one haveing a......peculiar year right now. I know it. Here, look at this. Or this. Thats just two examples of this tornado-year. Yes, thats right, tornado-year. I don't know what it is....I mean, nobody said it would be easy......but nobody said it would be this hard.

I just wanna live while I'm alive

Wise words. Why I put them as a title today? No particular reason I suppose....I got though half of season four of Buffy today! It was great, never a disappointment. Some of Spike's lines absolutly kill me though. Not that the accent and eextrodinary good looks don't help with the amusment. But still, the things he says are hysterical. So half of season four is a big accomplishment, but surprisingly not the biggest for today. Yes, thats right, my sick day consisted of accomplishing more then Buffy. I got a call around four o'clock from my vocal teacher with my NYSSMA results. Now before I break the news I must say that this was my first evaluation on a professional level. My music teacher expected it to take me a few years to get a high grade on this so I could move up a level and be evaluated on higher songs, and yet, here I am beaming with the news. 94 out of 100. Thats equals an A if I'm not utterly mistaken. I was two points away from an A+, and those two points were lost on sight reading. So really, I did much better then I, or my music teacher, exected. Now...all I have to do is get that sight reading down......

Fine, I'll post pictures!!!

As demanded.....some formal pictures. Most are pre-formal as my friend had her camera at the dance. When she sends me some pictures from the dance then I will post those too. But...

here ya go!

Formal. Is. Over.

I can't believe its over....just like that. It went from a long awaited teenage fantasy to a number of lasting memories in all of two hours. Seems like life has a way of doing that.....

So formal was great. The DJ, finally, was good. It was fun (I really did dance this time I swear) and pleasantly non-dramatic. Of coures, you throw a bunch of hormonal teenagers in a sweaty gym with loud music and there will be some dramatic events coming yoru way at some point. But in my opinion a dance needs a little drama, or what is there to look back and comtemplate on? But all in all the balence of drama and simple fun was perfect.

Beofre hand, of course, we left early. That was amazing. (Sorry Mr.R but I do find it important to dress up and take eight hours doing it.) My hair alone toke three hours (thanks Colleen!)

Now my hair contains curls and an entire half bottle of hair spray and should probably be washed out before NYSSMA tomorrow.




Scariest thing is......next dance will be in high school.