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[9:30pm] P.S. There will also be braids in my hair tomorrow and the next day. Ha-ha! Don't you wish you could see...
[9:20pm] I know I am getting bad about writing nowadays, but it's not because I don't love you, because I do. I've just been monstrously busy! I can't even get my laundry done in one day because I'm so scatter-brained and many-minded (yep, I made it up, I think.) I have things to worry about: college, high school, winterguard, just keeping up with friends, general hygiene, and a million other smaller areas of my life. Anywayzzzz. Today: Practice 6-9. Massive work fillage, nearly killed by Megan H multinudinous times. That means many. Rest of the week: Tomorrow, Friday, is both Class-Color-School-Spirit Day and Wear-Your-Guard-Sweatshirt-Or-Tshirt Day. To fit in with both school spirit and guard, I'm going to wear my orange (senior color) onesie (okay, they keep telling me it's called a leotard but isn't onesie just so much more fun-- what a romp) from last year (minus the pants - ugh), jeans, and my winterguard sweatshirt from this year. It'll be a blast-tastic day. And Saturday: Marquette Competition, where I'm not optimistic as to our performance. Perhaps the massive amounts of morning practice will change my mind. Perhaps not. Also, the rest of my life: SNOW SNOW SNOW. It will never stop snowing. Ever. It's been snowing for like 40 days and 40 nights. I feel like I should be on some Arctic Ark or something. Arktic Arc. Umm.. Definitely, it's time for bed. I smell bad, so showers first. Ciao, amigos!

022603
[6:31pm] Okay, so my old counter broke. Fabulous. It was just getting around to 15,000 too. I'd had that one since May 2000. Anyway, so that's why I'm replacing it with this new one. Or putting this one next to it, in case the old one decides to work again. We'll just see if either of them works.

022103
[6:26am] Oh, btw. KETCHUP FOR MY HOTDOG! Not supposed to do tha-at. MAAAAA... toe-socks, toe-socks, toe-socks!
[6:09am] Practice last night: the longest of my life. It just seemed to go on and on and on and on and on. We started by setting for dropspins, no biggie, until she announces we're doing 500 in a row with no breaks. If somebody breaks, we're starting over. And so we took until about 7:30 to do that -- somewhat unsuccessfully, she just kept going through breaks. I pretty much made it all the way through, no breaks, until we got to the end and I stopped on like 496 because I thought 500 was the number after 495. No joke. And after doing that part, I had this disgusting bulging muscle that.. uhhhshudder.. It was just gross. And the rest of the practice took FOR-EV-ER. ("Take ferever!") Working with drill and the ending and dumb stuff.. I started feeling like this: "Now would be a good time to cry," about every, oh, 30 seconds. So I was considerably gladdened when we were released. Sigh.

022003
[3:14pm] Okay, so my feeling was wrong. That happens sometimes. (My feeling about the change of layout.) I still am sick of the brown. I've just been busy. For example, right now, I'm downloading a few songs that have "ketchup" in the title. Entertaining.

021603
[10:11pm] Last note: I have a feeling that a new layout might come about soon. I'm sick of this brown. P.S. Got an interview with Duke next Saturday. Can't forget. Must buy businessy beautiful classy clothes.
[10:07pm] But what I wanted to talk about was losing my voice. It totally is crap to have no voice at a winterguard competition (unless you meet boys that like husky hushy voices -- which quite a few do, *lucky*) because you can't yell for Ryan F and his big purple shows. Or Marquette and their big purple show. Or Northwest and their "I love my baby" show. Or Bravada and their nakedy showgirlboy show. Or even Skyriders and their Rolling Stonesy show, by doing the blalalalallauhuhuhu thing with the tongue. Not even that. It's just an injustice.
[9:48pm] I forgot to mention on here-- for the past, oh, four or five days, I lost my voice for no apparent reason. I think it began on Wednesday or Thursday. Friday and Saturday were the worst days for it--but then, Friday and Saturday weren't fabulous days to begin with. Friday: we performed at the assembly and people booed at us. Not half-heartedly, either. Full-out we-think-you're-crap jeering. And then yesterday: feeling pretty much like we had put HOURS into something and inexplicably getting nothing for it.. I'll tell you. It was unrewarding. But I think it'll get better. Maybe not tomorrow, since I have to sit at home all day (snow day #6 [or 5?] here in Missouri [or Misery?]). But Tuesday. Then I go back and hear what changes we make, yell at some rookies (just because they're rookies), yell at myself (because of my drop and other poopyings), and yell at everyone (because.. well, because I feel like yelling.) I'm pretty angry with everyone right now, and I shouldn't be. But I am. I think it's because I still haven't washed this fuzzy frizzy outta my hair (which indicates a day up in braids, and then a day down in fuzzy frizzy.. without a washing. Dirty.) Okay. Nightie night night time.

021503
[8:38pm] Today was WGI Regionals at Northwest and we performed second. I thought I had a fairly good show -- only dropped once and was back in within four counts. In fact, I thought the guard as a whole was pretty good. Main things: extension of limbs, looking up, and attitude. Watching the tape tonight, I learned that I too must work on all these things. How do I know this? 18th place out of 24 or 25 guards. At least we weren't last, but a hecka lotta people got upset that we didn't make finals (the top 14 guards only.) I wasn't exactly smiles and giggles myself. And then the weather started so, since we didn't make finals, we all went home. Interesting note that led to the decision to skip watching finals and go home: on the way to Ponderosa, our bus slid funny and we were all kinda shoved to the left and I hit my shoulder on the window. Interesting, huh? No, I didn't think so.

021203
[8:22pm] Career Day. The most interesting guest speaker was a civil engineer - designs and develops plots of land. So you can guess how boring everyone else was. Especially the steel salesman. Wooh-nelly. "It's not glamorous." No, you think? Then, after school -- Kris, CC, Joey, Jake, Shawn, and I went to lunch at Cici's Pizza place. Had a LOT of noodles, played some video games, got a fake tattoo of a moon/sun thingy. Then a trip to the mall with Jake, Shawn, and Kris. That was just wonderful. It was a mall-wide journey to try to find Jake some guard pants. Unsuccessful, as far as I know. We did find the big fat comfy chairs and we rested a little in those. It was wonderful. Then the search resumed again and that sucked. But then I went home and things were good.

021103
[6:35pm] What's all the hoo-plah (hooplah? hoop-la?), you say? Well. It is simply this: Andrea P has a bloggy thing. I'm supremely happy. I love being all up in people's biznazz.

020903
[11:02am] There was a lesson to be learned among all that cleaning yesterday: it's pretty hard to vaccuum if the vaccuum cleaner is broken. Anyway, today I'm going to see Blast with Ashley, and my brother is bringing a whole gaggle of his friends -- Tymka, Meagan, Drew (who, I hear, has a new hairstyle--MOHAWKS RULEZ!), and Caroline. This should be entertaining, to say the least.

020703
[7:07pm] Today: snow day, with chores. Tomorrow: chore day, maybe prom dress shopping. Snow days just rock the house, and since this is the last one seniors have to make up later in the year, they'll rock on all the better after this. Watch, now there will be no more. Sigh. Anyway, returning to the slaving. Which reminds me of a quote. Abby at practice: "These legs are short, but they are fast!" But I totally thought she said slaves, not legs. I was not the only one. It was cause for much confusion. Wait! I totally forgot to tell you guys that we got to practice in the new gym yesterday. It's in the new wing, where my new 5th hour class will be. After practice, we ran around in the new part, and sang the Harry Potter song while going up and down the stairs. This thing is three stories high, and the staircases have open spaces between the flights, and the general consensus is, knowing our school, someone will fall to their death. It's bound to happen. Knock on wood and all, but.. people are dumb.

020603
[10:16pm] My finger hurts. New blood blister. Grammar lesson for Yahoo!News: "The furthest a Patagonian toothfish had previously strayed from home was 6,000 miles to the Atlantic Ocean near Uruguay." Let's try FARTHEST, seeing how furthest is a measure of degree and farthest is a measure of distance (6000 miles=distance.) Simple, simple stuff.

020503
[9:21pm] Much, MUCH better. I applaud everyone on the guard for improving their attitude like 200%. It made things way more enjoyable. And I apologized to Ricky and he was surprised. He was like "If it were me, I'd have never apologized about something like that. You do that stuff cuz you're such a nice person!" And I was like "Well, it wasn't your fault." He said, "Yes, it was. I sorta dropped a chair on you." I was like "Well, it wasn't your fault that I was already mad enough to yell." But all's well that ends well. And we changed the drill. Again.
[3:04pm] I'm flipping out. Everyone is sooo cranky lately. But certain people just need to brush up their attitudes a mite because it's affecting me and that sucks. You know what I did today because people make me cranky? Ricky pushed Lauren into this chair and the chair fell over and hit me in the knee and I made the biggest stink about it. I like, yelled at Ricky. It was unncessary. It was plain old retarded! I'll apologize tonight at practice (if Ricky comes to drop off Abby), but.. jeez.

020403
[9:07pm] So sad. My Andy King wasn't here to walk me to fifth hour today. It was very, very sad. He's my source of entertainment fifth hour.
[6:23am] I’m sure that you’ll be fine: ten more years of this, it will nearly be time. I’m sure that you’ll be fine, but it can’t take ten more years. Ah, Idlewild, how I treasure thee.
[6:14am] Okay, so our first competition was at SMS on February 1st. That also being Kristen's birthday, I got her a present -- a dancing hamster girl who gyrates to "Dancing Queen" since that is what Kristen is, and also a mix CD. She liked both. We really wanted to post shout-out air-grams but couldn't buy them before everyone else got there. Very, very distressing. But anyway: my first show (prelims) was great except for one thing, I dropped my flag, but I was near the back and I pretty much got right back in. And then finals later in the day (I guess this part is because I had already been up for like 11 hours at this point) around 5:30ish, my performance was crap. I left early, I dropped my tosses, I basically hyped out. It was ridiculous. But at least I looked cute when I did my Summer Roll at the end. Whee.

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