Yes, actually, I have gotten to drive yet, Chris. (Can I call you Chris?) Just twice though. And the second time, I didn't want to do it. My dad made me. It was at night, and I was not in the mood. I made him regret it though. I hugged the curb, threatened to take out a coupla mailboxes (not verbally), and almost made a dad-shaped dent in the side of another car. Oh, and then I almost squashed my mom's hibiscus. Yeah. I made a mess of it the second time. The first time I did great though!
I'm 16!!! I'm 16!!! I'm so excited! My parents got me a big surprise present. It's a keyboard!! OMG, it's beautiful. It's a silver Yamaha, and it has a listen and learn mode that I'm using. I'm learning how to play Fur Elise. At least, I think that's how you spell it. It's awesome!! I'm in love with my keyboard! Of course, I didn't get an all in one package. It still needs some things like a pedal and a carrying case. It does have a stand though. Yes!! I'm so happy!!! Can you tell? I know that you probably thought that it was a computer keyboard, Kate, but that was a misunderstanding. Sorry bout that.
One of my friends at school is letting me borrow his Darth Bane book. When he found out I liked Star Wars, he got all excited. "You like Star Wars???????" "Yeah, I like Star Wars." Um, duh! "Do you read the books?" nerow... "I've never been able to." He gave me a wierd look. "Loser." (He's one of my friends that I banter back and forth with. I could have taken the chance to turn this into a really fun episode if I have wanted to.)(I wasn't interested at the time.) I grabbed his book from off the table. (the book that had started tis conversation) "Can I borrow yours?" "No." "ok. I just want to let you know, I'm stealing your book. I'll read this one." "Ok." And that's why I'm reading this book. That and I've been wanting to read some of the books anyway. It's cool so far conscidering that Darth Bane is the Lord of Hate (and I've found out why). The book's full name is "Darth Bane: the Path of Destruction" I think. It's really interesting because it tells the story from the Sith's point of view making is seem like the Sith are the good guys when everyone knows that the Jedi are. I mean, you can tell that the Sith are bad, but Des (Darth Bane) just thinks they're awesome and so the book is from his point of view (by way of a narrator).
Yeah, well, I'm done for today. I'll catch you later. Bye!
~HCB~
I like good news, so that's what I'll tell you first. Ahem.
I got my permit!!! I got my permit!!! On my first try too!!! Be proud of me. This is awesome!!!!!
*cough* Well, yes, that's the good news. The bad news... well, the bad news is that I back-talked the night after precious permit was obtained and lost said permit. *sigh* Well, I guess you can't win them all.
I didn't even get to drive yet! All I got to do was sit in the car and find out what the funny-looking thingy on the side of the steering wheel was and find my stinking blind spot! *sob*
Well, no use crying over spilled coolant. That's the update that I have to offer. I'll be back later. God bless you all!
It's going insane! It's supposed to be "perfectly balanced"! I think NOT!!! It's so noisy!!!
Augh. Anyway, hey, peoples. Nothin much has been going on here since I wrote last exept the wierd process that my poor computer went through. And the Christmas play...
It's kinda cool. The church's childrens' Christmas play (which even though I'm in youth and not concidered a "children" anymore, I still love to be in these things every year) this year is called "the Mystery of the Manger". I'm the comedy act... I love the stage! It's fun! And I get to be all wacky and dorky! Yippee! Of course, according to my friends, that's not a hard thing to do for me. :) Gotta love your friends!
We've had rehearsals since mid-November and have had them pretty much all week this week. Dress rehearsal is Saturday. I can't wait! I'm just so sorry that we're only performing once. *pout* But that can't be helped. Ah, well, the joys of the Christmas play.
Crud! I'm supposed to take my driver's exam tomorrow! I totally forgot! GTG and study! Crash course!!! Bye!!
Indian
I don't really know how to say this any other way, so I'm going to write it out like it's a story with the names dubbed. And next to no conversation.
Indian was having a blast. She was on a camping trip with her little brother's Cub Scout pack. The night before, they had slept outside, next to the water, in small tents. Cold, yes, but bearable when you're wearing long johns, 2 pairs of socks, a cami, a turtleneck, sweats, a jacket, an earwarmer headband, and a hat to bed, as Indian was. Not to mention the air matress, the sleeping bag she was sleeping in, the sleeping bag on top of that sleeping bag, and her little brother to keep her warm. Over doing it? I think not. Not when it gets down to 39 degrees without a body of water at your headboard.
With the night challenge passed, Indian was now on a hike with the pack. Her friends, the Wrice girls and their dad, were with her, so they were chatting contentedly. They fell back, behind the pack, and so accidentally-on-purpose seperated from the main group. Eboni, who happened to be Indian's biology teacher as well as friend, had brought her camera and the girls had fun spotting out interesting fungi and flowers to show off to the co-op class. For a long time this went on, over a couple of miles. The weather was perfect!
All the girls, Indian, Eboni, Jacey, Ursula, and Caitlin, and Mr. Wrice were racing against to Cub Scouts though. The cubs were right behind them! They had to go on at a jog at times to stay ahead. Mr. Wrice spotted a smaller trail leading away from the main path. It led to an inviting spot near the water's edge where they could rest. The girls decided to take the scenic rest stop. It would give the Scouts a chance to get ahead of the without being trampled.
The water was freezing, but they ran their hands through it anyway, chatting idly. When she saw the rocky bank, Eboni thought that someone should shout "MY PRECOUS! MY PRECIOUS IS LOST!!!" as the cub scouts went by, but no one really wanted to do it. Pity, it would've been funny. What? What's this? Ugh. Don't the boys take a hint? They followed the girls down the slope. (Darn them.) As boys will, they saw water. They saw rocks. Rocks + Water=..... can anybody guess?? Rock skipping!!
The girls thought nothing of it since the boys were aiming to their wide left. They even tossed a few of their own. Then it happened. THOOM It was more of a sensation that a sound or feeling, but whatever it was, it had it Indian in the back of the head.
Actually, she knew exactly what it was. As reflexes caused her to grasp her head in a death grip and forced her to kiss the ground, her only thought was Rock. As soon as Rock left head mind, which didn't take long, the second thought came. Head. Then the last, but most prominent thought slowly took shape. Owwwwwwww... These 3 things repeated themselves a few times before Indian realized that her dad was calling her. Slowly, slowly she raised her head. Nevermind! She went back down. Owwwwww... She made her way up the slope to her dad where he attacked her head, seperating the numerous layers of hair.
Dad groaned. His fingertips were red with his daughter's blood. Indian's head didn't hurt anymore. She was even suprised that she was bleeding. It seemed the most unlikely thing...
What? A half inch cut? No way. In my head? How bad? It can't be that bad if it's only a half inch. Deep? No, it can't be that deep. It would hurt much more...
Plenty of hair was cut away from the cut and the first aid kit was whipped out. About a minute after the incident, Indian felt nauseated and had to sit down while 2 men dug into her skull in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Finally, she was able to stand up again, but only with medicine, gauze, and a handy headband wrapped around her head. Yet again, there was no pain. It didn't seem very serious!
It seemed to take a long time to get back to camp where everyone had to look at Indian's head. (ugh. people, really. it's a head.) Indian was shuffled off to the ER where, of course, the wait was long. She got there at 12:00 and didn't leave till 4:00. Three staples were left in her head. The only tears that had been shed were for her decapitated hairs that had been unfortunate the reside at the base of the cut and for the hatred of staples.
The way that her dad described the dut was disgusting to Indian. "A grey, red-looking mesh of fatty tissue and flesh. I have no idea what those grey streaks are." Those grey streaks, dad, were hair follicles.
I had a lot of fun on this camping trip. Too bad it had to end this way. *reaches up behind her and fingers the stupid staples* *ouch* Anyway, since I won't be able to call most of you, I thought I'd let you know this way. My head's still a little out of it (surprise surprise) since this happened only yesterday, so sorry if the story's a little unsatisfactory. Give me a break. Any prayer will be welcome, especially concerning scarring. :) Byes!
-Metalhead Indian-
Hello! i'M EXCITED TO BE HERE! oOPS. cAPS LOCK IS ON. There we go. I'm not used to this computer's keyboard. It's my dad's laptop. Gina is a little under the weather as of right now. So sorry if I make a misprint. I've already had to erase a few things.
Oh yes, the Airport story. This one is funny! You see, Dad was taking my brother Scout to the airport to go see grandparents, Monday, and something happened that I couldn't resist sharing. Here goes!
Well, there was a Mime troupe at the airport that day, and as mimes do, they were all over the place being wierd and funny. They were all wearing red, white, and blue shirts, had white faces, and were wearing white gloves. Scout was just trudging along with his suitcase when this one mime came up beside him. Being taller than Scout, he shluymped down to his height and pretended to be pulling a suitcase behind him. Dad says, "What do you think about that, Scout?" Scout looks up from the floor to Dad and says, "Dad, what's he doing??" "He's a mime, Scout. It's what they do." Scout looks back at the floor. (He's a little shy sometimes and doesn't like talking to strange people. Not that the mime talked, but he was a strange people. :) )
They get to the escelator, and the Mime moves up to my dad leaving Scout behind. The Mime stands side by side with Dad and strikes a victory stance with his right arm straight out. Dad, being the funny kind of guy that he is, decides to play along. The Mime is on his left. Dad sticks out his left arm in the same stance that the mime has his right, and leans into the mime. The mime leans into him, and Dad leans closer. There they are, 2 wierdos in a victory stance descending the escelator. Neither one are paying any attention to the boys behind them looking up with a bewildered look on his face (yep, my brother).
When they get to the bottom of the escelator, the mime runs off, but Dad sees him many times later. Once, he was "argueing" with the security guard. Another time, he was dueling it out in a sword match with someone waiting to get on the plane, and, yet another time, he's getting escorted out of the "personel only" area. *snickers behind hand*
This isn't important, but on his way out of the airport, Dad sees another mime (not the same one) stanfing stock still in the middle of the airport acting like he's holding an umbrella. The Mime just begins to lean... and lean... and lean... AND lean. Until he falls over. But while he's on the floor, he's still acting like he's standing with an umbrella. People are just walking by him looking at him like he's crazy. Dad looks down as he passes and says, "You know you're going to get stepped on, right?" The Mime just looks at him then goes back to holding his sideways umbrella.
Where's the relevance of this story? I'll tell you. After church Wednesday night, I went outside and noticed my friend - lets call him the Mayan - riding a unicycle. Or trying to. Actually he was doing a pretty good job, but he was a bit wobbly. Anyway, I asked him why he was learning how to ride a unicycle. He said, "It's for my miming class. By the way, did your dad tell you how I messed with him at the airport?"
Poing! Understand, I didn't even know the airport story at this point. "What?? You were at the airport???" "Yeah, he didn't tell you?" I grab Dad and insist on being told the whole story. The funny thing was, Dad didn't know who the mime was! He thought it was just some random person. It was my random friend! I thought that was cool. My friend messed with my dad without his knowing!! Sweet!
Anywho, yeah. :-D Um. Refering to my last entry, I went to the Venturer meeting, and I had fun. And I get to stay with this Crew! YAY!!! Excitedness!!!!! Happy happy happy!!!!! Good things.
That has been my life since my last entry, and now I'm out. Thanks for listening! Hoped you liked my story! Bye!
~Indian~