Florida, Here I Come!

In two days, I will be headed to Orlando, Florida with a bunch of other just-graduated 8th graders on a trip that happens every year. One of the science teachers started that tradition. He's retired, but the 8th-grade Florida trip lives on. The only down side is that I will have to be out at the school at 2:45 in the morning. Yeah, that's right, there is a 2:45 am. I can hardly wait! If there's a computer at the hotel (there was one at the hotel we stayed at when we went to Six Flags hotel, so there might be one at the Disney World resort) I plan to update my blog while I'm there. We're going to Epcot, MGM Busch Gardens, Sea World, Kennedy Space Center, and a bunch of other places. Fun, fun, fun!

I'm the happiest girl in the world. Dad's writing a melodrama that is going to be performed over the summer, and he gave me a part! ^_^ I love to act, and I love the plays that Daddy writes. I've been asking him for a part FOREVER and now I get one!!! (happy dance)

This summer is going to be a long one. It's only the first week, and I'm already dead bored. *sigh* I guess I can always alphabetize stuff.

Aww! How Cute!!

My mom was driving me around today, and we happened to drive by a Burger King. Because of the new Star Wars movie that came out, the Burger Kings all have a big, inflatable Darth Vader on the top. These Vader's, I've noticed, look like a puppy. Normally, when people mess up that badly on an inflatable character, I think, "Why did you even try?" but for some reason, I love this Darth Puppy! It's just so adorable! I want one! Every time I see it, I just can't help but envision a little black dog drop his lightsaber on the ground, look Luke in the eye, and say, "Arf! Luke, I am your father!" Am I the only one who sees this?

Dad and I were talking a while back, and he did something weird. I laughed and said, "You're such a nerd!" In reply, he said, "No, I'm a geek." The difference, you ask? Simple. Geeks have social lives. Nerds usually get stuck living in their mom's basements until they're 30. I always used to get them confused, until Dad taught me an easy way to keep them straight. The "g" in geek stands for "good" because it's good to be a geek, and bad to be a nerd. Now I don't mix them up anymore. Thanks Daddy!!

I've made a change in my carrier choices. Whenever I thought of being a mathematician, I didn't get that spark of excitement like I thought I should. I never thought, "Hey, let's crunch some numbers!" Then Dad brought up that, though I was good at it, I never seemed very ecstatic about math. In truth, I want to be an author, but I'm a realist and know what will pay the bills. The reason I wanted to work at NASA was because I could do it and it was a big paycheck, but I realized that if I get enough rave on my books, I could do that instead. I'd be happier, too. I'm already started a novel that I'm planning on working on all summer. Whether this is the job God has in mind for me or not, I don't know, but it's going to be a lot of fun if it is! ^_^

May The Force Be With You

My family and I went to go see Star Wars III the other day. It was an amazing end to the trilogy. It made me think (for reasons that I'm not going to say for those of you who haven't seen the movie yet. I don't want to give away anything) how blinding love can really be. If we're not careful, our emotional side can make us do things that we will regret later on. We really have to be careful in choosing our partners and guard our actions, and ourselves or we could end up hurting ourselves or those around us.

Something else I've been thinking about is how many people we leave behind in life. Last week was our last choir concert. Next year, I'm off to the high school. I may never see Mrs. D (our choir director) or Mrs. B (her accompanist) again. I had grown so close to them these past two years, and now I have to leave. That's kind of like what happened to my friend Curtis. He and I were best friends (plus I had a major crush on him). But then one day, he disappeared. I learned later on that he had done something to get him kicked out of the Masonic Home and moved to York or Boys Town or somewhere like that. Everyone thinks he went somewhere different. What are the chances of me ever seeing him again? I used to say that once I got a job at NASA that I would hire a search warrant to search the country for him, but even so, would he remember me? I've gotten over my crush on him (finally) but I still miss him. My friend, Katty, just had her best friend move to Florida. But I guess, like I told her, you will inevitably lose or leave behind a ton of people in life, but you will always meet more. God knows what he's doing in my life, and I trust him when he takes people out of it. He knows best.

On a lighter note, school lets out in 2 1/2 days! Yay!

My Japanese classes start in August. I can't wait!

Onomatopoeia

Onomatopoeia is, as Lemony Snicket would say, a word which here means, a word used to describe one of the various sounds that Kitten hears as she sits in her room in the basement. I stayed home sick today, so I got very acquainted with these noises. There’s a drizzling sound coming from somewhere, I'm not quite sure where, footsteps of my family walking around on the main floor, the purring and content whines of my cat, Tigger, who enjoys sleeping at the foot of my bed, the voices of my two youngest brothers singing "DAY-O! DAY-AY-AY-O! DAYLIGHT COME AND ME WAN' GO HOME!" at the top of their lungs upstairs, and then there's the loudest and most odd noise of all: the sound of the heater, which is conveniently placed in the room next to mine. As of recently, you can hear the heater throughout the entire house. It starts up with an alien-like "Bwee-oooo! Bwee-oooo!" and then comes the low, rumbling, "WRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" and it's going to keep doing that until the repairman shows up. Please God, let him come soon!!!

My cat, Tigger, is one of the sweetest of all God's creations, but with a few minor setbacks. First, because he loves us so much, he leaves "offerings" of animal insides on our porch. Also, he gets up in your face whenever you're trying to do your homework or read. Finally, there's the drool. When he's really happy, he starts to drool a little. It drips down from his mouth and hangs there, suspended in midair, until it slowly drops onto his chest or your arm. Okay, so maybe he's not the greatest cat in the world, but I still love him. ^_^