First Impressions

First impressions are very deceiving. For example, Jak (I found that's the real way to spell his name) isn’t as weird as I figured. He and Jess are such sweet people. They’re accepting and loving. They'll give you a hand when you need help. They may be a little weird, but I think they’re great.

Now that that’s cleared up, I have some very exciting news. I made the musical! La la la la la! (happy dance) I didn’t make a part, I’m just in the Chorus, but even so, it’s such a big deal for a Freshmen to get into a high school production. I almost had a cow! The funny thing is, though, most of the characters in the musical are supposed to be black. There was one black person who tried out. One of the lead black characters is played by a red head with blue eyes. He’s really pale, too. This should prove to be interesting.

G-pa’s birthday was this weekend. We threw a surprise weekend for him. It was really great to see him so happy.

The first day of the party, we went out on a cruse down the river. There were speed boats on the river with us. One of them drove past the front of the boat and a man held his hand up to catch the eye of most of the passengers. Then he turned around and mooned the lot of us! Totally wasn't something I wanted to see.

Oh well, the rest of the party rocked.

Pizza and a Potty

A few days ago was my friend BJ's birthday party at Pizza Hut. We were all having a lot of fun, and then we sang happy birthday to him at the top of our lungs so that the whole restaurant could hear us. He didn't enjoy that much. (hee hee)

We've been trying to potty train my youngest brother Bear the past few days. The first day, I was recruited to go to the library and check out all the books/movies on potty training that I could find. I got a bunch of books and one Bear in the Big Blue House video. We had him sit on the potty chair all day (the chair was in the kitchen so he could be with everyone and watch movies on Dads computer) and didn't give him pants to encourage him to go in the potty. He refused to do anything unless something was around him. He's so tired of the darned thing now that he won't even go into the bathroom anymore. Mom's beginning to get frustrated. Bear was watching the movie I got, and mom walked into the room chanting, "Do what the bear says."

Today was the first day of high school. It went kinda like this:

Welcoming assembly, stress, stress, stress, Speech Intrerp, lunch, stress, stress, stress.

Well, maybe not that bad. I did get lost four times before my first class due to being new to the building and misreading my schedule three times. My Sophomore friend, Thorn, introduced me to two of her friends in Speech class: Jack and Jess. Jack was clad entirely in black, was wearing dog tags (real dog tags. Like, the ones dogs wear) and had purple hair. Jess had a white shirt and blond hair pulled back into a pony tail. Jack had a box of Milk Bones (you know, dog biscuits) in front of him on his desk (we're allowed to have food and stuff in there). Before class began, Jess reached into the box, pulled out a treat, and commanded Jack to sit. Very obediently, he leapt from his seat and sat, dog style, in front of her desk.

"Lay down, Jack."

He did.

"Roll over."

He did.

"Good boy."

She placed the dog into his open mouth and he ate it.

Ewwwwwwwwww! I told him that was gross, but Jess replied that they were more nutritious than the school lunch. I told Jack that it would give him dog breath. He pointed to a label on the box that proclaimed that the biscuits made breath smell better. Fine, so he'd have good dog breath. It's still dog breath.

He put the box away and took it out later at lunch. That's all he ate, except for my pretzels, which I gave to him because I couldn't finish them.

High Schoolers are soooo weird. I suppose I'll get used to it though.

Jack let me look through his notebook during lunch, and he is an AMAZING artist. His book is full of awesome, manga style drawings. They look like professional stuff. Maybe I've finally found someone to illustrate my manga scripts. That should be fun. I just hope he'll agree. I feel like a child compared to all the upper classmen, but I suppose all Freshmen feel that way. I'm expecting my high school life to be great, so I'm just going to have to get over that.

Sing a Happy Song

Sorry I haven't been updating at all lately. I haven't been able to get on the computer much because Dad's been working on this big project and hasn't wanted my brothers or me getting online. I've only been able to check my e-mail, but I asked if I could update my blog and, as you can see, the response was affirmative.

School starts up on Monday. I'm excited to finally be going into the high school, and a little intimidated. Those of you who read my blog regularly already know that I plan to graduate a year early so that I will be able to go to Japan as a foreign exchange student my Senior year. In preparation for that, I have written out all the classes that I hope to take in order to do this. Doubling up on classes and squeezing in all the honers and AP courses I could, there was no room left on my written schedule for any choir classes. This means that *sad sigh* I would be unable to be in any of the school musicals. So, assuming that I am able to get into all the classes I wrote down, one of my life goals of making lead in one of them (I would have only gotten one shot anyway, seeing as only Juniors and Seniors are allowed to be in those anyway) would be forever unfulfilled. Then, all of a sudden, I get this wonderful news. You no longer need to be in choir to audition for the musicals! Not only that, but there's going to be one this year (I think it's about Huck Finn, but I'm not sure) that everyone can try out for! Yay!

I'm so happy. God is so loving on me right now. I doubt if I'll make a big part if I do try out, but I'm going for it anyway. We'll just see how things turn out.