I'm so glad it's friday!

Oh my goodness. I got a bee stuck in my hair today. It was sooo scary. I thought it was going to sting my entire head. I was out in the field gathering samples of grass to measure. It was nice and warm, but windy, but beautiful, so I was of course, singing to myself. I think I was actually singing "If I Were A Rich Man" from Fiddler on The Roof. Anyway, I was just minding my own business and then a bee just rammed right into my head. It was very rude. Then, he got himself stuck into my bun in my hair. And I was freaking out trying to get him out, and he was freaking out trying to get him out. It was crazy. I was so scared he was going to gobble me up. And every time I would go to brush him out, he would scream. Then I would scream. Finally after about an entire 2 minutes of this I took a deep breath and picked up my glove that I had thrown in a brief moment of terror and put it back on. As I was doing this, the bee was also taking a deep breath and trying to figure out what to do (I know, because I could feel him moving around up there), then I reached up and felt around and ripped him out-- forgetting that he was attached to my hair, which WAS attached to my head, and not I think I may be bald in that spot. Anyway, I threw him, I decided to spare his life, because I figured he was just as scared as I was. But nooooo, he came back for more. He was very angry and came back at my face, but I deflected him at the last second, as he was rocketing at my face at a million miles per hour. I hit him hard and he fell to the ground. It was very dramatic. I squished him and he was gone. Phew.

Why did God make Mondays?

Eh. Today was not a good day. Well, it got better, but it started out bad. First I slept in like 10 minutes, which only giving myself 1/2 hour to get ready is not a good idea when this happens. Then I got to work, and everything seemed fine. Then I realized I didn't have to water all the plants the big green house. Lovely. (But now I have to tomorrow, yuck.) So anyway, I realized this and was happy for a moment. Then I remember that I left early Friday, not having finished the Perennial Rye grass, which is not good. Eh, last week, I started working on that, and after a day I realized I had some major allergies. My eyes got red and I sneezed like 90 thousand times and my nose bled it was awful. Erin told me that it was due to the PR was pollinating, so that was what was going on. Blah. So anyway, I had to start right away on that, which wasn't good because then the freshly picked leaves from last week were no longer fresh. They were nasty and hard and yucky. But that didn't matter, I had to go through two rows of that anyway. It was horrid and I broke so many different ends. It was miserable. Then Erin came and asked me to help Chelsie in the green house. My heart stopped. Literally, just kidding, I was so angry because I was so happy to not have to do that earlier. So I was on my way out there whistling, which happened to be "If I Only Had A Brain" from The Wizard of Oz, and I was ready to do some watering. I grabbed my ipod out of my locker and was on my way. It was a great surprise when I found out that in fact, I wasn't watering, I was clipping! Which, now that I have found the perfect pair of scissors, isn't too bad. So I was happy. I found that clipping is only of my favorite jobs. It's not too boring, as everything else is, and at least I feel destructive. I began clipping happily, and singing along with my ipod. It was great. I was singing "If I only had a...snip..[insert explicit language here] I just cut the wire from my head phones. I was soooo mad. I was livid, but it was my own fault, and it was kind of funny. I just had to laugh. And I don't know why. Out of anger and out of frustration, out of shock and just because I didn't know what else to do. But then it hit. I was going to have to face the rest of the day and it was only about 8:30... I still had a long 7 hours ahead of me. I was soooo mad.

Then the strawberries that I had for lunch were all over my lunch bag. Somehow, I didn't fully close the container that they were in when I left for work, so everything tasted like strawberries. GGGGGRRRR. Oh-- and I am completely sore from yesterday. My family went to Corvallis to an extended family gathering, and a bunch of us went to play softball at a local elementary school. Mom always said that it's fun until someone gets hurt. And I always retorted, yeah then it hilarious... unless that "someone" is me. I got hit in the shoulder with a line drive from my cousin who is probably 26, and it was clear out in left field. It hurts soooo bad every time I move it, but I can't figure out why there is no bruise. Everyone thought I was just being a wimp, but REALLY, it hurts. Not a good day. But here's the good news. Monday's almost over, and then it will be Tuesday!

Does it ever get better?

Okay, So as most of you probably know, I started work this week. It was crazy. My summer is officially over. I go to bed early, and I get up early. I have no time for fun anymore. I have always made fun of Devon for wanting to be in bed every night at 8:00-8:30, but now I totally understand. Last year, I must have had more energy or something because this year, it's hard to roll myself out of bed. During the school year, everything that goes on isn't actually exhausting, maybe for you scholars it's mentally exhausting, but for the most part, that's about it. I come home everyday wanting to sleep and only sleep, and this weekend, nothing sounded better than just being at home. I don't want this, of course, I want the money, but do I want to ruin my summer? Is this what life is like for all the adults? This sucks.

I haven't really done anything all that intersting, worth talking about. I have mainly been doing random things for now. I guess once harvest officially begins, it will be different, but for now, I have planted and transplanted, and cleaned, and watered, and clipped all sorts of different grasses. It will get better, but the good news is that I am allowed to have my handy dandy ipod-- for now. I hear that once we are in the field, they aren't allowed, so that should be interesting. I don't know how much I will be able to handle this. I will probably go crazy.

GLEE!!!

Holy Cow! I am soooo excited for this fall when this show finally starts. I can't wait. I think our school should definitely have a Glee Club. The other day in Choir, we watched some of the random scenes that were on YouTube... here's the extended trailer and, my favorite, their song!It's going to be the bomb-digitty. I can't wait!

Junior Year is OVER!

I'm not even going to try to be optimistic... THIS YEAR SUCKED. Like really, there wasn't really anything good about this school year, looking back. I really didn't accomplish anything, I didn't learn any amazing life lessons, there wasn't a whole lot that happened that was good... well, except musicale. I noticed the other day that it seems that every year progressively gets worse. But next year, I want to have the best year ever. I HAVE to, it's my senior year, and it's going to change the world. Yesterday, two sophomores, Danae and Devon and I talked about college. It was the weirdest thing, it seems like it'should be SOOOOO far off, but really it's not, and unfortunatley I know it's going to go by REALLY fast. I don't want it to. As much as I gripe and complain about East Linn, I can't imagine not being there. It's home. Don't get me wrong, I realize that college is going to rock and that high school doesn't matter after that, but I'm not ready for it not to matter. I still want to be a kid, and in no way am I ready to grow up.

I've always wanted to go to a very large college, I figure if I can not matter, and can easily evaporate into the sea of college humans, then my life will be easy. I wont be known for anything, and I won't be like super competitive and hurt when it doesn't happen the way I want it. And, i wont be like known for every little thing I do wrong. But after talking with Danae and Devon, I think I am going to consider a small school too. I don't know if I want to go to a Christian school, just because I am kind of annoyed with the way Christian schools are, but I suppose I can't just throw the baby out with the bath water and make that kind of statement after only being at East Linn. Idk, I always imagined I wanted to go a public university because I assumed that the music programs would be crazy weird and exciting. Mrs. Grove said that they are very interesting because it is such an emotional art, that you would kind of have to get in touch with all your feelings and emotions... :)But I don't know, I may also just want to get away from the stupid high school setting where there is dumb drama coming out the ying yang, and maybe that's why I don't like the small school idea. Also, Devon pointed out that at a smaller school, there would be more one-on-one time for discussion with a teacher or something, and I enjoy that kind of stuff... I guess I have quite a bit of time to think about this, and I really shouldn't worry too much about it, I just should think about my last summer as a human child and enjoy that. I guess I just don't want to be unhappy. I really want to enjoy college, after all, it is the best time of your life. :)

Late Start

I once read a post by Devon about how she loves late starts from school. She described the thrill she gets out of waking up in the morning and knowing that she can go back to sleep... I however, dislike late starts. I would much rather get school done in the morning and then have early release. Because I am already awake, I don't have THAT much more time then I normally do to get ready for school, so I just sit around and waste half of the morning that could be put to better use. I can be pretty productive in the morning, but not when I don't have a lot of time to get started on something. I know that if I start on something I will just have to stop early because I have to get ready for school. You know? Grrrrr... it's annoying to me. Not that I don't appreciate the effort, or not having to be at school for that 2 ish hours, but still, I don't understand why we can't have early release, it's soooo much easier for people like me who aren't going to sleep in.:)

Finals

So right now I am sitting in Mr. Mac's class room about to take my Jude final. We had to memorize Jude this year, which was A LOT harder to do than Obadiah last year. Or maybe I'm just getting stupider. I told Ethan, who is going right now, before me, to take a half hour to do his, because school gets out in a half hour... I don't think I'll get that lucky though. I seriously don't know if I'm going to be able to pass it, but I really don't care, because I will still pass the class, and as long as I do that, it really don't matter who I do in the test. So yeah, today has been interesting with all the finals, it seems like it's taken forever, but really it wasn't too bad. I may have to retake World Cultures next year, but I'm okay with that, it's not too bad of a class. I remember at the beginning of this year, I vowed to change everything, and from here on out get good grades and work hard and a bunch of other things, but that died off soon. I don't think I have got any A's at all this year, that haven't been all that diligent about anything. I guess I have been getting better about Algebra, and if I don't pass, I will seriously be very bummed. But I'll get over it. As long as I graduate from high school. Lol. The End.

Ice Cream!!!!!!

Okay, so this past weekend was freaking crazy. I did a whole bunch of random stuff this weekend... I went to a big huge school wide bonfire, the ensemble sang at the strawberry coronation, we also sang at a church and it was lots of fun. Taylor and I went to Wing Ming for a early dinner Saturday evening, and that evening the owners of Wing Ming's house burned down. Right after we ate there. They lived right across the street from Megan, and it was totally intense.I also watched "Taken" twice. Sunday was kind of weird, I just mainly laid around Megan's house and watched "One Tree Hill". There was a bunch of random drama that happened that night, but whatever, the weekend was still pretty good. My absolute favorite part about the whole weekend was Friday night. Not only did I watch the school play, for yet the second time, but I also had Shelby Olson's amazing ice cream! Seriously. It was the bonb-digitty. I don't think I've ever had anything as good in my entire life. It was root-beer flavored, and I almost died. It was GREAT. She rocks. She's making that at my birthday party, and my wedding, and my funeral. For sure.