SERBA

SERBA here I come!
Tomorrow begins the incessent and unceasing dancing and communing with dancers. Eeeek! Oh well.
My room is full of the stuff I'm gonna bring. I'm probably bringing more to this than I did to romania even though its' only Wed thru sunday instead of 2 weeks. Everyone else will pack the same though so I might as well. Its only in Durham anyways, two years ago it was in VA. For any of you who don't know, SERBA is a dance festival where you stay in a hotel and take 3-4 dance classes a day and go to a performance and a party at night.
I'm going to be sharing a bed with the conservative Christian homeschooler of the company. I'm a conservative Christian Homeschooler too, but with her you can tell. The day she told everyone she was saving her first kiss for her wedding day kinda freaked some ppl out. There's stuff like that that I plan on doing (not that in partucular) but I tend to keep it to myself and not tell the ppl who obviously aren't gonna agree at all.
oh well, we'll see how this works. I'm also rooming with the 2 anorexic girls. They're both really nice, but they are both the skinniest ppl ever. I've seen worse, but only seen from a distance, not lived with.
I'm a little skeptical about this "joyous occasion" because the past two SERBAs were anything but joyful for me. Hopefully this will be good. You can look for an update next week.

One other thing though is that I have my final in ELP on friday and I havn't really studied at all and I don't know how much I'll study there. hehe. and I have my oral in spanish on Monday. I made the poster for that today but I still have to decide what to talk about and memorize it. Well I have a subject, just not 5 min worth of spanish.
Oh well, off to bed with my sick self I am. I went through three toilet paper rolls just by blowing my nose. And I only kept them in my bedroom too. So that's a lot of toilet paper. Mom finally got some tissues today. ;)
I'm actually in a good mood b/c sunday Jerry told us all not to worry and why so today I've been working on it. I didn't worry. Just felt quite sick at times. But I didn't worry.
oh, and I need to come up with a senior quote by thursday. Will I? probably not.
Its only for the homeschool yearbook anyways, I didn't even order one.
g'night.

An Escapade with Chester

Sooo... story of the day. well, night.
I got home from dance at about 8:50 and was actually going to go to Sips for a little while for their nice little poker night that I've never been to. But I needed gas first. Which was kinda weird b/c we'd just put 15 dollars in Chester Tuesday night. So my mom has this thing about gas stations being unsafe in Durham at night so I brought Katherine along. We got there and I did the little credit card swipe thing and then went to open the gas tank. But i see this yellowish greasy stuff on the car on and behind the gas area. Strange... so I open up the flap thing and lo and behold there is no gas cap. Ack! then I look down and we're leaking. there was already a puddle. small yes, but puddle definitely. So I call mom and tell her Chester lost his gas cap, so she says go ask inside. This is OUR gas station that I go to with Chester. He only likes Deisel and this one has deisel and is right by our house. So I go in and ask the guy behind the counter if they've found any gas caps and he's like... I don't work here. So I asked the other guy behind the counter and he breifly looks and says sorry. So back to Chester and Katherine, complete with matted yellow slippers. I swipe the card again (the previous swipe was cancelled due to lack of action) intending to just fill it up so I could at least drive home and possibly to church in the morning for babysitting. The stupid machine thing starts beeping at me and says go see the cashier. I wasn't about to pay inside with the credit card b/c it wasn't mine, it was moms. So I call mom and am like what should I do? she's like got any cash? just pay with that. So I get my $7 out of my wallet and walk back to the cashier. This is no small walk either b/c deisel is only at the way far out pumps. Pump 11 and 12. So I get in there and pay my 7 dollars and traverse the parking lot back once more. I pick up the nozzle and press the little botton thing and, well... gas starts spewing everywhere. It was quite volitile. The last time I had put the nozzle in the gas tank before the thing said to talk to the cashier, I had pressed the handle in or whatever and it had never released. So I gave half of my car a nice gas bath and nearly scared myself half to death and put the remaining approx half gallon in my car and drove away home. Katherine informed me that she would never come get gas with me again if she could help it and one of my hands was covered in greasy, wet, gas. It still smells a tad even after washing it about five times. So now I have to drive the green van tomorrow. I'm a little skeptical at it's driving capabilities because it is the reason we have borrowed someone else's van and are trying to get a new vehicle.
.......cars are annoying. I decided that after that I would wait to go to Sips until a different day.

k, today was my spanish interview thingie. Ick, ick, ick, ick!!!
So, we were supposed to talk for 5-10 min in spanish and she gave us 3 topics we might get and we'd pick a piece of paper in the room and that'd be our subject. I got the dang stupid bread your arm one. that was the one I didn't have but 2 min of talking on. Plus, the first thing she does when I get in the room is ask me about my allergies in spanish. Of course I don't know how to say any of that stuff so I was like, uh..... No sé. I wanted to get the car breaking down one b/c I was going to talk about how I got my car stuck in the mud at Catherine's house. I'll give you an example of what I was going to say. I mean, I wrote it out and semi memorized it and all that I get out of it is that I can put it on my blog for all the ppl who are taking french. how sad is that.

Hace dos semanas, mi carro atrapó en el barro. El noche antes de cuando mi carro atrapó, dormí en la casa de mi amiga, Catherine. Yo conducía de la casa de mi amiga cuando de repente el carro fue a la derecha de la calle y se detenó. Pisé el acelerador, pero no fue. Miré al carro y una llanta era en mucho barro.
Mi amiga Joanna era en el carro también. Ella pisó el acelerador y yo empujé pero el carro no movió. Nosotros estabamos en una calle pequeña cerca de la casa de Catherine. Llovía, y era un bosque y estabamos en el campo.
Caminamos a la casa de Catherine y dijimos a las hermanas de Catherine a despertaban sus padres. Sus padres y Joanna y yo estabamos vueltos al carro cuando el papá cavó el barro. Arranqué el carro y pisé el acelerador. El coche no fue. Los padres de Catherine empujaron y pisé el acelerador una vez más. El coche fue! Joanna no empujaba, ella solomente miró. Estaba aceite negro en la calle porque del carro, pero el carro estaba muy bien. “Muchas gracias,“ dijimos. Joanna entró el carro, nos abrochamos los cinturónes, y conducí a la casa de Joanna. Entonces fui a casa.

Isn't it beautiful? At least you'll be able to read the names and pretend you can understand.
Today instead of going to dance I'm gonna babysit for these ppl who usually pay $10 per hour. I like money and i'm in debt 162 dollors for War Cry.
Yesterday on the way home from the Japan meeting I was feeling half dead so I stopped at a playground in parkwood and swung by myself for a little bit. Then I went home and felt horrible and cried and wrote out things I missed from my childhood and things that only I remember. then I felt halfway better.

Its spring. dont' you just want to be outside all day? I do even though I'm dang allergic (and can't say it in spanish). I have to see some ppl this week. Else I'll go insane. So if you want to see me call. and I don't even mind traveling great distances. Just not outrageous distances. oh well. Adios.

bedtime prophecy

I really need to go to bed, but I was reading an old prophecy and I found this...

God says get ready. Just get ready. There’s gonna be a time that I’m gonna stir your soul. I’m gonna stir your spirit. There’s gonna be a fire that really just can’t be quenched. You have heard people talk about revivals. You’ve read about revivals, you have heard of sovereign moves of the spirit of God amongst young people. You may have even seen some videos on it. But God says I’m gonna place you at the place where you’re gonna experience it with all of the young people. You’re gonna be part of it. You’re gonna be able to speak of it. And you’re gonna be able to take some of that fire to other places. God says, you’re gonna be part of something that will be unique, and very powerful says the Lord.

Yay. I like that. g'night.

I'm being overrun by 7th graders

It's an invasion. I have the entire 7th grade girls life group at my house. Someone said 13 ppl. I just know there's a lot of em. Good food though. Well, bad food that tastes good. My room is clean. That's amazing. I'm glad too b/c Katherine showed them my room before I got home. I don't really mind, but it's good it was clean or I sure would have minded. I can't breathe. My nose is completely stopped up. Allergies are from the devil. I hate them.
Marissa at dance had a big blister that was like gushing blood today. Oh, and our performance tomorrow. We're last. So I have to stay there forever and miss the entire food fight. Sigh.
I'm gonna go back down stairs now, but I just wanted to let the world know that if you're looking for a 7th or 8th grade girl, come to my house. :)

oh, children...

I am TIRED!!!!!!!!!!!
I hate the dang pollen. who needs pine trees anyways? b/c of allergies I havn't slept well in over a week and if anyone knows me, I need to sleep. Long and wonderfully.

Oh well... sooo, story of the day. Short story of the day. I was sitting outside watching young children play on the playground pretending to be animals such as Tigers, elephants, gnats, and spiderman. Kendrick jr walks out and looks at me and is like are you getting paid? I was like yeah. I thought he was gonna say somthing like why are you getting paid to sit on a bench or you aren't doing anything, or you're being lazy for being paid. Something along those lines. (thats what Daniel Snoddy told me.) But Kendrick comes out with, "Well they'd have to pay me thats for sure" or something along those lines. I thought it was Hilarious. A 10ish yearold (dunno how old he is) saying they'd have to pay him to watch kids play on a playground. HA!
I don't know if it's funny to you, but my brain is tired so it finds random things funny or not so.

Ok, second short and possibly boring story of the day. The sole of my shoe ripped! That's so sad. Moriah, this slightly annoying and quite full of herself girl in the class was like, can you do a split? do it. I said no, but she slowely convinced me and in the process of getting to the floor i.e. trying to slide my sneakers along the ground, one of them ripped a little. The first thing I did when I got home was to repair the damage with duct tape. Hopefully it will be fine.
Jo, I think your sister has my money from today that Kendrick justly noticed I deserved. Well anyways, i don't have it and Aska doesn't have it, so I hope Kristi has it.

Children, sad news. I have a dang stupid retarded performance this saturday and I want to throw food at my friends. Ack! It's at East though so I'll be near by. It starts at 8 but I'm only doing one dance. I don't know what order it's in. If I'm near the end I can probalby come to the first 1/2 hour of yg so long as I don't get dirty and if I dance near the beginning I can come to about the last bit of it. Oh well.
Oh, and this is quite sad and amazingly not even dance related. This sunday is Apple Chill, but this sunday is also a stupid Japan meeting. well the meetings are usually quite entertaining, but I want to go to apple chill with the folks. Sniff. We'll see what happens.

All I want to do is sleep. long and ... well, long.

birthdays and fairy bushes

it's my daddy's birthday. And he had hisself a party. And it was actually fun and lots of ppl came. Even this one family that I had truly never seen before in my life. Weird. There were two guys who we've known forever. They go to Christian Assembly and we havn't been there since I was three. Kinda scary. So Mr. Carr came with his four girls in tow so Kristen and I walked about and sat in the shade of her van. I ate lots of junk food that made me realatively sick and also threw the frisbee with Erika Ladd and astounded her with my age and driving capabilites.

Oh... and I'm going to War Cry!!! it's official. I turned in my money and there's no turning back. I'm excited. I couldn't go the past two years so I missed everyones bad war crys. So this year has to be good. I'm either gonna room with Kristen, or if she isn't going with Rachel Mangum. When I'm there I want to hang out with all sorts of ppl. With Claire from OFY and my whirlwinds and my group and lauren and Alexandra and new people and yeah... It better be good. I might be in both dances. hehe. that might be fun.

ok, so ya know how Lauren is my little buddy at youth group? well she is. Anyways, I was thinking about it today and I think that she has probably been to my house possibly more than any of my friends ever have. Maybe Caitlyn White has been over more b/c I've known her litteraly all my life, but I never see her any more. I remember Lauren's fourth birthday party at Ken's beach house. I remember when she was I suppose three and she would freak out when her mom wasn't in the room. she'd fidget with her fingers and freak out. Ha! I think it's really quite interesting.

I'm just sitting here. sitting, and my heart must be beating and all, but I feel it in my ankles. It's not quite a steady beat and it feels rather odd. Yesterday I landed on the outside of one of my feet and totally feel on the ground. It was kind of scary. Didn't really hurt though. throb... throb... my ankles... they're still beating.
why beating? why not pulsing, or pushing, or bopping?

I got my first sunburn of 2005 today. Not bad or anything. I plan on getting much more. Last summer I did not get even the slightest bit tan at all on my body. No tan lines or anything. THis summer the sun and I will become friends. At least enough for me to get one good burn and be done with it. I'm not obsessed with getting tan like some ppl I know, but they have rubbed off on my enough that I would enjoy being tan if that were possible. at present I'm resigned to my fate.

Mess is surrounding me right now. My room is a mess, my house is a mess, and my family is pretty much a mess. goodness. Now is a time that I am oh so thankful for dance. It means leaving my house five days a week, driving all by myself and going somewhere no one else in my family goes. None of my friends are there, but that's ok. Those girls are my friends, they just aren't my best ones. On Saturday the power went out. That was fun. We just sat around for about an hour and I talked to Kristen on the phone for awhile.

Last week on the way home from dance there were these pink bushes that were so pretty. So I'd watch them instead of the road and hope there were no cars. One the bushes were all pink and just two days later all of the petals were gone.

fairy growths
pink petals
delicate as raindrops
eachone individual
all join together
to make something breathtaking
you glance, then gaze
trying to inhale the beauty
the clean, fresh life
picturesque but powerful
oh what I would do
to envelope that picture
bring it into myself
to be able to gaze forever
just bushes on a hillside
but capped with tiny miracles
baby blossoms open
up to the wide blue sky
the bird chirps it's two notes
over and over again
a roar and a plane soars by
oblivious...
to the tiny miracles perched on that hill
passed every day by thousands
how many see?
seven, six, three
pass once more and look again
half the petals fallen
pass again and look once more
the pink has turned to green
so many miracles in this life
life... full of living
open your eyes, don't just pass
inhale the beaty into your soul
so when your souls in a cloud
bring it out to breathe once more

Olga the Great

Guess who taught my class today at dance? This lady from SAB (school of american ballet) named Olga somthing or other. Lets just say she looks like an Olga. Apparently she had taught Ms. VanDorsten when MVD was in highschool. That is kind of scary b/c VanDorsten has grey hair and looks at least 50. So old Olga walks into class with these ugly blue sunglasses and tights, a leo and skirt, but she is a dancer no longer and therefore does not even resemble the shape she had to have once had. Kind of a scary sight. Plus she talks in a Russian accent and can be hard to understand. My philosophy is just nod and smile, smile and nod. I did that a few times today actually.

So its that time of year again. Yup, time for allergies once again. The time of year I want to scratch my eyes to oblivion and feel like I can't breathe b/c my nose is closed and wish to high heaven that a body could scratch the inside of their throat with something more effective than their tongue. Why did Eve have to bite into that apple? b/c of her I have a very unfun period of spring coming up. Although it is just about the most beautiful weather that ever could exist.

Ok, folks... a little prayer request. My little bro, Christoff has the worst poison ivy ever on his arm. He hasn't slept well the past few nights. Sunday night he only slept one hour. And last night I woke up at 4:30 to the sound of him crying/screaming downstairs. The other day we were eating pizza and his arm was dripping the same color liquid as the pizza grease through a ton of bandages. He has a break down several times a day and him and mom are not doing to good.

I want to shoot my eyeballs out. I HATE allergies. Oh well.
Total change of subject. I've been having really good prayer times lately. Yay. always helpful. I'm reading Come to Papa and it's an awesome book. Oh yeah.
So today I saw Callie Barrow for the first time this semester at Durham Tech's Spring whatever where there is free food and free games and stuff. It turns out the she has had her first boyfriend and been dumped already. HA!!!!! that is so hilarious. I never would have imagined it. hehehe. You have to know who I'm talking about.

So, last week when I was internetless I came up with this brilliant idea to entertain (and possibly make a fool of) myself. I decided to write a mock support letter and send it to everyone on my team. I had an amazing amount of fun with this little endeavor. It was amazing. Anyways, one member of my illustrious Japan team (who will remain unnamed) called me on Tuesday. they were like, ummm... I got your letter and uh, I thought you were going to Japan with us, but it says that your going to Uraguay or somewhere. So I was just wondering... HA!!! they believed my letter. I tried to make if fake and I only sent it to ppl on my team so I wouldn't confuse ppl. That was funny. No offense dear person who I am speaking of, but it totally made my day yesterday and I couldn't think of anything else to write on my blog.

Jo dear, I really want to know why you're grounded. I might try to call you sometime. Or you could make me feel special and call me. :)

I'm still eating craisens. isn't that sad? I brought the whole bag thing into my room and so I'll probalby eat the entire thing.
I got a new pair of jeans yesterday! Yay. They were only 12 dollars and mom paid for them. My favorite pair of jeans got a hole last week or so. sad. Did you know I like dance? I didnt' know until recently. I go through phases. Ah well. off to nowhere I go...

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CRAISINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love CRAISINS!!!!!
Mmmmm... tasty. I have had the laziest day ever! and I LOVE it! I slept last night. at least 10 hours and I wanted to keep going for another 10 let me tell you. This weekend between 3:30 Friday and 6 on sunday I was home less than 2 and a half hours. Pretty crazy. I just finished reading the most creative ppl in the worlds xanga sites and I'm feeling sadly unable to reach their extraordinary hights.
Did you know my little 10 year old brother only slept for one hour last night? and as a result my poor mother only slept about 3.

I just remembered to call dance. I'm so proud of myself. you have to call if you aren't coming to class and I called in 4 minutes before class. That was close. Instead of dancing I will sit right here and listen to rock music and type whatever I jolly well please. peas. keys. tease. zzz's.

This is a rough outline of my weekend. Friday go to dance in Raleighfrom 4:15-9 then drive for forever and ever to Catherine's house and get lost on the way. hang out; sleep; wake up; drive out half of the driveway and get stuck from about 8:30-9 in the dang early raining muddy morning. Drop Jo off home, go to my house, sleep for 1/2 hour. Drive to dance in Raleigh, drive to BTI center, have performance til 9. Which went pretty good. Better sunday than saturday. it was fun and Ms. Yount (not of the Friday school variety) gave us all lots of food and I mean LOTS of food. Then I drove strait to chapel hill(do not pass Go do not collect $200) for a little hang out time at youth group where there was basically only Rachel and Catherine then I spent the night with my little sis at Steph and Angelique's apartment where I watched the end of the game. Probably the most basketball I've ever watched. It was enjoyable enough that I'm contemplating watching the game tonight even if its just by my lonesome. we ate homemade cheesecake. Then talked and slept. went to church in the morning. left about 10 minutes into the waiting is good sermon. Debated long and ####### the way to dance whether to get fast food with my money or stop by home for free food and end up late. I opted for the free food. Then went to dance, then went to BTI center, then performed. Those kids really are fun. Annoying at times, but quite enjoyable. I learned about Mariss' first kiss and Juli's almost first kiss. She is very aware of the fact that she's 16 in public highschool and has never been kissed. See, I don't care about the lack of kissing, but, being that she's just barely Catholic, she doesn't have very high morals. Whatever... So then after the performance I went home and decided I was about dead. I didn't want to do anything. Nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. Then I drove Katherine to Daddy. Chris has some infection on his arm (why he only slept one hour last night) so he was crying and almost screaming so he didn't decide to come. Poor guy.

Cranberries and Raisens plus sugar. How do they make craisens? do they mash cranberries and grapes and dry them? or have they bred a new type of plant? the half grape half cranberry and dry that? Never mind. Craisens have nothing to do with raisens. They're just cranberrys and sugar.
I'm washing my sheet today. Is that not the most amazing thing? I think that in the year and a half of my owning these sheets I have only washed them umm.... twice? I take moring showers though so it doesn't really matter. The olden day ppl never even bathed so I'm doing good. Evolution. Ha!
Wow! I know this song. well, I've heard it before. I'm listening to the radio and as you probably know I am clueless (entirely) about music.

The other day i saw a Hawk in my front yard. It landed on one of our trees and I was outside and it was really pretty. Things like that are so freaking cool. If you want some inspiring speech about how cool nature is you can go visit Ben's blog. I totally agree with him.

Yum...... craisins.