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Friday, December 28, 2007
So I am currently in Las Vegas, which is the first part of our Cali trip. I hate it here. Why would anyone want to come here for more than one day at a time?? There's nothing to do but shop and gamble. It stinks like cigarettes, and my feet are sore. Since my family and I don't gamble, that leaves the options to shopping. The hotel is nice, but we're only here at night. Sigh, at least we're leaving tomorrow. Then I can schmuck around on the beach all I want. Seeing as it'll be about 60 degrees, that won't be too much. Hey, that's better than the snow in Utah. Ah, Christmas was a blast. I got a guitar!!! She's so purty. I named her Audrey. For some reason, I really love that name. I think it has to do with Audrey Hepburn. Oh, my gosh, this is so random, but I've been having the worst dreams the past 2 nights here. First, I had a dream that I failed 3 classes on my report card, and then I had a dream that a series of murders were taking place in my house and I witnessed all of them. Gah, it was horrid. Now every time I pass a place in my house where I saw people die I'll cringe. I'm such a crybaby, you shouldn't pay attention to what I say. Heck, why are you even reading this? |
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Monday, December 10, 2007
Ah, what a pleasant day. It began by my abrupt awakening at oh, about 7:13. My mother's shrieks interrupted a lovely dream about Zach, and caused me to look at my clock and realize that I had 7 minutes to get ready. We left at 7:30 to get to my school, got there at 7:45, giving me the oh so generous 5 minutes for me to put my cello in the orchestra room(first floor), go to the third floor to put my back pack and lunch in my locker, and scramble back outside to my Geography relo. Did I mention how much I love walking through the bitter ice to get to the relos? After an hour and a half of trying to finish my homework for my next class, seeing as I had been so kind to myself the night before by putting it off. After then end of the class, I ran to Algebra 2, also in the relos, but of course in the parking lot 2 floors below. I hadn't been able to finish my homework in Geography, so I didn't turn it in when everyone else did. I just assumed it'd be okay to turn it in later. Next class: orchestra. First half of the period was quite nice. Lunch period started, and I realized that my 'time of month' was also starting. I borrowed some 'feminine hygiene products' from a friend, and was ever-so-thankful that I didn't get cramps. Turns out that I do get cramps. We returned to orchestra after lunch with me practically limping from pain. I tripped the few steps to my teacher's office, and knocked on his door. He swung it open and I said, "I need tylenol." Yes I know that's illegal. But he's cool like that. He said "Wait a minute," and shut the door on me. His office is in the bass section, so I lied down, and stuck my head under one of the chairs. He didn't come out, and the orchestra started playing, so I went and sat down. At the end of class, he finally came out and said that he couldn't give me medicine, and besides, he was out. I groaned and walked with Anna to the third floor. Science class: I really had to go, so I asked my teacher for a hall pass and went to the rest room. When I came back, there was a note from the office for me, saying that I needed to go call my mom. When I got to the counseling center, I called her, and she immediately said "You're in a lot of trouble." Apparently, my Algebra 2 teacher had called her and told her that I was struggling, and that I hadn't turned in the past 3 assignments. I had to go to her relo right after school. |
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Sunday, December 9, 2007
A lot has happened in the past 4 days. 1. I lost my wallet with all my babysitting and birthday money in it ($60), and my friend found it with nothing left in it. 2. My hamster died. (yesterday) 3. I had to play the cello for the stake youth conference this morning. 1. I'm sorry, but that just pisses me off to the point of screaming. I'm completely aware of the fact that most people wouldn't turn in 60 bucks because they're selfish enough to not care that maybe someone needed that money. Maybe someone worked hard to earn that money. Heck, they just see all the green and go "Sweet! I'm gonna go buy drugs!!" I don't know what people do with the money they steal. I asked a lot of people what they would do if they found that much money, and all of them except 2 said that they would keep it. That just bothers me so badly. Is there any integrity left in the world?! My friend Cici was astonished that I said that I would turn in that much money if I found it. But I'm more astonished that people can live with themselves after NOT turning it in. The guilt!! It's so nagging! Okay, I'm done. 2. Is it a bad thing that I'm not all that sad that my hamster is dead? I think it is. When my first hamster died, I was all weepy, could hardly breathe. But yesterday, my mom came into my room and said, "I think Momo is dead, Erin.." and I replied, "Oh. Dad can get him out. I don't wanna touch a dead hamster." Am I really that heartless? Poor Momo, I didn't even take care of him. His entire life was inside that cage. What kind of life is that? It was a mistake getting him. I got him a month after Lottie (my old hamster) had died, and I had mainly gotten him as a replacement. When he hadn't turned out as nice as Lottie, I deemed him evil and left him alone in his gloom. So this is a tribute to Momo. May you rest in peace, and may your spirit live happily. 3. What can I say? I played in stake conference. The end. |
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Monday, December 3, 2007
Sweetness! I get to go to L.A. on the 26th of this month! Day after Christmas, baby. 6 days there!! What better to get my mind off of boys? And what more, but we're going to the Hilton, which is on the BEACH! Oh, my gosh, I wish there was a beach in Utah. I would never be at home. And I might actually get tan!! Which also brings the possibility of skin cancer.. But that's not the point. California!! Six flags!!! HECK YES. |
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Sunday, December 2, 2007
All I can say is that school bores the crap out of me. And I'm doing..not so well in Algebra 2. |
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Ah, the other half of my oh-so-pitiful love-life. I'm not even sure if my love-life counts as a love-life, since my feelings are most likely not returned. Ah, I'm pathetic. But my patheticness is not the point of this blog. Daniel is. There's not nearly as much to say about Daniel as I said about Zach, but hey. I met Daniel in my after-school orchestra. We both play the cello, he's sixteen, in tenth grade at East High(yes, the High School Musical East High), light brown/dark blonde, has blue as the sky colored eyes, and is about my height. On my first day for the orchestra, I thought he was hot, but he didn't talk at all. It went on like that for about a month: him not saying anything, but listening to my conversations with the other members of the cello section, and laughing at what I said a lot. We finally took a test to finalize our seating. I sat at third, and I was praying that either Daniel or my friend Dana would be my stand partner instead of the insufferable little Isaac who thought he was so amazing. Luckily, Daniel sat next to me, even though it turned out that Dana was my stand partner(she wasn't there yet). When she came, Daniel sat behind me instead, but was consistently poking me in the back with his bow, finally proving that he could talk. I actually got yelled at a lot for talking to him, but it was totally worth it. Unfortunately, orchestra is out for Christmas, and I won't see him till January. All is well, though. Oh, and might I add: He looks sexy in a suit. Not trying to be a creepy stalker, I'm just saying, it's true! |
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Saturday, December 1, 2007
The first major change that has occurred is Zach. Standing just taller than me in height, he has striking red hair, fairly pale skin, and according to an anonymous source, amazing muscles. Being the son of my art teacher, I see him only on Saturdays, seeing as he goes to a charter school, and even if he did go to a public school, he wouldn't be in my boundaries. I met him about 2 months ago when I went to maybe my third art lesson of the season. I had just evacuated my mother's car when I saw him entering his house through the front door, instead of the side door that I used to enter my teacher's studio. I had seen him before, briefly, as he walked past the room, but he had never so much as entered the room in which my lessons took place. When I entered the studio, I took a seat at a table at which no one else was seated, unpacking my colored pencils and sketch book hastily. Zach creaked open the glass door--which, as I mentioned, had never happened before--and spoke softly to Sydney(my art teacher, and his mother), taking a last glance around before vacating again. I shrugged it off and began to slowly recolor the rich hues of my prisma of a bird. I heard the door open once more, and saw Zach holding a sketch book and a container. Sydney called us to attention, and said "This is my son Zach. He'll be joining you for this lesson." I felt uneasy as he pushed through chairs and sat across from me. I restrained from looking at him for ten minutes, instead staring at my picture, picking at every last imperfection. I finally glanced up and saw his picture. I gasped silently to myself. It was a young boy drawn in a prisma with only different shades of blue. And it was beautiful. I remained silent for another ten minutes, trying to convince myself to say something to him about the drawing. I knew what I'd say: "That's such a pretty picture! Who is it that you drew?" I finally said it. Curiously enough, it led into a 2 hour conversation(I was there for three hours because I was making up a lesson). Every subject we brought up made me feel more and more attracted towards him, but I was--and still am--convinced that love was only trouble. For such a long lesson, it swept past quickly. You know the saying, "Time flies when you're having fun"? That's how it felt. I went home, content with a lovely day. The next day, Lia, my sister, came home from BYU. I was talking to her, and I said "I had the best day yesterday." In reply, she said "Why? Did you meet a boy in art lessons?" I was dumbfounded by her immediate knowledge. "Huh?" I stuttered, "How do you know?" It turns out, Grace, Lia's friend's younger sister, was in the class, and she told Lia's friend's husband that I was flirting with a boy all through art class. He called my sister and told her. Funny how things can travel. Continuing on, I was ecstatic for the next Saturday, even though I was trying to convince myself that I didn't want to fall for him. It was just as fun as the week before, and it continued on this way for about a month. My friend, Anna, was so intrigued by my relationship with Zach--which was just friendship--that she wanted to join the art class also, so she could be a part of our...interesting conversations. When she joined, three other people had joined also. The room was completely packed, and there was hardly anywhere to sit. I finally managed to squeeze in at a table with Anna. Zach was standing at an easel at the foot of the table I occupied. We talked a bit, but not nearly as much as I wanted. After about a half hour, Sydney said something to him, and he left. Dissapointed, I wrote a little note to Anna, saying "He left. :(" In response, she said that she had overheard what Sydney had said to him. Apparently, she told him that he had to leave because the amount of people polluting the area. I felt slightly better, but still remorseful. I assumed that Zach would be there the next week. In the course of that week, I was talking to my sister about what was going on, when she brought up something that Sydney had said to her(Lia had gone to Sydney before I had, and she had joined me at one of my lessons with Zach). Apparently, Zach said that I have the prettiest eyes. The comment made my stomach churn, and placed a permanent grin on my face. "Did he really?" I asked Lia, doubting that I had pretty enough eyes for Zach to comment on them. She rolled her eyes, saying "I'm only saying what I was told." Unfortunately, given time, I thought about it so much that I came up with the more believable solution of, he hadn't said that my eyes in particular were pretty, that maybe he had actually said that I draw pretty eyes(I had shown him a picture of some eyes that I'd drawn). It made more sense, but made me feel crummy again. My next art lesson, I had to go to an earlier class thanks to a piano recital I was having. Zach wasn't there, and I talked to Anna, and she said that he hadn't been in hers either. Feeling even more crestfallen, I hoped that he'd be there the next week. He wasn't, but he kept coming into the room, talking to Sydney about homework. The next week, this past Saturday, he didn't come either. But at the end of the lesson, he showed up for about five minutes. We talked quite a bit, until Sydney shot him a death look, and he said that he should probably leave us to do our art. I have the strangest feeling that every Saturday will be like that, and I should just give it up. I admit, I have fallen for him quite drastically, but if I rarely see him, it'll just result in heart ache. Maybe it's just time for me to move on. |
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I have decided that I have entered a new phase of my life, and therefore needed to create a new blog. It's really not that my life has really been altered so drastically that it will never be the same, it's more that a lot has changed for me. I'll create different posts for each different element. |
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