My Secret Passion

I'm not sure why, but I have a huge love for hunting down and swatting bugs. It's so rejuvenating! Yesterday there was this humongous fly in our kitchen. He was really annoying and I had tons of energy so I took it upon myself to be its killer(I usually let the spiders do it. I like spiders... except for black widows. They eat flies. Have you ever read Be Nice to Spiders? Holy cow! Such a good book! It will change the world.). Anyway for some reason I was determined to swat the fly while it was still in the air so I was chasing him around all over the house. So fun!! Let's just say it's amazing what a little bit of not playing tennis can do to you. Finally after my mom started getting frustrated because I was making the house shake, I decided to just get rid of him. He had innocently landed on the side of a counter. On top of the counter was a nice china bowl. Without alerting the fly, I cautiously set up my shot and slammed a perfect forehand . I whacked the fly right on the nose, but the only problem was I had added some top-spin(which I do improperly) to my swing. I brushed up with the fly-swatter and suddenly the china bowl on the counter went sailing across the room and landed in the sink. What an experience. Luckily the bowl didn't break, but it made me realize just how much I look forward to hunting down flies and other bugs. I can't wait to start going,"moth hunting," in my basement with my dog this summer(I find them and she eats them. We're a good team.). Anyway so there's my new joy. Why am I writing about this?! I really need a life.

All the world needs

Spagettios

AGGH! I've been feeling so stressed today. Why? "Stress stinks." What's the use of it? It just makes your eyebrows hurt. I'm very much against stress. I think it was invented by the communists. Is anyone else feeling stressed this week? But I discovered something today. Little kids are amazing at helping you cope with stress. I had three tests today and tomorrow I have two humongous flute thingys in Salt Lake and a piano recital straight after that. I'm surviving now, but last night I just wanted to shoot myself(not really but ya know). But today 2 of my little nieces were visiting and I got to babysit. First we watched,"Odette," then we ate,"espettios," then we made paper bag puppets and read books forever until we all fell asleep on the couch. It was so relaxing. I really can't remember the last time I had a conversation about living in the sky and not being able to get food or use the telephone. And I definitely can't remember how long it's been since I've indulged in a burping contest. Anyway I was just surprised at their power. Being a youngest child I don't always get little people to play with. They're great. They help you relax and forget things. Man I envy all you people with younger siblings! I'm sure they can be annoying sometimes(after all that's their job) but isn't the camaraderie great? Ohmigosh! That word was on a multiple choice practice test in English today! And it has communist connotations! AHH! Anyway I wish I had a younger sibling. Someone to boss around and tease and play sports with. I hate being an only child. I guess I'm just missing my fiancee again. Well, I like fudge and I'm too tired to write anything else coherent so g'night.

PS Marie Calenders

Tennis Skirts

Well I'm frustrated. Yes that's right I haven't written a blog forever but when I finally do I'm frustrated. So read this at your own risk or if you're curious about the effects of tennis skirts on an innocent girl's life. So it happened again. I was out playing tennis against my garage today(in a tennis skirt naturally) and I've come to the decision that...well maybe I haven't quite come to any decisions yet so I'll start from the beginning and you can give me advice, or just ignore this cuz it might be kinda strange if you haven't heard one of my nylon or tank-top speeches. So one day I was out playing tennis against my garage(in a skirt) and all of the sudden one of my neighbors who's like 20 and scary and doesn't always go to church starts walking up my driveway. First I thought he was just walking through my yard(people do that because of my yard's convenient location), but then he just kept standing there. So I look over at him expecting him to ask a question about our phone lines(cuz his family kinda ran into our phone box with one of their 4-wheelers) but what does he say?"I don't believe we've met."Argh! It was horrible! I was just trying to play tennis, I had no intention of flirting with some weirdo. He just kept talking. Couldn't he tell I was out there to play tennis with the garage?! So anyway that was episode one. I wasn't going to let that stop me from playing tennis in my front yard so a while later I got out there in my neon green skirt to show my resilience and keep in shape with my tennis. But there he was on his front porch just standing there staring at me. Freaky. Anyway but I stayed strong and continued to play tennis because I like tennis and I want to get tan. So then things settled down for a while. I got busy with school and took a break, but today I decided I was feeling fat and needed some exercise. So I got out there in my plain white and black Adidas skirt and started hammering away. I was doing really good too. But then slowly people started accumulating at my neighbors house. Now you have to realize they're the only people who have somewhat of a view of my driveway so I feel justified enough in wearing a tennis skirt. Plus what else do I wear when I play tennis? Sometimes I get the feeling people think I'm just showing off. So anyway I was there first, but then some kind of group of monkeys started forming at my neighbors house. But I didn't care. I was enjoying myself and it felt,"so good," to finally be out playing tennis again. But then a strange incident occurred. The ball hit the crack on my driveway and I did a terrible swing and the ball went over my other neighbor's fence. So I walked around our backyard into the garage and got another ball. But when I came back, there was a ball just sitting there next to the fence, I was sure I hadn't missed it before. But it was in my yard so I stuck one ball in my spandex and continued hitting. But then the group of monkeys I could tell commenced at trying to get my attention by whistling. Hymph. I was having a good game day and I wasn't about to stop. However, when I heard someone say the word tennis I decided I'd been out there too long and went inside cutting my tennis secession short. So what's the deal? Do I not have the right to play tennis in my own yard anymore? Do I have to wear shorts instead of a TENNIS skirt when I'm playing TENNIS? I'm frustrated. Now I'm scared of going out there. I'm gonna spend the rest of my life cooped up in my house getting fat cuz I won't be able to play tennis. I just don't understand it. Do those guys think I go out there for them? Do you think it has ever occurred to them that I go out to practice my tennis and when a girl plays tennis she wears a tennis skirt?Anyway maybe I've come to realize that tennis skirts can get you the wrong kind of attention. But why? I guess this shows you the power of the way you dress. Maybe that's why girls have so much power...or so little whichever way you look at it. But tennis skirts are wonderful! I don't want to transition back to shorts! They move all over the place and can't hold balls worth beans! It just not fair. I don't want to be whistled at but, I do want to wear tennis skirts! What should I do?! Well g'night.

J'ai Fini!

Finalement, j'ai fini! I'm done! I feel great! No more stress and stupid interviews! Whoo! I can finally move on with my life! Never again will I answer the question,"what do you think of the culture in France?"or"tell me about your leadership positions." Interviews are over-rated. It's all lies! Lies I tell you! Chezzy questions deserve chezzy answers which promote phony-ness and ambiguity. I wore glasses to my interview today(along with my contacts) and nobody ever knew how fake I was. Do interviewers really think they're getting the real person in a matter of minutes just off of how well someone presents his/her self? One day I'm going to go into some crazy interview and ask real questions like,"what color is your toothbrush?" and,"how many pairs of socks do you own?" Anyway I'm happy. And I'm finished. I need to put up a picture of something that makes me feel good...hmm how bout this?

Summer

I'm ready for summer! Lately life has been pretty blah. I was looking through pictures for my annoying sterling scholar portfolio over the weekend (I'm finally done! Whoo!) and I discovered how great my summer was last year and how much I should've appreciated it. This year summer will be nice since I'm graduating and I'll get to move my liripoop to the side (yes look that word up it's my new favorite) ,but then again it won't be so nice because I'm graduating and I'll have to work and make money. Summers will never be the same again(until I turn sixty-five and retire unmarried). But I'm still excited for summer, cuz I've pretty much had enough of gross wintry air and runny noses. Yep that's about it. Sorry I don't feel much like writing today. I haven't felt much like eating or going to school today either so I'm trying to trick my mom into thinking that I'm being productive. Anyone else excited for summer? I think school was over-rated after about the first hour of the first day in kindergarten. Actually that might be over estimating. Oh! I've forgotten to analyze something. Let's see. School is the pits because it always has been and summer is great because there's no school and I miss France... and I'm probably in a bad mood right now and I need a life so I'm going to stop writing. But here I'll put a beautiful picture of Versailles up so you don't think I'm too...querulous today.

schizzed out pleonasm

Here I sit in a commodious colossus, trying to be seminal and recalcitrant by burgeoning my loquacious elocution as a paragon for the latent cavorts as if I were cogent and gregarious. Daft! I am not deft, nor do I use the proper cadence for such meritorious entomology. I redact and recapitulate my myopic circumlocution like an ostracized tome. I am a voluminous pariah without verbosity! I need to be placated.

I'm Hungry

I'm hungry. My church started at one o'clock today(for the first time in my life) and it was fast Sunday. I almost died. Why did I almost die? What's the deal with food? Sometimes eating food feels great and sometimes it's painful. Sometimes we just can't stop eating and other times we don't eat a thing. I'm probably the kind of person who likes to snack all the time. That's right, I'm that annoying girl in the back of a dead silent room, feudally trying to open a bag of chips without anyone noticing. And I even carry around a back up supply of food just in case. But then again sometimes I forget to eat. It's kind of weird. A couple days ago I had to go to school early so I didn't have time for breakfast. I was in the middle of my second class(which was French where you can't eat) and realized,"Wait a minute I haven't eaten yet!" So I thought,"Oh well, I'll eat between classes." But then I forgot to eat between classes and after that I had a meeting at lunch and forgot to eat again. I got home from school and went straight to practicing the piano cuz I had piano lessons that day. Then I went to my lesson and came back excited to practice my new music. Anyway it went on and on like that. Finally I realized it was 6:30 at night and I still hadn't eaten a thing all day. I felt fine. I wasn't really hungry, but I thought I probably should eat something to satisfy my mom, so I finally did. But then why do I have such a hard time with fast Sundays? Sometimes I almost faint on fast Sundays. Yet, I die when I eat out too much. I wonder what it is? Some people see eating just as a necessity. Others do it for pure joy. Which one am I?Which one are you? Well I don't care anymore!All I know is that it's fast Sunday and I'm hungry! But ya know, I met this lady in France who was a baptist or something and she would fast for weeks at a time. When we asked her how she did it she simply said,"Faith." Maybe I just need more faith to survive fast Sundays.

A Nostalgic Blog

Well the other day my family held our traditional Christmas Party at my cousin's house. Like every year, it was really boring, but this year I noticed that it was exceptionally boring and I couldn't figure out why. Then I realized what it was. My fiancee was missing. Usually at boring family parties like these we'd hold hands together on a love seat and dreamily say to everyone,"We have an announcement to make." But he's gone now. This will be my first Christmas without him. I think I've been getting along pretty well since he left, but now that Christmas time is coming around, he's supposed to be here...but he's not. I think it's finally starting to hit me. Today I was out shoveling snow by myself. I was worried for some reason that I was going to get hit in the face with a snow ball, but it never happened. Today was the first day in my life that I've shoveled snow without a snow ball fight breaking out. Last year we started playing baseball in the snow. I wasn't very good at making the broom(bat) contact the snowball. When I finally did though the pitcher had "mistakenly" thrown two snowballs to me. One hit my broom and the other hit me smack in the face. Sigh life's getting to be depressing without my fiancee around. It's like watching a Shakespearean play without the comedy relief. But nevertheless the play must go on. I probably miss my fiancee a ton I guess, I just try not to think too much about it. My cousin just returned from his mission on Friday so I'm probably just jealous. Anyway as long as I don't ruin Christmas for myself. I just need to remember that we're still engaged.

The Great Dictator

Well I've selfishly been watching a whole bunch of movies lately from the library ( I get free ones without over-due fines) so I thought maybe I'd start analyzing some of them when I have the time. Last night I watched,"The Great Dictator," with Charlie Chaplin(and it wasn't a silent movie surprisingly). It was pretty good I guess. It was basically just Charlie ridiculing Hitler. He plays both Hitler(Hinkel) and a Jewish barber and combines them creatively for a good ending. But even with all the jokes and slapstick comedy thrown in, the WW2 and holocaust things still hit me like they always do. I just can't imagine such barbaric things going on. How lucky we are to live in such a sheltered environment. Last year I interviewed a lady who lived in Europe during WW2 and her experiences seemed so real and personal. Her dad was a Jew, but he didn't look like one and he hid all his records. German soldiers used to come into their houses and take all their butter and good clothes. She and her sister used to hide English pilots in their barn. It was so fascinating, yet so intense and astonishing. How did it all happen? After I finished watching the Great Dictator I thought,"They for sure most have made this movie after the war or else they would have been in trouble." But then I learned that it was made in 1939, during the war. It was Charlie Chaplin's own fight against inhumanity and showed his views on what he thought a good government should be. After seeing Normandy and the American Memorial in France I was even more flabbergasted at the hardships people went through during this time. I guess all this WW2 toughness stuff just came back to me after watching this movie. It's pretty good and strangely funny, yet powerful. You should see this sometime. Well I spent too much time on this so now I need to make corn and frosting, do the dishes, vacuum, get ready for choir and practice the piano all in 8 minutes. Think I can do it? Me neither but I have to so bye.

What Now?

Now that girls tennis season is officially over, my life has ended. What do I do now? Everything has become extremely boring and I don't have anywhere to release my energy so I get restless and can't focus on anything at school. My once overloaded calendar now seems almost empty and I can feel myself getting fat. My reflexes are dieing and I really miss the drug-like rejuvenation I got from playing tennis. I guess we sure had a fun year though. We took 2nd in region and lost in the second round at State in close games(not sets) to the State champions. Both Elena and I lettered and got All-Region academic honors and I got All-region sportsmanship for Mountain View. Who could've asked for a better season(besides losing to Timpanogus!!)? I'm just going to miss panting after running down balls at the base line and the confidence earned from hitting a "stick it" volley at the net. I never talked too much about tennis at school cuz I can easily get carried away with it(obviously) and I didn't want to bother everybody, so now I'm finally writing about it instead. But what to write now? What to do? It's over! Sigh, it was just intense and exciting. I need to write something though so I don't forget it all... so I guess I'll write down some of my favorite moments and things I've learned from tennis. Probably my favorite match we played in tennis this year was the one against Lone Peak @ the region Semi-finals. Lone Peak is always huge for me cuz Lone Peak was the only match I lost in seasonal play last year. Elena was dominating as usual and I was playing so hard and split-stepping so much that my socks were falling off my feet and getting stuck at the bottom of my shoes. Both teams were playing their best and we had to win it in a tie breaker. It was so awesome! We worked so hard to win and it payed off, even with their not so perfect calls. I miss tennis! I know this might sound bad but it just goes to show you how well temptation works. I miss my uniform! Yes! I miss wearing a tank-top out in the sun and getting tan beautiful shoulders and legs! Now I don't have an excuse to wear more skimpy things and I'm forever going to have to struggle with a farmer's tan on my arms for the rest of my life. I guess tennis and modesty and I have had somewhat of a struggle. But you know what? I honestly enjoyed it! Okay I'll repent now. I'm also going to miss my tennis snacks. Fruit snacks, Croutons, Pickles, gatoraide, Bananas just to name a few. They just won't taste the same without the rest of the MV tennis team. Also I don't have any reason to do intimidating things like wearing a Lone Peak shirt to school, pointing at people, and practicing my grunting. Plus anytime my knee hurts it all comes back to me. Well Anyway I'm just going through post tennis season depression so you can ignore all this. I just don't know what to do anymore. I even find myself not remembering what to say when I'm talking with people. I need to find something to get busy with so I can distract myself. Have any suggestions? Well thank you tennis. Thank you Elena. Thank you Coach Robert. Thank you "towel girl."

Have a tolerable day( I hope I'm allowed to say that).

PS Please ignore the funky tan line in the picture. I did not put it there. And we weren't too excited about having our pictures taken during the suspensefullness of State either.

My first attempt at putting up a picture

Well I'm actually putting up a picture for once and seeing what I think of it. Well? What do I think? I think I have some dang cute nieces!

Sacking the Buck

I just had the craving to say that I sacked a buck today. No I did not bag one I sacked one. Did you sack a buck today?

Why You Shouldn't Be Late For Church

So I confess I was late for church this morning. I'm just an idiot when it comes to sleep and it's not my fault church starts at nine. So I took my own car instead of going with my parents. That was a problem. On the way home my car wouldn't start. So my dad got this cable thingy out and attached my car to his. I had to steer my car in neutral and make sure the cable was tight while he pulled me. It was one of the worst experiences of my life! The trust I had in my dad was tested at the expense of my life!(And I don't trust people that much) On our way out of the parking lot the cable unhooked. The breaks were so insensitive and I felt helpless! Luckily the car didn't roll into anybody. We hooked everything up again and someohow we made it home without the cable unhooking and I survived. But gosh! I like to think that I'm a pretty calm person in most scary situations and don't let things get to me too much, but this I guess was too much! I was shaking like the whole time and I almost died! The bottom line is I should probably trust my dad more. Etither way I'm never going to be late for church again!

The Hand

The other day I was working at the library(pretty much all of UEA I've been at the library!Cheap!). It's a pretty slow boring job if you think about it. You do the same thing constantly as fast as you can, but everyonce in a while something interesting happens. There's a place in the library called the back room where all the books come. I was there unloading books from the book drop to check them in and suddenly I hear,"Gasp! I see a hand!!... Oh!There it is again! Mommy! I can see a hand down there!" Ofcourse the hand was my hand. I'd stop unloading books and start again and this little kid would freak out every time he saw my hand. It probably sounds really dumb but I get so bored at the library that it totally made my day. One girl who worked at the library used to make hairy gloves and stick them up through the book drop. Can you imagine seeing that? People do lots of weird things with the book drop. Sometimes they send in candy or have conversations with you or their books("bye bye books, bye bye cinderella, bye bye movies,")through the book drop. Today I was in the backroom by myself and someone came up to the outside drop and just shook it for a few seconds. It was kinda scary. Strange stuff happens at the library. One time I found a toothbrush sitting on one of the shelves. Just sitting there... Then sometimes people send in the nastiest books. One time someone sent one in that was covered in onion powder or oil or something. Anyway it smoked and sneezed everyone out so we had to bring in fans. Some people thought it was a terrorist act. You can always tell when someone smokes who burrowed a book. Awk! It's disgusting. Ofcourse only slightly more disgusting than the books from people who wear way too much colone. Then there are the books with teethmarks, and toliet paper, and hair and ... um never mind just yucky books. Plus when it rains everything comes in sticky.Anyway the library's a weird place to work. You never know (or want to know in)what you'll get. But it's fun enough and makes money. Except it pretty much ruined my UEA vacation. But hey I get free movies.

Disgustingness

Well I'm finally home and what time is it? 9:51!! As usual. It's not fair! When did all this junk get mixed up with my life?! I probably shouldn't be talking, cuz lots of people are much busier than I am, but for me, being at least somewhat busy is huge so I have to complain about it. It's cheap! Today wasn't even my busy day of the week and I still got shafted! On Mondays I go to school, hurry home and go straight to scary piano lessons at 2, than straight from there to tennis which goes from 3 to 5 than flute lessons from 5:30-6:30, but now since I have this stupid prep class I go to that in provo from 5:30 to sometimes 9 instead. Then when I get home from that at like 9:30 I need to practice the piano(she requires 5 1/2 hrs a week and you get double credit if you practice the day of your lesson, so practicing on Mondays is essential). By then it's about 10:30 and I haven't eaten dinner or done my homework and my parents still want to have "family" night. It's not fair! I love tennis and other stuff that makes my life exciting, but I love sleeping and eating everyonce in a while too. Sometimes I like to write my schedule down on our calendar on our fridge just to keep track of everything... it's not a very beautiful fridge right now. The other day my flute teacher wanted to reschedule my lessons and there wasn't a single free spot left on my calendar for the next two weeks! I'm an idiot! The past couple of days I've been so exhausted, I've just come home and gone straight to bed without changing my clothes or brushing my teeth(or taking out my contacts...Ouch!). I don't know though maybe I'm exaggerating. I like to keep myself busy. Otherwise I'll think. When I think nothing works right(thanks a lot cerebellum!). Tomorrow is the region tennis tournament. We're seeded 2nd and we have a buy first round which means we're automatically going to state!Isn't that exciting? But I think I'll be really depressed when it's all over. My life will just...end. I was looking forward to doing pit orchestra this year so I could just transfer my busy-ness over to that, but thanks to me I'm not. It's really quite depressing. A little break might be good for me though. Ever since France last summer I haven't quite been able to catch up to everything.But I don't like being caught up. But I don't like having a neglected dog who needs a bath either.Well now I'm supposed to go start my homework and eat dinner. I don't want to. I really like writing down my complaints(I'm sure you haven't noticed). But I'm probably really starting to annoy someone if they've actually read this so I should stop. Hey! Conference weekend! I get the whole house to myself and the chocolate icecream! I'm pumped! Or I will be if I don't lose tomorrow... I'm not losing!!! I hate losing like nothingelse!! Hymph! G'night.

Don't read this! Your life will never be the same

Well I'm finally writing a blog again after so many months. Why? Don't ask me, but I'm writing this now so deal with it. Jk. I guess I'm just feeling like a sinner for not writing a blog. It's been so long. So here goes...if I can think of anything to write...Well let's see, I just watched Suspicion with Carey Grant and Joan Fontain. Ever seen it? It's not your typical Hitchcock movie. I wasn't all too impressed with the plot and nothing amazingly intense ever happened. But the music was funny. Hmm it's raining. No wait a second that's my dog walking. We need to cut her nails. She hates that. I don't like seeing her cry. Well... Oh! I'll give my thoughts on rain. I love rain! It reminds me Fred and Ted and the spring and smells, "sooo good." Rain makes everything seem more jubilant and fresh. It's only scary when your windshield wipers on your car don't work and you're driving on the freeway(my mom was driving, otherwise we would have died). It rained pretty hard today and yesterday and the day before that. What's the deal? It's September! How deceiving rain can be. Oh speaking of the rain last Thursday, it was so awesome! We had a match against Lone Peak(that's huge!!) in the rain. We won the first set 6-2 and lost the second 2-6 and were up 5-3 (!)in the third set before they called us in because of the rain. Talk about frustrating! But holy cow it was fun! You'd toss the ball to serve and it would swoop out of reach because of the wind. And then you could just slam things and they wouldn't go anywhere. I've never been so drenched in my life, well that is without standing underneath a gutter. I guess hair can be a problem in windy, rainy circumstances. Like in our match against Lone Peak. Man I wanted to eat my hair it was so annoying! Ofcourse the Lone Peak people had perfect hair the whole time. Hymph. But their calls weren't so perfect. Communists! Seriously there was this one time when my partner was serving (I'll give them some credit cuz she has a really fast and strong serve, but this call was just disgusting) and she serves the ball(it was pretty obviously in) and the LP girl returning the serve goes for it and totally misses and says,"nice serve." So I say,"beautiful serve Elena!" and start walking to the other side of the court. But then the other Lp girl who's call it is says,"It was out." ...Isn't that just terrible? I mean her partner went for it and said nice serve and than we were changing posisitions and then she says it's out? Ridiculous! If there's any doubt in your mind it's in, plus you can't wait that long and then make your call.Argh! They had too many of those for me. Maybe they were sincere honest calls, but I highly doubt it. I notice lots of the time Elena and I call balls in that are out just because we're not completely 100% sure. It was so frustrating! Every point really does make a difference. You only need 4 points to win a game and momentum has a huge role. I'm convinced we would've won the second set or finished the 3rd before they stopped us if they had just been more honest! Gosh I'm being pretty negative huh. I just feel like I need to complain to somebody. I don't have anyone to complain to anymore now that my bro is gone. I guess I haven't been so lively and excited this year have I? Well it's cuz I don't have anyone to annoy. I need that! So sorry whoever is reading this blog. You're a victim. Just accept it now. I guess the Lone Peak match was pretty fun too though. Last time we played em this girl kept hitting down the line shots on us, but this time we were ready. She didn't get a single down the line shot off us when we were up at the net. Ha! If you make bad calls you pay! And we noticed that she wasn't so good at returning down the line shots herself so we got revenge. Yes! Sorry if you read all this tennis junky stuff, but Man I love sports! You can be mean to people and blame it on competition. JK, no they're just so fun. You're actually doing something. I hate just sitting around and talking to people. I mean we all just say the same things over and over again, that is if we say anything at all. Seriously sometimes you can sit and watch a conversation with people you know and almost predict what the next person will say and who will say it. I prefer not to talk so much. I don't like people knowing every detail of my life. It's a lot easier tolerating other peoples sometimes monotonous conversations than feeling stupid saying the wrong things constantly. Plus it's fun to practice looking like you're actually listening sometimes. Sometimes. There you go. Look at that I'm analyzing things now. Rain, Tennis, Sports, Conversation. I should be a Junior again! Oh and speaking of tennis and conversation, I think who you're around really does effect what kind of language you use. When I play tennis I used to say,"do you have a ball," then it turned into," you gotta ball?" and now sometimes I'll find myself saying,"you gots a ball?" It's pretty sad. It's everywhere. My family has attendancy to talk very formally. It's kind of gross. One of my brothers hit it right when he said we all talk like the Hardy Boys. For example if you're somewhere and you want to ask someone if you can help, most people would say,"you need some help?" ect. But people in my family would say,"can I be of assistance?" It's pretty depressing. My sister in laws make fun of us all the time. I don't know if formal speaking is a good thing or bad thing. My sister did her thesis on that I think. Well I'm still writing and it's almost one. I just don't want to go to bed. I took a nap today. That was a problem. You're my hero if you read this blog this far. Why do I keep writing. Stop! Stop!! I think this blog counts as my journal cuz I haven't written in it forever. It's much easier to type. Oh word processing teachers are communists !I almost type faster than the teacher, yet I get a 5.5 out of 10 because I haven't improved by so many points in 5 days?! I don't have anywhere to improve from! Communists Pigs! Well I probably need to stop writing now. Maybe I will. No! I won't! Fine I'll go eat something and try to sleep. What should I eat? I really want A&W rootbeer right now. No maybe some corn on the cob. Dang! We don't have either of those! Well g'night.

France Junk

Well this'll probably be a pretty lame blog and somewhat self-centered(fred!) but if any of you actually care, and I'm sure you don't, some guy that went to France with me took 3,000 pictures and made a website for everybody. So if you're sick of me not knowing what to say about my trip(which was like a month and a half ago! Wow the summer goes fast!) you can look at these pictures and stuff. By the way I'll have you know I was part of the "fun group" from Utah.Just in case you were worried about that. Well anyways here's the site:
france.lifemontage.com

It has a bunch of pictures of a bunch of stuff that I'm sure you could probably care less about. But if you ever get extremly board feel free to look at these. Oh and I'll also have you know that I've seen all this stuff, but I'm not very good at talking if you haven't noticed so you'll probably like things better if you just don't ask.Unless you want to be thrown down by my annoying voice and lack of vocabulary.I also promise that no communists have seen this site yet. And I won't allow any of you to blackmail me with the few pictures I'm in. Well sorry you had to endure this blog. I just felt obligated to do something about the hugest chunk of my summer and this seemed to be the easiest way. I hope it doesn't bother you too much. Well have a tolerable day.

Fred Stinko:"Everybodies boyfriend?"

Fred Stinko

Who is he?!

We've narrowed it down.

1)He is known for saying,"Go Katrina!"

2) He is short and has brown hair

3) He's somewhat shy yet kind of arrogant at the same time

4) He may or may not speak French

5) He can be very flirtatious at times

6)He tries to play tennis

7) He'll be a senior at MV next year

8)Natalie knows him from a PE class

9) He wears regular shoes

10) An awkard situation is bound to occur

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Hello summer!

HI! I'm actually writing a blog...and I don't have too!!!! Wow! Well that's about all I have to say. Is anyone who actually has the guts to read my blogs feeling old. I sure am. And the summer is almost gone! It just barely started! Argh! Well hope everyone's having a nice summer, even though...it's almost gone(!). I'm so optimistic huh?