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BIRTHDAY BETHANY!!!
Her Birthday is tomorrow (February 22). So!!! You should all go wish her happy birthday on her xanga. *gasp* I know, Xanga. But! even if you don't have one.... You can sign in as
Anonymous_Birthday and the password is
George and Then go to
http://www.xanga.com/iWiShIwAsAlLaMa And wish Bethany Happy Birthday.
Oh, Bethany is my sister, she's turning seventeen. GO wish her Happy Birthday, even if you don't know her, because she thinks her best friend is going to forget it and while I have more *coughcough* Confidence in him, she still needs lots of happy birthdays. Because I said so and it is your duty as humans. :-D
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Ahhh. *yawn*
No school today.
My computer keeps wanting to restart. At least it asks. My mom's doesn't it's just like *bloop bloop bloop* All the windows close and it's shutting down. The End.
I'm listening to Greenday on Jacob's xanga, over and over just to annoy Bethany. Wait... I'm not supposed to like this.... Oh well.
Debate tournament this weekend. Jacob is going to nationals for his dramatic speech. WOOHOOO!!!!
Valentine's day is over. I celebrated by going home from school early and then calling a friend and handing the phone to Bethany half way through the conversation. He didn't notice.
Yesterday was weird. The house was emptied by 7:15 am. Every one but Daddy and I left at 6:45. In the morning. The night before we were commenting on how it felt like we were going on a trip. My mom is in charge of the food for the tournament, there's only like 300 people a meal or something. She's been shopping and coordinating for the last three weeks. Our freezer was full of lasagna and bagels. And Wednesday night she was going all crazy with last minute stuff.
Hmm... Thankfully I've not seen the guy from Jamaica again. *whew*
Jason, I do have school on Monday, and the Halo thing says it will take 12 (!!!) hours to download. My computer only stays alive for about one. So.... I don't think it's going to happen *sniff*
Later you crazy peoples!!!!
A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes...
Today I went to school. The bus was 10 minutes late when usually it's five minutes early, and then there were LOTS of people on it. So I rode the bus, and talked to this guy from Jamaica, and then my friend got on , but he didn't see me, so he couldn't rescue me from the guy from Jamaica. That was sad.
But then I got to school. And I sat downstairs and read my book for a half hour before going up to class. I climbed the nine sets of stairs and came to the third floor and there in the hallway, hung a banner. I though, "Oh some club is doing something." Since the African American Club is making itself known, it being Black History month and all. But I came too it, and realized that it wasn't really up to their standards. It looked like it'd been cut from a bedsheet, and the painting was obviously done by hand. And then I read it. "WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE MORGAN?"
I thought that that was the sweetest thing. Makes me almost want a Valentine. Almost, but not quite.
To clarify on the Gentleman issue. I LOVE Gentlemen. I do! I just have a little trouble with knowing how to react, since there seem to be an odd lack of them in my life. Not that the guys aren't gentlemen, but that they don't do more than open doors, really. I was not in anyway placing fault or anger on gentlemen, but completely on myself. I am a work in progress, some days the progress is faster than others, and sometimes it seems to go backwards.
You know, I've always dreamed of being a pirate queen and sailing the ocean blue with my ship of hardy pirates, plundering rich merchant ships and freeing slaves. And Now I'm one step closer to my drema, thanks to Marlow.
Now, I have a name.
My pirate name is:
Mad Morgan Bonney
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.
Storms In Africa
At long last, I post. Honestly guys, I don't know why I don't post anymore... I think I've gotten tired of my own nothing words. So I said Enough. BUt! I think of you often, and of things I can tell you, especially when I'm on the bus. You know, about people that ride it and the weather and how the area around Jason's old house has changed and how his neighbor who used to be the Sheriff didn't get re-elected, but became a real estate agent until he got taken to court for stealing his gun when he left his last day on the force and embezzling like $200 or so from the department.
The other night my little seven-year-old sister goes up to my dad and says, "Daddy, do you have any money you don't want?"
Bethany won her American Legion Speech Competition, for her post, because she was the only competitor, and then the District's. She was against five public schoolers. Everyone was in awe. They asked my mom if she was the one who taught her to speak. My mom just laughed and said no. She has some lovely coaches in her speech club in homeschool group. In any case, we are ecstatic about it. It's really a lovely speech.
Middle school reminds me so much of when we did the play, "A Midsummer Night's Dream." There are the King and the girl he likes, and there's another girl who likes him, and he might like her back. And he and the first walk around, you can just picture them in evening wear, long gloves and tiara, while the ladies in waiting hover off a few steps behind, twittering about them. I honestly am coming to HATE middle school drama. Really and truly.
I have to say, when it comes to gentlemanliness, you Yankees have nothing on Southern boys. They're so sweet. Ok, I'll be honest, some of them are. Some are complete jerks, but I"m nearly positive they're not actually Southern. I have a friend who's from Georgia, he moved up here last summer. We ride the bus together to school. He's always so polite, and he'll go all the way up to the third floor from the first, where his class is, to walk me to mine.
And then there are Brian and Tim. They went up north, and while at dinner, Brian pulled the chair out for the young lady he was with, and she got angry at him and the waitress slapped him. I can't even figure it out. Why on earth would they do that? Ok, I admit, I'm not really used to guys doing that, my mom had to remind me to let them be gentlemen and do things like open doors and help you out of cars and carry the groceries and such, because sometimes it seems like they don't think I can do that for myself.
But I am too full of pride. Yup... that's all.
