Moody teenage girls, birthday parties, hiking, and random videos of hyper boys!

MOOD: TIRED!!!! And weird.
Listening to: Circus by Britney Spears (it's stuck in my head)




Nice title, huh? Well it's basically a summary of what I'm gonna type about. So if you don't like the title- then run away!!

Okay. I'm weird, I know. Well, on with the main post!

So, right now, I'm really tired because I didn't get home from babysitting until about 11:10 last night, and then I got up at 8:30 this morning. And didn't sleep very well. Also, for some reason, I feel really moody. Like teenage girls always are in books and movies. And it's really weird, because I'm not normally like that. I think it's because I'm so tired I can't really think very straight (ask Alice, she's trying to chat with me right now!). And talking about moody girls reminds me of this awesome song, 'Mood Rings'. So I'm posting the lyrics. (They're really long but cool, I think you should read the whole thing! Or just listen to the song, it's by Relient K)



We all know the girls that i am talking about
Well they are time bombs and they are ticking
And the only question's when they'll blow up
And they'll blow up
We know that without a doubt
Cause they're those girls,
Yeah, you know those girls that let their emotions get the best of them
And i've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man


Let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings
So we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off
Cause we'll know just what they're thinking, just what they're thinking

[Chorus]
She's so pretty but she doesnt always act that way
Her mood's swinging on the swing set almost everyday
She said to me that she's so happy its depressing(stressed out that its soothing)
And all I said was someone get that girl a mood ring

If its drama you want then look no further
Theyre like the real world meets boy meets world meets days of our lives
And it just kills me how they get away with murder
They'll anger you then bat their eyes
Those pretty eyes that watch you sympathize


And i've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man
Let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings
So we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off
Cause we'll know just what they're thinking, just what they're thinking

[Chorus]

Cause when its black it means watch your back because you're probably
The last person in the world right now she wants to see
And when its blue it means that you should call her up immediately
And ask her out because she'll most likely agree
And when its green it simply means that she is really stressed
And when its clear it means shes completely emotionless(and thats alright i must confess)

We all know the girls that i am talking about
She liked you Wednesday but now its Friday and she has to wash her hair
And it just figures that we'll never figure them out
First she's jekyll and then she's hyde
At least she makes a lovely pair

Mood ring oh mood ring
Oh tell me will you bring
The key to unlock this mystery
Of girls and their emotions
Play it back in slow motion
So I may understand the complex infrastructure known as the female mind


Neat, huh? I like that song.

So now to explain some other parts of that long title.

Today was my friend Hannah's 16th birthday party. It was a lot of fun!!

So, guess I might as well post everyone who was there. The guests were:

Me (of course)
Daniel Pearson
Daniel Rethwill
Megan Smith
Grace Colby
Danielle Green
Christy Gottschalk
Reid Gottschalk

and then the Hamovitz's

Hannah Hamovitz (birthday girl)
Esther Hamovitz
Josiah Hamovitz (he hung out with us for most of the time, so I'm including him).

And our lovely chaperone was
Abigail Pearson.

We hiked up Spencer's Butte. It was fun. We opened presents up there. I gave Hannah chocolate! That's what she asked for!

Well, only one more thing to explain. And this will be the most fun.

So, we stopped at Taco Bell on our way back to the Hamovitz's from Spencer's Butte, and Reid had 2 cups of Pepsi. Hence, he was being REALLY hyper in the car.

Some people were playing music, and he was- I'm laughing thinking about it- dancing along really funnily! So of course, we took a video of him. You guys probably won't think it's as funny, you really need to be there to get the whole affect!!! But anyway, it was great.

And I'm going to bed now! Bye!!!


-Angela

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Okey Dokey

Okay, I'm going to try and post every day. Providing I can think of something to say every day. =P

For now I'm just saying, yay! I'm not sick! I feel perfectly fine now, and that's a good thing, because I actually have stuff to do this weekend!

Tonight (at 6:30), I have a babysitting job. Some people I know have having a game night- for parents only. So a friend of mine and I are gonna watch all their kids upstairs while the grown-ups do stuff downstairs. I know all the kids that will be there, and I need money, so I'm excited!!

Tomorrow is my friend Hannah Hamovitz's birthday party. She turned 16 on the 7th. We're going to hike up Spencer's Butte and open presents up there and stuff. I'm really excited for that, too!!

And, that's about it for today. Note: I still annoy myself. I try to stop annoying myself, but my brain just won't stop!! Stupid brain!!

Bye! -Megan

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Yuck

I'm in a really annoyed, ticked off mood right now. And I feel kinda sick. It's annoying.

I haven't been feeling too great all day, but during band I was fine. And about band, we got new music today! YESS!! And it's GOOD music!! We got this song, 'Italian Polka' that is a Symphonic song! It's not too hard, except part of it has 6 flats!! 6!! (if you don't know about music, sorry!) We also got 'The Entertainer' (by Scott Joplin) and we're doing 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' (weird name!). I like the songs we got.

About being annoyed... well it's partly because I fell yucky. I kinda feel like my rib cage is being squeezed in. It's weird. I hope I'm not sick!! The other part is, I annoy myself. My brain annoys me. What I think about (and who I think about, and what I think about them) annoys me. And I can't really go into more detail than that, sorry.

See y'all sometime.

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Strange...

The weather around here has been pretty weird lately. First it was all sunny, and happy. That was a few days ago. Now it's snowing! It's been snowing off and on all day today (Monday) and it was snowing a little yesterday, too.

Luckily, it's not really sticking. I don't want it to snow, though! I mean, it's almost spring. Come on! I want summer!!

In other news, I haven't been doing too terribly great lately. On Friday, when I was sitting just eating breakfast and minding my own business, I got this sharp, bad pain in my neck. It hurt SO bad! And it didn't stop hurting. After a while, I had to go and lie down in my mom's bed, where I stayed almost the whole day.

I couldn't move, or my neck would get this jolt of pain. It hurt more than anything else I've ever felt, I'm serious. Also, it was driving me nuts, because I just had to lie there- not moving- for hours and hours! I tried to sit up once, and it hurt really bad, I laid back down right away.

At around 3:00, though, I was feeling a little better (the pain medicine had probably kicked in by then). My mom had talked to a nurse, who was worried about me, so I mustered up all the strength I had, and my mom drove me to the doctor's office (about 30 minutes away).

Turns out I had (have) a muscle spasm in my neck. The doctor prescribed some medicine, and stuff like that. But that's not all! I almost passed out in the doctor's office! See, he was pushing around on my neck and stuff, to see where it hurt. But after he stopped doing that, all of a sudden I felt like I was going to throw up, and then I started getting dizzy and seeing bright spots everywhere. So they (the doctor and my mom) made me sit down quickly and put my head between my knees.

It was freaky but exciting!

So anyway, my neck is almost all the way better today, which is good, because I have a concert tomorrow!

Well, that's all for now, ttfn!

Angela

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Another Pet!

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Another story, lucky you.

Here's a story I'm writing for school about New York (yes it stops in the middle of a sentience).


The vibrant colors of a sunrise woke Rachel. “Ohh,” she moaned, and rolled over to look at the alarm clock. 6:13 in the morning. Rubbing her eyes and sighing, Rachel got out of bed and slipped into a pair of padded slippers. The autumn air chilled her room, so she cranked the heat up, and dressed quickly. It would be a busy day for her. Chores, then school, her little brother's football game, and a couple other things. After putting on work clothes, faded, ripped jeans and an old paint-y sweatshirt, she ventured over to the window for a few minutes of peace before the rest of the family woke up.
Rachel lived on a dairy farm with her family; her mother, father, little brother, and older brother. The farm was in New York, near the town of Pleasant Valley. Her mother and father helped run the farm, her big brother worked there, and recently, on her 14th birthday, Rachel herself had been allowed to work there 6 days a week, for pay. She also helped around the house, and worked on the family's small farming land, gardening, taking care of animals, and, to help her mom out, she cooked dinner regularly.
Rachel's window overlooked the side yard, which was empty at the moment. She could see rain falling lightly, the orchard trees swaying in the wind, and more importantly, she could hear cows mooing. “All right, all right, I'm coming!” She told them, and jumped up from the chair she had relaxed in.
Rachel had lived in Pleasant Valley all her life. It was a small town, the population only coming to near 9,000 people. She liked living in the rural area, though, where people didn't care if you wore your pajamas out to get the mail, or walked your dog through their yard. Well, some people didn't mind about the dog. The dairy was outside of the main town area, about 3 miles from any store. The few neighbors they had outside of town also owned farms, but the dairy was the biggest around. Still, it was a small organization. Family-oriented. Rachel walked to the door of her bedroom and opened it, turning the heater down a little bit before she hurried downstairs. Her mom was there making breakfast, her older brother, Kyle, was sitting at the table, and she guessed her dad was already in the dairy's office. “Good morning,” her mother, Lisa, said. Lisa flipped the eggs one more time, and then turned the heat off the burner. Facing her two oldest children, she asked them, “Who's ready for breakfast?” Kyle agreed heartily, and Rachel just yawned. She was hungry, but her brothers always out-ate her, no matter how much her stomach was rumbling. Rachel sat down at the table across from her big brother, nodding him a 'good morning', and poured herself a glass of orange juice. While her mom chattered on about plans for the day, Rachel kept silent, only asking an occasional question, but most of the time just nibbling on eggs and toast, or sipping away at the juice. She let Kyle do the talking.
Kyle was almost 17, a junior at Spackenkill High School (SHS), where Rachel was a freshman. He was a farm boy from birth, had never lived in a major city, and didn't care. He was born in the state of Washington, shortly before his family relocated to New York. His best friends were the cows and the boys on the soccer team, which was the only thing that made him at least slightly prominent in the school. He was a defender on the Spackenkill Spartans, and had been for 2 years. Even though it might have originally made him “popular”, Kyle didn't care a bit for the life of partying and goofing off. He continued to practice in the corn field and spend his free time working on his car or at the dairy, so the popular crowd left him alone. But he didn't care. It's who he was- a farm boy.
He listened to his mom talk, trying not to block it out like he so often did. He nodded replies in the right places (he hoped they were the right places), commented about his plans, and let Rachel ask the questions. Normally he would have some questions of his own, but that morning, he just wanted to get out of the house. When mom finished with her speech and went upstairs to wake up the youngest member of the family, Sam, Kyle turned to his little sister, Rachel. “If you want a ride to school, I'm leaving after 7:15,” he told her. Rachel nodded, and said, “Okay. Sure.” She was glad that Kyle had volunteered his truck. The rain didn't look like it was going to stop, and she didn't want to have to ride the school bus, or arrive at school looking like she had gone swimming in the lake. Her mom and little brother appeared from the stairway, but by then Rachel was finished with breakfast. “I'm going to do chores now, Mom.” she said quickly, and went to grab her raincoat and rubber boots. She opened the front door and quickly stepped outside, slamming the door shut and running to the barn, where the horses were stored. “Good morning Jimmy, morning Sunshine,” Rachel said. She went in, happy to be dry again, excepting the little leaks here and there. She took the brush and ran it through the two horse's coats. Rachel then went over and fed them, taking the usual steps in taking care of the animals. She would have loved to let them in the pasture, but it was wet and muddy, she didn't want to risk one of them breaking a limb. “Bye bye now,” she called, and left the barn. The rain had slowed down a little by then,

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Writing exercises!

So, I was searching around on the web for some creative writing assignments to do for school.
And I found a fun one. It had 5 steps, and you just did one step, without knowing the the next one was, and then go to the next step. It didn't always make sense when you were doing it, but at the end it all fit together. So it was pretty cool. Anyway, here's what I came up with from the exercise (I did 2).

(This first one was based on my best friend, Esther):

Her hands are soft, a lighter brown than the rest of her skin color. She has long fingers, with perfectly trimmed fingernails, brown nail polish starting to chip off.
She stretches her fingers, and lets them fly, pushing down the ivory piano keys with a good sense of rhythm.
Her hands are birds, racing through the sky and seeing all that is below them- a small island, full of flowers, tropical fruits, and the sand and surf. A snowy day in Switzerland, seeing the small crystals falling gracefully as feathers.
When her song is over, I walk to her and say, “Good job! Everyone loved you. I only have one question- how do you make your hands and fingers do such wonders on the keys? The sound was so descriptive, it was almost as if I was in the places your music was about.”
She glances up from the grand piano, towards me, and answers, “My fingers do move fast, I suppose, but I exercise them each and every day.”



(The guy in this one is fake. I made 'im up.):


His hands are rough, calloused, from so much work lifting heavy things. The color is tan, with a few red cuts and nicks.
He grasps the horse's reigns with these hands, flicking the thin leather strap across the animal's back.
He not only feels the horse, he is the horse, running and stretching his long legs, as he gallops through countrysides and plains, over majestic mountains, leaping over water-filled gorges, swishing his tail in the hot white sands.
Later, I ask him, “How was your ride? I could see the determination in your hands, but in the far-off look in your eyes, it seemed like you were in some other place.”
He turns around, noticing for the first time that I am there beside him. “Oh,” he says, “Yes, the ride was excellent. And I know, sometimes I grip too hard on the reigns. My hands are aching.”

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Just stuff. Nothing important.

Yep, just stuff.

The concert on Sunday was amazing, and surprisingly, I'm not deaf! Woohoo for that! Of course, I sat up in the balcony and didn't stand next to a speaker (like one of my friends did). =P But really, it was awesome.

Other stuff that's going on.... (just in case anyone's wondering, if you're not, then just stop reading and skip up to the post after this one.)

-I'm going to a Celebration of Life on Saturday. My best friend's mom died on the 4th. I know that it's a funeral, not some party, but I'm kind of excited for the reception afterward... I think it'll be fun. Unless people are crying. And they might be. =(

-I'm working on filling out my Camp Harlow application! If I get accepted, then I'll be working there this summer!! I'm really really excited, I've wanted to work there since I was a camper last summer. So I'd better hurry up and get that ap turned in!

-On Thursday (the 5th) I'm going to some of my friend's concert at Sheldon High School. I'm looking forwards to seeing my friend Jamie again, I haven't seen her since August!

-I am officially saving up my money to buy either an 8 gig iPod nano, or and 8 gig Zune. I still haven't decided- if anyone has any input on which one to get, tell me! I figured out a way that I can save my allowance so I'll have $55 saved by my birthday (August 1st), and I'm going to be babysitting and petsitting, if anyone hires me, that is. So I'm excited!


And that's what's been going on, besides band and school, of course. TTYL, everyone!

-Megatron/Angela/Megan/Megizzle

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Excitey-ment!

Yay! It's the weekend! I'm happy. =) There are very good things going on this weekend! Today I'm going to LCC to hear some of my friends play in the district solo festival/competition thing. I'm really excited!

But also, tomorrow evening, I'M GOING TO THE KUTLESS CONCERT!!! WOOOT! I'm SUPER excited for that! (If you don't know what the Kutless concert is, then it's your loss).

So, yes, the weekend is a good thing. But isn't it always? I mean, no school! Cha!

Well that's all I can think of to say for now. I'm definitely lacking inspiration. So, bye bye!

-Angela

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The Flight: Part 2

Here's the second part:


PART TWO: THE DANGER

After dropping off the horses by their watering trough, I walk to Drodon's tent, to await my next command. After pausing at the doorway, he yells to me, “Enter!” And I go in. “Ah, Sharne,” he says to me, “You're back. What in heavens took you so long? And have you seen my man Rolan?” I clear my throat before speaking, and now tell him, “Yes, sir, I am sorry it took so long. We took a longer route so that the enemy could not find the camp.”
“We?” Drodon asks.
“Yes, sir. We.” I say, “Rolan assisted me. We had to cut through the forest.” Drodon seems about to ask me a question, but someone barges in. At first I barely recognize him, but, it is my brother! Horath! He starts telling Drodon something, not paying the least of attention to me. I wish that I could speak to him, ask him where he and Solth are stationed, and so many other questions that I have, but Drodon waves me out of the tent, and I leave. After leaving the tent, though, I linger around, hoping that brother Horath will come out and I can talk to him. I haven't seen any of my family in nearly half a year, and the chances that I will ever get to see them again are almost zero. So, even though I know that I could, and perhaps should, be helping out around the camp and preparing for the battle that is upon us, but I can't help myself. I need to see my brother. Soon, he comes out of Drodon's tent, but without even glancing at me, walks away. I can't stand it. “Horath!” I call to him, running to catch up with his long strides. Now he looks at me, for the first time. I don't think he recognizes me. “Horath,” I explain to him, “It's me. Your sister. Sharne.” His face changed immediately.
“Sharne!” he says, his voice full of surprise, “Whatever are you doing here?” I start to explain my position in the army, but he grabs my elbow, and pulls me along with him until we are hidden behind a hut. Now he again asks the question, and I answer. Now it is my turn for a question. “Where are you and Solth stationed?” I ask hurriedly. He looks at me for a second, before answering, “I am in the 4th division. Solth... haven't you heard, Sharne? He is no longer with this army. He deserted. Ran back home. Pappi disowned him.” I am shocked. My brother, a coward? My brother, who I had looked up to all these days, afraid to fight in the same army I, a weaker and younger being, am fighting in? How could he? How could he not stand up and fight for everyone and everything he loved? The Treka will kill him anyway. No one will be safe without this army. Does he not understand that? The weight of all my question towards him crushes me, and before I know what I am doing, I fling myself into Horath's arms. Like when we were younger, his arms envelop me, and, being kind, he allows me tears for a few minutes. But then he pulls me away and shakes my shoulders. “Yes. I feel the same way about our brother, Sharne,” he tells me, “But there is no time to despair. If you haven't noticed, war is upon us. Breathing down our neck. I must leave.” But no. He cannot leave yet. I have one more question. An important one. I try and find the words to say it properly. “Wait. Horath... I have a question... about out heritage.” He understands, and answers, “No, Sharne. You are the only in our family with the power of the Ithuri, besides Baba (he is our grandfather), of course. But she is too aged. You are one of our last hopes, Sharne. Do not let us down. Now, I must leave.” We say goodbye, and I am holding back the tears. This might be the last time I ever see any of my beloved family again. He leaves quickly, needing to be back at his station. And I should also. So I step out from our place of shade we had talked in, wipe my face hurriedly before anyone sees the tears of which only a couple had fallen, and remind myself to be strong. After this, I simply return to my tent, and sharpen the swords that have been dulled from use. In a couple minutes, I hear the horn of gathering for my group. Surprisingly, it is not a horn of war. But one used mainly in peace times, to gather troops together. I wonder why Drodon blows this one now? Even so, I drop my work and obey, running out to the meeting place. Almost all the men from my division are there, and our fearless leader stands tall in front of the crowd. He is talking already, and my ears struggle to catch the words. But my mind is elsewhere, it focuses on the danger outside the camp. Because it is near- nearer than it ever was before. So close, if someone even put a toe outside the safety of our camp, he- or she- would be slaughtered. So why doesn't Drodon realize this also? Maybe he does. Perhaps that is what his speech is about. So I strain my ears farther, and pick up on what he is saying. And I cannot believe them. He talks of defeat, like we haven't even fought yet. He says that he is proud of us, for coming this far, but if we have any sense we will not follow him into battle. He wishes his men a last goodbye, and tells us we should go home to our families, spend our last days in peace, instead of being slain on a battlefield. Not wanting to listen to this madness, since I certainly cannot understand it, I look around for the reactions of my fellow soldiers. Some of them seem perplexed, a select few are nodding their heads, but then they shake any thoughts of desertion away, but most of the men I see are plain angry. Rolan included. I see him clench his fists together, a sure sign that he will speak up soon. And speak up, he does. Jump up, actually. He rushes forwards and leaps onto the small platform where our used-to-be 'fearless leader' still stands. My friend, with the help of a guard, ushers him off and back into Drodon's tent. Now everyone else gasps, not quite sure what to think, or what to do. This is my chance. I spy Rolan leaving the tent, and run to grab his arm and drag him up onto the platform with me. He looks bewildered, even a little tired, but I ignore it, and begin to speak. “Fellow soldiers,” I shout out, beginning my short speech, “I am sure that our chief has confused you as much as me. Who knows why he said those terrible things? One reason that came to mind was that he wanted to make us angry. So we can fight harder. Because we all know he will fight the hardest of all! So what do you say? We are not deserters! We are brave! You are men, not boys! Stand up now, for your country, if we have no Drodon at the head or not. Because our chosen leader is not a deserter either, I am sure of it! Come now, citizens! Put your blades together, and FIGHT to the death!” With that last statement, I leave the crowd, Rolan still standing there, mouth wide open. Where I go, is to my tent, grabbing my blade and sharpening it one last time. I am not in the front lines, indeed, I am at the very back, which is the safest place for me. In the back I will have time to search out my biggest opponents, and take them down, all with the powers of my mind. The blade is simply for protection, if for some reason, I do not have the time to seek someone out. Which, in the heat of battle, can happen.

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