Conquest!

Today is the day.
Indeed it is THE day- the day I will finally defeat both Aunt Paula, Jesse, AND Raine in Age of Empires. My strategy is quite simple. Only, I don't have one. That's how simple it is. But, alas, I'm determined to beat them. So instead of being crushed by seige rams in the first five minutes of the game, I can proudly declare (holding my fist in the air, of course) "VICTORY IS MINE!!! I LAUGH IN YOUR FACE, AMATURE AOE OPPONENTS! HA! HA! HA!"
And then, of course, I'll drink coffee with an enigmatic smirk on my face. Ha.

VICTORY SHALL BE MINE!!! FINALLY!!

A Girl's Job

(Please note. Some of my descriptions may be exaggerations of the truth in order to capture attention of the reader. To make that statement clearer- the guys bathroom in our house is not nearly as horrific as I made it sound. Please refrain from reading the following if you are young, elderly, or if you have just eaten.)

In the world of feminism, you have your girly-girls and your tomboys. I like to think that I'm somewhere in the gray- meaning I can play football with the guys but still be recognized as a semi-attractive female being. As of yesterday, I'm learning that I lack some of the skills that most girls have naturally. Let me elaborate.
2 p.m. I'm bored- and tired of my gross, chipped toenails. They were last painted at Shelby's house about a week ago and they were starting to look nasty. I really only wanted to remove the paint, that's all. It's certainly not rocket science- at least not to most. But there was one teeny issue- the polish remover was in the other house in the guys bathroom (it used to be the family bathroom and let's just say I haven't used polish remover in a lonnng time). No biggie- even though I wasn't particularly looking forward to trekking into the guys house. It scares me a little. I like to think that I'm not bothered by gross guy stench and mess, but it sounds about as appealing as hanging out in the woods with a bunch of those creepy red-cloaked monsters from 'The Village'. (Gee, thanks, M N Shamalan. You've ruined camping for me FOREVER!). So anyways, I put on my shoes and headed over. The other house was actually pretty clean-- but when I looked at the door to the bathroom I couldn't help but think of all those horror movies. What was lurking behind there? Sludge? Severed limbs? I expected the worse.
The light was dim and it reeked of body odor. The walls told tales of a recent crime scene- mysterious spatters of red in one spot or another. A thick layer of grime coated the sink. I inhaled deeply before entering- savoring my breath. Gingerly I moved around bottles and containers on the shelf. No polish remover. I opened the med cabinet and thoroughly searched it. Still nothing. But I did find red nail polish. A thought occurred to me. Why did I have to remove the old polish? Why not just paint over the old?
That is why ten minutes later I was safely back in my room, unscrewing the cap to the polish. Other girls made it look so easy (painting toenails, that is). But I found that as I tried to oh-so-carefully paint, the brush wouldn't agree with me. It got all over my big toe.
Cursing, I tried to wipe away the excess polish. Nothing was working. I was merely smearing it all over my foot and I was getting it on my hands too. By the time I was finally finished the toes on my left foot looked so awful that I wished I'd have never touched them.
Sigh. I guess I'm just more of a tomboy.

Looking Forward

Listening to 'King of Anything' by Sarah Barallies. It's songs like these that make me wonder how I could ever be sad. Every time I hear it, it makes me smile for some reason. Any bad mood? *poof!* gone! Did you know it takes more face muscles to frown than smile? I have made a personal resolve to continue to be happy and make others happy. Because being sad sucks!


Who cares if you disagree? You are not me. Who made you king of anything? :)

Dandruff Falling From the Sky

So. It's supposed to snow like a foot tonight. Supposed. To. But is it going to? I'm tired of bogus weather predictions. They're a major bummer. And I don't like bummers. They're like cold buckets of water on happy days. So, as nasty as my description of snow is (see title of this post) I DO hope it snows. I mean, how awesome would it be to make snowmen at the skate park down town. I'll tell you the answer to that question. VERY AWESOME.
Science fair is coming up again. I asked Carol if I could do the same project as last year (Does music affect your heart rate?). She said no. Big surprise there. The problem is, the only science fair projects I'm interested in doing involve music. So why not? I mean, I didn't even get to show my science project last year because I went to Seattle the same week they gave their presentation. It's majorly lame that I can't re-do a very fun project. I even asked Carol if her answer would change in the case that I wrote an essay providing sufficient reasons why I should be able to do said science fair project (in those fancy terms, too) and she STILL said no. Psh. Teachers.
So now I sit here, disappointed and defeated, and feeling fat from all those darn Saltine crackers I ate (with butter.) And I wonder what not-so-fun project I'll be stuck with. Anyway. I guess I'll blog more LATER. For now, I just simply say; BE GONE!

Excuuuse me for Being a Pessimest

Oh, Ma. Why do you always have to sound so optimistic in your blogs?? It makes all the REST of us seem like the grim reaper.
This will be a quick post, used to inform you that it is not me who has been lazily leaving my clothes all over my bedroom and failing to throw out my garbage once I'm finished with it. It is not me who has been carelessly shoving things into my drawer. Not me who hasn't made my bed, but, in fact, left it rumpled. Not me who hasn't swept, hasn't done laundry, hasn't washed my mirror, hasn't dusted. All of the aforementioned was done by my evil twin. Not Raine, but the other one. The one NO ONE knows about. And if you refuse to put the blame on her then fine, I'll take it all. At least my bookshelf is organized. So while you FORCIBLY ACCUSE ME OF HEINOUS ACTS OF SLOB-LIKE BEHAVIOR, I'll just kick my skateboard out of the way and try to make my way across the room. Eck, someone should really clean up after her.

House Sitting and the Ballet of Laughs

Raine has deserted me.
No, really. She's going to be gone for two weeks. That's fourteen days. 336 hours. 20,160 minutes. 1,209,600 seconds!! :( While she's gone I get the special honor of taking care of her SPOILED ROTTEN kitty cats!!
I suppose it won't be so very long. But still. Sometimes a girl just wants to MOPE AROUND for pete's sake. Who is Pete anyway? And why is he ALWAYS BUTTING INTO MY LIFE!?! WHAT GAVE HIM THE RIGHT?!?!?!?!
Ok, sorry. Overreacting. But you can probably tell I'm kind of going insane. Kind of... heh heh heh. Ahem.
Anyway, I went to the ballet Sleeping Beauty last... Friday? Yes, Friday. Really, I only went to *cough* SUPPORT *cough* my old archenemy who played the Prince. It was really hilarious to see him with eyeliner on. I'm still laughing slightly at the memory. I gave him a hard time after the play.
Thus concludes today's post. I'd thank you for reading.. but I"m too tired to finish my senten

Coastie Livin'

Having a blast one the coast!!!
This pretty much sums it up...

Friday: Bus ride here. Excuse me, creepy people. Make way. I'm going to sit BY MYSELF. Got picked up at the greyhound station in Seattle by Aunt Chenelle, Keliana, and Akela. Beef soft taco for dinner. Yummy.

Saturday: Slept in (a 'lil). And whaddaya know? DANCE FEST with the girls (Keliana and Akela. Apparently Akela is like a second daughter here. Familiar or what?) Mmmm something delicous for dinner. I forget what. Because, hello? it was like, last saturday. I assure it was yummy.

Sunday: Went to the bothell meeting. Cell phone went off AGAIN!!! (thanks, aunt chenelle. Yes, I am up and ready to go to meeting. As a matter of fact, I'm at meeting.) Pasketti for dinner (spaghetti). Yummy.

Monday: Homework time.

Tuesday: Awesomeness. Was going to go out in sevice, but there was a mix-up. Oh, well. Ran errands with Brittney and Chenelle, which is a lot more fun than it sounds. Put on a blue wig. Fun.

Wed-nes-day: LAZEEE day. Turkey for dinner. YUMMY x 20

Thursday: More errands :), some writing and egg salad sandwhiches for lunch. Delish.

SHOUTOUT: Raine! Miss ya! and hope your doctor's appointment wasn't terrible. Love ya to death!

Beginning of the School Year and other Tales from my Not-so-glamorous life

Last night at 1:05 a.m. I was awake.
Why is that, you may ask. Too much caffeine? Took at nap at 7:00 p.m. and woke up completely un-tired? Nope. Guess again! I was staying up until my EXACT BIRTH TIME!
That's right folks, yours truly is 14 years old today. And yours truly is also loving that!
Anyways.... life in Tonasket is the same as always. Slow, serene, and full of sunshine. Fall is here, with the exception that NONE OF THE TREES have decided to turn color yet. Pff.
AHHHH just spotted a bug on my window!! KILL IT!
Whew. I smashed it with my shoe.
So what was I saying? Oh, yes. Fall. I've been noticing lately that its been really cold at morning time. The air is much crisper. It's nice, actually. A welcome change.
HOLY MOLY ITS STILL ALIVE!! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!!
Okay its for sure dead this time. Guts and all. Yummy.
Speaking of yummy, its time for lunch.
Oh, as a side note... I've been reading the Ranger's Apprentice series. It's AWESOME and everyone in the universe should read it. I would be a ranger. Best friends with Will the Ranger and married to Horace, the Oakleaf Knight. Halt and Lady Pauline would adopt me.

Okay, fur sures I'm leaving this time. PEACE.

Sandboarding

If you've ever been sandboarding, you probably know what it feels like to be sore in every possible area of your body. You also probably are aware that the sand gets everywhere- and I mean everywhere. You probably have had bruises on your arms and legs (I know I have). Heck, if you've ever been sandboarding; you know how lousy it sounds when you're describing how sandboardng works.
But you also probably love sandboarding ;)

Last Tuesday me and my family woke up at the yawn of dawn and drove to Seattle. (Puyallup, acctually, but it's all the same once you venture west of the Cascades). Our first stop was the wonderful Puyallup fair for fattening food, thrills, and prizes. The adrenaline junkies in the family (me, Gabe, dad, Kota) did the scary rides while the sissies owned the ferris wheel. By the end of the day we were all exhausted but I got some good grub and a couple stories to tell.
We stayed at Aunt Alise and Uncle Kevin's house for that night. The next morning we enjoyed a yummy breakfast prepared by Uncle Kevin and I even got to go on a run with my Aunt! We managed four miles- though I was a panting, sweating, limping mess by the time we were done. I don't even think Aunt Alise broke a sweat.
By ten we were in the car again, headed for Oregon. By that time Levi had joined us and a few of us kids (namely: Dakota and I)rode in his car. We didn't make it to our hotel until late that night and we barely had enough energy to claim our beds.
On Thursday morning our first priority was renting the sandboards and hitting the dunes. There was supposed to be a park with jumps and stuff- but it turned out to be just a grind bar loosly stuffed into the sand. We found a couple steep dunes and spent our afternoon faceplanting the earth.
Thursday night we enjoyed some A&W for dinner, and I had a monstrous Root Beer Float that I barely managed to finish. We played Munchkin Booty back at the hotel and I finished reading a book.
On Friday I not only read another book but we went to a different Sand Dune and leanred a couple of awesome tricks. The highlight of Friday was renting quads and tearing up the dunes with the tires. I was completely and utterly terrified throughout all of the hour we had them for, and I spent most my time trying to work up the nerve to get up hills.
Saturday was quads again- Dad and I got a two person quad (called a rhino- I believe) and he manged to thoroughly freak me out and snap my spine into two. I enjoyed this day quite a bit.
On Sunday moring we said goodbye to Levi and loaded into the van at 9:30, not seeing our wonderful little home in Tonasket until about 11:00 p.m. By then, we were all tired and I slept until 10:00 the next morning.

My Final Edit?

To be [done] or not to be [done]? That is the question.
I've partially qouted shakespear (I think that's shakespear. Please, God, tell me that's Shakespear so I don't embarrass myself in front of my viewers). because last night, yours truly stayed awake until I finished one more excruciating edit of The Swimnyst. I swear, I've sent my mom at least a dozen emails entitled 'here's the LAST edit of The Swimnyst. I'm really done this time'. I don't think she believes me anymore.
That put aside; here is another question I've been wondering about; WHERE DID SUMMER GO???? GOOD LORD!! IT'S GONE!!!
Schools starts in what? A week or two? At least I'm in homeschool. Geez, what did I do with my summer? Well, the answer the that is;

1. I worked on my second book.
2. I swam in lake osoyoos.
3. I danced. A LOT.
4. I hung out with my friends.

So, overall, it was a pretty good summer. But I STILL can't believe it's almost OVER!!
I hope everyone had a great summer. Imma check my facebook notifications. DUCES and I'm out.

An Extremely Boring Post (Read At Your Own Risk)

Greetings, comrades!
If you are reading this it is probably because you enjoyed previous posts of mine. But, I have to warn you, this post is going to be extremely boring. You may have to get some duct tape to put over your mouth so you don't yawn un-ceasingly. I'm serious. This post is going to be the most boring, the most awfully writted post I've ever done before.
I like chives. Chives are nummy. They are not as nummy as sammiches, but chives are still nummy. I also like tuna. Tuna sammiches are good. I would like to nom tuna sammiches all day long. On the beach.

SEE!! wasn't that the most boring post ever!! and it was so random!! *sigh*. What am I going to do??

The Bread of Laziness

I think I ate some of that bread (lol).
Today is Tuesday, and i'm sick. My tonsils have swollen into grapes and my temperature changes more than... um... that one girl from Degrassi.
I've pretty much stayed on the couch for 3 days, which is why I'm slowly pecking out this message on the Wii keyboard.
Sadly, with this sickness I am disinterested in one of the things I formerly loved- eating.
Except for the bread of laziness. I still- and always will- love that bread : D

Penny

Our coon hound Penny is not new news, but she's always fun to talk about.
Penny is the prettiest dog I've ever seen, and everyone in the house treats her like royalty. She sleeps in until late morning hours. I don't know why, but immediately when we see her stretched out on the sofa in the morning we can't resist her cuteness.
She's a diva, too. She'll walk around and act like she's queen of the house. I'm not kidding you.
Penny is awesome.