Finally, it's over.
I walked out of that French classroom and took a deep breath.
Done.
Found my friend Alyssa and headed for the door.
"Zupas?"
"Oh yes..."
"I'll Drive, and Val can meet us there"
The clicker wouldn't work.. no big deal right? my car malfunctions all the time.
Manually unlock.
Put the key in the ignition.
Nothing.
The car didn't even try to start.
It just sat there.
So I tried again.
Nothing.
I was not in the mood to deal with this after taking a 4 hour long test.
So I thought maybe it just needed to be jumped...
Called that dad.
Talked to a friend about Basshunter.
Then the dad came.
Everything he tried was unsuccessful.
Decided to pick up the mom, and go home.
Went to work.
Called the dad.
Car... FIXED!
yay.
Just needed a new battery.
Thank goodness.
10.24.2009
ACT
the ACT
I have taken it 4 times.
16 hours worth of testing.
time well spent... not.
but never again.
never again will I have to wake up on a Saturday morning to take this dreadful test.
I have taken it 4 times.
16 hours worth of testing.
time well spent... not.
but never again.
never again will I have to wake up on a Saturday morning to take this dreadful test.
10.17.2009
Halloween
This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,
I like the nice part of Halloween.
The old grandparents houses that you'd trick or treat at.
The watching cartoon "scary" movies.
The home-made doughnuts.
The bobbing for apples.
The parties at school.
I like the nice part of Halloween.
The old grandparents houses that you'd trick or treat at.
The watching cartoon "scary" movies.
The home-made doughnuts.
The bobbing for apples.
The parties at school.
I don't like the scary part though...
The Haunted houses.
The scary movies.
The scary costumes.
The houses you'd go trick or treating to and the people inside would jump out at you.
The Haunted houses.
The scary movies.
The scary costumes.
The houses you'd go trick or treating to and the people inside would jump out at you.
And I hate picking a Halloween costume.... Hate.
pretty sure my witch days are over since I was a witch from 5 to 13 years old.
What should I be? Any suggestions???
pretty sure my witch days are over since I was a witch from 5 to 13 years old.
What should I be? Any suggestions???
fabric
Isn't this just beautiful?Who knows when I'll get around to actually making something with it.. but I love it so much.
10.06.2009
The dream I wish I had
I had to write a dream journal for psychology and i was one dream short, so i texted my friend Evan and this is what i got...
So you got home from school one day and your parents told you they had been assigned to be mission presidents in Paris. so you had to pack your things, say goodbye to all your friends, and move to Paris. there you quickly learned the language, and enrolled in a local art school where you became good at watercolor painting. a cute french boy in your class was the only one who knew English, so you quickly became friends as he helped you with your work. the two of you spend every hour together everyday, and he showed you all the best spots in Paris that the tourists didn't know about. you were best friends. unfortunately, your parents find out they are being released in a week, and you will be moving back to America. you tell the boy, and he is heartbroken. he tells you he has been in love with you the whole time, and he has never felt so good about another girl in his life. on your last night in Paris, he says he has a surprise for you. he blindfolded you, and walks you to who knows where. after what seems like hours, he takes off the blindfold, and you see the whole skyline of Paris, and realize you are on top of the Eiffel tower. you are breathless. he knows a few special people, so he got it so you two would be completely alone that night. you sit up there and talk late into the night. then at the perfect moment, he leans in, tells you he loves you, and then kisses you. It starts raining. its wonderful. absolutely perfect. then you wake up.
I think Evan knows me just a little too well to know that i completely loved this.
So you got home from school one day and your parents told you they had been assigned to be mission presidents in Paris. so you had to pack your things, say goodbye to all your friends, and move to Paris. there you quickly learned the language, and enrolled in a local art school where you became good at watercolor painting. a cute french boy in your class was the only one who knew English, so you quickly became friends as he helped you with your work. the two of you spend every hour together everyday, and he showed you all the best spots in Paris that the tourists didn't know about. you were best friends. unfortunately, your parents find out they are being released in a week, and you will be moving back to America. you tell the boy, and he is heartbroken. he tells you he has been in love with you the whole time, and he has never felt so good about another girl in his life. on your last night in Paris, he says he has a surprise for you. he blindfolded you, and walks you to who knows where. after what seems like hours, he takes off the blindfold, and you see the whole skyline of Paris, and realize you are on top of the Eiffel tower. you are breathless. he knows a few special people, so he got it so you two would be completely alone that night. you sit up there and talk late into the night. then at the perfect moment, he leans in, tells you he loves you, and then kisses you. It starts raining. its wonderful. absolutely perfect. then you wake up.
I think Evan knows me just a little too well to know that i completely loved this.
10.04.2009
Saturday morning cartoons
What happened to Doug?What happened to Recess?
What happened to Hey Arnold?
These cartoons were legendary. Now the Saturday morning cartoons are just complete nonsense polluting the television and a waste of electricity.
Poor children, they don't even know what they're missing.
10.03.2009
10.02.2009
To the parents of all bloggers
Dear Mom,
Coy is funny. Sometimes there are things you don't understand.
I love rain.
My future does confuse me.
Trees are sentimental.
Dear Dad,
It is not funny when you act like you have his shoes.
The word "naked" does grab attention.
Conclusion:
Parents, don't make fun of our blogs.
You don't have to read them if you don't want to.
They are funny.
We are funny.
Love,
Holly & Lauren
Coy is funny. Sometimes there are things you don't understand.
I love rain.
My future does confuse me.
Trees are sentimental.
Dear Dad,
It is not funny when you act like you have his shoes.
The word "naked" does grab attention.
Conclusion:
Parents, don't make fun of our blogs.
You don't have to read them if you don't want to.
They are funny.
We are funny.
Love,
Holly & Lauren
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