...i'm back!...

w000000t. Spring break was pretty awesome! I went to Arizona, like ALL the really cool people in our class did, and lets see...did stuff.

First we were in Sedona, and it was cold/rainy/haily/weird weather for a few days. Nevertheless we went hiking and jacuzzing and swimming and tennising. Mainly hiking and eating a lot actually. I slept in a Murphy bed, and everything that could have gone wrong did! Just Kidding. In case Antoine ever reads this blog, I tooootally beat him to the casita every single time.

Oh! I ate rattlesnake btw. we just had to experience it.

Anyways, then we went to Scottsdale for the rest of the week, and the weather started being gorgeous! It was really sunny and the skys were blue and it was warm yet breezy, yay! So...yeah. This is when everyone got sick though. (My mom had strep from the beginning, then I got heatstroke and my brother had strep and then antoine had strep) So basically a lot of people threw up. But anyways! In the Scottsdale resort (both resorts were um...reeeeeally nice btw. thanks mom!) we just went swimming and jacuzzing a lot (jacuzz is a verb now), and I worked on my tan. yup, I tan sooo well. you should just see my brother.

I don't actually remember what other things we did much. I'm sure there were lots of other things. In todays news... I got into washu, and I think my Young Judea Program, although they're missing most of my application and I don't know how.

NEWSFLASH: I might have to miss prom for a young judea orientation! I was gonna miss it anyways maybe. so...yeah. give me advice!

...amgah...

(amgah is like omg, but misprounounced. in case you are out of the circle of life)

I think its ABOUT TIME to update, jeez. I have been really bad about this lately. Maybe my life is too cool for blogger, just like how Mo and I were too cool for school today! whoa!

I am in a really childish mood, as in, hyper! This has been demonstrated by the fact that about 4 separate people asked me if i was on drugs today afterschool. UM, NO! I was just hitting Jimmy a lot...because...I think I had a reason, but do I even need one!?

IN OTHER NEWS. I got my prom invite today (reinforcing the fact that um, whoa, i need/want/will die if i don't have a date) (just kidding about that last part) manoman, was it sequiny! sequins EVERYWHERE. crazy.

I really like the "whatchoo say?" in hit the road jack.

....FIN....

...and if you don't love me let me go...

And I am a writer,writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home.
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones, my bones, my bones.

(and if you don't love me let me gooooooooooooooooo)

This past week has been so weirrrrd and dramatic. Made up drama of course, the best kind, but still really tiring and hard to deal with. I just wish stuff could go away, because I feel like I've dealt with it enough and it's too much work and nothing is helping.

I feel really conflicted between wanting to go away so that I don't have to think anymore, and staying here, because I don't think I'll survive in the outside world. I'm genuinely really worried about that, cuz I only survive because I talk to people. However if I didn't talk to people in the first place maybe I wouldn't have this situation. so yeah, dilemma.

Also, there are various other more specific dilemmas that you have to be special in order for me to tell you. Ha! I win. Except not.

I'm thinking a switch to livejournal would be appropriate? Blah. Life sucks.

P.S. but that song that has been stuck in my head all day (Engine Driver, the Decemberists) can sort of describe my life, and I like it anyways, even if it didn't.
P.P.S. I wish it didn't describe my life....

...you kick up the leaves and the magic is lost...

Today we had a habitat people meeting during lunch, which caused me not to do anthro OR creative writing homework, which turned out sort of okay. And then in the meeting we talked about hanging out as a group and volunteering and talking and stuff which was good.

And then Bill told us that Pastor Thomas, the pastor of the church we went to on Sunday and that hosted one of the potlucks for us, died of a heart attack yesterday. and it hit us all sort of weirdly, I think. Because on the one hand, who's to say we even knew the guy? He lives far far away, we never really talked to him, he doesn't know any of our names. But somehow, I feel that I know him, and I feel that I owe him something. He was the first person in Mississippi that really talked to us and gave us that feeling that makes it "the hospitality state". He had this great big charismatic voice and he made everyone feel good, at least me. It was just really shocking to hear the news I guess, even though logically one could make the case that it shouldn't be. When he was alive, he was really alive, and that's what makes it hard to deal with.

I don't want to complain too much, because I'm sure that he had a greater effect on many more people, who have the right to be sad I guess. But on the other hand I'm glad he was my first impression of Mississippi and of really good, outgoing people.

eh, I was having a sucky day anyways.