BEST Book!

Being sick is no fun. Duh; but maybe it has it's perks too. :p This morning I couldn't go back to sleep so I picked up a book that my aunt let my mom borrow. It's called Gossamer by Lois Lowry. I absolutely LOVE it! That, of course, means I'm going to have to ramble about it to everyone. Which includes all of you. :p So, read it! It's a short, easy read... and it has this whole sub plot... a story within the story. :) I love it's creative explanation for dreams, and it's so imaginitive. Which, I definitely appreciate since I was constantly pretending to be some sort of animal or damsel in distress up until sixth grade. :p Maybe I still do! ;) Haha just kidding. Anway... I love it! Everyone should read it!
(Now I'm reading Eggs by Jerry Spinelli, which is really good so far. I'm only on chapter ten though. :p Aaand it's nap time. :)

Pillow fights in Heaven

So um, it's snowing. (wince) I was sooooo very much done with snow. And now I'm sitting here looking out the windows thinking how soft and fluffy and pure it looks. Maybe I'm just really weird, (affirmative :p ) but it makes me think of pillow fights in Heaven. :) Hey. Don't blow it off, it's a plausible theory. Who said angels can't have a little fun too? Of course in heaven they'd have beautiful white feather pillows. That would be super tempting to me, I don't know about you, but apparently it was super tempting to the angels too. :) Because, alas, we have this cold wet stuff everywhere again. Blast, I'm getting rather antsy for spring to just get here. I hope this doesn't freeze the crocuses (or whatever they're called) outside my window. A few weeks ago Brianne (the littlest sister who's six) and I were walking home from church and we got to our front porch and I noticed little tufts of green sticking out of the flower bed. :) Being ready for spring and all, I got rather excited and did this little "YES! GREEN! SPRING IS COMING!" dance (lyrics included.) Brianne just sort of watched me for a minute and then said, "Shannon. Calm down." while grinning at me like I was the craziest human on the planet. (I'd gratefully accept that title. Life is getting too boring these days with everyone too busy with serious stuff. Let's give a hand to the crazies and weirdies of the world who keep things kinda light. :p I mean really, where would you all be without weird people to make you laugh? :D)
So anyway. One week left in this penitentiary. :p (AKA my house.) I'm not totally sure, 'cause I've lost track, but I think this will be a total of seven weeks being grounded. SEVEN WEEKS????? Yup. Seven. Let this be a lesson to you all. (Er... or at least the ones of you it can still apply to. Although I'm sure if we all think hard enough it can apply to everyone in any circumstance...) Do NOT let yourself procrastinate schoolwork until you're buried in this deep dark black hole of 'behind-ness'. It's easy to dig the hole the first time, but it's INSANELY hard to dig another way out... and then fill it in. Yeah, don't believe me? Well then, go ahead and try it my little critics. Because after you get past the emotional blisters and muscle cramps you'll think differently. It's been so hard and frustrating so I'm thinking that maybe this time around I'm just gonna stay caught up with everything. Sound good to you? Sweet. Cuz that's what's gonna happen. :) Have a loverly snow day. (Oh. That's right. This is Cedar. We don't have snow days. :p Lame. Plus it's Saturday anyway so it wouldn't be all that beneficial. :p Haha whatever. Happy Saturday!)

Holy Macarel!

Wow. Wowwie Wow wow wow! It's crazy! All of it! Life is officially crazy. First of all, as some of you (and now all of you) know, I've been grounded for grades for a while. I have only one thing to say for myself: "procrastinators unite!... Tomorrow!" :p Jk, but really. Don't ever let yourself get behind because let me tell you, it is NOT a fun thing to dig yourself out of. Moving on from my weird words of wisdom, This was the fourth weekend I've been grounded. And if any of you have seen Muppet Treasure Island (Which I was recently discussing with Tanner Shipp over cookie dough in Pro start) then you'll appreciate what I mean by "I've got Cabin Fever!" :D I'm losing sanity being grounded here! And yes, dears, I am well aware it is all and totally, undeniably, irrevocably, my fault. I know. So please refrain from spouting that along with lots of other 'I told you so's and other various lecture-like phrases. :) I've come a long way in the catching up department though; only math and English are holding me back. English. Of all things, English. My forte. English. Is keeping me grounded. Do you know how ridiculous this is??? My only consolation is that over half of her other students are stuck in the D department with me. We're tryin, truly we are. There just hasn't been anything for us to do to boost our percentages. And as for math, well if English is my forte then I suppose you can call Math my pianissimo. Basically I don't understand it most of the time. That is until we move on to the next thing. Then the last assignment finally clicks. Too late. When I can't even do anything to prove that I sorta got it. I know, I have wonderful timing. Also, I'm losing brain cells sitting here at the computer for hours on end writing the stupid magazine. See, that's why I'm posting. A) I'm getting tired of word documents, and B) it's Saturday. I need some leisure in my life. :p
Moving on, Congrats to Jake, he got his license Tuesday. Fun stuff. He's also getting a little red truck. I like it for the sole reason of it's color. :p And as for the Madrigal madness... I went to call backs, it nearly killed me off (OK so that is most definitely a perfect exhibit of a dramatic hyperbole. :) I got a blessing from my dad, and I practiced my little heart out and I did alright. Not as well as I wish I could have, just because I got nervous and my voice was all shaky for a minute there... but I did as well as anyone else there.) After I managed to get my heart beating again from the solo try outs, I sat there for an hour waiting for the quartets (technically quintet but hey, who's counting?) and two on a part, three on a part madness. Then it was more waiting time. Honestly, I'm sure it's gotta take some time and deliberation to decide on who makes it and who's voted off the island, but Mr. Ganowski... however you spell it... needs to hurry it up a little. THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME! I really want to make it, but I know it's not the end of the world if I don't. I'll still be in a Capella at least. But I just wanna find out so I can move on with my life! I keep hearing it might be this upcoming week. Which would be just wonderful. Magnificent even! :)
Next subject. Girls. Are. Drama. And lots of it. Here I am, doing my homework, being grounded and minding my own business when a friend TOTALLY loses it on me. Um, I didn't even know I was guilty of anything! Yes, it is my fault I'm grounded, but it's not my fault that she couldn't come over. That was my parent's ground rules of groundation. Although technically it is my fault. But you can't just blow up on someone because "You're grounded. You don't want me anymore you don't care about me or anything! You're grounded on PURPOSE!!!" (Oh, honey. That is the most ridiculous thing I have heard since the invention of that stuff that consists of PB AND J, all at the same time. Truly, girl. Get over yourself and stop killin me for your insanity! OK, so not insanity. But whatev. I'm venting. I'm allowed to call it whatever I want.) Anyway, I finally just had to tell her I couldn't take it right then and she could talk to me later when she wasn't out for blood. So she had a final explosion and then left me alone for a few hours. DAAHHH!!! Why are girls so ridiculously incredibly hard to handle? I mean we're just bundles of nerves and stress and hormones and more hormones and drama! LOTS OF DRAMA! It's absolutely unnecessary and uncalled for and yet, it's still present most of my life. :) (sigh) Ah the joys of being a teenage girl. I am quite ready to graduate from high school. Not that it will change the "Girls Are Drama" status, but it'll distance me from the ones I'm coping with right now. It's kind of weird to realize I have a little over a quarter of school left this year, and then POOF! I'm a senior. And judging by the way time seems to be speeding up incrementally year by year... I'm gonna be out of here sooner than I planned on. Or am ready for. It's kind of scary now that I see the end of the road looming ahead. And then there's this tangle of a million new roads that I have to pick from and make my life out of. It's not just preparation for life, it IS life. Not that I'm not living already, but that's how it feels to me now days. There's so much responsibility coming up. It's kind of intimidating. But I'm excited for it all the same!
Now I'm gonna stop this babbling and get to work on my English homework so maybe I wont have to go on five weekends. (rolls eyes) Not likely that I'll be out of prison by then but I can dream can't I?

Happiness is not good enough....

I DEMAND EUPHORIA! This is so insane!
My life.
It's insanity!!!
I'm soooooo stressed beyond all reason. It's so impossible to keep up with all the classes. Every single teacher assumes we only have that class. I have news for them. WE HAVE SEVEN OTHER CLASSES TO JUGGLE! Oh mylanta! It's chaos! One teacher announced that roughly half of all of her students are failing. Um, Idk about all of you, but it would seem to me that if half of my students were failing, I'd want to work with them and make it better because their grades reflect back on me. It's like a grade on my teaching. So why won't she work with us at all? She was lenient on ONE paper. One. ALKSJDFOPAWIEURFLASKJFL;ASKJDFLKWJEFL;AKSJDFL;KASJ~!!!!!! I can't do anything abut it! It's ridiculous! Anyway... so if any of you have marvelous 'coping with major stressed out maddness in life' solutions, I'd LOVE to hear them.
Until then....

Signed,
FRAZZLED!
:p




Oh. And I've been talked into trying out for Mads. I'm only freaking out a little. And when I say a little I mean pulling out my hair, hyperventilating, spiked blood pressure 'a little'. :D AH! Scary. It sounds sooo nerve wracking! We'll see how it goes I guess.
(On the bright side, everyone says if you dont make Mads, you make Accapella.... Which is almost as cool. :) )

Bring the Vitamin C please!

Well, the title says most of what I'm sayin. Yup, I'm sick. Blah. I'm downing the stupid orange juice like mad, but it doesn't really help anything. Except for now I think I have an over-active bladder, but hey. All in the name of gettin to that point of healthiness again, right?
It's official. I am sooo ready for spring to just get here already! Of course that could have something to do with being sick, and correlating sick with cold... but either way, I was getting so excited when I could finally see green-ish grass under the melted snow! Then God sent down some more snow to cover it up. Yeah, snow is a blessing... but I'd much prefer rain these days.
Alrighty. So I was going to put some pictures of the mess I made out of Jake's room in order to ask him to Sweethearts... but I can't find the USB chord for my camera... which means you're going to have to wait. It was a rather cheesey idea... and most of it stemmed from the fact I just really wanted to make a mess out of his room... :p So basically it's TONS of crepe paper from floor to ceiling, and wall to wall... accented with a million little conversation hearts all over the place and one solitary balloon on his bed with a pin taped to it. (Weapon of choice. :D) POP! The balloon serves it's purpose and he finds a note directing him to the freezer. (Note... he has more than one freezer so good luck to him finding the right one.) Then there's a little heart dish frozen with far too much glitter and a note inside a ziplock bag in the middle of the frozen-ness... so obviously he'll have to melt it to get to the note. The note says, "Now that you've melted my heart, will you go to the dance with me?" Corny? Silly? Ridiculous? Of course. :)

fotos.

sorry, i couldn't help it... I just like the green! :p
The rest of the pictures are good tho. Or so I'd like to think. :)

Ps, since I'm far too lazy to go through the posting maddness, Thanks to everyone who commented and said they liked the pictures. Alex, I still don't think I'm all that great... They're just amature pictures, but thanks anyway. Lori, thanks :) The 'Miss Cedar' thing isn't really like an Iron county pagent kinda thing like it sounds... It's just from the Bridal Elegance Modeling that I'm doing this year. They gave us sashes to identify which School we represented. :)

And Erin, of course Frank Sinatra rubbed off on me a little. Just this one. Ok, so I'm sure I like other songs by him... I just don't know them. :)

AAnyway... Thanks to all!

... just a little friendly request...

Hello anybody and everybody who reads this. I have a small request I'd like to pose.
I guess some people have been emailing my blog to their friends, which is mostly cool, because it's likely that some of your friends are some of mine... but I'd prefer that my blog wasn't emailed around. I love you all and everything, but trust me. Everyone I'd like to be aware of it *(and more) are... is. Whatever. I can't... gramatize... or something. :) Aaanyway... I know this is a blog, and it's on the Internet, and I'm sure EVERYONE and their dog knows about it. But I'd appreciate the cessation of passing it around. Thanks. :)
Also P.S Tip of advice to anyone doing flags... a screwdriver isn't enough to attempt ice chipping out the little holes the flags go in. Bring hammers so you can REALLY get down to business with the chiseling. :)
Holy guacamole! It was BEYOND freezing this morning. I poured hot water into one of the holes and by the time I was finished chipping it out, the water that spilled out of it had already frozen again. My boot was actually temporarily frozen to the sidewalk! Um, yes dears, it is in fact cold.
Putting them away wasn't much warmer either. :) But it was actually kind of fun. Try as I might to convince you otherwise at times, I really do love my family. The twins could use some chill pills usually because they're constantly hyped up on... well, whatever it is. Life probably. :) And Brianne is neglected by me so when she does get attention she's like a sponge! :) I feel bad, I should probably make more time for them. My favorite, though, is when Jake came over (a couple times, actually) And he and I played games with Brianne the first time. (Kudos for him, he was pretty patient with her... Bri's definitely loving the attention she got from him in the whole Uno competition); and last time he came, we built 'forts' in the front room... I don't think she really cares what we're doing, as long as she's included. It's pretty cute. She's getting so big though! It keeps reminding me how EVERYONE is growing up. Myself included. Although the 'growing up' part about me is debatable at times. ;) Sometimes I think I'm just regressing... that's the word right? Going back? Right, anyway, you know what I mean. But honestly, coloring books and 'bugles with cheese' sounds a whole lot better than being mature and doing homework. :) Also, my cousin Justin (one of the 'Three musketeers' from 'back in the day at grandma's house' is turning nineteen next month! (? February, right?) My point is, he's going to be off on a mission soon! Which, by the way, seems so surreal! It's crazy! And Aubree will be graduating, and pretty soon I'LL be graduating and then I'll have to watch all the guys my age go on missions, and all the girls get married.... um, MARRIED???
So the other night after a particularly grandchild filled church meeting, Marissa came and informed me that she gave me her permission to go and get married soon so I could have cute kids soon. Haha, yeah, funny Marissa... ME? MARRIED? SOON?? These three words don't really go together. Give me at LEAST five years. 22 would be soon enough. But thinking about it, in two years I'll be nineteen, which is when my mom got married. Two years isn't long at all! I still feel so little... maybe I won't in two years. Oh well... My point of all that rambling was, TIME FLIES! Seriously, it's so cliche, but it's true!