And I'm dancing with myself, dancing with myself...

I'm afraid I have become a slight Glee addict. It's just so darn cute. Merr....silly teen shows roping me in with your melodrama and catchy show tunes.

I have the same teacher for 6th and 7th period. After 7th period I pretty much run to my car because I'm so relieved that I can leave school (better known as the scholastic torture chamber).

So, today at the end of the day I put my things in my locker, which is located conveniently right outside Mrs. Caudell's door. Then, I proceed to walk out the doors of the school, which are also only a few feet from Mrs. Caudell's room and my locker. I say bye to a couple people and almost make it out to my car when I realize that no one else has left the school except for me.
So, I stand next to my car for a bit waiting.

And waiting.

And then I remember, I just got out of 6th period. Not 7th. Darn it. So I literally smacked myself in the head and then booked it to the doors. (Why do people smack themselves in the forehead when they do something stupid? It's stupid to smack your own self in the head. Thus making yourself even stupider).

I made it into 7th period on time but I was cracking up. It was pretty much the funniest thing ever at the moment.

Today was the blood drive at school. They wouldn't accept my blood because I went to Honduras less than a year ago. It made me kind of sad, I was really hoping to give blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. It's such a funny word when you say it a lot. Blood.

The word futon is funny too. Futon. Futon. Futon.

In light of the upcoming holiday,
I am very much thankful for:
-Lots of blankets while I sleep
-Washers and Driers available whenever I need them
-Hot water
-The use of my hands
-Youth Group and all people associated with Mitchell Church of Christ
-Zumba
-Clean water whenever I want it
-Being able to read
-The feeling of being completely myself with people

Productivity is hard thing do sometimes!

Did you know that 33% of all Americans sneeze when they walk into the sun?

I'm one of those Americans.

I also sneeze when I look at the sun.

And did you know that the orange and yellow ladybugs aren't really ladybugs at all?

They are Japanese beetles! Imposters!

Ugh, it's a Saturday morning and I don't have anything to do today. Laundry is done, my room is relatively clean, coffee is made, and I have no homework.

So, I think I might go to Wal-Mart to get stuff to start making Christmas presents, or I might go outside and have a photography day. Either one would be wonderful. Then, tonight I'm going to la casa de Parsley por white flipping chili. Pretty much the best soup in the entire world.

Did you know that Curt Parsley is an amazing cook?

Now you do!

And did you know that it's a beautiful Saturday and I'm wasting it by sitting on my bottom in front of this laptop?

It's true.

Bye!

Chocolo, mi amigos!

You know what one of my favorite things in the whole world is? Getting awesome clothes for REALLY cheap.
I'm talking shirts for $4, boots for $25, belts for $3, nice pants for $11, dress for $10.

Yeah, that all happened yesterday.

I came. I conquered. I now have a lot of new outfits.

Winner.

You know what else I love, and miss, and adore?

The kids in the photo.

I miss Honduras more than I can believe. You know how when you are in the car and are listening to the perfect song at the perfect moment, and then you pull up in your driveway earlier than you expect and the magical moment is over? But, you want so much for it to start back up?

I feel that way about my trip to Honduras. I loved it and then the political issues happened and I wound up in my driveway before I was ready. The song was still playing while I was in my drive-way, but it just wasn't the same. And now, I sing the song all the time hoping it will come back sooner.

Canto del personas en Honduras.

I sing of the people in Honduras.

I went to Lipscomb again Thursday and Friday. I'm so very ready to be living there!

I wearing a Lipscomb fleece pullover as I write this. And, it makes me very happy.

Wow, cowboy. . .green chaps aren't flattering

See this pretty girl in the photo?

Today is her birthday!

My friend's birthdays are pretty much my favorite holidays. That, and Halloween and Christmas. Well, I just really like holidays.

Last night I had a dream that I was at camp and I used some awesome karate moves to beat up a mean woman who was really tall. Then, one of my friends walked up and he had a peg leg.

I think the peg leg part came from the fact that I watched Moby Dick in English that day. I'm not sure about the karate thing. . .I guess I just had a lot of pent up anger. (JOKE)

I can't believe it's a Saturday and I don't have anything to do for a long while. I'm sitting here writing this and it's only like 9:30. I suppose I could have slept in, but that doesn't seem to happen any more in my life. Sleep seems to be a fictional character that only flies in every once in a while.

Laundry would be a good thing to do right now, but I don't feel like it's going to happen.

Five Things I'm Very Thankful For Right Now:
1. the Pre-Cal teacher
2. heat in my car
3. sweat pants and flannel button-ups
4. bottles of acrylic paint
5. lovely friends

Where's the structural damage ma'am?

I went home before 2nd period today.
I felt ridiculously gross.
When I walked into the office to sign out, there was a tornado drill.
So, I sat in one of the office chairs and watched people walk by.
I was trying not to throw up, or fall asleep.
Both are bad when you are sitting outside of the principal's office.

The drill finally finished.
I went home and slept about six hours.
Merrrr. . .

I've been wearing a large pair of my dad's sweatpants, and an even larger red plaid flannel shirt. I look like a lazy lumberjack, or lumberjill? You know what I mean.

Friday night was the Halloween Girl's Night, and Katie, Rebecca, and I dressed up as construction workers. It was pretty legit, let me tell you.

I don't usually paint my finger nails, but I did Saturday. Red. And for some reason it makes me feel just pretty enough. That's why I never paint my nails, to keep that little pretty feeling for when I need it most.

My feet are cold, but I don't like wearing socks.