I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!

Scary, huh? Anyhoo, Im glad to be back, but I miss up there in New York. I didn't wanna come home. They had THE BEST pizza in the world. It was amazing. I dont care if youre a flat bread or a thick bread person, this pizza was off the hook. I could have eaten ten gallons of it, but then I would be much much fatter than I am and the world doesnt need to see that. I had a grrrrrrrrrreat time. We went to go see two broadyway plays. People were controversial about The Phantom of The Opera, but I loved it. The cast was perfectly set, especially the woman who played Carlatta and the Phantom himself. Hairspray was way cool too. Scads better than the movie, although I'm thinking of buying it, because I'm never gonna be able to live again without at least seeing the slightly less amazing movie version. We also went to go see The New York Philharmonic. That would have been a lot more enjoyable if the entire band hadnt slept through it. But, c'mon, give us a break we were knackered. We deserved that little nap. Manhattan was amazing, even though it did smell a little. One of the only things I missed was fresh air. And sweet tea. Oh...I almost died without my sweet tea. I think I'm addicted to it. Still, it's better than being addicted to some other things, subjects which i will not delve into at this moment in time. We went to a really fancy resturant, and I momentarily forgot that we were in the north, so I ordered some. They gave me a snapple and I was like, what? no! i dont want this nasty crap from a jar! gimme the real stuff! As soon as we hit virginia on the way back, I ordered a huge glass and guzzled it. It tasted soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good. Anyway, if I figure out how, I'll post pics real soon. Of course, they wont be as amazing as the pictures of little miss Kaitlin, but I have no talent for picture taking. It just isnt my thing. Weird, It's a lot harder than it looks.

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See Ya

I must bid you all farewell, at least for a little while. Tonight, I am going with a bunch of friends to see Definately, Maybe. But then, I am off for New York, and this will probably be my last post for a few days. How sad. :'(

But, I'm too excited to be sad. I can't wait to see those broadway plays, or get to hear the New York Philharmonic. (Please dont patronize my spelling errors. I'm too hyped up to care about them.)

Anyway, I'm off. I hope ya'lls vacation is going as good as mine is!

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PARTAY

So, I just got back from Tyler's party. It was pretty fun I must say. Better, at least, than having to sit around the house and watch my mom clean things while I pack for New York. *squeaks excitedly at the thought of NYC* After completely sucking at airhockey, and trying to put this weird little cubey thing together, I watched some people play super smash brothers, then ALSO completely sucked at guitar hero. It was even on easy, probably the easiest of all songs. I seriously have no knack for video gamse. I guess that goes along with my complete loss of hand-eye coordination. Come to think of it, I don't think I had any to begin with. Anyway, then me and like six other people proceeded to play Apples to Apples 3 times. It's pretty funny the first two times, but then after that you realize that it's getting very old and how pathetic it is to play three times. So, I left in the middle of the third game. God only knows how that one turned out. I watched some people play pool and airhockey, oh and I played ping pong twice! I definatly lost when I played Will, and I'm not sure about the second time because we were tag teamed. Rachel was my partner and I think we both tanked, but that's okay because we werent really keeping score. They had THE BEST chocolate pie (not as good as my mom's though). I also got to hold a BUNNY RABBIT! It's name was Mel and it was so cute. It kind of just layed limply in my lap and let me pet it. I had mucho amounts fun.

Assistant Rev.

Earlier tonight my family and I had dinner with this lady named Danae. She is one of the applicants who is trying to get a job as an assistant reverand at our church. It was so cool talking to her. She's like 30 or 31, so it was just like talking to one of my friends. It was so weird though because we have so much in common. I didnt expect to be able to talk about much, and I thought it would be really awkward, but it wasnt. I freaked when I found out that she played the clarinet when she was in high school like I do, and that she likes to write, and that she likes poetry. It was like we were carbon copies or something. Meeting her wasnt at all like meeting a really HOLY person, who's main hobby is talking about God, which is kind of annoying. I mean, props to them and everything because theyre totally devoted, but a person needs more out of a conversation. I found out that her favorite show is Buffy The Vampire Slayer which I thought had to be the coolest thing ever. I didnt expect it, even though I should know that all Priest's are people too, because of my Dad. He definately has other interests. I guess it's hard to imagine your Priest at home watching television, and feeding their dog unless you've seen them do it before, and it's not weird anymore. But now that I've met Danae outside of the church, it might be just as strange to see her up there with my dad in a collar. But, if she becomes our assistant rev. (which I hope she will) then I'll get use to it. She told us about her dog, and her life wherever she use to live before she went to seminary (I can't really pronounce it, which I guess shows how much I pay attention to detail. i.e. not at all) and her hobbies. Dad has two more people to review, but I really hope he sticks with this one, because we all like her a whole lot, and I think she would be a good fit for the church. But, I guess we all wont really know until we meet the two other applicants.

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FESTIVAAAAAAAAAAAL!

Yesterday, we went to festival at shelby high school. It was all very nervewracking, and such, but it was pretty fun. We were in the warm-up room, when the unthinkable happened. MY CLARINET BROKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some key bent (the backstabbing traitor!) and i couldnt play the upper register, and I was about to burst into tears. Luckily, there was an extra clarinet handy, and so they just switched the part that was broken. Then it was time to go on stage, and I thought that I was going to barf. I'm on the end where everyone can see me. All their round expecting faces were targeted on me (or at least it seemed like it) and I wanted to pass out. But! I had to play, so I did. It didnt sound as good as it normally does, because of the alien clarinet part. I kept pushing a button that I wasnt supposed to push because it was in a slightly different spot than it used to be. But I made it through. Then after the preformance, we all stood outside in front of the scoring board to wait for that judge to come and give us our scores. He is the kind of judge who likes to fake people out, so in roman numerals he wrote that we got three twos, one one, and a three. We all were about to maul him, because we knew that the rankings were unfair. So he came back and filled in the spaces, and it turns out that we got STRAIGHT ONES!!!!!!!!!!!! We all hooped and hollered and hugged eachother. (<>

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Danah's Star (Creative Writing Free Journal)

Danah stared at the tiny star her mother had so precariously sewn onto her vest. It gleamed against the black, even though it was nothing but yellow felt. The small star had more significance now than it had ever had before, even though it was supposed to be some kind of sacred symbol. But seven year old eyes dont differentiate insignias so well. That could have been why both the star, and that funny black spider symbol both looked the same to her, though both meant something completely different. She remembered her mommy saying that the spider was bad, and refusing to hang it from their window when the man in the funny hat had come to make sure their family was "respecting authority" or whatever it was that he had called it. She hadnt had to wear her star then, and the man in the funny hat had been nicer then.
The doorbell ran, filling the house with some ominous sound, though no one could really tell Danah why. To her, it just seemed that every time the doorbell rang, mean men wearing spider symbols on their arms came and did something to her family. They changed things, and made Mommy and Daddy scared, and angry so their faces reddened like strawberries, and they shut themselves behind locked doors to sob out of Danah's veiw.
She ran to living room as Mommy opened the door. She opened it slowly though, trying to avoid the inevitable as long as possible. Behind the frame, the sun fell down upon a clean cut soldier, bathing him in glorious light, masquerading him as an angel from heaven, instead of a demon.
His German voice chomped away at the peaceful silence, and Danah's star seemed to pound on her shirt, as if the inanament object were trying to warn her of something.
"Pack your bags" he said.
"You have one hour" he said.
"You are going away" he said.
She held onto her star now, even though she didnt really understand what it meant, or how it's significance on her shirt had branded her for the rest of her life. But she needed comfort as her Mommy fell to her knees in front of the soldier. He slapped her hard with his palm, the sound echoing through Danah's ears like a siren, and plummeting down into her heart, making it beat faster, and faster.
The soldier, with no regards to the woman crumpled at his feet in pain, asked how old the little girl was.
Seven years old.
Seven years old meant her own special shower.


(Alright Mrs. Dunigan! I cant get second period out of my mind! This is the result!)

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Unusual Character (Creative Writing)

An old woman lived in that house by the hill. It was the kind of house that all the neighbor kids dared their peers to sneak into on nights like Halloween, and others that were deemed creepy due immense amounts of fog that seemed to settle so idly over the field surrounding it. I remember that I always used to glide underneath those kid's radar, moving undetected as I passed the nightmare that was the old woman's house. Even though I was never forced into doing the very thing that would make me pee my pants, passing her house made me cringe. Sometimes, when I was masquerading as a daring individual, I would skulk in the dying weeds outside her side window, and peer in to see if, in fact, she slit the throats of all those cats that had gone missing in the neighborhood. Whenever I put my life on the line to check such mysterious goings on, everything inside the old woman's house seemed, strange at best, but simply the effects of a senile ailment.
The side window, though covered with a thick film of who knew what, led clearly into the living room, which had more dust cascading through the air than the old woman had gray hair. That grew in plentiful bushes on her head, and the hair seemed more like a monster with writhing, white tentacles, trying to escape the confines of her head. The kids insisted that she wore witch garb, such as long, flowing, black robes with tears and cobwebs living happily on the side. They also spun tales of decaying broom sticks, and black magic cats. Although, whenever I took my spot among the weeds, all I could see was a lifestyle gone wrong.
The old woman sported a tennis outfit, more wrinkled and stained than her face. She carried a fraying rope in her hand, and stroked it from time to time, as if it were her pet. The black, stilleto heels on her cracked feet gave off the impression that she was either mentally deranged, or had very high hopes. I guessed the first one. A feather boa encircled her neck like a snake, and sometimes I let my mind wander away, and imagined it tightening around her frail throat. Often times this alarmed me, but then I would see her rip it off, because it was nothing more than clothing. Her eyes were far away, either in the far reaches of her mind, or in a life lost to years of aging. Pictures hung crookedly on the poorly maintained walls, and the smoke alarm startled her out of her daily trances almost contstantly. At first, I atoned this to the smoke that emmanated from the top of her cauldren, where she was sure to stew up little squirrels, and eye of newt, or whatever it was that spat from those kid's imaginations. Then, I came to the realization that the battery needed changing.
She probably needed medical attention, for what I could see what not normal behavior, but I was watched her chat to ghosts, and window curtains, and heard her laughter resonate through the mansion, I began to question what normalcy was. This woman was happy, living inside her own delusions, if they were, in fact, that. Perhaps she was a kind of magic. She could live alone, with her dusty rooms, and her dirty tennis skirts, and still hum happily along with the radio as she boiled tea, completely blind to the stupid kids who whispered outside of her windows.