Just got back from a girl scout meeting (don't laugh, my mom's the leader, I'm stuck in it). For the most part, I was bored (as usual), but we actually had some fun for once. See, we're going to be helping out at a zoo event to help a bunch of little brats--er, darling children, and one of the things we'll be helping with is this thing where you basically explain to them what the zookeepers do to take care of the animals -- ex., feeding, vet stuff, and my favorite, poop-scooping. We had to come up with ideas for swaps (scout thing, basically little pins that you swap around at events), and I really wanted to do something to do with animal crap. Why? I think it's fun to gross out little kids.So in our brainstorming, we came up with putting brown pompoms in a bag to represent the crud, or even better, scratch-and-sniff stickers. XD For the record, my mom thinks we're all crazy. We also had a lot of fun coming up with synonyms for "poop"... yeah, this is what my life has all come down to. If I put as much energy into my LA homework as I did to that, I wouldn't have "failed" the preposition quiz. Anyway, that's my immaturity for today. Sheesh, if we acted like that about it, it's gonna be hilarious to see how the little kids take it. Okay, on to some slightly less strange stuff... if anyone's interested in getting a laugh, I finally got around to uploading the scan of my LA collage project about myself (people from school, you know what I'm talking about). I mostly put it on here because the teacher trimming it kind of cut a good bit of it off, and I'd like to see how non-real life friends see it. Well, here's the link: LA CollageAlso, good news... I think I mentioned a while ago my friend who randomly disappeared about a month ago... I talked to one of her other friends today, and it turns out she's fine, just grounded. Major relief... I was starting to get pretty worried.Okey dokey then... rant time! Today was picture day. Nobody bothered to tell us it was picture day today until yesterday. You should've heard all the girls freaking out... basically, it was a sudden explosion of "OMG OMG WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR?!?!?!?!", which was kind of amusing to me. Well anyway, I had to wear a polo shirt to school today. People laughed at me. And for once, I had my hair reasonably brushed, my glasses pushed up on my nose, my head at a good angle, and figured out how to smile without looking doofy, but the idiot photographer was trying to make me laugh to get me to smile more, so my lips started twitching right as he took the picture... I probably have a really weird look on my face. Greeeaattt...Just one last thing... I'm finally reading New Moon! And Eclipse is at the library for me, waiting to be picked up... I am a happy person. :)
Yeeaaahhh... the title came from band this morning. Simple thing, really... someone brought up a yearbook order that wasn't in an envelope (the director had already gotten several of them like that), and he said "Oh, you're envelope-less too". Something about the way he said it struck me as really funny, and sounded like some kind of animal... I was thinking of antelopes, for some reason. So the three of us on the first row started yelling stuff like "Over there, on the horizon... it's an envelopeless!" and "Run! The envelopelesses are stampeding!", while everyone else looked at us like we were crazy. Well, it was fun. We decided an envelopeless would be like an antelope but missing its ears or tail or butt or something...Unfortunately, I was scarred for life later in band... the director was talking about how he'd been listening to CDs to pick stuff for our spring concert, and one of the things he picked was songs from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (the old one that I like, not the awful new version), and played the sample recording. It was pretty good, though he cracked a few too many jokes about the movie to me (long story, you can probably guess what he was saying if you think about the characters' names). After that, he was just going through the CD, and all of a sudden he goes "Hey, Hannah Montana in Concert!" Half of us started cheering, and the other half (my half) started screaming. He played like 30 seconds of it and then cut if off, then almost played something from High School Musical... scaaarrrryyy.PE is still going okay... I'm not that great, but I made a few baskets and didn't kill anyone. The world seems to have something against my left foot, though... specifically my big toe. People keep stepping on it and running into it... already chipped off part of the toenail pretty bad, and now it just hurts like crap every time someone or something touches it, which is a lot now. Of course, they all tell me if my foot hadn't been in the way, they wouldn't have stepped on it, but I personally blame it on their foot. So there.Now, I have a mountain of homework, should prolly get a start on it...
I'm pretty ticked off right now. Why, you ask? Well, it's that time of year again... line dancing unit at my sister's school. For people who don't know what I'm talking about, her school does a line dancing thing every year, which they perform at family night. I had to do it for three years, and I hated it. Few things are more embarrassing than having to line dance to a bunch of stupid songs in front of your parents and a bunch of people you know, trust me.So anyway, she's decided to be even more of a loser than usual and not only do the dances, but talk about them all the time... and practice them at home. Seriously, that's just... weird. And for me, it means enduring her blasting gross oldies music (not the oldies I like, the weird stuff) from YouTube and stomping all over the place, while I'm trying to read... uggh, it's infuriating. She throws a pitching screaming fit every time I tell her to turn it down, stop dancing for a while, go to hell, whatever. :PIn addition to that, I've also finally gotten good at Pachelbel's Canon (well, depends on how you define "good"), so I've now started working on The Entertainer. So far, it sucks. I can play the top notes of the right-hand part (as in, when there are two or three notes on top of each other, I only bother to play the top one), but as for the rest of the notes and the bass clef, forget it. I may eventually got it down, and it's supposedly on the same level as Pachelbel's Canon, but this one's going to take a while. I'm tempted to record my progress so far and upload it to YouTube, but people would laugh at me...On another note, PE isn't as big a disaster as I thought it might be. Yeah, I'm terrible at basketball, but I can sort of catch rebounds, and sort of throw, so I'm not totally useless. So far, I haven't gotten stuck on a team with any of the jocks... and I feel sorry for those who have. They all have a tendency to hog the ball and order everyone else around, and then yell at their teammates when they never win... seriously, if a team with me on it is actually beating them, they need to get a grip and share. Geez.Also, my band director is officially a meanie head. After All State (whoops, said the forbidden word), I decided to go on strike from playing scales for a while... or possibly the rest of my life... and he tells us that next week, we test on the chromatic scale. I hate the chromatic scale, and it's on the list of things I never wanted to play again as long as I live. But now I'm stuck playing it. Evilness... :(Now, off to do my mountain of homework...
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