Sorry Everybody :)

I know that yesterday's post wasn't the best. I admit that and knew it was bad before I even started writing it, you may say that my pre-hatred of it made it not great, but I was not in the right frame of mind. This should be happy, not some crappy assignment I dread. Usually I like to do my blog, but the last couple weeks I haven't loved it. So now you get to hear about my problems, but hey, it's more real than whatever the crap that last post was.

I have seriously hated everything the last week or so. I am sick of people and the world seems to be caving in. I am claustrophobic when I am just in class or in the hall way, something is off. I have not wanted to do my blog and it has consequently gotten not very great.

I care too much what everyone thinks, so when everyone started saying they read my blog I got panicked. At first it was okay, but some how the numbers went up and each person increased my stress exponentially. By yesterday there was nothing I felt like I could write. I have things to say, but there was a reason for everything on why I couldn't write about that topic. I figured Sest was a pretty safe bet, after all no one knows her, and no one cares. If you hated my blog I was hoping you would stop reading it and I wouldn't have to worry about that (subconsciously, I am glad this is not just like some online diary, even if my readers are like Shelby and Mr.Thompson and maybe on occasion Pink Lady, I am glad you read it.)

Back to why I haven't been happy or writing what I am thinking. I guess from the second paragraph you may have guessed that I am kind of depressed. I want to say I am just stressed or something, but that would be a lie. I have gotten sick, gotten depressed, or had something traumatic happen almost every year around this time. I hate October to January. There is nothing noticeably wrong, nothing happens really, and if you didn't talk to me personally you would never know I was upset. I don't hide things well, but I can contain my emotions. No one really cares to know if you are okay, as long as you act all happy and peppy and all that. Which means that unless you are Shelby or my mom you probably haven't noticed how unhappy I am  a lot.

People talk to me everyday, and as long as you like act like you haven't seen them in a year and it is the greatest thing ever, no one will question it. I started freaking out in seminary today, I am glad no one in my class notices me besides like Mad Dog, because I am sure I looked as panicked as I felt. No one in swim noticed my behavior either, well almost no one. Shelby noticed because I was texting her last week and started melting down. She could tell that I was upset, but I don't think my explanation did anything to clear  up anything.  Jinni also noticed I was upset today. A boy at swim touched me and I just glared at him and told him to never, EVER touch me again. He laughed and touched me again, and I got even more angry, but not in a comical way, in a way that Jinni at least could tell I was close to snapping. She told him to not touch me, and he obeyed. After swim he touched me again, and I didn't take it any better then. Back to Jinni, she could tell that I was not okay, so she just looked at me in the eyes and asked if I was okay. She asked who I was mad at and threatened whoever had hurt me. I said it was a long story, and when she insisted I at least tell her later I told her it was a REALLY long story.

In a sense it is a long story. It is more of the story of my life. I will explain the best I can now what is wrong. I am generally a happy person, I like small spaces, and I love people, so why do I feel like everything is wrong and hard, claustrophobic in open spaces, and wish everyone would shut up and go somewhere else? Funny you should wonder, here is why. (P.S. I will personally hurt you if you ever use this against me, because people have and they are lucky to be alive.)

I wrote about Sest because I miss her. I really miss her and her strangeness. She and I haven't gotten along great lately, or for like a year or two, but I miss her a lot. She is the only one who helped me on one of the worst days of my life.

October 27 in sixth grade started out as a great day, I kicked a kid and my teacher told him to let it go, it wasn't a big deal. Everything when right, and both of my teachers were being really nice to me, like nicer than you would expect. I understood the next day why when they looked at me they looked with pity. It was a great day, but when I got home I could tell something was not right. My mom was standing in the kitchen holding two blizzards, one for me one for my sister. As great as this was the look on her face said bad news. She told me Collette was dead. I burst into tears, then called three people, Sest, Jade, and Karma. I called Sest first, at first she thought I was kidding, she thought it was a joke until I started sobbing incoherently. She then felt my pain and started asking if I was okay. She let me cry and try to talk, she told me she was going to get me a blizzard when we finally hung up. Next I called Jade, Jade is my Biological dad, and Collette's ex-husband (give you any hints?). I called him and tried to get comfort, he didn't listen, only called her bad things and said what a horrible person she was. I was too nice then to yell at him, so I just set the phone on my bed and cried while I heard him going on and on about her imperfections. I couldn't stand it, but I didn't have the heart to make him stop bashing her. After him I made a call that I thought would be really hard, calling Karma. Karma is 22 right now. She was on a navy ship at the time, and my mom said that I needed to tell her that Collette was dead. I had to be the one to tell her my mom said. Karma is Collette's oldest child by the way. I told Karma the news, being careful to not cry too hard when I was talking, but to my shock she said she knew, and had known for months. I was so mad at her then I could hardly handle it, she had known, she knew the whole time. She had let me think that Collette had forgotten my birthday, had been ignoring me all this time, when she was dead.

Now you may wonder who Collette is, or you may have guessed, either way she is my biological mother. I am adopted, but not when I was a baby or two or something, I was adopted when I was 11.I was really close to Collette, closer than most anyone. Let me explain first why I was adopted (and no, I am not an orphan, in case you were wondering, I have been asked that, and the answer is no, I am not an orphan and I never lived in an orphanage.)

October 27 is when I found out Collette was gone, but December 10 is when it all started, for me at least. Not when I was in sixth grade of course, but when I was 5. (Did you notice that it is the 12th, two days after that anniversary that I am telling you about my depression? I am not just some wimp that can't get over the past, there is a reason behind it all.)

December 9, 2001 is a night I remember well. I heard my parents talking about how tomorrow they were going to call the police. There were people spying on us and they needed to call the police. I tried to convince them not to. I tried everything I could, but they wouldn't listen. I knew they weren't going to listen to me, so I requested that my mom read me a book before I went to bed, something rare I think. She read me the book and told me to go to bed. She kissed me and left, as she left I vowed I was going to wake up early and hide all the phones in the house. I cried that night, I knew things were going to change tomorrow.

The next morning I hoped I could accomplish my goal and hide all the phones, but I didn't. I had a special blanket, cleverly named special blankey, with me at all times when I was little, and I was scared so I had it over my head when I walked out of my room. The sight that met me was so scary I backed up and closed my bedroom door. I was too late, there were police all over my house. I wrapped my blankey around me closer and ran down the stairs.

It was a clear shot from my room to the couch my mom was seated in. There were officers around her and she had hand cuffs on. I ran down to her, but she couldn't hug me with the hand cuffs on. I think she said something, but I can't remember what, whatever it was she said reminded me to go find my dad. He was on a different couch in a different room, so they couldn't make eye contact I learned, and was also hand cuffed. I was terrified, and only got more scared when the police demanded I show them where my parents' drugs were. I didn't know what they meant, so I assumed that they were talking about insulin (my dad is diabetic) or something. I tried to show them, but I didn't know and they were not satisfied with my answer. I don't know if they realized I was five, because they seemed to think I must know, and they thoroughly looked in the spots I said whatever they were looking for was. I was scared and I was alone. My parent's didn't understand, they were not in a state of reality and I knew it. I was alone because not only were they not really there, I had woken up early so I could hide the phones, so my sisters were still asleep. I walked around confused and lost until they led my mom up stairs to wake my sisters up. It was like a scene from a horror movie or a documentary of a something horrible, she was forced to go up accompanied by police to wake up her kids. She had to come in and let them see that she could not take care of them. I followed and cried, I didn't want to be alone, but I didn't want them to be in the same pain and confusion I was in. At the time Karma was 12 or 13, Rae was 7, and Migi was 2. We got to pack a small bag of clothes, and were rounded into a police car. When my mom was trying to pack something for us, under the close supervision of an officer of course, she was shaking. She could hardly do it, and the officer got impatient with her slowness and did it for her, full of hatred and anger. I sat and watched the scene, and followed when I was told to get into the police car.

In the car I hugged special blankey, and hid my face from everything, only occasionally looking up to see where we were. I know now were we were I think, but at the time I could just see cars and white cement walls on the side of the road. We drove for a long time before arriving at a big building. It seemed like a house, but it wasn't at the same time. We arrived around noon I would guess, and when we got there our things were taken and we were rounded in. We arrived in a laundry room, we had our coats taken, and were given a brief tour of the house. I still didn't know where I was or why, but I knew from what they were saying that we were staying there for a while.

That night I was put in a big room to sleep with too many kids for me to count at that point. I slept on the floor the first night, or laid on the floor at least. I was confused because I still hadn't been told where we were or why, and it was just chaos. To make it worse, they took my special blankey and Karma and Rae slept in a different room; the people that worked there said I could sleep with Karma and Rae, but I didn't want Migi to be alone. I woke up to an alarm of sorts, and when I got up I made cereal like they told me to. I wanted to go to preschool, but was told to wait in the "play room." Play room is a strong term, it was more of a white room with white toys. I sat in a white chair and cried some more, all of the older children got to go to school, so I was alone. Migi was there, but she was playing with a white toy kitchen, oblivious of the situation. There was in the room white walls, a little white chair, a white kitchen set, a window or two, a white room divider and a white door leading out of the little assylum. It wasn't a play room at all, I had heard of white padded rooms, and that is what it reminded me of, a white room for people who had caused problems to society. I sat there all day it seemed like, waiting for the other kids to get out of school.

They got home after what seemed like an impossible amount of time. We ate dinner at a long table with all of the other children. There were all kinds of kids there, a lot were a lot older than me and went to school, and most of the remainder of the kids were babies and tottlers. I maybe slept in that same room one more time, but I got to sleep in bunk beds after that. We switched beds every night and were not allowed to get out. Rae claims to this day that they set the alarms off several times when she would try to get up to go to the bathroom or anything. I personally didn't get out of bed too often, I just cried every night and soon got to know the other girls in the room. I ended up sleeping above or by one girl a lot, she was nice and I enjoyed talking to her. I hope that she ended up alright after her situation was sorted out, what ever her situation was.

The wake up and breakfast schedule changed, and I was always the last one up. I would get to the table after everyone was eating, I would eat alone when they all left, but anything is better than the white "play room" that I would go to after I was done. The ladies that worked there were not nice, they shouldn't have been there. They watched TV and yelled at me and were impatient. They were scary and I avoided them as much as I could. I tried to not go up alone to them.

There was a Christmas party thing when we were there. All the kids went to a building with kids from other shelters were there for ever with nothing to do. Someone spoke about things I couldn't understand for an amazing amount of time. Then we got presents. You may be thinking I shouldn't complain, presents are great right? And people donate good things at those tree things, so it must not be too bad. This was not a charity tree though, and the presents were only okay. What made it crappy is they called each kid up alphabetically---

(I did this monday, I will finish it this week, but I want to post this much before I get bored and decide to post about something else. I hope you liked it if you read it, I promise I will finish the story this week. I just want to be free to post about other things a little because I have a lot to say about the present life crap. Anyways, I know I stopped at a really bad time, like mid-story, but yeah... I can't finish that paragraph today, it takes a surprising amount of energy to write anything about that.)

P.S. Ignore the spelling and grammer and punctuation errors, okay?

The Seven Wonders of the World (Plus Darth Skittles)

I am going to write this week's post on my friend Sest Wonder. No, that is not her real official name, but I really do call her Sest. I have nicknames for almost everyone in her family; her mom's name is Queen Cheesy, her 13 year old brother is Lukie, Her dad is just her dad, her 7 or 8 year old brother is Tate, and her youngest brother is Coie. You may be counting that up and see that it is only six people, so to make it seven (a much cooler number) I added her dog in. Her dog is named Fishy, well it is to me at least, and Before that dog She had a dog named Cheesy (who I still count as part of their family). She also has a bird named Darth Skittles.


I will start with Sest. Sest is really tall, she is random, and she is fun to be around. We went to Las Vegas once, and we had a weird time. We bought lip gloss, but then she decided it smelled like the Sinclair Dinosaur died in it. (This is gross because the Sinclair dinosaur already is supposed to smell like throw up, thanks to me and my car sickness.) We were drawing pictures at the same time, so I decided to use the lip gloss to paint the picture. She thought I was drawing a bowling pin, but it was a fairy. So now I have, in one of my sketch books, a picture of a strawberry/watermelon smelling bowling pin fairy. 


We have fought a lot, but she is one of my best friends. She has been there when it has counted. She is a sophomore, so I don't see her a lot, but when I do, it is scary how hyper I get. I know you really don't want to read this, but I promise there are good stories, I just need to introduce her family for you to get it.


Her brother, Lukie, is 13. He hates being called Lukie he says, but I think he secretly likes it. He goes to my school, and said one day, "You know, you are my sister. At school you're my school sister." This made my day, and the next time he saw me he said "Hi Sister!" much to the surprise of the girl who I was talking to (I guess they knew each other). He is so cute, I love his voice. He is really sweet too; he used to let Sest and me make him play Barbies.


Her dad is just her dad. Her mom is named after her dog, Cheesy, and is one of the funniest people ever. Her name is Queen Cheesy because she kept insisting that her dog's name was Jersey, which it was not, it was Cheesy. My favorite quote from her right now is "putting the 'FUN' in dysfunctional since 1971." Well it was until I read her last Facebook status (I had to go find that quote on her wall so I could quote it exactly), so pretty much the last thing I heard her say is the funniest. 


Sest's youngest brothers, Tate and Coie, are eight and six. They are not way too little, but they seem little to me. Lukie and Tate are very compassionate, they care a lot about people and are really sweet. Coie I don't really know too well. 


Sest has a bird that I named after myself because I disapproved of its real name and her family needed a Star Wars reference. Her dog Cheesy was so cute, her name was Cheesy because I was sitting on her couch once eating Cheetos and I commented that they were really cheesy. When I said the word cheesy her dog looked up, and after that I always just called her Cheesy because that is the name that she responded to. I haven't officially been introduced to their new dog Fishy yet, so yeah.


My mom says that I need to be done now, so I will save my Sest stories for later. See ya!

Layton Meet

This week we had a meet at the Layton pool. It was a big meet, in fact, there were all of the Davis district high schools there I think. I only had two events, and neither of them went as well as I hoped for. The first one I lost a second, so that's good. Everyone cheered for me in that one it seemed like, so I was happy.

 In the second one I got up to the starting block and my goggles broke. I held them out trying not to panic, and Shelby grabbed them and ran to get hers for me to use. I was supposed to be up and waiting, so I just turned to the nearest person with goggles on and asked him if I could use his. He said yes and gave them to me, but even before I got them I knew they were way too big and I didn't have time to adjust them. I wore them anyways and actually did the start okay with them. The goggles started filling up with water pretty quickly though, and I figured they wouldn't last much longer. I did a flip turn at the wall and went so crooked that I not only hit the lane line, I went over it. I was mostly in my lane, but I figured I had gotten DQed then and there. I did another 50 and when I got back to that wall again I did a flip turn and my (well my guy friend's) goggles fell off. I swam better when they came off, because the pool was suddenly not black any more. I got to the other end and saw I had gained four seconds, but at least I did it I guess. (When I got out either Shelby or the guy who's goggles I had swam with had fixed my goggles, so it all ended up good.)

One thing that I learned was that some people get mad when you eat their food. I got yelled at by some guy for eating the Knight's (one of the other high schools) food. I don't know why he cared at all, because they weren't eating the bagels, so why shouldn't I? Plus they guy who yelled at me was a DAD, so it wasn't even his food to eat either. My friend Shelby covered for me and pretended to eat the bagel, but we knew we weren't fooling anyone. I ended up telling him off a little because it was a bagel, not a huge deal... So then I ate another bagel (well, I ate half a bagel each time, not a whole bagel) later, partially because he yelled at me. I didn't want to get yelled at though, so I asked one of the Knight boys to get it for me so the weird guy (who spent the whole meet sitting right by the bagels for some reason) wouldn't yell at me again.

I sat with a good group of friends at the meet. We sat on inter tubes and talked and it was over all just really fun. I liked this meet even with the events not being as good as I hoped.

That covers most of the meet. I got home at 1:30 and slept till roughly 7-7:30. Then I woke up, ate and pretty much went back to bed. I was surprised this meet tired me out so much. Maybe next week I will finally make a post fully about Shelby, but until then, Amore!

p.s. I actually don't like bagels... So the whole bagel thing is a little weird.

Braces?!

Yes, you heard me right, braces. I had braces in second and third grade, then a retainer, so I figured I was pretty set. I have actually gotten compliments on my teeth at school... not so at home. My mom is convinced that my teeth aren't "rounded enough." She says that the retainer made my teeth to flat in front or something, personally, I think it's fine. 
I was going to get a new set of braces two years ago, but got sick right before and got to avoid it. I was hoping this would last, because my teeth are STRAIGHT, there is nothing wrong with them. But my mother did not see the light or understand my argument, so she insisted that we look into it. Every time she brought it up I would have a spaz attack over why I don't need them, so she decided to surprise me with news that we were going to "compare prices" between my old orthodontist and some new guy.
I went reluctantly to the orthodontist and decided I really didn't want braces. The assistants couldn't turn on one of the machines, then when I saw the actual guy I was not sure how old he was. He looked like he was in high school almost. Then I saw his diploma and it said 2010, as in he just graduated like a year or two ago! 
He talked to my mom and me for a while, then started acting like I really was going to have braces. I was going to tell him how it really was, that I wasn't going to get them, this is all theoretical, but he stopped me. What had been making me hold off saying that I wasn't going to get them was that I didn't want to interrupt and the fact that he had a row of shiny new iPod shuffles on his desk. Before you start dissing iPod shuffles, they are good. They are also shiny, so I let them go on talking about braces like it was a possibility for a little longer. Then when I was about to say something to him concerning why I couldn't I heard him say "And you can take one of the iPods." He had me there, iPod or braces free? Tough choice, I wanted both equally. He started talking about how it would only be eight months, so they'd be off by high school, and how they are going to be clear-ish, and all that, so I decided that I could at least decided which one I wanted if I were to give in. 
He started writing stuff and they were talking seriously about it, but I am like a raccoon, I was more focused on the metallic green, pink, and silver to care about the details. I still wasn't sure, but I figured I could learn a little more, you know, it was going to be in a while, a month or two right?
A month would be good, enough time to seriously think about it I decided. But then I heard "When is good for you?" from him and my mom reply, "Never after school, she has swim and she can't miss that. Tuesdays don't work and tomorrow I can't. Maybe Wednesday... What classes can you miss Skittles? Is that an A day or a B day?"
This was not good, but I couldn't say anything now because it was too late and this wouldn't happen again (such a good price plus an iPod shuffle)and I didn't want to be rude and be a brat.
So now I am getting braces during eighth period Wednesday, am going to have stupid braces all year for my already straight teeth, and am going to look like a weirdo, but it's all good because now I have an iPod shuffle! (Oh, and in case you were wondering I chose the silver one, and it looks really cool..so yeah!)

Ninja Puma Scar Story

I don't think I should post about swim again, those of you that do read this are probably getting bored of that. Three weeks of just talking about swim meets would probably be a little bit of over kill. I had two meets this week, the first one I am not even sure about, my memory of it is hazy. I did drop nine seconds on butterfly though, that was the highlight. The second meet was a two day meet, and it was a lot of fun. My legs are very vandalized and the sharpie may never come off them (not that I want it to). I swam 100 free and 50 in a 200 free relay. I could spend a whole post on that meet, but like I said,  you are probably not interested in hearing about a swim meet every post.

Now you get to hear about my ninja puma scar, because they are irrelevant but I haven't told you any unrelated stories lately, so it's high time I did.

This summer I went to girls camp, for girls at my church who are like 12-18. There were a lot of 15 year old girls, but I really spent a lot of time with the 12 year olds. It was a ton of fun, although I got caught in a huge storm and ended up feeling kind of sick after that... But during camp I was roasting a hot dog. I never eat hot dogs, but I was that day. I had just taken the hot dog of the metal pole, so I think I stuck it back into the fire to see if I could get it red hot. After a minute I took it out and was just spinning it around not really noticing what I was doing. This roasting stick was bent though, I don't know why it was bent so much or how I happened to choose that one, but by chance I had chosen the one that was so bent at the end. So I was spinning it around not paying attention when it hit my face. I started to shout because of the sudden pain (which that in it's self is a little weird, I usually shriek, not like shout). I caught myself though, and just put the roaster down and went to the little cabin I was staying in. It really hurt, but I didn't want anyone to know or be worried, so I decided to try and cover it up with make up. The problem was it burned from the top of my cheek down across my mouth and almost to my chin. I don't ever wear like foundation, so I tried to cover it with blush and lip gloss. At first I thought it might work, because you could hardly see it, but it killed. I asked one of the girls to let me hold a cold water bottle she had just filled up to my face~~~, and again tried to act totally natural while holding a water bottle to my face. It looked pretty stupid, because I was just jabbering about how it was so hot and it was really a good idea to hold cold water bottles to your face.

My whole make up and water bottle thing was kind of working, but we were about to go on a hike then go canoeing. As we were hiking my face started hurting more and more, but I tolerated it. We canoed, then when I got back on shore people started asking what happened to my face. I said I had just burned it, but yeah it was fine.

Waiting for the other girls I started talking to this one girl, she is in 9th grade with me and is really quiet, so I had hardly ever talked to her. We were talking and had heard it was almost time to hike back to camp, so we followed some older girls back. I couldn't see the other girls, just the one I was talking to and the two we were following. Right when we were leaving it started raining. I figured that I could handle it, just a little rain right? But the hike was all up hill, and the rain turned to hail. Now with my face still searing and trudging uphill in freezing hail, I was pretty miserable. But a little while into the hike back we all realized that none of the other girls were with us. There were girls from other wards, but none from ours.

We didn't want to go all the way back, so we decided to just keep on going. It hailed or rained or sleeted the whole time. I was soaking, and my shoes were dripping from all the puddles and condensation. We got back to camp after what seemed like forever, and were faced with another problem, there were hot showers, but there were only two. We all decided that since there were four girls, the two older ones would get one shower and the 9th grade girl and I would get the other. This ended up more confusing and strange than I expected or than it sounds, so I don't think I will explain how it all ended up, but we were all showered and just talking for an hour before anyone got back.

One of the leaders had decided to stay back, so she talked to us, but again with my mouth hurting it started to get hard to talk. My scar was now bright and starting to blister. The freak storm had worn everyone out, so we were all just sitting in the bunks talking when everyone came back.

Talking hurt, but for some reason chewing gum didn't, so I started chewing a lot of gum. I had a dozen or more pieces in my mouth by the time dinner came. (I got that number into the 30's the next day, much to the disgust of my mom when she picked me up.)

But back to the story, It kept hurting, and it killed when it blistered. Some people started asking me what happened to my face and if I was okay, which I was I said, but about half way through the next day it stopped being okay and I couldn't speak at all and was almost in tears at how much it hurt to open my mouth.

One of the senior girls told me when I was trying to come up with a better story than "I got burned on a weenie roaster" as one of the other girls had suggested I say (because it sounds so pathetic), that I say I was attacked my a ninja. She kept coming up with better ideas, and my favorite was a was attacked my a puma. So that is how I got my ninja puma scar. (unfortunately it faded an incredible amount within like a week, so now you can't see it.)

Crazy Week

In English this week I was called an "antilogacous" person. To clarify I will go through the whole definition for it, because frankly I don't think that I would have the patience to try to analyze what each part of it means, so I don't expect you to either. Anti means against, Log-speech, Acious- inclined to, so.... It is being against people talking, and I guess according to Mr. Thompson, it describes me. I am not sure how serious he was, but he seems to think that I am quiet and have no fun (the no fun part is a different story though), which is laughable. I am not at all quiet, unless I am nervous or something, but generally no. I don't talk a ton in class I guess though. The reason why is I don't want to look stupid, and when I talk that happens quite frequently. In English I am not having a ton of luck, I think Mr.Thompson knows I want to be unnoticed and uses that against me by making that impossible. I like English better being noticed, so I guess it's good. But back to the point, I usually never shut up, so it is funny he thought I was quiet.

Now, I had two swim meets this week, so I should talk about them. The first meet was good, not much to report there, but I did an all kicking relay... I was not happy about that. The second swim meet, which was in Box Elder, actually shaped a lot of the end of my week. I hated the meet, every moment of the meet pretty much, so my times were not good, and I was very, very unhappy when I got home. I won't go into detail on what made the meet so mad, but I think that it will suffice to say that my mom had to force me to go to school the next day (even though she let me sleep through fifth period), and had to really have some good reasons for me to go to swim. I actually decided that I hated swimming and never wanted to go back. I went through the first half of swim and was about to swear at a few people.

I really didn't want to go to the "meeting" because I didn't want to hear that I sucked. It was better than I thought and there were cookies after, so that made me happier. I ended up liking swim okay, and got over a little bit of my anger. But two of my friends kept asking me to go to this dance, and I said that I would I guess, although I actually had no intention of going.

 I accidentally let it slip and my friends realized I wasn't going to go, so they forced me to go. I went and spent a lot of time with Shelby's friends, but saw a lot of other people that I knew too. I saw a bunch of people from swim there, and talked to a few. I saw two of the people that I was mad at before, and they both apologized for what they did, so everything ended up happy!

Cedar City Swim Meet

Disclaimer: I have no idea why some of this is highlighted and I can't fix it, so just go with it.

Last week I told you I was going to write about the Cedar City swim meet, so here it is!

Last Friday I went to a swim meet in Cedar City. We left around 7:45 am from the pool were I swim. When we got there we waited for a while, then a cool looking bus pulled up. It was the nice fancy expensive looking kind of bus. It was all chrome looking and big and had a fancy driver.   He looked like a butler and talked like one too, which was cool because most bus drivers remind me of hobos.

On the trip there I sat by my "bed mate" Shelby and my friend Allie. Shelby and I sat directly by each other and Allie sat on the row across the aisle from us. It was a five hour long trip, but it was surprisingly not boring. Shelby and I talked most of the ride, and Allie woke up a few times to talk to us, although I guess the hot guy in front of her was more interesting anyways. Shelby and I talked about school drama for most of a few hours, and then I showed her Julian Smith. She was quoting him, but didn't even know who he was! So just in case you also don't know who he is, here is a video by him:

After we got to the hotel where we were staying we went to Subway for lunch. Then we unpacked and went to the meet. My events were 200 Free, 200 Free Relay, 100 Back, and 400 Free Relay. I learned that I really like relays so far. I was nervous for the 100 back, but I didn't get disqualified, so that is success for me right now. I did my events, but poor Shelby had a 500 Free. She wasn't confident about her swimming, and  almost threw up or started crying a few times. She was nervous all of Friday for it and half of Saturday, but then did amazing on it and will now probably have it again.

There is a lot more to a meet than just the races as you know or can guess. This meet had a ton going on since it was an overnight one. After the first night of the meet, everyone when to Sizzlers. Shelby swims for a different high school than Allie and me, so she usually ends up going with the Lancers. This time however, Allie and I went with her high school, the Knights. I think it confused the waitress though, so Allie and I got our food last. Allie didn't like the food, but Shelby and I did, so we ate all of ours and some of Allie's. We got ice cream after, but it was self serve, so by the time we got to it everyone had already had some, so we ate half frozen ice cream. I did my favorite thing to do, tell someone after I start eating or at the most inconvenient time that I am allergic to ice cream. You should try it, it is really funny every time. But anyways, we ate ice cream and I told her that I was allergic and she freaked out. She got mad and made me stop eating it. Luckily though, I have cousins that live in Cedar City, and one of them was excited I came and brought me cookies, which were 100 times better than the ice cream, so I didn't go without treats. (Okay, I did also have about a pound of skittles in my hoodie too, but not counting that, that's just basic survival.) After dinner, we were going to go to either a movie or haunted house. I voted haunted house, but we ended up going to a movie. We saw The Three Musketeers, and it was really funny, but the whole time Shelby was freaking out about her knife that she brings everywhere. She carries it everywhere I guess, and when she dropped it on the bus she had a mini heart attack. She couldn't stop talking about it, and almost hugged the boy that found it the next day. She doesn't let me touch her knife, because I dropped it on my lap and also another incident on the last bus ride to Logan.

After we got back to the hotel after the movie, it was almost midnight, so we went to bed pretty quickly. When we woke up the next morning, we woke up to screaming for some reason. We went down stairs and ate breakfast, but there weren't enough chairs, so I sat on the ground. Shelby grabbed a banana for me and I grabbed an orange for her (don't ask me why) before we left the hotel. We planned to eat them at the swim meet, so we put them in her bag. She had her bag on a pool chair during the meet, and Allie came over and sat on the chair. Unfortunately she sat right on top of the banana. She said she was too lazy to move, so I tried to eat a smashed banana, again just don't ask.

We had a picnic after the meet ended (about noon) and started off home. On the way home everyone watched Captain America, although I slept though most of it. When I woke up we watched Tangled. Then I was officially the cup holder for one of the coaches. Sadly I felt really special to be able to hold her cup of soda.. Then we went to a truck stop and I bought Skittles, because everyone ate almost ALL my hoodie stash of Skittles!! The whole trip was a blast, and I'll tell you about the Logan meet next time.

Shepherds Pie and The Mummy Returns.

I was going to tell you about the swim meet this weekend, it has quite a few stories involved. But first, I want to tell you about dinner and a movie. I will tell you about Cedar City another time.

 You are probably thinking me talking about dinner is really boring, because really what can you say about it? But no, it is actually kind of funny tonight. See, my little sister (Adrienne) likes to do cartwheels. She does cartwheels all day it seems like. Usually I don't really have much to do with her cartwheels. Tonight however, I decided that since I was babysitting them I would just warm us some left overs and eat it on the floor by my couch. (I was sitting like a few feet from my table, so it's kind of pointless, but I didn't want to sit in a chair.) So I warmed up some shepherds pie for dinner. If you don't know what that is, it's meat, corn, green beans, cheese, and mashed potatoes, not in that order. Trust me it tastes a lot better than I just made it sound. Anyways, I sat down with my plate of food, and was about to eat it, when my sister did one of her cartwheels. Unfortunately, she was standing right in front of me, and she kicked my plate five or ten feet up in the air. I am not kidding, it almost hit my ceiling. The reason why  I told you what is in shepards pie is so you can get a little bit of an idea of the chaos that ensued.

My plate when up in the air, and all food that was on it went everywhere. It was on the blinds, the windows, the couch, the floor, a couple walls, the dog, my other sister, everywhere. I think that it covered more area than if it had been paint instead of food. I think that the only thing that didn't end up covered in mashed potatoes was the actual plate.

My littlest sister Eliza started to almost cry, and Adrienne felt so bad and kept saying sorry. I almost started laughing because it was so comical how it happened. I had to spend forever cleaning it all up, (it got behind the couch somehow) and kept laughing. Adrienne didn't think it was funny because she felt so bad about it, and Eliza also didn't think it was funny either because I told her not to cry when it landed on her.  But I thought it was hilarious.

After dinner, when my sisters went to bed, I watched a movie.  Have you seen The Mummy? If not, you really should. We watched it in Art a while ago, and it is really good. I laughed for a lot of it, where as my friend Moonshine (it is a long story as to why I decided to call her that on my blog, but it is from The Mummy) was scared the whole time. We watched it to see Egyptian Art, but it was a nice break from all the notes we were taking before the movie. Anyways, my friend Moonshine and I loved it and wanted to watch the sequel. We eventually did, and I think it made the art teacher like us. The second movie was actually arguably better than the first. It was really funny and we still make a weird hand sign for it and talk about it a few times a week. We also watched The Mummy 3, but it was not as good. It had a totally different plot and the main character was a different person, who was like 20 years older, but her husband was still the same age. It wasn't even Egyptian, it was Chinese! The two good things about it were the weird uncle (who is the only reason we even finished the movie) and the yeties. I don't want to go into detail about that movie, but it's not as good as the first two.

The Mummy Returns (the second of the three movies) was on TV tonight. My friend texted me to tell me, and when we couldn't watch it together, we just watched it and texted about it the whole time. It was really funny, and it was weird to like "virtually" (for lack of a better word) hang out with someone. The movie has a random part in it where they are talking in a desert sand dune area and then in the background there is  in the middle of the  sand a guy sitting in a bathtub reading a news paper. It is irrelevant and really random, but I think it is funny.

In the movie there are also zombie monkeys and skeleton armies and an army that has human bodies, but with weird animal heads that confound me. This is not all, the Rock (super buff dude who is in a ton of movies) is in the movie as a half scorpion half human demon. I think they might kill him, but don't quote me on that. Texting about the movie was actually really fun, but I think that it would have been funny if the texts that I sent went to the wrong person. The person would get so confused I bet, good think they all went to the right person because anybody but Moonshine would be flummoxed (go look it up :D) by my texts about zombie monkeys and bathtubs in the desert!

Really Unnecessary Stupid Post on Nothing

Note: Don't read this, it is stupid and if you do read it then it you are wasting your time, there are 101 better ways to spend the amount of time it takes you to read this. Not being modest, just honest, this is not a good post...at all. Are you still reading? if so, stop, go do something productive, or play video games, or really anything.  I don't want you to suffer having to read this.

HEY ALL!  I am going out of town, so I am writing this right now. I have a million things to say but at the same time nothing to say right now. I really don't know what to say, so I guess it will be a surprise for me too. I am painting this thing for art, it is a mosic of a jellyfish, but have you ever seen a mosic of a jellyfish (that is not ten feet tall)? NO, you have not. Do you know why? because it is really hard! What is hard is the fact that you can't tell where the water is, or the orange part, or the pink part, or the purple, or the red, or anything! You can't tell in some parts if you look closely, or even care, where it matches up.

These little girls came over and are playing at my house. They are five and three, but they are so cute. The five year old is named Jane and the Three year old is named Dawn.  Dawn is like a mute. Up until a few months ago I heard about five words from her. I have known her forever, but she never talked to me. But then a few months ago she randomly started on some huge talk about Monster High or Justin Beiber or something. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do for a minute. For some reason I had really just assumed she was mute besides her five words.

Once when I was babysitting her she came out of her room (it was like nine or ten at night, so they were in bed) and told me that her Barbie didn't have a boyfriend. I tried to tell her that Barbies didn't need boyfriends, but she just kept insisting that they did. We argued about it for a while, and finally I convinced her that since there was only one boy doll and her sister had it, she should just have her Barbie have a best friend. I ended up thinking that I had helped her or something, to realize that Barbies really didn't need a Justin Beiber boyfriend. Turns out I was wrong. Really, really wrong... I was babysitting them again the next day, and when they went to bed I came in to make sure that they were doing okay. They were playing Monster High Barbies on their bed, not unusual, but then Dawn made her two girl barbies kiss. I was like "What are you doing? Why did they just kiss?!" and she replied calmly, "They are in love." After double checking that it was not like sister love or mother-daughter love, I had to explain that girls don't usually fall in love with each other. Dawn, it turns out, is hard to convince of anything. First that dolls don't NEED to have a boyfriend, and then that girls generally like boys, not girls. Moral of this long and useless story is: be careful what you tell three year olds.

I don't know what to say now, this is a really boring weird post, so really if you are not Mr.Thompson, don't read this. If you are, still don't read this. Just check off the 500 words per week thing by my name.

EDM

I haven't posted in a while.. So to first catch you up this week I had a swim meet and went to Lagoon. I did more, but those were the two biggest things I did.

At the swim meet I only had 2 events (most people had 4 events I think). My events were 50 Free and 100 Free. I was okay with the 50 and was disappointed with the 100, but over all I am happy. I just really didn't want to get disqualified, which I didn't, so no complaints. 

Lagoon was fine. I was actually in a bad mood for a lot of it, but I liked Deception and Funhouse of Fear. I saw my friend Alexis and said hi.  I also saw Alexis's sister in Deception. Her sister scared me, because she came up behind us and it took me a second to recognize it was her. Deception was by far my favorite, but I had fun in Funhouse of fear and some guy in a clown mask started talking to me and blocking my way out, it actually made me laugh because the 3D glasses I was wearing kept falling off and we were having a strange argument. The Night Walk one was not nearly as scary as it claims to be though, quite the disappointment sadly..

On to the "EDM". I said I would try to write about space camp, so I think that I will start telling you something about my adventures there (because all I've really talked about concerning Space Camp is the schedule for sleeping... lame right?). ~~~~

I am not sure what EDM stands for, but I think it might mean End Demonstration Mission. But don't quote me, I really just made that up. An EDM is a six hour "mission."  The goal of the EDM is for your group to get the Orbiter to the ISS, or International Space Station and back.  But it's impossible, because the Orbiter/shuttle always breaks, and somehow everyone ends up dead.

But before you get to try a mission, you do all kinds of other things. You might think that all you do at space camp is learn about rockets or something, but you're really wrong if you think that. They do teach you about rockets and all that, but there are a lot of very active, loud things you do.

One project is to build a little model rocket with an egg in it. The hard part is that you can't let the egg crack when you launch the rocket. You do the same thing with a space suit, try to protect an apple from water, radiation, and from being stabbed.  And you can only use a few materials for its suit. You do a few other experiments like drop an egg from a two story building and use a flame thrower on it, but I don't really want to spend a lot of time talking about these experiments right now.

One thing that you should know is that these things sound like they would be super scientific, but they really aren't. There is a lot of screaming and shouting and energy that goes into watching someone use a flame thrower on a piece of pasta in front of an egg. You also have to do team activities that are athletic and are about team work. They are a lot of fun, but you do them outside and it is really humid, so you get not only your sweat on you, but EVERYONE else's sweat in your group all over you. I know that's gross to say, but it's true.

Sorry, I got off topic, I just meant to say that Space Camp is a lot of fun and you do a lot of very active things, not just nerdy math problems the whole time. There are 4 missions (or AOAs I think their called) and 1 EDM (long mission). Missions are great if you're into theatre; I love missions, because it is just acting and improv and trying to figure things out for an hour. EDMs are the same thing, but instead of one hour, they are for six hours. EDMs are separated into three main part- Take Off, ISS, and Landing. Each section is two hours long, and everyone has different jobs.

One job is Mission Control. They are on the ground and do computer work. You have to do a lot of researching and finding, and I personally don't like it a ton. Another option is MS1 and MS2. MS stands for Mission Specialist, and I like that job. The pictures with me in a harness is being MS2. There is also Captain and Pilot. I don't do well with those jobs... I crash the Orbiter when I am Pilot or Captain. The last option on what to be is Scientist and Engineer for the ISS. I usually end up as Engineer or Scientist. In fact in two of the four short missions and in the EDM that was my job.  

Mission Control ended up being mostly the girls' domain- except me, I was the only girl on the Orbiter. The Mission Control place looks like a small computer lab. There are around six computer screens that you can see behind the computers. Mission Control ended up being mostly the girls' domain. They have cameras that show you what is going on in the shuttle and ISS. I always got bored looking at them, so before the EDM started my friend Sasha and I decided to do the Macarena in front of one of the cameras to entertain the other people. The people were not entertained, I guess it was just distracting, but Sasha and I had fun.

The Orbiter-the shuttle that you're trying to get to ISS- reminds me of a gerbil cage. It has tunnels, ladders, and little square rooms that are very small and crowded. There is a cabin for the Pilot and Captain, and a little ladder that connects it to the main room where the Engineer and Scientist have to sit while it takes off. The Main room also branches out to a little tunnel. The tunnel has another little room at the end meant for doing experiments, and a ladder that goes up to were MS1 and MS2 do their little mission thing (in the to picture I am about to get unhooked and go back down the ladder). The whole Orbiter is small and confusing, and to make it more confusing all the doors are like hatches and are hard to open if you don't know how.

Last but not least, the International Space Station, or ISS, is a lot bigger than the other two rooms, but from what I hear, they are trying to make it really crowded and confusing and chaotic by putting wires and panels everywhere. When I was there, though, there was not a lot of useless stuff laying around. In the middle of the room is a big concrete cylinder with a spinning chair on top, and a bunch of cabinets, hatches, drawers, and shelves.  The ISS has the most jobs that include actual flipping switches and running around. It is my favorite area, because although I like the MS2 job, I only did it once, so I know my way around the ISS a lot better. (Oh, and there is a coat closet like room that is only a few feet long and wide, which you have to go to when there is a "meteor shower", also known as the counselors ruining your experiments and breaking everything in the ISS that is not tied down.)

Now that I have described what it looked like (If you are even still reading), I will tell you what happened, at least this year- last year is a whole other story. The EDM (the long mission) started with me and Sasha getting bored and him agreeing to dance the Macarena in front of the live feed camera with me. I honestly think that Sasha and I may have had the most fun out of everyone there during the EDM.  He wore a pocket watch and had his goggles on during the whole mission, which totally cracked me up because he was like a janitor meets a 19th century business man meets anime nerd. There is no one on Earth like Sasha, he is of the Collinses of Los Angeles (A very prominent clan, as you know.)  The Collinses' family must be interesting, because Sasha sure is!

When the clock started, Sasha and I had to sit down, so we just talked for a couple minutes. After it took off, Sasha and I got to go into the room for doing experiments while the Mission Specialists did theirs. We each made this bouncy rubbery thing, it was like two chemicals mixed with rubbing alcohol, but it was so much fun... until we dropped them on the dirty floor and they got ruined. We also talked and tried different experiments. We saw a fake snake and I thought it was so cool, but I think one of the counselors saw my facination and used it against me later in the mission.

The second third was much more fun. A CBS camera crew (go check the video!) came in and started filming us though, so I tried to stay out of the way as much as possible. There was like a leak or something that we were trying to find though, and I found it first, so the camera crew came over and I had to try to not get crushed because all the boys wanted to look good on camera, so they all rushed over and pushed me out of the way. I need to not let them push me around, but I was too nervous about there being a camera and about the fact that all the boys were a lot bigger than me and I didn't ever want to be near any of the boys on the ISS. Mean, I know, but I'm being honest.

We had a hectic time because it was really crowded with the MS1, MS2, Scientist, Engineer, Pilot, Captain, Counselor, and big camera crew. Even though it was really crowded, we still had to complete all the check lists and do experiments. Most of the boys didn't really know what to do, but were too arrogant to listen to me most the time. It was really fun and exciting, the only thing that annoyed me was the boys' egos.

During the last third of the mission, everything got crazy. Remember that snake I said I was so fascinated with? Well, I saw it when we got back to the Orbiter, but this time it was under Buster's seat in the Captain and Pilot's cabin. I picked it up and all the guys freaked out. They took my new pet fake snake and threw it down into the main room. I was so sad I went down and pouted. One of the counselors was walking though and went into the hatch leading to the science experiment room, so I decided to lock her out. She got mad and when someone finally let her in she told me that I had a mysterious leg pain, which means that everyone should be trying to figure out whats wrong, but no one cared, so I had to scream until they came to help me.

When Sasha finally came he decided that I had Restless Leg Syndrome and I needed to just walk it off. I tried that and I just ended up dead. Everyone else started getting the same thing, but he continued to insist that it was just Restless Leg Syndrome. It was a snake bite, and ended up killing everyone almost.
Okay, I am done rambling, if you finished, congrats, you got farther than I would have.

The Rabo Penguin

thar was a penguin named Quentin he was a rabo penguin he has rabo ags al the ahrs war jilis ov his rabo staf he was so raboe. the end

~ritin bi kate

Translation:

There was a  penguin named Quentin, he was a rainbow penguin. He has rainbow eggs, all the others were jealous of his rainbow stuff, he was so rainbowy. The end.

~written by Kate (age 6)

My sister wanted to write a story on my blog, so here it is. :) It is adorable.

Fortune Cookie

Guess what I found yesterday? A fortune from a fortune cookie. I was at my little sister's soccer game (Go Purple Pandas!) and I saw a random fortune. I read it and it said "Don't pursue happiness - make it."That seemed like a cool fortune to me. It is true though, happiness is not something that you look for and hope you find, it is something that you need to create. Happiness is great, and it is true that you find it, but not by following someone else's plan. I have tried to be someone else, but it doesn't work, it doesn't make you happy.

Trying to be too cool or trying be that popular person doesn't work. Trying to be "unique" doesn't work either. It is great if you are, everyone can be, but you can tell if it's not genuine. If someone is trying to be overly different, it's not different at all. You're not going to be truly happy being someone or something you're not.

You need to just learn who you are; teenage years are about that learning I guess, but I feel bad for people that are not sure about taking that risk to learn. They don't want to be excluded or to be without friends, so they don't take that leap of faith to try it out. I am not one to talk, I tend to want to make other people happy, even when it hurts me. Trying to stand up for my self and not be pushed around is hard for me. I can stand up for other people just fine, it's standing up for myself that I have a hard time with. But I am starting to stand up for myself. At first it didn't do me much good... but now I am finding that I am happy and can find more ways to make myself happy.

I realized that I don't need to act like everyone is sweet and kind if they really aren't; girls are especially good at being vicious when they seem nice. With this new found idea, I have made some new friends, which I know stick up for me and are not trying to be better than me. This is what making your own happiness is I think. Sorry if this sounds like an essay or preachy, that fortune cookie just really got me thinking.

Student of the Month

I want to start off with saying that if anyone actually read my last post, I don't actually say "really" that much. I also had to stay home from swimming and had a headache all weekend. Luckily the bruise is much better, and I don't have a headache right now. That post was weird... starting with the fact that I said "stellar" in that context... And of course putting the word "really" in every sentence, I do know other adjectives.
Now, on to the "student of the month" thing. I was very surprised that I was nominated, especially because (as stated in my last blog) I am not the most outstanding english student in my mind. I was really nervous for being recognized, and Mr.Thompson made it more nerve wrecking by saying that he had to say nice things about be there, and in front of a lot of people too! I came to school at 7:10-ish and went into the activity room, and I got a doughnut and all that. When they started having kids go up, the first person up got to demonstrate, and I got to be second. Yeah, I didn't have the whole system down, so I messed up, so I was deciding whether to laugh or to turn bright red. After I went and shook the hand of all the teachers there, Mr.Thompson read a SPEECH about me. He said that I am more than willing to tell you what I can't do. He then proceeded to say everything I can do. He even quoted my blog from last time. It was a great speech, but I was so nervous during the whole thing.
Sorry, I wrote this Wednesday, but I asked my mom to check it after my post last week.. Anyways, now it is Sunday and I have been asked about student of the month several times. I am always flattered, but  do not accept the compliments with grace, if you know what I mean. Someone told me that it was such a great honor, especially because it was from Mr.Thompson. She said she wanted to be student of the month in his class all year last year. She is really nice and smart, so that makes me more confused at me getting it. Oh well, I guess, just accept something good instead of griping over why I am not good enough (which is not my intent, but it is what this sounds like.. sorry!) So thank you Mr.Thompson, I am really honored and grateful, even if I am not the best at saying it.
Oh! and here is his speech! So go to Mr.Thompson's Speech of Lies if you care to know what he said (it makes my blog make more sense).

Wow, I've posted like everyday this week!

I have been nominated for student of the month in english for October... I personally am happy, but was just a little bit confused, I am not the poet or straight A 100% student or the one who teachers always seem to adore, but I am happy to feel all cool and stellar about it. I guess I made an impression, I thought I had made my lack of knowledge clear with all online things and all, but maybe not. Anyways, it really sounds like I am complaining, I really am happy though, I was just really surprised at first. It actually like kind of made my day today to find that out.

So the good news was the student of the month thing, oh and that I focused REALLY hard during swim today. I really was focused on a set of 2 500's on 8 minutes each, if you don't know what that means, it just means swimming a lot, but I am not sure how long it would usually take me to complete the set normally, but longer than that I assume. Anyways! So I kept track of the set alot better than I usually do, I usually forget and ask someone, but I kept track of everything and passed everyone it seemed like. I was doing pretty well, but I was so focused and some people wouldn't let me pass them and I was only thinking about where I was and breathing, that someone did a flip turn and kicked me in the face.

When he/she kicked me, it shocked me and my goggles came off and I was thrown off my wack I guess. I was suprised and my head hurt, but I really wanted to rest at the end of the set and I was at 350 or 400, so I put my goggles back on and started swimming as fast as I could again. Within the next 25 I passed most of the people who had passed me when I was recovering from the shock for a second, and I was about to pass one more person, but they wouldn't even move over a little or slow down! So I started to just swim around them, which was fine and dandy, but it was close to one of the walls (the same wall I had just been kicked on), so somehow I was kicked again! This kick hurt a LOT more though. my goggles came off again and I had a hard time breathing for a second, so I stopped on the wall to rest for a second so I could breath, but I still really, really, wanted to make the set with extra time, so after gasping for air and assuring the people behind me, who probably though I was crying, that I was okay, I started swimming just as hard.

I got to the other end again and did a flip turn only to realize everyone was getting out, so I stopped and got out too. When I stood up my head felt really light and airey, and I didn't feel like I could walk in a straight line, but I didn't want anyone to freak out, considering the last two days, so I just ignored it. I came home, still with a headache, looked in the mirror, and saw that I had like a green bruise on my eye. I really did look as bad as I felt, and still kind of feel.

So today has been great and painful, but right now I still have a killer headache, so I am going to go to bed early (for me, you all might go to bed at this time usually)
p.s. Please ignore any grammer, spelling, etc. errors :)

My Week

I have had a weird week! I guess my person who I usually talk to has been drugged with some experimental cold medicine all week (don't even ask..). Which means that I have had a LOT of talking stored up, so be prepared!
Monday was My birthday, I got some cool stuff and when out to dinner.  I got nail polish, I tried painting a little section of hair.. Don't try it, it doesn't work. but it works enough to make your hair that color for a minute and if you happen to also have glow in the dark nail polish then it looks cool with the lights off. Sadly it wore away, so no more green hair now.
A girl at swim yesterday had a seizer and had to be taken by ambulance to the hospital. It was scary, but it happened when we were doing starts. If it had happened at any other time during practice she could have drown. She was out of the water for starts, and she started shaking then passing out and shaking more. An ambulance came and took her to the hospital. What scares me is that she could have drown, if she had stopped in the pool no one would have noticed, until it was too late maybe. Another problem happened today, though not nearly as bad. I would explain, but I think I'll just sleep instead. goodnight!

Hey! It's my birthday and I have NOTHING to do. (I know you are probably getting sick of all caps, but hey, that's how I talk too, so get used to it I guess) I have nothing to do so I am just sitting here wasting time. (sorry this was from yesterday, but I guess I will post it even though it really tells you nothing. So yeah, I'll write more later I guess, see ya!!

MY BIRTHDAY!

One more day until the greatest day of the year! My birthday is tomorrow and I am really excited. I have always been over excited for my birthday, in the past EVERYONE has known how long until my birthday thanks to my daily and sometimes hourly reminders. This year I don't really know if anyone will know, but either way I will probably get skittles, so it's all good. I decided not to tell my family what I wanted, so I am not entirely sure what I will get. I just really hope I get something cool I guess.

A random fact about me is that I have three birth certificates, and I can technically get one more. I guess my parents were unsure on what to name me, so they just named me "Baby Girl" Templeton. I am not sure how long after, probably a week or two, they decided to actually name me. They got a new birth certificate that said "Sierra Nicole" Templeton. So that was my name... Until princess Diana died and my mom wanted to give me another middle name. So now my name is officially "Sierra Diana Nicole Templeton". And about the last one, I was adopted, so I can now get yet another one that has different parents on it.

My friend has a little brother who has the same birthday as me. He is in 7th grade this year, so now I can go up and shout at him about "GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?!  just like old times. I used to do that when ever we saw each other in the month of September, but I really haven't seen him too much the last two years. I have missed that, because no one is ever nearly as excited for the 26th as my Lukie is (except me of course). So he had better be prepared for seeing me tomorrow.

I still haven't even gotten to book to study for my permit, so I guess I won't be driving for a while, which I am actually very ok with. Everyone is so excited to have a permit and to drive, but I honestly don't have any desire to drive. Oh well I guess, I will probably be excited by the time I actually can get a license, but for now I will stick to getting rides.

My birthday is on an A day, which the last two years has been my preferred day, but this year I kind of wish it were on a B day. My B day is a lot more exciting and fun. I have Biology (which isn't my favorite, but I have some cool people in my class), English, Seminary, and Studio Art. Seriously though, Seminary, English and Art vs Gym, Math, and Geography. Its not a hard choice. But I have a couple of my best friends in a ton of my A day classes, so it all works out okay.

It is kind of weird that I am going to be swimming tomorrow, but I am kind of hoping I can use the fact that it is my birthday to beg one of the coaches to let me do my favorite stroke. I am not sure if he will listen, but I am hoping he will.. I guess I will have to tell you how it goes, next time I get on to blog.
That is all I really have to say for now, so goodbye I guess.

Hey!!

I haven't been able to come up with anything really cool to say, so I am just going to start writing anyways. So now I guess I will have to find something interesting to say..
Okay maybe I need to start with explaining my blog name and username. My blog is called Space Rabbit (as you can see). It is called this because my favorite animal is a rabbit, and I have gone to space camp for the last 3 years. My user name is skittles because I could eat skittle all day everyday. I actually like skittles because of space camp strangely...  Anyways, yes, there's no deep meaning, but it was the best name I could think of.
I was thinking of doing like a topic of the month or something, it may not last very long, but I figure it's worth a try, right? So a topic for this month is Space Camp, because it explains both the Space part and the Skittles part of the title and name.
Space camp is a week long, and is really, REALLY intense sometimes. See, you go from 7am to 11pm most of the time, but it's in alabama, so theres a two hour time difference. So it feels like its the middle of the night when you wake up and looks like it's the middle of the night when you go to bed sometimes. So you don't get a lot of sleep as it is, but once you get into your "habitat" (room) you say up forever. After a few days of no sleep, things sometimes get a little weird.. When I went in last June I was on a top bunk and I figured I needed to go to bed, so I tried to get down so I could charge my phone, but I missed the ladder to get down I guess, because I hit the floor like really hard and it made a huge crashing sound. All the girls in my room started laughing at me until a counselor came in and yelled at us, so I thought that was the end of it. But I was on the third floor, so when the girls started talking about it the next day, one of the boys in our groups was like "ohh! that's what that crash was last night?!" (the floors down). So yeah, that's part of why things sometimes get really crazy there. Also, you get comfortable with some of the people after after days of being together 24-7;
 All the girls this year were really close, and also the boys, but yeah, not exactly the same. We had 11 people in our group. The girls were me, this girl named Nari, Maddi, and Jinni. The boys were: Chris, Austin, Matt, Sasha (yes he is a boy, it was a nickname), Buster, Zach, and Sawyer. Nari was the only girl that i actually met there, but she was so nice. She actually scared some guy off after he got mad and grabbed my arm. She was really pretty, but got really homesick by the end. Maddi is one of my best friends and she is probably the one that I talk to the most out of everyone now. Jinni is wonderful too, she actually also helped me a lot there. Chris was my best guy friend there, he was really funny and we talked non-stop for most of the time at camp I think. Austin.. well Austin was cool, but I never really talked to him, so this is all I have to say about him. Matt was quite, so I didn't talk to him a ton either, but he had a great smile! Sasha I did talk to, he was like a anime nerd, but super funny. He had a pocket watch that he carried around with him, and he always wore orange goggles. He was funny partially because when I asked him to do the Macarena in front of a camera that was streaming to everyone else in our group, he just said yeah danced with me without worrying what everyone else thought. Buster was not too bad, but again I didn't talk to him too much. Zach and Sawyer were... umm.... ANYWAYS! Those were the people in my group. I will post more later, but that's all for now.

Helllooo world!