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.