I went driving today. About damn time, it’s been a year overdue.

My grandfather, also known as jiggypa in Goat Mama’s blog,was the unfortunate soul who got stuck with me in the car. Now, personally i’ve been DEATHLY AFRAID of driving. I mean c’mon, how can you blame me when i hit the hottub with my sister’s go-kart when i was about 12. So anyways. Driving was not as bad as i believed it to be. But I think i might have almost given my grandfather a heart attack a few times whilst we were driving. I mean he taught me a few great things today:

• How to start the car
• How to make the mirrors more adjusted to my height
• How to use those mirrors
• “Hand over hand technique”- making a sharp turn and i have to spin the wheel real fast, can’t just use baby steps
• Backing up into spaces- Yes, i learned how to back into the driveway
• Turning- which wasn’t as bad as i suspected
• Parking and turning off the car

you must realize, i left a lot out. I don’t feel the need to go into too much detail. Driving is… driving. It’s not like other things, it comes second nature after you do it alot.

Ohh yeah. It was a good day. 2 hours of driving. not bad at all.

Anyways, i’m not writing because of this. i’m actually writing because I have time to write. Be afraid. I’m at the infamous Camp Tuesday and i have time to sit down after dinner before bed and write a blog. That, in itself, is reason enough to be afraid.

This is my third day here. So far we- my sisters and myself- have gone on quad rides, gone swimming in the pond, and I believe tomorrow there is a margahrita party at the house of friend’s of our Aunt and Uncle’s. I guess i’m adjusting nicely to constantly having something to do around the house. time passes by faster when you’re not just sitting around doing nothing besides reading all afternoon by the pool- when it’s not raining of course.

We still have a whole nother week here. so i guess i was off in my estimate of about 2 weeks. not complaining. I mean whilst I am here i get to gladly oh so amazingly learn how to drive a car under my aunts watchful gaze. She might also take me to get my permit whilst i am here. It’s kick butt. I know, i know. We all know that i reside in Connecticut, but i was born here in Ohio and i guess that back doors gthe system some how so i’m able to get my permit and then i can transfer my permit to a CT drivers licence when i’m ready for a drivers licence back home.

But time for something entirely different:
Tonight there was a margahrita party and it was amazing. I guess it was close friends of my Aunt and Uncle’s and it was fun. I mean being a kid of course i can’t drink, not that i want to, but anyways, just being able to meet some new people and hang out with my cousins made the night of being sober pretty fun in itself.

And someone explain to me, WHY DID WALT DISNEY CREATE FREAKIN BAMBI?!
I mean my inner child would love this movie but i don’t quite see what’s so fabulous about a… deer? I’m not seeing it i guess because i’m not young anymore, but honestly. Bambi is, in my opinion, just a tragic story of a deer growing up, losing his mom and having him and his friends all fall in love as they grow up. Big deal.
The only thing i found even remotely amusing was gthe minor part when Bambi was hittin on that girl deer and this buck comes outta no where and totally in silent- or as silent as you can get with music background- film tells Bambi off for hittin on his girl. it reminds me of certain men in the male species that i know. not going to name names or anything.

I’ve done a lot of traveling this year. first Paris in April. Tha was amazing if i say so myself. The breathtaking views from the Eiffel tower, the surprisingly good food, the hot men, beautiful views from my hotel room windows, EVERYTHING. (Yes, I realize I owe a lot of pictures, about 400 to be exact)

Then! In July I traveled to Rhode Island for a week of tent Camping. Lemme tell you, if you are anything like me (a city girl, high maintenance, like to use electricity etc) DO NOT go tent camping. Take my word, you will be miserable. It’s not that i’m pessimisstic or anything, but it RAINED the week my family chose to go tenting. And it SUCKED. I mean the days it didn’t rain we went to the beach, and that was nice… til I got burnt and my skin peeled about a week later.. eww…

And now it’s August! Here I am. i’m actually blogging again, or trying to… But anyways, i’m in Ohio with my cousins. And it’s my second day. Here., Yesterday my cousin Tyler took me on the first quad ride of my life. It kicked butt. I mean, I was never really into the heart pounding adreniline rushing stuff like going 4 wheeling on a quad, or going upsidedown on roller coasters (which i’m now into) but it was pretty awesome. I wish i had brought my camera with me onto the trail because the sights were pretty beautiful. If there’s one thing I like, it’s the fact that i’m finally home. I mean i’m not at home with my mom and dad and my two dogs, but i’m home, where I was born. And it’s a great feeling because i’m at ease and away from the drama. Here, it’s like the word drama doesn’t exist. There’s no scandals or anything, it’s just… peacful. andx the kind of vacation that i’ve been needing for a while. Because although i did go on vacation in July that was more of an exercise of my patience and virtue and obedience than anything else. My aunt was testing my limits on that vacation and to be honest, we haven’t talked since the last day. So like i said, that wasn’t really a vacation. This however, definately is. I haven’t reached for my phone to try and stay with civilization. i like being disconnected from Enfield. Hell, to put it mildly, I feel at home with my aunt and uncle. I mean i know that’s how i should feel with all my family, but i don’t feel that with some of my family and i’m fortunate that I feel this way here because i’m not tense, i can… as you say let it all hang out. But not in a bad way. lol I have another week and 2 days here and i’m honestly looking forward to it. I really am. I know this sunday we’re going paintballing and quading… if that’s a word. lol This’ll probably be the most fun i’ve had in a while. I can let my hair down and just have fun.

Lets see, last month i…. had an amazing rest of the month (i can’t remember anything from it to be completely honest). I did good on my chem stuff except stoich because i keep hitting the wall for dimensional analysis…. learn how much i truly dispise the men in the world… figured out drama sucks… got to go home early for CAPT…. got scheduled for next years classes…. pitched a freakin hissy fit when i found out i couldn’t take philosophy next year because my grades for English suck (it was a b- and they want a B to take philosophy… ridiculous eh?)…… closed the “in a relationship” chapter of my llife when Josh broke up with me (which I’m truly okay with because we’re capable of being mature and we’re friends)… and finally i’ve started packing for France.

Yup. France is RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER. It’s scary. I’m not gonna lie, i’m a little freaked out. If one more plane crashes this week you bet your ass that my parents will have to drag me out of the house Thursday morning. How many planes have crashed this past month?!? If you, like myself, already have a slight fear of flying, you bet your ass it’s a lot more than you like to imagine. And by the way, there is a numerically correct number of how many planes have crashed, i just don’t know. and i don’t care to know because it won’t be helping the airlines cases that i’m already freaked out about flying across the atlantic. Mom says it’s nothing to really worry about. To that i laugh a little mirthlessly and say, “okay. and when it’s my plane that crashes, then what?” Because yes, i’m a drama queen. I freak out over things like this and ask those kind of what if questions that you probably should not ask yourself if you’re flying to france in less that a week.

Speaking of Flying to france in a week….

IT’S BEEN FREAKIN HELL AROUND HERE FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS. Between me and mom and all these France trip meetings… very stressed household. Mom wants to cover all the bases, i want to get packed, Dad really doesn’t want to hear about it because he doesn’t care (or so he let’s on). And sadly, I’ve learned i cannot bring my beloved cell phone with me to France. Sad really, but that’s not why i’m freaking out. I want to be packed and have it done with. But life doesn’t work like that. I have half of my stuff packed. And i’ve firgured out what i’m wearing this week. but sadly the jeans i want to bring with me are the very same that i’m bringin with me to france, so Wednesday night i’m doing madd laundry and then packing thursday morning. Sigh. This is why i’m my mother’s daughter, we have this habit of making a huge deal out of everything when its not too much of a big deal. but then again, France is a big deal. Either way. Speaking of mom. She’s been busier than I believed this week. This week while i’ve been runnin like hell through people’s back yards, stayin after for chem club, doing homework, and watching Sara, she’s been buyin stuff and taking care of the things that need to get done. Like before last night i had no freakin idea mom went out and bought me a nice new camera (which by the way i can’t wait to get my paws on this baby because it’s gorgeous), took care of my medical needs for the trip (which i will not like having to ask if i can pop pamprin for cramps or take excederin for headaches or ASK FOR A FREAKIN COUGH DROP SUPPOSE MY THROAT GETS SORE- yeah, i gotta ask for a cough drop, who knew?- I’m so used to self medicating and having what i need on me), and bought all the lil things i’ll need. Woohoo. I have awesome smelling shampoo and conditioner and my own toothbrush case and travel toothpaste. Yes, i’m amazed. This is a way big trip.

And now i have to figure out how I will manage to change when i’m at the airport… what’s the check-in times for international flights? 3 hours before? Because we’re leaving school at 11:25 and the bus ride to logan is freakin 2 hours…. so that puts us at 1:25ish granted there’s no traffic. And on top of that, the flight leaves at 5:30 in the afternoon. Mom says I’ll have time to change before we leave, and I hope so, even though i’m personally in favor of just bumming out that day anyways.

My secret plan of action, that mom so doesn’t approve of, so therefore it’s not quite so secret is to stay up wicked late the night before. I don’t care thhat i still have classes Thursday morning. No way. I have Chem, French, Studyhall, & Geometry. Easiest classes of the day, and i’m telling you now: i will not get anything done believe it or not! Well… I might get something done in french considering that we’re starting past tense reflexives tomorrow.. and I do believe we’re starting a new chapter…. oh damn. I have those other classes too. I hope we don’t do too much in lit…. or have a test. That will suck.  Now i’m going to pray to all hell there’s no test thursday or friday in Lit or History.

And Now i’m just babbling. Let this week come and bring with it everything.

P.S:  i know for a fact I will not have time to blog this week, so i’m saying it now, when i get home from France I’ll post every single picture up here that i took (and that’s a lot of pictures because I’ve promised people i’ll take pictures of EVERYTHING)

P.S.S: 4 days ’til France! OOHRAHH!

Drama… projects… damn school stuff….

Got up this morning thinking maybe this week wouldn’t be so bad. Boy… I hope this week gets better before it ends. I didn’t realize it when i left but my shirt was see through and unknowingly i picked out my plaid bra. Wouldn’t believe the number of comments I got today from Freshmen, my boyfriend, my best friends… it sucked. Although I’m pretty sure the guys in school liked the view at least. Not that I was thinking like that when i got dressed. But of course, after I realized my shirt was… indecent i kept my hoodie on all day. And today was lab. I like working in lab with short sleeves. Oi. I hate how my body gets so warm so easily (even though gee, outside it was failing to get above freezing). And during lab my eyes started to burn, but I wasn’t the only one who had that happen. The whole class was complaining and our teacher didn’t know why or what was going on. I swear, I hate labs, but I love chemistry… I think it has something to do with the sucky math. During history I dealt with the fact i have a major project due tomorrow. Seriously. Not cool. AT ALL. I mean i haven’t purposefully put it off but it just kind of happened because hello I HAVE SIX OTHER CLASSES and i also had a different paper to write. So as you can tell, my day was sucky. Kinda. I stayed after and gave an oral report on Leonardo Da Vinci for the France trip. (Who would’ve thunk it? You gotta give reports before you go on a trip to a different country) And speaking of France, there is 37 Days till we go! Woohoo!! Looking forward to putsing around France with a camera in my hand. Wish I could bring my phone to send pictures to my friends while I’m actually there but Mom is having a conniption everytime I mention the words France & phone plan in the same sentence. I don’t see what the big deal is, it’s france. It’s a phone. It’s called people watching while texting my friends back home. Yes, God Forbid I go across the ocean without a way to communicate. haha. Oh god… Procrastination sucks.

So what have I been up to in the month since I’ve last written?

Well, work ended. I am getting called back though after I come back from France (more on that after this) I start work that Friday. I’m really happy. I managed to make a good amount in my.. two and a half weeks of work and it was kind of nice, i made some friends and I learned work isn’t so bad afterall.

Believe it or not, I leave for France in less than a month and a half. i’m looking forward to it, but not so much. With all these damn planes crashing or landing whatever works, i’m a little afraid to fly over the atlantic. Which sounds absurd in theory but in reality yeah, I’m not looking forward to the flying part of this trip… even if France is the most amazing thing that’ll happen to me during my lifetime.

Exams. So right when i think I’m doing peachy keen and NOT FAILING English I actually passed by the skin of my teeth. 69 average on both the exam and my term grade. Although thankfully, Atilla’s class is over. Yes. I did good on my other exams though so it’s alright. It all equals out… even if I didn’t do so hot last term…

Atilla’s Class is over. Yes. And in replacement of her class all my worrying about having a bitch teacher was in vain. I actually love my lit course and it is probably my highest class (besides Chemistry) as far as averages go. I like the constant note taking and reading assignments (even if I’m not keen on the freakin old English such as Beowulf [which was absolutely ridiculous]).

My other classes are doing fine. We’re at the heart of chemistry (stoich and the mole), and believe it or not, inspite of how shitty i am at math, i rock at this stuff. I also correct papers for the my teacher and another teacher during my fifth period studyhall (because i have nothing better to do).  I’m acing my geometry class right now, even though we’re reviewing for CAPT (Connecticut Aptitude Practical Test or something like that) and I passed that test last year! Woohoo. French goes well, i’m speaking it whenever i’m in that class so I can be somewhat fluent when I go to France.

I missed a week of school 2 weeks ago(the week right after midyears). It sucked ass. I hate being as sick as i was. I was bed bound and my god, by Thursday I was ready to shoot someone. Seriously. Coughing up lungs and not being able to talk goes against my beliefs. You’d think i would be ridicuously behind, but I’m not. Only in French but that’s because I don’t like drawing and she assigned a whole bunch of drawing assignments to apparently help us comprehend the story we’re reading in class (and you bet your ass i still haven’t done those assignments, but don’t worry, I’ll get to them… before the quarter ends).

With the new marking term semester thingy my boyfriend got Atilla for a teacher. I don’t understand how the hell he finds her and i quote him “a cool teacher.” I swear to you, he must be insane or something. That’s my opinion though. And I’ve already voiced that if he gets a better grade in her class than i did I will kill him. He sleeps during her class and I worked my ass off…most of the time. Speaking of my boyfriend, he’s pretty awesome still. haha he survived not seeing me during those two weeks when i was working and now we’re back to hanging out regularily.

I have a social life again, somewhat. I find time to get work done and have fun. and fun, sadly at the moment equates to hanging out Thursday afternoons in my chem classroom doing things for chemistry club…

And as not fun as that sounds, it is. But that’s because I’ve decided I’m definately going into some kind of science major. (If i had it my way, next year my courses would consist of: AP Bio, AP Chem, Organic Chem, Anatomy & Physiology, & Physics. However, next year i’m only taking AP bio, physics and Organic chem because that would be a scary work load. I wonder if i can con my parents into letting me take Anatomy & Physiology over the summer….)

and thats everything.

I spent my week off enjoying it, i hung out with my boyfriend on our six month anniversary, went sledding on the 31st after Sydney and I watched the ball drop. School started the 5th and we had lots of delays so pretty much that first week back to school skewed a lot of teacher’s plans to do things to help prepare us for midyears. The 7th i started work. Be afraid. Because now that i have work, school plays second fiddle to it. So Atilla and I are going round and round about my priorities (which go as such: Work [4-10 pm], Her class, EVERYONE ELSES CLASSES,me time, boyfriend.) so in theory she shouldn’t bitch to me about my priorities being skewed because the person who is being screwed out of my time is my boyfriend. Mom says that even though i’m only working two weeks, this is what it’s like in the real world (because I’ve bitched to her about how i have no time for boyfriend because I’m always working and doing school work and i have to have time for myself or else i might go insane). I’ve got a low homework average in Atilla’s class… not that it matters because I’m passing and as long as that’s the case I don’t have to retake her course next year (and for those of you who have a problem with this logic, i don’t care. I’m not majoring in English anymore so it’s okay). Somehow with all the madness in Atilla’s class, you know, the never ending project stream, i’ve had time for other projects as well. I just did a trial for my history course, and i suppose i did okay, could have done better but that trial was a lost cause… my opponent was a freakin AP student >.<. My average in chem class is right below that 90 where i want it to be. I’m so pissed. A stupid test (mind you, all my tests except the most recent have been as such: 90, 95, 100….77) brought my average down three points to the 87 i was at until i showed my chem teacher the homework that apparently i didn’t do (and when i looked, it was done so all i had to do was show Shultz the homework and be like “see… i did do it.”) which brought my grade up to an 88. Still. I have less than a week to bring my grade back up… err. What else? Oh.  I’ve decided that I want to major in Biology so I can do microbiology which is the best of both Chemistry and Science (and this came about because my math credits screwed me over and i can’t take AP Chem next year so i figured i’d do the next best thing and take AP Bio and Physics concurrently with Geometry). Um… I worked everyday this past week and I’ve given up lamplighters so i have more time for school work once I’m done working. Yesterday was Chili Fest and next weekend I have an eye appointment and I’m getting contacts. I have to also schedule a hair appt soon because I need to cut my bangs (and once I do that I’m recolouring my hair) OH! Yeah, i colored my hair for the first time a couple days before the new year. Instead of having all red though, the red color dye stuck to my highlights and so i had brown hair, red highlights. Mom was furious of course, but that’s okay though. She got over it.  I have work tonight and tomorrow off from school (but of course I work tomorrow night) And now I’ve caught you up.

After we got home from my grandfather’s house,  I was sleepy and normally I stay up late Christmas eve playing videogames. So not the case this year. I fell asleep around eleven thirty and then my boyfriend called to wish me Merry Christmas around a lil after twelve… when i was asleep.

I woke up at five am. The one morning all freakin year when I don’t have to be up early, i’m up early. I was pissed. So i head upstairs and look at the christmas tree… half blind (because i had left my glasses downstairs, not that they would do anything because i’m in desperate need of a new prescription). I say the outline of a big thing and ooh! Luggage for me. Sweet beans. At which point, I head back downstairs, turn my radio off (because by now my alarm clock was going off) and crash.

What felt like five minutes later, the blankets are yanked off of me and the little rugrat is pulling at my legs while I say “give me five more minutes or else you will die child.” I head upstsairs not five minutes later, and no, the child is not dead. I lounge on the couch while i look at the nice gifts under the tree but do not touch. Sydney is already messing with her new guitar (that was that big outline box thing i described earlier).

When mom got up, Sara attacked the gifts and I opened my gifts. I checked out the cool luggage thingey majiggy and then the coolest gift of all: MY phone. I have a new phone. It is my phone and as i speak, rather write, it’s in the pocket of these uber warm sweats that I received Christmas eve. IT is the Samsung Alias. It has Vcast capabilities AND it has full qwerty keyboard as well as the regular phone keypad. It opens up both ways and believe me, I love it. Not saying i didn’t like my old phone or anything, but this sucker is gogeous.

As I mentioned earlier, the boyfriend dropped off his gifts and we swapped. Ah my god, have I mentioned… oh phone is ringing hang on a second… must see who just text messaged me… anywho! So he got me candles, reed diffusers and Curious by Britney Spears. I gave him this awesome sign but i might be headed out tonight to get him a gift for our six months. Anywho->

Yesterday i think i gained so much weight. So much food… so little time. Ah. I don’t think I have ever ate that much in forever. By the time we got back to my house it was like the scene from the christmas story where the kids are collapsed on the couch in the livingroom and then the story fades to black.

So it’s thursday afternoon and it’s my first week back to chem club after a bout of laziness and not really wanting to do anything. So i find out that we’re making marshmallows from scratch and others of us wouls be making caramel… bet i would have had better luck with the caramel…. Regardless though, my partner in action, Laurent decided that he wanted to be lazy and not help me out in the kitchen this time around (remember the incident with the cupcakes? Yeah.. told him we should’ve melted that butter, but no… know one listens to me, and for good reason). So I’m heating up this concoction of two cups of sugar and corn syrup and water, while trying to dissolve jell-O in a bowl on top of a pan on the back burner, whilst trying to get my act together. So, I figure i’m all good, i have my thermometer on the side of the pan, and my mixture is boiling away, right? Well only when i call over one of the guys to see if I was dfoing it right does he tell me i need to have my thermometer in the mixture, not mounted on the pan. Huh… well i figured everything was going okay, my mixture was boiling and slowly obtaining this golden color… and then it gradually got darker just a figured out how to get my thermometer to read the temp right. Instead of my mixute being 240 degrees like it was supposed to be, it was 280. NOT GOOD! Before the AP chem-er guy could tell me NOT to put the pan under cold water prior to what Laurent was telling me, I did what Laurent was telling me, get water in the pan. Not exactly our best idea. As soon as the cold water hit the heated substance we had this now solidified concoction and it wasn’t going well… at all. Laurent was telling me, “oh let me see it, i can help.” he managed to get some of the water on his skin and it burned him, i think. Leave it to us to have something go wrong when we work together…even if he is leaving me to my own devices. Thankfully, the pot came clean, the only known trace of what happened was the really burnt wooden spoon, but hey, the cooking teacher wouldn’t notice that, would she?

Aside from my mishappen adventure, one of the guys who was making caramel over across the way had managed to burn his caramel in the teflon pan. He figured he was doing it right, however, because heating sugar gives off an extothermic reaction, the sugar was heating itself…even after he got it off the heat. It smelled gross, and we ended up keeping that pan and our chemistry teacher showed the pan to each of his classes the next day with the speech of “how not to use your mother’s good teflon pans.” In addition to that, one of the girls in chem club made really good caramel and the teacher showed the classes what caramel was supposed to look like.

And now for other things, because it is the weekend and my god i’ve been busy. Friday night i went out shoppig and spent another fifty bucks. So that’s a total i believe of $98 in two weeks? And no, i’m not done shopping yet. Next weekend, the weekend before Christmas, I have three more people to shop for. My mom, my dad, and one of my good friends. Then it’s over…until I have to shop for Sydney’s birthday present. Sigh… so much shopping to do, so little time. And may I add, my shopping excusions take three to four hours looking around in our pathetic excuse of a mall to find gifts for people. 11 days until christmas. Thank god.

On the parting note: Atilla and I are starting to get along. It’s ironic, but it’s rather interesting. On one of our due dates, I asked “is it okay if my project has coffee stains on it?” because now I drink coffee daily and it’s a vital staple in the morning before I leave or in a travel mug, but anyway, Atilla asked me “Decaff or regular?” I shrugged and replied that I really don’t know. So Atilla says “I’d rather you really didn’t have that on your finished paper.” So I smile, “Are you sure? It’s original, it kind of shows who I am as a person.” With a smile. I never thought I’d see the day when I got my teacher to laugh at my joke. Yes, Atilla laughed. She thought it was funny and noted me on my originality. At first I was afraid, but she thought it was good to have a sense of humor like that… and I think I have a due date Monday… must check my calendar.

“Starting to look a lot like Christmas…” No it’s not. We still haven’t gotten any snow yet…. stupid glowbal warming….

After a confusing morning (not knowing whether or not my boyfriend and myself would be going out together), yours truly decided that she wanted to go Christmas shopping for the family. So, I did. I set out around 1:30 after hitting Mom up for money and boy! $40 goes fast. I didn’t want to borrow a lot because I’m going to use some of my money from my aunt to pay for Christmas gifts. So I was all gung ho about buying my sister’s gift and my mom’s gift, did that happen: NO! Well… half of it did. I bought Sydney’s gift and my part of my boyfriend’s gift. And then i spent a little money on myself (because come on, I couldn’t go to the mall and not get myself a latte from Paneras or be in Target and NOT buy the newest issue of cosmo [thank you Aunt Min for getting me hooked on Cosmo]). So, this all took a good two hours believe it or not.

As I mentioned earlier, boyfriend and I were debating whether or not to go out tonight. Whensomething suddenly came up, however, I was totally fine about not hanging out. I mean yeah, I wanted to see him, but it’s not like we don’t see each other daily from school so I think it was healthy today. When I called him after I got home from shopping to make sure we weren’t hanging out I was more than happy that we weren’t. I was beat.

So, A Christmas Story, you either like it, or hate it. My personal preference is that i’m madly in love with the movie and I happen to be listening to it now as I type. It’s the scene where Ralphie uses the F word. Tahaha, I came upstairs to get some rice and  then got sidetracked listening to the movie and quoting every line  (“Ohhhh Fudgggggeeeeeeeee….. except I didn’t say Fudge, I said the word… F dash dash dash word.”) HAHA! I love this movie, escpecially the scene right now, the awesome background music just makes the scene so great. And this is why I cannot blog while watching, rather listening, to a good movie.

19 Days till Christmas.

I’m going to start answering the phone sometime this week with “Spiffy the Elf, what is your favorite color?” And, if you know what movie that is from do comment and tell me.