EAGLES ROCK!

Alright, short post.

I just got back from a school volleyball game (to be specific, the very hot senior boys Fraser Valley Championship volleyball game). And boy was it intense. I was there with two friends, and I nearly broke my necklace from twisting it around my fingers because I was so nervous.

So we lost the first match. Fine, just as long as the other team doesn't win two more.

Then the next match, they had twenty-four, we had twenty-two I think, and then suddenly we had twenty-three, then twenty-four, and then twenty-five (and because you have to win by two) we then had twenty-six!!!!!!!! We won that one!

Match three we basically creamed them in the next game. It wasn't intense until the very end where the other team kept getting points, buy still far enough behind. And then we won!!!!

And finally the last match! We would get a point, they would get a point, we would get one, they would get one and so on and so on until about eight points each, and then we soared we eventually were ahead by ten points (more then once actually). The final tally for that one was twenty-five for us, fourteen for them!!!!!!!!!

WE WON!!!!!!!

And seeing as last year we lost every game to this team except for the Provincials (the only game that really mattered) it was just that much sweeter! We're onto the provincials again!!!!!!!!

Oh, and their was this group of guys from grade twelve all dressed up in old uniforms, or blue trash bag capes, or one guy wore an eagle mask (and the sports rep dressed up as an eagle) as well as painting their faces blue and gold (school colours!), banging empty plastic compost buckets, and large water jugs leading us in cheers.

It was a great game.

Aurum.

Wowziz

Alrighty, so it looks like I've lost me readers *sniff sniff.* Ohs well, it's probably because I don't update enough that no one realized that i have updated (and so having not actually lost a reader, but in fact just post-poned how long it takes people to review, because I like reviews/replies).

So it turns out I am actually very clumsy. I should have realized this due to the fact that I walk into anything, lockers, doors, people, garbage cans. You name it I've walked into it. Take at work for example, I was in drive thru (as per norm) and was cleaning. I was mopping so I had my broom and dustpan by the entrance to the booth. Well a car came, and I rushed to get it, stepping too far over the broom and dustpan to ram my knee into the door, and now I have a lovely bruise on my knee for that. About an hour later, I had finished the main cleaning and was bringing some clean tray's up to the counter, and I thought (for some unknown reason why) that the counter was farther over then it was, and I walked into the wall. Of course to rebound from it, I took a step back and then went to step forward to put the tray's down, took too big of a step and walked into the counter.

OH, and before I totally absolutely completely forget (although I don't think I would since it is just that exciting) but I finally found out where I am going for my missions trip. I am going to CAMBODIA!!!!!!! I am soooo excited for it. I found out last Thursday, and I spent the morning thinking only of it (not of the class and chapel I was in), right before lunch literally jumping, and then bouncing in my seat, after lunch jumping because I was so excited that I was going to Cambodia. I had originally wanted to go to Thailand, however I was open for anywhere, and as soon as I found out I was going to Cambodia, I completely forgot about Thailand and was just excited about Cambodia!!!!!!!!

Oh, my uncle got married on Saturday. I called him on Friday to tell him about Cambodia, and then he told me he was getting married the next day. Very short notice, didn't make it to the wedding but cool non-the-less.

Also, once again it really really really really STINKS being a teenager sometimes. For example this promising not to date thing, really gets annoying. I sort of like two guys. One at school, and one at youth. However seeing as I actually know the one at school a lot better then the guy at youth I think I like him a lot more, and the guy at youth I think I would like as more of a friend. But still. The fact is I like this guy at my school, and unlike most teenage girl predicaments its no the "Oh I like him but he has no idea that I even exist" I've talked with him, have two classes with him, and have talked to him out of class, so we both know that each other exists (and he has a really cute smile) but.... ahhhhh!

Aurum.

Trick or Treat

Alright so Halloween is over. And since I have to work in less then an hour I won't go into my history lesson over it. Maybe later.

For now I will content myself with a short post. I went trick-or-treating last night with the kid I babysat. Amazingly I actually got candy despite my refusal (as I had no bag). I also took some of the girl I went withs candy as when we got home she almost went straight to sleep, I was going through it (to make sure no one tampered with it). It was all fine. I just took the stuff she doesn't like or I knew she wouldn't eat (chips). She got a ton of candy though. Seriously.

Today I went shopping, and got a Christmas CD (no music just singing. It is so pretty). And looked for Christmas gifts. Found none.

Anyway I'll just post the poem I promised you all in the last poem then go.

Self

Just be yourself -

A line that's said

Time and time again.

.

Just be yourself -

Different

Special

Unique

Like everyone else.

.

Just be yourself -

It sounds so easy.

Smile when you want

Cry when you want,

But only when the

Want is appropriate.

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I try to be myself -

But who I am

Is not who you want.

Do you not see this

Mockery that is me?

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You do not want me

To be myself.

My carefully spun web

Comforts you.

This smile of glass

Warms you.

Who I really am

Scares you.

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To be myself

Is out of character.

My desperate attempts

To escape this self

Is seen as odd.

I must shape-up,

Become myself.

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Just be yourself

You say again.

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As if you'd let that happen.

And there it is.

Gotta go.

Aurum.

A little bit of oops :):):):)

So it's basically the end of October, and I haven't updated since the middle of September. Oops. Sorry. I do have a lot to blog about, but probably no more then twenty minutes to type this out until my spare is over and chapel begins. So I'll start with whatever I can get down now, post it, and then continue in a new post tomorrow.

Although I must say by the end of tomorrow I am going to seem drunk even though I won't have had a drink of anything. Mainly because I am already tired now, and then I have to work from four until eleven tonight, which means I won't get home until 11:30 at the earliest, or just after midnight at the latest. And then I have to wake up at six the very next morning to be at school for seven (yuck!) I don't think I have a spare I can sleep in (as all but one spare I spend with the first graders), and when I get home I have to make a cloak to go with my costume, go to my Phineas group (small group), and then take a three year old out trick-or-treating. Lovely. I am going to be soooooo tired. Then I have to work on Saturday and cover someone elses shift on Sunday. Fun.

Alright, so what else has been happening lately? I went on a Missions class retreat. We went up to Oliver BC. That was fun. We spent most of it at the Gleaners, cutting apples, laying out apple slices, laying out ground up frozen broccoli, taking dehydrated apples off of trays, and washing trays. All of this while sleeping in the orchid of the place. On the afternoon that we were there (we were there for an evening, a day, and a morning) we went and did a "Love Oliver" basically the guys in the class went and washed windows for businesses for free, and the girls split up into two different groups to hand out pink carnations. My group went to the nursing home and then walked around the streets. In my group I was the only person who (until the very very end) actually ran out of flowers. And I did that FOUR times. I had to borrow more from the people in my group, and while borrowing them from other people to give to people I was still the only one who ran out. Isn't that lovely. I also learned how really really short I am. Seriously short. Every time we got off the bus I would be stuck between two of four people. The same guy in the front whose shoulder is higher then my head, and then one of three other guys who are only slightly shorter then him. And then there's me at not even five foot. Every single time! Even if I sat no where near them! I also learned a lot about everyone there, and I was actually glade none of my friends were on the trip, because while I would have loved it, I wouldn't have gotten to know anyone else in my grade.

I've written a new poem, but it's in my locker and I don't really want to leave the computer to go get it so I will post it up tomorrow, or some day soon (I hope). I wrote it after my youth group a couple weeks ago, but it wasn't to do with just the group. It was a build up of a lot of things, and the youth group just sort of was the tip of the ice burg I guess that caused me to write it. Which at the same time stunk because I had wanted to just go home and go to bed, but instead I had a stupid poem stuck in my head that wouldn't let me sleep until I wrote it down. But now I like it. I think. I'm not sure yet.

So I took the three year old out costume shopping yesterday. Now here I was led to believe that she already had a costume. One would think that her mother would have taken her out to get one (and the fact that the three year old could talk of nothing more then her 'Boots' costume -a Dora character-). But no. Heavens forbid her mother buys her a Halloween costume. So we went looking in Value Village, and of course there is nothing really. And no Dora costumes (which she was a little upset about at first) but we finally settled on a Barbie Fairy costume, however, since my dad is going to pick her up and then come get me, I'm going to have to get him to make sure she is wearing warm clothes underneath it (as I am sure her mother won't). Me, I'm wearing a white sweater under my costume. I'm going as a blue ballerina (very original for a dancer I know). I have striped tights that I THOUGHT were blue, but in fact are purple and black. A blue tu-tu dress with gold trim, glow in the dark nail polish (not blue but whatever), fake eyelashes that are tinted purple (the blue ones were gone when I went to go get them). And hopefully a blue sequin cloak that I am going to make tomorrow. I of course am not going out for the candy (looks around innocently). I doubt I would get any anyway.

Well the bell is going to ring soon, so I'm getting off. Type to you all later.

Aurum.

So........ tired.............

As the title says I am tired. But I will get back onto that. I have to clear things up first.

First, apparently I was wrong, the girls weren't topless, they were just in there underwear, it was the guys who were a little more clotheless (yuck). And second, Anvil Island was a Grade retreat, and Frauline Bubbles was my superhero name.

Now, onto being tired. I am tired because last week was busy. Dance was tiring on Monday AND Wednesday, Tuesday I had youth and it was more emotionally exhausting. Thursday I had a closing shift at McD's (and have another one next Thursday again.) Friday we went to see the Panic Squad (them being a group of improv comedians who are VERY funny, and very clean), and then Saturday/yesterday was brutal. Fun for the most part, but brutal.

It started out by me getting up at 8:10 to be at the Tradex for the MCC Fair by 9:30 (I was a half hour early) to Volunteer for the Kids area for five hours (well four and half). I spent most of it face painting, and as it wasn't a popular station I had face paint on my face (as we all wanted to try it out to begin with) and then up both my arms when I got bored. I eventually switched with someone and started working at the fishing both giving kids the fishing rods to 'fish' for toys. And then I traded to go behind to be the 'fish' and eventual when kids stopped coming went and sat with everyone else by the face painting booth. My dad doesn't come pick me up until 3:00 an HOUR after I was done.

Then I got to go home, take a shower to get ride off all the paint (unfortunately) and then go to work to do a closing shift that was six hours long. I was, all told, working for eleven hours. Not fun. By the time I was out of McD's I was so tired my head was pounding and I could hardly walk straight. And I was talking orders! Fun.

Anyway off to bed with me, school tomorrow. (ya!!!!?)

Aurum.

Dr. Pepper!

So how are you all? I'm great. Tired, beyond tired really, but great. Last week was hectic and that is why I am tired.

Last week started out with a Monday of school (duh). Tuesday I got to carry a heavy backpack full of clothes, and a sleeping bag to school, to get on a bus to go to Vancouver to get on a boat to go to an island and then did stuff on the island. Wednesday I was still at the island for half the day, then I had to take the bag BACK to the boat to go back to Vancouver to get back on the bus to go back to school. Fun I know. And then Thursday was normal. Friday I had to get up at six twenty in the morning to catch a ride with a guy I don't really know to be at school by the time I normally wake up (seven) for a missions class meeting, then go to one class before getting on a bus to go back to Vancouver to go to Bard on the Beach (a Shakespeare play festival) to watch The Tempest, and then back on the bus to go back to school, then go to my Oma's to have dinner, and then off to my dad's small group. Add into this dance on Monday, and then on Wednesday (only to find out Wednesday was cancelled) I am tired. I know this is very simplistic, but I will go into detail shortly.

Starting off with the grade retreat. So all the grade 12's are in the front area of the school, waiting for the bus. Turns out one of the buses is a little odd. Mainly because one row of seats fit two people (as bus seats normally do) and the other only fit one. So we were cramming two people onto a one seater, and three onto a two seater. But then they got another bus to load most of that bus onto. However there was so many of us that some got to stay on the weird bus. So me and my friends took the first five seats on the weird bus, and the other group took the last five seats. I know we are just that weird that people want a ten seat radius between us and them. But eventually we get to Vancouver and have to move the bags from van (that they were in) to boat. We all made it onto the boat and start sailing to Anvil Island. After about twenty minutes every one was at the front of the boat, because it was cold (which makes us all weird in that we stood out in the cold), and windy and the waves were quite choppy. There was ocean spray everywhere. Eventually the crew kicked us off the front of the boat to go do other things.

Once at Anvil Island we got out cabins and started the first activity. A photo scavenger hunt, in which we went with our whole cabin and one camera to take pictures with as many people from our group as possible in with the various different requirements, and being as creative as possible. Then we got to dress up as super hero's (I was Frauline Bubbles) for dinner, and then for another game of going around try to do various tasks. I didn't like it. Then we had chapel which was create, and then we played Jeopardy, and the funniest thing happened.

Reason why: So one of the categories was POP. Question was "Is the king of pop" real answer: "Michael Jackson" answer that the first person gave: "What is Dr. Pepper?" to which everyone burst out laughing. We go onto other topics, and eventually get back to the POP category, and what just happens to be the next question in that category, why: "How many flavours does Dr. Pepper have?" Honestly I am not joking with you.

Apparently a lot of stuff happened that night, from girls running around topless (so glad I didn't see that), to boys running around in their boxers going into random cabins, hitting people with pillows and throwing fire crackers into cabins. I, amazingly, slept through all of that.

The next day was some massive food fight that I didn't participate in, and then swimming in the ocean. However there was only two ways into the water. A) Walk in from the shore. B) Jump in from the dock. Unfortunately there was algy on the rocks in the water so I couldn't just walk in, and then if I jumped in from the dock I wouldn't be able to touch the bottom, and I can't swim in water that I can't touch the bottom in, so I didn't swim (much to my friends dismay).

After lunch we loaded everything back onto the boat to take the trek home. The boat ride was smoother this time, and we were on charter buses. However my seat; which was a window seat; was not right against the window, and the head rests were flat, so I had no where to comfortably lean my head on to sleep. So I got a kink in my neck from sleeping sitting up with my head on my shoulder.

And that was Anvil Island.

Friday was Bard on the Beach with my English Lit class.

The Tempest is a great play. It's funny, the little romance (between Miranda and Ferdinand) was small and subtle. Watching the performance was amazing. However, a few things irked me. One being the fact that Caliban is supposed to be UGLY! However the guy who was playing him was HOT. It is so hard to be mad at a character when he is that good looking! And then they made Trinculo and Stephano; the drunk men who Caliban claims is his gods because they have 'celestial liquor' are changed into Trincula and Stephana, two drunk ladies of the time. It added a lot more sexual stuff (innocently almost) to the play then was necessary, no matter how funny it became. Then during intermission I bought a shirt with the quote "We are such stuff as dreams are made on" on it. It was a little over priced I think though. It was $26. Then there was a 20% discount making down to $21, and then after taxes $25 (or $24). I was stiffed methink. However I do like the shirt. Anyway I am going to pause here because I have other stuff to do (like help with the grade ones). I am not posting this ASAP, but will work on it later (which then really doesn't effect you all does it, as you will read it all at once?) OH well. Toodles for the moment.

Oops, nothing left to write. Hehe sorry. Off to youth which FINALLY STARTS TONIGHT!!!

Aurum.

And so begins the year of school

Alright, I lied. I did not post what I was thinking the day after my last post like I said I would. Sorry. However it was one of those things that I should have just spat out to begin with, because after a good nights sleep I decided I didn't want to post it on here. Sorry.

So anyway here I am back at school. In the middle of the school day, online, blogging. I know I know, what is this crazy girl doing?!? However I am in my spare (sorry 'study') that I get once a day. Fun fun fun. Well only for half the year and I plan on helping out the grade one class during this spare so I won't be blogging on here much then, but when I am not helping and have something to report I shall, and will. I hope. Now lets see, before this block I had Lit. First class of the first day and I already had homework. Sad I know. I had to read the first act of The Tempest (Sheackspears last play). We read most of it in Lit so it wasn't that big of a deal. Next (after lunch) I have Psych (ya! I spelled it right *and then almost spelled 'spelled' wrong) and then acting. Yes I know I have a VERY lax year.

Oh and by next Saturday I should have some things of interest to report as I will have spent a grand total of two days in school. Amazing I know. But that's the wonders of gradutating and having lit. We have our grade retreat on Tuesday and Wednsday and on Friday the Lit class is going to go see The Tempest at Bard on the Beach.

Now what else has passed. Why what else but I'M FINALLY 17!!!

And I had to work on my birthday. Not fun, I know. But it was still great. And then afterwords I went to a friend of my dad's house because he was holding a BBQ for the youth group (not the whole youth showed up, most of the younger kids, and some of the older ones). But there was a birthday cake there. It was great.

And now I have nothing else to type out at this moment. I am bored stiff, have no clue what I am supposed to do during a spare when I have nothing to do. No homework, no stories to write(well I could start writing but I don't want to save it), no friends to bug. However most of my friends (well the guys, and one girl) are in my spare, however she is doing something else at the moment and I don't want to be the evil little friend and disrupt her. So yes the no friends to bug is mostly my fault.

Anyway lunch is soon so I'm getting off.

Oh one more thing, chicken 'salad' (flaked chicken) from a can smells like cat food.

Aurum.