I Blame the Pilgrims

Oh, how I’ve loved this long Thanksgiving break! It has given me time to catch up on missed hours of sleep, T.V time, family time, shopping time, and video game time(yes, I do indeed play video games). Although my entire break hasn’t been fun and games (haha, do you see what I did there?).  During the break I’ve been sick, had an unfamiliar person residing in my guest room, had to stress about doing (more like starting) my term projects, and doing homework. I’ll start off with the good things first because that’s always a fun place to start.

Since we had no school that meant I didn’t have to get up early so I basically just slept till noon, and wasn’t given a hard time for it. I caught up on my T.V. shows that I hadn’t seen in FOREVER, and just sat around with my sister, and her college roommate, but more on that later. I went shopping and spent ALL my money, and literally shopped till I dropped. My dad and I played on our PS3 like nonstop, this is an example of what it was like: 

Me:  currently sitting on couch waiting for my turn on Need for Speed: Hot Pursuit

Dad: ramming into cops, and crossing the finish line “(insert my name here), it’s your turn.” Said while handing me the controller.

Me:  “Sweet! I can’t decide it I want to drive the Beemer or it I want the Porsche.”

Brother: Said with a smirk, and in a mocking tone “I doesn’t matter which one you pick you’re going to total it anyway.”

Me: “Whatever, I’m going with the Beemer… Huh, what color?”

Dad: “Just pick one already!”

Me: “Okay. Okay. Calm down I’m getting a move on.” I start the race, and focus.

                20 seconds in…

Dad: “Look you’re doing so good, and even a single scratch!” He and my brother are laughing at me.

When out of the blue… BAM! I run over some spikes, and get caught by the cops.

Dad: “Dang, that must be a new record!”

Me: “Well excuse me if I’m not the Juvenile delinquent daughter you’ve always wanted!” Stomp out of the room because I’m embarrassed.

I usually do pretty, but I was little off, and was just warming up. I did redeem myself by later “breaking” my brother’s face on Face Breaker.

I of course must write/type something about Thanksgiving, so here it goes. I was in charge of making the honey ham, because my mom can’t quite get it right, so the job falls down to me.  If you’re wondering why the position doesn’t fall into the hands of my sister it’s because she doesn’t like cooking.  My sister’s roommate from Korea tried to help me, but she just got in my way more or less. Once I had finished with glazing the dang thing every 15 minutes, it was time to eat, and that’s where everything just kind of fell apart.

 I’m not quite sure, but I think I got sick because I ate too fast because next thing I knew I was kneeling over the toilet bowel pucking my guts out! This has lasted for the past few days, but I’m finally feeling less nauseous. That right there is pretty much the highlight of my break, and I blame it fully upon the Pilgrims, don’t ask me why, because that would take too long, and I’d probably have to retitle the name of my blog post.

                                                                                                                                                                   

Until next week,

Drop of Water

My Short Comings, and Such...

You know those moments where you have no doubt in your mind that you did the best you possibly could, that you most defiantly are going to get what you wanted, but then it turns out that you did the complete opposite of what you expected, and of what everyone else expected? Yes, these moments most defiantly are horrible, and can really blow someone's self-esteem, and that is exactly what happened to me this week! Oh, the joys,and since I've no other ideas of what to type about I will write about my short comings for you.

I am, as I pridefully call myself, a COOL nerd. What makes me qualify for the title of "Nerd"(you already know why I'm cool), you may ask, well...let's see. I am good at math (for the most part), I like science, enjoy reading about odds and ends, am an over achiever (sometimes), and lastly am on the Science Olympiad team. That last one is what I will be writing/ typing about for most of my blog post today/ tonight.

I've been on the school's Science Olympiad team ever since I was in seventh grade, I'd always won the silver or gold medals, and had been looking forward to going to nationals in Florida this year. To go to Florida this year that of course, was if, and only if I made the team, which I did not. Now to tell you how this terrible thing came to be.

There has always been this terrible test that is what counts for most of the points earned to get on the team, and in the past years I've done well, but this one killed me. I mean am I supposed to know the Latin names for cactus plants?! So, I was kind of bummed out that I did not now all of the answers, but there was NO doubt in my mind that I wouldn't be put on the team. I had after all won medals for the team plenty of times, and already had lots of experience is the events. I bet you already know where this is going, don't you?

I was kind of on edge for most of the day, because at the end of school the list would be posted of who would be on the team. A few girls, and I walked over to the band room (located on the other side of the school) in an effort not to get caught in a swarm of nerd trying to get a look at the list. After we thought we'd waited long enough we went to look. The girls made the team, and I did not, they acted all disappointed, and I could tell they were partially sincere, but even amongst nerds there is competition, and I could tell they were happy they didn't have to compete against me. I pretended I wasn't sad at all, when inside I was crying oceans and drowning the world over twice. Thank you Mrs. Loureiro, for teaching me how to act! When finally we parted ways, and I basically ran home crying. I know sound pathetic, and it is, but I worked my butt off, and was so looking forward to it. But while I was drowning my sorrows away in Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream, I had an epiphany.

I, (insert my name here) am going to work twice as hard as I usually do, and prove that I should have been on the Varsity team. I am going to win in EVERY SINGLE one of my events, and them I'll not only prove it to myself that I am awesome, but to "Mr. Science teacher" that he should have put me on the team.

Well I'm done here so until something happens...

Drop of Water.

Random Tangent

Darn you writers block! I must admit that I don't have the slightest idea of what to write about this week, but since I have to write something this week, and since my blog's name is "Life Through My Keyboard" I guess I will write/type about life! My life to be exact. I think maybe I'll type my week out for you? I don't know! Okay, it's not like anyone (other than my English teacher) reads this so that is what I'll do. Now to write/type...

Monday, B-day... rather uneventful I had Science, Clothing, Math, Gym. Oh, I know! I was sitting there in my Science class, and we'd just gotten a new seating arrangement. I kind don't like my seat, but I'm over it now, my job as a student after all is to learn in class, not the mess around with my friends, so now that I look at it it's good that I don't like my seat that way I can focus in class. Then just as I was sitting down the boy next to my shouts "Look! All the Mexicans are at the back row.", and truth be told there they were, all except for me. I kind of hoped no one would say anything, but then he said " Oh, wait (insert my name here) isn't back there". He kind of tried to talk our teacher into moving my back there so that it could be a whole group, but of course she didn't quite like his reasoning for moving my over there, "Come on how cool would that be?" wouldn't have swayed me either. Then off I was whisked away by the bell to my next classes,  the rest of the day pretty much passed in a blur, and I didn't care I just wanted to go home and sleep.

Tuesday nada, Wednesday umm... I had a math test that I pretty much think I did AWESOME on! The rest insignificant, let's just say that most of the school week was insignificant. Yeah, I know I'm probably raising some eyebrows here "What, (insert my full name here.It's more dramatic that way) doesn't care about school?!", I kind of felt a bit rebellious this week, because my French teacher gave us this whole lecture about "NOT FIGHTING THE SYSTEM". I mean I'd never really thought about it, but we just follow the bell, and as I learned in my VERY COOL English class school and prison are the only places run by bells. After all the school days came the weekend. I know I'm sounding very Rebecca- Black- like again.

I went to see my AMAZING sister up at the University of Utah *cough, cough... GO UTES!!!... cough, cough*. We when to this really cool Japanese and Chinese bistro, and ate a whole bunch of sushi, and other food. I got to talk to her about how things were going, and how life basically is going. Of course I couldn't stay there all day, but that pretty much was the highlight of my week. Once I got back I quilted. I know it sounds very grandma of me, but I go through these phases with stuff. For example last year it was cake decorating, before that it was baking, before that it was cooking, and right now it's sewing. I'll have to finish this up later, because I'm currently wiped, and not thinking to clearly.

Until I get some sleep,

Drop of Water! :)

School Spirit? I think NOT!

You know those people who go to every school game, cheer every time that their school name is mentioned, go around saying "YEAH, WE WON", even if they're not on the team (in my book that means you're not part of the "we"), and actually make an effort to be supportive to the school teams? I happen to not be one of those people. I go to school, and go home. I make no effort to be prideful of "our" wins, and don't waste my time standing around cheering on people that only talk to me if they need help with something. Although what I just described to you may sound very mean, my friends have already pointed that out, and have told my that  I should probably try to change this. I didn't even see it coming, it was more like a sudden outburst of "(insert my name here), what's the matter with you?". Now I will tell you why this happened.

I was sitting their spacing out as I always do right before the bell rings, and on come the announcements. "We'd like to congratulate the boys' basketball team for their big win against, (some school's name here)", my homeroom erupts in cheers, and I'm just sitting there thinking about stuff I can't even remember. After everyone is done cheering, and patting one of the basketball players on the back, the girls on my table noticed that I didn't cheer. It's not like I didn't care or anything, but... okay maybe I didn't care, but it's not like they're going to care if ONE girl doesn't show interest! I mean, I pretty sure the guy doesn't want some other random person patting him on the back. Yet, they insisted that I needed to have more school spirit, and then those darn announcements JUST HAD to keep on going.

"Oh right", said the girl over the intercom "And we are also very pleased to say that our very own Rhapsody in Blue is putting on 'From the Bay to the Bayou', the shows will...". I didn't quite get a chance to hear the rest, because all the girls at my table looked at me and had this expression on their faces that I can only place as lunacy; their eyes all big and wide, and they just looked at me, and then back at one another then, one of them broke the silence. All she had to whisper was "Perfect", and that was enough for all of them to start kind of doing what I call the... potty-dance in their chairs. They apparently thought that if I didn't have school spirit for sports then maybe I might have at least SOME school spirit, and maybe care about going to a music thingy (or whatever stuff like that is called). I kind of got out of going with that group, by telling them that I had other plans. But hey don't get too worked up about it because I DID end up going. After all what kind of a best friend would I be if I didn't end up going at least once to see her show thingy? I must admit that I actually enjoyed it; see now I hope you don't think that I'm some kind of mean old Scrooge that doesn't find joy in stuff (sorry couldn't quite think of a better word)

Till I think of something else to write,
     
                    Drop of Water