AHAHAHAHAHAHA love.

hey all. still in the mountains, but fled to hillsville for the day and borrowed a computer at  the library for the next hour or so, because this morning i discovered a snake (large, black) in my bedroom which, no lies, was extremely upsetting. they're gross. but it was of the non-poisonous kind, which is good, and since it was a black snake it is good as it means that it's keeping all the other (poisonous) snakes away, as well as rodents like mice and rats who would otherwise eat my food and leaving poop all over the house (and yet they do anyway, but not as much as they could).

i did the same thing when the bears showed up on the lawn: came down the mountain for the day.

i left piper, my sweet, lovely, wonderful, adorable dog up on the mountain: she HATES riding in the car, and since i'm doing a lot of sitting around down here, and wandering in and out of stores she'd just have to sit around outside where i am convinced that someone would steal her. maybe that's just me.

i'm having a great time. i love knose who came up and visited me and we had a grand time (i found one of the sets of earings in the car, btw, so hurrah!). and i still have your shoes. no snakes in them. i'm really glad that you came up, and you're welcome to come again if you want and play more rummy (boo ha ha), and we can muck around in more quarry mud. <3.

i miss everyone like whoa, and i'll see you all in d-town. when i get there. who knows when?

you all must call me!!

so every year i try to write down the funny things that people say in class (when i remember). here's some from this year.

josh pathman: it's a responsive answer!

ana bessias: john, you can austausch with yourself.
john lindsey: you can austausch my ekelhaft.
the frau: ich verstehe bahnhof. [i understand trainstation.]

jdair: you met the only three people in idaho! holy shit!

jdair: national geographic's animal of choice is the wildebeest becuase they're slow and lions love them.

lineberger: *flaming magnesium falls to the ground* that's bad.

[talking about the difference between envy and jealousy]
miss knowles: i'm here and y'know ... here i am.

john lindsey: crufication!

jdair: did he whoop-yo-ass?

miss knowles: was there cartoons having sex? that's alway weird.

mr. markus: such a sexy issue, tariffs.

jdair: no myspace or facebook or myface.

lineberger: i used to break my nose on purpose to look tough.

now imagine if these jewels of quotes had been lost on the world. so sad.

help, i'm addicted to hair dye. someone reffer me to the assist team. o.0
seriously, though, why do i keep doing this to myself? *headdesk*
see you all tomorrow.

i love the circus. truly, i do.

i am going to be a clown in the circus one day.

[see facebook for pictures.]

katy: because i know you'll see this and i wanted to get this to you as soon as I could ... here's what Sing suggested for one acts: "Here are a few one act ideas:  "The Browning Version" by Terence Ratigan[serious drama]; "The Bald Soprano" by Eugene Ionesco[comedy-theater of the absurd]; "The Apollo of Bellac" by Jean Anouilh[comedy]; "Blind Date" by Horton Foote[comedy-drama]; "The Sandbox" by Edward Albee[serious-theater of the absurd]." I hope it helps...

knose: you is love. love is you. i miss you.

i'm going to the circus tomorrow with Dad and Julie (she's never been!). i loveth ringling bros., truly i do. please no one tell me they hate the circus, because i love it, i don't care if you don't/if clowns scare you, and i don't want anyone to ruin it for me. it's magic. <3

in other news, tomorrow is my last day at graysons [work]. weird feeling.

So this afternoon, I was looking for a blank CD to burn some music for Dad, and I came across an unlabeled CD. So I'm like "oh, cool, a blank one." So I put in the computer and, no, in fact it's not blank. It's got 19 tracks of strange German rap on it. I've never heard it before, and when I asked Dad and played some for him he'd never heard it before either.

So: how did a mix of German rap and rock get into my room without my knowledge? How come no one has heard it before? How did it just sit there with none of us aware that it existed? How long has it been there? Where did it come from? Where is it going?

AHH!

my scalp hurts. i am officially laying off the chemicals for a while. unfortunately, it is at a time when my hair looks like green cobwebs with blonde undertones.

umm.

also, green kool-aid did not dye my hair green.

dammit.

i quit my job.
i've only got two more sundays left there.
my boss told me to come back this summer.
urk.
this is weird.

in honor of being in a good mood a lot lately, and of having told my annoying shrink i don't want to go to him anymore (and feeling a lot better for it, bwahaha), i am compiling a list of things that i love (in no order or sense making way). so:

-my cat
-Knose
-all friends
-all family
-state fairs
-the beatles, tri yann, daara j, whiter shade of pale, don't fear the reaper, keane, riverdance, smile, alice's restaurant, layla, heart of glass
-outdoor academy
-snow
-chocolate (milk, any form), butterfingers, skittles
-sunny days
-walking to school
-little miss sunshine
-monkeys (the word)
-peanuts
-happy feet
-playmakers
-narnia
-venice
-pirates
-howard lineberger stories
-sidetracking in precal
-studying for history with molly
-unicycling
-bookbinding
-bandanas
-scrubs / the janitor
-ray hicks
-family history
-hot showers
-candles
-itunes
-three musketeers (book)
-inside man
-found
-postsecret
-capes
-swashbucklers
-laughter
-x-men, wolverine, hugh jackman, jean grey
-the circus (ringling bros.)
-plot twists
-pg wodehouse / hugh laurie & stephen fry
-pixie sticks
-travelling (airports, airplanes)
-spontinatety
-moonwalks
-james bond
-dil se re, chaiyya chaiyya
-a funny thing happened on the way to the forum
-the kids next door
-calvin and hobbes
-hot chocolate (starbucks, shade tree and the stuff i make with mom's espresso machine)
-caligraphy pens
-my ipod
-getting mail
-pasta
-aluminum foil and saran wrap
-pears
-cheddar cheese, st. andre cheese, etc.
-free food
-middle names
-the genie
-my stuffed animals
-people magazine
-harry potter, rumo, bill bryson, least heat moon, pride and prejudice, terry prachett
-blue hair / blue hair dye
-getting a hair cut
-not getting a hair cut
-finding $5 in my pants
-milkshakes
-being sick and then having no work to make up
-dogs
-driving

(TO BE CONTINUED ... possibly)

knose and i tried to dye my hair blue yesterday.  it didn't work as planned.  currently, or rather a few minutes ago, i was a strawberry blonde with a green, metallic, seaweed tinge to her hair.  i'm trying again, drying with heat like it said to, so currently i look like a young draco malfoy with blue-black hair sitting under a blow drier. huh



so yea. will let you know my results.

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why, oh why, did the internet god take down scrubs? what has the world ... has the deserving community ... have i done to deserve this??

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stupid exams. i hate you and your suprise bad grades.

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i love my cousins.


gracious i love my family.

Me. Other car. Wellspring parking lot. BUMP. Damn.


... no damage. cars and people fine. parents not angry (mom's not. haven't told dad yet, at least).


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Katy and I walked into the costume closet during rehearsal yesterday, only to find the flimsy dress rack had fallen over and was all over the floor, so we commenced to cleaning and re-organizing.

Long story short, the big rack that stores coats and dresses fell on my head as we moved it.

There is a lump.

A goose egg, so to speak.

It hurt all that evening (I moved slow and didn’t move my head too much), and today it still hurt today, especially when Mr. Adair smacked it.

My thoughts as it fell: death by coat-rack. Embarrassing.

Remind me to patch these pants.  Soon. 

So in addition to the large gash in the left knee and the growing split in the right, there is a highly awkward hole in the land between the legs and if I sit right, no one can see it (so I prudently ignore it) and the one that appeared today at lunch at my fly, I just found one in the back, right at the pocket.

So my purple target underwear has been pranced about all day. Like the wholly butt pants of Calvin’s. 

Thanks for telling me.

Patches, yes.  Soon.

One of my nearest and dearest was surprised the other day when I arrived at her church to hear her give a sermon at the Youth Service, dressed in a skirt and other Nice Clothes (she was surprised about the clothes, I mean). Apparently, it’s shocking that I own nice clothes.  So I would like to state before God and Everybody that: I Own Nice Clothes.  I am not sure if I should be offended by her surprise, and her statement (in an amazed tone), “Betsy, you look nice.”  What is it with looking nice?  I usually look decent.

I ran over a snake tonight, driving home with my parents from getting ice cream.

When I told my dad that was why I was upset, not the rainy, dark, hazardous driving (still a stressor), he said, “Yea, that’s sad.  But it was unavoidable.  There were five people behind you, if you didn’t hit it, they would’ve.” 

And yet, I still feel bad.  How could it know that cars were monsters to be avoided at all costs?

I wish it had stopped to tie its shoelaces or check the time so that the whole mess could’ve just not happened.

I have a henna tattoo. 

A heart.

And it’s on my neck. 

Apparently, it looks like a hickey.

Why didn’t this occur to me?  I walk into work today and Charles walks right over with this face of utter horror and curiosity and says, “What is on your neck?!” 

“A henna tattoo?” I replied, confused. Then I got it.

I’ve gone through the day like that.  Denise asked me what it was, which launched (of course) a huge conversation about boyfriends whether innocent looking girls (like the counter staff) are, in fact, innocent.

I must scrub the thing off.