Compass Tests and headaches

So next monday I'm gonna take my compass test. AH.

I'm kinda worried about it. like i really don't want to seriously fail and be like all "ptttttt.." or something and be stupid.

So I LOVE MY CATS!!! They are so darn adorable. is that wierd? Am I officially a cat lady if i love my kitties?

Oh what to blog about, what to blog about.

Well I have a pretty big headache right now. I really want God to show up to me for pete's sake.

Ya, I'm a little ticked. How the loss of interest and the racing thoughts. The only thing I can do is just not think about it. But just figuring out whether to go to church is an issue.

Plus, I miss playing the piano. I used to be good but I just stopped after a while. I really want to play again. It seems that music always pulls me out of my stupor.

sigh, anyway. poeple are looking at red pandas.



pretty cute huh?

ya i think so too

nancy drew and the white wolf of icicle creek and the girl who's a wimp

So a while back my sister and her friends played a nancy drew game with a screeching "banshee" and it was CAREEPYYY! but I was hooked.

So my friend natalie graciously lent me a nancy drew game called the White Wolf of Icicle Creek. she said it wasn't going to be creepy. I just realized how much of a wimp I was when at the beginning of the game there was an explosion! I flipped! I hate scary surprises.

But then there was a note on the door at one point where it said "meet me in the sauna." I was a little freaked out whenever I went around a corner and someone would be there like "BOO!" The people in the game are really creepy. so i went downstairs and no one was down there. Like the people that are usually always there werent there. so I creepily opened up the sauna expecting to see someone in there. So I clicked on the door and dropped to the floor and plugged my ears. i was freaked out.

But there was no one in there. just some pictures. So I went in and picked them up. But then the sauna started getting hotter. I turned around and COULD NOT OPEN THE DOOR! At this point I was about to pee my pants I was so scared!

It was bad. there were just so many moments that I was freaked out. I still am.

ACSI, creepy drummers, and broken fingers

Wow! It's been like so long since I blogged And so much has happened. Like insane.

I'll start with band. so last week, me and my high school band brethren went to this music conference called ACSI. Its where a whole bunch of Christian school bands come together and get ajudicated (or judged) and play and a whole bunch of stuff.

It was a grueling 2 days of losing spit and playing cards and reading like a maniac. (like they do). during the meals we would ALL go to a cafeteria with a buffet. the food wasn't that great. like the hamburgers I'm pretty sure were not......hamburgers.

anyway there was this creepy drummer from another small school. He always seemed to walk by my table and stare creepily as he did. And he passed by a lot so he was either really hungry or was....a creeper.

At one point he came and sat down at our table and poured salt all over the table and was like "I'm really bored if you haven't noticed." And I wanted to make conversation so I was like "Yah... we all get that way.....some.....times..." this whole time, he's drawing a man in the salt.

I felt bad for him. whenever he wasn't sitting with us, he was sitting all alone. I just think he was lonely. But I'm pretty sure that he had a mondo crusho on Anastasia and Maia. He would stare at them not noticing that I was watching. Kinda creeped out. so maia was by my side the rest of the time.

Ya, It was great. But I got to learn a new game called Rat where you hit cards and try to hit them first when they show up. I was playing with Micaela and an Asian named Don. He can hit hard. I'm pretty sure he broke my finger somewhere.

But I deserved it to an extent. You see, there are two asians in the band. Don plays clarinet and Min Su plays violin. And I called Don Min Su a whole bunch and I felt horrible. he just laughed. And then he said that he left his instrument out in the gym and I was like "Oh aren't you worried about your violin?" At that point, everyone at the table punched me. He just laughed again at my pure stupidity.

So it was an eventful 2 days.

Tolo. Sadie Hawkins Dance. whatever.

OMG! I totally forgot about tolo! so its this month and I have never gone to a dance nor have I been on a date nor have had any sort of significant contact with the opposite sex ever.

But since this might be my last dance i wanted to ask a guy, since its tolo and my duty.

I asked all my friends at Bible study and they all said "John Kobelek."
.............

I drew a blank. I knew his little bro but I didn't know who he was. So they described him to me and kinda shy and geeky but not completely ugly. broad-shouldered, glasses, and taaaaalllll.

Wow way to go guys. calling me dorky or something.

But no. He's pretty cool.....from what I see.

I still have yet to actually meet the guy. I am so guy challenged you don't understand. See I always think that guys tend to go for the skinny, pretty, christian girls. and I'm kinda odd. and I don't always look pretty unlike the Fonden sisters and all the girls at church pretty much.

I need advice. should I just walk up to him and be like "Hey, you don't know me but you might but I was just wondering if you could go to tolo with me at my school?....OH and my names Haley. And your names John. No its not creepy that I know your name, I was just talking to my friends about you and how you would be cool to go to tolo with. so here I am. will you go?"

......."No.".......

"Ok. um. thanks anyway. catch you later." slaps my head.

I just don't know how to just introduce myself to him let alone ask him to tolo. Ugh. I need help.

Imaginary numbers? Really?

So I had a lengthy conversation with my Algebra 2 teacher Mr. Bracher (think your awesome!) and we talked about imaginary numbers......

If you haven't hit algebra 2 yet, it is completely useless. I mean really why would you ever need to learn about unreal numbers. He responded "Electricity."

Stupid reason. like I'm EVER going to be an electrician. And as far as I know when Ben Franklin stuck a key on a kite in a thunderstorm he was quite unaware that there were imaginary numbers involved. SWALLOW THAT!!

Mr. Bracher is an odd one. He says that everything is numbers and that our eyes see numbers and translate them into colors and all sorts of stuff. So I was like trying to act stupid and said "Oh! So thats why we paint by numbers." Gahuh Gahuh. He didn't laugh.

See now i think of God as one of those masterminds that lives with his mom figuring all this stuff out in his parents basement as his mother brings down celery sticks and peanut butter. And He's like "Aha!!" and discovers FAKE numbers. and calls it "i."

Wow. Way to be egotistical.

"I" am this awesome fake number that you will never understand. "I" am there, then again "I" am not. "I" am in electricity. "I" keep your lifes filled with light and hope and love and the pursuit of happyness.

.....God had good thinking.

Now that "I" think about it, electricians can be quite stupid. "I" bet if you walk to up a dude working on the electric stuff and ask him about imaginary numbers he'd be like "Duhhhhhhhhhhhh......do you guys have any beer?" So there's always that.

"I" am so confused.

Habla habla habla habla

Habla habla habla habla.....

Dont you just wish that you could take back something you said that you didn't event think about the repercussions of what you say could be deadly? Ya. thats where I am.

I don't mean to say that stuff, I just SAY IT!! STUPID STUPID. word of advice. take like five minutes before you say anything and think about what your going to say and how its going to effect anything.

.....

On second thought if we did that then conversations would last for 3 months. so don't take 5 minutes. thats a bit too long.

Ugh. pttttt.

So....kittens are doing well. adorable little smelly creatures from God, oh how I adore them!

But I think I talk about my babies way too much.. lets see....

.................................uh.

I'm really sad in a sense that I'm not known for anything. you know? I'm just average nobody. I played the piano good for a while but then I stopped for a while and I just can't seem to get it back. I've been so lazy lately. I'm not good at sports or amazing at art, being a Christian, or anything. I'm just. me. that gets REALLY annoying. And the INSANELY STUPID stuff that happens in my life that makes it hard to get back up from.

I wish that God would just appear to me in a vision, and it wouldn't be one of those visions that lasts 3 seconds, but like an hour, and he and me could talk and fix everything up. I've been so messed up with God for a while, its SO hard to act all happy and cheerful and GO GOD all the time when really I'm really doubtful and don't want to do anything.

......maybe this is prolly just my period talking. not that i'm on it. PMS? ugh is it wierd that women seem to be in a constant PMS mode? God didn't give guys TMS (Testosterone Malfunction Syndrome) or something. they stay the same. like "Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." thats all they say. all day. I wish I was like that some times. not have to say anything.

oooh I want to go home and be with my kitties.

WINEY babies...

So i had the pleasure of cleaning up my very first kitten throwup yesterday.... ya it was gross but at first i thought it was diahrreah (I know I spelled that wrong) so I'll take throw up anyday over that..

But, poor Isaiah, he is a pig and ate too much food. He was in the litter box for about half an hour... I felt so sorry for him. But thats what you get after eating almost half a can of food and running in circles for five minutes because his tail was enchanting.

(BTW...I don't over-feed my kittens. He just stole Claussen's portion. Put down the phone and don't call ASPCA. its alright.)

Anyways, there adorable.

so... people in study hall have given me things to blog about since I hit a writers blog (block. haha) right there for a second, so I shall blog about.....PANCAKES!

So...pancakes. I am kinda biased about IHOP because my cop of a step-mom (SHES AWESOME) believes that they treat their chickens with cruelty, sticking like 20 of them in a crate this big. (By this big, I mean tiny. You couldn't see my hand motions........I HEART PARENTHESES!!!!) But I also think that since the chickens are going to die anyway, I don't really care. They don't go to heaven anyway. That would be annoying if they did. just having random chickens pooping all over the streets of gold. God wouldn't approve.

So. off track there. but I overheard someone say they hate pancakes.......unamerican.

Pancakes are the BOMB. especially my mums. Blueberry BABAY!! maybe banana?

"Make you banana pancakes, pretend like its the weekend now. (guitar strumming) We could pretend it all the time...."

Best song ever! Thanks Courtney.

So ya. I'm done. BYE