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June 14th

Last day of having Nims… It’s true, I wanted to cry. Is it normal to form such an attachment to your teachers? I don’t talk with them more than other students. In fact I may speak less. I suppose I just like authority figures. Unless they are bringing me down, then I bring the hate.

Today was the last day of school. It doesn’t feel that way; it is sixty eight degrees and cold. I had my math final, and then it was over. I sat on the bus and it actually sank in, but I had to pretend to be cool because I was sitting next to someone who I knew but wasn’t friends with.

But that isn’t what this post is about, recently I saw a counselor and she was all “dear, it’s great to have goals, but you need to be happy in the present.”

Now, I really liked this chick, but I didn’t actually like what she said because I didn’t want to change much. But I have been on a real college binge lately, and I kind of burnt myself out on the subject. Sure, I could organize and write essays for three more months, but if I spend all my time planning how I got there then it is going to suck when I am actually there. I want to have a full summer, no matter how cheesy that sounds. I want to do all of the photography projects that I have been planning with chasten, see the Harry Potter Preview and perfect my use of British lingo. I don’t want to get where I am going and not have anything to show for it.

I already said that yesterday that I hung out with some of my friends, and yes some were boys. But it wasn’t all “oooooooh, I am hanging out with a boy!” because they were my friends. If that had happened last year I would have been an awkward individual the whole time. Not that I wasn’t but I was just my natural lovable awkward self. I sat with Sariah on the couch, and Kellie used us as a mattress to sit on, and we watched Johnson and Basil play on the wii. It was just a smashing good time… I want my summer to be like that. I don’t want to focus on the fact that I will leave in three years, I want to focus on what I am going to do this month, week, tomorrow.

That doesn’t mean I am going to stop obsessively researching colleges. It doesn’t mean I am not going to make lists consisting of Buckingham Palace, Harrods and Big Ben titled “Places I must see and take pictures of.” Because I don’t think that I could, that wouldn’t be me.

On a totally unrelated note, I am going to rock a quote tatt when I am eighteen. 

My next year's schedule! 

1 more day of Freshman year

Today I had PE and English Finals.

 PE… First thing in the morning, raining, two miles… Not my idea of a good time. I may be in track, but I am a thrower. I can throw a discus sixty feet and do warm ups, but I am not a runner. I can run really good for a half mile, even a full mile if it is nice. But any farther and my throat decides that it is cool being two sizes smaller than necessary. So I got a C. I hope that doesn’t bring my grade down too drastically.

Then we had English, which was super sad. We wrote letters to the incoming frosh, and then had a party. I am going to miss Mrs. Dierker SO MUCH. She was one of my favorite teachers… she even let us out a bit early to run and get out schedules early for next year. She was really cool, it is hard to explain. She liked really cool books and just talked with us sometimes. I am going to really miss her.

After the hectic fiasco of getting my schedule (the place to get our schedule was at the top of some stairs, and they didn’t tell the school that it was only for sophomores until after we had been squished to death… At least I knew most of the people squishing me) some friends and I went to Basil’s to eat waffles since school got out at lunch time. It was great, we played ping pong in his garage, Kellie and I rolled over some cement blocks so that we could see out of the window, and then we got to waffle making. As Basil heated up the iron, we all sat down in his living room. Me on a seat, Anna on a seat, Basil on a stool between us and Sariah, Kellie and Johnson on the couch. We all sat and laughed, Basil and Anna where seeing who could do the weirdest things with weights… Me and Kellie tried to pick them up and we laughed at how weak we were. It was just a fun time, and I realized that was what I want.

My dad and stepmom have a group of friends they hang out, and we see them a lot. One of them is my godmom. But they just have fun, even though they are grownups. They sit and drink beer and wine, and create delicious pizza’s on this stone thing they put in the oven. Since my dad had me way before his friends started to have children, I kind of sit in between the adults and the two year olds. I’m not complaining, they are cute. And the pizza is yummy. But when I grow up, if I grow up, I want to be able to partying with my friend group and then baby clothes shopping years later. I just hope I will be able to do that when I will be leaving all my friends behind.

Just some nom nom nomminess from Basil's kitchen...

3 more days of Freshmen year

I just finished a book called mare’s war (with no capitalization) by Tanita S. Davis. It is about this girl who is going on a road trip with her sister and her grandmother for the summer. On the trip her grandmother tells them about how she was in the colored woman army for America during WWII, and the girl starts to understand her grandmother soon.

It was really inspiring, and it got me thinking about my grandmother’s. On my mom’s side she is kind of mean. My father once said as he was driving me to my mom’s that all griffin women say something all nonchalant that crushes your spirit, and then does this awful laugh. I didn’t realize it then, but he is totally right. Another way my family is just so… horrible.

I love my family, but seriously, they are kind of on crack(:

However, on my other side all the women are kind of understated, but incredibly kind and understanding. They are incredibly religious and a bit close minded though… But you can’t have the perfect family. Family is chosen for you, that is why you need to be so careful in choosing your friends.

My mom makes fun of me on a regular basis on this accent she is sure that I have. I repeatedly tell her that I do not have an accent, but she says that when I get shy or something I get it. Sometimes I have a lisp or stutter more than the normal human, but it’s not like I have an actual speech impediment. But the whole accent thing got me thinking, what American words am I going to say that British people do not say?

Even though I do not live in Texas, I regularly say ya’ll. I blame Hannah Montana. I also say errbody and errday. And apparently people say milk like milk as in a mill instead of how I say it, melk. Melk just sounds more wholesome. I want a glass of melk with my cookies.

But instead of just my oddities, what else shall I say different? I say aluminum like “Al lum uh num” instead of “Al ooh min ee yum.” And yogurt as in “yo gurt” instead of “yah gurt.”

 HAHA, and what about words that we have different words for? Like ketchup and tomato sauce, bonnet and hood, pants and trousers…

And what about the shows that won’t be on over there? I hope they have SNL, porque I am watching a best of SNL or something right now, with the fat blonde guy who died... Chris Farley? Him and Adam Sandler make a really good pair. And will Hannah Montana reruns be on there? They have Disney, right? Yah. Because there is a Disney land in Europe, right? Ah, so many questions.

But the most important question… Will they accept my cowboy boots that I am getting soon? I am feeling very patriotic today, which doesn’t happen often. So I am trying to embrace it. Man I want a pony.

(sorry for it being so rambley)

These are some cupcakes me and my mommy made(:

My grandpa is making a kyak!

Tomorrow is the first day of finals… I have Spanish, Journalism and Biology. I am kind of scared for bio, but here is what I really am having anxiety for. THAT THE SENIORS WILL NOT GIVE ME A FREAKING YEARBOOK! I have asked this guy every day for like, seventy two days. He better give it to me tomorrow or I may just break and go ape shit, grab a yearbook and throw the money at his face.

5(4) more days of Freshman year

You may have noticed the title. Turns out I cannot count, there are four days left of Freshmen year.
Yes, today was the last Block A day of the year. It was super fun, except for the fact that Mr. Nims WASN’T THERE. Mr. Nims is the absolute best, he is this older guy who loves KISS and calls his arms the hammer brothers, as in sledge and… MC? I don’t remember the other one. But trust me, he is the best. My favorite teacher in the whole world, I expect to see him for the full hour and a half. Instead we had this odd substitute who sounded like the guy from The Price is Right. So instead of actually doing work I just hung out with Sariah, Basil and Anna.
We were watching a movie about the kamikaze pilots and the end of the world war, and we got to talking about how Basil would be perfect if he lived in the 50’s. I also found out that Basil is 5’ 7.
5’ 7. That number keeps coming up! First Ray William Johnson, then Richard Hammond and now Basil. Not that Basil is even in the same class as Richard Hammond, but it seems as though the best people are this height!
Except Basil is going to grow. And then open a diner out in Texas after he becomes a football star. Haha, football. That is like his favorite thing in Spanish. No footbal, American football. Yee haw.
Today I also wrote a letter to myself in my senior year. That was kind of sentimental; I want myself to be really cool in senior year. You know with long hair and a rocking bod and a boyfriend. All of those things seem really shallow but I kind of want the experience before I go to England… I hope that happens.
Today is kind of a sentimental day. I made cookies with Maya after school and we talked about stuff. And now I am here sitting and watching Kung Fu Panda surrounded by my favorite books and some Ninja socks that my dad brought me at lunch yesterday. I love Kung Fu Panda, it is my favorite movie. I love the fact that Po is so funny but follows his heart, I love that Tigress is so mean but obviously wants attention from Shifu. I look way too much into it, but sometimes that is fun.

Sorry today’s post is so short, but sometimes it is just one of those days when you need to sit and watch Kung Fu Panda with cookies. Not necessarily a sad day, but just one where you thought too much and cried a bit and need to watch a movie.

Me and Chasten on the way to London.

Me and Chasten getting off the plane in London.

6 more days of Freshman year

After reading my last post I see I kind of sound as if I am in that movie Easy A, I will try to stop talking like this if at all possible. Which it probably isn’t.
Tomorrow is the last Block A schedule of my freshman year. This sucks, because in journalism we are having a quiz, in English we are working on a project I finished last weekend, and in history we are studystudystudying. But I guess it is all right, we need to get a lot of studying done this week.
English is by far my favorite subject. Mrs. Dierker, my English teacher, makes the class a lot of fun. For our independent reading project she allowed me to create a book cover instead of writing and book report (which I actually kind of love) which is cool. I did mine on Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins. It’s one of my all time favorite books even though it has a horrid name. It's one of the books that helped me understand that the future is going to be so great.
Why is the future going to be great? Because I am going to live in London, far away from everything familiar. Except for the language, I tried to keep that the same. I know there are still going to be jerks and horrible people in London, but the thing is that none of them will know me. I will be a completely new person, I will be "the American chick who likes to make lists and make people laugh", or even "the chick who stutters when too many p's are in a sentence" or my favorite "the American chick that makes everyone with a British accent say yogurt."
Once when I was at camp we had a counselor named Nottingham. He had the best accent ever, and was not that horrible looking. Of course all the girls (and possibly some guys, I don't judge) where in love with him. They would make excuses to sit next to him and have him talk and make him ask for the tomato sauce when it was obviously ketchup. The point of the story is that it is a personal goal of mine to make every person I meet with a British accent say yogurt, until the effect wears of I guess.
Speaking of British terms, did you know that Yorkshire pudding is in fact NOT pudding? I realize now that in Harry Potter, he probably grabed a Yorkshire pudding, not scooped out some Yorkshire pudding. But how was I supposed to know that? Well, if you are familiar with Yorkshire pudding then you probably think I am odd. But it is totally your fault for not naming it properly. False advertisement.
Now that I said that you are probably going to tell me it comes from the Latin root 'pudd' or something that means bready substance.
Back to high school. Today in P.E we had sprints, and I think I hurt my leg. The only thing that tipped me off was that my friend (who is coming over tomorrow to make cookies:)) said that I was cussing every time my right foot went down and I sounded like King George from "The Kings Speech". I don't blame my teacher though, probably because he says things like "Holy Toledo!"
And that is pretty much for today. I took the bus home and made dinner which is currently sitting in the oven keeping warm for when my family gets home from work and school. The only other person who is home is my great grandma, and she doesn’t really count because she eats like a spoonful of dinner.
Not saying that she doesn’t count, but I feel all old people should be put in old people homes. Maybe I am just not “family oriented” (HA, I really am not family oriented) but wouldn’t old people want to hang out with other old people and talk about how their back’s hurt before they die? I don’t know, that is why I am never going to get old. I am going to die when I am 64. And I am going to die either hugging a panda and then it kills me, or saving a little kid from being shot in the Congo. Or something else.

This is my english project(: