Someone HAS to get me the two Glee music CD's. I spend all my time on Youtube listening to the whole playlist and singing at the top of my lungs. And since I totally sound better in the bathroom, and I can't take the laptop in there, I kinda want it on my 'pod. She works hard, ever day of her life... Somebody toooooo looooooove!
Yeah, nutcase much?
Okay, I missed a couple days of blogging D: too busy with party-ish stuff, you know? Let's look at the highlights.
Friday:
OLYMPICS :D. Opening ceremony was okay, but since I'm that spontaneous person that is easily impressed by loud noises and bright colors that move fast, I thought the Beijing one was cooler. But this one was nice and soothing and I liked it that all the nations' names were said in French first so I could repeat it like some monkey hear, monkey say. It went on pretty long, until like 12 am or so. The sad thing was, this Olympian from Georgia (with a name I cannot pronounce, much less spell) totally died in the morning during luge practice. The video was shocking-- he rounded the last corner at breakneck speeds (145 kmph, or 95 something mph) and he flew out of the sled as it hit the wall, and he flew over the padded wall and straight into the unprotected steel beams. All the doctors and all the EMT's couldn't pull the guy back to life again (sorry, was thinking Humpty Dumpty). I also made the best brownies ever (they were from the awesome Ghirardelli mixes) and they are soooooooooo goooood. Mmmmmmmm...
Saturday: Went RANCHO RUNNIN' with Paigie, Vickie Dickie Dum Dum, and Selina Darlin'. We were only going to do 4 miles, as DK suggested, but then we went on this endless trail that just kept going up 'n up 'n up 'n up (yeah, obviously didn't run the whole thing). Plus, the uphill trails were muddy and slushy and horse-shitty. When we finally reached the ridge that would lead back down, it had been one and a half hours (we started at 10:30 am) and me and Paigie broke out with an NSYNC duet. Then we coasted the whole way down, and I totally beat Vickie and Selina to the opening (THE RACE ENDS HERE). Awesome. Then her dad took us to Ciceros for pizza. We ordered like, two larges and finished them in twenty minutes [ravenous]. It was okay because all that running had created NEGATIVE CALORIES. We were just getting some back. Then I went home, showed Vickie my dangerous shoes, showered and pretended to nap while secretly reading She Went All the Way by Meg Cabot. I really love Meg's stuff. She only tried the "girl needs to be popular, girl becomes popular and gets jock pop bf, girl realizes she loves old best guy friend, girl knows that popularity isn't everything" once, and it was in a pretty innovative way, to. I am SICK and TIREd of those stories. Authors also tend to mess school systems up, saying that their little valedictorian seniors who were super smart had GEOMETRY. Or CALCULUS. They get the physics part right, at least. Had Chinese New Years party at uncle's, went home and slept.
Today: HELLA SORE. Spent the morning cleaning the house up for tonight, realized I had choir which would take up a whole chunk of my time, walked like a gangsta or a cowboy cuz of the soreness. Augh, still can't squat. Blah blah, went to choir, came home to Huo Guo (Hotpot sounds nasty) party, ate, played Brawl and Kart with Andy and David and Sheray, now this. Oh, and lovely Glee. (It's my liiiife, it's now or neverrr, I AIN'T GONNA LIVE FOREVERRRR)
Ow, I cracked me pore back (bad attempt at Irish accent?).
How wuz yore week'nd's?
What I'm Reading: Terribly Twisted Tales by A Variety of Authors What I'm listening to: GLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE How I'm feeling: Sore, and wishing Meg Cabot stories came true (being shot at by guys on snowmobiles, anyone?)