HP 7

Ah, I feel like such a nerd/loser, I just pre-ordered the new Harry Potter book and took off work so I could read it

Just Add Water

Bathroom 3 days ago, bathroom today

me, Caroline, Rachel, Shannon, Shana, Amara (at Mark's party)
me, Sam
Rachel, Me, Alyssa


We (my family and I) are remodeling the bathrooms in the house. We have not had a shower for over a week now and will not have one until next week. I've been sleeping at friends' houses a bit, or just using their showers. We have a toilet thank goodness. I have become quite adept at moving around and living at of a tote bag. I have my bag constantly packed, especially my shower bag -all I need is water and then I;m set for a shower (I have shampoo, conditioner, towels, deodorant, a clean set of clothes, everything, in my shower bag).


I watched Girl From Paris tonight with my mom and sis. Liked it a lot. Not a romance in any way, but the story was nice.

1920's Party

So I have no shower in my house. My mom decided 3 weeks ago to re-model our bathroom, and so last week Blake and Kyle (kids from Lyman) were ripping out my bathroom. I have slept at the Wells', showered at the Parker's, and gone running at Cranes Roost (Cranes Roost has a public restroom I can use). Either way, the tile was put in the bathrooms today, so we're getting closer to having a functioning bathroom all the time.

English IV is a pain, but I'm getting through it; working at Rollins Day Camp is going well, though very tiring.

Tonight I went to Mark Augustine's birthday party. The 1920's theme was great, everyone got dressed up, I borrowed my sister's flapper dress. It was a tad dull because no one wanted to dance to the music because we were all Northland kids and its awkward to dance with Northland kids and Northland ppl around. Oh well. I left, drove the long way home while blaring my music, and now I am watching Pride and Prejudice while typing this. I'm soooo cool, haha.

I'll be house sitting for the Sullivans June 30-July 7, I'm both excited and scared to stay by myself in such a big house.

Little Miss Sunshine Feeling

So you know That scene in Little Miss Sunshine when Dwayne finds out he is colorblind and screams the f-word at the top of his lungs in this random, dried up retention pond and then grieves over his lost dream?

Well, I kind of feel like that. I haven't lost my chance at achieving a goal or anything (other than my entire summer's wages), but I feel like screaming as loud as I can and then sitting down at crying. I actuallly did both of those things in my car when I was driving (to the house I am babysitting at) a few minutes ago. Did I mention that the parents left 26 minutes ago and that the kid is still screaming his head off and kicking the front door?

Anywho. I worked 7 hours a day every week-day this week and then got home and did 2-3 hours of school work online, 5 days straight. I also had to help teach my art classes at camp, which is not at all my job, and had a suicidal kid in one of my classes at camp who swore like a sailor and finally got kicked out on Friday. Today I woke up 10am, thankgoodness I got to sleep in, and started my online work at noon and went until 6pm. I took 3 snack breaks, wrote 4 pages of journal entries, wrote out one discussion, took a fake SAT for SAT prep, and did a vocab exercise as well as a worksheet on how the SAT works. Then, when I looked at the clock and realized that I had one minute to get to the Sullivan's, I freaked and couldnt even find my keys.

Then, when I finally just took my mom's keys, my dad's ugly new car (which he lost $3,000 getting, bringing my family closer to bankruptcy and divorce) was behind me so I couldn't get out. He told me to be careful because he had some "stuff to the side of Elsy" (elsy is my car) and I though he meant the furniture and lawn mower to the side of my car. I found out lter that he meant his car door panel and wagon in the side yard, which is where I have to back into in order to get out of my driveway. I backed up, heard a crunch, stopped, went forward, swerved farther to the left, tried again...crunch, stop, forward, swerve more, try again, crack... I was ticked, ready to cry, tired, and worn out mentally.

I tried one more time, gave up, and just went over it because I didn't know what the heck it was and assumed it was some stupid bucket or trash can that didn't cost that much. It was only 5 minutes later that I got a call from my mom telling me that every paycheck I earn this summer will be going towards fixing my dad's stupid car that he shouldn't have bought anyway and is just too immature to deal with not having a new car every time one of his friends gets a new one. He really ticks me off. I don't even remember all of his cars. He's the one who goes and buys a new car every few months, is too cheap to buy a car that will actually work, and then complains how he doesn't like "how it drives" a few weeks later and begins to look for another car. I really hate him sometimes.

Day Camp, Take One

Started work this past Monday and man I am I tired. I wake at 7:30, leave at 8:00, and by 9am I am leading 16 second-graders to cooking class. Take cooking class back to Mills Lawn, get the cheer leading class and drop them off at 10:15, then walk to Art where there are about 14 first-graders. Go to lunch at 12:30 where I eat with about 7 fifth grade girls who have decided that they want to call me "Mac Sister" and this other random counselor "Mac Daddy" (his name is Kyle and I don't know anything else about him, nor do I really care). After lunch, pick up the 14 fifth graders for another art class (which no longer include Logan, who was sent home for good because he yelled the f-word at the camp director very loudly in the cafeteria and talked about suicide). After the second art class, I go and pick up my angels for theater, ha ha. Seriously, they are the best so far. Noah is cute lil Jewish kid and Sydney is absolutely adorable, and the rest are just so funny. They walk nicely, they don't try to make me go crazy. Kids are always forgetting their water bottles, so I bring an extra one every day that they can sip out of if they ask (sanitary? who needs germs anyway?).

Being out in the heat has made me go out and buy a pair of shorts. I only owned jeans and skirts until yesterday. Found a cute blue pair at American Eagle :-). I guess I'm a lil OCD when it comes to clothes: I wore only shorts in middle school -no jeans at all-, and only jeans in high school -I distinctly remember only wearing shorts in PE and once during exams.

Anywho, Alyssa is counselor from Brantley who I talk to at lunch and she seems pretty cool. Haven't talked to any guys really, but there are only 5, and none of them seem that great... well, they are nice, just not "maybe I would marry them someday" nice.

Oh, and did I mention that I made the mistake of helping the poor art teacher, who got pushed into the job 2 days before camp began? Yeah, I feel like I'm teaching the class more than she is half the time. I gotta get my English IV and my SAT Prep online classes finished so that I can graduate before August, ugh. Wish me luck.

Maine 07 Pics, Other Stuff

My family went to Maine May 23-30. My mom invited Paul and Sarah Henderson too. Well, she actually invited (to Maine) any teenage boy that came within a 2 mile radius of her. Not kidding. She tried to get Tyler, Vince, and Alec to come also. She just invited boys she thought were "nice". Luckily, only Paul and his twin sister agreed to come. It was fun. Regrettably, I didn't spend much time with my sister because Paul wanted to hang out with me and Sarah wanted to hang out with Mary. Paul is so incredibly metro it's almost scary.
We watched a movie every night after dinner. Paul, Sarah, Mary, my mom and I all sat around the television, enjoying some obscure foreign film that I had picked out the previous week at Blockbuster and brought with me to Maine. My dad, however, went in the bedroom and slept, read, or did something that didn't include the rest of the family. My mom thinks he excluded himself; Paul thinks my father felt excluded and so was.
Either way, when we got home, my mom and I went for a walk and she told me that the reason she was trying to go back to work was so she would have a steady, well-paying job for when she divorces my dad next summer. I can't help but wonder if she's all talk, or if she will actually do it sometime. She's been speaking of divorce for about 2 years now, but claims that, even from the 1st year of marriage, she was disappointed with my father. For instance, her car broke down a few months after they got married and he refused to come and pick her up, he told her to call someone else (she called an old boyfriend who came right away). It's sad. My mom remembers every detail of every time my father has let her down, shown how much he refuses to sacrifice for her. She will probably end up dating Phil for a while, a pastor who lives in Wisconsin that she went to high school with. She likes him, he calls her occasionally, he's in the middle of a divorce from his wife. None of that is very disturbing for me, it kind of fits in with how I know my mother and who she is. What is very troubling to me is the fact that she says "I truly think God is leading me in this direction", meaning, the direction of getting a divorce. However, Malachi 2:16 seems to say that God wouldn't do that... I tend to think that God is not as legalistic as people may be led to believe. I mean, if we were all following His will perfectly, we would all love each other perfectly, so I do not believe there would be divorce. But because we are sinful and depraved and do not do His will, we may marry someone who was not made for us. However, I do believe that God can heal anything in any way He desires. But would God use divorce as a means rather than change someone's heart? Well, what if someone refuses to let God change them? God does give us free will, He does not force us to follow Him, we can refuse to be molded by God.
Hmmm, I looked online, and there's a website that says: "God realizes, though, that since a marriage involves two sinful human beings, divorce is going to occur. In the Old Testament, He laid down some laws in order to protect the rights of divorcees, especially women (Deuteronomy 24:1-4). Jesus pointed out that these laws were given because of the hardness of people’s hearts, not because they were God’s desire (Matthew 19:8)."




Here's an e-mail I wrote to Adam last night, still haven't mentioned mom's future divorce plan:

Hello,
Hope I didn’t interrupt your night too much with my text message. I was at my bestfriend's birthday party and was just feeling kinda lonely, wanted someone to hold me, and got to wondering if there would be anyone to hold me at Asbury College this fall. You should look at UK, University of Kentucky, it’s only 20 minutes away from Asbury.
It’s kinda scary to think of going to college. I’m not gonna have anyone who really cares about me (I mean, maybe once I get to know people, but not right away). My friends here at home have started to distance themselves from me. I think it’s cus they know I’m going to leave in August, they’re not doing it on purpose, just subconsciously, but they’re doing all the same. They don’t call me and are doing other things when I want to hang out. It’s not all in my head, I’ve had two of my friends’ parents tell me they noticed their kids had stopped hanging out with me and talking about me since I announced I was leaving.
So you know on Friends, when Phoebe makes that pact with a guy that if neither of them are married by the time their 30, they will marry each other? Haha, promise me you’ll do that for me =P. Seriously Adam, your answer to my text message was possibly one of the best text messages I have ever received.
Thanks for listening to me,
Love,
Amy