Sweet. Evil. Jesus.
Why the hell do I bother.
I suck at keeping journals.
Okay, so how does this go again? It's been so long since I last made any kind of journal entry that I've forgotten how to do them.
Daaaaa~AMN. Isn't that a bad sign or something? Y'know, that I can't talk about stuff and that I have communication problems? Er...Whatever. If I have problems with my communication skills then that's not my problem. But it is.
Jesu Christe. I've got issues.
Anyways, about what I've been up to.
Not a whole lot, actually. It's been a couple of months, so by all rights there should be a lot to say. I suppose I could go into detail, though.
Okay. Last entry was, what, February?
Okay. Don't remember February.
March? What?
April? Um... My dad's birthday was on the 14th.
May? Uh... I think I might've missed something.
Erm. Well, I went to Canada sometime in between February and May. With Chamber Choir. Aaaaawesome trip. Freezing balls, though. Can't imagine what it's like in winter. Brrrr... Anyways, we sang a lot. A LOT. Like, a ton. In a lot of churches. My god, does Quebec have beautiful churches or does Quebec have beautiful churches!? Awesome place. And don't even get me started on the maple butter. Oh goooodddd. In the words of one of my now graduated choir buddies, 'orgasmic'. We went lots of places in the bus. Lots and lots of fun. I'm gonna miss all the people that graduated. Of course, about half the class graduated, so... Uck. Gonna be in Chamber again next year. Tenor again, of course. Enn's gonna be there too. Yay.
Did something happen in May? Erm. I know that Enn went on her tour trip. Or did she? I think I took the AP Euro test. Erm... Was that May? Must've been. It certainly wasn't April or June, so it was May. Cool. Damn. Got the results back from that. All I want to say is: Damn. Oh well. I hated that class anyways. Why did I put up with it again? God, who knows.
Is that all for May?
I think so.
Uh... June. Right.
School ended. (Alleluia Deus!) Erm... And then I started right back up again. (Salva me!) Lessee here... I was taking Intro to Business, and Psych in Modern Life. The psych class ends next Wednesday though. Yay. So, I was taking just those for a while. Key words being 'just' and 'while'. Then I started taking Mandarin. (Libera me de ore leonis!) Oops. Wrong language. But y'know, bible texts really don't have the same ring in chinese as they do in latin. Gonna learn that one some day. Latin, I mean. So. I got a private tutor for Chinese now. She's pushing me waaaaay too fast but my pride is like, 'Grin and bear it, assface.'
And thus, we are led into July.
Have I yet said that I'm doing the summer season with the SF chorus? Well, I am. Concerts are the 18 and 19 at, um, 8 pm, I think. Anyone who knows me knows my phone number. Oh, and the concerts are at Davies hall in SFO. Ja. We're doing Carmina Burana (yay!) and some weirdass piece that sounds like crap (nooo!). Erm. Uh, July. Right. Uh.
Okay, here's where the going gets dangerous. Never let it be said that I'm eloquent in the matters of the heart.
Okay, so there's this guy. I won't say who it is, so don't bother wondering. So there's this guy. I think I'm interested, and I think he's interested too. Okay, Ash, get to the problem. Problem: I'm just a tad skittish about the whole relationship thing. Y'see, he's a nice guy. A looker, too. He could do waaaaay better than me. Waaaaaaaaay better. But I'm the only female who ever associates with him on a regular basis. (Besides his mom, idiots.) So. There's the problem. Solution? Don't ask me. I'm the skittish one, remember? I think I'll let that one stew for a while and move onto other subjects. Erm... Am I done for July? I think so. Oh. Angela invited me to spend the 4th with her and her family. Come to think of it, her birthday party is this weekend. Hot Damn. Gotta get a present. Anyways. She informed me, like, the day of. Not a good idea. So I gave her a suggestion. EARLY WARNING. She first called me about her birthday party about 3 weeks ago. (Or something. Don't expect me to be able to remember that far back) Aparently, even Michelle can go, and her mom usually needs loooots of warning time. Prudish woman. No offense, Michelle, by the way. So I'm going. Hot Damn. Anyways. I think that's all for July.
August. Sweet Mozart, it's only the 4th! And so much shit's already happened. That guy I was talking about should've gotten back from this thing he was doing, but I haven't chalked up the guts to talk to him yet. Yes, I am a coward. Go ahead and throw your rotten fruit.
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Done? Not yet? Okay.
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Done? You're sure? All right, if you say so.
I keep hoping that he'll be on AIM so that I know for sure that he's home, but he's not coming online, the stupid fart.
In the meanwhile...
Just today I went to the check-up thingy that I'm supposed to go to before getting my wisdom teeth pulled. Got a new X-ray of my jaw, too. My god, do I have a masculine jaw or what. I swear, if I didn't have so much flab on my face and neck, I'd have the facial structure of a guy. Jeeezus. Anyways, it didn't look good. My bottom two are crowding my bottom teeth, as they're coming up at, like a 45 degree angle. The doc's gonna hafta drill those teeth into a couple of pieces in order to get those ones out. The top two are... oh god. The X-ray showed that they're practically on top of my back molars. I'm gonna be out for a loooong time. But I'm probably not getting them pulled until about a week into the school year, maybe two. Y'see, my mom initially scheduled them to be pulled 8-11. And that date's just fine. Hunky Dory. NOT. Got a surprise today. Apparently I was actually scheduled for 8-18. And for anyone that was paying attention about 15 minutes back, that's the day of the first concert. Can anyone spell 'NO WAY'? HA! I'd sooner shoot myself! No way in HELL am I missing those concerts! Come Hell or High Water, I WILL be there! I missed the Mozart concert, but I am NOT missing this one. So, obviously, the thing has to be rescheduled. We're looking at about the end of the second week of school. Holy Hell. Hope I get better fast.
On a lighter note, my dad has been wrenching my sanity with a couple of jokes. First, was a new book. Er... Actually, it was more of a library. In fact, it's called the "Library Shakespeare". Funny, huh. I'd read it, but I need him to get a "Dictionary Shakespeare" for me so that I can understand what the hell everyone's saying. Jeeeezus. The next bit of sanity wrenching humor is a result of my own gullibility. Did you know that the word gullible appears three hundered times in the dictionary? Yeah. So, after my dentist check-up thing, I was hungry and felt like having a burger, sans mystery-meat. So my dad suggested having a chuck burger. Naturally curious, (I am a female, after all), I asked what this 'chuck' was. He told me it was woodchuck. And like a common fool, I fell for it. God Dammit! He had me hook, line, and sinker. I believed him. Totally. Dammit! Actually chuck is a cut of beef, or something to that effect. Everyone! Learn from my foolishness and DON'T GET CAUGHT in that one.
Jeezus.
Well, that's pretty much it, for now.
'Till next time.
Ash