This is the first bit of free time I've had in a week

School started. I am so busy this is literally the first time I've even been able to blog. School is okay, it's school. Kind of boring, but alright. I am so glad I chose to take biology instead of normal science, it is so awesome! The very first day of class Mr.E brought out crayfish and we like picked them up and played with them and like observed their behavior. English is different than I am used to, but not bad or anything. History is pretty much the same, same with math and Latin.

What sucks is that every Wednesday and Friday I have to stay at school all day long. On Wednesdays I have to stay until 9 and on Fridays I have to stay until 11 or so, and then have to wake up un-godly early for a meet. Busy busy busy. I despise cross country and band so much. I want nothing more than to quit, but I am unfortunately not allowed.

Yesterday I had to go to a baseball game to play the national anthem with the band. I was not looking forward to this because I despise baseball. But I actually had alot of fun, I didn't watch any of the game, I don't even know who won. But I became better friends with some really cool people, had an awesome conversation with someone who I relate to really well.

My meet went well. I am as I have said before not the best on our team so compared to everyone else I sucked, but personally my time was good. I passed alot of people and didn't get passed, I wasn't last by a long shot, so I was happy enough. The girls team got second place and the guys team got first. It was cool to stand up and have our picture taken as a winning team, a new feeling for me.

But I will try to talk about more later, I have to do homework, grrr
bye

Alas summer is almost over

Today is my last day of summer. That is the ultimate mood killer.

But today I went to the high school to find all my classes and try to open my locker. List of good news. 1. I know where all my classes are, and they are not horribly far apart or hard to get to or anything. 2. The teachers I've met so far seem pretty nice, no notorious evil teachers everyone hates. 3. I am not nervous or anything for high school, I practically was in high school the last few weeks of 8th grade.

But, alas, there is always a dark side. I got the one locker that nobody can open. I literally had 3 teachers try and help me and nothing worked. It is utterly broken. The custodians are going to try to fix it tonight before school but I don't have high hopes. Plus there were not enough lockers in the freshman hallway so I am in the junior hallway. Scary place to be.

And ironically last night, my last night of summer, I went to see 500 days of summer. It was hilarious at parts, and really really sad at others. It was a very good movie I recommend it to anyone who wants to see it. I loved the main character, he was awesome, and it just made me smile when I realized he was Cameron from 10 things I hate about you (one of my favorite movies of all time) Also he was exactly like my uncle. He dressed the same, acted the same, had the same mannerisms and quirks. I just hope that my uncle (going into his freshman year of college) doesn't have what happened to Tom happen to him.

Also you may have noticed in the second paragraph of this post I used the word alas. I did that a few days ago and was made fun of by all surrounding persons. Alas is an unusual word but I personally like it. It should be used in casual conversation. So alas alas alas. Just try and stop me.

But this is going to be a reasonably short post because I want to get all my goofing off and being dumb over with before school starts again.
Alas, I must depart.
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I really, really, really don't want to go back to school

I have gotten some good news lately about what I mentioned at the end of my previous blog, but I am still being cautious, if I get my hopes up even more and get crushed I don't know what I'll do.

But I am going to start high-school in 2 days. I will be a freshman, Firstly thank you to Hayleyghoover for her lovely videos directed at freshmen and her high-school video. If you haven't seen them you should fix that. Also thank you to Jamie Vannaman, one of my best friends who told me she is the number one fan of this blog. Thank you Jamie you rock!

But during my 8th grade year I took classes at the high school so I know what it is like. It is not some big scary mysterious thing. It is not a scary unknown. Mostly though I just am not looking forward to going back to school. I love the freedom of summer, I love the relaxation. But when school starts my schedule is going to be insane. On Wednesdays I have to stay at the school until 8 at night because of band and cross country. No more relaxing to say the least.

I just don't want this summer to end. Some people are excited to go back to school, I am not one of them. Yeah it is fun to see your friends but the tedium of sitting in class all day drives me insane. When I complain about going back to school people who aren't my best friends are surprised, they expect Emiko the geeks Asian to love going back to school. But newsflash guys; just because you are good at something does not necessarily mean you like it.

But I am sure I will have a lot to write about when school rolls along. But having tons of things to write about and having time to write about them are two very different things. Because right now my life is reasonably boring, so I have a ton of time to write about stuff. But there is no stuff to write about. When school starts this trend will probably flip. I don't know if this means to expect more blog posts or less... but we will jump over that hurdle when we come to it. (Oh crap did I really just use a track metaphor?!)

I am using track references in everyday life, I must be going insane, I'm ending this post now...
Bye :-)

Cross country camp

I am back from cross country camp, and yes, I lived, and yes, I am as surprised as you are. But even more shocking was the fact that I actually had a lot of fun. It was a lot better than band camp, we had a lot more free time.

But, I am going to start describing the not-fun part. I hope anyone who reads my blog would know that the thing that I hate most is running. And it adds insult to injury that I am the worst on the team, a.k.a always freaking last. I didn't want to get up at 6 every morning and run 6 miles. It was not pleasant.

But then, we had the whole day to ourselves just to goof off and be around each other. I made a few new friends, I got closer with old ones, and just had fun being around people for a change. The cross country team is made up of the greatest people, they are all really nice and really cool. I hate running, but being on the team is worth it.

Some of the highlights of the trip include: The night walk, the Michel Jackson dance, the frozen t-shirt contest, and so much more. On the night walk the whole girl's team went out of the camp onto the roads that cut through the endless sea of cornfields around the camp. we laid down in the middle of the road and looked at the stars, and we all just kind of talked about the team, our goals, and we just chilled. (Because the camp is in east-Jesus nowhere there was no danger of being run over. I mean come on who wants to take a pleasure cruise down a road that leads to nowhere at night with corn everywhere?) It was a cool moment.

Also the girls team made up a dance for the talent show. In light of the King of pops death we decided to do a M.J. dance. We made a mix of some of him most famous songs and we took some of his best dance moves and made a dance that totally rocked. Tanya is a M.K. goddess I tell you, she can do his moves better than he can, and she taught us all how to make it look super cool.

Then there were tons of other activities and things that were a ton of fun, but you get the just of it. Also I wanted to ask about something. I know nobody reads this but I am asking for advice anyway. Is it bad to get your hopes up about something? I want something to happen, to finally work out. But i know if it doesn't work I am just going to be let down all the harder, do I hope or do I try to forget?

Anyway I am going to go eat, bye

Shaving Cream and Iowa

It seems like forever since I have blogged, I was gone for a while, Iowa, and band camp and so forth. But because I have no readers I know I was not missed.

But, to my intense surprise, I had fun, at band camp... Well actually the majority of the time there sucked, but the time not spent marching or playing made up for the approximately 8 hours a day spent in boredom.

Squad Olympics were really fun, Maggie and I did awesome at the 3-legged race. But the best part came after that, the legendary shaving cream fight. First off the seniors decorated all the freshman with shaving cream (us 3 freshman alto sax players were made into, what else, a saxophone) Then all hell broke loose. Everyone attacked each other with shaving cream. Lots of running, screaming, laughing, falling, and lots and lots of mess. By the end of it all we all had a coating of shaving cream an inch thick on us from head to toe. No joke. No one was even semi-recognizable, we looked like puffy ghosts. It was the most fun I've had in a very long time.

And because I am not recording these events in the order they happened I will go right along to the other fun nights of band camp. Skit night was great, the seniors did the greatest skit ever, I laughed and laughed and laughed. I am not going to describe it because I cannot capture it's hilarity in the perfect way it was portrayed.

Then, how can I forget, there was the band dance. Much different than any middle school dance I've ever been too let me tell you that. It was rather awkward because I am not social and not a very good dancer, but with friend's encouragement I did dance with a few people. I even had my very first slow dance (!)

Iowa was half-fun. I had a blast in Iowa city, I really, really like college towns, and because they both went there my parents gave me the insiders tour of the University of Iowa. And visiting my family after that... well I lived. But anywho I must go and watch 70s show, I am a fanatic
Farewell