Yes, this whole week is named Turkey Week, because all week I have eaten turkey. Even before Thanksgiving, the school served turkey.
As I stated in my last blog, this week has been near perfect. Friday I hung out with my family, Saturday I cleaned, Sunday I cleaned and relaxed. On Monday I hung out with my grandma, Tuesday I went shopping, Wednesday I relaxed and knit and saw my other grandparents. On Thursday I knit and ate turkey, Friday I went shopping, and Saturday was my brother's Eagle ceremony. This week was great besides the massive headache I have had all week and the fact I have been sleeping on the couch. Too bad this week even has to end. Today I have to devote the day to doing homework and returning the things my dad bought on Friday morning that he found out that he does not need. I hope everybody else's week was as great as mine.
Talk Later,
Catt
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Relaxing
This week so far has been like a dream, except for all the homework, that really does suck. BTW: If anyone knows about the book Ethan Frome please let me know. All I have done for the past couple of days if relax, but now I need to go do homework!!
Talk Later,
Catt
Talk Later,
Catt
Friday, November 16, 2007
Let Me Borrow That Top - Betch
This did cheer me up. It is so funny.
A link to the website is right here.
A link to the website is right here.
Best Week Ever...NOT
It's official, today was one of the worst weeks of my life. It was even worse than when I found out about what that-guy-who-shant-be-named was doing behind my back with that other girl. Long story short, he hit on me, I was like "cool" and then he was like "yeah I got a girlfriend, but I'm pretending like you don't know about her", and then I was like "no way you piece of #$%@!!!" and then he got into a fight and was sent to live with his sister and then his best friend was like "he broke up with his girlfriend for you and he got in a fight over you ...blah blah blah" that was one of the worst weeks in my life. It really took place over a couple of months, but that last week was the one of the worst because I felt so guilty getting him in trouble. He was already in some trouble with the school and his dad and getting in that fight was the last straw. I was told that he was really mad because I rejected him even after he broke up with his girlfriend. He just got so mad that when Jorge said some mean remark to him about him being stupid, that-guy-who-shant-be-named punched Jorge in the face. (That was more like the valley girl version, the LONG valley girl version).
Okay, that story is not relevent, just some back story for anyone who reads this blog. Does anyone read this blog..... I didn't think so. Anyways, this week was the worst. I was brought to tears at least twice. A couple of other times I had to hold those tears back. It was just a horrible week. And tonight I have to go to Gatti Town in Frisco for my little sister's soccer party. A soccer party for 6-year-olds. At least I have no school next week.
Talk Later,
Catt
Monday, November 12, 2007
Probably the Worst Day EVER!
Just like the title says, for me, today was probably the worst day ever. First, I could barely stay awake during first period. I almost fell asleep on my keyboard many of times, which probably constituted to the fact that I under nothing of what we did in class.
Then during 2nd period we took a quiz. I o the topic (momentum and impulse) like the back of my hand. I was ready to take it on Friday like we were going to until the teacher changed his mind. Anyways, I studied all weekend for the make-up test I had to take today (more info later) and I used the wrong formulas on the quiz. I made a 30, and I can't change that grade by retaking the quiz. I can't believe I made such a stupid mistake. My brother was the one who graded my paper and told me I had everything set up right, I just didn't' factor in time, which caused some major problems.
On the bright side, I didn't have English today and I won't see my English teacher on Wednesday.
During fourth period, my teacher went around to collect papers, and Santana and I were the only ones who did our homework. She chewed out the whole class and I felt so small. Even though I did my homework, I still felt like I was the one being screamed at. It is just a horrible feeling.
I got up from my desk at the end of 4th period to go take my re-take after school and I felt something wet on my legs. My "Aunt Flo" had come for a visit starting a few days ago and she leaked down my leg. I must have sat funny because her "bed" was empty. Luckily, I wore a tunic today to school. Once I got up stairs, the best friend a girl could ever have lent me her jacket to wear around my waist until I got home. Then I went to go take my test with an obnoxious yellow jacket tied around my hips. And you are never going to guess who I ran into... the guy I have had a crush on for quite some time. I must have looked so stupid. At this point I was almost in tears. Thank goodness I was staying after school to take that test though, because if I didn't, my brother's friend would of have to given me a ride home and seen me at my lowest point of the whole school year. This guy and I are friends I guess. We make small talk and he volunteered to give me a ride home from school, and he will help me if I really need something, but we don't hang out on the weekends or discuss what is really going on in our lives. It would be awful if he saw me all "Aunt Flo" like. It was bad enough that my crush saw, but don't see him everyday.
Anyways, I went to go take my test and the teacher had forgotten I was coming in even though I had told him on Friday and he asked me during class and I told him I was coming in today after school. So I had to wait 20 minutes while he made a test for me. That test was almost an insult. I was easy enough for a monkey to pass. There were only two I couldn't do because he had forgotten distance on one of them and the other one, I just really had no idea what to do.
Since my teacher had forgotten about me, he gave me my test and two large pieces of poster board with all the equations on them and sent me to Credit Recovery. CR is for people who have missed too much school or kids who have nothing better to do than hang out in a computer lab with a teacher who doesn't care. I had to try to take my test with the two kids in front of me flirting... in Spanish nevertheless, the teacher talking on her cell phone and one girl who had turned the sound on high on her computer. I barely kept my sanity.
After the test, I had to go to my locker to pick up a couple of books, and my phone bumped against something. When I was walking down the stairs, I noticed my phone was calling someone. The caller i.d. said Emergency Call. My phone had dialed 911!! I hung up hoping that no one had answered the phone yet, but I was out of luck. The lady called back, asked who I was, and if there was an emergency. I had to explain to her what happened and she still didn't believe me. She asked me twice if I was all right. I was so embarrassed.
On the ride home from school I was almost in tears, but if Ii would of cried my brother would of freaked out and might of wreaked, since he was driving. Somehow I kept my cool. When I got home, mom asked me how my day went and I told her that it was horrible and all about the quiz, then I went to go change. I couldn't stop crying. After I had cried for a good three minutes and collected myself, I went downstairs to put my clothes (and Yasmin's jacket) in the wash. I told my mom about the "Aunt Flo Accident" and she just told me that I need to be better prepared and that it was all my fault. I ALREADY know that, but she just needed to rub it in. She couldn't stop what she was doing for two seconds to give me a hug of say something positive. And she wonders why I never tell her anything.
In a nutshell (really, this is the condensed version) that was probably the worst day ever. And the worst part was that when I got up this morning I thought that today was going to be a great day. My jeans fit, even with my bloating, and my make-up was perfect. In fact, my make-up stayed near-perfect all day long. Even through the crying my make-up stayed put. That was the only big sunny side of my day. Perfect make-up. How pathetic and shallow am !?
Talk Later,
Catt
sorry about the lenght - I got kind of carried away in places
Then during 2nd period we took a quiz. I o the topic (momentum and impulse) like the back of my hand. I was ready to take it on Friday like we were going to until the teacher changed his mind. Anyways, I studied all weekend for the make-up test I had to take today (more info later) and I used the wrong formulas on the quiz. I made a 30, and I can't change that grade by retaking the quiz. I can't believe I made such a stupid mistake. My brother was the one who graded my paper and told me I had everything set up right, I just didn't' factor in time, which caused some major problems.
On the bright side, I didn't have English today and I won't see my English teacher on Wednesday.
During fourth period, my teacher went around to collect papers, and Santana and I were the only ones who did our homework. She chewed out the whole class and I felt so small. Even though I did my homework, I still felt like I was the one being screamed at. It is just a horrible feeling.
I got up from my desk at the end of 4th period to go take my re-take after school and I felt something wet on my legs. My "Aunt Flo" had come for a visit starting a few days ago and she leaked down my leg. I must have sat funny because her "bed" was empty. Luckily, I wore a tunic today to school. Once I got up stairs, the best friend a girl could ever have lent me her jacket to wear around my waist until I got home. Then I went to go take my test with an obnoxious yellow jacket tied around my hips. And you are never going to guess who I ran into... the guy I have had a crush on for quite some time. I must have looked so stupid. At this point I was almost in tears. Thank goodness I was staying after school to take that test though, because if I didn't, my brother's friend would of have to given me a ride home and seen me at my lowest point of the whole school year. This guy and I are friends I guess. We make small talk and he volunteered to give me a ride home from school, and he will help me if I really need something, but we don't hang out on the weekends or discuss what is really going on in our lives. It would be awful if he saw me all "Aunt Flo" like. It was bad enough that my crush saw, but don't see him everyday.
Anyways, I went to go take my test and the teacher had forgotten I was coming in even though I had told him on Friday and he asked me during class and I told him I was coming in today after school. So I had to wait 20 minutes while he made a test for me. That test was almost an insult. I was easy enough for a monkey to pass. There were only two I couldn't do because he had forgotten distance on one of them and the other one, I just really had no idea what to do.
Since my teacher had forgotten about me, he gave me my test and two large pieces of poster board with all the equations on them and sent me to Credit Recovery. CR is for people who have missed too much school or kids who have nothing better to do than hang out in a computer lab with a teacher who doesn't care. I had to try to take my test with the two kids in front of me flirting... in Spanish nevertheless, the teacher talking on her cell phone and one girl who had turned the sound on high on her computer. I barely kept my sanity.
After the test, I had to go to my locker to pick up a couple of books, and my phone bumped against something. When I was walking down the stairs, I noticed my phone was calling someone. The caller i.d. said Emergency Call. My phone had dialed 911!! I hung up hoping that no one had answered the phone yet, but I was out of luck. The lady called back, asked who I was, and if there was an emergency. I had to explain to her what happened and she still didn't believe me. She asked me twice if I was all right. I was so embarrassed.
On the ride home from school I was almost in tears, but if Ii would of cried my brother would of freaked out and might of wreaked, since he was driving. Somehow I kept my cool. When I got home, mom asked me how my day went and I told her that it was horrible and all about the quiz, then I went to go change. I couldn't stop crying. After I had cried for a good three minutes and collected myself, I went downstairs to put my clothes (and Yasmin's jacket) in the wash. I told my mom about the "Aunt Flo Accident" and she just told me that I need to be better prepared and that it was all my fault. I ALREADY know that, but she just needed to rub it in. She couldn't stop what she was doing for two seconds to give me a hug of say something positive. And she wonders why I never tell her anything.
In a nutshell (really, this is the condensed version) that was probably the worst day ever. And the worst part was that when I got up this morning I thought that today was going to be a great day. My jeans fit, even with my bloating, and my make-up was perfect. In fact, my make-up stayed near-perfect all day long. Even through the crying my make-up stayed put. That was the only big sunny side of my day. Perfect make-up. How pathetic and shallow am !?
Talk Later,
Catt
sorry about the lenght - I got kind of carried away in places
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Hmmm...
Yes, I did get everything done that I needed to on Tuesday, just not too well. I made a 60 on my Physics test - which I am retaking on Monday afternoon - , a 85 on my History test - but I used some old extra credit points to bring it up to a 90 -, and I made a 87 on my Spanish test.
Friday night was the last game of the season against Boyd. Boyd won. The score was something like 48-24. I was bad. The worst part was that it was my brother's last time ever playing football on an organized team like this. He didn't even want to leave the field. When the game was over I saw the biggest guy on the team come up to the bottom of the stands to talk to someone and he was crying. Tears were streaming down his face. He was trying to smile, but it was a fake "I'm trying to make this a happy moment" type of smile.
Since the lake was flooded this summer, our city didn't have a fireworks show (the fireworks are shot off from an island that was under water and there was no "beach" for people to sit on and watch the fireworks). So instead of a 4th of July fireworks show, TC had a veteran's day fireworks show. Tonight was also my brother's friend's birthday party. My brother has hung around with these same friends since middle school, and all of our families are really tight. Anytime anyone had a party, everybody goes. Anyways, it was his 18th birthday party, his real birthday is on the 14th, and my whole family went. This family just built a new house right on the lake, so we watched the fireworks from the balcony. The view was perfect. Then Jenna, Nick, Shannon, Mary and I (plus Elizabeth, but she is only 5 and really didn't do anything) played ping-pong while the guys did who-knows-what. We ate dinner, did cake and presents, and then the guys went outside, while us little brother and sisters went upstairs and danced to club music that KissFm was playing. We had such a good time. Nick really didn't dance, but kind of slept for most of the time. He is not really one for dancing. Jenna, Shannon and I just danced. None of us really have any skills, so we tried to white-girl dance. It was really bad. It was nothing dirty, just stupid looking. Then Nick called this person who had sent me this text that read "Keep running from me". The number that texted me is (972)-464-6661. I live in the 972 area. The person who answered sounded weird so I made Nick hang up before he said anything else. The guys downstairs were doing some pretty funny stuff. They were fake fighting, but one of the guys makes these really real sounding fight sounds. Then one guy gave some of the other guys back rubs. They formed a back rubbing train. That same guy also sat down next to some other guy and just starting holding and caressing his hand. It was pretty funny, or maybe you just had to be there.
Talk Later,
Catt
Friday night was the last game of the season against Boyd. Boyd won. The score was something like 48-24. I was bad. The worst part was that it was my brother's last time ever playing football on an organized team like this. He didn't even want to leave the field. When the game was over I saw the biggest guy on the team come up to the bottom of the stands to talk to someone and he was crying. Tears were streaming down his face. He was trying to smile, but it was a fake "I'm trying to make this a happy moment" type of smile.
Since the lake was flooded this summer, our city didn't have a fireworks show (the fireworks are shot off from an island that was under water and there was no "beach" for people to sit on and watch the fireworks). So instead of a 4th of July fireworks show, TC had a veteran's day fireworks show. Tonight was also my brother's friend's birthday party. My brother has hung around with these same friends since middle school, and all of our families are really tight. Anytime anyone had a party, everybody goes. Anyways, it was his 18th birthday party, his real birthday is on the 14th, and my whole family went. This family just built a new house right on the lake, so we watched the fireworks from the balcony. The view was perfect. Then Jenna, Nick, Shannon, Mary and I (plus Elizabeth, but she is only 5 and really didn't do anything) played ping-pong while the guys did who-knows-what. We ate dinner, did cake and presents, and then the guys went outside, while us little brother and sisters went upstairs and danced to club music that KissFm was playing. We had such a good time. Nick really didn't dance, but kind of slept for most of the time. He is not really one for dancing. Jenna, Shannon and I just danced. None of us really have any skills, so we tried to white-girl dance. It was really bad. It was nothing dirty, just stupid looking. Then Nick called this person who had sent me this text that read "Keep running from me". The number that texted me is (972)-464-6661. I live in the 972 area. The person who answered sounded weird so I made Nick hang up before he said anything else. The guys downstairs were doing some pretty funny stuff. They were fake fighting, but one of the guys makes these really real sounding fight sounds. Then one guy gave some of the other guys back rubs. They formed a back rubbing train. That same guy also sat down next to some other guy and just starting holding and caressing his hand. It was pretty funny, or maybe you just had to be there.
Talk Later,
Catt
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
So...Much...To...Do...
The past couple of days have been insane. I have had tons of homework and I have three test tomorrow. Our band (including my best friend) are in San Antonio for the state marching band competition. Senior night was on Friday and we won in the last ten seconds -thanks Jason- again!!! The pep rally was amazing. The senior footballs players danced to "Crank dat" by that Soldier Boy guy (that is totally not he spells his name). On top of all this I am working on my brother's Eagle ceremony. I have so much to do, but so little time. (isn't that always the case!)
Talk Later,
Catt
I really shouldn't be writing since I have so much to do, but everyone needs a break. (According to my dad, people who take breaks are "losers". He says this whenever my brother takes a break from homework or scholarships.)
Talk Later,
Catt
I really shouldn't be writing since I have so much to do, but everyone needs a break. (According to my dad, people who take breaks are "losers". He says this whenever my brother takes a break from homework or scholarships.)
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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