Me and My Stage Fright Problems.

Today, I was sitting against a wall at school with Tessa and Grace, eating lunch as happily as a girl eating Americanized Chinese food who had finished her UCLA math test only the period before could. I thought my lecturing days were over for the year. 

See, every high schooler has to lector for school Masses held on Tuesdays and sometimes Fridays at least once. I had already done it this year (a terrifying experience) and I thought I was in the clear. 

But seeing as this is me we're talking about, and my luck tends to be exceptionally bad, I was wrong. 

Naturally. 

A teacher came up to me while I was eating and said, "I need some lectors." 

I'm lecturing tomorrow at Mass. 

...

WHHYYYYYYYY. 

The first time I lectured, it didn't go well. I started shaking and couldn't breathe and almost collapsed multiple times. Yes, my school is fairly small, so it's not like I'm lecturing to hundreds and hundreds of people. But I am lecturing to about 150 people. How will I survive?? I wont!! 

Remember my stage fright episode on Medieval Day? 

WELL THIS IS EVEN WORSE BECAUSE IT'S MASS AND IF I SCREW THIS UP ITS A WAY BIGGER DEAL BECAUSE IT'S GOD AND THIS IS A SCARED SACRIFICE WE'RE PARTICIPATING IN SO I CAN'T EXACTLY SCREW THIS UP!!!!!! 

Okay, it's actually not so big of a deal if I mess up a little, but still, I'M SCARED. 

I wonder if I ever hurt my readers heads with all the caps I use... 

I am so nervous, I always do horribly at these things!! 

But I digress. 

Lately, I've come to realize how important dance is to me. Dance and writing are my two passions (hence the name Quills and Curtsies). I've been dancing for about twelve years now, which is slightly mind-blowing if you think about it. I've done everything from tap to ballet (lots of ballet...), contemporary to aerial, ballroom to swing. It's kind of a part of me now, and it's so hard to let it go. 

I'm taking a break from dance for about two months. Mainly because in May I have mid-terms and my huge science final and confirmation... etc. And then in the first month of Summer, we're going to be traveling a lot; Northern CA, Massachusetts, Maine, and possibly New York... We're kind of doing a big trip to the East Coast to visit family and also to see a Red Sox game, of course. 

I'm kind of nervous for my break. Mostly because I'm worried I wont be able to keep my strength and flexibility up. I try to stretch at home, but I tend to forget...

I really want Summer to come. 

After this week, I have two weeks left of school before mid-terms. Not a typo; two. Two weeks. 

Wasn't it only yesterday I was complaining about school starting? Where did the time go?? I'm slightly freaking out because Tessa and I need to finish up this science final ASAP. We might be presenting to the board of the school!! 

Another thing to add to my stress pile. 

When Summer comes around, I wont be this stressed out; trust me. I can't wait to see Maddie in the Summer! 

Alright, it's super hot all of a sudden, so I'm going to have some ice cream because it's too hot for tea. How sad is that. 

--Abby, who isn't good at wrapping up posts. 

Little Boy

Last night, my school was invited to a private, school-only premier of the new movie Little Boy. You may or may not have seen the trailer if you went to see Cinderella. Anyways, I wasn't planning on going, but Em and Grace convinced me. I had a heck of a time getting a last-minute reservation, but it was so worth it. 

Grace and I got a ride with Em, but beforehand, we went to Goodwill to look for dresses to wear for a school dance tomorrow. I found nothing. Nothing. The good news is, I have a dress I can wear in my closet, so that worked out. I didn't have to spend any money, at least. 
Well actually I did. We also went to a little cafe across the street from Goodwill, where I got the most amazing chai latte ever! 

But, okay, the movie. 

It was such a beautiful story, words don't even begin to describe. By the end, Hannah, Em, and I were all crying. And I NEVER cry in movies! With the exception of The Passion... Grace and a few others sitting with us thought we were crazy and kept saying, "It's a movie!" 
NO. IT'S NOT. 
KIND OF. 

This movie showed such powerful love a little boy can have for his father. It showed us the world from an eight-year-old's eyes. The movie was much more sad than I thought it would be, but I loved it all the same. 
AND WHEN HE GIVES HIS DAD THE BOOTS!! I CRIED IT WAS SO SAD AND BEAUTIFUL AND UGH I WAS A MESS. 

David Henrie's character ticked me off though. It was annoying because I've actually met David Henrie and he's a super nice guy and he's Catholic or Christian (can't remember which). So it was weird and aggravating to see him drinking and getting arrested and holding a gun to poor Hashimoto. Like, okay, no. 

The scenes that showed the war... and when the dad gets shot... Ugh, I was a mess. War is horrible, and this movie portrayed that perfectly. When you hear the shot go off and then it cuts to the mom in tears, that was moving. I wasn't crying yet at that part, but I was close. I was thinking, "I really should be crying right now." 
I think the tears started for me when Pepper goes to the grave and puts the "magic list" on the stone and says, "I did this for you."

The priest was kind of... I don't know. Not the best? Yeah, that works. He wasn't the best. 

So, I loved loved loved this movie, and I recommend it to all those who are looking for a good movie about faith, God, and love and are prepared to cry. A lot. 

"Do you believe we can do this?" 
"Yes, I believe we can do this!" 

Also, before I sign off, Penguin and I have recently become rather obsessed with the song I See Fire by Ed Sheeran. So go listen because it's pretty addicting. 

Okay, I'm leaving.
--Abby

I feel like an accomplished Catholic now.

On Thursday night, a few of my friends from school and I got into a little... kerfluffle. 

(kerfluffle--
noun
a fight, debacle, or mess-up.) 

I don't really want to go into the details, but what I will say is this: we stood up against some people for the Catholic faith. We immediately were targeted and fired at.

These people are so confused. My friends and I made a point to be nice to them and calmly state our arguments (it didn't always stay that way, but for the most part we were calm). In return, we were cussed at and called names which I don't care to repeat. 

There are some people in the world who are like this. They're so confused and it's sad. We did pretty well though; we used logic, the dictionary, science (if necessary), and their own words against them, not to mention the Catechism of the Catholic Church and the Bible. One thing we realized, from taking logic class in school, is that their arguments were completely illogical and didn't follow. One lady contradicted herself completely. 

On Friday, we basically talked about it all day. For the most part, we were cracking up about it. I was talking to one friend and I was pretending to be horrified, "One lady called me a ___" and she laughed and said, "That's your new nickname!" 
(She wasn't being serious. I have a ton of nicknames at school and people know I don't like some of them, so they make a point to keep adding more to annoy me x) 

It felt good, though, to stand up for what we believe in. We probably didn't convert anyone, but still, maybe we gave them something to think about. I may not be dying for Christ, like the Christians in the Middle East, but it feels good to do something, even if it does involve being hurt and cursed at. At least I have friends to stand by and who can help me laugh about it. 

In other news, my parents are in Mexico for the weekend. They left on Thursday and are coming back Monday. So far it's been good. Chocolate has been eaten, TV has been watched, stuffed animals have been thrown, loud piano playing has taken place, and help has been needed. Luckily, I don't have to do this all by myself, because I'm a minor and it's illegal. A couple college students are staying with us and my grandparents are helping out a bit too. 
Also, Tessa and I are working on our science final today. We have so much to do and it's due May 21!! It might seem like a lot of time, but in reality, with this much to accomplish, its not a lot. 
In English, we're reading The Confessions by St. Augustine. I had five days to read eighty pages. I'm down to forty pages now and I have two days left. Ugh... I can't wait until Summer. 

Oh! Also: 

Yesterday, we came into our classroom where we have Latin, and my teacher walked in and said, "This school needs a newspaper. So I'm putting this class in charge of it." 

Wow. This was shocking. 
My class could be described as rash-like...persistent...annoying maybe? We're also the most closely-knit class. A lot of the other grades are super separated, while we do practically everything together, with the exception of the annual end-of-the-year sleepover the girls always have. 
So since we're the official staff, this newspaper will probably be the most interesting and entertaining paper ever seen on campus. 
(I'm doing a book review. Like, YES!!!) 

--Abby

HUNDREDTH POST

CONGRATS TO QUILLS AND CURTSIES FOR DOING 100 POSTS!!!! *confetti and streamers and noisemakers and such* 

Wow, a hundred posts. This is kind of big, wouldn't you say? I love blogging so much and it makes me so happy that people actually read this, my long rambles and mixed up sentences that make sense in my head but sound strange to my readers. 

So, in honor of the 100th post, I'm going to list a hundred random little facts about myself because I've seen a lot of bloggers do this and it seemed like a good idea to me ;p. 

Alright, lets do this: 

1. I will find any excuse to eat sugar. Any excuse. 

2. I've been dancing since I was three and I have no intention of stopping any time soon. 

3. When I was like nine, back when I still did ballet, I made a vow that I wouldn't quit until I had played the part of Clara in The Nutcracker. 

4. I broke that vow. 

5. I quit a few months after I got my first pair of point shoes. 

6. If I could go back to ballet, I probably could, but I can't. 

7. Sometimes I wish I had an older sibling. 

8. I'm kind of scared to grow up. 

9. My most prized possessions in my room is my writings that I keep in my desk/ all over the place. They're mainly stories and stuff that I write, not for the public, but simply to keep myself entertained xD. 

10. My second most prized possession in my room is my books. 

11. My third is my music. 

12. Well, my books and my music are kind of tied, actually. But lets move on. 

13. I spend more time than probably necessary on this laptop, a habit I've been struggling to break. 

14. I love the theme song of Charlie Brown. Like, go listen to it a couple times for the heck of it. Seriously. Go. Come back and finish reading after you've done it. If you want. This post is kind of strange, so you don't have to if you don't want to. 

15. I'm creepily attached to my pencils.  

16. When I was little, I didn't realize how much I loved writing. Even though I wrote all. the. time. 

17. I probably wrote like five different versions of The Nutcracker. 

18. I'm not saying they were good. I'm saying I wrote them. 

19. I love moccasins. A lot. 

20. I love tea. More than coffee. Barely. I like coffee, but I love tea. 

21. I only like coffee if it has a lot of cream and sugar in it. 

22. The Passion of the Christ is one of my favorite movies. 

23. I really like old movies, but I can never get Blaze to watch them with me. 

24. If I could, I would travel back in time to the '50s because OMGGG THE CLOTHES. 

25. My friend Hannah got me a stuffed hippo for my thirteenth birthday and I still have it. 

26. You can never be too old for stuffed animals. 

27. Or Disney. 

28. Flynn Ryder from Tangled is probably my favorite Disney character. 

29. But I also like Dory from Finding Nemo. 

30. I can only tolerate the movie Frozen. I don't love it and I don't hate it. (Cue the massive mob of Frozen fans coming to kill me)

31. I have realized from experience that Penguin cannot be trusted with valuable information. 

32. Neither can I, for that matter.  

33. Thirty-three is my favorite number. 

34. Once I told Blaze about a surprise birthday party we were having--for him. 

35. I've gotten better at keeping my mouth shut. 

36. Blaze thinks I'm fat and lazy. I'm actually super skinny, but lazy is still on the table. 

37. Loki is the best. Ever. 

38. I would be happy to live where I live--a little city on the coast-- for the rest of my life. 

39. But I do really want to travel. A lot. 

40. My three destinations before I die are Paris, Italy, and Hawaii. 

41. And England, if I can. 

42. The most exotic place I've ever been to was Mexico. 

43. I've never been outside this continent. 

44. I would love to work in a cafe. 

45. I really want to learn how to surf. 

46. And play guitar. 

47. Well, I know basic guitar, but I'm not that good. I'd like to improve. 

48. I've met a grand total of two or three movie stars.

49. Including David Henrie and Mr. Caviezel. 

50. I've always thought of him as "Mr. Caviezel" since I was friends with his kids.

51. I've also met some published writers. 

52. I've been in the same building as Rick Riordan and Laura Marano. Oh, not at the same time though.  

53. I guess it comes with living in CA, only a car-ride away from Hollywood. 

54. I hate stress. Stressing is the worst. 

55. A couple of dreams that I have had have actually come true. It's scary. 

56. I also hate worrying. 

58. One of my favorite quotes is: Worrying is stupid. It's like walking around with an umbrella waiting for it to rain. 

59. I love Shakespeare. Love it. 

60. I've acted in a few of his plays. 

61. I wasn't very good. 

62. Blaze and Penguin are two of my best friends. 

63. They're also the two most likely people in this world to tick me off. 

64. I've never liked how, in this society, is normal to hate your siblings. If I told someone that I actually don't hate my siblings, they would look at me weird. 

65. Sometimes they're really annoying though...

66. I love socks. Fuzzy ones. 

67. In the Summer, I spend as much time as possible in the ocean. 

68. I love paddle-boarding SO MUCH. 

69. I didn't do any paddle-boarding last Summer. 

70. This Summer I'm hoping to do more of it. 

71. I love Summer. 

72. I love my school. I really do. I'm going to be sad when I graduate. 

73. I've already started planning a speech for my graduation in case I have to make one. 

74. I hope I get to make one. 

75. I also hope that, if I do make a speech, I don't get stage fright like I did on Medieval Day. 

76. I hate stage fright. 

77. Flowers and music are gifts from God. 

78. I have tried to convert someone to Catholicism. 

79. It didn't go well. 

80. I'm not very good at this thing called talking... 

81. Except for sometimes, when you can't get me to shut up. 

82. I've met an atheist, who was actually a super nice guy. 

83. I'm very defendant of my religion. 

84. I try to put God first in my life, but, well, I'm human. I err. 

85. That's why we have confession xD. 

86. Truth-or-Dare is one of my least favorite games. 

87. I have the song I'm Yours stuck in my head... 

88. I love music so dang much. 

89. I fail at sports so dang much. 

90. I'm okay with that. 

91. Friends are the best. I love all my friends so much ;). 

92. Marvel is sooooooo bossssssssssssssss. 

93. I haven't ridden a horse since I was seven. Ish. 

94. I hate onions I will not eat onions I will not look at onions I will not smell onions I will not touch onions I hate onions. 

95. I love sushi. I will eat sushi forever. 

96. I have too many books, they're crowding my shelves. 

97. I have tried to organize them, but it was a hopeless situation. 

98. I hate tests because it involves both stressing and worrying. 

99. My ninth grade year has been my hardest year ever. 

100. I love this blog. So much. 

*whew* 

I'm done. Finally. 

So, now you know that much more about moi. 
I actually did a much shorter post this afternoon, and i even published it. I had even gone to the trouble of doing a story update. But as soon as i published it, I realized it was my hundredth post, and I had wanted to do something special for my hundredth post. So, after a quick freakout spasm with the usual, "AHHH NO WHATS HAPPENING THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT TO DOOOOOO!!" i deleted it and started this one. It took me so long to come up with this list. I'm definitely not doing this for the 200th post. I'll think of something else for that one. 

--Abby

Babysitting Saga

Okay. That title sounds a little weird. But I'm not going to change it because saga is such a great word... 

(And it's sentences like that that make me sometimes question my own sanity. I mean, saga...) 

On Friday night, Blaze and I were picked up by my mom and dad's old friend who is in town with his wife and two kids. They were staying in a hotel nearby. The dad is really nice, and he's from London so he has an awesome British accent. At first I didn't realize he had an accent because it's not that obvious, I thought he was talking weird to be funny. But when he kept doing it, I realized oh, it's an accent. I'm glad I didn't say anything. 

So we got to the hotel. The room they were staying in was one room with two beds. So when Blaze and I put the two kids to bed (after watching Big Hero 6, which they love and would not stop talking about), we turned out all the lights and looked at each other like, now what? We had to whisper to avoid waking them up and it was too dark to see anything. 

We ended up watching Disney movies with my earbuds and eating cookies until about 1am when the parents got home. I thought the dad was going to drive us home, but when we exited the lobby, I whispered to Blaze, "Oh. We're taking a cab."

Yup. There was a cab outside waiting for us. 

...

Have you ever ridden in a random cab at 1am? 
No words. 
None. 

Oh, did I mention the candy? The cab driver gave us candy, which both of us hid in our pockets in fear of it might being poisonous. 
I had never been in a cab before, so cut me some slack okay? I was always taught as a little kid: Never accept candy from a stranger. 
I accepted it, but I didn't eat it. 

When we got home, Penguin was still awake playing video games, so we gave the candy to him. He hasn't died yet, so I'm slightly regretting not eating it. 

I didn't go to sleep until 2am. I had been hoping to sleep in the next day, but Rosie and Lilian woke me up at 8:30. Six and a half hours of sleep. 
Fun. 
So yesterday, I was like a zombie. I had McDonald's for breakfast, and then I fell asleep on the couch and slept through lunch. Then at four, I had to go to another babysitting gig. I didn't even get dressed or brush my teeth and hair until 3:45 pm. And that was only because I had to. If I didn't have to, I would've stayed how I was all day. I felt like a depressed person. 

So then I babysat another family last night, this time without Blaze. There were seven kids, but they're all super well-behaved. One girl, who was about six, was so adorable, and kept cracking me up. The first thing she said to me after her parents walk out the door was, "I wish you were a boy so I could marry you." 
Um. 
Okay. 
Then later, she came up to me and whispered, "Are you going to get married, or are you going to be a firefighter?" 
I tried not to laugh, "Um, I'm not sure if I'll get married or not, but I don't think I'm going to be a firefighter." 
She and her brother, who is seven, were trying to each me how to play this game that they like with their stuffed animals. Basically, their stuffed animals all have super powers and they beat each other up. 
I kept saying, "Well, why don't you two play and I'll watch?" I guess the girl got the impression I didn't understand. So when her brother asked if I was sure I didn't want to play, the girl said, "No she doesn't, because she's a teenager and she's slow at learning." 
The boy looked up at me and said, "Are you offended?" 
I was not. At all. I was cracking up. These kids are so cute! 

Today was my last confirmation class, and I kind of imagined that we would do something special, and there was talk of watching a movie. 
It was rather anti-climactic. 
We had an hour of prayer and adoration in the church, and then for the second hour we were dismissed to our classrooms. Because of the shortage of classrooms, my class usually spends the second hour in the church. Usually, we have our lessons in the second hour. But not today. My teacher herded us outside and let us run around for a few minutes, slightly confused about what the heck was going on, and then he came out, handed us a paper with the date and time of our confirmation in May, and then dismissed us. 
So for most of that second hour we basically hung around, a bit confused because, I mean, it's our last class ever! Shouldn't we have some sort of celebration or something? Something?? 
No? Am I the only one who thinks this? 
Okay. Awkward. 
I have to go eat now, I was an idiot and didn't eat lunch before leaving for confirmation class, so I must eat before the other kids get it all and I go without another meal. This can't be healthy for me. 
--Abby

Easter Poem (I'm so behind on life)

Okay, I meant to post this a while ago, but I forgot. Like I always do. Bear with me. 

Easter Poem* by moi 

They tear down this Temple, 
They watch as lightning strikes; 
They try to solve their problems, 
They try to make it right. 

They try to stop the sun from shining 
They watch as blood with tears 
Mingle, trying to stop the prophesy 
Proclaimed for all those years: 

"The Son of Man shall come!" 
Isaiah did declare. 
Though what they did not realize
Is that the Son of Man is here. 

They killed the Son of God. 
They murdered the Son of Man. 
A stone rolled closed, and three days later
Glorified, Christ stands. 

So stand and praise in song! 
For God, glorified be
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit 
Sing on through eternity. 


*I don't even have a title for it. This is sad... 

It's been forever since I've posted a poem on here! This one I kinda like, even though theres no meter and the rhyming is a bit off in some places, and theologically, I'm not sure if it's all correct...
Anyways, I feel bad for not posting any of my poems or anything for so long, so this is a make-up poem kind of a thing. Hope you (my four readers) like it! 

Tonight, Blaze has his first ever babysitting gig! Well, sort of. He's babysat my littler sibs before, but tonight, he and I are going to babysit two little kids-- in a hotel. Fancy. 
He's not much of a babysitter, and I kinda doubt he wants to be, but I asked him to come along to help me tonight and plus, he'll do practically anything as long as he gets paid. 

I did work on my story yesterday, as I mentioned! I'm going to find time to do some more work on it this afternoon. 

--Abby

In which I basically go off on a bunch of tangents.

I have finished chapter four. 

*sob* I'm soooo behind..... 

But yeah, I finished it, and it ended on a bit of a cliff-hanger, which is what I like. I mean, I don't like it when books end on cliff-hangers, because then you're thinking I have to get the next book, I wont be able to sleep until I find out what happens! But little cliff-hangers like this are nice, a little something to make the reader want to keep turning the pages. 

I sent it off to Leslie, who I think I talked about before. We critique each others work. She's a super enthusiastic writer and is pretty amazing at it. She sent me a poem she wrote recently, and I'll see if I can post it on here, with her permission, of course. 
The only problem is she lives six hours away. It would be so much easier to sit together at a cafe or something and discuss writing for a few hours rather than emailing each other, but we have to make do. 

I'm getting off topic. 
Leslie loved it, which made me happy. 

But I'm haven't exactly been devoting this break to writing. I've been kind of busy, which is why I kind of ditched this blog the past couple of days, but I'm going to try to work on it today and tomorrow... 
Since I'm basically going off on tangents anyways (hence the title), my last ever confirmation class is this Sunday!! It's crazy! I've been doing this class for two years, and now its practically over!  

On Tuesday, my class got together for a pool party, and I took no pictures. But I got shoved in when I was still in my shorts and t-shirt by Hannah, we played Truth-or-Dare, and watched the Avengers. So yeah. 
I'm going to miss these guys when I graduate. They're like my second family. 

Pic from San Fran I can't help posting again

So, this post was kind of a bunch of little tangents, and I'm sorry about that. I wanted to let you know that I'm not dead and hopefully I'll be back soon. 
--Abby

Happy Easter!!

Happy Easter!!! He is risen!! 

Right now, I'm at a family friends house with about ten adults and fifty million little children. So Penguin and I are hiding in the trampoline: 

Brother-sister selfie!!

(Is that a thing?) 

On Good Friday, we have a tradition to watch the Passion of the Christ. Obviously, the little kids don't watch it with us. I think the age limit was twelve, But Blaze watched it for the first time when he was eleven, so it's a flexible rule. Penguin wanted to watch it with us this year even though he's ten, so he started it with us and then decided he couldn't handle it and left, but he came back again for the ending. 

I've actually met Jim Caviezel, the actor who plays Jesus, because I was friends with his kids. But then they moved away because of his TV show. 

Mel Gibson did such an amazing job with this movie, I can't even describe it. I SOBBED when I first watched it, and this is the first year I haven't teared up; and I've seen it four times. 

It's an amazing movie and if you haven't seen it, watch it. But maybe don't watch it if you're under twelve, or ask your parents or something because it can give you nightmares. 

Okay, Lilian and her little friend just joined us on the trampoline.

And so did Blaze, but he's too lazy to pose for a picture. But I'm taking one anyways ;p 

Note the mocking rays of sunlight when it's like nineteen degrees in the East Coast. 

I'm trying to get into photography. These aren't that great, partly because an iPhone camera isn't amazing for photography, but I don't have a fancy camera or anything, so this'll do. 

So I just ate a lot of ham and chocolate, so I'll sign off now. 

Happy Easter! 

--Abby

Lazy on Break and Growing Up too Quickly.

Aaaaaaaah, break. 

I'm sitting in the sunroom, still kind of asleep because I got out of bed a half an our ago and I haven't gotten dressed yet. But I have a mug of chamomile tea that's still too hot to drink and my brothers are playing Lego Lord of the Rings, which I feel like is one of the better Wii games we have (not that I like video games, but it's hard not to like this one). You can be all the characters and explore all the different places (and there are a ton of them) and they have the music and stuff and WOW I HAVE TO FINISH READING THESE BOOKS. Blaze keeps saying "verily". I think he's still in Medieval Day, mentally. 
The only one who had to go to school this morning was Rosie (I was still in bed when she left YES I LOVE EASTER BREAK). She doesn't go to a Catholic school, so there are times like this when the boys and I are lounging around in flannels and Mary Rose is off learning German. (She takes a freaking German class!) 
What's annoying is the dark circles under my eyes and my sticky eyelids. I stayed up later than I should have last night thinking about movies and coming up with new plots for stories. But I wasn't worried because I could sleep in as long as I wanted XD. 

But I digress. 

A couple of weeks ago, in P.E. (pointless exercise) I was talking to my fiend Em. She was saying, "When I was eleven, I couldn't wait to be fifteen! And now that I am, it doesn't feel very special." 
That's so true, though. When I was younger, ten, eleven, I couldn't wait to be a teenager and learn how to drive and have all this independence. But I would think, oh, it's not for a long time. 
Well, a long time became now. And frankly, Em's right, it doesn't feel very special. I'm turning sixteen this year. I feel too young to be sixteen, but too old to be fourteen. Sixteen seems so...old. 
Every time I see an elderly lady, I think, someday, that'll be me. Someday I'll be old and senile. But that's not for a long time. 
I turned fifteen before I knew it and my first year of high school has been going by in the blink of an eye. I'll be a hundred before I know what's going on. 
Ugh, sometimes I feel too old. And other times I don't feel old enough. I'm going to college in a few years. Like, WHAT?? No, college still feels like that place where I'll end up someday, but not for a long time. 
I keep saying that, in a long time, but it always ends up becoming now at some point. 

But I digress. Again. 
Wow, two posts in two days. I guess I really am on Easter break ;). 
--Abby

Really quick post

Okay you guys, lets see how fast I can plow through this post because I'm going to be late for aerial. 

(Which I'm actually going to be taking a break from, but more on that later 'cause IM GOING TO BE LATE) 

So today was April Fool's Day, and at my school, it's basically prank-the-teachers-as-much-as-possible-because-school's-almost-over-and-WHY-NOT-RIGHT Day.  

Okay, so for english, you know how there are two classes for the 9th and 10th graders? Honors and not-honors? Well, we decided to prank our teachers and switch classes. So, my honors class went to the other classroom and when the teacher came in, she acted as though it were totally normal. She actually started giving us a test! 

Then her real class came in and said that our teacher wasn't even on campus yet. So we were all in their classroom until my teacher came in and found us. We applauded her and her shocked expression ;). 

We also pranked our Theology teacher, who's actually a sister. We turned all the desks to face backwards. When she came in, we stood and said, "Good morning, Sister," (it was the afternoon XD). She found it hilarious. We had class like that, everyone facing backwards. 

We did a few more pranks on a few more teachers, but I myself never got pranked. One kid brought eggs filled with flower and kept smashing them over people's heads. XD I got flower all over my skirt, because my friend Hannah was next to me and someone cracked an egg over her, and when she brushed it off her head... Well, it looked like I tried to bake and failed. 

OKAY BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, IT'S EASTER BREAK!!!! I have no homework!!! Except this science final, but other than that, NO HOMEWORK!!! And because of this, I have no excuse to not work on my story. So that's what I'm going to do. 

Can you believe I thought I'd get to 50,000 words by April or May? I'm barely at... Actually, I don't even know where I'm at because it's been sitting in it's little file in a virtual corner of my computer collecting virtual dust because I haven't opened it in so long! 

I would rant more, but I have to go to aerial. So you all lucked out. No rant today. 

--Abby