conversations of the week

Ryan: "GUESS WHAT?!?"

Serfy: "what?"

Ryan: "I ATE A PENNY!!!"

Serfy: "that's nice."

Ryan: "You wanna know how I ate the penny?"

Serfy: "not really..."

Ryan: ~describing how he was sucking on the penny, then Thomas made him laugh, and then he swallowed it, and then...~ "...I started running around like a turkey without a head!!"


hmm...isn't it chicken without a head? I didn't argue the point with him, because Thomas came by and started telling me how once he'd swallowed a penny.

It doesn't sound as funny as the real thing...I'm not good at transposing conversations. but whenever Ryan sees me he's always like "GUESS WHAT?!?" and he goes on to tell me something strange he did/is doing.


Serfy: ...so what does Joe D'Avanzo look like?

CJ: He's about this short, really fat, and he has an afro.

Uri: No, he looks like Max.

Max: Stop it! I'm trying to concentrate!

CJ: Actually he does look like Max, sorta like a hippie, with long hair...


ridiculous boys.

welcome home

My brother is back!! Yay! We had a nice long talk at ABS after he came back. He watched Pirates of the Carribean. I was like, ?!?!? Which means I'm allowed to watch it now, since he watched it without permission. =]

Last weekend we went down to Virginia to see Stephen's last two concerts. It was so amazing to see my little brother up on stage singing with the CC. The whole choir is awesome, but it's just sort of mind-blowing to see my little brother part of it.

And in VA, I met up with one of my friends from the Spelling Bee last year.

Tour pics! Mostly from Sunday morning going from Harrisonburg to Richmond.

On Monday mom spent the whole day at ABS, organizing the boys' stuff. They're going to live in a convent. Rather interesting place to be, don't you think? Ettl is structurally sound, but no one is allowed to live in it. I feel really bad for some of the boys...they're confused, sad, stressed out, etc. At least they have a mandatory free this weekend so they can go home and regroup.

I'm writing like a scatter-brained chicken. Whatever. Just look at the pictures. =]

as you wish

Happy [late] Valentine's Day! I hope your Valentine's Day was filled with true love, just like Buttercup and Westley. *sigh* How romantic! No, really, not necessarily romantic love, or that "warm, fuzzy feeling(you mean like hot chocolate?)", but genuine brotherly and familial love.

I love Valentine's Day. Why? Because of all the funny things people say on that day. Not the phrases you see on the nasty tasting candies, but the "I hate Valentine's Day!"s. I guess I love hearing people say that because I disagree with them, and I love disagreeing with people.

Check this out. Very interesting results.

"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." <--from the funniest movie ever. "I'm not left-handed either." Awesome fencing sequence. The only disappointing factor was that Buttercup is too much of a damsel in distress. I mean, what sort of woman just stands and gawks while her beloved is being attacked by a Rodent of Unusual Size? Oh, and did I mention that the plot is totally implausible?

Writing is very therapeutic for me.

you asked for it

This has been a grawumpus week, as someone in some book said. Yesterday I asked God for an uneventful day, and guess what he gave me? A weekend full of surprises. And some of them weren't exactly pleasant.

So first my debate partner ditches, I mean, she had to miss debate class. That wasn't too bad. Then after debate, Mommy tells me that the ABS dorms flooded. When we get home we find out that our Girlchoir manager broke her ankle. And today I got a call saying that I have to play piano for Junior Worship tomorrow because the girl who's supposed to do it is stressed out. And I'm not stressed out because I only have to finish my VBS application essay, my Sunday school homework, my CWG essay, half of my Latin, and practice the piece I'm accompanying for choir tomorrow. And because I'm folding random ABS boys' clothes and sorting their soaked possessions.

I know this sounds cliched (yes, I know it's trite), but life is not fair.

BUT. God must have a purpose in doing this. I just can't figure it out yet.

It's funny, but I don't feel very stressed out anymore.