Jinx

Saturday:

Saturday was actually a fairly pleasant day. I slept in, and mostly just hung out around the house. I attempted to go shopping for shorts for Work Tour with my sister (she's a year and a half younger than me and also going on the trip). I say "attempted" because few store have pulled out all of their shorts, and the few that are out are WAY to expensive. I ended up getting a pair of jeans at Kohl's for $12 that I can wear now and cut into shorts later, which was nice. I can never find pants (or shorts) to fit.

Around 6ish I went to my friend Sherry's house. Her family was having a game night with a bunch of old family friends, and the only other girl that was coming was in 5th grade. It was actually a lot of fun. We watched an insense game of curling -our school needs a girls' curling team, it would be epic- US vs. Great Britain. They had to go into an 11th END to settle a tie. It was very exciting (for those that haven't figured it out, I'm being sarcastic about the last few sentances, except for the school curling team). A large game of Left Right Center followed, in which I lost three dollars. Last, but certainly not least, was a game of Pictionary Junior. It was a lot more difficult than you might expect based off the title. Can you draw a buffalo? The one the arquitect drew looked like a cross between a hampster and a dead creature lying on its back. It was a fun night, everyone their was really nice and I didn't feel as awkward or left out as I had previously anticipated. It was actually nice, seeing as my family rarely sees the few close family friends we have. This is because we gave moved multiple times over the past 16 years (which I love, don't get me wrong-I can't stand staying in the same place too long- but it makes it difficult to maintain relations when you live so far apart). Sorry if this is getting too sappy. Actually, if it bothers you, you could just stop reading.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. (Cliche and overly dramatic, right? I find it endlessly ammusing to apply such statements to my life which is neither cliche or dramatic)

Today (Sunday) started off perfectly fine. I woke up early and taught Sunday School at my church. I'm teaching it to earn volunteer hours for my Child Development class, but I'm going to continue even after I earn the hours. I work in the 3's and 4's room, which is always amusing.  The kids are hilarious. We'll be teaching the lesson and someone will raise their hand and say something totally random like "my fish died" or today's "I had a cough last eek and it wouldn't go away, I had it for-for a-um-a hundred days!" I love how little the kids care what they say or do- they're always so spontaneous.

After I came home, a played Sims with my sisters and one of them attempted to try the VT recipie for vegan raw chocolate pudding. It turned out interestingly enough... Maybe it had something to do with using an old blender instead of a food processor? I don't know, but I'm not sure we are going to try the recipie again very soon.

More recently I went to see our school's production of Ragtime with my friend Kaylee. We ran into my other friend Tierney while their. It was a really well done play. I was impressed. The one thing that I would have changed? Stick to the normal gun sound effects, NOT the machine gun ones - machine guns hadn't been invented yet, and it sounded ridiculous.

I came home at 6, and the drama started. My mom was freaking out because my sister told my mom I had been at Sherry's house, even though I had told her I'd be at the play and I wasn't answering my phone (it was turned off during the play), so she called Sherry's house and I wasn't there (duh!). Apparently (according to my mom, who tends to exaggerate), my dad was convinced I'd been car-jacked. I quickly dispelled any yelling from my mom by pointing out that I had texted her at the begining of the play, during intermission and at the end. Unfortunately she didn't know where her cell  phone was. Therefore, she couldn't get mad at me because everything could have been prevented hed she not lost her phone.

To add to everything, my parents are angry with each other. The source of the problem, as per usual, is my grandmother on my father's side, Grandma Julie. She is a terror. Next weekend, she is coming out and expects to see us on Sunday. You know what? I'm tired and have to memorize a bunch of trig stuff. I'm going to finish this complaint later.