School Days

School started for my sisters and me yesterday, and what a joy that was. It was so great to wake up at 6 again, not have breakfast because it makes me feel sick in the morning, have to sit still all day, interact with annoying kids, have new classes, have my grades actually count towards college, and be the oldest of the school. It's weird being the oldest...we don't seem as big as the 9th graders seemed to me when I was in 7th grade. And was I that tiny when I was in 7th grade? They're smaller than last year!

On Friday night I went to my first party of the summer. Sad I know, but I'm not exactly a social butterfly so not very many people want to hang out with me, I think I hung out with Sariah twice and Amanda twice and then did night games....twice. Anyway so I got there and just sat around talking at first and then I played the skittle game (you pick two skittles with your eyes closed, and if they're not matching then you have to keep the skittles in your mouth until you get a match) I was sick of skittles after that. I went inside not sure what to do because it was obvious that no one really cared I was there which I was used to but I still would've liked to feel a little welcome. I ended up playing Rock Band for a half hour because I'm wicked at the guitar. I then played "Monkey" which is where you put a hat or hood over your head and go to some one's doorstep, ring the bell, and sit down on the porch. You have to stay there until the person goes inside or there's one person left. If you start laughing you have to leave. It was pretty fun. I went home at 11:30 PM.

So I went shopping for clothes on Saturday night, and there was of course nothing there cute and I was starting to despair but then it was like the heavens opened and cute clothes fell out and I was able to find some awesome stuff to buy.

The next day I finished the Book of Mormon which I thought would be a good way to start the school year. It was delightful and weird at the same time to finish it.

Anyway so I of course couldn't get to sleep the night before. My family and I had just watched some Tweety and Sylvester episodes on a video we got from Grandma Carol. We were laughing at how violent it was and then trying to imagine our cat, Sylvester, with the actual Sylvester's voice and doing some of those things. It was fun. When I got into bed, I decided to read a chapter in my book really quick because that usually knocks me out. After I was done reading, I lay in bed for a long time and couldn't sleep. After a while, I heard an annoying squeaking from upstairs that meant that one of my little sisters was bouncing up and down on their bed which I could hear clearly from my room. I stood up on my chair and put my head right under the vent and yelled for them to shut up. I then decided that since I was up, I might as well play my keyboard in the dark which I did for about 20 minutes. I think I went to sleep around 12:30 AM.

In the morning, my alarm didn't go off because of course I forgot to set it. Silly me. I woke up anyway thank goodness and got ready. I wore my first pair of skinny jeans that day. Ashley was so proud of me. I didn't like them at first and just prepared the boot cut but they ended up being pretty cute. I got ready then headed up towards the bus stop. When the bus came and I got on, I was sad to see that the fun, older kids were replaced my midgets. We arrived at school where the officers gave us Dum Dums (shouldn't they give us Smarties instead??...) Everyone was screaming and hugging each other. The first day, everyone looks so cute and happy and energetic, but by the second day, everyone looks dead and is depressed again. I went to first period which was geography with a teacher who I had in 7th grade. I like him, but it also depends on your behavior. If you are bad, he's a butt head, if you're good then he will be a fun teacher. My next class was Algebra 2 which was way crowded. There were about 35 of us in it, but then 10 people took the online course of geometry over the summer so now there are 45 people in the class. It's crazy. Everyone was mad because we have a teacher named Mr. Free and he's the only one who teaches Algebra 2. We wanted to have the geometry teacher, Mr. Wilkinson, back. He's fun and a really good teacher. My 3rd period is Chinese. There are 13 people in the class and I'm the only 9th grader. Two of the girls are Chinese and can speak the language which makes me confused of why they take the class. Maybe they're just trying to show off, that's probably what I would do even though it would be a waste of a class. I love to show off. The teacher is from China. She taught us how to greet each other, say what our name is, greet the teacher, and say goodbye on the first day. Ni hao, wo shi Celeste. 您好我是塞莱斯特 (Nee how, wow sheea Celeste) Something like that. Today, she spoke Chinese all day and barely said anything in English, we were so confused but it was cool too. I have Honors English 4th which I'm excited for. I love to write and I always had the longest stories in elementary school and I got some certificates for being in the top 10 percent in the nation in English or something. It's funny to look through my 2nd grade year book where it has every one's writing, because everyone single one of my stories are at least twice as long as other people's. 5th period I have Concert Choir. There are boys and girls in this choir and it was crazy. Ms. Swallow was yelling at everyone to be quiet and it was chaos. The boys are so annoying and can't shut up. I love them and they are so cute, but boys are frustrating. In everything they are frustrating (like the fact that they love you one day, and then love some one else the next), and in choir they are EXTREMELY frustrating!! Gosh is it too much to ask to shut your yap and listen to the teacher and just sing?? Ugh!! I'm excited for choir but it is going to be difficult. 6th period I have seminary. It was awkward. I've been dreading the first day of seminary. It's just weird to sing hymns and pray and read scriptures with my peers. I'm excited for seminary, it was just the first day I didn't want and thank-goodness it's over, and thank-goodness I didn't have to give the first prayer! "please bless I won't fail the next class...." Idk but now I'm fully ready for seminary and am glad that I get to have church be even more of a daily thing in my life. It will be great, especially because I don't have Brother Tew :] Moving on...my last period was art. My counselor told me that 7th period would be advanced art. I've already taken beginning art and advanced art and I was going to take painting which is the highest art course they offer, but it interferes with math and there's only one Algebra 2 class. So I went to art, but it turned out to be beginners art, and the other 5 9th graders in there thought it was advanced art too. Dumb counselors. Oh well, we got a new art teacher this year and she sounds like she's going to be really good and fun.

They made us go to all 7 periods before lunch, and then they combined the lunches and had it be 45 minutes long and let us go outside. We then had to go to advisory (a pointless class we have every Friday and for what reason I still haven't figured out) and then to the gym and cafeteria in rotations where they told us stuff we've heard every year. They informed us of the chess club, basketball, musical theatre, science Olympiad (I did it in 7th grade and hated it...), and a bunch of stuff that everyone already knows. In the gym they told us about how to succeed in school. Here's the list of how to succeed:
1: don't piss off the teachers
2: don't be late for class
3: turn in all work (duh)
4: don't fight
5: do your homework (obviously...)
6: go to school (hmmm that's a new one)
7: try your best
8: complete all work

My very wise principal came up with these amazing new techniques to use in school, and was probably thinking that even though we've been in school for 9 years now, we still haven't figured this out. I now think that I am ready to succeed since I've finally learned, after 9 years, that if I turn in my work and if it's completed that I won't get a zero. I don't know how I got straight A's in elementary school without knowing this.

They switched my advisory teacher to a special ed teacher which made me mad because I had Mr. Wilkinson at first and I was excited but then I was grumpy when I figured out I had Mrs. Princen. Until a hot guy came and sat down next to me and actually talked to me. That's right, he didn't ignore me like the majority of the people at the school, he smiled at me and asked me if I know how to play scrabble. Dang it, I've never learned how. My family is too cool to play that game, we like to play easier games like Settlers of Catan and Ticket to Ride and Scattergories. I still encouraged him :] His older brother was in A Brand New Year with me.

When school was finally out, I "tried out" for volleyball as usual. I didn't make it the past two years and knew I wouldn't make it this year because I'm not too good. Well I'm good and have a pretty good spike, but I can't serve to save my life. Last year I cried when I didn't make it, this year I just had fun with it and went home happily after seeing "shockingly" that I wasn't on the team for the third year now. I'm going to try out every year and I probably won't even make it when I'm a senior, but then I'll do it in college and be amazing and all those girls who think they're better than me will be so jealous at my skills, and the coaches will all say "dang, we should've given her a chance" because I think I could do well if they would actually just give me a chance to show them and not just at camp when there are fifty girls.

I'm kinda a failure at things. I didn't make volleyball the past three years now, I didn't make musical theatre last year (I made it this year!), I didn't make madrigals, and I'm not good at sports even though I love them. The only thing I'm really good at is piano which is good because it doesn't require me to get all hot and sweaty and it's really fun. I was pretty good at gymnastics I guess, considering I went from level 1 to level 4 in one year but that was with a lot of private training. Still, I did well with it and didn't start sucking until I moved here and one of the gymnasiums scared me to death so I could no longer do a lot of my tricks anymore (such as vault, cartwheel on beam, round off double back hand spring, front hand spring, kip, high bar kip, etc...) I was really strong though, and I am still pretty strong, but I remember my veins used to be popping out after I did gymnastics which was so cool it was crazy how strong I was for an 11 year old.

Wow, this was a long post. Sorry guys. I bet most of you just skim when you read this because the sad life of a 14 year old isn't too exciting, but I appreciate those of you who do at least make the effort to skim, and especially those who say that they read every last word (like Bonnie!) I also love it when I get comments, even if you just say "hello" they make me feel good. Anyway, that's it for now. I'll write sometime next week or something. Bye everyone! 附属的

La Gooney

I am going to tell you the tale of another splendid week. It is mainly work stuff, which really isn't too splendid, but part of it is I guess.

Once a month, each employee gets a coupon thing to let eight "family" members in to Lagoon for only $10 each. My dad, sisters, Chelsie, and Ashley Ely (my sister Ashley's friend from our old neighborhood) decided to go to Lagoon on Monday, the day I was working. I wasn't very happy because I wanted to go with and invite my friends, but I just said "whatever" and went downstairs when they told me their plans. I told them the night before that they aren't allowed to play any games except for Guess It because all the rest of the games will rip them off. So I rode my bike to work the next day full of chagrin because I had to work a game I detest while my family and friend have a good time. Uncool. When I got there, however, my manager told me that I'm going to work Guess It instead. I was happy. So while working the game, Ashley and Chelsie decided to give it a try and had me guess my weight. Ashley was mad because I guessed she weighed more than she was. She weighs less than me, but it might be because I have a bit more muscle from gymnastics. Hannah played too and did her weight. They all got cool prizes. Emma and Dad came by later and had me guess Emma's weight. I actually guessed it right but I pretended not to, I was not going to let my dad lose his money. I made like $540 that day, it was great. Afterward, I changed into a different shirt then joined Ashley and Ashley Ely. We went on the Terroride first, then the Ashleys went on Oddysey which is an octopus ride that squirts you and plays an annoying song. It came out last year. We also went on Wild Mouse and Jetstar. The last ride we went on was one which I forgot the name of. It's like a mini ferris wheel but is tilted instead of being straight up....it goes maybe 30 feet in the air or something. Well it took forever to load us on because they have to unload and load everyone two at a time. After ten minutes the ride finally started and lasted about 3 minutes. After that they started unloading again. They let everyone off but forgot to let Ashley and me off. Ashley Ely had to sit and wait for us while the old ride operator started the ride again. After another ten minutes we finally got off. So after being on the ride for a long time, it had gotten dark which meant I couldn't ride my bike home. We just left my bike there and Dad drove us home.

The next day I had off and I did some exciting stuff that I can't seem to recall....

On Wednesday, I had to work a game called Whac a Mole. I hate that game. You need two players and whoever whacs ten moles first wins. The first prize you get is a small tweety bird, and the second prize is a slightly bigger tweety bird or taz. The third and fourth prizes are pretty big though so you have to play four times to get the biggest one. I think it's a rip off, and so did everyone else. I was supposed to make about 300 bucks by the end of the day and I only made 100. My supervisor was mad at me and I was upset and sick of working. I tried to get the next day off because I absolutely hated Lagoon that day because that was the longest day I've had and I was in a bad mood at my stupid job where I have to rip people off all day and get in trouble if I don't take enough money from people in one day. Stupid job.

I sadly came to Lagoon the next day and worked a game that I don't like, it's called Hot Shot. After that day, I never hated that game again. There's shade all day, you get lots of people coming back from eating, and Darts is right next to you so you can chat with the person all day, which I did. It was actually kind of fun. And my favorite supervisor supervised me that day. Wow, that was a pretty good day. Except for the last part...This really weird guy came up to me. He was really sweaty, had kinda long sandy hair, and his whole face was twitching like crazy. I think he was drunk. He came and sat at my game and started asking me how I play it. He then asked my name, age, where I live, how long I've worked at Lagoon, and how I like it there. He then informed me that he bought a big strawberry milkshake in Pioneer Village and then threw it up later. Lovely. He told me that he has a knot in his back and it's been killing him. He asked me to feel it. I said no. He said "oh come on it's weird, massage it" I again told him no. I didn't want to rub a drunk, sweaty guy's back. Eeeeww. He kept on talking to me for a while so I had no choice but to be a good employee by listening and being polite. When he finally left, he gave me a hug. I kinda patted his arm. Right when he left, I went into my back room to take some deep breaths and put my face into the prize and screamed. I was totally freaked out. Lagoon gets a lot of drunk people so I don't think anyone would care if I told them. He was so gross. I ended up making my goal of the day and my supervisor was happy with me.

On Friday, I worked Hi Striker. You hit a metal thing with a mallet, and if you get over 40 you get an inflatable mallet, and if you get over 130 or play three times, you get a stuffed animal which is actually really cute. That's something I want to waste my money on. The key to that game is to tell people that if they don't win, you'll give them their money back, because everyone wins except for the little five year olds who I usually help out so they can get a prize. When I got to my game, I looked down and realized that my I.D. card was missing. Great. My stomach hurt really bad because I didn't have breakfast that morning and I didn't eat much the night before and I was depressed knowing that the only way I can buy food is with my I.D. card. Great. I figured I must've dropped it in the place where we count money because I had to slide my card but I guess I forgot to put it back on my lanyard. Dang. I told my supervisor this (who is also one of my favorites, I have three favorites) and he found it for me. I like him. I also lost my pencil so I had to engrave the prizes with my keys on the paper. At the end of the day I found the pencil in my pocket. Wow. I found a way to get to 150 every time. There's this blue wire connected to the metal thing that you hit, and if you stomp on it really hard you can get to 150. I had fun jumping on it to see what scores I'd get. I gave out a lot of prizes and many people played. This one guy played a lot and got a mallet and stuffed animal. After playing for the last time, he asked me if I wanted to get some ice cream with him later. I just stared at him, then asked if he was serious. He said yes. He told me that he lives in Salt Lake City and was going to the University up there. He skipped a grade in school and graduated a year early and he turns 16 next week. I said sure and he said he would come by when I get off. I've never had that happen before so I wasn't sure if he was going to pay or if I had to pay for myself, because I don't bring money to work. I was happy after that. I ended up making a lot of money and my supervisor was happy with me too and gave me a good. Yay! Right before I got off, the guy (Tyson) came by and said he'd meet me there in 20 minutes so I could change and check out. I went to check out when I was off, and found something happening that I did not at all like. My manager was recording everyone doing their best dance move before giving them their time card. Ugh. I can't really dance, I used to do jazz and ballet but I didn't want to do a dumb pirouette and everyone would think it's lame. I just told her all I can do is gymnastics. Thankfully, she let me do that. She recorded me doing a back-walkover, and then a front limber. That hurt so bad since I haven't done one of those in a while and I'm not warmed up. Ouch. I changed my shirt, got a wristband, then went to check my cell phone. Ashley had called me six times and was texting me to come home and Mom was asking how old Tyson is. I had texted Ashley telling her that a college kid had asked me out for ice cream and then Mom told Ashley that I was going to stay after with a boy. Ashley freaked out and I couldn't blame her because she heard stories about girls hooking up with college kids and then bad things happening. I didn't have time to explain, so I just texted Mom to tell her that he's 15 and I only told Ashley that to freak her out. I actually texted Ashley saying a college student asked me to get ice cream with him because I thought she would text back saying "omg no way lol, that's creepy" then I'd say something like "haha ya he's 15 but skipped a grade and graduated early lol" then Ashley would say "oh haha cool, is he cute?" "not hott but nice looking" "o cool so r u going to do it?" "ya of course!" "coolness" "ya i've g2g back to work, cya" Because I was on break when I texted her.

I met up with Tyson and we went to Pioneer Village and we each got a cup of cookie dough ice cream then walked around and talked. It was fun and he was easy to talk to. He's originally from Canada and came to Lagoon with his friends because a business was having a company party there so he got in for free. He then told me that he hasn't been on any rides that day so I made him go on the white roller coaster with me. We went to the arcade and played guitar hero, then I told him that my Mom wanted me home by 7:30 so we hugged and left after exchanging numbers. It was nice. It was easier than I expected and fun. I don't know if it was exactly a date, but I had a good time. I don't want to date until I'm way older just because I'm too nervous. No one at church believed me when I said that because I'm always hanging out with everyone and having a good time and acting crazy, but at school and other events, I'm shy and nervous. I'm afraid I'll do something stupid. But I guess dating wouldn't be so bad now, getting ice cream with Tyson wasn't awkward at all. I still have a little over a year to decide though. It's all good.

When I got home I told Mom about Tyson then I called Ashley to apologize for freaking her out. I felt really bad. Friday happened to be August 14, which meant it was Hannah's 11th birthday. Chelsie and the triplets (Twins 'n' 'Kenna) slept over and had tons of junk food and Mom made Broccoli cheese soup (Mmmmmmmmm :P) and cupcakes. Hannah had gotten a cell phone the day before, but she wrapped that up and the iPod she got last week and then opened it for her birthday which I thought was funny. I straightened my hair after that and then Mom cut it. She took a couple of inches off and layered it more while listening to a really good book on CD called "I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You". It was really good. Mom was confused though because I was on the last CD so she made me start it over. She cut one of the twin's hair next...I don't know which one, I forgot to see if she had bangs or not. I think it was Reagan...

Today, I was supposed to work but got a phone call while ironing my work pants and was told that they don't need me to come in today. Yay!! I went into the bathroom and took a nice long shower, it felt so good. I then did my hair and I LOVE it!! It's shorter and more layered in the front and looks so good! I'm really happy with it, except now I'll have to start using bobby pins again if I want to put it up. Dang it. I remember using tons of bobby pins in gymnastics and them falling out of my hair a lot. Oh well, my hair is awesome. Even though I seriously hate it when girls take pictures of themselves and show them to everyone to show how sexy they are, I want to take pictures of myself because I love me hair and people NEED to see it. Not so that people will comment saying "omg babe u r so cute!" "Psh whatever, u r wayyy prettyyy!" "oh man girl u r hott! will u go out with me?" "haha thanks! uh sure!" "this is the sexiest pic i've seen!" "haha really? no it's not! shut up bailey is prettier!" I really hate it when girls put pictures up of themselves looking all sexy then say "psh no i'm not pretty so shut up!" I want to say "you're right, you are so ugly i want to eat ur pic then throw it up all over your shiny hair" or something along those lines.

Anyway, I went to the neighborhood party at the park today and played volleyball with my friends there while Hannah ran around with Viktor. When we came home, my sisters and I watched Mulan 2 and had popcorn. I like the first Mulan way better. Now we're watching "The Day the Earth Stood Still" as a family, well once I join them. That's my amazing week.

Getting A Dog At Lagoon While Visiting the Dentist at the LIbrary

Quite a bit has happened this week, stuff that is both exciting and terrible. The exciting part is my family got a new dog. The terrible part is of course work and some other undelightful stuff.

So last Saturday, I was doing my usual stuff around the house in the morning (such as eating, getting on the computer, and going back to bed) when I looked out the window and saw Amanda, Chelsie, and Hannah get out of a dark black mysterious car. They started gliding up to the house with a gleam in their eyes, while I darted into the bathroom to shower. After I was done getting ready, Amanda, Chelsie, my younger sisters, Mom, and I got in the car and started driving south. I think...Anyway we of course started listening to Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on CD and I tried desperately to win a game of solitaire on my iPod. When I looked up next, we had driven to Provo, or a place by Provo. According to Amanda, we were about ten minutes away from Stephanie's house. We got out of the car and headed toward a tall dark building making funny noises and that smells peculiar. It was Petsmart.

We went inside and headed toward the back and saw an amazing sight: a bunch of really cute dogs for sale. There was a cage with like ten tiny puppies in there, a Dachshund and Shih tzus. Too bad they were like 400 bucks. So we looked in all the cages and I found a really sweet rat terrier that I liked but that Mom wouldn't take a second look at. I told her she shouldn't judge a dog by it's looks. I asked her if she would hate and abandon me if I was ugly, Mom just grinned and raised her eyebrows. Thanks Mommy. Mom was looking at a dog kinda by the rat terrier which was now chasing his tail. She took out the dog and started showing him to us and petting him. His name was Coco. Everyone seemed to really like him. Hannah was pulling him around on a leash but he was really distracted. Amanda and I kept on finding cute little pink outfits for him, no one else seemed to like them. Finally we decided to get him. He's a shih tzu and cocker spaniel mix. He looks more like a cocker spaniel, except his fur is curly. We got a bunch of stuff for him while trying to think of a new name. We didn't think my dad would like a name like Coco. Mom and I liked the idea of Harvey, and Amanda and I liked the name Felix. Hannah, Chelsie, and Mom then said that they wanted to name him Fred. I detested the name and so did Amanda. Finally we decided on Viktor.

On the way home, Viktor tried to climb in the front seat to sit on my lap but then the girls in the back started screaming "He's pooping!!" We were on the highway so Mom started trying desperately to get off, and I ran outside with Viktor. He just sat on the grass and stared at me. I told them I didn't see anything but then the girls started saying "it's still there!" I looked and saw something that wasn't poop but something else that boy dogs have. Let's just say they learned something new that day.

We got home and did our chores and had fun with Viktor. It turns out he likes to play fetch, I was thrilled because I've never had a dog that plays fetch. The only problem is that you have to chase him to get the ball back. We had tons of fun with him. He's ten months old so he's the perfect age for training, and he's housebroken but just not used to our house yet. We'll keep him in the kitchen until he's trained to his house. On the day we brought him home, we let him out of the kitchen for a couple minutes. He likes to chase and bark at the cats a lot. He ran into the office for a minute so Hannah chased after him, but then right when she went in she back out with her hands over her mouth and said "Oh no!" then Emma said "he pooped!" We don't let him out of the kitchen at all anymore unless someone is holding him or with him at all times. He adores Hannah and whines when she leaves the kitchen, even if everyone else is still in the kitchen. It makes me kinda sad that he doesn't like me as much as her just because I'm used to being Toby (my Chihuahua) and Daisy's (my beagle's) favorite owner. Well I don't know about Toby, he worshipped everyone but I did spend a lot of time with him. He always had a look like he was saying "yes master" and he just let us do whatever to him. So anyway, I took Viktor on a walk and played with him a lot so now I think he's starting to like me a lot more :]

On Sunday Marjorie's family and Don and DeAnn's family came over to visit which was delightful. DeAnn's daughter, Dresdin, is getting so big and she's really cute.

On Monday I went to work again. When I woke up I found five mosquito bites on my legs so I think there was a mosquito sleeping with me. I usually just dig my nails into it until it bleeds. Most of you think this is gross, but I would rather have them hurt than itch. I've had terrible experiences with mosquitos, there is this picture of me when I was maybe five: I was camping with my family and I'm smiling at the camera but my eyes are closed and my face is all red and has bumps all over it. I think I have sugar in my blood. Anyway, I worked Guess It again. I have gotten so good at guessing that I pretend I got it wrong on purpose so they would win. One of the girls who talked to me for a while while waiting for her Mom was at the library today. Scheiler Wayne was there too with his other cousins. I was supposed to make 350 bucks by the end of the day, but my microphone broke during the part of the day when people start playing games a lot so I didn't make very much money, only $190.

The next day I got to wake up early to go to the dentist. Joy. That dentist office has big plastic fish hanging from the ceiling and is designed to look like you're under water. The dentist is really nice and so are all of his model assistants. They do that to get you into a false sense of security before they drill in your mouth and I wasn't fooled. I could see through them, they enjoy torturing kids. I've had many cavities in the past so I have grown to really hate dentists from getting so many shots in my mouth and getting my teeth pulled. I hate the drills, they make me shiver. And that thing they put in your mouth to keep your mouth open hurts. The pink numbing stuff they give me is disgusting and isn't very good at numbing my mouth so I won't feel the shot to make my mouth more numb. I remember at one dentist office I was screaming because the shot hurt and the dentist yelled at me to shut up. I hate dentists. And why are all the girl dentists really pretty with blond hair and they look they're 23?? I've never seen an old lady dentist. The only part I like about the dentist is the laughing gas, that's GOOD stuff!

Today I went to the library and got eight books on CD and four books and a new shiny library card. I then went to the grocery store which was simply delightful....I got nail polish and gum :]

Now Amanda and Sariah are over and having a sleepover. I'm going to call in sick to work tomorrow because I don't feel like getting up early and deserting Amanda and I really really really really really really really don't like work. I don't think I want to work at Lagoon next year, or maybe doing games just sucks. Never. Do. Games. Never. Ever. You. Will. Die. Lagoon. Is. Not. Where. Fun. Is.

Anyway it's taken me all day to do this post, I started typing this at like 9:01 AM and it's now almost midnight. Nice. Well bye everyone, thanks for reading.

HAHAHAHA!!

Last night at about 11 PM. Ashley and I were sitting at the computer and watching a youtube video. I was eating an apple and was listening to my old iPod. Since I got a new iPod, my old 30 GB one is now Ashley's and Ashley's 8 GB one is now Hannah's. I wanted to finish Harry Potter 7 on there really quick before giving it to her, I was like two chapters away from the end (I've listened/read that book so many times it's ridiculous). I don't have Harry Potter on my new one yet.

So anyway, after the youtube video was over, we made a couple of comments on it. Ashley then looked over at me while I was still chomping away on my apple and asked "Are you gonna finish that?" Assuming she was talking about my apple I said "Um...I guess...do you want it?" and I held out my almost finished apple toward her. I was being totally serious. She then said "No! I mean are you going to finish listening to Harry Potter soon." We both burst out laughing and kept on laughing for about three minutes. I still had a bit of apple in my mouth and had a hard time swallowing because I was laughing so hard. Pulling ourselves together, I threw my apple away and went into my parent's room where my dad was on the bed with his laptop. I sat on the bed and started to tell him what stupid thing had just happened. Just as I got to the part about me thinking Ashley was talking about the apple, not the apple iPod, I started laughing again as Ashley entered the room. She dropped to the ground and I laid down on the bed and both of us started laughing super hard, really hysterically. We kept on laughing for over five minutes over the stupid apple thing. Dad kept on giving us weird faces too and laughed a little bit himself because he thought we were being so ridiculous. We kept on rolling around laughing and crying because we were laughing so hard. And when we stopped laughing for a second and looked at each other, we both grinned and then fell to the ground again laughing really hard. Both of us kept on saying "OW!" while laughing because our stomachs hurt so bad from laughing for such a long time. Man we took forever to pull ourselves together, because each time we thought we had it under control we started laughing again. It was so funny! I thought she was asking if I was going to finish my apple so I was being polite and offering it to her! HAHAHAHA!! I'm not sure what Dad was thinking of us as we cried and laughed all over the floor and bed. We concluded later that we must've been really tired.

We are very special girls.