My weekend went pretty well, but it was over so fast. After school on Friday I went to China Buffet with Jian Li and worked on a mythology powerpoint while she did bio II work. Mitchell was there for a while but left before I did. Nancy and I tortured action figures and came up with names for each other. I call her Slimy Worms, as in Never Eat Slimy Worms, because her Chinese name means West South. So she started calling me Stinky Waffles haha. Then later I went to Abraham and Israel's house with Jessalinn and Chloe' to watch movies. They got a pizza but I didn't eat any because I had already eaten at the restaurant. We watched Gamer, which was surprisingly better than I expected, and then we started Transformers 2, but Chloe' was leaving so she gave me a ride home. Anyway, it was kind of fun but also really awkward. At least Abraham was there. When I got home I was feeling depressed, but then Mom said I got mail from Franciscan, which turned out to be my acceptance letter... AND a scholarship! So that made me happy. I need to send in my enrollment deposit. I just finished a scholarship application this morning and I should be hearing about the National Merit Scholarship tomorrow.
On Sunday after mass we went to Perkins with my uncle, and then later Jessalinn came over and we worked on an Othello project for English. Today after school we have to practice for the NHS initiation so I can't forget... I have seventh period with Jian, so hopefully one of us will remember. They'll probably make an announcement anyway. Well, second period is almost over, so I'm going to read.

I'm so tired. I just want school to end. I haven't done my physics worksheet, but I told Anna I would come in first period to help her study for mythology, and then I have voice lessons. I'll still have second open I guess.
I finished reading A Thousand Splendid Suns last night, and I think it was even better than The Kite Runner. Anyway, I'm tired.

I don't know and I don't really care. :)

This year is going so fast! Every Friday I'm surprised that the week is over already, and every Monday I think, where did the weekend go? It's crazy! I think it has something to do with not taking calculus and having first and second opens.
This morning Mom got called in to work early, so Katherine and I were at school by about 7:05, and my first class doesn't start until 9:40. That was okay though, once I got over getting up so early. :P I needed to do a physics worksheet, which turned out to be pretty easy. I'm just glad Jessalinn texted me last night, because I had totally forgotten that the roller coaster paper was due today. It just had to be one page double-spaced, and I found all the information on wikipedia, so it was really easy. I did the Georgia Scorcher at Six Flags Over Georgia, which we went to during the National Keystone Conference in Atlanta last year.
Anyway, in first period I finished reading Fragile Things, and then during second I went with Jessalinn to Checkers to get breakfast pizza. Then we went to the library and I checked out A Thousand Splendid Suns and The Graveyard Book, both of which I have been wanting to read for a long time. But I need to read The Lightning Thief first, since Mitchell lent it to me. :D

No... I don't really have to think about whether or not I'm going to be friends with someone. It's not really a decision you make - you just become friends with some people and not others. I guess in a way then I do judge someone's traits before we're really friends, but subconsciously. I hang out with people who have qualities I'm attracted to, so if I just don't like someone because they're mean or I know they're lying to me, I just don't spend time with them, so I guess I end up being friends with people I would have chosen if I had known all their qualities before we were friends. :P

I got an acceptance letter from Benedictine College in Kansas a few days ago, but I don't really want to go there. I guess it's my second choice, but I think of it as a Plan B. I'm still waiting to hear from Franciscan, but I don't really think they will reject me. I could get a full ride presidential scholarship at Benedictine, but I would have to be there next weekend for an essay and some interview thing, and I would rather pay to go the school I want. I still need to do the FAFSA, but my mom needs to get taxes done first, so that will have to wait. I'm also supposed to find out about the National Merit Scholarship in early February, so I'm hoping I'm a finalist...
Now I need to finish writing my roller coaster paper for physics.

No, I don't really care. But then, I've never been on a real date, and I think I might feel differently if that were the case.

1. I got my new iPod on... Friday I think. I love it!
2. I found out I don't need to do solos to be in choir next year unless I'm going to be a music major, which I'm not, but I'm doing voice lessons anyway. I signed up for first period on Fridays, so I've only had one, but it was really fun. Mrs. Danger asked if I had any preferences for language, composer, or type of music, and I said I like singing in German. She got really excited and we sang through three different German solos and then I picked the one we both liked the best, a Mendelssohn piece called Der Blumenstrauss. It was so fun!
3. I finished reading Misery the other day, so I need to start working on my project. We have to write a personal response essay, make a small poster, and give an oral presentation, so I think I'm going to make a powerpoint.
Anyway, Mitchell is coming over, and I can't think of anything else...

I like walking... Does that count?

Haha I just found this story that I wrote in fifth grade and it was so funny that I couldn't resist posting it... Anyway, here it is. Enjoy :P

Tomb Treasure! by Amy Anderson
Hello, my name is Dr. Amelia Anderson. I am an archaeologist and will soon be working on a tomb in Giza. We do not yet know who is buried inside, only that it is somone very important. We know this because no one has ever made it through the maze of hundreds of tunnels and traps to the burial chamber, but we hope to be the first.
We will need lots of workers and equipment. You are probably wondering where we will get all the money for this. We are going to ask the government for funds so we can afford all the things we need. They will most likely fund us because we have very good reasons for the dig: any artifacts we find, we will sell to a museum they want and give the money we get and any extra money from the dig to the government.
Yes! We got the funds! One week later we were on our way to Giza with everything we needed. "Man, is it hot," said one of the workers I had hired.
"Tell me about it," said another.
Oh, I forgot to tell you about my crew. Amy Ferguson reads hieroglyphics, Joey Blakely studies bones and I study artifacts. All the rest are just hired diggers.
About half an hour later we were standing in front of a huge pyramid. After walking around the pyramid, we found a large doorway on the side of it. We walked in to find a large temple. There were several more doors inside. We went in one and found table with a few vases on it (probably for offering food.) We left that room and entered another. Inside was a large hallway. We kept walking and after a while I noticed a spot on the floor that looked different from the rest. "Don't step there," I said.
"Why?" asked one of the diggers.
"Watch," I said. Then I picked up a big rock and threw it on the spot. As soon as it hit the ground, a metal cage fell from the ceiling.
"Oh," said the digger.
We walked on in silence until we came to another room. In the middle of the room there was a large stone. On the stone were written hieroglyphics. "What does it say, Amy?"
"You are foolish to seek my treasure. But soon you will meet your end."
At those words, spikes started coming at us from all the walls. When all the spikes met, they stopped.
I looked up and saw light. "Start climbing," I said. We all climbed up and found mountains of gold and silver and piles upon piles of jewels.
"We found it!"
The End.

lol

Aemelia is my Latin name. I like it because it's so close to my real name and for some reason Mr. Mick actually calls me by it, which I don't think he does with anyone else.

We moved from Umatilla, Oregon, the town I was born in, right before I started school, and then we lived in Pendleton until right before my eighth grade year, which is when my parents got divorced and Katherine, Tim, and I moved with Mom to South Dakota, which we had only visited once in my lifetime (the summer before.)
South Dakota was really weird to me. It still is, to be totally honest. I'm used to it by now, but I never really think of it as home. I don't think I could never live there again, but, strangely, I miss Pendleton. All three times I went back since we moved I have been surprised at how much more familiar it still is to me than Pierre.
Anyway, this is supposed to be about school. The year we moved here, eighth grade, was definitely my worst school year ever. I actively avoid thinking about it usually, and when I do look back it scares me a little that I honestly can't remember most of it. I remember going to school, and I could maybe tell you all of my teachers' names, but I don't remember my classes at all except for a little bit of language arts and a couple embarrassing days in science. The only things I can recall from the first day of eighth grade are the creepy art teacher actually introducing me to the class and lunch, because I didn't go. I sat in the bathroom. That is really depressing in retrospect. I remember meeting my first 'friend' (for lack of a better word) in Pierre at lunch on the second day. I remember it mostly because her name was Amy too, so she she declared that I was Frizz, because of my hair. Not the best start to a friendship, but I secretly loved her because she made me feel slightly less weird and I think I was desperate.
Anyway, I also remember our little blue duplex. I only remember my room well, though, because I spent a lot of time there, although I can't really recall what I did other than read. I don't really like passing that house (which is unfortunate, since it happens a lot) because I have so many unhappy memories there, like the first and only time I have had to call 911. I did like one thing about it though - all the trees and lilacs around it, which made it look more like what I was used to.
I don't really think changing schools affected my confidence and self-esteem. I have always been shy around people I don't know well and even my friends secretly, I just knew a lot less people here. And I've always had kind of low self-esteem. I guess I just think of it as normal, but it might come partly from being the second youngest of seven and always comparing myself to my brothers and sisters.
This turned out to be a stupid depressing post. Because I don't want to fall asleep sad like last night, I'll write a cheesy sentence.
Glowing faintly with the reflected radiance of the cloud-veiled half-moon, the opalescent moth drifted slowly on the gentle night breeze while below, the village slept peacefully, knowing nothing, and above, the infinite stars wheeled, seeing all.

Haha ^.^

Sooo... I haven't really posted in a couple days. Which isn't weird for anyone else, but the point is (you know you love me more every time I say that) I might go crazy if I don't write something and (!) I have some announcements:
1. I ordered a "new" iPod - a *refurbished* 120gb black classic (should be here any day now...)
2. I dropped AP calculus - I discovered that I don't need ANY math for an English major at the school I want to go to, so I decided to give myself a break for once in my life. I (almost) felt bad when I turned in my book, but I couldn't stop grinning. So now I have first and second open, which is awesome. Jessalinn has second and third open, so *NERD ALERT!* we spent second in the library reading. First period I spent waiting forever to get into the guidance office to drop math.
3. Mythology was (obvioiusly) cool, despite the fact that I already knew everything Mick told us from Latin I. I love alphabetical seating - it means I always have the same seat, in the corner. Anna A. sits behind me, so that should be fun.
4. I'm signing up for voice lessons with Mrs. Danger (isn't that an awesome name?) - I need to record two (2) solos for auditions to get into choir at college. Luckily I live more than 250 miles away and therefore am not required to go in for a live audition.
NOTE: I do not recommend reading Stephen King's Misery at night, in the cold basement, while home alone. After a certain point I had to stop because I was getting seriously freaked out (complete with traumatizing childhood memories.) Then I called Mitchell, but he didn't answer. T_T
So I ate some cookies instead, which made me feel only slightly better about the likely possibility of an insane serial killer hiding in my laundry room with an axe. Welcome to the twisted funhouse of my life.
NOTE II: If you are already creeped out, I also don't recommend listening to Klavier by Rammstein. It's creepy even if you don't know the translation. *_*

The Scarlet Letter. I don't want to talk about it.

As you can see, I changed my journal style. This is because my internet security is still on, and for a reason unknown to me that apparently blocks some styles but not others. So I switched to something that works because I was tired of my journal being a formatless white page with black font and links in brown. The Post an Entry page is still ugly, but I don't care about that as much.
Anyway, I think it's nice out, so I'm going to take a shower and then see if Mitchell and Jessalinn want to go for a walk.

Who says rain is bad weather? I LOVE RAIN. But I do get tired of the endless snow here. I don't really mind snow, but at some point it needs to melt. Luckily, the past few days have been above freezing, so it was pretty nice out today. I really wanted to go walking, but Jessalinn and I were so tired after work that we just took a nap. Then she left. T_T I love friend naps, but they always end. Anyway, I think I'm going to ask her to go walking with me tomorrow if it's still nice.
Anyway, Mitchell wants to hang out, but I might post again later.

REALLY? I just wrote a huge entry, but somehow hit a key that changed the page, so now it's gone. I would just rewrite it, but like I said in the post you will never see, two and a half hours straight of Latin testing is the intellectual equivalent of being violently raped several times, so I'm a little exhausted. And now I'm mad, because I spent forever typing that post. T_T
GOOD NEWS: We don't have school on Monday.
BAD NEWS: We have school tomorrow, despite its utter pointlessness.

I am so glad I'm now done with my two hardest tests, but I'm pretty sure I did horribly on both of them. After the calculus test Mitchell and I conteplated jumping off the train bridge, but we didn't go through with it. Yet. I might still do it after I see the scores I got. On the bright side, tomorrow should be easy since I only have government and choir. Government won't be hard and I only need a 74% on the test to keep my A. Choir will be a breeze. All I need to know for that are some music terms, dynamic levels, key signatures, and solfege syllables. Then we have a singing test on one of the Christmas songs, which we do in quartets, so that will be fun.
I need to finish writing my college application essay... But right now I need to sleep.

Sooo... Tomorrow I have my calculus and physics semester tests. After school I helped Jessalinn at work and didn't get paid (again). Then we hung out at my house for a bit. Jessalinn was supposed to study physics with Chloe' and I planned on studying calculus with Jian Li, but Chloe' was working, so we both went to China Buffet and Jessalinn read A Tale of Two Cities while Jian Li helped me. I'm still not done with the review, but I'm more confident than I was. Then Jessalinn left because Chloe' got done with work and I stayed with Jian Li to finish more math. I still need to study for physics, but I can do that before school and during lunch tomorrow. Now I need to go to bed so I will be able to think of some clever last words tomorrow. T_T

I'll watch just about anything excluding horror movies and porn haha. I'm more picky about books, though, since you have to put a lot more time into a book than a movie and because I have so many good books to read and no time to waste reading something I don't like. Mostly that includes sordid romance novels the likes of which my grandmother wastes what little is left of her life escaping in. Jeez, I'm a bitch. Ah well, I might as well be honest about it.
About feeling left out, I'm usually thankful that I don't have anything to contribute to horror movie discussions, and I start most of the conversations I have about books, so it would be a little weird if I felt left out in that situation. Unfortunately some of the more boring discussions about books are with Jessalinn because although I love her with all my heart, our tastes are just a lot different. I don't really care, but she always wants me to read the books she likes. I do that too I guess, but some of them frankly sound like they might make me hang myself just to end the boredom. :P I'm just really picky I guess. Talking about books with Jian is worse though, because she reads romance novels almost exclusively and wants me to read them too. Hers don't look as vomit-inspiring as grandma's, but still. They look so dumb, and I already know how every single one of them is going to end. T_T