Whoa-dang.... I love Latin conventions.

Seriously.  You don't even understand.

We placed in ONE event.  Sean got third place in reading comprehension or something.  Yeah, pretty sure that we had no freaking idea what the passage was about, but we all placed in the top 10.  Apparently everyone else was more confused than we were.

And we didn't even pass the qualifying round of certamen.  They give all the schools that want to compete a prelimnary test and then seed the top nine teams against each other so that the very best teams don't have to play each other in the first round.  We didn't even make the top nine.  How sad are we?

Overall, though.  My weekend was... I mean has been so far... convention screws with your sense of time.  It's hard to believe it's only Saturday evening.  Anyways.  My weekend so far has been pretty darn amazing.  I love my Latin kids.  Everything on my list of predictions happened, and then some. 

Like the stripper lessons.  Those were new.  But hey, at least I learned something, right?  ;)  And we invented a new form of silent "applause" for schools that we don't like.  For example, turning MUS's little U hand symbol into F-U.  Heh heh.

Next year... going to be even more amazing.  William and I have decided that we are going to drug the freshmen, steal $50 from their wallets, load them on the bus, and drag them to Memphis.  (Next year's con is at Rhodes Univ.)  They don't have a choice.

We will have something prepared for roll call.  We will have something prepared for the spirit competition.  We will have a banner.  We will have correct t-shirts.  We will place in more than one test (maybe).  And we will at least make ninth seed in certamen.

We are determined!  RAR!

I gotta go see Wiz-O-Oz in  about an hour.  Latah, homedizzles.

Yep, it's that time of year again.  That time when Oaklands nerdiest and most perverted load up on a bus and head out to some distant school to compete in a series of competitions that gauge our skill, talent, and total lack of actually having real lives.

That's right.  Tennessee Junior Classical League state convention!  Woooooooooohoooooooooo!  Oakland's biggest Latin losers are loading up and shipping out to Rossview High School in Clarksville for two days.

This year the lineup is:  Sean Holden, James Holder, Cora Rowland, Ella Strawman, Sarah Vermillion, and William West representing for Latin 2.  And Michael Thoe for Latin 3.

That's it.  Not joking.  Seven people.  Six 2's and one 3.  We actually had a 1 and another 3 going, but they couldn't make it.

Hahahaha....  Can't wait.  If it's anything like last year, there will be lots of card playing, eating, dirty joke making, test failing, and cross-dressing.  I even made a CD so that "Seandra" and "Jasmina" have a variety of dance songs to pick from.

Oh yeah - JCLers.  Our t-shirts?  Look like CRIZNAP.  We totally botched them.  There were a lot errors on the shirt and Denn-Dogg accidentally approved the artwork before they were corrected.

Anyways. It's 10 PM.  I have yet more laundry and packing and shiz to do.  Later, all!

I feel bored and restless.  Perhaps I shall give DDR another go?  I haven't played since last week when I was tired and uncoordinated and pms-y to the point of crying because I sucked so bad at DDR.  However, now that I am back to normal hormone and caffine levels, I might want to give it another chance.

Anyways.

Next year... Senior year.  Gah.  I remember sitting in first grade, trying to imgine living for another ten whole years and being in high school.  It seemed absolutely impossible.  Now, it seems like the enourmousness of life is hitting me all at once.  I can't stop thinking about next year, five years, ten years, even fifty years from now.  It all seems so close and so far away.

Growing up messes with your head.

. . . . I'm hungry.  I think I shall snack.

Trish made me promise to post the staff positions just in case she wasn't around to see them.

S-1:  Sarah freakin' VERMILLION, bitches!

S-2:  Stephen Harris - Yeah, that's right.  Rising sophomore dude.

S-3:  Autumn Boynton!

S-4:  Jennifer Goodson!

S-5:  The amazing TRISH FUSCO!!!

Sooooooo...

I'm only a little excited.  ^_^  Squeeeeeeeeeeee!

Can't wait to see how companies work out next week...

Congrats to my homies.  ^_^

BNCO:  I won't tell, because I'm sure that this person wants to spread the good news around the internets on his or her own.
BNXO:  Nina Meins
CSM:  Jamie Fields

[The last two don't have phuseboxes, so I'm not fussed about spilling the news.]

I wuvvvvvvv yous guys!

My berfday was alright.  Nothing too exciting or amazing happened, but it wasn't the bottom of the suckage barrel either.

Got three really nifty presents today.  Okay, one really awesome one and two kind of smart-ass ones.

Michael gave me his chess-piece painting.  ^_^  I loooooooooves it.

Brian and Nemanja went shopping at the Dollar Tree apparently.  :p  They got me a nerf rocket and a little teddy bear that says "Get Well Soon."  Both of these items, by the way, have been named Puska.  (There's supposed to be a little curly thingy over the s, but my computer won't make that symbol.)

I hope 17 turns out a lot better than 16 did.... Whooo.  Glad that's over.

Well here's to R-rated movies, a 12:00 AM curfew, and donating blood!

Berfday celebratin numero uno was a ton of fun.

I love these people:
Grace Langeland, Mady Robertson, Rachel Carlton, Jane Woodard, Michael Cole, Courtney Caldwell, Stephen Turner, Rachel Hodorowicz, Brian King, and Jared . . . something

I also love Megan McDonald, Kristin Michaels, Abby Donnel, and Nemanja C...vlziadkfhof who couldn't make it this evening. (I'm not good at spelling in foreign languages.)

I got lots of cool stuff.  Including the best card ever.

velveeta and rotel + techno + little kid pictures + grilling out + text message sex + rocky horror = one hell of a night

Let's do the time warp again.

I had a post.  It went away.

To sum it up:

No job at Buckle.

My mom just got me Kingdom Hearts II.  *does the dance of nerdy glee*  I forsee little sleep for me tonight.

If you could see me right now, you would see that I am now making to face of "ohhhhhhhhhcrap."

Went to turn in job applications today.  I was expecting a smile and nod, and then an eventual call saying, "Um you suck" or "Come in for an interview."

Apparently Buckle is too efficient to look at applications first.  They took it from me, and then without looking at it, scheduled me for an interview.  So yeah.  I have my first job interview ever tomorrow night at six pm.  At a store whose clothes I never wear.

*mildly panics*

...started seven hours ago.

And so far I have been asleep for four of them.

Didn't sleep well this week.  Hopefully getting a good night's sleep tonight will help me catch up.

Ever wonder what it feels like to be leaving school early to go hang out with two great friends, one of which is driving behind you...

and then you hear a slam and look in your rearview mirror...

and that friend's driver side door is completely concave and the mirror has been shattered out?

I never did.  But now I don't have to, because I know.  I'll give you a hint.  It lies somewhere between hysterical panic and complete numbness.

You wouldn't have recognized me if you'd seen me running to the car.  Me, one of the slowest runners in all of JROTC, in my class A uniform, was full on sprinting.  Man, if I could keep that pace for my mile run I'd be done in three minutes.

Upon arriving at the collision site, about 50 yards from where I pulled off the road and jumped out of my car, I realized that Stephanie was not unconcious, bleeding to death, or suffering and immediate medical danger.  Her face was bleeding because of the glass spray from the shattered window, but she was mostly just distressed about the state of her 2003 Sunfire, which has been in her posession a mere two months.

Matt, the guy who t-boned her car as she turned left out of a parking lot, was completely cool about everything.  I was talking to Stephanie about calling an ambulance and he said, "Sarah, use my phone," and tossed it to me through his open windows.  In the end, I wound up calling Kristin, the other friend we were going to be hanging out with [who had left ahead of us] and Matt called the police and paramedics. 

Mandy, who was nearby, went to get an SRO and the school nurse.  Nathan and his dad [neither of whom I'm acquainted with, even though I occasionally see Nathan around school] stopped to help Stephanie and make sure she was okay.  Nathan got out in the middle of Oakland Drive and started directing traffic.  :p

In the end, everything except Stephanie's car was okay.  Her door and probably a front panel are going to need replacing.  Her insurance is going to go up.  And she got a ticket for failure to yield when exiting a parking lot. 

Stephanie herself is okay.  Kristin and I went to my house so I could change clothes (I got glass on my uniform from leaning through Stephanie's window and crawling into her car to get her stuff out.)  Then we went and met Stephanie and her dad at the ER.  They cleaned her face, smothered it with disinfectant, and told her to put neosporin on it every night to keep scarring down.

Whoo.

Wouldn't mind never going through that again.

Oh yeah... and ACI was totally cool.  I made a few mistakes, but I think as a whole we did very well.

The weather today was putrid.  And I loved it!  That weather saved me from running a mile today.  Tomorrow is practice formation during fifth period.  Then wednesday is the blue and white football game during fifth and sixth period.

Heck yes.

That made my week a lot better.

There is other suckage, though.  Progress report time again.  Can you guess how many of Sarah's classes she's failing this time?  I'll give you a hint.  It's more than two.

Physics, Latin, and Pre Calculus all equal THE DEVIL.  I was actually doing my homework there for a while too.  Still failing.

Went over my Wisc IQ test thingy with my therapist today.  Apparently for my skill level I'm pretty darn deficient in processing speed.  On the majority of the test I scored in the 130-140 range.  On processing speed, I scored about 80.  These are all out of average scores of 100.  It makes me feel a little less lame about always being the last one done with a test and often having to stay after class is over to finish work.  It also helps explain my aversion to homework.

I'm applying for jobs next week.  Any suggestions?

This week:

1 mile run towmorrow
ACI Thursday  [[faints at the thought]]
APUSH quiz over 60 pages worth of reading on Thursday
Model of the Temple of Vesta due Friday in Latin

...Woah. Wait.  I just realized that we don't have to go back to class after ACI.... that means... NO QUIZ FOR SARAH!  WOOOOOOT.  But shhhhhh!  Don't tell Mr. Huffman.  He'll just make me take it on wednesday.  If he doesn't know, I can just "forget."

But hey! That one mile.  It's gonna kick.  my.  ass. 

me + running = no.

Just have to remind myself that on the other side of this week lies spring break!  Yessss.  And the week after that lies my berfday!  Heck yes.

I just have to survive this sucky ass week.

4:30 PM.  Don't have much homework.  Decide to visit my mom.  But first, I'm going to call my dad to let him know I won't be there when he comes home from work.  This requires turning on my cellular telephone.

I have three new voicemails.  I know one of the first one, which I got yesterday, is from Sean and Ella and it says something about "Hey, where are you?  We're waiting on you."

Surprise!  No it's not.  Instead, it is my mother's husband.  [Probably called shortly after I got to school yesterday.]

"Hey Sarah, it's Tully.  I just wanted to let you know that your mom's in the hospital.  She's fine, she just had a mild stroke.  She's in room number blah blah and you can reach her by dialing such-and-such number.  She's fine.  She's walking and talking; they just want to keep her for some tests...."

My mouth falls open.  I stare at my phone, thinking it lies to me.  Then, in a moment of hating myself and feeling like the worst daughter in the history of the universe, I let slip a bad word.  I'll give you a hint.

It starts with 'f.'

And ends with 'uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.'

Message number two: from my grandmother.  I have a dentist appointment tomorrow after school.  Message number three: also my grandmother.  I'm supposed to call her as soon as I get it [Tully told her he hadn't been able to reach me.]

So I call my grandmother, confirm my dentist appointment and make sure all my info on mom is up to date.  Then I call Vanderbilt Medical Center and ask to be connected to my mamoo's room.

I was about to go steal my dad's car and drive up to Vanderbilt and stay until they were absolutely sure that everything was fine and dandy and they were ready to release her.  But I was a little late.  By the time I called her they said, "Eat something, sign an assload of paperwork, and then you're free to go."

She got a little woozy by the time she got to M'boro, so I met her just off of 840, got her some dinner, and took her the rest of the way home.  She was kind of tired and didn't want to stay up very long, but I don't blame her.

So the verdict is that she had two itty-bitty-teeny-tiny strokes, one right after the other.  There doesn't appear to be any permanent brain or nerve damage [beyond damage caused by previous illnesses or bouts of comatose-ness].  So she's fine.  She's exhausted, but she should be back to normal in the next few days.

. . . . . . . Doesn't change the fact that I feel like the world's worst daughter for leaving my mom in a hospital by herself for two days when she'd had two strokes.  She hates hospitals by the way, especially staying there alone overnight.  She's not mad at me, though.  So I guess it's all good.

--Oh yes.  Special thank you to anyone who left me a random comment on the last entry.  ^_^

I actually did it.  For about the first time in forever.  Felt kind of good.  I should try it more often.

Tuesday!  You know what that means:  Fugamazoli's!  Whooooo.  Gotta love sitting around for two hours eating free breadsticks and consuming insane amounts of sugary caffinated goodness.  Mmmmm.

Bleeeeeh.  ACI is coming up.  It's a week and two days away. Are we ready?  I'd say not.  I'm not all that optimistic about it, but hey. Whatcha gonna do?

Now I'm just rambling because I've got some free time in physics and nothing better to do.

Leave me a comment.  I don't care what it's about.  Be random.  Surprise me!

School makes me cry.  A lot.

I hate school.  Helllllllllllllllla bad.

For some reason, since spring kicked in, I've been flashing back to last spring and last summer.  I can't escape this feeling that I should sleep until noon every day and that I have no responsibilities.  It's screwing me up pretty bad.

So, about an hour and a half ago, my head got this ready-to-explode feeling.  Not in the I-have-a-massive-headache kind of explode, more like the my-entire-head-needs-to-sneeze.

Not just my nose.  My mouth, my eyes, my throat, my ears, my brain... they all need a good sneeze.

I don't understand!  I've been taking my allergy medicine like I'm supposed to, but everything still hurts and I'm still coughing like mad.

*cries bitterly*

Spring can be teh suck sometimes.  One good thing about it: my birrrfday!  April 4th.  Write in on ya calenda, sucka!

1.  Your clothes

2.  Your hair

3.  Your eyelashes

4.  Your bra

5.  In the hands of Brian King

Hey Oakland kids, anyone feel like a post AP exam rolling of Mr. Huffman's house?  I found it.

Mrs. Dugger said that he bought a condo off of Northfield Blvd.  I suspected it, but today my supsictions were confirmed!

Mr. Huffman just moved into my condo complex.  Seriously, if I were a softball player, I could chuck a rock from the roof of my house and hit the roof of his.

So.  You get that urge to take out some AP exam aggression on your APUSH teacher's new house - lemme know.  I'll hook you up.

[Me.]

My weekend was cool.  Got to hang out with the amazing Brian, Nemanja, Katie, and Sonja on Friday.  For the record, Final Destination 3 is hilarious.  Haha.  Nail uzi.

Got to hang out with Michael Cole on Saturday morning.  "Hercules, Hercules!"  Then came home and fell in bed after being up for about 20 hours.  Slept.  Woke up.  Watched TV.  Did nothing productive.

Sunday, much the same as Saturday, minus the hanging out with Michacco in the morning.  Went to see Date Movie with Rachel H.  Not as funny as I was hoping, but not an entire dissappointment either.

Today?  Boring as hizzeck.  I've still got counseling to do.  Why, oh why do I procrastinate so?

Ah, it appears I was mistaken.  I do not have the plague.  I only have allergies cleverly disguised as the plague.  When I think of allergies I think of runny nose, watery or itchy eyes, and lots of sneezing.

I have a nose that is just barely running, no watery or itchy eyes, and no sneezing whatsoever.  I do have a hell of a lot of coughing, a really sore throat, swollen tosils, and liquid behind my right ear.

Apparently, these are also signs of allergies.  Who knew?  *shrug*

So yeah, I'm not dead.  But I don't feel good and breathing is still somewhat of a chore.  So I'm not going back to school today.

Ciao, homies.

I am coughy.  I am thinking about not going to school tomorrow.  Thinking.  I'll probably wind up going anyways.

Wuh-oh.  Looks like I drafted myself for more intensive labor than my usual house cleaning. I let my grandmother get me started on yard work.  You know, raking, weeding, digging, pruning, and such.

I forsee much pain and sweat and dirt in my future.  Ah well.  It'll probably be good for me.

I went to Cafe Symposium at the library today.  It was neat.  You should go next week.  That's right - ALL OF YOU.  Rachel was my only buddy there.  I knew Erin Murdoc in middle school, but I haven't seen her in forever.  I also recognized a kid named Justin that I also knew in middle school.  But he's annoying.  Let us not speak of him.

There was also this guy with a lisp that seemed really familiar, but I can't place why.  *shrug*

Ugh.  I have to go wash off some of the dirt I covered myself in eariler today.

Or one of the best.

Today, Cari Jennings told me that she loves reading my phusebox.  That is always makes her laugh and smile.

YAY!!!!!

Cari's really neat.  I'm glad I have her stamp of blogging approval.

In other news, we're gonna give this Fazoli's Night thing another shot.  I might pout and sulk and play up the "nobody loves me" thing a little bit, just to make them feel a little guilty, but then I'll be done.  [The guilt would be over, of course, everyone except me NOT showing up last week.  :p]

Anyways.  If I'm gonna do that, I gotta scram!  Latah.

I get to see the gang tonight.

Maybe.

That would be neat.

I'm just waiting on Janie to call me.