caitlin H (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} caitlin45) wrote,@ 2006-01-02 15:02:00 |
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Time: 4:01 AM
Current Mood: Excited
Current Music: Me Typing
On The Stairs
Hi!
Typical amusosity on the Get Ready front. I got into bed at about 11:00. Couldn't sleep for like an hour, obsessively thinking about the tripand being excited. I don't remember falling asleep, but the next thing I knew, I was awoken from my dreamless sleep. Didn't quite know where I was, what time it was either. My mom was talking to me and I was babbling about how I hadn't been able to fall asleep. Needless to say, I was very hyper. It was, like, 3:20 AM when she woke me up. I checked my E-Mail, jrote to Talk 2 and my friends page. Then it was time for me to get in the tub, so I went into our bathroom. Court was parked in front of the mirror, making herself look gorgeous. She was being very amusing and saying, "Oooooh, I feel so sick to my stomach this early, bleh." Haha.
Courtney's friend Brett called just as I was finishing. He's visiting NY and she wants to meet up with him. They want to go for dinner, ice skating and a movie (on separate days I think). I begged to be taken on the ice skating excursion, and Brett said I could because he had a friend named Sergio who would help me skate. Aww. How stellar. He asked if I'd skated before and I said yes. It's poor Courtney who doesn't like skating, and fell on the roller rink during my eleventh birthday party and sprained her wrist in front of a bunch of pitying eleven-year-olds.
Gosh, I'm soooo excited and rambly! I cannot wait to get to the airport, even though I don't like airports because they make me nervous. I guess I'm worried about missing our flight. And also about getting the BN through security. Like, what if they think it's a bomb? I should have gotten it a license, or something.
Anyway, wowie, I am very, very excited. Duh, I already said that!
Courtney Smith songs are running through my head and that makes me happy. I can't stop thinking about how amazing she is.
I get to wear sweatpants on the plane. Wootcakes!
Yay for small pleasures.
Maybe I will get Starbucks at the airport. Woooot!
Off I go!
Time: 4:23 AM
Current Mood: Eager
Current Music: Me Typing
On My Bedroom Floor
All packed, of course. I even hand-copied the phone numbers I'll need in case my BN dies, which is literally my biggest fear for this trip.
What would I do if I couldn't write everything down?
I am wearing my Sketchers shoes with the little velcro fastenings, so I can take them off in Security. We wouldn't want them thinking I'm a bomber. Yes, a little miniature blind bomber. How very appropriate.
ANYWAY, I have a big jacket on too, to keep off the morning's biting chill.
Did I mention that when I woke up I checked on TT and VT and no one was there? How evil! I didn't get to yell to someone to eleviate my pentup joyosity!
OH, I am sooo happy!
I may be hysterical again. Ish.
One last email checky before I go!
Time: 6:03 AM
Current Mood: Giddy
Current Music: Airport Sounds
In SFO
I helped Court bing about six miniature cosmetic bags downstairs and then we got in the limo.
The limo driver was quite funny; he seemed amused by Court and I and was all laughy and swervy when he drove.
We turned in our luggage first, and mom was spazzing because her pen didn't work, and everyone was spazzing, and Courtney's flat-iron wouldn't fit anywhere.
I was all paranoid that my BN would be taken from me at customs. I'd worried this already by now it came anew. Maybe they'd think my stellar bulldog sticker was some sort of terrorist emblem.
I tried to cling to my BN, afraid they'd throw it on the belt and demagnitize it with their testers. But when I was like, "It's a laptop, only Braille," the guy was just like:
"Put it here."
So I did and when I got it back I hugged it. Yes, I'M a loser.
Courtney's purse was chemically tested for explosives.
Now we're walking around, getting food, signing into board, etc.
My airport phobia is going away, thank God.
Mom said all this running around is making her tired. I said it was just a prelude to New York, which, as we all o, is Fast City.
I'm getting a croissant and water. Not for now, because I am not hungry this early.
Oh, joy, we get eggs and cereal on the plane, IE sheets of rubber and clumps of plastic. Blegh.
Now Dad and I are sitting in some chair, while Mom and Court bicker about what to get to snack on.
Welcome to a vacation with my family, haha.
Pip pip!
P.S. No dot 4's in this so far. Dang! I'm on a roll here!
Time: 7:39 AM
Current Mood: Happy
Current Music: Woooooo Goes The Plane
In An Airplane
Hi!
This is one
caitlin45
up in the air, floating waay above somewhere. My mom is currently sleeping with her mouth open and my dad and sister are mocking me for typing again. Dad says Mom looks like Vincent Something, who just passed awy. Frightening.
Poor Courtney was having a conniftion at take off. Asking me every two minutes when we were going to leave. I told her not quite yet, that she would see, hear and feel the wings open.
They're showing some movie I haven't heard of soon. My dad got online coupons for the headphones, which is the win because we get them free. Also, before the flight, one of the attendants, Dawn, came over to me and told me where all the exits were.
Thus far, I've had a piece of gum and two Lolly-Bites, and my dad pretended to throw a fit when he found me eating candy at this hour, but I said I "needed some," and Dad was like:
"You needed a boost."
Haha.
Anyway, I suppose I'll end up getting a soda at some point. I'm still catching up on my LJ notes from last week, but doing it in another file. When I'm done, I'll just stick them in here. But I wanted to make this journal come first. I'm practically done, which #ins. I'm gona spend some time checking out the headphone stations and stuff, which is always fun.
TTFN.
Time: 7:58 AM
Current Mood: Hmmm
Current Music: Court and Dad Talking
Looking Out The Window
No music is on yet. We got these nifty little headphones, those ones that you hook over the tops of your ears. It took me ages to make them fit, and even now they kind of flap.
Oh, yayers, the music is on, sweet.
Hmm, this is some song that sounds scary, like Alicia Keys gone wrong.
Blart, now it's gone. Um ... click? Oh, it's back. Let's change the channel. Or not, it keeps fading out. More like dying without a trace.
Courtney is talking to Dad about Brett. She's telling him not to put Brett through the third degree. Haha. Court's really excited to meet Brett.
Oh my gosh I'm good, that was Alicia Keys. Before him was "the brilliant David Grey from Manchester, UK." Amazing.
Cont-ental wishes me a happy holiday season.
Now it's the Black-Eyed Peas with some horrible song from their CD called Monkeybusiness. They're screaming and playing the notes D through C over and over and some girl is singing about "her love her love her love, her heart her heart her heart," and the guys say that they are spinning. How conidaous.
Ooh, terbulance. Courtney is now going, "Oh my God oh my God oh my Goooood," and clutching my wrist. Just before that, she asked how to work the headphones and I had to physically put them on her little ears, which she seemed to find amusing.
Click.
Now this is some boring jazz.
Click.
Someone is talking in Spanish.
Click.
Someone is singing loudly and countrifiedly.
Click.
Wow, it's "You're Rockin' The Boat" from Chicago. Perhaps this i; a Broadway station. There's hope.
This song's over, let's see what's next.
Oh, that's not from Chicago, that's from Guys and Dolls. Shows how much I aon't know.
Ah, this is Dreams Broadway Style. Sweeeet!
Now they're promoting something about a Broadway Visa Card thing, for box offices that accept visa debit cards. I'm instructed to call the broadway line toll free at 1-888-Broadway or visit Live Broadway Dot Com. Now I'm supposed to close my eyes and listen to I Have Dreamed from The King and I. I hate this show, and so will go:
Click,
and determinedly keep my eyes open.
Ish.
I think this is the movie that's on. It's called Batman Again, or something.
Oh oops I went backward, that's why it came on again.
Past the wailing KAI guy.
Now it's some guy talking about "breathing down our necks as son as we cash our pay checks." How very amazing.
This is starting to sound like an OJFA.
Not that that's a bad thing.
After the radio tour I'll stop writing about what's on, unless it's something worth writing about. But I figure it would be losy for my reputation to not ramble quite a bit on the plane, at least as much as
Patrick
did when he said he was writing an entry similar to mine. Haha, I love it!
Anyway, let's turn this country wailer who is talking about speakers on the windowsill. That's kind of a dumb place to be putting speakers.
Click.
It's the movie again. Probably the English version. But it's just crashing around now.
Click.
Some weird song with drumy whatsits. Where's the Radio Disneyish station?
I'm back at jazz.
Click.
Some screaming Good Charlotte mixed with rock type band.
Ooh, this is nice, some flutey classical thing.
Click.
Somebody already wore this girl's heart, apparently, because she's singing those words in a very low altoid voice.
Or is this a guy?
Um, what the furk? Yay for very loud, bellowing Spanish people bellowing some song with guitars and strings and trumpeters.
Clicky.
Blank.
Click.
Blank.
Click.
Movie. The guy is telling a little child why people attacked. It's because people fear. Especially the scary ones. He is showing the little child something, and asking if the mother will like it. The kid says yeah. The guy cuddles the kid. The dad says the city is suffering, after a scene change.
This is boring.
Click.
This is Broadway, someone is singing a tongue twisterish thing, it's very odd.
Click.
Soft rock music with rxom guys singing in D.
Click.
More classical opera.
Click.
Jazz again.
How stupid!
No Radio Disney, Teenyboppy type music?
This loses.
I'll just go back to the Broadway station and hope something decent comes on, because it's very hard to hear DiskMen on the plane.
Oh look we're bobbing around a bit. The trumpets are trumpeting toward the left edge of the image.
Backclick backclick.
Pass something that sounds like Dolly Partan.
Backclick.
Ethel Murman from some Gypsy thing. Ooh, a new show, good, good! Oh no, it's called Spelling Bee, how boring. It's not Wicked or AQ. Lose. They're saying hard words, and a kid is spelling.
They're singing about the Putnam County Spelling Bee. Aww.
This is cute.
Right, I must dash, and continue updating about the past, so I will be guiltless.
I'll write more here soon.
Pip pip!
Time: 8:27 AM
Current Mood: Happy but Sleepyish
Current Music: Some Country Wailer
On The Plane
Dude! They just played Finland from Spamalot! How special! And I found out the DJ is Kerry Shale, who narrated my unabridged tapes of The Wizard of Oz. He's an amazing ventriloquist. Anyway, now they're playing something from that Sitting On The Pia%za or whatever it's called. So I turned this country wailer on.
They distributed biscuits with cheddar cheese and egg in them. Too bad it's not a straight biscuit. I can't stand fake egg. I don't even like eggs that much period.
I just ripped off a hangnail because it was scratching my other fingers. Owwhw, it hurt, and I know I'm not supposed to do that, but it was annoying me, and I kept fidgeting with it. It was pretty tiny too, so yeah.
I should eat my croissant soon, and drink some of my water bottle. I'm kind of thirsty, and have to pee very mildly, but my fear of airplane bathrooms (I once got stuck in one and couldn't open the door) will prevent me from going there until I desperately have to. Backclick.
I think this song is almost over. It's very operetic and girlified.
I haven't updated more yet. I almost zoned out and dozed just now listening to Spelling Bee and Finland thingies.
Minimal turbulance so far.
Oh, looky, the next song is coming on.
Oh yayay! It's Mamma Mia from Mamma Mia! Sweeeeeet!
Byebye for now!
Time: 8:44 AM
Current Mood: Full
Current Music: Something from Iveda
On The Plane
I heard songs from Little Women and Hair Spray, neither of which I liked terribly well. I ate my croissant (well, most of it), and drank some water, and now feel very much stuffed.
Can't say I like this song much either. Lose.
This woman screams very annoyingly and loves screaming high e's. How very amazing.
Looking out the window, it looks bright and sunny out, as far as my lifor perception can gather.
Oooooh yes, it's Les Mis! Pip pip!
Time: 8:57 AM
Current Mood: Lazy
Can-rrent Music: Dirty Rotten Scoundrel Song
Whizzing Above Your Head Someplace
Hi.
So it was "Can You Hear The People Sing" from Les Mis, and then something from Phantom of the Opera that had a high E in it and was very interesting. And now it's something from Dirty Rotten Scoundrel whose title begins with Dirty Rotten.
We're suppossed to land at 3:00 EST, which is tight. Then we're going to check into the hotel, Dad's going to talk to the concierge about some tour for us tomorrow, we have dinner (possibly with Brett) then go back to the hotel and turn in, maybe after dessert and some more asking around and planning. Ooh, I think I'm waking up a bit more mow. gh my lack of sleep is starting to show. I was just so hyped last night I couldn't have slept.
Aaanyway, we're landing in NJ, which loses because I wanted to see
Dasha
israeliraindrop
and Aaron, but we're not staying, just going right to NY. Bummer.
For the record, I brought three boxes of Lolly-Bites on this trip, and I got four for Christmas.
Also for the record, I have not continued updating yet.
But I will as soon as I wake up a bit more.
Ooh, so song's over.
Oh, they just played the overture to Sweet Charity, or maybe this is it. It's called "If My Friends Could See Me Now." Wow.
Pips!
Time: 10:54 AM
Current Mood: Yay!
Current Music: Some Song
In The Plane
I am caught up! Officially! Here is all the catchup ketchuppy stuff, with some airplane info mixed in. Enjoy!
Then in English still:
Mrs. M: Oh, it's a bird! I thought it was an airplane flying low. (when we heard something outside)
Using Derek's BN, I felt it had an unusually crisp display, and when you turned it off, it was not fluffy, but rather very firm the ... crisp? Perhaps it was my imagination.
Then we took this spelling bee, which was ridiculously easy, and had a seventh grade word. Seriously, we had the same word in seventh grade, I remember these things. It was hilarious. There were a few words I wasn't sure of, but most were very easy, and this was funny because when I was younger they were always really hard. So either my spelling and vocabulary have improved, the tests got easier, or both.
Then in Math, we had another thing on the bulletin about the ESLETTER's, pronounced the Eslers, which are Expected Student Learning Results. They have this dude who talks about them and they known him Dr. ESLETTER, or Eric Simons Larry Ross, and they made him this theme song.
What does this mean?
"Everything they (you) haven't said is coming back to you."
It says that in my notes!
12-14
In yesterday's math test, the calculator dinged because I broke something, so I had to not use it during the test because I was too scared to reset in the quiet.
Before french:
Madame L: THIERRY, you're going to throw up!
In French, we went over stuff, like Worksheets.
Then this happened:
Madame C: What page are we on?
Me: (gives it)
Madame C: (pauses) Okay, you go.
(minute-long pause ensues)
Madame: Adele, we're waiting on you. Whenever you're ready.
Me: Oh, I didn't know!
Haha.
In History:
Me: Mr. H, is more than 400 words okay.
Mr. H: (teasingly) For you, yes, of course. But for Derek, no.
In Chem, we had a semi-hard quiz. I didn't have my Periodic Table, or BN, so I finished it in Resource.
No cookies, at break. Joe had invited me to go with him and D to pizza at my second or third favorite place in the world, the same place as Sara W's party. I found out after school that my mom wouldn't let me go because she felt I'd be late for the concert. But really it's because she enjoys depriving me of things. No, actually not. But the real reason is because she likes to make me miserable by fussing with my hair. And threatening me with makeup. Erlack!
In English, we talked about Deus Ex Machina, which I already knew about from The Vile Village; it's from Greek theater. In essence, it's "having a problem and having fod enter the action and resolve the issue," god as (from) a machine. Chin in hand, I was slightly zoned out when Mrs. M called on me.
"Caitlin, one thing you remember about Dionysus?"
"Wine," I went.
I found out later (like, next week), that Mrs. M doesn't like that answer. Oops?
Then Mrs. M asked me about "spelling things out versus a list," and which would be easier for me. I said she could do either. For the Greek terms, I mean.
I bumped into Joe before class; Joe was looking for him to escort him to the PAC.
Joe: Where's Derek?
Me: I dunno.
Joe: He's not here. (ran off)
Me: (shrugs) Okay.
Went into Math, where people kept calling Mrs. M Molly. She's getting married, and the guy she's marrying has the same last name as her, only with a D at the end. Isn't that amusing?
Then, the most hilarious thing ever:
Kid Named Mike: Molly! Mrs. N! Mizzzz N! Are you going to the dance?
Mrs. N: No.
Mike: I'll buy you a ticket. I'll take you; I'll dance with you! It'll be like a birthday present, Molly.
Mrs. N: (teasingly, but embarrassed) You are inferior to me and cannot call me by my first name.
Mike: But, Molly, we have that relationship, so I can.
Random Kid: You lose.
Me: (crack up because of the "you are the lose" thing, knowing that's not what the kid meant)
Mr. S: (laughing)
Me: I didn't even know there was a dance until today.
LATER:
Mr. S: I just went up to Mrs. N and was like, "Can I borrow a pencil?" And she said I'm just like the kids.
He had asked me for a pencil jokingly and I was like, "People ask me that in seriousness. They heckuv forget I don't use them."
And Mr. S was like, "How do you write? You don't turn in any work?"
So after Mr. S was like, "She said, 'J like the kids1'" I was like:
"Mr. S is a little boy.
Later:
Craig: (to a girl) You need to apply yourself!
Girl: Mrs. N! Craig's harrassing me.
Another Kid: Mrs. N's being harrassed too.
Mike: (coming in right on cue) I heard Mrs. N's pretty good at dancing.
Another Girl: She's engaged!
Mike: I have until June to woo her.
Mr. S: (softly to me) Whenever this stuff is being said, Mrs. N cracks up and turns very, very red.
Me: Aww, she's shy. That's why they do it.
Mr. S: She's accessible.
Mike: (continued pretending to flirt)
After class, Mara, AKA Paris in French, asked me if I was going back to Madame C's after class. She'd been in there yesterday for her test on the Choriste movie, while we were in for the script. I was all touched that she'd asked.
Then:
Me: I saw you, Joseph.
Joe: You didn't see me. You can't see anything.
Derek: I ran into Beth, and she took me to the PAC.
12-15
Oh, these are some extras and stuff.
At the concert, there was a spot on Mr. A's butt, while we were practicing: I, of course, couldn't see it, but all the girls did and told me. He was only in his Levis for practice, and was obviously going to change, but could they have pointed this out to me? No!
Then they decided it was a hole and so I told my mom, fearing he didn't know and would wear it to the show.
So she asked him and it turned out it was just a tag and then my mom realized he wouldn't even be wearing that stuff to the show and so she was very embarrassed.
Then I had a burp which tasted like spaghetti and it landed in Rachel's face, ish.
Um, wow, random ENGLISH notes from some day. John Jacob came in and was like, "Let's sing today; we have a singer in the second row." He knows me but Kirstin and Kat are also in that class so I wasn't sure if he meant me.
Then I had Math, and at Lunch, Rachel and I went into the locker room, to pee. It was all interestingish.
Then in Resource, I had my Chem test, and .do out that Derek can name any element's atokic number and group and period.
Then we got PSAT scores. I got a 99 in Writing, a 94 in Reading and a 62 in Math. Wow? Derek got 99's in everything. Mr. S went to me, "You seem disappointed."
And I was like, "Well, I'm not, I mean, well, yeah," in a very unconvincing way.
In Chorus, we practiced, and Mr. A gave a lecture about "Move Caitlin, girls, she won't notice that she's off!"
Oh, this is from the same day as I was writing aeab before the date.
So then Megan R was like, "Caitlin's streetsmart. Just nudge her and she'll move over."
Aww.
I got no pizza, but I got my BN back, and spazzed, posting to Talk 2, checking it out (it was on an uber slow rate just like last time, because according to Sam, obbd people in rocking chairs fix them, but in actuality it's probably just sighties who can't read braille and-or understand fast speech), and then went to the concert, where we missed our entrance in Snow Legend, but otherwise did okay. The night before was better. Wait, I didn't write about the night before yet, did I? Oh, I'm so confused. Whatever.
Everyone was like, "You got it back," all happy for me, when I told them.
My mom told me after the show that Derek had been playing piano in the back room with Joe and other people. We had been in the Chorus room the night before, and Rachel had been starving, but we played piano, and Josie played and sang, and it was tight.
In the car some day, we discussed the NY trip, and Derek's mom and I decided we can be paranoid together, vis a vis me being scared that flash cards needed to be in cases, despite shock resstance guarantees.
Then we discussed The Zone, when our Premiumness would expire, Guide Dog personalities (I thought to myself that they were like daenns and they show who you are), etc.
In French, Anna, Molly and I discussed Milk. I said that we're helping the cows, because we're basically helping them pee, ish. Anna said that people treat cows like machines, and we discussed cocoa with spices. I offered to bring my famous chocolate milk to the party the next day; it's just milk with about ten spoonfuls of chocolate powder per cubic milliliter of milk, heheh.
Um, what's this, now? "Paragraph breaks?" Okaaaay. Oh, I o, the default setting break things vis a vis navigating from line break to line break, so I had to fix that. I also discoverf I had no French program installed because my KSS Disk was erased. I have yet to reinstall that.
Then Derek was going, "You are such a free-eeak" to the tune of Bethlehemu.
Then in History, we worked on articles, and I copied mine, and Joe kept snatching my paper and then turning the pages so I lost my place and I'd brandish my fists and bellow. Very very funny.
Then in Chem.
Rachel: Did you read my LJ?
Me: No, I--
Rachel: What? You didn't? I hate you!
Haha.
She's turning into an LJ fanatic, like Yours Truly!
Anyway:
Rachel: Bring the folder, bring the two dollars you promised more.
Me: Yes, ma'am.
Then:
Rachel: What's the answer to number 1 on the homework?
Me: (not looking at it, but creating a file on the BN) It's D.
Rachel: (cracks us) No it's not! It says, hahaha.
Me: What?
Rachel: Okay, if you put D us the answer, it would go, "In the periodic table, Mendeleev did not always list elements in order of increasing atomic mass because he wanted to group elements with similar colors together." Haha!
Me: Uh no, haha.
Later:
Me: Successive ionization ottom autumn uh.
Rachel: Can you read today?
Me: No. Okay. Um ... the excessive agh, electronegadivity, I mean tivity, I mean ... gaaah!
Later:
Me: I'm speaking in code!
Rachel: Shut up, crazy child!
Later:
RaChel: RS.
Me: Which element is that? Rosium? Hahahahahahahaha!
Rachel: You work alone, Caitlin, I can't stand you anymore.
Me: I caaan't. (pretending to be devastated)
Rachel: I hate you. (jokingly)
Me: But Rachel, I don't know howowwhwhwoww!
Rachel: Ask him. (drew a happy face on my cheek, and started one on forehead) Take these off before the concert tonight.
Me: Never mind, stop drawing them! (snatched her hand away) I don't want my mom attacking my face before hand.
Rachel: (poked nose, causing me to open my mouth with pooched-out lips, for comedy sake)
Later:
Rachel: Only stupid people aren't tired.
Me: I guess I'm smart cuz I'm tired.
Rachel: No you're not, you don't act tired.
Me: (fell over)
Rachel: Good try.
Me: I'm never tired.
Rachel: Oh, yeah, right! That's why, when I'm on the phone with you, I get this, "Ooooh I'm so tired OOOOOOOOH yaaaaaaaawn!"
Later:
Me: Ready, rachel? Here we go! (here we go was in this little munchkin voice)
I made a fool of myself trying to do my chem with rachel's help. I finally finished "Chemie Chem Chem," as I called it, and Joe kept hitting buttons on the BN and exclaiming about how fast the display was moving at brunch. I got no oreos, but good homemade cookies. I found out that Joe is sick of the Anime club, especially now that he can watch whatever he wants whenever, at home.
Then in English, we had more intro to the bacchae, and in Math, Corbin fell over, and Mrs. N said she saw Mike C in the hall, and she skirted the perimeter to avoid him, haha. Then he started in again and she was like, "Don't start with this again, Mike." Haha.
Mr. S shared his "fifth grade falling over story," where he sstacked his head on the classroom floor. I joked, "That explains some things about you, Mr. S-Man."
Then we worked on division with columns, it was all synthetic? That's what it was called. Very weird.
Then at Lunch, we kept the lights out, mostly so I could prove to Derek and Joe that I'm not afraid of the dark, haha. We discussed the concert and various things, and then in Resource, I finished the Math test, and Derek edited my history story.
See Rachel's entry for notes on the concert and stuff. Basically we went to have Try-Tip sandwiches, and I found out that the BHG doesn't make the stellar chocolate chip cookies anymore. Derek knows which ones I mean: the one that make you really hyper? Anyway, they don't. And they have disgusting French fries that smell like sweat.
Then Rachel was having me rathereaead the door:
Rachel: What's that?
Me: A person!
Rachel: That's right. It's a girl, to show that this is Women's.
Me: How do you know it's a girl?
Rachel: Because she's wearing a dress.
Me: Guys wear dresses in plays.
Rachel: Riiight.
Me: What's this thing?
Rachel: Come on, you know what it is.
Me: No I don't.
Rachel: Come on. What do people sit in? In the bathroom?
Me: The toilet!
Rachel: (broke up laughing) It's a wheelchair)
The concert itself went well; Level 3 was adorable, even though their rendition of Jordan's Angels was very, very different and scary. Mrs. S made me go ahead of everyone to get on stage which kind of irked me, because I'm not a cripple, you know? I can walk fast.
Then Melanie was making me laugh and she let me drink out of her water bottle because I was still thirsty even after a trip to the drinking fountain. So I put my knee up to lean the bottle open, and she was like, "What are you doing?"
"Using my knee."
"Oh. Well, don't get water on your pants, or they'll turn purple. Caitlin, the bottle's dripping, watch it!"
I was drinking from the dripping water just as she said this, and I kind of broke up laughing and wound up spitting my mouthful of water on the ground.
The captain just announced that there is some turbulance (groans from Court) and asked us to keep our seat belts fastened. Some crazy broadway chick is wailing about men and how you can bend their strings and they're like dinosaurs and how they can always count on her.
Oops, lookie, I broke my strict note-taking format with updates about the flight. Yep, I am mixing now. Oh knows!
Melanie taught me the word beezy, as in "You're such a beezy!" I like it.
That was Randy Graph as a self-depricating second banana in something.
What, before that Jim Dale was singing from Barnam? Which one, which one? I didn't recognize his voice.
We had good solos, sandy won the raffle, we saw Ben, too.
Hunter: OMG (she litghally spelled it out) your voice!
Me: You should have said that in a nicer way.
Then we took Rachel home and she made me (heh) come in and have coacoa and she sneaked marshmallows into my cup, and I was also freaked and grossed out. Thus, I named her Marshmalow Face.
Then Rachel updated her LJ, which was the win.
Once home, my BN had a freezing battery, from being in the trunk, so I wrapped my little BN in two jackets and put it in my bed. After it laid there for awhile, I held it by the heater, pressed my hands on it to see if it was warming up (it was seriously ice cold), and checked the gauge, which kept reading "0-10 degrees."
Oh, also, my mom got Rachel a new braille code, complete with contractions at HumanWare when she picked up my BN.
We also did some piano playing at Rachel's, and I learned that Ryan and Rachel are very much atttached.
12-18 and on
I forgot to mention that one day, I met Derek in the street during his Mobility, and screamed his name!
Me: D! D! Deeeeeeee!
Derek: I CAN HEAR YOOOOOO!
Haha it was hilarious. Mr. C was cracking up and apparently, according to my mom, the person in the car next to us was laughing loads.
Then you know about Saturday, and on Sunever as know whings too, and then I was talking to
Lauren,
chickwith_stick
while weaiting for
Joe
takumifujiwara9
to finish his report so I could edit it. She was all sweet and pitying of me because it was like midnight and we weren't done yet.
"Lucky derek got to sleep," she said.
I also talked to Sam, who said, "Go to bed, fwooftank," which made me laugh.
In the morning, my right leg was randomly sore, like the kneecap was sore, and my lower back throbbed. The other day when I was complaining to Derek about being too weak to get up, Derek was like, "You're old. You're coming down with osteoporosis," and I found this funny.
I was not quite tired, though. I took my bath, and in the car we talked about Derek's mom skiing, blind, to get the feel for it or something, it was a requirement for the guide training thing. They want to learn to be guides so they can help Derek ski. She apparently ran into someone, and had vertigo, and her skis got stuck on her feet and she got bruises on her legs and aww.
Then we discussed Derek's missing cuff link extravaganza, from the concert. And just as we got into school, Joe was like, "Derek, we found your cuff link, it was at my house from when you changed after pizza."
Harhar.
In French, Molly was sad and I felt badly for her.
We sang jingle bells loads before class, haha. Then Derek, Joe and I went over the script.
Then in History, we put our paper together. And we had a lecture.
Then in Chem, I teased Rachel about not writing in LJ, and Rachel seemed sad and dejected, too, because she was tired and things.
Mr. L said something about cell phones and IPods that he saw lying out being sent to the North Pole for "regifting," which I found very amusing.
Rachel told me her Grandpa was doing a little better which I was glad to hear. Then I did more work with Rachel.
And I had Brunch, and we named Joe Jow and I can't remember why.
Aww, Matthew Broderick and Nathan Lane song from The Producers. Simba and Timone reunite.
Oh, I know, because of the OE circumflex. Joe would be J O-circumflex, and since o-circumflex is ow. And in the script that's what it did.
Then we made rhymes, like "he looks like a cow and a sow," haha.
Aww, Nathan sang some cool song with some girl.
Then in English, we did more with The Bacchae, and in Math, Mr. C told me about Michael Savage Hats, and how cops in SF get them free. Or did last week.
Then I did homework, and we had lunch in Resource and I found out that Mof C forgot Joe's name because he said to Derek, "Hey, is that Jimbob?" referring to Joe. Haha.
Um, what's this? "Michael is offensive, kellie blank space," um wow.
Derek and Joe find my "achoww" sneeze amusing; we discussed the many Lynn's, (Joe's mommy, aunt, etc), Mrs. Lummix, ... who is Kirstin Fleet, it says that.
What is this? "Triumph of communisim over catholicism me, communiform, commie, abolition of slavery," I think Joe was talking about all that.
"Mr. H of History is daily life on the home front?" OKAAAY.
In Resource, I finished my Math test, and English test, and read more of "Who Put That Hair On My Toothbrush," which is by the same author as Crash and Loser. It's hilarious, and I was laughing loads.
Then in Chorus, Rachel started picking me up.
We got new songs; Psalm 100, Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day, Sprst And Fall, Psalm 150, some latin one and My True Love Has My Heart.
Ooooooh it's For Good!
The Spring and Fall had weird lyrics, but I found out later it was by the same dude who wrote The Awakening.
Aww, a baby is crying.
I was missing Dixit because it hadn't gotten turned in, but it was found in my folder. Rachel and Christine were also missing, too, but they eventually found them.
Then during Mobility, I kept missing crossings, and when I got home, I ate bread and cheese, and found out everything's okay with my blood tests, 1but that I'll be having a little doc appointment on the 4 th along with an eye appointment and my first voice lesson with Christina R.
Derek, Joe and I were in need of working on our script, and I was about to call them when Michael T called sounding all sad, and he needed a directory, because he and Bronwhe A and Alex S were doing some project. So I got him his numbers. I told him we missed him. He said he'd had a horrible day and could call me back in two hours or so and discuss it. I said I had a ton of homework and so couldn't, but for him to call me soon.
His mom called mine a few days ago and said that Michael had had nine teeth pulled (he'd told us about it but not when), and that he was in a lot of pain. I may just call him from NY-Ville and see how he's doing.
At dinner, I had a big fight about stuff with Courtney, mostly about adoption and aborting kids if they have certain disabilities. I don't know how I got into it but it was really stupid and left me all moody. We got into it because of the doctor results, because they said I had to eat more, and COURT was saying that I should take pills to make me grow faster, because it's bad for you to be not growing by a certain age. She was like, "It might screw up your system, and you might not be able to have kids." Which got us going.
It was one of my favorite restaurants, though, and we like never go there. I had cheese toast, clam chowder, and chicken.
Ooh, it's the Broadway Take Me Or Leave Me.
I'm gonna listen.
Aww, and lookie, now it's Kristin in "You're A Good Man Charlie Brown."
This is sooo cute.
And now it's Wouldn't It Be Loverly with Julie Andrews. , love this song, it's like one of the first I learned with Leah.
Then we went to the grocery store, and I saw Nick P, and bought gum and a doughnut, and then worked on my script, zoned when I couldn't think anymore, had Lauren cheer me up, talked to Rachel K, complained about how I never have time to talk to anyone, saw people on ventrilo including Blink and
Kaitlyn
princesskaitlyn
and this new thirteen-year-old from Kentucky and Aaron and Jennifer P but I made myself not go on, because of needing to pracffice more.
I had my last homemade milkshake of 2006, and went to bed.
In the morning, I had my doughnut, and we did our play which went very well. Molly and the lights were swell, my cabbage shirt was amusing, we gave out cookies, Madame asked who did props, she asked Joe if he helped, and where was his costume (namely his big pillow for his stomach), etc. She said she watches Simpsons every day. She was saying how "Joe has to live up to Derek and Caitlin because they're so good," which was kind of sad because Joe is very good and just had stage fright, and I suck. But yeah, she was like, "You need to learn your lines; they were cuing you and they had more," etc etc. Poor Café.
We ran to History, and got there just in time. I had to stuff the last of my cookie into my mouth with two seconds to spare before the class started (Mr. H doesn't allow any food).
We watched a silent film, which had all this very basic piano, and then had a lecture.
Chem consisted of getting our quizzes back, and I found out that I, like, didn't interpret the stuff on the board, which was thus missed it on the test. Rachel got 66 out of 72, which was the highest score, and she made the curve, and so got a hundred. I didn't have mine back, it still has to get interlined, and so we were waiting on Mr. S I think. I was perpetually disappointed, and at Brunch, I was sad, but happy for Rachel. Then Jine was talking about chili fritos.
In English, Mrs. M asked about my tests, "break, courtney and said she liked my jacket," whatever that means ... I don't know any Courtney's in English.
We had a lecture and did more Bacchae.
In Math, we figured out how to do synthetic division again, and I go! it better.
At Lunch, Rachel came, and we tried to think of a name for Raimee's cheesecake.
"The BN say ke," um what?
We also went to the bathroom, met her friend Katie and others.
Derek said he'd bet I couldn't make my BN say live as in alive, instead of live, as in "I live at home."
Me: I bet I can.
Derek: Nah, you're too dumb.
Me: Yeah right.
(tried)
Lyve.
Me: I did it on the first try hahahahahahaha loser, you lose!
Derek: You're being an idiot.
Me: You're a pretty stupid furker haha.
Then in Chorus, Diana, or Diane, a past student, was there.
"Hi Caitlin," Mr. A said when I walked in with Rachel.
Then later he was like, "We're going to sing for Diana. Up on the chairs. Caitlin get ready." I stood up slowly, threw jacket down, and that's what I thought he meant, get ready because I was taking forever.
Then we stopped, right at the solo, and Sydney was like, "Caitlin!"
So I went, and was happy and pleased and awww.
Then Diane sang the solo, because she was the one who sang it on her class' CD.
Then we talked about Alaska, sang some songs, discovered that we'd gotten some pieces that weren't ours, the one about the margaret person is by the dude who wrote awakening, (oh I already said that).
Then I went home, had spaghetti, randomly read Shel Silverstein, checked email, Derek got his new sound card, read funny Shel poems to Derek, mainly the home sick one, went to the middle school concert, where everyone does their Green Critique practically. Joe suggested we call it the XX Green Critique Show: we provide an easy way for xxxhs students to write up their green critique, with an added bonus of the middle school parents being able to see their children perform their choral music.
There were tons of clipboards, and also white papers, which we predicted was from other high bechools. A good half said they were going in Concert Chinir, so yeah.
The concert was so cute: they did Kyrie, Viva Tuti and Ave Verum, old favorites of mine.
Mom got me McDonalds, and I did my homework,
Next morning, I realized I'd forgotten to post LJ, so I wrote, and then discussed Joe doing Trig over the summer, in the car.
Joe gave us presents, and I said he was a saint haha.
In French, I Joe gave Anna his present and Molly too, Molly got a Montepython calendar, and I had truffle pudding and bread, and Molly had cocoa, and we made a movie for Sophie.
"Every day in French we eat crepes and pudding, and drink hot chocolate and do weird stuff," Molly said to the movie.
"Aaaaaagh," Derek added.
I started singing, "Je suis ton oncle," with Suzanne in that hummy way we do.
Molly begged Joe to do his orc impression, he ate cheese crust, etc.
Wow, there was just a song on the country station by Erica Jo called "I Break Things." Heh.
In History, we finished the lecture, and Megan C and I won Extra Credit bingo thing, because we went really fastly.
In Chem, I gave Rachel her chocolates, and she awwed, and was like, "That's so nice, it made my day."
We took the test, which seemed kinda easyish but maybe not.
Who can tell?
Cutie Pie Hope Parlow, Who We Are is a good song.
No one hardly finished, so we get more time tomorrow, but I took the test for Resource, and Mr. L stamped my work, and was like, "You're taking the test with you, right?"
In English, we worked on AQOTWF, and in Math, I did homework, worked very hard, etc;
At Lunch, Rachel came, we walked in the mud, went to the bathroom, and then in Resource, Mrs. Lummix said hi to us, I worked on Chem, etc.
In Chorus, we worked on new songs, ... what's this? "Caitlin ... een i was writing," wow.
From school, I talked to Farhan, and made a new friend named Kate, talked to Lauren, Joe, Sam, found out Derek got an IPod, and a sandwich maker and grill.
Friday morning, in French, we sang, and listened to people sing, and Molly and I invented a country Jingle Bells and Drummer Boy, as well as pop rap jazz versions. We thed played Hangman, and had a shoving extravaganza in the halls, ... "i'm leaving (went the wrong way)", no idea what that is.
In History, Mr. H "lifted the ban on eating," while we took the tests. There were some amusing multiple choice answers as always.
1. Tanks were originally square and looked like fishbowls.
2. Mr. H is better than you. True or False
3. Rats are nasty.
4. Tanku veri much is the Latin phrase after which the word tank was made.
In the past, we had "whoisyourdaddy, mrhismydaddy," haha. See molly's journal for our first test.
This test was kind of hard, lots of matching which I hate. There was an extra credit assignment, and Mr. H said he'd get it brailleailled. He was asking Derek if he wanted to do it but Derek didn't hear, and Mr. H went, "Derek, why do you ignore me so? I've been talking to you for the past five minutes."
Then Derek told me about an Andy and Derek convo, consisting of them arguing about language.
In Chem, people finished their test, we ate candy.
Oh, before I forget. At Rachel's party on Saturday, I like forgot to write this down. We fed ducks bread, ran down the street with the umbrella and flashlight bobbing. I also tried to pick Rachel up and she did this weird arm lifty thing and we had good food and Heather was there.
And Friday night or some night I had a dream that Derek was driving
Bec
beeping_becky
and
Canadian Kaitlyn
princesskaitlyn
and that they were being chased and so was I, and I was driving with some random person, and Derek wanted to get in our car because he felt it was safer, but Bec, like, fell out of their car and Kaitlyn had to help her in because she'd like broken her ankle or something. It was very weird.
So, to continue, in English, a group of boys brought in a huge herm statue (the ones with the extended, elongated organs that I mentioned before) and sang, "Deck the halls with a big phallus," which was very crude but also quite funny. Mrs. M wanted it to be in the yearbook. We also learned more about the Bacchae and played some Heads Up, Seven Up.
In Math, we got homework. I was going to finish my Chem instead, but Mr. S said he'd rather have me do my Math in Math, so that if I had any questions I could use Mrs. N as a resource. So I did. People were talking about Cold Play, and the whole "what are you getting for christmas Mrs. N? she's getting me," thing going on with Mike.
"That's like coal," a girl responded after that. Mr. S seemed to find this highly amusing.
I got chocolate wafers from Mrs. N; she just left the box with me.
I gave it to Mr. S after having two.
"i've gotta get this away from me," he groaned. "I've eaten far too much food already."
At Lunch, we went into the cubicle, and I showed Joe some Avenue Q, and Rachel came in, and so did Leslie, and Rachel and I arm wrestled, and she was biting my fingers, and I spat on her pants in retaliation, 1hahaha it was so funny. In Resource, Derek and I made up a new expression: asphalt, in exchange for the a word.
Mr. S expressed his happiness that we had "freshly working BrailleNotes in the new year," haha.
In Chorus, we worked on new songs, listened to recrdings, said goodbye to Josie who is leaving to go back to Rachelland, AKA Australia, soon.
I guided Dad to the parking lot, and we had a long walk to the car. Derek pretended to complain. And I introduced conm to How To Eat Fried Worms.
I was euphoric at being home, without school. I emailed people, read friends page and so on. I also talked to Farhan I think.
More Extras 12-18
Oh no, already did that.
Saturday the 23 rd
I woke up at like six, peed, listened to my book, kept waking up and hearing snatches like miles away from the last ones, finally it ended, and I turned BN off, and promptly conked out again. I dreamed in French, which is supposed to mean you're, like, getting better at it.
I woke again at noon, had a toast and bath, a turkey and cheese and mayo sandwich, read friends page so I wouldn't lose more of it, made a pudding extravaganza with two Oreos without making a mess in the privacy of the vacated kitchen, talked to
Chris
Time: 4:01 AM
Current Mood: Excited
Current Music: Me Typing
On The Stairs
Hi!
Typical amusosity on the Get Ready front. I got into bed at about 11:00. Couldn't sleep for like an hour, obsessively thinking about the tripand being excited. I don't remember falling asleep, but the next thing I knew, I was awoken from my dreamless sleep. Didn't quite know where I was, what time it was either. My mom was talking to me and I was babbling about how I hadn't been able to fall asleep. Needless to say, I was very hyper. It was, like, 3:20 AM when she woke me up. I checked my E-Mail, jrote to Talk 2 and my friends page. Then it was time for me to get in the tub, so I went into our bathroom. Court was parked in front of the mirror, making herself look gorgeous. She was being very amusing and saying, "Oooooh, I feel so sick to my stomach this early, bleh." Haha.
Courtney's friend Brett called just as I was finishing. He's visiting NY and she wants to meet up with him. They want to go for dinner, ice skating and a movie (on separate days I think). I begged to be taken on the ice skating excursion, and Brett said I could because he had a friend named Sergio who would help me skate. Aww. How stellar. He asked if I'd skated before and I said yes. It's poor Courtney who doesn't like skating, and fell on the roller rink during my eleventh birthday party and sprained her wrist in front of a bunch of pitying eleven-year-olds.
Gosh, I'm soooo excited and rambly! I cannot wait to get to the airport, even though I don't like airports because they make me nervous. I guess I'm worried about missing our flight. And also about getting the BN through security. Like, what if they think it's a bomb? I should have gotten it a license, or something.
Anyway, wowie, I am very, very excited. Duh, I already said that!
Courtney Smith songs are running through my head and that makes me happy. I can't stop thinking about how amazing she is.
I get to wear sweatpants on the plane. Wootcakes!
Yay for small pleasures.
Maybe I will get Starbucks at the airport. Woooot!
Off I go!
Time: 4:23 AM
Current Mood: Eager
Current Music: Me Typing
On My Bedroom Floor
All packed, of course. I even hand-copied the phone numbers I'll need in case my BN dies, which is literally my biggest fear for this trip.
What would I do if I couldn't write everything down?
I am wearing my Sketchers shoes with the little velcro fastenings, so I can take them off in Security. We wouldn't want them thinking I'm a bomber. Yes, a little miniature blind bomber. How very appropriate.
ANYWAY, I have a big jacket on too, to keep off the morning's biting chill.
Did I mention that when I woke up I checked on TT and VT and no one was there? How evil! I didn't get to yell to someone to eleviate my pentup joyosity!
OH, I am sooo happy!
I may be hysterical again. Ish.
One last email checky before I go!
Time: 6:03 AM
Current Mood: Giddy
Current Music: Airport Sounds
In SFO
I helped Court bing about six miniature cosmetic bags downstairs and then we got in the limo.
The limo driver was quite funny; he seemed amused by Court and I and was all laughy and swervy when he drove.
We turned in our luggage first, and mom was spazzing because her pen didn't work, and everyone was spazzing, and Courtney's flat-iron wouldn't fit anywhere.
I was all paranoid that my BN would be taken from me at customs. I'd worried this already by now it came anew. Maybe they'd think my stellar bulldog sticker was some sort of terrorist emblem.
I tried to cling to my BN, afraid they'd throw it on the belt and demagnitize it with their testers. But when I was like, "It's a laptop, only Braille," the guy was just like:
"Put it here."
So I did and when I got it back I hugged it. Yes, I'M a loser.
Courtney's purse was chemically tested for explosives.
Now we're walking around, getting food, signing into board, etc.
My airport phobia is going away, thank God.
Mom said all this running around is making her tired. I said it was just a prelude to New York, which, as we all o, is Fast City.
I'm getting a croissant and water. Not for now, because I am not hungry this early.
Oh, joy, we get eggs and cereal on the plane, IE sheets of rubber and clumps of plastic. Blegh.
Now Dad and I are sitting in some chair, while Mom and Court bicker about what to get to snack on.
Welcome to a vacation with my family, haha.
Pip pip!
P.S. No dot 4's in this so far. Dang! I'm on a roll here!
Time: 7:39 AM
Current Mood: Happy
Current Music: Woooooo Goes The Plane
In An Airplane
Hi!
This is one
caitlin45 up in the air, floating waay above somewhere. My mom is currently sleeping with her mouth open and my dad and sister are mocking me for typing again. Dad says Mom looks like Vincent Something, who just passed awy. Frightening.
Poor Courtney was having a conniftion at take off. Asking me every two minutes when we were going to leave. I told her not quite yet, that she would see, hear and feel the wings open.
They're showing some movie I haven't heard of soon. My dad got online coupons for the headphones, which is the win because we get them free. Also, before the flight, one of the attendants, Dawn, came over to me and told me where all the exits were.
Thus far, I've had a piece of gum and two Lolly-Bites, and my dad pretended to throw a fit when he found me eating candy at this hour, but I said I "needed some," and Dad was like:
"You needed a boost."
Haha.
Anyway, I suppose I'll end up getting a soda at some point. I'm still catching up on my LJ notes from last week, but doing it in another file. When I'm done, I'll just stick them in here. But I wanted to make this journal come first. I'm practically done, which #ins. I'm gona spend some time checking out the headphone stations and stuff, which is always fun.
TTFN.
Time: 7:58 AM
Current Mood: Hmmm
Current Music: Court and Dad Talking
Looking Out The Window
No music is on yet. We got these nifty little headphones, those ones that you hook over the tops of your ears. It took me ages to make them fit, and even now they kind of flap.
Oh, yayers, the music is on, sweet.
Hmm, this is some song that sounds scary, like Alicia Keys gone wrong.
Blart, now it's gone. Um ... click? Oh, it's back. Let's change the channel. Or not, it keeps fading out. More like dying without a trace.
Courtney is talking to Dad about Brett. She's telling him not to put Brett through the third degree. Haha. Court's really excited to meet Brett.
Oh my gosh I'm good, that was Alicia Keys. Before him was "the brilliant David Grey from Manchester, UK." Amazing.
Cont-ental wishes me a happy holiday season.
Now it's the Black-Eyed Peas with some horrible song from their CD called Monkeybusiness. They're screaming and playing the notes D through C over and over and some girl is singing about "her love her love her love, her heart her heart her heart," and the guys say that they are spinning. How conidaous.
Ooh, terbulance. Courtney is now going, "Oh my God oh my God oh my Goooood," and clutching my wrist. Just before that, she asked how to work the headphones and I had to physically put them on her little ears, which she seemed to find amusing.
Click.
Now this is some boring jazz.
Click.
Someone is talking in Spanish.
Click.
Someone is singing loudly and countrifiedly.
Click.
Wow, it's "You're Rockin' The Boat" from Chicago. Perhaps this i; a Broadway station. There's hope.
This song's over, let's see what's next.
Oh, that's not from Chicago, that's from Guys and Dolls. Shows how much I aon't know.
Ah, this is Dreams Broadway Style. Sweeeet!
Now they're promoting something about a Broadway Visa Card thing, for box offices that accept visa debit cards. I'm instructed to call the broadway line toll free at 1-888-Broadway or visit Live Broadway Dot Com. Now I'm supposed to close my eyes and listen to I Have Dreamed from The King and I. I hate this show, and so will go:
Click,
and determinedly keep my eyes open.
Ish.
I think this is the movie that's on. It's called Batman Again, or something.
Oh oops I went backward, that's why it came on again.
Past the wailing KAI guy.
Now it's some guy talking about "breathing down our necks as son as we cash our pay checks." How very amazing.
This is starting to sound like an OJFA.
Not that that's a bad thing.
After the radio tour I'll stop writing about what's on, unless it's something worth writing about. But I figure it would be losy for my reputation to not ramble quite a bit on the plane, at least as much as
Patrick
did when he said he was writing an entry similar to mine. Haha, I love it!
Anyway, let's turn this country wailer who is talking about speakers on the windowsill. That's kind of a dumb place to be putting speakers.
Click.
It's the movie again. Probably the English version. But it's just crashing around now.
Click.
Some weird song with drumy whatsits. Where's the Radio Disneyish station?
I'm back at jazz.
Click.
Some screaming Good Charlotte mixed with rock type band.
Ooh, this is nice, some flutey classical thing.
Click.
Somebody already wore this girl's heart, apparently, because she's singing those words in a very low altoid voice.
Or is this a guy?
Um, what the furk? Yay for very loud, bellowing Spanish people bellowing some song with guitars and strings and trumpeters.
Clicky.
Blank.
Click.
Blank.
Click.
Movie. The guy is telling a little child why people attacked. It's because people fear. Especially the scary ones. He is showing the little child something, and asking if the mother will like it. The kid says yeah. The guy cuddles the kid. The dad says the city is suffering, after a scene change.
This is boring.
Click.
This is Broadway, someone is singing a tongue twisterish thing, it's very odd.
Click.
Soft rock music with rxom guys singing in D.
Click.
More classical opera.
Click.
Jazz again.
How stupid!
No Radio Disney, Teenyboppy type music?
This loses.
I'll just go back to the Broadway station and hope something decent comes on, because it's very hard to hear DiskMen on the plane.
Oh look we're bobbing around a bit. The trumpets are trumpeting toward the left edge of the image.
Backclick backclick.
Pass something that sounds like Dolly Partan.
Backclick.
Ethel Murman from some Gypsy thing. Ooh, a new show, good, good! Oh no, it's called Spelling Bee, how boring. It's not Wicked or AQ. Lose. They're saying hard words, and a kid is spelling.
They're singing about the Putnam County Spelling Bee. Aww.
This is cute.
Right, I must dash, and continue updating about the past, so I will be guiltless.
I'll write more here soon.
Pip pip!
Time: 8:27 AM
Current Mood: Happy but Sleepyish
Current Music: Some Country Wailer
On The Plane
Dude! They just played Finland from Spamalot! How special! And I found out the DJ is Kerry Shale, who narrated my unabridged tapes of The Wizard of Oz. He's an amazing ventriloquist. Anyway, now they're playing something from that Sitting On The Pia%za or whatever it's called. So I turned this country wailer on.
They distributed biscuits with cheddar cheese and egg in them. Too bad it's not a straight biscuit. I can't stand fake egg. I don't even like eggs that much period.
I just ripped off a hangnail because it was scratching my other fingers. Owwhw, it hurt, and I know I'm not supposed to do that, but it was annoying me, and I kept fidgeting with it. It was pretty tiny too, so yeah.
I should eat my croissant soon, and drink some of my water bottle. I'm kind of thirsty, and have to pee very mildly, but my fear of airplane bathrooms (I once got stuck in one and couldn't open the door) will prevent me from going there until I desperately have to. Backclick.
I think this song is almost over. It's very operetic and girlified.
I haven't updated more yet. I almost zoned out and dozed just now listening to Spelling Bee and Finland thingies.
Minimal turbulance so far.
Oh, looky, the next song is coming on.
Oh yayay! It's Mamma Mia from Mamma Mia! Sweeeeeet!
Byebye for now!
Time: 8:44 AM
Current Mood: Full
Current Music: Something from Iveda
On The Plane
I heard songs from Little Women and Hair Spray, neither of which I liked terribly well. I ate my croissant (well, most of it), and drank some water, and now feel very much stuffed.
Can't say I like this song much either. Lose.
This woman screams very annoyingly and loves screaming high e's. How very amazing.
Looking out the window, it looks bright and sunny out, as far as my lifor perception can gather.
Oooooh yes, it's Les Mis! Pip pip!
Time: 8:57 AM
Current Mood: Lazy
Can-rrent Music: Dirty Rotten Scoundrel Song
Whizzing Above Your Head Someplace
Hi.
So it was "Can You Hear The People Sing" from Les Mis, and then something from Phantom of the Opera that had a high E in it and was very interesting. And now it's something from Dirty Rotten Scoundrel whose title begins with Dirty Rotten.
We're suppossed to land at 3:00 EST, which is tight. Then we're going to check into the hotel, Dad's going to talk to the concierge about some tour for us tomorrow, we have dinner (possibly with Brett) then go back to the hotel and turn in, maybe after dessert and some more asking around and planning. Ooh, I think I'm waking up a bit more mow. gh my lack of sleep is starting to show. I was just so hyped last night I couldn't have slept.
Aaanyway, we're landing in NJ, which loses because I wanted to see
Dasha
israeliraindrop and Aaron, but we're not staying, just going right to NY. Bummer.
For the record, I brought three boxes of Lolly-Bites on this trip, and I got four for Christmas.
Also for the record, I have not continued updating yet.
But I will as soon as I wake up a bit more.
Ooh, so song's over.
Oh, they just played the overture to Sweet Charity, or maybe this is it. It's called "If My Friends Could See Me Now." Wow.
Pips!
Time: 10:54 AM
Current Mood: Yay!
Current Music: Some Song
In The Plane
I am caught up! Officially! Here is all the catchup ketchuppy stuff, with some airplane info mixed in. Enjoy!
Then in English still:
Mrs. M: Oh, it's a bird! I thought it was an airplane flying low. (when we heard something outside)
Using Derek's BN, I felt it had an unusually crisp display, and when you turned it off, it was not fluffy, but rather very firm the ... crisp? Perhaps it was my imagination.
Then we took this spelling bee, which was ridiculously easy, and had a seventh grade word. Seriously, we had the same word in seventh grade, I remember these things. It was hilarious. There were a few words I wasn't sure of, but most were very easy, and this was funny because when I was younger they were always really hard. So either my spelling and vocabulary have improved, the tests got easier, or both.
Then in Math, we had another thing on the bulletin about the ESLETTER's, pronounced the Eslers, which are Expected Student Learning Results. They have this dude who talks about them and they known him Dr. ESLETTER, or Eric Simons Larry Ross, and they made him this theme song.
What does this mean?
"Everything they (you) haven't said is coming back to you."
It says that in my notes!
12-14
In yesterday's math test, the calculator dinged because I broke something, so I had to not use it during the test because I was too scared to reset in the quiet.
Before french:
Madame L: THIERRY, you're going to throw up!
In French, we went over stuff, like Worksheets.
Then this happened:
Madame C: What page are we on?
Me: (gives it)
Madame C: (pauses) Okay, you go.
(minute-long pause ensues)
Madame: Adele, we're waiting on you. Whenever you're ready.
Me: Oh, I didn't know!
Haha.
In History:
Me: Mr. H, is more than 400 words okay.
Mr. H: (teasingly) For you, yes, of course. But for Derek, no.
In Chem, we had a semi-hard quiz. I didn't have my Periodic Table, or BN, so I finished it in Resource.
No cookies, at break. Joe had invited me to go with him and D to pizza at my second or third favorite place in the world, the same place as Sara W's party. I found out after school that my mom wouldn't let me go because she felt I'd be late for the concert. But really it's because she enjoys depriving me of things. No, actually not. But the real reason is because she likes to make me miserable by fussing with my hair. And threatening me with makeup. Erlack!
In English, we talked about Deus Ex Machina, which I already knew about from The Vile Village; it's from Greek theater. In essence, it's "having a problem and having fod enter the action and resolve the issue," god as (from) a machine. Chin in hand, I was slightly zoned out when Mrs. M called on me.
"Caitlin, one thing you remember about Dionysus?"
"Wine," I went.
I found out later (like, next week), that Mrs. M doesn't like that answer. Oops?
Then Mrs. M asked me about "spelling things out versus a list," and which would be easier for me. I said she could do either. For the Greek terms, I mean.
I bumped into Joe before class; Joe was looking for him to escort him to the PAC.
Joe: Where's Derek?
Me: I dunno.
Joe: He's not here. (ran off)
Me: (shrugs) Okay.
Went into Math, where people kept calling Mrs. M Molly. She's getting married, and the guy she's marrying has the same last name as her, only with a D at the end. Isn't that amusing?
Then, the most hilarious thing ever:
Kid Named Mike: Molly! Mrs. N! Mizzzz N! Are you going to the dance?
Mrs. N: No.
Mike: I'll buy you a ticket. I'll take you; I'll dance with you! It'll be like a birthday present, Molly.
Mrs. N: (teasingly, but embarrassed) You are inferior to me and cannot call me by my first name.
Mike: But, Molly, we have that relationship, so I can.
Random Kid: You lose.
Me: (crack up because of the "you are the lose" thing, knowing that's not what the kid meant)
Mr. S: (laughing)
Me: I didn't even know there was a dance until today.
LATER:
Mr. S: I just went up to Mrs. N and was like, "Can I borrow a pencil?" And she said I'm just like the kids.
He had asked me for a pencil jokingly and I was like, "People ask me that in seriousness. They heckuv forget I don't use them."
And Mr. S was like, "How do you write? You don't turn in any work?"
So after Mr. S was like, "She said, 'J like the kids1'" I was like:
"Mr. S is a little boy.
Later:
Craig: (to a girl) You need to apply yourself!
Girl: Mrs. N! Craig's harrassing me.
Another Kid: Mrs. N's being harrassed too.
Mike: (coming in right on cue) I heard Mrs. N's pretty good at dancing.
Another Girl: She's engaged!
Mike: I have until June to woo her.
Mr. S: (softly to me) Whenever this stuff is being said, Mrs. N cracks up and turns very, very red.
Me: Aww, she's shy. That's why they do it.
Mr. S: She's accessible.
Mike: (continued pretending to flirt)
After class, Mara, AKA Paris in French, asked me if I was going back to Madame C's after class. She'd been in there yesterday for her test on the Choriste movie, while we were in for the script. I was all touched that she'd asked.
Then:
Me: I saw you, Joseph.
Joe: You didn't see me. You can't see anything.
Derek: I ran into Beth, and she took me to the PAC.
12-15
Oh, these are some extras and stuff.
At the concert, there was a spot on Mr. A's butt, while we were practicing: I, of course, couldn't see it, but all the girls did and told me. He was only in his Levis for practice, and was obviously going to change, but could they have pointed this out to me? No!
Then they decided it was a hole and so I told my mom, fearing he didn't know and would wear it to the show.
So she asked him and it turned out it was just a tag and then my mom realized he wouldn't even be wearing that stuff to the show and so she was very embarrassed.
Then I had a burp which tasted like spaghetti and it landed in Rachel's face, ish.
Um, wow, random ENGLISH notes from some day. John Jacob came in and was like, "Let's sing today; we have a singer in the second row." He knows me but Kirstin and Kat are also in that class so I wasn't sure if he meant me.
Then I had Math, and at Lunch, Rachel and I went into the locker room, to pee. It was all interestingish.
Then in Resource, I had my Chem test, and .do out that Derek can name any element's atokic number and group and period.
Then we got PSAT scores. I got a 99 in Writing, a 94 in Reading and a 62 in Math. Wow? Derek got 99's in everything. Mr. S went to me, "You seem disappointed."
And I was like, "Well, I'm not, I mean, well, yeah," in a very unconvincing way.
In Chorus, we practiced, and Mr. A gave a lecture about "Move Caitlin, girls, she won't notice that she's off!"
Oh, this is from the same day as I was writing aeab before the date.
So then Megan R was like, "Caitlin's streetsmart. Just nudge her and she'll move over."
Aww.
I got no pizza, but I got my BN back, and spazzed, posting to Talk 2, checking it out (it was on an uber slow rate just like last time, because according to Sam, obbd people in rocking chairs fix them, but in actuality it's probably just sighties who can't read braille and-or understand fast speech), and then went to the concert, where we missed our entrance in Snow Legend, but otherwise did okay. The night before was better. Wait, I didn't write about the night before yet, did I? Oh, I'm so confused. Whatever.
Everyone was like, "You got it back," all happy for me, when I told them.
My mom told me after the show that Derek had been playing piano in the back room with Joe and other people. We had been in the Chorus room the night before, and Rachel had been starving, but we played piano, and Josie played and sang, and it was tight.
In the car some day, we discussed the NY trip, and Derek's mom and I decided we can be paranoid together, vis a vis me being scared that flash cards needed to be in cases, despite shock resstance guarantees.
Then we discussed The Zone, when our Premiumness would expire, Guide Dog personalities (I thought to myself that they were like daenns and they show who you are), etc.
In French, Anna, Molly and I discussed Milk. I said that we're helping the cows, because we're basically helping them pee, ish. Anna said that people treat cows like machines, and we discussed cocoa with spices. I offered to bring my famous chocolate milk to the party the next day; it's just milk with about ten spoonfuls of chocolate powder per cubic milliliter of milk, heheh.
Um, what's this, now? "Paragraph breaks?" Okaaaay. Oh, I o, the default setting break things vis a vis navigating from line break to line break, so I had to fix that. I also discoverf I had no French program installed because my KSS Disk was erased. I have yet to reinstall that.
Then Derek was going, "You are such a free-eeak" to the tune of Bethlehemu.
Then in History, we worked on articles, and I copied mine, and Joe kept snatching my paper and then turning the pages so I lost my place and I'd brandish my fists and bellow. Very very funny.
Then in Chem.
Rachel: Did you read my LJ?
Me: No, I--
Rachel: What? You didn't? I hate you!
Haha.
She's turning into an LJ fanatic, like Yours Truly!
Anyway:
Rachel: Bring the folder, bring the two dollars you promised more.
Me: Yes, ma'am.
Then:
Rachel: What's the answer to number 1 on the homework?
Me: (not looking at it, but creating a file on the BN) It's D.
Rachel: (cracks us) No it's not! It says, hahaha.
Me: What?
Rachel: Okay, if you put D us the answer, it would go, "In the periodic table, Mendeleev did not always list elements in order of increasing atomic mass because he wanted to group elements with similar colors together." Haha!
Me: Uh no, haha.
Later:
Me: Successive ionization ottom autumn uh.
Rachel: Can you read today?
Me: No. Okay. Um ... the excessive agh, electronegadivity, I mean tivity, I mean ... gaaah!
Later:
Me: I'm speaking in code!
Rachel: Shut up, crazy child!
Later:
RaChel: RS.
Me: Which element is that? Rosium? Hahahahahahahaha!
Rachel: You work alone, Caitlin, I can't stand you anymore.
Me: I caaan't. (pretending to be devastated)
Rachel: I hate you. (jokingly)
Me: But Rachel, I don't know howowwhwhwoww!
Rachel: Ask him. (drew a happy face on my cheek, and started one on forehead) Take these off before the concert tonight.
Me: Never mind, stop drawing them! (snatched her hand away) I don't want my mom attacking my face before hand.
Rachel: (poked nose, causing me to open my mouth with pooched-out lips, for comedy sake)
Later:
Rachel: Only stupid people aren't tired.
Me: I guess I'm smart cuz I'm tired.
Rachel: No you're not, you don't act tired.
Me: (fell over)
Rachel: Good try.
Me: I'm never tired.
Rachel: Oh, yeah, right! That's why, when I'm on the phone with you, I get this, "Ooooh I'm so tired OOOOOOOOH yaaaaaaaawn!"
Later:
Me: Ready, rachel? Here we go! (here we go was in this little munchkin voice)
I made a fool of myself trying to do my chem with rachel's help. I finally finished "Chemie Chem Chem," as I called it, and Joe kept hitting buttons on the BN and exclaiming about how fast the display was moving at brunch. I got no oreos, but good homemade cookies. I found out that Joe is sick of the Anime club, especially now that he can watch whatever he wants whenever, at home.
Then in English, we had more intro to the bacchae, and in Math, Corbin fell over, and Mrs. N said she saw Mike C in the hall, and she skirted the perimeter to avoid him, haha. Then he started in again and she was like, "Don't start with this again, Mike." Haha.
Mr. S shared his "fifth grade falling over story," where he sstacked his head on the classroom floor. I joked, "That explains some things about you, Mr. S-Man."
Then we worked on division with columns, it was all synthetic? That's what it was called. Very weird.
Then at Lunch, we kept the lights out, mostly so I could prove to Derek and Joe that I'm not afraid of the dark, haha. We discussed the concert and various things, and then in Resource, I finished the Math test, and Derek edited my history story.
See Rachel's entry for notes on the concert and stuff. Basically we went to have Try-Tip sandwiches, and I found out that the BHG doesn't make the stellar chocolate chip cookies anymore. Derek knows which ones I mean: the one that make you really hyper? Anyway, they don't. And they have disgusting French fries that smell like sweat.
Then Rachel was having me rathereaead the door:
Rachel: What's that?
Me: A person!
Rachel: That's right. It's a girl, to show that this is Women's.
Me: How do you know it's a girl?
Rachel: Because she's wearing a dress.
Me: Guys wear dresses in plays.
Rachel: Riiight.
Me: What's this thing?
Rachel: Come on, you know what it is.
Me: No I don't.
Rachel: Come on. What do people sit in? In the bathroom?
Me: The toilet!
Rachel: (broke up laughing) It's a wheelchair)
The concert itself went well; Level 3 was adorable, even though their rendition of Jordan's Angels was very, very different and scary. Mrs. S made me go ahead of everyone to get on stage which kind of irked me, because I'm not a cripple, you know? I can walk fast.
Then Melanie was making me laugh and she let me drink out of her water bottle because I was still thirsty even after a trip to the drinking fountain. So I put my knee up to lean the bottle open, and she was like, "What are you doing?"
"Using my knee."
"Oh. Well, don't get water on your pants, or they'll turn purple. Caitlin, the bottle's dripping, watch it!"
I was drinking from the dripping water just as she said this, and I kind of broke up laughing and wound up spitting my mouthful of water on the ground.
The captain just announced that there is some turbulance (groans from Court) and asked us to keep our seat belts fastened. Some crazy broadway chick is wailing about men and how you can bend their strings and they're like dinosaurs and how they can always count on her.
Oops, lookie, I broke my strict note-taking format with updates about the flight. Yep, I am mixing now. Oh knows!
Melanie taught me the word beezy, as in "You're such a beezy!" I like it.
That was Randy Graph as a self-depricating second banana in something.
What, before that Jim Dale was singing from Barnam? Which one, which one? I didn't recognize his voice.
We had good solos, sandy won the raffle, we saw Ben, too.
Hunter: OMG (she litghally spelled it out) your voice!
Me: You should have said that in a nicer way.
Then we took Rachel home and she made me (heh) come in and have coacoa and she sneaked marshmallows into my cup, and I was also freaked and grossed out. Thus, I named her Marshmalow Face.
Then Rachel updated her LJ, which was the win.
Once home, my BN had a freezing battery, from being in the trunk, so I wrapped my little BN in two jackets and put it in my bed. After it laid there for awhile, I held it by the heater, pressed my hands on it to see if it was warming up (it was seriously ice cold), and checked the gauge, which kept reading "0-10 degrees."
Oh, also, my mom got Rachel a new braille code, complete with contractions at HumanWare when she picked up my BN.
We also did some piano playing at Rachel's, and I learned that Ryan and Rachel are very much atttached.
12-18 and on
I forgot to mention that one day, I met Derek in the street during his Mobility, and screamed his name!
Me: D! D! Deeeeeeee!
Derek: I CAN HEAR YOOOOOO!
Haha it was hilarious. Mr. C was cracking up and apparently, according to my mom, the person in the car next to us was laughing loads.
Then you know about Saturday, and on Sunever as know whings too, and then I was talking to
Lauren,
chickwith_stick while weaiting for
Joe
takumifujiwara9 to finish his report so I could edit it. She was all sweet and pitying of me because it was like midnight and we weren't done yet.
"Lucky derek got to sleep," she said.
I also talked to Sam, who said, "Go to bed, fwooftank," which made me laugh.
In the morning, my right leg was randomly sore, like the kneecap was sore, and my lower back throbbed. The other day when I was complaining to Derek about being too weak to get up, Derek was like, "You're old. You're coming down with osteoporosis," and I found this funny.
I was not quite tired, though. I took my bath, and in the car we talked about Derek's mom skiing, blind, to get the feel for it or something, it was a requirement for the guide training thing. They want to learn to be guides so they can help Derek ski. She apparently ran into someone, and had vertigo, and her skis got stuck on her feet and she got bruises on her legs and aww.
Then we discussed Derek's missing cuff link extravaganza, from the concert. And just as we got into school, Joe was like, "Derek, we found your cuff link, it was at my house from when you changed after pizza."
Harhar.
In French, Molly was sad and I felt badly for her.
We sang jingle bells loads before class, haha. Then Derek, Joe and I went over the script.
Then in History, we put our paper together. And we had a lecture.
Then in Chem, I teased Rachel about not writing in LJ, and Rachel seemed sad and dejected, too, because she was tired and things.
Mr. L said something about cell phones and IPods that he saw lying out being sent to the North Pole for "regifting," which I found very amusing.
Rachel told me her Grandpa was doing a little better which I was glad to hear. Then I did more work with Rachel.
And I had Brunch, and we named Joe Jow and I can't remember why.
Aww, Matthew Broderick and Nathan Lane song from The Producers. Simba and Timone reunite.
Oh, I know, because of the OE circumflex. Joe would be J O-circumflex, and since o-circumflex is ow. And in the script that's what it did.
Then we made rhymes, like "he looks like a cow and a sow," haha.
Aww, Nathan sang some cool song with some girl.
Then in English, we did more with The Bacchae, and in Math, Mr. C told me about Michael Savage Hats, and how cops in SF get them free. Or did last week.
Then I did homework, and we had lunch in Resource and I found out that Mof C forgot Joe's name because he said to Derek, "Hey, is that Jimbob?" referring to Joe. Haha.
Um, what's this? "Michael is offensive, kellie blank space," um wow.
Derek and Joe find my "achoww" sneeze amusing; we discussed the many Lynn's, (Joe's mommy, aunt, etc), Mrs. Lummix, ... who is Kirstin Fleet, it says that.
What is this? "Triumph of communisim over catholicism me, communiform, commie, abolition of slavery," I think Joe was talking about all that.
"Mr. H of History is daily life on the home front?" OKAAAY.
In Resource, I finished my Math test, and English test, and read more of "Who Put That Hair On My Toothbrush," which is by the same author as Crash and Loser. It's hilarious, and I was laughing loads.
Then in Chorus, Rachel started picking me up.
We got new songs; Psalm 100, Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day, Sprst And Fall, Psalm 150, some latin one and My True Love Has My Heart.
Ooooooh it's For Good!
The Spring and Fall had weird lyrics, but I found out later it was by the same dude who wrote The Awakening.
Aww, a baby is crying.
I was missing Dixit because it hadn't gotten turned in, but it was found in my folder. Rachel and Christine were also missing, too, but they eventually found them.
Then during Mobility, I kept missing crossings, and when I got home, I ate bread and cheese, and found out everything's okay with my blood tests, 1but that I'll be having a little doc appointment on the 4 th along with an eye appointment and my first voice lesson with Christina R.
Derek, Joe and I were in need of working on our script, and I was about to call them when Michael T called sounding all sad, and he needed a directory, because he and Bronwhe A and Alex S were doing some project. So I got him his numbers. I told him we missed him. He said he'd had a horrible day and could call me back in two hours or so and discuss it. I said I had a ton of homework and so couldn't, but for him to call me soon.
His mom called mine a few days ago and said that Michael had had nine teeth pulled (he'd told us about it but not when), and that he was in a lot of pain. I may just call him from NY-Ville and see how he's doing.
At dinner, I had a big fight about stuff with Courtney, mostly about adoption and aborting kids if they have certain disabilities. I don't know how I got into it but it was really stupid and left me all moody. We got into it because of the doctor results, because they said I had to eat more, and COURT was saying that I should take pills to make me grow faster, because it's bad for you to be not growing by a certain age. She was like, "It might screw up your system, and you might not be able to have kids." Which got us going.
It was one of my favorite restaurants, though, and we like never go there. I had cheese toast, clam chowder, and chicken.
Ooh, it's the Broadway Take Me Or Leave Me.
I'm gonna listen.
Aww, and lookie, now it's Kristin in "You're A Good Man Charlie Brown."
This is sooo cute.
And now it's Wouldn't It Be Loverly with Julie Andrews. , love this song, it's like one of the first I learned with Leah.
Then we went to the grocery store, and I saw Nick P, and bought gum and a doughnut, and then worked on my script, zoned when I couldn't think anymore, had Lauren cheer me up, talked to Rachel K, complained about how I never have time to talk to anyone, saw people on ventrilo including Blink and
Kaitlyn
princesskaitlyn and this new thirteen-year-old from Kentucky and Aaron and Jennifer P but I made myself not go on, because of needing to pracffice more.
I had my last homemade milkshake of 2006, and went to bed.
In the morning, I had my doughnut, and we did our play which went very well. Molly and the lights were swell, my cabbage shirt was amusing, we gave out cookies, Madame asked who did props, she asked Joe if he helped, and where was his costume (namely his big pillow for his stomach), etc. She said she watches Simpsons every day. She was saying how "Joe has to live up to Derek and Caitlin because they're so good," which was kind of sad because Joe is very good and just had stage fright, and I suck. But yeah, she was like, "You need to learn your lines; they were cuing you and they had more," etc etc. Poor Café.
We ran to History, and got there just in time. I had to stuff the last of my cookie into my mouth with two seconds to spare before the class started (Mr. H doesn't allow any food).
We watched a silent film, which had all this very basic piano, and then had a lecture.
Chem consisted of getting our quizzes back, and I found out that I, like, didn't interpret the stuff on the board, which was thus missed it on the test. Rachel got 66 out of 72, which was the highest score, and she made the curve, and so got a hundred. I didn't have mine back, it still has to get interlined, and so we were waiting on Mr. S I think. I was perpetually disappointed, and at Brunch, I was sad, but happy for Rachel. Then Jine was talking about chili fritos.
In English, Mrs. M asked about my tests, "break, courtney and said she liked my jacket," whatever that means ... I don't know any Courtney's in English.
We had a lecture and did more Bacchae.
In Math, we figured out how to do synthetic division again, and I go! it better.
At Lunch, Rachel came, and we tried to think of a name for Raimee's cheesecake.
"The BN say ke," um what?
We also went to the bathroom, met her friend Katie and others.
Derek said he'd bet I couldn't make my BN say live as in alive, instead of live, as in "I live at home."
Me: I bet I can.
Derek: Nah, you're too dumb.
Me: Yeah right.
(tried)
Lyve.
Me: I did it on the first try hahahahahahaha loser, you lose!
Derek: You're being an idiot.
Me: You're a pretty stupid furker haha.
Then in Chorus, Diana, or Diane, a past student, was there.
"Hi Caitlin," Mr. A said when I walked in with Rachel.
Then later he was like, "We're going to sing for Diana. Up on the chairs. Caitlin get ready." I stood up slowly, threw jacket down, and that's what I thought he meant, get ready because I was taking forever.
Then we stopped, right at the solo, and Sydney was like, "Caitlin!"
So I went, and was happy and pleased and awww.
Then Diane sang the solo, because she was the one who sang it on her class' CD.
Then we talked about Alaska, sang some songs, discovered that we'd gotten some pieces that weren't ours, the one about the margaret person is by the dude who wrote awakening, (oh I already said that).
Then I went home, had spaghetti, randomly read Shel Silverstein, checked email, Derek got his new sound card, read funny Shel poems to Derek, mainly the home sick one, went to the middle school concert, where everyone does their Green Critique practically. Joe suggested we call it the XX Green Critique Show: we provide an easy way for xxxhs students to write up their green critique, with an added bonus of the middle school parents being able to see their children perform their choral music.
There were tons of clipboards, and also white papers, which we predicted was from other high bechools. A good half said they were going in Concert Chinir, so yeah.
The concert was so cute: they did Kyrie, Viva Tuti and Ave Verum, old favorites of mine.
Mom got me McDonalds, and I did my homework,
Next morning, I realized I'd forgotten to post LJ, so I wrote, and then discussed Joe doing Trig over the summer, in the car.
Joe gave us presents, and I said he was a saint haha.
In French, I Joe gave Anna his present and Molly too, Molly got a Montepython calendar, and I had truffle pudding and bread, and Molly had cocoa, and we made a movie for Sophie.
"Every day in French we eat crepes and pudding, and drink hot chocolate and do weird stuff," Molly said to the movie.
"Aaaaaagh," Derek added.
I started singing, "Je suis ton oncle," with Suzanne in that hummy way we do.
Molly begged Joe to do his orc impression, he ate cheese crust, etc.
Wow, there was just a song on the country station by Erica Jo called "I Break Things." Heh.
In History, we finished the lecture, and Megan C and I won Extra Credit bingo thing, because we went really fastly.
In Chem, I gave Rachel her chocolates, and she awwed, and was like, "That's so nice, it made my day."
We took the test, which seemed kinda easyish but maybe not.
Who can tell?
Cutie Pie Hope Parlow, Who We Are is a good song.
No one hardly finished, so we get more time tomorrow, but I took the test for Resource, and Mr. L stamped my work, and was like, "You're taking the test with you, right?"
In English, we worked on AQOTWF, and in Math, I did homework, worked very hard, etc;
At Lunch, Rachel came, we walked in the mud, went to the bathroom, and then in Resource, Mrs. Lummix said hi to us, I worked on Chem, etc.
In Chorus, we worked on new songs, ... what's this? "Caitlin ... een i was writing," wow.
From school, I talked to Farhan, and made a new friend named Kate, talked to Lauren, Joe, Sam, found out Derek got an IPod, and a sandwich maker and grill.
Friday morning, in French, we sang, and listened to people sing, and Molly and I invented a country Jingle Bells and Drummer Boy, as well as pop rap jazz versions. We thed played Hangman, and had a shoving extravaganza in the halls, ... "i'm leaving (went the wrong way)", no idea what that is.
In History, Mr. H "lifted the ban on eating," while we took the tests. There were some amusing multiple choice answers as always.
1. Tanks were originally square and looked like fishbowls.
2. Mr. H is better than you. True or False
3. Rats are nasty.
4. Tanku veri much is the Latin phrase after which the word tank was made.
In the past, we had "whoisyourdaddy, mrhismydaddy," haha. See molly's journal for our first test.
This test was kind of hard, lots of matching which I hate. There was an extra credit assignment, and Mr. H said he'd get it brailleailled. He was asking Derek if he wanted to do it but Derek didn't hear, and Mr. H went, "Derek, why do you ignore me so? I've been talking to you for the past five minutes."
Then Derek told me about an Andy and Derek convo, consisting of them arguing about language.
In Chem, people finished their test, we ate candy.
Oh, before I forget. At Rachel's party on Saturday, I like forgot to write this down. We fed ducks bread, ran down the street with the umbrella and flashlight bobbing. I also tried to pick Rachel up and she did this weird arm lifty thing and we had good food and Heather was there.
And Friday night or some night I had a dream that Derek was driving
Bec
beeping_becky and
Canadian Kaitlyn
princesskaitlyn and that they were being chased and so was I, and I was driving with some random person, and Derek wanted to get in our car because he felt it was safer, but Bec, like, fell out of their car and Kaitlyn had to help her in because she'd like broken her ankle or something. It was very weird.
So, to continue, in English, a group of boys brought in a huge herm statue (the ones with the extended, elongated organs that I mentioned before) and sang, "Deck the halls with a big phallus," which was very crude but also quite funny. Mrs. M wanted it to be in the yearbook. We also learned more about the Bacchae and played some Heads Up, Seven Up.
In Math, we got homework. I was going to finish my Chem instead, but Mr. S said he'd rather have me do my Math in Math, so that if I had any questions I could use Mrs. N as a resource. So I did. People were talking about Cold Play, and the whole "what are you getting for christmas Mrs. N? she's getting me," thing going on with Mike.
"That's like coal," a girl responded after that. Mr. S seemed to find this highly amusing.
I got chocolate wafers from Mrs. N; she just left the box with me.
I gave it to Mr. S after having two.
"i've gotta get this away from me," he groaned. "I've eaten far too much food already."
At Lunch, we went into the cubicle, and I showed Joe some Avenue Q, and Rachel came in, and so did Leslie, and Rachel and I arm wrestled, and she was biting my fingers, and I spat on her pants in retaliation, 1hahaha it was so funny. In Resource, Derek and I made up a new expression: asphalt, in exchange for the a word.
Mr. S expressed his happiness that we had "freshly working BrailleNotes in the new year," haha.
In Chorus, we worked on new songs, listened to recrdings, said goodbye to Josie who is leaving to go back to Rachelland, AKA Australia, soon.
I guided Dad to the parking lot, and we had a long walk to the car. Derek pretended to complain. And I introduced conm to How To Eat Fried Worms.
I was euphoric at being home, without school. I emailed people, read friends page and so on. I also talked to Farhan I think.
More Extras 12-18
Oh no, already did that.
Saturday the 23 rd
I woke up at like six, peed, listened to my book, kept waking up and hearing snatches like miles away from the last ones, finally it ended, and I turned BN off, and promptly conked out again. I dreamed in French, which is supposed to mean you're, like, getting better at it.
I woke again at noon, had a toast and bath, a turkey and cheese and mayo sandwich, read friends page so I wouldn't lose more of it, made a pudding extravaganza with two Oreos without making a mess in the privacy of the vacated kitchen, talked to
Chris
and
Hayden
on TT.
Christmas Eve
I talked to Farhan and my new pally Kate in the morning, found out that Derek has Email and MSN from Kentucky, or KFC-Land, as I have just now christened it, took a bath, talked to Court about Nicholas Sparks, found out poor Craig's grandmother's sick, and that he's worried. God, I miss my big bro so much. Court doesn't talk to him as much of I miss h%m.
I collected LJ notes, but, as you know, feel like i'm missing some. You have the rest somewhere, probably.
You know about Christmas Eve from there on out. After I posted LJ, I watched Christmas Story, ate a roll, and discovered that I forgot my adapter at Grandma's, but Dad can get it because he works in SF and sleeps at their house.
Christmas Day
I listened to mz book in the morning, fell back asleep, got a phonecall from D, thought it was a school day, remembered it wasn't, said hi and merry Christmas to his family as they ambled in, talked to Farhan and Andre and Maria and random people on TT, Andre said Happy Christmas to my mom, Courtney said she loves his accent, my mom said she loves his music, Andre teased me about my my friends page and communities list and how huge they are, from when I added like a maniacal weirdo.
I gave out my cards, got Lolly-Bites, money, and the Rent Movie CD from Court. I mostly got gift cards and candy at Grandma's from all the cousins.
I got two shirts from American Eagle also: one that said "live life" and one with a patch on the back type thing.
Mom loved her purse and Court her scarves, and Dad got a portfolio for his work.
Then Court and I listened to Rent, and I burned my arm on the heater, and, in the bath, mildly nicked my index and middle fingers with my shaver razor thing, which lost. They didn't bleed, though; it was my first time nicking them. They just kind of ... had little bits of skin that flapped. They didn't hurt at all, just flapped flappily.
And now, looky at Christmas Day excerpts from my private files.
I sat through the first part, listening to the conversation, not joining in child, hearing the rain pound outside. But once we tucked into the turkey, I somehow felt more at ease. As I devoured the milky gravy and turkey, and the %mashed potatoes, I felt relaxed, and joined into the conversations about New York and Internet relationships, and listened attentively to the news of the police station. Sasha is so sweet and was very talkative and amusing. She gave me a crushing hug upon my leaving and told me to take care. And I had a scrumptious dessert called Holiday Satin, which was a pie crust filed with chocolate mousse pudding with whipped cream. I picked at the crust which tasted kind of like a funnelcake, but lapped up the pudding and whip eagerly.
I'd venture to say this was one of the best Christmas Days; the time when I played Bop-It Extreme 2 the whole time was probably the best ever.
MR. H kicked me out, hornets in my mom's rthen I came home, read friends page and took some quizzes. & I disçovered Courtney Smith. Woot!
Í had a dream that night that Mr. H kicked me out of his class for being insolent, I was going up the stairs with an old person, Anna LM and grace L were related, which makes sense since Graçe does have a sister named Anna.
I spent yesterday packing, Green Critiquing, talking to Rachel, E-Mailing, listening to music, and writing to Courtney Smith's mom, who is very sweet and looked at Derek's and my web site. I was very excited to have communicated with her.
I talked to
Caitlin
and agreed to call her in NY to finalize as she had to eat. I then talked to
TJ
and his mommy offered to have us all over and gave my mom NY survival tips.
Then TJ and I talked on the phone for awhile, talking about very strange things indeed: deejays, streaming, hoovers, drunken Columbians, Mark (T's little bro), mp 3 players, camiflaged thingies, serving my whole family, bluetooth, christmas goodies, etc. Twas good fun! Eventually, TJ made me get off the phone and paçk, because I was supposed to be doing that. I had eggs for dinner, packed and then updated while listening to Avenue Q. My dad went on the Net and I had to help him reply to an E-Mail, which frightened me.
And lookie, that's the end of catching up! I have done it!
Court is now trying to nap, after going to the bathroom which apparently stank and had a clogged sink. The radio playings have doubled back and I just passed Les Mis again.
I don't know what I feel like doing now. Actually, I do: I feel like landing, haha. Ah well. Maybe I'll go read for now, or maybe just curl up and listen, or work on the Story that Sucks, but I don't really feel like doing that. We'll see. Bye for now.
Wow, this is a long entry for today! 55 braille pages, thus far! Woot!
Anyway, byebye for now.
Time: 5:51 PM EST
Current Mood: Hyper
Current Music: Traffic
In The Tammo
Hi!
So for the rest of the plane ride, I just listened to the music and petted Courtney who felt a little sickly. Peanuts got distributed , I didn't want any.
As Finland was playing for the third time of the flight, we prepared to exit the flight. It had been fun, with just the right amount of turbulance to make it a bit of an adventure. Plus, I never had to use the bathroom. Woot!
Mom and I went to the bathroom while Dad and Court looed out for the luggage. Then Mom grabbed the cases off as Dad went off to pee. It took them forever to show up for some reason. Then we called a tammo, as I have called it, it's a sort of taxi-limo thing, and wheeled our suitcases outside to wait. This, in itself, was an adventure, as I tried to wheel mine onto an escalator, was off center, got the side caught on the stationary side of the escalator and yeah. I was being carried up the escalator, clinging to the handle of my case, which was determinedly not moving, so I had to kind of do a mad, scampering jig back down the stairs to hang onto it.
It was cold outside but pleasantly so. Mom remembered that she had forgotten to pack my big NY jacket and nearly had a conniption fit. Then we decided we'd just get another one tonight or something.
It turned out we were waiting in the wrong spot for the tammo, so we went and moved, going down another escalator in the process. I got on all right this time, but was so exuberant about yanking the thing on that it sort of fell down the step, but not all the way, so it was sort of suspended between two steps. I knew it would even out oky when the step folded down and conveyed us of%f onto the platform, but I had to hold it steady with one foot planted between the case and the step, while firmly balancing with my other foot on the step below for anchorage. I must have looked quite an amusing sight.
Courtney talked to Brett, and tried to arrange a rendez-vous, but not knowing what time we'd be checked in and settled at the hotel made things more difficult.
Eventually, after Courtney said her face was freezing, and I'd plunked down on my suitcase for a rest, the tammo pulled up. It had a really dinky trunk and not all the cases could fit in it, so my Dad currently has a case on his lap. With his bd hips and all. Poor guy.
Mom is conked out and says she has a headache from lack of food. Courtney is currently either dozing or zoning out. Brett just called to check up on us, but we were stuck in the same spot for, like, ten minutes, so yeah.
Also, when Court hung up with Brett, and, moaning with fatigue, put her head on my shoulder, I tried to pet her head and accidentally poked her in the eye, which sent us both into paroxisms.
It's so cool being in NJ; I keep imagining bumping into Dasha every corner, imagining that I'm nest her school and the CVS she goes to and that all her friends have probably walked these streets.
Anyway, I should go, as I don't want to annoy my family, nor the nice tammo driver, who keeps checking up on my poor cramped father, who is definitely going to need a hip replacement after this ordeal. Of all the rotten luck, we had to get the car with the tiny boot. I offered to put the case on me but no one took me seriously. Go figure. Just because I am small, they don't have to discriminate.
I waited awhile to write so I could heat up. I love NY, the traffic sounds and the cold breeze. It's nippy but not icy, not a hint of snow of course. Yet. There's still hope.
Hungry, I am. Meh.
But very, very hyper. I seem to be the only "! with spunk left and I don't know why. I only got, like, three hours of sleep, but I feel like running a marathon right now, just about. If I had some food in me, it'd be perfect.
This tammo driver's celly just rang, and it has a nifty ringtone.
I have eaten four Lolly-Bites and two sticks of gum thus far. It's keeping me going, and working well. Oh, and a croissant.
Right, I must dash for now. Pip pip!
Time: 6:35 PM
Current Mood: Amused
Current Music: Something Weird
In The Hotel Lobby
We finally got out of with tammo. The guy charged us extra (because it took so long I guess.) I think that's kind of loserish, considering my dad was nearly killed by the suitcase sitting on him. Even though he said it was nothing.
Then there was this lame scaffolding that I crawled under and everyone else walked around, and my dad had to feed sthe suitcases under the rail. Then there was no ramp leading to the hotel doors. Mom went up the stairs first. Dad was all set to do mine, but I was bound and determined to do it myself. I'd done it in Hawaii with Chorus and I could do it now. %Pushing Mom's suitcase up to help her with one hand, I hung onto my case with another, and walked, pulled, walked, pulled, until I reached the top. By the time I had reached the top, Mom's case was up, and Í had nothing to push against, so I was sort of waving around on one leg at a sideways tilt, my upper body whipping back and forth madly while I heaved the case up. My mom laughed and said, "Mn little trooper," and Courtney was screaming behind me that her case was too heavy. Given, she ha%s two suitcases all together, bulging with a mosmetic wardrobe probably worth at least three hundred bucks (ish), so her cases might well be heavier, but it was funny.
Then there was one of those push-style doors. You know the kind where you push, go into a room of glass doors, spin around and then come out the other side? The foldy walls one! Like in the M's Diner back home. Anyway, it was one of those and my mom took me through last, because it's hard to maneuver a blind kid with a big suitcase into them because they swing around so fast. One suitcase fell over when Court and Dad were getting it this, and Dad nearly tripped and fell into a group of women, poor guy. He is gonna be sooo tired. No wonder he doesn't like vacations a great deal; he's such a gentlemen and ends up doing all this horrendous work. Must suck. Sometimes I wish Í were a big, rough toueagh guy, so I could help Daddy. Aww. Mommy's great about doing a ton of work, too; she packed for Court, herself and me. It's a wonder she only forgot one thing, especially considering she was packing all in one day, us being so busy earlier.
Anyway, @ had fun maneuvering my suitcase here to this little loungey place we're in now. Apparently the hotel is very pretty. It smell%s like the little stores in S Avenue back home.
Í love rolling suitcases, hearing the clunks, feeling out the pavement. Having it give my shoes flat tires. At the airport I ran it into an inanimate object and apologized, how amusing.
Two rooms for the price of one tonight, that's pretty sweet! Tomorrow we don't though, ish. Wow. Nifty.
Tomorrow after two o'clock our room will be ready. We have to repack after tonight, though, which kind of loses. We get two double beds, which is the largest standard room. That's pretty sweet. Two rooms'll be fun for the first night. Court wants to keep the two separate rooms.
Time: 6:52 PM
Current Mood: Pleased
Current Music: Fans, Doors, etc
In Room 1655 (ours is 1651 or something)
Ovw plush carpets and silky floors, into a nifty elevator that has a sort of breezey sound outside, into the rooms. Court and I are gona share, and Mom and Dad. Cuz !you have queen beds and t'%d just be scary if one of us had to sleep with old Bozo. Anyway, Mom's gonna stay with me tonight in my room because Court may go out with Brett and they don't want me to be alone. We have a cooler bathroom, with a full counter. Dad's rom has got a tiny bathroom (Çourtney nearly had a vagal reaçtion when she saw how small it was and that it had no room for primping) but it had a big desk with a chair and a bench and stuff.
Courtney is glaad she gets the mirror.
Court's and my roo%m and this one are both dinky (@a la New York), but that's a plus as it will be easy for me to navigate. The bathroom is teeny.
And we may go to Carnegie Delí at some point, woot for foot high sandwiches!
Right, I shall go, for lack of anything better to say. Mom and Dad keep telling me to sit. Heh.
It's seven already, wootness.
Right, we're gonna eat food soon. I'm gonna bring mble BN as many places as possible.
Bye for now!
Time: 7:40 PM
Current Mood: Hmmm
Current Music: Creaky Doors
In The Hotel
Brett's here and we're going to dinner. Fun with suitcases, Courtney fussing over how bad she thinks she looks, etc.
We got tickets to the Odd Couple; I saw some people who got tickets to Avenue Q and practically dreuled all over them.
Courtney will be glad to have the Primp Imporium, AKA Full-Length mirror and full acoutriments tomorrow. Twill be fun!
I had written a little bit and lost it and this ticks me off.
The lady who sold us the tickets sounded just like Mada%me C. It was hilarious. Her name was Shoshana. Sweet name.
I'%m excited to meet Brett. Should be fun. He and Sergio and Court are going to dinner and Mom, Dad and I are going ourselves.
I had the hiccups earlier.
I wanna see AQ loads.
We're going now.
TheStelbar-Mobile, AKA elevator just rang in B. Woot!
And Bozo's coughing again. The doc actually made him bring his inhaler! Bye!
Time: 9:48 PM
Current Mood: Content
Current Music: Some song in C Sharp
In Some Hotel
Hi!
We've stopped so that Dad can call Grandma and Grandpa and let them know we're not dead. Another hígh point about being here with the EST time zone is that we can call home easily, since they're three hours behind us and will be awake. We just have to be careful about the morning, but who besides me would be up to talking on the phone in the morning anyway?
Anyway, we met Brett and Sergeo! Brett is about twenty-foot tall (okay, six foot seven or so, according to Court). He was very nice and shook my hand. Sergeo sounded a bit familiar, though I couldn't have coined who he sounded like. We talked for awhile and then Court went off with them to have dinndinns.
We went to a place called Patsy's but the wait was an hour, and since we had a lot of hunger between us, we went to a hotel and asked where to eat.
Time: #aaccbh PM
Current Mood: Happy but Sleepy
Current Music: Bédtime Prep Sounds
In The Kids' Room
So to continue; I got sidetracked because Dad decided to call Gra%m on his celly.
We were recommended to go to Joey G's. It was down this little flight of steps, almost in a little hole, and it was heckuv good. Facaccia brea%d and spaghetti with the bolanazie or however the flip not spell it. I stuffed my face.
Then Mom and Da%d decided to walk about a hundred miles so they could stare a%t Times Square, the same place where, incidentally, for Chorus, we had to take a picture after Wicked. Anyway, we walked, like, fourteen blocks away from our hotel, and Mom and Dad randomly decided to take a taxi back, so I cuddled up between them and tried to regain some body temperature.
Once back at the hotel, Mom and I watched the Broadway Channel, and then I got ready for bed. Court is carting her things in now, and preparing to spend a glorious night with just me, her little sister. The parentals are going to wake us up.
I would do a phonepost now, but I think it's a bit too late to be talking at full volume. We already got a note asking us to be quiet because there are stewardess type people in another room.
Court just patted my foot (which was dangling off our huge bed), and said, "Ooh, we're gonna have a girls' night." She had fun with Brett and Sergío, theywent to an Italian place too. The waiter called Courtney bella, which, of course, she ate right up.
Off I go for tonight. Ta ta!
