And so it begins...

Today was the first day of senior high for me today at PCA, and as is evident, I survived the first day, I think that's a good sign. I now pity all those who have gone before me in the transition from Junior to Senior high.

It started with Mom waking me up at 6:30 a.m. which, knowing me, is not the wisest thing ti be doing at any time of year. However, she was bringing an offering of hot coffee, so all was forgiven. Ya know, coffee and some good, loud headbanging music first thing in the morning, it can actually get me beyond unconsiousness, which is a good thing I guess... Then, of course, there was the traditional first-day-of-school-ritual-of-taking-a-picture-with-the-bus-coming-down-the-road. Whoopee.

Then, when we got to school, I had to give the big-cousin talk to Matt, who was is your standard Grade 8 rookie, and find me sceduele, and make my way up to Mr. D's room for 10.1 Soc, on the 3 floor... Then for 2 periods, I had to keep a backpack, and shopping baggie, and a binder somewhere near my desk without having them kicked across the room. THEN we went to homeroom, where we were all assinged lockers about as wide as your average CD tower... sheesh. Seriously, I can barely fit my backpack in there! Argh...

Then for 4 periods, with an hour-long stop in between, I had Mr. H for science 10.1 and French 10. I don't believe it, which teacher gives out homework on the first day of school?!?!

Then I got Miss. P for Drama last two periods, which was fun, since I love drama class and I had Miss. P for the drama production Much Ado About Nothing in grade 8. We had to act out fairy tales, I think the Star Wars version of Peter Pan was my favorite, after our Matrix version of the 3 little pigs.

And then next term I get English, Bible/Computers, Phys-Ed, and pure Math, that'll be interesting... if I survive highschool that long! Yeesh...

Not my brightest idea....

So I arranged to go over to a friends house yesterday after church, planning on drooling over their kittens, burning any and all Oilers propraganda that we could find (shoot! I knew we forgot to do something!) and messing around with the band instruments. Yes, we got most of that done. BUT....

My friends have a few horses, a Tennesse Walker named Sarah, a small pony named Rosie, and her yearling 'it', Rocky. I have ridden Rosie before, on numerous occasions, so Jody and I decide that she needs exercise, she's fatter than normal, lets go for a few rides.

Whoops.

Amy was taking her turn on the pony, and Jody wanted to practice getting her into the trailer, so Amy decided to stay on the horse, for the sheer joy of it. Rosie went in OK, but the jump in made Amy lose her balance and take a small tumble/jump of the horse. That should have warned me that riding was a bad idea that day, but...

Keep in mind, this is a short, fat pony that I have ridden several times before, all bareback riding, so I'm used (in its loosest term) to her. She is stubborn, but she has never been able to dump me before, this should be a cakewalk. Wrongo.

I was riding her at a trot next to the concrete driveway, away from the corral, but she wanted her friends, and she was tired of being riden, so she jumped of the bank onto the driveway, making me lose my balance, then crossed over and started trotting back home, with me on the side next to the electric fence. Not an ideal situation. Imagine: Me, hanging on to the horse's neck for dear life, trying to stay away from the fence, while Jody and Amy are yelling for me to jump off.

Ponys. Argh.

I finally land on my feet a few inches away from the fence, very cheesed off at the darn pony, but agree with the girls that I have to get back on. So what do we do? We lead the pony to the porch for me to get up from the step.

Again, whoops.

Just as I get my leg over her back, she backs away, and I land on my rear on the concrete, feeling incredibly sore! Darn pony...

I finally get back on the horse, than Amy gets a ride, but by now we are both so cheesed at Rosie that we just but her away, then go inside and change, cause Rosie wasn't sweating much, just enough for us to get a ton of mud and hair on our jeans. Argh.

This will be a decent summer-story tale at school, I know KJ and Dad were entertained by that story! Grr. I haven't had an injury of the month all summer (besides needing my own personal massager after yardwork on Saturday, but that doesn't count), but now I can say that I am a real horseperson twice over now.

Yippee.

Pirates who don't do anything

Hilarity in it's finest form... lol!

Pirates of the Caribbean!

Mom and I went to go see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest last Friday

It was soooooooooooooooooooooooooo good, much darker than the first one, but still, incredibly good. I mean, it's Jack Sparrow *cheer* and Will Turner *sigh*, how bad can it get? It was really good, so if anyone were to ask my opinion, which I note they're not, (love LOTR too!) I would highly recommend that they watch it.

OK, if this YouTube video that I have attempted to blog works, you will experience a near-perfect combination of the Pirates who don't do Anything (I love Reliant K!) and POTC.

And since I'm too lazy to figure out how the heck I blogged that other Ask A Ninja video: watch this (keep in mind, that is just one ninja's opinion, not nesiserily accurate either (argh! can't type today!). I, personally, have not met anyone who thought the second one was a waste of money)


Yeah, it's a good movie, totally open for #3.

Off topic, I know, but: what the heck is the legend of Davy Jones?

Sigh.....

So two of my best friends have moved away, and I'm already wondering how the heck I am going to get through next year in school without them. They've only been gone a short time, one not even a week, and I already feel as if 2/100 (alright, Mr. Picky, 1/50!) of me is gone (as you can see, I have a bunch of friends, but those two were really close).

Tina left a couple of weeks ago to make the rounds in Quebec (you heard me, Quebec) before heading back to Peru with her folks. I was lucky enough to have her in my homeroom, as well as most of my other classes, during Grade 9. We were almost always partners, esp. in science class, where partners were normally a must, and would usually be the one the other phoned if one of us forgot our homework assingment. Tina said she might come back for grade 12 to graduate with us, I informed her she had to at least come up and visit! I think everyone my our class misses her.

Then we get to 'Cupgirl', who was in a grade below me, which is odd, since she is at least half a year older than I am (which isn't too difficult I guess, since I'm young for my grade anyways. Devon and Tasha have to suffer junior high one more year as well, and they're both older than me to, strange). She was the mainest source of prank ideas/helpers (sorry J and Becky F), while I supplied most of the victims (Dave.... your not reading this, are you?!), showed me the wonders of Youtube, esp the Ask A Ninja site, introduced me to Final Fantasy II (which, by the way, I have yet to figure out), and was one of the first members of my (somewhat) large adopted fambly, (which, incidently, includes Paula, Meadow, and Spoke, with others.) as well as most of her family, still working on Little Sister #1.
She left a couple of days ago with her mom for Lethbridge, I've informed her that she has to come back and visit us at least once a month, we'll miss her too much otherwise. Besides, I need more water balloons! (Alright, none of you saw that last little remark)

And then Kelly and Amber, along with their parents and little siblings, are moving to Australia as missionaries, absolutley no word on when they'll be back, but we ordered Kelly at a 'surprise' going away party for him that they had to come back, no ifs, ands, or buts.

Sheesh, it seems as if all my friends are moving away! What am I going to do? Not liking this at all.... argh. Well, if they get around to reading this.... you are absolutley forbidden to get yourself killed without seeing me first!

Ya heard that phrase "Ya never know what you've got til it's gone"? (That, for those who are wondering, I got that from a Toby Mac song) I'm feeling the message of that line right now!

At least I still have J, and Beca, and Becky, and KJ, and Meadow........ what would I do without you guys?!