17:26 - 2004-05-11
The Educational Adventures of Pajama Mastah
Wow, I must be breaking some kind of record. How many times can I possibly be seen by strangers in my pajamas?
So far probably twice.
Yesterday my parental unit felt a sudden urgent NEED to cut some limbs off of our tree in the front yard. As usual, I had showered pretty early, and expected an unexciting evening, so I had changed into my sleep wear and proceeded to relax. Then suddenly and urgently, my father announced that he NEEDED my assistance. He NEEDED someone to hand him up the chainsaw. I would be that someone, since my sister, despite being fully dressed, was busy playing her violin.
Don't like to think of myself as being ridiculously modest (not by my standards anyway), but who really wants to be out in their front yard in their sleep clothes? I am only thankful that I recently obtained new, more orthodox, and above all, more MODEST pajamas.
Because there were a lot of people driving down our street turning their heads to notice the wet-headed chick holding the chainsaw in her jammies and her poor, large, dad-shaped cat that had gotten stuck up in the tree. The tree was also in several pieces already, with one massive bough cracking off and bending down to the ground. We caused a lot of unecessary auto accidents. Me, Dee, and my PJs.
I suppose he got tired of my constant distractions (butterflies, grass, shiny objects, etc), so he sent me back in.
Then today, someone rings my doorbell. I look and it is my neighbor, Misty, she wants to know if my phone is working. This was probably the only instance in the last six months or so wherein I wasn't on the phone, (in fact, I had just got off) so I let her know that, yes, it was working (I gasp to think what would happen if it wasn't. The other one- The battery died last night, stupid thing! What would I do?! PHONE!! *hyperventalates*).
But, yet again, I had to answer the do' wet-headed and be-PJed. Oh well tho.
If you were wondering why I've been so stinking busy, I can easily explain in five simple words:
James and the Giant Peach.
I was involved in the production of a play (incidentally having a name similar to those five little words), and that means that for about three months, I was not allowed to live. every day after school: rehearsing. Saturdays: rehearsing. Running petty errands, waiting to rehearse, rehearsing, or waiting to run petty errands. Okay, so maybe it wasn't that bad. I did get a really (delightfully) annoying castinet shaped ike a ladybug, and a [secret item] that I can't wait to play with. It's a secret because, uh, well I figure everyone who reads this will figure it out in good time. ^_^ You'll see. Don't assume now. You know that never works.
Menger-sensei held Varsity Choir auditions yesterday. Sightreading contained a Fi (luckily for us, there was only one). We are only sad little Freshmen, so we NEVER get accidentals in our sightreading. If this makes no sense, imagine being a beginning pilot who only knows how to fly straight, gain altitude and lose altitude, then your teacher tests you with a banking curve when you're auditioning for your pilot's liscense.
But I still got 64 out of 64 points! She said I should go to a All State Choir Camp! Sounds prestigious, not fun, but prestigious ^_^ Though, I'm sure it'll be a drag when I eventually actually have to do it, I am pretty proud.
A couple of weekends ago, Niichan and I went around town getting pictures of various Latin/Mexican things for a project cooked up by none other than Mr Donovan. Mozaic, mango, papaya, fajitas, peppers, you know. We also got some pictures of things we didn't actually need - like Darth Vader, a parking lot, a pidgeon, Gollum, and this wooden owl. It was quite an entertaining little adventure.
I cannot wait to be free.
