tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209943012024-03-07T01:04:16.022-05:00Amanda's PlaygroundOh, lord. A blog started in 2005 by a very self-assured teenager and resurrected from the ashes of cringe by a very neurotic adult. Let's do this.Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-69115793706101487602017-02-01T18:23:00.000-05:002017-02-01T19:04:21.035-05:00Why Do I Do This?Well. Hello.<br />
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I'm not really sure where to begin (again). This post feels like the Fuller House or Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life of my blog, except this was never as popular as their predecessors and this still feels just as lame of a revival attempt.<br />
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(I have not watched either show, but am not terribly fond of reboots in general, with notable exceptions.)<br />
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My name is still Amanda. I'm now 25 years old with a full-time job, an apartment, a cat and a boyfriend. I did not acquire those things in that order.<br />
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Reading this thing is so surreal. I don't recognize the girl in these posts. The one who was SO SURE that she understood ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING. I do not miss her ignorance, but I do miss her confidence. But as the saying goes, the more I learn, the less I know. And that does quite a number on your confidence.<br />
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Honestly, I can't believe I can still access this blog, but I'd forgotten that Google acquired Blogger some time ago, so it's all linked through my Google account. If I were Google, I'd see "last post: 2009" and be like "welp, this one's a lost cause. LOCKED FOR POSTERITY!" I'm thankful that they did not do that, especially as I'm drifting further and further away from Tumblr and still want some kind of space that primarily text-based where I can put my sporadic word vomits.<br />
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I have to go back to work now, so here are a couple of thoughts:<br />
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<li>For posterity, the old blog URL was amandasworldrocks.blogspot.com </li>
<li>It's so weird reading these old posts because I now realize that I've always had a very definitive voice. You can read something I wrote and be like "yah Amanda totes wrote it bruh" (or however kids talk nowadays). But my voice in 2005 is all "LOL SO RANDUMB. CHEESE!!!!!!!!!! >:D" and now I can't quite pinpoint what it's like now. Composed? In any case, I'm not complaining. If I still wrote the same way I did at 14, I'd put away my keyboard forever. </li>
<li>In the meantime should you peruse my old writing, please please PLEASE don't be too offended. I PROMISE you that I have grown up SIGNIFICANTLY and 100% acknowledge that I was a problematic little fuck back in the day. I trust that you, dear reader, are nuanced enough to understand that pretty much all 14-year-olds are the worst people until they eventually aren't. Posts from 2005-2009 largely do not reflect my current views. I say "largely" because I haven't re-read them all and don't particularly care to do so. </li>
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Until next time, whenever that may be.Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-18734514888059111052009-07-02T13:17:00.000-04:002009-07-02T13:18:35.127-04:00WTFJULY????<span style="font-family:arial;">I think I said this last July, but it bears repeating...HOW CAN IT BE JULY ALREADY??</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh, my LORD. It has been the craziest months EVER! I can't even begin to begin, except I have to. So...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">1.) I graduated high school! Hell, yeah!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">2.) I went to Senior Week at Deep Creek Lake! Ballin'!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">3.) I work for Vector Marketing instead of Carroll Lutheran Village! HOLLER!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">4.) I'm going to Towson University in the fall! HELL YEAH BALLIN' HOLLABACK, BITCHES!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I don't even really feel like updating, so here's the thing: this blog is officially over. I'm serious. This blog is my high school blog, documenting the life and times of Amanda Storey, and it's been the best, most friggen wild ride of my life. But the college experience is going to be so freaking ballin' that it is deserving of its own new blog! So look for </span><a href="http://happyworldcollegetime.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://happyworldCOLLEGEtime.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> sometime soon! Hopefully, links aren't case sensitive. If they are, don't capitalize college.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Honestly, this blog was pretty much the best ever, and even if no one but me reads it ever, it's here for posterity for as long as the Internet exists. Or, until Blogger catches on and deletes it. Whichever comes first.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So now, by the power vested in me, I hereby declare this blog DEFUNCT. This probably doesn't make any difference, since I updated once every 19 months or so. XD But for all intents and purposes: done.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Thanks for the memories.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">LOVE ALWAYS,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">--AMANDA <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-26503884121366540902009-02-20T14:03:00.000-05:002009-02-20T14:04:40.561-05:00Look! An update that isn't a year later!Go, me!<br /><br />I'm actually writing this in AP Music Theory, so I admire my rebelliousness. They'll probably block this site on the school servers soon, though (alliteration, FTW).<br /><br />All-State is NEXT WEEK, and I came back from a youth retreat last weekend. I miss my small group so much! They are all awesome, and I've added them all on Facebook. Plus, there was a very cute boy in my group, so mucho brownie points for that. Speaking of which, his birthday is today. Hmmm.<br /><br />Towson has YET to send me any sort of admission/rejection letter. My wonderful and reliable counselor didn't send my SAT scored, which I specifically indicated on the transcript request sheet to do, and I didn't know about it until a few weeks ago. We had to pay $10 to send them through CollegeBoard.com and I still haven't heard from them. It's been about a month. Whatever. Towson is only my first choice college. >=[<br /><br />Truthfully, that's about it. I just wanted to update from school and feel all special or whatever.<br /><br />Always,<br /><br />--AmandaAmanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-23936882867326239412009-01-20T21:55:00.003-05:002009-02-20T13:57:54.744-05:00Guess Who's Not Dead!<span style="font-family:arial;">I was trying to go for a full-year hiatus, but that's just unreasonable, even for me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sooooo</span>...Happy Belated New Year, Happy Inauguration Day, etc. We have a black President now, which is apparently a big deal. I'm just kidding; this is actually a huge step for our country, and President Barack HUSSEIN (this will never get old. Ever.) Obama made a really good point in his speech: "Less than sixty years ago, my father wouldn't even have been served (this is not verbatim and this is a horrible sentence. I'M SORRY.) in a restaurant, and now, I can stand up here and take the most sacred oath." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hoohah</span> two times Tuesday for equality! Keep on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">truckin</span>', America. I couldn't vote in the past election (stupid late birthday), and even though I would have voted for McCain, I think President Obama has potential (DESPITE HAVING NO POLITICAL EXPERIENCE EXCEPT FOR LESS THAN 150 DAYS IN THE SENATE AND NO EXPERIENCE IN WARFARE BUT WE'LL LET THAT GO AND LET HIM RUN ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL COUNTRIES IN THE WORLD) and I wish him the best of luck. He's gonna need it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The whole oath screw-up made me giggle. Was the Chief Justice new at this? You can't give the man 34 of the 35 words at once and expect him to recite it verbatim. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Failpoints</span> to him, but President Obama made the best of it. It's a nice little reminder that he's still a human being like the rest of us and is apt to make mistakes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ZOMG</span>. In other words, lay the hell off President, oops, former President Bush. There's a reason that HE got the job and NOT YOU. The economy is not entirely his fault, and if you'll notice, it's been 7 years since our last terrorist attack, which is more than I can say for other countries. In short, SHUT YOUR FACES. Anyway, the inauguration was pretty boss. His speech was very eloquent and honest. If you didn't watch it, YouTube it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In other news, All-State for the fourth year in a row, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">WHOO</span> TO THE <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">HOO</span>! I should be getting my music soon, in order to keep the tradition of having less than a month to learn nine or ten level five pieces. Awesome.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm halfway through my senior year now, and I can't freaking believe it. I'm doing Mentoring this year at Elmer Wolfe Elementary (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">alma</span> mater, represent!) and I love it 500% more than I thought I would. What, you say? Amanda Storey, the notorious child hater, is a mentor to a kindergartner, first grader, and second grader, and what more, she likes it?? Blow me away! Pass the smelling salts! It's true. The semester ends this Friday, and I do not want to leave these kids. I was home today with a minor ear infection, so that leaves me with three days to see them. How am I going to tell them that I won't be back every day? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Sobbity</span> sob.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And now, for something completely different - my new love interest is a 27-year-old long-term substitute. Don't judge; lemme tell you about this guy. He. Is. Awesome. I will even go so far as to compare him to a real-life Nick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Carraway</span> from The Great Gatsby (great book, by the way. We just finished it in AP Lit. But, I digress). Physical stuff first: about my height, maybe an inch taller (aka 5'7 or 8), dark brown hair, CUTEST FACE IN EXISTENCE (except for Leigh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Whannell</span>, but this guy is slightly more attainable), nice body, wears sweaters and khakis/dark pants and nice shoes, great hands, and wears reading glasses that are totally mod. Oh, and no facial hair, except for the occasional shadow. The important stuff: He is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">sooooooo</span> nice. I'm completely serious. I can be the most annoying person alive and talk your ear off, and he listens to me and actually acts genuinely interested in what I have to say. Whether it's acting or not, I will never know, and it bothers me (insecurity, nice to meet you). He works with middle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">schoolers</span> at New Windsor Middle (again, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">alma</span> mater, represent! Although not so much here, because I hated middle school). It's actually really funny because he works for Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Hylton</span>, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">CLC</span> coordinator, which pretty much saved my life during my sponsored-in-part-by-Satan years at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">NWM</span>. Anyway, he either wants to get or has his degree in art education (I will always fall for artsy boys), and PLAYS THE GUITAR (!!!!). He has the patience of a saint, and a seriously great listener. Plus, he's a good teacher, which is why I was so pissed when the classes had to switch teachers (his classes switched with Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Bierly's</span> classes, and I truly dislike his class, even though he's the real Tech Ed teacher. Whatever. I AM NOT AN ARCHITECT. I will never BE an architect. Stop making us build shit out of coffee stirrers.) halfway through the semester. Anyway, I'm not telling you his name, because I would absolutely die if the wrong people find out. He graduated from Key in 1999, and I graduate this year, 2009. So, if I were 18 and legal, a relationship would not be entirely unreasonable. However, if he were to read this (and since no one else does, he probably will, because that's how my life works), our relationship would only go so far as going to court for a restraining order. But, I can dream.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Okay, enough of that. Here's some tidbits.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- I turned 17.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- I got a new camera for Christmas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- CHORUS FREAKING SUCKS MORE THAN A DYSON ON STEROIDS THIS YEAR. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">OMFG</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- I've gotten straight A's so far.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- I seriously freaking love horror movies now. Saw is my absolute favorite right now. Leigh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Whannell</span> is a pure genius, a fantastical writer, and sex on legs. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- I've applies to four colleges: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Towson</span>, Hood, Salisbury, and Mount St. Mary's. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- I've been accepted to Hood and Salisbury. I'm anxiously waiting on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Towson</span>, and couldn't care less about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">MSM</span>, since I've been accepted to my two backups.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- My hair is the longest it's even been. I can actually put it into a ponytail now, a very short one, but nonetheless, a ponytail.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- I'm still fat. Whatever. No diabetes so far! (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">knockonwoodknockonwood</span>!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- I have a new hankering for cooked vegetables (!!!) and sunflower seeds.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- Family Guy is one of my favorite shows now. I used to hate it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- I also love House.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">- Uh...scissors.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Well, that about covers it. I WILL UPDATE MORE OFTEN, I SWEAR! That is, if anyone care, which I doubt. =D</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">All right, enough procrastinating. I have to write a bunch of paragraphs on the indulgence of the 1920s by tomorrow. Woo!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Aaaaaas</span> always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-40455213607035643462008-02-25T00:31:00.000-05:002008-02-25T00:31:34.832-05:00One Week Until All-State!<span style="font-family:arial;">Actually, it's more like five days because I have to register on Friday, but the concert is next Sunday on March (omfg, MARCH!) 2nd. I'm kinda freaking out, but not as much as yesterday. I had a lesson today, and so I feel more confident. Still, I wish they would give us more than less than (that was completely contradictory, stfu) a month to work on it. >< </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Nothing much else to say, just felt like sharing with the people that don't read this. XD </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I have to finish editing my Beowulf paper for class tomorrow. Woo! -.- </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh, and we $5,000 on the bingo. BOHHHHHHGUS. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sucks, too, because I spent like $10 on food. XD </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Speaking of which, I'm seriously going on a diet. I'm the heaviest that I've been in my entire life, and I hate it. I know what it is; I eat large portions and live off soda. So I pretty much have to cut down on portions and snacking and cut out soda for a while. I get plenty of excercise what with dance on Thursdays, walking up stairs in school every day, and standing for 3 hours at work every other day, I should be awesomely in shape. ><<br /><br />Oh, well.<br /><br />Well, I'm going to finish my paper. Don't do drugs.<br /><br />As always,<br /><br />--Amanda <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-53184312088970330502008-02-02T14:15:00.000-05:002008-02-02T14:20:04.745-05:00Zee. Oh. Em. Gee<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">This sucks. I have to retype this post because my computer is a freaking ass pirate. And I had a LOT on here. ><</span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">To recap: I haven't updated since school started because of a combination of school, work (!!), my other after-school stuff, with a dash of pure laziness. Not that anyone reads this, but just humor me, non-existent crazy stalker freak. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's a new semester. I survived AP World History with only a few cuts and bruises. I don't miss the workload, but I miss the pointless discussions, Mongol Fun and Games, Caroling for Cans, and most of all, the tidal wave of hookers in Ocean City with the pack of rabid cihuahuas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yeah. You don't understand, so don't even try. XP</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I was not at all sad to leave French I behind. My premonitions about Ms. Whitley were almost correct. She's weird, and she makes you feel like an idiot. So yeah. No more French for me...ever!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Honors Survey I miss like crazy! The kids were great, the teacher was amazing...this all sounds dumb, but oh well. Brandon is not in any of my classes this semester, thus upholding our tradition of only having classes together first semester. However, he does have my lunch shift every other day. Jackie also has my lunch, but every day, plus Honors Brit Lit, which makes me super happy. This comes at the price of also having Nik Lutton for lunch...every day. I will (grudgingly) admit that he has gotten better and I can tolerate his presence, for the most part. Conversely, there's only so much Goldfish-throwing and having the said Goldfish going down my shirt that I can take. Idiot.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Three days of Algebra II, and I'm still following along with ease! It's only review, though, so I'm bracing myself for when the other shoe drops. Haha. X_x</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Biology is a joke. I have a class full of idiots, as I expected, but I have Caitlin, Joe, and Alex in my class, so it's okay, even though they're on the opposite side of the room. -.- I can't win completely. Ever. Anyway, we've spent three days going over lab safety procedures which the idiots will all break in the first lab that we do anyway, so it's completely moot. Wednesday, we had to draw the animal that we thought we would be, if we were one. What utter bullshit. I drew a penguin, which everyone though was funny. Walter Belle so eloquently suggested a bear, for reasons that are obvious. He's such a dumbass anyway that I didn't care at all. Even if he wasn't, it still wouldn't bother me. I know I'm fat, and I embrace myself as such. Deal, bitch. =D</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Chorus is chorus, as usual. Mrs. Korn said that she's re-auditioning the group. If she actually follows through on this, I will buy her a present. I'm not even kidding. I am so sick of Chorus right now. I just want to slap all the basses (except for Matt) and all of the tenors (except for Daniel), among others. They are obnoxious, retarded, and they add no real substance to the group. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Madrigals is so going to Disney World in May!! I am SO excited. We have to raise like $q630623062363896rehg, but fundraising so far has gone well. We're hoping that this bingo on the 9th will pull at least $7,000. We've also got other stuff planned, so whoo-hoo!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In other singing news, I MADE ALL-STATE CHORUS AGAIN!!! AND SO DID KATIE FERRELL AND ALY MARKS!!! SDFJKGSHDKLGSGDGJKLFDHAKSG!!!! I'm in Senior Women's this year, and so is Aly, so that should be interesting. I just got the music recently, and I was like O_O. It's pretty intense, and I have less than a month to learn it all! AHH!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I also joined the Masterworks Chorale of Carroll County in August. I'm the youngest person there, and I would wager that my mom is the third youngest (I made her join for the spring session, which started Tuesday. Bwahaha.). It's seriously full of old people, and I didn't really want to do it for the spring session, but Mom said it would look good on my resume, for commitment purposes or something. Whatever. I got a solo in the winter performance, though. ^_^ I thought I did pretty well. It was in Hebrew, too. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Moving on. I got a job at Carroll Lutheran Village in September! I started on the 10th, for the record. I like it alot, even though the pay is kinda sucky. The people there are pretty awesome, so it's okay. I went from waitressing, which I kinda sucked at and hated, to cafe, which is SO easy, and it's kinda fun. Sure, you get the obnoxious old people, but most of them are really nice and easily pleased. I've made friends with some of them, as weird as that sounds. Mom is so tickled by that; she'll tell anyone who'll listen that I do that. XD Okay, then.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, that's basically it. Still single, still bald, still kicking. Who knows when I'll update again, but I will definitely push for sometime before graduation. Haha. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Cheers,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">--Amanda <---@</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">P.S. Happy New Year! XD</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-52354237158548398202007-08-27T18:33:00.000-04:002007-08-27T18:34:09.793-04:00OMFG SCHOOL<span style="font-family:arial;">I still can't believe I'm an effing JUNIOR. Wow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So. I wait 20 minutes for the bus with my dad and cats, and what do you know? I get the schizophrenic bus! Whoohoo! I'm not even kidding; the actual number on the bus was 200, but there was an oak tag thing beside it that read "363". WTF much? Anyway, so I think that the REAL 363 is in the bus shop or something. I get to school and who should the bus pull up behind but the REAL 200! OMG! Even better was that it had a sign just like my bus, only it read "200"!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Seriously. You can't make this stuff up. Well, you can, but it would be incredibly lame.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Then after school, the bus is in the wrong spot and it ends up being ALL THE WAY AT THE END of a pretty damn long sidewalk. Not to mention that I have H. Survey last period, so I have to walk all the way to the other side of the school, walk down the stairs, and down the sidewalk. I believe that there's a shorter way, but that means I can't walk with Brandon. He gets to DRIVE to school because he's OLDER than me by 8 MONTHS, and Hanna's older by 9, except she's gonna drive me in October, when she's legally able to because I'm her best friend and she rules. Like, a lot. Except when she makes fun of me because I still have to ride the bus. But I'll show her. I'LL SHOW THEM ALL! *mutters darkly*</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Exactly what I'll show, I have no idea.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Anyway, the classes: AP World is pretty scary, but Hanna's in it with me, and Mr. Findeisen is funny, which helps, except when he scares us all (okay, me) with talk of how hard his class is gonna be. He gave us homework on the first day, but it was a writing assignment so it was okay. I like writing assignments, strangely enough. I guess because I'm good at them (not to brag or anything, but I think I've gotten like 2 bad grades on a writing assignment in my whole life, and one of them was a redo, so I got to do it again and I got an A. =D). Chorus was chorus as usual, but Mrs. Korn got an Easy Button. LMAO. Also, like 50 more kids got up to Honors Festival Chorus this year. All of these sophomores kept coming in, and I was like 0_0. EVERY chair was filled, and we have a buttload of chairs. French was okay. The teacher's a little weird, but she seems all right. However, this worries me because people say she's evil, and other people, including me, say the same thing as Ms. Leach. Plus, on the first day of Spanish II, I thought the EXACT SAME THING as Ms. Whitley as I did Ms. Leach: weird but okay. AAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! *gouges eyes* I can't escape it. PLUS, I have FREAKING MRS. DRISGILL AGAIN for Algebra II next semester! MY GOD, I CAN'T ESCAPE AT ALL!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">This is all Dr. Kutscher's doing, I just know it. As Hanna says, he obviously has a degree in Bullshit. Damn straight.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Anyway, Honors Survey is cool. Mr. Roehrle (pronounced "RAY-lee"; it looks like a cough, doesn't it?!) has a very dry sense of humor, and keeps a stoic face almost all the time. Plus, Brandon's in my class, which makes me happy. So I have Hanna in my first mod, Jackie in my second, Daniel in my third, and Brandon in my fourth. Also, Eddie and Zach have the same lunch as me! Yay!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Crap. Second semester's gonna suck. I just know it. Just because this semester rules so much. :\</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-82290910228063187842007-07-29T00:36:00.000-04:002007-07-29T00:37:13.121-04:00Vacation and Other Fun July Things!<span style="font-family:arial;">Christ, it's nearly August. WHY?? >_<</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Wow. So much stuff.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">First: We did squat for the Fourth of July, except light sparklers in the rain. Whoo-freakin'-hoo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Second: King's Fest was once again AMAZING. I wish our roomates were a little better, but oh, well. Mom and I haven't had a really decent roomate since my aunt and she's kinda dead. Speaking of which, the evil hoebag bastard that did it got 50 years in prison: 25 for 2nd degree murder and 25 for the handgun violation (to that I say: "YA THINK??"). And, he's not eligible for parole until half his sentence is up. He's 58 years old now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Translation: He's pretty much gonna rot in jail forever. No daylight for you!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway: King's Fest was awesome. YAY! Only, Third Day wasn't there this year because they had a concert in Colorado *tear tear*. I got Todd Agnew's autograph, but not because I wanted it. See, there's this really hot Oriental violinist, Jonathan Chu, who tours with him and he was there, so I acutally wanted <i>his</i> autograph, but had to get Todd's first.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">If you want my honest opinion, I thought Todd was a bit of an idiot. On stage, he was teaching us, like, 4 lines to a song and he felt the need to go over them and have us do them 50 times each. Mom and I were just like, "Get on with it already!" Plus, when he as signing my Post-It Note pad (Heck yes. Deal, bitches.), I told him that he sounded like the singer from Nickelback (he really does, I think). You know what he said? "I'm sorry." WHAT THE HELL. It was a compliment!! I guess he doesn't like Nickelback (doom on him and his descendants if that's true) or he's never heard of them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But anyway, the violinist: He was SOOOOOOOO CUTE AND NICE. ZOMG. Replace that violin with an electric guitar and he probably would have had his OWN line of crazy fangirls. But it was just me and a guy in front of me to appreciate the wonder and talent of violinists. As a former violinist, I've rather nursed a soft spot for professionals, especially males. I claimed him as my future husband (along with the drummer from Newsboys and Mark Hall from Casting Crowns. To hell with bigamy laws; I'll become a Mormon! XD), but it turns out he's already happily married. Oh, well. I'll just settle for being his friend on MySpace. :D</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Third: I just returned from Myrtle Beach, SC this evening, and as much as I LOVELOVELOVE MB, it's always great to come home. Our timeshare was SO RETARDED. They just opened his year...and they need to tear them down and start over. They need adequate parking, bigger elevators, a SERIOUS interior makeover, and just scads of other stuff.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Here's something kinda freaky: I was on the balcony last night and I went back in. (Ooh! Thrills and chills!) At 2 AM, a guys calls up and says, "Hey, this is Michael. I saw you on the balcony. What'choo up to? Whass yo name?" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">At this point, I go, "It's 2 AM and I'm going to bed. Good night." and hung up the phone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">What's weird is that I just finished watching a CSI episode where one of the guys has a stalker who would watch his victims from the crawl space/attic of their home. And the only way he could have seen me on our balcony was if he was in the building across the street or in the opposite tower thing. So, how the HELL did he know our room number to call our room??? You can't see people in our building from the balcony.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Needless to say, I was FREAKED OUT and was especially glad to be going home the next day.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On the plus side, I'm nice and tan. :D Silver lining, people. Work with me, here!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh, and I applied for a job at Carroll Lutheran Village in Westminster, which is a nursing home. They're part of the 0.1% of businesses that hire people under 16. *growl* I hate having a late birthday. Anyway, they want to INTERVIEW ME!!! EEP! I have to call them back and schedule, but I'm excited! I'll finally have a job (hopefully)!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Okay, here's the really sad depressing part of July:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Justin Hook goes to my school and was in my grade. He was in a car accident on July 11th and died Wednesday (June 25th) at 10:30 AM. Of course, the viewing was on Friday and the funeral was today, when I was coming back from Myrtle Beach. It sucks, because I would have liked to pay my respects. What was odd is that I KNEW that he was probably gonna die when I was gone and the funeral (isn't it ironic that the word 'fun' is in 'funeral'?? What sadistic douchebag came up with that? The same guy who put an 's' in 'lisp'??) stuff would be before I came back. Plus, the stupid timeshare didn't have Wi-Fi in our tower (the place has 4 towers and the Wi-Fi was only in Tower 4, which of course we weren't in) so I didn't even find out he died until today.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I'm still pretty shocked. We weren't really friends, and I thought he was immature and rather annoying (I must spund like a horrible person right now), but he was funny. He was smart, too, otherwise he wouldn't have been in honors classes (I mean, plenty of kids pass honors classes by cheating, but he didn't really strike me as the type to pass a class dishonestly). Plus, he was good at football and basketball. He probably could've gone to college on a sports scholarship. Man, what a waste.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Soooooo, there's July for ya.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">OMYGAWD, I NEARLY FORGOT! HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Mom and I got it at the midnight premier because we were leaving for vacation that day. I read it on he way down and finished it in exactly 22 hours (it would've been less, but it was a busy day). I kept track of all the deaths and Horcruxes, and here they are: </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">SPOILER ALERT! Highlight to read. If you haven't read it yet, DO NOT HIGHLIGHT!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"><u>Deaths (in order of occurence)</u></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Charity Burbage</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Hedwig</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Bathilda Bagshot</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Peter 'Wormtail' Pettigrew</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Dobby (the only death I cried over)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Vincent Crabbe</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Fred Weasley (A part of me died with him)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Remus 'Moony' Lupin (the last of the Marauders! *sob*)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Nymphadora Tonks</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Bellatrix Lestrange (GO MRS. WEASLEY!!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Tom 'Lord Voldemort' Marvolo Riddle (HELLS YES VOLDEMORT WENT DOWN, BITCHES!!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"><u>Horcruxes</u></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Riddle's Diary</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Helga Hufflepuff's cup</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Salazar Slytherin's locket</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-The ring</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Nagini</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;">-Harry Potter</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;">So now, we have nothing to live for. XD LONG LIVE PARRY OTTER, THE CHOSEN BOY! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Okay, seriously, that's all for July. Next update: probably when SCHOOL starts, URGH X 9365284632684328935896</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-89608285808750723892007-06-09T00:29:00.000-04:002007-06-09T00:29:37.369-04:00Happy Rest of Your Life, Class of 2007!<span style="font-family:arial;">Wellll, graduation was tonight, and the chorus had to go and sing. Gah, the tears! GAHHHH!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We only sang two songs, "What I Did for Love" from "A Chorus Line" and "I Hope You Dance", because Mrs. Korn has the ability to pick songs for graduation that have absolutely no effect on you until you see your senior friends in caps and gowns and you realize that this is really happening. They're leaving forever, maybe returning once or twice next year, and then they're gone. I mean, I saw Scott and Funky and EVAN in their attire and it was "Waterworks--GO!" I had so much trouble singing those songs! Aly Marks was standing next to me, and she kept shooting sympathetic looks at me. Gah! >.<><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Just so you know: Men cannot speak clearly using PA systems, and contrary to popular belief, you do NOT need to say "Sss"; we can understand you fine. Kay, thanks.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Also, if you ever go into the Gill building thing, bring concealed water or something. The heat in there will suck any and all liquid from your body, reducing you from 80% water to about .32% water. You're welcome.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So now, for the real purpose of this blog. Yay, hidden agendas!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Evan Thomas Harris Frock.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes. I, too, think that this is an impressive and intelligent name. XD</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">He's pretty much the most adorable person in the world that isn't cocky, retarded, and still manages to be straight. He is very intelligent, a now-former member of NHS and the soccer and tennis teams (varsity, of course), has taken at least 5 AP courses, plays the tenor saxaphone, was in Jazz Band, and was a bass in Varsity Chorale. He is soft-spoken and blinks hard, like there's a perpetual piece of lint in his eye. He wears glasses, except for the ocassions where he wears contacts, has curly brown hair, is skinny and not too tall, and has THE MOST TO-DIE-FOR JAWLINE EVER. I'm. Not. Even. Kidding.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Problem: FSK Class of 2007. Messiah College Class of 2011.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Yeah, he's graduated. Too old, and will probably never see him again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So, I'll have about six years of withdraw and find someone else. XD</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I would just like to know why these wonderful people come into my life, I fall hard for them, and then it's too late.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">And with that happy note, Congratulations FSK Class of 2007, have fun, and be careful in the real world.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>Seniors that will be missed</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Evan Thomas Harris Frock</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Scott Dale Yingling</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Jennifer Lynn Byrd</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Lauren Marie Funk</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Elizabeth Day Lawrence</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Christopher Lloyd Kolb</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Kelly Lynn Carmack</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Cheers, along with tears!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">As Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-73515028911622219722007-04-28T19:19:00.001-04:002007-04-28T19:20:34.448-04:00School=Mind Suicide<span style="font-family:arial;">GAH.<br /><br />So, it's nearly the end April. And with that amazing observation, let's get updated!<br /><br />Right. That was extremely gay.<br /><br />So on Thursday, Madrigals went to Morgan State University, which has the most amazing concert hall that I've ever been in (a grand total of one), with TO-DIE-FOR acoustics. Seriously, I bored people stupid going on and on about the acoustics, and they were like "Please! For the love of God, ramble on about MCR again!" Haha. Anyway, we got all II's, except for a PERFECT score in sightreading. Apparently, the adjudicator was not one to just throw around perfect scores, so getting one from her was cause for a victory parade. But our performance on stage was pretty...how can I say this? Bad. I thought the II on "Super Flumina Babylonis" was very generous of them.<br /><br />We took a charter bus to drive to somewhere an hour away. Ian got a real kick out of that, but we had to change into our costumes, and we couldn't change at school because we had to eat first and Korn didn't want us to mess up our costumes (although Lauren pointed out that they would look more authentic that way), and we couldn't change at MSU because they're snobby about their ridiculously clean bathrooms. So, we had to change on the bus. The girls changed first, and when the girls were finished, the boys got on the bus. I was still on because Mrs. Lutton was still lacing up my bodice, so I had to stand at the back of the bus with my back turned, while I had to endure stuff like, "Hey Amandaaaaaaaa, I'm not wearing any underwear!" (thanks so much for sharing, Ian.) My one chance to be in a bus full of naked guys, and they're immature high-schoolers. Just my luck.<br /><br />On the way back, we ate all of this junk food. Seriously, I should not be able to get away with eating as much sugar in one hour as I did and not have four heart attacks and diabetes. The sugar started to kick in when we got into Finksburg. I was laughing in a high-pitched, maniac way at everything and scaring Ariel, Jen, and Holly. Bwahaha.<br /><br />As far as school goes, I am so sick of my classes. Keyboarding is BOARING (hideously bad pun intended), la clase de Espanol II es muy aburrido y stupido, and Geometry...let's just say we've had three graded assignments so far this quarter, and I have a 64%. I know I'm bad at math, but I'm not a D student. However, I'm feeling hopeful because I've had far worse grades in math and science than this, and I managed to pull through. Why should this be any different?<br /><br />Yeah. Mind suicide, much?<br /><br />Dr. Kutscher thinks that because I have an A in Spanish II that I should pursue Spanish III and IV. Altogether now: HELL NO! It's like this. Yeah, I can conjugate. Yeah, I can write sentences, for the most part. Yeah, I have good pronunciation. But drop me off a plane into Mexico (or just drop me by the border, LOL not.), and I'm done for. There's NO WAY that I could speak it without having 60 Mexicans throw me into a pit of glass shards for destroying their language. It's like being able to recite the rules on parallel fifths and the Circle of Fifths verbatim, but not being able to carry a tune. Just because I know the theory doesn't mean it will help me in life.<br /><br />I nearly lost the will to live in Chem I and he wants me to take Chem II.<br /><br />I've gotten straight C's in math, and he wants me to take Pre-Calculus.<br /><br />To that I say, let me just write out the rules of parallel GET OFF MY BACK, YOU WHORE for ya.<br /><br />Welllll, the MCR concert that I wanted to go to was last night. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay... Oh, someday...<br /><br />On a lighter note, "NO, NO, NANETTE" IS FINALLY OVER!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU, GOD!!!!!!!<br /><br />On a second lighter note: The guy that murdered my Aunt Neva, William Brumley, was found FUCKING GUILTY AS SIN for second degree murder and use of a handgun in a violent situation, or something like that. They couldn't get first degree, but 25 years is still a pretty long time. Say buh-bye to your six Corvettes, assface.<br /><br />On a darker note: Someone stole my iPod on the second Friday show of NNN, so THANK YOU SO MUCH to the FUCKING WHORE that did so. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.<br /><br />What a month, eh? Come on, summer!<br /><br />Cheers, I guess,<br />--Amanda <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-86324030003492726972007-03-04T00:02:00.001-05:002007-03-04T00:05:54.327-05:00It's March! :O<span style="font-family:arial;">And the beginning of the month is as good of a time as any for an update on my life! Hooray!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Good Lord, I just used a preposition at the beginning of a sentence! >.<><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So nothing really exciting...wait, that's a lie! All-State was on the 23-25 of February, and it was a blasty-blast, to quote Dane Cook! Seriously, it was SO much fun, and I'm gonna miss it...again...XD If I make it next year, it'll be so great, because the kids there are really awesome. They're serious about music and they're DISCIPLINED! Jeez, the chorus at my school couldn't shut up and focus for five seconds if their lives depended on it! Gah! But anyway (there I go with prepositions again! x.x), it was challenging and fun to put the program together, and I can't wait for the CD to arrive. I hope they cut out all the applause this time, although they probably didn't. The Junior All-State CD has all the applause on it and it's SO annoying because you have to skip to the next song after it's over and it's loud. And then, there's the people coughing in the background and the paper rustling, and it's just...RAWR. I mean, you can't help coughing and it's practically impossible to be totally silent (small insignificant noises! Waha!), but can't they at least cut all that out of a CD?? Hello? Do the words "technological advances in audio recording and editing" mean anything to these people?? No.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Today, Mom and I were going to see Zodiac, but we couldn't find the theatre. Turns out, if we had driven a little farther down the block (it was the Gateway Theatre in Gettysburg), it was right there. So, we ended up going to the Cinema 10 in the Gettysburg Village and we saw Wild Hogs instead. That is a freaking funny movie. Watch it, if you ever get the chance. The ticket person and the people working at the snack bar were dressed as bikers, which was funny.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Hahaha, now that All-State is over, I feel kinda empty, because I'm not practicing my butt off learning nine Level 4 and 5 pieces in less than a month. Now, I'm learning six Level 3 and 4 pieces for All-County. XD Plus, I have to play two pieces on the piano for church next Sunday, AND Ms. Lee says we're going to work on a sonata for my audition CD for college application. Joy. In my piano classics book, there's an "abridged" sonata by Mozart and it's pretty much ALL sixteenth notes at a ridiculously fast speed! (of course, when do composers <em>ever</em> write sixteenth notes and tell you to play them slow?? XD) </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Sigh. Adjudications are on Tuesday, which means I have to miss school <em>again</em> for something chorus-related. Last Friday was for All-State, and I was absent the Friday before that because I had the most ridiculous cold in creation. And then, there's the all-day All-County rehearsal, plus two days in April for the musical! It's a good thing I like chorus, I'll tell you that! Cripes!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So about this cold: It was really bad and I was afraid I wasn't going to have a voice for All-State, but truly, by the grace of God, I was able to sing without coughing up various parts of my respiratory system. I went to the doctor's the Friday before All-State, and she perscribed the WORST tasting cough medicine ever. Seriously, I had to take it with cranberry juice, because when I took it straight the very first time, I puked. Mom tasted it later, and she said she understood why I barfed it back up. Blech. And then my dad <em>takes it straight </em>and doesn't even make a face! Gak!! Smoking cigars kills your taste buds, like, a lot! O.o</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Well, I've got to get to bed, so adios and whatnot.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda <---@</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">P.S. I can't go to the My Chemical Romance concert in April because Mom said no. I kinda had a feeling she would, but I was hoping she wouldn't. Hah. It wouldn't have pissed me off so much if she had actually given me a valid reason for not letting me go. Cripes.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-60476322754256050672007-02-12T01:11:00.001-05:002007-02-03T14:57:30.781-05:00I LOVE THE WORLD!!<strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">OMAHGAWD.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IS COMING TO WASHINGTON, DC.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">TICKETS ARE $30.25</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"><u>AND I MIGHT GET TO GO!!!!!!!</u></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">OMAHGAWD.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">I AM <em>SO</em> EXCITED.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">OMAHGAWD.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">I LOVE EVERYONE. ♥</span></strong>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-84619995286794274632007-02-03T14:54:00.001-05:002007-02-03T14:54:58.859-05:00Gosh and Golly!<span style="font-family:arial;">Good Lord, it's February already!! Gak!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, it's now el semestero dos, and it's all right, I guess. Here's le schedule:</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mod 1: Business Communications and Keyboarding--J. Clark</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mod 2: Varsity Chorale (A Day)--Korn</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Honors Vocal Ensemble (Madrigals) (B Days)--Korn </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mod 3: Spanish II--Leach</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mod 4: Geometry--Williams</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So, no honors classes for me this semester, except for Chorus. Keyboarding is okay, except it's deathly boring and it's mostly freshman. However, there's not going to be a lot of homework because you can't take typing home because then she doesn't know who did it! Yay! Chorus is the same, Spanish is just review right now, and Mrs. Leach seems okay...so far... Geometry is pretty easy (!) so I'm like, "Er...false sense of security, much?" Miss Williams is taking graduate classes right now, but she's nice. Plus, Joe and Caitlin are in my class!!! YAY!! Emo Paul sits behind me, and Helen Peterson sits behind and diagonally from me. We have fun.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The sad part is no more Brandon and I sitting in the back of GP laughing for no reason. I've decided that he's more of a really good guy friend than anything else, so I don't really LOVE him anymore. But, I still think he's ridiculously cute.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Some things never change.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">On a random note, a new obsession of mine is My Chemical Romance. OMYFREAKINGGOSH, THEY ARE THE BEST BAND EVER!!! No, seriously, I usually don't get excited over bands, but these guys write songs that are real. They are also ridiculously talented, and HOT, OMG!! Gerard kinda reminds me of Michael Jackson a little bit, but his hair is back to black! Yay! The PEROXIDE blonde grew on me after seeing the "Welcome to the Black Parade" music video (totally orgasmic, by the way), but black is just more 'him'. I was watching an interview with them and this dude from Japan (I love you, YouTube!), and Gerard said the blonde was to convey this point having to do with the epicness of The Black Parade, or something to that effect. I really like his hair short, though. He was just weird with the long hair, I dunno. I'm weird.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So now that I've written an entire analysis of the pros and cons of Gerard Way's hair, let's move on. I also like him a lot because number one, he can SING! Jeez! Plus, he's beaten a drug and alcohol addiction, being sober as of August 2004 (I love you, ImNotOkay.Net!!). Alas, he still smokes (Marlboro Reds, in case you're dying to know). But all of these guys are dorky and are freaks. YAY!! Ray Toro is one of the most amazing guitarist I've ever heard, and Frankie plays rhythm guitar, and so do I! Bob is a KICKASS drummer, and he kinda looks like this guy that goes to my church. Woah. Mikey is Gerard's brother and plays bass. Eep!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Did I mention I FREAKING LOVE this band?? :D</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Hanna loves this band too, so we can talk obsessively about them for hours. I think Gerard changed his sound between Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge and The Black Parade, but she disagrees. Ah, well. I don't really care, cuz WE BOTH LOVE THIS BAND, OMG!! :D :D :D Seriously, I listen to them on my iPod every day. I LOVE "Famous Last Words", it's so good!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Okay, I'm done rambling about the joy and wonder that is My Chemical Romance. EEP!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I got my All-State music last week, and I was like, "ZOMG." O.o It's hard! We're doing one is Hebrew (shock and awe, not.), and another one in German. Thankfully, none in Portuguese this year. Good Lord. THe rhythms in most of them are a bitch, though. The concert is on the 23rd, so I'm in a state of slight panic. EEP! O.O</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Grr, OMG. We're doing "No, No, Nanette" this year as the musical, and the cast list was posted yesterday. Once again, I'm a character that no one really cares about. This pisses me off because I'm sick of being generic! But on the other hand, I pretty much flubbed the dance part of the audition, which sucks because I've danced since I was 3, and I should at least be <em>somewhat</em> good! And thanks to this stupid cold, I couldn't sing as good as I usually do. Hiss!! And Grace got the lead, Nanette. Excuse me while I go die of shock. Yeah, Amanda is not a happy camper about this musical, but she'll get over it because she is mature and level-headed human being (hah), unlike SOME people, who whine to the chorus teacher about why <em>they're</em> not on the cast list (coughJoshBaldwincough). Daniel manages to laugh about the same anonymity, so I should be like that.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">One last thing: I've been battling the most annoying cold in creation for the last week. It's finally showing signs of waning, but it needs to leave, like, now. I'm tired of having to cough 50 tons of mucus every time I sing a damn phrase! RAWRG!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Well, that's all, folks! Until next time!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda <---@</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">P.S. The freshman in Madrigals is very nice. Her name is Brianna Cunningham. As to how good she is, I can't hear her yet, as she's still learning the music. Poor thing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">P.P.S. Mrs. Korn wants us to get 1's at Festival again this year. Excuse me while I die of laughter. Sure, we're good when we try, but the focus and discipline could not quite fill a teaspoon.</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-50177459754944432442007-01-15T01:13:00.001-05:002007-01-15T01:25:38.220-05:00Happy New Year and such...<span style="font-family:arial;">So, not the most interesting year so far. But, no school tomorrow, JOY AND WONDER GALORE. We have had so many days off this year, it's not even funny. Actually, it kinda is. I'm on the verge of hysterics at this very moment. RAWR.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">At least it's been happy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The sad part (haha, it's been happy, but the sad part is...)is that Amy, who is not my oldest friend, but is quite possibly the person I've known the longest besides my family, is transferring churches because her dad is a pastor now (he was ordained Saturday, and it was very bittersweet.), and their new church is in Catonsville. They're moving after Amy graduates.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But this ordination thing...about 50 bazillion people showed up, which was quite shocking, and we combined both choirs, ours and Salem's, his new church, which was quite cramped, and I was Bible Bearer, which was quite awkward. And I cried, because I am the world's biggest wuss. But we have had so many good times and so many inside jokes (Pink page again! I need another pissue! etc.) and she is just awesome with a capital Q. So yes. 'Twas sad.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Funny part: It's called the Ordination Ceremony and Jake Ziegler called it the Orientation Ceremony. And then his mom said, "What do we say to Amy? Happy Ordination Day?" And then the whole Orientation thing, and I said, "On Orientation Night next year, I'm telling everyone 'Happy Orientation Night'", and Shannon goes, "Make Orientation cupcakes with O's on them!" Haha, LAUGH, GORSH!'</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">That night, Mom and I went to see the The Lowriders, which is a blues band that consists of four kids from school, two of which sit at my lunch table. Woah, I have STATUS! Hey everyone, I'm with the BAND! Worship! But anyway, they were VERY good. I peer pressured Erik into going because he lives five minutes from the place, walking. And then, I peer pressured him some more into buying us food (well, he decided on his own that he wanted food). So we split a chocolate eclair and a bottle of Coke. Mom said her teeth hurt just watching us eat. So I owe Erik $1.30 for the Coke. It's a good thing we'll never date because he took 5 hours deciding what to get until I said, "We're getting an eclair, goddammit!", and then he said he brought $40, but he needed it to go shopping the next day. The eclair and the Coke was fricking $2.95. Cheapskate. But the point was, he was ubersweet in buying it. So I'm paying him back for the Coke. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The lounge is roughly the size of our downstairs living room. TINY. Sean Burnett was there, along with Ariel and Bethany Ziegler and couple of other kids from school, like Travis Miller. There was one girl I didn't know that was acting suspiciously high. Not the "me" kind of high, the real deal. But it's a nice place and the band got mad props (I've always wanted to say that) by everyone. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The Irish Moon has these chocolate-covered coffee beans that they sell in little packets. Ariel gave me one and I was like WOAH! It was pretty gross and I'll never eat one again, but it was a RUSH. Mom goes, "Do I need to supervise your food intake?" or something to that effect. Apparently, a raw coffee bean has the same amount of caffeine as 10 pots of coffee. I don't really care, because I'll never eat one again. Blech.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So, that's basically it. Have a nice day off tomorrow--er, today--and always eat your potatoes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda <---@</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">P.S. HAHA, COLTS WON YESTERDAY!! IN YO FACES, RAVENS/FANS!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I'm going to have lots of fun in school Tuesday...>:)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">P.P.S. If you read this and it made an ounce of sense, props to you, too! :D</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-53914218747895077742006-12-09T20:09:00.001-05:002006-12-09T20:09:41.099-05:00Reflections and John Lennon<span style="font-family:arial;">It's always good to reflect.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I was looking over some of my past blogs from WAAAAAAAY back and OMG, I'M CRINGING AT THE RETARDEDNESS!!! Stupid freshman...JEEZ. Seriously, on the first one, I said "Well, I have to go update the dead bug collection in my window sill! TTFN!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">1.) Bug collection?? Please. Not funny.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">2.) TTFN?????????? Please. Grow up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">3.) (Thankfully, I did. For the most part XD)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">For awhile, I thought about deleting them, but I realized it's entries such as this that cause me to grow and shape up to the person I want to, or think I'm supposed to be. So YAY.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Plus, I used to put "uber" in pretty much every other word. Now, it's "Woot!" or "Noob!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But one thing hasn't really changed. I STILL LOVE BRANDON FUNK, GOSHDAMMIT! Although I did say I was "completely free" of him. LIES!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But he still never gets to see this.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">EVER.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Unless we get married, which we won't, and then he gets to view my undying devotion to him, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA stfu.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">XD</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So yeah, it's almost Christmas. And while we're on the subject, here's a Daily Rant:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">John Lennon's song "War is Over (So This Is Christmas)" is PROPAGANDA! If you listen closely to the lyrics, he's basically saying "You all are heartless, Godless and screwed up human beings. Go buy yourself some flowers and condoms and stop fighting.</span><span style="font-family:Arial;">" I agree with the stop fighting part and that's about it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">It's a generalization. Not everyone is a psycho misanthrope with a control problem. Brandon's grandfather just died and I read on his MySpace (all hail) blog about what a great person he was. Lennon's song spoke to the generation in between and where did it get him? People producing more misanthropes and "misunderstood" children who feel the need to spraypaint emo lyrics they wrote on railroad walls. And with each generation comes a new generalization. Generation X would rather take 15 different pills for 57 different depressions, raise kids without morals and values and be generally irresponsible and Generation Y doesn't read anymore and would rather shoot up crack than have an intelligent conversation. But this is completely irrelevant! GAH!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I don't really have a problem with John Lennon, apart from when he said the Beatles were more popular than Jesus Christ, which is a stinking LIE and his choice of a marriage partner. But turning a song into a lecture is not creativity. And then, getting LITTLE CHILDREN to sing along with the song is WRONG with added WRONGNESS. Do not brainwash the children! They're very impressionable and screwing their minds with hippie crap is BAD.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So yeah. That's basically it. Love it, hate it, judge it, but keep your verdict to yourself (I love Kirstie DeRossett :D).</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-8729910345907253992006-12-08T22:29:00.001-05:002006-12-09T20:12:26.814-05:00OH-EM-GEE-IZZLE<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I MADE SENIOR ALL-STATE CHORUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />OMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!! :D :D :D<br /><br />I AM SO HAPPEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />AND SO DID GABE KIRBY!!!!!!!!<br /><br />YAAAY!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />AND SO DID SHANNON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">But I wish Evan Frock had made it, and Aly Marks. He's really nice and he's a bass. Plus he didn't make All-County band either (he plays the saxophone) so he was bummed. So I gave him a big hug and I said I felt bad and he was like, "No!" He is SO cool. :D And it would have been nice to hang out with him for a weekend. Plus he's a senior, so blah. Aly is a junior and she's SO sweet, and she's a great singer, but she said she did bad at the auditions, so sobness x 12. BUT anyway...<br /><br />YAYAH!<br /><br />:D :D :D :D :D :D</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-1163304485749818362006-11-05T20:15:00.000-05:002006-12-08T22:34:13.130-05:00NEW YORK!<span style="font-family:arial;">Most people are lucky of they get to go to NYC once in their lifetime. I, however, got to go TWICE in one year! The first time was January and now it's November, so YAYAH!!<br /><br />"Hairspray" was AMAZING!! We'll never do it at school though, because some parts are not really school appropriate. But it was really funny and I enjoyed a lot. Plus we bought the original Broadway soundtrack and for $20, you got a Poloroid picture taken with Tracy and Link!! Which I did!! YAY! Also, we got to SEE more places this year because we kindasorta planned properly. OMG, the coolest thing: I watch "The People's Court" sometimes, and on the show, there's a crowd outside the courthouse thing on Times Square with this lawyer Harvey. He askes the crowd who is guilty (it's not like murder or anything, mostly lawsuits from $500-$3,000). Anyway, WE PASSED IT!! There were spokespeople saying "Would you like to be on TV? It'll only take 10 minutes of your time..." I SO WANTED to do that, but we had to get in line for the show, so there wasn't time (sobness).<br /><br />There was one problem. My friends were in Jackie's group because her mom was chaperoning, but her group and my mom's group were going to hang out together.<br /><br />WELL.<br /><br />Basically, I was ignored, and when I tried to make conversation (like 6 times), it jst felt like I was intruding on something. I know they don't mean to do this, because they don't even know they're doing it (I confronted them on the bus and they were surprised. They had no idea). But it still happens, which is why I hate group activities. Someone is always ignored or left out (if not me, then someone else), and people get mad at each other. I didn't get mad at them, but I feel like it happens a lot. I don't crave for the limelight all the time (at least, I hope not), but I <em>hate</em> being ignored.<br /><br />And Daniel, OMG. Talk about immaturity! I swear, we can't take him anywhere (hehe, a rhyme)!! At NY, he bought a can of hairspray that was autographed by the cast and he was fooling around with it and the cap popped off and hit a big Black guy in the head! I only saw the guy cuss Daniel out, but JEEZ! Truth be told, I don't think the guy would have mined so much if Daniel hadn't laughed. And this may sound racist, but this is just what I see: Black guys can get <em>violent</em>! I know I think worst case scenario, but what if he got shot? And then on the bus, he was LOUD when the rest of us were trying to sleep!<br /><br />Like I said, we can't take him anywhere.<br /><br />So that's basically it. New York. Whoohoo!</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-1163303371142327572006-11-02T22:39:00.003-05:002006-11-11T22:49:34.660-05:00IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!<span style="font-family:arial;"> *throws confetti*<br /><br />WOOT!<br /><br />Here's an updated pic!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1003/2119/1600/Picture%2098.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1003/2119/320/Picture%2098.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(behold the new curtains!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So yeah...on the 29, Mom took me to a Third Day concert in Baltimore. THEY SO TOTALLY ROCK!!!! On MySpace, 6 people wished me Happy Birthday, which made me feel loved =^-^=. Jackie gave me 6 bucks, and she and Kanna (Rebecca) both made me cards! YAY! Plus, I got "Rent" from Mom (UBERWOOTNESS!), and a GUITAR AMP form DAD!! WHOOOOO!!! It's one of those Wal-Mart ones that are tiny, but it has great sound and cool distortion effects, so I DON'T CARE! Plus, NEW YORK ON SATURDAY!!!! We're seeing "Hairspray", which I'm excited about. That'll be in my next blog. Oh, and I got 7 freaking 5 dollars from both grandmothers combined!! Jeez, I think I'll turn 15 next year, too! But next year is THE SWEET 16, so maybe not. Tonight, Mom took me to Pizza Hut and I got a free sundae cuz a girl from my church waited on us and we were the only ones there, so...YAY!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So there's my birthday in a nutshell. Peace!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda, the 15 year old! <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-1161575251857792552006-10-22T23:40:00.000-04:002006-10-22T23:47:31.923-04:00Cabaret and Nona's Birthday<span style="font-family:arial;">So...Cabaret was last night WOOTWOOT! It was SO much better than last year, OMG. I have to say, we have a lot of talented kids at our school. There were a couple of acts that were kinda "Okayyyy..." and "And <em>how</em> much did you say you practiced??" But other than that, it was a success. I'm eager to see how much money we raised off of it, since it's our biggest fundraiser. Mrs. Korn said we needed to make at least 2,000 dollars off of it, so...yeah.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Oh yes, I was in it. I played my guitar and sang The Calling's "Wherever You Will Go". It was hilarious; Daniel and Jean Compton were the stage managers, and they couldn't set up my microphones right, so I was like "You're fired, get off the stage (kidding, of course!)." And then Daniel said something and I made my goose noise, which I do when I laugh sometimes, and I heard Mom laughing at me in the audience. Plus, Jackie yelled "I love lamp!" from one of the front tables, which set me off again. So needless to say, I was red as a fire truck up on stage. And then my intro was all rough, but I straightened it out eventually. And when I looked up, I saw Jackie and Hanna doing the fake lighter thing that they do for ballads up front and John and Kristyn (finally, I can spell her name!) were swaying in the back, and I'm like "Jeez!" But it was cute. And I got lots of applause and cheers both at the beginning <em>and </em>at the end! It rocks, applause. Like Molly Montgomery says in <em>Guitar Girl</em>, "I could live off applause. It's better than chocolate, puppies and Christmas". And Ben and Jacob did their skit whish was freaking HI-LARIOUS!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">P.S. Grace and Karey both said they could listen to my guitar playing forever. AWWW!! I feel loved ^-^.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So, Cabaret was coolio, fo shizzle. Except for the setup Friday afternoon, OMG!!! SIX hours on my day off, collecting FORTY tables from different rooms all over the school, wheeling them to the cafeteria, marking where they came from and where they were in the room, and putting covers on them, PLUS, SIX chairs to a table, which we ALSO had to go around the school and collect. FORTY TABLES!! It almost destroyed my will to live. Thank God I didn't sign up for tear-down. We would've been there till 2 AM. RAWR.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So...Nona's birthday.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">It was today, so we went over at about 2:30 or so to visit and have dinner.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">WELL...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">First, she kept talking about how early we were and how we never come this early and blah blah blah. Then she kept talking about Uncle Bob (who we visited after about 7 years, and it was a VERY nice visit), and how HURT she was that SHE didn't get invited over, too. Well that's because she's not very nice and they don't get along. He sent her a b-day card, wishing her well and a check for $150 and how she didn't think he really meant it. WHATEVER. I'm serious, it's all about her. And then there was the cake. Dad's birthday was October 19th, so she bought him a choc-choc cake. Well, I MADE him a choc-choc cake FIRST and he pretty much said "thanks, but I like my daughter's cake better". And then it was how she went to ALL that trouble to BUY the stupid cake and blah blah blah. So we took it home just to shut her up. Honestly. Like it's SO much trouble to call a taxi (she doesn't have a car anymore, long story), go to Shoppers, buy a cake and go home. OEMGEE, I think I need to take a nap from all that work! So then we went to dinner (Lone Star, 14 oz NY Strip, baby!) and that was okay. Then we got back and it got around to politics (YAY). Well we are a family of Republicans and she is a Democrat. She didn't like all of these Rep. leaders and wouldn't say why she liked Bill Clinton (*puke*). It was always "Oh, I don't want to get into it now". Yeah, cuz you need to think of a REASON first! I SWEAR, IT WAS A NIGHTMARE (rhyme!). So after about 20 minutes, I had a "project" to finish and we had to go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Good lord, I thought I was gonna die after that visit. It was the worst!! AUGH!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">And don't think I enjoyed typing this down. She's my grandmother, after all. But seriously, it was the most appalling visit I've had in a long time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">P.S. It's her 84th birthday. Does that explain alot?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Well, it's seriously bedtime. I wonder what I got on the PSAT, which was CRAP, by the way.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">P.P.S. My birthday = 11 days, WOOT!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-1160953754699361952006-10-15T19:02:00.000-04:002006-10-15T19:28:24.126-04:00Noobs of Lore!<span style="font-family:arial;">Deep in the said place, of chicken nuggets and Froot Loops, which incidentally, I had for breakfast this morning. Today I got a good night’s sleep, which is rare like hen’s teeth. Which brings us back to nuggets. WOOT!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">They say deodorant causes cancer, but these days, looking at a box causes cancer. I like boxes; if they’re big enough, I sit in them and watch the sun set to China, reflecting on days past and singing songs of old, dating as far back as last Tuesday. I highly dislike Tuesday; it’s the most random day of the week. I wish I was amby-dex-tree-us. The hype over Monday is over and it’s not quite the middle of the week. I like the world “middle”, it’s fun to say. Middlemiddlemiddle. Poor President Bush. I feel sorry for him. He did good the first term, but hey, I’m a Reagan Conservative. That’s a Republican for you uneducated Neanderthals. Yeah. GO EHRLICH, wanna fight about it? Steele likes puppy dogs; don’t tell him otherwise. I personally am a cat person. I have two. They are both fat and stupid. One of them likes boxes. Refrigerators come in boxes. I like cheese, especially string cheese, but this brand I bought recently doesn’t “string, if you know what I mean. Oh, sometimes, I go to the piano cheese store, for goodies like stupid charts and blowtape. What is blowtape? Only those in the know, know. This excludes me. So, who takes YOUR HSA’s? OOH! Interpret that as you wish. WHAT?! Dave Chappelle! AAAAAAAAAS I ROSE UP ONE MAY MORNING! I went to school. Which is where I am now. Life is a journey, not a destination. Sheesh, who made that up? Cuz like, we would be stuck at the destination for YAY many years. So the journey would be birth? Whatever. I’m not very philosophical at 9:03 AM. Whoo, yeah! So, how about the sky today? Talk about polka-dots. I’m a sucker for brown eyes. Jokes about my name, first or last, are okay with me, sometimes. Cuz that’s how I roll.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">All this in the said place? Of chicken nuggets and Froot Loops? Let’s go!<br /><br />Signed,<br />Emma Goldman (look her up!)<br /><br />P.S. Who ramalamalama’s YOUR kadingadeedingdedong! OOH! :P Yay emoticons! :)</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-1159830351265752372006-10-02T18:56:00.000-04:002006-10-02T19:05:51.336-04:00SCHOOL, OMG!<span style="font-family:arial;">WOW, it is time for a SERIOUS update!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">SO, I have been officially a sophomore for 1 1/4 months. IT FREAKING ROCKS, OMG!!!!!!!!! I have made some new friends, particulary Kirstie, Jessica, Mason and JOE. Joe is so cool, YEAH MAN. And I've been becoming aquainted with his girlfriend, Caitlin. She doesn't talk very much (Joe says she's shy), but we have alot in common, so I wish she would talk to me...oh well. Maybe I just have to be patient...which I hate being, grrrr....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But the worst part is FREAKING <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>CHEMISTRY CLASS, OMG!!!!!!! </strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">It's the only Honors class that I'm not taking this year, and the kids in my class are SO DUMB!!!! Especially that Ashley girl. I don't care WHAT Ethan says, SHE IS AN IDIOT!!! I dunno whether she does it on purpose or not, but it is SO ANNOYING!! Plus, the teacher is a complete moron. Back when the boys would throw paper at me and steal my chair (2 weeks ago, ahahaha), he wouldn't even see. I think the power point he makes every day for each class posesses him.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">PP: OBEY ME!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Mr. B.: Yes, Master</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">PP: There are no immature boys that act like moronic 5 year olds over there throwing paper at that poor girl who is seriously about to crack soon</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Mr. B.: Of course not, Master.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">PP: They are also not calling her a lesbo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Mr. B.: Yes, Master.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">PP: Oh, but look! She is throwing a chair at them out of sheer frustration!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Mr. B.: Amanda! Detention!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Amanda: *flips off Mr. B.*</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">PP: NOW, back to me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Mr. B.: Yes, Master.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">PP: You will fondle me after class.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Mr. B.: It would be an honor, Master.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">~*Fin*~</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Thank you, thank you. *bows*</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">So yeah. Chem sucks, except for Kayla and Joe being in it. I would go into an honors science class just to get away from the stupid people, except I'm bad at science!! I CAN'T ESCAPE IT!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">My other classes are SO EASY. I don't get it! Honors classes are supposed to be harder, but they're not, really. I think they're luring us into a false sense of security. Let's make the work easy until the end of October, and THEN pile it on! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Still single, still sucks. But you know who's not??? Josh, again. WHAT THE HECK do girls see in him??? I DON"T GET IT!!!! *cries* I don't know. It just made me depressed today. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Speaking of which...I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been really sad lately over nothing...AHHH, I'M BECOMING EMO!!!!! Seriously, it's like I dwell on these things that don't really matter...and then I feel worse because I have nothing to really be sad about when other people's lives are so much worse. And poor Joe knows something is up, but I can't tell him cuz it's so idiotic and retarded. But he gives me a hug and I feel better....^-^ And he's a GOOD hugger too...not those dumb "Oh, yay, we're friends" hugs but those "OH YAY, WE'RE FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!" hugs! W00T! AND I'm his fave emo girl (besides Caitlin, of course). So YAY I feel better. Yeah.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Weelllllll, I think that's about it. I'll try to update more often, and not be so lazy. Whoo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">--Amanda <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-1156540089407736072006-08-25T17:00:00.000-04:002006-08-25T17:08:09.510-04:003 Days...<span style="font-family:arial;">So, yesterday was Back to School Night, which is dumb because we haven't even <em>been</em> to school yet this year. My classes seem pretty cool; I'm excited about them all, except Chem, but I've never really cared for science anyway, except for forensics (hehehe). Too much math involved O.o.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I found out that my U.S. History teacher is male (woot) and he's a Democrat (O.o). This is going to be <em>very</em> interesting, since I am a Reagan Conservative (^-^). However, despite his politics, he seems like a nice guy. And KC is in my class, so yippee hooray.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Oh, and Brandon is in my GP class. He didn't say a word to me at B2SN, yet we talk until 1 or 2 in the morning on AIM. (Later, ON AIM, he said he was in a weird mood. Yeah, right. I bet his new <em>girlfriend</em> forbade him to talk to other girls. Oh, that's mean. Scratch that.) But I forgave him for it because I'm an idiot and he's still my friend. But mostly because I'm an idiot.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Eddie gave me a BIG hug because he's so sweet and I missed him. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">And Nik grew his hair!!! It's actually really cute, but he's still retarded.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Hanna Jr. is in Honors Chorus (Oh, sorry, <em>Varsity Chorale</em>. Is that stupid or what? We're not a sports team!!), and she's a freshman!! This is cool, yet at the same time, it's <em>so</em> not fair. Freshman weren't allowed in <em>Varsity Chorale</em> last year!! You either had to do Chorus I, or Chorus II by teacher reccomendation. Poo. On the plus side, she's very nice and MaTuRe. So it's not a huge deal. I'm just glad it's her and not someone like Thomas Shuster. OMG I would have been SO pissed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">So, that's that, and WOAH I gotta practice. Playing and singing at church on Sunday, panicpanicpanic.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-1156207817615244162006-08-21T20:43:00.000-04:002006-08-21T20:50:17.700-04:00Things of Depression and General Emo-ness<span style="font-family:arial;">Well, happy 35th post.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Our evil neighbors with their evil-er pool invited us for volleyball and swimming (aka a Home and Garden Party; don't you just love alterior motives??). So I changed my clothes (cuz I really had a truly horrible outfit that I would never wear in public) and we headed out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">First off, you should know that I truly hate large crowds, except at youth conventions, but even then, it's still pushing the limit. There must have been 20 people playing volleyball already, none of which I knew, except for the teenaged daughter. So needless to say, the awkwardness would have been extremely present and noticable, and I really wasn't in the mood. My mom was in front of me, so I just turned right around and walked back to my house. My mom tried to coax me back, but I wasn't having any of it. I went into the living room and turned on the TV, until I saw my mom coming back with (horrors!) the neighbor lady type person!! AAAAAAH. Mom feels the need to show the neighbors our house renovations because they NEVER COME OVER. Jeez. And you know what? Maybe I'm just making excuses, but it would have been so awkward if they would invite me over more often, and not when there's 20 other people. Even before they got their pool, I would go over there during the winter and stuff and we would go sledding. Then their pool goes up and suddenly all these people come over because, hey, they have a pool and they're the hot spot of the summer. And then it's like, "Amanda who?" Whatever.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Mom just came in and said Lady Neighbor was asking about me. Joy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On a happy note, school starts in exactly one week. Yayjoyhappyfun.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On another happy note, Nick is having a water gun war type thing, and not just a shoot-out. It's gonna have an actual plot or something. Do you know that there is actually a website on water guns? This saddens me. And he made me read this review on a gun that he wrote that was long and uber-detailed. On a water gun. And I thought me liking Pokemon was sad. Which it is. But please, people, work with me here! But still, it sounds fun and I'll most definately be going.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">"Live every day like it's gonna be your last because one day, you're gonna be right." </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Ray Charles</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-1154723040284582462006-08-04T15:44:00.000-04:002006-08-04T16:24:00.406-04:00Grar! And Other Angry Noises!<span style="font-family:arial;">Erg, I have to type this dumb thing AGAIN because the Internet decided to be retarded and not publish my post and appear as "This page cannot be displayed". So I told the Internet where it could go and what exactly it could do with it's undisplayed pages in rather rude terms.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I got back from King's Fest and Mar-Lu-Ridge, and also finished helping out with Hampstead's community Bible School at the end of the month. Camp and Bible school were within two weeks, so that meant no getting up at the crack of noon for Amanda! But it was worth it; I had a lot of fun. There's not a whole lot to tell, except at camp, I was the ONLY high schooler in our group, which amounted to a whopping total of seven kids. I was the only one out of last year's group (I did kick-ass archery camp for the second year in a row, woot!), which was 12 kids that said they would come back the next year and I was the only one that actually followed through. AND, I was the only other girl. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I managed to (barely) survive amongst of other middle-schoolers/former elem. schoolers (kill), but believe me, my sanity, which is NOT something to be reckoned with, was on the very edge afterwards. I had fun, activity-wise, but MAN, I was done with the kids, except for one, maybe two or three. RAWRG!!!! Believe me, when backed into a corner, the she-beast emerges, fighting. At one point, I threatened one by saying that if he didn't shut up, I would beat him and throw him down the mountain and then repent for my violence in the chapel (It's a Christian camp, muah). And believe me, I was seconded! This kid was SO ANNOYING!!!!!! See, this is why I only babysit my next-door neighbor, who's ten, I think, and my cousins. Cos all the others are pretty muched deathwished. And most of my violent tendencies come out when I'm around smaller, annoying children. I like quiet, well-behaved children. In other words, the non-existant kind.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So in short, child psychologists have a wasted career. Just cuz you have a PhD and a nice fancy certificate, doesn't mean you know the minds of dumb children and psycho teenagers. To me, your "practiced skills" mean precisely dick.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Speaking of stupid children, my friend's mother, who does crafts every year for Bible school says that there are 1st and 2nd graders that still write their letters backwards. I FIND THIS VERY DISTURBING, SHOCKING, AND APPALLING!!! WHAT are teachers teaching? Or not teaching??? Maybe first graders can get away with it, but SECOND GRADERS???!!!??? Or being the open-minded person that I am, maybe there are more dyslexic children than I thought. Whatever. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I can't believe it's friggin' August already. Where does the summer go?? Actually, I'm kinda excited to go back to school. and OUR POOL IS GOING UP THIS MONTH!!!! Jeez, it only took all summer!!!!!!!!! We finnaly got the money from the settlement on the house, so HAPPY JOY FUN YAY!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On another happier note, I have discovered, along with my good friends Shannon and Jake, THE CRIMSON ROOM!!!! This game, along with Viridian Room, White Chamber, and Blue Chamber, is frustrating, infuriating, and JUST PLAIN ADDICTING!!! They make you think and use logic, but in a good way! OMG, they're sooooo fun, check them out at </span><a href="http://www.fasco-csc.com/index_e.php"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://www.fasco-csc.com/index_e.php</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">. Yeah. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Rating, like anyone cares: 8/10</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Also, check out flash artist, game-creater AND fellow Blogger Lut at </span><a href="http://lutc.blogspot.com"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://lutc.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">. He's got some cool stuff going on. If you haven't played Toom of Doom, also featured at Albino Blacksheep.com, I suggest you check it out. He is also the creater of the Darkness series, with the third one coming out shortly! (I talked to him recently and he said he's about halfway through it.) It has a surprise factor, so turn the volume up for the full effect. However, it is NOT reminiscent of the Grudge, unless you scare really easily. I played this game at 10:30 PM by myself in my room and wasn't scared, and those who know me know that I practically jump at my own shadow. So if you like being spooked, minus the wetting yourself, this game is off the heazy. Even if you don't, it's still off the heazy anyway. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Rating: 9.5/10</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Yeah, so rock out and party hard, or whatever.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">--Amanda <---@</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">P.S. I only rate flash games, not video games. The only video game I have that I play the crap out of is Pokemon Yellow, so there.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">P.P.S. I'm expreimenting with new layouts, so...yeah. Thought you should know.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20994301.post-1152030799287327402006-07-04T15:29:00.000-04:002006-07-04T12:33:19.323-04:00Happy Fourth of July!<span style="font-family:arial;">How can it be July already???</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So, today is Independence Day. Nona is coming over and we're grilling food...and that's about it. I could be going to Grandma's like we do every year and hang out with my cousins and go swimming and then eat food. But whatever; I don't mind a small celebration this year. I just hope Dad does get sparklers at the store. At least they're still legal.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So...not much to say, really. King's Fest is in TWO DAYS and I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!! I LOVE THIRD DAY, NEWSBOYS AND CASTING CROWNS!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOT!!!!! Anyway, for breakfast, I had one of those sausage, egg and cheese in between two tiny pancakes thingies by Aunt Jemima. Oh, and a glass of milk (skim). I'm currently reading a book in the Dear America series: <em>West to a Land of Plenty</em>. Boy, isn't my life thrilling and exciting?? </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, just wanted to update for the Fourth of July. Hope you have a splendiferous holiday and I'll...um...ttyl? Whatever, that's dumb. Okay, then.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Always,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">--Amanda <---@</span>Amanda Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204273291312733222noreply@blogger.com0