Music and Plays

So I added some songs to my blog that are all music. Those are the only songs that are completely music, that I like. Don't get me wrong, I do not like musicals or completely instrumental songs. I like lyrics. Anyhow, on with other things. 

So I was in a play last night and it was okay. There weren't any huge mistakes, but some people (hint hint) couldn't remeber their lines so they were practically reading from a disguised script and everyone could tell. Oh well. I nearly broke out laughing because some people messed up on their lines and sounded really funny. This might not really matter to anyone, but I managed not to smile during my monologue! Yay! You see, I was the one who "accidentally" murdered Jeffy Thatcher and in the end I admitted it. That's all now. Goodbye!

Field Trip!

Today we (everyone in my school who is taking Biology or Av. Biology) are going on a field trip out to Manmade Hole! Yay! I am really hoping it doesn't rain and I don't think it will because half of the visible sky is blue. I don't have much else to put in this entry. Hmmm.

O yeah, I made a slideshow about spurdnar because she is graduating and I used a song called...I forgot what it was called. Anyway, I put it on a bunch of dvd's so we could send it to relatives, and we had to test each disk to make sure it worked. Mom got teary-eyed every time. I think the song is really what did it. It was about growing your wings, metaphorically. Wow. That's going to bother me until I remeber what it was. 

Alright, well that's all for today I guess. Bye!

Well, I haven't posted anything in awhile, so I will post something now. My computer is mentally challenged. On Word, it won't type the letter "s". But when I print the document, "s" shows up. So it's just kind of weird. I also have to use a different type of internet because the one I normally use (Safari) just quits at random times and it won't let me log on to MOODLE, which is a website I need to get on to turn in my homework. Grrr. 

So our high school is doing another play. This one is actually a play with a story plot though. For those who don't know, the last play was various pieces of Shakespeare's plays. 

O yeah, I got to be a zombie this weekend. The videography class was doing a movie about zombies taking over the school and they needed more zombies, so I got to be one. It was pretty cool. I got to watch Clara get zombified and Tommy get "slammed" into a wall by another zombie. Then we went and banged on the doors and people decided then was the time to go outside (there was a volleyball match going on). They seemed kind of shocked that there were "zombies" outside. Anyhow, I would post a picture but I don't have one at the moment. That's all for now. Bye!

3 things you did today: Drank coffee, fed the cat, and brushed my teeth. 

3 things you want to do: Read the B-I-B-L-E, cause that's the book for me! I also want to read Showdown and eat lunch. 

3 people you'd like to meet: Uh...I'm not a, well, I'm not very good at meeting people. 

3 people that annoy you: Sometimes my sister, sometimes characters (in books/movies) who are perfect and right all of the time, and sometimes people in general. 

3 favorite animals: Cats, horses, and...wolves (would not want one as a pet though). 

3 things to put on a sandwich: Mayo, cheese, lettuce. (I would add more, but there's only three answers). 

3 favorite things to do: Be with friends/family, read a good book, and do something fun (paintballing, wallyball, swimming, ect)

3 favorite TV shows: House, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, and Dirty Jobs. 

3 things about yourself: I own a backpack, I like to be random, and I know the definition and how to pronounce "floccinaucinihilipilification."

3 things about the person who tagged you: She has curly hair, freckles, and likes to listen to music with screaming. : p

Remember

This is a dream that I had...uh...awhile ago? Anyway, I made it into a story and thought that it would make an interesting post. So here it is. Of course, I did have to elaborate a little bit, but it was a detailed dream. 

“Remember, unlock the door second.”

There is a dark green door with a wade window of frosted glass, it’s brass doorknob needing a key to open. Beside the door on the dark wall is another brass lock. I’ve been in through that door before.

Inside is a room where white tiles cover the floor and ceiling; there are no lights in this room. It is moonlit, but without a moon. Cream-colored file cabinets line the walls from floor to ceiling, but they are unlabeled. Blank.

My pale had stands out against my black sleeve as I gently put an old key into the doorknob. I feel like a thief sneaking in but I am unsure why. I take another key, newer type this time, and put it into the lock on the wall. Taking a deep breath, I turn both keys at the same time. Something clicks.

I gently push the door open just enough to see inside. “Remember, open the door second.” Oh crap. Alarms go off in my head at the same time they do in the building. There are no flashing lights as one might expect, just the piercing sound. Get out. I turn and run.

I’m on a beach and I can see the water ahead. I feel that I’ll be safe if I can just get to the water. Adrenalin rushes through my veins as I sense someone running behind me. It’s much like the feeling you get when your playing a game of tag and you know your about to get tagged. I near the water and leap as far as I can, stretching out my lean form and diving head-first into the frothy waves. My pursuer finds difficulty in swimming but I speed ahead, swimming out toward the open ocean.

After a few minutes of over-arm stokes my limbs begin to feel heavy. I’m thrown into a violent fit of coughing as I swallow a mouthful of salty water. Keep going. I try to gain my momentum back but the water is pulling me down. It tempts me with thoughts of eternal escape as my head goes under. No. I kick hard but there is no energy left. I close my eyes as I sink farther and farther, life leaving my body. My lungs eyes and lungs burning, I try again to break the surface. I sink back down, this time, to die. 

Tuesday Morning

It's Tuesday, which means it's not Monday. So I guess I made it through Monday. HEY! I JUST REALIZED THAT I HAVE A DREAM TO TELL ABOUT! 

In my dream, I wasn't me. I was a woman, maybe 28 years old, and I was running from the police. Sounds bad, right? I don't know why I was running from them, but I do know that I had a son and a daughter that were going to go to Child Services or whatever it's called when the parents are unsuitable and the children get taken away. I think that this had to do with my husband (who was a rotten guy, I guess, and a bad cop). 

Anyhow, I was dressed in a disguise but a policeman recognized me so I went sprinting down alleys and dodging buildings. And I was really fast. I also happened to be wearing my convertible dress as a skirt (which is one way it can be worn). I made it to the library and I changed my disguise in the bathroom (of course). Now I was wearing the skirt as a dress and I ditched the wig. Then I climbed out the window and walked past a police car and they didn't recognize me! Yay! 

My whole goal through all of this was to get my kids back. Tommorow I will post one other dream that I had that I wrote as a story. 

So thanks for tuning in to Synk Thetafyz dreams...again. Bye!

ItsMyBirthday!!!!

Yay. Actually, I completely forgot that it was my b-day this morning. Birthdays are so embarrassing. I remember one birthday I had some friends over and I burst out laughing when we were eating cake because it was completely silent. That's all I have to type about...so I'll type about jars. 

Definition: a wide-mouthed, cylindrical container made of glass or pottery, esp. one used for storing food. 

- the contents of such a container

I think that jars have been officially replaced by cans in the "storing food" part of the deal. Even in my childhood (I'm still young, don't worry), we didn't use jars to store food. They're officially outdated except in storing jams and jellies. Sometimes they store peanut butter. 

Juniper seeds. Goodbye.