Stayed up to watch the Michigan game. It was friggin' awesome. I was well-rewarded. My dad left after half-time because he was so disgusted. I was disgusted too. SO many fumbles, and they had NO offense. Thank god we had some defense. But then- just like that we got two touchdowns in 6 minutes. And then we won! I was also on facebook and was describing what was happening to this other girl who was on, which was fun. Next game is vs. Illinois, another team I like. But Go Blue!
Hit counter- so there's about 20 hits a day. Not bad, not bad. 'Course, some of those are from me, but yeah.
I've started a glass Coke bottle collection. Well, I actually started it a few weeks ago but didn't mention it. I have 3 Coke bottles, (the other coke bottle from our first day here), one Sprite bottle (from this post). Two of the Cokes are on my bookshelf, and I labeled them with post-its saying what I had for dinner and stuff with it. So obsessive, I know. But it'll help remember stuff and stuff.
My cold is much better. It has been reduced to a mere cough, slightly snotty nose and I'm not that tired. I haven't practiced my trumpet in a week (can you believe it??!?!), but I might start tomorrow or so. I bet I'll sound like a dying cow. And we're still looking for trumpet lessons, which is like first priority over here. Sort of...
School has gotten much better. I'm really "balancing" the whole thing like they always say to. I have a bad habit of not doing much HW on Friday or Saturday then cramming it on Sunday. I need to change that.
"Hey, are you free like (some day I forgot) to the morning of (the next day)?" Blood rushed to my head. Dude. Jess just invited me to something. A birthday party she said. Sleepover. This was in math speciales, and we had to whisper because we were supposed to be working and the teacher was whispering (she had a frog in her throat) so we felt like it. Dude. So I said yeah I think so and gave her my email. Holy- holy crap. Holy crap. That is what I call... friends inviting you to their birthday parties... in a different county.... after knowing them for a few weeks. Wow. This is a revelation. Dunno if you guys know what I mean. But this is COOL. I'll have to invite her to my birthday party.
Yesterday, I went with my dad and mom to visit Pierre again. (My dad's old friend with the motorcycle that now lives in that windy, steep, small road if you remember) I wasn't going to go at first because I had to do HW, but then I got too stressed and went. I was glad I did. I was tired so I got to read my book in their house while they talked. Their house is getting built; it's almost done now. Lunch was yellow custard, which apparently was talked about a lot between my parents and Pierre when they were in England. Then I met some more of the African kids who only knew French. We also played the Swiss version (or variation) of (American) football. We were all standing on three different levels, and when Pierre missed the ball it rolled down the hill. We got it though. It was fun. I showed one of the daughters (Lorri) how to throw the football. That was her first time. She's a little younger than me and doesn't know English so it was... ahh... a little awkward. But it was cool. A short walk followed, which was the best part even though we were "late". We walked on the nearby road from their house, passing farms and seeing the mountains really well.
We passed this one farm and the tractor said "FRICK". It was funny sort of. I should've taken a picture. Then Caroline, who was the smallest kid and who also didn't know English, acknowledged the "caca de vache" (cow poop). It was funny. She said stuff to me sometimes, and I'd just say like, "ooh" or "oui" because I didn't know what she was saying really. It was quite amusing.
After climbing up a little hill, it was amazing. Soft grass under our exercised feet, cool air that was fresh in our lungs, a stunning view of an orb of yellow fathom and inspiration thinking on top of the lake and mist cloaking the mountains. Just like taking a deep breath almost. Happiness. Ha ha ha. Yes. The yellow pierced the sky, the slate of liquid blue calm and acknowledging the warm light, causing quivering streaks and a stairway up.
It was so excellent it almost convinced me to have a different blog title. Excellence transfered into words inside the brain. Comprehension? Perspective?
As we walked back I talked to my mom about the Spanish test. I knew the material pretty well, and she said this didn't really matter. This year was to have fun, to just take in the experience. First priority was learning French, then the English classes, then the other French classes then Spanish probably. She did say having learned two languages would look good on my college application, but honestly I don't care that much about Spanish. I've got a load of other things that I want to pursue, out of love.
I brought up the fact to my mom that I was much more optimistic. "It's weird, though, 'cause like this year, I'm really really optimistic, and I'm not worried about tests hardly at all," I said. That is definitely a plus. When I come back it'll be so awesome.
"The problem is though, it feels like I'm slacking because it's like I'm not doing the work, and also it's bad to do this now because I'm doing a year where grades don't matter and when I come back, the atmosphere will be where grades matter the most," But she said I wasn't slacking. Maybe I am sort of working hard. Maybe I shouldn't set my standards so high. I'm trying, I want to learn, and like Becca said, it's not that I'm stupid, it's the language barrier.
The Spanish test was easy. I studied. It was one page, with like 10 questions. I didn't ace it, but I don't think I failed it. Before the test, I told Jessica I was just going to have fun. I was so un-nervous it was almost scary. This test so didn't matter. I was just going to do my best and yeah.I also brought my jewel of concentration from band, which helps. At the end she asked me if I had fun. I just smiled back at her. You could say that.
You guys. We are seeing Wicked in London on Halloween. That is so wicked, chum! I am so getting a poster. I can hear Ms. Smith now telling us about how you should see stuff live, and how she did and got all of these posters that she put in the band room. I miss that place. I miss Ann Arbor. I'll get flashes where I remember a place, like Packard Road with the Levins or under that bridge with graffiti taking pictures with Jenny. Excetera.
I've just got to endure. I'm worried at the beginning of the day, but then the unfamiliarity becomes familiarity and I'm optimistic. I still don't fully trust optimism. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I don't want to put so much "trust" in my "non-panicness". I dunno. But seriously, how many life experiences will it take for me to not worry at all?
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Yeah, the Wisconsin / Michigan game was pretty cool. I actually got to go which was pretty weird. The game was pretty boring though at the beginning which was pretty weird.
So if I wanted to listened to Blingadesh Blogcast how would I go around doing that?
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