Maxigumee

Yesterday was a ton of fun- at least the getting out of school part. Today was a day off because of teacher meetings or something, so my sister hosted a sleep over birthday party for a girl who’s parents wouldn’t let her have one.

Also, it was part of the of the American Idol Finale. Fantasia was SO good! Diana was pretty good, but Fantasia was SO gooood! So- to prove how much some of us loved Fantasia, two of the people from the party and I went up to a big street at about 9:30pm with “Vote for Fantasia!” signs. We went up to shop and restaurant windows and held them up, we stood at the curb and had cars honk at us. We even had a few people flip is off! It was tons of fun!

I’m super sorry for not posting for like a week. I’ve just been preoccupied with a whole bunch of other garbage. My last week has been pretty cruddy. Here’s a list of what happened:

1) My sister got a really nasty contagious (and embarrassing) rash, which of course, freaked me out as I’m so terrified of stuff like that.

2) I was without my computer for a few days because I brought it in to have the screen fixed. The screen on my iBook occasionally (mostly after it waked up from sleep) gets blurry with vibrating little green pixels all over the place. It’s kind of hard to describe. The guy at the Apple Store said it was a logic board problem and that Apple would repair it for free. Yay…. [overly dramatic tone] or so I thought….[/overly dramatic tone]

3) Friday morning, I woke up to my sister shouting and being in a cranky mood. I was crossing the street to the bus stop, the bust was about to turn. I ran to the bus stop just as it was turning. I was at the bus stop and it drove right by me.

4) On Friday afternoon, the Apple Store people called and said that the serial number on my iBook was older than the serial numbers that applied for the free logic board repairs. Poo. If I wanted to fix it, it might cost $300.

5) So, after hearing this dreadful news about my iBook, I immediately began obsessing over needing a new one. I don’t know what it is about me. It’s a really bad habit. Once I get an idea in my head I can *not* *shut* *up* about it. That’s probably how I got myself into the mess in number 6.

6) I decided I needed to raise a ton of money to buy a new computer. Soo…. I decided to make a lemonade stand. I want to the supermarket and bought about $30 in supplies.

7) At the supermarket, I saw that they were selling The Lord of The Rings The Return of The King about four days before its scheduled release. I was super excited, but my mother wouldn’t let me get it because we were buying all the other stuff.

8) I stayed up until like 1:30 in the morning making lemonade stand stuff. I had like the cutest little signs EVER made out of paper bags.

9) The day of the lemonade stand had pretty crappy weather, at least in early part of it. It was raining and windy.

10) At the lemonade stand, the police came and asked us if we had a permit. Then, my friend who was helping me was asked for a cigarette twice by strangers. Then another creepy guy came up to us and told us we needed a health permit. For goodness sake! It’s only a lemonade stand!

11) Back at home, I accidently broke a fancy dish that we used to hold some of the lemonade stand food. Then, being mad at myself, I accidently broke a calculator and my lamp shade.

12) Today, after school, I rode to the supermarket to go pick up The Lord of The Rings. The supermarket is like three miles, or maybe more away from my house. I was riding with Adam, and he is a *really* fast bicyclist. I was very tired and dizzy by the time I got there and found out [*gasp!*] that it was gone or sold out. Adam thought that I had imagined seeing it. I didn’t!

So not I get to look forward to the two tests I have tomorrow. Luckily Wednesday’s a day off, otherwise I’d be TOTALLY depressed.

This weekend has been a bit more stressful than I like my weekends to be. I have math homework this weekend, which is unusual, as we usually don’t get math homework on the weekends…. I have an art project that’s due tomorrow, and I’ve hardly started it, too. The art project consists of three parts: make a chair design based on a certain artist’s style, write a report about it, and make a presentation about it. So that was enough already. On top of all of this other stuff, though, I received some [hushed and mysterious voice] shocking [/hushed and mysterious voice] news.

After school on Friday, my friend, Russell, came over. We were chatting, hanging out, whatever, when the phone suddenly rang. [Three loud toots of a horn- BUM-BUM-BUM!] Russell answered it. He told me it was my aunt who was looking for my parents. I gave Russell my father’s cell phone number and he told it to my aunt. The time passed, and I didn’t think much of it.

-Then- Then, my parents got home. I went into the living room, where they were sitting. This is when I heard the -shocking- news.

My mother said something along the lines of, “how would you like to have two little kids dropped of at our doorstep?”

I stood there, for a moment, slightly puzzled. Then, somebody in the room, I can’t remember who, said something along the lines of, “It has something to do with somebody who called earlier.”

I thought for a moment, gasped, and flung my hand over my mouth.

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