Bad Llama

Last night was... eventful. It started out as a quiet afternoon. Rehearsal was cancelled so I went over to Ross’s house to waste the time between school and going to see Constantine with Ross’s free ticket(s). As he was trying to round people up to come with us, it occurred to me that I didn’t know how to get there. Unsurprisingly, neither did Ross. Ergo, we turned his house (“house being a pseudo-metaphor for “computer room”) upside-down. Alas, no map of Houston was to be found. Michael tried to get directions off of mapquest.com, but to no avail. Their computer is a failure. I finally remembered that I have a Houston map in the Suburban, so we took off to meet the whopping group of 2 people Ross had collected at Brazoswood as he searched the map for Dunvale Street. After picking up Zach and Matt, we headed toward Houston with a vague assurance as to how to reach our destination. Sure enough, I missed the exit. I could try to blame it on Ross’s lack of map skills, but I don’t mind taking the culpability. Therefore, it was my fault. We spent a good hour and a half bum-stumbling around Houston and the surrounding area looking for a place to eat that we didn’t have access to in Lake Jackson. After all, we wouldn’t want to waste a perfectly good trip to Houston. Finally, we came across an Olive Garden and chose to eat there. Despite my most recent post, however, this is not the end of my story.

On my way to Ross’s house after returning Matt and Zach to their vehicles at Brazoswood, I began to experience slight, but ultimately tolerable pains from my lower abdomen. Unfortunately for me, the discomfort didn’t subside and suddenly shot to a searing pain as I turned into the Lake Jackson Farms. It quickly went away, but then came back. Then it left, and then came back. This time, it didn’t go away and became unbearable. Finally, as I turned onto Otter Trail, I told Ross that he would have to drive the rest of the way to his house because I was doubled over in unbelievable pain. Ross drove the Suburban to my house where my mother then decided she’d drive me to the hospital. Of course, Ross still needed to get home. Guess who was the only one capable of legally driving him home: my father. For those of you that know why this is awkward, skip ahead to the non-italicized writing. For those of you that have forgotten or never knew, continue below:

One day, not like all other days, Ross came over to visit me momentarily. I went outside and sat in his car so as to prevent him from having to go inside, considering the fact that he’s banned from the confines of my home. Unfortunately, Rachel is not, and she was standing in the window looking out at us in the car. Ross began to get annoyed, as did I, and decided that he would flip her off. Now, whether this was the best idea or not, you’ll have to be the judge, but I’m going to go with “no” on that one. Anyway, he proceeded as aforementioned, and as expected, Rachel was none-too pleased. I didn’t actually realize that he did it. He told me he did and, of course, I was upset about it. I told him that he can’t do that he’ll get the both of us in trouble. Sure enough, as I turned away, he did it again. Rachel wasn’t too fond of that so she called my father. This is the part where we all say “Holy crud. Can I have your Gamecube, Julie?” because I’m about to die. I tell Ross to leave and as I go inside Rachel hands me the phone and tells me that Dad wants to talk to me. Now, without exact words, I can sum up the conversation as the following:

“Julie?”
“Yes...?”
“If I ever see that @$%*& *%&!@^ @#$%^& *&#$ *&@&^% again I’ll break his &*#^% fingers off. Do you understand me? I will *#^$%*& break his &#@$*^ fingers.”

That’s just about how the conversation went... so to continue:

This is the part where I try to save Ross’s life:

“Oh no, Mom, Dad doesn’t have to do that. Ross can just come with us to the hospital. I’m sure he doesn’t mind. He might even prefer it!”

But does anyone listen to the apparently invalid-ridden girl? I don’t think so. Mom takes me to the hospital. I pray that Ross is still alive when I go to school tomorrow. When we got there I’m estimated there were a good 20 people in line before me. Now, who goes to the Emergency Room at 12:00 at night? I’m guessing those 20 people. Surprisingly it didn’t take long, though. I went in and the lady took my blood pressure and heart rate and told me I had to... use a cup. She told me from the sound of what happened she thought I had kidney stones. So, she tested what was in the cup and came back and told me I have “perfect urine”, which doesn’t make sense if it’s a kidney stone, but it’s still possible. Now I’m going to take a poll to determine who thinks it’s a kidney stone and who goes with ovarian cysts. Choose one of the following:

a) Kidney Stones
b) Ovarian Cysts
c) Tuberculosis
d) Brain Cancer

Go ahead and leave comments to let me know which one you chose. I'm having trouble setting up a counter since I'm on the school computer.

Aye-yai-yai

I never have time to post anymore. It saddens me because I always have things to post about and I never get a chance to talk about those things. So in this post I'll talk about everything that I can remember. OK. The furthest back occurrence that I deem post-worthy would have to be my Environmental lab from last Tuesday. We did a sex lab where we all traded "bodily fluids" with each other. One of the students started out with an STD and the point of the experiment was to have it passed on through all of our sex, and then determine who the source was. Guess who the uber slut was. That's right, it was me. I was the one that started out with the highly contagious STD. I'm such a dirty slut. Another thing that I can think of is the journey that Zach, Matt, Ross, and I took to try to see Constantine for free last Tuesday night. I failed. I was the driver and I missed my exit so we wouldn't be on time for the movie. So, we decided to drive around for like another hour looking for a place to eat because we didn't want to waste a perfectly good trip to Houston. We stopped at Olive Garden because I love it there and I was the driver. Zach and Matt owe me money. Then Wednesday Ross and the entire Advanced Theater class was on a TV show. Ross was only shown for like 1 second, though. Then... let me think, what else has happened? Well, Saturday was my mom's birthday. She turned 52. I was telling people it was 53 so I'm taking this moment to correct myself. Of course, if you ask her she'll say she turned 39, like she has for the past 12 years. Saturday was also the night of the SIDS Gala. I was sad that I couldn't dance. Sunday I cleaned the house a lot because that's what we always do for Mom's birthday. Monday was Monday. Today was TAKS day, meaning sleep-in-late day for me. I went to IHOP with a bunch of people and we saw a bunch of people. Then I went to Government and watched the end of a boring Reagan video. I keep on forgetting to go rent "All the President's Men" to make sure that I have it for our Government get-together. I wanted to do it this Saturday, but I couldn't tell everyone that we'd do it this Saturday and then not actually have access to the movie. That would be pointless to have everyone over to not watch the movie. Now then, it's time to talk about my Valentine's Day. I'm sorry to everyone whose Valentine's Day was awful, but mine was good. First I got a box of chocolate hearts from Ross, then he gave me a rose in second period, then he surprised me out by my car after college with another half a dozen roses and took me to his house so we could eat french fries and chicken strips. Now, I know that doesn't sound very good to a lot of you, but those are my favorite things to eat, and Ross knows it. Thank you, Ross. That really was sweet.

Thank you, Bob!

I finally have an actual opportunity to post. I finally broke down and am now on the laptop. I hate the laptop. It has these stupid programs that no matter how many times I delete, just come right back the next time it's turned on. Anyway, it's been two weeks since I made an actual post. I don't even remember anything that happened this week except for the Beach to Bay Marathon that I helped with for NHS. I organized things for the water stations set up along the beach for the runners to reinforce their stamina at. It was pretty much a nightmare, literally last night. I could hardly sleep because I was having a dream that no one was showing up to sit at their tables and such. It was terrible. Now I'm tired, as usual. The actual marathon was a success, though. Almost everyone showed up and even some extra people came. We had enough people, enough tables, Mrs. Bayer brought the music, and the members brought their CD players. Everything went off pretty well. I was there for a total of 7 hours. That's 2 hours more than the amount of sleep I got Friday night. Thank goodness I had plenty of people to stay all day at the marathon. Thanks most especially to my friends... that I forced to go and stay all day. I'm thinking there's a good chance that if I hadn't made them spend the night, they wouldn't have come. Yesterday was definitely an adventure. Especially the part about me needing to go the bathroom. When I finally had the opportunity I was in crippling pain. I looked everywhere but no place had acceptable bathrooms. I finally went to a gas station and I said to myself, "Look, Marsha," because that's what I call myself in my head. I said, "Look, Marhsa: you're going to have to settle sometime. Now, if this place has a bathroom, you're going to use it." Sure enough, they had a bathroom... outside... in the back... "Ew..." I thought to myself. "This doesn't sound too good." I went out back, and as I turned the corner I saw it - four port-o-potties. "Whatever, Marsha, at least it's a bathroom." I didn't exactly have a good time at the Beach Marathon, but it was alright. It was nice to have Ross there to keep me company at Table 7. Thank you, Ross.

The Hawthorne Heights concert is tonight. It would be nice to go, but since I'm sick my mom doesn't want me doing anything. Ashley even has an extra ticket. I need to go to a concert soon because it's part of my Music Appreciation class. Bah. It's stupid. Oh, I remember one thing from last week. Wednesday. It was Ash Wednesday and Rachel wanted to go to church, at the exact time that the new episode of Lost, the one I've been waiting three whole weeks to see, came one. My mom couldn't take Rachel because she was "not feeling well". So, it was up to me because my dad... well, my dad had no excuse not to take her other than he didn't feel like it. So, with the promise of getting to go to Ross's house and watch it that same night because he was Tivoing it, I took her. Upon my return home I saw my mom out in the driveway talking to Sandra Sabbagh who took Rachel home. Thanks to Rachel for telling me about that... oh wait, she didn't, and I went out of my way to pick her up for nothing. So, my mom is talking to Sandra and says goodbye and turns to me to say that she's taking the Suburban. Now, I have two things to say to this - 1. She can't have the suburban because I'm about to go to Ross's house to watch the episode of Lost that she made me miss, and 2. What is she all the sudden well enough for that she's able to leave the house? So, I inquire. As it turns out, "Dad wants some wine." Now, let me get this straight: she's sick if she needs to take someone to church, but she's well enough to buy herself some liquor. I don't think so, Mom. I went to Ross's house to watch Lost, but we couldn't because we were waiting on his mom and brother to come home and they never came and I had a 9:30 curfew so I didn't get to see it until Friday. All I have to say about it is Charlie is an idiot. I don't care how the writers tried to make it look, but Charlie is an idiot. THE END.

I Know

It's been over a week since I last posted. I know, I'm as shocked as you are, but I really haven't had much of an opportunity, especially since my computer is stupid and won't let me open the stupid Mozilla window to actually surf the internet. Stupid 8 year old computer. Anyway this has been a busy week. Super-duper busy. Now that rehearsal has started I lose about 8 hours of Julie time per week, but I'm perfectly alright with that. Well, sometimes it would be nice to have more Julie time, but I don't mind it that much because Ross is there with me, and he makes everything better. I enjoy doing the play and I hope that no one gets terribly disturbed by my lack of acting skillz. I mean, gurls like boys with skills like... nunchaku skills, bow hunting skills, computer hacking skills... I heart Napoleon Dynamite.

So I'll skip the weekdays because those aren't as important as the weekend. Friday was lots of fun. I watched Garden State... sort of. I wasn't exactly able to hear most of it so I'll have to watch it some other time to actually get the whole effect of the movie. Like, I didn't understand what was going on a lot of the time because I would miss certain parts. So Saturday I tried to watch it again after our adventures in shopping, but I was way too tired so we just decided to go to bed.

Saturday was certainly an adventure, though. I'm amazed at how impossible it is to find a dress under my parental imposed $100 limit. Oh wait... no, no, I'm not. Where the freaking heck am I supposed to find a dress under $100? and that's including the tax! I'm totally out of luck in that department. Now, although the dress shopping failed, the overall experience was awesome. The first ultra neat thing that happened was getting to eat 12 pieces of pizza at Pepperoni's before we even started the actual shopping. My favorite part was definitely when we were at Starbucks waiting on Ashly and Tipti to get the lattes. Out of nowhere some radio DJ from Chicago came up and started talking to Rachel, Sara, and me about cancer kids or something. I'm not really sure what he was saying but he was absolutely hysterical. He just couldn't get over Sara's eyes. Apparently they're absolutely stunning. He was borderline creepy. He told me I looked like I should be Prom queen, and he's in love with Rachel because "she's so fun." We bought some magazine to sponsor cancer patients at St. Jude's Hospital. I was sure that he was legitimate, even though he showed us an ID, but because he had his story so well planned out and amused me so much I decided to pay for his drugs... which is what I've decided he'll be spending that money on if he was lying to us. That's just fine with me. At least he was clean when he took my money. Actually, Rachel had to chip in some cash. Which leads me to another part of the story.

Rachel and Ashley were driving down Ben Ziegler's street on their way to Rachel's friend's house and noticed a toilet sitting by the street at someone's house. They took me by it and told me they would forgive me of all my debts if I would go up to that person's house and

(the rest will be posted at a later date. I was inturrupted in the process of typing this, and have been too busy to complete it. I appologize. Oh, and Ross, I love you sweetheart.)

(This blog was posted by Ross.)