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.