Psychological Problems

Oh, dear... yesterday didn't go very well at all, did it? No-sir-ee, Bob. It did not. I had just finished cleaning the entire house, and I was very proud of myself, for the house seemed to sparkle merrily. The house was very happy that I'd cleaned it. I decided I'd earned a reward for cleaning the house so well, so I turned on the computer, ready to sit down and read a nice, mushy Harry Potter fan fic. Just as I typed in "fanfiction.net", my dad asked if I'd been studying for my distance learning psychology test. I hadn't, so he said I'd better get started on it.

So, I hauled my heavy, yet lovely pink backpack out to the family room, ready to study for the test that would take place on October 3rd... or so I thought. At this time, Dad informed me that I'd gotten something in the mail from Mott's distance learning office, reminding me of my test during... the week of September 23rd, which was last week! I don't know what my dad's problem is, but he seems to enjoy opening my mail, and Zach's too. That's frickin' illegal! I should sue. And I felt like suing him when he immediately started freaking out, yelling at me so loud, I'm sure our neighboring countries heard. He began throwing random pillows, all the while screaming his head off about what an irresponsible, lazy kid I am.

Apparently, yelling at me about my psychology test wasn't enough, so he demanded that I show him the syllabus for my distance-learning sociology class. I thought my test for that class was going to be on October 3rd too... but, according to my syllabus, the last possible day to take the test is October 2nd. Dad then went on another rampage. This time, for some unknown reason, he decided to pick up all my school folders & papers, and threw them accross the room. While he was throwing all my stuff, he lectured me on how disorganized I am. I said, "Um... I know I'm disorganized, but how will you throwing my stuff around help me get more organized?" Apparently, this was the worse thing I could have said at that moment. He yelled, "You always have time to play! Play, play, play, that's all you and Zach ever do! You never do any work, and you'll never amount to more than a McDonald's employee!"

As I gathered up all my school stuff, Dad screamed, "I don't want you going to any parties or anything for the entire month of October! You stay home and study!" I was like, "Dad, when do I ever go to parties? I'm always home." He raged, "Don't change the subject! I don't want you going on the computer for the month of October either!" He ended his ridiculously loud, angry lecture by saying, "Get out of my sight, it makes me madder than heck just to look at you right now." Nice. Real nice.

I know I'm disorganized, and I really need to work on that. What I don't get is, why does my dad always yell at Zach and I when we do something wrong? Why can't he just stay calm and give us some advice about how we can better whatever sticky situation we find ourselves in? Ugh. Yelling at us doesn't make us want to get to work. If anything, it makes me want to do the opposite of whatever Dad says. I think my dad is the one who needs to study psychology because, obviously, he's got some definite problems in that area.

Well... *yawns* I stayed up too late studying, so I'm going to take a nap now. Oh yes, as you can see, I'm using the computer while Dad's at work. *Rolls eyes* People think they can keep me from my internet. *Pets monitor*

--Holly Rachael >:-0

You Make Me Wanna Write a Dozen Book Reports

"...then pack myself in styrofoam. Sometimes you make me wanna build a model of the Eiffel Tower out of Belgian waffles."--"You Make Me"--"Weird Al" Yankovic.

Wow. That... was... creepy... yet hilarious. I just walked out to the family room, where Zach was sleeping, so I could wake him up and see if he'd rather sleep in bed than on the couch. He opened his eyes, sat up a bit and said, "Hey Holly, do you have any brothers?" I blinked and said, "Um... are you still asleep or something?" He replied, "No. Well... yeah, kind of. But answer me, do you have a brother?" I looked at him strangely and said, "Yes, dear, that would be you." Zach laughed and said, "No, I mean, do you have any twin brothers?" I decided to shake him again. "Zach, wake up," I said. To this, he said, "No, wait... do you have any Italian brothers? I mean... no, do we have a Japenese cousin that we didn't know about till now?" That did it. I pulled him off the couch and told him to go to bed, and he went. So that was rather strange.

Yesterday was fun, as all Wednesdays are for me. We played some kind of theater-fied version of charades. Some of the finer charades acts were when Kyle acted out Builder Bob in a stip club, Monica played Britney Spears doing a church sermon, Leah was Ray Charles on Who Wants to be a Millionaire and I had to act out Forest Gump as a student in that theater class. Another thing we did was group pant-a-miming, which was rather... well... scary. Jason lived up to his name by pretending to kill me with various invisible objects all through the activity. A new student joined the class yesterday, too. His name was Nick the Hilarious 38-Year-Old Black Guy With the Precious Little Girl. But we all decided to call him Nick.


And now, here are some fun survey questions:

Favourite singer? Amy Grant.
Favourite TV programme? Port Charles.
Favourite actor? Brian Gaskill (Rafe, Port Charles).
Favourite actress? Erin Hershey (Alison, Port Charles).
Favourite food? Stuffed pumpkin shells.
Favourite drink? Non-alcoholic strawberry daquiries.
Favourite word? Antidisestablishmentarianismology. Try usin' that one in Scrabble.
Favourite smell? Pumpkin.


--Holly Rachael :-D

My Beautimous Pink Shoes and the Jungleriffic Mix

My dad is a gnarley guy. The other day, he decided that he wanted to buy me a butt-load of new clothes. We went to the mall, and there, in Marshall Fields, I found... *Echo effect* .:::THE WORLD'S PERFECT SHOES:::. *End echo effect*

Hmm. They seem much prettier in real life, for some reason. I guess my shoes aren't very photogenic, but they are very lovely, nonetheless, and for this I am proud of them. After purchasing *echo effect* THE WORLD's PERFECT SHOES *end echo effect*, we went into the mall, and entered a marvelous store where I found two pairs of purt-ay jeans and one pair of... .:::THE WORLD'S COOLEST TRAIN ENGINEER PANTES:::. As Father and I piled back into the car and popped in my "Country Goodness" mix CD, I realized I would have been in a very content mood... if it weren't for that TORNADO WATCH! *Terrified look* And there you have it: I am officially a wuss. *Goes to hide in the basement*

Well, the very next day, the sibling decided that it was time for us to get a new computer DJ program-- one that wouldn't freeze up like our elderly burned copy of e-Jay. And so, Zach-the-Mac and I took a road trip to all the fine software-carrying stores: *In neon lights* Babbages, Office Max, Office Depot and the best of the bunch, Best Buy. It was there, at Best Buy, that we found .:::THE WORLD'S MOST ROCKIN' COMPUTER DJ PROGRAM:::. Zach the Lego Maniac and I are now the proud owners of Acid Music 3.0. *Beams* We immediately rushed home to start making new Holly Technos and Zach Hip-Hop Jams.

However, when we got home, Grandma and Grandpa Z. were here. And so, we sat down and talked with them. Grandma Z.'s insulting comment of the day was--"Holl, you must've gotten new clothes! You usually dress like you want everyone to think you're cool!" Hmph.

Eventually, Zach and I did get to make some new songs with Acid Music 3.0. The first song we made is called "Holly's Jungleriffic Song" and you shall all hear it when I can persuade Zach to upload it to my diary. Well, I suppose I should get to fanfiction.net before it spontaneously decides to stop working again. *Hugs and handshakes*

--Holly Rachael :-D

We're Not Lost, We Just Don't Know Where We Ar

Wednesday was a very fun-filled day, since I went to my wondermously insane class, theater practice! Laurie, the professor, had us all talk about what we'd been up to since the previous Wednesday. Since you FODers don't have a clue what's been going on with me for a while either, I'll fill ya in...

My dad and I studied for the math portion of my G.E.D. test that I was going to take on Friday morning-- all... week... long. Needless to say, it was a very monotonous few days. Occasionally, I would begin to understand some of the math problems Dad was trying to teach me. However, when I didn't understand a problem, he would freak out and start yelling at me about how easy this stuff was. I should be in the Guiness Book of World Records under "Most Emotional Person of All Time" because every time my dad yells at me, I cry. And that's quite often.

The only time I got to do something that wasn't math was when my dad was sleeping. Whoa, I was so stressed out after all that math, I was so glad to find the super-mega-awesome Harry/Hermione fan fic, The Tango is for Two by Vanilla PuF. Good stuff there, Sadora, good stuff!

Anyhoo, I finally made it to theater class where I learned that, in the past week, Don managed to lock himself outside of his girlfriend's apartment in his underwear. *Points at Don* Ha-ha! Then Laurie had us do some more pant-a-mime stuff. We were told to pretend that we were in a store, using the bathroom, when we find that we're stuck in the bathroom stall; the lock's broken. Suddenly, we hear someone announce that the store will be closing in five minutes. I... er, "pretended" to take my pants off and climb out of the stall with them while Morgan pretended to flush herself down the toilet to get out, and Leah used an imaginary hair pin to pick the lock on her stall. It was jolly good fun. *Nods*

Then it was time for improv, which is much better than pant-a-miming, because there's talking involved and... well, it's rather hard to act without talking. Two people would sit in the middle of the stage and act like they were at a bus stop. The objective of the activity was to get the other person out of the "bench" while waiting for the bus, but we couldn't actually say, "Get off the frickin' bench!" Laurie pretended to have lice and scared Kyle out of the seat, I decided to be an obese chick who showered Laurie in crumbs from my "donuts", and then Regina took on the role of a hooker who scared me away.

Some of the better performances were put on by Kyle who acted like he had narcolepsy, and fell asleep on Don's lap, Jason, who pretended to be a flaming homosexual, Chris, who appeared to be some sort of psycho that wanted to lick up Jason's sweat, and Leah, who took on her friend's funny and crazy Jewish aunt's personality. Thoroughly hilarous stuff there. Fun was had by all. Oh yes, and Laurie informed us that we will either be putting on a play called The Laramy Project, or one called The Elvis Monologues. I hope we don't do The Laramy Project because I saw that on Hate Crimes on MTV and... well, it gave me nightmares for months, let's just say that.

Yesterday, Mom, Mike and I headed out to the Amy Grant concert in Plymoth, but first Mike decided to drive us way out of our way so he could take pictures of the baseball field at Central Michigan University, for some reason. Well, then this hot dude gave us bogus directions, and we got really lost. After like, four freaking hours, we finally made it to the big church where Amy was performing. She was awesome, as usual, and her adorable, tiny toddler, Korina came out on stage to dance around in these cute little fairy wings. Aww... It was bloody brilliant!

Finally, this morning, I took the math portion of my G.E.D. test. I think I did okay, and I really hope I passed. And I prayed for you, MariAnn! I know you took your test yesterday; let me know how ya did! Okay, my work is done here! *Salutes*

--Holly Rachael :-D

*Swings Golf Club* FOUR!

If you haven't read "A Kiss Isn't Just a Kiss" by Elia Sheldon, you're a poophead! If you're tired of being such a poophead, then you can click on this link, then read and read and read until there is no more reading to do.
A Kiss Isn't Just a Kiss If you enjoy being an infernal poophead, and don't want to read the story, I'll understand. *Waits* REEEEAAAD IT! READ IT, I SAY!

Stolen from: aeva et maria

What are 4 things people call you and why?


1. Holly--because they know my name
2. Daria--because they obviously don't know my name, but know that I was obsessed with Daria for years.
3. Holly Rachael--because they like doing things the lengthy way
4. HR--because they like the 1st 2 innitials of my name, but not the last one.


Name 4 bad habits you have:


1. Cracking all of my joints
2. Quoting TV shows, Harry Potter and internet bumper stickers, in every-day conversations
3. Trying to convince my doctor that everyone eats ten meals a day
4. Filling out survey after survey after...


Name 4 people currently on your bad side:


1. Osoma Bin Laden
2. Sadam Hussane
3. Satan
4. Jon, the Sim I created, who's too lazy to do anything but sit in the freaking hot tub.


Name 4 scents you love:


1. Strawberry
2. Pumpkin
3. Peanut butter fudge
4. Freshly-baked sugar cookies


Name 4 things you'd never wear:


1. A thong. "Seems like it'd just cut ya in two every time you bowl!"--Jeff Foxworthy
2. A dickie.
3. Pants that are twelve sizes too big for me (sadly, I know many people who do this).
4. A T-shirt that proclaims, "I heart Eminem!"


Name 4 things you like:


1. Harry Potter
2. Theater class
3. Kitties
4. Doggies


Name 4 TV shows you love:


1. Daria
2. Port Charles
3. Johnny Bravo
4. The Simpsons


Name 4 celebrities you don't like:


1. Eminem
2. Kid Rock
3. Howard Stern
4. The American Idol A-hole


Name 4 drinks you regularly drink:


1. Vanilla soy milk
2. Iced tea
3. Diet, caffiene-free Coke (shut up, it's what my dad buys!)
4. Cafe caramel chillers from the Coffee Beanery


Name 4 places you'd like to visit:


1. Las Vegas (for the thousandth time, heh)
2. King's Cross Station so I can ask where I can find Platform 9 3/4.
3. Disney World (yes, again)
4. The Olive Garden, daily.


Give 4 random facts about your family:


1. My grandma Z. enjoys being contrary
2. My parents have been divorced for five years, but I live with both of them, on different days
3. My brother is a security guard
4. My grandpa Shoup can play just about every musical intrument there is.


Name 4 random facts about yourself:


1. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder
2. I have no musical talent, but enjoy singing 24/7, nevertheless.
3. I think gym should be banned from all schools, instead of required
4. I am a vegetarian


What are the 4 defining moments of your life?


1. Meeting my two favorite soap stars
2. Dancing on stage with my fave singer, Amy Grant
3. When I got that rock stuck in my knee
4. The time I broke my ankle in 2 places & sprained the other.


Name 4 other questions this survey should have had:


1. What are your 4 favorite pasta toppings?
2. Name your 4 favorite U.S. presidents
3. Name 4 things you liked when you were 4
4. What are your four favorite songs?

*Shrieks and Falls Out of Chair*

Don't worry, that was a shriek of excitement, not one of terror! I just found this awesome person's diary; her name is Gryffindor Weasel. She said in her latest entry that there's a new Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets trailer! I went and checked it out, and I am so excited! Here's the link to where you can see the trailor.

HP & the COS trailer

In the trailer, they show Mandrakes; Harry, Hermione and Ron drinking the Polyjuice Potion; Errol delivering Mrs. Weasley's Howler to Ron; the Howler yelling at Ron; Harry and Ron as Crabbe and Goyle; Professor Lockhart with the Cornish Pixies... it's so great! Oh, and Hermione's hair looks all curly and pretty! I know her hair's not really supposed to look awesome until Goblet of Fire, but I'm still proud of her. Her hair is lurvely! And Harry is so cute! Daniel Radcliff is going to grow into a hottie. At the risk of sounding like Professor Trelawny, I have to say that I see it in his future. *Nods psychicly* And, of course, I see Hermione as Harry's future girlfriend as well. It shall be, I tell you! Those two fictional characters are soulmates!

I'm afraid that when Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets comes to the theater, I'm going to be shooshing everyone who dares speak during the movie. I just may buy some Skittles to throw at people if they make a peep. Or I could just put a silencing charm on the theater. Yes, that's what I'll do.

So... on an unrelated note, I went to the Olive Garden for Grandma Shoup's birthday tonight. Woo hoo! I hadn't been there in such a long time, I'd been going through some serious Olive Garden withdrawal. That's our favorite restaurant, my mom's and mine. I can't be away from that angel hair with marinara for long. Dude, but you know what's just wrong? My grandparents paid for everyone's dinner! It was Grandma's birthday and she paid! And look at how many people's meals she paid for: Zach, me, Mom, Mike, Carrie, Lawren, Uncle Tim, Grandpa and Aunt Patricia. My grandma is the sweetest person in the world.

After the Olive Garden, we all went to my mom's house for cake. My mom is the world's best cake decorator, and she made a cake that looks exactly like Grandma! Mom and Grandma rock.

So... yeah, that's all I have to say for now. Later, everybody!


*No hugs, no kisses, just handshakes*
--Holly Rachael :-D

What Do You Mean, "No More NC-17"?!

Dude. Duuuuuude! Dude. Fanfiction.net is no longer accepting NC-17 rated fics! Now, don't get me wrong, I think porn is gross. But these fan fictions were so not porn. I mean, who can read the Harry/Hermione fic, "It Was You" and think it's dirty? It's like, the sweetest thing I've ever read in my entire life. *Throws a large gob of hair gel at fanfiction.net people*

I showed up to my 7:00 P.M. theater class wearing my "9/11/01" shirt, which features NYC firemen raising an American flag out of a pile of ash. *Shakes head* I can't believe it's been a whole year since the 9/11 tradgedy. *Glares* Stupid terrorists. All I can say is, thank God that Bush is in office. He's an awesome guy, and a great president.

Theater is a super class. I was mucho proud when the cool skater girl, Leah, told me I was hilarious. *Beams* The professor, Laurie, had us partner up, and do exactly what she said. My starting partner was Leah, but Laurie was like, "Back to back, toe to toe, thumb to thumb, sholder-to-shoulder, switch partner!" She said this all very fast, 5 times in a row. Larry, the 6'5" dude, stepped on my bad toe twice, heh. Yeah, ow. The partner I had in the end was Kyle, the volunteer fireman/class hottie.

Laurie then instructed us to study our partners. I was actually assigned to check out the hot boi. *Grins* I think I got an A+ on that one. Then we had to turn our backs on each other and change 3 things about the way we looked, then turn back to each other and spot what the other person had done to change their appearance. We did that like, 12 times in a row w/ the same partner. *Shrugs* What can I say, I like that class! Then we did some really fun pant-a-mime stuff... or... something. It was like, acting without talking. As we walked to the parking lot, though, I noticed that Kyle has one bad flaw-- he smokes. *Cries*

*Quickly recovers* That's okay, 'cause guess who I met?! I actually met a guy in Intro to Theater who IS A VEGAN! He wears an animal rights shirt every day! Today his shirt read: "FUR IS DEAD". Woo hoo! *Points and laughs at all family members & friends who said I'd never meet a vegetarian guy*

Tonight, I went to Samantha's birthday party. It was quite the jovial event! I really missed Sarah and Samantha! I hadn't seen either of them in like... well, a very long time! Good times, good times. Well, it seems that I am rather dead on my feet. So I shall see you all at a later time. G'bye!

--Holly Rachael ;-D

The Sibling and I

Since I don't have a lot to write about, I thought I'd do a good old-fashioned theme entry!
Do you have any brothers or sisters? How have they influenced your life?

On the snowy, stormy afternoon of February 28th, 1984, the life of two-year-old Zachary Kenneth Zintel was changed forever. He now had a baby sister named Holly Rachael. Although I'm sure little Zachary loved having Mom and Dad's full attention every second of the day, I don't think he really minded the fact that I now got to share the spotlight with him. After all, Zach was still the little genius of the household.

I learned a lot from Zach in the first few years of my life. One of the first things he taught me was that vegetables are gross. I liked vegetables, but I wanted to be like Zach, so I promptly stopped eating them. Zach could sing the entire Sesame Street theme song, which I found most impressive. He could name all the states and capitals by the time he was three, and he even had dance moves to go along with the 3 Stooges song, "The Curly Shuffle". This guy was very cool.

Although I quickly developed an addiction to Nick Jr. cartoons, and shared my mom's love of soap operas, I knew I could count on Zach to always find something funny to watch on TV. My favorite thing to do at home was hang out with Zach in front of the TV, watching Heathcliff and playing this awesome new thing called Nintendo.

Through the years, I've stayed pretty close to Zach. He was my best friend during the first few years of elementary, and I loved to hang out with Zach and his best friend, Tim. While I was sill in junior high, I was very proud when I went to see Zach and Tim march in the band during half-time at school football games. At night-time in the summer between 7th and 8th grade, I stayed up late at night, watching Conan O'Brien and Letterman with Zach. Those were the best times of my life.

In high school, Zach had an on-again, off-again relationship with my best friend, Sarah. All 3 of us hung out with Zach's pal, Bobby, and we all had a lot of fun together. Finally, Zach and Sarah had a very ugly breakup, and I was in total misery, feeling like I had to choose between my best friend and my brother. I ended up choosing both of them, but I would really miss hanging out with Zach and Sarah at the same time.

Although Zach and I rarely get the chance to sit down and watch Conan or play Nintendo together, we still make time to hang out with each other, and I still think he's one of the coolest guys alive. Hats off to Zach, for being the best brother a girl can have.

--Holly Rachael :-D

My, Where Did You Get That Lovely Spatula?

*Sings* "Spatula City, we sell spatulas... and that's all!"--UHF. If you haven't seen UHF, the first and last movie "Weird Al" Yankovic starred in, you need to see it now! See it. *Threateningly shakes fist* Seeeee it!

You know what a really fun class is? Intro to Psychology. And I'm not just saying that because it's a distance learning class that I'm taking online! I read like, 4 chapters of the textbook for it yesterday, and I was only supposed to read 1. Fascinating, deep, awesome stuff, that psychology is.

And now, I'm going to do something that's supposed to be healthy for people, according to my psychology book--a survey!
________________________________________________________
Stolen From: Adidasangel812

Last

movie you rented = Angels II. People told their stories of how their lives were saved by angels. The scenes were all reenacted and it was really cool. Gave me the chills, it did.

song you've listened to = "Softly and Tenderly" by Amy Grant.

song that was stuck in your head- Same as above.

cd you bought = Avril Lavigne--Let Go.

cd you've listened to = Amy Grant--Legacy Hymns and Faith

person you've called = Mom.

person who's called you = I think that was Mom too, heh.

Do

you have bf or gf = Nope.

you wish you could live some where else = Not really, no. For the most part, I really like Flint. I like Vegas too, but I think I'm most comfortable right here.

you think about suicide = No, I rather enjoy living.

you believe in online dating = Absolutely! That's how my mom met Mike, and I've heard a lot of cool stories about people meeting on the internet, then meeting in real life and then getting married and stuff. But when you meet a person from online, you should always have someone you know in real life with you.

other's you find attractive = Um... I think this question is supposed to be worded differently. But some people do and some people don't.

you want more piercings = Nah, I'm set, thanks.

you want more tattoos = I have no tattoos, and I have no desire to get one. Pain is not something I enjoy.

you drink = No.

you do drugs = Nope.

you like cleaning = Sometimes.

you like roller coasters = I like roller coasters if they don't have a lot of big drops.

you write in cursive or print = Depends on what font I'm using. *Smirks* I prefer to type, of course, but I print if I must write longhand.

you carry a donor card = No, but I plan to get one soon.

For or Against

long distance relationships = *Shrugs* Sure.

using someone = *Raises eyebrows* What do you take me for? Against, o' course.

suicide = Against.

killing people = Pfft! Come on, what kind of jerk wrote this survey? I mean, really, who's gonna say, "Oh yeah, I'm all for killing people!" Psycho.

teenage smoking = Against smoking for all ages.

doing drugs = Against.

premartial sex = Actually, I have two answers for this. Personally, I promised myself when I was 8 years old that I would not have premarital sex, and I'm keeping my promise. But if two people are in love, and they can see themselves being married to each other, I think it's fine.

driving drunk = Against! What kind of weirdo wrote this survey...?

gay/lez relationships = *Shrugs* Sure, it makes some folks happy.

soap operas = For! I was named after a soap opera character, I've loved watching soaps my entire life, and I wish to someday be on a soap opera, preferable my favorite, Port Charles.

Favorite

food = Stuffed pumpkin shells.

song = "Naked"--Avril Lavigne and "Save Yourself"--Sensefield.

thing to do = Read Harry Potter books, read and write Harry Potter fan fic, buy Harry Potter merchandise, decorate my room with lurvely Harry Potter fan art, and talk about Harry Potter.

things to talk about = As I said before, Harry Potter. But I also like talking about Daria, animal rights, nifty music, movies, cartoons and soaps.

sports = Quidditch and air hockey.

drinks = Iced tea and smoothies.

clothes = The kind that advertise stuff I like such as Mr. Bean or Amy Grant.

movies = Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Newsies, Orange County, Anastasia, Frequency, Spiderman, The Little Mermaid, Beaty & the Beast, Aladdin, Tarzan, Sleeping Beauty, Heartbreakers, Legally Blonde, UHF, The Family Man, Shrek, Xanadu, Moulin Rouge, Kate & Leopold, Where the Heart Is, Office Space, Dirty Work, Save the Last Dance, Rat Race, Serrendipity, Wayne's World 1 & 2, Titanic, Pearl Harbor, Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure & Bogus Journey... I've gotta stop here or I'll go on forever.

band(s) = Lifehouse, Plus One, BB Mak... this could go on forever too!

holiday = Christmas.

Okay, later!

--Holly Rachael :-D

I'm Not a Liar, I'm an Actress!

I like theater. The people there are like me! People always thought I was weird for quoting lines from my various movie obsessions. But these people do it too! 'Tis a wondermous class, theater practice. The class is every Wednesday night from 7:00 till 8:55, and I must say, Wednesday is my new favorite day of the week!

Our teacher last night was not our actual teacher. A woman named Linda was filling in for her friend, Laurie, who is the real instructor of the class. Nevertheless, we all had lots of fun. Our class of about 12 people arranged our desks into a circle to play a name game. These people were all so uniquely cool, yet everyone was friendly, and we all got along great. We had to say our name and then something that we like that starts with the same letter as our name.

Morgan likes music, but I'll remember her by her blue hair. Regina likes the ring (as in boxing), but I know her as the lady with 5 kids. Kyle likes knocking down fires, and I'll remember him as the class hottie. Leah likes Lifesavers, but it's much easier to think of her as the cool "punk girl". Jason likes jellybeans, but everyone knows him as "the tourist dude" because he always wears a Hawaiian shirt and a big hat. Then, some people, I will remember by what they like. Patrick likes picnics, Larry likes life, Don likes donuts, Monica likes modern music, Sandi likes suckers and Jim (a really fun 60-year-old guy) likes jovialness. And I, of course, am known as Holly, who likes Harry Potter. *Beams*

After the name game, Linda (who, by the way, likes liver, heh) partnered us up, and had us tell our biggest lie ever. I was partnered with Monica, an adorable short, giggly girl who looks like a prep, but isn't. Her lie was like, the most innocent one I've ever heard! She's such a good kid. I told her about how I skipped school because I was afraid of the teachers and students in high school, and how I forged my teachers' signatures so my dad would think I went to school.

Then we had to tell our partner's lie to the whole class. When Monica told my lie, everyone looked at me, seemingly schocked an appalled, but they were all kidding. Some of the lies were really bad, but I'm not going to repeat any of them. It feels like a big bunch of secrets that we all know about each other, and it seems like it would ruin the fun of it if I told other people about the lies.

When everyone's deepest, darkest lies had been revealed (except for Jason's... he claimed he's never done anything wrong, so he's never lied), Linda told us why we revealed these lies. She said lying is a part of acting. You can't be an actor without lying! I thought that was so cool, because that's what I've always said! I once tried to write a short story about a character loosely based on myself called "I'm Not a Liar, I'm an Actress!"

Linda informed us that we're all going to be in a play together in November, but she won't tell us what it is! She feels that that's up to Laurie, our regular instructor. Soooo... I'm on pins and needles waiting to see what play we're going to put on!

Oh yes, one more thing. I forgot to write in here, on Tuesday, about my mole removal. I had a couple of moles that my doctor thought looked rather iffy, so she and a medical student removed them on Tuesday afternoon. Dr. Veliz said I was the first patient she'd ever had that wanted to watch the procedure. I felt so special! *Rewards self with lurvely silver star sticker* She made some pretty deep incisions, so I have seven stitches, altogether, on my right arm. The major plus to this: Getting to wear Harry Potter band-aids!

--Holly Rachael :-D

Awesome First Day

I went to my first college class today! It was super-fun. I had career exploration, which was taught by the counciler who helped me pick out my classes. She's really disorganized (like me!) but she's so nice, and very cool. When she said we were going to have to pick a partner, I panicked. The people in high school were always so mean to me, so my experiences with partners has not been good.

There were 11 people in the class, so I figured I'd be the odd one out. That was the way it usually happened in high school, unless I had a really good friend in the class. In career exploration, I was the only one sitting in the very back row, so I figured no one was going to come to me either. I was about to get up and search for someone who looked like they might be a nice person when this super-cute sk8er boi-type sat down next to me and asked if I wanted to be his partner. I was thinking, "Well, let me see, am I in my right mind? Yeah, I think I want to!"

This guy's name turned out to be Trevor, which is one of my favorite names. We were instructed to partner up with someone to learn more about each other. Trevor had a really quiet voice, but he was really friendly and talkative. He said he's 19, and works at Little Caeser's in Davison, has two dogs, a cat and a bird, and loves playing the guitar, though he's not very good at it. I told him I like to write, and he was like, "So you would rather be going to Stanford like that guy in Orange County?" Heh. I told him no, but I love that movie! He said it was his favorite. *Shrieks in excitement*

So yeah, I think I'm going to like that class very well! And everyone in there turned out to be nice! Good Lord, does college ever beat the crap outta high school! And tomorrow I'm going to theater practice! Hurray!

Oh, dude! I went for a walk with my dog, Chyna, my mom and my step dad, Mike last night. We were almost home when we saw this stray cat that we thought had finally been given a home! We asked the little girl who had said that she was going to keep the cat, but she told us her mom had said she couldn't have her! So, I scooped up Chloe (my mom named her) and handed the dog leash over to Mom as we all headed home. They said I couldn't bring Chloe in the house, for fear that she might have fleas, but I held her and we gave her some food and water while she was on our porch, anyway.

I wish I could keep her at my dad's house, where we don't have any pets, but for some reason, my dad won't let me have a cat! I don't know why. I mean, we had my first cat, Tinsel, at this house! Maybe he's still torn up about her death... So, I don't know what we're going to do about cute, calico Chloe. We'll probably try to take her to the Humane Society, and visit often to make sure she gets adopted by a good family. *Sigh* Later!

--Holly Rachael :-D

This Lettuce is ROTTON!

Heh. That commercial's funny. Well, guess what I did last night? I was getting in the shower, but on the way in, I banged my toe really hard on the side of the tub. I refrained from shouting numerous obscenities, but just barely. I went ahead and took my shower, depite the fact that my toe felt like it was on fire. When I got out of the shower, and was putting on my PJs, I noticed that my toenail had a crack right through the middle of it, and that my whole toe was bleeding quite badly.

Once I had my PJs on, I went to the family room to tell my dad about my toe. The toenail was still hanging on the skin by like | | this much. It really hurt, and Dad said it would feel better if we got the pressure of the remaining nail off of my toe. He suggested heating up a paper clip with a lighter, then drilling through the toenail. Being the undeniable wuss that I am, I called my mom and grandma to see if they had any other solutions that didn't sound quite so painful. They didn't.

After racking my brain for a less painful idea, I finally let my dad try his hot paperclip trick. He heated the paperclip with a lighter for like, 2 minutes. I was like, "Whoa, that looks like it could really burn me if it touched my skin," but my dad said he would make sure it didn't touch my skin, and promised that it wouldn't hurt at all.

He was wrong. He pushed the paperclip against my nail for what seemed like forever, with me wincing for all I was worth, then I made him stop. All he'd managed to do was burn a tiny hole in my toenail, and now it hurt even more than it had in the beginning. So, I popped Orange County (my 5th favorite movie) in the DVD player, and tried to get my mind off of my toenail. It worked for a while, but by the time Jack Black had said, "She was like, 'I hate my job, I'm gonna burn this mother down!'", I was in way too much pain. I had my dad get me the nail clippers, and I went through a very slow, agonizing ordeal as I ever-so-carefully cut the remainder of my nail off.

Ouch. Oh yes, and today, Dad and I went to see this movie called The Good Girl with Jennifer Aniston. It sucked, don't go to see it! It was about as bad as the frickin' Talented Mr. Ripley! And that's very bad. *Hugs all around*

--Holly Rachael :-D