Home For Break @ MindSay 
There is too much to catch up on here. *sighs* Besides the fact that I hadn't planned on going back to Ktown, I use the time in the car on the way there to clear my head, it's 2 hours give or take, of me time, which I don't get anymore since I have roomies and never leave campus during the week. I could really use that time, in fact, I need it something awful. 
ah i'm home for break and does it feel good.
i went to the high school today-joke, still hate them, never going back.
yeah if i ever make it in life and find out that anyone takes credit for it that did not help me one bit, but rather hindered me: i'm going to snap at them....something i've decided.
going to be unproductive right now-holla!
~holly~
Hey all. What has been up in the past 13 days? Not much here.
OK well I wasa t Florida w/ the USHS marching Ram Band from the 7-13. It was a lot of fun. Can't wait till senior year to do it again. We went to Disney World. I got my pictures w/ all sorts of characters. It was fun. I missed Joel and my family really bad though. I got really home sick. But I'm home now so I'm all good.
Easter was fun. Joel came over tom y Grandma and Grandpa's w/ me. He got to see my true colors. I threatened to break my cousins fingers. He was pissing me off and I told him to fuck of or I'd break his fingers. I had his brused hand and I was squeezing it till his fingers were purple. He was on the ground begging for mercy.
I have vball tomorrow. We are doing 3 sets tomorrow. And this air alert thing. It's supposed to improve our verticle jump by 3 inches. Ok well I'm gonna go....
TTFN
I love you so much> I missed you even more though>But don't forget that I love you and I always will.
As promised--a bit about my spring break, which didn't end out as good as it had start, well, sort of . . .
I left Friday (late) morning of break and got home in time to eat a late lunch from Wendy's (drive-thru on the way home). My sister was and scared me because I wasn't expecting her to be home at that time of day, and then I remembered that she had no Friday class--lucky her. (Note the sarcasm there.) Ok, I'll skip over the boring parts about calling mom to let her know I was home okay and all that type of stuff and skip on down to when I went to my cousin's house that afternoon.
Oh but before I do that, I should tell you that when I first got home I was expecting our puppy, Patch, to be greeting me at the door. But my sister said he was in my 'rents' room under the bed. I went to try and find him. So as I slowly tip-toed in there (dad was sleeping, he had to work that night) and kept whispering "Patch...Patch". Then I went to the bed and leaned down and lifted the bedskirt and then . . . I got this whiff of . . . something . . . like . . . a fart. And Patch's tail was just a wagging . . . to disperse the smell? I have no idea, but umm, whoa. So yeah, I let Patch be and left for my cousin's house.
I was there for a good half-hour or so before her boys, ages 5 and 7, got home from school. And I was in Heaven, because when they got home, they ran off the school bus and into the house throwing down their booksbags and coats and wrapping me in this huge hug! I had missed them so much, too. Their little sister is 3 and she had jumped up in my lap as soon as I had gotten there. But yeah, I felt so loved. Little kids are great.
The rest of the week past by more or less uneventful, with the except of the early Saturday where I had to get up at 5:30 and ended up in Thomasville. NC by 9 am. That is until the end of the week. The Saturday before I came back. I was on my way back home from tanning (yes, I know some of you don't like it, it'll give me skin cancer, I know, I've heard it all before. I'd rather die from skin cancer than from overdosing on drugs) when I had to swerve to miss an animal in the road and a branch hit my driver's side mirror and well, the mirror is no more. And the parents, waaaay less than thrilled. My dad told me I should have hit the dog. Yeah. Sure dad. I love you, but, no. And then mom was mad. It was just a horrible ending to a pretty okay week. (If you call doing all my parent's errands an okay week.)
Or so I thought. Well, it was, until I ran into Anna, the girl who helps me all the time in photolab, at the gas station at home before I left to come back to school. Somehow I broke the gas pump at Sheetz, as in it was saying it was pumping but it wasn't and vice versa (don't know how that works, but that's pretty much what it was doing). So I was inside for about twenty minutes trying to pay for the gas I put in my car, but the computer was saying that nothing had been pumped. I was real close to just leaving, but I was raised better than that. So if that hadn't had happened, and if I hadn't got caught at church later than anticipated, we wouldn't have met up, Anna and I, and meet up again in Roanoke at Mickey D's for a late dinner and taking the long detour through downtown to get back to 581 and then 81. And then excitement with the state trooper and finally getting back to school. It was fun and we decided that we would definitely have to pick a couple weekends during the remainder of the school year and carpool, each taking a turn. Because driving with someone in the car is waaay better than driving the 3 hours (one-way) alone.
Okay, I know was, well, long. And I hope I made sense and didn't ramble too much. And if I lost you somewhere, let me know and I'll try to straighten it out. Or something. So yeah, that was pretty much break.
Suggested Tags: back home, moving back home, home school,
Mmmmmm, more Christmas baking. This time, the shortbreads (and they are delicious, if I do say so myself). However, the cookie press was acting up, and a few ended up broken, so they had to be "disposed of" 
, if you catch my drift.
On another note, it appears due to a certain 2 000 word essay, in addition to an AP essay, and a take home biology test, there will be no "break" to my Christmas break. That's not even mentioning the three other art pieces I've got to do, the Calculus culminating activity, the physics pressure to work on THAT from mom, and considering that I'm leaving on the 31st . . .
May the holidays be happy, although they're already hectic.
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