There's Nothing Like Tradition

There's a stick in my living room. Charlie Brown=Me.

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Best Day of My Life

Okay, not really. In reality, not even close. I was just really excited for this movie.

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Homecoming Week 2008

Well it finally came (not that I was really anticipating it), my senior homecoming week. There's a really great word to describe this week- anticlimatic. From the death threats to the fact that this was my homecoming week, everything wasn't as exciting as it should have been. No harm befalled anybody on Friday (which is in fact a good thing), but the video was not good (that's all I'm gonna say about that) and the Northern Lights kind of sucked all the life out of the room. I liked the fact that the cheerleaders did Thriller for their dance, but some of them were kind of uncoordinated. The band was awesome, though. That was nice. And the guy who I voted for Homecoming King won. So, whatever. I didn't expect it to be much, and it wasn't.

But on the plus side, I had a blast dressing up this week. It was probably the best week for dressing up that I've participated in. Plus, I like being weird and homecoming week is a perfect outlet for that kind of behavior. Also, I didn't have to go to fifth and sixth hour at all on Friday and I got to sit in a room and eat pizza. Good trade off.

Here are some pictures:



Slob Day:






Pink slippers are simply a must have for this slob season.
















Here's Brooke looking quite fashionable sporting the plaid look.




















Messed up hair is the only way to go.

















Crazy Day (my personal favorite):



Oh yeah. She didn't dress up for crazy day. I wonder why not...



















Her hair makes her look like a poodle. For the senior electives or whatever, she got voted Best Hair. I really hope they took the picture for the yearbook on that day :D






















We are vampires. -snarl-















We are the Queens.















I liked crazy day :D I may or may not have been very hyper and weird that day, just because I could.













My favoirte. The back of my head, bwhahaha.












Go Green Day (hehehehe):






I really like that green jacket, but I couldn't wear it for the whole day. That would have defeated the purpose of making the shirts....


















Yes. Enough said.




















Brooke's was a bit more extreme then mine.




















But I did get a lot of glares because of the logo I was sporting (see next picture).





















Yup, the oh so liberal students at Hibbing High School loved this one.














I had to put this picture of Rachel up. She looked so dang cute that day.












80's Day:



Ahh, watercolor. The class in which I do nothing. I look like I'm gonna cry.



















California splatter!




















We is from the 80's where the mullets roam free.











School Spirit Day:





Hahahahaha, and then Mr. Wolla walked by.















We think each other is cool. That's all that matters...


















Lynda. She played the piano for the coronation. She paints her face a different way every year.

















The pizza bribe. Tasty bribe.

















That is a hideous couch.




















Me and Rachel. This was definitely before the performance, because we're still smiling. I'm just kidding. I didn't really care how we did.










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Phantoms Don't Drive Sports Cars...

...but Vampires do.

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Twilight...

It's kind of sad how addicting these books are. I pretty much spent my last week of summer reading through the four of them. And then I started rereading them....

Read at your own risk...

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Sr. Teen 2 Camp: LIFE

I was just sitting around doing nothing, so I decided to actually post the promised post. Here it comes. Are you ready? Didn't think so. But it's coming anyway...

Monday, July 28, 2008:

2:00 a.m.- I thought someone broke into the house. It was just Andrew roaming around. I got paranoid none the less. So in my confused state, I figured that if I slept next to my bedroom door, no one could get in. Smart, huh?

4:49 a.m.- I hear my alarm clock. My alarm clock was actually set for 4:21, I just didn't hear it until 4:49. I got ready and was waiting patiently for Mike to pick me and bring me to the church.

6:00 a.m.- We started heading towards Lake Geneva! Our car was the party car. Mike was driving, I was sitting shotgun (I has a gun), and in the back was Jeremy, Brooke, and Mark. I'm going to stop with the times. I'm just gonna summarize the rest of the week with pictures. Okay? Okay.

We got to the camp and found out that the girls were staying in the Lakeview Center. We were kind of disappointed because we usually stay in Lady Land (the crappy dorms that are fun for some reason). We were sad until we became extremely happy when we saw that they remodeled the center and found out that they added bathrooms and two showers to each room. Let's just say we went around screaming with joy (literally screaming) for about ten minutes. And we also found out later that week that Barb Dean personally requested that a few more bunks be added to our room so that we all could room together :D We all thanked her a bunch.

The days pretty much consisted of sitting under our tree (it became our tree by the end of the week. Everyone just knew that it was our tree) either playing music or just hanging out. Sometimes the hanging out consisted of cartwheels and human pyramids.

The nights consisted of going to Geneva Java and getting all hyped up right before lights out. We also went around with the guitar and sang to people. Yup.

Here's a little story about a girl named Brooke. Brooke was having a good time hanging with her two good friends Jenni and Mike. They were laughing and having a good time.

Then Brooke started feeling pains in her side. "It hurts really bad," she told her friends. But her friends just kept on laughing and joking. She said that she was serious. They paid no attention. Then her appendix burst and she was rushed away never to be seen again.

Obviously I'm kidding. What really happened was Brooke went to the nurse, got some drugs, laid down for a bit, and was fine.

Pink team dominated at Ulitmate Frisbee, which was pretty much the only thing we dominated at. We ended up getting 7th out of 8th place. BOOYA! haha.

Some of us played...

And some of us didn't, for obvious reasons. (Because we're too cool. Definitely has nothing to do with our physical inability to do sports...)

Here's the Mountain Dew bottle that Mike threw and hit me in the eye. Thank you. Thanks for that.

If there's one thing I have learned at camp, it's that boys are strange. And really cruel when it comes to pizza.

It's tradition, we always take a picture at the "gate".

Little did we know that that was the last time we would ever see most of these people. They got hopelessly lost and we never saw them ever again. All that was left was Mike, me, and some boys.

This sign was a revelation...

Of course I was kidding about never seeing them again. They eventually found the DIRECTION they were LOOKING FOR and made it back to Hibbing. Granted it was three hours later than intended, but they got there.

As always an eventful year at camp. I didn't even begin to scratch the surface of what went on there. You'll just have to get the stories out of me in person.

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Coming Soon

Get ready for the Camp Post of 2008!

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