Only ten days until I go to Spain.

YAY!!!

Ok, I'm fine.

Ever since the two week mark, I've been actually doing my homework. (What a concept.) I've felt a lot less stressed because of it, and yet a lot more tired. It's a give and take situation.

Anyway, on less happy matters, it seems like everybody wants me to change. Like today my dad was being all, "You're malnourished" again. Just because I'm a vegetarian doesn't mean I'm not healthy. I mean, this morning, dad made my little brother and me do five push-ups because we neglected to do something. I did mine pretty fast, like in seven seconds. If I was malnourished, I wouldn't have been able to do that. Just saying.

Also, we went to my Grandmother's house today. I love her to death and she clearly feels the same, but she was kind of getting at me and how I need to buy a dress and act like a lady. Not as much as usual though, so I guess that's a good thing.

It's apparent that both of them think they are helping me, but it gets rather tiring when you hear such things over and over. Dad, I'm planning on eating meat anytime soon. Sorry. Grandma, I'm becoming more feminine, but I'm going slowly. Be patient.

Anyway, back to Spain. Except this is the bad thing about Spain. Because I'm going to Europe, I'm going to need a passport. Dad already set up a appointment for this Monday, because there is no school that day. However, there is band practice, and a VERY important one at that. This Monday is the day we are going to learn most of our drill. I'm not going to be able to make it. EEK. This is me dying.

Argh, I hope I can learn quickly on Tuesday and Thursday or I am dead. DEAD. This is the rather stressful part. Not to mention the whole memorizing music part. And the whole paperwork part.

Oh well, that stuff is lame. But I'm still exicted.

I'm going to Spain!

I hate not blogging. I need to do it more often.

I sprained my right wrist on Monday. My school had an event at Skating Plus for all the kids with a 3.0 GPA or better. I'm semi-alright on skates, certainly not a pro. But I do have basic skill. At least, enough to go around a rink a few times with no problems.

However, as I was getting the basic hang of skating again, a guy hit me from behind. He was one of those really great skaters who are as familar with skates as they are with walking. I'm usually impressed by these types, and their usual skill of dodging those of lesser skill. However, this *ahem* young man tried without success to go in between another skater and me. He ended up hitting me, and my wrist (along with the rest of me) rapidly hit the floor in return. He stumbled, looked back for a second, said he was sorry and vanished into the large crowd of skaters.

I'm used to falling on skates, it's happened before. I got up like any normal person and went on my way. I ended up falling again because my skates had becomed untied. This clearly wasn't my day. On the side of the rink, I tied my shoes, with my faithful friend Hiedi beside me. My wrist started hurting, but I ignored it. Stuff happens.

Not very long after, My right skate started acting strange. I knew it wasn't me, despite my skating skills (or lack thereof). It was the skate. My friend Selena took a look at it and concluded that my pants were caught in it. I like long pants, which deeply agrivates my mother because of the bottoms being treaded on. I sighed deeply, got out of the rink, sat down and rolled up my pants. I also rested, partially because I wasn't used to skating, partially because my wrist was hurting more. I looked at it and noticed it was starting to swell up. Lucky me, I thought. I figured it would go down eventually.

This all happened within the first hour of the trip, which lasted about three hours. The rest was rather normal and I enjoyed as much as I could. I must admit it was more fun than being in school, except the whole wrist event.

After I came home from school, I told my father of my inpalement. He rekoned I should put my wrist in an old velcrow cast I had left over from when I broke my thumb (on the same hand). I went to tutoring. Annie, the third-grader I tutor, wasn't very focused and noticed my cast. After a short time, she noticed it hurt when she touched it. She started attempting to squeeze it. Therefore, we didn't get much done, with her reaching for my arm and me frantically trying to get her to stop. What a darling. (After a while, I did get her to do her homework for the day and half of the next day's. As for her behavior, I truly don't mind as much as I should. Kids are kids and I guess I'm too tolerant.)

Immediately after tutoring, my family went out to eat. I was not very hungry at all, but I noticed that I could barely move my wrist. Dad concluded that we should go to the emergency room. I really didn't feel that bad, but Dad insisted. When I broke my thumb in sixth grade, I said it didn't really hurt that much and Dad believed me. We went to the emergency room three days later and found out. The insurance company had a fit. Dad didn't want to go through that again, so I submitted.

Dad thought we were going to be there a while, but it was only about two hours. They took some x-rays and saw no bone was broken. They conclude it was a sprain. Aren't I so lucky?

But seriously, I'm quite happy there are no broken bones. If there was, I wouldn't be able to play my clarinet for more than a month. I'm going to Spain at the end of March with Marching Band, so this is a big deal. Right now I can't play, but I reckon that it'll heal before then.

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Today was rather slow and dragging. The most interesting thing that happened today was in Biology. We took a quiz on Punnet Squares and I got 100%. It wasn't worth very many points, but I'm glad anyway. I actually like Punnet Squares because I'm good at them. If only I was good at Biology in general...

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A while ago I was on Myspace and saw an ad for Power Chord Academy. The name sounded strange and slightly appealing, so I clicked on it. I read about it and become very interested. Basically, it's a week of eating, sleeping and breathing music. I'm completely serious, they have around five jam sessions a day. A DAY. I actually want to go, but really, I'm not qualified in any way. This is for musicans. Sure, I play the clarinet and am learning the piano. I can sing alright, but in the music industry, I am nothing. This school makes me want to learn the guitar just to go the school. Pathetic, no? I will probably never go, even if I gain this musically skill. For one week it is around $1,400.

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I read this crazy article about how Hummer trying to get punk songs on their commercials and are failing miserably. (Check it out at http://www.tbo.com/news/money/MGBW8Y5B3KE.html) I salute all punk bands that are saying no to the deal. Especially the indie ones who could us the money.

It took me a really long time to type this. Not only is it long, but I am currently one handed. I guess it's a good thing I can type well.

Goodnight.