Things Not to Eat on Dates

Not that I would be an expert on this, but here we go.


1) Salad. Wait what? I thought that was one of the few things that was acceptable on a date! Nope, not if you're like my friend, Julia, anyways. Or me. We both end up looking like stupid confused dinosaurs when we eat salad.

Nom nom nom

2) Ribs. If you think you can pull off ribs on a date, you can't. And your date agrees.

3) Fried Chicken. There is no nice clean way to eat fried chicken. Go all the way or go home. Loser. Hence why you don't eat that on a date.

4) Spaghetti. Nothing's more attractive then unsuccessfully slurping up a slimy, sauce-covered noodle, just for it to come and slap you on the forehead, leave a nice line of sauce on your forehead (hey, your date might think it's cute, but probably not. Most likely not. Definitely not), and then magically drop onto your sundress. I love having sauce on my face, I think it's adorable.

5) Wings. Unless you are super talented and can somehow eat wings in a womanly manner. If you can do that, then who would pass up an opportunity to eat wings?!

6) Burgers. If you're me, or anything like me, burger is a recipe for disaster. Get it? Haha. Oh, that's just me laughing at my own jokes. You probably shouldn't do that on a date either.

Save this for later

7) Cream of Chicken Soup. If your date tells you something funny, then you are very likely to laugh and have this creamy soup come out of your nose. Gahody.

8) Super cheesy pizza. I'm sorry, this is unacceptable. You can go home and enjoy the stringy warm cheesiness in your lap at home. Until then, you must choose something else on the menu.

9) Garlic. Yup, you will smell bad.

Come give me a hug

10) Corn on the cob. Mmhmm, I bet you look like a model gnawing away viciously at that corn.

11) Spinach. Just don't do it. I don't know about you, but I don't enjoy intimately staring at someone with a piece of big green glob stuck in one of their front teeth.

This is not you, it never will be

12) Maybe you just shouldn't eat anything on a date. I think movie or laser tag would be a safer bet.

Wins, Losses, and Bandapalooza

First off, hey guys! I know I promised a video of me riding, but as mentioned in an earlier post, I lost my video camera, and I still can’t find it. I’m going with the theory that it vanished off the face of this Earth. I apologize.

Bandapalooza

Before I start on this, I’m not even going to try to explain the amount of chaos in this.

Bandapalooza is a giant band concert our band system does, and it starts off with the best band, and we keep adding the bands in until sixth grade. By the time the sixth graders get on, we have like 300 people on stage. It’s a blast. Our song, Gathering of the Ranks of Hebron, I thought, went pretty well. It sounded really good with two bands, instead of just one. I couldn’t hear the Wind Ensemble’s song because Symphonic Band was waiting in the back hallway behind the backstage, and let’s just say, if there were a competition to see how quiet a group of 44 people could be, and 101 groups entered the contest, we would be ranked 102. 

Then the Eighth Grade band got on, and they were pretty good. So all three good bands playing together, it’s pretty magestical. This would be considered a win. Then things went downhill after the second Seventh Grade song. None of us were used to playing in a group of 220 people, so playing just ended up being mass chaos. This would not be considered a win.

Sorry bad quality, but this is us

Other wins

Riding outside in February: My ex racehorse has only one speed (I’m-going-so-fast-that-I-just-cut-off-four-different-people-and-my-poor-rider-is-apologizing-to-every-single-one-of-those-slowpokes-she-doesn’t-understand-the-need-for-speed) and he’s much easier to control when theres actually space. 

Not failing my science test: After Bandapalooza, I had to come home and study for a Biology test the first thing in the morning. I took the test, and it didn’t end up being an epic fail. Well, actually, who knows?

Losses

Losing my video camera, leaving my coat in a friend's car, and playing one of the worst solos I have played in my life.

Basically

Losing the state championship hockey game: What else is there to say besides it was a really good and intense game? But we lost. I mean we did go into the third overtime, but we lost in the first minute of it. Everyone was surrounded by our goal, and the goalie lost sight of the puck for less than half the second. Once he found it, you can guess where it was. In the fine netting of our goal. It was really quite disappointing, but good job Park City! It was close and we played well. Until the very end. But we can forget that.

Mayo is from our hockey team

Sore Throats and Snooze Buttons

I've been really stressed lately and one night pushed me over the edge so now I am sick. Like I have one of those colds where it feels like your head is about to explode because of the pressure, where your throat feels like someone is dragging a dagger down the middle of it, you can't breathe hardly at all because your nose and throat is blocked up, and where it feels like your whole skeletal system might just collapse into powder because your own weight is too much. Anyone know the feeling? Most of  you probably do. Let's just say a few mornings this week I managed getting out of bed at the fourth time of my alarm clock ringing, but one morning I think I broke my alarm clock by hitting the snooze button too many times that I just stayed home.

Yep, this is my week in a nutshell.

As well as being sick, let's just say a few of my teachers have given us maybe a little more work than we bargained for. I mean, from the tests, essays, science fairs, math finals, makeups, and missing out on the barn, I'm done with this week.

During French class, my teacher sent me outside because I was feeling so awful. I felt so bad so I was thankful that I was released but I almost started crying in front of the class. And I didn't even know why. I mean I was really miserable, but not that miserable to start crying in front of a bunch of guys. Like, c'mon Pauline! Really?

Tonight, on a completely different topic, was amazing! And then I had to write an essay. Tonight was the Sweetheart Gala which is a fundraiser for Park City Bands and the Varsity Jazz Band plays three hours of music while anyone who buys a ticket enjoys the night. All of the band kids work the program, and we cater to the people so they have a wonderful night of food, socializing, music, and dancing. It's also a blast for us kids! Any of you fellow band kids would know! ;) I will go more into this later, as well as my thoughts on Valentine's Day, more school complaints, new ways to describe the taste of cold medicine, and more! Sorry for such a boring and informative blog post (I was totally crunched for time), I will try to keep these to a minimum! Night, y'all!

Lame

Quarter three is a rough one and I've been feeling a little hopeless, so these are a few really lame things that are adding to my hopelessness:

Homework

Yes, any student can agree with me, and probably even a few teachers would too. It’s just repetition and busy work (yeah, like that’s what we need). It's boring, time consuming, stressful, pointless for learning, easily lost, and maybe at the end of a rough day, I don't want to have to do 50 more of the same math problems when I already spent a solid hour and a half on them earlier in the day! What else can I say, other than, it's lame.

"Do you care about the algebra of parallelograms?" "Not really...."

Forgetfulness

I just lost another hat and wallet, and I just lost my video camera. This is so incredibly annoying because then I get really frustrated with myself, which just makes my mind freeze up more, and I lose more stuff. It’s a vicious cycle.

Homework

Oh wait, I already did this one, but I just needed to make sure I got my point across. Homework becomes your social life because it's like, "Hey! You're lonely and I've taken your friends away, so now you can start talking to yourself because I keep psychologists in business!" Homework is the jealous type.

Science Fairs

Nothing’s really working out right now in my science fair, so you know what, I’ll be happy when it’s over.

I'm afraid of our project turning out like this

Riding the Bus

Unless you drive or have always been driven to school, I think all of you have ridden the struggle bus with me. It's 6:30 in the morning, you're standing out in the cold, and the bus comes ten minutes late. THEN they ask for you stupid bus pass, which you don't have. As a result, the bus driver tells you a lame excuse of why you need your bus pass and every part of you is desperately pleading to scream, "Well I'd probably be more inclined to get a bus pass if you'd actually PICK US UP WHEN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COUGH COUGH!" I had a rough morning if you couldn't tell.

"You can't get on without your bus pass." "Well, watch me!"

My horse

Not in the way you think I'm saying. Lame is also the word you use when a horse hurt one of his legs. And my horse insists on playing on the ice even though it makes him either fall over and bruise a hip, or twist an ankle. So yay, we've only jumped about three times in the last two months.

Walking

I'm just lazy like that. My classes are spread out in between two schools so that means I have to walk in the frigid snowing weather everyday back and forth between classes. Again, anyone at my school knows the problem. They're riding the struggle bus with me. Except there isn't a bus. And we have to walk.

For those of you who aren't clumsy, you will never understand the pure joy of this