Life...

I was reminiscing about how life used to be, and found that I was a lot happier way back then. I'm not sure if that was because I decided to be happy, or what.. but from now on, I AM going to have fun, and make some memories before these fifty-some days before graduation are over. I can't wait for all of these festivities to come and go...

I was babysitting Droodle and Baby T today and found myself wishing that I could fast-forward my life ten years to when I'm married and have some babies to take care of. But alas, that cannot be done, so I will have to just keep on trekking and get ready for COLLEGE!!

Wow

It's been a while since I've been able to find the time to sit here and write something about my life, so I'll try to catch up as much as I can in between uploading my Death Cab and Bye Bye Birdie (which I'm being forced to play clarinet for). I must say, I absolutely LOVE this semester. It was a little rocky to begin with, but if those few bumps in the road led me to this, than they were well worth it. It seems like every weekend is booked with things I love to do, going on Target adventures, youth group, Sunday Afternoon Ultimate, babysitting the boys... And every school day is filled with awesomeness too, Aftercare, talking in 2nd block, listening to M and the President argue in 1st.

Speaking of Aftercare, the kids have only gotten cuter. My little incident with A.M.'s temper tantrum has only caused him to be soo much nicer to everyone. He has started to listen a little better, and when he does have outbursts, he keeps his fists to himself. Things are still the same with the other kids... R.R. still starts every afternoon by telling me, "Ms Mary (aka my mom) says no, no, no, but my mommy says I can play with you." C.P. comes up and asks me where I got my jewelry ("Ms Mary got it for me") and my hair ("God") and then asks if she can use my cell phone because she has GOT to go. E.P. started to open up and lost most of his little attitude. And J.G.... Oh that boy kills me sometimes. The other day he ran up to the other students and said "Guys, Ms Emily is making fun of my butt because I tooted." The other teachers and I burst out into uncontrollable laughter. I love going over there every Tues and Thurs!

That's basically what's been going on the last few weeks. So now here are my plans for this weekend.

-Last night was band festival.. I think it went well.
-This afternoon, family birthday dinner at Buca di Beppo's. We got the kitchen table!
- After Buca, mall with Mom. Then the girlies are coming over to spend the night.
- Tomorrow, MY BIRTHDAY!... Disney with the girlies.

I'm really excited!

It seems like I can only manage to find time to write on the weekends, which is odd considering my easy course load. But it's late on a Friday night, so I guess it's about time for an update. This week went by relatively fast. The only complaint I had was yesterday's performance at FOA MPA (Orchestra Assessment). I thought we did fine, I squeaked really loud, but it was a good performance. Apparently the judges didn't agree. They hated everything and gave us an overall Excellent. (a.k.a. no state festival for us). I am at a loss and have no clue what we will do for the rest of the semester. Half and half jazz band? After our performance, I was off-the-wall-hyper. Spinning, jumping, singing, and dancing. And as my friends say "Emily on sugar = exciting."

Today was a great day too. I actually contributed to our discussion in Lit, Psych was fun as usual, Orchestra sucked, but then I went over to do my last three hours at Pre-school. The kids were in an unusually good mood. We played together, ate donuts for snack, and then ran around the playground. The little trouble-maker of the group was kind, and loving and wanted to hold my hand on the way outside. Too cute. Afterwards, I went to Durango's with Mom, Angie, and Baby Taby. We ran into a ton of people and ended up staying FOREVER. Then Mom and I came home and watched Swing Vote. Which was actually a good movie, with an extremely crappy ending.

Quick rest of the weekend plans....

• Band Pancake Breakfast Saturday A.M.
• Lunch with Nana and Gidow to celebrate Gidow's birthday Saturday P.M. (in St. Augustine)
• Maybe C.C.C. Sunday A.M.
• Frisbee/ Football Sunday P.M.
• Youth Group Sunday P.M.
  

The Weekend, and this school week

Well, this weekend was definitely a good time. Friday night I went to Sonny's with Dad and Landon. I think my dad has ESP, because he said that he could tell I wanted Sonny's from the look on my face. It was amazing, as usual. When I got home, I had something like umpteen conversations on Facebook Chat and went to bed.

Saturday was the Greek Festival. Oddly enough, I didn't have my usual encounter with the old women. I think that was due to my fascination with the Senior division of the Grecian Odyssey dancers. There were about ten kids my age on the team, and they were soo amazing. The boys danced on tables while the girls danced on the floor. I kinda wish I had gone to Greek school or something so I could learn how to do that. After the littler kids did their dances, we left. I got home just in time to go to Iron Chef. That was hilarious too. The secret ingredient was raspberries. I didn't get to stay long enough to taste the final products, but the judges told me that this was the best Iron Chef yet. Everything was apparently delicious.

Sunday was phenomenal. So I guess you can say that I thoroughly enjoyed this weekend. I watched a billion episodes of One Tree Hill on Soap Net in the morning. I must admit that I am in love with Nathan Scott, and Jake Jagielski. After OTH ended, I ran over to Pointsetta Drive and got my hour sheet from Ro, and delivered Baby Taby's stroller back to him. Then it was time for...
THE CLASH!!!!!!!! All of my predicitions were true. The band kids lost terribly to the Windover team. (10-6). But I enjoyed myself. Mayet and I had a little picnic while we watched our boys play.. (by this time, I had switched over to the dark side, and was rooting for the Windovers) Sometimes, having a messy car pays off. We took a ton of pictures, and laughed everytime someone injured themselves. I don't think a single boy left that field unharmed, but that's what happens when you combine high-schoolers with two 20-or-30-something year old men. The Clash only lasted about an hour, and by then us band kids were fed up with the tiny size of the Windover field so we all commuted to IRC. I realized that I need to learn my roads better, if it wouldn't have been for Chris C. directing me, I would have been lost somewhere between Port St. John and Titusville. IRC was fun too. There were some friendly games of football, frisbee, and soccer going on at the same time. More injuries occured, but nothing too serious. The fun died down at like 6 and we all went home. Then I got that Sunday evening feeling Peyton Sawyer loves to talk about on OTH....

This week I have to deal with stupid Orchestra festival, and preparing for band festival. I hope that this coming weekend pans out how I want it to, so I'll have something to look forward too.

I've definitely been slacking on my blog writing, but I think I know the cause. I'm not really sure who reads this, other than Bethany, Dargan, Sarah Wright, and Anna. But I guess the point of a blog isn't to have others read it, but to get out what I want to say. But it'd still be nice to know who I reach. So if you are reading this, and you weren't mentioned above, leave me a comment or something. You can do that without having a blogger account... But now I just sound like a silly teenage pining for comments, so I'll go about my usual blog.

Right now, I'm sitting at the computer bundled up in my fuzzy socks, sweatshirt (hood on), and cold weather p.j. pants. I really do not want to have to get up and change into regular clothes, but am going to have to very soon. Around one, I'm heading over to Melbourne (I think) for the annual St. Katherine's Greek Festival with my mom, uncle, and Grandma. I love watching the Grecian Odyssey Dancers, eating food and talking to the old Greek ladies. They never seem to understand what I try to say, and every year the conversations go the same way..

Old Greek Lady- "Oh you are very pretty! Are you Greek?"
Me- (blushing) "Why yes I am, thank you."
O.G.L.- "What part of Greece are you from?"
Me- "My great-grandparents were born in Greece. And then moved to America. When they divorced, my great-grandpa moved back to Athens."
O.G.L. - "Oh really, what part? I have family that lives there. You can go and stay with them. (a.k.a. this lady has a grandson or something)

Somehow, we end our conversation, I buy something from her, and I go off on my merry little way to get some Orzo or a gyro. YUM!

Hopefully I'll get home in time to stop buy Zack Dugason's house for a little Iron Chef. If not, I'll just rest up for the CLASH! I can't wait to see which team is actually better. Call me a terrible band captain, but I am losing faith in the Archdukes. Sure, I'll still root for them, but I won't be surprised if they lose. But as they say, "It's not about winning or losing, it's how you play the game."

Woah.

It's been a little while since I blogged last. This past weekend was fantastic, and the upcoming one looks promising. So all I have to do is make it through the rest of the week.

I'll start with the past. The weekend began with solo and ensemble glaring down at me. My Friday looked shot, but that just goes to show that things don't always go as planned. Mausam and I both have fourth block off, and don't intern on Fridays so we had a Taco Bell date. We spent an hour sitting there talking about college, and life in general. I looked at my cell phone during a short break in discussions and realized that I had lost track of time. I ran (well actually drove) home and changed into my dress clothes, and the most uncomfortable pair of heels I own. Mr Szczerba picked me up, and we met Clare, Chris, and Nick at school. We all drove over to Satellite to play our respective ensembles. Clarinet choir when a lot better than expected, and all of us ended up leaving with superiors. After S&E, Chris, Clare, and I headed over to Panda Express and ate some yummy Chinese, and then (as we usually end up doing on Friday nights) walked around Target. I somehow earned the nickname "Moneybags"... Clare and Chris' nicknames are not appropriate for writing here. After that, we stopped by Dargan's and then went home.

Saturday, I had to play my solo. Beforehand, my parents took me out to eat at this fabulous Greek restaurant on A1A. I got the most amazing Pastichio, and had a little of my mom's gyro. Although she isn't a real Greek since she doesn't eat lamb. After eating, we went over to Satellite so I could epically fail at my solo. My judge was really nice, and gave me a superior when I really didn't deserve it. As soon as I got home, I went over to Chris' house and he cooked Clare, Dargan, Mausam, and I a fabulous Single Ladie's dinner, because no one wants to be alone on Valentine's Day. Especially when they had other plans before.... We ate, watched some hilarious comedians (youtube "Russell Peters", and "Varm It Up"), then went home around midnight.

Sunday was my planned sit around and do nothing day. But of course, plans never work out. So I decided to go to Ultimate Frisbee. My team won 4-1. I left a little early so I could shower and head over to youth group. Youth was fun, Jordan spoke so Trey could go to Park Ave's dance with Lindsay. Then Kelly, Dargan, Clare and I had a much needed girly sleepover.

Monday, the Californians came to band. It was a good time, not including my near-emotional breakdown, but that was stopped with a few hugs. That was my weekend. This upcoming one should include, Greek Festival, Either Ultimate Frisbee or Iron Chef, Clash of the Titusvillians and maybe some chill time. Hope it works out well.

Favorite

The kids at preschool never cease to amaze me. It makes me so happy when I reach out to that one kid, the one who never talks to anyone, and always seems unhappy, and he opens up to me. Out on the playground today I decided to try to play with little C, the youngest and most introverted boy at school. He was very shy at first, but in no time at all, we were giggling and running around. He even talked to me a little bit. I felt so accomplished.

As soon as I sat back down into my chair, the troublemaker of the group, A, somehow managed to smash his forehead into a plastic table. (Maybe "smashed" is too harsh of a word, maybe "bumped".) I immediately jumped up and picked him up. He just sat in my lap as I comforted him and got him to stop crying. He was a little angel for the rest of the afternoon.

When I got home I discovered a Valentine from little Ry, a girl in my mom's class, addressed to me. I was soo happy. Ry never really talks, but she obviously noticed me. YAY for little kids. I L-O-V-E my internship!