Haircuts, Boy Scouts, and Family, Oh My!

I got my hair cut today! :O *le gasp.*

Before it was down to my waist when straight, and now it's above my shoulders! 

So it's kind of a big deal. 

I haven't gotten a "real haircut" since I was about seven, just a trim to keep it even here and there. 

The lady cut off a lot of my hair. 

But I like it. 

It's a lot easier to handle and put up and it dries a lot faster. So overall? Good hair experience! Yayyy! 

NOW! For the Boy Scouts...*shudders.* All you Boy Scouts and family members of Boy Scouts, you know what I'm talking about. They can be downright scary and stinky, all at the same time!

Buuuuuut...my brother is becoming an Eagle Scout! We're having a big double ceremony with one of his good BSofA friends, and then a party afterwords. Exciting, exciting stuff! 

And that leads me to the family part of my post title. My Grandma and my uncle and aunt and cousins are all heading down to be here for my brother. So my Granny is staying with us and my uncle and aunt are staying at a hotel about ten minutes away from my house. 

We always play Ma Jong with my Granny when she comes down. It's an unofficial tradition. We have yet to play, but probably Sunday night, well have a big game night. And I absolutely love my aunt and uncle and sort of my cousins. They're kind of the "wild and free" sort of kids. I mean, of course I love them, but they're like siblings. 

They get on your nerves a little too much sometimes. You know how it is. ;)

So anyways, thanks for stopping by! I hope you enjoyed this little excerpt of my life! And I promise it'll be more interesting next Friday! Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye! MLP FTW!

Anyway, Keep Calm and Endeavor On, 

~Adalyn

...Summer!

Summer! It's finally here for me! 

I'm done with school!

So...basically, I get a few weeks of downtime before Vacation Bible School, which is Athens this year! There's gonna be colemns and Romans and robes all over the place! 

I love helping out every year, because the little kids love it and its always really fun, because I'm a part of Sing and Play, which is the part where we sing and dance and act out little skits to teach the kids lessons about God. 

There's this adorable little girl named Elizabeth with very tight, medium brown ringlets and big chocolatey eyes and caramel skin. She's the sweetest little girl ever, and whenever I see her, she gives me a huge hug. 

She's probably one of the best little kids in VBS. She's always cheerful and happy and enthusiastic. She's a good dancer, too. Knows all the motions. 

To emphasize the beginning of summer, my daddy is taking me and my little sister Faith out for a daddy-daughter date night. To Red Robin's. Yummmm. 

And last night was my friend Marie's thirteenth birthday party. It was fun. We went out to a fancy dinner downtown and had cake and ice cream at home later. 

And I wore lip gloss. 

The last time I wore lip gloss, I was probably seven. I eventually threw all the lip gloss I had away because it got nasty after a while. 

But this is real lip gloss. Not that stuff they sell to little kids to make them feel like big kids. 

And I wore it. 

I'm not a big makeup girl. It's not like I'm denying my femininity or act like I'm too pretty for it to do anything or too ugly for it to help. 

I've just never really worn makeup. It's never been that important to my life because there was never any pressure to wear any. Perks of homeschooling, eh? ;)

But I'll be a regular at all those chemicals we stick all over our faces for some reason by the end of the summer. My mom is forcing me to learn. 

Still, makeup comes in handy, so I'm willing to give it a whirl. In the meantime, I'll enjoy my last couple weeks of chemical-less cheeks/ eyes/ eyebrows/ everything else. Yayyyy. 

Anyway, I gots to go! I've got my date tonight! ~<3

Keep Calm and Endeavor On,

~Adalyn 

The End of School, and the Beginning of...

So, I am currently rejoicing about a couple things. 

As of today, I am finished with most of my school subjects! *happy dance.*

I did my last tests in science, english, and reading, and I finished spelling and vocabulary and art last week. So basically, I have only two more subjects and then...

I'm done for the entire summer!

Until...you know, fall! I'm soooo happy!

Did you notice? I used italics and bold in that last sentence. Crazy right? But I'm feeling adventurous today. 

So, math is gonna be the last thing I finish because there's, you know, a lot of it. And then, get this. 

When I finish that. When I finish that last equation in my orange and blue algebra book...

I'll be officially going into... *dramatic and sinister music.* ...High School! *le gasp.*

But, being a real-life, actual, official Freshman-to-be has its privileges. 

For instance, the ability to attend these homeschool dances my brothers and friends go to every month, where you learn different dances and practice and then have, like, actual dances with decorations and themes and stuff. 

And high school youth group at my amazing church. 

And more outings with friends I don't see a whole lot. 

And better clothes! So that I actually look like a female of this species! Yayyy!

Last year, I was scared of turning thirteen. You know, the whole, "Oh my gosh! I'm gonna be an official teenager! And I'll start being influenced by society's idea of fashion and having bad friends and spending all my time on the Internet because I can legally have a Facebook and stuff like that, whereas before I just lied about my age!" (Oh, come on. You guys did it too. Get off your high pony.)

But then, I realized that thirteen ain't that bad. 

I mean, you're still just an unfortunate middle schooler who takes selfies and is obsessed with 1D. And if you're not like that, I congratulate you on being one of the few who has succeeded in life. You win. Congrats for being one of the only sane middle schoolers left on our lonely planet Earth. 

But anyway. 

Fourteen, to me, it seems, is the Rite of Passage into the real world. 

The real world is also known as High School. 

The first step into High School is simply a birthday. 

But not only a birthday. 

The birthday. 

The Rite of Passage birthday. 

High School is a big step in life. You meet more people who are even bigger jerks than they were in middle school, and your social status plummets until you can build a little castle around yourself to both make you look good and sheild you from the blows of the aforementioned jerks. 

What a great metaphor. I'm very proud of that metaphor. Or is it an analogy? 

Like I said, I'm finished with Vocabulary. 

But, to stay on topic, fourteen, somehow, seems much larger than thirteen did. 

Maybe it's just that thirteen is only one step above twelve, which is, like the most immature time for boys, and also not the best time for girls. Thirteen is just a year after that. You can't have matured that much, right?

But fourteen...Well, fourteen is just one year before fifteen, which is only a number away from sixteen!

And then, well, you have seventeen coming up fast, and before you know it...

You're a flippin' adult! *scariness.*

So, although I'm actually looking foreword to this birthday of mine, it doesn't seem nearly as intimidating as thirteen did. 

And that's probably a good thing. 

So anyway, by the next time I post, I'll be done with school! And all you lovely people out there will be done with school! Or almost done! Or kind of almost done!

And then, when we all have the weight of those boring final tests off our heavily-laden shoulders, we can do summery things!

Like talk about beaches and pools and sodas and sleepovers and sleeping in and hamburgers and parties in the middle of the week and all that summer stuff we've missed so much since that stupid month called September decided to start torturing us again last year. 

And so, as the heat begins to roll in, lets roll out our towels and do some tanning!

Let's get this summer started and live it up with friends and ice cream and sleep deprivation and music and camps and everything amazing about this time of year. 

Hang up your backpacks, kids, and let's forget about those silly summer reading assignments. You can do that in August. 

For now, finish as quick as possible,and let's make Summer 2013 absolutely unforgettable. 

Happy summer, and I'll see you guys next week! :D

Keep Calm and Endeavor On,

~Adalyn

Hey Dudes.

Again, I was going to post yesterday, and I even reminded myself on Thursday. You know, the whole, "Oh, Ads, you've gotta remember to post tomorrow or no one will read your lonely blog!" type deal. 

But, alas, my morning quickly spiraled into afternoon and then early evening, and before I knew it, I was in the car driving to Marian group, and about to stay there for a sleepover with my friend Marie. 

And so, having just gotten back from said sleepover, I shall endeavor (Ohhh, reference to the name of my blog! Ohhh...) to explain my complicated life once again. 

Starting with Marian Group. 

We've started a new session, 'The Importance of Knowing Yourself' in order to know who you are and what you were made for. 

I was expecting something totally different from what I got. Basically what we did is talk about what we think is the biggest thing about ourselves that we keep hidden.

And you know that when seven females get together to talk about their innermost beings, six of them being teenagers, dang is it gonna be deep! 

So we talked about that and ate scones and apple pie and I'll tell you, there was lots of smeared mascara and runny noses. 

It was really good. And the. I slept over. 

Also, one of my close friends, Hannah, who I've known for a few years, is moving to Nevada with her Air Force family. My dad was in the Air Force for 25 years, so I know what it's like moving around a lot. 

She's leaving on Monday. Bye, Hannah, we love you! <3

Of course,we'll still keep in contact, so it'll all be good. ^__^

She was at the sleepover, too. It was sort of her last sha-bang before she left. Their bags and boxes are all packed. 

In other news, my fiends are jerks sometimes.  

So my friend Xavier? I've mentioned him a couple times. We're sort of...semi-in a...you know a...relationship.

Not officially or anything, but I like him and he likes me and everything is hilarious and amazing and the best ever whenever I'm with him, and everyone introduces us as boyfriend and girlfriend and stuff like that. 

And today? My friends made him angry. 

My friend Lizzie, Marie's older sister, was teasing me about him and telling me what I should respond over text because "I'm a matchmaker! I help everyone with stuff like this! Just listen to me!"

And I wasn't listening. I like to be myself in a conversation, I don't like to be Lizzie.

And so, as she said she was looking up a poem to write on a bookmark for her mom for Mother's Day? She was actually texting him and telling him a bunch of embarrassing stuff about stuff about me.  

I was ready to kill her. 

And then, when I finally got it away from her? My friend Marie did exactly the same thing! Except she was a little nicer. 

A little. 

Anyway, they won't get angry with me when they read this because we already worked it out between ourselves and Xavier, so it's all good!

And now I'm safe at home and ready for some lunch. Because I'm starving and my stomach is protesting its emptiness. 

I've been talking with Xavier and he's okay now. He just got angry because I was angry. Which is good, I guess. Because we're all Zen, all connected and crap. 

But anyway, I changed my password and now they can't get in! MWAHAHA!

I'll post on Friday next week if it kills me, okay, dudes?

Ima go have some lunch and then play piano for an hour. 

Keep Calm and Endeavor On!

~Adalyn  

My Fridayyyy.

This week was kind of boring, really.

I mean, basically I was sick and did school all week. The only variation I can think is worth mentioning is last night.

Yesterday, since I didn't have as much school as usual, I pretty much lazed around in bed all day watching YouTube videos of Say Yes to the Dress and the X Factor.

But at about 6pm, my beloved brother barged into my room without knocking.

I hadn't bothered to put on any "real clothes" because I thought we weren't doing anything that night. Hence, I was wearing a too-small tank top that showed my stomach underneath a crappy but comfy gray hoodie, along with my favorite pair of jeans.

So, when Josh, my brother, barreled into my room without knocking, I probably looked like heck, lying there half asleep on my bed watching an episode about one of those brides who knows exactly what she wants, and her entourage hates all the dresses she loves and makes her try on something she hates. So then the bride starts saying she likes the dresses she really doesn't.

And you're lying there screaming to yourself, "Just do what YOU want, woman! It's your wedding, not theirs!"

But ANYWAY...

Josh told me to come on, we were leaving. And I was like WHAT?!

He explained to me quickly that we were going to the monthly thing we do with two other families every month, and I screamed, WHAT?! I HAVE TO RE-DRESS!

And despite his protests, ran into my closet, changed my shirt, and practically shanked myself with my hairbrush trying to get all the knots out.

But the evening was fun.

We swung on this huge tire swing they have in the middle of their yard, we ate a ton of food, and basically just hung out. It was great.

And then I woke up at eight this morning, because my dad was yelling at one of our dogs, and then I guess I fell back asleep again, because I woke up at 10:45 to the surprisingly loud text tone of my friend Xavier, saying he'd gotten a jagged, dragon-claw style scar when his chihuahua had scratched his face.

So, yeah, that was my Friday. I hope y'all weren't totally bored out of your minds.

Keep Calm and Endeavor On,
~~Adalyn