An Update On My Stressful Misery.

Hello, all you beautiful people who read my blog! And hello all you gorgeous new people who have never seen me before and are just browsing blogger/ the Internet/ NaNo, and just happened to stumble across my blog or my profile. You are beautiful too. 

Everyone is beautiful today. 

I don't know why I'm in such a good mood right now, considering I'm having a crazy, aw-screw-it kind of day. 

First of all, I've told you guys I'm helping out with VBS again this year. It's Athens, like I said, and I have to be this Grecian girl named Thalia who is learning from St. Paul. 

It's stressful because my parents had an opportunity to go on this amazing vacation for a couple weeks, and they took it, and so...they're gone for VBS. My parents and our family play a big role--the only role, really--in making and setting up all the decorations and sets for our week-long Vacation Bible School. 

And since they're gone, all we have is a list of directions and a few good luck wishes from our parents, instead of a guiding hand as far as setting everything up. 

And I have to memorize six skits and work them out with my friend Marge on top of other lines and choreography which you will hear more about in just a moment. 

Another thing is the fact that I'm currently the only wannabe maternal figure in our house. And also the only one who doesn't have to work full-time who possesses the knowledge of how to operate the washing machine properly. 

My brothers kind of fail. 

But, then again, they're better and more willing cooks than I. And I only have to do two loads of laundry every day. They have to slave over the stove for hours. 

Or something like that. 

The third thing that's stressing me out is that I'm going to be gone at a camp this week, and we have six days to perfect the play Oklahoma! before we have to preform. I've never seen the full play/ movie, so needless to say, I'm a little nervous. 

Plus, it's an overnight theater camp, which means my family will be without any maternal figure whatsoever for six days. 

Keep in mind, none of them know how to do laundry. 

I've never been in a musical like this before, though I've been in plenty of plays. I'm still nervous though, because I was never much of a dancer. Hence why I dropped out of ballet, jazz, and tap when I was seven. 

Also, we've gotten a lot of rain here the past week. The streets are sodden. 

I went to run lines with my friend Marge, who lives across the neighborhood.

Our neighborhood is about two miles all the way around. 

And so, in it, I would not recommend scootering in the rain, through large puddles there is no possible way you can avoid. You get mud all over the back of whatever pant leg is not pushing, and you don't even realize it until there's this freezing feeling on the back of your calf. Also, your favorite flats get soaked, and you're just really thankful you brought socks in your bag. Oh, and your script is soggy. 

What? Haha. No. Pshhhh...No, no, I've never done anything like that. Haha, I'm so much more clever and practical than that! I'm not an idiot. That would be stupid. Pshhhhhhhhhhhh. 

Anyhoo, running lines went fine. Margie gave me a towel to wipe the mud off my jeans, ((shut up.)) and we had fun tossing lines back and forth. 

And then...I started to scooter home. 

Just kidding. I had learned my lesson. 

And with a humble and contrite heart that had no desire to get more mud on it, I walked. 

And I had a book idea on the way, inspired by the soaked hems of my favorite pair of jeans. So that was okay. 

Anyway, I'm gonna go take a nap and eat some candy. Not in that order. 

I hope you all have a wonderful Friday, and I wish you an absolutely fantabulous start to the summer! I hope your first week or two was awesome. 

Keep Calm and Endeavor On, 

~Adalyn

Today Was The Craziest Day...

I sing in the choir at my church. I think I've told you that before. 

Today was the beginning of a Catholic homeschooling conference here in my state, and there was going to be a graduation mass for the class of 2013. 

It was my mom's idea and so she had to set it up, which meant finding a pair of priests, altar servers, a Eucharistic minister, and a choir, as well as transporting an altar, crucifix, vestments, and various other things necessary for a Mass. 

So, I had to sing for this mass with my choir, and since our choir director is sick, we had to draft someone from another parish to accompany us. 

Which meant that I had to copy, print, staple, and deliver a dozen copies of the songs we were going to sing, AND help my mom set up the altar, crucifix, hymn books and pamphlets. 

It was a total hassle, but the mass was celebrated by the bishop that confirmed my brothers and I, and it was an absolutely beautiful mass. 

Afterword, we had cake and lemonade at a reception for the graduates. 

My brother is severely allergic to nuts. And you'll never guess what. 

There was almond extract in the cake icing. 

So on the way home, he started swelling up, and he was having trouble breathing, and he had hives all over his body. 

Needless to say, my dad took him to the emergency room. 

So I had to babysit my little siblings until my parents got home. 

(That would have been my Friday post, but I fell asleep while putting my youngest sibling to bed, so I didn't post. This would have been the post from Saturday.) 

My dad woke me up at 12:30am and told me to head up to my own bed, where I promptly collapsed. 

And, because my body likes to torture me, I woke up a little before 6am. For some stupid reason, whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, my body decides I need less than eight hours of sleep to function. Genius, right?

My brother was fine. He'd had an IV in and they'd pumped Benadryl into his bloodstream, so he was out of there relatively quickly. I found him sleeping on the couch in the Living Room that morning. 

So I got my chores out of the way and got dressed, and then waited around for a couple hours until we left for the second day of the conference. 

It was actually pretty good. They had a speaker talk about what to expect in and about college, and then after a half-hour break, they had several religious of varying stages come in and talk about vocations. 

Then we had pizza for lunch and after that, I had a gig watching the elementary school-age kids for three hours. 

So I basically calmed down a few rowdy kids, watched Veggie Tales, helped a few kids tracing and coloring their hands, watched more Veggie Tales, and got paid $15 for it! :D

And then...after the day was done I bought some jewelry and headed home to freshen up a bit for my very first high school dance! 

It was held at a dance hall a little ways out of my city, and I went with my older brothers and a few friends. 

We were taught a bunch of line dances, and then we basically just did whatever to a specific playlist until the last song. 

It was really fun, and I can't wait for next month when there will be another one! 

I went swimming at a friend's house today, and we spent an hour and a half in the pool before drying off and getting dressed for mass. 

And that was basically my day. 

Oh, and I had three chocolate-chip cookies. 

Now that you've caught up...yay! 

I'm sorry if it's ridiculously long. And I'm sorry I posted two days late. But, you know, my brother was kind of in the hospital, so...

I promise next Friday, you'll have a post. As long as nobody I know is mauled by a monkey or run over by a trigonometry book, I swear on my favorite hat, I'll post on Friday. 

Keep Calm and Endeaovr 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