Why is it so easy to make me cry?! And why is it that if one little thing bad happens my whole day is ruined?! And why do I feel the need to put in expletives?! Today was actually great. With very few bad points. The major ones this morning I even overlooked until now. Hehe. Scott didn't shave today. Beards are icky. The cheer assembly was today. After first hour. Where all the girls trying out for cheer strutted their stuff in front of the student body. We didn't want to go, but a girl in my first hour was gonna pay me a buck if I went and did something in front of the school. So I decided I'd get up and do a somersault on the gym floor. I told Ber about it and she got way excited and wanted to do it too (because she's hott!). So we stood in the doorway of the assembly, and planned what we were going to do. Then as the cheerleaders started running and leaping like gazelles on crack, I was like, "Go!" And I started somersaulting down the gym. Once I got halfway down I was really dizzy and I stood up and ran and jumped and pretended to be a gazelle on crack and also alcohol because I was so dizzy I was kind of drunkenlooking. I think Ber was too. Hehe WE ROCKED. People who saw us were like, "What the f are they doing?!" It was so fun. We laughed like "Two loons on a loontable, i.e., a lot" (Georgia). Then we decided the assembly sucked, so we sat by the wall outside the gymnasium in our nonviolent resistance. And as it ended, we yelled to people filing out, "VOTE TERESA, NUMBER 25!!!" Yay! People, throughout the day told me they voted for me. YAY! Hehe! I didn't make it. *cries* whatever. And after school we went to chelsea's house and ate popcorn and peanutbutter (a very tasty combination). Then I went to my doctor's appt. and to Scott's house to give him the pictures from the dance that we got today. (eEE1 for cuteness) Then I went to church! yay! and we got free bread from Great Harvest! And the dresses are so cute! And daddy said I can go to the show after Almost Broadway if it's still early enough. And that he was going to come and see me. It means a lot to me. Unfortunately, we got into a discussion about war. Vietnam. Mylae Massacre. *shudder* that war should NOT have happened. And this war isn't really that great, either. If they start drafting, I will go nuts. tie myself to draftees and protest a lot. And then I showed daddy the pictures from Girl's Choice; and my parents were talking about me and Scott going out. Dad started asking me weird questions, "Is he LDS?" "Is this the one that wants to be a videogame programmer--no wait, that's Luke (my friend's older sister's; his friend's oldest daughter's boyfriend)" and "What's he going to be?" I was like, "Dude, I dont know. I'm not MARRYING the kid, for the love of poo!" And he's like "Well it's good to start discerning early..." and I'm like, "No. Not getting married, end of story." Marriage sounds like so much futile work. No one is perfect. Scott and I were talking about it. I have all these reasons not to get married, such as the following: Taxes 60% divorce rate Me leaving for a year to live in NZ His leaving for 2 years to be a missionary That Whole Religion Issue...(not very unified to go to different churches every sunday, eh?) That last one sparked a debate. To all who care: I am not converting. I am well-rehearsed. I will do my best to turn you down without turning you against your religion. I'm just getting confirmed into being Presbyterian (YAY!!!!!!), why turn back now? Or ever? But we had a fantastic discussion. I don't know if he enjoyed it half as much as me. He asked some tough questions, but I'm glad because now I know my answers... what am i going to do without this kid... who will tell me my parking break's on? who will share an entree of tiny spicy chicken with me?! aaaaahhhh Leaving people like you (Aaron, Amy, Art, Ber, Chelsea, Dan, James, Jarren, Kajsa, Katherine, Nicole, Scott, Taylor, Thomass...the {alphabetical} list goes on and on) is simply going to suck. And my father says no one cares, so I shouldn't have a party where I see everyone one last time before I can't see them again for a year. That can't be true...