Whoa. Duuuuude. My life and myself have been whacked out lately. Friday, November the 18th was like a mutation in the genetic pool of my days. First on Friday, I skipped the morning because it was our first Senior Skip Day. Guess people got in trouble for that, but I don't know how. I was going to go to Jared Carie's party, hang out, meet Amy at La Fiesta for lunch, and go back to school around 1 o'clock to go to Youth Convention. Then I was going to ride in the Church Van with other seniors for three hours and chill until the Friday night Service. This was the planned gene called Friday. It was going to go like this, yes? Well duh, things generally go somewhat like I plan, give or take a few minor changes on account of randomness. Heck no. This randomness was, "Let's drink, Brittany. You'll get a little buzz and nothing'll happen." Which I did, and which was dumb, but I probably would have been fine. Then I decide to drink more, and that's when things got totally screwed up. Things then escalated from repairably dumb to blaringly stupid. Hillary, Marci, and Juanita drove me to La Fiesta. Amy wasn't there yet. Amy's dad Kevin was there, which was totally random. Thank goodness it was him of all parents though. Ok, so I had to pee, managed to do that myself, and I sat in a chair outside the restroom. Amy got there. The other three girls helped me to Amy's car and drove my car to school. Amy drove to McDonald's and got something for her to eat. (It was lunch time and I couldn't have eaten if I had wanted to - to anybody who knows me, they know something was wrong at this point.) So we drive on the road a little bit, and Amy asked me if I wanted some water. I couldn't drink it. Amy called a few people while driving. Apparently the other three girls had left school by then. I got sick along the way, and Amy stopped. After a couple minutes, I could drink some water. Yay. Then we drove to school. I was unfortunately unconscious for this period of time. Amy thought that if she could just get me ok, onto the van, and toward Indy, things would be alright. Very good of Amy, but I couldn't. This was when things got even crazier. I woke up pulling into school lot. See, I remember Nick Later trying to lift me, but he couldn't. A bunch of my friends come outside, standing in a huddle. Chris and Trisha were there. Staci was talking to me and telling me I couldn't get out of the car. I told her I could with help, and that I just wanted to go to convention. They said I couldn't. I became irritated. So then my brother comes outside with a "WTF?" look on his face. Asked me my address and, even though I said it a little too fast, I knew it with no problem (rather amazing really @.@;;). Said he was going to call Dad, so I totally flipped out on him. Thankfully I couldn't get out of the car by myself or I would have tried to pound him flat. Keyword is tried, but still. He called anyway, and Mrs. Hutchens was outside and said Dad was coming. I was very pissed/sad at this point. Dad came. Eek. I walked to the truck myself because I was so pissed at everybody for calling him. I'll just say that the rest of that afternoon with Mom and Dad was not fun, but I ended up going to Youth Convention with Mark Goodrich and some other kids at 5:30. Youth Convention was ok. People were pretty good to me, but the Convention itself lacked last year's..... luster. I was disappointed. Not to mention feeling blah the whole time. >.< At Friday night devotions, Twila told us a true story about three girls being possessed by demons at camp. I think that freaked some of the girls out because they've never come in contact with anything like that so... closely before. I wasn't extremely bothered, myself, but I think it really scared Sabra =( ; poor girl. Then Meagan kept us up until 2 talking about the world's longest nipple hair... lolol... o.O Even though Convention wasn't very cool except the time with my roommates, at least I met Elizabeth. She was in my room and was absolutely adorable. When a session group she was in asked her what she was thankful for, she said me. I was quite touched. Got home Sunday night and Mom fixed spagetti. Things were still a little tense. Audrey stopped by a little bit and we looked around Facebook. Went to bed around 8:30 because Convention had left me quite bereft of energy. Then I went to school yesterday. Everybody who wasn't at Convention just kind of stared at me like I was an alien.. umm, ok? The great thing was that they weren't even discreet about the staring. I could be rather upset about that, but I'm really not because everyone knew. Actually, if I wasn't so shaken about the school itself, I may have found humour in their uniform gapes that looked like they were all zombies from Resident Evil. I didn't though, because I knew Nolting or Staggs knew and that something was going to go down. Took a test in Thompson's in about 5 minutes (think I did well on it too, surprisingly, due to stress and that I'd learned all the material in the previous 15 minutes) and was told to go see Staggs. Talked to Staggs and, umm, yeah, here I am at home about to eat some lunch. I've got some stuff to do after that. Probably shouldn't be on here anyway, so I'm gonna go. Have a good one. -Britt