Under the Skin

Some pictures that I took on my way to BYU!

So, when the going gets tough, write testimonials. As I prepared myself for church this morning, I realized just how much I love this one product: That's right, Static Guard. Static Guard is my best friend. I have always had staticky legs. Any dress with even somewhat knit fabric would be clinging to my legs in a ridiculous manner. Fly-away hairs was always a problem, and I shocked everything I touched. When I had a digital watch, I would have to reset it multiple times a day because it would go to zero everytime it touched anything with static on it. But then Static Guard came to the rescue. You can spray it on your dress, on your clothes and static is gone! My favorite trick, spray it on your brush and your fly-away static hairs are GONE. I love Static Guard.

I have writer's block. In general. My novels have gone no where since March and even my editing abilities that were tiding me over shut down in April. My blog looks like I've died, and even my journal entries are pitiful. Unfortunately, IB testing fell inside this writer's block. For those who aren't familiar with IB testing, it's pretty darn essay-based. I still managed to pass everything, though not with the scores I would have liked, nor would have expected to tell you the truth. In some subjects, I was expecting better to tell you the truth (English Literature, French, MAYBE Biology), and some I'm thanking my lucky stars (Calculus, Chemistry). Think not that my writer's block has left. It has not. I spent 1 1/2 hours in front of my computer screen this morning as I do every Sunday, trying to force some fiction into ANY of my novels. It didn't work. So, I guess the best thing to do would be saying what I've done this week. I worked! And I...

Yes, it's true. My family is moving. My dad and Sam have both been transferred to Upstate New York, so we will be up there in Palmyra area. But it has a population of 2500 basically, and they have humid summers and grotesque accents. All the same, the historic sites will be great, and I for one am looking forward to come home to snowy Christmases.

So, my mom and I were at target, where we slowly get things I'll need for college. Today one of the items was a new comforter. I have a gingham bedspread that my mom and I made together many, many years ago that is still functional. But the comforter is dying. So, I got a new one. This is what my bed looks like during the day: But then, when the bedspread is removed for the wonderful time called sleeping, this is what happens: And just so you can see the other side of the bedspread: I like it. Why do the little boys get all the cool stuff?

Hello all! I have neglected you all for quite some time and I apologize. I suppose that I should probably just glory in the natural and small things in life and not worry that nothing huge happens in my life. I am going to try to be better about letting you know what's going on, but I've just been quite stressed as my high school life draws to a close. So, what happened today? So, I went to school. The biggest highlight of today's school was that we had our "IB DONE Party." It's like Sr. Breakfast, except that it's just for IB Diploma and IB Certificate of Merit students. We even have awards a la Sr. Breakfast. Like the "most likely to develop warts in the future" style awards. Except that the IB ones are all fairly nerdy. I won three, which is a lot. Some people didn't receive any. I guess I'm just extreme. I received, "Most Likely to Read Neil (our textbook) for Fun," "Most Likely to Become a Diplomat," and ...

I know that I haven't posted in a while. This is why I have decided to tell you about what it is that has caused me to have to not talk with you all recently. IB testing. I had told you about the terrors of IB scheduling, and here is how it's going so far. One thing you have to know about IB tests: some years, one subject is killer and another is not that bad. In fact, the IB teachers classify the years sometimes as "the year that the Japanese test murdered" or "that one year where the History questions were gorgeous." So, we'll go in chronological order: English A1 HL Paper 1: You get about a page of prose and an approximately page long poem (give or take). You pick one or the other, and you have 2 hours to write a commentary on it. That means describe the general feel, reference the literary techniques that achieve this effect and kind of tie it all together with what this means in the larger scheme. The "why do we care?" aspect. This went...