dun dun dun! hamster hunt! and snowboarding!!

my lovely black, fuzzy, cute hamster decided it didn't want to stay in it's lovely cage Friday night. We had some guests that night, BJ and family came over and we had a lot of fun talking and catching up with the funniest family ever. (except maybe meemer and them.)
anyway i got up early, early to get ready to go to embarrass myself on the slopes of beaver mountain ski resort. Well as i am rushing, half asleep to get ready for the long drive and fun day, i look into Kuma's cage. No hamster. Well that was one way to wake me right up. We looked my room over but no black fuzz ball. great. We left anyway, dad promising to look for her.

We got to McDonald's for yummy first breakfast and transferred cars and drivers, Bitt took us to her apartment for a little while as she grabbed some much needed items. We left and arrive with time to spare. (Had to skip second breakfast, we were on the road. I was ravenous for lunch by the time it rolled around.) So we rented boards, looking like we knew what we were doing (yeah right) and fooled around for about two hours until our lessons started. We had a nice instructor (very strong too) who taught us very well and by around one-thirty i was flying down the slope, only on my butt or face about 30% of the time.
And now i'm paying for it, I took two hard face plants, i think i pulled a couple arm muscles and i know i bruised my knees really bad. But it was fun, tai and i loved hanging out with our almost long lost cousin and her boyfriend (woo hoo! lol) even if we had to skip second breakfast and tea time.
We came home, played Indiana Jones, only to teach her how so she could relay the info to our aunt, and showed off on guitar hero, and played snowboarding for the wii fit. yeah ironic isn't it.

So back to missing hamster. After our cousin left we, tai and i, were completely sucked dry of all energy. I get really annoyed with our certain new puppy who is barking up a storm at the bottom of the stairs. the entrance to the entrance of my new room. I resort to the last resort, which is use our shiba's keen hunting sense for my hamster to find it. (don't put her in the hamster ball while kimiko's around) So i let the dog into the basement and shut the door behind me, tai following close behind, my backup of course. So our lovely devil dog sticks her nose into the mattresses in the corner then goes to the middle of the room where there's a pile of confetti and garbage. She runs to the door and then back to the mattresses. hmmmm. hinting much? So i pull apart and ta DA! a fuzz ball looking like a ninja hanging from both mattresses. I tell tai to grab the flashlight in my nightstand and watch out for traps-err obstacles in my room. The little thing moves and i shout for her to get dad instead. she hands me the flashlight and runs up to get our dad. He comes down, moves some stuff and turns out to be hardly any help at all. (sorry dad, but thanks for moving stuff!) i catch my hamster after two attempts in which the hamster demonstrated amazing Houdini skills. and run to the cage and box tape the lid shut. mission accomplished, kimiko and izzy get a treat and we're all happy. yeah right. Kimiko still sits and barks at the bottom of the stairs, probably yelling at us for taking away her second supper.

WARNING!!!!!

THIS IS NOT MEANT TO MAKE ANYONE FEEL GUILTY I AM SIMPLY RAMBLING AND GIVING MY OPINION. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!! DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DON'T WANT MY COMPLAINING RIGHT NOW.


































I'm tired. of school of soccer of everything. I don't think i'll be able to pull myself out of the hole i've made of my english grade so i will no longer sit next to the hunk (more on that later, maybe) and be kicked out of the class.
I didn't want to play soccer this year to tell the truth... but don't get me wrong, i am happy that i did; i made great friends with tonia and a couple others. I don't know if i'll be playing next year, i'm tired of coming home with hurting and sore ankles and legs. I'm tired of feeling inferior and out of place.
I'm tired of nobody doing anything at home. I can't cook, i don't know how never have known. So instead i try to clean, but then i have homework, cello practice, soccer and other family members to deal with. i have no time and my frustration's probably hitting our snow piled roof.
And i want a break, i want to go and learn how to snowboard. But if mom is going to worry about it nevermind. I want to spend time with my amazing cousin we hardly see. I want the school year to end and soccer to be outdoors again. I don't like playing indoor where i feel even worse on the skill level.
I just want to sleep for a week and never get up.
But i can't. I need to help out more and i need to do homework and i need to practice cello and i need to be there for my team. I need to seperate from myself and just do it. lol NIKE...
Then again, easier said than done.

a tribute to the great.

Green Acres is the place to be....
yeah for all you old people this is not the tv show. I'm talking about the elementary school i went to. When most people in my current Jr. High ask me what school i went to they usually have no idea what i'm talking about.
Anyway i really miss this school. It really is the greatest elementary school around. Even when you remember all the really bad days it was still the greatest school ever. I still email my old teacher.
Almost all of us already know that the curriculum is getting hard for each grade. But i don't feel like i'm behind at all. I almost feel like i'm ahead so i just want to say, even though she doesn't read this, Mrs. Orton was the best teacher ever.