I Miss Snow

So. Arizona. Very hot. Average temperature 110 degrees. I don't care if it's a dry heat. Still makes you sweat all the same. Ugh. Otherwise, everything is very desolate, very brown, and very touristy. Everything reminds me of a Wiley Coyote cartoon. Not my bag, really. I can only take so much unadulterated beauty. It's weird looking out of your window and seeing a huge cactus instead of a maple. I miss maples.

Can't complain about this tan, though. I thought I was too Irish to tan. I suppose swimming every day helped with that. And I've had time to catch up on my reading, writing, and guitar. I hadn't had any time to much of that back home. Too many distractions, or too many opportunities to use distractions as an excuse in place of my attention span, or lack thereof.

Well, I must be off. Need to finish one of the four books I brought, and maybe go pick on Mackenzie and Katie some more.

I'm gonna have to cut you off...

Today is a momentous day. Today I have found that I have limits when it comes to my coffee intake. Especially on an empty stomach. Five quite large mugs, which just about equals ten restaurant-sized cups. That's when I need to end consumption. I was getting dizzy I was so wired from all of it. It was worse than me on Mountain Dew. (for anyone who knows me, you will understand how serious my condition was) It's worn off now, thank goodness. It's not fun, believe it or not, having that amount of energy all at once.

Now that I'm...less wired (my foot is still jiggling at a more rapid pace than usual) I should probably go fix my dad's camera like I said I would...hmm...maybe later. Like when I can sit in a chair for more than two minutes at a time (I've gotten up at least twelve times while typing this entry).

I was reading one of our toothpaste boxes today (don't ask, I don't remember) and it read

DIRECTIONS:

• Supervise children as necessary until capable of using without supervision.
• Brush teeth thoroughly after meals or at least twice a day, or use as directed by a dentist or physician.

I thought, "Okay, perfectly normal, understandable, toothpastical statements." But then I continued to read

• Do not swallow adults and children 2 years and older.

Which, of course, proceeded with following train of thought:

Hmm.

So.

Swallowing babies is okay then, is it?

I know, I know, I know. It's quite obvious that they meant "Do not swallow the toothpaste." I know what they meant. But even so, how is it okay for children under two to swallow said toothpaste? And cannibals must use toothpaste, so what do you think they're going to think when they read that? Definitely not "Oh, I better make sure Jimmy doesn't eat this!" No, they're going to think "Oh, I better make sure Jimmy doesn't swallow any adult or child two years or older before I get to them!" or "I wonder if I should order some more Hufu..."

Sigh. I can't help it. If you don't know me, you're probably staring at the screen with a rather worried expression on your face, wondering what normal seventeen year old girl would ponder such things. Normal is a rather biased term that I don't believe in, so don't waste an ulcer on me.

For fear of being sued by the company, I'm not going to mention the brand of the toothpaste, but if you really wish to view the direct quote for yourself, I will leave you with the pseudonym Appendage & Gavel and "enamel care". Happy hunting.

Good News/Bad News

Today was a rollercoaster. Beginning of the day, I found out I made it into Chamber Choir, which was really exciting. I never would have thought I'd make it in. Well, I suppose I shouldn't say that, because if I really thought that, I probably would have never auditioned. I just thought it was highly unlikely. I am a soprano 2, which really surprised both Mrs. Krueger and I, because we both thought I was an alto. Hmm. Maybe I accidentally inhaled some helium or something.
After that, and many hugs from Shelby and Megan, we got our yearbooks, and that madness began. I swear, the only other time you get such a handcramp is during APUSH essay practice. Doesn't help that I have horrible handwriting. Becky once told me I wrote like a guy. I just don't like pens. It was all very emotional, because today was also the seniors' last day. I surprised myself at how composed I was...I was a complete wreck inside, but if there were two of me (which I'm glad there aren't) and one was looking at the other, I wouldn't have realized it. Some of the most brilliant, kind, and creative people are leaving me FOREVER. And just so's you know, I hate you all for it. No, not really. Two of my best friends are graduating. One will still be around for the summer, so that's a relief. The other leaves the day after graduation, which sucks majorly. I miss them all already and they haven't even received their diplomas.

Alright. I'm going to stop now. I need a really big mug of tea for this one. And thank God we have some mint icecream. It's not strawberry, but it'll do.