Crazy day...

Strang things have been happening around my house. On Sunday afternoon one of our neighbors four houses down chased Sheeba back to our property with a what we thought was a shotgun. He stood down at the bottom of our hill and yelled up to my dad, mom, amy, and poor little gracie that he didn't want our dog on his property and that Sheeba had attacked his dog. This guy owns a huge sheepdog puppy, it's twice as big as Sheeba. And Sheeba and the dog get along fine.

So anyway, yesterday my dad was talking to our nice neighbor next door, who really likes Sheeba, and our neighbor said that we should have called the police to file a report. My dad called the police last evening and they came to our house. Then after talking awhile they said they would go talk to the neighbor and tell him he shouldn't be running down the road with a gun and that he could shoot at our dog if Sheeba gets on his property, but once she's off he can't do anything else.

The next big thing that happened was that my mom was standing at the front door looking out at Sheeba (who is now on a run ::sniff::) when she saw a truck go by our house really slowly and stop at our driveway. She yelled for my dad to come, but the truck kept going. A few seconds later it came back really slowly and stopped on the road at the bottom of our property. So, stupid me, I ran outside and was standing at the top of the hill trying to look tough when the guy gets out of his truck and starts talking to me. I was like whoa. He started yelling up that (with a really heavy southern accent) "it wasn't a shotgun, it was a bee-bee gun!" By this time Amy has made her way outside and I'm starting to get nervous so I head back inside and try to get Amy to come too. As I get inside my dad is finally on his way out to talk with the guy. My dad actually went down the hill and stood face to face with the idiot and had a decent conversation with him. The guy told my dad how he was so embarresed to have two police cars pull up in his driveway. I was like I don't freakin' care!!!!! You shot at our dog!!!!! He admitted to shooting Sheeba when supposedly Sheeba had his dog by the neck. Yeah, right. Whatever. You should see the size of his dog. Gigantic beast of a dog. Before my dad and mom decided to call the police, Daniel, Amy, and I were working out a plan to fork his yard. We figured we better wait few weeks or even a month or two so that he wouldn't know it was us. In the end haveing the police take care of him is much sweeter than forking his yard, although that would have been sweet revenge as well. Especially since he has a perfect well manicured front lawn.

One more week of school!

Wow, lots of stuff has happened since my last post. Amazingly enough I think all of it is good news too!

I've been on pins and needles for about three weeks worrying about a butt-load of papers, exams, and quizzes. Starting with Music I got another A on the fifth exam and completed my third and final concert report. So now I am guarrented an A in Music. I guess the only way I could possibly screw my grade up is if I don't show up for the last week and a half of classes.

I already know that I have an A from my skiing class too. So that makes two A's.

I turned in my second essay in Eng 2 about a week ago and got it back yesterday. Oh, beautiful 100/100! I was in shock all day, and still am today! So that is sure to bring my grade in that class up to possibly a B+ or maybe even an A, depending on how good I do on this friday's in-class essay, exam, and then final.

Botany is going good and I'm not worried about it at all. Perhapes I should be. I just turned in my ten-page plant families essay on Tuesday. He always takes forever to grade papers so I don't expect my grade until sometime at the end of next week. I should have an A in this class no problem. One more lab report due Monday and a Plant ID the same day. I am kind of anxious about the ID test. We have to be able to identify mounted plants by their common and scientific name and then classify them by families. Intense stuff. We have about sixty+ that we are studying and then he's going to pick about twenty of those for us to identify. The indentification and common name is easy but being able to remember the latin names and spelling them will be challenging. Oh boy, I better study my handy-dandy flashcards.

Calc is going good. I made a perfect 10/10 on the last quiz and we had another quiz today that I think I might have made a 9-10/10 as well! I'll be happy if I don't have to take Calc again, but it would be awfully nice to get out of there with at least a B.

This weekend I'm going to be doing some volunteer work in Maryville at Kristin's aunt's house. Something involving painting...not quite sure of all the details. Should be fun.

Mr. Moe contacted me about a possible backpacking trip next weekend. I really hope I can go this time. I called Sarah, but Gibbs prom is that weekend. Blast. Then I called Amelia, but she always has to study for something. Usually chemistry. I swear, she and Olivia really need to lighten up about studying. Well, at least she hasn't said no...yet. She's going to see if she can somehow swing it.

Ten minutes till LOST!!!!!!!!!!

I had a quiz today in calc over antiderivatives. Not quite as much fun as finding derivatives but fairly simple concept. I think I did good. Find out Monday.

When I got to botany I started feeling really sick to my stomach. Why does this always happen? Talked with Grant and Alex and then felt extremely sick so I decided to skip. I don't feel too bad about skipping because I was able to go to the library to get sources for my upcoming lab reports and family papers. And then I got a lot done on my paper due tomorrow. Still have to write a topical analysis of my fairy tale, but no biggy. Skipping band tonight. Mr. Greenwood will just have to get over it...long story.

I got an email today announcing a concert at PSTCC with John (Josh?) Corbet. I probably got his name wrong. Anyway, he's an actor turned musician. He was in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Tickets are ten bucks. I'm thinking about going just to see if he can actually sing. Really, why would he be coming to Pellissippi unless he can't sing. Should be interesting.

Oh yeah, on Wednesday I stayed on campus after my last class to hear an author talk about his book. I can't remember his name, but he wrote Carved In Bone. I really want to read it. He was going to talk about his forensic studies on the body farm at UT. I waited thirty minutes for him to show up. The staff kept saying that they had no idea where he was or why he was late. They couldn't even say for sure that he was on his way. So instead of wasting precious time listening to stupid college students tell stupid jokes, I left. I still don't know if he showed up....

Gracie, Sheeba, and I stayed outside and watched the storm roll in until we got scared by some wicked lightning. Poor Sheebs was really worried but wouldn't stay in the basement. I couldn't sleep at all last night because of the storm. The second system that rolled in woke me up at two or three in the morning. The hail on the roof kept me up the rest of the night. And the thunder. I basically watched my clock all night thinking about how many more hours I had to sleep before I had to get up to go to school. No storms tonight hopefully. I really need some sleep. Aren't these pictures of Grace great?! It's so hard to take pictures of her because she wants to hold the camera or look at the screen to see pictures of herself. Plus she likes to bounce and move around so the pics usually turn out blurry. I'm very proud of the way these turned out. She's a good little goose.

I survived!

I had a wicked good time playing paintball with the guys and gals from pellissippi! I want to play again so bad! The team I was on won the majority of the games we played. Will shot me in the head. It hurt. I thought I was dead or at least blacking out. I had my head down because I was running towards a barrier and I didn't even see it coming. The ref was right next to me and I almost ran into him and a bunch of trees. I think I've finally gotten over my fear of being shot. There's some kind of rush that I get when I realize I've been hit that is comparable to the rush I get when I've had an awesome run on the slopes. Who needs drugs when there are so many awesome extreme sports to get high on!?

Paintball!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yup, I decided that I am going to go play paintball tomorrow. Pray that I come back alive! Usually I try not to play in the warmer months because I hate getting shot on bare skin. That's why I like playing in the fall and early spring. The more layers the better. Daniel thinks I'm crazy but I don't care!

I'm supposed to be working on my fairy tale essay right now, but I'm not. Actually I went outside just a little while ago and sat in the sun on the basketball and thought. I must have been thinking for a really long time because when I got up off of the basketball I felt like there was an indentation in my butt.

During band on Thursday night we were rehearsing a song that featured the piccalos. In one section the clarinets have a bunch of boring offbeats while the pics have a stupid melody on top of it. And of course that section has a repeat. Like it wasn't annoying enough the FIRST time. So right before the second time around Mr. Pendley yells out "Sounds like someone forgot to feed their dog!" BAH! I couldn't play anything for at least ten measures because I was laughing so hard! I think the melody that the pics were playing was called "Dog Whistlers" or something along the lines of Dog....To make things worse while I was trying to get my mouth back into position(trying not to smile) I looked up at Mr. Pendley and he was looking at me smiling really big. Of course that made me start up again. Have I mentioned how great Mr. Pendley is? I think he's my most favorite band director since JeanAnne.