Josh Groban was on American Idol last night. He sang ‘You Raise Me Up,’ and he had an African choir back him up. Mm, mm, mm. I could die happy now.

I was able to get a new battery for my iPod, Malachi, last weekend, and I’m beyond ecstatic. It’s been nice to have Malachi resurrected especially since I had a long van ride with a bunch of kids last weekend. I’m hoping to download some new music pretty soon to get me psyched for the SAT next weekend.

Yes, I just said psyched.

While I’m not to thrilled over taking a timed test that has control over which scholarships I’m eligible for, if I go in with a better attitude, I’ll probably do a lot better.

Speaking of which… It’s college time!

It’s also time for Rachel to pull out whatever remaining hair she’s trying to grow back because of the over anxiousness college picking/scholarship filling/SAT testing creates.

Huzzah!

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Josh Groban sang on American Idol…

*Drools*

Things I have learned thus far from doctor’s visits -

• Do not wear your prized Chuck Taylor hi-tops to a visit. They ask you to take your shoes off when you’re weighed and measured, and if you already have problems stretching (like me), then this can take a much longer time. than anticipated.
• Always eat something before you get your blood drawn.
• Always make sure your belt matches what you’re wearing for that day. You’ll be very embarassed knowing you wear brown/purple and jeans and then you start showing off a plaid belt.
• Spit your gum out before you enter the doctor’s office.
• Make sure you’re alert and not daydreaming when the doctor is talking to you. ‘What did he say about my meds again?…’
• And make sure you don’t dream off again when you get your meds described the second time.

Yay for me finally being able to put up my own layout! This hasn’t happened since December, I believe. I like it, but there are still a little bugs I need to work out (like my page.php issue slash clashing sidebar; the ‘Sexycomments’ plug in; and validating every), if anyone could help, I’d appreciate it.

Things have been going slowly and hectic-ly (ha) as usual. I’ve created a theme for this site, but I still don’t have the time nor the computer to just sit down and do my lovely hit-or-miss coding like I usually do. I’d really like to upgrade and install new plugins, but alas… I have no machine.

The funds for my trip have been been coming in nicely, and I just sent a bunch of letters, too. Last time I checked, I needed $300 or so. It’s a nice big difference from the $2,725 that I needed at the beginning of the year. Now, I just need to get my clothes for the trip which means a shopping trip is coming up soon. Wooha.

Regional Teens Involved is in less than two weeks and guess who hasn’t prepared/practiced at all since Area?! At least I’ve been keeping up in my piano solo… Which probably won’t even matter since last year I practiced my brains out and still didn’t qualify. Anyways. I’m just glad that a lot of the things I’m entered in, are individual instead of group thus making everything stress-free since I don’t have to really rely on others.

I finally broke 100lbs. yesterday. It might not seem a lot to you, but I have the hardest time gaining weight due to an uber high metabolism.

I was also just accepted for the National Honour Society. W00t. Now, I’ll have a pin (and place it where?..), a stamp on my diploma (and enjoy it how?…), and have to pay dues (and this is good for the broke kid how?…).

I”m a little upset right now… (This’ll be a little more personal) I really would like to get my ears pierced again, but I’m hitting so many no’s. I don’t think my parents understand that I’d like to do this not only to express myself but also just so I can say it’s for myself. I do a ton of things to please my parents and those around me, and I’d just like to say ‘This is for myself.’ I’d like to just say, ‘This is why kids rebel, why my friend is off in a different state in a detention school and why when I finally turn 18 and have my own car, I’ll be out of the house and not coming back.’

I really just can’t stand living here anymore and being so suffocated. It might seem like I’m over-exaggerating and whining, but I’d really just like to be myself and my own person instead of doing what others expect me to do.

One more year. Just one more year.