Killing Time When There's No Time to Get Rid Of

Well, right now, it's about quarter to 10 pm and I still have 10 long proofs to do for geometry, and 2 different chapter sections to read for my biology quiz tomorrow. But, since I need something to inspire me to start my homework, I'm listening to Life Is A Highway by Chris Ledoux(the Rascal Flatts version is not acceptable) and having a fine time in my happy place.

So, to start out, the thing I've been looking forward since I ordered it Friday, is my camera battery's new charger! I haven't been able to use my beloved camera since about convention time when I lost my highly expensive and almost irreplaceable charger, and I'm super hyped about having it for the holidays! Another thing happening around here is an interior makeover of our house: to hear a rundown of it, read on.
1) we recently got some new couches
2) new carpet is being put in later this week
3) we're gonna paint the main living area of the house before the new carpet is put in, so it doesn't really matter if we get paint drips on the carpet. smart, huh?
and
4) Dad will hopefully get to finishing up the new flooring in the dining room and kitchen someday.

We're all looking forward to sort of having a new house. It'll be fun to come home from G&G Holder's house at turkey day, to a totally different house.

On Saturday, Kirstyn took me shopping...it would have been a bit more enjoyable with more than 20 dollars in my pocket, but as it was, my self-control was tried tremendously and I successfully walked out the doors with one pair of (beautiful) shoes and only 7 dollars in debt(to Kirstyn). However, as my feet are kinda freaks of nature, and my left is just a bit bigger than the right one which I always try on shoes with, I walked out oblivious to my future(wearing my beautiful shoes today and having the plastic lining on the top of my shoes cutting into my left ankle). Ahh, life is good, tho.

I realize this blog is maybe leaving something to be desired, but my mother just walked in and told me this was not necessary when I have homework to be done. Well, I hope I've gotten inspiration from the few words I've written here(it's improbable). In any case, I guess I gotta go get that doggone homework done. :( Til next post!

My first amazing day of having a blog! Yay!

My life right now is pretty boring compared to how Kirstyn jazzes up her life. ("On-line, I'm out in Hollywood, I'm...Six foot five and I look *dang* good! I drive a Mazzarratti(?) I'm a black belt in karate And I love a good glass of wine...." That's for you, Kirstyn:) Getting back to the topic at hand, my life as a high school student is not an exciting thing, except for when I occasionally read Kirstyn's blog and hear how she exaggerates embarrassing stories about me! Don't listen to her. It's not true! Anyway, today I got quite a chuckle outta that comment about her supervisor's text message received at work the other day. :D (if you haven't already, go check out that blog)

Hmm. I'll start with the basics: This morning the alarm went off at the time I irresponsibly set it for last night (6:30; the bus comes at seven, but I was just so tired from reading the incrdible book Kirstyn lent me (A Murder for Her Majesty) until about 2 o'clock that I decided to give myself more sleep time. So I woke up about a half hour later than I'm sposed to and then hit the snooze(i'm not always in my right mind at such an early hour of the morning). When I finally got out of bed, the first thought that went through my head was: Thank goodness I'm not on chickens this week! I fear they would be starving today, and laying eggs on top of eggs on top of eggs! If I ever in my unintelligent adult life consider having chickens, please remind me of this! Come to think of it, I somehow remember Dad saying that he hated chickens as a kid. So what does he do? Gets chickens so he can have fresh eggs and his kids can slide down the muddy hill in their grog-infested mind at unimaginable times of morning, on their rear ends of their favorite pj pants because their muck boots aren't doing their duty because they're all covered in mud! Aww, it's not actually that bad. I actually have an occasional fantastic moment when I have an excuse for chasing those crazy things around outside their pen trying to catch them. Believe it or not, they really do run like chickens. And I'm pretty sure their eyes actually do bug out when you chase them. I haven't gotten that close of a frontal view of one when it's running away from me, but I think it does happen. More stories on chicken duty if you return to "Amber's Happy Place" in 3 weeks when it's my chore again!

Going on, I got my hiney out of bed, grabbed my towel(s) and my robe and hopped through the basement with warm-outta-bed feet on the frozen cement basement floor and ran upstairs. As I got upstairs, I realized that the bathroom was conveniently in use. So I hauled myself into the living room and gratefully sank myself down into the marvellously comfy couch for a little cat nap while Emily did her hair. At this point, I am back to my completely muddled state of mind and forget to wake up. To keep a long story short, I had approximately 5 minutes to ready for school, which I took up mostly with a shower. I came out of the bathroom with my fuzzy lime green robe on and a self-invented turbin on my head and my mother(ice cream bless her dear young heart) was coming out of the kitchen with my breakfast in one hand, Logan's in the other, saying it was time to leave for the bus! So you see now why, when she was pregnant with me and while I was a baby and toddler, she had mass depression! :) jk...she had ESP(N). "Oh, no, Doctor! Take it back! Take it back!" Actually, that was Dad. He had us entertained at the dinner table the other night with a flawless and convincing rendition of Bill Cosby's "Lizard Baby" which entails the birth of the first child, the description of it(the baby) from the father's point of view, and also includes what Dad, the big ol' softy he is, assuring all of his own kids that we all looked like lizards when we were born too, and he was too scared to look at us until our skin shaped up out of the scaly red stuff or whatever characteristic it was that makes babies look like lizards. I'm so, totally getting off track.

What I wanted to say, was that I got to wear my cool knee-high winter socks today, which made my day start unbelievably awesomely. They are gray and wintery looking with pink and purple shapes all over them. I wore them with my corduroy, turquoise cowgirl skirt and my flip flops today, with a brown worn-out leather tunic and a mustard-yellow scarf. (Comments on this one, Kirstyn?) Just kidding. I wore it with a perfectly sensible long jean skirt and a hoodie. And, of course, close-toed birks.

I realize this post has gotten long. So, in the interest of my geometry grade(C, as of the report card Mom just opened a few minutes ago), I'll go get to my homework:( blech.
This whole diary type thing is actually pretty fun! I wasn't sure, cuz I shore don't like writing in a normal diary, but this is acceptable. :) Toodles for now, until the next time I don't have anything more interesting to do than this....

Wait, wait. I smell some buttery pillsbury doughboy orange cinnamon rolls in the oven, courtesy of Dad. I also smell your jealousy. OOoooohhhhh. Sorry, this is getting really cheezy, so I'll just stop now, when I'm still ahead of my reputation.