Freedom at last :D

After watching and waiting for what seemed an eternity, I finally heard the words; Kira, your ungrounded! The black storm that had been following me for a month and a half now dispated into sunny skies and light fluffs of clouds. My heart jumped at the thought of freedom, so the first thing I did? Grabbed my keys so I could drive! The fact that my car probably needed gas, and didn't work due to sitting for so long didn't matter, freedom was handed to me and I was taking it for all it was worth! So I did what any teenager getting ungrounded would do, I took my car and left for the rest of the day. Driving for the first time in that long was amazing! (and so was getting to see the person I had been missing out on for the last month) Being grounded for that long taught me a lesson; I never want to be stuck in my house with no keys for that long again, and I wont be(: Ah, sweet freedom.

Spread love, NOT GERMS!

Here latley EVERYBODY is getting sick; and now the lovely germs have spread to me. With snuffling, sneezing, and watery eyes. Hacking up lungs with every throaty cough. The wonderful aches and body pains that leave you paralyzed in bed, surronding yourself in covers drenched in germs. The pain of breathing in through clogged up noses, and the every present green gunk that appears everytime you blow your nose. A sore throat that makes you feel like you've been breathing fire, and sickly rank breath to match. Not to mention the pounding headache, that seems to have a heartbeat that slams from one ear to the other, racking every thought in your brain as it does. No drink can quench the dryness of the sick throat, and no food can overcome the exhausting fatigue. No smell can penatrate the poor clogged up nose, and no congestant to soothe the quivering lungs. No tylenol to calm the tidal wave of migranes and sinus headaches. Don't you just love being sick?

Oh the frustration

These days it seems my life consists of only two things, School, and work. Now my job doesnt take up too much of School work time, only the spare hours of leisure running that I get to do. However! Some teachers seem to think that I have nothing else to do! I've had so much homework here lately. An anatomy slideshow of the skull, which has about 22 bones in it, thats alot of slides; and adding pictures and descriptions! Geez, thats at least two days worth of work! Now I have a magazine for Government due, one which I was supposed to be in a group of four, but lucky for me,(not), two of the other members decide not to show up for all the work that has to be done. The lovely English teacher, not that I can vent much considering she gets to read this; but she now thinks we can do ten blogs a month. Not that I dont enjoy blogging, but I've been grounded for that past month and a half, so I have no life, therefore I have nothing to write about. Unless people find the scheme of my tiny computer room for a bedroom interesting; which i doubt they do. So life is very frustrating at the moment; too much homework, and no play. Oh dear, its going to be a long semester.

On Fire for Jesus!

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, a little chilly but the sun was shining. My family and I had just gotten out of church and were on the way to Sunday School. We went our seperate ways to class as my sister and I went upstairs to ours, it was absolutly freezing in there! The room was so cold that I couldnt pay attention to anything the teacher was saying, and was instead staring at my frost bitten toes. I told our teacher multipule times about how cold it was, of course she just gave me the be quiet were in the middle of something look. After loosing feeling in my poor frozen toes, I took the initiate to grab an oil heater tucked away at the side of the room. Clay Keugel, being a gentlemen as always, plugged it up for me and turned it on. About 2 seconds into the lovely outpour of heat the thing started going crazy! It was popping loudly and started to let off a burning smell. I waved it off as it was just heating up; it was so cold in there, no way was I going to turn it off! So after a little more intensitfying pops; the smell had doubled. It smelt like burning oil with a combination of burning crap, so I agreed to turn it off, the heater had done its job, and I really didnt feel like burning down the building! So even though the thing almost caught on fire, it made Sunday School way more interesting.(: