Your MOM'S jailbait! - Isha

So I am practically bouncing off the walls right now. And I have no idea why. I woke up early today too, but am I tired? NoooOOOooo, of course not. Maybe it's because my drugs are wearing off. And maybe that's why I'm so happy!! I'm like, positiviley bubbling right now! Like I could go skipping around singing. It's like how weird people act in the movies when they're in love, except I'm not! It's awesome!

Anyway, despite me not being able to sing or really do anything that well tonight because of my O.D. on drugs (you know how the Aleve bottle says do not exceed 6 tablets in 24 hours? Well, i didn't exceed 6 in 24, more like 4 in 7, so while I wasn't exactly DISOBEYING the instructions...well, you do the math) and us being off on the Elvis number, and the whole "brothers not starting to sing until eight measures after they were supposed to" thing, the show went well. It went better tonight at least. Even with dad botching the curtain call and Jeff being all "turn off the frickin lights!" and making faces at us again. Really, it's not fair that he can sit there, making faces cuz his back's to the audience and we can't even laugh.

So, I've decided all the real fun happens afterwards when we're really hyper and we've got water guns. Or rather, I or Sean has a water gun. Even though he took a chunk out of my finger today and Jeff and I broke the water gun the other night. I swear, I don't know what happened growing up, whether I was shot with stubborn genes or if I just didn't inherit the ability to be girly, but when other girls get shot with the water gun - such as Becca - they scream and run away from the guy. When I get squirted, I yell at the guy, threaten to either kill, hurt, or stop him from having children, and usually run after him and wrestling and fighting over the gun ensues. It's weird. Maybe that's why I'm considered a manly girl. For which I am fairly glad, as I would probably dislike myself severely if I were known as a girlie girl.

Okay, I'm finally going to post this now, as it's taken me over forty-five minutes to write this as I've been trying to chat with Dan at the same time. It's quite hard to multi-task without chocolate!!!

Toodles!

-Jillian

You mean this is a dream? Yeah! Bring on the dancing Tuba's!!

So tonight was opening night. What else can I say really? If you were there you might understand my extreme lack of wordage, which is something serious whenever it happens to me. I dunno, it's just...ugh. I can't even describe it properly. It's kind of a mix of disapointment, frustration, and embarrassment. The show didn't go horribly though. We got an ovie at least, which, in my personal opinion just goes to show how little culture we get in La Grande. There were so many times tonight when I just cringed inside. Just mentally grimaced in pain.

Now I realize I'm painting a grim picture of tonights performance, but it was by no means completely horrible. Close Every Door to Me went really well, despite of my teasing of Jeff's lack of low notes. And I'm sure some other things didn't go as badly as I percieved them either.

But on a happier note, we sorta continued the tradition of going to Denny's afterwards - except for the fact that we got called in to rehearse the slow-motion fight scene in Deadwood Dick a little over an hour into our escapade. But even that was fun. We got Beckah and Jeff to come watch it. And it kind of makes me sad that when school starts and the musical's over we're not going to hang out with him anymore. We'll see him in choir and stuff, but actually going out and doing stuff? Not gonna happen. Ah, the strange cliques of life!

Anyhoo, I'm tired and I might go to bed, even though none of my familia is home to talk about the show yet and I really want to.

But Maegan, I've seriously decided that whenever you feel like totally killing Evelyn, just go and give her a hug, or even worse, give her a compliment. I did this to Devin one time and at the end of the day of BOTH of us doing it we were getting along really well. Course now he won't TALK to us, but hey, what can you do?

Oh, and for all those wondering MY GRANDPARENTS GOT A MISSION CALL TO TALLAHASSEE FLORDIA! Which probably means I have to learn to spell Tallahasse now since I am apparently spelling impaired. Which for some reason made me remember: for all of you I didn't tell, I got a 28 on the ACT. I don't know if that's good or what, but I'm happy, considering I took it after coming back from the Drive-In and giving us only three or four hours of sleep!

But I'm seriously going to go now, cuz Jumper's being retarded and scratching at the glass like a mad-dog!

Telephone. It's my parentals. My mother wanted to remind me to put the dogs out so they wouldn't piddle in the house. Which I would do right now, except I was a responsible young adult and did it right when I got home like I was supposed to. She also wanted to let me know she's at Safeway (every time I say that I hear Dan's voice in my head saying "slave-way") buying me Dove ice cream in celebration of opening night.

HA! Maegan, Isha, Beckah! I totally just found a poker chip down my shirt from tonight! That's awesome!

And I'm really just killing time now as I have nothing to do before my parents come home, and though I'm slightly tired I've barely been up over 12 hours so I have no REAL desire to go to bed. I could always walk to the Wittakers or to Jeff's as he - as I learned like, a few months ago when Devin and I were pranking cars...not that that was us of course... - lives about two houses away from me. Course what would I do there? No idea. Probably throw rocks at a window that would turn out to be his parents. Or if i went to the Whittakers I could sneak in their french-doors and probably get attacked by Abish as I walked in. No, I think my options would be better to sit here at my house and wait for my parents as I listen to my dogs playing (hopefully, they're still trying to figure out this pecking-order thing so I pray no one gets hurt) in the background.

Toodles!

-Jillian

wow this was long.....

That bacon's fresh! I just saw them slaughter the cow it came from a few minutes ago!

Ha! I CAN upload pictures! Anyhoo, this picture is in honor of Cooper, the newest 16 year old in La Grande 2nd ward. In case you can't tell, that's him in the back eating ice cream with chocolate smeared all over his face. I wish I could crop this picture and zoom it in closer on him, but Dan's fat head would be in the way. Besides, it's kind of fun to see Dan in his natural element - Chuck-a-Rama.

So Dan's mom got her first real taste of us today. Or at least she saw the chaos that ensues while we're all together. It was so funny when she answered the door and was all "Can you guys eat cake without getting it all over?" And I'm beginning to think the answer is no. I now understand why babies have so much fung flinging food on people. Because once we got past the whole "ohmigosh, I'm getting cake in my hair and frosting smeared behind my ear and on my neck and on my face and on my forehead" - thanks Coop, I love how your rage was focused on ME!!! - "and everywhere else and I'm going to be so dirty and have to shower!" it was really fun.

I'm learning I take for granted that my parents trust me. It's sort of funny really, I'm beginning to appreciate how much they let me do and how they care about me and trust how they raised me enough to let me have freedoms and understandings that some other people's parents don't have. Unfortunately this gets me into trouble sometimes, as I expect all parents to be as cool and trusting as mine.

Anyway, Joseph was a shot in the head today. Maegan and Becca are possibly planning on killing Evelyn and I'm not sure I'm going to stop them. Evelyn's a nice girl and everything, and I get that she's misunderstood, but right now I'm lacking patience and fortitude, as well as energy. Which makes me think I should probably be getting to bed. If I go to be in the next half hour I MAY be able to wake up at nine and still have my voice like normal. And I need to wake up early so we can figure out the whole "Wednesday" thing for Cooper, since today was Dan's thing for Cooper - even though he ended up being late. If I tell you once, I'll tell you a thousand times. Dan, always listen to your mother. She probably knows best, and even if she doesn't you'll probably come off better doing it her way then the way you were planning it.

Toodles!

-Jillian

Happiness is, hot guys and ice cream! - Isha

so tonight was purdy dang fun. first the party/picnic thing, then the frolicking in the river, then tug-of-war and the games. Only one thing sucked about the whole night, and Isha and Maegan know what it is I'm talking about. It really sucks that this is happening and that it seems to usually happen to me. Ugh, it makes me sick. But there's not much we can do about it, so why complain? But Isha, you have to tell me what your parents say.

But then after that the whole "rehersal" thing and the going back to Hilgard, then the whole impromptu visiting with Raage thing and of course, topping it off with a chocolate dipped cone. *sigh*

Anyhoo, I am tired and want to go to sleep. And wash my face, as it is covered in river water. Which is slightly disgusting as you don't know exactly what's in that water.

Toodles!

-Jillian

I was fought over by a Metro-sexual and a cowboy...though I don't think that's something to brag about

Anyway, HELLO ALL!! This will be my first blog stateside. If you guys want to know much about Europe you can ask me or just call me or something, cuz I would post it on here but I've already talked Isha's and Maegan's ears off about it so I'll not bore them again. Though I will say this. If you have to go through airport security to get into heaven, I won't go, you can't make me! I got frisked and wanded EVERY STINKIN' TIME!!!

Guess what I'm watching now. Hunchback of Notre Dame. It's really cool. I enjoy it quite a lot. Anyhoo, I got my pictures back from the trip, and it makes me sad because i didn't get that many pictures of just people! I have like, three of Thomas, three of Brian, and four girl group pictures...oh, and two of Nick - the super gay guy.

My life has been pretty boring here otherwise. Just relaxing, trying to get my sleep schedule normal again - at least normal for me - rehersals, and the Observer interview. And picking up dog pooh. that was a highlight of my week, i'll tell you that much. OOH! we got a new puppy! She was originally named Lucy but we're calling her Jumper because it fits her more, and seriously, to be a Wheeler dog you MUST have a J name. Anyhoo, she's a beagle, and she's super cute, and I may end up being related to more than half of Union county because my sister is steady dating a Waite. And I ran those two thoughts that had absolutely nothing in common together. But the point still remains, I may end up being related to EVERYONE. Which makes me sad.

I think I'm going to go. I am in the strangest mood right now. Maybe i need chocolate. or starburst.

toodles

-Jillian

p.s. Steven, you broke your arm?! How'd THAT happen?

MY foot iTCHes!

again, the title is an inside joke i am sure i will explain when i get back. today was cool, except for the part where i fried my face so i slightly resemble a swiss tomato. but hey, when you are that high up - and trust me, the alps are freakishly high, especially when you ride to the top of one on a weird tunnel tubey thing that overlooks that matterhorn - and dont wear any sunscreen and stay up there singing sound of music and other really off-key songs for two hours while having a lunch of brie, camambert, apples, youghurt, and baugettes, you feel that a small burn is a tiny price to pay.

today was good, probably in part of the fact that our concert went really well last night (hopefully we will get to St. Marks, i would seriously die if we got to sing there!) and in part of the fact that i am in access of a computer, hence access to home. Not to mention i had a lot of fun talking with Steven today...i am assuming thats how you spell his name. And i hate to say it, but it was really fun to just be able to meander through a little Swiss village. OH i wish i could bring all you guys here with me! I would have so much fun! Course i would have even more fun if half the girls here werent pains in my butt. Honestly, how is it that people are so prissy and judgemental? (dude, i so found the question mark...but you have to push shift on the key next to the 0 key...weird...) If something or someone annoys you, ask nicely for it to stop, and if it doesnt try and fix your attitude, dont be royal pains in the buttocks about it. Jeesh...silly girls...

anyhoo, tomorrow we leave for Austria and stop on our way through in Liechtenstein (heh, for any of you who have seen Knights Tale, i sing that stupid song every time i hear the name) and hopefully i will snap some sweet pictures of the "Disneyland Castle" too. Tonight we are having a Fondu party with real Swiss cheese and its being put on by the village - yes, i really am in a Swiss village...weird... - in appreciation for us being here.

Oh, rememberance! Today, on our way back from Zermatt, where the Matterhorn is, or rather before we left Zermatt, we stood in the middle of the square and sang. It was totally cool! This may sound slightly racist (sorry Dan) but the Japanese tourists just love it! And seriously, they are everywhere! Course i am assuing they are japanese...they could be chinese.

And Dan, I drank caffiene. IT SO WASNT ON PURPOSE THOUGH!!!!! i was super thirsty and my friend Bethanie had a cup of soda and i just took this huge swig of it and mentally I am all "ah crap, this is coke" but i finished drinking it anyway. BUT, to redeem myself i turned down a sip of Justins coke when he offered/i stole it from him. And I havent had caffiene besides that one time.

And speaking of WoW things, apparently the fondu we are eating tonight has a lot of wine in it. And granted, fondu zou get in the states has wine in it, but one of the Chaperones said that they is A LOT of wine in it. I am fairly certain the wine cooks out but half of me is a little nervous. But I dont want to offend the villagers here and its the only thing we have to eat for dinner, so i will probably try it first to see if its alcoholic or not. And besides, in a way to rationalize, my dad had alcohol on his mission because he didnt want to offend anyone...or at least i think it was him. maybe it was someone else. EITHER WAY i will try some and if it burns too much i will stop eating it and just nibble the bread.

I should actuallz go, cuz i have to be down in the sports center in fifteen minutes and i still have to e mail my daddy.

-Jillian

p.s. sorry its so long, i am in a rambling mood. OH!!! and i got my picture taken in front of the Matterhorn with this huge, cute, slobbering St. Bernard that had a little barrel around its neck! it was so sweet! oh, and i petted shaggy mountian sheep.

You know, I would be a lesbian if I weren`t so darn attracted to guys!

this has to be quick since i am supposed to be down at the athletic center in twenty minutes for our concert here in Champery, which - by the way - is the most gorgeous place I have ever been. Today I got to frolick in a meadow with Alpine cows that ACTUALLY had bells around their necks. well, one of them did and I called her Flossy Jr. after me as Flossy has become my unofficial nickname here. Dont worry I will explain later. Anyway, i miss you guys insanely. Every time I hear something about Star Trek I think of Daniel and I miss him. Every time I see a bunch of kids on the street playing soccer I think about Steven and I even miss him ;), every time we are running around singing off key I think of Isha and I really miss her, as I havent seen her for over two weeks. And of course, every time i see a hot guy and i let slip "if I lick him he is mine" i miss Maegan. Every time i see one of my guy friends who i punch in the stomach I think of Raage and miss him - especially since I never got to say good-bye. Every time i see my wonderful duct tape wallet i think of cooper and miss him, and of course, every time i see a meadow i think of me and beckah on our way to youth conference.

It is not just the "oh, i miss them" and go back to what you are doing missing either. Its the deep down stomach hurting wish you were home even though you are supposed to be having the time of your life, missing. So if when i come home I scream, run at you and give you a huge hug, dont freak, as ten to one I will do that to every single one of you. Its just me being weird.

Anyway, I should go. We have the concert tonight and tomorrow we head for the Matterhorn and Zermatt which is supposedly even more gorgeous than where we are now. The only think that would make this better is if zou gzs were here.

love (and miss) you all.

-Jillian

Tube bombings

hey guys, just writing to let you know we are still alive. They blew up the tubes at the exact time we were leaving London. It was freaky, but we are good.

-Jillian

A wise man once said "I don't know, ask a woman!"

so, this will be my last post before I leave. Gol I feel so...I dunno, excited, nervous, hungry and freakishly tired. Not to mention a little apprehensive. There's a little voice in the back of my head telling me not to go, just stay here and be bored and go to rehersal, don't do anything different.

Course then I've always been slightly weird.

Ooh, my chapstick is making my chapped lips tingle. It's a good tingle though, don't you guys all worry and think I'm burning my lips off. What would people look like without lips? I guess you could just look at certain people like Kenneth Branaugh who have FREAKISHLY skinny lips - a.k.a. chicken lips, not to be confused with chicken legs - and get the idea from them.

You know, I think chickens get a bum wrap. I mean seriously! Chicken lips, chicken legs. Those guys do a lot for us though. They...um...give us feather pillows and stuff like that. And hey, who hasn't enjoyed a good chicken breast sometime in their life eh? eh? Come on, everybody loves chicken!

So I'm waking up in like, two hours to go to Portland where I will endure four days of intensive music camp and probably be stuck around prissy music people. Ugh. I'm going to burst into tears sometime during this trip, I know it. Lack of sleep mixed with some wacked out hormones and decreased appetite...apetite...appettite...apettite...okay, you know what I mean, anyway when you mix that with the other stuff I listed you get a girl on the edge. heh...donkey on the edge...heh...

Okay, I officially need sleep.

So adieu, adieu my dear friends! I shall see you at a later date when I shall return triumphantly from my globe trotting with four tapes of me blabbering and 12 - yes, 12 - rolls of film. I shall then invite you all over and possibly make you wild with envy or just make you want to kill me as I sit there reminiscing and make you listen to all seven hours of my tapes. Which - if it anything like the video tape from New York, will make zero sense and won't even be remotely funny if you weren't there. Well, that's a lie. People who weren't there got a kick out of the whole Jennifer-and-me-falling-off-the-bed-onto-eachother thing. But that was just a feat of amazing real life sitcom-ness.

Alright, i'm SERIOUSLY leaving now, as I think my dad has sworn not to go to bed until I do. Which is insane, he actually has to help my mom drive tomorrow, while I just get to sit in a classroom learning music all day. So I'll see you guys later, and I'll miss you TONS! I feel bad cuz I never told some of you good-bye. Course it's not like I'm leaving forever, but three weeks, COME ON. In teenager world that's like, four years!

OKAY I'M GETTING OFF! OFFICIALLY! THIS IS MY LAST BLOG AS A NON-INTERNATIONAL TRAVELER! ooh, that has a nice ring to it! Jillian Wheeler - International Traveler.

Toodles everyone! I'm off to see the world! And, if i get a chance to use a computer, I'll so blog.

-Jillian

p.s. Dan, don't forget to send me those pictures!

heh...heh...heh...

I dedicate the drivers ed section in this teen girls squad episode to Coop. So there you go Coop, knock yourself out.
-Jillian
http://homestarrunner.com/tgs9.html

"It's nice to have variety in pizza" - Josef Mielke

The Untitled Work

-by Daniel and Jillian

Once upon a time there was a beautiful, happy, wonderful girl named Jillian. And she had 3 beautiful happy wnderful children named Sam, Rebekah, and Steven. Now Jillian lives in Maryland and drives a BMW - or a big mormon wagon - and lives in a one million dollar home and her husband is a nuclear physist. He was incredibly attractive, having decided to stop being an underwear model to pursue physics and his love for humanitarian work with the less fortunate. But then he went to Africa to help the poor 3rd world country people and he got monkey pox and died. So Jillian was then henceforth sad that her husband died, so she decided to remarry. Her new husband was thus kidnapped by the North Koreans and carried off into bondage.

Poor Jillian had horrible luck with husbands and so decided to go find her poor kidnapped 2nd husband and leave her ugly children home by themselves as she risked her own life for her husband who was equally attractive as her first one, except the 2nd one was named Yohani McCfergeson.

How exciting!

And thus Jillian was carried off into bondage also, by the North Koreans and eventually became their dictator. President Daniel Harris of the United States of America invaded North Korea and unified Korea for the first time in 60 years.

But Jillian got away, snuck into the White House with her super mad spy skills, brainwashed Daniel with her amazing beauty and feminine whiles and controlled him, thus gaining control of North Korea and the U.S. The American people wanted their president back, so doctors restored his memory with top secret military technology. Jillian was thus bound and cast into a high secruity prison on the planet Venus. Which she took over and planned her conquest of all Earth.

The Kremin time shift appears in orbit of Venus and erases Venus from temporal timeline - and Jillian along with it. Thus making the world a sad, lonely place where no one is happy and Daniel who used to be a good president of the U.S. became the mean, evil, oppresive dictator of all the galaxy. And thus we see without wonderful, pretty woman such as Jillian the world would be a horrible place.

THE END

You know how it is Mr. Fox, you're out clubbing one night, looking for kicks, and people start passing around the weaponized hallucinogens...

Alright, this is going to be a quick one, since we have to leave and pick up Beckah for Youth Conference in like, eight minutes. Luckily though I stayed up till two last night packing so I don't have to worry about getting that done right now.

Okay, so I didn't stay up till two packing. I sort of got totally and completely sidetracked by my E.F.Y. scrapbook which is officially done. It's so cool though! I think this means I'm "offically" a mormon or something, having completed my first scrapbook. It was so much fun to do! You're all going to have to stop by and look at it sometime.

But it was fun staying up. I watched Emperors New Groove, Monsters Inc., Lion King 1 1/2 (sorry Maegan, you couldn't finish it), and I will Go and Do, which is always awesome. Anyhoo, between packing, scrapbooking, baking a cake for Devin that we HOPE doesn't poison him, or at least tastes alright, watching movies, and dancing crazily to loud music I enjoyed myself last night.

Oh, mom just called Beckah to tell her we were on our way. See you guys later!

-Jillian

p.s. Dan, if you're not going to post the story I need my notebook back!! Actually, on second thought, I need my notebook back anyway! It's got my church notes in it!

p.p.s. I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOUTH CONFERENCE!!!!

You have the healthy glow that bespeaks meticulous care and grooming

Alright, that's the last time I use that quote I swear. Okay, so maybe I don't swear on it, I know it'll come out sometime, just like I'm still yelling "airplane!!" every now and then. And not to mention the whole "can I get a whoot, whoot?" Ah, way too many memories, and I can't wait to get my pictures of them. Anyway, E.F.Y. was a total blast as all of you know, and you've all probably heard all the really cool things that happened there (a.k.a. the Frat party, the girl getting called up during the fireside, What Heaven Sees in You, etc.) and if you haven't I'll probably tell you about it within the next week. Gol, I miss being there. Yesterday Daniel and I (wow, good job Jillian, way to use proper grammar!) snuck off after the fireside with Cooper tagging along and we just sat at our company spots for a while. It was depressing but wonderful at the same time.

Speaking of the fireside, it was totally awesome! I still find it slightly ironic that we traveled three hours for an hour and a half fireside, but it was worth it. And contrary to popular belief - or at least the belief of my mother - on the way back if I had my choice I wouldn't be sandwiched between two teenage boys who were giving off a freakish amount of body heat. Besides that, Daniel kept on waking me up. We talked about some interesting stuff though.

Anyway, I've made a new resolution. My summer resolution if you will. I've decided I'm going to let people know how much I care about and appreciate them, because I usually don't. I mean, Maegan and I talk about it a lot, but we never seem to communicate it to the people we talk about, and I really want to now. So if I come up to you and say something weird about me liking you or something, don't freak, it's me being "E.F.Y.-ed" because we talked about gratitude a lot.

Hm...what else is there to talk about? Not much. I leave for Europe a week from Thursday and we have to have a Star Wars party, go see Batman, and hang out a lot more before I leave for twenty days. Ohmigosh, I'm so excited but I'm freaked out too. It's going to be so different than what I'm used to. I'm used to E.F.Y. where everyone's all spiritual and modest and kind and I'm going to a choir where they're all usually bitter and competitive and worldly. Freaky.

Oh, but Youth Conference is coming up! HURRAH FOR YOUTH CONFERENCE!

But I should get off. I have to go help my mom teach the dances to the wee-wats that are auditioning for Annie.

Speaking of, I really want to do "Joseph". I may try and talk my dad into letting me audition. But that's besides the point.

-Jillian

"What's that? Is it like spooning?" - the one and only Derek Cooper

Hello world! I'm too awake to go to sleep right now, even though i'm going to wake up in like, four hours to take the ACT, but we just went to the drive-in and that always wires me for at least an hour. I suppose if I laid in bed for a while I would probably doze off eventually, but where's the fun in that? Conking out the minute your head touches the pillow is much nicer.

I've decided I love my life. Seriously, it's totally awesome. I had one of those moments tonight when you look around at the people you're with and think about your family and other people you know and you're like "wow...these are some amazing people, what on earth did I ever do to deserve this company?" and you just smile and feel grateful that someone up there bribed Heavenly Father enough to give you friends like these.

I really should get off, but there's this happy/content bubble inside that won't let me go to sleep. I'll probably just read my scripture instead, which is better than writing in my blog anyway.

And Daniel, I forgot to tell you: "parting was such sweet sorrow!"

Night All!!

-Jillian

There's a very small percentile that enjoys a dancing gentile

21 Days until I leave for Portland, 24 until London!!! AAAAAH! AND I HAVE EFY NEXT WEEK!!! COULD THIS GET ANY BETTER!!
-Jillian

Behold, I am man, the pointy top of the food chain! Gaze in wonder upon my opposable thumb!

I love the smell of campfire. I just got back from Mollie's and we were roasting marshmellow's...mmm...yummy...

Anyhoo, I've come to the conclusion that life is weird. I just hope the lady at the Hilton was wrong when she said it doesn't get easier, cuz that would royally suck if she was right.

I love church and mutual. It's so funny, because we always gripe about going (at least mutual sometimes) but when I'm there I never want to leave, even if we're just doing something silly like playing volleyball. It doesn't matter who you are or what you think of other people or your political beliefs, when you're there it's just peaceful.

I really like people. Like, seriously. There are maybe two people in this whole wide world that really REALLY bug me. Now, granted, even the coolest people bug me every once in a blue moon, but there are seriously few people who annoy me to the point I don't like hanging around with them. And I don't get how poeple can be so against someone, which is probably why I play "devils-advocate" when people talking about hating other people. That and I'm contradictory.

I'm so glad Junior year is over. Seriously, it's be purdy darn sucky. Now granted there have been a few good parts, but mostly...blah. Here's a brief overview:
Greatest let-down: Choir
Best surprise: My family and Maegan
Best Memory: The Random Racoon Squad's first night out
Worst Memory: Crying during Oklahoma - or just Oklahoma in general
Biggest Regret: Steven Baxter
Moment I wish to change: saying good-bye to Devin
Moment I would never change: Picking Raage up over my shoulder
Biggest Frustration: myself
Song that would describe my Junior year: Pressure by Billy Joel

I miss Jennifer.

It's not like I would give up this year though. Ohmigosh, it's sucked but honestly, besides that I wrote up there, I wouldn't change a thing. I've learned so much, and not just from school, if you get my meaning!

It's funny, cuz there are so many people that think I'm stupid and immature. I just laugh at them, because what I said to Mr. Sebastyn isn't that far off. I do have a certain amount of maturity to get through my life. It's just that most people aren't worth my maturity. I'm mature when I need to be. If something needs to get done, if a problem comes up that I need to solve, or if someone needs to talk about something I'll definitly be mature.

But anyway, it really agravates me when someone is a confessie (meaning someone confessed to) and then they turn around and talk about the confessor. It's like "if someone trusts you enough to talk to you, you should at least TRY and live up to that trust." I guess it's that same feeling that prohibits me from ever telling other people who my friends like. I think the biggest insult I could recieve is not being trusthworthy, at least in the way of telling other people things.

Now granted, I have no idea where that came from...except it's one of the things i've learned this year. And ew, I just had the nastiest tasting burger belch. Just fyi.

26 days until I leave for Portland and 29 until I leave for Europe. WOOHOO!!

Michael Jackson is scary looking. How can anyone say he isn't freaky?

Okay, tell me how this works. Steven never met Jennifer, and yet he still managed to call me Jen. I can get Raage calling me Jennifer cuz I do act like her sometimes and he worked with her for, what, five months? But a guy who doesn't know her? Weird.

Ew, I have marshmellow gunk in my hair. I bent over after we were roasting the marshmellows and my hair got stuck in the left-over gunk on my stick. It was fairly disgusting. All the girls there were like "ew! disgusting!"

Ope, Isha's here. Gotta go

-Jillian out

For Now

Everyone's a little bit unsatisfied
Everyone goes around a little empty inside
Take a breath
Look around
Swallow your pride
For now...

Nothing lasts, life goes on
Full of surprises
You'll be faced with problems
of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises
for now...

But only for now
Only for now

Fornow we're healthy, for now we're employed
For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things
We cannot avoid
For now...
But only for now...

For now there's life
For now there's love
For now there's work
For now there's happiness
But only for now

For now discomfort
For now there's friendship
For now, only for now

Flirting! Is only for now
Your hair! Is only for now
Politics! Is only for now

Don't stress, relax!
Let life roll off your backs
Except death and paying taxes
Everyting in life is only for now

Each time you smile
It will only last a while
Life may be scary
But it's only temporary

Everything's only for now!

-The vast "wisdom" that is Avenue Q

You know, it’s much more real than a movie when it’s real

Gol, I can't believe it's over. Seriously. It's just...over, like that. No big release of happiness, no wishing that it wasn't ending. Just blah, there you go, you're done. I'm sort of just sitting here in a daze wondering what I'm going to do when I wake up Monday morning. It might hit me then that I'm in my "Senior Summer" and that I'm officially the top of the totem pole in the high school hierchy. Probably not though. I'll probably just switch into numb mode until EFY knocks me out of it.

I do believe this stupor is brought on partly by the whole school being over thing and partly becaue of my lack of sleep. And I was honestly going to write you guys episode three of the Jillian Pulling All-Nighters Series, but when I was finally finished at five in the morning I was just like "forget it" and went to try and read Abarat instead, which turned out to be pointless as there was no way in heck that I would be able to read three hundred pages during school. So I gave up. But I want to check it out again at the beginning of next year so I can finish it before school gets all crazy again.

And now? Now I should go clean my room in case there is a chance Gen decides to come up - which would totally make my month, by the way. But ugh...cleaning...I may just wait till after Jimmy Neutron's over. HUZZAH!!

-Jillian

You can just suck my big toe...and I hope it tastes funny!

So yeah, today's sucking really badly. I hate it when this happens. It feels like the entire world is moving along, progressing, and I'm just sitting in a haze watching it go by. It's like one of those shots where they have a person standing alone in the crowd not moving while people zoom by in little blurs. Except in this case it's more me trying to move through water while everyone else is flying.

I don't know how else to describe it, so I'll leave it at that.

I should really be working on my A.P. stuff right now, but I'm lacking motivation to do anything but curl up in a corner and read. That's the problem when I get a good book, I never want to stop reading it. Maybe that's why my parents would take them away from me as a form of punishment.

And now Sebastyn is sitting sort of behind me so I should probably do my work.

Gol, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.

-Jillian

If you were me than I’d be you. And if I were you, I’d hide somewhere far away

Ugh, I'm going to try typing the best I can with my demented finger that I took a chunk out of with a chain link fence...Though it's nothing compared to Daniels leg. Ouchie.

Hold up, phone call.

Okay, back. It was Kayleen for Jessica, asking if they wanted to go running at five. I was like "Five in the morning?!" And she was like "Gol no! Who would ever want that!"

Which brings me to my morning.

I woke up at friggin four thirty to watch a fairly boring sunrise, as it was already really really light when we got up to the hill. And then when the sun finally did rise - blinding us, by the way - it was ten minutes later than when it was supposed to. It was a bit of a let down. I've decided sometime this summer I'm going to just break curfew, drive up there at like, four, and watch it rise then. Or just pull a Bern and climb the mountain and watch it rise from there. Though the whole climbing the mountain isn't really my thing, but I suppose I could do it for the sunrise. I mean, we hiked at Girls camp all the time! OHMIGOSH! That just made me remember, Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy" is playing at the drive-in next weekend! We so need to go! That is if Maegan's not grounded.

But I digress. As usual.

So I crashed at like, five forty-five after reading some of my Artemis Fowl book (which turned out to be AWESOME in case you were wondering) and I had this weird dream but Maegan can tell you all about. Then she called at nine and I was a bit cranky due to my dream. Then I picked up pooh after reading MORE of my book, then ate breakfast, finished the book, complained about the ending - cuz honestly, you have to complain about the endings of all good "series" books - took a shower, cooked my hot dogs, and was on my way...late as usual. But that's okay, cuz no one was there 'cept Bern who had been waiting for like, fifteen minutes.

Apparently, no one told him that we all run on Mormon Standard Time.

The rest of the day was pretty fun. Darcy and Bern were with us for a little while, but then they ditched for silly stuff like homework and chores so it was just Daniel, Cooper, me, and Maegan. And between tennis, wrestling, biting, car/dog washing, checking on Abish, frisbee, trying to teach Cooper to fight *rolls eyes*, and just goofing off we were in the sun for about four straight hours.

Which explains why my arms are bright red from mid upper-arm to my wrist and around my neck. I'm going to look really funny when I wear a shirt with smaller sleeves and a square neckline.

Anyway, so we retired to my house and we were all radiating an insane amount of heat and poor Maegan had to sit on the floor cuz her pants were still wet - the rest of us had changed - and watched Star Wars Episode III. And as much as I hate to say it, it wasn't all that awesome. There were too many indescrepancies (spelling? Who uses that word anyway?!) and it was kind of unrealistic. It was fun to watch and everything, like seriously, the fighting with you'd was the BEST part! I LOVE YODA! But we were talking about it and we decided it was poorly written and definitely poorly directed. Bad writing can usually be fixed by good directing, but I hate to say it, Lucas missed the mark on the past three Star Wars. The oldest are still the best. They're just more realistic and you actually care about the characters and what happens to them. In this one I was like "Kill Padimay (again, spelling?), I don't care. All she does is cry and bite her hand". Granted, there were a few you cared about, but they were few and far between. I was really sad when they killed the Jedi Master's though. That made me unhappy inside. I think I actually started yelling at the T.V. But my favorite part had to be Cooper. "He's Darth Vader?" And all four of us girls - my mom, Jessy, me, and Maegan turn to him and are all "YES!!!!! GOL!!!" because all of us had been trying to explain it to him for the entire movie.

Anyway, I think I'm going to go to bed now so I can wake up at the butt crack of dawn and finish up my homework. I hope you've all enjoyed reading in weirdness and lack of detail my day.

Oh, and Honor the Seniors went off really well. I got to see Mindee and Tricia and Mary and it was really sweet, but I didn't get to talk to them at all really, cuz I was running around playing the hostess/clean-up lady.

Anyway, I'm tired and I have another book to read! Ciao!

-Jillian