Tuesday, March 27, 2012

GS Camp.

Girl Scout camp. It's really quite fun, if you know what to expect and come prepared. I'm going to GS camp again this year with Angela and Christina, and we've figured out some basic guidelines for going to camp. Just thought I'd share them with ya 'cause I'm nice that way.

1. Be a early bird! Okay, if you're not a morning person, now is a good time to start being one. You will be woken up at 7:00*, and will be expected to be on the road by 7:15*. This does not give you that much time to get up, get dressed, wash up, scrub-a-dub teeth, brush hair, if hair is long, put hair up, find shoes and at least semi-clean socks, put sunscreen on, make your bed, find your water bottle, hat, and anything else you might need later that day, and drag any cabin mates who refuse to get up out of bed, and shove some shoes on their feet. It shall make you life a whole lot easier if you get up a half hour earlier.

2. Avoid any meat served at the cafeteria. Especially the chicken (or salted cardboard. No one is really quite sure which one it really is). Most of the food is bearable, but not the meat. Ick.

Mother dearest is kicking me off the computer, so bye!

*These times will vary depending on which camp and program you're going to, and how far your camp ground is from the cafeteria.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

What a lovely summer day in... March?

*Happy dance* I finished reading the Western Civilization textbook! That thing was 979 pages long, and I am DONE reading it. I'm really happy about that. But now I just have new, different reading. Which hopefully won't take that long to read.
Anyways, today is so warm it's just ridiculous. Hard to believe there was snow here a few weeks back when we're all running around barefooted. And eating ice cream. Man, can't March make up it's mind about being warm or cold? I have to stick my hand out the door just to know whether to bundle up in sweaters or go out in a tank top and shorts. It has though been nice enough lately that I've been able to go take my violin and go play outside. If you don't play anything, or haven't ever tried playing outside, it is amazing (when your music doesn't fly off your stand and land in the mud).

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Site sales: a way to torture Girl Scouts.

Site sales. I dislike them very strongly. Disliking them is a passion of mine. I mean, we bundle up in hats, scarves, gloves, coats, and blankets, go to a store, and sit outside in the cold at a little fold out table telling people that we're sorry but we don't sell chocolate chip cookies and we're all out of Thin Mints. Maybe some people consider this fun, but I really don't. At the end of the site sale, we were literally screaming at people to buy cookies to support their local freezing Girl Scouts. Okay that bit was actually pretty fun. But I still don't like sitting outside in the cold.

I have green hair! It's almost the exact same shade as my nails at the moment... no, I did not dye my hair to match my nails. No, I did not dye my hair to match the stripes on my skirt. Here is a tip for any of you guys who ever plan on dyeing your hair a neon color; if you wear anything that's even remotely the same color as your hair, be prepared to be asked by everyone if you dyed your hair to match whatever it is that you're wearing. I dyed my hair with Kool Aid this time (I do not want green tinted hair for months, thank you very much). So my hair smells like Lemon Lime Kool Aid. Right now I'm debating on whether or not I should get bangs. I used to have bangs when I was like three, but I grew them out a long, long time ago.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Warning: sister has scissors!!!

I let Angela cut my hair. I had long hair. She hacked at it with scissors. I lost a lot of hair. Goodbye, my hair. Oh how I shall miss braiding you into fancy braids, and tossing my hair to hit someone in the face. No longer shall I be able to put my hair into beehives that are nearly impossible to get out. And no more shall I wake up with crazy bedhead that takes forever and a day to get out, or spend hours in the bathroom combing Manic Panic through my long, long hair with a toothbrush.
Haha, sorry, I just had to do that. I actually really like my new 'do. It's adorable, and quite a bit shorter, but that just means I'll use less dye when I dye. And I have NO SPLIT ENDS at the moment! I hate split ends. Holy bananas do I hate split ends. But moving past the whole hair cut thing, I have three violin performances coming up. Yay! One is my homeschool group's talent show, one is a violin workshop, and the last is my big once a year recital. Don't know what I'm going to play for that one.