States and sickness, pretty much.

Unfortunately, I became sick with a runny nose, sore throat, violent cough, and headache. I'm stuck sitting at home listening to my brother sing Big Time Rush while I blog alone while drinking lemon-lime Gatorade. I would play guitar, but the strings screwed up somehow and now sound like dying walruses when I strum. I would Skype call or chat with a friend, but they're all at school. I would play with my brother, but..it doesn't come out pretty.
I'm sitting at my desk in the basement. It is very cold downstairs on a day like this, so I'm wearing my fuzzy Eskimo winter coat from Old Navy. I'm surprisingly growing closer to this jacket. It's so comfy.
I might as well talk about yesterday for me. I had a "State Show" at school, which is something the fifth graders at my current school do every year. We all get an assigned state, in which mine being Colorado. We gather up in groups of regions (In my case being the Mountain West) and create skits for the show, region boards, commercials, programs, and other pretty fun stuff. We had two shows; the afternoon show at 1:30 in front of the school, and the "easy show" at 6:00 in front of our parents and other relatives.
We decorated and set up the gym for the show and practiced. Afterward, my teachers announced what drawings were going to be put into the programs (we all had to draw a program cover as a part of our grade). I was surprised when they called out my name, because I personally thought mine was horrible. It came out pretty well anyway.
The afternoon show was shorter than I thought it would be. We were all so nervous and worried we would mess up, but it was perfected and we didn't miss a single word. The easy show was even easier. Our parents laughed whenever something funny in our skits would show (even though we weren't aiming to be funny. "Shop in Delaware, it has no sales tax!" How exactly is that funny?). We had to bring in food relating to our state, and we sampled food for about an hour before the show and guests during. I ate crab cakes, Milky Ways, yellow bell peppers with ranch dip (I brought it in anyway), pineapples, hush puppies, potato chips, biscuits, cheesecake cupcakes, salt water taffy, you get the point. Yesterday was pretty awesome.
Why couldn't it be awesome now? I'm stuck sick in my cold basement with nothing to do..

-Zoe

Hello, Hong Kong!

Today, I skyped with my good friend, Emerie. She had left to live in Hong Kong because her dad had gotten a better job there. My heart practically leaped into my throat when I saw the familiar Skype notification appear on my laptop screen. "Emerie is online!"
The first thing I did, of course, was chat with her. The first thing I said was extremely typical. "EMERIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
 She immediately replied back. "Hey, are you free to skype?" Of course, I said yes. We greeted each other, smiling widely and asked simple questions. How is school? How is the state show? What is it like in Hong Kong? What time is it there?
Soon, she had to leave to go to school. I nodded and smiled, waving my hand slightly. "Goodbye!" We both said in unison and she signed off of Skype.
I remind myself of the time I went to Forty Winks with the Sphinx, a sleepover at the Penn Museum. We went with other friends (Thea, Elena, Isabella) and bonded with one another. Landmark trivia first thing, museum exploration, scavenger hunt, night expedition, sleeping by the sphinx, and a light breakfast. We were the two tiniest in the car, so we had to share a seatbelt on the way there, plus, we were the only two girls who didn't have their mom come with them.
Now, I have four pen pals. Isabel, Emilia, Valeria, all from Chile, and Emerie. Former American citizen and classmate. Occupation? Hong Kong.

-Zoe

Finally, the first day of spring.

Today is the first day of spring, and my family and I had what a day.

Firstly, we went to my friend Dianne's house for her mom's birthday. The highlight of my period of time there was picking at a piece of loose lint hanging out of my shoe. Yeah, I didn't have much fun there. All I really did was talk to my friend Owen (the only real friend I actually had there. He was the only one who talked to me by choice and the only one who didn't curse every five minutes. -_-) while I watched everyone play Call of Duty: Black Ops. He made me laugh once during that while I was drinking my Sunkist, and I blew everything in my mouth on my friend Aaron's jacket, who was unfortunately sitting in front of my at the time. Then, one guy named Andre screamed so loud I spit again, this time standing up, though (conveniently) only a little came out of my mouth, which caught onto a little boy named Angelo's shirt while he was playing Pokemon on his Zelda DS.

Dianne and all her other girl-friends left to go to Rita's, CVS Pharmacy, and other convenient stores. I was stuck (after the room got crowded while they were playing PS3) being chased by Aaron's sister Arianne and a little girl named Tristan up and down the stairs for three minutes.

After we left, my parents drove up to Rita's. Since it was the first day of spring, everything was free. So, chyeah, guys! :D Free gelatis! :D

We ate our gelatis in the car and then drove home. Now I'm waiting in my room quietly blogging while my parents order Domino's Pizza for the second time this weekend.

-Zoe

Mother-Daughter Mass and Communion Breakfast, Pt 2

I woke up at 8:50AM this morning, scrambling to dress up, brush my teeth, get my shoes on, find my gray Gap jacket, and then finally getting in the car with my mom. We drove off to my school and entered the chapel.
My friend Shannon handed us a program and we walked toward an empty pew. As we listened to the Call of Worship, Thea appeared in the corner of the room and waved, walking to our pew to join us.

Halfway through the mass, I needed to pee. Badly. I whispered it over to Thea and she almost laughed out loud. Then, during the gospel reading, Thea heard the words "kitten" and "killer" and started to glare at the front of the chapel where the gospel was spoken. Her mother laughed and I stifled a giggle.
Afterward, we ate breakfast. We met up with my friends Elena and Katie. Walking over to the buffet, I got a cream cheese bagel, crunchy bacon, scrambled eggs, fruit slices, and a hash brown. We ate and talked, and later on, Sister Danielle talked to us about mother-daughter relationships, and how they relate to God. (See what I did there?)

Once we were finished, we grabbed our things and left, saying our final goodbyes for the day.

That was my first I've ever bond with my mom like that.

-Zoe

Mother-Daughter Mass and Communion Breakfast, Pt 1

Last month, my mom and I signed up for a mother-daughter mass and communion breakfast at school.

Tomorrow is the day.

This morning, during breakfast, my mom and dad were discussing if we should go to mass later today. Dad said no, because we would have it tomorrow, together. They decided we would split up; Mom and I would go earlier in the morning, while Dad and the others go an hour later at our parish instead of our school. It'll be our first and last. I was moving to a new school next year, and I was extremely happy about it, even if that meant not going the next year.

Of course, I have to get dressed up, so my mom had me try on a ruffled, silk shirt, with a short sleeved black jacket attached to the front. She also had me try on short, black leggings. I was partially sensible about this because of the cold. Though, it was mass. Luckily, my mom had three jackets I could try on to match my outfit.
I tried on a long, gray jacket over my clothes. It was nice and cozy, though it clashed with my clothes. I told my mom I'd like something black better with my clothes. She trotted down the stairs and scooped up my black Gap jacket and her own, thicker one. I tried on my jacket, but it was too thick. "The gray one could work," I agreed and then I changed back into my white field-day shirt from 2006 (which I can't believe still fits me. I got it in the first grade) and my blue shorts.

Later on, we tried to decide on what shoes I wore. I recently bought new shoes from DSW, which have gotten to be one of my favorites. Another was one my grandmother had given me; I wore it for my younger sister Alexis's first penance. It was a slip on with that hole in the front that your two front toes stick out of. I was shivering with it on, so we said whichever was better in the weather.

So tomorrow, I'm going to wake up at 9:30, drive off with my mom to my school on a Sunday, walk in wearing something I'd never get to wear to school (considering I wear a uniform), listen to Mass, eat breakfast, and bond especially.

It'll be our first. I'm looking forward to it.

-Zoe

Internet obsessions and pet persuasions.

Practically all of today, my siblings Alexis, Nicholas and I were playing the computer. My brother played a building game called ROBLOX. My sister was playing and still playing Club Penguin, and I blogged and played Animal Jam all day. Soon I got bored and tried to persuade my parents into letting us outside, but my mom wanted to rest and my dad was working, so no one could watch us and I was stuck inside with the computer all day.
Now-a-days, everyone seems to be on the internet 24/7. I don't even know, after five years of living where I live now, three of our neighbors. Though at least five of them go outside every day.
I have a whole bookshelf of books here in my room, but I'm not in the mood to read; I read for hours on weekdays. I would re-read the Harry Potter series again, but not even Harry Potter can entertain me right now. That is a very, very bad thing if Harry Potter can't do anything to adjust my mood.

If I had a pet, I'd be entertained 24/7. And I don't mean a fish, like the one we have in our living room. I mean a dog, or cat, or even just a guinea pig can entertain me. Though my parents don't think I'm responsible enough, I try negotiating with them to get us a dog or a cat whenever I get a hold of them. My best friend Thea, who can't get a pet either, at least got to cat-sit for half the year. That's six months of petting, grooming, feeding, and playing with cats. I can't even feed my fish anymore ever since my parents decided to get an automatic fish-feeder. I don't even get the point of that, because I fed the fish every day since my brother first (luckily) won it two years ago at the Kimberton Fair. And by luckily, I mean luckily. He was two. Two.
No one is online to roleplay, and no one is on Skype to skype. I must somehow prove that I can take care of at least a guinea pig.

And, before I end this blog post, I wanted to let everyone know; ROBLOX is a building game somewhat like Blockland or Minecraft, and Animal Jam is a game from National Geographic Kids that is somehow extremely fun, though educational. I don't even realize I'm learning anything from playing it for five minutes.

-Zoe

Track and Field for the second time.

Today, at school (of course), I had my second track-and-field practice. My music teacher coaches us, and trust me; I've seen him every day wearing a tuxedo around the school. It is your worst nightmare to see him in gym shorts and a blue t-shirt.

First, we ran a lap around the school (half a mile), then stretched in the parking lot. He is very strict (with a surprising twist of humor). Never, ever, ever in your life, go past the limit for jumping jacks. If we did twenty-five jumping jacks one day, and someone went to twenty-six or stepped out of place, he would make the whole team do 5-20 more jumping jacks, depending on how many times it happens.

Afterward, the track team jogged to Immaculata's quad center. Four times, four times, we had to run up and down the long, bumpy pavement that led uphill. Four times. Then, we jogged back to the school parking lot, did another stretch, and then were dismissed. My best friend Thea and I went to Rita's together afterward, and found three other girls from the same school of ours, either coming from track to cool off or out of the blue.

As Thea says. Track is a love-hate relationship.