Thank goodness, Elvis has left the building

As some of you know, Monday night was the Community Arts Showcase at the high school. I give Mrs. G. major props for putting together such a great show. I really wasn't aware that Hibbing had all of that talent.
Well, I went to the show with high hopes. Almost as soon as I sat down, I saw Natalie and Mary. They were nice enough to let me sit by them, so I did. As the evening progressed, I was thouroughly entertained. My high hopes were not in the least bit let down. It was getting towards the end of the program, and I thought I'd read the little part on the sheet they passed out that says thanks. The first thing it did was thank the "suprise guest band." Yeah, I figured they kind of ruined the suprise. As it turns out, they didn't ruin it at all. The "suprise guest band" came out and started to play. It was a catchy tune, but no one was singing and the middle of the stage was empty. Kind of suspicious, don't you think? Then, out of no where, Elvis came on stage! He was singing and playing the guitar; it was the funniest thing I had seen in a while. The funny part was that "Elvis" was Mr. Veneziano. Now, take a minute to let that thought soak in. Okay, enough time; along with that thought, imagine him in a white, spandex Elvis suit. I know, YUCK! I actually had to turn my head because it was so disturbing. However, the worst part was when he started to move around for a while and his shirt was moving with him. His shirt moved so much in fact, that it started to come open. All I saw when I looked next was a middle aged man with his shirt half open. I wanted to toss my cookies right then and there. It went from the funniest thing I had seen to the most disgusting thing I had seen.
So we see that it's all fun and games until some middle aged teacher starts to lose his shirt!

Pants: God's gift to everyone

Today, Brittany cheered at the boys soccer game. Since I am myself a soccer veteran, I thought I'd go and support my friend. Well, I didn't want to go alone so I asked Jenni to come (she lives close and generally isn't opposed to going with me on crazy adventures). The game was okay. The boys lost like 4-0 or something. Varsity lost too, I think. Brittany did really well though. I thought she was great.

But that's not my post. My post is about after the game. Mrs. Williamson had to run to the Lincoln to pick up Brock's footbal stuff. But Jesse wanted to stay and watch the rest of the varsity's game. Jenni and I were going to stay too, so I said I'd take Jesse to the Lincoln if we could get there by 7. Well, I guess details aren't important. Oh, and Brittany was going to come, but she had homework and stuff to do. Right, details are unimportant. Sorry. Anywho, as we (me, Jesse, and Jenni) were pulling out of the parking lot, the G. Rapids' bus pulled in front of us. We happened to notice that the kid in the back seat was in need of some pants (well, it was pretty hard to miss). The only logical thing to do, of course, was to yell at him to put some pants on even though we were behind the bus and they had no idea we were even talking to them. So, we were running to Walmart which is the way one would get to G. Rapids also. By the time we hit the highway by Holiday, the soccer boys noticed we were "following" them. Now, you must understand that this is a bus full of teenage boys that just won their soccer game and are now being followed by a bunch of girls. I'm just assuming that they were a little too full of adrenaline and hormones to think clearly. They started to attempt to have a conversation with us using "sign language." I don't think either one of us understood the other. We were trying to tell them to get some pants on, and no one knows what they were doing. Eventually, I had to switch lanes. At that time, I passed their bus. While we drove by, some one shouted out of their window, "We love you!" How can anyone let that heartfelt message go without a response? We were not going to be cruel young ladies and break their poor little hearts. Jesse conveyed a message we all felt was the most appropriate. Right after they yelled out to us, Jess replied, "Get some pants on!" It was pretty entertaining. I think they did pass us one more time as we were turning. We aren't sure of exactly what was said, but it sounded like, "You chicks suck." I guess they weren't feeling the love.

Needless to say, we had fun with that. I just hope that next time they remember to wear pants!
-chel_C

The First Day of the Last Year of the Last School Before the First College. AKA: The First Day of My Senior Year

Well, just incase the title wasn't confusing enough, now comes the post. Today was the first official day of my senior year. It took me three years at the high school to get to this point. I went through one principal and got a new one, saw the 7th and 8th graders move in, and have undergone some major changes (one of them being the dress code and no cell phones rule). The question is: Was it worth it?

Were three years of my life worth this brief moment in time while I am on top?.......................... Who knows? If today is an indication of how this year is going to go, I'd say yes. My classes had a very relaxed atmosphere. It was actually kind of nice to be back in school and see all my friends again. At first I thought the work load would be too much, but the more I think about it, the less worried I become. Okay, that's about it. I know, the title was just as long as the post! Sorry. My brain is kind of confused right now (school throws everything a little off).

Oh, and here is my schedule:
1st hour: College Prep Reading--Sandstede
2nd hour: Calculus--Harvey
3rd hour: Am. History--Collins (this class is with all juniors-very uncomfortable!)
4th hour: Choir--Stoddard
College: Intro. to Sociology--Iverson
Asp. of Chem. 1--Milani
Interpersonal Comm.--Brown

Until next time
-chel_C

Trip to City: Parts 1 & 2

Okay, so the title is kind of weird, I know. What you need to understand though is that Brit posted on her blog about the same thing that I'm going to, and I was going to use the same title but thought it wise not to. I hear originality is valued or something and plagarism is frowned upon. Anywho, those who have already read Brit's blog know that this weekend we (me, Brit, my mom, my dad, Rachael, and Trevor) went to the Cities (or "City" as I like to call it). My parents just decided Sunday afternoon that a trip to visit Shawn, Jen, and Levi (the Fam) was a great idea. I personally thought that it wasn't the greatest idea. This whole weekend I've been gone and just wanted some time at home. Well, my family's political system hasn't evolved very much. We are still run by a monarchy (Actually, I have to give my parents props for being really understanding. I said I didn't want to go, and they were going to let me stay home. I couldn't because I would've felt really bad about it). Needless to say, I went but not alone. I called up Brit and she came with.

Well, we got to the City, checked in to our hotel, and headed for the Townhouse (Shawn and Jen's). We hung out there pretty much all night. It was cool. I even did homework for my online class there. About 10PM we went back to the hotel. Rachael, Trevor, Brit, and I all went to the pool. I think the deepest spot was 4 feet, but I'm not sure. Rachael was being...difficult. We only stayed for an hour (it was a very long hour). Back at the room, Rachael threw a fit because her slipper fell in the toilet (don't worry the water was clean). Once we settled her down and put her to bed, I stayed up with Brit and Trevor for a bit. All we did was talk about seemingly meaningless junk. I don't know, just being able to spend time with both of them was nice. They are, afterall, my best friends. At eight this morning we all woke up, got ready, and checked out. My mom and Rachael went to the Townhouse and the rest of us picked up Shawn and went golfing. I pretty much stunk. We all pretty much stunk. Brit was my consultant for the first four holes or so. Then she became Trevor's caddy. I tried to get her to hit the ball a few times, but I don't think she really wanted to. That was fine though. After golf we returned to the Townhouse for lunch. Finally we went shopping and made one more stop at the Townhouse before calling it a day. And what a day it was!

Even though I didn't want to go at first, I'm really glad I did. It rocked. I want to thank Brit for coming. Her being there is a big part of what made it so enjoyable! Thanks Brit! My dad said that we'll probably visit the Fam more frequently now that Levi exists. You know what that means!...okay, well, if you know what that means, please tell me because I'm not sure that I do. Well, until next time!
-chel_C

Nothing Until Now

As some may have noticed, I haven't been posting very often. I do have a reason. One is school. The other is that I can't think of anything to post about! I don't see the point in posting just because! The most that's happened was Bobbie left. That was sad. I miss her, but at the same time I'm really glad she went. This was an opportunity she might not get again. However, other than that, Hibbing has been itself--not too much going on. Or has it?

Today is a very special day. Now technically, it's 12:30 or so, today is tomarrow (the date is 9/02/05). Some might question the importance of this date. I'll explain everything. In your mind, go back 18 years from today. Go to a town called Bemidji. There you will find a newlywed couple. This couple has just experienced a life-changing event. No longer will their lives be the same. At exactly 12:31 AM on September 2,1987, they had their first child together. She was some pounds and some ounces. The first step in taking care of a newborn is naming it (if it doesn't have a name, how will you punish it?). The mother wanted something exhotic such as Ulanda. I know what you're thinking, "She must have been a geography teacher to think of a country when she was hopped up on drugs!" Well, no, that 's not actually a country. The country is Uganda. And as for the mother, she wasn't a geography teacher or on drugs when she thought up the name. She's just weird. But what about the father? What did he think? He thought that Ulanda was strange and wanted something simple. Mary, or Susan would be a nice name according to the father. Unfortunately he was about thirty or so years late for those names (nothing against any Marys or Susans, I happen to like those names). What to do, what to do? The mother wanted one thing and the father wanted another. It seemed that there was only one logical solution: a fight to the death. The father won. Therefore, the daughter was named Mary but never got to meet her mother...............Sad, huh?.........Well, maybe that 's not what REALLY happened..........Okay, what really happened was they settled on an in between name. They settled on..........(anticipation building)...........(almost there)............(by this time you've probably figured the name out)...........C-h-e-l-s-e-a (those little dash thingies are in there for dramatic affect). That's right, the baby was me. Which means that today is my B-day! Normally I don't really care, but I'm 18 now, so I can...um...uh...legally vote. Or at least that's about all I'd want to do.

Anywho, I'm excited for a new year and can't wait to see what God does. I hear He gives legal adults more power. ;) Well, until something else thrilling happens, c-ya!