California!

As some of you might be aware, the KHS music department usually takes a trip every year to California to do some kind of competition, performance, and/or workshop... and of course, to play for like 3 days. This year was the last chance I had to go with X-Press, and I took full advantage of it. (:

Day One: We left after school on Wednesday the 3rd and headed to Vegas to see "The Lion King" performed at THEhotel. Let me just say... that play was amazing and a half. The costume design and choreography absolutely baffled me. Everything about it (except for young Simba's voice... that bothered me. It was extremely nasal for some reason, and you could tell it was on purpose.) just blew me away. And I have to confess... I was absolutely bawling when Mufasa died. It was really sad, okay?!

I know you can't see our faces, but I was goin more for the sign.

After the play, we loaded up on our chartered bus (most of us changed into pajamas of some sort), got a bite to eat at the In-N-Out in Las Vegas, then we were off to California!

Day Two: We arrived at our hotel in Anaheim at like 4:00 in the morning... that was fun. /: We all pretty much crashed immediately, only to wake up at 8 to be at the gates of Disneyland at 9:30. Hurray!


My roommates--Jamie, Chanelle, and Chelsea--and I waiting for Disneyland to open! I'm really not sure why I'm making that face... but I apologize.

I finally found my Knight in Shining Armor!

We loved the Teacups!

The four of us just played around all morning in Disneyland, running around from one attraction to the next. See, Chanelle has never been to Disneyland before--shoot, she's never even been to California before--so we felt it necessary to get all kinds of fun things in, even though we were fairly sleep deprived.

Later in the day, everyone in X-Press met at the gates of Toon Town so we could go to our workshop. Of course, me and my friends got there early so we could play and take some pictures. (:

Aww... what a guy!

Didn't take us very long, did it?

Once we all got together, we headed to the "back stage" of Disneyland. You might remember me telling you about the California trip as a sophomore when we recorded in one of their studios. Well we did that again this year! What it was, we all went into a recording studio, they gave us music, and we learned 2 Disney songs ("Steady As The Beating Drum" from Pocahontas and "The Circle of Life" from The Lion King) and recorded us singing, and put the track over the movie. So we got a copy of the DVD that has the clips of those two movies with our voices singing. It's pretty neat, actually.

The rest of the day was left up to us to do whatever we wanted, as long as we were back at the hotel by 9. (Since it was Thursday, Disneyland closed at like 10.) We went to the regular rides, such as Small World, Splash Mountain, Thunder Mountain, Indiana Jones, etc. My favorite part about these rides were probably the pictures that they take during it. Most of the time, the four of us would say "Okay, what faces are we gonna make for this one?" But a couple of times, we'd either say "Just make the scarediest faces you can" or they would just come.

Somehow, I got roped into being in the very front of the ride. I was not happy about my wetness. Hence the unhappy face. ha

This was taken mere moments before I lost my footing, fell backwards, and whacked my head on a decorative rock that left a lump right behind my left ear. Ow.


We had fun entertaining ourselves in line for Indiana Jones. At one point, we were trying to take some weird picture with some of the scenery, and Chelsea turned to the family behind us and said "We're so sorry. You can go ahead of us if you want. We're just being ridiculous." Then the lady said "No, that's okay! You girls are pretty entertaining!"

Somewhere along the way, two of the boys with our school group joined up with our little group, making it from four to six. But then, when we were heading for California Adventure, Chelsea, Chanelle, and I were running. Then Chanelle veered into some novelty store to get something for Kelin, and Chelsea and I lost her. We turned back to find her, eventually did, but we'd lost the other half of our group. We thought about getting back up with them, but decided that we might as well just make it easier to keep up with everyone and have it be just the three of us.

After a couple more hours, we decided to be done with Disneyland for the day. So Chelsea, Chanelle and I went back to the hotel, changed out of our still-wet clothes and into our sweats, then went next door to IHOP. We were all still absolutely delerious from lack of sleep, so everything was hilarious. We ordered our food, and enjoyed every bite of it. Our waitress was a really nice girl that just made everything that much better, so we left her a nice note saying where we were from and that we really appreciated her "cheerful demeanor." After IHOP, we went back to the hotel, changed into our swimsuits, then went down to the pool area and just hung out in the hot tub. We didn't have to be back in our rooms until 11, but by the time Mrs. Terry came around to make sure everyone was there and to put tape on our doors, all of us were pretty much asleep. When she knocked, we all called "not it" to determine who'd have to get out of bed to answer the door.

Day Three: This time, we had to be ready to be on the bus by 8:45 and dressed in our formals. The bus took X-Press to an auditorium-type-thing about a mile and a half away from our hotel, where we went in and warmed up for like 20 minutes. Then we went out on a stage and performed three of our songs ("Neighbors Chorus", "Gloria Hodie", and "I'm Gonna Rise") in front of national-level judges. When we were done with those, we went back to our warm-up room and worked on our madrigals. Then we went back again and sang "Let go, why do you stay me?" and "When Allen-a-dale went a-hunting"... not my favorite songs. But oh well, I still try my best on them. Anyways, the point of all this wasn't a competition, but it was more of a rating system to see kind of how we rank nationally. We ended up getting a Silver rating (top 20%) in both Chamber Choir and Madrigals, so that wasn't too bad. My only problem with the whole thing was that I was exhausted. After we sang, there was some middle school jazz band that had to perform, so we had to wait like 45 minutes for the awards, then we could leave. I wish I had a picture of us all waiting, though. When the jazz band wasn't playing, every single one of the altos were curled up in some position in the seats trying to sleep. Fortunately, I always wear my SUU sweats underneath my formal dress, so I was all kinds of comfy.

Eventually, we got back on the bus and headed back to the hotel so we could change before going back to Disneyland. Except this time, we decided to go to California Adventure!

There wasn't a J, so I had to settle with the "A" for my last name. (:



Oh we're goin places.

Like I said, Chanelle had never been to any of these places before, so of COURSE we had to take her to the Hollywood Tower of Terror! That one is definitely my favorite ride at California Adventure. We got Fast Passes for it, then waited in the regular line and rode it the first time. Then we came back like 15 minutes later to use our Passes to ride it a second time. Then later in the day, some lady gave us 7 Fast Passes that she didn't want to use, so we gave away the 3 extras and rode it a third time.

This was supposed to show how "scurred" we were... but this is actually genuinely frightening picture. Chelsea looks like an alien.


We weren't too scared after all. (:

Ironically, the Tower of Terror was actually not what scared us the most. It was Mickey's Fun Wheel that killed us almost. That's the big ol' Ferris wheel that has the sliding cars, if you have any idea what I'm talking about. The line for it was fun, though. We got behind these 4 guys that were about as funny as it gets, so we were all line buddies. But once we got on the ride, and Chelsea's deep fear of Ferris wheels kicked in... that's when it got a lot less fun.

This is obviously a staged picture, but we were actually scared once it started going. Like, to the point where we all ended up sitting on the floor of the thing and we were all holding hands.

Later in the day, we decided that we wanted to go back to Disneyland after all. Once again, our friend Ian joined up with us, so we had 5 people in our group. We did Splash Mountain again (why?!), and got possibly one of the greatest pictures ever. It's almost a close tie with the Splash Mountain picture of sophomore year.

This was sophomore year. Common denominators: me and Ian.

Yikes.

Double yikes.


Chelsea really, really didn't want to get soaked. So what did she do? She stuck her souvenirs inside her big purse and used the plastic Disneyland bag as a poncho. Genius.

After that, we went on the Haunted Mansion, Space Mountin, and various other rides. Finally though, we were just worn out again. We didn't stay for all of the fireworks, so we got out before the mad rush of people swarming the EXIT gates. The girls and I swung by McDonald's and got some dinner to go, then we sat in our room and ate while watching "Friends" before passing out for the night.

I couldn't not take a picture. It was perty. (:

Day Four: We had to wake up early enough to get ready and pack, because we were finally leaving Anaheim. For the first day of the trip, we didn't have any kind of music-related activities to do... it was just a fun day to play at Six Flags Magic Mountain! Unfortunately... it was like 40 degrees, and it was supposed to rain. All day. So what did it do? It rained. All day. Actually it was more sprinkling and it was off and on, but still! Chelsea, Chanelle, Jamie, and I were among the first like 20 people of the day to ride X2, and our faces were being pelted by 50-60 mph rain the whole time... not that awesome. The same kind of thing happened with The Goliath, but we worked out a system:

Cute, I know. At first, all of us were being really bitter and complainy about the situation, and we were actually keeping in touch with Mrs. Terry to see if we could possibly leave the park earlier than planned so we could get home sooner. (We weren't going to leave until the park closed at 6.) But as we were sitting at a food court eating genuinely awful $12 lunches, I looked at Chelsea, Chanelle, and Jamie and said "Why are we being all pissy? We're here. We paid a lot of money to ride these rides and have fun, not eat gross food and whine. So as of right now: we are happy and we are having fun." And it actually worked. For the rest of the day, we just dealt with the rain and had fun despite it. We even found out a plus side of being forced to stay at Six Flags from open to close: that anyone else who lived nearby decided that today wouldn't be a good day to go play... so the park wasn't too busy. We actually got to stay on the Goliath like 3 times in a row. We also had fun on Tatsu... ha.

This ride is done while you're hanging from the rail. So after the ride is over, and you're waiting for the nice Six Flags employees to let you down, you're kind of just suspended in the air. That's why my face looks so red. Oh well.

Anyways, we spent the rest of the day just playing. Like I said, there were barely any lines for the rides. The longest one we waited in was for the Terminator: Salvation, which was ironic for two reasons. 1) We didn't even want to go on it. We were just killin time before we could get on the warm bus, and 2) It's a brand-new ride, and we didn't even know that. But it actually ended up being really cool. The whole pre-ride thing was way intense.

FINALLY, we got to get on the bus. Our self-discovered good moods had begun to wear, and we were ready to go home. All of us were wet and cold and ready to change into our comfies and snuggle with some blankets. We drove until Barstow, then we stopped for food, then headed the rest of the way home after that. We got to Kanab at about 5:00 am, and I still had the half hour drive home... it was unreal. As in, I was still delusional, and the huge amounts of fog combined with the icy slush covering the road made it feel like a whole new demension as I drove home. In the end, I finally got in my own bed at the exact same time that I usually am getting up for school.

In the end, this California trip was, without a doubt, my favorite one ever. Between having my best friend with me, spending time in good weather (for the most part), and a complete lack of high school drama (don't judge.), it was freaking sweet. I guess the third time's the charm, right?

I love us. (:

Silly us...

We love Winter hot tubbin'. (:

I wish...

Soo I'm gonna be going to college in about 6 months or so, in a place where summer is cold and windy, and winter is... well let's just not even discuss that. Anyways, it struck me today that all of my clothes are either summer clothes or mild-weather clothes, with which I just wear a light jacket when it's cold. Then I realized that a big portion of my clothes are actually clothes that I bought in middle school or my earlier years of high school. My point is: I decided today that I wish I could go on a massive shopping spree for college. There are so many things I'm going to need for when I move, plus I just think it's time to get a new wardrobe. I know this sounds selfish and spoiled... but oh well. Soon, it's these daydreams that will keep me goin. I want/need: LOTS more jeans; boots; button-up shirts; a new bathing suit; skirts and dresses (cute ones... not the professional-type ones I bought for Girls State last summer); hats!; cute shirts; coats and jackets; shorts (it won't be cold all the time); and whatever else I can possibly find on sale.

Ugh... I need to be friends with a filthy rich person that is absolutely swept away by my wit, charm, and class and feels the need to buy my friendship. That'd be fine with me.

The Burritoes Have Gone

Chelsea, Chanelle, Carley, and me just bein our Regulatin' selves.

Last night was our very last home basketball game of the year, and therefore... my last home basketball game of my high school career. It was also the last time I will sing "The Star-Spangled Banner" with X-Press at a Kanab High School sports event. (As far as I'm aware. We don't sing at baseball games, do we?) Sad deal. Well, the game was a boys game against Millard (ohhh the irony...), and it was absolutely incredible. For one thing, I borrowed my friend's saxophone when the pep band started playing "Burritoes To Go" (literally my favorite song ever) and I got to play the solo part for the last time. I cried. I miss pep band sooo much, and I really miss that song. Anyways, I also had a ton of fun in the Rowdy Crowd. I was pretty irate at first, because there was absolutely NO room on the first two rows, due to 3 random girls from Fredonia that decided to invade our black-out Rowdy Crowd with their blue sweaters. I was sorely tempted to shove them off and say "Guess what, this is my senior night, make room for me." But I didn't, because I do have a heart. Fortunately though, a freshman that i'm on StudCo with took the initiative to grab some other underclassmen and move to a different row to let me stand there. Thanks, Jessika. Way to be considerate. (:

Now as for the game. At first, I thought it was going to be a close one... but I was badly mistaken. We took the lead, and never let the Eagles even get close enough to smell it. Somewhere in the middle of the game, Rendon texted me and asked me to tell him how the game went. So I took this picture and sent it to him saying "I'm not rubbing it in. I'm just sayin..."

After the game was also pretty emotional. Usually for senior night, the seniors go out on the floor before the game, where they are presented with their gifts (usually a cake with their name & jersey number, some flowers for their moms, a blanket with their name and jersey number embroidered on it, and some kind of a poster/picture thing with an action shot of them.), then the game happens. But for some reason, it was different this year. After the game, that's when all of the seniors went out on the floor. Then Mr. Luce (the head coach) went on to "bear his testimony", as he put it. He began talking about how his very first year of teaching at KHS was when we were freshmen, and he actually catches himself saying things like "Remember when we were sophomores..." as if he was one of us. And in reality, he kind of is. Anyways, he was just bawling the whole time, along with all of the seniors (on and off the basketball team). Chanelle and I went up to Rhees afterwards and gave him a hug, but we could tell he was extemely sad. Basketball is Rhees's specialty (even though he's a champion at like every sport there is), so he was pretty justified in his tears. Chanelle and I with Rhees after the game. Poor guy... we kind of forced him to look happy for the picture. haha

After everyone kind of dispersed, Chanelle and I went to her house to go wash our faces and get ready for our Girls Night at Chelsea's house. See, all of us ("us" being me, Carley, Chelsea, Chanelle, and Brianna) have been having a rough time in our own ways lately, mostly in the boy area of our lives. Particularly me and Chanelle, whose boyfriend just went into the MTC this past Wednesday. This being so, we all felt a requirement for a Girls Night. We got to Chelsea's, changed into our jammies, and then realized we had none treats! Soooo we all piled into Chanelle's car at like 11:30 at night and went to Stage Stop in our pajamas to purchase some tasty things. When we came back, we created a giant bed, then proceeded to watch multiple episodes of "Project Runway", "Who's Line Is It Anyway?", and "The Office."

Chanelle, Chelsea, Carley, and Brianna in the process of devouring Rolos, Rips, Chicken In A Biscuit and Squeez Cheez, Coca-Cola, and Mountain Dew Code Red.

We ended up staying up until like 3 am watching these shows... then I got to get up at 6:45 to shower and get ready for work. /: Hurray for work and making money! Anyways, my point is that although there were a lot of tears and emotions involved with this day, it was still a pretty great one.

Chemistry Adventures!

We all know I struggle somethin fierce when it comes to keeping my chemistry grade up. I don’t really understand about 75% of the material, and I am awful at testing. But I’m not going to lie to you and say that I absolutely hate Chemistry, because I don’t. I might have a severe, passionate dislike for the actual science, but as for the class… well we have some good times in there. I don’t know if it’s the combination of certain people we have in there, or if it’s my teachers personality (easygoing, but not a pushover), but something about that class makes the atmosphere fun, if not the work. We have fun conversations and good times on our everlasting journey to draw the perfect star. (We can all thank John for that one.) I’m now going to share with you some of my favorite 5th Period Chemistry moments. I know a lot of them are “You had to be there” moments, but just go with it for now.

The class is learning about how, when writing down chemical compounds, the cations go before the anions. There is a slide on the projector screen that explains this, and the class is reading it silently.

Holland: Mrs. Titus, what does “per-say-dees” mean?
Mrs. Titus: What?
Holland: Right there on the third line, right before the words “the anion”, it says “per-say-dees.”
*awkward silence*
Mrs. Titus: Holland, I believe that says “precedes.”

The class is suggesting to Mrs. Titus that we conduct an experiment involving pure sodium and water. (Extremely reactive… if you didn’t know.) Obviously, she’s not having any of it.

Cody: Come on, we’d have an awesome explosion. We could even name it.
Mrs. Titus: Ha yeah, we could name it Big Bertha.
Chase: Hey, John’s grandma is named Bertha.
John: What the… Chase, my grandmother’s name is Barbara.

The class is discussing Mrs. Titus’s 9-year-old son who is destined to become a genius, seeing as how his father is a paleontologist and his mother and his father’s parents are all chemists.

John: Mrs. Titus, you just need him to get into some sports. Get him into football.
Mrs. Titus: Yeah we tried that, but he’s got asthma, so he’s not so sure he likes it.
Chase: Well John has asthma, but he plays football and basketball!
Mrs. Titus [to John]: Really? You do? Maybe--
John: No. I don’t have asthma. Chase apparently likes to make up stories about me for some reason.

The class is learning about converting elements in grams to moles (or something like that) with an example from the book about tricycles. I.E., the composition of a trike would be FSP2HW3 (Frame, Seat, 2 pedals, Handles, and 3 Wheels). The question is “How many wheels would be needed to make 219 tricycles?”

Mrs. Titus: So you’ve got your pedals, and you times them by three pedals over one tricycle, and then divide and cross cancel blah blah blah etcetera etcetera. (Obviously, I didn’t really follow this part.)
Me and Cody: Well… why don’t we just multiply three wheels by 219 tricycles? Wouldn’t that be much simpler than a big long equation?
Mrs. Titus: Well you guys, this is pretty straightforward.
Class: Baffled silence, and then... laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh Good one, Mrs. Titus. Good one.

The class is in the lab. We are working with copper chloride, which is extremely dangerous to have in contact with your skin.

Mrs. Titus: Hey you guys, make sure you do not get any of this copper chloride on your hands okay? If you do, make sure you run straight to the rinser in the corner.
John (who had been slightly distracted): Wait, what aren't we supposed to get on our hands?
Mrs. Titus: Yeah, don’t get it on your hands.
Entire class: ………………….?

We have fun in Chemistry.

Funny business.

Yesterday, we had voting for Student Choices. I voted for myself for Senior Girl Class Clown. Why? Because in all reality, no one else can crack me up like I can.

See? Even this post is funny to me. Ha.

Oh joy.

I can't recall being this massively, overly, outrageously stressed in a long, long time. Between Sterling Scholar, X-Press (Solo & Ensemble, plus trying to pay off all the money I owe), Chemistry, writing for the newspaper (county and school), getting ready to go to college, working on Scholarships, writing millions of essays for said scholarships, trying to not become a hermit by staying involved with SOME school activities (not all), being completely broke, all while attempting to patch up a relationship or two, I feel like I might actually collapse at any moment. This is getting ridiculous, folks. Just plain ridiculous.