New Hair

I had my hair done. No more red. And it's shorter and my bangs are different. Ha, and it lead to a conversation that made my day.

Michael: Ana, I like your hair. It looks really good.
Ana: Thanks.
Michael: I noticed it from across the room. That's how good it is.
Ana: Thanks.
Cameron: I noticed it from the first day I met you. So it's really good and I'm a better friend than Michael.
Ana: True.

Ha, fun day.

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

Should I continue on with Mark or should leave quizzing behind me?

The latter seems more predominate as of late.

Ha, it's funny, the main reason that I used to want to quit has now actually become one of the more enjoyable aspects of quiz. Him and I had our differences and our stubborn opinions, but we've seemed to somewhat conquer those barriers and taken a higher road.

So why do I want to leave?

Simple. I just don't fit in. Trebonte continues to tell me "We like you." "You're one of us." But truth be told, no I'm not.

I still constantly feel out of place, mainly because of the situations and interactions I have with the people.

Like Thursday, I saw World Quiz as a more fun event, whereas some were taking the entire experience wwwaaayyy too seriously, and it ended with this:

Her: 'Rawr rawr rawr. I should have gotten that right. rawr rawr rawr.'
Me: 'You got it wrong. Just sit down.'
Her: 'No, I was right.'
Me: 'Appartently you were wrong.'
Her: 'I did better than you.'

Now, I don't care, because, as I said, it was just for fun, but her comment was uncalled for. It was just one of example of a lack of friendship that 2 years of quizzing has produced.

Another peeve, Regionals. I understand everyone will think I am being immature about it, seeing as the coach I talked to told me he didn't understand why I was upset, but I don't care, what happened was just rude.

When our team found out it would be able to attend Regionals, I was -the- first to show excitement to Evan about going. I pretty much convinced him, seeing as he told me he didn't think our team would win anything, so it wasn't worth going. But I convinced him we should go, because it would be a fun experience. I was -extremely- excited about going. I was truly looking forward to it. I told Evan I would be an official and do my part to help out. He said I could come too.

Ha, until other 'coaches' decided they wanted to tag along, after my initial excitement was announced. So what happened?

I get an email from the head coach telling me I was uninvited to Regionals. Yep.


"I appreciate your offer to go and help with Spokane/Regionals but I do have enough Officials and Anna's mom is attending as a female chaperon.....Sorry for the un-invitation to go."

Oh nice, at least he said sorry! Well, he shouldn't have picked 'coaches' who only want to go to 'hang out' over a quizzer who earned her way by practicing and placing at districts.

So another example of where I stand with all the TBQ peoples. I must be shorter than I thought, because I'm often overlooked.



Are those the only experiences that were negative for me? Ha, no.


Now, I know that to my fellow team mates, I'm spoiled, superficial, wasteful, and materialistic. They can't deny it, for they have said it to my face multiple times.

So, as a part of my spoiled, superficial, wasteful, and materialistic upbringing, a large importance was placed on birthdays, for it was a day to show one person how much you cared for them and how much you loved them. Presents were a big part, but bigger than that was just showing kindness towards that person and reminding them that they are special to you.

So, when I went to quiz a few days after my birthday, I expected maybe a card, or maybe just a hug or something. What did I get? I was constantly told I need to calmed down and focus, I was called a 'baby' by one of the coaches, followed by a falling out with that same coach. So my birthday with TBQ sucked.

Well, I figured 'Well, they just celebrate differently than my family does. It's just them.'

Until another group of girls had their sixteenth birthday party at regionals where they were greeted with a disco ball and a party with streamers and tasty treats, followed by many great memories that seem to love to talking about when I'm around. I'm not surprised though, seeing as who they are.

Ha, I know everyone is thinking. 'Wow, Ana is really childish and immature.'

I don't really care, and you telling me so isn't going to effect me in anyway. I am the way I am.

Thus the reason I don't mesh with TBQ.

Thus the end of my journey with them that only ended with bruises and tears. Oh well, I did have fun with some people. But the main person has also ended his year, so I don't have anything keeping me.

This is all dramatic teenage BS.

As Of Late

So, lately, things have been getting exciting.

Last week I took my COMPASS test with a 99 on reading and a 98 on Writing (Math we will -not- talk about) so I'm eligible for running start on that part, but I still have more work to do for it. I have to schedule a meeting with my counselor and get my credits all caught up.

Also, I picked up an application for Starbucks near my house. I'm really hoping for this opportunity and look forward to the experience and also the extra flow of cash.

And with that extra flow cash, what do will I spend it on? My own vehicle. Yes. I 'have' a car, but not really. I want a car that I will pay for myself, so it will be mine to use when -I- want to. Then, what car do I want? A 2003 Hyundai Tiburon. I've found one for sale now, but I can't afford it at all now. So, I'm hoping that by the new year I will be able to afford it. I'm excited and my mom gave her consent, and my sister thinks it's a good idea. Even Ryan is agreeing with it (But I think he just wants the chance to drive it himself!)

And a roadtrip is on the way. Yay!

This morning, while on our way to my school, my mom and I were talking about how she was supposed to give a co-worker a ride home from work (downtown Seattle) but forgot all about her until my mom arrived home to a phone call from the stranded co-worker.

So then my mom was saying how annoying people were being when she would tell them the story:

"People kept gasping. It's not like I killed a baby!"

I doubt people's reaction for forgetting a co-worker downtown would be equal to that of people who just heard you killed a baby. But it makes for a good story.

A New Laptop

The school finally agreed to give me a new computer, but only after my mother showed them who's boss.

For those who don't know, my school gave all 84 students in my class, new laptops as a pilot group. From the very beginning, mine was a piece of crap. It wouldn't connect to internet anywhere but the school, it froze up all the time, Word and Powerpoint would start, but it'd freeze right after. More importantly, Excel hardly ever worked, and that was what we used very often in my science class. Other than that, it would delete things randomly, it wouldn't allow me to add software to my computer, and sometimes it liked not to shut down.... ever. You had to wait 'til it died.

I would go to IT at our school, and they take my laptop and 'fix' it. I would get it back, sometimes an hour later, sometimes a few hours later. One time, they took it for a few days and I had to use a loaner. But it never was fixed. Sometimes it even got worse. I begged them to let me get a replacement, seeing as the majority of our homework and projects were using the computers, and I simply couldn't do them. They kept telling 'No, you were assigned this one. If you broke it, you have to deal with it.' I did not break that stupid thing.

Then, recently, I accidentally left my laptop charger in my science class in a rush to get to my social studies class for our important unit final. Mr. Fountain has a rule that if you're late, you don't take the test. But, I realized I had left it immediately, so I waited 'til the next break and went back to my science class. My charger was no where to be found. I asked my teacher if he saw it or if someone turned it in, he said no. So I waited until the students came back and asked if any of them were using it. According to them, no one had it.

So, some how, my charger magically disappeared.

So, I went to IT again to ask what the price of the charger would be. $80.

I don't think so.

So I asked if my insurance that I bought at the beginning of the year covered it.

'You have a $100 deductible.'

So, last Sunday, my mom and I made our way to Fry's after church. I asked the guy working there if they had any chargers that fit my laptop. He was like 'Oh sure, of course we do!'

They didn't. All of their's that were 'universal' were way too small. They did have a better price of $60 though. So my mom and I stopped by RadioShack by my house to see if we could find one. The guy told us right away that 'it'll be anywhere between 100 and 150 dollars.' Then he went on to try and convince us that we would find the best price with them, and that they're never any cheaper than that.

Now finally Monday came. I had english first, where we had projects due on 'Who Am I?' I had to use my house computer to do my project, seeing as my laptop never works.

I finished up on Sunday and emailed it in. I made sure that my video was published, and it even told me it was!

But, apparently my house computer is a liar. My project was turned in, but the video couldn't be opened.

Ms. Heins: 'Do you have it on your laptop to show me?'
Ana: 'No, I did it on my home computer.'
Ms. Heins: 'Did you put it on a disc or flash drive?'
Ana: 'No, I figured emailing it to you would be enough.
Ms. Heins: 'Then it's late.'
Ana: 'Can I just email it to you again once I get home? My brother is really good with computers, he would try and fix the problem.'
Ms. Heins: 'After school is late. Where does your brother work?'
Ana: '.....from home...."
Ms. Heins: 'Then he need to fix it now or it's late.'

So I called my mom to see if she could call my brother to go over to our house during his work day, fix my video, and then email it to my teacher or to myself. Well, my mom wasn't going for that. Ha. She just said to me 'I'm calling Ms. Heins.'

She did. My mom left Ms. Heins a message on her phone about how ridiculous it was that she wouldn't give me credit for a project that was turned in, but her computer couldn't view it. Also, she told her about how many times this has happened to me in the past and she was against these computers, because they're only harming my grades.

Then she called IT and told them to give me a new computer.... I'm not too sure what my mom said to them, but it made them give me a new one.... and a new charger!

But now Ms. Heins is angry with me, which doesn't really bother me, but she is my teacher, and I need to be on her good side.

Big Scare

Yesterday, my cousin and his wife had their first child together. I only found out about it today, so in my excitement i rushed onto MySpace to see if they had put any pictures up. To my disappointment, there were no pictures, but there was something a little alarming. My cousin, Brian, and his wife had mentions of 'Ry' on their pages with phrases such as 'You'll forever be missed.' or 'We'll never forget you.' Now, my cousin Brian has a brother, Ryan. (Yes, they're brothers named Brian and Ryan. My aunt Carla isn't too creative....) so my first thought was that Ryan died.

You maybe thinking 'How would you not hear about it?' Well, my parents told tell me anything. Whenever something goes wrong, my parents like to keep me in the dark. So, I figured maybe my mom just heard and wasn't telling me. but then I thought: 'Well, maybe Brian and Shyla (His wife) know someone else named Ryan."

So I went to my cousin Ryan's baby's mama's MySpace, to see if she had mentioned it. She did, but she didn't come right out and say it. She had initials up, which were R.T... Ryan's name is Ryan Teagan: RT.

So I called my mom up and asked her if she had heard anything and she said she hadn't. My mom then called up Brian who, after some confusion, assured my mom that our Ryan was safe, it was a different Ryan. I still haven't figured out what Ryan's ex was talking about, but oh well. My cousin isn't dead.


It turned out that Shyla's cousin, Ryan, who fixed my boyfriend's car when I drove it into a ditch, was driving and he accidently hit a elk. He died instantly. But, because he was driving, my mom is freaking out and I have now lost even more driving privledges. Exciting.




My Restrictions:
- Of the family cars, I am only allowed to drive the neon.
- The neon is only home by 7pm on weekdays.
- On Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, the neon leaves that 8ish.
- When I do have the car, I must be home by 8:30.
- I can only drive to Four Corners... about 1 mile away from my home...
- I must call home when I get to my destination and when I'm leaving it. then, if I go somewhere else, then I must call when I get there and when I leave.


I'm expecting more. :)