Sleep in. I am not a morning person at all. There could be the most amazing breakfast in the world at the table and I'd probably still want to sleep in.

BPA competitions were today, and I am so mad. To qualify for state, we had to get second place or higher because we were a team.

We placed third. We were so close to state, and it's not like Ashley and I can just try again next year. We're graduating this year.

It makes me wish I'd done BPA last year or the year before.

But at least we placed third. I don't know how many groups we were competing against, so for all I know we could have come in last, but it was fun.

It's totally been snowing since about noon today!

Yay!!

I had a dream last night, and I can't remember what it was about. All I can remember is Bryce, Devin, and something about a shower.

That sounds so awkward, right?

I don't think it was that kind of dream, though. But it made me laugh.

Ashley and her boyfriend weren't at school today. Does that sound suspicious to you? It does to me...lol (trust me, if you knew them, you'd totally find that funny, too).

Anyways I am super pissed at Bryce right now.

He won't talk to me. He won't even look at me. He walks right up to my sister (who I am standing next to), talks to her for five minutes, and then walks away without even looking at me.

WTF?!?

I thought we were friends, but apparently I did something to piss him off, and now he won't talk to me.

The thing is, I don't remember doing anything that would make Bryce angry at me. We've been friends for a long time and we've never got into a fight.

The volleyball team won today! Tomorrow is the state finals. You know how amazing it would be for both the volleyball and football teams to win state this year? It would be pretty much awesome.

Our volleyball team made it to the finals, and there's a game tomorrow at 12:00. It's about two hours away from school, and every school in the finals has either a half-day or no school. Except us. We were told that if we got permission slips from our parents that we could go to the game and the absence would be counted as "school related."

I think this is stupid. So many people are just going to get their parents to make them a note so they don't have to go to school, and we're not doing anything in almost all of our classes anyways. So, people who are not going to the game and can't get their parents to write them a note (like me) have to go to school and stare at the walls or something.

Plus, if we do go to the game and don't have to ride, we have to pay ten bucks to ride a school bus all the way there. A school bus that was originally for the volleyball team, but the team's parents paid for a charter bus. The school has already paid for the school bus, but they choose to charge the students to ride it. I'm pretty pissed about this.

Another thing that pisses me off is my best friend and her boyfriend. Ashley and I have to paint a window together during our art class, which also happens to be during her boyfriend's lunch period. I really don't want to have to listen to them talk about their sex life. I honestly don't care, but it really makes me mad that they sit there, talk about it, act like I don't know what they're talking about, and then tell me I don't know just so I ask what they're talking about. And then Ashley doesn't do anything, so I get to draw this whole damn thing while she sits there and talks about her sex life and flirts with her boyfriend.

Ok, so I don't usually post this much in a week, I promise. But, you know, things happen and you just kind of have to share.

Ashley is really pissed at me. Like, really really pissed at me. Ashley told me that she and her boyfriend had sex. Dumb decision, in my opinion. Anyways, she thinks that I said something to James because she was being really bitchy and he said "hey, aren't you supposed to be in a good mood?" So now she won't look at me. If Ashley didn't want anyone to know about her and Ben, maybe she should've kept her mouth shut. Or just not done anything at all. Or, you know, not spent a week talking about it with Sam anywhere and everywhere she could. I will kill her if she tells Ben not to talk to me because she's pissed.

But, surprisingly enough, I'm pretty happy. She's super pissed at me, but I don't really care that much. Sure, I'm a little pissed about the whole thing, but I can't find the energy to get all worked up about this. She just needs to get over herself and realize that the world does not revolve around her and her shit.

Just to talk about something else, I cannot afford college. I am never going to be able to afford it. My parents aren't going to help me too much, so I'm pretty much stuck finding ways to get $18,000 to pay for college. I don't even need college that much, but I figure it would be a good idea to go, since it's easier to get a job with a college degree.

One good thing happened today: I got the first season of Grey's Anatomy from the library! Yay! I started watching around season 4-ish, and got totally addicted. Now, I am off to watch an episode or two. Yay!!

Ben is most definitely not helping the situation with Ashley at all. He told her that I was one of his best friends. Usually, Ashley wouldn't care, but now that she thinks he and I have a thing, she's kind of pissed at me. I haven't done anything, and I never ever will. I am not attracted to Ben at all. He's a good friend, but he's just not all that attractive. I've told Ashley this, but she really doesn't believe me.

I swear, if I ever get this possessive of a guy, I'll need someone to tell me to break up with him. It's crazy.

Ashley is starting to think that there's something going on between me and her boyfriend. When Ben told me that, we laughed because we both know that something like that would never happen. Ashley is my best friend and I would never do something like that. It really makes me mad that she would even think either one of us would consider it. Ben and I are really good friends, and that is all we will ever be.

I most definetly hold grudges. Heck, I'm still pissed at my best friend because she ignores me when her boyfriend is around, but I won't tell her that. She'll deny it completely, and then I'll get really pissed and stop talking to her. I think she's been dating him for a little over 6-ish months? I've been pissed for pretty much that whole time. Which probably isn't a good thing.

I just found out that I have a 22% in my Personal Management class. That class happens to be the one class that I have to pass. If I don't pass it, I don't graduate. If my parents find out, I'm dead. The only reason my grade is so bad is because the school requires us to do these papers about how we have teamwork skills and shit like that. They want examples showing how you applied what ever skill it is to your job and your extracurricular activities.

The problem I have is that I don't have a job and I don't do any extracurricular activities because I can't drive and my parents don't have time to drag me all over the place.

So, pretty sure I'm pissed.

I don't think I could be friends with someone who hates me because I'm a christian or because I don't agree with things like abortion and gay marriage, but I used to have a friend who disagreed with just about everything I believe in. We were still friends because she respected my opinions and I respected hers. But then she moved to a different state. I miss her.

My motivation level is about zero right now. I officially hate my college writing class. I have 2 papers to write by tomorrow, and I really don't feel like writing them. I'll just do them at lunch tomorrow or something. My friends totally warned not to take that class, but I took it anyways. I really wish I hadn't, now.

I can't wait to graduate in May. It seems like soooo long until then.

Ashley knows me way to well. I was talking to her today about this guy. I happen to have a huge crush on this guy, but I won't admit it to her because I don't really want her to tell anyone.

Pretty sure she's guessed it, though. She was asking me about it during Personal Management, and didn't believe me at all when I told her that I didn't like this guy. She says I smile whenever I talk about him.

Which is totally true.

But she doesn't need to know. Not yet, anyways.

Flight attendant! I don't know if I'll actually ever get the job, but it's definatly what I want to do.

I am super pissed. Today was the first day of school, and I officially hate accounting. I don't know why I'm in that class, because I purposely didn't sign up for that class because I don't like the teacher and I didn't want to take a math class. I signed up for World History, but do I have that class? Nope. I'm in accounting, and I already hate it. I'm sick of being told that it's important to most careers. But I don't need to learn accounting to be a flight attendant, do I?

Also, I have a hundred word essay to write, type, and turn in tomarrow for college writing. Which is what I should be doing right now. But, I'm having a hard time coming up with one hundred words on why my name is Marie Elizabeth. My parents just liked the name, just like I will name my first daughter Tabitha Lynn because I just like the name.

But, to be positive, only sixteen days until the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy! Yay!!!!

School starts on September 8.

I am not looking forward to it one bit.

Everyone told me when I was a freshman that school goes by quickly. At that point in time, I thought that was a load of crap and that four years seemed like forever.

Now, going into my senior year, I realize that was totally true. I am not ready to graduate. I like the idea of being done with school, but I have no plans.

At all.

There are a few jobs that sound like fun. Like a flight attendant. But I have no real plans on how to get there, or even if I would be good at the job. Do you have to be good at something to be a flight attendant? What do flight attendants actually do, anyways? Other than give that safety speech at the beginning of every flight?

A few of my friends know exactly what they're going to do. I am totally jealous of those people. I really wish I was like that. Or like one of my other friends, who really doesn't know what he's going to do, but he's just one of those people that you know is going to be amazing at whatever he decides to do. Sadly, I'm not like that.

But I'll figure something out. I kind of have to, right?

I think it’s pretty much official. My parents are adopting.

Again.

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The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor...Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water..The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it...Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water.

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof...Hence the saying, It's raining cats and dogs.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt...Hence the saying, Dirt poor.

The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway...Hence the saying a thresh hold.

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while...Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a ...dead ringer.

And that's the truth. Now, whoever said history was boring ! ! !

My mom emailed this to me, and I thought it was interesting. The part about the yearly bath really grossed me out, since the women and children would be bathing in dirty water. How clean can you get when you bathe like that?