And, once again, it is done.

No more driver's ed.

I can now go get my learners permit.

I passed. I did it. I DID IT!!!!!!!!!


You don't know HOW happy I am. Really. Ahh, this is amazing. Thank you Lord, thank you so much. I want to say 'God Bless' but I don't think that really works with God. Hm, maybe he doesn't mind it....

Speaking of deep, philosophical [cough, cough] questions, remember how I said I thought I was going to LOVE Philosophy.  I'm not so sure about that anymore. Okay, I take that back. I love thinking through these things but I also hate not knowing the answer. Yes, I'm one of those people, who just have to know! It drives me nearly insane not to know the answer to things, like aether or not I'm going to pass driver's ed or not.

I realize, half the time, it's not that I'm afraid I won't do something it's just that I want to know and I want to know now. Get what I mean? I think that's one of my blemish [as my dad once said, "We all have our blemishes, from one to one hundred."]. I tend to be so noisy, impatient and such. Like, me being the bugger I am, I want to know when Christ is coming even though I know he has said, plain and clear, that no one will know. Not even nosy ol' me.

I'm sure God laughs every time I stick my nose in something because, most likely, it's going to be burnt, bit, ect.  You'd think I'd get it after a while but I--I don't. Smack, if you know me, if I start doing that. When I say I'm nosy, I mean it. Ask my friends and family. If you don't finish your sentence ether I try to finish it for you or I'll make you finish it. That's how insane I can get over it. It has literally made me twitch before. Yes, twitch. Don't ask. :P

Well, I got to get to bed. I have work in the morning [and no driver's ed.]!

Yours,
Lia

Drivers Ed...SURPRISE!

     Today I woke up, did school work, and became bored until we received the call that...I could start the driving part of Driver's Ed. Apparently someone failed to show up and guess who got to take their place? Me!

     Isn't that crazy enough?

     I'm nervous, let's establish that. Really, who wouldn't be? First time of driving with the Driver's Ed teacher, not sure how the day will go, wondering if you're going to kill everyone in the car... We begin in the parking lot with me driving. The girl I was with will only go by Courtney, for her sake, and she was in the back seat. She had been driving with Mr. S for a while already. He has me drive around the school parking lot a few times, I'm shaking and nervous, and not totally sure what I'm doing. I embarrasses myself about, I don't know, ten times before he has us switch.

     Now Courtney's driving, she takes us all the way into another part of the county. We switch at a gas station and then I'm driving again. Getting bored? Well, just wait. Suddenly my drivers ed teacher is on the phone...with the police. He's reporting someone tailgating us. I hadn't even noticed, which shows how much I was looking in the review mirror...

     I check my review mirror and, sure enough, there are two teenage boys laughing away in a pick-up truck behind us. I'm a nervous kid driving for the first time, in traffic, on an actual road, with people around me...how do you think I felt? I stay calm-ish, surprisingly enough and Mr. S continues to relay information to the lady/man on the other end of the phone. I look back into the review mirror a few times. They boys are laughing, recording something, I think, and just having a great time.

     Until the cop shows up.

     She pulls them over, we turn around, and then it's Courtney and I's turn to laugh. And, man, did we laugh. I was so relived to have those butt-holes off MY butt. [Ha. Ha.] It's gets better too. The boys are standing out there, in the cold, one with shorts on, and are looking a little--I don't know--embarrassed? I see one with Mr. S's phone and soon enough...one of their mother/grandmother/someone arrives, looking pretty upset. The cops talk to her, she talks to the boys and we begin to leave. Then, guess who pulls up.

      A state trooper. Just to make things better.

      Oh, and the cherry on top is--the one driving had just gotten his drivers license. You can't beat that...you really can't.

     I was so happy. Best Driver's Ed...yet.

    -Lia

It Is Finished/ I'm Not Paranoid [#1]

What is finished?
Why drivers ed of course.

Oh yes, I passed. I passed alright. With a 98! Two points from 100, possibly mended by small games played.

I think I might have gotten one of the highest in the class, which make me feel super smart. Just saying. Even though I know the test wasn't that hard and we studied it for, I dunno, a month.

But did I also tell you that I am a NaNoWriMo winner? Don't know what NaNoWriMo is? Lemme put a nice little link: NaNoWriMo

My friend Hannah and I stayed up to write till midnight so we could get our word count. Let's just say...we were very, very, clever. ;] But the only downfall, well, maybe not, is that every time I use a contraction now I notice. When I was writing I wouldn't [See, one right there!] use contractions because I wanted to up my word count. Now, every time I see them, I give a full seconds thought to them, sadly. Maybe this will help me not use contractions in my school papers but I have this bad feeling that the problem is going to be gone by then, right?

Today my mom and I were suppose to go 'camping' with my Aunt at a park about a hour away. But now we have the threat of snow. Didn't I tell you I hate bad timing? I still do. >.<

I DON'T WANT IT TO SNOOOOOOWWWW! WAHHHHH! WAHHHHH!

Okay, hissy fit is officially over. [But it's sure to be back inf five minutes, stay tuned.] It hasn't snowed yet but it is literally looming over us in big, nasty snow clouds. This makes me very sad that I live in a place that can get snow. That's why I'm going to move. Bye mom, I'm moving to Africa, toodles.[Of course being murdered and such is much better than snow...]

If you can't tell...I hate the cold. The cold chills you to the bone and there is no escape except sitting under five sleeping bags and what's the fun in that? The heat wins by miles because you can sit in a air conditioned house, or pool or sit on a block of ice. At least it doesn't go straight to your bones! [Okay, so sitting in a fire...not good idea but I mean when it's hot in temperature as in...well, whatever you get what I mean.]

Now, I want to introduce you to a new 'thing' I'm brining on here. It's called:

I'm Not Paranoid: How To Keep Yourself...Safe. 

Wondering what it's going to be about? Well, let me tell you this; I'm paranoid...but in a good way. You see I'm always keeping my eyes peeled, doing my little 'tricks' that you'll learn about later and I trust no stranger or some one I have just met.  [I'm totally spy material. xD]

Now, the I'm Not Paranoid clips are going to be tips on how to be 'safe' in public areas or at home alone, or at least what I have learned to do automatically. Here is the first one:

Public Bathrooms [I'm Not Paranoid #1] 
Public bathrooms. Known for how nasty they are, they show the disgusting underbelly to human beings and their hygiene. I'd rather hold it for a good hour than stop at a public bathroom to be mortified by the lack of cleanliness. That's how much I loath Public Bathrooms.
And you know what I hate even more? Freaky, dark public bathrooms that have flickering lights, things that make noises and doors that swing open and shut on bad hinges. I'm growing upset just thinking about it.
You know why I hate those bathrooms? Because it feels like someone is lurking in there...ready to grab me.
I've heard tons of stories about people being robbed, kidnapped or even murdered in bathrooms. [Freaking you out yet?] So bathrooms=bad in my mind. But I like to be prepared for whatever may lay ahead when I do enter one of those freaky, hellish places. This is what I do and you might want to do too:

• If you have a pocket book/shopping bag or any type of bag with some material in it hold it in such a way were you could use it as a weapon if need be. [I know I have to be freaking you out now.] Pocket books are great for holding money...and beating the crap out of people who are trying to steal your money. Haven't you ever seen those shows where the old lady beats up the young guy trying to rob her with her little, purple purse. Good idea right there. 
• Next, when you push the door open push it open wide so that you know no one is behind the door unless you know there is a hand-dyer inconveniently placed right behind the door like there has been. 
• Next, as soon as you step into the bathroom take it all in with one sweep of the room. [I don't always do my steps but this is one I never skip on. It's just...habit.] You need to know where the sinks are, toilets, couch, ect. Knowing the placements of things can help you more than you know! If you know where things like soap or sinks are you can use those in your defense too.
• Now, as you walk in try to count all the people in the bathroom by listening [No you sick-o, I don't mean in that way. lol] and looking. This can help you make sure you have other people in there if you need help in any sorts.
• Next, make sure as you walk , go into stalls, come out of stalls, ect stand in such a way that you can see everything around you. You don't want to be surprised!
• When you open the stall door once again make sure the door swings all the way. 
• Other tips: Ask a friend to go with you if a bathrooms really creepy. I do even when the bathroom isn't creepy because I hate bathrooms that much. Also make sure you enter the RIGHT bathroom. Just saying. I bet you knew that though, right? I'd hope so. 

That's all I got on that one. I hope you now know how to make sure you're safe in a bathroom. I don't always do everything on that list but it would be a good habit. I like being safe from freaky people...and freaky bathrooms.

This post shall come to end now! And sadly, I won't be going to the cabin in a awesome park with my awesome Aunt Jean and my awesome mother. Sadly I shall be staying home. Boo hoo.

Toodles,
LIA

Drivers Ed Makes My Stomach Upset

You know what sucks, beyond words? Bad timing. That's what.

Today I have my Drivers Ed exams, yesterday was the last non-test day. The kids that had no hours took their test yesterday but the kids who have hours, including me, take it today. I guess I should be happy that I didn't take mine yesterday. Anyway, it was a little after 4:30, I think, when I started feeling bad. We were watching some stupid video, which we do often, and suddenly I knew I had to get out and to a bathroom. There was a bathroom right down the hall but I didn't want to leave with out telling one of the teachers...but none were in there.

So, I left. I couldn't just stand there and puke. Mr. Sparks, my main teacher, was in the room across the hall with the other class who were taking the test. I bolted in but, of course, he was on the phone. I gestured, I can't even remember how, that I really needed to go to the bathroom, that I might puke...

He waves me on and, yes, I'm almost there! I'm walking down the hall and halfway there and.........it all comes out. I had reacted with out thinking and had thrown my hands over my mouth therefore my projected stomach contents were all over my hands and guess what...kids were coming out of the room were I was before. Blush.

Luckily it was this couple [I think] who are homeschooled [I think] and the girl stops and ask me if I'm okay. For a kid with  puke all over her I was feeling pretty good so I smile and nod. I had to be a strange sight. A little delirious I tell Mr. S that I had thrown up in the hallway before cleaning up.

I then sat the rest of the class time out in the hallway with a headache. One of the teachers, Mrs. C, came out and asked me if I was okay. She then fetched a soda and some crackers for me which I was grateful for because you want to know why I puked?

All I had eaten yesterday was a bowl of cereal and candy which isn't good. I didn't realize that until I got to the class. I also had drainage which always make me puke if it is really bad. So the two put together made it even worse. Therefore I puke in the middle of the hallway. I never saw anyone clean it up even though Mr. S called someone to come clean it.

That was my day. It was great, really. Emily and Abby made good grades so I'm sure I'll do okay at least. I hope I do well though! I don't want to go through drivers ed again! That would be terrible, unless God wants me too, which sounds...not right.

By the way, I started a post on me figuring out love but it's going to take a while. I mean, I'm trying to remember it all so it had a great impact. Well, if my words can have great impact. x]

So your prayers are welcomed! I want to pass my test! Hahaha!

It feel so strange not to have much school work to do. I'm reading Born Again [By Chuck Coloson] and some of the other text we've been assigned. I have to look  for some debate info, Science Research Paper topic and my I.E [Individual Event] topic which isn't hard for about a month of work time! This makes very, very happy...and I can write more blog post at the moment.

So, I'm going to end this with some pictures of my Aunt Julies place.

Sheeep!

Shhheeeppp! Bahhh!

                                      LUNA!                                                 I

No clue what this is.

School + Life = Insane?

Next week we have....


EXAMS.

Those dreaded things. Those things that make your stomach churn and mind spin. Or at least that's what they do to me. Sadly. So, I have an Econ. Exam, a Sci. Exam and my Shakespeare project is due. I shouldn't be scared should I? Oh, but I am because that is MY NATURE.

No matter what I freak myself out about E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. It's annoying to me yet I still do it. Lia hates Lia. Does anyone else do that though? Over-blow everything? What I usually do is freak out so bad that I try to be prepared but only drown myself in my preparedness therefore I mess up. Yeah, vicious circle.

Anyway, drivers ed is--okay. I swear if I see ONE more video about drunk driving I will personally sign my self up for rehab with out having a drop of alcohol once in my life. [Okay, once when my mom let me try wine. Ew.] I swear I will.

I'm sure they're trying to press the subject for good reason, in fact I know they are...but COME ON. Every single time so far we've talked about drug abuse, signs and how to kill yourself in a car. Sounds fun?

Plus side is that I get to see a lot of people I know and haven't seen in a while. Like Bethany and Matthew. So, yeah. And I've kind of made a new friend who's name is Emily. We talk and sit together. She's homeschooled, loves dance, loves art and is sweet! Plus--she's ANOTHER Emily!

Oh, I guess I should explain that. So my brother Aaron married an Emily about seven years ago. My brother Jordan married a Emily this past January. My brother Sam is dating a girl by the name of Esther---and her older sister is named Emily. And get this---all of them are Emily Ann's. Crazy, right?

Well, I got to go. Bible study!! [Well, hanging out with friends for me. Haha!]

Bye.
Lia

Well this Blogger has sucked at Blogging.

Hey there guys!
 I know, I know, I haven't posted in--days, weeks maybe even a month almost. So, I'm sorry. I've been terribly bad.

How will I make up this hideous crime? Well, I'm not so sure but I will show you some of my NaNoWriMo. Would you like that? I hope so. But before I bless you with some of my most ah-maze-innng writing [snort] I'll give you a fun little fact about me.

I tilt my head while writing on paper and on the computer. I seriously turn it all the way to the side. I don't know why but I just do. I have a friend who sticks her tongue in her cheek all the time. So I guess I'm not alone. So here's what I want you to do: comment one thing YOU do that's really strange. It can be something you do while you work or when you're daydreaming...it really doesn't matter. Just tell me!

Now to my NaNoWriMo.

Oh! Wait! Never mind. I also got some news for you guys!!! I STARTED DRIVERS ED! Whoot Whoot! I'm pretty dang excited. I mean, I'll be driving soon enough. Wow, I remember the days that I thought I had years to wait, you know? I guess life is flying by. Does that mean I have to actually, I don't know, mature now? Sigh. I hope I do. I'm trying to. Maybe I shouldn't force it. ANYway. Another comment opportunity: What something you miss about being younger?
Mine? Playing. All. The. Time.
I mean, I use to be able to play an Imaginary (as my friends and I use to call it.)  game any time I wanted too. It wasn't hard to do. I mean, I was a killer actor back then! [Hahaha] What happened? Sometimes it makes me wish I was still six, but instead I'm heading on to be sixteen. Life, where did you go?

So, NOW onto NaNoWriMo. Hum?

Okay, here's part of the first chapter. Enjoy.
 [Don't mind grammar, as usual.]

"She leaned back into the capsized belly of the stand. A small, gloomy sigh escaped her lips. She loved her job; it was all she knew but she was yearning for something new. Something other than the daily routine she had settled into or the simple missions she was assigned. No matter what Theo said she didn’t understand why she wasn’t in The Prophets house. After all, it was where she belonged. The House, the current house she lived in, was full of idiots who didn’t know a kick from a punch, a sword from a shield and a real assassin from a bumbling fool.

            Andorea was an assassin. One of the best. Theo saw that, she saw that, but she was still stuck in a house full of first-timers and idiots."

Yeah, that's all YOU get to read. Keep you on your toes. [Or it might be that I'm ashamed of how bad the rest of the writing is. Hahaha!]

So, love you guys! Keep on reading [IF anyone is...] and have fun!

LIA