PunchBuggie Too

Mood: gooey
Listening to: Walking on Mars - The Sessions

 

Last night Amber called me, and there have been so many a time when she's invited me over, and i would decline cause my day would be packed. so last night, she called around 7 oclock, and i'm thinking oh aaaamber dont make me say no again. so, i defeated the no factor, and said sure ill be over in a half hour. And so I did. I stayed for about 2.5 hours, playing Apples to Apples with her, her mom and her dad. great people, i really like em, especially her Mom. and obviously amber too, since i've known her for what...eight years? that seems about right. anyway, we were playing Apples To Apples, which is cool cause last time i played that was with all my cousins two christmases ago, and there was like 10 of us, and thats just the ones from my moms side. Then here mom brought out this word game, Boggle, which most of the western world has probably heard of, except for me, and it was cool, except that the first round i made up most of the word. Like Byt. and um, Mincs. i tried, ok!

now i am eating pieces of apples with chococolatey goo, called Nutella. My sister, God love her, gave me and my mom two giant Nutella jars, they're like a litre each, its insane. so im putting them to good use. but the apples are kinda soft and mushy, and im guessing they're supposed to be like that, maybe they're spartans or maccintosh or something, but i like really hard apples, that are sweet. i had a granny smith yesterday and it was very very sour. yet tastey. i can handle some sour, but not usually. i like sweet, crunchy, and spicey. but spicey isnt usually an option when it comes to apples.

Natalie Grant - Held  

Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.

Who told us we’d be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We’re asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It’s unfair.


This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.

This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred NUMB our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.


If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

 

Song in my head: Black Boots - The Sessions

Listening to: Sunday Morning - K-os

As far as I can tell, winter in Victoria is back to it's normal look. Foggy, raining, cloudy and cold. The snow be gone! And even though I didn't do much sledding I'm pretty grateful. The huge ice patches surrounding the school were getting pretty annoying when we had to walk, or I guess slide across them every 5 minutes during breaks. Plus, no more getting wacked with iceballs! Hurray!

Then of course Mr.Morrison had to go and darken my mood by telling us theres a blizzard prediction for Sunday.

Mood: rockin' out
Listening to: Hate this Love Stuff - Hokus Pokus ( Eric's Music)

Weeeeeeellsie weeeeeeeeelsie. Long time to see, my dear blogigo friend. It truly has been forever. You and I used to be rather close, and then I just simply forgot aaaaaall about you. Well blogs seem to have become a new part of my brain network all over again now, so might as well continue with an old one instead of a brand new one that would feel awkward. even though like...nobody i know uses blogigo, as far is I know. too bad.

So the world so far for sasha?
Daaaaaancing. Muuuuuuusicing (my word, dont use it), Yooooooouth Grooooooouping. Schooooooling. Baaaaaabysitting, which happens to be what I'm doing right now. You know what the freaky thing about apartment buildings is, is when the next door neighbor takes their keys out, I jump, or think somebody's trying to come in, since im totally unaccostumed to app. buildings. and as far as i know, eric and allison wont be homefor another hour and half.
Well this gig is pretty much the simplest thing I do all week. Anna is asleep everytime I get here, and my and Abigail hang out for a half hour before shes sleepy enough to go right to bed, and the rest of the time is mine to chill - usually its movies that i rent or borrow from Joanne, but tonight its rediscovering the dear friend we call the Weblog. Even though I did bring Moulin Rouge, which i havent seen and really do truely want to watch.

Dance: Four days a week, 1.5hr -3hr a day, somedays with major sore feet and blisters, other days so out of breath and filled up with water i might explode, and others with such a sore back it kills to even lie down. Yeup. That's what I make my mother spend $330 a month on. And yet I love it to bit and pieces.
The Annual Cecchetti Dance Celebration Auditions were on Oct 22, and Heather, Jessica, the twins Clarisse and Kathleen, and myself, plus Amy who is in the level ahead of us, auditioned and received acceptance letters. I better mail back that second form soon ooooor eeeeelse. Anyway, once Feb 4 rolls around, we're back to Vancouver for the actual dance competition, were we are judged in a master class by Evelyn Hart (yeup, the rookie principal dancer from the Royal Winnipeg Ballet), as well as a set choreographed solo that we learned on Oct 22, and will relearn again. Exciting stuff, eh?
The grade 5 cecchetti ballet exam also is rolling right around, December 5th im puuuuuurdy sure. Not too nervous, but since I do not come to the Tuesday class, I'm not as totally prepared as everyone else. I dont attend that class becaaause...

Fiddle! : The best day of the week. It falls on Tuesday nights, the presise time that the rest of my dance ppls are in the studio. I choose fiddle, i mean seriously, im doing 9 hours of dancing a week or something, and only ONE single hour of the best thing the best thing ever. Taught by the magnifico Calvin Cairns at the conservatory of music in downtown victoria, we plaaaaaay till we run out of time. like we should. but its freakin amazing. we learn new stuff everyweek, and right now Calvin is in one of his many musical moods,this time around being gypsy romanian coolness. a couple weeks ago it was cape breton jigs and stuff, which are great, but i wasn't in the loop with that one since a number of the people ingroup went to cape breton for a while in the summer to learn all the tunes, so i was faking most of those ones, and learning as fast as i could. stressful stuff, especially since they sound sooooooo cool! grrr!
Our closest performance date at the moment is december 3, at the armoury on...somestreet, everyone knows where it is, for the Mustard Seed's christmas dinner for ppl in need. it doesnt just apply to the men and women unfortunatly living on our dust streets, but thoes that havent been affording good food lately, and its amazing how many people show up too, at least 1500, probably more. We perform out set of tunes for a while on the upper balcony, and its loads of fun to see so many people enjoying what we like, looove playing anyway. totally the best gig to line up ever. all of you who are reading this and heard about volunteering at the dinner, GO. I'll see you there and be muchly happy.

 Youth Group: YAY Also on tuesdays, making tuesdays triple good ( my block rotation on tuesdays at school is a good one). Unfortunatly I show up an hour and half into the whole thing, only coming for the last half hour, cause of fiddle, but thats what it takes I guess. I still love it though. Joanne, you're the best leader ever. as well as mike and aaron and leah and aaaall them, but seriously, you people out in the world have no idea what you're missing if you dont know Joanne and what she can bring to us insecure, immature and sensational teenagers, and in the case of youthgroup, about the bible and God and Jesus and what lifes all about for Christians. Fantabuloso. Last night's passage was 1 Corinthians 13, talking all about looooooooove. good love, and how it's givin to everyone. i wish i was better at describing these lessons, cause they really are great, but thats my downfall, i cant really explain what i learn, even though i know what i have learned....make anysence? probably not. sorry..heheh...he....gurgle.
Well along with all thaaaaaaaat is the people great amazing people. Jasmine, Thad, NATHAN(wholy crap kid your pretty awesome), Jaedon, uuuuummm.....lotsa people!!!!!!! and Jazzy is soo good at bringing friends with her, I dont know how she does it. honestly, if i did that my friends would be weirded out so much. i see it as them coming to this and being like what is all this Jesus and God stuff and since when was it so important and wooow i dont know anything. to me, if i brought anyone, then i'd want them to be just completely introduced to the christian faith, and told about the gospel and the salvation through Christ, but not pressured into making up their minds about anything, cause i mean comon, they've only just learnt the whole concept and cant be expected to jump in right away.
YAAA. I Beginnings to Christianity, or God, or whatever it may be, brought to you by western's youth and leaders, for the non-beliving friends of the youth at western. for the benefit of them, and the benefit of less awkward ness with people like Sasha. please and thank you?

School? I seriously dont think i want to talk about school after all the great stuff i talked about for the past...long time. I have awesome friends, but my best girl RIchelle is in mexico/disneyland for two weeks, so things are a bit quiet and distant. she merges two groups together to become one happy family. im "apart" of thoes two groupings of equally great people, but im not a merger like richelle...and she doesnt even know it. or maybe she does. who knows. letsjust say im counting down the days til she comes back.

  I feel like i should end off with some kind of quote...but i cant think of anything. nuttin. all i can tell you is that i actually dont think dancing in the rain is as enjoyable as people make it out to sound. honestly - its like the worst time that i would want to pick to dance, and i dance 4 days a week in a big ol' studio with a cranky lady who knows the works of the entire world, apperently.

 love to all who listened to me, you crazy people,
Sasha

btw...im eating goldish...if anyone wants to know why goldish is in the subject line

Mood: moods mean nothing when you're a bageal
Listening to: The Killers - All These Things That I've Done..again;P

Weeeellll it's been the LONGEST time since I've blogged, probably a week at least right? You probably want to know what my excuse is, right? Well, I have none. So there. I DIDN'TWANT TO. Haha, i'm so cruel.
That doesn't meen I haven't been doing anything with my time. Ummmm......I've had Thursdays that are REALLY low-lifed lately. Thurs. used to be the buisiest day, with fiddle for 2 hrs, then music man for an hour, and team practise 1.5 hrs. I'd be in bed at like 10:30pm, ready to get up at 5:30am. BUT thursdays have been low lately. So last thurs all I did was go to team practise, besides doing some homework and practising piano. Friday, came home at 2:30 (fridays are early, but Nat and I stayed for a bit), went to mah lesson at 4:30, then came home, practised EVEN MORE! Then Mom and I went browsing/aka shopping without buying anything. I brought exactly $9.00. Not ten, nine dollars. smarts,hu? Went to bently and looked at purses, pretty sure I picked one out, then went to suzannes (i really dont like it there) and mom tried on a cute blue&white shirty-thing, while I went to Mariposa and tried on a black tube dress that had a pink sash around it, along with a cute white skirt and a funny shirt tat I just took off that rack to wear with the skirt.

NEXT DAY! Saturday, uh, practised MORE, went to dance and rehearsed stuff, Mom bought tickets for the show, went downtown to perform what I had been practising (finally!) and I played it well!! YAYAY! Never really had a great piano performing experience, this was a first for me!! *SNAPS FOR SASHA!!* Afterwards, went into the dance shoppe and bought shoes, first pair I tried on -- nice canvas split soles, Mom wants to crisscross the elastics, i tell her we should take on off and just had one strap, that's the way it should be, though they come with two elastics with one side sewed on each. We were quiet bored after that, went into three backeries, bought THIRTEEN/13/DIX-TRIOS (for thoes who cant read Sashish, 13) bageals of different assortmeants ( I cant spelle haha), then bought a big oatmeal cookie at another, and a half stick of country sausage (mmmm). Drove down to Queen Alexandra place and stood in a big empty gazebo and looked at big empty ocean for a couple minutes, walked back and drove to UVIC, where we sat in teh car and ate begals. Then we went into UVIC, found our tickets and watched Natalia's 3 hour dance recital. Most was good, some was great, but some could have been...not there. Well, some I could do with out. Really.

Well....that's all for now! BYE! LOL ;P
My cookie is having a mood swing, so don't bug me. Roses are read, violets are blue. I'm a schitzophrenic, and so am I!
Sasha
ps. Oh ya. Day I went shopping with dad, HE bought me a digital camera.


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YAY!!!!!!!!!