"I wake up its a bad dream..." *

Last night I dreamed that I tried out for the play and they cast me in a different play than I had tried out for. And it was about a black family, and the only reason they wanted me was because I "looked ethnic." I woke up annoyed.

Also, my tryout is in three days, so please, please, please pray. I get so nervous about these things.

Funny story (I'm really sorry for my terrible transitions, but just a heads up, they probably won't get better), the other day, (aka a month ago), I was sitting at a red light with my Great Dane, and this lady pulls up and the kids in the back of her car start waving and blowing kisses at me. I think this is mildly humorous, but then the lady points at the kids, and mouths, "they're not mine!" Hilarious. I still love that lady to this day.

Props to my dad for going and getting sourdough and cinnamon-chip bread from the bakery yesterday. :) Da-lish.

Well, I have to go shopping for Samaritans Purse this morning with the Key Club, so I'd better go get ready.

Here's a picture I just found from my dad's newly restoredish computer.



I'm pretty sure this is a testament to how hot my family is. hahah

*song lyric by Keane (formerly Cherrry Keane)

What massive eyes you have...

Coincidence? I thinketh not.

After I posted about the whole ethnicity thing yesterday, I was talking to my friend about how my school pictures look like I'm hispanic. And guess what? She said she thought I was hispanic when she first met me! Hilarity! Anyway, off to church!

School Pictures

Yesterday I got back my new school picture. Its not horrible, but I never really like my school pictures... but who does? Anyway, my sisters and I were looking back at the different school pictures I've taken, and we realized that in all of them I look hispanic. Legit. Which I am not. Not that I wouldn't want to be, its just confuzzling for some people. Especially my hispanic/black friends.

1. My hispanic friend was really offended because he thought we would be more loving since we were "hispanic" which we aren't. And never told him we were.

2. My friend Terrence (who is black) goes, "I don't want to offend you, but are you mixed?" First, why would that offend me? Second, hilarious.

3. My other part hispanic friend lives with the delusion that I'm Indian. From India. Oh, for say... twoish years? Finally he gets up the courage to ask me and realizes I'm mostly English/Irish/Swiss/German/Native American. He is confuzzled. I am laughing.

4. And probably my favorite, this guy comes to church (he's white) and my friend tells him that I'm French, my sister Kate is Irish, and my other sister Em is Spanish. And he believes us. hahahhaha.

Here is a prime example of why people have thought I'm another ethnicity.

The little half-stache just confirms it. The photo is from 3rd grade I think. The poncho also confirms how awesome my fashion sense was.