ok... ummm, Today has been a very strange day. LOL.

Lets just say, the first 3/4 of the day was spent doing homework. I have about 2 hours left worth. I'll do that tomorrow after I get done tutoring.

At the moment...Im very hyper. Im playing with Tyson. He's barking like crazy at me. He's like..."Get off that dang computer and play with me." LOL

I've been communicating with Mrs. Parker for like the past I don't know how long, but its been really fun. I haven't stopped laughing. We have some interesting conversations. I've told her some funny stories, I might even be up to sharing them with ya'll. Well...I think I already have. Yep...trip, Trish barfing and chin thing, and my stuffed dog thing. I also think I told ya'll about Tie-Dye (aka Mr. Walker).

Anyway...I just finished adding more picture to my gallery. Be sure to check them out. You can tell me whatcha think if ya want. Well...Im gonna get back to playing with Tyson, and talking with Mrs. Parker.

Have a g'night everyone. Enjoy Presidents day...(That is what holiday is tomorrow, right?)
-Gigi

Like I said, no promises on posting last night. (Friday).
Since there is a lot to this trip, I am going to copy and paste what I have sent to other people about the trip.

I got up at 4:30, and left home at 5:10. Arrived at the school at 5:30, and put the finishing touches on my cheese cake. We left the school at 6:18, heading for Tampa. We stopped at McDonalds for breakfast at like 7:30 or something like that. We arrived at the state fair at 9:30ish. We got signed up and dropped all of our products off at 10.

Then we all separated. I wasted all of my money on trying to win a stuffed dog (a tradition). Everytime I go on a trip, vacation, or somewhere, I buy or win a stuffed dog. (I collect them). This time, it didn't happen... I spent $36 dollars doing that... I wanted the dog so bad, that I offered them my watch, hoody, shoes, kissing their feet...anything. They only wanted my ipod (wasn't going to happen). Lets just say from 11 am..I walked around moneyless.

I got back together with Trish. She wasn't feeling so well, but I was ticked for not winning a doggie, so I decided to jump on a ride. She sat out, and when we got off we all started walking again. Trish called me, and she had just barfed...GROSS. So her day was kinda ruined...but it got better.

So now we were searching for Chef and Mrs.Johnson...we walked around for 2 hours searching. I wasn't feeling so well myself, not much of nausia, but more along the line of pain. I think since my surgery, I can't really handle rides. Sucks donkey balls. So... back to searching for Chef. I decided to call Mrs.Kirby and get his cell...cause we were tired of searching.

So...we finally found him, and he laughed at Trish. (did I mention she barfed all over herself...lol). Not even 5 minutes of talking, Mrs.Johnson told us to leave.

Um...so we left, and decided to walk some more. We ran into some others. They wanted to ride this ride, so we got on it. It didn't bother Trish nor I; it actually felt good with all the air. So I wanted to hit up some bigger and better rides. I rode two rides that were higher up, fast, and they spun upside down and stuff. Yes by myself, everyone else was too chicken. I get off, and Trish wanted to ride the pirate ship (the slow one). I didn't want to make her do it by herself, and since she watched me ride the other two, I went with her.

This irritated my side again, I figured out that going up and down is what hurts the most. Trish almost got sick again. So we called it quits for rides. We were both hot, out of money, and bored. So we went to the family theatre to sit and watch a show. We watched this band Vocal Trash. They played instruments from Trash cans and other cool things. They also played the trumpet, saxiphone, guitars, and the drums...and they had a human bass player. He could play the bass with his vocals. It was a cool show.

After that, a hypmotist (sp?) came out and did a show. It was hilarious. Some people weren't really hypmotised, but you could tell the ones that were. He got this one old guy (probably in his 70s), up there. He did a Shania Twain act, and then gave birth to her baby...it was hilarious. He was on the ground breathing and contracting. Then he brest fed a stuffed telly tubby. It was hilarious all together.

Then the vocal trash band came back on. It was 4 at this time, and we had to be at the awards ceremony at 5. So we weren't able to watch the whole show. At 4:45, we got up to leave, and the lead singer chased us, I was recording it on my cell. So I put the cell up to his face, and he took it and sung into it. Then he said wrong number, and gave it to some guy. (I got it back). After the first show they did (before the hypmotist), Trish went up and got all of their autographs.

So we go to the awards... I got 1st place on my carrot cake, and 2nd place on my cheese cake. Everyone from our school placed atleast once.
I didn't like being called up to get my awards. I didn't get any pictures, although Mrs. Johnson took a couple pictures of the whole group with all of our awards. Most likely it will end up in the yearbook.

We left there at like 6:30 or 7...I don't quite remember. We stopped at Arbys on the way home. Not many people bought anything (I wasn't the only one without money). I hit my head on the booth 3 times, It really hurt the 3rd time. LOL... I didn't hit my head purposly. They had these booths that were really weird, and everytime I went to put my head back it would bash up against it. The 1st time was ok, the 2nd time I hit it and everyone was like "You should have learned from the 1st time." Then we were laughing at something, I think something Chef said. I was laughing so hard, and slung my head back, and you heard it that time. I think I was the show of the trip. Everyone was laughing at me, so it was worth it. ( I don't know if you've noticed, but I like to entertain).

Then we got back to the school, and I had to wait for dad to get there, nothing new. It was 10 o'clock. I was the last one there, and Chef had to wait til my dad got there. He was super tired too. Just to stay up, he was drinking coffee. He still had a 45 minute drive to his house. At like 10:20, my dad finally got there. I swear that he freaked Chef out. He got out so that I could drive. He went over and hugged Chef (CREEPY)... I could tell on Chef's face that he was like creeped out. They ended up talking for like 10 mins. My dad was thanking him for staying and watching out for me...stuff like that. Then about my awards.

For everyone that placed, they get extra credit. If you placed 1st, he is giving that person a 100 in the class. So Im happy, now I have a 100.

If you want to ask me about some other things, feel free to do so...I know I am forgetting some things.
Til Then, PeAcE!
-Gigi

Sorry everyone, I forgot to post on Thursday.

Like I said, I would be cooking all day in Chef's class. Or I was suppose to be. My 2nd period teacher gave me permission on Wednesday to do so, then come Thursday. I was cooking, and she called Chef and told him to send me over there.

I go over there, and the first 45 mins, she just makes me read. (She knew I was on a deadline for cooking my stuff). The last 10 mins, she made me answer like 4 questions...Ticked me off, I almost didn't finish cooking my products just because of that.

I went back and started up on cooking again. School gets out at 1:55, and I finished up at 1:50. Whew...cutting it close. I ran to my locker to grab all of the stuff I would need for the weekend. Then I went over to Mrs. Parkers office. I made a little extra of the cheese cake. So I let her try some. She liked it.

Then I got on the bus and came home. Took a nap, and did some homework. Went to bed at 10:30. Had a big trip planned for Friday.

Im gonna make this short. Got Mid-Terms today.

Algebra 2 Honors- 96 A. comment- Excellent, Keep it Up!!
American History Honors- 62 D. comment- 62 on test, missing work.
Biology 1 Honors- 74 C.
Culinary Operations 2- 88 B.
English 2 Honors- 99 A.
Spanish 1- 93 A.

Im a little upset about 2nd, 3rd, and 4th. (yes even 4th...)
I stayed after school today to buy food for tomorrow in Chefs. I brought it back to him, and he my dad was bragging about my grades. My back was to my dad, and I was looking at Chef. He smirked at me. Then he goes, "Yea...when do grades come out?" my dad goes "I don't know, probably soon." Chef goes " Yea...Mid-Terms." my dad goes "Yea?" Chef sticks his head in our truck window, and says "Mid-Terms came out today."

I said "Your a meanie..." He chuckles. My dad goes " What did you get?" I said "You don't want to know". Chef pipes up and says "Something in History, missing some assignments, but she is making it up." (atleast he was trying to make it seem like Im working on it).

Anyway... so yea, that upset me a little. But, I went back and talked to Chef like 15 mins later. Asked him why he did that, he said " To go ahead and get it off of my shoulder". uh huh...sure he was.lol.

Well, I have to do my Algebra, English, and History homework. I won't be in school tomorrow or Friday. Thursday, I will be, but I will be in Chefs all day cooking. Friday I have to get up at 4:30 and be at the school at 5:30. We are going to Tampa (2 1/2 hours away), for a baking competion. So I won't be online Friday. I might sign on before I go to bed. But no promises.

Wish me luck in the competion. Im baking a carrot cake, and a strawberry cheese cake. Also... wish Trish and I luck on getting Chef to ride some rides. (We're going to be at the state fair for the competion). Well that is all. I have to do this work. If you think my parents are mad at my grades...imagine me. My grades are my life!

-Gigi

“Time to let go”

Hidden in pain,
With nothing left to gain.
Burning deep within;
Putting on a fake grin.

If you were to look inside,
You would see what I hide.
Battle wounds and scars,
That I put behind bars.

When you appear,
I lose all my fear.
Deep in my mind,
I hit rewind...

When did I depend so much,
Allowing you to be my crutch?
All the happiness that you would bring,
Soon, you were my everything.

I’ll always enjoy saying hello,
But its getting time to let go.
Release you from my mind;
Without leaving you behind.

I don’t all of a sudden hate,
I know everything was going great.
I looked to you above,
You are still the one I love.

I don’t need to pull you along,
To continue staying strong.
I don’t need you to hold me,
Im sure even you’ll agree.

Time to let go,
No matter how slow.
Please remain my big bro,
And allow me to let go.

-Ginger Smith 2/13/06