I’m the 3rd Cashel to get Mr. G! He thought I was the baby upon visiting him. He could not believe he had one more to go until collecting them all, lets see if Claire can manage to get him before he retires.

This teacher is hard to understand… or maybe he is so simple to understand it is confusing. The man is brilliant (…or crazy), he speaks 7 languages and incorporates them in to all the classes. His major is in Latin and Roman History, so he knows all there is to know. His list of achievements is extensive.

To the point, this guy can get away with ANYthing. He curses. A lot. His walls are covered in posters displaying curse words. He has 2 wooden paddles in his classroom. He whacks “nasty little boys” (even when they aren’t being nasty) with yard sticks, throws books at them, and throws them out of their desks for things as simple as forgetting their homework.

If a girl makes an offense, he simply pretends he doesn’t see it. In the front of his classroom there is “sleepy chair”, an old chair that gets a new cover each year where girls are allowed to sit and sleep during the class if they’re having a bad day.

He addresses the makes students as “babes”, “beautiful men”, “cuties”. No girl is left uncomplimented. The boys are complimented too, but afterward he picks at all their flaws. There’s no end to this man’s antics. He actually blessed one kid in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. “I’ve absolved you of all your sins, now do your homework or rot in Hell”. (One kid said “Why don’t you just send him to Azkaban?” Gee snorted at him like that was the weirdest thing he’d ever heard and whacked him in the back of the head).

Even after hearing countless stories about this man from Nicole and Danny, I still have no idea what to expect. We’ll see… I can’t wait… I guess.

Today after school, a few of us planned to go running (Kyoshi, Mary, Jessie, and me). We got a late start because I got a solo in this upcoming chorus show, and I had to work with Mrs. Peeples for 10 minutes. Due to some technical difficulties, those ten minutes turned into over a half-hour. When I finished, we scraped up enough change to buy something when we reached Sonic.

The run there was easy, but we rewarded ourselves anyway with a feast: a rootbeer float, strawberry limeade slushie, chicken bites, and a banana creampie shake. Kyoshi realized he needed rubberbands for his braces, so we ran to his orthodontist who supplied us with free toothpaste as we built towers of Leggos in the reception area. Everybody loves Brookwood runners!

Next, we went to the middle school so Jessie could go to bathroom. Kiyoshi spent many days in the Principal’s office (heh), she was excited to see him doing well. The receptionist was excited to converse with the Brookwood runners and gave us lollipops for our run back.

It was a good day for a Monday. I was glad to be running after being a week without it.

Lio, a comic in today’s paper that I for some reason thought was particularly funny.

I am now one of four people. We are Angie, the Taqwandas. I am Foqweesha. There is also Poqweesha (Jessie), Laqwanda (Madison), and Mary… that is her real name. We have to find her another name. Anyways, we all think and SAY the same things, it is pretty cool. We also were all born in August 1992, but on different days, but in the middle of the days is August 21st, so that is Angie Taqwanda’s birthday. And I have known all of them since at least the 4th grade (one of them since I was BORN! We reunited this year).

Actually, we discovered this on accident because we were all separately the sam as Jessie, making us ALL the same, and we all have a lot in common, and even if in one category it is not all 4 of us, at least two of us are the same. It is very complex… I guess Angie is a complex being.

Oh, and we didn’t choose the name Angie, because one day we played ultimate frisbee and we introduced ourselves to everyone, but they didn’t introduce themselves back, and they wouldn’t pass the Frisbee to us (even though I made 2 AMAZING catches that scored 2 POINTS each because I’m a girl), so we ran around giving everybody names. Then, one guy said that we would have one nickname because we were basically the same person (we didn’t even say ANYTHING about the “WE”) and named us Angie.

So basically, that is it, and we all are going to get our wenises pierced and get wenis leashes when we are 18.

Went on this website again for kicks. I saw both of Eric’s pictures on there in addition to a few new ones, but it is all random. Might take a while before you see Eric’s pictures. There were actually two iPod pictures, one was the iHopkin, the other was and iPod with the letter as a playlist or something. Just thought I would let y’all know.

It is a little strange seeing all my classmates get jobs. Running into them in a work-setting at Chik-fil-A or Kroger is uncomfortable.

Even though I am still “underage” I have managed to snag myself a most excellent baby sitting job for a 3rd grader, Katie. It pays well, and I get to play Barbies with her the entire time. She loves having me baby sit because she’s an only child. When I play with her rather than watching TV or doing my own thing, I think it must feel like having am older sister. Track gets in the way of me having a regular babysitting job, but I’m always available on weekends. Last weekend I made $67. They came back an hour later than they planned on Saturday, and Katie asked them to do something the next day so I could babysit again.

For the most part I have a fun time and haven’t given much thought to the money. People have been asking me what I’m going to do with it… I was hoping to put it towards the college-fund, but dad’s encouraging me to use it was spending money. I think that I am going to pay $100 to get a cell phone plan for one year because I have been noticing more and more that I need one. Good idea?

The name of my blog is a little confusing, but that is the name “Xelly” is supposed to be like “Kelly” only it begins with an X for “cross”. Chronicle begins with a C standing for Country. XC= cross country. I guess I’m obsessed.

Also “Will milk be provided?” is from The Breakfast Club. It is a frequently used quote at my school.

Although Brady did dreadful against LSU, he still has not let me down. No my, as some may call it, “obsession” has not died. And yes, I would still like to send him my letter that is all typed up and ready to print, but unfortunately we do not have his address… Okay. I lied. Yes, some may like to call it madness, but I like to call it brilliance. It took some out of the box thinking and with some help from Google. Actually, it only took about five minutes. I have his address. However, I will not be sending it to their house because that is intruding on his privacy.

Oh yeah, and I have his phone number too!! Somebody from their family SERIOUSLY needs to talk to Google. Here ends Kelly’s first expectations.

JK Rowling’s Christmas gift:

Find the different the different hidden “buttons” you have to click on in order to find the title of the new Harry Potter Book!

Clue 1: Turn off the lights…

(ask me for more clues if you want!!)

I started doing cross-country after school every day this week with all the other girls who have been doing it the entire summer. First day was pretty good, I ran two miles non-stop. The second day was good too, we ran a mile in a thunderstorm, I got around 8 minutes. Then, on the 3rd day we were supposed to run 5 miles, but I cramped up real bad and wound up having to walk 3 of the miles. I almost walked home because we ran by my neighborhood twice. I kept with it though. The 4th day we sprinted up hills, it was better than the day before, but I still got stitches in my sides. I didn’t stop this time though. On Friday, I was informed that in order to run in the first meet, I would have to do time trials the next morning. We’d have to get to the school at 7:30, stretch and warm up, then run 3 miles in under 30 minutes, so we only had to run a mile and a half to our destination, rest a little and stretch, then run back.

This morning I got up at 7, got dressed, drank a little water, stretched, and headed up to Brookwood. All the guys had their time trials that morning, so we had to wait until they were done. They pretty much sprinted the entire three miles and were done in no time. The girls who were running that morning had all either gotten over 30 minutes the first time trials or were new, I think I was the only new one. We were all ready to run, I had my new black and pink Iron Woman watch all set to count down from 30, most girls had it timing themselves.

We started running and I started in third. By the first mile I was running with about 4 other girls in a line for second. Then, on the second mile, these two other girls took off and I went ahead as well, but not as fast as them so I could conserve energy. Then, my stomach began to hurt. I walked for 10 seconds, but then began to go at a slow jog. Two more girls passed me. I sped up to get ahead of them. My stomach was aching badly, but I kept going. I had no idea how much farther we had left, and I started to get worried I wouldn’t make it.

I saw a place I recognized and it was near the end. I started sprinting, ignoring the nausea. I could see the end, I began to cough and gag. there was spit running down my my chin. I wiped it off. “Keep going, just a few seconds and you’ll be there,” cheered a girl on the street. I crossed the street and my stomach started lurching up. I got down, put my hands on the ground and started gagging, and coughing, all the while looking at my watch, wondering if I should just run to the end throwing up. I decided to stay down, there were 3 minutes left. Behind me I heard three girls pass by. Finally a little water came up and out of my stomach (good thing I didn’t have anything else to eat that morning or I would have been there a lot longer). I got up, wiped my face with my hand, wiped my hand on my short, and ran as fast as I could in my condition to finish with a time of 28 minutes and 35 seconds, and in 7th, but I still qualified to race at the next meet.

The varsity coach was impressed with me. He said, “We have Kel… Kelly Cashel with 28:35, she’s new, she just started this week. Kelly? Where’s Kelly?”. It was real silent when everybody looked my way, one girl said, “Good job”. I don’t know if everybody was stunned to silence or what was going on. The coach was quiet for about 10 seconds. My dad said he was trying to remember me. I think I’ll stay with cross-country.