fav happenings of my sophomore year....

1st- undefeated in jv volleyball. 28-0!!
2nd- cheering at football games in the freezing weather
3rd- undefeated jv basketball season. 17-0
4th- going all out @ the boys' basketball games- fros and blue and white makeup
5th- moving up to varsity for b-ball districts and state
6th- beating grace to go to state in basketball
7th- beating each individual team at state- grangeville (defending state champs), soda springs (undefeated that season), and finally valley!!!
8th- the final buzzer of the championship game!!!!!
9th- working hard in track to be able to go to state
10th- teaching the escorts a dance for junior miss

looking back, this has been a very successful, fun, exciting year. but even though i'm sad to see the seniors go and don't want the fun to end, i'm ready for next year and the memories it will bring. i wonder what my favorite memories of my junior year will be:)

ode to shoes

ode to shoes,
those wonderful friends.
for giving me comfort
from beginning to end.

flip-flops, crocs,
and dc's too.
strappies, wedges, ballet
flats and boots.

all serve a purpose
all have a place.
whether for swimming,
hiking, or running a race.

don't take them for granted
keep them in mind
every shoe is important
in all of our lives

last days

the last days are always the longest.
no day the whole year through can compare.
they are the boringest, hardest, worstest, of all.
torture for innocent victims.

the chirping of birds and the light summer breeze
makes focusing on schoolwork difficult.
with temptations outside, the walls of cement
are prison cells keeping us in.


the drone of tired teachers trying to cram
a little more knowledge into our brains
before the summer break fills the school.
but no one listens.

stratching fills the room as impatient students
hurriedly finish final projects. just waiting
for the final bell to announce the freedom
we long for.

the heavy door slammed in my face, almost ripping my paw off in the process. i heard the shriek of young human laughter, then footsteps running away from me. i felt so alone and forgotten. curse these sticky-fingered brats for catnapping me. my mom and all of my siblings were long gone. the only "friends" i had left were the ones in my imagination.

the shed that was my prison cell had one dinky window that let in zero amount of light. but with my super-awesome-cat-night-vision i could make out a small hole in the floor by the door. i squoze my plumpish body through the jagged hole, and made a beeline for the house. the sun was just setting, and my sleek shadow was bounding ahead of me.
i took advantage of the open door to make my way into the mouse-infested garage. the heavenly scent of rodent reached my nose as i prowled through the jungle of cars, grills, bikes, and other human junk. i was beginning to second-guess my sense of keen direction when i saw it. they were the steps leading into heaven, the greatest blessing ever given to a kitten of my size- the steps into the house. without them, adventures into the house would never be possible until i was full grown.
now i was at a loss. i could not possibly open the giant door since i have no opposable thumbs. and i could not break it down because of my lack of size and strength. so i did what all good house-cats do. i meowed and meowed and mewoed. i meowed the hardest i've ever meowed in my life. i meowed until my guts hurt. i meowed.......... and amazingly enough the door opened.
this was the chance i'd been waiting for!!! before the little brats could grab me, i dashed inside and hid under the table. but, unfortunately for me, small human arms can fit under tables too. so before i knew what was happening, i was back in my shack, thinking of my short-lived freedom in the house.

kids just say the darndest things

little kids just make me laugh. on our trip to boise, i got some really good laughs from the things my 4 year-old brother said and did. the first day i saw him, i went over and gave him a big hug and said how much i missed him. he just punched my cheek, scowled, and said, " get away, pesi." then i asked where he got the scratch on his leg, and he told me a cat had climbed into his bed at the hotel and clawed him everywhere! he put so much enthusiasm into this lie that i almost started to believe him.
after spending 2 days in the hot sun, just watching people run, crue started getting a little irritated. his favorite part of vacations is swimming in the hotel pool, and he could not understand why no one else wanted to. so after every single race, he would ask, "how many more runs, grama?" then she would patiently reply, "only about 20 crue" the countdown continued both days until we could finally go home:) poor grama.
crue also loves to chew on things. i don't know if it's a 4 year-old boy thing, or if crue's just weird, but he has a bad habit of chewing on random things. for example, at the track meet, my family went to wendy's for lunch one day, and brought the food back to the track. crue decided to destroy the french-fry box and use it as gum. he put a huge piece in his mouth, and soon had a wad the size of a gumball. (i guess my parents didn't see him doing this.) the soggy cardboard got inhaled, and he was choking on this disgusting mess. so my dad reached in there, pulled it out, and crue went on playing with the rest of the cardboard. i had to laugh because he acted as if everyone chokes on cardboard every now and then.
these kind of stories make me wonder about what's going on in a 4 year-old's head. like did he really think a cat was in his bed that night? or did he think to himself, i'll stick this brown stuff in my mouth and suck on it.? i guess i'll never know.

5 reasons why students are whiners- from a teacher's point of view

1. they always complain about the cell phone rule. do they realize that i'm actually trying to teach them something valuable? when cell phones go off, or if students text while in class, everyone gets distracted. they don't listen to my lesson, and i might as well just talk to the chalkboard.
2. they whine about all the homework i give. homework is necessary for learning. it drills into their brains the concept that we learned that day. and i never give so much homework that they should fall behind. if they really wanted to, they could finish in class every day.
3. they tell me how boring my lessons are. i don't know if they know this, but when they tell me this i really want to slap them. they don't realize that i plan all of my lessons ahead of time, and try to add activities to make them fun. the problem is they're too lazy to do anything, which makes anything they do boring.
4. they tell me i'm grumpy. well maybe i wouldn't be so grumpy if students would hand in their work on time,if i didn't have to stay up late grading papers, if students participated in class, and if they put their cell phones away! they need to realize they're the cause of most of my crankiness.
5. students are cry-babies! they need to know they don't always get their way in life. sometimes they won't get the grade they want, or they'll have to work more than they'd like. part of school is learning responsibility, and the sooner they learn that, the happier they'll be.

5 reasons why teachers annoy the heck out of me, a student

1. they give tons of homework. do they think we don't have lives or something? do they think we have extra time to do all of the busy-work? sometimes i wonder
2. they are grouchy. some teachers are just plain cranky. why be a teacher if you don't like to be around kids? and even if they are having a bad day, they shouldn't take it out on innocent teenagers
3. they are hypocrites. i hate it when teachers say, "no cell phones in class", then when their cell phone rings, their explanation is "it's an emergency". our calls are emergencies too. this is just plain hypocrisy in my book
4. they are monotone. if you're going to talk about something boring, you might as well make it as fun as you possibly can. this might include hitting some different notes on the vocal scale. the purpose of school is to teach, and kids don't learn when they're asleep.
5. the final reason is... dum da da dum!..... teachers are just plain rude/mean/inconsiderate. i hate, hate, hate, it when teachers stare at you like you are the stupidest creature to roam planet Earth. or when they say sarcastically, "did you really just ask that?" teachers need to learn some manners. if they want us to respect them, i think they should give us a little respect.

• my mom and dad just bought a new used-car. it's the family run-around car, but i get to drive it to school. so here's a letter of commemoration to my old pickup, my trusty old friend, The Rocket.

my dearest Rocket,

we have shared many experiences together over the past few months. for example, being pulled over by a state cop and getting a very expensive ticket, crashing into my cousin, sliding on the slick roads, and trying to keep your driver-side door from falling off.

let me be honest, Rocket, when i first saw you, i was very disappointed in how you looked and sounded. you had paint peeling off your hood, you were dirty, your door was basically off, and you sounded like a dying dinosaur. but after spending 4 months with you, i really came to appreciate how hard you worked just to get me to school and back. but i don't think i ever fully appreciated you until the day you died. you were stranded at the smelly old station, just waiting for my dad to fix you up. i truly did miss you, dear friend.

now you are retired, you are almost 20 years old you know, so don't feel bad. i really miss your automatic shifting. this new used-car is stick-shift, and i am having troubles adjusting to it. but thank-you for your patience with me, and remember me always.

your admiring friend,
presli

top 10 reasons why i am a nerd/dork/weirdo

1. i have had braces since the 7th grade
2. i have to wear headgear at night
3. i wear glasses/contacts
4. i use nasal spray for my allergies
5. i use an inhaler during track
6. i have a tender tummy that can not handle certain foods
7. i read books and magazines while on the john
8. i get good grades in my classes
9. sometimes i take 3 hour baths because i get absorbed in my book
10. i am very clumsy- i trip over the same rug every day

i personally believe that these qualities that i possess qualify me for the title of "nerd". if i had 2 or 3 of these things, i wouldn't be such a dork. but i have all 10. lucky me.

my 1st day

i opened my eyes and had to squint. the lights were so close, and so bright. they gave me a headache and i started to cry. my body ached and i felt so weak, worse then i'd ever felt. the cold, dry, air was raw on my tender throat, and my crying only made it worse.

a tired looking giant leaned over my head and gibbered and crooned while i cried. i was rocking back and forth and bouncing up and down, which didn't help my headache at all. i couldn't move my arms or legs or fingers or anything. my body was wrapped in a very tight cloth, and i was claustrophobic. so i continued to cry.

on top of all my other problems, my stomach was empty. why couldn't the giant just feed me and then leave me alone? all i wanted was to go back to my warm, safe home that i had just left.

a day as my sister

me and my sister don't get along very well sometimes, so i decided that i would look at what she has to go through every day and hopefully gain some perspective on why she says and does certain things. so here's the daily story from my sister's point of view:

my alarm goes off at 6 a.m. every morning, and i never, ever push the snooze button. my mornings run a tight schedule, and i hate when it gets messed up. my morning ritual is as follows:
1- wake up at 6 and practice my piano
2- get in the shower (if i didn't the night before)
3- get dressed in the clothes i picked out the night before
4- do my hair and makeup
5- eat breakfast
6- enjoy a ride in the old rocket w/ my crazy, loud, obnoxious siblings who constantly tease me

after i get to school, i talk in the halls with my "friends" who are happy that day. the boys are just plain stupid, as all junior high boys are, so i don't like being around them. and some girls in my class are bipolar, so i never know when they're going to ignore me, or when they want to be friends. so i just talk to the people who seem like they're in a good mood, since i don't really have a best friend.

one of my teachers doesn't like me, i swear. he wouldn't let me give my report when i asked, then gave extra credit to the girl who he picked to go first. he also gave me detention for being late, even though he never gives detention to people who are late every day.

at lunch time, i just starve, since i am a pretty picky eater. i'm starving for the rest of the day, and get in a grouchy mood from not eating.

after going to school and dealing w/ my stupid "friends" and dumb teacher, i have to go home with a sometimes grumpy sister and brother who don't share their food in the pickup. so then i get angry because they are so selfish, and i snap at everything they say. then when i get home, my mom gets mad at me for being grumpy, and she has to ask me if i'm "doing my part to make our home a happy one."

when i finally get some food in my stomach, everyone teases me about being moody because i switched from mad to happy so fast. i don't bother to tell them about my day at school, because they'd probably just tell me to be nice to my friends, even if they're mean to me; and that the teacher doesn't hate me; and that if i was really hungry, i would eat the lunchroom's food.

my day ends on that note, and i go to bed. only to start the whole process over the next day.

the less than average ____________ (fill in correct name for a sentence that starts w/ the same letter)

• tangy tropical trees tangle together tonight


• many moms mumble morbidly and melt macaroni marbles


• candy corn crumbles causing kooky cranes to crack


• yellow yaks yodle yet yearn to yell yucky yoyos


• doggy doo doo does devasting disastrous damage


• frumpy frogs frown from frilly frocks full for fumble


• amazing alligators anticipate aftershock afternoons


• silly serpents slither silently sassing slyly


• porcupines prick pigs producing piercing peals


• giraffe genders jump on jumbled juniper juice


• little lilly laughs loudly licking lollipop licorice


• vicious vans venture very vigorously


• horace heaves heavy herfords having hefty herfords


• rosy reports radical responses resisting reverant radishes


• zulu zebras swindle zigzagging zesty zingers

i-can't-remember-the-name-poem

the
cell rings loud
from inside my bag.
it sounds off like a warning,
cautioning against heartache ahead.
i am addicted to him,
so i choose better,
and let it
ring.


light
boom, crackle;
it is a show of
light dancing above the heads
of amazed onlookers who wait for
the next fire flower to
have its moment of
glory and
fame


a
b, c, d,
sweetly sings the boy.
his voice is soft, innocent,
pure. not yet infilterated with
the harsh slang that comes with age.
but soon the song is
sung no more.
z.

*^*food*^*

• if you think about it, food is really quite gross. for example, we eat the muscles of other animals. not only do we eat it, but we go to expensive restaurants to have it cooked to perfection. and then some of us eat the muscle nearly raw, with blood oozing out of it. or in restaurant lingo, we eat it rare.
  
• we also eat things that come out of a bird!!! how gross! eggs are very, very disgusting to me. when i eat them, i try not to think where they came from, or what they were supposed to be. yuck!
  
• and then, crazy people eat things like cavier and es cargo. who in the world decided to eat snails? or fish eggs of all things? slimy, slithery, mucusy, snails do not sound appetizing to me.
  
• plants and vegetables are also weird things to put in your mouth. carrots, potatoes, radishes, lettuce, corn; all of these grow from the dirt, which is full of worms and feces and bugs. so why, if all of these things are so disgusting,do we stuff these things in our bodies?

i couldn't think of an idea for a post, so i decided to take some words and write little descriptions or sayings by using the letters that make up that word. for example:

O- only enjoy the
R- rich
E- everlasting goodness
O- of an oreo

G- giddy/ bored
I- independent/ needy
R- ready/ hesitant
L- loving/ rejecting

B- builds on the base of a girl's affection
O- overcomes his fear by embracing it
Y- yeilds to the comments of harsh friends

H- hallways
I- invite
G- gossip, and
H- help

S- sayings
C- clutter
H- heads
O- of
O- overly eager
L- listeners

things my grandpas get teased about

• having a favorite child


• having favorite grandchildren (the favorite child's children)


• his deaf ears


• the names he calls his wife


• his defensiveness


• how he doesn't finish a story when no one listens to the 1st sentence


• his bad stomach......ew


• his dentures


• his facial expressions- wide, open mouth being the main one


• his weird sayings, ex: "it's rainin' harder than a cow peein' on a flat rock"


• his loud, loud, talking because he can't hear


• how short he is


• not sleeping with his wife


• his gimp- he used to ride bulls:)

sunday meetings

some of the things you see and hear in church need to be recorded for posterity. today, i observed the people around me, and realized how irreverent church actually is. the 1st thing i noticed was about 5 men sleeping. some had their mouths open, some were upright, some were hunched over, but all were asleep. the 2nd thing i noticed was how loud it is in our meeting. there are lots of crying babies, whispering, toddlers playing with toys, snacks being passed out by weary mothers, etc. then the speaker is trying to talk above the noise and every once in a while the microphone dies, which causes a static noise.
one little boy in particular was very tired of church today. i would say he's about 1 1/2, so he gets pretty restless. his mom tries to keep him occupied, but he eventually gets bored with his toys and starts trying to get out in the aisle. so she handed him his bowl of froot loops and let him go. he started shaking the bowl and spinning at the same time, but 1 year olds don't have much balance as most of us know. he got dizzy and ran head-on, face-first into the side of the pew. it was very entertaining for me and other people my age to watch, and it was hard to keep from laughing.
but, as all little boys do when they get hurt, he started screaming and wailing and kicking, so my little entertainer had be taken into the hall by his dad. i didn't have another distraction, so i had to pay attention for the rest of the meeting.

how to cover up bad haircuts...

1. wear a headband
2. wear a hat
3. use lots of hairspray
4. dress up so it looks normal (ex.) wear an Indian headset
5. wear ugly clothes to distract from your ugly hair
6. wear hair very curly
7. don't wear hair straight, the bad cut is way more noticeable with straight hair
8. use bobbypins for too short bangs
9. also for bad bangs, wear them different than you normally would so people notice the style change, not the shortness of the bangs
10. the opposite of #5- look fabulous to make up for your hair

• if you can't tell from the post, i have a really bad bang cut right now. so please, no one laugh or stare or point. just pretend like nothing is wrong and we will all be happy:p

the worst dream ever!!

i looked at the poor boy trembling in the corner. his eyes were wide with fear as they stared me in the face. he seemed familiar, but it didn't matter. i was set on my goal, and i had to carry it out. i raised the weapon above my head and thrust it forward, straight into the boy's chest. he pleaded with me between gasps of drowning breaths for me to spare his sisters, and then fell to the floor in a grotesque heap. i moved on to the next child, a little girl with white-blond hair and blue eyes. one after another i disposed of my 5 siblings. after it was done, i dropped the pitchfork, and ran and ran and ran. i ran until i could no longer move, until i could no longer breathe, until every bone, muscle, and nerve in my body was aching. and there, on the side of the highway, i let myself die.

spring break

for spring break, some people vacation, some people work, and some people just chill at home and play video games. i don't really do any of these things. what i do is eat, and eat and eat and eat. especially this spring break because General Conference was on over the weekend, so i just sat in front of the tv and ate candy.

i also ate a lot this weekend because it was my sister's birthday on saturday, so we had cake and ice-cream. then today, sunday, my grandma made dinner for our extended family, and we also celebrated my cousin's and aunt's birthdays as well. so i had about 3 pieces of cake today too.

the only downfall of eating sweets is the effect the sugar has on monday's track practice:(

persevere

round and round and round again
it stretches ahead of me
like a lonely road
just waiting to be traveled.

one foot, then another,
i get closer to the end.
my breath comes short
and the race seems endless.

the crowd is but a hum
in the background,
while my brain is filled
with the rushing of blood.

thoughts come into my brain
that tell me to give up and quit
but i push them out and
work hard until the finish line is crossed.

15 loudest noises in our house

1. backdoor slamming
2. cason quietly teasing King crue
3. chairs scraping on the tile
4. basketball bouncing upstairs
5. taylor and jordi screaming while playing
6. singing- everyone
7. piano banging
8. forgotten alarms
9. crash-cars on the track
10. dad's yawns
11. mom's sneezes
12. tv trying to be heard over the talking
13. dad and cason's burps- very disgusting
14. radio blasting while doing saturday chores
15. volleyball bouncing against the wall

i'm sure there are more noises, but these are some of the very loudest. no wonder my mom always has a headache.

yes, it's a mole

• everyone keeps asking me what happened to my face, or chin, or arm. what happened was i was born to a very moly family, and i inherited that awful gene. so i went to the doctor to get those nasty things cut off, and that's why i am so scarred up. i did not scratch myself, i just got some moles removed.

now that you know what happened, let me explain the process of removing moles to you.

step 1- the doctor (dr. cameron) cleans the affected area with a swab that has disinfectant stuff on it
step 2- dr. cameron shoots numbing liquid into the mole with a needle so that i can't feel the cutting
step 3- dr. cameron tells me to tell him if i feel any pain, and soon enough he gives me another shot
step 4- dr. cameron gets his tools and cuts down to the fat layer in my body.
step 5- he streches the skin around the mole and cuts it as he goes, much like skinning a deer.
step 6- the doctor cauterizes, spelling?, the blood with an electric current that fries the blood vessels and smells like branding cows
step 7- dr. cameron sutchers (stitches) the gash and tells you how to take care of it
step 8- you go home and can not participate in weight lifting.

and that's the story behind my many injuries. i wish i could say something cool when people ask me what happened, but no, it's just mole.

my birthday wishlist

the title basically explains it:

• high school musical 3: senior year- soundtrack
• shorts for track. - i'm down to about 2 pairs of shorts
• a puppy- i've never had my own pet. well, once when i was about 5, but does it count if you can't remember?
• a date- this is my sweet sixteen, and i kinda hope i'll have a date
• another band for my bumble watch
• a ctr ring
• a zune- especially since my pickup doesn't have a radio
• twilight
• "the host"
• "the secret journal of Brett Colton"
• silver necklace

the troubles that occur when SWATHING

• swathing- even the name sounds like trouble. but when you mix the machine w/ a 12 year old driver, you know for sure that nothing good will happen. i know these things from experiences that i have had. i'm going to just share a few w/ you.

-+-the 1st problem i had was not knowing that i was supposed to rev the throttle all the way up when not in field gear. so there i was, driving 2 mi/hr down the salmon hwy. i had no idea i was doing something wrong until my older cousin, skyler, flagged me down and taught me how to work the thing.

-+-the 2nd experience i had was opening a field. it was one of my first times doing it by myself, and i was very nervous. first of all, opening a field means cutting 3 swaths around the perimeter of the field so you can turn around when you start cutting the hay. anyway, this particular field had huge holes at the headgates where the water comes out. so the goal in opening a field is to cut as close the holes as possible without dropping a tire in them. i was doing my best when my stomach dropped and the swather tipped far down the left. i had done the unacceptable and dropped my front tire into one of those huge holes.

my dad was not home, and neither was my uncle, but i finally flagged down baker, he works for my dad too, and he helped me get my swather out of the hole.

-+-the 3rd problem w/ swathing that i had was when i forgot to pay attention to what i was doing. in one of our fields we have risers. these things allow water to get to the wheel lines so the hay can grow. well i was just singing to my radio, enjoying myself, when i heard and felt my swather stop. i had hit one of those risers, and the whole metal top had popped off. i was so scared to tell my dad, but i called him anyway. he was really, really mad because he had even put posts in the ground to help me see where the risers were. so i got banned from the radio, and almost banned from swathing for the rest of that crop.

• i have many, many more experiences w/ swathing- such as getting plugged and running into the ditchbank, and swathing our neighbor's field on accident- but i think i'll end here. i think this should be a lesson to all farmers: never trust a 12 year-old girl w/ an expensive piece of machinery.

i need a tylenol!!!!!!

for most people, car rides can be a relaxing, enjoyable time where they talk and grow closer to one another. this is usually not the case with my family. but 1st of all, let me introduce my family to you in age order.

• first, there's me, presli. i'm the oldest of 6 kids and i'm almost 16 years old. i love being around my friends, playing sports, and reading. i like to have fun w/ my siblings, but every now and then, like most normal people, i just need a break.
• the second child born to my parents is cason. cason shoots hoops outside every day, even when it's freezing cold. he is a 14 year old boy who loves, loves, loves, to tease his 4 sisters. so our house is usually full of female voices screaming our favorite phrase, "CASON!!!!"
• third child- kori. she will be 12 in 2 weeks:) fun fun. kori is the shopper of our family. if she had money, a drivers' license, and my mom's permission, she would be in town every day looking for new clothes. kori also can not stand it when the little girls ask their silly questions. she has about the same amount of patience that i have.
• taylor is the 4th born and is 9 years old. she loves to sing. she has been singing even before she could talk. (we have it on video for proof) taylor loves little kids and is a very good babysitter for my mom.
• jordi k. is the second to the last of the children in our family. she idolizes all of her older sisters, especially taylor- but she'll never admit it. jordi is very athletic and loves to play volleyball and basketball w/ her dad. she also does gymnastics along w/ kori and taylor. they are all getting good at it, and they can now do more pullups than me. (i can only do 1/2, so that's not too hard to do)
• crue is the baby of the family, and he is very spoiled. he is usually a fun, cheerful boy to be around, but, like all 4 year-olds, he has his grumpy moments. crue loves to be the center of attention, and pouts if he doesn't get it from us.

so now that you know a little bit about me and my siblings, let me tell you about our car rides. it starts when we walk out the door; we have assigned seats according to age, but for some reason, the younger kids forget that rule. so when we walk out the door, someone calls "i get middle". then an argument breaks out, and everyone gets involved, and my parents have to say "the next person who talks mean is walking!" so then we all sit in silence for a while.

after the awkward silence, someone asks if we can watch a movie. then an argument starts over what movie to watch, and the process starts over.

then after a movie is decided on, someone says my mom's name. for some reason, everyone decides to talk to my mom at the same time, and our car resounds with the word, "MOM, MOM, MOM, MOM, MOM!!!" well, soon cason, kori, and i all have a headache, my mom has a headache, my dad has a headache, and we're all annoyed with each other.

when our destination is finally reached, we're not very happy with one another. but, after being apart from each other for a while, we forgive and forget. but only until the next trip we take together:D

poor poor hair

• do you ever stop to think of what your hair goes through in a day? this morning as i was curling my hair, i thought, "if i had nerves in my hair, i would never even touch my head, because it would hurt so bad". so lets look, from a hair's point of view, at the daily torture that it has to go through.

1st- the day usually begins with a good hard scrubbing from presli while i get suffocated with water and disgusting soap. sadly, this is the easiest and most enjoyable part of my day.
2nd- after the awful shower, i have to undergo a series of tugs and pulls that separates me from all of my friends.
3rd- hot air gets blasted on me for about 20 minutes, and i feel like i'm being baked alive.
4th- now comes the very worst part of the day: the hot irons. i get attacked every day by either a straightener or a curling iron. at the same time i get plastered with spray as presli tries to get me tamed down.
5th- as if going through all of this wasn't enough, i then have to go to school where i get touched and flipped and pulled on and played with all day long!! and after school i have track, where i get all sweaty, disgusting, and tangled once again.
6th- finally, i get a break from the torture when presli goes to sleep:) but the relief doesn't last long; i have to go through the whole thing the next day, and the next, and the next,..........