Lame intro, but the title says it all. I've been "grounded." Now just where the heck did they get THAT phrase? Anyway, at least I've done what it took to be blogging here and now. I've got some catching up to do. First off, I've got something really rediculious to tell you. It's about Coldstone icecream. It's a nice store, it's got a charming decore. Nice food... now why wouldn't I like it? Well... Lydia gave me a gift certificate to coldstone for an undisclosed ammount (More ice cream than I could eat from June to now) for my birthday back in June. So I went up and ordered some chocolate ice cream. You also get one thing mixed in with it. I got oreoes. *yum* The sizes at the store are odd. They aren't 1 scop, 2 scoop, child, large, etc. They're: like it, love it, and gotta have it (which I reffer to more as the trough size. For those of you wondering, a through is what horses eat out of...). I got love it, just because like it looked a bit on the small side, G.H.I. would make me look like a pig, and what the heck, love it was only 50 cents more. Those cups are deceptive. Man, was I full up. Nothing odd happened the first time I went there. The third time however (and yes, the gift card still has cash on it!) I went in to find behind the counter: one grade a chubby blonde woman and a skinny brown haired girl. I got the usual and at the end, sat down. Then another family waked in... well, a couple, not a family. They got samples of some funky lactose cream thing that didn't even look like ice cream. Sorbey or something. They pay for it, and the second their butts hit the chairs I hear: SCOOPIN' ICE CREAM ALL DAY LONG! DOO-DAH! DOO-DAH! and the maddness continued for a full two or three versus. All the while, the fat blonde woman who more resembles a viking than anything else, is slamming her hand on to the bell that you use to get their attention over and over and over! I'll re-write the lyrics with * where she dings the bell: *****SCOO*PIN' *ICE *CREAM *ALL *DAY *LONG! **** DOO-DAH! **** DOO-DAH!... etc. Ugh...

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Other than that, not much. More Oliver! practice and such. I'm starting to not sound so bad... But they keep telling me to sing through my stomach....  But OK, I'll try. Apparently, singing through one's throat is not how it's done.... And on a similar note, I went to lunch on break with my Oliver! friends, we went out to Wendy's. Suprisingly, we didn't trash it like the supposedly sane class of Winter's did... Darn. Although one girl managed to take a cup of ketchup and smash it in Sawyer's nose... That was about it though. And Wendy's makes it too hard to cut through their lawn... My life has been: chores, acting, ice cream, and the game show network for the past day or two now... Last night we got a real brit to help with our dialect coaching. I still can't wait for Lydia to get back from girl's camp.

Untill later,
Spencer