So today was Daddy's day off, so he took me to get my fingerprints and TB test for my job at the preschool. (I'm a Preschool Substitute Teacher. How COOL is that??) The fingerprints went good, though it was a totally WEIRD place. (It was some police shop in the middle of the ghetto...) But we went to get the TB test, and I heard from many friends that TB tests are when they poke your wrist with a needle and it hurts. So we go in and sign in. The receptionist likes my High School Musical purse. Me and Dad sit and talk about how there IS a cure for cancer and it's all a big conspiracy to make money, just like the Fords that would blow up but were never recalled... Then the nurse calls me in.

Ah bugger. It's the same chic who told me a few years ago that "this shot is going to hurt a LOT!!!" and made me cry. Today I walk in shaking and can barely talk and she asks if I need Dad. I said I was fine; trying to step into this crazy world of independence before I leave for San Diego and mommy and daddy won't be there to hold my hand. So she tells me to look away and asks me about school while she gets the needle ready. I know she's trying to distract me, but I gratefully accept that and tell her about Pima and San Diego State. The needle doesn't hurt too bad... it stings a bit, but I'm like "that wasn't too bad."

That is, until the nurse goes "OOPS!!"

Let me tell you something.

We say oops when we drop vases, spell words wrong, or trip. Not when we are poking patients with needles. So I swear my heart rate must have doubled when she said that. "Well I guess your skin's just a lil too tough up there! Let's try it lower!"

She does, and it hurt like a mother. "Well that's odd. You should have a bump there already! Oh well." Yea, thanks lady. If this test comes out positive, you will not be the one to handle my lungs. Gimee my paper and let me go.

So now I have a red scratch across the top of my arm and a teeny red hole underneath it. Nothing is easy in preschool land.

Daddy took me to the mall though and bought my a stawberry julius. The stationary set I wanted for school was gone but I bought a new High School Musical backpack for school. It rules.

Speaking of which, HSM 2 kicked some serious butt. I was very impressed. It even broke the record for the most watched program EVER in the history of cable. It just beat out the sopranos. Good on ya Disney; I'm really impressed with how well they've been doing lately. Meet the Robinsons was a step in the right direction, firing the chic who made all the crappy sequels was just brilliant, putting Lasseter higher up was awesome, and proving that they CAN make good sequels with HSM 2 sealed the deal. They expect to make 500 million off the movie at WORST, but expect much more. (For the record, the first HSM only cost 4 million.)

The music music seriously almost makes me cry. It's all very beautiful, and I don't think there's enough good music out there today. (By that I mean, there's too much "slap yo *** up the ***" and not enough "You are the Music in Me". This is good quality stuff man; I can't stop listening to it. You can feel the passion that went into it when you listen and it's really inspiring. Very impressed with Disney indeed.

I'm gonna send a letter into Disney and get in the queue for an autogrpah from Ashley Tisdale. (Sharpay). She's my favorite actor, and the 2-6 month wait will be worth it.

I need to get to work writing either more HSM stories, or expanding on An Awkward Detention. The fans are seriously getting down my throat about writing more and I don't think I can hold them off much longer...

-Chi <3