D'you know what it's like?

I'm listening to 'All Revved Up With No Place to Go' by Meatloaf. The title of this post is a line from the song.

I'm a little on edge right now, so I'm listening to music that will calm me down. I've had a rotten day for the most part.

It started this morning when I checked my e-mail and got another a message from Stephen (youth group leader) saying that the group was planning a charity potluck for Haiti - which is great, but I wish I'd had a little more notice. I calmed down fairly quickly and proceeded to Facebook and Ravelry.

Then I got an e-mail from the office manager that was sent to the entire youth group saying that there was no meeting, because the sanctuary, where we had planned to hold our meetings (the loft is being rented out on our usual meeting days for a little while). So I freaked out a bit. But I thought, 'well, at least I don't have to worry about missing In Treatment'. I hate to miss the Tuesday episode of In Treatment, because Tuesday episodes are ones with the character April. She's my favourite. April is a college student who has cancer, but won't tell her parents because she doesn't want to burden them, because her brother is autistic so she thinks her parents have enough on their plates.

I'm babbling. Anyway, me and Mom were making dinner (she's making me cook... eep...), and I think she went to check the main e-mail account (I don't know what else to call it... it's the email account that our internet provider gave us, for using Microsoft Outlook) and saw that we were all sent yet another e-mail saying that youth group was indeed still happening. I didn't go. I'm guessing they held the meeting in the foyer.

In addition to that, I took a GED diagnostic test on writing, and only got 31 out of 50 questions correct. I was pretty bummed out. It was basically a test on usage, punctuation, paragraphs, that kind of thing. Looking back, I don't think I did that horribly, considering I haven't practiced that area of writing in a long time. I got over half the questions right, so that's not bad.

On the upside, I made most of dinner and I didn't burn it! :D It was a bean curry thing. It was supposed to be made with black-eyed peas, but I couldn't find any cans of them in the cellar, so we used white kidney beans instead. I can now mince/dice an onion, grate garlic and ginger, and sautee onions in oil in a pan. I think the smell of garlic is finally out of my hands. The night before, we made leek and potato soup, which turned out to be a little looser than we had anticipated, but still pretty tasty. Mom wants me to make Yorkshire pudding tomorrow.

The new HPKCHC class threads are up. I might make an octopus stuffie for Herbology (make something that can be found in the bottom of the sea), and something spider-themed for Transfiguration (make something that scares you).