Copper Bebes And Tree Frogs

Music, Floss and Pants

2010-10-29T15:14:00.000-07:00

I have spectacular news.

I'm still very quite alive. Typically a good thing. On the lesser side of spectacular, my blog is mostly dead.... This calls for revival. And to start, time during a lunch break at work. Perfect, yeah?

Where to start....?

I've started writing a new piece of music, which is yet untitled. But.... it has much revision to be done. Inspiration comes in spurts.... As does my motivation for writing it down..... I know, I know, there are programs that could do it for me. But hey, I'm a starving college student. What do you expect?

And here's why. I've started painting my wardrobe with fantastic (but outrageous) clothes. Some of which are jeans. I'm afraid to admit, I'm a shopaholic. Hardcore. It doesn't matter that I already have what I want to buy, I don't have THAT ONE. And so, the cycle continues ... At least I'm dressed well as a result....

Lastly, I'm excited to admit that I've started flossing. And my life has improved greatly. If you ever need a non conventional stress reliever, try flossing.

Back to work you slackers!

Cheers.

Late Night Macarena, Rashes and Makeup

2010-09-22T02:00:00.000-07:00

And so now I find myself listening to the Macarena at 11:00pm. Brilliant! What could be a better end to my day than a late night dance party through my head phones?

In other slightly more exciting news, I discovered a disconcerting rash around my navel. Yikes! So I told my brother and his wife they could inherit my savings if it turned fatal. To my heart's desire, they promised to buy a BlendTec with it. If you come to my funeral, there may be smoothies. [: But in all seriousness, a BlendTec is the bomb. Especially with a 4' pitcher! It's the blender Jamba Juice uses. And wow. Just imagine how smooth chunky protein drinks would become. And delicious! Oh peanut butter chocolate banana drink.... I'll get you one day....

Lastly, I neglected to wear any makeup today. This isn't anything fantastic, or at least wouldn't be, had I not been complimented on it. Ouch! I don't think I've der been so slow to take a compliment... In any case.... It's not that I dislike myself with a naked face, I just prefer it with makeup.

I suppose I'll head to bed.... Seeing as my Macarena is over. [: Cheers!

Spock, Injustice and The Little Lad Who Loves Berries and Cream

2010-09-09T18:28:00.001-07:00

There is a certain amount of trust we put in our hairdressers, barbers, cosmetologists, the like. I feel as though today's experience greatly betrayed any and all trust I put into mine today. No, she wasn't even MINE. MINE is still back home, because I couldn't convince her to move here yet. The thing about MY hairdresser was that she always gave me the perfect haircut for my face, figure, and personality. Hilde, I missed you when I first moved, and today I miss you even more.

I was so excited to get my hair cut today, back to its formal glory and cuteness. Luckily, my hair was cut well enough [again, thank you Hilde] that it maintained its shape, even as it grew, unlike it has when others have cut my hair. Somehow half always grows longer, and the texture frizzes out hardcore. So as I lent out my trust today by asking "I'd like the same hair cut, a few more layers in the back, and about 1.5" off in length. Also, please be sure to cut it dry, because I have wavy hair, and doesn't get cut evenly when it's wet" what that actually translated into with a look at the result was "Please make me look like a cross between Spock and the weird guy on the Skittles commercial who is 'the little lad who loves berries and cream,' with no regard to blending my layers. Also, go ahead and chop off two inches, leave no room for anyone who has any skill to fix it, and ruin my day." Did you miss something? Or was that just me?

My excitement bloomed into terror as she started my hair cut by spritzing my hair with water. Water gets things wet.... Water makes my hair wavy.... Water leads to an uneven cut....

But I was pretty chill with it, giving her the benefit of the doubt [why, I don't know, because in the oh, I don't know, seven years I've been struggling with egotistical hairdressers to cut my hair DRY because I'm RIGHT] that she knew what she was doing. She also thinned it while it was wet. Wet. Soggy. Sopping. WET!

By now I was a flaming mess with the look of a wet dog. And she was done. That's when I said "Excuse me.... My hair needs to be dry to tell if it's even, and to see how the layers look." Begrudingly, and after showing my the pricing she dried my hair, snipped on it some more, and gave me the mirror asking for approval and release. She even pulled the line "Let me talk to my manager to see if I can finish you, because I think there is someone else waiting." Rubbish. I anticipated paying the price for a cut and a style, and told her that in the first place. However.... The price I ended up paying was for a shampoo and cut, with no style involved. What I don't understand is how you can cut someone's hair, leave it wet and unresolved, and send them on their way. I don't think so.... That is another $10 please. [: Ridiculous.... Not only that, but that $10 involved blowdrying my hair [which I'd taken great care to do already that morning], and flat ironing it [wrong. Why in Hades would I iron my hair under?! Obviously, it was straight down with no curl when I came in, why curl it and get embarrassed and baffled that I iron it straight when I ask you to iron it straight?!], and adding hairspray at the very end.

Next she forgot the layers in the back to help with volume. By layers she interpreted that as "Would you please chop off the length and leave the sides long so it doesn't transition at all from sides to back?" She also used hair clippers with no attachment on my neckline. Did I ask for that? Did she ask if I wanted my hair shaved? For those of you who don't know, I have a very pretty neckline, with no undesirable hair, and a lovely shape. Well.... At least I used to. I was so disgusted at this point that when she took the cape off and said "I forgot to shape your bangs!" I said very loudly "No, I will do those myself." Funnily, those are the only parts of my hair that look fantastic. There wasn't even anything fantastic about my haircut, other than it was a fantastic disaster.

On my way out the door, I told her how displeased I was with her service, but obviously didn't prove it, as I still tipped her. Why I did that, I have no idea. I really should not have. It was either a pity tip, or I was in such a state of shock, that I tipped her out of habit.

The drama didn't REALLY set in until I got home and more closely examined the damage. And that's when the tears started. Well not really. I passed my brother on my way home, and he on his way out. He didn't even notice. But, I don't get my hair cut for other people to notice. I get my hair cut because it's a confidence thing for me. To have it absolutely botched, with blunt edges, to blending, too short to do fix anything, and really truly ugly to me, is a complete esteem bomb. The only consolation is that hair grows. But that doesn't help me NOW while my hair is still too short. I have shed many tears at the injustice of this terrible act.

This is truly why I'll pay very well for a fabulous haircut. The emotional distress and trauma isn't worth it. And no, I will not post pictures, it's too disgusting for view. But I've written well over a thousand words, so that makes up for it. My plans for the day have disintegrated. I was supposed to go to a career fair. Everything was perfect. My outfit was adorable and professional. My makeup was stunning. My breakfast was delicious. My legs were smooth and lotioned. My teeth were pristine. My hair was an inch and a half too long, but infinitely better than it is now. But as a result of my drive for perfection, and my trust in the unknown, my plans, as well as my esteem, was shot so bloodily I was destroyed.

There is much to be mended. There is a heart to be fixed. There is a head of [not much] hair to be worked on. There is esteem to be pieced back together. There is trust to be rebuilt.

This will not happen quickly. I do believe I'll be overpaying for haircuts until I can find a reasonable price with a great talent. I would rather overpay and look fabulous, than pay standard and look like garbage.

I am not feeling so cheery, and all the byes have something good associated with them. So I will simply say, with a morose soul and maudlin heart, do not get your hair cut at Fantastic Sam's.

Bargain Food. That's It!

2010-09-03T22:06:00.000-07:00

More often then not, I find myself making deals and promises with myself just to get through a task. For example, the only way I could drag my sorry carcass out of bed this morning to run was by telling myself "you'll feel better.... " in my sweetest crooning voice. Moreover, on the run itself, I was far past due to quit, but somehow managed to convince myself, only to let myself down, that "you can slow down once you cross this street" or "how about just to that tree?" No. My promises were soon broken and refilled with another too good to be true flat faced lie.

The saddest of all accounts is happening immediately. It has taken me over two hours to finish 3/4 of my double stacked black bean chipotle burger. Two hours! PLUS! The best excuse I could come up with was "you can have another glass of water if you finish... :D" Absolutely ridiculous. Here I am, about to die, and the best thing I can think of to offer myself is water? And from the tap....

In any case, I'd best be back to my duty.... Cheers...

SAA, Tans and Bus Passes

2010-09-02T11:46:00.000-07:00

Alright all you Copper Bebes and Tree Frogs hooligans, this one is for you. And me of course. [:

Hi, My name is Melanie, and I've gone 72 hours without sweets. With a change in diet, I've decided to start my own support group for sugar addicts like myself. We'll call it Sugar Addicts Anonymous. Oh how original! Teeheehee. Anywho, instead of serving cookies and juice at the end, we'll have protein shakes. Brilliant, no?

Now don't think I'm crazy for what I'm about to say. My brother knows a bit about nutrition. A few of them do actually, but particularly this one. After noticing what I eat [more like what I don't eat] he educated me on the benefits of protein. I thought I was getting enough, even though I am vegetarian. However.... He soon told me the difference between animal and plant protein break downs. So.... although I was getting enough protein for an omnivore, I was at half of what I should be for an herbivore.

Since increasing my protein intake, my sugar cravings have been tamed. For example... There is a bag of delicious chocolate chip oatmeal cookies that have been sitting on our counter since Sunday. Yes. And today is Thursday. It is absolutely fantastic to not be a sugar peon. However.... I still get tripped up on images of sugar.... I've noticed I google images of chocolate and cheesecake more than I used to.... I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad....

You'd think that living in Hawaii has maybe boosted my tan, but sadly, it's barely noticeable still. No worries. I have roughly five years to become not albino.

Lastly, I'll mention the joys of a bus pass. I am absolutely thrilled to not have to shell out $2.50 per ride. I feel a great sense of triumph just flashing my bus card and moving on in the line. And I don't feel so bad for taking a wrong bus, or getting off at the wrong stop. Boom chief! I got the power!

Talk about a nineties flashback. Or was that eighties? In anycase, now comes the part of the day where I become a cleaned up citizen of Hawaii instead of some mangey bum that lounges around all day. Cheers!

P.s. Disclaimer- Increasing protein doesn't necessarily mean eating meat. In fact, I still do not eat meat, I have merely supplemented my diet with protein powder.

Happy Landing, Poke and Costco

2010-08-12T14:59:00.000-07:00

Well, it's official. I live in Hawaii. I arrived a few days ago, and have loved every second of it since. I do believe this is one place for me. The weather is perfect, the people are lovely, and although I haven't made it over to the beach yet, I'll get there.

I've been learning a whole new language, in a sense. I never would have guessed that makai means toward the ocean, kona means leeward, and howle means white person. I'm getting better, but I still have lengths to go. Also... getting my bank set up was fantastic. I now have a bank account. [: With a whole $10 in it! But that's ok for now.

Anywho... I soon learned what poke [pronounced closer to polkie] is. I'm not certain there's anything that compares in the states. It's pretty much cubed sashimi with lots of spices and fun stuff. Being veg, I get to avoid it. Luckily. But it does look very pretty. [:

And to top it all off, we DO have a Costco. Bulk purchasing here I come! [:

Out to enjoy the weather. Cheers! :D

P.s. took this picture on the UH campus. Amazing flower!

Geg, Pandora and Packing

2010-08-03T13:09:00.000-07:00

Well, yours truly is stuck in an airport...

Guess which one?

Spokane.....

Yep. [: But it's ok. I'll get home eventually. And it was completey worth my time to come up here. And it's not like I'm in any rush to be back home... Well, just one. But all that packing? ! Yeah right...,

I suppose I'd better do it anywho though. I can't imagine I'd be too ecstatic to arrive to Hawaii with no luggage. Oops. I guess i wouldn't be as hard to pick out outfits...

In other news, Pandora is feeding my brain ad my ride is 40 minutes late. Abd I mean the plane by that.

So, I'll leave you now to board. Cheers!

Identity, Hawaii and Time

2010-07-23T21:52:00.000-07:00

I really do wish I had a few things of my own. Moreover, I wish I'd found some things already in life. Sure, everything changes after high school, what more could I expect? People, places, things, all the common nouns. In a way I suppose we all grow up. But what happens when we don't? Better yet, what happens when we can't?

I've promised myself to maybe grow up one day. I've promised myself great things.
I've promised myself to become great things. I've promised myself to do great things.

But it's hard for me to keep those promises when all I hear are rumors about me

I will be great. I am great. I can become greater.

Please understand that it will take time to develop my identity. Don't try to inhibit my dreams. Don't try to stop my plans.

If you can't keep up you'll have to get out.

Cheers.

x x x

2010-07-15T13:01:00.000-07:00

No, this isn't a disgusting or graphic post. I just happen to be very excited about my new phone. And yes, I am indeed blogging on it.

BE AMAZED!!! :D

Anywho, unfortunately my inbox isn't working, so text is a no go for now.

BUT!

That doesn't mean stay away.

Cheers!

Sun, Solution and David Tennant

2010-07-11T11:52:00.000-07:00

Ok ok, let's get one thing straight here people. Here's the truth. Brace yourself, and velcro your shoe straps.

Yes, it's true, I recently fake-baked.

-Sigh-

I'm almost ashamed, but not really. I'm more ashamed at how many spray tans and lotions there are, and how many people buy them. I'd lost my faith in them once before, but last week one of my best ladies and I decided to give them a second chance. She was smart, and only did her legs. I was less brilliant, and decided to do my entire body.

Haha.

Someone looks like a tiger!

Rawr!! ;D

So to compensate [besides scrubbing with a brillo pad], I vowed to myself to actually get into the sun. Today was the first day that I've soaked more than 10 minutes of sun. Shazaam for me. Unfortunately, I don't think it did a thing....

Apparently my life is changing in all sorts of directions, as I also changed contact solutions. While I was using Aquify, and it was decent, I switched over to Clear Care at the recommendation of my guy. Oh. My. Gosh. It was like putting on a fresh pair of contacts.... They're both made by Ciba, Clear Care is far superior to anything I've ever used. Spoiler: Clean your lenses at night [when you SHOULD be taking them out anyway! Unless of course you're in Night & Day lenses....] because it takes at least six hours for the solution to neutralize.

Anywho.... Oh! :D That's right! My guy and I recently [another short term change....] finished Season 4 of Dr. Who. AKA the best. AKA my favorite. AKA INCREDIBLE! :D In other words, David Tennant is my favorite actor. Ever. The point it, in the film The End Of Time Pts 1 & 2, The Doctor regenerates into the Doctor of season 5. Unfortunately.... This means no more David Tennant as The Doctor.... I'm not entirely certain my appreciation of Dr. Who will be as great.... I mean, sure, I'll still watch it, but I may not approve as greatly as I did when Tennant was the Doctor. Compare.... Tennant vs Smith.... The superior is clear.

Ok, so maybe their contexts are skewed.... Seeing as Smith looks extremely feminine. Maybe I'll try that again. But, even with those pics it's apparent Tennant is, well.... [: So cute. More professionally, his personality is Shazaam! Though, I suppose to get a fair judgement, I'll actually have to watch the 11th Doctor.... WITH an open mind.... Feh....

Enough of my slight Tennant obsession.

Have a great day. [: Cheers!

Phones, Dairy and Summer

2010-06-22T20:18:00.001-07:00

Yes, it's true, I'm getting a new phone and switching services in July. Why? You ask. Because.... Verizon appears to have better coverage where I'm moving to, that being my little secret. [: In any case, my guy just got a Motorola Droid, and while that's NOT! the phone I'm getting, it DOES! happen to be WAY! cool. [: I do have to say though.... Statistically mine will be twice as cool, and subjectively, mine will be infinitely cooler. However, this isn't a competition, I just happen to be very excited to be getting the HTC Incredible, hopefully sooner than later.

As for dairy.... I don't know exactly how feasible it is to develop allergies half way through life [apparently I'm only living to be 36?], but I've noticed a sensitivity to dairy products [NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I MUST! HAVE ICE CREAM!], and eggs. Not that eggs are dairy. With mixed emotions, I've decided to go vegan for a few weeks, to see if that's really what is causing my digestive tract to be filled with needles, safety pins, and razors. I'll start that at a later date. First I have to finish the half carton of Tillamook Mudslide, unopened Key Lime thing of Ben & Jerry's, and a Napoleon Dynamite, also from B&J's, all sitting in my freezer.

Ah summer. It's no surprise I'm moving somewhere relatively warm year round. Haha. Relatively.... In summer's respect, I've written a lyrical poem. Enjoy. P.S. Please feel free to place it to Baby's Got Back. :D Cheers!

Ode to Summer

I like hot stuff and I cannot lie.
You cold lovers can go cry.
When the sun comes out, and there's no wind chill
my heart begins to beat until
BOOM!
And the clouds depart,
[Syncopated pause] that's when summer starts.
Yeah.

Twinkies, Furry Forks and Hair

2010-06-17T20:53:00.000-07:00

Yes, I'm completely aware that it's June, almost July. If you think YOU'VE been neglected, ask how my pet rock feels....

Anywho, I've discovered, to my great dismay, that no, twinkies are NOT vegan. Nor are they as good as the Hostess Cupcakes. I haven't checked to see if THEY'RE vegan. To my great may [un-dismay?], I'm not vegan yet. So.... Twinkies still for me!

No, I haven't completely neglected my health. I just occasionally snap and MUST have some mega carbs with a touch of cancer.

Because my mother doesn't pack my lunch anymore [boo hoo! What's with this whole adult thing?!], I pack it before I go to work. Ironically [based entirely on the material of most forks], I forget my fork more often than not. Kudos for me for keeping plastic utensils in my car as back ups. Slap on the wrist for me for never cleaning them and letting them grow fuzz....

In case you're wondering, YES! I HAVE cut my hair! And donated it to locks of love. And YES! It IS the first time I've had a major hair change in SIX years! [: Maybe if you're lucky I'll post a picture or two.

Sorry about my absence, though I have to say, I've probably missed my ramblings and epic tales more than you have. I suppose I'l inform you that I'm making a major move in the near future.

I'm out to NOT eat some twinkies.... :D Cheers!

Homecomings, Licenses and Dills

2010-02-16T18:10:00.000-08:00

In order to combat the anxiety produced by the thought of my little brother coming home from Tokyo today, I've decided to do some overdue homework. Not overdue in the sense that it's late, but more like I've procrastinated this far in doing it, and feel slightly ambitious. At least enough to get SOME of it done.... :D That might be the anxiety kicking it again.... He missed his connection flight in LA, so instead of arriving at 3:10 as planned, he's now coming in sometime around 9ish. Oh a school night?! Scandal! Not that I should have absolutely anything to say on that matter, as I haven't been to school for the past 6 days. The first 5 were recreational, however, today absolutely stank! At least in the morning..... :D

To complement my headache, my mother railed on me until I went and renewed my license. Ok, that's a gross overstatement. She simply compelled me to get my license. Or else. So I did. And I took my own sweet time doing it. It took me three hours to get ready. And of course I couldn't drive myself up there with an expired license.... So my mom came too. It would have been more normal if the DMV hadn't been lost. Or moved. And had been a little worse at hide and seek.

Happy birthday to me [again], it wasn't a HORRIBLE picture. At least I don't look like a femmy-man in this one.

Lastly, I'm still avoiding writing my psychology analysis due tomorrow. So.... I'm fighting writing with writing. HAHAHA! The deliciously full jar of petite dill pickles screaming at me to take them back with me to the office isn't exactly a deterrent either. Now that they're half gone and I have more sodium in me than the fabulous Salt Lake and the equivalent of an apple calorically, I'm extremely thirsty. I promise, dill pickles are the best electrolyte replacements after physical exertion. I promise.

Anywho... I'm off to catch my little brother. Or something like that. Cheers! :D

Welcome to the "Real" World

2010-02-09T20:22:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was my first adult birthday.

My alarm didn't go off as planned.

I woke up 30 minutes early and had to skip the makeup, but do the hair.

The makeup I could do later before work.

I stormed out of my room and informed my mother of the hazaards of relying on technology as an alarm clock.

She simply said "Welcome to the real world. Happy birthday."

I suppose I didn't know the real world would hold so many similarities to my previous childhood world, like faulty alarm clocks, and waking up late.

Happy birthday to me. [:

Cheers!

The After Effects of Wired, Taxes and Fake Meat

2010-01-17T10:33:00.000-08:00

Well.... May I add that I was up for forty hours after during the last post? It wasn't just the day then come home and nap. I went out, did my thing, and worked until 8, as usual. I also had plans for that night, which I neglected, as I was about to DIE! when I got home. So I ate some food, brushed my teeth, washed my face [like there's a need for that....], and CRASHED! The 15 minutes in between phone calls seemed like four hours. It was remarkable.... Happily, I still have [most of] my brain cells. [:

I got my W2s a few days ago. Now I just need to fill them out.... Bleh! I have until April 14th, right?

Last night my guy and I [mostly just him] made dinner for my rents and some family. However, because SOMEONE'S vegetarian, the whole pork chorizo thing didn't really work out. Luckily, Smart Dogs has a soy chorizo, which I gracefully let the rest of my family try, and they all came into agreement that it tasted like spicy cardboard. I didn't think they were awful. The dish they were in was absolutely fantastic. Of course I can't pronounce it without fear of totally botching it, but it was delicious. Maybe I'll ask him to spell it for me.... My thing is, I don't have a reason to be vegetarian, other than I like to be. Because of this, I stopped eating meat. So I dont' understand why I would eat fake meat instead, if I stopped eating meat for no reason. Sure, it's a major source of protein, but I like my soy in other forms, primarily smoothies and pudding. OMG! The chocolate tofu pudding is spectacular... You can't even tell there's tofu in it. That's coming from me, a foodie. It's not that my tastebuds are overly developed, it's that my brain distinguishes flavors, smells, and sounds well. Weird, huh? Hahaha.... My brain is at least good for SOMETHING, right?

Anywho, I think my bed is calling me back.... I'm zapped.... Cheers! :D

Wired, Tired and Explications

2010-01-15T00:46:00.000-08:00

I suppose if I stopped drinking this Wired a few hours ago I wouldn't be so wired.... However, I failed to time my fake energy surge, as I needed it to do my homework this evening, but failed to coordinate my homework with the surge. How cute....

This morning [as usual] I felt like I got hit by a bus, and probably will tomorrow morning as well, due to the excessive hours of an irresponsible teen-aged high schooler. Sigh. Oh my pathetic life that's going nowhere.... Ironically, my mom clipped out an article from the paper with a headline of "Late Nights Linked to Teen Suicides." I wonder if she's trying to tell me something.... Something along the lines of.... GO TO BED! But I still have to shower....

Unfortunately, I'm not flawless, and one of those areas is skin. Ick! I wish on all that's holy that I had perfect skin, but I'm far from it. I can literally say that I've tried everything. Currently, I'm on something that I swear is a detriment to my skin. I stopped taking it a few weeks ago, and voila, better skin [comparably] than whilst on it. However, when I told my derm MD this, he insisted that I continue to take it. Sigh.... The five days that I've taken it this year have been hell days for my skin. It's awful again! I WANT to trust my derm MD, but he's NOT! seeing how my skin is relapsing into oober disgustingness as soon as I start taking the Rx again. Bleh. Also, he's been hinting at Accutane for awhile, but my rents are adamant to take every rout BESIDES something that may be the most effective medication I've ever taken. I'm certain they're against it to the point of bringing up my depression [which they refuse to accept on their own], to let my derm MD know that I'm a manic-depressive. Yes, one of THOSE.... Sorry, you can stop reading if you like. But if you've been keeping up [with the sporadic posts..... :D] you probably already knew that. Anywho, leave it be said, I understand they're concerned with potential heightened depression, but why would they wait six years to tell anyone? And why would they only get me help if an MD told them to help me? Can they not see that it's a major issue, and has been for a number of years? Good grief, I don't understand how they can see their princess cut as a clear cry for help, yet not say anything other than I need to snap out of it. As if.

Tomorrow [technically today] is due an explication essay on a poem, for English. P.S. Since I've started to date my guy, my English has taken the back seat, as it mirrors his. Awkward, I know. So if I go Yoda on you, that's why. Anywho, that's what I was utilizing the Wired for. Mm.... Delicious.... But please, hold your criticism of energy drinks until a later date, as I already know of the potential hazards and ill-effects. In any case, I greatly dislike analyzing the author's intent of poems, as well as the format, mood, tone, diction, blah blah blah. I have a difficult enough time analyzing my own poetry, and trying to figure out what it means, how I feel about it, why I used the words I did, what I want it to say to the world, and who the speaker is, let alone someone else's. It's nothing less than a psychological analysis of the poet and the speaker, and I don't feel qualified, and much less justified, in trying to do so. Billy Collins's "Introduction to Poetry" mirrors my opinion. Ironically, the first time I read that poem, we were doing the exact opposite of what he so politely requested, and we were trying to find a meaning to it, and why he used the words he did, and blah blah blah. Mega FAIL!

Anywho.... Adding techno to my mix isn't helping me feel more tired in the least.... I suppose now I know what to do the next time I need to pull an all-nighter, not that I was planning one for tonight. I suppose if I go shower maybe I'll zap some energy out. Hot water always drains you. Pardon the pun. Well, it wasn't a pun unless you're a pasta. Hahahaha.... I'm too much for even me. No wonder I'm the way I am. :D Cheers!

Moderation, Resolutions and Failure To Comply

2010-01-05T19:37:00.000-08:00

Most religions agree that all things should be used in moderation, aside from the religion itself. Ironic. Probably why I'm closer to renouncing religion than not. In any case, I feel one of the most valid applications of this principle is with sugar and food consumption. I'll admit some particularly sensitive stuff in this post, so you are warned.

I'm a foodie. Yes, a foodie. Funny to hear that coming from a vegetarian, which slightly limits the food I can judge, but at least I know I won't get trichinosis or salmonella. Also, this way I don't have to encounter weird stuff like slugs with fish eggs. Acquired taste, HA! Only because some people are dumb enough to keep eating it until they've convinced themselves they ENJOY it!

But I shouldn't really say that, as I've slowly acquired a taste for braised tofu. Not really a taste, but more of a texture. Or lack of. Or just preference for mush. At least if I lose all my teeth I'll still get my protein.... Hahaha.

Aside from my aside, because I never make any new years' resolutions, I decided to make one this year, and depressingly, I broke it before I even resolved to do it, and then promptly after I made it, this being to moderate my obsessive sugar intake. While I've done it before for almost a year, I haven't managed to harness it yet. I believe sunshine will help with that. If it ever comes back. What's the point of it expanding and engulfing our planet if it won't even keep us warm now? Ha.....

Because of my broken resolutions, I've become motivated to.... Well, nothing in particular. I've dropped most motivation to anything besdides physical appearance and talent. Cards are grouped with talent, right?

I've almost devoted myself to getting more sleep, but so far I haven't been able to fully commit. But I'm still a good person, fret not.

Seeing as my mind totally blanked [probably from lack of sleep; I'm still on vacation sleep schedule, which is probably why it stinks so much dragging my sorry carcass out of bed at 6:30 am], I suppose I'll peace out and leave you to your lives again. Cheers! :D

P.S. I'm a fan of this picture. Comments?

Age, Time and the Age Time Continuum

2010-01-03T14:16:00.000-08:00

Well. It's official. I'm a horrible blogger. But more excitingly, there's less than two months until my birthday. Five weeks and one day to be exact, but who's counting? Seriously.... ME! :D This has to be one of my most exciting birthdays yet, and I don't even have anything planned. How does that work? Maybe because.... I'll be able to buy cigarettes and lotto tickets. Huzzah.... Totally kidding. Though I MAY go sky-diving.... Just because I can.... Or will be able to....

Apparently it's 2010. Does that make anybody else feel.... Well.... Old?! AH! ME! The cute little kid! Almost a real adult! Gasp. That's frightening. That means I can't to TPing anymore. Or at all. I suppose since I've never done it.... And it will be illegal soon.... Who's free in the next 5 weeks? Hahaha.... I make myself laugh far too often. Most people don't understand. But my brain works in a weird way, to where I get what I'm thinking [most of the time], but since no one else sees my thoughts, they don't understand why I'm hilarious. I suppose I jump to too many atypical conclusions. I.E. What do you get when you cross an jelly-bean and a question? What do you mean jelly-bean?

Because I'm getting so old, time appears to be quickening its pace. I haven't yet come to accept it.... I'm drowning in denial. I'm floundering in doubt. I'm chained in disbelief. I haven't even adjusted to writing 2010 on anything. Good thing I have a stock of white-out at my desk, and good thing insurances are lenient on the amount of it acceptable on the HICF forms. Hahaha.... In case you've forgotten, I work as a receptionist/optician, and do LOTS of insurance forms and phone calls. Huzzah! And it's still amazing. [:

I'm also in a new relationship. Well, not new. Over a month old! But more recent that not. Things are going extremely well. He's absolutely amazing. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get a picture. Maybe.

I suppose that wraps it up.

No, no it doesn't.

My little brother turns 21 today, and will be coming home in exactly six weeks and four days. I hope things have improved in our relationship. I was able to talk with him on Christmas, though it was at 6 am our time. Ick! No worries though, we had a nice conversation. For the third time in our existance. The first two were Christmas and Mothers' Day the year before. How weird is that? I'm better friends with his friends than I was with him. Hopefully that's changed, and we've both grown up. Time will tell....

Mm ok. That really does wrap it up. [: Cheers my lovelies!

Wastes of My Life, Pine and Carbs

2009-12-13T10:33:00.000-08:00

Welcome to December, the ultimate waste of time. I believe with the exception of a few birthdays and some stupid holiday break, this month is utterly worthless. It's cold, it's ugly, and it's hard to run in. It also has few positives.

One that I have found however, would be the lovely smell of dying pine trees, as we've cut them down to make wreaths and Christmas trees. Not that my family does either, as we're mostly sCrooges [with the exception of my sister and some brothers, I think], but my office has become especially festive. The behemoth of a wreath hanging behind my desk is intoxicating scent wise. I'm shocked I can even function it's so overwhelmingly delicious.

As for holiday break, if my family and guy didn't celebrate Christmas [to some extent], I don't believe I would take the time to. Not that there's anything wrong with extensive commercialism or anything, I just prefer to sleep. Lots.

In dealing with partial days of school, I actually try not to. Were they in the afternoon, then I may be more inclined to attend. However, as they're starting at 7:50 am, and mine ends around 10, It's not even worth it to take the time to wake up, get pretty, warm my car up, pick out clothes, etc. etc. just to go for two hours. LAME! So, I've decided that I'll just be staying home. What really stings is that the absence is counted an entire day. Ouch!

Also unfortunately, I become the carb monster. Cookie Monster has nothing on me.... Nevertheless, the winter brings sweet and carb-ie cravings. SO BAD FOR WHEN THE SUMMER RUNNING COMES! Meh....

Anywho, I suppose I'll go do something about my pathetic and miserable life. Cheers. Or something.

Thanksgiving, The Flying M, and Jim Gaffigan

2009-11-26T11:30:00.000-08:00

Huzzah!

It's Thanksgiving! My first set of vegetarian holidays. [: This should be definitely interesting, but I'm still excited.

Yesterday I spent the day with two good friends of mine at the Flying M coffee house. Very fun, very fun.

Anywho, the highlight of my week [one of them] is my renewed appreciation for one of my favorite comedians Jim Gaffigan.... Particularly cake, bacon, and ordering food. "I didn't know I was getting a magic salad...."

I think I'll be out to finish [or start] my college app essays... Huzzah! :D Cheers.

Annual Morning Sickness, Movies and Homework

2009-11-13T13:41:00.000-08:00

Welcome back to the world of throwing up in the morning, and gradually feeling better throughout the day. Some would blame it on pregnancy. I, however, know better. It's simply a reaction to a bazaar tweak in my innards. Every year.

Anywho, as I've been unable to get up in the morning [and keep my contents], I've missed a few days of school. Tragically, all of my classes are morning classes, as I only attend school for four periods of the six. Fail.... Because of this, I spend the majority of my sick time watching movies. Blah.... I know, I know. My brain is melting. But hey, I've developed a greater appreciation for Pixar. Love them.... [:

However, I've neglected to obtain my homework from school. Luckily, I have great friends at school that are willing to hunt and gather my junk AND! bring it to me. My friends rock.

Hopefully this whole morning sickness thing leaves. Not that this isn't the second year in a row. And oddly enough, I haven't thrown up at all this round. I've just been terribly nauseous. Huzzah! We're making progress! :D I hope. Cheers!

Grey Grey GREY!!!!

2009-11-08T13:13:00.001-08:00

I would just like to inform the world that I've been finding more GREY hairs in my hair than I would like.

AHHHH!!!!

Grey Eyes, Grey Skies and Color My Life Red

2009-11-03T15:08:00.000-08:00

In the past few weeks, I've failed to mention that I bought grey contacts. They. Are. Magnificent. Of course, I say that because I notice eyes immediately in regards to people. However, it seems that few reciprocate. I'm sure you're aware of when a person looks, actually looks, into you eyes. It's not creepy [most of the time], it's likely in search of something. But I've noticed how very few people take eyes seriously.

It may have something to do with being an optician, maybe it's always been a fascination of mine. In any case, people notice something different when I wear colored contacts, but they can't typically place what it is. Happily, my eyes seem to suck fewer souls when grey. Whatever that means. [:

During winter, there is rarely a blue sky. Here at least. I hate it. I love grey, more than any other color. I love concrete. I love a concrete jungle. I love a grey sky over a concrete jungle. BUT! Grey is usually associated with cold. As it has been here.

Hopefully my eyes aren't cold.

Walk through this winter, no scrapes or scabs.

Walk through this winter, on to next spring.

Cheers. [:

November, Ice and Nail Polish

2009-11-01T17:29:00.000-08:00

Huzzah, it's November.

Not much is new, except for my neglected blog.... ]: Tears, I know.

In any case, 13 weeks until my birthday, which equates to 13 weeks until I'm legally FREE!!! No, not that kind silly. :D

Life with my guy is great. I'm glad I have him, and hopefully I mean as much to him as he does to me. No fake.

I went running this morning for the first time in weeks. Happily, my cough has cleared out to merely an uncomfortable scratch, occasionally. This being, the run was fantastic. All 22:45 minutes of it. [: P.S. It's way cold! I hate the cold, and always have. Especially the way it knifes the back of your esophagus when you try to do anything requiring oxygen. Haha.

I painted my nails again, happily. There seems to be few things as relaxing and enjoyable as nail painting. Well, aside from the vexation of accidentally smudging them. And when you run out of your favorite color. And the smell. And killing all your braincells. And when it chips off. And when it doesn't look right. And when you're in a rush so you have to slap it on regardless of what it looks like. Well. It's mostly enjoyable....?

While I make no promises [in this regard], I'll attempt to frequent my blog-writing-pad more often.

P.S. I finished my college application, and await notice.

Cheers. [:

Cali, Colds and Carob

2009-10-18T12:41:00.000-07:00

Well.... At least I have a great excuse for my absence this time.... I was in LA! :D I have to admit though, I didn't have as great of a time as I should have, simply because I felt my guy should have been there too. However, I can't help it if my brother was completely out of his mind to not invite him. Lame sauce.

Anywho, yes, it's true, I saw the ocean whilst there, and it was absolutely fantastic. I. Love. LA. Not that I saw all of it. I was limited to where I could go, because a. I'm female [which equals no wandering alone], b. I'm an attractive female [which equals no wandering alone], c. my resident brother was way too stressed to shower, let alone play tour-guide, d. my family wasn't apt to traveling to the concrete jungle for the most part [which is totally ok, we all had a nice time with what we did do], and e. we were are strapped for time with helping my uber stressed twin to prepare his decorations and jazz. It was crazy! It wasn't entirely worth it to miss some formal events occuring at home but because it was my brother, and my favorite brother at that, I went, looked pretty, and supported him. Well, not that I looked entirely pretty as I cried all my perfect makeup off as I gave my brother away for the second time....

However, I happened to have a cold the entire time I was there. You know, the whole 'hack up your lung and then spit it out before curling up and dying' kind of cold. I still have a little of the sinus crud, so that made it a bit less enjoyable as well. I don't know.... It wasn't that it wasn't enjoyable, it was more like I was in a personal hell which inhibited me from having the time of my life. You know, the whole 'let's have an episode in the middle of the month when I'm supposed to be having a great time' kind of episode. Sort of like a 'I wish the world would just crash, burn, go to hell, and leave me alone' thing. Sort of like 'I wish my guy were here and my brother weren't aloof enough to note that aside from my dad [my mom stayed home because she'd just had emergency surgery that split open and removed half of her], I should have had my guy there.... Next time.... Anywho, pictures should be on my facebook soon, but maybe I'll tease you with something.... :D

Lately, I've been all hyped about sugar, because it's entirely wonderful. But, really it's not. It's not even half wonderful! Except for the immediate ecstacy it produces. However, I've noticed that I'm an absolute sugar addict.... No kidding either. Once I start, it's like I have no desire to quit, until I get so disgustingly sick enough to say "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" As a result, through the years I've quit sugar, and promptly failed to keep that resolution due to the temptress unregulated by the FDA.... However, I've discovered Carob, a chocolate substitute. That, and super dark chocolate [which I adore, because it's more chocolate than sugar/cream/pollutants]. This way, I still get oodles of chocolate, with not as much sugar. Brilliant, isn't it? I know. :D I'm jazzed. I suppose I'll be out to get ready. For what, I'm not sure yet.... Maybe... an adventure? We'll see. Cheers! :D

The Demise of Cross Country, One Cough and A Few Bland Essays

2009-09-28T11:58:00.000-07:00

There's nothing more enjoyable to me than running.

That's a complete lie.

There are many things that are much more enjoyable.

However, none so dear.

Because of the massive amounts of time cross country was taking up, I felt obligated to drop it, merely to continue my life in a not-as-stressed fashion.

I cried for many hours over it.

I still run.

I wish I could run with the team.

One benefit, however, is that I now can do "fun-runs," or city sponsored 5ks without getting kicked off the team. I know, it's ridiculous, but whilst on the school team we weren't allowed to participate in any races that weren't school approved. Heaven forbid someone bring something illicit, to a group of aspiring athletes. Well.... On second thought, if an Olympic athlete does, who knows about a bunch of us....

Anywho, I've developed a cough in the last two weeks. Has it been that long since I've blogged? Holy smokes. Just about. In any case, it's driven me CRAZY! It didn't even have any substance until a few days ago, when my lungs finally relinquished their phlegmy prisoners. Quite disgusting. Now I not only have a raw pharynx, but I'm also lung-booger-coating it in addition. Attractive. I know.

In other news, I've needed to write a few essays for my English class. Ironically, they incorporated blogging. Not so ironically, they really suck. HELP! I KNOW I'M NOT A GOOD WRITER! HOW CAN I IMPROVE?!

Feel free to hit me up with any advice you want to throw at me. {: AND DON'T MAKE IT GENTLE! I want hard, sound, logical advice. :D Cheers!

Silverwood, 5ks and Chocolate Cake

2009-09-13T18:06:00.000-07:00

Wow!

That's pretty much it.

Just kidding. {: You've missed me too much for me to only share that.

No really. I went to northern Idaho this weekend with my xc team. Holy cow! A bunch of running junkies crammed into a bus for 9 hours is NOT! the happiest ride I've ever taken! So much for doing my homework on the bus.... :D Anywho, the race we ran was in Silverwood theme park. We camped [quite literally] at the campgrounds across from the park, and the next morning ran behind the park in the weird terrain of it. No, we didn't get to run through the park proper. We just played in it after the race....

I have to admit. I'm almost proud of the time I ran this particular 5k in. It was a really great race course. I don't know if it was the course, or the fact that I kept my smiles and thumbs in, but I shaved 4 minutes off my 30:24 down to a 26:35. PSYCHE! Who knew I could ever run a 5k in such a time? My goal is to get it below 25, at least, if not lower. However, I'm still aware that it's ridiculously slow. BUT! I'm still excited. {: Hooray! Might I add that the number one of the varsisty girls ran it in 18:05. CRAZY! I watched her for the majority of the race, and she was about 12 yards in front of the second the entire time. She was amazing. P.S. I'm on JV. But not for long.

Happily, for dinner we were all supposed to dress funky. Of course I pulled out my green vinyl miniskirt, lumberjack t-shirt, boyscout shirt, red vinyl belt, red converse, fishnets, tube socks, and FANGS! You heard me. Unfortunately, I forgot my sill hat.... Sad day! It was a great night regardless. Perhaps I'll steal pictures from the facebook xc site. Haha.... I'm so resourceful....

Ironically, on the bus ride home today my good friend and I bought chocolate cake. How runner-ish of us. It was one instance where I would have gladly taken a glass of skim milk. Yes. You just heard me say that. Chocolate cake and PB&A zammiches are pretty much the only exception to my loathing of milk. :D Love me.... Anywho, I'd best go de-carb somehow other than running. Maybe I'll just amp on protein. HA! There's a novel idea. {: I've missed you guys.... Cheers!

Sleep, Homecoming and Birds

2009-09-06T12:21:00.000-07:00

Seeing as school has started again [um yeah, pretty much a week ago....], I'm not surprised that my sleep has been reduced from the already too little before it started. Oh well. So if you catch me snoozing once I sit down, that's likely why.

While I thought that I stretched adequately post race on Friday, I've discovered [in the most uncomfortable manner] that I did not. Note to self: Stretch until you almost break, then stretch some more. You'll feel better. The next day.

Recently, I learned that our Homecoming dance is on the same weekend as one of our big races. Great. Two things I love. Formals and races. How am I to choose? Awkwardly, I decided to go to Homecoming. Because I had that lined up, I was sorely disappointed to be informed that it happens to also be the same weekend as my brother's wedding in LA. SAD DAY! I was so looking forward to Homecoming! Now I'm missing it twice; one for the race, the second for the wedding. I'm inclined to not go, simply so I can stay home and go to the dance. Seriously. They all got to experience their homecomings. And yet I won't. Sob story.

Outside my window the cacophony of birds is unnerving. I suppose I'll be out to straighten my hair and go on a picknic with my other half. I love him.... {: Cheers!

School, Work and Races

2009-09-05T07:00:00.000-07:00

Well, I suppose now that school is in session I have a legit excuse to not be blogging so much. It's not that I'm out doing blog worthy things, unless you love reading about the monotony of homework. Hey, if that's your fancy, more power to you. The world needs more geeks like you. [; No really. It's more that I'm out doing homework, and running, and working, and not having enough time to see my other half. It's tragic really. Before school started up again we were spending the majority of time together, quite happily. Now that I'm away most of the time, life is ridiculously lonely. That's not to say I don't have enough to do without him, but I'd prefer to be with him than what I'm currently doing. I.E. The next five months. This could be long.

Happily, I have the most amazing employers, who are completely willing to work with my insane schedule, comprised specifically of school and cross country. In reciprocating, I've opted to take a work release class to where I'm available at 1:00 p.m., instead of the typical 3:00 p.m. when school usually gets out. However, because of xc, I'm available only from 1-3, and 6-8. I know, it's odd. The best part about this situation is after xc is over, I'll be available from 1-8 consecutively if they want me. Hooray!

Yesterday was the first 5k I've done in my entire life. While the time wasn't magnificent, I was completely proud of myself for a. not stopping at any point, b. maintaining a steady+fast pace the entirety of it, and c. even passing a few chickas. Mostly, I'm amazed that it was so fun. However, my joy was soon broken when after I finished a number of people [coaches and members alike] commented how I wasn't taking it seriously enough, because I was smiling almost the entire time. I'm aware that I shouldn't take it so personally, but to be immediately cut after feeling so accomplished and moving my trash out for the last 3.1 miles was a bit more disheartening than I expected. Also, I knew my parents wouldn't be there, which was completely understandable, but once the race was over and I saw most of the other kids with their rents so proud of them my heart sank a little more. I suppose now I'm just whining. Initially I considered dropping the team. But I've trained so hard to just quit. I couldn't rationalize it. I still can't. But I don't particularly want to be part of a team that doesn't even smile. Input anyone?

I suppose now I'm out to shower for work. I just got back about ten minutes ago from another run. I now understand why people think distance runners are crazy. Because they are. Who runs a 5k and then less than 8 hours later go run another 45 minutes? Cheers.

The Usual, Cross Country and Work

2009-08-18T17:53:00.000-07:00

As stated, my life hasn't changed much. Well.... Except for the amazing man I now have in it. In that regard, it has changed significantly, for the best. Love him.... {:

Yet the same jazz still happens to me. I.E. Late night trips to Hell*Mart with my mom. While on a quest for cotton squares [makeup removal, duh!], I was on the phone with my man. Probably not the best idea, seeing as I usually just get angry in Hell*Mart, and then end up taking it out on other people. Sad day. My frustrations were renewed when I finally found them. In the gardening section. Next to the mascara and garden hoses. Why didn't I look there first? I suppose the event that really confirmed my passionate loathing of Hell*Mart was when I asked the cashier to borrow [not steal mind you] a pen to write down my transaction. Unnaturally, her response was "I don't have any pens." I was appalled! Who doesn't have six thousand pens at their desk or checkstand?! Are they moronic or something?! Clearly.

Cross country started [officially] on the 14th. I.E. Five days ago. Happily, I've been running with the team, simply because we've been meeting at a crisp 7:30 am. While I absolutely hate running in the morning, I have to admit, there's nothing like an am endorphin shot to make my day. Well, along with my guy. But that's another matter entirely. Anywho, I've realized that while hills on a bike were somewhat difficult, hills on foot are straight from Hell. Not only are they longer and steeper, but the recovery is less appreciated, for some strange reason. I haven't quite figured that one out yet. However, we haven't done hills yet as a team, so we'll see how that goes tomorrow morning. Yesterday was a workout of 4x3, which meant today was a recovery run. I.E. Forty five minutes of pure bliss. Love it....

Anywho, work is going fabulously well. I absolutely love my job. Always have, and hopefully always will. I'll be very sad [and cry a little even now] just thinking of having to cut back for the next eleven weeks, because of my ridiculous cross country schedule. Hopefully, after the season, I'll be able to work back to my normal schedule.... I'll be the first to admit, I'm a workaholic. This is why I'm not married yet. I love my job too much.

Speaking of which, I should actually be out quite soon. Cheers! :D

Sun Valley Recap

2009-08-09T23:15:00.000-07:00

Um whoa.... While it's great to be back to reality, I can't say that I don't miss my dear Sun Valley experience. It truly is the best week of the entire year. Try imagining a week straight of classical music, with great people, and tons of pictures. {: Yeah.... I thought so. It's absolutely fabulous.

We left last Sunday, and arrived after a brief 2 hour car trip down one of the prettiest drives in Idaho. Absolutely gorgeous....

From there on it was pretty much a party everyday. Late nights, early mornings, the usual. {: Three hours of piano classes a day. Three hours with marvelous pianists that know what they're doing. Getting to play around in one of the prettiest resort towns in the U.S. for the rest of the day. Taking pictures when bored. Twenty four hours of laughter with my best friend. Life is good. :D

Anywho, maybe if you're lucky I'll post some pics later. Seeing as I only have about 8000 of them. Or.... Just check my facebook.... :D Cheers!

Sun Valley Summer Symphony, Work and All That Jazz

2009-08-02T11:07:00.001-07:00

Note: This contains disturbing material.

I'll be gone for the next week.

AHHHH!!!

So scary! I know!!!! :D

But I know you'll all miss me.

Millions of cool blog-worthy things have happened in the past few days, all of which I've been too busy doing to blog about. But no worries, I've definitely been thinking of you all.

Anywho, I'll be gone this week for nerdy classical music camp.

And I'll love every minute of it.

Work has been great, I absolutely adore my job. If I could, I would keep it forever.

But as we all know, I'll eventually have to get over it and move on.

Oh gads.

I'm in love with my job.

I fear that breakup....

My guess is it will be messy....?

In other news, I've found that I work best [occasionally] under pressure. More later. Gotta' go party for a week. Cheers! :D

Movies, Retainers and Zombies

2009-07-19T10:44:00.001-07:00

There's something absolutely refreshing about movies. Especially when they're free. Or something like it. And when they have Hugh Jackman in them. -Sigh- Love his body.... He and Stallone [in the 70's and 80's and 90's of course....] have two of the nicest man bodies in the entire world....

This morning I went to my last orthodontics appointment for the next six months.... Sad day indeed! ]: I love my orthodontist visits! They were the highlight of every 5 weeks! It's ok though.... My personal tooth fairy has been slightly bitter, because I've had to rearrange my appointments due to work. Because of that, I had to sacrifice my throne to some sniveling little punk that doesn't appreciate her nearly as much as I do. Because of this, when my departure occurred, I didn't have the chance to express my love and admiration for her. So later she sent me a post card verbalizing her great displeasure of me not saying good-bye. I immediately resolved to write her a novelette to send to her. However.... Seeing as I haven't even touched my blog for the last week, and my journal less than that. Long story short[er], today when I saw her, she gave me a look that said "WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO ME ANYMORE CHICA?! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!!!" To which I quickly retorted "I meant to bring you the novel [I didn't get around to writing] but I forgot!" So now I really do have to get it on paper, and send it to her, manila envelope, first class mail, the works, ect. The point of the matter, is now I only have to wear my retainers at NIGHT! instead of all the time. And my retainer is really tight, because they tightened it....

Because I'm sick of not running with the team [most of the time....], I decided to take clothes to change into at the park, and just head over after work to run. Success. However, on the run, there happened to be this oober biker that happened to encounter times more than comfortable to me. The first time I noticed him was as he emerged from the riverbank on my left, as we were heading East. He wore a backpack with an unopened camping pad, and a hiking-style backpack. Plus his bike clicked. Anywho.... If we didn't pass him so many times and were passed by him so many times, I probably would have been more comfortable with that scenario.... The reason I say zombie is mostly because of the circumstances of our first meeting. Seriously, who climbs out from the bushes? An ambushers! Aside from that who? ZOMBIES! I really should stop thinking so much about them. That's all. Problem solved. Well.... Not really.... I still have nightmares, I'll admit. I'm pretty much still a four year year old in my mind and maturity in dealing with scary stuff.

Anywho.... I suppose I'd best be out to tend to my horribly neglected journal.... :D Cheers!

P.S. I hope you've missed me. {:

P.P.S. I didn't finish this post until the 22nd..... :D Love you!

Olive Oil Pt II, Pea Soup and Bug Spray

2009-07-15T15:57:00.000-07:00

Phew! No worries guys! The olive oil was completely rancid. :D I'm not a horrible baker. However.... I still feel bad for subjecting my guests to that level of jazz.... YUCK! Of course I didn't notice this until I made a magnificent salad, complete with grapes, feta, mozzarella, and all that good stuff. When I noticed the salad tasted extremely bitter, I smelled the oil, and WHOA! It was BAD! Yeah.... Not so great. :D

While my favorite color is green, I have to admit, my current nail polish I swear is LIME! Green! My accomplice doesn't entirely agree with me. He's determined it's split pea soup green. I wouldn't be offended or anywhere near it, were he not so obviously wrong. Clearly, my nail polish is LIME! Green! It doesn't matter in the eternities however. But it's still not pea soup green.

A few evenings ago, I went on a fantastic PM run, at about 11. Because of the lateness of the hour, my dad insisted that I tank up on bug spray. Might I add that it was vile. Absolutely horrendous! Blegh.... Try running five miles with your lungs clogged with DEET. Not only that, but he made sure I applied it to my face as well. TRY RUNNING FIVE MILES TRYING NOT TO BREATH THAT CRAP! I think it did more harm than help. Ironically, I also think I was bit whilst out. Happily, my running-mate and I squished rolley-pollies on my almost sidewalk afterward. Well.... I squished them.... He was too much of a girl to....

In any case, I suppose I'm out to finish watching Rocky IV, i.e. the best Rocky film ever. However, I'm slightly partial to numbers two and three as well.... Five is just lame, and I haven't seen six. But I heard that was lame too. I suppose I adore IV mostly because Sylvester Stallone has the most beautiful body of the V flicks.... What can I say. I adore his Rocky body. It's pretty much the ideal male body. Before this gets weirder, I'll say.... CHEERS! :D

Olive Oil, Long Days and Ap Test Scores

2009-07-11T18:57:00.001-07:00

Ugh. This is completely sucky.

I hostess-ed a card party tonight, where I coerced all of my guests to play cards with me [because I get lonely sometimes] and eat brownies.

However, while making the brownies a disaster occurred, in the form of a baking substitution. Here's the scoop. I was out of baking chocolate, so I substituted the usual three tablespoons baking cocoa + two tablespoon oil for every ounce needed. However, we were also out of vegetable oil, and grapeseed oil. So I ended up using olive oil.

Bad idea.

Absolutely disgusting. And I actually fed them to my guests! I'm completely surprised they didn't get up and LEAVE!

This was last night of course.

Today was another not so happy day. I worked from 9:30-6:00. No problems there, had there been a more exciting schedule. No fake. I suppose it would have been nicer had I not also screwed up whilst closing.

To further the series of unfortunate events, my AP test scores came back, and once again, I'm only average. Quite literally. Of the three tests I took, I scored a scant 3 on each. That's absolutely pathetic. Why, when I work my trash off in two of those three classes, do I only score average? Hooray for episodes. Exactly what I needed at this time in my life, another episode set off by something so stupid as a test score. But it's not really that stupid. How am I supposed to be accepted into medical school if on my MCATs I score only average? Why would they want someone average in their school? Why would anyone want only an average surgeon or psychiatrist? It's junk like this that makes me want to say "Screw it, I'm going to be a cosmetologist." Who knows. I could likely get into that school. Psh. With my luck I'd suck at that as well. I'd probably use some product a person's allergic to and they'd go into anaphylactic shock and die. Great. Wouldn't that be ideal. Not to mention if I can't even do my own makeup why would anyone else want me to do theirs? Logical.

Great. Now I'm just being whiny. I can't help it. I feel insignifigant to what I think that I am. I feel sub-par to my platonic conception of myself. I don't measure up to the standards I've created in my head. However, my pride is restricting me from changing them, and not making them so high. Then I'd be a failure. However, I appear to be failing now, so what would be the difference? At least then my goals might be attainable. But they are now. However, they seem not to be. Whatev. Cheers.

The past 6 days?

2009-07-09T11:02:00.000-07:00

Whoa! :D So much for the return of the prodigal blogger! No worries people, I'm back. I think.

Not much has happened lately, just running, working, and sometimes sleeping.

That's about it.

Catch you later. {:

Cheers.

AM Life, Humidity and PM Life

2009-07-03T21:40:00.000-07:00

As if it's not bad enough having to be alive during the summer, let's just throw some AM running in there to make it a little more enjoyable for Mel. Yeah. So cute. HA! No really. AM running is one of the most disgusting activities in the entire world. Of course I say that because I'm bias, and hate mornings and all to do with them, but hey, that's how I roll.

The air today was so thick I felt like if I spit in it it would come back and hit me in the face. Or something like that. It was ridiculous. Because running through water is difficult, running through thick air is only slightly less arduous. Sheesh. Try sweating to stay cool with humidity like that.

Anywho, seeing as my posts continue to get shorter with time, I suppose I'll explain partially why. It's mostly because I usually can't remember what I'm supposed to be blogging about, because I forget my material quickly. Yes, I know, I'm a horrible person. Truly though, running 17+ hour days tends to catch up with you. I mean, me. Or something like that. In any case, I am to be gone, to maybe try sleeping. :D Cheers.

Granny Smiths, Ugly T Shirts While Mowing and Mowing One Acre With No Time To Mow

2009-07-02T21:32:00.000-07:00

While on this stupid no-sugar kick that I'm starting to hate, I've decided to give Granny Smith apples a second chance. As a snotty, sugar loaded little kid, I never liked them, simply because they were nevery sweet enough. No worries though. Not eating excessive amounts of sugar every day has entirely changed my opinions of taste. Which is why when I ate a Granny Smith apple today, it was absolutely amazing. My views of apples have now changed, being that I now greatly dislike [comparably] red apples, and much prefer yellow and green. Who ever thought? Not me. :D

In any case, I decided to get some use of my Ugly History T Shirt. So I mowed a portion of my lawn in it. WOW! I usually get cars to slow down almost sneakily and stare, but today was even more than usual. I have a feeling they were focusing more on the Ugly History T Shirt than anything else. What can I say? It's an ugly t shirt, fo sho.

I've noticed in the past few months, my titles have become considerably longer....

There's just something about mowing a lawn that usually takes 2.5 hours over the space of three days. It's.... Exhilarating. And frustrating. Exhilarating in that I only had to mow 50 minutes a day, frustrating that I had to mow three days in a row to finish a stupid lawn I should have been able to in a 2.5 hour block. But hey, that's what happens when you're me, and you have a weird work schedule.... And you decide not to mow your lawn on your day off, because you're too busy playing.... :D

Anywho, I suppose I'll be off to NOT! mow my lawn, seeing as it's DONE! Hooray! :D Cheers.

Knots, Trousers and Pudding

2009-06-29T20:47:00.000-07:00

There's something about not blogging in 12 years and coming back to it.

:D

The prodigal blogger has returned.

No really. There's also something amazing about knots, and how they hold together so nicely. Or something like that. Well.... Not my knots.... But well constructed knots.... :D Yes, I pretty much flunked boy-scouts.... No worries, I made up for it in the beauty department. I could never be a boy-scout, for a myriad of reasons, the first being that I'm not a boy. Second, that I don't have the attention span to tolerate all of the other stupid little boy-scouts.

Anywho, I've fallen in love [again] with trousers. There's something magical about them. Well.... If masculinizing femininity is magical.... Truly, I am reminded of Manwear Wednesdays. I'm not entirely sure if I'll continue that fad at my school next year. It didn't exactly catch on.... I suppose the rest of them female student body wasn't as jazzed about cross dressing one day per week as I was....

Success of the day. I made the most amazing pudding, from scratch, and you would never eat it if I told you what was in it. Well.... Maybe you would.... It was made from firm tofu, cocoa powder, a dash of sugar, vanilla, salt, and probably some other stuff that I'm not remembering. It. Was. Absolutely. Amazing. So much better than the mousse.... Don't get me wrong. The mousse was amazing. However. This was astonishingly tasty and surprisingly healthy. What other pudding has more than 6 g of protein per serving? Yeah. No kidding. {: Love it.

Seeing as I'm slightly summer-ed out, I suppose I'll be gone. Cheers.

Memory, Senescence and Stuff Like That

2009-06-26T18:12:00.000-07:00

Apparently I'm older than I thought.... My memory is so shot it's not even funny! Well.... It might be, if it weren't reality.... :D More on that later, if you're lucky.

Anywho, because I look so young for my age, it's ridiculous to try to tell people how old I really am. When I do, they usually just laugh and brush it off. Haha, very funny. I think most of it has to do with my height, though it's pretty much ideal. I don't get it....

Ragh. I'm so done with blogging today. I seriously need to crash.

For some stupid reason, last night I didn't get to sleep until 2 am, simply because at 1 am I started to crave hot food, so I made hot food, and then was endorphined until I pretty much cried, partly from the chili hot food, but mostly from the run earlier that evening. Yeah. It was lots of fun to wake up at 8 am this morning. Loved it! Can't wait to do it again!

Ha. I'm gone. Cheers.

The Greatness of Running, Michael Jackson and Tofu Mousse

2009-06-25T21:29:00.000-07:00

AHHHH!!!! RUNNING IS ONE OF MY NEW FAVORITE PAST TIMES! :D Probably why you're done hearing about it.... However, I'm not done sharing. {: Today was an absolutely fantastic run. Loved it! Probably because I was all hyped up on carbs, so I was totally ready. Plus, it was later in the day, so I totally had time to hydrate. HUZZAH! :D

Today is a very sad day. One of my heroes, Michael Jackson, is now gone. No worries though, his legend will live on. I'm considering denying his death, like some people feel about Elvis. But, denial is NOT! a river in Egypt, so I suppose I'll celebrate his amazing music, and be glad that he's been so generous and philanthropic.

My sugar-free life is crashing! Almost. :D I made a vegetarian mousse today, and it was absolutely fantastic! But it was really sugary, compared to what I've been eating [or not eating, if you will]. Even though it was made with semi-sweet chocolate, it was still waaaaaaaay sugar loaded. Likely what influenced the greatness of my run.... :D Huzzah! Ironically, it was made of tofu, and very delicious. {: I'm gone. Cheers!

Fluids, Peanut Butter and Time

2009-06-24T20:14:00.001-07:00

UGH!

MORNING RUNS SUCK!

There are reasons why I'm a NOT! a morning person!

I'd think that because I'm not a morning person I wouldn't go running in the morning.

My work schedule dictates otherwise.

Oh well. However, I will admit that most morning runs are sucky, because I haven't had time to hydrate before I go run. Yuck! That gets weird.

Anywho, we're completely out of natural peanut butter. It is a sad day. I've had to revert back to the super-hydrogenated crap. Anything that tastes that amazing has to be crappy for me. But my gosh. It's so... amazing! Probably all of the hydrogen going to my head.... I might as well have Tay-Sachs.

Seeing as I'm completely behind on most other things, I'll keep this brief. I have to warn you, during the summer I definitely blog less, and about more intense topics. So you're pretty much getting the same thing, just in different proportions. :D Cheers!

Migraines, Day Camp and Gak

2009-06-23T20:27:00.001-07:00

Welcome back to the wonderful world of early morning vomit inducing migraine morning sickeness! :D We've missed you! Ha. More like I haven't missed needing to get up at 5 am to barf because of mingrane pressure behind one or both eyes. Yeah.... At least now I can use the excuse that I know exactly what morning sickness is like. Several times over. :D However, I'm glad to report it's not as bad as last summer's. It went on for a few months straight, and I was definitely more sick, and for longer periods of time each day. It. Was. Unadulterated. Hell. Hopefully this doesn't last long..... :D

Apart from that, I subjected myself to 7.5 hours of whiny little boys, alien slime, and states of matter. With a good friend of course, so it wasn't as bad. Plus, we earned really super cool T-Shirts. Well.... Actually, we had to finagle them.... Here's how. Because we volunteered we were strictly under the impression that our time was worth much more than a measly $12 T-Shirt. However, the camp directors didn't agree. After Guilt tripping them about how we took time off work where we would have been paid much more than simply $12 for 7.5 hours of work, they changed their minds rather quickly. Unfortunately, it took another 20 minutes to get the right shirt size. When we asked for youth L, we got adult M, because the gentleman thought youth L would be too small. HA! Not quite. In fact, they fit rather nicely. While we would have loved adult S, they didn't carry that size.... So, we were stuck with youth L. What he didn't tell us was that he had youth L, so he gave us adult M anyway. Only after whining [yes, we resorted to whiny little teenage girl mode] that some of the boys got youth Ls, did we get one as well. CRACK!

While manning [or womaning?] our station, there were 9 rotations throughout the day. So... We pretty much said the same thing, and made the same junk 9 different times, every time vowing never to have 9 little boys all the same ages. You wouldn't believe how WHINY! they are! GADS! They're whinier than me! On a good day! Not only that, but they're smarter. Clearly aliens can't have red slime, because they're green. HA! And of course they can't just be happy with their stupid gak that they got, they want a different color, and they want more of it. GRR!!!!!

All of this just for a stinking T-Shirt and the majority of my service hours for honor society!

THIS T-SHIRT WAS WELL WORTH IT THOUGH! Maybe I'll have pictures some time. Who knows. I might just wear it for my senior pictures..... xD

Cheers!

Horns, Burns and Apples

2009-06-22T20:10:00.000-07:00

Some morons in this world shouldn't have access to a car horn. I.E. The morons on my street having a seizure by the sounds of his stupid car horn when I'm trying [obviously unsuccessfully] to take a nap!

RAGH!

IDIOTS!

Should be blown off the face of the planet.

However, then I'd be gone. Ridiculous story time. Aren't they all? Whatev. I was straightening my hair this morning, and grabbed the wrong end of my straightener. Who does that?! Me, apparently. Suffice it to say that my thumb is now very stingy and sore. Sad day! \:

While on my limited-sugar-adventure, I've discovered that apples are highly addictive. The red ones are pretty much way gross, simply because they have so much sugar in them. I've developed a new love for yellow and green apples. UM YEAH! :D And I thought I'd never say that.... Anywho, leave it be said that one of my new favorite fruits is apples, in addition to the fifty million other fruits I already adore.

Shazaam! Or something like that. :D Cheers!

Fingerpricks, Nail Polish and Dads

2009-06-21T13:04:00.000-07:00

Wow.

Where they tested yesterday for Fe is now distinctly painful. Both places. My guess is because there's more of a concentration of nerve endings on the immediate fingertips versus the side of the finger where they usually take a sample. I don't believe that I could ever happily be diabetic, and take finger samples. Hopefully, that never happens.

Through my years of wearing nail polish, I'm pretty much a n00b to the color coral. I've always loved it, but I've never been man enough to wear it as a nail color. The reason I say this, is because it washes out almost everyone else in my family. However, I happen to rock it quite nicely. Since I've discovered this, I pretty much do coral nails every third nail painting. I.E. Tonight. Huzzah! :D There's just something about being 75% albino that allows for coral.... Note to self: Suggest coral as a dress standard for family photos if your esteem is down.

Seeing as it's obviously Fathers' Day.... I suppose I'll publicly [with no pictures....] express my appreciation for my dad. Whoa he's crazy. And has some ridiculous rules. But come on. I inherited his humor. Or dry streak. Or lack of humor entirely. I have to appreciate him! Plus he's oober supportive. And he has good taste in ice cream. For the most part. Even though he doesn't like Cherry Garcia or Mint Chocolate Chip.... Or Skittles. Or black licorice for that matter. But he does appreciate Tom's Of Maine Fennel toothpaste.... Anywho, I really do love him, even if I don't entirely express it.

Now that I've spilled my guts everywhere.... I suppose I'll wait for my nails to finish drying. Cheers! :D

Swings, Blood and Circuses

2009-06-20T18:05:00.000-07:00

HUZZAH! :D Might I just say that todays run was excellent. Well.... Except that Winstead park is only two blocks from Curtis, and fifty million from Cole. Guess which way we ran? Yes. To where on the way back we were coming from Cole. Yeah. No route has never seemed so long. The most amazing feature of today's run, and probably the only reason I didn't quit coming back from Cole, was that Winstead park has... SWINGS! :D Heckess! Love swings.... I absolutely adore swings.... I love swings more than I enjoy mowing my lawn. Yes. That's how much I love swings. I pretty much revert to the age of four forever when there are swings around.

After prying my wrapped fingers from the swings, we made our way home, and then to get pretty [or at least less running-y] to go donate blood. I have to admit something strange. Call it an idiosyncrasy. I love giving blood. I really do. Just don't show me the needle as it's happening. Going in and coming out, no problem, if I can't see that either. Hooray! :D The fact that I was made for donating blood helps as well. Think about it logically. I have the veins of a four year old [the only negative, but with hydration and exercise they're perfect; just narrow], they're deep [so I don't bleed out profusely afterward], because I'm "sturdy" I contain lots of blood [I like to think more than 8 pints, but whatev], and I don't get sick before, during, or after donation. Tired? Definitely. I've just had 1/8 of my blood sucked out by sang. vampires! But sick? No way. Perfect. However, when they tested me for iron content, the first time I came out anemic, but the second I was perfect. Yeah.... I'm pretty much an ironic beast.

Because of this lovely blood drive [which I got a T shirt out of. YES! A T SHIRT! :D Sadly, it's a size M, and I clearly am not a size M, so I figure I'll cut it, and tie dye it or something awesome....], my availability to go to the circus was drastically impaired. So... While my mom was taking my niece during the afternoon, I would be getting my fluids altered. No problem, she and I were going to go to the evening production. Haha, just kidding. She wouldn't have time in between the shows.... So it looks like Mel didn't get to go to the circus for the third year in row.... -Sigh- No cotton candy.... I suppose it's all for the better. Ever since I discovered Boise has a Ben & Jerry's ice cream shop I've been almost wanting to kick my sugar kick. I don't even care that I've been burning excessive calories for the past month. I about died when I saw the happy Ben & Jerry's logo shining in the window. I don't know.... This no sugar kick has been great. I don't feel as clogged as my brain usually is. Plus, I have no excuse for weight gain. Come to think of it, there hasn't been any weight gain. Psh. Never mind. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore. But I still didn't get any cotton candy from the circus I didn't go to....

Oh well.... I suppose I'll go eat an apple. Or something super sugary. To make up for the cotton candy. Cheers! :D

More Rain, Smoothies and Hold Please

2009-06-19T18:34:00.000-07:00

Yes. It's still raining. Buckets. And buckets. And buckets of rain. -Sigh- So not fun to run in. Because of this, I rode my bike instead. Oh yes. That's logical. P.S. Ten miles of biking equates to 40 minutes of running. Fun fact. However, because it's non-weight-bearing, it uses completely different muscles. I'm sure I'll feel that tomorrow.

In any case, when I got home I made one of the best smoothies of my entire life. Um yeah. It was tight. However, placing three cups of frozen fruit in my VitaMix with only 1/2 cup of soy milk didn't make it too happy. Note to self: More liquids before you jam it with lovely fruit. :D The results were absolutely fabulous. It was pretty much a mixed-berry sorbet. Um yeah. With mega protein. Hooray for health consciousness! :D

Seeing as I've officially been at my job for two weeks [yes, TWO!], I've pretty much become less intimidated by the phone. Don't laugh when I tell you that if it's not for me I don't want to answer it. I still feel that way. So now I just have the mind-set that they have to call me to make appointments anywho, so circumloqutionaryily, it really is for me. Problem solved! :D Unless they ask for someone else. Then my heart just breaks. Oh well.... That's what the stapler is for.... While I'm not even close to being perfect at it yet, I absolutely adore working at my place of employment. It. Seriously. Rocks. Plus it gives me something to do everyday. Huzzah! :D

I suppose since it is Friday night after all that I should go party, or something more age-appropriate than blogging. :D Cheers!

Mosquitoes, Fishnets and Nightmares

2009-06-17T16:36:00.001-07:00

There are some things in life that should never have been created. I.E. Things that don't have an opposite, or purpose. Not only do they create an imbalance in qi, chances are they're likely annoying and pesky. Like.... Oh.... I don't know.... MOSQUITOES?! Yeah. No fake. So dumb! They're vectors for disease and all that jazz! They have no positive effect!!! RAGH!!!! I HATE MOSQUITOES!!!!

On a happier note, I purchased fishnets today. While I should have looked for a mosquito net whilst there, I didn't think of it. Huzzah! The only slightly tragic part of this purchase was that I allowed myself to spend $10 on them. BUT COME ON! THEY'RE FISHNETS! AND THEY'RE AMAZING! Besides.... I only purchase them four times a year.... :D

I have to admit, I've been having ridiculously violent nightmares for the past few weeks. If they're not violent, they're completely tripped out. Because of this, I'm usually cranky when I wake up for the final time, due to waking up fifty times during the night. Not so cool. Anywho, now that I'm awake and happy [and waiting for my hair to dry], I suppose I'll go nREM until I cry. :D Cheers!

Wet Grass, Techno and Cherries

2009-06-16T09:54:00.001-07:00

So.... I was going to get up at 8:30 this morning to have my lawn mowed before I had to go to work.... But it looks like that didn't happen.... Again.... :D

But I have a legit excuse. Like I did last time. The grass was wet again!

Maybe if it didn't RAIN! every day....

What is this?

SEATTLE?!

Hmph!

Seriously though, because I was stuck inside not mowing this morning, I decided to get oober pretty. Well. Almost oober pretty. It doesn't work entirely well when half of my stupidly amazing wardrobe is now too big [mainly because I shop NOT! during the running season, so I either buy my clothes 2 sizes too small and look like junk during the winter, or I buy them to fit off season and look awful in the on season. Oh the life of a Drama Queen!]!!! However, I was able to throw together a half decent looking ensemble. Or something like it.... Had I taken a picture, you could see for yourself, but do I ever think of stuff like that? No. Not usually.

While I've definitely displayed my love for techno, I'm not entirely sure how much I've expressed my adoration for getting new music, and being reminded of classics. As always, love Cascada's Everytime We Touch, Basshunter's Hallaa Dar, as well as one of my new faves Raindrops by Stunt. Just a thought. :D

So.... Just because I didn't mow my lawn this morning before work doesn't mean that it didn't get at least half done today.... :D However, likely the reason I only finished half would be the black jewels shining from my cherry tree. Um yeah. Ten thousand cherries! OR MORE! Apparently I've never publicized my love for cherries.... Consider them the cucumbers of red fruit. Actually.... Of the red fruits, cherries, pomegranates, grapefruits, [purple] grapes, and strawberries [preferably sun warmed] happen to be my favorites. Love them! :D What can I say? I'm pretty much a fruit junkie.... {: Because of this, as I was mowing my lawn, the front took close to fifty thousand years, likely because I stopped to pick cherries every time I pass the cherry trees.... Oops. :D I had planned on splitting my lawn between two days anywho, simply because I didn't get it done in the morning. Sad day. But it worked out nicely. {:

Anywho, seeing as the lateness of the hour, I suppose I'll be gone to bed. Or something like it. Cheers! :D

Metablognition, The Ultimate Blonde and Cucumbers

2009-06-15T21:05:00.000-07:00

Huzzah! Today was the offical start of preseason xc training. {: Love it! However, I'll admit I'm absolutely AWFUL! at running! And I thought that one week would be a great headstart! Ha.... Well it was.... Compared to what I was capable of one week ago.... I'll admit something that I don't often. I have a total weakness for endorphins. As I've discovered, one of the best ways to tap into them is through physical exertion. -Sigh- Because I'm an endorphin junkie that means that I actually have to do exercise to get to them! Great.... If you have any other [preferable legal] taps, I'd love to hear.

Yeah. I pretty much made up one of the most amazing almost-legit words today. Think of it. Blogging about blogging. That's deep. Metablognition. I like it. Spell check doesn't. But that's because I'm cooler than it is. Yes. It's jealous. I already know.

Anywho, because I have proof that I was originally blonde, I didn't feel entirely out of place being the absolutely epitome of one. Gads. Sometimes I scare myself. Other times I just scare other people. Here's how it all rolled out. As said before, today was the first official day of training. Or something like that. Because of this, I took great care and caution to recheck and make sure I didn't leave my lights on, or my keys locked in, or something stupid to where my vehicle wouldn't start. After a happy run, we came back to my truck, and when I attempted to start it, the interior lights and dashboard lights all flickered. Huzzah! Now to actually start, that was a different story. After several tears and a few more tries to ignite, I finally sucked it up like a man and asked for a jump. Luckily, I located some jump cables [ironically not mine, seeing as how freakish my dad can be about having some things in my vehicle. Seriously! I have three phone books, several coats, a variety of first aid materials, GOOP (for tires), and an assortment of other strange flavors, but NO! jump cables. Cute....], and some people who knew how to use them. After my car didn't start, I called my mom and why in the sky's name my vehicle wasn't starting. Knowing me slightly well, she asked what gear it was in. Having parked on a slight incline, I thought fo sho I was in park. Reality check? Yes. What gear was I in? Drive. How brunette am I? Only aesthetically. Gads....

In my adventure as a vegetarian, I've become particularly fond of a few vegetables more than others. Zuchinni for certain, as well as cucumbers. While I've always loved pickles [dill of course], I've never been enamored with the high sodium of them. Sad day. Luckily, I have a low sodium diet in the first place, so pickles never were a problem. In any case, my point is that my love for cucumbers has entirely been anewed. I've even taken to eating them skin on. Yes. That's right. Raw and crisp. Huzzah! :D Love cucumbers....

Well, now that I've revealed most of my deep dark secrets, I suppose I'll be out to sleep them off. Cheers! :D

ACTs Pt II, Keys and Who Knows What

2009-06-13T06:19:00.000-07:00

Yes, I did take the ACT again. Hopefully, I did better this time. Once again, I was denied automatic enterance, likely because the ACT system hates me, so it never registers me on the school's list of applicants. So.... Even when I showed up with my authorized entrance ticket, I had to wait in line with the stand-by's. That was SO! embarrassing! It was like everybody filing by was looking at me like I didn't know how to run my life and I had no thought for the future other than stand-by. Oh well. At least I registered for it myself, and didn't have my mom do it for me. :D

While the ACT was ten thousand buckets of fun, it was also very cold. When I got dressed this morning in my favorite blue jeans and my Capital High Key Club shirt, gloves and jacket, I fully expected to need to remove them during the test. To my highly unpleasant surprise, the room was a crisp 66 degrees the entire time. This wouldn't have been absolutely awful, had the proctor not continued to chill the room every time the over worked AC attempted to rest. I felt like a catatonic vegetable in a crisper! Not exactly the ideal test taking atmosphere. Not that outside was any better. When I walked out it was raining, cloudy, and cold. I thought it was strange how I couldn't find my keys on the way out, until I got to my vehicle. THEN! I found them. {: In my ignition, with locked doors. I. Am. Fabulous. That's all. A few phone calls and 40 minutes later, my brother arrived with a set of keys for me to unlock my doors with. Happily, I had my lunch with me, so I didn't absolutely starve. My mom loves me so much.

Upon arriving home, I discovered my two Boise siblings and their families at my house. A delightful surprise after spending the last four hours mentally exhausting my skills and abilities! I was jazzed. {: So we had lunch, and then I took a nap. Ironically, it seems that whenever I take a nap or go to bed, whenever I wake up my family has disappeared. I suppose that's nice to know if I ever tire of them. Suffice it to say, the nap was fabulously spectacular. It was the kind where it felt like five hours' worth, but in reality was a scant one.

Happily, or unhappily, I woke up to my mom telling me my running buddy was waiting for me. -Sigh- It's true. Running, work, and a few other things [none of which I can remember] is pretty much all I've done this summer, and I've been completely happy with it. To some extent. I'm not saying that I'm a hard-core runner yet. But I'm not saying that I hate it either. Anywho, it was definitely a sluggish running day. It poured kiloliters on us as we were driving to the park! Kiloliters! It was huge. Happily, we didn't entirely have to run in it. {: It passed the direction we were NOT! going. :D Weraq.

I don't really have a third item to display emotion about. However, I will say that a very good friend and I went to dinner this evening. It was absolutely fabulous! It was his first time at Mongolian BBQ, so he was pretty much a n00b, but he did enjoy it, so I'm glad of that. Other than that, not a lot has happened that's blog-worthy. So I suppose I'll just stop there and scurry to bed or something. Cheers! :D

Traffic, Passwords and Calories

2009-06-11T16:30:00.000-07:00

Um whoa. I was late for the first time today to work.

Um whoa. I was so extremely embarrassed.

Um whoa. That's never going to happen again.

No kidding! Walking in 15 minutes late was pretty much like walking down the road to Hell and back. I don't even care if it was paved with adjectives! It was still awful! I even left in plenty of time! I gave myself 35 minutes to complete the 25 minute commute! Good gads! It all started when I decided to take State Street instead of Glenwood. Bad idea! State Street is backed up from Glenwood to Eagle Road! AND THE LINE IS CRAWLING!!! Uh yeah. It took me 30 minutes to get to Glenwood. NOT! Funny. So that left me five minutes to get to work, while I still had 20 minutes to go! Even not funnier! If there's anything I hate in this world that's road related, it's stupid drivers, inattentive drivers, and construction traffic with the aforementioned. MORONS! Ironically, a Snickers sounds really good right now. That's odd. I kicked sugar a few months ago. Strange....

Anywho, for work I was required to set up ten thousand new passwords. However, because I'm awesome, I tend to stick to ones that are quite related. However, I seemed to have a problem today when I kept entering the one I'd chosen for that system, and it kept rejecting me. My coworkers and boss were thinking I was crazy. Quite literally! I wouldn't have blamed them though. It turns out I wasn't crazy [as they were thinking], but I wasn't granted access to that system yet. Huzzah! :D I even changed my password three times to make sure I got in. Hooray for that jazz.

So.... Because yesterday was such a great run, I suppose today was destined not to be...? No really. It was... weird. I suppose I should preface by stating that I've been on a major health kick for a few months, and a hard-core no sugar regiment for almost a month. During this time period, I've pretty much restricted any crap out of my diet, and stuck with the lovely protein sources [i.e. soy, beans and corn, cottage cheese, ect.], fruits, vegetables, whole grains [i.e. old people fiber cereals (yeah, that's right, I rock the All-Bran Bran Buds!)], and occasionally some super carbs like a piece of toast or something. However, apparently today I didn't get enough calories, though I likely exceeded my protein count. Because of this, I didn't even feel like running. Did I know this before hand? No. Did I blame it on menstruation [another story entirely]? Partly. Did I whine about it to my mom? Naturally. Did I go more than thirty yards after getting to the park? No. Did we come back home and attempt a bike ride? Yes. Did I get past the first hill? Not really. Did we go home after that? Certainly. Do I still feel like a jelly fish inside? True story. Have I ever understood rhetorical questions? Always.

I suppose I'm just whining about how almost anorexic I am again. Only not really, because I feel no motivation to continue my stupid cross country training. I hope I'm just in a bad mood and will feel ten thousand times better and more excited to run tomorrow. I hope I'm antsy at work because I want to be running. I hope that because I didn't run today I'll want to run twice as long tomorrow. I hope that my body functions properly and my knees don't freeze up so I can run twice as long tomorrow. I hope I eat enough calories tomorrow to think clearly. I hope I don't repeat my 4th through 6th grade eating disorder. I hope I reshape my body naturally; like normal people. I hope I accidently reshape my body because of a new love for running. I hope I sleep well tonight. Cheers.

Running, Showers and Squirrels!

2009-06-10T21:21:00.000-07:00

Huzzah! :D I hit runners' high today! Well.... Long before I started running.... Actually.... Not entirely that long.... Just about 32 minutes.... I'm still calling it runners' high because it lasted through the run and thereafer.

Here's how it shook out. I worked until 8 this evening, which meant either we had to run in the morning where I could be home and cleaned up by 11, or run in the evening. For some unknown reason, I thought running at 10 a.m. would be a great idea. Yeah.... When he came at 10 I was angry, he was angry, and we both were tired. Nevertheless, because we're so awesome, we went to the park anyway and were going to carry through. Bad idea number two. When we got to the park, it was cloudy and looked a little like rain. However, there were still ten million kidsies playing on the equipment. After internally bawling, I asked if we could come back later tonight. He completely agreed. So while I did waste part of his morning, it actually worked out fabulously. Here's why. :D

For the last two hours of work the weather was crap. It gushed rain! SO! Not running weather! However, once I got home, it was still cloudy, but NOT! raining. Life was good! :D I was pretty psyched about that. I was even more psyched when he arrived and was psyched. Huzzah! Two psyches! Through fits of giggles on the way to the park, we decided we were probably only going to run for 30 minutes. However, it turned out that we ran an extra 5, merely because it was such a great day. Because it was wet[ish], the stupid cotton from the willows and cotton wood trees was subdued, and there were considerably less Greenbelters to be annoyed by. Life was even better! {: Not only was I well hydrated, but I was excited to run, and be running. How weird is that? I think I might be getting better at this. Let's see how tomorrow goes....

Because it's summer, there's definitely a decrease in willingness to shower. Not that you didn't already know that. No, that doesn't mean that I let myself get disgusting. It only means that I feel like letting myself get disgusting. Not really, but you see the point. However, today, after I showered I noticed a beastly razor burn on each of my legs. And I thought I was getting tan! Apparently not.... I suppose that's one more reason for me to go get some sun.... Or something stupid like that. I don't know. I'm perfectly fine being white. At least I'm not fish belly white or anything... as far as you know. :D Sad day about the razor burn, but I'm in too great of a mood to be foiled by it.

Before we started running, there was this dumb little squirrel that was doing this ridiculous merekat scamper. Oh. My. Gosh. It was for some reason quite absolutely hilarious. Of course, I probably appeared to be drugged and out of my mind. No worries though. You would have giggled had you seen it as well. I'm not the only crazy one. :D

Shazaam! I suppose I'm gone to try to sleep off this high. WEIRD! :D Cheers.

Nightmares, Retainers and Love

2009-06-09T11:39:00.000-07:00

Eeks! Today has been highly humorous, and only a little bit stressful. Let's start at 8:30 this morning when I was going to get up and mow my lawn, so I would be done with it before our run, and then just get to come home, clean up, and go get my retainer to be done for the day. Notice how it didn't happen. After REMing about making meat products where I snapped and ate them, I woke up in a horrible mood. It was even worse when I looked out the window and saw a thousand droplets of dew on the grass. Obviously, it was too soggy to mow. Sad day! Not entirely though, because I ended up going back to bed, until about 10:40, when I woke up after another nightmare where I was pretty much a daemon with amazing claws, not unlike the freaky kitty chick from X-Men 2. It was fabulous, but still weird. After checking my Scrabble status, I noticed that my very good friend who attended Scrabble club with me had started a game. Huzzah! Love Scrabble.... She's kicking my butt again so far.... However, I've had two Bingo racks with no where to put them. SO! Dissapointing!!! \: Anywho, apparently I lost track of time, because soon my doorbell rang, and it was my trash-kicking running buddy. -Sigh- So much for not being in my pj's when he got there. Anywho, case in point, it was a bad run for some alien reason. I have a feeling I was abducted last night during the meat-mare, and had my lungs stitched together. So not cute.

So after that jazz [and checking the progress of our Scrabble game of course], I cleaned up, didn't have time to do my hair [yes, it frizzed on the way], and just my luck we were doing pictures. Great.... Just what I needed.... All I wanted to do was pick up my amazing retainer, and get-outa-there. That was not to be. Because I'm so amazing, they wanted to hear stories. Come on! I was used to having a 6 week period to get material! Eight days does not equal six weeks.... So I entertained them with the same series of events I've shared thus far. And they would know that if they read my blog. Anywho, the point is, I'm super jazzed about my retainer. Maybe I'll even get a picture up some day. It. Is. Fan. Freaking. Tastic. :D It's black and white zebra stripes with a red glittery case. LOVE IT! However, in retrospective, I have a feeling I should have picked out the hot pink glittery case.... Shazam! My love for it is not diminished. I have the sexiest retainer lisp ever. Good thing I answer phones all day at work....

One thing I've noticed as I've aged [not matured by any means] is that love is so misunderstood. My impression about it is that it's always there, to some extent. The form however, is often misconstrued. When I say "I love you" to the majority of my friends, they freak out because they tend to think I'm romantically interested in them. The majoirty of the time, this isn't even remotely true. But as a person I still love them. It seems that love can only be an attraction between two people, and only those two people. I don't know. My train of thought is derailing, but my love for people changes only in form of attraction, not the strength of the attraction.

Anywho, now that I'm done being slightly philosophical, I suppose I'll go Greek it up and make another Greek salad, ingredients pending. Cheers!

Lenses, Puddles and Diets

2009-06-08T19:44:00.000-07:00

Well.... Somebody got a job at a vision store.... Which means that somebody gets to play with all of the display frames and clean them and jazz.... :D I love my job. It's fabulous.

While I absolutely adore puddle-jumping in the proper attire, I'm not exactly jazzed to have no escape around a four inch deep pond in the middle of the Greenbelt. SO! Not my style.... '-' Then again, I suppose running isn't entirely my style, so maybe I'll just get used to it all. As our huzzah to almost cool down afterward, we decided to play on the spring horses, because the stupid park still doesn't have swings. Oh yes. And of course, being me, I forgot my camera. I have to admit though, for not having a bony butt, those dumb little equines really tenderize your coccyx. Not so fun.

I have to admit. My body frame is slightly ridiculous. I'm not saying that in a ridiculous self-loathing typical teenage girl way, I'm saying that from the view of a future physique model. The only reason I bring it up even, is because structurally I'm wide, and I'm ok with that. However, because of that I tend to pack more weight in weird places [like my back. What? Yeah.]. Because of this [this really all does tie in together, I promise] I have to monitor my metabolism, as any health conscious person should do. Really though, my current butt-kicking running buddy has one of the most disgusting dietary intakes ever! I'm not even kidding! True.... Occasionally he'll eat something healthy like a banana or something, but the rest of the time it's pretty much hydrogenated and partially hydrogenated oils and the like for the remainder of his diet. However, because he's such a running fiend, you'd never guess that his diet is crap. -Sigh- It's people like him who put my beautiful body to shame.... My lovely curves look like whale-like obesity comparably.... Granted, he's a guy, and doesn't entirely have curves, but metabolically speaking, I'm shamed. Sad day! Body shape and genetics ties together nicely though, seeing as I'm the only chicka in my family who's currently hard-core active. A few of my brothers are, but naturally they're leaner than me, which is completely understandable. With one of them being a personal trainer and physique model, it makes life easier with a built in support system one phone call and a few messages away. Love it. :D Anywho, my point is, I hate it when people eat all this crap and still manage to appear healthier than me. I mean come on! I have the ideal diet! It's so stupid! I don't understand! No worries though.... My GI tract probably likes me ten thousand stars better than his does his. Or something like that....

Ok, I'm pretty much done whining about all that jazz, so I suppose I'll go do something amazing. More amazing than usual.... Cheers! :D

George Washington, Bevis and Scrabble Club

2009-06-07T09:54:00.000-07:00

May I just say that yesterday was absolutely phenomenal? Uh yeah. :D And I just did.

In all seriousness, yesterday was packed.

Though I don't know how I would have pulled that off facetiously.

Maybe "Tee hee hee yesterday was packed tighter than thatch!"

Yeah. Not really....

Anywho though, the Greek Food Fest was once again lovely. And the events to follow of course. :D Those being an adventure to the dollar store, getting caught in torrents of rain [monsoon almost....], a very [relatively] quick game of monopoly, the end of one movie, and the start of another.

As we [we being two of my very good friends and I] were leaving the Greek Food Fest [sad day!], we happened to see in line our English teacher. We were psyched! Two days out of school and Huzzah! Here he was! :D It was absolutely lovely. He was there with his brother and his brother's lady. Very cool.

After that we were on our way back to my house, when the not-so-neon dollar store sign popped out at me, and I exclaimed [yes, exclaimed] "Let's go to the dollar store!" Just like that too. So... a few decades and one funny picture [not for you yet] later, we finally made our purchases and skedaddled out. Our main motivation for even going [besides me] was it was raining profusely, and it was difficult to drive in. Of course we got drenched as we were escaping nature, but once inside there was immediately a display of hula hoops and tropical jazz. The hula hoops were ridiculous, mainly because there was no weight to them. Another sad day! However, the tropical jazz definitely tricked our minds into thinking it was warm. Ish. Well.... It was half way effective. :D

After braving the wild and getting back into the car, we went to my house, where we were pleasantly surprised to find my brother and his family. Huzzah! Monopoly was a distinct possibility at this time! They were originally going to be out of town, but seeing as they weren't, we could SO! include them. However, they didn't entirely was to play, because a. they were watching The Fugitive, and b. they had to go home relatively soon. In which case, we started our game, and about 47 minutes later it was over. It all started out well, sans Martin getting three of the Railroads and two of the yellows. That wasn't horrible, until a trade happened and he started to put houses on them. Then we all just died. Once I hit Marvin's Gardens with $1000+ rent, I just quit and gave him all my property and cash. I didn't feel like mortgaging everything. So I went and cut watermelon instead. Oooh! Call me emo! Just kidding. It shortly ended when my other friend quit [and for good reason!]. Then we watermelon-ed it up, and ended up watching The Princess Bride, which I really actually just slept through most of.

We even took pictures before and after Monopoly. Of course the before included the winner, and the after did NOT!!! No, George Washington was not the winner. Close, but no cigar. :D

Today, my recurring good friend and I decided to join Boise's Scrabble Club. Heckess! :D So we went to the designated place, looked around for a few minutes becuase we couldn't find it, and ran into our English teacher again. We decided that all we have to do to keep seeing him [in a non-creepy way of course] was continue our cultural experience. Yeah. Weraq. However, he wasn't there for Scrabble.... It was totally ok though. [: Gads. He's probably going to think we're stalking him or something.... :D

As to the actual club, it was weak sauce in numbers, but hot sauce in skill. I pretty much died. Uh yeah. Not only that, but apparently you're not allowed to look words up before you play them, unless they're challenged. I immediately felt naked without my dictinoary. Talk about insecure! Take away my makeup, clothes and shoes, but not my dictionary! Gads. That was embarrassing, primarily becuase I misplayed ersatzes as erzates. Still a bingo, but it went unchallenged, and I felt like a complete numbskull when I looked it up and it was ersatz[es]. Very sad! It was my only bingo of the game, and it was a really low scoring game. However, my opponent did amazingly! :D She kicked my trash, AND! it was one of her first official plays of the game. Love it! We almost went with the intent of picking up cute bookstore guys, but seeing as the other Scrabblers were all +60 it didn't quite happen.

-Sigh-

That all turned out more humorous than I intended....

Oh well. I'm out to do something productive. Cheers! :D

Cub Scouts, Socks and Shoes

2009-06-06T13:49:00.000-07:00

There are just some things about being a lady that limit activities. I.E. Boy Scouts. I've never been a Boy Scout. That doesn't mean that I haven't been the daughter of a Cub/Boy Scout leader since the beginning of time, it just means that I have never been a Boy Scout. No worries though! I volunteered [or something like that...] to work a station at Scout Day Camp this year, and HUZZAH! Training was at 9 'o' clock this morning. :D It's going to be an absolute blast! For this reason, I'm slightly jealous that I never got to be a Boy Scout. But I'm content being pretty. I'm too girly to be a boy. Thankfully, I'm a chicka.

On my way to go pick up my new running shoes, I meant to stop by my house and pick up a pair of socks. However, before I get to that, I need to retrace my series of events. Because today was rainy and cold, I decided to pick up some running pants. P.S. Manufacturers don't make running pants for short people. Correction: Manufacturers don't make running pants for short people with amazing quads and hips. Sad day! So I ended up getting some stupid short short pants. Not funny. It defeats the purpose of legwarmers if they end directly below the knee! Wait.... THAT'S IT! :D ALL I HAVE TO DO IS WEAR LEG WARMERS! Fabulous..... I love it! {:

Anywho, so I forgot the stupid socks that I stopped home to get, so when I got to the store I had to borrow a pair of their stupid socks. Weird. However, my shoes are perfect, as I thought they would be. They're absolutely fabulous! Happily, my feet are exactly the same size. When I went in earlier the chicka measured my feet and was surprised to see they are highly identical. Apparently most people's feet are a 1/2 size difference? Nifty! I'm abnormally normal. :D Love that.

Really though, my shoes came, and I absolutely feel in love with them. They're GREEN! :D Aka one of my favorite colors. Love green.... Happily, they support my arches, so I don't move my hips inordinately, which tends to stretch out my hip muscle things to be very tender the day after. Yea for lactic acid. Running just became gobs easier, now that I have the proper equipment. :D

In any case, I'm out to the Greek food fest again [as promised] after today's run. I hope to be able to recount amazing stories of Greek jazz. Or something like it. :D Cheers!

Inguinal Jazz, Pumpkin Pie and Greece

2009-06-05T09:04:00.000-07:00

-Sigh-

Once again, my stress levels are rising over this stupid book. When I went to turn it in to the library today, having already checked with the sistering library to reassure the legality of exchanging a copy for copy, the lady at my library said it wasn't legit or accepted. CAN THEY MESS WITH MY HEAD ANY MORE PLEASE?! Good gads! Apparently I still have until the 17th to find their copy. IF I HAVEN'T FOUND IT IN THE PAST THREE MONTHS WHY WOULD I FIND IT IN THE NEXT 13 DAYS?! Geeze lady.... Nice.... Really nice.... I'm about to buck the entire system, refuse to pay the fine, and never go back... but I like the library too much.... I'm a big fan of borrowing, if I'm the one that's borrowing something. I'm completely responsible too! I even told her the situation of how it sprouted legs, walked away, and got stuck in a black hole! To this she told be to check my garage.

I felt like I got hit by a bus when I woke up this morning. Yeah. It was bad. I vote we start stretching before we run. Just a thought. You know, because not everybody is completely inflexible and can't stretch. Yeah. Apparently running takes major inner hip flexor muscles. Need more be said?

Anywho, so I after I got up today and made a Greek salad [love it!!!!], I made another crust-less pumpkin pie [sort of my weakness]. A number of hours later after it had chilled and slightly frozen, I was nearly in paradise. Except for the gigantic mess transferred from my locker to my counter.... I vowed to work on that later though. :D

Seeing as it's the annual Greek Food Festival today and tomorrow, my very good friend and I went to preview it before we attended another event. Oh. My. Gosh. We spotted the most adorable gyro maker in the entire universe. Yeah. We were pretty much love-struck. For the rest of the night we compared Boise to him. Well.... Had there been a comparison. :D Crazy stuff. We decided that we're going to make T shirts that read something to the effect of "I love Greek food... Workers." Which is true.... But I also have a thing for Greek food.... *Note to potential suitors: Mel adores Greek food, and is vegetarian, so please keep that in mind. Anywho, she and I are thinking of heading back tomorrow instead of playing Monopoly, as planned. I'm psyched. :D Love Greek food....

Well, I suppose I'm out to enjoy my school-free summer evening. Cheers! :D

English, Cabbage and Naps

2009-06-04T14:09:00.000-07:00

-Sigh-

In case you're wondering, my book Blink came today. I sort of don't want to give it to the library.... However, I suppose that to be deemed responsible, I'm obligated to.

Anywho, HUZZAH! :D Go me! It was most definitely the last day of school today. Seeing as it was, I decided to sleep in, get up, do my makeup [and say a little prayer for you?], and make myself a smoothie before I left. I now know why it takes me 30 minutes to make a smoothie it takes my mom 6 to do. I measure the dickens out of all of my ingredients. Well.... Not really, but I add stuff and tweak it until it's perfect. Don't misunderstand me, my mother's smoothies are absolutely amazing. But mine are better. I.E. Today's. First I started with frozen blueberries, strawberries, and blackberries. Then, I added my protein jazz [I'll refrain from specifying, lest you think less of me, and no, it doesn't include human]. After that, I added some yogurt, and finally the soymilk. After clogging the cogs several times on the thickness of the fruit, I finally had concocted the perfect smoothie. Calorically it was ideal, while tastefully it was delicious and delectable.

Whilst at school, I checked a few things I needed to clear up. I also gutted my locker. It was very sad to take down everything. I cried a little inside. Apart from that, I also cried at leaving my junior year behind. Really, I'm just a bawl baby. Anywho, English this year has been the best class of my entire life. In class writes included! I won't say that parts of it didn't suck, but overall, my love for literature and writing has proliferated immensely, as has my love for my English teacher. Yeah.... That didn't come out creepy.... However, in all honesty, he is one of my favorite people in the entire world, and I'm sad to leave, and for him to switch schools for the time being.

However, a good friend and I had a celebratory lunch date after school. It was absolutely fabulous. We went to Mongolian BBQ and then to the park. Happily, I put loads of cabbage [red and green] into my stir-fry. It was most excellent! Though after tasting it, I realized I should have left out the corn, added more carrots and broccoli, and less sunflower seeds. Everything else was correctly proportioned. It was fabulous. :D At the park we played on the swings [love swings!] and climbed a tree. We. Always. Have. Fun. [:

Once I had returned home, I had full intentions to take a nap. However, I decided to check my facebook to see if anything awesome was happening instead. Bad idea. Once I was on, another good friend of mine [who encouraged me to join XC and ruin my life] started talking to me. No big deal. It happens all the time with him. However, once I stated that I was about to go take a nap he immediately pounced and said "We should go for a run." Haha, very funny. I suppose he actually said that after I said that I was excited for XC, and that I would probably start before the actual workouts start. THEN he swooped in. I had every right to say no, but I needed to do cardio today anyway, so I unwittingly said yes. Another bad idea. I made him drive. Ooooh. That's intimidating.... A few minutes later, he was at my house ready to go. Great. I was really sucked into this now. So I grabbed my shoes and socks [I always put on the left one first] and headed out. Bad idea number three. Bad idea number four came when I decided to not micturate before we left. It didn't really bother me until twenty minutes into the run. Then I pretty much cried the rest of the way. Sad day. However, it was a motivator to move a little faster, so I can't complain entirely. I have to admit. My main excuse for not going was that I had too much cabbage in my bloodstream and I would die if I went running. Well.... I didn't die, but I sweated cabbage for a solid twenty minutes afterward. That was fun. We even came up with a fabulous line. I said [as a last resort] that I would only run if we got to play on the swings after. However, this park didn't even have swings. LAME!!! ]: Naturally, I whined about this to him [if you couldn't tell I whine a lot, hence the whiny in whiny teenage drama queen], to which he replied "Then I'll get a rope for you to swing from." I couldn't resist retorting with "I asked for swings, and you gave me a noose." We decided that it was pretty decent, for me not being so witty.

As to wit, my history teacher wrote in my yearbook something to the effect of "I love your wit." Because he is so witty anyway, I decided to throw back "Well Mrs. Walker said I was witty!" during a battle of wits. Yes. I know. Completely immature and childish. But it worked. :D

Once I got back home, my mom wanted to go run some errands, so I went with. It was pretty much awesome. We picked out new frames for her glasses, because she's getting a second pair. Yes. She's cool like that. When she first walked into the store, she picked out a hideous pair of frames. Truly, they looked like they were from the 90's, only worse. Because of her awful selection, I picked up an atrocious pair of this rimmed clearish gray gigantic squares of old-man death and wore them for the remainder of time which we were there. I asked the clerk if I could get a pair just like them, and he said "No." Naturally, I asked why, and he replied "Because I wouldn't sell them to you." Long story short, my mom picked out a better pair of frames, and I had to return the beasts to their shelf.

Seeing as I still haven't had my nap and it's almost time for bed anyway, I suppose I should be out. Cheers. :D

Servings, Cotton and Tomatoes

2009-06-03T13:39:00.001-07:00

FINALLY!

THE LAST BLOODY DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL PE!

Shazam! :D While I was planning to ace the final completely, I apparently missed two of the 50 questions, leaving me with a 96%. Not entirely shabby, but less than I expected. One question I know I answered incorrectly [unintentionally of course], was something to the effect of "Which of the following is the correct serving size?" with the choices being something stupid like a. 2 slices of bread b. 8 oz of milk c. 7 oz of protein d. 1 large apple. Knowing my natural aversion towards milk, I had a difficult time deciding between B and D. I picked D, because to me it sounded better, and it was ten thousand times less disgusting. In retrospective, I realize that the milk propogandists really are trying to ruin my life, and the answer was B, because a medium fruit is supposedly a serving. SO DUMB!!! As for the other question I missed, I truly have no recollection, though I'm not entirely surprised, because the test took all of about seven minutes to complete; roughly 13 when double checked.

Because I didn't have a fourth hour final [huzzah!!!], I pretty much got out of school at 10:00 a.m. I was pretty stoked, as every kid is. The weather was back to beautiful, I had a nearly empty day ahead of me, and a lawn waiting to be mowed. For this reason, when I arrived home I promptly changed into my Richard Simmons shorts, slapped on some sunblock to arms and face, and headed out. Life was grand until I hit the south portion of my back yard [chronologically last in my routine], where the cotton wood trees decided to dump ten septillion cotton pods on the ground. This wouldn't be a problem were it not that my lawn mower mulches everything, and cotton tends to be spat back out. By the end of my lawn, I looked like a gigantic fuzzy marshmallow. I can't say that it was the prettiest sight, but there was definitely an element of humor, once I cleared the fibrous mess out of my lungs and could laugh.

Ever since a few weeks ago when my mom made one of the most amazing cold noodle salads ever, I've been craving feta non-stop. Not only feta, but most Greek foods, including but not limited to olives, gyros, brined cucumbers, ect. Today, I decided to recreate the salad, with different proportions, being more vegetables and feta, with less noodles. In the process however, I discovered that I was out of tomatoes. Normally, I would completely rejoice. However, seeing as I needed them to recreate the jazz, I waited until my mom got home, and then dragged her to the store to help me pick out tomatoes. Yes. I'm awful at picking produce out, most of the time. My worst subject is tomatoes, because I don't like them, so I'm not sure what they're supposed to look and feel like. Anywho, the rest I've become more skilled at, so no worries. No rotten onions for me! :D

The point being, I just finished the creation of beauty, and it was truly amazing. Made of fresh cucumbers, tomatoes, red and green bell peppers, black olives, small conch noodles and fetta with a dressing of oil and vinegar, it was fabulous. Feel free to try it, because it's definitely amazing. [:

Seeing as I'm enamored again, I suppose I should be off to party, so I can sleep in during the 5th hour final tomorrow. Cheers! :D

White Skies, Lockers and RAIN!!!

2009-06-02T13:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was incredibly strange. I went to the neighboring city twice for various appointments, the first to get my face back, and the second to regulate my qi. Or something like that. :D As promised [I think I promised you this....? ], pictures of prom [from waaaaaaaaay long ago] and my normal face. If you're interested. :D

Anywho, today I had my second hour final. It was absolutely ridiculous. Happily, I never have to go to another stupid class of that again. It truly was a waste of my time.

However, My locker says otherwise. Not really, but there's pretty much the end of a vortex in there. I'm not kidding! I've found so many things in there that I have no recollection even owning. It's absolutely absurd. Now I'm stuck with cleaning it all out before the end of Thursday.... GREAT! I returned all of my text books to the book room. That lightened my life about 40 pounds worth. :D

After school I even applied for a job. That should indicate what kind of a day it's been. [: Sadly, I lost the schedule for the CC workouts this summer.... Now I have to go back and get another one. Shazam. I can deal with that.

Unfortunately, it's raining. This wouldn't be such a catastrophe were it not Tuesday. Tuesday wouldn't be so bad if it weren't my typical mowing day for my yard. NOT! Cool. I'm cold, crank, and had to ride on my rent's stationary bike in my smelly basement for cardio today. Blegh. It smells like... old people. Or
something close.

I suppose I'm done complaining, and back to photo editing. Or something cool like that. :D Cheers!

Pumpkin Pie, Cookies and Migraines

2009-05-31T13:15:00.000-07:00

Ok. Yesterday I made a crust-less pumpkin pie to satisfy my inopportune sweet-teeth. Happily, this morning it was slightly frozen and pretty much a vegetable custard, because I cut back on the sugar I put into it. Oh. My. Gosh. If I have one vegetable weakness, it's pumpkin pie and edamame. Shh. That's only one. :D

However, to add to my guilt, I was REMing last night, and to my great surprise, at 12 chocolate cookies. Do you have any idea how detrimental that would be? My gosh. That would almost ruin any chance of life again. Maybe. :D

Ah yes. I failed to mention how yesterday I stashed all of my long sleeved garments in a suitcase in my closet. Yes, I was actually trying to clean my room. I made a considerable dent in it.... [: In the meantime, it's to the point where I can walk around in it. Incredible. For having OCD, I'm not the typical case. :D Oh well. I guess that's what makes me awesome. Or something similar.

Anywho, probably beacuse of something stupid, I woke up this morning with a migraine at 2 'o' clock. It has been with me ever since. Shazam! I'm out to treat it by picking out my left eyeball. Or something like that. :D Cheers!

Zebra Stripes, Cross Country and Tan Lines

2009-05-30T10:16:00.000-07:00

Huzzah!

I'm mostly done with tears. :D Which is most excellent. Anywho, I've decided that because I have no homework, and will have none for the remainder of my junior year, I will be doing my nails quite frequently. In today's case, I plan on shimmery green with black zebra stripes on the ring fingers of each hand. Yes. I am very excited. [: Happily, I've started eating again, though it's my normal veg food. Yes.... It's waaay too healthy for my liking. I retract that actually. I love it. It makes me feel absolutely dashing. My brain doesn't feel entirely clogged with synthetic sugar and all that jazz. However, I have to admit, last night I was in such a mood that I poured over the dessert section of my cookbooks for a few hours, and as a result, felt like I gained 15 pounds. Call me crazy, but I went through at least 6 lbs of butter, 10 lbs of sugar, and gobs of chocolate. I'm awful. I know. :D

As aforementioned, I joined Cross Country on Thursday. I. Am. Incredibly. Excited. However, I'm intensely aware of how much I will be crying during practices. Good grief! I suppose if I want to change my body and esteem this is the best way, but come on! I'd better be HOT! after this! And have one heck of a body after running 1+ hours six days a week! -Sigh- Maybe I'll get you pictures of a before and after in a few months when the season is over. I hope to incorporate running more often into my life as it is. This is just an excuse to do so really. I mean, I love to be active, on my own time, and not under someone else's reign. But hey, sometimes I need something more than just cycling. That doesn't mean that I'm discrediting cycling at all. It's just easier to run than it is to have to maintenance my bike everyday. :D Yes. From this circumloqution I'm starting to run because I'm lazy enough to not want manage my bike.... This way I only have to take care of my body as a weapon of mass destruction. Or something like that. {:

While I'm still ridiculously white on the outside, my black remains to become blacker day by day. Contrairily, I seem to be getting whiter with my hours of sun absorption. Of course, that could possibly be me being more reflective of the sun. I do have proof though that I have changed color. Slightly. Every summer I keep at least on bracelet on my right wrist just to track how white I once was [and to what shade I'll likely return...]. Without fail, this year has been the same. My arms have changed about four shades, but my legs have only changed about two. Oddly, because I sunblock the blazes out of my arms and face, but never apply any to my legs, in hope that I'll maybe change color. Yeah. That never happens. With the sad exception of my knees of course. My cardioid birthmark above my left knee is absolutely prominent, meaning I have to be getting some sun.... I don't know. I'm an absolute paradox when it comes to sun absorption. Don't ask. I just am. [: It's one of those scenarios where you have to see to understand. Otherwise, I just look like a gigantic oaf blabbering on and on about my apsorption tendencies. Oh well. :D

I'm out to do my nails. Huzzah!!! :D Cheers.

P.S. Apparently it's trash day, and I just heard a garbage man outside my window make the most hilarious gutteral noise I've ever heard. It went something like "Grahhhhugh!!!" Good grief! xD I didn't know trash was that heavy! Cheers.

Water, Nails and Summer

2009-05-29T14:52:00.000-07:00

Because I don't entirely feel like blogging right now, I suppose I'll give you a list of quarks about me. You can use them how you like.

1. I'm extremely ticklish.
2. I love the sun.
3. I hate being cold.
4. I'm ok with being alone for extended amounts of time.
5. I'm a water-holic.
6. I'm vegetarian.
7. I joined cross country yesterday.
8. I love exercise.
9. I hate most sports.
10. I love painting my nails.
11. All colors are my favorite, except for brown.
12. I love animal prints, especially zebra and cheetah.
13. I'm the runt of my family.
14. I love edema me.
15. I have very fair skin.
16. I burn easily.
17. I don't retain a tan.
18. I have a heart birthmark above my left knee.
19. I love hemp jewelery.
20. I play the piano.
21. I love music.
22. I have a passion for techno.
23. I loath mushrooms.
24. I'm terrified of snakes.
25. I adore elephants.
26. I write poetry.
27. I'm trying to graduate with a GPA similar to my brother's, just to see if I can.
28. My boyfriend barely broke up with me.
29. I've gone through today without tears.
30. I have anorexic tendencies.
31. I love to shop.
32. I love to travel.
33. My piano teacher is one of my closest friends.
34. I remember all of my teachers specifically.
35. I'm manic depressed.
36. I love to doodle.
37. I feel guilty about weird stuff, like driving cautiously.
38. I drive cautiously.
39. I go to the movies for the music.
40. I cry at the movies because of the music.
41. I love taking pictures.
42. I'm not photogenic.
43. If I can't control the picture, I don't look good in it.
44. I love summer when it's hot.
45. I love my kids.
46. I love my family.
47. I love my friends. Always. Even if they do stupid stuff at times.
48. I believe in forgiveness.
49. It's rarely difficult for me to forgive.
50. I have been emo.
51. I love cosmetics.
52. I love getting phone calls.
53. I try to avoid calling people.
54. If I call someone it's because I'm bored or emotionally distraught. Or need a favor.
55. I love biology.
56. Psychology fascinates me.
57. I will be a psychiatrist or neurosurgeon one day.
58. I used to want to be a marine biologist.
59. I'm a drama queen.
60. I have first period all to myself.
61. Something exciting is happening this Monday to come.
62. I love to write.
63. I love to read my past writing.
64. I'm an avid journal-er.
65. I love to read.
66. Most of the time I'm in a good mood.
67. I cry a lot.
68. I love Scrabble.
69. I've thought about forming a Scrabble club at school.
70. I've never had the guts to, because it's too nerdy.
71. My vocabulary needs work.
72. I've beat my brother at Scrabble three times.
73. I remember what all my scars are from.
74. I can write backwards, and upside down, sometimes together.
75. I'm ambidextrous, in most things.
76. When I'm not, I'm left hand dominant, but right handed.
77. I shoot left handed.
78. I have nice aim when I need.
79. I love my Richard Simmonds shorts.
80. I'm an attention monger.
81. I love Nova.
82. David Tennant is my favorite Doctor.
83. I have a VHS of Weird Al music videos.
84. I've always remember stupid stuff like the ball of ballpoint pens is usually made from Osmium Iridium alloy.
85. And that if Mercury is added to Neon, it turns blue.
86. But I never can remember the third class of mammals, other than marsupials and placentals.
87. New York City is my favorite city ever.
88. Sometimes I like quiet.
89. My eyes are 20/10.
90. I was a natural blonde, until I turned four.
91. I cry during books.
92. I'm loquacious.
93. I'm sometimes laconic.
94. I love words.
95. I hate very few people, if any.
96. I love spiders.
97. I love daisies.
98. I'm allergic to lavender.
99. I hate Internet Explorer.
100. I will have a Mac one day.

Cheers.

Nothing Left To Say

2009-05-28T07:46:00.000-07:00

My heart is broken.

Bling Pt III, Vending Machines and Finals

2009-05-27T15:17:00.000-07:00

-Sigh-

False alarm. Life really is ok. I took my project to school, presented it, and rocked it with Apparently I was more tired than I thought when I made it, because when I pulled up a slide about photo shopping which contained this picture, I didn't really think how a room full of high school apes would react. I really should have seen this coming, but really didn't. Now they all likely think I'm a ridiculous freak. I was trying to emphasize how our subconscious and reality has been distorted by things i.e. photoshop, and how we've become desensitized to what is real, and what is fake. Or something like that.

Anywho, this morning in my first period class [consisting of myself and my student teacher; yes, weraq, we know] contained many adventures, one being the fuelling of my passionate hate of vending machines. Here's how it all played out. I left my water bottle in the library yesterday, 6th hour. Because of this, I was left lacking this morning. I decided to try to find a vending machine that sold [or cheated] 20 oz. bottles of water. Or of anything that I could empty and refil with water. However, there isn't a blasted vending machine in this bloody school that isn't jammed, can't count, or some other malady that I haven't mentioned. SO! Frustrating!!! What an adventure. Because of this, it was definitely a deranged day. Everything felt psychadelic, way more than it should have. Ugh!

Happily though, because half of my classes are AP, I'm exempt from the test. I suppose I could take them if I wanted to, but hey, I'll just keep my grades where they are, seeing as the only one that would really need to be bumped up is my hellish History class, but because I'm at roughly an 84%, there's no way this final could get me up to an 89.5% or more. So.... I suppose I'll just have to eat it and take the four point B.... I was really hoping to have over a 4.0 this semester.... But we can't always be perfect.... In any case, I only have finals in two of my remaining three classes. Unfortunately, they're on different days. What would be fabulous is if they were on the same day, allowing me only have to come two days, instead of being required to come to school all four days next week. Sad day. Oh well. I suppose it's more time to plan what I'll do this summer. Maybe. If I'm lucky. I don't know. One hour and fourty minute of doing nothing after taking a test that took only twenty to complete doesn't entirely float my boat. Whatev.

Anywho, I suppose I should go do something amazing. Maybe? :D Cheers.

Blink Pt II, Sunscreen, and Basshunter

2009-05-26T15:10:00.000-07:00

-Sigh-

Apparently it's not ok. So I had my presentation fantastically ready to go, so I put it in my lunch box [where I keep all my important stuff for 5th & 6th hours] to take this morning. No problem there. The problem lies in that I slept in this morning, so I was going to do my hair and makeup 1st hour. That's not really the problem either, because I don't have a 1st hour anymore, seeing as I'm the only one in the class. SO! The problem is in that I didn't grab my lunchbox as I was walking out the door. Not to mention I was wearing a ridiculously oversized shirt [which was actually amazing becuase one of my very good friends was wearing the same]. So being the wuss that I am and not having the time to turn around and go get my lunch, I called my mom once I was at school. However, my dad answered, so I gave him the message, and viola, problem solved.

Just kidding. When I picked up my lunch later in the day my lunch box wasn't there, and it was just a PB&J sammich, with no assignment or vegetables. SAD DAY!!! Yes. It was. Anywho, so because I didn't have my materials with me, I now have to present tomorrow, which scoots everything up with everybody else's presentations. Blegh. I should have just grabbed my stupid [not stupid, because come on, it's Spider-Man!!!] lunch box as I was leaving. But who really intends to leave their lunch?

Because I have fair [more appropriately albino] skin, I use copious amounts of sunscreen, on my arms and face. However, because my legs never change color, I don't bother. Likely unhealthy, but that's how I roll. Shortly after arriving home, I lathered on the sunscreen before I went to mow the lawn. Uncannily, my lawn mower was out of fuel. Which left me with a waiting period until my rents got home to refuel. In this time, I ate the veges from my lunch that I'd left this morning. And they all tasted like sunscreen. Because I had sunscreen on my fingers. Gross. Coppertone does not taste good.

Lastly, I've found a new musician who I enjoy greatly, even though half of his stuff is in German. By the name of Basshunter comes some of my new favorite songs, such as Camilla, Jurassic Park, GPSs, Angel in the Night, and Now You're Gone. Love them! Plus, it's techno! :D Who doesn't love techno? Psh. No one that I know. Or at least no one that wants to admit it to me. I suppose that's probably because I'm a hardcore techno fanatic. Blegh. I suppose I should be gone now. Cheers! :D

Blink, Hills and Cosmetics

2009-05-25T14:05:00.000-07:00

-Sigh-

It's ok. I've placed an order for an order for the book Blink, and even though I haven't finished reading it all, I've made a successful display detailing the main points of it. Or at least as far as I was able to read, before it sprouted legs and walked away. I hope it goes well, seeing as I present tomorrow.

Today was the first day of hills of the cycling season. Whoo wee!!! It was most definitely interesting, due mainly to the ten thousand people there for Memorial day. P.S. This was in the cemetery. Or something like it. Because of this, I almost felt blasphemous cursing my way up the hills. Not really though.

I have to admit that in the summer my appearance diminishes greatly, mostly because it's fabulous outside and I don't want to take as much time to look pretty. So, most of the time I just throw on mascara [if that] and scoot to the beauty of the sun. I'm exactly the opposite in the winter. Because it's so nasty, I love taking then thousand years to look pretty, because it's likely that I'm avoiding going outside. Tee hee hee.... True story. Anywho, because it's been lovely outside, I've started my annual shed the makeup ritual, even though it's a shock to most people. Oh well. I don't have to wear eyeliner everyday. [: At least not in the summer.

Huzzah! I should go to bed so I'm not a complete monster tomorrow for school. On that note, cheers!

Family Gatherings, Early Mornings and All That Jazz

2009-05-24T08:48:00.000-07:00

Seeing as it's Memorial Day weekend [or something like that] and that I'm a terrible blogger, I suppose I'll give a quick recap of all that has occurred yesterday, and since.

Yesterday was my family's version of Memorial Day. In this case, we rendezvoused at my brother's house, where we cooked pork ribs and strawberry-rhubarb cobbler, dutch oven style. Because we grossly underestimate time as Blacks, I took 40 minutes longer than I thought I'd need to get ready, and the ribs took an extra hour. Not to mention the corn! That was at least 25 minutes. So what should have been a two hour even lapsed into three, and they were three amazing hours. I brought along a very good friend of mine, so I wouldn't be the only one over 17 without a considerable other. After that party, on the way home, we stopped by a bead shop, where the service was crap, and the selection was even more so. That doesn't mean that they didn't have an assortment of the cliche bead styles, but it wasn't what I was looking for, therefore I disliked it. What logic. However, I did end up purchasing a new bale of black hemp twine. Go me.

Furthering the evening, my other and I went and hung out with a mutual friend. Huzzah for friends! Again, go me. Us more like it. It was definitely exciting and the like. I always have a lovely time when with my other.

However, I've once again reverted from manic back to depressed. For some stupid reason, I feel completely empty inside. I've reverted to cutting. Surprised? I thought I was out of this phase. I thought I wouldn't sink this low again. I've worked so hard to be normal. My facade is cracking. My feelings are all colliding and neutralizing each other. I feel nothing. I taste nothing. I smell nothing. I see nothing. I hear everything. I am nothing. My once happy black nail polish seems more fitted to my current despondency. The depredation of my mind is taking place. I feel no qualms consciously. In the recesses of my mind most would call it turmoil. My smile seems fake. The hum in my head is overwhelming. I feel my spine compacting. Gravity has amplified three thousand times in the last second, and continues to do so in a factorial manner. I have no interest in anything except for thought. But the walls are thin. You might catch what I'm thinking. Which leaves me no options. Even my sleep is haunted. I feel like clawing out my eyes. Ripping out of my skin. Pulling out every singular hair. Imploding until there's nothing left. I'm gone. Cheers.

Tennis, Color and Picnics

2009-05-19T20:52:00.000-07:00

There are definitely reasons why I'm not a member of Capital High School's tennis team. Great Satan in Hell! For this reason, my PE buddy [aka one of my favorite people in the entire world!] opted to run the entire period. Yes. I would much rather run and make a fool of myself at something I can do slightly well versus fun for tennis balls and make an absolute fool of myself at something I never wish to do. :D Running is better anyway.

I suppose lately I haven't expressed my deep love for color. Sad day! For this I say that I absorb the colors of the world happily not unlike a dehydrated mum drowning in a pond. Whoa. That was gruesome. Sorry. :D

Today a good friend [another one of my favorites in the world] and I were to go on a picnic. However, because I was supposed to do the dishes and left four in the sink, I was disqualified until I finished them completely. When we finally headed out for our picnic, his rents called and asked for him to be home considerably soon. Foiled! I suppose we'll just have to picnic tomorrow.... Until then, cheers! :D

Deadlines, Onions and Yearbooks

2009-05-18T18:01:00.000-07:00

Ok, I'm officially stressing. Now that last week is over, this week is mostly work and very little play. I.E. Our theory compositions are due this Wednesday, and while I was able to enter five measures this morning, I have a feeling I won't be able to get it done.... As if that's not enough, I'm breaking into another episode out ofmanic, so everything seems like crap. Even the sunshine and 90 degree weather [which is mine] seems bleak and empty. My insides seem like ice, and my skin feels like fire. Oh no. I feel poetry coming on. Refer to the left column to see if it really will.

After a grueling third hour quiz [I say gueling because it was absolutely ridiculous. I can understand the importance of quizes, but to need to score a 29 of 30 when the questions are all snagged is absolutely ridiculous. For this reason I had to take the bloody thing fifty million times], I walked into fourth hour and was immediately asked if I could handel a knife well. Wondering in what regard, I asked, and was informed that I would be chopping and slicing ith it. Perfect. My medium entirely. If there is one thing I can do relatively well, it is cooking. However, I've never been a fan of slicing onions. Leave it be said that my nearly perfect makeup was not spared. Nor were my hands. They still smell like onions. How vile.

Seeing as today was the day to collect our yearbooks, there was a mad dash from our sixth period to the square where they were distributed. I, however, felt no inclination to act like the half crazed attention starved mongrel that most were. Because of this, I sauntered to my locker to collect my jazz, and then gradually wandered to where I saw one of my very good friends. From here I waited in line with them, and then they in my line. Yes, they're distributed alphabetically. Anywho, the result of the situation, I was a tad late for my Witch Doctor's appointment. My mom had the time of her life shunting her negativity towards me. Since then I've been absolutely retched. My chi is out of sync with the world I suppose. Or my feng shui has been fenged the wrong way. Whatever it is, I suppose I'm out to write stuff down. Cheers.

Podietry, Teasers and Phone Calls

2009-05-17T13:00:00.000-07:00

Well, it's official. My Mom said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this, my Mom said. She it's true. I woke up this morning after only seven hours of sleep, felt relatively well, got ready for church this morning, and hobbled around for awhile until I could use my pods again. Sad day.

So.... Here are some before prom pics when I was still in the process of glamming.... :D For you, with more to come. I just thought I'd mess with you for a bit before I give you all of them. {: Again, I'm an awful person. P.S. the only reason I'm even almost pretty is becuase my mom is gorgeous.... And my dad is handsome. [:

So, when I get to curch this morning my mom I couldn't find my mom, so I sat by the lady that I usually do when I can't find her. That was extremely redundant. Anywho, I look in the program, and whoa hey! There I am! Printed as a special musical number! I certainly thought it was next week, but apparently not. So I scurried home to get my music, and when I arrived back I had found my rents. I was slightly frustrated that the lady in charge of this hadn't called me at least yesterday to remind me or at least confirm the date I was to play, but it's over now, so I suppose it all worked out. Thankfully and through tons of prayer, I pulled through it with only 4 mistakes, none of which were entirely noticable. There was no way that it was all me though. Phew! {:

Right.... I suppose now I'm gone to finish decomposing. More like composing badly. Our stinking projects for Music Theory are due this Wednesday, and I still have a few pages to finish writing down. Sad day. I have it all in my head, I just don't want to take the time to write it.... As is with most of my junk. Well.... Here I go. Wish me luck. Cheers! :D

Yesterday, This Morning and Later This Evening

2009-05-16T11:07:00.000-07:00

This week has absolutely been PACKED!!! Action packed, fun packed, stress packed, ect. However, AP tests are over for another year, P.E. testing is over on someone else's schedule for the rest of my life, and I only have two classes that I'm required to take a final in, but there's one class I'll take the optional final just to improve my grade. Huzzah! The end is near!

Yesterday I had a hair appointment, and cried a little when it was over, because five inches of my hair are missing. Sad day. Really, only two needed to go, but the lady got scissor happy. When I pay a substantial amount for a hair job, I don't want to lose it all. I might as well buzz cut it now, it wouldn't look much different. No really. Happily, my mom keeps telling me that I'm gorgeous and that hair grows. To me, this exigency remains the same.

After the hair botching, I came home and prepped myself for tons of laughs, little stolidity, and making brownies. Plus my rents wanted to meet my prom date, so I thought to myself, "Self, what better way than to hostess a card party!?" Yes. I think to myself with exclamation points. Aside from my mental punctuation, the rendezvous started at 7, and people arrived promptly at 7. It was great! I love having friends with fabulous manners. Funnily, as they walked into the stoop of my house, they immediately introduced themselves. I was amused to see it, as though my digs has a charm on it so when someone new walks in they immediately say "Hi I'm ________________."

As if Nerts wasn't enough, we also ended up playing Tag for about ten minutes [but stopped on account of the ladies, including myself], and ventured to WinCo in the late hours of the evening just before morning. What broke my heart completely was having to tell my niece that she couldn't come with us. Her tears absolutely shredded any heart I have left. However, we brought her kiwis, so she eventually forgave us. Oh. My. Gosh. I love WinCo at night when all the boxed are in the aisles, and I'm with three of the greatest people in the entire world, and I'm really hyper. It's great stuff. :D We came out of there after about two hours with a grapefruit, kiwis, and a Monster. Huzzah for us!

After that we all moseyed back to my house, and said au revoir from there. That was definitely a late night. Oddly enough, I really do bribe my friends to come over. Sometimes I sweeten the deal by saying "Um.... I'm making brownies....." That usually ensures a few to come. I'm an awful person.

This morning I did NOT! wake up after ten hours of sleep, and was very cranky because of it. Horray! It's prom day! Because of this, I ate some breakfast, tried on my dress for my mom to finish altering, did some cardio, tried on my dress again while she completed it, played around with my family, did my nails, showered, did my makeup and hair, changed into my dress, finished glamming, smiles fake-ly for a thousand pictures [which there will be posts of at a later date], stabbed my date twenty times with the flower I was supposed to be pinning to him, finally let my mom do it [man! I need to practice or something!], left to pick up the other people for the dealio, looked slightly pretty, went to dinner, colored all over the table cloths [we all decided we hate arting in crayon], went and did more pictures in an undisclosed location [for now :D], meandered over to the dance, danced for four hours, saw tons of gorgeous dresses, played around a bit, dropped off the other people, stopped by someone's house for ten minutes, went to the movies, frollicked over to WinCo to pick up a coconut, cracked the coconut, ate the coconut, and came home [all in our formals]. Or something like that. [:

I have to confess. My dance skills are like unto a "spastic piece of kelp" [The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning]. No kidding. Dancing in stilettos for four hours didn't entirely help my feet either. Happily, the dance ended with a variant of my current favorite song, Pretty Rave Girl, even though it wasn't legit. So we listened to the non faux flavor on teh way home. It. Was. Awesome.

I've pretty much spilled everything, but if I think of something else, I'll be sure to get back to you. SO! I suppose I'm out, seeing as it is considerably early in the morning. Cheers! :D

Wet Nails, Ruffly Shirts and Family

2009-05-14T20:41:00.000-07:00

I just want you to know how much I sacrifice for you readers of mine by stating that I'm typing with wet finger nails with yesterday's selection, and am going at turtle speed so as to not smudge them. Pretty much, my fingers are flatter than a duck's foot.

Today after school two of my other very good friends and I proceeded to blow another $20 on my part for cosmetics [yes, I bought the Max mascara....], and an unnamed [unknown] amount on everybody else's part. However, through the three hours of shopping and many more one-liners [my friends and I are great at those if you haven't noticed], we all came out with what we needed. In the case of my man, instead of sporting an all black attire for his prom tux, he swapped out the shirt/vest/tie for a crunkly pirate frilly shirt. Yes, he has a frilly shirt. :D And he looks smashing. Yes. Pictures soon. If you're lucky.

Fortunately, after the multiple hours of low blood sugar, waaaaaaaaaaaaay too bright of sunshine ooberly reflected from the zillions of cumulonumbus clouds, and crazy company, I was able to chat the fat with three of my siblings this evening. I. Adore. My. Siblings. It was great! While one of them called for another reason, we still talked for about 10 minutes, just about stuff. You know, the typical stuff that mature adults talk about. HA! Yeah right. We pretty much talked about TPing people the entire time. No, I won't be doing that on prom night. Anywho, I suppose I should go to bed, BUT! my nails are wet, and I still have a bunch of jazz that I need to do.... SO! I suppose I'll think of more blog ideas....? Cheers! :D

Hunches, Nail Polish and Pinecones

2009-05-13T17:36:00.000-07:00

I have to admit. I don't follow hunches very well, unless their name is Kwazie Motto. Haha.... That was bad, even for me! But in all seriousness, my gut reactions don't tell me a great deal. However, after my audition today, it told me that I didn't get in, mainly because I hosed my audition material over so badly. For this reason, I'm absolutley certain I wasn't accepted, but in the rare case that I was, I'll be overjoyed. However, no hard feelings if I didn't, because I sort of like to sleep in the mornings.... :D

Happily, as a reward for my amazing [maybe?] AP test taking skills [huzzah! Today was my last day for them! :D], two of my very good friends [more like two of my favorite people in the entire world!] went shopping to pick out cosmetics for prom. After spending two hours and a plethora of one-liners, I scampered out of there having only spent $20 on nail polish, eyeshadow, and facial masks. The only reason it wasn't $35 was because I talked myself out of the newest MAX mascara.... Sad day....

Happily but unfortunately, I was able to finish the back of my yard today. Unhappily, I had a million and a half pinecones waiting for me. Instead of killing myself trying to mow over them, I picked them up, threw them over there, and continued on my merry way. GO ME! :D Because of this, my life was three times easier as I mowed my lawn. Yeah. That's right. I am woman. Hear me purr! Seeing as I have so much extra time in life [HA!], I suppose I'll be out. Cheers. :D

Things I like, Things I don't like and Time Management

2009-05-12T19:09:00.000-07:00

Ok. There are very few odium in my life, but when I discover them, I definitely try to avoid them as much as possible. While I could recount to you the past weekend and Monday, I think I'll bottle that up until the rest of the week when I have time enough to explain tediously the detail and Hell it was. So, Here goes.

Things Mel adores:

1. Tofu smoothies
2. Cabbage
3. Learning
4. Water
5. Sunshine
6. Makeup/cosmetics
7. Glam
8. Beans & Corn & Rice
9. Her guy[s]
10. Personal Hygiene
11. Music
12. Exercise
13. Short forks
14. Skinny spoons
15. Her family
16. Her friends
17. Mowing her lawn
18. Mowing other peoples' lawns
19. Grammar
20. Her bear blanket
21. Her rainbow striped purple backed blanket
22. Her pajamas
23. Spell check
24. Biology
25. The brain
26. Edimame
27. Coconut Records
28. Her music theory classmates
29. Nail polish
30. Glitter
31. Techno
32. Her piano teacher
33. Cold mornings spent in warm blankets
34. HOT! showers
35. Hair appointments

Things Mel doesn't adore so much:

1. Running over Pinecones
2. Picking up pinecones
3. Raking up pinecones
4. Cold weather
5. Cold showers
6. Fish
7. Sea food
8. Most squash
9. Razor burn
10. In class writes
11. History
12. Exercising on someone else's schedule
13. The hackneyed Mozart
14. TV
15. Junk food
16. Growing out of clothes
17. Running out of mascara
18. Unanswered emails
19. Dehydration
20. Obesity
21. Washing dishes
22. Cooking when she doesn't want to
23. Country music [EXCEPT! for Johnny Cash]
24. Counting
25. Distorted mirrors
26. Shopping for non-existent sizes because her proportions are off
27. Studying for tests
28. Even numbers in most cases
29. The first ride of the cycling season
30. When I can't finish all of my lawn in the same day

Now that you know me 65 things better, I thought I should insert here how tight my schedule this week is. Not that you already don't know, seeing as I went over it last Saturday [Sunday?], but it's been altered slightly. Instead of my jazz audition this Thursday, it is tomorrow, as in Wednesday. This means that tomorrow I audition, go cosmetics shopping, AND! finish mowing my lawn. What a day.... That's all after taking a 4 hour English test with assured chirospasms. -Sigh- Oh well. It's a good thing life is short. I don't know how much more of this I could handle. :D WHICH REMINDS ME!

This morning I cried to my counselor [I'm so lucky she loves me, I'd be in a Dante's 7th if she didn't] about next year's schedule, and we arranged it accordingly. Here's how it's likely to roll: instead of wasting my life and sanity on more math credits that I don't need, I replaced that year long class with Economics [which I would have needed to take via correspondence or summer school] and [hopefully] Psych 2 or AP Psych, depending on whether the AP is switched from 6th hour or not. Because of an off campus block class next year, I'll be gone for 5th and 6th hour, knocking out any possibility for attending a 6th hour AP Psych class. So, hopefully that grooves out in my favor. [: I'm out to dream about how I should glam for prom this Saturday.

P.S. Since Saturday my head has been incredibly lucid, to the point that I'm starting to wonder if my mom laces my morning smoothie with something a little more awesome than strawberries. However, because I know she loves me so much, I doubt it. Oh well. It was a funny picture in my head. :D Cheers!

Nails, Moms and Naked Faces

2009-05-10T09:26:00.000-07:00

Ah.... Yesterday I was feeling slightly ridiculous, so I decided to paint my nails. Yes. When all else fails, I paint my nails. Yuck. That wasn't supposed to rhyme. Oh well. Unfortunately, I have an imperfect track record when it comes to nails, because I'm never patient enough to just sit there and let them dry. SO! not cool. Because of this, my nails always end up flawed somehow. Weak sauce. Anywho, this time I scraped by with minimal damage.... In my defense, nails take forever to dry anyway.... And I multitask quite a bit.... :D

Yesterday also, my mom came home from her week long adventure in Montana. Oh. My. Gosh. I. Am. So. Glad. To. Have. Her. Back. And to show my appreciation for her, immediately when she got home I called up a very good friend to come over so we could Nerts until our eyes popped out. {: Like usual, she kicked our trashes, but because of her handicap [being trifocals....] we slowly gained on her. I have to admit. My mother is one of the most amazing and beautiful people I know. She's fantastic.

I'm starting to think this post is strictly about yesterday, seeing as yesterday I decided NOT! to do my makeup. This left me with a naked face. Normally I'm ok with that, if it's just me hanging out with family and that jazz. However, I didn't entirely feel like splashing my face on, so my people yesterday just had to deal with it. While attempting to embrace my nudity, I even posted an album of naked face pics on Facebook, and recieved only positive feedback. Does this mean that I should stop wearing makeup? I'm not sure I'm that ready yet.... Or if I'll ever be.... Probably because I love mascara so much.... And I love to look super glam.... If that's possible. :D

Pertaining to today, seeing as it's Mom's day, I would absolutely love to publicly state how much I adore my mom. {: Love her, so much. I'm off to slightly glam up life. [: Cheers!

AP Tests, Death Oaths, and Top Security

2009-05-09T15:40:00.000-07:00

Well.... I have to admit, the reason I haven't been blogging isn't because I've been studying for AP tests.... :D My bad. I don't entirely have an excuse, other than I've been half stressing about the little things in life.

Friday morning [my gosh was that only yesterday?] was my first AP test, that being in History. While Thursday I should have been cramming like no tomorrow, I pretty much just chilled to some techno and grooved the night away. Because I had to get up earlier than normal, I went to bed pretty early. Well.... Early for my standards. :D This gave me about 6 hours of sleep. Totally not enough, especially for the circumstances. However, Friday morning when I woke up I was on fire, and quickly extinguished it with a double egg-soft tofu-soy milk-yogurt-frozen strawberry smoothie. Love those. It's pretty much the ultimate protein packed breakfast. After packing a hasty lunch/snack of an orange, mozzarella cheese, apple, carrots, yellow bell pepper, and protein bar, I headed off to the testing center to face my hell. Happily, my teacher had prepared us very well, by handing out tests that completely trumped the AP test, by ten thousand stars. For reals, her tests were extremely more difficult than the actual AP test [I think that was bad grammar, but I don't really care right now]. Because of this, I have the strange feeling that I did very well, but don't want to think that until mid July, when I get my scores back.

Funnily, the proctor read a line from the instructions several times through out the day saying that we were never to divulge the information we had seen at any point ever again. To me this seemed odd, seeing as the test is reformatted every year, but hey, I wasn't about to argue with the creep who laid those rules. So, as much as I'd love to prep you for next year's test, I'm sworn to secrecy, lest I be hunted down and slaughtered. With one AP test down and only a few more to go, my life is getting easier. That's one less class that I'm required to stress about, and now can watch movies for the rest of the year.

Huzzah, I suppose I'll go study some jazz, or something like that. Next week is the week I'm slightly concerned about though, for these reasons. A. I have an AP test Monday. B. I have an AP test Wednesday. C. I have a jazz audition Thursday. D. I have a card party to host Friday. E. I have a prom to get glam for and attend Saturday. F. I have a church to preform to Sunday. Hopefully after next week I can get back to a regular schedule and life. :D Thanks for reading! Cheers!

P.S. Remember the lovely bruise from last Friday? It's still alive and kicking, and hasn't changed color since Monday. Monday it was a deep black with a few green inserts. Weird. I'm starting to think that I don't heal normally.... Cheers. :D

Eggs, Smoothies and Tuesday

2009-05-05T19:20:00.000-07:00

Apparently at 6 in the morning I have zero motor skills or function.

Probably why when I selected the perfect egg for my smoothie it dropped on the ground and broke. So cute.

Because my mom's been out of town, I've had to fend for myself in the morning, and for lunch. Not cool. So far, I've had normal lunches, nothing weird, and no surprises. While I've had to go to the store multiple times already this week, I don't mind it entirely, because I get to pick out what I want to cook, and what I want in my lunch. Unfortunately, because prom is so close and I have a stupid prom dress [which is actually sort of pretty] I haven't been able to stock up on fruit snacks, and all the jazz that I'd love to put in my lunch, but has no nutritional value. Sad day. However, I have been stocking up on protein bars, which makes life easier when I'm running late [which I tend to do in the mornings] and don't have time to dish out cheese for protein.

Today happens only to be Tuesday. All day I thought it was at least Wednesday, because the day has been so looooong! Happily, today in P.E. was a but kicking fitness day, and because it IS! Tuesday I got to mow my lawn for about three more hours. :D Love it. I mean, yeah, I'll probably be tense and sore tomorrow, but hey. This is good. I like cardio....

Anywho, seeing as today's been sort of funky, I suppose I'll go do something.... Cheers. :D

Hums, Triplets and Auditions

2009-05-04T15:35:00.000-07:00

I absolutely have to get this out now lest I implode. I loath mechanical hums. I like nothing about them. Cars, refridgerators, toasters, microwaves, computers, fans, stereos when it's on CD mode and the disc is over, TVs on input or any other flavor, ect, ect. It seems that since my house is nearly empty, it's just been the machines and me. I feel like Chief Bromden in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, where he first suspects the combine. Not to mention his nighttime witness. Apart from the whirr in my head, I've had to deal with the rest of the machines. So I unplugged the ones unnecessary. Electricity doesn't sound pretty. Lightning is an exception. It has no sound. Love it.

In my comp for Theory, I've reached the C section. Haha. No pun intended. Really though, I've just transitioned for the second time. However, it's an absolute bore trying to figure the counting. If you didn't know, I can't count well as it is, but then to try to count something I've created, even worse. Yuck. If I seem a bit agitated to you,that's probably a stimulus as to why.

Furthermore, to continue my musical Hell, I've decided to audition for my school's Jazz Band, which happens to be utterly fantastic. However, I'm not entirely a jazz pianist. I'm definitely classical with jazz sprinkles. Meaning, while I did jband in junior high, I wasn't the best, nor was I fabulous. Last year I auditioned [for this year] and was rejected [sad day!], but was entirely ok with it, seeing as it starts as a zero hour class. This year however, I'm determined to be accepted. Unfortunately for me, there are some other more excellent pianists auditioning. With that in mind, I'm beginning to restep on my determination. In any case, I wish the best of luck to myself [is that legal?], and will do everything I can to get it. My audition time is next Wednesday at 3:20 after school. Wish me luck. :D

I suppose I had better go grocery shopping. Which leads me to my next rant!

In place of the math class I dropped out of at semester is a class called Personal Finance. I have no idea if I've previously seethed about it, nor do I care. In light of that, the only reason I took it was because I was a complete wimp [and out of manic mode] and didn't want to rearrange my schedule to be able to take AP Psyche 6th hour [the only time offered for it]. Because of it, I was persuaded to take this class in it's place. However, I have learned absolutely nothing I didn't previously know before entering [kudos to my rents] and am wasting my time getting an easy A when I really should be in AP Psyche obtaining a difficult A. -Sigh- It's so frustrating! We "learn" about objectives i.e. budgeting, interest, shopping conservatively, credit cards, and all of the stuff people should know by the time they're in high school. It. Is. Absolutely. Ridiculous. There hasn't been a class when I haven't thought to myself "Why am I wasting my time with this?" With me doing all of the shopping for my family for a few weeks, it's not like I don't already know how to shop, what to spend, which bills to pay first, ect, ect. But now that that's out, I suppose I'll be off to rework history. Yes. That's right. Cheers.

Secondary Dominants, T.S. Eliot and Knee Pads

2009-05-02T21:20:00.001-07:00

For my first hour class [Music Theory, which ironically is quite real], our end of the year assignment is a beefy composition. Well.... Not entirely beefy.... But beefy enough to be a 200+ point project. I should probably express my musical ineptitude in composing. Sure.... I can play around, but that doesn't mean that it sounds fabulous. Contrarily, my current piece [Hot Pink Butterflies Burning And On Fire] is better than I would expect from me. Oddly, while it's in the key of Db, the first chord is a V/V, which is pretty much a I in Eb. Oh well... I'm stuck in transitioning from the second theme into the third.... I know how I want it to sound in both themes, I just don't know how to get from point B to point C. Sad day.

Some time ago, I submitted a poem for review [because that's what I do] to my English teacher. Happily, he gave fantastic feed back, and and threw two poems at me in the same style, those being The Hollow Men,and The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock; both by T.S. Eliot. I. Absolutely. Love. Them. I'm not sure which I love more. They're both fabulous! I would highly recommend them.

Yesterday was a half day for school. As marvelous as it is to get out of school at 12:10 p.m., I find half days to be a waste of my life. I don't understand the objective of going to 40 minutes of class, when the teachers are tired and pretty much just say "The time is yours." Unless of course it's history.... Then it's a different taco entirely. Anywho, in P.E. we combined with the Lifetime Sports class for the 40 minutes, and played either basketball or volley ball. Since my skill with a basketball consists of holding it, my favorite people in the class and I opted for the lesser of two evils, volley ball. While I always thought knee pads were for wimps, I now realize their importance. They're for people who fall a lot, such as myself. No. They're more for people with skills who fall a lot. Any the case, I took a knee dive and about vomited when I had to get back up. For a fraction of a second I believed I had dislodged my patella. However, when I got up it appeared to be in it's place. Afterwards, the surrounding muscles completely spazzed out and contracted rapidly to the point of an intense muscle spasm. Proof that I have muscles. :D

Happily, I have something to show other than just a skinned knee. Check it out! It's like.... easily. It really just illustrates how disgustingly abusive P.E. is, and how dsgustingly insane my mad skills are.

This morning I had the opportunity to take a practice test for the Music Theory exam. I feel like this class is the class I'm most prepared for test wise, and hope to do very well in. Sadly, the dictation portion of the test went quite a bit faster than my brain could process, so I hope the actual test isn't quite as grueling, though it likely will be. History is my main worry, seeing as it's the class that I least retain information in. Sad day!

P.S. I painted my nails the most amazing coral color. They're fabulous.

Cheers. [:

May I, May Day, and May You

2009-05-01T13:12:00.001-07:00

Huzzah!

It's finally May!

Happy May Day.

That's really all.

I'm a boring person.

I don't have much that's overly exciting as of late.

Except for my secrets.

Cheers. [:

Water, Sleep and Watergate

2009-04-30T19:06:00.000-07:00

There's just something about drinking 3+ quarts of water a day that flushes out your [my] brain. It is quite peculiar. It isn't that my brain is tripped out, it's more like it's washed out. Not even that really. I don't know how it iterate it. My mind feels completely submersed in thought. Not just one thought either. More like a thousand little thoughts simultaneously. It's great fun. Happily, I can report that I'm quite hydrated, but not past that point.

With a few AP tests coming up, it's no surprise that we [as high schoolers] aren't getting an adequate amount of sleep. It's like we're too busy studying, reviewing, and all that jazz. Anywho, while sleep is a priority for me, I have to admit that I haven't been getting enough. Does that make me normal? Likely.

In history we're almost to the 21st century. FINALLY! Something I can relate to! Not really. We're still stuck in the 70's and the Vietnam War. Don't ask me any questions about it, I'll likely make a knave of myself by not being able to answer them for you. Any the case, we're analyzing the Watergate case of Nixon. It is definitely boring, lackluster-like, and not of any interest to me in the slightest. However, seeing as it will likely be on the AP test, I suppose I should pay attention. Maybe? Cheers. :D

Lawns, Rain {Pt ?} and Bowling

2009-04-29T20:52:00.001-07:00

As you [should] know by now, I absolutely love mowing my lawn. However, I'm not entirely psyched about it when it's a. cold, b. rainy, c. dank, or d. a combination of the aforementioned. Yesterday, it was all three of the above. Because of this, I was required to stop in the middle of mowing my front lawn [the middle!] and not get hit by lightening. SO DUMB!!! Since when has lightening been a threat? Well.... Besides the fact that I was operating a metal machine with plastic coating. :D Oops. In which case, I finished this afternoon, and have never felt more relieved. It's not that I'm OCD [well....] it's just that you'd go insane as well if you knew that half of your lawn didnt' match the other half. LAME SAUCE!

Further more, due to block, our P.E. [our? *my] consisted of 1.5 hours, and we went bowling. Happily, one of my favorite people in the class [who is a fanTAStic photographer!] brought her camera, and we have proof of how crappy of a bowler I really am. Plus, we didn't have to dress down, so I was pretty for the third time this week! :D That's almost a record.

Anywho, suffice it to say, today definitely was... of mixed emotion. Or something like that. Cheers. :D

Utah, Graduations and Roadtrips

2009-04-25T20:02:00.000-07:00

Clearly, I've been absent for a few days. However, seeing as it was for a good reason, I figure I'll explain the circumstances.

One of my brothers happened to be graduating with his Masters degree, so we all [being my sister, niece and nephew, rents, and myself] piled into our car and headed down on Thursday.

Here goes.

Thursday morning I decided not to get up on time to leave when we planned, so we were all in a cranky mood to begin with. Not only that, but my niece didn't sleep at all on the way down. No biggie. We were new to it. The way down was long, but mostly uneventful. Monotonous would be the best adjective for it. When we arrived, we checked into a hotel, got pretty for graduation commencement, and then skipped our way over to the center for the first ceremony. While it was interesting and the speakers were phenomenal [Elder Russle M. Nelson of the Twelve and Presiden Dieter F. Uchtdorf of the Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints], the previous six hour car ride wasn't the most invigorating thing in the world. Beceause of this, I sadly fell asleep, but happily awoke in time for Presiden Uchtdorf's address. It. Was. Awesome. Because I get camera happy, I always end up taking a million pictures of whoever will be in them with me, and in this case it was my mom.

After the ceremony and hours upon hours of no food, we all shimmied to an abhorred buffet. Abhorred, as in my least favorite flavor of all. Ridiculously, my two plates consisted solely of vegetables and strictly lean proteins, i.e. beans. The thing about buffets isn't that it's an opportunity to eat copious amounts of food, it's that the variety of food is catered towards the red-meat/lots-of-sugar dieted people. Although there is the option of a salad bar, there's something restricting about being devoted specifically to s.a.l.a.d. Weak sauce....

The next day [I had stayed with my beautiful brother and his adorable wife] we all gathered at their minute apartment to help clean it. Sadly, I clean really well. I know. Pathetic. I have all of the skills to be the perfect domestic engineer, I just abhor utilizing them. I cook. I bake. I clean. I glam. I'm a guy magnet. Haha. Jk.

Several grungies and a graduation later [the one where the grads walked and had their names read and all that jazz], we were all running on fumes and no protein. That makes for an angry Black mob. While I love being vegetarian, I absolutely disdain when my family says "Let's go __________ to eat" when they know perfectly well they offer no protein alternatives. Oh well. As life is. In which case, I was overjoyed when Friday night we ate at a joint by the name of Guru's, which was totally my vibe. Happily, they had an amazing veg menu, and tasted almost better [if not the same] as mine. :D I was thoroughly amazed by the deliciousness of the grub and the ethereal atmosphere emitted.

Saturday morning before we hit the interstate we stopped off at a museum of natural life. It. Was. Fabulous. I had been to it before, but they had new animals which I hadn't seen last time. Happily, there was an elephant. I got a [few] pictures of it. :D I absoltuely adore elephants. Weird, right? Not really. I.E. I have a statuette of an elephant named Earl on my desk. There was also a rhinocerous. [: They're not as cool, but they're cooler than me, so it all evens out.

Lastly, after about seven hours of drama and attitudes, we pulled into our driveway. I have to say that although I absoltuely adore traveling, there's nothing quite comparable to sleeping in my own bed, facing my own direct, again.

Now I can move on with my life and get back to a regular blog schedule. Much love and Cheers! :D

P.S. I forgot to mention how absolutely heinous hotels are! I hate not being in control of the direction of my BED!!!! BUT! they make for great backdrops for my adorable kids. :D <3>P.P.S. Might I add that this was the eighth full length graduation I've attended, and the third for this brother. It was a blast, but as always, it was loooooooooooooong! Love him though. So I'd do it any day for him.

Three Hours, Muffins and Toast

2009-04-22T16:22:00.001-07:00

Yesterday was my weekly mowing day. So, once I got home from school I started mowing. Of course, it happened to be quite late, seeing as I hung out with my sister before coming home. I started mowing at 5:10. What a lovely time of day. :D I felt so crepuscular.

Not only was it fantastic, but I was able to wear my Richard Simmons shorts. Yes, they were that short. Happily, the sun was shining enough to give me a half shade tan. :D It was AWESOME! As in awe inspiring.

As I was finishing my back yard, a very very good friend of mine and his sister dropped by. However, at the time I had no idea who they were. The only thing I could see was two people walking out of the sunset. Apparently I'm not the only crepuscular around. Anywho, it was fantastic! :D He brought me a muffin! How adorable is that? Love him.

Because of the inordinate sunshine as of late [no kidding! It's pretty much all I've been talking about for WEEKS!], my brain has indeed fried. Take today in PE for example. It was an hour and a half long [the first problem], and for the first half we did cardio and strength training [the second problem]. After finishing the cardio portion, I was still smiling [third problem]. Moving onto the pitiful game of soccer we played [fourth problem], my running buddy and I [who I absolutely adore] resolved to do Cross Country next year [fifth problem]. Inspired by our new commitment for six months from now [sixth problem], we ran back to the locker rooms after PE [seventh problem]. After school I was so excited about joining XC [eighth problem] that I mistakenly told one of my best friends that I was considering joining next year [ninth problem]. He happens to be a major runner. Now I'm doomed. See? My brain has turned to MUSH! There's no mistaking it! I have summer-fever! Now I have to go pack. And do laundry. Not in that order. Psh. I'm gone. Cheers! :D

Siphons, Sunshine Pt III and ACTs Comparably

2009-04-20T16:50:00.000-07:00

This morning as I was dragging my sorry carcas around my bathroom trying to get pretty and after applying four flavors of eyeliner in various textures, I grabbed my favorite mascara and opened it like usual. Unhappily, I thought I was running low on it. Sad day!However, to my great may, the siphon scraping off the inordinate amounts of mascara had popped out, so I was left with an Extreme Collosal brush with gobs of gorgeous raw. unsiphoned mascara. I was in heaven. Today, my eye make up was fantastic. I just thought you should know that. Maybe I'll take a picture for you. It will last longer.

Because of the amazing weather we Boiseans have been experiencing, for mortals, it seems to be going directly to their heads. Take P.E. for example.... I'm absolutely thrilled to be outside burning to a crisp everyday. It's one of my favorite things in the world. Melanoma here I come. However, Mondays are lab days. Because of this, I take my junk home Friday, wash it Monday, and bring it Tuesday for use. Today, due probably to the weather, our teachers decided to spring us out into the world to play ultimate hell. *Frisbee. As you can imagine, I had not materials with me to proceed in a subservient manner. For this reason, I whined to my all too evil teacher, and weaseled my way out of it. So I walked the track with two other ladies in the same predicament. :D Go us.

Remember how I was crying about my ACT score? Well. One of my good friends got his score and it was a 34. I was pretty stoked for him, because really that's amazing. I suppose when I retake the ACT I'll do better. Maybe I'll even aspire to get a 34. :D Then we can be equal! Well.... As equal as standardized tests can illustrate. P.S. I am the worst test taker in the world. And I don't even get test anxiety. Call it the PSP effect. False sense of reality. That works too.

Well.... I suppose I'm off to enjoy my own sunshine. :D Cheers!

ACT Scores, PWs and Everything Else

2009-04-19T13:18:00.000-07:00

I don't know why today feels more different than any other day. Maybe it's because my insides are on fire and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because after weeks of anticipation I finally gave in and looked up my ACT score online. Maybe it's because I did a lot worse than I expected. I remember feeling after the test that I could take on the entire world because I [thought I] did so well. Maybe I should have studied more. I can really say that about everything, but especially this. It doesn't make sense. I studied as much as I could cram into my brain over a month's time, and I still didn't do well at all. I feel like my nightmare score of 18 really came to be. 26 isn't much better. And I thought I rocked it. I suppose either I can accept it or continue to whine about it until I take it again.

While I only have three passwords, I have a plethora of user names to try and keep straight. This wouldn't be so bad if I had them all written somewhere and not floating around in my jelly filled brain. It's bad enough knowing that I'm stupid most of the time, but for an unbiased website to scream it at me just reiterates it ten thousand stars over. How am I supposed to get into medical school if I can't even keep my head aligned?

All else seems to be crashing today. Yesterday was great. Today, not so much. Just in time to need to be normal for the school week again. Wouldn't it be fantastic if I could just keep my thoughts in my head and drown out the noise. Most people talk about gears in the mind turning, but I don't think they really know what that sounds like. Cognition sounds like nothing. Sometimes I wish I were deaf so I wouldn't have to hear anything. But would I still hear my own heart beat? Right now I don't entirely care to hear that either. I would be happy with complete silence and a few Coconut Record songs. Let's see how that works. Cheers.

Paranoia, Prom and Henry David Thoreau

2009-04-18T08:42:00.000-07:00

Precisely two weeks ago at relatively the same time as now, I took the infamous ACT. Last Tuesday, the gentleman who sat directly next to me said "Have you recieved your scores yet?" To this I said no, they hadn't come. He then informed me that his had. This makes me wonder if I filled something in wrong, because the ominous threat from the proctor was "Fill everything in completely lest it take around 8 weeks to grade." Hopefully it comes today. Hopefully I did well. I had a nightmare a few nights ago that it came and I got an 18. I woke up in a cold sweat. It was absolutely terrifying. When I told my mom and friends about it, the common response I recieved was laughter. I didn't think it was a laughing matter at all! To me it was completely serious and awful! Some friends I have.

Seeing as it's less than a month until the also dreaded Prom, tensions are starting to fly high in my brain. After hearing about it from my fellow female peers since March, I'm completely sick of it. Literally, all anybody wants to talk about is "OMG! You have to see my prom dress! It's the b.o.m.b! I can't wait to look to slutty in it! But wft, I haven't even been asked yet. At least not by the person I want to go with. My life is so lame! Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" I can handle that for about 0.2 seconds. If a lady wants to have a legitimate conversation about prom with me using proper grammer and not saying "like" every two words, I'm completely open to it. BUT! When chickas are all like "OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!" it's absolutely nerve racking. No fake. My tolerance for unwitty teen-age girls is analogous to my tolerance for dead ducks.

Yesterday in English our teacher passed out another AP practice test for us. The passage on the first page was titled Walking with no listed author. My teacher said "If you can tell me who the author of this piece is I will give you a cookie." Why is it that we try so hard for a cookie in life? Anywho, the first words that [unwillingly] came out of my mouth were "It's either Hemmingway or Thoreau." One of my unlucky peers sniped me and said "You can't guess two!" So of course, I chose Hemmingway, based on his Idaho-ness, and that Idaho is pretty much all about walking. However, I was mistaking him with Thoreau, who spent a year in a secluded cabin reading and naturing. Sad day! After many Twains and Menkins later, Bevis was implied that it had already been said. Another of my peers finally shouted out "THOREAU!!!" to which I retorted "I said that like ten years ago!" Well, we both ended up getting a cookie, but I gave mine to my posterior seat buddy. I don't know why but it really upset me. I haven't quite figured that out yet.

For your sake I'll keep this short. However, before I go tidy up my life, I'll share one thing else. Yesterday after school I avoided [for some time] the traffic going home by remining at school. In a moment of hilarity and unclear thinking, a friend walked towards me, but somehow I reacted unexpectedly and fled to my car. How this worked I'm not entirely certain, but I can see now that you would have had to have been there to understand. I think what happened was me thinking he was slightly attacking me, so my reaction was to get away, but I was cornered between my open door and my car. Never mind. It's not really something I can explain. :D Keep in mind though that this previous week was ridiculously slow. Which reminds me, it's interesting how time is so relevant to the person. I find it completely fascinating, not unlike fascia. I actually just love that word. And tissue for that matter. Now that I'm rambling, I suppose I'll go on a ride, or something like that. Once it gets warmer. There's nothing more disgusting than riding in the cold, wind, or cold wind. So much for keeping it short. :D Cheers.

Block, Kong and AMAZING Weather

2009-04-16T14:54:00.000-07:00

Seeing as this has taken ten thousand years, you know it has to be good.

For the past week, the weather has been slightly amazing. I should say, it has been much better than it has previously. The sun has shone for almost a week straight, and it's been warm[er] than before. This is good. This is very good.

Really what I mean to say is that my absence can be explained by the weather, and further activities outdoors. Coincidentally, that means less time to blog, because, by some twist of hell, my day still remains 24 hours long.

Because the sophomores are required to take Standard Tests in the fall and spring, for the next three weeks our schedule is blocked, which really just equates to moronic thinking by the school district. What's the point of having a 27 minute class? So you can assign more homework due the next day? Yeah. That's cool. Morons....

Happily, in English we've been watching my new favorite documentary, King of Kong. When you watch it, you'll soon realize why it's my new fave. :D P.S. That's me telling you to watch it.

Lastly [before I go ride my heart out], this previous Saturday I was able to mow lawns for rec. I loved it. Why? Because it's an extended period of time where I don't have to do anything, and I can think without interruptions. I know. Weird. Right? Not really. During this adventure, I happened to do something inordinately stupid, and burned my hand. Yes. There are pictures. Second degree. How cool is that?

This past Tuesday, I had finished the three hours of mowing my own lawn and was replacing a hose I had moved. Of course this time I had been thinking of how ridiculous a particular teacher of mine was, and all manner of nasty things to say to him. By Karma, when I flipped the hose out, it whapped back to smack me in the lip. I won't say that I didn't cry. I'm a gigantic bawl baby. You already knew that. Leave it be said that I have a few amazing cuts orally, which have continued to swell due to unintentional biting of them. LAME!

P.P.S. It's not that I don't love you, it's more like the reason I've neglected blogging is because I absolutely adore warm weather and getting a sweet tan. :D In which case, don't be surprised to see me less often. But if I have catastrophic material, I'll be sure to keep you posted. What am I talking about? Everything is catastrophic to me!!! Cheers. [:

Cups, Popsicles and Sunshine

2009-04-09T16:46:00.000-07:00

Good heavens! It's been quite some time! Well. Since yesterday.... :D However, I will say that it has felt like an eternity and a half, therefore I'm justified in saying that it's been quite some time.

In P.E. [aka Hell class, but you already knew that] I started to get the feeling that I'd pulled or slightly torn my anterior quads, in each leg, precisely in the same spot. How uncool is that? Yeah. I thought so as well. The reason I say that I started to get the feeling was about one quarter of the way through cup relays [build them up, take them down, build them up, take them down, ect], my legs felt like there were stilettos sticking out of them. Very happy.... :D Really. They still feel like that or the most part, but the acid buildup isn't nearly as bad as yesterday's adventure. Without kidding you, I have moved like a geriatric lady for the past two days. While I admit it's entirely amusing, I can't say that it's the best flavor in the box....

Today was the second official cardio ride I did with my mom. Happily, my legs decided to not hate me while in motion, though the little stabby stabs certainly didn't help any. P.S. The ride was great. :D After putting our bikes in the garage, I commenting on how I felt like a Popsicle [rather chilled and neon]. To this my mom said to me "Good! Me too!" By now she had pulled out two Popsicles, one for me, and one for her. I was cool with that. I mean, it is April after all. Pretty much Popsicle season anyway.... :D

Happily, the sun was shining today, which has helped immensely to motivate me out of my lair and into the vitamin D laden atmosphere. P.P.S. It worked.

Seeing as I have a piano lesson in 40 minutes, I figure I had better go gather my materials. I'm psyched. :D This is my first time back in about a month due to conflicting schedules, and it's totally apparent in my performance. Gladly, I'm going back. I haven't been this excited about piano in a few months. Wish me luck. :D Cheers.

Blinkers, Lunges and RAIN!!!

2009-04-08T15:46:00.001-07:00

So.... I'm back.... :D

My amazing antique of a red truck sometimes likes to freak my out by not blinking when I turn on my blinkers. This really does work effectively to freak me out. Woo hoo, you should have seen me yesterday! Here's the scenario. I was leaving school, and as I was pulling out of the lot [more like the sardine can] my blinkers decided to bust on me. SO! I waited extensively for a long gap where I could pull out safely, and not confuse any of the other drivers. Because of this, my fellow sardines behind me became inordinately frustrated, and were honking quite rudely. Happily, I made it home safely, and did NOT! crash, burn, die, or all of the above.

After I got home from school yesterday, I promptly told my dad about the whole thing, and he agreed to take a look at my fuses to see what the problem was. Well. That was Tuesday. Aka yesterday. This morning at 7:20 am he comes out and says "Well, I guess I'll take a look at your truck." Yes. 7:20 am as in 5 minutes before I need to leave. Cute. Really cute. Let it be known that my mom gave me a ride to school today, with the intention of bringing my truck up later so she wouldn't have to come get me after school also. Well.... That didn't happen, so I got a note in sixth hour compelling me to meet my mom where I usually do when she picks me up. It looks like my blinkers didn't get fixed after all....

In addition to a funky blinker yesterday, the sun was shining, and our P.E. class played outside. I wouldn't really call it play though. I might revise that to say "died." That would definitely be more appropriate. After a series of beefy sprints, sprint tag, push-ups, sit-ups, and 50K lunges, I supposed I would be a little sore the next day. The next day [as in today], I woke up and felt like I'd been hit by a truck! It took a full four minutes to get out of my bed! Ugh! Tell me that wasn't hell. I suppose Lactic Acid is great, but when I say I'm on acid, it seems like it's more noticeable than Acid. Yuck. I hope tomorrow feels much better!

Today wouldn't have been so crazy had it not been -60 degrees with fourty inches of rain pelting down every three seconds. Ok, it wasn't that bad, but it was still cold and wet. NOT! my favorite weather at all! Yes. I prefer my life hot. Hot as in 80-110 hot. None of this "pleasant" 60-70 crap. Anywho, hopefully the rest of the week will be clear and hot. Or at least warm. :D Cheers!

ACTs, Strawberries and Chocolate Milk [Not Together]

2009-04-04T13:01:00.000-07:00

This morning was the unfortunately long ACT, but happily it was short[er] than if I would have taken the writing portion as well. I have to say, whilst advertising my mad academic skills [haha] I learned what a septillion was. It happens to be a one with 24 zeros after it. So it looks something like 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. {: In case you were wondering.

Yesterday was rather funk, if you couldn't already tell. After I got home from school, I noticed a beautiful container of fresh strawberries, which I'm not entirely prone to, but they resembled my mood best. For the past few weeks I've been on a low sugar intake. For this reason, fruit has been the most sugary food I've eaten. Probably due to a mood imbalance, I felt ridiculously glutinous. Obviously, there's a problem when a person feels fat for eating fruit.

Over at a friend's house this evening, we played some four person Scrabble. For the second game in a row, I got my butt inordinately kicked. I think my brains are melting in its padded walls. Wouldn't that be ironic? One medium that I can actually work with somewhat diminished by who knows what. Whatever the case, my friend laid down a word on the right middle TW, and exclaimed exasperatedly "I almost could have done resided!" However, after looking at the two letters left on his rack, I stole them, and made residing which gave him 50 extra points in addition to his TW. I can pretty much thank myself for losing my game. Because of my "good work" [his family was ticked!] he made me a glass of chocolate milk. AKA the only milk I can handle by itself. With the exception of strawberry. Go me. Saving the world, breaking my mind, and getting a full serving of dairy.

Seeing as it's late and I'm feeling otiose, I suppose I'm off to bed. Cheers.

Sticks, Stones and Broken Bones

2009-04-03T16:28:00.000-07:00

Normally I don't have a problem with guys. Normally I know how to handle myself and my emotions in referance to how they treat me. Normally they're quite docile, and even a bit domestic if you will. However, there are times when even a fortress must fall.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, and words can always hurt me.

Well. Not always. Only at times when I'm vulnerable and slightly dependent.

Nine hour recap: Last night when I came home from Youth Court I checked something online. In the course of the evening, somehow things were [hopefully] communicated poorly, and feelings and pride [particularly mine] were damaged. For this reason [along with previously ignored stress] have I regressed out of manic and back into depression, I think. The reason I say "I think" is because I feel precisely how I did a few months ago when I relapsed, and also a number of years back when it hit the first time.

Needless to say, after a few tears and much thought, I finally woke up six hours later. From here I rolled into school, haven't felt the same since the event, and feel lost in my head. It's like I'm caught in a tangle of my own thoughts, to where I can't say anything to anybody, because they're all their own web, and information flies fast. In more than one way, my mind is stuck in padded, but thin, walls. Not only that, but I can hear everything out of the walls. It's like being trapped in a glass house, watching people watching you, and hearing all they say.

My thoughts weren't clear in my head today, and because of this my aloofness level was exaggerated greatly. Also because of this, more tears spilled than have in the past four months, causing a class period to be spent numbing my mind down.

I don't know anymore. I don't feel like me. I feel way more suffocated than I actually am, and like I'm stuck in this rut until I get it figured out again. Something tells me I should have just written how I got out of it down so I'd have it for notes. That would have been useful.

I suppose the other reason I feel confined to my head is because if I say what I'm thinking, because it's so contrary to popular belief, I'll just be corrected. While I'm fine with correction, I'm not entirely prone to being corrected about my own thoughts, as though someone else knows what they really should be. I guess my view of myself is warped more than I thought. That doesn't make me not feel like a monster squeezed inside this human skin. Cheers. Or something like that.

Ugly T Shirts Revisted, Youth Court Revisted and Recipes for the First Time

2009-04-02T20:01:00.000-07:00

As you may [but aren't required to] remember, back in October of last year I participated in a History convention for a bunch of antiquidated history buffs, or as we know them, history teachers. At this shindig, the helpers [I hate to use the word aids in this case] recieved [free of charge] that year's convention long sleeved T-shirt, complete with McGraw-Hill text book company logo and a bucking bronco with couwboy on back. Really, we were all aghast at having to wear the grisly things. Since then, the group that has the Ts sporadically has planned ugly T-shirt days. Today was one of them. You see, if one of us were to wear the shirt it would just look like we had bad taste and jaundice. BUT! If an entire group of us wore them, we'd have moral support. Call it Ugly Ts Anonymous.

Being a Thursday, I was sorely tempted to skip UTA day and do Dress Up Thursday instead. However, I didn't want to strand my fellow UTAers and leave them high centered in the stream. I figured that I couldn't switch horses half way up the mountain. Because of this, I wore my ugly T-shirt, and looked [from the words of my friend] "frumpy and unattractive." The price I pay for group support. Seeing also that it was Thursday, my favorite day of the week, I had the chance to participate in Youth Court again, and this time I got my job back as clerk, and I raqed it. Yeah. As I though. Mm hmm. No really. It was amazing. [: Sans the chirospasm. {: Love community service. Which leads perfectly into that I missed the induction meeting for Honor Society [why I was at Youth Court, acrueing service hours], but didn't really miss it. So sad. :D

News flash [I think?]: Mel's gone vegetarian. It's rather enjoyable, except for trying to find amazingly interesting recipes that don't call for tofu. I'm not that far into it yet. But maybe someday I'll get there. Anywho, if you have any amazing veg recipes, shout them out to me! :D Cheers.

Cardio, Talking Heads and April Fools

2009-04-01T18:21:00.000-07:00

Huzzah! I've started biking again! :D However, after four months or so of NOT! biking, I've forgotten how tender the seat of a bike can make you. BUT! I'm all for it because of the other [real] benefits from it. P.S. I love biking. Maybe one day I'll be a cycler. Unlikely, but hey, whatever works.

Yesterday [or some time ago] I gave my friend a ride home. Somehow I ended up with a gruesome plastic head in my car "impaled" by a plastic spear. That was lovely.

There are reasons why I absolutely abhor April Fools Day, one of which being that it's the day that people who aren't man enough to play pranks finally can. That irritates me beyond belief. Another reason why I loath the retched day is that five years ago I slammed the four fingers of my left hand into a locked car door. When I asked my mom to unlock the door she thought I was April Fool's-ing her, laughed, and started away. She didn't really get it until I started to pale. When I pulled my hand out, it was pretty much flat, and while standing on the ramp waiting to go into orchestra that day, I looked at my hand, passed and hit my head on the railing. That was lovely. I then proceeded to crawl [on hands and knees] into the classroom. I did not play my cello that day.

A few weeks later in the same class, my teacher used the line "None of you crawled into class!" and to that one of my fellow cellist said under his breath but loud enough to hear "Melanie did...."

Anywho, I feel like fooling myself into doing some homework, so Cheers, if I don't die. :D

Short Forks, Skinny Spoons and Pumpkin Pie

2009-03-31T18:00:00.001-07:00

For the past few years, I have had a definite aversion to particular dinner utensils, those being normal forks and spoons. To take their place, I've adapted to using salad forks [for their short nature] and parfait spoons [because they're long and skinny!] in my normal eating routine. And even in my abnormal eating routine. Fun fact that I thought you should know about me. :D P.S. Whenever I eat ice cream, I also prefer to use a fork.

Walking into my house today after ridiculous light flavors that insist on yellowing as I pull up, I noticed half of a crust-less 9x13 pumpkin pie waiting for me. Cold. Just the way I like it. I pretty much had a party while reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Yeah. Plus it made me feel better after many more miles of cardio than should have been done. I'm gone to do homework. Or something like that. Cheers. :D

Sweaters, Furniture and Chocolate Chip Cookies

2009-03-29T13:31:00.001-07:00

-From Saturday-

This morning my mom and I went shopping. Yes. My mom and I. Shopping. She hates it. :D I love it. It's a healthy mix of the extremes. I don't feel absolutely awful about dragging her there with me. We shopped for her the night before.

For some strange reason the clearance rack is positioned directly as you walk in. Immediately I was drawn to a lovely purple knit cardigan that simply screamed "I'm yours!" So I bought it. Pics later if I ever remember to take some while wearing it.

Some time later, I came home, quite burnt out. Because of this, I fell asleep on my couch [an EW couch mind you] after cleaning for some in my house. A friend was coming over later this evening, and I had planned to have my house rearranged before he arrived. Yeah. That didn't happen. :D Being the awful Shedevil that I am, I enlisted his amazing skill and muscles to help me move some bookcases around in my living room. While it doesn't sound that amazing, I can affirm honestly that it was. We shed blood, [maybe a little] sweat, and tears over that project! I'm not even sure if I like it....

For being such a good candidate [and partly because my family came over and immediately begged me to make them] I decided to make chocolate chip cookies. Thinking that we already had a bag of chocolate chips, I was set to make them. However, not knowing that they had been demolished whilst I was spring breaking, I had to run to the store to get some. Haha. Very funny. '-'

The store trip took waaaaaaaaay longer than expected, mostly because my mom loaded us up with a list of things to get. No worries though. :D We had a blast. I think.

The cookies were crap for the first four testers, because I substituted one cup of oatmeal straight across for one cup of flour, and that was dumb. Obviously the density of oatmeal and flour is different. Even I knew that! -Rolls eyes-

I decided some time later to add the proper amount of flour, and boom chief! The cookies I'm [in]famous for and everyone [sans me] loves! Amazing how that works. :D

It's Saturday, and I spend the day shopping, moving furniture, and hanging with family and near family. I can handle that. Much love. Cheers. :D

Airplanes, Oranges and Scrabble

2009-03-27T14:22:00.000-07:00

Last night I had to oober pack to fit everything that I'd brough, in addition to the stuff I bought while up here. That was exciting.

After a three hour car trip to the airport, I almost missed my flight because I was still in security while my plane [yes, MY plane] was boarding. Wow. Finding a seat was even more exciting than packing.

During take off, I almost lost it, due to the fact that I'd had very little breakfast. Luckily, I don't puke easily. Thank Heavens. :D

This evening a good friend came over. As we were setting up the Scrabble board to play with my mom [even though I'm not a big fan of three or four person Scrabble; two is the way to go!], I noticed a container of oranges sitting on my table. This wouldn't have been so exciting, had I not remembered that my favorite aunt had sent me on the plane with string cheese, and oranges. The oranges didn't fit in my bag, so I had to leave those with her. BUT! It was still exciting to see more oranges, so mid sentence I stopped and declared happily "I HAVE ORANGES!" Apparently I was the only one to get it, but that didn't make it not funny for the other company. :D What was really funny was that I only had string cheese, and NOT! oranges.

Believe me, it was a healthy game of Scrabble. I have a passion for words and language, which is probably why I love Scrabble like I do. Anywho, while I didn't break 300 [I was 6 away from it!!!!] it was still a pretty happy game, even though I only had one bingo... sad day! I suppose I'll be off to my own bed now, where my Chi can reset to my typical north-south bed. Love it! I've been stuck in an east-west bed for the past week and a half. Not fun. Cheers. :D

Homework, Cubans and More Homework

2009-03-26T18:27:00.000-07:00

Not that I'm whining or anything... BUT! oh my gosh! Shouldn't spring break be a legitimate break from school? Did I miss something in the heirarchy of school issued breaks? My bad.

With that in mind, please note also that I had a massive paper [that I suppose I could have done before...], two chapters of history [just so I don't stick out in class by not knowing the material...] to outline, and a million blog entries to catch up on [do you see how much I love you?]. TELL ME THAT ISN'T THE TYPICAL BREAK AGENDA! Great. I can't wait for college, where there is no spring break....

Speaking of which.... :D

This morning as I was working on my behemoth that they call English [yeah. It's not my first language.... Jk.] Paper, my aunt informed me that some visitors would be stopping by. Typically I'd show some effort to look decent, but because of the nature of this paper, I felt no inclination to change or even get half pretty. So here I was in my pj's and a naked face, when in walks one of the most adorable gentlemen I've ever seen. After being introduced the first thing that he said was "I'm not Spanish," which I thought was funny, so I un-wittily retorted "Neither am I." Wow. I'm awesome. He was Cuban [ancestrally, but really from Florida], and that probably had something to do with his gorgeous tan. By then I was half embarrassed of the nudity of my face. Not really though. I figure if I'm insecure enough to be ashamed of my natural face, then I'm more lame than I already am. If we hadn't run into them later when I had my face on I would of felt absolutely awful. Oh well. At least he saw me both ways. :D

Suffice it to say, although he's a few years older than me, we'll end up [maybe?] at the same college, in the same grade, so who knows what will happen.

After that, my day become highly uneventful. My aunt and I went to my gramma's, then came home and did more homework. How lame is that?

Yeah, I thought so too. I'd better go finish the rest that I have. Cheers.