Parties, Chocolate, and Stripy Tights

Seeing as it's the most amazing day of the year [excluding my birthday and Valentine's Day (NOT in that order)], Halloween, I find it highly appropriate to be frustrated that I don't get candy this year. The tragedy is caused from a number of things, the first being that I'm in high school. Yes, it's true that I'm short enough to pass for a 12 year old, but I wouldn't say that I still have the figure of a preteen. Also, I will be throwing my own party tonight, one that consists of no scary movies, no idiotic pranks, and no candy. My parents, however, aren't held to the same diet rules as I am, so when some friends of theirs brought over a bag of chocolate, they had no inhibitions. I felt betrayed. MY OWN PARENTS! Partying it up with chocolate RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! The nerve of SOME people!
I felt gypped. I honestly felt as though my rents, who are supposed to care for me, ripped one of my sugar teeth. They get chocolate and all I get is a measly orange and a potentially great body? Preposterous! I got the equivalent of Charlie Brown in the lines from Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin "I got a rock."
However, the compensation of the black and orange stripy tights under my running shorts with a t shirt makes up for the candy in a non-related but highly meaningful way. Just remember the power of the stripy tights! Cheers. :]

Migrains, Hairnets, and Nice Calves

I am proud to announce that I have been migraine free for almost an entire week! That trend, was broken sadly this morning though. I was on a roll. However, at about 2:00 a.m. I woke up with a killer pinching on the right side of my head. This lead to the inevitable vomiting, but since I had no undigested food in me, it was pure bile. And yes, it was severely vile, disgusting, and gross. At least I woke up instead of asphyxiating on my own vomit. That truly would be a tragedy. I'm not sure if the migraine was a result of this dream, or if the dream was a result of the migraine, but I dreamed that a sheep was standing on my head, and it was highly uncomfortable. It's stupid little peg legs were digging into the area behind my eye and around my right ear. Pretty much in the area of my temporal lobe and part of my frontal cortex.
I have decided to turn my pathetic life into something more worthwhile, so I am working on becoming a physique model. I'm not even close to it yet, but that's my motivation to improve my health, and get a killer body; killer as in I feel like killing people because exercise sucks so much. Of course I wouldn't ever do that, but that's almost exactly how I feel after every bloody session of cardio or whatever I do a day. My endorphines don't start working until I'm done. How lame is that? Then I take a look at my brother, and realize that it takes hard work and dedication. Neither of which I have, but by the time I'm a fitness model I hope to have gained some. Of course this is the same brother that eats cake half a pan at a time.
My parents went on a field trip today, with some of their friends, to a food processing plant. What did I get out of it? A measly hairnet my mom brought back for me to treasure and keep forever. My very own hairnet! :D How cool is that? ...
Happily, I'm out to a piano lesson quite soon, and am ecstatic to do so. There's something refreshing about hanging out with one of my closest friends for about an hour and collaborating to make me a better musician. Of course it's accompanied by the usual "PLAY!" from my mother, who has rarely missed a lesson of mine in almost eight years. She's way more devoted to piano than most piano moms I know. I mean, who actually sits in on their kid's lesson for an hour every Thursday for pretty much a decade? Seriously. She's amazing that way.
Also happily, I've finished most of my homework for today. That's a rare event. For me to be done before 10 p.m. that is. I'm a good student. I always do my homework. Just not always in a timely fashion. :D This means that I can chill with a great book and lightly flavored water until I am forced to shower and go to bed. As always, it's been a blast. Cheers! :D

Sinuses, Sudafed, and Mood Swings

Well.... My sinuses are clogged.... It's not the happiest feeling I've felt, but it's better than what has been going on, so I guess I can't complain that much. It just feels like there's a solid mass of disgusting, super nasty, intensely concentrated brain phlegm or SOMETHING lodged behind my right orbital socket, at pretty much the top left "corner" of it. It's appalling. When I sneeze or blow my nose [unhappily], the pain is comparable to a gigantic needle stabbing into my brain. Anywho, I wouldn't be surprised if I burst a blood vessel in my eye. That would be cool.
In order to attack my sinuses in a not so friendly way, I decided to take some nasty crap medicine which works wonders on colds and congestion, especially in your sinus cavities. I took a normal dose [2 tablets] at about 7:00 a.m., so I would be functional at school that day [because apparently I had to go...].
As I found out from our school nurse, medications like that hit their peak of effectiveness after about 6 hours of ingestion. During AP History [5th hour] I was wired! Wired as in moodswingish, paranoid, hyperactive, spacey, and aggressive. How lame is that? I.E. I was sitting in my desk as my teacher droned on and on about the Jeffersonian Era [which I could care less about] and my friend sitting in the desk in between the heater and me started to look at me funny. I didn't know this because I was too busy thinking about Pac Man and looking angry. I noticed the tapping coming from the heater only moments later, when I furiously looked over at her with a glare that would have stopped blood flow if it wanted to.
In my head it all made perfect sense. She was kicking the heater. Of course! That makes complete sense!!! The quietest girl in the entire class suddenly decided to make a helluva racket. Right. As I was glaring at her, I was thinking "WHY is she doing that? That's ridiculous! I was becoming SO angry it was scaring me! Then I realized that she wouldn't do that, and I felt completely stupid.
After about 2 more hours of ridiculous mood swings, I'm happy to report that I was back to [my] normal. Note to self: No more Sudafed before 10:00 a.m. Cheers!

Homecoming, Ebola, and Small Children

To the date, it has been exactly a week since my school's homecoming dance. Must I say I rocked it. With the help of my date of course. More on that later. To preface my tale, I have been sick consecutively for the past three weeks, with no breaks. While the ailments have varied, I have been slightly miserable since late September. Through homecoming week, I missed two days of school, and vomited more than I care to mention. However, I was only sick in the mornings, and by the afternoon felt relatively fine. In comparison to the a.m., by the p.m. I was cured. No, I am not pregnant. By the time Saturday the 18th rolls around, I'm feeling comparably fine. By the morning of the 18th, I was the sickest I had been in all. I was severely dehydrated, had no more bile left, and was sore from heaving to get the bile out. Long story [somewhat] short, I gave my date a call and politely [but pathetically] explained that I wouldn't be able to go to homecoming, and that I was honestly crushed. And I was. I made my judgment too quickly though, because I was not only able to make it to my 2:15 p.m. hair appointment, but I was also able to get ready, and go out with my date. I felt fabulous, to say the least. I wasn't complaining either.
So my sister arrives at my house to see me off, and sneakily snaps some shots, and then asks [for what reason I'm not sure] if she can take our picture [she would have anyway, even if we had said no]. Since my mom doesn't get very excited about stuff like this, my sister was a great fill in for her. My sister was also 9 months pregnant at the time. Naturally, I was joking with her that should she have her baby whilst we were gone, she should give us a call, and we could come see her in the hospital once the birthing process was over. She replied with a witty "If you come home and find a small child in your bed, you'll know I had the baby" [referring to my niece, who would stay with her grents (my parents) while her rents were in the hospital]. My niece also was able to sneak into one of the pictures.
Before going to the actual dance, the group my date and I were in went to dinner. WOW! The food was great, once the millennium passed that it took to get to our tables from the kitchen. Not only that, but the restaurant didn't take reservations, so we waited in line for ten years before getting in. No biggie. We talked. And should have sung songs. When we were eventually seated, we were introduced to our waiters [Dave and Brie], who were very polite, but extremely unhelpful. We decided that Dave had to have something wrong with him. We also decided as we were pulling out of the parking lot and ran over the curb that we in reality ran over Dave for being so rude to us.
Next, we actually did go to the dance. It was at an ice rink. Who holds a formal dance at an ice rink? My school. Duh. It was cold, it was somewhat miserable [because it was cold], and it was bi-polar temperature wise. You see, the actual ice rink was available for use, but the dance portion of the dance was held in an event room on the top floor. The room was separated from the man portion of the rink by two lobbies of space. Pious bovine. Once you crossed the threshold of those doors, you were introduced immediately to a solid wall of sweat and humidity. It would have been more humorous had it not been so real. That and the modern dance music made the dance portion of the evening highly entertaining.
Ironically, the next day, my sister did have her baby, and I now have a new nephew. He's pretty ugly in human terms, but in newborn terms, he's adorable. The thing about babies is that they've been cooped up in an enclosed watery prison for nine months give or take a few, so they're wrinkly and nasty looking. They really get cute only after about a month or two of serious drying out. He'll only get cuter. Cheers.

Ridiculous Rules, Amazing Mascara, and Ultimate Humiliation

Tonight has to be one of the most humiliating evenings I have had in a long while. School was actually half decent, and now this, to blow all of my plans up. I should start by saying that at about 2:00 a.m. this morning I woke up with terrible throbbings in both of my eyes. I think the best way to describe it would to say that it felt like there were forks pushing down and in from the tops of my eyeballs, and the optic nerves were being severely traumatized beyond believe. I am thoroughly surprised that I can still see anything. Accompanying this lovely sensation, was the most intriguing version of reverse peristalsis that I have ever experienced. No detail necessary. This followed suit about ever 20 minutes for the next four hours. Along with the amazing vomiting and blunt trauma, I was incredibly cold. For the record, it snowed today, and it's only October. I was completely wrapped up in my blankets, two sweatshirts, a long sleeve shirt, fleece pj pants, longjanes, socks, AND gloves. Logically, I should have been warm. Anywho, so that went on until I had to get up for school, which I tend to forget starts 20 minutes late on Fridays. I looked like crap today because I was hurrying to get ready for school at the normal time. I was sick enough to not be able to keep any food down, so I skipped breakfast. Bad idea. So I get to school, am dieing, feel like calling my mom to come get me, but can't because I have three major tests spread throughout the day. First period, second period, and fifth period. Sixth period is my favorite [English, and I have the most amazing teacher that could ever exist!!!], so there was no way I would just skip that. Because of the order of my tests and classes, I was forced to stay the entire day.
When I got home, one of my good friends called me and asked if I wanted to go to a gathering at his house. I checked with my rents, called him back, and said yes. So I get somewhat cute, pick out an outfit, build my makeup with my new AMAZING mascara [p.s. I'm highly addicted to mascara], and went to his house. However, my dad insisted that he meet my friend's parents before he left. He's always been this way, but never to the extent of actually insisting on going to their house and meeting them. Usually it's when my guys come over and hang out. It turned out that his parents weren't home [but I didn't know this], and my dad was ridiculous enough to not let me stay. My rents were on their way to my sister's house, and I had no place else to go [seeing as my original destination had been blown to smithereens by my ruthless parents], so I went with them. I sat in the car and fumed the entire time. How dare they humiliate me in front of my friends? How dare they insult me by implying that I'm too immature and irresponsible to hang out with friends without parental supervision? How dare they make me cry enough to ruin an almost perfect makeup job? I suppose they have their reasons, even though they're the dumbest reasons that are ever to exist. So now that I'm done with my whiny-teenage-girl rant, I suppose I'll go work on something else, but that doesn't mean I'm not mad at them still. Cheers! Or, more like, Tears!

Snakes, Swine, and Imports

As the week progresses, I find that I have more time to reflect about the past, and more importantly what is to come. LAME!!! xD
So... Apparently because I was protectively coddling the watermelon container under the table I'm a hog. What can I say? I did offer it to everybody else, and they declined. Plus, it's my favorite fruit. Who wouldn't want to defend it all?
Today on the usual cardio-trip from hell on the 85ºer, I happened to run over the most disgusting vertebrate in the entire universe. A SNAKE!!! That's horrifying, especially for someone as defenseless against fears me! I screamed as I ran over it, stopped about 30' ahead of it [which was stupid because that just meant the I would have to get going again] and looked back at the hideous thing lying with it's entrails sprawled out over the pavement. YUCK!!! As my mom passed it, she just laughed and rode ahead of me. I happened to be having a panic attack, not breathing, and screaming at the jogger-dog combo passing that there was a SNAKE in the middle of the path! The alarm in my voice must have been more convincing to her than to my mom, seeing as she just ran faster. The snake was absolutely gigantic! It had to be AT LEAST 4' long, and 3" in diameter! It was awful! When I finally had the guts to move on from the idiotic snake, I had to catch up to my mom who was already ¼ mile ahead of me, and explain to her how traumatizing that had been, to unsympathetic ears of course. Later in the grueling expedition, we came upon another nasty, squished out, mutilated snake, but this one wasn't as big. It was only 3' long. Still super horrendous.
Earlier in a 1.5 hour period of A.P. U.S. History [one of the most ridiculous classes in the history of ridiculous classes], we were having a class discussion about yesterday's presentations of various important battles on the road to revolution. My group's battle happened to be when Washington crossed the Delaware River... twice. We were the third group yesterday, so naturally we were the third group today in the review. Fine. I can handle that. The order of questions our teacher asked was "a] where b]when c] why and d] importance?" Because my teacher is not prone to circumlocution, she abbreviated "importance" and "import." I'm not ashamed of what happened next, because the other brilliant chica in my group was thinking the same thing. When she asked us the "import" of our battle, we both said "no, there was no import." Being the third group, you would have thought we would have caught on to the clever shortened homophone she used. Of course our teacher proceeded to say "oh come on you guys, you know the importance!" Then it clicked, and we both felt really stupid. It was pretty amazing, because it not only encouraged us to pay more attention, but it produced a vociferous uproar of laughter from the class, which we paid a cheap expense for.
In conclusion [who says that?! Well duh it's in conclusion! It's almost over!], this concludes the semi-interesting events of today. Cheers!

Spandex, College Fairs, and Egg Flavored Grapes

Because I have one of the nicest mothers in the history of nice mothers, my mom brings me breakfast every morning when I'm getting ready, and it's usually attuned to my taste. Once in awhile however, a glass of skim milk slips in there. If I don't drink milk in the first place [milk is for cereal and baby cows! Unless it's chocolate....], why would I drink skim by itself? Sure, it stays colder longer, but that's why it's the perfect mate for cold cereals, hence the cold in cold cereal. This morning, I got one of my favorite hot cereals ever [wheat berries], a hard egg, grapes, and yogurt. I was ecstatic. Breakfast is 33.33% my favorite meal of the day. The wheat berries were awesome, as was the yogurt. The egg was a little leaky, and affected the flavor of the grapes, due to them sharing a plate. I won't say that egg flavored grapes are my favorite.
Today we as juniors and seniors of our high school were given the two hour opportunity to visit the annual college fair, to decide if and where we want to attend. I'll just start by saying that the colleges I plan on attending weren't even represented. Great. That leaves me with one hour and 55 minutes to do nothing but walk around to colleges that I'm not even interested in. Luckily, I found some good friends of mine, and we high-tailed it out of the seemingly penitentiary grove centre, and down to the middle of Boise. There's not much open in Boise before 11:00 a.m., and because of this, we had limited lunch possibilities. Happily, we found an Italian bread/sammich shop open, which had amazing sammiches, and cookies. While in our discussions there, a gentleman who was seated at the table next to ours was shocked to hear that one of my friends' birthday was the same day as his. This most definitely opened up some friendly conversation, and I learned that he will be 36 this Saturday. Seriously? He looked like he was 25 or less. Too bad he was too old for me. He was way cute. Finally, we determined that we should meander back to the rest of our group, we made it barely in enough time to catch the bus taking us back to our school.
That was exciting. What's more exciting, but really sad at the same time, is that I've begun to feel pretty in my nasty, grungy gym clothes. Yes. I know. It's disgusting. I know that. But there's just something appealing about seeing myself in a t-shirt and short[ish] shorts, with no curves to speak of. Don't ask me why, I wouldn't even be able to think of a rational explanation as to why. Anywho, I should probably attend to my mounds of homework that are waiting to assassinate me. Cheers!

Long Distance, Agony, and School Pictures

May I just start out by saying that today was more hideous that my future hairless cat? Yes. It really was that bad. Apparently Pocotello is long distance in the phone district, and the two hour phone call I made on a land line didn't help my status either. $130.90 later, I find out that it is long distance, and yes, I personally have to pay for it, even though that sounds entirely like a threat. A terrible day was in the making when at 6:30 a.m. my alarm went off, I rolled over and slapped it up, and then woke up 40 minutes later. After an awful hair and make up job because I'm almost entirely out of mascara, I head out for school, only to discover that I'm late for my first class, AND I got a 74% on the test we'd had the week before. Math was as confusing as ever, until I cleared most of it up with my teacher. Skip to sixth period, and I'm suppose to edit my paper, which I'll admit I'm highly bias towards, so I don't even think it needs editing. My teacher agreed thoroughly with me, so I couldn't complain there. I come home angry, and leave for my cardio angry, so of course I feel like punishing myself for not being able to do anything right by taking the long loop several times around, plus extra. When I get home, I start on my math homework, fail, and move on. Did I mention I got my school pictures back today? What is it with pictures! They always look bad! This is definitely not what I want to be remembered as for my junior year. Great Scot of Ireland, there's no way in hell I'd keep this. Anywho, I suppose I'm off to practice something GOOD in my life, my piano. Cheers.

Prunes, October, and The Powdered Milk Man

I suppose life would be better if it weren't an entire 22º in my house, and my fingers weren't icicles. But since the powdered milk man is coming after me, I suppose it's ok. Need I explain? Well you see, one of my favorite groups called "The Aquabats" have a song called "Powdered Milk Man," which I recently listened to. Naturally, like all amazing songs, it's now stuck in my head. Being October and all, I figure it makes sense. Why? I'm not sure.
Anywho, as I was cleaning my basement this morning, I discovered a stash of prunes in my cupboard [upstairs] which I happily packed off with. I should probably confess that I absolutely adore prunes. I know, I accept many gibes from my peers because of it, but truly, deep down, I love the soft, squishy pulp which commonly repulses most people. I think prunes fall into the same underrated category as black licorice: it's not an acquired taste, because it's not something that's so nasty that people keep eating it until they like it, it's either you love it or you absolutely hate it. I believe there has been some research done about back licorice and it's fans, and the results were that if a pregnant mother liked and consumed black licorice, her child had better chances of appreciating it than a child who's mother did not consume black licorice during her pregnancy.
Also because it's October, I have noticed a dramatic increase in Christmas themed merchandise in stores. This is one reason I abhor the entire Christmas season: from September until December 26th, 12:01 a.m. I have nothing against Christmas, but I do loath the retched Carols and "music" of the blasted holiday, especially when most radio stations select the absolute worst and play it non-stop. There are two Christmas songs which I actually appreciate, and those would be "Oh Holy Night," and "What Child Is This." Another bothersome issue about Christmas, is that once it's happened, stores and other retailers are more than antsy the get the merchandise off of their shelves. What's with that?
Lastly, I've decided that I should join the no-pants club of America, more commonly known as the NPA. I have come to this conclusion because of my newfound disdain for pants, and my overall partiality to skirts and dresses. Here I'll end, because I'm starting to not make sense, even to myself. Cheers.