Late Friday, Crack, and Family

For some stupid reason, today was NOT! a late start Friday. For some stupid reason, I think somewhere in my mind I knew that. Suffice it to say that I was more late than Friday, and we had a substitute teacher first period, so I couldn't even whine about it. Sad day for sure! But wait, there's more. Even with my lateness, I was somehow ridiculously giddy, for the entire day. It's like there were insane amounts of endorphines working through my brain trying to get me to smile. Well.... It worked, about six times the average level of happiness. To someone who didn't know me [and to some who did] it just looked like I was on crack because I was so ecstatic and hyper.

Because of that inordinate ecstasy, I was quite tired. Being happy takes energy! When I got home, a bit of my family was in town for my newest nephew's blessing this Sunday. Of course these also happened to be my favorite aunt and gramma. Note: A Gramma with a bad hip. With my room on the first floor and conveniently across from the bathroom, you can imagine that my room was first dibbs for her, and rightly so. The only hitch was that my room happens to be in the middle of a rearrangement, and looks like a bomb exploded. So.... While my mom got to visit I had to slave away in my room to get the floor visible and the bed made up, and all that jazz. I'm sure you can imagine how long that took me. And how much laundry came of it. :D

Because I love my family to pieces and then a thousand times again, there are reasons that I put up with them, and the converse. Remembering this, I had the chance to hang out with them all weekend, with the addition of two friends who I bribed to come. They took enough pity on me to actually take up the bribe. It was amazing! Then again, I've never laughed so hard in my entire laugh as I did tonight. Having that said, I suppose I'll go to bed, or something to that effect. Cheers. :D

History, Court and Nincompoops

While sometimes I wish my History teacher was more of a laisser-faire approach to teaching, she most vehemently is not, and in affect we have monstrous tests, all for our own good. :D Supposedly. May I please reiterate again that when I'm fixing peoples' brains in my short future, I will definitely NOT be thinking about the Guadaloupe-Hidalgo Treaty, or how many Treaties of Paris were written, and when, and for what. The case being, after taking today's test, I figured I'll need some extracredit, even though I feel I might have done well. Yes. My confidence level is staggering. :D

Tonight, we as the Capital history department had the oppurtunity to participate in Youth Court, as the court officers and jury. I signed up to be the clerk, because I totally rocked the job last time. Plus, I didn't ever have to move anywhere, and I was able to [damn straight!] swear in all of the defendants. Much fun. HOWEVER! This was not to be, mainly because South Jr. High decided to come crash our party. Yeah. Not so fun. For a courtroom that would hold maybe 150 people max we shoved over 200 peeps in there. Not so amazing. Not only that, but some other chick was signed up to be the clerk, and even though I totally had the seniority and experience, SHE got the job. I was stuck with being the baliff, aka the person who goes and thumps on the other jury in the next room who is supposed to be inaudible. In place of mice we had vociferous jaguars, only not as good looking. I shouldn't say that.... There were a lot of nice people. Most of the nice ones I go to school with, and have a mature attitude [most of the time] about life, and respect when needed. The other quarter of the collective group was absolutely the most ridiculous assembelage of morons ever experienced by humanity. They were disrespectful, inordinately rude, and really quite awful to be around. It wasn't that they were unlikable, it was more of the crass attitudes and demeanors that were a major turn off. The cockyness eminating from them was rather revolting. But what can I say. I only had to go shut them up six thousand and a half times. Another reason I should have been clerk. I'm not exactly the most intimidating or believable person in the universe. Through a series of demoralizing references and calling of names, four hours later the event was over.

Moral of the story: Don't bring a bong to court because you're on probation and community service.

Happily, tomorrow is most definitely late start Friday. Ah ha! I'm psyched! :D Not that the extra 20 minutes in the morning REALLY counts or anything... but you know.... [: Yeah. I'm out to do something productive. Not that blogging isn't. But something... more tangible? Sounds fantastic, thanks for asking. :D Cheers!

More Lactic Acid, Swings, and Isaac

-Sigh-

Yes. I happened to be right yesterday. Today's lactic acid damn is very sore.

Go figure.

Two of my close friends and I went to the park today, and had an absolute blast. [: We played on the swings.... And the teeter totter.... And the fake rocks.... And other cool stuff you do in parks.... :D My friends and I are pretty much amazing.

Probably the coolest thing that happened whilst we were there was making our acquaintance with a small kid by the name of Isaac. If he hadn't initially said that he really liked Peter Parker, I don't think we could have been such great friends. No one loves Spider-Man as much as I do. Love him!!! [:

As Isaac followed us around the park, we kept getting weird looks from his dad, who probably thought that we were stealing him. We kindly returned him to his rightful owner, who I happened to know. How weird is that?

Blah. My brain is running on fumes right now. I better go refuel. Or something like that. Cheers. :D

Six Base, Date Match, and Thomas Jefferson

There are few sports that I'm passionate about. Lie. What I really mean is sports are straight from Hell, and not my kind of Hell. However, Six Base happens to be the greates sport of all time [along with badminton], and it even has a ball involved. It's like an amped version of kickball, but with six bases [hence the name?], instead of four, and in a zig zag pattern. It's manna straight from God. However, being in the release time P.E. class does nothing for my figure, as did summerschool P.E. when we actually had time to stretch and warm up. Yeah... because of the discrepency in time, we have approximately 5 minutes to warm up and stretch, which in my case today, resulted in almost serious injury. I'm sure it will be more serious tomorrow. [: Imagine thirty quarts of lactic acid damning in your legs. Fun, no?

As a member of key club, I'm obligated to serve the greater good of my community at least 30 hours per semester. Or something close to that. That really isn't a big deal, unless I never turn my hours in. :D For honor society we're only required 12, but I did both sets of hours on the same sheet, intended to make one copy for each group, and turn them in on time. However, my honor society meeting sheet had a surplus of hours, and my key club form never was turned in. On paper, I look like a horrible member of key club, but in reality, I'm not. Anywho, what I mean, is that in an attempt to recruit hours to my name I volunteered with several good friends to sell the results of Data Match to the student body, so people could pick their new best friends and future spouses. Haha.... Really we ended up laughing more than selling, and for good reason. [: My selling buddies are absolutely hilarious. More at a later time.

My English teacher [of whom you should have heard good things by now] is quite enamored with Thomas Jefferson. Today in class he started out by asking of how many of us wanted to get a TJ tattoo. Very few of us raised out hands, because, well... TJ just isn't that exciting. Or so I thought. Apparently, he's the bomb, as I well learned. By the end of class, the majority of us wanted Thomas Jefferson tattoos..... That just goes to show the influence of a great teacer. Ghandi has nothing on Freshy McFresh.

Seeing as I can't even remember what day it is, I suppose I'll go look at a calendar, or something to that effect. Cheers. :D

Headbands, Makeup and Schleeeee!!!!

Last night my sister and her kids had a sleep over. It was an absolute blast. [: As I was helping my niece prep for bed, I noticed her amazing red headband, and was immediately drawn to it. I'm not saying that I was covetous or anything, I just like cool nostalgic figments like hair accessories and shoes and stuff. Yeah... I know... I'm like a total throw back to the 80's and such.... But you love me. :D

Sadly, I don't have A.D.D. I say sadly, because at least if I had it I would have a bad A excuse for being so scatterbrained and unfocused. Which was the case today as I strolled down the Hell*Mart cosmetics aisle. Yes... Hell*Mart held the magical headbands that I purchased for my own keeping. Yes. I'm that cool. Anywho, so I was immediately attracted to the beauty sections, where my mom had to pry me away. After returning, I selected [with great care of course] two new liquid eyeliners [the only drawback is that they tend to crack more than stick, BUT! they totally make up for it in that they don't smudge AT ALL after you let it dry. I've taken a partiality to liquid in the past few months], one being dark brown, and the other black. I know. I'm totally WILD! with my liner colors, but I just haven't branched [or found] out to a lovely flavor of liquids. I mean, the only colors I've ever seen are sparkly grey [which I already have], black [have it], brown [have it], dark brown [have it], blue [what is this, the 80's?! I'm not going THAT far back yet....], purple [stick is fine for that. Besides, I don't wear that much purple anywho. I've found very few shades that actually mix well with my skin, even though I totally rock the purple shadows and such], white [I am NOT! a member of KISS!], and teal [eh.... not so much yet]. Yeah. I'm a big fan of flamboyant colors of shadows and mascaras though. Not to be vain or anything [Ha....], but I look fabulous in electric blue eyelashes, even though the jet black totally frames my eyes better.

Blah! How did I get so wrapped up in myself so publically? You don't even care!

Well....

You do....

But....

Saturday night I had a gentleman caller to help me with a history paper, which I didn't finish until Sunday. In an epic failure of motor skills on my part, today when he asked me to describe how amazing I am and I retortded that I couldn't think of an adjective fantastic enoug, he suggested that I make up a word instead. However, the only thing running through my head was "schleeeee!" Apparently, he thought that was hilarious, and for good reason. My gosh. Imagine me so brain dead from a weekend of not sleep that the only word I can make up is "schleeeee!" It wasn't even something cool like "droogleschnorts!" and "beagleeyes!" It had to be "schleeeee!" Yeah. Ok. I'm cool. I know. Blah. I'm gone. Cheers. :D

Onion Rings, AM DJs, and The Real Barney

As has been passed down through legacy and folklore, apparently an onion to a wound will draw out poison or gunk that may be in there. I'm sure it would even draw out evil spirits. Seeing as I had two spider bites near my neck [no, I already checked, they're not vamp bites], my mom decided to test the wifes' tale on me. Last night, she chopped up an onion and applied it to my face using very sticky bandages. More on that later. The stench of the onion kept me up until two the next morning. As you can see, I'm not at school, due to it. Yes. I decided to skip hours 1-3 in order to catch some Zs after a night full of nightmares and A. cepa. This morning when I awoke, I asked my mom to take a look at my bites, and nothing had changed about them. So really the night form hell was completely funk. As we all know, I'm a complete wimp. When the time to rip the band-aids off came, I cried like the little girl that I am. However, my mom is much better at pulling them off quickly, even if it does mean I go into shock a little. [:

As I wasn't sleeping, I was listening to the radio. Apparently the early morning DJ was just as awake as I was, seeing as the majority of what was played was by four female artists, half of whom are ridiculously hideous; the four being Katie Perry, Britney Spears, Kelly Clarkson, and Taylor Swift. Aside: I started liking B. Spears after she was unpopular. Happily, she's popular again. Yes.... Confessions of a witty teenage drama queen revealed...

In my attempt to fall asleep, I finished coloring one of the Fuzzy Posters one of my favorite people in the world thrust upon me for my birthday. It happened to be a TRex, and the more it was colored, the more it looked like Barney, only in his true, uncivilized form. While it may have been an unconscious drive to reveal Barney in his unwapred reality, I feel it was prompted more by the intimidating quads on this guy. He's got nicer legs than I do! And that's a difficult feat to even measure. Maybe it was the disproportion of his arms that prodded the child figure head. Whatever it was, it will now be hanging in my room until I go to college, when I will pack it carefully, and take it with me.

I suppose I should start getting ready for school.... And other stuff. Mondays really suck. Especially if you're neck has been plastered with onions for ten years. Happy Mondaying to you, if you can. :D Cheers!

Wigs, Vanities, and Early Mornings

I started to clean my room over this [ridiculous] four day weekend. The only thing is that I started cleaning on Sunday, the dumbest day to clean at my house, because no one will help me move stuff around. Sad day, I know. So Monday I finished the prelude to cleaning my room, which would be shoving all my stuff into my hall [I get it from my Mom], and then working on the guts of my room. Well.... The entrails aren't as easily workable as they seem. Not unlike the belly of a whale, my rooms takes some definitely hacking of to clear a path. Leave it to be, I find amazing stuff, I.E. white wigs, and hackie sacks, and peanut butter M&Ms from who knows how long ago, and shirts that Ithought I had lost, and shirts that are still to big for me, and a number of other things. Happily, I wasn't the only one to glory about the wig. :D AND! I got snapshots of it ALL! Well.... Most of it. {:

In the course of events, the reason of rearranging my room was to make room for a vanity that I have been coveting for the past few months. What girl doesn't like multiple mirrors in her room? No kidding. [: Anywho, so as I started to clean my room, it just got messier, and because I didn't start soon enough, I had to shove it all back in. Because of which, the vanity is STILL not in my room, and my room looks like a third world street market.

Morning tends to shuffle in and rudely slap me in the face. I have no iead why I'm so averse to mornings, but they absolutely disagree with me, and me with them. It's a... mutual disregard for person, though it tends to hit me harder than I it. While Coconut Records happen to be one of my new favorites, morning is NOT. If I ever get a life, it will definitely revolve around the darkened hours. Winter doesn't count. Cold is almost as bad as mornings. Cold mornings [with the exception of fourteen blankets] are pretty much the worst. Now just add the smell of roasting coffee in there and VIOLA! Welcome to hell. [:

Anywho.... I suppose I'll be off to at least attempt to attack my awful room monsters.... Cheers! :D

Skunks, Spider Bites, and Chaz Equines

Seeing as yesterday was Singles' Awareness Day, a good friend and I went on a date to combat our singleness. Mission successful: we both had a fabulous time viewing our school's production of Hamlet. We pretty much rock. :D Later last night I was on my steps looking into the street, and saw what looked like a crunkled newspaper flapping across the street. With closer [about two feet closer, granted by my mad leaning skills] examination and observance to the movement of this... thing, I deduced that it was a... SKUNK! And very cute. My friend said something to the effect of "I want to go kick it," to which I agreed heartily. However, we refrained from inflicting any harm on it or ourselves, and left it alone.

Yesterday, I also noticed a small red disc on my left index finger. Why it's called an index finger, I haven't a clue. But it is. And the disc was gnarly! Imagine a blood blister with no blood and a core from hell. It was gross. Fortunately, I'm trained in digit amputations, and I was able to extricate the offending grain. Happily, I'm lying. I got to keep my finger, but remedied my beefy spider bite.

As I was reaching for a can of green beans this weekend, the realization of my contorted posture hit me suddenly after the muscles [yes.... I do have them] on the left side of my body from my sternocleidomastoid to my deltoid scrunched up into a crunkled mess. After grabbing the can and hyperventilating my way upstairs with my head at a precarious angle to my head trying to stretch out my neck, my mom kindly thanked me for the beans and sent me off to go into shock somewhere else. How's that for maternal love? Charley horses are one of the worst things in the world....

Anywho, I suppose I'm gone to do something really cool. Like.... homework? Maybe? Probably not. :D Cheers!

Sneezes, Toothpaste, and Paper Cuts

Due to nothing in particular, I've been thinking quite a bit about sneezes lately, specifically the face a person makes when they're anticipating one. I'm sure you're familiar with the whole "Oh my gosh just get out already!" mentality or waiting for a sneeze to... blow. I've noticed more how ridiculous I look when I think I'm going to sneeze, but then don't. It's so frustrating! Mainly because I know I must look like an absolute imbicile, with my eyes half closed, eye brows cocked at an odd angle, mouth half open, and really it's just not a lovely sight. There is nothing more dissatisfying than needing to sneeze, prepping for it, and then not carrying it out.

Luckily, there are more satisfying things in life, such as the toothpaste isle at the store. Yes, it's almost as fun as the cosmetics sections. [I'm a big fan of Sephora. I just like the colors and flavors of the place.] In a bittersweet way, I don't take oral hygiene lightly. I say bittersweet because it's a great thing to be into, but it's so time consuming and attributes to my judgments of people. I know. I'm a horrible person. But that's besides the point. Some people really dig a box of chocolates for their birthday. I'm a bit different. If you just gave me a great flavor of toothpaste and a super rad toothbrush [compact of course; shockingly my mouth is very... petite], I'd eternally love you. As you can imagine, picking out just one toothbrush is difficult for me. Like my fascination with mascara, I'm compelled to compare the brushes, degrees of softness, and designs of the brushes before making a selection. As you can also imagine, anyone who happens to be with me [or walk past several times] undoubtedly becomes frustrated at my indecisivness. But, with great care, comes great results. Of course that doesn't mean that I've never made a mistake in selecting a toothpaste. Oh my gosh. Just because Colgate Kiss Me Mint looks pretty and pink doesn't mean it tastes great. Really it's just disgusting. As well as Crest Kids Sparkle Fun. There's no way in Hell that it is fun. It's more repulsive and repelling than it is encouraging. The things we like as kids...

While a papercut anywhere is bad enough, it seems that they only happen in the least likely, and most painful places. I.E. The "webbing" of fingers, thumbs, and other sensitive nerve filled zones. My most recent war wound is directly in the middle of my lip, where the top wraps around to the bottom. Bad description. It's right... there. [: Suffice it to say, it's heinous, and in a VERY bad spot. Anywho, I suppose I'll go nurse it back to health with planty of fluids and petroleum jelly. Cheers. :D

Amaryllis, Waiting... and Boom Chief!

As we all know, my brother and his wife have been expecting their first for quite some time, which has been very exciting for all of us. {: Because my mom is one of the most amazing women I've ever met, she has this thing about growing flowers. She takes care of her garden in the summer, and produces the second most beautiful flowers I've ever seen, with the first going towards my aunt, who also tends to her garden for several hours a day. Sadly, during the winter our property becomes very bleak and bland, due to the absence of her lovely garden. In order to combat the monotony of it all, sometimes she grows flowers indoors, to add life to the house again. This round it has been an amaryllis, one of the prettiest flowers ever. As my sister in law's due date drew even closer, I made a gamble that her baby would be born the day the flower opened. Yesterday, the flower opened, and she went into labor. Today the flower reached it highest potential, and my newest nephew was born early this morning. They're both gorgeous. [: So, this is my lucky flower, and this is my adorable nephew, Hayden Howard Black, weighing in at 6 lbs 5 oz, and 18 inches long. He's just a little guy, but packs an adorable punch like no other.

I have to say, that while being the youngest hasn't always been fun, it has definitely reconciled itself, especially being one of the few at school to say "Oh yes.... My nieces and nephews....." Plus, I don't have to be the one responsible for being the example to my younger siblings, and only to my nieces and nephews. Not like that's any different, but now I don't have to whine "MOM!!!! They're not listening to me!!!!" It makes life so much easier. {: Plus, I get to see all of the cool stuff my family has done, try to be like it, and do even better. Not that I feel the need to "one up" my family, but it's always nice when I do. [: Unintentionally of course...

Really I suppose I'm just trying to say that I absolutely adore my family to pieces, even if we differ greatly in some opinions. I'm elated at how tight we are, how much I care for them, how we all have each others' backs, and we're cool enough to hang out with each other. :D Anywho.... I suppose I'm gone to dote on my nephews... Cheers!

Rice Flour, Office Visits, and The Worst Sounds in the Entire World

Last Saturday I had a party-ish dealio as a prelude to a sort-of birthday I was having. That was on the seventh, waaaaaaaaaay back to last Saturday. It wasn't really a party, just a rhendezvous of people, family and non-family alike. For the almost-occasion, I made a half-decent batch of cinnamon rolls. I'm sure my family can attest to the degree of greatness of them, whatever it was. Anywho, one of the pretty much guests was a Celiac-Sprue. In order to accomodate her, I decided to make a separate batch of rolls, gluten free style. They. Were. Heinous. :D Rice flour is NOT anything like wheat flour. For starts, it's more dense than the center of the earth. For ends, it tastes like rat killer, and smells like it too. The end result wasn't much prettier than the start. I should say that the start was a mass of paste that barely held the dough form. Rolling it wasn't much nicer. Story to story, they were absoltuely repulsive when hot, and much much nastier when cold. Because of the density of the flour, they literally cemented into rock forms. [: With mixed emotion, I'm glad I didn't have to serve those to my Celiac guest. Had she come, she probably would have never returned. :D

Yesterday was the usual Witch Doctor visit, only it wasn't usual at all. The fact that I walked in to a room with four people waiting ahead of me should have been a sure sign to get in my car and drive home. Sadly, I did NOT listen to my instincts like I should have. Because of which, I waited a solid 45 minutes before my Doc even came for me, and then he put me in the wrong room. As though that wouldn't have messed with my psyche. When I squawked about it, he finally resolved to let me wait another 20 minutes, to get MY room. Glorious. After analyzing the flannel wall panels of inaccurate depictions of the ocean and farm life for eternity and a half, my turn finally came for MY treatment, in MY room. By the time I was out of that place, it was nearing 5:00 p.m. Yep. Pretty much my [ideal] week night bedtime. The ridiculous part about life is getting up early, being quite lethargic all day when I'm supposed to be concentrating [or something like that] in school, coming home and blazing through life at ten thousand stars until bed time, and then firing through at fifty thousand stars while I should be sleeping. Ironic, isn't it?

Almost ironic as the process of making a new key. I had to stop by the blacksmith's [I actually don't know what they're called now] to get a new key made for my vehicle. I should preface by saying that there are three cacophonies that irritate me beyond all logos, the first being metal scraping metal, at any speed. The second is sandpaper, and the third a combination of the two [if you're a robot], that being the sound of filing nails. Oddly, the sound of a new key being made fits into the worst sound in the world category one. Imagine me standing in the paint section clawing my ears to pieces to try to stop the sound. Cute, isn't it? :D

HOWEVER! The flower sitting on my table is about to bloom, and when it does, that will be the day my sister in law has her baby. AND it looks like it's going to bloom tomorrow.... SO we'll see what happens. {: I am inordinately excited for this kid to get here, even though he'll likely be hideous for the first month of his birthed life, if he follows suit to his cousins and all other babies in the history of time. I just hope he gets here soon so we can be best friends and hang out. :D Cheers!

OMG, Pictures and ME! [Almost....]

Oh my gosh. :D I know, I've said this ten thousand stars before, BUT I have the most adorable nephew in the entire existence of life! He's so cute that every one of my friends that has seen him absolutely adores him. No kidding. A few of my friends stopped by last night and pretty much fell in love with him. [: Well.... Maybe not in love, but I'm pretty sure they thought he was one of the coolest creations since me.

Since it's a known fact that we all love photography, [ :D ] last night while Scott and Tyler were here we ended up breaking out the camera and taking amazingly random [in the true sense of the word] pictures, mostly of our feet and knees. Yes. We rock. I already know. You don't have to remind me. :D

Why am I so smiley today? Because it's almost tomorrow. And what is tomorrow? James Dean's birthday of course. :D No really. Anywho, I suppose I'm off to party and make cinnamon rolls. I'll do more in depth of the past few days later, if you're lucky. Cheers! :D

Super Wimps, The DMV and Driving Test Pt. II.

So.... I was planning on skipping life today, but that didn't happen. I ended up whining my way through six hours of school, and finally scurrying my way to the nurse because my gym teacher told me to. Like I could even think about doing a crunch, let alone work the entire hour on them. Yeah. Nice. Even though I knew the nurse couldn't do a bloody thing for me, I went, just to humor my teacher. What would a school nurse be able to tell me that five doctors and two ultra-sounds haven't already? No kidding. Anywho, as I expected, she had me call my mom and have her bring four ibuprofen. Yes. I said four. As in 4. As in almost 1000 mgs of it. I've never been a fan of pills, and even less of the liver killers. With a history of OTCs and prescriptions not doing anything for my guts, I suppose I just figured the higher dose might help. So I gullibly took them. With no result.

As I went to take the [stupid] second half of my licensing test, I had to make my way down to the smelly DMV. Imagine: I took my test in about four minutes, got up and left while everyone else was stuck taking their lame test. It was magnificent. {: Happily, I'm licensed, have a nasty picture, and made the next guy in line have a nasty picture as well. Yes. I was commenting on his shoes while his mug shot was in progress, and he smiled oddly in response to my comment. It was amazing! :D I don't feel so bad for having my picture look like junk now.

Anywho.... I'm just glad I got extensions for my homework because I was gone for the earlier part of this week. I should go do that.... Cheers. :D

Liberals, Wimps, and A Driving Test Pt I.

Yesterday was the Frank Church convention. I had no idea it would be a screaming Liberal event. While I consider myself a Democrat, I won't say that I'm liberal in the least. Not that I didn't enjoy the event, because I did greatly. Sitting in uncomfortable chairs for 6 hours listening to crusty old men drone on about Russia, Ukraine and Obama was a blast. I will say there was a marvelous selection of ties. It figures. Leave it to the most girlie girl in the room to check out the tie flavors. Cute.

OK, ok, don't even say anything, I already know, I'm a complete wimp. My niece once said to me that "[I am] the wimpiest girl [I] have met in my whoooooooooole life!" And for good reason! I got up this morning with a baseball in my torso where some organs should have been. It was hard, painful, and completely cramped. I was going to go to school however. Not that I looked fantastic or anything, but my hair was so amazing! I get to school after bribing myself into the car, try not to think of the boulder in my thorax. On the commute to school, I distract my feng shui by playing with the radio more than usual. A different story entirely. When I get to the front steps, I remember the offensive rubble, and drive home as fast as I legally can. Once home, I change into my hot pink starred fleece pajama pants and crawl into my cthonic as fast as I could. Four hours later, the baseball had turned into a golf ball, and had condensed to proportionately the same size. Unhappily, as the day progressed, so did the shrinkage of some organs. Cramps stink.

Even though I was a complete wuss about going to school, I found it in me to take the first part of my driving test. Woo hoo! I missed two pieces of [non]vital information, the first would be when pulling out onto a street from a parallel park, I "forgot" to turn on my blinker, EVEN THOUGH THERE WAS NO ONE IN THE ENTIRE STREET. Psh. Overrated. The second was engaging the parking break, ON LEVEL GROUND. Nice. How could I forget to do that? Were I in San Fran, that would be an understandable deduction. But in Boise Idaho?! Yeah. Logical. Actually I'm just bitter. :D So.... I take the second half tomorrow after school. Wish me luck!

Unfortunately, I suppose I'm out to crash land my brain for the evening. I guess I'll see if I'm alive enough to go to school tomorrow. As of now, I'm thinking no. But whatev. Things can change. Not that they have, but maybe they could. Ha. Who am I kidding? :D Cheers!