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
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sweaters, Furniture and Chocolate Chip Cookies
-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
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
Friday, March 27, 2009
Airplanes, Oranges and Scrabble
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
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
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Homework, Cubans and More Homework
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Theory, Snow and Spiders
This morning I resolved to do at least half of my homework, this including Theory, English, and History.
This afternoon I resolved never to take another theory class in my life.
Earlier this morning I woke up to two fresh inches and still pouring of snow.
On spirng break.
What's with that?
It should be skirts/t-shirts weather!
I don't care if I've said that before!
It should be!!
In response to an email I got from a friend I typed up a heartfelt [and quite lengthy] response.
Shortly after, a small spider scuttled across my keyboard.
As I went to scoot him away from my keys, I somehow hit a key.
When I looked up to finish my response, it was ALL gone.
That was fun.
And vexing.
And moronic of me.
So now I'm angry.
If you couldn't tell by the spacing.
I am so done for today!
Cheers.
If you're lucky.
This afternoon I resolved never to take another theory class in my life.
Earlier this morning I woke up to two fresh inches and still pouring of snow.
On spirng break.
What's with that?
It should be skirts/t-shirts weather!
I don't care if I've said that before!
It should be!!
In response to an email I got from a friend I typed up a heartfelt [and quite lengthy] response.
Shortly after, a small spider scuttled across my keyboard.
As I went to scoot him away from my keys, I somehow hit a key.
When I looked up to finish my response, it was ALL gone.
That was fun.
And vexing.
And moronic of me.
So now I'm angry.
If you couldn't tell by the spacing.
I am so done for today!
Cheers.
If you're lucky.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Ice Cream, Seventeen, and Black Jelly Beans
There are very few things in life that I'm passionate about. Spinning, cardio and amazing chocolate happens to be a few of them. Contradictory,I know, but what in life isn't?
Because of this passion [shared by my favorite aunt and a selection of my family (being the ice cream snobs that we are)] my aunt and I decided to pack our sorry carcasses to the next town over, to stock up on a particular flavor of ice cream. Yes. We're amazing. We already know that. The case being, whilst we were checking out, my eye grasped the cover of Seventeen mag, which I'm normally impartial to. However, this was a mega issue, being the Seventeen Prom edition. Uh. Yeah. I flat out had to have it. Not that I normally pay $5 for a mag, but I absolutely had to for this one. :D More like my aunt loves to spoil me and also likes frilly dresses as much as I do. In this instance, we're pretty much fourteen year old girls that haven't stopped dreaming about dresses. Go figure.... :D
After pouring through the 389 pages of magnificence, I went through yet again, just reveling in the high gloss perfection. -Sigh- It truly was beautiful.
While parading through the store, the Easter display was proportionally huge in comparison to the to the miniature store. For this reason, the black jelly bird eggs somehow jumped into our basket. Imagine that! Yes, there are reasons as to why my mom hates to take me to the store that are well founded. :D
This wasn't entirely a big deal, until awhile later while blogging I stuck my tongue out at my aunt. Naturally she started laughing at me [like people do], and I had no idea why. Well... seeing as the jelly beans were BLACK, my tongue and teeth were BLACK. So what did we do? We took pictures like any normal person would do. Not that we're normal. We just happend to exhibit normal tendancies at the time. {: Weird, right?
Not really.
Anywho, so now the entire world knows how ridiculous my spring breaks usually are. Haha. I'm gone to do stupdi homework, or something like that. Cheers! :D
Monday, March 23, 2009
Food Kitchens, History Pt 3K, and Olives
This morning [bright and happy at 10:30] I had the oppurtinity to work in a local [to this area of Montana, duh!] food kitchen dealio, where government sponsored welfare recipients would come in to collect their food. I was shocked at how many people did NOT! check the box next to canned pickled beets whilst selecting their vegetables. Seriously one of my favorite veges from a can. I never thought I'd say that... about the can I mean. :D
While my favorite aunt of all time was in a meeting, I decided to be proactive and attack the multiple chapters of History notes I'm supposed to be taking. Well.... That worked out.... Ha. I went off and found a piano after about three pages of beefy notes. No kidding! I tend to talk about History and P.E. much more than healthy, don't I?
Apparently my aunt [Nana from here out] loathes olives. That might be in part because of one of the times I got sick at her house awhile back, and I puked black olives all over the floor. I'm sure she wasn't thrilled to clean that up.... She claims to have hated them from birth, and I wouldn't blame her, if I hadn't built up a tolerance for them. The reason this came out is because today when I was making lunch [the awesome bean-corn-rice dealio] I chucked a can of sliced olives in. She ended up picking them all out. I got them. :D Go me!
One more side note before I scuttle off. This morning when I was applying my eyelashes, the syphon to wipe off the excess mascara in my Maybelline New York Collossal Volume Express totally came off. SO! I had the most magnificent Tammi Faye-esqu eyelashes today! Not only was the brush incredibly prone to amazing volumizing skills, but the extra gobs of mascara helped. Of course, being me, I got it into my eye and cried black for the next half hour. Cute. Yeah. Totally. Now I'm done sharing for the day. [: Cheers.
While my favorite aunt of all time was in a meeting, I decided to be proactive and attack the multiple chapters of History notes I'm supposed to be taking. Well.... That worked out.... Ha. I went off and found a piano after about three pages of beefy notes. No kidding! I tend to talk about History and P.E. much more than healthy, don't I?
Apparently my aunt [Nana from here out] loathes olives. That might be in part because of one of the times I got sick at her house awhile back, and I puked black olives all over the floor. I'm sure she wasn't thrilled to clean that up.... She claims to have hated them from birth, and I wouldn't blame her, if I hadn't built up a tolerance for them. The reason this came out is because today when I was making lunch [the awesome bean-corn-rice dealio] I chucked a can of sliced olives in. She ended up picking them all out. I got them. :D Go me!
One more side note before I scuttle off. This morning when I was applying my eyelashes, the syphon to wipe off the excess mascara in my Maybelline New York Collossal Volume Express totally came off. SO! I had the most magnificent Tammi Faye-esqu eyelashes today! Not only was the brush incredibly prone to amazing volumizing skills, but the extra gobs of mascara helped. Of course, being me, I got it into my eye and cried black for the next half hour. Cute. Yeah. Totally. Now I'm done sharing for the day. [: Cheers.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
BYU, SUU and A Bunch Of Snores
Ok ok ok ok, I've been totally out of town, so don't even try to guilt me for not blogging. You wouldn't have either, had you been where I have been. Not that I walked through the Valley of Death and Shadows or anything cool like that.... :D
The whole point of making the ridiculous trip to Utah was to check out the vibes of the two colleges I'm interested in that hood of the states, those being Southern Utah University and [surprise] Brigham Young University-Provo. Haha. I know. Cliche, right?
On our way to Ceder City, Utah [which is a 9.5 hour drive from our house, unannounced to us, seeing as we (we being my rents and I) thought it was 8.... :D ] we stopped to see my amazing brother and his wife in Provo, who are some of my favorite people. Seeing as we could only stay for a few minutes before we had to hit the road again, my parents decided to buy take-out, versus prepping an entire meal for the five of us. With this in mind, they bought Chinese food. Love it. Hands down. But not the American Chinese food. That's gross. Just bad. Anywho, keep in mind that I had successfully and healthfully been a vegetarian from the Saturday before this Wednesday. Well.... :D That crashed when they brought home Orange Chicken. As much as I love soy and beans, there's no substitute for Orange Chicken....
After that bundle of fun, we headed out on the road again, and once again, my dad crashed in the back seat. Out of the 9.5 hour drive, the only part he wasn't asleep was when I was driving. Go figure....
Three and a half hours later, we arrived [surprisingly in one piece] to the Ceder City Center. Or, the center of a very small town. Because I've stopped watching TV and the improvement of my life has been astounding, I vetoed the proposition to watch TV at the hotel. Because of this, the only available vieweing times [for my Dad, because he's the only one who still watches it. I should amend that: I watch movies and film specials, but I'm not so much for flat out TV shows and series. Not my thing really.] were when I was out of the room, or when I was in the shower and doing my hair. That sounded reasonable enough to me, but then again, I made the rule, so why wouldn't it? Apparently it was dictator-esque. My bad.
The tour for SUU was very convincing, AND I got an amazing red T-shirt with the school dealio on it. How cool was that? Maybe if you're lucky I'll post a picture later or something. While the placement into Medical School were excellent for SUU, the population ofthe school having 7500 wasn't exactly what I was looking for. Don't get me wrong; small schools have their places, and many many advantages [like small classes and a better student to teacher ratio], BUT! I'm not overly thrilled with the prospect of only 7500 people to hang out with. That's not exactly my flavor. However, the scenery and landscape of the area was fabulous! :D Love red rock...
Three hours or so after the tour we arrived in Provo for the next day's tour of BYU. Happily, my aforementioned brother attends BYU, and knows the school very well. His wife also attended BYU. Because of this, the next day on our tour he was able to give valuable information that the tour guide missed. Major plus.
The same day our rents left back home, and I got to hang out with my brother and sister-in-law. I love them oodles. :D We went grocery shopping, and went to their friends' house [who I happen to blogstock.... That was cool!] to watch a German Foreign Film titled Vitus. Oh. My. Gosh. Loved. It. THIS! Much. It was absoltuely amazing and I'm NOT! just saying that because it was a piano movie. Hahaha.... :D
Woo hoo! I'm gone to finish more posts! Oh. P.S. The second night was severely cacaphonous due to my rents' inharmonious snoring. That was a fun night. Cheers.
The whole point of making the ridiculous trip to Utah was to check out the vibes of the two colleges I'm interested in that hood of the states, those being Southern Utah University and [surprise] Brigham Young University-Provo. Haha. I know. Cliche, right?
On our way to Ceder City, Utah [which is a 9.5 hour drive from our house, unannounced to us, seeing as we (we being my rents and I) thought it was 8.... :D ] we stopped to see my amazing brother and his wife in Provo, who are some of my favorite people. Seeing as we could only stay for a few minutes before we had to hit the road again, my parents decided to buy take-out, versus prepping an entire meal for the five of us. With this in mind, they bought Chinese food. Love it. Hands down. But not the American Chinese food. That's gross. Just bad. Anywho, keep in mind that I had successfully and healthfully been a vegetarian from the Saturday before this Wednesday. Well.... :D That crashed when they brought home Orange Chicken. As much as I love soy and beans, there's no substitute for Orange Chicken....
After that bundle of fun, we headed out on the road again, and once again, my dad crashed in the back seat. Out of the 9.5 hour drive, the only part he wasn't asleep was when I was driving. Go figure....
Three and a half hours later, we arrived [surprisingly in one piece] to the Ceder City Center. Or, the center of a very small town. Because I've stopped watching TV and the improvement of my life has been astounding, I vetoed the proposition to watch TV at the hotel. Because of this, the only available vieweing times [for my Dad, because he's the only one who still watches it. I should amend that: I watch movies and film specials, but I'm not so much for flat out TV shows and series. Not my thing really.] were when I was out of the room, or when I was in the shower and doing my hair. That sounded reasonable enough to me, but then again, I made the rule, so why wouldn't it? Apparently it was dictator-esque. My bad.
The tour for SUU was very convincing, AND I got an amazing red T-shirt with the school dealio on it. How cool was that? Maybe if you're lucky I'll post a picture later or something. While the placement into Medical School were excellent for SUU, the population ofthe school having 7500 wasn't exactly what I was looking for. Don't get me wrong; small schools have their places, and many many advantages [like small classes and a better student to teacher ratio], BUT! I'm not overly thrilled with the prospect of only 7500 people to hang out with. That's not exactly my flavor. However, the scenery and landscape of the area was fabulous! :D Love red rock...
Three hours or so after the tour we arrived in Provo for the next day's tour of BYU. Happily, my aforementioned brother attends BYU, and knows the school very well. His wife also attended BYU. Because of this, the next day on our tour he was able to give valuable information that the tour guide missed. Major plus.
The same day our rents left back home, and I got to hang out with my brother and sister-in-law. I love them oodles. :D We went grocery shopping, and went to their friends' house [who I happen to blogstock.... That was cool!] to watch a German Foreign Film titled Vitus. Oh. My. Gosh. Loved. It. THIS! Much. It was absoltuely amazing and I'm NOT! just saying that because it was a piano movie. Hahaha.... :D
Woo hoo! I'm gone to finish more posts! Oh. P.S. The second night was severely cacaphonous due to my rents' inharmonious snoring. That was a fun night. Cheers.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Mile Run, History Tests, and Packing
In PE we ran a mile just to see what our times were for fitness testing. Normally I'd dread that, but seeing as I had nothing entirely to lose [other than maybe a few brain cells and what little sanity I have left] I was rather excited about it. I'd been psyching myself out since yesterday, and was SO! ready to run this beast when we got out onto the track today. Probably because of my prepping mentally I ran better than I would have had I not psched up. Not that I did entirely well, but hey, I haven't been running since November, and biking even less.
The aforementioned interview was scheduled today around 1:20 p.m. For those of you who don't stalk me, that's precisely in the middle of my History class. The History class from Hell, where we were having a test today. Were this an unweighted class, I wouldn't care as much. But since it is, Psh. I'm done for. Happily, my teacher who loves me greatly decided I could go for the interview, then come back and finish my test. Good thing I'm a fast and somewhat accurate tester. :D
Seeing as I'll be out of blog range for the next week and a half or so [maybe less if you're lucky], I thought I might as well forewarn my readers of my absence, and hope that you don't die while I'm gone. Or that I don't die while you're gone. Either way. Yes. I suppose I should go finish packing tomorrow....
Oh wait! I have one more hilarity to relay! :D Yesterday when I asked about my little brother my mom said that he has to get braces again. Oh my gosh. I about died laughing. My little brother? In braces again? Ah hahaha! Hahahahahahahaha! Ha! xD It's still hilarious to me! No kidding. Out of all of the kids in my family [p.s. he's three years older than me, but I call him my littler brother in reference to our size differences] his denta were the most unfortunate, and he had really the first need of braces. The rest of us were promblematic, but in a less aesthetic way. In which case, those of us who needed them got them, and those who didn't either payed for them or didn't get them. But seriously! :D I don't know why this is so funny to me, but it is. I'm gone. Cheers. {:
The aforementioned interview was scheduled today around 1:20 p.m. For those of you who don't stalk me, that's precisely in the middle of my History class. The History class from Hell, where we were having a test today. Were this an unweighted class, I wouldn't care as much. But since it is, Psh. I'm done for. Happily, my teacher who loves me greatly decided I could go for the interview, then come back and finish my test. Good thing I'm a fast and somewhat accurate tester. :D
Seeing as I'll be out of blog range for the next week and a half or so [maybe less if you're lucky], I thought I might as well forewarn my readers of my absence, and hope that you don't die while I'm gone. Or that I don't die while you're gone. Either way. Yes. I suppose I should go finish packing tomorrow....
Oh wait! I have one more hilarity to relay! :D Yesterday when I asked about my little brother my mom said that he has to get braces again. Oh my gosh. I about died laughing. My little brother? In braces again? Ah hahaha! Hahahahahahahaha! Ha! xD It's still hilarious to me! No kidding. Out of all of the kids in my family [p.s. he's three years older than me, but I call him my littler brother in reference to our size differences] his denta were the most unfortunate, and he had really the first need of braces. The rest of us were promblematic, but in a less aesthetic way. In which case, those of us who needed them got them, and those who didn't either payed for them or didn't get them. But seriously! :D I don't know why this is so funny to me, but it is. I'm gone. Cheers. {:
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sick Days, Stair Haunting and Application Deadlines
Because I'll only be attending school today and tomorrow, for some strange reason I just wanted to stay home today and watch movies for the entirety of it.
My mom had different ideas.
A ridiculous compilation of clothes and a shady makeup job later, I found myself at school, having not driven myself, due to the weekly Witch Doctor appointment. Great. Monday. The second day I can sleep in. I definitely looked like Monday.
During my unruly English class, my teacher brought to mind the fact that most humor comes from the degradation of others and one's self. Mainly prompted by this, the image of my stair fall episode earlier in the year came quickly to mind. Because of this, I turned around to one of my good friends [love her! She's hilarious and we laugh gallons together! :D ] who I had previously informed of the incident a few months back. HOWEVER! the first time I told her about it I was still embarrassed, and rather sheepish about the entire dealio. This time we were both in tears laughing so hard at the image and sound effects of me falling out of the stairs. Because I'll only be attending school today and tomorrow, for some strange reason I just wanted to stay home today and watch movies for the entirety of it.
My mom had different ideas.
A ridiculous compilation of clothes and a shady makeup job later, I found myself at school, having not driven myself, due to the weekly Witch Doctor appointment. Great. Monday. The second day I can sleep in. I definitely looked like Monday.
During my unruly English class, my teacher brought to mind the fact that most humor comes from the degradation of others and one's self. Mainly prompted by this, the image of my stair fall episode earlier in the year came quickly to mind. Because of this, I turned around to one of my good friends [love her! She's hilarious and we laugh gallons together! :D ] who I had previously informed of the incident a few months back. HOWEVER! the first time I told her about it I was still embarrassed, and rather sheepish about the entire dealio. This time we were both in tears laughing so hard at the image and sound effects of me falling out of the stairs.
Last year I took the into to Health Occupations class, which was really just a modified health class. Not only did it knock out my health requirement, but it was a prereq. for Health Occ. II, which can lead to a primary health care degree. I was psyched to sign up for the Pharmacy department [because I'm not so much into people to be a CNA, and teeth are pretty, and I love them, but not enough to play with them all day being a dental assistant], in which next year [back then, so this year really] I would get my pharmacy technician degree. Huzzah! Apparently, a person is required to be 18 to take the test and get the degree. SO! I could still take the class, but it would be a slight waste of my time, seeing as if I took the test when I was 18 I would likely have forgotten all of the material. In a healthy alternative, I decided to take the second year this next year [real time now] and fill this year with classes that I need to get out of the way anywho. Shazam! Because I wasn't enrolled in the class this year, I didn't have a teacher breathing into my brain that applications were due on a particular date, nor a teacher to give me the application. How ideal is that? As I thought. Interviews are tomorrow, and I got the application today. This could be... interesting? Hopefully my teachers love me enough to not hate me on paper and give me great letters of rec. :D
P.S. Shopping is one of the greatest activities in the entire world, IF! I know what I'm looking for, and distractions are legal. Leave it to me to go into a store for running shorts and look at everything BUT! running shorts until the last four seconds I'm there. Cute. Really. Come on. Get a life. Anywho, there are reasons I shop alone; no one comes with...? :D I'm gone. Poof! Cheers.
My mom had different ideas.
A ridiculous compilation of clothes and a shady makeup job later, I found myself at school, having not driven myself, due to the weekly Witch Doctor appointment. Great. Monday. The second day I can sleep in. I definitely looked like Monday.
During my unruly English class, my teacher brought to mind the fact that most humor comes from the degradation of others and one's self. Mainly prompted by this, the image of my stair fall episode earlier in the year came quickly to mind. Because of this, I turned around to one of my good friends [love her! She's hilarious and we laugh gallons together! :D ] who I had previously informed of the incident a few months back. HOWEVER! the first time I told her about it I was still embarrassed, and rather sheepish about the entire dealio. This time we were both in tears laughing so hard at the image and sound effects of me falling out of the stairs. Because I'll only be attending school today and tomorrow, for some strange reason I just wanted to stay home today and watch movies for the entirety of it.
My mom had different ideas.
A ridiculous compilation of clothes and a shady makeup job later, I found myself at school, having not driven myself, due to the weekly Witch Doctor appointment. Great. Monday. The second day I can sleep in. I definitely looked like Monday.
During my unruly English class, my teacher brought to mind the fact that most humor comes from the degradation of others and one's self. Mainly prompted by this, the image of my stair fall episode earlier in the year came quickly to mind. Because of this, I turned around to one of my good friends [love her! She's hilarious and we laugh gallons together! :D ] who I had previously informed of the incident a few months back. HOWEVER! the first time I told her about it I was still embarrassed, and rather sheepish about the entire dealio. This time we were both in tears laughing so hard at the image and sound effects of me falling out of the stairs.
Last year I took the into to Health Occupations class, which was really just a modified health class. Not only did it knock out my health requirement, but it was a prereq. for Health Occ. II, which can lead to a primary health care degree. I was psyched to sign up for the Pharmacy department [because I'm not so much into people to be a CNA, and teeth are pretty, and I love them, but not enough to play with them all day being a dental assistant], in which next year [back then, so this year really] I would get my pharmacy technician degree. Huzzah! Apparently, a person is required to be 18 to take the test and get the degree. SO! I could still take the class, but it would be a slight waste of my time, seeing as if I took the test when I was 18 I would likely have forgotten all of the material. In a healthy alternative, I decided to take the second year this next year [real time now] and fill this year with classes that I need to get out of the way anywho. Shazam! Because I wasn't enrolled in the class this year, I didn't have a teacher breathing into my brain that applications were due on a particular date, nor a teacher to give me the application. How ideal is that? As I thought. Interviews are tomorrow, and I got the application today. This could be... interesting? Hopefully my teachers love me enough to not hate me on paper and give me great letters of rec. :D
P.S. Shopping is one of the greatest activities in the entire world, IF! I know what I'm looking for, and distractions are legal. Leave it to me to go into a store for running shorts and look at everything BUT! running shorts until the last four seconds I'm there. Cute. Really. Come on. Get a life. Anywho, there are reasons I shop alone; no one comes with...? :D I'm gone. Poof! Cheers.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
More Rain, Alternative Energy, and Prometheus
Would you be entirely surprised if I told you that it rained today for no reason?
Yeah.
Right out of the sky.
And yesterday it was cloudless.
Whatever.
In the past few days of experimenting with vegetarianism/vegan-ism, I've been looking for alternative proteins, other than the obvious animal products [meat, cheese, dairy, ect.]. While I already knew that beans and corn mixed had all of the essential amino acids for protein building and the like, I wasn't aware of how amazing the combination is with white rice. Holy smokes. Not only that, but earlier in the day I gambled with a stir fry dealio with white rice. The only hazard I can foresee with this project is a high starch intake. However, were I to be celiac I'd be covered. How exciting is that? I'm not sure if I could handle the whole vegetarianism thing for very long though. I have a nearly insatiable attraction to meat. Not really, I just wanted to use that word. :D Anywho, what I really mean is that I might be willing to try it for a week and then see how life goes from there, BUT! because I'm not a jingoist of soy or soy products, I'd be interested to see how that turned out. Maybe that will be my next challenge, if I ever get around to finishing the current one, whatever that is.
In English [a class that I don't mind talking about because I thoroughly enjoy it this year] a project of this quarter is to read a fiction book and present a steroidal book report about it. And you thought book reports were for elementary school! HA! Really though, my book [as you well know from ages ago!!!] is Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Well..... :D I finished it today, thanks to a ridiculous talk with myself and avid reading skills. For such a petite book it's definitely packed with millions of allegories and even a few allusions to other literary works and myths. One in particular would be Prometheus, as said in the title, Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus. I thought it was marvelous how Shelley pulled in Greek mythology into her novel, seeing as Frankenstein was himself the modern equivalent of Prometheus, doomed to a metaphorical daily liver feast.
Anywho.... Seeing as I just spent close to four hours on a stupid presentation for the book, I might as well display my affection for it. The book I mean. Even though it took me ten years and a few months to read, I thoroughly enjoyed it, despite the ridiculous language difference. :D Anywho, I'm gone to do something totally fun. Maybe? Cheers.
Yeah.
Right out of the sky.
And yesterday it was cloudless.
Whatever.
In the past few days of experimenting with vegetarianism/vegan-ism, I've been looking for alternative proteins, other than the obvious animal products [meat, cheese, dairy, ect.]. While I already knew that beans and corn mixed had all of the essential amino acids for protein building and the like, I wasn't aware of how amazing the combination is with white rice. Holy smokes. Not only that, but earlier in the day I gambled with a stir fry dealio with white rice. The only hazard I can foresee with this project is a high starch intake. However, were I to be celiac I'd be covered. How exciting is that? I'm not sure if I could handle the whole vegetarianism thing for very long though. I have a nearly insatiable attraction to meat. Not really, I just wanted to use that word. :D Anywho, what I really mean is that I might be willing to try it for a week and then see how life goes from there, BUT! because I'm not a jingoist of soy or soy products, I'd be interested to see how that turned out. Maybe that will be my next challenge, if I ever get around to finishing the current one, whatever that is.
In English [a class that I don't mind talking about because I thoroughly enjoy it this year] a project of this quarter is to read a fiction book and present a steroidal book report about it. And you thought book reports were for elementary school! HA! Really though, my book [as you well know from ages ago!!!] is Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Well..... :D I finished it today, thanks to a ridiculous talk with myself and avid reading skills. For such a petite book it's definitely packed with millions of allegories and even a few allusions to other literary works and myths. One in particular would be Prometheus, as said in the title, Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus. I thought it was marvelous how Shelley pulled in Greek mythology into her novel, seeing as Frankenstein was himself the modern equivalent of Prometheus, doomed to a metaphorical daily liver feast.
Anywho.... Seeing as I just spent close to four hours on a stupid presentation for the book, I might as well display my affection for it. The book I mean. Even though it took me ten years and a few months to read, I thoroughly enjoyed it, despite the ridiculous language difference. :D Anywho, I'm gone to do something totally fun. Maybe? Cheers.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Sunsets, Cookie Cutters, and Tag Pt II
Oh my gosh. Remind me to file last night under "Random Ridiculous Amazingness."
So my friend and I set out for a walk through one of the local cemeteries [you know, the one where the hellish hills are that I love so much] around 7ish or earlier. Happily, the sun sets quite soon after. Unhappily it gets cold shortly after the sun sets. Hyper happily, the sunset was amazing. Whatever one step above ecstacism, we were on a natural bench over looking a high way and some trails, where we watched people and their dogs. Yeah. That's not creepy. :D
As we arrived home, my mom was freaking out about a class she had to teach this morning, and haphazardly asked if we would run to the store to pick up baseball card holders. Unfortunately, we consented. What a way to spend a Friday night when we should be star gazing, no?
To dispel our boredom of dusk, we decided we should make sugar cookies. However, everyone who's made sugar cookies knows that you have to let them chill for a few hours before baking them, in which case we decided to pick up a cookie cutter while we were at the store.
So we made our way to Hell*Mart, where we quickly discovered a lack of baseball card sleeves. A few hours, an upturned store and a very disgruntled Melanie later, we discovered a lack of cookie cutters as well. How can you advertise yourself as a "Super-store" and NOT! have cookie cutters?! My geeze people! Get real!
So we returned home despondent and disconsolate, for my mom to beg us to go out again and check two more stores. Being her new-lackeys, we did so, this time with me driving. As we traipsed around Wal-Greens and Winco NOT! finding baseball sleeves OR cookie cutters, we found a myriad of other hellishly delightful objects. Though we should have felt like mercenaries, we instead bough chocolate chips to make chocolate chip cookies with. And rice cakes. Love them. {:
TODAY! as my mom and I were taking a beastly walk [Yes... It's not riding season yet....] we were reviewing some vocabulary words for my English class. Appauling, no? Anywho, after she refused to rehash the words for the six billionth time, I decided to start another game of tag. I still lost. My mom's a beast when it comes to tag. Her reflexes are like lightning sound effects. In the course of human nature, she double tagged me, and accidently hit my face with one of the tags. Round two for Mel! My lip split open under the curious pressure, and I spewed blood nearly all over the concrete. I'm starting to think I shouldn't play tag....
This, the fourteenth of March, has been a rather morose day weatherwise, but being a vegetarian for the day has helped. The only animal product I've eaten has been cheese, and that was because we didn't have any soy protein on hand. I was this close! to being vegan for a day! Bummer. I'll try harder next time. :D Cheers.
So my friend and I set out for a walk through one of the local cemeteries [you know, the one where the hellish hills are that I love so much] around 7ish or earlier. Happily, the sun sets quite soon after. Unhappily it gets cold shortly after the sun sets. Hyper happily, the sunset was amazing. Whatever one step above ecstacism, we were on a natural bench over looking a high way and some trails, where we watched people and their dogs. Yeah. That's not creepy. :D
As we arrived home, my mom was freaking out about a class she had to teach this morning, and haphazardly asked if we would run to the store to pick up baseball card holders. Unfortunately, we consented. What a way to spend a Friday night when we should be star gazing, no?
To dispel our boredom of dusk, we decided we should make sugar cookies. However, everyone who's made sugar cookies knows that you have to let them chill for a few hours before baking them, in which case we decided to pick up a cookie cutter while we were at the store.
So we made our way to Hell*Mart, where we quickly discovered a lack of baseball card sleeves. A few hours, an upturned store and a very disgruntled Melanie later, we discovered a lack of cookie cutters as well. How can you advertise yourself as a "Super-store" and NOT! have cookie cutters?! My geeze people! Get real!
So we returned home despondent and disconsolate, for my mom to beg us to go out again and check two more stores. Being her new-lackeys, we did so, this time with me driving. As we traipsed around Wal-Greens and Winco NOT! finding baseball sleeves OR cookie cutters, we found a myriad of other hellishly delightful objects. Though we should have felt like mercenaries, we instead bough chocolate chips to make chocolate chip cookies with. And rice cakes. Love them. {:
TODAY! as my mom and I were taking a beastly walk [Yes... It's not riding season yet....] we were reviewing some vocabulary words for my English class. Appauling, no? Anywho, after she refused to rehash the words for the six billionth time, I decided to start another game of tag. I still lost. My mom's a beast when it comes to tag. Her reflexes are like lightning sound effects. In the course of human nature, she double tagged me, and accidently hit my face with one of the tags. Round two for Mel! My lip split open under the curious pressure, and I spewed blood nearly all over the concrete. I'm starting to think I shouldn't play tag....
This, the fourteenth of March, has been a rather morose day weatherwise, but being a vegetarian for the day has helped. The only animal product I've eaten has been cheese, and that was because we didn't have any soy protein on hand. I was this close! to being vegan for a day! Bummer. I'll try harder next time. :D Cheers.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Ice, Sunshine and Stars
There was at least an inch of ice on my car this morning! It was horrific! Yeah, tell my ice scraper not to be scared or intimidated with that much ice.
Happily, the sun was shining almost warmly as I got out of school today. Consequently, the entourage that accompanies me to car associated quite a bit longer than usual. It was fantastic! {: We recruited more groupies as the afternoon went on. Because of that, I was a bit late home. BUT! with the sun as bright and half warm as it was my parents were easily informed and not entirely angry at my lateness.
Later this evening, a good friend and I have planned an amazing star gazing trip. We'll see how that goes. I'm gone. Cheers.
Happily, the sun was shining almost warmly as I got out of school today. Consequently, the entourage that accompanies me to car associated quite a bit longer than usual. It was fantastic! {: We recruited more groupies as the afternoon went on. Because of that, I was a bit late home. BUT! with the sun as bright and half warm as it was my parents were easily informed and not entirely angry at my lateness.
Later this evening, a good friend and I have planned an amazing star gazing trip. We'll see how that goes. I'm gone. Cheers.
Tag, History, and M&F Hers
-Thursday-
Surprise! I'm talking about P.E. again! For hating it so much I talk about it incessantly to the point that my readers [I know (hope) you're out there!] might begin to think I actually like it. I can assure you most vehemently that I do not in the least enjoy release time P.E. I promise. :D HOWEVER! Today we were supposed to have a curriculum based lab day, but our teachers decided to loop and hang us and threw a sports day in instead. No big deal I suppose. Then again... I have been wrong quite a bit more than usual lately. Strange.... Anywho, so it would have been fine had we not playeda version of foot ball more foreign to me than the Americanized version which alone blows my mind. Because of the inordinate dullness of the game and the fact that our class was combined with an optional P.E. class [aka a class that has people in it who are a. skilled, b. like sports, and c. enjoy dominance] meaning that class only passed and junk to their own class, even though it was split even for teams, one of the other females in the male heirarchy and I decided to play tag, seeing as that was pretty much what this "foot ball" was anyway. In that case, we had way more fun than we previously were having. Near the end of class, I tagged one of the few males in the class that wasn't overly aggressive [I know! I'm awful!!], and in retaliation he decided to get back to myself and the one other person playing tag at the time. SO! what he did was tag us both, which was totally cheating. Nonetheless, I gathered my damaged dignity, and chased him [without thinking] through the door with a million people squeazing through. That wasn't exactly the smartest thing I've done in awhile. With the momentum of my haste and the handicap of the fifty people in front of me I decided to Jack and Jill it out of the door in stead. With my mad rolling skills, I avoided [most] injury [other than my pride of course, and a few bruises], and tagged my victim. Tell me that isn't skill. :D
In history [another class I'm not overly enthused about yet still find time to ramble on and on and on and on and on about], we've been working with the 1920's. For this particular unit, our teacher decided to divvy up the chapters, and let us teach it ourselves, while grading how well we taught. My group was AMAZING! :D Well. My group's power point presentation was AMAZING! :D Heckess. Guess who did it all willingly? Heckess. Me. Because of that, I took the liberty of making it ultra chic and as girly as possibly. This being that the other two members of my group happen to be guys. I figure if they're going to do the minimum of work, and one not even give me any material to work with [forcing me to do his part for him or suffer the docking of the group's grade], I might as well have some fun with it. {: We'll see how they like it tomorrow. Not to mention I spent nearly five hours on the notes and assemblage of it! Hahaha....
I asked my mom to pick up a fitness magazine for me today, so I could do some make-up articles for the days I missed of P.E. I absolutely love her, but what does she bring me? The most feminine magazine [probably] in the entire store! BUT! what can I complain? I didn't pick it out. :D I suppose if anyone saw me with it they'd think I'm a hardcore lesbian. Which I'm not. Anywho, I'm gone to dream land, or something close to it. Cheers. :D
Surprise! I'm talking about P.E. again! For hating it so much I talk about it incessantly to the point that my readers [I know (hope) you're out there!] might begin to think I actually like it. I can assure you most vehemently that I do not in the least enjoy release time P.E. I promise. :D HOWEVER! Today we were supposed to have a curriculum based lab day, but our teachers decided to loop and hang us and threw a sports day in instead. No big deal I suppose. Then again... I have been wrong quite a bit more than usual lately. Strange.... Anywho, so it would have been fine had we not playeda version of foot ball more foreign to me than the Americanized version which alone blows my mind. Because of the inordinate dullness of the game and the fact that our class was combined with an optional P.E. class [aka a class that has people in it who are a. skilled, b. like sports, and c. enjoy dominance] meaning that class only passed and junk to their own class, even though it was split even for teams, one of the other females in the male heirarchy and I decided to play tag, seeing as that was pretty much what this "foot ball" was anyway. In that case, we had way more fun than we previously were having. Near the end of class, I tagged one of the few males in the class that wasn't overly aggressive [I know! I'm awful!!], and in retaliation he decided to get back to myself and the one other person playing tag at the time. SO! what he did was tag us both, which was totally cheating. Nonetheless, I gathered my damaged dignity, and chased him [without thinking] through the door with a million people squeazing through. That wasn't exactly the smartest thing I've done in awhile. With the momentum of my haste and the handicap of the fifty people in front of me I decided to Jack and Jill it out of the door in stead. With my mad rolling skills, I avoided [most] injury [other than my pride of course, and a few bruises], and tagged my victim. Tell me that isn't skill. :D
In history [another class I'm not overly enthused about yet still find time to ramble on and on and on and on and on about], we've been working with the 1920's. For this particular unit, our teacher decided to divvy up the chapters, and let us teach it ourselves, while grading how well we taught. My group was AMAZING! :D Well. My group's power point presentation was AMAZING! :D Heckess. Guess who did it all willingly? Heckess. Me. Because of that, I took the liberty of making it ultra chic and as girly as possibly. This being that the other two members of my group happen to be guys. I figure if they're going to do the minimum of work, and one not even give me any material to work with [forcing me to do his part for him or suffer the docking of the group's grade], I might as well have some fun with it. {: We'll see how they like it tomorrow. Not to mention I spent nearly five hours on the notes and assemblage of it! Hahaha....
I asked my mom to pick up a fitness magazine for me today, so I could do some make-up articles for the days I missed of P.E. I absolutely love her, but what does she bring me? The most feminine magazine [probably] in the entire store! BUT! what can I complain? I didn't pick it out. :D I suppose if anyone saw me with it they'd think I'm a hardcore lesbian. Which I'm not. Anywho, I'm gone to dream land, or something close to it. Cheers. :D
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Mark Twain, Hurdles, and Vampires
In my English class we're reading Mark Twain's A Mysterious Stranger. As much as I wanted to hate it based on his horrible novels I've read, I'm actually quite enamored with the concept of an immortal being selecting a few mortals to reveal his "secrets" to. Food for thought.
Surprisingly in P.E. today was a "fitness" day, aka a day from the unhappy Hell. However, what I was pleasantly surprised by was the material of our "fitness" day. Unexpectedly, it entailed mini-hurdles [which didn't make me not feel like an absolute gazelle, even though I can only imagine how I looked.... :D ], several sets of stairs, and various flavors of upper body tortures. While the hurdles were AMAZING! [I am not kidding, I loved them!], the stairs were great, but by the time I was half way through the sets, the small cows posterior to my shins were screaming "WHY ME?!!!!!" And frankly, I was thinking quite the same.
Later today, I had the opportunity to visit the public seethe of vampires, commonly known as The Red Cross. They've been around for ages!!! My friend in the spot beside me fainting several times wasn't extremely consoling, though I credit that to her size. A pint of blood was way more crucial to her than it was say, to me. I blame that to my size as well, seeing as I didn't even dizzy in the least. I know, kudos to me. :D
One last thing before I scrim: I've been looking at this seven legged spider for the past twenty minutes, and it's eight beady eyes have been begging me to open the window so it can crawl back out to humanity. So, being the lover not the fighter that I am, I succumbed to the arachnid plea. Call me a spider-saver. :D Cheers.
Surprisingly in P.E. today was a "fitness" day, aka a day from the unhappy Hell. However, what I was pleasantly surprised by was the material of our "fitness" day. Unexpectedly, it entailed mini-hurdles [which didn't make me not feel like an absolute gazelle, even though I can only imagine how I looked.... :D ], several sets of stairs, and various flavors of upper body tortures. While the hurdles were AMAZING! [I am not kidding, I loved them!], the stairs were great, but by the time I was half way through the sets, the small cows posterior to my shins were screaming "WHY ME?!!!!!" And frankly, I was thinking quite the same.
Later today, I had the opportunity to visit the public seethe of vampires, commonly known as The Red Cross. They've been around for ages!!! My friend in the spot beside me fainting several times wasn't extremely consoling, though I credit that to her size. A pint of blood was way more crucial to her than it was say, to me. I blame that to my size as well, seeing as I didn't even dizzy in the least. I know, kudos to me. :D
One last thing before I scrim: I've been looking at this seven legged spider for the past twenty minutes, and it's eight beady eyes have been begging me to open the window so it can crawl back out to humanity. So, being the lover not the fighter that I am, I succumbed to the arachnid plea. Call me a spider-saver. :D Cheers.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Paradise City, Broken Nails, and Fashionista Disasta
Not unlike the aforementioned March weather, today there was rain, shine, moon, shine [haha....], snow, shine, rinse and repeat. No kidding! It's crasy!
For the first time in a billion years, one of my nails broke today. Of course, it didn't even have a cool story to go with it. Just the typical "Oh! I broke my nail!" Yeah. Not cool. Not only that, but the nearest file I had with me was in my Amazing Spider-Man backpack, in my locker, on the other side of the school. Double not cool.
For a fragment of time, this week has been an absolute disaster so far concerning my wardrobe. WHO PLANS IT?! Gee! Tell them to get some sense! -scoff- In the mean time, I've decided that this weak doesn't really count in regards to clothes. It all started Sunday when I tried to assemble a decent outfit per day, but had some stupid mental block blocking [go figure] my creative capacities [not unlike now]. Since then, every day has changed from the rubric, and entropy has reigned. Again, go figure. Just my luck, no? :D Then again... it IS only Monday.... This is going to be a very long week... \:
Seeing as life is nearly done for the day, I'm out to celebrate it with a ridiculously long journal entry and a later setting of my alarm. Oh how I tease myself.... Cheers. :D
For the first time in a billion years, one of my nails broke today. Of course, it didn't even have a cool story to go with it. Just the typical "Oh! I broke my nail!" Yeah. Not cool. Not only that, but the nearest file I had with me was in my Amazing Spider-Man backpack, in my locker, on the other side of the school. Double not cool.
For a fragment of time, this week has been an absolute disaster so far concerning my wardrobe. WHO PLANS IT?! Gee! Tell them to get some sense! -scoff- In the mean time, I've decided that this weak doesn't really count in regards to clothes. It all started Sunday when I tried to assemble a decent outfit per day, but had some stupid mental block blocking [go figure] my creative capacities [not unlike now]. Since then, every day has changed from the rubric, and entropy has reigned. Again, go figure. Just my luck, no? :D Then again... it IS only Monday.... This is going to be a very long week... \:
Seeing as life is nearly done for the day, I'm out to celebrate it with a ridiculously long journal entry and a later setting of my alarm. Oh how I tease myself.... Cheers. :D
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Coraline, Stilettoes, and Blink
Under false pretenses, I'll start by saying that Thursday night was bunk. I came home from school, did my homework, crashed at 4:30 ish, answered the phone around 8:30 ish, called my piano teacher informing her that I woulnd't be there, went back to bed, and woke up Friday around 5:40 ish. It. Was. Awesome.
Friday happened to be an early release, for some reason strange to me. I don't think any of us knew really, but I'm not complaining. After coming home and taking a three thousand hour trip up the road AND gaining valuable driving experience, I flavored life by going to the park whilst waiting for the third party to arrive. Due to the cold nature of the outdoors in the aforementioned March weather, a good friend and I scuttled back from the park, even though the swings were absolutely prime. As the third party arrived, we hackneyed the hackie until we had made complete fools of ourselves. Surprised? :D
From thence we made our way to the theater, to see the ever raved Coraline. With Bruno Coulais as the film musician, the flick was fantastic. The creepy/cool element of Burton-esque added flair to it. It was much better seeing it than just living off the half proper summaries of it I gathered from several sources. :D
After Coraline, we all rendezvoused back at my house, where I found my sister, kids, and mom were watching a western of sorts. We quickly outed it again, and this time went to get CO2 at the local Hell*Mart. Sadly, I was attracted almost immediately to the new Maybelline LastStiletto mascara stand. As you can imagine, I was sucked into purchasing it. As a critic, I'll say that I was sorely dissapointed with the end result. Unless you have intensely naturally voluminous lashes, when Maybelline says Stiletto affect, they mean sharp spiny thin narrow daggars, not unlike the shoe. As a primer before a volumizing mascara, it's fantastic. But if you're going for the va-voom affect and your lashes are hapless to begin with, do NOT! use it alone. :D I should start writing my memoirs: Confessions of a Mascara Junkie.
As I ventured to the to the library with my dad on Friday, I was drawn to a white book with shiny silver lettering that read Blink. I had heard of it via my English class, so I checked it out and started reading immediately. If I hadn't been driving, I would have read it all the way home. I don't really have a fantastic way to explain it, other than to encourage you to read it for yourself because it's absolutely amazing. Blah blah blah. I'm out to edit pics and junk like that. Cheers!
Friday happened to be an early release, for some reason strange to me. I don't think any of us knew really, but I'm not complaining. After coming home and taking a three thousand hour trip up the road AND gaining valuable driving experience, I flavored life by going to the park whilst waiting for the third party to arrive. Due to the cold nature of the outdoors in the aforementioned March weather, a good friend and I scuttled back from the park, even though the swings were absolutely prime. As the third party arrived, we hackneyed the hackie until we had made complete fools of ourselves. Surprised? :D
From thence we made our way to the theater, to see the ever raved Coraline. With Bruno Coulais as the film musician, the flick was fantastic. The creepy/cool element of Burton-esque added flair to it. It was much better seeing it than just living off the half proper summaries of it I gathered from several sources. :D
After Coraline, we all rendezvoused back at my house, where I found my sister, kids, and mom were watching a western of sorts. We quickly outed it again, and this time went to get CO2 at the local Hell*Mart. Sadly, I was attracted almost immediately to the new Maybelline LastStiletto mascara stand. As you can imagine, I was sucked into purchasing it. As a critic, I'll say that I was sorely dissapointed with the end result. Unless you have intensely naturally voluminous lashes, when Maybelline says Stiletto affect, they mean sharp spiny thin narrow daggars, not unlike the shoe. As a primer before a volumizing mascara, it's fantastic. But if you're going for the va-voom affect and your lashes are hapless to begin with, do NOT! use it alone. :D I should start writing my memoirs: Confessions of a Mascara Junkie.
As I ventured to the to the library with my dad on Friday, I was drawn to a white book with shiny silver lettering that read Blink. I had heard of it via my English class, so I checked it out and started reading immediately. If I hadn't been driving, I would have read it all the way home. I don't really have a fantastic way to explain it, other than to encourage you to read it for yourself because it's absolutely amazing. Blah blah blah. I'm out to edit pics and junk like that. Cheers!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Literate Dinosaurs, Little Kidsies, and The Color Grey
English was eventful today, as usual. We had a substitute, the same we've had before, only this time he was more aggressive in his attempt to quell the class. Once again we were viewing a video on an author, however this one had more class than the Edgar Allen Poe mockumentary. During the time we were supposed to be filling out the questionnaire, the punk that sits behind me [not you Chaz] decided that he was intent on making the plastic cretaceous creatures be able to write, in this case by strapping a pencil to them. However, he was unable to do so, seeing as the anatomy of the saur wasn't molded to hold a pencil. Because of this, we attracted the sub's attention completely, and he decided to help us in our quest for dinosaur legibility. Somewhere he scrounged a rubber band, which he then used to noose the pencil to the saur's neck. This is what happens when we have a substitute teacher.
Doctor Seuss day was a few days back, but in order to celebrate it, my former elementary school had a "Snuggle Up and Read" night and needed volunteers to read Seuss stories to the little'uns. We [probably for good reason] were not told that it was a pajama party.
Sigh.
Leave it to be said that a few friends and I were given the chance to Seuss our hearts out to attentive little kids starved of good literature and love. It was a great night, mainly because I was made to read aloud to people, and HELLO! it was Dr. Seuss! The only unfortunate part about it was that there weren't any of his epic books, I.E. The Lorax, Horton Hatches an Egg, or The Star Bellied Sneetches and Other Stories. I guess they would have too much political and moral meaning behind them. Sad day!
The weather of March has been utterly abominable. Really it's been cold, nasty, and a beautiful shade of gre. My eyes have more dinension than the bleak world of Boise. However, the weather of my eyes doesn't consist of rain, hail, sunshine, rain, hail, grey skies, all in a half day period. No kidding. Oddly enough, my eyes have no grey in them. Leave it be that Boise March weather is the most fickle tartwhich of the bunch.
Seeing as I have overextended my welcome in my own blog, I suppose I'll be off to... look at the grey sky...? Cheers.
Doctor Seuss day was a few days back, but in order to celebrate it, my former elementary school had a "Snuggle Up and Read" night and needed volunteers to read Seuss stories to the little'uns. We [probably for good reason] were not told that it was a pajama party.
Sigh.
Leave it to be said that a few friends and I were given the chance to Seuss our hearts out to attentive little kids starved of good literature and love. It was a great night, mainly because I was made to read aloud to people, and HELLO! it was Dr. Seuss! The only unfortunate part about it was that there weren't any of his epic books, I.E. The Lorax, Horton Hatches an Egg, or The Star Bellied Sneetches and Other Stories. I guess they would have too much political and moral meaning behind them. Sad day!
The weather of March has been utterly abominable. Really it's been cold, nasty, and a beautiful shade of gre. My eyes have more dinension than the bleak world of Boise. However, the weather of my eyes doesn't consist of rain, hail, sunshine, rain, hail, grey skies, all in a half day period. No kidding. Oddly enough, my eyes have no grey in them. Leave it be that Boise March weather is the most fickle tartwhich of the bunch.
Seeing as I have overextended my welcome in my own blog, I suppose I'll be off to... look at the grey sky...? Cheers.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Saturday, Sunday, and Monday
Ok... So I might have mised a day or two. Or three. :D But you still love me, because I definitely have stories to tell.
Saturday was pretty much just an extension of Friday night... only with more traveling, more spaghetti, and more walking. Yeah, that's right, after a lunch of spaghetti [for the 7th time (I'm not even kidding!) for me] we went to the mall [my two friends, aunt, cousin, and sister-in-law] where we unintentionally split up, and frolicked through the "Town Square Mall." In quote, because it really isn't that much of a mall.... :D I hate Boise. Just know that I made cookies. That should say something as to what kind of a day it was.
Sunday was crazy, starting at 9 am! I know, that sounds awfully late for a normal person, but for a nocturnal being such as myself, it's ridiculously early! Not really that much of a problem though when you have nephews and nieces as cute as mine. {: Anywho, 35 people and lunch later, it was chill time with the fam. Go figure, once half of the family left [sad day!] it was almost mellow. As mellow as it can be with three little kids with colossal lungs. Love them forever. However, trying to sleep in an open room with only thirteen stairs separating us and no sound barrie tends to leave me cranky in the morning. Then again, what doesn't?
Monday was pretty much the Monday of all Mondays, to where I had a raging sore throat in the morning, a fantastic cardio session in P.E., played in the sunshine, killed my sore throat by third hour, hung out with the fam some more before they left, and wow another sleepless night. P.S. Theory was hell on this day; imagine four part harmonic dictation as a wakeup and welcome to the real world. Yeah. I thought so too.
Today brought me oodles of joy and another sore throat, only this one hasn't gone away. The last of my family left back to their homes, and I almost drove myself to school. Theory was much better today. However, I saw my Grents for the first time [sadly] since Janary, and they're not exactly as I remember them. I wasn't surprised at that, but I was surprised at how much they've both changed. I suppose I feel jaded becuase [brace yourself] I'm one of the youngest cousins and haven't been around them for 20+ years like my siblings and other cousins have. I suppose I just feel like I haven't gotten to hang out with them as much as I would have liked to. I suppose I feel like a dunderhead because I don't want to see them because they're not how I want them to be. I suppose I feel overwhelmed at their shortened time on Earth. I used to not sympathize if someone died, becuase I thought I knew everything. Now I can see that people don't cry because they're sad someone has died; they cry because they miss someone. That makes sense now.
Anywho, due to my bad humor and my dad's incessant nagging about the same scenario for the fifty millionth time, I snapped at him on the way home, and probably murdered any rights and/or privileges I have for the next ten years. For a few months I thought I was past the stage of rebellious teenager, but apparently I'm not. Maybe I shouldn't have a mood. Or attitude. Or opinion. Or personality. Or anything like that. I don't know. It just seems that I should get over stuff and not let it bother me like it does, but lately there's been this pressure to do all of this stuff that I'm not entirely sold on, and the stress that I've been pardoned from for the past few months is coming back. Yae for anxiety. Apologies for turning this into a sad rant; I suppose I'll go write poetry to express my inner feelings, and be emo for awhile. I'll get back to you later with what I wrote, if anything. Cheers.
Saturday was pretty much just an extension of Friday night... only with more traveling, more spaghetti, and more walking. Yeah, that's right, after a lunch of spaghetti [for the 7th time (I'm not even kidding!) for me] we went to the mall [my two friends, aunt, cousin, and sister-in-law] where we unintentionally split up, and frolicked through the "Town Square Mall." In quote, because it really isn't that much of a mall.... :D I hate Boise. Just know that I made cookies. That should say something as to what kind of a day it was.
Sunday was crazy, starting at 9 am! I know, that sounds awfully late for a normal person, but for a nocturnal being such as myself, it's ridiculously early! Not really that much of a problem though when you have nephews and nieces as cute as mine. {: Anywho, 35 people and lunch later, it was chill time with the fam. Go figure, once half of the family left [sad day!] it was almost mellow. As mellow as it can be with three little kids with colossal lungs. Love them forever. However, trying to sleep in an open room with only thirteen stairs separating us and no sound barrie tends to leave me cranky in the morning. Then again, what doesn't?
Monday was pretty much the Monday of all Mondays, to where I had a raging sore throat in the morning, a fantastic cardio session in P.E., played in the sunshine, killed my sore throat by third hour, hung out with the fam some more before they left, and wow another sleepless night. P.S. Theory was hell on this day; imagine four part harmonic dictation as a wakeup and welcome to the real world. Yeah. I thought so too.
Today brought me oodles of joy and another sore throat, only this one hasn't gone away. The last of my family left back to their homes, and I almost drove myself to school. Theory was much better today. However, I saw my Grents for the first time [sadly] since Janary, and they're not exactly as I remember them. I wasn't surprised at that, but I was surprised at how much they've both changed. I suppose I feel jaded becuase [brace yourself] I'm one of the youngest cousins and haven't been around them for 20+ years like my siblings and other cousins have. I suppose I just feel like I haven't gotten to hang out with them as much as I would have liked to. I suppose I feel like a dunderhead because I don't want to see them because they're not how I want them to be. I suppose I feel overwhelmed at their shortened time on Earth. I used to not sympathize if someone died, becuase I thought I knew everything. Now I can see that people don't cry because they're sad someone has died; they cry because they miss someone. That makes sense now.
Anywho, due to my bad humor and my dad's incessant nagging about the same scenario for the fifty millionth time, I snapped at him on the way home, and probably murdered any rights and/or privileges I have for the next ten years. For a few months I thought I was past the stage of rebellious teenager, but apparently I'm not. Maybe I shouldn't have a mood. Or attitude. Or opinion. Or personality. Or anything like that. I don't know. It just seems that I should get over stuff and not let it bother me like it does, but lately there's been this pressure to do all of this stuff that I'm not entirely sold on, and the stress that I've been pardoned from for the past few months is coming back. Yae for anxiety. Apologies for turning this into a sad rant; I suppose I'll go write poetry to express my inner feelings, and be emo for awhile. I'll get back to you later with what I wrote, if anything. Cheers.
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