Water, Sleep and Watergate

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

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

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

Lawns, Rain {Pt ?} and Bowling

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

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

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

Utah, Graduations and Roadtrips

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

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

Here goes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three Hours, Muffins and Toast

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

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

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

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

Siphons, Sunshine Pt III and ACTs Comparably

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

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

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

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

ACT Scores, PWs and Everything Else

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

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

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

Paranoia, Prom and Henry David Thoreau

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

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

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

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

Block, Kong and AMAZING Weather

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cups, Popsicles and Sunshine

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

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

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

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

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

Blinkers, Lunges and RAIN!!!

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

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

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

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

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

ACTs, Strawberries and Chocolate Milk [Not Together]

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

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

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

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

Sticks, Stones and Broken Bones

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cardio, Talking Heads and April Fools

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

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

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

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

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