Ok. Yesterday I made a crust-less pumpkin pie to satisfy my inopportune sweet-teeth. Happily, this morning it was slightly frozen and pretty much a vegetable custard, because I cut back on the sugar I put into it. Oh. My. Gosh. If I have one vegetable weakness, it's pumpkin pie and edamame. Shh. That's only one. :D
However, to add to my guilt, I was REMing last night, and to my great surprise, at 12 chocolate cookies. Do you have any idea how detrimental that would be? My gosh. That would almost ruin any chance of life again. Maybe. :D
Ah yes. I failed to mention how yesterday I stashed all of my long sleeved garments in a suitcase in my closet. Yes, I was actually trying to clean my room. I made a considerable dent in it.... [: In the meantime, it's to the point where I can walk around in it. Incredible. For having OCD, I'm not the typical case. :D Oh well. I guess that's what makes me awesome. Or something similar.
Anywho, probably beacuse of something stupid, I woke up this morning with a migraine at 2 'o' clock. It has been with me ever since. Shazam! I'm out to treat it by picking out my left eyeball. Or something like that. :D Cheers!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Zebra Stripes, Cross Country and Tan Lines
Huzzah!
I'm mostly done with tears. :D Which is most excellent. Anywho, I've decided that because I have no homework, and will have none for the remainder of my junior year, I will be doing my nails quite frequently. In today's case, I plan on shimmery green with black zebra stripes on the ring fingers of each hand. Yes. I am very excited. [: Happily, I've started eating again, though it's my normal veg food. Yes.... It's waaay too healthy for my liking. I retract that actually. I love it. It makes me feel absolutely dashing. My brain doesn't feel entirely clogged with synthetic sugar and all that jazz. However, I have to admit, last night I was in such a mood that I poured over the dessert section of my cookbooks for a few hours, and as a result, felt like I gained 15 pounds. Call me crazy, but I went through at least 6 lbs of butter, 10 lbs of sugar, and gobs of chocolate. I'm awful. I know. :D
As aforementioned, I joined Cross Country on Thursday. I. Am. Incredibly. Excited. However, I'm intensely aware of how much I will be crying during practices. Good grief! I suppose if I want to change my body and esteem this is the best way, but come on! I'd better be HOT! after this! And have one heck of a body after running 1+ hours six days a week! -Sigh- Maybe I'll get you pictures of a before and after in a few months when the season is over. I hope to incorporate running more often into my life as it is. This is just an excuse to do so really. I mean, I love to be active, on my own time, and not under someone else's reign. But hey, sometimes I need something more than just cycling. That doesn't mean that I'm discrediting cycling at all. It's just easier to run than it is to have to maintenance my bike everyday. :D Yes. From this circumloqution I'm starting to run because I'm lazy enough to not want manage my bike.... This way I only have to take care of my body as a weapon of mass destruction. Or something like that. {:
While I'm still ridiculously white on the outside, my black remains to become blacker day by day. Contrairily, I seem to be getting whiter with my hours of sun absorption. Of course, that could possibly be me being more reflective of the sun. I do have proof though that I have changed color. Slightly. Every summer I keep at least on bracelet on my right wrist just to track how white I once was [and to what shade I'll likely return...]. Without fail, this year has been the same. My arms have changed about four shades, but my legs have only changed about two. Oddly, because I sunblock the blazes out of my arms and face, but never apply any to my legs, in hope that I'll maybe change color. Yeah. That never happens. With the sad exception of my knees of course. My cardioid birthmark above my left knee is absolutely prominent, meaning I have to be getting some sun.... I don't know. I'm an absolute paradox when it comes to sun absorption. Don't ask. I just am. [: It's one of those scenarios where you have to see to understand. Otherwise, I just look like a gigantic oaf blabbering on and on about my apsorption tendencies. Oh well. :D
I'm out to do my nails. Huzzah!!! :D Cheers.
P.S. Apparently it's trash day, and I just heard a garbage man outside my window make the most hilarious gutteral noise I've ever heard. It went something like "Grahhhhugh!!!" Good grief! xD I didn't know trash was that heavy! Cheers.
I'm mostly done with tears. :D Which is most excellent. Anywho, I've decided that because I have no homework, and will have none for the remainder of my junior year, I will be doing my nails quite frequently. In today's case, I plan on shimmery green with black zebra stripes on the ring fingers of each hand. Yes. I am very excited. [: Happily, I've started eating again, though it's my normal veg food. Yes.... It's waaay too healthy for my liking. I retract that actually. I love it. It makes me feel absolutely dashing. My brain doesn't feel entirely clogged with synthetic sugar and all that jazz. However, I have to admit, last night I was in such a mood that I poured over the dessert section of my cookbooks for a few hours, and as a result, felt like I gained 15 pounds. Call me crazy, but I went through at least 6 lbs of butter, 10 lbs of sugar, and gobs of chocolate. I'm awful. I know. :D
As aforementioned, I joined Cross Country on Thursday. I. Am. Incredibly. Excited. However, I'm intensely aware of how much I will be crying during practices. Good grief! I suppose if I want to change my body and esteem this is the best way, but come on! I'd better be HOT! after this! And have one heck of a body after running 1+ hours six days a week! -Sigh- Maybe I'll get you pictures of a before and after in a few months when the season is over. I hope to incorporate running more often into my life as it is. This is just an excuse to do so really. I mean, I love to be active, on my own time, and not under someone else's reign. But hey, sometimes I need something more than just cycling. That doesn't mean that I'm discrediting cycling at all. It's just easier to run than it is to have to maintenance my bike everyday. :D Yes. From this circumloqution I'm starting to run because I'm lazy enough to not want manage my bike.... This way I only have to take care of my body as a weapon of mass destruction. Or something like that. {:
While I'm still ridiculously white on the outside, my black remains to become blacker day by day. Contrairily, I seem to be getting whiter with my hours of sun absorption. Of course, that could possibly be me being more reflective of the sun. I do have proof though that I have changed color. Slightly. Every summer I keep at least on bracelet on my right wrist just to track how white I once was [and to what shade I'll likely return...]. Without fail, this year has been the same. My arms have changed about four shades, but my legs have only changed about two. Oddly, because I sunblock the blazes out of my arms and face, but never apply any to my legs, in hope that I'll maybe change color. Yeah. That never happens. With the sad exception of my knees of course. My cardioid birthmark above my left knee is absolutely prominent, meaning I have to be getting some sun.... I don't know. I'm an absolute paradox when it comes to sun absorption. Don't ask. I just am. [: It's one of those scenarios where you have to see to understand. Otherwise, I just look like a gigantic oaf blabbering on and on about my apsorption tendencies. Oh well. :D
I'm out to do my nails. Huzzah!!! :D Cheers.
P.S. Apparently it's trash day, and I just heard a garbage man outside my window make the most hilarious gutteral noise I've ever heard. It went something like "Grahhhhugh!!!" Good grief! xD I didn't know trash was that heavy! Cheers.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Water, Nails and Summer
Because I don't entirely feel like blogging right now, I suppose I'll give you a list of quarks about me. You can use them how you like.
1. I'm extremely ticklish.
2. I love the sun.
3. I hate being cold.
4. I'm ok with being alone for extended amounts of time.
5. I'm a water-holic.
6. I'm vegetarian.
7. I joined cross country yesterday.
8. I love exercise.
9. I hate most sports.
10. I love painting my nails.
11. All colors are my favorite, except for brown.
12. I love animal prints, especially zebra and cheetah.
13. I'm the runt of my family.
14. I love edema me.
15. I have very fair skin.
16. I burn easily.
17. I don't retain a tan.
18. I have a heart birthmark above my left knee.
19. I love hemp jewelery.
20. I play the piano.
21. I love music.
22. I have a passion for techno.
23. I loath mushrooms.
24. I'm terrified of snakes.
25. I adore elephants.
26. I write poetry.
27. I'm trying to graduate with a GPA similar to my brother's, just to see if I can.
28. My boyfriend barely broke up with me.
29. I've gone through today without tears.
30. I have anorexic tendencies.
31. I love to shop.
32. I love to travel.
33. My piano teacher is one of my closest friends.
34. I remember all of my teachers specifically.
35. I'm manic depressed.
36. I love to doodle.
37. I feel guilty about weird stuff, like driving cautiously.
38. I drive cautiously.
39. I go to the movies for the music.
40. I cry at the movies because of the music.
41. I love taking pictures.
42. I'm not photogenic.
43. If I can't control the picture, I don't look good in it.
44. I love summer when it's hot.
45. I love my kids.
46. I love my family.
47. I love my friends. Always. Even if they do stupid stuff at times.
48. I believe in forgiveness.
49. It's rarely difficult for me to forgive.
50. I have been emo.
51. I love cosmetics.
52. I love getting phone calls.
53. I try to avoid calling people.
54. If I call someone it's because I'm bored or emotionally distraught. Or need a favor.
55. I love biology.
56. Psychology fascinates me.
57. I will be a psychiatrist or neurosurgeon one day.
58. I used to want to be a marine biologist.
59. I'm a drama queen.
60. I have first period all to myself.
61. Something exciting is happening this Monday to come.
62. I love to write.
63. I love to read my past writing.
64. I'm an avid journal-er.
65. I love to read.
66. Most of the time I'm in a good mood.
67. I cry a lot.
68. I love Scrabble.
69. I've thought about forming a Scrabble club at school.
70. I've never had the guts to, because it's too nerdy.
71. My vocabulary needs work.
72. I've beat my brother at Scrabble three times.
73. I remember what all my scars are from.
74. I can write backwards, and upside down, sometimes together.
75. I'm ambidextrous, in most things.
76. When I'm not, I'm left hand dominant, but right handed.
77. I shoot left handed.
78. I have nice aim when I need.
79. I love my Richard Simmonds shorts.
80. I'm an attention monger.
81. I love Nova.
82. David Tennant is my favorite Doctor.
83. I have a VHS of Weird Al music videos.
84. I've always remember stupid stuff like the ball of ballpoint pens is usually made from Osmium Iridium alloy.
85. And that if Mercury is added to Neon, it turns blue.
86. But I never can remember the third class of mammals, other than marsupials and placentals.
87. New York City is my favorite city ever.
88. Sometimes I like quiet.
89. My eyes are 20/10.
90. I was a natural blonde, until I turned four.
91. I cry during books.
92. I'm loquacious.
93. I'm sometimes laconic.
94. I love words.
95. I hate very few people, if any.
96. I love spiders.
97. I love daisies.
98. I'm allergic to lavender.
99. I hate Internet Explorer.
100. I will have a Mac one day.
Cheers.
1. I'm extremely ticklish.
2. I love the sun.
3. I hate being cold.
4. I'm ok with being alone for extended amounts of time.
5. I'm a water-holic.
6. I'm vegetarian.
7. I joined cross country yesterday.
8. I love exercise.
9. I hate most sports.
10. I love painting my nails.
11. All colors are my favorite, except for brown.
12. I love animal prints, especially zebra and cheetah.
13. I'm the runt of my family.
14. I love edema me.
15. I have very fair skin.
16. I burn easily.
17. I don't retain a tan.
18. I have a heart birthmark above my left knee.
19. I love hemp jewelery.
20. I play the piano.
21. I love music.
22. I have a passion for techno.
23. I loath mushrooms.
24. I'm terrified of snakes.
25. I adore elephants.
26. I write poetry.
27. I'm trying to graduate with a GPA similar to my brother's, just to see if I can.
28. My boyfriend barely broke up with me.
29. I've gone through today without tears.
30. I have anorexic tendencies.
31. I love to shop.
32. I love to travel.
33. My piano teacher is one of my closest friends.
34. I remember all of my teachers specifically.
35. I'm manic depressed.
36. I love to doodle.
37. I feel guilty about weird stuff, like driving cautiously.
38. I drive cautiously.
39. I go to the movies for the music.
40. I cry at the movies because of the music.
41. I love taking pictures.
42. I'm not photogenic.
43. If I can't control the picture, I don't look good in it.
44. I love summer when it's hot.
45. I love my kids.
46. I love my family.
47. I love my friends. Always. Even if they do stupid stuff at times.
48. I believe in forgiveness.
49. It's rarely difficult for me to forgive.
50. I have been emo.
51. I love cosmetics.
52. I love getting phone calls.
53. I try to avoid calling people.
54. If I call someone it's because I'm bored or emotionally distraught. Or need a favor.
55. I love biology.
56. Psychology fascinates me.
57. I will be a psychiatrist or neurosurgeon one day.
58. I used to want to be a marine biologist.
59. I'm a drama queen.
60. I have first period all to myself.
61. Something exciting is happening this Monday to come.
62. I love to write.
63. I love to read my past writing.
64. I'm an avid journal-er.
65. I love to read.
66. Most of the time I'm in a good mood.
67. I cry a lot.
68. I love Scrabble.
69. I've thought about forming a Scrabble club at school.
70. I've never had the guts to, because it's too nerdy.
71. My vocabulary needs work.
72. I've beat my brother at Scrabble three times.
73. I remember what all my scars are from.
74. I can write backwards, and upside down, sometimes together.
75. I'm ambidextrous, in most things.
76. When I'm not, I'm left hand dominant, but right handed.
77. I shoot left handed.
78. I have nice aim when I need.
79. I love my Richard Simmonds shorts.
80. I'm an attention monger.
81. I love Nova.
82. David Tennant is my favorite Doctor.
83. I have a VHS of Weird Al music videos.
84. I've always remember stupid stuff like the ball of ballpoint pens is usually made from Osmium Iridium alloy.
85. And that if Mercury is added to Neon, it turns blue.
86. But I never can remember the third class of mammals, other than marsupials and placentals.
87. New York City is my favorite city ever.
88. Sometimes I like quiet.
89. My eyes are 20/10.
90. I was a natural blonde, until I turned four.
91. I cry during books.
92. I'm loquacious.
93. I'm sometimes laconic.
94. I love words.
95. I hate very few people, if any.
96. I love spiders.
97. I love daisies.
98. I'm allergic to lavender.
99. I hate Internet Explorer.
100. I will have a Mac one day.
Cheers.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Bling Pt III, Vending Machines and Finals
-Sigh-
False alarm. Life really is ok. I took my project to school, presented it, and rocked it with
Apparently I was more tired than I thought when I made it, because when I pulled up a slide about photo shopping which contained this picture, I didn't really think how a room full of high school apes would react. I really should have seen this coming, but really didn't. Now they all likely think I'm a ridiculous freak. I was trying to emphasize how our subconscious and reality has been distorted by things i.e. photoshop, and how we've become desensitized to what is real, and what is fake. Or something like that.
Anywho, this morning in my first period class [consisting of myself and my student teacher; yes, weraq, we know] contained many adventures, one being the fuelling of my passionate hate of vending machines. Here's how it all played out. I left my water bottle in the library yesterday, 6th hour. Because of this, I was left lacking this morning. I decided to try to find a vending machine that sold [or cheated] 20 oz. bottles of water. Or of anything that I could empty and refil with water. However, there isn't a blasted vending machine in this bloody school that isn't jammed, can't count, or some other malady that I haven't mentioned. SO! Frustrating!!! What an adventure. Because of this, it was definitely a deranged day. Everything felt psychadelic, way more than it should have. Ugh!
Happily though, because half of my classes are AP, I'm exempt from the test. I suppose I could take them if I wanted to, but hey, I'll just keep my grades where they are, seeing as the only one that would really need to be bumped up is my hellish History class, but because I'm at roughly an 84%, there's no way this final could get me up to an 89.5% or more. So.... I suppose I'll just have to eat it and take the four point B.... I was really hoping to have over a 4.0 this semester.... But we can't always be perfect.... In any case, I only have finals in two of my remaining three classes. Unfortunately, they're on different days. What would be fabulous is if they were on the same day, allowing me only have to come two days, instead of being required to come to school all four days next week. Sad day. Oh well. I suppose it's more time to plan what I'll do this summer. Maybe. If I'm lucky. I don't know. One hour and fourty minute of doing nothing after taking a test that took only twenty to complete doesn't entirely float my boat. Whatev.
Anywho, I suppose I should go do something amazing. Maybe? :D Cheers.
False alarm. Life really is ok. I took my project to school, presented it, and rocked it with

Anywho, this morning in my first period class [consisting of myself and my student teacher; yes, weraq, we know] contained many adventures, one being the fuelling of my passionate hate of vending machines. Here's how it all played out. I left my water bottle in the library yesterday, 6th hour. Because of this, I was left lacking this morning. I decided to try to find a vending machine that sold [or cheated] 20 oz. bottles of water. Or of anything that I could empty and refil with water. However, there isn't a blasted vending machine in this bloody school that isn't jammed, can't count, or some other malady that I haven't mentioned. SO! Frustrating!!! What an adventure. Because of this, it was definitely a deranged day. Everything felt psychadelic, way more than it should have. Ugh!
Happily though, because half of my classes are AP, I'm exempt from the test. I suppose I could take them if I wanted to, but hey, I'll just keep my grades where they are, seeing as the only one that would really need to be bumped up is my hellish History class, but because I'm at roughly an 84%, there's no way this final could get me up to an 89.5% or more. So.... I suppose I'll just have to eat it and take the four point B.... I was really hoping to have over a 4.0 this semester.... But we can't always be perfect.... In any case, I only have finals in two of my remaining three classes. Unfortunately, they're on different days. What would be fabulous is if they were on the same day, allowing me only have to come two days, instead of being required to come to school all four days next week. Sad day. Oh well. I suppose it's more time to plan what I'll do this summer. Maybe. If I'm lucky. I don't know. One hour and fourty minute of doing nothing after taking a test that took only twenty to complete doesn't entirely float my boat. Whatev.
Anywho, I suppose I should go do something amazing. Maybe? :D Cheers.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Blink Pt II, Sunscreen, and Basshunter
-Sigh-
Apparently it's not ok. So I had my presentation fantastically ready to go, so I put it in my lunch box [where I keep all my important stuff for 5th & 6th hours] to take this morning. No problem there. The problem lies in that I slept in this morning, so I was going to do my hair and makeup 1st hour. That's not really the problem either, because I don't have a 1st hour anymore, seeing as I'm the only one in the class. SO! The problem is in that I didn't grab my lunchbox as I was walking out the door. Not to mention I was wearing a ridiculously oversized shirt [which was actually amazing becuase one of my very good friends was wearing the same]. So being the wuss that I am and not having the time to turn around and go get my lunch, I called my mom once I was at school. However, my dad answered, so I gave him the message, and viola, problem solved.
Just kidding. When I picked up my lunch later in the day my lunch box wasn't there, and it was just a PB&J sammich, with no assignment or vegetables. SAD DAY!!! Yes. It was. Anywho, so because I didn't have my materials with me, I now have to present tomorrow, which scoots everything up with everybody else's presentations. Blegh. I should have just grabbed my stupid [not stupid, because come on, it's Spider-Man!!!] lunch box as I was leaving. But who really intends to leave their lunch?
Because I have fair [more appropriately albino] skin, I use copious amounts of sunscreen, on my arms and face. However, because my legs never change color, I don't bother. Likely unhealthy, but that's how I roll. Shortly after arriving home, I lathered on the sunscreen before I went to mow the lawn. Uncannily, my lawn mower was out of fuel. Which left me with a waiting period until my rents got home to refuel. In this time, I ate the veges from my lunch that I'd left this morning. And they all tasted like sunscreen. Because I had sunscreen on my fingers. Gross. Coppertone does not taste good.
Lastly, I've found a new musician who I enjoy greatly, even though half of his stuff is in German. By the name of Basshunter comes some of my new favorite songs, such as Camilla, Jurassic Park, GPSs, Angel in the Night, and Now You're Gone. Love them! Plus, it's techno! :D Who doesn't love techno? Psh. No one that I know. Or at least no one that wants to admit it to me. I suppose that's probably because I'm a hardcore techno fanatic. Blegh. I suppose I should be gone now. Cheers! :D
Apparently it's not ok. So I had my presentation fantastically ready to go, so I put it in my lunch box [where I keep all my important stuff for 5th & 6th hours] to take this morning. No problem there. The problem lies in that I slept in this morning, so I was going to do my hair and makeup 1st hour. That's not really the problem either, because I don't have a 1st hour anymore, seeing as I'm the only one in the class. SO! The problem is in that I didn't grab my lunchbox as I was walking out the door. Not to mention I was wearing a ridiculously oversized shirt [which was actually amazing becuase one of my very good friends was wearing the same]. So being the wuss that I am and not having the time to turn around and go get my lunch, I called my mom once I was at school. However, my dad answered, so I gave him the message, and viola, problem solved.
Just kidding. When I picked up my lunch later in the day my lunch box wasn't there, and it was just a PB&J sammich, with no assignment or vegetables. SAD DAY!!! Yes. It was. Anywho, so because I didn't have my materials with me, I now have to present tomorrow, which scoots everything up with everybody else's presentations. Blegh. I should have just grabbed my stupid [not stupid, because come on, it's Spider-Man!!!] lunch box as I was leaving. But who really intends to leave their lunch?
Because I have fair [more appropriately albino] skin, I use copious amounts of sunscreen, on my arms and face. However, because my legs never change color, I don't bother. Likely unhealthy, but that's how I roll. Shortly after arriving home, I lathered on the sunscreen before I went to mow the lawn. Uncannily, my lawn mower was out of fuel. Which left me with a waiting period until my rents got home to refuel. In this time, I ate the veges from my lunch that I'd left this morning. And they all tasted like sunscreen. Because I had sunscreen on my fingers. Gross. Coppertone does not taste good.
Lastly, I've found a new musician who I enjoy greatly, even though half of his stuff is in German. By the name of Basshunter comes some of my new favorite songs, such as Camilla, Jurassic Park, GPSs, Angel in the Night, and Now You're Gone. Love them! Plus, it's techno! :D Who doesn't love techno? Psh. No one that I know. Or at least no one that wants to admit it to me. I suppose that's probably because I'm a hardcore techno fanatic. Blegh. I suppose I should be gone now. Cheers! :D
Monday, May 25, 2009
Blink, Hills and Cosmetics
-Sigh-
It's ok. I've placed an order for an order for the book Blink, and even though I haven't finished reading it all, I've made a successful display detailing the main points of it. Or at least as far as I was able to read, before it sprouted legs and walked away. I hope it goes well, seeing as I present tomorrow.
Today was the first day of hills of the cycling season. Whoo wee!!! It was most definitely interesting, due mainly to the ten thousand people there for Memorial day. P.S. This was in the cemetery. Or something like it. Because of this, I almost felt blasphemous cursing my way up the hills. Not really though.
I have to admit that in the summer my appearance diminishes greatly, mostly because it's fabulous outside and I don't want to take as much time to look pretty. So, most of the time I just throw on mascara [if that] and scoot to the beauty of the sun. I'm exactly the opposite in the winter. Because it's so nasty, I love taking then thousand years to look pretty, because it's likely that I'm avoiding going outside. Tee hee hee.... True story. Anywho, because it's been lovely outside, I've started my annual shed the makeup ritual, even though it's a shock to most people. Oh well. I don't have to wear eyeliner everyday. [: At least not in the summer.
Huzzah! I should go to bed so I'm not a complete monster tomorrow for school. On that note, cheers!
It's ok. I've placed an order for an order for the book Blink, and even though I haven't finished reading it all, I've made a successful display detailing the main points of it. Or at least as far as I was able to read, before it sprouted legs and walked away. I hope it goes well, seeing as I present tomorrow.
Today was the first day of hills of the cycling season. Whoo wee!!! It was most definitely interesting, due mainly to the ten thousand people there for Memorial day. P.S. This was in the cemetery. Or something like it. Because of this, I almost felt blasphemous cursing my way up the hills. Not really though.
I have to admit that in the summer my appearance diminishes greatly, mostly because it's fabulous outside and I don't want to take as much time to look pretty. So, most of the time I just throw on mascara [if that] and scoot to the beauty of the sun. I'm exactly the opposite in the winter. Because it's so nasty, I love taking then thousand years to look pretty, because it's likely that I'm avoiding going outside. Tee hee hee.... True story. Anywho, because it's been lovely outside, I've started my annual shed the makeup ritual, even though it's a shock to most people. Oh well. I don't have to wear eyeliner everyday. [: At least not in the summer.
Huzzah! I should go to bed so I'm not a complete monster tomorrow for school. On that note, cheers!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Family Gatherings, Early Mornings and All That Jazz
Seeing as it's Memorial Day weekend [or something like that] and that I'm a terrible blogger, I suppose I'll give a quick recap of all that has occurred yesterday, and since.
Yesterday was my family's version of Memorial Day. In this case, we rendezvoused at my brother's house, where we cooked pork ribs and strawberry-rhubarb cobbler, dutch oven style. Because we grossly underestimate time as Blacks, I took 40 minutes longer than I thought I'd need to get ready, and the ribs took an extra hour. Not to mention the corn! That was at least 25 minutes. So what should have been a two hour even lapsed into three, and they were three amazing hours. I brought along a very good friend of mine, so I wouldn't be the only one over 17 without a considerable other. After that party, on the way home, we stopped by a bead shop, where the service was crap, and the selection was even more so. That doesn't mean that they didn't have an assortment of the cliche bead styles, but it wasn't what I was looking for, therefore I disliked it. What logic. However, I did end up purchasing a new bale of black hemp twine. Go me.
Furthering the evening, my other and I went and hung out with a mutual friend. Huzzah for friends! Again, go me. Us more like it. It was definitely exciting and the like. I always have a lovely time when with my other.
However, I've once again reverted from manic back to depressed. For some stupid reason, I feel completely empty inside. I've reverted to cutting. Surprised? I thought I was out of this phase. I thought I wouldn't sink this low again. I've worked so hard to be normal. My facade is cracking. My feelings are all colliding and neutralizing each other. I feel nothing. I taste nothing. I smell nothing. I see nothing. I hear everything. I am nothing. My once happy black nail polish seems more fitted to my current despondency. The depredation of my mind is taking place. I feel no qualms consciously. In the recesses of my mind most would call it turmoil. My smile seems fake. The hum in my head is overwhelming. I feel my spine compacting. Gravity has amplified three thousand times in the last second, and continues to do so in a factorial manner. I have no interest in anything except for thought. But the walls are thin. You might catch what I'm thinking. Which leaves me no options. Even my sleep is haunted. I feel like clawing out my eyes. Ripping out of my skin. Pulling out every singular hair. Imploding until there's nothing left. I'm gone. Cheers.
Yesterday was my family's version of Memorial Day. In this case, we rendezvoused at my brother's house, where we cooked pork ribs and strawberry-rhubarb cobbler, dutch oven style. Because we grossly underestimate time as Blacks, I took 40 minutes longer than I thought I'd need to get ready, and the ribs took an extra hour. Not to mention the corn! That was at least 25 minutes. So what should have been a two hour even lapsed into three, and they were three amazing hours. I brought along a very good friend of mine, so I wouldn't be the only one over 17 without a considerable other. After that party, on the way home, we stopped by a bead shop, where the service was crap, and the selection was even more so. That doesn't mean that they didn't have an assortment of the cliche bead styles, but it wasn't what I was looking for, therefore I disliked it. What logic. However, I did end up purchasing a new bale of black hemp twine. Go me.
Furthering the evening, my other and I went and hung out with a mutual friend. Huzzah for friends! Again, go me. Us more like it. It was definitely exciting and the like. I always have a lovely time when with my other.
However, I've once again reverted from manic back to depressed. For some stupid reason, I feel completely empty inside. I've reverted to cutting. Surprised? I thought I was out of this phase. I thought I wouldn't sink this low again. I've worked so hard to be normal. My facade is cracking. My feelings are all colliding and neutralizing each other. I feel nothing. I taste nothing. I smell nothing. I see nothing. I hear everything. I am nothing. My once happy black nail polish seems more fitted to my current despondency. The depredation of my mind is taking place. I feel no qualms consciously. In the recesses of my mind most would call it turmoil. My smile seems fake. The hum in my head is overwhelming. I feel my spine compacting. Gravity has amplified three thousand times in the last second, and continues to do so in a factorial manner. I have no interest in anything except for thought. But the walls are thin. You might catch what I'm thinking. Which leaves me no options. Even my sleep is haunted. I feel like clawing out my eyes. Ripping out of my skin. Pulling out every singular hair. Imploding until there's nothing left. I'm gone. Cheers.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Tennis, Color and Picnics
There are definitely reasons why I'm not a member of Capital High School's tennis team. Great Satan in Hell! For this reason, my PE buddy [aka one of my favorite people in the entire world!] opted to run the entire period. Yes. I would much rather run and make a fool of myself at something I can do slightly well versus fun for tennis balls and make an absolute fool of myself at something I never wish to do. :D Running is better anyway.
I suppose lately I haven't expressed my deep love for color. Sad day! For this I say that I absorb the colors of the world happily not unlike a dehydrated mum drowning in a pond. Whoa. That was gruesome. Sorry. :D
Today a good friend [another one of my favorites in the world] and I were to go on a picnic. However, because I was supposed to do the dishes and left four in the sink, I was disqualified until I finished them completely. When we finally headed out for our picnic, his rents called and asked for him to be home considerably soon. Foiled! I suppose we'll just have to picnic tomorrow.... Until then, cheers! :D
I suppose lately I haven't expressed my deep love for color. Sad day! For this I say that I absorb the colors of the world happily not unlike a dehydrated mum drowning in a pond. Whoa. That was gruesome. Sorry. :D
Today a good friend [another one of my favorites in the world] and I were to go on a picnic. However, because I was supposed to do the dishes and left four in the sink, I was disqualified until I finished them completely. When we finally headed out for our picnic, his rents called and asked for him to be home considerably soon. Foiled! I suppose we'll just have to picnic tomorrow.... Until then, cheers! :D
Monday, May 18, 2009
Deadlines, Onions and Yearbooks
Ok, I'm officially stressing. Now that last week is over, this week is mostly work and very little play. I.E. Our theory compositions are due this Wednesday, and while I was able to enter five measures this morning, I have a feeling I won't be able to get it done.... As if that's not enough, I'm breaking into another episode out ofmanic, so everything seems like crap. Even the sunshine and 90 degree weather [which is mine] seems bleak and empty. My insides seem like ice, and my skin feels like fire. Oh no. I feel poetry coming on. Refer to the left column to see if it really will.
After a grueling third hour quiz [I say gueling because it was absolutely ridiculous. I can understand the importance of quizes, but to need to score a 29 of 30 when the questions are all snagged is absolutely ridiculous. For this reason I had to take the bloody thing fifty million times], I walked into fourth hour and was immediately asked if I could handel a knife well. Wondering in what regard, I asked, and was informed that I would be chopping and slicing ith it. Perfect. My medium entirely. If there is one thing I can do relatively well, it is cooking. However, I've never been a fan of slicing onions. Leave it be said that my nearly perfect makeup was not spared. Nor were my hands. They still smell like onions. How vile.
Seeing as today was the day to collect our yearbooks, there was a mad dash from our sixth period to the square where they were distributed. I, however, felt no inclination to act like the half crazed attention starved mongrel that most were. Because of this, I sauntered to my locker to collect my jazz, and then gradually wandered to where I saw one of my very good friends. From here I waited in line with them, and then they in my line. Yes, they're distributed alphabetically. Anywho, the result of the situation, I was a tad late for my Witch Doctor's appointment. My mom had the time of her life shunting her negativity towards me. Since then I've been absolutely retched. My chi is out of sync with the world I suppose. Or my feng shui has been fenged the wrong way. Whatever it is, I suppose I'm out to write stuff down. Cheers.
After a grueling third hour quiz [I say gueling because it was absolutely ridiculous. I can understand the importance of quizes, but to need to score a 29 of 30 when the questions are all snagged is absolutely ridiculous. For this reason I had to take the bloody thing fifty million times], I walked into fourth hour and was immediately asked if I could handel a knife well. Wondering in what regard, I asked, and was informed that I would be chopping and slicing ith it. Perfect. My medium entirely. If there is one thing I can do relatively well, it is cooking. However, I've never been a fan of slicing onions. Leave it be said that my nearly perfect makeup was not spared. Nor were my hands. They still smell like onions. How vile.
Seeing as today was the day to collect our yearbooks, there was a mad dash from our sixth period to the square where they were distributed. I, however, felt no inclination to act like the half crazed attention starved mongrel that most were. Because of this, I sauntered to my locker to collect my jazz, and then gradually wandered to where I saw one of my very good friends. From here I waited in line with them, and then they in my line. Yes, they're distributed alphabetically. Anywho, the result of the situation, I was a tad late for my Witch Doctor's appointment. My mom had the time of her life shunting her negativity towards me. Since then I've been absolutely retched. My chi is out of sync with the world I suppose. Or my feng shui has been fenged the wrong way. Whatever it is, I suppose I'm out to write stuff down. Cheers.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Podietry, Teasers and Phone Calls
Well, it's official. My Mom said there'd be days like this, there'd be days
like this, my Mom said. She it's true. I woke up this morning after only seven hours of sleep, felt relatively well, got ready for church this morning, and hobbled around for awhile until I could use my pods again. Sad day.
So.... Here are some before prom pics when I was still in the process of glamming.... :D For you, with more to come. I just thought I'd mess with you for a bit before I give you all of them. {: Again, I'm an awful person. P.S. the only reason I'm even almost pretty is becuase my mom is gorgeous.... And my dad is handsome. [:
So, when I get to curch this morning my mom I couldn't find my mom, so I sat by the lady that I usually do when I can't find her.
That was extremely redundant. Anywho, I look in the program, and whoa hey! There I am! Printed as a special musical number! I certainly thought it was next week, but apparently not. So I scurried home to get my music, and when I arrived back I had found my rents. I was slightly frustrated that the lady in charge of this hadn't called me at least yesterday to remind me or at least confirm the date I was to play, but it's over now, so I suppose it all worked out. Thankfully and through tons of prayer, I pulled through it with only 4 mistakes, none of which were entirely noticable. There was no way that it was all me though. Phew! {:
Right.... I suppose now I'm gone to finish decomposing. More like composing badly. Our stinking projects for Music Theory are due this Wednesday, and I still have a few pages to finish writing down. Sad day. I have it all in my head, I just don't want to take the time to write it.... As is with most of my junk. Well.... Here I go. Wish me luck. Cheers! :D


So, when I get to curch this morning my mom I couldn't find my mom, so I sat by the lady that I usually do when I can't find her.


Saturday, May 16, 2009
Yesterday, This Morning and Later This Evening
This week has absolutely been PACKED!!! Action packed, fun packed, stress packed, ect. However, AP tests are over for another year, P.E. testing is over on someone else's schedule for the rest of my life, and I only have two classes that I'm required to take a final in, but there's one class I'll take the optional final just to improve my grade. Huzzah! The end is near!
Yesterday I had a hair appointment, and cried a little when it was over, because five inches of my hair are missing. Sad day. Really, only two needed to go, but the lady got scissor happy. When I pay a substantial amount for a hair job, I don't want to lose it all. I might as well buzz cut it now, it wouldn't look much different. No really. Happily, my mom keeps telling me that I'm gorgeous and that hair grows. To me, this exigency remains the same.
After the hair botching, I came home and prepped myself for tons of laughs, little stolidity, and making brownies. Plus my rents wanted to meet my prom date, so I thought to myself, "Self, what better way than to hostess a card party!?" Yes. I think to myself with exclamation points. Aside from my mental punctuation, the rendezvous started at 7, and people arrived promptly at 7. It was great! I love having friends with fabulous manners. Funnily, as they walked into the stoop of my house, they immediately introduced themselves. I was amused to see it, as though my digs has a charm on it so when someone new walks in they immediately say "Hi I'm ________________."
As if Nerts wasn't enough, we also ended up playing Tag for about ten minutes [but stopped on account of the ladies, including myself], and ventured to WinCo in the late hours of the evening just before morning. What broke my heart completely was having to tell my niece that she couldn't come with us. Her tears absolutely shredded any heart I have left. However, we brought her kiwis, so she eventually forgave us. Oh. My. Gosh. I love WinCo at night when all the boxed are in the aisles, and I'm with three of the greatest people in the entire world, and I'm really hyper. It's great stuff. :D We came out of there after about two hours with a grapefruit, kiwis, and a Monster. Huzzah for us!
After that we all moseyed back to my house, and said au revoir from there. That was definitely a late night. Oddly enough, I really do bribe my friends to come over. Sometimes I sweeten the deal by saying "Um.... I'm making brownies....." That usually ensures a few to come. I'm an awful person.
This morning I did NOT! wake up after ten hours of sleep, and was very cranky because of it. Horray! It's prom day! Because of this, I ate some breakfast, tried on my dress for my mom to finish altering, did some cardio, tried on my dress again while she completed it, played around with my family, did my nails, showered, did my makeup and hair, changed into my dress, finished glamming, smiles fake-ly for a thousand pictures [which there will be posts of at a later date], stabbed my date twenty times with the flower I was supposed to be pinning to him, finally let my mom do it [man! I need to practice or something!], left to pick up the other people for the dealio, looked slightly pretty, went to dinner, colored all over the table cloths [we all decided we hate arting in crayon], went and did more pictures in an undisclosed location [for now :D], meandered over to the dance, danced for four hours, saw tons of gorgeous dresses, played around a bit, dropped off the other people, stopped by someone's house for ten minutes, went to the movies, frollicked over to WinCo to pick up a coconut, cracked the coconut, ate the coconut, and came home [all in our formals]. Or something like that. [:
I have to confess. My dance skills are like unto a "spastic piece of kelp" [The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning]. No kidding. Dancing in stilettos for four hours didn't entirely help my feet either. Happily, the dance ended with a variant of my current favorite song, Pretty Rave Girl, even though it wasn't legit. So we listened to the non faux flavor on teh way home. It. Was. Awesome.
I've pretty much spilled everything, but if I think of something else, I'll be sure to get back to you. SO! I suppose I'm out, seeing as it is considerably early in the morning. Cheers! :D
Yesterday I had a hair appointment, and cried a little when it was over, because five inches of my hair are missing. Sad day. Really, only two needed to go, but the lady got scissor happy. When I pay a substantial amount for a hair job, I don't want to lose it all. I might as well buzz cut it now, it wouldn't look much different. No really. Happily, my mom keeps telling me that I'm gorgeous and that hair grows. To me, this exigency remains the same.
After the hair botching, I came home and prepped myself for tons of laughs, little stolidity, and making brownies. Plus my rents wanted to meet my prom date, so I thought to myself, "Self, what better way than to hostess a card party!?" Yes. I think to myself with exclamation points. Aside from my mental punctuation, the rendezvous started at 7, and people arrived promptly at 7. It was great! I love having friends with fabulous manners. Funnily, as they walked into the stoop of my house, they immediately introduced themselves. I was amused to see it, as though my digs has a charm on it so when someone new walks in they immediately say "Hi I'm ________________."
As if Nerts wasn't enough, we also ended up playing Tag for about ten minutes [but stopped on account of the ladies, including myself], and ventured to WinCo in the late hours of the evening just before morning. What broke my heart completely was having to tell my niece that she couldn't come with us. Her tears absolutely shredded any heart I have left. However, we brought her kiwis, so she eventually forgave us. Oh. My. Gosh. I love WinCo at night when all the boxed are in the aisles, and I'm with three of the greatest people in the entire world, and I'm really hyper. It's great stuff. :D We came out of there after about two hours with a grapefruit, kiwis, and a Monster. Huzzah for us!
After that we all moseyed back to my house, and said au revoir from there. That was definitely a late night. Oddly enough, I really do bribe my friends to come over. Sometimes I sweeten the deal by saying "Um.... I'm making brownies....." That usually ensures a few to come. I'm an awful person.
This morning I did NOT! wake up after ten hours of sleep, and was very cranky because of it. Horray! It's prom day! Because of this, I ate some breakfast, tried on my dress for my mom to finish altering, did some cardio, tried on my dress again while she completed it, played around with my family, did my nails, showered, did my makeup and hair, changed into my dress, finished glamming, smiles fake-ly for a thousand pictures [which there will be posts of at a later date], stabbed my date twenty times with the flower I was supposed to be pinning to him, finally let my mom do it [man! I need to practice or something!], left to pick up the other people for the dealio, looked slightly pretty, went to dinner, colored all over the table cloths [we all decided we hate arting in crayon], went and did more pictures in an undisclosed location [for now :D], meandered over to the dance, danced for four hours, saw tons of gorgeous dresses, played around a bit, dropped off the other people, stopped by someone's house for ten minutes, went to the movies, frollicked over to WinCo to pick up a coconut, cracked the coconut, ate the coconut, and came home [all in our formals]. Or something like that. [:
I have to confess. My dance skills are like unto a "spastic piece of kelp" [The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning]. No kidding. Dancing in stilettos for four hours didn't entirely help my feet either. Happily, the dance ended with a variant of my current favorite song, Pretty Rave Girl, even though it wasn't legit. So we listened to the non faux flavor on teh way home. It. Was. Awesome.
I've pretty much spilled everything, but if I think of something else, I'll be sure to get back to you. SO! I suppose I'm out, seeing as it is considerably early in the morning. Cheers! :D
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wet Nails, Ruffly Shirts and Family
I just want you to know how much I sacrifice for you readers of mine by stating that I'm typing with wet finger nails with yesterday's selection, and am going at turtle speed so as to not smudge them. Pretty much, my fingers are flatter than a duck's foot.
Today after school two of my other very good friends and I proceeded to blow another $20 on my part for cosmetics [yes, I bought the Max mascara....], and an unnamed [unknown] amount on everybody else's part. However, through the three hours of shopping and many more one-liners [my friends and I are great at those if you haven't noticed], we all came out with what we needed. In the case of my man, instead of sporting an all black attire for his prom tux, he swapped out the shirt/vest/tie for a crunkly pirate frilly shirt. Yes, he has a frilly shirt. :D And he looks smashing. Yes. Pictures soon. If you're lucky.
Fortunately, after the multiple hours of low blood sugar, waaaaaaaaaaaaay too bright of sunshine ooberly reflected from the zillions of cumulonumbus clouds, and crazy company, I was able to chat the fat with three of my siblings this evening. I. Adore. My. Siblings. It was great! While one of them called for another reason, we still talked for about 10 minutes, just about stuff. You know, the typical stuff that mature adults talk about. HA! Yeah right. We pretty much talked about TPing people the entire time. No, I won't be doing that on prom night. Anywho, I suppose I should go to bed, BUT! my nails are wet, and I still have a bunch of jazz that I need to do.... SO! I suppose I'll think of more blog ideas....? Cheers! :D
Today after school two of my other very good friends and I proceeded to blow another $20 on my part for cosmetics [yes, I bought the Max mascara....], and an unnamed [unknown] amount on everybody else's part. However, through the three hours of shopping and many more one-liners [my friends and I are great at those if you haven't noticed], we all came out with what we needed. In the case of my man, instead of sporting an all black attire for his prom tux, he swapped out the shirt/vest/tie for a crunkly pirate frilly shirt. Yes, he has a frilly shirt. :D And he looks smashing. Yes. Pictures soon. If you're lucky.
Fortunately, after the multiple hours of low blood sugar, waaaaaaaaaaaaay too bright of sunshine ooberly reflected from the zillions of cumulonumbus clouds, and crazy company, I was able to chat the fat with three of my siblings this evening. I. Adore. My. Siblings. It was great! While one of them called for another reason, we still talked for about 10 minutes, just about stuff. You know, the typical stuff that mature adults talk about. HA! Yeah right. We pretty much talked about TPing people the entire time. No, I won't be doing that on prom night. Anywho, I suppose I should go to bed, BUT! my nails are wet, and I still have a bunch of jazz that I need to do.... SO! I suppose I'll think of more blog ideas....? Cheers! :D
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Hunches, Nail Polish and Pinecones
I have to admit. I don't follow hunches very well, unless their name is Kwazie Motto. Haha.... That was bad, even for me! But in all seriousness, my gut reactions don't tell me a great deal. However, after my audition today, it told me that I didn't get in, mainly because I hosed my audition material over so badly. For this reason, I'm absolutley certain I wasn't accepted, but in the rare case that I was, I'll be overjoyed. However, no hard feelings if I didn't, because I sort of like to sleep in the mornings.... :D
Happily, as a reward for my amazing [maybe?] AP test taking skills [huzzah! Today was my last day for them! :D], two of my very good friends [more like two of my favorite people in the entire world!] went shopping to pick out cosmetics for prom. After spending two hours and a plethora of one-liners, I scampered out of there having only spent $20 on nail polish, eyeshadow, and facial masks. The only reason it wasn't $35 was because I talked myself out of the newest MAX mascara.... Sad day....
Happily but unfortunately, I was able to finish the back of my yard today. Unhappily, I had a million and a half pinecones waiting for me. Instead of killing myself trying to mow over them, I picked them up, threw them over there, and continued on my merry way. GO ME! :D Because of this, my life was three times easier as I mowed my lawn. Yeah. That's right. I am woman. Hear me purr! Seeing as I have so much extra time in life [HA!], I suppose I'll be out. Cheers. :D
Happily, as a reward for my amazing [maybe?] AP test taking skills [huzzah! Today was my last day for them! :D], two of my very good friends [more like two of my favorite people in the entire world!] went shopping to pick out cosmetics for prom. After spending two hours and a plethora of one-liners, I scampered out of there having only spent $20 on nail polish, eyeshadow, and facial masks. The only reason it wasn't $35 was because I talked myself out of the newest MAX mascara.... Sad day....
Happily but unfortunately, I was able to finish the back of my yard today. Unhappily, I had a million and a half pinecones waiting for me. Instead of killing myself trying to mow over them, I picked them up, threw them over there, and continued on my merry way. GO ME! :D Because of this, my life was three times easier as I mowed my lawn. Yeah. That's right. I am woman. Hear me purr! Seeing as I have so much extra time in life [HA!], I suppose I'll be out. Cheers. :D
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Things I like, Things I don't like and Time Management
Ok. There are very few odium in my life, but when I discover them, I definitely try to avoid them as much as possible. While I could recount to you the past weekend and Monday, I think I'll bottle that up until the rest of the week when I have time enough to explain tediously the detail and Hell it was. So, Here goes.
Things Mel adores:
1. Tofu smoothies
2. Cabbage
3. Learning
4. Water
5. Sunshine
6. Makeup/cosmetics
7. Glam
8. Beans & Corn & Rice
9. Her guy[s]
10. Personal Hygiene
11. Music
12. Exercise
13. Short forks
14. Skinny spoons
15. Her family
16. Her friends
17. Mowing her lawn
18. Mowing other peoples' lawns
19. Grammar
20. Her bear blanket
21. Her rainbow striped purple backed blanket
22. Her pajamas
23. Spell check
24. Biology
25. The brain
26. Edimame
27. Coconut Records
28. Her music theory classmates
29. Nail polish
30. Glitter
31. Techno
32. Her piano teacher
33. Cold mornings spent in warm blankets
34. HOT! showers
35. Hair appointments
Things Mel doesn't adore so much:
1. Running over Pinecones
2. Picking up pinecones
3. Raking up pinecones
4. Cold weather
5. Cold showers
6. Fish
7. Sea food
8. Most squash
9. Razor burn
10. In class writes
11. History
12. Exercising on someone else's schedule
13. The hackneyed Mozart
14. TV
15. Junk food
16. Growing out of clothes
17. Running out of mascara
18. Unanswered emails
19. Dehydration
20. Obesity
21. Washing dishes
22. Cooking when she doesn't want to
23. Country music [EXCEPT! for Johnny Cash]
24. Counting
25. Distorted mirrors
26. Shopping for non-existent sizes because her proportions are off
27. Studying for tests
28. Even numbers in most cases
29. The first ride of the cycling season
30. When I can't finish all of my lawn in the same day
Now that you know me 65 things better, I thought I should insert here how tight my schedule this week is. Not that you already don't know, seeing as I went over it last Saturday [Sunday?], but it's been altered slightly. Instead of my jazz audition this Thursday, it is tomorrow, as in Wednesday. This means that tomorrow I audition, go cosmetics shopping, AND! finish mowing my lawn. What a day.... That's all after taking a 4 hour English test with assured chirospasms. -Sigh- Oh well. It's a good thing life is short. I don't know how much more of this I could handle. :D WHICH REMINDS ME!
This morning I cried to my counselor [I'm so lucky she loves me, I'd be in a Dante's 7th if she didn't] about next year's schedule, and we arranged it accordingly. Here's how it's likely to roll: instead of wasting my life and sanity on more math credits that I don't need, I replaced that year long class with Economics [which I would have needed to take via correspondence or summer school] and [hopefully] Psych 2 or AP Psych, depending on whether the AP is switched from 6th hour or not. Because of an off campus block class next year, I'll be gone for 5th and 6th hour, knocking out any possibility for attending a 6th hour AP Psych class. So, hopefully that grooves out in my favor. [: I'm out to dream about how I should glam for prom this Saturday.
P.S. Since Saturday my head has been incredibly lucid, to the point that I'm starting to wonder if my mom laces my morning smoothie with something a little more awesome than strawberries. However, because I know she loves me so much, I doubt it. Oh well. It was a funny picture in my head. :D Cheers!
Things Mel adores:
1. Tofu smoothies
2. Cabbage
3. Learning
4. Water
5. Sunshine
6. Makeup/cosmetics
7. Glam
8. Beans & Corn & Rice
9. Her guy[s]
10. Personal Hygiene
11. Music
12. Exercise
13. Short forks
14. Skinny spoons
15. Her family
16. Her friends
17. Mowing her lawn
18. Mowing other peoples' lawns
19. Grammar
20. Her bear blanket
21. Her rainbow striped purple backed blanket
22. Her pajamas
23. Spell check
24. Biology
25. The brain
26. Edimame
27. Coconut Records
28. Her music theory classmates
29. Nail polish
30. Glitter
31. Techno
32. Her piano teacher
33. Cold mornings spent in warm blankets
34. HOT! showers
35. Hair appointments
Things Mel doesn't adore so much:
1. Running over Pinecones
2. Picking up pinecones
3. Raking up pinecones
4. Cold weather
5. Cold showers
6. Fish
7. Sea food
8. Most squash
9. Razor burn
10. In class writes
11. History
12. Exercising on someone else's schedule
13. The hackneyed Mozart
14. TV
15. Junk food
16. Growing out of clothes
17. Running out of mascara
18. Unanswered emails
19. Dehydration
20. Obesity
21. Washing dishes
22. Cooking when she doesn't want to
23. Country music [EXCEPT! for Johnny Cash]
24. Counting
25. Distorted mirrors
26. Shopping for non-existent sizes because her proportions are off
27. Studying for tests
28. Even numbers in most cases
29. The first ride of the cycling season
30. When I can't finish all of my lawn in the same day
Now that you know me 65 things better, I thought I should insert here how tight my schedule this week is. Not that you already don't know, seeing as I went over it last Saturday [Sunday?], but it's been altered slightly. Instead of my jazz audition this Thursday, it is tomorrow, as in Wednesday. This means that tomorrow I audition, go cosmetics shopping, AND! finish mowing my lawn. What a day.... That's all after taking a 4 hour English test with assured chirospasms. -Sigh- Oh well. It's a good thing life is short. I don't know how much more of this I could handle. :D WHICH REMINDS ME!
This morning I cried to my counselor [I'm so lucky she loves me, I'd be in a Dante's 7th if she didn't] about next year's schedule, and we arranged it accordingly. Here's how it's likely to roll: instead of wasting my life and sanity on more math credits that I don't need, I replaced that year long class with Economics [which I would have needed to take via correspondence or summer school] and [hopefully] Psych 2 or AP Psych, depending on whether the AP is switched from 6th hour or not. Because of an off campus block class next year, I'll be gone for 5th and 6th hour, knocking out any possibility for attending a 6th hour AP Psych class. So, hopefully that grooves out in my favor. [: I'm out to dream about how I should glam for prom this Saturday.
P.S. Since Saturday my head has been incredibly lucid, to the point that I'm starting to wonder if my mom laces my morning smoothie with something a little more awesome than strawberries. However, because I know she loves me so much, I doubt it. Oh well. It was a funny picture in my head. :D Cheers!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Nails, Moms and Naked Faces
Ah.... Yesterday I was feeling slightly ridiculous, so I decided to paint my nails. Yes. When all else fails, I paint my nails. Yuck. That wasn't supposed to rhyme. Oh well. Unfortunately, I have an imperfect track record when it comes to nails, because I'm never patient enough to just sit there and let them dry. SO! not cool. Because of this, my nails always end up flawed somehow. Weak sauce. Anywho, this time I scraped by with minimal damage.... In my defense, nails take forever to dry anyway.... And I multitask quite a bit.... :D
Yesterday also, my mom came home from her week long adventure in Montana. Oh. My. Gosh. I. Am. So. Glad. To. Have. Her. Back. And to show my appreciation for her, immediately when she got home I called up a very good friend to come over so we could Nerts until our eyes popped out. {: Like usual, she kicked our trashes, but because of her handicap [being trifocals....] we slowly gained on her. I have to admit. My mother is one of the most amazing and beautiful people I know. She's fantastic.
I'm starting to think this post is strictly about yesterday, seeing as yesterday I decided NOT! to do my makeup. This left me with a naked face. Normally I'm ok with that, if it's just me hanging out with family and that jazz. However, I didn't entirely feel like splashing my face on, so my people yesterday just had to deal with it. While attempting to embrace my nudity, I even posted an album of naked face pics on Facebook, and recieved only positive feedback. Does this mean that I should stop wearing makeup? I'm not sure I'm that ready yet.... Or if I'll ever be.... Probably because I love mascara so much.... And I love to look super glam.... If that's possible. :D
Pertaining to today, seeing as it's Mom's day, I would absolutely love to publicly state how much I adore my mom. {: Love her, so much. I'm off to slightly glam up life. [: Cheers!
Yesterday also, my mom came home from her week long adventure in Montana. Oh. My. Gosh. I. Am. So. Glad. To. Have. Her. Back. And to show my appreciation for her, immediately when she got home I called up a very good friend to come over so we could Nerts until our eyes popped out. {: Like usual, she kicked our trashes, but because of her handicap [being trifocals....] we slowly gained on her. I have to admit. My mother is one of the most amazing and beautiful people I know. She's fantastic.
I'm starting to think this post is strictly about yesterday, seeing as yesterday I decided NOT! to do my makeup. This left me with a naked face. Normally I'm ok with that, if it's just me hanging out with family and that jazz. However, I didn't entirely feel like splashing my face on, so my people yesterday just had to deal with it. While attempting to embrace my nudity, I even posted an album of naked face pics on Facebook, and recieved only positive feedback. Does this mean that I should stop wearing makeup? I'm not sure I'm that ready yet.... Or if I'll ever be.... Probably because I love mascara so much.... And I love to look super glam.... If that's possible. :D
Pertaining to today, seeing as it's Mom's day, I would absolutely love to publicly state how much I adore my mom. {: Love her, so much. I'm off to slightly glam up life. [: Cheers!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
AP Tests, Death Oaths, and Top Security
Well.... I have to admit, the reason I haven't been blogging isn't because I've been studying for AP tests.... :D My bad. I don't entirely have an excuse, other than I've been half stressing about the little things in life.
Friday morning [my gosh was that only yesterday?] was my first AP test, that being in History. While Thursday I should have been cramming like no tomorrow, I pretty much just chilled to some techno and grooved the night away. Because I had to get up earlier than normal, I went to bed pretty early. Well.... Early for my standards. :D This gave me about 6 hours of sleep. Totally not enough, especially for the circumstances. However, Friday morning when I woke up I was on fire, and quickly extinguished it with a double egg-soft tofu-soy milk-yogurt-frozen strawberry smoothie. Love those. It's pretty much the ultimate protein packed breakfast. After packing a hasty lunch/snack of an orange, mozzarella cheese, apple, carrots, yellow bell pepper, and protein bar, I headed off to the testing center to face my hell. Happily, my teacher had prepared us very well, by handing out tests that completely trumped the AP test, by ten thousand stars. For reals, her tests were extremely more difficult than the actual AP test [I think that was bad grammar, but I don't really care right now]. Because of this, I have the strange feeling that I did very well, but don't want to think that until mid July, when I get my scores back.
Funnily, the proctor read a line from the instructions several times through out the day saying that we were never to divulge the information we had seen at any point ever again. To me this seemed odd, seeing as the test is reformatted every year, but hey, I wasn't about to argue with the creep who laid those rules. So, as much as I'd love to prep you for next year's test, I'm sworn to secrecy, lest I be hunted down and slaughtered. With one AP test down and only a few more to go, my life is getting easier. That's one less class that I'm required to stress about, and now can watch movies for the rest of the year.
Huzzah, I suppose I'll go study some jazz, or something like that. Next week is the week I'm slightly concerned about though, for these reasons. A. I have an AP test Monday. B. I have an AP test Wednesday. C. I have a jazz audition Thursday. D. I have a card party to host Friday. E. I have a prom to get glam for and attend Saturday. F. I have a church to preform to Sunday. Hopefully after next week I can get back to a regular schedule and life. :D Thanks for reading! Cheers!
P.S. Remember the lovely bruise from last Friday? It's still alive and kicking, and hasn't changed color since Monday. Monday it was a deep black with a few green inserts. Weird. I'm starting to think that I don't heal normally.... Cheers. :D
Friday morning [my gosh was that only yesterday?] was my first AP test, that being in History. While Thursday I should have been cramming like no tomorrow, I pretty much just chilled to some techno and grooved the night away. Because I had to get up earlier than normal, I went to bed pretty early. Well.... Early for my standards. :D This gave me about 6 hours of sleep. Totally not enough, especially for the circumstances. However, Friday morning when I woke up I was on fire, and quickly extinguished it with a double egg-soft tofu-soy milk-yogurt-frozen strawberry smoothie. Love those. It's pretty much the ultimate protein packed breakfast. After packing a hasty lunch/snack of an orange, mozzarella cheese, apple, carrots, yellow bell pepper, and protein bar, I headed off to the testing center to face my hell. Happily, my teacher had prepared us very well, by handing out tests that completely trumped the AP test, by ten thousand stars. For reals, her tests were extremely more difficult than the actual AP test [I think that was bad grammar, but I don't really care right now]. Because of this, I have the strange feeling that I did very well, but don't want to think that until mid July, when I get my scores back.
Funnily, the proctor read a line from the instructions several times through out the day saying that we were never to divulge the information we had seen at any point ever again. To me this seemed odd, seeing as the test is reformatted every year, but hey, I wasn't about to argue with the creep who laid those rules. So, as much as I'd love to prep you for next year's test, I'm sworn to secrecy, lest I be hunted down and slaughtered. With one AP test down and only a few more to go, my life is getting easier. That's one less class that I'm required to stress about, and now can watch movies for the rest of the year.
Huzzah, I suppose I'll go study some jazz, or something like that. Next week is the week I'm slightly concerned about though, for these reasons. A. I have an AP test Monday. B. I have an AP test Wednesday. C. I have a jazz audition Thursday. D. I have a card party to host Friday. E. I have a prom to get glam for and attend Saturday. F. I have a church to preform to Sunday. Hopefully after next week I can get back to a regular schedule and life. :D Thanks for reading! Cheers!
P.S. Remember the lovely bruise from last Friday? It's still alive and kicking, and hasn't changed color since Monday. Monday it was a deep black with a few green inserts. Weird. I'm starting to think that I don't heal normally.... Cheers. :D
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Eggs, Smoothies and Tuesday
Apparently at 6 in the morning I have zero motor skills or function.
Probably why when I selected the perfect egg for my smoothie it dropped on the ground and broke. So cute.
Because my mom's been out of town, I've had to fend for myself in the morning, and for lunch. Not cool. So far, I've had normal lunches, nothing weird, and no surprises. While I've had to go to the store multiple times already this week, I don't mind it entirely, because I get to pick out what I want to cook, and what I want in my lunch. Unfortunately, because prom is so close and I have a stupid prom dress [which is actually sort of pretty] I haven't been able to stock up on fruit snacks, and all the jazz that I'd love to put in my lunch, but has no nutritional value. Sad day. However, I have been stocking up on protein bars, which makes life easier when I'm running late [which I tend to do in the mornings] and don't have time to dish out cheese for protein.
Today happens only to be Tuesday. All day I thought it was at least Wednesday, because the day has been so looooong! Happily, today in P.E. was a but kicking fitness day, and because it IS! Tuesday I got to mow my lawn for about three more hours. :D Love it. I mean, yeah, I'll probably be tense and sore tomorrow, but hey. This is good. I like cardio....
Anywho, seeing as today's been sort of funky, I suppose I'll go do something.... Cheers. :D
Probably why when I selected the perfect egg for my smoothie it dropped on the ground and broke. So cute.
Because my mom's been out of town, I've had to fend for myself in the morning, and for lunch. Not cool. So far, I've had normal lunches, nothing weird, and no surprises. While I've had to go to the store multiple times already this week, I don't mind it entirely, because I get to pick out what I want to cook, and what I want in my lunch. Unfortunately, because prom is so close and I have a stupid prom dress [which is actually sort of pretty] I haven't been able to stock up on fruit snacks, and all the jazz that I'd love to put in my lunch, but has no nutritional value. Sad day. However, I have been stocking up on protein bars, which makes life easier when I'm running late [which I tend to do in the mornings] and don't have time to dish out cheese for protein.
Today happens only to be Tuesday. All day I thought it was at least Wednesday, because the day has been so looooong! Happily, today in P.E. was a but kicking fitness day, and because it IS! Tuesday I got to mow my lawn for about three more hours. :D Love it. I mean, yeah, I'll probably be tense and sore tomorrow, but hey. This is good. I like cardio....
Anywho, seeing as today's been sort of funky, I suppose I'll go do something.... Cheers. :D
Monday, May 4, 2009
Hums, Triplets and Auditions
I absolutely have to get this out now lest I implode. I loath mechanical hums. I like nothing about them. Cars, refridgerators, toasters, microwaves, computers, fans, stereos when it's on CD mode and the disc is over, TVs on input or any other flavor, ect, ect. It seems that since my house is nearly empty, it's just been the machines and me. I feel like Chief Bromden in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, where he first suspects the combine. Not to mention his nighttime witness. Apart from the whirr in my head, I've had to deal with the rest of the machines. So I unplugged the ones unnecessary. Electricity doesn't sound pretty. Lightning is an exception. It has no sound. Love it.
In my comp for Theory, I've reached the C section. Haha. No pun intended. Really though, I've just transitioned for the second time. However, it's an absolute bore trying to figure the counting. If you didn't know, I can't count well as it is, but then to try to count something I've created, even worse. Yuck. If I seem a bit agitated to you,that's probably a stimulus as to why.
Furthermore, to continue my musical Hell, I've decided to audition for my school's Jazz Band, which happens to be utterly fantastic. However, I'm not entirely a jazz pianist. I'm definitely classical with jazz sprinkles. Meaning, while I did jband in junior high, I wasn't the best, nor was I fabulous. Last year I auditioned [for this year] and was rejected [sad day!], but was entirely ok with it, seeing as it starts as a zero hour class. This year however, I'm determined to be accepted. Unfortunately for me, there are some other more excellent pianists auditioning. With that in mind, I'm beginning to restep on my determination. In any case, I wish the best of luck to myself [is that legal?], and will do everything I can to get it. My audition time is next Wednesday at 3:20 after school. Wish me luck. :D
I suppose I had better go grocery shopping. Which leads me to my next rant!
In place of the math class I dropped out of at semester is a class called Personal Finance. I have no idea if I've previously seethed about it, nor do I care. In light of that, the only reason I took it was because I was a complete wimp [and out of manic mode] and didn't want to rearrange my schedule to be able to take AP Psyche 6th hour [the only time offered for it]. Because of it, I was persuaded to take this class in it's place. However, I have learned absolutely nothing I didn't previously know before entering [kudos to my rents] and am wasting my time getting an easy A when I really should be in AP Psyche obtaining a difficult A. -Sigh- It's so frustrating! We "learn" about objectives i.e. budgeting, interest, shopping conservatively, credit cards, and all of the stuff people should know by the time they're in high school. It. Is. Absolutely. Ridiculous. There hasn't been a class when I haven't thought to myself "Why am I wasting my time with this?" With me doing all of the shopping for my family for a few weeks, it's not like I don't already know how to shop, what to spend, which bills to pay first, ect, ect. But now that that's out, I suppose I'll be off to rework history. Yes. That's right. Cheers.
In my comp for Theory, I've reached the C section. Haha. No pun intended. Really though, I've just transitioned for the second time. However, it's an absolute bore trying to figure the counting. If you didn't know, I can't count well as it is, but then to try to count something I've created, even worse. Yuck. If I seem a bit agitated to you,that's probably a stimulus as to why.
Furthermore, to continue my musical Hell, I've decided to audition for my school's Jazz Band, which happens to be utterly fantastic. However, I'm not entirely a jazz pianist. I'm definitely classical with jazz sprinkles. Meaning, while I did jband in junior high, I wasn't the best, nor was I fabulous. Last year I auditioned [for this year] and was rejected [sad day!], but was entirely ok with it, seeing as it starts as a zero hour class. This year however, I'm determined to be accepted. Unfortunately for me, there are some other more excellent pianists auditioning. With that in mind, I'm beginning to restep on my determination. In any case, I wish the best of luck to myself [is that legal?], and will do everything I can to get it. My audition time is next Wednesday at 3:20 after school. Wish me luck. :D
I suppose I had better go grocery shopping. Which leads me to my next rant!
In place of the math class I dropped out of at semester is a class called Personal Finance. I have no idea if I've previously seethed about it, nor do I care. In light of that, the only reason I took it was because I was a complete wimp [and out of manic mode] and didn't want to rearrange my schedule to be able to take AP Psyche 6th hour [the only time offered for it]. Because of it, I was persuaded to take this class in it's place. However, I have learned absolutely nothing I didn't previously know before entering [kudos to my rents] and am wasting my time getting an easy A when I really should be in AP Psyche obtaining a difficult A. -Sigh- It's so frustrating! We "learn" about objectives i.e. budgeting, interest, shopping conservatively, credit cards, and all of the stuff people should know by the time they're in high school. It. Is. Absolutely. Ridiculous. There hasn't been a class when I haven't thought to myself "Why am I wasting my time with this?" With me doing all of the shopping for my family for a few weeks, it's not like I don't already know how to shop, what to spend, which bills to pay first, ect, ect. But now that that's out, I suppose I'll be off to rework history. Yes. That's right. Cheers.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Secondary Dominants, T.S. Eliot and Knee Pads
For my first hour class [Music Theory, which ironically is quite real], our end of the year assignment is a beefy composition. Well.... Not entirely beefy.... But beefy enough to be a 200+ point project. I should probably express my musical ineptitude in composing. Sure.... I can play around, but that doesn't mean that it sounds fabulous. Contrarily, my current piece [Hot Pink Butterflies Burning And On Fire] is better than I would expect from me. Oddly, while it's in the key of Db, the first chord is a V/V, which is pretty much a I in Eb. Oh well... I'm stuck in transitioning from the second theme into the third.... I know how I want it to sound in both themes, I just don't know how to get from point B to point C. Sad day.
Some time ago, I submitted a poem for review [because that's what I do] to my English teacher. Happily, he gave fantastic feed back, and and threw two poems at me in the same style, those being The Hollow Men,and The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock; both by T.S. Eliot. I. Absolutely. Love. Them. I'm not sure which I love more. They're both fabulous! I would highly recommend them.
Yesterday was a half day for school. As marvelous as it is to get out of school at 12:10 p.m.,
I find half days to be a waste of my life. I don't understand the objective of going to 40 minutes of class, when the teachers are tired and pretty much just say "The time is yours." Unless of course it's history.... Then it's a different taco entirely. Anywho, in P.E. we combined with the Lifetime Sports class for the 40 minutes, and played either basketball or volley ball. Since my skill with a basketball consists of holding it, my favorite people in the class and I opted for the lesser of two evils, volley ball. While I always thought knee pads were for wimps, I now realize their importance. They're for people who fall a lot, such as myself. No. They're more for people with skills who fall a lot. Any the case, I took a knee dive and about vomited when I had to get back up. For a fraction of a second I believed I had dislodged my patella. However, when I got up it appeared to be in it's place. Afterwards, the surrounding muscles completely spazzed out and contracted rapidly to the point of an intense muscle spasm. Proof that I have muscles. :D
Happily, I have something to show other than just a skinned knee. Check it out! It's like.... easily. It really just illustrates how disgustingly abusive P.E. is, and how dsgustingly insane my mad skills are.
This morning I had the opportunity to take a practice test for the Music Theory exam. I feel like this class is the class I'm most prepared for test wise, and hope to do very well in. Sadly, the dictation portion of the test went quite a bit faster than my brain could process, so I hope the actual test isn't quite as grueling, though it likely will be. History is my main worry, seeing as it's the class that I least retain information in. Sad day!
P.S. I painted my nails the most amazing coral color. They're fabulous.
Cheers. [:
Some time ago, I submitted a poem for review [because that's what I do] to my English teacher. Happily, he gave fantastic feed back, and and threw two poems at me in the same style, those being The Hollow Men,and The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock; both by T.S. Eliot. I. Absolutely. Love. Them. I'm not sure which I love more. They're both fabulous! I would highly recommend them.
Yesterday was a half day for school. As marvelous as it is to get out of school at 12:10 p.m.,


Happily, I have something to show other than just a skinned knee. Check it out! It's like.... easily. It really just illustrates how disgustingly abusive P.E. is, and how dsgustingly insane my mad skills are.
This morning I had the opportunity to take a practice test for the Music Theory exam. I feel like this class is the class I'm most prepared for test wise, and hope to do very well in. Sadly, the dictation portion of the test went quite a bit faster than my brain could process, so I hope the actual test isn't quite as grueling, though it likely will be. History is my main worry, seeing as it's the class that I least retain information in. Sad day!
P.S. I painted my nails the most amazing coral color. They're fabulous.
Cheers. [:
Friday, May 1, 2009
May I, May Day, and May You
Huzzah!
It's finally May!
Happy May Day.
That's really all.
I'm a boring person.
I don't have much that's overly exciting as of late.
Except for my secrets.
Cheers. [:
It's finally May!
Happy May Day.
That's really all.
I'm a boring person.
I don't have much that's overly exciting as of late.
Except for my secrets.
Cheers. [:
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