Tag, History, and M&F Hers

-Thursday-

Surprise! I'm talking about P.E. again! For hating it so much I talk about it incessantly to the point that my readers [I know (hope) you're out there!] might begin to think I actually like it. I can assure you most vehemently that I do not in the least enjoy release time P.E. I promise. :D HOWEVER! Today we were supposed to have a curriculum based lab day, but our teachers decided to loop and hang us and threw a sports day in instead. No big deal I suppose. Then again... I have been wrong quite a bit more than usual lately. Strange.... Anywho, so it would have been fine had we not playeda version of foot ball more foreign to me than the Americanized version which alone blows my mind. Because of the inordinate dullness of the game and the fact that our class was combined with an optional P.E. class [aka a class that has people in it who are a. skilled, b. like sports, and c. enjoy dominance] meaning that class only passed and junk to their own class, even though it was split even for teams, one of the other females in the male heirarchy and I decided to play tag, seeing as that was pretty much what this "foot ball" was anyway. In that case, we had way more fun than we previously were having. Near the end of class, I tagged one of the few males in the class that wasn't overly aggressive [I know! I'm awful!!], and in retaliation he decided to get back to myself and the one other person playing tag at the time. SO! what he did was tag us both, which was totally cheating. Nonetheless, I gathered my damaged dignity, and chased him [without thinking] through the door with a million people squeazing through. That wasn't exactly the smartest thing I've done in awhile. With the momentum of my haste and the handicap of the fifty people in front of me I decided to Jack and Jill it out of the door in stead. With my mad rolling skills, I avoided [most] injury [other than my pride of course, and a few bruises], and tagged my victim. Tell me that isn't skill. :D

In history [another class I'm not overly enthused about yet still find time to ramble on and on and on and on and on about], we've been working with the 1920's. For this particular unit, our teacher decided to divvy up the chapters, and let us teach it ourselves, while grading how well we taught. My group was AMAZING! :D Well. My group's power point presentation was AMAZING! :D Heckess. Guess who did it all willingly? Heckess. Me. Because of that, I took the liberty of making it ultra chic and as girly as possibly. This being that the other two members of my group happen to be guys. I figure if they're going to do the minimum of work, and one not even give me any material to work with [forcing me to do his part for him or suffer the docking of the group's grade], I might as well have some fun with it. {: We'll see how they like it tomorrow. Not to mention I spent nearly five hours on the notes and assemblage of it! Hahaha....

I asked my mom to pick up a fitness magazine for me today, so I could do some make-up articles for the days I missed of P.E. I absolutely love her, but what does she bring me? The most feminine magazine [probably] in the entire store! BUT! what can I complain? I didn't pick it out. :D I suppose if anyone saw me with it they'd think I'm a hardcore lesbian. Which I'm not. Anywho, I'm gone to dream land, or something close to it. Cheers. :D

Mark Twain, Hurdles, and Vampires

In my English class we're reading Mark Twain's A Mysterious Stranger. As much as I wanted to hate it based on his horrible novels I've read, I'm actually quite enamored with the concept of an immortal being selecting a few mortals to reveal his "secrets" to. Food for thought.

Surprisingly in P.E. today was a "fitness" day, aka a day from the unhappy Hell. However, what I was pleasantly surprised by was the material of our "fitness" day. Unexpectedly, it entailed mini-hurdles [which didn't make me not feel like an absolute gazelle, even though I can only imagine how I looked.... :D ], several sets of stairs, and various flavors of upper body tortures. While the hurdles were AMAZING! [I am not kidding, I loved them!], the stairs were great, but by the time I was half way through the sets, the small cows posterior to my shins were screaming "WHY ME?!!!!!" And frankly, I was thinking quite the same.

Later today, I had the opportunity to visit the public seethe of vampires, commonly known as The Red Cross. They've been around for ages!!! My friend in the spot beside me fainting several times wasn't extremely consoling, though I credit that to her size. A pint of blood was way more crucial to her than it was say, to me. I blame that to my size as well, seeing as I didn't even dizzy in the least. I know, kudos to me. :D

One last thing before I scrim: I've been looking at this seven legged spider for the past twenty minutes, and it's eight beady eyes have been begging me to open the window so it can crawl back out to humanity. So, being the lover not the fighter that I am, I succumbed to the arachnid plea. Call me a spider-saver. :D Cheers.

Paradise City, Broken Nails, and Fashionista Disasta

Not unlike the aforementioned March weather, today there was rain, shine, moon, shine [haha....], snow, shine, rinse and repeat. No kidding! It's crasy!

For the first time in a billion years, one of my nails broke today. Of course, it didn't even have a cool story to go with it. Just the typical "Oh! I broke my nail!" Yeah. Not cool. Not only that, but the nearest file I had with me was in my Amazing Spider-Man backpack, in my locker, on the other side of the school. Double not cool.

For a fragment of time, this week has been an absolute disaster so far concerning my wardrobe. WHO PLANS IT?! Gee! Tell them to get some sense! -scoff- In the mean time, I've decided that this weak doesn't really count in regards to clothes. It all started Sunday when I tried to assemble a decent outfit per day, but had some stupid mental block blocking [go figure] my creative capacities [not unlike now]. Since then, every day has changed from the rubric, and entropy has reigned. Again, go figure. Just my luck, no? :D Then again... it IS only Monday.... This is going to be a very long week... \:

Seeing as life is nearly done for the day, I'm out to celebrate it with a ridiculously long journal entry and a later setting of my alarm. Oh how I tease myself.... Cheers. :D

Coraline, Stilettoes, and Blink

Under false pretenses, I'll start by saying that Thursday night was bunk. I came home from school, did my homework, crashed at 4:30 ish, answered the phone around 8:30 ish, called my piano teacher informing her that I woulnd't be there, went back to bed, and woke up Friday around 5:40 ish. It. Was. Awesome.

Friday happened to be an early release, for some reason strange to me. I don't think any of us knew really, but I'm not complaining. After coming home and taking a three thousand hour trip up the road AND gaining valuable driving experience, I flavored life by going to the park whilst waiting for the third party to arrive. Due to the cold nature of the outdoors in the aforementioned March weather, a good friend and I scuttled back from the park, even though the swings were absolutely prime. As the third party arrived, we hackneyed the hackie until we had made complete fools of ourselves. Surprised? :D

From thence we made our way to the theater, to see the ever raved Coraline. With Bruno Coulais as the film musician, the flick was fantastic. The creepy/cool element of Burton-esque added flair to it. It was much better seeing it than just living off the half proper summaries of it I gathered from several sources. :D
After Coraline, we all rendezvoused back at my house, where I found my sister, kids, and mom were watching a western of sorts. We quickly outed it again, and this time went to get CO2 at the local Hell*Mart. Sadly, I was attracted almost immediately to the new Maybelline LastStiletto mascara stand. As you can imagine, I was sucked into purchasing it. As a critic, I'll say that I was sorely dissapointed with the end result. Unless you have intensely naturally voluminous lashes, when Maybelline says Stiletto affect, they mean sharp spiny thin narrow daggars, not unlike the shoe. As a primer before a volumizing mascara, it's fantastic. But if you're going for the va-voom affect and your lashes are hapless to begin with, do NOT! use it alone. :D I should start writing my memoirs: Confessions of a Mascara Junkie.

As I ventured to the to the library with my dad on Friday, I was drawn to a white book with shiny silver lettering that read Blink. I had heard of it via my English class, so I checked it out and started reading immediately. If I hadn't been driving, I would have read it all the way home. I don't really have a fantastic way to explain it, other than to encourage you to read it for yourself because it's absolutely amazing. Blah blah blah. I'm out to edit pics and junk like that. Cheers!

Literate Dinosaurs, Little Kidsies, and The Color Grey

English was eventful today, as usual. We had a substitute, the same we've had before, only this time he was more aggressive in his attempt to quell the class. Once again we were viewing a video on an author, however this one had more class than the Edgar Allen Poe mockumentary. During the time we were supposed to be filling out the questionnaire, the punk that sits behind me [not you Chaz] decided that he was intent on making the plastic cretaceous creatures be able to write, in this case by strapping a pencil to them. However, he was unable to do so, seeing as the anatomy of the saur wasn't molded to hold a pencil. Because of this, we attracted the sub's attention completely, and he decided to help us in our quest for dinosaur legibility. Somewhere he scrounged a rubber band, which he then used to noose the pencil to the saur's neck. This is what happens when we have a substitute teacher.

Doctor Seuss day was a few days back, but in order to celebrate it, my former elementary school had a "Snuggle Up and Read" night and needed volunteers to read Seuss stories to the little'uns. We [probably for good reason] were not told that it was a pajama party.

Sigh.

Leave it to be said that a few friends and I were given the chance to Seuss our hearts out to attentive little kids starved of good literature and love. It was a great night, mainly because I was made to read aloud to people, and HELLO! it was Dr. Seuss! The only unfortunate part about it was that there weren't any of his epic books, I.E. The Lorax, Horton Hatches an Egg, or The Star Bellied Sneetches and Other Stories. I guess they would have too much political and moral meaning behind them. Sad day!

The weather of March has been utterly abominable. Really it's been cold, nasty, and a beautiful shade of gre. My eyes have more dinension than the bleak world of Boise. However, the weather of my eyes doesn't consist of rain, hail, sunshine, rain, hail, grey skies, all in a half day period. No kidding. Oddly enough, my eyes have no grey in them. Leave it be that Boise March weather is the most fickle tartwhich of the bunch.

Seeing as I have overextended my welcome in my own blog, I suppose I'll be off to... look at the grey sky...? Cheers.

Saturday, Sunday, and Monday

Ok... So I might have mised a day or two. Or three. :D But you still love me, because I definitely have stories to tell.

Saturday was pretty much just an extension of Friday night... only with more traveling, more spaghetti, and more walking. Yeah, that's right, after a lunch of spaghetti [for the 7th time (I'm not even kidding!) for me] we went to the mall [my two friends, aunt, cousin, and sister-in-law] where we unintentionally split up, and frolicked through the "Town Square Mall." In quote, because it really isn't that much of a mall.... :D I hate Boise. Just know that I made cookies. That should say something as to what kind of a day it was.

Sunday was crazy, starting at 9 am! I know, that sounds awfully late for a normal person, but for a nocturnal being such as myself, it's ridiculously early! Not really that much of a problem though when you have nephews and nieces as cute as mine. {: Anywho, 35 people and lunch later, it was chill time with the fam. Go figure, once half of the family left [sad day!] it was almost mellow. As mellow as it can be with three little kids with colossal lungs. Love them forever. However, trying to sleep in an open room with only thirteen stairs separating us and no sound barrie tends to leave me cranky in the morning. Then again, what doesn't?

Monday was pretty much the Monday of all Mondays, to where I had a raging sore throat in the morning, a fantastic cardio session in P.E., played in the sunshine, killed my sore throat by third hour, hung out with the fam some more before they left, and wow another sleepless night. P.S. Theory was hell on this day; imagine four part harmonic dictation as a wakeup and welcome to the real world. Yeah. I thought so too.

Today brought me oodles of joy and another sore throat, only this one hasn't gone away. The last of my family left back to their homes, and I almost drove myself to school. Theory was much better today. However, I saw my Grents for the first time [sadly] since Janary, and they're not exactly as I remember them. I wasn't surprised at that, but I was surprised at how much they've both changed. I suppose I feel jaded becuase [brace yourself] I'm one of the youngest cousins and haven't been around them for 20+ years like my siblings and other cousins have. I suppose I just feel like I haven't gotten to hang out with them as much as I would have liked to. I suppose I feel like a dunderhead because I don't want to see them because they're not how I want them to be. I suppose I feel overwhelmed at their shortened time on Earth. I used to not sympathize if someone died, becuase I thought I knew everything. Now I can see that people don't cry because they're sad someone has died; they cry because they miss someone. That makes sense now.

Anywho, due to my bad humor and my dad's incessant nagging about the same scenario for the fifty millionth time, I snapped at him on the way home, and probably murdered any rights and/or privileges I have for the next ten years. For a few months I thought I was past the stage of rebellious teenager, but apparently I'm not. Maybe I shouldn't have a mood. Or attitude. Or opinion. Or personality. Or anything like that. I don't know. It just seems that I should get over stuff and not let it bother me like it does, but lately there's been this pressure to do all of this stuff that I'm not entirely sold on, and the stress that I've been pardoned from for the past few months is coming back. Yae for anxiety. Apologies for turning this into a sad rant; I suppose I'll go write poetry to express my inner feelings, and be emo for awhile. I'll get back to you later with what I wrote, if anything. Cheers.

Late Friday, Crack, and Family

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

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

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

History, Court and Nincompoops

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

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

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

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

More Lactic Acid, Swings, and Isaac

-Sigh-

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

Go figure.

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

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

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

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

Six Base, Date Match, and Thomas Jefferson

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

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

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

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

Headbands, Makeup and Schleeeee!!!!

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

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

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

Well....

You do....

But....

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

Onion Rings, AM DJs, and The Real Barney

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

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

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

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

Wigs, Vanities, and Early Mornings

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

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

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

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

Skunks, Spider Bites, and Chaz Equines

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

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

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

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

Sneezes, Toothpaste, and Paper Cuts

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

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

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