Running, Showers and Squirrels!

Huzzah! :D I hit runners' high today! Well.... Long before I started running.... Actually.... Not entirely that long.... Just about 32 minutes.... I'm still calling it runners' high because it lasted through the run and thereafer.

Here's how it shook out. I worked until 8 this evening, which meant either we had to run in the morning where I could be home and cleaned up by 11, or run in the evening. For some unknown reason, I thought running at 10 a.m. would be a great idea. Yeah.... When he came at 10 I was angry, he was angry, and we both were tired. Nevertheless, because we're so awesome, we went to the park anyway and were going to carry through. Bad idea number two. When we got to the park, it was cloudy and looked a little like rain. However, there were still ten million kidsies playing on the equipment. After internally bawling, I asked if we could come back later tonight. He completely agreed. So while I did waste part of his morning, it actually worked out fabulously. Here's why. :D

For the last two hours of work the weather was crap. It gushed rain! SO! Not running weather! However, once I got home, it was still cloudy, but NOT! raining. Life was good! :D I was pretty psyched about that. I was even more psyched when he arrived and was psyched. Huzzah! Two psyches! Through fits of giggles on the way to the park, we decided we were probably only going to run for 30 minutes. However, it turned out that we ran an extra 5, merely because it was such a great day. Because it was wet[ish], the stupid cotton from the willows and cotton wood trees was subdued, and there were considerably less Greenbelters to be annoyed by. Life was even better! {: Not only was I well hydrated, but I was excited to run, and be running. How weird is that? I think I might be getting better at this. Let's see how tomorrow goes....

Because it's summer, there's definitely a decrease in willingness to shower. Not that you didn't already know that. No, that doesn't mean that I let myself get disgusting. It only means that I feel like letting myself get disgusting. Not really, but you see the point. However, today, after I showered I noticed a beastly razor burn on each of my legs. And I thought I was getting tan! Apparently not.... I suppose that's one more reason for me to go get some sun.... Or something stupid like that. I don't know. I'm perfectly fine being white. At least I'm not fish belly white or anything... as far as you know. :D Sad day about the razor burn, but I'm in too great of a mood to be foiled by it.

Before we started running, there was this dumb little squirrel that was doing this ridiculous merekat scamper. Oh. My. Gosh. It was for some reason quite absolutely hilarious. Of course, I probably appeared to be drugged and out of my mind. No worries though. You would have giggled had you seen it as well. I'm not the only crazy one. :D

Shazaam! I suppose I'm gone to try to sleep off this high. WEIRD! :D Cheers.

Nightmares, Retainers and Love

Eeks! Today has been highly humorous, and only a little bit stressful. Let's start at 8:30 this morning when I was going to get up and mow my lawn, so I would be done with it before our run, and then just get to come home, clean up, and go get my retainer to be done for the day. Notice how it didn't happen. After REMing about making meat products where I snapped and ate them, I woke up in a horrible mood. It was even worse when I looked out the window and saw a thousand droplets of dew on the grass. Obviously, it was too soggy to mow. Sad day! Not entirely though, because I ended up going back to bed, until about 10:40, when I woke up after another nightmare where I was pretty much a daemon with amazing claws, not unlike the freaky kitty chick from X-Men 2. It was fabulous, but still weird. After checking my Scrabble status, I noticed that my very good friend who attended Scrabble club with me had started a game. Huzzah! Love Scrabble.... She's kicking my butt again so far.... However, I've had two Bingo racks with no where to put them. SO! Dissapointing!!! \: Anywho, apparently I lost track of time, because soon my doorbell rang, and it was my trash-kicking running buddy. -Sigh- So much for not being in my pj's when he got there. Anywho, case in point, it was a bad run for some alien reason. I have a feeling I was abducted last night during the meat-mare, and had my lungs stitched together. So not cute.

So after that jazz [and checking the progress of our Scrabble game of course], I cleaned up, didn't have time to do my hair [yes, it frizzed on the way], and just my luck we were doing pictures. Great.... Just what I needed.... All I wanted to do was pick up my amazing retainer, and get-outa-there. That was not to be. Because I'm so amazing, they wanted to hear stories. Come on! I was used to having a 6 week period to get material! Eight days does not equal six weeks.... So I entertained them with the same series of events I've shared thus far. And they would know that if they read my blog. Anywho, the point is, I'm super jazzed about my retainer. Maybe I'll even get a picture up some day. It. Is. Fan. Freaking. Tastic. :D It's black and white zebra stripes with a red glittery case. LOVE IT! However, in retrospective, I have a feeling I should have picked out the hot pink glittery case.... Shazam! My love for it is not diminished. I have the sexiest retainer lisp ever. Good thing I answer phones all day at work....

One thing I've noticed as I've aged [not matured by any means] is that love is so misunderstood. My impression about it is that it's always there, to some extent. The form however, is often misconstrued. When I say "I love you" to the majority of my friends, they freak out because they tend to think I'm romantically interested in them. The majoirty of the time, this isn't even remotely true. But as a person I still love them. It seems that love can only be an attraction between two people, and only those two people. I don't know. My train of thought is derailing, but my love for people changes only in form of attraction, not the strength of the attraction.

Anywho, now that I'm done being slightly philosophical, I suppose I'll go Greek it up and make another Greek salad, ingredients pending. Cheers!

Lenses, Puddles and Diets

Well.... Somebody got a job at a vision store.... Which means that somebody gets to play with all of the display frames and clean them and jazz.... :D I love my job. It's fabulous.

While I absolutely adore puddle-jumping in the proper attire, I'm not exactly jazzed to have no escape around a four inch deep pond in the middle of the Greenbelt. SO! Not my style.... '-' Then again, I suppose running isn't entirely my style, so maybe I'll just get used to it all. As our huzzah to almost cool down afterward, we decided to play on the spring horses, because the stupid park still doesn't have swings. Oh yes. And of course, being me, I forgot my camera. I have to admit though, for not having a bony butt, those dumb little equines really tenderize your coccyx. Not so fun.

I have to admit. My body frame is slightly ridiculous. I'm not saying that in a ridiculous self-loathing typical teenage girl way, I'm saying that from the view of a future physique model. The only reason I bring it up even, is because structurally I'm wide, and I'm ok with that. However, because of that I tend to pack more weight in weird places [like my back. What? Yeah.]. Because of this [this really all does tie in together, I promise] I have to monitor my metabolism, as any health conscious person should do. Really though, my current butt-kicking running buddy has one of the most disgusting dietary intakes ever! I'm not even kidding! True.... Occasionally he'll eat something healthy like a banana or something, but the rest of the time it's pretty much hydrogenated and partially hydrogenated oils and the like for the remainder of his diet. However, because he's such a running fiend, you'd never guess that his diet is crap. -Sigh- It's people like him who put my beautiful body to shame.... My lovely curves look like whale-like obesity comparably.... Granted, he's a guy, and doesn't entirely have curves, but metabolically speaking, I'm shamed. Sad day! Body shape and genetics ties together nicely though, seeing as I'm the only chicka in my family who's currently hard-core active. A few of my brothers are, but naturally they're leaner than me, which is completely understandable. With one of them being a personal trainer and physique model, it makes life easier with a built in support system one phone call and a few messages away. Love it. :D Anywho, my point is, I hate it when people eat all this crap and still manage to appear healthier than me. I mean come on! I have the ideal diet! It's so stupid! I don't understand! No worries though.... My GI tract probably likes me ten thousand stars better than his does his. Or something like that....

Ok, I'm pretty much done whining about all that jazz, so I suppose I'll go do something amazing. More amazing than usual.... Cheers! :D

George Washington, Bevis and Scrabble Club

May I just say that yesterday was absolutely phenomenal? Uh yeah. :D And I just did.

In all seriousness, yesterday was packed.

Though I don't know how I would have pulled that off facetiously.

Maybe "Tee hee hee yesterday was packed tighter than thatch!"

Yeah. Not really....

Anywho though, the Greek Food Fest was once again lovely. And the events to follow of course. :D Those being an adventure to the dollar store, getting caught in torrents of rain [monsoon almost....], a very [relatively] quick game of monopoly, the end of one movie, and the start of another.

As we [we being two of my very good friends and I] were leaving the Greek Food Fest [sad day!], we happened to see in line our English teacher. We were psyched! Two days out of school and Huzzah! Here he was! :D It was absolutely lovely. He was there with his brother and his brother's lady. Very cool.

After that we were on our way back to my house, when the not-so-neon dollar store sign popped out at me, and I exclaimed [yes, exclaimed] "Let's go to the dollar store!" Just like that too. So... a few decades and one funny picture [not for you yet] later, we finally made our purchases and skedaddled out. Our main motivation for even going [besides me] was it was raining profusely, and it was difficult to drive in. Of course we got drenched as we were escaping nature, but once inside there was immediately a display of hula hoops and tropical jazz. The hula hoops were ridiculous, mainly because there was no weight to them. Another sad day! However, the tropical jazz definitely tricked our minds into thinking it was warm. Ish. Well.... It was half way effective. :D

After braving the wild and getting back into the car, we went to my house, where we were pleasantly surprised to find my brother and his family. Huzzah! Monopoly was a distinct possibility at this time! They were originally going to be out of town, but seeing as they weren't, we could SO! include them. However, they didn't entirely was to play, because a. they were watching The Fugitive, and b. they had to go home relatively soon. In which case, we started our game, and about 47 minutes later it was over. It all started out well, sans Martin getting three of the Railroads and two of the yellows. That wasn't horrible, until a trade happened and he started to put houses on them. Then we all just died. Once I hit Marvin's Gardens with $1000+ rent, I just quit and gave him all my property and cash. I didn't feel like mortgaging everything. So I went and cut watermelon instead. Oooh! Call me emo! Just kidding. It shortly ended when my other friend quit [and for good reason!]. Then we watermelon-ed it up, and ended up watching The Princess Bride, which I really actually just slept through most of.

We even took pictures before and after Monopoly. Of course the before included the winner, and the after did NOT!!! No, George Washington was not the winner. Close, but no cigar. :D

Today, my recurring good friend and I decided to join Boise's Scrabble Club. Heckess! :D So we went to the designated place, looked around for a few minutes becuase we couldn't find it, and ran into our English teacher again. We decided that all we have to do to keep seeing him [in a non-creepy way of course] was continue our cultural experience. Yeah. Weraq. However, he wasn't there for Scrabble.... It was totally ok though. [: Gads. He's probably going to think we're stalking him or something.... :D

As to the actual club, it was weak sauce in numbers, but hot sauce in skill. I pretty much died. Uh yeah. Not only that, but apparently you're not allowed to look words up before you play them, unless they're challenged. I immediately felt naked without my dictinoary. Talk about insecure! Take away my makeup, clothes and shoes, but not my dictionary! Gads. That was embarrassing, primarily becuase I misplayed ersatzes as erzates. Still a bingo, but it went unchallenged, and I felt like a complete numbskull when I looked it up and it was ersatz[es]. Very sad! It was my only bingo of the game, and it was a really low scoring game. However, my opponent did amazingly! :D She kicked my trash, AND! it was one of her first official plays of the game. Love it! We almost went with the intent of picking up cute bookstore guys, but seeing as the other Scrabblers were all +60 it didn't quite happen.

-Sigh-

That all turned out more humorous than I intended....

Oh well. I'm out to do something productive. Cheers! :D

Cub Scouts, Socks and Shoes

There are just some things about being a lady that limit activities. I.E. Boy Scouts. I've never been a Boy Scout. That doesn't mean that I haven't been the daughter of a Cub/Boy Scout leader since the beginning of time, it just means that I have never been a Boy Scout. No worries though! I volunteered [or something like that...] to work a station at Scout Day Camp this year, and HUZZAH! Training was at 9 'o' clock this morning. :D It's going to be an absolute blast! For this reason, I'm slightly jealous that I never got to be a Boy Scout. But I'm content being pretty. I'm too girly to be a boy. Thankfully, I'm a chicka.

On my way to go pick up my new running shoes, I meant to stop by my house and pick up a pair of socks. However, before I get to that, I need to retrace my series of events. Because today was rainy and cold, I decided to pick up some running pants. P.S. Manufacturers don't make running pants for short people. Correction: Manufacturers don't make running pants for short people with amazing quads and hips. Sad day! So I ended up getting some stupid short short pants. Not funny. It defeats the purpose of legwarmers if they end directly below the knee! Wait.... THAT'S IT! :D ALL I HAVE TO DO IS WEAR LEG WARMERS! Fabulous..... I love it! {:

Anywho, so I forgot the stupid socks that I stopped home to get, so when I got to the store I had to borrow a pair of their stupid socks. Weird. However, my shoes are perfect, as I thought they would be. They're absolutely fabulous! Happily, my feet are exactly the same size. When I went in earlier the chicka measured my feet and was surprised to see they are highly identical. Apparently most people's feet are a 1/2 size difference? Nifty! I'm abnormally normal. :D Love that.

Really though, my shoes came, and I absolutely feel in love with them. They're GREEN! :D Aka one of my favorite colors. Love green.... Happily, they support my arches, so I don't move my hips inordinately, which tends to stretch out my hip muscle things to be very tender the day after. Yea for lactic acid. Running just became gobs easier, now that I have the proper equipment. :D

In any case, I'm out to the Greek food fest again [as promised] after today's run. I hope to be able to recount amazing stories of Greek jazz. Or something like it. :D Cheers!

Inguinal Jazz, Pumpkin Pie and Greece

-Sigh-

Once again, my stress levels are rising over this stupid book. When I went to turn it in to the library today, having already checked with the sistering library to reassure the legality of exchanging a copy for copy, the lady at my library said it wasn't legit or accepted. CAN THEY MESS WITH MY HEAD ANY MORE PLEASE?! Good gads! Apparently I still have until the 17th to find their copy. IF I HAVEN'T FOUND IT IN THE PAST THREE MONTHS WHY WOULD I FIND IT IN THE NEXT 13 DAYS?! Geeze lady.... Nice.... Really nice.... I'm about to buck the entire system, refuse to pay the fine, and never go back... but I like the library too much.... I'm a big fan of borrowing, if I'm the one that's borrowing something. I'm completely responsible too! I even told her the situation of how it sprouted legs, walked away, and got stuck in a black hole! To this she told be to check my garage.

I felt like I got hit by a bus when I woke up this morning. Yeah. It was bad. I vote we start stretching before we run. Just a thought. You know, because not everybody is completely inflexible and can't stretch. Yeah. Apparently running takes major inner hip flexor muscles. Need more be said?

Anywho, so I after I got up today and made a Greek salad [love it!!!!], I made another crust-less pumpkin pie [sort of my weakness]. A number of hours later after it had chilled and slightly frozen, I was nearly in paradise. Except for the gigantic mess transferred from my locker to my counter.... I vowed to work on that later though. :D

Seeing as it's the annual Greek Food Festival today and tomorrow, my very good friend and I went to preview it before we attended another event. Oh. My. Gosh. We spotted the most adorable gyro maker in the entire universe. Yeah. We were pretty much love-struck. For the rest of the night we compared Boise to him. Well.... Had there been a comparison. :D Crazy stuff. We decided that we're going to make T shirts that read something to the effect of "I love Greek food... Workers." Which is true.... But I also have a thing for Greek food.... *Note to potential suitors: Mel adores Greek food, and is vegetarian, so please keep that in mind. Anywho, she and I are thinking of heading back tomorrow instead of playing Monopoly, as planned. I'm psyched. :D Love Greek food....

Well, I suppose I'm out to enjoy my school-free summer evening. Cheers! :D

English, Cabbage and Naps

-Sigh-

In case you're wondering, my book Blink came today. I sort of don't want to give it to the library.... However, I suppose that to be deemed responsible, I'm obligated to.

Anywho, HUZZAH! :D Go me! It was most definitely the last day of school today. Seeing as it was, I decided to sleep in, get up, do my makeup [and say a little prayer for you?], and make myself a smoothie before I left. I now know why it takes me 30 minutes to make a smoothie it takes my mom 6 to do. I measure the dickens out of all of my ingredients. Well.... Not really, but I add stuff and tweak it until it's perfect. Don't misunderstand me, my mother's smoothies are absolutely amazing. But mine are better. I.E. Today's. First I started with frozen blueberries, strawberries, and blackberries. Then, I added my protein jazz [I'll refrain from specifying, lest you think less of me, and no, it doesn't include human]. After that, I added some yogurt, and finally the soymilk. After clogging the cogs several times on the thickness of the fruit, I finally had concocted the perfect smoothie. Calorically it was ideal, while tastefully it was delicious and delectable.

Whilst at school, I checked a few things I needed to clear up. I also gutted my locker. It was very sad to take down everything. I cried a little inside. Apart from that, I also cried at leaving my junior year behind. Really, I'm just a bawl baby. Anywho, English this year has been the best class of my entire life. In class writes included! I won't say that parts of it didn't suck, but overall, my love for literature and writing has proliferated immensely, as has my love for my English teacher. Yeah.... That didn't come out creepy.... However, in all honesty, he is one of my favorite people in the entire world, and I'm sad to leave, and for him to switch schools for the time being.

However, a good friend and I had a celebratory lunch date after school. It was absolutely fabulous. We went to Mongolian BBQ and then to the park. Happily, I put loads of cabbage [red and green] into my stir-fry. It was most excellent! Though after tasting it, I realized I should have left out the corn, added more carrots and broccoli, and less sunflower seeds. Everything else was correctly proportioned. It was fabulous. :D At the park we played on the swings [love swings!] and climbed a tree. We. Always. Have. Fun. [:

Once I had returned home, I had full intentions to take a nap. However, I decided to check my facebook to see if anything awesome was happening instead. Bad idea. Once I was on, another good friend of mine [who encouraged me to join XC and ruin my life] started talking to me. No big deal. It happens all the time with him. However, once I stated that I was about to go take a nap he immediately pounced and said "We should go for a run." Haha, very funny. I suppose he actually said that after I said that I was excited for XC, and that I would probably start before the actual workouts start. THEN he swooped in. I had every right to say no, but I needed to do cardio today anyway, so I unwittingly said yes. Another bad idea. I made him drive. Ooooh. That's intimidating.... A few minutes later, he was at my house ready to go. Great. I was really sucked into this now. So I grabbed my shoes and socks [I always put on the left one first] and headed out. Bad idea number three. Bad idea number four came when I decided to not micturate before we left. It didn't really bother me until twenty minutes into the run. Then I pretty much cried the rest of the way. Sad day. However, it was a motivator to move a little faster, so I can't complain entirely. I have to admit. My main excuse for not going was that I had too much cabbage in my bloodstream and I would die if I went running. Well.... I didn't die, but I sweated cabbage for a solid twenty minutes afterward. That was fun. We even came up with a fabulous line. I said [as a last resort] that I would only run if we got to play on the swings after. However, this park didn't even have swings. LAME!!! ]: Naturally, I whined about this to him [if you couldn't tell I whine a lot, hence the whiny in whiny teenage drama queen], to which he replied "Then I'll get a rope for you to swing from." I couldn't resist retorting with "I asked for swings, and you gave me a noose." We decided that it was pretty decent, for me not being so witty.

As to wit, my history teacher wrote in my yearbook something to the effect of "I love your wit." Because he is so witty anyway, I decided to throw back "Well Mrs. Walker said I was witty!" during a battle of wits. Yes. I know. Completely immature and childish. But it worked. :D

Once I got back home, my mom wanted to go run some errands, so I went with. It was pretty much awesome. We picked out new frames for her glasses, because she's getting a second pair. Yes. She's cool like that. When she first walked into the store, she picked out a hideous pair of frames. Truly, they looked like they were from the 90's, only worse. Because of her awful selection, I picked up an atrocious pair of this rimmed clearish gray gigantic squares of old-man death and wore them for the remainder of time which we were there. I asked the clerk if I could get a pair just like them, and he said "No." Naturally, I asked why, and he replied "Because I wouldn't sell them to you." Long story short, my mom picked out a better pair of frames, and I had to return the beasts to their shelf.

Seeing as I still haven't had my nap and it's almost time for bed anyway, I suppose I should be out. Cheers. :D

Servings, Cotton and Tomatoes

FINALLY!

THE LAST BLOODY DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL PE!

Shazam! :D While I was planning to ace the final completely, I apparently missed two of the 50 questions, leaving me with a 96%. Not entirely shabby, but less than I expected. One question I know I answered incorrectly [unintentionally of course], was something to the effect of "Which of the following is the correct serving size?" with the choices being something stupid like a. 2 slices of bread b. 8 oz of milk c. 7 oz of protein d. 1 large apple. Knowing my natural aversion towards milk, I had a difficult time deciding between B and D. I picked D, because to me it sounded better, and it was ten thousand times less disgusting. In retrospective, I realize that the milk propogandists really are trying to ruin my life, and the answer was B, because a medium fruit is supposedly a serving. SO DUMB!!! As for the other question I missed, I truly have no recollection, though I'm not entirely surprised, because the test took all of about seven minutes to complete; roughly 13 when double checked.

Because I didn't have a fourth hour final [huzzah!!!], I pretty much got out of school at 10:00 a.m. I was pretty stoked, as every kid is. The weather was back to beautiful, I had a nearly empty day ahead of me, and a lawn waiting to be mowed. For this reason, when I arrived home I promptly changed into my Richard Simmons shorts, slapped on some sunblock to arms and face, and headed out. Life was grand until I hit the south portion of my back yard [chronologically last in my routine], where the cotton wood trees decided to dump ten septillion cotton pods on the ground. This wouldn't be a problem were it not that my lawn mower mulches everything, and cotton tends to be spat back out. By the end of my lawn, I looked like a gigantic fuzzy marshmallow. I can't say that it was the prettiest sight, but there was definitely an element of humor, once I cleared the fibrous mess out of my lungs and could laugh.

Ever since a few weeks ago when my mom made one of the most amazing cold noodle salads ever, I've been craving feta non-stop. Not only feta, but most Greek foods, including but not limited to olives, gyros, brined cucumbers, ect. Today, I decided to recreate the salad, with different proportions, being more vegetables and feta, with less noodles. In the process however, I discovered that I was out of tomatoes. Normally, I would completely rejoice. However, seeing as I needed them to recreate the jazz, I waited until my mom got home, and then dragged her to the store to help me pick out tomatoes. Yes. I'm awful at picking produce out, most of the time. My worst subject is tomatoes, because I don't like them, so I'm not sure what they're supposed to look and feel like. Anywho, the rest I've become more skilled at, so no worries. No rotten onions for me! :D

The point being, I just finished the creation of beauty, and it was truly amazing. Made of fresh cucumbers, tomatoes, red and green bell peppers, black olives, small conch noodles and fetta with a dressing of oil and vinegar, it was fabulous. Feel free to try it, because it's definitely amazing. [:

Seeing as I'm enamored again, I suppose I should be off to party, so I can sleep in during the 5th hour final tomorrow. Cheers! :D

White Skies, Lockers and RAIN!!!

Yesterday was incredibly strange. I went to the neighboring city twice for various appointments, the first to get my face back, and the second to regulate my qi. Or something like that. :D As promised [I think I promised you this....? ], pictures of prom [from waaaaaaaaay long ago] and my normal face. If you're interested. :D



Anywho, today I had my second hour final. It was absolutely ridiculous. Happily, I never have to go to another stupid class of that again. It truly was a waste of my time.





However, My locker says otherwise. Not really, but there's pretty much the end of a vortex in there. I'm not kidding! I've found so many things in there that I have no recollection even owning. It's absolutely absurd. Now I'm stuck with cleaning it all out before the end of Thursday.... GREAT! I returned all of my text books to the book room. That lightened my life about 40 pounds worth. :D

After school I even applied for a job. That should indicate what kind of a day it's been. [: Sadly, I lost the schedule for the CC workouts this summer.... Now I have to go back and get another one. Shazam. I can deal with that.

Unfortunately, it's raining. This wouldn't be such a catastrophe were it not Tuesday. Tuesday wouldn't be so bad if it weren't my typical mowing day for my yard. NOT! Cool. I'm cold, crank, and had to ride on my rent's stationary bike in my smelly basement for cardio today. Blegh. It smells like... old people. Or
something close.

I suppose I'm done complaining, and back to photo editing. Or something cool like that. :D Cheers!

Pumpkin Pie, Cookies and Migraines

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!

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.

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.

Nothing Left To Say

My heart is broken.

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.

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