So I went to my second football game ever last night. And I have to say, I know a lot more about football than I did twenty four hours ago. Which is still not much, but I'm quite proud of myself. The first football game I went to was two years ago, and then I only screamed when everyone else was screaming. This time I actually picked up enough to know when to scream on my own. I think that's a huge accomplishment.
This game was pretty epic though. We lost. But two guys had to be taken off the field in an ambulance. Which makes me wonder: what kind of football are they playing down there?! Anyway, it was pretty exciting. At one point, some guy was running with the ball and jump clear over someone who fell down in front of him. I was excited. But due to the two ambulance runs, the game took almost four hours. I got home way past my bedtime. :(
Today we were supposed to have writer's club, but nobody could come. Which, I have to say, pissed me off a little bit. Because I got there, and no one was there. Guys, I don't mind it if you can't come, but would you tell me, please? Other than that, today was rather boring. I cleaned my room, because it was crazier than Tartarus. And I know, because I was there. Then I took a shower and watched The Lion King. I intended to watch Aladdin, but I when I put it in there was a commercial for The Lion King, and I was like, "OH! I want to watch THAT." So I did. And now, I'm getting ready for the Homecoming dance, which is tonight. At the Hard Rock. God, I love our school. I'm going with a bunch of friends, seeing as I am eternally dateless. Not that I mind, because I'd much rather have a girl's night out.
Friends are forever, boys are whatever.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thing I've Learned #12: I Am In Need of a Gay Best Friend
There are no hot guys at my school. It's utterly unfair. Some are sort of cute, but none of the guys I know, of course. My classes are full of jerks or nerds. Not that I mind nerds. In fact, I rather like them. They just aren't cute. Well some of them are, but the ones in my school aren't. Why bring this up? Glee was on last night, and since we TiVo it, I just got around to watching it tonight. :D If Kurt was not gay, I would marry him. As is, I'd be fine with being his best friend. As long as I could borrow his clothes. Lord I need a gay best friend. Seriously. I hear they make wicked shopping buddies.
I had riding lesson today, and my pony was awesome. I'm so proud of him; he's getting over his irrational fear of jumps. But he's still terrified of Judy's chicken. None the less, I am filled with a healthy amount of apprehension about taking him to an away show next month. Eep! He could win, you know, because he's wicked fast. He's just...terrified of everything. It's actually quite funny. Well, sometimes. His freak outs get old really fast.
I finally talked to McKenzie today. I suppose ranted at is probably a more accurate verb. She actually asked me to tell her about my story. Bad idea, my dear. I think we talked for two hours, and I only told her the basics. I'm such a doting mother.
I have lost all respect for my APUSH teacher, Mr. Lange. He doesn't know what Yu-Gi-Oh is.
I had riding lesson today, and my pony was awesome. I'm so proud of him; he's getting over his irrational fear of jumps. But he's still terrified of Judy's chicken. None the less, I am filled with a healthy amount of apprehension about taking him to an away show next month. Eep! He could win, you know, because he's wicked fast. He's just...terrified of everything. It's actually quite funny. Well, sometimes. His freak outs get old really fast.
I finally talked to McKenzie today. I suppose ranted at is probably a more accurate verb. She actually asked me to tell her about my story. Bad idea, my dear. I think we talked for two hours, and I only told her the basics. I'm such a doting mother.
I have lost all respect for my APUSH teacher, Mr. Lange. He doesn't know what Yu-Gi-Oh is.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Thing I've Learned #11: I Am Secretly Six Years Old
I love Wednesdays because we get out of school an hour early. I'm not sure why, but we do. And I got out even earlier today because I had a doctor's appointment. Which I did not love, because I got a shot. But I got to read for quite a while because we waited forever.
Then we bought toys. I'm not even kidding. I needed a pair of black hose for homecoming this weekend, so we went to k-mart. I perused the aisle of clearance toys, and a Christmas-shopping-for-younger-cousins-spree ensued. I haven't had that much fun in ages. I am definitely six on the inside. I'm going to try to convince my mom to let me keep the Batcycle. And the playmobile viking fort. Awesome.
Then came Target, where I bought a lot of purple plaid. I got a pair of pajama shorts, which are purple plaid. And then...I found purple plaid duct tape. I tossed a roll in the cart. Mom said, "What are you going to use that for?" I said, "I don't know, but I NEED it."
We spent forever at a really slow restaurant, stopped by Kohls and the Walmart grocery store, then went by Sarah's so my mom could order some of her little sister's cookie dough. I acquired a catalogue full of win while I was there. And I literally mean full of win. It's pretty much a medieval clothing catalogue. I think I died of sheer awesome when I cracked it open!
So, all things considered, today: good. Math test tomorrow: bad. Arm hurting from the shot: bad. Tomorrow being Thursday: really bad.
Then we bought toys. I'm not even kidding. I needed a pair of black hose for homecoming this weekend, so we went to k-mart. I perused the aisle of clearance toys, and a Christmas-shopping-for-younger-cousins-spree ensued. I haven't had that much fun in ages. I am definitely six on the inside. I'm going to try to convince my mom to let me keep the Batcycle. And the playmobile viking fort. Awesome.
Then came Target, where I bought a lot of purple plaid. I got a pair of pajama shorts, which are purple plaid. And then...I found purple plaid duct tape. I tossed a roll in the cart. Mom said, "What are you going to use that for?" I said, "I don't know, but I NEED it."
We spent forever at a really slow restaurant, stopped by Kohls and the Walmart grocery store, then went by Sarah's so my mom could order some of her little sister's cookie dough. I acquired a catalogue full of win while I was there. And I literally mean full of win. It's pretty much a medieval clothing catalogue. I think I died of sheer awesome when I cracked it open!
So, all things considered, today: good. Math test tomorrow: bad. Arm hurting from the shot: bad. Tomorrow being Thursday: really bad.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thing I've Learned #10: My Mother Drives The Yeti
So I drove home from the barn today. I hate driving. Especially in traffic. Every time a car passes me or pulls up behind me I start chanting "Don't touch me don't touch me don't touch me..." in my head. Seriously, driving scares the pee out of me. I'm deathly afraid of being in an accident. Even more so now that five people I know have been in an accident in the past two weeks, and my mother and I were almost part of one twice. Supplementing this fear is the fact that I've had nightmares about driving ever since I was little. I had one last night, actually. A cop tried to shoot me because I parked in the wrong space. It was terrifying.
But that is not what I have learned today. My mother's car is a beast. Not beast, A beast. It's a Mazda cx-9 affectionately referred to as the Momzda. That is not what I drive. I drive her old car, a Subaru outback. Anyway, I walked by the white monstrosity in the garage today, and patted it absentmindedly, calling it "the white beast." It occurred to me that a name like that makes it a Yeti of sorts. It has now been dubbed "Snowbeast."
My poor little Subaru does not have a name.
In other news, I get to rant about my characters now, because one of them just got a name today, and that excites me. Allow me to explain a little something first: when the concept of a character is first born, a name is not necessarily attached. Characters choose their own name in time; this is a process that cannot be rushed. Which, let me tell you, is quite annoying as a writer. But it is what it is, and a character's name being discovered is a cause for much celebration amongst writerly friends. Back to said character. He decided his name is Desirata de le Mar, and he is an obnoxious bitch. I know its kind of a strange and girly name, but that's why I like it. You hear it and you think, "Come on, no one is ACTUALLY named that." He's a minor character who's sole purpose in the story (and perhaps in his entire life) is to antagonize Ciro, my nobleman main character, and torment Ciro's servant/best friend/ex-whore, Ha'ri. And to throw temper tantrums. You can't have an obnoxious, bitchy nobleman who doesn't throw temper tantrums. It's unheard of. You know, Desirata is starting to remind me of Saith a bit. This frightens me in a not altogether unpleasant way. Saith, by the way, is a character from a different story who's sole purpose is to cause trouble, look sexy, act bitchy, and provide an "creative outlet" for Donae's sexual frustration.
Oh lord. I just read that last sentence and it sounds like the back of a slutty romance novel! I should go die now. But it's not my fault that Donae and Saith happen to be the two sluttiest characters in that particular story. Actually, you know, they're pretty much my two sluttiest characters ever. (Especially Donae.) But it's not my fault! Donae is the demon of lust. And Saith, being demon of envy, just wants what 'Nae has and is therefore a sycophant. I plead not guilty! Not guilty!
But back to Desirata. As Sarah said once, "Come to the dark side, we have power, sex, and eternal glory." Which is not completely true, considering the third item is often reserved for the hero that defeats said convert to the dark side, but it's an excellent phrase nonetheless. Des certainly has the first two. Maybe he's a prince? I'm not sure. He's certainly an aristocrat, and possibly Spitalian. Which is Spanish and Italian, for those of you who are slow like me. Cesare Borgia is Spitalian too, but I'll save that historical/fangirl rant for another day. :D Right, we're talking about my characters, right! Haha. Well, Des has black hair pulled back in a ponytail and green eyes, he's pretty, but he's got a mean look to him too, if those two things can go together. It irks me, how well I can see my word children in my head, but how bad I am at describing them. It now occurs to me that I've been rambling. A summary: Desirata is a nobleman. He is a snotty bastard. He is also very beautiful but an utter ass. He like to beat up my main character, which makes him the bad guy. Well, that got a lot more accomplished a lot quicker. I apologize for my pointless and slightly idiotic rant.
A final note: we were suppose to record ourselves more in Chinese today. My group drew zombies and dinosaurs on a piece of paper.
But that is not what I have learned today. My mother's car is a beast. Not beast, A beast. It's a Mazda cx-9 affectionately referred to as the Momzda. That is not what I drive. I drive her old car, a Subaru outback. Anyway, I walked by the white monstrosity in the garage today, and patted it absentmindedly, calling it "the white beast." It occurred to me that a name like that makes it a Yeti of sorts. It has now been dubbed "Snowbeast."
My poor little Subaru does not have a name.
In other news, I get to rant about my characters now, because one of them just got a name today, and that excites me. Allow me to explain a little something first: when the concept of a character is first born, a name is not necessarily attached. Characters choose their own name in time; this is a process that cannot be rushed. Which, let me tell you, is quite annoying as a writer. But it is what it is, and a character's name being discovered is a cause for much celebration amongst writerly friends. Back to said character. He decided his name is Desirata de le Mar, and he is an obnoxious bitch. I know its kind of a strange and girly name, but that's why I like it. You hear it and you think, "Come on, no one is ACTUALLY named that." He's a minor character who's sole purpose in the story (and perhaps in his entire life) is to antagonize Ciro, my nobleman main character, and torment Ciro's servant/best friend/ex-whore, Ha'ri. And to throw temper tantrums. You can't have an obnoxious, bitchy nobleman who doesn't throw temper tantrums. It's unheard of. You know, Desirata is starting to remind me of Saith a bit. This frightens me in a not altogether unpleasant way. Saith, by the way, is a character from a different story who's sole purpose is to cause trouble, look sexy, act bitchy, and provide an "creative outlet" for Donae's sexual frustration.
Oh lord. I just read that last sentence and it sounds like the back of a slutty romance novel! I should go die now. But it's not my fault that Donae and Saith happen to be the two sluttiest characters in that particular story. Actually, you know, they're pretty much my two sluttiest characters ever. (Especially Donae.) But it's not my fault! Donae is the demon of lust. And Saith, being demon of envy, just wants what 'Nae has and is therefore a sycophant. I plead not guilty! Not guilty!
But back to Desirata. As Sarah said once, "Come to the dark side, we have power, sex, and eternal glory." Which is not completely true, considering the third item is often reserved for the hero that defeats said convert to the dark side, but it's an excellent phrase nonetheless. Des certainly has the first two. Maybe he's a prince? I'm not sure. He's certainly an aristocrat, and possibly Spitalian. Which is Spanish and Italian, for those of you who are slow like me. Cesare Borgia is Spitalian too, but I'll save that historical/fangirl rant for another day. :D Right, we're talking about my characters, right! Haha. Well, Des has black hair pulled back in a ponytail and green eyes, he's pretty, but he's got a mean look to him too, if those two things can go together. It irks me, how well I can see my word children in my head, but how bad I am at describing them. It now occurs to me that I've been rambling. A summary: Desirata is a nobleman. He is a snotty bastard. He is also very beautiful but an utter ass. He like to beat up my main character, which makes him the bad guy. Well, that got a lot more accomplished a lot quicker. I apologize for my pointless and slightly idiotic rant.
A final note: we were suppose to record ourselves more in Chinese today. My group drew zombies and dinosaurs on a piece of paper.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thing I've Learned #9: Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr May or May Not Have Had a "Thing"
Funny story behind that, see. Generally, I love my APUSH class. Not because I love the work or the lessons, oh no, but because that class is my comic relief. Mr. Lange is awesome, for one, and we have a bunch of idiots in our class, two. We were talking about the post-Revolutionary period today; namely Jefferson being elected president, and something concerning Aaron Burr. I don't remember. I was laughing too hard, and the reason is this: Mr. Lange was saying something about how Hamilton was turning somebody against Burr for some reason or another, and he said "Yeah, they had a bit of a thing for several months." To which half the class, myself included, replied, "A thing?" in a suggestive tone of voice. "Not a sexual thing," Mr. Lange assured us, "They just didn't get along." Sure, Mr. Lange, sure. I personally choose to believe OTHERWISE.
Today I heard that indigo has been removed from the light spectrum. First Pluto, my favorite planet, and now indigo, my favorite color! I don't what to believe! Has my whole life been a lie?! NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE! The only bright side to this being when I'm an 80 year old grandma I can say to my little grand kids, "You know children, when I was your age, Pluto was a planet!"
On the unfried side of today, I have made up my mind that my father is definitely the reincarnation of John Adams, and not an alien as I had previously believed. In Chinese today we had to get in groups and record ourselves reading and translating a passage. It was very exciting; we got to use an ancient cassette player. Caelin was in my group, and when we hit record he began to say the lesson number we were working on, and list all of our names. I leaned forward and roared into the cassette player. I win. This evening we had a choir rehearsal thing, and I got to hang out with my buddy, Nairely, who I rarely see during school. After the rehearsal, she ran down one of the aisles in the auditorium, screaming "THIS IS SPARTA!" at the top of her lungs. I was reminded as to why I love her so much.
Is it really still only Monday? I swear it feels like half the week has already gone by, only it hasn't. I hate Mondays.
Today I heard that indigo has been removed from the light spectrum. First Pluto, my favorite planet, and now indigo, my favorite color! I don't what to believe! Has my whole life been a lie?! NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE! The only bright side to this being when I'm an 80 year old grandma I can say to my little grand kids, "You know children, when I was your age, Pluto was a planet!"
On the unfried side of today, I have made up my mind that my father is definitely the reincarnation of John Adams, and not an alien as I had previously believed. In Chinese today we had to get in groups and record ourselves reading and translating a passage. It was very exciting; we got to use an ancient cassette player. Caelin was in my group, and when we hit record he began to say the lesson number we were working on, and list all of our names. I leaned forward and roared into the cassette player. I win. This evening we had a choir rehearsal thing, and I got to hang out with my buddy, Nairely, who I rarely see during school. After the rehearsal, she ran down one of the aisles in the auditorium, screaming "THIS IS SPARTA!" at the top of her lungs. I was reminded as to why I love her so much.
Is it really still only Monday? I swear it feels like half the week has already gone by, only it hasn't. I hate Mondays.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thing I've Learned #8: Never Do Today What You Can Put Off Until Tomorrw
I'll be the first to admit it: I'm a procrastinator. I had a good amount of APUSH homework assigned, like, Thursday, and waited to do it all until today.
I am pleased with my decision.
I spent what, two, three hours on homework, and got to do a bunch of awesome procrastinator stuff as well. Like read through a three inch high stack of papers, most of them being rather interesting and generally terrible stories I wrote in...oh, seventh grade or so. I got quite a kick out of them. You see, I have this terrible habit (had, more accurately, I kicked it last November) of starting stories somewhere vaguely in the middle and writing them in bits and pieces, scene by scene. So most of these papers were...pieces of a puzzle, so to speak. And I have no idea anymore of what the entire puzzle was supposed to look like. It's really kind of sad, when you think about it. I had a bunch of really awesome ideas, I'm sure. Anyway, aside from exploring the 3/5 of a dead rain forest, I read a bit, Facebooked, stared at the wall...went and rode my horse... He was really, really good today, in case anyone cares. And when I got home I took a shower and watched Sinbad. I adore that movie. When I was about 11, that, along with Spirit and Ice Age, was my favorite movie in the world. McKenzie and I watched them to death. And as you have probably guessed, I still watch them. Frequently. A week or so ago, I don't remember why, but I got the urge to watch Sinbad. Finally got around to it today. Best movie ever. Seriously. Eris is my hero. I mean, really. I could be the Goddess of Chaos. My room is practically Tartarus already. And you know what, hell with Sinbad. Proteus is such a nice guy. I don't know what Marina was thinking, dumping him. I'd rather have a prince than a thief any day. But you know, that could be my attraction to British accents. Or my prejudice against Brad Pitt. Either way, Proteus is definitely more awesome in my eyes. But you know what my favorite thing about that movie is? The random adult humor that 11 year olds don't get. Every time, and I literally mean every time I watch that movie, I understand or notice a reference I didn't get last time. Animated movies may be childish, but I swear they're made for the grown-ups that have to watch them with their kids a million times.
And you know what? In spite of all that procrastination, I still got my homework done. Take that, mom.
I am pleased with my decision.
I spent what, two, three hours on homework, and got to do a bunch of awesome procrastinator stuff as well. Like read through a three inch high stack of papers, most of them being rather interesting and generally terrible stories I wrote in...oh, seventh grade or so. I got quite a kick out of them. You see, I have this terrible habit (had, more accurately, I kicked it last November) of starting stories somewhere vaguely in the middle and writing them in bits and pieces, scene by scene. So most of these papers were...pieces of a puzzle, so to speak. And I have no idea anymore of what the entire puzzle was supposed to look like. It's really kind of sad, when you think about it. I had a bunch of really awesome ideas, I'm sure. Anyway, aside from exploring the 3/5 of a dead rain forest, I read a bit, Facebooked, stared at the wall...went and rode my horse... He was really, really good today, in case anyone cares. And when I got home I took a shower and watched Sinbad. I adore that movie. When I was about 11, that, along with Spirit and Ice Age, was my favorite movie in the world. McKenzie and I watched them to death. And as you have probably guessed, I still watch them. Frequently. A week or so ago, I don't remember why, but I got the urge to watch Sinbad. Finally got around to it today. Best movie ever. Seriously. Eris is my hero. I mean, really. I could be the Goddess of Chaos. My room is practically Tartarus already. And you know what, hell with Sinbad. Proteus is such a nice guy. I don't know what Marina was thinking, dumping him. I'd rather have a prince than a thief any day. But you know, that could be my attraction to British accents. Or my prejudice against Brad Pitt. Either way, Proteus is definitely more awesome in my eyes. But you know what my favorite thing about that movie is? The random adult humor that 11 year olds don't get. Every time, and I literally mean every time I watch that movie, I understand or notice a reference I didn't get last time. Animated movies may be childish, but I swear they're made for the grown-ups that have to watch them with their kids a million times.
And you know what? In spite of all that procrastination, I still got my homework done. Take that, mom.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thing I've Learned #7: September is a Fairly Useless Month
Today was EB's birthday party, despite the fact that her actual birthday was the end of August. Sarah got her a NaNoWriMo noveling kit thingy, which got me thinking about November again. My opinion is this: September should be skipped. We should have gone straight to October after August. Then it would almost be November! I'm dying to write my novel! To put it simply, it's pretty much a bunch of hot guys making out. But that makes it sound shallow and slutty, and it isn't, really! Whatever, I'm itching to get it on paper.
Speaking of EB's party, it was pretty much sheer awesome. We went to Arabian Nights, which if you don't know is a dinner show where you watch a bunch of pretty horses do cool stuff. At one point there was a chariot race, and oh lord, EB and I were pretty much the loudest people on our side of the arena. They split the audience into sides, one for each chariot racer, and the other team's guy was named Brutus. EB and I were practically jumping up and down screaming "CAESAR KILLER! CAESAR KILLER!" at the top of our lungs. And they played music from Ben Hur, which excited me. EB, Emily, Sarah, Liz, and I all squeezed into EB's sister's car for the ride there and back. Everyone else rode with EB's mom. That was easily the most epic car ride of my life. We listened to loud music, and on the way back we played a rather interesting version of I'm Going on a Picnic. You know, the game where you say "I'm going on a picnic and I'm going to bring..." and then you take turns saying things in alphabetical order and you have to repeat everything the last person said. So, for example, "I'm going on a picnic and I'm bringing apples." And the next person would say "I'm going on a picnic and I'm going to bring apples and bananas." And so on and so forth. I mentioned that I had played "I'm going to Middle Earth and I'm going to bring..." with Hannah, where we could only say things out of Lord of the Rings. We decided to play "I'm Going to Hogwarts" on the way home. It. Was. Awesome.
Once we got to EB's house we played a bunch of silly games outside, like Ninja and Bang and Duck, Duck, Goose. Which ending up being more of a Duck, Duck, CAR! because we played in the middle of the road. Mostly because we didn't have anywhere else big enough for all of us to stand in a circle, but I like to think it's because we all like to live life on the edge.
Is September over yet?! WAAAAKE ME UUUUP, WHEN SEPTEMBER EEEEEENNNDS!
Speaking of EB's party, it was pretty much sheer awesome. We went to Arabian Nights, which if you don't know is a dinner show where you watch a bunch of pretty horses do cool stuff. At one point there was a chariot race, and oh lord, EB and I were pretty much the loudest people on our side of the arena. They split the audience into sides, one for each chariot racer, and the other team's guy was named Brutus. EB and I were practically jumping up and down screaming "CAESAR KILLER! CAESAR KILLER!" at the top of our lungs. And they played music from Ben Hur, which excited me. EB, Emily, Sarah, Liz, and I all squeezed into EB's sister's car for the ride there and back. Everyone else rode with EB's mom. That was easily the most epic car ride of my life. We listened to loud music, and on the way back we played a rather interesting version of I'm Going on a Picnic. You know, the game where you say "I'm going on a picnic and I'm going to bring..." and then you take turns saying things in alphabetical order and you have to repeat everything the last person said. So, for example, "I'm going on a picnic and I'm bringing apples." And the next person would say "I'm going on a picnic and I'm going to bring apples and bananas." And so on and so forth. I mentioned that I had played "I'm going to Middle Earth and I'm going to bring..." with Hannah, where we could only say things out of Lord of the Rings. We decided to play "I'm Going to Hogwarts" on the way home. It. Was. Awesome.
Once we got to EB's house we played a bunch of silly games outside, like Ninja and Bang and Duck, Duck, Goose. Which ending up being more of a Duck, Duck, CAR! because we played in the middle of the road. Mostly because we didn't have anywhere else big enough for all of us to stand in a circle, but I like to think it's because we all like to live life on the edge.
Is September over yet?! WAAAAKE ME UUUUP, WHEN SEPTEMBER EEEEEENNNDS!
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