Weakness is being anything less than original.
I know several of my friends, who- unlike me- do not live by these words. They are the ones who gleefully enthuse about their love of those gangly four-legged beasts we call horses. Don't get me wrong- horses are beautiful and intelligent like all of Jehovah's creation- but to conform to the norm and call them my favorite animal? I say NAY.
But I do love one type of horse. My dad owns one. Its black, slender, sleek and fast. When I ride it, I feel powerful. The only flaw in this horse is the fact that is quite gassy. We call it... 'Vee Tee Ex' ☺
When my dad replenished his motorcycle liscense last summer and bought a beast, I was beside myself with joy. The first thing we did was jump on and head for Loomis. I had limited experience on bikes, and had only been on one a few months previous with Nita. But, let me tell you, I absolutely loved it. There's just something about motorcycles that makes you feel strong, y'know? It makes you feel fearless and wild. I was quickly addicted to the adventure.
Well, that was last summer. We had to store ol' VTX for the winter so it didn't get ruined. I was missing the steel beast when suddenly It appeared again this week in our driveway. Over the winter, I'd been trying to work on my 'biker image' so to speak. One thing every biker girl should own is a pair of some seriously awesome boots. And, thanks to my wonderful aunt Chanelle, I am owner to a pair of scuffed up leather biker boots. It makes a girl proud.
Sadly, my daddy has yet to let me ride on the bike yet. He is working a lot. But every time I look out at the Steel Horse, arrayed in all its shining glory, I eagerly look forward to feeling that wind, experiencing that high. It also makes me look forward to the day when I'll have my own steel horse. That day in mind, bikers ready yourselves. I'm going to own that road fearlessly, so you better watch yourselves.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Pining Away
I like reading. It's always been a favored pastime, whether in the bath, enduring long car trips, or just putting off homework (which is usually the case). When I open up a book, I find myself becoming the main character. It's nice to get away to a different, more exciting life for while sometimes.
For the past couple days I've been reading the 'Poseur' series. 'Poseur' is a series about 4 girls who start up a fashion line in school, make friends with each other, and endure their junior year together. There's Melissa Moon- who is an egotistical, ambitious, glamorous diva, Petra Greene, an eco-friendly hippie who's blessed with gorgeous looks. Charlotte Beverwil- a petite french girl who's refined, calm appearance barely covers the sassy, bold inside. And Janie Farrish, the timid, low esteemed girl who's never been in the popular crowd.
I've just finished book #3 today, and I started #4, but stopped when the tragic parting of gorgeous surfer Evan Beverwil and Janie Farrish. Yes, I admit, I have caught the age-old malady of 'Falling-in-love-with-the-male-lead' itis. You have no idea the amount of pain one goes through when the break-ups happen. If only you could see me... clutching the book with the vehemence of a crazy person, making sob sounds and digging my head into Philipe (my new, nearly five foot tall teddy bear).
But anyhow, I try to direct my thoughts in other directions so I don't become depressed. Ack, it took me three hours to feel even slightly better after I set down the book.
But, on less pathetic matters....
I deleted my Facebook account!
Yes, this was a pat-on-the-back accomplishment for me, having been one of those obsessive-compulsive status updater's. But I mean, how was I to know that you weren't supposed to inform everyone the details of your lunch, the amount of time it took you to clean your room, or the brand of laundry detergent I use? Nevertheless, I'm glad to be rid of the distraction. It will be amazing to finally learn guitar this summer.
I hope my parents have bought their ear plugs- Cuz I'm about to get STRUMMIN'!
For the past couple days I've been reading the 'Poseur' series. 'Poseur' is a series about 4 girls who start up a fashion line in school, make friends with each other, and endure their junior year together. There's Melissa Moon- who is an egotistical, ambitious, glamorous diva, Petra Greene, an eco-friendly hippie who's blessed with gorgeous looks. Charlotte Beverwil- a petite french girl who's refined, calm appearance barely covers the sassy, bold inside. And Janie Farrish, the timid, low esteemed girl who's never been in the popular crowd.
I've just finished book #3 today, and I started #4, but stopped when the tragic parting of gorgeous surfer Evan Beverwil and Janie Farrish. Yes, I admit, I have caught the age-old malady of 'Falling-in-love-with-the-male-lead' itis. You have no idea the amount of pain one goes through when the break-ups happen. If only you could see me... clutching the book with the vehemence of a crazy person, making sob sounds and digging my head into Philipe (my new, nearly five foot tall teddy bear).
But anyhow, I try to direct my thoughts in other directions so I don't become depressed. Ack, it took me three hours to feel even slightly better after I set down the book.
But, on less pathetic matters....
I deleted my Facebook account!
Yes, this was a pat-on-the-back accomplishment for me, having been one of those obsessive-compulsive status updater's. But I mean, how was I to know that you weren't supposed to inform everyone the details of your lunch, the amount of time it took you to clean your room, or the brand of laundry detergent I use? Nevertheless, I'm glad to be rid of the distraction. It will be amazing to finally learn guitar this summer.
I hope my parents have bought their ear plugs- Cuz I'm about to get STRUMMIN'!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
An Effort to Carpe` Diem
Tonasket life. Slow and tortoise like... as always. As of recently I've made several attempts to liven up the less-than-exciting atmosphere that always takes place in the spring time, when its still too cold to go swimming, but its not anywhere near cold enough for snow. This is typically the time when my parents get the idea for us kids to do something 'mind enriching'. This usually leads to the deprivation of our electronic media, followed by the eager suggestion for us to go outside and 'do something'.
"It's such a beautiful day," My mom remarks. "You kids should really go out and play".
Cue the awkward glance exchange and the chorus of protests.
We did, however, manage to find a pastime that was suitably enriching. On hotter days we usually make a trip down to the Tonasket Skate Park, where we show up armed with bikes, scooters, and skateboards. Only having recently earned the status of skateboard owner, I've been trying to conquer the four-wheeled beast- only to fail as of yet.
There's a rather large (in my eyes, at least) decline in the skate park where I've got to learn to ride down.
"Just stand straight and ride," Jesse says like I'm being overly cautious. In my minds eye, I can't picture any way that this turns out without pain. As I make my best effort to emulate Tony Hawk, my greatest suspicions are confirmed and I land right on my bum.
In another attempt to bring excitement to the Rainey household, I hosted a sleepover for a few of my closest friends. Among them, my cousins from the coast- Keliana and Akela. Before the other guests arrived, Nanner and I filled up an entire pack of water balloons and sneakily hid them in the yard. Visions of surprised faces entered my mind, and I smugly grinned to myself.
When the girls arrived we all gravitated towards the trampoline. About halfway through a game of 'Dead Man' (where some argued the game should be called 'Dead Woman', due to the circumstances) I excused myself to the bathroom and took a fat water balloon from the bucket. Trudging back to the trampoline, I watched them gleefully play,and I was ever more ready to surprise them with the WMD's I'd devoted more than an hour to. However, when I threw the first one, the unsuspecting victim (who happened to be Raine) was not met with a watery fate, as I'd hoped. Instead, the alleged weapon smacked her right in the kisser and bounced innocently to the ground before deciding to break harmlessly on the ground. A red welt appeared on my cousin's pale cheek, and instead of gleefully cackling I was apologizing sincerely while she resisted the urge to sock me in the face.
Since my tries at fun turned out to be failures, I pretty much gave up the idea that I could do anything fun without hurting someone. But when I learned we'd be playing tennis at Friday school, it sounded like a welcome break from gray monotony. Armed with a tennis racket, I pushed away my past conclusions and tried to have a positive outlook on the afternoon.
I should have known something would go wrong. For reasons that are beyond me, halfway through a game with one of my classmates, I suddenly had the urge to try hurdling the tennis net.
My attempt was sucess, and this emboldened me. I felt powerful. Minutes later, when I was playing tennis with Connor and Adam, a few of my guy friends, I decided to demonstrate my bunny-like agility. I waited for an insult to be slung my way in the ocnstant back-and-forth banter, and then I took off towards the net.
Seconds later I cradled my heel, wincing in pain and trying to laugh it off with them.
Which is why I'm now sporting an ACE bandange and limping around on crutches till the sprain heels.
Maybe I inherited my mom's clumsiness, or maybe I'm just plain unlucky, but I've found that if I want to do anything that sounds remotely fun to me, something has to pay.
"It's such a beautiful day," My mom remarks. "You kids should really go out and play".
Cue the awkward glance exchange and the chorus of protests.
We did, however, manage to find a pastime that was suitably enriching. On hotter days we usually make a trip down to the Tonasket Skate Park, where we show up armed with bikes, scooters, and skateboards. Only having recently earned the status of skateboard owner, I've been trying to conquer the four-wheeled beast- only to fail as of yet.
There's a rather large (in my eyes, at least) decline in the skate park where I've got to learn to ride down.
"Just stand straight and ride," Jesse says like I'm being overly cautious. In my minds eye, I can't picture any way that this turns out without pain. As I make my best effort to emulate Tony Hawk, my greatest suspicions are confirmed and I land right on my bum.
In another attempt to bring excitement to the Rainey household, I hosted a sleepover for a few of my closest friends. Among them, my cousins from the coast- Keliana and Akela. Before the other guests arrived, Nanner and I filled up an entire pack of water balloons and sneakily hid them in the yard. Visions of surprised faces entered my mind, and I smugly grinned to myself.
When the girls arrived we all gravitated towards the trampoline. About halfway through a game of 'Dead Man' (where some argued the game should be called 'Dead Woman', due to the circumstances) I excused myself to the bathroom and took a fat water balloon from the bucket. Trudging back to the trampoline, I watched them gleefully play,and I was ever more ready to surprise them with the WMD's I'd devoted more than an hour to. However, when I threw the first one, the unsuspecting victim (who happened to be Raine) was not met with a watery fate, as I'd hoped. Instead, the alleged weapon smacked her right in the kisser and bounced innocently to the ground before deciding to break harmlessly on the ground. A red welt appeared on my cousin's pale cheek, and instead of gleefully cackling I was apologizing sincerely while she resisted the urge to sock me in the face.
Since my tries at fun turned out to be failures, I pretty much gave up the idea that I could do anything fun without hurting someone. But when I learned we'd be playing tennis at Friday school, it sounded like a welcome break from gray monotony. Armed with a tennis racket, I pushed away my past conclusions and tried to have a positive outlook on the afternoon.
I should have known something would go wrong. For reasons that are beyond me, halfway through a game with one of my classmates, I suddenly had the urge to try hurdling the tennis net.
My attempt was sucess, and this emboldened me. I felt powerful. Minutes later, when I was playing tennis with Connor and Adam, a few of my guy friends, I decided to demonstrate my bunny-like agility. I waited for an insult to be slung my way in the ocnstant back-and-forth banter, and then I took off towards the net.
Seconds later I cradled my heel, wincing in pain and trying to laugh it off with them.
Which is why I'm now sporting an ACE bandange and limping around on crutches till the sprain heels.
Maybe I inherited my mom's clumsiness, or maybe I'm just plain unlucky, but I've found that if I want to do anything that sounds remotely fun to me, something has to pay.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
My Songs of This Month
Hey, Soul Sister by Train
Jesse's Girl- Glee Cast
Animal- Neon Trees
Alice- Avril Lavign
If This Were a Movie- Taylor Swift
Gives You Hell- All American Rejects
I'm Yours (remix)- Jason Mraz
Holiday- Green Day
Rhythm of Love- Plain White Ts
Fergalicious- Fergie
Already Gone- Kellie Clarkson
Pour Some Sugar on Me- Def Leppard
Untouchable- Taylor Swift
Jesse's Girl- Glee Cast
Animal- Neon Trees
Alice- Avril Lavign
If This Were a Movie- Taylor Swift
Gives You Hell- All American Rejects
I'm Yours (remix)- Jason Mraz
Holiday- Green Day
Rhythm of Love- Plain White Ts
Fergalicious- Fergie
Already Gone- Kellie Clarkson
Pour Some Sugar on Me- Def Leppard
Untouchable- Taylor Swift
Ketchup!
A family of tomatoes was walking along, when the little girl tomato fell behind. The mom turned around and shouted "KETCHUP!"
(cue laughter)
Hey! It's been a while since I really blogged, so I must 'ketchup' (har har). We got back from our Las Vegas trip this Sunday. It was great! We went through Idaho, into Montana, down through Wyoming, into Colorado, over into New Mexico, over to Arizona (grand canyon), up into Nevada (Sin City) and back through Oregon then back to Washington. All in two weeks! I was ready to get out of the car. The funny thing is that next week I have another trip to go on, so I'll be climbing back into the car anyway.
I spent this morning catching up on homework (urghhh). Raine went to Comi-con (is that how its spelled?) and brought me a roller derby poster! I used it to add to the ever growing number of posters and whatnot on my wall.
On Tuesday I woke up with a high fever. Whoppee. I guess that was Tonasket saying 'Welcome Home.' Its gone today, though, thank gosh. I just got out of my PJ's for the first time in two days a couple hours ago.
So that's whats been happening to me. Riveting, simply riveting. ;)
(cue laughter)
Hey! It's been a while since I really blogged, so I must 'ketchup' (har har). We got back from our Las Vegas trip this Sunday. It was great! We went through Idaho, into Montana, down through Wyoming, into Colorado, over into New Mexico, over to Arizona (grand canyon), up into Nevada (Sin City) and back through Oregon then back to Washington. All in two weeks! I was ready to get out of the car. The funny thing is that next week I have another trip to go on, so I'll be climbing back into the car anyway.
I spent this morning catching up on homework (urghhh). Raine went to Comi-con (is that how its spelled?) and brought me a roller derby poster! I used it to add to the ever growing number of posters and whatnot on my wall.
On Tuesday I woke up with a high fever. Whoppee. I guess that was Tonasket saying 'Welcome Home.' Its gone today, though, thank gosh. I just got out of my PJ's for the first time in two days a couple hours ago.
So that's whats been happening to me. Riveting, simply riveting. ;)
Friday, March 4, 2011
The Ending of the Beginning, and Vice Versa
Does anyone ever expect to be glad when vacations over? My guess is no.
But, for some reason, I am. Sure, these past two weeks have been amazing! Tons of great food, lots of good times, and plenty of pictures to document our trip. But honestly? I'm ready to go home. Take a bath in my own bathroom. Sleep in my own room. Smell something other than cigarettes and overpriced perfume.
But, for some reason, I am. Sure, these past two weeks have been amazing! Tons of great food, lots of good times, and plenty of pictures to document our trip. But honestly? I'm ready to go home. Take a bath in my own bathroom. Sleep in my own room. Smell something other than cigarettes and overpriced perfume.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Electrifying (Ee-Lek-Truh-Fy-Ing)
Okay, that was seriously awesome. Not to brag, but it was SERIOUSLY. AWESOME.
Sorry, let me explain.
Today we had to present our MAD (make a difference) video about the great pacific garbage patch (and yadda, yadda, yadda). I was FREAKING OUT inside because I had to do most of the talking but I ended up sucking it up and putting on my big girl pants. Or skinny jeans. Whatevs.
When we got to the school everyone, and I mean EVERYONE was in the gym where we were giving our presentation. My heart was beating so fast and so hard that I could hardly talk right. They were quiet while I gave my presentation, and then we showed our video.
If I hadn't messed around with the end of the video and put in 'I like Tacos' I think my presentation would have flopped. But I did. and everyone laughed and applauded. When I asked questions they were all like 'What kind of tacos do you like?'
Yes, It was electrifying! I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN!!!
Sorry, let me explain.
Today we had to present our MAD (make a difference) video about the great pacific garbage patch (and yadda, yadda, yadda). I was FREAKING OUT inside because I had to do most of the talking but I ended up sucking it up and putting on my big girl pants. Or skinny jeans. Whatevs.
When we got to the school everyone, and I mean EVERYONE was in the gym where we were giving our presentation. My heart was beating so fast and so hard that I could hardly talk right. They were quiet while I gave my presentation, and then we showed our video.
If I hadn't messed around with the end of the video and put in 'I like Tacos' I think my presentation would have flopped. But I did. and everyone laughed and applauded. When I asked questions they were all like 'What kind of tacos do you like?'
Yes, It was electrifying! I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN!!!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Chomp
And so it begins. This morning I started on the Raw Food diet. I hope I can stay on it for at least a couple months until summer. I want to have real (not invisible) abs. Okay, so I don't need to have them bulging or anything, but it would be nice if they were actually there. I just want to be teeny.
The diet involves only fruits, veggies, and nuts. I know, sounds harsh right? But there's tons of things you can do with raw food. They even have recipe books. Ever heard of Raw Chocolate Pie? Delicious. Raw pumpkin pie? Even better. Zucchini Spaghetti? Don't even get me started. They have endless recipes, and the best part is there's no calorie limit or meal limit or anything. You can eat all freakin day if you want to and its still fine.
In addition to the diet (i'm munching on baby carrots as I type) everyone in my family got a gym membership, so I'll be going there around three times a week to tone up. I want to work on arms, abs, and legs. That is most important.
Another awesome thing about the diet is that it makes you have AWESOME SKIN (something so precious in a teenagers life) and really vivid eye color, plus your hair grows all healthy and soft. So I'm definitely looking forward to the benefits of this diet. And I will stick to it, because I'm stubborn.
By this summer I will look AMAZING.
The diet involves only fruits, veggies, and nuts. I know, sounds harsh right? But there's tons of things you can do with raw food. They even have recipe books. Ever heard of Raw Chocolate Pie? Delicious. Raw pumpkin pie? Even better. Zucchini Spaghetti? Don't even get me started. They have endless recipes, and the best part is there's no calorie limit or meal limit or anything. You can eat all freakin day if you want to and its still fine.
In addition to the diet (i'm munching on baby carrots as I type) everyone in my family got a gym membership, so I'll be going there around three times a week to tone up. I want to work on arms, abs, and legs. That is most important.
Another awesome thing about the diet is that it makes you have AWESOME SKIN (something so precious in a teenagers life) and really vivid eye color, plus your hair grows all healthy and soft. So I'm definitely looking forward to the benefits of this diet. And I will stick to it, because I'm stubborn.
By this summer I will look AMAZING.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
As Good as it Gets
I guess the whole point of an online blog is to share your feelings, thoughts, daily activites... yadda, yadda, yadda. Only; what if your life isn't exactly eventful?
You want to know what I did today? It wasn't that interesting. (Well, okay maybe there was an incident in the kitchen when Dakota caught the pancake on fire but, whatever, that happens like every day). So you may read this but really, its not interesting at all. Not in the slightest. Nope.
I am currently: blogging
I am wearing: A T-shirt that used to be my dad's. And my PJ pants. Which were purchased in the Male section of Wal-Mart in Wenatchee.
I am eating: Food for thought. Do people even read my blog? Do they care?
I am drinking: Nothing. I am thirsty
I am listening to: My computer. It sounds like space ship
I am looking forward to: Four o clock. Raine comes over then.
I am not looking forward to: Math class tomorrow morning
I need to: Do more homework.
As you can see; I have nothing of interest to blog about. So you may make me feel guilty for not blogging, but the point is that I have nothing-- NOTHING-- to blog about! AHHH!
Now that I'm done having a nervous breakdown, please enjoy this image
You want to know what I did today? It wasn't that interesting. (Well, okay maybe there was an incident in the kitchen when Dakota caught the pancake on fire but, whatever, that happens like every day). So you may read this but really, its not interesting at all. Not in the slightest. Nope.
I am currently: blogging
I am wearing: A T-shirt that used to be my dad's. And my PJ pants. Which were purchased in the Male section of Wal-Mart in Wenatchee.
I am eating: Food for thought. Do people even read my blog? Do they care?
I am drinking: Nothing. I am thirsty
I am listening to: My computer. It sounds like space ship
I am looking forward to: Four o clock. Raine comes over then.
I am not looking forward to: Math class tomorrow morning
I need to: Do more homework.
As you can see; I have nothing of interest to blog about. So you may make me feel guilty for not blogging, but the point is that I have nothing-- NOTHING-- to blog about! AHHH!
Now that I'm done having a nervous breakdown, please enjoy this image
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Conquest!
Today is the day.
Indeed it is THE day- the day I will finally defeat both Aunt Paula, Jesse, AND Raine in Age of Empires. My strategy is quite simple. Only, I don't have one. That's how simple it is. But, alas, I'm determined to beat them. So instead of being crushed by seige rams in the first five minutes of the game, I can proudly declare (holding my fist in the air, of course) "VICTORY IS MINE!!! I LAUGH IN YOUR FACE, AMATURE AOE OPPONENTS! HA! HA! HA!"
And then, of course, I'll drink coffee with an enigmatic smirk on my face. Ha.
VICTORY SHALL BE MINE!!! FINALLY!!
Indeed it is THE day- the day I will finally defeat both Aunt Paula, Jesse, AND Raine in Age of Empires. My strategy is quite simple. Only, I don't have one. That's how simple it is. But, alas, I'm determined to beat them. So instead of being crushed by seige rams in the first five minutes of the game, I can proudly declare (holding my fist in the air, of course) "VICTORY IS MINE!!! I LAUGH IN YOUR FACE, AMATURE AOE OPPONENTS! HA! HA! HA!"
And then, of course, I'll drink coffee with an enigmatic smirk on my face. Ha.
VICTORY SHALL BE MINE!!! FINALLY!!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
A Girl's Job
(Please note. Some of my descriptions may be exaggerations of the truth in order to capture attention of the reader. To make that statement clearer- the guys bathroom in our house is not nearly as horrific as I made it sound. Please refrain from reading the following if you are young, elderly, or if you have just eaten.)
In the world of feminism, you have your girly-girls and your tomboys. I like to think that I'm somewhere in the gray- meaning I can play football with the guys but still be recognized as a semi-attractive female being. As of yesterday, I'm learning that I lack some of the skills that most girls have naturally. Let me elaborate.
2 p.m. I'm bored- and tired of my gross, chipped toenails. They were last painted at Shelby's house about a week ago and they were starting to look nasty. I really only wanted to remove the paint, that's all. It's certainly not rocket science- at least not to most. But there was one teeny issue- the polish remover was in the other house in the guys bathroom (it used to be the family bathroom and let's just say I haven't used polish remover in a lonnng time). No biggie- even though I wasn't particularly looking forward to trekking into the guys house. It scares me a little. I like to think that I'm not bothered by gross guy stench and mess, but it sounds about as appealing as hanging out in the woods with a bunch of those creepy red-cloaked monsters from 'The Village'. (Gee, thanks, M N Shamalan. You've ruined camping for me FOREVER!). So anyways, I put on my shoes and headed over. The other house was actually pretty clean-- but when I looked at the door to the bathroom I couldn't help but think of all those horror movies. What was lurking behind there? Sludge? Severed limbs? I expected the worse.
The light was dim and it reeked of body odor. The walls told tales of a recent crime scene- mysterious spatters of red in one spot or another. A thick layer of grime coated the sink. I inhaled deeply before entering- savoring my breath. Gingerly I moved around bottles and containers on the shelf. No polish remover. I opened the med cabinet and thoroughly searched it. Still nothing. But I did find red nail polish. A thought occurred to me. Why did I have to remove the old polish? Why not just paint over the old?
That is why ten minutes later I was safely back in my room, unscrewing the cap to the polish. Other girls made it look so easy (painting toenails, that is). But I found that as I tried to oh-so-carefully paint, the brush wouldn't agree with me. It got all over my big toe.
Cursing, I tried to wipe away the excess polish. Nothing was working. I was merely smearing it all over my foot and I was getting it on my hands too. By the time I was finally finished the toes on my left foot looked so awful that I wished I'd have never touched them.
Sigh. I guess I'm just more of a tomboy.
In the world of feminism, you have your girly-girls and your tomboys. I like to think that I'm somewhere in the gray- meaning I can play football with the guys but still be recognized as a semi-attractive female being. As of yesterday, I'm learning that I lack some of the skills that most girls have naturally. Let me elaborate.
2 p.m. I'm bored- and tired of my gross, chipped toenails. They were last painted at Shelby's house about a week ago and they were starting to look nasty. I really only wanted to remove the paint, that's all. It's certainly not rocket science- at least not to most. But there was one teeny issue- the polish remover was in the other house in the guys bathroom (it used to be the family bathroom and let's just say I haven't used polish remover in a lonnng time). No biggie- even though I wasn't particularly looking forward to trekking into the guys house. It scares me a little. I like to think that I'm not bothered by gross guy stench and mess, but it sounds about as appealing as hanging out in the woods with a bunch of those creepy red-cloaked monsters from 'The Village'. (Gee, thanks, M N Shamalan. You've ruined camping for me FOREVER!). So anyways, I put on my shoes and headed over. The other house was actually pretty clean-- but when I looked at the door to the bathroom I couldn't help but think of all those horror movies. What was lurking behind there? Sludge? Severed limbs? I expected the worse.
The light was dim and it reeked of body odor. The walls told tales of a recent crime scene- mysterious spatters of red in one spot or another. A thick layer of grime coated the sink. I inhaled deeply before entering- savoring my breath. Gingerly I moved around bottles and containers on the shelf. No polish remover. I opened the med cabinet and thoroughly searched it. Still nothing. But I did find red nail polish. A thought occurred to me. Why did I have to remove the old polish? Why not just paint over the old?
That is why ten minutes later I was safely back in my room, unscrewing the cap to the polish. Other girls made it look so easy (painting toenails, that is). But I found that as I tried to oh-so-carefully paint, the brush wouldn't agree with me. It got all over my big toe.
Cursing, I tried to wipe away the excess polish. Nothing was working. I was merely smearing it all over my foot and I was getting it on my hands too. By the time I was finally finished the toes on my left foot looked so awful that I wished I'd have never touched them.
Sigh. I guess I'm just more of a tomboy.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Looking Forward
Listening to 'King of Anything' by Sarah Barallies. It's songs like these that make me wonder how I could ever be sad. Every time I hear it, it makes me smile for some reason. Any bad mood? *poof!* gone! Did you know it takes more face muscles to frown than smile? I have made a personal resolve to continue to be happy and make others happy. Because being sad sucks!
Who cares if you disagree? You are not me. Who made you king of anything? :)
Who cares if you disagree? You are not me. Who made you king of anything? :)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Dandruff Falling From the Sky
So. It's supposed to snow like a foot tonight. Supposed. To. But is it going to? I'm tired of bogus weather predictions. They're a major bummer. And I don't like bummers. They're like cold buckets of water on happy days. So, as nasty as my description of snow is (see title of this post) I DO hope it snows. I mean, how awesome would it be to make snowmen at the skate park down town. I'll tell you the answer to that question. VERY AWESOME.
Science fair is coming up again. I asked Carol if I could do the same project as last year (Does music affect your heart rate?). She said no. Big surprise there. The problem is, the only science fair projects I'm interested in doing involve music. So why not? I mean, I didn't even get to show my science project last year because I went to Seattle the same week they gave their presentation. It's majorly lame that I can't re-do a very fun project. I even asked Carol if her answer would change in the case that I wrote an essay providing sufficient reasons why I should be able to do said science fair project (in those fancy terms, too) and she STILL said no. Psh. Teachers.
So now I sit here, disappointed and defeated, and feeling fat from all those darn Saltine crackers I ate (with butter.) And I wonder what not-so-fun project I'll be stuck with. Anyway. I guess I'll blog more LATER. For now, I just simply say; BE GONE!
Science fair is coming up again. I asked Carol if I could do the same project as last year (Does music affect your heart rate?). She said no. Big surprise there. The problem is, the only science fair projects I'm interested in doing involve music. So why not? I mean, I didn't even get to show my science project last year because I went to Seattle the same week they gave their presentation. It's majorly lame that I can't re-do a very fun project. I even asked Carol if her answer would change in the case that I wrote an essay providing sufficient reasons why I should be able to do said science fair project (in those fancy terms, too) and she STILL said no. Psh. Teachers.
So now I sit here, disappointed and defeated, and feeling fat from all those darn Saltine crackers I ate (with butter.) And I wonder what not-so-fun project I'll be stuck with. Anyway. I guess I'll blog more LATER. For now, I just simply say; BE GONE!
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