Omigosh, so my dad and I nearly died this morning. Okay, so, it rained like really hard this morning, and then it froze, so everything was covered in solid ice, including the highway. Halfway to town, where there's enormous valleys on either side of the road, my dad lost control, even though we were moving snail pace, and we started spinning on the road. We almost took a little nosedive into a huge valley, where we probably would've died, then we slid back onto our side of the road and almost took out a reflector post thingy and almost went into the ditch at the same time before we finally got back into control. From there, we went great-grandpa snail pace.
It was a late start for school, so I was going to my boyfriend's 'till 10. But as my dad went to turn onto my boyfriend's road, we spun broadside across the road, then couldn't go anywhere. His tires are bald, anyway, so that helped none. Finally, after getting straight, then flipping broadside again and sliding backwards, the tires caught hold of some non-iced over grass, and propelled us forward onto my boyfriend's road. I almost died trying to walk over his house's wooden deck, because it was covered in ice, but we all made it to our destinations safe.
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So, it's that one time of the month where a girl's hormones go totally off balance and make us irritable and completely unstable, and therefore, dangerous. The littlest things can tick us off, or make us cry so easily. It's ridiculous. It's like a monthly bipolar-ism, with the addition of killer cramps and feeling just all-around crappy.
My symptoms are so strange. Like 3 or 4 days before it hits (my friend and I call it Code Red), I pretty much feel like I'm dying of thirst for like, two days. I have to keep asking my teachers if I can go get a drink, I drink 'till I'm waterlogged, and by the time I get back to class, I'm dying of thirst again. So dumb.
Then, when the dumb thing finally does hit, the first day is filled with the worst sort of cramps. They hurt enough to make me curl up into a little ball and beg to die. Then, my body gets all achy and sore, and everything just plain sucks. The day after all the pain is usually my moodiest. That's my Angry Day. The two days following that one are my Depression Days, where I basically just wallow in self-pity and talk bad about myself. The last few days are my Annoyance Days, where I'm really getting tired of pads and tampons, and just want the dumb thing to end already.
Currently, my Angry Day is ending. Tomorrow is Depression Day Numero Uno. Yay me.
The sucky thing about your period, and I dunno if this is just me, or a lot of other girls, during the whole time, I'm completely off balance. And I mean literally. I have no hand-eye coordination, no foot-eye coordination, no hand-foot coordination... Heck, I might as well just say I have no brain-body coordination.
We had a late start today because of the freezing rain, so I went to my boyfriend's house around 7. So, as we were getting ready to go to school a few hours later, I was waiting for him to put his shoes on, and I thunked my head against one of those little singular shelf things.
Then, during Spanish class, I went to the bathroom, and ended up smucking myself in the head as I tried to close the stall door. I mean, how does that even happen?
During Drama class, me and two friends had to do a skit, and it involved one of them pulling me to the floor, put she didn't even have to pull me, I pretty much fell down all by myself and bruised my entire left elbow on the floor. (My other friend is on her period, too, and she cut and bruised her ankle up pretty bad during the same skit. Coincidence? I think not.)
Finally, I went to give a friend a ride home (the same one who smucked her ankle), and I went to get in and nearly knocked myself out when I smacked my head on the door frame.
I hate to see what's going to happen next. Right now, my right arm feels like it needs to be stretched, but it won't stretch, so now its aching. My fingers, too.
Last night, I had Dr. Pepper before bed. Baaaad idea. Remember what happened last time I had Dr. Pepper before bed? I had weird and psychotic dreams that made no sense. Well, the same happened this time, only it was all one dream, and I don't think I'm going to try and re-tell it in detail.
Long story short, in the dream, I was Columbian, and the Columbian government stole everyone's kids and tried to hide them, then me and Denzel Washington went to all these warehouses, beat the crap out of all these guards, found all the kids, then we all rallied together, stole semis and escaped. Then, apparently, I was put to death, after I had some random kid that was half cow (don't ask) and my sister (who was also Columbian in this dream) took care of him after I was put to death for defying the government. Y-eah.
Let's just say that was the crappiest night of sleep ever. I don't think I stayed in one spot for more than a minute, was half awake the entire time, and kept getting hot and cold flashes. I'd say no more Dr. Pepper before bedtime for me!
Well, I gotta go find something for Drama class tomorrow. Night, friends.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
P.S. I just ran into an open drawer in my kitchen with my hip... Ow.
P.P.S. I just realized, last time it was coffee that I drank right before bed. Just for the record, Dr. P before bed is worse... I'm just sayin'...
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A Dumb Speech Meet, Dyslexia, and 7 Months With My Best Friend
Saturday, I went to the speech meet. The night before, I changed my script, because I didn't like the one my coach suggested. The next morning, I still barely had a voice. But I was determined to get the day over with, get my NFL points, and be done with individual events for the rest of the year. I got my voice back, threw up after round two, and when the day was over, I felt like crap.
The bus stopped at the mall so we could eat. My buddy and I milled around in Hot Topic for awhile, then she bought this awesome Kingdom Hearts T-shirt at my prompting. Then, Hot Topic became our new "friend with benefits." Meaning we got this card, and when we buy something, or even come in the store, we get points that we can build up and get prizes with, and the things we buy are marked down half price with our card, and it's awesome.
Lately, I've been having a lot of issues with dyslexia. Seriously, I've been spelling crap all wrong, reading things backwards, and all that fun stuff. I have spelled the following words wrong several times already:
Friends. I spelled it firends.
Buddy. I spelled it budyy.
Speech. I spelled it sppech.
Meet. I spelled it mmet.
Round. I spelled it roudn.
Spell. I spelled it speel.
Morning. I spelled it mroning.
Get. I spelled it egt.
Read. I spelled it reda.
Poem. I spelled it peom, and epom.
Seven. I spelled it svene.
Lol. I spelled it olo
Went. I spelled it wnet.
Involve. I spelled it invovle
Homework. I spelled it homeowkr.
You get the picture. I was reading a poem the other day, and instead of reading the word thickset, I read the word thickest. I still can't get my lowercase G's and Q's right when I'm writing things down on paper. It's even worse, now.
Today, my boyfriend and I have been together seven months. He picked me up around 12:30-ish or so at my friends house, and I was still in my pj's and didn't know he was coming. I didn't have any make-up on, or my contacts in, because basically, my friend and I had just woken up lol.
We went to his house, and I took a shower, then we took a nap, and just sat around at his house. I fixed his tie-blanket, because it had come undone, so I re-tied it and double knotted it this time. Then we watched some NCIS, and finally, we went out to Subway. It couldn't have been more perfect. I love him so much.
He dropped me off at my house, and as we were saying goodbye, I suddenly had this sickening feeling that if he left right that second, which he was about to, something was going to happen on the way home. Something bad. So I stopped him, and just hugged him for a few moments longer. I nearly started crying, the feeling was so overwhelming. He heard me sniffle and asked me what was wrong, so I told him, and he said he'd be alright. Then, suddenly the feeling was gone. Well, mostly gone. He said he'd text me as soon as he got home. I prayed the entire time, until, finally, I got a text from him saying he had made it home. I was so relieved. I don't know if my feeling had been just a feeling, or if something might've actually happened if he had left just a few seconds sooner. I don't know...
I get these weird feelings sometimes. I've had them for a long time, but I never used to pay attention to them. Once, when I was still going out with my last ex, I had been talking to him on the phone, and he suddenly said he wanted to come see me. He didn't tell his rents he was leaving, and he started driving to my house. I had a bad feeling about it, but I didn't pay much attention to it. A little while later, he called, saying he had smashed into a telephone pole to avoid a deer. His car was totaled, and as my parents and I drove to go find him and call an ambulance, I remember praying for him to live.
He was dazed and a bit bloodied up with a concussion, and the whole front end of his side of the car was smashed in, but he was alright. For the longest time, I felt like it was all my fault, because I didn't pay any attention to that sick feeling I'd had.
Since then, I've been listening to them when they happen, and although I don't know if anything would've happened had I not listened, but I don't want to find out. Especially if it involves this young man I am in love with. I thank God every time He keeps my boyfriend safe on his way home.
Well, I still have some homework to do. Have a good night, my friends.
Oh, and remember that new kid at school I told you about? Quade? He left Friday morning. He had to go back to his old town, although he never said for sure why. My friend and I are sad. That kid was awesome. Well, Quade, wherever you are now, just want to let you know we miss you already. Hope you come back sometime. You got friends here.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
The bus stopped at the mall so we could eat. My buddy and I milled around in Hot Topic for awhile, then she bought this awesome Kingdom Hearts T-shirt at my prompting. Then, Hot Topic became our new "friend with benefits." Meaning we got this card, and when we buy something, or even come in the store, we get points that we can build up and get prizes with, and the things we buy are marked down half price with our card, and it's awesome.
Lately, I've been having a lot of issues with dyslexia. Seriously, I've been spelling crap all wrong, reading things backwards, and all that fun stuff. I have spelled the following words wrong several times already:
Friends. I spelled it firends.
Buddy. I spelled it budyy.
Speech. I spelled it sppech.
Meet. I spelled it mmet.
Round. I spelled it roudn.
Spell. I spelled it speel.
Morning. I spelled it mroning.
Get. I spelled it egt.
Read. I spelled it reda.
Poem. I spelled it peom, and epom.
Seven. I spelled it svene.
Lol. I spelled it olo
Went. I spelled it wnet.
Involve. I spelled it invovle
Homework. I spelled it homeowkr.
You get the picture. I was reading a poem the other day, and instead of reading the word thickset, I read the word thickest. I still can't get my lowercase G's and Q's right when I'm writing things down on paper. It's even worse, now.
Today, my boyfriend and I have been together seven months. He picked me up around 12:30-ish or so at my friends house, and I was still in my pj's and didn't know he was coming. I didn't have any make-up on, or my contacts in, because basically, my friend and I had just woken up lol.
We went to his house, and I took a shower, then we took a nap, and just sat around at his house. I fixed his tie-blanket, because it had come undone, so I re-tied it and double knotted it this time. Then we watched some NCIS, and finally, we went out to Subway. It couldn't have been more perfect. I love him so much.
He dropped me off at my house, and as we were saying goodbye, I suddenly had this sickening feeling that if he left right that second, which he was about to, something was going to happen on the way home. Something bad. So I stopped him, and just hugged him for a few moments longer. I nearly started crying, the feeling was so overwhelming. He heard me sniffle and asked me what was wrong, so I told him, and he said he'd be alright. Then, suddenly the feeling was gone. Well, mostly gone. He said he'd text me as soon as he got home. I prayed the entire time, until, finally, I got a text from him saying he had made it home. I was so relieved. I don't know if my feeling had been just a feeling, or if something might've actually happened if he had left just a few seconds sooner. I don't know...
I get these weird feelings sometimes. I've had them for a long time, but I never used to pay attention to them. Once, when I was still going out with my last ex, I had been talking to him on the phone, and he suddenly said he wanted to come see me. He didn't tell his rents he was leaving, and he started driving to my house. I had a bad feeling about it, but I didn't pay much attention to it. A little while later, he called, saying he had smashed into a telephone pole to avoid a deer. His car was totaled, and as my parents and I drove to go find him and call an ambulance, I remember praying for him to live.
He was dazed and a bit bloodied up with a concussion, and the whole front end of his side of the car was smashed in, but he was alright. For the longest time, I felt like it was all my fault, because I didn't pay any attention to that sick feeling I'd had.
Since then, I've been listening to them when they happen, and although I don't know if anything would've happened had I not listened, but I don't want to find out. Especially if it involves this young man I am in love with. I thank God every time He keeps my boyfriend safe on his way home.
Well, I still have some homework to do. Have a good night, my friends.
Oh, and remember that new kid at school I told you about? Quade? He left Friday morning. He had to go back to his old town, although he never said for sure why. My friend and I are sad. That kid was awesome. Well, Quade, wherever you are now, just want to let you know we miss you already. Hope you come back sometime. You got friends here.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Newcomers, Corrosive Dog Hair, and Knives
So, (I start almost every entry with so, don't I?) We have another new student. A sophomore, thank goodness. My junior class doesn't need anymore kids. Anyway, the kid's name is Quade. And yeah, it is spelled like that. Pretty wicked name, though, eh? Well, anywho, this Quade kid is in my Spanish 2 class, and my Drawing class (he's automatically cool because of that last one.) He's pretty quiet, but he's nice, and he's a darn good artist. He's got some pretty wicked doodles. But yeah, that's all that's new at school, basically.
Yesterday evening, I decided that Bear (you all remember him, right?) needed a facial haircut. He needs a total shave, but we don't have the tools right now, but I thought it might be nice for him if he could actually see, and be able to get a drink without soaking his entire face because of all the fur. So I went ahead and cut his face hair from about 3-4 inches, down to about half and inch or maybe a little more. He looked so much happier when I was done, and it was amazing to be able to see his eyeballs. Trust me, it's scary when you can't tell what he's staring at. But, the only problem was, I had dog hair all over me, and suddenly, it was beginning to itch. Eventually, I had little red bumps everywhere. Not to mention, Bear pawed the inner side of my upper arm and left a combo of scratches and bruises.
Now, after I had finished with Bear's face, I dumped rubbing alcohol all over these little red bumps, which immediately began burning. Imagine getting stung by a wasp, then times that by like, thirty. That's what my poor arms felt like.
Today, however, there were no bumps. No, now, magically in their places are little cuts everywhere. So, It looks like I had a fight with a thorn bush, and lost. Not only that, but for some unknown reason, my legs are super sore, like I've been exercising (which I'm ashamed to say I haven't), and my back has a gazillion knots in it that won't come out.
I seemed to have had all sorts of incidents, today. Now before I explain the "Knives" part of the title, let me start by saying I always carry with me, a small silver pocket knife. It's just a simple little thing, but I carry it for safety nonetheless. Well, today, I wore these sweatpants that tend to drop everything out of my pockets when I sit down. I knew I didn't want to put my pocketknife in there, so where did I put it? If you guessed in my bra, you're correct. But the problem was, the whole thing of putting something in your bra doesn't work all that great unless you're wearing a sports bra, which, of course, I was not.
I'm in drama class, and I trying to perform a little miming activity, when all of a sudden, my knife falls out onto the floor. Friends told me later I turned beat-red, and then my teacher (who thankfully, loves me to death) goes,"Oh, that's a cool pencil sharpener."
No, she didn't really think it was a pencil sharpener. Although, in a sense, I guess it could be. But I digress. She knew it was a knife. Mortified, I scooped it up, and like an idiot, I said,"That does not exist." Could I get any more obvious?? But my teacher said nothing, just kind of laughed. The class didn't know whether to laugh or what, so for the most part they only sort of chuckled along with my teacher, but I think majority were as shocked as I was. I told my friend to hold my "pencil sharpener", and then suddenly, I couldn't remember what I was supposed to be miming! It took me a bit to finally remember it, and by then, I was shaking so bad, I could hardly mime taking out my iPod and putting in my headphones to listen to it. That was a close call. Next time I wear sweatpants, I think I'll leave my knife in my bag. It would've been better if it had been my phone, instead...
Another close call I had (actually, it was more of a mean joke played by another teacher who likes me) was after chorus. My friend was giving me a piggyback ride. But then, she started running me into people, trash cans, walls, etc., so I wanted down. Then, when she put me down, and I started walking beside her, I brought my foot up and gave her a little sidekick in the butt. Suddenly, one of the teachers come up to me and says in a serious voice,"Alright, go to the office."
Okay, I have never been sent to the office. Ever. And I'm proud of that. So, naturally, when he said that, I nearly passed out.
What? Why?!
"That's assault. Let's go to the office, now."
But...but, she called me a whore! (This was not true, but I panicked, and that randomly popped out.)
When the teacher grabbed my arm and started leading me towards the office, I nearly started crying. I had kicked people in the butt in front of a teacher before, and they had just laughed.
Just then, my friend started laughing and pulled me back, saying,"Oh brother, Carson. Quit being so mean." And with that, my friend and I walked away towards our next class, and left our teacher behind us, smiling slyly.
I was stunned. And still almost crying. Later, my friend told me I had no color in my face for quite some time after that. And, she laughed at me, of course. It was a cruel joke, and yeah, I might sound like a wuss, but I'm telling you, after a perfect record that you care about, these things can make you cry.
In Algebra, I'm pretty sure I had some sort of tourette's attack. I kept freaking out. I randomly began kicking the leg of my desk, growling, face-planting into my book, slamming my head against my desk, punching my calculator, making weird noises, etc. Having an all-around spaz attack. It was weird.
I feel pretty normal, now, except I'm super tired, and I can't seem to be able to spell any word right the first time!!
Ugh. I hurt everywhere. I'm going to curl up on my nice warm couch (yeah, I sleep on a couch during the winter) with my nice fluffy pillow, and go to bed. Goodnight, dear friends.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Yesterday evening, I decided that Bear (you all remember him, right?) needed a facial haircut. He needs a total shave, but we don't have the tools right now, but I thought it might be nice for him if he could actually see, and be able to get a drink without soaking his entire face because of all the fur. So I went ahead and cut his face hair from about 3-4 inches, down to about half and inch or maybe a little more. He looked so much happier when I was done, and it was amazing to be able to see his eyeballs. Trust me, it's scary when you can't tell what he's staring at. But, the only problem was, I had dog hair all over me, and suddenly, it was beginning to itch. Eventually, I had little red bumps everywhere. Not to mention, Bear pawed the inner side of my upper arm and left a combo of scratches and bruises.
Now, after I had finished with Bear's face, I dumped rubbing alcohol all over these little red bumps, which immediately began burning. Imagine getting stung by a wasp, then times that by like, thirty. That's what my poor arms felt like.
Today, however, there were no bumps. No, now, magically in their places are little cuts everywhere. So, It looks like I had a fight with a thorn bush, and lost. Not only that, but for some unknown reason, my legs are super sore, like I've been exercising (which I'm ashamed to say I haven't), and my back has a gazillion knots in it that won't come out.
I seemed to have had all sorts of incidents, today. Now before I explain the "Knives" part of the title, let me start by saying I always carry with me, a small silver pocket knife. It's just a simple little thing, but I carry it for safety nonetheless. Well, today, I wore these sweatpants that tend to drop everything out of my pockets when I sit down. I knew I didn't want to put my pocketknife in there, so where did I put it? If you guessed in my bra, you're correct. But the problem was, the whole thing of putting something in your bra doesn't work all that great unless you're wearing a sports bra, which, of course, I was not.
I'm in drama class, and I trying to perform a little miming activity, when all of a sudden, my knife falls out onto the floor. Friends told me later I turned beat-red, and then my teacher (who thankfully, loves me to death) goes,"Oh, that's a cool pencil sharpener."
No, she didn't really think it was a pencil sharpener. Although, in a sense, I guess it could be. But I digress. She knew it was a knife. Mortified, I scooped it up, and like an idiot, I said,"That does not exist." Could I get any more obvious?? But my teacher said nothing, just kind of laughed. The class didn't know whether to laugh or what, so for the most part they only sort of chuckled along with my teacher, but I think majority were as shocked as I was. I told my friend to hold my "pencil sharpener", and then suddenly, I couldn't remember what I was supposed to be miming! It took me a bit to finally remember it, and by then, I was shaking so bad, I could hardly mime taking out my iPod and putting in my headphones to listen to it. That was a close call. Next time I wear sweatpants, I think I'll leave my knife in my bag. It would've been better if it had been my phone, instead...
Another close call I had (actually, it was more of a mean joke played by another teacher who likes me) was after chorus. My friend was giving me a piggyback ride. But then, she started running me into people, trash cans, walls, etc., so I wanted down. Then, when she put me down, and I started walking beside her, I brought my foot up and gave her a little sidekick in the butt. Suddenly, one of the teachers come up to me and says in a serious voice,"Alright, go to the office."
Okay, I have never been sent to the office. Ever. And I'm proud of that. So, naturally, when he said that, I nearly passed out.
What? Why?!
"That's assault. Let's go to the office, now."
But...but, she called me a whore! (This was not true, but I panicked, and that randomly popped out.)
When the teacher grabbed my arm and started leading me towards the office, I nearly started crying. I had kicked people in the butt in front of a teacher before, and they had just laughed.
Just then, my friend started laughing and pulled me back, saying,"Oh brother, Carson. Quit being so mean." And with that, my friend and I walked away towards our next class, and left our teacher behind us, smiling slyly.
I was stunned. And still almost crying. Later, my friend told me I had no color in my face for quite some time after that. And, she laughed at me, of course. It was a cruel joke, and yeah, I might sound like a wuss, but I'm telling you, after a perfect record that you care about, these things can make you cry.
In Algebra, I'm pretty sure I had some sort of tourette's attack. I kept freaking out. I randomly began kicking the leg of my desk, growling, face-planting into my book, slamming my head against my desk, punching my calculator, making weird noises, etc. Having an all-around spaz attack. It was weird.
I feel pretty normal, now, except I'm super tired, and I can't seem to be able to spell any word right the first time!!
Ugh. I hurt everywhere. I'm going to curl up on my nice warm couch (yeah, I sleep on a couch during the winter) with my nice fluffy pillow, and go to bed. Goodnight, dear friends.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Going Back...
Well, school resumes tomorrow. But thankfully, it's a 10 o'clock late start. The only problem is, in the meantime, I have no clue where to go. The school won't be open at 7 in the morning, but I have no choice but to go in at that time. (My dad has to be at work at 7, and my mom won't be around to take me in later.)
Alas, I know not what to do...
I, uh, apologize for the old-fashioned manner in which I'm speaking. 6 hours of nothing but watching Pride & Prejudice tends to have that effect. Maybe if I listen to some hardcore rock, I'll snap out of it. A little Coheed and Cambria should do the trick. Yes, the very same song I gave myself a headache to while doing a little head-tripping.
So, I still haven't completely finished my drama homework. I don't get why we have to do a dumb worksheet, anyways. I mean, it's drama. You're s'posed to act, and all that fun stuff, not do stupid worksheets. I would rather do more Algebra than finish drama. And that's saying a lot, since I have an aversion to anything math-related. Especially Algebra. Algebra sucks.
In other, but not so pleasant news, Bear threw up 3 more times today. All right in front of the door. Now, I thought I would be the good and dutiful daughter, and clean it up before Dad got home, but that plan kinda fell through. I got within a foot of it, and almost ended up adding to the pile. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me sick... I was only able to stomach throwing paper towels over the area. I was still gagging 5 minutes later. Ugh. Ookay, new subject.
Ow. I just stubbed my toe. Against the shoe box for my Converse hi-tops. Ow. I've been having all sorts of problems today. I went to make macaroni, and nearly dumped the whole box on the floor trying to get the stupid thing open. Then, iTunes stole about 7 bucks out of my account. One moment, it was $22.08. I bought a .99 cent song, and suddenly the dang thing says $15.88! One song, and I lose 7 freaking bucks. What the crap?! Least to say, I was not a very happy camper. I'm still not. Stupid, freaking, gay iTunes! You suck!!! You suck like caramel-covered peanuts and butterballs!!
... Sorry. I don't need anger-management, I swear. I guarantee you'd be pissed, too, if iTunes stole your money. Okay, I will say no more about it. Moving on!
My cat, Spock, decided that he was going to haul his fat kitten butt up onto my recliner while I was watching Pride & Prejudice, and kneed on my boob. All I can say is, thank goodness we just clipped his claws, or my boob probably would have swelled to a size C. Wondering why I say that? I'm highly allergic to cats, therefore, if they decide to claw me, I'm screwed. The scratch will swell at least 3x it's size, and itch like crazy, which only makes everything worse. So if Spock hadn't of had his claws trimmed, he would've clawed me at least a billion times, and then... Voilà! Size C!...Yeah, not cool.
Well, my dearest friends, I'm going to take a nice hot shower, since my house feels somewhat like and icebox. Have a good evening, and hopefully I will have something new up by the end of the day tomorrow.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Alas, I know not what to do...
I, uh, apologize for the old-fashioned manner in which I'm speaking. 6 hours of nothing but watching Pride & Prejudice tends to have that effect. Maybe if I listen to some hardcore rock, I'll snap out of it. A little Coheed and Cambria should do the trick. Yes, the very same song I gave myself a headache to while doing a little head-tripping.
So, I still haven't completely finished my drama homework. I don't get why we have to do a dumb worksheet, anyways. I mean, it's drama. You're s'posed to act, and all that fun stuff, not do stupid worksheets. I would rather do more Algebra than finish drama. And that's saying a lot, since I have an aversion to anything math-related. Especially Algebra. Algebra sucks.
In other, but not so pleasant news, Bear threw up 3 more times today. All right in front of the door. Now, I thought I would be the good and dutiful daughter, and clean it up before Dad got home, but that plan kinda fell through. I got within a foot of it, and almost ended up adding to the pile. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me sick... I was only able to stomach throwing paper towels over the area. I was still gagging 5 minutes later. Ugh. Ookay, new subject.
Ow. I just stubbed my toe. Against the shoe box for my Converse hi-tops. Ow. I've been having all sorts of problems today. I went to make macaroni, and nearly dumped the whole box on the floor trying to get the stupid thing open. Then, iTunes stole about 7 bucks out of my account. One moment, it was $22.08. I bought a .99 cent song, and suddenly the dang thing says $15.88! One song, and I lose 7 freaking bucks. What the crap?! Least to say, I was not a very happy camper. I'm still not. Stupid, freaking, gay iTunes! You suck!!! You suck like caramel-covered peanuts and butterballs!!
... Sorry. I don't need anger-management, I swear. I guarantee you'd be pissed, too, if iTunes stole your money. Okay, I will say no more about it. Moving on!
My cat, Spock, decided that he was going to haul his fat kitten butt up onto my recliner while I was watching Pride & Prejudice, and kneed on my boob. All I can say is, thank goodness we just clipped his claws, or my boob probably would have swelled to a size C. Wondering why I say that? I'm highly allergic to cats, therefore, if they decide to claw me, I'm screwed. The scratch will swell at least 3x it's size, and itch like crazy, which only makes everything worse. So if Spock hadn't of had his claws trimmed, he would've clawed me at least a billion times, and then... Voilà! Size C!...Yeah, not cool.
Well, my dearest friends, I'm going to take a nice hot shower, since my house feels somewhat like and icebox. Have a good evening, and hopefully I will have something new up by the end of the day tomorrow.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Heads Up!
Hey, friends, just a heads up. I deleted my blog Max's Collection of Tales, but I will be putting the stories and stuff on here, instead. I just figured it's easier to have 2 blogs, right now
Okay, that was your heads up!
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off... Again. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Okay, that was your heads up!
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off... Again. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Maaabye I Shouldn't Drink Caffeinated Coffee Before Bed...
I really need to stop drinking coffee before bed. It makes me have whacko dreams that make perfect sense while I'm dreaming them, but absolutely no sense when I wake up and try to explain them to someone. But even while I was dreaming some of these next dreams, I remember thinking, Wow, how did that happen? That's weird...
Have any of you ever heard of the book series Cirque du Freak? Or maybe the movie based of book 1, The Vampire's Assistant? Well, if you have... Remember Madame Octa? The spider?
Dear friends, meet Madame Octa. Now I had this dream that she kept chasing me and trying to jump on me. But I didn't recognize her at first, because, at first, she looked like this:
No joke. I found that on Google, and it looks almost exactly the same.
Anyhow, this spider was like, going nutso, jumping all over the place. So, my friend (who, looks eerily like Taylor Lautner. No, dead serious. It's freaking creepy) and I tried to drive away in a blue Mustang Convertible (like the one she drives in Princess Diaries 1). Somehow, the stupid spider is like swinging after us, and suddenly she lands in my lap, and now she looks like the first picture, so I'm all like, "Oh! It's Madame Octa! Why didn't you tell us it was you?! Goodness me! (Okay, I didn't really say that "Goodness me" part. I was just trying to emphasize how much of an idiot I probably looked and sounded, talking to a spider like it was my long lost buddy.)
Then, the dream randomly switches, and suddenly I'm at my house, and my dad can't get out of the driveway 'cause there's too much snow (which there actually is, at the moment.) So, I'm all like, I'm awesome, I can get out in my mom's crappy little vehicle, I'm going to show off! So I jump into my mom's car, and suddenly my dad's all like Nooooo, don't goooooo!!! But I ignore him and peel out, and suddenly, before I even get 1/4 the way down the driveway, I'm suddenly riding...I'm not sure what it was, but I think it was a very tiny version of my mom's car, and I was sitting on the top, almost like it was a little sled. We were skidding everywhere, then I like flew into the ditch, but I was awesome, and we kept going, and suddenly, as I'm jumping about 20 feet over the fence that fences in our horses, thing turns into this wicked dirt bike. And now, these two dudes on dirt bikes are suddenly chasing me around the field, and I'm riding all awesome-like, yelling at them, saying my bike is cooler than there's, and they're sitting, there with machine guns strapped on their shoulders, yelling,"Nuh-UH! Ours are green and awesome!" And I'm all like,"Yeah!, well mine's SILVER, @$$-HOLE!!!"
I start riding back to the fence, and again, I like jump 20 feet in the air over the fence, doing somersaults and stuff.
This is where it suddenly makes no sense. Well, even less sense than the rest. As I'm going back down, my backyard, which is first, filled with snow, is now filled with water. Like an ocean. It's deep, but yet, all the outside buildings are still standing. Y-eah, weird... But anyways, my dirt bike has magically disappeared out from under me and I fall in the water.
There's more to the dream after that, but it's fuzzy, and really hard to explain, and involves blood and getting the crap kicked out of me. And a random cat that's afraid of the dark and likes night lights. -shakes head-
I do believe that ends my coffee-drinking before bedtime. That way, you poor people will not have to suffer through another attempt by me to retell my dreams to you.
Well, on to stuff that makes sense!
My dad was an angel, and brought me home a donut from work yesterday. When he said goodbye to me this morning, he told me it was in the fridge, and he had made me some coffee. I love my dad lol. So, right now, I am just polishing off the last bit of that donut. It was one of those ones that have filling. I think this one is cherry. So good. It's not like I need anything fattening, but I don't eat sweets that much, and these donuts are a good treat.
Omigosh! Okay, you know when people send you a Forward, and read it and it says you have to forward it to this many people in this many minutes, or something bad will happen, and you're all like,"Psssh, those things never come true," but you send it anyway, because secretly, part of you believes that if you don't, bad things will happen??? I hate those... But the ones that tell me if I don't send it, some little girl with half a face will like, smother me in my sleep at midnight, I don't send those, just to spite the little murderers. I haven't died yet. Although, I do go to sleep afraid the psychopath is going to pop up next to my bed earlier than the set time of death, just because I pissed her off and deliberately didn't forward the stupid thing just to make her mad.
Well, I'm going to post this now, and go look for this song I heard yesterday on a preview of the movie 9. It was a wicked song, so I'm going to look up the soundtrack on iTunes and see if I can't find it and buy it.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
WARNING: IF SPIDERS GIVE YOU THE WILLIES, DON'T LOOK AT THE PICTURES!
(I know, it's hard not to.)
(I know, it's hard not to.)
Have any of you ever heard of the book series Cirque du Freak? Or maybe the movie based of book 1, The Vampire's Assistant? Well, if you have... Remember Madame Octa? The spider?
Dear friends, meet Madame Octa. Now I had this dream that she kept chasing me and trying to jump on me. But I didn't recognize her at first, because, at first, she looked like this:
No joke. I found that on Google, and it looks almost exactly the same.
Anyhow, this spider was like, going nutso, jumping all over the place. So, my friend (who, looks eerily like Taylor Lautner. No, dead serious. It's freaking creepy) and I tried to drive away in a blue Mustang Convertible (like the one she drives in Princess Diaries 1). Somehow, the stupid spider is like swinging after us, and suddenly she lands in my lap, and now she looks like the first picture, so I'm all like, "Oh! It's Madame Octa! Why didn't you tell us it was you?! Goodness me! (Okay, I didn't really say that "Goodness me" part. I was just trying to emphasize how much of an idiot I probably looked and sounded, talking to a spider like it was my long lost buddy.)
Then, the dream randomly switches, and suddenly I'm at my house, and my dad can't get out of the driveway 'cause there's too much snow (which there actually is, at the moment.) So, I'm all like, I'm awesome, I can get out in my mom's crappy little vehicle, I'm going to show off! So I jump into my mom's car, and suddenly my dad's all like Nooooo, don't goooooo!!! But I ignore him and peel out, and suddenly, before I even get 1/4 the way down the driveway, I'm suddenly riding...I'm not sure what it was, but I think it was a very tiny version of my mom's car, and I was sitting on the top, almost like it was a little sled. We were skidding everywhere, then I like flew into the ditch, but I was awesome, and we kept going, and suddenly, as I'm jumping about 20 feet over the fence that fences in our horses, thing turns into this wicked dirt bike. And now, these two dudes on dirt bikes are suddenly chasing me around the field, and I'm riding all awesome-like, yelling at them, saying my bike is cooler than there's, and they're sitting, there with machine guns strapped on their shoulders, yelling,"Nuh-UH! Ours are green and awesome!" And I'm all like,"Yeah!, well mine's SILVER, @$$-HOLE!!!"
I start riding back to the fence, and again, I like jump 20 feet in the air over the fence, doing somersaults and stuff.
This is where it suddenly makes no sense. Well, even less sense than the rest. As I'm going back down, my backyard, which is first, filled with snow, is now filled with water. Like an ocean. It's deep, but yet, all the outside buildings are still standing. Y-eah, weird... But anyways, my dirt bike has magically disappeared out from under me and I fall in the water.
There's more to the dream after that, but it's fuzzy, and really hard to explain, and involves blood and getting the crap kicked out of me. And a random cat that's afraid of the dark and likes night lights. -shakes head-
I do believe that ends my coffee-drinking before bedtime. That way, you poor people will not have to suffer through another attempt by me to retell my dreams to you.
Well, on to stuff that makes sense!
My dad was an angel, and brought me home a donut from work yesterday. When he said goodbye to me this morning, he told me it was in the fridge, and he had made me some coffee. I love my dad lol. So, right now, I am just polishing off the last bit of that donut. It was one of those ones that have filling. I think this one is cherry. So good. It's not like I need anything fattening, but I don't eat sweets that much, and these donuts are a good treat.
Omigosh! Okay, you know when people send you a Forward, and read it and it says you have to forward it to this many people in this many minutes, or something bad will happen, and you're all like,"Psssh, those things never come true," but you send it anyway, because secretly, part of you believes that if you don't, bad things will happen??? I hate those... But the ones that tell me if I don't send it, some little girl with half a face will like, smother me in my sleep at midnight, I don't send those, just to spite the little murderers. I haven't died yet. Although, I do go to sleep afraid the psychopath is going to pop up next to my bed earlier than the set time of death, just because I pissed her off and deliberately didn't forward the stupid thing just to make her mad.
Well, I'm going to post this now, and go look for this song I heard yesterday on a preview of the movie 9. It was a wicked song, so I'm going to look up the soundtrack on iTunes and see if I can't find it and buy it.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Monday, January 10, 2011
I'll Have The Usual: Drama, With Some Lies And Deceit Thrown In. Ooh, And Coffee, Please.
Oh, the wonders of high school! Full of liars, backstabbers, cheaters, and all the other kinds of people we just simply adore! Wouldn't you agree?
Ookay, now that I got that sarcastic and caustic remark out of my system, I must say, I do enjoy a good cup of coffee. It sooths the nerves... Well, usually. In this case, I'm too annoyed to be soothed by my dear friend, Coffee.
Shall I explain?
Well, for one, which has nothing to do with high school or any of that fun stuff, Bear has thrown up twice, today. That's a total of about six or seven times in the past four days. Now, I know about only one person on here knows who Bear is, so for the sake of your sanity, I shall provide a picture:
My dear friends, meet Bear. He's a Bouvier des Flandres, and he thinks he's a lap dog. How would you like that to try and curl into your lap? All 100 and some pounds of fur, claws, a stubby tail, bad breath, and all? However, he's an angel, although lately he's quite depressed. His coat is long and matted, and since it has been so cold, we haven't been able to give him a much-needed bath and haircut. Plus, another bath after that. Once we get the chance to clean him up, I think he will be much happier.
I get along great with this dog, especially since we're both ADD. Well, I guess he's more ADHD. He's got all the hype.
Anywho, lately he's been vomiting up after he eats. We think he might have some kind of infection again, because this has happened before. Poor Bear is just all around, not a very happy puppy. Dog. Puppy-dog. Whatever. Either way, he's sick and my mom left both piles of puke sitting on the floor for the whole day. I almost stepped in it twice.
Now, you all might be wondering why I didn't clean it up myself. I have a very good reason: I can't stand the smell, let alone the sight, of vomit. Doesn't matter whether it's cat vomit, dog vomit, human vomit, I can't stand it. That's the only thing that makes me sick to my stomach. I can stand blood, spit, snot... Okay, snot's a little disgusting, but you get what I mean: I can't stand puke.
Ookay, on to the next order of business:
Ookay, now that I got that sarcastic and caustic remark out of my system, I must say, I do enjoy a good cup of coffee. It sooths the nerves... Well, usually. In this case, I'm too annoyed to be soothed by my dear friend, Coffee.
Shall I explain?
Well, for one, which has nothing to do with high school or any of that fun stuff, Bear has thrown up twice, today. That's a total of about six or seven times in the past four days. Now, I know about only one person on here knows who Bear is, so for the sake of your sanity, I shall provide a picture:
My dear friends, meet Bear. He's a Bouvier des Flandres, and he thinks he's a lap dog. How would you like that to try and curl into your lap? All 100 and some pounds of fur, claws, a stubby tail, bad breath, and all? However, he's an angel, although lately he's quite depressed. His coat is long and matted, and since it has been so cold, we haven't been able to give him a much-needed bath and haircut. Plus, another bath after that. Once we get the chance to clean him up, I think he will be much happier.
I get along great with this dog, especially since we're both ADD. Well, I guess he's more ADHD. He's got all the hype.
Anywho, lately he's been vomiting up after he eats. We think he might have some kind of infection again, because this has happened before. Poor Bear is just all around, not a very happy puppy. Dog. Puppy-dog. Whatever. Either way, he's sick and my mom left both piles of puke sitting on the floor for the whole day. I almost stepped in it twice.
Now, you all might be wondering why I didn't clean it up myself. I have a very good reason: I can't stand the smell, let alone the sight, of vomit. Doesn't matter whether it's cat vomit, dog vomit, human vomit, I can't stand it. That's the only thing that makes me sick to my stomach. I can stand blood, spit, snot... Okay, snot's a little disgusting, but you get what I mean: I can't stand puke.
Ookay, on to the next order of business:
Stupid People That I Go To School With.
They Suck.
They Suck.
So, there's this one girl (let's call her Tanya) who, for the entire first semester treated me like $#@* for no apparent reason. Several times she told my friend (let's call her Lena; she acts as Switzerland in this situation) that she hated me, called me names I will not repeat, for the sake of sensitive eyes, and just all around treated me like a poop-covered Popsicle. (In simple terms, she treated me terribly.)
Now, all of a sudden, Tanya gets on Facebook and asks me,"Why do you hate me?"
Excuse me?! She's the one who hates me!
But, alas, when I tell her this, she replies,"I don't hate you. I got told you hated me."
Now, all of a sudden, Tanya gets on Facebook and asks me,"Why do you hate me?"
Excuse me?! She's the one who hates me!
But, alas, when I tell her this, she replies,"I don't hate you. I got told you hated me."
By whom? I ask.
"Someone who sits with us at lunch, but isn't in our class."
"Someone who sits with us at lunch, but isn't in our class."
(Let's call this one Rachel) Rachel?
"Yeah."
Well, she doesn't really care for me, so I'm not surprised she'd talk bad about me.
Well, I'm going to get more coffee. I ran out.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
"Yeah."
Well, she doesn't really care for me, so I'm not surprised she'd talk bad about me.
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And so on, and so forth. She's being all freakily nice to me. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but it's kinda creepy. I just wonder when she'll go back to being her normal spiteful self?...Well, I'm going to get more coffee. I ran out.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
Why?
I was sleeping amazingly. No school, I could sleep all day. But noooooo, I had to get a freaking bloody nose! And then, I got on the computer to check one more time to make for sure there was no school. But, instead of going to the KNLV's radio station website, I get on Facebook. Now, my psycho friend Seth, who has been up for over 48 hours, is chattering like a monkey who's ingested enough coffee and sugar to give a heart attack to a water buffalo.
Oh, my bad, Seth just announced that he took Adderall, which is an ADHD medication used to help kids focus, or help with sleeping disorders. Seth took a whole s**t load more than he was s'posed to. And I can't even call for help if he gets sick or anything because he's in Iowa, and I'm in Nebraska! Ugh... I need to go back to bed. I'm not even sure how it is, exactly, that I ended up returning to my blog.
I'm going back to bed. Wait, I gotta check KNLV, first.
. . . . .
We're good, no school. Okay, goodnight, my friends. Well, actually it's good morning for you guys, but I'm going back to bed and... Yeah, okay, I'm rambling. Peace.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας...-snooooooooore-...
Oh, my bad, Seth just announced that he took Adderall, which is an ADHD medication used to help kids focus, or help with sleeping disorders. Seth took a whole s**t load more than he was s'posed to. And I can't even call for help if he gets sick or anything because he's in Iowa, and I'm in Nebraska! Ugh... I need to go back to bed. I'm not even sure how it is, exactly, that I ended up returning to my blog.
I'm going back to bed. Wait, I gotta check KNLV, first.
. . . . .
We're good, no school. Okay, goodnight, my friends. Well, actually it's good morning for you guys, but I'm going back to bed and... Yeah, okay, I'm rambling. Peace.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας...-snooooooooore-...
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Somebody Give Me A Title For This Thing!!
I desperately need a title for this story. It's bugging me because it has no name. All it is listed as in my computer is "Brother Story" but it's not even really about brothers anymore, because I decided I wanted to change it because I can't make up my mind and... GAAAGH!!!
... I'm alright. Anyway, I am currently unable to sleep, despite the fact that I am sleep-deprived and exhausted...
Now, I'm creating my other two blogs... Feel free to check them out, although they probably won't be done.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
P.S. The title of this entry and the first sentences up to "GAAAGH!!!" are irrelevant. They belong in one of my other blogs. I just haven't made that blog yet, and at the moment, I'm too tired to care.
... I'm alright. Anyway, I am currently unable to sleep, despite the fact that I am sleep-deprived and exhausted...
Now, I'm creating my other two blogs... Feel free to check them out, although they probably won't be done.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
P.S. The title of this entry and the first sentences up to "GAAAGH!!!" are irrelevant. They belong in one of my other blogs. I just haven't made that blog yet, and at the moment, I'm too tired to care.
In Case You Were Wondering...
So, in case any of you were wondering, or hadn't figured it out yet, sarcasm is usually my main language. Then comes English. So, please, don't be angry about my sarcastic and dry humor; it is not meant towards you.
I s'pose I better tell you a little about myself. Here are the basics you need to know:
I s'pose I better tell you a little about myself. Here are the basics you need to know:
- I'm usually very patient.
- I'm very protective of my friends.
- I like people with good grammar.
- My pet peeves are liars and back-stabbers. And people who chomp their gum and like to scratch their fingernails against chalkboards, or their forks against their plates.
- I can't hate anyone. I can really dislike them, but not hate. Hate is a very strong word.
- I hate dolls. And yes, I really do HATE them.
- I prefer fantasy over reality... Unless the reality is really good.
- I'm anti-social.
- I'm OCD.
- I'm ADD.
- I like big words.
Now, here some stuff you might find it fun to know:
- I talk to inanimate objects a lot. Like pop cans. And my homework.
- My favourite colors are green, black, gold, silver, and red. But not altogether.
- I like this spelling of "favourite" instead of this spelling of "favorite." Same with grey. "Grey", not "gray."
- I have blue/green/grey colored eyes. It depends on the day which color is more dominant.
- I like having dark red hair.
- I enjoy being pale. That way, at least I'm all one color.
- I'm 17 and I still sleep with stuffed animals. I have a little stuffed pony with a heart on his butt that I sleep with every night... Don't judge; he's sexy.
- I could care less if you call me weird. In fact, I'll probably agree with you.
- I'm a tom-boy who likes some girly things. Only some, though.
- I prefer to be friends with the people who are like me, in the sense that nobody likes us.
- My friends all agree that I'm like the Mother Hen.
- In my group of friends, I'm sort of the unwilling leader. Meaning, I didn't really choose (or want) to be the leader, but they all kinda look up to me. It's less that way, now, of course, because we're all growing up.
- Dr. Pepper makes my heart beat erratically. It's the only pop that can make me hyper.
- I'm not really into sweets.
- I like cheese. And ham. And pizza... Yep.
- I grew up with a more close relationship with my older brother than my older sister. So I have been conditioned to like swords and weapons of mass destruction more than dresses and make-up and girly things.
- I'm very clumsy.
- My boyfriend and I are going to build a castle with like, ten forges, and we're going to be rulers of our own country. -nod- Yep. Fun stuff.
- My boyfriend is my best friend.
- I'm a sucker for love stories.
- When I get mad, I see everything in red.
- I was a boxer for 7 years.
- I am going to be an author... Hopefully... Someday... Y-eah.
Alrighty, so that's some fun facts about me. Leave a little obiter (comment) if you would like to know something I didn't mention in the above lists.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας.
How's This For An Introduction?...
So, I'm thinking it'll be easier to keep a blog updated, rather than a journal that I actually have to write in by hand. I'm not a fan of hand cramps.
Hi. I'm known as Max. For a joke, I get called Maximum Sunshine. (I'll explain later). I'm an adventurer, although I've actually never really adventured anywhere cool, like... Japan... or a desert... I've never even left the United states. But, I am an adventurer at heart, I promise.
Oh, hey. No school tomorrow. That's awesome. Anyways...
I'll start off by saying some of the things that are going to go up on here will probably be some excerpts from a story I'm writing. Other things might be letters to my favourite pal, God. (I used to write him letters in my journal, but I never kept up with it. Shame on me.) And then there will be the everyday (or almost everyday) excerpts from things that happen to me throughout the day.
Okay, now I'm going to post this, and start something else.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας. (which means, "Goodbye and God-speed" in Greek. If I didn't put the dash in between God and speed, it would translate into "Good luck", so I'm leaving the dash.)
P.S. In case you couldn't tell, I like Greek.
Hi. I'm known as Max. For a joke, I get called Maximum Sunshine. (I'll explain later). I'm an adventurer, although I've actually never really adventured anywhere cool, like... Japan... or a desert... I've never even left the United states. But, I am an adventurer at heart, I promise.
Oh, hey. No school tomorrow. That's awesome. Anyways...
I'll start off by saying some of the things that are going to go up on here will probably be some excerpts from a story I'm writing. Other things might be letters to my favourite pal, God. (I used to write him letters in my journal, but I never kept up with it. Shame on me.) And then there will be the everyday (or almost everyday) excerpts from things that happen to me throughout the day.
Okay, now I'm going to post this, and start something else.
This is Maximum Sunshine, signing off. Αντίο και ο Θεός ταχύτητας. (which means, "Goodbye and God-speed" in Greek. If I didn't put the dash in between God and speed, it would translate into "Good luck", so I'm leaving the dash.)
P.S. In case you couldn't tell, I like Greek.
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