Tuesday: Picture edition!

So. I haven't got much to say, other than Dentists suck (grrrr fillings...) and I got the best bargain on a homecoming dress today.

Oh, and I am now the proud owner of an antique watch which is possibly as old as 80 years old. It needs to be wound. HOW COOL IS THAT?!

So here goes: My Picture edition.

My watch:

My dress: (Which cost me $18.95)

MY SOCK.

A bird. Driving my car.

Unfair

Life is unfair and I understand that...

But you know when you have those days that just aren't fair and all of that unfairness seems to be directed right at you?

I left school early because I felt, to put it plainly, like shit. I didn't want to be there and I didn't want to even smile at people. I was just not happy. I don't feel much better right now to tell the truth, but I knitted a bit and I took a (very short) nap and I watched Pride and Prejudice (which I LOVE.) so I feel, in my mind, a little better.

But what hurt me most was my friend this morning. And it's not like this is a big deal, but over a few years of her doing this, it's starting to bother me more. I found this new band called Breaking Benjamin this weekend, who I believe are really good. They have a sound that I like and are a genre that I can appreciate. And my friend has a dog named Benjamin who she really doesn't like. So I went to school and said to her "Hey! I found this band called Breaking Benjamin and they're really good", thinking that we could have a good laugh at the irony of the names, and she just went "Oh I hate them! It sounds like he's constantly trying to swallow his own fist!" and she went on trashing the band. She's one of those people who is really open to a lot of stuff, but when it comes to music she shuts people down.

I guess it's not a big deal. But today, it just bothers me that she, who preaches to be really open to new and sometimes weird stuff, will just shut me down so quickly.

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust.

Another paper written. (This is where I lounge back and put my hands behind my head.) This one was about ancient theories of souls, which I find slightly (by a margin of about a mile) more interesting. I mean, Pythagoras thought that all beings that are alive have souls. That means that my tree which is scraping against my window has a soul. The plant that I killed a few weeks ago has a soul, and yep, the gnat that I swallowed yesterday had a soul. (So am I a murderer?)

Overall, today was one of those extreme days. Most of it sucked, but there were things that made up for the suck-yness.

Why did my day suck, you ask? I felt sick and thoroughly drained all day. This was due to the huge amount of energy I put off yesterday, crossbred with the fact that I'm sick/have allergies (I'm not quite sure which.)

I'm very happy because I wrote another (good) paper (I hope), I found a new singer who I really like (Her name is Holly Brook, and look her up. I got the cd "Like Blood Like Honey" and it's excellent.) I'm also happy because the book I was reading (and finished this morning) is going to have TWO MORE SEQUELS!! Granted, they don't come out until next August, but I'll take what I can get.

ACL!!!

ACL. IS. AMAZING.

Today I
a) Did not get more than a little bit pink.
b) Rocked out to oodles of good music
c) Got a free VIP pass (ROCK!!!)

So my brother's friend's mother works at the NPR station. And she got a bunch of free VIP passes. And gave one to me simply because I'm the sister of her son's friend. Uh. WOW.

I didn't even know that there WAS a VIP pass. But there's this whole "VIP Grove" that has free food and drinks and SHADE and all sorts of fun.

Only bad thing about today:
1) Freaking sun was freaking hot. (Well, duh. It's texas what else would I even expect?) I was sweating and fanning myself all afternoon
2) I got a bunch of blisters and sores.
3) I think I swallowed a gnat
4) I got a nosebleed halfway through the Arctic Monkeys and had to go to the medical tent. They set me up with a gauze and a pack of ice (which apparently helps. Who'da thunk?) and asked me "Do you want to go to the emergency room?" And I was like, "As fun as that would be, naw. Not today." and they said "Kay. Sign this release form."

Then we walked to IHOP ate a lot of pancakes and then drove home. I just got out of the shower (and am sopping wet) and I don't think I've ever appreciated a shower so much in my life.

Food, glorious food

I want to know. Is it mandatory that every person screws up rice the first time they make it? Because that happened a few weeks ago and my family was kind enough to grimace through it (I know that face.) but I know that it really sucked. And the stir fry was watery and rather tasteless. (I know that face, too.) Overall, disaster of a dinner. Guess it happens to all of us.

So I took a second stab at that stir fry, I successfully cooked the rice (Yay, microwave instructions!!) and I did better on the stir fry itself, although I went a little sauce-happy. It was a tad on the spicy side, but I did about 75% better this time. Next time, remind me to start the rice first.

On the subject of food.

I need to eat more.

It's weird, but last night around 11ish I got out of bed to go to the bathroom and realized that I felt hollow. It was only then that I realized that I had a glass of milk for breakfast, a sandwich and a few other things for lunch, and a diet coke and wheat thins for dinner. What with rehearsals, babysitting gigs, and homework I just forget to eat properly.

Gee, you'd think I would be super skinny by now.

I'm not anorexic, I just forget. Oops?

Ahh, freedom

Well, almost.

I have officially some time to RELAX. And, I guess I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, but I wrote my paper in record time (i.e. before it was due AND before 10pm!!) and I've been perusing Youtube and the itunes store and listening to music and generally enjoying myself.

It feels good.

What doesn't feel good is my back. I'm going to get off my butt when I press "publish post" and do some stretching, because I need to stretch my back out. In dance yesterday we were doing a lot of stretching. And one particular excericse (she called it the pigeon, where you fold one leg under you, extend the other leg behind you and arch your back. And then she said "now coo like a pigeon and flap your wings." Um... okay Ms Bravo.)

You know what I noticed? I seem to get really distracted when my mom is out of town and I forget to eat dinner until really late. Oops.

Shocked!!!

(Beware: A LOT OF COMPLAINING OCCURS IN THIS BLOG.)

Have I mentioned my homework load yet?

I feel like I've done more homework in these three weeks of school than I did the ENTIRETY of my freshman year.

Have I mentioned that I only have FOUR CLASSES that give homework? And that one of them hasn't given any yet?

How can Physics (devilsubject), English, and AP Government give so much homework? And it doesn't even LOOK like that much homework. Here's what my planner looks like today:

Physics: Review ch 3 (#12-18)
Philosophy: None
English: Rough draft of Never Let Me Go paper due Weds
Government: Chapter outline

And somehow, that will take me hours tonight.

AND I have two hours of rehearsal tonight. AND I have a 45 minute piano lesson. AND we're out of yummy soymilk at home. AND I'm starving and won't get home until like 7:30 tonight.

I want to EXPLODE.