Caution: She Bites

Musings from a hospital stay.

2009-09-05T06:11:00.000-07:00

So, as I write this I lay in a hospital bed, I haven't slept in something like 2 days, I've been eating hospital food, and oh...did I mention, I'm missing a tiny little organ otherwise known as the appendix?

It was cut out last night, when I went into the hospital in pain. Too much pain to even sleep. I'd woken up to what I thought would just be a simple enough stomach ache, I thought I'd be able to sleep it off. But rather, I tossed and turned in my bed from 2 pm until 1 am, when I finally decided I'd had enough and I needed to go to the hospital.

I don't know what I was expecting, but I've always feared that one of these days I'd end up with appendicitis, and boy, was I right.

A "pee-in-the-cup", blood test and CAT scan later, I was carted off to surgery. They knocked me clean out, nice and neat, cut out the offending organ (which I've heard was pretty bad-looking, apparently going rotten inside my body. Blech.) and then woke me up and sent me off to recover.

And, I've had a very localized, very uncomfortable pain just over my right hip ever since. The downside, this makes it hard to laugh much, makes it hard to get up to do anything, and without an ice pack and lots of percoset, it hurts even if I lay still.

On the plus side, most of Friday I wasn't alone, I had many visitors. Turns out my massive text-sending was quite a thing for a lot of my friends to wake up to. Scared some, surprised others. Even caused two of said friends to leave work and drive all the way up from Whidbey Island to come and see me, much, much earlier than they were supposed to head up this way. People brought flowers, cookies, green tea...^^; and hugs. And lots of company.

And now, as I type this, I'm alone. Waiting for it to be visiting hours again, waiting to see who shows up to visit today. Waiting to see when I get to go home, if I get to go home today. The IV has been stopped, antibiotics and such no longer annoying the hell out of my arm, but the needle's still there. Just in case, they said.

Mmmhm. And there's a nice fat ice pack over my hip where the incision was. I don't get to see it yet - there's still a bandage. I'm kinda glad, if it looks as bad as it hurts I might just go batshit crazy moreso than I already am being cooped up here not able to sleep and lonely as all hell.

Fortunately, all the staff here are really nice. And really helpful. And before they moved me upstairs, the people taking care of me on the lower floor in east wing were sad because they said "Our favorite patient's being moved!" Awwhs. I feel special. ^^;

Its been years since I've ever been in the hospital, but man does it still feel creepy and scary as it did when I was seven. And back then, I didn't have to have surgery, just a whole lot of tubes stuck down my throat and needles poked in my arms.

Oh, and male nurses still creep me the fuck out.

It just doesn't stop

2009-07-23T19:44:00.000-07:00

Tuesday afternoon I was informed that my great-grandmother was in the hopsital after having fallen down on Friday.

She fell down Friday, and wasn't found until my mom went to visit on Tuesday.

That's FIVE DAYS that she lay on the ground, helpless and unable to call for anyone.

I'm more than just upset, I'm angry because that should not have happened. It could have been prevented.

I almost feel like we should have gotten her one of those life monitor button things before, when she moved out on her own years ago. But we're getting her one now.

It's just that, there are days when I worry that it won't be too neccessary after so long. I'm always afraid that that call from grandpa's going to be the call telling us she's gone or she's about to go and I'll have to rush my ass to the hospital to say goodbye.

You see, the last 5 people I lost in my family, I never got to say goodbye to. Actually, I never got to say goodbye to anyone I ever knew who died. But great-grandma helped raise me, and my mom, and she's more of a grandma to me that my real grandma, my mom's mom, is. She was more of a mother to my mom than her real mom was.

And, just like my dad's grandma, she's just about the only thing still keeping all the family together. If she goes, the family'll fall apart. My dad's side wasn't quite like that. When we lost great-grandma, the family just pulled closer. My mom's family isn't that way.

I don't know if I could bear to see my family continue to fall apart like this. If I had my way, we'd see each other more than just once a year. If I had my way, my mom's cousin wouldn't have ran off with my great-grandpa's guns, and he wouldn't have ran off without a trace. We haven't heard from him in almost 10 years.

If you can't tell, family means more to me than anything, and losing it means losing a part of myself. I'm just afraid, that now I'm getting older, so are they, and there won't be anything I can do. I know someday I'm going to lose my parents, and I'm just so afraid that the faster the rest of the family goes, the faster that day will come.

Death has never scared me, but the thought of living without someone always has. I still cry about my great-grandpa sometimes, and even my aunt Joanie who I never really knew.

It was just a matter of being too young to understand when they died, and now that I'm older, I understand all too well. There's nothing left but memories and possessions, and even those are becoming fewer and fewer...

In other news...

2009-07-21T11:47:00.001-07:00

Kittens are adorable, probably one of the most adorable things on this planet.

The only problem? They're ANNOYING AS FUCK. Especially if you're me, and you can't stand whining no matter what it comes from - human, animal, machine, anything. (Unless it's the whine of a supercharged engine...mmm...)

Well, I got a kitten on Saturday, and yes, he is cute as a button. But there is no way in HELL you'll ever hear me say "oh, he's perfect, never makes a peep at night" because he does not shut up when we put him up at night and try to go to bed.

This makes me remember the Border Collie we had last summer, who would bark and whine and howl at night, and do you know what we did with him? We gave him away at the end of the summer because I couldn't take it anymore.

I'm kind of feeling guilty at this point, because I don't want to take care of this little ball of fluff. He annoys me too much. The only thing that gives me comfort is the fact that, just like my last cat, he'll eventually grow up and stop being so annoying. The downside to that is he'll also stop being so cute, but I think I can handle it. My oldest cat, our fat calico, is still cute sometimes.

She also talks. A lot. Not quite like this little guy, though. She only gets mouthy when she wants food. I really really really hope this kitty doesn't turn out like that.

And, I've finally settled on a name. I think I've decided to name him Gizmo. I almost named him Inspector Gadget, but my parents would probably throat me...

My good luck seems to have run out as of late

2009-07-18T02:03:00.000-07:00

It seems that, in the past few days, I've had an ungodly amount of bad luck struck down upon me. I do not know why, I do not know what I could have possibly done except, you know, live, but somehow I feel that something's just out to get me now. Be it karma (for what?!), god (whatever cruel god there is) or just plain old bad luck that just happens to be all at the same damn time, I don't know.

All I do know is that it positively sucks and I'm feeling down in the dumps like I used to before I started LARPing. Now this is a bad sign, indeed. I never feel this way. The combination of things happening over the span of the last week and particularly in the last two days have slowly started pushing me over the edge, however, and I'm just about ready to crack.

For those wondering what the hell happened, well...my previous entry explains the deer incedent and that started the major ball rolling, as it were. Because, as I'm trying to push past the fright of that event late on Friday night with my LARP, my character gets killed.

Now, this shouldn't be too horrible - it's just a character. Granted, this was my very first character and my very first character death in any LARP. I admit it, I cried a little, but got over it. I can expand my horizons with the new character I'm planning for next week.

But, as if that weren't enough, god decided to rain down his wrath upon me in real life, and I returned to the out-of-character room later that night, grabbed my backpack and ran out to put my stuff in my car. While at my car, I decided I'd grab my iPod touch and listen to music while I waited for the rest of the players to wrap up, but to my horror my iPod and my camera were gone. I searched frantically, car and backpack, and ran back frantically to tell everyone.

Despite all my friends' best efforts it was hard not to cry. As someone who's had stuff stolen before, it puts you through hell and back - especially so because I had not a clue who could have done it and really, nothing to go on for a lead. Not to mention, both items had been gifts from family and as such I really didn't want to have to inform said family that they'd gotten stolen.

But, the misery doesn't stop there. I finally call in the crime to the WWU Campus Police and file a report, and go to coffee with the rest of the LARP group down at IHOP. Around midnight people begin to disperse so I do the same, but I know I need a few things for my new character next week and since I'm already heading back that way I decide to stop at Wal-Mart and then Walgreens.

On my way from Wal-Mart to Walgreens, I get pulled over by a cop. I've never been pulled over before. And do you know what I did to get pulled over? Absolutely nothing. I believe I took a turn too fast. Holy shit, that's a crime?! Luckily there was no ticket involved, or I'd have grabbed the officer's gun and shot myself right then and there.

As I was walking into Walgreens, with the way my life had gotten turned upside down the last couple nights, I thought to myself, "If I get mugged walking out of here, I swear to god I'm going to off myself as soon as I get home. I've had it."

Some days I only believe there is a god because he seems to love making my life miserable, just when I'm starting to be happy and have fun again. I may as well live under a permanent rain cloud.

Now, honestly? I'll live. Now I just have to sort through the shreds of my sanity to find the little bit I was clinging to before all this shit happened. I'm back to my shitty mp3 player and I have no camera save for my phone and my video camera. Which, if worst comes to worst, I'm going to sell because I never use it. I may never see my iPod or camera again. And, despite my dislike of police, I'm putting my faith in them to hopefully track my stuff down.

Why do people kill animals for fun?

2009-07-17T16:07:00.000-07:00

Just last night, I discovered the sheer horror of hitting my first animal in a car. I've been driving since winter 2006, I've had my license since October of last year and I've been driving regularly since then, and the worst I have done since I first started driving was back into a parking meter and back into another parked car at 5 mph.

Last night, however, after quite a few close calls with birds playing chicken down high speed roads and a raccoon running across the freeway last weekend, I finally full-on hit my very first live animal in a car. And guess what it was.

It was no unfortunate kitty or dog that'd got off its leash late at night. It wasn't some pesky skunk or oposssum. It was, to my horror, a full grown doe.

Those familiar with Washington roadways, especially the less-traveled "back roads" as most of us like to call them, know that they are pretty populated with wildlife, considering the fact that most of our roads cut through farmland, forested areas and meadows and the like.

The road in question was Axton road, in particular the section that connects Hannegan to the Guide Meridian. I was about halfway down the road and I had just passed an oncoming car so my low beams were still on - this, as most of us accustomed to driving at night will know, will always be the major downfall of any animal in the dark because the driver won't see it until it is too late.

As was the case with me, I continued driving down the empty road, with my fingers just one click away from high beams, and before I knew what was even happening I was slamming on the brakes as a deer slid up the hood and came dangerously close to shattering the windshield with its flailing hooves.

Scared and shaken out of my mind, (I can imagine the deer felt the same) I pulled the car off the road and parked, grabbed a flashlight and jumped out to inspect not the car, but the deer. It had fallen off the hood of my car as soon as I'd stopped, and hobbled out of the way as soon as I began moving again. The fact that I have bad night vision teamed with general bad eyesight even though I wear glasses made it hard to see what had happened to the car so I didn't even bother. I was more concerned for the large animal I'd just mowed down.

The poor deer had decided to lay down next to a nearby fence, as it turns out I'd pulled out next to what appeared to be something to do with electricity stuff or what not so there was a large fence around the whole area. It lay panting and staring at me as I approached slowly, but as soon as I turned on the flashlight it got up and started to limp away. I didn't get any closer, but I was close enough to see the damage that my 14 year old Pontiac had done to this unfortunate creature.

I had hit the deer at about 50 mph, and as a result of this, I'd broken its front right leg. I was forced to leave, unable to do anything but feel sorry for the poor helpless thing at this point, and I watched it limp away into the trees as I drove off, still shaking.

Now, at this point I was still 20 minutes from home, and still had to stop in town before I could finally come home and relax. I started to think, though, as I drove back through Ferndale, that I had just witnessed a "deer in the headlights" for the first time. I started to wonder why men hunt and kill these beautiful animals, when enough of them are slaughtered on the roadways and left to die like that every year.

I don't understand the point of hunting, and I think hitting the deer last night made me realize why: I'm an animal lover (but anti-PETA, thank you) and I can't even bear the thought of running an animal over on accident, let alone killing one on purpose. I once dropped my cat face-first onto the picnic table on accident and as a result he ended up with a misshapen pupil, and I cried for a week after it because I felt so bad for him. (My parents constantly berating me about it didn't help, either.)

This experience has left me with more to chew on now than anything really has. It's an unfortunate thing to have happen, I know, but I think that from now on, if I hit an animal, I'll be lucky if I drive off knowing it isn't off dying slowly and miserably from being hit with 1.5 tons of Pontiac.

It's time for a change...

2009-07-14T22:21:00.001-07:00

I've decided I can't quite give up this blog. I enjoy writing, and I enjoy my blog as an outlet for my rants too much to be able to give it up. Yeah, it began originally as a "senior year memoir" sort of thing, but screw that. I'd rather keep going as long as I see fit.

So, it's time for a change. Not only here, though. I've been doing a lot of thinking, and talking with my closer friends, and I've come to the conclusion that I am definitely not the exact same person I was when I started this thing. I mean, just look back at the first entry, from near to a year ago. September 2008. I was a pretty pessimistic little brat, if I remember correctly...

"And maybe, just maybe, I'll have a glimmer of hope at getting my license. Not likely, though, seeing as how I failed more than miserably when I tried last time. We'll find out on the 19."

Now, as it turns out, I didn't end up getting my license until mid-October. Looking back on it, that's a good thing. But back then, I was too wrapped up being afraid of failure and embarrassment to even try to think positive. These days, those lines would have sounded more like this:

"And in the coming weeks I get another shot at my license. Hopefully, if all goes well, I'll walk out grinning, but if not, then another lesson learned. There'll always be time to try again."

I've always said that I'm a bit of a pessimist on the outside, but I've always been an optimist and a wishful thinker on the inside. Since I've joined the LARP (Live-Action Role Play) scene late last summer, I've discovered so many new things about myself. But more importantly, I've been given the outlet that I needed for my expression, the food with which to feed my attention-starved ego. I suddenly found myself in a place where I could be the center of attention, while at the same time doing something that I loved: acting.

I also found the greatest avenue to finally open myself up. Now, almost a complete year down the road and away from where I started, I've come to accept who I am as completely imperfect. I'm okay with my flaws, and the ones that I'm not okay with, I'm trying to change. It's not as hard as I always was afraid it would be; I have help. I have met some of my greatest friends through LARP and I've met a few key people who've really opened my eyes to the world.

Not only that, but now that I'm no longer tangled in the chains of high school, I can be free. My parents pretty much don't care what I do these days; they've made it clear that they trust me, and that all they want is for me to be careful. I've learned how to have the kind of fun that I want to have without even having to so much as tell them a single detail or worry about them asking what I've been doing. As it turns out I usually end up telling them bits and pieces of the story anyway, because I don't mind them knowing some things. Can't keep them in the dark forever. They always find a way if they really want to know what's going on.

I tend to get lost on these ramblings, but I think the picture I'm trying to paint is pretty clear. It's been a year since I started this and I've finally shed all that weight and worry that was holding me down, and now I'm really trying to live. I never took chances during high school, but I don't regret that. The few chances that I did take led me to LARP, and that's helped me more than I ever expected it would.

I'm still learning, though, I admit that. And I'm still changing, still coming out of my shell, still evolving. But most days, I'm content with where I'm at. It never used to be like this, but I'm happy this is the way my life has turned out now.

And all I have to do to truly be free, is find myself a job and move out of my parents' house. When that happens, I have a pretty good feeling that my changes will be complete.

And thus, the caterpillar leaves its cocoon a butterfly.

Spring is upon us

2009-05-04T23:36:00.000-07:00

With the coming of spring that means its almost time for graduation. Now its actually time to start thinking about it.

I have my cap and gown, I have all my graduation announcements and stuff, I will be getting my senior pictures done next week...now, all that's left is to finish my senior project, which will be online soon. It's not what I had hoped for, but it's enough and hopefully it'll be enough to pass me.

So what else is new these days? As usual, I spend less time on the internet and more time...sleeping, probably. Or with friends.

Speaking of friends, friendship is a powerful thing; never underestimate it. You might be in for a shock.

Just as an afterthought, I hope love isn't supposed to be in the air right now because, well, to put it bluntly I'm just not feeling it lately. Maybe I'm with the wrong person or maybe I'm just not a lover. I don't know. But in all honestly, I find it hard to muster up the strength to really care about it and get myself all worked up over. Again.

Though it does make for some interesting poetry.

Sup, Drama?

2009-03-08T03:51:00.000-07:00

Mmm yes, drama. It's there. It won't go away. I could run, and run for days on end, and it'd still be breathing down my neck. I won't go into detail, except to say that I lost someone dear in my life and gained someone dear in my life in the last few weeks.

I lost a friend, as a result of getting a boyfriend. Not because she was jealous or something - more like she was angry that I didn't have "my priorities straight". Thank you, but I don't want my friends dictating what my priorities in life should be. Especially not someone two years younger, even, who's not about to graduate like I am. I know where my priorities lie - if I didn't, I'd be your age still.

Other than that, life is okay. Spending time cuddled up against a very warm boyfriend is great fun indeed. =] He makes life just that little bit more enjoyable. Having another to share things with, I like that feeling.

I do recall I said "Boys are not necessary" in my last post. I did, I did, and it's true, they aren't. But boys...they're kind of like chocolate. It's not necessary, but you always want it and when you've got it you always want more. =] I hate my analogies. They suck. Bear with me, I'm almost done here.

So much is important in my life these days, even little events, it is so hard to keep track. Where did all the time go? I started this in September. It is now March. I graduate in June. That's not that far away - and my Senior Culminating Project isn't even close to being done. I think I'm in trouble.

But, I feel fine. I don't know why, but I feel fine. Is it that I've stopped caring? Could be. Senioritis...ah...there we have it. I have a case of it and I have it bad.

Doctor, doctor, gimme the news...

Bad luck and birthdays

2009-01-31T23:40:00.000-08:00

Wow, I have really forgotten about this thing. Shows how little time I spend around the computer these days...

School's getting way more hectic, now that first semester has come to an end. Right at the perfect time though; I go back to second semester on Monday 18 years old. Yes, I celebrated my eighteenth birthday yesterday. :) It wasn't much, just a cake and a day spent with friends and a frightful amount of money for someone like me to be handling, but it went well.

But, hell, there's been so much other stuff over the past few months, its so hard to keep up. My memory is terrible, and that's what this was supposed to be for...and then I never update. Ah, well. I make the most of my days, and I live for the future, not the past. What's done is done.

Being 18 doesn't feel any different, really, except that now I can stay out basically as long as I feel like on weekends. Sweet! And I'm now legally allowed to drive people other than my family around. Oh, and buy cigarettes and porn. If I were into that stuff, that'd be great, but I'm not, so meh.

I can also vote, but I'm not so enthused about that because the next major election is now 4 years away again. But I'll be ready and waiting!

And what of bad luck you say? Bad luck. I has it. Just to sum things up: guys are not necessary in life. Guys are optional. Why am I the only one who understands this but still tries anyway? Note to self: Stop. Just stop.

That is all.

Getting Lazy on the Updates

2008-10-18T15:53:00.000-07:00

Its hard to update a blog about your senior year of high school when cool things all of sudden cease to happen during the time. Its hard to write a blog when you completely forget it exists.

Anyway, so I forgot a bit. But I was reminded about ten minutes ago.

Last Friday, I finally got my license. I've been driving to school and such. It is awesome.

And I also remembered that yesterday was an eventful day. First field trip of the year, to Stoney Ridge Farm. Its an apple/pumpkin/Christmas tree farm place with lots of animals and a corn maze and a camel hiding somewhere around there. Went with my horticulture class. I basically got out of a whole day of school just to go, and to make the day just that little bit better the guy I've been crushing on for a while actually got to go along, too.

So I spent the entire time stalking him. And we were in turn being stalked by this annoying, redundant, shop-lifting, snide bear of an 11th grade "girl". She simply would not leave us alone. Not even to go bother her own so-called "friends". Just when we'd think we were getting away, she'd just appear again and keep following. I swear, if I took one step to the right she'd do the exact same thing. Annoying!

The car journey to/from was salvation from this he/she stalker thing, thankfully. Riding with the boy and 4 other friends. And our teacher. Talking about random things. Falling asleep. Taking pictures of each other. Whilst falling asleep. Ah, good times, good times.

I do realize I won't miss high school once I'm out, although I know for a time I'm just going to miss how it gave me someplace I knew I'd see all my friends, all the people I cared about seeing. Once its over, I'll have a hell of a time staying in contact with everyone. In a way I will miss it a little, but its not the end of the world. I'll move on to college, to real life. But the memories will never die.

Memories like what were made yesterday. I can't let myself forget about those. That's kind of what this blog is for, now that I think about it. It's not because I want to share my experiences with people; it's just because I want my memories to be written down, because I'm afraid of forgetting things. Having this blog makes me a little more secure in the knowledge that one way or another I'll still remember these days like it happened just yesterday, even 20 years down the road.

Whose Trip Was It Anyway?

2008-09-27T23:02:00.000-07:00

Seattle. The great city of the great Northwest. How I love thee, traffic jams and all.

I have just returned from one of the greatest day-trips of all time. I found out how truly amazing my phone is, and just how damn annoying I can be.

Anyway, I started my day by being woken up by Erika who was spending the night, and then taking a shower. Same as any ordinary day. Then we had breakfast, Erika and I goofed off, then we were off to the races. Ahem, I mean, to take Erika home and then hop on the freeway south. So, we did.

Blah blah blah, long boring car ride...okay, so it wasn't as boring as usual. I didn't bring any CDs, so my only background noise was static. Chhhhhchchchchc....you get the picture. I did however, have my camera phone. Boy, did I find a lot of photo opportunities today. Saw a few nice cars on the way down there. Saw a Ferrari that I wasn't able to get a picture of (for OBVIOUS reason.), a Jeep with no doors, and a few oldies. Plus an old, rusty-mobile on a trailer going north. Heh.

Once we got to Seattle, we headed towards Uwajimaya, a Japanese market in the International District. To put it simply, Uwajimaya rocks my socks. We spent at least an hour there whilst I looked around, marveled at soy sauce with my dad, and bad-mouthed Hello Kitty. I went broke.

Then came the search for dinner. Nothing came of it in I.D. We got Starbucks, though, but were served by a rather incompetent barista-boy. They were out of Italian Soda, basically. Pleh. Moved on.

We ended up by Pike Place Market, and found our dinner at a little Japanese sushi place (exactly what we were searching for, but never found in the I.D. because the only one there was closed down). It was rather pricy for the meal we ordered, but we got the full deal. Miso soup, various sushi, drinks, and a nice green tea ice cream for dessert. Mmm. =] Also, our cook was very friendly. We actually sat at the bar right in front of the kitchen, and you can see them making your food. We chatted with the cook most of the time, and then he very kindly made me a little mouse out of what I think was a lime? I'm not sure, but I took a picture. It was green and cute. ^_^

After that we headed to the Moore Theatre for the show at 7. By this time I was rather excited. I had hoped our seats would be at the front of the balcony at least but...we had the nosebleed seats. Blargh.

It was simply an AMAZING show, however. I could hardly see with my blur-o-vision glasses, but, I saw everything I wanted to see. Jeff Davis, mmm...the moment he walked on stage, I squeed. Then, toward the end during Greatest Hits, he and Chip were doing a bit and they turned all sexy on us...Jeff tore off his jacket, rolled up his pant legs and exposed his purple stripe socks. I swear I could have melted into a puddle right then and there. And even earlier than that whilst they were doing a bit where they have audience members come up and move the performers around, the guy moving Jeff had him waving his arms up high and his shirt just sort of...up. You know. I totally died. (Yes, I know, I'm such an uber-obsessed little fangirl. I can't help it if he's so sexy.)

I managed to record nearly the entire show, except for a tiny bit of Greg Proops' at the beginning. Meh. I don't care, I got the rest. Especially everything with Jeff. ^_^ I just don't know if you know, I wasn't supposed to record it or not but ah, no one said anything so...shhhh, don't tell! ^^;;;

So, now, I'm finally home, and god am I tired. I have many pictures to upload from the day, and actually some from yesterday at the LARP with Erika that I never got to. Yes, yesterday night was also simply amazing. As my Friday nights usually are. I'm really looking forward to the next time I get to go to Seattle, for whatever reason it may be. And I know now that, no matter what, I am moving to Seattle as soon as I possibly can. I'm in love. Seattle stole my heart and won't give it back.

<3

Pain, blah blah blah

2008-09-21T21:36:00.000-07:00

Randomly, I seem to be in terrible pain. Actually it seems to be happening a lot randomly. Ow. The pain from days of old, where my ankle would pop when I'd move or my back would hurt so bad I could do no more than lay face down on my bed and mumble into my pillow. Ugh. I'm NOT old, but some days I feel like it.

Besides pain, there's the other kind of pain, the pain of finding out that my senior project advisory board SUCKS hardcore. I mean, I have one of the assistant principals on my project board, damn it! And then the crazy French teacher and the evil choir teacher that everyone hates. Could this be any harder?

At least there's a bit of refuge from the storm of hate; I went to the mall with Erika last Sunday (I know, delayed update but it seems I forgot. Heh.) and we tried on dresses. The only one that actually fit me was...clam-shell thing. I'm not going to explain. It was pink and...clammy looking. That's all you need to know. Then there was Tuesday which I've already posted about, along with pictures. And the rest of the week..well, was just the same old thing. I was glad to have Friday off, though, and I slept in a good deal. Good way to end the week.

This week, however, does not look so promising. Its a Blue week (Monday / Wednesday / Friday are all Blue days, so its predominantly Blue) so I'm not too excited about it, but I guess we'll see where we end up. Goodnight.

The Great Mini-Adventure

2008-09-16T22:32:00.000-07:00

School is not even worthy of this post. No, today, the evening was where its at.

Sarah tells me Ray wants to go to Deming along the Nutsack River. Erm, I mean Nooksack. Anyway, then I get home and I get a call from him. "Let's go!" he says. As usual, always enthused. That's not to say that I wasn't too, though.

And they get here, we pick up Andy, and we're off. Long boring car ride, lots of bumps later, we're there. And we proceed to...drive through the river. Yes, THROUGH. It was just some of the shallow-er areas, nothing too bad...except for one spot where the water was all the way up the hood. Where we also managed to get stuck.

Though, despite the bumpiness, it was all very well fun. There was a fire, there were lots of rocks...great picture opportunities which, if I'd had my digital camera along with me, I would have taken better advantage of. Oh well, I still got camera-phone pictures. They're on my Flickr (which is the photo stream on the right. over there. yes. see it?). Check 'em out.

See, THIS is what senior year is all about. Having fun and goofing off with friends, miles away from home where no one cares but you and the fish you fumigate with Jeep exhaust...

Mondays, As Usual

2008-09-15T16:30:00.000-07:00

Yet another Monday survived. How many more Mondays are there in this school year? Can I make it through them all? Well, I've been through the last few okay, so I suppose so.

It's just blue days...blue days are shit. The only redeeming fact is that I have an open first period. Woot @ sleeping in. But, then there's English and economics, and on top of that, manual labor...I mean advanced horticulture...blech.

And, it all just goes to hell when you have a pedophile substitute who makes you continue to trim blackberry bushes all the way down just to have an excuse to watch you bend over.

Sometimes, I swear the school spends money hiring the wrong people, whilst trying to save money firing good people. Sigh.

Another dreadful fact is that tomorrow, there is a senior class meeting about the culminating project at 1:45. Not only is the whole thing frightfully boring-sounding, it's also going to cause me to miss a lot of my favorite class: creative writing. You take that pleasure away from me, and you can rest assured I will hurt someone.

Well, I better get used to losing the things I take pleasure in...pretty soon, I'm going to have to be forced to get my license and drive; that means no more bumming rides from people and generally spacing on the ride to/from places. I'm going to have to get a job and that means no more lazy days sleeping all the time and watching Top Gear. And I'm going to have to work to keep my grades up or I won't get into Western, let alone ANY of the colleges I want to go to. My cumulative GPA is so low, with my senior year GPA at 4.0, its still only 3.06...scratch that, even.

I go to check my grades, and to my horror my English teacher has updated - now, I have 2 classes out of 8 up, and my cumulative GPA is, thanks to my current D in English, 2.72. Great. That's a real confidence boost. If only there were some way to go back and fix your grades from the past 3 years...

Any one know how to build a time machine?

Short And Sweet: Weekend Update #1

2008-09-14T00:05:00.000-07:00

This weekend, so far, has been uneventful. I should be getting in driving practice, but I am not. I should be doing homework, but I haven't even looked at my school stuff since 2:30 Friday afternoon.

All I've done is argue with my dad, break and fix a few things, peel potatoes, and sleep.

I hope the weekends of senior year to come will be more eventful. If I count Fridays after school as part of the weekend, then it was eventful. But I want the entire weekend to not be so...boring.

Fridays, I look forward to. Saturday and Sunday, I sleep. Must...stop...doing...that...

Make Life Harder Than It Already Is

2008-09-10T19:19:00.000-07:00

To add to my already quick-filling plate, I now have to do 15 hours of community service and write two essays. No, I don't feel obliged to explain what for. If you're that insanely curious, ask. But, anyway, that's on top of the other things I've got to do, such as developing a character and memorizing lines for theatre, writing my short story for creative writing, researching colleges for English, researching the history of aquaculture, and explaining something about the impact of something for economics. Most of this, I have to do tonight.

I probably won't be getting much sleep.

And tomorrow is picture day. I'm going to look like a zombie. No worries, at least it isn't my yearbook photo. Just the photo for my ASB card. Pfff, no biggie.

Oh, and then I was stranded at school today. I was supposed to get a ride from my friend, but she had to take her mom to work - and didn't tell me until later. So I bummed around school for, like, an hour, and then ended up going back to another friend's house. Her mom took me home. And I felt bad, because I was almost late for this thing I had to go to with my dad. Ugh.

And now my stomach is roiling in protest of the fact that I refuse to eat tonight. Sigh. Am I ready for another day of school? No, I don't think so...not even a month in, and senioritis is already starting to take over...

My Alarm Was In Ninja Mode This Morning

2008-09-08T20:25:00.000-07:00

Today started out just as my school days of old, aka most of the last 3 years of high school. I woke up fifteen minutes before I had to leave. "Bloody hell, why didn't the alarm go off!?" But me being me, I was up and dressed in less than ten minutes. I'm just used to it, I guess...

Anyway, surprisingly I was looking forward to school today, for two reasons: theatre, and creative writing. No, I wasn't disappointed, for once. Well, that might be twisting the truth. Theatre was awesome as usual, up until the point we stopped playing improv games and had to find a partner, find a scene from a play in the book, and start memorizing the lines to perform that scene. No, I do not like performing scenes from books, and no, I do not like partnering up in theatre because I generally get stuck with somebody that doesn't like me. Just like this time. Sigh.

Then we move on through the day, boring class number one and even more boring class number two (ag science and aquaculture, respectively), and finally I'm at creative writing. And the first thing Mr. Peters has us do is...doodle. Whilst listening to some weird music that I know he likes because it was presumably his iPod he was playing it from. Anywho, we doodle for two songs, then we show off the doodles. Or rather, he does, trying to figure out...double ew tee eff they are. That doesn't work. Moving on, we discuss homework and then he gives us more. And for some reason I cannot fathom, I ended up lingering around after the bell talking to him. I don't know why I do that - but I think that classroom is like a magnet for me. Odd.

The highlight of today, however, was bringing my camera and letting loose the dogs of photography upon the unsuspecting students of my school. And my friends. I took some rather, er, interesting photos, and some are more like "attempts" at photos and look more like alien blobs. I'm sorry, I didn't know those people didn't photograph well!

I'm rather glad this year is going slow to start. Last year things were already falling apart before school was even a couple months in. This year, though; this year things are going to be different, I can tell. And this year is going to be difficult, and fun all at the same time.

There's not a moment I don't look forward to, though. Bring it on.

Another Sleepless Night (more like not wanting to sleep)

2008-09-08T00:34:00.001-07:00

As a very certain result of boredom, and blog envy, I have created this. Also, I want a fresh place to blog about my journey into true adulthood. No more LiveJournal blogging, which was just me complaining about life. No, this will have real substance. Hopefully people will find a reason to read it and keep reading it. I know I can write, and I know I can write well enough to ensnare readers and have them begging for more. Maybe I can finally do that with non-fiction.

We'll see. It's now Monday and of course, this is a school day. I would blog about the last 3 days of school, which was the beginning of senior year, but I haven't much to say.

Okay, I lie. I do have a lot to say. I'll try to keep this short as I can, since I tend to ramble. The very first day(s) of my final year of school was rather interesting. For the very first time, I am completely happy with my schedule and it does not require any changing. Interestingly, I don't like my classmates much. Only in a precious few classes. Otherwise, its all about my teachers - none of them are batty like last year's English hag.

Above all, however, I'm looking forward to my theatre class because that's where I really shine. That, and creative writing, and both have the potential to turn out amazing, or equally, devastating. I hope for my sake, not the latter.

Now, the most curious thing about this year seems to be the fact that the freshman have managed to get smaller, and they now resemble elementary schoolers rather than 9th grade hooligans. The fact they still act like elementary school kids doesn't help, either. All in all, I'm going to avoid them at all costs, excluding the (thankfully) few classes I'm forced to be around them in.

To wrap things up, this is indeed going to be an interesting year. ASB card pictures are on Thursday, then I have my actual senior yearbook photo on the 26, and sometime this spring I'll be getting my professional senior pics done. I intend to join FFA if I can, and anime club, and, schedule permitting, possibly GSA. (Gay Straight Alliance) And maybe, just maybe, I'll have a glimmer of hope at getting my license. Not likely, though, seeing as how I failed more than miserably when I tried last time. We'll find out on the 19.

But for now, I think the fancy, huge great blue thing behind me that is commonly referred to as a bed is calling my name. I must answer...