Teeth of wisdom

I got my wisdom teeth out today.

Before you start thinking "Unicorn After" on me, I did not rap about Jesus.

(Though that would've been super cool)

I'm more wondering how that girl managed to speak so well with the gauze in her mouth, and judging by how numb my mouth was, she must've bitten her tongue or cheek a couple of times.

Anyway. For those who haven't gotten yours out yet, let me describe it.

When you first get there, you'll probably wait for a bit in the waiting room (of course, haha) and then you'll be called in to one of the rooms. The nurse lady will ask a couple questions about allergies and meds you take and then she'll explain what all will happen.

She should take your blood pressure and then start hooking up the electrode monitor for your heart. Then she'll put on the oxygen mask that will also give you the laughing gas when it comes closer to starting the surgery.

The anesthesiologist person will come in and hook up your IV. If you've had your blood drawn before, it's a poking feeling and then a little irritating/discomforting, but it won't be for long. After that, they'll give you the laughing gas and the IV drugs. They also gave me a sugar-water mixture in the IV, but I'm not sure if that's normal procedure or if they did it for me because I'm diabetic.

You'll black out pretty fast once the drugs start pumping. The surgery should take around 30 to 40 minutes, but when you're out, it'll feel closer to a couple seconds. When I first came to, I kinda went back under for a couple minutes and then woke up again. They didn't seem too concerned about it, so I think that's relatively normal. I feel exhausted afterwards but not in pain. The nurse waited till I didn't feel nauseous or anything, had my dad pull up the car and helped me into the car. That's when I started feeling really tired. I slept the way home, other than mumbling at my dad to get me a chocolate frosty.

When I got home, I took out my gauze and ate my frosty- though I was too numb to actually taste it. I thought I could feel a little pain, but it wasn't terrible. I replaced my gauze and I slept for about an hour and a half.

Then it really hurt. I woke up and realized it hurt like a you-know-what. I took out the gauze, practically screamed, then put more gauze in. I crashed on our couch and walked tv while icing my cheek. The nurse said to alternate 20 mins on and 20 mins off, but I just did what felt good- didn't go by actual time increments. I made sure not to keep it on for long periods of time though, because it really didn't feelthat good.

The bleeding stopped (to the point where I could stop using the gauze) at about 6- like 5 hours after the surgery. They said to start soaking the gauze in ice water if it doesn't stop after 4, but I didn't and it was fine. lol.

So now I'm still icing my cheek and every once and awhile I'll eat some pudding or drink water, but even that hurts so I have a feeling I won't be eating much the next week.

Anyway, that's how it went!

They say you've got to lose a couple fights to win

It's hard to tell from where I'm sitting

A Slight Figure of Speech

I am very tired.

But relatively pleased.

I had Blazer production night tonight and sold an ad. :) WOOT!

Then I went to the barn and soaked Rainy's hoof in epsom saltwater. ICK.

(But she's getting much better, thank goodness.)

And then I went to the YMCA and exercised with Sara Helen Plensdorf. TIRED!

We did the treadmills, the bikes, part of the lift-y machine-a-majigs, and then finished with the ellipticals, which sucked hardcore. But I felt fit!

And then I came home and ate ice cream. :/

Bwahahaha, blogging at school. :) Not that it matters, because NO ONE'S ON BLOGGER ANYMORE! THANKS A LOT GUYS! D:<

"You say go slow, I fall behind."

First- the cat [Tally-wa]. Check her out on facebook.

Second- the horse. doing better.

Third- Mumford & Sons

Fourth- Noah Jones, Time After Time

<3

mmrph

Whenever I'm texting someone, I always want to add some sort of awkward noise at the end. Like URGGH, or AHGHHGHGH, or maybe even PSHT! But I never know how exactly I should spell such word in a way that they could understand what I mean.

I hate that.

So usually I just put 'grr', which is overrated and overused, and I dislike it. Occasionally I'll put 'argh', or 'ugh', but they just don't convey the same message as NURGHHHH!

I'm also slightly concerned that if I used such noise text, they would think I just fell down a flight* of stairs, or turned into a zombie, or perhaps nailed my hand to tree. None of which has happened to me...
yet. Knock on wood.
Anyhow, I think I'm going to go change my background/template thing, cos I'm a little sick of the birds.

*Why why why is it called a flight of stairs? It's literally begging people to fall down them. Sigh.

the coming fall

The first day of school.

I'm not even going to describe it- if you are to the point where you need someone to do that, I've lost hope. But really. Where did summer go?

Ah well.

I welcome fall with open arms.

I brushed my dog's teeth today.

It took about a half an hour.

She doesn't like toothbrushes.

She doesn't like toothbrushes at all.

Sigh.

In other news, I'm going on vacation tomorrow to Monday- woot!

I start school & work on Tuesday. Yay for fall.

A New Be[nto]ginning

So, I'm not sure if any of y'all have heard of bento- it's from Japan, and it's a way of packing a lunch. [Pretty much] I discovered http://www.anotherlunch.com/ and read her entire blog. Realized that bento is pretty flippin cool, as is Melissa. :) She inspired me to purchase some fake bento boxes while at Walmart today & give bento a try. If I seriously like it, I might look into purchasing some actual bento boxes via the internet. Anyhow, the horse day camp for the little kiddies starts tomorrow, and since I'm helping out, I need to bring a lunch. So just now, I buckled down and made my first bento box. :D Remember I have next to no clue what I'm doing, so check out anotherlunch for the real scoop on bento & let me know what you think.


Without further ado, my first bento lunch:

Alright, so starting on the top left and working our way down...

-Turkey & swiss on a fresh baguette roll

-Baby carrots

-Fiber chocolate bar

-Strawberries

-Lemon cake w/strawberries

-Swiss cheese dino

Who's amazing? Me.

<3>

PS: My riding instructor, Laura, had her daughter a few days ago. Baby McKenna has serious heart problems & was rushed into emergency surgery today. Please pray for her & keep her in your thoughts.

well, sorry i guess

alright, you want real. here's the real life thing-

i'm not more important than you.

you're also not more mature than me. i know you feel like it, but honestly? guess what i'm tired of.

people posting stuff on the internet instead of talking to me.

i'm not mad. i'm just frustrated.

i wasn't dissing you, or your extracurricular activities;
i was being a teenager and joking around. if you can't handle that...
i'm sorry. i guess i'll stop.

whatever. i guess i'm done. i'm sorry, people.

i'm not perfect. not even close.

Rent

Rent.

You should watch it.

something to think about.

http://chaospet.xanga.com/730475550/the-official-guide-to-arguing-with-atheists/

Something to think about.

I'm not an antheist though- I'm agnostic in a way. I can't no for sure what's out there, so I choose to just chill until there's some proof on either side. It might be an enternity of wait. I'm okay with that, I think. Atheism is just another assumption, and you should know what happens when you assume things.

you make an ASS out of U and ME.

Anyway. I'm not one to argue about this, especially because I have friends who are deeply relgious, but I think we can all learn from reading the above link, simply because a lot of it rang true to me.

As of 2007, 18.4 % of single-bias hate crimes [out of 7621] were motivated by religious bias.
As of 2007, 1477 hate crimes were reported to be motivated by religious bias.

Something to think about.

IT WON'T HAPPEN TO ME

It won't happen to me.
It can't happen to me.

That's what so many teenagers think about so many things. [don't worry, nothing bad has happened to me.] About sex, about drinking & drugs, about the decisions they make.

Don't be another statistic. Don't have sex unless you're ready, and if you're ready, be safe. Don't drink underage. If you do, be smart about it. Don't drink & drive. Don't do pot, don't do heroin, or cocaine. Don't get addicted to shit that will kill you. Cigarettes count.

And for the love of god, if you are responsible for a pet [be it a snake, a dog, or a horse], keep it safe. Keep it happy. Specifically for horses, don't overestimate what your horse can do, don't push your horse too far. Be happy that you can own one of these beautiful animals. Don't overestimate what you can do either. Keep yourself safe as well.

Be smart. Be safe. Love yourself. <3

Queen Latifah is a boss

Stranger Than Fiction
Last Holiday
Beauty Shop

My favorite movies with Queen Latifah. She is a mofo BOSS. Quotes? Hell yes.
"What are we doing here? I don't even think we're supposed to be in here." QL
"You told me I need visual stimulation."
"Yeah, I meant a museum or something." QL
"I don't need a museum. I need the infirm."
"You ARE the infirm." QL

"I read this, in this fantastically depressing book, that when you jump from a building, it's rarely the impact that actually kills you."
"Well, I'm sure it doesn't help." QL

"I will gladly and quietly help you kill Harold Crick." QL
"And this coming from from someone who's never thought of leaping off a building."

"And I suppose you smoked all these cigarettes?" QL
"No, they came pre-smoked."

"You wait and you wait for somethin' big to happen...and then you find out you're gonna die." QL

"What world was I living in?" QL

"I spent my life living in a box. I don't want to be buried in one." QL

"You are going to fall flat on your ass."
"Well I got some cushion. Wanna kiss it? I didn't think so." QL

"You know what, you could be black, white, ghetto past, no ghetto past, ain't nobody using the N word up in here, and no bitches and hoes either, except for the ones that don't tip." QL

"Vanessa, do these pants make my ass look big?" QL
"Yeah, they do."
"Good." QL

"Alright, anybody else leavin'? Because this white bitch is stayin." QL

ily <3

stuff to do

God I'm tired. Very rarely do I pull allnighters. They're really fun & worth it in the end, but damn. I'm freakin exhausted. I don't even feel like going to the barn. [Yet.] But here's my To Do list for the next few days:
[ ] Get out to the barn at least 3 times
[ ] Pack for Higgins Lake.
[ ] Pack for horse show.
[ ] Possibly get permit before leaving for Higgins Lake.
[ ] Have fun at Higgins Lake
[ ] Use sunscreen.
[ ] Come home in time to ride again.
[ ] Prep for show [Rainy & me]
[ ] Have a sucessful show.

It's gonna happen. Stay tuned. <3

Guess what? I'm fantastic, that's freakin what.

Yep. That's pretty much it.

Actually, there's more. There's quotations!
"The ironic thing about naming our group HAM- Helen's cat is named Pig."
"That black man is black. You're a black man."
"EWWW! Look at his nose!"
"Is he going to RAPE her?"
"Don't ask me questions I don't know the answers to!"

"Is it even possible to eat an ice cream cone without looking sexual?"
*Helen tries*
"There, I did it!"
"Uh, no."

"My leg is spasming!"
"Well look. Now you've killed her."

"Hey guys...are you awake?"
"Well, I am now."
"Will come pee with me?"
"NO."

"I've never really like jelly doughnuts, but one sounds really good right now."

"Can I see your horse's teeth please?"
"Uh, sure." *thinks* 'How am I supposed to open her mouth without her biting me?'

"He asked to see her teeth so I tried but it was so slobbery..."
"Why did he ask you do that?"
"I don't know! THERE WAS SO MUCH PRESSURE!"

Some are from horse shows, other from my non-horse friends.

Ah, my great friend the thunderstorm.
BOOM. CRASH.
Oh yes. I love it. Rain is fantastic, especially since it's been humid for the past bajillion days. Hopefully it'll cool down now.
iloveyouguys.

Bwahhahahaha, summer has finally hit me. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I'm so excited for these last two horse shows, especially the one in August cos I get to [FINALLY!] do my second dressage test. And Rainy and I are finally working in a snaffle instead of the gawd-awful double-reined 'Wonder'bit. Everything's going well- even cantered in the snaffle! Felt so much more comfortable than in the double-reins.

We're set to go to Higgins Lake in like a week and a half, which I'm super excited for too. Except no Oscoda this year. :( I will miss the sesame chicken. But hopefully next summer we'll go.
Oh! Story time.
So every year, my dad's side of the family always goes to Higgins Lake- it's like our tradition, started forever ago by my now-deceased grandma. So we've rented several different houses/cabins on the lake, and now we go with my aunt's family for three days. It'll be wicked fun. We use their boat and go fishing and tubing, and then we'll go Jet-sking around. Except my cousin goes super fast and scares the sh*t out of me. But whateves.

So excited.
Look out world, summer has officially landed!
<3

Driver's Ed

I suppose it's my turn to talk Driver's Ed. So far, I've logged 10 hours of class time- will it ever end? [NO] I've driven on the road twice so far, once in the suburbs [which I greatly dislike cos of all the parked cars and the fact that a child or a dog could run out at any second] and once on the country roads [which is really easy]. I've done the range once, and we're going back out tomorrow.

Let me explain what range is. In our hugenormous student parking lot, they set up a bunch of cones and stuff, and you do patterns and practice parellel parking and such. It's pretty boring. The first [and only] time we did it, we drove from one end to the other, backed from one end to the other, serpentined through the cones forward, then serpentined through the cones backward, then did follow the leader, except I didn't get to drive so it was pretty boring.

But I didn't knock over any cones! Yay!

I pretty much love driving. I hate the class part though, because all we learn is...
wait, do we even learn anything?

<3

So I got a question- do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement?

Uh, no. Cos my basement is SUPER gross. It's not a finished basement, so it's all moldy and cold and just plain EW. But anyway- Your Love Is My Drug, by Ke$ha, is totally stuck in my head, and while that makes sense for the simple reason of me listening to it almost constantly, it also makes sense because it's true for me.

I'm not the typical teen who thinks she's in love, but I am the teen who likes this one guy for *about* four years now- this fall will be three years. Pathetic? HELL TO THE YES!

Sorry. Just me beating myself up. Slamming my head into a brick wall, etc. I do that WAY too [should that have the extra 'o'? I have no clue, and googling it makes me feel dumb] often. Blah.

In short- I hate liking a total flirt, because I have no idea if he actually likes me, or if I'm just another girl to play games with.

[For those who read the last post- yes, I've calmed down.]

Last weekend, I was chilling at my cousin's house, sampling Sunkist's Sparkling Lemonade (if you haven't heard/tried it, do so immediately, it's fantastic) and listening to crappy music while my younger cousin (she's three years younger than myself and my male cousin, therefore wayyy uncool, right?) was being weird. It's like her occupation- do weird shit. Like attempt to skateboard in their carpeted basement and not expect to fall. Or trip over her dog. Or suddenly realize, in a lake, that she can't touch the bottom, even though she's practically a fish.

Anyway. We were hanging out in the basement, me lamenting the fact that I just blew $100 on a new Ipod nano (split it with the pops, woot for parents) but it had no songs on it [I had literally just bought it on the way there], him getting pumped for the money he would recieve later on for his birthday and the party he was going to the next day with his friends. [He goes to a private school, and DAMN! those kids are loaded. I've seen pictures of houses that put MTV's Teen Cribs to shame.] Later we ventured up for food, and my aunt [not his mom, my other aunt] mentioned that she and my uncle were going out of town next week [now this week] and would my sister be interested in watering plants, refilling bird feeders, etc, while they were gone? Well, my sister works at Taco Bell and probably makes $5,000 a year, which as a just recently high school graduate, is pretty good in my opinion. She's still at home too, so no paying rent. Just gas.

I casually mentioned that big sis was awfully busy lately, but I was pretty free, and the mom or the pops could easily get me over to her house to do it. She, while a little skeptical of my plant watering ability, agreed.
Just a few days ago, I recieved her very detailed instructions. These intructions were listed for a full page and a half. I can condense them into:
-Water the flowers with the watering can by the hose
-Water the vegetables with the can or the bucket by the hose
-Replace the water for the stray cat
-Rinse and refill the hummingbird feeder
-Top off the mixed bird seed and replace the suet cakes if needed
Everything you need is in the garage, the door code is *numbernumbernumbernumber*, please shut off the water and shut the garage door when you're done.

Pretty simple right? And I only have to do this for three days- tonight, Thursday and Saturday. They'll be back Monday. Well, first off, she also mentioned that she'd leave my money for doing this in an envelope in the garage refridgerator. I'm not sure why she left it in the fridge, but to each their own. Secondly, I was expecting like 25-30 bucks sorta deal, since I really wasn't doing much- I wasn't feeding her dogs or walking them, since they were at a kennel- but I found inside the envelope sixty bucks.

Must be nice to not have kids, that's all I'm saying.
<3

The world's a b*tch.

Seriously? [First off, if you dislike rants, stop reading. You're in for a big huge rant.]
People are jerks! And rude, mean, disrespectful, assholes, asshats, the lowest of the low, etc. They are bitches.
I bring this up for a few reasons. First of all, there's a certain person I know who, whenever someone is less than perfect, deems themself worthy of reprimending that person. Now if you are a teacher, or an adult who is supposed to do this, I understand. But this person is not a teacher, nor an adult, and in fact shows quite a lot of immaturity. Yet they still try to act as if they are better than the rest of us. Not happenin. Especially because this person often turns right around and commits the same crime they just yelled at someone for doing. Hypocritical? Yes. Overly assertive? Yes. Appropriate? H*ll to the no.

The second reason is because I am an outspoken person at my high school. I have opinions, many of the 'popular' crowd don't appreciate them. And rumors get spread, denied and occasionally resurface, but the one thing is that these girls [read: sluts and whores] have the innate ability to piss me off, be a rude, slandering bitch, and then flip their hair, lie through their teeth and act like they're the best.
It really makes me want to Gibbs-slap the stick-up-their-*ss look off their face and scream.
But I restrain myself. Someday...
<3

Well, whoop de doo. It's Nancy Drew.

Why yes, yes it is! In fact, I'm practically always Nancy Drew- I rather enjoy being Nancy Drew.

She's smart, pretty, witty, is knowledgable about EVERYTHING, has an amazing boyfriend, has some swell best friends, can travel through time and not age at all, visit other countries at the drop of a hat, and is a decent cook.

Who wouldn't enjoy being Nancy Drew? But anyway, I'm here to review a Nancy Drew game, Stay Tuned for Danger, the second Nancy Drew game ever. So here we go! First of all, here's the outfit I created for this game:

Fantastic, no? Yes.

Now that you have my visual for the game, let's begin.

Summary:

You, as Nancy Drew (of course), are invited to stay with soap opera star Mattie Jensen so you can help figure out who's sending her co-star, Rick, threats. It's a rather snoozer of a summary, I'll admit, but keep going. In a few twisted turns of events, you'll become an extra and get to see (a little) of what goes on behind the scenes.

Characters: 5/10

Here's who's who

-Mattie Jensen: Your host, so to speak, the star of a soap opera and slowly recovering from a relationship with costar Rick, Mattie just seemed kind of flakey. Whenever you started to talk to her, she'd usually interupt, saying she needed to go over lines or needed to go to the studio. Frustrating? Oh yes.

-Rick Arlen: Good gosh, this man puts all men to disgrace. He's a bit of a jerk, and a player, but won't admit to either. He's the one recieving threats, and after meeting him, you'll understand why. Still, as Nancy, you have to help him. Ugh.

-Lillian Weiss: the director of the soap opera, she doesn't like you. Get used to it, there's one of these people in every game that you just HAVE to get angry. She'll get over it, don't worry.

-Dwayne Powers: A cheeseball, kind of fluffy character. And I don't mean fluffy like a delicious pastry filled with cream cheese and chocolate, and I don't mean fluffy like fat. I mean fluffy like poorly put together. You'll see what I mean if you play- he just seems...not there. I'm not sure if it was intentional or not.

-Millie Strathorn: The heir to the company producing the soap, Millie runs the prop room with an iron fist. She might have a prop facination, which now that I think about it, she pretty much does. Or maybe a riddle facination. Anyway, she's an odd. You don't really interact with her much (I think I talked to her once).

-Ralph!: The fluffy security guard. This time I mean fat. :) I love him simply because he always has a doughnut. Or a bagel. But I prefer to think that it's a doughnut.

Setting: 5/10

New York City should be fun. It should have awesome places to go. Instead, you have three places: Mattie's apartment, the broadcasting studio, and Dwayne's office. All of which are pretty boring.

Spooky factor: 1/10

Nonexistant. Except for the occasional creepy music, no scary parts at all.

Snooping: 10/10

It's pretty much all you do, but it's fun. :)

Graphics: 4/10

Sorry, HER, I know it's your second game. But it's only an improvement cos the characters are 3D now too.

Total: 5/10

Definitely not my favorite. It had it's moments where I thought it was getting better, but not really. The ending was super easy though, so if you panic at the end, do this one- I think I'm gonna say it's the easy ending of the games. I was a little disappointed by the culprit, and their motive. But whatevs. I'll say that for it's time, it was pretty awesome. But with newer games out, it's fading fast.

These are a few of my favorite things...

1. Favorite Way to eat cereal
This may be a weird way to start off a favorites list, but here we go. My favorite way to eat cereal is with a deep bowl, filled about halfway with cereal and slightly less with milk. I don't drink milk after I eat the cereal, so having less milk is imperative. Anyway, I also like eating cereal (or whatever food I'd need a spoon for) with a slightly larger than normal spoon. Like, larger than a normal spoon, but not a serving spoon. Does that make sense? On sugary cereals, like frosted flakes and fruit loops, which I don't really eat anymore, I just eat with milk, but with cereal like chex, I like putting bananas on top. Strawberries I'll eat along side my cereal, but not on top.

2. Favorite Ice Cream
I have several, actually. :)

1. Vanilla ice cream with caramel swirls and chocolate cone chunks. Mmmm.
2. Vanilla ice cream with hot fudge.
3. Moosetracks or Mackinaw Island Fudge- they rank about the same.
4. Vanilla ice cream with Hershey's chocolate topping.
5. Soft serve twist, dipped in a chocolate shell

I like a lot of other flavors, especially chocolate!

3. Favorite Vacation Place

Definitely either Florida or Higgins Lake- if we're talking within Michigan, Higgins Lake or Oscoda. Outside Michigan, Lido Beach, Sarasota Florida is fabulous around springtime.

4. Favorite Movie

1. Hidalgo
2. The Dark Knight
3. The Devil Wears Prada

5. Favorite Book

1. Harry Potter series
2. The Devil Wears Prada
3. Uglies, Pretties, and Specials
4. The Princess Bride
5. Jurassic Park

6. Favorite Food

I can't even begin.

7. Favorite Candy

This I can handle- gummy anything. Gummy bears, worms, octopuses, sour patch kids, etc. If not gummy candy, chocolate. Hershey's milk chocolate is the best!

8. Favorite Summer Activity

Going to the drive-in movies! Making a night of it- getting pizza for dinner, going to the movies, staying up all night talking- that's a great summer night.

9. Favorite Outfit

1. Long black leggings, blue peacock tee, black shrug, black high heels
2. Dark blue and white halter dress, white shrug, and white flipflops
3. Any tank top and shorts!

10. Favorite Animal

Horses, all the way. <3

Tonight, my dears, I say goodbye. The auditorium that once beckoned as my second home will likely never see me on stage again.

Why, you may ask?

Because I've quit orchestra. I'm still in the class, but next year I won't be back. And I'm done with theater. I don't have time. Dance? Quit that last year.

The barn is all that's left. But I'm not here to sob, say how much I've learned, and how I'll always miss the orchestra company.
But come awn. Tears? Wailing? NEVER.

All I have to say is this,
"Good luck. If you need me, I shall be in the barn."

Birds Are Dumb

My boyfriend and I have this conversation every time a bird almost gets run over.
"They're just so...stupid," he says, shaking his head.
"They're birds," I point out.
"But they're dumb. I mean," -he looks at me, how can I not understand this?- "they have the ENTIRE sky to fly in! WHY on EARTH would they choose to fly directly in front of my car, where they could die?"
I just laughed and admitted, yes, they're dumb, but hey. They're birds, with brains the size of a peanut. What else can you expect?
But now that I think about it, I understand why a bird would want to fly in front of a car. It's that rush of adrenaline, the thrill of a near death experience. They might live for four years, maybe only four days. Most of that is finding food for themselves and their children. And if that's all you were allowed to do, I wouldn't bet the farm, but maybe a cow or a pig that you'd look for an adventure too.
Another bird story- at the barn I board my love at (my horse, darling, don't be thinking I keep my boyfriend at a barn), in each field of horses, there is a tank of water. Several times, when filling these large tanks, we will find a bird floating in one. Disgusting? Very much so. Sad? More than a little. Understandable? A little bit.
Why, you may be asking. Risky, you're relating to birds. You might need to go to bed.
Well, other than the fact that I have homework I'm procrastinating from, bare with me. It'll all be somewhat more clear momentarilly.
Imagine, for a second, that your entire life you've never seen yourself. Sure, you might've glimpsed your arms or legs, but you've never seen yourself in a mirror or in a photo. Then, one day, just getting a drink of water, trying to go home to wife and kids, and you have to stop at the grocery store to get dinner, and you need to pick up the dry cleaning or your wife will make you sleep on the couch, and the kids will want a bedtime story and-
Suddenly, you see yourself. At first, you feel a little confused- are you seeing your brother? No, you tell yourself, I'm an only child. Your father? I'm pretty sure he's dead.
It's yourself. For the first time, you've seen yourself, and you become entranced, and then, suddenly, you need to see yourself closer, observe everything about yourself, and then...
*kerplunk*
It's kind of sad, really.
But maybe I should get to my homework.
~Risky Business~

Yesterday, I came home from school feeling downright awful. My stomach was queasy, I had a headache, and I could barely move without feeling like I was going to pass out. I popped two extra-strength Excedrin, drank two glasses of water, ate a sugar-free Popsicle, and did what everyone has to do sometimes-

I took a nap. I fell asleep sometime around 3, and slept for two hours. Around 5, I woke up, groggy and disoriented. I had that half-asleep feeling, you know? Where you're not quite awake yet, and you still have that warm, fuzzy sleep feeling? Yeah, I know. Greatest feeling ever, right?

Anyway, I glanced over at my clock, and noticed it read 5. Being half-asleep, I forgot I had laid down to nap and assumed it was morning. I had such a happy feeling- if it's 5 AM, I thought, I have another hour to sleep before getting up.

Around five seconds later, I realized it was actually 5 PM, and needed to get up to eat dinner and head to work. I overslept, in actuality, rather than underslept. Now, some people might get angry- pissy that they were late. But I simply shrugged it off. I just needed to get ready faster, and maybe eat dinner on the way instead of at home.

Overeaction just spawns anger and frustration.

Gossip, oh gossip.

Yes, it's high school. Yes, there's drama. Yes, I'm going to talk to people when I find something out.

But there wouldn't be any drama unless you tell me about it. Guess what? If you don't want anyone to think it's gossip, don't spread it like it is.

Just a little rant and a warning.

H/N

What's hot and what's not? A question that, I, Risky Business, is completely qualified to answer. And if you disagree? Well, you might end up in the not column next time...
Hot
-Glee- How can it NOT be hot? This show has awesome songs, cheesy lines, but overall is a fun watch and a great soundtrack. :)
-Gladiator Sandals- AH-dorable! Need I say more?
-Less casual dresses and skirts, but not super formal either- Everyone pulls out the flouncy dresses and skirts, but I happen to adore less casual skirts- more office type skirts, catch my meaning?
-Beaded and sequined skirts- American Eagle has a TON of these right now, and I'm loving them. They're a little on the expensive side, but totally worth it. Especially cute under vests.
Not
-Sweatshirt/Sweatpants- Seriously, girls, what's with the sweatsuits? WHAT IS WITH THE SWEATSUITS? Be feminine! Even some bootcut dark wash jeans won't kill you! Or a sweater, or a graphic tee...I'm not picky. Just sick of sweatsuits.
-Flipflops- Seriously, worn, dirty flipflops are not cute. Fashion flipflops, I can deal with. But seriously, if you want shoes that you don't have to wear socks with, then grab some cute sandals- like I said before, I'm in love with gladiator sandals.
-Twilight- SICK SICK SICK of it. I don't care if you like Twilight, but I'm sick of hearing about it.
-School- Enough said.

There you go, followers! What's hot and what's not.

Arguing with Religion

I am not a religious person. I doubt I will ever be a religious person- I'm just not that type of person. I once was Catholic, a long time ago, and far far away, now I'm agnostic. I'm rather certain in my uncertainty, and nothing you can say will change that. I've read the Bible, I went to church, and I've decided that in no way do I believe in a God. I'm perfectly content, in fact, to live my life god-less.
I can see you now, dear reader, looking at my words, squinting, perhaps, and saying all of your arguements for gods and such, but that not exactly why I'm here. I'm here, typing in my room, reflecting on the debate (read: arguement) I had with a fellow student in my math class. My friend, Sara and I were discussing my being agnostic, and a student behind us named Manny Torres (read: my biggest pain in the rear) overheard. Sara and I told him we didn't want to get into the religion talk- after all, it always ends with an over-pretentious person looking like a donkey, and neither Sara nor I wanted to be that person.
Manny insisted. The argument commenced. Oh, was it an argument. I suppose it was a bit more like a debate in the aspect that we weren't really angry at each other, we're both just awfully passionate about the topic. Anyway...
It was a rather loud discussion- thinking about it now, I'm surprised none of us were yelled at more than we already were, or thrown out. And, to Manny's credit, though I've heard him utter less than intelligent statements, he had fairly reasonable arguments. However, like most people (myself included), it was hard for him to see past the one thing he believes in. I'm not saying that's a bad thing- who knows, maybe my life would be better, easier, more fufilled, etc. if I had something like religion to believe in- but when you're trying to make an argument, this quality tends to dim any and all points you make.
Does that make sense? Ah well.
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Risky Business here- the eyes and ears of a semi-small, clique-ridden and drama filled high school in a small town obsessed with anything that isn't nailed down and half the stuff that is. Of course, what I report here won't change much of that, but maybe it'll open some eyes to just how full of horse manure we all are. I spend a good portion of my week shoveling that crap- I don't need any more of it.
Pictures and gossip, it'll be here alright. But more than just gossip, I'm going to work my hardest to bring you news- my school, group, friends, and relationships that I see going around me. This is risky business, darling- if I'm found out, it could mean the end of several things- this blog, your gossip stream, and, most importantly to me, any reputation I've managed to get over the past few years with these people will be flushed down the john. So, if you have news for me? Don't find me if person. Leave a comment. Please. And by the way? I might be into a little gossip-
but I never kissandtell.
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