I have been gone.... but now, I is back.

Okay, so after a long time of being gone... I EXIST AGAIN!!!
But only for a short time, because.... *drumroll*
I have another project in the works!
It's another blog. This one is almost completely devoted to art and writing.
www.inkedtolife.blogspot.com
It's a work in progress, but I'm hoping to get a following. ^^ So please, check it out, comment, and critique.
ALSO, on a side note, I do have another blog going- www.freetogeek.blogspot.com
Unfortunately, it's been hard to keep up with... (as is everything, eheheh) but I would like to turn it into something bigger... it IS extremely nerdy, so... I'm searching for fellow nerds to co-author it and keep up with it when I fail.
(...yes, I fail. But I am at piece with my failing. so it's okay.)

...neep.

In case you're wondering, no, I don't think neep is a word. But hey. It sounds nifty.
SoOoOoOo... I've been doing track. As everyone probably knows. And guess what? I HAVE ANOTHER GREAT INJURY STORY FOR YOU!
SOOOOO...
We run laps around the inside of the school to warm up, right? And my knee is supremely messed up. But we all know that story. Impaled it years ago, yada yada. SO. I am running said warm up lap, yes? And everything is oh so very hunky-dory. And yes. I really did just say hunky-dory. DON'T JUDGE ME.
THEN... lo and behold, out of the blue, someone calls my name. I turn my head to try and find out who it is, and then, lo and behold... I run smack dab into a doorway.
And stumble sideways into a trash can.
Jacob Mancell (if he saw, heaven forbid) is never, ever gonna let me live this down.
I'm going to go and... sit in a corner now.

Slam Poetry

This is a slam poem that I appreciate, at least. I think it's EXTREMELY well done... and it made me laugh. Enjoy. ^^

Brave New Voices: Mike
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*ahem* so... I am an idiot...

So, it's the new year now. Hurrah. But that has nothing to do with anything.
What I would REALLY like to tell you is how stupid I am.
Yes. This is voluntary. I am VOLUNTARILY telling you I am an idiot.
Sooooo...
Today!
I went to school. Just for the heck of it, I wore a skirt. Not really a winter skirt. A little short for that. But, alas, a skirt all the same. This was not problematic until... after school. Ish. You see, my teacher allowed me to keep my track stuff in her room for the day, correct? Well, when I go to pick it up, the room is very.
Very.
Locked.
So... That's pretty much it for track today. I obviously can't run, wearing wedge heels and all. Glory halleluja.
BUT!
My ride to school is also my ride home on Track days. Only aforementioned ride to school didn't even pick me up this morning, not to mention call to say he wasn't going to show. So, in addition to being thirty minutes late to first period, I am now stuck at school, all lonely-like, with no way to get home.
So around 2:30 I am bored out of my MIND. Now, previously I have just walked home when this happens. It's a pretty good walk, yes, and takes me about... Oh, almost an hour. So, with no options, really, I start to walk.
Have you ever walked for an hour in thirty degree weather?
In a skirt?
And high heels?
I think that my knee socks might have saved me from needing my legs amputated.
It was COLD. And MISERABLE. When I got home, I felt HORRIBLE. And then, guess what?
Mom came home from work early. If I had just called HOME, she probably could have picked me up.
Yeeeah.
So, I'm pretty sure I'm sick now. I have a headache, I'm stuffed up, and every time I walk around it's like my brain is stuck in permanent vertigo. You know, where you see splotches and feel like you're walking sideways.
I am an idiot.
So there.

Almost New Year's...

Uuuuuum... so christmas is OVER!
It... was fun.
Sooo... yeeeeah.
However, it is New Year's Eve day, so let us focus on that, shall we?
Or the lack of excitement therof?
Am I the only one who isn't excited for New Year's? Ever? I don't know why... but it's just like... 'I stayed up all night! And now I'm tired! WHOO! *blast of confetti*'
Except for sparkling cider. Sparkling cider is goooood, man.
So are chocolate pretzels.
...
I'm hungry.
ANYWAY...
Ima in Idaho right nao. (That says 'now', and yes, that was intentional. I'm not stoopid) It is snowing, but it's probably snowing at home too, so no biggie.
I also happen to have the hiccups.
QUESTION: When you play the license plate game (where you hit someone for every double numbers you see, out of state plates, ect.) what do you do when you're out of state? Does your car count as 'out of state' cuz you're somewhere else? Or not?
Just curious.
Off to eat pretzels.
Happy New Year.
*confetti*

~Le-sigh~

It's been a rough week. So, like all amazing quick fixes, Ima not gonna talk about it! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
...on that note...
I really want spaghetti. Will someone mail me spaghetti? that would be nice. Thank you.
OHOHOH!
THANKSGIVIIIIIIIIIING!
It's coming up! And I have no school for the rest of the week! YAY!
...and did you know that Thanksgiving is in October in canada?
I only know this because of my friend Rachel, who lives there...
I've never been to Canada.
But I'd like to
Maybe.
Actually, send me somewhere warm, like fiji. No, wait, not Fiji. Send me to Cali. But in a nice part. Preferably with minimal traffic.
... It's amazing how I can talk about nothing, isn't it? *eyebrow raise*

... *twitchtwitch*

And... snapples! Here I am again!
So... in my government class... we learned about...
*drumroll*
Cow tipping.
Why, do you ask? Well, my teacher comes from Minnesota (I can't spell worth a darn)and went to, and I quote: "Moo U." so we got to learn about the fine art of sneaking up on large mammals and scaring them out of their wits. His advice? 'Push them over, run like hades, avoid cow pies. They're lethal.'
Gee. Thanks, Mr. B. I'll be sure to remember that.
Now that that's out of the way... to what I actually wanted to talk about!
I HATE SHOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(insert more exclamation marks here)
I had to get four today. (Refer to 'Registration' entry for even more ranting fun) My entire left arm... is sore and useless. Teh pain. Teh horrible pain.
And I almost passed out afterwords. Thank you anemia. The nurse first noticed when she gave me the menengitis one, looks away, looks back, and says 'Uh-oh,(NOT one of the top ten things you wanna hear from someone who's poking you with sharp objects) you're really bleeding.'
Yes. I was. Then I stood up, went white as a sheet, sat down, and had apple juice forced down my throat for the next twenty minutes.
But hey. At least I won't get deathly ill, right?
Right?