You don't really realize how much you use your primary hand for until you have limited mobility in said hand.
Today, after my going-away dinner with family, I saw the neighbor kids on their ripstiks, so I got mine out (first to show my sister what they were) and decided to go ride with them.
Like five minutes after that, I fell going down a hill. I have scrapes, which I can deal with, but I also have a possibly-sprained, possibly-jammed wrist.
I no longer have the ability to rotate my hands as much as I could before.
I'm going to college to be a piano major on Sunday. Classes start a week and a day after that.
Why do I make poor decisions?
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Locks
My dad got me a computer lock for my laptop for when I go off to college.
I messed it up, and now we don't know what the combination is.
It's a 4-digit combination lock. There are 1000 possibilities.
Today, I heard the entire life story of C from Chi Omega at UNC-Charlotte. She was K's cashier at Victoria's Secret (I don't see WHY I couldn't go to FYE with F instead of stay with K as she picked out a bra and panties... I had absolutely no input on the subject whatever) and she decided to tell her friend at the register the story of how the boy she's in love with messaged her on facebook. Not her boyfriend, but the boy she's in love with. Anyway, they were both voted to have the best hair of their respective genders on campus, and so they're going to have fabulous-hair babies. He's blonde, and he's in a fraternity that I forget the name of, and she was REALLY excited about this message, and the fact that he asked for her number, and that he texted her.
It was quite entertaining.
My blog is officially one year old.
I messed it up, and now we don't know what the combination is.
It's a 4-digit combination lock. There are 1000 possibilities.
Today, I heard the entire life story of C from Chi Omega at UNC-Charlotte. She was K's cashier at Victoria's Secret (I don't see WHY I couldn't go to FYE with F instead of stay with K as she picked out a bra and panties... I had absolutely no input on the subject whatever) and she decided to tell her friend at the register the story of how the boy she's in love with messaged her on facebook. Not her boyfriend, but the boy she's in love with. Anyway, they were both voted to have the best hair of their respective genders on campus, and so they're going to have fabulous-hair babies. He's blonde, and he's in a fraternity that I forget the name of, and she was REALLY excited about this message, and the fact that he asked for her number, and that he texted her.
It was quite entertaining.
My blog is officially one year old.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
*sigh*
Although familiarity brings a great level of comfort, it also brings great awkwardness at times.
Although I will grow to miss such familiarity, at the moment I weary of some of its less-appealing aspects... like the awkwardness that a social event can take on when two of the people present are having relationship issues that are less-than-secret.
I need sleep.
Although I will grow to miss such familiarity, at the moment I weary of some of its less-appealing aspects... like the awkwardness that a social event can take on when two of the people present are having relationship issues that are less-than-secret.
I need sleep.
Monday, August 10, 2009
On Hell
Hell is McDonalds. With its overcrowdedness, long lines, less-than appealing food, and waiting THIRTY MINUTES for an iced mocha (while the masses of humanity pressed in on me with their greasy quarter-pounders with cheese and lukewarm apple turnovers) that ended up tasting like shit once I actually got it.
Oh, and they were out of napkins. We had to use industrial-size, poor-quality toilet paper.
Let me tell you exactly how well that cleans up a dropped cup of iced coffee, courtesy of my father.
I saw my little brother today for what is probably the last time before I go off to college.
I can't help but think that I've been to hard on him. I mean, God knows that he behaves SO inappropriately such a great deal of the time, so it's not like I'm not justified... but still.
As I saw him climb into that gray minivan, I couldn't help but watch through the blinds, seeing the woman who I have hated for so long... and yet I can't anymore. I look out, and I see her with him, and she clearly loves him. She wants what's best for him, she's just so misguided about it that she's bungling up so much. I can't help but feel sorry for her. As she stood there in her windbreaker and jeans, flipping her hair behind her... she's pathetic. She wants so badly to be significant. I just... can't say exactly what I feel about her, but it's not hate. I can't hate her when I see her.
I want a Steve.
AH it stopped. Make it go! It can't stop like that! NOOOOOOOO.
*ahem* I've kind of gotten into this webcomic that my friend J introduced me to.
Check it out.
http://www.khaoskomix.com/home.html
Oh, and they were out of napkins. We had to use industrial-size, poor-quality toilet paper.
Let me tell you exactly how well that cleans up a dropped cup of iced coffee, courtesy of my father.
I saw my little brother today for what is probably the last time before I go off to college.
I can't help but think that I've been to hard on him. I mean, God knows that he behaves SO inappropriately such a great deal of the time, so it's not like I'm not justified... but still.
As I saw him climb into that gray minivan, I couldn't help but watch through the blinds, seeing the woman who I have hated for so long... and yet I can't anymore. I look out, and I see her with him, and she clearly loves him. She wants what's best for him, she's just so misguided about it that she's bungling up so much. I can't help but feel sorry for her. As she stood there in her windbreaker and jeans, flipping her hair behind her... she's pathetic. She wants so badly to be significant. I just... can't say exactly what I feel about her, but it's not hate. I can't hate her when I see her.
I want a Steve.
AH it stopped. Make it go! It can't stop like that! NOOOOOOOO.
*ahem* I've kind of gotten into this webcomic that my friend J introduced me to.
Check it out.
http://www.khaoskomix.com/home.html
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Hmm.
I keep coming back to her poetry. I really want to take it and set it to music, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to do it justice, considering my complete lack of experience.
I really hope it works out that I get to see her before I leave.
I really hope it works out that I get to see her before I leave.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Banana Boats
Sometimes I say bad words. I'm sorry you have to find this out in such a way, but shit (gasp) happens.
I went on a banana boat ride today with my little brother, and I fell off twice. Despite this, it was actually pretty fun. But the second time I fell off, I was clinging to the handle while leaning sideways, trying to grip the thing with my knees, evidently cursing as I tried to pull myself back up.
I wasn't even really aware of it until after I fell off, as I was climbing back on, when my little brother asked me why I was saying bad words.
Of course, he told his mother... and Dad. Who just told me that I need to clean up my language, and that it's nothing to be proud of.
College will be here in nine days. College will be here in nine days. College will be here in nine days.
We ate at Abuelo's tonight! Turns out the one in Oklahoma isn't the only one that's out there.
I had the most amazing stuffed chicken medallions ever. And, of course, Tres Leches Cake.
I've actually made an effort to be in the sun this week. This is not my usual behavior. However, after seeing lots of people with blotchy skin, and hearing about N's melanoma patient... I'm a little bit paranoid. I've been very careful with sunscreen. I do have this nice little tan, though.
I don't really understand why everybody seems to think that being pale is a bad thing. I mean, I can understand not wanting to look like you've spent your entire life inside without ever having seen the sun, but I don't understand society's fascination with bronze skin. I mean, it's interesting, bu it's not necessarily more attractive than the skin complexion of, say, someone who lives in the arctic circle.
I'm reading a book called The Worldly Philosophers. OU sent it to me, and it's about the lives and ideas of the major philosophers from Adam Smith on. But here's the weird part... It's actually really interesting. I mean, I would have never thought that a book about economics would be so fascinating. I must say, though, that it isn't the typical beach read.
I went on a banana boat ride today with my little brother, and I fell off twice. Despite this, it was actually pretty fun. But the second time I fell off, I was clinging to the handle while leaning sideways, trying to grip the thing with my knees, evidently cursing as I tried to pull myself back up.
I wasn't even really aware of it until after I fell off, as I was climbing back on, when my little brother asked me why I was saying bad words.
Of course, he told his mother... and Dad. Who just told me that I need to clean up my language, and that it's nothing to be proud of.
College will be here in nine days. College will be here in nine days. College will be here in nine days.
We ate at Abuelo's tonight! Turns out the one in Oklahoma isn't the only one that's out there.
I had the most amazing stuffed chicken medallions ever. And, of course, Tres Leches Cake.
I've actually made an effort to be in the sun this week. This is not my usual behavior. However, after seeing lots of people with blotchy skin, and hearing about N's melanoma patient... I'm a little bit paranoid. I've been very careful with sunscreen. I do have this nice little tan, though.
I don't really understand why everybody seems to think that being pale is a bad thing. I mean, I can understand not wanting to look like you've spent your entire life inside without ever having seen the sun, but I don't understand society's fascination with bronze skin. I mean, it's interesting, bu it's not necessarily more attractive than the skin complexion of, say, someone who lives in the arctic circle.
I'm reading a book called The Worldly Philosophers. OU sent it to me, and it's about the lives and ideas of the major philosophers from Adam Smith on. But here's the weird part... It's actually really interesting. I mean, I would have never thought that a book about economics would be so fascinating. I must say, though, that it isn't the typical beach read.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Dumb
I've been very impressed with my noise-canceling headphones. They don't completely cancel the sound, but I didn't really expect them to. They muffled the extra noises very well. Well, imagine my surprise when I found the battery compartment today. I opened it, finding it to be completely empty.
That's right, I hadn't even turned on the noise canceling headphones. The only reason the sound was muffled was because the foam around them muffled it.
Yes, I am dumb. This may be as bad as the time I went around a full day with my underwear on backwards without ever noticing it. I'm going to go to sleep now, because I'm getting up at 8:30 tomorrow to go running with my sister.
That's right, I hadn't even turned on the noise canceling headphones. The only reason the sound was muffled was because the foam around them muffled it.
Yes, I am dumb. This may be as bad as the time I went around a full day with my underwear on backwards without ever noticing it. I'm going to go to sleep now, because I'm getting up at 8:30 tomorrow to go running with my sister.
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