Tuesday, January 20, 2009

My Boring Day... And Sore Legs


Hey people! Today was (ahem, president) Obama's inauguration. I felt the need to acknowledge it, mainly because a girl I know from my school went to go see it in DC! It must have been insanely crowded!
Anywho, I just got back from track practice at 11 (we didn't have school today. :D) My legs are pretty sore and I'm verrrryyyy tired. I haven't really been doing anything all day, really. I've been flipping through TV channels for the past two hours, and believe it or not, daytime television is not interesting at all.
I guess I'll do a right now.

I feel: BORED AND SORE
I smell: Nothing. No one's cooking or anything right now.
I hear: My dad watching something on TV, the soft hum of my [dad's] laptop.
I'm wearing: Mt track clothes (I never bothered changing out of them; black spandex shorts, purple Soffees, my favorite House T-shirt), a pink fleece, and my gray Uggs.
My hair: is in a ponytail...

Peace, meh peeps!

And now, I leave you with one of my favorite songs, Up Against the Wall, by Boys like Girls. :)

EDIT: Sorry, but I have NO clue why two vids showed up....

Saturday, January 10, 2009

My Day... and Chapter One

Hey! Today was a pretty...interesting day. I had to get to school (on a Saturday?!?) so I could get on the bus to a track meet we had today about an hour away. I had to be at at school at 7:15 (it takes about 15 minutes to get there, so I planned on leaving at seven) because the bus was going to leave at 7:30. Our coach told us that if we weren't there on time, the bus would leave without us. I groggily got up early this morning and gazed at my digital clock by my bedside. You wouldn't believe how loud I screamed when I saw it read... 7:03.
Don't worry though, I got there on time :). (It required a lot of running.) I got to run a 300m race at the meet and I got about 55 seconds. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but I'm proud of it for now.
Anyways, I thought that I'd finally add a little bit of my story I've been working on for a while. It surrently has no title, but I would love it if you helped me decide! So with no further ado, here is part one!

part one

I stare gloomily at my toes sticking out of my pink Old Navy flip-flops. I have nothing to say and I’m not planning on saying anything. I prop my feet up onto the dashboard, and my mom frowns. She’s not into getting dirt on her brand-new silver mini-van, very much like everyone else’s in our neighborhood.
My mom wrinkles her eyebrows at me as I plop back down into my original position. I read once on a Snapple cap that wrinkling your eyebrows uses up twenty-thousand times as many muscles as it does to frown. Whenever one of my friends’ eyebrows begins to wrinkle, we always shout, “You just wasted twenty-thousand frowns!”
“Don’t look like that,” my mom says, obviously taking note on my sour expression.
I say nothing.
“I thought you always wanted to go to sleep-away camp!”
I say nothing.
“Camp Winnahana will be fun! You know, I went there as a girl…”
Oh boy, a blast from the past.
“…I made so many new friends and learned so many things…”
She goes on talking for about ten minutes and she clearly doesn’t notice I had stopped listening nine minutes and fifty-five seconds ago.
I finally decide to say something before she needs her inhaler. “Mom, I never said I wanted to go to sleep-away camp,” I huff, “I wanted to go to basketball camp with Tori.”
My mom sighs, “Well, it’s a bit late now, isn’t it?”
You bet. I glare at our G.P.S. perched right of my mom’s steering wheel. According to it, camp Winnahana, AKA not basketball camp, is only 2.8 miles away.
Six weeks. Six weeks is how long I have to stay at camp Winnahana. Six weeks away from my bed. Six weeks away from Tori. Six weeks without basketball. Six weeks without my Westie, Skye. Six weeks practically isolated from civilization.
It’s all so depressing.
My mom takes a swig of her pink Vitamin Water. This is her fourth one today (I’m guessing), and a lovely red mustache has formed above her upper lip. I swear, that woman is addicted. In our basement back home, she has seven bulk packages. I’ll bet she has power-c dragonfruit in her bloodstream.
It is then that I realize how much I’ve missed my brother and dad. They’re always going out on exotic camping trips without mom and I. This time it’s Colorado. I wonder how a sixth grader and a fifty-year old man have enough energy to climb mountains and cross deserts when my mom and I only have the ability to power-shop (Well, they don’t really climb mountains or cross deserts, but they do go on LONG hiking trips. I’ve been on one; I made them turn back after about ten minutes).
“Here we are!” my mom cheerily announces as our G.P.S. monotonously states, “You have reached your destination.”

Hope you liked it!! :) Peace outt! :P

Monday, January 5, 2009

My Trip


Heyy. I just got back from school and track practice. It was pretty rough. You know how rough? I'm sitting in science with my incredibly boring teacher and a horrible vexation ( a cool new word I found :D) sitting right behind me, while the rest of my family is getting up. THAT'S HOW ROUGH.
Anyways, I went to New York yesterday. We walked around Manhattan for a few hours, even though it was a school night. Wahtevvs. After we walked around for a while, we stopped to eat at this SICK diner! It was SO cool! My dad saw a TV actress there, but he couldn;t remember her name. He said that it was rude to point out celebrities in NYC, so that's why he didn't tell me sooner (I wish he had, anyways). So... I had this really good club, and afterwards we had this strawberry cheese cake that was AMAZING. Not just that, but their lemon meringue pie was a foot tall and then some! It was so cool! It looked like a beehive. When we went past Saks I saw the prettiest dresses and I HAD to take a pic or two. :) (and of course I had to edit them- I couldn't help myself!) Take a lookie! My favorite was the green one! :)



Cool, huh? I'll do a right now, I suppose. :)

RIGHT NOW

I feel: A little bummed, a little pissed, a little tired (I'll explain later)
I smell: This really sick aerie hand lotion that I've been putting on nonstop! :)
I hear: My dad watching videos on the computer, my brother attempting to do his math homework with my mom. (there's a lot of arguing going on)
I'm wearing: A black coat (it's pretty comfy, and i didn't feel like taking it off), a gray Hollister long-sleeved shirt, DKNY dark blue skinny jeans, and gray classic short Uggs! (which btw, this girl in my grade who I hate got them,too- ONLY HERS ARE TALLER!)
My hair: is in a bun. I never bothered taking it out from track.

Peace out, my lovelies! :D

Saturday, January 3, 2009

My Morning

Hey everyone (or no one)! You know what's really annoying me? I keep on making indents when I'm making the post but they never show up when I publish it. Humph.
Anyways, I just got up and had Froot Loops for breakfast (yum) and I was gonna have at least some bacon, but my brother had all of it >.< Whatever. I don't even really like bacon unless its chewy, but my mom does not take the time to make it for me like that. :( Anyways, I haven't been doing anything all winter break. I almost want to go back to school, but I have finals as soon as I get back (I know, finals in the middle of the year? It sux, and then we have them again in June. :P) I'm gonna quickly do a right now, anywho.

RIGHT NOW

I feel: A little tired 'cause I just woke up.
I smell: Bacon being cooked by my mom
I hear: Bacon sizzling, my dad shuffling around in the snow outside, my brother attempting to play some football video game on his PS2.
I'm wearing: An oversized gray sweatshirt that says American Idol across the front of it (my dad got it in the mail from work), a short-sleeved dark blue t-shirt from Hollister, blue PJ pants from Aerie, and no shoes :)
My hair: is in a messy ponytail, 'cause I slept with it like that

Okay, that's all for now. Peace. :)

Friday, January 2, 2009

My Music

Hey *nonexistent* readers. I'm back again. As I type, I am listening to my iPod (2nd generation nano, just in case you were wondering). What am I listening to? Skyway Avenue by We The Kings. It's a pretty good song :) I love music like crazy. I'm really into alternative music, and that especially includes Boys Like Girls, The Plain White T's, and We The Kings. You should listen to their songs if you don't already. They have really quotable lyrics so you can put them as your Facebook status or whatever. I also really like Daft Punk, which is kind of random, being that they are an electric-type band.
Anyways, music is a humungo part of my life, and without it I just might die. I mean, what would fill those awkward silences in the car if radios only played NPR? Who would listen to that? And what would I sing to in the shower? And movies would suck without music anywhere in them, and what would I put as my Facebook status? Huh?
Anywhoo, I've gotta go. My dad just came back with pizza, which I haven't had in forever. Peace out, my dear imaginary readers :)

My First Post

Heyy. well, here's my first post... exciting. I doubt anyone's really going to read this, so there's not really any point to me writing here. whatever. So... it's almost 11:30 in the morning on Friday of winter break. It's actually pretty early for me to be up at this time, due to the fact that I usually wake up around noon or later. (on weekends and breaks, of course. I have to get up to go to school at 5:30 :P) I missed track today, which started at 10, and I woke up at 9:40. Whoops. "Let's just bag it", my dad said. It didn't take me long to go along with that.
On another note, I've been working on my story :). It currently doesn't have a title, 'cause I'm not incredibly creative in that field... humph. You can think of a name for it, though, my nonexistent readers. I'll post some of the story when I get around to it... blehh.
Right now I'm gonna do this thing called Right Now, which will tell you what I'm doing, feeling, or hearing... right now. duhh. It seems stupid, but I thought it sounded pretty cool...

RIGHT NOW:

I feel: Just fine, thank you very much. I'm just the smallest bit tired
I smell: This Bath and Body Works hand sanitizer I just put on my hands... it smells like passion fruit!
I hear: My dad watching this random documentary thing online about criminals or something (for work, maybe. idk), my rabbit, Jasper chewing on his cage vigorously (I should probably let him out...), my 8-year-old brother watching the Fairly Odd Parents
I'm wearing: My old brown crochet Uggs, my favorite light-colored jeans, a white belt, a red shirt from Hollister, an old light blue fleece
My hair: is up in a ponytail. It's pretty gross today :(

Well, that's all for now. Peace, my nonexistent readers. :)

Oh, and here's a picture of my Bunny, Jasper (I think I said that... and he is named after the Jasper in Twilight, lol)





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