Monday, April 26, 2010

My Ankle

SO, as many of you probably noticed (I hope) I was not here this morning due to perfectly legitimate necessary things. Normally I would just explain to you all individually (why I never post, because I'm just going to TELL you all the story anyway, so honestly that means there's nothing worth telling left, and as such nothing worth posting) but today I'm going to type it up because I didn't see most of you.

Anyway, first I'm going to make the absolutely ridiculous accusation that the entire reason that I have all this injured stuff is because many of you have various health problems and it's clearly rubbing off on me. Completely false, but I thought it was an amusing concept none-the-less.

Anyway, I woke up this morning to Tybalt texting me at which point I promptly told him to stuff it, because I had another hour to sleep and wanted to sleep not talk to him considering we'd get to that later anyways. An hour later my alarm rings and I haul myself out of bed and into clothes so that I could go to the doctors once again. This time he looked at my MRI images (which I am using to bribe my anatomy teacher into being totally fine with me missing his class today) and told me that I was misdiagnosed and did not sprain it but rather managed to tear a tendon in my ankle and badly bruise the bone.

The bone bruising will eventually heal itself but the tendon, unfortunately, already did. The problem here is that because it healed itself while misdiagnosed, it healed badly and if left alone will cause permanent pain and limited extension and flexion for the rest of my life. Somehow, I'm not feeling that. For any of you who know horses, the end result was he gave me the human equivalent of a hock injection (if you don't know horses, which is most of you, you can go look it up or just keep reading) which pretty much meant he stuck a three inch needle through one side of my ankle to hit the tendon and injected fluids.

Now I am not allowed to run/do strenuous or very much physical activity period for three to four days until it kicks in and then I have a four week test period. Either it doesn't work, and we have big problems, it works and that's that, or it works for a little bit and then doesn't at which point I need surgery to scrape off the scar tissue. The surgery itself is minor, but will put me in a brace and on crutches for about four or four and a half months.

YAY. Only not really.


Oh, and I had fun in ippississiMississippi (spelled like that for Tea's benefit) but I'll write about that next post. I would have written about it when I was there, BUT I don't really have internet unless I use mom's computer or fight my older brother for his. So that doesn't happen.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Insert silly accents over the E

I almost died when a person I walked by came up to me claiming to have been kicked out of the gambling place in the poke-universe due to being too good at their games so they thought he was cheating. I found it a funny intro.

And then his named turned out to be Super Nerd Bryant. Well, Super Nerd Bryant's real name. I of course texted him and got a confused response something along the lines of okay, you're a freak, but somehow my brother's dating you and we're friends so whatever floats your boat.

Still, i felt proud knowing I could own his socks. Even if they were the socks of Bryant in the poke-verse.

NOTE: This prompted by the fact i am the proud owner of HeartGold. Yes, I do still play pokemon. Pathetic, I know.

Saturday, March 20, 2010



sorry. I felt I was required to do that anytime i saw you

and i think facebook chat counts.








i don't know!! go hang out with your boyfriend or something


hes BUSY

like your sister

who i wanted to see

but apparently can't



we just got back from little shop


oh how was it?


and what could possibly be so important that he can't see you?

twas good


a friend's birthday


oh. well.


apparently it only comes once a year so he can't skip it (which is true but im moping anyway)

(because I can)




and good. i heard it wasn't going well in rehearsal

which i spelled wrong

but shhhh


probably because they lost power for 3 days

and i won't tell about your spelling mishaps



thank you

for keeping it a sercret


although, sercrets are okay too i suppose

i don't know what they are

but i'll go with it


they totally are


oh yes

i wonder what they are


who knows>



perhaps an endangered gender of penguin?




which occur when you have XYY

or just YY

in which case you are a SUPERMALE

according to Mrs T-RADS.





they have chest HAIR

it's pretty intense

soo manly the female penguins swoon


because chest feathers arent good enough



not quite manly enough

not for sercrets


nope :):)

i wonder what one of these sercrets would look like

i may have to mess with photoshop for this one




well, their theme song is "i'm too sexy"


for my chest feathers



i see you are learning the ways of the sercret quite well


well we're inventing them as we go along, so i'm basically the sercret master


oh totally

i'll be the sercret mistress. because, well, i lack the gentalia to be a master


goos point. I lack it as well. we'll both have to be mistresses




because, well, you don't look very manly

especially compared to a sercret

so i'm assuming you're XX


DEFINITELY not definately



well, that's okay



wantes to be spelled my way

it cry at night because it isn't :'(\



don't cry over spilled spellings


i don't

but definitely does


well it shouldn't


no it shouldn't

it's married to definitively

and has a good life

so it shouldn't.

but it still does anyway


therefore it should stop crying so it doesn't upset its souse



Souse it its pet mouse

*is it's

god we are bleeding spelling fails (and by we i mean mainly me)


i meant spouse. I missed the P


it's okay

a lot of people miss p

speaking of p

i need to pee.

so i'm going to leave you




i'll survive


will you?


i think so

it might be difficult


well i hope you do

Tea would kill me otherwise


me too




:(:( goodbye

Friday, March 12, 2010

Guys and Dolls

You know, lately I've been noticing the differences between guys and girls. I mean, not that I'm just noticing - I have two brothers and am onto my second boyfriend so you would think that I wouldn't dwell on these things by now.

I suppose I could thank my resident mad scientist anatomy teacher for noting differences today (differences other than the fact that the genitalia happens to be remarkably different). As we explored the various inner structures and organs of the head and neck - an exercise that left me visualizing it on everyone I happened to space out in the direction of for the next two periods and horribly distracting during Anthro (apologies, Tea) - he mentioned the obvious difference of an Adam's apple while trying to determine the gender of a badly drawn face he had produced. This particular specimen lacked such a feature, but had the more sloping forehead characteristic of males and less-rounded eye sockets also generally indicative that the owner has a penis.

These remarkably small differences highlight the physical differences between male and female, but sometimes I feel it is mannerisms that define gender more than exactly what plumbing someone possesses, or if we can relate them to romance novels and make lewed suggestions about the size of the shaft. Not that if you stood up to pee and happened to be female you would automatically be a boy in disguise, it's just there are little things that boys do.

For example, that entire half of the species is programmed with two brains: one of which actually lacks gyri or any other significantly brain-like bits aside from sensory and motor neurons. This second brain - caused by a lack of DNA needed to survive that is generally found on the second X chromosome and missing on the Y - programs for mannerisms such as an infallible ability to miss the most obvious female interest or disinterest. It also codes for leaving the toilet seat up no matter how many times you carefully explain to them that when you flush fecal matter will be blown up out of the toilet and inevitably, some of it will end up on your toothbrush.

And yet, despite all their shortcomings, just looking around Paperclip makes me wonder if it's not that boys have too little DNA, but girls have too much.

Then, as it generally does, my train of thought gets distracted by a very cute little kitty it wanted to go pet and came off of the tracks, leaving this entire post nonsensical and abruptly ended. I hope you enjoyed the show.

Thursday, March 11, 2010



So so so so Tybalt was over today and there was a lot of cuddling and we had our first kiss :)

and we're both REALLY bad at it, but it's totally okay.

YAY <3

Because stealing goes in circles

My Six:
6-Roc (the other boy not dating nyx who was present at the fort building. The one I think should date Penguine. I don't know what his name is on Tea's blog, or if he has one)

All 6 people move into the same house…

Who calls a bedroom first?
Me. Because that is always the first thing I do when I move into a place.

Who goes straight to the bathroom to check their make-up?
None of us - I'm the only one who wears make-up, and I don't really check it.

Which person goes to the kitchen first?
Uhm, Nyx and I would probably race each other.

You find out that friend’s number 4 and 6 are in the shower together. Do you care? And what do you do?
I'd be very, very confused considering she has a boyfriend.

Which person has to sleep in the attic?
Roc, because the rest of us are girls and clearly are too cool for the attic. Well, aside from Tybalt, but he's not getting banished to the upper realm of evil and cobwebs for a reason that will soon be obvious.

One room is a pink baby room, wants that room?
Tybalt, because Roc wouldn't want it and none of the girls would get saddled with it. Besides, I'm dating him, not Roc, so it would be Roc's pick.

Who puts up so many posters that you can’t see the wall?
Me. I've started that in my room.... Nyx might beat me to it though.

House Party…(cause we're really the partying sort...)

Who decided to throw a party?
Nyx and I and maybe Tybalt might get roped into it.

Who hides in their room while it’s going on?

Who ends up making/buying all the food?
Penguine and Me

Who starts a giant game of truth or dare?

You find friend number 2 making out with the person you like, what do you do?
Freak out at him, even if they were both drunk. Because I know myself well enough to know I'd be pissed enough to not think about if they are drunk or not.

The Police show up, and friend number 5 called them… are you mad?
Hahahaa no, because she's probably completely correct about them needing to be there if she actually felt the need to call.

You go to your room to sleep thinking everyone was kicked out, but you find some people you don’t know in your bed, now what?
Kick them out, or share with anyone who doesn't have a penis. Or is nick-named Tybalt.

Parents… (The day after your crazy party the parents of you and your friends pay a visit)

Who is grounded first?

Who’s parents congratulate them?
Tybalt's dad would, his mom wouldn't

Who is forced to move out for a bit?
Roc, but I feel he would be more likely to volunteer this

Who’s parents don’t care?
Tybalt's dad?

Who blames it on everyone else?
Either we all come to a consensus, or we have a blame party as a whole.

Back at the house…

Friend number 1 borrowed your Pj’s without asking, is that ok?
Oh, completely. As long as I have a camera.

Friend number 4 is blasting music, do you join him/her or shut it off?
Join in - I like her music.

You have an exam tomorrow and friends number 2, 4, and 6 are being very loud, what do you do?
Tell them to shut the hell up. Or just sit around and stew silently.

Friend number 1 is hogging the bathroom all morning…
because he's obviously freshening up for a date with me. well, not really. but i'd like to think so.

Its April fools and someone took all your clothes and hid them, you have school in an hour, what do you do?
Threaten to break up with Tybalt. he'd cave and find them pretty fast.

Friend number 5 lost his cell phone… again!
Well, it would make almost no difference. She barely uses it.

You bought a really cute shirt!! What do you do with it?
Share with the double-x-chromosomes of the house

Friend number 2 bought a dog for the house without telling anyone…
Whine about how she bought a small dog when CLEARLY she should have gotten a big one.

If there was someone singing in the morning who would it most likely be?
Tea. Me. Penguine.

If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be?
Tea. Simply because I can't see anyone else being mature enough considering the company to do it.

If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 5 in the house had some, who would you take it from?
Tybalt, duh

If two people were caught making out in a closet who would it be?
Penguine and Roc (well, i think it would be cute). Not me and Tybalt simply because we're too stylish to use a closet. You might find Edward Cullen in there.

If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?
I'd hope no one is that sketchy

There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?
Tybalt, because he survives off of chips and air.

Who would hate being in the house the most ?
Roc, because we'd all be distracting. I feel like he could only handle us in small doses... and this is anything but small.

Someone took (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief?
Me, because I never have socks

If there was arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing?
None of us argue. But if we did, it would be me and Tea debating over the newest behavior we've thought up for Mario.

Who would be the one missing their boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn’t in the house with them?
Nyx, totally.

You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in their Leopard Thong, who is the crazy one?
Penguine. I'm not sure why, but I think so.

A pillow fight broke through, who started it?
Beats me?

There's a marathon of your favorite tv show, what is it? and who would be watching it with you?
BONES, and Nyx would be watching it with me

Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid?
Nyx, me, penguine, Roc. we have a thing for blanket forts

There’s a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters?
Penguine, because. well. I'm not sure?

The musics too loud, who turned it up?
Nyx or myself

Theres a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house,
a)who is the first one to scream?
b)and who is the one to jump is someones arms?
c)Who would be the one to kill it?

Tea would scream, i would go find a cat, tybalt.... would also probably scream. Sorry, Tea, but he's not THAT manly (slash manly at all). Roc might figure something out - that or we just all sit around and watch it.

Someone's crying, who is it and what happened?
Tybalt, because i stole his candy earlier

Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire?
Tybalt. Definitely Tybalt. <- Amen to that Tea

Who gets sick of each other the fastest in the house?
Roc. He wants out in the first 12 hours.

Someones tanning on the roof who is it?
Tea or Nyx

Who is the tallest in the house?
Tybalt, but I still feel like Tea is taller

Who is the shortest in the house?

Who is the loudest?

Who is the clown?
Tea. She kills me with laughter on a regular basis.

Who is the most respectful?

Who is the one you go to talk to the most?
Nyx, Tea, and Penguine. Depends on the moment.

Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas?
Probably me

Who's in bed first?

If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be?
not sure

Who is always dancing?

Someone has the same sweater as you, so you get mad at them and who is it?
I'm not sure.

You split ice all over the kitchen floor, who would be the one to slip on it first?
....................TEA, hands down.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Colorful Typing


fuck. :D

But, on an entirely different note, Penguine and I played a sort of version of badminton mixed with tennis without a net for an hour today. It was really, really fun. And I was pooped afterward. Not as in like, muscle tired. I mean, I WAS tired and wanted to flop on a couch (which we did) but like my muscles weren't exerted or anything. it was fun. And we dismantled the epic fort - which was really depressing. I have a picture of it though for good times. I move we make a tradition out of epic fort building.