Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut

Hullo. :)

I would assume several of you have at least somewhat contemplated the various possible reasons for the lack of updates considering this is break. Well, that's quite easy : the only friggin computer in the house that works that I can use is my mother's laptop. She doesn't really believe in wasting time on the internet, a sentiment that I rather approve of since it generally entails going to the barn and having fun with the horses instead of wasting away at home.

I'm rather a fan.

This, of course, leaves me with yet another horribly long post in which I catch up on, well, life.

I'm down a much warmer region of the country, which I totally approve of as instead of the usual bundling slash freezing my ass off, I'm wandering around in a short sleeved shirt and feeling rather warm, thank you very much. It's really quite nice :D The horses are cute and cuddly and adorable, and I'm riding both of them (and a tad saddle sore too) and we're going to see Avatar in 3-D at four today. It's my christmas present to my mother and brother as both of them want to see it. I went and saw it with never-single-sophomore, jackie, and platinum and it was sooo sooo sooo good. (I think I might have written about this, but I don't really happen to recall, so oh well.) Anyway, let me try to remember the day before I left and the day I left, since those would be the starting point for making up on forgotten posts.

Hmm, well that entails Christmas day during which I did a fat lot of nothing with the fam, and then escaped at about 6:30 to "go to jackie's house" which was really me sneaking up to go and see Ginger, her family, Columbus, and his girlfriend. (My father and Columbus are currently not on speaking terms, so I had to sneak him up his presents/cards/everything I could. I'm working on sneaking up the rest of them when I return.) I hung out with them until like nine and had a marvelous time (gosh I miss them when they're not around :( ) and then went to Tybalt's house. He made cookies *without* burning down his house or blowing up significant parts of the town. I know, it's a real shocker! So I stopped by at like 9:30ish to sample a cookie (a bit overcooked, too much salt but not too bad) and then we hung out in his living room watching 40-Year-Old-Virgin together before I had to leave.

It wasn't really awkward at all, although I felt a bit odd since none of his family knew I was there, and as far as I know they still don't know. At least his mom didn't wake up. She tends to assume the worst about situations and I would not have wanted to explain to her what I, some random girl in pajamas, was doing with Tybalt in a living room, alone, at night. Yea. That could have been awkward. How many ways can you draw the wrong conclusion lady.

Anyway, the next day was just travel, travel, and more travel. LGA lost our baggage, obnoxiously enough, but we got it the next day and went to wal-mart for pajamas, so it was fine. Which reminds me, someone took a white stretch limo to go to walmart. kinda confused as to WHY you would do that, but oh well, whatever.

And since then it's been the usual of what happens down here: lots of reading, working on anatomy/chemistry/supposed to be working on culinary, riding every day, sleep, movies at home, lots and lots of good food.... the general stuff. :)

I'll get the next update here as soon as I can, but I never know with down here. Love you all!

on, and Tybalt passed his license test this morning. all he needs now is the written. i thought I would mention this.

Christmas Eve

Well, I wish I could say something entertaining about how I did so much today. In reality, I had to put up with my grandmother who managed to hit every topic I don't want to talk about within five minutes and insult me twice as well. (Apparently it's fine not to subscribe to the whole christian thing but it's not fine to not be sure about any religion/not believe in anything in particular because then your life has no meaning - oh and you look oh so pretty today with the mascara, but you're such a late bloomer your cousins were starting that whole deal in sixth grade. Thanks, grandma. It's good to see you too.) I then got demoted to taxi driver and got to drive her around all day, which I suppose was good for my little brother because she was looking for something to get him. I saved him from getting an empty box with fake coal in it as well as an empty box saying "your present evaporated, sorry."

I then proceeded to hide out in my room for the rest of the day doing nothing but drawing and texting Tybalt. After this I was dragged to church for a two hours service, which wasn't fun but I texted my mom and we sat there and complained about how awful the pastor is and how he's a stuffed shirt. And then I got a call from my brother, which made my day. I MISS HIM SOOOOO MUCH Christmas isn't the same without him. I might see him tomorrow, depending... I hope I do.

and now I'm back home, still texting Tybalt, and annoyed because "dinner" tonight was five pieces of salamie. who the heck thinks thats enough for dinner braaagggghhh but I'm too annoyed about it to eat. Strange stuff. Strange stuff. Well, merry christmas eve!!

Christmas Break FINALLY :)

I shall have time to post again! God, I just got soooo mauled by work the last few weeks - most of my teachers were subscribing to the pre-break cram. I mean, I still have a lot of work over the break, but I have time to do it.

I'm not going to bother going over all the time that I missed since a) I don't remember it all, and b) I forgot what B was. SO, we shall skip to today, which was more important anyway.

I was supposed to go see the Princess and the Frog round three with Tybalt, Tea, Wah, and (of course) myself today, but at the last minute I got a text from my dad informing me that my grandma had shown up and I needed to be home for dinner which happened to be at the same time as the move. There goes that plan. Not that the day was a loss, Never-Single-Sophomore, Jackie, his friend who I have yet to make up a name for, and I all went skating before going to go see Avatar in 3-D. It was SOOOOOOO SOOOOO SOOOO good!!!!!! I won't give you guys any spoilers, but I will say this: the graphics were GORGEOUS and totally worth the extra money that they spent; I loved the plotline as well. It was just a generally good movie and the effects were actually worth the extra two dollars. Shocker, right?

After this, we retired to Tea's house for a bit to nom on cookies, made by her and Gretchen, and then I had to leave for dinner while Jackie stayed. I was going to go back for movie watching, but I'm exhausted, so am planning to retire to bed instead. <3 Love you all, nighty night!

Story of My Life

I'm stressed, tired, totally fried, and have a lot of homework to do.


Hurray. Not at all.

The Princess and the Frog

So, I'm a little excited because Wah and I were talking about boys, and liking people but not wanting to like them, and friends and dating, and basically life, and I mentioned Tybalt and told her who he was and she thinks Tybalt is kinda cute, so when we all go to the Princess and the Frog they both are coming with and I told her to talk to him a bit to see if she likes Mr. I Live And Breathe Awkward. And if she does I'm going to start trying to set them up, which totally excites me. But first it's up to Wah.

Anyway, moving on. The date for this whole deal seems to be Friday, probably at about 5ish or 6ish. Who can go?

Edit: Hm, I'd forgotten about candlelight. Who is doing it?? If a lot of you are does anyone have objections to during the day tomorrow and probably thus having the theatre to ourselves? (Those of us not candlelighting could perhaps just hang out tomorrow or something instead.)

Be prepaaaaaaaaaaaared

for what will probably turn out to be a long post as I had a busy weekend and thus need to recap everything today. Also, I now have that song from the Lion King stuck in my head.

So, hmm, let us start at the beginning. Friday. Directly after school I went with two of my friends to find a birthday gift for our other friend, and after that I met Bunnie at the Diner for more food than should be legal and chit chat. I know there were parts of conversation totally worth writing about but I forgot them already, so we shall skip over that. The next part of the night was going to The Princess and the Frog with Wah (with an h) and Woah (without an h. ask me for clarification in school if you need to). It. Was. Epic. And we were much more excited to see it than basically every single little kid in the theatre. Basically Wah and I kept squealing at adorable scenes, and when Prince Naveen was being an ass I had the great threat of, "HEY BE NICE. I KNOW WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE!! I HAVE DISSECTED YOU BEFORE." Yea, I've got skilled. This lead me to conclude that when I TA a biology class next year I am going to make sure two frogs get named Prince Naveen and Tiana respectively. After the movie we proceeded to embarass ourselves by dancing like the aligator does, and quoting Prince Naveen. You know we're cool. :) I have concluded I need to see this movie a second time, which means all of you who plan to go see it are coming with me. Namely Tybalt (who is being dragged), Tea, and Jackie (Wah wants to see it again and may be coming to) we are all going to see it together. There is an open invitation to other people, just those are the only ones who I actually know want to see it.

Anyway, onto saturday. The entire day was spent a) sleeping and b) at said friend's sweet sixteen. None of you like her, so no need to feel left out. :) I'm not particularly a big fan, but I don't hate her and a lot of good friends were going. Hence my participation. I'm glad I went; we went skating in Central Park and then to the Jekyll and Hyde club which was this cool restaurant themed after them. People are paid to go around dressed up as club members and interact with you, and I think there is a requirement that they be epic and generally awesome with a touch of hilarity thrown in for good measure. For starters, everyone in the restaurant became a member of the club by learning the club handshake thing which goes as follows: Sign of the bat! Cross your heart! Cross your other heart! Flappity flappity flap! Yagada! Yagada! Yagada! Heeeeeeeeeey! (I will demonstrate the motions for anyone who cares enough to see it in school or whenever). Anyway, onto the people. Shroud was one of them, he played a slightly tubby short flamingly gay guy and was stereotypical and HYSTERICAL. He flirted with one of my guy who is of questionable orientation (he claims to be straight, we arent so sure) friends and probably the best conversation was this:
Shroud: *rubs my friend's chest* You're QUITE sparkly today.
Kathrya: (thinking of Twilight) Sparkly is a bad thing.
Shroud: No, I mean his rainbow is VERY BRIGHT

I love him. So funny. He also tried on various masks and took pictures with us and had great faces. One of the evening's best characters.

Then comes Best Friend. We don't know his actual name as he brought us in the restaurant, saying that if any of us liked twilight we had to be kicked out. Needless to say I proclaimed my hate for Twilight and decided he was my new best friend which evolved into a joke we were dating by the end of the evening and other hysterical comments. He was asian and pretty BA, not gonna lie.

And finally, Dr. Wraith. He had a trancula on his head and just reeked of amusingness. Probably one of the best joke-tellers, he went off questing for a chair for us amoung other various things, and was much appriciated. :)

Generally, the night was good. Said friend whose party it was was a bitch most of the night, but it didn't matter cause i chilled out with my friends. also some drama errupted, but I don't really know what exactly it was as I was busy having a good time.

And now, sunday. Basically, I horseback rode and read two books. Good times, good times. :)


Finally, today. For starters, i walked into Chem today and the words "we need to talk" was written on the board. So, of course, I asked miss voytek in a mock crying voice if she was breaking up with us. unfortunately, the answer was yes. my poor class got dumped :C we feel so sad. (really she was just telling us we need to shut up and pay attention every now and then)

also, I was evil cackling during lunch and my culiary teacher showed up behind me. it was something like BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHhahhaahahaaha ha ha.... oh, uhm, hi chef?" I think she's now wondering why exactly she likes me. Or if she does, anyway.

Last point: I now own a small stuffed polar bear who is named Prince Naveen (of Maldonia). Coolest thing ever? I think so.

Texts From Tonight

So. I actually have something to write about. :) I didn't really say much the last few days because I was busy being angsty and blah blah blah with the whole drill about my horse and life and whatever.

So, here we have some amazing texts from tonight. Enjoy!

Tybalt: Hahahahahaaa it just said on my phone "unable to send text message to god"


Ginger: The people i'm babysitting for have sparkly tissues. Seriously. They have glitter in them.
Kathrya: Good lord how does that work??
Ginger: You have to see it. I have no idea. But I am going to steal one to show you.
Kathrya: Yes!!! I love you :) do show!!
Ginger: Haha ok. Stealing one now. I was looking at them and I was like are those SPARKLY?! I thought I was going crazy.
Kathrya: Those are edward cullen in tissue form... and sans the pedophilia.



Tybalt: Haha yea I am but its still cold lol...and the taxi should be coming any minute so I have to be by the door.
Kathrya/Tea: Kathrya says why don't your parents pick you up? Tea says lol makes you sound illiterate.
Tybalt: Tybalt says both my parents aren't home and I'm really confused how a taxi can be 35 min late when the station is 5 min away. (This one you perhaps needed to be there. But I think it was amusing enough as a stand alone to qualify.)




Kathrya: Be proud of me. I just walked into a wall because of that. Are you serious?
Columbus: Haha and yea I got hit by a car. We can have a club!
Kathrya: God, aren't we such awesome siblings? The Conqueror gets run over by bycicles, you get run over by cars, and I walk into walls. We're pretty much kick ass.
Columbus: Damn. We've got is all just about covered.

(Also, for clarification, Columbus is my older brother, The Conqueror is my younger brother, and Ginger is from my old town.)

Rawr.

I am SO angry right now. Okay, well, not as much anymore, now it's just settled into an unpleasant feeling in my stomach that shall persist for as long as it takes for things to be fixed. As most of you know, I own a horse, Rose. Due to extenuating circumstances I sort of half-own her right now (she was a casualty of my mom moving down south) and she was, in a legally questionable deal, sent to live at Larkspur Farm as my lawyer is BFF's with the owner despite the fact she was supposed to be sent down with my mom. They haven't been taking care of her despite various things on my part to try to get their asses moving but today I got there and was walking her out of her stall to see her walking very strangely. Well, it doesn't take a genius to tell that a horse is lame when they're that bad, and the entire time I was grooming her she wasn't putting her weight on her right hind unless she absolutely had to. So I got one of the girls who works there to trot her out for me and GOOD GOD I've loved and been with her for seven years and I've never seen her that lame. Christ. It's essentially everything I've been telling them to fix plus blatant not caring/absolutely no ability to take care of a horse culminating into her foot. I mean, I understand life is screwy and they are kinda using her to make as much money as fast as they can, but REALLY. REALLY. I don't want my fucking horse screwed around with.

The worst part is other than throwing a shit fit with the owner I can't actually DO anything. Which means those dib shits will probably let it get worse since for it to heal she needs to not be ridden (which means loosing money because she's not avalible for lessons) and she needs bute every night instead of just once in a while (which costs money) and she needs her hocks injected really badly (which means more money) which is exactly why none of its going to happen.

I wish they would stop being bitches long enough to actually fucking learn how the hell to take care of a horse.


Dicks.

Movie Night

Edit: Thanks to Tea telling me comments are broken, I fixed them. All by myself. I feel so cool.

Well, originally today I was supposed to teach Jackie to skate along with Tybalt and Bryant. Unfortunately, due to weather from hell I couldn't get a ride (I'm not allowed to drive when there is too much snow or ice or whatever) and besides, Jackie wasn't too enthused about skating outside in the freezing rain/sad excuse for snow. However no one felt like being in for the night and not doing anything, so we compromised and ended up at my place for some mario party and a movie. Only mario party didn't happen due to a lack of the right type of controllers, so we settled for brawl (which none of us were particularly good at - hurray for button mashing). I lost horribly most of the time, but won once, Jackie won a few times I think, and both Tybalt and Bryant won once and were utterly defeated by my younger brother around twice.

The movie of choice ended up being I love you, Man, which, needless to say, was hysterical. Although, I have come to the conclusion that I need a bigger couch... still, we managed to smush four people on it somewhat effectively. Bryant was on one end with Jackie next to him, then myself, and then Tybalt. Although earlier in the evening I was sprawled out over the three of them until my butt got too heavy for Jackie to hold up, a position that was kind of amusing as my dad came home and I scurried off the couch as I didn't feel like explaining to my dad why I was sprawled over Jackie and two boys. Not a conversation I want to have with him - at all. I'm surprised he even let the guys in the house. Still not sure how on earth that happened, but not going to question it - for now.

Overall I think it was a successful night of that's what she said and general bonding.... and god my little brother is awesome. He was sliding around on his stomach after the movie ended. I have taught him well. :)

Anyway, this is the part where I go crash. Much love, peace out

Friday Night Skating

My ass is so sore right now. Well, technically, my gluteus maximus is sore as well as the other muscles which abduct and adduct the legs which I had to do academic stuff with during anatomy today, but I don't care enough to recite all of them. So we're sticking with my ass is sore. The sole culprit of this whole thing would be skating, a pasttime which I indulged in for three hours tonight. A very, very well spent three hours if I do say so myself.

Being the cool person I am, I went with a whole group of sophomore guys (and there were about three other girls, but in this case the y's were giving the x's a run for their money in number). This would be because I had plans to skate with never-single-sophomore and I knew his friends would probably be there (which was fine, because I know most of them by sight, and one of them is also friends with me) for saturday night. As it turned out, they decided to go today instead, and so I met up with them. It. Was. Epic.

The guys were all really good skaters (the girls not so much - they weren't bad, but they weren't particularly good either) so after stealing hats, we ended up having a makeshift game of football that quickly turned into pass the hat in the most creative way possible. This lasted for a good two hours on and off until the rink staff yelled at us, along with a tag game that had a slightly shorter lifespan of a bit over an hour and a half. The latter concluded because hats were so much more interesting.

Excitable Asian and her boyfriend were also there - of course I didn't talk to them particularly much as I didn't want to intrude on their date. They are such an adorable couple, just getting that out there. Another couple I know was there as well, but I only talked to the guy for a bit and then his girlfriend showed up and we parted ways. Essentially everyone from another group of friends was there, as well as a set of three people who I am more or less aquainted with but don't really talk to. And then one of my really good friend's little sister was there along with her friend... they had a game of truth or dare going that confused everyone I was with so I had to clue them in. There were of course a few miscallaneous people there as well who I didn't know, but probably not more than ten.

I know it sounds like a lot of people, but the rink was actually not all that filled. Which was really nice and why we could skate fast and really mess around. Not so many small children being moving targets. Besides, people kinda came and went.

And now I am sore. And tired. And took my little brother out for pizza. :) Good times, good times.

After School Antics

I for one am quite proud of myself. I do not think I failed the math thing I had to make up today (actually it was really easy, I'm not sure why my friends in the class found it so difficult) which is good. And SAB (short asian boy) and Tybalt along with one or two of SAB's friends were good enough to walk me to the math department - they even made it up all the flights of stairs. This turned out to be rather amusing as SAB produced chocolate and candy pretty much out of thin air in order to peg Tybalt. I ended up collecting a piece of chocolate which, needless to say, gave me the strength to survive said math thing. Then, as I was walking out to my car upon finishing I realized OH LOOK, Tea is parked four spaces from me. Knowing she was at a math meet, I very stealthily (as in, not at all) wrote her a note and stuck it on her windshield. I hope I brightened her day. :D

Then, as I was driving home I saw the COOLEST CAR EVER. IT HAD A FACE!!!! No, not drawn on it, but the lights resembled eyes way more than they should and there was a definitive lump for a nose and a very mouth-like mouth. (Not quite sure what else the mouth would be like, but you never can be too careful.) It was powered by electricity which resulted in it being basically the front seat and then cutting off with a box that couldn't stop reminding me of a car fanny-pack attached to the back. Oh, and it was lime green and driven by a geezer. Made. My. Day.

After this I ended up skating and, feeling guilty for not deciding to do track, decided to do a track workout. Only on the ice. It was about two laps of the rink essentially sprinting, with the equivalent of a quick jog for one lap in between repeated for an hour and a half minus the slacking I usually do along with breaks other than one in which layers were removed. At the end I went a bit faster during each interval for those during the last ten minutes as I had achieved a runners high only on skates (skater's high?)... and now I am off the high, sore, and probably not regretting it.... until tomorrow.

Road Racing, but not quite

Well, I think I have found a new perk of going to the diner and such. The only male who came with us (someone care to share his online name? -It has been shared, I now dub thee Adam-) and I happened to be going the same way in order to get to our respective houses. The end result: we were behind and in front of each other and spent a great deal of time waving to each other and looking at each other through rearview mirrors/back windows depending on who was in front at the moment.

I for one was very entertained, and rather sad when he made a left and I went straight. I am looking forward to doing this next week. :)

A Very Welcoming Return

Well, I think my love meter is at a record high today. :) For cereals, I've never felt so loved after coming back from an illness, I think I was tacklehugged today more times than should even be somewhat legal. It meant a lot of screams of delight and surprise to the dismay of anyone whose ears were too close to my general vicinity, but I rather enjoyed the whole thing. I feel a bit sorry for Tybalt who I apparently totally blew off according to Tea since I was busy having a reunion with her and Gretchen, but I didn't even know he was there, so poor boy. I'll talk to him later tonight anyway haha he'll live. Which somehow actually reminds me, I would like someone to please give me a magic do-my-buttloads-of-work wand since I have so much to make up. I knew about about half of it, and actually got a lot done, but now that I have even more I'm like OH boi kill me nowz. Especially because I went and bombed a math thingy today and since I had to go do it during her class period (teacher rules they're kinda odd in some ways) I now have to make up this big assignment. Not particularly looking forward to it, siiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

Anyway, sometimes I wonder about some of the sophomores I know as my welcome back greeting from one of them was like "*HUGS* I MISSED YOU LETS HAVE SEX *attempts to slap my ass but misses and catches my leg*" My response: "Haha oh boy, maybe next week." *we part ways* I feel an odd sense of achievement that I can joke with people about them being in my pants. And then I remember that I have this joke with a lot of people, all of whom are female aside from that one sophomore for whom it is essentially a greeting. I feel pretty much like a pimp, guys WANT to get as much action as I clearly can manage. Hot damn.






OH and very important gossip not for Tybalt/Bryant's ears or someone shall probably die, although who depends on the circumstances. Anyway, the creator of one of my nicknames who shall be nicknamed, uhm, Bunnie (I promise that there is a legitimate sort of reasoning behind that nickname, if you think about it it works) and I are talking again. Not that we ever weren't talking; its just last year while each of us liked one of the Tybalt/Bryant twins and we hung out a lot for a short period of time before randomly stopping. Not that we got in a fight or anything, just we stopped liking them and thus no longer needed to confer in the corner about their every move, the result being we went back to our various friends but still remained on good terms. Anyway, she's in my french class and math class this year so we talk a little bit and after French today she needed to go see her track coach and took me with her. Which isn't the interesting part. The interesting part is what comes next - as we're walking back down the stairs our coversation goes something like this (it's the jist, I don't remember the exact words):

"SO. You know Tybalt? You know how you liked him?"

"Mhmm. I don't like him anymore. Although oddly now that I don't like him we talk a lot. Anyway, what about him?"

"WELL I didn't mean this in a sort of taking turns way, like I mean I didn't start this because you stopped, but after you didn't like him anymore and I didn't like Bryant I sort of liked Tybalt a bit over the summer and such. But like, I don't know if I really did/how much whatever but we were talking a texting a lot so I figured what the hell and we were at this pool party and I asked him to counties because yea. But like if you wanted to ask him to counties I didn't mean to take him from you and if you wanna go with him I'll totally step down and stuff." (this is me doing a quick summary, she was really vauge and it's pretty much the jist of what I got from what she said)

"Hahahahahaa, well, first of all, I feel very loved about how you'd do that. But second, don't worry. I'm not asking him to counties. I'm not planning on going."

"But, ugh, Kathrya, like, I mean, if you really wanted to you totally can. I dunno if I really wanna go with him like I don't regret asking but I don't knooooooooooow."

"Trust me it's fine. Just go together and enjoy it. Although I was pretty surprised you didn't ask Bryant. I think the whole world was surprised."

"Hahaha I know, but I mean, it was TWO YEARS and he never grew a pair and asked me out. Sometimes I wonder if he's annoyed I didn't ask him but whatever, that ship has sailed."

"Hahahaaahaa, yea, much agreed. Anyway, don't worry too much about counties. It will be totally fine :)"

And that's more or less about it. :D

Don't make me swine all over you!

Really, Don't. It's a pretty good threat, even though I haven't been contagious for somewhere in the realm of a week and a half according to my doctor (you can infect people way before your symptoms show up, but pretty much once you feel sick people can't catch it. It's the damnedest thing.). I found out today when skating that perhaps I'm not as well as I thought I was, considering about 5 minutes of exercise exhausts me thoroughly - not that it stopped me from skating for two hours. It's just now left me utterly useless to so much as stand up. I, however, will be brave and sleep on it and show up at school tomorrow (mainly due to my lack of a choice). It's somewhat sad since track starts tomorrow, and I won't be there. I will be home. Making up work and swine-ing all over the place (yes swine is now a verb).

Actually, this will probably end up knocking me out of the season since, me knowing me, I won't actually be capable of completing a track workout until I've completely kicked the flu (it pretty much zaps all muscle strength and endurance to the point where I am unsure how I am surviving gym tomorrow) and by then it will probably be next week or the week after. At which point I might not even do track. Or, yet again me being me, I might within the next twelve hours suddenly get all my forms together and be at practice on the morrow. Although it would be nice to take the winter off, which I wanted to do anyway. I wasn't going to do indoor period the end, but then friends talked me into it and my family just spent the last four days talking me back out of it. I do have legitimate concerns: I hate this season and only run one event, my knees and everything are going and I need time to heal, I will be skating regardless so it's not like I will be totally out of shape, and for at least the present I'm swine-ing to the point where two hours on the rink takes everything out of me as opposed to last year when it took a good three to four. I'm really just horribly afraid I will let down my friends. But I sooooo don't want to do indoor.

Ah well, I shall sit around and waver for a while and feel horribly guilty about not doing it, but for now I physically can't, we'll see about later (and besides I have about three years of work to make up from last week thank you Anatomy and Physiology).

Also Tybalt. Me. Dating. Only, NOT AT ALL. I thought I should say this definitively as I just endured hints from my very much adored best friend Racheal that we are. No, we're just strangely good friends for a male and a female. No extracurriculars, apologies. :) He's cute, but I think I would prefer to hug something that I don't feel like I could snap in half. (Yea, his hugs suck. Same with his brother's. They really need to have more female friends and be less awkward so they could have a chance to learn to give good hugs. Ah well.)

Also, I reallyreallyreallyreally have a mad need to see everyone in that math class. I miss not seeing you right after class everyday :C I'll be there to pick Tea and Gretchen up tomorrow! Goodie!

That's what she said....

...essentially defines all the sounds coming from the next room, and it works too because about half of it a female really is saying. "I'm gonna have to make out with myself!" being the latest quote. Why do I know this, and moreover what other room am I talking about considering usually my room is the basement so there IS no room next door. Well, I'm down south for thanksgiving along with my younger brother and my older brother's girlfriend and the computer happens to be outside the older monster's room. Needless to say the door is closed and they are both inside. I suppose I would remove myself but that would make it difficult to go write this blog entry, and, more importantly, I really don't feel like doing work tonight. (Although I am very well aware that as soon as this is finished I will end up working. Sigh. I hate missing school.)


Actually, I just got hungry which means I'm going to post this and finish it later. Perhaps when I come back the lovebirds will have found something more, um, productive and less reproductive to do with themselves. (Not that they are having sex. Trust me they aren't that stupid.)

The Swine Flu Survival Guide

Surviving Swine Flu is really quite simple, as long as you make sure to keep these important tips in mind:

1. Don't expect to feel like anything even mildly resembling a human the first day. You will be something along the lines of a lump of thing that is incapable of doing anything other than sleep, wake up and make the occasional fevered grunt of appriciation for being sick, and then go back to sleep within the first five minutes. There will be no relief for you either because you will be unconcious for about a full twenty-four hours (grunts notwithstanding) so you will not be able to take pills or medication in general.

2. Use the bathroom before you get sick. That's right, get everything out of your system. You will not be able to get up for the first two days anyway, so that makes bathroom breaks somewhat difficult. Besides, even if by some miracle you do manage to sit up, you will probably collapse a few times on your way to and from the toilet. It's not a pretty sight. At all.

3. Stuff your face. I mean it. Eat as much as you possibly can because let me tell you, there will be absolutely no food consumed in any way, shape, or form until the evening of day 3. Nada. So either you are like me and have enough body fat that it doesn't matter, or you make sure you stock up on it right before you become totally incapacitated.

4. For christ's sake, buy some bleeding chapstick. You will just so regret it if you don't by the time you've gone through four tissue boxes and your lips are singing a chorus of "Hark, I fucking hurt."

5. Make sure you have friends willing to be horrible students and text in class. It breaks the monotony up a bit because you have someone to bitch to about how awful you feel and how much work you are about to have to make up.

6. You're contageous before your symptoms. So if your friends have swine and you've been hanging out around them, make sure you say hi to your worst enemy at least three times a day. That way if you get infected you might be able to take them out while you're at it.

7. Have a laptop. Sitting up will exhaust you and take energy, so just grab a laptop. You could practice being a cotton farmer on farmville or something, anything really, but it's a lot more interesting than watching television. Trust me, by the time you are on your fifth law and order SVU rerun you will want to go to school and be healthy so badly you would even start off with evil-teacher-from-the-black-lagoon's class.

8. Tylenol is magical. When it's day two and you're actually capable of being quasi-awake for more than two seconds at a time you'll be awake to really process just how awful and feverish you feel. This is when you go on a medication binge and have as much as often as the instructions permit in hopes you might feel a little less crappy. It doesn't do much, but it gives you piece of mind and well, it probably did something.

9. Go to the doctor, even though there isn't much point because it's a viral infection so it's not like it can be treated. You might get lucky and be one of the priveledged few to use the side enterance for special cases and go into the quarentine room. It's pretty awesome and you feel damn special. Not to mention no one can see you so if you really feel like it you can show up in say, a pig costume. Get it..... swine flu..... pig costume? Yea. I'm clever.

10. Try to pick a week you have nothing due. This way, when you actually make it back to school, you don't get completely, totally, and utterly owned by a workload.

And that's really about it. :) Now you guys will all be pros at managing to survive swine flu!

Also note for Tea: Sorry about vanishing on FB chat, it kicked me off for some reason and didn't like letting me back on.

So. Fucking. Epic.

Is essentially the story of my weekend so far, so be prepared for an insanely long post.

Let us start with friday, shall we? Well, Jackie and I were supposed to go to a party, but we got there and it sucked. It was not only a total sausage fest with about two girls other than us, one of whom was the sibling of the host, but if you didn't want to get high there was nothing to do. So after about oh maybe twenty seconds and one massive second-hand-pot headache that made me completely positive I did NOT want to be here I turn to Jackie and am like, "HEY, lets go to the beach with people?" After about five seconds, she consents and we round up Excitable Asian and her lover boy, Short-Asian-Boy (SAB) and a few of his friends he decides to bring and head to the beach. Hilarities ensue on the car ride which are then followed by us all climbing up onto the roof with some vodka and beer. In retrospect, it was not a good move to drink on a roof, but no one got drunk (SAB was the only one even buzzed because he has ZERO tolerance) and I discovered straight vodka taste like cough syrup and spat it out. I will admit to some sips of beer which were almost all followed by Jackie taking the can or SAB wanting some but for those of you who are worried, I had maybe a quarter of the can TOPS. Not even buzzed. Points for me.

Anyway, after a while we all decided it was time to go to the playground and after some swinging an epic game of truth or dare commenced. Some of the better dares: I recieved a lap dance from SAB, Jackie gave SAB a lap dance, I have now kissed both Jackie and SAB on the cheek, SAB's friend has been kissed on the elbow by both me and Jackie and I slapped his ass. SAB called up someone and left a message professing his undying love, my hair got chewed on, and Lover Boy mooned a car. SAB also had to play a stripper and strip down to his boxers while his friend had to run around with his pants down to his ankles. A lot of fun was had. :)

Anyway, at some point during all this we decided to go to the Diner after being joined by more of SAB's friends. Thus I had Lover Boy drive my car because although ample time had passed and I hadn't even been buzzed it was legal for him to drive people and I didn't want to take a chance with someone else in the car. We arrived at the Diner and had wonderful conversations before leaving as the entirety of our school started to drift in - great timing for leaving on our part. I am proud of us.

Anyway, I took SAB to his friend's house (not the one present for Truth or Dare) and Jackie drove his friend there. (I was driving again because it was like two and a half hours since several sips of alcohol. So I figured it was all through me and besides felt fine.) Except her key was bent and they had to unbend it in order for her to be able to actually use her car, thus SAB and I got to his friend's house way before them. Of course since the tech party was being held there and his friend had yet to arrive SAB didn't want to go in, thus as a result we sat in my car with my windows open and the music on so loud my car was shaking a bit. Needless to say we got a lot of strange looks as people poured into the party. Actually, when Jackie and SAB's friend arrived SAB climbed out of my window to get out of the car, apparently deciding that the door was overrated.... and after this Jackie and I returned to her place in time for curfew and sleep.

Needless to say, it was quite the epic friday night.

On to saturday.

First I slept until eleven (still surprized Jackie didn't wake me up), then post breakfast, chatter, and attempting to contact Tea to drag her along with us, we made cookies after which we randomly showed up at Tybalt and Bryant's house. Like, literally randomly. We drove there with cookies and then I texted Tybalt to check his driveway and had him call Bryant out once he got out there. Needless to say, they appriciated the cookies and then invited us inside. We all hung out for a while before Jackie left to go witness horrible literature in movie format and I stayed put. (According to Tybalt I was there for five hours. I wouldn't know, didn't bother to do the math.) Anyway, more epic conversations were had and then I left because it was my little brother's birthday. Post birthday dinner and cake an epic debate took place (it's on the scrabble board picture on facebook if anyone feels like reading it) resulting in Excitable Asian and Tybalt deciding they will fight. Apparently it's actually happening, all that lacks is a date - and I for one think Tybalt will loose.







Two final thoughts:
Apologies for the lack of particularly good writing; whenever I have a lot to say my writing skizzles pretty much go to hell. And finally, kudos to anyone who actually read all this hahahahhaa

I really wish...

...that the parental unit known as my father would grow a set of balls. I mean, he so totally lacks them and it makes him such an asshole to deal with because he totally tries to compensate. The poor boy's got penis envy regarding everyone including women and our ovaries of steel. This was painstakingly obvious tonight when he ran around being a douchebag because he didn't think that we had a right to see our grandparents when they called to find out if they could see us this weekend because "I have a life!" Which is really quite amusing because not only do I know he has no weekend plans (I am the only one currently in residence who has some semblance of a social life) but he just hasn't got a life in general. As far as I know he barely has friends as well. And I'm not even getting started on Renee the Second. (Yes, no snazzy psuedonom but I happen to lack any regard for her safety by definition as she's going out with my dad.)

Also evil-hellion-teacher-from-the-black-lagoon gave me a B- on an assignment because I used a metaphor about a problem and a solution regarding healing a wound and she thought I should have written solved the problem instead. What. A. Tool. I apologize for not being a halfwit zombie who can't string together any sounds more complicated than "uh" and the more intimidating "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" but that doesn't mean you need to knock off 20 points. Although technically it wasn't 20 because the assignment wasn't out of 100, it was out of much less, but that is totally besides the point.

But enough of my rantings about an otherwise mediocre day. I need to go do work for the teacher-from-the-black-lagoon and study anatomy for a big test tomorrow. Sigh. Wish me luck :)

Use Your Head

I'm beginning to be positive that volleyball is really quite the epic sort of pastime. The Midwestern State used his head - quite literally - in a particularly snazzy fluke in which he headed the volleyball. I would laugh at him, but I'm rather jealous of his skills since the last time my head came in contact with a volleyball (too recently for my taste) I used my face. Honestly, how do I acquire these top-of-the-head skills? Speaking of heads, Excitable Asian almost got pegged in the head by the Midwest when he was attempting to chuck the volleyball back to the sever, but she ducked at the last moment. Clearly, we do almost too good of a job using our heads during gym class.

Speaking of the Midwest, Friend A - now named Jackie because I figured it out GO ME - made up with her Y Chromosomes today. I'm so proud of her! Yay for drama being solved!

This reminds me, I did not get chocolate from Tybalt today. Although I did get mauled by sophomore-pal-who-can't-be-single-for-more-than-two-milliseconds. It was rather entertaining although I was temporarily drowned in a sea of boy-I-would-never-go-out-with. It was also probably the reason I did not get chocolate as I was so busy being mauled I think Tybalt passed me. (I didn't actually SEE him so I wouldn't know, but whatever) OH and teacher-from-the-black-lagoon-who-teaches-government will be out for a week in December. I had a very hard time not crying tears of pure joy upon finding this lovely little gold nugget of news. I do believe that December is going to be a very, very, very good month. :)

To the left, to the left

No, not everything you own in the box to the left. :) Try moving your eyes to the left! Look at the snazzy pixel me I did. I figured given this is the internet perhaps putting something similar to how I actually look would be a bad thing so I turned myself into a redhead giving a piggy-head-ride to an oversized black rabbit. (Well, according to the original artist, it's actually in the action of sucking my brain out. But my brain is so fried I don't have one, so it'll have to settle for the ride instead.) This is what I do instead of homework, because I swear to all that is furry and adorable that my brain will implode the next sentence of anatomy I read. Sigh :( Back to work! (Also if you click it it'll take you to the base. I just edited a base because I didn't have enough time/motivation to do it myself from scratch.)

Also, sidenote my computer's colors are a bit off from well, everyone else's it seems. So I apologize if its mindbogglingly saturated and just doesn't look like that on mine.

Hearts, Stars, and Rainbows

Ohooo be jealous of my cleverly conceptualized title. (I'm not really sure I can get away with using conceptualized there, but that is rather besides the point. It's nice alliteration.) It really has nothing to do with today aside from the word stars which I was thinking about and then the lucky charms song hopped into my head like a particularly peppy pink rabbit.

Well this is mainly because the aforementioned stargazing attempt to watch a meteor shower was an utter failure due to the distinctly large amount of clouds that happened to decide it was a good idea to fill up the sky. Rather depressing. Although there were some more, amusing highlights to the day which made it all even out. I got two chocolates from Tybalt today, a distinct improvement from the poor lonesome single chocolate obtained yesterday, which was happy. Oh and the Midwestern State attempted to hit a volleyball and instead succeeded in falling over quite artfully (not at all) and landing with a thump. Tea and I had a very hard time quieting our ensuing bout of laughter... it was really quite the stunt. Which reminds me of Tea's actually rather well covered up trip down the stairs previously in the morning. She, unlike the Midwest, succeeded in staying upright and had a rather catchy little saying, which I unfortunately forgot the direct quote to.

Clearly I need to work on this whole deal.

hmmm. I had more to say, but I am sure it will show up later when I get bored of doing work and need something with which to kill time. Which is actually the main reason this is actually being updated. I'm so proud of me. :)

Pikachu, I choose you!

So, being the enormously cool person that I am, I have found out that not only does Tybalt still occasionally play Pokemon, but we are in the middle of a discussion on the matter. Namely debating glitches, strategies, the pokemon themselves.... I would just like to say that I love my friends.

In other news, Friend B (I should really get around to learning more of Tea's names) and Tybalt and I will all be getting up about 3:30, 4:00 am in order to watch the meteor shower. It will be quite exciting. :)

Well. This is awkward.

Hmm. First posts. I never know what to write for these things because I feel they will be horribly inadequate. Which they generally are, but that's entirely besides the point. I suppose I should start this off with something tremendously witty, but unfortunately my wit ran away and eloped last weekend. I'll let you know when it returns.

I suppose I should blame Tea for my existence here because after spending about an hour of my time reading her enormously funny blog (and avoiding learning how to identify every conceivable muscle in the human body) I decided to create one of my own. One which I will indubitably never update again but that's entirely besides the point since my goal is merely to have something with which I can proudly proclaim Tea to have another reader. For anyone who cares, I am Mandeep on her blog. And Kathrya just about everywhere else.

Regardless, I feel compelled to chronicle my weekend seeing as I have round about nothing else to do with my life other than, heaven forbid, actually start work. Unlike my darling nerdy friend, I am rather lacking in the motivation department. I would normally try to keep names consistent with her blog for the benefit of anyone who decides mine is also somewhat entertaining (doubtful) but as I currently cannot remember who is who aside from some painfully obvious ones, I shall call her Friend A. Friend A and I spent a jolly few hours watching Chicago on Friday and complaining about virtually every member of the species who happens to have a Y Chromosome. Unfortunately for you, my weekend was rather boring from there aside from some personal satisfaction found Saturday evening and Sunday.

Bert was back from college and we of course made a celebratory trip to munsons in which I bought her a pound and a half of chocolate for her birthday (a pound from my brother whom she happens to have intimate relations with. Well as intimate as dating can be with a no-down-the-pants rule. And of course a half a pound from me.)

After that I went to our school's play which was well done and proceeded to be that obnoxious kid who laughs at every concievable sexual innuendo. What else is new? During this time we ran into Friend A's friend who I shall have to call Atomic and explained to him that Friend A is rather annoyed with his y-chromosome-owning friends and as they are rather daft I do not believe they have figured it out. Silly boys.

With-An-H (Wah) and I also proceeded to dance in the hallways during intermission, practicing our cool dance moves such as the one in which you stir a pot and bring your "peace signs" over your eyes after forming them with fingers. Needless to say it was quite the sucess and I was rather sad when the lights dimmed and we had to return to our seats to pretend to be well behaved children for the second act.

After this I ended up driving to the beach, to be the only person there (hardly a surprize at it was raining and 10:30) during which I kicked off my shoes, socks, put in my iPod and danced about the beach like a mildly insane person, also wading in the surf while being texted by Tybalt whom it has occured to me that I text with too much. (He informed me we average about 100 texts a night, and 3 thousand a month. Somewhat scary.) I then hopped into my car and realised I was 20 minutes past curfew, in 10 minutes it would be illegal for me to drive anymore, and I was 15 minutes from my house.

For those who care, I made it. And stopsigns became very optional if there were no cars there.

And thus I tire of writing, so I shall sum today up in a few short points:
1. Woke up
2. Went to the barn
3. Had an amazing ride on my horse
4. Went home, blasting country music and getting odd looks
5. Took a nap
6. Recieved an awkward text from Tybalt
7. Played it off fairly well if I do say so myself and continued to procrastinate
8. Read Tea's blog, laughed my ass off
9. Wrote this masterpiece.
10. Left you all to go actually learn what I need to. Yay test first period tomorrow :)