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.

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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.

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.

Sercrets

Kathrya:

GEEEENNNIIEEE

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

and i think facebook chat counts.

Genie:

KKKAAATTTHHRRYYAAA

indeed

Kathrya:

also I'M BORED. AND HOME. ON A SATURDAY NIGHT.

WHY?

Genie:

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

Kathrya:

hes BUSY

like your sister

who i wanted to see

but apparently can't

:(

Genie:

we just got back from little shop

Kathrya:

oh how was it?

Genie:

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

twas good

Kathrya:

a friend's birthday

Genie:

oh. well.

Kathrya:

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

(because I can)

Genie:

hahaha

Kathrya:

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

which i spelled wrong

but shhhh

Genie:

probably because they lost power for 3 days

and i won't tell about your spelling mishaps

Kathrya:

probably

thank you

for keeping it a sercret

...secret

although, sercrets are okay too i suppose

i don't know what they are

but i'll go with it

Genie:

they totally are

Kathrya:

oh yes

i wonder what they are

Genie:

who knows>

*?

Kathrya:

perhaps an endangered gender of penguin?

Genie:

definitely

Kathrya:

which occur when you have XYY

or just YY

in which case you are a SUPERMALE

according to Mrs T-RADS.

Genie:

ALL HAIL SERCRETS; THE SUPER MANLY PENGUINS!!!

Kathrya:

YESSSSSSS

they have chest HAIR

it's pretty intense

soo manly the female penguins swoon

Genie:

because chest feathers arent good enough

Kathrya:

exactly.

not quite manly enough

not for sercrets

Genie:

nope :)

i wonder what one of these sercrets would look like

i may have to mess with photoshop for this one

Kathrya:

haha

definately

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

Genie:

for my chest feathers

Kathrya:

YES

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

Genie:

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

Kathrya:

oh totally

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

Genie:

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

*good

Kathrya:

definately

because, well, you don't look very manly

especially compared to a sercret

so i'm assuming you're XX

Genie:

DEFINITELY not definately

indeed

Genie:

well, that's okay

because

definitely

wantes to be spelled my way

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

Genie:

humph

don't cry over spilled spellings

Kathrya:

i don't

but definitely does

Genie:

well it shouldn't

Kathrya:

no it shouldn't

it's married to definitively

and has a good life

so it shouldn't.

but it still does anyway

Genie:

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

Kathrya:

spouse

Souse it its pet mouse

*is it's

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

Genie:

i meant spouse. I missed the P

Kathrya:

it's okay

a lot of people miss p

speaking of p

i need to pee.

so i'm going to leave you

regrettably.

:(

Genie:

i'll survive

Kathrya:

will you?

Genie:

i think so

it might be difficult

Kathrya:

well i hope you do

Tea would kill me otherwise

Genie:

me too

Genie:

:(

Genie:

:( goodbye

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.

AHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

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:

1-Tybalt

2-Penguine

3-Me

4-Nyx

5-Tea

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?
Roc

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

Who starts a giant game of truth or dare?
Nyx

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?
Nyx

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?
Penguine

Who is the loudest?
........me

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

Who is the most respectful?

Roc

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?

Tea

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

Who is always dancing?
Penguine

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.

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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.

In Which I Talk

Really, I just wanted a post about nothing in particular. I mean, god knows if I actually had to have something to blog about every time I wrote a post they would be scarcer than they already are - which really is saying something. I mean, goodness knows I get up to enough things in my life that finding something really worth writing about is fairly difficult. So, today's topic would happen to be the Magical Cake Fairy.


No, I'm serious. The Magical Cake Fairy clearly exists. How do I know? I have been visited by this fairy. After all, I woke up this morning and tip-toed tentatively through the kitchen (well, as well as you can possibly tip-toe tentatively whist on crutches) and lo and behold there is a big white box in the kitchen. Well, there is only one thing that anyone could possibly do with a big white box: open the damn thing and check it for bombs. Upon finding none, I had to start salivating, for within was 3/4 of a cake. I had no idea where said cake was from or who produced the chocolate and cream splendor, but obviously I helped myself. So this is a shout out to you, Magical Cake Fairy, for bringing me this mysterious delicious cake.

I shall set to going up several pant sizes immediately.

All About Tybalt

Because, of course, I need to post all of the juicy details. I mean, I'm well aware that most of my reader base has heard it, but I did promise.

Besides, I just came from reading Tea's blog so I'm motivated (and on the subject of Tybalt's eyebrows, he gets them waxed. Although when he lets them grow out before the next session it seriously bugs the crap out of me - even more so than when Bryant's bit of hair is too short and sticks up and flounces as he walks and THAT really bugs me.)

Anyway, we will have a brief overview of the first date because most of you know the details, then moving into the second one.

Date #1 (Valentines Day):
-picked me up in his car (and looked cute in his shirt)
-gave me a pound of chocolates wrapped in heart wrapping paper (which was cute, although I'm surprised he went near that sort of paper)
-took me to Tengda for lunch (really yummy - oh and he paid, that too)
-went back to my house to watch the olympics (although there was more talking that actually watching to be honest. also, he was too chicken to put his arm around me)
-got bored of the olympics and went to Margot's to watch a movie and eat cookies (during which he finally got the courage to put his arm around me; although at first i thought he was going to do the stupid yawn thing)
-i needed to go to SAT class, so he took me home
-no, we did not kiss or hug goodbye (it was in the car, so hugging wouldn't have worked)


Date #2 (two days after I killed my ankle):
-he came over, I let him in
-we watched Ace Ventura #2 (and talked for a bit during it because we interrupt things like that)
-his stomach made noises until i finally managed to talk him into food
-we snacked and continued watching (oh yea and he used me needing to put my foot up to put his arm around me. which i, yet again, find cute but at the same time he could learn from the Nike slogan of Just Do It.)
-movie ended, we didn't move and kept talking
-he had to go, so i walked him out and we had an awkward hug (the crutches got in the way)


Well, he's learning. I'm fairly proud of him.


And no, Nyx, we have not yet had a conversation on how he took 3458345 years to ask me out.

Crutches Aren't Fun

I know I owe you all a post containing the details of my date with Tybalt. But right now I'm more in the mood to feel sorry for myself, so that will have to wait.

I have a sprained ankle because some fucking kid cut me off at the rink and I tried to dodge her. Changing direction mid-crossover is NOT easy. Well, unless you're a professional skater. I'm not.

All the fucking kids who don't know how to skate should stay the fuck off the rink. (Obviously, my friends are an exception to this rule)


Now I'm on crutches for just shy of a week (depending how I feel) and I'm basically not supposed to do much for a while. It's not really the pain that bothers me - I've broken bones multiple times before, so while it hurts like fuck it's all in perspective. I can handle that. It's more the fact I can't DO things. And its my ANKLE. Hello, RUNNER HERE. The last think I needed was ANOTHER leg/foot related injury. This was why I DIDNT do indoor, so I could heal for outdoor.

Not that I didn't expect something to happen. Usually whenever I have a really really good day the next day is shit. Karma likes to average things out. And besides, I'm always sick during break, and I wasn't sick. So I knew SOMETHING was going to happen. Not that it stopped me from having a life.


UGH.




Fucking kids. Someone remind me I thought it would be a good idea not to just take out the kid??

Disney's Number One Stripper

Because, well, Disney mens are generally hot. I mean, they have to be since they're hooking up with the main characters who are supposed to be gorgeous to the point that Nyx (who will now be referred to as Nyx but tagged as Jackie because I can) would probably start lecturing about "unattainable body image" as she does whenever we walk into anywhere with a picture of a model.


Of course, not that I sit around and converse about wanting to watch Disney characters strip in my free time without any sort of actual reason. I went over to Penguine's house yesterday to watch a movie which then dissolved into being a Disney movie night consisting of Pocahontas, Mulan, Tarzan, and Balto in that order. There is this scene of about .2 seconds in Tarzan in which he rips off his shirt to go and save people/apes in his immensely sexy way which we had to rewatch 2 times which provoke the thought that Tarzan would make the greatest stripper ever. I mean, we've all gotten a great look at the merchandise and it's not like he isn't used to running around almost-naked.

This quickly dissolved into comparing the various Disney boys (my favorite of which is Naveen for the sole reason of his accent being ridiculously sexy) and who would be the best stripper. Tarzan took the #1 spot, of course, with Shan coming after.


I mean, no one who likes running around without a shirt on that much can possibly be a saint.

West Side Story

Well, I'm back and exhausted. :) But it was SOOOO FUN. We spent like three hours in the restaurant (three courses of Italian, I'm all for it) and then walked down to Broadway. Which was fun, but FREEZING. I kept expecting to look down and realize that my toes had frostbite all over them - and honestly, they probably would have if it weren't for the fact that we kept going into random stores every block or two in order to warm up.

Anyway, we finally got to the theatre and West Side Story started. And Ohhhh MY GAWD. Why were they even wearing cloths??? How many ways can you say an incredibly hot mostly-male cast. UGH it was beautiful. I spent most of the time staring at the guy who played Bernardio who was one hell of a hottie: George Akram. Only his character dies at the end of the first act, which lead to a tragic intermission filled with me bitching about how now who was I supposed to stare at since the hottest actor was off of the stage.

Fortunately, Tony (Matthew Hydzik) was also pretty damn hot and provided plenty of eye-candy. He was the only person to be shirtless during the play, and eightpack. I think I have concluded I need to marry someone on Broadway because those boys are riiiiiiiiiiiiiiipped and good looking.




Anyway, when I got back to her house it was 12:00. And what do you do at 12:00? OBVIOUSLY you go and visit Tybalt. Which I did. To be fair, Wah (who had the party) is his neighbor so it wasn't really sketchy. Although while we were chatting downstairs Bryant walked in and was fairly confused. (But mostly miffed I hadn't told him I was coming.... but I did think he was asleep. Ah well.)

Anyway, we chatted for like a half hour about counties and Tybalt explained how he totally thinks Bunnie likes him cause she was all over him during it. But he "didn't really want to do anything about it." we then discussed prom and then I left to go to the friend's house I was staying at for the night since I kind of couldn't go home considering it was several hours past my own curfew AND legal curfew. My B.



However, all this pales under the fact that George Akram is the hottest thing to hit Broadway.

Pretty and Shiney

I think that someone really needs to keep me out of Silver Ribbon. I mean, seriously. I go in there and end up taking to the workers for like a half hour and get very distracted by all the glittery shiny things all over the place. I am now minus my Christmas money and up one present for a friend in the grade below us who is having a sweet sixteen tomorrow. Although I suppose I'll be in there less after all the sweet sixteens are over; that's the year that society feels people deserve a big present. I mean, it IS sixteen. I don't know what I would do without the store since you're supposed to give more expensive presents and it is instrumental in keeping me from breaking the bank. Besides, for what they carry, Silver Ribbon is cheap. The stuff targeted for our age is nice and doesn't cost an arm and a leg - totally different from the shitty jewelry you find at, say, Forever 21 that isn't actually worth much, is really ugly, and yet still costs about the same. Not to say everything is cheap; the really fancy stuff targeted for people who are either much or slightly older than teenage years tend to be more expensive.

But I digress, she doesn't know about this blog and I feel the need to share: I got her these killer glass bead earrings that are like greenish and blackish which I think will really go with her, I looked at them and thought of her so I figured they'd be pretty damn good.



And then, of course, I hurried out before the pretty and shiney could lay hold to me completely and imprison me there for good.

Talks with Tybalt

Tybalt:
HAHAHHAHAHAHAH
whats so bad about running around nude?

Kathrya:
hahahaa
well, I suppose the breeze is nice
but it's fairly cold you know
and its kind of like having a sign on my back screaming PLEASE RAPE ME

Tybalt:
ohhh true true that wouldnt be good....and for the rape part you could just beat them off
no big deal hahaa

Kathrya:
hahaa true
all the same, i think i'll go with modesty.



I loved this too much out of context to not show you guys. :D have fun!

The Drunk Pedophile at the Library

Well, considering midterms are coming up, I figured perhaps studying would be a good thing and, acknowledging that we would get nothing done at home, Jackie and I went to the library to attempt to do work instead. Some of the Y Chromosomes were there so we ended up joining them and actually managed to accomplish work.

However, in our little section of quiet, work paradise, an evil darker than you could ever imagine was lurking in plain sight. He was overweight, overdressed, and sketchily keeping to his own little cubicle while the unwitting teenagers worked to the side, studying their materials and working towards perhaps not failing midterms. It was only when the y chromosomes left in search of food and our resident evil got up and left to wander in circles around the library for a few hours, leaving his stuff at the table, was his gruesome secret revealed.

One of them started texting Jackie, warning about his misdeeds and not to go any nearer to him than we had. Thinking that it was all one big joke, we just more or less laughed it off and nicknamed him the pedophile. It was only once we all returned post-din din that the true horrors were revealed. While we were sitting nearby oh-so-innoncently doing our work like good little high schoolers occasionally do he was sitting there drinking apparently cheap booze out of a bottle and watching child pornography. Quite a charmer, huh? Several of the Y Chromosomes had witnessed such actions taking place and we all shuddered and groaned, ignoring his pile of stuff and resuming our work.

Eventually a librarian worker was summoned who escourted him out of the building - although it unfortunately took our drunk, homeless pedo quite a while to do this and I was seated next to his stuff at this particular juncture in time. This caused me to be subject to his charming man-scent of bad liqour, sweat, and grime while he put everything away and sketched (the verb for sketchy people in motion) away down the hallway, before being finally thrust through the gates to the great outdoors.



Needless to say, he was not missed. At all.

Sharing Stomachs

So, I would like to think that everyone who actually reads this has heard me whine about how Tybalt doesn't eat in front of girls - namely me as I really don't think he knows that many girls well enough to go out and have food with them. Today as a holy-crud-I-don't-want-to-do-any-more-work slash hurray Kathrya can sort of have a life again because her anatomy and physiology project is finally done sort of then Tybalt, Bryant, Jackie and I all went to crumbs. After some deliberating over which cupcakes in which we could indulge ourselves and succumb to the fatness that is gooey cupcakey goodness we sat down.

And then these guys walked in together, around maybe twenty. Wearing pajama pants. And I was so frusterated because my amazing gaydar failed me - I cannot tell if they were straight or not. It was just. So. Frusterating.

But that is completely besides the point. Back to Tybalt being incapable of eating in front of people with superior genetics (aka females) he actually finished the whole cupcake, and proceeded to talk about perhaps getting another one. Which lead to a chat about what the fuck was he doing actually eating, and as Bryant was not eating, clearly they shared stomachs.



Or there is my personal favorite, Jackie's theory: They're the same person. Two different bodies. No biggie.

Courseplanning

Courses for next year:
1.Free
2.Reading/Writing Fic
3.Irish Lit or Myth and Bible
4.Pre-Calc honors? I really don't know about math. I'll talk to Gnomes/guidance about it.
5.Enviromental (sem. 2)
6.Area Study (no idea which one yet, I vote we all take one together)
7.Being a T.A. for T-RAD's biology B or A class (I need to talk to guidance, but T-RADs she said its okay for me to T.A. her class. I'd almost prefer bio b because then the material is easier/less brushing up on, but I dont want to put up with a bunch of stupid kids on pot.)
8.A.P. Biology or Physics (probs A.P. Bio, I need to talk to T-RADs and my guidance councilor)
9.Marine Bio (sem. 1)
10.Forensics (sem. 1)
11. something else - horticulture maybe? or medical terminology? I'm not sure. I need another class. Or I could just take a second free period. Or I could only be a teacher's assistant for one semester and then take physics as well as A.P. Bio. Or I could take pottery/watercolor/some art class.

Homework: Nine hours and Counting

I need a break. I like, haven't had breaks. Well, that's not entirely fair. I did get a break at two in order to go to my friend's boy scout thing which was boring and I was actually wishing I was doing homework, but he's a family friend and essentially family so I didn't mind. And then I went to the Princess and the Frog for the third time with Penguine. Which none of you will know who that is, and I'll explain in school. And then I got home and had dinner. But other than that I was working with a few facebook checks, none of which lasted more than five minutes (Tea, I was at dinner when you were trying to talk to me, but to answer that question, no, that's perfectly normal. And in a non-sketchy straight way, yes, yes you do have a nice butt. So don't worry ^^- )

But those (and this) are all the breaks I had today. I didn't even have food today aside from dinner and popcorn at the movie.

I suppose I shouldn't be bitching since I know some of you get more work. But I'm not looking forward to running on fumes this week. Sigh.


Back to the grindstone :(

A night out turned into a night in

Good god I'm tired. And am saying I'm going to bed right after this, but probably won't.

Today was more or less the normal hectic life of mine, I smuggled Columbus's skis to him from right under my dad's nose - which took talent considering I was in the garage and he was right above me. (Which means he could hear every little thump.) I spent a cautious while hunting down my older brother's gear, and then had to spend an hour moving things so I could get to the skis and then had to take them out and compare them to his boots so that I could find the right ones as they weren't labled. Without my dad knowing. It went well, especially considering he came in in the middle of it at which point I prended to be putting crap in my car. I found two skis which could be my brother's and then had to get them up to redding and come back and replace the other one without dad missing them. I deserve a super secret stealth not-aisian ninja award.

Tybalt came over today for several hours instead of me going out skating, since my dad decided it was much to cold for that to happen. Which was really obnoxious. But we played mario party for a few hours and then hit facebook (I talked to people as me on his facebook, and we argued on it too, so now he looks tri-polar. Tri because my little brother wrote stuff too. I find it hysterical. Tybalt.... not so much, but he let me do it. Suprising, not going to lie.) And my little brother showed us some stuff on the internet which was funny... he was hanging out with us all night aside from the next bit because he's awesome. Then we left and drove to the beach, but at the time we got there it was eleven so we both had to go right home. Which is okay, cause it was cold.

Except I have a sweatshirt from my dad that is sooooo warm and fuzzy it's rediculous.

Me loves. :)

Back North

Hmm. I'm back.

And drawing again. Which means I don't feel like writing much right now.










I don't want to do homework. :(