In which I report on things and decide to prioritize my priorities

Instead of doing the cleaning that I really should be doing, I just read over my BFS list (for those of you who are new or don't remember what that is, click on the link. No seriously, you won't understand most of this post otherwise.)

And it was both exciting and frightening. Mostly frightening. 

It was exciting because I've actually done some stuff of the resolution part of the list (aka the icky stuff.) 

I got on top of my school stuff. This is going well enough that I consider this item crossed off. Other than that, I haven't really finished anything exactly. I've improved in everything but a better sleep schedule (good sleep or good grades I suppose), but I still have a lot of work to do on these.

Now, the BFS part (aka the fun stuff) is not going so well.
Seriously, I can't honestly say that I've done anything on this list. I've read half the books I wanted to. I haven't even started my afgan or my novel (On that note, NaNo is getting alarmingly close). Etc etc.

I do feel kinda bad that I haven't gotten to these things, but I'm actually not guilt tripping myself about it like I usually do. I feel like my priorities have changed a bit during the past few months.
Actually my new priority is to prioritize. Last school year I had a lot of time on my hands, so I could just about everything I wanted to. This year is a bit different. My free time, what little I have, must be budgeted carefully.
The things on my list aren't really important any more. My new goals are to actually do the simple things. I want to crochet. I don't need to make an entire afgan this year. I just want to write. I don't need to finish a novel. I want to make time to read. I don't need to read a certain number of books.

And there you have it. My long over-due update on the BFS list.

In other news, I have a Shakira song stuck in my head on loop, and if I don't get something else instead soon, I think I will be forced to stab myself in the head with a spork.

Remind me what I was apologizing for again?

I just spent way too much time procrastinating on some English homework I need to finish by Monday. I was reading blogs. I procrastinated so long I'm pretty sure my eyeballs could fall out any second from staring at the computer screen so long. Yes, I still mutter about why I need glasses.

Also, don't you think slightly really stale cinnamon rolls are the most wonderful things ever? You know as you eat them that you are having more sugary goodness than is strictly awesome for trying to lose weight without actually eating something that is really worth that sacrifice. Plus you have to try to type your blog post with one hand. Which takes a while. (Bwa ha ha ha. Time I actually have right now. Fall break FOR THE WIN!!!)
If you haven't guessed already, my brain to finger filter is not really working

But on to the point that I'm sure the title is hinting at. It's been a bit over a week since I posted last, and as I signed into blogger today, this made me feel guilty again. Not only has it been 10 whole bajillion days since I posted, it's been about 10 bazillion (which is a lot more than 10 bajillion, in case you were wondering) weeks since I've posted regularly, or about interesting things. This made me feel even more guilty, so I read other blogs instead of posting. Which is usually what happens when I post lately. I feel guilty, go read blogs, come back and write an apologetic and probably slightly boring post.

But sometime during a hilarious story about cake I decided to stop feeling bad about it. Because honestly, no matter how hilarious and awesome and inspiring and.... etc. the bloggy world can be, the 'real' world is more important. The homework that has been slightly overwhelming this year is more important. The new awesome friends I have are more important. Getting more than three hours of sleep is more important. And having time to sit for five minutes and let my brain unwind is more important. I don't think I should apologize for that any more.

I'm sure this post is incredibly enjoyable for my readers, because I just told you you aren't at the top of my priority list. But trust me, this is actually good news for you too.

I don't promise any sort of blogging schedule, cause I know I can't stick to one right now, but I do promise that no matter how long I disappear for, I'll make an awesome and worthwhile post, instead of apologizing again and again and again.

Yeah.... so with that I'm going to go eat another cinnamon roll, squint at my computer screen, and mutter things about nonsense.

Yet another ramble about blog technicalities that I'm sure everyone finds ever so interesting

Hi there! So a few things have happened since I posted last. But the most important would be the one were I FINALLY GOT ALL CAUGHT UP ON BLOGS! WOO!
No, I did not read every old post, but most of them. I am reacquainted with all the blogs I follow now, regardless of the posts I may or may not have gotten to read, and I guess that's the important part.

And another thing. Through a series of rather painful cuts, I got my blog feed from 65 down to 42, which is a lot more manageable. Plus the fact that there are 42 make my nerdy self very happy.

Also, I'm slightly idiotic sometimes. After I posted last, I was a little frustrated with my bad follower status, so I decided that before I posted again, I would get all caught up on old blog posts.
Knowing that I am a very busy person, I should have seen this coming, but I didn't.
I just didn't post for like five days, instead of making myself get caught up faster. In true Homer Simpson (actually, I don't watch that show. But I think most people 'quote' it like I do) fashion, DOH!

Well darn it. It's 11:00 now (don't trust the post time stamp. It lies. It refuses to change from Russian time. Don't ask why, I don't know). And I still have a few assignments for school to finish before tomorrow.
Monday how I loath thee.
Tomorrow I shall write the incredibly interesting post about my too-long list of hobbies and school subjects.

Peace, love, and incredibly frightening clown cookies.

Apparently naps induce more weird from me

I've decided it's a really bad idea for me to get less than four hours of sleep. Granted, I did have a nap today (which was funny all by its self), but still. It just messes with your head no matter how long your nap.

Before my nap, I was bored in one of my classes today and doodled a star on my hand. Of course, when I fell asleep it was on that hand. This caused two interesting things. One, I had a faded star stamped onto my face that is still there. And two, I positioned my arms just so that all the blood drained out, kinda like when you hang upside down for too long, but in reverse. So when I woke up an hour later, my arms felt something akin to dead fish. And yes, I did panic just a little bit and rolled over so my dead fish arms draped over my stomach in an odd way that I'm sure looked like I was paralyzed or something. Then I felt the blood come back, which felt something like I was mutating into a were-platypus.
Which somehow made me want to write a story about a platypus who wanted to be a superhero. And then I fell asleep and promptly forgot about that until now. The strangest things your remember when you start rambling about dead fish arms.

And my second piece of evidence is this (haha, that makes me sound like I'm trying to convict myself of something in court. Maybe I have split personality disorder. Or maybe I'm just weird.) Just five minutes ago I was trying to write something down. I don't even know what it was anymore, but I'm sure it was important, and I will greatly regret forgetting tomorrow.
Anyway, I was trying to write the word 'chair', but instead of writing the nice word chair, my brain decided that the random word 'machine' was much better in that sentence. Once I saw this I promptly burst out laughing, and forgot what I was writing.

And the third, and perhaps most convincing piece of evidence is that I was sitting at my brother's house mildly bored and decided this would make a great blog post.


*shakes head at self* I promise to get back into stuff like crafting, writing, actually interesting stories, and you know, if I decide to get really crazy, I might do some actual worth while content or something.

Until then though I'm just trying to get back into the habit of blogging regularly. Also, I will always have really weird and random posts, but I hope to intersperse them with something a little less insane. Well, maybe not less insane exactly, but a type of insane someone won't send me to the asylum for.

That one post where I just started typing and something rather odd and hopefully at least a little amusing came out

Don't you hate it when you meet someone at a one day class/workshop, but then promptly forget about them the second you leave, because you have the memory of a goldfish and don't actually like meeting new people? Well, this part isn't so unpleasant. Something you don't know about isn't going to harm your mental comfort.

But then you're at the grocery store or something, and they walk up to you and go, "Hey *insert your name here*!"

Your initial reaction is something similar to deer in headlights, because some random stranger has started talking to you, and you're envisioning a man in a trench coat offering you candy next to a van with painted over windows.

"How's it going? Man, it's been a while."

Then you calm down a bit, because you realize you must know them from somewhere, and you take a few unsteady breaths to dispel the adrenaline that was about to make you either run faster than superman or suddenly become paralyzed.

At this point they start talking about something funny or cool or really stupid for about a minute, but you stop listening because after the calming realization that you know them, you panic again, because you can't remember their name or where you know them from.

You rack your brain for their name at least, but when nothing is forth coming you just start listing names in your head that may go with their face.

This is usually when you realize that there's been an awkward pause in the other person's rapid speech, and you don't know what you're supposed to respond with. So you laugh, hoping it was a joke, but the other person just looks slightly offended at this and you hope against hope that she didn't just tell you about how her pet cat died.

In a desperate attempt to free yourself from this awkward situation, you pretend to check the watch you're not wearing, mumble something about being late for your shopping errand, return your shopping cart to the front, and run like a cheetah on steroids without getting any of the food you really needed.

In which rambling about lunch foods is actually useful to writing

Apparently not blogging for two months or so puts me out of practice on spewing out random things that are hilarious, interesting, snarky, or all of the above on demand. (That sentence construction was pretty awful :P)
Cause I've sat here staring at the blank spot for content for about 20 minutes now, and nothing particularly brilliant has come out of my strange brain. Or really anything at all, unless you'd like to hear about what I had for lunch (it was good. Mmmm, burritos.)

And I'm starting to get frustrated at that endlessly blinking cursor, like it's somehow to blame. And then I start yelling at the computer and threatening to beat it with a bat, cause it won't make me come up with something particularly awesome.

Then people start to give me weird looks for wanting to strangle my computer, so I decided to come up with  a solution in a calmer way. After reading about half way through my really odd ramble up there I got an excellent idea. I'll talk about the infamous writer's block.

Writer's block: Does it even exist?
A lot (and I mean a lot) of people claim that writer's block doesn't exist in the first place. That it's just a figment of our imaginations. And other people swear that it's their arch nemesis.

So which is true?

I think that somewhere in the middle is right (aren't I awesome at choosing a side? :P)
Some people tend to use writer's block as an excuse for when they feel stuck, like it's an entity that is somehow stopping them.
On the flip side, it is true that we get stuck in our writing from time to time.
So, I think the truth is, is that writer's block is real, but it's something that we can get past if we work at it (so no lazy excuses people! Well, unless you feel like being lazy. But at least admit you just don't feel like writing.)

How to get past it
There are several different methods, but the way that works for me is exactly what happened in this post. I sit down, can't think of anything, and start rambling off about who knows what until I get an idea.

Which is awesome for a blog post that could actually be about what I had for lunch if I really wanted to be. But how do we get specific ideas for our stories?

As a side note
I've decided it's a bad idea for me to write a blog post at the same time as an English paper. I get all serious and start putting things in orderly thought processes and bold the headings. Heck, I make headings.

Back to writer's block (HA! I didn't put it in bold that time!)
I like to write what one of my favorite authors, Gail Carson Levine, refers to as 'notes' or 'junk'.

Notes are when you write stuff about your story. You ramble about what kind of food your character likes, their favorite color, or why they happen to hate that one teacher until you think of something you could write about in your draft.

Junk is what I was doing. You ramble about what you had for lunch, about why clown cookies scare you, why you hate having no ideas, or why gorillas look so funny (ironic, seeing as we bear a strong resemblance. Well, more of a resemblance than lizards or whatever.) Until one weird idea leads to another, and to another, and eventually it leads to something that would actually make a good story idea.


So yeah... that's my piece on writer's block. And yeah I know it sounded a lot like a school paper, but in my defense I haven't written a blog post in a long time, and I have written quite a few papers.

Rock on! Peace out! Don't kill too many stupid people! All that good stuff

Hmm. Well that went well.

You know, I've noticed an interesting pattern. Whenever I say in a post I'm going to be posting more often, I disappear for a while week month or more.

Now, I'm not going to claim I was too busy, cause there were definitely times during the last two months or more when I could've posted. And it's not like I suddenly didn't like blogging anymore either.

The truth is, it's not only the blog that kinda died for no apparent reason. My whole life kinda went 'bleh'. And I had no idea why! For the longest time I could not put my finger on why I wasn't the happiest and why I was getting so lazy with all my hobbies.

Well, about three weeks ago I figured it out (which of course was the time school decided to punch me in the stomach, pin my hands behind my back, sit on me, and laugh at my attempt to have a life).

The simplest way of putting it would to be to say I was bored, but that's not the real problem. I got lazy about life. I wanted good experiences and fun stuff to come my way all by themselves, and when they didn't (ha, life isn't that nice) I got pessimistic and thought things were hard. When in truth, I was just sitting around being a bum.

I'm not really sure what made me snap out of it, but I did. And then I yelled at myself. And then got in an argument with myself. And then I wasn't speaking to myself for a while. And then I wondered if I was insane, and decided to just get over it already.

So now I'm getting my rear back in gear, which means I'm crafting, writing, tripping over my own feet, mocking myself, making snarky comments, and most importantly for my followers, I'm blogging again. Now, notice I'm not saying I'm going to post more often, cause that never goes well. But I'm over my weird semi-mid-life/summer crisis thing I had going that was, in a word, lame.

To celebrate this, I redid the blog again. Out with the old ya know. Isn't it shiny?

On yet another note, I promise to stop being a lame follower, and read all your guys' amazing stuff again. And leave comments.
Uh, though I think this time I won't post a comment on every old post. Cause that would kinda eat my soul. And I don't think that'd be a fun experience.

Which brings me to the part I've been dreading about this post. I've decided that I follow too many blogs for me to keep up with. GAH! There's too much awesome! It's overwhelming.
So, I have to stop following some blogs. At first I thought it'd be easy 'I know! I'll just stop following the blogs that haven't updated for like 9 months'
But then I realized that wouldn't change how much ends up in my feed on a day to day basis. So, I have to stop following some really good blogs that update all the time. Erg! I don't want to do it, but if there's too much then I just get kinda scared of how much I have to read, and then I don't even get started on any of it.
Grrrr. I don't want to step on any toes, but I just can't read it all.
Hope no one gets offended or anything. Cause if I followed you in the first place, you're awesome.

Anyway! Have a virtual cookie to celebrate the revival of this curse upon sanity.

yum

 And here's some cookies that will probably eat your soul or something, cause I'm a loving, wonderful person, who never does anything even remotely evil *snickers*

Seriously, run

Fail Phase officially OVER!

So, I thought that the past twoish weeks would be crazy, but man, I didn't see that much crazy coming. I've been away from home so much, with so much to get done, it's been madness. But things seem to finally be calming down. Which means, hey, I might actually post. Wahoo!

I've been sewing again, and writing, and I seem to finally gotten over my creative/life fail phase. So this post shall be a few of my recently finished projects.


First off I finished the mushroom. The mushroom. The gignormous mario mushroom that I've been working on for over a year now (cause man, it takes a long time to gather that much stuffing). And yes, in case you were wondering, I did do a happy dance when I finally sewed the last little part. 


Yay pictures!

The Mushroom being awesome

And here's the Mushroom next to my sewing binder, for size reference.

Chillin' with the binder

Um, yeah, I tried to get a good picture to show you how big this thing is, but it didn't work too well. Serious, you could kill someone with this thing by throwing it at them. There's no way to capture that in a photo.

Trying to show you the mass of this thing

And then I had to take a picture of the whole gang together

From left to right: Mario star, Death mushroom, The Mushroom of Awesomeness, and the extra life heart

And, just because it's awesome

Wahoo! I love getting the star in mario

Yeah, so that's my most recent project. 

Next up is the tie dye shirt I made. This thing is annoying. It's still leaking die in the wash! Gah! It's already ruined/booted-to-the-sewing-pile two shirts! But I still love it. It's so comfy.

Heh, it's hard to get a picture of your stomach

I also had a giant tie dye shirt laying around that I made a million years ago. Since I made a new one, I thought this one needed to become a rockin' skirt.

Front view

 It was pretty simple. I just cut below the armpits of the shirt to make a long tube, and made a waste band to fit me, and sewed them together.

Side view

The tube was bigger than the waste band, so I made ruffles in the back.

Ruffle detail

It's pretty much the most comfortable skirt I own, and matches with most anything. Win.

Well, that's all the projects for right now. Hope you like 'em ^_^

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I think this here blog needs some actual content, instead of my just rambling about how busy my life is, so I'm going to be re-thinking what the heck I'm trying to accomplish here. (and don't worry, for those of you who've said you like the random, it will be random. Just something worth while too.)


I will get back to you on that, but until then, enjoy this virtual cupcake. 

And also this space cupcake, cause I found it on google, and thought it was funny.

*awkward silence* Apparently I'm temporarily out of witty titles.

GARG! my brain is sooo not cooperating. I've tried to write this post three times now, and it just keeps coming out emo and grouchy. Which just happens to be the EXACT opposite of what I'm trying to say. K, maybe not the exact opposite, but still. Life isn't perfectly happy* right now, but pretty close. Almost the exact opposite. 

My brother's getting married! Woo! But, the wedding's in two weeks, which means I'm going to be pretty busy with that. 

Also, my sister is coming from across the US to visit for this, so that just adds to the awesome. And the crazy busy. 

What does this mean for you guys? I promise to blog once a week. I've tried to do it more often than that, but as you can see from the date of my last post, it didn't work. I'm still going to try to blog as often as I can, but I'm going to be crazy busy for a while. I'm really happy that it's good crazy, but still crazy. 

Hmmm. Maybe I should get some guest bloggers or something...

But yeah! I promise I haven't forgotten about you, or sporadicly started hating blogging (*shudder*)

Here's to an insane two weeks! *Raises glass*

*Due to the insanity of my school schedule last year, I still have a few independent study courses. I'll still be doing school in July, which just leaves a nasty taste in your mouth. But I'm still happy!

Well, that was very ramble-y, but decidedly not emo, so we're good!

Five signs of a fantasy geek AKA why I don't have a life

Five signs of a fantasy geek

5. You lost count of the fantasy books you've read at about 200

4. You swoon at fantasy TV shows, no matter how corny

3. You check every morning to see if your ears have gone pointy yet

2. Your wedding dress is going to look like this, but in white.

*drools over the awesome*

1. You started taking fencing lessons.


Yes, I started fencing lessons. HOW FRIGGIN' AWESOME IS THAT?!


*cough* I am composed.


Yeah, so it pretty much rocks. I get to learn foil, eppy, and saber. It's a weekly class, and goes for like eight weeks. And if I like it (like that was a question?) I can start weekly lessons for forever.


The first class was Wednesday, and I'm already pretty sure I'm going to pwn at this (k, so I'll probably get my butt kicked more than not, but I can dream right?)


You know what's funny? Usually sports are divided boy/girl cause the boys would kill the girls cause they're typically stronger. But with fencing, it's divided boy/girl cause the girls kick the boys butt. It's because girls naturally use strategy, and guys just want to start hacking. How's that for awesome?




Also, a ton of awesome people have commented that they like my insane "theme"
Thanks guys! That took care of any lingering doubts ^_^
So what's on the forecast for tomorrow's post? I have no idea :D

In which too much awesome stabbed my blog in the face

Have you ever put something off? Even though you enjoy it?

I love to blog. It's the best. But this past week, I kept putting it off. During my quest to catch up on blog reading (more on that later) I started noticing themes in the blogs I read. Some are craft dedicated, some are inspirational, some are just plain hilarious, some are full of writing advice, and some are full of the stuff that happens to people every day. Whatever the theme was, it seems like every stinkin' blog has a theme. 

Which made me very unsure about my blog all of a sudden. Cause some of you may have noticed I hop all over the place. One day, it's about my semi-inspired musings. Another day it'll be about the shirt I sewed AND how I fell down the stairs. I don't really think that what I blog about is boring or anything per say, but it's completely random. And I started to panic. Like some how I was breaking the rules and was going to fail any second if I didn't choose a theme SOON! AHH! PANIC!!!!

Which is, of course, completely ridiculous. This is my blog, and there are no rules except the ones I choose. So there weird, internal voice of mine.

After I told my panic to shut up, I did seriously think about it though. And I couldn't decide what I wanted to do. So I just didn't blog.

And I'm still kinda undecided, but I'm still going to blog in my usual random fashion until I do decide.

What do you think? Do you like my random blogging? Or should I stop switching topics so easily?




In other news, I've been trying very hard to get caught up on my blog reading. Even when I'm gone for a month, I read everything I missed, and try to comment as much as I can. Because I'm a loyal follower like that. Unfortunately, I follow a lot of blogs. And about 40% of them write a post everyday. Which makes for a lot of reading.

All this means that though I've been reading a lot all week, I'm still not caught up. Don't worry awesome people with blogs that start with a letter like S, I'm coming  :P

Sorry, alphabetically is the only way I can do it without getting hopelessly confused. It doesn't mean your less awesome if I haven't read your blogs yet.

Yeah... I think that's all for now. Thanks for reading my rambles :D

*cricket cricket*

Hi... So some of you may or may not have noticed that I've been gone for a month.....


Oops.


To be fair, it wasn't all my fault. You see, I was abducted by lab rats from Somalia...
Oh who am I kidding? A funny story (*cough* homework troll *cough*) isn't enough to explain this one.


At the beginning of this month, I got pretty sick, which is weird for me. Seriously, my family can get like the plague or something, and I'll be fine. But yeah, I got sick.


Not blogging during sickness is cool right?


This next part is my fault though. I had two weeks or so where I was fine, but I had entered 


The end of school insanity zone!


Still, I should have blogged. Cause I didn't have that much on my plate. 


This last week was the very last week of school, and I was excited to finally have time to blog (note:end of school=no assignments whatsoever) But! I got sick again! GAH! 
And this time I'm pretty sure it was the plague. For a while I couldn't even sit up. 
For this last week, I plead not guilty.


But really? I should have been able to blog once this month.


*sorry face*


So this week, I shall get all caught up on reading other blogs again, cause I really have missed all you amazing people. I'll comment again. And who knows? We might actually get into some cool stuff on my blog :D


Friends? I swear I'll get back into the blogosphere.

In which winter haunts me, I try to be a less lame blogger content wise, and my foot is in a brace dealio

Well, now that you're up to date on the epic war between me and the Homework Troll, I'll give you some regular life updates. Such as the fact that winter came back, and I broke my foot.

What you say? I broke my foot?

Yes, it is true. During the wonderful Spring weather, that is now gone, I started going for runs. Well, on one such run, I was going down the street, and my foot just started hurting like heck. And it didn't stop. Okay, it was better when I was just messing around at home than when I was running, but you know what I mean. Anyway, after a few days, I finally got myself a doctor's appointment. And yeah, I gave my self a lovely stress fracture, and probably tendinitis, which is all sorts of fun. So I've got to wear an obnoxious sandal/boot thing for 4-5 weeks. Which really sucks. It's obnoxious I tell you. OBNOXIOUS!!!

And, the warm weather left again. I have an inch or so of snow out side. Botheration.


But! To make up for the fact that I went a little MIA (nothing I could about it, but still) and that my life currently involves either an obnoxious boot thing or the Homework Troll, I shall upload some pictures I managed to take of a crafty project I did before the siege.

I took an old journal I had. It was cute, but really not my style, so it had sat in my closet for a very long time. Finally I decided to get it out and bust out the fabric and glue.

Before

Tada!! I now keep it in my purse and use it for all my random writing inspiration needs. And also random phone numbers that I have no where else to write down :P

After: Opened up

After: Closed

Yeah... So that's it really. See ya later people!

A siege by a particularly nasty Troll, or a look into my sleep deprived brain, you decide

*pokes head over the side of a castle tower*
Hello down there! What am I doing in a tower you might ask?
*growl from near by woods*
Ahhh yes, that would be the Homework Troll. He's quite a nasty fellow. Growls and moans all day long. He's also why I'm up in a tower. You see, after my challenge/warning I gave last week, he decided he wouldn't be out done. So I'm stuck here, under siege, in an old castle. He even stole the shipment of grenades I was expecting. Now isn't that rude?
Oh bother, I am getting quite tired of shouting down to you. Come on in. What? Oh no, don't worry. The troll lets others come and go as they please. Heck, he even escorts some of them across the draw bridge. No, his quarrel is with me.
*draw bridge is lowered and door open enough for you to pass through*
*a servant escorts to a drawing room with a very large fire place*
Oh hello! I'm sorry about all this, but the troll will not let me come out under any circumstances. Not until his demands are met. And unfortunately, there are a lot of them. Oh bother, I seem to be getting ahead of myself. Here, sit down next to the fire, and I shall tell you the tale of my week....
When I last talked to you, things were going well. The small trenches and sand bags I put up against the Troll seemed to hold up, and the machine guns worked quite nicely. But no! My sister came home from collage right then. And while I was distracted with greeting her, and goofing off for a bit, the Troll sent his ninjas around the back of my camp, while the Troll made a frontal assault. Surrounded on all sides, I had no choice but to retreat to the distant castle. He surrounded the castle, and told me that I would have as much food as I wanted, as many visitors as would come, and I wouldn't even have to clean the castle. But under no circumstances would I be allowed to leave to my computer until I met his demands. And the list is long. And that's where you found me, over a week later.
Sure, the list is shorter than it was, and I even had my sister here all week to keep me company, but I was still separated from my computer, and all the blog things I do.
Now my sister has left, sadly. But! It is not all bad! Using her genius, as a final act of awesomeness, she snuck a computer to me here under siege! I won't tell you the details, for they are highly confidential, but needless to say, I have access to the interwebz again. The siege still goes, and I work on the list of demands, but hopefully I will now also have the time to blog.
Ah, you best be going now. It's getting late, and the Troll may let you back across the bridge, but the journey through the forest won't be so easy. Farewell! And I hope to see you soon.
*types furiously on an English paper*


Yeah.... so my week may not have been quite that exciting, but you get the idea :P
I'm back! And hopefully I won't be gone that long again!
Tomorrow's forecast, content!

PSA here **UPDATED**

Hey, so Blogger is being a pain in the neck today. it randomly changed my profile, so that I'm following all the blogs I follow with a different user name >_<
I promise I didn't stop following all of you! I'm trying to fix it, but it's being a pain. Please bear with me :(

**********EDIT**********

Yay! So I think I fixed the problem ^_^
And yes, it did involve me logging into my account over 63 times. Proof you guys are awesome o_0

Dealings with Trolls

I have some good news and I have some bad news. Good news first? Alrighty :D

It's finally spring here at the north pole the frozen waste land my house! I'm soooo happy ^_^
It's glorious! Seriously, I have a million ideas for craft projects, my short story is coming along nicely, and heck, I even went for a run, which isn't like me.
The sun is amazing.

*groan* and now the bad news.

You know that pesky spring break goblin? Well, turns out he's a very sore loser. To avenge his defeat, he sent his distantly related cousin over to do battle with me, the homework troll. What better irony than to get my creativity, and then not have time to use it? *Grumble*
It's driving me absolutely stark raving mad!
The homework troll is a much more experienced opponent than the spring break goblin. I fear some real strategy must be formed. Though I love LotR, and all things similar, I must put away my swords and bows. It's time to bust out the Uzis and grenades I fear. This is the major league *dangerous eyebrow twitch*
Gah, and now I want some army camo gear. See? See what this awful troll has done? Plenty of ideas, just no time to do them.

In other news that I promise is somehow related, it turns out that I'm a member of the blogisphere mob, and may or may not become the boss of the mafia of the newly conquered Slovakia. (just don't ask. I'm always getting into these odd, but amazing conversations.)

How is this related you may ask? This is a fair warning to the homework troll. I am not to be trifled with. I have friends in high places. I have strings to pull.
And perhaps more pertinent, I have a natural tendency to set things on fire, shoot guns, and make explosions. You have been warned.

Let the battle begin.

The spring break goblin stole my creativity *UPDATED*

Some of you may or may not have noticed my unplanned blog hiatus.

Yeah, sorry 'bout that *chagrined face*

I don't really have a good reason for this. Heck, I don't even have a reason. I really just didn't have the motivation to post. It was odd, cause I love blogging.
And not only did I not post, I didn't read other's posts for the most part. I kinda just shut myself off.
I guess I could come up with an excuse...

The totally made up story goes like this. Last Monday, I woke up with not very much time to get ready for school. But then I realized that I didn't have school, because it was spring break. I then proceeded to dance around my room like a dork. To celebrate this awesome day, I decided to change out of my mismatched pjs, and get some writing done. But alas! It was not to be. You see, a goblin came and stole my creativity! Isn't that the rudest thing? Just stole it, without a word of explanation.
I was very upset, and kind of sulked around for a while. Don't blame me though! It was very hard to come up with a counter strike to this obvious act of war against my awesomeness without my creativity.
After the sulking, and futilely trying to get some homework done like a responsible person, the solution hit me on the head (ouch.)
It was time to bring out the big guns. My creative savy, goblin fighting, butt kicking, and goblin butt kicking sister. On Wednesday, she was to come up to visit, and to probably help me fight creativity-stealing goblins.
But tragedy struck my plans. She was already engaged in battle with a demon art project for finals.
I was alone in my quest for creativity. A long and difficult battle later, the spring break goblin ran away, triumphantly clutching my creativity in its slimy little hands, a trail of failed craft projects and writing exercises in its wake. By Friday, I had to acknowledge defeat. I then spent the weekend doing some more moping about the loss of my creativity, and slugging through some homework.
But by Monday, I got all mad about it again. I decided to go back to the fight, only this time I would have a plan in mind. This time, I would catch the evil spring break goblin unaware.
In an epic mission, requiring the utmost stealth, I crept around to the back of his hideout. While he was taking his afternoon nap, I sprung like a cheetah, and stormed his living room (yes, even the rudest of goblins have living rooms.)
Using my awesome duct tape and magical ninja skills, I persuaded the goblin that my creativity is in fact mine.
The final battle was yesterday, and after all that I was just too tired to post :)



Well, that was a lot longer than I planned on.... But it was awesome, and fun, so too bad :D

A few items of business here.
One, the time zone on my blog is having issues, so don't pay attention to the time anything is posted at anymore. It's like Ukraine time o_O

oops.... I guess I only have one item :P

Have a great day all my awesome followers/readers!

Ahhh, it's good to be back :D

*****EDIT*****

So, I thought of the second item of business. I follow a bunch of blogs. And I was gone for a week plus. There were A LOT of posts to read.
They were awesome posts and everything, but I didn't really have time to comment on some of them.
I'm sorry guys! I think I'm getting back on top of stuff, so hopefully this won't happen again.

Yeah, recharge is good. But it took over my weekend :P

You ever have one of those weekends where you just don't want to do anything? Yeah...... oops.
I went to see a movie. (how to train you dragon. Awesome)
I typed out a blog post, but realized that the hyperness would probably scar most people for life.
I got a book from the book store. (ok, so that was cool :D)

Yes, I finally got my copy of The Hunger Games. I know I know, behind the times. But hey! I actually did it, so I guess that counts for something.

I'm really tired though, so I don't think I'll actually get around to saying anything today.  Just letting you know I didn't die, or get carried off by demon posts.

Re-charge!

I have a little bit of a confession to make.

I did absolutely nothing today. No funny stories from school, no projects, no parties, no over doses on cookies, heck no homework to rant about. Nothing.

And you know what? I don't regret it in the slightest. After school, I hung out with my bestie. Other than a writing a slightly insane post for her blog, we just sat and talked about the randomest things.

It was glorious. Because while normally I'm a very active/not lazy person, and love cramming in as many cool things as I can, I got a little burned out. One can only shove so much stuff in before it gets a little exhausting.

So today I recharged my batteries.

And for some reason, doing nothing seems like a guilty pleasure. So that is my thought of the day. When you feel exhausted and tired of life, take some down time. You could be surprised at how much it helps.

On to cool projects tomorrow!!! CHARGE!!!!

The last of the Christmas pressents was finished!

Oh botheration, I'm tired now.
Today, I had dance again. That's enough to be tired right there :P
Today was also one of those days where you can't seem to get what you planned to done. And then people are jerk faces. And you're just sick of being in the house.

And I had like 12 cookies. Nom. Stupid weight loss goal...

Wow, we're already off to a rambling start here :P

today I shall do a Crafty-time Tuesday, which I promised to do yesterday. On Wednesday. Ha, I'm not sure why, but this amuses me.

This is the Christmas present for one of my awesome friends. I FINALLY got it done about two weeks ago and gave it to him, so I'm free to post spoiler pictures now (yeah, it was over two months after Christmas)

I got this idea a while ago from who knows where, and I really wanted to put it on a shirt. My guy friend loves funny tees, so it was a perfect gift for him. I hand-painted the design.


I don't know about you, but I love it :D
I'll prolly make one for me and some other lucky people.

In other news, it was a blizzard today. GAH! Curse you winter!!! I'm so ready for Spring. *sigh* oh well....
What about you? Do you have warmer weather headed your way already, or does it feel like you're stuck in December like me?

And, as you may of guessed, I forgot to write down my ideas from yesterday, and I don't remember any of them :P

The floor is not my friend

Yeah, you guessed it. I fell asleep again last night. Though in all honesty, it was not on the floor this time. I had good reasons though!
First, it was not a good day for the most part. I messed up an audition for a dance performance, had a really bad hair day, all that jazz. Bah.
Second, dance practice was exhausting. We did the jive for an hour straight, which is a very fast dance. Then we practiced the Samba, which isn't too slow either. Then waltz. You would think that would be good right? A slow one? No. Apparently in our new routine, the girls have to do the splits, which I can't do. Not even close.
Third, I didn't get home until 12:30ish
After school things got a tad better. The whole family went to my cousins house for an epic bonfire. And it was (seriously, it was HUGENORMOUS!)
but they live far away, so I didn't get home till really late, and I smelled like smoke, so I took a shower.

Anyway, enough about yesterday, and me falling asleep.

There are epic things in store today. First, some random funny thoughts, and second some good ol' Crafty-time Tuesday! Then I'm sure some more rambling :P

Todays been pretty boring as far as stuff happening goes. I did homework. Yeah...
BUT! Apparently my funny blogging muse is back from vacation, cause all these hilarious little thoughts keep coming to me. Haha, here are the ones I remember :P

In the pantry we have one of those 72 oz bags of chocolate chips we use for baking. It was almost completely empty, so I just took the bag and ate the small hand full out of it. But I still became very self conscious about my weight when I threw it out. I knew I only had a small amount, but the giant bag made me feel like I ate it all. Out of curiosity, I looked in the cupboard, and found that most of the treat bags were almost gone, but we never threw them out. Curse you family size....

For the next one I'll just tell you what I wrote on my post it note. 'Note to self: Don't answer the phone with 'ello' in a British accent until you know who it is.'
I did that, and it was funny, cause it totally threw the other person off. I could barely keep from laughing till I was off the phone.

Also, I think it should be outlawed to have freshly baked cookies in the house when I'm trying to loose some weight here. I didn't count how many I had >_<
Why does junk food taste so good? I wonder if it's just psychological. Would cauliflower taste good if it was bad for you?

Bother, that's what I get for not writing these down.

ON TO LESS RANDOM RAMBLINGS!!! ALL CAPS!! WHOO!!!
*cough* ahem

I've been getting some good writing done lately. Well not technically writing, but whatever. I've been filling out character sheets and coming up with back stories. It's been fascinating. For once in my writing history, I've been more interested in the main male character. The back story that's emerging for him is awesome.
When I'm done with this short story, I'll probably write a lot more about him. Which is weird because I've never exactly finished a novel with a girl main character, and now I want to one with a guy.
Not that I'm biased or something, but writing from the perspective of the opposite gender is hard.

AHHHHHH!!!! ok, so this post was going to be much cooler and longer, but we have another demon post on our hands (and I'd link back to the post where I first explain what I'm talking about, but that would probably make it explode.)
It'll have to suffice to say that the thing has a mind of it's own, and is randomly deleting stuff, and putting in random html code. So if some of the wording in here sounds odd, the transitions from topic to topic are off, or I just sound out of my mind (ok, not that last one. That's totally unrelated) it's because I've had to retype any giving section of this friggin' thing 3 times at least.

So, Crafty-time Tuesday will have a Wednesday edition, and I'll do everything else I was planning on tomorrow as well.
that is if I remember (Post-its! my Hero!)

*runs from demon post before it stabs me*

Easter dinner, TWICE!

Today was a wonderful lazy Sunday. Well, mostly. I did have to get up purty early, but that already seems ages ago, so I won't go into it.

Most of my siblings, and their Significant Others, and some with their kids came up to visit. (Which comes to 15 people now. Yikes! and that's not even counting my sister and family out east o_O)

We had an Easter dinner. Yeah, I know that Easter is next week, but we wanted to have a semi peaceful celebration this week, versus next week with all the cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents etc. which will be absolute mayhem. Fun, but still mayhem.

As we all talked and laughed (and had wonderful conversations about Doctor Who. Ok fine, maybe that was just me and Shiny...) I sat back and looked at all the great people I've got in my family. Sure, we have squabbles just like the next family (for example, little bro sat on my busted toe. Screamed at him. He got mad >_<), but they're all still great people. So, shout out to awesome family! Whoo!

It was when I watched my nieces and nephew especially that I got to thinking about my future. Where will I be in ten years? Will I have a family? Not that I'm super worried about this, or what have you, just something fun to think about occasionally.

Somewhat along this line, I decided to write a letter to myself in a year. I did this once upon a time, but I was too little to write anything more than what I had for lunch that day, and about the fight my sister and I got in. I think it will be cool to see how I change in a year. (no, I'm not doing a full ten, or even five year one. I can't even imagine myself that far ahead o_O)

*nods* so yeah. Today was a good day for relaxing, and thinking about things. Some deep, some silly. Sorry for the somewhat randomness for today, but I am full of cake, and ham, and other wonderful things, which impedes my ability to make sense. Who needs sense anyway? And I'm sleepy :) Yay rambles!!!

Oh, a sort of PS on the end here. This was a sort of somber post (uh, not really somber, just not funny :P) so I shall post the most hilarious thing ever. Ok fine, maybe not the funniest thing ever, but you get what I mean. The lovely Spot inspired me with a comment the other day.

DISCLAIMER!!!!
My sister found this little shorty story/essay thing on the interwebs a long time ago, and I have no idea who wrote it. So, I hereby claim NO CREDIT what so ever for this awesome creation. I'm just spreading the awesomeness.


This is called Steve The Sheep, a story any writer will identify with :P

Ah, a blank page in a fresh notebook, truly the greatest of things to a writer. As you look at a blank page, with its perfectly straight blue lines, its three cylindrical holes and crisp white paper; your mind is filled with thousands of ideas, each one wanting to smear itself all over that vast blank page. You try and decide which idea gets to grace the page with its presence, but as your poised pen prepares to touch down onto the literary canvas...silence. It seems as though those thousands of ideas swimming in your head have clogged the narrow exit, leaving your page un-satisfactorily blank. You clench your fists in a fit of frustration, promptly exploding your pen over the page and yourself.
Now you find yourself with an ink stained paper ball, which you find incredibly amusing. You play with it a while, tossing it in the air, rolling it along your desk and attempting un-successfully to shoot it into the waste paper basket. This amusement will not last long however, as you are drawn to the siren song of your new blank page. You are enthralled by it;its lines bluer, straighter, its holes mathematically perfect and its paper white than untouched snow.
You fetch a new pen, stronger than the last. You begin again, choosing the first topic that comes to your brain, most likely based on what you ate for lunch. You write and write and write, works flying out of you, one after another after another, not necessarily making sentences, but words at least. This is about the time your mind begins to wander, lost in a literary daze, and you discover that you have doodled a small sheep in the top corner of your page, and the sheep has a little smiley face, and he's all fluffy and white and he's with his little sheepy friends and he's eating some grass and he's got the cutest little lady bug on his nose and...you are faced with your second and third paper balls, the third of course from the full page version of Steve the Sheep you drew after crumpling up the first one.
The pages are flying now, one after the other, idea after idea rejected by your ever tiring brain. Your collection of paper balls has lost all of its humorous nostalgia. Frantically you try and get and idea straight in you confused mind. This is when you realize that you've been talking to yourself out loud for the past half hour, and decide it's time for a glass of pop to revitalize your weary mind. Seven glasses and twelve paper balls later, you have finally discovered an idea so brilliant, so original, so marvelous, that you cannot express your joy. You jump, you dance, and you cheer...then realize that all the people in the library are staring. So you compose yourself, and sit back in your cubical, slightly red faced, and touch your pen to the page, ready to begin your masterpiece. You smile to yourself, proud of the story that will soon decorate the wast emptiness of your page. You breath in, and realize...you can't remember what you were going to write about.
Jittery, angry, sleep deprived and hovering on that narrow wire between sanity and the blank paper, the loud yelling begins. You begin to use your mountain of paper balls as projectiles, fending off the ever increasing group of police called on your behalf. You are now in the situation every writer faces at one point in his or her life: barricaded in a library using an ink encrusted cubical as a shield, holding some poor, frightened librarian by the hair, a paper ball pressed to her temple as a the cops attempt to talk you down from your hysteria, while you scream "BALLS!" at the top of you lungs.
Just as your brain is about to implode, you are suddenly pulled from the precipice of insanity by an epiphany. That tiny cracked light bulb inside your head shines with brilliant, thought enriched light. As you are being tackled to the ground by a large officer named Bubba and bound into a straight jacket, you realize what should have been obvious all along...this would make a great story.

Isn't that just the awesomest thing?
Ahem, anyway.
*waves* well, that's it for tonight!

I think I'm a bad blogger

Well, maybe not a bad blogger, but there are some things I could definitely improve on. So, my list of blogger bad habits that I'm going to do away with.

• When I'm reading the amazing blogs I follow, I usually have some thoughts on any given post. But, for some weird reason, I never actually say anything! I just close the window, and that's that. WHY?! Why do I do this? Seriously, that's lame, and not to mention not being a very good blogger friend.
• Falling asleep on the floor before I write my post for the day. *cough* yes, this has happened enough times to be called a bad habit
• I usually just wing my posts, having maybe a general idea of what I'm going to talk about before hand. This sometimes works, and sometimes not. Yeah, some of my past posts really don't have a point to them. Like, at all.
• Related to this, sort of, I'm not going to be doing pointless posts, just because of the blog challenge I have going down with my sisters.
• I promise to blog about stuff, and then never do. For example, how long have I been promising a writing exercise? It's honestly embarrassing.
  

The first step to fixing a problem is knowing it's there right? I'm going to do my best to
A) Comment! I just need to voice what I'm thinking
B) I'm going to make an effort (cause there will be some days where it just won't get done) to post earlier in the day, so that it gets done, with the added bonus of I'll be more coherent. You'll notice that it's only like 9:30 today. Ohh, shocking!
C) I tried doing a very basic outline of what I was going to say, and it helped me keep my thoughts organized tremendously, and it took a lot less time than it usually would have to get my post ready
D) I'm not going to just say "Hey, I'm posting cause I'm in a challenge"
I'm going to come up with something worth talking about every time I post, and the competitive nature in me will make this almost everyday.
E) I'm going to stop promising things over and over again. I'll blog about a writing exercise when I have something to show for it. No more empty promises.

Yay! With my BFS and resolutions back on track, and now my blogger bad habits dealt with, things should be looking up!

So, waddiya say blogger people of awesome, friends?


PS-Has anyone else noticed that Blogger has a new awesome template builder? Cause I sure have, and I'm tempted to change my template. Again.
Well, I just got this one... Maybe I'll wait a while.

Why can't I make up my mind?

PPS-Also, you'll notice that I finally figured out how to do links. *cough* yeah, so this is way old school for some of you, but I'm jazzed.
Carry on.

Eureka!

Apparently the cure for blogger's block is to tell everyone you have it, cause I seem to be cured! Eureka, I am a genius! So what if I discovered this by accident....

Anyway.

while I was feeling all bleh, and bored, and blogger blocked, I randomly found this awesome little note pad. The front has all these different languages on it, and it's just cool. I took it and wrote down all my plans for my BFS list, and my resolutions, and life plans. It was so great to finally get all of it into one spot, instead of floating around in my head and random bits of paper.
This also prompted my second Eureka moment. I seemed (yes, past tense) to have a problem with fitting all my hobbies in. I'd end up doing a lot of one thing, and neglecting the other things. So I came up with a system, and divided them into 7, so I could have one a day for the week. That way I can be sure to get them all (baring the fact that I don't always have free time one some days)
and it's worked so far! I'm super happy about this!

Also, this weeks Blog Challenge of Epicnessishness is a very complicated one, involving drawing and I quote, 'standing at the edge of a cliff looking down
like the world suddenly has no gravity and we're standing on the ceiling'
or some such randomness. It shall take a long time, and in the mean time we will carry on with our challenges, but just not this week.

And, I magically found a picture of a Crafty thing to show you this coming Crafty-time Tuesday!

Bother, and now I'm tired. I had stuff to say!!!

Hmmpf

Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been to terribly consistant about posting every day, and my posts have been ramble-y and boring. After a few days of lacking anything interesting to say, I've come to a conclusion.

Oh bother, I have blogger's block.

And I don't know why! My life hasn't changed all that much (I've switched from burritos for lunch to mostly toast, cause we're out of tortillas. Yeah, I know, earth shattering). Yet, I can't seem to come up with stuff worth talking about. GAH!!!! It's driving me nuts!!!!! So please, pretty please bear with me here, till I get my mojo back.


*cringe* yeah, I actually came up with something for today, though I don't know if you're gunna like it.

For my evil English class, I got an assignment to write some poetry. *twitch*
If there is one thing I cannot wrap my brain around, It's poetry.
So, hopefully to avoid a bad grade, could you possibly, pretty please with a cherry on top tell me if this sucks or not?

I am the glowing light of dawn
sparkling on the dew of the morning.
I am the bright beams falling through the leafy boughs
warming the children laughing below.
I am the dazzling red of the sunset
as if the sky were engulfed in brilliant fire.
I am the summer sun.

Uh, so if that didn't kill you, I'm impressed with myself.

Help?

The floor is a good place to sleep somedays

This is the part where we skip over the fact that instead of posting yesterday, I fell asleep on the floor :P
Yeah, I fell asleep reading. 'Twas quite amusing.
Anyway. So today has been quite busy, and I am very tired now. I had my dance class, which has a work out today. I swear that in the new choreography the girl spins around no less than 12 times. I got dizzy :P
And I also went to a dance (with instruction) this evening. That was funny, because for lack of gentlemen, I learned the guys part to the dance. And did it better than most of them :D
Tomorrow I have quite an early morning. Ugh. My lovely mother signed me up for CERT training (Community Emergency Response Team, or something like that) And it will take over 12 hours. Blah.
At least I get to play with fire, right? And use a fire extinguisher, which I've always wanted to do. Which also means that I am going to go to bed, so I don't pass out tomorrow (I've tried one of these class things before [one that you sat down for] on little sleep, and it doesn't go over so well.)

So, I swear, sometime I shall actually post something worth reading >_<

tata for now!

You're always after mi lucky charms!!!

Today I practiced 'getting my crazy pants on' again. :D

One of my mom's friends organized a group of peoples to do ice skating today (which was loads of fun)
And I wore my insanely bright green shirt, my slouchy green hat (yeah, I blogged about it, and yeah, I'm to lazy to post the link), and my insanely awesome green socks (see other explanation). I can safely say that I was the most leprechaun-y person I've seen all day. Yay for the day of Irishness!

Also, I kicked something with my busted toe again today. Ouch.

Wow, I'm deteriorating into rambles fast, even for me. Uh, no, more like I started out with rambles. Blah.

This is the week of fighting to get my life back under control, which makes for rather boring blog posts unfortunately. I swear I haven't done anything creative this week, which is rather painful. I must apologize to you awesome people reading this, but I have a reason for da boring ones too.

Cause knowing me, if I stop just for this week, then I'll be that much more likely to get out of the habit of posting everyday, which is not a good idea. I'm so happy I finally got the hang of this posting regularly thing, I don't want to loose it.

Also, I was totally going to do a green themed post, but my brain is currently fried, so la to that. Wow, this is the earliest I've gone to bed in ages! Woo!!!!

A too-long ramble about nothing

This week has been good. Sure I've been suffocating under all the homework, but that was my fault anyway (which makes it all the more painful)
And sure my toe is broken and I, just like I knew I would, kicked something with it today.
But! My dear friends! I am making good progress on my new evil plans, however little, it is still good. And I gave a rather evil challenge to my sister's this week *cackle* (and no, I'm not going to tell you just yet. It would ruin the surprise!). And tomorrow is St. Patty's, and I have bright green, striped, thigh high socks to wear. Oh yes, you're all jealous. AND I have a link hat. Feel the burn.

Well, this is shaping up to be all sorts of entertaining! Today, just about nothing happened. Well, nothing NEW. I'm getting through the homeworks, trying to squeeze in some evil plotting, doing crunches so it hurts my stupid stomach when I laugh, and I'm happy. Plus it's warm out, which makes everything better. But nothing earth shattering shall we say.

hmmm, maybe I should delete all this and make it one of those inspirational ones that aren't directly related to experiences.

What do you think?

Oh wait, that's not really going to work. I guess I'm on my own in this decision. Grrr. Apparently my blog muse is on vacation today. I really wish she'd tell me her schedule some days. *grumble*

Well, my brain is refusing to even focus anymore, none the less come up with something to say, so I think I shall retire to my evil lair and dream up dastardly wonderful plots. *waves* See you when I have something to say!

An odd ramble about evil plans, and a watchamer

For the first order of business, I'd like to explain why I did not post yesterday.
So, at approx. 12:00 I set out on my usual blog stuff (meaning answering comments and then posting) My computer was running slowly, but nothing too bad. I still had time to post, and everything looked cheery.
Then, BAM, my computer or internet or both or something went ka-put and it took somewhere around 30 seconds to select one email, and hit delete.
At that point I cried uncle to the evil whatever-it-was and went to bed.

For the second order of business, I'd like to apologize to everyone who has been waiting for me to reply to comments. I love when you guys comment, and I love replying, and I usually keep up, but this week has been....ishy. So here I am, all caught up as far as I know. Thanks for bearing with me.

And for the third order of business, the actual post! Woo!

So, one day I was playing with my blog settings, like one does when one is procrastinating, and I found that the loverly little html code was having some issues, and not doing what I wanted it to. Naturally, I googled it, and tried various tutorials until I got the gadget to do what it was supposed to do.
It was then I had realized I had spent two hours tutorial hunting and gadget fixing, simply because I didn't know what I was doing. But I enjoyed it once I figured it out! (I bet you all know what's coming next. Ok, actually probably not. Well, you might)
I found a new hobby! I've decided to finally look into html coding watchamer. Woo! (and yes watchamer is a technical term. See? My coding career, with all it's exactness-by-a-single-letter-or-it-gets-messed-up is getting off to a great start)

But, more important than my getting another hobby, is that it got be thinking about my other hobbies, which got me thinking about my BFS list I started a while ago, and I was thinking of how I should revamp that, and maybe do some resolutions....

A trip through my random mind later (and yes I totally went through a debate with myself over ice cream before arriving at this conclusion) I decided to get excited over life again! You see, I depend on the weather for my mood to much. In the winter I mostly drudge along, managing to not die from the homework, and blog. But today (actually two days ago now. I think this post has a conspiracy against it) I decided to just say 'well la to that *sticks tongue out*'
So, I've gotten a plan to get on top of my homeworks here, I'm going to revamp my BFS list, and my plans for it (after I get a breather from the homework :P) and I've finally started working out. You know, sit ups, crunches, push ups, that sort of thing. And with the weather getting warmer I'll be able to start pounding pavement soon.

So over all, life is good over here. Except the sore part, but such is life I suppose :P

I'll prolly talk more about my newly refurbished evil plans some more, but for now, I think that's good (also, I think I've used the () a bit much today, wouldn't you agree?)

Hit two birds with one stone

Um, first off I must confess that I'm more of a 'chuck half a million stones until you hit one stupid bird' sort of person. My aim is that bad.

*cough* moving on to what I actually meant by the title.

In my English class, I was assigned to write a personal narrative of whatever event in my life I liked. Guess what I chose. Ballroom competition! So I get to copy and paste that here! Woo! I love when your work pays off twice. I'll also be posting an edited version of it under the 'Writing' tab, seeing as I just started it today, and it's not fine-tuned yet.


***The music started and my partner and I swept into our dance routine, smiling to the hundreds of people watching. We moved around the dance floor, weaving in and out of the other couples, the girls in their elegant dresses and the boys with the couple numbers pinned to their shirts. We moved through the steps like clock work, until the music faded out. We turned to the audience and bowed and curtsied. I felt like flying I was so happy.
Of course the rest of my day had not been so perfect. Late in the afternoon, I started getting ready for the ballroom dance competition. I wove my hair into a low bun and applied my makeup. I was sprayed thoroughly with hair spray three times, so my hair crunched when I touched it. I ran to my mom's bathroom to get some jewelry, and on the way I kicked the door frame as hard as I possibly could. Yelping, I grabbed my foot and tried to ignore the searing pain. Hopping around, I hoped I hadn't done anything serious to it. Dancing with a broken foot would be like entering an arm-wrestling competition with a paralyzed bicep. The pain ebbed to a dull ache, however, and I continued gathering what I needed.
My mom and I rushed out the door, and soon we were racing along the route to the building the competition was held in. Half way there, we ran into some traffic from construction. Our progress slowed to a crawl, and I resisted the urge to bang my head against the window. I wouldn't have to be nervous about competing if I never got the chance. Finally we broke through and continued our race against time. We lost.
We arrived at the designated meeting spot for my team ten minutes late, and no one was there. They had already moved. My mom wasn't allowed back stage, so I purchased my ticket, and entered the fray of contestants heading to their events and dressing rooms. The competition itself was a huge event. It ran for three days, and had a ton of events. It was held in a huge events center, and the backstage halls and rooms were a chaotic mess. I ran up and down the halls, checking in dressing rooms as a I went. I searched hallway after hallway, a wave of panic rising in my mind. Then, finally, as the elevator doors opened to yet another hallway, I ran into someone sent to look for me. We both let out a huge sigh of relief and rushed to join the rest of our team. Several sets of stairs later, we were quite out of breath, but we were there. One of the other girls shoved a new dress at me, telling me that we had new costumes. I only had a few minutes before I had to be ready. I snatched the dress and dashed down the concrete steps. I sprinted through the halls until I found a dressing room. I waited for an empty stall, hoping that I would make it in time. A door opened and I scrambled into my costume. I shoved my things into my duffel bag, and raced back to my team. A fellow dancer sprayed my hair once again, and I was sure that I could be in a hurricane without my hair coming out. I dumped everything on the floor and ran through my quickstep routine with my partner a few times before we went to wait for our curtain call.
Our team name was called out, and we filed out onto the floor. I smiled and relaxed. I was here, and all I had to do was dance my routine. We took our seats on the sidelines, and waited for our couple numbers to be called out. Waltz, samba, tango, and cha-cha all went by, and my team mates all took their turns for their dances. Next it was quickstep. Our couple number was called out, and my partner helped me to my feet. We took our place on the floor. And the music started. It was all like a dream as we spun around the floor. The music faded, and I took my curtsy. All the stress of the day was completely worth that moment.***

so ya. That was my performance/competition. It. was. amazing. My team got 4th, which is a far cry from the tenth out of ten we got last time. Also something that didn't get mentioned is that I learned that I can run in 3 inch heels without dying. Yeah, me, the one who managed to reallllllly hurt, possibly break, her pinky toe earlier that day. Haha, the world is full of contradictions :P

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Um, another note. This week has been a tad hairy. So I haven't been commenting much, and tomorrow will probably be more of the same, but Sunday I shall hopefully, maybe get back into the blogosphere.