I’m taking Memorial Day off. Not because I’m busy or I actually value this holiday (no offence to anyone who really does) but just because if I don’t have school, I don’t remember to write a blog. Don’t bug me about it.
I have a confession to make. I am slowly becoming addicted to this website. I have to admit, it is probably the best addiction to ever have, and it’s starting to annoy my friends. If I could tell you how often I check for notification during my day and how many times a week I check my stats (I know, I know, numbers don’t matter. But it is fun to know how many people are reading my ridiculous posts) then you’d probably be extremely surprised.
It’s not even my addiction to writing or inspiration. I like reading blogs by people who are more lost in life than I am, or people who seem like they have it just all figured out. Blogs of people who are making it through their lives despite the circumstances, it can get really interesting.
I like the idea that what people write and put out there on this very website can touch others, can penetrate their very souls.
I love the way this site works. I think it’s so handy. When I’m writing anything really (a song or a novel) there is always a way to find inspiration. You can search specific topics if you’re looking for inspiration for say a romance novel. There are so many thoughts and statements on this site, it’s nice to know how other people’s minds work, it’s nice to know how other people get through their lives. It’s just nice.
At least I’m not addicted to facebook, right?
Every once in awhile, a post comes along that opens up your eyes to life. It changes your perspective, it moves you to tears, it makes you smile and laugh. This isn’t one of those posts.
Just watch the video I link here because I have nothing to add to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mi4vHiLQ1d8
PS: Yes, I am aware I have missed a number of Music Friday’s, but I am a mess and therefore you shouldn’t have expected much from me in the first place, so I blame you for even believing I could handle posting twice EVERY SINGLE WEEK. Seriously, how new are you?
I genuinely enjoy physical education. . . most of the time. I like being healthy, and my gym teacher keeps it fun. If we don’t like what he has planned and we tell him, we will come up with a more enjoyable alternative activity, together. However, today gym sucked.
We have these things, for those of you who aren’t in high school anymore, called fitness tests. Basically, the point is you have to go around our quarter-mile track eight times in one period. You can tell that we would have to run a bit to get the total of eight laps in forty-three minutes. Even running, I don’t mind.
So what’s so bad about this? Well, for starters, my best friend wasn’t in school today. She is the person I always talk to during gym, we keep each other entertained through basically insulting each other consistently. Second, today was humid. Really humid. My hair is temperamental. Female + temperamental hair + gallons of water just floating around in the air = one extremely unhappy blogger.
In addition, we weren’t warned that we would have to be running today. Now, guys can skip to the next paragraph because I know this isn’t something you would understand. For you girls. You know how you have certain bras that you can wear and they’ll work when you run? And then there are ones that don’t. Well, I’m wearing one that doesn’t ‘contain’ me enough.
Even this, I would have endured happily, if I were not sick. I have been a mess since. . . well, I’ve been a mess since I was born, but I have been sick for days. I don’t know exactly what it is, but I get dizzy often, my nose runs incessantly, my head hurts, I can’t stop coughing – trust me, it’s not pretty. I can’t even think straight. I said to my friends “My Dad is one of those dad’s that says ‘just go to school and if you’re feeling school then go to the sick and she’ll send you home.'” Yeah. . . .it’s that bad. If you understand what that sentence is supposed to mean, then you’re approved by my blog. You’ve been reading it long enough.
So here I sit, puffy haired, baggy eyed, runny nosed, and head ached in history class and my teacher still has no idea that I’m not paying attention. Something about Reagan, I think. He probably thinks I’m furiously typing out my notes, this is great.
This isn’t going to be about my daily routine, because I value my readers enough to try to avoid allowing them to die of boredom.
My friends, people I deal with on a daily basis, have really weird personalitie- . . . no that’s not it. Mind- . . . no that’s not it either. Everything! They have really weird everything. They have officially dubbed Thursday ‘Touch a Thigh Thursday’ and Friday is ‘Awkward Eye Contact Friday.’
These are only a few odd things my friends do. One of my friends, during rehearsals for Godspell, sang to me (in the tune of ‘Prepare Ye’) “KA-A-A-A-TIE IS A ME-EAT-LOAF!” I don’t know what is wrong with my friends, but they’re pretty awesome. And if it says anything about my life and my friends, I should inform you that I went bowling with two of my friends, and we were put on the little score keeper thingy as (my friend’s idea, not mine) Hotmama (me), Sexy Beast (my friend Jessica), and I forget what Stephanie’s name was, but we decided later that it should have been Black Sugar. So now she is in my phone as black sugar and I’m in her phone as hotmama.
Does this sum it up enough for you? Do you want to know what our usual conversations are about? Well, one we often have is the passionate hate for the word rural. I mean, when is the last time you said it? I hate saying it, it doesn’t even sound like a word. RUH-Ral. RUH-ral. It sounds like something that would come out of your mouth as you’re having a stroke. RUH-Ral.
It isn’t rare that I go into chemistry class and someone begins tapping their pencil rhythmically, and what are a few musically involved kids going to do when this happens? ADD TO IT OF COURSE! Next thing you know there is a whole group of kids in the back of the class all busting out a number of beats in collaboration. It’s pretty awesome.
Not to mention we are reading A Tale of Two Cities in English class right now. I can’t go one day without hearing “A Tale of Two Titties” from someone.