Houshin Sool!

Tonight I tested for my first blue tip for my red belt. To say I was nervous is a huge understatement. I didn't feel that I was as strong as I could have been, but I went ahead with it anyways. Below are a few highlights and whatnot.



My Sparring Match Against Joshua

(This little four year old was seriously my toughest opponent of the night. He wore me out by chasing me around so much. I think my family got a kick out of watching us.)

Board Break

(My break was a jump back kick. I HATE that kick, just because of my lack of jumping ability. I broke it on my second try and really surprised myself.)

Ok, so all of that up there was pretty much for me to go back and look at later on and just to have. Overall I think I did alright. I was in the "warzone" the whole time, up until my nieces showed up. I was focused and angry and feeling hardcore until I looked over and saw them, then I turned into a softy and waved at them and looked outside a lot. For some reason that kind of snapped me out of the trance I was in. (Take karate and you'll understand what I'm talking about when I say trance.) After testing I went to Sonic and Taco Mayo with my mom to get my family food. I wolfed down some tamales and went to take a shower. I LOVE the clean feeling of taking a shower after I get gross. But anyways...

My head is really killing me. Every single time I've tested, I've always got sick right after, without fail. It happens for a number of reasons. Before testing I'm always so stressed out that my body kind of shuts down for awhile after the adrenaline rush and stress are gone. I think that's why my head hurts. Either that or dehydration. Either way, I just know that right now I'm wanting to crawl under the covers and sleep for a very long time, so I may post more tomorrow.

Goodnight :)

I'm Feeling Fat, and Sassy!

If you didn't understand my title, go here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCRx6wtejrQ

That picture to the right was me today in my second hour class. That's actually where I started doodling on paint and decided to draw myself thinking about a chicken. I wasn't actually thinking about a chicken, but yeah...

Let's see, I ended my last post with heading off to my CNA class. I thought my hand was going to fall off! In that class, you have to be an amazing note taker. With the way my head works, I have to write down every single word or I won't understand myself later on, so I spent every minute furiously scribbling so I'd be able to study at some point. I made it through the class with the help of a few caffeinated drinks and some cheetos. I'm going to get fat because of that class, I swear, but anyways, I left there about 4:20 or so, came home, then went to karate at 6:45.

I'm testing tomorrow night for my first blue tip for my red belt, and I'm really nervous. I'm not nervous about knowing my stuff or anything, I'm just nervous about my endurance and being able to last through the whole test. I'm going to be the most senior in my group for the first time, and I have no idea what that's going to be like, but I know I've got to be hardcore. Anyhoo, class last night went really well.

Today was a purple day, so that meant I had English then Newspaper. English was boring, but today I actually had work to do. I'm reading Wuthering Heights in there, and I finished section one of the response questions, finished a graphic organizer to go with it, and handed in three chapters of my senior memory book. I had a good time in Newspaper. Our teacher was busy with homecoming stuff, so we were free to mess around, talk and eat Oreo balls and drink Capri Sun that one of my classmates brought for her birthday. But the fun died down, as you can see from my drawing above. I threw together a story for the article, then messed around on jigzone before getting bored and moving on to drawing that.

My afternoon was pretty fantastic, and karate was KILLER tonight. We did a lot of basics and advanced level kicks. I kind of kicked a concrete floor pretty hard and my ankle and toes are still aching but I think it'll be ok for tomrrow. We did a lot of partner drills and forms and a bunch of other stuff, and I'm feeling a little better about tomorrow night. I may ramble more tomorrow, but it's 12:41 and I'm getting really sleepy, so goodnight :)

What Is This?!

So I'm kinda just sitting here twiddlin' my thumbs. I got out of school a little after 9:30 and came home to wait for this CNA course I'm taking to start, but that doesn't happen until noon. I guess the last time I posted was Saturday night, so I think I'm just going to ramble about what has happened since then.

Sunday wasn't that fantastic, but part of it was. Monday I was on time to school for the first time this semester. As soon as you get into the habit of showing up 3 or 4 minutes late, it's really difficult to fix it. Anyways, we played Drug Dealer in Internship just like we always do, and then I went home. I need to figure out what's up with my "Little" on Friday to see if I just need to get switched away from her and go be a mentor for my fourth grade teacher's class.

At noon on Monday I went to my second class. I'm taking the certification program at the community college to be a certified nurses aid. So I pretty much get to do all the nasty stuff so the regular nurses don't have to. Part of it is just helping the patient or resident with basic every day stuff, even if it's just combing hair or helping them get dressed. I think I'm really going to like it, minus all the icky stuff. Class is supposed to last from noon til 5, but the instructor tries to get us out by 4:15 or so.

Yesterday I had English and Newspaper, and those were ok. I don't really like English, but Newspaper is usually fun. We got in a screaming match, and even though most of the phrases we used were inappropriate and made absolutely no sense, it was fun. I didn't think I was going to be able to go to karate, but I ended up taking my truck and making it. I got smacked a few times, but overall it was good.

Today I went to Internship and played cards, once again. I have class and then karate tonight. I think this is going to be the last night until I test for my first blue tip on Friday. I may post later, but now I need to get my things together and jet :)

Snip Snip :)

Spur of the moment, I decided to cut my bangs tonight.

I did a little research on google and whatnot, then gathered my supplies.

Before:

After:

I think I did an alright job. I'm pretty excited. So excited that I decided to make an entire blog post about my impulsive hair cut. :)

My Failed Attempt at Being Awesome

I got bored earlier and decided I was going to build a card castle. Any time I decide to attempt this, I get the same feeling.

I'm gonna be awesome at this! It can't be that hard!

But it always goes the same way......

After a few failed attempts, I got the first level completed..

I took a break, and came back and completed the second level..

I don't wanna brag, but look at this work of art!
I have all the same suits facing the same direction in numerical order! I have red cards paired up with red cards, and black with black. Every thing is perfect! I know I'm kind of OCD, but I think it's pretty.
(This is also the most progress I've ever made on a card castle.)





I astound myself by how patient and determined I can be when I set my mind to it. I'm usually like a little two year old cracked out on sugar, but I'm a hardcore card castle builder. I glare at people when they walk too hard, or breathe too close to my precious castle. And then I let my guard down and get distracted. I had a row with spades facing the right, and I accidently put a club. So stupid little me decided that it was important to fix my non-mistake, and create an even bigger mistake.
This:

So, in my passive aggressive silent rage, I did this:

I'm not sure if you can tell in the video, but I was PISSED. I'm still sitting here pouting, because I stayed up until 2:30 in the morning for NOTHING. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted...

I Could Totally Survie 31 Seconds After Kicking A Bear You-Know-Where...

I came across theoatmeal.com while reading MyLifeIsAverage the other day, and it's pretty much the only thing that's held my attention for the last three hours.

Things I've learned, thanks to theoatmeal.com:

1. I could take 27 Justin Biebers in a fight.

2. My body could feed 34 hungry weasels for a day.

3. I could survive a 1 minute and 16 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor.

4. I can hear a frequency people over 25 have a hard time hearing (I HATE that sound).

5. I have a 16% chance of surviving an intense love-making session with big foot.

6. There are currently 1,303,260 germs living on my cell phone: the equivalent of 261 toilet seats.

7. I have a 41% chance of being devoured by my loved ones.

8. I could survive for 1.4 seconds on the surface of the sun.

9. I'm 67% addicted to Facebook.

10. It would take me 55 minutes to become infected after a zombie bite.

11. My body could only support 1 lonely tapeworm.

12. I could take 45 baboons in a fight armed only with a giant don't-wanna-say.

13. I could survive 31 seconds after kicking a bear in the balls.


......ok, so that was a total waste of time, energy, and blog space, but oh well...

toodles :)

Save Our Souls...

I love the way this song's chorus makes my heart feel all full and bursty and whatnot :)

We Try to be Funny, But Then Stuff Like This Happens...

Brrrr

That's me right now. I'm freezing! I know I've been all excited for snow or whatever, but I'm done with it. I just want summer so I can wear flip flops and shorts and go swimming. But when it's summer, all I want is winter so I can wrap up in blankets and whatnot.

(this drawing took me forever, by the way)

Anyways, today was pretty good. I only had one set class today: Teaching Internship. Our schedules haven't been set up yet, so all we do is come into the classroom and play "Drug Dealer." I love that game! There's nine girls in there, and we all just show up and play cards and try to get Mr. Shields to play Taylor Swift for the opening of the daily announcements.

I couldn't go see my "Little" so I just came home at 9:30. I've been trying not to nap all the time, because it just messes up my sleeping schedule, but I got suuuper sleepy around 11:00, and my dad said he'd wake me up by noon so I didn't think it'd be that big of a deal. I ended up sleeping until 2:50 when I had to go pick up my sister from school. I've been taking my dog with me when we go so I've been getting a lot of weird looks (my dog is HUGE.) I got my chores done and went and got gas, then waited around until it was time to leave for karate.

Karate was pretty fantastic. We went through a lot of stuff that we haven't been able to lately. I always feel really good during karate. It's like I block out all the crud that's been messing with me lately and completely focus on what I'm doing. Recently I actually thought about giving up karate for a while. I didn't know if that would help me feel better, but then I realized that it'd probably make things worse. I don't even know what's wrong, but I know karate helps. Besides, I'm testing at the end of this month for my first blue tip for my red belt. I'm getting seriously close to being eligible to test for black belt. After this month, I have six more months to test for my second blue tip, then my black belt test whenever I'm able to. So I have anywhere from eight to fifteen months. That sounds like a lot, but it's really not when put into perspective.

I've noticed lately how fast time seems to be going. The last four years have just gone by like nothing. Six months feels like nothing. I graduate in four months. My senior project is due in the next three months, which reminds me that I STILL need to go to Walmart and get a notebook for it.

I have newspaper tomorrow which I'm looking forward to. I thought I was going to hate that class, but lately it's been a lot of fun. We sit around and share crazy stories and laugh our butts off. For February's edition I get to write an article over the Childhood Goat Trauma Foundation. Google it. That crap's real.

But now I must try to get some sleep. My stomach's hurtin' real bad because I came home and ate a pack of White Castle frozen mini burger things, and they were nasty. They're one of those foods you know are disgusting, but you eat anyways...kind of like vienna sausages. Anyways, off to bed I go.

Goodnight :)

Animal Crackers in my Soup :)

Today was nothing special. I went to school and got out super early. I came home and watched half of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button before I went upstairs and went back to bed. I slept from 11:00 or so and didn't get up until 6:30. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been super tired lately, and I think my anxiety issues are back. I'm not sure what's wrong, but I'm working to figure it out. I then ate supper and now I'm just messing around on the computer.

Because today was so uneventful, I've decided to post the most hilarious video my teacher showed my class this morning. Enjoy :)

Oh, the Weather Outside is Frightful...

I haven't posted since Thursday, so I sort of feel obligated to do so today even though not many people read this.

Let's see...what's happened since Thursday?

Friday I made a hot fudge cheesecake for my friend John after I got out of school at 9:30. He left Saturday morning to move to be with his soon-to-be wife. I went to drop the cheesecake off and was bombarded into going to eat, to Wal-mart and eating some of the cheesecake. It got to be time to leave, so I hugged him and said my goodbye, and I'm really proud of myself because I made it to my car before I cried (I cried on Thursday after his last class here and kind of got teased for it). I'm really happy for him, but it sucks that he's gone. He's been a brother/therapist/teacher to me for the past couple years, and we're all really going to miss him.

Saturday wasn't much better. I sat around my house being a bum and slept a lot. I went to Wal-mart at 10:30 with my mom and sister and got a mouth organ. Or a harmonica, whatever you want to call it, but I prefer mouth organ...I stayed up until 5 in the morning because I had slept so much during the day. As soon as I get done typing this I'm going to practice because I'm bound and determined to learn how to play at least one song.

Sunday I woke up at 12:30 and went to my grade school best friend's baby shower at 2:00. It was so bizarre. I kept thinking how it seems like just yesterday we were running around in our shiny purple pants, nerd glasses and Scooby Doo tshirts and going to Girl Scouts and playing on the playground. I remember one year we organized a group of ten or so girls to be in a commercial for a chocolate covered banana thing we planned on making to sell at her grandparents' gas station. We wrote a song and assigned parts and actually did really well directing the whole thing. The rest of Sunday I hung around with some people and then decorated cookies. I ended up not going to sleep until 1:00 or so and it killed me this morning.

I am pretty excited today though because it FINALLY snowed! It's been going pretty heavy for awhile now.

I drove for the first time on it this morning and was a little late because I took my time. I got out three hours later and the roads had already slicked up a bit. I didn't know how to do the brakes, so I hit them a little hard at one point and almost slid into a stop sign. I got home and changed into sweat pants as soon as possible, and now I think I may go make a sandwich...I'm not sure why I'm always talking about sandwiches on this blog, because I'm not really all that obsessed with them...even though I do make pretty fantastic sandwiches. Or pasta...yeah. I'm going to make pasta. And I'm seriously just sitting here typing down my thoughts, but I don't want to backspace so I'm just going to leave it. Yeah...

p.s- Here's my pasta.

Don't judge me, I know there's a ton of it. Mother Nature hates me right now, so I feel I'm within my rights to give my dying body all the pasta it can eat.

It Hurts to Type :((

I'm so freakin' sore! I can't even physically function right. I look ridiculous when I try to walk. It's like a dinosaur that can't bend its knees, and can't look left or right without moving its shoulders. I'm really not in the mood to type tonight because I'm still kind of sad :(

I think I'm going to draw a picture.

It's a lion. From Lion King on Broadway. Heck yeah...(total waste of 15 minutes, but what ever..)












My eye lids are getting all droopy and angry with me, so I think I'm going to bed. I'll be writing more tomorrow...

Goodnight :)

Too Rye Loo Rye Too Rye Loo Rye AYE!

As I write this I'm sitting in my second/final hour of the day: Newspaper. I was in this class in sophomore year and I hated it, but my guidance counselor thought that maybe my tastes in classes had changed in two years. They haven't. It's not that I hate writing, because I really do love it, it's just the politics that come along with it.

I get to sit around and do nothing. We can't even have good internet! I'm having to make this as a WordPad document (my laptop doesn't have Word or other Microsoft programs yet, so I have to use WordPad, save it to my flash drive, then import this when I get home and have time to post) because my blog is blocked. It's under the category "Forums and Newsgroups." I understand blocking porn and websites on how to make your own drugs or whatever, but I hate that they have to block every single form of free speech. And over Christmas break, they blocked my favorite game site. I'm ticked. sigh....(at this point I left school, went home, made a sandwich, talked to some friends, took a shower then went to karate. It is now 11:21...)

Anyways...I had something completely and utterly awesome to talk about tonight, but I forgot. I only go to school until 11:00 now, so I need to figure out what to do with my new free time. I think I may start running/jogging/having an asthma attack/dying where no one will find me/making my mom worry/having my iPod stolen by an unsympathetic hobo/being found/making people sad, but I'm thinking that may be unsafe. I could run where no one could see me, but I value my life and don't want to be kidnapped by the devil worshippers that live by the river, but I don't want to run where people can see me because I value my dignity. So I have to choose between safety and my self-esteem...I'm not sure which wins yet.

Oh, and I've also decided that it may not be a good idea to act like a cat to teach my family a lesson because then they'll start to hate me and become passive-aggressive towards me because everyone is passive-aggressive to their cat and like to watch them fall off tall things and make fools of themselves and I don't think I'm at a stage in my life where I can handle that kind of neglect and ridicule. And I like being around people too much to hide in random places.

I was talking to a girl on Omegle earlier as I was typing (If you've never been on Omegle, I suggest you don't go there because there's probably a reason you haven't seen it. It's just a knock-off of Chat-roulette, and you may read some pretty disturbing things, but I digress...) We started talking about blogs, and she gave me the link to hers, so I gave her the link to mine. She begged me to tell her how to make the astronaut helmet thing and said that she would advertise my blog just so I'd tell her, then she disconnected before I could say that it's really not that big of a deal, and it's just paint and a sharpie. So if some random people start following me, I'll know why. I have no idea what her name is, and she didn't follow me, so I'm not sure how I'm supposed to tell her that, but oh well...

I need to go to sleep, but I've been listening to "Come on Eileen" on repeat for the past hour and I'm really hyped up. I can't come up with a clever ending line, so I'll post this video so you too may have this stupid song stuck in your head for the rest of eternity...

Goodnight :))

c('-'c)

My title is pretty freakin' awesome. It's a little kirby thing hugging. The c's are his arms, the parentheses are his chubby belly, the apostrophes are his eyes, and the dash is his non-smiling mouth...I feel kind of sad because I had to ask my mom how to spell apostrophe...but it's still awesome.

Anyways...what kind of fruit cakes go to Sonic at 10:00 at night in flippin' January to get ice cream?! Well......that would be my sister and me. I got one of those red velvet cake blast things with cheese cake chunks in it. Every time I get a blast, I always end up just searching around the ice cream to search for chunks of the candy or whatever's in it.

Blasts are a couple dollars a piece, so wouldn't it just be a better idea to go to the gas station and buy a candy bar? Or with the money I save from just getting that I could buy TWO candy bars. I never even eat much of the ice cream after the chunks and whip cream are gone. Maybe I'm not paying for the ice cream at all, but for the fun I get to have while searching for random chunks of goodness. I'm so easy to entertain. I always get a "HECK YEAH!!" moment when I find a huge chunk of candy, like I won the freakin' lottery or something.

I seriously didn't want to type two paragraphs of nonsense about how I like to search for candy in my ice cream, but I guess that's just how I roll.

What I REALLY meant to write about was my night, and how I'm really not looking forward to school tomorrow.

I had a really good time tonight. We had class for the first time since the 14th of December, if I remember correctly. We got warmed up with some basics and then we partnered off for joint locks. I got partnered up with Matt (random park buddy). Then we had to go through my highest form: Ba Sai. I learned how to do some parts better than I knew how before, but now my legs are KILLING me. I'm using a lot of CAPS tonight. I have no idea why. Maybe I'm just IN THE MOOD TO YELL. I also just noticed that when I'm typing with all capital letters I smack the keyboard a little harder. Maybe I'm just trying to communicate to my computer just how much I mean what I'm saying. One of these days I'm going to have an entire conversation with someone where I just yell at them the entire time. Then they'll ask why I'm yelling, and I'll reply, "I'M STUCK ON CAPS LOCK. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF." And then I'll have one less friend, but hey, if they can't handle my weird-ness then they really couldn't be my friend in the first place, but anyways....

Crap. I forgot what I was talking about......oh yeah, how much school sucks. Actually, it's not going to be so bad anymore. This is the last semester of high school for me, and my schedule is pretty fantastic. We have a rotating, two day system. One day is purple, the next is gold, then back to purple and so on and so forth. Purple day has blocks one through three, advisory, then four. Gold days have blocks five through seven, advisory, then eight. Blocks last an hour and twenty-six minutes and advisory lasts thirty. Tomorrow is purple. I only have two classes: English 8 and Newspaper, then I leave at 11. Gold days are even better. I'm in a Teaching Internship class during first block. Last semester we got to rotate through the grades, observing them all, and this semester we get to pick one to get more involved with. I'm talking teaching entire lessons to a group of twenty little kids. I'm STOKED. I haven't decided whether I want to do kindergarten or preschool, but I'm pretty sure I'd rather do preschool. I might decide to do kindergarten though because my second block is community service and I'll be at the elementary school already. I get to go see my "Little", Michaela, and I go with her to gym, music, art or library. I only stay until 10:30 so I'll get out earlier on those days. I'm going to try to get a job so I can be productive with my new free time and actually earn money and grow up a little. But tomorrow I think I'm going to come home, and maybe eat a sandwich...or one and a half...

Cheese, Sleep Searching and Lack of Pants

I apparently Google in my sleep (yes, I just used Google as a verb...). I woke up at midnight last night and decided that the most important thing in the world was to make a sandwich. I got up, wrapped myself up in a blanket and went downstairs.

After a few minutes and half a block of pepperjack cheese, I had one and a half grilled cheeses. Not just one, not two, but one and a half. I have no idea how I came to the conclusion that one and a half was the proper amount of fried, cheesy goodness, but it is. Anyways, I ate my sandwiches, watched TV for a bit then went back upstairs and finally went to sleep...or so I thought.

I woke up this morning and opened my laptop to discover that I had Googled "how to make a ninja throwing star out of paper." I don't get it, but whatever...

Today my head is killing me, and I'm a little light headed, and I've decided to stick it to the man. I go back to school tomorrow, so I decided to sleep in as long as I possibly could, and mess around on the internet between naps. I haven't even put on proper pants today! I feel like a boss! (Side note: I hate pants, but we'll discuss that later....)

I have karate tonight for the first time in FOREVER. I feel like crap but I'm hoping to get feeling better so I can go. I guess I should go do laundry so I'll have proper pants to wear out into public....sigh.

Depression=Productivity

So I'm in a really crummy mood tonight, but I decided I was going to try to do something about it. For Christmas I got a huge tub of cheese balls. We recently finished all of them (my sister and her boyfriend ate most of them), and even though they were a little stale, we didn't give up. I felt as if I had accomplished something.

I wanted to do something really awesome with the bucket. I couldn't fit it over my head, so I had to do a little surgery on it first.

I got it to fit, gathered all my supplies and created the best thing EVER....

It's an astronaut helmet. I'm extremely proud of it, and I guess I feel a little less bummed....and now I kind of want to go to the moon.....

Blogging When Bummed Doesn't Really Work...

I said I was going to post an update of what I did today, but I'm kind of feeling bummed, so instead I decided to post a video of earlier today when I was in a happy mood.

It's me driving, Raye in the middle and her boyfriend, Jared taping.

I Wrote This While Hiding Under My Desk, Just to Prove a Point

Next fall I'm planning on moving out of my parents' house to live in the dorms at the local JuCo. The dorms are literally seven blocks away from where I live now, but hey, if it's paid for (scholarship thingy) then the experience of living away from my parents couldn't hurt. Also a plus: I live so close that if I ever begin to starve, I only have to drag myself a short distance for real food.

My parents and sister know about this plan, and I think they're looking forward to it. Both my dad and my sister have come into my room at some point and began visualizing what they'd like to do with it. They talk about what it's going to be like once I'm gone like I'm about to die, but then I remind them that I'll be here all the time but it never really helps. My sister has already asked for a cat once I'm gone. I would love to have one around right now, but I'm allergic so I'd kind of like my house to be a safe-zone of non-sneeze-ness.

I know Raye is going to miss me. Unlike most sisters, we're best friends and I'd rather hang out with her than most people. I know she's sad, but I think she's secretly excited that I'm leaving because she wants to replace me with a cat, so I've decided to act like a cat to show them just how sucky life is going to be once I leave. I'm going to start hiding in random places (like under beds, in closets or under the bathroom sink), and I'm only going to appear when it's time for food or when someone feels obliged to rub or scratch me. And when I do decide to grace them with my presence, I'm going to hog the best seats, or lay in the middle of the floor sunbathing so they all have to step around me. I haven't decided whether or not I'm going to sit on the laps of guests and demand their attention no matter how uncomfortable they seem to be, but I'll let you know how it goes...

First Post

So I've decided to write a blog for a number of reasons.
1) I'd like to remember the random day-to-day nonsense that I go through if I ever choose to look back.
2) I've been told it'd be a good idea, and I'm easily susceptible to positive family/peer pressure. (Is that really a bad thing?)
3) I've been reading various blogs/MyLifeIsAverage a lot today, and I guess it inspired me.

But anyways, about me. My name is Alayna, and I'm a senior at the only high school in a slightly small town in Kansas. Some people hate it here, but I kind of love it. I know the names of pretty much everyone in my graduating class, but then again, that's not the biggest accomplishment considering there are only about 130 of us. My family is pretty much average: a dad, a mom, a little sister and a big brother who's grown and has a family of his own. I've been in karate for the past two and a half years, and it's a big reason I am who I am.

I'm not sure how I'd describe myself. I can be a bit of a spaz, but I think it makes life interesting. I'm OCD about some things, but not about others. I'm a serious hopeless romantic. Next fall I'm going to start college with the intended major of Elementary Education. I could speak to a group of forty seven year olds easier than I could talk to a group of seven forty year olds. I'm still a kid at heart and I love doing things like building little hideouts and going to the park. I like to break out in dance at random times and in random places, but with me it's more of a wild flailing than actual dancing.
Today is January 1, 2011. In other words, 1-1-11. I am extremely excited by the fact that all the numbers are the same. I'm easily entertained (apparently). Another example of my easily excitable nature: yesterday I dead-legged myself at a New Year's Eve party, and as I was bending over, grabbing onto my thighs in self-inflicted excruciating pain, I was immediately distracted by the hot pink bright-ness of my socks, and got really excited.

We rang in the New Year like we normally do: watching the "adults" become slightly intoxicated, eating mini weiners and assorted cheeses, dancing around maniacally, and then setting off left over fireworks from the Fourth of July. I'm not a normal high school senior. Instead of going out and partying, I hung out with a few close friends and my family at my place, but I'd rather have it that way. After everybody left it was just my parents, my sister, Raye, her boyfriend, Jared, and me. I ended up stayed up until 5-ish this morning playing Sims, which I've become a little addicted to.

Today was a pretty normal day. I woke up, messed around on Facebook, played more Sims, filled my bathtub with pillows and hung out there awhile, then started this thing. And at one point, I needed to dry off my hands. I didn't want to choose between any of the four towels hanging up in my bathroom, so I used all of them so as to not hurt the feelings of any of the others. (yeah, yeah, I know...)

Tomorrow should be interesting. I have plans to drive to the next town over to go to the park with someone who understands my randomoscity, so I should be posting more tomorrow with an update. :)