I think that June 21st, 2011, was probably one of the best days of my life.
I woke up. And I worried about today's exam, bio. And then I went to the bus stop, joked with my friend for half an hour, got to school, saw everyone, and it just felt good and normal and happy. And yeah, then I spent forever taking a test. And I was one of the last people done, of course, 'cause I take my time. And I always want to remember the moment right when I raised my hand when my teacher just stopped the other proctor from checking my test because he wanted to do it himself--it made me laugh for no real reason. I'm gonna miss this year; I actually liked my teachers and they were actually good at their jobs.
And then I got picked up and went home and sat around for a bit, and listened to Moves Like Jagger around seventeen hundred times. Then my cousin called, because she wanted to go to the movies. We'd talked about it and it was half-off day so I thought, "What the hell?"
It's late, so I don't feel like listing all the things that happened to us that made this the best movie ever. I can't believe we haven't been kicked out of that theater yet, though. Also, they're going to own my soul by the end of summer. And you should never be ashamed to sit between your best friend and her cousin as they dance to "Ice Ice Baby" and occasionally sing along. NEVER BE ASHAMED~
Of course, once we finally left we had extra popcorn and thus had to feed the seagulls, who were rather happy about it. We were then harassed and insulted by the elderly and went to cousin's house, where we were hanging out and sang along to a large variety of songs whilst having fun with bubbles and being idiots. And more shit. I don't even write this for other people; I write it for myself~
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
The Year
Self,
Oh hell. You actually did it. 13.6666666666666666666666667 years of not failing at life, and you actually feel damn good for once. Remember the beginning of the year? Remember the beginning of eighth grade when you were so afraid of everything and had to make sure everything would be okay? But it turned out okay and--amazingly--you're coming out of this year on top. You have friends--not just the same people you've been clinging to since elementary school, but new friends. You've met people who you actually like, people you joke with and laugh with and just generally enjoy being around and people who you can actually be around going into the future, people you don't have to be false with.
Just thinking:
You and Ash. It's what, nine years now? The Game, losing it--that's our summary of this year. And yeah, she wants to go to high school so bad and yeah, she wants this year to end but you guys are doing so much better. And yeah, maybe next year you'll still survive. So maybe you're not best friends in the whole world and do everything together, but you're friends and you talk and you joke and you laugh.
You and Nicole. Two and a half years. This year, you spent more time in her homeroom this morning than you ever did in yours, and God only knows how many things you panicked over together. And Matt, always so sure that we were right--you laughed about that time after time. Best lab partner you've ever had, eh? Also the only lab partner you've ever had, but still. At least you have the faintest idea how a microscope works now.
You and S. A year and a half. Remember all your arguments? Remember 9-4-9-15-20? And then there's all your book arguments--because really, you still can't get why she sticks to Maximum Ride. 'Snot worth it, really. And all of her Stories--you know the ones. Wednesdays with her dad, horrid weekends with her grandparents, but you think they're all hilarious anyways.
You and Amy. Think about it--four and a half years. Four years, in a row, the two of you. The conversations you two have every day when she goes to science and you go to history, then later when you go to Spanish together, are one of the best parts of your day. Remember you, the first day of school? It was sort of sad, because you went through the day and there was no Amy--and there'd been an Amy since fifth grade when you two both got the same teacher and all the same classes--and then it was last period, and you found your desk and you looked across the room and hell, that was her, and you two laughed. And of course, she's never getting rid of you now. And hell, you're gonna be locker buddies for the next three years. At least, almost locker buddies. She's like five down. Good enough.
You and Rach. Just this year. And yeah, you complain but you don't mind her constant need to know that she has the answer to a history question right, and yeah, you find her anxiety sort of funny, but she's your friend. And, like I haven't said it enough, you joke and laugh and talk and it's just fun.
You and E. This year, too. Because gym wouldn't be the same otherwise. You argue and laugh and died attempting to run together, but it was a fun death. And you'll never look at school lunches the same way again.
You and A. Two years, but mostly this year. Hell, if it weren't for you two being shoved in the same study hall you'd both be so screwed right now. Remember math? Sometimes it was an impossible feat, it seems. And you know that you two are gonna spend all of this week doing Spanish homework together 'cause you're too lazy and procrastinate so you don't do it at home.
You and K. Just these past few months, lately. But you'll never forget your can opener, will you? And you'll never stop mocking her over Bert and her impossible-to-pronounce last name.
And they, Ave, made your year.
Oh hell. You actually did it. 13.6666666666666666666666667 years of not failing at life, and you actually feel damn good for once. Remember the beginning of the year? Remember the beginning of eighth grade when you were so afraid of everything and had to make sure everything would be okay? But it turned out okay and--amazingly--you're coming out of this year on top. You have friends--not just the same people you've been clinging to since elementary school, but new friends. You've met people who you actually like, people you joke with and laugh with and just generally enjoy being around and people who you can actually be around going into the future, people you don't have to be false with.
Just thinking:
You and Ash. It's what, nine years now? The Game, losing it--that's our summary of this year. And yeah, she wants to go to high school so bad and yeah, she wants this year to end but you guys are doing so much better. And yeah, maybe next year you'll still survive. So maybe you're not best friends in the whole world and do everything together, but you're friends and you talk and you joke and you laugh.
You and Nicole. Two and a half years. This year, you spent more time in her homeroom this morning than you ever did in yours, and God only knows how many things you panicked over together. And Matt, always so sure that we were right--you laughed about that time after time. Best lab partner you've ever had, eh? Also the only lab partner you've ever had, but still. At least you have the faintest idea how a microscope works now.
You and S. A year and a half. Remember all your arguments? Remember 9-4-9-15-20? And then there's all your book arguments--because really, you still can't get why she sticks to Maximum Ride. 'Snot worth it, really. And all of her Stories--you know the ones. Wednesdays with her dad, horrid weekends with her grandparents, but you think they're all hilarious anyways.
You and Amy. Think about it--four and a half years. Four years, in a row, the two of you. The conversations you two have every day when she goes to science and you go to history, then later when you go to Spanish together, are one of the best parts of your day. Remember you, the first day of school? It was sort of sad, because you went through the day and there was no Amy--and there'd been an Amy since fifth grade when you two both got the same teacher and all the same classes--and then it was last period, and you found your desk and you looked across the room and hell, that was her, and you two laughed. And of course, she's never getting rid of you now. And hell, you're gonna be locker buddies for the next three years. At least, almost locker buddies. She's like five down. Good enough.
You and Rach. Just this year. And yeah, you complain but you don't mind her constant need to know that she has the answer to a history question right, and yeah, you find her anxiety sort of funny, but she's your friend. And, like I haven't said it enough, you joke and laugh and talk and it's just fun.
You and E. This year, too. Because gym wouldn't be the same otherwise. You argue and laugh and died attempting to run together, but it was a fun death. And you'll never look at school lunches the same way again.
You and A. Two years, but mostly this year. Hell, if it weren't for you two being shoved in the same study hall you'd both be so screwed right now. Remember math? Sometimes it was an impossible feat, it seems. And you know that you two are gonna spend all of this week doing Spanish homework together 'cause you're too lazy and procrastinate so you don't do it at home.
You and K. Just these past few months, lately. But you'll never forget your can opener, will you? And you'll never stop mocking her over Bert and her impossible-to-pronounce last name.
And they, Ave, made your year.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
In case I haven't properly covered this (I totally have . . . ), I procrastinate. A lot. It is in my blood to put off doing things I don't want to do. Which is why I am sitting here rambling and listening to Maroon 5 (I bought Hands All Over yesterday. : D). And now I have a shitload of things to do and I don't wanna do them.
Blargh. Anyways. I have like three and a half hours to finish Spanish and then do math . . . And then at ten I have to watch The Voice because I'm weird. : )
What was the point of this? I dunno. :)
Blargh. Anyways. I have like three and a half hours to finish Spanish and then do math . . . And then at ten I have to watch The Voice because I'm weird. : )
What was the point of this? I dunno. :)
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wow.
So I'm sitting here at my laptop forcing myself to study for a biology quiz tomorrow because I know that even though I'm really good at bio if I want to ace this which I do then I need to study. So I am. I also need to study math and the Cold War, which is why I'm totally going to sleep at eleven instead of ten . . .
Anyways. I was staring at all the tabs I have open and I just started laughing. See. my tabs go:
1--YouTube - Blake Shelton - "The More I Drink"
2--Cracked.com, "I Can't Tell If Movies Are Being Serious Anymore" by Dan O'Brien
3--Online bio review thing
4--GT 26, technically retitled Ghost Town 3³ - 1= log₂ ( 67108864 ) = 26, which I just realized I haven't refreshed in like two and a half hours . . .
5--Wikipedia, Catherine of Valois, wife of Henry V of England, mother of Henry VI of England, and grandmother of Henry VII of England through a marriage to Owen Tudor (also sister of Isabella of Valois, Richard II of England's child bride)
6--Blogger. To write this.
--Hell, I'mma take a screenshot . . .
~Ave
Anyways. I was staring at all the tabs I have open and I just started laughing. See. my tabs go:
1--YouTube - Blake Shelton - "The More I Drink"
2--Cracked.com, "I Can't Tell If Movies Are Being Serious Anymore" by Dan O'Brien
3--Online bio review thing
4--GT 26, technically retitled Ghost Town 3³ - 1= log₂ ( 67108864 ) = 26, which I just realized I haven't refreshed in like two and a half hours . . .
5--Wikipedia, Catherine of Valois, wife of Henry V of England, mother of Henry VI of England, and grandmother of Henry VII of England through a marriage to Owen Tudor (also sister of Isabella of Valois, Richard II of England's child bride)
6--Blogger. To write this.
--Hell, I'mma take a screenshot . . .
~Ave
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Public Bathrooms: They Frighten Me
Every day, after last period (Spanish), my friend and I walk the exact same route: take a right out the door, walk down the hall past the first staircase, past the front entrance, to the second staircase, then go up those stairs, take a left, say bye at my locker. I get my stuff together and then shove it all into my backpack and slam my locker shut at nearly the exact same moment that Bestie (i, if you know that list) arrives just to the left of that staircase, and then we go downstairs together. It's routine.
Bestie, however, has what we call a "micro bladder"--that is to say, she has to go to the bathroom like three times during the school day alone. So of course, we always end up taking a detour to the bathroom before leaving school because apparently it's necessary. I, being a weird person, almost never go to the bathroom during the school day (of course, once I get home it seems I have to go every two hours, but I think my bladder is just trained for that 'cause it's special. . .) so I always stand there against the wall and wait for my friend. The interesting element to this, though, is simple: Children are gross, and even once they reach middle school they're still fairly gross, and have actually began a downward decline in person hygiene.
It seems that, as young children, we are constantly controlled by parents. They always make sure we brush our teeth twice a day and do it right and they make sure we shower and put on clean underwear on a somewhat regular basis and ensure that our rooms aren't too gross. All of these things and their importance are highly impressed upon us so that one day, when we're older, we can do them all on our own.
This is a lesson modern youth have entirely skipped over.
It just so happened that on . . . Wednesday, I think, while I was standing in the bathroom humming "Rolling in the Deep," four different children finished their business and then left the bathroom. I really shouldn't be calling them children since they're my age and I don't like being called a child but whatever. The point was this:
None of these children washed their hands.
This bothers me greatly. It really shouldn't, but it does. And thinking about the children who don't wash their hands led me to thinking about public restrooms, specifically those at school, which led me to thinking of the other thing I hate about them, which is that the door is always open.
I don't mean like the stall door--that would just be creepy. No, I mean you have your little bit of privacy allotted by wannabee-walls and then a wide open door leading out into the hallway, and to top it all off the ceilings are high and everything echoes because the school is elderly.
Basically, anyone walking by in the hallway can hear you going about your business.
This actually bothers me a lot more than the whole hand-washing thing but trust me, that still bothers me a lot. It's just . . . random strangers are walking by outside and they can hear you and they know exactly what you're doing in there. Even better, at school, you know most of them. So now random people you know--but not really--are also listening to you going about your business.
AND IT'S A SCARRING ORDEAL.
~Ave
Bestie, however, has what we call a "micro bladder"--that is to say, she has to go to the bathroom like three times during the school day alone. So of course, we always end up taking a detour to the bathroom before leaving school because apparently it's necessary. I, being a weird person, almost never go to the bathroom during the school day (of course, once I get home it seems I have to go every two hours, but I think my bladder is just trained for that 'cause it's special. . .) so I always stand there against the wall and wait for my friend. The interesting element to this, though, is simple: Children are gross, and even once they reach middle school they're still fairly gross, and have actually began a downward decline in person hygiene.
It seems that, as young children, we are constantly controlled by parents. They always make sure we brush our teeth twice a day and do it right and they make sure we shower and put on clean underwear on a somewhat regular basis and ensure that our rooms aren't too gross. All of these things and their importance are highly impressed upon us so that one day, when we're older, we can do them all on our own.
This is a lesson modern youth have entirely skipped over.
It just so happened that on . . . Wednesday, I think, while I was standing in the bathroom humming "Rolling in the Deep," four different children finished their business and then left the bathroom. I really shouldn't be calling them children since they're my age and I don't like being called a child but whatever. The point was this:
None of these children washed their hands.
This bothers me greatly. It really shouldn't, but it does. And thinking about the children who don't wash their hands led me to thinking about public restrooms, specifically those at school, which led me to thinking of the other thing I hate about them, which is that the door is always open.
I don't mean like the stall door--that would just be creepy. No, I mean you have your little bit of privacy allotted by wannabee-walls and then a wide open door leading out into the hallway, and to top it all off the ceilings are high and everything echoes because the school is elderly.
Basically, anyone walking by in the hallway can hear you going about your business.
This actually bothers me a lot more than the whole hand-washing thing but trust me, that still bothers me a lot. It's just . . . random strangers are walking by outside and they can hear you and they know exactly what you're doing in there. Even better, at school, you know most of them. So now random people you know--but not really--are also listening to you going about your business.
AND IT'S A SCARRING ORDEAL.
~Ave
Friday, March 11, 2011
THIS IS VERY EFFING IMPORTANT. *MASSIVE FLAILING*
SO HI, BLOG AND .4 READERS OF BLOG.
I meant to write you an actual post, I really did, but I'm super busy and I love to procrastinate so that didn't happen. HOWEVER.
Incendia has been nominated for the Veritas Award in the angst category, and you can go vote for it at fanmortals.webs.com by clicking on the "vote" option at the top. IT WOULD BE VERY APPRECIATED AND THANK YOU IN ADVANCE.
(I'm sleep deprived, if it was not given away by the caps lock abuse.)
Mille grazie~ (LOOK FOREIGN LANGUAGES. THIS MEANS YOU SHOULD VOTE. *nods*)
. . . Yeah, sleep deprived. :/ Sorry.
--Ave, who's really really hoping you'll vote
I meant to write you an actual post, I really did, but I'm super busy and I love to procrastinate so that didn't happen. HOWEVER.
Incendia has been nominated for the Veritas Award in the angst category, and you can go vote for it at fanmortals.webs.com by clicking on the "vote" option at the top. IT WOULD BE VERY APPRECIATED AND THANK YOU IN ADVANCE.
(I'm sleep deprived, if it was not given away by the caps lock abuse.)
Mille grazie~ (LOOK FOREIGN LANGUAGES. THIS MEANS YOU SHOULD VOTE. *nods*)
. . . Yeah, sleep deprived. :/ Sorry.
--Ave, who's really really hoping you'll vote
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Why Ave Should Stop Writing Posts At Two In The Morning
Well. Uh. See, I'm insane, so it's almost two-thirty and I'm sitting/reclining on the gigantic pillow my favorite cousin made me two Christmases ago (love you cousin) and trying to find a reason not go to to sleep. Basically I haven't done so very much with myself recently besides sleep and "clean my room" and listen to extensive amounts of Rise Against and watch random YouTube videos and read a whole bunch of Cracked.com articles. Actually, that's basically the reason I'm writing this . . . I would call it a blog post but it's mostly just unorganized rambles, but whatever. See, I was going to go to bed at one. I was so set and determined on this, and then of course I was watching more YouTube videos and that got shot straight to hell. Now my videos aren't loading, so I'm here. So.
Basically I've spent the past two days studying the art of nerdfighting ('cause it's an art, of course; google it if you don't know it), and watching Charlieissocoollike and his friend Alex whose YouTube name escapes me at the moment. I have frequently thought of how I should write a blog post, but I'm going through a lazy period and recently had a lot of free time, which, rest assured, is rapidly dissipating so soon I'll be my normal stressed high-strung semi-insane self. One more day, then I'll be back to being insane. So yeah.
Today I took one of my dogs for a walk. This may sound normal, but she happens to think she's the greatest thing since sliced bread (Okay, someone said that to me like four days ago and I haven't been able to stop saying it since. I'm blaming Theia, think it was her.) and it's the middle of winter. Two Fridays ago it was really really nice out, at least by the standards we live by here, but now it's freezing again and it keeps snowing. Dog also refuses to walk through snow and skirts around it whenever possible. Of course, once I shove her into the snowbank she thinks it's also the greatest thing since sliced bread (SEE? I'M DOING IT AGAIN. D: ) and thus jumps in and runs in circles and generally spazzes and acts like a dog. So I alternately get dragged and have to shove a blubbery brick of fur and pure hard-headedness (I don't care if that's not a word.) down a whole bunch of sidewalks.
My dog enjoys this. For some reason.
I immediately decided that I must have exerted my energy for the day on that walk that lasted around half an hour, but no. See, for some reason my mother had to take all the good, normal dogs somewhere for the first half of the day and took my sister. Basically she left me alone with the three neediest creatures ever to set foot in my home, and I live there.
First there's hardheaded blubbery brick who thinks she's Jesus only better (I keep saying that too.) Then there's her sister--but they're not alike, no. They're basically complete opposites: Dog's Sister (necessary capitalization, most definitely) is afraid of everything.
And I mean everything.
Anything that is even in the slightest unusual or unfamiliar to her is automatically viewed as a huge threat to her well-being and peaceful existence (I'm just kidding. It's not peaceful. She is totally insane and is a dog, which translates as: She's murdered more than her fair share of woodland creatures in her time. (She also just had her second birthday, so I don't want to know the death count when she passes. :/)) and thus she has to go through what we call The Extensive Panic Maneuver. Actually no one calls it that but me in my head but this is my blog so they can go die.
It goes like this:
1--Recognize there is something that you could possibly consider a threat. Just in case, it shall be treated as one even if it is only Ave's new socks.
2--Glare at object. This stage begins roughly a fifth of a second before stage three, but steps two through six all occur in unison.
3--Tail shall begin to wag uncontrollably. Anyone hit by it should seek immediate medical attention.
4--Growl. It must be low and throaty but fail because you're entirely uncertain what it is and thus don't carry through on the growl/bark mutation that had begun.
5--Get low to ground. Somehow, in your mind, this ensures your safety in case it is scary, which it won't be because it never is.
6--Back up rapidly and hide in the nearest safe place.
7--Make someone make the scary thing go away. AKA get scolded for freaking out at nothing and then wanting to be consoled so running to someone and making them pet you.
This is what I deal with on a daily basis.
There's also other dog but she's basically like Dog. So yeah.
I was then forced to pay attention to them when I just didn't feel like it.
Anyways. What else happened to me? I should probably compile a list now because otherwise when people ask me what I did on Monday I will have nothing and look like an idiot.
To list:
Last Saturday: Uhm. I definitely slept for a long time then . . . Yeah.
Last Sunday: Slept. Went on laptop. Nothing happened.
Monday: Should have cleaned room. Did not.
Tuesday: Uhm. Made spaghetti. Ate large quantities of garlic bread. Slept. Of course. Think this was the day I got the entire works of Rise Against from Kay, it might have been Thursday. I do not know. It's almost three in the morning. So.
Wednesday: Well. Uh. Internet. Watched television. This is what I do every day.
Thursday: I ACTUALLY DID THINGS. It was someone in my family's birthday recently and that happened to be the day we had a party (Don't ask me why a Thursday. No clue.). I wrapped presents and then went out to eat with a bunch of my cousins (whom I love. In case I haven't said that enough: I. Love. My. Cousins. Lots.) Then went to Grandma's. Ate cake. It was good cake. Played Hot Potato, long story. Found out brother got accepted into his preferred college. Spent the rest of the night researching my preferred college, UoT (University of Toronto, Canada's best college).
Friday: Became insecure about UoT. Thought about how Ivy League is good. Remembered I am an overachiever and thus should learn to relax. Remembered how much I loved UoT the night before. Also remembered I have at least three years to decide this. Relaxed a bit, still feel like an underachiever. Sort of.
Saturday/today: "Cleaned." Watched Scrubs. Laptop. Read Cracked articles. Listened to Rise Against. Watched YouTube videos.
I had more things to write but I am tired and MY VIDEOS LOADED.
I'm out. Have a nice day and don't die and all that stuff. 8D
--Ave
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Ave Had An Actual Post Planned, But She's Far Too Lazy To Write it Now
"Never doubt that a small group of committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
--Margaret Mead
I don't have the words to describe how epic that quote is. I love it. New favorite quote, most definitely.
Anyways. If any of you, my dear .4 readers, has the time, you should definitely listen to this song, and then this one, because they're both totally epic and I've become obsessed with Nickelback again. And as much as I feel like sticking around and blabbing, contrary to what my brain currently thinks, it is not Friday and thus I have to do my history homework now.
(If you happen to click on those links, ignore Chad Kroeger's messed up facial expressions and the fact that his hair is creepy. Even though it is.The fact reminds that he's a totally epic singer anyways.)
So hopefully I may write an actual post on, say, Friday? I'll shoot for Friday.
--Ave, skipping off to do homework and not die. Hopefully.
PS--The links are hidden in each "this," they just don't show up until you mouse over them. Adios, amigos~
Anyways. If any of you, my dear .4 readers, has the time, you should definitely listen to this song, and then this one, because they're both totally epic and I've become obsessed with Nickelback again. And as much as I feel like sticking around and blabbing, contrary to what my brain currently thinks, it is not Friday and thus I have to do my history homework now.
(If you happen to click on those links, ignore Chad Kroeger's messed up facial expressions and the fact that his hair is creepy. Even though it is.The fact reminds that he's a totally epic singer anyways.)
So hopefully I may write an actual post on, say, Friday? I'll shoot for Friday.
--Ave, skipping off to do homework and not die. Hopefully.
PS--The links are hidden in each "this," they just don't show up until you mouse over them. Adios, amigos~
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
FEBRUARY! (To Begin With a Bang~)
Tonight, just as I was getting ready for bed, I allowed my thoughts to wander towards my blog. What went through my mind was somewhat like this:
"Dah-da-da-da-da . . . Must study for science test. Blog hasn't been updated in a while. Faith, know you're gonna live through the rain, lord we gotta keep the faith. And glycolysis is anaerobic. Math review due Friday. Faith, don't you let your love turn to hate. La la la la . . . Oh, crap, blog. We gotta keep the faith, ooh yeah. -random humming sounds- Blog. Right. Blog. Should update. What to write about? What's today anyways? Hm . . . OH CRAP IT'S THE FIRST OF THE MONTH. MUST POST PRIOR TO MIDNIGHT. Put pants on first, dammit. Where did you leave those socks? BLOG. WHAT TIME IS IT. MUST UPDATE BLOG. Keep the faith. BLOG."
Yes, that is a random list of things I should do with random lyrics of "Keep the Faith" in there. Aren't you proud of me?
You should be. It's two to midnight and I absolutely HATE February second with every fiber of my being, so. Be proud that I'm able to form a coherent sentence.
That was a post about how I should post. And the long, arduous process I endure every time I decide to write one of these things. Feel like a special special snowflake because of all the obvious effort I put into this.
--Ave, very, very tired
"Dah-da-da-da-da . . . Must study for science test. Blog hasn't been updated in a while. Faith, know you're gonna live through the rain, lord we gotta keep the faith. And glycolysis is anaerobic. Math review due Friday. Faith, don't you let your love turn to hate. La la la la . . . Oh, crap, blog. We gotta keep the faith, ooh yeah. -random humming sounds- Blog. Right. Blog. Should update. What to write about? What's today anyways? Hm . . . OH CRAP IT'S THE FIRST OF THE MONTH. MUST POST PRIOR TO MIDNIGHT. Put pants on first, dammit. Where did you leave those socks? BLOG. WHAT TIME IS IT. MUST UPDATE BLOG. Keep the faith. BLOG."
Yes, that is a random list of things I should do with random lyrics of "Keep the Faith" in there. Aren't you proud of me?
You should be. It's two to midnight and I absolutely HATE February second with every fiber of my being, so. Be proud that I'm able to form a coherent sentence.
That was a post about how I should post. And the long, arduous process I endure every time I decide to write one of these things. Feel like a special special snowflake because of all the obvious effort I put into this.
--Ave, very, very tired
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Why Ave Should Not Be Allowed to Internet Shop
I sort of figured that now would be about the time I should start bumping the below post down on the list. Should.
So. It's basically half-past midnight on Saturday morning now and I do have a whole load of what I consider to be entertaining stories to ramble about on here. We'll just go over one right now.
I think I forgot to announce it on here, but as of last Thursday my dad finally decided that he had to let me order novels from Borders online because my local branch doesn't carry the obscure books on the Tudors I so love. He was kind enough to announce to me at ten-thirty, when I was going to bed (that's right; I've been attempting to go to sleep prior to midnight lately), that there was a Borders coupon and if I wanted anything I should get it then. I immediately grabbed my computer and compiled my little list of all the things I wanted, and finally everything was good except the credit card number, which I had to fill in on the next page.
It was then that my Internet decided to commit suicide.
This actually happens a lot. See, apparently it is bad to have six computers hooked up to the same router and thus said router sporadically decides that someone isn't getting Internet anymore--it's like roulette. The best part is, it's just as terrible if two people are on as it is if five are on. This is a source of constant irritation to yours truly.
The only way to guarantee Internet access is to plant yourself in the middle of the living room floor, because we have a wire running underneath the floor from the router to the living room for such occasions. After around thirty minutes, I had finally finished the simple process we call online shopping, and then went to bed.
With Borders, though, you can't just get things shipped: if you want anything within a reasonable amount of time you pay for it, and in Ave!world a reasonable amount of time is three hours. And they can't do that. So I resigned myself to just waiting for 3-8 days--which, we all know, Borders, means six days minimum--and then getting free shipping.
Every day for the following week I came home and the first thing I did was ask, "Did they come in?" This turned out to be a source of confusion for everyone save me, seeing as they didn't really care about my books. At all. Unfortunately, that's not a punishable offense.
Except for Thursday. For some reason this week was all scrambled up in my head, and Tuesday was definitely Wednesday, Wednesday was at least a Tuesday, if not a Monday, and Thursday was totally Friday--only, they weren't. The best part was Friday was a half-day, which for some reason translates in my mind as: You don't have to do any homework. This is bad. Because then I do nothing.
So. Finally, it was like eight, and someone walked up to me with a box. I had totally forgotten about my books that day, which was probably good. While I was busy having a spaz attack, my mother informed me that they'd been there all day, but I ignored her. Spaz attacks tend to disorient you.
There are many, many ways to open a box, and they're all effective. For the most part. For some reason my brain decided that randomly hacking, stabbing, and chopping at the box would get it open not only efficiently but also in a timely manner and with no mess involved. So I did just that.
It should be easy to predict that something would go wrong. I'll just use the explanation I gave everyone on Skype:
". . . Borders finally sent my books. And I was all, "LOOK IT'S A BOX THERE ARE BOOKS IN HERE I WANT THEM." So then I attempted to rip it open. This failed. Then I decided that maybe, just maybe, randomly stabbing/cutting it with scissors would make the box open up faster. Then they slipped and I whacked myself in the head, which deterred me for about four seconds before I went back to stabbing the box. BUT I OPENED IT AND THERE ARE BOOKS AND THIS IS GOOD."
So basically I maimed myself slightly while whacking/stabbing/chopping at a cardboard box with scissors, all because there were books inside and for some reason it instantaneously became the most important thing in the world that I got those books that second.
In the end I got the box open and the throbbing red mark on my forehead was totally worth it. My parents and siblings are now busy questioning my mental stability, but whatever.
Books.
Does this prove that I spend far too much time obsessing over books? Crap.
--Ave
So. It's basically half-past midnight on Saturday morning now and I do have a whole load of what I consider to be entertaining stories to ramble about on here. We'll just go over one right now.
I think I forgot to announce it on here, but as of last Thursday my dad finally decided that he had to let me order novels from Borders online because my local branch doesn't carry the obscure books on the Tudors I so love. He was kind enough to announce to me at ten-thirty, when I was going to bed (that's right; I've been attempting to go to sleep prior to midnight lately), that there was a Borders coupon and if I wanted anything I should get it then. I immediately grabbed my computer and compiled my little list of all the things I wanted, and finally everything was good except the credit card number, which I had to fill in on the next page.
It was then that my Internet decided to commit suicide.
This actually happens a lot. See, apparently it is bad to have six computers hooked up to the same router and thus said router sporadically decides that someone isn't getting Internet anymore--it's like roulette. The best part is, it's just as terrible if two people are on as it is if five are on. This is a source of constant irritation to yours truly.
The only way to guarantee Internet access is to plant yourself in the middle of the living room floor, because we have a wire running underneath the floor from the router to the living room for such occasions. After around thirty minutes, I had finally finished the simple process we call online shopping, and then went to bed.
With Borders, though, you can't just get things shipped: if you want anything within a reasonable amount of time you pay for it, and in Ave!world a reasonable amount of time is three hours. And they can't do that. So I resigned myself to just waiting for 3-8 days--which, we all know, Borders, means six days minimum--and then getting free shipping.
Every day for the following week I came home and the first thing I did was ask, "Did they come in?" This turned out to be a source of confusion for everyone save me, seeing as they didn't really care about my books. At all. Unfortunately, that's not a punishable offense.
Except for Thursday. For some reason this week was all scrambled up in my head, and Tuesday was definitely Wednesday, Wednesday was at least a Tuesday, if not a Monday, and Thursday was totally Friday--only, they weren't. The best part was Friday was a half-day, which for some reason translates in my mind as: You don't have to do any homework. This is bad. Because then I do nothing.
So. Finally, it was like eight, and someone walked up to me with a box. I had totally forgotten about my books that day, which was probably good. While I was busy having a spaz attack, my mother informed me that they'd been there all day, but I ignored her. Spaz attacks tend to disorient you.
There are many, many ways to open a box, and they're all effective. For the most part. For some reason my brain decided that randomly hacking, stabbing, and chopping at the box would get it open not only efficiently but also in a timely manner and with no mess involved. So I did just that.
It should be easy to predict that something would go wrong. I'll just use the explanation I gave everyone on Skype:
". . . Borders finally sent my books. And I was all, "LOOK IT'S A BOX THERE ARE BOOKS IN HERE I WANT THEM." So then I attempted to rip it open. This failed. Then I decided that maybe, just maybe, randomly stabbing/cutting it with scissors would make the box open up faster. Then they slipped and I whacked myself in the head, which deterred me for about four seconds before I went back to stabbing the box. BUT I OPENED IT AND THERE ARE BOOKS AND THIS IS GOOD."
So basically I maimed myself slightly while whacking/stabbing/chopping at a cardboard box with scissors, all because there were books inside and for some reason it instantaneously became the most important thing in the world that I got those books that second.
In the end I got the box open and the throbbing red mark on my forehead was totally worth it. My parents and siblings are now busy questioning my mental stability, but whatever.
Books.
Does this prove that I spend far too much time obsessing over books? Crap.
--Ave
Monday, January 17, 2011
Apparently Ave Really Does Have Some Sort of Mental Issue . . .
So I was reading old Hyperbole and a Half posts (if you do not know HaaH, Google it) and in one Allie talks about how she took this ADHD test once. She scored positive, but she happens to actually be ADHD.
I also scored positive and I'm the laziest person ever. This slightly worries me.
Maybe it's just because I always force my brain to stop procrastinating . . .
Anyways. Apparently I type too loudly and it's 11:20. So.
--Ave
I also scored positive and I'm the laziest person ever. This slightly worries me.
Maybe it's just because I always force my brain to stop procrastinating . . .
Anyways. Apparently I type too loudly and it's 11:20. So.
--Ave
Saturday, January 15, 2011
My Foot Hurts~ (AKA, another beautiful post title 8D)
Today I did nothing and it was fun. 8D
Only now I'm staring really guiltily at my science textbook and thinking how I should study . . . The only good thing is test is Wednesday and I have tomorrow and Monday, since it's a day off, to catch up and all that.
So I was watching King Arthur tonight, and then my dog decided that I was hers and no one else was allowed to touch me or be near me in any way, shape, or form. This, while quite endearing and adorable, also became annoying, because some part of her mind went, "Hey! It'd be great if I marked my territory by snuggling Ave's foot and putting excessive force on it!" So she did.
This was slightly uncomfortable at first, but I dealt with it because of how adorable she looked. My foot got used to being a pillow, until she decided that absolutely all of her weight had to be focused on her neck, which was resting on my foot. By this time said foot was all, "Ave, this hurts. Make her stop!" in a whining voice like how you talk about your siblings, then I told the foot to shut up because the dog looked absolutely adorable being fiercely protective. Foot and I became increasingly uncomfortable, to the point where my eyes were watering and I was complaining roughly every thirty seconds about how much my foot hurt. Then, dog moved her head.
Foot had roughly point four seconds of freedom in which it exclaimed, "HELL YES. FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" before dog put her head back down, snuggled very roughly, and left me to be miserable again.
Eventually we got to the point where I was like, "Screw her comfort. I'm MISERABLE." So then I oh-so-gently transplanted her head from my foot to the carpet, with love and kindness and all that. Then she just snuggled with the carpet and pretended I was never there. This made me feel so loved.
It was then I realized I couldn't feel my foot.
After about three minutes of holding one hand on my ankle and the other on my toes and twisting a bit, I had generally regained feeling. This was both good and bad, because while I could feel, it also meant I was in extensive pain, and then had to limp to my kitchen and get an ice pack.
Rest assured, I can now actually feel my foot.
We shall end that long, rambly, and utterly pointless story there.
--Ave
Only now I'm staring really guiltily at my science textbook and thinking how I should study . . . The only good thing is test is Wednesday and I have tomorrow and Monday, since it's a day off, to catch up and all that.
So I was watching King Arthur tonight, and then my dog decided that I was hers and no one else was allowed to touch me or be near me in any way, shape, or form. This, while quite endearing and adorable, also became annoying, because some part of her mind went, "Hey! It'd be great if I marked my territory by snuggling Ave's foot and putting excessive force on it!" So she did.
This was slightly uncomfortable at first, but I dealt with it because of how adorable she looked. My foot got used to being a pillow, until she decided that absolutely all of her weight had to be focused on her neck, which was resting on my foot. By this time said foot was all, "Ave, this hurts. Make her stop!" in a whining voice like how you talk about your siblings, then I told the foot to shut up because the dog looked absolutely adorable being fiercely protective. Foot and I became increasingly uncomfortable, to the point where my eyes were watering and I was complaining roughly every thirty seconds about how much my foot hurt. Then, dog moved her head.
Foot had roughly point four seconds of freedom in which it exclaimed, "HELL YES. FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" before dog put her head back down, snuggled very roughly, and left me to be miserable again.
Eventually we got to the point where I was like, "Screw her comfort. I'm MISERABLE." So then I oh-so-gently transplanted her head from my foot to the carpet, with love and kindness and all that. Then she just snuggled with the carpet and pretended I was never there. This made me feel so loved.
It was then I realized I couldn't feel my foot.
After about three minutes of holding one hand on my ankle and the other on my toes and twisting a bit, I had generally regained feeling. This was both good and bad, because while I could feel, it also meant I was in extensive pain, and then had to limp to my kitchen and get an ice pack.
Rest assured, I can now actually feel my foot.
We shall end that long, rambly, and utterly pointless story there.
--Ave
Originally, This Post Had a Point
Wednesday was an interesting day, to say the least.
First thing in the morning I took a math test. Math teacher likes to assign us part that we can do at home and use any resources and all that. So in the morning before classes started friends and I were all running around to find each other and checking answers and the like. It was actually sort of kind of fun, in a way, because we're all such idiots together it's hilarious, in a way. Me and ii had to go take the actual test after that, but whatever. It was easy.
Then I went to some more classes and yeah. Eventually, though, I had to go to Health, which I actually sort of like. Except for the fact that we're learning about the reproductive system.
I shall not go into details of the horrors I endured in the space of one five minutes video. No; I'd like to not scar my dear four readers, if possible, so we'll skip that description. Let's just say it was the most horrifying and/or terrifying thing I have ever seen in my entire life. That video should be a horror movie. Seriously. One word: Childbirth.
Sex is absolutely disgusting in every way, shape, and form. And that is all you need to know.
I had planned out this entire post on like, Thursday, and it was full of random-but-cool things that had occurred in the past few days. I have entirely forgotten each and every one of them. Epic fail.
Anyways. I think I shall go to bed now, 'cause it's 12:33 am. D:
BUT THERE'S A THREE DAY WEEKEND. YAY. 8D
With sleep-deprived!huggles,
--Ave
First thing in the morning I took a math test. Math teacher likes to assign us part that we can do at home and use any resources and all that. So in the morning before classes started friends and I were all running around to find each other and checking answers and the like. It was actually sort of kind of fun, in a way, because we're all such idiots together it's hilarious, in a way. Me and ii had to go take the actual test after that, but whatever. It was easy.
Then I went to some more classes and yeah. Eventually, though, I had to go to Health, which I actually sort of like. Except for the fact that we're learning about the reproductive system.
I shall not go into details of the horrors I endured in the space of one five minutes video. No; I'd like to not scar my dear four readers, if possible, so we'll skip that description. Let's just say it was the most horrifying and/or terrifying thing I have ever seen in my entire life. That video should be a horror movie. Seriously. One word: Childbirth.
Sex is absolutely disgusting in every way, shape, and form. And that is all you need to know.
I had planned out this entire post on like, Thursday, and it was full of random-but-cool things that had occurred in the past few days. I have entirely forgotten each and every one of them. Epic fail.
Anyways. I think I shall go to bed now, 'cause it's 12:33 am. D:
BUT THERE'S A THREE DAY WEEKEND. YAY. 8D
With sleep-deprived!huggles,
--Ave
Friday, January 14, 2011
Gr.
Dear Whoever-the-Hell-just-redesigned-the-astrological-sign-system,
Hell no. I'm not a Virgo, I'm a Libra, dammit, a Libra.
--Ave, who is shunning you, mysterious person
ed, three minutes later--
http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2011/01/13/no-your-zodiac-sign-hasnt-changed/
Olook I'm still a Libra. 8D G'Night.
--Ave
Hell no. I'm not a Virgo, I'm a Libra, dammit, a Libra.
--Ave, who is shunning you, mysterious person
ed, three minutes later--
http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2011/01/13/no-your-zodiac-sign-hasnt-changed/
Olook I'm still a Libra. 8D G'Night.
--Ave
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Ave is an Idiot in Every Imaginable Way, Shape, and Form
So.
I spent a lot of today doing nothing, watching a bit of Scrubs, doing like three math problems, and procrastinating. Oh, and then I discussed my feelings, wasted time on forums, and listened to music. Which means I did nothing.
Now it's ten-thirty and I'm staring at my list of assignments with a horrified look of complete and utter terror/misery on my face. This is because I have done essentially nothing and because tomorrow's Wednesday there's always a bunch of stuff to do.
Yay?
(This is, by the way, totally not a yay moment. The point is to emphasize how out of it I am. Just keep reading.)
So last night I went to bed at like, midnight. Now I'm probably going to do that again because I should do my stupid worksheet thing on the stupid reproductive system (I used to think boys got it easy. All you need to know is that now, I am laughing at them. Because being a boy sucks. IN YOUR FACE MALE POPULATION. :P) (That comment should be ignored. I'm fairly delirious.) and then I should study for science and then do Spanish homework which involves drawing a whole load of crappy pictures. I'm currently making a face of semi-despair that can not be seen because this is the Internet and I'm typing, but oh well.
And I almost forgot. Then I have to look over my math homework that's being graded and then study for my test tomorrow.
I am an utter fail at life.
Watch me go back to reading old Hyperbole and a Half's now. Currently I am mentally killing myself for my complete and total stupidity, but whatever.
--Ave
(Now it's 10:42 . . . I'm an idiot.)
I spent a lot of today doing nothing, watching a bit of Scrubs, doing like three math problems, and procrastinating. Oh, and then I discussed my feelings, wasted time on forums, and listened to music. Which means I did nothing.
Now it's ten-thirty and I'm staring at my list of assignments with a horrified look of complete and utter terror/misery on my face. This is because I have done essentially nothing and because tomorrow's Wednesday there's always a bunch of stuff to do.
Yay?
(This is, by the way, totally not a yay moment. The point is to emphasize how out of it I am. Just keep reading.)
So last night I went to bed at like, midnight. Now I'm probably going to do that again because I should do my stupid worksheet thing on the stupid reproductive system (I used to think boys got it easy. All you need to know is that now, I am laughing at them. Because being a boy sucks. IN YOUR FACE MALE POPULATION. :P) (That comment should be ignored. I'm fairly delirious.) and then I should study for science and then do Spanish homework which involves drawing a whole load of crappy pictures. I'm currently making a face of semi-despair that can not be seen because this is the Internet and I'm typing, but oh well.
And I almost forgot. Then I have to look over my math homework that's being graded and then study for my test tomorrow.
I am an utter fail at life.
Watch me go back to reading old Hyperbole and a Half's now. Currently I am mentally killing myself for my complete and total stupidity, but whatever.
--Ave
(Now it's 10:42 . . . I'm an idiot.)
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The Rambles of a Sleep Deprived Ave
So.
The world is weird and strange and three million other adjectives that are synonyms for that. And it still befuddles me. But we covered that.
Technically it's just past midnight now, so I shall refer to now as though it is Saturday which it technically is even though it feels like a Friday.
Anyways. I'm going to yet another party tomorrow, so yeah. There goes most of my Saturday. And I'm sure I'll have fun and stuff, but most of the other half will probably be spent sleeping. Then all of a sudden it'll be Sunday and the weekend will be virtually over. This is how it goes.
I don't think this post has a point. It really doesn't. And I want to go to bed but I'm waiting for my YouTube Downloader to finish downloading and it's kinda hard to listen to Prayer of the Refugee nonstop sans Internet considering I have no MP3 player/iPod. Actually, I do. But it's MIA.
That's an insanely long story for another day.
--Ave, who is off to. . .sleep . . . write. . . be productive. . . listen to Prayer of the Refugee some more and maybe eventually go to sleep
The world is weird and strange and three million other adjectives that are synonyms for that. And it still befuddles me. But we covered that.
Technically it's just past midnight now, so I shall refer to now as though it is Saturday which it technically is even though it feels like a Friday.
Anyways. I'm going to yet another party tomorrow, so yeah. There goes most of my Saturday. And I'm sure I'll have fun and stuff, but most of the other half will probably be spent sleeping. Then all of a sudden it'll be Sunday and the weekend will be virtually over. This is how it goes.
I don't think this post has a point. It really doesn't. And I want to go to bed but I'm waiting for my YouTube Downloader to finish downloading and it's kinda hard to listen to Prayer of the Refugee nonstop sans Internet considering I have no MP3 player/iPod. Actually, I do. But it's MIA.
That's an insanely long story for another day.
--Ave, who is off to. . .
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Back to Whatever I Was Saying . . .
So. I remembered what I had wanted to talk about. I shall start the way I did before.
The world befuddles me.
Before I was attached to my computer. With my friends I was miserable. I never wrote or reviewed. And with all of my online friends I was so happy for no reason; I loved them, I was obsessed with the Internet.
But now everything is reversed.
With my new laptop I'm finding it easier than ever to detach myself from the Internet. From my supposed friends. It's weird because basically no one is on Skype anymore. Everything is basically abandoned because people are off doing whatever, and instead of worrying about this or wanting to spend more time online, I actually studied for science today and there's no upcoming test.
I was creeped out too.
I've always understood that the Internet would be a phase-thing that I'd get over--at least, before I became so close to everyone I understood that. Now it's weird because none of us seem to need each other anymore. At all. I keep having this weird urge to spontaneously stab a lot of people, and while this is sadly semi-normal, it's the people I keep wishing to stab that creeps me out.
Somewhere along the line I've become sick of them. And that scares me. Because we used to love each other and now we don't.
Lately I haven't seen a whole lot of Des, which sucks, but she has things she's doing. Theia's always there because she's Theia, and Storm usually is too, but they both lurk. Juliet's been missing more than usual lately. Thorn's usually there but kind of not because she ignores us, and Bianca has always just been doing multiple things at once and thus not really there a lot. Critic is always there and so is Kal, but it just doesn't feel right. Everything is off.
I do not like it off. Sure, I don't want everything to be totally insane, but I still miss things.
I miss when we were carefree. I miss when nothing in the world mattered. I miss when school was easy and nothing involved effort or trying. I miss those days when all I did was forum because I had the time to forum. The days before I actually had to think about anything for school. The days before life was complicated. The days before every spare moment became about writing and working on writing and finishing stories.
I miss 2010 and forums and the insanity. I miss being a kid. But at the same time I'm so happy that I know so much more now, that this year is better than last year even if it is hard, and especially that I fall asleep at the end of the day knowing that I got something done. That doesn't stop the fact, though, that we're all growing up and splitting apart. It's kind of creepy, really. Everything's just gone.
--Ave, who feels . . . odd right now, to say the least
The world befuddles me.
Before I was attached to my computer. With my friends I was miserable. I never wrote or reviewed. And with all of my online friends I was so happy for no reason; I loved them, I was obsessed with the Internet.
But now everything is reversed.
With my new laptop I'm finding it easier than ever to detach myself from the Internet. From my supposed friends. It's weird because basically no one is on Skype anymore. Everything is basically abandoned because people are off doing whatever, and instead of worrying about this or wanting to spend more time online, I actually studied for science today and there's no upcoming test.
I was creeped out too.
I've always understood that the Internet would be a phase-thing that I'd get over--at least, before I became so close to everyone I understood that. Now it's weird because none of us seem to need each other anymore. At all. I keep having this weird urge to spontaneously stab a lot of people, and while this is sadly semi-normal, it's the people I keep wishing to stab that creeps me out.
Somewhere along the line I've become sick of them. And that scares me. Because we used to love each other and now we don't.
Lately I haven't seen a whole lot of Des, which sucks, but she has things she's doing. Theia's always there because she's Theia, and Storm usually is too, but they both lurk. Juliet's been missing more than usual lately. Thorn's usually there but kind of not because she ignores us, and Bianca has always just been doing multiple things at once and thus not really there a lot. Critic is always there and so is Kal, but it just doesn't feel right. Everything is off.
I do not like it off. Sure, I don't want everything to be totally insane, but I still miss things.
I miss when we were carefree. I miss when nothing in the world mattered. I miss when school was easy and nothing involved effort or trying. I miss those days when all I did was forum because I had the time to forum. The days before I actually had to think about anything for school. The days before life was complicated. The days before every spare moment became about writing and working on writing and finishing stories.
I miss 2010 and forums and the insanity. I miss being a kid. But at the same time I'm so happy that I know so much more now, that this year is better than last year even if it is hard, and especially that I fall asleep at the end of the day knowing that I got something done. That doesn't stop the fact, though, that we're all growing up and splitting apart. It's kind of creepy, really. Everything's just gone.
--Ave, who feels . . . odd right now, to say the least
To List
The world befuddles me.
So. Today I was in Health with some of my friends--admittedly, they're not my best friends in the entire world whom I would do essentially anything for, but I know them fairly well and all that. And I started thinking about--what else?--friends.
I always think that I just kind of have my besties and that's it, and besides them I'm kind of a drifter. But I do know a good amount of people that I don't have the urge to kill on a daily basis, so yeah. Life is good.
Before I continue off on another note I figured I'd bother to list/explain my friends for once, for future reference. For the purposes of this blog they shall be numbered because I'm far too lazy to think of fake names and stick to them or if I do I'll start calling them those names to their faces. So.
i and I have known each other for essentially forever. We live in the same neighborhood, we've been friends since we were four. And, oddly enough, for some reason we've stuck together all these years through a whole load of crap even though we have nothing in common.
ii has been my friend for roughly two and a half years. She's brilliant, absolutely brilliant (though I top her, very slightly 8D) and the two of us work amazingly together. ii is always busy and does a certain sport all the time, though. It's her that drags my exhausted semi-corpse through science each day, yet somehow I'm still racing her for top spot. And we're not even stepping all over each other along the way. She never has a mean word to say.
iii and I have known each other for roughly a year and a half. She's like me--only, with no inhibitions and not with my obsession with being an overachiever. Really we're the same person only she doesn't care nearly as much what people think of her and has a ton of fun along the way. I'm jealous of her, really.
iv and I met on the very first day of kindergarten and hit it off, even if he did try to stalk me and maintained for a year that he was going to marry me (He finally got over me by June, then we started first grade and he met i. Same thing happened. Cycle much?) He's funny and carefree and the kind that's everyone's friend. He also gives epic hugs, even if people think that we're dating every time I hug him. This pisses me off to no end, because i, ii, and iii do not like my hugs nor does my family and thus all of my hugs must come from him and uncle/cousins who don't mind hugs.
. . . I was going to write about something else, but I forgot it. Oh well.
--Ave
So. Today I was in Health with some of my friends--admittedly, they're not my best friends in the entire world whom I would do essentially anything for, but I know them fairly well and all that. And I started thinking about--what else?--friends.
I always think that I just kind of have my besties and that's it, and besides them I'm kind of a drifter. But I do know a good amount of people that I don't have the urge to kill on a daily basis, so yeah. Life is good.
Before I continue off on another note I figured I'd bother to list/explain my friends for once, for future reference. For the purposes of this blog they shall be numbered because I'm far too lazy to think of fake names and stick to them or if I do I'll start calling them those names to their faces. So.
i and I have known each other for essentially forever. We live in the same neighborhood, we've been friends since we were four. And, oddly enough, for some reason we've stuck together all these years through a whole load of crap even though we have nothing in common.
ii has been my friend for roughly two and a half years. She's brilliant, absolutely brilliant (though I top her, very slightly 8D) and the two of us work amazingly together. ii is always busy and does a certain sport all the time, though. It's her that drags my exhausted semi-corpse through science each day, yet somehow I'm still racing her for top spot. And we're not even stepping all over each other along the way. She never has a mean word to say.
iii and I have known each other for roughly a year and a half. She's like me--only, with no inhibitions and not with my obsession with being an overachiever. Really we're the same person only she doesn't care nearly as much what people think of her and has a ton of fun along the way. I'm jealous of her, really.
iv and I met on the very first day of kindergarten and hit it off, even if he did try to stalk me and maintained for a year that he was going to marry me (He finally got over me by June, then we started first grade and he met i. Same thing happened. Cycle much?) He's funny and carefree and the kind that's everyone's friend. He also gives epic hugs, even if people think that we're dating every time I hug him. This pisses me off to no end, because i, ii, and iii do not like my hugs nor does my family and thus all of my hugs must come from him and uncle/cousins who don't mind hugs.
. . . I was going to write about something else, but I forgot it. Oh well.
--Ave
Saturday, January 1, 2011
OHLOOKIT'SNEWYEAR'S
Exactly that. Bye bye 2010, I loved you. D: *huggles year*
And hello, 2011. Wait while I get used to writing /11 on all my papers, okay? Because we all know it'll be February and I'll be writing /10. We all will.
So. Published Incendia. Which you should read. So I'll just leave you this link . . .
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6611676/1
Don't look at me like that. It's almost two-thirty and I don't feel like messing around with HTML.
--Ave, wishing you a Happy New Year and all that jazz
And hello, 2011. Wait while I get used to writing /11 on all my papers, okay? Because we all know it'll be February and I'll be writing /10. We all will.
So. Published Incendia. Which you should read. So I'll just leave you this link . . .
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6611676/1
Don't look at me like that. It's almost two-thirty and I don't feel like messing around with HTML.
--Ave, wishing you a Happy New Year and all that jazz
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