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
