Boredom

I’m sitting in photography class with nothing to do, shocked that I can actually get on the site.  Does anybody have any great boredom-busters that are discreet enough to use in class??  I usually read, but the teachers are catching on . . .

The Evolution of the All-American Girl

One question: When did the All-American, baseball cap-wearing, barefoot girl get implants and liposuction and change her name to Barbie?  Ok, maybe one more question: Why?

Another something that only happens to me . . .

Today, after Color Guard practice, I was getting in the car, right? Nothing unusual yet. I’m holding on to the door when I realize my fingers REALLY hurt! When I looked down, Mom was trying to close the window. She’s just sitting there holding down the button and crushing my poor phalanges!! When I finally cound my voice, all I could spit out was “Mom, Mom, window, fingers.” She shrieked and I rolled the window back down to retrieve my fingers. They had funny purple indentations across them and they sort of hurt, but they’re better now. Just thought you might have needed some comic relief.

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I have a new category: Poetry. It’s my attempt at being poetic and maybe I should stick to prose, but some things are better said in rhyme . . .

AAA

So, this is not going to be very good. I have nothing to write about, but I have nothing else to do . . . I’m sure y’all have been there. I got a new CD today: Garth Brooks. That’s pretty exciting. Anyway, now for something a little more serious (b/c could it get any less?) I think I’m turning into an adrenaline junkie. Is there some sort of support group for that; AAA, maybe. Adrenaline Addicts Anonymous. I’m not complaining, but if I start to do something REALLY stupid, will one of you hit me over the head with a frying pan or something? Seriously, I’m risking more than I ever would have a year ago. I don’t know what it is, maybe just that whole teenage rebellion thing. The funny thing is my one really adventurous friend is now a wimp. When we were kids, she was always climbing something, or jumping off the nearest high point and now she won’t even set off fireworks. She won’t go creeking with me or frog-hunting or crawdad spearing or playing algae-baseball. She’s kicked into “girly” mode and I’m stuck being li’l old tomboy me. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely don’t have a self-image problem, but some people don’t get why I can be friends with guys w/out trying to seduce them. I just feel sort of out-of-place; I think I just need to see my one really great guy friend who will go creeking with me. He may come down soon, too, YAY!! Wow, you actually listened to this rambling for the whole thing! CONGRATULATIONS!!

It could only happen to moi!

Okay, so I’m the only person on the planet who can make herself bleed using a bladeless razor!!! I got a new depilatory/bladeless shaving kit-thing today; I’ve been looking forward to it since I saw the review it got in a magazine. I tried it on a test patch first (just following directions) and nothing seemed to happen, so I proceeded to smother my legs in it. Mind you, I was supposed to go swimming tomorrow so, yeah, I went pretty high. My legs began to burn, but I didn’t really think anything of it, so I left the cream on for the recommended three minutes. I was singing along with the radio and just having a grand ole time when I began using the pece of plastic that the store charged us $3 for, anyway, I realize the burning got worse as I took the cream off. I looked down at my other leg: it was bleeding! Little drops of blood were slowly rising from my skin and it was blistering before my eyes. I jumped in the shower and tried to get the obviously corrosive material off of my skin. When I got out, my legs were bright red and REALLY bumpy! I was near tears; the pain was so unbearable! I put on my PJ’s and headed downstairs to watch TV. I ended up going back upstairs soon afterward to douse myself with solarcaine and aloe. I am currently writing this wiht my laptop balanced on my stomach b/c my legs hurt so badly. I don’t think I will be swimming tomorrow. I used the cream to get rid of my bumpy razorburn; irony is killer!! The things we do for fashion, sheesh!!!!!!

Have you ever . . .

Girls, have you ever had one of those nights? The ones where you feel so alone? When you dream about having someone to lay next to you and breathe in sync with you? When you can almost feel those strong arms around you: protecting you, comforting you. Those nights when the television seems to be against you for all it shows is happy couples who will always be there for one another. The nights you’re so ready to be done with this whole highschool thing and just be married and know that your husband will love you no matter what. When you’re dying to hear your child’s tiny footsteps creeping toward your room to snuggle with you b/c she had a bad dream. Maybe it’s just me.

Weeks # 2: Five words that define me . . .

1. Christian
2. Joyful
3. Imagine
4. Deep
5. Thinker