I attempted to draw!

Like, actually draw draw.  With details and shading and stuff.
In my opinion, it's more evidence that I probably should be banned from ever again coming within ten feet of black colored pencils and paper.  But I've gotten all compliments on it on ywp nanowrimo so far, so maybe I'm being too hard on myself.  It is my first time, after all.  I was pretty proud anyway until my mom just looked at it and said, "Yeah.  That looks good, sweetie," in a monotone that suggested she wasn't at all impressed.  I guess I just have to keep telling myself I can only get better from a first try.
Here it is:

What do you think?  (Also, just so you know, the shading actually isn't as spectacular as it looks.  It was just black coloured pencil, remember, so it's grainier than that on the picture.)
Anyway, this is really just a filler post.  And it's late and I have to get ready for bed.  Goodnight!

LGBTQIAP+ Pride month!!!!!!

I'm reaaaalllllyy bored today.  No one is online and I've been meaning to post something like this since the beginning of June.  Bad Anna.  Stop procrastinating.  I know.  I don't sound very prideful, do I? Anyway... um... yeah.  It's pride month!  I've had it in my siggie on ywp nanowrimo, but I haven't been able to post pride flags, and yay, I finally have a do-nothing day today where I'm able to. Don't you love do-nothing days?  Doesn't everyone?:) (Well, I had cross country this morning but it was a fairly easy practice)
Back on topic.

Demigirl:

 (I love this one!!  It's so pretty.)

 

Asexual:
 

Biromantic:
 

Aromantic:


I decided to post both aromantic and biromantic flags because I fall somewhere between the two, officially I identify as grey-biromantic.  And since I'm a demigirl, my preferred pronouns are ce/cir in case you were wondering, but I won't be too mad if you forget and use she/her. I might give you a reminder to use ce/cir, but really anything but 'it' or 'he/him' will work if you aren't sure. ;) Please don't call me 'it'.  I am, in fact, a human being. *mindblown*XD

If you want to know what any of the terms I used up there mean, just ask me in the comments and I'll gladly answer you. :)

But if you're going to say something negative towards me for being LGBT+ or the LGBT+ community in general, please either leave it out of your comment or don't comment at all.  I don't mean to sound harsh, it's just that I read and hear a lot of that on a daily basis and it's really hurtful and I don't want to see it on my blog.  Think of it this way: you didn't choose to be straight anymore than I chose to be queer; which is saying, it isn't a choice.  It's who I am and can't just change it or repent or ask forgiveness from God (it isn't a sin) and I don't want to hear why you disagree with it.  I don't think I have anyone reading or commenting that is against LGBT+, but this of course would be the post I pick up a new reader who will say something against it.

Wow.  That came out lots more ranty than I intended.  Sorry guys. :)  Anyways, happy LGBT+ pride month!

Cross Country started!

The first day was Monday, and the second was today.  I have really mixed feelings about the whole thing.  On one hand, I'm realy happy!!!!  I've been bugging my mom to let me do it for years, since the summer before 7th grade and now I'm going into 10th.  She always had pretty useless reasons, like that she didn't want to watch meets or drive me home from practice.  Also, I really like running, there's no chance of me being whacked in the head by a ball, and it's bin my only sport since September, when  I had to quit gymnastics because I hurt my ankle and four-five months later when it was finally better I knew I wouldn't be at the same level I had before.  And I'd gone back levels so many times it just didn't seem worth it anymore.  Also, my mom had kind of scared me away from it because she told me I was going to fall on my head one day and kill myself, and so I hadn't been doing well anyway even when I was there, especially since last May I actually did fall pretty hard dering a bunch of fast series of flips from 6 feet up onto my neck and shoulders and tore a bunch of muscles. (You do not know pain until you tear your back, shoulders, and neck, then have to walk around for 7 hours on a school field trip a week later.)
Anyway, I'm rambling.  The bad part is that I'm just really tired.  I get up at around 7:15 on xc days, which is fine because usually I'm up by 8 by myself.  But then we run for 30-35 minutes (it'll increase to 75 by the end of the seeson, as of my current pace I bet I do about 4 miles in 30-35), and do 50 push ups and sit ups, and then go to the weight room and lift weights and do stairs and squat 45 pounds on our shoulders.  All of this wouldn't be as bad if afterwards I could go home and do nothing for th rest of the day.  But I've maybe had 20 minnuts to myself all day, and I was already exhausted this morning from doing a ton of stuff yesterday.  I've barely had time to eat today before running off to something else.  But hopefully, today will be the worst day....
(Also, I'm to tired and lazy to spellcheck this... so sorry.  It's still readable.... I hope.)

Hello....

I have got to be the worst blogger on the planet.  Twenty days without a word from me?!  Goodness.  To be honest, it's been a pretty packed twenty days and so they all blend together and I only remember bits and pieces of it clearly.  What I do know is that I had my final exams a little more than a week ago, and about two weeks I had a project in four out of my five classes.  I'm just glad it's all over.
Excuses, excuses.  Sorry.
I have, however, been posting on my new storyblog!  In case you don't know what that is, and you probably don't, I'll leave a link here.  If you're a blogger I'm going to assume you like writing, or at least don't utterly despise it the way most kids and teens and college students do.  Though who knows?  Maybe you don't fall into one of those categories.  Maybe you hate writing anyway.  Maybe you live in another dimension where writing doesn't actually exist, and you're having this post pumped forcefully into your illiterate brain, through the icy words of an unseen narrator, with just the detached voice reverberating inside your hardened skull.
...Have I mentioned that I've also been listening to too much Welcome to Night Vale? (Look it up if you don't know what it is.  It's amazing.)
Anyway, yeah, I'll leave you the link. :)  It's too a website that my friend made for what he's calling The Storyblog Project.  He explains it way better than I could: http://thestoryblogproject.weebly.com/ Enjoy!  I know I don't have some humongous load of readers- actually, I'm fairly certain that at this point I only have one- how ya doing, Rachel?- but hey, every bit helps, right?  This is my storyblog.  It's linked to my friend Liam's forums, as well:
...I was going to say something else.  Ummmm.... http://letterstodana.weebly.com
Oh yeah!  I'm going to change the url of my blog, since I changed my name and blah blah blah.  It's going to be (hopefully, I'll tell you soon if I can't get it) http://ramblingsofateenageweirdo.blogspot.com That isn't a real link yet, but once a few weeks have passed and people have seen it, I'll change my current url to that.  I'm not sure what I was thinking when I came up with my current url, anyway... mckennasmindtrails?  Seriously?  What does that even mean?
The world may never know....
Well.  Now that I've gotten out all important but probably boring news and updates (boo housekeeping, we all -I think- hate it but it has to be done), and bashed myself in the process, it's time for me to hit post -publish, sorry, but you knew what I meant- RIGHT NOW before you all get bored and stop reading this.
Bye!
I'm hitting it RIGHT NOW.