A few mornings ago, right when I was getting ready for school, we discovered by means of scent that we have a celebrity visiting. His name is Peppy Le Pew, and my lucky dog had the pleasure of a face-to-butt meeting with him.
More specifically, dog's face, skunk's butt.
We don't know much about how long Peppy is staying- does he live here now, or is he just passing through and wanted to draw attention from the North American crowd? We really hope he isn't taking up permanent residence because he isn't a very good guest, as you could probably imagine. He's caused nothing but trouble: runs to the pharmacy for hydrogen peroxide, and multiple washes per day with baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and vinegar. He's also a costly guest: besides the hydrogen peroxide, we lost the dog's collar, a leather computer case, and two doormats to the stench.
And of course, there's the effect that having a celebrity stay at your house causes at school. You know how it is with celebrities; they're either really good, or really bad, and you can imagine which category our dear Peppy falls into. I had to warn everyone all day long that I smelled like skunk because of my poor dog getting sprayed and bringing it in the house. On the plus side, I got free vanilla hand sanitizer because my friend decided she couldn't stand it anymore. :D
The dog still smells, but it isn't as bad, and the house only smells in really specific areas, like where he lies down a lot or where he greets us at the door. Thanks, Peppy!
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Friday, August 22, 2014
*falls over and turns into happy puddle*
On Monday we had our first cross country meet and I PRed (Personal Record) by 6 minutes and 29 seconds. My official time was 25 minutes and 19 seconds for the 5k, which thrilled me, and then we found out that the course was about 400 meters too long. That made me mad because it was a school meet and they should have changed it, but it also means my actual time, assuming I kept the same pace, was about 23:30. :D Yay! I also moved up on the team, from 60 out of 126 to 48 out of 126. I want to move up a speed group soon. Besides the fact that the second group has dri-fit shirts, and the third, wher eI am now, has polyester. Which is light, but still.
Dri-fit.
We have another meet tomorrow and I really want to get under 24:30. My goal is 25 though... just in case the 400 extra meters didn't exist. Also, I have a very hard time believing that I ran it in 23:30. That just sounds crazy fast. I know I was going fast... But was I really under an 8 minute mile? A 5 minute kilometer?
I guess I'll find out tomorrow.
I need good blog post ideas.
Dri-fit.
We have another meet tomorrow and I really want to get under 24:30. My goal is 25 though... just in case the 400 extra meters didn't exist. Also, I have a very hard time believing that I ran it in 23:30. That just sounds crazy fast. I know I was going fast... But was I really under an 8 minute mile? A 5 minute kilometer?
I guess I'll find out tomorrow.
I need good blog post ideas.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Six Word Memoirs
Welcome to the I'm-too-lazy-to-write-a-proper-post post!
So school started on Thursday, and our first English assignment is a six word memoir. In case you don't know, that's a story that encompasses your entire lfe or a significant piece of it in 6 words. We have to draw a picture for a background by Monday, and the teacer said to not spend too much time on it, but hey- I have water-colour pencils and too much free time. So I don't really care if it takes me two hours, this thing is going to be elaborate and over the top because... I don't know. That's what I do. It's fun. The one I'm going with is "Lost in this God forsaken city". I'm going to create a grey cityscape background with yellow in the windows on buildings and for the words. The other ones I came up with are:
-Snow capped pines fill my horizon
-Someone get me out of here
-I don't know what's going on
CAn you come up with any? Do you ave any from the past? Tell me about them!
So school started on Thursday, and our first English assignment is a six word memoir. In case you don't know, that's a story that encompasses your entire lfe or a significant piece of it in 6 words. We have to draw a picture for a background by Monday, and the teacer said to not spend too much time on it, but hey- I have water-colour pencils and too much free time. So I don't really care if it takes me two hours, this thing is going to be elaborate and over the top because... I don't know. That's what I do. It's fun. The one I'm going with is "Lost in this God forsaken city". I'm going to create a grey cityscape background with yellow in the windows on buildings and for the words. The other ones I came up with are:
-Snow capped pines fill my horizon
-Someone get me out of here
-I don't know what's going on
CAn you come up with any? Do you ave any from the past? Tell me about them!
Thursday, August 7, 2014
I feel sick.
Okay, so sorry I haven't posted but we went on vacation and I've been super busy with Camp Nano and summer homework and cross country and a week from today is the first day of school.
And I've just been having some seriously bad luck lately.
Yesterday, I think I may have downloaded a computer virus. I clicked on a website and got a big scary message that said it was from Interpol! I tried to close out of the internet, but it wouldn't let me do anything and... I was really scared. After freaking out and convinceing myself that it had to be a scam, I forced my computer into shutdown and restarted it, to find that the message on my browser was gone without a trace. I looked it up in my search engine and it turns out this is a computer virus!!!!!
Great.
It doesn't help that something in the message is my newest trigger, and a few days before yesterday I got triggered really badly from a situation that it was in that I'd been hoping not to remember. I've had three panic attacks since last night and..... I don't even know. I typed something about it into a letter on ywp nanowrimo and there's a chance my irl best friend saw it and I love her but I don't want her to know I have problems with that sort of thing.
Also, I didn't get enough sleep last night and yesterday in cross country we ran a steep 3/4 mile hill five times. So today during the run I was sore, tired, and then I almost had a panic attack in the middle of it. Thankfully, that one was prevented.
Then I went to the eye doctor and got contacts! Which is nice, because it means I no longer have to wear glasses while running. However, it looks really different through contacts than glasses and I had a maor headache after three and a half hours, and I was hungry, and my mom had looked at my computer and said she didn't think anything needed to be done about it if there was a virus, but I am so darn nervous and my brother was going through his usual extensive list of everything he finds wrong with me...
and I ran to the bathroom and threw up.
Great. Great just great!!!! Wow! Good job, Anna. You rock. UGH!!!!!!!! ksdahfqicwjketc Second time in a month that I've thrown up because of anxiety problems piling up on top of each other. I'm seriously going to lose it.
Sorry for the negative post. But I'm really having a hard time right now. Sometimes, the world just doesn't like me much and this is one of those times.
And I've just been having some seriously bad luck lately.
Yesterday, I think I may have downloaded a computer virus. I clicked on a website and got a big scary message that said it was from Interpol! I tried to close out of the internet, but it wouldn't let me do anything and... I was really scared. After freaking out and convinceing myself that it had to be a scam, I forced my computer into shutdown and restarted it, to find that the message on my browser was gone without a trace. I looked it up in my search engine and it turns out this is a computer virus!!!!!
Great.
It doesn't help that something in the message is my newest trigger, and a few days before yesterday I got triggered really badly from a situation that it was in that I'd been hoping not to remember. I've had three panic attacks since last night and..... I don't even know. I typed something about it into a letter on ywp nanowrimo and there's a chance my irl best friend saw it and I love her but I don't want her to know I have problems with that sort of thing.
Also, I didn't get enough sleep last night and yesterday in cross country we ran a steep 3/4 mile hill five times. So today during the run I was sore, tired, and then I almost had a panic attack in the middle of it. Thankfully, that one was prevented.
Then I went to the eye doctor and got contacts! Which is nice, because it means I no longer have to wear glasses while running. However, it looks really different through contacts than glasses and I had a maor headache after three and a half hours, and I was hungry, and my mom had looked at my computer and said she didn't think anything needed to be done about it if there was a virus, but I am so darn nervous and my brother was going through his usual extensive list of everything he finds wrong with me...
and I ran to the bathroom and threw up.
Great. Great just great!!!! Wow! Good job, Anna. You rock. UGH!!!!!!!! ksdahfqicwjketc Second time in a month that I've thrown up because of anxiety problems piling up on top of each other. I'm seriously going to lose it.
Sorry for the negative post. But I'm really having a hard time right now. Sometimes, the world just doesn't like me much and this is one of those times.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Rich Dance Moms in Convertible BMWs
((Okay, first off... I can't get the new url. So I guess it will be staying how it is for awhile until I can think of something else to change it to. Sorry.))
Now really, there are no types of people on this planet who are more self-righteous, rude, and downright nasty than middle-aged dance moms who drive convertible BMWs. You know the kind. The mothers of all the popular girls at school who wear makeup in the 5th grade, have 'boyfriends' in 6th, think they're better than you all through middle school, and let boys do some innapropriate stuff to them in the hallways in high school. Oh, and freak out when anyone isn't straight because God forbid!! The person could make a move on them! (As if they have any interest in those freaks.)
Anyway, my high school cross country team has regularly scheduled practices 4 times a week. We meet at the school, run, and then do push-ups, sit ups, and other things like that when we get back. We're near one of the main entrances, but we're always polite about it. You know, leaving a wide path in case someone needs to get through, staying on the very edges of the pavement, that sort of thing. Not bothering anyone.
Well, this week, there's some sort of national dance competition taking place and competitors have been practicing in the high school cafeteria, just beyond the doors where xc meets. Which isn't surprising, lots of things take place there. It's a big school. Most of the time the people are very courteous.
Unlike the dancers and their moms, who think that, just because they rented out the cafeteria for a week, they now own the school. Both of our coaches had to leave about 10 minutes early, so they left Elizabeth, the team captain, in charge. The second Elizabeth was left in charge, who would come out but a rude dance mom that probably drives a BMV convertible? (Or something like that. You know. Sporty and expensive?)
She walked through the perfectly wide path we'd left and stopped at Elizabeth and said in a not-very-nice tone, "Are you in charge?"
"Yes, I am now," Elizabeth said, "the coaches just left."
"Oh. Well. Can you get your girls to move off the pavement here? It's making the dancers feel awkward when they have to walk through you guys. People paid thousands of dollars to be here and it's not fair to them when they have to feel uncomfortable walking through you guys."
Elizabeth just blinked. "Oh. Uh, okay."
The dance mom didn't even thank her or anything, just went back inside. Therefore, we were effectively booted from our regular place at a regularly scheduled practice, like we didn't have as much right to it as the too-cool-for-you dancers, because their rich, too-cool-for-you parents had paid money to be there and they shouldn't have to deal with these people who attend the school invading their sacred practice.
Hello. We attend this public school. We pay taxes for this public school. There is a sports entry fee for this public school. I'm sorry you don't like us being here, but we were here first, and if anything have more right to this place than you rich snobs. And you know what? Maybe it's awkward for us to have to deal with your slutty 8 year old daughters walking around in 3-inch heels, crop tops, and more makeup than most 30-year-olds combined. And why should your kids feel uncomfortable? There's plenty of room for them, and anyway, they aren't the ones doing their push-ups and ab work out there. But we just moved, because we are decent people and don't want to make a fuss with people who think they're entitled. But when we found a new spot, even Elizabeth didn't mind that we were talking about the lady's nastiness behind her back and she's normally really sweet and kind.
We have practice tomorrow, which is the day of their dance competition. I hope it's at the same exact time as cross country. We need our revenge. Today there was talk of laying on the ground, not moving, completely in their way. I wonder if we'll do something if given the chance.
Now really, there are no types of people on this planet who are more self-righteous, rude, and downright nasty than middle-aged dance moms who drive convertible BMWs. You know the kind. The mothers of all the popular girls at school who wear makeup in the 5th grade, have 'boyfriends' in 6th, think they're better than you all through middle school, and let boys do some innapropriate stuff to them in the hallways in high school. Oh, and freak out when anyone isn't straight because God forbid!! The person could make a move on them! (As if they have any interest in those freaks.)
Anyway, my high school cross country team has regularly scheduled practices 4 times a week. We meet at the school, run, and then do push-ups, sit ups, and other things like that when we get back. We're near one of the main entrances, but we're always polite about it. You know, leaving a wide path in case someone needs to get through, staying on the very edges of the pavement, that sort of thing. Not bothering anyone.
Well, this week, there's some sort of national dance competition taking place and competitors have been practicing in the high school cafeteria, just beyond the doors where xc meets. Which isn't surprising, lots of things take place there. It's a big school. Most of the time the people are very courteous.
Unlike the dancers and their moms, who think that, just because they rented out the cafeteria for a week, they now own the school. Both of our coaches had to leave about 10 minutes early, so they left Elizabeth, the team captain, in charge. The second Elizabeth was left in charge, who would come out but a rude dance mom that probably drives a BMV convertible? (Or something like that. You know. Sporty and expensive?)
She walked through the perfectly wide path we'd left and stopped at Elizabeth and said in a not-very-nice tone, "Are you in charge?"
"Yes, I am now," Elizabeth said, "the coaches just left."
"Oh. Well. Can you get your girls to move off the pavement here? It's making the dancers feel awkward when they have to walk through you guys. People paid thousands of dollars to be here and it's not fair to them when they have to feel uncomfortable walking through you guys."
Elizabeth just blinked. "Oh. Uh, okay."
The dance mom didn't even thank her or anything, just went back inside. Therefore, we were effectively booted from our regular place at a regularly scheduled practice, like we didn't have as much right to it as the too-cool-for-you dancers, because their rich, too-cool-for-you parents had paid money to be there and they shouldn't have to deal with these people who attend the school invading their sacred practice.
Hello. We attend this public school. We pay taxes for this public school. There is a sports entry fee for this public school. I'm sorry you don't like us being here, but we were here first, and if anything have more right to this place than you rich snobs. And you know what? Maybe it's awkward for us to have to deal with your slutty 8 year old daughters walking around in 3-inch heels, crop tops, and more makeup than most 30-year-olds combined. And why should your kids feel uncomfortable? There's plenty of room for them, and anyway, they aren't the ones doing their push-ups and ab work out there. But we just moved, because we are decent people and don't want to make a fuss with people who think they're entitled. But when we found a new spot, even Elizabeth didn't mind that we were talking about the lady's nastiness behind her back and she's normally really sweet and kind.
We have practice tomorrow, which is the day of their dance competition. I hope it's at the same exact time as cross country. We need our revenge. Today there was talk of laying on the ground, not moving, completely in their way. I wonder if we'll do something if given the chance.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
ONE WEEK NOTICE
In one week, I am going to change my domain name (link) to: ramblingsofateenageweirdo.blogspot.com
If I can't get this link I'll tell you in a week and come up with a different one.
If I can't get this link I'll tell you in a week and come up with a different one.
Shin Splints!!!
A few weeks ago, I posted about how excited I was that I was finally going to be able to do cross country this year.
How quickly excitement dwindles.
Oh, don't get me wrong; I'm still super excited to run. I love running and I have (had, I guess...) ambitions to be in the top 20 runners on my team. This would be a big accomplishment, since there are 110-120 runners on the team. I'm probably somewhere between 30 and 40 right now. I was doing really well though. Pushing myself, going a little faster every time.
Even though 2 weeks ago, after the second practice, my shins were starting to hurt.
At first, it was easy enough to ignore. I figured I was just sore and it wasn't a big deal, so I kept pushing myself. But they kept recurring, and by last week my shins also hurt during the half-mile warm up run, and for the first 5 minutes or so of th emain run. They were also worse afterwards, and hurt for longer and just felt weak.
...I have shin splints. Go me. They're not quite bad enough that I can't run, so far my coach's advice has been, "They're common, and yours aren't bad enough that you have to stop, so if you rest enough and ice them and take care of it, you should be able to run through them at just a little less than your normal intensity." Maybe I'm whining and should just get over it, but it's really upsetting me because I wanted top 20. And now I can't push myself as hard, so the top 20 are going to be set in stone and I won't be able to catch up. And it's a constant reminder, because even now after 12 hours of practice being over they still don't feel right. Sorry for being such a downer in this post, I really try not to be. I just can't imagine what people with worse shin splints go through.
How quickly excitement dwindles.
Oh, don't get me wrong; I'm still super excited to run. I love running and I have (had, I guess...) ambitions to be in the top 20 runners on my team. This would be a big accomplishment, since there are 110-120 runners on the team. I'm probably somewhere between 30 and 40 right now. I was doing really well though. Pushing myself, going a little faster every time.
Even though 2 weeks ago, after the second practice, my shins were starting to hurt.
At first, it was easy enough to ignore. I figured I was just sore and it wasn't a big deal, so I kept pushing myself. But they kept recurring, and by last week my shins also hurt during the half-mile warm up run, and for the first 5 minutes or so of th emain run. They were also worse afterwards, and hurt for longer and just felt weak.
...I have shin splints. Go me. They're not quite bad enough that I can't run, so far my coach's advice has been, "They're common, and yours aren't bad enough that you have to stop, so if you rest enough and ice them and take care of it, you should be able to run through them at just a little less than your normal intensity." Maybe I'm whining and should just get over it, but it's really upsetting me because I wanted top 20. And now I can't push myself as hard, so the top 20 are going to be set in stone and I won't be able to catch up. And it's a constant reminder, because even now after 12 hours of practice being over they still don't feel right. Sorry for being such a downer in this post, I really try not to be. I just can't imagine what people with worse shin splints go through.
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