My knees are scraped up. Like, epically scraped up. I can’t even move without them burning. Two days after the fact. What happened?
Interesting question, and I’m so glad you asked.
Well, you see, after swing dancing stopped, none of us really wanted to, so we headed down to the Student Center, but it was occupied by people playing board games, so someone made a few phone calls while we nutters went sliding on the ice-sheeted snow. The ice was strong enough to bear our weight, so we did a sort of ice-skating thing. I took off my heels (impossible to skate in those things) and started skating around in my socks. Which, incidentally, didn’t impede my movement as much as you would think. BUT I was wearing a skirt. (No, there were no issues with that. I buttoned up my coat, and that coat is pretty stiff, and very long, and wouldn’t show a thing.) Which meant my knees were bare. Also, I don’t always have great balance on the ice. See where this is going? When I fell, my knees would go through the ice and they would get cut. I didn’t even noticed until Leo dramatically yelled “Oh my goodness!!!!!!!!!” at my legs, and I looked down and noticed I was bleeding all the way down to my socks. As a side note, I really wish I could recreate that yell of his. It was something else.

This just happened, and I thought it was funny, if a little conceited. Most of the comments I get on this blog are spam. In fact, the number of legitimate comments is under twenty. So naturally, I expect every comment to be spam, even though if there aren’t many, I check just in case. Well, the first thing I saw on one of them was that I needed to fix my spelling in a lot of places. I immediately moved it to spam. Why? Two reasons. Number one, I hate people who correct your spelling, even I do it all the time. (Yes, I’m a hypocrite.) Number two, I really don’t misspell things. Seriously. I’ve always been good with spelling and grammar. So, while I might misspell something once or twice throughout my posts, it’s definitely not enough to warrant saying “a lot of places.”
Incidentally, I haven’t had my morning coffee yet, and if I don’t get it soon I’m going to be a grouch. Or at least a very tired person.

I’m working on doing something new everyday. If something happens that’s never happened before, that will do just as well. This whole thing sounds horribly cheesy, but I’m getting bored with doing stuff over and over again. For the last week, most of the stuff I did was pretty small. I learned the basic Charleston step. I did a puzzle with an imaginary friend (hey, I like talking to myself and sometimes that branches out a little bit). That kind of thing. I need to start getting creative and do something really big. I dreamed once that I ended up in the men’s bathroom. There’s an idea. Then, most of the things I dream about are probably not good ideas.
P.S. I kind of stole the title from something I heard before. Deal with it.

It’s so easy to feel ashamed of what you wrote when you were younger.

I want beauty so bad. Not for myself. I don’t particularly care if I’m beautiful. (Although it is nice to hear it once in a while.) I want to see beauty. I want to live it. And, in the midst of these romantic musings, I insert a plainly clothed observation: it is difficult to type out the word “beautiful” quickly without making a mistake.
I can see it’s been some time since I really wrote here. Winter quarter starts in a week. I haven’t done anything!!! I suppose that’s the point of break…
I’ve hung out with people, but I haven’t seen any of my best friends except for Sierra, who I spent Christmas with. (That, BTW, was fabulous.) Kevin, Leah, and Matt remain unhung. Which is a good thing in some cases, an awkward thing in other cases, and a bad thing in the way I mean it. I am so weird. 😛 I’m working on my massive pile of books, and I’ve watched lots of Doctor Who. Lots of TV, period. And I just saw one of my old friends today – rather, a person I used to like. For two years. It wasn’t nearly as awkward as I was expecting it to be. In fact, it was barely awkward at all. We ate ice cream. I like ice cream.
I’m saying all of this in my head with a British accent. Doctor Who will do that to you. I think I’m slowly becoming British. I find myself wishing for tea and sandwiches and cloudy days. And a time machine.
I can’t wait for school. I really can’t. I have more this quarter than I did last quarter (BTW, I didn’t do all that well last quarter) and I anticipate it with great happiness and sense of purpose. I’ve got so much to do!!! I relish it. I like the word “relish.” EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!! That was a squeal of excitement. I can’t wait for Western Thought this quarter. We get to read the coolest things. And I also can’t wait to see my mentor and my pastor. I really am enjoying the Bible study.
New word, BTW, brought to you by Sierra: “swag.” Said this fashion: “That fella over there, he got swaaag.”
Also, I love the song “Starlight” by Muse. So cheerful at the beginning. Also, did I ever mention that Sierra was awesome? She is. Very awesome indeed. And I get to see her again next weekend because I’m going contra dancing with her for New Years!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

It had an ice chest in it. In my sleep-deprived state I happen to find this funny.

Aiiieeee!!! So much homework! And FYI, I am getting pretty tired of derivative functions that won’t cooperate.
Wow… it’s been so long… Derivatives have ceased to be a problem. It’s these bloody partial fraction expansions that are killing me now. And I’m going to be up all night. I really don’t want to be. But I have a chem test, and a calc test immediately after. It really isn’t fair.
HAHA!!! COFFEE!!! Bring on the math! I can do anything!

I’m at school pretending to do homework. Don’t you love that? I’ve finally got calc II down… ish. (Yes, for some reason I tack on an “ish” to whatever I’m not quite sure about.)

Man, I started this post over two weeks ago and never finished it. I hate seeing the word “Draft” dangling at the end of post title. Even if the post is untitled. Things are weird lately. I used to have a set of rules governing the way I would act. The most basic one is that I would say I was okay no matter what. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am pretty much always okay. I was born to be okay. And that’s actually not a rule I have broken for a very long time. The last time was nearly a year ago. A year is a long time to be okay. But I digress.
I am still okay. Just clarifying. I was merely giving an example of a rule that I have. Another rule is no accepting help. Calc II knocked that one out. A third is NO FALLING IN LOVE WHEN YOU CANNOT HAVE A RELATIONSHIP. Broken.
And finally, a fourth. No letting other people fall in love with you. Very difficult, in a way, because you can never be sure what someone else wants in a person. So, at this point, I’m two for two. There are other rules, but I don’t really feel like listing them all out here. There are quite a few. I am going to have to go through them and get rid of a few, since I seem to be breaking them too often to really call them rules. More like… guidelines, they are. (Pirates of the Caribbean rocks!)
I’m in a rather… self-satisfied mood. Not in a good mood, exactly, but my balloon of an ego suffers naught.

Bye-bye, straight A’s. Oh, and goodbye to any sense of self-respect. Gotta love my life.

Uggh… I feel like I’m going to fail every single class. Or maybe just barely pass it. Which would actually be worse, in my opinion, because I wouldn’t get the chance to retake it and get an A.
I feel pretty much horrible. I don’t know how I’ll get straight A’s. I don’t know what I’ll do if I DON’T get straight A’s.