blood guts and gore

So hola, guess what? I got to remove Segue's ear staples yesterday :) it was a gory, and horrible task. but it got done.. and it added some excitement to my moronic stay-at-home life <3
before I go into detail, you're probably wondering who Segue is, and what the heck ear stables are.
Well, Segue is my new high school teacher, and ear staples are these staples that doctors stick in the cartilage in your ears, and basically it helps you quit smoking, lose weight, and, in Segue's case, with your equilibrium. If you want to know more, here's a link with information about ear staples: http://health.howstuffworks.com/ear-staple.htm

So anyway, Segue came to Oscarville as our new high school teacher, and a few weeks after the school year started i noticed that she had these piercings inside her ears. I thought it was wicked awesome, and was like, dude, those piercings are so cool! and she was like, yeah, they're surgical staples, and i was like for real? theyre like, really staples? and she was like, yeah, for real, and blah blah blah, I exclaimed at how amazing that was, and she was amused with my excitement.

So i was looking at her staples, and i noticed that the staple in her right ear had a bump where the staple was, so I poked and prodded with a needle, then in a stroke of genius tried to squeeze out the juices with a pair of handy paper clips. Afterwards she cleaned it, and it went away. then a few days later i noticed that there was now a bump in the left ear, then later the bump in the right one came back, and finally she exclaimed that this was ridiculous, and called her doctor for a special staple remover.

So the staple remover arrived, and it looked insane! we weren't even sure about how it was supposed to work. we tried the staple remover out on a normal staple, and get this, the staple snapped in half




so anyway, that was pretty freaky. The staple remover came with absolutely no directions, so we decided to just figure it out as we went along. I sat Segue down in her swirly teachers chair, gripped the right staple with the lethal staple remover, and gave it an expirimental tug, but the staple just would not budge. I paused, and Segue exclaimed at how much it hurt. she said she could feel the pain all the way to the other side of her head, and yes, that did make me feel bad, but I've got to admit that it kind of excited me too. Sorry if you read that Segue, I still feel bad about it hurting =]

anyway, after figuring out that tugging on the staple hurt like hell, we decided to just yank it out as fast as we could. It took about five minutes, and we had the first staple out. Not too bad. painful, but swift.

Then it was time to move on to the left ear. I decided to go with the same approach for the left staple: grip the staple, squeeze, and pull. Only, when I squeezed, it must have been to hard, because all of a sudden it looked as if I'd snapped the staple in half. This is where the scene goes to: Panic, Panic, Panic, Omg, omg, omg, we have to take it out now! With me running home shortly after to find my needle nose pliers.
Next, the scene consisted of my pulling one end of the staple, trying to get it out of her ear so that i could pull out the other half of the staple. Then, when that didn't work, i resorted to pulling on the other half, and so forth and so forth, taking turns with each half trying to figure out how to get them out. after about 10 to 15 minutes of this, I finally realized that when i pulled on one half of the staple, the other half got shorter, meaning that the staple wasn't cut in half, but had actually flipped backward in Segue's ear, leaving the ends exposed and the middle of the staple in her ear.

At this point, Segue was almost crying, and seemed exhausted from having to hold in her screams. I told her what had happened, and the information just couldnt register in her mind. I actually had to draw an illustration for her, to which she gagged, and, i think, almost fainted. Having explained to her what was wrong, we decided that we had to turn the staple around and finally pull it out.

so after five minutes of pulling and tugging, i finally got the staple turned around the right way
it was a bloody and painful ordeal, but it got done, and the staple finally flipped the right way

i told her we were ready to pull it out, and Segue was super relieved, then braced herself for the final step. i gripped the staple remover, carefully gripped the staple, so that it wouldn't flip again, and squeezed and pulled until yes, the staple finally came out
and we were done

so, it was all super disgusting and horrible and painful and exciting
and segues ear was able to heal up and not be infected, bumpy, or pussy again
and i decided that
instead of just going to college for natural and environmental sciences,
im going into premed too
<3

All right everyone, line up alphabetically according to your height.

So we got an assignment in Writing today, and most of the point is to pick a quote and Explain why we picked it.

1. Find & post a quote
Explain why you picked it


"I am not ashamed to say that no man I ever met was my father's equal, and I never loved any other man as much."
-Hedy Lamarr

I think the quote is self-explanatory. I grew up a total Daddy's girl, and as much as he doesn't realize it, I tend to hang around guys that remind me of him. Of course, none of them are still as important.


You can turn painful situations around through laughter. If you can find humor in anything, even poverty, you can survive it.
-Bill Cosby

I've tended to take life like this. No matter how much something pisses me off/frustrates me/ depresses me, there's always at least a small moment when I try to laugh about it. My mom doesn't really get this, because when she's around I tend to act cynically about situations and laugh about it further. And so she gets mad. and I get even more mad. and I make even more sick jokes. and I laugh more. and she gets more frustrated. ad blah blah blah, it's bad. anyway, I try to make everything a laughing situation. Not everyone understands it.


2.Write about an event/Experience you had this week

Soo I'm not quite sure about any experiences I've had this week
I guess a lot has happened..
For one, I've been wearing pajama pants to school all week
In fact, I'm using pajama pants right now
[i never wear pajama pants!]
and, well, yeah. awkward.
That and I'm insanely tired right now
oh yeah, I'm reading my third book of the week now
I was reading Vampire kisses on Sunday and Monday,
Lovely wicked on Tuesday and Wednesday,
And I just started reading An Abundance of Katherines last night
Vampire Kisses was one of the worst books I've ever read
kind of like a Trashy Gothic Teen Romance
blergh
but Lovely Wicked was just about the best book I've ever read in my life
It was like a dark fantasy,
about faeries and faerie gods,
except the faeries were like tripped out versions of human beings, with darker natures
of course they were.
if they were tinker bell faeries, then they'd be the lamest characters for a book
Ever.
This new book, An Abundance of Katherines, looks decent. I'm afraid it might contain a little too much detail though. I can't stand it when there's an abundance of detail. That's the only instance when I can't read the whole book.
Umm so i can't really think of anything else i've done this week
well, actually i probably could. but I'm tired. and I figure I've already written enough for this post.
So rawr, I'll finish the last task and I'm done
<3


3. What blog have you been following?

As of the moment I've been following my old high school teacher, Erin's blog [erinkavanaugh.blogspot.com] .
Hers, and this one skateboarding blog, that's got a lot of skateboarding vids: Mostly Skateboarding [mostlyskateboarding.blogspot.com] . I love those blogs.

[over 'n' out]
{affirmative}

black and white

Once upon a time there was a girl that lived with her parents in the middle of nowhere
the girl was a very social girl, but there were only so many people that lived on her little island. And so naturally, she craved a little more variety, and much bigger masses of society.
Sadly, the girls parents didn't understand her need to elope with different kinds of people. They believed that she would be much better off on their little island, with the few people that they trusted, because they couldn't offer new experiences that were too extreme for their little girl.
So the girl was stuck.
Her parents told her over and over again as she got older, that once she turned eighteen, she could do whatever she wanted, including getting those brow and lip piercings she'd craved since she was a tween, and the tattoo symbolizing her and her best friend's friendship.
So the girl waited
and waited
growing more and more gray as she stayed on the drab island
finally, the girl was seventeen, and there was just a week left before her eighteenth birthday
she was so excited, and exclaimed to her mother, "just one more week, and then i can finally get those piercings!"
to which her mother replied, "only if you want to be homeless."
this puzzled the daughter.
no, it ticked her off.
She inquired, "but i thought you said i could do whatever i want when i turn eighteen?"
"oh yeah, you can do whatever you want, sure, that doesn't mean that me and your dad are going to support you. As long as you're stuck under our roof, you're still going to do as we say."
and so, ticked off, the girl waited until the next Wednesday, her eighteenth birthday, then pierced both sides of her lip, aand her brow. herself.
She walked out of her room the next morning, her mother saw her face, and kicked her out.
So the daughter moved to the town up the river, moved in with one of her friends, got a job, finished school, and discovered the art of partying. Since her parents would offer absolutely no support, the daughter found no reason to keep in touch, and so eventually forgot all about them. The parents were left not knowing what was going on with their only daughter, and weren't invited to her high school graduation. the daughter applied for scholarships with her school counselor rather than with her parents, applied for college, and left without saying goodbye.
Yes, the girl partied in college. there was absolutely no end to the parties. but she studied too. and was smart enough to get only afternoon classes, and no stupid morning classes, because she was definitely not a morning person.
The daughter graduated from college, again not inviting her parents, got her own job, started her own family, and lived a life of her own.
while her parents were stuck on their stupid island.
of course they were.
who expects to remain a part of someones life if they cant help support the choices they make, just because they dont agree.
stop sticking your head in the sand.

Sweet September

So hey, the first month of school is over and done with!
whew
dude, life's been pretty hectic since school started
I've been having a lot of fun though
I figured that it's been a while since I last posted, soo,
here goes my post :)
I'm finally a senior this year
and I find it pretty hecka exciting <3
I've been getting a lot of homework,
been taking an online class, figuring out our new teacher [she seems pretty cool so far] and have been getting used to living in the middle of nowhere all over again
it's not really all that bad, although I have been fighting a cold these past few days
I've been driving in to Bethel every weekend, and I've enjoyed that
my online class is pretty fast paced, it's a lot of reading, a lot of notes, and a lot of tests
but so far so good
oh dude, I'm teaching my dog how to go for walks on a leash!
I'm quite proud of that fact
she started out yanking me all over the place, being unable to realize that there was another living being holding the other end of the leash
but after going out just four times, she's gotten better at it,
and I was even able to let her go free without her running off
I felt pretty accomplished
I'm so proud of her :)
I've been working out too
it's so cool, I've almost got a four pack!
lol I felt kind of weird at first, it felt like i was getting a little too skinny. I almost gave up and decided that not having a pot belly was fine enough.
But I've switched mind sets lately
and I've kept up the working out bit :)
omg, and I found my calculator watch!
my parents got it for me last birthday, and I lost it right before I moved to Anchorage
but right when I moved back, I found it again :)
which reminds me, my birthday is in a little over two weeks!
it's the big one eight, baby.
hecka excited <3
so anyway, that's just my really quick update
i guess all of my updates are pretty quick
Welcome back September!
I'll make another post when I remember =]
=P

Bethel Update

And so, I guess that I'm back in bethel
I haven't quite reached Oscarville yet.. but you know what? that's fine with me.
I guess that everything has been an explosion of emotions ever since I got back
I love it
I don't believe I've felt this enlightened in quite a while
and I guess that it's great to just come home
okay, guessing sounds kinda mean.
it is great.
and guess what?! i just learned how to drive my dad's F250 diesel!! its a stick shift!!
muahaaahh. Eddie thought his might be cooler just because his is a '93, but mine's a '92, suckkaaa
I've been spending like the last week helping my dad work on the houses that we rent out
and it basically sucks
our last renters totally trashed the place before they moved out,
I'm talking toddler [and probably pre-teen] scrawbles all over the walls, stickers on the ceiling, a water tank threatening to crash through the sagging floor, and a nasty greasy stove and fan that i ended up having to clean
[although the last two probably werent the renters' fault]
so we mudded all the walls, painted them with what seemed not enough primer, and went over it with a glossy ivory paint. that too ended up not being enough. i had to skimp it out painting the bathroom walls.
other than that i guess it was fine though. i mean i got paid. so whoopah.
our vacation was pretty great.
wow im pretty random at this aren't I.
i mean i haven't even mentioned anything about going on vacation.
Well, we flew to Florida, bought a conversion van, and drove it all the way back to Alaska.
There, that's my vacation update<3
basically it was one long trip with an endless change of scenery and a whole bunch of tourist shots.
So I guess this isn't really an update.
more of a random ramble, where you've gotta have background knowledge to know what the hey I'm talking about.
Sorry about that.
but there was no planning put into this post.
I'll fix it some other time.
[over 'n' out]
[affirmative]

Jet Ski Mania

So we're in Marathon Key right now
just got back from jet-skiing
and lemme tell you,
I Was Scared
S-C-A-R-E-D
well, scared when I had to drive anyway
you know, everyone tells you that it's just like driving a snowmobile,
but there is a HUGE difference between liquefied and crystallized water =S
I rode with my mom on one jet ski, while my brothers rode with my dad on another
i think everyone enjoyed it but me
I kind of just sat there, imagining that all the waves and water would crystallize and turn into snow, and eventually i got sleepy, but unlike on a snowmachine, i was too scared to lean forward and fall asleep on my moms shoulder
this was due to the fact that my dad had been reading the caution sticker on the machines prior to our venture
one of the warnings in particular read, "caution: wear appropriate gear. water could be forced into body cavities."
yeah. Gross.

sticky salads

we're in orlando
and i had to buy my own breakfast today
and my both my brothers' breakfasts too
it was really frustrating.
because all of our food was in our parents' hotel room.
and they had gone to get our van from the shop.
theyre still not back yet.
and they gave us the wrong key...
i had to eat my salad with my fingers =(

Nightmare Streak

i cant sleep.

i dreamt last night that i went to a house with some friends, and we began searching the place, and found dead mangled bodies everywhere: in the closets, in the bathroom, in the attic, under the beds.

then i woke up.

then went back to sleep.

and i was at school, in mr chmeilewskis science class, and the lights were off for some reason, and mr c told me that i had a D in his class, and there was no way to fix it, but i could definately make it worse, and that made me cry. and he gave me cigarettes and colored pencils and a soda, everything but a better grade, to make me feel better.

then i woke up.

and went back to sleep.

and i dreamt that i heard about some girl who worked at the house with all the dead people, who left the night before with a coworker, and he ended up making her strip down, raped her, then decapitated her. and left the body hanging like jesus in the house.

and i thought, oh, thats too bad.

then i was the girl, working at the house, and leaving with my coworker. and i realized that it didnt seem right, and i tried to walk away from him, but the road was icy, and i slipped. and he made me crawl, while he walked next to me.

and it was so dark outside.

he kind of skipped along, and taunted me, and lead me toward a tunnel. we went down it, and cars were all driving past, and i tried to scream for help, but no one stopped. instead they glanced over, and the guy just kind of laughed and told them i was crazy.

and they kept going.

and i was crying, crawling, and screaming for help.

and we kept going.

then i saw this girl appear in the middle of the tunnel, and i screamed for help, and she turned around and said to someone, look, down there, its that girl, the one that i heard. and her dad appeared, and the rapist tried to hide behind a pole. the dad came and picked the rapist up, and began walking away with him.

and i should have been relieved that the rapist was finally gone,
instead i knew that he was going to murder the dad and the girl, then come for me. so i tried to run out of the tunnel, and i turned on a road, and knew that i had to go to a certain house, but i didnt know where it was.

i knew that no matter where i went, the guy would find me, break into whatever barriers i put up, and kill me and whoever else was there. so i couldnt go home. but i didn't know where the empty house was. and i passed my street, and i was going to run right past. but then i thought, i could either run and try to find the empty house, not knowing how far to run, or even where i was supposed to run.

or i could run down this street, to the house where i lived with hannah and her family, and risk all of them dying just so that i could get out of the night.

and then i turned, down east 76th, to the house where hannah lived.

knowing what was going to happen next.

and woke up.

Anchorage Update

So sorry again, I haven't any new posts since November, but hey, I'm back!!
well, back on blogspot that is. I'm still here in Anchorage, have been here since January, and you know what? It pretty much rocks :)
I came here expecting to suck at school and hate all of my classes, and to pretty much just want to spend all of my time socializing, but school is actually pretty fun.
I got chosen as a junior honor marshall for the senior graduation on May 11, which pretty much means im among the top fifty students with the highest GPA's in my class.
pretty cool, i thought. [Thanks Erin for getting me to that point!]
and then i got another notice saying that my high GPA got me qualified for getting a mentor for next year, if I'm going to school in Anhorage next year that is. I'm not necessarily sure about whether I'm going to be going to school in Anchorage, Behtle, or Oscrville next year though. Family moving plans aren't quite certain at this point.
And while I haven't gone and made friends with absolutely everyone at my school yet, [I've come to realize that I'm actually painfully dead shy when meeting people that I have to spend the rest of the school year with,] I've made quite a few friends, all of whom are pretty darn cool, but still don't even know where i live yet, haha.
Soo, I guess that these past 4 months have been pretty great. I live with my best friend, whom I've gone to concerts with, played pool with, shopped with, and snowboarded with; I get to spend my aunties, cousins, and their kids, when i was only able to see them during vacations before i moved here; and i've basically kept to my straight A streak. the only problem that i've run into [schoolwise] so far is that i had C's in only two of my classes. both of which i've been working hard to fix up.
So far I'm loving Anchorage, loving having things to do, and loving having people to meet/run into at the mall. My wardrobe's expanded, My new bedroom [which i share with Hannah] looks like a dream, and McDonald's is only 6 blocks away. yeah. life is looking pretty good at this point =]

<3

Speech Meet 2008

Soo, Nicole and Erin and I finally just got back from the Speech Meet last night. It was pretty fun. Nicole and I both made semi-finals. We both entered the Expository and Dramatic Interpretation Categories. For the dramatic Nicole did a monologue from Spiderman and I performed Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Nicole didn't place, but I got second in both of my categories, which was pretty cool. Oh yeah, Nicole's research paper was about Global warming and it's effects on the Arctic Ice Cap. Mine was about the bombing of Hiroshima during World War Two. It was kind of frustrating, performing our research papers. We'd read the rules beforehand, and they said that we could only write notes for our index cards, no fully written text or anything. And so, of course, we wrote out notes. Having just written out our index cards two days before the competition, of course it was hard for both me and Nicole to remember what all of our keywords meant. So I spent the majority of the competition freaking out about how I was supposed to remember anything for my research paper, and stuttering through each performance... "and, uhh, Edward teller said that if we hadn't bombed Nagasaki.. no, Hiroshima, then the shadows... no world..." yeah. it felt pretty disastrous. I bet i would have gotten ulcers if i had to bear through that any longer. But finally, on Thursday, right before finals, i realized that i could cut out and paste my research paper to my index cards. because that is exactly what everyone else in the competition had done, despite what the rules said. So after gluing down the last scrap of my paper, every feeling of foreboding of the anticipation of inescapable embarrassment disappeared, and all that was left when I walked back into the room where everyone was performing, only to find that I was already up next, was a feeling of pure relief and confidence. I don't think I stuttered even once during that performance.
So yeah. The Speech meet was pretty fun. I guess I'll do it again next year. But I'm definately not going to be doing another research paper.

so I haven't written any new posts lately
sorry about that
not much has really happened since...
when was the last post?
October 27th.
Okay maybe a lot has happened
but... I really suck at trying to remember it all. haha.
Today's November 14th.
Hannah [my best friend] might just come to Bethel this weekend.
but I'm grounded this weekend.
because i stayed home sick yesterday and the day before.
and so.
this completely sucks.
with a capital S.
So I'm sorry to say that I actually hope she comes next weekend rather than this weekend, lol.
Um. I'm sorry. I really just don't think that I have anything to write today.
Hey, did you know that our eyes never grow, but our ears and nose never stop growing?
dude. that is creepy.
lol just imagine if someone were already born with abnormally large ears and [i guess] an abnormally large nose... and then lived to be 114 years old.




lol the image is kind of comical.
i wonder if that's why yoda looks the way he does?? X]

Beetle Update

oh, by the way --- we figured out that all of the beetles are actually doing perfectly fine. instead of staying out in the open, they all decided to become homebodies and stay inside the crumpled wad of paper towel that Erin put in their container. go figure.
Those bugs creep me out. lol.

Welcome Back to the real World

soo... today i am completely exhausted. which is completely random and unexplainable because i've been trying to make sure that i've gotten enough sleep and went to bed early enough and woken up before noon this whole weekend. so there is no reasonable explanation for my trying my hardest not to fall asleep in class today. lol.

Anyway i had a pretty fun weekend these past few days. From Thursday till sunday i rode my snowmachine in every day, went to the volleyball games, hung out with friends, and basically just had a great time hanging out with guys.

i don't even remember fully what i did on thursday... i know that i went in to see carlos, and then i pretty much just stayed at his place that whole time until i had to get home. friday i went in to bethel and watched the volleyball games. The Warriors have a killer JV team this year.

Saturday my dad and I woke up at like seven in the morning so that we could pick my mom up at the airport. after picking her up about half an hour late, my parents were going to go work on our truck at the boat harbor, and i didn't feel like spending all day in a cramped up car waiting for my parents to let me take them home so that i wouldnt have to stay stuck in one place wondering about whether or not i could go to the store. so i asked if i could go to carloses house until they were done.

lol they said yes, so i called carlos at like nine in the morning to tell him to unlock the door because i was going to his place, and he sounded so lost, the poor guy was still half asleep.

[ring ring]
*groggy*"Hello?"
"Carlos!"
"whaat?"
"Is your door locked?"
"What? i dont know... it shouldnt be."
"ok. im coming over."
"what? why?"
"mom and dad are gonna work on the truck. i dont want to spend all day in the car. im coming over."
"what? uh. ok. whatever."
"haha. ok bye."

i got to his house, went upstairs, opened the door to his bedroom, and was met by complete darkness. the transition from a half lit hallway to a completely dark bedroom was disorienting. i had to take a step back and spent a moment trying to get my bearings back.
carlos mumbled from his bed,
"You can watch T.V. or listen to music. or something."
instead i crashed on the couch with his cat. shoes, jacket and all.

an hour later carlos got up to take a shower and i was still sleeping on his couch, then my parents came to pick me up. I didn't tell carlos that i was leaving or anything, and he later told me that when he went back to his room and i was gone, he thought to himself... "whoa. was she even here?"
haha.
i told hannah that story, and she said her reaction would have been so much better.
i still think carlos had one heckuva reaction to that though lol.

anyway my parents came to pick me up and i went to the games
and hung out with mike and a few other people
went to the store with kara
went driving with eddie and i forget who else... i just remember that eddie was driving
and then
idk
i did a lot of stuff this weekend
it was all fun
a lot more active than most of my weekends have been so far
but you know what?
i think thats because i havent been to bethel for the whole two weeks that i've been stuck in oscarville.
lol.
maybe i was just ready to consider everything fun.
or maybe everyone else missed me enough to make stuff extra fun :)
lol idk.
ill edit this later
[arrow three]

relief

we got three new students last week
i dont feel so bad about moving anymore
:]

Status Response

Some things that give a person status could be how much money they have, what kind of friends they have and what they do with those friends, and which family they came from.

In general, social classes are determined by how much money people have: you're either in the upper [rich] class, upper middle class, middle class, lower middle class, or the lower [poor] class. In general, theres the rich, the poor, and the people in the middle of it all.

Social status could also be determined by your job. This kind of runs in the same line as how much money you have, but your job could determine how much money you have and the kind of person you are. A Hooker and a Priest COULD make the same amount of money, but obviously, one is going to get a lot more respect than the other, and they both stand in very different social groups. A celebrity also has a very different social status from someone that, say, works in a coffee shop.

Your friends could also determine what your social status is. People don't just see you from how you look, act or what you do, but from how your friends look, act and do too. you could dress in bright clothes, wear neutral makeup and get straight A's, but if your friends dress in all black, have millions of piercings and couldn't care less about school, then that's pretty much what your social status is too.

another thing that we didn't discuss in class but i just realized shows your social status, or takes part in your social status or whatever, is our family. Family plays a big part in social status. If someone comes from a family that's rich and powerful, then they're probably going to have a higher status than someone who comes from a low-income family that doesn't really have all that much power in the community. but if the rich family is one full of crime, greed, being mean, and bad acts, while the lower-income family is known for community acts, being good and a whole bunch of "good" stuff, then even though the richer family might have a higher status, the family with better morals will have a better status.

so status can be determined by a lot of different things, and can be determined in a lot of different ways. i think status is a really complex concept, and kind of a broad subject. even talking about social status is pretty broad. There's so many different ways that i can think of to define status, that it's all just a jumble in my head... and i don't think that i could fit all of that into one blog :)

An Amateur's Perception of the Mealworm and Big Black Beatle's Life Cycle

Today before writing Jackie was looking at the meal worms and beetles, and she noticed that there were new baby meal worms, so everyone went to go check it out, and then we noticed that all the beetles were dead. They were all just laying upside down on top of the brown paper towel that we put in the jar, and it looked like there weren't that many left. There were a lot of beetle parts in the jar though, so I'm guessing that as they were dying off, the beetles were eating each other, and as more and more died they were all getting weaker and weaker, until when the last few were left, they were too exhausted to rip each other apart after death, and so they all just died in their own little corners or areas of the jar. And so the beetles all died, leaving the meal worms to fend for themselves and learn how to kill each other all on their own after they mature. Bugs are weird. I'm glad humans aren't cannibals :).

relocation

so it's official -- I'm transferring to anchorage next semester :)
no more isolation and not being able to walk to the store or missing out on social events
nothing but living with Hannah and [maybe] driving my own car from January on out
the anticipation is killing me.

I've got to admit though, I read a few blogs a few days back about the number of kids who have started transferring to Anchorage, and it makes me feel kind of guilty.
Apparently, because of the rising gas and grocery prices, and the lack of jobs, more people from the bush are moving to the city, and schools are finding themselves with less and less students. Our own school has found itself losing students within the past few years. after starting out with 35 students three years ago, at least two students trasferred that year, then at least four students transferred last year, and one of our seniors graduated, then this year another student transferred, and I'm going to transfer too. Throughout the whole duration of three years, we've only gotten one new kindergarten student, and so now the number of students in our school is 28, soon to be 27.

Again. That leaves me feeling kind of guilty... But not guilty enough to stay.

I was talking to someone about moving, and they said that they would probably find it hard to move, because they felt a certain loyalty to the students and staff, or a certain responsibility, because everyone relies on everyone else so much. My not being a teacher, or principal, or staff member or anything, i couldn't really relate to what they were saying, but i realized that was because i was the student, the one relying on authority, rather than the one being relied on. I'm not responsible for anyone in Oscarville, and because I'm a teenager [haha], the only future that I really need to focus on is mine. wow. I sound self-centered. idk. I'm used to moving around a lot. it's what i do. It keeps my world going round. the end.

red bandana

so erin hates it when we write "Gaawsh, im so booored!! [insert whiney voice here]" posts, but i just cant refrain.
because i am soooo goshdarned bored!! [dont forget to insert the whiney voice]
not much has really happened since the last time ive posted...
which was quite a while ago, it seems.
well i guess that a lot has happened.
its just not all that great.
and so. when the bad happens. its best to just forget about it right.
right.
i did get a red bandana this weekend though.
wow that was aweseom.
mike gave it to me when he drove past in delwens car and i was walking with dayle toward the church.
lol.
i love spontaniety. even though i know thats not a word :)

Smoking vs. Meth

you know, you see a lot of posters in public places giving you reasons for why you shouldnt smoke
of course you shouldnt smoke, because
one) it causes shortness of breath
two)the chemicals within ciggarettes can end up straining your heart and blood vessels
three) it makes your teeth yellow
four)it lets less oxygen get into your blood system
five) it gives you wrinkles
six) it makes you more susceptible to sicknesses [im pretty sure]
and seven) it causes cancer.
read it again
C-A-N-C-E-R
you know, that sickness where your cells start growing uncontrollably and you have to take chemo and all your eyebrows fall off?
yeah
Cancer.



you see all of that in the posters
reasons for why you shouldnt smoke
and you think about it
and it makes sense

and then you read the posters that ask you that big question::
If the outside of a smokers body looked the same as the inside
[rotten, black, ugly, raw]
then would people still smoke?

normally the immediate answer would be no.
because I definately wouldnt smoke if it made my face look rotten
but then
what about everyone else?
the almost obvious answer should be no, people wouldnt smoke

but then you think about meth

meth is an intense drug
and affects your physical appearance drastically::
one) yeah, it tends to make you lose weight, but continued use results in drastic weight loss
two) you get pale
three) it causes your body to practically cook its internal organs because of all your excess body heat
four)it blackens and yellows your teeth
five) your body begins to emit an odor so that you smell like glue or mayonnaise
six) people that use meth regularly lose their ability to feel pleasure because the drug causes you to feel so much illusion of it
and seven) you get sores all over your body because of all the scratching you do while youre high

so meth does have a lot of external physical effects on your body, along with a lot of internal and i guess emotional

it pretty much takes a perfectly attractive human and being
and turns them into something visually revolting.

Yet People Still Do It.

So if people are still doing meth despite the external effects,
then people would most definately still smoke regardless of whether or not it made their appearance frightful and grotesque.
of course, not as many people would smoke,

But people still would, nonetheless.

symbolism

so once upon a time there was this girl that lived an an island all by herself and she couldnt go shopping or driving or flying or walking or on myspace or hang out with her friends because there wernet any stores or roads or planes or anywhere to walk to or people to hang out with and the internet company that she used blocked myspace.

and approximately 13 miles away there was a town that wasn't on an island and had plenty of stores and roads and planes and sidewalks and people aaand the internet companies didnt block myspace

so this girl decided that she was going to find a way to get over to that non island town, no matter what it took

so she asked her islander father to build her a boat that would take her the whole thirteen miles to the non island town, the one with the stores and roads and planes and sidewalks and people and internet companies that didn't block myspace

but her islander father couldn't understand why she would want to leave the empty island. the one without the roads and planes and sidewalks and people and had the internet company that blocked myspace

so the girl explained to her fahter that she needed roads and planes and stores and sidewalks and people and cars and internet companies that didn't block myspace

but her father just didn't understand
because he liked walking instead of driving
and got airsick in airplanes
and didnt need to walk on the sidewalk
and had animals instead of people
and was totally against using cars
and believed that his daughter shouldn't have myspace anyway.

so the girl had to remind her father that he was nearly fifty and already settling down, so he wasn't supposed to care for any of the stuff that a typical teenager would anyway, and could she please move to the nonisland town

and her dad got mad because he didn't like being old

but she got him not mad somehow anyway

and explained that if she went to the nonisland town
the one with the cars and stores and roads and people and sidewalks and planes and internet companies that didnt block myspace,
she could go to school
and build up her social skills
and get a job
and prove how responsible she was
so not only was the nonisland town just a place with cars and stores and sidewalks and roads and planes and people and internet companies that didnt block myspace,
now it was a nonisland town that had cars and roads and sidewalks nad planes and people and internet companies with myspace AND schools, opportunities for social growth, employment and the chance to prove responsibility

soo
her dad was still iffy about everything,
but now he actually had stuff to think about before he said no
because he didnt want his daughter to grow up stupid
without an education or any life skills
and she had proved to be rather adequate at the practically homeschooling

so the daughter took advantage of her doubt and convinced her dad that indeed she needed to go to the nonisland
the one with cars and roads and sidewalks nad planes and people and internet companies with myspace AND schools, opportunities for social growth, employment and the chance to prove responsibility

and so he let her
and she left
and went to school
and had friends
and had fun
and was responsible
and everything turned out fine

the end

Getting your way

so i got my car taken away for a month.
its dumb.
me and kara were going to johnnys place, and since we werent really going to go anywhere else, i decided that i could just drive her the one mile there. which is uuber short by car. but. of course. not uuber short by walk.
so because its not driving around town
or going out and having fun,
eating and jamming out to earsplitting loud music
or going out to a party
or picking up a gazillion friends so that we can all drive around town and defy the law
i decided
that i could drive kara the one mile to johnnys house.
and everything would have been absolutely fine if her parents hadnt pulled up behind us with my parents in the car with them, and followed us all the way to johnnys house, and got out and started yelling about breaking the law and irresponsibility, and not following the rules, and how its more my fault than karas, or its more karas fault than mine, blah blah blah.
really
i think the situation would have gone along MUCH more smoothly if just her parents or if just mine had pulled up.
our parents were so busy being embarrassed that they decided to take all frustrations out on us.
redeemance of the suburban law abiding parents.
blah.
so i knew that i wasnt supposed to drive kara.
i knew that my dad was freaking out about his parental reputation
i knew that karas dad was also freaking out about his parental reputation
and i knew that people expect you to argue.
and that when someone is extremely upset with you,
esp. for doing the opposite of what they tell you to do,
the best thing to do
is to reply
with
yeah i know i did something wrong. ok ill accept my punishment. i completely understand where youre coming from. and even though i dont like it im not gonna complain.
because then they dont know what to do with you.
and then you can ask...
hey, can i go to carloses?
=]

Great Outcome

So i ended up having a pretty good birthday yesterday. it was fun.
school was pretty boring. but that was to be expected =P.
after school i went home, washed my hair, and then my family and had cake and opened my presents.
my mom got me this awesome radio tuner thingy that you can put in the shower, so that i wont have to lug my speakers and ipod in there all the time :). and i got a whole bunch of sewing stuff and watches and a head lamp and a toolbox and socks and a humongo picture frame and my ten year old brother henry gave me twenty dollars. lol.
so yeah, that was pretty cool.

after having cake and opening presents, Lyle and I went to Bethel by boat and stopped by carloses to see what we were going to do. they said that kara was planning to go out to eat so we spent like an hour looking for kara, picking people up, going to karas house so she could wrap my presents, and then finally going all the way out to the airport so that we could eat at brothers pizza.
[forgot to say, micah, johnny, kara, bill, lyle and katrina all went]
we ordered a half pepperoni, half supreme large pizza, and spent forever joking around and waiting for the pizza to get there. i opened the present that kara got for me [two shirts and some boxers haha], and micah and i interrogated Katrina, trying to figure out why the heck she would support bush. it was great.

after forever our pizza finally arrived, and it was a half white, half pepperoni instead of what we ordered. so we spent forever all over again waiting for them to get our order right. which sucked. but it was fun. after that me and lyle had to go home, because we were already late, so that's how the rest of that day went. so it was all cool. and now guess what.
im seventeen years and a day old. how cool is that :)

Happy Birthday?

so i guess that todays my birthday...
happy seventeenth?
idk.
it sucks because my birthday's got to be on a tuesday instead of a saturday.
and i cant get my dad to stay consistent with what i want to do.
we started off saying that i would have a feast for my birthday,
then changed it to my family and i going out to eat in bethel instead
then decided that i wanted to have a family party
then said that i wanted to go out and eat with friends
then said that i just wanted to go to bethel [which my dad doesnt approve of because he doesnt think that it's healthy for teenagers to just "hang out".. to which i replied with, its my birthday, you cant complain :)]
and then just last night, i decided that i want to go in to bethel, get a whole case of mountain dew, order a huge pizza, and go to carloses to watch Lucky Number Sleven, which my dad wouldnt let me watch because it was rated R, but since im seventeen now he cant say that i cant watch it. perfect way to welcome my seventeenth year :]
so thats my current plan right now.
but my dad is starting to go for a change in plans all over again.
he thinks that i should go in some other day.
but im already starting to lose my sanity... so i think im going to go for today.

anyway todays birthday kind of sucks.
im just not in a good mood.
havent been in a good mood.
[wont] be in a good mood?...

when the clock struck twelve last night i swore to myself that i would make sure today, at least, wouldn't suck like the rest of them have tended to. so far the plan isn't necessarily working out. blahh.

anyway. im determined to go in to bethel today and to watch Lucky Number Sleven, and to make the best of my situation. regardless of what i've had to hear about today. Regardless of what i feel about today. im just gonna forget everything that bugs me, and not worry about it tomorrow.

we'll see how that works out.

attempting the concept of skateboarding

So a few weekends ago i attempted to learn how to skateboard.
it was aaweseom
i went to the skatepark with kara and johnny, and pretty much everyone was there.
Kara had already been learning how to balance on the board, but i was starting fresh, so i had to go around the park a few times just figuring out how to turn the thing.
i was pretty embarrassed to be falling off my board and not being able to control it when i wasn't even doing any tricks, especially since the park was full of people. so it took me a while to get the hang of it. but once i had the whole balance and turning concept down, i was finally able to attempt going up and down the spine on the fun box, or doing a fakie.

and dude. it was Hard.

when you go up the ramp, you're supposed to lean your body out away from the board, almost like you're trying to become parallel with the ground, so that the weight of your body doesn't push the board out from under you. It took me forever to get the hang of this, so almost every time i went up the ramp i would lean the wrong way and the board would shoot out from under me. I landed on my butt quite a few times, but didn't have any major bruises really.
right before kara, johnny and i had to leave, i finally got the hang of doing a fakie. it was aweseom.

the next weekend, [last weekend] Kara and I went back to the park to learn some more board tricks. she told me that since i knew how to do a fakie now, i had to learn how to do a rock to fakie. that's when you go up the ramp, and once the board starts to slow down, you push on the back end with your right foot, and lift up the front end, simultaneously twisting and leaning your body so that you do a complete kick turn and go down the ramp with your board going forward instead of backwards, like it does on just a normal fakie.

again it took me pretty much all day just to do the rock to fakie, and by the time we left i still wasn't all that great at it. and i still wasn't all that great the next day either... but i kind of got the hang of it.

i'll admit that i still suck, but i moved on to the next trick anyway. I think it was called the Rock and Roll, but i'm not even sure. but in order to do the trick, you go all the way up the ramp until the front wheels of your board go higher than the edge at the top, and then rest briefly there, then you go back down the ramp without doing a kickturn. so it's like a fakie, but you're going a lot higher up on the ramp.

i'm still stuck on this step, and seem t have the same problem with staying on the board when i start to go back down the ramp. it's kind of frustrating, but i can't wait until the next time i go skateboarding. i am soo ready to get it right. :)

[[p.s. i fell just about a million times when i was learning the rock to fakie, and ended up with huge bruises on both of my knees and hips, and a super painful but invisible bruise on my tail bone. it was aweseom.]]

Kayak Trips and Blistered Pinkies

Ok. So i did end up taking Lyle to Bethel by inflatable kayak for his birthday....
and it sucked.
lol. first off, we left at low tide, and decided to take the slough to make our trip shorter, but because the tide was so low, there were quite a few places where our kayak wouldn't float and so we had to get out and drag it through slimy, footsucking mudd.
and then when we finally did get out of the slough, we found that we were goign against the current and the wind, in order to get the next ten miles to bethel. we crossed from one bank of the river to the next about five times, each trip seeming to be endless.
and so, our trip was one long endeavor, with me screaming infuriatedly that i hate kayaks, and alaska, and nature, and that i'm never going to travel the river unless i've got a motorboat.
we left Oscarville at 3. and arrived in Bethel at 6. it took us three hours just to get there, and we had only an hour to spend with our friends. so i decided that i wasn't going to be in such a hurry to leave, and picked Lyle up from his girlfriends house at about 7:15 instead of 6:30.
we had to go back to the boat harbor and pump our evil inflatable kayak all over. by then the wind had died down, me and lyle were tired of kayaking, the sun had just begun its long descent towards the horizon, and the gnats were swarming like crazy.

i guess its kind of obvious that we weren't necessarily looking forward to our long trip home...

but guess what?
the wind had died completely down by the time we left
and this time we were going with the current
soo, instead of wasting our time struggling against the elements,
lyle and i drifted halfway home,
screaming out lyrics to our favorites songs along the whole way
and soo,
due to the lack of effort that we put into paddling home,
it till took us 3 hours to get back
so we were home at 10:30
with sore arms and stomach, sopping wet legs, and blisters gnawing away at our palms
[i even got a blister on my right pinky]

all in all, lyle and i paddled for six whole hours...
just to spend an hour and i half in bethel..
which doesnt even have a mall.
or a movie theatre.
or a McD's.

hahaha.
i feel like a moron.