Driving At Night

Driving at night always makes me want to drive more. I just want to get on the nearest freeway and drive and drive until I can’t keep my eyelids open and then stop at some random hotel and sleep. Then drive more for hours on end until I come across some quaint little town I’ll fall in love with and decide I can’t leave. I’ll live in a hotel there working some random job like bailing hay for a farmer there or arranging furniture at the local furniture store. What’s that trade called? A blacksmith is a metal worker, a seamstress deals in clothes, what is a furniture person called? Anyway. I’ll settle down there and it will be my home forever and always.

I’m not sure I could actually manage to do just up and leave like that, but it’s really tempting. I really wouldn’t care about finishing school or anything either, though I know I should. Maybe once I get a car and have enough money to pay for gas… That’s irrelevant though. The urge is still there. That desire to leave everything one knows behind to make one’s own place in the world. I find it to be instinctual. It’s required of all species; leaving and branching out and trying new things. I know it’s horribly cliché, but I still would like to do it. Maybe that will be my road trip down to see Amber.

*sigh* I’m such a dramatic person. I can’t help it! The night air, the idea of new beginnings. This (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6Kspj3OO0s) silly melody stuck in my head. I just want to stand on the crest of a hill on a prairie and watch the wind stir up the grass. Or listen to the sound a stream makes while it rushes through a forest. I want to hear the hum of a bee as it hops from flower to flower.

Wind is probably the biggest emotion stirrer for me. It’s hard to describe. The right breeze can send chills up my spine and invigorate me to the point of wanting to run for miles on end. And we all know I don’t run. I suppose it makes sense that air would have such an impact on me, given I am an air sign. Still. I can get lost in water. Fire is hypnotizing but eventually looses my interest. And I love dirt, and rock. Not sand though. Sand is just annoying.

Anyway, this post didn’t turn out anything like I wanted it to. I didn’t think it would though. But I’m going to bed now because it’s 1 am and I’ve got school on Monday. Ick!

Registration Day

 Class registration was today for college. I was all excited because I found two classes I really liked, that would work perfectly in my schedule. It wasn’t until after I got back home from college, tried to sign up for classes and spent ten minutes navigating the phone system of the college that I found out I hadn’t filled out a Running Start application. Which Running Start students are required to do every quarter, and which need the signature of their high school councilor to be complete. It’s mid winter break. I can’t reach my councilor right now. So basically I’ve got to wait until Monday to sign up for classes, at which point my classes will be full, because they were almost full today when I checked at 4, and I will be stuck taking I don’t even know what. I’m not happy.

Ok, so lets start from the beginning. I slept in, did my morning routine , then logged on to check out the classes for next quarter. It was really sunny out, but it never got above 34 today, so I waited as long as I could before leaving for college in the hopes that the roads would be clearer. I picked out the classes I wanted, wrote them down, and then went to class. We did the lab that we didn’t get to do yesterday, which was short and easy. Since I missed Pottery yesterday I went in and did some work on that. I’m making a miniature bobble-head version of myself. Project 5 is my body, and project 6 is my head. I spent about 4 hours on the body on Tuesday, but it ended up being unusable, so I started from scratch today. I cut a block of clay, put a large whole in the middle, and let it sit out to dry, so I can carve it next Tuesday. I spent most of the time on the head. I tried to make it as lifelike as possible. I think I did really well. The back of the head is kind of big, but otherwise I’d say it’s pretty good. I’m not anywhere near finished, but I really like it. I felt like I just sort of magic’d it out of nowhere. A pinch here, some smoothing there, a roll or two, and suddenly a tiny head was in my hands. That’s what she said. But seriously, I’ll have to take a picture before I paint it. I really like it.

The lab was closing at 2 because I was the only one there, so I left and drove home. I got an awesome parking spot when I got to college today. It was just a random thing. An empty space right at the front. I had to check the car next to me to make sure I was really in student parking. Anyway, while I was trying to leave I had to go up this shady incline, which had black ice all over it, resulting in the car sliding sideways a little bit. No big. The tired found pavement and I continued on my way. I got home, waited until 4 (which was my assigned time to sign up) and then tried signing on. Couldn’t do it. I called the college, they explained that I needed a form, and that was that. Well, I wasn’t going to wait to get the form on Monday and then get it signed on Tuesday. No. So I left immediately and flew over to the college, grabbed the form and headed home. I was a little annoyed though because I really was looking forward to taking the classes I wanted. I talked to my botany teacher about them, and she was going to be teaching one of the classes I wanted to take. I really like her. She writes down everything she says so you don’t miss anything. Also, that mega exam we took on Tuesday? I got a 78%. Don’t ask where I pulled that out of. I don’t care if that’s a C+; I was expecting an F.

Anyway, I wasn’t as cool and collected as I should’ve/could’ve been on the ride home, and didn’t look over my shoulder before I tried to change lanes. I almost got in a wreck. In my defense the car was in my blind spot. The car honked and I swerved back over into my lane. No one was hurt, no damage done. I was a little shaken though. And annoyed at myself. And then the quote “anger has unexpected consequences” popped into my head, but I couldn’t remember where I’ve heard it before. Or if I made it up a while ago and just remembered it now. I spent the ride home thinking about it. I think I made it up… ugh, this is going to drive me nuts.

Sam’s still limping. Didn’t take him to the vet today. I think my mom’s putting it off because we can’t really afford to go. *sigh* I wish I knew how to be a dog-chiropractor.

Ok off to bed now. night.

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

I couldn’t believe how bad today turned out. First thing in the morning, before my day had really even started, I almost hit someone at school. I took the car today, and they stepped right up to the edge of the sidewalk like they were going to go, so I stopped quickly because I was worried they were going to step out in front of me, but he stayed stopped so I went, but right as I went he went, so it was just awkward. Ugh. I hate pedestrians. I hate being a pedestrian too, for the same reason.

I was late to class because we’d gotten out of the house so late.

Today was multiple choice Tuesday in math, so my shoulder buddy and I had to stand up and explain how to solve the problem we were presented. The people before us had gone, and my shoulder buddy was acting like it was our turn to go, and no one was saying anything, so I stood up like I was ready to go. My teacher was like, NO NO NO! so I was stuck standing there awkwardly while he freaked out. I sat down, but was slightly embarrassed. Eventually we went, and that was fine. A few groups later, someone tripped and used my desk to catch themselves. Which only strengthened my belief that I had a bad aura around me today. I could almost feel it, pushing at me from behind. It’s a weird thing to explain. I saw it as a sickly yellow though.

On my way to college after second period, a really mangy coyote ran out in front of me. Not even a block away from school. I slammed on my breaks, seeing in an instant myself hitting and killing it, and it’s poor lifeless body lying in the middle of the road. Thankfully I didn’t actually hit it, and it got to the other side of the road. It stood there and watched me while I almost had a panic attack in the car. I sat there for what felt like forever but what was probably 30 seconds, looking back at it, and then it left, and a car pulled up behind me, so I continued down the road. I almost considered going home. I wanted to just lie in bed and cry. I felt so bad. If I’d’ve hit it, I would’ve gone home.

I made it to college without any other incidents, but I was really on edge the whole ride over. I watched the edges of the road very closely to make sure nothing was going to jump out at me, and I almost swerved into the other lane when I spaced out for a fraction of a second and then saw a woman walking her dog. Everything was fine for the most part though. I got to college and parked and just sat in the car for a moment, needing a moment to myself. Then I went to the cafeteria, sat down with a girl I used to be “friends” with (I hung out with her group, but I was never really a part of it, during freshman year) and ate my lunch. I hung my overcoat on the back of my chair. My friend had to leave, but R from pottery (the guy I sit next to) was a few tables away, so I just got up and went and sat with him. I still had about… 40 minutes, if not more, before my class started, so I just sat and read 1984 and texted Amber. Finally the time came to go to class, when I realized I didn’t have my overcoat. I was like, seriously, I’m going to have lost ANOTHER thing. I was super irritated with myself. Then I remembered where I’d left it and went to check. It was still there thankfully.

I went to Botany, then realized I was supposed to print out the bibliography for the experiment we’re doing. Which I only had two links for because I forgot to finish it last night. I was really ready to be done with my day at this point. Class slowly went on and I tried to take as many notes as possible since I don’t have a book to use any more. Finally class ended and I went to Pottery. Which was actually fun. Most if not all of the class was spent looking for “that’s what she said” jokes. We actually found a lot. And they were funny too. While we were joking around I was working on my 3^rd project. I’m making a fish-cup thing. Basically it’s going to be this enormus cup, except it’ll have a lid on it. And be impossible to clean because it’s ridiculously difficult to get your hand inside anymore. That’s what she said. Anyway, I’m excited to be doing that, but I’m behind on my other projects some how. I hate how much stuff we have to do. I’ve done everything, but it’s all disappeared. Ugh.

I came straight home after class and then took an hour nap. Today was horrible and I’m glad it’s over.

Driving And Dogs Are Dangerous

I got to sleep in today which was soooo nice. I can’t even explain how wonderful getting more than 6 straight hours of sleep felt. I usually don’t dream until after my 8^th hour of sleep, but even if I dream and only get 4 hours of sleep, I always feel more rested than if I hadn’t dreamt at all. I had several bizarre dreams, one involving me and a trident protecting a horse standing on a telephone wire, positioned so that the wire was suspended over this horrendous amount of space between it and the ocean, from these weird blue cows by zapping them with the trident. You’re all jealous that your dreams aren’t this awesome aren’t you. It’s ok. We can’t all be this awesome.

Today I cleaned my room in search of the charger for my camera. I can’t believe I’ve lost it already. Thankfully the cord to download pictures also doubles as a charger. Oh! I forgot I have some awesome bee pictures to post. Yay! Anyway, my room has been… slightly organized. And when I say organized, I mean I took all of the large plastic tubs that were full of Christmas junk and threw them up in the attic, along with a few other misc items that were in the way. Which reminds me. Buttercup always hates it whenever I get up in the attic. She gets all excited but wants to come up there with me to help. She’s a goof. Today she figured out how to climb up into the attic, due to the staggered heights of the large furniture and the little outcropping thing that is the space above the stairs to the garage. Once she had climbed up to see me, Kira needed to be up with me too. I had to pick Buttercup up from the outcropping thing, but Kira jumped right up without any problem. She came cowering over to me like she’d just broken the worst rule ever though, which was weird. She was pressed so low to the ground I was surprised she could move. Sam felt neglected and tried to climb up to see me too, but the first step was too much to try without a running start for him. So I climbed back down and to give him some love. When I turned around to climb back up, this is what I saw.

The dogs kept moving so I couldn’t get a shot that wasn’t blurry, but you get the idea. They were being silly and cute.

 Also, here’s a picture I got of Kira barking.

She was about a two steps below the top most step, and I was standing on the back step of the house. My cameras zoom is amazing. Just wait until you see the bee pictures.

Oh! But before any of this happened, I gave my sister a ride to this little convenience store so she could do a project with some guys. We got a starbucks on the way there, and then on the way home I decided to drive past the houses that have the awesome smelling yards, just to see what they look like in winter. While driving back from seeing the yards, I almost ran over two chiwawas. I had just picked up my starbucks to take a drink, I was going really slow and looking out the window at the yards in this really residential area, when I check the road in time to see this little dog in a bright pink poncho run out in front of the car. I slammed on the breaks, starbucks still being drunk from, and watched as a second dog, similarly dressed, appeared from out of the blind spot in the front of the car. They crossed the (virtually one lane) road and began playing in the yard. I was so freaked out. I could’ve easily run them over. No one was around or anything, which made it worse because I would’ve had no idea what to do if I’d hit one. I just kept driving and watched as they played in the yard. I went directly home after that.

Sometime after cleaning my room, my sister called to say my dad had called her to ask about having dinner with us tonight. He said he’d drive up here to eat with us. So we said yes and at 6 he came and picked us up and we went to Kid Valley down on the water. It was actually pretty good. I’d never been there before and didn’t hate it. We talked/ate for about an hour and a half and then he took us home and that was that. It was actually kind of nice. Just long enough to say hello, but not long enough to get tired of being around him. Yet another reason why he needs to pay for the insurance on the car. If I could get places, I would probably go down to see him a little more often.
We went over to J’s and played taboo around 10 and then watched Borat. OMG. That movie is terrible. I couldn’t even believe what he did and said. J laughed at me through most of the movie because my face was always in some ridiculous state of shock after every sentence. It was ridiculous.

Then I came home and wrote this while sleeping because I’m so tired I can barely think but need to complete this post to make sure I am doing my job to document my life successfully. Now that that’s done, good night!

College Is Awesome, And Freaking Me Out

I don’t think I can go back to high school again. I’m too far into college life now to be able to handle suffering through the hells of high schools hallways. People are so much nicer in college. Like SO much nicer. I went back to high school after college to do some math stuff, and I was barely there five minutes when a fight almost broke out. Guys are such idiots. They really irritate me sometimes.

I didn’t really tell you all what happened yesterday. It was actually really fun. I laughed constantly in Botany. We are definitely the loudest group, and certainly the ones that have the most fun. Everyone else is quiet and boring, and they were all finished with the lab half an hour before class got out. My group slowed way down in productivity when it became apparent that “that’s what she said” was applicable when it came to the size and shape of the stems we were looking at. And the hairiness of them. I also told them about the dream I had which involved a bunch of worms coming out of one of the pots next to my bed, and then a disgustingly large one (about as big as my leg) that tried to come out of the pot and eat me. It was large, slippery, and pink. Lol. In pottery I threw the tallest thing I’ve ever (I was throwing for about 5 hours) made multiple times. And after getting this spiral of clay up to over a foot in height and successfully bringing it back down again, I managed to ruin the pot I tried to build. I tried lifting it too much. I need to work on that. But I did make one thing that was kind of cool, so I’ll be working on that on Tuesday.

Now that I’ve done that little summary, here’s what happened today. My mom has been planning to let me use the car today all week so I would’ve gotten to use the car even if she wasn’t sick and had stayed home. I drove my sister and I to school, then left right after a group test in math. Because it was a late start, I only got to the college half an hour before I would’ve on a normal day. It was nice being able to get there early and get my work done though. I couldn’t find A, and she wasn’t responding to my texts, so I sat with S, a girl I’ve known for a while but never really gotten to know (she was in my bio class last year and ended up being our student rep for the last half of the year), and K, whose group I was in freshman year. I still wonder why I was ever in that group though. I had nothing in common with any of those people. C was the only one I ever talked to. *shakes head* I’m a weird person. None of them even liked me lol. But anyways, I sat with S and K, and started some botany work that I hadn’t finished last night.

This really, and when I say really I mean REALLY, cute guy sat down with us a few minutes later. He knows K, which isn’t really surprising because she always has hot guy friends. He was kind of distracting at first to be honest. And then after glancing at him a few times, I realized just how amazingly gorgeous his and S’s babies would be if they had kids. S is really pretty and has great skin complexion and a good body type, and he fit the definition of tall dark and handsome to a T (he’s Uruguayan but looks Persian). If he had been if the slightest bit more built, there would’ve been chaos. Not kidding. My friend B, who was going to get a ride home from S, came and sat down with us. I love B. She’s big, black, and not afraid to say what she thinks. She’s hilarious. She looked at the guy, whose name I never heard, and was like “you are really sexy”. He just smiled and said thanks, but everyone else was laughing. I could not stop. I couldn’t believe she really just said that, especially since he was 21 and everyone else at the table was 16.

Between laughs I was like, omg B I love you. She was like, What, he’s sittin’ over there lookin’ all sexy and shit, typin’ away on his keyboard. Which he was. He then had a very in depth conversation with S about whether she should date a certain guy she liked, or a different guy who she liked better. It was like, ok really, he cannot be that good looking and sit here and give a 16 year old relationship advice. I was really tempted to just tell the two of them to go find a room just so they could make a baby. I’m not kidding, that child would be god-like. It irritates me when people with amazing genes don’t join up for the sake of passing them on. If I looked like that, that’s what I’d do.

All at once everyone had to leave for some reason or other, leaving me alone with this guy. He was like, you just got ditched bud, how’d that happen. I was like, I dunno, apparently they don’t really like me. He said he was in the same boat. I just sort of laughed and then put my nose in a book. What was I supposed to talk to him about? He was straight and wanted to be an engineer, I’m a queer who wants to be a pioneer. Yes, I really just said that. lol. But seriously. I just sat there and finished my hw, and then after about half an hour got up to leave. While I was putting my stuff away he mouthed the question “is she cute?” and indicated the girl who had sat next to him ten minutes ago. I made an Eh face, did an iffy shrug and got up to leave. He nodded in understanding and we said goodbye and off to botany I went. I’m sorry I didn’t take a picture of him. He woul’d’ve won the Eye Candy competition. *sigh* Except for his fangs. In todays world though, that really only adds to his appeal. It’s kind of disgusting how attractive he is actually.

After class I drove home and was eating top ramen before 1. Then I went back to the high school, remeasured the stuff for the math final and left. At 4 I went to the public library with M from History to work on our final, only to find out I didn’t actually need to. I drove her home after we talked for an hour, and when I got home and told my mom, she was… almost excited. She was like, You broke the law?! But she said it like it was a good thing and had half a smile on her face. It made me laugh. This is why I’m a good-kid not-so-nice-person. My house has no consequences.

Willow’s Big Adventure

I was supposed to be getting together with my family tonight but instead I went on an adventure with R. I asked my mom pretty much right after I woke up if I could go and then called R to ask her. I wanted to be home in time to get to the family thing at 4 but it didn’t work out that way. So here’s what happened.

First, R and I needed a starbucks. Then I decided we needed to go to Pier 1 because starbucks was selling recycled glass cups that made me want to look at the ones at Pier 1. I thought it was in South Hill mall but it’s actually in South Center. So we were going to the wrong place from the start. Somehow we ended up at Ikea, which is halfway to my aunts house and the wrong direction from where we wanted to go. So I was like, oh I can just get to my aunt’s from here, let’s just go there since it was 3:40 at that point anyway. So we start driving and some how we end up in Des Moines. Then we turn somewhere and we’re suddenly at Emerald Downs, which is ¾ of the way to my dads house (and a hoarse racing track). So I’m like, oh, I know where we are, let’s go this way. That took us to Green River which was sketchy. The view of the mountain was nice though. At this point I put out some sensor thingys (energy stuffs) and started guiding us that way. Once I did that we ended up back at Ikea which seriously irriated R but also made her laugh hysterically. And considering I had noooo idea where I was going, I think I did an alright job. With my new instructions we made it to the city my aunt lives in, and we passed building’s I’d been in before.

But, determined to get there on my own, I didn’t call anyone. So we drove everywhere on a left, right, straight direction basis. We ended up on a street I thought I knew, but I think we didn’t turn when we should’ve which messed us up. I literally had no idea where I was. We were driving down residential areas places I’d never been before. Completely lost in no mans land. Anyway, after a few turns we ended up just down the street from house that my family looked at when we were house shopping. So I knew exactly where we were and after like three turns had us magically back in downtown. I was like, WTF. After driving in a huge circle for an hour and a half, I managed to get myself back home. Unfortunately this meant I was stuck at home because my mom had already left for the family thing and I had no way to get there. It was fun though. I just knit my second glove and watched Troy lol.

Also, I’ve managed to loose the basket I made! I’m soooo irritated. How the freak do you loose something like that?! and then I lost one of my five knitting needles which I’ve had for at least four years now. ugh. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve looked everywhere for the basket though and cannot find it. I even looked under the piano and all the chairs (including the two couches) to make sure it wasn’t hidden somewhere weird because of a dog. I checked under my bed and looked through my laundry to see if I’d put it in there without thinking about it. I’m going to have to look for it tomorrow I think.

Happy new years everyone. It’s weird to think that a whole year has gone by again. I’ll be 17 in two months. I’ll be in France in 6. Sam’s now 12 or 13. He’s been having trouble walking around on the hardwoods and has been sleeping a lot more. He won’t put pressure on his back right leg sometimes either.

Ok, I’m about to fall asleep. All we did for new years was have a cheese quesadillas and go over to J’s for half an hour to have some champagne.

Gasp! I just realized that this is the last post of the year! Oh my gosh! What’s my last word going to be?! I’m too tired to think of something amazing. How about, The End. No, that won’t do. Maybe, End Side A(?) Please flip over tape for the rest of the story? whatever. Wait until tomorrow and see what you get.