oh mister sun, sun, fucking hateful sun, burn all the skin off of meee
right, before i start on my tyraid of words, everyone listen to "waste of paint" and "the calendar hung itself" by bright eyes. the lyrics are amazingly deep, they are like every poem you have ever read that is amazing and touches you crammed into a song.
right, well, onto less important things
let us start with the misgivings of yesterday, and then move onto today.
WEDNESDAY, June 16
blah blah blah day exam HOLY SHIT MATH blah monotony stalk braden HOME. ok, tanning extravaganza is what i am thinking, so i go lie down in the middle of my lawn for two straight hours in my bikini working on my pencil crayon drawing and sliwly drivign myself deaf via good music. not to mention practically swimming in sage, sweetgrass and other insence. ok, so, quick break for sky to throw temper tantrum, and back to tanning. anyways, two hours later, and still waiting for that last cloud before goign inside, i am startign to feel a little anxious, and am startign to get feeligs of, 'oh, i feel like i am slightly on fire'. so i lay there for a good ten minutes. i get inside, my arms are a tad red. by evening, i am in fully fledged crab mode. everything on my anatomy involvign the word "back" is completly burned. so my mother with her lovely traditional solutions completly covers me with sour cream. oh goody. fresh tacos anyone?
THURSDAY, June 17
"oh bloody hell, i just bloody bled on my bleeding carpet" it the quote for today.ok, so here i was, after a lovely art final which i put everyting i possibly could into, and my choral exam, which went amazingly well, and he practically told me i would get solos in the future (MUSICAAAAAL AHAHAHAA take that jenni bee) ahem, i went home, and spend my day 'working'. i burned my finger severly..as in, i think i got a first degree burn because i stuck my finger in molten marshmallow. kids, if it looks brown and on fire, it probably is. ok then, to add to the trauma list, i went biking in shorts and sandals, because i was too cool for pants and normal shoes. and yet again tried to daunt gravity with my supa cool skillz. as in, i tried to see how close i coudl get to the edge of the curb without falling off..lets just say, swervign to the edge is not the right way to go about starting this excersize. anyways..leaving half of my skin on my legs behind on the pavement woudl be an accurate discription of my wonderous move. anyways, i hobbleed home wiht my one immobile leg ableedign constantly into my sandle, pedalling with the other. anwyays. i sat in my bathtub crying nearly while washign my bloody self with a red rag. yay.. what fun...oh yes, i was also contemplating the peroxide to come (peroxide is hereby officially invented my nazis) and talking to my imaginary little person friend. lovely, i will exuent! someone needs to get me a padded cage for christmas, so i will not hurt myself.
bloody computer and it's lack of words to discribe my mood, because "hurt" "in pain" and "i want to kill livejournal now" were not options. so i am officially numb. quite literally. while blood trickels down my leg. good night.
right, well, onto less important things
let us start with the misgivings of yesterday, and then move onto today.
WEDNESDAY, June 16
blah blah blah day exam HOLY SHIT MATH blah monotony stalk braden HOME. ok, tanning extravaganza is what i am thinking, so i go lie down in the middle of my lawn for two straight hours in my bikini working on my pencil crayon drawing and sliwly drivign myself deaf via good music. not to mention practically swimming in sage, sweetgrass and other insence. ok, so, quick break for sky to throw temper tantrum, and back to tanning. anyways, two hours later, and still waiting for that last cloud before goign inside, i am startign to feel a little anxious, and am startign to get feeligs of, 'oh, i feel like i am slightly on fire'. so i lay there for a good ten minutes. i get inside, my arms are a tad red. by evening, i am in fully fledged crab mode. everything on my anatomy involvign the word "back" is completly burned. so my mother with her lovely traditional solutions completly covers me with sour cream. oh goody. fresh tacos anyone?
THURSDAY, June 17
"oh bloody hell, i just bloody bled on my bleeding carpet" it the quote for today.ok, so here i was, after a lovely art final which i put everyting i possibly could into, and my choral exam, which went amazingly well, and he practically told me i would get solos in the future (MUSICAAAAAL AHAHAHAA take that jenni bee) ahem, i went home, and spend my day 'working'. i burned my finger severly..as in, i think i got a first degree burn because i stuck my finger in molten marshmallow. kids, if it looks brown and on fire, it probably is. ok then, to add to the trauma list, i went biking in shorts and sandals, because i was too cool for pants and normal shoes. and yet again tried to daunt gravity with my supa cool skillz. as in, i tried to see how close i coudl get to the edge of the curb without falling off..lets just say, swervign to the edge is not the right way to go about starting this excersize. anyways..leaving half of my skin on my legs behind on the pavement woudl be an accurate discription of my wonderous move. anyways, i hobbleed home wiht my one immobile leg ableedign constantly into my sandle, pedalling with the other. anwyays. i sat in my bathtub crying nearly while washign my bloody self with a red rag. yay.. what fun...oh yes, i was also contemplating the peroxide to come (peroxide is hereby officially invented my nazis) and talking to my imaginary little person friend. lovely, i will exuent! someone needs to get me a padded cage for christmas, so i will not hurt myself.
bloody computer and it's lack of words to discribe my mood, because "hurt" "in pain" and "i want to kill livejournal now" were not options. so i am officially numb. quite literally. while blood trickels down my leg. good night.