Day 63 of San Diego

RABBIT CHANGED HIS GENDER!!!!!

Rabbit, from the band Steam Powered Giraffe, decided to turn into a girl. He'll even change his stage look as well as his real life appearance. I accept this change... but I'm... shocked. I LOVED RABBIT! I ADORED HIM AS A MAN!!! Yet I accept his decision. I respect him just as much. 

Anyway, I'm spending the night at Bryndis's. Tomorrow will be our big day: the concert!!! And on Sunday, it will be as busy. LETS HEAR IT FOR THE SEAHAWKS!!!

My college supported the Hawks today with a chant and pictures:

Day 62 of San Diego

I want to make a mental note: I'm not close to my period and my depression has gotten worse over the course of this week. Then again, my dog did die three days after my birthday. And it happened at the start of this week. Is Benny's death affecting me more than I know? Possibly. I could easily be numbing everything out. However, I have been substantially angry to the point I would love to beat the Holy Christ out of someone whom deserved it. Or I could simply cry in a corner for hours. Either one would do the job.

I'm going to make this post quick. I have large bags under my eyes and I'm tired. I had horrible sleep last night. I've decided to set the vibration of my phone on silent. Since I have a new phone, my alarm's music is working. Huzzah.

I just finished watching The Incredibles. That movie is... well... incredible! Memorable, full of heartwarming and heart-sinking moments, hilarious - family friendly to its best. Every actor who played in the film are also great. Jason Lee - too funny.

My school hours were rather educational. In math I learned my teacher is 27. Told you he was young. Two of the girls suddenly became peachy when hearing the news. But these broads wouldn't stand a chance... One acts like (and looks like) Lee; a Kanker sister from the brilliant old T.V. show "Ed, Edd, 'n' Eddy." Although her hair color is black, she has the same attitude and same hideous features as Lee. Charming.

Philosophy... yea. That's all there is to it.

Hey, does anyone out there like Jaguars (the car brand)? Of course you do. I'm stupid to even question that. Check out this Jaguar commercial and tell me that that commercial wouldn't convince you to buy a Jaguar EVEN MORE.

Day 61 of San Diego

It's interesting how my dad screams and bitches at Angel for doing something as minuscule as eating bits of cat litter before throwing her outside, when he feels guilty he didn't spend enough time with Benny. It's interesting how my dad works. Very interesting. 

Today was fine. Just another day. I went to my second to last chiropractic session this evening. On Monday, I'll have an X-Ray of my spine for synopsis on how it's doing. I'm sure it's straighter than it was.

I'm kicking ass on my Walking Dead comics. I'm almost done with Season One. I never knew there was a Season Two of comics. I'll need to save up in order to buy the next set. I think it's a $100. Ouch. My wallet felt that before I remembered the price. 

I woke up this morning feeling hopeless. I don't know what that was all about. I almost skipped school. I said to myself, "I'm done with school." And then I got dressed and left. 

On the brighter side, check out my awesome Creeper sweatshirt!! Mason bought me one for my birthday, but it was too small. So, we gave the small one to Jaylee and mom bought me a new one. Face it, I'm the bomb. 

Day 60 of San Diego

Looks like Chrome is going to neglect me again... That's fine. That's why I have a Blogger app. Just in case I'm Scroogled. 

The family is still recovering from the recent loss of Benny. We witness all the little things that are different without Benny: using one dog bowl; not yelling at Angel for chewing on his ear; no howls from him, asking for dinner; buying less dog food...

I feel bad for Angel. Does she know Benny is gone? Has she known that he would pass away soon? Does she miss him? I wonder if Benny visits her even in the afterlife. 

We're letting Angel in more. We're training her to be an indoor dog. But that's tough considering she's energetic. 

Dad made that decision. 

He never brought the dogs in. 

I think after Benny passed, he realized he wanted to spend more time with him or show him the deserved love. Angel the same. I guess Benny's death was an intervention. 

I'm glad. I'm glad we're bringing Angel inside and training her to be a household dog. She's no lap dog, though. Although she acts like it at times. 

My day was okay. I took it easy. Math was fine. Philosophy was fine. But when I started to drive home, I felt relieved. 

I only had one homework assignment due today. A philosophy test. I passed with an 80%. Not bad, huh?

After homework, I enjoyed spending time with a friend on IMVU as well as hanging out with Mason. 

My friend and I love messing with people who enter the public chat room we chill in. We're not jerks to them. We only make ourselves look like the goofs. Here's an example: Keven (my friend) and I were acting like football announcers. We would narrate everyone's movement or what they would say and connect it to football language. Each time someone was being an ass, I shouted, "TOUCHDOWN, SEAHAWKS!" and booted the idiot out of the room. 

Has anyone seen the show Impractical Jokers? Supposedly there's a game they play with strangers where they ask them for a high five and see if they receive one. Keven and I played that once on IMVU. But today, it became a reality. I was waiting for my math class to start. Soon, a group of students entered the hallway, giving people high fives. They came to me and held up a hand. I gave each of them high fives. It actually put a smile on my face. My first smile of the day. 

Well, I best sign off of here. In a couple of hours, I'm going to be doing this: 

Day 59 of San Diego

Rest in peace, Benny. We will forever love and miss you. You were a great dog. Say Hi to Cody and Sammy for us. Tell them that we love and miss them, too. <3

Day 58 of San Diego

I don't have much to say about today. It was laid back. I woke up still full from last night's dinner. Got to love Benihana's.

The good news is that my appetite is back and I haven't felt sick for a couple days. Yippee! Knock on wood, right?

I took a walk today. It's interesting - Washington State is warmer than states closer to the equator. Meaning, Illinois is TOTALLY colder than Washington... Why? I think it's called a Heat Front. Heat is pushing cold air over Washington and allowing it to hit Middle/East America.

I'm slightly jealous.

But then again, if my school was open during that Cold Front, I would be screwed. I wouldn't want to drive.

I miss my snow, though. <3

Maybe we'll have a white winter in December?

Alright, that's all I have to say. Really guys. Nothing happened. What am I supposed to write? Chuck Norris jokes?

...

Chuck Norris had sex with a hooker in a semi-truck. One sperm hit the truck's seat. That semi-truck is now called Optimus Prime.

THANK YOU!! NO NEED FOR AN APPLAUSE! THANK YOU!!! YOU'RE TOO KIND!

Hungary Birds

“On a good day in the field, a birder might see a flock of birds,” writes photographer Réka Zsimon of this photo of great egrets in the tidal area of the Danube in Hungary. (By: Réka Zsimon)

Day 57 of San Diego

HAPPY 20th TO MEEEEEE!!! 

I'm no longer a teen. 

I'm a grown woman.

I can ALMOST do everything. Almost. When I turn 21, then I can safely say I can do everything - like win tickets from a radio station for the NFC Championships.

Before heading to the birthday party, mom, dad, and I went to the AT&T store to buy me a new iPhone. I have the new iPhone 5S. It's lovely! Fast, cool additives... THANKS PARENTS! 

The birthday party was at my uncle's and aunt's house, celebrating my birthday and my cousin's, Jaylee. 

We had a great party. I got some neat gifts. 

Afterwards, the parents and I celebrated my birthday at Benihana's. The food was, like always, delicious. 

Now I'm home! Resting my full tummy while watching Ghost Adventures. <3 

Day 56 of San Diego

Quick post. I feel as if I caught the Flu. 

I took my math test, I almost fell asleep in Philosophy, I drove home to pick up mom, (I picked her up at 7:15 AM. I had to get up early) I drove to my haircut appointment and now I'm here, forcing myself to eat to kill off this headache. 

God, wherever you are, please allow me to feel better before my birthday party starts. 

Day 55 of San Diego

I guess everyone's upset over Sherman blowing up on television about what Crabtrea... Crabtree... Crab guy said to him. I watched his rant on YouTube. I couldn't completely understand what Sherman was yelling, but I heard the announcer lady ask, "What did he say to you?" I'm assuming Craboak pushed some buttons.

I understand where people are coming from. Sherman shouldn't of exploded on television to get his feelings out for what Crabevergreen said. There's billboards spreading across the nation with Sherman's face in mid-scream and the caption "No class" underneath. Hopefully Sherman learned his lesson - don't have a temper tantrum on live television or you'll become famous in the way you weren't wishing upon.

Today was cool. Math was INTENSE. We learned exponents. It was review for me. I would never forget exponents... Those dirty, rotten THIEVES.

Why are they thieves? Yea, that's a good question...

I was able to talk to my math teacher, Hugh, this morning. I had a question on what addition means when dealing with exponential equations. He's a neat guy! I would totally hang out with him after class if I didn't have Philosophy. I swear he's in his late twenties. I wouldn't go as far as thirties, though. However, I'm not going to get myself into an awkward situation with Hugh telling me to go find friends my own age. I don't think he would blatantly SAY that, but I think he wants to keep his relationships with his students a student-teacher relationship.

I've already had a lot of unnecessary put-downs by teachers whom I befriended in the past i.e. Daniel.

Actually, I was thinking about him today. I was thinking about over the summer, I would go on a quest to find him and finally get our closure. Yet I highly doubt that's ever going to occur. It's as doubtful as seeing Daniel moseying about the street and I HAPPEN to bump into him. But, I do hope for it.

It's been a while since I've thought about him. Every blue moon after my period cycle, during my hormones's rampage, my memories of him will stir and cause me to remember what he did. Well, what he allegedly did.

I have TOO many questions to ask him. Some I can't even fathom thinking about... I can't even write them out.

Enough of this emotional garble! Let's continue with my day:

Philosophy wasn't too bad. But before Philosophy was the awesome part.

I WAS SOCIAL!

Yes, you read that right! Two dudes started talking to me today. Like... out of nowhere. After talking to Ali (a guy I know from ENGL 101) and his friend, I walked to the cafeteria for some brunch. A guy bouncing a ball noticed my beanie and asked, "Is that a Gears of War hat?" This same guy came up to me a couple weeks ago, wondering if my Alcatraz beanie was a reference to Harry Potter.

I told him, "Yes it is." (He was correct on that one) We talked about Gears of War for a little bit, how the Horde mode was rad, before parting ways. When I got into the cafeteria, buying my brunch, I paused at a garbage can to put my chip bag in my backpack. This guy, who was randomly chilling next to the garbage can, started up a conversation with me on egg-rolls. Then we talked about college and how our quarters are. Afterwards, I said goodbye and left for Philosophy.

I came home, did my homework, took a shower, and goofed off on IMVU.

TTFN.

Neighborhood Masterpiece

Like a presiding spirit, the cathedral—duomo in Italian—of Santa Maria del Fiore keeps watch over the streetscapes of Florence, including this block of Via dei Servi, a few hundred yards northeast of the church. (By: Dave Yoder)

Day 54 of San Diego

I figured out what was wrong with Chrome.

You know the toolbar under your search bar? One was glitching and making itself a little larger than it should be. All I had to do was hide it and viola, I don't have an issue anymore.

I'm glad it was easily solved.

Today was long. In Math, I feel utterly alone now since the guy who I sat next to decided to move up a seat. Sexist? I don't know what his deal is but I was enjoying his quiet company.

Speaking of quiet, I was chewing gum while listening to my Math teacher teach, and as I chewed my gum SILENTLY, behind me I hear someone mashing down on their piece of gum. I thought to myself, "Must be a girl." Nope. It was a dude. Totally disgusted, I wanted to throw out my gum and avoid chewing gum the whole day. However, whenever I start chewing gum, I can never break the habit.

Philosophy was alright.

English was not bad. We did have a workshop after practicing our writing techniques. The newest member in our group, Kendall, participated. I think our group has made a decision on what the setting will be in the story: something similar to the characters meeting each other unintentionally through a broken down bus accident or a shut off elevator... Kind of like a Breakfast Club scenario.

Okay, I ought to hit the hay. I've been sleeping well surprisingly. Let's keep it up, brain!

Backcountry Blue

Canada's Yukon backcountry hides sublime surprises, such as Azure Lake in the rugged Ogilvie Mountains. Glacial meltwater laden with fine sediment lends the lake its namesake color. (By: Paul Nicklen)

Day 53 of San Diego

My day was alright. I spent time with Bryndis since her class was canceled. Sucked to be her because her other class didn't start until 12:30. It was only 9:30. But after my math class, I hung out with her near my philosophy class. We talked story. She cut her hair as short as Claire's in the Breakfast Club. She's never cut it that short. It looks good on her!

My hair is going to get cut on Friday. I'm stoked! 

Tomorrow will be a long day... ENGL... And so far, my group members aren't working with me. I tried, and they don't comply. Let's hope they will comply when we have workshop tomorrow. IF we have workshop tomorrow. 

Hey! Give it up for some truckers who're supporting our Hawks. I took these pictures on the way to school:

Day 52 of San Diego

It looks like I'm going to be using my phone for a while to post my posts. I wanted to check my stats on how many views I grabbed after posting my Seahawks post from yesterday, but Internet Explorer is freaking out and Chrome is doing the same. 

Today was cool. Glad I got a break. I hung out with my cousin Elise. Her birthday was today. She turned 20. 

I TURN TWENTY IN FIVE DAYS, YO!!!!!!!

This week is quite exciting so far. :)

Day 51 of San Diego

NFC CHAMPIONS!!!!!!! NFC CHAMPIONS!!!!!!! SEAHAWKS ARE THE NFC CHAMPIONS AND WE DESERVE IT!!!!! OFF TO THE SUPERBOWL, BABY!!!!!

I'M GOING TO WRITE THIS POST ALL IN CAPS BECAUSE I AM SO PROUD!!!!! THE LEGION OF BOOM DID IT!!!! WE DEFEATED OUR RIVALS, THE 49ERS, IN A FAIR, INTENSE GAME!!!! GOOD JOB TO THE HAWKS AND WELL DONE FOR THE 49ERS ON THEIR EFFORTS TO GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL THEMSELVES!!!! BUT THIS YEAR, IT IS OUR TURN!!!!!

THE FAMILY COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!! WE SCREAMED! WE HOLLERED! WE CHEERED! AND WE GOT TEARY-EYED!!!! IN THE END, WE DID IT!!!!

NEXT UP IS THE BRONCOS VS. THE SEAHAWKS!!!! WE CAN DO THIS, BABY!!!!! WE CAN WIN THIS SUPERBOWL!!!! FAIR AND SQUARE! NO BAD CALLS!!! WE DESERVE IT!

Day 50 of San Diego

Hey readers. 

I think I'm catching the Flu. Or my ass is being kicked by stress. 

I don't want to take much time in writing this post. I need my sleep. I don't want to talk about yesterday (maybe I will in the next post if you're so curious). I just need my rest before I do catch something nasty. 

I'm already on my period. That's nasty enough. 

Since I'm not on my computer typing this post, I'll post a picture of a beautiful Parakeet that I wish to own some day:

 

Day 49 of San Diego

My day sucked.

Winter Layers

Having gorged on salmon to lay on fat for hibernation, a grizzly wears a coat of ice in Canada's Yukon. (By: Paul Nicklen)

Day 48 of San Diego

I almost befriended a duck today. But I'll get to that story later!

Before meeting a duck, I learned math. Before math, I woke up feeling like smashed poop. I had better sleep last night, yet it still wasn't the greatest. I might have to take medication tomorrow night to fall asleep solidly. I'm waking up early on Saturday because I want to take up running (My goal is to run Disney in August). And since my mom and dad are in a walk/run group, they invited me to their meets. The only troublesome thing is... a girl who's also on the team has some sort of ADD/Down Syndrome/Super Hyper disease. You can't understand her because her voice is shaking too much over her random adrenaline. Yikes. Not looking forward to that.

After math, Bryndis wanted me to help her with taking pictures for her photography class. I said Sure since I don't have Philosophy until an hour later. I hooked up with Bryndis at the roundabout, we crossed the street off of campus, and entered a nearby park. The fog turned out to be a really neat fixture on the fields. We took pictures with a baseball bat and ball while also goofing off. I wanted to skip Philosophy, but I'm glad I didn't. I need all the information I can get from that class in order to successfully pass.

When we started leaving, I found myself drawn to this pond. Ducks swam in the distance. Except for one. I walked to the edge of the cement walkway, telling Bryndis I was going to touch the duck. As I went down a dirt slope, coming closer to the duck, the duck decided to get out of the water and walk up to me! Stunned, I stopped and knelt. I didn't know whether ducks attacked or they are just curious. So, I held out my hand, waiting for the duck to come up to me, but he stayed put. Unless I started walking towards him. It was hilariously cute! Each step I took, the duck would slowly go forward as if he wanted to meet me at some point.

Yet I chickened out in the end. I didn't want to scream like a girl because the duck attacked me.

I left feeling bad I didn't touch a duck. Next time, though. Next time.

That's it! My day was okay. Came home, played on the computer... Now I'm here.

Here's the picture of the pond the duck was in:

Day 47 of San Diego

My sleeping habits are awful. I keep dreaming! And I don't remember about what!!! Which pisses me off MORE!!!! BECAUSE MY BRAIN COULD HAVE TOLD ME THE WINNING MEGA MILLION TICKET NUMBERS!!!!!! Damn.

Today was tiring because I had English. I didn't have to deal with my nerdy teammates. Surprisingly, that bummed me out. 

I think someone was added to our group. A girl named Kendall. I dealt with her before. She's okay. 

Hey! Want to know something AWESOME?! Ask Siri on your iPhone who the "best team in the NFL is" and hear her response. 

:)

Now I must go relax for tomorrow is going to be another busy day. On Friday, I have a math test. Hopefully that goes well because I'm not doing the homework...

By the way, is anyone else experiencing gorgeous sunrises and sunsets? We are. Check out this picture I took of a sunrise from a week ago: 

Day 46 of San Diego

Well, someone hacked -TMC-'s server... Mason logged into Rust, realized we were raided, asked for some help until I joined. When I joined, I searched for wood throughout our huts. We wanted to build spikes around our base to avoid intrusion. Instead, while I was searching for wood, I suddenly "committed suicide." Confused and thought only that it was a glitch, I re-spawned in my hut. I opened my door and- BAM! I "committed suicide" again! But this time, I didn't re-spawn back to camp. The person who was invading our base picked up my sleeping bag (because I wasn't quick enough to close my door) in which forced me to spawn elsewhere.

Pissed, I informed Mason of the hacker. No matter how hard we tried to get back to base, we died instantly. We couldn't even get close to home. I told the administrator about the incident. I recorded all of the players on that server during the hack. However, I'm pretty sure a hacker can hide his name while hacking or else he/she would be found out.

The hacker stole mostly everything. Once his job was done, he left for another victim. They began to complain and others said that the hack has been going on for a few days.

I hope the administrator does something. If not, Mason and I are abandoning the game. Currently, we have. We can't do anything about the hack. Only hope for the best.

Other than that, today was tiring. I had crappy sleep last night. I had crappy sleep the night before. But I managed to take a nap when I got home!

Tomorrow will be another long day. I'll be dealing with my nerdy group and discussing about intergalactic, non-gender species. I hope we come to a conclusion that that's not what is happening for our story...

Starry Sight

Close-up of a sea star at Pomene Estuary, Mozambique. (Peet J. van Eeden)

Day 45 of San Diego

I hate group projects. I hate group projects in certain subjects because those certain subjects don't need a group working on a project. Such as creative writing. That subject can be as individual as possible. Here's an example why:

In my English class, there are - let's put this nicely - interesting characters. The class has a multitude of personalities flowing from seat to seat. The only person I feel connected to, and who is on my level of sanity, is the teacher. She's chill. Like me. Everyone else is... out there. BUT! I do fancy (not in THAT way) two guys in my English class. Their names are Chris and Scott. I met them, ironically, in a group session when the teacher had us talk about our character development exercise. They don't over-exaggerate everything they say, they're very humble; I was hoping to hang out with them throughout the quarter.

Well, things change, apparently.

Today, my teacher acknowledged one of my most looked-forward-to projects: Writing a short story for each student to read and comment! I had planned for a while what story I was going to write. I knew everybody would love it - I knew it would become a masterpiece!

However, when the teacher went over the material, she mentioned that...

Wait for it...

... It's a group project...

HOW CAN I WRITE A MASTERPIECE WHEN OTHER PEOPLE ARE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO?! THAT'S A LOAD OF %&#@!!!!

Sorry... I had to get that out...

I'M FURIOUS! How... HOW?! How does that even work?! You're collaborating with other people to make ONE story... I am an INDIVIDUAL writer. Always have been, always will be. I like my ideas and my ideas ONLY (most of the time).

But as the teacher continued telling us that this assignment was a group project, I tried to stay positive. I didn't want to blow a gasket in the middle of class. So, I told myself, "Hey, that's fine! Now you can partner up with Scott and Chris. Perfect!"

Suddenly, the teacher says, "I have picked out your groups."

FUUUUUU-! Why?! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO US, TEACHERS?!

Once again, I had to calm myself and think positively; "Maybe fate is on my side? Maybe our teacher saw how great Scott, Chris and I were getting along? Maybe she'll let us be together once more?!"

As I waited, I heard Chris's name. Mine didn't come up. Then I heard Scott's name. Still, I wasn't called. Finally, the last group was announced... I was with random people whom I never introduced myself to.

I took a deep breath and said, "No problem, no big deal! You'll make new friends! What's so bad about that?"

What went BAD was when the teacher pointed at me and told me she wanted me to switch groups!

But in the moment, I thought that was a WONDERFUL idea! "Now I'll be paired up with either Chris OR Scott!" I told myself happily.

Nope.

Our teacher pointed me in the direction of a two-man group... They sat in the back of the class in a corner... alone...

I sighed. These guys look like TOTAL nerds. One guy reminded me of an old friend who sometimes gets on my nerves because of how nerdy he is, and the other guy couldn't stop stuttering. I mean, his stutter was so bad, he rephrased what he already said.

Don't get me wrong! The guys are very nice and open for ideas. I appreciate that. But... REALLY? Nerds?! They are the type of nerds that talk about Sci-Fi, intergalactic, non-gender beings stories! That's not what I'm into!

Maybe I'll be proven wrong. Maybe these guys are geniuses at storytelling and I'll soon find out. That... would actually be a miracle. Because so far, we have NOTHING for our short story.

...

I found the perfect definition to define my father, this evening: Narcissist.

I also found out that I'm genuinely jealous of Mason's intelligence. I don't want to start huffing and puffing about how envious I am towards Mason's memory and how he seems to read paragraphs at the speed of light... I guess I can safely say; I don't like myself. I wish I was like Mason, honestly. I wish I had a stronger memory capacity. I wish I understood difficult vocabulary words. I wish I could read incredibly fast while understanding the meaning within the context!

Oh, I wish I wish I wish!

I wish for a lot of things. But every "wish come true" has a surprising twist.

Day 44 of San Diego

I stayed in bed for almost the whole day today.

And then I got bored of being lazy, went downstairs to see my grandparents, before watching football. I was sort of cheering for the Chargers to win since Mason is down in San Diego. But it was already 4th quarter and Denver was ahead by a couple of touchdowns. Maybe next time, Chargers. 

After football, I watched the Golden Globes. I haven't watched the Golden Globes (or any of the other award-giving events) in a long time. It was great to witness the celebrities enjoying their wins and listening to Tina Fey and Amy Poehler crack jokes. This Golden Globes didn't have too many mess ups. I was waiting for someone to trip on their dress or forget their lines, yet everyone did wonderfully! Congrats! 

I was very excited to see Johnny Depp announce nominations. He looked STUNNING this evening. He even cut his hair.

Does Johnny age? It's like Keanu Reeves. These people DON'T age without any help of cosmetic surgery (so I think)! I hope I have those young genes flowing through MY veins. 

Here's a lovely shot of my future-fantasy-husband, Johnny Depp and his acquaintance, Amber Heard:

Day 43 of San Diego

AMERICAN PSYCHO IS ON NETFLIX!!!!!!!!!!! I'm watching it right now with the parents!!!! I've always wanted to see it! But I thought I would have to pay $30 for a DVD copy. Netflix had updated a couple great movies. I'll check them out tomorrow. Or tonight. Whichever works.

Today was NUTS!!!! The Seahawks beat the Saints by a hair!!! I blame the stormy weather for why the Hawks didn't do their best. Yet the Saints were determined to win that game. The Hawks defense suddenly went to crap during the 3rd quarter. I don't know why that happened. The important part is... WE WON!!!! GO SEAHAWKS!!!!

The rest of my day was fine. I hung out with the family, ate some snacks, watch more football, and talked to Mason. <3

Alright, I need to get back to this movie. It's WEIRD!!! But... I want to keep watching it!!!! 

TTFN!

Searching for Signals

Impoverished African migrants crowd the night shore of Djibouti city, trying to capture inexpensive cell signals from neighboring Somalia—a tenuous link to relatives abroad. For more than 60,000 years our species has been relying on such intimate social connections to spread across the Earth. (By: John Stanmeyer)

Day 42 of San Diego

My Blogger is acting strangely... I don't know why it saved two drafts of post 41, but it did.

If you see duplicates, I apologize. I should probably save all of these posts in a Word document just to be safe.

My day went smoothly. HALLELUJAH! IT IS FRIDAY! Mason and I are playing Rust while I write this post. School went by slowly, but it ended quickly. I was antsy in Philosophy. Man, that class can get boring QUICK. I hope we learn about the meaning of life soon. That stuff is going to be mind boggling.

Today, I smashed my boob on the corner of a heavy, glass cage I was carrying downstairs to clean. If you are a girl and has never had your boob pinched or smashed, let me tell you... it hurts. It didn't even leave a BRUISE. Only a small lump, tender pain, and a red blotch. My breast STILL hurts and it's been a while since I bumped it...

Tomorrow is the Seahawks game. We are going to CRUSH the Saints! Whoot! Go Hawks!

Supposedly, a storm will be occurring at midnight tonight/next morning. I'm hoping it happens. Not enough entertaining weather action going on in Seattle. Only overcast... And some rain. Surprise, surprise.

In any case, I'm not totally prepared for a power outage. We don't have enough wood to keep us warm. Time to hog every blanket!

Tumbling Tumbleweeds

Skeletons of Russian thistle, better known as tumbleweed, pile up in a yard in Lancaster, California. (By: Len Jenshel)

Day 41 of San Diego

You know who I want to cosplay as? I want to cosplay as Deadpool. Maybe a female version of Deadpool. That would be easier on me since I have boobs... They might be hard to hide... Sort of.

Think about it! A female Deadpool?! Talk about a new comedy series! The ratings would shoot out of the roof! ... Or into the ground... if it sucked... BUT I LOVE DEADPOOL! I need to go to one of those "official costumes" stores and search for a Deadpool outfit. I'm sure the cost will be incredibly high, but browsing won't hurt.

Then, when I'm rich and famous... I know what I'LL be GETTING!!!!!!

Hey! I found an awesome channel on YouTube that I would like to sponsor. Though this channel already has 10 million subscribers, I still want people to know it's out there. Please check out the channel Machinima. They have some super badass videos, some hilarious commentaries, AND other cool things that I think my readers/viewers would enjoy.

Anyway, my day was fine. Philosophy is picking up pace and math is slowly getting trickier.

I think I shall leave my post at that. Or this. However way you want to look at it.

Now for something completely different:

  

Day 40 of San Diego

College!

COLLEGE!

Y U NO SETTLE DOWN?!

I'm exhausted. :( Imagine if I decided to get a job on the first day of the year... Yikes. I would be DOOMED. I would be undoubtedly stressed... I would've probably invented a new type of tumor from the excessive stress I would have possibly been encountering. Take that, SCIENCE.

My day was okay. Another day in "paradise." It actually stormed out. I'm driving my mom's X-Terra while Enrico gets a major tune-up and the rain scared the Jesus out of me today while driving home. Since mom's car is a Super Charger, it picks up speed nicely. So, whenever I turn corners or just turn in general, I freak. I think the behemoth will tip over. 60 MPH on a rainy, windy, cold, overcast day doesn't help. Especially if a gust of wind comes through and tugs at my mom's X-Terra. Hope to whoever's in Heaven that no one is beside me during that moment!

Now that I'm home, I'm finally able to relax. I'm chatting with Mason, thinking about probable writing projects, and wondering if I should finish my Walking Dead comic book.

I need to buy the next one soon. Such an amazing series!

Day 39 of San Diego

Quick post because I'm tired! Again...

I had way too much homework. I thought today was going to be easy since I only spent two hours learning random crap. Remember, I have my two hour class on Mondays and Wednesdays. Which also reminds me how much I despise Mondays!! But like I was saying, it wasn't an easy day! Philosophy was one giant lecture, and math was almost a waste of time.

Right when I got home, I focused on homework. I went to my PHIL class's page to find what was due today or tomorrow. Well, before I started that project, I read a long "essay" on philosophy and its history, etc. It took me an HOUR to finish reading it. It was unbelievably boring! I thought I was going to fall asleep as I dragged my eyes through each sentence! It was TORTURE! After reading the "essay" (That's what my teacher called it...), I looked up PHIL homework. Turns out, we haven't learned the stuff that's due tomorrow. I guess I'll have to wait until the next morning to see what I'll be struggling with in the evening, eh?

ENGL homework wasn't too nasty. I had to read a short story and reflect on it. The story was awful (in the sense of how badly it was written. Yet I think it was written by someone famous... So, if that crud can be published, I'm sure MY stories will be published in a snap) but the reflection was simple. It had to be at least 350 words. I did a little over 500. Haha. :)

It's pretty late for waking up at 7 AM and having restless sleeping problems. I should go crash. I'll write tomorrow.

Bearing the Changes

"A polar bear peers up from beneath the melting sea ice on Hudson Bay as the setting midnight sun glows red from the smoke of distant fires during a record-breaking spell of hot weather," writes Paul Souders, who submitted this winning picture to the 2013 National Geographic Photo Contest. "The Manitoba population of polar bears, the southernmost in the world, is particularly threatened by a warming climate and reduced sea ice." (By: Paul Souders)

Day 38 of San Diego

I. Am. Wrecked.

I had the worst sleep last night. I tried to fall asleep before midnight, but that didn't happen... I tossed and turned all night long and conjured up strange dreams. You could say I was nervous about today. Yet I'm happy it's over. It was longer than I expected...

The morning started out smoothly. I met my math teacher first. When he walked in, I thought he was another student. He wore a grey-white plaid shirt with dark blue skinny jeans. His hair was messy and he was a real joker. Right off the bat, he starts playing around. He tells us how he grades and what he doesn't care about. He was super energetic and was eager to meet everyone. I think I can safely predict he is in his mid-to-late twenties. Maybe early thirties. This guy was a trip! Especially when we began talking about music. Since we had only a little bit of time left in class, he went around the room, asking students what their favorite music is. Apparently, my math teacher is a Punk fan. But he was also interested in other people's music types. Some of them he didn't particularly like, however when someone came across somebody our teacher knew, he was ecstatic! He said, "I'm not really "hip" or "with it."" The dude is a character. I think I'll have fun in math.

I'm sketchy with my Philosophy class, though... I totally have the philosophical teacher. Major old school. This guy has got to be in his late sixties to mid-seventies. He stormed into the classroom with a briefcase, a fedora, and a long, fuzzy trench coat. This teacher means business. He was so old school, he wore bowling shoes. No joke. I swear he was wearing bowling shoes. His undercoat matched, too! In color AND with the elbow patches. Crazy. Another thing that blew me away, was his Harry Potter glasses. You guessed it... THEY'RE FACTUAL! I'm hoping during this quarter, my Philosophy teacher doesn't mumble about boring stories on boring philosophers who "came to be." I almost passed out today as he babbled about some... dude... who knew philosophy. Trust me, I wasn't paying attention.

My English class seems reasonable. The teacher was sick today so I won't judge her too much. But I do assume she's a bit of a shy person. How she talked and her body language was sort of a giveaway. My classmates are... interesting... They definitely have a passion for writing. I guess I would be stuck with nerdy literature geeks who are overly exuberant in how they speak when it deals with CREATIVE writing. I think my high school English teacher was right. Writers ARE weird.

By the way, if I said my third class (ENGL) was on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I stand corrected. It's on Mondays and Wednesdays... That's why today was so ungodly long!

Anyway, I need to go to bed if I want to survive the next day. Goodnight, everyone!

Day 37 of San Diego

Ugh! I'm so jealous of those who get to meet Markiplier on Rust! I just watched a video with Mark and Bob playing Rust and meeting some random dude. Mark even called this guy his friend. Dammit! When will I meet someone famous? Someone I desire to meet who is famous! That's my dream! It would be absolutely spectacular if I got to run into Markiplier on Rust. Yet I highly doubt it...

Mason and I play on a server called US West Coast 1, if anybody wanted to know and meet us there. My username is Mega_Bite. I do recommend Rust to those who enjoy survival, first-person games. The only bad thing about Rust are some players. Most of them who play in US West Coast 1 are nice. But every once in a while, a douche-bag will arrive.

Such as what happened last night.

Last night, someone raided me and Mason's base. They blew open the front gate and blew up our storage room's wall to grab our stuff. Mason figured out who the guy was, snatched our stuff back (with the help of the administrator) and banned the guy. The administrator introduced us to another administrator called Ronald and they help us build and gather our base. Ronald and -TMC- are also "bounty hunters." They find people who are being jerks and kill them, stealing their stuff and giving it to the community (or to those who were raided by the bandits)

MARKIPLIER, IF YOU SUDDENLY COME BY THIS BLOG, WHICH WOULD PROBABLY BE THE RAREST OCCASION OF ALL, PLEASE VISIT MASON AND I! IT WOULD BE A WONDERFUL TREAT! <3

I start school tomorrow. I'm a little nervous... I've never stayed at college from 9:30-2:30 since I began. Thankfully, that only happens on Tuesdays and Thursdays. My two hour class that gives me the long schedule is my writing course. Yikes. Let's hope it isn't a waste of time...

Snow Cats

Experts thought cougars rarely socialize, but F51, a female living near Grand Teton National Park, traveled and fed with another female one spring. Eventually the other female adopted one of F51’s kittens. (By: Steve Winter)

Day 36 of San Diego

GODDAMN RUST GAME!!!! So addicting, midnight flashes before my eyes!

I'm playing Rust with Mason. Just about an hour ago, some douche-bag blew up the administrators house. Mason and I thought Shawgo was the administrator. Turns out, he is. And so is a guy named -TMC-. We ratted out the jerks who tried to save themselves from harm after they murdered us for no reason. -TMC- checked the logs, found out Mason and I were telling the truth, stole everything from the perpetrators and befriended us. Now, we have an administrator as a neighbor. Pretty sweet, right?

Yesterday was an alright day. Muggy. Depressed me. But once Mason and I start playing Rust, we become happy campers. Literally.

I'm sure today will end up the same as right now - surviving on Rust with Mason and the administrators. The folks and I planned to take down the Christmas tree, too. I really hate that job... The Christmas tree is a wonderful sight! I can't wait for next Christmas.

Well, I best help Mason build up our fort. See you guys in the next post.

Into The Swarm

Oppression, interaction, collaboration. In the life cycle of nature nothing is lost, but the coexistence of different species is sometimes difficult. In Madagascar there periodically recurs the archaic antagonism between man and the migratory locust, in a circle of life where the two species [compete] for space and food for their survival. Here inside the heavy bag there are in fact locusts that the man caught during the day. (By: Michele Martinelli)

Day 34 of San Diego

I have been busy playing Rust. Anyone know that game? Markiplier played it a few times with one of his friends. It's like Minecraft, but in an early stage. Alpha, to be precise. You survive by killing animals or finding food in barren homes or shacks. You kill zombies with melee weapons or guns. And you can play online with other people.

Mason bought it for himself and me. We played it for hours until midnight. We would've been playing for a lot longer if Mason didn't have work tomorrow. I don't have school until Monday, so...

TIME TO STAY UP AND BUILD OUR FORT!

Today wasn't too bad. I Skyped Mason the entire day. I did my chores, I hung out with Benny, I built a fire... Nothin' new.

Tomorrow, Mason and I plan to play Rust for a very, very, very long time.

:)

PLEASE CHECK IT OUT! Rust is on Steam. It's around $30 I think. If you want a spoiler, check out Markiplier's channel on YouTube for hilarious "trailers."

GOODNIGHT!

Day 33 of San Diego

Mason left today. This time, he left in the evening. I spent most of the day with him before he had to hop on a plane. We watched Markiplier to lift our spirits. But once the time came to say goodbye to everyone and pack everything up, things became depressing...

I guess I can safely say I'm finally getting used to Mason departing. Mom says I'm getting used to it because I'm used to her leaving for business trips. It's true. When my mom started her current job, and she began traveling a lot, I thought her job was the worst. I'm close to my mom. While she's far away, it seems like crap hits the fan with my emotions.

I know I have a ways to go to the point where Mason coming home for a bit until leaving again feels like an every day activity, yet I'm happy I'm not bawling uncontrollably. Hell, I'll tear up. It would be inhuman of me to not for someone I deeply love. But... right now, at least... I don't feel alone. I don't really feel empty. I think my brain realizes that Mason will be back soon. Shoot, it's crazy enough to say, "HAPPY 2014!" Where did 2013 go? Must've gotten up to 88 MPH and zoomed into the past as fast as it could. Sheesh.

Hey, the more time flies by, the less time I have to deal with Mason in the military.

However, once he's out, time can go as leisurely by as it wants to.

How was everyone's New Years? Did you get a special kiss from that special someone?

I did. :)

Mason and I watched the Space Needle count down to midnight over the television. When midnight struck, we kissed like it was nobody's business.

Thank God the parents weren't in the room.

;)

We watched the Space Needle shoot off fireworks for a while. But we turned it off once we noticed the smoke wasn't going to clear and the fog was too dense.

Oh well. More years to come.

HAPPY 2014!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Snowy Day in Bucovina

Winter enwraps a quiet corner of Romania's Bucovina region in this 2013 photo by Your Shot contributor Bogdan Comanescu. (By: Bogdan Comanescu)