So, I now have the chance to update my blog, so I am. Tomorrow will be my 4th day at my Raley's job. Wooo... And school on top of that. So, I just haven't had much time for anything fun. Which really sucks, because I'm not used to that. So, I apologize to my blog fans about the lack of posts.
This is all I have time to write for now, but I have the day off from school tomorrow, so hopefully I can make up for the lack of posts.
Today was a late start at school. Kendra and I went to Alicia's house for a pot luck breakfast, which was so fun. I made the bacon. :D
Anyhoodle, Kendra, me, Eva and Alicia rode to school together, and it was really fun. Why was it really fun, you ask? We blasted Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, rolled down the windows, and sang the song the whole way to school. It is times like those that make you realize that High School really is the best four years. It put me in a good mood the whole day. For once, stupid people didn't bug me. It was great.
That's right, blog fans, I was a hero and gave blood today at school. A pint of blood, to be exact. Which is a really big step for me, since I am greatly afraid of needles. Really, I was freaking out before school even started. I don't know why I have a mondo fear of needles, but I do.
So, I went in to the interview first. Which consisted of my finger being pricked to check and see if my iron was high enough. And then the asking of questions to make sure I don't use needles for drugs and the whole AIDs thing. My favorite question went something like this: "Have you had sex with a prostitute that uses injection drugs?" I lied and said no. hahahaha. Just kidding.
Then I went into the main room, which was our school cafeteria. My dude was super nice and told me I could cuss as much as I wanted, since I told him I was afraid of needles. I took him up on that offer. The needle going in hurt pretty bad, I'm not going to lie. And it continued stinging during the blood being drawn. Then right before i was done giving my blood, I got really hot, even though it was rather cold in the room. And then I felt like I was going to throw up. They gave me a bio hazard bag just in case.
Now we flash forward to be being able to get up. Kendra and I went to the bathroom because I had to pee super bad. After I did my business, it took me five minutes to get up off the toilet. I thought I was gonna pass out. I walked out of the stall and Kendra was sitting on the ground. Some people came in, had me leave to go sit and then gave her some ice packs and a chair. She ended up passing out on the bathroom floor. That's my best friend for you!!
My last class of the day consisted of me staring at my paper the whole period. I couldn't function. Good thing my teacher in that class likes me.
As of now, I'm trying not to move too much. I thought I'd be better by now, because I donated at 11.45. But I guess I was wrong.
Over all, I'm super glad I donated. I could save THREE peoples lives with that one pint of blood. That's what they told me at least.
I have been taking care of this five week old puppy since Friday. It is going to be the death of me.
Lets see... She has to eat about every four hours. She enjoys destroying my hand with her needle sharp teeth. She won't stay on the pee pad when she has to pee, most of the time. She whines when she isn't tired and I put her in her kennel. And worst of all.... She is so damn cute. I just can't stay mad at the little jerk.
Tucker keeps being real territorial and barks a lot whenever she is around him. Dakota never wants anything to do with anything smaller than him, as usual. But at least he doesn't bark.
I am so so tired, and I need to finish my Government project still. Darn you, procrastination!
'Til next time...I'm running out of things to say for this.
Such an amazing movie. I can't even begin to describe how amazing it is. I, surprisingly, have no complaints. SOOOO GOOD! Go see it, ASAP! If you don't I WILL hunt you down and destroy you. And save you to feed to the zombies.
ANYHOODLE, Not much to write about right now. House episode was good. NCIS was also good. Uhmm....Taco bell is good. So is Jack in the Box.
Right...well, I have a government project to finish, so I'll post more tomorrow.
Okay, it has been a while since I posted a blog. For that, I apologize. But in my own defense, sen10r year is crazy and I am super busy with school and friends and clubs. Okay...so one club. But you know how it goes.
ANYHOODLE, Went back to the doctor today. Waited nine minutes to get into the room. Waited an hour for the doctor to come in. You know what the doctor tells me? That the MRI was clear. And to take three Advil about twice a day. Everyday. But to watch out, because it can damage my liver. The end. They aren't gonna try anything else. "Give us a call in about six weeks and tell us how it is going." How about you suck it in about six weeks, dill hole?
So, as doctors fail yet AGAIN, my mom and I decided to try a Chiropractor. Which scares the crap out of me. But if it works, then it works. I am NOT going to take all that advil. I hate taking advil anyway.
So, a recap: Doctors suck major gonads. Advil kills your liver. I'm scared of Chiropractors. And I really need to update my blog more.
Until next time.... Blah blah, words that are meant to be funny.
I've been doing some thinking lately, and I really miss my sister.
Of course I have missed her since she left, but I just miss her even more now. So, this blog is pretty much dedicated to you, Cassie. Feel special.
Cassie is pretty much the best big sister in the world. She toughened me up when I needed it and she's the one who gave me my awesome sense of humor. She pretty much made me who I am today, as cheesy as that sounds. Aww, aren't we so sweet. My mom, Cassie and I. I know that I can turn to Cassie for anything. I bet she'd help me hide a hypothetical body, if I asked her to.Aw, look at that sisterly love. These pictures I am finding are soo old. But it's the best I have. Besides some recent ones when she was in the states and we went to Memphis to see them, ya'll.Like this picture. We look very similar in this picture. I wish I had some old ones on here, like when we were a lot younger.We used to look nothing alike. And then as I got older, I started to look like her. I even sound exactly like her, when I want to. It's pretty cool.
In essence, I just want to say how much I appreciate my older sister, who I always looked up to and still do.
Last night I helped out at a Roller Derby. I had no idea that they still did those, but it was so cool! I was right on the edge of the ring, past the caution tape. My job was to write down the outside fouls that the ref told me as he flew by. I wrote the team, the number, and the foul made. Then I got the attention of the people in the middle so that they could write it down for records and on the foul board. It was sooo cool! I flinched a couple of times, because I was right next to the girls, so it looked like one was coming right at me a few times. I only got ran into once when a girl was sliding in to sit down. And I didn't fall over or anything. So it was all good.
If you haven't seen a roller derby, you should really look it up on youtube. It is super awesome, and not a sport for prissy girls. I'm not really a prissy girl, but I still wouldn't do it. Mostly because I'm not really coordinated enough to skate. I'd have a hard time staying on my feet.
Okay, so I really want to get more followers for my blog. If you're reading this and you enjoy it, then you should be telling your friends to read it. Your friends friends, their uncles and aunts, their grandmas and grandpas and neighborhood hobos. Just tell anyone you can that you think would enjoy my writing! And tell them to click 'Follow this blog'! DOOOO IT! Lets see how many followers I can get by 2010.
Yesterday was my MRI. It was an hour long and they took scans of two sections of my back. You know how hard it is for me to lay still for a full hour? I don't even lay still when I'm asleep. And the noise....oh, the noise. It sounded like a bad 80s video game, taken over by Satan and his band of merry demons. And I even had orange ear plugs in. Really, just imagine a demonic version of the Frogger soundtrack, blasting all around you.
The MRI guy was nice though. After it was done, he let me see all the scans. They were crazy looking! Way cooler and freakier than the xray. You could see everything from my spinal cord to the fluid to the muscles. Probably one of the coolest things I have ever seen.
Anyway, we will hopefully see what is causing my pain during visit #3, which is on Wednesday, I think. It isn't on the calender, but I'm pretty sure that's when it is.
Now, tonight I am helping out at a Roller Derby. I'll write about it tomorrow, of course.
And I skipped another Story time! Saturday. But...that's the way it goes when I finally have something to write about.
Until next time, refrain from tickling a hobos feet!
I just realized that my blog is in desperate need of an update! School has kept me busy, I just keep forgetting!
We are ordering my cap and gown soon, and an extra tassel for my car mirror. I am already getting nervous to join the 'real' world. As opposed to the apparently fake world I've been living in for 12 years. MY WHOLE LIFE HAS BEEN A LIE!!! .... Not really. But you get my point. Maybe not. But I got my point. So HA!
I'm actually just spacing a lot and junk so that it looks like I posted a lot. I AM doing something exciting on Saturday though, so instead of Story time! Saturday this week, it will be a regular blog post.
Stay tuned for more! And until next time, keep in touch with your dust bunnies!
I am way too tired from yesterday to be up early[I was up at 7!]. But I am indeed up, so I decided to post a blog about my busy day yesterday.
After a night of hanging out with Kendra, her boyfriend Anthony, Kandace and Felicia, Felicia and I spent the night at Kendra's so we could help Kendra's grandma move out of her house bright and early in the morning. My morning consisted of moving boxes and other assorted things from 8ish until 11.30ish. Wooo.
Then I went home, showered, and went to Clayton's 4th birthday party to hang out with the family and eat some much deserved food. After that, I went to Sparky's for a little bit to chill out with Kandace, her mom, her sister and her mom's friend. Then Kandace and I went and got a Slurpee and hung out at her house until 8ish.
At that point, I was very tired and went home, only to realize that I had not posted my Story time! Saturday blog, since I had not really been home. So, I scrambled through Word documents to find an old story from Sophomore year. It is a pretty funny story though, so it's all good.
I think today will probably be my lounge around day...I hope. Knowing my luck, someone will want to hang out.
I knew this would happen to me. I know it’s hard to believe, but I just knew a life threatening experience would cause me to confess things to someone. Things that I would not normally say to this person, due to the fact that the person would probably be angered. And you know what else I knew? That the life threatening experience would end up to be nothing at all. Now my life IS being threatened, thanks to that dang turbulence. Let me explain.
It was a relatively normal day. Kendra had flown to Texas to visit her mom, and I had gone with her. Now we were on our way back, and I was doing my routine freak out before we boarded the plane.
“Courtney, clam down,” said Kendra, rolling her eyes, “It’s just a plane ride. It’s not like something could go wrong because people didn’t check the plane’s landing gear. I mean, what are the chances of the plane catching fire when we take off or land?”
“That isn’t what I was worried about, but thanks for adding that in to my list of plane fears. I’m just worried about the plane spiraling down to the hard ground when we are in mid flight.”
“Pssh, like that could happen.” Kendra said as we took our seats.
It was about an hour later when it happened. The plane encountered really bad turbulence.
“AHHH!” I yelled. “I knew this would happen!”
Kendra showed no support or care, because she was fast asleep.
“That little jerk…” I muttered, before I started to panic again.
Those yellow breathing masks came down and that is when I snapped.
“Sweet mother of 3rd graders that tried to kill their teacher! KENDRA, WAKE UP!”
“Huh? Don’t let the flying Korean carrots get me!” she yelled as she woke up. “What’s going on?”
“We are going to crash and die! No, even worse, burn and die and have to tap dance for scary old man for the rest of eternity!”
“Courtney, stop overreacting. It’s just a little turbulence.”
“No it’s not, you lie! Listen, I need to tell you something. I figure that since we are going to die anyway, I should get it off my chest.” I took a deep breath and looked at her, “I used your clarinet to unclog my toilet!”
She stared at me, “I don’t play clarinet…I don’t even own one.”
“Oh…Right...” I looked down, “What I meant to say was that I was the one who used the parachute to tap dance on your dog while we were free falling during the summer of ’69!”
“WHAT?! You lying little bag of birdie poop!”
The rest of the plane ride ended up being smooth. Once we landed, Kendra shoved me into her laptop bag. I currently have no idea where I am going, but I am defiantly running low on air.
THE END
So, sorry I posted this so late, but I've had a super busy day and I have hardly been home. So, I will post about today tomorrow, since Story time was today.
That was actually a story I wrote my Sophomore year for English[we would have to write one every week and I'd write it the night before it was due.]. Kendra and I would always write funny stories to make the class laugh, since we were the funniest ones in there!
So, I hope you enjoyed this last minute story post of mine. I just copied and pasted it from Word. Which is why everything is all double spaced and messed up now.
Until next time, don't use your mouse to comb your hair!
I'm going to try to make my own blog layout. I don't know how long it will take or what it will do to my blog, so you'll probably just have to deal with a crazy blog for a while, since I'll have to do it between school and other stuff.
Anyhoodle, I am super excited. The House season premier is Monday and the NCIS season premier is on Tuesday. Two of my most favorite shows ever. And for those lame-os who have never heard of/seen NCIS, it is NOT a version of CSI. Unless you are dyslectic.
Okay...so....That is all I have for you today. Hopefully something cool happens so I can write about it.
Until next time, don't assist a panda with homicide!
I really have nothing of interest to write about today, but I really felt like posting something. I could write about my day...but my day was really boring. I could write about my weekend...but it wasn't that great either. I could write about my plans for this weekend...but I have none. And since I'm writing a list of things I could write about but shouldn't...This blog can be a list of Top Ten...something. I'll think of something in a minute.
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I got it! Here is my:
TOP TEN REASONS WHY I HATE CLOWNS!
10. Crazy red hair- it's just icky. 9. All that makeup is enough to fun 20 prostitutes. 8. Big red noses are for Rudolf. 7. Being sprayed in the face with water is NOT enjoyable. 6. They talk funny. 5. No one is that happy. NO ONE. 4. Clowns eat souls. 3. Clowns kill children to fuel their unnatural happiness. 2. They are just plane creepy. 1. Clowns are really zombie makers, who will be the cause of the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
Late starts are so awesome. I love that we get one every month. It's like a period. Except enjoyable and it doesn't last a week. Most of you probably could have gone without that comparison, but oh well. Hey look! It's a picture of me in a graduation gown! This is the picture that will be my yearbook picture:
That's as big as I could get it without blurring it. >=( Awww, aren't I sooo cute!? Of course I am. If you answered no...I will find where you live. And I will destroy you.
ANYHOODLE, that's pretty much all I got for today.Until next time, go talk to your friendly neighborhood hobo!
I went in to an orthopedic doctor today to see what is up with my scoliosis. They check out my reflexes, took some xrays and measured my curvature with the xrays. I got to see said xrays. They were...shocking. My spine looked horrible. Like I was some sort of alien. Both me and my dad said, "ew!" when we saw it. The doctor laughed. Apparently, it isn't even that bad. My curvature is between 35 and 37 degrees. Which is nothing, apparently. But boy, it sure doesn't look like nothing. At 40* is when they start looking at surgical treatments, so surgery is out as of now.
But my main concern was my constant back pain. Really, not even exaggerating when I say it hurts constantly. There is never a break in the pain anymore.
Here's the kicker: apparently, scoliosis doesn't cause pain.
SO, next Friday, I go in for an MRI so they can try and figure out what is causing my pain. Then a few days later, I go back in for the results of the MRI. And then after that, I go back in after four months, so make sure my spine hasn't curved any more.
I pretty much hate doctors. No answers yet. Not even some ibuprofen for the pain. GAHHHHH.
Now my blogs will return to their usual attempt at humor until next Friday, when I will write another report on the MRI experience.
Headaches suck. Espeically when you've had the same one two days in a row. But I did manage to make my own header for this blog today. What do you think? Well, I don't really care what you think either way. It's my blog. :P
Anyhoodle, to the important stuff. As some of you know, I've got the scoliosis. If you don't know what that is, look it up. It'll be a learning experience for you. I'm going into a special doctor to see how bad the curve is and junk. Hopefully the doctor isn't a creepy old man, since he'll have to be touching my bare back. And I hate people touching me in the first place. So that will just be ten times worse. I will post a full report on here after I'm home from the appointment. I get to leave school at lunch for it. Woo!
I have really really ridiculously big fear of hospitals. I have no idea why, but they scare the beejeezus out of me. If anyone knows the technical term for a phobia of hospitals, let me know.
So...that's pretty much it for today. Until next time, sing to your fruit so it doesn't eat you first!
So, my wonderful sister Cassie puts a 'She Said What?! Saturday' on her blog. So, after much deliberation, I will be posting a Story time! Saturday. Every Saturday, I will write a random short story. It will be humorous and will not have any educational or moral values. Enjoy!
Once upon a time, in a far away land called 'Wisconsin', there lived a man. But this man was no ordinary man, oh no. This man was part duck. He had the body of a man, but the head of a duck. His name was Herbert. Herbert the Duck Man. Even though Herbert had the head of a duck, he was still a happy man-duck. He tried making new friends every day, but alas, no one wants to be friends with a man-duck. Everywhere he went, children screamed at him and parents shunned him. One day, Herbert was finally so sad, that he cried all day and night. It was a horrible sound. Really, man-ducks shouldn't cry. Have you ever heard a duck cry? I don't recommend it. Anyhoodle, Herbert just kept crying until a flock of ducks surrounded him. "Hey Herbert." one duck said. "You know my name?!" he replied, still sniffing from his crying fit. "Sure. I'm your brother. Lets GOOOOOO!!!!" The duck flock flew up and they all grabbed Herbert, carrying him away into the sunset.
THE END. So, there you have it. The very first Story time! Saturday. Hope you enjoyed it! And until next time, don't pat your arms in Arkansas!
