On Monday we cut down a tree from my childhood. Not just cut it down. We completely dismantled it. Its many limbs are located in the burn pile, by the dog kennel stacked as firewood, and laying in pieces in the yard. This tree type, according to a magazine, is supposed to be 'stronger than steel'. AKA: It took forever to chop down.
When we first moved to my house, back in the early preschool years, this tree was struck by lightning. You see how funny it looks in that picture? Yeah, that's because the top was completely destroyed. I wonder how tall it would have been. This tree was a skinny giant. Sort of like Ashley. Haha. Anyway.
I also brought down Kibble, my cockatiel, on Monday. (She usually lives in my room. I take her down to the kitchen to see everyone.) Apparently she doesn't like techno music. I believe she has good taste, because there was this particular song playing on the radio that lasted for around 6 minutes. During this time she shrieked at the top of her lungs and rattled around her cage.
I played Sims 2 for awhile, then Ashley called me. You know that job thing I wanted with mentoring students? Yeah, apparently Ashley and I are overqualified. You have to be really poor or disabled to get it.
I was extremely peeved. Maybe they should have SPECIFIED that to the applicants. What did we do? We went application hunting.
We stopped at HyVee Drugstore and Chapel, then on a spur of the moment thing, we stopped at Super 8 and Best Western. We thought we would be turned away from the hotels, but no, they gave us applications. I really, really want to get a job at the Super 8 or something. Being a housekeeper sounds like an ideal job for me. Not too much social interaction and I can clean stuff. Plus, imagine the things I might find! I don't think many high school students, if at all, work there, so minimal social time with anyone from school. Not that I don't like my fellow students or anything. I just have problems talking to anyone. (My really, really, really ideal summer job would be to work with books or filing, but the library is only volunteer. If I could I would work with the cats at Noah's Ark I would, but you have to be 18, and it's a volunteer thing. Dang.)
After that it was MIDNIGHT PICNIC TIME! Yes! I know I was supposed to write up a Summer Special about it, but hey, I'm lazy. I went over to Ashley's after the application run and we made up some Mac and Cheese. Ashley put tuna and peas in hers and I just put hotdogs in mine. After that I cleaned all the dishes in her sink and forced her to eat the last bites of her food because I didn't want it to go to waste.
Dani came over shortly after that and we played on the hammock for a few short minutes. We then put on helmets and got into the Rhino, this ATV thing of Ashley's, and we rode around on the trails. I had serious hat hair after that. Totally worth it.Then Ashley, Dani, and I climbed into Tanya's van, (Ashley's mom's van), and she drove us to HyVee and supplied us with food items for the midnight picnic.
We then came back to Ashley's house, watched rerun MTV awards or whatever it was and laughed at all the celeb's pure awkwardness. Then we went outside. While we were out there we video taped our own reality show. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IEwAHih31o
After that was done, we had our midnight picnic at midnight of course. It was delightful and I was shaking from all the sugar. GAH. THAT WAS GREAT.
The three of us woke up very slowly the next day and Ashley and I attacked Dani in our sleeping bags. We then went inside and watched Twilight. Dani had never seen it before, in fact, she had been boycotting. Let me tell you this: We are NOT fans of the movie. I think it's HILARIOUS because of the sheer badness of the actors trying to fit the book character's roles. Honestly, it just doesn't work. Dani laughed quite a few times. It was all good. I went home after that and got ready for the day. I spent the rest of Tuesday putting together the video before I had to go to Children of Eden.
During Children of Eden, more specifically the song Generations, Ashley, Shannon, and I were livid. We were standing behind the dancers. In one part of the song, Shannon burst through them in her favorite part to sing and said, "YOU CAN'T SEE ME!" We all cracked up after that. The dance choreographer, AKA: Dancy Lady, has really made the three of us mad. GAH. More on that later.
Wednesday was a lazy day. I had 4-H at one o'clock, then for the rest of the day I played Sims 2. After that I had Children of Eden.
I got my car back on Thursday, (she was having her horn fixed), and I ran errands with Dani and Ashley. They picked up sandals for Children of Eden from The Bargain Box. I found a fish necklace that I felt compelled to buy so I did. (Whenever I turned away it seemed to be staring at me. I couldn't get my mind off of it. I don't think I would have been able to leave the store if I hadn't gotten it.) It was cheap and now it's hanging with my car keys. I dropped Dani off at her house and Ashley and I went and turned in our applications, then I took her home.
An hour later I was outside mowing. I love mowing. It's so calm and repetitive. I always wear protective head gear for my ears when I'm mowing. Usually I have ear plugs AND this earphone things that block out sound. Turns out the ground wasn't completely dry so I mowed some puddles accidentally, but it didn't seem to do any damage so all was well.
When I was done mowing I went inside and changed for Children of Eden.
On Friday I had to get up and clean out my mom's car and my own car. I went and did the normal waste-my-summer-afternoon after that and played Sims 2. (I really want Sims 3.) I had Children of Eden again that night. Bah! Four hour practices are not my thing, give or take a few minutes. Especially when Dancy Lady told us all to be louder. Yeah, I know I probably need to sing louder, but Shannon and Gus are singing perfectly loud and yet she tells them that she can't hear them. Ashley made a face when she was being told this and Dancy Lady suddenly realized that hey, we might be offended. She tried to apologize, but it was a good thing Shannon's back was turned on her. Her face was livid. I tried to keep mine a mask. It never really works as well as I hope. (I suppose it would help if we weren't facing away from the dancers and if the orchestra wasn't so brilliant and loud. Really, our instrumentalists are wonderful. Heh, we'll have microphones.) Dancy Lady turned her attention back to the dancers and Shannon, Ashley, and I made Generations into a rap. We pictured coming out in hoods and holding open bibles and saying, "This is the story of Noah." And throwing the bibles into the air where they would immediately explode in a cascade of sparks. Then we would begin our rap.
Saturday I discovered I got a 4.0 for the fourth quarter of school. I was extremely pleased because that's never happened before. It should, but it doesn't. I don't study. I suppose I'm lucky for the grades I get. But honestly, I should be doing better than a 3.8. At least, that's what my mom thinks.
My Dad told me at lunch that I have to start taking a pill for my OCD. He said that he was worried that it was controlling my life. (My mom thinks this too.) I don't really know what to think of this. In some ways, the rituals are very helpful and soothing, but in other ways, they're totally irrational. Still, they keep me safe. Or at least that's what I think. I dunno, it's weird to talk about it because other people typically don't understand the extent of all of my fears and why I do the things I do. If I don't my life doesn't function. I can't sleep and I can't concentrate if I don't. The thing is, I've been doing weird things like this for as long as I can remember. Sure the rituals change and so do the habits, but the basic thought has always been there. If I don't do this, then this will happen. If this happens, that will be bad. Protect yourself against it. Better safe than sorry. Gah, I don't know what to do.
Dorian and Mom went to a baby shower and I stayed home. I can't stand baby showers. They scare me. Anything cutesy and cuddly like that scares me. I go there and there will be pregnant women talking about being pregnant and then there will be babies and toddlers with boogers and sticky fingers. It makes me rub my hands together anxiously just thinking about it. Kids don't understand that some people hate to be touched.
I can't believe this, I'm shuddering at the thought of those kids. Let's just say that I have problems when it comes to baby showers. I played runescape with Dani for the first time in months. I got off the computer then and finished a book. I felt really restless and didn't want to read anymore so I went and watched a documentary about black holes. Yeah, I know, that's what I do, space is fascinating business and I love it. Dorian came home and asked me who was a hungry turtle and wouldn't give me my turtle food until I said my name. Before that I had feebly muttered from the couch, "My turtle's."
Around that time I think my new medication was beginning to affect me. I had the start of a headache and I felt horribly tired. I couldn't concentrate on my books and that rarely happens. I ate a pizza slice at dinner then went outside to play with my cats. No matter what happens, they can always soothe me. Shakespeare came and sat on my lap and played with my fingers while Albus, AKA: parrot cat, jumped onto my lap as well and crawled up to my left shoulder where he perched there for some time. (He loves my left shoulder. Silly parrot cat.) Apollo just sat and watched me while B.C., Snug, Bo Bo (formally Ooga Booga), and Smitty all swirled around my feet.
Dorian was quite silly later on. We had to go to bed early because she was going to church camp the next day and I was going to see her off. (We both had to get up at five and be at the church at 6:20 am.) She came over while I was laying in bed and poked me in the stomach. My instant reaction was to accidentally kick her in the face. She just collapsed by my bed and laughed like crazy. Then she pointed out the bugs in the light and how some of them were moving and threatened me with a lamb puppet. She's probably the best little sister anyone could have. I'm going to miss her while she's at camp.
Today I let Dorian eat one of my hotpockets because I was going to miss her. I know, I know, that sounds really lame, but I don't share my hotpockets with anyone. They're mine. There is certain number of them and I keep track of how many I have left. If I need to get up early and go, I want something quick. I don't want to open the freezer and not see my hotpockets. Maybe you understand my giving-away-a-hotpocket-to-Dorian thing a little better now.
Mom and I drove Dorian to Iowa City with Keri, her friend, in the back. My pastor in the passenger seat. It was a little awkward at first. Once we got to the loading site, we got out everyone's luggage and the other van from our church got their luggage out to. The bus came and I hugged Dorian good-bye even though she squealed over the possible nastiness of my new shirt from My Lucky Day. (My Lucky Day is like the Bargain Box or Goodwill or Salvation Army. I washed the shirt, but I don't think that was enough to Dorian.) She climbed onto the bus with the other kids from my church and from other different churches and then they were gone.
Mom and I went to different shops then we ate at Red Lobster. I love hanging out with my mom. I know, I know, cheesy and stuff, but we have fun. After lunch we visited Petco where I stood for around 10 minutes just watching the cockatiels play. Then I went and poked around in the cat stuff with my mom and then I stared at a bunch of guinea pigs and mice for awhile. (Honestly, I could have watched the cockatiels for the rest of the day. There were three of them and they were all playing with the toys and shuffling around on their perches. Adorable.) Shortly after that I started to feel sick.
I hate that medication. I felt nausea and I felt a little unsteady on my feet. In fact, I still do and it's been four or so hours. Apparently I'm not doing so well adjusting to Cymbalta. (It's supposed to replace the serotonin in my brain. It's a chemical that is lacking when you have OCD.) My mom and I didn't stay too long in Iowa City after I started feeling sick. Maybe a half an hour or so. We started driving back and I just wanted to puke all over the place.
When we reached Washington, my mom went into HyVee and picked me up a coke, caffeine free of course, and we continued driving. I sipped on it some, but the idea of taking a full drink or eating any food makes me gag right now. We went to pick up some stuff at my grandparent's house once we reached Fairfield and then went home.
I'd told Tim Lantz that I was going to be late for Children of Eden's Sunday practice on Friday. There was no way I could go at all feeling the way I did and what I currently feel right now. My stomach is a roiling mass that wants to escape. I feel like going outside to have parrot cat perch on my shoulder. He can make me feel a little better.
Question of the week: What funny things do your pets do? (It can be anything, do they do that to make you feel better? Have you ever caught them doing anything strange?)
Have a great week.
2 comments:
My dog Avery does the absolute cutest thing in the morning. I have to snooze like 40 times because I'm not morning person. Evidently, I make some kind of noise or movement when I'm actually ready to wake up after all the snoozing, and Avery knows that. He waits until that moment, and then he comes up from the foot of the bed up towards my head. He nestles down in the crook of my arm and puts his head on my shoulder. He always has to snuggle before he feels like getting up. In fact, I'll say, "Avery, do you want to go outside?" And if he's not done snuggling, he'll look at me for a second, but he won't even lift his head. It's like, "Yeah right. Don't you know I'm still snuggling?" It's extremely cute.
when you pet my cat, Wrigley, his nose runs like mad. then he starts licking your hand, and if you try to move it before he's done with it, he'll bite it. i think he tries to get your hand wet so that his loose fur comes off on your skin. it's really clever, actually. i always thought that he was a moron 'til i figured out how helpful a licked hand could be to a cat.
he also likes when i rub the inside of his ear. no cat is supposed to like that! but he leans his ear into my hand and doesn't stop 'til i've done what he wants.
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