So, do you remember me saying early this morning that I was to go snowshoeing today, well, that didn't happen. You see, I have this stupid, oversensitive, gray, fat cat named Pepper. Most of the day she sleeps on my bed and I'm fine with that. Last night she decided to sleep on my pillow, the one I was using. I was fine with that too... for a while. I shifted under the covers to reposition myself and get comfortable, and I must have agitated Pepper, because she decided to kick my face with her hind legs. Her claw left two small cuts on my left eyelid, so I smacked her in the head. She was being a turd, so I had to discipline her-I wasn't abusing her like you may think. I had some Neosporin next to my bed due to the bite Pepper left on my hand a couple weeks ago that I decided to use again, this time for my eye. When I looked in the mirror I saw a little blood already beginning to spew out of the incision, and the irritated skin around the cut was already a little red. I thought immediately of the complications I would endure each morning while applying eyeshadow. Hopefully it wouldn't sting. Anyways, I was surprised when my eye didn't start to get all runny right away. Maybe the ointment was actually going to help. Oh, did I mention I'm allergic to cats?
A few hours later, at about 5:30 am, I woke to the blaring sounds of today's hottest songs and walked immediately to the mirror above my dresser to witness the damage. I had taken some Zyrtec after spreading the gooey medicine over my wound in hopes that it would help cure my irritation. It didn't. As I peered through one eye into my reflection I observed my half shut, grotesquely, puffy eye. It looked like a mushroom, no. That doesn't even describe how puffy it was. It had gained twenty-two times it's original mass, it looked like an inflated balloon. That still doesn't describe the size of my eye. I looked like the elephant man. I still do actually. I've got an icepack attached to my face with three hair bands holding the two together. If I have to go to school like this I'm demanding a pirate-style eye patch! No person should have to see this. To make the situation worse, I've got an eye appointment tomorrow with the optometrist to make sure my contacts are properly sized and prescribed.
Well, wish me luck, I need it.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
the idiot to first celebrate Jesus by dressing up as a rabbit to hide eggs was also a moron
Alright, it is 1:40 am, and I'm still not asleep. Not such a good thing considering I'm waking up in about three and a half hours to go snowshoeing. Usually a little brain activity helps put me to sleep, but lately it hasn't worked at all, probably because today is my last day of Christmas Break, and I'm going back to school tomorrow. I have yet to write my essay for English; I'm such a procrastinator. So anyways, how's life with you? Not sure why I'm asking my computer questions, but I can feel the sleepiness begin to drown my thoughts, so that's a good sign. Sorry to any readers if I all of a sudden dose off while writing this and type up some weird crap then unconsciously publish it. I swear to you that I wouldn't have meant it. Looks like my laptop is about ready to die, but whatever, I might as well drain the battery.
It's the fourth of January, yesterday was a, well not any more, friend's birthday. I would hate to have a new year birthday. Too close to all the commotion of the holidays. Don't get me wrong, I love this time of year. The lights, the food, the snow-actually getting some in Boise, the music. With the economic slump of today's market I'm thankful for always being raised by poor parents. Unlike many Americans I'm already used to the minimal amount of gifts below the tree. I'm proud to say I lack materialistic wishes. A bit more cash would be nice however. The Yellowstone trips my dad and I are always taking are really hard on the wallet, hopefully we can afford my dream Christmas trip for my senior year next year. That wish is still only real in my dreams.
Because I'm still not asleep, maybe I should share my morning experience from yesterday. What the heck, I'm making a ton of spelling and grammatical errors which I will later correct with spell check, but I'm awake. I woke at 3:30 am, woke my dad up, got dressed in layers upon layers of clothing, packed up my handy backpack, and headed out the door to the truck without even entering the kitchen for a breakfast. At four we left to Dedication Point, about half an hour away. It's a great little spot for viewing celestial objects with the telescopes. We didn't take the dob with us that morning, and I regret it. The Quandrantid meteor shower peaked at five and we headed out to see it. The cloudy skies website showed a convenient cover of clouds for the hours we'd be out, but we tried our luck anyways. When we got there after thirty minutes of driving the skies were cloudless, dark without the moon, and the viewing conditions superb. The wind died down from earlier so telescoping wouldn't have been as much of an annoyance as previously thought. The plus side for that morning what that the meteor shower was incredible. Lights were flying across the sky in every direction, and with my new contacts I could see crystal clear stars.
Ok, I think I'll switch my focus to counting sheep now. Writing has helped a little, but I'm losing ideas to write about, and I'm NOT taking Kolmeier's advice about answering a random question. I've spend too many hours describing the soul purpose of the gazebo.
Good night world, stay green, save your money, and tell yourself that whoever thought to bring a pine tree into the house to decorate it in order to celebrate Jesus was a complete moron. Peace, I'm out.
It's the fourth of January, yesterday was a, well not any more, friend's birthday. I would hate to have a new year birthday. Too close to all the commotion of the holidays. Don't get me wrong, I love this time of year. The lights, the food, the snow-actually getting some in Boise, the music. With the economic slump of today's market I'm thankful for always being raised by poor parents. Unlike many Americans I'm already used to the minimal amount of gifts below the tree. I'm proud to say I lack materialistic wishes. A bit more cash would be nice however. The Yellowstone trips my dad and I are always taking are really hard on the wallet, hopefully we can afford my dream Christmas trip for my senior year next year. That wish is still only real in my dreams.
Because I'm still not asleep, maybe I should share my morning experience from yesterday. What the heck, I'm making a ton of spelling and grammatical errors which I will later correct with spell check, but I'm awake. I woke at 3:30 am, woke my dad up, got dressed in layers upon layers of clothing, packed up my handy backpack, and headed out the door to the truck without even entering the kitchen for a breakfast. At four we left to Dedication Point, about half an hour away. It's a great little spot for viewing celestial objects with the telescopes. We didn't take the dob with us that morning, and I regret it. The Quandrantid meteor shower peaked at five and we headed out to see it. The cloudy skies website showed a convenient cover of clouds for the hours we'd be out, but we tried our luck anyways. When we got there after thirty minutes of driving the skies were cloudless, dark without the moon, and the viewing conditions superb. The wind died down from earlier so telescoping wouldn't have been as much of an annoyance as previously thought. The plus side for that morning what that the meteor shower was incredible. Lights were flying across the sky in every direction, and with my new contacts I could see crystal clear stars.
Ok, I think I'll switch my focus to counting sheep now. Writing has helped a little, but I'm losing ideas to write about, and I'm NOT taking Kolmeier's advice about answering a random question. I've spend too many hours describing the soul purpose of the gazebo.
Good night world, stay green, save your money, and tell yourself that whoever thought to bring a pine tree into the house to decorate it in order to celebrate Jesus was a complete moron. Peace, I'm out.
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