I'm not wearing socks

So, my alarm clock didn't go off this morning. I set it for eight, but that didn't happen. Either that or I subconciously turned it off because I was so insanely tired. (That's what happens when you go to a movie then stay at a friend's house until 2:30.)

I went to go see District 9 with Tyler last night. It was like watching a kids movie that some messed up grown-ups took and added a lot of gore and the F word a million times to. I loathe the F word, really really loathe it. There are so many more intellegent things to say, I promise.

It was a rather unfortunate thing for it to majorly suck. I really like alien movies.

I worked in the fabric section at work yesterday. I moved a shelf full of ribbon. And, I cut some fabric. And, I cut some fabric. Then, I cut some fabric. Then, I vacuumed and my work was over. It was a successful evening over all. There are some very happy older ladies with cotton floral print fabrics now.

I'm in the process of organizing my room and getting rid of everything. And by that I mean, donating lots of stuff to Goodwill. I feel cluttered. I will only keep bare minimals and my insanely huge yarn stash. Oh, and my gnomes.

My friend Katie (known to me as Kathe) and I are going to be building a window seat. I have six windows in my room and four of them are together, they are begging for a seat to be built in front of them. And, there will be lots of throw pillows. Love.

Roisin Murphy is good. You should listen to her.

I'm out of gas in my car and all four of my tires are pretty much flat. Mmm...

Every morning I drink coffee, this is happening right now. And, I'm drinking it out of a Disney princess mug.

My friend plays the ukulele.

Dear Cat, you are annoying me.
And you scratched my foot.
I'm afraid it's time for you to straighten up.

My brother wrecked his dirtbike. He fell horizontally off of a triple ramp. He crushed his ball in his shoulder, so they had to fix it and put it back in the socket. And, he broke his growth plate and his clavical. All of this was on the right side. He had surgery this morning, and he is now sporting a rod through his shoulder and screws on his clavical. Basically, his right arm belongs to the Terminator or the Bionical man.

Right now I am not working on my Pre-Calculus homework. If I was a good girl I would be, but I'm not a math person. Actually, I despise it more than I can ever tell you. But, I figure that I am blessed enough to have a place to get a good education, so I might as well put some effort into it. There are children all over the world that don't even get to go to school. And, even though I whine and complain, I really am quite thankful for the opportunity for a good future and college and endless things that come from an education.

Random fact: I can stand on my big toes. Not for long, mind you. But, I can do it.

Maybe God intended me to be a ballerina? No, I'm a horrible klutz. Maybe He just enjoys the fact that I have strong or coordinated big toes? He made me the way I am for a purpose. My big toes must mean something, right? This is all a bit silly, really. I'm going to stop talking about big toes and their relevance in God's plan for me.

I took a four hour nap today because I was so worn out from this past week.
Downside being that I will never sleep tonight and I have an early morning meeting for S.A.D.D. board tomorrow morning. Sleep is such a crazy thing.

Now, back to my Pre-Cal.

Hey, I'm a Goat.

Bus #5 has no problem with driving on the wrong side of a country road.

I would know.

It almost hit me on my way to work.

I almost got hit by a flipping bus.
That's freaky.
I passed it again today.
I hope this doesn't become a trend.
I may change my route to work.

I looked into a blue glass orb that I was selling to an old lady at work. You know, those ones you put on pedestals in your front yard? Well, I looked at myself in that silly lawn orb. I look terrible in blue glass lawn orb reflections. It's awful, really.

My current art project is a combined pastel, charcoal, and india ink of Mother Teresa. My art class this year is self-directed. And, I am really enjoying it so far. Next project-- burning maps, glueing pieces of the charred mess together, mod-podging it, and painting something on it.

I'm drinking Diet Dr. Pepper right now. It's my very favorite soda in the entire earth.
My favorite tea is Irish Breakfast.
My favorite coffee is from Honduras or Kenya. I can't decide.
My favorite juice is white grape.
My favorite Gatorade is the light purple kind.
My favorite water is clear.

Oh, and I hate the way guys call me "babe". I got that from a guy that came into the store today. He was very much high. And, he was very much not respectful at all to me. And, another guy stood in by the candles and smiled at me for a couple of minutes. I prentended to be busy with something under the counter. He eventually got tired of smiling, I suppose. I peeked up and he was gone.

Mmmmm...creepy men...

This has been yet again, another pointless posting from Melly.

7-Dollar Flatbread

Suprise. I changed the font size.

Today was my 2nd day back to my school.

Today was also my first day of work.

I am now employed, and I love it quite immensly. Also, the job really is a good one for a high school student. I'm not flipping burgers, life is good. And, the people I work with are all wonderful. God really worked out a good thing for me. He's pretty great that way. I love Him a lot.

I've found that I have an unfortunate addiction to sleeping in a while after my alarm clock goes off. My snooze has been abused. I'm afraid I beat it at least three times each morning. I tell myself to get out of bed, but I think my mind and my body become frightfully disconnected at such an early time. I never really had much of a problem with this last year. I've always been a morning person.

Five little things I'm very thankful for at this moment:
-My mattress
-The way the wind feels when I put my top down when I drive
-Art Class
-The fact that I can go into my kitchen and get clean water whenever I want it
-The ability to laugh and smile

I really like squirrels.

I am now offically employed at a local craft and hardware store. I like the thought of actually having money to pay for things. It's a really nice concept.

When I wake up in the morning my hair tends to resemble a curly haired Ziggy Stardust (or David Bowie for those of you who aren't fans). It's really quite hard for me to face a mirror to fix the mess. So, I had an amazing idea for no more bad hair days and universal acceptance of looks.

We all go bald.

And, to express our individuality we paint our heads.

It would be like dry-erase heads. We could get those markers that wipe off and just write little memos on our foreheads. There would be no need for planners or bumper stickers. All you have to do is write how you feel or draw your heart out on your head. The world would know you by what you put on your cranium.

And, you would save a lot of money on hair products.

This has been another pointless blog.

Have a good day.

In the Beginning...

My friend Tanmoy says, "You should start a blog."

I say, "Umm...maybe."

And, well that night I started working on one. I suppose I don't have very much resistance.

I'm not so great at the whole "writing" thing, but I do love it quite a lot. We will see how the blog works out. And, by "we" I mean myself.

For a small town girl, lots of eventful things do happen to me. (Let me clarify- I am easily amused so these so-called "eventful" things might not be so eventful at all.) I'm almost a strange or creepy events or people magnet. I've been hit on by old men and men without teeth since I was in fourth grade. It makes me feel really classy, let me tell you. Also, just crazy things happen to me.

This summer I went to Honduras with Torch Missions. They informed that there was a little political turmoil, but no one really thought anything of it. But, the Sunday after I arrived there was a coup (or a political overthrow of the president). There was rioting and a bombing in the city, but we were up in the mountains. We ended up having to leave the country early, but we couldn't get tickets out! Even the U.S. Embassy wouldn't help us. Mind you, they backed the deranged, power-crazy former president, Zelaya. I didn't feel to proud of America for that.

Anyway, we ended up leaving (it was more of a calm flee) that Friday. We were scheduled to leave on a Monday, but we ended up getting plane tickets for the flight on Friday. That Sunday (I think it was) the president tried to get back into the country so they blocked the airport for a few days. So, we wouldn't haven't been able to leave the country that Monday. We would have basically been trapped in a foreign country.

Also, another less exciting example: I was proposed to by a stranger on a street in Gatlinburg. I said yes, but I never added him on facebook.

Well, I suppose this was a pointless post. If it's any condolence, I enjoyed writing it.

The End.

Oh, and all the photography I post is mine.