About me

I am a nature girl, heart and soul.
I am a true peace advocate.
I am a die-hard romantic.
I am a morning person.
I am a weather woman.
I am a jiujitsu fighter.
I am a grey-eyed girl.
I am a summer baby.
I am an ocean child.
I am a synesthete.
I am an islander.
I am a dreamer.
I am a writer.
I am me.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Sooo much snooow!!!

Snooow. Hoooot Chooooclate. Snooow. Canceled schooool. Woooow. Oooooos.
  
 Anyway. Back to sanity.

I assume I've established that I live on an island. Well, we're getting an unorthodox amount of snow lately. It's perfect snow, too. Ideal for snowballs, forts, skiing, putting down peoples' shirts, etc. And eating. I know, it's weird. But I have always eaten snow, always have, always will. The good news is that we're supposed to get even more soon! U-n-b-e-l-i-e-v-e-v-a-b-l-e.

Well, other than that, my life is about the most boring it has ever been. Literally. Except for one thing.

My nose has been bleeding a scary amount, and now apparently I have to get surgery. Sounds scary, I know, but you would understand if you had seen my nose bleed. I'll be doing homework, and suddenly it'll be like, later! Not dripping, gushing, as gross as that is. And this happens twice a day, which sucks. It happened today, when I was skiing, and I had to just sit there, gushing blood into the snow, while onlookers went ooooh. Then I got up, and the top of the black diamond looked like a murder scene for the whole day. It was in plain view of the lift, too, so whenever I got on, there would be people on chairs near me going "Holy Crap! What happened there?! I don't know, but I'm not going on that one!" The reddest my face has ever been: so, there were these cute snowboarders behind me on the lift, and they caught sight of it, and this is how it played out-

"Dude look at that mess!"
"Man! Was that you? You bailed there, right?"
"Naw, man, it was this brunette chick!"
Pause, where I try to avoid showing my face.
"Was she, like, cute?"
"Ehhh..."
How dare he! MORON. My face turns the color of my skis. This guy was amazingly cuteThen, karma, they turn around.
They make that did-you-really-just-screw-up-that-badly noise (Uh-ho-ho-ho-ho!), and shut up. Groan.  But then, right before we got off the lift, his friend hissed "I thought you said she wasn't cute!" I was like
:DDDD

Anyway, I noticed there were some people coming on here from a site about getting online degrees?  That's cool, welcome! But I was wondering, why are you forwarding people to my blog? Just out of curiosity. If you could post a comment, that would be great. :)

Happy snow day!