Who taught you how to ride a bike?
My neighbor down the street. My dad helped, but mostly it was my friend's mom [my neighbor].
and when I was riding on my own but still shaky, I accidentally ran into the back of this guy's car that was parked on the street. . . and he was in his garage working on another car. So I quietly and slowly backed up my bike and rode around it like nothing had happened. =D [don't worry I hadn't done any damage]
40 minutes.
is it really only
tuesday?
best text ever received:
"want to play in the rain?"
reply:
silly question- of course I do!
Friday at school, for the first time ever, I broke a bone.
My leg? My arm? My...
no.
it was my toe.
ya- who does that?
haha, well I guess I do.
Anyway, here's what happened...
It was third hour and Emiley and I were just leaving the StuGo room to go look at the benches we had put in for the Senior gift. I was walking behind Emiley and for whatever reason, she decided to stop walking. So her heel and my foot collided so hard that my middle toe on my left foot was smashed so hard to the left side that it was practically perpendicular to my "ring" toe [if you will] rather than parallel to them all like it should be. In extreme pain, I put my hands on my knees and then when I looked down I think I had a moment of shock because I just calmly, though in pain, reached down and cracked my toe back to where it should be. I looked up and said "Emiley, you broke my toe."
"What?"
"You broke my toe. My foot smashed into your heel and my toe was all the way over here. I just moved it back." She proceeds to laugh hysterically, not fully believing me, so I too break into laughter, still slightly in shock, not fully understanding the "breaking" idea. We proceeded to walk [Emiley walked, I limped] out the the benches, me still being in a lot of pain. We were waiting for another one of the seniors to come meet us so we could take a picture and I decided I was going to go to the nurse to get some ice. The nurse tells me it probably isn't broken because it isn't bruised or swollen. Little does she know I already re-aligned it myself and that it was still hugging to the left of where it normally sits. She said if it gets worse that night to tape it to the toe next to it to let it heal. So I left limping back to class.
Over the weekend, it has turned black and blue and continued to be swollen. It hurts approximately all the time, and even more so when pressure of just about any measure is applied.
So I broke my first bone ever, and while it may seem minuscule, evidently your toes are quite important. You use them to balance [a lot] and other such things. So even though it's small, it's having some large consequences, ie: causing me to limp around work, home, school, and ever where else, like a retard, lol.
and that's my story for the weekend.
=]
like the sun beating down on you
it burns, like fire, it burns
but you like it, can't get enough of it
cause burning beats freezing to
death any day
any day at all
Why am I awake at 12:30am and not going to bed any time soon? [it may not seem late but I usually get to bed around 10] Well, I'll tell you...
So I'm in charge of making the Senior slideshow that plays at the Senior breakfast the week of graduation. Tomorrow we have a senior assembly to talk about graduation and stuff like that and we are going to give a little slide show "preview" to get more people to send in pictures for it. So, since I had a half day at school today [got out at 10:06am] I came home, slept, got up, went to work, came home, slept some more. At 10pm I was wide awake so I decided to work on the senior slideshow and I started messing around with this amazing DVD maker program that I am now in love with! haha. i put all the pictures I had together and put our senior song [My Wish - Rascal Flatts] on in the background and when I was finished I watched it to make sure it worked and everythign looked good and I seriously almost started crying. Seeing all the pictures of these kids I've basically grown up with and everything just got to me. It's so bizarre that it's almost over- gone forever. I don't know what to do.
...
but I will tell you that I am now going to make a DVD or two for friends with pictures of us on it =D Eee! I love it!
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will
certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of
keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an
animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid
all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your
selfishness. But in that casket -- safe, dark, motionless, airless-- it
will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable,
impenetrable, irredeemable."
-C.S.Lewis, Four Types of Love
You're trapped in a (temporarily) out of order elevator - who would you like to be trapped with?
Submitted by tbtissimus.
Dallin. My Best Friend Ever.
Okay, we hate to ask, but... over the roll or under the roll?
OVER! If it's under, sometimes you can't even see it! You have to flip the roll around a million times till you find the end- not cool.
[*note: I have been writing this over a couple days]
Yesterday my mom called me while I was hanging out with friends. She said my letter from BYU-UT Admissions office came and asked if she could open it and tell me what it said. I wasn't going to let her, I kinda wanted to open it by myself since I figured I wasn't gonna get accepted, but I polled everyone in the car and they said open it now, so I let her. Acceptance denied. I seriously almost broke into tears, and would have had it not been for the other people in the car, one a friend of 3 years, another of 2 or so, and others of mere aqquaintance. So I swallowed hard and changed my voice, making it seem as if there were no particular occassion occuring. The passengeres continued their conversations in the background and didn't pay much attention as I continued the conversation with my mom about what else the letter said and all that was enclosed. I hung up. My longest friend present commented, "so you didn't get in?" me, "nope." The others began giving their condolences in the form of things like "it's no big." My longest friend starts talking about how their acceptance rate is only 68% anyway, blah blah......
None of it really helped. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, I was going purely on luck. I should have just planned on going to some other school and then I wouldn't have felt so let down, by myself. I just don't know what I'm going to do now. And I hate not knowing, all these people I talk to know what they're doing. Mallory has a full ride to BSU [Boise State in Idaho], Emiley has scholarship money to NAU [Northern Arizona]. Everyone else just says, "Oh yah, I'll probably go to UofA" as if picking a college is like deciding what shirt to wear. They make it seem so easy, but I guess it is when you can get into any of the schools you're even remotely interested in. I could have done more to up my chances but I didn't.Disappointment on my own accord. Now I am dealing with the consequences.
edit: 01/06/07
Well basically I know where I am going to college. PVCC, the community college across the street from my house. I can't afford to go anywhere else especially when my brother has a rare kind of arthritis that nobody really knows much about and your parents have already used up most of their savings account to pay his medical bills and still have $5,000 of debt and not much hope of it all being fixed anytime soon. I'll just live at home, keep my job, and maybe get another one to help pay for school. And now I don't think I can even consider going on my senior trip with my best friends or to EFY or any other trips I had planned for this summer... Life is just full of curve balls isn't it?
"And I so hate consequences..."
