The Sky Is Falling

The sky is falling. Always on my head too. Okay, not literally the sky, but in the past couple days, things keep falling out of nowhere on my head.

So, yesterday, I stopped over at my parent's house and opened the cupboard to grab a glass. I open the door, and the next thing I know, I'm soaking wet with a bump on my head! What the heck?!? Apparently a glass fell out of the cupboard when I opened it, landed in a bowl full of water, and knocked the bowl onto me. As the glass fell, it dumped my sister's mega, over-sized vitamin container (full, because apparently she doesn't ever take them) out of the cupboard as well which, of course, landed smack on my head. All because I was thirsty!

Today, I came home from the rink and headed into the bathroom. As soon as I shut the door behind me, something plops on my head and rolls off on the floor. Oww! I examined further to discover it was a root of some sort. Like, the knot at the end of a plant as it turns into a root. What this was doing in the bathroom, I have no idea. How it landed on my head, not a clue. All I can conclude: The sky is falling.

Embarrassing Road Work Story

So, I'm attempting to use YouTube for all of my Vlogging now. I might as well jump on the bandwagon, eh?

Oh, and by the way, I deleted a bunch of old blogs and vlogs that I decided were hardly relevant to my life anymore, so if you're just finding me now, and things don't totally make sense, that's probably why.

Anyway, here's my embarrassing story for the morning:

15 Reasons to Date a Figure Skater

I found this while I was surfing the web, and I thought it was cute:

15 Reasons to Date a Figure Skater

1. We learn new positions fast
2. We enjoy sliding on long thin objects
3. We perform to please the crowd
4. We enjoy an audience
5. We like being video taped
6. We are seductive
7. We have strong abs and tight thighs
8. We show off our legs
9. We compete for the best spot
10.We always want the top
11.We work hard to get what we want
12.We push harder and harder to go as fast as we want
13.We do what we’re told
14.We like doing hard things
15.We like doing it right

Solution Day

You have SIX lines.

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Add FIVE lines to make NINE.

You can only add FIVE lines, no more and no less.

How will you make NINE?



The FIVE lines are added to the previous lines in diagonals and horizontal lines to form the word "NINE"

This makes the solution:

N I N E

Tricky Tuesday

Okay, it's been awhile, I know.

You have SIX lines.

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Add FIVE lines to make NINE.

You can only add FIVE lines, no more and no less.

How will you make NINE?

Check back Thursday for the answer!!

Donating Blood

I donated blood today. It was my third time, and every time has ended the same way: with a wet towel across my forehead. I always get faint and then everyone comes running over saying I'm too pale, someone reclines the bed instantly, and hands come out of nowhere with cups of water in my face. Then I'm stuck at the Red Cross for another hour with cookies thrust left and right. Don't get me wrong; I love free cookies, but not when I'm surrounded by strangers half-passed out. Anyway, if you're not a pathetic weakling like me, then go ahead and donate blood. Besides my unfortunate ending to the experience, it's not so bad overall.

I should be studying

Right now I should not be allowed on the internet. I certainly shouldn't be blogging. I should be studying. I have two final exams tomorrow, one Friday, and one next week. I should be spending every spare second I have to Ace my finals . . . BUT . . . I just don't have the will to do it. I'm not motivated anymore. I've lost it.

My mother keeps telling me, "You have your whole life to work, you should focus on school now." The problem with that is, I like to work. As far as I'm concerned, I've spent my whole life in school, I want to work now. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about ditching school. It's just that I'd like to do both, and work is more fun.

And so, I'm not working, but I'm not studying either. I'm just sitting here blogging about how I shouldn't be blogging.