America the Beautiful

And the beautifully cruel.

The current presidential election season has roused strong emotions. It seems that none of those emotions are going to do America any good though. The political climate has been rocky for years. I can't remember the last time I heard anything good said about politicians.

I understand that the house I was raised in leans towards being conservative and extremely distrustful of authority figures. It was only recently that I found out none of my friends parents would quiz them on appropriate behavior for being arrested. Every time we watched a cop show as a family my dad would mute the commercials and ask us what to say if we had been arrested for those crimes. The answer was the same every time.

"I want a lawyer."

Say nothing else, not even your name until you get a lawyer.

In retrospect it seems a little strange that my dad would be so adamant about this particular problem. Was he expecting us to be a family of bad criminals. Bad as in they are always getting caught, because good criminal don't get caught, that's what makes them good. Or was he just preparing us to live in world were people are persecuted for not following the norm. Because if that was the case it would make a lot of sense.

I don't even have any answers, it's just something that has been bothering me for a while now.

I'm the baby, you gotta love me

My lovely siblings have been taking great care of me since I haven't really been able to walk the last few days. Well, I can walk but it's super painful and if I walk a lot I start to leave a blood trail. It's just not a good idea.

For the most part the food has been edible. There was an incident with easy mac and cheese that didn't go over so well. It had sat in the microwave for too long and lost all the water. I was mostly passed out on the couch when my brother mixed it up. He asked if it needed water and I said no. I'd forgotten that water evaporates. Everything ended okay because my mother made me Gold Fish mac and cheese. It was cute and delicious.

Fishies (Photo)

Thankfully my older sister made me a salad so I have eaten something healthy in the last few days. Pretty sure it's the only healthy thing I've eaten.

I did get some interesting, but yummy french toast for  breakfast. My brother made it. I was not entirely sure it was going to end well. I kept hearing questionable noises coming from the kitchen. The most disturbing was when he asked if it was supposed to look like that. Since I was lounging (in a rather foul temper) on the couch and couldn't actually see the kitchen I had no way of answering. It's been really odd to have him cook for me since if it's just the two of us at home I do the cooking.

It looked a lot like this, but flatter (Photo)

The best thing was when I asked my brother to get me a cup of coffee. I have a French press. He took the lid off and freaked out when he saw the coffee grounds. He didn't realize the plunger thing needed to be pressed down. In his defense he avoids all coffee and necessary equipment for making coffee. I got to talk him through the actions for a French press. Mostly that you have to push the plunger down slowly. He also took the lid of the creamer instead of popping the top up. Just unscrewed the whole thing.

This is real hard to use.

But mostly I've just eaten a lot a macaroni and cheese. It's my go to comfort food when I feel bad or am stressed.

I tried to decapitate my toe

Yesterday afternoon we were getting ready for a picnic when I cut open the bottom of my toe/foot area. It was highly unpleasant. And kind of embarrassing. My mom asked me to grab something from the pantry (our pantry is like 10 feet tall). It was barely out of my reach. Instead of taking the minute or so of time to move stuff around and set up the step ladder I decided to be time efficient and just jump up and grab it.

In retrospect it does seem like a dumb decision. However, I have lived in this house for over a year and jumped up to grab items on numerous occasions. At the time it seemed a reasonable action to take.

I landed on something and it hurt. It felt like a paper cut, a sharp stabbing pain. I looked down, this was possibly another mistake. Blood had gushed out of my foot all over the floor. There was a small puddle of blood on the pantry floor that was getting bigger while I put pressure on my foot. I turned my foot over and could see into my toe. A flap of skin had popped open, it looked like someone had tried to peel all the skin off. I freaked out.

My family members all rushed to the kitchen to see what they could do to help. After looking at the wound they decided it needed stitches. They bandaged up the toe in an attempt to stop the bleeding and took my to InstaCare.

Unfortunately the place was located in an intersection that is under construction. Traffic was at a standstill and we took the side roads, which ended up being blocked off and we did a circle around the building before getting to the lot. My father was driving and was not happy with the traffic. I was sitting in the middle of the back seat with my foot propped up on the passenger side seat. I did what most people do. I texted my best friends a picture of my bandaged foot. Responding to their messages kept me from freaking out about getting stitches. I have never had stitches before. 

The clinic was basically empty. I am assuming it's because of the horrible traffic. I got in to see a doctor in what is probably record time. I am almost positive you can't really read my handwriting on the information form. I probably should have had my father fill it out, but it's a little late for that.

The nurse was very nice. I remember she had on these light blue cowboy boots and black scrubs. She also had a really nice voice when she said my heart rate was elevated. Had I not been in so much pain it would have been funny in a I wan to punch you sort of way.

Had that nurse been the doctor things would have gone better. He came in and it all went down hill from there. He was an older, heavy man with a slow, wanna be Texas drawl. (I say want to be because it's Wyoming and most people from Wyoming who try and effect a Texas drawl don't do it right.) After looking at my foot he declared it a superficial lesion slapped two bandages on it and sent me home.

It was slightly more involved than that but the whole visit couldn't have taken more than fifteen minutes. I have a gouge out of the bottom of my toe and slice out of the side. The side cut almost looks like my skin just burst open. It's disturbing to look at. What's slightly more disturbing is that the bottom gouge connects to the side slice so that half of my toe skin can flap up.

I spent most of the examination gritting my teeth and trying not to bitch every time his pudgy fingers poked the open wound. For some reason the doctor did not realize, or possibly care, that it was really only one cut. He kept saying it didn't need stitches. Now it is possible there was nothing to keep the stitches in and they would only cause more problems but that isn't what he said. The doctor also told me I would be able to walk on it with out any problems. He only told me that after I asked. He also said I could take ibuprofen or Tylenol but didn't say how often or how much. Which I found highly irritating because I try to never take pain medicine if I could to something else to alleviate the pain, like drinking more water or eating something different.

By the time I got home I had already bled through the bandages the doctor had put on. I was so tempted to call them back and bitch at him. He had specified, the only thing he'd actually told me to do, that I needed to change the bandages once a day for the next ten days or so. When I'd asked if I would need to do more than that he'd said in a very snooty voice, "Once a day will be fine."

Subtext "I am the doctor, this is not a real problem."

You know when you can just hear what someone is saying?

That's what happened then. The doctor had decided I was a young woman who came in because of a little cut. Problem solved.

Even the nurse asked if he should look at it from another angle. If you are a doctor what would it hurt to have another look at something? It would have taken less then a minute and might have possibly made my life a little easier. It's not like he had another patient to look at.

Instead of him doing his job my mother has bandaged up my toe and I've been on bed rest. Which is very boring. Very boring. And quite possibly the only reason I wrote this post. Because every time I get up and walk around blood starts leaking all over the place. It's messy and disgusting.

A new family member joins the clan

Earlier this week my sister had her baby boy. It's very exciting. This is the first time one of my siblings had a kiddo. It's a little weird, but mostly just awesome.

Here is a picture of my cat, Beast, because I haven't gotten pictures of the baby yet. He had to go the hospital today to check for jaundice. It's a little nerve wracking, having someone so little that I love so much. Knowing that I can't do anything to keep him safe is uncomfortable. I kind of understand why some parents are control freaks.

Well. That sucked.

That awkward moment when you just got out of the shower and can't remember if you actually washed your hair or just got it wet. It seems like the older I've gotten the more things slip through the cracks. I just don't remember. Sometimes because it didn't happen and others cuz it wasn't important when I was doing whatever. I'm not sure this is a recent problem, but I can be in the same room and just not hear what's being said. Family plans will be made and I will have no idea because I wasn't paying attention. I was definitely wrapped in my own problems. Sadly that just causes more problems.

"We told you."
"You didn't."
"You were in the room when we talked about it."
"...."

After several years of this happening you'd think people (mostly family members) would realize they need to ask me if I heard. Not just assume I was listening to the conversation. I can hold mostly complete conversations and not remember them. If my attention if focused on something else it's gone.

What people should see when I'm not listening.

I can actually listen to what is being said, just some days it takes more energy than I want to use. Being lazy can cause all sorts of unanticipated problems. On the bright side, if you don't care about being left out of group meetings and pissing off all your extended family members, it really is a much easier way of life.

Hmm... I don't remember

My first semester at college I realized something troubling. I forget to eat unless there is a set schedule. In high school there were always specific times set aside for eating. This does not happen in college. College is a massive clusterfuck schedule wise. Because of that I would consistently miss meals or just forget to eat.

After I graduated I figured it would be easier to make time for meals. Which is true, but I did not realize that I would still forget to eat. Although that isn't strictly what happens. Normally I go through all the cupboards, stare into the fridge, then the freezer and decided I don't feel like making anything because it takes so much time. I repeat that entire process looking for something I can make in less time. Ultimately I end up staring at the popsicles in the freezer and thinking "eating a popsicle will raise my blood sugar which will give me more energy so then I can actually cook something."

Which is true. Only not at all. What ends up happening: I totally forget I was hungry. Or I get distracted and start working on something else entirely. A few hours pass before I even remember I was hungry, then the whole process starts all over. And all that leads to me feeling starved by the end of the day. I basically eat one meal a day and about three or four popsicles. It's so healthy...

Mommy's out of school for the summer

One of the great things about having a parent who is a teacher is summer vacation, because they get it too. This means my mom is around all summer. Not that I've really had anytime in the last six years to spend with her. But it is nice to be able to hang out with mom and not have to work around her work schedule.

Poor mommy was sick this weekend, it was kind of nasty. She had really bad food poisoning, at least that's what she thinks. It was... bad. I ended up having to drive her to her last day of school, which wasn't to bad since I got free ice cream out of it. It was delicious.

Exciting things happened last week. When I went down to Lincoln I finally picked up my diploma, it's so pretty.  It only took me ten months to pick the stupid thing up. Four years to "earn" a diploma and I can't even be bothered to send in the letter with my home address on it. Fail.

I bought a black frame with matting, it is also pretty. It took me a good five minutes to get the stupid frame on the wall. In my college cheapness I bought a craptastic frame that has a hinged wall hook hangy thing. Everytime I would try to "catch" the hook on the nail it just collapsed. I almost dropped the frame (diploma and all) into the dark depths behind my dresser. The only wall space, and I do mean only, was right above my dresser... I was standing preciously on a folding chair and my dresser trying to hang a frame on a nail several feet above my head. I felt like an idiot. Apparently college does not give real world experience for mounting pictures on walls.

By the time I got the stupid thing up I pretty much fell over laughing. My sister didn't think it was quite as funny, but she found it amusing as well.

I am molting. And it's not pretty

Baby oil is Nirvana.

The worst thing about sunburns is a few days later when skin starts sloughing off like a reptile replacing their scales. It's ugly. It's uncomfortable. It makes me grumpy. Who wants to run around flaking off little pieces of skin?

Plus trying to put anything on a peeling sunburn can be excruciatingly painful. Enough to make me want to run screaming and bash my head through the wall. Even if that wouldn't make me feel better it might be enough so that I pass out for a few hours. I've been running around with an ice pack practically attached to different parts of my body. The skin right under my collar bones is the worst, I move at all and causes this rippling burning sensation. Super painful. Makes it hard to think about anything else.

Which brings me to my next point. Baby oil is Nirvana. It is the only stuff I've been able to put on that doesn't feel like I am dumping molten lava into an open wound. The stuff is fantastic. The only detriment is that I now smell like a baby. And not in a good way. It's that weird kind of stuffy baby smell. At least I don't smell like a dirty baby, so it could be much worse.

I think that sunburns give me a major case ditsy (okay so it's probably not the sunburn, but I like being able to blame it on something other than myself). This week has been full of "Oh... um. My bad?" I dislike being so oblivious. Every single time I've done something stupid it's been in the kitchen.

Mom was getting ready for a picnic lunch and I decided to help her prep the food. She handed me a bunch of celery, told me to slice it up for the potato salad. I grabbed the huge bunch and chopped the bottom off. My mother flipped, apparently we only needed about three stalks instead of all of them. Well, to redeem my failure I decided to help mom peel the eggs, since she wasn't doing a good job. In high school I'd worked on salad bar prep and I remembered how much easier it is to peel eggs if you roll it across the counter, crushing the entire shell (it's pretty cool, it pops right off). I had forgotten that those eggs had been cooled, not straight out of the pot. It seems that just cooked hard boiled eggs will smoosh, all over the place, if you wake them on the counter. Yeah... I then ended up putting a dirty bowl in the pot of cooked potatoes. It was in the sink and I'd thought it was filled with soaking water, not potatoes. My mother was not happy.

Sadly, that was not the end of my reign of terror.

The next day I was cleaning the kitchen and the sink was not draining. Since the clog was on the disposal side I turned it on to take care of the problem. The sink started shaking and it sounded horrible. I thought it might blow up so I turned it off and left the sink alone. The sink seemed to be doing fine and I forgot all about the weird noises. Suppertime rolled around and I tried to open a jar of pesto and ended up dumping oil all over the counter. All over it. Since I had messed up the counter I opted to clean the kitchen after everyone was done eating. The cleaning went just fine, until I knocked over mom's pill box. It fell on the floor, spilled the contents and broke a piece off (mom duck taped it back on). It was about that time I realized the dishrag was missing. I hadn't seen it all day. Yeah, it was in the garbage disposal.

Unfortunately mom still hasn't banned me from the kitchen.

I wish I had a walk in freezer

To hide all the dead bodies. Of course.

Not really. I want it so the next time I get sunburned I can just crawl into it for a few hours. Or so when I find my own method for cryogenic freezing I will already have an place to stash my body. Not that I particularly want to go into cryo, seems like a waste of time. Knowing my luck I would end up like Mr. Freeze from Batman, never able to leave the cold suit thingy.

This would not look good on me. (photo).

Saturday was my Mommy's birthday (she's real old) and we did a picnic lunch birthday party thing. I totally spaced grabbing sunscreen. So did everyone else in my family, we all got burned a little but I got burned a whole lot. It hurts, it hurts like crazy bad. Getting sunburned seems to short circuit my ability to critically analyze ideas. Not like that particular ability is stable normally (hah, never). Because of that I now have a list of things you should never put on your sunburned skin.

Things that don't work on sunburns:
1.Body scrub
(bad, bad idea. I thought that if I used something that exfoliates skin it would help scrap off the burnt skin and I would get better faster. I have no idea if that actually worked, all I know is that if felt like rubbing my skin with sand paper. Not fun).

2. Vitamin E cream
(It just doesn't do anything, it hurts to rub on and does nothing useful).

3. Pain-a-trate
(It's basically the equivalent of icy/hot, I did not know that when I put it on. I would not have tried to use if if I had known that. I just thought it was a topical cream that numbed the skin, which sounded fabulous).

4. Clothes
(Sunburns make me want to join an indoor nudist colony).

Things that work on sunburns:
1. Aloe
(It's the most wonderful stuff ever. Unless it's straight from the plant, in which case it smells awful).

2. Ice
(I am not sure if this actually helps but it makes me feel better).

Death to dishwasher

Our dishwasher died yesterday morning. It was rather tragic, mostly because I do not want to hand wash everyone else's dishes. The handle broke and when mommy attempted to fix it via her normal methods (attacking with a butter knife) it didn't work. Thankfully we have a new handle and everything should go back to normal. At least as normal as it every is.

My life is just sooo exciting. Not.

Orc face and other fun beauty tips

It was Christmas all over again when I finally decided to take a few boxes out of my car. One of the boxes had a bag with left over Mary Kay products and several tubes of clay face mask. Which is why I decided to do a little pampering and ended up with a seriously green face, an orc face.

I am gonna eat your face!

Only I would really like to believe that I look better than that with a green face. I kind of want that Viking hat though... it's awesome. Besides I am descendant of Vikings, at least I am on my mother's side. My great aunts are really into genealogy and have studied and researched a bit. Or a lot.

Anyway. I think some of the things that people (mostly women, but not always) subject themselves to is crazy. There is an insane number of products for just about every ailment or wrinkle or skin issues any one could possibly have. Sometimes it's fun to hang out with friends and do facials and gossip, who am I kidding, I love being all girly. But if the focus is on getting and maintaining perfection it isn't worth it.

Although it is really fun to freak people out, pretend to be an orc queen and chase my brother around while screaming like a banshee. I firmly believe in having fun at other people's expense.

My minor obsession with Sailor Moon

A couple of weeks ago I finished reading "Codename: Sailor V" which is a prequel to "Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon".

I am not entirely sure when they added that first part, maybe it's always been there...

Isn't she adorable? There is a funny story behind the red bow.
Ask me about it sometime.

Anyway. I finished reading the entire series (all two books of it) and now I really want to watch Sailor Moon. The only problem is I can't find it anywhere. Not entirely true, some people are selling it on Amazon for an astronomical prize (think around three figures, so not cool).

I am not willing to pay a couple hundred bucks for one season. That is ridiculous.

But I really, really want to watch it again. It was on of my favorite childhood shows. The only thing I really remember is having a huge crush on Tuxedo Mask. Which, really, horrible name. It's really more of a descriptive statement than name.

"I wear a tuxedo and a mask, there fore you must call me Tuxedo Mask!"

I throw roses around, be impressed!

Not impressive. The top hat is pretty awesome though... I secretly have a top hat fetish (but only when I remember certain fictional characters). I think I got it from Alice in Wonderland's Mad Hatter.

So I really do want to watch the show again, mostly because I heard that they massacred the original show when translating it. Not a surprise, seeing as how there wasn't really a large adult audience for anime in the States at that point. There totally could have been, but the marketers botched it royally.

I have a moon, be jealous!

A friend in high school gave me the low down on how the story ended. For some reason I just kind of assumed that she beat the bad guys and then went back to her normal life... which is freakishly far from the truth and absolutely what happened. Lets just say that she went back to her original life, but not what she had been doing at the beginning of the series. I mostly thought that because I only ever saw the first season. Not that I remember how that ends either.


I am such a failure as a fan. I will obsessively watch a show, sometimes for several years, and then out of the blue I will just stop. Not that the story line doesn't intrigue me anymore, it's just that I know I can watch it later and there is no hurry to watch it right now. Basically I am every marketers nightmare. A fan who supports the show but doesn't go batshit crazy twifan girl about it. *shudder* just mentioning those fan girls makes me gag a little in the back of my throat.

So... I seem to have completely lost track of where I wanted to go with this post ... fail. Here is another pretty picture from Sailor Moon. Aren't they just the cutest? (please ignore the awkward shoulder pads, nobody told him the eighties are gone for good).

We rule the universe and if you don't do what we say we will send annoying otaku's to harass you.
You have been warned!

Have a great Christmas weekend!

Wow... just wow. Epic fail

My sisters friend is over and he has just introduced me to the most epic fail band ever.

You can watch and decide for yourself if it's worth an epic fail.

And here is another one.

And this one too.

Although, between you and me I think the banana song is freaking hilarious.

Mommy, it's staring at me

I rescued a Troll from the evil cat that has been quarantined in the living room area, the other one is stuck in the closet/bathroom because it was worms.

Anyway, my mother has a ton of toys and they're not always in areas that are cat free. So I had to rescue a rainbow Troll from Kyo. It's now sitting on my desk and staring at me. I kind of want to turn it around, but then it would be staring at the wall. And it's not nice to put toys in time out for just freaking me out a little. It's not the  Trolls fault it's creepy. Maybe it would be less creepy if I gave it a name.

Maybe Chuckie?

Hmm... No. That is even creepier.

I don't think it helps that it's wearing a white jump suite with multi colored letters all over the place. Looks alike a child's outfit from a psych ward. Ubber creepy. But at least it's not been chewed up by the kitty. Which would definitely make it look worse. Sort of like the toys from Sid's house in Toy Story.

Not my Troll, but almost as creepy.

Stream of consciousnesses writing and why I will never be the Pope

I feel like the Pope aspect is rather obvious, seeing as I am not male. Or Catholic, but honestly I feel like the not being male is a bigger deterrent and one that is more likely to change than me becoming Catholic. Although they do have awesome school uniforms... I am going to send my daughters to a Catholic school. In Japan. Because those are the two places with the best uniforms.

Yep. It's been decided.

Not like I am going to have children. But hey, at least they would have awesome memories.

Pope from Trinity Blood.

I have come to the realization that I am the worst long distance communicator ever. I have a friend who I have been mailing letters to for over a year and I have yet to get a reply. Which is cool, I am all down with her calling me and randomly saying things on FB. But my letters and e-mails also lack a certain quality that would inspire friends to write back. I basically spew information out on a page and let it go on it's merry little way. Not even stopping to edit. Though when writing letters it would be more difficult to edit since I write with a ball point pen and have no white-out or any other such mechanism.

My sister is not hooked on Leverage. I consider this a massive win. Since I absolutely adore the show. The Episodes are still interesting the second, and third, and fourth time around. Definitely a good show to invest in.

Anyway. What I was trying to say about my letters is that they are very stream of consciousness feeling. A lot like this blog, only less organized (I know, I didn't think that was possible either). Have you ever tried to reply to a highly unorganized, stream of consciousness e-mail. It's very difficult. I've been thinking about trying to actually compose something, like sitting down and thinking about what I am going to write, instead of just letting ideas and knowledge spew from my lips... or fingertips in this case (I stole that saying from a teacher. He's awesome). Although he isn't my teacher anymore. Which is super depressing. This whole adult thing sucks, and kind of rocks at the same time. I vacillate between thinking it's fantastic to be out of classes and wanting nothing more than to go back to school.

I've no idea what I actually want to do... which kind of sucks.

Check out my new pages on the blog. There only thing that has any writing yet is the Lolz Cats page. It's all my favs. They should be yours too.

My mother's a lol

Recently, as in a few days ago, my mother discovered this wonderful website, something about cheezburgers. Yes, she finally came to the understanding that the intrawebs has lots of wonderful pictures of animals. Mostly cats, because, lets be honest, they are so much cooler than anything else out there. Including you.

Since we have a doggie she decided to create a lolz dog picture of Huffy. Yes, the dogs name is Huffinagle... or something like that. But we all call him Huffy, or monster, or biter, or Down Idiot! And, surprise, surprise, my mother actually got online and posted a picture of the little runt.

Please go to the site and vote on this adorably annoying animal. Or you could just steal him so he stops barking and keeping me awake at night. I am down with either option.



Mommy thinks he looks like a "Noble" dog, but I know what his eyes are really saying, "come outside so I can jump up on you and get your nice clean clothes dirty, then I am going to slobber everywhere cuz that would just be fantastic." Basically, Dog + me = pissed off me.

Sprin cleaning... in the Fall?

My parents went to my dad's high school reunion thingy this weekend and my sister and I took the time to do some much needed cleaning. As in there are scaryly close to moldy things in the fridge, quick throw them away before mother thinks of some dastardly recipe to use nasty food in. It's really not as bad as all that. Most of the time my mother buys stuff and assumes it has been eaten before actually checking when she goes to buy more stuff.

Okay, so it really is that annoying. This house never has any staple food so it's difficult to cook. I can't even expound on how often I eat burritos. Not that there is anything wrong with burritos, but when that's what I had for lunch and supper and then lunch the next day, I don't really want to eat burritos again for supper.

And since my mother never wants to throw anything out my sister and I raid the pantry, fridge, freezer and deep freezer for food we feel as gone bad/will never be eaten. And then we throw it away *gasp*. But seriously it makes me super grumpy.

Also, never, ever, for any reason should you ever buy syrup that is sugar free. Ever. Do not do it. This is for your own good.

Mkay. On to the funniest song I think I've ever heard. It's "I will find you" by Clannad. Yes it is as creepy as the title implies. Mostly I just thought this would be a great song for my BFF who is getting married. Do it. Play this song at your wedding, it would be hilarious.

Another creeptastic choice for wedding songs is the other stalker song, "Every breath you take" by Sting and the Police... I think. I am not really sure, Google was a tad not helpful in this matter.

And that is my creepy stalker song quota for the year. Seriously disturbing stuff there. But really funny. I can' help but laugh hysterically the entire time the song is playing. Especially the song by Clannad.

Home safe and mostly sane

If sanity counts as having an intense desire to drive off the road and hit a power line just to relieve the monotony. There is something that I had forgotten I hate. I will give you one guess, here's a hint. It's orange and white and strikes anger in the hearts of all drivers. Yes that's right, it's a traffic cone. Something that is normally precedented by the worst sign in the world: Road work in 2 miles.

I hate those signs! Every time I saw one on the drive home I had to resist the urge to knock all the cones over with my car. Bwahahahahaha! What now traffic workers, eat that! But alas, I cannot actually do that. For one thing I am borrowing my parents car. They wouldn't appreciate me denting the bumper.

This was my first time driving on a long road trip, it was also my first time driving by myself. I am awesome! Not really, but it makes me feel better. I didn't even accidentally hit any traffic cones. It had to be one of the most boring trips I have ever been through. Although I think it would have been more boring if someone else was driving, because the scenery is boring. Hills for as far as the eye can see. Brown hills. Kinda like someone just dumped a bunch of shit on the ground and I had to drive through it.

To fend of involuntary suicide (Driving off the road and hitting a power line) I blasted techno music. Well at first it was just any music, but then for the last two hours I was keeping myself awake by raving to techno. It was great. Except I only had a few techno songs to listen to (mostly Cascada) and it was so loud I ended up giving myself a headache. I also couldn't hear my phone when my mommy called to see where I was. My phone ringer was set to the loudest volume, which is pretty freaking loud.

Now that I am deaf and pissed at all the construction that is happening I am going to get some seriously needed shut eye.