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THIS IS A LOT PREPARE YOURSELF. (I am not a person of few words)
Well, my first official twenty fours of being grounded went better than I thought they would, I guess you could say.Partly because either my mom does not understand the full meaning of being “grounded” or only “grounded” me because somewhere in the parental law book you MUST ground your child if they fail a class no matter what the circumstances may be. Or maybe it’s a combination of both?
Anyways.
I started the day off with quality time well spent with my cat. (who shall remain unnamed due to the fact that I named her when I was six. Lets just say the word “baby“ is involved…) All the cool kids these days spend time with their furry pet and watch sponge bob on Saturday mornings. I know, don’t be too envious. And then I felt kind of like a tub of lard, and thought I should go run. I called Garrett but for reasons unknown he did not answer his phone. And then I called Justine. To see if one of the two would like to join me in my quest to feel not like a tub of lard. And so, I went and picked up Justine interrupting her tedious job of coloring in her Pirates of the Caribbean coloring book (and waited for her to find her other shoe, that ended up being in the corner of her room under some article of clothing. )
We eventually made it to Wilson Morgan Park, and ran a little in the cold and mist. We made it half way or so around the track before running seized to hold our attention. We walked down toward the water (with only minor difficulty, I got a thorn in my thumb) and then contemplated and plotted how to jump over the big concrete wall, but decided to save that task for a later date. We made our way back to the trail (with Justine only managing to slide down a small mud slope). And then came the major part of the mornings events.
We followed the trail a bit, and ran through a few puddles. And then thought we’d try to get to a “island” type thing jutting out into the pond. We did not make it to the “island type thing”.
I thought I could make a jump from the area with the trail, to the next area that I think is specifically designed to keep you from getting to the “island type thing”. So basically I am trying to jump from one mound of dirt to the next with a ditch filled with water (deeper water than normal because of all the recent rain) in between me and the other mound. The mound of dirt I was jumping from was down hill and I chickened out of a few anticipated running jumps before I actually attempted to hurl myself across the (actually not really that wide) wide stream of water. It did not go well.
I ended up sliding up hill in the mud. On my face.
Not a very pleasant experience.
Instinctively I had my hands out in front of me to catch myself. But with no surprise they didn’t really help much. What I believe actually stopped me from continuing to slide up hill was a rock. A rock that stopped me from sliding up hill by being conveniently located right in the direct path of my head. So, I pretty much was sliding uphill in the mud on my head, until my head slammed into a rock and stopped me.
Also, not a very pleasant experience.
We laughed a lot. And I ended up with minor injuries to my hands, wrist, head (mainly just an ache), and clothing.
AND THEN.
Justine thought she should give it a shot.She had a few canceled running jumps, like myself. But finally went for it. Her fall was much more graceful I must say. She was soaring pretty well for about two seconds and then her foot grazed the water, and then the edge of the stream which eventually sent her plummeting into the landing strip that I cleared for her earlier. Right before finally settling into the ground she did a mid air twist that prevented her from landing face down and is ultimately the better way to land-not face down. Only minor injuries there too, she twisted her knee funny (I think she used that leg for the pivot point of the mid air twist, and consequently it suffered minor injuries)… she walked away with mud and rain damage to her clothing (like I said, not face first was the better way to land).
We were too tired and injured to attempt a jump back (our dreams of going to the “island type thingy” were forgotten after we realized I was bleeding). So I just walked right through the stream, soaking my shoes the rest of the way. Justine followed.
And then we laughed a lot more.
We ran through a few more pulldes, and got in the car. We stopped by Andrea’s to show Andrea and Sarah our lovely soaked and mudded clothing (and my bleeding hands) and to tell them the story.We laughed a lot, and then Justine and I both went home.
Round two of my not as boring as I thought it would be first twenty four hours of my being grounded.
Came home, told my mom what happened.
Made some food, watched TV
Said bye to my mom (she was going to my Great Great Aunt Frances’ house (the one who died) to help Betty (Frances’ daughter) with some stuff, and to just… help Betty out, and keep her from having to do that alone.
Showered.Got ready.
Lauren came over.
Went to Walgreen’s to get a phone card.
Went to Chick-fil-a to grub.
Sat and talked to Lauren.
Went home to blow out a candle I accidentally left going.
Got back out and went to Holly Wood Video and got the movies Sex Drive and Driving Lessons (we weren’t intending to go with a driving theme, but we did. Both were excellent movies)
Also-side note: apparently hanging out with Lauren IS considered acceptable grounded behavior. But going to Wal-Mart to buy paint is not. (my mom actually suggested I hang out with Lauren after she told me I could not go to Wal-Mart to buy more paint so I could paint while being grounded.) Odd? Lauren’s mother also felt the same way.
Watched Sex Drive (laughed a lot)
I embarrassed myself when Betty and my mom got back because I could not fit a ring that was Frances’ on my ring finger, but now wear it on my pinkie (I have big meaty claws, man hands)
Lauren went home to eat
I went and got my mom a milkshake,
went to star bucks to get myself some coffee.
Ran into Robert.
Made an idiot out of myself with my phone and the money and the lady behind the counter.
Ran into Tre’.
He gave me a book I cannot wait to read.
Drove home.
Manage to spill about half of my moms milkshake into the center consol of my jeep.
Cleaned that out.
Lauren came back over.
We watched Driving Lessons.
She went home
My mom preformed a minor surgery on my hands that still had dirt embedded in them.
I folded some clothes.
I sat down at the computer.
I’ve been here ever since.
I have said too much.
Have a nice… life or whatever.
kbye
I feel compelled to let you (the two people who will actually read this, who already know me, Gabby and Lauren) know a little about me, and my life. I don’t know if this is traditionally done in the whole blog world (this is my fist time to blog, for real) but who needs tradition anyway. And from the little I have gathered about this whole thing, it doesn’t really matter.
Disclaimer: I cannot spell. Also, my grammar skills are lacking, in a serious way. I’m sure I could work on both and make it look like I know what I am doing, but I’m too lazy. And I often cannot convey what I am trying to say very well, I’m not very… smooth or graceful with my words. I also don’t normally like to write and have people read it (right! so why don't you get a blog?!) I regularly cannot come up with the word I need to describe how I feel, when in person, I often use hand gestures and sound effects to get my point across the best I can. (And it also appears I only notice things that are wrong with me.)
Well…
I have very unnatural looking natural curly hair (hints the name “McCurly“)I enjoy reading. The less real world the better.
I talk a lot sometimes (most of the time).
I also (sometimes) mumble and talk too fast, and I think Lauren is one of the only people who understands what I am saying.
I am a Christian, despite my many mishaps and screw ups.
I also enjoy music, but not in the way that all I can ever do is talk about music, and all the music I know, and all the music you should know. (music is not your life, get over it. You should also be slapped.)
I try not to jump to conclusions about people, or be too judgmental (I do not always keep this statement true, but for the most part I try to.)( I try to just assume everyone is nice and friendly until proven otherwise.) (but I am often proven otherwise)
.I say “often” often.
I’m not a good person to watch TV (or any form of TV such as movies) with due to the fact that I always have something to say about the show/movie every ten seconds.
I’ve been told on many occasions that I’m awkward, and that I make most conversations and situations awkward. I guess you could just say I am overall an awkward person.
I change my mind frequently-or better yet-I’m indecisive. I can never really pick anything for sure, either I don’t know what I want or I don’t care enough to pick something.
I'm cheesy.
I talk to myself all the time.
I’m very organized.
I actually enjoy cleaning.
I make mental list for everything, and always say them out loud when say for instance, I walk out the door, or pack my lunch. (so I don’t forget things)
I also make fun of myself a lot. (Its not so much a confidence issue as it is a way to vent my agitation I sometimes feel toward myself for saying or doing something stupid. Which is often. Psychoanalyze that as much as you would like. And also because when you make fun of yourself people laugh, not so much at you as it is with you.) ( I swear I do not hate or think little of myself constantly.)
I want to travel, live/visit/stay anywhere and everywhere. (I went to India my freshman year, and well, I had always wanted to travel before, and then after the trip… all I can do is pick out places I want to go next.)
I’ll have to quote what Gabby The Great once said to me during one of the many discussion at the art table. We were all having everyone tell each other things they had observed about each other in the short time we had spent together. Gabby said something along the lines of this about me : “You care about what people think of you, but not to the extent that you are going to change who you really are.” (I thought that was very clever, and it has stuck with me)
I think you can tell a lot about a person by their favorite color and also by what style/type of car they drive, (for reasons unknown) so do what you can with that.
I have no favorite color, I cannot pick one. I guess you could say I like most of them.
I drive (very dangerously) a large red jeep that I have recently renamed The Mayflower. (original name: Chandler)
I stay in a bubble of oblivion sometimes, I never pay enough attention to the world going on around me.
I try speak my mind for the most part, and I like people who will do the same.
I like people (sometimes), and I like to spend time with people (sometimes).
I have never written this much about myself, ever.
I have some of THE coolest friends and people in my life, and would not be able to go on without them.
This is just the beginning of the madness, you don’t even know.
kbye
Kourtknee pm [8:53 PM]: alphabet war (see who can type the alphabet fastest.)
Kourtknee pm [8:53 PM]: 5
Kourtknee pm [8:53 PM]: 4
Kourtknee pm [8:53 PM]: 3
Kourtknee pm [8:53 PM]: 2
Kourtknee pm [8:53 PM]: 1.... GO!
Kourtknee pm [8:53 PM]: abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
Kourtknee pm [8:53 PM]: I win.
LaurenisFat92 [8:54 PM]: huh?
Kourtknee pm [8:54 PM]: alphabet war
LaurenisFat92 [8:54 PM]: I was totally off doing something else that entire time
Kourtknee pm [8:54 PM]: lame
Kourtknee pm [8:54 PM]: okay ...redo
Kourtknee pm [8:54 PM]: I'll be like 5
Kourtknee pm [8:54 PM]: and then you say 4
Kourtknee pm [8:54 PM]: and then after whoever says 1
Kourtknee pm [8:54 PM]: we start
Kourtknee pm [8:54 PM]: 5
LaurenisFat92 [8:54 PM]: but I dont wanna
Kourtknee pm [8:55 PM]: you suck
Kourtknee pm [8:55 PM]: 5
LaurenisFat92 [8:55 PM]: fug you
Kourtknee pm [8:55 PM]: fug you
Kourtknee pm [8:55 PM]: 5
LaurenisFat92 [8:55 PM]: 67
Kourtknee pm [8:55 PM]: 5
Kourtknee pm [8:55 PM]: fug you
Kourtknee pm [8:55 PM]: Myspace bulletin?
LaurenisFat92 [8:55 PM]: if you wish
Kourtknee pm [8:56 PM]: okay
Kourtknee pm [8:56 PM]: it's settled.
Kourtknee pm [8:59 PM]: 5
LaurenisFat92 [8:59 PM]: must you?
Kourtknee pm [9:00 PM]: fug you
So.
I thought I’d give this whole blog thing a shot.
ALTHOUGH
Right now is most likely not a good time to “give this blog thing a shot” seeing as I am extremely angry at this point in time. (I failed chemistry, and screwed up pretty big time in Algebra,) and I am now paying the consequences, for the next two weeks.
In my mind, I do not understand how being grounded for grades makes since. I mean if I stole a car, or partied a little too hard and Madre found out, that would be one thing. I can see how being grounded and trapped at home would make since then. But being grounded for grades, when you’re someone like me, I find is exceedingly STUPID. SHE KNOWS I’ve had a tough last ( I don’t even really keep count anymore, lets just go with two months.) What with me being sick twice, my great great aunt (even with the distant relevance I was still very close to) dying, my constant struggle with chemistry (which turned out to be a pointless effort after all), the crap face people surrounding me, and the pretty much daily struggle that is life in high school. So the adequate punishment for me failing is to take away time spent with people I actually like being around? The people that keep me from going mad. I DO understand that punishment or maybe more time spent that is dedicated to chemistry is totally called for here, but to be forced against your will to be stuck in the house with the last person you would want to be stuck in a house with, well…. that’s just sick. But whatever, parents are right even if they are wrong I have discovered. Its whatever.
I’m used to it.
I’m just another typical pissed off teenager. Pissed because they have been told once again that they were wrong.
I am normally not this angry, and not this pessimistic. (okay so the last statement is not completely true.)
kbye
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