Okay, so evidently, NaOH and my face do not match well. I now have these red marks from when Carolyn and I had to put NaOH into containers this morning and evidently some of it got airborne and burned around my eyes. Grrr... They're not huge, and they'll be fine in a bit, but they still sting, so... No bueno. I'm so NOT impressed.
Also, I'm going out with the girls to Effin's and... well, I refuse to wear makeup. Instead, I'll wear my new awesome hat and be the coolest chica there. So, what what?!
Friday, June 08, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
I sit here and write in shock. I will not tell you what about, except that in my secret life, it's absolutely fantastic and breath-taking. For beauty, for boldness, for sheer insanity. And no matter the outcome, the journey, long or short, has started off amazingly.
*Smiles* Take that, doubts. Take that.
*Smiles* Take that, doubts. Take that.
Monday, June 04, 2007
I think I'm okay now. Why I wasn't okay in the first place, I'm unsure. But it's okay now.
I think the mono is finally loosening its grasp. I can stay up a little later, I can do a LOT more. But, it's given me a reason to say no. If I don't want to go somewhere, I think about it now instead of instantly agreeing just to be social. And honestly, there aren't many places I want to go. I really could be the most anti-social person ever; it's kind of funny in a quiet, alone sort of way.
Tomorrow is my second riding lesson of the summer. I'm excited. I think these lessons might actually be something I'll stick with. A barn I will like. Real people. It's hard to find them in horse world; so many are floating without a tether. Hell, maybe I'll even get to play at shows. After cleaning out my bureau, I found a treasure trove beneath clothes I haven't worn in years. A folder labelled, "Treasure's Folder," contained lists of horse shows I attended as a kid, rated and otherwise, with the points I'd racked up in Arab world. I looked through it and started smiling- I used to be good at this.
I think experience, of any sort, is good. The really powerful experiences are what makes a person, though. What gives them -character-. I used to dread when Becky would say that, but it's so true. The experience may be tough, but what it gives you in the end will be well worth it. And I want more. I want to live and truly experience it.
A good poem is the one that kicks you in the heart. Right on, Goudreau.
I think the mono is finally loosening its grasp. I can stay up a little later, I can do a LOT more. But, it's given me a reason to say no. If I don't want to go somewhere, I think about it now instead of instantly agreeing just to be social. And honestly, there aren't many places I want to go. I really could be the most anti-social person ever; it's kind of funny in a quiet, alone sort of way.
Tomorrow is my second riding lesson of the summer. I'm excited. I think these lessons might actually be something I'll stick with. A barn I will like. Real people. It's hard to find them in horse world; so many are floating without a tether. Hell, maybe I'll even get to play at shows. After cleaning out my bureau, I found a treasure trove beneath clothes I haven't worn in years. A folder labelled, "Treasure's Folder," contained lists of horse shows I attended as a kid, rated and otherwise, with the points I'd racked up in Arab world. I looked through it and started smiling- I used to be good at this.
I think experience, of any sort, is good. The really powerful experiences are what makes a person, though. What gives them -character-. I used to dread when Becky would say that, but it's so true. The experience may be tough, but what it gives you in the end will be well worth it. And I want more. I want to live and truly experience it.
A good poem is the one that kicks you in the heart. Right on, Goudreau.