Huzzah

My friend Liz and I decided to push our limits just a bit.
Not that we really have any limits, but we'd prefer not to kill our horses when we decide to become daredevils for a day. So, our rule of thumb is usually not to jump anything higher than three inches over than anything you've done in a course. So, to break it down a bit, if we want to jump a 3'3" jump, we need to have completed a course with 3' jumps.

Anyway, long story short, we fooled around with 3ft.

Huzzah!

Not Death?

Today was an IEA show,
And we actually didn't fail.
Actually, our barn came up for first place.
So yea.

Also, all of our faces look super weird in this picture.

I'm Being Arrogant and Recalling My Trashy Childhood

If I haven't already made it super apparent, I really like BBC's Sherlock.
But unlike a lot of people, I don't like because of Benedict's striking features or Sherlock's eccentricities, or even the JohnLock (even though that plays a major role in my love for the character's themselves, more on that later), I didn't like it because of all that. I liked it because Sherlock was the first character I could really, truly relate to.
Why? Because I was THAT kid. I noticed everything, and I made sure everyone knew I noticed it, simply because I thought it was all blatantly obvious.

For example:

"Mrs. XXX, where'd your wedding ring go? Your husband left you, didn't he?"

"Mrs. XXX, you've put on six pounds. Maybe it's because your husband left you."

"XXX, your new haircut is compensating for your lack of maturity and your obvious dependency on your stuffed animals."

"XXX you've been crying. Not because you're sad, but because you're in a desperate need for attention."

"Mr. XXX, your haircut doesn't flatter you whatsoever, maybe it's because your controlling wife picked it out."

And so on forth.

Needless to say, I didn't really get along with any of my teachers or peers. Regular tormenting and occasional beatings were arranged by my classmates to keep me in place, but I seriously couldn't help myself. I just noticed EVERYTHING and I thought everyone did, too.

And while my knack for deductions and uncanny observations never went away, my need to announce it was buried and mostly killed off by my childhood bullies. It's still so alien to me that no one notices such obvious things, though.

Crisis

Mid way through first period today, I realized that I don't know what I want to do with my life. For a while, I've been looking into Forensic Psychology, but then a bought a book on it, and the further I got into it, the further away I wanted to get from the idea. It wasn't what I was originally informed it would be, and that's basically the definition of depression. I thought I had my whole life completely figured out already, but apparently not.

So I spent all of my first few classes looking into what I possibly want to do with my pathetic life and what colleges could possibly help me fulfill these sad, hopeless ideas.

I got no where.

A Zillion Reasons On Why My Horse Is A Magical Being

^^This is my horse, Mister.
And here is a kazillion reasons on why he is a magical creature:

1. He does like a fully body shake when I'm riding him and I nearly fall off every time.
2. He finds great humor in knocking things over.
3. If I point him at a moving object, he will go after it (ex. a coyote)
4. He really likes it when you scratch his upper lip, and if you do it long enough he sticks his tongue out like a cat caught in mid-lick.
5. He has a liking for banana slices and black licorice bits.
6. I like to blow raspberries in his face, and then he gets really mad. Not even like ears-pinned mad, just like "Mother what are you doing you're embarrassing me god".
7. He's a grey horse, but when he actually has a big blaze going down his face.
8. He has a huge scar on his upper front right leg and no one knows where it came from.

9. He's super hard to fit saddles to because he has super wide shoulders and a really awkward back.
10. He does this super weird thing with his feet when he goes down hills.
11. He flips his upper lip after he eats. It doesn't matter how many times he's had it before, he's going to flip his lip.
12. He has a huge parrot mouth.
13. He seems to respond to people. If your talking about him, he'll nod his head up and down as if he's agreeing with you.
14. He does this weird thing after he yarns where he cocks his jaw to one side and swings his head one way. It kinda looks like he's trying to scratch his lip with his teeth. Sometimes he'll swing his head into my face and won't move it away until I kiss him.
15. He rocks the mohawk.
16. He's got a thing for babies. Like he just really likes them.
17. He really likes dogs, but he gets upset if they ignore him.
18. If I'm walking too slowly he'll get up behind me and shove me.

19. He jumps 3ft like a 5ft and that excites me.
20. He tries to collect himself galloping.
21. He's an Appendix but he's built like a warmblood thing.
22. He only bucks with people he doesn't like. There's only two people I know of he has bucked for. Coincidentally, I hate both of those people.
23. Our first dressage test, he jumped out of the arena. There was zillion jokes about how great he was going to be for show jumping, where he proceeded to refuse every jump.
24. He is a cross country rockstar.
25. He has an insanely bouncy sitting trot.
26. He hates back boots.
27. Whenever he meets a new horse, he'll do the whole nose sniff thing, but after a few moments he'll try to nibble at their nose like he's trying to suffocate them.
28. I have a leather bracelet with his name engraved on it, and he thinks it's really funny to try to eat it off.
29. When I catch him lying down in the pasture, I'll sit next to him and he'll put his massive, dirty head in my lap.
30. He won't leave my side after I take his halter off in the pasture until I kiss both of his whorls.

31. He's not super photogenic
32. When he first came out to my barn, he was tried out by a friend of mine who was looking to buy him. He was so insane she completely quit riding.
33. He's an insane pole bender and barrel racer. I had no idea until I did a fun competition during a week long clinic and he cleaned up.
34. He has severe stall anxiety and has to be heavily drugged in order to not kill himself. I was once called over from a clinic because he has slamming his head against the bars of the stall.
35. Our eventing colors are pink and blue.
36. He's honestly really cuddly. Like my brother is terrified of horses and he even likes him.
37. He won't eat regular apples, but he loves crab apples.
38. His registered name is Platinum Artifacts and honestly that's just a super cool name.
39. Our anniversary is February 5th, which is also my best friend's birthday.
40. He's super happy all the time.

41. He has a really thick tail.
42. He really likes cats.
43. He has to have so much sunscreen on his nose in the summer it's not even funny.
45. He's super picky about treats to be honest.
46. When he gets excited during a course, he tucks his butt up under and starts getting these super long, powerful strides and it terrifies most people.
47. I only ever have baby blue bell boots on him.
48. He has an insane head set and it makes me so happy.
49. We use to make jokes about what a nice topline he has. It was between me and a barn mom who didn't really know what a top line was, and when I was watching him go before I started leasing him, I mentioned he had a really nice topline, she overheard it and that was the only thing she would ever say about him.
50. He's great and I love him.

Anyway, that's about it for my wonderful child.
 

Punk Kids Go Walking Again

I went back over to my dad's again and went walking with Fish and our friend Jess.
We walked, Jess took a bunch of aesthetic pictures of us on logs and swings and stuff. We casually invaded on other people's yards, talked trash, etc etc. You know, punk kid stuff.
Because we're teenagers. We just can't control ourselves.
JK. We're just jerks.
Anyway, we made our way back to the park, finding a small, fluffy cat on the way. He was friendly and soft, and his ID tag said "Dewey" on it. We loved on him a bit, took pics and he followed us around a while. He was nice.
We kept going, and since the park was full of kids, we kept walking. At the end of the sidewalk on the other side of the road, there was an abandoned house, next to that there was an abandoned shack. Of course we had to investigate. Fish and Jess stood up front of the shack and made a vlog, while I went around and checked out the woods behind. There I found a house in shambles. Decayed roof and all, up under it were leather shoes of various sizes; men's, women's, and child's. A few kids toys, soaked jackets, piping and plumbing. Evident signs of previous life, abandoned.
There was no beer or signs of alcohol, the shoes were nice and expensive, same goes for the silverware and cups and plates. Part of me thought maybe the house had burned, but there weren't any signs of scorching. One of the wet jackets did smell vaguely chemically, though. I assumed that perhaps the shambles had been there for a while, left to rot, but the leather of the shoes wasn't broken down, and the wet jackets and cloths weren't mildewed or molded. The salvageable kid's toys were common and modern brands, and the glass cups and jars showed little discoloration, so it couldn't have been old. Maybe the owner of the old house had an issue with his wife and threw out all of the tangible memories of his past life? Maybe it was a smaller house holding someone's old stuff.
I haven't come to any sort of solid conclusion yet, but I'll be back over there some time this week to get a better look. I'm slightly pissed that I haven't found a concrete answer, but I promise I'll have one.

Mother Mandated

The snow from yesterday has mostly melted, and roads in town are back open. You can even feel that the tension in the air from concerned citizens has cleared out. It's still cold, so I was fully prepared to stay indoors on the computer, trying to keep my mind from going haywire.
Until we had a Mother Mandated Family Outing. She dragged us to a local Mexican restaurant, owned by an old friend of mine, and then lugged us to a hardware store to look at heaters for the dog room.
That just about sums up today. Oh and school is cancelled tomorrow. Yea that's it.

Also, I need some feedback, if Sherlock Holmes and Dr John Watson were dogs, Sherlock would be a standard black poodle and John would be a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Thoughts?

Snowpocalypse Part 2

Today was a good day.

It started with a friend of mine, Emmett, and I sledding around on the hills of my dad's house, until we downgraded to trudging through the slushy roads when my older brother decided to join in. 

But occasionally, brother dearest has some good ideas. His best idea was to go get his friend from school, Fish.

Yes, his name is Fish. Or at least, that's what we all call him. 

^^Fish

We intruded on his home, woke up his sleeping step-father, talked casually about the Human Centipede movie on its inaccuracy to sustain human life, and then forced him out into the elements.

Afterwards, we hit up our dad's house for a quick jam session and sodas, until we decided to check out our dad's future duplex, with Fish insisting on playing my ukulele all the way over. 

On our way over, we saw a "MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, VOTE TRUMP", so naturally, being the gutsy, punk rock teen freaks, we pelted it with snowballs.

We then collectively decided we need more people in on this action. So we rooted through two different neighborhoods for my friend, Laura. An hour later, after being totally lost, we met up at Fish's house, where he collected his phone and we set back out.

It was then decided we owed a visit to my all time favorite teacher, who lives a little ways away. On our way, we rummaged through a kid's park, took some artsy pictures of the vulgar graffiti littering the party area, busted our butts on some iced over slides, and nearly hot wired a bulldozer. So we set back off to my teacher's house.

We got his attention by blasting the Space Jam theme song from across the road. He was proud of our music choices, and came out in a t-shirt and chatted for a bit, somehow managing to not succumb to the cold. We then left him to his lunch as we started our way back.

Less than half way, we noticed two familiar pedestrians, both who we would identify as my brother's and Fish's friends from school, Ken and Peyton, so it was only fair that they joined us.

They were also completely baked, and headed in the wrong direction for the nearest gas station to buy a new lighter, because Ken had drunkenly thrown theirs into the snow and loss it. We redirected them, first  dropping by Fish's house so he could go home, then by Emmett's so he could have lunch, then by my dad's so my brother, Lou, could head to my mom's house. So, leaving Laura, Ken, Peyton, and I, we marched to the nearest gas station to buy a new lighter, and, respectively, food, because both Ken and Peyton had the munchies pretty bad. 

And with that, we headed home, all parting to our own ways at the four-way stop.

And with that, I am left with the best snow day I've ever had. Thanks, Snowmageddon 2k16, I hope to see you again before the winter is over with. But for now, I'm off to thawing my toes back out.

 And a bonus Moby picture. 

Snowpocalypse

Not really. But sleetpocalypse doesn't sound nearly as nice.

Regardless, we've got about three centimeters of sleet going, so I donned my Belfast and headed out.


The roads are completely iced over, and with all the hills in my neighborhood, today would be perfect for sledding.
But I can't find my toboggan, so that was out of the picture.

So I grabbed my faithful(haha not really) companion and decided to explore some nearby neighborhoods.


Moby decided that the best idea at the time was to stay twenty meters in front of me.

And even though it's -1, the scenery was still pretty neat.



We have a solid chance of snow at seven, so finger crossed I can get out to get a few more pics.

(Fair disclaimer: You will rarely see me using the Imperial system of measurement. I am a firm believer that it's stupid and we might as well just use the metric system.)
(Another fair warning: I am not a photographer, I know these pics suck.)

Winter Weather Advisory

The snow from yesterday melted before it ever had a chance to stick, regardless, schools were delayed by two hours. Yes, the south is still in a state of emergency, but we're technically safe for now. Last year, we got about 15 centimeters of snow, and our state literally called for a State of Emergency. Every road from here to Columbia was shut down.

But for once, we might actually have reason to shut everything down. We have a winter weather advisory starting tomorrow and following through to the weekend. I'm pretty sure the school district has already planned to shut down school for tomorrow. I would be laughing at this, but I'm actually a bit worried. We also have a forecast of ice storms, so not only will we probably lose power, we'll probably lose trees, and that's especially problematic for me because I live in the middle of the woods.

I don't know how to scrap ice off windows, no one down here does. Stores don't even sell ice scrapers down here. I've certainly never seen one before.

What if I wanna go check on the horses? Will I have to walk? I can't walk that fast. I'm also constantly cold. What am I supposed to do then?

Another fun fact about me: I hate staying sedentary for too long. I can't just curl up and relax. I don't relax, my mind is constantly working and thinking and I don't like staying inside the house for too long. If I don't do anything for long periods of time, I'll start getting panic attacks because my mind gets carried away and I spiral into anxiety.

This will not be a fun weekend.

The Apocalypse

As a bit of background information, I live in the heart of the south, although you wouldn't know it if you had to guess. I didn't pick up an accent or any of the lingo or the strange obsession with camouflage, I'm just sort of here. 

As a bit more background information, there's not a lot we don't see down here. Everything from the leftovers of hurricanes, tornadoes, hail, freak rain storms, etc etc.

But one thing we don't see very often: snow. And when you see southerners react to the fulfilled forecast of snow, you've officially seen it all.

So of course, on this topic, it is in fact snowing right now. And on that topic, I can tell you right now that every store from here to NC is fresh out of bread, milk, and beer. People are locking themselves in their homes bundled in copious coats and blankets, praying to jesus that the snow will not freeze them over. The same posts on facebook circulate everyone's feed, and it's usually the one with a girl in shorts running and jumping into the snow. They tell their neighbors they love them in case they don't make it through the night, and they tell their enemies to go screw themselves in case they do make it through the night. 

The sad part is, we've had consistent snow for the past few years now. No one down here has gotten the memo yet that this whole snow thing is natural, and it won't kill anyone. 

And just so we are clear, I don't endorse any of the South's barbaric response to these icy winters. It's imbecilic and we are not going to die.

But here I am, drinking really nasty, diluted tea, cuddled in blankets, and I'm about to turn on my fireplace. It's not even really snowing anymore, just a bunch of sleet and nastiness. With hope, the rain will freeze over and school will be cancelled tomorrow because no one down here knows how to drive when it's below 38 degrees. 

In the meantime, I'm content with keeping my perpetually cold body as warm as possible and binging on Netflix series. 

Q-Tips and Anxiety Attacks

I stuck a Q-Tip where the sun don't shine today.

In simpler terms, it accidently jabbed it too far down my ear and I hate myself right now.

I also have loads of homework to do but I have no motivation whatsoever because I had a mini anxiety attack earlier and I am completely zapped of energy. I'll probably just do it in the middle of the night because it's not like I sleep anyway.

That's my day in a nutshell. Why am I even writing these.

Coffee

Fun fact, I don't take coffee well. I'm small and lightweight and after two cups of coffee I'm a jittery mess.
Despite this, I drink two cups a day at a minimum. I'm actually draining a cup as I write this. It's room temperature and actually a bit cringe-worthy but I don't know how much I actually care. Coffee is coffee.

But yes I am shaking worse than a chihuahua about to lunge at somebody's ankles.

I also may have overdosed on melatonin pills last night and I don't think that's quite out of my system yet, so if I don't drink this coffee I might be out cold. I've got things to do, sleeping is not on my agenda.

But it does seem to be on my older brother's agenda. His morning routine is to wake up at an unreasonable time, eat breakfast, find a cat, curl up on the couch and fall asleep again. I don't know how he does it. I don't know how he does a lot of things. He was some child prodigy growing up because he was able to speak semi-coherent sentences before he was less than half a year old. Now he's some A plus high schooler trying to get into the best art schools in the world. This is not an issue for him. Actually, he's not trying to get in, he's trying to decide on which one he wants to go to because they're all fighting over him. If it's not already obvious, he's the smart one. I don't like him.

How did I get on the topic of my big brother. I was talking about coffee.

Speaking of which, I just finished off the last of the pot.

Otherwise, I've spent the day sitting on the couch drawing and brainstorming with a friend of mine over text. My knees are currently locked under and I'm stiff as a board.

I am also convinced that there's correlation between the three recent and sudden deaths of David Bowie, Alan Rickman, and (from earlier today) Glenn Frey. More on this later.

First Post

This blog is here literally so I can write down my internal monologue.

Coincidentally, the majority of my thoughts are constructed like an autobiography.

My life is basically insignificant, I run a YouTube channel with two of my barn friends, but I can't be bothered to actually upload our videos to edit them and post them.

I made a blog simply because I have no friends at school to talk to, so I might as well talk to whoever's willing to listen.

Er, read.

Yea. Maybe I'll even add pictures to my blog posts. I ride horses so that'll be fun to talk about.

I'll try to write daily. But like I said, I am pretty boring and insignificant.