Imagine.

Planes

Today is one of those days where I cannot be bothered to do literally anything at all.
I've sat on the couch all day just hating myself. I mean, that's what I do most days, but today is just really, really bad. I need to go ride but I also don't want to, I need to eat lunch but I also don't want to, I need to do a lot of things, but I really don't want to. I'm not sad or anything, I just don't really care about anything.
Like, how much can you not care? This much.
I'd draw myself making a large hand gesture, but I don't want to.

But I dragged myself out to the barn anyway because I have a clinic tomorrow.
But the weirdest thing happened while I was out there.
As I went to grab Mister from the field, I heard some planes flying overhead. When I looked up, there were actually three flying, creating an uncomfortably close triangle of planes; one black one, two white, with the black one seemingly trying to hit the two others.
Anyway, it was really freaky, and I'm really tired and I have a big day tomorrow, so I'm just going to include today's happenings in tomorrow's entry. Does that make sense?
Cheers.

Guts

I come from a long line of artists and scientists. My mom's a scientist, my brother is an artist, my dad's a musician and a writer (that counts as an artist).

I don't know what happened with me. Something went wrong somewhere.
To give you an example, I drew a self-portrait:

Fantastic.

That being said, drawing on MSPaint takes guts. Like, serious guts. 

Guts.

Lou, of course, can draw on MSPaint. I'll draw Lou, too.

Not sure what happened on this one. Admittedly, I slacked off a bit.

I can kinda draw on paper.

And then:

But still.

Anyway, like I said, maybe one day I'll post something funny.

Cheers.

Obsession

Ever since I was little, I was obsessed with this game called "Howrse". It's a virtual horse breeding game; there's no winning involved (except for competitions) and there's no ultimate end game. I found this game back during its developing stages when I was six or seven, and I played it every day, piously. It was the first thing on my daily schedule up until I was reported (I'm still not sure why) and bullied over the messaging system. After that, it was almost completely deleted from my daily life.

Up until a few months ago.

It has once again snuck its way back into my already busy life.

I'm not bad at it, either, so I guess I can't complain too much.

My issue with the game, is that I am horribly selfish and cynical throughout every aspect of it. I am the Donald Trump of the Howrse world. Except I'm not running for president, thank god.
I'm pretty sure if I anyone saw me play the game, they wouldn't be able to look me in the eye anymore.
But that's what I do every night, sitting in the dark of my living room, eating girl scout cookies, and finding more and more strategical ways to be higher in rank than I was the day before.

So yea. Maybe one day I'll post something funny and worthwhile.
Cheers.

Zap.

Before I begin today's story, I'd like to point out that my town is under a tornado watch for a while. I think everyone is kinda panicky, so I'm taking this time to write an entry while we're in a state of emergency again.

But right now, I need to talk about something that bugs the crap out of me.

PDA.

Why am I ranting about this specifically?
Because it's super-duper annoying. That's why.
"Oh, xxx, hold me closer."
"I'll never let go, xxx."

Okay. That kinda sounded like a line from The Titanic movie, but you get my point. I watched a boy and girl stand in the middle of the hallway today, holding hands, and faces five centimeters away from each other.
Stop. Please dear god stop.

Hold up. The power just went out.
It's kinda weird, all of the lights and power is out, but the internet is fine.
And despite the forecast, it's sunny outside?
I'm super confused. But, I think everyone is.
WAIT THE BLOCKERS MIGHT BE DOWN.
Nope, they're still up. Dern. Anyway, my teacher is trying to teach without the use of the board and everyone is panicking outside in the hallway.
The wind isn't even blowing anymore. Don't get me wrong, some really weird stuff happens in our town, but I guess this is such simplistically normal emergency, we're not use to it. When it went out, it made a little zap noise and everything. A really loud zap noise. And I guess the PA system is down, too. Blogger isn't letting me save my draft, either.
It's also vaguely terrifying because our school is less than a mile away from a nuclear plant. Maybe we'll grow a second head or something. How cool would that be?
Probably not very cool. I don't get along well with others. That was actually one of my biggest fears growing up, that I'd grow a second head, and me and my second head wouldn't get along, so I'd have to remove it, but the surgeons would mess up and take my head off instead, or maybe they like my other head better.

^^So I wrote this all in second block today, and now I'm at home reading it, and when I look back on the whole ordeal, it wasn't that weird. Hm.

Cheers.

Force of Habit

A few days ago, I wrote about how weird I was with food that varies in shapes.
After writing about it, I've come to realize that I'm weird about everything I do.
I have to wear flannel shirts to school. I feel weird if I don't. I have to have music when I shower. You can't pay me to eat breakfast on weekdays, but I freak if I don't have coffee. Said coffee can't have sugars or creamers in it. It can't be super strong or super weak. My hair has to be a certain way or else I'll have full on panic attacks. At school, I have to stand in a certain place every morning, or else I'm going to be in a funk all day. And if I am in that certain place, under absolutely no circumstances should another student come up and talk to me. I know that sounds bad, but it's my spot. Even if you come up and talk to me I will make sure you know that I resent your presence in my spot. Just, go away. If a teacher or admin comes up to me in while I'm in that spot, that's fine. I actually don't care about that. When I walk into class, if the desks are all weird and crooked, I'm going to fix them before a teacher comes in, and if they're already in there, I'll fix it anyway. On my chrome book, I have to have more than one tab up, but I can't have more than five. At lunch, not only do I do the selective sizes thing, I also have to get this weird grape soda thing. It's not even good, but I have to get it. When I go to the bathroom, I have to go to either the first stall, the last, or the middle. If these are taken, I'll wait. In the car rider line, I have to stand in a certain spot (again) and I get mad if other students talk to me. On the way home, I have to listen to the Avett Brothers. I have to get the mail when we get to the neighborhood, and I have to unbuckle at a certain place. When I'm on my laptop, the coffee table has to be pressed all the way to the couch, with my legs up under me. The coffee table also has to have a certain amount of mess and clutter on it. If it's super clean, I will purposely put random crap on the table, but if it's super messy I will freak out.
So yeah. I guess I'm just super picky?

That being said, my dad totally messed up my schedule today. He didn't play Avett Brothers on the way home, he missed the turn and he had to take the shorter way, and he didn't stop in the right place for me to get out to get the mail, and I'm just all messed up now.

Anyway, so there's this kid in my Law Ed class who really ticks me off because he's super rude and keeps on yelling "TRUMP NATION" really loudly in this super thick southern accent. Anyway, so I drew a picture of him:

That's it. That's what he looks like.

I'm also working on a print in art class. I'm kind of proud of it:

So yeah. I didn't mess it up so I'm super proud.

Actually, now that I look at it, I messed up on the linoleum sketch.

Also, it's pouring down rain. Sorry, Mister.

So yea. I'm gonna learn how to play "Girl With One Eye" on my ukulele now. Cheers.

Sleep

I haven't slept in almost four days.
That's a lot of hours. I'd do the math but I don't know if I can.

Being a scientist's daughter, and having an almost instinctive knack for science, I'm going to conduct an experiment using my own body. That experiment being "How long can I go without sleep without dying", (the title is still in the works) and take notes and observations of my physical and cognitive health after an amount of time without/limited sleep.

TL;DR: Ava is being stupid and is probably going to die. Woo.

So yea, that's what's going on with my life.
We also have a chance of thunderstorms for the next few days, so the barn might not be an option.
Sorry, Mister. Sorry, sanity.
So yeah. Cheers.

Arch Enemies

My arch enemy is going to a birthday party today.
I am going to a birthday party.
Yes, it is the same birthday party.

No, we're not in some childish feud. It's not an ex. It's not a bully.

Not really, anyway. But I'm not going into specifications on why he's my arch enemy. He's not important. Not really.

I'm about to leave. I'll update when I get back on whether or not one of us has a bloody nose or not.

Cheers?

UPDATE:
I left the party very early. Like, within the first twenty minutes. He annoyed me way too much.
Anyway, cheers.

High Schoolers Struggle to walk in Heels(Hells)

Sorry I didn't post yesterday, but in my defense, nothing really happened yesterday.
But tonight was the high school beauty pageant, and with two of our riders competing, Liz and I dressed up and headed out.
I personally don't support pageants, but I do support our two riders, and I like dressing up, so I had to go. It was mentally mandatory.
The pageant itself was uneventful. Stiff, stage-fright stricken, teenage girls with blinding crystal dresses and stuffed bodices walked clumsily around a well-lit stage in unrealistically high-high heels.
But our friends, Julianne and Madison, actually didn't mess up too badly.
But somehow, they didn't win a thing. Nothing.
So yea. That was my night. Liz and I are chilling on the couch, eating burgers and girl scout cookies.
OOH ALSO: I ran up on stage during an audience participation and said what I liked about my high school. I said it hated it because it was school and then I made a few vomiting noises.
Okay. That was my night. Cheers.

BUT FIRST, A MESSAGE FROM OUR SPONSOR:
HI. My name is Liz and I have been mentioned before and will continued to be mentioned because Ava can't seem to shake me. So I feel like since she named me the sponsor it is my responsibility to give all you wonderful beings random facts about Ava every time I am with her when she blogs. So here it is!!!!!
~*~I just wanted to say that if any one of you don't know Ava personally...which is probably a lot of you considering this is entirely public for all of the universe to seeeeeeee...she does this awesome one of a kind yawn thing where she yawns but it looks likes she is screaming silently and then she puts her hand like half a foot away from her mouth and tries to cover her silent wailing yawn. So that's my random fact about Ava. Have a fantabulous day and y'all should comment more because comments are entertaining~*~

In Rote

Fair warning: I might do two entries today.

So it occurred to me that I do something really weird with my food that I assumed everyone did but apparently not. But whenever I have food that has like, multiple foods (ex. pizza, chicken nuggets, fries, stuff like that where you can choose which piece you eat) I have to eat the smallest one first and work my way up. If it's pizza, if any of the toppings fall off of the smaller slices, I have to put the fallen toppings onto the largest piece to eat at the end. Anyway, if the order gets messed up in any way, shape, or form, I absolutely will not finish the food. Example, if I eat a piece first and I notice a smaller piece, I'm done. It's over, I'm not finishing it. I just kind of assumed everyone did this, but apparently not? I dunno, it's just a thing I gotta do.

Also, I can't make paper fortune tellers. I will probably fail high school because I can't make paper fortune tellers.

Another fun fact, I've had three cups of coffee today. I'm a mess.

Also, I'm writing this in school again. Again, in the middle of geography. If you haven't already guessed, we were making paper fortune tellers. I had to get someone to finish it for me because I really don't know how to make it.

AND: My wisdom teeth are coming in ALL AT ONCE AND I AM IN ETERNAL PAIN. I promise I'll get my older brother to film me when I get them pulled. In the mean time, I want to rip my teeth out of my face.

Anyway, like I said, I might double up on entries today depending on what else happens.
Cheers for now.

Twin Peaks

First off:

Holy moly, we hit 200 page views! Like, I know that's not a huge deal, but I didn't expect any pageviews, so I'm super surprised. Thanks to everyone who's been reading!

Secondly:

I have been binge watching Twin Peaks for the past two days and I need to be stopped. I only recently ripped myself away from Netflix in order to write this entry. I have a problem. A Twin Peaks problem.

Also! My friend Liz commented on yesterday's post noting that something did happen yesterday! Mister decided that he was going to do lead changes all of the sudden. So yes, there's that correction from yesterday.

Otherwise, again, my life has been pretty dull.

Yea. Cheers!

Current Events

And, today,

Nothing happened.

Literally nothing. I went to school when I had to, I ate when I had to, I rode when I had to, I interacted with people when I had to, then I came home.

That's it. That's literally it.

I am so sorry I'm this boring.

Holy Crap It's Freezing.

I took Moby out to the barn today in negative degree weather.
Not a bad decision. Surprisingly, he seemed unphased to the cold and loped around.

Look how regal he looks.
Anyway, Mister was wonderfully interested in Moby, even though Mo was completely confused to why my horse was licking and muzzling him.

And some few pictures showing how cold is really was:

That's one of the electric fences. 

That Moby also got zapped by.

I also went to school for about two hours today until it got called off. Thank god it did, though, because I was not prepared for gym class whatsoever.

So yea. That has been my day. Cheers.

Stupidtines Day

Screw Valentines day.
Sorry. Today's been a bad day. Actually, it hasn't been that bad, I guess I just had high hopes for today.
My friend Liz and I decided to take on Galentines day (created by Leslie Knope) and take ourselves shopping, but my wallet is in my leather jacket and my leather jacket is with a friend, and my friend is out of town. My original plan was to borrow money from my mom and then pay her back when my friend came back into town, so I picked out two items and showed my mother.
She decided not to purchase them, despite our original deal due to the fact she didn't like the price tag, even though I had the money to pay her back. Liz bought some super cool stuff, though.
That part wasn't bad, if not a little disappointing.

But I got home, and decided to treat myself to watching the Sherlock special from Christmas, Sherlock: The Abominable Bride. I had it recorded and I honestly watch it about twice every few weeks.
So I turned on the TV, only to find the recording was gone. Nothing. Nada. Zip. My beautifully cherished recording of my all time favorite detective searching Victorian Era London with his partner (and probably secret lover) for an undead bride, erased to make room for copious amounts of unnecessary Adventure Time recordings; most of which were duplicated.

I also woke up with a stiff neck and arms from yesterday's ride for some reason.

So that has been my day. We're locked in for a night of snow in the forecast, but with my luck, that's not happening. I hope everyone had a more enjoyable day. I also metaphorically hate you if you did have an enjoyable day. Sorry for venting again. Cheers.

Normal.

I rode Mister again today.
Otherwise, today was a pretty normal day.

Look how great he is. Wonderful bab.

I also took a picture of myself because I was looking pretty fly in my sunglasses.

I shouldn't be allowed to take pictures of myself.

I also rode a completely blind horse today. He was pretty neat. He also rode me into the fence, but I'm gonna blame myself on that one, considering he probably doesn't know where the fence is.

Snow?

I'm writing this in school.
Why? Because it's snowing again. It's not actually sticking, but it's coming down. Well, it's kind of off and on, but it's snowing. A lot. When it does snow. Like right now it's not snowing.
And, obviously, everyone has been freaking out. I was laughing all of first block, but of course, I was panicking mentally because I wanna see my pony.

Also, I need to rant again. There's this girl in my first block who has a water bottle that looks like this:

And it's got a spout that looks like this:
Okay. I can't find a picture of the spout. But it's one of those large, open ones. You get the idea.

And it's fine by me that she has a water bottle like that. I don't care about that, if she want's a water bottle like that, that's her deal. Even if I did care, my opinion shouldn't matter whether she has a water bottle like that. Good for her for staying hydrated.
But wanna know how she drinks out of this? She cups her WHOLE MOUTH AROUND IT. WHOLE MOUTH. LIKE A LEECH. AND JUST CASUALLY POURS IT DOWN HER MOUTH. HOW IS SHE NOT CHOKING. I AM GENUINELY CONCERNED FOR HER WELL BEING. OH, AND WHEN SHE UNSUCTIONS HER SLIMY, WELL HYDRATED LIPS FROM THIS WRETCHED DRINKING APPARATUS, IT LEAVES THIS LONG, SHINY TRAIL OF SALIVA FROM HER MOUTH TO THE BOTTLE.

Maybe one day, I'll write an entry on how much I hate it when people smack their gum. More on that later.

And the snow started back up. I think that's nature telling me to shut up about someone's hydration habits. But I've never been at school for this long while it's snowing. I messaged my favorite teacher-thing over Schoology asking if we we're getting out, but I haven't gotten a response. That's kind of typical of him though, because his favorite thing to do is let me message him, and then he'll hunt me down and tell me the answer in person. Like, come on, man.

OOH! Quick fun fact! We're doing class sign ups for next year, and I'm actually getting into classes I want. It's so cool. I'm even skipping classes to go into advanced classes and my grades aren't even that good, so I don't know what's going on and it's so great. I'm taking psych classes and everything and I'm quietly freaking out about it.

So yea. I might end up writing two entries today or adding on to this one depending on how the rest of the day goes. Cheers.

Dull

My brother has spent all day interviewing for art schools, which has left me at home by myself. My dad's flat is kind of small, so it's all kind of restricting. Most days when I'm alone, I spend my time as independently as possible; cooking food, cleaning, actually doing my homework, studying intensively, in other words, trying to recreate a college setting to the best of my ability. I'm an insanely solitary, independent person, and I pride myself in that.

But instead, I spent my quiet free time setting Mister's Smartpaks up and waiting on a phone call from a representative. It's been a really quiet day.

But I also think I'm trying to wind down from today. We're doing a sexual assault unit in my gym class, and as a victim of sexual harassment, it's all a bit unsettling. There's a lot left untouched and uncovered in my situation, and I probably should buck up and talk about it, but I'm just going to keep shoving it to the back of my mind for the time being. It's just a thing I gotta do.

So yea. No long entries today. Sorry about that.

Blue is a Pretty Color

I learned more about Mister's situation today. Like I said, it's a waiting game at this point.
But I also learned that his issues are almost completely unpredictable. He could be sound to jump for several years down the road, or he might have to be euthanized within the year. We don't know how aggressive the bone spur or the arthritis is, and he could be blind in one eye after a few years. Treatment is pricey, there's not a lot we can even do except for regular injections and daily supplements. He's sound enough to whatever we want to do for now until we hear otherwise. But if the vet tells me we can only do flat, I'll trade my close contact saddle in for a dressage saddle. If we can only do walk trot, I'm sure he'll enjoy leisurely trail rides. If he's completely unsound for riding, then we aren't riding. We'll go on hand walks and long grooming sessions until the last of his days.

Long story short: he's mine, and that's it, forever. I'm not trading him off for something younger and more sound, I'm not selling him to be a pasture ornament where he's completely forgotten about. I wanted to keep him to be my forever horse before the exam, I want him to be my forever horse after the exam. That's not changing anytime soon. I love him. And he's a crotchety little jerk who hates most everyone, but he decided to like me. A lot. He shows it in his own little ways, too, whether it be nickering to me when I come to get him or looking for me when I'm out of his sight. I don't love him because of how fancy he is or how he rides, I love him because he loves me.

On a better note, he's technically mine. He's a $6000 horse who can't be resold, so he's mine for free. All I have to do is sign, which we're holding off on for financial reasons. When we're ready, so are the papers.

As bad as it sounds, it's almost like a happy ending. Not fairy tale, no, but we know what we're dealing with and I'm here to help him through until the end, regardless of when that may be. He's happy for now, loaded up on injections and supplements until they don't work anymore, and when they don't, we know what to do.

That's it. That's my life right now. And I'm totally fine with that.

Pre-Purchase Blues

Mister's pre-purchase didn't go quite as planned.

In fact, he kind of failed it.

Besides a HUGE bone spur and and slowly developing cataract, he had several injections, and after that, it all depends on how he responds.
But of course, I got all of this news at the crack of dawn, so I've spent all day considering our options, which is actually a burdening and kind of exhausting task. But all of those options are void if he doesn't respond to the injections, so it's kind of a waiting game.

Admittedly, I cried a lot today. And I'm not a crier. Thompson kids don't cry. Yet, there are so many variables to this, and the idea of him being completely unfit for riding-or just hurting in general-terrifies me. It's also really upsetting to think about how this horse, whom I have come to love and trust for an entire year, is hurting and slowly losing his sight, but despite all of this he has acted like a complete saint (for the most part) towards me. He's been pushing his pain out of the way to trust me. That scares me, because I'd rather him act out and show me he's in pain rather than hide it from me and let me drag him around.

Does that make any sense? Probably not. Anyway, those are my daily grievances,  how I even have viewers amazes me, because I can't even stand to reread my own entries.

Zip Up Stoner

As a bit of background information; I dress to the nines regularly. Or, at least my definition of "the nines", so that usually consists of a flannel buttoned to the top with rolled up sleeves, black straight legs and my paddock boots or Converse, always paired with my vintage Cougar brand leather coat. So, the premise of this story is: I left my clothes at my friend's house over the weekend and I haven't gotten around to picking it up, so I'm currently dressed like a stoner. I've got a teal zip up over a "Eat Shirt" shirt and faded straight leg blue jeans, and I'm currently waiting to be dress coded for the shirt. It's like a waiting game, it's almost kind of fun.
Also, my friend is looking over my shoulder eating Hershey's Kisses as I write this.
Oh, and she just burped in my ear. That's chill.
And she did it again.
We took pictures to put on the entry, but we're right in front of an un-blinded window, so they came out super weird.

Also, here, have this picture of Moby in the woods:

Yea.

PhDs and Super Bowls

There's nothing more satisfying than completely editing a very popular wikipedia page. Your work seen by thousands daily, even if it's only a couple of changed words by your hand.
Long story short: Brian has a PhD.

Anyway, I'm still super exhausted from yesterday's show, and I have to wake up at six for school and I honestly don't want to even leave my house. I'm dead inside. It needs to like, snow or something.
Also, I just checked the weather, and we have snow in the forecast NEXT monday.

On another note, since I am apparently using my blog to recite the happenings of my day now, Mister got a prepurchase exam today, but I don't have the results yet. If he passes, the sale is being finalized and he's going to be mine forever until one of us flops over dead. It'll be great.
Also, I think I bonded with my dad over an episode of Rick and Morty. That's some quality Father-Daughter time.

I also don't understand football, so I'm not going into depth on the Super Bowl. But here's what I picked up:

-Yard line?
-I have seen no Clydesdales yet I was promised Clydesdales
-Football?
-A horse would probably win a fight against a panther. As strong as those jaws and claws are, a panther would get a hoof square in the chest and probably kill it.
-What the heck Mountain Dew
-I don't think the score has changed within the hour.
-David Bowie?

And that's it. That's literally it. I'm sure it's super interesting if you understand it, though.

Cheers.

Show Day and Anniversaries

I missed another day. I was at my friend's house and I didn't have my laptop.
Anyway, I'm writing this less than an hour after our last IEA show of the season. I'm also eating basically world's largest bowl of ice cream and I'm super lactose intolerant, so I'm going to be nauseous the rest of the night. So, back on the topic of the show, we didn't fail. Our team definitely didn't do super well, but we had about 1/2 of a fall and one elimination, and the rider (AKA my best friend) should have gotten a re-ride because the horse's saddle didn't fit properly. It was also, like, freezing all day.
So yeah. The show went a-okay.

On another note, not only was yesterday (February 5) my best friend's 17th birthday, it was also Mister and I's one year anniversary, so that was pretty neat. I feels longer than a year, by all means, I feel like I've had him for my entire life. He's so great.

So happy one year, little man. You drive me up the wall and I want to kill you the majority of the time, but I love you, and I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. Cheers, Lil Poop, you're doing great and you've come such a long way in just a year. I am so proud of you.

Lunch

Dear High School cafeteria,
I know money is tight, and chances are, you don't actually control what you serve students, but just a quick fact: five overly process, dime sized chicken nuggets is not going to satisfy a teenager.

With that out of the way, I'm in the process of planning for an IEA team beach trip this summer, and it's a lot more stressful than I thought it would be? We actually own a condo down at the beach, but it's already rented out for the summer, except for a few weeks in July and August. Even then, we don't know who all to bring because we can't bring JVs and we can't have more than six people. It's tough, I shouldn't be in charge of consecutive decisions.

Okay. That's enough writing for one day. I'm about to pass out.
Cheers.

Crap

And, one day after my post about not forgetting to write a post everyday, I neglected to write a post, simply because my dad's house doesn't have wifi.
But not much has happened much, besides lots of cookie dough and bad days at school.
Like, LOTS of cookie dough, and LOTS of bad days.
It's been rough. There's also no correlation between the cookie dough and the bad days, believe it or not. The cookie dough is from me not eating all day and that being the first thing I can get my hands on at the end of the day.
I'm actually eating some now. It's double chocolate chip, and it's really good.
But it's also making me want, like fifty cups of water.
Wait, hold up, I was wrong, something did happen in the short time I didn't write an entry.
I had a lesson with a Grand Prix rider, and it was fantastic.
Mister was fantastic, the trainer was fantastic, the course was fantastic, the tips were fantastic. It was fantastic.
But we also did the entire lesson in forty degree weather in the pouring rain. Not so fantastic.
So yea. That's it.

Nothing.

I have nothing to write about today, but as a personal vow to this blog, I must write one entry a day, so here's today's contribution.
Cheers.