... No

Wanna know what pisses me off?
Unnecessary ellipsis.
You know, that "..." people put to make up for missing texts in formal writing and citing, and occasionally used for pauses in writing.
In most situations, they shouldn't be seen in informal, casual writing.
That being said, your messages should not look like this:

"i dont care...what do you think....im having mixed feelings...."

No.

Or, another example:

"i like the dog....the dog is super cute....pineapples are dangerous..."

And stuff like that.
That is, in simpler terms, how to 1) Piss me off, 2) Make me never take you seriously ever again.

Not only does it sound unprofessional and childish, it also makes you sound passive aggressive and unsure. Passive aggressiveness isn't a good thing. I will not associate with you ever again. I will look at you as if I just watched you kill a sad, lonely kitten.

I don't care who you are. If you know English, then you should know that those aren't necessary. You have no excuse. Go back in there, rewrite your sentences and add the correct punctuation.
If you don't know English very well, or it's not your first language, you've been excused. I'm proud of your efforts in this tedious, confusing language. Good job.



Beth's current name is Bethandra. It's short for Beth. Her name is still Beth.

Cheers

 

I Didn't Fail My Resit!

Yay!

The resit was actually a lot easier than the one I failed. By a million, thousand times. And I drove home. And I only swerved off the road once, and it was on purpose to look at a saddle outside of an antiquities shop. I'm actually not a terrible driver I swear.

Also, for all of you that haven't, you should all go watch YouTube's PRIDE video that they recently put up, because I am now in tears: This lil gem right here

Also, Avett's current name is Beth. So, Beth's current name is Beth. It will probably change within the next 24 hours.

That's it.
Cheers!

I Failed My Driver's Test!

I took my driver's test today.
And failed because I got super excited and careless. And I messed up on the 29th question. Out of 30.

I went home and, instead of studying for tomorrow's resit, I spent the day lying on the couch watching fail videos on my phone and covering my hands and feet in squeezy glue and peeling it off.

So this is me right now:

Obviously, this isn't me, it's Jess from New Girl. I do not look that cute crying and drinking my problems away.

I am a failure and it's lots of fun. I've been watching danisnotonfire and I am slowly discovering that the southern states are dead on to England, or at least from what I can tell.

I've just kinda drowned myself in self-loathing and cuddled with cats for the time when I didn't do the above two things. I'm having a good time.

It also took me five hours to finish this entry. I didn't study at all in those five hours.

This is all you get today.

Cheers!

Ava's Not Dead!

I'm not dead! Yay!

Before I go into a tangent about anything, my bestest friend, Liz, made this awesome-possum entry on her blog for my birthday, it made me cry in public, and I hate her for that, read it here: Liz's Awesome-Possum Blog Entry

Next on my list of things to cover: My birthday was yesterday, but I hate birthdays, so I am not touching on that at all.

Third: I have to take a drivers test tomorrow, and I am very scared.

Fourth: I haven't written in a very long time! Summer provides no structure or time frames for me to get things done, which prohibits any sort of productivity I use to have.

Fifth: I don't know what my emotions are doing right now! One second I'm very happy, the next I am a slab of emotionless meat sprawled out on the couch. I then begin to dwell on being an emotionless slab of meat, and then I cry! Yay! Lots of fun! And then midway through crying, I realise I don't care that I'm an emotionless slab of meat, and then I decide to stop crying, but I don't care enough to try to stop crying!
Lots of fun right there folks!

Sixth: My summer is super boring and it's too hot to ride!

That's it! I might post later tonight!
Cheers!

Secrets

I am secretly obsessed with Ballet.
I use to be really good at it when I was younger, but I quit for unknown reasons. I haven't really thought about until recently, but dang. If I could go back to it, I seriously would.
I am also not so-secretly obsessed with riding, and I'm already committed to that. Plus, you can't just half-a** two things, you have to whole-a** one thing.

Yeah I'm gonna go play with a kitten now.

The Teeny Tiny Ball of Fur that Turned My Otherwise Super-Dull Summer Around

I haven't posted in several days! Not because I can't, not because I don't want to, but because my currents debate on whether or not I should write one or not goes something like  this:

Me: "I should write an entry tonight"

Also Me: "Yeah you do that"

Me: "I'm totally going to write one tonight!"

Me: *Is asleep*

Me: *Thinks about the entry I was supposed to write*

Me: "Shoot."

Every. Night.

Writing one would also involve me sitting in my beanbags chairs, and I can't do that right now because my cat Klepto has claimed them.

But what's this title talking about? The fact that I accidentally saved a kitten!
And then I accidentally offered to foster the kitten.
And then I accidentally decided to keep the kitten.

And there is now a skinny little Maine Coon kitten attacking my fingers as I write this.

Her name was originally Butters, and then Beefs, and then Cheeto Supremo, and then just Cheeto, briefly Audrey, and  Avocado for a split second, and I'm thinking Avett right now.


But apparently Avett is a boy name. Screw your gender-conforming names. I'll  name this tiny female kitten Avett if I want to.

This is Avett when we first got her. She was trapped in a log pile at the barn, and I had to scale a 20ft log/bramble pile to pull out this fuzzy little jerk.
She's cute and she has big feet and ears.

Also! The Derby! Might as well touch on that! It went horribly! Mister threw a few hissy fits that equated in my trainer only letting me trot up to the jumps, making him even more unmanageable. I'm proud of  him, nonetheless.
I also got stung by a wasp on my chin and it nearly ruined the entire thing for me honestly.
Here are pics from that:

That's not be holding the lead rope, I mention this because I don't like how she wrapped it around her wrist.

Close your mouth dude I'm not even pulling

Avett is biting me again.
IT'S LIKE NEEDLES GOING INTO MY BODY.
BUT IT'S ALSO SUPER CUTE.

There were more pictures of the Derby done by a professional, but I kinda hate all of them :\.
Not because they were bad, but because they consist of me dying on top of his and him running out from under me.

Okay, so I just looked at them, and I don't like them because his mouth is wide open like I'm killing him and I swear I'm not.

I also made a bunch of questionable purchases!
Like a Kylie Jenner Lip Kit in Kourt K. And a bunch of bras from Victoria's Secret, which, by the way, is taking WAY too long to get here, it's been like, a week. Get it together, Victoria's Secret. I believe in you. Just ship my order. Do it. It's not that hard.

Avett is going between staring at me and the computer trying to figure out where the music is coming from.
She's so cute I don't get it.

I just checked my order. It's no where close to my town. Why.

Avett sticks her tongue out a lot. It's super cute.
She's trying to lie on the key board and she keeps writing things.
And deleting things.

Also the 100 year-old soap caddy in my 100 year-old shower in my 100 year-old house decides to attack me while I was showering. In other words, my soap holder very suddenly unattached itself from my wall and shattered in my tub and cut my foot.
You wanna talk about scary? It was terrifying and I screamed. And cussed. A lot.

And Avett fell asleep in my lap, and I think that's my signal to cut this off here.

Cheers!

Oh okay

I haven't posted in like, a bazillion days! Yay!

I'm like, 8 days into summer and I already don't know what to do with myself. We had a Derby this weekend, but that deserves its own post.

I was going to write more, but something just hit me like a brick and I have lost all motivation to do anything.

Cheers?

End of Year One

Today was my last day of school. I finished off my last exam with a 91 and headed home with smile on my face because honestly screw school.

That smile didn't last very long, though.

This summer is might be bringing about the biggest changes in my life up to this point. My brother is moving to a new high school, so the next three years of high school are going to be faced alone. Our beach condo is being worked on all summer, so I won't be going on vacation. The old dairy farm next to my neighborhood might be torn down this summer, and if it's turned in apartments or dorms (like every piece of land in this stupid town) then hell knows what we'll do. The college students in my town are insane, and I don't want to deal with that kind of traffic next year, considering I'll be driving starting in three weeks. Another thing: I'm going to start driving this summer.
I feel old.

I don't know if I want to change. What if something happens, like, bad happens?
I don't like change.

I don't think I like growing up. Because, that's all that's really happening. I'm growing up, and  everything around me is, too.

I've spent all my summers barefoot, galloping around bareback on my little mare, Maddie, biking down the big hill to the neighborhood pool. Roasting marshmallows in the bonfire with my dad, listening to The Avett Brothers being washing out by the sound of cicadas and peepers. Playing tag with Lou and my cousin Travis in the dark, catching  fireflies, only to let them go mere seconds later. Catching peepers with my best friend Dez, camping in tents, regardless of the elements or the scary noises going on right next to your tent. Strawberry cakes on my birthday, picking  blueberries and blackberries from my front yard, romping around in the woods. Spraying each other with the hose out in the yard. Being kids.

I miss that. I miss that a lot. I haven't done any of that in years, of course, because of divorces, separations, and loss of interest. And, obviously, maturity.

My worst fear growing up was growing up.
And my worst fear has become my reality.