... I do not have a facebook.
Yes, I am one of the small minority of American teens who does not facebook. I should get a scholarship for this- other minorities do, don't they? Anyways. I have composed a list of why I separate myself from this website:
1. Two words- text talk
2. I really do not want to connect with all of my long-lost family members. Shoot me.
3. Yes, I am sorry your life is terrible because you accidentally flushed your toothbrush, the cat vomited on the floor, your pillow became un-fluffed, and your glass of water spilled. I would just rather not spend 15 minutes listening to you rant about it.
4. I already have a hard enough time focusing on school- something tells me that Farmville, or whatever it's called, isn't exactly going to help me get my non-soluble cell membrane diagram done.
5. Too many people that post TMI. No, I'm really not interested in what was IN that cat vomit, thanks.
6. "Going grocery shopping today. I can't forget eggs."- Does anyone really care?!
7. Stalkers. Has no one seen Forensic Files? Don't you remember the one girl that got stalked from her facebook page and murdered?
8. I would obsessively post pictures of the ponies, the dogs, and the fish.
9. If you want to speak to someone, email them, or shoot them an IM. Do we really need "wall"s? I have plenty of walls in my house, thank you. I prefer the non-pixle versions, myself.
10. Too many people that dislike me would hunt me down through facebook. I know it. -shudders-
11. Can't you put music on there? Or something? I don't think my "Land of Loops", "Avalanches" "Little Big Town", and suchlike would be appreciated.
So yes. 11 reasons why.
EQ+Spirit bidding you farewell
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
My day.
Oh the excitement of karate!
We did something new!
Yori Ashis!
Or in other words: Look stupid and hop around like an idiot
It went rather like this:
Okay, now push off with your back foot! But that's really your front foot. Now slide your front foot forward. But don't touch the ground. And don't hop either. Well, yes, hop, but don't make your head go any higher. And bring your back foot forward with your front foot. But don't go too fast! But don't bring it down too slow! Now try to go further. Add a punch!"; It didn't go well.
I have had an easier time figuring out how to put a martingale on a horse decked out in western, than figuring out how to not fall over myself.
Of course, once I thought I was getting it: "I GOT IT! I got it! I- ACK!", I would slip on the hem of my gi and do the splits. Not very dignified. It didn't really accomplish the whole "getting to the other person without them realizing it", either. I doubt I will be winning a fight any time soon with that- though my amazing skills of doing the splits just might have them back off in awe.
Oh well. I enjoy karate, even though it's not my strong suit. I'm afraid I prefer Dressage tests to kata's- and I handle hunt coats a heck of a lot better than gi's. For heavens sake, I feel like I'm drowning in those things! ACRES OF WHITE FABRIC! I'M DROWNING!
Short post for today- have to write a stupid essay on America's role in Europe's economy. Joy!
-EQ and Spirit
We did something new!
Yori Ashis!
Or in other words: Look stupid and hop around like an idiot
It went rather like this:
Okay, now push off with your back foot! But that's really your front foot. Now slide your front foot forward. But don't touch the ground. And don't hop either. Well, yes, hop, but don't make your head go any higher. And bring your back foot forward with your front foot. But don't go too fast! But don't bring it down too slow! Now try to go further. Add a punch!"; It didn't go well.
I have had an easier time figuring out how to put a martingale on a horse decked out in western, than figuring out how to not fall over myself.
Of course, once I thought I was getting it: "I GOT IT! I got it! I- ACK!", I would slip on the hem of my gi and do the splits. Not very dignified. It didn't really accomplish the whole "getting to the other person without them realizing it", either. I doubt I will be winning a fight any time soon with that- though my amazing skills of doing the splits just might have them back off in awe.
Oh well. I enjoy karate, even though it's not my strong suit. I'm afraid I prefer Dressage tests to kata's- and I handle hunt coats a heck of a lot better than gi's. For heavens sake, I feel like I'm drowning in those things! ACRES OF WHITE FABRIC! I'M DROWNING!
Short post for today- have to write a stupid essay on America's role in Europe's economy. Joy!
-EQ and Spirit
Monday, November 21, 2011
Procrastination
Hello there! Is it bad that I blog when I am putting off cleaning the house and psychology homework? Oh well.
You know, you can always tell when you're going to have a bad day when you dream about clowns eating you, and wake up to pounding on the door and the lovely words: "GETTUP. The horses are gone. Get your boots on."
Ugh.
Shoulda fixed that fence earlier.
Anyways, the horses had all run off, so I got to tromp around the country side dressed in pajamas (Save for a sweatshirt on over my top- I had the presence of mind to realize a short tank top would be rather cold). Of course, while I had the cleverness to put a sweatshirt on (under my heavy Carhart work coat), I didn't think to wear socks. Oh the joy of snow going over the tops of your Wellies as you're down in a field hollering for the horses and clanging a grain bucket back and forth like a mad-woman with the futile hope they will think there is grain and come running home.
Well, in the end the equines were all accounted for, and the fence has been fixed- that will be the end (hopefully) to their little early morning excursions. I don't do well without my coffee.
Then after that, when I had had breakfast and gotten my hot shower (And regained feeling in my appendages and wasn't fearing amputation due to frostbite), dad needed me to help him move the truck. Well, that should have been easy, right? Just direct him and make sure he doesn't put a hole in the house? Haha. Ha. Right. Stupid thing was stuck. Do you know how much I hate putting chains on Duallys? I really, really hate putting chains on Duallys. Then when I tried to back it up, they spun off. So then we get to hook up the other truck to that truck! But that's rather difficult, seeing as dad's gun trailer was hitched to the other truck. Ugh. It was a mess. Then the thing came out of gear and almost hit the barn. Uggghh.
Ah well. After that I tried to get some school done (Couldn't get it finished), then it was time for karate! Oh boy! Well, at least that was fun. It's sad though- I was so cold, I actually enjoyed warm-ups- save for lunges. Lunges can go die in a hole for all I care. Give me ironless two-point on a greenie any day!
Just another day in paradise ;-)
-EQ and a (now home) Spirit
You know, you can always tell when you're going to have a bad day when you dream about clowns eating you, and wake up to pounding on the door and the lovely words: "GETTUP. The horses are gone. Get your boots on."
Ugh.
Shoulda fixed that fence earlier.
Anyways, the horses had all run off, so I got to tromp around the country side dressed in pajamas (Save for a sweatshirt on over my top- I had the presence of mind to realize a short tank top would be rather cold). Of course, while I had the cleverness to put a sweatshirt on (under my heavy Carhart work coat), I didn't think to wear socks. Oh the joy of snow going over the tops of your Wellies as you're down in a field hollering for the horses and clanging a grain bucket back and forth like a mad-woman with the futile hope they will think there is grain and come running home.
Well, in the end the equines were all accounted for, and the fence has been fixed- that will be the end (hopefully) to their little early morning excursions. I don't do well without my coffee.
Then after that, when I had had breakfast and gotten my hot shower (And regained feeling in my appendages and wasn't fearing amputation due to frostbite), dad needed me to help him move the truck. Well, that should have been easy, right? Just direct him and make sure he doesn't put a hole in the house? Haha. Ha. Right. Stupid thing was stuck. Do you know how much I hate putting chains on Duallys? I really, really hate putting chains on Duallys. Then when I tried to back it up, they spun off. So then we get to hook up the other truck to that truck! But that's rather difficult, seeing as dad's gun trailer was hitched to the other truck. Ugh. It was a mess. Then the thing came out of gear and almost hit the barn. Uggghh.
Ah well. After that I tried to get some school done (Couldn't get it finished), then it was time for karate! Oh boy! Well, at least that was fun. It's sad though- I was so cold, I actually enjoyed warm-ups- save for lunges. Lunges can go die in a hole for all I care. Give me ironless two-point on a greenie any day!
Just another day in paradise ;-)
-EQ and a (now home) Spirit
Monday, November 14, 2011
Small rant.
I'm sorry, but I feel the need to give the public schoolers in this area a bit of a rant.
Just because I am homeschooled, does not mean that I (a), am socially reclusive, (b), have some sort of learning disability, (c) am some sort of country hillbilly, or (d) do not know anything about modern events.
Whenever I say that I am homeschooled, people tend to automatically presume the above list of things. So, just because I prefer to do my schooling on the computer away from the distractions and a slightly liberal and socialistic agenda in modern schools, I am a freak of nature? If that be the case, I would rather be a freak any day than be normal! I have a perfectly active social life (yes, I actually leave the house- shocking, eh?), and have quite a bit of self confidence to boot, ask anyone who has talked to me for more than 2 minutes! I hate the stereotype that, because I do not do school in a classroom, I am totally out of the loop.
The other day, when having a discussion about relationships the other day with a group of public schoolers, when called upon to say the extent of my boyfriend-girlfriend relationships, a particularly clever one made the sweet statement "How in the world could she have a boyfriend? She's homeschooled!". I find it rather sad that teenagers of today just look at school as a shopping mall to find someone to lock lips with. What happened to learning? It's just like in Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradburry- the schools are dropping the education down so low it's starting to become just a social gathering!
Now don't get me wrong- some of my very good friends are public schooled, and they're lovely people! They understand that my way of schooling is different from theirs, but that does not make them superior.
There are just so many benefits to homeschooling vs public schooling. Think of how difficult it would be to keep up my riding schedule, if I were in school 8-to-3 (not that I'm riding now, but usually). I learn to manage my time and get my school done, before the due date (yes, we have due dates in homeschool).
Well, I hope I didn't offend someone, but I feel oh-so-much better now that I have that little rant out of my system. Pardon if it didn't make any sense- I'm tired and haven't had my coffee.
-EQ and Spirit
Just because I am homeschooled, does not mean that I (a), am socially reclusive, (b), have some sort of learning disability, (c) am some sort of country hillbilly, or (d) do not know anything about modern events.
Whenever I say that I am homeschooled, people tend to automatically presume the above list of things. So, just because I prefer to do my schooling on the computer away from the distractions and a slightly liberal and socialistic agenda in modern schools, I am a freak of nature? If that be the case, I would rather be a freak any day than be normal! I have a perfectly active social life (yes, I actually leave the house- shocking, eh?), and have quite a bit of self confidence to boot, ask anyone who has talked to me for more than 2 minutes! I hate the stereotype that, because I do not do school in a classroom, I am totally out of the loop.
The other day, when having a discussion about relationships the other day with a group of public schoolers, when called upon to say the extent of my boyfriend-girlfriend relationships, a particularly clever one made the sweet statement "How in the world could she have a boyfriend? She's homeschooled!". I find it rather sad that teenagers of today just look at school as a shopping mall to find someone to lock lips with. What happened to learning? It's just like in Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradburry- the schools are dropping the education down so low it's starting to become just a social gathering!
Now don't get me wrong- some of my very good friends are public schooled, and they're lovely people! They understand that my way of schooling is different from theirs, but that does not make them superior.
There are just so many benefits to homeschooling vs public schooling. Think of how difficult it would be to keep up my riding schedule, if I were in school 8-to-3 (not that I'm riding now, but usually). I learn to manage my time and get my school done, before the due date (yes, we have due dates in homeschool).
Well, I hope I didn't offend someone, but I feel oh-so-much better now that I have that little rant out of my system. Pardon if it didn't make any sense- I'm tired and haven't had my coffee.
-EQ and Spirit
Friday, November 11, 2011
Le sigh.
Is immensely annoyed with horse people. First off, the filly I was considering buying? Well, after I figure out a time that I can go out and see her- they tell me she sold the day before. Ey yi yi! And then of course there's the horse I'm trying to sell, Commander. I really dislike this horse, okay? So I was thrilled when someone offered to take him! A good home, supposedly. That worked out real well. She set up an appointment to come and pick him up, doesn't show, doesn't call, then the day after she has the decency to call and say she can't take him after all. When are horse people going to learn responsibility? I have found so many horses to go and look at- just to have them sell after I try to get a time together.
Bah.
On a lighter note, things are going well, aside from horses and school. I'm going to be working with Commander to hopefully get some miles on him, so if I do end up selling him, I can maybe actually make some money? That would be nice. And the money will go towards the new horse, of course. I'm still hunting for the perfect one, but we'll see. I'm afraid I'm too picky, but this is a horse that I'm going to be riding every day, competing at least every month with, hopefully for money. I want it to be perfect. I have some pretty high goals with this thing! I'm wanting to be able to go to the Young Riders before I'm too old to (we'll see if I'm up to 5' jumps by the time I'm 24... It is feasible).
Things are going pretty well though. I have a school Bowling thing this... Tuesday. So that'll be entertaining, everyone will be able to see my fails at bowling (I get gutter balls with the bumper up. Skills, dahling, skills). My social life is going... quite well. I finished a scarf for someone. I have several sewing patterns to start. Just keeping busy as winter sets in (First snow 3 days ago!)
Ta!
-EQ and Spirit
Bah.
On a lighter note, things are going well, aside from horses and school. I'm going to be working with Commander to hopefully get some miles on him, so if I do end up selling him, I can maybe actually make some money? That would be nice. And the money will go towards the new horse, of course. I'm still hunting for the perfect one, but we'll see. I'm afraid I'm too picky, but this is a horse that I'm going to be riding every day, competing at least every month with, hopefully for money. I want it to be perfect. I have some pretty high goals with this thing! I'm wanting to be able to go to the Young Riders before I'm too old to (we'll see if I'm up to 5' jumps by the time I'm 24... It is feasible).
Things are going pretty well though. I have a school Bowling thing this... Tuesday. So that'll be entertaining, everyone will be able to see my fails at bowling (I get gutter balls with the bumper up. Skills, dahling, skills). My social life is going... quite well. I finished a scarf for someone. I have several sewing patterns to start. Just keeping busy as winter sets in (First snow 3 days ago!)
Ta!
-EQ and Spirit
Friday, November 4, 2011
Found a filly...
Hello, all! Well, I found a good lead on a horse- a WarmbloodxClydesdale. She is seriously adorable, and her trot (in the video, anyways) is to die for. She lives pretty close to the house, too, about an hour away. She's got the Clyde coloring in a more "Warmbloodish" package, so in other words, perfect:-) Not sure on her age though, so inquiring about that. She appears to be young, the owner says they sticked her at 16 hands, and she should mature to 16.2. Well, we'll keep our fingers crossed!
EQ and Spirit biding you sionara
EQ and Spirit biding you sionara
Thursday, November 3, 2011
-Enter exclamation of joy here-
I have saved my self- wait for it- 10 dollars! Oh yes.
Anyways, as I have stated before, I write on an old manual typewriter. However, do you know how hard it is to find a place that even has typewriter ribbon when it runs out? Practically impossible. However, being the brilliant -I crack myself up- dame I am, I googled "How to renew Typewriter Tape". Aha! There are many ways! Easiest of which being a good spritz of WD-40. Well, we have plenty of that hanging about due to dad's gun re-sales. So I snatched a can of the greasy, smelly stuff, unhooked the ribbon from the typewriter (Which decided- just out of spite- to not come out and be stubborn, causing me to spend 5 minutes trying to get the darned thing out), grabbed some failed drawings I had done, laid them over the table, ceremoniously unwrapped the accursed tape, and drenched the thing! Well, okay, so I didn't quite drench it, but I gave it several good sprays, and ran a Q-Tip over it all. And now it types just as black as it used to! I am quite happy about this revelation... however, I do need to locate myself a ribbon dealer, as it will only hold up to so many "Ribbon Rejuvenations".
A very happy EQ and Spirit signing off!
Anyways, as I have stated before, I write on an old manual typewriter. However, do you know how hard it is to find a place that even has typewriter ribbon when it runs out? Practically impossible. However, being the brilliant -I crack myself up- dame I am, I googled "How to renew Typewriter Tape". Aha! There are many ways! Easiest of which being a good spritz of WD-40. Well, we have plenty of that hanging about due to dad's gun re-sales. So I snatched a can of the greasy, smelly stuff, unhooked the ribbon from the typewriter (Which decided- just out of spite- to not come out and be stubborn, causing me to spend 5 minutes trying to get the darned thing out), grabbed some failed drawings I had done, laid them over the table, ceremoniously unwrapped the accursed tape, and drenched the thing! Well, okay, so I didn't quite drench it, but I gave it several good sprays, and ran a Q-Tip over it all. And now it types just as black as it used to! I am quite happy about this revelation... however, I do need to locate myself a ribbon dealer, as it will only hold up to so many "Ribbon Rejuvenations".
A very happy EQ and Spirit signing off!
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