Still getting used to this. I am not very eloquent. Don't expect too much.
I will post some "top fifteen" lists.
I will rant on about stuff.
I will clog up your internets with junk.
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Well last night was the first dream I could remember when I woke up since... Thursday.
I dreamed I was on one of those reality/elimination cooking shows. It was like a cross between Heck's Kitchen and Chopped. I kept thinking that I did not belong there. In my dream, I knew that I had passed some number of rounds and there were 6 of us left. (I only know this my counting the number of stations remaining around the funky grill-sort-of-thing.) It was a disaster. I had made my dish (entrée) - well, it was still cooking, but all I had to do was wait for it. But I was like (we had to use beef) I have all this from my allotment that I am not using and I don't want to get in trouble for underutilisation or anything. So, I put this season-crust on it, slice it and put it on my section of the grill. THEN it all went down hill. There was this thing that is hard to describe that made my added beef get mixed in with the (now) done stuff. And time was about up, but the late-too-be-added beef wasn't done yet. Then, it was time for plating it up and they (I can't tell who; judge, host, commentator... but not a fellow competitor.) are like "what's wrong?" and I was like, "it's raw in the middle" and they were like, "where?" and I was like looking at the grill and my stuff was gone. They were like, "you better find it," and I was like, "well, duh." They come over and there was a cover over the grill. they open it and there was my "stuff" of course. I say "stuff" because it was all mangled and burnt and there is stuff on the underside of the cover. Then I can't find a plate. Anywhere. I woke up, reviewing the dream, spotting all the plates that I had overlooked.
I remember at one point, when I first found I had raw beef, thinking that I could still probably get by without being eliminated, but by the end, I was ready to throw in the towel. But that one female judge was like, "but I want to taste it," insisting that I finish. I knew that she didn't really want to taste it, per say, but was making me present.
Thursday morning I had a bad headache. Coffee would fix it, but it makes me sick. I had some anyway. I got sick. Dad cam to check on me. He asked if I had coffee. I said yes. He asked if it was worth it. I said that for the ten headache-less minutes it gave me, it was. He brought me some water and the next thing I remember, it was much later and I was waking up in bed. The last couple of days have been kind of messed up like that... sleeping at odd hours and not feeling good.
I read a lot.
Kay Hooper's Blood Sins
I was interesting.
I am currently sixteen years old, but I expect that will change, eventually - maybe.
I started fencing about 4 years ago, with varying levels of competitiveness. I mostly fence for health reasons (stress, fitness, sanity; well, 2 of 3 isn't too bad.)
The club where I fence is kinda limited on the schedule, so several of us get together on our own.
I teach a little kids fencing class at the local community centre, but it is a small town, so it doesn't always make.
I was infected with HIV in 2000, when I was about 7. I am living with it and have a descent life – or I should say most of the issues I have were pre-existing. I managed to control things with diet and exercise, but since about 2005, my immune system surrendered and I started my chemical regime.
During the school year I live with my dad and in the summer I stay with my mom. Except this year - staying with Dad. They get along ok as long as they do not have to live together – in the same city. Alaska is kinda big, so they can manage to be in the same state.
I like reading
I like cycling
I like music
I like school, but not so much the people in it... myself included because I am evil, just so you know.
Sometimes I have issues and whatnot going on in my life and whatnot and I will sometimes blog about it, but mostly I like making Top Fifteen lists. Just search for "Top Fifteen" and you can skip the malarkey.
:edit:To day is my sixteenth birthday and I thought I would update this About Me part:/edit:
07-26-2009 11:20 AM 