The transigient infirmities of spring in fact

[Arete of the Gathering Flowers]

hello nerdfighters, today has met me in a wonderfully fine mood, so fine a mood in fact that I've decided to finally come back here. So I know you're not wondering "what has put you in such a fine mood Ellie? What makes you so despicably cheerful when a great deal of us spend our days in Missouri?" I'll tell you, please worry, but yet I have some apologies to make and some other miscellaneous news.

To Noelle and also to my jedi master and other people I happened to discuss this with

Legitimate Inquiry: School's out, why haven't I seen a single page of your book?"

Shameful Answer: Well you see, I thought I had three weeks to complete my book but in fact I had a week and a half (less time than any of my creative writing projects) which end point; I decided I would not write my book by the end of three weeks but by the end of summer (a more reasonable goal for one but also this gave me time to work on my final project). I promise to put something of my writing up following this blog.

Legitimate Inquiry: Where the hell have you been Ellie? No one missed you of course, not extending yourself intimately on this site.

Shameful Answer: I was on Bristol street, a loud silence in the narrative of my life sorrowing after some girl I knew four years ago.

Legitimate Inquiry: What sobered you up?

Shameful Answer: The Police came up to me on the street and threatened to arrest me, called me a punk and a wise ass (authority these days, what is the world coming to?). Now realize that all I did was sit under a streetlamp... for three hours... nothing more.

Legitimate Inquiry: What else have you been up to?

Shameful Answer: ...That is confidential information (although Fiddler on The Roof was an excellent show)

Legitimate Inquiry: Like we said, we don't care about that crap, what the shit were you talking about earlier?

Shameful answer: Shit, you're right! Shit in my pants in fact!
Today has been a remarkably interesting day, and if I were anyone but me it would be a thoroughly miserable day. I woke up today exhausted, understandably so putting a good 15 hours of training behind me throughout the week, I went through the motions; which in my case includes sitting on a bench contemplating the great questions of life the universe and everything. Little did he know that the flies that were buzzing around and about his person were flying from a dead rabbit lying down directly beneath him. How Revolting! Es muy terrible! Anyhow, there were two other guys who were around at the time who were too pansy to help me pick up the carcass of the dead rabbit and so one stood and watched while another guy opened a bag for me to dispose of the body. I wrapped my hands in plastic and got ready to do the deed (ha.ha.) I sucked in my own breath (because the outside air was fetid) and picked the damn thing up only to be ever more disgusted by the maggots hiding beneath. EWWWWWWWWWW EWWWWWWW EWWWWWW!!!! Well anyhow I disposed of the rabbit which happened to be less difficult to dispose of than your average human body. And got locked in the area where the garbage thing was. Talk about bad luck anyone?

Well it continues, this day that is, I drank two 32 oz things from Quiktrip. It continues, I talked about weapons training and various other martial arts with this one chick who actually knew what she was talking about and that was fun and then I did band practice and discussed the finer points of Emma Watson, why we persist in choosing her above other celebrities such as Lucy Liu and Meghan Fox (the answer, because Emma Watson is overwhelming. You don't get this joke but you probably didn't get any of my jokes) All in all it sounded as if it were going to be a fairly normal day after the rabbit except that when I got back home my father decided we would go to Cici's Pizza which is near enough to my house that I decided to walk home. Now I'm sure people have experienced this besides me but I just had this sudden lurch in my stomach that felt like nothing, it certainly didn't feel like I was going to poop just a little bowel movement. To my relief I only farted but I really didn't expect myself to poop in my pants anyhow. I was walking home and was on the intersecting street when suddenly, more bowel movement, this is when I started to panic and ran, and thought how humiliating it would be if I pooped and thinking that if I could see a dead rabbit and pick it up surely I didn't have to go through this shit (ha.ha.) and so I made the mistake of running. Run run run run run, stop, hold it in, run run run run run, stop, walk walk walk walk, stop, poop a little, stop, poop alot, run run run run run See a person you know say hi and ask how I am and I reply "pretty shit actually, just crapped my pants" smiling all the while and running home and he says "well that sucks" genuine concern on his face but all I could think was "I can't wait to tell this to everyone". 'Cause I mean shit happens sometimes and it's all a part of the rent of living, a normal life consists of these little bad things happening every once in a while and it's a humiliation I needed. I spent some time cleaning out my clothes, and thinking all the while "well I can look back on today and laugh or I can lick my (brown) icing and have my (mud)cake too." So all in all this has been an eventful and strangely cheering day.

Has your day sucked more than mine? Smile, this is the shit you get through, this is the rent of living.

[Noelle]

I LOL'd in the RL.

I like this. I react in similar ways at times. I wish more people did. On the flip side, though, it seems that when everyone else is celebrating life and being generally jovial, I am calm and introverted. Do you find that as well? I don't know, sometimes it makes for a lonely existence I think. Then again, I think that's the exhaustion talking because I really like how I think and act....for the most part anyway.