Productive Day. Haha, NOT.

So, pretty much all I've done today is sit around on the computer.  Although I did leave the house today.  But I have a good reason for any non-male, intimate friend who asks.  It's impolite to discuss such matters in mixed company or in such open conversations. 
Anyway, so guess what I've mainly been doing.  Listening to The Doors and looking at nightgowns and fox stoles on Etsy.  Wanna know why?  I was looking at nightgowns, because I have a resolution (not a New Year's Resolution, just a plain old one) to start wearing nicer, lacier, floatier, smoother, sexier, sheer-er things to bed.  I want to throw out my old ratty oversized T-shirts and replace them with chemises and step-ins and nightgowns.  I think that would make sleeping so much more enjoyable.  Think about it: to step out of your day clothes and put them away at the closet, then to reach up to the top shelf and pull down the fabric treasure.  Out slithers a feathery garment, which you gently slip over your curl-adorned head.  The breezy fabric bunches a little, then falls down your body and settles in its natural position. You turn out the light and dash over to your freshly-made bed, your nightdress floating out behind your body.  You leap on the bed and slip between the crisp white sheets. Your pillow clouds around your sleepy head, and you drift off into golden slumbers.

This is the only one that closely resembles picture I have in my mind of what I'm looking for. So far.

I was looking at fox stoles, because I added a new Daisy to my list: "Own a real fox stole, or any animal fur clothing."  Now, I know that everyone thinks they're bad and all, and I'm totally against animal cruelty and all that, but I can't help but like them!  Its something about their hopeful glass eyes and downcast faces that captures my heart and imagination.  These poor creatures have been doused with red paint and scorned and denounced as barbaric and have been abandoned in antique stores and the attics of old women.  I just want to adopt all of them!  I think they're sweet.  After all, it would be a wasteful death for those sweet animals if all they're doing is sitting in some grandmother's trunk.  They should be loved.

Look how cute he is!  I'm super tempted to to email my dad to buy him for me.  

Well, anyway, I should probably get back to... doing nothing.  Maybe I'll get to bed early tonight. HAHA. That's funny.  Well, Bye!

OH!  Did you notice that I remodeled my blog?  It took me a good few hours.  Hope you like it.

People

Ok, first: It was divorce, more on that in a later post, I just want to write about this while I still have this feeling. So recently (about 2 minutes ago actually) I read this article: http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20110201/sc_afp/brazilperunativerights_20110201110827 about this "uncontacted" tribe of people. First emotion: I feel that it's strange that these people have been living like this without any knowledge of the outside, modern world, and that we haven't known about them until these photographs. I feel that it's curious how these humans, creatures of the same species, can be living alone without the rest of the species' knowledge. That doesn't happen with smaller numbers of creatures. I kind of like it though, in a way. It's like they have their own secret existence, with their own rules. I like the idea of this remnant of the past. Which brings me to my second impression: That these people are a link to another forgotten world. Or perhaps not a link, but more like they were accidentally left here when the rest of the world moved on. Or maybe that they started late and haven't caught up to the rest of us. I guess I could think of it as a real life version of those historical sites where they have people dressed like and talking like the people who used to live there. Anyway, I think it's strange that these people have just been living like they always have, and that they haven't gone through their own Enlightenment, or Revolution, or anything like that. Well, not "strange," it makes sense, but maybe "interesting" would be more appropriate. It's amazing that they have just been left to themselves for all this time, as wars and innumerable changes are going on in the big world. This is refreshing. And also a bit mysterious. These tribes are like secret pockets of the past.

I Don't Know What's Going On!

I don't know what's going on but I'm completely worried. I've been analyzing the evening and finding probably nonexistant problems. My mom sent us kids out to eat and we went to Mongolian Barbecue. Right before we left my sister came downstairs and mouthed, "Dad's home." and then we took off. I didn't realize anything was going on, but then on our way home my dad called my sister on the phone and their conversation had something to do with something someone had told my two siblings, and how the someone hadn't told me. I think the "someone" is my mom. I'm not sure what the "something" is but I'm worried it might be divorce. See, last spring my dad threatened to file a divorce and that was the first I knew of any marital problems, but I'm probably not that intuitive, so I might not have picked up on anything. Ever since then my mom has been explaining and complaining about their marriage. I'm really worried and my parents aren't home and I don't know what to do. Ok, I'm done. Oh I'm so worried!

No, I didn't drop off the face of the earth.

Ok, so. hmm... What to write about... Oh I know! School's starting in a few days :( Um, I'm finally taking Driver's Ed, and, if I do say so myself, I'm a pretty good driver considering I've only driven three times.

I've pretty much found my calling in life: to endlessly read fashion blogs, wear beautiful clothes, and live in luxury and jewelry for the rest of my life. Oh, and stay young forever. Ahh, if I were in charge of the world...

Ok, so part of the reason I haven't been on in a few months is that my tyrannical father turned off the internet for the summer. I've been forced to frequent visits to the library, which isn't easy if you don't have a car and everyone who does has other plans. I've also been going to my dad's shop when his employees are all gone, since he still has internet. Oh, did I mention he got a new, completely superfluous computer also? Hypocrite.

OH SHOOT!! I just remembered I had to be at my friend's house an hour ago! Ok Bye!

Sunday

ok, so it's Sunday. I got back from church at 12:30-ish. I just finished my English homework and I should do my math but I'll just put it off and do it tomorrow at lunch. I went shopping yesterday and bought 4 shirts, a skirt, and a dress jumper thing. Hang on, I'll find a picture like it. It's like this, http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Day+to+Evening+Dress, only without the ruffles and folds. By the way, feel free to admire and desire the rest of the clothes on that website. I love all of it. Almost. Anyway, all of the shirts are short-sleeved. Three of the shirts are horizontally striped, because I've been obsessed with the nautical theme lately. All of them are navy and white. There's one with thick stripes, then one with thin, same-size stripes, and the last has thin navy stripes and thick white stripes with a pocket just above the hip with the stripes running vertically. The next shirt is purple with elastic running up the sleeves and a part of the sides. That shirt is the third purple thing in my closet, even though I love the color.
My sister recently got a job at Vanity and now she's always telling me to stop by and buy something. She's been buying some cute stuff from there so I decided I'd check it out online first before I waste the time to drive down there and look through the clothes. But I think I would have wasted less time and seen more if I had driven down there. Their website is soo slooooww. I've been on it for an hour and I've only seen a small part of the tops. Yeah, I know. Ooh, look, the pants page came up! Alright well, from what I've seen (about three pages of tops and pants) most of these clothes don't seem to fit my style. Now, ModCloth, on the other hand... :) I just wish I was a billionare so I could buy all the clothes I want! I'll be rich one day, I know it. ;) ok, I'm kind of done with this post. Not that I couldn't talk about clothes all day! But I have other things I could do. Bye!

Crew

I live in Idaho. Just thought you guys should know that.

In this post, I will talk about rowing. Boats are probably the greatest recreational invention ever. Ever. I mean, you can race them, go tubing, waterskiing, fishing, and row. Rowing is, ah, beyond words. It's such a good feeling when you're sitting in the middle of a glassy lake, occasionally slicing through the water and churning up the mirror surface. Or when you're starting a race and you're sitting still and it's all peaceful, then you burst into action at the signal and turn the water into froth in a matter of seconds. Ahhh. As I mentioned before, I do Crew, which is rowing. I just got back from my first practice of the summer season. There's a fall and a summer season, and last year was my first year ever doing crew, or even hearing about it. See, my friend (we'll call her L) had a sister who did Crew so L got a flyer when the Crew people came to our school. L, another friend (D), and I decided it would be really great if we all did it together. Well, L had a broken arm so she could only cox, which is steering the boat and such like that. I guess she wasn't really happy with that, and she needed $45 dollars, the amount we all paid in the beginning, to run a marathon. So L got a refund and ran her marathon and dropped out of Crew. Then I went on a bunch of vacations and sprained my wrist and missed 10 practices, so D wasn't having much fun alone and she dropped out too without even telling me. So now it's just me, and I'm doing it another year. I got a letter from it last year, also. In the beginning of the summer season, and the end of the fall season, we row after school. In the summertime, we row in the morning. Despite the early rising, (we get on the water by 7:00) that's my favorite time to row. Because there are only a few fishers, hardly any boats, and the water is untouched. I'm usually in the bow, so the front of the boat, which means that my oar is the first to break the even water. And it's beatiful. We usually dock the boat at 10:00, and by then the sun's fully up and beating down on us, so the occansional splash is refreshing. Oh, it's just a small team of girls that I row with. Anyway, I'd forgotten what a joy rowing is. And today was perfect. The water was a little cold when it was splashed up by another rowers oar, but it felt good after the sun. (A little sidenote, did you know that the difference between an oar and a paddle is that the oar attaches to the boat, whereas the paddle just hangs freely.) There was a small breeze, but it wasn't so windy that we couldn't go on the water. When we first got there, there was a small muskrat in the water, whom we promptly dubbed Kitty. There used to be another muskrat, Sally, but she died last year. There was also a heron, I think, that was flying around the fishermen on the dock and landed on the opposite shore, promptly rested, then took off again. It was a big bird, and looked as if it would be clumsy, but it was totally in it's element. Anyway, we rowed, did our piece, practiced our race starts, and we even rowed all 8 at the same time without the slightest fear of tipping over. Our small lake is surrounded by mountains that seem to cut us off from the world and outside distractions. As we were coming back in, we were facing the trees, and before our eyes, a bald eagle came and landed on a somewhat dead tree and just sat there, as peaceful and powerful as it could be. We smoothly docked and carried the boat back. At the end, I'm sorry to end this on a bad note, I had blisters on all my fingers and a muscle cramp in my calf, and my ride was late picking me up. But the greats definitely out way the bads. I love rowing.

My First Post

ok, so I'm kinda new to all this blogging business, so bear with me. In my limited experience, blogs are normally used to document people's journey's through their goals or just used as an online diary. I guess I'm just gonna go with the flow here and maybe do a mix of both.

Right so I'll start off with a basic description of myself. I'm a curly-headed brunette young female, about 5'6''. I guess you could say I'm smart. I mean, I get good grades (meaning As and Bs). So now you know I'm school age. By the way, I'm not going to tell you guys my age. I really don't think it matters and it might color your opinion differently than what it might have been. I love clothes (a newfound passion), ModCloth.com, MyLifeIsAverage, summer, cooking and baking. I play tennis and was on the tennis team. I row. Like, boats. I hate to clean or do any chore. I have 2 dogs, 2 fish, 1 bird, 2 horses, and I think that's it. My favorite singers/songs right now are Gogol Bordello, Sam Sparro, MGMT, The Beatles, and my favorite song as of last night is Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz. I watch Pushing Daisies, Greek, Glee; I used to watch Emergency!, Sea Dive, Adam-12, Earth 2, and they were all great shows. Well, sometimes. I like to read. I knit and I want to learn how to sew. That's all I can think of for now.

I guess that concludes my first post, maybe? yeah, so bye. oh, you guys can call me Muff. It's my nickname. Bye!