an odd end

Margaret Atwood has a new book! It's called After the Flood, and it's a sort of sequel/prequel thing to Oryx & Crake. I really did like Oryx & Crake. It could be a little silly at times, but Atwood ain't exactly known for subtlety. I'm about halfway through After the Flood. I always withold judgement on book 'til the end, so I can't report back to you kids for a couple days.

The legs doing better! Yes, the brace is gone! I feel like much less of a scrub. And just in time for homecoming in two weeks.

Speaking of homecoming...the mums. Dear God, the mums this year. I was being a bit lazy, so I got started late. Never a good idea. Since I'm a senior, it has to be extra-pimped out. I'm doing a triple-mum, with all the bells and whistles. Literally, guys. There are bells and whistles. It's a clanging mess. And I'm making my man a garter, even though he keeps telling me that they're stupid and he doesn't want one. Whatever. He can stfu or gtfo, but I am making that garter.

Summer ended a while ago. I'm doing better; my leg is still weird, but almost back to normal. I've been taking it slow, doing my school work and staying out of the drama. Nothing really new to report. :]

I am currently in a rather pathetic state. I can't take a shower because my leg is fail. I have to take a bath, like a six-year old. Since I am so over self-pity and everything I do must be 100% legit, I've bought a rubber ducky and some bubble bath. The bubble bath is kind of bull though. They say you should add this tiny amount. That doesn't give me nearly enough bubbley goodness. I have to pour like a quarter of a bottle to get the suds I require.

I'm a bit worried. I'm going back to school soon, and as a cheerleader/general hot bitch, I've always been rather particular about my appearance. This brace is cramping my style, and my injury has made me lazy. I've kind of let myself go this summer, slumming it up with basketball shorts and greasy ponytails. And now I'm going to have to transition back into my school routine.

Don't get me wrong; I love putting outfits together and doing my hair and makeup in the morning. Some girls complain about how much we have to primp, but I've always viewed it as a chance to be creative. I'm not good at art, but I can make myself look hot. I may wake up in the morning looking like a scrub, but give me two hours and the right tools and I can transform myself into an Alpha Bitch Kelis-type. Or anybody else I may want to be. I just don't want it to feel like a chore, and I am tired of this brace.

One of the things I love about cheer is that it taught me how to let go of my anger and sadness. You can be having the most drama-filled day ever, but when you go out there and scream your heart out, jump up in the air, and smile like a lunatic, you are going to feel better. And even though I'm stuck on the ground and a lot quieter these days, I still have my positive spirit. My life may be difficult, but I'm still excited for it!

I just wrote up this whole big entry about babysitting, and the internet ate it. Now I am much too tired to share any of my wisdom with you. Another day, perhaps. D:

I am back online! Bad news is my computer screen got smashed by one of the little terrors (whom I love ever so much). Good news is I have a laptop! It's a bit old and clunky, but much more convenient than my ancient PC. I bought it for fairly cheap from one of my more financially well-off friends. I love this thing so much. Now to make sure that the step-siblings don't step on it. :D

So, here's a general sort of post to give my fledgling journal a little less sad. I feel as though this livejournal thing is rather complicated. It's weird, not knowing the rules to something. I'm figuring things out, little by little. I know what an lj cut is, and tags. I joined three (3) communities. I have yet to friend an actual person, but I'm working up to that. I've always found friending people you don't know on social networking sites to be rather strange, but I guess this is different.

This journal is actually pretty fun. I like the icons; they're pretty. I wrote a fanfic and posted to a community. I'm glad to have a new hobby, because life's been rather bleak recently. My dad's lost his job, and the store where I used to work closed down. We had to sell my beautiful baby truck. And after ten glitter-filled years, I've had to give up cheer. It's strange all the free time I have now. I wish Obama would send one of those stimulus jobs my way...

A short explanation: I've lurked LJ for a while, but never really felt the need to get one of my own. But it felt kind of creepy and rude to look at other people's things and not comment. So! There you are.