Fail

Would you believe it if I said that I wanted to post over the month, just never got to doing it? 'Cause it's mostly true. It also doesn't help that this trimester is keeping me busy. I don't mind the German and Algebra homework--those classes are fine, 'cause they're fun--but when it comes to History . . . I just can't bring myself to do it most of the time. Even now, as I type this when I should be sleeping, I have my History book in my backpack, sitting there with two assignments that are due tomorrow stuck between the pages. *shakes head* See? That's one fail. And obviously the first of the fails is the frequency of my posts.

I don't want to even bother going over my last posts to read them. I'll just write what's on my mind when I get there. The first is skating, I guess.

Don't remember my last update on skating. Every time I did go skating this winter, though, I hurt myself. The first time I racked my shins. That I know I wrote about. And, finally, the gash on my right foot is nearly healed completely now. It's just gonna look like my foot surgery scar. I do love scars, but those two are downright nasty. Second time I went skating at the Coliseum with Amy. That wound wasn't as bad, just a rubbed raw spot on my left ankle because I stupidly didn't wear the right socks. *looks down at foot* That's just an angry red spot now. Looks a little like the scar on my hand where my lamp bit me. I guess I can't get too excited. Then the last time I went skating was with a lot of people. Alyssa, Michelle and Henry to be more exact. Again, I stupidly wore the wrong socks again and got a, like, two and a half inch blister on my left foot. That's still healing as well. One side of the blister popped and that's taking longer, the other side I had to dig at just a couple days ago because somehow a hair got curled up in it. Like, head hair. *shivers* It was disgusting. But also on the last time going skating, I got to talk to Henry again. I really miss him. Wish I could tell him how I still feel about him. Like Regnet does to Kurt all of the time.

Speaking of Regnet and Kurt, I know I've never mentioned them before. Well, Kurt I obviously have, with him being my Nightcrawler. But Regnet is a character, original, made by Paul, someone Crystal brought onto my X-Men RPG that I made up at the beginning of February. He's a cool guy. In the RP he power plays sometimes, though not too badly, and he always insists on telling Kurt how he feels about him, which isn't much unlike how I feel (though him in a gay sense, mine in a fan-girl-I-wish-he-were-real sense), and it sometimes gets on my nerves. But when I want a chat, Paul is definitely a go-to guy.

Also, the topic or RPs leads me to another X-Men RPG that I joined. I was welcomed fairly quickly, made a couple online adult friends and got right into the community. That's why I love signing up for communities that just started. I was one of the first people to sign up for that RP. I got a good character for one, and for two I got more attention in the beginning, which is great since I RP with adults on that site. . . . Thank the Air I'm not as innocent as I seem to rub off on people. But Raven, the one closest to me, but also the most inclined to be sexual when it comes to my character (Gambit, by the way), helps me out a lot when I get stuck. I love it there, though.

While I'm on the topic of X-Men, I might as well go on about my place at the X-Men comics. The part I have been waiting for, the part where the Marauders completely wipe out the Morlocks from their tunnel, finally happened. Nightie, who wasn't in the best of shape to begin with, nearly killed himself halfway taking out one of the Marauders. Riptide was the one who nearly brought the end to Nightcrawler's life. But then Colossus went bad-ass and broke Riptide's neck, threatening to do the same to the other Marauders. I've never actually seen Colossus angry in the comics before. But now Colossus is paralyzed after Magneto healed his wounds while he was in his armored form. Magneto doesn't know what he did wrong for that to be the consequence, but he feels bad. And then there's Kitty. I forget how exactly, but she's in permanent ghosting form, and they can't find a way to solidify her again. I think Scrambler reached into Kitty's ghosting form and that's what caused it. But then, because I knew Gambit was a part of the Marauders when they attacked the Morlocks, I was expecting him to pop up at any time, but as I went further it seemed that Sabretooth and Harpoon were leading the gang. Well, Sinister at the very top, of course, but oh well. So I read up on Gambit's history to see what the deal was, and I read that he was hired by Sinister to lead the Marauder's attack. Yet he wasn't even mentioned. *seethes with anger* My Remy ain't there! And when Magyk went and fetched Moira for the injured mutants at the X-Mansion, she totally left Banshee behind. Even though he hasn't any mutant powers any more, I still think he would have been an asset to the team. And then Angel. Apparently X-Factor isn't the next stage of the X-Men. They're just a team consisting of the original X-Men pulling off an elaborate hoax. But Angel's involved. So he went off into the tunnels without anyone else and Harpoon nearly finished him off. But Thor came along and saved him. But why does it have to be my favorite characters that are either neglected or dying? Banshee, Angel, Nightcrawler, Gambit and Colossus. My top five favorite X-Men. But I like Kitty, too. Grr.

After that little rant, yet another thing comes to mind. ^_^

So there was this one German student who came over to Dexter, living in this one person's house. But the person apparently had pets, and Lara (I think that's how to spell her name--the exchange student) is allergic to the animals and had to be moved. I would have probably taken her, but our house sorta has, like, a lot of animals. Y'know, a dog, five cats, four rabbits, over a hundred birds, both chickens and pheasants. So Mark took her in for the rest of her stay here, and I met her today. She has a different accent than I expected. After hearing how English voice actors (or actor, if you want to take in Alan) portray Kurt, that's how I expected most German accents to sound like. But, if she sits at our lunch table again tomorrow, I hope to get out of my awkward socializing and ask her a few questions. Get a conversation going, y'know? I think it'd be awesome. I mean, I get to meet a person aus Deutschland!

Oh, and I asked Dad again today if I could host a German student next year, and his answer was "Sure." I'm not sure if it's actually going to happen, but I think I might subtly (*laughs at the word*--I ain't subtle) pester him for a while until I get a straight answer. I mean, I'd absolutely love to have, like, my own German friend in my house, and then I hope to save up enough money so that I can fly over there for a few weeks. Ich glaube, dass ich es machen kann. I hope I wrote that right.

So yeah. I think I pretty much have everything that has some importance in my mind. My eyes are getting droopy now, so I probably should get some sleep. For the past week I haven't been getting genügend schlafen, but I feel more awake during school with the less I get. I mean, I went to bed around this time yesterday and I couldn't wake up in German class until Kyra started handing me Cola gummies. Sugar.

Well, ich müss gehen. Ich müss schlafen. Ich habe morgen Schule.

Oh! Wait! Music! That's been another important thing in my week. I typed in two stations in Pandora in the past week: The Safety Dance and Fireflies. I have been listening to music similar to those two songs in that time. I have downloaded probably about thirty to forty songs that I like while listening to that. I now have over five hundred songs on my MP3 player when I previously had about four hundred and sixty or something like that. Speaking of that, I probably should put that by my backpack; otherwise I'll forget it again and be music-less.

"Wir dürfen tanzen wann wir möchten."

Anyway. Bedtime.

Yesterday's song of the day was The Freshman by Verve Pipe (who are apparently playing at Cornerstone, though I don't know when), but I didn't have that song stuck in my head today. The day that I decide to write another rambling journal. I swear, when I look back at these journals in just five years, I'm gonna have ta hurt myself for stupidity. I know I'm an idjit. Don't contradict me, either. I know.

SONG OF THE DAY: Fireflies ~ Owl City