Woohoo!
The ponies have moved from the Guilford barn, so I won't be spending all day, every day up there. Now they're all scattered – Duke, Cloud, and Spirit (palomino Quarter Horse, grey Anglo Arab, and buckskin Quarter Pony respectively) are at White Horse Farm, a little five-stall barn in Old Saybrook owned by this crazy old lady and inhabited by two ponies, Chocolate Chip and Peaches, and their horrible Hollister-wearing mommies Cathryn and Kelly, who haven't said one word to me yet, just stared and whispered to each other as I unloaded the horses and the entire truck by myself. Gabe and Delilah (Lippizan and tobiano Paint respectively) are living at Tina's house in Old Saybrook. The three Fjords, Rhoda, Ivy, and Zipper, have gone to Tina's mentor's barn (even though I think Rhoda is supposed to be sold to a therapeutic riding place called High Hopes). Eeyore and Polo, (who I think are TBs) are in Old Lyme; we'll go visit them three times a week until their mommy gets back from vacation. And Savannah, the 11-year-old Appaloosa, is happily munching on grass in a three-acre pasture in Killingworth. Yay for driving a lot.
BUT if my dad is nice to me we'll be fixing up my yard so Savannah can come live with us! Her pasture is only available for July, unfortunately, and she has nowhere else to go. I'm going to have to find the cheapest way to make a lean-to, and we'll have to clear a bunch of trees and maybe even level the ground a little... but I'm so excited! Apparently the fact that I've basically been living with Tina for the past month has proved to my parents that I'm commited to doing the work for a horse.
And of course I'm hoping that once we've had this setup for a year or two, I'll be able to get my own horse. Like a little black Shire colt. Hehe...
In other news, my foot's still yucky and painful and probably fractured or something. I can walk on it, but I've been limping for weeks now, and it hasn't fixed itself. Luckily I'm going to the orthopedist to get an xray and to see how bad it is. Hopefully I'm not permanently flawed. xD I'm really ready to walk normally again, haha. This whole injury thing made my trip to Martha's Vineyard this week less than perfect.
Hope everyone is enjoying their summer. :)
06 July, 2007
28 June, 2007
Random news.
In the past few days, I have...
...been cantered over by Delilah, a sixteen-hand paint mare. We were freeschooling and she was wigging out and I happened to be standing in the middle of the ring, trusting her to realise that THERE WAS A HUMAN STANDING IN HER WAY. But no, she didn't see me and ran right over my foot with her leading fore. It's a good thing she was barefoot and I had paddock boots – I'm pretty sure my metatarsals would be just about severed right now. Luckily I got off with a bad bruise. Now my left leg is purplish-greenish-blue...again.
...ridden for the first time since, oh, October? Yup, got to exercise Savannah, an eleven-year-old leopard appaloosa. We didn't do much, on account of my foot and the facts that we'd just freeschooled for a half hour and she hadn't had a saddle on since December. But 'twas fun; she's so sensitive, all you have to do is adjust your seat, and she'll halt or go faster or whatever. Her new owner will be very happy with her.
...filched an old NES from the bowels of my mentor Tina's basement. We cleaned her house so she can move to Old Saybrook, and nobody wanted it. Funny how such old platforms can be so appealing. Now if we could only figure out how to use it...
...been to the Vision Festival for the first time in my life. Which is pathetic, because out of the twelve festivals that have happened annually since it started, my dad's performed at eleven. It's creepy free jazz, and we didn't get to see very interesting performances, but whatev. I can check something else off my list of life accomplishments.
Anyways.
...been cantered over by Delilah, a sixteen-hand paint mare. We were freeschooling and she was wigging out and I happened to be standing in the middle of the ring, trusting her to realise that THERE WAS A HUMAN STANDING IN HER WAY. But no, she didn't see me and ran right over my foot with her leading fore. It's a good thing she was barefoot and I had paddock boots – I'm pretty sure my metatarsals would be just about severed right now. Luckily I got off with a bad bruise. Now my left leg is purplish-greenish-blue...again.
...ridden for the first time since, oh, October? Yup, got to exercise Savannah, an eleven-year-old leopard appaloosa. We didn't do much, on account of my foot and the facts that we'd just freeschooled for a half hour and she hadn't had a saddle on since December. But 'twas fun; she's so sensitive, all you have to do is adjust your seat, and she'll halt or go faster or whatever. Her new owner will be very happy with her.
...filched an old NES from the bowels of my mentor Tina's basement. We cleaned her house so she can move to Old Saybrook, and nobody wanted it. Funny how such old platforms can be so appealing. Now if we could only figure out how to use it...
...been to the Vision Festival for the first time in my life. Which is pathetic, because out of the twelve festivals that have happened annually since it started, my dad's performed at eleven. It's creepy free jazz, and we didn't get to see very interesting performances, but whatev. I can check something else off my list of life accomplishments.
Anyways.
19 June, 2007
18 June, 2007
Rant time, bitches.
All right, let's start with my social studies teacher, Mrs. McQueeney. I could basically break the woman in half if I wanted to. She's got this stupid little bowl haircut, and her wardrobe...oh, God. But she talks to me as if I'm a retarded four-year-old. Today, what was supposed to be my last day of school, I had to stay after to talk to her about my research paper (that I handed in April, thankyouverymuch) and how I didn't go through the process right. I didn't footnote everything, so she was going to fail me. So we're sitting opposite, and she's explaining where she thinks I should have footnoted, and she stares into my eyes and talks really sloww, like I don't understand English or something. Ugh, I can't even explain how irritating she is, on every level of her existence.
Next, Mr. Nasry, French teacher. The man thinks he's the shit 'cause he's from Morocco, and actually grew up speaking French and Arabic. Whoopdeedoo. He's constantly comparing France and the US – France wins every time. Now don't get me wrong, I agree that America sucks ass, but excuse me sir, you were the one who moved here from Europe. You decided to come live here, we were born here.
But the most infuriating thing is that he teaches as if he's a philosophy professor at some college. As if language is this mystical idea that we have to think hard to grasp its concept. There are no vocab sheets, no tangible written-down stuff that we can actually study or learn from. And frankly, we don't remember everything he throws out in conversation, every random word that he happens to mention, as much as he's convinced it's so. One word, Naz: REPETITION. Ugh, what a dumbass.
And finally, something totally unrelated: those stupid emo wannabe poser kids. I don't know when it happened, but somehow people started thinking that wearing stud belts and eyeliner and writing poetry makes you emo. As far as I know, the term emo is short for emotional. People who live up to the definition of the term and fill the typical stereotype are depressed out of their skulls. That's what makes them cut, and do drugs, and be emotional. Anyone in their right mind would try to avoid depression as much as possible. Trust me, I know what it feels like to want to kill myself. Not fun. You can go and wear black eyeliner and studs and pierce yourself or whatever, just don't insult the people who actually fit into the category of emo for legitimate reasons.
And as long as we're on the subject of correct labelling, let me say one thing. GREENDAY IS NOT HARDCORE. If you think that shit is heavy, you are naïve. Simple as that.
Right, I'm done now.
Next, Mr. Nasry, French teacher. The man thinks he's the shit 'cause he's from Morocco, and actually grew up speaking French and Arabic. Whoopdeedoo. He's constantly comparing France and the US – France wins every time. Now don't get me wrong, I agree that America sucks ass, but excuse me sir, you were the one who moved here from Europe. You decided to come live here, we were born here.
But the most infuriating thing is that he teaches as if he's a philosophy professor at some college. As if language is this mystical idea that we have to think hard to grasp its concept. There are no vocab sheets, no tangible written-down stuff that we can actually study or learn from. And frankly, we don't remember everything he throws out in conversation, every random word that he happens to mention, as much as he's convinced it's so. One word, Naz: REPETITION. Ugh, what a dumbass.
And finally, something totally unrelated: those stupid emo wannabe poser kids. I don't know when it happened, but somehow people started thinking that wearing stud belts and eyeliner and writing poetry makes you emo. As far as I know, the term emo is short for emotional. People who live up to the definition of the term and fill the typical stereotype are depressed out of their skulls. That's what makes them cut, and do drugs, and be emotional. Anyone in their right mind would try to avoid depression as much as possible. Trust me, I know what it feels like to want to kill myself. Not fun. You can go and wear black eyeliner and studs and pierce yourself or whatever, just don't insult the people who actually fit into the category of emo for legitimate reasons.
And as long as we're on the subject of correct labelling, let me say one thing. GREENDAY IS NOT HARDCORE. If you think that shit is heavy, you are naïve. Simple as that.
Right, I'm done now.
15 June, 2007
Finally.
Yay, I finally remembered to post in this bitch of a blog thing. Let's hope it continues, eh?
So what's new...
School's almost over – I've only got two more exams left! It's a shame how badly French and Algebra went. I'm pretty sure I failed both. I'll be glad when it's over and I can stop thinking about grades for a couple of months.
The other huuge news is my new barn! Mi madre found, through a complicated chain of events, a woman named Tina who has a small, somewhat private barn. There's around 12 horses, five of which are boarders. She's big into natural horsemanship and is just overall very cool.
But a little strained at the moment. She's (actually we're) in the process of moving to Old Saybrook, where she's living, but she's paying rent on two places and working a ton to get the money for hay and grain and stuff. I've been going over to feed every night this week, improvising every night because of the inconsistency. Which is fine by me – anything to be with the horses. But I'll feel better when we're settled in the new barn and Tina can relax.
Let's see...what else?
Oh, I've gone back to Horseland. I never could break the addiction to the horrid game. I'm thinking about breeding Italian Heavy Drafts, cause they're cool, and I got a decent 50k mare for only 5 mill. But the cool thing is that Draco and I are partnering up! We're doing donkeys. Hehe.
So what's new...
School's almost over – I've only got two more exams left! It's a shame how badly French and Algebra went. I'm pretty sure I failed both. I'll be glad when it's over and I can stop thinking about grades for a couple of months.
The other huuge news is my new barn! Mi madre found, through a complicated chain of events, a woman named Tina who has a small, somewhat private barn. There's around 12 horses, five of which are boarders. She's big into natural horsemanship and is just overall very cool.
But a little strained at the moment. She's (actually we're) in the process of moving to Old Saybrook, where she's living, but she's paying rent on two places and working a ton to get the money for hay and grain and stuff. I've been going over to feed every night this week, improvising every night because of the inconsistency. Which is fine by me – anything to be with the horses. But I'll feel better when we're settled in the new barn and Tina can relax.
Let's see...what else?
Oh, I've gone back to Horseland. I never could break the addiction to the horrid game. I'm thinking about breeding Italian Heavy Drafts, cause they're cool, and I got a decent 50k mare for only 5 mill. But the cool thing is that Draco and I are partnering up! We're doing donkeys. Hehe.
25 May, 2007
Hot + Pirates
Ugh, it's been so hot these past few days. Ninety degrees at least. My awful school's air conditioning is so bad, so all of us bake in class. I'm finding it increasingly difficult to move. The defining moment was when my eyeliner was sticking together during softball in gym the other day.
I blame global warming.
But. The most fantabulous, super-stupendous, amazingtastical thing happened yesterday -- Pirates 3!
Mandy and I went to the first showing at eight (we got there an hour early!); we got the best seats, second row down from the top in the very middle.
Johnny, I've confirmed, is the most amazing person to walk this earth. 'Nuff said. He was so brilliant, as always, even with his multiple selves. Pulled off the whole insane bit perfectly.
I'm going to see it again tonight with a bunch of friends. Oooo I can't wait.
I blame global warming.
But. The most fantabulous, super-stupendous, amazingtastical thing happened yesterday -- Pirates 3!
Mandy and I went to the first showing at eight (we got there an hour early!); we got the best seats, second row down from the top in the very middle.
Johnny, I've confirmed, is the most amazing person to walk this earth. 'Nuff said. He was so brilliant, as always, even with his multiple selves. Pulled off the whole insane bit perfectly.
I'm going to see it again tonight with a bunch of friends. Oooo I can't wait.
23 May, 2007
Savor the Newness.
Hoho, yes matey. Surfy has a blog now. I really don't know what I'll be doing with this, just that I feel the need to write stuff down and share it with strangers, or luffs, or whomever else might wander in. It'll also be nice to have something to kill time with, now that my various other online endeavours are becoming exceedingly boring.
So yes.
I'm sleepy and ADD right now, though; I'll post something tomorrow. Something actually interesting, trust me.
So yes.
I'm sleepy and ADD right now, though; I'll post something tomorrow. Something actually interesting, trust me.
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