Sibling Jealousy

Today I'd like to vent about/praise my little sister. She is by far the coolest child I've ever met. She would also like everyone reading this to know that "she is 14 and NOT a child! So stop saying that Aury!" Whatever. I'm crazy jealous that the kid has long, wavy, golden blond hair; while I have long, stick straight, ashy locks. She is also one of those stupid people with naturally thick, black, curled eye lashes. That's the clincher too! Lemme tell ya! I fight with two kinds of mascara and a heated eyelash curler every morning but my eyes still don't pop like hers... Finally, the damn kid is a freshman in high school and has bigger *ahem* than me! Can I just say that this isn't fair?!

But enough bitching about looks. What I'm really here to whine about is artistic ability (or lack thereof). I've always wanted to be an artist: drawing, painting, sculpting, whatever. Unfortunately, I'm not. Don't get me wrong! I'm a whiz with a camera, dark room, and photo shop, but if you ask me to actually materialize something from my own hands, it just won't happen. C, on the other hand, does all of the above! She has had since, like, age 3 incredible spacial reasoning so her realistic drawing skills are unbelievable. The versatile little snot also happens to apply this skill to inking and painting... I was never even good at paint by numbers... Lastly, growing up she never played with blocks or dolls or anything but was always toying with Play Dough. Now that's translated itself into being amazing with clay and a pottery wheel. Thus, needless to say she is 14 and at the head of her school's art program (I, btw, got a sympathy B+ from the same teacher that gave her her own display kiosk at the last art show).

But I'm not bitter... What? I'm not. And, thankfully we've both got a sense of humor about the whole envy thing because I'm sitting here looking at my "Awesome Big Sister Day" (new holiday, starting now, spread the word) present which includes: Crayons, an X-Men coloring book, a deluxe, Prang, hard lead pencil set, and a "Learn to Draw Dragons, Princesses, and Wizards" book for ages 6-15.

Don't laugh! I'm actually quite excited...

Edit Pessimism

Okay, so I was wrong about the bombing of the history paper. Guess who got a 92%? Me! Good guess. Yay.

102% Later

Quick update because I'm late for History class. The good news is that I'm not dead and somehow finished my midterms. The bad news is I've got four+ more years of this marathon to run. More good news, I got 102% on the philosophy test, a B+ on my english paper, and an A on the History paper. I'll have to continue biting my nails until I find out what I got on the women's studies research paper and midterm and I'm about to go find out how badly I bombed that history test. And don't tell me to be optimistic: I BOMBED that test.
Meanwhile. Reality TV has reach an all new low. Contestants are no longer just going at each other's throats for six digits in cash or "a chance to be America's Next Top Model." The prize of prizes, the holy grail of trashy television has now become the goal of being Paris Hilton's New BFF. I'm so jealous.

Shameless

So in my week long blitz of homework, papers, and tests I managed to catch the meanest case of the flu EVER. Thus I played hookie from school today (again. Good God you people must think I, like, never leave my house and my job/classes are imaginary, huh?) and will be doing the same with work tomorrow.

Please let me just say that I am unashamed that I still bitch like a kid about taking cough syrup: that sh*t is nasty and doesn't help. They make it so disgusting intentionally so that children will be forced into acting better or having a spoonful of poison crammed down their throats...

Secondly. I don't care how crappy you thought Laguna Beach was or how annoying you found Kristen Whateverhernameis. The Hills is awesome. I can't get enough of these cute little girls making horrible guy decisions while attempting not to crash and burn in the backstage fashion industry. And I love Lauren's clothes. Note: I would never pay for seasons 1-3 in a box set but I'm fully willing to make some poor hack in Netflix's mail room send them to me day after day along with other such shameful shows like One Tree Hill...

/shrug.

I'm going to bed. Night kids.

Ugh.

I'm exhausted.

Okay, no, this time I have an excuse.

So yesterday was one of those days for me: I woke up to cold cloudy skies (which I love, mind you), decided to wear a sweater, and was baking like a cookie by 10am because the damn southern sun doesn't know what the Hell it wants to do. While I'm hauling ass out the door for school I spill my tea and have to change shirts, which causes me to forget my planner: a mistake that will later be the cause of a near-mental breakdown in LA 102.

Two seconds in the car and I smack the shit out of my passenger side mirror while backing out of the garage. The mirror snapped completely off... AGAIN. Yes, that is the second time I made the exact same mistake, in the exact same spot, on the exact same mirror, at the exact same time of day. WTF?!

Anyway, I tough it up and zip off in my poor little lopsided Focus that now reminds me of a poor little lopsided Nemo fish... Z is on the phone listening to my sniffles and giving me all the general boyfriend comforts needed to help me survive such a bad morning. Not the least of which included promising to "order the new mirror and fix it this weekend so that you won't crash into anything else Aura..."

Gee. Thanks, Honey.

Once I finally make it to class, I find out that the paper I busted my ass to get done has been moved back another week because some cry-baby first year complained to the teacher about having too much homework from her class load. *tear*

Look, you n00b freshman! That's not how it's done, alright?! If you slack off or can't hack it, you don't whine to the teacher and ask for an extension! You suck it up, go buy a case of Red Bull, lock yourself in your room, and don't plan on sleeping for the next 24 hours until you finish!

I eventually make it through my day after the only positive of my english teacher using my essay as the example of what a perfect paper should look like (go me!) and multiple negatives, including but not limited to; my history teacher adding another chapter to the test I'm not ready for; stubbing my toe; and having my favorite color lipstick melt in my car.

Thus. My day sucked. In order to counter the suckiness of yesterday and prep for that history test, I'm going to take Chondra's advice: stay home today and avoid doing anything even mildly dangerous.

Hope you all have a better Wednesday than my Tuesday!