The epic adventure of how I hopped a barbed wire fence while being chased by a mountain lion

So, today I'm going to take a break from all that teenage angst crap and tell you a story. But first, a teensy bit of background: I noticed the other day that the scar on my hand was almost completely faded. This made me sad, because I like my scars. When I was younger I always wished I had some scars and I was happy when I finally got a couple, even though the process of getting them was very unpleasant. But those aren't the scars I'm going to talk about today, and that's not even really the reason I'm a bit sad about the fading of this one. It's because the scar is a reminder of how I got the scar, and that is a story. It's not a particularly special or exciting story, but it's still a story. When I noticed I could barely see the scar, it occurred to me that the story could soon be forgotten. How horrible, I thought, I should write it down. -And then do what with it. -*gasp* I should blog about it. And that brings me to where we are now. This looks like it might get to be another really long post, sorry. Maybe I'll make the font smaller. So here is my story:

I went to a family camp in the black hills last summer called Outlaw Ranch. One of the things my age group did one morning was hike to Outlaw Mountain. Not everyone in my group went, but most or all of the guys did. and I did. I was the only girl from the age group, but this doesn't seem to be overly unusual in my life. I wanted to hike up a mountain. And it was a tough hike, it was really steep and pretty long and there were tree branches literally everywhere. EVERYWHERE all over the ground. My legs got all scratched up. Sometime on the way to the top, I noticed that there was a nice red scratch on my hand. It didn't really hurt and it wasn't really bleeding, so I didn't realize until I glanced down at my hand. I figured I had scratched it on a tree branch, but later, I decided that I had probably scratched myself hopping over the short little barbed wire fence on the way. 

We were a little late coming back for lunch, so we decided to make up a story about how we got attacked by a mountain lion, and it scratched me, but then this kid in my group named Jay knocked it out with his water bottle and we ran off before it woke up. That was the story that I was going to tell people if they asked about the scar, until I realized that hopping a barbed wire fence sounded almost as badass as fighting off a mountain lion, and it was more realistic, because it actually happened. Then I decided I should say I hopped a barbed wire fence while being chased by a mountain lion. 

That's really all I have to say. It was pretty long. sorry.

Quote of the moment: "Are you a battlement?" -some really dumb chick on amazing race

"Hi, I'm Tom from Australia" -Tom from Australia aka frezned

Life Issues and TV News

So, today I was at callbacks for my schools musical, and of course, everyone there was really talented and confident and have things they're proud of and stuff, and I am NOT those things so naturally I became a bit depressed so I went and took a walk. It was raining out, which probably didn't help my mood, but it was still a really nice walk. I came back a while later and I was all wet and thinking about stuff, and a couple people asked me if I was okay, and I said I was, even though I wasn't really sure. So, basically it's like the terrible pointless feeling that I talked about in the previous post, except loads worse, because now I have the stress and so much less free time from school, and I was surrounded by all these people and I am a co stage-manager, which really isn't important, at least not for a couple months, and I interviewed to be assistant director, which was fairly disappointing for me last spring, along with the fact that I didn't get back on drama board, which really isn't that big of a deal, but it bothered me, and it still bothers me from time to time, but that's just because I'm a freak who can't let anything go, but anyway, I'm mostly over all of that, but not completely. Basically, my life is pointless and I don't have any talents or things like that and a lot of times I feel like I don't have people who I can talk to, because out of my friend group, there are two people who I would say I am the closest too, and they are best friends with each other, which makes things awkward for me.

ANYWAYS, yeah, sort of also in line with what I was talking about last post, I kind of want to start a vlog, and I tried to film one once, but it was dumb, so I stopped. I'm also thinking about doing nanowrimomo, if I find myself any spare time...

So, in TV News... (contains very minor spoilers regarding Chuck and Psych, mostly contained in the little blurb where I talk about Psych)

The new season of Chuck looks really good. I was geeking out all over the premiere episode. Also, next weeks episode has a Jeremy Messersmith song in it, which is exciting, because there are few things that I love more than when spy action comedies mix with good local music.

Survivor is on Wednesday, which annoys me immensly, and also means that I haven't been able to watch the first two episodes. 

The White Collar finale was mindblowing to anyone who had been watching the series for more than two weeks.

I finally got around to watching the mid-season finale of Psych, which was good, though as great as the developing relationship between Shawn and Jules is, I wonder how it is going to work out in terms of plot. I think thay should just hurry up and make babies, like Chuck's sister. 

I haven't seen the new Glee. I have a kind of like - hate relationship with Glee. On the one hand, it's cute and funny and has catchy music. On the other hand, it's really stupid and horribly unrealistic. And the expository style with the people's voice over bothers me. Get some real story-telling and character development, stupid writers. 

30 Rock and Community were both really funny. The Office was so-so again.

So, this post is really really really long and I don't feel like I've said very much so I should probably stop.  This post is a little bit weird, because Elizabeth is probably the only one who will ever read this, so Elizabeth, just know that when I was writing this I wasn't thinking about that, I was just writing stuff, and you happen to be the only person subscribed to my blog at this time. Also, hello. 

Bye

Song of the Moment: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzR-qAEtAyU

Youtube Video of Forever: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aD6edNdwWgU

Quote of the Moment: "If someone says, "...that's what she said." I respond, "...to her friend, who was also a slut."" -Nathan Fillion