Oh, yes

It's true. I am the Most Coordinated Person on Earth (holding arms out wide to welcome applause). I was walking late Tuesday night, as I do most every night. I got to a really dark spot on the trail and reached for my light. I didn't stop walking. No. Of course not. Just as my light clicked on, I walked off a cliff. Granted, it was a three foot cliff, but that's a lot of nothing to go through when you were expecting flat solid earth. I skinned my hand/wrist trying to catch myself, and got a minor bruise on my cheek where the path belatedly came up to meet me. At the time, I was pretty pissed about it. I even uttered half a sware word. After sleeping on it, though, I decided to make the most of it. So yesterday, every time someone gave me a dirty look, knocked me out of the way, or vaguely irritated me in any way,
I would shoot them my fiercest glare before reaching up with bloodied knuckles to scratch at my bruise, like 'Yeah? You sure you wanna do that?'
Mr. Litterbug (that's Yuppie-Trash Litterbug to you)actually turned back to retrieve his discarded wrapper when I gave him the Look. He would've had to come closer to me to get to the trash can, so he stuffed it in his pocket.
Awesome.
I've got to beat myself up more often.

Look at me! I'm posting!

I'm not reading anyone's posts from today or yesterday, because I know everyone will be talking about the Smalville premier. I won't get to see it for quite a while, and I'm a spoiler-free kinda girl. So if I miss anything important and non-spoilery, please point it out to me?
I don't post much normally, because I find everyone else's lives much more entertaining than my own. Plus, I can't type. Have you noticed how everyone else lists a song under "current music", and I list entire albums? That's how well I can't type. Not kidding. But since I've stopped reading your posts, and I can't seem to stay away from the computer, I suppose I'll give this whole posting thing another shot.
I've removed my fic from my LJ. I think, in my heart of hearts, I was hoping that posting it would get it out of my head and into someone else's. The story seems to have a mind of its own, and wants so desperately to be written, but I don't think I'm the girl for it. These vivid, all-absorbing fantasies just pop into my head, and it's up to me to give them words. I'm horrible at descriptive stuff, so I end up with nothing more than blocking and dialogue. It's more like transcribing than creative writing, really. It's certainly less emotionally involving and interesting than, say, Aelora's writing. I guess I could improve my writing skills with a creative writing class or five, but honestly, I don't want to be a writer. I just want to shake these tenacious plot bunnies out of my head somehow.
I love that image . . . Who came up with plot "bunnies", anyway?
Oh, I have a question completely unrelated to anything: Can anyone come up with a euphemism for Lex's, uh, all-over baldness?

Bust A Move

When I had my own space, I worked out every day. Played Dance Dance Revolution, turned up the stereo, bounced around the apartment like a bunny on uppers. If that ever got old, there was never any shortage of fad workouts for me to try out.
Now we live in a tent. In a 24-hour Quiet Zone. I can't even listen to the radio. We have a common room, but it's a little too common, you know? Pretty much the only time it's empty is between 3-5am, when sane people are sleeping. So there's really nothing stopping me from working out then, but it is rather inconvenient.
Then it occurred to me. Here I am getting cabin fever in the midst of hundreds of miles of wilderness. Privacy. Space. Oh, and unless the rangers speak squirrel, I don't have to worry about anyone lodging a complaint. Of course, I can't play DDR in the woods, but hey. I'm about ready to take what I can get. So I scouted out a couple spots within 20 minutes walk of my tent, with enough flat ground, out of sight of the main trail.
I went to one today, took it for a test drive, so to speak.
Have I ever mentioned that I hate boy scouts?
No, I will not be your entertainment for this evening. Blech.
Try again later . . .

ETA: This will probably be my last post for a few days. I'll be at work all weekend and won't have my computer. Plus I plan on hiking to work again this weekend. It's a 4 hour round trip, added onto a 12 hour shift, so there goes my day. I'll miss y'all!