Outside The Wake Unlocks Your Potential and Extremely Fun Downfall and An Epiphany!

Everyone, at some point in their life, is guilty of procrastinating. It's not where I'm going to take my blog post today but I wanted this to be like a personal-diary thing so that's what I'm doing. I'm connecting with my online reader about my life. And... to all of you stalkers out there... I ain't giving you enough information to stalk me with so... -_- and also, GET A LIFE!

Ahem.

If I look around me at my "computer station" aka my second room, there are a lot of things I am procrastinating on. I'll start from left to right to explain to you what my station looks like.

On the farthest left, there is my purple iPod nano, which I am currently listening to right now. (song: 10 Miles Wide by Escape the Fate). Next is a book called A Separate Peace by John Knowles. No, I am not reading this book for enjoyment. I'm reading it for English next year. I'm on page 34 and there are 201 pages... I guess you could say that's progress. That's the first thing I'm procrastinating on: reading that dang book. Don't get me wrong, it's sorta interesting - compared to the things we had to read last year... including The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain. When my English teacher told me that it was a humor novel, I got excited because I love reading about funny things - who doesn't? But what was disappointing is that it wasn't funny ONE BIT! It was only funny if you... really thought about it. And that's not humorous in my dictionary. Anyways. I'm aiming to finish that book in... a week. As in by next Sunday which... according to my... decent math skills will be possible if I read 24 pages a day... or one and a half chapters a day. Or two chapters if we want to round. Okay... I found a good system. I think I'll have this book done by this Friday if I read two chapters a day, which is good! Four days... wow... that'll be a record. I normally read a 400 - 500 page novel in a month in a half... *glares at Gone with the Wind sitting on my desk on a shelf...* No... not that novel. I'm reading that on my own time... sorta.

Anyways, next to that are my highlighters, pencil, and Post-It notes I need for annotating that novel. And I still have Lord of the Flies to read, which I will finish in July. June is for my current novel and then the next book. Woo... two books. Woo. -_- *false enthusiasm*. Now, I'll just list my stuff on at my station.

A note card, barring numerical equations...
A crumbled up, folded Post-It.
My iHome.
An empty bottom of Lipton, green tea.
The mouse to my computer, saying Dell on it.
A piece of printer paper folded into a square, which tells me what themes I have to annotate for. (Man's Inhumanity To Man, Power and Domination, Loss of Innocence) And they wonder why kids become mass-murders because of these blasphemous (<-- one of my favorite words by the way, it sounds funny) THEMES!! >:( So don't blame me... blame my teachers.
A small folder, over-flowing with sheets of music for my trumpet and it has some foam-letters, saying my name, and a sticker of Scooby-Doo and foam music notes and a guitar.
An envelope. It contains: my scores on a major test and my final grades for eighth grade.
Another piece of folded Post-It note, where I have written... some numbers that have no meaning to me what-so-ever, and some things in Japanese: Kami-sama, -chan, -senpai, Chelsea-chan. Hmm...
A pink eraser.
My pen set.
A hard-back copy of my favorite book, or one of them, Halo: Cryptum.
A red, 70-page journal with a machinima script I'm writing.
On top of that, a copy of an Alien book called: Alien: Steel Egg. Stupid book, by the way.

I believe that is it. And, there's another tab on my Internet browser: Inbox - Yahoo! Mail. I have to send some emails... or reply to them.

So... before I procrastinate on this blog post myself... I'll get started.

Yesterday was Father's Day; I wish all of your fathers a late Father's Day, assuming you have a dad and you're not some creepy alien... O_o Ahem... anyways. So, I'm pretty sure my dad had a good Father's Day because we went boating/tubing. Yes, we have a boat. It's not like a yacht or anything... just a boating... boat. It's white and has a tan cover and golden trim. It's a pretty boat. And it has the word: Regal on it's side.Which, as I observed before going tubing, is Lager backwards. which....isn't a word but if it had another "g" it would be: Lagger! A real -- What?! Lagger is SO a word?! Why is there this... this... INSULTING red, squiggle underneath it? Hmmm?!?! -_- *pulls up a new tab. types in dictionary.com*

LAGER IS A WORD?!?!! HA! Listen to the definition!
–noun 1. Also called lager beer . a beer stored from six weeks to six months for aging before use.

PFFT! Wow... I learned something today!! Anyways. Now let's look up "lagger". WHICH IS A WORD!!

What the heck is a laggard? AHA! I knew it! Someone who lags. Yes, aha, so... I was right AND wrong... interesting.

Anyways. Lagger is a word. I don't care what you think RED, SQUIGGLE!

But, I ended up naming our boat... the U.S.S Something-er-another. :D So yeah.

Tubing is fun. Just going to throw that out there now because I know SOMEONE in particular - who doesn't read my blog but SHOULD - who is scared of tubing and he's never gone before. Now, you can only say you've enjoyed tubing if you've obviously tubed and been thrown off.

Yesterday, I got thrown off... THREE TIMES. Yeah... and that hasn't ever happened and I will describe all three wipeouts.

Me and my friend, neighbor/10 years of friendship friend Abby, and her family went with ours so it was me and her on a tube. My dad always drives the boat because next to cars, it's his favorite thing. And so whenever you go out of the triangular-shaped wake behind the boat - which is the water pattern the motor makes, you're at total mercy of the lake itself. But for you to get out of the wake, my dad has to take a sharp turn, which sends you speeds through the wake where you could either be launched five feet into the air, flip, or get thrown off... literally. So. My dad did a sharp turn, which sends Abby and I skidding out of the wake and the next thing I know, a rush of water hits my face and floods my mouth and nose with... lake water. I had been thrown off. And the first thing that ran through my mind was: "Oh... no..." and "Is this really happening? Yeah, it is," I resurfaced and found Abby a few feet away from me. So I swam over to her, "Are you okay?" She says, "I think so... I went in head first," Then she lays back and floats on her back to catch her breath. And as we're climbing back into the boat, I'm moaning, "I can't feel my arms!! D:" And here's what happened. We flipped. The hit a wave and flipped. Abby was on the right side and I was on the left and so it flipped over on the right side, so Abby tumbled in first and I went after her. Ahh... nothing tastes better than lake water and possible fish poo in the back of your throat and in my nose...

So, later, Abby's younger brother Sam wanted to go by himself but the way the tube is designed, it's where two people and sit together but going by himself would make the weight unbalanced and he had a great chance of falling off. And so, I'm prepared to see him fly off but... what happened I couldn't even imagine would even HAPPEN!

Sam sat on the left side and so whenever my dad swung left, sending the tube right and the right side of the tube lifts up from the air rushing right and he is SERIOUSLY skidding across the water almost vertical! I've never seen anything so funny in my life and what was SO funny is that he held on still! He kept on flying/skidding for five times until he was finally thrown off and was thrown over the side of the tube, over the empty, right-side seat.

So, Sam convinced me to try to go by myself and I have to admit, I was scared! I knew I wasn't going to die but I mean, it's two different things when you're watching someone doing it and then you do it yourself. So as my dad starts to go, I'm thinking, "Be a man, Chelsea! BE A MAN!" And I have to admit the feeling of see the water two inches from your face and the other side of the tube practically above you... felt pretty... exhilarting and ranks up there close to the many times I've had those feelings that tell you that you were SO SURE you were dead. I think that ranks number two. Number one was when I was playing Halo and I was SO SURE I had gotten ran over by a tank but somehow it just sailed over me because I fell into a ditch and then it disappeared into the ocean behind me. (I was along a coast) I was SO SURE I was dead but I wasn't and I was like shaking from that and laughing at the same time.

Back to yesterday. I only managed to skid/fly vertically once before I was thrown out. Actually, the tube when belly-up and I was still hanging on underneath it. My right hand still held on tightly and my left hand and the rest of my body was being dragged through the water. Finally, as I felt the tube get jerked again, as my dad pulled the boat around the pick me up, and my swim-suit giving me an atomic wedgie, my right hand let go. Ugh... I hate when your swimsuit rides up... it's not comfortable and the expression on your face isn't that flattering in the first place... Looks like you're constipated and in agony at the same time. Of course, I wasn't trying to impress anyone so - who cares? Not me.

So, then... there's my last wipeout, which hurt the least out of the three. I mean, it HURTS when you hit the water. You know how people who go bungee jumping over a bridge and the line snaps and they die on impact on the water. Want to know why? Well, I don't know the science behind it all - I'm sure there is - but it's like jumping into concrete because you're picking up speed, reaching high velocities and the water is a liquid so it's not going to completely immerse you because... it's water! But still... it hurts even when you're thrown off. Because water is very.. very... deadly. Speaking of which, the wind was really strong yesterday and so one of the waves spray into your face and it felt like little needles stabbing into me. With the speed of the wind and the speed my dad was going combined made it hurt.. like little needles... *shudders*

Abby and I went one last time and I have to admit, this wipeout was kinda pathetic because it was just me who got thrown off. Abby and I switched sides, so I was on the right side and she was on the left. My dad took a sharp turn to the left, sending us to the right and the tube tipped and apparently, my grip didn't save me, instead I was throw off, head first. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt and I searched around for Abby... but she was... still on the tube, making me feel so... pathetic. And Abby said it was like this... slow-motion thing. Because she saw me facing the water, hands flailing and then I gave and fell. And Sam even said the same thing. lol. So, even in real life I can achieve slow-motion. *fist pump* Score! Now that I've done that, I just need to achieve a somehow... life soundtrack. So like, whenever something epic happens you can have epic music or when something sad happens, sad music! I would love that. :D

I think that sums up my three wipeouts. And the results the next day: I'm not that sore and I didn't get sunburned! :D Yay. Though my arms did get a bit... tan and so did my thighs but no redness.

BUT, before I go... I will leave you with something. Actually two things:

I'm going to be blogging, Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Like I use to.

And the second thing... I had an epiphany whenever I was riding my bike from my neighbor's house. (They're paying me to feed their horse, three dogs, and cat.) And I saw a squirrel climb up and tree and so when I passed it... the squirrel was gone... And it only took me a second to see where it had climbed to... and that's when it hit me...

SQUIRRELS ARE NINJAS IN DISGUISE!!

O_O NO WAY! I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED! Ninjas... are crafty... very... very... very... crafty. -_-

~Chels