Midwest Wildlife Safari

For those of you who do not live in the Midwestern United States, you might not be aware of all the wildlife that live around these parts. Actually, scratch that thought. I don't think that there are any species unique to just to the state I live in. Since I live in the city, I myself don't even come into contact with nature that  often, except for squirrels, rabbits, and birds. However, there are some turkeys that live in this wooded patch about a block away from my house. We used to see two or three female turkeys out at a time, and on rare occasions we'd see a Tom. A few weeks ago, though, things took quite an interesting twist.

I had stayed home from school because I had a doctor's appointment, so it was around 1 pm and just my mother and I were home. I was washing my hands at the sink in my kitchen, which has a window in front of it that overlooks my backyard. As I turned the sink off, I had to do a double take. In my back yard were 7 turkeys!! They were all hanging out at the three bird feeders my dad put in our backyard. I started screaming my mom's name, and she came running out because she thought I was hurt. But when she saw the turkeys, she got just as exited as I was. Ever since then, they've come back at least two or three times a week and just peck at our bird seed. One even flew up on top of our house. The only problem is that these turkeys are pretty fearless animals, so they have no issue going into my next door neighbor's yard, even though they have two large hunting dogs. There have been no turkey fatalities yet, thank heavens, but I'm starting to worry they'll run out of luck soon.

Even though my camera is broken, my mom managed to snap a few pictures on her Ipod of the turkeys:

Here they all are, huddled around the bird feeder!

A close-up. 

This past weekend, the plot thickened further when my dad was out on his morning jog. Out in the grass terrace in front of some apartments my dad found a baby owl! It was injured, though, and couldn't fly away. He came home and called the Humane Society, and they told  us to bring the owl in so they could rescue it. My mom went and wrapped it up in a blanket and put it in a box. She showed it to me before they departed for the Humane Society, and we snapped a few pictures of the owl. (Sorry for the blurriness, but the Ipod camera couldn't focus very well)

Here he is! We named him "Lil Guy". He was so fluffy, I wanted to pet him so bad, but I knew that wouldn't be a very good idea...

He finally opened his eyes in this picture! As you can see, he was not a happy camper. 

The Humane Society has yet to follow up with us on his condition, but if we find out how he's doing, I'll be sure to let you all know! So, do you have any interesting animal stories of your own? 

Math Class Jerks

Since I have chosen not to be in an Honors math class this year, that means that I am in a class filled with juniors. Since I'm only a sophomore, it is a little bit frustrating having to deal with the lowest common denominator of the juniors. Most of them are huge, burly boys who obviously have some sort of inferiority complex. As far as I can tell, the main word in their vocabulary is "swagg". Perhaps they use it as some sort of mating call, and that is why they are constantly shouting it. We may never know.

Most days I can put up with these neanderthals, but today they took it too far. Every friday, we have "large group", which means that all the kids from my teacher's classes (so about 3 or 4 groups of classes) all sit in the auditorium at my school and we get lectured at about math. Large groups are unbearable as it is, but in the auditorium I was in there were spinning chairs so it was a thousand times worse. The scope of movement of the chairs is only about 180 degrees, so the kids like to lean back really far in the  chair and just swing from side to side. Since these chairs are so old, they squeak unbearably loudly.

Obviously, when you are sitting in a squeaky chair, you will respect your peers and not be an asshole and not make it purposely squeak, right? You would think this would be logical, but for about 5 of the dumbest juniors, they like to be jerks and ruin the class for everyone else. For weeks on end, every friday afternoon for 45 minutes, I get to listen to these boys squeak in their chairs, and then laugh as if it is the wittiest thing that has ever been done in the history of creation. They all do it, make eye contact, and giggle uncontrollably like 8 year old girls. I'm surprised no one peed themselves, because they were literally acting like children.

Today, I decided enough is enough. Since I sit right next to them, I said

"Hey, I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop doing that."

I used my "I mean business voice", and after one of the boys apologized to me, I thought it was all over with. I was wrong. Apparently my request that they act like the 17 year olds they are made them upset. They started to squeak their chairs louder than ever, and they were seriously shitting themselves over how "funny" they were being. I was shooting all of them dirty looks, and then I started to hear:

"What made carrot top mad?"

As if they have no idea what is making me angry.

They repeated this question to each other over and over for the last few minutes of the period. Since I am a redhead, they decided that the best way to punish me for expecting them to be courteous was to take a low blow. I was so upset. Not that their comments about my hair bothered me, but the fact that they had the audacity to think that their torments would actually mean something. I'm certain that right now they're all patting themselves on the back, telling themselves and others how they really laid it on me. That is what is upsetting to me. The fact that they are probably proud of themselves and their actions is what hurts more than their childish words.

Don't believe what I'm saying? Allow me to provide an example of how full of themselves these boys are. Today as we were taking notes, my teacher was showing us an alternate way to solve a problem:

Teacher: "So, that is another way you can solve a matrix! Is anyone planning on doing it differently this evening?"

The Cretin: "YEAH, I'm gonna use a calculator!"

The Cretin turns to his friends for validation that he has done a job well done.

The Cretin : "That was a good one!" Cretin repeats this multiple times, certain that he has made a fool of the teacher for saying he would use a calculator, even though it was totally random and had nothing to do with what we're learning. He remained proud of his "wittiness" for the rest of class. 

See what I mean? This imbecile was freaking PROUD of himself for making a comment to the teacher in fromt of everyone, even though it was totally baseless and just made him look like an even bigger idiot than he already was. This is just another reason why I hate this boy and his friends.

Now, I am going to write an open letter to these half wits:

You idiots. Every day when I am forced to share a math class room with you, my hatred for you grows even more. All of you are the garden keepers who carefully tend to my hatred, providing the perfect environment so it'll grow up big and strong. Robert, I am not even going to leave out your name from this post because of how much anger you put into my day. You and your friends may think you're the clever ones, but when I am an adult who is successfully working in a job I enjoy, and you are the one who is working as a janitor, we'll see how cool it was to be an idiot in high school. 

I can finally have closure.

Shameless Self-Promotion

Hey guys! I know I've alluded before to the fact that I make bracelets, but I've never gone into too much detail, so I thought I'd supply a little more information!

I have an account on the website http://www.friendship-bracelets.net, where I am known as Fond_Of_Owls. If you want to go check out my profile, you can do that here. The reason I'm posting about this at all is because I'm going to start selling custom-made bracelets! If you would like to purchase one, you can either:

A. Send me a Personal Message on friendship-bracelets.net if you have an account.
B. Shoot me an email at: infinitelypiblog@yahoo.com with an inquiry!

All prices are negotiable, and I would love to work with you! :)

Some examples of my work:

This is a keychain!

A single-color alpha pattern. 

Traditional style Autumn pattern. 

Multi-color alpha. 

Another traditional style bracelet! 

A Legacy: The Mini Backpack

As I sit here eating my strawberry applesauce, listening to the gentle patter of the rain outside my window, I can't help but feel the urge to tell the woeful tale of my mini backpack. Many of you are aware of my back problems, and how I did not even use a backpack for the entire second semester last school year. This year, I took a more practical, albeit more painful route, and used a backpack. But this is not your everyday, run of the mill book bag. This is a MINI backpack. We're talking half the size of a regular pack, with one zip pocket on the front for storing valuables. It was like a dream come true. I found it while digging through my closet over the summer, and I knew it would be perfect. It's a shame, really, that it ended up breaking last week. I guess I don't know what I was expecting, considering the fact that it cost me under ten dollars when I bought it two summers ago. If anything, I should be pleased it held out this long.

Unfortunately, last Tuesday disaster struck me and my mini backpack. I was in the cafeteria, getting ready to sit down, and as I slid off my mini backpack, I heard a weird popping noise. I set my bag down, and upon closer examination I realized that one of the straps had completely torn off! I swear, I was about ready to flip the heck out, but thankfully I didn't. Well, at least not at that exact moment. I had a bit of an emotional breakdown later that day, but that was because of a myriad of reasons.

At that point, I was faced with quite the predicament. What was I to do? Do I try and sew the mini back pack back together? Or do I change my loyalties and buy a full size back pack? To answer these questions, I will say this: I am a filthy traitor. On Saturday I went to Target, found the comfiest looking back pack I could find, and purchased it. I was sad to have to had done this at all, but I knew that I would never again find a plain mini backpack. All the mini's they sell now adays are simply children's book bags, and I'm not too keen on having Elmo or Justin Bieber on my backpack.

I was actually considering not making this a Legacy post, but I figured it can't be anything else. No matter how often I complained about my mini back pack, no matter how many times people dishonored it by putting it on the floor and stealing my chair in the cafeteria, deep down I appreciated my mini back pack. May she rest in peace (pieces?)

Unrelated Site Note: I noticed that I've gained a few new blog followers recently. Thanks for joining aboard, I hope you have fun here! :D 

I hope this works

test title - Imgur

i made a rainbow

I should probably explain, but I won't.

Hahaha later player haters.

I want you to stop everything that you're doing right now, grab a piece of paper and a gel or ball point pen.

Write the word "allele" in cursive in really big, loopy letters.

Fun, isn't it?

That's all :) 

THIS JUST IN

Recap of today.

Life was especially crazy today. I had a Spanish quiz (aced it), a math test (probably bombed it but it's anyone's guess at this point), and the last three periods of the day I had open.

First on the agenda is my Spanish quiz. Right now we're reading this story called Una Carta a Dios (A Letter to God). It's about a poor farming family whose harvest gets destroyed by hail, and the father (named Lencho), feels that his only hope is god, and decides to write the big man upstairs a lil' letter. Overall the story's been pretty good, but the phrase "la única esperanza: la ayuda de Dios" has been waaaayyy overused. We just read part three of the story, so the quiz was over the vocab and major events that happened. Very easy peasy lemon squeezy sort of stuff. Then came the difficulties. Along with learning the new vocab this chapter, we also learned about Appositions. In short, an apposition is a phrase that starts out with a noun, then a comma, then some words describing the noun, another comma, and finally some other info relating to the original noun. If we wanted two extra credit points on our quiz, we had to write two appositional phrases. I wrote: Mary, quien es ni mi madre ni mi amiga, es muy aburrida. I was quite pleased with myself, and was gearing up to write another, when I found out that the appositions had to be about characters from the story. Since Mary is someone I made up, I had to cross out my whole sentence, and the fact that I wrote in bright pink pen didn't help.

Second on the agenda is my math test. Since I'm sure most of you reading this know of my math-related woes, it shouldn't come as a surprise that this math test was difficult for me. Last year I was in an honors level math class, and since that was a complete train wreck, I chose to stick with the "regular" level math this year. My advanced algebra class has so far been much easier than geometry, but this unit we just finished up was a little bit difficult. If someone even asked me to describe what the unit was about, I don't think I'd be able to adequately explain it. It's something to do with graphing linear inequalities. Anyhow, the test was mildly disastrous, and I didn't finish in the required time. Luckily for me, my math teacher this year seems to actually have a soul (much unlike my one from last year), and she let me come in the following period and finish up the test. Thank god I was open the period following math class, otherwise I would have had to turn in an unfinished test, which is something that I have far too much experience with. I guess we'll have to see how this one plays out.

The third and final thing on my agenda is how I was open the last three periods of the day. Sure, in theory having 120 minutes of free time on a friday afternoon should be paradise. And most weeks, it is. But after I finished taking my test, I went down to the library and sat with some acquaintances. All was well, so I started doing some homework, and I plugged my headphones in to listen to music. See, I have this rather unsavory habit where I chew on my head phone cords. And up until today, I never thought twice about it. Unfortunately, for some reason today, I decided that chewing on head phone cords is fatal and that if I keep doing it I'm surely going to die. This spurred anxiety that lasted well throughout my afternoon and into the evening. It's funny how one little thing sets me off, then everything else just keeps piling on top of things.

But enough about me, how was your day? 

Does anyone else ever see the title of an article and just wonder?

...

The title was so good I didn't even read the article for fear of being disappointed. 

When I say hillshire you say farms.

Today has been really terrible, and it's only 8:30 in the am. I forgot my wallet at home, so I can't buy myself any food. The only good thing that's happened thus far is that I got my mom to write me a note to get me out of swimming class. That's why I'm writing this post right now, instead of taking a dip in the freezing water of my school's pool.

Also on my list of icky things that have happened thus far today, the last 30 seconds of homeroom were extremely distressing. How can 30 seconds be distressing, you ask? Well, right after the bell rang I stood up and I noticed my fly was down. Rather than waiting until I was in the crowded hallway to fix my zipper and have no one notice, I decided to do it right that moment, and I'm fairly sure that my homeroom teacher and two other students saw. I guess on the list of embarrassing things that could have happened, this wasn't so bad. Even so, I'm still reeling from that crippling sort of embarrassment that attacks during situations like this.

How about you? How has your morning been so far?

P.S.- Matt IDK when you're going to read this, but I didn't get a chance to say that I think your haircut looks great! :D 

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