Nothing Can Compare to the Lack of Posting...

Oh hey guys, so, I haven't checked in with you for quite some time... I'm really sorry about that. My life has been really really busy lately, so the computer has felt like miles away from me. But I shall put my whole life from last time I posted until now in a pretty way, if you want to read it...

June 22nd, 2012:
I celebrated my last day of school (though I hadn't been in school since the 20th), and my birthday a day early. I had a BBQ at the park with a bunch of my friends, and we had a pretty good time, nix the rain, thunder and lightning. Hey, at least we got front row seats, if you know what I mean. We all hid under the pavillion like idiots, and blew bubbles while we waited for it to stop thundering. We were right there, near the water. It was both frightning and exillerating!

June 23rd, 2012:
My birthday! Except I didn't really spend it on myself. That morning, I went to my neighbor's bar mitzvah, which was okay, because I only went to the morning services. It was kinda cute, because my neighbor loves baseball. I mean, he really loves baseball, so the whole thing revolved around that. Then I slept a bit afterwards and went to my first Sweet 16. It was awesome, I'm not gonna lie. There was a Japanese theme, so there were candles and pink shells and origami people on the tables... It was seriously awesome! Plus it was at a fancy shmancy place, so that was a plus.

June 24th, 2012:
This day was fun, as well as (mostly) the whole week. I started volleyball camp at the high school, and I worked on my serve and hits. I was mainly helping the little kids, so they all looked up to me like I was God, along with a few of my friends from the volleyball team. Apparently I'm Queen of the Floor Nation, because I dove for the ball a lot and somehow ending up on the floor after almost every single play.

June 25th, 2012:
Had to help my dad and grandpa pack. My grandpa's kid sister passed away earlier this month, and my grandpa passed a few years ago, so he's going to move in with my dad. My really snotty aunt came over the next day and took all of my grandma's old jewelry. She brought my cousins, so my grandpa couldn't complain. I seriously want to kick my aunt in the vagina... She left nothing for me. She hadn't talked to my grandpa in almost 2 freaking years, and then just comes over and takes all of grandma's things, and leaves. What a bitch, I tell you!

June 26th, 2012:
Had to go to the doctor's office to get a physical; height, weight, blood pressure, all that jazz. Then I had to get two shots, for reasons I'm not really sure of. If I didn't tell you yet, I have the biggest fear of needles, ever, it's ridiculous! One of them was a two-part thing, so I have to go back in December to get the second half. I was a crying mess. I was shaking and bawling like a baby. My right arm got the shot that went into my muscle, so it was sore for a few days. The left arn got the other one, so it wasn't so bad. But still, I hate myself for being such a baby.

June 27th and 28th, 2012:
Flipping heat waves, enough said. Volleyball was hell because the gym felt like a million and two degrees F.

June 29th, 2012:
Because I was too much of a bloody, bawling mess on Wednesday, I had to go back to get bloodwork done on Friday. I was hyperventilating and shivering, and felt like I had a hangover afterwards (I've never been drunk or hungover, so I'm just using the word from what I've been told) because I was really dizzy. Then I went home and played with Delilah, so it was better

June 30th, 2012:
Got my late grandma's sewing machine back. It's from the 1950's (I think the guy at the Singer Store said 1955 was when they were manufactured), and hadn't been used in a good ten years or so, and it really needed some TLC. Me and my dad tried oiling it with 3-in-1 oil that you would use in cars... Bad idea. But the people over at the Singer Store fixed it up and now it runs perfect! After we took the sewing machine back, my dad and I went over to the diner and had lunch. Being in a fat-feeling mood, I got a salad with grilled chicken and honey mustard. It was pretty good and filling.

July 1st, 2012:
Felt like shit, so I literally slept all day. My mom woke me up for meals, but other than that, I slept like a baby.

July 2nd, 2012:
More shit-feeling, but less. My mom forced me to go to Kohls to get bras and shorts for camp, because I'm lacking proper shorts (they have to touch your thumbs or lower when your arms are at your sides...) and bras that actually fit me... Then I went home and slept more. I swear I'm becoming more and more like an owl... Or just a fat bear who hibernates during the summer.

So that is my life up until now. Hope you didn't fall asleep. My life isn't all fun and games, it's actually quite boring :\

Hope you stay cool in the heat! xx

-Unknown Athena

To be or not to be, THAT is the question

This week I've been debating whether or not I consider myself to be pro-ana. I finally realized what the term "pro-ana" means a month or so ago; it means to be for anorexia. My former self was all for it, and I almost killed myself with the damn disease! But now that I'm recovering, I'm not so sure what I think of it. Anorexia is no joke. Anorexia can't just be erased. I still sometimes think of fasting or dieting or over-exersizing or giving away my food (which I still do... sometimes). I know it's not good and I shouldn't be doing it, but I can't help it. The ED (eating-disorder) still manifests within myself. I still pick the "safe" foods over the fatty, other choices, but I at least know that I'm doing something wrong. Look up the song "Breaking the Habit" by Linkin' Park. That song pretty much sums up how I felt pre-hospital, pre-relapse, and every now and again. Uuuuuulh my mind is spinning and I really don't like it!

-Uknown Athena

P.S. I have so much homework! I have Japanese, science, math, and a TON of English homework! Wish me luck while I bust my goddess-booty finishing it all while watching my guilty pleasure, Cupcake Wars :-)

Just Two More Weeks, No, LESS!

   Whoa... The volleyball season has gone by so fast. It seems like just yesterday I came into pre-season in my splatter-painted spandex and big orange camp shirt, expecting to be the top of the game. Oh that was hilarious!! We just had our 4th-to-last game. It was for breast cancer awareness. We played another school and the whole place was covered in a ton of pink stuff; pink balloons, pink streamers, pink cupcakes... Let's just say I'd rather not see any more pink for awhile. Both us (JV) and varsity won our games, which was awesome, and some people won stuff from the raffle. Some guy won a tanning gift card... LAWLZ.... I had two cookies, and this HUGE marshmallow that was covered in chocolate and dipped in orange and brown sprinkles... On a STICK. It was love, people. LOVE.

Have an awesome weekend!!

-Unknown Athena

Last Night...

The lightning and thunder was freaking crazy! I bet ya'll (I'm not from the South nor of any sort of Southern heritage) thought I was gonna say something like "I tried drugs" or "I lost my virginity", or even something like, "I had my first kiss! (Hah, like that's gonna happen in the near future). Nope, I'm a loser and like to talk about the weather. But seriously, that weather last night was really freaky. I was at a friends house for a mini get together/birthday sleepover and while eating cake and playing Super Smash-Bros Brawl (greatest game. EVER) on the Wii, the thunder was so loud I couldn't tell whether the noise was from the thunder itself or something in our stage we were playing on. It was freaky, and even more freaky because we we pretty much high off of sugar. That's what happens when there's a bag of mini chocolate chips in your friends house (which I'm quite proud of eating. It's a great accomplishment in terms of my recovery)...

I dunno where any of ya'll live (except Miss Managed at her Mischief Managed-ness-ness-ness), but I hope you guys slept! Guess who didn't? *raises hand*

In other news, I was cleared for camp! The only restriction in activity is that I can't do more than two sports a day. Yeah, like that's gonna happen.

-Unknown Athena

El gasp... I haven't written in a while...

... So, fellow web-surfers...

Hey. What's up?...

Happy Fourth of July!

I know, I haven't written in like, 2 weeks, but hey, I'm back, for now. I'm going to camp on July... Something-th. Maybe the 24th, but seriously, I have no freaking idea. I still haven't been "cleared" for camp, but hopefully tomorrow I am when I go back to the doctors. The stupid doctor-lady was all like, "I want to see your weight go up before I let you go to camp", and in my head I was like, "Well sucks for you I'm going to camp no matter what the hell you throw at me". Legit. If she threw a dead fish at me I'd still go... Or I'd attack her... And probably get injected with Ativan by the cops...

Today shouldn't be a day for getting drunk, having barbeques and scaring Delilah (my dog) with firecrackers and fireworks. It really was the day we declared our independence from Great Britain, or so everyone says so. It was actually declared on the 2nd, and supposedly it was actually signed on August 2nd, 1776. See how our history is messed up? We lie! Alright, maybe there were actual reasons why we don't have Independence Day on the 2nd of July, but for right now I'm disregarding that.

On a brighter note, I walked Delilah with my mom on the path on the River. The sun was nice, there were lots of dogs, and people, oh, and a dead fish, random but true. And, even better, I was stalking a wind-surfer. Just kidding I was just taking pictures 'cause I was really tired and bored after awhile.

Happy 4th *cough cough 2nd* of July! Don't get too drunk!
-Unknown Athena

Being Wasted, Fun Nights and April Fools

First, I will tell you; I WAS NEVER WASTED IN MY LIFE, 'KAY? Just had to establish that. Yeah, I see you (not legit, but you know what I mean), thinking this 13 year old got wasted. No. Sorry. You're very very wrong. It's actually a song, by Cartel, the coolest band ever. Look it up on Youtube; Wasted by Cartel. It's beautiful. Listen first for the beat (it's so grooving! Ack, I sound so... Old. Gyah!), second time for the lyrics. It changes the way you think, alright? Right.

Second, never judge an event by how crappy it sounds. "Game Night for 7th & 8th graders. DJ, laser tag, open gym and more!" sounds really, really stupid. Hopefully you think so too, because that was my first thought. Then, I thought, aw screw it. So I went with a few of my friends (and miss Olivia went with me too, that cool blogger buddy from school I blogged about earlier.), and it was so much freaking fun. You are never too late to play laser tag in an enclosed space. Wearing the vest was optional (at least for me. Don't you love cheating? Well it's not really cheating, it's... Improvising. Yeah, let's go with that...).

Third. April Fools Day; so much fun until you get to 8th grade and none of the teachers do any April Fools Day pranks. My math teacher gave us a test, and it actually COUNTED. Seriously, it was evil I tell you; EVIL.

Yeah, I pretty much summed up my day, nix 2 hours of play rehearsal, in this post. Hope you guys had fun laughing your heads off when people fell for your pranks.

-Unknown Athena