This Is One Battle I Think I'm Losing

Not a lot of people know this, but I've been in a lot of pain this last month or so. I try to keep it under wraps, go to school, do my homework, and not worry my parents, but the truth of the matter is that my body is falling apart. Only a few months ago I seemed to have it under wraps, but lately, with the extensive playing we've been going through in band and the effects of mental exhaustion, my spine and my Raynaud's seem to be rebelling against me. If I try to write, my hands tense up, swell, and send throbbing pains into every joint. If I sit, my back screams in protest and refuses to find a comfortable position. Even just perching myself at a lunch table is sometimes a chore, and sneaking pain killers at school is an act I hate performing. Besides, my body has grown more and more resistant due to continual use. Sometimes, I'm not even sure why I'm even taking them anymore-Maybe I just like to pretend they make me better. So this is what worries me-if this is how I am at sixteen-years-old, how will I be when I'm twenty? Or forty? I used to love shopping, or taking long walks with friends. Now, I tend to refuse such invitations on the grounds that I'm busy, when the fact of the matter is I just can't manage to walk non-stop for such long periods of time, and even if I could, I'd be severely regretting it later. Is this how I'm going to have to live for the rest of my life? Constant pain? It's gotten so bad that most of the time I can't even drive comfortably anymore. I hate what these conditions are doing to my body. I feel like I'm sixty, not sixteen, and although I try to live my life, it's starting to get harder and harder. So I guess my biggest question is-What if I forget what it feels like to live pain-free? It's looking more and more likely that that's going to be a reality. So I'm scared...what can I say.

Song I Woke Up to This Morning

So every morning, without fail, I wake up to a tune playing in my head. I figured it might be a relief if I shared it. Today's soundtrack was "Sing for Absolution", by Muse.

Best Hair Awards: 2010

So I was chatting with a friend last night and it gave me the idea to voice my opinions (both the good and the bad), on the celebrity hair world. I give you, the best hair awards of 2010. Pic's will be on a seperate upload.

Best "Wannabe/We're Just Plain Sick of You" Hair
-Russell Brandt
-The Jonas Brothers
-The Jersey Shore Boys
-Spencer Pratt
-John Goselin
-Levi Johnston

Best "Screams Career Failure" Hair
-Nicholas Cage
-Tom Hanks

-Brad Pitt
-Jesse McCartney
-Clay Aiken

Best Pretty Boy Hair
-Zack Efron
-Nick Jonas
-Justin Bieber

Best(Really Fab!)Gay Hair
-Christian Siriano
-Michael Urie as Mark in Ugly Betty
-Chris Colfer as Kurt in Glee
-Niel Patrick Harris
-Mister Jay of America's Next Top Model

Best "Portrayed an Action Hero" Hair
-Jason Statham
-Sam Worthington
-Matt Damon
-Channing Tatum
-Christian Bale

Best Foreign Hair on American Soil
-Simon Baker
-Alexander Skarsgaard
-Stephen Moyer
-Ed Westwick

Best Brit Hair
-Matt Bellamy
-David Tennant
-Dom Howard
-Bradley James
-Ian Poulter

Best "Geek" Hair
-Chuck on Chuck
-Leonard from The Big Bang Theory
-Henry from Ugly Betty
-Will Schuster from Glee
-Spencer Reid of Criminal Minds

Best "Tool" Hair
-Puck of Glee
-Ronnie of Jersey Shore
-Gaston from Beauty and the Beast
-Brody Jenner

Best Gray Hair
-John Stewart
-George Clooney
-Anderson Cooper
-Clint Eastwood
-Richard Gere

Best "Revived Their Career" Hair
-Robert Downey Jr.
-Colin Farrell
-Justin Timberlake
-Mickey Rourke

Best Player Hair
-Chuck Bass of Gossip Girl
-John Mayer
-Tiger Woods
-Jude Law
-Jesse James

Best Long Hair
-Sawyer from Lost
-Sam of Supernatural
-Alcide from True Blood
-Jason Castro

Best "Defies Gravity" Hair
-Conan O'brien
-David Tennant
-Robert Pattinson
-John Travolta in Grease
-Jay Leno

Best "Bald is Beautiful" Hair
-Nigel Barker
-Jason Statham
-Vin Diesel
-Patrick Stewart
-Michael C. Hall

Best "Portrayed a Murderer" Hair
-Heath Ledger as the Joker
-Anthony Hopkins in Hannibal and Silence of the Lambs
-Damon from Vampire Diaries
-Michael C. Hall as Dexter
-Christian Bale in American Psycho

Best Desperate Rapper Hair
-Kanye West
-T-Pain
-Lil' Wayne

Best "Public Masturbator/Stalker" Hair
-Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day
-Jon Lajoie of the "Show Me Your Genitals" videos
-Jeff from Chuck
-Stanely Tucci in "The Lovely Bones".

AND....

Best Sex/"I Just Wanna Run My Fingers Through It" Hair
-Matthew Bellamy
-Billie Joe Armstrong
-Damon of Vampire Diaries
-Chase Crawford
-Dominic Howard

Montemartre: An Adventure of Rather "Slimy" Proportions

So I find it rather "grande" that I can sit here in the middle of school and write on my blog. We're in Nutrition Ed. and are required to pick out a "Cultural Food", which we will make and then present, along with a PowerPoint and poster, to the class. In the absence of my partner, I have decided to pick Quiche, a rather delicious French breakfast dish which I first tried here in the U.S., but then managed to fall in love with in France.
France, of all the places I went on last years Europe tour, was most definitely the best place for European cuisine, followed in a close second by Germany. I remember my second day in Paris, Justin Mendoza, Julie Campbell, Julie Williams, Lucas and I all headed up to explore Montemartre, the tallest hill in Paris, upon which the "White Church", or Sacre Coeur, is situated.
It truly lived up to its reputation as one of the most beautiful places in the city. Climbing the hill to the top of the numerous stairs, and avoiding being ensnared by bracelet weaving Gypsies intent on cheating us out of our Euros, we looked out over the horizon, before turning and heading into t,the church itself, upon whose doorstep a legless female beggar sat. Although I don't remember much of the inside of Sacre Coeur, for it was later overshadowed for me by the glory of Notre Dame, I will, however, always remember the culture of Montemartre. It was there that I received a small, if not exquisite, oil painting of the Eiffel Tower, as well as ate in a dark, musty, and rather shady cafe which never the less served some of the most fabulous food on the hill. Justin had been intent on sampling a French cuisine must-snails-and, having convinced Lucas to join him, they had searched up and down the streets of Montemartre before a rather bemused if not friendly Frenchmen had directed us to the cafe I have spoken of. Sitting down at a front table rather nervously, (we didn't speak much French and the server was both tall and imposing, with a caveman demeanor to boot), we opened our menues and prepared to order. I had decided on my current cultural food project choice-ham and cheese quiche and their version of an orange Fayo. Justin and Lucas, on the other hand, eagerly picked out the oddest things they could find, Les Escargots (snails), and a raw salmon salad.
Everything was delicious. The snails, I was informed, were chalked full of garlic and butter and cooked to a T, and after a little convincing, I discovered that the salmon, though raw, had all the makings of a slightly muskier, well-preserved tuna. French cuisine, which if often described as a more refined genre of food than that of German and other robust cuisines, lived up to its reputation that day, as did Montmartre. Although for me Paris itself ended up being a downer, that day will still go down in my memory as one of the best of my life. Never before have I enjoyed such an adventure among friends, and what I wouldn't give to experience it again.

Golf. Until recently, I had been under the impression that this was just a sport in which senile old men with intestinal problems got their jollies and Tiger Woods collected STD's like jelly beans...
Oh, how sorely wrong I was...Apparently, not only do my closest friends and family members view this so-called "sport", but even the Brits find cause to attend it! Wearing pants! Not only do I find this fact depressing, but I also feel that this travesty is an insult to the American people. If anyone should be wearing pants, it should be us. We are, after all, the same society which condoned such non-pants wearing behaviour in the smash-hit, "Pants on the Ground".
As for the other fact, that real, sensible people actually view golf, that still apalls me. If I really wanted to go see people hit balls around with metal sticks, I'd just travel the nearest bondage-themed strip club, payed for, courtesy of the Republican National Commitee.
So what is, exactly, the appeal? It's not like baseball, where you might be lucky enough to glimpse Sammy Sosa shooting up in a corner or Kate Hudson and Alex Rodriguez lip-locking in the dug-out. It's not football, where the likes of Jessica Simson and Janet Jackson have graced us with both their breasts and their bad-singing seem to be the highly amusing theme. It's not hockey, where handsome players marry attractive, slightly vapid country stars. And it's not basketball, a sport in which, l0-and-behold, their most beloved player is a man with an incurable STD.
The fact of the matter is, The Masters this year is recieving its highest ratings to date, and even though Tigergate may have something to do with it, I find myself realizing that almost everyone around me watches golf, and it's not because one man decided to "let it all hang out". So here's the conclusion I've come too-it's those bloody Brits. They're just so damn entertaining. And that, is golfs true appeal.

Ahh, the smell of coffee....it makes me twitch in ways I never thought I could. So I'm sitting here, thinking, hmmm....what if a REAL transvestite contacts me??? What if they HATE me??? And if they do, will they attempt to decapitate me with a spork? These are all important questions which I'm sure will be answered in time. On a lighter note, I have started a new fic! Involving what you ask??? Why, me and Sarah's alter-ego's of course! We're both in college, have a successful music-themed blog, (go figure), and have been asked-just because we're awesome like that-to attend London's 2012 Pre-Olympic Music Festival. One can only guess what sexy sorts of people we meet along the way. ;) And what perverts. Alas, I have foregone my Tranny identity for this tale. There are certain people in it whom I wish to canoodle with, and I doubt they would appreciate me having an inverted penis. Just saying. Anywho, my word of the day was going to be something awesome which I dreamed up while getting barely any sleep last night, but being my lame self, it seems to have slipped my mind. Instead, I took the time to type into the Google search bar: "Wierd Words". Ironically, it came up with one I am quite familiar with and love-floccinaucinihilipilification. If you wish to know what it means, go look it up yourselves, you lazy hookers. My brain power's just been exhausted by typing it. If you'll excuse me now, I have to go internet stalk my favorite band.
Later!- Tran