I think that being me should be considered an extreme sport.

Seriously: a lot of insanely extreme things have been happening to me lately!

I think I'll start off with what happened on Friday. You see, Friday we had our annual school fundraiser, doing a community service project under the sponsorship of a bunch of random people and companies... and well, you get the picture. Our project involved a lot of trail-blazing, a lot of hiking, and a lot of mulching, and since there was a lot of sun, there was a lot of sweat as well. We all worked very hard, however, and finished most of our work by lunch, so that by the time we got back to work, we only had to work for about 20 minutes until we were finished our assigned projects. This meant that about 50 kids were standing around with nothing much to do. I, for one, was really hot and sweaty, so I entertained myself by splashing my bottled water on myself and innocent bystanders.

It was not long before my eye was caught by a seemingly perfect target: my English teacher.

Now, although many of you may picture a frail, crotchety old lady when I say "English teacher," I must clarify that this is not so at all in this case. My lit teacher is 22 (now that I think of it, my horse is actually older than her! O.o), and certainly not frail, as I was soon to learn.

Anyhow, I filled my bottle cap to the brim with ice cold spring water to pour down her neck in something I like to call a "love splash." My timing was perfect; she didn't have the slightest clue what terror was about to strike when BAM!

I don't think I've ever heard such a satisfying yelp in my life. It was so funny and so perfect; I could've died right there and then and been completely satisfied. However, my glee lasted only so long as she did not spin to counter my move.

What a fine millisecond it was.

Before I knew what was happening, she had turned around and was heading straight for me. I backpedaled for a mere second before she had me in her grasp, groping for the water bottle that I held barely out of reach. Then, and I'm not sure how, I found my feet no longer touching the ground.

By this time, I was terrified for my life (or at least my dignity). The only option was to squeal in a high-pitched voice: "NonononononoNO I'LL POUR IT ON MYSELF!" as I tried in vain to wriggle free of her clutches. I proceeded to dump half of my water on my own head as she, satisfied, returned me to the sweet earth.

However, she should have not been so hasty in accepting my surrender, for behold, my water bottle was not empty! As she turned away, I took my chance and flung the remainder of the water at her, and then turned and ran for my life.

(This was all in good fun, though; I failed to mention that we were both laughing hysterically the entire time.)

The rest of my weekend was nearly as interesting.

On Saturday, I went out to a random field to catch butterflies. To my surprise, I actually caught 7 little boogers before I became so drenched in sweat that it put my dad to shame.

Sunday, I went bike-riding in the rain for 2 hours. My bike is so small (I got it when I was 9, see) that I had to stand up or else my knees would have hit my elbows. Needless to say, I was very tired and very wet when I finally came inside. xD

And then today, I chased these huge obnoxious geese across our lawn. After I made sure they were en route to Cambodia, I spotted a bunny and decided to chase him, too. Then I noticed that a Jehovah's Witness was making rounds in our neighborhood and dove into a bush as he approached my house.

This is why I love living in the real world!

(Yes, I promise I will get to commenting on all my amassed deviations, journals, and other random cyberjunk... eventually. But for now, I am going to go chase some butterflies.)
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