Polar Plunge

I joined the rowing team last week. I remember it clearly. It was a Wednesday evening and my mother waltzed into my room and exclaimed: "You're going to rowing in thirty minutes. Be ready," I jumped off the floor and tossed on some work out clothes.

I arrived and I rowed. I rowed some more on Friday. On Saturday and Sunday I got up at five AM and drove to a place for a rowing race. It was very fun.

Then came Monday. Monday started out like your average rowing day, but today, many people showed up. A lot of them were new. Including one boy who I shall call Guy. Our coach, Nick instructed four girls to get in the four man boat, the one that I had rowed in so far. Our coxswain (pronounced cok-sin) was in there as well. So they got in. Then the male and female who usually rowed the singles got those in the water and rowed away. 

Now only Guy and I were left. Nick told us we were rowing the double today. This was completely new to me, especially since on the four man, you only use one oar. On the double however, each person has two separate oars per person. This was nerve wracking in of itself. To make matters worse, neither Guy nor I had ever rowed a double, so we had no clue what the Hell we were doing. 

We did okay for the first time in the double. For a while, anyway, As we were heading back to the dock to talk to Nick, well that was where it all turned to Hell. See, the female in the single was doing a start at the dock, so we had no way of getting to the dock, so we had to wait. As we were waiting, we drifted towards a buoy.

Now we were in a $30,000 Olympic row boat. We had no intention of hitting a buoy and getting murdered by the coach. So we rowed backwards like crazy. Unfortunately, we got unbalanced. Most people would be able to save the boat from tipping. Not two newbies who had no clue what we were doing. We tipped. Our boat flipped over completely. We were in the freezing lake for at least 15 minutes. I could barely walk. It hurt like a bitch. 

Here is a video of us tipping. We're in the back corner.

In case you missed that:

 You can clearly see us here (kind of)

And we're gone.

Most normal people would quit rowing after that, but not Guy and I. We both have continued to show up and row, though only in the four man from now on.

Alot of Forest

Google is wrong. Yes. The almighty Google is finally wrong about something. What? How is this possible!

Well my friends and such, I have witnessed it with my own eyes. Google has finally been wrong about something. Let me tell you the story of how I came across this issue:

I was just sitting in English class after I had finished our new Sage Testing thingy. I happened to be working on our last ever vital vocabulary. I'm planning on writing a short story for it, because you know, short stories and stuff. So I was looking up places with heavy forests. The words I typed in though, were "places with a lot of forest" and that my dears, is where the problem lies. We all know how google automatically corrects you with

We all know the "Did you mean" things. Google corrected me when I was looking for forests. What's wrong with what I typed though? According to Google:

A lot is one word. Now the author of Hyperbole and a Half did a post on this. So I decided to take her creature and make one of the new Google mistake:

Credit to Hyperbole and a Half

Alot of forest! So yes. The world is becoming more and more stupid. This has been proven by Google's incapability to spell even one of the simplest things. I hope that together, we can at least try to make the world smart again so we don't end up like Idiocracy. Thank you for listening (reading) to my rant. Have a beautiful day filled with correct spelling and smartness.

Writer's Block

So I have this horrible disease. It's pretty common, and hard to get over. Eventually though, you can beat it. Not very easily though. This disease? It's called Writer's Block. You know what I'm talking about now don't you? Ya. Well I have Writer's Block and it's killing me. My brain is on pause pretty much.

What do I write about?

I had an idea, but I lost it. Then my english teacher told me to write about those big, hipster glasses. I tried. I got three sentences before I gave up. I even have writer's block writing this. I have no idea what to blog about. I mean, I have an awesome idea to start a story, but no the proper development yet. I would totally write it right here, right now, except for the fact that it's not properly developed. Goddammit. I need an idea! 

... Have you ever had writer's block? Cuz let me tell you, this is not fun. I feel like a literal wall has been built between my brain and my imagination. It is literally giving me a headache. Writer's Block is literally just you sitting there in front of what ever you're writing on with a blank stupid look on your face. You probably look really stupid to everyone else. 

There are many cures for writer's block, not many of them helpful, unfortunately. It's kind of terrible. They give you many ideas for different stories and yet, you can't seem to write those down either. It's like the words are stuck on the tip of your pen and won't come out no matter what you do. This, my dear readers, is why Writer's Block is a terrible disease.