The freedom to blog whenever I want. I like that.
That, unfortunately, can also be the downside to the end of BEDA.
Why you might ask?
You have more time to compose your thoughts so you do not ramble.
Now, don’t get me wrong, for some people (namely me) our ramblings just come out boring and narrative in an uncreative way.
But for some people who ask the bigger questions and are trying to get more out of what they are blogging about, it’s a good thing to have them ramble.
If someone really makes you think it is good to hear both their complete thoughts so you can take out of them what you want, but also to hear their incomplete thoughts.
This comes from two different areas.
One, you can help them finish the thought or work through something they weren’t having much luck with before.
And two, if they only write down about half of their own theory on something you have never thought about it leaves room for you to interpret it yourself and add what you want onto the end of it.
It becomes more of an interactive thought than one that was just handed to you.
It becomes your thought, your theory. You don’t have to say, “Well I read this thing and it said”. No. You finished the thought yourself. Maybe what your read gave you the foundation for thinking, but you completed the thought yourself.
It’s yours.
You own it and you can change it whenever you would like.
Apart from that, random ramblings give you a better look at the person you’re talking to.
It’s like reading a rough draft instead of a final paper.
It makes them slightly less perfect and a little more tangible.
They’re a real person trying to work out ideas just like you are.
They don’t have all of the answers. No one does, but what they have come to conclusions on have been well thought through and revised a few times.
So thank you people with real thoughts and theories.
And I just want to say I don’t mind when you ramble, it’s good for my thought process.
(ha, i'm adding this at exactly 11:59 in my time zone, i'm good. even thought it really doesn't matter any more. I like to live on the very edge.)
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Last Day Blues (or fatigue, whatever) (Day 30)
THE LAST DAY OF BEDA!?!?!?!
And I’m sick.
This freaking sucks.
And it’s not like I’m swine flu sick or anything
I just haven’t slept in a good 2 weeks and my body is starting to feel the stress of it
So I can’t really afford to write anything sentimental or funny or…anything.
And I feel really awful about it
But I must think of my health
I need some sleep or I’m going to go insane, and the last time I went insane I ended up having to change my name and move towns, and I’m just not in the mood for that this year.
I like my friends.
Or there was the time where I was convinced they were all werewolves.
It’s not my fault; the Ginger Snaps does things to me.
On a side note, if it comes down to you or me, I’m going to be the last one standing
I feel that it is only fair to tell everyone this.
I have already informed my sister, the one with the most to worry about.
So if you happen to turn into a werewolf and think, “hmm, who won’t fight back…WAIT! That chick from Minnesota, she’s like easy prey!”
You would be wrong, I actually (and in all reality) have a knife with a 10 inch blade that is sharpened and waiting for the revolution.
You may think you’re catching me off guard, but, and again, for future knowledge and in all fairness, I will be ready for you.
And I will not show mercy
I’m stronger than Brigitte.
I have more of a will to fight.
And I’m not stupid enough to mix blood with the lycanthrope in hopes that there is a cure. Wow. That was really…wow.
Moving off of the Ginger fixation…
I have had so much fun with blogging.
It’s a really great way to keep me happy and get ideas off my mind.
I think I will have to continue.
Less frequently of course.
I also think I will be taking an internet break for a little while.
After I get my vid to Teryn of course :)
Well, I just want to thank you all for this experience and leave you with something to laugh about:
• "Why get high when there are other ways to achieve a smug sense of superiority?
SARCASM--my anti-drug"
• "You're just jealous because the voices are talking to me!"
• "You're a great friend but if the zombies chase after us, I'm so tripping you."
• "Whoever said anything was possible obviously never tried slamming a revolving door."
• "I was going to take over the world, but I got distracted by something SPARKLY" (Hitler and that shiny new gun. What can you do)
• "If it weren't for physics and law enforcement, I'd be unstoppable"
• "Sorry I missed church. I was busy practicing witchcraft & becoming a lesbian" (It's funny how they put those two together)
• "Therapy is expensive. Poppin' bubble wrap is cheap!
....You choose."
And I’m sick.
This freaking sucks.
And it’s not like I’m swine flu sick or anything
I just haven’t slept in a good 2 weeks and my body is starting to feel the stress of it
So I can’t really afford to write anything sentimental or funny or…anything.
And I feel really awful about it
But I must think of my health
I need some sleep or I’m going to go insane, and the last time I went insane I ended up having to change my name and move towns, and I’m just not in the mood for that this year.
I like my friends.
Or there was the time where I was convinced they were all werewolves.
It’s not my fault; the Ginger Snaps does things to me.
On a side note, if it comes down to you or me, I’m going to be the last one standing
I feel that it is only fair to tell everyone this.
I have already informed my sister, the one with the most to worry about.
So if you happen to turn into a werewolf and think, “hmm, who won’t fight back…WAIT! That chick from Minnesota, she’s like easy prey!”
You would be wrong, I actually (and in all reality) have a knife with a 10 inch blade that is sharpened and waiting for the revolution.
You may think you’re catching me off guard, but, and again, for future knowledge and in all fairness, I will be ready for you.
And I will not show mercy
I’m stronger than Brigitte.
I have more of a will to fight.
And I’m not stupid enough to mix blood with the lycanthrope in hopes that there is a cure. Wow. That was really…wow.
Moving off of the Ginger fixation…
I have had so much fun with blogging.
It’s a really great way to keep me happy and get ideas off my mind.
I think I will have to continue.
Less frequently of course.
I also think I will be taking an internet break for a little while.
After I get my vid to Teryn of course :)
Well, I just want to thank you all for this experience and leave you with something to laugh about:
• "Why get high when there are other ways to achieve a smug sense of superiority?
SARCASM--my anti-drug"
• "You're just jealous because the voices are talking to me!"
• "You're a great friend but if the zombies chase after us, I'm so tripping you."
• "Whoever said anything was possible obviously never tried slamming a revolving door."
• "I was going to take over the world, but I got distracted by something SPARKLY" (Hitler and that shiny new gun. What can you do)
• "If it weren't for physics and law enforcement, I'd be unstoppable"
• "Sorry I missed church. I was busy practicing witchcraft & becoming a lesbian" (It's funny how they put those two together)
• "Therapy is expensive. Poppin' bubble wrap is cheap!
....You choose."
My love for BEDA and some Ramdon Words (Day 29)
The end of BEDA is in sight
I have mixed feelings on this subject.
For one you have the “YAY! I COMPLETED BEDA!”
But then you have the, “wait, I completED BEDA.”
I’m really going to miss it.
I’ve really come to enjoy sitting at my computer writing something every day.
It’s just who I am now.
It was a pain in the ass when I first started out. I had days where I didn’t want to write anything but I just got up and did it, which is more than I can say for countless homework assignments that were completed on the bus on my way to school.
Most people don’t get it but for us, this is a major accomplishment.
And even if you didn’t finish at least you tried. You put yourself out there and tried something new that is actually quite difficult.
Were all of my blogs pieces of sheer brilliance… NOT BY A LONG SHOT!
But they’re out there now.
There are a few people whose blogs I have read over the month that have always been meaningful, deep, or just plain hilarious. I don’t know how they did it; how they were so truthful and how the got out what they needed to say, but I really admire them. (You might know who you are, you might not. Subject yourself for a moment)
I have also made some really great friends through this project (that’s you my BEDA buddies) and learned more about some people who I’d talked to, but didn’t really know.
I’ve also found a better way to communicate with more awesome people than myspace.
Now my attitude is basically, send me an e-mail or join the Ning if you want to talk, otherwise come find me in person. (I also accept youtube but that just…too far fetched for some of my friends)
I have also been more active in the internet community instead of just being the creeper sitting there watching everyone else have fun. Which actually was okay, I liked it, but now I don’t have to if I don’t want to. I have options, one of the best ‘shuns’.
I have even retained the way I say BEDA.
I say Bay-duh.
Not Bee-duh
Not Bed-ah
I say Bay-duh and that’s the way I like it (also it sounds like Beta, an already recognized word, giving it some distinguishment and adding to why I say it that way. it has a word buddy)
What I’m trying to say is this has been a wonderful experience.
I have been happy all month.
And I think I’m serious about that. I always have something to look forward to. i don’t know how I would have gotten through the end of the year without you guys.
You make me laugh, think, and see different sides of things I never would have thought of.
You’re all so original and use such great grammar it really makes me feel at home.
If there is one community that is the most supportive, interactive, and awesome collectively I think it is this one. (don’t even fight me on the nerdfighter ning thing, this is so the alete of the nerdfighters, you know it and you just need to accept it)
Sorry, I can’t help it, I was just in the dictionary and I LOVE DICTIONARY SEARCHING!
Electra – daughter of Agamemnon; she plots to kill her mother
Electrolysis - the decomposition of an electrolyte by the action of an electrical current passing through it, the eradication of unwanted hair with an electrified needle.
Élan – spirited self-assurance, dash
Elephantine – like an elephant: huge, clumsy, etc.
Beast of burden – any animal used for carrying things (ha, my sister is a beast of burden)
Bawd – a person, esp. a woman, who keeps a brothel (is there where we got, “now that’s a hot bawd”)
Bazaar- a market place in the Middle East, a benefit sale for a church (those go together well)
Alfresco- outdoors
Ali Baba – a poor man who find the treasure of forty thieves (come on, they aren’t going to specify where it’s from, at all?)
Alligator pear- avocado
Pustule – a puss filled blister or pimple
Satyriasis - uncontrollable desire by a man for sexual intercourse (so there is a word for it)
I have mixed feelings on this subject.
For one you have the “YAY! I COMPLETED BEDA!”
But then you have the, “wait, I completED BEDA.”
I’m really going to miss it.
I’ve really come to enjoy sitting at my computer writing something every day.
It’s just who I am now.
It was a pain in the ass when I first started out. I had days where I didn’t want to write anything but I just got up and did it, which is more than I can say for countless homework assignments that were completed on the bus on my way to school.
Most people don’t get it but for us, this is a major accomplishment.
And even if you didn’t finish at least you tried. You put yourself out there and tried something new that is actually quite difficult.
Were all of my blogs pieces of sheer brilliance… NOT BY A LONG SHOT!
But they’re out there now.
There are a few people whose blogs I have read over the month that have always been meaningful, deep, or just plain hilarious. I don’t know how they did it; how they were so truthful and how the got out what they needed to say, but I really admire them. (You might know who you are, you might not. Subject yourself for a moment)
I have also made some really great friends through this project (that’s you my BEDA buddies) and learned more about some people who I’d talked to, but didn’t really know.
I’ve also found a better way to communicate with more awesome people than myspace.
Now my attitude is basically, send me an e-mail or join the Ning if you want to talk, otherwise come find me in person. (I also accept youtube but that just…too far fetched for some of my friends)
I have also been more active in the internet community instead of just being the creeper sitting there watching everyone else have fun. Which actually was okay, I liked it, but now I don’t have to if I don’t want to. I have options, one of the best ‘shuns’.
I have even retained the way I say BEDA.
I say Bay-duh.
Not Bee-duh
Not Bed-ah
I say Bay-duh and that’s the way I like it (also it sounds like Beta, an already recognized word, giving it some distinguishment and adding to why I say it that way. it has a word buddy)
What I’m trying to say is this has been a wonderful experience.
I have been happy all month.
And I think I’m serious about that. I always have something to look forward to. i don’t know how I would have gotten through the end of the year without you guys.
You make me laugh, think, and see different sides of things I never would have thought of.
You’re all so original and use such great grammar it really makes me feel at home.
If there is one community that is the most supportive, interactive, and awesome collectively I think it is this one. (don’t even fight me on the nerdfighter ning thing, this is so the alete of the nerdfighters, you know it and you just need to accept it)
Sorry, I can’t help it, I was just in the dictionary and I LOVE DICTIONARY SEARCHING!
Electra – daughter of Agamemnon; she plots to kill her mother
Electrolysis - the decomposition of an electrolyte by the action of an electrical current passing through it, the eradication of unwanted hair with an electrified needle.
Élan – spirited self-assurance, dash
Elephantine – like an elephant: huge, clumsy, etc.
Beast of burden – any animal used for carrying things (ha, my sister is a beast of burden)
Bawd – a person, esp. a woman, who keeps a brothel (is there where we got, “now that’s a hot bawd”)
Bazaar- a market place in the Middle East, a benefit sale for a church (those go together well)
Alfresco- outdoors
Ali Baba – a poor man who find the treasure of forty thieves (come on, they aren’t going to specify where it’s from, at all?)
Alligator pear- avocado
Pustule – a puss filled blister or pimple
Satyriasis - uncontrollable desire by a man for sexual intercourse (so there is a word for it)
Hello from the Past (Day 25)
I’m still in the cities, so really this is coming to you from an omniscient past me. (still yay autoadd)
BOO!
So, I’m probably, maybe, quite possibly having a great time with my friends.
But who knows.
I also probably, maybe, quite possibly have a funny anecdote to share by now. Most likely about my drive down to the Expo with my friend Keri.
This probably, hopefully, most likely won’t be it.
Passengers log: hour 4
We have been trapped in this clover leaf round-about for almost an hour now, with no hope for an opening in sight.
We thought we were free a few minutes ago, but we had to back track because we were heading the wrong way, and now, to our great dismay, we are back in the labyrinth to hell with no future in sight.
Passengers log: hour 5
We are running low on rations right about now. We’re down to six Ritz crackers, half a flat diet coke, and some fruit snacks we dropped on the floor. Things are getting desperate.
We are isolated in here, with no outside contact except a GPS navigation system, a cell phone, a laptop, and OnStar.
Certain urges arise in these tense, tense situations. With no men on board the pickins are pretty slim. Passing cars offer a quick release from the situation and its inevitable outcome. Let’s face it; we may be stuck in traffic for years.
Passengers log: hour 6
After successfully fleeing the round-a-bout we have taken a southern root, taking us even farther away from out hotel and our loved ones.
A call came threw on the cell phone. It must have been a third world planet. It did not know who we were, and apologized for calling.
Passengers log: hour 7
The crackers are gone.
The diet coke is gone.
My whole reason for life has left.
I must replenish my strength with a quick power-nap.
Passengers log: hour 14
Power-nap, full nights sleep, who can distinguish the difference?
My captain has decided to pull over at a way-side-rest.
She doesn’t look nearly as good as she did 14 hours ago.
The hours have taken there tole on her body, but not her spirit.
She still fights on.
Passengers arm: hour 15
Damn it, I lost my passengers log
Passengers arm: hour 15 and 1 minute
I was just holding it, right here.
Where can it go, I’m in a freaking car.
Passengers arm: hour 15 and 2 minutes
COME ON YOU LITTLE BASTARD! SHOW YOURSELF!!!!
Passengers log: hour 16
Found passengers log between seat and middle council.
Passengers log: hour 17
FREE AT LAST FREE AT LAST!
Lord all mighty we are free at last!!!
We have been brought back into the city and see a Country Inn sign.
We have found the hotel.
Passengers log: hour 18
How many Country Inns can there be around here!
That was the fifth!
Passengers log: hour … oh who gives a fuck.
BOO!
So, I’m probably, maybe, quite possibly having a great time with my friends.
But who knows.
I also probably, maybe, quite possibly have a funny anecdote to share by now. Most likely about my drive down to the Expo with my friend Keri.
This probably, hopefully, most likely won’t be it.
Passengers log: hour 4
We have been trapped in this clover leaf round-about for almost an hour now, with no hope for an opening in sight.
We thought we were free a few minutes ago, but we had to back track because we were heading the wrong way, and now, to our great dismay, we are back in the labyrinth to hell with no future in sight.
Passengers log: hour 5
We are running low on rations right about now. We’re down to six Ritz crackers, half a flat diet coke, and some fruit snacks we dropped on the floor. Things are getting desperate.
We are isolated in here, with no outside contact except a GPS navigation system, a cell phone, a laptop, and OnStar.
Certain urges arise in these tense, tense situations. With no men on board the pickins are pretty slim. Passing cars offer a quick release from the situation and its inevitable outcome. Let’s face it; we may be stuck in traffic for years.
Passengers log: hour 6
After successfully fleeing the round-a-bout we have taken a southern root, taking us even farther away from out hotel and our loved ones.
A call came threw on the cell phone. It must have been a third world planet. It did not know who we were, and apologized for calling.
Passengers log: hour 7
The crackers are gone.
The diet coke is gone.
My whole reason for life has left.
I must replenish my strength with a quick power-nap.
Passengers log: hour 14
Power-nap, full nights sleep, who can distinguish the difference?
My captain has decided to pull over at a way-side-rest.
She doesn’t look nearly as good as she did 14 hours ago.
The hours have taken there tole on her body, but not her spirit.
She still fights on.
Passengers arm: hour 15
Damn it, I lost my passengers log
Passengers arm: hour 15 and 1 minute
I was just holding it, right here.
Where can it go, I’m in a freaking car.
Passengers arm: hour 15 and 2 minutes
COME ON YOU LITTLE BASTARD! SHOW YOURSELF!!!!
Passengers log: hour 16
Found passengers log between seat and middle council.
Passengers log: hour 17
FREE AT LAST FREE AT LAST!
Lord all mighty we are free at last!!!
We have been brought back into the city and see a Country Inn sign.
We have found the hotel.
Passengers log: hour 18
How many Country Inns can there be around here!
That was the fifth!
Passengers log: hour … oh who gives a fuck.
How to win an Essay Contest (Day 23)
Guess what I did today. Go on, guess.
I talked about the skills fair yesterday in my blog, but I shall refresh your memory.
Today I got out of school to go to Virginia College to write an essay because I, along with my senior friend Brittany, were chosen from our school to participate in the English portion (there were a lot of different skills, we sent representatives for art, math, physics, and industrial arts but there was also office managing skills, early childhood development, speech, and many more)
We get there, look around, and it’s mostly seniors. This is to be expected because this is a representation of our school in academics, and seniors tend to be the most educated of the smart class.
Most of us are there just to get out of class, though. So we aren’t really worried. I mean really, Carlton, winning something? This is highly unlikely.
But today the gods have seemed to be smiling down on us.
We were taken on buses after orientation to different parts of the college and other buildings surrounding the town. From there we were corralled into our tense little rooms with a supervisor who was supposed to watch us and make sure we had enough paper (which he did poorly)
Again, I wasn’t really nervous about the writing, I wasn’t expecting anything out of it, I was a filler seat after all, put in place because the Knowledge Bowl team had gone to state that day, leaving the rest of us to fend for ourselves at this competition.
the catch here is, we only have 50 minutes.
The buses were late so we had 50 minutes to write a 3-4 paragraph essay on the topic:
Pick an adult who has been very influential and memorable in your life who isn’t a parent.
This would preferably be a teacher or instructor (but I read this as NOT a teach or instructor, which may have put me behind a little)
Make it as detailed as possible and write a conclusion about how this person affects your life today.
I was pulling a blank.
No one older that I could think of has really affected my life in any way.
I mean obviously everyone we meet has an affect on our lives, but not enough to write about.
I thought maybe I’d write about John Green, because he’s been pretty influencial in my life, but I don’t personally know him, so I thought they wouldn’t like the complication I would need to get into it.
This is when it occurred to me, I’m going to have to make someone up.
The one name that popped into my head was Maggy.
Apparently, Maggy is my mom’s best friend, the only person who is always there for me, listens to what I have to say, and shares all of her ideas on life with me.
Maggy doesn’t teach tolerance, but equality.
She also finds the positive side to everything, and sometime acts as the moral compass in my head.
She can be described as witty, intelligent, understanding, and almost omnicent.
I wish Maggy was real. She sounds extremely cool.
So basically, I believe I deserve extra points because not only did I find a topic, create a rough draft, and create a final draft all in fifty minutes, but I also made up a person.
So suck on that Nashwalk-Weewatin!
I was the last one to finish in the room, you know how making up fictional characters can slow you down, and I was really shaking when I left the room.
I went up to Brittany and told her about how I had made up a person. She found it super hilarious, but said she would be completely pissed if my fictional person beat her heartfelt essay.
Then we were bused back to the main building where the awards were being given out.
Carlton, being the last to put in our door prize slips, cleaned out! It was amazing, only 1 out of the 8 of us who actually threw in a sheet won something.
I myself got a free flashdrive.
Then came the awards. There were metals for first through third place. The art kids and I were standing around discussing what they had to work with for their drawings when English came up. Third place had gone by, the only place I thought I could get, so I turned around to start heading into the lunch room when from behind me I hear… “and first prize in the English essay contest is A-lish-a Lundquist.
NO FREAKING WAY!
I didn’t even believe it but everyone was telling me to go up there, apparently they had heard it too. It wasn’t just my imagination running away on me.
The moral of this story is, ‘when in doubt, make someone up.’
When I got back to school apparently my guidance councilor had announced it over several intercoms while she was looking for me (I was NOT going back to Health, I was under the pretense that I wasn’t technically at school that day)
So I received a lot of congratulations from my friends, who all know that I hadn’t written an essay since the end of ninth grade, in which I took 4 hours. So they were quite impressed. After they learned I made someone up they were even more impressed.
This is a blog of hope to all of you. When faced against seniors in college lit classes, just make something up.
The goal is to write the best essay, not the most truthful.
I talked about the skills fair yesterday in my blog, but I shall refresh your memory.
Today I got out of school to go to Virginia College to write an essay because I, along with my senior friend Brittany, were chosen from our school to participate in the English portion (there were a lot of different skills, we sent representatives for art, math, physics, and industrial arts but there was also office managing skills, early childhood development, speech, and many more)
We get there, look around, and it’s mostly seniors. This is to be expected because this is a representation of our school in academics, and seniors tend to be the most educated of the smart class.
Most of us are there just to get out of class, though. So we aren’t really worried. I mean really, Carlton, winning something? This is highly unlikely.
But today the gods have seemed to be smiling down on us.
We were taken on buses after orientation to different parts of the college and other buildings surrounding the town. From there we were corralled into our tense little rooms with a supervisor who was supposed to watch us and make sure we had enough paper (which he did poorly)
Again, I wasn’t really nervous about the writing, I wasn’t expecting anything out of it, I was a filler seat after all, put in place because the Knowledge Bowl team had gone to state that day, leaving the rest of us to fend for ourselves at this competition.
the catch here is, we only have 50 minutes.
The buses were late so we had 50 minutes to write a 3-4 paragraph essay on the topic:
Pick an adult who has been very influential and memorable in your life who isn’t a parent.
This would preferably be a teacher or instructor (but I read this as NOT a teach or instructor, which may have put me behind a little)
Make it as detailed as possible and write a conclusion about how this person affects your life today.
I was pulling a blank.
No one older that I could think of has really affected my life in any way.
I mean obviously everyone we meet has an affect on our lives, but not enough to write about.
I thought maybe I’d write about John Green, because he’s been pretty influencial in my life, but I don’t personally know him, so I thought they wouldn’t like the complication I would need to get into it.
This is when it occurred to me, I’m going to have to make someone up.
The one name that popped into my head was Maggy.
Apparently, Maggy is my mom’s best friend, the only person who is always there for me, listens to what I have to say, and shares all of her ideas on life with me.
Maggy doesn’t teach tolerance, but equality.
She also finds the positive side to everything, and sometime acts as the moral compass in my head.
She can be described as witty, intelligent, understanding, and almost omnicent.
I wish Maggy was real. She sounds extremely cool.
So basically, I believe I deserve extra points because not only did I find a topic, create a rough draft, and create a final draft all in fifty minutes, but I also made up a person.
So suck on that Nashwalk-Weewatin!
I was the last one to finish in the room, you know how making up fictional characters can slow you down, and I was really shaking when I left the room.
I went up to Brittany and told her about how I had made up a person. She found it super hilarious, but said she would be completely pissed if my fictional person beat her heartfelt essay.
Then we were bused back to the main building where the awards were being given out.
Carlton, being the last to put in our door prize slips, cleaned out! It was amazing, only 1 out of the 8 of us who actually threw in a sheet won something.
I myself got a free flashdrive.
Then came the awards. There were metals for first through third place. The art kids and I were standing around discussing what they had to work with for their drawings when English came up. Third place had gone by, the only place I thought I could get, so I turned around to start heading into the lunch room when from behind me I hear… “and first prize in the English essay contest is A-lish-a Lundquist.
NO FREAKING WAY!
I didn’t even believe it but everyone was telling me to go up there, apparently they had heard it too. It wasn’t just my imagination running away on me.
The moral of this story is, ‘when in doubt, make someone up.’
When I got back to school apparently my guidance councilor had announced it over several intercoms while she was looking for me (I was NOT going back to Health, I was under the pretense that I wasn’t technically at school that day)
So I received a lot of congratulations from my friends, who all know that I hadn’t written an essay since the end of ninth grade, in which I took 4 hours. So they were quite impressed. After they learned I made someone up they were even more impressed.
This is a blog of hope to all of you. When faced against seniors in college lit classes, just make something up.
The goal is to write the best essay, not the most truthful.
My next few days in a nutshell (Day 22)
I don’t have to go to school today and tomorrow. :)
Well, technically I am going to school because they’re both school events.
But still, I don’t have to go to organized school.
And before I go into anything else I would just like to state that today is awesome because
1. My old microphone works on the computer (as Sarah helped me find out last night, before my computer crashed)
2. I downloaded Lauren’s new album on iTunes before I went to school, so I’ve been listening to it all day and I think it’s really good.
3. My Spanish teacher didn’t show up in class today, so I basically got an hour to talk to my friends and play the game I am about to mention.
4. I took an idea from a discussion on here, from Kaiti, (Outrageous Lies) and got my friends in on it, only instead of online we did it with a notebook. It’s insanely fun and I recommend it to anybody, it doesn’t take a lot of time and (since I won’t be with my friends tomorrow) I am really looking forward to seeing what they come up with when I get back.
Now that that’s done, onto the furture.
Tomorrow I will be attending an achedemic compitition for my school at Virginia College. There are six of us going, Brittany (senior) and I will be doing the english portion, which means writing an essay on whatever topic they give us - So tonight I will be brushing up on my essay skills - Then my friend Sammy (sophmore) and her boyfriend Jacob (sophmore) will be doing the math portion of the assesment. What’s up with all of the sophmores, I mean seriously. And no Jrs. I don’t understand the logic but whatever.
Last, my drummer buddy Grant (senior) and our foreign exchange student Matilda (senior) will be doing the arts portion.
It should be quite entertaining because I think I’m going to get a lot of reading done. And, also, I’m hoping I can do well on this essay thing. I’m kind of nervous; nothing major but I mean I haven’t written an essay since the end of ninth grade, so I’m a little out of practice. And even that essay wasn’t my best work. I basically rambled a lot. It was quite sad.
But whatever, it gets me out of school.
Friday I will be a little more at ease. This is the day we go to Virginia (that school basically hosts everything) for the band compition. I love band compititions because I get out of school, play the tamborine in one of the songs, then basically sit around and talk with my friends for the rest of the day without the interuption of class. (I lucked out on my directors picks this year, we weren’t doing anything where I played the snare, bass, or timpani. I love being hands off)
So that should be fun. There is a downside, however. I am missing the first day of the horse-expo. Which basically means I’m missing a whole day of running around with friends I NEVER see, swimming in the hotel pool, eating pizza, and trying on cowboy hats.
This really bums me out. I want more days out of school. I mean I hate to miss the experience and having to catch up sucks, but it is SO worth it.
Anyday I don’t have to go to spanish is a friend-o-mine.
Well, that’s my day, and the reason why I will be auto adding blogs this weekend, so if I don’t comment on yours it’s because I won’t be near a computer. You’ll just have to make it til Monday without me :(
Well, technically I am going to school because they’re both school events.
But still, I don’t have to go to organized school.
And before I go into anything else I would just like to state that today is awesome because
1. My old microphone works on the computer (as Sarah helped me find out last night, before my computer crashed)
2. I downloaded Lauren’s new album on iTunes before I went to school, so I’ve been listening to it all day and I think it’s really good.
3. My Spanish teacher didn’t show up in class today, so I basically got an hour to talk to my friends and play the game I am about to mention.
4. I took an idea from a discussion on here, from Kaiti, (Outrageous Lies) and got my friends in on it, only instead of online we did it with a notebook. It’s insanely fun and I recommend it to anybody, it doesn’t take a lot of time and (since I won’t be with my friends tomorrow) I am really looking forward to seeing what they come up with when I get back.
Now that that’s done, onto the furture.
Tomorrow I will be attending an achedemic compitition for my school at Virginia College. There are six of us going, Brittany (senior) and I will be doing the english portion, which means writing an essay on whatever topic they give us - So tonight I will be brushing up on my essay skills - Then my friend Sammy (sophmore) and her boyfriend Jacob (sophmore) will be doing the math portion of the assesment. What’s up with all of the sophmores, I mean seriously. And no Jrs. I don’t understand the logic but whatever.
Last, my drummer buddy Grant (senior) and our foreign exchange student Matilda (senior) will be doing the arts portion.
It should be quite entertaining because I think I’m going to get a lot of reading done. And, also, I’m hoping I can do well on this essay thing. I’m kind of nervous; nothing major but I mean I haven’t written an essay since the end of ninth grade, so I’m a little out of practice. And even that essay wasn’t my best work. I basically rambled a lot. It was quite sad.
But whatever, it gets me out of school.
Friday I will be a little more at ease. This is the day we go to Virginia (that school basically hosts everything) for the band compition. I love band compititions because I get out of school, play the tamborine in one of the songs, then basically sit around and talk with my friends for the rest of the day without the interuption of class. (I lucked out on my directors picks this year, we weren’t doing anything where I played the snare, bass, or timpani. I love being hands off)
So that should be fun. There is a downside, however. I am missing the first day of the horse-expo. Which basically means I’m missing a whole day of running around with friends I NEVER see, swimming in the hotel pool, eating pizza, and trying on cowboy hats.
This really bums me out. I want more days out of school. I mean I hate to miss the experience and having to catch up sucks, but it is SO worth it.
Anyday I don’t have to go to spanish is a friend-o-mine.
Well, that’s my day, and the reason why I will be auto adding blogs this weekend, so if I don’t comment on yours it’s because I won’t be near a computer. You’ll just have to make it til Monday without me :(
Wizard of Oz aunt (Day 21)
Updates:
Today, pretty uneventful.
Kick Spanish test’s ass. Check.
Well, that’s pretty much all I care about.
We’re starting poems in English though.
I’m not thrilled about this. Don’t get me wrong, I like poetry, I’m up to the challenge, but I don’t want to write my own.
1. it’s harder than just normal writing, you have to think.
2. generally poems have more personal meaning to them, so I don’t like the idea of presenting one to the class
Also, poems have a lot of hidden meaning, and if it comes down to a test on it, no matter how good at science I am, that equation just might not work out.
I feel about poetry the way I feel about the writing of transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau. I like the ideas, I like the concept, but I don’t like the practice. (On a side not, Emerson SOOOO much better than Thoreau. Thought you all needed to know)
Anyway, off of the subject of English, laughs? More laughs?
Alright, if you insist.
When I was younger I had an active imagination when it came to people, especially people I didn’t know well, but came in contact with every once in a while.
I was also very easy to scare. You know the old Disney movie Rock’a’Doodle? I could only watch it once, because the only part I could remember after the first time was a scary part. (to this day, I have never watched that movie again)
Well, one movie I was especially afraid of was The Wizard of Oz, which was unfortunate because it was my sister’s favorite movie, so I ended up having to watch it quite often.
My aunt Chris also loved this movie, so I would end up seeing it with her. The problem was I only saw her about 3, maybe 4 times a year and began associating this scary movie with her at an early age. This is why I became convinced that my aunt was the wicked witch from the movie.
She looked like her, she laughed like her, and I would hide under my bed when she came to visit so I wouldn’t have to go give her a hug (I wasn’t big on the hug thing anyway, I’m still not, but come on. At least I don’t hide under my bed to avoid giving people hugs anymore)
I did get over this fear (obviously) but I always remembered how I used to think of her.
Then one day while my family was at my mom’s family’s summer house (which is now my uncle’s primary house. It’s just a big complicated house thing, but you get the just) we decided we were going to go for a bike ride.
There were a lot of us so we had to go to the basement and take out some very, VERY old bikes so there would be enough.
Guess what the bike looked like that my aunt rode, go on guess.
If you guessed JUST LIKE THE WITCH’S IN THE MOVIE, you would be correct.
JUST LIKE IT!!!!
I immediately began laughing and as my sister came up behind me, having known my fear of her when I was little, dropped her bike- which was over her head-on top of me because she had started laughing too.
Lesson of the story, stay under your bed.
You won’t get a mountain bike to the head.
Today, pretty uneventful.
Kick Spanish test’s ass. Check.
Well, that’s pretty much all I care about.
We’re starting poems in English though.
I’m not thrilled about this. Don’t get me wrong, I like poetry, I’m up to the challenge, but I don’t want to write my own.
1. it’s harder than just normal writing, you have to think.
2. generally poems have more personal meaning to them, so I don’t like the idea of presenting one to the class
Also, poems have a lot of hidden meaning, and if it comes down to a test on it, no matter how good at science I am, that equation just might not work out.
I feel about poetry the way I feel about the writing of transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau. I like the ideas, I like the concept, but I don’t like the practice. (On a side not, Emerson SOOOO much better than Thoreau. Thought you all needed to know)
Anyway, off of the subject of English, laughs? More laughs?
Alright, if you insist.
When I was younger I had an active imagination when it came to people, especially people I didn’t know well, but came in contact with every once in a while.
I was also very easy to scare. You know the old Disney movie Rock’a’Doodle? I could only watch it once, because the only part I could remember after the first time was a scary part. (to this day, I have never watched that movie again)
Well, one movie I was especially afraid of was The Wizard of Oz, which was unfortunate because it was my sister’s favorite movie, so I ended up having to watch it quite often.
My aunt Chris also loved this movie, so I would end up seeing it with her. The problem was I only saw her about 3, maybe 4 times a year and began associating this scary movie with her at an early age. This is why I became convinced that my aunt was the wicked witch from the movie.
She looked like her, she laughed like her, and I would hide under my bed when she came to visit so I wouldn’t have to go give her a hug (I wasn’t big on the hug thing anyway, I’m still not, but come on. At least I don’t hide under my bed to avoid giving people hugs anymore)
I did get over this fear (obviously) but I always remembered how I used to think of her.
Then one day while my family was at my mom’s family’s summer house (which is now my uncle’s primary house. It’s just a big complicated house thing, but you get the just) we decided we were going to go for a bike ride.
There were a lot of us so we had to go to the basement and take out some very, VERY old bikes so there would be enough.
Guess what the bike looked like that my aunt rode, go on guess.
If you guessed JUST LIKE THE WITCH’S IN THE MOVIE, you would be correct.
JUST LIKE IT!!!!
I immediately began laughing and as my sister came up behind me, having known my fear of her when I was little, dropped her bike- which was over her head-on top of me because she had started laughing too.
Lesson of the story, stay under your bed.
You won’t get a mountain bike to the head.
This is going to be a shorter post. I have a spanish test tomorrow that I really need to start study…
This is going to be a shorter post.
I have a spanish test tomorrow that I really need to start studying for but haven't because i've been working on getting my collab part onto the computer.
It's always the hardest part for me.
I don't mind editing, or making the movie, but because my computer is stupid and the hardware on my Sony camera isn't much better it takes forever to get it onto the computer. And I lose a lot of quality in the process and it really irks me.
But i'm having my celabratory pineapple right now because I did finally get it on there. So i'm happy about that.
I feel like I want to make you all laugh because this is going to be a short post, but I can't really think of anything funny, so I shall ramble until something comes to me.
Fun sex ed. lady was back today! That is how I will make you laugh. Her stories are less funny without the hand gestures and whatnot, but you can imagine, I have faith in you.
2 more reasons why I love sex ed...
1. Today I got a Sour Apple dum dum sucker out of the experience
2. You can get out of almost 15 minutes of your next class if you tell the teacher you were talking to the Planned Parenthood representative, and you make it sound serious. In reality, however, you're just sitting around listening to stories about what happened when she went snowboarding.
Well, let me set the stage. We were talking about how you have to wait like 10 days for a pregnancy test to work.
Some of my classmates didn't know this and it was funny to see the surprise in their eyes, and to draw attention off of them our mentor chick told a story.
So one time she was in Duluth in a public bathroom (she wasn't on official business or anything) when she hears two girls in the stall next to her freaking out.
They were talking about how girl one had sex last night and how girl two thought her parents would kill her if she was pregnant, so they were taking a pregnancy test.
the next day.
instead of getting a morning after pill.
but that's not the point, the point is the sex ed chick was listening this, so she's debating in her head if she should say something or not. in the end, she decides she should, but not in the gentle caring way normal people would.
When they came out she leapt out of her stall scaring both the girls emencly while she proclaimed "Never fear, the pregnancy preventor is here!!!"
Do i know if her story is true, no
but do you think anyone in my class will ever forget that story, not likely.
I have a spanish test tomorrow that I really need to start studying for but haven't because i've been working on getting my collab part onto the computer.
It's always the hardest part for me.
I don't mind editing, or making the movie, but because my computer is stupid and the hardware on my Sony camera isn't much better it takes forever to get it onto the computer. And I lose a lot of quality in the process and it really irks me.
But i'm having my celabratory pineapple right now because I did finally get it on there. So i'm happy about that.
I feel like I want to make you all laugh because this is going to be a short post, but I can't really think of anything funny, so I shall ramble until something comes to me.
Fun sex ed. lady was back today! That is how I will make you laugh. Her stories are less funny without the hand gestures and whatnot, but you can imagine, I have faith in you.
2 more reasons why I love sex ed...
1. Today I got a Sour Apple dum dum sucker out of the experience
2. You can get out of almost 15 minutes of your next class if you tell the teacher you were talking to the Planned Parenthood representative, and you make it sound serious. In reality, however, you're just sitting around listening to stories about what happened when she went snowboarding.
Well, let me set the stage. We were talking about how you have to wait like 10 days for a pregnancy test to work.
Some of my classmates didn't know this and it was funny to see the surprise in their eyes, and to draw attention off of them our mentor chick told a story.
So one time she was in Duluth in a public bathroom (she wasn't on official business or anything) when she hears two girls in the stall next to her freaking out.
They were talking about how girl one had sex last night and how girl two thought her parents would kill her if she was pregnant, so they were taking a pregnancy test.
the next day.
instead of getting a morning after pill.
but that's not the point, the point is the sex ed chick was listening this, so she's debating in her head if she should say something or not. in the end, she decides she should, but not in the gentle caring way normal people would.
When they came out she leapt out of her stall scaring both the girls emencly while she proclaimed "Never fear, the pregnancy preventor is here!!!"
Do i know if her story is true, no
but do you think anyone in my class will ever forget that story, not likely.
This is going to be a shorter post. I have a spanish test tomorrow that I really need to start study…
This is going to be a shorter post.
I have a spanish test tomorrow that I really need to start studying for but haven't because i've been working on getting my collab part onto the computer.
It's always the hardest part for me.
I don't mind editing, or making the movie, but because my computer is stupid and the hardware on my Sony camera isn't much better it takes forever to get it onto the computer. And I lose a lot of quality in the process and it really irks me.
But i'm having my celabratory pineapple right now because I did finally get it on there. So i'm happy about that.
I feel like I want to make you all laugh because this is going to be a short post, but I can't really think of anything funny, so I shall ramble until something comes to me.
Fun sex ed. lady was back today! That is how I will make you laugh. Her stories are less funny without the hand gestures and whatnot, but you can imagine, I have faith in you.
2 more reasons why I love sex ed...
1. Today I got a Sour Apple dum dum sucker out of the experience
2. You can get out of almost 15 minutes of your next class if you tell the teacher you were talking to the Planned Parenthood representative, and you make it sound serious. In reality, however, you're just sitting around listening to stories about what happened when she went snowboarding.
Well, let me set the stage. We were talking about how you have to wait like 10 days for a pregnancy test to work.
Some of my classmates didn't know this and it was funny to see the surprise in their eyes, and to draw attention off of them our mentor chick told a story.
So one time she was in Duluth in a public bathroom (she wasn't on official business or anything) when she hears two girls in the stall next to her freaking out.
They were talking about how girl one had sex last night and how girl two thought her parents would kill her if she was pregnant, so they were taking a pregnancy test.
the next day.
instead of getting a morning after pill.
but that's not the point, the point is the sex ed chick was listening this, so she's debating in her head if she should say something or not. in the end, she decides she should, but not in the gentle caring way normal people would.
When they came out she leapt out of her stall scaring both the girls emencly while she proclaimed "Never fear, the pregnancy preventor is here!!!"
Do i know if her story is true, no
but do you think anyone in my class will ever forget that story, not likely.
I have a spanish test tomorrow that I really need to start studying for but haven't because i've been working on getting my collab part onto the computer.
It's always the hardest part for me.
I don't mind editing, or making the movie, but because my computer is stupid and the hardware on my Sony camera isn't much better it takes forever to get it onto the computer. And I lose a lot of quality in the process and it really irks me.
But i'm having my celabratory pineapple right now because I did finally get it on there. So i'm happy about that.
I feel like I want to make you all laugh because this is going to be a short post, but I can't really think of anything funny, so I shall ramble until something comes to me.
Fun sex ed. lady was back today! That is how I will make you laugh. Her stories are less funny without the hand gestures and whatnot, but you can imagine, I have faith in you.
2 more reasons why I love sex ed...
1. Today I got a Sour Apple dum dum sucker out of the experience
2. You can get out of almost 15 minutes of your next class if you tell the teacher you were talking to the Planned Parenthood representative, and you make it sound serious. In reality, however, you're just sitting around listening to stories about what happened when she went snowboarding.
Well, let me set the stage. We were talking about how you have to wait like 10 days for a pregnancy test to work.
Some of my classmates didn't know this and it was funny to see the surprise in their eyes, and to draw attention off of them our mentor chick told a story.
So one time she was in Duluth in a public bathroom (she wasn't on official business or anything) when she hears two girls in the stall next to her freaking out.
They were talking about how girl one had sex last night and how girl two thought her parents would kill her if she was pregnant, so they were taking a pregnancy test.
the next day.
instead of getting a morning after pill.
but that's not the point, the point is the sex ed chick was listening this, so she's debating in her head if she should say something or not. in the end, she decides she should, but not in the gentle caring way normal people would.
When they came out she leapt out of her stall scaring both the girls emencly while she proclaimed "Never fear, the pregnancy preventor is here!!!"
Do i know if her story is true, no
but do you think anyone in my class will ever forget that story, not likely.
Epiphanies of Sci-Fi (Day 19)
Blogging blogging blogging.
I rather like blogging actually.
It makes me feel special in the “anyone can do it but they don’t so that makes actually doing it so much cooler because of utilizing opportunities” kind of way.
But that’s not what I’m here to talk about today, nor sir, no way.
Today I had an epiphany.
It is a well known fact that as a rule, I do not like sci-fi, or at least that’s what I thought.
I never really put much thought into it, but I have often called Sunday Sci-Fi Sunday, because ever since January I either end up taping or watching a movie from the channel. Now, I used to call it Werewolf Sci-Fi Sunday because I often happened to watch the werewolf movies after I had seen Ginger Snaps: Unleashed, and Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning, leading to buying these wonderful, unrated Canadian films of pure awesome, from my point of view. (But be cautioned, they are not for the faint of heart)
But then I branched out watching a REAL Vampire movie, starring one Lucy Lui, but for the life of me I cannot remember its name. (I say real because I don’t count Twilight as real. Rules are meant to be broken, but not in a psychopathic, overprotective way. Although I don’t believe I have the right to judge because I have not seen the movie or read the books, so I will be fair.)
And thus began the tradition of Sci-Fi Sunday
And this morning I saw a program called BloodRayne.
The description intrigued me so in I went and spent the next 2 hours, happily entertained in this mystic little world with plot twists and action. And then 2 hours after that less entertained (the sequel was not as good. They had vampires in the old west. It was just…meh)
When this was over I got to thinking why I liked the first show. And then it hit me.
I DON’T HATE SCI-FI!
I am just not fond of futuristic sci-fi.
I love the movies with the ancient temples and monks and pretty much everything before people started fighting with guns. Guns made fighting unfair. It used to depend on your skills, how long you lived on a battle field, and now it depends whether you have the technology to sit a good 300 yards away from a fight, hiding behind a lead wall. I just liked the olden days.
I’m still not much into the raeding of sci-fi, but now I like the movies, and it’s all just a step in the right direction.
Well, I decided to share my epiphany with you all today, more classic tales from the chronicle of Alysha tomorrow :)
Ps. Yay Sarah, you said my name right on your video! And I still want to see this picture, I believe it will amuse me.
I rather like blogging actually.
It makes me feel special in the “anyone can do it but they don’t so that makes actually doing it so much cooler because of utilizing opportunities” kind of way.
But that’s not what I’m here to talk about today, nor sir, no way.
Today I had an epiphany.
It is a well known fact that as a rule, I do not like sci-fi, or at least that’s what I thought.
I never really put much thought into it, but I have often called Sunday Sci-Fi Sunday, because ever since January I either end up taping or watching a movie from the channel. Now, I used to call it Werewolf Sci-Fi Sunday because I often happened to watch the werewolf movies after I had seen Ginger Snaps: Unleashed, and Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning, leading to buying these wonderful, unrated Canadian films of pure awesome, from my point of view. (But be cautioned, they are not for the faint of heart)
But then I branched out watching a REAL Vampire movie, starring one Lucy Lui, but for the life of me I cannot remember its name. (I say real because I don’t count Twilight as real. Rules are meant to be broken, but not in a psychopathic, overprotective way. Although I don’t believe I have the right to judge because I have not seen the movie or read the books, so I will be fair.)
And thus began the tradition of Sci-Fi Sunday
And this morning I saw a program called BloodRayne.
The description intrigued me so in I went and spent the next 2 hours, happily entertained in this mystic little world with plot twists and action. And then 2 hours after that less entertained (the sequel was not as good. They had vampires in the old west. It was just…meh)
When this was over I got to thinking why I liked the first show. And then it hit me.
I DON’T HATE SCI-FI!
I am just not fond of futuristic sci-fi.
I love the movies with the ancient temples and monks and pretty much everything before people started fighting with guns. Guns made fighting unfair. It used to depend on your skills, how long you lived on a battle field, and now it depends whether you have the technology to sit a good 300 yards away from a fight, hiding behind a lead wall. I just liked the olden days.
I’m still not much into the raeding of sci-fi, but now I like the movies, and it’s all just a step in the right direction.
Well, I decided to share my epiphany with you all today, more classic tales from the chronicle of Alysha tomorrow :)
Ps. Yay Sarah, you said my name right on your video! And I still want to see this picture, I believe it will amuse me.
Buddies, I'm usually more funny, hopefully. (Day 18)
Hello Teryn, Katie, and Sarah
Alright, so on here, other than about my day, I haven’t really wrote anything about myself.
But that all changes today.
I have an older sister, Brandi, who goes to Michigan Tech to be a Chemical engineer (because she’s an unknowing major stealer) where she lives in a big house full of boys who all play in the band ‘Anarkinda.’
She’s a nerd, but that’s the reason I deal with her.
I love Wizard Wrock, but have only read one of the books. I know, I know, get on it.
I’m trying! It’s just so hard. I’m bad at the whole ‘follow the fad’ thing, but I decided that reading Potter would be okay because the greater majority of people who are obsessed with it are doing it wrong. They don’t realize that there are conventions and their own music. Therefore I’m taking it upon myself to teach them how to do it right.
I have horses, but rarely ride. They’re my pastor pets. But I do go to the Horse Expo every year to skip school and hang out with all of my friends there (I only mention this because I am going next weekend so I will be auto adding blogs)
I have a tiny, tiny, little problem with internet addiction.
It all started with YouTube, it’s really not my fault. I blame John, Hank, and the FiveAwesomeGirls.
But I am new to this addiction. It's only been around for less than 2 months. Before then it was just a couples times a week, so I need you to be understanding while I still am getting somethings, such as skype, running. But it will get there.
I’m not much of a sports person. I used to play softball, basketball, and soccer until 7th grade. Well, halfway through the summer after 6th, I took a week off of practicing and REALLY enjoyed having my own time. So I quit in pursuit of my other interests.
I love music. I mostly listen to indie, but will pretty much listen to anything as long as it’s not rap.
I usually listen to Minnesota bands (Jamestown Story, To the Rescue, and NevershoutNever) but also like The Spill Canvas, Arrah and the Ferns, Melanie Chisholm, Hot Hot Heat, you know, I’m going to stop there, I could go on for a while.
Well, for an intro this is pretty good. Obviously there’s more, but you’ll probably get to know about that later.
So, Hi :)
Oh, also, I’m can use sarcasm. (it’s my favorite kind of chasm.) I realize you’re reading and not listening so sarcasm isn’t always picked up, but it’s a good side note.
I also don’t think I need to link myself anywhere because you guys have probably already covered that.
And if you haven’t, I will get to that tomorrow.
OH! also, I have a lot of my other user names as BacTrackin
So don't be alarmed if you get a request from it.
That's me.
well, it should be. There are some creeper impersonators out there.
Alright, so on here, other than about my day, I haven’t really wrote anything about myself.
But that all changes today.
I have an older sister, Brandi, who goes to Michigan Tech to be a Chemical engineer (because she’s an unknowing major stealer) where she lives in a big house full of boys who all play in the band ‘Anarkinda.’
She’s a nerd, but that’s the reason I deal with her.
I love Wizard Wrock, but have only read one of the books. I know, I know, get on it.
I’m trying! It’s just so hard. I’m bad at the whole ‘follow the fad’ thing, but I decided that reading Potter would be okay because the greater majority of people who are obsessed with it are doing it wrong. They don’t realize that there are conventions and their own music. Therefore I’m taking it upon myself to teach them how to do it right.
I have horses, but rarely ride. They’re my pastor pets. But I do go to the Horse Expo every year to skip school and hang out with all of my friends there (I only mention this because I am going next weekend so I will be auto adding blogs)
I have a tiny, tiny, little problem with internet addiction.
It all started with YouTube, it’s really not my fault. I blame John, Hank, and the FiveAwesomeGirls.
But I am new to this addiction. It's only been around for less than 2 months. Before then it was just a couples times a week, so I need you to be understanding while I still am getting somethings, such as skype, running. But it will get there.
I’m not much of a sports person. I used to play softball, basketball, and soccer until 7th grade. Well, halfway through the summer after 6th, I took a week off of practicing and REALLY enjoyed having my own time. So I quit in pursuit of my other interests.
I love music. I mostly listen to indie, but will pretty much listen to anything as long as it’s not rap.
I usually listen to Minnesota bands (Jamestown Story, To the Rescue, and NevershoutNever) but also like The Spill Canvas, Arrah and the Ferns, Melanie Chisholm, Hot Hot Heat, you know, I’m going to stop there, I could go on for a while.
Well, for an intro this is pretty good. Obviously there’s more, but you’ll probably get to know about that later.
So, Hi :)
Oh, also, I’m can use sarcasm. (it’s my favorite kind of chasm.) I realize you’re reading and not listening so sarcasm isn’t always picked up, but it’s a good side note.
I also don’t think I need to link myself anywhere because you guys have probably already covered that.
And if you haven’t, I will get to that tomorrow.
OH! also, I have a lot of my other user names as BacTrackin
So don't be alarmed if you get a request from it.
That's me.
well, it should be. There are some creeper impersonators out there.
Pros/Cons of small Schools plus an anecdote about my Spanish adventures (Day 16)
I go to a pretty small school in all respects.
I have 60 in my class, but most of the other grades have about 50.
Pros: you know everyone in your school on a more personal level, especially those in your grade.
At one point or another, your paths have crossed. Even though we’ve drifted now, many of the girls, at different intervals, have been my best friends in one way or another.
We know things about one another normal people wouldn’t know, just random trivia actually, and have a pretty good understanding of who everyone is. (there isn’t a whole lot of pressure to conform at my school, to well, anything, there just aren’t enough of us for peer pressure)
Cons: you’ve been with these people your entire life, so when a new kid comes, we pounce.
And it’s not just a gradual thing, literally, the first day the person is there, we all know:
First name
Last name
Last school
Previous homes
Boyfriend/girlfriend status
If they have any connections of friends or family to our school
And why they left their last school, good or bad.
It’s quite interesting. I think we should use my school as the test subjects for a scientific study on how fast news can travel, even without the use of cell phones or media. Just plop a new kid next to us in class and we’ll show you how fast we work
We’ve gotten so good at this system that you don’t even hear the information twice.
You know who tells you everything, who told them, and who you need to tell. And it’s all unspoken.
It’s like a complicated, never ending game of telephone.
There is another con to this small school environment, I mean, it’s great knowing your teachers, having them for multiple years, you know almost everyone by name, but that’s just it.
There’s no change.
This makes dating very hard.
It almost rules it out completely because you know these people. They are not your romantic interests. You didn’t meet them on the bus, or at the game, or through anything of interest of you.
You know if they wet their pants in grade school.
You know how many times they’ve thrown up in class.
If you’re into the menz, I think I’ve seen almost all of them either throw something up, or shoot something out of their noses. Multiple times. Sometimes at the same time. Can you imagine how this could be a turn off?
And the girls. You’ve seen them stab almost everyone in the back, and if you haven’t then they’re your friends. (well, my friends. I tend to surround myself with good people. It works)
And you don’t date your friends.
We have a concentration of people without any variable for change.
What I’m basically trying to say is.
I need to meet new people.
I basically haven’t since kindergarten, unless they’re in 4-H or are friends of my current friends.
It’s quite sad.
It’s to the point now where some of my friends don’t even know how to react around people who don’t understand their inside jokes about stupid things like….burying each other in gravel back in fifth grade. Or that time we all hid in the woods just to piss off the gym teacher. (Who still brings that up)
Oh well. This just means that college gets to be that much more of a new experience.
For all of us.
Small anecdote from the day: (that doesn’t have to do with me going 10 seconds over my time limit on my English speech)
I have this spanish teacher and she is EXTREMELY SCARY.
She would be a lovely person if I wasn’t in her class, but as of now she is EXTREMELY SCARY.
It requires all caps.
She’ll give you an hour and a half of detention in her room if she catches you with a hat on more than twice (good thing I can’t pull off hats.) she scares everyone into studying because tests are extremely hard, vague, and could be sprung on you at anytime, and…it’s just something about her where you’re afraid if she starts yelling at you, or even looks at you weird, that your head might explode from the overflowing of possibilities running through your mind of what she might be thinking to do to you.
And today, after she had lent me her keys so I could get my hard copy of my Spanish brochure from her room, I got them stuck in her door.
And she is extremely touchy about both her room, and her key chain.
So I was pretty much committing a double offense.
And I was scared.
I tried wiggling the key, I try unlocking the door and locking it again, I tried turning the handle, I tried…well, if you can think of it, I pretty much tried it.
And then I heard her down the hall.
So I started to panic.
I knew she was talking, so I had less than 3 minutes to find a teacher to help me.
I raced through the bandroom in the middle of a class to locate her, then went back down the hallway, knocking on doors.
No one in the science room
No one in Industrial arts.
Everyone had gone to get icecream for A and B honor role (which I was on, so I was missing icecream during this fiasco as well)
But just then, I saw the healthroom light was still on.
Now, I hate health, and the teacher’s kind of mean, (she was the elementary gym teacher) so generally, we like when that room light is off.
But for this one moment, this one tiny moment, this room finally became useful.
I knocked, got an answer, and got the keys out of the door just in time as my Spanish teacher rounded the corner on the hall.
So today I learned that, even though we don’t like health, we must respect the fact that no one needs the teacher during resource hour. And also, that she was good with locks.
I have 60 in my class, but most of the other grades have about 50.
Pros: you know everyone in your school on a more personal level, especially those in your grade.
At one point or another, your paths have crossed. Even though we’ve drifted now, many of the girls, at different intervals, have been my best friends in one way or another.
We know things about one another normal people wouldn’t know, just random trivia actually, and have a pretty good understanding of who everyone is. (there isn’t a whole lot of pressure to conform at my school, to well, anything, there just aren’t enough of us for peer pressure)
Cons: you’ve been with these people your entire life, so when a new kid comes, we pounce.
And it’s not just a gradual thing, literally, the first day the person is there, we all know:
First name
Last name
Last school
Previous homes
Boyfriend/girlfriend status
If they have any connections of friends or family to our school
And why they left their last school, good or bad.
It’s quite interesting. I think we should use my school as the test subjects for a scientific study on how fast news can travel, even without the use of cell phones or media. Just plop a new kid next to us in class and we’ll show you how fast we work
We’ve gotten so good at this system that you don’t even hear the information twice.
You know who tells you everything, who told them, and who you need to tell. And it’s all unspoken.
It’s like a complicated, never ending game of telephone.
There is another con to this small school environment, I mean, it’s great knowing your teachers, having them for multiple years, you know almost everyone by name, but that’s just it.
There’s no change.
This makes dating very hard.
It almost rules it out completely because you know these people. They are not your romantic interests. You didn’t meet them on the bus, or at the game, or through anything of interest of you.
You know if they wet their pants in grade school.
You know how many times they’ve thrown up in class.
If you’re into the menz, I think I’ve seen almost all of them either throw something up, or shoot something out of their noses. Multiple times. Sometimes at the same time. Can you imagine how this could be a turn off?
And the girls. You’ve seen them stab almost everyone in the back, and if you haven’t then they’re your friends. (well, my friends. I tend to surround myself with good people. It works)
And you don’t date your friends.
We have a concentration of people without any variable for change.
What I’m basically trying to say is.
I need to meet new people.
I basically haven’t since kindergarten, unless they’re in 4-H or are friends of my current friends.
It’s quite sad.
It’s to the point now where some of my friends don’t even know how to react around people who don’t understand their inside jokes about stupid things like….burying each other in gravel back in fifth grade. Or that time we all hid in the woods just to piss off the gym teacher. (Who still brings that up)
Oh well. This just means that college gets to be that much more of a new experience.
For all of us.
Small anecdote from the day: (that doesn’t have to do with me going 10 seconds over my time limit on my English speech)
I have this spanish teacher and she is EXTREMELY SCARY.
She would be a lovely person if I wasn’t in her class, but as of now she is EXTREMELY SCARY.
It requires all caps.
She’ll give you an hour and a half of detention in her room if she catches you with a hat on more than twice (good thing I can’t pull off hats.) she scares everyone into studying because tests are extremely hard, vague, and could be sprung on you at anytime, and…it’s just something about her where you’re afraid if she starts yelling at you, or even looks at you weird, that your head might explode from the overflowing of possibilities running through your mind of what she might be thinking to do to you.
And today, after she had lent me her keys so I could get my hard copy of my Spanish brochure from her room, I got them stuck in her door.
And she is extremely touchy about both her room, and her key chain.
So I was pretty much committing a double offense.
And I was scared.
I tried wiggling the key, I try unlocking the door and locking it again, I tried turning the handle, I tried…well, if you can think of it, I pretty much tried it.
And then I heard her down the hall.
So I started to panic.
I knew she was talking, so I had less than 3 minutes to find a teacher to help me.
I raced through the bandroom in the middle of a class to locate her, then went back down the hallway, knocking on doors.
No one in the science room
No one in Industrial arts.
Everyone had gone to get icecream for A and B honor role (which I was on, so I was missing icecream during this fiasco as well)
But just then, I saw the healthroom light was still on.
Now, I hate health, and the teacher’s kind of mean, (she was the elementary gym teacher) so generally, we like when that room light is off.
But for this one moment, this one tiny moment, this room finally became useful.
I knocked, got an answer, and got the keys out of the door just in time as my Spanish teacher rounded the corner on the hall.
So today I learned that, even though we don’t like health, we must respect the fact that no one needs the teacher during resource hour. And also, that she was good with locks.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Must get back to BlogTV!!! (Day 13)
Okay, I spent 3-4 hours on my Spanish brochure.
It was awful.
Also, I only got the information for it.
I haven’t put it into anything, I can’t say it all in Spanish either, and it’s due on Wednesday.
But it will be okay, I just have to you know, write an entire formal speech and a book report by Wednesday too. Crap. This actually might not be okay. *runs off to start on projects*
Wait, NO. This is my new commitment.
I am going to blog.
And I can’t leave the computer because I’m watching Maureen on blogtv right now.
I must say, it is pretty good.
Makes me laugh.
Some of my highlights so far:
• Seeing Maureen ‘one time’ Johnson’s dad
• “Monkey’s, MONKEY’S! You guys need to calm down….”
• Seeing Maureen cringe at her own baby hair because “if sniffin your own hair is wrong, I don’t wanna be right” and “YOU F*** WITH ME, I GET OUT THE HAIR!”
• Broadcasting for Lucky Charms and Coke
And my favorite (so far)
• Her singing Mrs. Nerimon like 6 times, with a different tune each time.
She’s just started matchmaking, so I’m going to need to focus, but here, really fast, I’m going to finish this off.
School tomorrow, reading tests
Watched Wild Things last night until 4 in the morning (and Planet Terror, can’t forget the Terror)
Whereas the movie was obviously edited, A LOT (there were some scenes I noticed were OBVIOUSLY missing, to my great disappointment, but whatev)
This movie proved, once again, that you CANNOT KILL NEVE CAMBELL.
Scream 1-3, almost thought she was out, she was going down, psycho killer actually stabs her, but SHE LIVES!
And then, Wild Things, we basically SEE HER DEAD!
But then she shows up with a crossbow like weapon. Amazing. Totally didn’t see that coming.
Anyway. Distraction is just too much, so much match making!!!!!!!!
More updated, comprehensiveness tomorrow, I swear……
goes back to watching screen
It was awful.
Also, I only got the information for it.
I haven’t put it into anything, I can’t say it all in Spanish either, and it’s due on Wednesday.
But it will be okay, I just have to you know, write an entire formal speech and a book report by Wednesday too. Crap. This actually might not be okay. *runs off to start on projects*
Wait, NO. This is my new commitment.
I am going to blog.
And I can’t leave the computer because I’m watching Maureen on blogtv right now.
I must say, it is pretty good.
Makes me laugh.
Some of my highlights so far:
• Seeing Maureen ‘one time’ Johnson’s dad
• “Monkey’s, MONKEY’S! You guys need to calm down….”
• Seeing Maureen cringe at her own baby hair because “if sniffin your own hair is wrong, I don’t wanna be right” and “YOU F*** WITH ME, I GET OUT THE HAIR!”
• Broadcasting for Lucky Charms and Coke
And my favorite (so far)
• Her singing Mrs. Nerimon like 6 times, with a different tune each time.
She’s just started matchmaking, so I’m going to need to focus, but here, really fast, I’m going to finish this off.
School tomorrow, reading tests
Watched Wild Things last night until 4 in the morning (and Planet Terror, can’t forget the Terror)
Whereas the movie was obviously edited, A LOT (there were some scenes I noticed were OBVIOUSLY missing, to my great disappointment, but whatev)
This movie proved, once again, that you CANNOT KILL NEVE CAMBELL.
Scream 1-3, almost thought she was out, she was going down, psycho killer actually stabs her, but SHE LIVES!
And then, Wild Things, we basically SEE HER DEAD!
But then she shows up with a crossbow like weapon. Amazing. Totally didn’t see that coming.
Anyway. Distraction is just too much, so much match making!!!!!!!!
More updated, comprehensiveness tomorrow, I swear……
goes back to watching screen
YAY US! (Day 12)
Guess where I spent most of today. Go on, guess.
That’s not right, but it’s close enough for points (except for those of you who didn’t guess, in which case....well you’re just no fun now are you?
It was in a tent!
In my yard, like 12 feet away from my house
But still, I set up a tent and I’m happy about it.
While I was in that tent my sister called to wish me a happy Easter (btw, happy Easter BEDA) and somehow we got onto the subject of computers, then wireless internet, which leads to internet in general (well, you know how it goes) and it lead all the way back to me doing BEDA.
To which my sister (my lovely and supporting sister) replies, “What do you have to talk about, how you sit around all day and do nothing exciting”
Now, in all fairness, she’s kinda right, but still.
Then I started thinking about why I was doing BEDA in the first place.
I finally made a commitment to something and am sticking it through.
I’m kind of proud of myself. I generally pride myself on my procrastination skillage and how I don’t need to study all week for tests, all I really need is to cram right before.
But these are actually bad habit that I should really break and BEDA happens to be helping me do that.
It’s not like homework where it will be there in the morning, or like a 4-H meeting where if you skip it there will be one next month.
We actually have to commit ourselves to bettering our writing skills, and even when we’re tired, beat, bushed, just don’t want to get out of bed for the life of us, we still man up (or woman up) and power through. It’s really quite incredible.
YAY US!
And in the long run, we’ll be able to look back at this experience and say, hey. This [insert thing that needs to get done here] isn’t that bad. I have already acquired the skills to deal with this because one day Maureen Johnson woke up and used a term that sounded a little too official to tell her fans she would be blogging everyday in April. :)
That’s not right, but it’s close enough for points (except for those of you who didn’t guess, in which case....well you’re just no fun now are you?
It was in a tent!
In my yard, like 12 feet away from my house
But still, I set up a tent and I’m happy about it.
While I was in that tent my sister called to wish me a happy Easter (btw, happy Easter BEDA) and somehow we got onto the subject of computers, then wireless internet, which leads to internet in general (well, you know how it goes) and it lead all the way back to me doing BEDA.
To which my sister (my lovely and supporting sister) replies, “What do you have to talk about, how you sit around all day and do nothing exciting”
Now, in all fairness, she’s kinda right, but still.
Then I started thinking about why I was doing BEDA in the first place.
I finally made a commitment to something and am sticking it through.
I’m kind of proud of myself. I generally pride myself on my procrastination skillage and how I don’t need to study all week for tests, all I really need is to cram right before.
But these are actually bad habit that I should really break and BEDA happens to be helping me do that.
It’s not like homework where it will be there in the morning, or like a 4-H meeting where if you skip it there will be one next month.
We actually have to commit ourselves to bettering our writing skills, and even when we’re tired, beat, bushed, just don’t want to get out of bed for the life of us, we still man up (or woman up) and power through. It’s really quite incredible.
YAY US!
And in the long run, we’ll be able to look back at this experience and say, hey. This [insert thing that needs to get done here] isn’t that bad. I have already acquired the skills to deal with this because one day Maureen Johnson woke up and used a term that sounded a little too official to tell her fans she would be blogging everyday in April. :)
Nothing in Particular (Day 11)
You know what sucks about living in the country, other than being REALLY far from anything remotely interesting? When your dog decides she’s going to chase something, she can go REALLY far without running into anything to stop her.
Which is where I was about an hour ago.
Well, technically I was in the yard on the 4 wheeler (because enticing her out of the woods with something loud and fast is more fun than chasing her on foot, trudging through the woods where all the lycanthropes and un-hunky vampires live.)
Which is where we get ATV ADVENTURES
Brought to you by: that tall blonde chick wearing shorts and sandals
Made fun by: those freezing cold puddles that don’t look like puddles at night but shower you with a freezing cold, muddy, and unpleasant mist in 30 degree weather. (Plus, you know, the wind speed of being on the 4wheeler.)
But it’s ok because I got her back and spent most of my day (by most of my day I mean I woke up at 1, so my day has kind of only reached it’s peak) outside just reading, doing some homework, writing a song for my friend Jessica going for a walk, yelling at some pot head neighbor kids…you know, the usual. (just so you know, the song writing thing isn't as unusual as you think it is, it's not usually a song, but we have some great ways of making fun of each other)
And….
You guessed it, my new fixation with Graham Norton! (it makes everyday awesome, you know it does)
So, through this, I learned some new jokes.
Most of which were rather dirty.
Ok, extremely dirty, but I’m not putting them on here. (However, if you’d like to hear them, hit me up. I almost choked I was laughing so hard)
Minnie Driver’s Favorite joke: So a snail is just sluggin’ down the street when he gets mugged by two tortoises. The police come to ask him what happened and he replies “I don’t know, it all happened so fast.”
So an Irish bloak walks into a library and he says to the librarian, “excuse me ma’am, I would like the fish and chips.” She puts on a scolding face and says, “I’m sorry sir, but this is a library. Please keep your voice down” to which the Irish guy responds, lowering his voice to a whisper, “oh, I’m sorry, how rude of me. When will my fish and chips be ready?”
I’m sorry you guys! Those are the most PG ones we have!
I can’t help it!
I just don’t know any good jokes!
LEAVE ME ALONE!!! *goes to cry in corner*
Anyways…
Ooh, I do have another one.
But I’m pretty sure you’ve all heard it.
So a young girl walks up to her mother and asks, “Why did you name me Daisy?”
The girl’s mother replies, “Because when you were born a Daisy pedal fell on your head.”
Another little girl walks up to her mother and asks. “Mom, why did you name me Rose?”
To which her mother replies, “Because darling, when you were born a rose pedal fell on your head.”
A third little girl walks up to her mother and says, “duhhhhhh”
“SHUT UP CINDER BLOCK!”
ok, it’s awful. But it made you laugh.
You know it.
Well if you got it.
That’s all for today folks!
Anagram: NORTON: No one Ordinary Returns To Oslo Norway (ha, I love you Webster’s New World Dictionary)
Which is where I was about an hour ago.
Well, technically I was in the yard on the 4 wheeler (because enticing her out of the woods with something loud and fast is more fun than chasing her on foot, trudging through the woods where all the lycanthropes and un-hunky vampires live.)
Which is where we get ATV ADVENTURES
Brought to you by: that tall blonde chick wearing shorts and sandals
Made fun by: those freezing cold puddles that don’t look like puddles at night but shower you with a freezing cold, muddy, and unpleasant mist in 30 degree weather. (Plus, you know, the wind speed of being on the 4wheeler.)
But it’s ok because I got her back and spent most of my day (by most of my day I mean I woke up at 1, so my day has kind of only reached it’s peak) outside just reading, doing some homework, writing a song for my friend Jessica going for a walk, yelling at some pot head neighbor kids…you know, the usual. (just so you know, the song writing thing isn't as unusual as you think it is, it's not usually a song, but we have some great ways of making fun of each other)
And….
You guessed it, my new fixation with Graham Norton! (it makes everyday awesome, you know it does)
So, through this, I learned some new jokes.
Most of which were rather dirty.
Ok, extremely dirty, but I’m not putting them on here. (However, if you’d like to hear them, hit me up. I almost choked I was laughing so hard)
Minnie Driver’s Favorite joke: So a snail is just sluggin’ down the street when he gets mugged by two tortoises. The police come to ask him what happened and he replies “I don’t know, it all happened so fast.”
So an Irish bloak walks into a library and he says to the librarian, “excuse me ma’am, I would like the fish and chips.” She puts on a scolding face and says, “I’m sorry sir, but this is a library. Please keep your voice down” to which the Irish guy responds, lowering his voice to a whisper, “oh, I’m sorry, how rude of me. When will my fish and chips be ready?”
I’m sorry you guys! Those are the most PG ones we have!
I can’t help it!
I just don’t know any good jokes!
LEAVE ME ALONE!!! *goes to cry in corner*
Anyways…
Ooh, I do have another one.
But I’m pretty sure you’ve all heard it.
So a young girl walks up to her mother and asks, “Why did you name me Daisy?”
The girl’s mother replies, “Because when you were born a Daisy pedal fell on your head.”
Another little girl walks up to her mother and asks. “Mom, why did you name me Rose?”
To which her mother replies, “Because darling, when you were born a rose pedal fell on your head.”
A third little girl walks up to her mother and says, “duhhhhhh”
“SHUT UP CINDER BLOCK!”
ok, it’s awful. But it made you laugh.
You know it.
Well if you got it.
That’s all for today folks!
Anagram: NORTON: No one Ordinary Returns To Oslo Norway (ha, I love you Webster’s New World Dictionary)
Music is Power! or however that saying goes...(Day 10)
You know what I love, 90’s music (and early 2000s). The age where Boy Bands roamed the earth.
It was considerably less dirty, you could almost always dance to it, and often, it was inspirational.
Take for example, All Star
It told a generation of kids, with a fantastic beat and FUN –damentals, that basically they were amazing,, and they could do just about anything if they thought outside of the box.
And Solar Vacation. I used to hate that song whenever it was on the radio, but now I have come to realize that it was a part of my childhood and had better damn well get used to it.
And need I even mention the Spice Girls, Bowling for Soup (the early years), Chumbawumba, Five Iron Frenzy, Hanson, Britney Spears (with clothes on) Alanis Morissette, Blink 182, FM Static….what else am I missing? There was a lot is the point I’m trying to get across.
We’ve got the basics at least.
Kids just aren’t educated in the classics like they should be.
I was at a dance a few years ago at the end of the state fair when MMMBop comes on.
Now my immediate reaction is, oh hellz yeah, now this is a party, when 3 or 4 of my friends turn to me and say, “I’ve never heard this song before”
NEVER HEARD THIS SONG BEFORE
They were only 2 years younger than me at the most!
This is a travesty.
I have educated them since then, but still.
We can’t let this great music just shrivel up in history.
We need to broadcast it!
Shout it high on the rooftops!
Sing it loud in the showers!
And dance to it in the rain.
Anything that is loud, obnoxious, and children will have to hear.
And that is my challenge of the day to you fine BEDA-ers. Don’t let the music you love die.
Look at Maureen. I bet we all listen to a little bit more ABBA than we used to, now don’t we?
Acronym (and if you were wondering, MILF did count as yesterday’s, but I am NOT typing that out on here-you already know)
ABBA –Already the Best Band Around (thanks Jill)
It was considerably less dirty, you could almost always dance to it, and often, it was inspirational.
Take for example, All Star
It told a generation of kids, with a fantastic beat and FUN –damentals, that basically they were amazing,, and they could do just about anything if they thought outside of the box.
And Solar Vacation. I used to hate that song whenever it was on the radio, but now I have come to realize that it was a part of my childhood and had better damn well get used to it.
And need I even mention the Spice Girls, Bowling for Soup (the early years), Chumbawumba, Five Iron Frenzy, Hanson, Britney Spears (with clothes on) Alanis Morissette, Blink 182, FM Static….what else am I missing? There was a lot is the point I’m trying to get across.
We’ve got the basics at least.
Kids just aren’t educated in the classics like they should be.
I was at a dance a few years ago at the end of the state fair when MMMBop comes on.
Now my immediate reaction is, oh hellz yeah, now this is a party, when 3 or 4 of my friends turn to me and say, “I’ve never heard this song before”
NEVER HEARD THIS SONG BEFORE
They were only 2 years younger than me at the most!
This is a travesty.
I have educated them since then, but still.
We can’t let this great music just shrivel up in history.
We need to broadcast it!
Shout it high on the rooftops!
Sing it loud in the showers!
And dance to it in the rain.
Anything that is loud, obnoxious, and children will have to hear.
And that is my challenge of the day to you fine BEDA-ers. Don’t let the music you love die.
Look at Maureen. I bet we all listen to a little bit more ABBA than we used to, now don’t we?
Acronym (and if you were wondering, MILF did count as yesterday’s, but I am NOT typing that out on here-you already know)
ABBA –Already the Best Band Around (thanks Jill)
Where I Sound Preachy, But Thank You :) (Day 9)
I have recently realized I don’t know HALF the things kids my age are out there doing. And quite honestly, I don’t want to know. (I had a hunch before, but it has become confirmed now)
Generally I give people the benefit of the doubt, sticking to the idea that people aren’t really stupid, they’re just unmotivated.
And I’m no prude. I know A LOT about what’s happening out there, I’m a well rounded person, I’m educated. I just didn’t think it was happening around people I would never suspect it of.
This is also where I have come to realize that my friends and I have kind of combined the best of everything to create a little group.
We can discuss almost anything, we’re open to new ideas, we’re the kind of smart where you know you are, but you don’t find the need to flaunt it, basically we’re just awesome people with clear concepts of what we want our morals to be.
We don’t drink because either we have alcoholic parents and can see why it’s a bad idea, don’t see the appeal because of all of the stupid things that happen to happen around alcohol or because…we just don’t spend anytime with people who do drink so why would we?
We don’t smoke; it’s basically a death sentence from my point of view.
We don’t run around with bad guys (or bad girls for that matter). They have enough tail, if they want us; they’re going to have to try harder.
I don’t want to sound preachy, because I’m not here to judge or run anyone’s life.
I understand that people do see things differently than I do.
But when I look around my school, there are 8th graders sleeping with 19 year olds, 7th graders running around in short skirts, and sixth graders who have been so utterly uneducated that they use words they can’t even BEGIN to understand.
But they say it because they heard it before (I swear to god they were using MILF on the bus and when I finally turned around to ask them if they knew what it meant, none of them could answer me. They only knew it had mom in it.* shakes head*)
I just want to take this moment to thank the good influences in my life.
And I would like to thank the BEDA people, nerdfighters, just everyone who chooses to show their nerdy and not be ashamed of it.
If more people stopped pretending they were something they’re not and started showing their true selves, the children of the world would have better examples, we wouldn’t have to worry about the direction the world is turning in, and there would just be a greater level of awesome around.
So thank you, for being awesome
Nerds FTW.
Generally I give people the benefit of the doubt, sticking to the idea that people aren’t really stupid, they’re just unmotivated.
And I’m no prude. I know A LOT about what’s happening out there, I’m a well rounded person, I’m educated. I just didn’t think it was happening around people I would never suspect it of.
This is also where I have come to realize that my friends and I have kind of combined the best of everything to create a little group.
We can discuss almost anything, we’re open to new ideas, we’re the kind of smart where you know you are, but you don’t find the need to flaunt it, basically we’re just awesome people with clear concepts of what we want our morals to be.
We don’t drink because either we have alcoholic parents and can see why it’s a bad idea, don’t see the appeal because of all of the stupid things that happen to happen around alcohol or because…we just don’t spend anytime with people who do drink so why would we?
We don’t smoke; it’s basically a death sentence from my point of view.
We don’t run around with bad guys (or bad girls for that matter). They have enough tail, if they want us; they’re going to have to try harder.
I don’t want to sound preachy, because I’m not here to judge or run anyone’s life.
I understand that people do see things differently than I do.
But when I look around my school, there are 8th graders sleeping with 19 year olds, 7th graders running around in short skirts, and sixth graders who have been so utterly uneducated that they use words they can’t even BEGIN to understand.
But they say it because they heard it before (I swear to god they were using MILF on the bus and when I finally turned around to ask them if they knew what it meant, none of them could answer me. They only knew it had mom in it.* shakes head*)
I just want to take this moment to thank the good influences in my life.
And I would like to thank the BEDA people, nerdfighters, just everyone who chooses to show their nerdy and not be ashamed of it.
If more people stopped pretending they were something they’re not and started showing their true selves, the children of the world would have better examples, we wouldn’t have to worry about the direction the world is turning in, and there would just be a greater level of awesome around.
So thank you, for being awesome
Nerds FTW.
Google-bating? Come on, you do it too... (Day 8)
Well, I was planning on switching to a video today, I even got my pretty little camera out, went outside, set up a blanket, set up the tripod, turned on the camera…wait. Why isn’t it working? Why isn’t…CRAP!
No battery power.
So I decided that was a sign from the netherworlds that today I should continue to blog.
And I shall
I’ve also decided that my ipod likes to make little jokes, and is more intelligent than that of its species.
I put my pod (that’s what we’re callin’ ‘em these days, our “pods” wicked, I know) on shuffle and I start skipping around songs, totally defeating the purpose of the shuffle when this song comes up…
“You oughtta Know” – Alanis Morrisette
then…
“I don’t want to know”- The Donnas
wait, there’s one more…
“Don’t argue with me” – by, I can’t remember but they also wrote ‘Dare to Love’
You see, my ipod has conversations with itself. Isn’t it just a little genius :)
And, as always,, my DVR has been taping things very, very useful to my lifetime experience and educations. That’s right, you guessed it, Graham Norton has gotten himself into more of his little shananagans.
I won’t elaborate on the entire show, for there were a few graphic moments (what those brits let on tv)
But I did pick up a new piece of vocab from Kevin Bacon.
Mastur-Googling : the act of looking oneself up online
Can also be substitued for Google-bating.
So, the next time you see a YouTube video where they’re doing the GoogleMeme, you’ll know what they’re really doing. Google-bating
And feel free to tell them they’re doing so.
If but only to give others reading the comments a laugh :)
That’s all I have for today, nothing exciting happened, as usual
DFTBA
Acronym-
NEXT – Never, Ever X-ray Tephlan
No battery power.
So I decided that was a sign from the netherworlds that today I should continue to blog.
And I shall
I’ve also decided that my ipod likes to make little jokes, and is more intelligent than that of its species.
I put my pod (that’s what we’re callin’ ‘em these days, our “pods” wicked, I know) on shuffle and I start skipping around songs, totally defeating the purpose of the shuffle when this song comes up…
“You oughtta Know” – Alanis Morrisette
then…
“I don’t want to know”- The Donnas
wait, there’s one more…
“Don’t argue with me” – by, I can’t remember but they also wrote ‘Dare to Love’
You see, my ipod has conversations with itself. Isn’t it just a little genius :)
And, as always,, my DVR has been taping things very, very useful to my lifetime experience and educations. That’s right, you guessed it, Graham Norton has gotten himself into more of his little shananagans.
I won’t elaborate on the entire show, for there were a few graphic moments (what those brits let on tv)
But I did pick up a new piece of vocab from Kevin Bacon.
Mastur-Googling : the act of looking oneself up online
Can also be substitued for Google-bating.
So, the next time you see a YouTube video where they’re doing the GoogleMeme, you’ll know what they’re really doing. Google-bating
And feel free to tell them they’re doing so.
If but only to give others reading the comments a laugh :)
That’s all I have for today, nothing exciting happened, as usual
DFTBA
Acronym-
NEXT – Never, Ever X-ray Tephlan
Bablings about my Spring Break (Day 7)
Blogging, blogging, blogging…
This would be a lot easier if I had a laptop.
Or a computer in my room, because as of right now I am in the middle of the living room with people arguing about whether something about something something is better then that other thing with this other big something something. Are they talking about cars? Architecture? Scrabble? I would tell you but I have no real desire to figure it out.
But the fact still remains, I need a laptop.
Blogging would be A LOT easier with a laptop.
• Could work outside
• Could work at school
• Could work on bus
• Could work in garage
• Could work on rocks
• Could work under a box
• Could work in time machine
• Could work in Uruguay
Well, you get the concept.
But no, here I am.
Watching tropical fish frolic to my left and staring at random horse references/cook books on my right (neither of which get used at all. sad)
But I shall push on to bring you entertainment.
That is, if you’re reading this.
And if you’re not reading this, then you’re getting entertainment elsewhere, so I guess that’s ok.
Uhh…I just want to go to sleep.
I had another good day today.
And still, I don’t understand what it is.
But my spring break (3 days off of school so does NOT count as a spring break, but whatev) starts Thursday. Maybe I’m just happy because I know I’m going to get a break from all of the incessant math assignments, English speeches, and book reports.
Yes, I like this thought, it’s quite freeing.
Maybe I’ll even go get my license.
But I highly doubt it. I never practice driving and will probably hit someone if they actually give it to me. (I’m really not that good. I’m smart, I’m just not vigilant)
Also, I SUCK at parallel parking.
Now, I know everyone says this, but how many of those people actually ran over the traffic cone at the behind-the-wheel place, TWICE.
While I was with my MOM, not even an instructor.
It might have been the shamrock shakes distracting me, but still, this is not an excuse.
Oh well. I guess I will just be confined to a bike for the rest of my life. That should, hopefully, be easier when I get to college though. Right now I live a good 8 miles away from the nearest gas station, let alone Wal-Mart.
Well, I got my rant on, so it’s time for a poor acronym I am going to come up with from the CD’s next to me.
TOOTSIE- Totally Obsessive Omnivores Tasting Samples of Ivory Elephants.
This would be a lot easier if I had a laptop.
Or a computer in my room, because as of right now I am in the middle of the living room with people arguing about whether something about something something is better then that other thing with this other big something something. Are they talking about cars? Architecture? Scrabble? I would tell you but I have no real desire to figure it out.
But the fact still remains, I need a laptop.
Blogging would be A LOT easier with a laptop.
• Could work outside
• Could work at school
• Could work on bus
• Could work in garage
• Could work on rocks
• Could work under a box
• Could work in time machine
• Could work in Uruguay
Well, you get the concept.
But no, here I am.
Watching tropical fish frolic to my left and staring at random horse references/cook books on my right (neither of which get used at all. sad)
But I shall push on to bring you entertainment.
That is, if you’re reading this.
And if you’re not reading this, then you’re getting entertainment elsewhere, so I guess that’s ok.
Uhh…I just want to go to sleep.
I had another good day today.
And still, I don’t understand what it is.
But my spring break (3 days off of school so does NOT count as a spring break, but whatev) starts Thursday. Maybe I’m just happy because I know I’m going to get a break from all of the incessant math assignments, English speeches, and book reports.
Yes, I like this thought, it’s quite freeing.
Maybe I’ll even go get my license.
But I highly doubt it. I never practice driving and will probably hit someone if they actually give it to me. (I’m really not that good. I’m smart, I’m just not vigilant)
Also, I SUCK at parallel parking.
Now, I know everyone says this, but how many of those people actually ran over the traffic cone at the behind-the-wheel place, TWICE.
While I was with my MOM, not even an instructor.
It might have been the shamrock shakes distracting me, but still, this is not an excuse.
Oh well. I guess I will just be confined to a bike for the rest of my life. That should, hopefully, be easier when I get to college though. Right now I live a good 8 miles away from the nearest gas station, let alone Wal-Mart.
Well, I got my rant on, so it’s time for a poor acronym I am going to come up with from the CD’s next to me.
TOOTSIE- Totally Obsessive Omnivores Tasting Samples of Ivory Elephants.
A Spice Girl quirk is better than drugs (Day 6)
Hello there BEDA members!
I haven’t a specific topic today, so I believe I shall ramble myself up to one page and be done with it.
One oddity of today, I have been extremely happy, ALL DAY LONG. Like, since I had awaken until right now. I want to make it clear right now that this is a natural high, and not induced by drugs of abuse (or prescribed drugs for that matter)
Now, you might be saying “Alysha, that’s great! But might I inquire as to what has made you this way so that I may reach this incredible state of AMAZING?”
And that’s where I hit my oddity.
I can’t pinpoint why I’m happy.
So I’ve decided that it is a combination of
1. BEDA
This experience has been great for me. Getting my thoughts out, having a goal, and helping me like English better because A. this is not graded, B. I can write about anything I want, and C. you guys are all really supportive and that’s just a great influence to think about when you’re writing.
2. YouTube Downloader/ Ipod file Converters.
WOW! I have been watching some of my favorite vids all day long and have shared them with my other friends who are now seeing a whole different side of my life that, I believe, is really opening up their perceptions of me.
3. Blogging gives a false sense of accomplishment.
For me, it feels like finishing an assignment every time I finish a blog. Downside to this, I procrastinate on my other homework because I already feel like I’ve done enough to deserve an A (which I hope I do, as long as you, my new peeps, are happy and entertained. I wish I could give all of you who read this a lollipop :b )
4. positive attitude
This I have worked on for a while, and now, with the help of good examples I have really achieved one. I can make almost any situation into an opportunity of awesome. Some situations take some thought, but don’t worry! The silver lining is out there somewhere!
And finally, and distinctly (I kind of could have mashed all four above into one if I had tried)
5. The Spice Girls
Now, just hold on right where you are.
I can tell what you’re thinking and I am going to answer you right now.
They are NOT outdated, they are NOT washed up, and they still sound PHENOMINAL
Admit it; they were one of the best parts of your childhood.
You had the CD, you had the movie, and/or you had the shirt.
And if you didn’t, you were missing out, take it from me.
But the odd thing is, I have a cycle when it comes to the Spice Girls
Month 1: “Oh My God! Why did I EVER stop listening to them! I must spread their message of love and never giving up on the good times to EVERYONE I KNOW AND LOVE!
Month 2: “yeah, I guess their okay, I’m just not 9 anymore.”
Month 3: “meh”
Month 4: “I can’t BELIEVE I used to listen to them, I can’t even believe I have them on my computer. I should probably sell those CDs”
Months 5-9 there is no activity until…
Month 10: “Oh My God! Why did I EVER stop listening to them! I must spread their message of love and never giving up on the good times to EVERYONE I KNOW AND LOVE!
This cycle has repeated itself many times since I have entered high school and all started in seventh grade when I found my Spice World movie and decided to watch it one more time, relive my childhood, and then immediately tape over it with a History Channel show about the rise and fall of Rome (I have been nerdy for a very long time)
BUT NO
I watched it about 6 times.
Bought both CDs (I lost my original)
Started listening to their solo work (Melanie Chisholm, still one of my favorite artists btw, just got her new album ‘This Time’ in September.)
And started watching old YouTube videos of them.
So basically, all out obsession.
But in a good way, because I’m not stalking.
And that is always a step in a good direction.
But I just feel I need to inform you, fine people of BEDA, because we are re-entering month 1, so this is about to get very interesting. (I stayed up until midnight last night to watch the movie. I blame the fiveawesomegirls’ fiveawesomeSPICEgirlsvideo. It put the idea in my head)
Well, that’s probably enough confessional for today.
And I didn’t forget, acronym of the day:
MARCH:
Meandering Around Really Chunky Husbands
By, Amanda (wow that girl has some issues ;p )
~DFTBA~
Alysha
I haven’t a specific topic today, so I believe I shall ramble myself up to one page and be done with it.
One oddity of today, I have been extremely happy, ALL DAY LONG. Like, since I had awaken until right now. I want to make it clear right now that this is a natural high, and not induced by drugs of abuse (or prescribed drugs for that matter)
Now, you might be saying “Alysha, that’s great! But might I inquire as to what has made you this way so that I may reach this incredible state of AMAZING?”
And that’s where I hit my oddity.
I can’t pinpoint why I’m happy.
So I’ve decided that it is a combination of
1. BEDA
This experience has been great for me. Getting my thoughts out, having a goal, and helping me like English better because A. this is not graded, B. I can write about anything I want, and C. you guys are all really supportive and that’s just a great influence to think about when you’re writing.
2. YouTube Downloader/ Ipod file Converters.
WOW! I have been watching some of my favorite vids all day long and have shared them with my other friends who are now seeing a whole different side of my life that, I believe, is really opening up their perceptions of me.
3. Blogging gives a false sense of accomplishment.
For me, it feels like finishing an assignment every time I finish a blog. Downside to this, I procrastinate on my other homework because I already feel like I’ve done enough to deserve an A (which I hope I do, as long as you, my new peeps, are happy and entertained. I wish I could give all of you who read this a lollipop :b )
4. positive attitude
This I have worked on for a while, and now, with the help of good examples I have really achieved one. I can make almost any situation into an opportunity of awesome. Some situations take some thought, but don’t worry! The silver lining is out there somewhere!
And finally, and distinctly (I kind of could have mashed all four above into one if I had tried)
5. The Spice Girls
Now, just hold on right where you are.
I can tell what you’re thinking and I am going to answer you right now.
They are NOT outdated, they are NOT washed up, and they still sound PHENOMINAL
Admit it; they were one of the best parts of your childhood.
You had the CD, you had the movie, and/or you had the shirt.
And if you didn’t, you were missing out, take it from me.
But the odd thing is, I have a cycle when it comes to the Spice Girls
Month 1: “Oh My God! Why did I EVER stop listening to them! I must spread their message of love and never giving up on the good times to EVERYONE I KNOW AND LOVE!
Month 2: “yeah, I guess their okay, I’m just not 9 anymore.”
Month 3: “meh”
Month 4: “I can’t BELIEVE I used to listen to them, I can’t even believe I have them on my computer. I should probably sell those CDs”
Months 5-9 there is no activity until…
Month 10: “Oh My God! Why did I EVER stop listening to them! I must spread their message of love and never giving up on the good times to EVERYONE I KNOW AND LOVE!
This cycle has repeated itself many times since I have entered high school and all started in seventh grade when I found my Spice World movie and decided to watch it one more time, relive my childhood, and then immediately tape over it with a History Channel show about the rise and fall of Rome (I have been nerdy for a very long time)
BUT NO
I watched it about 6 times.
Bought both CDs (I lost my original)
Started listening to their solo work (Melanie Chisholm, still one of my favorite artists btw, just got her new album ‘This Time’ in September.)
And started watching old YouTube videos of them.
So basically, all out obsession.
But in a good way, because I’m not stalking.
And that is always a step in a good direction.
But I just feel I need to inform you, fine people of BEDA, because we are re-entering month 1, so this is about to get very interesting. (I stayed up until midnight last night to watch the movie. I blame the fiveawesomegirls’ fiveawesomeSPICEgirlsvideo. It put the idea in my head)
Well, that’s probably enough confessional for today.
And I didn’t forget, acronym of the day:
MARCH:
Meandering Around Really Chunky Husbands
By, Amanda (wow that girl has some issues ;p )
~DFTBA~
Alysha
WHY BLOGGING IS GOOD FOR YOUR SOCIAL LIFE (Day 5)
Why,Hello awesome, skillaged people of the internet.
I am here to point out a few reasons why blogging is good for your social life (no matter what your so called “friends” may be telling you)
Point 1.
It helps you to express personal feelings and opinions you wouldn’t otherwise get out into the general public.
You have a WORLD WIDE audience of other people who understand you and many of whom share your same thoughts. Get them out there! People are waiting for their thoughts to be expressed by you.
Point 2.
You’re making new friends.
This is pretty much self explanatory. You’re talking to new people from all around the world, increasing your mad social skillz, making everyone feel included, and being a good supporter. (Which I believe should be worth extra credit in health class because this is all their trying to get across. The problem is, I already understand this concept and., therefore, fall asleep amidst the extreme level of boredom I reach)
Point 3.
You know how sometimes you see someone, and you’re like, “wow, I would really love to be their friend” so all-of-a-sudden (man I hate that phrase) you start talking, acting, sometimes even walking the way they do, because you want other people to want to be friends with you that way, thus enabling the cycle.
Well, this brings about 2 new secret, underlying points.
Secret inside point 1: When you blog you don’t feel these pressures. People are really getting to know who you are and like you for it
Secret inside point 2: The BEDA community is a great influence, so if you feel the influence, you are being even more random, insightful, and just blatantly more AWESOME then you were before.
This can even rub off on your own friends, increasing the general awesome of the world.
(Which really, isn’t that the whole goal here. Other than the world dominations, subliminal messages in your cereal thing, but that’s just a given.)
Point 4.
If you can write, you can speak.
Welcome to the new world of vocabulary! This will increase your test scores and your understanding of books! CONGRADULATIONS!
Point 5.
Who doesn’t want to walk into a room, throw up their arms and exclaim, “I JUST TALKED TO (insert amazing person here) ON THE NING! YAH-WHOOOOOO!!!!”
And then dodge out as fast as they can, I mean really. Lifelong goal – achieved.
(I shall leave the amazing person up to you, examples are: Maureen Johnson (obviously) John Green, Alex Day, Kristina Horner, etc, and so forth. BRANCH OUT! Also, if you’d like, tell me who your amazing person would be in the comments! I dolove feedback :p )
And finally,
Point six.
How important is your social life right now, I mean REALLY?
Where are your friends RIGHT NOW?
Because if you’re here reading this, then get one of the Eighteen things to do Whenever out of the way and ADMIT IT. The Ning is your new best friend, and you are totally, and completely okay with that.
So, I hope this helps you realize what a special thing you have stumbled upon here, may the awesome always be with you. :-)
OH, also, I forgot to do an acronym yesterday, so you get TWO today! Yay!!!!
GNTDI- Get Nerds To Do It
SWAG - Scientific Wild-A$$ Guess
I am here to point out a few reasons why blogging is good for your social life (no matter what your so called “friends” may be telling you)
Point 1.
It helps you to express personal feelings and opinions you wouldn’t otherwise get out into the general public.
You have a WORLD WIDE audience of other people who understand you and many of whom share your same thoughts. Get them out there! People are waiting for their thoughts to be expressed by you.
Point 2.
You’re making new friends.
This is pretty much self explanatory. You’re talking to new people from all around the world, increasing your mad social skillz, making everyone feel included, and being a good supporter. (Which I believe should be worth extra credit in health class because this is all their trying to get across. The problem is, I already understand this concept and., therefore, fall asleep amidst the extreme level of boredom I reach)
Point 3.
You know how sometimes you see someone, and you’re like, “wow, I would really love to be their friend” so all-of-a-sudden (man I hate that phrase) you start talking, acting, sometimes even walking the way they do, because you want other people to want to be friends with you that way, thus enabling the cycle.
Well, this brings about 2 new secret, underlying points.
Secret inside point 1: When you blog you don’t feel these pressures. People are really getting to know who you are and like you for it
Secret inside point 2: The BEDA community is a great influence, so if you feel the influence, you are being even more random, insightful, and just blatantly more AWESOME then you were before.
This can even rub off on your own friends, increasing the general awesome of the world.
(Which really, isn’t that the whole goal here. Other than the world dominations, subliminal messages in your cereal thing, but that’s just a given.)
Point 4.
If you can write, you can speak.
Welcome to the new world of vocabulary! This will increase your test scores and your understanding of books! CONGRADULATIONS!
Point 5.
Who doesn’t want to walk into a room, throw up their arms and exclaim, “I JUST TALKED TO (insert amazing person here) ON THE NING! YAH-WHOOOOOO!!!!”
And then dodge out as fast as they can, I mean really. Lifelong goal – achieved.
(I shall leave the amazing person up to you, examples are: Maureen Johnson (obviously) John Green, Alex Day, Kristina Horner, etc, and so forth. BRANCH OUT! Also, if you’d like, tell me who your amazing person would be in the comments! I dolove feedback :p )
And finally,
Point six.
How important is your social life right now, I mean REALLY?
Where are your friends RIGHT NOW?
Because if you’re here reading this, then get one of the Eighteen things to do Whenever out of the way and ADMIT IT. The Ning is your new best friend, and you are totally, and completely okay with that.
So, I hope this helps you realize what a special thing you have stumbled upon here, may the awesome always be with you. :-)
OH, also, I forgot to do an acronym yesterday, so you get TWO today! Yay!!!!
GNTDI- Get Nerds To Do It
SWAG - Scientific Wild-A$$ Guess
Puppy Pants (Day 4)
Ahhh, the weekend. Sleeping until 8:00, eating some breakfast, watching the History Channel, falling asleep until 5:00, the good life. But I tore myself away from the glorious Sci-Fi Grendel just to come spend some time with you lovely people.
And because my dog was outside and needed a bath.
One of the WORST chores, I think. I mean, she needs one everyday in the spring because of the mud. Which there is a lot of since I live in the country and my dog spends all day rounding up the horses in the pasture (which mean it’s not JUST mud, either. You know what I mean)
Plus the fact that she hates the bathtub, it scares her, and is not very fond of water in the first place.
The first time I got her to swim with me in the pond was a miracle, she was tiny and it was about 2 weeks after I got her. This was the time when I was still calling her my little fluffy birth control, because many people know, after you get a puppy, children are pretty much out of the mind. She wanted to spend EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE WITH ME. Which you shouldn’t mistake for love, the problem was she was afraid of being alone. She only went in the water so that I wouldn’t swim away from her, and once she realized I wasn’t going far she went straight back onto the safety of high ground. So much for my water-guppy theories.
But I guess I knew what I was signing up for, buying a mix of border collie and Australian shepherd, she was going to be wild, fast, intelligent, obsessive, and loyal (or needy, the case for the first few months of her life)
She was also going to be an alarm clock, something I did NOT SIGN UP FOR.
I’m 16, in the summer, I like to sleep until noon. Who doesn’t? but not last summer, OH NO.
My little monster was up at 5 o’clock EVERY MORNING! I got to know the morning Disney line up very well. We always went out to potty during Lilo & Stitch, after Dave the Barbarian, but before The Little Mermaid. Ugh.
Then she wanted to be outside by 7. This was NOT happening, so for about 2 weeks I actually resorted to sleeping in the bed of my mom’s truck. This is NO JOKE. I would wake up, let her outside, grab my comforter and head out into the unsuspecting morning to sleep in the bed of a truck where the morning dew liked to pool at my feet.
Ok, so waking up outside wasn’t all bad, it was actually okay if my back didn’t hurt from the ridges, and my face wasn’t dented from the patterns.
What was bad was she didn’t even play while I was sleeping! She would wine, and cry, and scratch at me in my room if I wouldn’t go outside with her but once I was out there she would lay under the truck and sleep. SLEEP! Like we couldn’t do that inside and save my parents the embarrassment of explaining to their friends why their daughter was sleeping on the truck bed like a hick.
Not to mention the mosquitoes. They were the worst.
And I would have slept on a cot except she was at the age where chewing on me was okay. Which she did, frequently. If my hand was in reach of her mouth, it was a gonner. And sharp little puppy teeth + my arm = blood on the living room carpet. And I’m not a bleeder.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I got her and I love her little wiggly squiggly silly pants walk, and I didn’t bleed usually, and it’s mostly my fault for indulging her behavior, but still. This should serve as a warning before you get a puppy, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE ENERGY!
And can manipulate others into helping you without the indignancy to say ‘it’s your dog’ if you’re gonna call her YOUR dog then she’s YOUR responsibility.
The secret to getting them to help, however, I will give you now.
Outlast them
Maybe you hear the dog crying to go out, maybe if they ask you DON’T hear the dog crying to go out.
Maybe YOU sleep very soundly and just never hear that little thing howling.
Or maybe YOU didn’t see her potty on the floor.
All of these possibilities can help you get out of don’t things. Act ignorant.
And always pray that you don’t get a dog with EPS (excitable peeing syndrome) It’s a real thing, it’s a real problem, and it is VERY hard to explain to strangers why your dog just peed on their shoes.
And because my dog was outside and needed a bath.
One of the WORST chores, I think. I mean, she needs one everyday in the spring because of the mud. Which there is a lot of since I live in the country and my dog spends all day rounding up the horses in the pasture (which mean it’s not JUST mud, either. You know what I mean)
Plus the fact that she hates the bathtub, it scares her, and is not very fond of water in the first place.
The first time I got her to swim with me in the pond was a miracle, she was tiny and it was about 2 weeks after I got her. This was the time when I was still calling her my little fluffy birth control, because many people know, after you get a puppy, children are pretty much out of the mind. She wanted to spend EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE WITH ME. Which you shouldn’t mistake for love, the problem was she was afraid of being alone. She only went in the water so that I wouldn’t swim away from her, and once she realized I wasn’t going far she went straight back onto the safety of high ground. So much for my water-guppy theories.
But I guess I knew what I was signing up for, buying a mix of border collie and Australian shepherd, she was going to be wild, fast, intelligent, obsessive, and loyal (or needy, the case for the first few months of her life)
She was also going to be an alarm clock, something I did NOT SIGN UP FOR.
I’m 16, in the summer, I like to sleep until noon. Who doesn’t? but not last summer, OH NO.
My little monster was up at 5 o’clock EVERY MORNING! I got to know the morning Disney line up very well. We always went out to potty during Lilo & Stitch, after Dave the Barbarian, but before The Little Mermaid. Ugh.
Then she wanted to be outside by 7. This was NOT happening, so for about 2 weeks I actually resorted to sleeping in the bed of my mom’s truck. This is NO JOKE. I would wake up, let her outside, grab my comforter and head out into the unsuspecting morning to sleep in the bed of a truck where the morning dew liked to pool at my feet.
Ok, so waking up outside wasn’t all bad, it was actually okay if my back didn’t hurt from the ridges, and my face wasn’t dented from the patterns.
What was bad was she didn’t even play while I was sleeping! She would wine, and cry, and scratch at me in my room if I wouldn’t go outside with her but once I was out there she would lay under the truck and sleep. SLEEP! Like we couldn’t do that inside and save my parents the embarrassment of explaining to their friends why their daughter was sleeping on the truck bed like a hick.
Not to mention the mosquitoes. They were the worst.
And I would have slept on a cot except she was at the age where chewing on me was okay. Which she did, frequently. If my hand was in reach of her mouth, it was a gonner. And sharp little puppy teeth + my arm = blood on the living room carpet. And I’m not a bleeder.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I got her and I love her little wiggly squiggly silly pants walk, and I didn’t bleed usually, and it’s mostly my fault for indulging her behavior, but still. This should serve as a warning before you get a puppy, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE ENERGY!
And can manipulate others into helping you without the indignancy to say ‘it’s your dog’ if you’re gonna call her YOUR dog then she’s YOUR responsibility.
The secret to getting them to help, however, I will give you now.
Outlast them
Maybe you hear the dog crying to go out, maybe if they ask you DON’T hear the dog crying to go out.
Maybe YOU sleep very soundly and just never hear that little thing howling.
Or maybe YOU didn’t see her potty on the floor.
All of these possibilities can help you get out of don’t things. Act ignorant.
And always pray that you don’t get a dog with EPS (excitable peeing syndrome) It’s a real thing, it’s a real problem, and it is VERY hard to explain to strangers why your dog just peed on their shoes.
Puppy Pants (Day 4)
Ahhh, the weekend. Sleeping until 8:00, eating some breakfast, watching the History Channel, falling asleep until 5:00, the good life. But I tore myself away from the glorious Sci-Fi Grendel just to come spend some time with you lovely people.
And because my dog was outside and needed a bath.
One of the WORST chores, I think. I mean, she needs one everyday in the spring because of the mud. Which there is a lot of since I live in the country and my dog spends all day rounding up the horses in the pasture (which mean it’s not JUST mud, either. You know what I mean)
Plus the fact that she hates the bathtub, it scares her, and is not very fond of water in the first place.
The first time I got her to swim with me in the pond was a miracle, she was tiny and it was about 2 weeks after I got her. This was the time when I was still calling her my little fluffy birth control, because many people know, after you get a puppy, children are pretty much out of the mind. She wanted to spend EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE WITH ME. Which you shouldn’t mistake for love, the problem was she was afraid of being alone. She only went in the water so that I wouldn’t swim away from her, and once she realized I wasn’t going far she went straight back onto the safety of high ground. So much for my water-guppy theories.
But I guess I knew what I was signing up for, buying a mix of border collie and Australian shepherd, she was going to be wild, fast, intelligent, obsessive, and loyal (or needy, the case for the first few months of her life)
She was also going to be an alarm clock, something I did NOT SIGN UP FOR.
I’m 16, in the summer, I like to sleep until noon. Who doesn’t? but not last summer, OH NO.
My little monster was up at 5 o’clock EVERY MORNING! I got to know the morning Disney line up very well. We always went out to potty during Lilo & Stitch, after Dave the Barbarian, but before The Little Mermaid. Ugh.
Then she wanted to be outside by 7. This was NOT happening, so for about 2 weeks I actually resorted to sleeping in the bed of my mom’s truck. This is NO JOKE. I would wake up, let her outside, grab my comforter and head out into the unsuspecting morning to sleep in the bed of a truck where the morning dew liked to pool at my feet.
Ok, so waking up outside wasn’t all bad, it was actually okay if my back didn’t hurt from the ridges, and my face wasn’t dented from the patterns.
What was bad was she didn’t even play while I was sleeping! She would wine, and cry, and scratch at me in my room if I wouldn’t go outside with her but once I was out there she would lay under the truck and sleep. SLEEP! Like we couldn’t do that inside and save my parents the embarrassment of explaining to their friends why their daughter was sleeping on the truck bed like a hick.
Not to mention the mosquitoes. They were the worst.
And I would have slept on a cot except she was at the age where chewing on me was okay. Which she did, frequently. If my hand was in reach of her mouth, it was a gonner. And sharp little puppy teeth + my arm = blood on the living room carpet. And I’m not a bleeder.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I got her and I love her little wiggly squiggly silly pants walk, and I didn’t bleed usually, and it’s mostly my fault for indulging her behavior, but still. This should serve as a warning before you get a puppy, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE ENERGY!
And can manipulate others into helping you without the indignancy to say ‘it’s your dog’ if you’re gonna call her YOUR dog then she’s YOUR responsibility.
The secret to getting them to help, however, I will give you now.
Outlast them
Maybe you hear the dog crying to go out, maybe if they ask you DON’T hear the dog crying to go out.
Maybe YOU sleep very soundly and just never hear that little thing howling.
Or maybe YOU didn’t see her potty on the floor.
All of these possibilities can help you get out of don’t things. Act ignorant.
And always pray that you don’t get a dog with EPS (excitable peeing syndrome) It’s a real thing, it’s a real problem, and it is VERY hard to explain to strangers why your dog just peed on their shoes.
And because my dog was outside and needed a bath.
One of the WORST chores, I think. I mean, she needs one everyday in the spring because of the mud. Which there is a lot of since I live in the country and my dog spends all day rounding up the horses in the pasture (which mean it’s not JUST mud, either. You know what I mean)
Plus the fact that she hates the bathtub, it scares her, and is not very fond of water in the first place.
The first time I got her to swim with me in the pond was a miracle, she was tiny and it was about 2 weeks after I got her. This was the time when I was still calling her my little fluffy birth control, because many people know, after you get a puppy, children are pretty much out of the mind. She wanted to spend EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE WITH ME. Which you shouldn’t mistake for love, the problem was she was afraid of being alone. She only went in the water so that I wouldn’t swim away from her, and once she realized I wasn’t going far she went straight back onto the safety of high ground. So much for my water-guppy theories.
But I guess I knew what I was signing up for, buying a mix of border collie and Australian shepherd, she was going to be wild, fast, intelligent, obsessive, and loyal (or needy, the case for the first few months of her life)
She was also going to be an alarm clock, something I did NOT SIGN UP FOR.
I’m 16, in the summer, I like to sleep until noon. Who doesn’t? but not last summer, OH NO.
My little monster was up at 5 o’clock EVERY MORNING! I got to know the morning Disney line up very well. We always went out to potty during Lilo & Stitch, after Dave the Barbarian, but before The Little Mermaid. Ugh.
Then she wanted to be outside by 7. This was NOT happening, so for about 2 weeks I actually resorted to sleeping in the bed of my mom’s truck. This is NO JOKE. I would wake up, let her outside, grab my comforter and head out into the unsuspecting morning to sleep in the bed of a truck where the morning dew liked to pool at my feet.
Ok, so waking up outside wasn’t all bad, it was actually okay if my back didn’t hurt from the ridges, and my face wasn’t dented from the patterns.
What was bad was she didn’t even play while I was sleeping! She would wine, and cry, and scratch at me in my room if I wouldn’t go outside with her but once I was out there she would lay under the truck and sleep. SLEEP! Like we couldn’t do that inside and save my parents the embarrassment of explaining to their friends why their daughter was sleeping on the truck bed like a hick.
Not to mention the mosquitoes. They were the worst.
And I would have slept on a cot except she was at the age where chewing on me was okay. Which she did, frequently. If my hand was in reach of her mouth, it was a gonner. And sharp little puppy teeth + my arm = blood on the living room carpet. And I’m not a bleeder.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I got her and I love her little wiggly squiggly silly pants walk, and I didn’t bleed usually, and it’s mostly my fault for indulging her behavior, but still. This should serve as a warning before you get a puppy, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE ENERGY!
And can manipulate others into helping you without the indignancy to say ‘it’s your dog’ if you’re gonna call her YOUR dog then she’s YOUR responsibility.
The secret to getting them to help, however, I will give you now.
Outlast them
Maybe you hear the dog crying to go out, maybe if they ask you DON’T hear the dog crying to go out.
Maybe YOU sleep very soundly and just never hear that little thing howling.
Or maybe YOU didn’t see her potty on the floor.
All of these possibilities can help you get out of don’t things. Act ignorant.
And always pray that you don’t get a dog with EPS (excitable peeing syndrome) It’s a real thing, it’s a real problem, and it is VERY hard to explain to strangers why your dog just peed on their shoes.
What do you mean i'm supposed to post EVERYDAY? (Day 3)
You know what makes blogging hard? When the furry little monitor blockers, aka my cats, use their big, bushy tails to block out all of the important parts of my screen. Maybe if they sat in front of the part with the time, or the part just off to the side where you turn the computer off they wouldn’t be so bad, but NOOOOO. They sit directly in the middle of the screen, just because they know it makes me mad.
It’s a conspiracy. Worse than the moon landing but better than the JFK “assassination”. (Everyone KNOWS he went on to retirement in Arizona, duh)
You know what else makes blogging hard, forgetting to do it. Such as my scattery little brain did today.
I’m on the ning, reading other peoples blogs, talking, listening to music, enjoying the fresh aura that is the internet, when my friend calls.
I answer the phone and she starts asking me how you blog. I tell her everyone’s different; do what you want really when this question comes up.
“What did you write about today?”
“What do you mean? We didn’t have English today.”
“no, I mean online.”
Just then a light shined over my head.
“OH YEAH!, I forgot I had to write one of those today!”
How awful, I know. And this is after I had spent a good majority of my time trying to convince her to join BEDA. It’s really quite sad.
In all of the time when I wasn’t online today, other than school, I had done something of some importance. I found a new version of an old line. Now, I say, “it’s all fun and games until lighting hits the headstone.”
Now I know, I know, it’s not as good as, “it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt…then it’s hilarious.” Or “it’s all fun and games until someone laughs their ass off (sometimes they don’t grow back)” But mine is a secret inside joke between me and the Lifetime channel. Well, I guess the whole other six viewers might understand it too, but NO MORE! It is my special little inside joke and I like it that way.
Well, this is going to be a shorter blog, because I’m tired and don’t have much to say, but I PROMISE to make up for it this weekend, I have nothing to do but read, write, and make obscure observations, so BE PREPARED!
Oh, I almost forgot
I’m trying to do that acronym thing now.
Hmm….
Today I think I choose…CD_ROM :
Consumer Device, Rendered Obsolete in Months
And hang in there, by day 20, these blogs will have become funnier, I’m still workin out the stylez and skillz, of which I am still lacking.
BUT NEVER FEAR, Adequate-ATOR IS NEAR!
And he shall be here shortly, we just must have patients, flying is a nightmare now-a-days.
It’s a conspiracy. Worse than the moon landing but better than the JFK “assassination”. (Everyone KNOWS he went on to retirement in Arizona, duh)
You know what else makes blogging hard, forgetting to do it. Such as my scattery little brain did today.
I’m on the ning, reading other peoples blogs, talking, listening to music, enjoying the fresh aura that is the internet, when my friend calls.
I answer the phone and she starts asking me how you blog. I tell her everyone’s different; do what you want really when this question comes up.
“What did you write about today?”
“What do you mean? We didn’t have English today.”
“no, I mean online.”
Just then a light shined over my head.
“OH YEAH!, I forgot I had to write one of those today!”
How awful, I know. And this is after I had spent a good majority of my time trying to convince her to join BEDA. It’s really quite sad.
In all of the time when I wasn’t online today, other than school, I had done something of some importance. I found a new version of an old line. Now, I say, “it’s all fun and games until lighting hits the headstone.”
Now I know, I know, it’s not as good as, “it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt…then it’s hilarious.” Or “it’s all fun and games until someone laughs their ass off (sometimes they don’t grow back)” But mine is a secret inside joke between me and the Lifetime channel. Well, I guess the whole other six viewers might understand it too, but NO MORE! It is my special little inside joke and I like it that way.
Well, this is going to be a shorter blog, because I’m tired and don’t have much to say, but I PROMISE to make up for it this weekend, I have nothing to do but read, write, and make obscure observations, so BE PREPARED!
Oh, I almost forgot
I’m trying to do that acronym thing now.
Hmm….
Today I think I choose…CD_ROM :
Consumer Device, Rendered Obsolete in Months
And hang in there, by day 20, these blogs will have become funnier, I’m still workin out the stylez and skillz, of which I am still lacking.
BUT NEVER FEAR, Adequate-ATOR IS NEAR!
And he shall be here shortly, we just must have patients, flying is a nightmare now-a-days.
Kinnearing anyone? (Day 2)
Good…late afternoon, early evening. What do you call 7:30? That’s what they should be teaching us at school, instead of time zones, time units. They could at least be kind enough to put it at the back of those notebooks, you know the ones I mean, with the map of the United States, how to use punctuation, the conversions of different distance measuring units. I think that will be the next thing I shall crusade for, time units. I find it more lucrative than dividing fractions, I mean come on. Flip and multiply, who are they kidding?
Today has been quite beneficial, in my world anyway.
• I’m more than half way through ‘We Wish to Inform you that Tomorrow we will be Killed with our Families,’ the book that is as good as it’s title is long. (It truly is)
• I finished my box of Golden Grams
• I have successfully procrastinated on my English speech outline, math homework, history quiz studying, Spanish quiz studying, Spanish brochure on Uruguay, and finding information on the Precambrian period for my biology presentation. (this weekend’s going to be exciting)
• Got my EARTH DAY t-shirt from Mr. Canfield
• Got some answers correct in knowledge bowl
• Successfully avoided paying attention in Health
• And conjugated many a new verb tenses on the board in Spanish
All in all, a perfectly normal day.
This morning on the bus, however, I got to thinking.
I hate the acronym TLC. Why? It is completely unnecessary. When do people actually say Tender Love and Care. I mean, if you’re going to say it, say it
Don’t abbreviate it.
This proves the point that I spend WAY too much time on the bus.
But amongst all this thinking in the smelly, loud, annoying transportation I use to get to school, I decided that everyday I would either pick, or make up an acronym I like.
And today I have chosen: BATMAN: Buying A Toupee Makes Anyone Nervous
Now the obvious choice would have been to go with BEDA, VEDA, or DFTBA (since many of us are nerdfighters) but I find this to be cheating because A. I’m doing BEDA right now, and B. my class ring already had DFTBA across the side, so I have talked and explained that one to enough people (pretty much everyone I know)
So I have spoken, and the verdict was in favor of those who, like batman, were unsure about their new phase of life and had great obstacles to overcome.
Graham Norton anyone?
It’s no secret that I do enjoy the BBC quite a lot, be it an informative program, a sitcom (loves me some Coupling), or just the Catherine Tate Show. (please don’t ask why, I don’t quite understand myself other than “I’m not bovvered!”)
Lately I have been watching the Graham Norton show as well, and it is HILARIOUS. I never thought it would be, but it is so great. I recommend it to anyone. We went from taping large amounts of audience members together and sending them to the bathroom to talking to a German Knitting Nanny about the socks they had bought off the web page for his guests. Before talking to her, of course, we played ‘Guess the German Knitting Nanny’ which was a pleasure in itself. Long story short, my DVR has a new buddy to be spending Saturday nights with (or maybe it’s Friday, I’m not quite sure)
And who doesn’t love a good British accent, I can’t think of anyone.
Anyway, through this new infatuation I learned a new word, kinnearing. Many of you do this already; you just don’t know what to call it.
A definition:
1. kinnear
1) To take a picture of someone/something without looking through the viewfinder; usually done on the sly.
2) To secretly take a photo of the unsuspecting in a sneaky manner.
3) A method of photography developed by the Yarn Harlot
ex. I saw this woman wearing the worlds worst sweater, so I decided to kinnear her to show my friends.
2. kinnear
To surreptitiously photograph a celebrity or person of interest because you are too nervous or respectful of their privacy to ask for a photo
Ex.2. I saw Tiger Woods at the airport and I knew you wouldn't believe me so I kinneared him for photographic proof.
So now, when you’re walking around, snapping random photos, or stalking your favorite youtube celebrity you have the proper word to use/ put in the police report.
And you just sound cool saying it…
Today has been quite beneficial, in my world anyway.
• I’m more than half way through ‘We Wish to Inform you that Tomorrow we will be Killed with our Families,’ the book that is as good as it’s title is long. (It truly is)
• I finished my box of Golden Grams
• I have successfully procrastinated on my English speech outline, math homework, history quiz studying, Spanish quiz studying, Spanish brochure on Uruguay, and finding information on the Precambrian period for my biology presentation. (this weekend’s going to be exciting)
• Got my EARTH DAY t-shirt from Mr. Canfield
• Got some answers correct in knowledge bowl
• Successfully avoided paying attention in Health
• And conjugated many a new verb tenses on the board in Spanish
All in all, a perfectly normal day.
This morning on the bus, however, I got to thinking.
I hate the acronym TLC. Why? It is completely unnecessary. When do people actually say Tender Love and Care. I mean, if you’re going to say it, say it
Don’t abbreviate it.
This proves the point that I spend WAY too much time on the bus.
But amongst all this thinking in the smelly, loud, annoying transportation I use to get to school, I decided that everyday I would either pick, or make up an acronym I like.
And today I have chosen: BATMAN: Buying A Toupee Makes Anyone Nervous
Now the obvious choice would have been to go with BEDA, VEDA, or DFTBA (since many of us are nerdfighters) but I find this to be cheating because A. I’m doing BEDA right now, and B. my class ring already had DFTBA across the side, so I have talked and explained that one to enough people (pretty much everyone I know)
So I have spoken, and the verdict was in favor of those who, like batman, were unsure about their new phase of life and had great obstacles to overcome.
Graham Norton anyone?
It’s no secret that I do enjoy the BBC quite a lot, be it an informative program, a sitcom (loves me some Coupling), or just the Catherine Tate Show. (please don’t ask why, I don’t quite understand myself other than “I’m not bovvered!”)
Lately I have been watching the Graham Norton show as well, and it is HILARIOUS. I never thought it would be, but it is so great. I recommend it to anyone. We went from taping large amounts of audience members together and sending them to the bathroom to talking to a German Knitting Nanny about the socks they had bought off the web page for his guests. Before talking to her, of course, we played ‘Guess the German Knitting Nanny’ which was a pleasure in itself. Long story short, my DVR has a new buddy to be spending Saturday nights with (or maybe it’s Friday, I’m not quite sure)
And who doesn’t love a good British accent, I can’t think of anyone.
Anyway, through this new infatuation I learned a new word, kinnearing. Many of you do this already; you just don’t know what to call it.
A definition:
1. kinnear
1) To take a picture of someone/something without looking through the viewfinder; usually done on the sly.
2) To secretly take a photo of the unsuspecting in a sneaky manner.
3) A method of photography developed by the Yarn Harlot
ex. I saw this woman wearing the worlds worst sweater, so I decided to kinnear her to show my friends.
2. kinnear
To surreptitiously photograph a celebrity or person of interest because you are too nervous or respectful of their privacy to ask for a photo
Ex.2. I saw Tiger Woods at the airport and I knew you wouldn't believe me so I kinneared him for photographic proof.
So now, when you’re walking around, snapping random photos, or stalking your favorite youtube celebrity you have the proper word to use/ put in the police report.
And you just sound cool saying it…
Hypnotists. friend or foe? (Day 1)
BEDA BEDA BEDA BEDA BEDA BEDA BEDA!!!!!
Alright, I'll admit it, i've been oddly excited about this for the whole 4 days I have known about it.
I have also drafted others to join me, because my friends wrock and I can pull the whole "it helps you get over writers block, I swear!" thing. (but we're going to have to wait for the entire study to get in from the German labs, you know they're watching us)
Anyways... Day 1
April Fools Day
I HAVE NOT BEEN PRANKED
Now, this is not totally uncommon, it is widely accepted knowledge that I do not support the pranks of today. I do like watching others get pranked however, not ruling this day out for me completely. The problem? I haven't seen anyone get pranked ALL DAY LONG!
What has happened to America when the one day it is expected for someone to get snow down the back, no one does (we just had a snow storm, in freakin march, but it's ok because I got half of the school day off because they thought driving would be too hard, but when 300 rolled around there was no snow in the sky, god's own little practical joke on the evil school administrators I believe). Not that I saw. I expected our spanish teacher to get us oddly enough. She's an extremely scary teacher who likes to scare you into thinking you have quizzes everyday and when you finally think you've caught on to her she throws a 30 pointer at you all about the possesive pronouns, which we never formally learned, and was disappointed that only like one, two people maybe got it. However scary (yet apparently reasonable, according to her) she might be, she is rather a whimsical one. Don't ask me how it works, she's complex. But no, not even she tried to get us on today, the day of fake quizes, roman numeral math homework, and 16 mile track runs.
Awesome things today:
No homework that's due tomorrow
I got an hour nap in after school.
it's the first day of BEDA
Kristina Horner won part of the Ford Fiesta Movement (yay! chalenges!)
Hank Green Dressed up as Carrie Bradshaw AND sang
More people were educated about the Rwandan Genocide today (i think it's important that people should be more globally aware)
some Notsome things today:
I have to give a formal speech on the Rwandan Genocide monday
I have to give a presentation on the precambrian era tuesday
I have a biology test wednsday
and
my mom is missing
and i'm not kidding
she got hypnotized today, at a community center, as a new way to try and lose weight. I myself don't trust hypnotists, it doesn't make sense to me and the idea of being not in control of my body during any period of time kind of scares me. But we don't know where she is. I'm not immediately alarmed, but again, not answering her cell phone, left the dog home (and outside), horses weren't watered, and outside dog wasn't fed.
All things that are usually done, or at least a note is left for me to do them.
No note
I would skip to aliens, but I heard that they only attack downsouth because
A. they're weird little skinny naked guys, it just snowed, and is freezing. You do the math
and B. Again, snowing, are you going to navigate through a snow storym to get to northern minnesota when you could just as easily flip out some Arizonans. I think not.
to sum up, good day.
Excited for the rest of BEDA
and can't wait to see when the writers block really sets in.
Alright, I'll admit it, i've been oddly excited about this for the whole 4 days I have known about it.
I have also drafted others to join me, because my friends wrock and I can pull the whole "it helps you get over writers block, I swear!" thing. (but we're going to have to wait for the entire study to get in from the German labs, you know they're watching us)
Anyways... Day 1
April Fools Day
I HAVE NOT BEEN PRANKED
Now, this is not totally uncommon, it is widely accepted knowledge that I do not support the pranks of today. I do like watching others get pranked however, not ruling this day out for me completely. The problem? I haven't seen anyone get pranked ALL DAY LONG!
What has happened to America when the one day it is expected for someone to get snow down the back, no one does (we just had a snow storm, in freakin march, but it's ok because I got half of the school day off because they thought driving would be too hard, but when 300 rolled around there was no snow in the sky, god's own little practical joke on the evil school administrators I believe). Not that I saw. I expected our spanish teacher to get us oddly enough. She's an extremely scary teacher who likes to scare you into thinking you have quizzes everyday and when you finally think you've caught on to her she throws a 30 pointer at you all about the possesive pronouns, which we never formally learned, and was disappointed that only like one, two people maybe got it. However scary (yet apparently reasonable, according to her) she might be, she is rather a whimsical one. Don't ask me how it works, she's complex. But no, not even she tried to get us on today, the day of fake quizes, roman numeral math homework, and 16 mile track runs.
Awesome things today:
No homework that's due tomorrow
I got an hour nap in after school.
it's the first day of BEDA
Kristina Horner won part of the Ford Fiesta Movement (yay! chalenges!)
Hank Green Dressed up as Carrie Bradshaw AND sang
More people were educated about the Rwandan Genocide today (i think it's important that people should be more globally aware)
some Notsome things today:
I have to give a formal speech on the Rwandan Genocide monday
I have to give a presentation on the precambrian era tuesday
I have a biology test wednsday
and
my mom is missing
and i'm not kidding
she got hypnotized today, at a community center, as a new way to try and lose weight. I myself don't trust hypnotists, it doesn't make sense to me and the idea of being not in control of my body during any period of time kind of scares me. But we don't know where she is. I'm not immediately alarmed, but again, not answering her cell phone, left the dog home (and outside), horses weren't watered, and outside dog wasn't fed.
All things that are usually done, or at least a note is left for me to do them.
No note
I would skip to aliens, but I heard that they only attack downsouth because
A. they're weird little skinny naked guys, it just snowed, and is freezing. You do the math
and B. Again, snowing, are you going to navigate through a snow storym to get to northern minnesota when you could just as easily flip out some Arizonans. I think not.
to sum up, good day.
Excited for the rest of BEDA
and can't wait to see when the writers block really sets in.
Hello friends, possibly esteemed coworkers, but mostly complete strangers:
You will notice over the next few days that I am going to have a lot of blog posts. Be warned, this is not normal for me, but I am going to be moving over some of my old blogs from Maureen Johnson's Ning in order to more efficiently blog randomly. (if that makes sense to you, it is clear you are my kind of people, and should thusly stick around for more.) I won't be moving all of them over here, just the ones I like, or randomly choose, because this is my blog, and I will do what I want.
So, without further ado, many random and out of text blog posts! Whopee! :)
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