Hot Squirrells

Ok, so Felicia and I were in Taco Johns, and the sauce packets have little sayings on them. One of them says "How many of these do you already have in your glove box?" Well, the last time that we were there, she had taken a good 15 or so of them, so I showed it to her with a smile. She's like "I used to have a bunch of them in my glove box, but something ate them." I'm like "What did?" She's like "Oh this squirrel, it climbed up through the engine and somehow got into my glovebox and it ate all my hot sauce."

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!

Do You Believe That Forks Evolved From Spoons?

Yes, I do. The reason is this. Evolution results from necessity, and while spoons were very good at scooping things, they were not so good at spearing, and as humans developed the sport of spearing fish, the need arose for tableware that suited the new fad. That is why we now have forks. Spoons were not, however replaced, as they still serve a purpose not met by forks. You cannot eat soup with a fork. That is why the spoon population remains undiminished. Each utensil serves its own great purpose, and the two are able to coexist peacefully.

There are a few things in life which I have learned you should never take for granted. It is so easy for us to become accustomed to things we experience every day. And to no longer realize its worth. This is unfortunate, as we learn too late the values of life, love, and friendship.

Life

This morning, I arrived home from work and received a message from a very upset sounding Crystal. Worried as hell, I called her back to see what was up. I found out that two of my friends had been in a bad car accident, and that they were in the hospital. Not knowing anything more than that was the worst part, although I have to say that it was much easier on me to find out the details after knowing that they were alive, and that although they weren't the most comfortable they had ever been, they would be alright. All I can say is that someone was looking out for them, and I thank Them with everything I have.

Terry is someone you never can forget, even when you want to. There is a reason that I fell for him in the first place, and no matter how hard I tried to push him out of my memories, I knew all along it was a lost cause. A guy like that doesn't come around very often, and I can see why God didn't want to take him from the world just yet. He has been an important part in a lot of peoples lives. He taught me a few things, and when you spend months thinking about something, you aren't likely to forget it. Anyway, needless to say, I was a mess while I was waiting to hear about his condition. All day, I felt a heavy weight on my chest. There was no way that he would leave us. He couldn't. He just couldn't. What would I do without my Tonto? What would Crystal do? You cannot imagine the way my heart soared when Crystal informed me that he was sitting next to her in the car and they were on their way home. It was one of the best feelings in the world, going from being terrified to estaticly relieved. I was able to talk to him on the phone, and although in our conversation I didn't even come close to expressing how I felt at that moment, I was able to breath easy again.

Jon, well I can't say I know him very well, but I can assure you that getting to know him is a journey I am excited to take. He had it in for me since last year, and at that time, I thought he was an ass, to be honest. But when we managed to achieve civilized conversation, I realized that I quite like him when he isn't shouting obscenities and unjustified death threats at me. He is a lot like me, and I am amazed that I can be myself around him and know he will accept me. I accept him too, and I think he is a great guy who doesn't get the appreciation or acknowledgement he deserves. I hope that everything works out for him as well, and I will be thinking about him a lot in the next few days, I guarantee.

Never take life for granted, because you never know when your time is up. Never take anyone for granted, for the same is true of them. Don't waste your time being angry at someone, because if you were to find out that they died, and the last words you said to them were "I hate you", how would you feel? On the contrary, always make a point to let your loved ones know how you feel. Let them know that even when you disapprove of their actions, even when they let you down, you still love them. Don't assume that they know, because no matter how sure you are, it's always nice to hear.

To all my friends...I love you and I don't know what I would do without you. Even the ones I don't keep in touch with, even the ones I haven't spoken to in years, even those who are out of my live completely, every one of you has made some sort of positive contribution to my life. Each of you is specail to me, and don't ever feel like no one cares about you.

Tyler, you are my "brother". You have been there for me so many times. You made senior year awesome. It means so much that you stay in touch, as many do not.

Tammy, I really miss our stupid little jokes and the like. School would have been quite alot more boring had you not been there.

Crystal, I hope I don't have to tell you all the ways you have helped me, or I will be here all "knight". Haha...OK that was lame. Seriously, I can't believe all the fights we have been through, and for some reason, we still like each other. I don't get it, but it works, and I'm so very glad.

Terry, you have no idea what you have taught me, and no idea what it means to me to have you back in my life again. I know this is ridiculoius, but if you hadn't made it through today, I would want more than anything to be right there with you where ever you ended up, and I wouldn't say that about many people. In fact, I can only think of one other, and I think you know who he is.

Go Check It Out!!! Recently Undated A LOT!!!!!

When I first posted the link to my site, I neglected the fact that tripod does not publish automatically after each change is made, so if you looked at it, it probably sucked. But I have just now re-published it, adn it seems to be in good working order, so I urge you to go look around.

http://sakura-aeris.tripod.com/

The other day, I was talking to Daniel on msn messenger and he had asked me why I loved him, so I asked him why he loved me. He responded with an emoticon of a snail. I'm like "Snail???" He's like "What? Is that a bad reason?"

Ya, it was so cute. :)

D'oh! Ya Got Me!

Just a bit ago, Felicia told me some disturbing news about somethng she had told someone regarding what I said about them. Hope that didn't confuse you...anyway, in an effort to get her back I pretended to call her crush, and she "shot" me for it. Now, I'm all for realism, so I fell down. Or should I say, I cleared a spot on the floor, carefully got down, first on one knee, then both, then laid down on the floor, strategically placing my head on a pillow. As she sat there laughing at me, I exclaimed, with sincerity, "What? You don't want me to get hurt, do ya?"

Got to Agree With You, (You Know Who You Are When You Read This)

A friend of mine recently added a post that really got me going. To sum it up, she is being accused of cheating because she is friends with her ex-boyfriend. I am not going to get all into that, because you can go find her post if it's that important to you. www.smacksonsaturn.blogspot.com. Anyway, I just wanted to make the comment (like I could ever make just one) that it is totally unfair how guys and girls who hang out are automatically assumed to be more than friends. This especially causes a problem when one or both of them are involved in a relationship, and even more when they used to date each other. No matter the circumstance, allow me to state that it is entirely possible for a male and female to be friends, even flirt, without it going any farther.

Before I get myself into trouble, I'd better make it clear that I am not only talking about the situation at hand, so the people involved had better not hold anything against me, because its their fault if they think I am talking about them. I may or not be...This situation happens a lot, to a lot of people, and I have several examples flowing through my head at this very moment.

While I was in high school, I was evidently dating a lot of guys that I hadn't realized I was seeing. Amazing what you learn about yourself when you allow your ears to hear a bit of gossip. It's great. And it happens to nearly everyone. People evidently have nothing better to do with their time than nose in other people's business. I have adopted philosophy that I don't care what people do. If it isn't affecting me directly, I just don't give a fuck. Even if I completely disagree with it, even if I think they are being totally hypocritical, I normally try not to say much. No one is going to please everyone all the time. I know I've done things that pissed people off. I can guarantee you I felt bad about it, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't do it again. I know that sounds horrible, but sometimes, no matter what choice you make, it's going to hurt someone that you would rather not hurt. Life isn't perfect. Everyone has to deal with that fact. Yes, it completely sucks. But there isn't much you can do about it.

So anyway, it seems to me that over the years I have run across several people who don't think that a boy and girl can be just friends. It also seems to me that many, not all, but many, of those people are the ones who themselves have a hard time being just friends with someone of the opposite gender. Just because you end up messing around with most of your male friends doesn't mean other girls do, and it certainly doesn't put you in the position to criticize. I know I'm getting an evil look as I type this so let me add for the person so rudely reading over my shoulder that, as previously mentioned, I don't care what you do. It don't hurt me none. Just don't hate others for it just 'cuz it ain't you.

Those Poor Children!!

I was looking at www.babynames.com (don't ask why) and anyway, there is a database of like 6,500 names from every nationality in the world (maybe?) so anyway, I thought I would start by looking at only the "American" ones. I soon reconsidered. You see, most of the names we use in America came from other countries, and the ones that are truly American are the ones which have been invented right here at home. I now understand why we borrow names from other areas of the world. They are obviously much better at the art of naming. Allow me to explain. A name which, as a nickname, may be fine (although that could be disputed) is Pooky. Many others sound more like adjectives describing the person, rather than a name to appear on a birth certificate include, among others, Blue, Red, Teal, Brilliant, Content, Early, Happy, Lucky, Modesty, Obedience, Unity, and Trapper. Objects are also being used, for example, Butterfly, Cinnamon, Denim, Dragon, and Stone. A few other names that I don't know where the fuck they came from include Mystery, Nature, Rangle, Starbuck, Velvet, Welcome, Wind, Infinity, Ireland, and Minor.

I saved for last the very funniest one I found. This one makes me crack up terribly every time I think of it. I feel so sorry for the child who has to answer to the name Moon-Unit.

Who's That Pretty Girl In That Mirror There?

If you haven't ever seen my dad, imagine a large man in his 60's with crazy grey-black hair sticking out every which way wearing a t-shirt with a dragon screenprint on the front and a pair of bright yellow windbreaker pants. Now try to imagine him fluttering his hands near his shoulders while singing in a high pitched "I feel preetttyyyy, oh so preetttyyy!" The best part is that he then looked at me and asked, completely seriously "What comes next? Something about being gay..."

Spaghetti Feathers

Felicia and I went to the store today to buy Spaghetti O's and when we got home, were very anxious to eat them. Make note of the fact that our cans were of the variety with chopped up pieces of hotdogs. As I sat there dispensing the tomatoey goods into my mouth, I made the disastrous mistake of skimming over the ingredients list. If you don't know what hotdogs consist of, I feel it's in your best interest to not look into it."Mechanically separated chicken" I read out loud, to which Felicia responded with an explanation. "They thrown the chicken into a machine that takes out all bones and feathers and stuff." This lead us into a vividly disturbing conversation about whether or not we would be able to notice a finely chopped piece that was overlooked during processing. Needless to say, this resulted in my upchuck reflexes being in overdrive for the next 30 minutes or so. So anyway, fast forward a few hours later. We are sitting in our room getting ready to watch a movie when she spots a furry mass on the floor. "Is that hair?" she askes. "No," I say " It's a feather from your fucking Spaghetti O's!!"

To make it even better, I had been considering eating my other can of Spaghetti O's. I reconsidered for a moment before realizing that the remaining can had meatballs, not chopped up hotdogs. "There's no chicken in beef, right?" I ask. Derrr. Why do I get the feeling that I'm never gonna live this one down?

Freaky Dream

I just had to type up this dream, 'cuz it scared the shit out of me:

I was somewhere, with someone, doing something (pardon me for being a little vague on the details, I don't remember it very well) when I received word, from a call, I'm assuming, that there was a bomb headed toward us. I remember thinking to myself "I knew it...Ever since I saw that show years ago about the Bible codes, and they said there would be a nuclear war in the years 2004 and 2006, I knew this would happen. I could just see it getting closer and closer as the media reported on this and that. As the year came to a close, I was comforted with the fact of knowing it had been wrong, but shit, here it comes." So anyway, I head off in my car to Watertown, apparently the nearest bomb shelter. I wanted so badly to call Daniel's house and let them know about it, but I think I was afraid they either wouldn't believe me, or that they were already on their way and that if they had to pause to answer the phone, it would be too late. In any case, I didn't call anyone. Instead I just drove off, following a herd of other cars headed that way. The road was very icy, and so we were traveling at a rather slow rate. Somewhere along the journey, I saw a bit of orange out of the corner of my eye, and glancing to the right of me at the sky I saw a brilliant ball of fire heading towards the ground. It didn't appear to be moving all that fast, yet the fact remains that it wasn't there before, and now it was, therefore it must have been moving rather quickly. As the guy ahead of me picked up speed, I floored it and off we went. For some reason, I was thinking that if I used my feet to scoot the car, it would go faster as well as have better traction on the ground (flinstone mobile, perhaps?). Eventually, I got to the shelter where everyone else seemed to be having a good time. I vaguely recall a sense of safety like there was nothing more to worry about. I awoke at this point, and so I'm not sure what happened to the world. As I said, this dream scared the shit out of me. End of the world dreams generally do.

RIP Froggies Who Never Existed

Back a month or so ago, maybe longer, my roomate and I decided that since we couldn't bring my hamster or her snowdog to stay with us, that we would buy a couple betas. These are very pretty fish who can't get along with each other. Each of us later invested (or rather I did...in fact, I bought everything) in two African Dwarf Frogs, one for each beta. Frogs were not fish, technically, and therefore not allowed in the dorms, so only our friends knew we had them, thus the title of this blog. They got along fine, which is why it is most unfortunate that they are both dead now. Kermie was found upside-down on Sunday and Darius went out Tuesday.

"Darius"
"Ya?"
"There's a goblin sneaking up on you."
"So?"
"Just saying..."

Well, he killed you, fuckhead, so you'd better care!!!!!!

*sniff*

Ponderings of One Depressed Muggle

I realize, as I sit here amongst my things in my dorm room, that I have no life. I go from day to day with no purpose, no meaning. I am irritated at everyone, every thing. I no longer attend my classes. They are of no use to me. College is just tests and essays, the time between merely filler. As long as I get them done and show up to hand them in, that's all that matters. Of course, the problem of procrastination has made even that a little stressful. Luckily, I have managed it well so far, making perfect marks on all my essays and speeches, despite the fact they were prepared the night before and/or the morning of. When I think about it, college is much different than high school. I have prepared a little chart for you as a visual:

High School
7 straight hours of learning fun
same 6 or so classes daily
one predecided meal each day
study halls must be spent studying, or at least being quiet
a no-show to class provokes a call home
daily homework leading up to test



College
a couple scattered classes each day
each class only meets two or three times a week
a variety of foods similar to those in your favorite restaurants
time between classes can be spent however you like
professors hardly notice if you're absent
tests and essays are the only grades

I much prefer how college works to high school's regimen. However, I think I am becoming dearly homesick. I'm not sure what my problem is, but whenever I'm here, I feel agitated and depressed. When I go home, even when I'm bored or unhappy, it feels better than being here. My friends up here are great, so its not their fault. I must just be homesick. I dunno...I really miss all the people I talked to in high school. I barely see any of them anymore, although they make as little effort to keep in touch as I do. I miss not knowing what's going on back home, too. Over thanksgiving and over my birthday, I went home and I instantly fell back in to the state of mind I was in 6 months ago. It didn't seem as though I had ever left. It saddens me to know that our comfort zone is still there, without me, with the inhabitants not even realizing how precious it it.

For the last week I have been so confused and depressed. I don't know who all reads this, so I wont get into detail, but ya, it sucks. I think I really need Christmas vacation to stay home and be with all my old friends, and then I will feel better...but then I won't want to come back here. This fucking sucks. In some ways I love being here, but in others I dont. I was happy at first, because I didnt have to worry about everything going on at home (by that I mean with all my old friends). I was here, starting over, and I could make a new group of friends, a new life. And at first, when I went home, I missed mycollege people. But now, I'm jsut annoyed. I'm remembering everything about home in a positive light now, and I desperately want to be a part of the next chapter. At the same time, though, being a part of it also means getting pulled down by the bad things, and it's nice to be able to escape that part. If only there were some way to be a part of both and ignore both simultaniously. But I'm pretty sure that's not posible, and I'm pretty sure that I have way too much more to say to type it all, so I am just going to quit right now.

I No Longer Have To Worry About Getting Pulled Over While Driving Around Aberdeen

The whole damn police department is on campus!!


Geez...I go home for the weekend at miss all the excitement. I'm not talking about a bangin party or a good movie showing. I'm not talking about anything that is good in any way. Early Monday morning, the body of the German proffessor was found in his office, a gun shot wound in his neck. Not alot of details are known/released as of now, but I think it's pretty freakin crazy. When I saw that the building was all taped off with law enforcement all around, I thought, "What the hell...was there a fire?" But then I saw Derek and he's like "No, somebody got killed." I had a hard time believing him at first, but low and behold, it was the truth. Scarey fucking shit, man. I know I saw the victim at least once in my weeks on campus, and if I could just go back to then and warn him...

Not A Good Sign...

You know how people say "It's OK to talk to yourself, but when you have to ask yourself 'what', that's a bad sign"?

I was talking to Mallory yesterday, and I heard me say something, but I wasn't really listening. So I had to ask Mallory what I said.

DERRR!!!

Who Let The Dogs Out (of jail)?

You won't believe it, but the "law enforcement officials" have struck again. Felicia's dog was "arrested" for running around in Mowbridge. Her parent's had to go "bail" him out with $50. Isn't that crazy!!

May The Force Be With You

So today, me and Felicia went out and bought lightsabers. They are super cool, dude! They feature real sounds from the movie. We were running around by the Student Center fighting. That's not to say we were any good, just that we were waving them around in the air in the general direction of the other person. We kept hitting each other's fingers. At one point, she screamed "Owww! You hit my finger you stupid Jedi!" Something I just can't see Darth Vader saying....
...Another interesting element was that we were kissing each other's boo-boos. Can you really see that happening in the movie??

Ok...last night I was talking to my friend about how on my Tripod website I have a list of my various disorders. She's like "If you have a list, that's not a good sign." So today, I was telling Felicia about that, and I started to tell her about the "disorders". Here I go:

Me: I have paranoia, short-term memory loss, an attention deficit...I didn't put ADD 'cuz it's only sometimes. Did I say paranoia already?
Felicia: Ya
Me: OK, so that, short-term memory loss (I start laughing at how ironic it is that I forgot that I said paranoia already right before I said I had a bad memory. I laugh for several seconds before I realize that I had also already said "short-term memory loss" a few seonds before. )

Hypocrite Christians

I really hate these people. The ones who go to church, dress like grannies, and think music is a sin. Even if they aren't convinced that people who wear skirts above the knee or use rough language are the spawns of Satan, a few people I know really need to settle down.
I've told you about Shawnna. She is a perfect example of a Hypocrite Christian. She thinks she is such a good little girl; she doesn't swear, doesn't show her midriff, she opposes alcohol and pre-marital sex, and she goes to church on Sundays. Her and her mother get along great. They share the same views and beliefs on everything. She only listens to music that would never have a parental advisory sticker. She is involved in ice-skating, works at Wal-Mart, and loves fluffy animals and Tigger (haha bitch I said Tigger!!! Are you gonna cry now??). Sounds like a wonderful young lady.
WRONG!! She, like many other "wonderful young ladies", is a hypocrite Christian. She gossips, usually about her cousin (who I have to agree sounds like a bitch). She doesn't gossip so much in the sense of "Did you hear about so-and-so. Now don't tell anyone I told you!" It's more like she judges people on things she hears and/or assumes (another huge character flaw) and then tries to pursued others to think that way. Likewise, if she is told some irrelevant piece of info from a greatly bias source, she takes it as the word of God himself and twists it around in her mind, over-analyizing every detail until it sounds just horrible. She then passes her belief on to anyone and everyone and if they don't agree with her, then she cannot be around them, for they are bad people.
Don't get me wrong, I encourage free thinking and expressing individual opinions. What I strongly oppose is those who scorn at those who are a little different from them and do all in their power to create a band of people who oppose them because they "aren't good clean Christians". How Christian is it to make hasty judgments about people you have never talked to and say untrue things about them in an attempt to ruin their reputation? (Please see "Why Shawnna is A bitch" for more information on this example.)

With the presidential debates heating up, our government class has been talking a lot about gay marriage. You don't even want to bring things like that up in there. This hardcore Christian lady gets very wound up about everything. Absolutely everything is a reason for her top press her religious beliefs on us. I'm very glad that she is so sure in her faith. A lot of people seem ashamed to talk about Jesus when not in church, so I have to give her props for that. However, she starts hollering about stuff that doesn't even pertain to what the Professor is teaching. We are there to learn about government, not her interpretation of the Bible.
How can anyone who is such a "Good Christian" sit there and say that gay people are going to hell and they need to repent for their sins and blah blah blah? I personally know that I don't wish to have a sexual relationship with, nor marry, another female. If someone else wants to, far be it from me to tell them they can't. I have never been gay, therefore I do not know if it is a choice or not. Perhaps some "homosexuals" are confusing the love they feel for a friend of the same gender for the kind they might one day feel for someone of the opposite. It's impossible to know what love is until you feel it for real. Of course, maybe they really are attracted to the same gender, and rightly so. I don't know. I have never felt that way. But I worry about me. I don't waste my energy worrying about if someone else is going to hell. God will decide that. It's not my problem. I pride myself on having an open mind and being very accepting of different views and ways of life. Sure, there are things in society that I don't agree with, and as a result, I don't practice them. I don't scream down people's throat if they do.
One argument that annoys the shit out of me is "If God wanted homosexuality, it would have been Adam and Steve." Excuse me, but where would that have gotten us? They can't have kids! He did what was best for the sake of populating the Earth. And anyway, he only made two people. That doesn't mean that was the only choices. That's like saying that the first Cow he made was white, and so all the rest of the cows should be white also. The brown ones, or the ones with spots...They aren't real cows. I understand that is a appearance thing, and homosexuality isn't/ the point I'm trying to make is that there is a large variety of things on this planet, and they are not all exactly as they were at the time of creation. Different kinds have came about from one central kind.
***Let me make one final note. I admit, I have not read the entire Bible, I do not know what it says on homosexuality, and I'm sure there are many interpretations of whatever it says. DO NOT let yourself be so stuck on a small part of what I say. The idea of this post is that people who think they are so 'pure' yet they are close-minded hypocrites who refuse to respect their fellow man (or woman) are not so "good" in my opinion. Ruining a strangers reputation, to me, seems a lot worse than what one may do in their personal time.

I Got A Joke For Ya

Q. Why is South Dakota so windy??

A. Because Montana blows and Minnesota sucks!!!!

Won't The Real Slim Shady Please Stand Up?

As I set here, trying to work on (start thinking about) an essay that is due tomorow at 2:00, I am constantly distracted by a fellow student of mine. All I know about him is that he works in the cafeteria and hangs out with a chick who has really awesome hot pink hair. I also know that he looks like Eminem. It might just be my imagination twisting what I see into what I want to see (who wouldn't want to see Eminem on the way to class?). However, Felicia agrees with me. In fact, I think she was the one who pointed it out to me a couple days ago. I honestly think the only thing that makes him look like Em is that he has naturally dark hair, and has it cut short and bleached blonde. He has brown eyes, long eyelashes and full eyebrows. Pretty nice. But anyway, I have other things to blog, and so I will get on with them now.

What The Hell Is Going On In There?!

Today in English, we were watching Pleasantville. If you've never seen it, there is this part where the mother is in the bathtub. She has just discovered an orgasm. And she is doing it rather loudly. As we all either stiffle giggles or set with our jaws on the table, note that the volume is pretty loud and the door is wide open, some dude sticks his head into the room and starts looking around. I can imagine what was going on in his mind! "What the hell are they doing in there???"

Grrr

Fuckers fuckers fuckers. I hate it here. I want to go home. I want Daniel, and Michael, and Crystal, and all the little kids that run around in Lake Norden. I want to fight with Kyle, and drink with Wendy, and pretend to be interested in Kenny's video games. I want to clean my room, my real room, in my house. I want to dread cleaning bathrooms at the nursing home. I want to sweat through an annoying bus ride back to Hayti, walk home, flop on the couch, and watch Aurthor and Cyber Chase. I want my daddy, and my hamster, and to sit on the steps outside my back door, and just know I'm home. I'm sick of movies at 11:00 pm, being quiet when I get up in the morning, not having my own computer, and all these happy fuckin people.

Don't get me wrong, sometimes I love it here. But right now, I just wanna go home.

Freakin' B! There's an A in here!!

I swear, there are more bees in Aberdeen than there are Koreans. And there's more by the minute. Bees, not Koreans. And they keep showing up in my room. Again, I'm talking about the bees. This morning, I woke up to find one staring at me. Unfortunatly not a Korean. I hate bees. I have always been scared of them. I was starting to be OK coexisting with them on campus, but not in my freaking room!!!! I was running around in a towel yesterday trying to find someone to kill two of them for me, then later Mallory killed one, and today Rose and I shut Felicia in there with one and she got him stuck in the light fixture. Freakin' A. Bees suck.

Damn

That frickin' ring sucker is still blinking. In the trash...The candy is gone. Its still blinking. Blink. Blink. Blink.

I Got A Fishy! Fishy Fishy Fishy!

Room 304 of Kramer Hall is now the home of two male bettas who moved in just last night. The white, elusive one with strokes of bluish-purple goes by the name Rory, and is owned by my roommate, Felicia. My slimy friend (oh dear that sounds bad) is a dark blue color mixed with a little black, and goes by the name Akira. YAY PETS!!
You see, my hamster and Felicia's dog are not allowed, and so we have several fake pets, ranging from virtual images (neopets) to a marionette "dog" to plush dogs. While strolling around Wal-mart (our favorite place to shop), we came across a large display of Bettas and decided that since fish were the only pets allowed, we needed some. We suffered from pet withdrawals. We suffer no more.
I'm beginning to think that maybe we should have done some research on the care of these particular animals. I already learned that we were to gradually introduce them to there new water. Well I just kinda dumped them in. Actually, Rory jumped in. Just about missed the container! Akira didn't really want to go in, but seems OK now. Rory is really paranoid, while Akira's like "ya whatever man". Pretty cool fish.
After studying the proper way to care for a betta, we will (hopefully) enjoy them for the rest of the year at least. I'll let you know how it goes.

It's Sooooo Preeeetttyyyyy

I got this Ring Pop sucker from Wal-mart. It was 50 cents. it is heart shaped and it glows. Its awesome. It makes me happy...

Oh Dear...

You have not lived until you have experienced your speech teacher illustrating for you her spring break, during which she hooked up with some random guy that she never saw again. On the beach. Nude. Completely naked. Having sex. Your speech teacher. Telling you how wild she was when she was younger. And that she lived across the street from an airport. She had sex in some wild places. *will never look at her in the same way again*

Back Home For Homecoming

I went back to my hometown this last weekend for homecoming. It was just like old times. Sort of. Freezing my ass off while walking around the football field parking lot looking for people to talk to was all the same. Damn nachos got cold before I even took a bite. Wasted. Grr. The cool part was that all these people I saw every day in High School ran up to me and gave me hugs. I felt so special. Like a celebrity almost. Let me rewind a bit to before the game. I was so stoked that Tyler came over. He was at my house before I was. Lol. God I missed him. He's like my brother dude. Maggie could even tell, after like five minutes of seeing us together, that we were either married or siblings. It was great. So ya, at the game, I got to hang out with some kids that I missed a lot when I was away. The greatest thing was getting to hang out with Isaac. He is the cutest little kid I've ever seen. I know I shouldn't play favorites, but when I was doing teacher's aide in Pre-K, he was my favorite by a longshot. Always busy, talkative, and rambunctious. But very cute. Big brown eyes, a blonde mass of curls on his head. I love that kid. And he's so bright, too. You wouldn't think so, seeing as to how he doesn't seem to listen in class, but he is a very good logical thinker, and can read as good as most 1st graders.
Well enough praising my baby. The dance was fun. Since I was no longer in high school, I didn't give a shit what anyone thought of my dancing. I let it all hang out, and I had a great time. I then realized that everyone else was too. It was great. And they played better music than at the NSU homecoming dance! It was totally worth the two hour drive to come back for that night. I got to see good friends, reunite with ones I'd all but forgotten, and make a couple new acquaintances. Almost makes up for the disaster that happened Friday afternoon. (not going to post on it, as it is a personal matter for a friend of mine). So, ya, it was a good time.

Better Them Than Me!

Someone got pulled over by campus last night. One cop pulled them over, then an unmarked cop came, and there was a big cluster of cars sitting there for almost a half hour. Me and Rose were sitting there watching. I still don't know who it was though. You know what the best part of the whole thing was? IT WASN'T ME!!

Haha

A magician was driving down the road, then he turned into a driveway...


get it?? ok...it's not funny...hahahahaha

Naughty Girl

One of the cutest things in life is seeing your twenty-two year old brother-in-law (to be) dancing around like a stripper while singing, in a high pitched voice, "Tonight I'll be your naughty girl."

This occurrence actually took place some months back, however it will remain with me 'til the end of time.

Happiness Sponge

Here is a quote from Felicia, about Mallory.

"You're like, the happiness sponge. We all just squeeze you and get some happy juice." - Felicia

I will make no further comments.

This Is Getting So Monotonous

OK, so the last time that I got stopped by the cops, I vowed that I would never drive anywhere again. Then I said to myself "If I ever get stopped when I'm walking, I'm definitely gonna think that they are after me."

Guess what?

Me, Rose, ShaVonne, and Mallory were at Melgaurd Park late tonight. It's kind of "our place". So anyway, we look up and see the cops driving around on the other side of the park. We were like "Dude, they're spotlighting!" so then we decided it was definitely time to leave. We were almost to the road when they park and say, over the intercom, "Can you guys come over here please?" Rose is like "I didn't do it!" (thinking, of course, that they wouldn't hear her). They did. The guy's like "OK." so we go over there and are asked (several times) if we had been drinking. Apparently they park closes at 11:00pm. Oops. Our bad. We didn't know that. They wanted to see some kind of ID, and luckily, we all had our student ID cards with us! Then Mallory is doing most of the talking, and she's giggling and stuttering (which is probably why they had a hard time believing we were all sober). So then, driver was like "Do you know Ryan." Ryan just happens to be our (hot) RA. So anyway, they had to call the school and verify that we were students. Then they let us go, ordering us to "Go to the dorm, and tell Ryan hi for me." So we came back here, and I rushed to the computer to type this all up. Sorry this post isn't as well structured as most, but it's late, and I still can't find Ryan.

The Right To Keep And Bear Arms

My friend Mallory and I decided it would be uber cool to go out and buy some Nerf guns and run around campus playing commando. It turned out that she just wanted to stand there and shoot the rubber tipped foam darts and the door of our dorm. I wanted desperately to go out and ambush some poor unsuspecting stranger, when suddenly, Jay and some other Korean dude walked by. I ran up to them, hiding behind tiny trees, pretending like I didn't think they saw me. I got right up next to them (I never have been good at long range targeting) and attempted to shoot Jay. Nothing happened. I had forgotten to cock the gun. "Oops. Hold on a minute." I said, as I prepared my weapon for fire. "OK. There we go." And I shoot (and miss).
I didn't even get what was so funny until I thought about someone in war aiming and making themselves known to the enemy only to ask them to stand still while they get their gun ready to shoot them. Freakin moron!

A little later, Rose and I ran around and actually did try shooting rabbits (and each other). I saw Jay again and he seemed really interested in our toys. Me and him ran around for a bit shooting each other. I tell you what, I think he looks like Jackie Chan when he's just, you know, existing. But when he's jumping, running, and darting around, and telling you to surrender, it's like "holy crap, dude!" I felt like I was in Rush Hour or something. It was funny too, because when I shot him the first time, I was like "I shot Jackie Chan!!" Hehehe.

The Constiwhat?

Yesterday I was reading the online material for my American Gov't class. Now you must understand that my gov't class tends to consist of early morning coffee and heated debates about religion, abortion, gay marriage, and other exciting and controversial issues. You can imagine my surprise when the page loaded and I read the topic of the article and found it to be "The Constitution". I turned to Mallory and ask in an exasperated voice: "What the hell does The Constitution have to do with government?" The sad thing: I wasn't being sarcastic.

What I Learned In School

Biology Survey: Long necked unicorns and short necked unicorns don't "fit together".
Biology Lab: You may develop worms if you lay your sandwich on a table with weasel poop.
English: A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.
Jewish men dance funny, even when they are sober, but more so when they are drunk.
The opposite of harmony is china in a trash can falling down the stairs at 3:00 am.
How to avoid a hangover
Gov't: It is possible for people with mental problems to circulate in the mainstream society, seemingly unnoticed.


Random Quotes From Various Professors:

"Let me show you another way to have sex" - Dr. Tallman (Bio Survey)
"You can have an intimate relationship with a horse. All you need is for the horse to stand still. You might need a stool." - Dr. Blanchard ( Gov't)
"Where there's an opening, one can pass through." - Dr. Blanchard ( Gov't)
"Massechussettes? Where the hell is that?" - Dr. Blanchard (Gov't)

Anyone Want A Car?

Those of you who read my previous post know about my magnetic attraction to police cars. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more monotonous, I come outside to find my car has been ticketed by NSU staff. A double fine, one for parking at a slant, one for being (partway) in a no parking spot. See, the reason it was parked so carelessly was that I had loaded some things up to take home, and had never moved the car. Anyway, Kevin seemed pretty impressed by the fact that I have a car. I think that I should just give it to him. It costs me too much money!

Cop Magnet

OK. So, it's 9:45 pm and I'm trying to get back to the dorms before it gets too late. After driving for 2 hours, I'm a little (lot) impatient. When I see Aberdeen right there, it was like, calling to me. You're almost home. You're almost home. It beckoned me. Increasing my speed, I came closer and closer to my destination. It felt so good, yet I was still so far away. The closer I got, the slower I seemed to be going. I looked down to see that I was traveling at a whopping 100 miles per hour. At night. In the dark. EEKKK!! How silly is it that in the day time, when I can see deer and cops, I tend to only allow myself to go 75 at the most, but at night, when a deer on a motorcycle could hit me and pull me over before I knew what happened, I am exceeding the posted speed limit by 35!!
"Freakin' A!!" I look in my rearveiw mirror, to see the scariest thing in my life. A cop in hot pursuit of....Me!! Unless you have experienced it, you do not know the feeling of seeing flashing lights in your mirror. Its like, taking a bite of an apple to see half a worm left while bouncing down a marble staircase on your head when you have a migriane. Not fun.
So, anyway, ten minutes later, when I got back in my car, I had now, in my possession, a ticket for Brown County, complete with my name, car, and descriptions of us both. There was a line at the bottom where I had signed, promising to appear in court. AHHHHHH!!!!! I called Daniel when I got to my room. Needless to say I wasn't about to whip out my phone while driving!
After a restless night, and a week in which I managed to forget about what happened, I made my way to the brown county courthouse. The dude who gave me directions was awesome. To get the full effect, imagine Crush from Finding Nemo narrating in the following dialogue:

Me: Do you know how to get to the courthouse?

Crush: Whoa!! Do I ever!! Which part do you need to go to?

Me: I have to go to court for some traffic thing.

Crush: Well then you need to go to the police station.

Me: Do you know where that is?

Crush: Oh yeah! I've been to them both lots of times. You go right down this highway for 5 blocks, ok. Then, you turn and go right for 2 blocks. Then you're gonna see the police station, or the "municipal building". You wanna go to the top floor to the magistrate court. Now you have two choices. You can use the stairs or the elevator.

Me: *smiling* OK. Thanks!

Crush: Good luck man!

So, I got where I was going, and after sitting for way to freaking long, was made to pay a fine of $119 dollars, by Oct 27th, and also to complete 5 hours of community service. Christina just cannot believe that me, of all people, had to go to court. Lots of our friends have been there, but they are like, pot smoking alcoholics with kleptomania. I'm just a good little girl, with good grades and a nice boyfriend. Pretty damned ironic, if you ask me. Anyway, so I calmed down, and its all over. No more worrying.

Except for the fact that I suffer from paranoia. Every time I saw a cop, or heard a siren, or anything like that, I would freak out. It was not cool. By last night though, I had started to calm down a little bit. So I was brave enough to venture out on the streets after dark again. On the way back from Walmart, where I insisted we go only to find I didn't have my checkbook, Felicia decides she wants to go to McDonald's, and so I pull in. a cop comes from the other direction and pulls in behind me. As jumpy as I was, I wasn't even the first one to notice. But then I was thinking "Wouldn't it be just my luck for her to pull me over?" So on goes the lights. The lights, nooooo....Not the lights again!!!!!!Good thing I had 4 good friends in the car or I would have had a complex. Turns out that she stopped me for only having my parking lights on instead of my headlights (I hadn't turned the knob far enough.) Not so bad. But freaking A! It's like they are after me!!!! I would start walking everywhere, but a couple of my friends got pulled over when they were walking! Damn college students!

Dude, Where's My Car?

At 18 years, I regret to say that I am feeling the effects of aging that everyone is always talking about. Getting old is not an overnight phenomenon, however. I can remember years ago, I tried convincing my dad that I needed to take "one-A-Day" vitamins that were supposed to improve your memory. I think he said I could if I felt I needed it. I dunno. I forgot. But it's sounding pretty good right now. Things have gone from bad to worse. I feel I am getting dumber by the minute. Even my friends have noticed. First, it was the all too common "where's my purse?" "where's my keys?". It then progressed to "Dude, where's my car?", "What class am I going to?", "Where is it?", "What time does it start?", "What was I doing?", and "Why did I come here?" Not all that horrible, you say. What about sitting down at the table, laying my keys on the table, then, not 2 minutes later, looking all over hell for them. How about getting up from a nice comfy spot to go look for something that I suddenly needed, only to find it right next to where I had originally been perched (thus the reason I was reminded that I needed it). Or lending my phone to someone, only to see them using it a couple minutes later, and be reminded of the fact that "Hey, I have a phone too! Where the hell is it?"Or going to the post office with the letter I need to mail in my hand, only to arrive there, set it down on the dash of the car, enter the building, look around, and wonder "what was I gonna do?". And the thing is, I don't just have these memory lapses on occasion. Its several during a single hour. I'm sure it amuses my friends. Hell, it amuses me. For instance, yesterday at lunch, I glanced around the cafeteria, and, in doing so, saw this guy, Joseph. I turned to my friend Amy and commented on how often I see him. I then turned back to where he was and saw that the guy there was not him. I, with much difficulty, sputtered and babbled to cover my mistake. About ten minutes later, I realize that it had been Joseph after all. When I turned and saw the wrong guy, it was because I was looking at the wrong spot. How freaking retarded do you have to be for that? It doesn't sound that bad, actually. Even Amy probably doesn't realize how retarded I felt. Only I know. It was funny though. Very funny!
Seriously though, if I don't do something about this, I'm going to have a horrible time in the future. I will set down my son, forget where I put him, forget what I was doing, leave the house, forget where I live, and go to Joseph's house and let him cook me pizza. Do you see my point?

Maybe The Radio Waves Do Affect Brain Performance

On my cell phone, there is a line of display that can be personalized. Many people chose to put their name or nickname in this space. Mine currently says "Dardy's Phone". I was trying to think of something more original when it hit me. I will put my number (meaning the cell number, the only way to get ahold of me) on there so that if the phone ever gets lost, and they don't know who "Dardy" is, they can just call me.

I don't know who is dumber; me, or me.

Ed Edd N Eddie All Grown Up!!

This afternoon, my fiance and I were watching Ed Edd N Eddie when we (for whatever reason) started imagining what each character would most likely be like in 20 or so years (if cartoon characters aged, that is). Here is what we came up with.

Edd (Double D) - Double D will grow up to be an invented or sorts, making tons of money (in a legitimate fashion). However, he will remain single for the rest of his life, not having any idea how to have a relationship with a girl. In fact, this first time a girl touches him in a sexual manner, he will blurt out "Oh dear. I seem to have soiled my underpants!"

Ed - Lovable Ed will find his niche out in the woods, in a log cabin miles from civilization. His only companions will be 6 cats, 2 goats, a sheep, and several chickens.

Eddie - This mischievous munchkin will knock some chick up and be forced to work for a living in a jawbreaker factory, where he is repeatedly suspended for consuming the merchandise.

Jimmy - Sarah's best little buddy finally comes out of the closet at age 27. Come on. We all say it coming.

Kevin - Kev will work in a motorcycle repair shop while his wife, Nas, works as a supermodel.

Nas - Marries Kevin, and works at a top notch modeling agency.

Ralph - Ralphy boy will marry, and of course, educate his offsprings in the ways of the Old Country. Sadly, the kids will be sentence to a school career of ridicule.

Sarah - Miss Loudmouth will end up working as a live in maid/ childcare provider in a small norwegian village.

LINKS

In case you missed it last time, here are a couple of other blogs you should check out!

http://www.drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com

http://www.smacksonsaturn.blogspot.com

Jackie Chan

There is this guy at my school that looks much like a younger, thinner version of Jackie Chan. After a week or so of secretly refering to him as "Jackie", we (Felicia and I) finally went up to him and asked him if he was aware of the resemblance. He was well aware of it, as many people had told him so. He laughed about it and then told us that his name was Jay. (He is Korean, and Jay is the American name he goes by.) Before we talked to him, we had come up with a rather amussing antecdote. In order to fully understand the humor in this, you must imagine Jackie/Jay talking in his accent.

Imagine you are having sex with him. You feel the urge to cry out his name, but realize you do not know it. when you ask him, he replies with kuie dlapthhh (or an equally unpronouncable name).
You: Can I just call you Jackie?
Jackie/Jay: Who Jackie??
You: Jackie Chan
Jackie/Jay: Who Jackie Chan??

Erm...

"Two half brains are better than one!"
Felicia

I'm So Glad That God Doesn't Have ADD.

Have you ever gotten like, this great idea? I mean, a super cool, awesome, uber off the wall plan. You made a list off all the supplies you would need. You begged, borrowed, and stealed to get it all together. Then you put your plan into action, only to get halfway through then become increasingly bored of it. You leave it there, half finished, until the urge strikes you to go back to it. What if God was like that. He was all hypered up about making this rock into a place suitable for living things which he would guide through this thing called existence. Then, he got distracted. He suddenly was reminded of the fact that he had piles of dirty laundry to do, friends who he had, over the years, lost touch with, and, Oh Me! I've left the stove on!! So he leaves us here to fend for ourselves until he gets bored and desperate enough to come back.
I pray that never happens. That would totally suck! So in conclusion, I say "Be crazy. Be loud. Be absolutely and completely wacked out. Be uber entertaining so that He doesn't ever get bored of us!"

What If Life Were Just A Video Game?

I love to play The Sims. I love to make them get jobs, keep them, and raise enough money to make a super cool house so they can invite all their friends over until 2:00 am and then get up for work in the morning (since they have no weekend...). But I got too thinking..."Do my characters know they are in a video game? Do they honestly think that they are living freely, dependent on only their own freewill?'' How sad would it be to find out that we, too, are in existence for the mere purpose of entertaining some 32 year old who still lives with his parents and relies on our success because he cannot achieve his own?
If we are, in fact, living in a game console, does that mean our "money" is the "points", and we trade them in for "life elixer" (food and drink)? Where are the magic beans and the mushrooms that make you shrink? And why is it that we cannot jump 7 times our own height, or fall from the same distance and not get hurt? Perhaps if we hit the "Z" button just before landing, we could leap off of the world trade center and only lose one heart container of life. The big question, though, is how come, when things get too difficult for us and we don't know what to do next, we can't just "save" and go look up the cheats on the good old web?

New For Nintendo Gamecube **

Last night, while watching the movie "Fahrenheit 9-11", I got this crazy idea. A video game based on the events of September 11th! Just think of it. "Play as both sides in the war on terrorism through 7 levels of roleplaying entertainment as you relive the actual events."

Possible titles: "Terrorist 101" and "9-11; The Game''.
Objectives:
Level 1- Attempt to successfully bridge the gap between the CIA and the FBI in order to unveil the threat and prevent the attack.
Level 2 - Despite your efforts, an attack is underway. Switch sides and make it on the plane before it leaves the ground.
Level 3 - Successfully hijack the plane.
Level 4 - Locate the World Trade Center and guide the plane on a crash course. Jump out before you reach the building.
Level 5 - Switch back to America as you act as a firefighters, trying your best to put out the fire and save as many lives as you can.
Level 6 - Try to avoid being drafted
Level 7 - Fight to the death overseas, dropping bombs and shooting civilians. Bonus points for hitting the bad guys.
BONUS LEVEL - Search high and low for Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden.

**This game came out of my imagination and is not really avaliable anywhere.

Would You Like Fries With That?

While participating in a rather unusual discussion with my friend/ my friend's boss/ my kids mom, we learned some disturbing information. She, as well as her mother, have had sex in various places of their restaurant. Later on, we got to thinking, what if the following scenario were to actually take place...

Waitress: Hello sir. What can I get for you?
Customer: I'd like a hamburger and a chocolate shake.
Waitress: I'm sorry sir, but we are out of hamburger patties. There are more down back, but I can't go back there right now. My boss is having sex. Would you like something else instead?
Customer (quite surprised): No, I really wanted a hamburger.
Waitress: Well, OK. I'll see what I can do.
Waitress hesitantly goes to the back room in search of hamburger patties. In her quest, she finds her boss and a guy in the middle of something. Upon seeing the waitress, they instantly separate.
Waitress: Excuse me, but would you like some fries with that ass?
Blushing, the guy turns to her.
Waitress: Oh dear, you look like you need to be supersized!

Chicken VS Egg Question Answered!

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?? The world may never know. However, I don't see what makes it such a difficult question. You would think that of all the philosophers and priests out there, someone would have came up with the answer. But no. Leave it to me to be the voice of reason!

Obviously the chicken came first. If God created all creatures, one male and one female, why would he have created an egg, with no one to care for it?? People say "the chicken couldn't have come first because it would have needed an egg to hatch from" NO IT DIDN'T!!!!! DID ADAM AND EVE NEED A MOTHER TO BE BORN FROM????NO. SAME FOR THE CHICKEN. GOD MADE A MALE AND A FEMALE CHICKEN. ANYONE WANNA ARGUE WITH ME??

My Buddy

My best bud here (whom I'm sure I'll be mentioning a lot) is an extroverted geek named Felicia (Connie, Felicity, Paula, Jessica, or whatever the fuck else I call her...). Rather than talk about her on here (seeing as to how I don't know her that well yet), I will direct you to her site.

www.alwayshappy.net

so, check it out!

Blah

My tummy hurts so freakin bad right now. I think it's half gas and half Kevin. The gas is self explanatory- we've all been there. But Kevin, I'd like not to explain too much. But basically, he's this really attractive Korean guy that goes to my school, and I was all school-girl giggly over him a couple times and my friend now has me convinced that he (Kevin) thinks I'm a psychotic stalker and that he will avoid at all costs. I tried to console myself by telling me that he has never saw me be all giggly, and furthermore has only seen me like 3 times, and so I highly doubt he thinks anything of the sort. He probably has no idea that I think about him in that way. I am sure he has forgotten my name already, and assumes I've done the same. (forgotten my name...?)
However, as I explained to my friend only an hour or two ago, my confidence is uber fragile and I am easily put into the state of mind that I am inferior, pointless, and basically just taking up space. And so I sit, vowing to never mention his name again, and to never allow my eyes to gaze upon his handsome face, just to prove to him (and my friend) that I am not obsessed. I honestly want to cry right now, but it's like, have you ever felt like you had no purpose, nothing you did mattered, and you wanted to cry, but then thought what's the point. Even my tears have no purpose. They aren't going to change anything, except make everyone know how insecure I am.
Well, I'm down in the computer room right now. I got up and left when my friends weren't looking, and they are probably wondering where I went (actually, they probably just took my purse and left) but anyway, the second Lord Of The Rings movie will be starting soon, so I'm gonna head back upstairs.

Why Shawnna is a BITCH

You may recall previous blogs in which I mentioned a girl whom I referred to as "Itzall Aboutme". I will now give her a name. It is Shawnna Marie Singrey, aka "Bitter Drama Queen in Desperate Need of a Reality Check". here is a list summarizing her personality defects:

1) the whole world is expected to revolve around her
2) she is a HUGE hypocrite
3) she finds the idea that she possesses a fault to be unthinkable
4) she is a bigger drama queen than me
5) the ability to let go of the past is beyond her reach
6) she is mentally incapable of coming to the realization that shit happens

Here's the story of how I lost one of my best friend:

Somewhere in the middle of my senior year, my friend Tyler told me that he and Shawnna had broken up. He needed some time to think. OK, no problem. I totally understood where he was coming from. I had recently came to the same decision in my current relationship. Well it was about that time that Shawnna, who was also a good friend of mine, stopped calling me/ returning my calls. I could feel us drifting apart, while at the same time I grew closer and closer to Tyler. At school we were inseparable. After awhile, Tyler began seeing another girl. I, thinking of Shawnna's delicate feelings, did not think it appropriate to mention this new girlfriend, thinking that was probably the last thing she would want to hear about, and so on the rare occasions that I spoke with her, I said nothing about it. Well, Tyler moved on to yet another girlfriend (whom he is still with and couldn't be happier), and Shawnna started tocompletely avoid me all together. She was downright rude to me whenever we happened to see each other. I didn't know what was going on, but decided that if she couldn't even come talk to me about whatever her problem with me was, I wasn't going to dwell on it. After all, I had other, better friends. Friends who told me when something was up, called me just to talk, and didn't treat me like a roach infestation.
Well, after a few months of this nonsense, I got uber curious and called her up, vowing to act as though nothing were wrong. After a minute or two of awkward small talk, she began her 1 1/2 hour long bitch session about how horrible of a person Tyler was for "cheating" on her and what a horrible friend I was for "not telling" her. First of all, he told me they were broken up. If that was a lie, how was I to know? If she had been talking to me back then, perhaps I would have caught on to the fact that as far as she knew, they were still together. Also, if she had been talking to me, something about his new girl may have slipped from my lips and she would have thought "hold up, what new girl? We are still together.'' But no. Try as I did, she had all but given up all contact with me. That was her bad, not mine. Anyway, she ripped me a new one for "aiding in the conspiracy" and would not believe me when I tried telling her my side of the story. She was so sure that she was right. I guess when you do nothing but over-analyze something for months on end, you can convince yourself of anything, and as stubborn as she is, she isn't going to change her way of thinking by any means short of mind control. The killer is that she even tried to accuse ME of being another of the girls he "cheated" with! I guess that was aided by the previously mentioned fact that we hung out a lot, however, there was nothing going on between us. But evidently she had little spies at school watching him like a hawk, and however bias their reports were, their word was treated like that of God.
her spies also had their opinions of his new girlfriend, who I happen to think as an awesome person. They called her a trashy slut who "puts out to all the boys" and "dresses like a skank". This girl is anything but trashy, and despises those who are. To my knowledge, at the time of these statements she was a full blooded virgin, and her attire was more tomboyish than skanky. Sadly, the spies were of the sort who find anyone not of their strict religion to be the spawns of Satan, and thus did not portray her in a very flattering light. She is not a "rebel' or an "outcast". She merely dances to the beat of her own drum, which basically means that she does not dress in the most expensive fashions or participate in every offered sport in an effort to gain popularity. I see this avoidance of falling into the cookie-cutter, stereotypical high school girl mold as an excellent quality. Other see it as a sin as horrid as rap music and television.
now the fact that I am *gasp* friends with this girl, and still *gasp, sputter* friends with Tyler was reason enough for Shawnna to deem me a horrible person. When we got off the phone that night, I thought that, perhaps, things would blow over and we could possibly be friends again, though I doubted we would ever be as close as the year before. However, when she still did not call me, or make any effort whatsoever to be hospitable, I said fuck it. She is going to die a bitter old hag with no friends, and I frankly don't give a crap. So today when I was going through the checkout at Wal-Mart, I see that she is the cashier. I do not speak one word to her outside of "is today the 6th?" and she says nothing but the normal "did you find everything you needed today?" and "your total is $4.16." I am about to walk out to my car when she says to me
"You know, I've been thinking, and your story just doesn't jive. I'm pretty sure you knew about everything since December'.
I look at her and go "I told you the truth, but if you don't want to believe me, that's your problem, and I really don't care if you don't talk to me anymore."
"OK. I just thought I should tell you that."
"Fine with me. I have other friends who realize that the world doesn't revolve around them, shit happens, and that you can't blame your problems on everyone else"
"Me too."
"Good. I hope everything works out for you. Have a nice day." I say with a smile and walk off

As I exited the building, I strongly wished that a) I knew which car was hers and b) there were no security cameras in the parking lot.

Where Have All My Homies Gone?

Last year, it seemed as though going to college meant leaving the large group of "siblings", friends, and acquaintances I had acquired since 6th grade. I tried to talk to everyone I could, as much as I could, before graduation. I knew that, as usual, I wouldn't see many of them during the summer, and that this time, I would not have the sense of security in knowing that we would be reunited in the fall. Instead, in the search for belonging in college, I would have to cling to the few I knew, whether I had ever talked to them in high school or not. It was a very scary thought!
Sadly, my goal of spending precious last minutes on the phone, staying up late, watching movies, and just being dumb with my friends was a battle I was trying to win alone. It seemed that no one really cared that I would be leaving them in the fall. Not even Tyler, or Christina, who were supposed to be my best friends. I know that Tyler has a girlfriend, and that he was trying very hard to spend a lot of time with her, as I was with Daniel. But when she went to Nevada for I don't even know how many weeks, it wasn't until she was on her way back that I even knew she was gone. If nothing else, I thought that maybe in a desperate search for company in the absence of his other half, he may have stooped so low as to call his BEST FRIEND to say "hey, what's up." at very least. But alas! No such luck for me. (I'm sorry Tyler, if you're offended by this sudden outburst. I still love you, but it did hurt my feelings). And Christina. Well, I know she was planning to come with me, and so I didn't let it bother me when she preferred to hang out with everyone else over me and rarely wanted to come to my house. After all, we were going to be spending the next NINE MONTHS together. I totally understood that she would see plenty of me and little of anyone else. The only reason this bothers me now is because I wonder if she actually did plan to spend nine months here with me. After all, she told her boss that she was going to a different school weeks before she told me that she was having second thoughts about our original plans. hmmm

Anyway, as it has been, the only people who call me are Katie (she's been addicted to calling me since middle school) and Stuart. When I call others, they talk and stuff, but its just not the same. Even Christina, who looked positively crushed when I left, handed the phone over to someone else after not even 5 minutes. I know that this is what happens when you move, but that doesn't mean I like it. Just because friends drift away doesn't mean that I can't try to hang on a little longer. It just seems that many of them favor going alone with the tide.

Wedding Bells Are Ringing

OK, so not yet. But, on Saturday, August 28th, Daniel popped to question!! You have no freaking idea how happy I am!!!! Here's how it happened:

We had got done moving the stuff into my dorm, and we went to the mall in Aberdeen. Sometimes he will ask me to go look in a jewelry store and point out some rings I like, because when he gets one, he wants it to be one I will like, and he has no idea what I like. SO anyway, we looked, and I fell in love with this diamond solitaire. Well the lady asked if I wanted to see it out of the case, and I said no, and we left. A while later, when we passed to store again, he asked if I was sure that I didn't wanna look at it closer. I said that doing that would just make me want it. He looked at me all serious and said "what makes you think I wont buy it for you" I just kinda acted like I didn't get what he meant, and wandered into a different store. He brought me back into the jewelry store, and told me to ask the lady to let me see it. She started showing us all kinds of rings, ones with matching wedding bands, ones without, yellow gold, silver gold, 1/4 caret, 1/8 caret, grade f, grade e, all this stuff. And I was like WHOA BUDDY. In the end, I still preferred the one I had my eye on from the beginning, but it was like $625, so I thought that there was no way I was getting it, at least not any time soon. After all, Daniel had already told me that he would not ask me until he knew how being 2 hours apart was going to affect our relationship. But, he did buy it. He wouldn't let me wear it yet, though, or even hold it. He said that he was not going to give it to me yet. I was glad I had not allowed myself to get my hopes up. But that night, as we were going to bed, he looked in my eyes and said "I have always wanted to show you how much I love you, but I didn't know how, but now I do. Darci, will you marry me?" I told myself I wasn't gonna cry, but I did.

It's so odd, I was so worked up about going to college that I would practically throw up, and suddenly, it was OK. Scary, new, but OK. Because I knew that Daniel would be there for me when I came back.

Did Ya Miss Me??

Here it is, the first of September, and I am finally able to access the internet again. I don't have a computer in my room yet, as it needs to be fixed (still). I also do not have a roommate in my room. Christina, you see, decided that she was not coming. I will leave it at that. Had I been able to get on here when I first found out about her change in plans, I would have surely had my signature ranting post, but I have a had three weeks to cool down, and I think I am good.

Today is the second day of classes. I missed 90% of one because I sat through the wrong bio class for 40 minutes before she finally took role and I realized I didn't belong there. It was OK, though, because from the 5 minutes I spent in the right one, I decided that I like the one I am in much much better. When I walked in to the HUGE freakin room, the teacher was talking about aliens, and then went on to tell us that we made a stupid ass deal with mother nature, trading immortality for sex. "Those of us who don't have sex are therefore immortal." My bad...

So that is why I like that class. The reason I didn't like the other one (besides the fact that you practically have to sit on each other's laps) is because of a guy named Cole. He looked nice, so I was happy when he sat by me. I'm not lookin for a fuck buddy or anything, I just meant that opposed to a midget with greasy ringlets, he seemed a damn nice neighbor. Anyway, he began talking to the pretty girls by us, and blew me off when I tried talking with them. He then proceeded to attempt to impress Barbie and Barbie 2 by telling them about his football career and shit like that. I hate snobby guys. They are almost worse then snotty girls. You expect good looking girls to be snobby.

Speaking of good looking girls (no, I'm not harboring any same-sex tendencies), I made a friend on Monday. Her name is Melissa. Her daughter, Lexy, is so cute!!! Anyway, Melissa and her mom are both students here (her mom's a freshie, like me!) and anyway I hit it off great with both of them. I got to go around campus with them, around town, and back to their house, where I met "not Melissa's boyfriend", John. Anyway, it was a good time.

Last night, I got invited to a volleyball game by one of the RA's on my floor, but ended up ditching them (like they cared) and going off with a couple other girls. I am so happy that I am actually making friends! And it's only the third day!

Anyway, that's what's been happening since I got here (as if anyone actually gives a shit, Stuart and Katie are the only people who call me). I have one more piece of EXCITING news, but I will save that for another post (which I'm sure you've read already because the newest posts are at the top, and most people start reading from the top).

The Blog Network

Here are a couple other blogs to check out:

http://drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com

http://smacksonsaturn.blogspot.com

Daniel

Let me start from the beginning. When I was in 8th grade, my class visited the high school for a tour and to get to know our future schoolmates. After my group was done, we were just hanging out in the gym talking to some people that we knew. There was this boy there with dirty blond hair and gray-blue eyes. He was cute, alright, but not like "Oh My God" or anything. Yet, I found myself unable to take my eyes off him. He didn't say a word the whole time we were there. After we left, I found out from a friend that his name was Daniel. For the next couple weeks, when I was walking around town on my paper route, I would imagine what it would be like to see him again. I imagined that he would become my friend. I couldn't stop thinking about him!
When school started in the fall, I fell back in with my friends (who were mostly upperclassmen) and began hanging out with a few new people. Our group was expanding! One of the people I was now seeing a lot of was none other than Daniel. I wish I could tell you that we hit it off really great from the start and everyone thought we would be perfect for each other. But that is not how it happened. If fact, at first, he couldn't stand me. Anyone who knew me then could tell you that I was no stranger rejection and was developing the idea that if someone, no matter how wonderful I thought they were yesterday, is going to diss me when they don't even know me, fuck them! They are not worth my time! But, very uncharacteristically, I didn't feel hurt by Daniel. The idea to write him off as just another guy didn't even cross my mind. I continued to flirt with him, and, more importantly I think, be his friend.
I can tell you that a couple months into the year, we were pretty good friends. I talked to him more than I talked to anyone else, including my boyfriend (more about him later). When ever one of us was sad or upset, the other was the only one who could make it right. I still have an IM conversation from those days, in which he signed off with "I'll miss my favorite girl." I told him that I loved him, and for once I didn't add "as a friend", and for once, he said it back. I can remember the magic that I could literally feel unfolding when I was with him. He invited me to go bowling with his family once, and I'm pretty sure his mom fell in love with me right there. It was a good time, (even though I hate bowling). It was strange. With him, there was no inhibitions. I said things to him that I wouldn't tell my boyfriend. I could be myself around Daniel, my boyfriend would say I was stupid. Now that I'm on the subject of him, let me tell you about Schaefer.
Brian Schaefer was a pudgy, fun-loving senior. He was friends with my best friend's brother, which is how we met. I mean, I knew who he was before, we just didn't talk to each other ever. Anyway, we started going out and then the problems started. He seemed embarrassed about me, and he wasn't all that nice, either. He would tell me that I should do this or that like this other chick we knew. He told me he wasn't taking me to his prom because I was too young and I would ruin it for him. To make it simple, he was an ASSHOLE to me when we were dating. And that's another thing. I wouldn't even call it dating, because he always found excuses not to be out in public with me. Yet the one time that we did go to a movie, he told all his friends that I was all over him. YA FREAKIN RIGHT!!! So anyway, every time that he would make me sad, guess who was there to make me smile. Daniel.
The two of us got so close that Schaefer accused me of cheating. I wasn't (or was I?) but I'm pretty sure he didn't care if I was or not. It was just a convenient excuse to break it off. I felt like shit for all of an hour, and then I was over it. I can remember going to school the next day and my friend remarked "Hey, now you're back on the market!" Daniel was standing right there when she said that, and you can guess what I was thinking.
Well, this friend, I found out later, had a crush on Daniel. I had always suspected this, but wasn't sure. In an attempt to be a good friend, I told him that he should ask her out. He said he would not. Then, he said it would be funny if he asked me out right in front of her. I smiled, and secretly hoped he would. He didn't, but a couple days later when he was walking me to class, he kissed me on the cheek. No one knew why I was so happy for the rest of the day!
I remember when I told my friends that I liked Daniel. They were like "WHY??" He was a nice guy and all, but to them, he wasn't boyfriend material. But to me, he was. To everyone else, he came off as anti-social and a little psychotic. But I knew him as he really was. He was the sweetest, most considerate, caring guy I had ever met. I knew that what I felt for other guys was insignificant now. I was head over heels in love with Daniel.
On April 2nd, 2001, we were standing around after school talking. After a little nervous hesitation, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course, I said yes, and after a quick goodbye kiss, he went out to his car, and I ran up to the library to tell Christina.
Since then, we have had lots of great times, a handful of bad times, and a couple that were horrible. But we have gotten through everything together. As I said before, you can't judge love by how much you fight. It's much more important to find a way to settle your differences, respect each other's feelings and opinions, and come together to find a solution you both can live with. There is no doubt in my mind, that right now, Daniel is the one Fate has set aside for me. Only time will tell whether or not we will spend eternity together, but my heart tells me that we will.

I Just Couldn't Stay Away

Following is an excert from my friend's blog:

I was driving home from watertown today, and I drive by this tree with a miniture horse or donkey or something tied up to it. I think to myself, what a pretty bunny. Then a few seconds later I figure out my mistake and start laughing insanely...
                                  http://www.drunkenmonkee.blogspot.com

 
I just had to show this, and then tell you of my own incident(s). Once, at a friend's farm, I saw a little, fluffy, white cat. I got all excited and squeeky (as I sometimes do) and exclaimed "Miniature sheep!!"   Another time (just yesterday, actually). I was driving along (drive, drive, drive) and suddenly I saw a little brown rabbit run across the road. "DEER!!" my mind screamed at me as I instinctively went for the brake petal.

How, oh how, did I pass Biology?

Ta Ta For Now

Well, folks, tomorow is the last day of Physics, and with my computer at home utterly useless, I am afraid that I will not be posting again until the end of August, when I get moved into my dorm. I really hope there are actually people out there reading this, who will actually care...

(looks around a bit)

Well anyways, I might accidently sneak another post before then, but otherwise, see you in August! (or September)

7 Minutes and 59 Seconds Ago

If the sun were to suddenly vaporize, we would not know it for 8 minutes. So how do we know that it didn't already happen? If everything suddenly gets very dark, you know why...

You Know You're From A Small Town When...

1. You can name everyone you graduated with.
2. You know what 4-H is.
3. You ever went to parties at a pasture, barn, or in the middle of a dirt road.
4. You used to drag "main."
5. You said the 'f' word and your parents knew within the hour.
6. You schedule parties around the schedule of different police officers, since you know which ones would bust you and which ones wouldn't - same goes with the game warden.
7. You ever went cow-tipping or snipe hunting.
8. School gets canceled for state sporting events.
9. You could never buy cigarettes because all the store clerks knew how old you were and if you were old enough, they would still tell your folks.
10. When you did find someone old enough and brave enough to buy cigarettes, you still had to go out to the country and drive back roads to smoke them.
11. You were ever in the Homecoming parade.
12. You have ever gone home for Homecoming.
13. It was cool to date someone from the neighboring town.
14. You had senior skip day.
15. The whole school went to the same party after graduation.
16. You don't give directions by street names or references (turn by Nelson's house, go two      blocks to the Anderson's turn left and it's four houses left of the football field).
17. The golf course had only 9 holes
18. You can't help but date a friend's ex-girlfriend.
19. Your car stays filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will never own a dark vehicle for this reason.
20. You think kids that ride skateboards are weird.
21. The town next to you is considered "trashy" or "snooty" but is actually just like your town.
22. Getting paid minimum wage is considered a great job.
23. You refer to anyone with a house newer than 1980 as "rich" people.
24. The people in the city dress funny, then you pick up on the trend a few years later.
25. You bragged to your friends because you got pipes on your truck for your birthday.
26. Anyone you want can be found at either the Dairy Queen or the feed store.
28. You see at least one friend a week driving a tractor through town.
29. Football coaches suggest that you haul hay for the summer to get stronger.
30. Directions are given using "the" stop light as a reference
31. The city council meets at the coffee shop.
32. Your letter jacket was worn after your 19th birthday.
33. You have ever taken a trailer or dog to school on a daily basis.
34. Weekend excitement involves a trip to the grocery store.
35. Even the ugly people enter beauty contests.
36. You decide to walk somewhere for exercise and 5 people pull over and ask if you need a ride. 37. Your teachers call you by your older siblings names.
38. Your teachers remember when they taught your parents.
39. You can charge at all the local stores.
40. The closest McDonald's is 45 miles away.
41. So is the closest mall.
42. It is normal to see an old man riding through town on a riding lawn mower.
43. You don't use your turn signals because everyone knows where you're going.
44. You greet every dog you see by name, and they wag their tails.
45. The largest business in town sells farm machinery. 
46. You laugh your ass off reading this because you know they're all true.

You Know You're From South Dakota When...

1. During a storm you check the cattle before you check the kids.
2. You are related to more than half the town.
3. You can tell the difference between a horse and a cow from a distance.
4. Your car breaks down outside of town and news of it reaches back to town before you do.
5. You don't put too much effort into hairstyles due to wind and weather.
6. Your quarterback is hurt and you're hoping it's the first thing on the 6 o'clock news.
7. There's a tornado warning and the whole town is outside watching for it.
8. The local gas station sells live bait.
9. You don't buy all your vegetables at the grocery store.
10.You go to the State Fair for your family vacation.
11. You get up at 5:30 a.m. and go down to the coffee shop.
12. You're on a first name basis with the county sheriff.
13. When little smokies are something you serve on special occasions.
14. You go to the river because it's almost like going to the ocean.
15. You have the number of the Co-op on speed dial.
16. All your radio preset buttons are country.
17. Using the elevator involved a corn truck.
18. Your mayor is also your garbage hauler, barber, and insurance salesman.
19. You know you should listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.
20. You are walking knee-deep in snow.
21. You call the wrong number and talk to the person for an hour anyway.
22. Your excuse for getting out of school is that the cows got out.
23. You talk with a friend about some big event you are going to attend, and by the end of the conversation you've decided you're both too broke to go.
24. You know cow pies aren't made of beef.
25. Your early morning prayer covers rain, cattle and pigs.
26. You wake up when it's dark and go to bed when it's still light.
27. You consider a romantic evening driving through Hardees and renting a hunting instructional video.
28. You want to buy manure.
29. You listen to "Paul Harvey" every day at noon.
30. You can tell it's a farmer working late in his field and not a UFO.
31. Your nearest neighbor is in the next area code.
32. You leave your snow tires on year-round.
33. You know the difference between field corn and sweet corn when they are still on the stalk.
34. You know the code names for everyone on the CB.
35. You pick up all the free stuff at the State Fair.
36. You'll skip your cousin's funeral for the first day of deer season.
37. You can eat an ear of corn with no utensils in under 20 seconds.
38. You don't clean up the dog's mess because it's just fertilizer.
39. You wear your irrigation boots to church.
40. You know enough to get your driving done early on Sundays before the Sunday drivers come out.
41. It takes 30 seconds to reach your destination and it's clear across town.
42. You can tell the smell of a skunk and the smell of a feed lot apart.
43. The meaning of true love is that you'll ride in the tractor with him.
44. You consider a building a mall if it's bigger than the local Wal-Mart

MTV

Why is it even called Music Television when there is rarely any music on it. It's mostly just game shows, reality shows, and hundreds of people in swimsuits on the beach watching a couple other people talk. I don't get it...But I guess its kinda like on the radio when they have to interrupt the music to tell us faithful listeners (who are about to change the station in like 0.2 seconds) that their station has "stopless music".

YAY!!

Friday night, or rather Saturday morning, my friend from Cali called me. I hadn't heard from him in like a year! He is awesome, man. He always makes me smile. My friends out here would totally love him. I was so happy to hear from him. Scared the shit out of me when he called 'cuz I had no clue who it was at first. After I figured it out, though, I was stoked. We talked for a bit, I got his new number, he made a few random comments, and then he had to go. I hope that we will be able to stay in touch a little better now. And in closing, I shall leave you with some of Sam's last words before we hung up.

"Get me a raccoon, some peanut butter, and a spatula, and meet me in the closet." 
                                                    -Sam

Former Self

I saw this question on a forum once while watching a friend surf the net, and just had to include it. Please feel free to answer this question under the "comment" section for this post. You will have to click "post anonymously" but please include your name at the end.

If you could talk to your former self, what age would you visit, and what advise or hope for the future would you give?


Elementary Years

DON'T be friends with Tanya. She may be your best friend for 5 years but in the end her and her mom fuck you over big time.

You really should brush your hair once in awhile, and go to the bathroom when you need to. Trust me, right now, you are a freak.

Steal more than one sea-shell

2+3 is NOT 6. You KNOW that!!!!

Kissing girls is NOT permitted in Kindergarten (though it makes a funny story).

People DO change. Trust me. (Except Tucker.)

Don't believe Jessica Olson when she says she wants to play with you. Its just a lame trick to make you look retarded. Also, don't believe her when she says she can't play because she has too much homework. Second grader's don't get homework.

 
Middle School Years

You really do dress retarded, just so you know.

Don't tell Clinton that you like him.

Believe it or not, Katie will end up being one of your best friends in High School, and you even become the Godmother of her son.

Don't be too bummed about the whole singing thing not working out. Getting famous would have interfered with the rest of your life way too much.

You are NOT going to marry Howie Dorough from the Backstreet Boys, and trust me, one day you will be OK with that.

Don't tell anyone at school how old Kenny is.

Don't even trip when you fight with Crystal. You guys are way too tight to split up for good. In fact, you end up being college roomates.

Even though they hate you now, Tyler and Roy end up being two of your good friends senior year.

 
High School Years

Daniel is TOTALLY worth it

Schaefer is totally NOT. He isn't boyfriend material. Know this and move on.

See Middle School entry about Crystal.

You won't get a car until Graduation, so don't bother getting your hopes up.

Take another science class.

Mr. Koisti does get cute.

Don't feel so threatened by Rachelle. She's nice.

Enjoy your time with Terry while you can. Peter is telling the truth (at least half-way).

You're NOT pregnant.

Neither is Bonnie.

Ten Years From Now

Here is a question for you to think about. Go ahead and submit your answer under the "comment" section of this post. You will have to choose "post anonymously" but please include your name at the end. Here's your question.

Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?

July 23, 2014

In May of 2008, I graduated from Northern University in Aberdeen. I then married my High School sweetheart, Daniel Burch. We have lived in Lake Norden for 6 years now. Over the years, we have acquired 2 vehicles, a snowmobile, a fourwheeler, 4 pets, and 3 kids. Daniel drives a black Silverado to work at Davisco 5 days a week. I take my little blue neon to the school where I am a second-grade teacher. While we are at work, the kids stay next door at grandma and grandpa's house. Daniel's chocolate lab that he has had since he was 17 also stays there in the dog pen out back. When one, or both, of us is home, we love to be outside with the kids. Damian, age 5, has his very own little Silverado to drive around the yard. He chases his little sister Candace around in it. She doesn't get to drive much, but when she does, she likes to take my Yorkshire terrier puppy for rides. We also have a newborn, Cameron. He's barely a month old. We also have two house cats. The house itself is very nice. It used to belong to Daniel's grandma. There is a fireplace and a flatscreen TV in the living room, and in the backyard there's a 4 foot pool. In the basement there is a gameroom, with a pool table, a dart board, and an air hockey table. Life is good, and we couldn't be happier.

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Maybe Physics Doesn't Suck

Today we are learning about Einstien's theories. He's a lot more interesting than Galileo! According to various theories, the following things are true:

The faster you travel, the slower you age.
 
For example, if you were hired to travel on a spaceship at 80% the speed of light, during the time that your biological clock would tick away 20 years, your twin back on Earth would have aged 33.3 years!!

Massive objects warp space.
 
Say you were in space and you wanted to go from point A to point B, and it was going to take you 10 years to make the trip. Now, no one wants to waste ten years of their life, so what's to do? Simply borrow a planet or some other large object from a nearby solar system and stick it in between the two points and boom, space becomes warped and you no longer have as far to go! Of course, if you don't have a planet handy, remember that E=MC^2. Just shoot a huge amount of energy in place of the planet and the same result occurs. Neato!!

The faster you travel, the shorter things appear.

When you drive on the interstate, the lines in the center of the road appear from the point of view of a driver to be about two meters. If you were to measure, however, they are actually much longer, at 9 meters!

Attention Deficit Disorder

After having (quite) a few people accuse me of having ADD, I decided to go ahead and take a test to find out. Here is the address of the (5 PAGE) test I took:
http://www.oneaddplace.com/addcheck.htm

Basically, what you do is rate each of 78 items as 0-4. 0 means it never sounds like you, and 4 means it very frequently does. If you have 20 or more items scored 3 or higher, it is a good indication that you have ADD.

I had 34.

There is also 3 questions which are necessary for diagnosis.

I got a 4 on all 3.
 
Hmmmm...this really gives me something to think about. Man, this is serious. Hey, did you know that a pregnant goldfish is called a twit. HAHA. You're a twit. I wonder if twits have twats...eeewww....naughty...

Different Kinds of People

I have met several kinds of people over the years. The "do-ers", who are probably about my favorite kind, are always doing something. They are motivated.  If they want something, they work toward it. In contrast are the "waiters". They sit around waiting for something to happen. If things aren't the way they like them, they feel sorry for themselves and wonder why God hates them. Then there are those who are stoned/drunk 90% of the time and don't know, or care, what's going on. The next kind are "all about you". They do everything in their power to make everyone else happy, at the risk of making themselves miserable. This type of person gets taken advantage of way too much.
 
The last type gets their own paragraph. Let me explain why. This blog is not for me to make random observations. No, no. This is for me to rant. AND HERE I GO!! 
 
A girl that I know was in the school play a few years ago. I will say that she was a very good actress. SO WERE MANY OTHER GIRLS. We had decided on two or three other girls that we thought were at the top, and those were the ones she saw as her competition. Losing to one of them would be no problem. Of course she would be disappointed, but it would be fine. After all, they had more acting experience and more charisma on the set. When the night came, however, she lost to someone we had not even considered. The reason she was not on our list was not at all because she was bad, because she wasn't, but because she was a newcomer, and the role did not require all that much acting. Anyway, as I said, losing to one of those considered would have been no problem for my friend. However, the fact that she lost to someone who she felt maybe didn't deserve it as much as some of the others was a slap in her face. By the end of the week, this was her:
 
"Mrs Director KNEW I deserved that award, but you know, if she gave it to Julie or someone then I would admit my defeat on get on with my life, but no, she had to give it to someone who didn't deserve it so that I would realize that she only wasn't giving it to me because she's mad at me for getting her in trouble two years ago. That is so immature. I KNOW that's why she did it. She really needs to get over that. I deserved it. She is such a witch!"
 
Now, being her best friend at the time, I sat there and listened. I mean, I tried convincing her that her idea was ridiculous. Mrs Director would not do something like that to "prove a point" or whatever she was supposedly doing. That would be retarded. If she didn't think the winner deserved it, she wouldn't have given it to her. Evidently, my friend did not realize that she was not the only one who lost. So then, I wonder, what did the other 10 girls do to piss the director off? DUH. They didn't win either, so there must be a reason, eh?? NO. Only one person can win, damnit.  And if she thought, let's just say, Julie, was the best, she would not make her lose and give someone horrible the pride of winning in an attempt to get back at someone for some trivial episode that happened two years before. The whole idea was preposterous. However, when she gets an idea in her head, there's no getting it out. I suppose in some ways that is a good thing, but it can be irritating as fuck. In fact, she was still sore about it the next year, and had some sort of squabble with the winner and another girl, because she was so sure that they were trying to get her in trouble. I don't even remember what the whole thing was about. I honestly don't know if that is due to memory loss or if I just stopped listening. For all I know, the girls she was fighting with might not have even known what it was about.

My ex-friend is the kind of person who thinks that everything is all about her. Everything everyone does or says in some was is directly related to her existence. Let me relay another episode:
 
While sitting in the library with her mother, Mrs Itzall Aboutme was passed by her ex-boyfriend's new chick and her mom. When Itzall's mom alerted her to the fact that Newgirlfriend was there, Itzall looked over to see Newgirlfriend's mom holding her daughter from behind, giving her a hug. Now it's BEYOND OBVIOUS that the hug Newgirlfriend received from her mother was to console her after the horrors of walking by Oldgirlfriend. I mean, mothers don't just hug their daughters for the hell of it. RIGHT??(note the sarcasm). See what I mean. Even something as innocent as that just HAD to have something to do with her.
 
Stay tuned for more rants about Itzall.