Lettuce, Anyone?

So the other day, I'm downstairs in Christina's room with her, and suddenly, Terry comes down with a big bowl, munching on something. He just stands there for a bit, allowing us to finish our conversation before he thrusts the bowl into Christina's face. "Lettuce, anyone?" he askes. Christina and I both crack up and fall onto the bed. The bowl was, of course, full of lettuce. What possessed him to fill a bowl with lettuce, then come downstairs and offer us some out of freaking nowhere is beyond me, but this type of unpredictable behavior is why I love him. What makes a situation like this funnier is when someone does something so unexpected and they just continue on with their lives like it's nothing. He stood there watching us howl with laugher as he shoved more lettuce into his mouth. When I finally was able to stand up, I turned to have the bowl shoved in my own face. Then, to top it all off, when we three marched upstairs, Terry leading the way, I hear his mom say "Terry, you weren't eating my lettuce, were you??"

Dumb People Are Always Blissfully Unaware Of How Dumb They Really Are

The best episode of SpongeBob SquarePants is the one where Patrick's parents come visit, and Spongebob acts really stupid to make them think that Patrick is smart. They end up thinking that Spongebob is a complete moron, and Patrick really starts laying it on him, isulting him left and right. So Spongebob gets mad and talks to him about it in private, where it seems Patrick forgot all about the plan and thinks Spongebob really is dumb. So to prove he is smart, Spongebob goes and talks to Patricks parents and shows them that he can talk and do math and everything, and they think that Patrick taught him that, and they are so proud of him. Then Squidword shows up with two more adult starfish, saying that they have been at his house all morning asking where Patrick was...it's his real parents. Then the other "parents" are like "Oh ya...we don't have a son!" It's a great plot and lots of funny lines are said.

Random thought:

How annoying it is that a NSU student must park 3 blocks from campus during the state wrestling campionship because people from out of town are taking up all the room (whether it be an actual parking spot or not) in the "Permit Required" sections of the parking lot at NSU!

Didn't Recieve That Memo!!!

Hey! Did you know that if you look at naked women you are no longer able to teach music class???

FUCKING BASTARDS

THERE BETTER BE MORE TO THE STORY THAN WHAT I'VE HEARD, OR I'M GONNA GO BALLISTIC ON THOSE FUCKERS!!

ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I HATE MY STUPID ENGLISH TEACHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AAAARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*STARTS FREAKING OUT AND THROWING THINGS ACROSS THE ROOM* STUPID ASSHOLE GODDAMN FUCKER. AT LEAST I DID MY FUCKING PROPOSAL AND AT LEAST I CAME TO YOUR STUPID CLASS DONT FUCKING YELL AT ME FOR WORKING ON A FUCKING ENGLISH ASSIGNMENT IN ENGLISH CLASS!!!!DOING RESEARCH FOR MY PAPER IS ALOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN DISSCUSSING THOSE STUPID ASS ESSAYS YOU MAKE US READ. YOU TREAT ME LIKE IM SOME RETARD WITH THE MENTALITY OF A 3 YEAR OLD BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND THE SIMPLE CONCEPT OF DOING ENGLISH WORK IN FUCKING ENGLISH CLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Turn That Frown Upside Down!!

Why do people say that? Besides sounding completely stupid and cliche, it makes no sense. No one actually turns the corners of their mouth down in a frown shape when their upset, and smiling doesn't look like the typical "smiley face" either. In the case of smiley faces, yes, it works. The reverse of one is the other. In the case of *normal* people, not so much.

In any case, how would I go about doing that? I could fake a smile, but how's that gonna help? I would feel ridiculous and wouldn't be able to hold the pose for more than 3 seconds. No, it would be much simpler to hang my whole self upside down, including my so called "frown". Eventually, though, all the blood would rush to my head and it would explode.

Turn that frown upside down!!

Now you've something to think about besides your meaningless existance. Next time someone says that to you, they're either really, really gay, or they want your head to explode. Really makes you feel better, doesn't it?

Question On Growing Up

When you reach a certain age, does the ability to have crushes just disipate, or do adults just hide it better? To me, crushes are necessary. After you fall in love and find the man (or woman) of your dreams, its still exciting to have someone you can worship from afar and giggle to your friends about when the person of your admiration actually talks to you. Love isn't feeling all flustered when a guy looks at you or writing his name with hearts around it on every piece of paper you access. That is stupid, immature idol worship. Love is soooo much deeper than that, and it is an awesome feeling and a lot to handle. However, stupid, immature idol worship is good for the soul.

thoughts

you become what you see
all around you
i learned from the best
how to feel sad
how to make an art of it
how good little blue pills are
so pretty in my hand
they slide down my throat
and fromt hem arise a gas
which floats to my head and
becomes thick, slowing all the thoughts
stopping the worry
i drift off to sleep and for a few hours
i forget my problems

how can i ever grow up
how can i deal with bigger problems
when i cant handle the pittiful ones i have now?
when i have children looking up to me
i cant deal with it like i do
i'll have to change if i'm gonna make it that far
and right now, daniel is worth it
i just hope that never changes

It's A Record For This Year!!!!!

Well, for almost 48 hours, I was happy. Now I wanna kill myself again, but that's just how it goes I guess.

Sick of trying - what's the point

Sick of talking - no one listens

Sick of listening - it's all lies

Sick of thinking - just end up confused

(It's from a song, don't worry)

Remember how I said that Daniel was my reason for wanting to live when I get all upset and crazy? Well what the fuck is my reason for living if he's my reason for being all upset and crazy???

How am I suppossed to live with someone that I love so much??

Fish Use Their Inner Ears To Hear The Future

HAHAHAHAHA

Seriously though, I was thinking. Wait, there's more. I'm here to shock and amaze. I would make a horrible fish. Or a great one, depending your perspective. If you've ever browsed the fishing section of your local Wal-mart, you've noticed all the cute, fuzzy, chewy little things they have to catch fish with. If one of those appeared in the water in front of me, I'd be all over it like white on rice. Well actually, rice isn't always white. How about, I'd be all over it like cute on Dr. Dias.

Cammie Dog!

My brother-in-law Brian bought this dog for his lying, greedy, slutbag girlfriend. After he caught her cheating, he took the dog back. Now she's "our" dog!

Katie In Michael's Crib

Michael's mom steals his crib when he's away. She actually slept there all night!

Michael

My precious little godbaby. Ain't he a cutie?? He's about 1 1/2 in this picture.

Daniel and Cammie

I don't know which one is cuter, although Daniel gives better kisses!

My Boyfriend Is A Blonde

A long time ago, in Wal-mart, Daniel decided it would be fun to act like a retard. I mean, a real, clinical retard. He talked like Doofy on Scary Movie and everything. He even went as far as to call me "Cindy". Very loudly. He chased me around saying in a dopey voice things like "Cind...you wanna have sex? I know where it goes!" The last sentence ended up a popular quote which I remind him of quite alot. A bit more recently, I asked him, "So, where DOES it go?"
Daniel *with Doofy voice*: Your nose?
Me: No.
Daniel: Your eye?
Me: No.
Daniel: Your ear?
Me: No.
Daniel: MY ear?
Me: LOL


Ya. It was great.

Yesterday he was writing on me with a permanent marker. It a moment of brilliance, he figured out the answer to the question and wrote, for future reference, in a place you cannot see when I'm wearing a bathing suit, "Insert Here" with an arrow.........

Thoughts run through my head faster than lighting through the atmosphere. So fast that I don't know what they are. All I know is that they make my throat feel like its closing up. They make my eyes and nose fill up with moisture till they overflow and flood my face and the sleeve of my shirt which I use to cover my ugly face. No one looks good when they are bawling like there's no end. That's it. No more. Felicia will be home soon. Can't let her see me like this.No. Can't. My shoes, my coat...what pulls me to remember them I don't know. My keys, my phone...no..no one will call. I grab my notebook. The one that contains all my thoughts. Things I should really tear out and burn. Outside into the cold. Where to go...I haven't got a place. No niche where I can sit and think. Think and write. Write and release. Calm down. I sniffle and walk. Walk and shiver. Good thing I remembered my coat. And shoes. For some odd reason, I want to call Dias. For some reason, I think he would understand. Strange how you sometimes can find comfort only in strangers. I know so many who's lives are flinging poo at them left and right. Mine is handing me boxes of chocolates and fuzzy things, and I am still unhappy. Why? WHYWHYWHYWHY? I love my friends, I like my school, I LOVE my fiance. I love life. I can't think of one thing that brings me so much pain. So where does it come from? Not knowing scares me. Fear scares me. I freak out. When I freak out, nothing makes sense. It's all a blur and I'm lost. Please come find me. Please, take me home. Take me back to my house, my room, my bed, and bury me under alot of blankets and fuzzy animals. A cat would be nice. Play some Hal Ketchum and let me pretend I'm 7 years old. My gramma and Roo and Bug are with me, and my dad is telling me to clean my room. And I'm gonna listen this time...I have to go call my dad.

LECARNUM INFLAMARE

In our dorms, we aren't allowed to have candles in our rooms because they are afraid that we might start a fire.

However...there's no rules against lighters, or against hand sanitizer.


Did you know that the alcohol found in hand sanitizer and perfume is extremely flamable?

It's good time :)

Daniel, You Are My Sunshine

In 60-80 years, I will be dead. That is inevitable. Between now and then, I am "supossed to" complete schooling, get a job, become financailly stable, and blah blah blah. What for? No matter how successful you are, or which park bench you sleep on at night, you are still going to die. Maybe tomorow, maybe next century.
When I am feeling really down, I wonder what point there is in going through the motions of daily live, upsetting myself and others in the process and boring myself with the same old routine. "Life isn't fair." "Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to." "No pain, no gain." What's the point of hurting yourself emotoinally or physically for something that won't matter after your passing? What's the point in anything?
This life is just a game. We gain skill points. We collect pieces of paper and small coins which are believed to have some sort of monetary value. These objects are traded for other objects which are supossed to make us happy. We interact with the other players and decide whethere we like them and how we will treat them. We decieve, love, and hate each other, and in the end, it makes no difference. The game ends, whether we win or lose, and it is disputed whether or not there is a "Play Again?" option. But then, would you really want to? Depending my mood, I may or may not. Just like with a game, I get bored of life. When you are deep in a hole of dispare, you're not likely to see the light from the sun, and once you reach a certain depth, you stop looking for it.
But sometimes, the light comes looking for you. Whenever I go home for the weekend, my sunshine finds me. His name is Daniel, and without him, I would have nothing hopeful to think of during those dark, dark times which are occuring more and more often. The prospect of spending the rest of my days with him and raising beautiful children that are born of our love and that will live on after we are both gone, that is something that I WANT to do. I'm going to school so I can get a good job that I will enjoy, and therefore not get fired from, so that I can provide for my family. I am not doing it to win at the game of life, because, frankly, I never was very competetive.

I've A Question For You, Adam.

Why are moose called moose when they don't moo? Cows moo. Shouldn't cows be called "moose".

Ron/Harry

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter

unfortunately, I don't know who drew this picture, only that I didn't.

Lately, I have been oddly obsessed with the idea of Ron and Harry being...Well...Better friends than they are now. Before you try putting me back in my tree, I must point out that I am not alone in this. There are hundreds of fanfics detailing fantasies of this and other bizarre pairings from the books.

Notice, please that while I could have posted a very scandalous picture (trust there are a few) I chose this simple, innocent one. For any homophobes, the giddiness of puppy love illustrated in this picture either sickens or alludes completely. I personally think it is just so damn cute! Casually feeling that special someone wrap their arms around you from behind while you stand in mid breath, savoring the moment...Such a beautiful feeling, and I love that my two best friends can feel it with each other.

What's Your Problem?

I finally figured out what mine is.
I'm suffering from depression. And homesickness.

I am so tired of crying. I'm so tired of this constant feeling that everything I care about is slipping away, when I know it's not. I'm tired of riding this emotional rollercoaster alone. At school, I learned to disguise my sadness by masking it with anger. Instead of being an emotional mudpuddle, I am now an irritable bitch. I don't like making people mad at me, but what can I do? I don't feel comfortable talking to them about why I cry myself to sleep, or why I skip class so much.
At home, no one knows anything is wrong. This isn't because I hide it, because to be honest, trying to hide my feelings is like trying to hide the cuts on my wrist. I almost can when I try, but it's very suspicios, and the moment I let down my gaurd, they're completely visible, and difficult for me to explain. At home, I appear happy, because I truely am happy. I would rather be stuck in Daniel's house, fighting with him, then 2 hours away, missing him terribly. I would rather be at home, bored as hell, than here, surrounded by people. It is uber important that I finish college, but I don't know how much more of this I can take.

Me at school:
withdrawn
socially isolated
visibly irritated at the presence of other people
bitchy at people who are "intruding" on my life (which just means they knocked on my door or called without my permission)

Me at home:
social butterfly
talking to everyone
always laughing
acting stupid for laughs

Do you see the difference? I have nothing against my school, nor the people in it. To be honest, I love this place and I love my friends. But for some reason, lately I have been irritated at anyone who stops by, calls, or says "hi" without my prior consent. I cry a lot when I'm here. I feel like I have no one here to talk to. I mean, there's loads I can talk to about whatever, but feelings, emotions...There is no one who cares. I know this isn't true; Mal and Stacy both will listen, offer advise, and be great friends when I need them. Yet I push them away as well.

My Loyalty Will Lie With Those Who Care
In high school, I had loads of people I talked to on a regular basis. 90% of them said over and over that they would miss me after graduation, and that they were worried I would forget them. Only 3 people from my whole class care enough to keep in touch, and there are only a couple others from the whole damn school who occasionally send a phone message or an impersonal e-mail forward. I tried to keep in touch, giving everyone my cell number, my new e-mail address, this blog address...No one seems to care. Only when I send a lengthy e-mail to someone do I manage to get a couple lines in return. ITS PATHETIC! Don't forget the little people...fuck you. THEY DON'T REMEMBER ME.

My TRUE friends, who call me, who listen to my problems, and who I still care about, are:
Crystal
Tyler
Roy
Katie

For everyone else, after I get over the shock that you really DO read my blog on a regular basis, I would LOVE to get a note...Let me know how your doing, let me know how classes are going, anything. I need to know that you still care.

I'm sorry for laying all this on you. I'm just proud, because even though it is evident that I have a problem, at least I have identified it.

Harry Potter Obsession

**If you're wondering why this post keeps appearing at the top of the list, it's because I keep adding things to it.**

When Harry Potter first came into being, all the hype turned me off of it. Felicia fored me to watch The Sorcerer's Stone on night, and now I'm all but obsessed. Those of you who know me well understand that obsession is something I tend to refrain from (Ya freaking right!). There are several sites which list symptoms of Harry Potter Obsession, but I couldn't really find the ones I was looking for, and so I just made my own list. Keep in mind that all of these do apply to me:

You Might Be Obsessed With Harry Potter If:
*You skip class (on a regular basis) to watch/read HP
*You have a crush on one (or three) of the characters
*You have HP posters on your wall
*You see an owl two nights in a row and get anxious that he could have your letter from Hogwarts
*You think your school is Hogwarts
*You belong to Hogwarts Online
*You use a silly british accent just so you can sound like the characters
*You set your answering machine to say you can't come to the phone because spiders are making you tapdance
*You freak out because a guy at your school looks like Harry
*You are all bummed out because your DVD player doesn't work and you haven't seen a HP movie in a whole week
*You repeatedly have to remind yourself that HP is not real
*You attempt to use spells/charms in every day life (and get frustrated when they don't work)
*After a session of reading a HP book, you long to go hang out with your friends Harry, Ron, and Hermione. (And Draco ^*^sigh^*^)
*You feel ashamed when you find out that Lucious Malfoy is a Death Eater. He was your future father-in-law!
*When you go to a dance at your school, you more than once grab your cell phone, thinking that you will call Ron and Harry to come hang out with you.
*You fall asleep clutching your precious HP book with your "wand" laying near by.

*When you see the actors from the movie in other films, you think things like "Wow. I never knew Professor Lupin was an actor. Tomorow in Dark Arts I'll tell him that I saw him play in Gangster Number 1."

Female Brain Cell

Once upon a time there was a female brain cell which by mistake happened to end up in a man's head. She looked around nervously but it was all empty and quiet. "Hello?" she cried, but heard no answer.
"Is there anyone here?" she cried a little louder, but still no answer. Now the female brain cell started to feel alone and scared and yelled at the top of her voice," HELLO!!! IS THERE ANYONE HERE?"

Then she heard a very faint voice from far, far away: "We're down here..."

Senior Moments

Although I could definitely see me and my peers doing this one.

Three old guys are out walking.
First one says, "Windy, isn't it?"
Second one says, "No, its Thursday!"
Third one says, "So am I. Let's go get a beer."