Word, you are a mean mean program.

I'm horrible at making myself do assignments, so needless to say I was so happy with myself when I managed to get all my reading analysis done, and two of my seven papers done in one day. This joy was short-lived though. I go to my good friend Microsoft Word and type one paper, and then half of the other. I was putting both papers in one document because they're gonna be turned in hard copy and they go to the same professor on the same day. Just printing one thing was faster, since I've gotta use library printers.  Well I'm sitting there and taktaktaktaktkatkatkakt and suddenly I get that little error noise. I look up from my papers and see, "There has been a runtime error ~~ " We're gonna be douchy douche face and close your unsaved document. BYE BYE. And its all gone. :< Word, you suck. Just because you had a bad day doesn't mean you need to take it out on us students trying to get our work done, thank you very much.

Lesson today: Save often. Like every hundred, hundred fifty words or so.

Unrelated for today, it made my day when I randomly hear one of my favorite voice actors pop up on my youtube list. Then I realize that I put it there. I then congratulate myself on my amazing taste. XD I do that on my Ipod as well. A great song will come on shuffle and I've totally forgotten that I had it, I'll pat myself on the back again.

I have some new sharpies, only nothing to use them on. D:
Well, little chickies I should return to my papers now. They aren't gonna retype themselves. Goodnight! :) 

OH OH OH GUYS.

I forgot one quote that I was going to type about. Its from Bill Cosby. He talks about drugs in one of his bits.  He asks this stoner whats so great about it. The stoner then tells him that its so great because it 'intensifies your personality!'  Bill Cosby just looks and goes, "Yes, well what if you're an asshole?"

This made me laugh so hard. Its goofy again, but yeah.

So, bye again!

More things I've heard.

Yesterday I posted about some things that I'd heard around me. I've got a couple more today.

Last Friday we were in our big ol' 'Murrican truck listening to the radio on my Dad's pet speaker system. One of the politicians was on there talking about tax cuts etc. For some reason he found it necessary to say, "Everything is on the table. Nothing has been taken off the table." Really? REALLY? Please tell me I'm not the only one thinking, Department of redundancy department...  PLEASE.  It saddens me that this guy is a big shot politician who is helping run America. I think that that little slip could have been missed had he said something else along with it, but no. Those two sentences were the ENTIRE statement.

Now, today we went out for lunch. We were sitting there and my Dad was giving me crap because I called a stuffed animal a plushie. Its just a name, but he went on this tirade about how I became too cool to just call them stuffed animals anymore. No, I'm sorry its just a name. It means nothing more than its something else to call the thing. After that, he pointed to my little sister and kept going on about how when you're her age you can like stuffed animals and its okay, but at my age its just stupid. Then my sister piped up and said that she still liked stuffed animals/plushies.  Dad then lost his entire argument because me and mom were too busy laughing at him from there on out.  He goes, "Well you're still your age!"  Yup. She is still her age, I'm still my age, and you're still your age.

Lesson for today, be careful what you say. The most unassuming thing can be remembered for ages and make a larger impact on people's thoughts than you could ever imagine.

Bye my little Chickies!

Oh, I missed Christmas. My bad...

I don't think I have  lesson for this post. But! I do have a menagerie of curious/hilarious/wtf quotes that I've heard and/or come across in the past couple days. (And even a couple I've said. Oops)

"Wait, who am I then?!"

"I won't tell anyone about the scream if you don't tell anyone about the gun."
"Those terms are satisfactory."

"So, he let her in her own bed?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Look Bones, bones!"

"I was doing something for you before I went and got my skateboard, only I don't know what it was. I know it was kinda important though."

"THAT IS MY SQUEEZY CHEESE."

I'm sorry if these don't amuse you, but I found them silly and funny. They are probably more 'you had to be there' kind of things, but I really don't care. I'm happy and in a silly and fun mood.

I hope all you little Chickies had a nice Christmas. <3

Christmas Eve Shenanigans. Or however you spell the blinkin word.

Hey there guys. I've been busy in the world outside the internet. I went to a fabulous party and got to watch a close friend get asked out in the most adorable way I have seen.  

Anyways. Happy Christmas Eve! I'm sitting here in the dining room in a folding chair with the laptop in my lap just a typing away while Dad is browsing the pictures on my facebook and laughing to himself. I think today and tomorrow are going to be really good days. What about you, my little Chickies?

I think I might be on Facebook too much when I always press shift+enter to go down to a line.  XD Ah well.

I had a monster this morning as well. I love monsters. They're like liquid happiness with distilled pony tears and some sunshine for spice.  And now I think of Lady Gaga.

Hurk. Usually I type about something I've learned so I've gotta do that before I get carried away with my ramblings from today.   The lesson that I have recently learned is that you've gotta let the people close to you know what is going on. If you don't, you end up hurting them with what you were trying to protect them from.  They're ready and willing to help, so just let them. It may feel like your pride is being shot, but you'll be better for it in the long run.

Now, I need to find something else to type about. That should be easy enough. My friend just told me that she is worried about the amount of energy I have right now, its nothing new for a caffeine addict though! :P I need to do my nails.  Hmmm. This chair I'm sitting in is green. Most people don't have green chairs, but I do.  And I have curtains with Godzilla on them. They're from IKEA, one of the most ingenious places on the planet.  


Guys guys guys, btw, if you ever get bored, go look at this. She is freaking brilliant I say. http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/  If you've made it to my little corner of the internet that I really doubt anyone else will find, then you've probably already come across her. Just in case you haven't though.


Well, I guess that I'm done for now. I'll probably do this again in a few hours though. XD See you later little Chickies!

Not such a good post. ah well.

I'm not sure what to ramble on about today. I guess its gonna be a sorta negative thing, even though I really don't like that. 


I've been writing about lessons I've learned, so I'll guess I'll write about this one. It sucks how I learned it, cause I was on the butt end, but whatever. 


Being a leader means you've got to put your own pride down and realize that you aren't as hot as you think you are. Just because one person thinks you're the shit, it doesn't mean everyone will.  And, if you're the new guy, there is no freaking way you can come into an established environment and go against the guy that has 20+ years of experience over you. No way. That doesn't even sound like it makes sense. At least it doesn't to me. When you're in a leadership position and you don't do what you should, the guys under you get pushed/pulled/trampled and everything else as they wait patiently under the scuffling of their superiors. That sucks. That doesn't make me want to go out and follow you. Not at all.


And actually, I do have a more happy thing to write about. It actually kinda goes with my last post. I think I've come pretty close to realizing what home is. And that I'm not there anymore. This is all according to my opinions and what all I've seen, but I don't think I'm too far out in left field.  Home is where your mind goes when it wanders.  Home is that place you tell stories about, and all through it you smile because of memories.  Home is the place where the people who TRULY care about you are.  Home is where you could easily see yourself spending the rest of your life.  I really want to go home.  Home, you're never alone.  You could be in a place with people who are all total strangers, yet there is a little strain of comfort flowing through them.  There is always that chance that they have some strange connection to you through someone else.  That little connection means you're really with a friend.  Its just a friend you haven't met yet.  When you're in a new place, it is really quite scary because you don't have that.  Even as a newly made adult.  


I remember being teeny child and thinking about how fearless adults must be.  They aren't really.  I've learned this now.  I could have saved myself so much worry if I'd realized this earlier.  Its not about not being scared. Its about doing it even though you're scared.  That is just the beginning though.  For me, just learning that little step helped immensely.  Kinda like going up stairs isn't so hard when you can see at least one of the steps.


Ah crap. I lied. I have five million things to ramble about. Just like always.


Random observation of mine, nothing deep now.  I have discovered that I can blow my own mind. I was having to translate a passage for class, and I'm sitting there reading it in one language, and writing it in another.  I was like WOAH. I'm awesome! :D It was silly, but it made me happy that I could do it without any trouble. 

Cliches would fit nicely in here.

D: I haven't done this in quite a while.  Ooops. Anways. In the time I've been in the real world I've done some more learning. I've remembered why European women always walk arm-in-arm.  If they don't they get shoved apart and can never find each other again. And it takes two people to make it to the check out in a European crowd. One to pay and one to guard. 


Dogs like pizza flavored goldfish. Unfortunately so do hormonal hungry high-school girls with cravings trying to finish homework during lunch hour. ~on a side note, they do actually turn the dog's crap slightly orange.


That creepy knock at the door, it isn't a creep coming to kill you. Its just your friend from the other building asking you if you want to come hang out. 


Now on to the big epiphany. I currently go to a moderately large really grand school. I love it. Its amazing.  Last year though, I went to a really small back country school. God I loved it there. I had amazing friends who I would have done anything for and anything with. That school gave me values and confidence and determination to make it, but this new school. Just wow. I have every resource I could ever want for my academic use. I have little to no rules to follow, and yet "bad" things happen very few and far between. I often feel like the little country girl that has gone to live in the big city for the first time.  No joke, this feels so surreal. I actually get to go to actual restaurants for lunch. I can use a laptop in the middle of class. and it can be MINE. I actually have a study hall. That amazes me. Unfortunately, I feel so guilty for liking it so much here. I didn't choose to move to such an amazing place. I just had to. I guess this has turned out amazingly, but what about everyone at my last school? They're still there and slowly I'm getting left behind by them. I've got a few new friends, but the people at my new school are nothing compared to the ones before. I'd go back to the little rinky dink school just for the people. They were welcoming, compassionate, warm, helpful, upright people, here its rather like Jersey Shore at times... I've had totally redo how I deal with people. You can't make it here unless you turn rather ruthless and go into a mode where you really don't give a damn. 


Another sort of separate lesson this has taught me is that things are usually better when you aren't alone. When you are alone, you have to draw all of your strength from yourself. If you find a special person (be it a best friend or a boy/girlfriend) You don't have to stand alone anymore. You two can lean on each other and help. You two will try and compensate for the other's shortcomings. Which is amazingly helpful and awesome to have.  Now that I'm not with my best friends to help me, I've learned I've got to do so much more on my own. I've learned that I took them for granted so much when I was with them. I'm not going to make that mistake again.  Now that I'm standing alone, I've had to be stronger than I thought I could be. I already had a kind of spazz/rock bottom experience since I've left, but I learned from that. It showed me that this isn't gonna kill me or drive me insane. Instead it will make me stronger and make me love my friends more. Now instead of getting upset that I'm not with them, I try and do even more. I just wanna show them that they can be proud of me. I don't want them to have helped me for nothing. Without everyone at my last school, I wouldn't be anything like the person I am today. I am so thankful for all of them. I just wish I could tell them so. I'd just wanna say, "Thanks guys. Thanks for everything."

Sorry to be so serious on this post. I won't be so serious all the times! Just when I think I should be. Well, I guess today's little piece of wisdom is this: Don't take your friends for granted. And as cliche'd as it is, tell them how much you appreciate them. Thank them. Heck, tell them you love 'em if that's how you roll.  And don't ever forget who helped make you who you are.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Well Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I wanna say a whole bunch of happy things, but I've gotta say something not so happy first.  


A month ago, a guy that I used to go to school with died. It was a bad accident, he was out with two friends, he was mortally injured, one guy was seriously injured, and the other was just bruised and bumped and scraped.  I went and took a look at the Facebook profile of the guy that died.  It seems that people have been using that as a place to grieve.  I started tearing up while looking at the words they'd left him.  My heart goes out to everyone that is having to go through this one month anniversary of his death.  A parent should never have to bury their child. Never.  


On to happier things.  If it is ever possible, a roasting session is quite fun.  Just fyi.  I've also learned that ham isn't bad cold.  


Now I've come to the conclusion that things aren't awesome until your friend is pushed to the gas station during lunch by another friend. Oh yeah, in a wheelbarrow.  That show "The Secret Life of the American Teenager"?  Well they've got it all wrong.  Me and my friends, we're nothing like that.  My friends are the kind that would ride an elevator up and down in an airport just because we're bored.  We'd laugh when we find "Tits" and "Dix" hot sauces.  We'd run around the book store with toy wands trying to stun/kill/or generally maim the other.  We'd dump balls all over my room and throw them at the fan and laugh ridiculously when they fly rather forcefully in any particular direction they desire.  None of that teen mom crap.  Why have a kid when you're too busy being one?  Nah.  Not my idea of fun.  I'd rather continue my antics for at least a few more years, thank you very much.

Another thing, Katy Perry has it wrong in her song "Teenage Dream".  Nope, in a real teenage dream a dog walks around dripping chocolate sauce all over the gym and then another guy is standing in a dance studio getting yelled at by a drill instructor while yet another guy is on the roof making the building shake.  And then your two best friends are outside playing basketball with a giant yoga ball.  That my friends is part of a real teenage dream.


Now I'm done dissecting various pop culture things that have it all way wrong.  Don't you love days when you can do whatever the futs you want? Me too. :) Stay happy little chickies!

Get it? Got it.

Today certainly taught me something.  Never underestimate the power of a child's favorite book.  They will in fact sit under a motion sensing hand sanitizer dispenser and allow it to wet his entire head before getting up ,and putting down said book, to realize what has happened.  You and your mom will laugh so hard that you end up gasping for air and sounding like you're hyperventilating.

Another lesson for today, it is really good to try and help someone out when they're having a hard time, but you need to know when to stop trying to get them more help.  (I'm not the one needing help here! I'm the one being thrown at someone who doesn't want help.)  When someone is being juvenile and resisting help, the fewer people that are involved, the better.  It helps nobody when now you have five people miserable instead of one. Not to sound harsh or anything, but why would you want to drag innocent people into this when they have nothing to do with why this other person is sad?  You could deal with the person who is upset and let the others be happy.  It does absolutely no good to make everyone upset! No good I say!  I'm just frustrated that I'm involved.  I feel bad for this person and all, but this is NOT the right way to handle it.  Making me look bad because I was supposed to make this person feel better (it was actually unbeknownst to me that I was supposed to) , is not a good idea. Not. At. All.

On a rather unrelated and much happier note, I also remembered why I only have one pair of sweatpants.  They aren't designed to fit short people.  It just doesn't work.  Unfortunately when I'm gonna do a 5k and it is 38 degrees, I need something that I can run in and not trip over, just saying.  And preferably something to go with my lovely reezigs. :) Not to be cheerleading or anything, but those shoes are awesome even if you aren't a runner.  They are easily my favorite shoes to date, and as a bonus, they have a freaking awesome looking base that makes them special.  There is one drawback though, when you first start breaking them in (running, it doesn't really do this when walking), your feet roll side-to-side a lot, which sucks and makes your feet sore.  That does go away after five to ten miles though (again, meaning five to ten miles of running).

Hmm, what little treat can I leave you lot with today? How about this? Doc Hudson, an awesome old race-car that still wears whitewalls, from Cars (and technically Cars 2), is in The Incredibles! I love Doc. --RIP Paul Newman

Matter is space... brain fizzle alert!

Any idea why a champion girls basketball team doesn't have its own bus? Me either.  Anyway, I want to make some people think.  Most people don't realize that the atoms that make up out entire world are mostly empty space.  If there wasn't this empty space, then the entire human race could fit in a thimble.  Because this space is there, scientists were able to shoot molecules through a sheet of gold. (a long time ago mind you, imagine what they could do now)  Have you ever actually thought about that?  Didn't think so.  I certainly hadn't.  Then, me being the nerd I am, had a thought process something like this:

Now I have no idea what the Tardis had to do with anything, but it was there.  I guess my revelation today is that the things that are possible never stop amazing me.  I am always amazed by something or another, it could be the way that a bird manages to carry a round object in its beak so easily.  It is not comparable to carrying a golf ball with a pair of chop sticks. ~coordination fail~  Stay happy my little chicks! :) 

OWWWW

Today I discovered something.  When a cartoon shows a bump on a characters head after it has been hit, it is not creative license.  That actually happens.  ~rubs head~ Yeah, tag just hardcore.  Especially when you're the shortest one playing with people all over six feet tall on a park that has roofs four feet tall.  But anyway, I don't have time to post something sooo interesting, but I did rediscover a picture from a few years back that really makes me giggle.

TA-DA! XD :)  
Advice for today?
"Mind your head. Muahaha." 

"Buddy" Poppy

Oh lord, my father has just discovered dubstep. So now he is randomly going wubwubwubwubwubwub in the background of anything you say. Ah well, I suppose there are worse things.  RECALCULATING.  My little brother got a fortune cookie, he opens it and yells "IT'S IN CHINISH." unfortunately it was in English.  ANYWAYS, on to actually interesting things.  The VFW is giving out their Poppys for their annual "Buddy" Poppy drive, go support them! DO EET. They are nice. :) and Do you know what it comes from? No? Well shame on you! This is something you should know.  The poem below inspired the use of the Poppy. Disabled veterans began assembling little Poppys. These Poppys were sold and then the proceeds go to the veterans. The proceeds also go to supporting rehab centers for veterans and homes for the orphans and widows of fallen soldiers.  So when you see it, put in the loose change that is cluttering up your pocket/wallet/purse/sock.  Just give something and remember that all the people you see doing that are volunteers, their supervisors are volunteers, the people that organized it are volunteers, they get nothing out of it. So please for goodness sakes at least be polite.  There is your little bit of knowledge for today. Not necessarily amusing, but something that you should know. 

In Flander's Fields

By John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies grow

      Between the crosses, row on row,

   That mark our place; and in the sky

   The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

   Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

   The torch; be yours to hold it high.

   If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

         In Flanders fields.

Now something to smile at.  Oh! How about a dog smiling at you? That is always nice. :) Especially when that dog's name is [was :'( ] Kitty.  So naice. -petpetpet- Well stay happy! 

It begins!

Hmm, I will start with something simple I guess. Just a chick sitting around and randomly decided to start a blog. I will put more interesting things up, but now I've gotta bounce. I will leave you with a little teaser thing for a musical I found. Its not recent, but it kept me entertained for a few minutes. :) Stay warm!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxfTx5uotq4&feature=related