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.