November 22, 2014

Impactful Friends

This thought struck me tonight.  When we finish senior year in May, and we all graduate, it is going to be terribly hard to say goodbye to those who have become my closest friends.  I don't mean to get all sentimental, (I will save that for graduation) but I may never see these people again.  I mean, I really hope I will.  But knowing that over time we all change, I am afraid that our interests will shift and we will no longer be as close. 

Even the idea of going through my life without them terrifies me.  These people who I have known for so long, have literally changed my life.  They have been there through the thick and thin and we have formed a deep connection.  They are like the strings on a guitar.  They have impacted my life so significantly that I fear I will never be the same without them. 

And then I realize, even if we all go seperate ways, if we never see each other again, their actions and friendship will always remain.  The music of the guitar will still linger and the song will be remembered even if the guitar no longer plays.  

In some sense, they never actually leave. 

So as we approach Thanksgiving, I truly want to thank every single one these people whom I have had, and still do have, the privilege to know.  Some of these people have left their mark with only a simple smile, compliment, or kind gesture.  Others who I have made a deeper connection with (whether they know it or not) have changed the course of events in my life, the way I see the world, and so much more.

Thank you!

November 14, 2014

Honesty in Emotion

It is truly depressing that we cannot express ourselves.

If we show too much emotion in public, we are the weirdos and the freaks in society.  Even from a young age I'm sure we all knew there was that one kid in class who would cry at just about everything.  Some of the bolder kids would call him a cry-baby. 

But let me ask you this: what do we find so terrible about expressing our emotions?

Emotions are natural. Shouldn't we be able to express ourselves without fear of rejection? I do not mean to say that we should be allowed to endanger other people's lives by expressing our anger and flipping tables.  But namely sadness.  What is so bad about sadness?  I would say society expects us to maintain a bold, perfect face in life, and only show happiness. Happiness and perfection are the great ideals in life.  But shouldn't it be socially acceptable to be sad? We all feel sad or depressed sometimes.  And I can tell you from experience that bottling it down so that no body can see it is not healthy.  Nor is it honest.  Is it not a blatant lie to smile and say "I'm doing great!" when you are really ready to shatter?

But if we consider it, society expects lies and deceit in other forms too.  We are expected to meet certain standards of beauty.  We are told that if we hide the way we really look that we will somehow be "better".  This is not good or healthy either.

So why, if it is not healthy or honest, do we hide how we really feel? I believe that if we instead chose to be blatantly honest with our friends, family, and relationships, we could avoid a lot of the conflict that happens.   So much confusion is caused by a person who hides their true feelings or who sugar coats a morsel of it so as not to be offensive to others.  In my experience, this has lead to the destruction of friendships which otherwise could have been fixed with pure honesty. 

October 31, 2014

Feverishly Halloween!

Happy Halloween, everybody!! Hope you have fun trick-or-treating, eating the candy you intended to give out to kids (that's what I'll be doing!) , or just having a peaceful evening.

I, for one, will be staying at home on the couch.  I seem to have caught a cold from my classmates.  Bleh.  However, the weirdest part of being sick are what I call 'fever dreams.'  They tend to be really weird and confusing dreams... I remember one from my childhood that was even kind of scary... it was just constantly about those M&M people you see on TV commercials.  I don't remember why it was scary, but it was.  I didn't want to sleep after that.  Of course, I did fall back asleep again, and returned to the same dream.  Have any of you had these?  If so, please share your stories in the comment section!  I'd love to hear about your weird dreams!

The one I had most recently was really weird... At one point I was swing dancing (awesome!!) with some girl and showing her how to do aerials and then she said "you're really good at this!" and I said "really? I've never done it with anyone before!" and for some reason that was really funny so we both laughed.  Then some other guys wanted to do a centripetal force experiment using a porch hammock.  So I got in the hammock, they handed me a laptop (no idea why.) and they started swinging the hammock until it finally went flying around.  I clung for dear life to the laptop while my friends kept swinging me around and around and I felt the effects of inertia holding me in the hammock.  Then the girl who was dancing with me wanted to try, so we had to bring the hammock outside (because for some reason they did my trial inside, and now I didn't want to do hers inside too.).  We pushed the hammock and its stand through the window and then she got in the hammock and I swung her around in it.  But this time, because nobody was holding the base, she got all wrapped up by the ropes on the top and we had to go untangle her.  That was about the end of the dream.  XD

Another update, someone on Facebook posted about this app that I have somehow been unaware of for a long time, called "Snap" by Groupon.  When you go to the store and buy things, you can take a picture of your receipt and they will pay you money for buying certain items!  For instance, yesterday I think there was an ad for avocados.  So if you go to Sprouts and get a 47 cent avocado, they will pay you 50 cents!  This is a great way to earn back money that you spent, or even (as in this case) earn a little bit!  You guys should check it out here and tell me what you think.

Anyways.  I love halloween.  I love the candy, the candy corn, the chocolate... Okay, okay, you caught me, that's ALL candy... ;) but I also love the pumpkin carving, the candles, the costumes, everything! :) Tell me what you love about Halloween!

October 26, 2014

When To Call It Quits

Before I go into my actual post, I would like to apologize for not having posted anything in a really long time.  Life has been rough lately.  School has also been rough this year. I kind of went through some sort of stasis period where writing just wasn't possible.  I have come to the conclusion now that I've just been bottling so much up that it all finally came out.  Or at least the root of it has. I would say theres still a lot left.
Anyway, I also wanted to thank those of you who have so faithfully been increasing the page views even though I have not been posting! Makes me feel appreciated. :) And now for the first real post in months.... drumroll please....
   Have you ever had those people in your life who have promised to be there, to be friendly, but then they never care enough to do so? Like perhaps you were once in a closer relationship with someone and it ended, but you still promised to be casual and to be friends.  (I am a believer in this kind of thing, I have seen it work out).  Then after that you tried to get in touch and see how they were doing... but they refuse to speak to you.  Even when you know they heard you or got your messages.  You think "Is it really too much to ask for a response?" (And at this point perhaps you'll accept any response, even anger...).  Well it shouldn't be, but sometimes it is. Sometimes those people completely ignore you.  Sometimes they have a legitimate excuse, sometimes they just want to forget or get over it. 
Don't waste your time worrying over these people.  If they wanted to maintain a relationship with you, they would also be putting in the effort.  Don't wait around hoping and praying for someone to be the friend they used to be.  Every relationship should be two sided.  If they don't bother to put in the effort, they don't deserve to be with you, and you cannot change them.  Your words, kindness, generosity, and efforts will fall on deaf ears.  Unless they seek you out, don't spend your energy worrying about them. 
It is more important to focus on building up your true relations and friendships than it is to dwell in the falsities and betrayals of the past.
Hope this finds you all in good relationships in your life, but perhaps this will be of use to some of you who may need it.
And please, never ignore someone you used to care about.  I understand that wounds take time to heal, but when you ignore them, sometimes their wounds only fester.

July 28, 2014

Peanut Butter Chocolate Banana Smoothie

Yes, its such a long name for such a simple food.  After visiting the Haunted Game Cafe, and tasting the delicious Zombie Elvis (basically a peanut butter chocolate banana smoothie), I had to try to recreate it at home!  After all, I can't visit that awesome place every day (okay, I promise I don't eat these every day,). But still, I found a very similar recipe to the Zombie Elvis that is just as amazing.  And it has protein too!

1 Cup of milk (any milk will do, regular, almond milk, coconut milk, etc.)
1 Banana, more brown than yellow, for sweetness
2 Tbs peanut butter
2 Tbs chocolate syrup
2 Cups of ice cubes (about 12 cubes)

Add the milk, then banana, then peanut butter, then chocolate syrup to the blender.  Puree until smooth.  Add the ice cubes and blend until smooth.  If you want the smoothie to be sweeter, add a bit of sugar to taste.

Enjoy the smoothie!

July 27, 2014

Music of eLeMeNO-P

Alright guys, these people are hands down amazing.  Their a capella blending is terrific, and what's more, I know two of the people here!  Dan Hoeye and Jalyn Webb are some of the best teachers I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.  I really miss having Encore group with them! Anyway, those of you who don't know about eLeMeNOP or Dan, or Jalyn, please check them out.  They're fantastic.

Quote of The Day!

So I need something to get me on here every day to post.  I don't know WHY I think this will help, but I do, and maybe it will.  I'm starting a "QOTD," Quote Of The Day.  These will probably, most likely, be funny quotes I've collected over the years, or random philosophical ones I've also collected.  Because that's what this blog is: funny, and filosophical.  Double f's.  Just kidding.  I do know how its spelled ;) Anyway, I hope this new series gives some of you some inspiration, even if its weird and wacky!

QOTD:  "I think that when Pandora asks you if you're still listening, there should be an option to say no."

July 20, 2014

Keurig Vue Leaking SOLUTION!

Hey everyone, quite a while ago we got a Keurig coffee machine, and its really cool.  Although picking the cups apart to recycle them is relatively annoying (especially when you have a whole stack of them to peel apart.....) It is nice to be able to just make one cup of tea or one cup of coffee instead of a whole pot.  Now I can make recipes with, say, one cup of coffee in them and not have to waste a whole pot!  Yay! Not that I make a lot of things with coffee in them, BUT NOW I CAN!

Anyway, we decided to get the Keurig Vue, a newer model of Keurig coffee makers.  Its got some nice features including a touch screen and multiple settings, but after we started using ours, the machine would start peeing water all over the counter top.  My dad, being the engineer he is, decided it was because of me making hot chocolate and clogging the head up.  But even when I wouldn't make hot chocolate, it would leak everywhere.  We searched and searched, and we couldn't find a reason why it was leaking.  We even sent Keurig the head (which we thought was the problem) and they sent us a new machine.  The new machine did the same thing.  So finally my dad figured out the problem because of one very hard to find post on the internet.  Apparently it has a lot to do with the shape of the coffee you're putting in the machine.

Because we live at a high altitude and the coffee pack things are made a different altitude, the pressure in the lids causes a change in the shape of the lid.  The water pouring into the coffee pack things would run off the rounded foil lids and down the back of the head, resulting in a huge mess on the counter, and very little coffee in the cup.  As it turns out, if you take a paper clip and poke through the foil lid to depressurize it before putting it in the coffee maker, it changes the shape of the lid so that the water doesn't run out!  It works the right way now!  Hooray!

Horsetooth Hike!

I am happy to announce that I have crossed off number 14 on my bucket list! Yesterday, Saturday July 20th, I hiked Horsetooth Mountain with four great friends all the way to the top!  The hike was pretty steep, and today my legs are somewhat sore, but it was a beautiful hike all the way up.  The top was very worth the effort.  I hope to hike it again sometime this summer.  I've also learned that my cardio seriously needs some work.  I'm not terribly out of shape muscle wise, but apparently stamina is something I really need to work on.  Thanks to everyone for being so patient every time I needed to take a breather!  Here are some pictures of the fabulous time we had!

July 15, 2014

Things Not to Do During A Rainstorm!

Sooo... I learned a few things from last night's massive storm.
  1. Don't run outside in the hail to cover your plants with towels.  (Hazardous to personal well being.)
  2. Don't cover your plants with towels when its raining or will rain. (Hazardous to plant well being.)
  3. Don't try to drive in water.  Your car is not a submarine, even if it looks like one. (Hazardous in multiple ways.  DO NOT DRIVE OR OPERATE MACHINERY IF YOU ARE... UNDERWATER.  If you have any serious changes in mood or behavior, or thoughts of suicide... please pull over.)  

So to go into more detail, I was getting ready for work yesterday afternoon, and it started raining really hard.  I decided to wait out some of the storm because I was getting reports of hail, and OH! ANOTHER THING!
  1. Don't drive in hail.  No bueno. 
So as I heard it start hailing on our house, I suddenly remember "Oh no! Not my rose bushes!!!" So I ran to the closet, grabbed the ugliest towels I could find, and ran outside barefooted into the hail, covering my head with the towels.  Of course, about halfway to my bushes I'm starting to realize that once I cover my bushes with the towels I won't have anything to cover me with, but ya know, health, who cares (point number one).  I covered them up carefully and bolted back inside.  Thankfully the hail didn't get any bigger, and I wasn't really at all affected by the hail. About 2 minutes later, the sun is out.  Thanks Colorado.  By then I was late for work, so I decided to leave the towels on the bushes and take care of them when I got home.  After work, the three employees closing the store with me locked up, and we walked outside.  The storm was back with a vengeance.  It was pouring rain.  We all stood under the awning and decided whether to run out to our cars. The employee closest to the building decided to make a run for it, and then she picked us up and dropped us off at our cars which was very kind.  

I started driving home, and about 1/3 of the way home I had my wipers going as fast as they could, and I was slowly losing sight of the lines on the road.  Not only that, but there was at least an inch of water on the road itself.  I pulled over and waited (because I knew my car wasn't a submarine!! YAY!).  After it had slowed and then picked up again, I decided to try to get home again, and I got back on the road.  Despite having seen the 'FLASH FLOOD WARNING' messages on my phone, I kept going.  At one point, the rain started falling in heavy waves, and every time I hit a huge rut of water it scared me half to death.  Then I came to an intersection which, in the dark, looked just like all the others.  Wet, and black.  (Quite the description, I know.  *Bows*) But as I drove into this one, it turned out not to be road at all, but about 12-14 inches of deep running water.  Of course as the car splashed into this one it scared me even more and several things flashed into my head. 
  1. AHHHHH!!!
  2. Oh yeah, I can get out of this, its just like skidding or hydroplaning.  No big deal.  Wait, yes it is.  I COULD BE FLOATING!! WE NEVER WENT OVER THIS IN DRIVERS ED! AHHHH!
  3. Why on EARTH don't they have police here with traffic cones so people don't FLOAT AWAY?!?!
  4. I should call the police and tell them to get over here.
  5. But wait, I'm driving in a foot of water, I can't call anyone, I'm awful at multitasking. 
  6. Why haven't they said anything about flash flood warnings on the stupid radio yet?!
  7. Can water get IN the car? Maybe I should have brought a swimsuit. 
Yeah.  Adrenaline makes your brain work about a billion times faster.  I didn't actually start floating, I didn't hydroplane (strangely...), I never drowned in my car, and I never called the police.  But the lesson here is, just don't.  Don't drive in a storm like this. Ever. You could float, you could hydroplane, and you could drown.  Okay probably not drown, but yeah. (Point three).

Lastly for point two.  When I finally did get home, I went out to take the towels off my roses, and found them to be completely waterlogged and weighing down my rose bushes.  I carefully peeled them off and found some of the new growth on them broken off because of the immense weight.  Thus, don't put towels on plants, but tarps instead.  Tarps don't absorb water.  Towels do.  There's my helpful spiel of the day! Enjoy :)

July 10, 2014

Solution to Riven Freezing

Hey everyone!  With the relaxation and time off provided by summer, I've had time to actually play some games!  One of my favorite game series is Myst.  Some of you may have heard of it, others probably not.  It is a pretty old series, but its basically the mother of all escape games.  If you want to find out more about it, please visit this article.

Anyway, after already completing the first game of the series, Myst I, I started playing Riven, the second game of the series (I know right, playing games chronologically?? Who would do such a thing?!).  Although both of them are old, and both of them need to be run in 'compatibility mode' on Windows 7, they should both run fine.  Or so you would think.  For me at least, Riven wasn't working very well.

I would start up the game, it would run for a little while and work just fine, and then, very randomly, it would freeze.  It would lock up so bad that I had to go to Task Manager and end the process to kill it.  But I was always able to restart the game and run it for a little while again before it repeated this.

But for those of you reading this for the solution and not just to hear me yammer on, good news!  A solution is here! Thanks to the help of one of my friends, I was finally able to fix this problem!  I believe the problem occurred because I run a 64 bit system and not a 32 bit.

  1. Start Riven as you normally would.
  2. As soon as it gets to the main menu in the game, hit CTRL+SHIFT+ESC.
  3. This should bring up Task Manager.  Click the "Processes" tab.

  1. If you are not already running as an Administrator, click on the "Show processes from all users" button near the bottom of Task Manager. 
  2. Once that loads, look for "Riven.exe" and click it.  

  1. Now right click it, and then click "Set Affinity..." 
  2. De-select all of the CPU processors except for CPU 0.  It does not have to be CPU 0, it could be any of them, but make sure you only have one of them selected.  Riven is an older program, and it does not know what to do with more than one CPU processor running it. 

  1. Click "OK" and return to the game!  Simple as that.  
Hope this helps somebody!  Please comment! 

June 19, 2014

Single Serving Cinnamon Roll

Hey everyone!  So, for some reason I've recently been craving a cinnamon roll, but unfortunately I'm (A.) too lazy to make a whole batch, (B.) too impatient to spend so much time making a whole batch, and (C.) not really wanting to make a whole batch, because it uses so many ingredients.  Or, I should say, a lot of what ingredients it uses.  That didn't really make sense.  That's okay.  ANYWAY.  I was scouring the internet for a recipe that was (A.) fast, (B.) small, and (C.) delicious! The first qualification was easy to find, but unfortunately called for using yeast.  Let me tell you, for a single serve cinnamon roll, you don't need yeast.

The second qualification was harder to find, and the third even harder because it is difficult to taste a recipe from your web browser.  In fact, impossible.  You can only imagine what it would taste like.  Now I'm picturing someone licking their computer monitor, which is a rather disturbing image and therefore I had to share it with you!  You're welcome :)

Yes, I did just Google search that.  :)

Anyway, I found this recipe here that is a single serve, and supposedly delicious, fast, easy-to-make cinnamon roll.  I scrolled through the pictures and the ingredients, and decided that I would have to modify this recipe to make it to my tastes.  No offense to the creator of that yummy looking cinnamon roll, but the dough looked kinda crumbly when she was making it.  Not only that, but I didn't have dates readily available, and I wasn't about to peel a banana just to use two tablespoons of it.  

So, after that long winded explanation, here's the recipe that I created, using that one as a base.

Time: 30-40 minutes at the most.
Servings: 1-2 (sharing is caring!)

Ingredients for the dough: 
1/3 cup + 1 tbs flour
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/8 tsp salt, scant
1 tbs butter, melted
1 tbs white sugar
1 1/2 tbs milk

Ingredients for the filling:
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp white sugar
1/2 tsp brown sugar
1/2 tbs butter, melted
1 pinch of salt

Directions for dough:
  1. Mix together all dry ingredients in a small bowl (flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, sugar).  
  2. Melt the butter in a small dish in the microwave, and pour it into the dry ingredients.
  3. Add the milk, and mix all of the ingredients together until you get a soft dough.  If you get little clumps of dough, try adding a tad bit more milk, but not too much.  You only want all the ingredients together in a dough clump, not in a soup.  If you have added too much milk, or it just seems too soupy, add some more flour.  
  4. (This is the best part.) Squish the dough with your hands until it is all gathered into one ball, and the mixture seems even.  Set it aside.
Directions for filling:
  1. In another small bowl, mix together the cinnamon, white sugar, brown sugar, and pinch of salt.  
  2. Melt the butter in a small dish in the microwave, but DO NOT add it to the sugar mixture. 
  3. Now we get to add it to the dough!  Take a small cutting board, or even your counter, and sprinkle a little flour on it.
  4. Take your dough ball and roll it out into a log shape, then squish it out into a long flat rectangular shape.  Don't make it too wide, or you will have to do what I did and cut it in half.  That is why my picture seems like it has two cinnamon rolls instead of one.  The longer your strip of dough is, the thicker diameter roll you will get, so its better to make it long than wide.  
  5. Take your melted butter and drizzle it onto your dough strip.  Using a spoon, smear the butter evenly across the whole strip.
  6. Next, take your sugar filling mix and sprinkle it onto the length of the strip.  Again using a spoon, spread it into the butter so that it evenly coats the dough.  
  7. Using your fingers, begin to roll the dough lengthwise until it is one little bundle. 
  8. Grab a mug and stick it inside.  If you made the roll to wide, it will likely stick out of the mug, or fall over.  If this is the case, cut the roll in half and stick both little bundles into the mug.  
  9. Microwave it for 1 to 1:30 minutes.  If might look pretty soft on the top, but keep in mind that the bottom will cook faster, and the longer you cook it, the crunchier the bottom of the roll will be.  This recipe also has no eggs in it, so you could even eat it without microwaving it at all.  
Voila!  You have a cinnamon roll, ready to eat!  Unless of course you want to add some frosting to the top, which is highly recommended! ;)

Frosting ingredients:

2 tbs of butter
2 tbs of cream cheese
1/2 cup powdered sugar
1/4 tsp of vanilla extract

Directions for frosting:
  1. Put both the butter and the cream cheese into a small dish or mug, and microwave it until the butter is completely melted. This will make both ingredients much easier to whip into a frosting!
  2. In a small bowl, add the powdered sugar and the vanilla, then add your butter and cream cheese mixture.  Using a spoon or a whisk, mix all the ingredients together until smooth.  If it seems a little bit watery, that's okay.
  3. *OPTIONAL* Chill the frosting until a thicker consistency is achieved.  You can even put it in a little baggie and stick it in the freezer.  It will not freeze into a frosting ice cube.  This is due to the alcohol in the vanilla extract.  It will make it into a nice thick consistency, but it will not be frozen.  
  4. Pour the frosting over your cinnamon roll, or put it in a dish for dipping.  
TADAAA!! Your easy, single serve cinnamon roll is ready to eat!

June 10, 2014

Introducing "Professionally Tacky"

Hey everyone!  So my recently graduated friend has a brother. Well, two actually.  But the older one started a band called Professionally Tacky.  They even have a website!  She had told me about them, and actually mentioned their music was pretty good.  So the other day I got bored, and found them on YouTube!  I like their style of music, and I wanted to share it.  They're both funny and musically talented, a great combination for performers.  I sincerely hope they put more music on the internet.  I want to hear more! Anyway, the brother's name is Jadon Lindburg.  Forgot to mention that.  Anyway, enjoy!

And although the video quality of the next video is not that great, here it is anyway! :)

June 09, 2014


Some of you who know me, know that I just love driving.  I don't know what it is about it that I love so much.  Its probably a combination of freedom, and 'rite-of-passage', and 'being an adult' (though I'll never be adultish), and the ability to get myself places when I actually want to.  This means NOT BEING LATE!! Well, at least not being MADE late by other people being late.  At least now I can choose to be late.  Its up to me.  Anyway, I really love it.  But there is something about being a passenger that I really miss.  When you're driving, you're in control for the most part, and you can do things and go places.  But when you're the passenger you can think, you can relax, you can stare out the window, you can watch the clouds roll in, you can daydream, you can philosophize, the possibilities are endless.  Oh, and you can also eat without making a huge mess, because you can look at what you're doing instead of just stuffing your face blindly.  I wish that I could both drive and stare at the clouds, observe the weather, and eat.  Doesn't safely work that way though.  I did realize something about this the other day though.  You know how adults are always commenting that the younger you are, the more creativity and imagination you have?  I believe that is indeed true.  Not because of age, but really more because of life.

That was very vague.  Let me elaborate.  When you're young, you have limitless time, you can do fun things, and you have the freedom and naivety to be carefree.  But as we grow older, we are thrown into the Pit of Responsibilites, Deadlines, Schedules, Work, Coffee, and Stress.  We go about our lives like robots.  
"Wake up, work, sleep, repeat." 
So now it begs the question, who is more free?  The youngster skipping through the grass day by day who is forced to go to bed at a certain time, has to follow rules, and has to be ferried around everywhere, or the average adult who can drive, can earn money, can be 'independent,' but must follow the monotonous rhythm of life? 

June 03, 2014

My Archenemy, Salad.

Okay, I know salads are great and stuff.  I love salad.  With some meat, and some cheese on it, mmmm.... I'm getting hungry just imagining it.  But I'm pretty sure salads were invented by rabbits, who didn't have to use forks in order to be accepted by society for having manners.  Sure, forks are very 'civilized.'  But I'd honestly much rather eat neatly and quickly with my fingers.  That might sound gross, but let me give you some reasons why.

1.  Croutons.
I'm sure you've all run into this problem before.  You're eating a delicious salad with one of those wicked inventions we call a fork, when you stumble upon a tasty bit of stale bread which civilization calls a crouton.  You viciously stab the crouton with your 'fork' and it disintegrates into a billion smaller pieces of stale bread. Now your crouton is ruined, and you can never successfully eat it unless you forget your manners and lick the bowl.  I know, I know, first world problems.

2.  The Lettuce. 
This part especially irritates me.  Lets use our earlier example, just for the sake of not making too many salads ;)  So you're already in tears because you just destroyed your crouton mercilessly with that weapon of mass destruction called a fork.  Now you have to chase your lettuce around in the bottom of the bowl because it doesn't have a big crunchy, juicy stem like the other lettuce you already ate.  At this point, I usually just forksake (ha. ha. PUN INTENDED!) the fork and resort to using the tools God gave me. MY PHILANGES!!! (Speaking of using the tools God gave me, I've never understood why my parents were like "DON'T OPEN THAT WITH YOUR TEETH!! GOD GAVE YOU TOOLS, USE THEM!" and I'm thinking, yeah, God gave me tools called teeth... I am using them...)  This guy here is doin' it right.  By the way, not my photo, nobody arrest me or sue me or anything. :)

Aaaand this picture also leads me to my third point.  

3.  Those big honking pieces of lettuce. 
See that guy? Eating that giant piece of lettuce?  It looks like a lettuce pizza its so big.  Most romaine lettuce is like that.  And when you get a big unwieldy piece of lettuce, you can't just stuff it in your mouth, it looks like one of those heartburn commercials where your 'food is fighting back.'  But this guy is doing it right, and taking it one bite at a time by using his fingers!!!  

Anyway.  Public Service Announcement.  Well, and my personal opinion.  (We'll call this a BSA, and no that's not an abbreviation for some form of swearing, it stands for Biased Service Announcement.)  Eating salad with your fingers is easier! :D

May 25, 2014

Recent Art!

Hey everyone!  So, with no homework this weekend, I was finally able to spend some time finishing up some art!  I found a beautiful photograph on the internet, and I really wanted to do a digital painting of it.  Credits to the photographer!  

Original Photo:

Digital Painted Version:

You can view the full description of this painting on DeviantArt here:

Thanks, as always, for reading! :)

May 21, 2014

Juniors of 2014 now Seniors

Congratulations everyone! We are now officially the next senior class of 2015!  We survived! :)

May 19, 2014


Here's another short that I wrote quite a while ago, thought some of you might enjoy it.  Please feel free to comment!  You all have been so quiet, it would be wonderful to hear from some of you!

Amalia walked down the dark winter streets and shivered. It was a cold night for anyone to be wandering the streets, but she did it every night, and the cold was refreshing. As she glanced around she recognized the squat little building with glass windows that seemed to be its only walls. It looked so empty now that the day was over, and had only a few dim lights on to fill the space. She paused and really looked into its cold grey halls and wondered if she was really seeing inside, or if it was just an illusion. She walked up to the glass windows and pressed her face against a pane. It was indeed real, but it seemed so empty and cold that it was surreal. As she pulled her face back she noticed her own reflection in the glistening glass, and caught the contrast between the empty gray halls and the chilled blush of her cheeks. They were polar opposites. But she recalled a time previous to this when she had paused on her walk to peer into the windows. Except, the first time it had been during the day, when people brought their rich array of color into the blank building as they bustled about. She had caught her reflection that time also, and then her face had seemed but a pale corpse compared to the bright interior. 
Had it been just a trick of her mind? Or could it be true that she shone her brightest when she was not compared to the hues of other people?

May 17, 2014

Short story: Ghosts

As the rain started to fall, a sea of black slowly expanded beneath the droplets until the ground could no longer be seen. Beneath it, a whisper of words could be heard, and a few other hushed sounds.  Slowly the sea of black broke apart into many separate pieces as if the rain drops had shattered glass. People could be seen scattering to remain sheltered by the shards.  Most of them wore a matching black to their umbrellas.  As each umbrella dispersed from the original location, a scar in the ground came into view.  Like a cavity filling, not dirt, but wood rested above the hole.  The wood was ornately carved with flowering vines and leaves in a Victorian style.  At each corner stood a man, all four of them slowly lowering the heavy wooden filling into the tooth of the earth.  As they did so, one solitary umbrella remained, under which a business man silently watched.  As soon as the coffin hit the earthen bottom of its tomb, he turned away from the sad affair and walked slowly toward his car.

He drove through the pouring rain, first onto one of the barren city streets, then onto an even less frequented road, and finally onto a mile long driveway which led to an estate.  The wet gravel road grabbed at his tires as if the earth itself protested his approach.  Finally in the distance he saw the manor rise out of the hillside like a dark slender woman stretching her spindly arms to the sky.  She was elegantly clad in the most delicate gown, white wisps of clouds curling around her every curve.  Despite the strange beauty of it, the fog also seemed to be a veil for death itself, hiding the black, empty manor behind fragile snow-white tendrils.
 The closer he got, the more the manor loomed over him, daring him to enter.  He accepted the challenge as he stepped out of his car and into the dark manor.  The door squeaked, reminding him of the first time he had come to this place.

That day, the door had squeaked as it always did, but the manor had not been so lifeless and barren as it was now.  It had been full of life and light, as if the hulking building itself had a beating heart.
"You must be the lawyer I requested." a woman's voice had chimed as she hurried down the stairs to the door.
"Yes, Ms...?"
"Please, call me Lily.  And you are?"
"My name is George Selman," he took her hand politely and kissed it.
"Come," she had said with a full smile, "we have much to do."

He remembered the door squeaking yet again as he closed it, but he didn't mind.  The house was alive and beautiful, and the squeak almost added to its loveliness.
The second time he had visited the manor, things within it had certainly changed.  The door still squeaked, but by then it was a eerie squeak, a cry for help.  The life of the manor seemed to ebb away.  Lily had once again come to the door, this time much older and weaker.  She was wrapped in a robe and blankets, and she seemed relieved that he was there.
"I'm glad you're here, George.  I called on you because I need to make a will."
He was slightly taken aback by her sudden change of health, but he agreed to help her.

Not long after his second visit, Lily passed away leaving the once beautiful manor without owner, life, or love.  Now it seemed, that squeak as he opened the door was more of a cold, bitter scream.  He shut the door slowly, but it did nothing to quiet its cries.  He gazed around the entry hall, searching for even a small remnant of the light that had once shone throughout it.  Even with the lights on it was not quite the same as when Lily had been there.  He walked up the stairs slowly, savoring for the last time the feel of the oaken steps beneath his feet.  Even though this was just a part of his business, and he should have be here for nothing more, he realized that he would miss this client more than the others.  There had been no special bond between them, no love, not really a friendship, and yet he somehow felt attached to this place.  The joy and warmth he felt the first time he walked through the front door had left a mark on his cold, business hardened heart.  He opened the door to Lily's study, the place where he knew he would find a well organized list of assets to be distributed to the names in the will.  Of course, he would have to check, and double check to make sure she had not left anything out, but that was part of his job.

Inside the study, the furniture was all covered in large white sheets.  It was a haunting image, and it reminded him of ghosts.  He shivered slightly as a cold draft ran through his body.  He began to wonder if anyone who lived here after her would ever be able to give it the life it once possessed.  He pulled the sheet off of the desk and tossed it to the floor.  Underneath it was a large oaken writing desk, carved with Victorian images of flowers and vines.  Just like her coffin.  She had always loved that style.  Despite the fact that he had just thrown off the ghost like covering, the desk remained hallow and meaningless.  The entire estate resounded with the same emptiness.  Without her glowing presence and life to warm such meaningless things, all of it was a ghost.

May 04, 2014

Spring Time!

Hey everyone!

With all this warm weather we're getting, I guess it means its officially spring time!  With spring time, of course, comes spring cleaning.  Not my favorite thing to do, but I suppose it must be done, and I have to admit that its always nice to have a fresh new start.  So, what's on your list to clean this spring?

May 03, 2014

Over 400 reads!

Thank you all so much for taking the time to check out my blog and bear my rambling stories!  We've hit the 401 mark, thanks to you guys! :)

April 28, 2014

Illinois-Missouri Trip

Alright, funny and slightly embarrassing story time!

Several years ago in... (flips through millions of old processed pictures... the film kind...) circa... 2006, my family went on a trip to Illinois and Missouri. Well, my mom had to do some sort of fancy business trip thing in Chicago a few days after we got to Chicago, so at first we were all in one big group.  When we first got to our hotel, I, of course, had to take the couch/bed/thing.  Once it was all set up, I was paranoid that there were bed bugs.  I didn't even want to sleep in the bed.  But I was tired, and so I did, and there were no bed bugs.  (Insert lack of drama here).  So we traveled around Chicago for a while, and saw some of the super cool stuff about Chicago.  We went to Navy Pier and rode some of the rides there, we went on the Sky Deck tour of the Sears Tower, (which was really cool, you could see Lake Michigan from the top of that thing.  It was also kinda freaky being up so high.  I'm not so much a heights person.).

I remember the pair of shoes I wore *the whole time* we were travelling around Chicago.  It was a pair of sketchers that had these big blocky rubber heels (about an inch and a half tall).  I loved those shoes so much.  That was my first 'pair of heels' if you could even call it that.  I remember my mom saying "You brought other shoes, you need to wear those other shoes and stop wearing the same pair, you're going to get blisters!"  I never did get blisters.  But I felt soooo grown up in those hot little sketchers.  Of course, I outgrew them and now I just use them for a doorstop.  One night when we were walking down the street for dinner, we saw an old homeless black man sitting on the sidewalk.  I believe he was playing a bucket drum or something and singing.  His blue eyes were hazy with blindness, and I remember feeling so sad for him.  He wasn't the only one out there, but I felt so bad for him.  After we came back out of the restaurant there was this couple that had bought an extra banana split dessert, and as we walked by we saw them giving it to him, and kindly helping him eat it.  That kind of restored my faith in humanity a little bit.  It was a nice gesture.

  We spent about the next two days doing these fun things. Then my mom had to go to her conference thing, so my dad and I traveled down to St. Charles, Illinois to visit my cousins.  We spent a day with them, and my uncle lent us his car to travel around in.  We set off from their house for about a 300 mile journey into St. Louis, Missouri.  I specifically remember the number 300 because I asked my dad how long it would take us to get there and he said, "well, its about 300 miles, and we're going about 75 miles per hour down the highway, so you do the math."  I never liked 'doing the math,' I just wanted an answer!

Anyway, we stopped at a hotel along the way and spent the night.  The next morning we got up early, went to the continental breakfast (where, of course, being like 9 I only ate donuts and other delicious junk.  And orange juice.  I remember the orange juice in a styrofoam cup.) and then we hit the road again.  On this day, it was usual North East weather, semi cloudy, semi windy, semi chance of rain.  I remember being in the back seat when I heard the car ding at us telling us to get gas.  I asked my dad, "Are we going to run out of gas?" and he replied, "No, we still have some left.  There's a gas station up ahead, anyway."  About twenty minutes later the GAS STATION: NEXT EXIT sign came into view.  About thirty seconds after that the car spluttered, and suddenly started slowing down.  My dad groaned and pulled off onto the side of the road.  We were less than a mile from the station and we ran out of gas.  My dad almost told us we were going to walk to the gas station to get gas, and he told me to change my shoes.  Change my shoes?! There was no way I wanted to change my shoes to walk a mile to the station.  "I can wear these, I've been walking in them for like three days." I protested, "No, you should probably change shoes."  I sighed and reluctantly climbed back into the car to change my shoes.  My dad soon got on the phone with my uncle and told him what happened.  Thankfully his brother lived close by and he told my dad he could come give us a gallon to get us to the station.  Now realizing that we wouldn't be walking to the station, I announced I was going to change back into my favorite shoes, and quickly proceeded to do so.  My uncle's brother came soon and helped us get to the station.  My dad filled the car with more gas, and we proceeded on our journey.

We then drove all the way to the Gateway Arch in Missouri, and had a blast there.  I took some pictures with my film camera.  Most of them have my finger in the way, but hey.  I was 9.

I remember sitting in the tiny little pod elevator where you had to sit down to fit.  I had never been up a curved elevator shaft before.  It was a unique and squeaky experience.  The arch from the ground is truly a magnificent work of art, but the top of the arch was even more magnificent.

Once at the top, there was a tiny little room with two sides of windows.  The maximum capacity for that room was probably no more than like, 10 people at a time.  It was small.  And yet, for being so cramped, it was actually cold up there.  The view was amazing.  You could see so far and you could see so many different buildings! In one picture I took, you could see the whole baseball stadium in the distance.

After we were done at the Gateway Arch, we started back to Illinois and Chicago.

Alright.  I promised you funny, so here's funny.  On our way back, we stopped at some middle-of-nowhere parking lot with a restroom.  I can't currently remember what those are called, so we'll just call it a pit stop.  We parked outside, and my dad asked me if I had to use the bathroom before we went back on the road for a while longer.  I said no, but he decided to use the bathroom anyway.  So I sat there and waited as he rolled the windows up and locked the doors.  Then he walked into the building and disappeared from sight.  My thinking was that we probably wouldn't be stopped for very long.  I was wrong.  My dad took quite a long time to come back.  But it got worse.  I moved my head to reach something in the seat next to me and instantly felt pain.  The window was pulling my hair out!  Apparently when he rolled up the windows a bunch of my hair had been sucked outside.  So now I couldn't move without ripping my hair out.  I sat there with my head leaning against the window in the most uncomfortable position for quite a while.  And of course, I would have rolled the window down, or opened the door or something, but the door was locked and the car was off.  I was stuck there until he got back and started the car.  And he took forever.  Finally he walked out of the building and saw me following him with annoyed eyes, and he gave me a confused look.  He unlocked the car and got in.  "What's wrong?" he asked, "I've been sitting here with my hair trapped in the window since you left, and I can't move.  Can you please just start the car so I can get my hair out??" He laughed and then rolled the window down.  While at the time I thought it was really annoying how funny he thought it was, apparently I've come to my comical senses and realized that this makes a funny story.

Other than picking my mom up from the hotel and flying home, the rest of the trip was uneventful.  I hope you all enjoyed this very long and dramatic story of our trip to Illinois and Missouri! Don't be afraid to comment, I like comments! ;)

April 24, 2014

Problem Solvers

 I've been thinking lately.  Amazing, right?
But has anyone else noticed that people easily notice things that are not like them?  For instance, if you were sitting in a restaurant and someone with some strange skin disease walked by, you would notice them.  Our first instinct, unfortunately, is to stare.  Why do we stare?  Is it because we are innately judgemental? Or perhaps because we don't want to 'catch' the same thing.  I know, it sounds horrible.  That person with the skin problem can't control it.  They very likely don't enjoy being stared at or given looks.  I understand that, but that is not what I'm getting at.
 The thought crossed my mind that if said skin problem is contagious, we don't want it.  So our attention being drawn to something out of place is a survival instinct.  Other animals notice when things are out of place.  If they didn't they would be unaware and likely prey for whatever other animal wanted to eat them. Wild birds know to be afraid of cats and people, but they recognize a bird of the same species to be 'safe.'

 So are we nothing more than a slightly smarter animal?  What sets us apart from them?  Other animals can solve problems in order to survive.  They can recognize 'who' and 'what' and 'where,'...
 Some people would argue that our ability to use logic sets us apart from other animals.  I would go further.  We are able to ask the questions 'how,' 'why,' and 'when.'  
 Must we be problem solvers in order to survive?
 What would we be without asking questions? 

April 19, 2014

Favorite Food

My new favorite food is officially Blood Orange sorbet.  ITS SO DELICIOUS!  I mean, maybe it just goes to show (again) that I'm a vampire.  Not that that wasn't already a fact of my life, but yeah.


April 17, 2014

Over 300 Reads!!

Also, thanks so much to everyone who got the read count over 300!!


Post Wisdom Teeth

Hey everyone, I survived!! I would love to be able to say that I was acting like those three people from my previous post, but I can't.  Unfortunately nothing super exciting happened.  But I'll share my story for the sake of remembrance, and perhaps you can find SOMETHING funny in this.
So, here goes nothing.  And perhaps I'll post a creepy picture of me also ;)
I got up, threw on clothes that I would hardly pass for being dressed to go somewhere, but hey.  The pre-op instructions told me to wear 'loose clothes' so I wore pajamas!!  We went in, my dad was all prepared to record me acting like a freak.  They took me in, sat me down, and put on this silly oxygen nose thing.  After I was all tied down to the chair (apparently people have decided to pull the oxygen out, or just decide to go home during the procedure) and had about three or four different sensors all over me, they stuck in the IV, and started the drip.
Apparently my fingers were too cold (as always) for the oxygen sensors to work, and I wasn't breathing regularly, so they added something to help me 'relax' and I was out moments later.  I woke up hearing the doctor and the nurse talking, and even though she was very careful that I was nauseous or loopy or anything, I was ready to get up and walk around.  I had no hilarious moments.  Which, although disappointing, was a relief I think.  We 'went for a walk,' then she helped me into the car and we went home again.  But perhaps this next part will make you laugh.  I got this drop-dead GORGEOUS headband called a 'jaw bra' (which I think is the most hilarious name), and I get to wear it till tomorrow morning!! YAY!  Okay.  Picture time.

Alright, there it is.  And yes, I look crazy, but thats because I'm intentionally making a face, not because I'm drugged up.  Although one side of my face took the rest of the day to stop being numb.  And it was so weird... I could bite my lip and not feel anything on my lip, but I could feel my lip on my teeth.  I probably could have amputated my lip and not felt a thing.  Not that I would do that.  I like my lip.  Hahaha.

I watched movies for the rest of the day:  The Fox and the Hound, part of West Side Story, Doctor Who, Footloose, the Aristocats.  

I am starting to miss food though.  I really want something salty and crunchy, like some triscuits or something, but nooo... I can't eat real food for several days :(  I get to eat soft boring cold stuff like pudding, water, more pudding, ice cream, and tomato juice.  Yaaaay.. But getting to have ice cream for dinner is a dream come true.  ;)

In conclusion: wisdom teeth are overrated!
Anywho, hope you all enjoy that creepy picture of me.  And the story.  Have a great Easter Break everyone!! Enjoy your food while you can! :)


April 16, 2014

Wisdom Teeth

Alright.  Tomorrow is the big day.  All four of my wisdom teeth are coming out.  While I'm happy to get rid of them so they won't cause me problems later on, its still a stressful thing.  I'm not sure how I'll do tomorrow, hopefully I won't freak out.  Then again, I am pretty squeamish.  What really sucks about this is the fact that its over Easter break.  I won't be able to eat the yummy food!!! I mean, I get ice cream and pudding, which is pretty legit, but I love food.  I'm going to be sad to not be able to eat real food for a while.  What I am looking forward to is how I react after the IV sedation.  I've heard a lot of funny stories about when people come out from under it, and I hope I have my own hilarious story to tell.  So, for something to look forward to, here are some of the funniest reactions to sedation after wisdom tooth surgery.  All credit goes to these three people brave enough to share their story with the world. ;)


Came across a very beautiful, very deep, and very inspiring quote during lit today.  Thought I would share it with you all:
"I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.  I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary.  I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole genuine meanness of it, and publish its excursion."  ~ Walden, by Henry David Thoreau.

April 08, 2014

How to remove ink from clothing

  Anyone out there who uses fountain pens? (ME ME ME!!!) Well, if you also happen to be a klutz like I am, you've probably stained some article of clothing and have come here to find out how to get rid of it.
My stain happened when I left a pen uncapped on my desk and leaned my elbow on it, and because I had never stained anything with fountain pen ink before I kinda freaked out.  I quickly scoured the internet for how to get rid of the stain.  Here is a combination of methods that works extremely well.  And seeing as I stained a white shirt sleeve with dark blue ink and erased it completely, it works pretty darn well.

Things you will need:
  1. Stained clothing
  2. Hairspray
  3. Cotton balls or cotton pads
  4. Cardboard, paper towels, or more cotton
  5. Lukewarm water
  6. A bucket
  7. Clorox 2
  8. Tide
  9. Patience
Step 1:  Place cardboard, paper towels, or cotton underneath the layer of clothing which has been stained.  When we go to remove the stain itself, we don't want the stain to seep through into the next layer and make it even worse.
Step 2:  Spray the area with a fair amount of hairspray, and let it sit for a few moments to settle into the fabric and the stain.  The hairspray will work the same way it does on hair; it will stick to the ink on the surface of the clothing, and when we go to remove it, lots of the stain will come with it.
Step 3:  Wet some paper towels or cotton with water (lukewarm water is fine, but slightly warm water is also good).  Begin to dab at the stain.  Don't rub it.  Rubbing will generally only make the stain go further into the fibers of the fabric.  So when you dab try to lift the stain out, not across.  You will find that a lot of the ink comes out onto the paper towel/cotton, so you will have to use more paper towels or cotton.
Step 4:  Repeat steps 2 and 3 until it appears that adding more hairspray and dabbing it back out does not seem to be making any more progress.
Step 5:  Put your now less-stained clothing into the bucket (after removing the cardboard) and fill your bucket about half full with water (again, lukewarm or slightly warm).  Make sure your stain is submerged in the water, but near enough to the surface that you can still see it.  Add some Clorox 2 right over the stain, and try to rub some of it into the fabric gently.  Stir it up a just a bit in the bucket.  Now add a bit of Tide and again rub it gently into the stain and swish it around a little.
Step 6:  Leave the bucket with your clothing and water solution in it to sit somewhere safe for a couple of days.  No need to add anything more to the water, or change the water, just leave it alone and underwater for a while, and by the time you're ready to do your laundry the stain should be all gone!  I went back to check on mine after about 4 or 5 days and I could not find the stain at all.  It was gone!

Best of luck to you all, hope you found this to be helpful!



  Has anyone considered how odd trees are?  I mean, when I look at a tree, bare from the winter, it reminds me of a weight.  Just its shape.  If you took it out of the ground, and take away all the dirt clinging to the roots, it would look like a stick holding together two different ends of 'roots.'  The branches are the 'roots' that collect sunlight and release gases, but the bottom roots collect water and minerals.  And the middle part... well, I guess its responsible for making the tree grow taller and for multiplying cells.

I almost wonder what would happen if you planted an already grown tree upside down, so that the real roots were reaching toward the sun, and the branches were underground.  Would the tree adapt to be just another tree? Or would it be something completely different? And honestly, what is the purpose of a tree... especially in winter? They drop all of their leaves and go into stasis; so what good do they do during the winter?

If anyone considers this deeply, they too will begin to question not only the purpose and oddities of trees, but the purpose and oddity of all life.  What purpose do we really serve?

March 18, 2014

Devilish Cream Cheese

For all of you out there who just adore cream cheese, keep this story in mind. Perhaps this moral applies to more than one situation, but it definitely applies to those absent minded people out there (like me,) who do stupid things.

And beware. This post might get cheesy. ;)

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, I was a middle schooler. And even then I had a strange fetish (an inanimate object worshiped for its supposed magical powers or because it is considered to be inhabited by a spirit.  Google it.) for cream cheese. Yum. I used to spread it carefully and thickly on two pieces of bread and take it to school as "a sandwich." Yum again. However, on this one particular school morning I got sick and tired of the cream cheese being too cold to spread on the bread without tearing it, so I threw it in the microwave. Apparently I should have read this wikihow article on How To Soften Cream Cheese beforehand.

 Yeah, it might melt it. Or, ya know, set it on fire.

At the time I really just wanted to microwave the darn cheese and finish making my lunch, so I wasn't really paying attention.  So I opened up a new box of Philadelphia cream cheese, threw the whole unopened thing in the microwave, set for about 30 seconds and pushed start.

Do you see that picture? See how the cream cheese is wrapped in foil?  I threw the whole thing, foil and all, into the microwave.  Even at the time, I knew that putting metal in the microwave was a nono.  But I didn't know what it would do.

Well, this is what it did.  As soon as I pushed start, the microwave lights started flickering on and off as blue bolts of electricity shot from the top of the microwave into the cream cheese.  These bolts of lightning made lighting sounds too.  It sounded like popcorn on steroids.  It was so loud I had to cover my ears while I reached hesitantly toward to the microwave STOP button.  I wasn't sure whether the microwave would electrify me or fry me or something.  Worried my parents would come downstairs and wonder why I was making popcorn at 6:00 AM, I pushed STOP.  The lights in the microwave went off like they usually did.  I slowly opened the door and the lights came on, just like normal.  As soon as the door opened and air entered the microwave, the corners of the package caught on fire like little aluminum foil candles.  I never knew aluminum foil could catch on fire.  I mean, all metal melts, but apparently it can catch on fire too.  I quickly blew out the cream cheese candle, and pulled it out of the microwave.

For being shot through with 1200 watt lighting, the cheese was barely softened.  I would have thought it would melt. You were wrong Wikihow, the cream cheese didn't melt.  It skipped the whole melting stage.  It caught on fire.  

Let this be a lesson to those cream cheese heads out there.  Never microwave metal.  Even when you're not paying attention.  

February 20, 2014

Wait a minute... What time did you say it was?!

Waking up.  One of the most horribly annoying and hated things I have ever experienced.  Well, that's probably not true.  I can think of many many things which I hate more than waking up before I'm darn good and ready. One of those things is waking up before your alarm goes off.  That.  Is just wrong.  It's times like those when I truly hate my brain.  I had a couple of these moments a week or so ago, where I woke up and I totally remembered hearing my alarms go off.  It was a conscious thought too, like, "oh yeah, I've hit snooze on my alarm three or four times now, I absolutely need to get up now."  The first incident when this happened, I checked my phone for the time, and I saw what time it was.  Despite seeing what time it was, I proceeded to turn my light on, put my glasses on, and I almost crawled out of bed.  But then I saw, for the second time what time it actually was.  It was 1:32 AM.  And then I'm sitting on the end of my bed wondering why the heck I decided to get up so freaking early.  It wasn't 5:45 or even 6:00.  I had four hours and fifteen minutes left to sleep!  Of course, in the back of my mind as I sat there rubbing my eyes, I distinctly remembered hearing my alarm go off, and yet it was still set for 5:45.  What was happening?? I thought, Am I going crazy??... No, of course I'm not, that happened a loooong time ago.

That morning I gave up trying to figure out what was going on and went back to sleep.  Only about four days later it happened again, only this time it was worse.

Once again, I woke up and just KNEW that my alarm had gone off.  I even checked my phone like three times to see what time it was.  For some reason, my brain totally read those numbers as the right time to get up and get my day started.  I blearily got up, got my glasses, put on my slippers and headed downstairs.  Usually on school mornings my dad gets up before I do, but when I opened the door to my room, the whole house was dark and the door to his room was still closed.  He'll probably get up in a few minutes.  I thought.  I walked into the kitchen, looked at the oven clock and saw the time for the fourth instance, didn't really read the numbers, and poured myself some cereal.  As I was sitting there eating my breakfast, alone, in the dark house, I was seriously hating my life.  The night before, I had gone to bed pretty late because of homework, and it was seriously catching up with me.  I promise you, this is the most tired I have ever been in my life.  I was literally considering asking my parents to just let me take the day off.  And then my brain is like, "Oh yeah, parents... I wonder why my dad isn't up yet."  

So I sat there.  I probably sat there for ten minutes after I finished my breakfast, growling in my head about hating mornings with a vengeance.  I looked at the clock for the fifth time, saw that the minutes said 35, and then I got up to go wake my dad up because we were going to be late.  I stood up, looked at the clock for the sixth time, and then all logic crumbled around me.  

It was 1:35 AM.  

And I just finished breakfast.

At 1:35 *AM*

And I was going to go wake my dad up.  That would NOT have ended well.  So I stumbled back upstairs wondering why I was so stupid to have A.) woken up at ONE THIRTY AM, B.) decided to eat breakfast at ONE THIRTY AM, and C.) read the clock like six times before I realized that it was ONE THIRTY, AM.  After mentally berating myself for being so freaking stupid, I climbed back into bed and then overslept my ACTUAL alarm.  
I don't know about the rest of you, (I mean, I hope I'm not the only nut who has experienced this...) but my Circadian Rhythm has two left feet.  

February 18, 2014

Walmart Fails

In my opinion, Walmart, one of the largest and most frequent stores around, is wonderful in the fact that you can buy practically anything you can think of without having to search for a specialized store.  Unfortunately, Walmart has its downfalls too.  Some of which I have experienced in other stores, and some of which remain entirely Walmart.
Walmart Peeve Numero Uno (I'm sure I'll think of more later.):  One of the most irritating things at Walmart is the 'self checkout' lanes.  Because they're not really self check out.  If they were self check out, you would go to a register, scan your items, bag them however the heck you want, pay, and leave.  This is not how Walmart self checkout works.  You go to a register, click 'start,' and casually begin scanning your items.  Now, lets say you have only a few items to purchase, and that's why you chose self checkout.  It will not make your life move any faster.  Guaranteed.  First of all, if you don't put that item in the stupid 'bagging area' the right way, the register gets really confused.  Now, I would have thought computer systems would be smarter than this by now, but apparently not.  Depending on the problem it thinks is happening which is really not, it will show you several different error messages:
"Item was not placed in bagging area.  Please wait for assistance."
"Unexpected item in the bagging area.  Please wait for assistance."

Now, I can understand the unexpected item in the bagging area being a problem, because people can steal things.  But seriously, it would take one really dumb crook to put something he didn't intend to buy on a Walmart register in the first place.  The one about it not being placed in the bagging area, well, that's just plain useless.  What if we're a bunch of tree huggers trying to save the environment by not using plastic bags? TOO BAD.  USE THAT BAG, OR I WILL NEED ASSISTANCE.  Heaven forbid you wanting to just put the item in your cart and go home.

This honestly reminds me of 2001 Space Odyssey:

Dave Bowman: Open the pod bay doors, HAL. 
HAL: I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that. 
Dave Bowman: What's the problem? 
HAL: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do. 
Dave Bowman: What are you talking about, HAL? 
HAL: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it. 

I honestly think that the "Please place item in bagging area" message is for the purpose of hiring those 'assistants.' You know, those Walmart employees always hawking over everyone's shoulder at the supposed 'self' checkout.  I understand that if they just implemented a bunch of machines to replace their employees, many people would lose their jobs.  I respect that.  But what's the point of calling it 'self checkout' if you can't do it without the 'assistance' of someone else?  Something needs to change about this system.