Not that I ever had a cool level in the first place but anyway
My topic of the day is Silly Bandz, I'm sure you have heard of them. Those little rubber bands that turn into the shapes of animals, letters and all kinds of other shapes. Well, I found this article:http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/17/nyregion/17toy.html
In this article it discusses how Silly bandz are all the rage in elementary school. I mean these things are bigger than Beanie Babies were and that my friends is saying something. In the article it also discusses how elementary schools are actually banning them because they cause a distraction. Now, I am currently wearing nine of them. And yesterday I certainly did conduct a trade of a flamingo for a bunny and a duck. And I thought I was wicked cool and that everyone who wasn't wearing any were behind the times.
I also have this quote from Katie McQuate: "I buy them everytime I see them. I don't wear them, I give them to my neice because I want her to be the cool kid in her class with them all the way up her arm."
This isn't going to get me to take off my silly bandz which are my only hope of ever being remotely cool, though. I just thought it was an interesting thought to discuss. That and I haven't posted for awhile.
Also, anyone want to give me some advice as to how I can set up a website. Is it possible to do that for free?
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Bitchyness
Wow, this is bad, I haven't posted in a really long time.
Today stressed me out so bad. First, I had to do a hand out for Self Injury Awareness day because Ryan Hoover decides to tell me LAST NIGHT that it is on March 1st, MONDAY. So during first period I was stuck in the library working on the handout, after having Mr. Innes get all snappy with me about having to leave his class when I really just wanted to punch him in the face but I held it in. And once at the library, the stinken librarian tells me to use the laptops and the LAPTOP would not access the internet even after I tried FOUR fucking TIMES. So, half the period wasted, I go over to the desktop, get the internet the first time, do my research, type up my paper and boom, done. So, I'm thinking, that's all I have to do for this fucking thing. WRONG! I then had to take it to the principal's secretary, get interrogated by her about what the handout had on it. What did she expect me to say? Porn? Then, she told me to come back down later. So I had to fit that into my busy schedule.
Also, we are holding a mock trial in English and I play Nastasya and yeah, I don't like being sat in front of a bunch of creepy sophmores (just kidding) and asked a load of questions about something that really didn't happen.
Also, I had to deal with musical today, oh joy. I had this enormous blow out with Anna, SURPRISE SURPRISE, right? This shit has been just waiting to happen. So, her boyfriend just had to get himself involved because you know I was totally doing something to him. Now he decided that he's just not going to talk to me and be pissed with me over NOTHING.
I love people and how incredibly FUCKING stupid they happen to be. At musical we were trying on costumes. OH YES, that's always fun. After trying on three different ones, I finally got one that fit but that was so tight that my boobs were shoved together so tightly that it created a uniboob. No clevage exists there.
Today stressed me out so bad. First, I had to do a hand out for Self Injury Awareness day because Ryan Hoover decides to tell me LAST NIGHT that it is on March 1st, MONDAY. So during first period I was stuck in the library working on the handout, after having Mr. Innes get all snappy with me about having to leave his class when I really just wanted to punch him in the face but I held it in. And once at the library, the stinken librarian tells me to use the laptops and the LAPTOP would not access the internet even after I tried FOUR fucking TIMES. So, half the period wasted, I go over to the desktop, get the internet the first time, do my research, type up my paper and boom, done. So, I'm thinking, that's all I have to do for this fucking thing. WRONG! I then had to take it to the principal's secretary, get interrogated by her about what the handout had on it. What did she expect me to say? Porn? Then, she told me to come back down later. So I had to fit that into my busy schedule.
Also, we are holding a mock trial in English and I play Nastasya and yeah, I don't like being sat in front of a bunch of creepy sophmores (just kidding) and asked a load of questions about something that really didn't happen.
Also, I had to deal with musical today, oh joy. I had this enormous blow out with Anna, SURPRISE SURPRISE, right? This shit has been just waiting to happen. So, her boyfriend just had to get himself involved because you know I was totally doing something to him. Now he decided that he's just not going to talk to me and be pissed with me over NOTHING.
I love people and how incredibly FUCKING stupid they happen to be. At musical we were trying on costumes. OH YES, that's always fun. After trying on three different ones, I finally got one that fit but that was so tight that my boobs were shoved together so tightly that it created a uniboob. No clevage exists there.
Monday, January 4, 2010
The Resilience of a Toddler, Weaknesses and "Boo-Boo Bunnies"
My Child Development and Parenting teacher said something to us that piqued some kind of determination in me. Did you know that the two developmental periods for humans that are similar are toddlers and teenagers. Toddlers learn to walk. We learn to drive. Toddlers want to be independent. Teenagers want independence. If we all had the determination that we had when we were two years old, learning how to walk, then we could do anything we put our minds to. Think about it, we fell and we fell and we fell but we practiced and practiced and practiced walking until we finally got it right. If I had that kind of determination with my two most difficult classes then I would have no problem with my grades. I believe from now on, whenever something gets difficult, I'm going to channel my inner toddler resilience and go at it and go at it until I get it right. Including, relationship problems.
Ugh, lately things have been kind of crappy with Nick. We fight...too much about things...too stupid. I think its mostly me and not wanting to hear his side, not wanting to be the one to admit that I'm wrong. I'm trying to get better though, trying to let him show me his side of the story. I'm a stubborn person. Its the Irish in me and the woman in me. I always have been, I'm one of those people that when I think I'm right, I'll go to all ends to prove I am, and if proven wrong, I have trouble accepting it which usually helps to turn a tiny argument into an all out war.
Sometimes I feel like...he's a weakness because I need him. Yet, is the weakness needing him or is it a strength to admit I need him? I guess that's something that I have to figure out on my own.
"Boo-Boo bunnies"
They are a little wash cloth folded to make a bunny that will hold an icecube, not make the child's fingers cold and will sop up all the excess water. This is not the purpose of me putting it in this post. The purpose of me bringing up this topic is that I wanted to mention something else that my teacher said. In real life, we all have our own "Boo-Boo Bunnies". Someone you go to when you are sad or hurting. Who is yours? Mine depends on what is wrong with me. A majority of the time, about 99.99999999999% of the time is Nick. If I need someone to hold me when I'm sad, I go to him. If I don't have him to go to, I go to Angela. If neither of them are available, I have a stuffed animal Frisbee dog that I named Steve. I go to him.
Ugh, lately things have been kind of crappy with Nick. We fight...too much about things...too stupid. I think its mostly me and not wanting to hear his side, not wanting to be the one to admit that I'm wrong. I'm trying to get better though, trying to let him show me his side of the story. I'm a stubborn person. Its the Irish in me and the woman in me. I always have been, I'm one of those people that when I think I'm right, I'll go to all ends to prove I am, and if proven wrong, I have trouble accepting it which usually helps to turn a tiny argument into an all out war.
Sometimes I feel like...he's a weakness because I need him. Yet, is the weakness needing him or is it a strength to admit I need him? I guess that's something that I have to figure out on my own.
"Boo-Boo bunnies"
They are a little wash cloth folded to make a bunny that will hold an icecube, not make the child's fingers cold and will sop up all the excess water. This is not the purpose of me putting it in this post. The purpose of me bringing up this topic is that I wanted to mention something else that my teacher said. In real life, we all have our own "Boo-Boo Bunnies". Someone you go to when you are sad or hurting. Who is yours? Mine depends on what is wrong with me. A majority of the time, about 99.99999999999% of the time is Nick. If I need someone to hold me when I'm sad, I go to him. If I don't have him to go to, I go to Angela. If neither of them are available, I have a stuffed animal Frisbee dog that I named Steve. I go to him.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
So, I just spent four and a half hours doing pretty much absolutely nothing. Beating my head against a brick wall would have been so much more productive than working tonight. Let me lay out for you exactly what I did at work.
5:30-7- Had actual costumers, real living people that I was forced to interact with.
7:28-7:58- Stared blankly at a speck on my counter
8:00- Start to fall asleep on my heater
8:17- Scald my face on the heater
8:20-8:30- Scratched a nonexistant itch on my ass
8:32-8:36- Repeatedly pace my game moaning loudly
8:40- A visit from Laura, joy.
8:50- The speck on my counter begins talking to me.
9:00- the speck and I are best friends.
9:20- finish this delightful poem:
Hell hole
Excitingly DULL in the winter
Really terrible
Suicidal tendecy causing
Hate Inspiring
Even worse than Nick's jokes
Yahtzee is better than this
Painful
Anus sucking Aliens run it
Really huge pain in my dick
Kill me now, please
9:30- 9:32- Hortencia texts me telling me she bought a Taylor Lautner poster. I ask her if she's going to masturbate to it.
9:33- 9:40- I proceed to cry from the laughter my own joke brought me, I also ponder how its even possible that I have friends.
9:42- I make fun of a fat kid...inside my head and to Nick, but not to the fat kid's face.
9:44- I decide that its okay to mock fat people as long as you don't do it to their faces.
9:50- I finally get closed
5:30-7- Had actual costumers, real living people that I was forced to interact with.
7:28-7:58- Stared blankly at a speck on my counter
8:00- Start to fall asleep on my heater
8:17- Scald my face on the heater
8:20-8:30- Scratched a nonexistant itch on my ass
8:32-8:36- Repeatedly pace my game moaning loudly
8:40- A visit from Laura, joy.
8:50- The speck on my counter begins talking to me.
9:00- the speck and I are best friends.
9:20- finish this delightful poem:
Hell hole
Excitingly DULL in the winter
Really terrible
Suicidal tendecy causing
Hate Inspiring
Even worse than Nick's jokes
Yahtzee is better than this
Painful
Anus sucking Aliens run it
Really huge pain in my dick
Kill me now, please
9:30- 9:32- Hortencia texts me telling me she bought a Taylor Lautner poster. I ask her if she's going to masturbate to it.
9:33- 9:40- I proceed to cry from the laughter my own joke brought me, I also ponder how its even possible that I have friends.
9:42- I make fun of a fat kid...inside my head and to Nick, but not to the fat kid's face.
9:44- I decide that its okay to mock fat people as long as you don't do it to their faces.
9:50- I finally get closed
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
SAT scores, Teenage Love and what makes YOU an adult?
Can I have a drum roll please? Erin's SAT score was a 1470. Which is pretty average, better than what Katee Paone got her first time. Its on to apply for colleges. I have narrowed it down to four choices, and I'm sure my boyfriend will be happy to know that they are all in state. Shippensburg, Bloomsburg, Millersville and Carlow. Carlow might as well not be in state though because its in Pittsburgh and its an all women's college but from all the stuff I got in the mail from them and Sweet Briar, it kind of turned me on to all girl colleges. For one, you don't have to worry about relationship issues, unless, you know, you're a lesbian. There also is alot less temptation on campus to do things that your mama told you not to and you can focus more on your education and my boyfriend's only a junior anyway and he has no interest in anything remotely close to my career path so it really shouldn't matter what school I go to. I shouldn't let the fact that I have a boyfriend hold me back from where I want to go.
Alright, back to my earlier discussion today. Teenage love; real or not?
Once again, I have to say that I am fully on the real side of this argument, not just because I am in a relationship and I am seventeen and I tell that boy that I love him, but because I actually know people who met in high school, got married and had two beautiful children. So are you telling me that their love wasn't real until they became an "adult"?
And what honestly defines an adult? Age? I think not, I believe our decisions and readiness to take on the world define us as adults. I know some "adults" who behave more like children than my eleven year old little brother. I also know some teenagers that are ready to be independent now and have made very adult like decisions, whether forced upon them or not. Such as my one friend, he took full responsibility for his child, even as a teenager and even though his child's mother repeatedly pushes the responsibility of the child on him. He takes the responsibility for her while the mother still wants to be a kid, something she should've thought of before spreading those legs without any sort of protection.
In conclusion, SAT scores were great, teenage love is real in my opinion though I'd love to hear your argument and age does not make you an adult but the decisions you have to make in your lifetime can make you wiser or the opposite. A teenager can be more of an adult than some adults can.
Once again, Drink eggnog, eat plenty of fruit and touch as many people inappropriately as you can.
Alright, back to my earlier discussion today. Teenage love; real or not?
Once again, I have to say that I am fully on the real side of this argument, not just because I am in a relationship and I am seventeen and I tell that boy that I love him, but because I actually know people who met in high school, got married and had two beautiful children. So are you telling me that their love wasn't real until they became an "adult"?
And what honestly defines an adult? Age? I think not, I believe our decisions and readiness to take on the world define us as adults. I know some "adults" who behave more like children than my eleven year old little brother. I also know some teenagers that are ready to be independent now and have made very adult like decisions, whether forced upon them or not. Such as my one friend, he took full responsibility for his child, even as a teenager and even though his child's mother repeatedly pushes the responsibility of the child on him. He takes the responsibility for her while the mother still wants to be a kid, something she should've thought of before spreading those legs without any sort of protection.
In conclusion, SAT scores were great, teenage love is real in my opinion though I'd love to hear your argument and age does not make you an adult but the decisions you have to make in your lifetime can make you wiser or the opposite. A teenager can be more of an adult than some adults can.
Once again, Drink eggnog, eat plenty of fruit and touch as many people inappropriately as you can.
SAT scores, Homosexual Computers and High School Love, real or not?
So, I was hoping to get my stinken SAT scores. That was what I hoped to accomplish by coming to the library but guess what? The stupid school will not allow me to login and see them. Which really really irritates me. I don't care that the previous sentence is not a real sentence. Behind me two people are arguing about wedding invitations and their necessity. Apparently this class has to plan a wedding and their entire lives for that matter and add in all the expenses. I guess that would be a real eye opener. I believe the two behind me are a couple and are group working on this project. They sound like an old married couple. They are now arguing over where they are going to live. Wow.
I wonder what the percentage on High School Relationship marriages lasting? Or maybe the fail rate. I'll look it up. I didn't find a exact percentage. I found a lot of skepticism on it. On wikianswers someone asked what the success rate of a high school relationship marriage was and the person who answered, answered with "Probably .002%" I also found another document written on an adult's perspective of high school relationships basically telling all high schoolers that we have no idea what true love is. This opinion coming from "Adults" really irritates me because some of the "adults" that tell us this are not much older than we are. What right do you have to say that we aren't in love, you may think you are "older" and "wiser", but today in my psychology class, we were interviewing parents and Alicia Snyder's mother offered this advice to us about finding a lifelong mate; "I have been happily married for twenty three years and my husband is my best friend, I can come to him with anything and everything."
Guess what? My boyfriend is my best friend and I can talk to him about anything and everything and I HAVE talked to him about anything and everything. I've told him things that I'm sure he had no interest in knowing at times. I'm sure there have been some things he wishes I never told him, some discussions we really never needed to have, but he's always there to listen to whatever I have to say and I to him. So is that not love just because we're seventeen? I'll continue this discussion in my next post. Meanwhile, I welcome your comments.
If I don't get to post a christmas blog, have a great christmas. Drink egg nog, eat fruit and touch as many people inappropriately as you can. Merry Christmas.
I wonder what the percentage on High School Relationship marriages lasting? Or maybe the fail rate. I'll look it up. I didn't find a exact percentage. I found a lot of skepticism on it. On wikianswers someone asked what the success rate of a high school relationship marriage was and the person who answered, answered with "Probably .002%" I also found another document written on an adult's perspective of high school relationships basically telling all high schoolers that we have no idea what true love is. This opinion coming from "Adults" really irritates me because some of the "adults" that tell us this are not much older than we are. What right do you have to say that we aren't in love, you may think you are "older" and "wiser", but today in my psychology class, we were interviewing parents and Alicia Snyder's mother offered this advice to us about finding a lifelong mate; "I have been happily married for twenty three years and my husband is my best friend, I can come to him with anything and everything."
Guess what? My boyfriend is my best friend and I can talk to him about anything and everything and I HAVE talked to him about anything and everything. I've told him things that I'm sure he had no interest in knowing at times. I'm sure there have been some things he wishes I never told him, some discussions we really never needed to have, but he's always there to listen to whatever I have to say and I to him. So is that not love just because we're seventeen? I'll continue this discussion in my next post. Meanwhile, I welcome your comments.
If I don't get to post a christmas blog, have a great christmas. Drink egg nog, eat fruit and touch as many people inappropriately as you can. Merry Christmas.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
MY THUMBS FUCKING HURT
Which is the result of my hard effort of making well over three hundred fucking World AIDs Day ribbons for every fucking kid in my entire school because I chaired World AIDs Day in student council because Becky Guldin gave me that look and I am way too nice a person to survive in this world. Anyway, I had to stick pins through all of these ribbons. And I only managed to stab myself atleast two hundred fifty or more times. And guess what? Fifty nine of those goddamn ribbons won't even be fucking worn because it goes against CTC uniform code. WHAT THE FUCK?! So students can't even wear a goddamn two inch, if even that, fucking ribbon for one fucking day. Its a fucking conspiracy. I swear to all that is holy, if I find anyone in our school without a ribbon on, I will find them and stick a ribbon to their skin. Just kidding. Trust me, I'm not as violent as I give off. I promise.
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