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.

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

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.

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.

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.

PSH definitions. This shit cracks me the fuck up

Psh

An expression used when something is highly unlikely or that the speaker disagrees with.
Psh, pink cows SO do not come from Denmark!
2.
psh

A dismissive phrase used to show one's disinterest in a particular subject. Often used to decline a command.
"Do your school work." "Work? Psh..."

3.
Psh
something a person says when they have no better come-backs
susy: bob-you're fat.. lose weight bob: i weigh less than you do! susy: psh.....

4.
Psh

Psh is pretty similar to "Whatever" Some people prefer to use it over "whatever" Some people say it if in dissagreement.
Claire "I ran a mile in 5 minutes" Travis "Psh, no you didn't!" or Lea " Don't be so mean!" Chris "Psh"

5.
psh

A way to express feelings of longing, an under the table exchange of feelings. A don't let mom or pop know kind of deal, especially if mom or pop are heavily into Christianity and chastity belts An easy way for males who aren't comfortable with showing emotions to at least put something in.
Girl- "When are we going to get serious here?" Man- "Psh" Girl-" when would you like to meet my parents?" Man- "Psh"

6.
psh
1. An expression used when disagreeing
2. Used as a bleep in order to avoid saying something.
1. Casey: Apples are vegetables Evan: Pshhhh
2. John: Did you see that girls psh?

7.
psh

A word one uses when they have nothing else to say. It's also used in replacement of different words to make it sound more interesting. Commonly used to replace swear words, making a conversation more entertaining.
some1:ur such a pendejo! some1else:psh! person:psh u!!! bob: u need alot of pshing help u pshing son of a psh! me:pshpshpshpshpsh! ray:u've gone over the psh limit gurl

Ten Random Updating Facts

Ten Random Updating Facts:
1. Today is Erin and Nick's Five Months.

2. I officially have begun writing Brilliant Innocence.

3. I'm already at a writer's block. How does this shit only happen to the brilliant? haha. just kidding.

4. Mrs.Gardayasz took my pumpkin roll home with her. It made me angry.

5. I have expanded my college choices to any college with a marketing or communication major.

6. I think marketing for a company that sells to other countries would be fun.

7. Especially since I am creative.

8. And I'm so ridiculously good looking, everybody would want to buy the product....just KIDDING

9. Ridiculously good looking, psh, me? PSH PSSSSSSHHHHHHHH.

10. Is that even a word? Psh. Lets type it into google shall we? I did, the first thing I got was the urban dictionary. Then I got another website telling me what PSH stood for. PSH stands for your mom, in my bed, at night, with her clothes off.

That wasn't really ten facts was it? Oh well, it'll do