I, like many others, have an obsession like bacon.
Everyone's copying me. I was in love with bacon first.
I bought bacon boxers and I'm a chick.
I love it's sizzling pop as it fries on the stove. I love the smell of the sweet maple and salty meat. But most of all, the taste. Oh, the glorious taste sent from heaven's angels; a gift from God to our taste buds. Nothing can make a person happier or feel more alive.
Now that, my friends, is REAL bacon. Not simply bacon "flavored things." And definitely not turkey bacon or soy bacon or any of that crap. This is real, manly bacon.
I do, however, have an assortment of bacon flavored things. Two chapsticks, a sucker with bacon bits in it, sunflower seeds, and toothpaste. I have a bacon tshirt, boxers, and a lanyard. I'm so cool. Dang. Anyway, bacon flavored stuff is nasty. I tried the toothpaste and almost puked. I couldn't get the smell of bacon off my lips all day after using the chapstick. And the sunflower seeds just weren't good.
I don't know what it is, but only the one, true, bacon, is worthy of eating.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
CATZ
I have a question.
Why is everyone so obsessed with cats all the sudden?
There is this obsurd trend sweeping the nation of people loving cats. I mean, yeah there's cat people and dog people, but now people who never cared about the subject are obssessed with cats! WHY?! I mean I like cats, I have nothing against them. I have two cats. But now there's sweaters with cats and all these people constantly tweeting about how they spent the night with their best friend (their cat), and people instagramming pictures daily of their cat or someone else's cat. AND THE MEMES. Soooo many cat memes! The grumpy cat, my personal favorite, is growing ever so popular, and of course there are the little kitten ones from the "can I haz a cheezburger" website thing. There's quotations about cats on Pinterest and people are obsessed with these creatures even though they don't have a cat.
Maybe cats really do work for the government and they're brainwashing us into loving them. (I heard that one somewhere, and it seems like the only logical reason for this outrageous trend.)
Why is everyone so obsessed with cats all the sudden?
There is this obsurd trend sweeping the nation of people loving cats. I mean, yeah there's cat people and dog people, but now people who never cared about the subject are obssessed with cats! WHY?! I mean I like cats, I have nothing against them. I have two cats. But now there's sweaters with cats and all these people constantly tweeting about how they spent the night with their best friend (their cat), and people instagramming pictures daily of their cat or someone else's cat. AND THE MEMES. Soooo many cat memes! The grumpy cat, my personal favorite, is growing ever so popular, and of course there are the little kitten ones from the "can I haz a cheezburger" website thing. There's quotations about cats on Pinterest and people are obsessed with these creatures even though they don't have a cat.
Maybe cats really do work for the government and they're brainwashing us into loving them. (I heard that one somewhere, and it seems like the only logical reason for this outrageous trend.)
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Veg-Heads
I'm in love with fried chicken.
It will never ever change. No one will ever do anything to convince me that I shouldn't eat it, or other meats.
I have vegetarian friends, and I fully understand their points. I just don't believe they are 100% valid; they have flaws. The biggest point I've heard is the treatment of animals. Another one is the nutrition and healthiness of meat vs no meat.
I love animals and I agree that they are treated poorly in many slaughterhouses or farms or wherever they are raised and killed. But frankly- I don't care enough not to eat meat. If I paid more attention to it, I'm guessing I'd feel bad about how poorly some of them are treated, but I'm avoiding it because I don't want to feel guilty biting into a juicy leg of Popeye's chicken. I do not think I would ever be guilted into being a complete veg-head though. I love meat and I believe it's okay to eat it. There is only once in my life when I refused to eat any bird-meat. I was about 8 years old and I had pet ducks. The first morning we left them outside over night, a coyote ate them. Imagine a little girl going outside and seeing a mangled baby duck in her yard. That's why I couldn't eat birds for a week or so. But I don't really see how people care so much if they haven't seen in person a harmed animal like that. And my case wasn't even related to the consuming of animal products.
Another thing vegetarians need to understand is that the animal was raised for killing. They wouldn't be alive ever if that was not their purpose in life. Animals don't have emotions like people- and here's my biggest argument to veg-heads- they don't have souls. They aren't human beings. They don't have jobs, other than being eaten or used for other products. That is their purpose here on earth- to nourish the people God created.
There are many more verses, but these two stuck out the most, and addressed the issue most directly.
Another thing that really bothers me is how these "animal rights" activists think it's so wrong to kill an animal, but not a baby in the womb. Apparently, some chicken who will only live a few years anyway, is a higher priority and hits them harder than a baby never having the chance of life. Now that is wrong.
Now I love meat, and I love non-meat things like pasta. Humans are made to be omnivores, consumers of both. But if one chooses to eat only meat or mostly meat, they shouldn't be looked at as "mean" or "heartless" because of it. It is fine, and yes, it's sad how they treat animals but I don't think that directly relates to us at our houses eating meat. We aren't treating them that way, and we don't see it. Besides, they're just animals raised to be in our bellies. You wouldn't eat pets, but these aren't pets, and that is what vegetarians need to understand. It is fine for me to chow down on my 13 piece from Popeye's.
It will never ever change. No one will ever do anything to convince me that I shouldn't eat it, or other meats.
I have vegetarian friends, and I fully understand their points. I just don't believe they are 100% valid; they have flaws. The biggest point I've heard is the treatment of animals. Another one is the nutrition and healthiness of meat vs no meat.
I love animals and I agree that they are treated poorly in many slaughterhouses or farms or wherever they are raised and killed. But frankly- I don't care enough not to eat meat. If I paid more attention to it, I'm guessing I'd feel bad about how poorly some of them are treated, but I'm avoiding it because I don't want to feel guilty biting into a juicy leg of Popeye's chicken. I do not think I would ever be guilted into being a complete veg-head though. I love meat and I believe it's okay to eat it. There is only once in my life when I refused to eat any bird-meat. I was about 8 years old and I had pet ducks. The first morning we left them outside over night, a coyote ate them. Imagine a little girl going outside and seeing a mangled baby duck in her yard. That's why I couldn't eat birds for a week or so. But I don't really see how people care so much if they haven't seen in person a harmed animal like that. And my case wasn't even related to the consuming of animal products.
Another thing vegetarians need to understand is that the animal was raised for killing. They wouldn't be alive ever if that was not their purpose in life. Animals don't have emotions like people- and here's my biggest argument to veg-heads- they don't have souls. They aren't human beings. They don't have jobs, other than being eaten or used for other products. That is their purpose here on earth- to nourish the people God created.
Every moving thing that lives shall be food for you. And as I gave you the green plants, I give you everything. -Genesis 9:3This verse shows that God says it's okay to eat meat. That's what it's for, just like plants. Plants are living too, they just don't have brains. But neither have souls, so it's okay to eat. (This does NOT mean Gingers are okay to eat.)
And it's okay to be a vegetarian! I'm not saying it's not. I'm just saying it's okay to eat meat and it's not wrong at all. Now the Bible does say the weak eats only vegetables. (I'm gonna pull that one on my dad next time he makes me eat spinach.) I'm not sure what that means, but I think it just means that it takes stronger people to not care so much about eating meat. Weak people falter as they really think about eating animals. However, it's not wrong to not eat animals, and it's not wrong to eat them either.
As for the one who is weak in faith, welcome him, but not to quarrel over opinions. One person believes he may eat anything, while the weak person eats only vegetables. Let not the one who eats despise the one who abstains, and let not the one who abstains pass judgment on the one who eats, for God has welcomed him. -Romans 14:1-3
There are many more verses, but these two stuck out the most, and addressed the issue most directly.
Another thing that really bothers me is how these "animal rights" activists think it's so wrong to kill an animal, but not a baby in the womb. Apparently, some chicken who will only live a few years anyway, is a higher priority and hits them harder than a baby never having the chance of life. Now that is wrong.
Now I love meat, and I love non-meat things like pasta. Humans are made to be omnivores, consumers of both. But if one chooses to eat only meat or mostly meat, they shouldn't be looked at as "mean" or "heartless" because of it. It is fine, and yes, it's sad how they treat animals but I don't think that directly relates to us at our houses eating meat. We aren't treating them that way, and we don't see it. Besides, they're just animals raised to be in our bellies. You wouldn't eat pets, but these aren't pets, and that is what vegetarians need to understand. It is fine for me to chow down on my 13 piece from Popeye's.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
The End of the World
So, according to the Mayans, we're gonna die pretty soon.
Here are all the possible reasons the Mayans stopped their Calendar on December 21st.
1. They got bored.
2. They ran out of stone or whatever they made their calendar out of.
3. A wild animal attacked the calendar-maker in the village.
4. They just had to stop somewhere... what was the calendar maker guy supposed to do? Just sit there and make a calendar into infinity?
5. They thought about the future and said "we can stop here, I'm sure the people in the future will be smart enough to realize we are just stopping the calendar and time doesn't actually end here!" (They were wrong about the smartness, unfortunately.)
6. They started making their calendar in a different place or on something else. Perhaps paper?
7. They decided to take a break, and then their whole civilization died while they were taking a break.
8. Bigfoot stole the calendar.
9. The Mayans decided to take a trip to the beach and then got swept underwater, so then they made the underwater city of Atlantis and left their calendar back at their old home.
10. They legitimately thought the world was going to end, randomly, on that day.
Here are all the possible reasons the Mayans stopped their Calendar on December 21st.
1. They got bored.
2. They ran out of stone or whatever they made their calendar out of.
3. A wild animal attacked the calendar-maker in the village.
4. They just had to stop somewhere... what was the calendar maker guy supposed to do? Just sit there and make a calendar into infinity?
5. They thought about the future and said "we can stop here, I'm sure the people in the future will be smart enough to realize we are just stopping the calendar and time doesn't actually end here!" (They were wrong about the smartness, unfortunately.)
6. They started making their calendar in a different place or on something else. Perhaps paper?
7. They decided to take a break, and then their whole civilization died while they were taking a break.
8. Bigfoot stole the calendar.
9. The Mayans decided to take a trip to the beach and then got swept underwater, so then they made the underwater city of Atlantis and left their calendar back at their old home.
10. They legitimately thought the world was going to end, randomly, on that day.
Christmas Shopping
I have a love/hate relationship with Christmas shopping.
I love it, because I like picking out things for people. I like finding things that someone would just LOVE, and I like giving it to them and seeing them laugh or smile if it really is good.
I hate it. I hate how I never know WHAT things to pick out for people! Often, I'm just lucky and stumble upon something I know a certain person would like, but I'm terrible at thinking of things to go and buy. I usually sink to the standard shirt and socks or something like that for my dad because I just don't know what to get. Another thing I hate, is I always want to spend wayyyy more than I should. I want to get little gifts for all my friends, which finally, I've stopped doing. I want to get some people like 6 things. And I run out of money before I have time to get everyone I want to something. It's just frustrating.
At least I still have a while before Christmas I guess!
I love it, because I like picking out things for people. I like finding things that someone would just LOVE, and I like giving it to them and seeing them laugh or smile if it really is good.
I hate it. I hate how I never know WHAT things to pick out for people! Often, I'm just lucky and stumble upon something I know a certain person would like, but I'm terrible at thinking of things to go and buy. I usually sink to the standard shirt and socks or something like that for my dad because I just don't know what to get. Another thing I hate, is I always want to spend wayyyy more than I should. I want to get little gifts for all my friends, which finally, I've stopped doing. I want to get some people like 6 things. And I run out of money before I have time to get everyone I want to something. It's just frustrating.
At least I still have a while before Christmas I guess!
I Like my Guns.
I will forever be a conservative gun-loving redneck.
I'm willing to accept that stereotype.
It's not just because I shoot squirrels out of my bathroom window, cook em' up, and feed em' to my friends telling them it's chicken-all of those I am quite guilty of doing. But it's more because it is a part of our rights. The second amendment-right after freedom of speech, so obviously it's important if they have it as the second right? I don't even just want it because of my redneck-ish ways, and I don't just want guns for entertainment, though I do believe that is a fine thing to use them for, with exceptions.
Guns are important to many people to make them feel protected. Families may keep them under the bed, in a gun vault, in a closet, above the fireplace, under their pick-up truck seat, or even in the bathroom. (Only one of our nine guns is there, the rest are under my dad's bed I believe.) This is a violent world we live in, and many people just feel they have better means of protecting themselves with guns. I live in a very safe neighborhood as far as I know. It's not low-income, the people all seem to get along, it's not in the city, nothing really bad has ever happened around here. Occasionally though, I get paranoid. I have no reason to, but when it's dark and I'm home alone my house tends to make noises I don't otherwise hear. There have been a few times where I've just felt extra freaked-out, and I've gone and grabbed a gun or knife and just set it near me. It makes me feel better, just in case some bizarre thing should happen. I'm sure people who live in the inner city feel even more that way. If I'm in places where there's crime, and very questionable people, and many people carry handguns, I often carry a knife. Just because it makes me feel like I could have a better chance of getting away if I was grabbed or something. A gun would be better, but I wouldn't really like carrying that around. (And I'm not 18.) I know some people who live in the country and get freaked out and paranoid like I do, (probably from watching too much Children of the Corn.) They are more secluded, so if something should happen they might not have neighbors to hear them scream like I hopefully do. If they were alone, they are the only ones who can protect themselves.
Many people see hunting as wrong, and I kind of understand that. I cried after I shot my first squirrel. But when you get down to it, animals aren't people. We should worry about the safety of our fellow humans and their well-being first, and animals after that. I'm from Iowa. Lots of deer. Lots of cars hitting deer. There are too many deer in the city, though I do believe the overall population has gone down (finally) some in recent years. I've come very close to hitting deer. My boyfriend has hit 2 or 3 deer, and nearly hit tons. I know people who have totaled their cars hitting deer. Deer should not be causing the deaths or injuries of humans because of their overpopulation. There are even specific hunts to bring down the population. This over-population isn't healthy for deer, either. There are so many they can run down their habitats. Another thing they harm are our valuable crops. Us Iowans take pride in our corn and other agriculture, and the yields could be higher if deer didn't trample and eat it. There's also the issue of rabid and diseases animals that should just be shot so they don't spread it.
Shooting guns are fun, despite the sore arm I sometimes get after shooting my shotgun with a pretty powerful kick. I can't believe when my friends say they've never shot a gun. I got my first gun when I was seven! A red-rider bb gun, but it counts right? I'd set up pop-cans in my backyard and I was able to knock em' down with the first shot. I'd shoot off my grandmother's deck, just behind a squirrel. It scared them and they jumped off the tree and it was funny. I think me and squirrels have just never gotten along. In the fall my family often plays shotgun knockout. It's the same idea as basketball knockout, but you shoot bright orange clay pigeons instead of brownish-orange rubber balls. I of course beat my dad. (Ha!) It's just fun to shoot guns. I don't believe it's okay to shoot animals just for fun. Even if it's to help lower the population, I believe you should still use the resources the animal gives you. If you don't want them, someone else might. With deer, you can donate your meat to the Iowa DNR's "HUSH" effort. It stands for Help Us Stop Hunger and you just give them the deer and they gut it and give the meat to needy people, while lowering the population. Deer meat is pretty tasty too. I think my dad donates it to a different place, because he likes to keep the hide. Even the hides could be useful to someone else if you don't want it though, so you could donate that as well.
Of course, there are the people who misuse guns, but I don't think the majority of people who use them correctly should be punished for others' wrong-doings. Whenever I hear the terms "gun-control" "gun-laws" there is usually talk about criminals and safety and how it will be hard for people to get guns. My biggest question is, if they're criminals, and they do illegal things already, won't they just get guns illegally as well? Some restrictions are not going to stop criminals from getting guns and killing. Innocent hunters and citizens who want to feel protected should not be deprived of their rights because of criminals who should just be locked up. If the problem is really that bad, maybe that right should just be taken away for criminals or ex-criminals, though like I said, it won't necessarily stop them from getting firearms-but they would be punished for having them if they are found out. If criminals become the people with guns, and good citizens are without how are we supposed to defend ourselves against them?! They're also talking about tracking bullets, which again, is not fair to those who correctly use firearms, but that's kind of a different discussion. I do think an acceptable way for people to get their little "gun restriction" policy they want, without taking away American's rights, would to just require a gun-safety course prior to purchasing a gun. Maybe just a one-hour session before you can take it home. And again, criminals may find a way around this, but it could reduce some of the extremely stupid and tragic accidents that happen because people are too dense to know not to keep a gun loaded, or they don't know what the safety button is.
It is our right as American Citizens to obtain fire-arms as well as defend ourselves, which come with each other. Guns are needed to protect, provide, and even play-as long as you are doing it safely and in good cause.
I'm willing to accept that stereotype.
It's not just because I shoot squirrels out of my bathroom window, cook em' up, and feed em' to my friends telling them it's chicken-all of those I am quite guilty of doing. But it's more because it is a part of our rights. The second amendment-right after freedom of speech, so obviously it's important if they have it as the second right? I don't even just want it because of my redneck-ish ways, and I don't just want guns for entertainment, though I do believe that is a fine thing to use them for, with exceptions.
Guns are important to many people to make them feel protected. Families may keep them under the bed, in a gun vault, in a closet, above the fireplace, under their pick-up truck seat, or even in the bathroom. (Only one of our nine guns is there, the rest are under my dad's bed I believe.) This is a violent world we live in, and many people just feel they have better means of protecting themselves with guns. I live in a very safe neighborhood as far as I know. It's not low-income, the people all seem to get along, it's not in the city, nothing really bad has ever happened around here. Occasionally though, I get paranoid. I have no reason to, but when it's dark and I'm home alone my house tends to make noises I don't otherwise hear. There have been a few times where I've just felt extra freaked-out, and I've gone and grabbed a gun or knife and just set it near me. It makes me feel better, just in case some bizarre thing should happen. I'm sure people who live in the inner city feel even more that way. If I'm in places where there's crime, and very questionable people, and many people carry handguns, I often carry a knife. Just because it makes me feel like I could have a better chance of getting away if I was grabbed or something. A gun would be better, but I wouldn't really like carrying that around. (And I'm not 18.) I know some people who live in the country and get freaked out and paranoid like I do, (probably from watching too much Children of the Corn.) They are more secluded, so if something should happen they might not have neighbors to hear them scream like I hopefully do. If they were alone, they are the only ones who can protect themselves.
Many people see hunting as wrong, and I kind of understand that. I cried after I shot my first squirrel. But when you get down to it, animals aren't people. We should worry about the safety of our fellow humans and their well-being first, and animals after that. I'm from Iowa. Lots of deer. Lots of cars hitting deer. There are too many deer in the city, though I do believe the overall population has gone down (finally) some in recent years. I've come very close to hitting deer. My boyfriend has hit 2 or 3 deer, and nearly hit tons. I know people who have totaled their cars hitting deer. Deer should not be causing the deaths or injuries of humans because of their overpopulation. There are even specific hunts to bring down the population. This over-population isn't healthy for deer, either. There are so many they can run down their habitats. Another thing they harm are our valuable crops. Us Iowans take pride in our corn and other agriculture, and the yields could be higher if deer didn't trample and eat it. There's also the issue of rabid and diseases animals that should just be shot so they don't spread it.
Shooting guns are fun, despite the sore arm I sometimes get after shooting my shotgun with a pretty powerful kick. I can't believe when my friends say they've never shot a gun. I got my first gun when I was seven! A red-rider bb gun, but it counts right? I'd set up pop-cans in my backyard and I was able to knock em' down with the first shot. I'd shoot off my grandmother's deck, just behind a squirrel. It scared them and they jumped off the tree and it was funny. I think me and squirrels have just never gotten along. In the fall my family often plays shotgun knockout. It's the same idea as basketball knockout, but you shoot bright orange clay pigeons instead of brownish-orange rubber balls. I of course beat my dad. (Ha!) It's just fun to shoot guns. I don't believe it's okay to shoot animals just for fun. Even if it's to help lower the population, I believe you should still use the resources the animal gives you. If you don't want them, someone else might. With deer, you can donate your meat to the Iowa DNR's "HUSH" effort. It stands for Help Us Stop Hunger and you just give them the deer and they gut it and give the meat to needy people, while lowering the population. Deer meat is pretty tasty too. I think my dad donates it to a different place, because he likes to keep the hide. Even the hides could be useful to someone else if you don't want it though, so you could donate that as well.
Of course, there are the people who misuse guns, but I don't think the majority of people who use them correctly should be punished for others' wrong-doings. Whenever I hear the terms "gun-control" "gun-laws" there is usually talk about criminals and safety and how it will be hard for people to get guns. My biggest question is, if they're criminals, and they do illegal things already, won't they just get guns illegally as well? Some restrictions are not going to stop criminals from getting guns and killing. Innocent hunters and citizens who want to feel protected should not be deprived of their rights because of criminals who should just be locked up. If the problem is really that bad, maybe that right should just be taken away for criminals or ex-criminals, though like I said, it won't necessarily stop them from getting firearms-but they would be punished for having them if they are found out. If criminals become the people with guns, and good citizens are without how are we supposed to defend ourselves against them?! They're also talking about tracking bullets, which again, is not fair to those who correctly use firearms, but that's kind of a different discussion. I do think an acceptable way for people to get their little "gun restriction" policy they want, without taking away American's rights, would to just require a gun-safety course prior to purchasing a gun. Maybe just a one-hour session before you can take it home. And again, criminals may find a way around this, but it could reduce some of the extremely stupid and tragic accidents that happen because people are too dense to know not to keep a gun loaded, or they don't know what the safety button is.
It is our right as American Citizens to obtain fire-arms as well as defend ourselves, which come with each other. Guns are needed to protect, provide, and even play-as long as you are doing it safely and in good cause.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
What Happened to the American Dream..?
I thought being rich was a good thing.
Lately, here in the good ole USA, it seems like a sin.
Everywhere I am, people talk bad about wealthy people. I don't get it. I thought the "American Dream" was to work and strive to be wealthy and live easily. I blame Obama for this changed mindset.
Okay, not completely, because I even find this changed mindset in my church.
I see it in politics. During the election, people didn't like Romney because he was rich! And these are the people who say, "Don't judge someone because they're poor." Yet, they judge a politician because he is wealthy. People acted like it was such a horrible thing that he had money, and I didn't understand that. Obviously he knows how to manage money well, so it would be good if this country looked up to someone like that. Maybe he would have a chance at getting us out of all this debt since he's so wise economically. Well, too late for that I suppose. Maybe people think it's bad to be rich because the rich people don't get all of these benefits from Obama's plans.
I see it socially. There are groups in high school, and usually groups of friends are made up of people of the same economic background, just like in real life. Not always, but usually that's what I see. The people dress similarly and are involved in some of the same activities, and a lot of that has to do with their economic status. There's usually a group of really pretty, more popular girls with nice clothes and phones and whatever. Then there's less fortunate ones. The one's who go around all should be treated equally and stuff. Then they call these girls "fake" or talk about how they're snotty rich brats, even though they've never actually talked to them. They talk about how you shouldn't judge someone, then they go and talk bad about others who have money, or wear more makeup then them, deeming them "fake." This is kind of a different discussion, but just because someone wants to look good doesn't mean they're fake. Fake is platinum blonde hair, constantly spray tanned skin, and boob implants. Not that many girls at our school look like that, and even if they do, why do you care what they spend their money on? You know they look silly, so let that be all, without saying anything about them.
Also at school, people judge what you spend your money on. All the time. They judge you if you don't have a job, yet still have more than they do. They act like it's some kind of fault of yours! It's just a blessing not a fault, and maybe they're just jealous. People find fault in others who go on extravagant vacations, like it's some kind of crime to spend money. Overall, people just act like you're a bad person if you have a little extra money to spend.
Also at school, people judge what you spend your money on. All the time. They judge you if you don't have a job, yet still have more than they do. They act like it's some kind of fault of yours! It's just a blessing not a fault, and maybe they're just jealous. People find fault in others who go on extravagant vacations, like it's some kind of crime to spend money. Overall, people just act like you're a bad person if you have a little extra money to spend.
I even see it at church. They say the poor are blessed, and I kinda see that... but the rich can do so much more sometimes. They can give more to the church and they can donate more to organizations. They may not have to work as many hours as they grow older so they'll be able to volunteer more. Today, it just seemed like in the service rich people were overall just talked badly about. It's like we can't be good Christians if we're rich in some people's eyes. I'm sure just about all wealthy people go through struggles, just like anyone else. Maybe not economic struggles, but money isn't everything. They can't fix emotional problems with the swipe of a credit card, at least not permanently. Not all illnesses can be fixed with good insurance and some extra money. They have problems too, so people should stop treating them like selfish sinners and generalizing the rich as bad, because not all are, and doesn't the church teach not to judge like that? If I was a rich person coming to church and I heard all of the things they say about "rich people" in such a general way, I'd leave. What if a rich person comes, wanting more, and wanting God, but they are turned away because of how the church treats the wealthy? What if the church missed out on a million dollar grant because they were offended and hurt by how people were generalizing the rich as selfish, arrogant, world-loving snobs?! It just doesn't seem right to me...
I hear the saying, "step in their shoes," usually referring to poorer people, but why do we never think about it from the polar-opposite? How do you think the rich feel, when lately, the whole world talks bad about them, acting like it's a horrible thing to work hard and be wealthy? Shouldn't we strive to be rich and successful, so that others can be encouraged to work hard and be the same way?
British.
Anyone else noticed the sudden boom of British/other European bands and singers in America?
Lately I've fallen in love with Florence and the Machine. They're an English Indie-Rock band, which is my newest favorite genre. I also really like Mumford and Sons. These both showed up on my Indie-Rock Pandora station and they really grew on me. Of course there's Adele, the magnificent British singer that she is, and One Direction- many teenage girls' dream boys.
I've noticed that all of these are really good. Well...One Direction is mehh... not exactly my style but I still think they're good singers. Another thing I've noticed is you can't really tell they're British when they sing. Mumford and Sons you kind of can, but I didn't know Adele was British until I saw her doing an interview on TV. Girls love One Direction's accents, but you still can't tell that they have them unless you hear them talk.
I know there are more British bands than these that are popular in the U.S. right now, but what is it that is making English music so popular over here? Other than the Beetles I can't remember any other British singers or groups who had so many fans in America.
I think a lot of our trends come from Britain. I remember at camp a few years ago there were some girls from England. They all wore these certain little tennis shoes. A few months later, everyone here was wearing them. Our music is probably the same. Everyone there is listening to it, then a few months later it hits us.
I'm not really sure what I'm trying to prove by saying all this; just something to think about!
Lately I've fallen in love with Florence and the Machine. They're an English Indie-Rock band, which is my newest favorite genre. I also really like Mumford and Sons. These both showed up on my Indie-Rock Pandora station and they really grew on me. Of course there's Adele, the magnificent British singer that she is, and One Direction- many teenage girls' dream boys.
I've noticed that all of these are really good. Well...One Direction is mehh... not exactly my style but I still think they're good singers. Another thing I've noticed is you can't really tell they're British when they sing. Mumford and Sons you kind of can, but I didn't know Adele was British until I saw her doing an interview on TV. Girls love One Direction's accents, but you still can't tell that they have them unless you hear them talk.
I know there are more British bands than these that are popular in the U.S. right now, but what is it that is making English music so popular over here? Other than the Beetles I can't remember any other British singers or groups who had so many fans in America.
I think a lot of our trends come from Britain. I remember at camp a few years ago there were some girls from England. They all wore these certain little tennis shoes. A few months later, everyone here was wearing them. Our music is probably the same. Everyone there is listening to it, then a few months later it hits us.
I'm not really sure what I'm trying to prove by saying all this; just something to think about!
It's My Birthday!
I was born on 11-30 at 11:30PM.
Weird huh?
I've always been one of those people who has to celebrate my birthday in some way. I can't understand how some of my friends don't do anything for it anymore.
What sucks, is that now I'm getting to the age where birthday parties are more rare. And I like birthday parties. I would always have a ton of kids, from school, church, and a few cousins maybe.
Since my birthday is in November, it's usually too cold to do anything outside. I've always hated that. What's worse, is that there's usually some snowstorm or the very first snow of the year on my birthday. Yuck.
When I was little my favorite colors were pink and yellow, so I just had to have a pink and yellow cake. So even now, I have a strawberry-banana swirled cake. I remember once the children at my party licked the pan clean. It's pretty tasty. That's basically the only remnant of my old parties unfortunately.
Since ninth grade I believe, I've just had a few friends go out to eat with me somewhere and we brought my pink and yellow cake along. It's nice, but I want something to last longer than an hour at a restaurant. When I was little my birthday used to last for 2 or 3 weeks it seemed like. Maybe that's just because it's between Thanksgiving and Christmas though. I've never understood why older people hate their birthdays, but I think it's all just a part of "birthday decay."
By "birthday decay" I mean the gradual decreasing excitement about birthdays. It's quite a sad thing for me. When we turned one, of course we weren't really excited about our birthdays, but I believe that's still when this excitement began. We'd get new little toys and lots of people would be around. By the time we're two we have a better understanding. I think the peak of this birthday-excitement scale is around 8 or 9. That's when kids really seem to get excited about everything. Not long after that, middle school begins. Your friends start to change, but you still have some fun birthday parties, but you aren't invited to everyone's that was in your class like you were before. Then high school comes. Your friends completely change, or you just aren't as close to people like you were before. That makes it hard to know who to invite, so you wind up having a small "party" by going out to eat. Lame. After that, you may get a few surprise parties, or maybe some big ones at age 30 or 50.
Although I didn't get a "sweet-sixteen" last year, I was fortunate enough to have a party this year, (much to my surprise). I had a surprise party in 8th grade as well; I thought I was going to my friend's house, and when I arrived all my friends were downstairs. This year, I was planning to go to Hu-Hot with a few friends. I wanted to have a party, I just never planned one. I always have trouble knowing who to invite; close friends only, friends-including older friends, people from church and school, or just school? It's sooo much easier if someone just does that for me so I don't have to worry about offending anyone if I'm not the one inviting them.
Anyway, me and Jared were supposed to meet everyone at Hu-Hot at 7. I wanted to get there a little bit early. I was begging him to leave, but he was standing in my house playing Bike Race while I was waiting in the car. I was so mad. Finally we left, and he drove 20 mph on a road we usually go 70 on. He had been driving like an old man lately, trying to get the best gas mileage possible, but this was crazy. He was accelerating ridiculously slow, in his MUSTANG. It was already about 7, and then he said, "Oh, I need to take this boy-scout popcorn to church quick and give it to Tom." I think I laughed out of anger. We went into my church and Jared stopped and looked in the elevator room. He was acting so weird. He just stood in there looking around. I made fun of him but he was just laughing. He was doing everything he could to make us late to my dinner-or so I thought. He saw a container with wedding tablecloths and wanted me to look at them. What a weirdo. I started walking toward the teen room and he said, "Jessie! Wait!" He grabbed me then suggested that we use the tablecloths right now and get married. He pretty much got down on one knee and proposed to me, JUST to waste some time. I was laughing, but I was still annoyed. Finally we walked to the teen room-almost. We were about 20 feet away from where we were supposed to drop off the popcorn, and Jared says, "Jessie, I have to pee really bad." Apparently we couldn't walk 20 more feet and drop of the popcorn first, we had to go to the other side of the church to the bathroom. Awesome. I rolled my eyes and waited for him. And waited. And waited. And waited. I yelled into the bathroom. And knocked on the door. And kicked the door once or twice. He just told me to wait. He washed his hands for about 2 minutes, spending about 10 minutes total in the bathroom. This was it. I was so mad that I couldn't even act mad anymore. He was probably playing Bike Race in there or something. Finally we began to walk back to the teen room to quickly drop off the popcorn. He was walking SO slow. Ugh. We were almost there and Tom came out and asked us what we were doing there. Jared gave him the popcorn. Tom said he just got done decorating the room for Christmas and asked if we wanted to see it. I had pretty much given up on being on time so I laughed and said sure. Then it clicked. I figured it out. There was totally a surprise party in there. Plus the lights were off. How obvious. I walked in, saw my dad turn the lights on, and people yelled "surprise!" from the loft. They came down and I awkwardly hugged them one-by-one. At least now I understood why Jared was acting like such a weirdo.
I liked it because I didn't have to decide who to invite. A lot of my friends had to work, or were at sports things, but most of them were still there. It was a pretty fun day, despite my frustration at my poor boyfriend's slowness as he tried to procrastinate so they could finish getting ready. It definitely cheered me up, and tore me away from the dreaded birthday decay!
Weird huh?
I've always been one of those people who has to celebrate my birthday in some way. I can't understand how some of my friends don't do anything for it anymore.
What sucks, is that now I'm getting to the age where birthday parties are more rare. And I like birthday parties. I would always have a ton of kids, from school, church, and a few cousins maybe.
Since my birthday is in November, it's usually too cold to do anything outside. I've always hated that. What's worse, is that there's usually some snowstorm or the very first snow of the year on my birthday. Yuck.
When I was little my favorite colors were pink and yellow, so I just had to have a pink and yellow cake. So even now, I have a strawberry-banana swirled cake. I remember once the children at my party licked the pan clean. It's pretty tasty. That's basically the only remnant of my old parties unfortunately.
Since ninth grade I believe, I've just had a few friends go out to eat with me somewhere and we brought my pink and yellow cake along. It's nice, but I want something to last longer than an hour at a restaurant. When I was little my birthday used to last for 2 or 3 weeks it seemed like. Maybe that's just because it's between Thanksgiving and Christmas though. I've never understood why older people hate their birthdays, but I think it's all just a part of "birthday decay."
By "birthday decay" I mean the gradual decreasing excitement about birthdays. It's quite a sad thing for me. When we turned one, of course we weren't really excited about our birthdays, but I believe that's still when this excitement began. We'd get new little toys and lots of people would be around. By the time we're two we have a better understanding. I think the peak of this birthday-excitement scale is around 8 or 9. That's when kids really seem to get excited about everything. Not long after that, middle school begins. Your friends start to change, but you still have some fun birthday parties, but you aren't invited to everyone's that was in your class like you were before. Then high school comes. Your friends completely change, or you just aren't as close to people like you were before. That makes it hard to know who to invite, so you wind up having a small "party" by going out to eat. Lame. After that, you may get a few surprise parties, or maybe some big ones at age 30 or 50.
Although I didn't get a "sweet-sixteen" last year, I was fortunate enough to have a party this year, (much to my surprise). I had a surprise party in 8th grade as well; I thought I was going to my friend's house, and when I arrived all my friends were downstairs. This year, I was planning to go to Hu-Hot with a few friends. I wanted to have a party, I just never planned one. I always have trouble knowing who to invite; close friends only, friends-including older friends, people from church and school, or just school? It's sooo much easier if someone just does that for me so I don't have to worry about offending anyone if I'm not the one inviting them.
Anyway, me and Jared were supposed to meet everyone at Hu-Hot at 7. I wanted to get there a little bit early. I was begging him to leave, but he was standing in my house playing Bike Race while I was waiting in the car. I was so mad. Finally we left, and he drove 20 mph on a road we usually go 70 on. He had been driving like an old man lately, trying to get the best gas mileage possible, but this was crazy. He was accelerating ridiculously slow, in his MUSTANG. It was already about 7, and then he said, "Oh, I need to take this boy-scout popcorn to church quick and give it to Tom." I think I laughed out of anger. We went into my church and Jared stopped and looked in the elevator room. He was acting so weird. He just stood in there looking around. I made fun of him but he was just laughing. He was doing everything he could to make us late to my dinner-or so I thought. He saw a container with wedding tablecloths and wanted me to look at them. What a weirdo. I started walking toward the teen room and he said, "Jessie! Wait!" He grabbed me then suggested that we use the tablecloths right now and get married. He pretty much got down on one knee and proposed to me, JUST to waste some time. I was laughing, but I was still annoyed. Finally we walked to the teen room-almost. We were about 20 feet away from where we were supposed to drop off the popcorn, and Jared says, "Jessie, I have to pee really bad." Apparently we couldn't walk 20 more feet and drop of the popcorn first, we had to go to the other side of the church to the bathroom. Awesome. I rolled my eyes and waited for him. And waited. And waited. And waited. I yelled into the bathroom. And knocked on the door. And kicked the door once or twice. He just told me to wait. He washed his hands for about 2 minutes, spending about 10 minutes total in the bathroom. This was it. I was so mad that I couldn't even act mad anymore. He was probably playing Bike Race in there or something. Finally we began to walk back to the teen room to quickly drop off the popcorn. He was walking SO slow. Ugh. We were almost there and Tom came out and asked us what we were doing there. Jared gave him the popcorn. Tom said he just got done decorating the room for Christmas and asked if we wanted to see it. I had pretty much given up on being on time so I laughed and said sure. Then it clicked. I figured it out. There was totally a surprise party in there. Plus the lights were off. How obvious. I walked in, saw my dad turn the lights on, and people yelled "surprise!" from the loft. They came down and I awkwardly hugged them one-by-one. At least now I understood why Jared was acting like such a weirdo.
I liked it because I didn't have to decide who to invite. A lot of my friends had to work, or were at sports things, but most of them were still there. It was a pretty fun day, despite my frustration at my poor boyfriend's slowness as he tried to procrastinate so they could finish getting ready. It definitely cheered me up, and tore me away from the dreaded birthday decay!
Monday, October 29, 2012
Teens on Halloween
I've fallen victim of the glares of old people as I knock on their door trick-or-treating as a teen.
The question is always asked around this time, how old is too old to go trick or treating? Personally, I think 18 should be the max. I mean, besides as an adult to help a little kid. Most people think around middle-school age you should quit. I believe I'm still a kid till I'm 18 and I love trick or treating. It's not as fun as it used to be, I'll admit that. Now it's just kind of awkward. But I only think it's awkward because the adults make it awkward by asking how old we are or looking at us weird! If it was just normal and socially acceptable for anyone under 18 to go trick or treating, we wouldn't have this problem. Okay, I could go with some sixth graders and totally get away with people thinking I'm their age...but I don't really know any little kids to disguise myself with. I'm pretty sure all my friends are quitting trick or treating this year... so now what do we do?
I used to always have a Halloween party. We would have a bonfire and play games in the dark, and when it was time, we'd go to some houses trick or treating. That was always fun and I kind of wish I had done that this year. Unfortunately, Halloween falls on a Wednesday. No parties or staying out late it looks like.
Haunted houses are a popular thing in October. My super lame town has one I think. I've gone to it every year for the past 2 or 3 years and now it's just stupid and not that scary or good. There's one other one a little ways away but it's more like a little kid place on a farm and it's not worth $20 if all you want to do is the haunted house and not the pumpkin painting or mini corn maze. The other night my boyfriend and I searched all over for haunted houses, including ones we were pretty sure were closed. All we could find was the same one we've always gone to, so we just didn't go. Instead, we made our own spooky adventure. We walked around the creepishly empty and abandoned downtown. It was so quiet. A guy wearing a mask even passed us on a bike-one of the only people we saw. We, well he, kind of had an urge to make it more scary by walking through alleys instead of streets, but I on the other hand had no desire to get attacked by a homeless man hiding behind a dumpster. It was starting to get darker and we heard screaming as we passed a park. It was just kids playing hide and seek or something, but still. It was fun and not really that dangerous because there were (a few) people around. And it is Cedar Rapids, Iowa, not Detroit. We also looked for abandoned houses to go rummage through in the dark. One he knew about was far away, so we didn't go. I had seen some eerie looking buildings by an old unused train track alongside the bike trail. Sadly, they were in the middle of a little town. They would have been perfect though.
I hate hate hate scary movies. Maybe I can't really say that considering I've never seen one...but I'm sure I would. I watched part of One Missed Call at a friend's house in 8th grade, but spent the majority of the time hiding behind a couch. Even the pictures on the movie covers freak me out. I was in a mood where I wanted to try and watch one, but we ended up watching a more action-y type movie where all these guys got eaten by wolves. If you're not such a wimp like me, I say watch scary movies and freak out your friends during it or something.
Halloween makes me feel risky and brave and a little rebellious. The night before Halloween you could "mummify" someone's yard or car with some toilet paper. You could hang a creepy decoration outside your friends window or front door to scare them when they head to school on Halloween morning. You could even just stand outside their house and make creepy noises and scratch on their window with a branch. Just be ready to run when they look outside! You could even play an intense game of hide and seek like those kids I saw in the park.
If you feel like you can't trick or treat on Halloween, maybe you can just come up with different creative ways to make the night scary and unforgettable.
The question is always asked around this time, how old is too old to go trick or treating? Personally, I think 18 should be the max. I mean, besides as an adult to help a little kid. Most people think around middle-school age you should quit. I believe I'm still a kid till I'm 18 and I love trick or treating. It's not as fun as it used to be, I'll admit that. Now it's just kind of awkward. But I only think it's awkward because the adults make it awkward by asking how old we are or looking at us weird! If it was just normal and socially acceptable for anyone under 18 to go trick or treating, we wouldn't have this problem. Okay, I could go with some sixth graders and totally get away with people thinking I'm their age...but I don't really know any little kids to disguise myself with. I'm pretty sure all my friends are quitting trick or treating this year... so now what do we do?
I used to always have a Halloween party. We would have a bonfire and play games in the dark, and when it was time, we'd go to some houses trick or treating. That was always fun and I kind of wish I had done that this year. Unfortunately, Halloween falls on a Wednesday. No parties or staying out late it looks like.
Haunted houses are a popular thing in October. My super lame town has one I think. I've gone to it every year for the past 2 or 3 years and now it's just stupid and not that scary or good. There's one other one a little ways away but it's more like a little kid place on a farm and it's not worth $20 if all you want to do is the haunted house and not the pumpkin painting or mini corn maze. The other night my boyfriend and I searched all over for haunted houses, including ones we were pretty sure were closed. All we could find was the same one we've always gone to, so we just didn't go. Instead, we made our own spooky adventure. We walked around the creepishly empty and abandoned downtown. It was so quiet. A guy wearing a mask even passed us on a bike-one of the only people we saw. We, well he, kind of had an urge to make it more scary by walking through alleys instead of streets, but I on the other hand had no desire to get attacked by a homeless man hiding behind a dumpster. It was starting to get darker and we heard screaming as we passed a park. It was just kids playing hide and seek or something, but still. It was fun and not really that dangerous because there were (a few) people around. And it is Cedar Rapids, Iowa, not Detroit. We also looked for abandoned houses to go rummage through in the dark. One he knew about was far away, so we didn't go. I had seen some eerie looking buildings by an old unused train track alongside the bike trail. Sadly, they were in the middle of a little town. They would have been perfect though.
I hate hate hate scary movies. Maybe I can't really say that considering I've never seen one...but I'm sure I would. I watched part of One Missed Call at a friend's house in 8th grade, but spent the majority of the time hiding behind a couch. Even the pictures on the movie covers freak me out. I was in a mood where I wanted to try and watch one, but we ended up watching a more action-y type movie where all these guys got eaten by wolves. If you're not such a wimp like me, I say watch scary movies and freak out your friends during it or something.
Halloween makes me feel risky and brave and a little rebellious. The night before Halloween you could "mummify" someone's yard or car with some toilet paper. You could hang a creepy decoration outside your friends window or front door to scare them when they head to school on Halloween morning. You could even just stand outside their house and make creepy noises and scratch on their window with a branch. Just be ready to run when they look outside! You could even play an intense game of hide and seek like those kids I saw in the park.
If you feel like you can't trick or treat on Halloween, maybe you can just come up with different creative ways to make the night scary and unforgettable.
Monday, October 22, 2012
College=Freedom.. Or Does it?
I don’t think there should be rules in college like there
are in high school.
I was at a Christian college this weekend, Mid America
Nazarene University. As much as I love that their focus is church and God and
that they have classes built around Christian principles, I don’t love how
strict Christian colleges can be.
I used to always think I would go to a Christian college…
until I actually visited one. The first one I visited was Olivet when I was in
8th grade I believe. I learned that there was a dress code and you
couldn’t wear shorts so automatically I decided I would never ever go there.
That wasn’t all though. They had strict curfews, you had to check out of your
dorm of you went anywhere overnight for the weekend because the RA’s would
freak out of you were missing, and it was overall just very… controlling.
The controlling-ness of most Christian colleges is what
turns me off from going there. I think college is about becoming independent.
You shouldn’t need set rules, you should know your morals by now and college
should be for learning to live by them. College is about deciding what YOU want
to do and learning to live with the consequences if you screw up. You should
know when you need to be in your dorm and go to bed; they shouldn’t have to
force it upon you. You should know what is acceptable to wear by now; hopefully
they don’t have to tell you. You should know how to be responsible and not have
guys in your dorm 24/7, they shouldn’t have to constantly check and make sure
there’s not a forbidden gender in the wrong dorm. You should know how to make
your own responsible decisions by now, without being constantly monitored. If
colleges don’t allow you to do that, you’re going to be naïve when you get
outta there into the “real world.” Attending public colleges will give you more
pressures, but that’s the only way you’ll learn to push past them and not give
in. If they aren’t even there, you won’t understand some things that others do because
you never experienced those pressures being given to you, so you may be
confused about some things in the real world. You never had to make those
decisions as a young adult in college so when you have to later, you won’t have
experience knowing how to make the right choice because you never had the
freedom to decide for yourself until then. It isn’t high school anymore and the
college administration is not our parents. They shouldn’t even have the same kind
of disciplining authority that high school teachers do with their students.
College should be different, where people have to discipline themselves and the
ones that learned what’s right and wrong will just know already not to make bad
choices, and the ones who didn’t, should have matured more in high school
because they really shouldn't need more lessons on right and wrong once they’re
over 18.
I really do like Christian colleges and the lessons they
teach, and I think they are good for new Christians still trying to figure out
what’s right and wrong and feel like they need help staying in line in college.
But I just don’t think college should be a correctional facility. The real
world doesn’t have rules like that, and college is the best way to have that
transition into the real world without these guidelines constantly being thrown
at you. People need to learn to make
their own decisions based off of their morals, and if they can’t do what’s
right, they probably don’t belong in college anyway and probably aren’t mature
enough to be there. It’s a time to get serious because the rest of your life
depends on it, and students shouldn’t have to rely on colleges to keep them in
line, they should want to keep themselves in line and act on it by then. College
is about being out on your own and learning how to handle it, without someone
telling you.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Babies are People too.
Abortion is wrong.
I don't care what other people say, it is wrong and I know that for sure. I don't even think this is an "opinion" because I can't even fathom that other people believed it's not wrong to kill someone.
Abortion is one of the most debated about topics today, especially with the election. I do believe there are very few exceptions in which abortion should be allowed, but those should not be stretched at all.
I believe it should only be legal for rape, or if it is going to kill the mother, or if the baby is going to die during birth and they know that for sure. Otherwise, it is not okay. Even with incest, I still am not 100% sure that's an okay reason to have an abortion because I don't really know the effects of incest.
Just because a baby isn't born yet, does not mean they don't have life. After just 5 weeks babies begin to have heartbeats. That is one of the first things that happens and a heartbeat means life. Most women who get abortions get them within the first 8 weeks, but even if it's after week 4 or 5, they are killing something with a heartbeat. What really bothers me, are these people who say, "it's not okay to kill trees!" or all of these animal rights activists, saying we shouldn't eat or kill animals, and yet, THEY are often the ones who think abortion should be legal because it's a "right." Well, those people are speaking up for the rights of things that can't speak up for themselves, such as trees or animals, which are also living things. But, they will not speak up for the rights of unborn babies who can't speak for themselves much like trees or animals. With that, they are hypocritical and it is an abomination to me. Human life is more important than lives of plants or animals and that is how God created the Earth.
Most abortions after 12 weeks are from teenagers. Babies at 12 weeks have the general shape of a human being. They have limbs, and little fingers and toes. They have lips. They are starting to be able to move their fingers and toes some. They have intestines and are completely a living being inside of a mother. Unfortunately, many girls and women decide to end the life of their child now, making them selfish murderers if it's only because of their mistakes. The reason many teenage girls don't decide to have an abortion until then is just because they are indecisive and don't know what to do, or don't even realize they are pregnant. Well, the only way to be 100% sure you aren't pregnant is to not have sex. But, these girls are too impatient to wait. They choose to be selfish and do it anyway, not caring about the consequences. Abortion should not be used as a form of birth control which it often is for teenagers. They get the idea that if they get pregnant, oh well, they can just get an abortion and no one has to know. They murder their baby because of their own stupid mistake, but shouldn't the baby have rights? We need to speak up for this unborn child and condemn the mother for being a murderer if that's what she chooses to do. She better feel guilty later. Hopefully she will realize her selfishness, thinking that her and her life and what people thought of her was more important than someone else even getting a chance at life.
Women who get abortions should not be allowed to be mothers again. They killed someone, after all, and murders shouldn't raise children. Of course, like I said before, there should be exceptions of rape or extreme serious health concerns, but other than that, if abortions have to stay legal, they should at least not allow them to be mothers. I'm a girl and I'm saying this. Women complain about how non-abortion violates "women's rights." Well I don't think it does. There's often the phrase, "women should get to choose what happens to their bodies." Uh, okay, then what about the babies? Shouldn't they get to choose what happens to theirs? Women and pro-abortion people say no. Why? Because the mothers "matter more" for some reason. And having a heavy lump on their stomach is more of a big deal to them than killing someone apparently. That just shows that they do not have the kindness, selflessness, or right to be a mother later. If they didn't want it to happen, they shouldn't have made it a chance.
Abortion should be illegal. It's not an opinion. It's the truth. Murder is illegal.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Here's Some Poetic Writing For Ya..
Guess what I'm writing about. I'm just going to describe something, I'm not going to say what it is. It could mean something different for anyone reading it.
It's better than the smell of pancakes on a Sunday morning. It's more magical than a trip to Disney World. You feel like your head is spinning but it's great; if you think the Silly Silo is fun, this is a million times better. It's a good spin. Not a pukey one. It can make you believe anything is possible and everything really does make sense after all. But... it really doesn't make sense. How could anything this wonderful be real? It's confusing and tiring and horrible to think about, yet, it's the best thing in the world. You never want it to end. You want it to last forever, and feel it every second of every day and some days, you do. You feel warm and full but not overwhelmed in a bad way, just overwhelmed with this joyous feeling in your heart. Your mind ceases to ache from the stresses of every day because nothing else matters. This is better than any drug you could take. It makes you feel good inside and out and makes others envy you because they don't know what it feels like. Or at least, you can't imagine anyone else could ever possibly feel this great. You're special and you're the only one who feels like this and you feel the best. It's the little things that make it so great; a flower on a random day, or a scribble on a note stuck somewhere for you to see. You wouldn't trade it for anything on the planet. It makes you want to sing and dance around. Sure, it can be hard, but it's all worth it. It's 100% worth it. All the greatest things in life come with struggles, and bumps in the road happen on a long journey to paradise. And there's great things on the way to this journey to paradise too; beautiful birds, a cool car you pass, some place you love to eat that was right on the way there. And the good always outweighs the bad. If it's right, anyway. You have no regrets and you want to remember everything about it. What you wore, the smells around you, the warmth of a hand in yours. It's simply amazing. It's almost indescribable how awesome it is. Sometimes it's hard to be happy any other time, because you know you can be happier if it was just always like this. But it's not and it can't be. Soon, maybe. You'll just have to wait a few years. Smiles shine and laughter floods the room. Sides hurt from laughing so hard and from being tickled so much. You hate it and you love it. Sometimes it's quiet and there's no need to say anything. The mere silence is enough to fill you and make you content. Everything seems like a glowing crystal ball, a future yet to be discovered but you know what you want to see in it.
It's better than the smell of pancakes on a Sunday morning. It's more magical than a trip to Disney World. You feel like your head is spinning but it's great; if you think the Silly Silo is fun, this is a million times better. It's a good spin. Not a pukey one. It can make you believe anything is possible and everything really does make sense after all. But... it really doesn't make sense. How could anything this wonderful be real? It's confusing and tiring and horrible to think about, yet, it's the best thing in the world. You never want it to end. You want it to last forever, and feel it every second of every day and some days, you do. You feel warm and full but not overwhelmed in a bad way, just overwhelmed with this joyous feeling in your heart. Your mind ceases to ache from the stresses of every day because nothing else matters. This is better than any drug you could take. It makes you feel good inside and out and makes others envy you because they don't know what it feels like. Or at least, you can't imagine anyone else could ever possibly feel this great. You're special and you're the only one who feels like this and you feel the best. It's the little things that make it so great; a flower on a random day, or a scribble on a note stuck somewhere for you to see. You wouldn't trade it for anything on the planet. It makes you want to sing and dance around. Sure, it can be hard, but it's all worth it. It's 100% worth it. All the greatest things in life come with struggles, and bumps in the road happen on a long journey to paradise. And there's great things on the way to this journey to paradise too; beautiful birds, a cool car you pass, some place you love to eat that was right on the way there. And the good always outweighs the bad. If it's right, anyway. You have no regrets and you want to remember everything about it. What you wore, the smells around you, the warmth of a hand in yours. It's simply amazing. It's almost indescribable how awesome it is. Sometimes it's hard to be happy any other time, because you know you can be happier if it was just always like this. But it's not and it can't be. Soon, maybe. You'll just have to wait a few years. Smiles shine and laughter floods the room. Sides hurt from laughing so hard and from being tickled so much. You hate it and you love it. Sometimes it's quiet and there's no need to say anything. The mere silence is enough to fill you and make you content. Everything seems like a glowing crystal ball, a future yet to be discovered but you know what you want to see in it.
Mini Treasure Hunt
Tonight my boyfriend and I went Geocaching.
For those of you who don't know what it is, it's like a mini treasure hunt. Anyone can do it. You go to geocaching.com or get the app and you look up caches near your location or wherever you want to go. You find them by coordinates so you need a GPS or if you have the app it just tells you which direction to go and how far. Caches are usually little plastic boxes or tubes of some sort. The two we found tonight were a greenish-camouflage color. Sometimes they say "Official Geocache Container" or something, or sometimes they're just waterproof boxes like a film canister. Inside them is a roll of paper or tiny notebook. When you find it, you're supposed to write the date and your name, initials, or if you come up with some fancy Geocaching nickname. In some of them there's also a small object. You're supposed to take it and leave another new object. Nothing too fancy. It's just a little treasure for the next person to find.
I had never really gone before tonight. In the past I had looked up ones near my house, and accidentally stumbled upon one at a park right down the road. We found that one again tonight and wrote our initials and found a collector coin and left a ColdStone gift card with about a dollar left. That was all we could find in the car. We weren't prepared. We saw that there was another one down the road a little ways. It was dark, we went at 8 PM and I live a little ways out. It was on this road that they stopped maintenance to. It was behind a gate and it was gravel and muddy and grass was grown on top. My dad has always told me that a meth lab used to be at the end of that road. It was quite creepy in the dark I must say; no one around, no way for cars to get back there... not to mention the possible meth-addicts in the woods coming to eat our faces off or something. We kept walking, following the path our phones showed. We had headlamps, but they didn't do much so I just got the flashlight on my phone. We heard a loud buzzing noise the farther from the road we got. I was starting to get really freaked out, but we were so close and I wanted to find it. I didn't know this, but after looking around for a couple of minutes Jared told me on the page for the cache it said to go in daylight hours. Well, it was pitch dark. More challenge right? We arrived next to an electric pole, the source of the loud buzzing. There were little paths near it and posts, so I figured it would be right there. We looked over and over near one post in particular, Jared told me the map said it should be 2 feet away. Suddenly I saw a little path. He was just about to give up when I saw a tiny little canister hanging from a tree branch. I felt pretty awesome. It was dark and spooky and it was a minuscule thing to find and weird that it wasn't on the ground. there was only paper inside, no prize since it was so small I'm assuming, but it was still fun. We signed our names and ran the heck out of there! It was a fun little adventure though.
I think Geocaching is a fun activity for when you're bored, need something to do for a date, or something with your family. It's an Easter Egg hunt for big kids! Sure, it may sound kind of nerdy, but everyone has a nerdy side and this is fun. It can be challenging depending on where you go and how far you're willing to take it. It's good exercise because it can sometimes require a hike and it gets you outdoors. I would recommend it to people of all ages. All you need is a GPS or smartphone!
For those of you who don't know what it is, it's like a mini treasure hunt. Anyone can do it. You go to geocaching.com or get the app and you look up caches near your location or wherever you want to go. You find them by coordinates so you need a GPS or if you have the app it just tells you which direction to go and how far. Caches are usually little plastic boxes or tubes of some sort. The two we found tonight were a greenish-camouflage color. Sometimes they say "Official Geocache Container" or something, or sometimes they're just waterproof boxes like a film canister. Inside them is a roll of paper or tiny notebook. When you find it, you're supposed to write the date and your name, initials, or if you come up with some fancy Geocaching nickname. In some of them there's also a small object. You're supposed to take it and leave another new object. Nothing too fancy. It's just a little treasure for the next person to find.
I had never really gone before tonight. In the past I had looked up ones near my house, and accidentally stumbled upon one at a park right down the road. We found that one again tonight and wrote our initials and found a collector coin and left a ColdStone gift card with about a dollar left. That was all we could find in the car. We weren't prepared. We saw that there was another one down the road a little ways. It was dark, we went at 8 PM and I live a little ways out. It was on this road that they stopped maintenance to. It was behind a gate and it was gravel and muddy and grass was grown on top. My dad has always told me that a meth lab used to be at the end of that road. It was quite creepy in the dark I must say; no one around, no way for cars to get back there... not to mention the possible meth-addicts in the woods coming to eat our faces off or something. We kept walking, following the path our phones showed. We had headlamps, but they didn't do much so I just got the flashlight on my phone. We heard a loud buzzing noise the farther from the road we got. I was starting to get really freaked out, but we were so close and I wanted to find it. I didn't know this, but after looking around for a couple of minutes Jared told me on the page for the cache it said to go in daylight hours. Well, it was pitch dark. More challenge right? We arrived next to an electric pole, the source of the loud buzzing. There were little paths near it and posts, so I figured it would be right there. We looked over and over near one post in particular, Jared told me the map said it should be 2 feet away. Suddenly I saw a little path. He was just about to give up when I saw a tiny little canister hanging from a tree branch. I felt pretty awesome. It was dark and spooky and it was a minuscule thing to find and weird that it wasn't on the ground. there was only paper inside, no prize since it was so small I'm assuming, but it was still fun. We signed our names and ran the heck out of there! It was a fun little adventure though.
I think Geocaching is a fun activity for when you're bored, need something to do for a date, or something with your family. It's an Easter Egg hunt for big kids! Sure, it may sound kind of nerdy, but everyone has a nerdy side and this is fun. It can be challenging depending on where you go and how far you're willing to take it. It's good exercise because it can sometimes require a hike and it gets you outdoors. I would recommend it to people of all ages. All you need is a GPS or smartphone!
Saturday, October 13, 2012
VP Debate.
Ryan VS Biden. It was quite entertaining.
I'll start by explaining that yes, I am a republican, I've been raised in a home where that's the only way, and my mom was a huge part of the Bush campaign in Iowa. I realize I have bias, but I can still clearly see the right choice. (Bad pun, I know.)
Sometimes I find debates really boring, but this one was just plain entertaining. In my opinion, Biden acted like a complete fool. He was rude, belligerent, cocky, and immature, despite his age and experience. Ryan was confident, calm, and polite.
They often showed the split screen while the two were debating, showing the opponents reactions to one another. Biden constantly made a smirk, laugh, chuckle, making gestures with his arms, and even an eye roll while Ryan was trying to explain his side. Many people, including Democrats, saw this as extremely rude and immature behavior and said so in interviews after the debate.
Another rude thing that Biden constantly did was interrupt Ryan. Martha Raddatz, the woman who monitored and gave the questions for the debate, would sometimes ask Biden his questions first, and then Ryan would respond. Biden demanded an opportunity to respond to what he said, even though he should have said all he needed to when he got his chance. He interrupted Ryan so many times, constantly complaining that he wasn't getting the same amount of time as Ryan, when in fact, overall he had about a minute more. Biden had 41 minutes and 32 seconds, Ryan had 40 minutes and 12 seconds. I thought the way Raddatz gave the debate was a little unfair. The majority of the time she asked Ryan first, so then Biden just responded to what he said, not answering the original question and saying what HE would do for the country. It also didn't give Ryan a chance to respond to Biden's answer.
Biden could never give a straight answer. When asked what Obama and him would do for the country, or how they would solve a certain subject, he never gave a straight answer on what they would do, and then he went and said Ryan never gave straight answers! Biden just went around the subject. Ryan thoroughly explained his answers to America's problems. Much like Obama's campaign ads, Biden didn't say what THEY would do to help the country, they just said what Republicans will or won't do that will "harm" it. He constantly just blamed all of what Obama has caused on Bush or other Republicans, even as far back as Regan! Why can't they just tell us how they are going to help the country? The answer is clear. They won't. They haven't in the past 4 years, they had their chance, it's time for someone new.
Sometimes I find debates really boring, but this one was just plain entertaining. In my opinion, Biden acted like a complete fool. He was rude, belligerent, cocky, and immature, despite his age and experience. Ryan was confident, calm, and polite.
They often showed the split screen while the two were debating, showing the opponents reactions to one another. Biden constantly made a smirk, laugh, chuckle, making gestures with his arms, and even an eye roll while Ryan was trying to explain his side. Many people, including Democrats, saw this as extremely rude and immature behavior and said so in interviews after the debate.
Another rude thing that Biden constantly did was interrupt Ryan. Martha Raddatz, the woman who monitored and gave the questions for the debate, would sometimes ask Biden his questions first, and then Ryan would respond. Biden demanded an opportunity to respond to what he said, even though he should have said all he needed to when he got his chance. He interrupted Ryan so many times, constantly complaining that he wasn't getting the same amount of time as Ryan, when in fact, overall he had about a minute more. Biden had 41 minutes and 32 seconds, Ryan had 40 minutes and 12 seconds. I thought the way Raddatz gave the debate was a little unfair. The majority of the time she asked Ryan first, so then Biden just responded to what he said, not answering the original question and saying what HE would do for the country. It also didn't give Ryan a chance to respond to Biden's answer.
Biden could never give a straight answer. When asked what Obama and him would do for the country, or how they would solve a certain subject, he never gave a straight answer on what they would do, and then he went and said Ryan never gave straight answers! Biden just went around the subject. Ryan thoroughly explained his answers to America's problems. Much like Obama's campaign ads, Biden didn't say what THEY would do to help the country, they just said what Republicans will or won't do that will "harm" it. He constantly just blamed all of what Obama has caused on Bush or other Republicans, even as far back as Regan! Why can't they just tell us how they are going to help the country? The answer is clear. They won't. They haven't in the past 4 years, they had their chance, it's time for someone new.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
I Is Who I Is.
"Be yourself" is one of the most overused phrases in American culture.
Yet, it's actually kind of valid.
We as people need to figure out who we are and what we want to become. I think being yourself is not just doing what you want to do when you want to do it. Being yourself is more about showing who you really are inside to others, and most people struggle with that. We are so fake on the outside. We act nice or act mean to impress people. Why don't we ever just act like how we feel on the inside? I probably do that too much lately, but I used to not and that was worse. People expect you to fake it; to fake being okay when you're not because otherwise it's just not socially acceptable. Then, they go and say things like, "You shouldn't hide your emotions, just be yourself, or don't be afraid to speak up." It is so confusing. How are we ever supposed to know what to do? So I say, just be yourself and when you feel like you need to say something, say it, regardless of what others will say, or if you don't think you need to, just don't for a little bit.
I also think being yourself is expressing who you are inside on the outside. Most people have a pretty easy time doing this. Artsy people wear artsy clothes or maybe dye their hair different. Plain people are usually pretty plain, t shirt and jeans type of dressers. Athletes wear sweats a lot. I'm all over the place. I don't really know what specifically I am. I'm not in a group. Some days I'm wearing my plaid and boots, another I'm wearing a classy dress, the next I'm wearing something totally artsy and random. But that still expresses who I am, because I don't really know. I have interests in so many different things and I like so many different styles that I just want to try it all out. I'm not exactly sure what I specifically want to become. So I guess that's who I am...just spontaneous and creative for now.
Being yourself is not an excuse to go completely nuts. Just because you've always struggled with something does not mean it has to be a part of "who you are." You can overcome it. Something that is wrong does not define who you are, or at least it doesn't have to. You can find something you love that's good; that's a way of being yourself. You just need to act like you who you are and more importantly, who you want to be.
Yet, it's actually kind of valid.
We as people need to figure out who we are and what we want to become. I think being yourself is not just doing what you want to do when you want to do it. Being yourself is more about showing who you really are inside to others, and most people struggle with that. We are so fake on the outside. We act nice or act mean to impress people. Why don't we ever just act like how we feel on the inside? I probably do that too much lately, but I used to not and that was worse. People expect you to fake it; to fake being okay when you're not because otherwise it's just not socially acceptable. Then, they go and say things like, "You shouldn't hide your emotions, just be yourself, or don't be afraid to speak up." It is so confusing. How are we ever supposed to know what to do? So I say, just be yourself and when you feel like you need to say something, say it, regardless of what others will say, or if you don't think you need to, just don't for a little bit.
I also think being yourself is expressing who you are inside on the outside. Most people have a pretty easy time doing this. Artsy people wear artsy clothes or maybe dye their hair different. Plain people are usually pretty plain, t shirt and jeans type of dressers. Athletes wear sweats a lot. I'm all over the place. I don't really know what specifically I am. I'm not in a group. Some days I'm wearing my plaid and boots, another I'm wearing a classy dress, the next I'm wearing something totally artsy and random. But that still expresses who I am, because I don't really know. I have interests in so many different things and I like so many different styles that I just want to try it all out. I'm not exactly sure what I specifically want to become. So I guess that's who I am...just spontaneous and creative for now.
Being yourself is not an excuse to go completely nuts. Just because you've always struggled with something does not mean it has to be a part of "who you are." You can overcome it. Something that is wrong does not define who you are, or at least it doesn't have to. You can find something you love that's good; that's a way of being yourself. You just need to act like you who you are and more importantly, who you want to be.
I don't get sports.
I have never, and probably will never, understand the point of competitive sports.
Do sports really matter? Not really. I mean, it's entertainment so yes, but it doesn't matter if you win or lose so I do not see the point of getting angry over a loss. It's not going to really affect your life unless you are a professional sports player. It frustrates me that people get so angry over something as silly as what is known as a game. It's for fun, so it shouldn't make you mad!
High school sports are not to get worked up about. For example, during my sophomore year I played basketball. There was so much drama that was really unneeded. People got mad at each other over this stupid game when we lost. They got mad at us for not crying and being mad at ourselves after the loss. I didn't get why I should be mad at myself. It was just a game, and I didn't even play in it so why do I care? They made such a huge deal out of it. Out of one stupid game. It just makes me wonder how incredibly awesome these people's lives must be if they are getting angry and upset over a stupid sophomore basketball game. If it's that big of a deal than everything else just must be amazing, because a game does not affect me at all.
I understand people like to win. You worked hard and maybe think you deserve it, and a win is a good reward, but what do you gain from it? Just a good feeling? Why can't you feel good after a loss where you played really hard and did better than you ever had before? Unless you're looking for some huge scholarship or to play a sport after high school why does it matter if you win or lose? Besides, scholarships care more about individual performance than how your team did, so people shouldn't get mad at their team mates for not being as good as them. That happened to me a lot last year which is why I'm not playing basketball again this year. I'm not too great at sports. I've played since kindergarten but only in YMCA leagues or little church leagues, which were never competitive and sometimes didn't even keep score. I was never in any club basketball and some of my teammates somehow expected me to be as good as them and have the same drive to win and not care about who they hurt along the way just like they did. I was slow and the shortest one on the team and I think I got a total of 2 minutes playing time last year because all the team cared about was winning. I just wanted to play for FUN. Because that's that I've always been told sports are about, getting in shape and having fun. Unfortunately, that's not offered in high school.
People just shouldn't be so hard on themselves over sports and need to remember it's just a game and it's not going to ruin their life if they lose every now and then.
Do sports really matter? Not really. I mean, it's entertainment so yes, but it doesn't matter if you win or lose so I do not see the point of getting angry over a loss. It's not going to really affect your life unless you are a professional sports player. It frustrates me that people get so angry over something as silly as what is known as a game. It's for fun, so it shouldn't make you mad!
High school sports are not to get worked up about. For example, during my sophomore year I played basketball. There was so much drama that was really unneeded. People got mad at each other over this stupid game when we lost. They got mad at us for not crying and being mad at ourselves after the loss. I didn't get why I should be mad at myself. It was just a game, and I didn't even play in it so why do I care? They made such a huge deal out of it. Out of one stupid game. It just makes me wonder how incredibly awesome these people's lives must be if they are getting angry and upset over a stupid sophomore basketball game. If it's that big of a deal than everything else just must be amazing, because a game does not affect me at all.
I understand people like to win. You worked hard and maybe think you deserve it, and a win is a good reward, but what do you gain from it? Just a good feeling? Why can't you feel good after a loss where you played really hard and did better than you ever had before? Unless you're looking for some huge scholarship or to play a sport after high school why does it matter if you win or lose? Besides, scholarships care more about individual performance than how your team did, so people shouldn't get mad at their team mates for not being as good as them. That happened to me a lot last year which is why I'm not playing basketball again this year. I'm not too great at sports. I've played since kindergarten but only in YMCA leagues or little church leagues, which were never competitive and sometimes didn't even keep score. I was never in any club basketball and some of my teammates somehow expected me to be as good as them and have the same drive to win and not care about who they hurt along the way just like they did. I was slow and the shortest one on the team and I think I got a total of 2 minutes playing time last year because all the team cared about was winning. I just wanted to play for FUN. Because that's that I've always been told sports are about, getting in shape and having fun. Unfortunately, that's not offered in high school.
People just shouldn't be so hard on themselves over sports and need to remember it's just a game and it's not going to ruin their life if they lose every now and then.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Isiah 41:10
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
This is my favorite Bible verse just because I'm scared a lot. About a lot of things. And I often feel alone. But this reassures me that I shouldn't be afraid and that I always have someone with me to help me and hold me up when I'm feeling down. I just flipped to it randomly one day in my Bible when I was sad or angry, and for some reason went to my Bible which I don't usually do. I read this quite often, I try and go to it when I'm scared about something. Anyway, I just felt the need to share it and maybe it would comfort others as it does me sometimes.
The Process of Homecoming
So yesterday was homecoming. For us girls, the dance is just a small fraction of the whole big deal of Homecoming. Here is the process of getting ready for a homecoming dance from just the average Jessie.
1. Find yourself a date. If you say "I don't need/want a date" you're probably lying and your sad self just needs to get to the realization that you in fact do want someone to buy your meal and hold your purse for you. Get your booty out there for the men to ask. You can start by choosing a male to ask you. Make sure he has nice abs and has a sexy car. Next, follow him around. Everywhere. Even into the bathroom. Make sure he likes your cats and isn't afraid to take them for rides in his sexy car even if they pee. Start talking to him about the homecoming game. Ask him if he's going. The exact time he will arrive. Who he's going to sit by. What color he's going to wear-including his shoelaces and underwear. How tall he'll be. Stuff like that. Keep the conversation going even if it's totally random. Then talk about how homecoming is the next day. Ask him if he's going. If he says no, ask him why. If he says because he doesn't have anyone to go with, SEIZE THIS OPPORTUNITY WOMEN! Say, "Oh.. me neither.. so I might just end up going with friends I guess..." If he doesn't proceed to ask you, you're either ugly, or he's a wimp and needs punched by a gorilla. If you're ugly, plaster on the makeup like you're Adam Lambert. If he needs punched by a gorilla, invite him to the zoo and throw him in the cage. If he still doesn't ask you, lower your standards. Maybe you will only get super nice abs and a semi-nice car. But don't let that bring your hopes down! You can always force him to spend his college savings on a nice Porsche later!
2. Get a dress. This may come before #1, but either way you need a dress. When you go about getting this dress, make sure you know what color looks absolutely horrid on you if your date is the gorilla-punch type of guy. Then buy that color so your date is inclined to tell you you look nice and you feel good about yourself even though you look like poo. If your problem is you're ugly and you don't want to go that route, find a dress that looks like a mirrored glass building in Chicago. Lots of sequins and sparkles so you just shine and no one will notice your face. Looking like a hooker is always acceptable to avoid anyone noticing you. Maybe you just want to wear some reflectors on there or throw some neon on your dress so you really fade into the background. Then make sure you get some 7 inch heels so you can be taller than your date and have a great time walking or dancing. They also help with the whole "hooker" idea.
3. Make sure your date knows what to wear. If you're wearing bright pink, so will he. No questions asked. Just tell him, because really, they do not give a flying squirrel about what they wear. If they don't know how to pick out their own clothes, take them and show them the nice Gucci tie you expect them to buy.
4. Go tanning. Whether you go to the tanning beds, or just get a spray tan, your goal should always be to look like a carrot. If you use the beds make sure you use the "bronzing" lotion, about 5 layers before you get in should do. Then go every day for 20 minutes so you have some nice wrinkly hands by the time of the dance. If you're getting a spray tan, you should wait until right before the dance, then get the darkest color they have so you look like you just came back from Hawaii with a natural orange glow about you.
5. Get your nails done. If you do them yourself, good luck because I for one, suck at painting my nails. If you go get them done and get fake ones, tell the nice foreign woman to leave the tips as long as she can just in case you need to scratch or claw any other chick who tries to talk to your date. Make sure they are sparkly and match your dress. If the foreign woman doesn't understand what you want and does it wrong, make her start all over for free and do not give her a tip.
6. Do your hair and make up. Before the dance, bleach the absolute crap out of your hair. It'll go great with your florescent orange skin! If you don't have time to do that, just utilize your hair spray and the "poof." Aka, the "Snooki Poof." That's basically the look you wanna go after for homecoming, Snooki. Make sure you have super long fake eyelashes and use a whole eyeliner pencil. Add glitter all over your eyelids and maybe some inside of your eyes as well. Or, you can always get your hair and makeup done, just make sure you stress to them that you want to look like you came off a street corner in St. Louis. This whole process of hair and make up can take anywhere from 3-17 hours.
7. When your date arrives. Wait about 20 minutes to go out and say hi, even if you're completely ready. This will impress him and he will have an opportunity to meet his future in-laws while he's waiting around for you. Once you come out, give him a long linger hug that lasts for about 5 minutes and "accidentally" smear your makeup all across his shirt. If he doesn't tell you how dang smokin' hot you look, say, "how do I look?" so that he HAS to say good, otherwise he looks like a jerk and you'll just kick him out on the streets. Get out his boutonniere, and if you don't know how to put it on you should probably watch a how-to video. If you're too good for that, just risk stabbing him in the nipple or have a parent awkwardly put it on him. Next take pictures. Guys love having their picture taken, so make sure this goes on for a good hour or so, plus pictures at the dance. Do every pose you can think of, and take 20 shots of all of those poses. As your about to leave, stand outside of his sexy car until he opens the door for you.
8. Make sure you have dinner plans. If he doesn't care where you go, not that it matters, make a reservation for the most expensive place in town. Hey, he's paying right?! Order spaghetti, because everyone eats that so gracefully. You can also do the whole Lady and the Tramp thing and share a noodle. Dinner is also a good time for some pre-dance flirting. Tell him he looks like a small rodent when he eats, or you love the way he sticks his tongue out before taking a bite. These are sure to get you a kiss later on. ;)
9. At the dance. I'm not going to go into great detail on this one, but make sure to take your shoes off so you can get cray-cray on the dance floor and get some good ole' foot fungus or step in something nasty. Then make your date give you a foot massage later. Be sure to forget your student i.d. so you have to sweet talk your way into the dance or sneak in. It adds to the excitement of the night! If your date sucks at dancing, ditch them and then show them how awesome you are by dancing with everyone else. During slow dances, make eye contact the whole time without blinking to really keep the mood.
Anyway, have fun!
1. Find yourself a date. If you say "I don't need/want a date" you're probably lying and your sad self just needs to get to the realization that you in fact do want someone to buy your meal and hold your purse for you. Get your booty out there for the men to ask. You can start by choosing a male to ask you. Make sure he has nice abs and has a sexy car. Next, follow him around. Everywhere. Even into the bathroom. Make sure he likes your cats and isn't afraid to take them for rides in his sexy car even if they pee. Start talking to him about the homecoming game. Ask him if he's going. The exact time he will arrive. Who he's going to sit by. What color he's going to wear-including his shoelaces and underwear. How tall he'll be. Stuff like that. Keep the conversation going even if it's totally random. Then talk about how homecoming is the next day. Ask him if he's going. If he says no, ask him why. If he says because he doesn't have anyone to go with, SEIZE THIS OPPORTUNITY WOMEN! Say, "Oh.. me neither.. so I might just end up going with friends I guess..." If he doesn't proceed to ask you, you're either ugly, or he's a wimp and needs punched by a gorilla. If you're ugly, plaster on the makeup like you're Adam Lambert. If he needs punched by a gorilla, invite him to the zoo and throw him in the cage. If he still doesn't ask you, lower your standards. Maybe you will only get super nice abs and a semi-nice car. But don't let that bring your hopes down! You can always force him to spend his college savings on a nice Porsche later!
2. Get a dress. This may come before #1, but either way you need a dress. When you go about getting this dress, make sure you know what color looks absolutely horrid on you if your date is the gorilla-punch type of guy. Then buy that color so your date is inclined to tell you you look nice and you feel good about yourself even though you look like poo. If your problem is you're ugly and you don't want to go that route, find a dress that looks like a mirrored glass building in Chicago. Lots of sequins and sparkles so you just shine and no one will notice your face. Looking like a hooker is always acceptable to avoid anyone noticing you. Maybe you just want to wear some reflectors on there or throw some neon on your dress so you really fade into the background. Then make sure you get some 7 inch heels so you can be taller than your date and have a great time walking or dancing. They also help with the whole "hooker" idea.
3. Make sure your date knows what to wear. If you're wearing bright pink, so will he. No questions asked. Just tell him, because really, they do not give a flying squirrel about what they wear. If they don't know how to pick out their own clothes, take them and show them the nice Gucci tie you expect them to buy.
4. Go tanning. Whether you go to the tanning beds, or just get a spray tan, your goal should always be to look like a carrot. If you use the beds make sure you use the "bronzing" lotion, about 5 layers before you get in should do. Then go every day for 20 minutes so you have some nice wrinkly hands by the time of the dance. If you're getting a spray tan, you should wait until right before the dance, then get the darkest color they have so you look like you just came back from Hawaii with a natural orange glow about you.
5. Get your nails done. If you do them yourself, good luck because I for one, suck at painting my nails. If you go get them done and get fake ones, tell the nice foreign woman to leave the tips as long as she can just in case you need to scratch or claw any other chick who tries to talk to your date. Make sure they are sparkly and match your dress. If the foreign woman doesn't understand what you want and does it wrong, make her start all over for free and do not give her a tip.
6. Do your hair and make up. Before the dance, bleach the absolute crap out of your hair. It'll go great with your florescent orange skin! If you don't have time to do that, just utilize your hair spray and the "poof." Aka, the "Snooki Poof." That's basically the look you wanna go after for homecoming, Snooki. Make sure you have super long fake eyelashes and use a whole eyeliner pencil. Add glitter all over your eyelids and maybe some inside of your eyes as well. Or, you can always get your hair and makeup done, just make sure you stress to them that you want to look like you came off a street corner in St. Louis. This whole process of hair and make up can take anywhere from 3-17 hours.
7. When your date arrives. Wait about 20 minutes to go out and say hi, even if you're completely ready. This will impress him and he will have an opportunity to meet his future in-laws while he's waiting around for you. Once you come out, give him a long linger hug that lasts for about 5 minutes and "accidentally" smear your makeup all across his shirt. If he doesn't tell you how dang smokin' hot you look, say, "how do I look?" so that he HAS to say good, otherwise he looks like a jerk and you'll just kick him out on the streets. Get out his boutonniere, and if you don't know how to put it on you should probably watch a how-to video. If you're too good for that, just risk stabbing him in the nipple or have a parent awkwardly put it on him. Next take pictures. Guys love having their picture taken, so make sure this goes on for a good hour or so, plus pictures at the dance. Do every pose you can think of, and take 20 shots of all of those poses. As your about to leave, stand outside of his sexy car until he opens the door for you.
8. Make sure you have dinner plans. If he doesn't care where you go, not that it matters, make a reservation for the most expensive place in town. Hey, he's paying right?! Order spaghetti, because everyone eats that so gracefully. You can also do the whole Lady and the Tramp thing and share a noodle. Dinner is also a good time for some pre-dance flirting. Tell him he looks like a small rodent when he eats, or you love the way he sticks his tongue out before taking a bite. These are sure to get you a kiss later on. ;)
9. At the dance. I'm not going to go into great detail on this one, but make sure to take your shoes off so you can get cray-cray on the dance floor and get some good ole' foot fungus or step in something nasty. Then make your date give you a foot massage later. Be sure to forget your student i.d. so you have to sweet talk your way into the dance or sneak in. It adds to the excitement of the night! If your date sucks at dancing, ditch them and then show them how awesome you are by dancing with everyone else. During slow dances, make eye contact the whole time without blinking to really keep the mood.
Anyway, have fun!
It's Alright to be Little Bitty
I have always been one of the shortest people in my grade. Not so much now it seems like, but people still call me short.
I am 5'1". Not abnormally short, but not tall at all. It comes with advantages and disadvantages. I remember once in 5th or 6th grade, I was hanging out with my friends, who of course were all taller than me. A country song, "Size Matters" came on the radio and they started singing it to me all the time. I just sang back the Allen Jackson song "It's Alright to be Little Bitty." What weird children we were. Anyway, I didn't reach the 5' mark until 8th grade I think. Most kids were 5' by 5th or 6th it seemed like. In 5th grade I helped serve lunch to the kindergartners and, I kid you not, there were at least three of them taller than me.
Being short can be good. More if you're a girl than a guy, probably, but I'm a girl so it's okay. You never really have to worry about dating a guy shorter than you. People think short girls are cute sometimes. You can buy shorter dresses and get away with it. (Sometimes.) You have less ways to fall if you trip. It's easier to touch your toes if you're short with short legs like me. I'm pretty sure it's better for dancing and cheer-leading for some reason, but I don't really know about that. You can fit in small places unless you're just totally fat. You don't hit your head on ceiling fans or other things that could concuss you. You can get away with standing on things more than tall people. You don't look like a sky-scraper in heels. You can jump on people's backs and force them to give you piggy-back rides.
Now here's the problems. The biggest one being you can't reach everything and you have to ask for help like a little kid. People don't see you in a crowded hall way and walk right into you. You get mistaken for an eleven year old at the movie theater or get asked if you want a kid's menu. Clothes are often too big, especially jeans. You have to buy short-cut jeans but some brands don't have them and then you look weird. Your face is always awkwardly right by your taller friends' boobs when you try and hug them. You can't play basketball unless you're just really fast or good. It's hard to be fast because one step for a tall person, is like three steps for a short person or someone with short legs. People make fun of you and constantly remind you you're short. Duh, we know that, we can see in a mirror. It's hard to lean over a sink to wash your face. Some restaurant tables are just too high and you always poke yourself in the eye with your straw. You can't see over people when there's a crowd and something exciting is going on, or even just in a movie theater, if a tall person sits in front of you it sucks. It's a lot harder to stay skinny and look slim because you can be short and stout. Like a teapot. There's more bad things, but us short people kind of just learn to deal with it.
Despite all the troubles that come with being short, I actually prefer it to being tall. Whenever I wear heels I feel too tall. When I'm around little kids for a long amount of time I feel awkward and like they're looking up my nose. It would suck to not be able to date shorter guys. They're always the cutest. I feel weird being above people. I'm just not used to it. I had a dream I was in some other country where everyone was short and I felt like a big, tall, fat, monster. It's just bizarre to me to have my head in the top of the crowd. So, that's why for me, it is alright to be little bitty.
I am 5'1". Not abnormally short, but not tall at all. It comes with advantages and disadvantages. I remember once in 5th or 6th grade, I was hanging out with my friends, who of course were all taller than me. A country song, "Size Matters" came on the radio and they started singing it to me all the time. I just sang back the Allen Jackson song "It's Alright to be Little Bitty." What weird children we were. Anyway, I didn't reach the 5' mark until 8th grade I think. Most kids were 5' by 5th or 6th it seemed like. In 5th grade I helped serve lunch to the kindergartners and, I kid you not, there were at least three of them taller than me.
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| Can you guess which one I am? Yup. Center and shortest. |
Being short can be good. More if you're a girl than a guy, probably, but I'm a girl so it's okay. You never really have to worry about dating a guy shorter than you. People think short girls are cute sometimes. You can buy shorter dresses and get away with it. (Sometimes.) You have less ways to fall if you trip. It's easier to touch your toes if you're short with short legs like me. I'm pretty sure it's better for dancing and cheer-leading for some reason, but I don't really know about that. You can fit in small places unless you're just totally fat. You don't hit your head on ceiling fans or other things that could concuss you. You can get away with standing on things more than tall people. You don't look like a sky-scraper in heels. You can jump on people's backs and force them to give you piggy-back rides.
Now here's the problems. The biggest one being you can't reach everything and you have to ask for help like a little kid. People don't see you in a crowded hall way and walk right into you. You get mistaken for an eleven year old at the movie theater or get asked if you want a kid's menu. Clothes are often too big, especially jeans. You have to buy short-cut jeans but some brands don't have them and then you look weird. Your face is always awkwardly right by your taller friends' boobs when you try and hug them. You can't play basketball unless you're just really fast or good. It's hard to be fast because one step for a tall person, is like three steps for a short person or someone with short legs. People make fun of you and constantly remind you you're short. Duh, we know that, we can see in a mirror. It's hard to lean over a sink to wash your face. Some restaurant tables are just too high and you always poke yourself in the eye with your straw. You can't see over people when there's a crowd and something exciting is going on, or even just in a movie theater, if a tall person sits in front of you it sucks. It's a lot harder to stay skinny and look slim because you can be short and stout. Like a teapot. There's more bad things, but us short people kind of just learn to deal with it.
Despite all the troubles that come with being short, I actually prefer it to being tall. Whenever I wear heels I feel too tall. When I'm around little kids for a long amount of time I feel awkward and like they're looking up my nose. It would suck to not be able to date shorter guys. They're always the cutest. I feel weird being above people. I'm just not used to it. I had a dream I was in some other country where everyone was short and I felt like a big, tall, fat, monster. It's just bizarre to me to have my head in the top of the crowd. So, that's why for me, it is alright to be little bitty.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
It's Kind of a Funny Story...
The other day I watched the movie "It's Kind of a Funny Story." It was supposed to be a comedy, but clearly the movie industry has some kind of sick twisted view about what's funny.
It was about this kid who wanted to kill himself, so he checks himself into a mental hospital. Sure, there were funny parts with some of the characters, but it was not in anyway a comedy. I don't think depression is very funny. I don't really think any of their conditions were that funny... just sad that anyone has to go through that... and they shouldn't poke fun at those types of people by calling it a "comedy." Otherwise, it was an okay movie.
Anyway, this movie made me realize the world is basically a mental institute. It's full of messed up sad people. There's crazy people losing their mind about something. There's people who get so caught up in their work nothing else matters. There's people who have anger issues. There's people who are just always sad. And there's people who are compulsive liars because they pretend like nothings wrong. At least, I see them as liars. How could nothing hardly ever be wrong? Somethings almost always wrong for me it seems like. No matter how big or how small.
It also made me realize that, since everyone has issues, you're not really alone even though you feel like it. In this hospital the boy thought he didn't belong at first. He just wanted a pill to make everything better, but they made him stay. He said he didn't belong in the same place as a schizophrenic, or someone who hasn't left their room since they got there, or even with the girl who cut herself. After just a day or two, he realized they are all just people and they all have problems like him. He even fell in love with that girl who cut at the end and helped other people there. Sometimes people with issues are blessed to have other people with issues. Sometimes it's better to cry with someone than all alone. Sometimes it's nice to have someone else with problems so you know you're not some kind of freak.
Depression is a really sad thing, literally. You're just always sad. You're just always mad. You don't really know why. You don't really know what to do to fix it. You just kind of have to force yourself to be happy. I wish pain did not exist. But for now, this is the world we're stuck with and I'd say it consists of about 85% pain 15% happiness. That's sad. People should be happy. People need to be nice to random people because sometimes it just makes their day so much better. What if they were going to go jump off a bridge later, but you telling them they looked nice saved their life? That's kind of extreme but you get the idea.
Once I was stuck at the Chicago O'Hare Airport all alone for 6 hours or something. I had lost my money the week before so I barely had any and I wasn't supposed to be stuck there that long. I hadn't eaten in hours and I had 87 cents. I had been sitting in a booth in the food area for about 2 hours, and I was tired and on the verge of tears. All of the sudden this woman sitting near me asked if I wanted the rest of her pizza because she had to catch her flight and didn't want to throw it away. I never liked taco pizza, but I sure appreciated it that day. I thanked her about 6 times and I told her I had been stuck here for hours and that it was just a miracle. It made my horrible day a little bit better. It was just one of those amazing moments where you feel so low and then you're just surprised with something awesome, no matter how simple it may be. Those are what makes this life happy and take away times when you feel depressed. Tiny everyday miracles make days good. Just someone being there to listen and to hug makes you know it's okay to be sad sometimes, so try and be that person to someone, someone a person can run to when they don't know where to go. Be someone's mental hospital.
It was about this kid who wanted to kill himself, so he checks himself into a mental hospital. Sure, there were funny parts with some of the characters, but it was not in anyway a comedy. I don't think depression is very funny. I don't really think any of their conditions were that funny... just sad that anyone has to go through that... and they shouldn't poke fun at those types of people by calling it a "comedy." Otherwise, it was an okay movie.
Anyway, this movie made me realize the world is basically a mental institute. It's full of messed up sad people. There's crazy people losing their mind about something. There's people who get so caught up in their work nothing else matters. There's people who have anger issues. There's people who are just always sad. And there's people who are compulsive liars because they pretend like nothings wrong. At least, I see them as liars. How could nothing hardly ever be wrong? Somethings almost always wrong for me it seems like. No matter how big or how small.
It also made me realize that, since everyone has issues, you're not really alone even though you feel like it. In this hospital the boy thought he didn't belong at first. He just wanted a pill to make everything better, but they made him stay. He said he didn't belong in the same place as a schizophrenic, or someone who hasn't left their room since they got there, or even with the girl who cut herself. After just a day or two, he realized they are all just people and they all have problems like him. He even fell in love with that girl who cut at the end and helped other people there. Sometimes people with issues are blessed to have other people with issues. Sometimes it's better to cry with someone than all alone. Sometimes it's nice to have someone else with problems so you know you're not some kind of freak.
Depression is a really sad thing, literally. You're just always sad. You're just always mad. You don't really know why. You don't really know what to do to fix it. You just kind of have to force yourself to be happy. I wish pain did not exist. But for now, this is the world we're stuck with and I'd say it consists of about 85% pain 15% happiness. That's sad. People should be happy. People need to be nice to random people because sometimes it just makes their day so much better. What if they were going to go jump off a bridge later, but you telling them they looked nice saved their life? That's kind of extreme but you get the idea.
Once I was stuck at the Chicago O'Hare Airport all alone for 6 hours or something. I had lost my money the week before so I barely had any and I wasn't supposed to be stuck there that long. I hadn't eaten in hours and I had 87 cents. I had been sitting in a booth in the food area for about 2 hours, and I was tired and on the verge of tears. All of the sudden this woman sitting near me asked if I wanted the rest of her pizza because she had to catch her flight and didn't want to throw it away. I never liked taco pizza, but I sure appreciated it that day. I thanked her about 6 times and I told her I had been stuck here for hours and that it was just a miracle. It made my horrible day a little bit better. It was just one of those amazing moments where you feel so low and then you're just surprised with something awesome, no matter how simple it may be. Those are what makes this life happy and take away times when you feel depressed. Tiny everyday miracles make days good. Just someone being there to listen and to hug makes you know it's okay to be sad sometimes, so try and be that person to someone, someone a person can run to when they don't know where to go. Be someone's mental hospital.
Fearless
This is one of my favorite songs, "Fearless" by Taylor Swift.
There's somethin' 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rained
There's a glow off the pavement, you walk me to the car
And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there
In the middle of the parking lot, yeah
We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know
I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now
But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair
Absent-mindedly makin' me want you
And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless
So baby drive slow 'til we run out of road
In this one horse town, I wanna stay right here
In this passenger seat, you put your eyes on me
In this moment, now capture it, remember it
'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless
Well, you stood there with me in the doorway
My hands shake, I'm not usually this way
But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave
It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin'
It's fearless
'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless
'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless
Taylor Swift has a really amazing explanation of this song and what "Fearless" means to her. So here's what it means to me:
I think fearless is not being afraid to tell people what you think. It's fearless to be able to tell someone your flaws or let them see your imperfections knowing they may run after what they see. It's going through a hard time with no one on earth to help you and somehow getting through it. Being fearless is doing what is right even though you know everyone will judge you for it and you might lose some of your best friends. It's fearless to tell someone no when they want you give into the peer pressures of the world. It's fearless to forgive and forget even though you know they'll just hurt you again. It's fearless to do something you believe you can do, something you've always wanted to do, when everyone says there's no way you can do it. Fearless is finally telling someone you love them. It's taking risks that could make your life so much better and still doing it even though you know you may end up heartbroken later. Fearless can mean being afraid. It's okay to be afraid it doesn't make you any less courageous. It's fearless to cry in front of people even though it makes you feel ashamed. It's fearless to give up something that's been weighing you down forever. It's fearless to talk about God at school or around your non-believer friends. It's fearless to try a new food. Fearless is doing something you've always wanted to do since you were little. It's driving a car for the first time. It's fearless to slow dance in the middle of the street with the boy you love at 11 at night in freezing weather. It's fearless to be nice to someone you've never liked, or to be the bigger person with someone who's always been rude to you. Fearless is dancing like no ones watching and singing at the top of your lungs in the car even when the windows are rolled down. It's fearless to miss a football game to do homework so you can get an A in a class. It's fearless to go out for a sport, even though you know you suck. It's asking someone out, not knowing what they'll say. Fearless is doing things you never thought you could do and doing them with your best effort and without regrets. Fearless is just being able to live in this crazy world. Fearless is having faith and knowing things will get better so you're taking the hardships now. Being fearless is not always easy, but it's worth it. It comes with many struggles and facing those struggles is purely Fearless.
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