The 40+ generation has taken over.
Taken over Facebook.
Has anyone noticed that the only posts they see are from angsty freshmen/middle schoolers and middle aged adults posting every detail about their day?
Adults have always criticized teens for posting every detail of their life on Twitter or Facebook. Now they do it more than us. They don't just post the acceptable one-sentence "Just got coffee from Starbucks yum". They post a PARAGRAPH about their trip to Starbucks, other miscellaneous errands they ran, the conversations they had with each person, and how their dog peed all over the couch while they were gone. Do they think people care? Like, get a diary Uncle Darrel. I'm fine with SHORT posts about something funny your small child or pet did, but we don't care about how your dog is doing three weeks after it was neutered. We don't want to read a 5000 word paragraph about your day at the airport. We don't want to see a picture of the dinner you make every single night. We don't want to scroll through all of your reposts of a political ad. We don't care about how you wish things were back to how they were in the 60's. We don't want to read about your new "pain or ache of the week". We really, really do not want you to comment on every picture we post and say something embarrassing. We don't want you to post on our page about something stupid we did when we were little, or how much we've changed, or grown up. We don't want you to comment on our weird facial expressions. We don't want you to write a paragraph in the comments of our changed relationship status. We don't want you to post 83578926359 words about your time at the Gather's concert.
THEN these old people say "LOL." They think it's all hip and cool to type like a middle-schooler. "I had fun with u 2day, thx 4 spending the day with me and i hope ur dog gets better LOL!" Please stop. Please. It's just annoying and stupid and weird. It bothers me when people my age do it, it bothers me more when old people do it. Especially when they capitalize LOL every time. I wish they just wouldn't say "lol" but why capitalize it if you must? I mean, I get it's an acronym, but capitalizing it just makes you look way overly excited about something that probably isn't even funny.
So please stop, dear elderly people. We love you, yet, we really don't want to know about every minute detail of your life. And then you make fun of us for doing that.... Look at yourselves! You people are on Facebook more than most teenagers I know. What's next, Twitter? The old people will be "twittering" (as they call it) about their aches and pains. Their dog's aches and pains. How they accidentally spilled coffee on their carpet. Please understand, we appreciate you... but WE DON'T CARE. xoxoxo
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
The P-word.
Number one word I hate- pickle.
*shudders*
I can't stand that word. I don't know why really... but yep. I just can't stand the word pickle.
Perhaps it has something to do with the awkwardness of it. Think about it. Pih-kal. "pi-kəl". It's just so weird sounding. I hate why people use it like "I was in a pickle". I know they do that in baseball and softball... and they should call it something else. Yuck- thinking about this word so much is making me sick.
Pickles are really disgusting vegetables. Cucumbers are fine... but for some reason I just can't stand to look at pickles. They're ugly and awkward looking. They were once a nice cucumber shade, and now they're a dark ugly poop green. They have warts on them and bumps like they have some disease. In my opinion, they look like frogs or toads in a different shape. They're the same color and texture and have that cold moist feeling like frogs or toads. The taste is disgusting. I don't see how anyone likes them. There are even some psychos who like to drink pickle juice. Ew! That's just so nasty! How can one torure themselves like that? They make this terrible crunching sound when you bite into them. It's like it's crunchy but it's juicy. It's not normal. Pickles are just drunk cucumbers. They sit for a long time in some kind of smelly solution until they are ruined and sickening. It's like making beer, but with a perfectly good vegetable. They also smell terrible and give you nasty breath. Then people ruin their sandwiches with them. It's one thing to put a small pickle slice on a sandwhich, but some people even eat them PLAIN. That is disgusting. Then people fry these ludacris vegetables (if you can even call them that) and pretend to ENJOY eating them. Fools.
I would even go so far as to say I am afriad of pickles. They're like.. wet and slimy and warty and weird and gross and smelly and disgusting. I don't want that thing near me! Someone once put one on my plate and I had to look away while they got it off. I often cover them with napkins or hurry to throw them away if they come on a dish I have ordered. I just really hate them.
*shudders*
I can't stand that word. I don't know why really... but yep. I just can't stand the word pickle.
Perhaps it has something to do with the awkwardness of it. Think about it. Pih-kal. "pi-kəl". It's just so weird sounding. I hate why people use it like "I was in a pickle". I know they do that in baseball and softball... and they should call it something else. Yuck- thinking about this word so much is making me sick.
Pickles are really disgusting vegetables. Cucumbers are fine... but for some reason I just can't stand to look at pickles. They're ugly and awkward looking. They were once a nice cucumber shade, and now they're a dark ugly poop green. They have warts on them and bumps like they have some disease. In my opinion, they look like frogs or toads in a different shape. They're the same color and texture and have that cold moist feeling like frogs or toads. The taste is disgusting. I don't see how anyone likes them. There are even some psychos who like to drink pickle juice. Ew! That's just so nasty! How can one torure themselves like that? They make this terrible crunching sound when you bite into them. It's like it's crunchy but it's juicy. It's not normal. Pickles are just drunk cucumbers. They sit for a long time in some kind of smelly solution until they are ruined and sickening. It's like making beer, but with a perfectly good vegetable. They also smell terrible and give you nasty breath. Then people ruin their sandwiches with them. It's one thing to put a small pickle slice on a sandwhich, but some people even eat them PLAIN. That is disgusting. Then people fry these ludacris vegetables (if you can even call them that) and pretend to ENJOY eating them. Fools.
I would even go so far as to say I am afriad of pickles. They're like.. wet and slimy and warty and weird and gross and smelly and disgusting. I don't want that thing near me! Someone once put one on my plate and I had to look away while they got it off. I often cover them with napkins or hurry to throw them away if they come on a dish I have ordered. I just really hate them.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Django Unchained
"The D is silent hillbilly"
Django Unchained was a great movie. It was full of history and dialogue and action. I'm a girl and I actually like action movies. Not all the time, but I enjoy them most of the time. I liked this one because it wasn't fighting constantly..it was mostly just at the end.
Anyway, a short summary of the movie: A German man (Dr. King Schulze) rides up to some slave traders, kills one, takes Django, and gives the other slaves a gun to kill the other slave trader. The German dude was a bounty hunter and he needed Django's help to figure out who three guys were that he needed to kill for the bounty. They go into a town, kill a sheriff who was also wanted, then make their way to the plantation where the three men are that they need to find. Anyone who sees Django is shocked because he is a black man on a horse and he is free. Schulze didn't believe in slavery so he said Django and him were more like partners. Django killed two of the guys, whipping one of them to show him how it felt since he had just been about to whip a slave girl. The main part of the story is that they were trying to get Django's wife back to him. They had been separated after they tried to escape together and had been caught. They were sold to different people and when Schulze found that out he wanted to help Django. They figured out the plantation Django's wife was at. The owner of the plantation (Calvin Candie) was also the owner of many Mandingo fighters. Schulze and Django claimed to the owner that they wanted to buy one of his fighters and they would pay a great price. Django saw his wife, Hildie, and they had to pretend like they didn't know each other. Candie's butler, Stephan figures out that they know each other and informs Candie. They end up all shooting each other. Schulze gets shot and so does Candie. The few people left take Django and then sell him to slave traders. He tricks them into releasing him and he kills them. Then he goes back for Hildie. He kills the few white people left, then shoots Stephan in the leg and lights the house on fire and throws some dynamite in there. It blows up, and him and his woman ride away into the darkness.
It was a really cool story with some great actors such as Jamie Fox, Samuel L. Jackson, and Leonardo DeCaprio. They could have sworn less, and maybe not shown so much blood shooting out of the people when they got shot. Overall though, it was a great movie and I've watched it twice so far.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
If I Was a Billionaire
If I was a billionaire I think I would have some fun and do some good.
I would buy a ranch in Colorado, get some cows. A hundred horses. Some ranch hands. And a huge log cabin house looking out over a lake. It'd pretty much be a mansion of a "cabin". It'd have a big porch all the way around and lots of windows and sky lights. The back overlooking the lake would have a big deck with a grill and rocking chairs. There'd be a slide into a pool under the house off of the deck. There would be a glass room that would be like my studio...for art and writing. There would be perfect places around the hundreds of acres of land for me to take pictures and go four wheeling.
Also, I'd buy a penthouse apartment in Chicago or New York. It'd be all fancy and urban with a huge closet. I'd buy boatloads of clothes in the upscale stores lined in the streets of the city. I'd go to fancy dinner parties and fashion shows and work some at the New York Times or Chicago Tribune. I'd have a chauffeur drive me around in a limo just to be awesome and feel important. People would know me and I'd get invited to parties and stuff but I'd just shop instead.
I'd also have a little beach house somewhere. It wouldn't have to be big, just enough for me and my husband to stay and keep some surf boards and a boat and a convertible corvette.
That brings me to my cars. A mustang-red Shelby with white stripes. An awesome big truck. An old convertible stingray corvette. A limo. A jeep. Those are just mine...my husband will have his own awesome cars too. We'd have an underground garage thing and show room in our main house in Colorado.
We would always be going on cool trips to different countries and staying in the nicest hotels. We'd go to the famous restaurants shown on the Travel Channel. We would also get VIP tickets to some very cool concerts, and be some of Maroon 5's groupies or something. We would get tickets to the World Cup all the time too. We would get to meet a lot of famous people and go to movie premiers just because we're that rich.
I'd also give a lot to random organizations like JDRF and cancer organizations. I would donate to Children's hospitals, missionaries, and I'd try to help homeless people find jobs. I really love sea turtles, and I would contribute a lot to efforts to save them. I'd also go volunteer to help them myself. I would put a lot of my money in the bank for my kids later on and I'd give a lot to my family too.
I would buy a ranch in Colorado, get some cows. A hundred horses. Some ranch hands. And a huge log cabin house looking out over a lake. It'd pretty much be a mansion of a "cabin". It'd have a big porch all the way around and lots of windows and sky lights. The back overlooking the lake would have a big deck with a grill and rocking chairs. There'd be a slide into a pool under the house off of the deck. There would be a glass room that would be like my studio...for art and writing. There would be perfect places around the hundreds of acres of land for me to take pictures and go four wheeling.
Also, I'd buy a penthouse apartment in Chicago or New York. It'd be all fancy and urban with a huge closet. I'd buy boatloads of clothes in the upscale stores lined in the streets of the city. I'd go to fancy dinner parties and fashion shows and work some at the New York Times or Chicago Tribune. I'd have a chauffeur drive me around in a limo just to be awesome and feel important. People would know me and I'd get invited to parties and stuff but I'd just shop instead.
I'd also have a little beach house somewhere. It wouldn't have to be big, just enough for me and my husband to stay and keep some surf boards and a boat and a convertible corvette.
That brings me to my cars. A mustang-red Shelby with white stripes. An awesome big truck. An old convertible stingray corvette. A limo. A jeep. Those are just mine...my husband will have his own awesome cars too. We'd have an underground garage thing and show room in our main house in Colorado.
We would always be going on cool trips to different countries and staying in the nicest hotels. We'd go to the famous restaurants shown on the Travel Channel. We would also get VIP tickets to some very cool concerts, and be some of Maroon 5's groupies or something. We would get tickets to the World Cup all the time too. We would get to meet a lot of famous people and go to movie premiers just because we're that rich.
I'd also give a lot to random organizations like JDRF and cancer organizations. I would donate to Children's hospitals, missionaries, and I'd try to help homeless people find jobs. I really love sea turtles, and I would contribute a lot to efforts to save them. I'd also go volunteer to help them myself. I would put a lot of my money in the bank for my kids later on and I'd give a lot to my family too.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Just Wait, He's Somewhere
So many teenage girls I know are freaking out about being "forever alone."
Well stop.
I know, easy for me to say right? I found the love of my life at the age of 15.
But I wasn't looking for him.
There's this thing called serendipity which means good things happen when you don't expect them to. I think that these girls (or even boys) need to stop complaining about it and just let it happen when it does. If they don't want to just let it go, then maybe they should actually try to look for a guy instead of writing about how they are oh-so-lonely and in need of a cuddle buddy on Twitter.
When my boyfriend and I began talking, I was not really looking for a relationship. I had been for months (maybe years) before that. I had liked this guy at my school for almost two years and he was still only my best friend. And even that was falling apart. I finally gave it up. I mean, I had said that sooo many other times but I always just fell back into liking him again. This time, I left for church camp right after I decided that. I thought "okay, I just won't worry about boys for awhile. I'll be with friends and worry about that later. If one shows up, then so be it, but I'm not going to waste another two years of my life going after some guy who will never like me." And guess what. That very week at camp I started to get to know Jared. It usually won't happen that quickly; I was lucky.
My point is, girls need to just relax. Most people don't find their soul mate in high school! And you shouldn't become so desperate that you'll date just anyone because you want a boyfriend THAT badly. You have years ahead to find the perfect one not just someone.
Dating is all about finding the person you want to marry. You shouldn't even consider dating someone if you could never ever see yourself with them for the rest of your life. And frankly, most people aren't ready for that in high school! I'm just one of the weird ones who likes to start planning the rest of my life wayyy in advance-and I found the boy I want to spend it with too. Most people, on the other hand, really can't handle that kind of commitment or planning at this age. So don't worry about it. This may be cliche, but God will find you the one when the time is right.
I see girls post that there are no good guys left, they're all jerks, no one would ever love them, guys like the ones in movies aren't real.
THAT is why I encourage these girls to wait. Wait until you find a good guy. Wait until you find one who proves to you that all guys actually aren't jerks. Wait till one loves you more than you could have ever imagined. Wait until one is crazy about you like those guys in movies are with their girls.
It isn't easy to find. Sometimes you just have to sit back and wait until one comes along. They do exist. Nice guys do exist. I'm not just saying that because I have the perfect boyfriend. In fact, he's not always perfect. Sometimes I wish he was more romantic. We all have these super high expectations and they corner guys and make them look like jerks because they aren't exactly like Noah in The Notebook. But when they truly do love you and want to be with you they will show it in some way. Maybe not exactly like the guys in a Nicholas Sparks movie or Taylor Swift song like we wish, but they'll show you.
My advice to these girls is make a list of everything you want in a guy. It can be hundreds of things. Then order them in importance. If you meet a guy who you think is interested in you, first make sure he meets your top ones. Until you meet someone though, don't say all guys are jerks because that is only hurting the guys who could have been attracted to you. It makes them think that they could never get close enough to you because you'll just hate them because they're a guy so they're obviously a jerk. When you do meet someone don't push them away. But before you even start dating you should hang out some to see if he really does meet your criteria for a good future husband. If he doesn't, why waste your time? Save yourself the heartbreak. And if he doesn't seem at all interested, don't go after him for too long because by running after him you could be missing someone amazing standing on the sidelines waiting for someone like you to see them. So just don't worry. It will all work out if you give it time.
Well stop.
I know, easy for me to say right? I found the love of my life at the age of 15.
But I wasn't looking for him.
There's this thing called serendipity which means good things happen when you don't expect them to. I think that these girls (or even boys) need to stop complaining about it and just let it happen when it does. If they don't want to just let it go, then maybe they should actually try to look for a guy instead of writing about how they are oh-so-lonely and in need of a cuddle buddy on Twitter.
When my boyfriend and I began talking, I was not really looking for a relationship. I had been for months (maybe years) before that. I had liked this guy at my school for almost two years and he was still only my best friend. And even that was falling apart. I finally gave it up. I mean, I had said that sooo many other times but I always just fell back into liking him again. This time, I left for church camp right after I decided that. I thought "okay, I just won't worry about boys for awhile. I'll be with friends and worry about that later. If one shows up, then so be it, but I'm not going to waste another two years of my life going after some guy who will never like me." And guess what. That very week at camp I started to get to know Jared. It usually won't happen that quickly; I was lucky.
My point is, girls need to just relax. Most people don't find their soul mate in high school! And you shouldn't become so desperate that you'll date just anyone because you want a boyfriend THAT badly. You have years ahead to find the perfect one not just someone.
Dating is all about finding the person you want to marry. You shouldn't even consider dating someone if you could never ever see yourself with them for the rest of your life. And frankly, most people aren't ready for that in high school! I'm just one of the weird ones who likes to start planning the rest of my life wayyy in advance-and I found the boy I want to spend it with too. Most people, on the other hand, really can't handle that kind of commitment or planning at this age. So don't worry about it. This may be cliche, but God will find you the one when the time is right.
I see girls post that there are no good guys left, they're all jerks, no one would ever love them, guys like the ones in movies aren't real.
THAT is why I encourage these girls to wait. Wait until you find a good guy. Wait until you find one who proves to you that all guys actually aren't jerks. Wait till one loves you more than you could have ever imagined. Wait until one is crazy about you like those guys in movies are with their girls.
It isn't easy to find. Sometimes you just have to sit back and wait until one comes along. They do exist. Nice guys do exist. I'm not just saying that because I have the perfect boyfriend. In fact, he's not always perfect. Sometimes I wish he was more romantic. We all have these super high expectations and they corner guys and make them look like jerks because they aren't exactly like Noah in The Notebook. But when they truly do love you and want to be with you they will show it in some way. Maybe not exactly like the guys in a Nicholas Sparks movie or Taylor Swift song like we wish, but they'll show you.
My advice to these girls is make a list of everything you want in a guy. It can be hundreds of things. Then order them in importance. If you meet a guy who you think is interested in you, first make sure he meets your top ones. Until you meet someone though, don't say all guys are jerks because that is only hurting the guys who could have been attracted to you. It makes them think that they could never get close enough to you because you'll just hate them because they're a guy so they're obviously a jerk. When you do meet someone don't push them away. But before you even start dating you should hang out some to see if he really does meet your criteria for a good future husband. If he doesn't, why waste your time? Save yourself the heartbreak. And if he doesn't seem at all interested, don't go after him for too long because by running after him you could be missing someone amazing standing on the sidelines waiting for someone like you to see them. So just don't worry. It will all work out if you give it time.
Ew children.
I hate kids.
Okay I don't.
I love the ones I know. I love my little cousins and I love my boyfriend's little brothers and sister. But those little random kids in public, I just can't stand.
They're gross. I see kids walking around the store with their hands in their nose or mouth then they touch everything. There's always kids sneezing or coughing. They smell. Some kids really need to start using deodorant at the age of like 9 and not wait until they're 12 or 13 because they stink. There's always random kids wandering around. Especially at the pool. Those kids are oblivious to everything going on around them and the end up running into you. They accidentally touch your butt. They say random things to you like they think they know you. Crazy kids. I always seem to get sick when I'm around them. They scream and throw fits and are bratty and obnoxious. They can be fun. But not random ones in public. They're sometimes cute from a distance. As long as they don't grab my leg with their snotty hands.
Okay I don't.
I love the ones I know. I love my little cousins and I love my boyfriend's little brothers and sister. But those little random kids in public, I just can't stand.
They're gross. I see kids walking around the store with their hands in their nose or mouth then they touch everything. There's always kids sneezing or coughing. They smell. Some kids really need to start using deodorant at the age of like 9 and not wait until they're 12 or 13 because they stink. There's always random kids wandering around. Especially at the pool. Those kids are oblivious to everything going on around them and the end up running into you. They accidentally touch your butt. They say random things to you like they think they know you. Crazy kids. I always seem to get sick when I'm around them. They scream and throw fits and are bratty and obnoxious. They can be fun. But not random ones in public. They're sometimes cute from a distance. As long as they don't grab my leg with their snotty hands.
Diet Time
I am getting more crap for being on a diet than for being fat.
Why is our culture so messed up?!
I want to start eating healthier so I feel better, look better, and have more energy. And people are telling me I don't need to do that. They're saying "Oh shut up, you're beautiful the way you are, don't listen to society!!!" Well yeah, it's not all about that. I think I look fine. I just don't fit in clothes that well and I want to be healthy.
Now a days people give you more of a hard time for trying to be skinny and "conforming" than they do for being fat or eating three meals at once.
I don't eat enough vegetables. I eat lots of fruit so that's good. I eat quite a bit of meat. I eat way too much grains and pasta-y stuff. I started this soup diet where you basically only eat vegetable soup, vegetables, and fruit. As the week goes on you can begin having a small amount of poultry or yogurt. The soup was pretty gross. My friends told me I was crazy for doing that and that I didn't need to. Well I just wanted to. I wanted to get a start on trying to eat less. It's not even so much that I eat unhealthy things, it's just that I eat a lot.
I want to be in the healthy range for my height. Being short means I have to weigh a lot less than most people to have the "healthy" BMI. Really, it isn't about the number on my pants, it's the number on the scale. It's gone up. A lot. My size hasn't changed a ton, my pants are bigger because that's where I tend to gain my weight: thighs and butt. It's a lot healthier to be bottom heavy than top heavy so that's good I guess. I don't think I look that bad. Seeing myself from the top you'd think I was an average weight girl. Just seeing me from the bottom you'd think I was a fat girl. That doesn't bother me too much. I'd just like to be a little slimmer so I look better in a swim suit and I don't have to wear Spanx with all my tight dresses. I hate running but I know that's the best way to lose lower body weight. Well. The truth is, I don't want to lose my butt. I like it. People say it's one of the best things about my body. So I obviously don't want to lose it. Just a little on my thighs. That's one reason I hadn't started trying to lose weight and I haven't exercised in a long time. Now though, it's to the point where if I lost a little bit I think that'd be good. I just don't want to be another flat bottomed white girl ya know? But I want to fit into my shorts from past summers so... it's time to lose a little I suppose.
#thestruggle :(
Why is our culture so messed up?!
I want to start eating healthier so I feel better, look better, and have more energy. And people are telling me I don't need to do that. They're saying "Oh shut up, you're beautiful the way you are, don't listen to society!!!" Well yeah, it's not all about that. I think I look fine. I just don't fit in clothes that well and I want to be healthy.
Now a days people give you more of a hard time for trying to be skinny and "conforming" than they do for being fat or eating three meals at once.
I don't eat enough vegetables. I eat lots of fruit so that's good. I eat quite a bit of meat. I eat way too much grains and pasta-y stuff. I started this soup diet where you basically only eat vegetable soup, vegetables, and fruit. As the week goes on you can begin having a small amount of poultry or yogurt. The soup was pretty gross. My friends told me I was crazy for doing that and that I didn't need to. Well I just wanted to. I wanted to get a start on trying to eat less. It's not even so much that I eat unhealthy things, it's just that I eat a lot.
I want to be in the healthy range for my height. Being short means I have to weigh a lot less than most people to have the "healthy" BMI. Really, it isn't about the number on my pants, it's the number on the scale. It's gone up. A lot. My size hasn't changed a ton, my pants are bigger because that's where I tend to gain my weight: thighs and butt. It's a lot healthier to be bottom heavy than top heavy so that's good I guess. I don't think I look that bad. Seeing myself from the top you'd think I was an average weight girl. Just seeing me from the bottom you'd think I was a fat girl. That doesn't bother me too much. I'd just like to be a little slimmer so I look better in a swim suit and I don't have to wear Spanx with all my tight dresses. I hate running but I know that's the best way to lose lower body weight. Well. The truth is, I don't want to lose my butt. I like it. People say it's one of the best things about my body. So I obviously don't want to lose it. Just a little on my thighs. That's one reason I hadn't started trying to lose weight and I haven't exercised in a long time. Now though, it's to the point where if I lost a little bit I think that'd be good. I just don't want to be another flat bottomed white girl ya know? But I want to fit into my shorts from past summers so... it's time to lose a little I suppose.
#thestruggle :(
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