Wow.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Aftermath
This is my arm. The dot is from the ginormous needle. The light shading is my teeny bruise.
The Dairy Queen Pay-Off
Some days, I just love being a blogger.
I am addicted to freebies, so please excuse this brief interruption for a commercial break
Dairy Queen has this deal that if you blog about the new menu and what you would do to try the meals for free. It kind of reminds me of the whole "what would you do for a Klondike bar?" thing.
So, featured on this menu are:
-A sundae
-A dipped cone (my favorite)
-A medium drink
-A thing of fries
-Or onion rings
-Salad
-Burger
-Wrap
-Hot dog
So, I unfortunately don't like all of those things, but I have friends who do. So why not?
Okay, so what would I do to try all of those things free?
I would come up with an ornate plan to take over the world using only plastic sporks and an army of lemurs. We would then erect a Dairy Queen on every street corner so that everyone could overindulge and wreck their New Year's resolution. Much like I am.
Okay, Dairy Queen. Please send me my gift card so I can indulge in way too much ice cream.
And now back to your previously scheduled programming.
I am addicted to freebies, so please excuse this brief interruption for a commercial break
Dairy Queen has this deal that if you blog about the new menu and what you would do to try the meals for free. It kind of reminds me of the whole "what would you do for a Klondike bar?" thing.
So, featured on this menu are:
-A sundae
-A dipped cone (my favorite)
-A medium drink
-A thing of fries
-Or onion rings
-Salad
-Burger
-Wrap
-Hot dog
So, I unfortunately don't like all of those things, but I have friends who do. So why not?
Okay, so what would I do to try all of those things free?
I would come up with an ornate plan to take over the world using only plastic sporks and an army of lemurs. We would then erect a Dairy Queen on every street corner so that everyone could overindulge and wreck their New Year's resolution. Much like I am.
Okay, Dairy Queen. Please send me my gift card so I can indulge in way too much ice cream.
And now back to your previously scheduled programming.
Spring Cleaning
In a search for the installation disk to my scanner/printer, I dragged out things from my drawers and under my desk in a search. The result was....
If you don't feel so moved, please pray for my safety and God's protection as I don my amazingly comfy Kent State sweatpants, pull up an episode of Bridezillas, and dig into this waist-deep pile of crap.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Blast From The Past
I'm about the same age in this picture as my sister is now. But, you know, we don't look anything alike.
Oh Goody
And just as things were getting easier and looking up for me, I had to go and look up the Guarani language.
The idea of not knowning Guarani has freaked me out ever since I found out that Paraguay had two languages. But frequently I was comforted with "Oh, it's okay. I'm sure that it and Spanish are relatively similar.
Iñaña kuriju!
Which happens to mean "bad anaconda" because I can't find the Guarani word for, "What are you talking about, you stupid, idiotic, imbecile!?"
Guarani! Is! Nothing! Like! Spanish!
Commence with new panic attack.
What? You think I'm exaggerating? Look at this and tell me if this is remotely like Spanish.
The idea of not knowning Guarani has freaked me out ever since I found out that Paraguay had two languages. But frequently I was comforted with "Oh, it's okay. I'm sure that it and Spanish are relatively similar.
Iñaña kuriju!
Which happens to mean "bad anaconda" because I can't find the Guarani word for, "What are you talking about, you stupid, idiotic, imbecile!?"
Guarani! Is! Nothing! Like! Spanish!
Commence with new panic attack.
What? You think I'm exaggerating? Look at this and tell me if this is remotely like Spanish.
Piano Jesus Moment
I had a rare "Jesus moment" in Piano Lab yesterday.
I was sitting, praciticing my song that I've been working on for the past five weeks and am getting steadily worse in most parts, and I come to a chord that I play and it sounds wrong. I mean, I hit it and it sounds like a cat slowly dying. So, I look at the notes again, just to make sure that I'm playing the right notes. I tried it again, and it still sounded horrible.
I called my teacher over and asked him about the notes in question. He said that I was playing them right.
"See, this note is a half note. You're playing the first quarter note, but have you tried the second?"
I hadn't, so I did. That sounded a lot better. "But that doesn't make any sense. The one note still sounds really bad."
"Okay," He said, "Play that good chord by itself and see how it sounds."
It sounded good.
"Now try the bad note followed by the good note."
The second note sounded even better next to the bad note.
"See, the composer put the note in there, knowing that it sounded bad, but also knowing that it would make the notes after it sound awesome. At first glance, it looks like it ruins the song, but really, it enhances it."
In a rare moment of depth, I realized that God is a lot like that. Some things in life just plain chew. They make you think that nothing good can come out of them, but in the end, it's just a way that God can make things turn out great and let people see his glory.
Acts 15:18
"Known unto God are all his works from the beginning of the world."
I was sitting, praciticing my song that I've been working on for the past five weeks and am getting steadily worse in most parts, and I come to a chord that I play and it sounds wrong. I mean, I hit it and it sounds like a cat slowly dying. So, I look at the notes again, just to make sure that I'm playing the right notes. I tried it again, and it still sounded horrible.
I called my teacher over and asked him about the notes in question. He said that I was playing them right.
"See, this note is a half note. You're playing the first quarter note, but have you tried the second?"
I hadn't, so I did. That sounded a lot better. "But that doesn't make any sense. The one note still sounds really bad."
"Okay," He said, "Play that good chord by itself and see how it sounds."
It sounded good.
"Now try the bad note followed by the good note."
The second note sounded even better next to the bad note.
"See, the composer put the note in there, knowing that it sounded bad, but also knowing that it would make the notes after it sound awesome. At first glance, it looks like it ruins the song, but really, it enhances it."
In a rare moment of depth, I realized that God is a lot like that. Some things in life just plain chew. They make you think that nothing good can come out of them, but in the end, it's just a way that God can make things turn out great and let people see his glory.
Acts 15:18
"Known unto God are all his works from the beginning of the world."
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I'm A Good Person
I have a big hole in my arm. Hurrah!
I gave blood today, apparently saving three lives in the process, supposing that I don't have AIDS, Hep, or Malaria. Then I just wasted a morning jabbing a needle in my left arm and then eating cookies.
What am I saying? Cookies are never a waste.
Neither is cake.
(That was for Dad. The rest of you probably don't get it, and I really don't care.)
This morning, I went up to my freshman-now-sophomore, Emily, and said, "I may not be in class today!"
"Why?"
So, I quote the blood drive slogan. "I'm giving the gift of life!"
"Errr....is this a roundabout way of telling me that you're pregnant."
Note to self: Write letter to Red Cross telling them to rethink blood drive slogan.
So, anyway. My appointment was set for 8:45, but they told us to be there 15 minutes early. Why is this? So that we could wait and freak out longer.
Rachel and I decided to do our good deed at the same time, so we signed up for the same time slot. After vigorous questioning such as-
"Do you have [disease I can't pronounce which melts your brain]?"
Nope.
"Are you a prostitute?"
Not that I know of....
"Do you have AIDS?"
I really hope not.
Also, the nice lady informed me that if I fly through Ciudad del Este (butchering the name in the process) on my way to Paraguay, I should be wary because it's a Malaria danger zone.
Thank you, lady.
Rachel and I got out of there at around the same time, and were placed on the gurney things at about the same time at adjacent stations. This would have been nice, as we were in talking distance, but the music was blaring so I couldn't hear anything that far away.
It also struck me as ironic that they were blaring music in the library. Mr.Tuel looked about ready to have a coronary.
So, Rachel starts freaking out when they get ready to stick her, so she calls our Sr.Soc teacher, whom she's really close to, to come over and sit with her while they stick her. When they are getting ready to stick me, I feel a little queasy, and so the guy stops. I assure him that it's just nerves and that he should go ahead and just stick me. But no. He undoes the BP cuff and calls his supervisor.
"She's not pale, just nervous. Stick her."
See, I could have told you that? And you wouldn't have had to tack on those extra ten minutes to the hour and a half that I've been here.
So, he puts the iodine on my arm, and I think of one thing to tell him, which is not to tell me when he puts the needle in, because it will freak me out, which I am a little bit already. A girl from my Spanish class, Danielle, goes, "Rebecca, tell me about your Sr.Soc paper, and don't think about the needle." So she talked to me through the whole thing, even though she finished donating blood about two minutes into them draining my blood. It was really nice of her.
And I didn't pass out!
P.S. The needles are hugenormous.
Also, I have a cool lime green wrap bandaid. It adds to my outfit.
Even though we got stuck within seconds of each other, I got done with my donation about three minutes before Rachel. Because I have blood like the Flash and her's is wimpy. Anyway, I hung with her until she got done, and asked her how she was doing. "Great!", she says, marveling at the fact that she didn't pass out. And then she stands up. And immediately sits back down in the relaxation and snack corner. We ate some cookies and drank some Pepsi, and then Rachel, looking very pale, needed to go down the hall. The supervisor made sure that someone went with her, which was probably a good thing because the next time I saw her was coming in through the side door in a wheelchair being pushed by a nurse.
She apparently passed out on the way out of the restroom. So, they sat her back down, made her eat some chocolate, and she passed out again. After a few minutes, she insisted on going back to class, and the grudgingly let her, but only if someone went with her. We're in the same class, so I went. I went back and got her bookbag and stuff, which I'm pretty sure blew the "no-heavy-lifiting" rule out of the water, and then she went home, skipping out on her placement for the day, which is unfortunate as today is our last day in the placement. (See my tears? Really. I'm so sad to leave my middle schoolers....or something.) So, being the good friend that I am, I called our Teacher Academy teacher for her and dropped in on her mentor teacher to let them know that she wouldn't be in today.
As for me, I'm slightly woozy and was a little nauseous earlier, but overall, I'm okay. I have an audition at three o'clock for Pillow Talk and then a reception at Kent State for admitted students. Hooray!
And I didn't pass out.
I gave blood today, apparently saving three lives in the process, supposing that I don't have AIDS, Hep, or Malaria. Then I just wasted a morning jabbing a needle in my left arm and then eating cookies.
What am I saying? Cookies are never a waste.
Neither is cake.
(That was for Dad. The rest of you probably don't get it, and I really don't care.)
This morning, I went up to my freshman-now-sophomore, Emily, and said, "I may not be in class today!"
"Why?"
So, I quote the blood drive slogan. "I'm giving the gift of life!"
"Errr....is this a roundabout way of telling me that you're pregnant."
Note to self: Write letter to Red Cross telling them to rethink blood drive slogan.
So, anyway. My appointment was set for 8:45, but they told us to be there 15 minutes early. Why is this? So that we could wait and freak out longer.
Rachel and I decided to do our good deed at the same time, so we signed up for the same time slot. After vigorous questioning such as-
"Do you have [disease I can't pronounce which melts your brain]?"
Nope.
"Are you a prostitute?"
Not that I know of....
"Do you have AIDS?"
I really hope not.
Also, the nice lady informed me that if I fly through Ciudad del Este (butchering the name in the process) on my way to Paraguay, I should be wary because it's a Malaria danger zone.
Thank you, lady.
Rachel and I got out of there at around the same time, and were placed on the gurney things at about the same time at adjacent stations. This would have been nice, as we were in talking distance, but the music was blaring so I couldn't hear anything that far away.
It also struck me as ironic that they were blaring music in the library. Mr.Tuel looked about ready to have a coronary.
So, Rachel starts freaking out when they get ready to stick her, so she calls our Sr.Soc teacher, whom she's really close to, to come over and sit with her while they stick her. When they are getting ready to stick me, I feel a little queasy, and so the guy stops. I assure him that it's just nerves and that he should go ahead and just stick me. But no. He undoes the BP cuff and calls his supervisor.
"She's not pale, just nervous. Stick her."
See, I could have told you that? And you wouldn't have had to tack on those extra ten minutes to the hour and a half that I've been here.
So, he puts the iodine on my arm, and I think of one thing to tell him, which is not to tell me when he puts the needle in, because it will freak me out, which I am a little bit already. A girl from my Spanish class, Danielle, goes, "Rebecca, tell me about your Sr.Soc paper, and don't think about the needle." So she talked to me through the whole thing, even though she finished donating blood about two minutes into them draining my blood. It was really nice of her.
And I didn't pass out!
P.S. The needles are hugenormous.
Also, I have a cool lime green wrap bandaid. It adds to my outfit.
Even though we got stuck within seconds of each other, I got done with my donation about three minutes before Rachel. Because I have blood like the Flash and her's is wimpy. Anyway, I hung with her until she got done, and asked her how she was doing. "Great!", she says, marveling at the fact that she didn't pass out. And then she stands up. And immediately sits back down in the relaxation and snack corner. We ate some cookies and drank some Pepsi, and then Rachel, looking very pale, needed to go down the hall. The supervisor made sure that someone went with her, which was probably a good thing because the next time I saw her was coming in through the side door in a wheelchair being pushed by a nurse.
She apparently passed out on the way out of the restroom. So, they sat her back down, made her eat some chocolate, and she passed out again. After a few minutes, she insisted on going back to class, and the grudgingly let her, but only if someone went with her. We're in the same class, so I went. I went back and got her bookbag and stuff, which I'm pretty sure blew the "no-heavy-lifiting" rule out of the water, and then she went home, skipping out on her placement for the day, which is unfortunate as today is our last day in the placement. (See my tears? Really. I'm so sad to leave my middle schoolers....or something.) So, being the good friend that I am, I called our Teacher Academy teacher for her and dropped in on her mentor teacher to let them know that she wouldn't be in today.
As for me, I'm slightly woozy and was a little nauseous earlier, but overall, I'm okay. I have an audition at three o'clock for Pillow Talk and then a reception at Kent State for admitted students. Hooray!
And I didn't pass out.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
This is how rumors get started...
The word going around at school was that ten freshman and three seniors had been caught with drugs. However, the newspaper has just reported that nothing was found.
In other news, to add to this creepy day, in fifth period Spanish, a girl went down to the office to report a student bringing a gun to school. They were there all period. I'll let you know if I hear anything.
In additon to that, this morning there was a creepy man at the bus stop in a trench coat. I saw him as I got on the bus, and he just gave me the creeps. No sooner did I get on the bus, that a patrol car pulls up and two policemen get out, my bus driver gets out of the bus, and they talk to this guy. I don't know what happened in the end, because the patrol car pulled aside so that we could get to school, but still creepy.
Then, just now, something happened, that thanks to teacher confidentiality, I can't say yet, at the middle school. It will most likely make the news and if it does, then I'll say.
Pray for me, guys. Seriously. Today scares the crap out of me.
Not in Lockdown Anymore
They're saying that the reason that we were in lockdown this morning was because there was a drug bust on Friday. Word got around that there was a student dealing drugs in the school, and so they released the hounds.
Apparently afterwards, there was a crowd of policemen and a bunch of administrators in the home ec hallway, near the art room. There were also a few suspicious lockers in the freshman locker area of the cafeteria.
Apparently afterwards, there was a crowd of policemen and a bunch of administrators in the home ec hallway, near the art room. There were also a few suspicious lockers in the freshman locker area of the cafeteria.
Lockdown
I'm locked in the library at the moment. Mount Vernon High School is in lockdown to do drug searches with trained narcotic dogs. They're making us put our bookbags outside at the moment. More updates momentarily.
*8:56 AM*
Okay, librarians told us to line up the bags in a line in the library. That's nice. So apparently these dogs are coming in here. Dogs are coming in now. I have nothing to be scared of, but the whole thing creeps me out. The vice principal was just yelling at people to get into their classrooms. I love stupid people who use drugs. It's real nice of them to think of the rest of us.
*9:03 AM*
They just told us to take our bookbags out into the hallway. We went out through the emergency exit, dropped our bookbags off and came back into the library. I was less than thrilled about this because I had heard a bunch of barks a few seconds before that. Nice. Then some kid decided it would be a good idea to be a smart aleck to the head teacher conducting the search. "Mr.Frye, don't let them find my stuff, all right?" Way to be an idiot, dude. Not the time to make jokes.
*9:04 AM*
A kid didn't take his bookbag out to the hallway. That was fun. The library aide was calling for whoever left a bookbag, and nobody did. Mr.Frye flipped out. The kid took it out there. He had earphones in, so he didn't hear them. Good job. I should mention that I feel very CNN-esque at the moment. Breaking news and all. Also, like a little bit of a drama queen. Which I am. Watching out the library window for these dogs, even sure I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what they look like.
*9:13 AM*
Did I mention that we're not allowed out of our seats? Guess I'm not shelfing the bazillion books on the cart after the long weekend today.
*9:14 AM*
Dogs just went crazy outside the library in what sounds like the cafeteria. That means there's something in either one of the freshman lockers or in one of the bags from the library. Or from home ec, which wouldn't really surprise me. The bell's going to ring in two minutes, but my guess is that we aren't going anywhere. We've been officially in lockdown since 8:51. They gave a 7-minute grace period for anyone with narcotics to come forward.
*9:17 AM*
More loud barking. I'm pretty much certain they're in the cafeteria. There are coverings over the windows to the cafeteria, so unfortunately I can't see what's going on.
*9:20 AM*
More barking. I'm emailing with my dad, which I'm pretty sure isn't allowed. He says "Good times!" Not so much, actually. I officially have the heebiejeebies.
*9:22 AM*
The library volunteer made some donuts, which I said I was going to try after I shelved books. Darn it. I should have stayed in the office. There's a computer there, too. And donuts.
*9:25 AM*
Principal on overhead-"Teachers, I realize this is taking most of the period, but please hold onto your students even if the bell rings. We will inform you when you need to release them." So, the bell rings, and smart-aleck boy decides to get up and mess with the emergency exit and pretend to leave. The library volunteer went after him so fast, it wasn't funny. Actually, I laughed a little. She went off on him. He deserved it.
*9:26 AM*
We can get our bookbags and go. That's nice.
*8:56 AM*
Okay, librarians told us to line up the bags in a line in the library. That's nice. So apparently these dogs are coming in here. Dogs are coming in now. I have nothing to be scared of, but the whole thing creeps me out. The vice principal was just yelling at people to get into their classrooms. I love stupid people who use drugs. It's real nice of them to think of the rest of us.
*9:03 AM*
They just told us to take our bookbags out into the hallway. We went out through the emergency exit, dropped our bookbags off and came back into the library. I was less than thrilled about this because I had heard a bunch of barks a few seconds before that. Nice. Then some kid decided it would be a good idea to be a smart aleck to the head teacher conducting the search. "Mr.Frye, don't let them find my stuff, all right?" Way to be an idiot, dude. Not the time to make jokes.
*9:04 AM*
A kid didn't take his bookbag out to the hallway. That was fun. The library aide was calling for whoever left a bookbag, and nobody did. Mr.Frye flipped out. The kid took it out there. He had earphones in, so he didn't hear them. Good job. I should mention that I feel very CNN-esque at the moment. Breaking news and all. Also, like a little bit of a drama queen. Which I am. Watching out the library window for these dogs, even sure I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what they look like.
*9:13 AM*
Did I mention that we're not allowed out of our seats? Guess I'm not shelfing the bazillion books on the cart after the long weekend today.
*9:14 AM*
Dogs just went crazy outside the library in what sounds like the cafeteria. That means there's something in either one of the freshman lockers or in one of the bags from the library. Or from home ec, which wouldn't really surprise me. The bell's going to ring in two minutes, but my guess is that we aren't going anywhere. We've been officially in lockdown since 8:51. They gave a 7-minute grace period for anyone with narcotics to come forward.
*9:17 AM*
More loud barking. I'm pretty much certain they're in the cafeteria. There are coverings over the windows to the cafeteria, so unfortunately I can't see what's going on.
*9:20 AM*
More barking. I'm emailing with my dad, which I'm pretty sure isn't allowed. He says "Good times!" Not so much, actually. I officially have the heebiejeebies.
*9:22 AM*
The library volunteer made some donuts, which I said I was going to try after I shelved books. Darn it. I should have stayed in the office. There's a computer there, too. And donuts.
*9:25 AM*
Principal on overhead-"Teachers, I realize this is taking most of the period, but please hold onto your students even if the bell rings. We will inform you when you need to release them." So, the bell rings, and smart-aleck boy decides to get up and mess with the emergency exit and pretend to leave. The library volunteer went after him so fast, it wasn't funny. Actually, I laughed a little. She went off on him. He deserved it.
*9:26 AM*
We can get our bookbags and go. That's nice.
Monday, February 23, 2009
What's In A Name? Oh yeah, A LOT!
I have a weird, contradictory pet peeve. It's about my name. Until I was in second grade, I went by the name Becky everywhere. Pretty much, if you met me before I was in second grade, you know me as Becky. If you know me from a church function, like camp, church, quizzing, or through a friend from church, you know me as Becky. Near the end of second grade, I was talking to the principal at my school, because he was good friends with my Grandma Ryan, as was most anyone in the city school system at that time, and he goes, "I was thinking the other day, does she go by Becky or Rebecca? I know you as Becky because of your grandma, but what do you go by?"
Well, Mr.Truman never stopped calling me Becky, but the next year, when I got to third grade, they went around and asked what we went by, when they called "Rebecca", I didn't correct them, and my name has had an extra syllable ever since, and anyone who dared call me Becky who did not know me before I went by my full name was sentenced to death. I go by Becca to my good friends at school, but not Becky. It drives me insane when people at school call me Becky.
Then entered the world of social networking. And people who kinda, sorta knew me at camp who would add me would start calling me Rebecca. That I didn't mind so much. I don't care so much when new people call me that. The thing that bugs me is when people who have known me since I was little call me Rebecca.
Case in point, I added the parents of one of my friends from quizzing this past month on Facebook. They haven't really seen me on a regular basis since I was 12 and quit quizzing. So, I added them on Facebook, and there, because that originally started as a school-only networking page, I am listed as Rebecca. So, they now call me Rebecca. And it makes me want to scream.
I don't know why, it just grates on my nerves to get messages like, "Hey, Rebecca" from people who have known me since I was Becky. But there's no way that I am going to put Becky as my name on Facebook, MySpace, or even Everyone's Apostolic, because that would drive me insane and the people from school would either call me Becky or laugh in my face.
Am I alone in this? Does anyone else have name issues? What do I do?
Well, Mr.Truman never stopped calling me Becky, but the next year, when I got to third grade, they went around and asked what we went by, when they called "Rebecca", I didn't correct them, and my name has had an extra syllable ever since, and anyone who dared call me Becky who did not know me before I went by my full name was sentenced to death. I go by Becca to my good friends at school, but not Becky. It drives me insane when people at school call me Becky.
Then entered the world of social networking. And people who kinda, sorta knew me at camp who would add me would start calling me Rebecca. That I didn't mind so much. I don't care so much when new people call me that. The thing that bugs me is when people who have known me since I was little call me Rebecca.
Case in point, I added the parents of one of my friends from quizzing this past month on Facebook. They haven't really seen me on a regular basis since I was 12 and quit quizzing. So, I added them on Facebook, and there, because that originally started as a school-only networking page, I am listed as Rebecca. So, they now call me Rebecca. And it makes me want to scream.
I don't know why, it just grates on my nerves to get messages like, "Hey, Rebecca" from people who have known me since I was Becky. But there's no way that I am going to put Becky as my name on Facebook, MySpace, or even Everyone's Apostolic, because that would drive me insane and the people from school would either call me Becky or laugh in my face.
Am I alone in this? Does anyone else have name issues? What do I do?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Educational FAIL
Yet one more reason why I hate Business Law. As if I needed another one-
Class,
I still have 3 students who have not turned in their "Reflective Thinking 3" assignment. Please note from our syllabus: ANY late assignments will automatically be penalized 10%. No assignment will be accepted more than one week late. Special Note: Management/Leadership projects will not be accepted past the due date.
As a result I will except them on Wednesday with the 10% reduction. However, after Wednesday they will NOT be accepted. These are worth 50 points each so it is important they are turned in for at least partial credit.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Too Sweet
I got a note from one of the girls that I used to babysit tonight, who is now babysitting kids on her own.
Excuse me as I go blow my nose from the sniffles that made me get.
"Yup!!! I ♥ babysittin'. I think u rubbed off on me how fun babysitting can be.....Thanks for rubbing off on me Becky!"
Excuse me as I go blow my nose from the sniffles that made me get.
Friday, February 13, 2009
How Much Would Jesus Spend?
I'm not usually a political blogger, but I was entering some magazines into the school library system today, and this quote in Newsweek by a Republican senator about the nearly trillion dollar stimulus billwas just too much to pass up.
I was already pretty much against this stupid stimulus bill. After putting that in perspective, it's just ridiculous.
"If you spent a million dollars every day since Jesus was born, you still wouldn't have spent a trillion dollars."
I was already pretty much against this stupid stimulus bill. After putting that in perspective, it's just ridiculous.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Oh the irony....
Here's my contribution to the holiday that I hate the most on earth-
A big box from ProFlowers came in the mail today, so Dad goes, "Hey, what do I do with these?"
So, I cut them, put the water in, and the plant food, and arranged them. It's no celebrity bridal spray, but for my first try, I thought it was pretty darn good. Especially considering that I did it through a haze of bitterness and despair.
The colors are really pretty, though.
Happy Hannukah- Day 4
I don't even have anything meaningful to say. That's how much I hate this holiday.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Anti-Valentine's Week- Day 2
Friday is the youth Valentine's Day party, which everyone seems to insist I should go to, even though I make it clear every year that I hate Valentine's Day. So, I said that no, I really didn't want to go, and the response I got was, "Well, nobody's going to have a date, Becky."
I wanted to scream. Partially, because this felt like a huge slam referring to last year's Valentine's Day friend-date fiasco. Also, because it is generally assumed that the only reason I hate Valentine's Day is because I am single. Granted, that is a huge part of it, but I am pretty sure that I am never going to like a holiday whose mascot is a fat, naked man with wings, who flutters about, shooting innocent bystanders with arrows. The holiday is a large devotion to all things pink and frilly and fluffy and girly. I am not pink and frilly and fluffy. Ask my Aunt Julie. She's tried to convince me otherwise.
And yeah, I do hate that I'm single on Valentine's Day all the time. Also, that the only relationship that I ever had ended on the day of the Valentine's banquet. Over email. And then started up again a month later, but that's another story. Yes, I am bitter, and I do hate the holiday because it is a chance for people to do one of two things.
1.) They throw the relationshipiness around and it smacks me in the face and they don't notice.
2.) They keep telling me that "I'll find someone eventually".
It's not like I think everyone should stop Valentine's Day because I hate it, or a bunch of people hate it. I just think that if we make it clear that we hate the holiday, you should let it go and not try to assume that it's because we're single and tell us that it's not a big deal.
Because I know that the last thing I want this week is to be reminded that I'm single. Seriously. I get reminded every other day of the year that a friend calls and asks me to help her pick out colors or that she's moved her wedding or that her boyfriend did something sweet. I just want a one week break.
5 Reasons to Love Patrick Jane
This made me laugh hysterically, which is not necessarily a good thing, as I am on day two of being sick, and the hysterical laughter sent me into a fit of bily coughing. Yeah. It's not pretty. But Patrick Jane is!
Oh yeah, work that vest, Patrick. *starts hacking*
Oh yeah, work that vest, Patrick. *starts hacking*
Monday, February 9, 2009
Anti-Valentine's 2009
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Well, that's a bit scary.....
I think this may be the most accurate thing on earth. Creepy.
October 2, 1990
Lucky Color: Mustard
Personality Strengths: Sensuality, Compassion
Personality Weakness(es): Impulsiveness
Successful Career Path: Fashion
Sense of Humor Style: Sarcastic
Adjectives to Describe You: courageous, enterprising
Description:
A hip non-conformist who truly stands for his/her beliefs - you are out to make a difference in this world, and you have a realistic chance of success. You have always been self-driven and derive your inspiration from those close to you. Ambitious - and why shouldn't you be - the sky is the limit for you!
October 2, 1990
Lucky Color: Mustard
Personality Strengths: Sensuality, Compassion
Personality Weakness(es): Impulsiveness
Successful Career Path: Fashion
Sense of Humor Style: Sarcastic
Adjectives to Describe You: courageous, enterprising
Description:
A hip non-conformist who truly stands for his/her beliefs - you are out to make a difference in this world, and you have a realistic chance of success. You have always been self-driven and derive your inspiration from those close to you. Ambitious - and why shouldn't you be - the sky is the limit for you!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Why Webcams Are Not Conducive To Learning...
Note A: If my teacher sees this, oops. And....well, I'm kind of sorry. But not really. We are teenagers and we do, in fact know how to use laptops. Even if you must look at the user manual. Constantly.
Note B: Look at me, throwing around words like conducive!
We got our laptops for Teacher Academy. I honestly do not know why she even bothered at this point. We have three weeks left in this placement and one four-week placement left, so it's really not going to do much. But, she did.
So, these laptops are amazing, but I didn't take a picture, so I will later.
And they have webcams!
However, she shouldn't have told us how to use them until after she was done. Because this is what happens when you do boring lectures...
So, our assignment tonight was to make her a video. I watched Michael tonight, so this is what we did, after discovering there was a voice converter with it containing the "Munchkin" setting-
Thursday, February 5, 2009
It's okay, people....
You can sleep peacefully tonight....
I have found my missing C.O. Bigelow $7 Ultra Shine Mentha Lip Gloss.
I'm sure you all cared. That is all.
I have found my missing C.O. Bigelow $7 Ultra Shine Mentha Lip Gloss.
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I promise, I'm not trying to slack on the blogging. I have started two blogs, then got busy and didn't finish either of them. This week has been crazy.
On Monday afternoon, the mother of one of my classmates was in a fatal accident on her way home from doing some errands. She pulled into an intersection and her car was hit by a truck pulling a fifth-wheel. I've gone to school with her son since middle school, the family goes to the other Apostolic church in town, and her daughter is in the class that Rachel is student teaching at the middle school. The entire faculty and senior class was extremely shaken up by this whole thing. One girl lost her mother this summer and was a wreck on Tuesday when she heard. Rachel is upset because it brings back memories from her dad's death ten years ago. Most of us are just sad because one of our classmates and friends is hurting and will have to walk across the platform in June to receive his diploma, without one of the most important people to him cheering him on in the stands. It's heartbreaking, really. Please pray for that family. They really do need it.
On a lighter note, I have now raised $500, in contributions from churches. I got two checks in the mail yesterday. Sis.Potter filled me in on her scheme. She's cleared it with all involved, and at our craft fair in March, the proceeds from the silent auction for Easter baskets will go to my trip. I will be manning the booth and playing my DVD for the school on a loop. I'm thrilled. And a little weirded out.
I'm on the computer at school, waiting for the book club meeting to start, which it was supposed to about three minutes ago. I have a handbag meme that I need to fill out (good lord help us), so I'll come back later and do that.
In the meantime, you stay classy, XOXO Gossip Girl, and a variety of other cliched exit lines from TV and movies.
On Monday afternoon, the mother of one of my classmates was in a fatal accident on her way home from doing some errands. She pulled into an intersection and her car was hit by a truck pulling a fifth-wheel. I've gone to school with her son since middle school, the family goes to the other Apostolic church in town, and her daughter is in the class that Rachel is student teaching at the middle school. The entire faculty and senior class was extremely shaken up by this whole thing. One girl lost her mother this summer and was a wreck on Tuesday when she heard. Rachel is upset because it brings back memories from her dad's death ten years ago. Most of us are just sad because one of our classmates and friends is hurting and will have to walk across the platform in June to receive his diploma, without one of the most important people to him cheering him on in the stands. It's heartbreaking, really. Please pray for that family. They really do need it.
On a lighter note, I have now raised $500, in contributions from churches. I got two checks in the mail yesterday. Sis.Potter filled me in on her scheme. She's cleared it with all involved, and at our craft fair in March, the proceeds from the silent auction for Easter baskets will go to my trip. I will be manning the booth and playing my DVD for the school on a loop. I'm thrilled. And a little weirded out.
I'm on the computer at school, waiting for the book club meeting to start, which it was supposed to about three minutes ago. I have a handbag meme that I need to fill out (good lord help us), so I'll come back later and do that.
In the meantime, you stay classy, XOXO Gossip Girl, and a variety of other cliched exit lines from TV and movies.
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