Patrick is leaving tomorrow morning...at 6. I don't want him to go. It's been amazing having him here with us, I didn't realize that I'd missed him so much.
Grandma and mom were both tearing up over at gran and gramps house celebrating his birthday when we got ready to leave. It was hard not to cry myself... 700+ miles is a really long way away. But, he'll be back. And in less than two short years I'll be moving out too, which is a bit of a scary thought, yeah? I think I'm just going to move into town first, but I want to go to PA soon. I want to move in with Carolyn and live as roomies for awhile. Don't you think it would be fun to live with your best friend?I reckon so. Thus the plans.
I wonder what kind of designs I'll do in my house/apartment/whatever... Like if I'll stick with my bright colors kick, or if I'll sink into bright nuetrals with bold accents or...insert variations here, I guess. I think that it'll be a mix. Like, soft walls but one of them be a dark purple or tangerine or somefink, and modern furniture. And it'll all be very airy and open. And on a street name, dammit.
Of course, all this will take money. And lots of it. Which will require a full time job, which will in turn hopefully leave me with enough time to accomplish the things I want to do.
Sometimes I wonder what kind of a social life I'll have. I mean, with my current level of social output, it'll prolly be dead before it even has time to smell the air...but I hope that it'll be better than that. Like, I need to make some friends here in a bad way. Maybe I'll meet someone in my photography class. Heh. Someone handsome and kind and funny who'll put up with my dingbatedness and who'll hold my hand and actually understand who I am. Heh. Hehe. Somehow I doubt that someone like that would like someone like me. But hey...a girl can dream. Right?
Plus I sort of have someone in mind, but the kabosh has been put on it already. Sigh.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Ahhh, I don't wanna do it.
Does anybody know how to use power point? Apparently I have to use it to set up my final presentation for psychology, and then I have to talk. D:
I think I want to skip it...seriously. I hate hate HATE talking in front of class.
And I have no idea how to put together a presentation. That could theoretically pose some problems.
But I suppose I'm talking myself out of it. It's only two minutes of my life. >.>
See, I'm supposed to summarize my term paper and I *can* use power point, but I wonder if I have to...hmm.
Well.
That's all.
The main point of this post was to test out my new blogging app on my phone :P
I think I want to skip it...seriously. I hate hate HATE talking in front of class.
And I have no idea how to put together a presentation. That could theoretically pose some problems.
But I suppose I'm talking myself out of it. It's only two minutes of my life. >.>
See, I'm supposed to summarize my term paper and I *can* use power point, but I wonder if I have to...hmm.
Well.
That's all.
The main point of this post was to test out my new blogging app on my phone :P
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Speaking out at last.
and boy, does it feel good. Goodbye to the bottling it in, goodbye to the I'm-not-going-to-say-anything-because-i-don't-want-to-offend-anyone, adios amigos.
I am making a resolution, right here, and right now. I am going to say something to the person abusing her kids for not sitting still, the person that yells at their spouse for something they did or did not do, and the completely unreasonable touchy as an open wound can't-do-any-right person.
I'm going to tell them that I think what they did/said is completely unreasonable, and fuck yes am I going to reprimand them for it.
Because sometimes, I guess, people just don't realize when they make complete asses out of themselves.
and they need to. Especially if human civilization wants any chance whatsoever to continue.
So here I am, America! keep your morals close at hand, and put your head between your legs and kiss your pride away.
on the other hand, I'm going to start complementing people on good things. Like saying "I love you" to their family every day, or holding the door open for someone, or fixing dinner every single night without fail, or being kind to the this and the next person, or for being environmentally conscious, or for tons of other stuff. I feel if I'm going to start speaking out, I at least need to make it a level playing field for all sorts of speeches, shall we say.
and last but not least. I wrote a poem. Shocker. It deals with the stigma that being teenage with dyed hair and a lip ring brings about.
here we are :)
Oh me, oh my, what have we here?
A hit of pot, a case of beer?
But from who did it come from?
That of the old, that of the young?
People assume 'tis that of the teens,
As we are the ones who like to be seen.
But unhealthy behavior and horrible habits,
More often than not, belong to the rabbit.
The 'rabbit' of course, refers to the old,
That malleable people, so ready to mold,
Into the frame of society now,
Of smoking and drinking and eating bad chow.
So what is this stigma and why is it there?
Because of face piercings, black nails, and dyed hair?
Or perhaps the old just need someone to blame,
So they looked all around and saw the wild; untamed.
They pointed their finger and squinted their eye,
They dissed our appearance and shivered at dye.
They looked at the outside and assumed by the by,
We're rebellious, we drink, and then go get high.
now. I'm not particularly satisfied with the ending line. It's just kind of...bleh. and the beat is off.
but it's what I've got, so..
yeah.
g'night.
I am making a resolution, right here, and right now. I am going to say something to the person abusing her kids for not sitting still, the person that yells at their spouse for something they did or did not do, and the completely unreasonable touchy as an open wound can't-do-any-right person.
I'm going to tell them that I think what they did/said is completely unreasonable, and fuck yes am I going to reprimand them for it.
Because sometimes, I guess, people just don't realize when they make complete asses out of themselves.
and they need to. Especially if human civilization wants any chance whatsoever to continue.
So here I am, America! keep your morals close at hand, and put your head between your legs and kiss your pride away.
on the other hand, I'm going to start complementing people on good things. Like saying "I love you" to their family every day, or holding the door open for someone, or fixing dinner every single night without fail, or being kind to the this and the next person, or for being environmentally conscious, or for tons of other stuff. I feel if I'm going to start speaking out, I at least need to make it a level playing field for all sorts of speeches, shall we say.
and last but not least. I wrote a poem. Shocker. It deals with the stigma that being teenage with dyed hair and a lip ring brings about.
here we are :)
Oh me, oh my, what have we here?
A hit of pot, a case of beer?
But from who did it come from?
That of the old, that of the young?
People assume 'tis that of the teens,
As we are the ones who like to be seen.
But unhealthy behavior and horrible habits,
More often than not, belong to the rabbit.
The 'rabbit' of course, refers to the old,
That malleable people, so ready to mold,
Into the frame of society now,
Of smoking and drinking and eating bad chow.
So what is this stigma and why is it there?
Because of face piercings, black nails, and dyed hair?
Or perhaps the old just need someone to blame,
So they looked all around and saw the wild; untamed.
They pointed their finger and squinted their eye,
They dissed our appearance and shivered at dye.
They looked at the outside and assumed by the by,
We're rebellious, we drink, and then go get high.
now. I'm not particularly satisfied with the ending line. It's just kind of...bleh. and the beat is off.
but it's what I've got, so..
yeah.
g'night.
Friday, July 17, 2009
wiki love
Wikipedia is god. That's all I'm saying.
today, I got the notion into my head to find out what the commonality is called between humans and the rest of the animals in the world. Like, the scientific term for it. After reading a lovely long article about what makes a mammal a mammal, I found that all animals are connected by a 'kingdom' which in our case is 'Animalia'. And then! If you are a mammal, then you are connected to us homo sapiens by way of your class, which is 'Mammalia'. Then it gets into different orders and families and species and sub-species, and a bunch of other stuff I can't even pronounce, let alone understand.
but what a lovely way to spend a few hours, yes?
and the other day I was researching directions, and why they are named what they are, and stumbled upon another amazing article entitled 'Cardinal Directions'
I mean, really! All the information one could want, neatly supplied in one website, and written by normal people! You don't have to be a scientist! It's like the ultimate unschooling info site, ever.
well maybe not. imho, shall we say.
in other news, my ears are TEH SPARKLEH. I got them drilled through with wee metal studs by a guy I've never met. Aren't humans wonderfully insane?
no, seriously though. My ears now have earrings embedded in them. For six weeks. And I'm not allowed to touch/play with them, except to keep them clean. I may die.
in other other news, I'm going to a play tonight! a musical, technically, but it's going to be awesome. It's called the 'Totally Awesome 80's Revue'. Mom's thrilled to be going. (she hates 80's music). It's going to be put on by the Jump Company. I once wanted to do that, but I had a few disagreements with the set up of it. For example. it costs like $50 a year to participate, and I'm not even guaranteed a part, AND it said on the website that you HAD TO BE enrolled in a grade. I emailed them and railed a bit about how they are being segregational towards home/free schoolers, because some of us free thinking folk don't put much salt in a grade, and thus don't keep track of them. I also said that it was ridiculous that a grade level instead of an age should matter. AND I told them right out that I preferred being homeschooled, and I don't feel that I would benefit from being subjected to eight hours of 'canned education', so if they wanted to keep their company solely to people who keep track of grades, then WHATEV. (that was paraphrased incorrectly, btw).
well, turns out my wee little rant made it all the way to the president of Jump Co., because that is who emailed me back. He explained why they charge per year, which I understand. Then he told me that they use the term grade instead of age because that's what most people use, and that they don't exclude homeschoolers. He said that the passion in my email was indicative of a great actress hidden in me, and he hopes that I become a part of their company.
yes. I was flattered, so sue me.
I never did join up, because soon after that, my acting zest sort of kicked the bucket. it was a bucket of water, which also dowsed my desire to really do anything performance-wise, besides be a lead singer of a band, and to sing in general..
I still wonder if the president actually responded personally, or if they just stuck that name on there to make it look more important.
and in all other news, whatever.
I need to sign up for my college classes. I'm going to be taking seven credit hours this term, so that should be cool. I'm taking japanese and psychology, which is kick-ass.
I've found that I have the most deep seated satisfaction when I am in a 'structured' learning enviroment, like college, or when I'm in belly dance or voice. I enjoy taking lessons. But I do think that if I had gone through public school, it would have killed that love of learning, because of the redundancy. In college, they tell you whatever they want you to know once, and expect you to get it. and in public school, they tell it to you twelve thousand times, test you on it, then cram other useless facts engineered only for regurgitation in your head.
so, does that make me an intellectual? or just someone who loves to learn, I guess.
anywhoo.
I can write in greek letters. not actually *in* greek words, but hey. I've memorized the greek alphabet. yay!
and now I must be off. to work, seeing as I'm there (or is it here?) right now.
I will give you a philosophical dilemma before I take my leave.
Is a human an animal? Not in a scientific sense, but in a consciousness sense. Is your brother the same as the neighborhood stray cat? If so, why do you place a higher value on him?
think on that over your daily porridge.
I lift my bowler to you if you have an answer you can live by.
ta-dizzles.
today, I got the notion into my head to find out what the commonality is called between humans and the rest of the animals in the world. Like, the scientific term for it. After reading a lovely long article about what makes a mammal a mammal, I found that all animals are connected by a 'kingdom' which in our case is 'Animalia'. And then! If you are a mammal, then you are connected to us homo sapiens by way of your class, which is 'Mammalia'. Then it gets into different orders and families and species and sub-species, and a bunch of other stuff I can't even pronounce, let alone understand.
but what a lovely way to spend a few hours, yes?
and the other day I was researching directions, and why they are named what they are, and stumbled upon another amazing article entitled 'Cardinal Directions'
I mean, really! All the information one could want, neatly supplied in one website, and written by normal people! You don't have to be a scientist! It's like the ultimate unschooling info site, ever.
well maybe not. imho, shall we say.
in other news, my ears are TEH SPARKLEH. I got them drilled through with wee metal studs by a guy I've never met. Aren't humans wonderfully insane?
no, seriously though. My ears now have earrings embedded in them. For six weeks. And I'm not allowed to touch/play with them, except to keep them clean. I may die.
in other other news, I'm going to a play tonight! a musical, technically, but it's going to be awesome. It's called the 'Totally Awesome 80's Revue'. Mom's thrilled to be going. (she hates 80's music). It's going to be put on by the Jump Company. I once wanted to do that, but I had a few disagreements with the set up of it. For example. it costs like $50 a year to participate, and I'm not even guaranteed a part, AND it said on the website that you HAD TO BE enrolled in a grade. I emailed them and railed a bit about how they are being segregational towards home/free schoolers, because some of us free thinking folk don't put much salt in a grade, and thus don't keep track of them. I also said that it was ridiculous that a grade level instead of an age should matter. AND I told them right out that I preferred being homeschooled, and I don't feel that I would benefit from being subjected to eight hours of 'canned education', so if they wanted to keep their company solely to people who keep track of grades, then WHATEV. (that was paraphrased incorrectly, btw).
well, turns out my wee little rant made it all the way to the president of Jump Co., because that is who emailed me back. He explained why they charge per year, which I understand. Then he told me that they use the term grade instead of age because that's what most people use, and that they don't exclude homeschoolers. He said that the passion in my email was indicative of a great actress hidden in me, and he hopes that I become a part of their company.
yes. I was flattered, so sue me.
I never did join up, because soon after that, my acting zest sort of kicked the bucket. it was a bucket of water, which also dowsed my desire to really do anything performance-wise, besides be a lead singer of a band, and to sing in general..
I still wonder if the president actually responded personally, or if they just stuck that name on there to make it look more important.
and in all other news, whatever.
I need to sign up for my college classes. I'm going to be taking seven credit hours this term, so that should be cool. I'm taking japanese and psychology, which is kick-ass.
I've found that I have the most deep seated satisfaction when I am in a 'structured' learning enviroment, like college, or when I'm in belly dance or voice. I enjoy taking lessons. But I do think that if I had gone through public school, it would have killed that love of learning, because of the redundancy. In college, they tell you whatever they want you to know once, and expect you to get it. and in public school, they tell it to you twelve thousand times, test you on it, then cram other useless facts engineered only for regurgitation in your head.
so, does that make me an intellectual? or just someone who loves to learn, I guess.
anywhoo.
I can write in greek letters. not actually *in* greek words, but hey. I've memorized the greek alphabet. yay!
and now I must be off. to work, seeing as I'm there (or is it here?) right now.
I will give you a philosophical dilemma before I take my leave.
Is a human an animal? Not in a scientific sense, but in a consciousness sense. Is your brother the same as the neighborhood stray cat? If so, why do you place a higher value on him?
think on that over your daily porridge.
I lift my bowler to you if you have an answer you can live by.
ta-dizzles.
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