I took a nap this weekend after having slept in until 12:30 or so. Oh it was nice, thanks for asking! As i slipped away into my slumber my dream turned into a hair-raising nightmare. You know dreams are bad when they are circus or carnival themed! Lucky me it was all of the above. (Please wait to use your Freudian Powers to analyze this when you're finished reading.)
I wish there was some variety as to what kind of people were in my dream but sorry to say, there were the typical clowns, lost crying child holding an ice cream and a balloon, fortune teller lady with a fake towel on her head and a ring leader.
The characters themselves may have varied.
I began walking over a grassy hill, thinking the grass would be greener on the other side. No, not really; it wasn't. I bought my "tickets" which was two strips of bacon stamped with pig faces. I first walked to a dart board. The fat man with a mustache handed me six darts. I took my aim at the typical water balloons. With each throw the fat man got skinnier and younger. (Not better looking) The water balloons were filled with fetuses. Scary right? Tell me about.
Moving on! I went to the fortune teller. This was not the typical bony, skin heavy, raspy speaking creepy lady. No this was a homosexual body builder stature guy. He was wearing a backward baseball cap with a tiny tank top. He told me that by time i wanted to or was able to get married there weren't going to be any diamonds left for my ring.
Then I went on a ride. Usually I am all game for carni rides! The scarier the better. Except for one ride. The ride where you're spinning in a circle and the bucket you're sitting in is also spinning in a separate circle. After I got off this ride people were walking normal but their heads were spinning in circles. Round and round their body.
I finally woke up from this scary, weird, random, illogical dream. I'm watching what i eat from now on and contemplating about testing the water of La Grande.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Smart Weekend
After a long week of classes, work, maintaining one's health and dealing with unruly people, one is very much looking forward to a relaxing and a care free weekend. I know I was! Little did i know that this weekend was a weekend that brought up many overlooked questions and answered a few with logical responses or excuses. Not that i haven't thought of such things before, I have. The difference is that by some swarming effect, all of these Q and As came in one blissful weekend.
To start, salsa, like ketchup, can go with any food and every food (within stomach preferences). I love salsa and the spicier the better. The house was out of chips and I didn't have anything to mix with the salsa, but I really wanted salsa!!! Luckily I found japanese potato chips (taste no different than American potato chips just shaped differently).
Now, imagine the advertising market for japanese chips and salsa... who would be the spokesperson? A japanese fella in a sombrero? Or a hispanic eating with chop sticks?
Next realization was by accident. If you do not live with me you may not know that I sing or hum with the radio when cooking. I started bee boppin and buzzing my lips when the hissing sound came over me. Just then that thought was randomly linked to people who have a problem with lisping. Sorry if you do, I'm not making fun of you but realizing your dilema. Who invented the word 'lisp'? and why the hell would that person be so cruel to add the letter 'S' in that word? That's just sssssick!
I came upon other revolutionary discoveries such as too much butter in Macaroni and Cheese is a bad thing. Makes the texture feel like you're literally eating a stick of butter.
I realized that smiling at people out of pure kindness results in funny looks from those who you smile at. So don't be kind and smile. Fight your urge to smile at those who are either already cranky and really need a smile or a glimpse of warmth.
The wind is a determining factor in my jogging routine. I aimlessly jog for the heck of it on the weekends when i can (a healthier form of procrastination really). This weekend was so squally I felt like I was jogging in a wind tunnel with a parachute behind me. Needless to say my jog did not last more than a half hour and only for one day.
I thought drunken people were miserable to hang out with but I stood corrected when i met a high and drunk person. He was a winner! Unstable, unbalanced, no motor skills, none of the five senses were of his benefit... yes this was a real person and no i am not referring to a vegetable, even though it may sound to close to call.
There's no such thing as too many chick flicks! Even on a day when one is feeling up to par and like no one or nothing can tear them down, there's always a chick flick. Mine i have seen many times over and over (i secretly have frequent chick flick marathons. Next week's theme is Matthew McConaughey) I never get tired of them.
The worst noise on the weekend is an alarm clock that i forgot to turn to silent. It's just peachy waking up on my day to sleep in to the ear drum destroying 'BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP'... Lucky me!
Now that I feel smarter from my weekend i am privileged to go to classes, the doctors, work outs and study like a dedicated student i wish i was.
To start, salsa, like ketchup, can go with any food and every food (within stomach preferences). I love salsa and the spicier the better. The house was out of chips and I didn't have anything to mix with the salsa, but I really wanted salsa!!! Luckily I found japanese potato chips (taste no different than American potato chips just shaped differently).
Now, imagine the advertising market for japanese chips and salsa... who would be the spokesperson? A japanese fella in a sombrero? Or a hispanic eating with chop sticks?
Next realization was by accident. If you do not live with me you may not know that I sing or hum with the radio when cooking. I started bee boppin and buzzing my lips when the hissing sound came over me. Just then that thought was randomly linked to people who have a problem with lisping. Sorry if you do, I'm not making fun of you but realizing your dilema. Who invented the word 'lisp'? and why the hell would that person be so cruel to add the letter 'S' in that word? That's just sssssick!
I came upon other revolutionary discoveries such as too much butter in Macaroni and Cheese is a bad thing. Makes the texture feel like you're literally eating a stick of butter.
I realized that smiling at people out of pure kindness results in funny looks from those who you smile at. So don't be kind and smile. Fight your urge to smile at those who are either already cranky and really need a smile or a glimpse of warmth.
The wind is a determining factor in my jogging routine. I aimlessly jog for the heck of it on the weekends when i can (a healthier form of procrastination really). This weekend was so squally I felt like I was jogging in a wind tunnel with a parachute behind me. Needless to say my jog did not last more than a half hour and only for one day.
I thought drunken people were miserable to hang out with but I stood corrected when i met a high and drunk person. He was a winner! Unstable, unbalanced, no motor skills, none of the five senses were of his benefit... yes this was a real person and no i am not referring to a vegetable, even though it may sound to close to call.
There's no such thing as too many chick flicks! Even on a day when one is feeling up to par and like no one or nothing can tear them down, there's always a chick flick. Mine i have seen many times over and over (i secretly have frequent chick flick marathons. Next week's theme is Matthew McConaughey) I never get tired of them.
The worst noise on the weekend is an alarm clock that i forgot to turn to silent. It's just peachy waking up on my day to sleep in to the ear drum destroying 'BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP'... Lucky me!
Now that I feel smarter from my weekend i am privileged to go to classes, the doctors, work outs and study like a dedicated student i wish i was.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Weekend of new discoveries
After a long week of classes, work, maintaining one's health and dealing with unruly people, one is very much looking forward to a relaxing and a care free weekend. I know I was! Little did i know that this weekend was a weekend that brought up many overlooked questions and answered a few with logical responses or excuses. Not that i haven't thought of such things before, I have. The difference is that by some swarming effect, all of these Q and As came in one blissful weekend.
To start, salsa, like ketchup, can go with any food and every food (within stomach preferences). I love salsa and the spicier the better. The house was out of chips and I didn't have anything to mix with the salsa, but I really wanted salsa!!! Luckily I found japanese potato chips (taste no different than American potato chips just shaped differently).
Now, imagine the advertising market for japanese chips and salsa... who would be the spokesperson? A japanese fella in a sombrero? Or a hispanic eating with chop sticks?
Next realization was by accident. If you do not live with me you may not know that I sing or hum with the radio when cooking. I started bee boppin and buzzing my lips when the hissing sound came over me. Just then that thought was randomly linked to people who have a problem with lisping. Sorry if you do, I'm not making fun of you but realizing your dilema. Who invented the word 'lisp'? and why the hell would that person be so cruel to add the letter 'S' in that word? That's just sssssick!
I came upon other revolutionary discoveries such as too much butter in Macaroni and Cheese is a bad thing. Makes the texture feel like you're literally eating a stick of butter.
I realized that smiling at people out of pure kindness results in funny looks from those who you smile at. So don't be kind and smile. Fight your urge to smile at those who are either already cranky and really need a smile or a glimpse of warmth.
The wind is a determining factor in my jogging routine. I aimlessly jog for the heck of it on the weekends when i can (a healthier form of procrastination really). This weekend was so squally I felt like I was jogging in a wind tunnel with a parachute behind me. Needless to say my jog did not last more than a half hour and only for one day.
I thought drunken people were miserable to hang out with but I stood corrected when i met a high and drunk person. He was a winner! Unstable, unbalanced, no motor skills, none of the five senses were of his benefit... yes this was a real person and no i am not referring to a vegetable, even though it may sound to close to call.
There's no such thing as too many chick flicks! Even on a day when one is feeling up to par and like no one or nothing can tear them down, there's always a chick flick. Mine i have seen many times over and over (i secretly have frequent chick flick marathons. Next week's theme is Matthew McConaughey) I never get tired of them.
The worst noise on the weekend is an alarm clock that i forgot to turn to silent. It's just peachy waking up on my day to sleep in to the ear drum destroying 'BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP'... Lucky me!
Now that I feel smarter from my weekend i am privileged to go to classes, the doctors, work outs and study like a dedicated student i wish i was.
To start, salsa, like ketchup, can go with any food and every food (within stomach preferences). I love salsa and the spicier the better. The house was out of chips and I didn't have anything to mix with the salsa, but I really wanted salsa!!! Luckily I found japanese potato chips (taste no different than American potato chips just shaped differently).
Now, imagine the advertising market for japanese chips and salsa... who would be the spokesperson? A japanese fella in a sombrero? Or a hispanic eating with chop sticks?
Next realization was by accident. If you do not live with me you may not know that I sing or hum with the radio when cooking. I started bee boppin and buzzing my lips when the hissing sound came over me. Just then that thought was randomly linked to people who have a problem with lisping. Sorry if you do, I'm not making fun of you but realizing your dilema. Who invented the word 'lisp'? and why the hell would that person be so cruel to add the letter 'S' in that word? That's just sssssick!
I came upon other revolutionary discoveries such as too much butter in Macaroni and Cheese is a bad thing. Makes the texture feel like you're literally eating a stick of butter.
I realized that smiling at people out of pure kindness results in funny looks from those who you smile at. So don't be kind and smile. Fight your urge to smile at those who are either already cranky and really need a smile or a glimpse of warmth.
The wind is a determining factor in my jogging routine. I aimlessly jog for the heck of it on the weekends when i can (a healthier form of procrastination really). This weekend was so squally I felt like I was jogging in a wind tunnel with a parachute behind me. Needless to say my jog did not last more than a half hour and only for one day.
I thought drunken people were miserable to hang out with but I stood corrected when i met a high and drunk person. He was a winner! Unstable, unbalanced, no motor skills, none of the five senses were of his benefit... yes this was a real person and no i am not referring to a vegetable, even though it may sound to close to call.
There's no such thing as too many chick flicks! Even on a day when one is feeling up to par and like no one or nothing can tear them down, there's always a chick flick. Mine i have seen many times over and over (i secretly have frequent chick flick marathons. Next week's theme is Matthew McConaughey) I never get tired of them.
The worst noise on the weekend is an alarm clock that i forgot to turn to silent. It's just peachy waking up on my day to sleep in to the ear drum destroying 'BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP'... Lucky me!
Now that I feel smarter from my weekend i am privileged to go to classes, the doctors, work outs and study like a dedicated student i wish i was.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Nov 23, 09
Woke up this morning not feeling myself. You know those mornings after you wake up from a nightmare and you feel cold? It was one of those mornings.
Trying to warm myself up, I got ready for school. The usual routine: shower, teeth, eyes, clothes. On my way out the door I grabbed the beasics: phone, ipod, backpack.
Praying for a good day as I walked to school, I walked by the middle school and happened to notice the kids' activities. I wondered which clique I would fit into these days. Have I changed drastically? There were the sporty boys playing with a basketball, a group of girls sitting and gossiping, the typical immature middle school mix of girls and guys chasing each other through the front yard in hopes of tagging the other. Looks like I'd still be plaing basketball.
I made it through biology alive (never was the science type), and walked over to Newswriting class. We disscussed Ethics today. Now I fit in a majority group of people with a central/ common view of ethics, or so I thought. With about 20 people in class I felt like I was one of five outcasts. We viewed photos in the text of death, aggony, grief, and more. All stupedous photos. The question was to print the photo or not to print it? I did agree with the class on a few however there's always a Nut in life that really presses my buttons and makes me just want to scream a loud nothing at them and stick my tongue out! One of the many Nuts happens to be in my class.
Moving on from newswriting to media and slowly then back home for lunch. I submitted my first college news story today. The topic was lame but I felt it was a good beginning piece. It was an informative feature (though the editor may not be too happy about it being a feature) about the number of people going to tanning beds in the winter. Read the campus paper for more details.
I met with a photography professor and was able to be signed up for the beginning of photography course for next winter! The course that was full before sophomores were able to sign up for classes, the one that I thought I wasn't going to be able to take until next year! Things were looking up.
I went to weight lifting with my team. I ran the latter drills with Jordyn (teammate) before lifting. The lifting routines we do are so lame. I wish there was either more to them or more diversity in the lifts. An observation of my team. None of them like lifting... at least not lifting weights. They view weight lifting as more of a social event, like most girls do.
Me on the other hand, I like lifting weights. I like the unannounced competition that hangs in the midst of the gym, the satisfaction that I'm getting into shape and feeling healthy, plus I like the pain. I like waking up the next morning sore, going "oo, ouch". For girls like me, I get one of two things (sometimes both) from the people in the weight room: I either get the laughing and mockery from people watching them think "haha she's a girl. what is she doing trying to lift weights?" Then when I'm able to lift my own weight (sometimes more if it's a legs day) then I get them scowling at me, thinking "She's a freak and makin me have to actually work so I don't get passed up by a girl."
Jordyn made dinner for me tonight. I then went home to whind down for the night, followed by some homework with narcotic powers. I packed most of my stuff for the weekend at home. I'm so glad to be going home for Thanksgiving. I haven't been home since the beginning of August. I miss home. It's my salt and water.
Finally, I review the day I had that started from a nightmare and ending with a tranquil evening. Sweet dreams y'all.
Trying to warm myself up, I got ready for school. The usual routine: shower, teeth, eyes, clothes. On my way out the door I grabbed the beasics: phone, ipod, backpack.
Praying for a good day as I walked to school, I walked by the middle school and happened to notice the kids' activities. I wondered which clique I would fit into these days. Have I changed drastically? There were the sporty boys playing with a basketball, a group of girls sitting and gossiping, the typical immature middle school mix of girls and guys chasing each other through the front yard in hopes of tagging the other. Looks like I'd still be plaing basketball.
I made it through biology alive (never was the science type), and walked over to Newswriting class. We disscussed Ethics today. Now I fit in a majority group of people with a central/ common view of ethics, or so I thought. With about 20 people in class I felt like I was one of five outcasts. We viewed photos in the text of death, aggony, grief, and more. All stupedous photos. The question was to print the photo or not to print it? I did agree with the class on a few however there's always a Nut in life that really presses my buttons and makes me just want to scream a loud nothing at them and stick my tongue out! One of the many Nuts happens to be in my class.
Moving on from newswriting to media and slowly then back home for lunch. I submitted my first college news story today. The topic was lame but I felt it was a good beginning piece. It was an informative feature (though the editor may not be too happy about it being a feature) about the number of people going to tanning beds in the winter. Read the campus paper for more details.
I met with a photography professor and was able to be signed up for the beginning of photography course for next winter! The course that was full before sophomores were able to sign up for classes, the one that I thought I wasn't going to be able to take until next year! Things were looking up.
I went to weight lifting with my team. I ran the latter drills with Jordyn (teammate) before lifting. The lifting routines we do are so lame. I wish there was either more to them or more diversity in the lifts. An observation of my team. None of them like lifting... at least not lifting weights. They view weight lifting as more of a social event, like most girls do.
Me on the other hand, I like lifting weights. I like the unannounced competition that hangs in the midst of the gym, the satisfaction that I'm getting into shape and feeling healthy, plus I like the pain. I like waking up the next morning sore, going "oo, ouch". For girls like me, I get one of two things (sometimes both) from the people in the weight room: I either get the laughing and mockery from people watching them think "haha she's a girl. what is she doing trying to lift weights?" Then when I'm able to lift my own weight (sometimes more if it's a legs day) then I get them scowling at me, thinking "She's a freak and makin me have to actually work so I don't get passed up by a girl."
Jordyn made dinner for me tonight. I then went home to whind down for the night, followed by some homework with narcotic powers. I packed most of my stuff for the weekend at home. I'm so glad to be going home for Thanksgiving. I haven't been home since the beginning of August. I miss home. It's my salt and water.
Finally, I review the day I had that started from a nightmare and ending with a tranquil evening. Sweet dreams y'all.
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