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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

react.

The other day I found a website that was solely devoted to hating another website and the person who writes it. At first I was appalled because I am rather fond of and may perhaps even love the aforementioned website, but then I got thinking...


Back in the day (because I'm so old to have a day in the back), I used to get mad over everything. Ok, honestly, I still can have steam come out my ears, but the people around me have learned to have an extra fire extinguisher near by for such occasions. But before all this, I was a reactor. Completely and totally at the mercy of any and every person around me. I couldn't control how I felt, what I said, or what I did. I feel like websites that are devoted to tearing apart someone else's ideas are exactly like that. I have started to ask, what's the point in getting so mad? In the big scheme of things, is it really worth it to get angry or worry over every situation? Granted, sometimes these emotions can motivate us to action, thereby coming up with a solution, but they're a means to an end, not the end itself. Case in point, Donald Trump "demanding" the President's birth certificate. Even IF it was fake, what would that have proven? The the American people really are as stupid as everyone thinks we are? That Trump was right? It wouldn't have taken back the years that Mr. Obama has been president. I honestly can't understand how Trump could have thought he did the country a favor by "forcing" the President to procure the certificate. Seriously. 


Ok. Enough high-horsing and soap boxing. 




Time for something fun and new? Well, one of the things that gets me excited nowadays, and every day for that matter, is this. Don't make fun. Just try to understand. Or at least smile and nod. 

Monday, May 16, 2011

first burn and good omens.

I have had the two most exciting Saturdays of the summer. Granted, I think there have only been two Saturdays, but we're going to roll with it....


Two Saturdays ago I went up to Lyman, Wyoming. Yeah, Lyman. It's a bustling metropolis that is soon to catch the eye of many roadtrippers with its one Maverick country store. That Maverick also happens to have cheaper gas than we do down here, so what are you saying now about Lyman, eh? Anyway, my parents own a house up there, and they're trying to sell it, so I went up with my dad to get the plod of dirt ready for grass seed. It took a long time. There were no clouds in the sky. And I forgot sunscreen. Cue first sunburn of the season! Oh yes, my friends. My face was redder than a tomato, and my arms sported eye-catching farmer's tan lines. I think that all the time I spent in the sun last summer altered my genes, because I'm not turning as white as fast as I used to. This is a huge milestone.


This past Saturday does not involve dirt. In fact, just the opposite. I went with my brother and dad to an ATV/dirt bike "park" where they have tracks for you to ride around on. I went on a track, by myself, and misfortune stepped in. I was riding along, NOT looking ahead, when I noticed that the strip of dry land I was riding on kept getting smaller and smaller while the mini-lakes on either side of me kept growing. I tried to keep my bike on the dry part, but fate stepped in, tipped my bike at a 45 degree angle, and sent me jumping into waist deep water. I'll pause for a moment while you create that image in your head.......


By now I have a crowd observing me. One guy comes over and proceeds to tell me what a mess I'm in. To say the least, buddy. My brother eventually finds his way over and manages to ride the bike to safety. Meanwhile, I'm stuck trying to get my legs out of the swamp mud which has now engulfed me up to my knees. One leg comes out fairly easy while the other is stuck good. I manage to get it out, but I leave my shoe behind. Don't worry, I got it out after a few minutes of digging. So for the rest of the day, I was wet and muddy. The worst part? I had just washed my socks that I was wearing that day. 






On a completely different and unrelated, but still extremely important, note: HP 7.2 comes out in less than 2 months. Get excited. 

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

tropical armpits.

Whew, boy, has it been a long time since I posted! Well, I am back with more stunningly hard-hitting and semi-almost-but-not-quite news worthy stories. 


First on the agenda is that the semester is finally over. I wrote my last paper and emailed it to my professor yesterday, not that I have any idea on how good it was seeing as it was my last paper...but the fact of the matter is that I am finished. And now fully able to devote my days to eating, sleeping, and hopelessly trying to find some good daytime television. And for when my dad reads this:


Dad, I devote every second of my waking day to finding a job. Enough said. 


But seriously, I have almost all of my previous three employers' phone numbers and addresses all memorized, just waiting for the opportunity to be put on an employee application. 


Second thing I want to let you guys in on is a show called The Voice. It's the singing show that American Idol wishes it could be. Plus it has my newfound musical obsession as one of its judges, Blake Shelton - please check him out because you will enjoy. The first two episodes were so fun to watch because the judges have their backs to the singers and if they want to see them and want them on their singing brigade, they have to push a button. Just promise me you'll check it out because as you can tell, I'm not always so eloquent in my descriptions. 


Last thought to leave you with, and yes I purposely put this one last. I bought some new deodorant the other day. It's called Tropical Blast or something like that. It smelled the best when compared to the other ones, plus it was pretty cheap. But now I can't get my armpits to stop smelling like a luau. The scent even overpowers any body spray or perfume I put on. It's like the pineapples and coconuts have formed a militia and not even the boundaries of my clothes will stop them from domination. So from the island paradise formerly known as Kylie's pits, aloha.