So I haven't posted in about 8 days. I really need to say some stuff. You may realize in this post how much of a jerk I am.
Thing 1: Vegetarians
I hate vegetarians.
Thing 2: Work
I have worked over 30 hours already and will work 9 hours this weekend. One could measure the height of the little bar down below a cart by the bruises on my legs.
Thing 3: Nazis
I hate them.
Thing 4: Writing
I realized today that if I do not go into a career where I cannot use creative writing, I would hate myself. I will be in English, no matter what. I love it so much and I am (not trying to brag, just state the truth) really good at it. Today in English, for example, we had a test that everyone freaked out about, but I didn't study and did fine. I realized that that is how English has always been for me. I WILL NOT go into a mathematical career.
Thing 5: Secret Blog
I may make a secret blog. You see, I started a blog so I could say things like Thing 1 without people on Facebook crapping their shorts. But there are some things that are just to secret to have connected to Facebook. So I may start a private, secret blog.
Thing 6: Ducks
Those things are such studs, you know?
4.20.2011
Dreams
Last night I had a dream. In the dream, I was walking to my friend's house. The house before his had a $20 bill on the lawn. I remember Dream Me picking it up and having that conscience feeling. You know the Holy Ghost telling you not to do it? I had that feeling. I remember it was strong, stronger than some of my real promptings. Which is strange, because later in that same dream, I stole special shoes from a legless man (they were for his fake legs). Weird dream.
So today I figured something out. When I am at school, I always assume that I am not likable. I never really noticed until recently. But then I wondered: Why am I like this? Suddenly it hit me. For four years, no one really liked me at school. If you don't know what I mean, here you go: ∞ So I need to work on that. Maybe I will ask that girl featured here out on a date. Maybe I will stop being so self conscious. Maybe it's all a load of bull shins. Can't hurt to fix it though, right?
4.19.2011
Books
I love books. Books are the best. Better than drugs, anyway. My friend, Ashley, reminded me how much I love books. Here are some great books: To Kill a Mockingbird, The Princess Bride, The Han Solo Trilogy, Peter and the Starcatchers, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Ender's Game, A Princess of Mars, Fahrenheit 451, The Greatest Salesman in the World, Anthem, The Standard Works, Borlaug, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Boy Who Dared, and October Sky, just to name a few.
Sometimes I wear a shirt I got at DI. This shirt has "Darrin" embroidered on it and is a button up, blue shirt. I haven't really worn it since I got my wife-beaters. So, I found that when I wear "Darrin" and my wife-beat, I feel like a redneck. Having stubble helps, too.
Do not worry, it isn't beer, either. It is just an old CapriSun I found in the cupboard. That is about it.
Sometimes I wear a shirt I got at DI. This shirt has "Darrin" embroidered on it and is a button up, blue shirt. I haven't really worn it since I got my wife-beaters. So, I found that when I wear "Darrin" and my wife-beat, I feel like a redneck. Having stubble helps, too.
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| That isn't ROOT beer. |
4.15.2011
Are you watching closely?
So getting a job can really change your mood. I am super psyched. Also, my cousin had me do her wedding video. Finished it.
Have you seen The Prestige? It is such a great film. I think I get something new from it every time I view it. If you have not seen it, watch it. I think it is way better than Inception (same director), so watch it ASAP.
I am home alone until Tuesday, which means the following will occur:
Have you seen The Prestige? It is such a great film. I think I get something new from it every time I view it. If you have not seen it, watch it. I think it is way better than Inception (same director), so watch it ASAP.
I am home alone until Tuesday, which means the following will occur:
- I will dance in my underwear, blasting music.
- I will eat as much food as I want.
- I will watch whatever TV show I want.
- I will blog like crazy.
- I will hang out with my best friends.
- I will go to my friend's brother's wedding reception and eat as much cake as my entire family would.
- I will not light the house on fire.
- I may bungee-jump off the deck.
- I will yell as loud as I can.
- I will use my father's tools to repair my bike.
- I will punch a moose.
- I will go to work.
And yes, I am that much of a nerd.
4.08.2011
Short
This is my shortest post yet. Have a good spring break.
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| These are my nieces. (Left to right): Ellie, Brooke, Noel. |
4.07.2011
Ideas
So I finally wrote down thoughts I had that I would like to blog about. Here is the first on the list:
This is a story. It is a sad and true story about my grade school experience. First, let's get something straight: I am ridiculously hypocritical here and I do not resent these people. Though I will say mean adjectives, do not be biased. Only I can do that. Anyway, when I was beginning 3rd grade, I was pretty psyched, to say the least. The first day, well, it was the first day of school. My teacher was showing us a puzzle and saying that we were all pieces and all that crap, when my mother and father checked me out.
We went to lunch at my favorite restaurant and my parents asked me about school. I told them it was fun. My mom asked me if I wanted to go to a different school. Somehow, I was convinced that playing the violin, learning French, and restaurant lunches outweighed wearing uniforms everyday and about 20 kids per grade.
So there I was, a student of John Hancock Charter School. This school had just started the year before, so all the kids in my grade were already friends. I, on the other hand, was friendless. Except one. Jared Larsen was my friend. He was everyone's friend. I loved being his friend. There were twenty-two other kids in my class. I did not fit in. I was nervous, so I tried to fit in. 3rd grade was the best of my four years at John Hancock. I had a good teacher, my peers weren't as critical, and the lunches were awesome.
Fourth grade is where it really turned for the worst; Jared left. His departure made me cry for weeks. I had a few more classmates, but the were fitting in just fine. My peers were not good to me. If one person was mad at me, the whole group was mad. I couldn't find a niche, so I got angry. If you know me, you know I am not an inherently person, so I want you to understand my full meaning when I say that I got beyond angry. I fought every month and got detention oftener. I was never happy. I dreaded going to school knowing that those kids would be there. That is how it went in fifth grade, too. Also, the school food was worse.
Sixth grade was not fun. There were many jerks in my class that I could not understand. They seemed to hate me just because I am me. The girl I thought was cute put a "restraining order" on me, with the jerk kids on the jury. I ripped it up. That year the fights were more common. I cannot remember a day I did not go to the bathroom to cry. The food sucked. I wanted to leave. No one enjoys going to a place everyday full of people who hate you. I wanted, nay, needed, to leave. So the next year, I became a Viking. My life is now awesome.
LESSON: If you aren't a Viking, everyone will hate you.
So I have Spring Break in 17 hours and 25 minutes. I am hating every second of delay.
Here is some fun stuff:
This is a story. It is a sad and true story about my grade school experience. First, let's get something straight: I am ridiculously hypocritical here and I do not resent these people. Though I will say mean adjectives, do not be biased. Only I can do that. Anyway, when I was beginning 3rd grade, I was pretty psyched, to say the least. The first day, well, it was the first day of school. My teacher was showing us a puzzle and saying that we were all pieces and all that crap, when my mother and father checked me out.
We went to lunch at my favorite restaurant and my parents asked me about school. I told them it was fun. My mom asked me if I wanted to go to a different school. Somehow, I was convinced that playing the violin, learning French, and restaurant lunches outweighed wearing uniforms everyday and about 20 kids per grade.
So there I was, a student of John Hancock Charter School. This school had just started the year before, so all the kids in my grade were already friends. I, on the other hand, was friendless. Except one. Jared Larsen was my friend. He was everyone's friend. I loved being his friend. There were twenty-two other kids in my class. I did not fit in. I was nervous, so I tried to fit in. 3rd grade was the best of my four years at John Hancock. I had a good teacher, my peers weren't as critical, and the lunches were awesome.
Fourth grade is where it really turned for the worst; Jared left. His departure made me cry for weeks. I had a few more classmates, but the were fitting in just fine. My peers were not good to me. If one person was mad at me, the whole group was mad. I couldn't find a niche, so I got angry. If you know me, you know I am not an inherently person, so I want you to understand my full meaning when I say that I got beyond angry. I fought every month and got detention oftener. I was never happy. I dreaded going to school knowing that those kids would be there. That is how it went in fifth grade, too. Also, the school food was worse.
Sixth grade was not fun. There were many jerks in my class that I could not understand. They seemed to hate me just because I am me. The girl I thought was cute put a "restraining order" on me, with the jerk kids on the jury. I ripped it up. That year the fights were more common. I cannot remember a day I did not go to the bathroom to cry. The food sucked. I wanted to leave. No one enjoys going to a place everyday full of people who hate you. I wanted, nay, needed, to leave. So the next year, I became a Viking. My life is now awesome.
LESSON: If you aren't a Viking, everyone will hate you.
So I have Spring Break in 17 hours and 25 minutes. I am hating every second of delay.
Here is some fun stuff:
4.05.2011
A second post
So I am putting off writing a stupid paper. Here I am. Here are some things that bug me:
When people say that something is a "fail". This bugs me for two reasons:
1. You sound like such an idiot when you say, "FAIL!!!". Soooooooooo dumb.
2. It is grammatically incorrect. (Allow me to be the English nerd I am for just one second) "To fail" is a verb, and therefore you cannot say that a noun (someone doing something stupid) a verb. It's like saying, "You are such a run. Why are you so sleep?" If you want to say that, say the verb version of "fail," "failure." If you say "fail" the incorrect context, I will only see you as Jennica Jackman. She is the worst.
2.5 "Epic" is a useless modifier.
When people assume what I am doing is not important. I hate it. HATE IT!
That's it for now. Good night.
When people say that something is a "fail". This bugs me for two reasons:
1. You sound like such an idiot when you say, "FAIL!!!". Soooooooooo dumb.
2. It is grammatically incorrect. (Allow me to be the English nerd I am for just one second) "To fail" is a verb, and therefore you cannot say that a noun (someone doing something stupid) a verb. It's like saying, "You are such a run. Why are you so sleep?" If you want to say that, say the verb version of "fail," "failure." If you say "fail" the incorrect context, I will only see you as Jennica Jackman. She is the worst.
2.5 "Epic" is a useless modifier.
When people assume what I am doing is not important. I hate it. HATE IT!
That's it for now. Good night.
Inferring Stuff
We all infer. We all assume. Here are somethings that you may not pick up:
Sign: Uses "semester" and "term" as measurements of time.
What to infer: They have been in school for too long. Or they're pregnant.
Sign: Sees a commercial for a political movie and is attracted to it.
What to infer: Either they are an old person or they haven't gotten out for at least 1 1/2 hours.
Sign: Talks to a girl everyday about nothing at all.
What to infer: He really really wants to go on a date with her, but she is waaaaaay to pretty, smart, and kind for him. Also, she is older than him. Or, he just has no friends.
Sign: Blogs about his personal life through a cheesy "sign" and "what to infer".
What to infer: They are Wyatt Duclos.
I get to see my friends. I mean my nieces. They are my friends, though. Morning side tomorrow, pretty insane. Look at this:
Sign: Uses "semester" and "term" as measurements of time.
What to infer: They have been in school for too long. Or they're pregnant.
Sign: Sees a commercial for a political movie and is attracted to it.
What to infer: Either they are an old person or they haven't gotten out for at least 1 1/2 hours.
Sign: Talks to a girl everyday about nothing at all.
What to infer: He really really wants to go on a date with her, but she is waaaaaay to pretty, smart, and kind for him. Also, she is older than him. Or, he just has no friends.
Sign: Blogs about his personal life through a cheesy "sign" and "what to infer".
What to infer: They are Wyatt Duclos.
I get to see my friends. I mean my nieces. They are my friends, though. Morning side tomorrow, pretty insane. Look at this:
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