What would I do with a new computer?

Save money because I won’t have to buy my own laptop so I can actually eat at college next year!!!

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“You could say that”

It’s always interesting to dig through old documents saved on your computer that you only vaguely remember writing. Personally, I always find these little, as Peter would say, Word doodles that came during these spurts of desperately wanting to write as well as Deanna  inspiration and I just had to get everything in my head out somewhere fast while it was there. 

I’ve been getting into writing a lot more so far this school year. Unfortunately for you few readers (you’re out there, right? ….*crickets*), most of that ends up beign in a personal journal of my own – a notebook that I write in during the school day.  I try to keep in mind that I need to just type up some of the most thinky snippits I write, I just never get around to doing so.

Anyway, that being said, I thought I’d share with you a word doodle that I just found. I actually love it and am thinking about reviving it and turning it into something more (like I probably originally planned to). Here goes.(I remember that, when I wrote it, I left gaps between the paragraphs where I wanted to add something, but I couldn’t think of the perfect something at that time. So there are parts where you know there’s something missing. That’s okay. Bear with me.)

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The last thing he said to her was “Don’t think you’re so special.”

He said this after he told her that she only ever thought of herself and that she was too high maintenance for him, that he didn’t want to take care of her. After he told her that he resented her family.  After he told her she had become boring to him, after he told her that she wasn’t worth his time.

He told her this after she had told him “I love you.”

 

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Two years they had been together.  And now, the only thing Tilly was able to feel was a boiling, melting mixture of rage, hurt, brokenness, disbelief, fear, pain.  Here, she thought that she found someone who she could give her whole self to, someone she could hand her heart to and be sure that he would take care of it, someone she thought she could be a better Tilly with than without.

 

 

 

Guess she was wrong.

 

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                Tilly was feeling uncomfortable with the noises her straw made, sucking up the last bit of a chocolate and peanut butter milkshake from the bottom of her glass when she heard her phone chirp. Flipping it open, she saw a text from her roommate asking her to bring home fries while she was out.

 

Before her stood a tall man of about twenty-five with shaggy blonde hair and curious, green eyes. His name tag said “Jenson.”

 

 

                “Um, yes, you could say that.”  Tilly had seen this man around her favorite diner, The Encore, before but an occasion to talk to him had never arisen.

 

 

                “I see you around here pretty often.”

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[thoughts?]

Little website findings that have made me smile.

www.iamawesome.com

www.imaninja.com

www.gewgul.com

Beginnings of senior year.

This year, lately, has consisted primarily of choir. I have choir obligations after school everyday but Tuesdays, and I’m a choir officer so I’m heavily involved in other ways. 

What’s been really, really, weird this year, is that no one’s acknowledged me. I haven’t gotten any encouragement or support or anything. When auditioning for solos, everyone gets cheered for. Not me.  Upon recieving solos and rehearsing them in class, everyone gets cheered for. Except me.

I’m not meaning for this to sound like a pity party, not at all.  It’s an observation of teenager social habits.  Now, I know that I’m not a terrible singer. I wouldn’t have gotten the solos or made it into Mpulse if I weren’t. But I don’t understand how I’m different than anyone else that other people should get compliments or encouragement or cheered on. I’m not ignored, just simply not given positive anythings.

Also, and I know this isn’t news to anybody, but the whole “frienemy” thing is really confusing. And it’s really starting to play into my social life this year. The last thing I’ll ever understadn is why teenagers think it’s appropriate or the smart move to pretend to be some one’s friend but actually hate them. There are three ways that disliking/hating some one should be handled:
 One: You don’t like this person. You’re smart and mature, though, and want to keep drama at bay. So you dislike this person and let it just be. You don’t broadcast it, you keep things civil, you keep calm and deal with it. Or maybe, at the very least, you just ignore them.
 Two:  You don’t like this person. They know it. Directly from you. Now, I’m not saying you b*tch them out or you start fights or insult them or spread rumors or do things to hurt them or anything (although, that’s how it usually goes).  But at least they know it and it’s an all-around fact.
But instead, it seems that the “cool” thing to do is to act as if you like some one when you’re around them and then badmouth them awfully behind their backs. That way, the only incriminating evidence they have is vibes, gossip, and implications. Nothing solid. This is definitely to your advantage (which must be why it’s such a popular happening) because if they catch wind of your disdain, then all you have to do is say that it’s just in their head. And they have no proof.
 Three: You actually confront them about it. At an appropriate time. And heaven forbid you have the balls to actually discuss it with them and explain things honestly.

This is not okay.
And I can’t do anything to change this trend except set an example.
And it’s frustrating.

My date checklist

So I added a couple, but this brilliant list is reposted from Ginger!

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Wake up at 4am & watch the sunrise together
Maybe not first date material, but perhaps third or fourth. What could be better than sitting close on a rooftop somewhere, talking & laughing & watching the sun come up? Take a flask of hot coffee for extra points.

Have an extravagant brunch at 8am
Get dressed up & do breakfast properly. Fabulous pancakes, decadent waffles, poached eggs & the best hollandaise. Boutique hotels often do a brilliant brunch, but a bit of surreptitious googling should set you on the right track. Thick white linen napkins first thing in the morning are a magnificent way to start the day — & then you can either go your separate ways, or take a walk.

Go to an art gallery on a Saturday afternoon
You’ll learn a lot about the person you’re standing next to if you go & check out art together. Plus it gives you something so much more stimulating to talk about than the last episode of Lost. (Sorry, Lost fans…)

Bring half an evening
Like a movie (or movie tickets), some food or a drink. You get the opportunity to impress your crush with your superior taste while also finding out more about them. You don’t have to meet at someone’s house, either — a park bench, good picnic spot or even town square could work too.

The double-Netflix date
For those of you not in America, Netflix is an on-demand DVD rental service that the entire country seems to have a subscription to. Sorry to be so geographically-specific, but “double-Netflix” rolls off the tongue a little better than, “Let’s just each bring a movie & subject one another to our extremely questionable taste”!

The Case Of The Mystery Band
Grab a copy of your local newspaper or magazine, close your eyes, run your finger over the “live music” section & choose a band neither of you have ever heard of to go & see. It could be amazing; it could be completely hellish — you won’t know until you go! But even if it’s shocking, it’s definitely a bonding experience, & maybe even something to tell the children, eh?

Make a fort
Enough said.

Bring your favourite book & read the first chapter aloud
Again, this says a lot about a person. Will they bring The Witches? Lolita? The 120 Days Of Sodom? I can barely stand the suspense…

Mix CD trade
Are mix CDs antiquated? Maybe you could just make one another a playlist on your iPod or something… Either way, sharing & discussing music is one of the world’s great, little-known aphrodisiacs. Truth. (Unless all they listen to is Richard Marx. Damn.)

Do something neither of you have done before
Pottery class? Swing dancing lessons? Hire a moped & drive out into the country? Who knows, but it’s nice to share an experience that is new to both of you!

Random restaurant date
Flip open the yellow pages to ‘R’ for ‘Restaurants’, close your eyes & pick a place to eat at. Just like the mystery band date, you never know how it’ll go — it could be a hidden treasure or a total health hazard, but that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?!

Hot air ballooning
Not the cheapest date idea, I’ll admit, but certain to score you points & to impress your lover-to-be. Maybe if you’re dating an heiress?

Decorate a Christmas tree together
Yes, this one is seasonal, but think how fun it would be! It’ll cheer up your (or their) apartment, give you a visual reminder of them (assuming the date goes well), & maybe you could even go ice-skating afterwards. Cute ++.

Human Tetris.

Also, if you don’t follow me on Twitter, you probably should. You’ll get a lot more funny, a lot more interesting, a lot more often.

I have returned from my (unannounced) blogging hiatus!

So, I know I haven’t blogged in a while.   And I know how much of cliche it is to say that. But it must be said.

To catch you up, I’ll give you a brief overview of the end of my summer and the beginning of my senior year.  You’re welcome.

• School is school.  After going to the Vocal Arts Institute at Mpulse at  U of M this summer, being in my high school choir again is hard to adjust to.
• I’m going to my last high school Homecoming dance this Saturday.
• I’ve decided that I do love my hair short and so it will get cut and remain that way. =]
• Today, Twitter had a topic trend called #Iamsinglebecause. I searched it and all of them were all, “#iamsinglebecause I am fat” or “because boys are idiots” or “because I’m f*@&ed up.”  I posted one. “#Iamsinglebecause I choose to be.“
• The Detroit Lions beat the Washington Redskins. (!)
• Laser tag is all I will be doing in Heaven.
• I got my homecoming dress for $8. 
• I got my license!
• And a car.
• It’s name is Marty. Marty McFly.
• He’s a Transformer.

 

And now, for some of my absolute favorite internetz finds! =]

• This is hilarious.
• This is indexed.com
• They make words.
• These are moments.
• I am not alone in this.
• I’ll admit it: I am a whore. For chairs.
• I can has sparkle.
• This feeds your soul.
• I want these.
• My self esteem isn’t low enough to date you.
• This is awesome.
• This is average.
• This is me as a senior.
• This may be for you.
• This is Gewgle.
• These girls have curly hair.

Petoskey Photos

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[camping trip]

I just got back from a camping trip to Petoskey, MI with my family this weekend. Here is a synopsis of 85% of the trip. I couldn’t even stop blogging; I actually wrote what I would have blogged.  I’m pathetic.]

Day 1 – Thursday – the 13th

Packing enought crap into our minivan to live outside for four days has never been my favorite part about camping trips. We meant to leave at 10 am, which of course means that we left around noon. The actual car ride was nice because Deanna and I watched Firefly the whole time. In the middle of the trip, though, my mom asked my dad if he had remembered his swimsuit. He didn’t. My dad is not much of a swimmer, but I am. And I forgot to pack my swimsuit, too. Which is not okay because my swimsuit is this one and the first one that I’ve loved. I feel as great as I look in it (which, let’s face it, is a heck of a lot better than in a usual swimsuit). Which is great because I am not the type who can just throw on any bathing suit and believe that I look good in it. I have curves! There’s no way I can just pull over to some Old Navy and grab a bakini – generall, there, they’re made for young or typicallymodel-y girls with no hips, booty, chestage, or anything. But ANYWAY. I did manage to find a good store and a good suit. And a cute dress, too. That’s always a plus.  =]

After that chaos, we hit the road again. We stopped for dinner at a mexican restaurant that will be on Regis & Kelly on Friday(tomorrow) for their fajitas. They won a contest for it or something. so I thought it would be safe to order a (delicious-sounding) garden fajita.
Wrong.
I didn’t find it at all appetising. So my dad and I swapped meals.

But I love being with my family. They’re the best ever.

When we get to our camp site, we found out that the dude gave away the camp site we asked for, so we ended up in a much smaller one. Kinda clausterphoib for a picnic table, two tents, and a place to keep the van out of the road, but it hasn’t turned out to be too bad. Setting up the site has never been my favorite part, either. But once it was finally together, we made a camp fire and toasted marshamllows and ate Grape Nut Flakes (serious YUM). =]

Day 3 – Saturday – the 15th

Things that really aren’t necessary

• Shirts with miscellaneous slogans. I saw one Friday that said “I <3 My money.”   Do you, sir?  Who the eff doesn’t? It really isn’t necessary.
• Obnoxiousity and attitude problems.
• Using Twitter only to obsess over the Jonas Brothers or some other adolescent fad.
• Complaining about the fact that you have to go to school in general. It’s free education! Do you know how many places in the world would love to have access to that? (don’t get me wrong, we all have those days when we don’t want to go for specific reasons in our lives, I get that.)
• Grills.
• Simulating suicide. It might just be my school, but mimicking shooting yourself in the head with your fingers positioned like a gun. This is uber unnecessary not to mention insensitive.
• Referring to your computer as a “compy.”
• Referring to your boyfriend as “Boyfriend” on the Internet. I think it’s slightly obnoxious. He has a name. If the fact that he’s your boyfriend is not significant to the point of your post or blurb or tweet,  it’s very unnecessary.