So today I was plagued with thoughts about movies and comics that have fade away and cut away scenes from someone either screaming or laughing or something. For example, the movies where it fades to another scene while the bad guy or someone is just laughing hysterically. I get curious as to what it's like when he stops laughing. Like the people around him. Is it just awkward? The henchmen just stand around until the boss finishes laughing then go back to work like it didn't happen? Do other uninvolved people just hear the laughing and judge them in their heads?
What about the guy that's laughing? Like when he gets himself all worked up into a frenzy, how does he come back down? Does he just slowly bring it down and then like walk away? Does he just abruptly stop? Does he like walk away while laughing until he's in his private quarters and can move on with his life? It just seems like an awkward situation.
I admit I have no idea now where I'm going with this. I think I started writing this in the middle of the night, and obviously while it was bothering me, it had no real importance to anything. Those potentially awkward situations are confusing to me though. Oh well, maybe one day I'll see a spoof that covers it.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Thoughts, Dozens of them, They're like tribbles
So this might be my first truly random post as I have a lot of stuff just bumbling around in my head. As I plan on just writing as stuff comes to me, I apologize now, if there's no transitions or lead ins between topics. I might just jump trains as I go. Let's leave the station shall we?
So today I knew I was going to go to the Rec center and work out, because it's Wednesday and on Wednesday's that's when I for sure go, so I prepared by finally making a "work out" playlist on my iPod. I figured it's only take a few minutes but as I was browsing through I kept finding all this music I had no idea I had. So of course this lead me to start listening to the songs that had been long forgotten like "Semi-Charmed Kind of Life" by Third Eye Blind, "Wonderwall" by Oasis, "Watercolour" by Pendulum and "I Need to Know" by Marc Anthony. I was then delayed by an extra half an hour to listen to this stuff and more. Have you ever looked at your music be it on iTunes, your CD's, tapes, whatever, and just found things long forgotten yet sweet to fin? Little gems that have returned to you after a long time? Isn't that the greatest feeling?
So while on the topic of music, I spent a couple hours today watching a series on Hulu, that's only on Hulu (btw did you know that Hulu is only for the United States and people outside of the US can't view anything on there?) as it is made, produced and whatnot by Hulu, called LXD. Which stands for Legion of Extraordinary Dancers. LED was taken. This show captured more of my attention than it should have. I'm not going to lie, the only reason I clicked to it, was because the latest episode teaser picture, showed a group of guys suited up, minus jackets, obviously dancing together and that type of stuff is just awesome to me. I'm a sucker for it.
So when I went to view what that was I found the series and had to of course go to the beginning and watch from there. If it wasn't for the latest episode intriguing me, I wouldn't have watched passed the first episode. It was just so ridiculous that I was caught between mocking laughter and disbelief and offense for them thinking this was good. The acting was barely above Twilight's main duo, and it was literally people breaking out into dance and like the bad guys come up and join them. At a high school prom. It was embarrassing to watch. Although in the end I did continue the series. The episodes were around 10 minutes each anyway. One was only three minutes.
The second episode improved a little, though it was two boys playing in a warehouse then fall into foam and can magically now do aerial dance moves. "Anti Gravity" as it was described. Then the third episode drew me in. It was just so fun and haunting to watch. The robot was the featured dance this time, and the guy was amazing. I just loved it. So I continued the series and it got a little better as it went, and a nice surprise of the guy that plays Mike Chang, (otherwise known as "Other Asian") in Glee is part of the show, showing off his awesome moves and sometimes being a nice comic relief as when comes season two, the show gets a little creepy. I do mean creepy. I posted some of the episodes on my facebook, if you'd like to see my top three.
So from shows, I'm of course taken to the one I spent last night watching, on the recommendation of Michelle and Jacob, The Walking Dead. This zombie Apocalypse show on AMC. It was ok. I spent the first episode yelling at the guy, cause he's gotta recognize his surroundings. He saw the mutilated corpse. At that point grab a weapon cause it's on. He saw the crawler (zombie without legs that has to crawl on hands), he should have gotten a weapon. The black guy had a gun to his head asking him an easy question "what type of wound is that?' and he just stares at him. The show does pick up though after he is told about the zombies and what happened and he then proceeds to be awesome and kicking butt all around. The show was pretty gore filled and such but not as scary as I was expecting based off Michelle's reaction to it. Some parts did make me jump, from the BOOM ness of it. All in all, I will continue watching it.
That's probably enough babbling for one night, though I do have a lot more. Mostly I'm just tired. I've been up too late the past few days talking to people and it's taking it's toll on me. Oh well, Thanksgiving soon and I can sleep then.
So today I knew I was going to go to the Rec center and work out, because it's Wednesday and on Wednesday's that's when I for sure go, so I prepared by finally making a "work out" playlist on my iPod. I figured it's only take a few minutes but as I was browsing through I kept finding all this music I had no idea I had. So of course this lead me to start listening to the songs that had been long forgotten like "Semi-Charmed Kind of Life" by Third Eye Blind, "Wonderwall" by Oasis, "Watercolour" by Pendulum and "I Need to Know" by Marc Anthony. I was then delayed by an extra half an hour to listen to this stuff and more. Have you ever looked at your music be it on iTunes, your CD's, tapes, whatever, and just found things long forgotten yet sweet to fin? Little gems that have returned to you after a long time? Isn't that the greatest feeling?
So while on the topic of music, I spent a couple hours today watching a series on Hulu, that's only on Hulu (btw did you know that Hulu is only for the United States and people outside of the US can't view anything on there?) as it is made, produced and whatnot by Hulu, called LXD. Which stands for Legion of Extraordinary Dancers. LED was taken. This show captured more of my attention than it should have. I'm not going to lie, the only reason I clicked to it, was because the latest episode teaser picture, showed a group of guys suited up, minus jackets, obviously dancing together and that type of stuff is just awesome to me. I'm a sucker for it.
So when I went to view what that was I found the series and had to of course go to the beginning and watch from there. If it wasn't for the latest episode intriguing me, I wouldn't have watched passed the first episode. It was just so ridiculous that I was caught between mocking laughter and disbelief and offense for them thinking this was good. The acting was barely above Twilight's main duo, and it was literally people breaking out into dance and like the bad guys come up and join them. At a high school prom. It was embarrassing to watch. Although in the end I did continue the series. The episodes were around 10 minutes each anyway. One was only three minutes.
The second episode improved a little, though it was two boys playing in a warehouse then fall into foam and can magically now do aerial dance moves. "Anti Gravity" as it was described. Then the third episode drew me in. It was just so fun and haunting to watch. The robot was the featured dance this time, and the guy was amazing. I just loved it. So I continued the series and it got a little better as it went, and a nice surprise of the guy that plays Mike Chang, (otherwise known as "Other Asian") in Glee is part of the show, showing off his awesome moves and sometimes being a nice comic relief as when comes season two, the show gets a little creepy. I do mean creepy. I posted some of the episodes on my facebook, if you'd like to see my top three.
So from shows, I'm of course taken to the one I spent last night watching, on the recommendation of Michelle and Jacob, The Walking Dead. This zombie Apocalypse show on AMC. It was ok. I spent the first episode yelling at the guy, cause he's gotta recognize his surroundings. He saw the mutilated corpse. At that point grab a weapon cause it's on. He saw the crawler (zombie without legs that has to crawl on hands), he should have gotten a weapon. The black guy had a gun to his head asking him an easy question "what type of wound is that?' and he just stares at him. The show does pick up though after he is told about the zombies and what happened and he then proceeds to be awesome and kicking butt all around. The show was pretty gore filled and such but not as scary as I was expecting based off Michelle's reaction to it. Some parts did make me jump, from the BOOM ness of it. All in all, I will continue watching it.
That's probably enough babbling for one night, though I do have a lot more. Mostly I'm just tired. I've been up too late the past few days talking to people and it's taking it's toll on me. Oh well, Thanksgiving soon and I can sleep then.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
My procrastination skills are better than my study skills.
So right now, I have three exams to study for, two packets to read, a paper to write and some other homework to do. I've been at this all weekend. So far I've;
I'm extremely sure it's nothing like ADD or ADHD, because it only happens when I need to do homework. My mind just rebels against having to process things like school work. Though I can't even pay attention while writing this blog, I just started playing a game of Flash Flash Revolution (its like Dance Dance Revolution but on the internet and for your fingers, quite fun but I suck at it) because I changed positions and wondered if this position was any easier to play with out my hand cramping. So far it's proving to not be any easier, oh well. It's just getting later and later and I've barely done anything that I need to do. The more I think about what needs to be done, the more I remember that I have to do. It's like a never ending cycle that I can't break free of. It's like an epidemic infecting all areas of my life. It's like really tiring cause I just want to sleep. Oh well, let's go do some non-work so I can get some work done.
- almost finished the other homework,
- put a heading on the paper,
- located where the two packets are,
- made some flash cards, that I did memorize...in church.... for one of the tests,
- acknowledged to myself that I have the other two tests to take,
- gotten the books out and have them beside me
- finished reading a manga series online,
- read the new additions to many a web comic,
- watch many youtube videos,
- written one plus blogs,
- read some blogs,
- made work plans for next summer,
- reconnected with old friends,
- gone to a hockey game,
- gone to work,
- slept a lot,
- eaten some food,
- stared at some wall,
- played with a blanket,
- downloaded apps to my phone,
- updated a lot of my phone,
- bought some songs on itunes,
- done my laundry,
- stared at my desk,
- watched some movies,
- played and watched COD Black Ops,
- hung out in the basement,
- watched a game of pool,
- gone to walmart, and
- bought a thundercats shirt,
I'm extremely sure it's nothing like ADD or ADHD, because it only happens when I need to do homework. My mind just rebels against having to process things like school work. Though I can't even pay attention while writing this blog, I just started playing a game of Flash Flash Revolution (its like Dance Dance Revolution but on the internet and for your fingers, quite fun but I suck at it) because I changed positions and wondered if this position was any easier to play with out my hand cramping. So far it's proving to not be any easier, oh well. It's just getting later and later and I've barely done anything that I need to do. The more I think about what needs to be done, the more I remember that I have to do. It's like a never ending cycle that I can't break free of. It's like an epidemic infecting all areas of my life. It's like really tiring cause I just want to sleep. Oh well, let's go do some non-work so I can get some work done.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Have You Ever...
...tried to eat with the opposite hand? It's like next to impossible for me. I could barely do it. Finger foods I can eat with either hand, that's not that hard, but I can't use a fork with my opposite hand that well. Food made it to my face but the destination was in controversy for my poor left hand. He tried so hard to go where I wanted but alas it just wasn't going to happen for him.
It was horrible to try and do. My arm was shaky and everything. It was like when I look in the mirror and try to use a robert pin. It's like I've suddenly forgotten how to go forward and how to go back, left and right are more mixed up than normal, (I can't do my left and right. I have to pause and think. I can't even do the make an 'L" thing because it never fails that when I'm using it for that, I forget how an 'L' goes. Band commands were torture for me. Except for stepping off. I can start on my left foot, but never connect that side with being my left. I need to go back to a young age or something to learn how to get it right again..that and how to tie my shoes...I'm suffering in college without Michelle to tie them for me...) Anyway, it just didn't go well for me. It just felt weird. I'm kinda glad I didn't try it with a spoon and soup of some sort. I surely would have spilled food all over myself in the confusion.
Though when it comes to trying the opposite way, have you ever clasped your fingers together switching the order? Like starting with a different thumb on top? That just feels out of this world. Same as crossing your arms the opposite way. When I try to do that, I can't even figure out how to make my arms go. It's like I've forgotten what I'm trying to do and just kinda wiggle my arms around for a few minutes in different positions until I just give up and put them in my pockets.
Another thing that's hard to do, is putting pants on and stepping in first with the opposite leg. I will fall over if I do that and I will never get my pants on until I switch back to normal. I'll be laying on the ground, just rolling around trying to get them on and it will never happen. Once I thought I had it, but I had the pants on backwards. It was depressing. Since it was sweat pants, I almost just left it like that, but it felt awkward since I knew it was wrong, so I switched it around.
I can't just change things up like that. Routines can be broken, patterns can change, things can be disordered, unless its using the opposite side from normal. I cannot do that to save my life. I'll be mixed, confused and unable to continue with life until I fix myself. It's fun to try but has terrifying results. Use caution in attempting these things at home. You'll first be confused, turned around, then the terror will set until you remember how to function like you have for years. That or it's just me and I'm a freak, which wouldn't surprise me in the least.
It was horrible to try and do. My arm was shaky and everything. It was like when I look in the mirror and try to use a robert pin. It's like I've suddenly forgotten how to go forward and how to go back, left and right are more mixed up than normal, (I can't do my left and right. I have to pause and think. I can't even do the make an 'L" thing because it never fails that when I'm using it for that, I forget how an 'L' goes. Band commands were torture for me. Except for stepping off. I can start on my left foot, but never connect that side with being my left. I need to go back to a young age or something to learn how to get it right again..that and how to tie my shoes...I'm suffering in college without Michelle to tie them for me...) Anyway, it just didn't go well for me. It just felt weird. I'm kinda glad I didn't try it with a spoon and soup of some sort. I surely would have spilled food all over myself in the confusion.
Though when it comes to trying the opposite way, have you ever clasped your fingers together switching the order? Like starting with a different thumb on top? That just feels out of this world. Same as crossing your arms the opposite way. When I try to do that, I can't even figure out how to make my arms go. It's like I've forgotten what I'm trying to do and just kinda wiggle my arms around for a few minutes in different positions until I just give up and put them in my pockets.
Another thing that's hard to do, is putting pants on and stepping in first with the opposite leg. I will fall over if I do that and I will never get my pants on until I switch back to normal. I'll be laying on the ground, just rolling around trying to get them on and it will never happen. Once I thought I had it, but I had the pants on backwards. It was depressing. Since it was sweat pants, I almost just left it like that, but it felt awkward since I knew it was wrong, so I switched it around.
I can't just change things up like that. Routines can be broken, patterns can change, things can be disordered, unless its using the opposite side from normal. I cannot do that to save my life. I'll be mixed, confused and unable to continue with life until I fix myself. It's fun to try but has terrifying results. Use caution in attempting these things at home. You'll first be confused, turned around, then the terror will set until you remember how to function like you have for years. That or it's just me and I'm a freak, which wouldn't surprise me in the least.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Why I'm better than most people.
So the thing I'm meaning in the title is actually the end to a kinda longish story, so if you want to know why I'm better you could theoretically skip to the endish area where it's at, but I'd like it better if you stuck with me through this.
So tonight my anthro club was cancelled (not that I've shown up in a few weeks anyway..I find I value sleep more....) so I had extra time to study and make up work for the exams I have coming up. So I went to study the way I always do; gather the books I need then wander around the internet procrastinating. This time I had my Anthropology book and needed to listen to music samples for my music culture class. After wasting about an hour or two, I decided that I felt squishy and managed to motivate myself to go to the rec center.
Now a few weeks ago a girl, Jenna and I decided that every Wednesday night, we would go to the rec center together. Since that first night, we've never gone again. I was sick one night, Jenna had forgotten and done her own exercising another. Tonight, she was still a no since she had gone yesterday and has a project to work on, but I decided that i felt too squishy and needed to start solving this. I changed, grabbed the ipod and my anthro book and off I went.
I decided to take the bus since it was to be stopping at Clawson in a few minutes anyway. There was some chick on the bench so I sat on this rock that's right beside the road and just started bouncing to my music and waited. The bus came in a few minutes and all and theres a layaway a few stops before the rec center. At the layaway the driver gets off and goes somewhere. I'm just looking out the window listening to music and texting Nate when the driver gets on and asks us if anyone got on the bus. All the people on (mostly girls) just look at him and he laughs to himself and is like "guess nobody wants to ride with us." Most of the girls on the bus are kinda just like O.O when the guy goes on and starts telling us how his radio is busted so if we want music he's got some CD's that he'd been playing all week. Really scratched CD's. Kid Rock Cd's. One girl spoke up and said she'd love to hear it, so the guy put it in. Really loudly. It wasn't bad music, just really loud music.
Luckily I got off soon and made it into the rec. I went for the elliptical's again and the guy sends me to 22. There's someone on it. I notice a machine a little down the row that's open but I go back to tell the guy and he's all confused. Another girl then comes back that he has just sent to another machine that was also filled. She had noticed two machines open so the guy just sends us to them. I first thought he was just not that great at his job but then I realized the girls were probably moving around on him. And I do mean girls. Only girls on the ellipticals.
I did the weight loss thing that had me go for about 30 minutes and propped up my anthropology book on the shelf thing to study while I ran. It took me all of 5 seconds to realize this wasn't the greatest of ideas. It's actually really really hard to read while bouncing up and down. This is when my marching band training comes into play. I managed to still my upper half while keeping the lower half trucking. I managed to more or less keep this up the entire half hour and finished a chapter in the book. Though I probably got less information than I should have, and the girl beside me kept giving weird looks considering the pictures in the book of early naked primates and such.
So I finish running and wipe off the elliptical and while I'm returning the rag I happened to glance at one of the girls a few machines down and realize it's my roommate. Neither of us had noticed the other. She was listening to music and concentrating so I left her alone but was laughing at the coincidence. I then, set off for the dorm. I have an Owl City playlist going. Now Owl City has this effect on me, where I have to try and sing and can't stay still. I make it outside and start bouncing to the music when I come to the stairs. Now I had just finished a half hour workout of over two miles with it centering just on my glutes, quads, and calves. Stairs are not my friend at this point. Nothing makes you realized how effective your workout was as going down 30+ stairs. After much stumbling and near death experiences I finally made it to the bottom.
Owl City is still playing so of course what does one do after nearly dying going down stairs and have a long trek home? Dance to the music of course! This is then why I'm better than most people. I mean, how many other people actually go out exercising and for a cool down, dance to Owl City, or any music in the style of an ipod commercial in front of people that are quite capable of judging one harshly? Across the entire campus. I do mean entire campus. The rec center is almost as far as possible from where I live. But then again, almost everything is as far away as possible from where I live, since I live in the boonies of a college campus.
I literally danced the whole way home. I even spun on a lamp post for good measure in one of the slower Owl City songs. I also achieved a moment almost perfect in nature; crossed an old fashioned stone bridge, with lamp posts, under a clear starry sky, quarter moon, listening and singing Vanilla Twilight, while texting my best and closest friend. It was pretty darn amazing. When I got back to the dorm I had to just stay outside and lay on a bench for a while and keep staring at the stars and continuing the playlist.
After that I returned inside to continue procrastinating for the night. A bit anti-climatic, but my ipod was nearly dead.
So tonight my anthro club was cancelled (not that I've shown up in a few weeks anyway..I find I value sleep more....) so I had extra time to study and make up work for the exams I have coming up. So I went to study the way I always do; gather the books I need then wander around the internet procrastinating. This time I had my Anthropology book and needed to listen to music samples for my music culture class. After wasting about an hour or two, I decided that I felt squishy and managed to motivate myself to go to the rec center.
Now a few weeks ago a girl, Jenna and I decided that every Wednesday night, we would go to the rec center together. Since that first night, we've never gone again. I was sick one night, Jenna had forgotten and done her own exercising another. Tonight, she was still a no since she had gone yesterday and has a project to work on, but I decided that i felt too squishy and needed to start solving this. I changed, grabbed the ipod and my anthro book and off I went.
I decided to take the bus since it was to be stopping at Clawson in a few minutes anyway. There was some chick on the bench so I sat on this rock that's right beside the road and just started bouncing to my music and waited. The bus came in a few minutes and all and theres a layaway a few stops before the rec center. At the layaway the driver gets off and goes somewhere. I'm just looking out the window listening to music and texting Nate when the driver gets on and asks us if anyone got on the bus. All the people on (mostly girls) just look at him and he laughs to himself and is like "guess nobody wants to ride with us." Most of the girls on the bus are kinda just like O.O when the guy goes on and starts telling us how his radio is busted so if we want music he's got some CD's that he'd been playing all week. Really scratched CD's. Kid Rock Cd's. One girl spoke up and said she'd love to hear it, so the guy put it in. Really loudly. It wasn't bad music, just really loud music.
Luckily I got off soon and made it into the rec. I went for the elliptical's again and the guy sends me to 22. There's someone on it. I notice a machine a little down the row that's open but I go back to tell the guy and he's all confused. Another girl then comes back that he has just sent to another machine that was also filled. She had noticed two machines open so the guy just sends us to them. I first thought he was just not that great at his job but then I realized the girls were probably moving around on him. And I do mean girls. Only girls on the ellipticals.
I did the weight loss thing that had me go for about 30 minutes and propped up my anthropology book on the shelf thing to study while I ran. It took me all of 5 seconds to realize this wasn't the greatest of ideas. It's actually really really hard to read while bouncing up and down. This is when my marching band training comes into play. I managed to still my upper half while keeping the lower half trucking. I managed to more or less keep this up the entire half hour and finished a chapter in the book. Though I probably got less information than I should have, and the girl beside me kept giving weird looks considering the pictures in the book of early naked primates and such.
So I finish running and wipe off the elliptical and while I'm returning the rag I happened to glance at one of the girls a few machines down and realize it's my roommate. Neither of us had noticed the other. She was listening to music and concentrating so I left her alone but was laughing at the coincidence. I then, set off for the dorm. I have an Owl City playlist going. Now Owl City has this effect on me, where I have to try and sing and can't stay still. I make it outside and start bouncing to the music when I come to the stairs. Now I had just finished a half hour workout of over two miles with it centering just on my glutes, quads, and calves. Stairs are not my friend at this point. Nothing makes you realized how effective your workout was as going down 30+ stairs. After much stumbling and near death experiences I finally made it to the bottom.
Owl City is still playing so of course what does one do after nearly dying going down stairs and have a long trek home? Dance to the music of course! This is then why I'm better than most people. I mean, how many other people actually go out exercising and for a cool down, dance to Owl City, or any music in the style of an ipod commercial in front of people that are quite capable of judging one harshly? Across the entire campus. I do mean entire campus. The rec center is almost as far as possible from where I live. But then again, almost everything is as far away as possible from where I live, since I live in the boonies of a college campus.
I literally danced the whole way home. I even spun on a lamp post for good measure in one of the slower Owl City songs. I also achieved a moment almost perfect in nature; crossed an old fashioned stone bridge, with lamp posts, under a clear starry sky, quarter moon, listening and singing Vanilla Twilight, while texting my best and closest friend. It was pretty darn amazing. When I got back to the dorm I had to just stay outside and lay on a bench for a while and keep staring at the stars and continuing the playlist.
After that I returned inside to continue procrastinating for the night. A bit anti-climatic, but my ipod was nearly dead.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Got my Package!
So I finally made it to the mail center and picked up my package. On the way I had decided that it was probably shoes from my mom since a week ago she had asked about my shoe size as well as my address. So when I got the package I started laughing when I saw it was in fact a shoe box. A Pixar's Cars shoe box to be exact. Then I read the return address as the Staub family. Michelle's family. I started laughing hysterically. I didn't even make it home before I tore into it. I was hoping that it was the shoes as the box advertised them as going "vroom" when you walk. This idea was quite fun and I was hopeful. Alas in true Staub form, it was a care package. One of Jean's famous care packages. First off I found this:
A card inside with a lovely hand written message from Jean. Next I found this;
Newspaper from home. Next down;
Socks for every day of the week, with it printed on them. Next was
Chapstick! Never know when you need this! Then I found
Sooo Much candy. 3 musketeers, my favorite! As well as some cakes. Then came
Crayons! to go with:
A Spongebob colouring book!!!!!! Complete with
Spongebob tattoos!!
This seriously made my week. I laughed so hard when going through this. I called Jean a few minutes later and just started laughing again. It was a great thing to receive. Though I do kinda wish the shoes were in there..but the trade off is more than worth it!! Thanks Jean!!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I have mail waiting for me.
Yesterday at 3:10 I got an e-mail saying I have a package waiting for me at the mail center. The mail center closes at 3:00 on Saturdays. It's closed all day Sunday so I have to wait until Monday to pick it up. I have no idea what it is, or who sent it. It is just a mysterious package waiting for me. I managed to forget about it for a little while, until I saw the e-mail again today. Now I just really want to know what it is. I don't expect anyone to send me anything, and no ones asked me if I received the thing they sent.
The suspense is hurtful. Who sent me a package? Why didn't the mail carrier tell me early enough for me to get it? What could it be? Why has no one cared if I received it, and asked about it, giving me clues? Who is sending me things here?
Tomorrow needs to come quicker. This extra hour in the day is not helping me get to tomorrow quicker.
I just wanna know...
It could be anything. it could be food. Cookies sent from some loving person, not my mom, she wouldn't do that.
It could be clothes sent from I don't know who.
It could be medical supplies since I was sick last weekend.
It could be books because someone thinks I need more.
It could be a blanket cause it's getting cold out.
It could be an assignment sent from some secret spy agency that just decided now to recruit me as an inside job to something big going down on campus, that nobody knows about yet.
It could be cleaning supplies.
It could be another piggy bank like my last package.
It could be a mug for my teapot.
It could be more coco moo since I'm running out.
AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what could it be??? My impatience is not loving this....
The suspense is hurtful. Who sent me a package? Why didn't the mail carrier tell me early enough for me to get it? What could it be? Why has no one cared if I received it, and asked about it, giving me clues? Who is sending me things here?
Tomorrow needs to come quicker. This extra hour in the day is not helping me get to tomorrow quicker.
I just wanna know...
It could be anything. it could be food. Cookies sent from some loving person, not my mom, she wouldn't do that.
It could be clothes sent from I don't know who.
It could be medical supplies since I was sick last weekend.
It could be books because someone thinks I need more.
It could be a blanket cause it's getting cold out.
It could be an assignment sent from some secret spy agency that just decided now to recruit me as an inside job to something big going down on campus, that nobody knows about yet.
It could be cleaning supplies.
It could be another piggy bank like my last package.
It could be a mug for my teapot.
It could be more coco moo since I'm running out.
AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what could it be??? My impatience is not loving this....
Childhood Hero
Everyone has their childhood hero that they thought was the coolest person alive. Some people had Superman, others had Spider-man and the X-men, some had Archie, Arnold, Popeye, and many others. Your hero would be the person you saw on TV every night or someone you read about every day. Someone doing heroic things to awe and inspire you as a child, or in some cases the dastardly villain that you cheered for instead. The masterminds that you admired and hoped would win even if it meant the end of the world.
My childhood hero was none other than the unstoppable Godzilla. I grew up watching the subbed and sometimes dubbed versions of his movies. I spent the whole movies waiting for the moment he'd finally appear on screen to kick the crap out of Tokyo or fight the other monster kicking the crap out of Tokyo. He was technically the antagonist of the movie, but I still loved him. My brothers and I had all the toys and everything. Every night, Godzilla was our bedtime story. Jaime would have us all in his and Mom's room on the bed and put one in. Some nights we drove 45 minutes to the mall just to buy a new one. I was so young that I glazed over the story lines and actual plot, sometimes falling asleep, but I'd always be alert in time for the music to play Godzilla on screen.
What a great way to end a night. Watch a nuclear reacted giant lizard destroy a city either just to destroy it or by saving it from other monsters such a a three headed lizard (King Ghidora, and his return as Mecha-King Ghidora), a mutant plant monster (Biollante), an alien like creature (Destroyah) an alien frozen version of him self (Space Godzilla) a robot (Gigan) giant bat thing (Rodan(incidentally, Rodan was my worst nightmare as a kid. He was the one thing in all the movies that scared the crap out of me and I hated watching the movies with him in it.)) and also he fought things trying to save Tokyo such as MechaGodzilla, (a human powered mechanical Godzilla), and Mothra, (giant moth).
When I was growing up, watching this in my impressionable years, no one was stronger than him. No one could beat him. Tokyo just had to take it until he got bored and went home. His roar was more powerful than Mufasa's. The way his spines would glow right before he wasted the world with his nuclear blast. He was just awesome to me. Nobody could take out this amazing radioactive dinosaur.
Though, I feel it is worth pointing out, that for all the love I had for this city smashing dino, I also feared him. I was afraid of his massive self showing up in rural Ohio and taking us down to kill some time. The nights would be filled with hauntings of the sound of him and every creak was him coming for us. Though the fear there was nothing compared to the fear of Rodan. A freaking giant bat that was bloodthirsty. I couldn't handle that. There was no way I could survive the night with something like that loose in the world. My only hope was, if Rodan came for me, Godzilla would be there too to save me. Not because he cared, but because he's the world's biggest bully with a huge chip on his shoulder and he'd just happen to be there at the right time to protect us. That's what my little mind reasoned out.
Godzilla kicked butt and inspired a little kid like me to be destructive and intense in all I do. Probably not the best message from a childhood hero, but it's done me well so far in life.
My childhood hero was none other than the unstoppable Godzilla. I grew up watching the subbed and sometimes dubbed versions of his movies. I spent the whole movies waiting for the moment he'd finally appear on screen to kick the crap out of Tokyo or fight the other monster kicking the crap out of Tokyo. He was technically the antagonist of the movie, but I still loved him. My brothers and I had all the toys and everything. Every night, Godzilla was our bedtime story. Jaime would have us all in his and Mom's room on the bed and put one in. Some nights we drove 45 minutes to the mall just to buy a new one. I was so young that I glazed over the story lines and actual plot, sometimes falling asleep, but I'd always be alert in time for the music to play Godzilla on screen.
What a great way to end a night. Watch a nuclear reacted giant lizard destroy a city either just to destroy it or by saving it from other monsters such a a three headed lizard (King Ghidora, and his return as Mecha-King Ghidora), a mutant plant monster (Biollante), an alien like creature (Destroyah) an alien frozen version of him self (Space Godzilla) a robot (Gigan) giant bat thing (Rodan(incidentally, Rodan was my worst nightmare as a kid. He was the one thing in all the movies that scared the crap out of me and I hated watching the movies with him in it.)) and also he fought things trying to save Tokyo such as MechaGodzilla, (a human powered mechanical Godzilla), and Mothra, (giant moth).
When I was growing up, watching this in my impressionable years, no one was stronger than him. No one could beat him. Tokyo just had to take it until he got bored and went home. His roar was more powerful than Mufasa's. The way his spines would glow right before he wasted the world with his nuclear blast. He was just awesome to me. Nobody could take out this amazing radioactive dinosaur.
Though, I feel it is worth pointing out, that for all the love I had for this city smashing dino, I also feared him. I was afraid of his massive self showing up in rural Ohio and taking us down to kill some time. The nights would be filled with hauntings of the sound of him and every creak was him coming for us. Though the fear there was nothing compared to the fear of Rodan. A freaking giant bat that was bloodthirsty. I couldn't handle that. There was no way I could survive the night with something like that loose in the world. My only hope was, if Rodan came for me, Godzilla would be there too to save me. Not because he cared, but because he's the world's biggest bully with a huge chip on his shoulder and he'd just happen to be there at the right time to protect us. That's what my little mind reasoned out.
Godzilla kicked butt and inspired a little kid like me to be destructive and intense in all I do. Probably not the best message from a childhood hero, but it's done me well so far in life.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Counting Backwards; Harder Than It Seems
So today Michelle and I were trying to figure out how old her dog is. She remembers getting Pip, her chawiener, (half wiener dog, half chihuahua. Makes for a short, long dog with bug eyes that licks you way too much and pees whenever you touch it. Or in my case she will pee even if I'm just pointing at her..), two days before we started 7th grade. Now we just need to figure out what year that was. Our conversation then goes like this:
Now I had yet to see my mistake in counting yet. Until 20 minutes later when I have a realization.
And thus we finally had our answer. I hate having to count backwards. Especially school years like that. Since theres always two different calendar years to one school year I'm always wrong. People seem to be able to tell you the exact years they were in what grade, or at least the year they started school. I can't do that. It takes twenty minutes of counting around to figure it out.
It's not only years. I can't count my age for any grade either. I only know the age I am now in the grade I'm in now. Unless it's right after my birthday, then I always forget to add a year. I'm envious of people that can go, "oh I was 8 that year, cause I was in 3rd grade." I'm just like O.O when people say things like that. I'm like "I was 8 sometime in my life. I'm 19 now, so I had to be 8 at some point. And I'm in college so I was in the 3rd grade before. If those two events collided, well that'd be convenient."
People usually just look at me weird after that. I just have nooo idea how old I was at various times in my life. I don't know how old I was for family vacations, just that I wasn't old enough to remember them. I don't know how old I was when I learned to ride a bike, just that it happened. (I just want to say, my parents did not teach me how to ride, nor did my brothers. One day I just got on the stupid bike and went for like 3 feet fell over and went inside happy. After that I never really had problems. Except for that one huge crash. It wasn't my fault, it was my dad's. He grabbed my handlebars. And no, I don't know how old I was.)
I guess I'll just have to make up a handy pocket guide to my ages and school years. Just whip it out when I need it, which is more often than I should. (That sounds a little dirty, and I giggled like a little girl when rereading it. Which is the only reason I'm keeping that in.) But hopefully, being able to count this stuff never becomes vitally important, like life or death because I can't do it. I'm content to know that at some point, I was that young, and at some time I was in those grades. It's close enough and good enough for me.
"Well you're a freshman in college, count back. 6."-me
"for some reason I feel like I need to draw a picture to figure this one out"-Michelle
" Haha, 2005. It was fall of 05 if my counting's right, 6 school years." (It's not right)
"so shes 6?"
"It's 2010 Michelle. 5+5=10"
"oh, i thought this was 11.........cause it would be when we get out of here. what the heck. my brain is not on."
Now I had yet to see my mistake in counting yet. Until 20 minutes later when I have a realization.
"We started 7th grade in 2004. James graduated in 2006. We were in 8th grade. So 7th in 04. 04-10 is then 6 years."
"ohhh"
And thus we finally had our answer. I hate having to count backwards. Especially school years like that. Since theres always two different calendar years to one school year I'm always wrong. People seem to be able to tell you the exact years they were in what grade, or at least the year they started school. I can't do that. It takes twenty minutes of counting around to figure it out.
It's not only years. I can't count my age for any grade either. I only know the age I am now in the grade I'm in now. Unless it's right after my birthday, then I always forget to add a year. I'm envious of people that can go, "oh I was 8 that year, cause I was in 3rd grade." I'm just like O.O when people say things like that. I'm like "I was 8 sometime in my life. I'm 19 now, so I had to be 8 at some point. And I'm in college so I was in the 3rd grade before. If those two events collided, well that'd be convenient."
People usually just look at me weird after that. I just have nooo idea how old I was at various times in my life. I don't know how old I was for family vacations, just that I wasn't old enough to remember them. I don't know how old I was when I learned to ride a bike, just that it happened. (I just want to say, my parents did not teach me how to ride, nor did my brothers. One day I just got on the stupid bike and went for like 3 feet fell over and went inside happy. After that I never really had problems. Except for that one huge crash. It wasn't my fault, it was my dad's. He grabbed my handlebars. And no, I don't know how old I was.)
I guess I'll just have to make up a handy pocket guide to my ages and school years. Just whip it out when I need it, which is more often than I should. (That sounds a little dirty, and I giggled like a little girl when rereading it. Which is the only reason I'm keeping that in.) But hopefully, being able to count this stuff never becomes vitally important, like life or death because I can't do it. I'm content to know that at some point, I was that young, and at some time I was in those grades. It's close enough and good enough for me.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Friday Nights
So I found myself alone this Friday night (not that unusual). My normal crew is probably drinking tonight and my roommate is always gone until Sunday. Homework's done and I don't feel like working ahead. My sleeps not behind tonight so, I started to play with my hair. Something I never do. It's just not something that interests me. I figured worst to worst it would give me something to blog about. So I took some pictures with my crappy webcam for you guys, turned up my Owl City playlist and risked loosing my hands in the curly mess.
So I started out with my hair like this.
I wandered through my hair things box to find out I still own my kitty ears!! Playing ensured for a while before continuation of my hair project.
hehe I just love the kitty ears!
This was two hair clips, to create two separate messes of curls.
Two buns on my head with more hair just down.
From the top.
Two buns turned to 4. Now the back of my heads like a 4 leaf clover!
It's hard to see, but it is there. Now, I found this next thing in my hair stuff box.
WHAT IS THIS?? Does anyone know?? I don't even know what it is, let alone how to use it... Moving on..
This is an elegant look. More angles down below.
The nature curls are helpful when going for elegance.
That becomes more evident from the back. Now the best part about this? I only used bobby pins. How many? Well I don't know how many went in, but I've pulled out 18. More could have been eaten by my hair. I'm not sure. We will never know.
The ribbons show more how its elegant.
The butt in the background is my roommate. She came in while I was doing this and started dying her hair with two other girls. I think she shows up in another picture.
Yup there she is.
Two hair sticks to make two buns! They were kinda tight, and hurt.
One hair stick, half my hair. Not too shabby. And thus we come to my favorite one;
PANDA!! Isn't he adorable? I adopted him from the Columbus Zoo this past summer. He's been protecting me while I sleep ever since. I get to hug his soft furry body, and he keeps people from intruding coming near me. It's a good deal.
I guess in retrospect I didn't really do that much with my hair. I got bored actually during the bobby pins. The last few I threw together in a couple seconds for bulk. I'm just not a hair person. I hope you get more enjoyment out of it than I did in the end.
I need a haircut...
hehe I just love the kitty ears!
This was two hair clips, to create two separate messes of curls.
Two buns on my head with more hair just down.
Two buns turned to 4. Now the back of my heads like a 4 leaf clover!
It's hard to see, but it is there. Now, I found this next thing in my hair stuff box.
WHAT IS THIS?? Does anyone know?? I don't even know what it is, let alone how to use it... Moving on..
This is an elegant look. More angles down below.
The nature curls are helpful when going for elegance.
That becomes more evident from the back. Now the best part about this? I only used bobby pins. How many? Well I don't know how many went in, but I've pulled out 18. More could have been eaten by my hair. I'm not sure. We will never know.
The ribbons show more how its elegant.
The butt in the background is my roommate. She came in while I was doing this and started dying her hair with two other girls. I think she shows up in another picture.
Yup there she is.
Two hair sticks to make two buns! They were kinda tight, and hurt.
One hair stick, half my hair. Not too shabby. And thus we come to my favorite one;
PANDA!! Isn't he adorable? I adopted him from the Columbus Zoo this past summer. He's been protecting me while I sleep ever since. I get to hug his soft furry body, and he keeps people from intruding coming near me. It's a good deal.
I guess in retrospect I didn't really do that much with my hair. I got bored actually during the bobby pins. The last few I threw together in a couple seconds for bulk. I'm just not a hair person. I hope you get more enjoyment out of it than I did in the end.
I need a haircut...
Monday, November 1, 2010
A KFC buffet and my first trip to a hospital.
So as you can probably guess I'm sick. It has been a crazy time leading up to this point.
So Friday, after Spanish class in the morning I had a few hours (4) of downtime before my next class. I ended up falling asleep. I woke up in time for class and realized something was amiss. My head was throbbing. This is something completely new for me. I have never really had a headache before. I didn't know what to do or how to cope. So I went to class and suffered the entire time.
I came home and attempted to start to sleep it off. I made it about an hour before I remembered a friend was taking me to walmart soon and I had to go meet him. I walked down to the basement to find four of the guys getting ready to leave. They were going to KFC. Not just any KFC. The one in Greenville because it has a buffet. I was in before Scott finished the sentence. Off we went, and I texted the other guy that I wasn't going with him anymore to Walmart.
So off we go. And go. and go. Nobody knows where we're going. So I break out my phone for navigating. No service. Another guy breaks out his, service but we miss a turn, he loses service in time for recalculating. Now Greenville is in the direction of where I live. I know at least how to get home. And I know I will have service if we go this way. earlier it had been asked if 27 was the same as 127, and being sarcastic me, I said, "yeah just with a 1 in front.." There was discrepancies but finally we just turn around and go back into Oxford to go the route I know and my phone gets service enough that we can follow it.
An hour later we finally get to KFC. 3 plates each, we head back. My headache can't decide if it wants to throb or subside. I sleep the entire ride home on Chris's back. We get back to Oxford a little after 8 and I stumble upstairs and basically just spend the rest of the night half asleep, half awake.
The next morning, I wake up with the headache still, and cold shivers like a drug addict. I took my temp and it' was over 100. Great. Just 101 so not too bad. Yet. I work on sleeping it off, and posting my hours. Around 10am I decide maybe I should go to the clinic. So I text the one person that tells me to text her for these things. She doesn't respond for 4 hours, because she's in rehearsal. Around 2, I recheck my temp and it's at 102.2. I think that it's probably time to really get to the clinic. that's across the campus. I wrap myself in a blanket and waddle downstairs to the basement. As I had hoped a few of the guys are all gathered down there. I ask them if one of them can give me a ride. After about ten minutes, Scot says he will and off we go. He drops me at the clinic and I tell him to go back home, cause I don't know how long it will take, and I can just text Jenna when I need a ride back.
He leaves, and I go to the door. This is when I learn the heard truth. The clinic is closed on weekends. They give a number for a hospital. The number is disconnected. Seriously?? I don't have a number for Scot and I don't know where the hospital is. I text Jenna asking her and after a while she sends Scot back to get me. I'm passed out on the sidewalk wrapped up in my blanket by time he gets there. He drops me at the hospital and we go through the same drill. Good thing too. I'm there for hours.
So I get in there and they send me to the urgent car/emergency room area. There's quite a few people there, and not even students. I have to fill out all this stuff, as I've never been there before and have to go wait. I find one of the last chairs and realize I'm very thirsty. I spied a vending machine and go for it. All they have is pop, which I don't drink, and only take money, which I don't have. Only a credit card. I go back to my seat defeated, to find some girls had come in, and taken it. I lean up against a wall and just sit down, wrapped in my blanket.
I only have to wait like 10 minutes or so, before the nurse calls me in. She takes my blood pressure and everything, and while going through the questions, she gives me a death look when I say there's no chance I'm pregnant. I mean, really? A death look? Do I look like someone that's sleeping around? Is it just because I'm a student at Miami? What could really constitute that look?
In the end she gives me some pills and sends me to another room. Another nurse comes in and has me change into a gown. I don't know how many of you have had this experience of changing into a hospital gown, but alone and sick and shivering, it's next to impossible. there's like a string on the bottom and on at the top for tying, something's like folding, I can't get passed my hair, I was all stages of lost. Bows kept untying, so I had to just double knot it. I crawled into the bed, which was a lot more comfortable than I was expecting, and just waited for the nurse to come back.
After some breathing tests and stuff, and some water, the doctor comes in and announces they want to test me for influenza. This is the only thing he thinks it could be. Influenza. He's stumped because I'm not throwing up nor frequenting the bathroom. So of course it could be influenza... To test for influenza, they have to stick this extra long Q-tip up farther in my nose, than anything should be. Not just stick it up there, but twist it around and everything for a while. This freaking hurts! I wanted to cry. Then, they also want a urine sample, to test for something else.
I'm not to down with the sample but it's gotta be done. Luckily, the hardest part was walking to the bathroom in a gown trying not to flash anyone. I then get to play the waiting game and even fall asleep for a while. Both tests come out negative so they decide I just have a virus and come back if I throw up green stuff. Um, what?? Throwing up green stuff. Are they experiencing a lot of this right now?? Are other people throwing up green stuff in other rooms at this moment? Is it radioactive? What's going on? But anyway, they tell me to buy Motricine or Advil and send me off.
Scot comes and gets me, takes me to Walgreens and I spend the rest of the weekend in bed. Monday's looking the same. My fever only goes down when I'm drugged, but not being a natural drug taker, I never remember to take them, until I'm shivering with a fever again. It's a horrible cycle. Let's see how long it lasts.
An hour later we finally get to KFC. 3 plates each, we head back. My headache can't decide if it wants to throb or subside. I sleep the entire ride home on Chris's back. We get back to Oxford a little after 8 and I stumble upstairs and basically just spend the rest of the night half asleep, half awake.
The next morning, I wake up with the headache still, and cold shivers like a drug addict. I took my temp and it' was over 100. Great. Just 101 so not too bad. Yet. I work on sleeping it off, and posting my hours. Around 10am I decide maybe I should go to the clinic. So I text the one person that tells me to text her for these things. She doesn't respond for 4 hours, because she's in rehearsal. Around 2, I recheck my temp and it's at 102.2. I think that it's probably time to really get to the clinic. that's across the campus. I wrap myself in a blanket and waddle downstairs to the basement. As I had hoped a few of the guys are all gathered down there. I ask them if one of them can give me a ride. After about ten minutes, Scot says he will and off we go. He drops me at the clinic and I tell him to go back home, cause I don't know how long it will take, and I can just text Jenna when I need a ride back.
He leaves, and I go to the door. This is when I learn the heard truth. The clinic is closed on weekends. They give a number for a hospital. The number is disconnected. Seriously?? I don't have a number for Scot and I don't know where the hospital is. I text Jenna asking her and after a while she sends Scot back to get me. I'm passed out on the sidewalk wrapped up in my blanket by time he gets there. He drops me at the hospital and we go through the same drill. Good thing too. I'm there for hours.
So I get in there and they send me to the urgent car/emergency room area. There's quite a few people there, and not even students. I have to fill out all this stuff, as I've never been there before and have to go wait. I find one of the last chairs and realize I'm very thirsty. I spied a vending machine and go for it. All they have is pop, which I don't drink, and only take money, which I don't have. Only a credit card. I go back to my seat defeated, to find some girls had come in, and taken it. I lean up against a wall and just sit down, wrapped in my blanket.
I only have to wait like 10 minutes or so, before the nurse calls me in. She takes my blood pressure and everything, and while going through the questions, she gives me a death look when I say there's no chance I'm pregnant. I mean, really? A death look? Do I look like someone that's sleeping around? Is it just because I'm a student at Miami? What could really constitute that look?
In the end she gives me some pills and sends me to another room. Another nurse comes in and has me change into a gown. I don't know how many of you have had this experience of changing into a hospital gown, but alone and sick and shivering, it's next to impossible. there's like a string on the bottom and on at the top for tying, something's like folding, I can't get passed my hair, I was all stages of lost. Bows kept untying, so I had to just double knot it. I crawled into the bed, which was a lot more comfortable than I was expecting, and just waited for the nurse to come back.
After some breathing tests and stuff, and some water, the doctor comes in and announces they want to test me for influenza. This is the only thing he thinks it could be. Influenza. He's stumped because I'm not throwing up nor frequenting the bathroom. So of course it could be influenza... To test for influenza, they have to stick this extra long Q-tip up farther in my nose, than anything should be. Not just stick it up there, but twist it around and everything for a while. This freaking hurts! I wanted to cry. Then, they also want a urine sample, to test for something else.
I'm not to down with the sample but it's gotta be done. Luckily, the hardest part was walking to the bathroom in a gown trying not to flash anyone. I then get to play the waiting game and even fall asleep for a while. Both tests come out negative so they decide I just have a virus and come back if I throw up green stuff. Um, what?? Throwing up green stuff. Are they experiencing a lot of this right now?? Are other people throwing up green stuff in other rooms at this moment? Is it radioactive? What's going on? But anyway, they tell me to buy Motricine or Advil and send me off.
Scot comes and gets me, takes me to Walgreens and I spend the rest of the weekend in bed. Monday's looking the same. My fever only goes down when I'm drugged, but not being a natural drug taker, I never remember to take them, until I'm shivering with a fever again. It's a horrible cycle. Let's see how long it lasts.
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