Today was fun :)
Clare and I went with her dad and uncle to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I've always wanted to go there, seeing as this was the kind of music I was brought up listening to and still love the sounds of it. It was really cool, but I was disappointed to see a whole section devoted to Jimi Hendrix and barely anything about Led Zeppelin. They had one of John Paul Jones's bass guitars and a couple of band members' outfits. There were many Jimi Hendrix outfits, actual letters and songs handwritten from him, a recording station and much more. Yeah, Hendrix is awesome, but Zeppelin is better. They had a lot for Michael Jackson, too, including his Grammy outfit (he won 8 Grammys the night he wore it), his Thriller jacket and mask, and the infamous sparkle glove. There were some high school garage bands playing on the stage, and we listened to them for a bit. I must admit, they were really good, except for some of the girl singers. One did Piece of my Heart by Janis Joplin and I was blown away by this girl's pipes. She could belt it out very raspy Janis-like, and she was my age! Well, I immediately texted Bella and we decided that yes, her and I were going to start a band. Whether or not it goes anywhere, well, that's unknown. :)
Then we walked around Crocker Park, and it was only for an hour. I bought some underwear, a bag, and lip gloss from victoria's secret, and that's it. I soooo love Crocker Park to death. Even if most of it is high-end retailers whose merchandise start in the 3-figure range. Oh well.
Last night, after Christmas fun with my parents' friends and their kids, I went to a party at my friend Kate's house. I was pretty apprehensive about it, too, because I figured it was going to be all college kids (Kate is a freshman in college). Well, there were a couple high school kids there, but mostly people that graduated 2004-2008. I knew everyone except her roommates, who were friendly. No drinking or smoking or seven minutes in heaven or strip poker or anything of the sort. Her mom was there, too, just in a different part of the house. I got there an hour and a half after it started, and people were just sitting around talking. Then someone asked Kate if she had Twister. Yes, Twister, the games that ties you up in knots. Out of the 20-25 kids there, about 10 were trying to play Twister. Adam (who happens to be my Frosh Buddy's older and graduated brother, and REALLY cute) and I got out immediately in the first game because he toppled over me. Which I did not really mind :) The second round, however, it came down to me, him, Ian and Devon. Some interesting things happened and at one time I pretty much had Ian in my lap. It was fun though... I forgot how hard that game is, especially with a bunch of guys who have arms and legs long enough to reach over me! After everyone was worn out from that, someone got out a deck of Would You Rather cards, and we spent our time debating the pros and cons of dilemmas. Some were a bit racy, but overall, it was funny imagining some of the things. The party itself was great, and I didn't feel afraid that there would be drinking and smoking, nor was I ashamed of being a 'party pooper' for not commencing with the activities. It surprised me, too, that none of these taboos showed up, and I did stay late. It was a good time :)
Monday, December 29, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Nostalgia cures boredom (mostly) && mash-ups
In spite of this boredom, I am looking up random artists that I remember from the glory days (days when my sister and I had this love/hate relationship and our parents were together)
YouTube must think I'm crazy, but the playlist is as follows
(Give yourself a point for each song you remember, two points if you have a cd/cassette of the band, three if you know the lyrics, negative four if a poster of the band hangs in your room.)
*All or Nothing- O-Town
*The Hardest Thing (I've Ever Had to Do)- 98 Degrees
*Girl on TV- LFO
*Crazy Town- Butterfly
*Summer Girls- LFO
*Bye Bye Bye- N*SYNC
*I Want It That Way- Backstreet Boys
*Pretty much anything by Backstreet Boys or N*Sync
*Hit Me Baby (One More Time)- Britney Spears
*Tubthumping- Chumbawumba
*No More- 3LW
*Survivor- Destiny's Child
I fondly remember my sister and I singing along to these songs whenever they came on the radio. She would get so mad at me when she found her boy band books/cds/cassettes in my room. Yes, this was the hilt of Pop, 1999-2002. I was 6-9 years old and Kayla was 11-14. This was quite possibly the only thing we bonded over. I forgot how great this music is, yet how cheesy it is and wonder why Kayla and I drooled over TRL's broadcast of these 'cute' boy bands and whatnot.
I then found something called a 'video-mashup'. Watch for yourself, and tell me if this isn't amazing. This first one is my favorite and possibly the most well-done one. The second one is good too, but could use some work in the beginning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT5eJwgAtvY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQlH7WbnlJI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMhnFoq0TpE&feature=related
Enjoy :)
YouTube must think I'm crazy, but the playlist is as follows
(Give yourself a point for each song you remember, two points if you have a cd/cassette of the band, three if you know the lyrics, negative four if a poster of the band hangs in your room.)
*All or Nothing- O-Town
*The Hardest Thing (I've Ever Had to Do)- 98 Degrees
*Girl on TV- LFO
*Crazy Town- Butterfly
*Summer Girls- LFO
*Bye Bye Bye- N*SYNC
*I Want It That Way- Backstreet Boys
*Pretty much anything by Backstreet Boys or N*Sync
*Hit Me Baby (One More Time)- Britney Spears
*Tubthumping- Chumbawumba
*No More- 3LW
*Survivor- Destiny's Child
I fondly remember my sister and I singing along to these songs whenever they came on the radio. She would get so mad at me when she found her boy band books/cds/cassettes in my room. Yes, this was the hilt of Pop, 1999-2002. I was 6-9 years old and Kayla was 11-14. This was quite possibly the only thing we bonded over. I forgot how great this music is, yet how cheesy it is and wonder why Kayla and I drooled over TRL's broadcast of these 'cute' boy bands and whatnot.
I then found something called a 'video-mashup'. Watch for yourself, and tell me if this isn't amazing. This first one is my favorite and possibly the most well-done one. The second one is good too, but could use some work in the beginning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT5eJwgAtvY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQlH7WbnlJI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMhnFoq0TpE&feature=related
Enjoy :)
An interesting day at work && unfair-(but for my own good, I suppose)ness.
Well, I worked my 11-5 shift today at the wonderful world of Wendy's. I cannot complain, I have a job in this rough economic depression, I make way more than minimum wage, and it's 2.5 hours shorter than my usual 11-7:30.
Actually, some days are quite interesting solely due to the people who pay a visit to this franchise.
Take today for example.
I worked drive-through pick up window instead of my normal front register (It was extremely slow for dining room, I suppose people did not want to be cooped inside when the weather channel boasted temperatures of 60 degrees-plus) coordinating (read: making sure everything is in bags so customers don't come barging in wondering where their napkins/ketchup/nuggets/receipt/etc are, filling drinks, getting fries, etc... and passing it out of the window) for almost the whole time spent not on break (which were plentiful, due to slow business). Among many well-known people coming through (8th grade principal... who I had visited many times during my year at Jackson....he remembers me fondly.)(Father of my other future husband, who just happens to teach at my highschool. What is it with seeing teachers at work?!)(A girl from choir. Who has great hair. Her name is Katie.), guests were very pleasant, possibly solely because they were able to leave their windows down after driving away and not freeze to death. Then she came. SHE. The woman that every fast-food chain knows very well. The woman who is not happy with prices. She came through and cussed out the person on speaker (Thankfully, this time around, was NOT me!) because, I quote, we aine got no dolla menyah. I couldn't stop laughing. She threated to sue us because 'all duh ofver wenny's got dolla menyahs but we aine got none'. Yeah, this woman threw a fit. Kim tried explaining that there was nothing she could do about it, and that none of the Wendy's in our town had a dollar menu. The woman blatantly threw out all 13 taboos to the speaker, and asked her passenger what she wanted. She ordered a couple sandwiches, complained about the price, paid, and came to my window. I had to supress giggles as she called me some dirty names and drove off.
Anyway, I came home and changed and whatnot, and kicked back on the couch watching tv with my parents. They asked why I was home on a Saturday night. I asked them if I could go out, and they wanted to know with who and where. I asked if I could call up this boy I have been talking to and see if he was busy. Their response: Who? I explained it was Jordan's friend Zac. They asked if he had invited me, or was I going to call him and invite him to do something? The second, of course, since he was informed by myself that I had to work today.
So why am I at home by myself? Because chasing boys like this isn't very becoming.
Since when have I ever been becoming?! If this boy is too shy to call and ask if I'm home, how am I supposed to be able to hang out with him if I can't invite him? Bahhh. Well, whatever.
Actually, some days are quite interesting solely due to the people who pay a visit to this franchise.
Take today for example.
I worked drive-through pick up window instead of my normal front register (It was extremely slow for dining room, I suppose people did not want to be cooped inside when the weather channel boasted temperatures of 60 degrees-plus) coordinating (read: making sure everything is in bags so customers don't come barging in wondering where their napkins/ketchup/nuggets/receipt/etc are, filling drinks, getting fries, etc... and passing it out of the window) for almost the whole time spent not on break (which were plentiful, due to slow business). Among many well-known people coming through (8th grade principal... who I had visited many times during my year at Jackson....he remembers me fondly.)(Father of my other future husband, who just happens to teach at my highschool. What is it with seeing teachers at work?!)(A girl from choir. Who has great hair. Her name is Katie.), guests were very pleasant, possibly solely because they were able to leave their windows down after driving away and not freeze to death. Then she came. SHE. The woman that every fast-food chain knows very well. The woman who is not happy with prices. She came through and cussed out the person on speaker (Thankfully, this time around, was NOT me!) because, I quote, we aine got no dolla menyah. I couldn't stop laughing. She threated to sue us because 'all duh ofver wenny's got dolla menyahs but we aine got none'. Yeah, this woman threw a fit. Kim tried explaining that there was nothing she could do about it, and that none of the Wendy's in our town had a dollar menu. The woman blatantly threw out all 13 taboos to the speaker, and asked her passenger what she wanted. She ordered a couple sandwiches, complained about the price, paid, and came to my window. I had to supress giggles as she called me some dirty names and drove off.
Anyway, I came home and changed and whatnot, and kicked back on the couch watching tv with my parents. They asked why I was home on a Saturday night. I asked them if I could go out, and they wanted to know with who and where. I asked if I could call up this boy I have been talking to and see if he was busy. Their response: Who? I explained it was Jordan's friend Zac. They asked if he had invited me, or was I going to call him and invite him to do something? The second, of course, since he was informed by myself that I had to work today.
So why am I at home by myself? Because chasing boys like this isn't very becoming.
Since when have I ever been becoming?! If this boy is too shy to call and ask if I'm home, how am I supposed to be able to hang out with him if I can't invite him? Bahhh. Well, whatever.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Christmas to all...
And to all, a goodnight.
What I received commemorating Jesus's birth...
*Varsity coat (what I really wanted)
*Complete Works of Shakespeare DVD (the play we did, only professionally performed)
*Set of Classical Orchestra music (It was one of the 4 things on my Christmas list)
*A very soft, warm, green, fleece blanket for my bed (that sentence fragment is grammatically incorrect.)
*Sketch journal/sketch pen set (How my parents know I like to write and draw is beyond me. I assume they scour my room and come across such things)
*A SLED!!!! (the only one we own is one of those old-school wooden and metal flyers. They run very fast and give me bruises from toppling over at the bottom of the hill at Mills Creek. This one is all plastic and foam... no more bruises!)
*Borat DVD/T-shirt (my parents bought this for me?!?!?!?!)
*The Dark Knight (my sister is my favorite person now)
*Grand Theft Auto 3-game set (once again, from MY parents?!?!?!?! yessss!)
*Wireless headphones (okay, so they were really cheap on sale on Black Friday. I might not have much use, but when something is on sale, you have to buy it!)
*The Best Shirt Ever (It says, 'I'm too pretty to go to Michigan!', which is very true, and ironic, seeing as my parents were a bit displeased that I refused to attend The University of Michigan, even though it has a brilliant English program, solely because I was a Buckeye fan.)
*A long sleeved shirt with paint-splatter drums on the front (It's very artsy. I like.)
*Lots and lots of gum. And then more gum. And chocolate (which was then re-wrapped and given to my aunt, haha.)
*Body Lotion/Bubble Bath/Shower Gel/Body Shimmer/fill-in-the-blank cosmetic (which is typical of relatives who have no other clue what to get for a teenage niece/granddaughter that they only see on Christmas. I do enjoy these things, though.)
*A Magic 'Date' Ball. (Not an 8-ball, but the 'romantic love' spin-off. My aunt gave me permission to use it even though she knew I would use it only in private consultation. I rolled my eyes and told her I wouldn't consult plastic concerning matters of such importance. She said she didn't believe me.)(Okay, she was right, and it told me that my friend and I are meant to be. Yes! But don't tell anyone, especially not her. I do NOT believe in this piece of plastic.)(Okay, yes, I do.)
*School sweaters. Yay. (Actually, they ARE really cute. I think I'm going to wear one outside of school.)
*Shoes! (A pair of addidas, they have memory-foam in the bottom and are narrow-sized! perfect! and they were $12 clearance... awesome!)(A pair of black dressy thongs [not the underwear, mind you.] that i so would rock with a pair of shorts or the new mini i just bought. yay shoes! this makes almost 60 pairs now...)
*Hot cocoa set (like two pounds of hot cocoa mix, and a spoon! My dad knows this is my favorite.)
*Socks. Pink and white socks. (Hey, everyone has to get socks for Christmas. And they will go great with my new addidas. You go, Dad.)
*Tootsie Roll Bank (My sister and I have gotten these from my Dad for every year since I can remember. I love them to death, but it's the only time I will eat Tootsie Rolls.)
*Nail Polish. (From my cousins, who were very upset that I got the nail polish they wanted in a family gift-game the year before. Maybe it's an apology. Maybe they didn't realize the irony. I don't care, I like it.)
*A Coach wristlet. (I started shaking when I saw the gift box. From my Aunt Sandy, who works for Coach. Oh. My. Gosh. !!!)
*Money. (This goes toward a new pair of Converse, maybe an iPod touch, Right-to-Life March, Steubenville, World Youth Day 2011, et cetera...)
So, so far, I have made out well with my mom/uncle's side, my dad's side, and my family. All that is left is my aunt's side of the family. Christmas, I assess, has been very nice. Although my mother isn't able to provide my sister and I with gifts, it matters not to me. I love her all the same, and this holiday really isn't about the material matters, but yet, celebrating the birth of hope.
What, perhaps, was the best though, is that my visit to my aunt's house wasn't too bad. Grampa John (who really is just my Grandma's boyfriend that she has been with since I can remember) and I pretty much sat together and talked about church the whole 2 hours I was there. We both really like Deacon Kishore and Fr. Dave. I told him about playing drums for Lifeteen and the success of Lifenights. He was impressed, and plans to attend a LifeTeen mass. I'm excited. I didn't really talk to the rest of my family, but they didn't seem interested in talking to me either, so I didn't take much offense. But they were friendly, and all commented on 'how much I've grown' and 'how beautiful of a lady I have become' and whatnot. My dad reminded me, once again, that if ever I needed birth control or any other products of the nature, he would provide them to me at no cost without questioning. Gee, thanks Dad, Merry Christmas to you too. I don't think he realizes that unlike many girls at SHS, I'm not into that stuff. I told him I would keep him posted. After leaving there, I got to go back to my dad's apartment and see his new kitty. Her name is Lucky, and she has a limp. My dad hates cats, but loves this one. She is absolutely adorable, with her tabby striping and long hair and bushy tail. I fell in love with her immediately. After unwrapping presents there, my sister dropped me off at my (nice) Grandma's. I pigged out there on food my Aunt Sandy prepared (delicious hors d'ourves and mandarin almond salad) and had some laughs with Grandma. My uncle and I visited Aunt Mary at work, and went home. He made supper and I brought all the presents up from the basement. I watched The Dark Knight and talked to Matt (Go Matt!) on the phone for an hour or so until Aunt Mary got home from work. We ate dinner together (as though I hadn't eaten enough that day, somehow, I was starving come dinnertime. Shepard's pie cured this, however.) and proceeded to the living room.
Presents were unwrapped. Joy was shared. Happiness warmed the house.
And thus, here I am, wrapped up in this new sense of warmth called a blanket with a cup of tradition named hot cocoa, typing this blog, and I am more than happy that I have a loving family, be they not my father and mother, a safe home, presents under the tree (that are now scattered), food on my table, amazing friends (I love you guys), an education, and most importantly, a loving and all-sacrificing God. The ground may not be blanketed in snow, the electric blanket I asked for may not be there, my family may be dysfunctional and not perfect, my stomach might be bloated from over-consumption, but I am happy.
P.S.- I feel a little guilty for a reason. My cat only received one present from Santa (but the dog got three?!), a catnip toy that needed assembly (really, what cat toy needs assembly? Geez Santa....) that I attempted to assemble for her as she stared at me with a look of impatience, much like a child watching their parents try to figure out how to work a new toy. It required unscrewing part of it and filling it with the included catnip. Simple enough, right?
Not.
I broke it. :( I feel really bad for my cat. I gave her the bag of catnip, and she seemed pleased with that, but her toy that made her work for it was now useless plastic. Her only Christmas present, and I broke it. I guess I will have to let her have full use of my new blanket tonight to make it up to her. I'm sorry, OC Kitty. Really, I am.
Merry Christmas!
What I received commemorating Jesus's birth...
*Varsity coat (what I really wanted)
*Complete Works of Shakespeare DVD (the play we did, only professionally performed)
*Set of Classical Orchestra music (It was one of the 4 things on my Christmas list)
*A very soft, warm, green, fleece blanket for my bed (that sentence fragment is grammatically incorrect.)
*Sketch journal/sketch pen set (How my parents know I like to write and draw is beyond me. I assume they scour my room and come across such things)
*A SLED!!!! (the only one we own is one of those old-school wooden and metal flyers. They run very fast and give me bruises from toppling over at the bottom of the hill at Mills Creek. This one is all plastic and foam... no more bruises!)
*Borat DVD/T-shirt (my parents bought this for me?!?!?!?!)
*The Dark Knight (my sister is my favorite person now)
*Grand Theft Auto 3-game set (once again, from MY parents?!?!?!?! yessss!)
*Wireless headphones (okay, so they were really cheap on sale on Black Friday. I might not have much use, but when something is on sale, you have to buy it!)
*The Best Shirt Ever (It says, 'I'm too pretty to go to Michigan!', which is very true, and ironic, seeing as my parents were a bit displeased that I refused to attend The University of Michigan, even though it has a brilliant English program, solely because I was a Buckeye fan.)
*A long sleeved shirt with paint-splatter drums on the front (It's very artsy. I like.)
*Lots and lots of gum. And then more gum. And chocolate (which was then re-wrapped and given to my aunt, haha.)
*Body Lotion/Bubble Bath/Shower Gel/Body Shimmer/fill-in-the-blank cosmetic (which is typical of relatives who have no other clue what to get for a teenage niece/granddaughter that they only see on Christmas. I do enjoy these things, though.)
*A Magic 'Date' Ball. (Not an 8-ball, but the 'romantic love' spin-off. My aunt gave me permission to use it even though she knew I would use it only in private consultation. I rolled my eyes and told her I wouldn't consult plastic concerning matters of such importance. She said she didn't believe me.)(Okay, she was right, and it told me that my friend and I are meant to be. Yes! But don't tell anyone, especially not her. I do NOT believe in this piece of plastic.)(Okay, yes, I do.)
*School sweaters. Yay. (Actually, they ARE really cute. I think I'm going to wear one outside of school.)
*Shoes! (A pair of addidas, they have memory-foam in the bottom and are narrow-sized! perfect! and they were $12 clearance... awesome!)(A pair of black dressy thongs [not the underwear, mind you.] that i so would rock with a pair of shorts or the new mini i just bought. yay shoes! this makes almost 60 pairs now...)
*Hot cocoa set (like two pounds of hot cocoa mix, and a spoon! My dad knows this is my favorite.)
*Socks. Pink and white socks. (Hey, everyone has to get socks for Christmas. And they will go great with my new addidas. You go, Dad.)
*Tootsie Roll Bank (My sister and I have gotten these from my Dad for every year since I can remember. I love them to death, but it's the only time I will eat Tootsie Rolls.)
*Nail Polish. (From my cousins, who were very upset that I got the nail polish they wanted in a family gift-game the year before. Maybe it's an apology. Maybe they didn't realize the irony. I don't care, I like it.)
*A Coach wristlet. (I started shaking when I saw the gift box. From my Aunt Sandy, who works for Coach. Oh. My. Gosh. !!!)
*Money. (This goes toward a new pair of Converse, maybe an iPod touch, Right-to-Life March, Steubenville, World Youth Day 2011, et cetera...)
So, so far, I have made out well with my mom/uncle's side, my dad's side, and my family. All that is left is my aunt's side of the family. Christmas, I assess, has been very nice. Although my mother isn't able to provide my sister and I with gifts, it matters not to me. I love her all the same, and this holiday really isn't about the material matters, but yet, celebrating the birth of hope.
What, perhaps, was the best though, is that my visit to my aunt's house wasn't too bad. Grampa John (who really is just my Grandma's boyfriend that she has been with since I can remember) and I pretty much sat together and talked about church the whole 2 hours I was there. We both really like Deacon Kishore and Fr. Dave. I told him about playing drums for Lifeteen and the success of Lifenights. He was impressed, and plans to attend a LifeTeen mass. I'm excited. I didn't really talk to the rest of my family, but they didn't seem interested in talking to me either, so I didn't take much offense. But they were friendly, and all commented on 'how much I've grown' and 'how beautiful of a lady I have become' and whatnot. My dad reminded me, once again, that if ever I needed birth control or any other products of the nature, he would provide them to me at no cost without questioning. Gee, thanks Dad, Merry Christmas to you too. I don't think he realizes that unlike many girls at SHS, I'm not into that stuff. I told him I would keep him posted. After leaving there, I got to go back to my dad's apartment and see his new kitty. Her name is Lucky, and she has a limp. My dad hates cats, but loves this one. She is absolutely adorable, with her tabby striping and long hair and bushy tail. I fell in love with her immediately. After unwrapping presents there, my sister dropped me off at my (nice) Grandma's. I pigged out there on food my Aunt Sandy prepared (delicious hors d'ourves and mandarin almond salad) and had some laughs with Grandma. My uncle and I visited Aunt Mary at work, and went home. He made supper and I brought all the presents up from the basement. I watched The Dark Knight and talked to Matt (Go Matt!) on the phone for an hour or so until Aunt Mary got home from work. We ate dinner together (as though I hadn't eaten enough that day, somehow, I was starving come dinnertime. Shepard's pie cured this, however.) and proceeded to the living room.
Presents were unwrapped. Joy was shared. Happiness warmed the house.
And thus, here I am, wrapped up in this new sense of warmth called a blanket with a cup of tradition named hot cocoa, typing this blog, and I am more than happy that I have a loving family, be they not my father and mother, a safe home, presents under the tree (that are now scattered), food on my table, amazing friends (I love you guys), an education, and most importantly, a loving and all-sacrificing God. The ground may not be blanketed in snow, the electric blanket I asked for may not be there, my family may be dysfunctional and not perfect, my stomach might be bloated from over-consumption, but I am happy.
P.S.- I feel a little guilty for a reason. My cat only received one present from Santa (but the dog got three?!), a catnip toy that needed assembly (really, what cat toy needs assembly? Geez Santa....) that I attempted to assemble for her as she stared at me with a look of impatience, much like a child watching their parents try to figure out how to work a new toy. It required unscrewing part of it and filling it with the included catnip. Simple enough, right?
Not.
I broke it. :( I feel really bad for my cat. I gave her the bag of catnip, and she seemed pleased with that, but her toy that made her work for it was now useless plastic. Her only Christmas present, and I broke it. I guess I will have to let her have full use of my new blanket tonight to make it up to her. I'm sorry, OC Kitty. Really, I am.
Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
4th post of the day...
Seeing as I have been online with this dumb ACT registration, I thought it only fitting to take a break and announce the 4 colleges I submitted.
#1. The Ohio State University
#2. University of Kentucky
#3. Rutgers- The State University of New Jersey
#4. University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Majoring in:
*Secondary Education
*English Composition/Literature-General
*Radio/Television Mass Communications
Exactly as it appears from my profile.
Why, exactly, do I have to choose this now? Because my aunt wants me to. She doesn't want me to go to a college without knowing what I want to do like my cousins, and then have to pay for 'fluff' classes.
It makes sense. But it IS still ridiculous.
#1. The Ohio State University
#2. University of Kentucky
#3. Rutgers- The State University of New Jersey
#4. University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Majoring in:
*Secondary Education
*English Composition/Literature-General
*Radio/Television Mass Communications
Exactly as it appears from my profile.
Why, exactly, do I have to choose this now? Because my aunt wants me to. She doesn't want me to go to a college without knowing what I want to do like my cousins, and then have to pay for 'fluff' classes.
It makes sense. But it IS still ridiculous.
Kelli Lynn hates thinking about college.
Plain and simple.
I'm supposed to be choosing four colleges to put on my ACT send-to list for the February test.
#1. The Ohio State University
#2. Rutgers University (New Jersey)
#3.
#4.
How the heck am I supposed to know?
I know that I want to major in English/Secondary Education and/or Broadcasting/Mass Communications.
But it's just terrifying thinking that I have to decide NOW where I'm going with my life... I don't want to be at that point. The real world is knocking, and I'm afraid to open the door....
I can't go to Stanford; my parent's won't let me. That sucks. But maybe it's for the better... it IS very far away. And who knows? Maybe I can transfer after 1-2 years.
Bahh. I hate this part.
I'm supposed to be choosing four colleges to put on my ACT send-to list for the February test.
#1. The Ohio State University
#2. Rutgers University (New Jersey)
#3.
#4.
How the heck am I supposed to know?
I know that I want to major in English/Secondary Education and/or Broadcasting/Mass Communications.
But it's just terrifying thinking that I have to decide NOW where I'm going with my life... I don't want to be at that point. The real world is knocking, and I'm afraid to open the door....
I can't go to Stanford; my parent's won't let me. That sucks. But maybe it's for the better... it IS very far away. And who knows? Maybe I can transfer after 1-2 years.
Bahh. I hate this part.
Whaaatttt to wearrrrrr?
What to wear for Christmas Eve mass and then for Christmas Day?
I'm bitter it's not snowy out, because then I can't rock my boots :(
I could wear my favorite blue tunic dress, but I would want to wear my purple boots with it, but it's raining :(
I could just wear a sweater and black pants/cords, but that's too plain!
Grrr.....
I'm bitter it's not snowy out, because then I can't rock my boots :(
I could wear my favorite blue tunic dress, but I would want to wear my purple boots with it, but it's raining :(
I could just wear a sweater and black pants/cords, but that's too plain!
Grrr.....
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