Ah the dreaded return of the dentist.
Everyone has their irrational fears, phobias, blah blah woof woof. But some of us have more than a few. And I know that it's silly to be scared of so many stupid things, but in my defense... dentists are freaking terrifying. I'll admit to not being the best at brushing my teeth when I was a little kid, but now I'm paying for it over and over again with all the damage I inflicted upon my poor teeth almost a decade ago. So that sucks, every year it's a cavity or two, and another drill happy dentist who stabs me with sharp-ass metal picks and then drills my tooth into dust. And while the last couple have been nice enough, I'm getting tired of the judging, all the, "honey you really need to take better care of yourself,"s it's killing me because I'm so good at it now but apparently no one believes me. And the worst part is that even though they last couple haven't really hurt me much, my overall fear stems from the guy who never used painkillers, started drilling without either asking me if I was ok with it, ready for it, or even explaining why he was drilling, and then stabbed away at my gums with the pick things for good measure. So that's why now, two hours before I even have to go to my appointment, I'm shaking from the thought of having to sit there again while somebody looms over me with one of those damn picks. Blech.
So yeah there's one irrational fear down, and for all of you out there who understand my plight and sympathize with me, thanks. For all of you who don't, screw you, I don't like pain, ergo not a fan of the dentist, judge me not.
Any, there's probably another reason why I have crappy teeth, apparently I do the two things that dentists hate; I chew loads of gum (not the healthier sugar free kind) and I drink even more coffee, but I work at Starbucks, that kind of goes with the territory.
And SPEAKING of Starbucks, I love my job more than anything, even got promoted, but I hate the people who come in.
Here's why. This guy comes in right? He orders his drink that costs $3.50, and then pulls out a hundred because for some reason, people where I live have no concept of either credit cards or embarrassment at carrying around hundreds like it makes them important. Anyway, I tell him we don't have the cash to break that, so he sighs like it's a huge imposition, makes some smart ass little comment, and then... pulls out four ones!!!!!! And all I can think, is why the hell did he think it was better to try and pay for a drink with a huge bill when he had four f*****g dollars in his wallet in the first place!
The worst part about this, is that this kind of crap happens every.single.day. Sooooooo, if you go to Starbucks ever, and if you're human and don't live in a sinkhole somewhere, I'm sure you do, please show some common human decency. Please dear god, don't make our lives any more annoying then they have to be, remember, we are only paid to be nice to you! Unless of course you're nice to us, then we are nice to you for free.
Ok that's it, I'm out of stuff now. Have a nice day and pray that the dentist doesn't maim me.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Lines
Do any of you ever wonder where we came from?
I'm not talking bullshit like the "Big Bang" or anything like that, I'm not even talking philosophy or existentialism. What happened in the past that led to today.
My last post was two months ago, I lost track of time. That and I had so many other important things to worry about, like graduating high school, attempting to pass the SAT, even trying to start my college apps. None of those are looking so great right now, but at least I can say I'm trying. And that's how I lead up to this moment, right now, me typing on a keyboard.
Not a lot of us think about what led to the important moments, not a lot of us think about what led to the other, less specific, non-important parts. A person can go through their whole life without a clue of what happens step-by-step. And there are some who say that those steps don't matter, it's where you end up that's important.
I think that's crap.
Life sucks for the most part, you work, you work, and you work some more. You try and fail, you may succeed sometimes, but it isn't too likely an outcome. We all make mistakes, but some of us make a lot of them, to the point where the things we do right don't matter anymore. Some make it big, live the dream, but for the most part life just spirals downhill to the end, where we die... alone. I'm not being pessimistic, I know that there are things like love, and war, and kids, marriage, cohabitation, the whole nine yards. I know they matter somewhat in the long haul. But I have yet to see how it really makes any difference. Whether you eat or you starve, breathe or suffocate, it doesn't matter. That's the thing, none of it matters. And while I know I sound like a pamphlet for suicide, I do have a point. I don't think it the end is what matters, I don't think it's the past, I don't even think it's the present. I think it's the thoughts, not "the thought that counts" I'm saying it's the energy buzzing in your head. I think it's some kind of mystical/scientific force that morphs and grows, manipulates and expands, makes us more than we really are, and then abandons us when we lose the ability to hold it. I don't know where it goes after our hearts stop beating, I don't know if it goes to a place that could be considered Heaven or Hell, I just know it's there. I have to know. Otherwise there isn't any point, and that would be a pamphlet for suicide.
Did you know that surgeons started out as necromancers? That's right, they worked on the dead, were considered banes of human existence. Da Vinci could probably be considered one of them, he cut up dead bodies in the dead of night, hoping to god that no one would discover him and execute him. Then there were those who used the knowledge of the necromancers before them to cut open the living, in small dirty dark rooms. Eventually, they got better, and better, and their students learned new things. The rooms got better, more light less scum. Eventually people discovered what infections were and learned about sterility. And now we have huge hospitals and the human life is extended beyond the small handful of years we were originally given. That's a path, that's energy, that's where it has to go. I don't know for sure, but I can sure as hell pray to any sort of deity that there is. The world will end some day, every human will eventually die out. But the energy will go on.
And I guess that's my point, that's what's great about life, not the future, not the past, not the present, it's what's out there; definitely not a pamphlet for suicide after all.
I'm not talking bullshit like the "Big Bang" or anything like that, I'm not even talking philosophy or existentialism. What happened in the past that led to today.
My last post was two months ago, I lost track of time. That and I had so many other important things to worry about, like graduating high school, attempting to pass the SAT, even trying to start my college apps. None of those are looking so great right now, but at least I can say I'm trying. And that's how I lead up to this moment, right now, me typing on a keyboard.
Not a lot of us think about what led to the important moments, not a lot of us think about what led to the other, less specific, non-important parts. A person can go through their whole life without a clue of what happens step-by-step. And there are some who say that those steps don't matter, it's where you end up that's important.
I think that's crap.
Life sucks for the most part, you work, you work, and you work some more. You try and fail, you may succeed sometimes, but it isn't too likely an outcome. We all make mistakes, but some of us make a lot of them, to the point where the things we do right don't matter anymore. Some make it big, live the dream, but for the most part life just spirals downhill to the end, where we die... alone. I'm not being pessimistic, I know that there are things like love, and war, and kids, marriage, cohabitation, the whole nine yards. I know they matter somewhat in the long haul. But I have yet to see how it really makes any difference. Whether you eat or you starve, breathe or suffocate, it doesn't matter. That's the thing, none of it matters. And while I know I sound like a pamphlet for suicide, I do have a point. I don't think it the end is what matters, I don't think it's the past, I don't even think it's the present. I think it's the thoughts, not "the thought that counts" I'm saying it's the energy buzzing in your head. I think it's some kind of mystical/scientific force that morphs and grows, manipulates and expands, makes us more than we really are, and then abandons us when we lose the ability to hold it. I don't know where it goes after our hearts stop beating, I don't know if it goes to a place that could be considered Heaven or Hell, I just know it's there. I have to know. Otherwise there isn't any point, and that would be a pamphlet for suicide.
Did you know that surgeons started out as necromancers? That's right, they worked on the dead, were considered banes of human existence. Da Vinci could probably be considered one of them, he cut up dead bodies in the dead of night, hoping to god that no one would discover him and execute him. Then there were those who used the knowledge of the necromancers before them to cut open the living, in small dirty dark rooms. Eventually, they got better, and better, and their students learned new things. The rooms got better, more light less scum. Eventually people discovered what infections were and learned about sterility. And now we have huge hospitals and the human life is extended beyond the small handful of years we were originally given. That's a path, that's energy, that's where it has to go. I don't know for sure, but I can sure as hell pray to any sort of deity that there is. The world will end some day, every human will eventually die out. But the energy will go on.
And I guess that's my point, that's what's great about life, not the future, not the past, not the present, it's what's out there; definitely not a pamphlet for suicide after all.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Does God Really Hate?
For today's post, here is the link in case anyone wants to read up on the following people described.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fred_Phelps#Democratic_Party
I was reading the online bio on Nathan Lane today and somehow managed to get to the page about Fred Phelps.
For those of you out there who don't know who that is, he is the leader of the controversial church known as the Westboro Baptist Church (WBC). His main movement is called, "God Hates Fags". Naturally he is largely considered to simply be a hateful man who feels that since he can't understand love in any form, he must condemn what many see as "unnatural".
I am all about freedom of speech, beliefs, whatever. But this man is what I can consider to be my only exception. When I was in New York a week ago, I saw a picture on a subway wall. It said, "Don't like gay marriage? Don't get gay married." And later I saw it all over the city. The message is plain and simple, if you don't like what I'm doing, then don't do it. No one is forcing you to do otherwise, no one is even forcing you to accept it. It is simply requested of you to maintain a sense of dignity and calm in situations which you feel disconnected from.
Fred Phelps is incapable of doing such. And his family is just like him. His children I can only partly blame for their actions, for they were not responsible for the environment in which they were raised. But they are adults now, they are free to make their own decisions, and by going around the country and preaching that God hates Fags, they are proving their own ignorance.
I've never read the Bible, I really haven't ever felt the need to. But I'm pretty sure that no wear in it are the words, "I, God, do hereby state, that some of my own children. The ones that I created, are evil. Because WHEN I created them in my own image, somehow I fucked up and now there are all these freaks out there that are falling in love. The absolute horror of it all! Therefore there shall be a movement, in which the rest of my children the good ones will make sure to spread the word that I hate myself, for aren't all of children a part of me? That's right, I hate myself! And thou shalt be forced to listen to them, and thou shalt have to like it! Because I am God and I and my children are always right!"
Yeah pretty sure that wasn't in there. I know that at some part of it, being gay is said to be a bad thing. But this book, be you a follower of it or not. Was also written a very long time ago. The fact is that we are different, we evolved (scientifically proven no matter what Creationists say) and I think we're the better for it. I also happen to think that if we hadn't developed so many ways to keep people alive and screw up Darwinism as much as possible, most of these haters would have long ago died out as a part of natural selection. But that's judgement on my part, which is wrong because I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to do that (11th commandment). So if that's wrong of me, then isn't it wrong for Phelps to do it?
And by the way, if gay is in the bible, then that means that even back then that was an option for some people. And so if it's not a product of the newer generation full of opportunities and all that, then what's to say that it wasn't always part of God's plan? Better yet, why would God decide to hate on what He created in the first place? And why would it have survived all these years of hate, and persecution, and paranoia?
I don't have all the answers. I don't claim to. I merely claim my right of freedom of speech by saying that I am angry, so angry, that people would hurt, with words or fists, those who are simply trying to find their meaning in life, their true loves, whatever it is that they are looking for. I am angry, but I am also appealing to whatever shred of compassion that may be in their very souls, I appeal to their utter humanity. I hope to God that they can find it within themselves not to hate their brothers and sisters, to accept them for what they are. Children of God, or the Universe, or whatever there may be out there; just like everyone else on the world, and maybe even the ones beyond. I am angry, but I don't hate them.
All I can say is that if there is a Hell? I don't think it's for those who love like others can't understand. I think it's for those who are looking for pain, looking to cause it, who secretly want it and so will only doom themselves to it. It makes me sad that that would be the path they would choose for themselves. But not sad enough that I would stop being angry with them.
Lys
P.S. By the way, I was going to end it with humility and all but I'm still a kid myself so I think I've still got some leeway here and as part of my whole being angry and all... Shirley Phelps-Roper has this church column thing where she writes responses to letters and stuff. All I've got to say to her on that note is,
"Dear Shirley,
Go blow it out your ass!"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fred_Phelps#Democratic_Party
I was reading the online bio on Nathan Lane today and somehow managed to get to the page about Fred Phelps.
For those of you out there who don't know who that is, he is the leader of the controversial church known as the Westboro Baptist Church (WBC). His main movement is called, "God Hates Fags". Naturally he is largely considered to simply be a hateful man who feels that since he can't understand love in any form, he must condemn what many see as "unnatural".
I am all about freedom of speech, beliefs, whatever. But this man is what I can consider to be my only exception. When I was in New York a week ago, I saw a picture on a subway wall. It said, "Don't like gay marriage? Don't get gay married." And later I saw it all over the city. The message is plain and simple, if you don't like what I'm doing, then don't do it. No one is forcing you to do otherwise, no one is even forcing you to accept it. It is simply requested of you to maintain a sense of dignity and calm in situations which you feel disconnected from.
Fred Phelps is incapable of doing such. And his family is just like him. His children I can only partly blame for their actions, for they were not responsible for the environment in which they were raised. But they are adults now, they are free to make their own decisions, and by going around the country and preaching that God hates Fags, they are proving their own ignorance.
I've never read the Bible, I really haven't ever felt the need to. But I'm pretty sure that no wear in it are the words, "I, God, do hereby state, that some of my own children. The ones that I created, are evil. Because WHEN I created them in my own image, somehow I fucked up and now there are all these freaks out there that are falling in love. The absolute horror of it all! Therefore there shall be a movement, in which the rest of my children the good ones will make sure to spread the word that I hate myself, for aren't all of children a part of me? That's right, I hate myself! And thou shalt be forced to listen to them, and thou shalt have to like it! Because I am God and I and my children are always right!"
Yeah pretty sure that wasn't in there. I know that at some part of it, being gay is said to be a bad thing. But this book, be you a follower of it or not. Was also written a very long time ago. The fact is that we are different, we evolved (scientifically proven no matter what Creationists say) and I think we're the better for it. I also happen to think that if we hadn't developed so many ways to keep people alive and screw up Darwinism as much as possible, most of these haters would have long ago died out as a part of natural selection. But that's judgement on my part, which is wrong because I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to do that (11th commandment). So if that's wrong of me, then isn't it wrong for Phelps to do it?
And by the way, if gay is in the bible, then that means that even back then that was an option for some people. And so if it's not a product of the newer generation full of opportunities and all that, then what's to say that it wasn't always part of God's plan? Better yet, why would God decide to hate on what He created in the first place? And why would it have survived all these years of hate, and persecution, and paranoia?
I don't have all the answers. I don't claim to. I merely claim my right of freedom of speech by saying that I am angry, so angry, that people would hurt, with words or fists, those who are simply trying to find their meaning in life, their true loves, whatever it is that they are looking for. I am angry, but I am also appealing to whatever shred of compassion that may be in their very souls, I appeal to their utter humanity. I hope to God that they can find it within themselves not to hate their brothers and sisters, to accept them for what they are. Children of God, or the Universe, or whatever there may be out there; just like everyone else on the world, and maybe even the ones beyond. I am angry, but I don't hate them.
All I can say is that if there is a Hell? I don't think it's for those who love like others can't understand. I think it's for those who are looking for pain, looking to cause it, who secretly want it and so will only doom themselves to it. It makes me sad that that would be the path they would choose for themselves. But not sad enough that I would stop being angry with them.
Lys
P.S. By the way, I was going to end it with humility and all but I'm still a kid myself so I think I've still got some leeway here and as part of my whole being angry and all... Shirley Phelps-Roper has this church column thing where she writes responses to letters and stuff. All I've got to say to her on that note is,
"Dear Shirley,
Go blow it out your ass!"
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Apparently I'm Awful
Okie dokie, so nothing really interesting has actually happened to me recently, hence the lack of posts. But I got bored cleaning out my room so here I am, literally talking about nothing. For anyone around the Seattle area reading this, and officially that means the 8 of you who are, the Blue Angels did their show today... again... And may I just ask why they feel the need to practice for two days and then do their show? I mean they're basically just doing the show three times, except they're considered mildly annoying the first two times by most of the people forced to listen to the roaring of their engines, and then they're really frickin annoying after that since that's when people decide to show up to watch them, and that means clogging up traffic so bad that I have to spend the whole day out of the house to escape it all. They do this show every.single.year. And I think they do it everywhere around the country, so why do they need so much practice I wonder? Whatever their deal is, it's just annoying to me, the first time was cool, but that was like 7 years ago, cool has long ago been left behind in the dust.
So on to the title of this post. My little sister is my little sister, so I have to love her, I get that. But what I really hate is how she takes my things. I know, I know, everyone always tells me that that is just what sisters do, and I would be FINE with that if that was all she did. But with all due respect to my little sis, her boobs are like 5 cup sizes bigger than mine. It sucks because by all fairness she's littler than me, so her boobs should be too. Whatever, God just hates me on that one, but still her boobs are bigger than my shirts can handle, so I keep losing clothes. And my makeup disappears, along with my books, my perfumes, pretty much anything that is portable in my room and bathroom. Plus she has this thing where she will NOT close the door after using my bathroom, or put.down.the.damn.toilet.seat. It's the little things that bug the shit out of me because she KNOWS that I hate it and so she does it just to piss me off. So naturally I get mad, and I mean, what sane person wouldn't? I'm constantly losing things I like and nothing ever gets done about it. So today I lost it again when she decided to give me everything back. Wait, it gets better! She gave it all back, at once, and in a giant pile in my room. And apparently, according to my mother, it's my responsibility to put it all away. So basically I get punished for her being a thief. Again I get a little upset at this because it is KINDA unfair. And as a result, I get labeled as "awful" by said mother. And she says that she can't win, she can't? SOOOOO, rather than keep my cool, we have a little shouting match in which I try to make my point, and she doesn't listen to any of it, my dad gets mad at me because it's all my fault (right dad because you never get mad about anything), and then I go upstairs and start shoveling at the pile of shit on my floor. And then when I got bored of that I go dump all my personal problems on the Internet, where everything is safe...
And there you go, my life in my perfectly normal and horribly dysfunctional family. And so my problems are passed onto you, and don't you feel better for it?
Lys
Oh yeah, and in case you didn't notice, I succumbed to peer pressure and put up adds on my blog, I have now become an annoying blogger who has adds on her blog. Whoot!
Ok, now, I'm done.
So on to the title of this post. My little sister is my little sister, so I have to love her, I get that. But what I really hate is how she takes my things. I know, I know, everyone always tells me that that is just what sisters do, and I would be FINE with that if that was all she did. But with all due respect to my little sis, her boobs are like 5 cup sizes bigger than mine. It sucks because by all fairness she's littler than me, so her boobs should be too. Whatever, God just hates me on that one, but still her boobs are bigger than my shirts can handle, so I keep losing clothes. And my makeup disappears, along with my books, my perfumes, pretty much anything that is portable in my room and bathroom. Plus she has this thing where she will NOT close the door after using my bathroom, or put.down.the.damn.toilet.seat. It's the little things that bug the shit out of me because she KNOWS that I hate it and so she does it just to piss me off. So naturally I get mad, and I mean, what sane person wouldn't? I'm constantly losing things I like and nothing ever gets done about it. So today I lost it again when she decided to give me everything back. Wait, it gets better! She gave it all back, at once, and in a giant pile in my room. And apparently, according to my mother, it's my responsibility to put it all away. So basically I get punished for her being a thief. Again I get a little upset at this because it is KINDA unfair. And as a result, I get labeled as "awful" by said mother. And she says that she can't win, she can't? SOOOOO, rather than keep my cool, we have a little shouting match in which I try to make my point, and she doesn't listen to any of it, my dad gets mad at me because it's all my fault (right dad because you never get mad about anything), and then I go upstairs and start shoveling at the pile of shit on my floor. And then when I got bored of that I go dump all my personal problems on the Internet, where everything is safe...
And there you go, my life in my perfectly normal and horribly dysfunctional family. And so my problems are passed onto you, and don't you feel better for it?
Lys
Oh yeah, and in case you didn't notice, I succumbed to peer pressure and put up adds on my blog, I have now become an annoying blogger who has adds on her blog. Whoot!
Ok, now, I'm done.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
F**k this S**t
So here's a lesson on the maturity of a child.
If you're a member of the age group 0-10, suck it up; your parents may actually know something about how to keep you safe, alive, and marginally healthy.
If you're a member of the age group 10-12, yeah we get it life sucks and everyone is out to get you. Again I hate to say it, but suck it up, think of it this way, once you finally hit 18 your life is yours and it really isn't that far away.
Age group 12-16, parents suck, it's a fact, they say they know what your going through, but unless they were teenage parents and were teenagers in the last 15-20 years or so, not buying it. They don't know anything, the world is vast and it keeps on spinning; spreading out new ideas, inventions, I pads, and god knows what else, so no environment for a kid stays the same for long. And it is a fact that when the environment is different, no childhood is even close to the same, just because your parents went through puberty 30 years ago doesn't mean that they were affected in the same way. So when they say that they know how it feels, you can either take a page from my book and show them absolutely no respect by verbally kicking their asses, or take a different page from my book and mentally stew about and let the resentment fester. Probably both of those scenarios will end badly, but either way you will know that in the end you, or rather I, was right.
Now for my age group, 16-18. Parents still suck, but at least now we're old enough to know that while we still may act like children a good percentage of the time, the rest of the time we're well on our way to being adults and we would like to be treated accordingly. If you're my parents in this case, that involves putting me in a cell made of pretend caring, but it doesn't have to always be that way. Find your own way of making noise, yell, scream, blow something up. Whatever you do, prove them right and show them just how immature you are, but at the same time, get your point across that you want to be treated differently. It may not happen overnight, there may be a good deal of hurt feelings, you may even fail. But the effort has to be made, and somehow, someday, we.will.win! And the world will be a better place for it.
And now for the last age group, 18-till the rest of your life. I'm not there yet, so I don't know how I will feel when the time comes, but try to remember this, you were a kid once, so yeah things may change but for a while there everything sucked. Life was a teeter-totter of hormones and voice cracks, Halo and spoiling. I have lost count of how many people I know have said that they will be better parents than their own when they grow up, and maybe that will be so, but I can almost guarantee that at some point, your future kids (should you go crazy and have them) will hate you and scream and shout and find whatever outlets they can for personal freedom. So the only advice I can give to you is, enjoy your remaining childish impulses while they last, screw up your lives for a good decade or so, or maybe even be the most hated goody-two-shoes that you can, whatever. Whatever happens, happens. Remember what you're thinking and feeling every time you do something silly or serious, write it down, make up a song, create a documentary, whatever. Make sure that when the time comes, you can find a way to recapture those feelings down the road, and maybe your kids will hate you just a little less. And maybe the world will be a better place in the end. Maybe. Or maybe it'll just get a LOT worse. But it's worth a shot isn't it?
Think on it,
Lys
If you're a member of the age group 0-10, suck it up; your parents may actually know something about how to keep you safe, alive, and marginally healthy.
If you're a member of the age group 10-12, yeah we get it life sucks and everyone is out to get you. Again I hate to say it, but suck it up, think of it this way, once you finally hit 18 your life is yours and it really isn't that far away.
Age group 12-16, parents suck, it's a fact, they say they know what your going through, but unless they were teenage parents and were teenagers in the last 15-20 years or so, not buying it. They don't know anything, the world is vast and it keeps on spinning; spreading out new ideas, inventions, I pads, and god knows what else, so no environment for a kid stays the same for long. And it is a fact that when the environment is different, no childhood is even close to the same, just because your parents went through puberty 30 years ago doesn't mean that they were affected in the same way. So when they say that they know how it feels, you can either take a page from my book and show them absolutely no respect by verbally kicking their asses, or take a different page from my book and mentally stew about and let the resentment fester. Probably both of those scenarios will end badly, but either way you will know that in the end you, or rather I, was right.
Now for my age group, 16-18. Parents still suck, but at least now we're old enough to know that while we still may act like children a good percentage of the time, the rest of the time we're well on our way to being adults and we would like to be treated accordingly. If you're my parents in this case, that involves putting me in a cell made of pretend caring, but it doesn't have to always be that way. Find your own way of making noise, yell, scream, blow something up. Whatever you do, prove them right and show them just how immature you are, but at the same time, get your point across that you want to be treated differently. It may not happen overnight, there may be a good deal of hurt feelings, you may even fail. But the effort has to be made, and somehow, someday, we.will.win! And the world will be a better place for it.
And now for the last age group, 18-till the rest of your life. I'm not there yet, so I don't know how I will feel when the time comes, but try to remember this, you were a kid once, so yeah things may change but for a while there everything sucked. Life was a teeter-totter of hormones and voice cracks, Halo and spoiling. I have lost count of how many people I know have said that they will be better parents than their own when they grow up, and maybe that will be so, but I can almost guarantee that at some point, your future kids (should you go crazy and have them) will hate you and scream and shout and find whatever outlets they can for personal freedom. So the only advice I can give to you is, enjoy your remaining childish impulses while they last, screw up your lives for a good decade or so, or maybe even be the most hated goody-two-shoes that you can, whatever. Whatever happens, happens. Remember what you're thinking and feeling every time you do something silly or serious, write it down, make up a song, create a documentary, whatever. Make sure that when the time comes, you can find a way to recapture those feelings down the road, and maybe your kids will hate you just a little less. And maybe the world will be a better place in the end. Maybe. Or maybe it'll just get a LOT worse. But it's worth a shot isn't it?
Think on it,
Lys
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Blah Blah Woof Woof
Yeah I know I stole the title from an episode of Dark Angel, sue me. Or rather not, can i be sued for that??? Anyway Long time no talk I know but whatever I'm here now, and at 12:38 in the morning because I can't sleep. So before I say anything else I just want to point out the fact that on average now I'm getting about 500 hits a week now, which is highly impressive for me, but it makes me sad that no one is commenting, fix that please!
Now onto the important stuff, summer is boring, all it is so far is work work work and I'm getting really tired of all the stress that goes with it. My boss says that I'm too task oriented but since he isn't exactly the best closer I've ever seen, and since no one else bother to do anything on the floor, I'd rather go with "too task oriented" than "shit it's 9:30 pm and we're still not done with all this shit yet!". Anyone see my point?
Back to a few weeks ago; I heard that Doug Hutchinson from Lost got married, and to a 16 year old. Well done, you've just been added to the world's creepiest famous pedophiles list! Seriously, let's count the days until that blows up =).
Bad news for all Stargate lovers out there. I'm sure most of you have already heard about this but officially, Stargate is over and never to return; Brad Wright officially packed up his desk, ending 17 years of sci-fi greatness. The loss shall be mourned throughout the ages and we shall never see your like again!
Onto happier topics, my new book is well under way and seems to be shaping up better than I thought it would, it's got this whole vibe about the desperation of humanity and how hopefully, someday we may have some hope for our race.
This weekend (the 9th and 10th) was the STP, otherwise known as the Seattle to Portland Bike Ride, which I completed for the 2nd consecutive time, 200 miles in 2 days. And like I said on my Facebook wall, it was all undone in 4 hours on the drive home, whoohoo, that was energy well spent!
Oh and yeah! I get to finally go to New York this August! Can't wait to finally see everything there, I'm going to be a complete tourist and then I'm going to plot out where I want to get my first NY apartment, and then I'll go home to boring, safe, suburbia Mercer Island. Who knows, maybe I'll come to love boring, or maybe the whole living-in-a-high-crime-rate-area thing will appeal to me when I'm there in person...
Now back to sci-fi real quick. Warehouse 13 is baaaaaack, and Myka is tooooooooo, yayyyyy. I was so scared that she was really going to be gone for good, but thankfully she's not and this season she is hotter than ever, whoot!
And on a sadder note, I have to add another tv show to my unjustly canceled list. Sadly the amazing show, The United States of Tara on Showtime will not be returning this year, which sucks because the way they wrapped it up suuuuucked.
Ok that's all for now because I'm out of stuff to talk about. Hopefully only until I'll update again soon!
Lys
Now onto the important stuff, summer is boring, all it is so far is work work work and I'm getting really tired of all the stress that goes with it. My boss says that I'm too task oriented but since he isn't exactly the best closer I've ever seen, and since no one else bother to do anything on the floor, I'd rather go with "too task oriented" than "shit it's 9:30 pm and we're still not done with all this shit yet!". Anyone see my point?
Back to a few weeks ago; I heard that Doug Hutchinson from Lost got married, and to a 16 year old. Well done, you've just been added to the world's creepiest famous pedophiles list! Seriously, let's count the days until that blows up =).
Bad news for all Stargate lovers out there. I'm sure most of you have already heard about this but officially, Stargate is over and never to return; Brad Wright officially packed up his desk, ending 17 years of sci-fi greatness. The loss shall be mourned throughout the ages and we shall never see your like again!
Onto happier topics, my new book is well under way and seems to be shaping up better than I thought it would, it's got this whole vibe about the desperation of humanity and how hopefully, someday we may have some hope for our race.
This weekend (the 9th and 10th) was the STP, otherwise known as the Seattle to Portland Bike Ride, which I completed for the 2nd consecutive time, 200 miles in 2 days. And like I said on my Facebook wall, it was all undone in 4 hours on the drive home, whoohoo, that was energy well spent!
Oh and yeah! I get to finally go to New York this August! Can't wait to finally see everything there, I'm going to be a complete tourist and then I'm going to plot out where I want to get my first NY apartment, and then I'll go home to boring, safe, suburbia Mercer Island. Who knows, maybe I'll come to love boring, or maybe the whole living-in-a-high-crime-rate-area thing will appeal to me when I'm there in person...
Now back to sci-fi real quick. Warehouse 13 is baaaaaack, and Myka is tooooooooo, yayyyyy. I was so scared that she was really going to be gone for good, but thankfully she's not and this season she is hotter than ever, whoot!
And on a sadder note, I have to add another tv show to my unjustly canceled list. Sadly the amazing show, The United States of Tara on Showtime will not be returning this year, which sucks because the way they wrapped it up suuuuucked.
Ok that's all for now because I'm out of stuff to talk about. Hopefully only until I'll update again soon!
Lys
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wow That Didn't Take Forever or Anything
Ok well, since I've actually checked my stats and realized that people have ACTUALLy been reading this thing, I guess I should apologize for taking this long to update. Unless of course anyone who has read this has never come back again to see what I have to say, because in that case, I don't care that it took me this long =). Seriously though, life is part of the title of this thing, so yeah, I get busy and a blog is pretty much a recreational type of thing so it gets pushed to the bottom of the pile of things to do, directly following screaming to songs on youtube with sitting in my underwear (probably TMI right? But still as long as you don't use that mental image for any gross reasons, what do I care) since that always sounds more appealing than doing homework. But at least that's all done for now, school is out and well.... I hate it, so that's definitely a good thing.
So I'm probably going to forget all that I was going to talk about, but hey, every little bit helps right, and I'm sure I'll remember it for the next post so yeah. Starting off with all of my Game of Thrones fans, that was a pretty awesome season now wasn't it? Yeah it sucked watching Sean Bean and Jason Momoa die, but at the same time, dude it was epic!!! I'm glad Martin is in on the show because it's so awesome how it's sticking to the line of the story. Up to the point where he had his head lopped off, Sean Bean was the perfect Ned Stark, all honor and duty in the wrong time and place for it, bravo to him. Too bad being the good guy doesn't help you out at all in this show. Seriously, you get absolutely no points for it at all. Jason Momoa was great too, until he was put out of his veggie misery, excellent acting on Emilia Clarke's part for that BTW. And of course, having the season end with a nude shot of her is never a bad thing. Peter Dinklage and Kit Harrington were by far my favorites for this season, but we'll see about the next. Loved who they picked for Osha, but it's kind of embarrassing, for someone like me who watches tv and movies for a living, that it took me two whole episodes to realize that that was Natalie Tena who plays Tonks in the Harry Potter movies, duh. Loved Shae with her German accent, I mean come on GERMAN, where in the books does it ever mention that Shae had a German accent, it's ok prove me wrong and point out the chapter I couldn't be happier to be proven wrong here, but I think Martin could have done a better job on that one. Jamie was great, I've always loved Lena Headey and that one scene where she's screwing her cousin Lancel, always fun to watch. Oh yeah and I'm sure everyone loved the what 10 minute long lesbian sex scene? That was totally necessary to the plot line I'm sure, not that I wasn't amused by it. Bran was boring but I get it that he matters later (when will that ever happen I wonder), Rickon appears like twice in the whole season so he doesn't matter at all, Theon can just die now, save us all the trouble having to watch his ugly face for season 2, and gods above Tywin Lannister is already annoying as hell. I think the best part of the show will be when he gets shot on the toilet. But so far for me my favorite part about the ending of this season was Sophie Turner already helping me prove just how much of a pest Sansa is, that and the Hound being kind to her, and when poor Maisie Williams as Arya Stark as she starts her long string of transformations of characters starting with Arry the orphan boy. So that's a wrap for season 1, pretty frigging awesome, and I sincerely hope it only gets better from here.
Now on to Sci-Fi (because that's still how it's SUPPOSED to be spelled), season 3 of Sanctuary was not the best one ever but I liked it and now I'm sad I have to wait for it to come back. It was cool having a 20 episode season for once and I really enjoyed the hiatus, yeah that wasn't painful or anything).
Season 3 of Warehouse 13 is coming soon, and I hear that Myka is actually not returning, that they've got some new guy with like a built in lie-detector thing going on (reminiscent of Heroes or is that just me?), whatever, as long as Claudia remains I'm happy.
And Riese: Kingdom Falling, awesome for a show, but I hate webseries, they're never long enough and they take forever to come back once their "season" is over, I keep hoping it'll pull a Sanctuary effect and turn into a real boy show.
That's all I can remember to say about all of that. Back to me, I'm almost finished with high school physically but mentally I was done with it the first day I started. As it turns out going to college really isn't that much fun and I'm already looking forward to that aspect of my life being over =). My sister hasn't called me an Eagle Penis recently so that's always a good thing, and we've been having fun watching episodes of Battlestar Galactica for the last few days, the newer one, just because I've seen all the old ones doesn't mean I like them and couldn't go the rest of my life without having to watch Lorne Green ever again.
The only fun thing that seems to be coming up soon for me is this weekend with Seattle's Gay Pride Parade, and since I'm a member of the Starbucks family I get to be in the parade this year so ya for me there! And remember for all those Seattleites reading this (yes all two of you!) it starts at 11 am, be there or be square.
Ok I'm tired and bored now so I'll update again soon, I almost promise, because that's a real thing an "almost" promise.
Lys
P.S. just did a spell check and almost every single of the actor's names I just mentioned, along with all of their characters were apparently spelled wrong, gotta love that.
So I'm probably going to forget all that I was going to talk about, but hey, every little bit helps right, and I'm sure I'll remember it for the next post so yeah. Starting off with all of my Game of Thrones fans, that was a pretty awesome season now wasn't it? Yeah it sucked watching Sean Bean and Jason Momoa die, but at the same time, dude it was epic!!! I'm glad Martin is in on the show because it's so awesome how it's sticking to the line of the story. Up to the point where he had his head lopped off, Sean Bean was the perfect Ned Stark, all honor and duty in the wrong time and place for it, bravo to him. Too bad being the good guy doesn't help you out at all in this show. Seriously, you get absolutely no points for it at all. Jason Momoa was great too, until he was put out of his veggie misery, excellent acting on Emilia Clarke's part for that BTW. And of course, having the season end with a nude shot of her is never a bad thing. Peter Dinklage and Kit Harrington were by far my favorites for this season, but we'll see about the next. Loved who they picked for Osha, but it's kind of embarrassing, for someone like me who watches tv and movies for a living, that it took me two whole episodes to realize that that was Natalie Tena who plays Tonks in the Harry Potter movies, duh. Loved Shae with her German accent, I mean come on GERMAN, where in the books does it ever mention that Shae had a German accent, it's ok prove me wrong and point out the chapter I couldn't be happier to be proven wrong here, but I think Martin could have done a better job on that one. Jamie was great, I've always loved Lena Headey and that one scene where she's screwing her cousin Lancel, always fun to watch. Oh yeah and I'm sure everyone loved the what 10 minute long lesbian sex scene? That was totally necessary to the plot line I'm sure, not that I wasn't amused by it. Bran was boring but I get it that he matters later (when will that ever happen I wonder), Rickon appears like twice in the whole season so he doesn't matter at all, Theon can just die now, save us all the trouble having to watch his ugly face for season 2, and gods above Tywin Lannister is already annoying as hell. I think the best part of the show will be when he gets shot on the toilet. But so far for me my favorite part about the ending of this season was Sophie Turner already helping me prove just how much of a pest Sansa is, that and the Hound being kind to her, and when poor Maisie Williams as Arya Stark as she starts her long string of transformations of characters starting with Arry the orphan boy. So that's a wrap for season 1, pretty frigging awesome, and I sincerely hope it only gets better from here.
Now on to Sci-Fi (because that's still how it's SUPPOSED to be spelled), season 3 of Sanctuary was not the best one ever but I liked it and now I'm sad I have to wait for it to come back. It was cool having a 20 episode season for once and I really enjoyed the hiatus, yeah that wasn't painful or anything).
Season 3 of Warehouse 13 is coming soon, and I hear that Myka is actually not returning, that they've got some new guy with like a built in lie-detector thing going on (reminiscent of Heroes or is that just me?), whatever, as long as Claudia remains I'm happy.
And Riese: Kingdom Falling, awesome for a show, but I hate webseries, they're never long enough and they take forever to come back once their "season" is over, I keep hoping it'll pull a Sanctuary effect and turn into a real boy show.
That's all I can remember to say about all of that. Back to me, I'm almost finished with high school physically but mentally I was done with it the first day I started. As it turns out going to college really isn't that much fun and I'm already looking forward to that aspect of my life being over =). My sister hasn't called me an Eagle Penis recently so that's always a good thing, and we've been having fun watching episodes of Battlestar Galactica for the last few days, the newer one, just because I've seen all the old ones doesn't mean I like them and couldn't go the rest of my life without having to watch Lorne Green ever again.
The only fun thing that seems to be coming up soon for me is this weekend with Seattle's Gay Pride Parade, and since I'm a member of the Starbucks family I get to be in the parade this year so ya for me there! And remember for all those Seattleites reading this (yes all two of you!) it starts at 11 am, be there or be square.
Ok I'm tired and bored now so I'll update again soon, I almost promise, because that's a real thing an "almost" promise.
Lys
P.S. just did a spell check and almost every single of the actor's names I just mentioned, along with all of their characters were apparently spelled wrong, gotta love that.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
I'm Not Dead Yet
Yeah I'm still here, I just have way too much to deal with right now. So just have patience with me, and I shall return to you soon. Probably tomorrow or something =).
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Everything Goes
Yeah, been a while since I posted and I'm sorry about that but school is a BITCH! But thanks to my long time away I have plenty to talk about.
Anyone see the pilot episode of Game of Thrones? Well I did and it was pretty good, it's always hard to adapt a book series into a tv show or movie, (example Harry Potter because that was a huge mistake, or Legend of the Seeker since the show diverged so completely from the books that they might as well have written the whole damn thing from scratch). I think that they did a freaking awesome job with Daenerys, not only is Emilia Clarke just as beautiful as I imagined Dany being, but so far she is doing a great of job of being Dany too. Plus I love the dynamic between her and Kahl Drogo (played by Jason Momoa, and by the way as much as I love him in Stargate Atlantis, DEFINITELY did not need to see his naked ass, next time I think I'm going to see it I'm just going to close my eyes). The only problem I had in the pilot was that the first night for Dany and Drogo was for me too much like a rape scene, in the book she wasn't exactly happy about having to sleep with the guy, but she was making the best of it and seemed to actually want to try and ahve a good time with it. In the scene in the show she was just such a crying mess that I just wanted to skip by it, but I guess that's just how the show writers liked to interpret the scene, whatever. Second episode though, SUCH an improvement, and great job with her slave fro Lys too, I thought that was well written and executed, although I don't like who they picked to play Irri and Jiquui and I think that they aren't going play much of a role in the show, not that they did in the books but at least they were somewhat functional as people in the story. And finally Drogo in the second episode, when is he going to talk? I'd like to hear at least something out of his mouth that I can understand before he gets nipple sliced and veggie-fyed in the head.
Now on to Tyrion, duuuuuude awesome job with Peter Dinklage! He is perfect as Tyrion if only a little better looking than I imagined Tyrion being, either way I'm sure he'll look right ugly enough when they eventually get around to hacking his nose off. Plus I love how sarcastic he is (something I myself can always appreciate) and how they are making the... dynamic , yes let's go with dynamic, relationship with his brother Jamie (despite their numerous flaws they actually seem to love each other as brothers, at least until they finally bring up Tysha in the show, you book knowers out their agree right?) and his hateful/spiteful one with Cersei, and how that all wraps up with Cersei hating him, loving Jamie, Tyrion loving Jamie and hating Cersei, and Jamie somehow loving them both. Despite all HIS flaws, at least Jamie was able to love both of his siblings and learned to just go with it, when he wasn't throwing little boys out windows for one, or accusing one's new wife of being a whore and raping her like one "for the good" of another. Yes, dynamic is definitely the right word to use.
Now on the rest of the cast, pretty decent job with Bran, where's Rickon by the way (hope they finally bring him fully into the picture soon), Sansa is just as annoying as in the book (and just like in the book can't eait for her to start living some hell and actually evolving into a decent and slightly less whiny human being), Arya and Jon are perfect can't wait to watch their respective journeys, and Ned and Catelyn too. Although dude, has Sean Bean gained some weight! What ever happened to the slim and hot Brit in Lord of the Rings, because it's painful enough knowing he's going to die soon, but it's something else entirely to have to watch him being fat too. And Cat is as whiny as in the books, can't wait for her to turn into Lady Stoneheart. But onto the bad stuff, Illyrio is boring, so I'm glad he's already out of the show's eye, the guy they picked to play Viserys just plain sucks, he looks weird and is not convincing as a self important beggar king, he's too much whiny boy not enough arrogance, please just spare us all and kill him already I kind of want to see how they do the molten crown scene. Cersei is cool and I love Lena Headey and all, but they need to start playing her up as the bitch we all know she is sooner rather than later, come on people we all knew she was a raving bitch from the first scene she was in, bring it to life! Robert is too boring and his accent isn't as gruff as it was alluded to in the book. And Theon and Robb, well all I can say about them is that their characters need work, and I can only hope for their future as characters on the show. That's pretty much all I can say until they start bringing in the rest of the cool guys in the book, can't say I'm not a little excited for the arrival of Brienne or Ser Flower-cape, ooh or the Unsullied, or any of that good stuff. And I can only hope that they just leave Davos out of the script all together since I NEVER saw his importance anyway and mostly just read his chapters since they were on the way to the good ones, and I never was entirely sure that he wouldn't became plot relevant, too bad I wasted my time since he never DID.
Ok well this post just turned out to be a review of Game of Thrones, oops. Oh well I had fun and maybe this will be a nice read for a certain demographic.
Tata for now!
Anyone see the pilot episode of Game of Thrones? Well I did and it was pretty good, it's always hard to adapt a book series into a tv show or movie, (example Harry Potter because that was a huge mistake, or Legend of the Seeker since the show diverged so completely from the books that they might as well have written the whole damn thing from scratch). I think that they did a freaking awesome job with Daenerys, not only is Emilia Clarke just as beautiful as I imagined Dany being, but so far she is doing a great of job of being Dany too. Plus I love the dynamic between her and Kahl Drogo (played by Jason Momoa, and by the way as much as I love him in Stargate Atlantis, DEFINITELY did not need to see his naked ass, next time I think I'm going to see it I'm just going to close my eyes). The only problem I had in the pilot was that the first night for Dany and Drogo was for me too much like a rape scene, in the book she wasn't exactly happy about having to sleep with the guy, but she was making the best of it and seemed to actually want to try and ahve a good time with it. In the scene in the show she was just such a crying mess that I just wanted to skip by it, but I guess that's just how the show writers liked to interpret the scene, whatever. Second episode though, SUCH an improvement, and great job with her slave fro Lys too, I thought that was well written and executed, although I don't like who they picked to play Irri and Jiquui and I think that they aren't going play much of a role in the show, not that they did in the books but at least they were somewhat functional as people in the story. And finally Drogo in the second episode, when is he going to talk? I'd like to hear at least something out of his mouth that I can understand before he gets nipple sliced and veggie-fyed in the head.
Now on to Tyrion, duuuuuude awesome job with Peter Dinklage! He is perfect as Tyrion if only a little better looking than I imagined Tyrion being, either way I'm sure he'll look right ugly enough when they eventually get around to hacking his nose off. Plus I love how sarcastic he is (something I myself can always appreciate) and how they are making the... dynamic , yes let's go with dynamic, relationship with his brother Jamie (despite their numerous flaws they actually seem to love each other as brothers, at least until they finally bring up Tysha in the show, you book knowers out their agree right?) and his hateful/spiteful one with Cersei, and how that all wraps up with Cersei hating him, loving Jamie, Tyrion loving Jamie and hating Cersei, and Jamie somehow loving them both. Despite all HIS flaws, at least Jamie was able to love both of his siblings and learned to just go with it, when he wasn't throwing little boys out windows for one, or accusing one's new wife of being a whore and raping her like one "for the good" of another. Yes, dynamic is definitely the right word to use.
Now on the rest of the cast, pretty decent job with Bran, where's Rickon by the way (hope they finally bring him fully into the picture soon), Sansa is just as annoying as in the book (and just like in the book can't eait for her to start living some hell and actually evolving into a decent and slightly less whiny human being), Arya and Jon are perfect can't wait to watch their respective journeys, and Ned and Catelyn too. Although dude, has Sean Bean gained some weight! What ever happened to the slim and hot Brit in Lord of the Rings, because it's painful enough knowing he's going to die soon, but it's something else entirely to have to watch him being fat too. And Cat is as whiny as in the books, can't wait for her to turn into Lady Stoneheart. But onto the bad stuff, Illyrio is boring, so I'm glad he's already out of the show's eye, the guy they picked to play Viserys just plain sucks, he looks weird and is not convincing as a self important beggar king, he's too much whiny boy not enough arrogance, please just spare us all and kill him already I kind of want to see how they do the molten crown scene. Cersei is cool and I love Lena Headey and all, but they need to start playing her up as the bitch we all know she is sooner rather than later, come on people we all knew she was a raving bitch from the first scene she was in, bring it to life! Robert is too boring and his accent isn't as gruff as it was alluded to in the book. And Theon and Robb, well all I can say about them is that their characters need work, and I can only hope for their future as characters on the show. That's pretty much all I can say until they start bringing in the rest of the cool guys in the book, can't say I'm not a little excited for the arrival of Brienne or Ser Flower-cape, ooh or the Unsullied, or any of that good stuff. And I can only hope that they just leave Davos out of the script all together since I NEVER saw his importance anyway and mostly just read his chapters since they were on the way to the good ones, and I never was entirely sure that he wouldn't became plot relevant, too bad I wasted my time since he never DID.
Ok well this post just turned out to be a review of Game of Thrones, oops. Oh well I had fun and maybe this will be a nice read for a certain demographic.
Tata for now!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Just Shoot Me Now
So I was feeling pretty bored and decided to listen to that wonderfully inept song that we all know, "Friday" by Rebecca Black. And I'm just going to start of with how STUPID it sounds, it's like yeah we get it, you couldn't figure out what to write so you turned a diary entry into a song. But thanks to you Miss Black, I now hate Fridays, they used to be my favorite day of the week, but alas I am ow doomed to be forever thinking on every single Friday that "yesterday was Thursday.... tomorrow is Saturday, and Sunday comes after that". Seriously, just shoot me now and get it over with because I just heard that she is going to be working on her debut album which means that while today we may be lucky enough not to have to listen to her on the radio, tomorrow we may not be so fortunate. I dread the day that I turn on the stereo and I have to hear that girl's voice come out of it. And when I think about it I can only wonder how many car crashes in the future will be the result of spontaneous seizures due to accidentally listening to her sing for more than ten seconds while driving.
The only thing, that for me, makes it a little bit better, is that for the life of me I cannot remember that her first name is Rebecca, yesterday when I started this post, and then fell asleep at my desk and accidentally erased it, I called her Melissa Black like 30 times which makes me laugh for some pathetic reason. but maybe it speaks of hope for our future in which her entirely creepy jump/rise to fame will immediately die out and no one will remember anything about her, like the fact that she is living proof that when your parents have enough money you truly can do anything (including ruin a country, yes an entire country), much less remember her name.
But on a happier note, the reason why I fell asleep last night before finishing my post (and ending falling asleep on my backspace key) was because I waited until 11ish to finally watch the season finale of Merlin on Syfy (still hate that whole "syfy" thing, just proves that people are idiots and need to spell things a certain way or they won't remember how to pronounce them correctly) yes I know, yet more proof that I watch too much tv, and WAY too much sci-fi (see the PROPER way to spell it). Anyway, loved it, thought it was great, and even though when the show first started and I hated it because it was so dissimilar from the Arthurian legends that I love, it's really grown on me and I loved how they brought the Knights of the Round Table into being, thought that was pretty cool.
Oh and to go from there, does anyone know the Song of Ice and Fire series, anyone at all? Well I do, and the first book the Game of Thrones is now the name of the tv series that's coming out next week or so on HBO and it looks AWESOME! It's got like seriously all of my favorite actors, from Lena Headey to Peter Dinklage, even Jason Momoa (whom all you Sci-fi freaks like me should remember from Stargate Atlantis, he played Ronan, the "caveman" as McKay liked to nickname him) I even saw one of the little promo videos they did where they interviewed the actors over their respective parts, and Momoa is playing Khal Drogo (did I already mention this in an earlier post? I feel like I did.) and I looove Khal Drogo I thought he was awesome until well SPOILER ALERT he died, which sucked huge balls. But until that happens on the show it will be nice to see a beloved Sci-fi actor playing another cool part, and for me it'll be even more happy news because sadly I have come to realize in the last few years that once you do Sci-fi anything, you tend to get pigeon-holed and can't ever do anything else, maybe Momoa playing a part on HBO means that some day I will be able to see him on other stuff instead of occasionally watching him guest star on other Sci-fi shows like so many other actors that I love have been forced to do. Wow that sounded a bit melodramatic.
Hmph well despite my wandering mind I have nothing else to talk about for now, so I guess that's it. Talk to all latter.
The only thing, that for me, makes it a little bit better, is that for the life of me I cannot remember that her first name is Rebecca, yesterday when I started this post, and then fell asleep at my desk and accidentally erased it, I called her Melissa Black like 30 times which makes me laugh for some pathetic reason. but maybe it speaks of hope for our future in which her entirely creepy jump/rise to fame will immediately die out and no one will remember anything about her, like the fact that she is living proof that when your parents have enough money you truly can do anything (including ruin a country, yes an entire country), much less remember her name.
But on a happier note, the reason why I fell asleep last night before finishing my post (and ending falling asleep on my backspace key) was because I waited until 11ish to finally watch the season finale of Merlin on Syfy (still hate that whole "syfy" thing, just proves that people are idiots and need to spell things a certain way or they won't remember how to pronounce them correctly) yes I know, yet more proof that I watch too much tv, and WAY too much sci-fi (see the PROPER way to spell it). Anyway, loved it, thought it was great, and even though when the show first started and I hated it because it was so dissimilar from the Arthurian legends that I love, it's really grown on me and I loved how they brought the Knights of the Round Table into being, thought that was pretty cool.
Oh and to go from there, does anyone know the Song of Ice and Fire series, anyone at all? Well I do, and the first book the Game of Thrones is now the name of the tv series that's coming out next week or so on HBO and it looks AWESOME! It's got like seriously all of my favorite actors, from Lena Headey to Peter Dinklage, even Jason Momoa (whom all you Sci-fi freaks like me should remember from Stargate Atlantis, he played Ronan, the "caveman" as McKay liked to nickname him) I even saw one of the little promo videos they did where they interviewed the actors over their respective parts, and Momoa is playing Khal Drogo (did I already mention this in an earlier post? I feel like I did.) and I looove Khal Drogo I thought he was awesome until well SPOILER ALERT he died, which sucked huge balls. But until that happens on the show it will be nice to see a beloved Sci-fi actor playing another cool part, and for me it'll be even more happy news because sadly I have come to realize in the last few years that once you do Sci-fi anything, you tend to get pigeon-holed and can't ever do anything else, maybe Momoa playing a part on HBO means that some day I will be able to see him on other stuff instead of occasionally watching him guest star on other Sci-fi shows like so many other actors that I love have been forced to do. Wow that sounded a bit melodramatic.
Hmph well despite my wandering mind I have nothing else to talk about for now, so I guess that's it. Talk to all latter.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Nerves
Gaaaaaaah (yes that is a word, maybe I should write up a specialized dictionary just for this blog so that everyone will know what I'm talking about or something....) anyway where was I? That's right!
Gaaaaaaaaah, so when I was a kid I had this disgusting habit of biting my nails, so I never had the pretty nails like all the other girls in my school, but that never really bugged me or anything. The only thing that was a problem for me was that I had the ugliest hands a girl can ever have. There's like no fat on them at all, which some may consider a good thing but alas I do not. The lack of mentioned fat means that since I seem to have abnormally huge knuckles from The Thing or something like that, my fingers are just not pretty and look misshapen, it sucks. My semi-supportive friends in this matter have told me that it's not really that bad, but then I point out to myself that they all have normal human hands and not something out of the Sci-fi channel (the old one back when it was a real world and not "syfy" seriously what the hell is up with that). Anyway back to the nail biting thing. Back then when it was only my nails/hands that were ugly I didn't really let it bother me if I could help it, but then when I finally convined my parents that I was blind, I got glasses. And then a year or so after that I got braces. And when you add bad hands to glasses, to braces, and then add it all to the unfortunate boyish habits I had had which meant a bad haircut and seriously untamed eyebrows. Yeah NOT a good combination. Thankfully starting around the end of middle school I started making a change. I couldn't do anything about the braces (or I guess it was pre-braces at the point since the real ones didn't come until the summer before high school started for me) but I could get contacts. And with the contacts came eyebrow maintenance. Then it was actually doing something to my hair, which meant that I let it start to look like a girl's and stopped dying it unfortunate shades of blond (seriously I dyed it like 6 different shades at the same time in different places, I thought it was a cool "motley" look, needless to say I didn't have to dress up for Halloween).
And finally after that I discovered fashion, or at least sort of, I still have days like yesterday for example when I just throw anything on, I don't even bother to see what it is. And thankfully not long after that it was makeup. Now of course, since I have a sense of my type of style, people think I'm a darker person, but I assure you non-existent readers, I'm actually a perky and amazingly fun person. I just wear a lot of black eyemakeup and only tend to wear black, gray, and occasionally white (when mixed with black or gray) clothes, jackets, or shoes. Oh and I dye my boring brown hair (that used to be a cool red but sadly the lack of sun had ruined that for me) blackish, it's really just a very dark brown but I say black because I'm just that kind of person.
Anyway sort of back on topic, not really I'm trying to talk about my nails, but I have to get through this first so I can get to my point. Thankfully the day before my picture for sophomore year I got my braces off (YAY) and even though they really hurt, my teeth were nice and straight for what was my first good school picture since I was a little girl who might as well have been a doll since my mom liked dressing me up so much (I'm talking like 3-7, because 7 was when I finally decided to start wearing what I wanted to and then came the tomboy, and then all the broken bones and unfortunately placed scars started to appear). The only good thing about those god awful pieces of metal was that they made it impossible for me to bite my nails at all, and so my habit was broken for me, my willpower had nothing to do with it. And so since then I have been pretty cool with how I look and I liked having regular girl nails, the only good part about my hands, despite the fact that I can't paint them since food health laws forbid me to wear nail polish and deal with food at the same time.
But then the last month or so happened. Stress started to kick in, my grades started to matter, I had to come to terms with the fact that my senior project isn't going anywhere so I should really get going on ideas for it. So before I knew it, I was biting my nails again, and not like before, now I am biting them down to the quick, and it HURTS dude. I mean ouch, my poor fingertips are all red and painful and it hurts to touch stuff, and even type (but I put the good of maybe two uninterested readers above my own pain), and to make matters worse today I did my usual drop-my-backpack-off-onto-one-arm-and-then-put-it-on-the-ground thing. The result of that was I accidentally let my little pinkie finger get stuck in the strap on the way down and one little defintie crack later, I had a broken pinkie finger. And since those finger cast things are a joke I just wrapped it with about 10 band-aides (which hurt like a bitch just so you know, since I decided to do it in a moving car at the time). So YEAH, not a good day for the hands...
Oh well I have most definitely done worse.... a LOT worse, but trust me you don't want to hear about all the incredibly stupid things I have done to my poor body (ok that sounded a liiiiittle wrong).
But now I have to go because, well to tell the truth my fingers are really starting to hurt, and what I said earlier about putting the good of the readers above my own pain, right now I take it back. I need ice, and I need some Stargate and Off the Map therapy. Why do homework when you really don't want to? See, my logic is undeniable and you know it.
By the way, if I have to add Off the Map to my list of unjustly canceled shows I may have to go strangle a certain NBC executive...
Ok ta ta for now, I hope my completely annoying and useless to the world story provided at least SOME temporary entertainment for you.
Love Lys.
P.S. I know I didn't do that sign off correctly but to be honest I don't care =), anyway, I'm a junior in high school, but as a sign that the techno age is really starting to break down some fundamentals of education, I never write letters by HAND so I just learned today that you're supposed to put the whole "Sincerely, John" thing waaaaay over to the right at the end of the letter. Now how many of you people who are my age knew that? Because I was like, "go figure?"
Ok now I'm leaving... OW MY FINGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gaaaaaaaaah, so when I was a kid I had this disgusting habit of biting my nails, so I never had the pretty nails like all the other girls in my school, but that never really bugged me or anything. The only thing that was a problem for me was that I had the ugliest hands a girl can ever have. There's like no fat on them at all, which some may consider a good thing but alas I do not. The lack of mentioned fat means that since I seem to have abnormally huge knuckles from The Thing or something like that, my fingers are just not pretty and look misshapen, it sucks. My semi-supportive friends in this matter have told me that it's not really that bad, but then I point out to myself that they all have normal human hands and not something out of the Sci-fi channel (the old one back when it was a real world and not "syfy" seriously what the hell is up with that). Anyway back to the nail biting thing. Back then when it was only my nails/hands that were ugly I didn't really let it bother me if I could help it, but then when I finally convined my parents that I was blind, I got glasses. And then a year or so after that I got braces. And when you add bad hands to glasses, to braces, and then add it all to the unfortunate boyish habits I had had which meant a bad haircut and seriously untamed eyebrows. Yeah NOT a good combination. Thankfully starting around the end of middle school I started making a change. I couldn't do anything about the braces (or I guess it was pre-braces at the point since the real ones didn't come until the summer before high school started for me) but I could get contacts. And with the contacts came eyebrow maintenance. Then it was actually doing something to my hair, which meant that I let it start to look like a girl's and stopped dying it unfortunate shades of blond (seriously I dyed it like 6 different shades at the same time in different places, I thought it was a cool "motley" look, needless to say I didn't have to dress up for Halloween).
And finally after that I discovered fashion, or at least sort of, I still have days like yesterday for example when I just throw anything on, I don't even bother to see what it is. And thankfully not long after that it was makeup. Now of course, since I have a sense of my type of style, people think I'm a darker person, but I assure you non-existent readers, I'm actually a perky and amazingly fun person. I just wear a lot of black eyemakeup and only tend to wear black, gray, and occasionally white (when mixed with black or gray) clothes, jackets, or shoes. Oh and I dye my boring brown hair (that used to be a cool red but sadly the lack of sun had ruined that for me) blackish, it's really just a very dark brown but I say black because I'm just that kind of person.
Anyway sort of back on topic, not really I'm trying to talk about my nails, but I have to get through this first so I can get to my point. Thankfully the day before my picture for sophomore year I got my braces off (YAY) and even though they really hurt, my teeth were nice and straight for what was my first good school picture since I was a little girl who might as well have been a doll since my mom liked dressing me up so much (I'm talking like 3-7, because 7 was when I finally decided to start wearing what I wanted to and then came the tomboy, and then all the broken bones and unfortunately placed scars started to appear). The only good thing about those god awful pieces of metal was that they made it impossible for me to bite my nails at all, and so my habit was broken for me, my willpower had nothing to do with it. And so since then I have been pretty cool with how I look and I liked having regular girl nails, the only good part about my hands, despite the fact that I can't paint them since food health laws forbid me to wear nail polish and deal with food at the same time.
But then the last month or so happened. Stress started to kick in, my grades started to matter, I had to come to terms with the fact that my senior project isn't going anywhere so I should really get going on ideas for it. So before I knew it, I was biting my nails again, and not like before, now I am biting them down to the quick, and it HURTS dude. I mean ouch, my poor fingertips are all red and painful and it hurts to touch stuff, and even type (but I put the good of maybe two uninterested readers above my own pain), and to make matters worse today I did my usual drop-my-backpack-off-onto-one-arm-and-then-put-it-on-the-ground thing. The result of that was I accidentally let my little pinkie finger get stuck in the strap on the way down and one little defintie crack later, I had a broken pinkie finger. And since those finger cast things are a joke I just wrapped it with about 10 band-aides (which hurt like a bitch just so you know, since I decided to do it in a moving car at the time). So YEAH, not a good day for the hands...
Oh well I have most definitely done worse.... a LOT worse, but trust me you don't want to hear about all the incredibly stupid things I have done to my poor body (ok that sounded a liiiiittle wrong).
But now I have to go because, well to tell the truth my fingers are really starting to hurt, and what I said earlier about putting the good of the readers above my own pain, right now I take it back. I need ice, and I need some Stargate and Off the Map therapy. Why do homework when you really don't want to? See, my logic is undeniable and you know it.
By the way, if I have to add Off the Map to my list of unjustly canceled shows I may have to go strangle a certain NBC executive...
Ok ta ta for now, I hope my completely annoying and useless to the world story provided at least SOME temporary entertainment for you.
Love Lys.
P.S. I know I didn't do that sign off correctly but to be honest I don't care =), anyway, I'm a junior in high school, but as a sign that the techno age is really starting to break down some fundamentals of education, I never write letters by HAND so I just learned today that you're supposed to put the whole "Sincerely, John" thing waaaaay over to the right at the end of the letter. Now how many of you people who are my age knew that? Because I was like, "go figure?"
Ok now I'm leaving... OW MY FINGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
How Did I forget?
How the hell did I forget to mention this???
BLAINE KISSED KURT. I don't care if this makes me a Glee freak, I am just so extremely happy that they kissed I have been waiting for a gay teenaged couple on tv and not only did they kiss... but it was a REAL kiss not some stupid peck. It was awesome and I loved it.
Ok that's all.
BLAINE KISSED KURT. I don't care if this makes me a Glee freak, I am just so extremely happy that they kissed I have been waiting for a gay teenaged couple on tv and not only did they kiss... but it was a REAL kiss not some stupid peck. It was awesome and I loved it.
Ok that's all.
Life is so Confusing
So everything is going pretty well. Ish. I hate dealing with school, but that's to be expected. And I hate dealing with parents while being a teenager because as far as they are concerned, pretty much everything I do is just a phase. All the teens out there totally know what I'm talking about and they cry the bitter tears of frustration with me. Or maybe just scream into pillows like I do, my friend Char tells me that I should punch the pillow too, but I LIKE my pillow, I'd rather punch the source of my frustration.
So there was a lot that I wanted to write about this week, but since (despite the fact that I only have 4 classes at my high school) all of my teachers decided to give a shit load of homework and my natural ADD kicked in, I got reaaaaaally distracted and well, didn't write any of it down. Now here I am having forgot ALL of it but at least I can write about what's on my mind now. And since I no longer react like a two-year-old and immediately want my parents to read this right after I update it, my mom doesn't even remember this and I can now right whatever the hell I want to, especially since NO ONE ELSE READS THIS!
But none of that bothers me, I've recently started to change things for myself, I huff less glue (that was a joke), i do my homework at night instead of at 5:30 in the morning, I get more hours at work, I try my very best to not fall asleep during class (I'll tell you about my system in a sec), I make an effort to not talk so loudly (which in my defense.... never mind), I try to keep my sentences short (and you can see how well that's going for me), and I have started (as of like an hour ago) to imagine myself on an island, nothing can hurt me and my life is my own. The only things that really weigh on my mind are to try and stay single (while thinking of ways to ask this one particular person out(because that works)), and saving for my car (which will happen some day because I have the perfect name and I want to start being able to use it). Oh yeah and to get a really sexy tattoo, but that's pretty low on the list right now.
Ok random subject change. Back to that system I talked about. For the last week or so I have been falling asleep during English, and occasionally History too. My friend Emma started to make some smart-ass comments about how technically I hadn't been to class for days so I developed a pretty straightforward way of things. First I tried caffeine, it seemed like the obvious answer. Except for the fact that the increased dosages of energy made me hyper when I wasn't in English (much to the amusement of Char), and then as soon as the Jubs started talking I was out. So then I went to the next best thing, I had Emma poke me when I was asleep, and it worked since she had a little too much fun stabbing me in the neck or side, but then she started paying attention during class and less on me so now it's Billie who reaches across the isle to startle me into wakefulness. It works for me, and that's all that matters.
But today during class when we were talking about stuff and I was in the in-between-phase of being awake and drooling on my book.
And then I reflected to yesterday, which was pretty awesome. It started off with sun, which was weird because I didn't know we got that here in Seattle, who knew? So during my 6th block, during which I am a T.A. to my history teacher, Char and I got bored so we decided to take a walk outside, it was so nice when we got out that the first thing I did was drop my bag and stretch out right on the walkway to the school. People seemed to think it was pretty funny but it was just too nice for me to care. Eventually Char got me to move myself over to the grass and then we just stayed there for a while. But I realized that I had to go find my teacher so we started back towards her office. Before we could get there however, we saw our old English teacher the Twombs in the hell. We didn't really get a chance to see what he was doing, just that he was raising a pipe to his mouth when the FIRE ALARM went off. He paused, and then proceeded to blow into the tube which was when we realized that it was a homemade blowdart. He hit this kid in the hall with the lights and sirens going off then went to go get his class to safety and CHar and I went back the way we came. After the drill we tracked down Twombs and I asked him if that was really a blowdart gun thing and he responded by shooting one at me, it didn't actually hit me sine i was made out of MAGAZINE paper but it was still pretty funny. After that he explained, very seriously, the logistics and technicalities of the gun and the dart and when I asked him if this was his off-period too, he said, "No I'm teaching right now."
Deadpan. Only Twombley...
So yeah that's all I got for now. But hey at least I updated, I still have homework to do but until midnight I can can saw that I did it at night and not in the wee hours of the morning. And in the end that's ALL that matters.
BTW if anyone is reading this, please COMMENT. I"M DYING HERE, I keep thinking that I'm all alone in the world and as a reader you should stop that because those kinds of thoughts can lead to depression and do you want that on your conscience?
So there was a lot that I wanted to write about this week, but since (despite the fact that I only have 4 classes at my high school) all of my teachers decided to give a shit load of homework and my natural ADD kicked in, I got reaaaaaally distracted and well, didn't write any of it down. Now here I am having forgot ALL of it but at least I can write about what's on my mind now. And since I no longer react like a two-year-old and immediately want my parents to read this right after I update it, my mom doesn't even remember this and I can now right whatever the hell I want to, especially since NO ONE ELSE READS THIS!
But none of that bothers me, I've recently started to change things for myself, I huff less glue (that was a joke), i do my homework at night instead of at 5:30 in the morning, I get more hours at work, I try my very best to not fall asleep during class (I'll tell you about my system in a sec), I make an effort to not talk so loudly (which in my defense.... never mind), I try to keep my sentences short (and you can see how well that's going for me), and I have started (as of like an hour ago) to imagine myself on an island, nothing can hurt me and my life is my own. The only things that really weigh on my mind are to try and stay single (while thinking of ways to ask this one particular person out(because that works)), and saving for my car (which will happen some day because I have the perfect name and I want to start being able to use it). Oh yeah and to get a really sexy tattoo, but that's pretty low on the list right now.
Ok random subject change. Back to that system I talked about. For the last week or so I have been falling asleep during English, and occasionally History too. My friend Emma started to make some smart-ass comments about how technically I hadn't been to class for days so I developed a pretty straightforward way of things. First I tried caffeine, it seemed like the obvious answer. Except for the fact that the increased dosages of energy made me hyper when I wasn't in English (much to the amusement of Char), and then as soon as the Jubs started talking I was out. So then I went to the next best thing, I had Emma poke me when I was asleep, and it worked since she had a little too much fun stabbing me in the neck or side, but then she started paying attention during class and less on me so now it's Billie who reaches across the isle to startle me into wakefulness. It works for me, and that's all that matters.
But today during class when we were talking about stuff and I was in the in-between-phase of being awake and drooling on my book.
And then I reflected to yesterday, which was pretty awesome. It started off with sun, which was weird because I didn't know we got that here in Seattle, who knew? So during my 6th block, during which I am a T.A. to my history teacher, Char and I got bored so we decided to take a walk outside, it was so nice when we got out that the first thing I did was drop my bag and stretch out right on the walkway to the school. People seemed to think it was pretty funny but it was just too nice for me to care. Eventually Char got me to move myself over to the grass and then we just stayed there for a while. But I realized that I had to go find my teacher so we started back towards her office. Before we could get there however, we saw our old English teacher the Twombs in the hell. We didn't really get a chance to see what he was doing, just that he was raising a pipe to his mouth when the FIRE ALARM went off. He paused, and then proceeded to blow into the tube which was when we realized that it was a homemade blowdart. He hit this kid in the hall with the lights and sirens going off then went to go get his class to safety and CHar and I went back the way we came. After the drill we tracked down Twombs and I asked him if that was really a blowdart gun thing and he responded by shooting one at me, it didn't actually hit me sine i was made out of MAGAZINE paper but it was still pretty funny. After that he explained, very seriously, the logistics and technicalities of the gun and the dart and when I asked him if this was his off-period too, he said, "No I'm teaching right now."
Deadpan. Only Twombley...
So yeah that's all I got for now. But hey at least I updated, I still have homework to do but until midnight I can can saw that I did it at night and not in the wee hours of the morning. And in the end that's ALL that matters.
BTW if anyone is reading this, please COMMENT. I"M DYING HERE, I keep thinking that I'm all alone in the world and as a reader you should stop that because those kinds of thoughts can lead to depression and do you want that on your conscience?
Friday, March 11, 2011
Your Extra Time
The whole point of Running Start was that I wouldn't have any spare time and so then I would get shit done since I would have only a limited window for each specific thing. And all my plans work out.... yeah right. As it turns out I got too good at doing my homework at the last minute last year, and when that's coupled with my new discovery that this year I can stay up till midnight and get up at six and feel pretty refreshed. For those who may have the idea that maybe me always falling asleep in English would have something to do with my new sleeping pattern but in my defense, except for my AMAZING English class last year, every single one that I've had in the past have put me out like a light. It's just one of those things, sucks but it's the truth.
So back to my point, my procrastination paired with my new timetable means that I still have way too much extra time on my hands. So projects still get put until the night before they're due, studying is more like cramming, and I keep up my (pretty much unknown to anyone but me) reputation of knowing just about every show and movie out there, I mean everything, all the stupid details. Which means that not only am I a complete freak at Star Trek and Stargate, but I also have a couple of online awards for my mastery at a certain videogame called Jak 3, and I currently have a quicklist on Youtube of Glee songs since I watch the show every week despite how I tell everyone that I hate the show (I really do, I just have nothing else to do some days so hey why not catch up on a bunch of 20 somethings who think they honestly look like teens).
Speaking of Glee, my friend said that the main reason why they hire adults to play teens in shows like this is because there's some legal thing that prevents teenagers from doing most types of sex scenes or alike on tv so they need adults to make out for the audience.
And going off of that the episode this week called sexy involved Quinn having a hicky thanks to Finn, which for me is ironic since a week ago my friend's cat mauled my chest and then the day before yesterday I burned myself with my straightener. What do two and two make? In this case according to Emma (one of my closer friends) it looks like I got a hicky myself from Wolverine...... that's just so.much.fun. NOT!
Thankfully both are healing quick so as long as I wear the proper attire, they don't show much, too bad I seem to only own shirts that go down pretty far..... gaaaaaaah.
Anyway so that was my school week summed up pretty quick, I just can't wait for tomorrow since I have no idea what time I start work tomorrow and get to go in early just in case it's like the worst shift ever or something. The best part about that is that I was actually at my Starbucks earlier today and was even looking at the schedule when I was picking up my hairclip and for some reason I decided to not check for tomorrow, I must have this little person in my head that likes it when I make avoidable mistakes that could cause me a lot of suffering.... yeah....
So back to my point, my procrastination paired with my new timetable means that I still have way too much extra time on my hands. So projects still get put until the night before they're due, studying is more like cramming, and I keep up my (pretty much unknown to anyone but me) reputation of knowing just about every show and movie out there, I mean everything, all the stupid details. Which means that not only am I a complete freak at Star Trek and Stargate, but I also have a couple of online awards for my mastery at a certain videogame called Jak 3, and I currently have a quicklist on Youtube of Glee songs since I watch the show every week despite how I tell everyone that I hate the show (I really do, I just have nothing else to do some days so hey why not catch up on a bunch of 20 somethings who think they honestly look like teens).
Speaking of Glee, my friend said that the main reason why they hire adults to play teens in shows like this is because there's some legal thing that prevents teenagers from doing most types of sex scenes or alike on tv so they need adults to make out for the audience.
And going off of that the episode this week called sexy involved Quinn having a hicky thanks to Finn, which for me is ironic since a week ago my friend's cat mauled my chest and then the day before yesterday I burned myself with my straightener. What do two and two make? In this case according to Emma (one of my closer friends) it looks like I got a hicky myself from Wolverine...... that's just so.much.fun. NOT!
Thankfully both are healing quick so as long as I wear the proper attire, they don't show much, too bad I seem to only own shirts that go down pretty far..... gaaaaaaah.
Anyway so that was my school week summed up pretty quick, I just can't wait for tomorrow since I have no idea what time I start work tomorrow and get to go in early just in case it's like the worst shift ever or something. The best part about that is that I was actually at my Starbucks earlier today and was even looking at the schedule when I was picking up my hairclip and for some reason I decided to not check for tomorrow, I must have this little person in my head that likes it when I make avoidable mistakes that could cause me a lot of suffering.... yeah....
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Too much sugar..............................
Seriously I feel high, way tooooooo much sugar. On my home from Chemistry at the college today I decided to go by the store and picked up chips (which have a lot of sugar in them according to the nutrition facts... weird) kit-kat bars (for fear of feeling fat I'm not saying just how many I bought), and then I finished off my box of Girl Scout Cookies all the while drinking a soda. The sugar rush is still going strong but I can almost feel my teeth rotting in my mouth as I type.
But all in all life's pretty good right now, I'm listening to Gwenyth Paltrow sing Joan Jett, and currently writing another blog post. It really doesn't get much better than this.
Tomorrow is going to be interesting since I have to go to my friend Zerina's going away party which I know will be fun but I'm still going to cry. She was there when I first started working at Starbucks almost a year-and-a-half ago, and it just kind of seemed like she was always going to be there, it suuuucks that she is leaving. But at least it's to continue with her education and at least it means that she's going to be one step closer to the job that she really wants so I should be very happy for her, and I am, besides it's not like I'm going to all by myself at Starbucks. I have my new best coworkerfriend Courteney who is actually getting promoted and is my new boss, which rocks since she is an awesome worker. And I have Chris who is a hoot and everyone else too so it makes work fun, yeah....
Anyway onto happier topics. I managed to not only doze off during English like usual today, but I managed to sleep through the whole class. It would have been embarrassing if it hadn't been for the fact that no one saw me, and that I didn't drool thank god. But it was still an interesting moment when I put my head on my arm and I swear I blinked and I missed 45 minutes. I was veeeeeery confused for a minute or two but once I realized what had happened I spent the last five minutes of class trying to not laugh, and trying to catch up on whatever I missed, which as it turns out wasn't much.
It's a lot better than this one time when I fell asleep during the break between History and English and when I woke up I realized that we were watching a movie... oopsie.
Oh and speaking of English, fun fact. It's been almost a whole school year and my English teacher still doesn't know my name, or maybe he does and just doesn't care. Either way he calls me by my full first name (despite the fact that I haven't once put that on my homework or essays or anything, it's always my shortened name) but he also calls my friend Elissa Alyssa and so whenever she's not in class (like the last couple of days) for some unknown reason he marks ME absent which is really annoying because thanks to my bad habit of always ditching last year, I keep getting in trouble when my school auto-calls my house to tell my parents that I missed a class. It's happened frequently enough know that I think they're beginning to not believe me anymore... thaaaaanks Juba.
I know that these are trivial concerns for most other Juniors out there but it still bugs the shit out of me (pardon my french).
OOOOOOOH speaking of french for the first time ever I haven't only managed to get a full score on a major project, I've also managed to turn in all my homework so far, a real moment for me. Granted we've only had the two homework assignments, but I have consistently turned them both in, yay me!
And now as I look outside my window I notice how truly windy it is, I don't want any trees falling on my house or anything but it would be kind of nice if one of them fell and like blocked a major road or something so that maybe school would be canceled because my little sister has a LID tomorrow and I hate that she gets to sleep in and get a three-day-weekend that I was supposed to get to if it hadn't been for the freakish snow days. GRRRRR. Wow it is really getting windy out there it's kind of too scary to watch I keep waiting for one of the big pines to just SNAP and crush like my car or something. (That would especially suck since it is a brand new car and I haven't even gotten my phone synced to it yet).
Okay well I'm out of stuff to talk about for now, so off to go eat more junk food.... if there's any left....
But all in all life's pretty good right now, I'm listening to Gwenyth Paltrow sing Joan Jett, and currently writing another blog post. It really doesn't get much better than this.
Tomorrow is going to be interesting since I have to go to my friend Zerina's going away party which I know will be fun but I'm still going to cry. She was there when I first started working at Starbucks almost a year-and-a-half ago, and it just kind of seemed like she was always going to be there, it suuuucks that she is leaving. But at least it's to continue with her education and at least it means that she's going to be one step closer to the job that she really wants so I should be very happy for her, and I am, besides it's not like I'm going to all by myself at Starbucks. I have my new best coworkerfriend Courteney who is actually getting promoted and is my new boss, which rocks since she is an awesome worker. And I have Chris who is a hoot and everyone else too so it makes work fun, yeah....
Anyway onto happier topics. I managed to not only doze off during English like usual today, but I managed to sleep through the whole class. It would have been embarrassing if it hadn't been for the fact that no one saw me, and that I didn't drool thank god. But it was still an interesting moment when I put my head on my arm and I swear I blinked and I missed 45 minutes. I was veeeeeery confused for a minute or two but once I realized what had happened I spent the last five minutes of class trying to not laugh, and trying to catch up on whatever I missed, which as it turns out wasn't much.
It's a lot better than this one time when I fell asleep during the break between History and English and when I woke up I realized that we were watching a movie... oopsie.
Oh and speaking of English, fun fact. It's been almost a whole school year and my English teacher still doesn't know my name, or maybe he does and just doesn't care. Either way he calls me by my full first name (despite the fact that I haven't once put that on my homework or essays or anything, it's always my shortened name) but he also calls my friend Elissa Alyssa and so whenever she's not in class (like the last couple of days) for some unknown reason he marks ME absent which is really annoying because thanks to my bad habit of always ditching last year, I keep getting in trouble when my school auto-calls my house to tell my parents that I missed a class. It's happened frequently enough know that I think they're beginning to not believe me anymore... thaaaaanks Juba.
I know that these are trivial concerns for most other Juniors out there but it still bugs the shit out of me (pardon my french).
OOOOOOOH speaking of french for the first time ever I haven't only managed to get a full score on a major project, I've also managed to turn in all my homework so far, a real moment for me. Granted we've only had the two homework assignments, but I have consistently turned them both in, yay me!
And now as I look outside my window I notice how truly windy it is, I don't want any trees falling on my house or anything but it would be kind of nice if one of them fell and like blocked a major road or something so that maybe school would be canceled because my little sister has a LID tomorrow and I hate that she gets to sleep in and get a three-day-weekend that I was supposed to get to if it hadn't been for the freakish snow days. GRRRRR. Wow it is really getting windy out there it's kind of too scary to watch I keep waiting for one of the big pines to just SNAP and crush like my car or something. (That would especially suck since it is a brand new car and I haven't even gotten my phone synced to it yet).
Okay well I'm out of stuff to talk about for now, so off to go eat more junk food.... if there's any left....
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
You're an Eagle P***s
Does anyone out there know and/or understand siblings?
Haha you're right that WAS a trick question, but at least it has an answer, and it's no. DUUUUH.
I'll give it you (or rather myself) that there is no way in hell that I could understand my younger sister, it might be because she's currently 12 years old and I didn't even understand myself when I was 12. And maybe it has something to do with the fact that she steals my stuff all the time, or even that whenever we have a problem we just either tackle each other or.... yep trying to kill one another is basically the only thing that we do when we fight. But despite all this we still somehow remain sort-of-friends. In real life even if we were the same age and we met in the exact right circumstances we wouldn't be able to stand each other, but since the dumb 8-year-old me decided to one day just ruin the rest of her life and ask her parents for a little sister. And now since we're stuck with each other we fall into the category I just named, friends (but only because we have to be). I may not be able to talk men with her.... or women either for that matter, but I have to love her.
So when we're having a rare moment of sisterly fun and wrestling on the ground because once again she forgot to start a new roll of toilet paper, when my TWELVE-year-old sister says, "you suck mega-giraffe abortions!" One really just has to go.... huh? Seriously she said that, you got to have respect for a kid who would be able to say that, even if that just makes us both laugh harder. But to top it off the next thing she said was, "you're an eagle penis".
Ummmmmm.........................
Yeah no response to that.
But still I have the respect, I think.... maybe there isn't a real name for what I'm feeling in response to this interesting choice in a description of my characteristics.
Haha you're right that WAS a trick question, but at least it has an answer, and it's no. DUUUUH.
I'll give it you (or rather myself) that there is no way in hell that I could understand my younger sister, it might be because she's currently 12 years old and I didn't even understand myself when I was 12. And maybe it has something to do with the fact that she steals my stuff all the time, or even that whenever we have a problem we just either tackle each other or.... yep trying to kill one another is basically the only thing that we do when we fight. But despite all this we still somehow remain sort-of-friends. In real life even if we were the same age and we met in the exact right circumstances we wouldn't be able to stand each other, but since the dumb 8-year-old me decided to one day just ruin the rest of her life and ask her parents for a little sister. And now since we're stuck with each other we fall into the category I just named, friends (but only because we have to be). I may not be able to talk men with her.... or women either for that matter, but I have to love her.
So when we're having a rare moment of sisterly fun and wrestling on the ground because once again she forgot to start a new roll of toilet paper, when my TWELVE-year-old sister says, "you suck mega-giraffe abortions!" One really just has to go.... huh? Seriously she said that, you got to have respect for a kid who would be able to say that, even if that just makes us both laugh harder. But to top it off the next thing she said was, "you're an eagle penis".
Ummmmmm.........................
Yeah no response to that.
But still I have the respect, I think.... maybe there isn't a real name for what I'm feeling in response to this interesting choice in a description of my characteristics.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Sheeeeeee's Baaaaaaack
Yeah I know, once again there is another blog out there that proves that teenagers lose interest in stuff about five minutes after they start. But I'm here to try and change that... I'm not saying I'm going to succeed, hell knowing me...., anyway I'm going to try and that's all I can do I guess. Besides doing this is waaaay more fun and interesting than doing homework and rewatching episodes of Legend of the Seeker and Stargate Universe, lamenting failed shows. Speaking of which that actually has something to do with why I'm doing this, I realized just how tired I am of networks screwing with me. And it really isn't just me that's being screwed with, because despite how none of my friends get my obsession with Sci-Fi and Australian shows/movies, there are others out there that feel similarly.
Have you ever seen a show and just really liked it? I know I have and until I get more than just my mom to read this, that's all that matters right now. And as someone who has fallen in love with shows like Stargate Universe, it kills me when they get canceled, because all if proves is that it really isn't just teenagers that lose interest in things right after they start. Execs of all those major channels are always messing with timetables, and in the case of SGU they changed it from Friday to Tuesday and then the ratings went down, and then those same execs decided that that meant the show wasn't doing well and so it was time to pull the plug. What really happened? NOT EVERYONE HAS TIVO! Not everyone can follow that big of a shift in times for a show and so of COURSE ratings went down, as a lifelong fan of anything and everything Stargate, I know that the show not only kept it's amazing qualities that made it great, it was just starting to improve upon them. And what happens, it gets choked off before it can really get started. GAAAAAAH Really? Are you f*****g serious!?!
I know that there were others who thought the new Stargate show was too dark and didn't follow the idea that was originally set in place by the first Stargate movie, but those are probably the same people who don't believe in evolution and do believe in polygamy, so they don't count. The point is that the show was great... and now the final episodes are airing (starting yesterday) and with each one I'm realizing just how much I'm going to miss that show and that this could be the very end for Stargate and all of it's affiliates, which sucks because besides Star Trek I'm sure it's the longest running Sci-Fi phenomenon out there (oh and besides Doctor Who too) and this is a really shitty end for it.
So to prove that I am better than all those execs I am trying to start what will hopefully be a successful run at being productive and keeping something going, even if no one has fallen in love with me or my blog yet. Because unlike SGU, there's still hope for my story to go on. Cheesy I know, but it works, and that's all that matters to me. And I'm all that counts because no one is reading this... HA!
By the way here's my (probably ongoing in the future) list of unfairly canceled shows, science fiction or not: (By the way you should consider watching some of them, they're really good albeit short)
Stargate Universe
Stargate Atlantis
Firefly ( I KNOW I'm not the only one mad about that)
Farscape
The Class
Star Trek: Enterprise (Yeah I might be the only one mad about that)
The Legend of the Seeker
The Dresden Files
Basically any show on Hulu since they only seem to pick up the ones that they know are over.... GRRRRRR.
Have you ever seen a show and just really liked it? I know I have and until I get more than just my mom to read this, that's all that matters right now. And as someone who has fallen in love with shows like Stargate Universe, it kills me when they get canceled, because all if proves is that it really isn't just teenagers that lose interest in things right after they start. Execs of all those major channels are always messing with timetables, and in the case of SGU they changed it from Friday to Tuesday and then the ratings went down, and then those same execs decided that that meant the show wasn't doing well and so it was time to pull the plug. What really happened? NOT EVERYONE HAS TIVO! Not everyone can follow that big of a shift in times for a show and so of COURSE ratings went down, as a lifelong fan of anything and everything Stargate, I know that the show not only kept it's amazing qualities that made it great, it was just starting to improve upon them. And what happens, it gets choked off before it can really get started. GAAAAAAH Really? Are you f*****g serious!?!
I know that there were others who thought the new Stargate show was too dark and didn't follow the idea that was originally set in place by the first Stargate movie, but those are probably the same people who don't believe in evolution and do believe in polygamy, so they don't count. The point is that the show was great... and now the final episodes are airing (starting yesterday) and with each one I'm realizing just how much I'm going to miss that show and that this could be the very end for Stargate and all of it's affiliates, which sucks because besides Star Trek I'm sure it's the longest running Sci-Fi phenomenon out there (oh and besides Doctor Who too) and this is a really shitty end for it.
So to prove that I am better than all those execs I am trying to start what will hopefully be a successful run at being productive and keeping something going, even if no one has fallen in love with me or my blog yet. Because unlike SGU, there's still hope for my story to go on. Cheesy I know, but it works, and that's all that matters to me. And I'm all that counts because no one is reading this... HA!
By the way here's my (probably ongoing in the future) list of unfairly canceled shows, science fiction or not: (By the way you should consider watching some of them, they're really good albeit short)
Stargate Universe
Stargate Atlantis
Firefly ( I KNOW I'm not the only one mad about that)
Farscape
The Class
Star Trek: Enterprise (Yeah I might be the only one mad about that)
The Legend of the Seeker
The Dresden Files
Basically any show on Hulu since they only seem to pick up the ones that they know are over.... GRRRRRR.
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