Kangaroos, Beer and Hermione Granger

I chuckled while reading this DRAFT. 

Originally written November 27th, 2012 at that local coffee shop.

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I just need to write. Write write write. My body is quivering from locked up emotions and words I need to express. The sun is setting to my left. The smell of coffee & winter spices fills the air. Quiet typing is all around the room. Sip. We haven't bought anything. Sitting over here, 'hiding' and discussing the finer things in life... like kangaroos, beer, and hermione granger.

Yes, I have quite the to-do list, but this place inspires creativity. . . not boring work.
If i could just hold off a little longer on this creative spirit trying to escape my body, then i could get some work done . . .

talking to myself, it seems like. its ok though. this is helping. off to learn about mad cow...
dossen hoodeed man.
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Very Best Chap

Yet another DRAFT. Originally written November 16th, 2012.
I'll use this post to say how much I miss my friend Alette! She commissioned into the Air Force and moved out west with her boyfriend [who I also miss]. I hope all is well with them.

I'm going to miss doing things like this with her . . .

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Blimey! 

Me & my very best chap enjoying a bloody good cuppa coffee.

We haven't done a thing in over a fortnight.

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I remember this was one of the first nights we went to this local coffee shop together. We sat on our computers and spoke with British accents and looked up slang [which explains the wording of the post]. She was probably being productive, but I'm pretty sure I was blogging.

I Knew Better

I'm going to briefly share three stories about trust.
They will most likely make no sense to you.

The first will explain why I hate sharing. 

The second will explain why I hate group projects. 

The third will recount the time that I tried to fix these things . . . when I shouldn't have.

Sporty Spice

Lightening Press break room. Some girl wants to play with my barbies.
Mommy says I have to share.
Me: "Fine." Give her David Beckham's wife.
Girl: "Off with her head."
Doll breaks. I cry. WHAT THE HECK I'M NEVER SHARING EVER AGAIN.

Another day. Another opportunity to share with someone.
Remembers last experience BUT Mommy says I have to share.
Me: "HELL NO." Everyone says I'm mean because I don't share.

It's like touching a stove, getting burned, and people thinking you're a chicken because you're not up to touch the stove with them. Nobody understands.

History Games

Seventh grade history. Group project to create a board game.
Nobody has any plan or does anything.
I do entire project alone.
They still get credit.
WHAT THE HECK I'M NEVER DOING A GROUP PROJECT EVER AGAIN.

What are you, stupid?

{red-eye flashes twice}

Class. Group essays.
Teacher grades first draft.
Based on previous experience, I know to do the majority of the writing, but everyone contributes.
Time for revisions.
Group member VOLUNTEERS to revise.
I let my guard down and decide to be NICE.
He revises. I trust him... apparently too much.
He sends the EXACT SAME PAPER WITH NO REVISIONS.
Can I die? Who the...? What the...?
WHY THE HELL WOULD SOMEONE DO THAT?
As if they think nobody will notice.
This is a grown man. Far older than me.
Yet I'm either less lazy or just plain smarter than him.

WHAT THE HECK I'M NEVER GOING TO TRY AND CHANGE MY WAYS AGAIN...
Story One and Two happened to teach me a lesson and prevent shit like Story Three.

I'm too angry to write full sentences let alone make pretty colors.

I feel Grrrrrrrr

Here is a shaved bear:

Lent-il Soup

Oh well hey there!
Nope, I'm not dead
*thumbs up*
I'm vive-ing and kickin' and going along with my daily routine.

A lot has changed since I last posted.
And I mean a LOT.

I have far too many drafts that are unfinished or cowering in fear.
I'm going to delete them ALL.
Start fresh.
Blank slate.

As all things happen to be, my return is ironic.
I've returned to say so long for a bit.

I know I haven't been here, but I have been on the www
Too much actually.

Using lent as my excuse, I'm cutting back my internet usage.
While I don't need to give strangers (nor friends) my rules to this, I'll share a bit.

I'll still be tweeting, but hardly/ reading tweets.
I'll still be using Facebook for photos or conversing, but no bored scrolling.
Tumblr is completely forbidden.
And definitely no getting sucked into Youtube's dark hole.
Oneword will never be taken away from me, so you can forget about that one.

I'm attempting to cut my reliance down.
After the forty days I will return, but hopefully have less of a presence.

I hope to reconnect to things that are important to me.
Have interactions In Real Life.
Put more emphasis on schoolwork.

The internet will no longer be my weakness.
After this, I will use its powers for good.

Signing Off,

Literally.

Edit: The same day I wrote this post, I failed... 

I randomly scrolled through Facebook and watched sad proposal rejections and pranks on Youtube. 

Bibliotheque

I ventured out into the chilly weather to come to the library. 

While I've previously mentioned my hatred for this cold, silent, and creepy 10-story building...

I've hated nothing more than the very bedroom I sleep in each night.

Rewind to the end of Spring Semester last year...
Moving out of Sanford should have been a joyful experience. Getting away from the community showers, noisy neighbors, and minimal space was definitely a relief, but as I turned around to shut the door for the very last time, I became sentimental.

Looking around the room I saw every positive and negative emotion I felt in that space. I saw myself sitting at my desk Skyping with my friends, dancing around being silly with my roommate, laying in bed arguing with my ex, pacing back and forth tearing up over the loss of Abby, and curling up into the corner of my bed screaming and crying hysterically about Gary's passing. I could literally see all of these things before my eyes. It shocked me how vivid I made everything. I didn't want to leave it all behind. SO much had changed in one short year...


So not only is there a giant mess stretching to every corner of my current room, but standing at my door looking in I see every emotion I have felt there. I won't get into all that I feel when I sit at my desk, but I know it makes me want to jump out the window and run as fast as I can. How do you get these memories and feelings to leave your room for good?

At this point I have no solution... 

so here I am, in the library I once dreaded... 

feeling more comfortable and happier than ever

Goals

I finally mustered up the courage to publish the "Mes Buts" page... 

Originally to be called the Bucket List, I realized it wasn't just a list of things I wanted to do before I die. I'm used to comparing my list to these über glorified & exciting bucket lists posted all over the internet. Although somewhat fearing judgement, if I'm going to post my goals up for the world to see, then I'm going to be completely honest about it. 

I found my list isn't just crazy risks or things that are once in a lifetime. They're things that some people may have already done in life, things I want to do before a certain season ends (and will most likely repeat every year), and simple tasks I feel I need to do to feel accomplished in life and become a better person. 

I want to go to bed every night feeling that I made progress towards something on my list.

It's a hard task to write everything you want to do in life. I had to practically tear my bedroom apart to find my notebook that I had used to keep track of it all. I took a bright blue pen to the paper, scribbled out all of the things that were no longer important to me, and began to type. I have no doubt that I will randomly think of things to add all the time and I surely will make posts when I cross something off the list.

Some things I have to work towards over time, others will be a one time thing or even luck. Basically, the page is a hodgepodge mess of my wishes, hopes, and dreams ☆

Post.Script. > 

I will gladly take suggestions on Books to Read (probably my shortest list since I don't read often) or things to do during one of the seasons!

Post.Post.Script. >

While going through my notebook... Start & keep up with a blog was on the list. I guess I'm in the midst of that goal :)

Nine Eleven Random Updates

The outfit I wore on September 11th.

The only family/friends we know who worked in the Twin Towers were not at work that day.

So many other families were not granted the same grace...

Most of the time people wear yellow: to honor & remember the lost.

I think my red, white & blue shows I'm proud...

Of all those who fought to keep others alive & still fight today for our country.

Thank You <3 p="p">

& God Bless all who lost anyone on that day.

{Swackett, my weather app, did a 9/11 tribute today}

Got to wear one of my favorite necklaces today.

It was a gift from my cousin Jon when we were kids.

He's too grown up now:

{ Lol I thought this was cute... on the way to junior prom }

The weather has been so FALL lately.

Super excited for my favorite season to truly begin.

It's exceptional <3 p="p">

{British socks}

{New Astronomy notebook, painted nails & favorite pen ATM}

Ever since I started attending school here, everyone has been telling me:

'You've never been to Amélie's?! You MUST go!'

And so my friends have finally managed to get me over there. 

It's a very cute place with crazy decorations.

Fits my style & sells fantastic Macrons :) 

Unfortunately, I only managed to snap a pic of my number & sandwich. 

But friends were there, I swear!

{or numbers written on map pieces}

{fromage et jambon}

Everyone cross their fingers for me! With Justice having financial troubles & employee cut-backs, they're not able to offer me any more hours until November. Not cool :/
I'm taking this as a sign/opportunity to try something else and I...

Applied for a job at Build-a-Bear!

I enjoy working with children & I think that I am BEARY qualified for the job.  { Hey, I might as well start practicing my cheesy bear-related sentences...ya know, just in case! }I'm also applying for positions at Delia's & Bath and Body Works. If none of these work out I may need to step outside of the 'retail' mindset. We'll see what the universe has in store for me ☆

Gary's Microwave Lesson

This morning, Alette and I decided to make biscuits and gravy! When I got back from my 9:30 class I jumped in the shower and she put this biscuits into our sadly tiny oven. After showering I walked into the kitchen to a confused and upset Lettus. 

' The microwave stopped working...'

she said & before allowing her to tell her story, I questioned if it was even plugged in. She said that she had already tried unplugging it and plugging it back in. My only thought was that maybe the outlet had blown for some reason. I reached back to grab the plug & immediately felt that the side of the microwave was HOT to the touch. I've never really felt a microwave get THAT hot before, at least not on the outside. I asked why it was so hot & she said she didn't know.

' Well, what were you using the microwave for? '

I asked & she told me exactly what happened: She was trying to put the timer on for the biscuits for 7 minutes but accidentally pushed START instead of TIMER and let it run like that for THREE MINUTES. I'm assuming the microwave stopped at this point and would not turn back on. I laughed so hard I was afraid I was making her feel bad. 

When I was about 9 years old... we were still living in North Forest apartments & Gary had flown from Colorado to visit us. I was in the kitchen setting the microwave timer for something and accidentally pushed START. Not even 10 seconds in to my mistake did Gary come rushing in to the kitchen yelling:

' NO NO NO! Turn that off, quick! '

He had never yelled at me before, and I wasn't even sure what I had done wrong. He turned the microwave off & said never turn the microwave ON with nothing inside of it. I am positive that he stood there and gave me the scientific explanation as he always did, but I was probably on the verge of tears and don't remember a thing.

From that day on I always made sure to push TIMER when I meant to, and not START. Unfortunately, Alette has not had the privilege of learning this mistake yet. When I said that doing so was bad, at first she didn't believe me. I couldn't prove it seeing as I 'blacked out' during the scientific explanation! I ran to Google and found out why...

When you run a microwave with nothing inside, there is nothing to absorb the microwaves and they start to build up inside the cooking chamber. With nowhere to go, the magnetron {the source of the microwaves} gets attacked by the waves! ' The magnetron isn't good at handling excessive power that returns to it from the cooking chamber and can be damaged as a result. '

Luckily, our microwave does in fact have ' Thermal Interlocks ' which prevent the microwave from overheating by turning it off. Much like a curling iron. After letting it cool, we plugged it back in and it worked just fine! What a stress that was and Alette was so upset that she had 'broken' the microwave.

The microwave working was the UPSIDE... the DOWNSIDE was that she accidentally burnt the biscuits and that it turns out packet gravy mix isn't the best tasting thing in the world. Oh well, I guess this is college living :b 

Lesson learned!

Hunt Village

I did it! 

After two weeks and two days {of school} I have finally made this post :)

Whoever is reading this will already know...

 I originally chose to live in a highrise again this year.

However, the high demand of Freshmen needing on-campus housing forced

housing to open some very old apartment buildings {that were meant to be torn down}

to any upper-classman living in the highrises... 

so I have a normally expensive apartment 

for the same price as a yucky highrise.

Go me!

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Starting with my room...

{desk}

Mini-Fridge full of chocolate milk, pudding and juice.

{my velcro hot dog}

           

Door

{inside}

{outside}

Closet

Closet is directly to the left when walking in:

- Books on the top
- Hook for keys & decorations on the side

--> Shoes

{calendar & class schedules}

{stolen magnet}

{lol, look at the 'to-do' my mom left me}

The Finale of My Bedroom:

My Bed

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Moving on...

{changing area}

{shower}    

                     

{CAUTION: bathroom door gets stuck}

{Caroline & Brittney's Rooms}

{Mine & Alette's Rooms}

Living Room

-View when walking in the door
-Hall way is on immediate left
-Kitchen is in back left corner
-Back right has a table

{lamp from IKEA}

{Freddy in the recliner}
{note the box side table}

{utility closet never opens}
{monster flamingo lives inside}

{dat hallway}

{excuse the mess that someone left behind :B }

{awkwardly placed fridge}

{magnet my mom gave us as a 'house warming' gift}

View off our balcony!

Though this apartment is set far from most of my classes

AND has many character flaws...

I think I'll like it here  :)