I feel like I should probably share my favorite commercial. ARE YOU EXCITED?! ARE YOU READY?! Here it is.
I really don't even watch that much television, but personally, I consider this television gold. It's just funny. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Love and Stuff
It’s Valentine’s Day. Here’s what I have to say.
Cruel and Heartless Me Says:
You should probably reevaluate your life if your valentine is the life sized cardboard cutout of Edward Cullen/Robert Pattinson that you wake up and kiss every morning. VAMPIRES AREN’T REAL. Unfortunately, you’re just going to have to settle for a mortal boyfriend like the rest of the population.
I don’t do sappy and overly cliche. I’m just not that girl. I don’t want to see Dear John, I don’t like Nicholas Sparks novels, and if a man ever proposes to me on Valentine’s Day I think I’ll vomit.
Those candy message hearts taste disgusting. Still, I feel like it would be great fun personalizing a hate bag and sending them to someone just for laughs.
I think it’s ridiculous that stores put out their Valentine’s Day merchandise, like, the day after Christmas. Two months in advance is a little excessive if you ask me. I also find the Valentine’s season commercials and advertisements for condoms and adult novelty items a teensy disturbing. I don’t know; that’s just me.
PDA, past a very determined point, is just plain yucky. Seriously, some couples have no discretion. Come on people, have some class.
Not So Cruel and Heartless Me Says:
As lame as this may be, I am a huge fan of oversized stuffed animals. There’s just something about large furry masses of animal that bring out the huggy side of me. Surprises are my favorite and I also enjoy flowers. I think they’re nice.
At seventeen, I still give out valentines I’ve handmade (store bought valentines would be fantastically unacceptable). They’re nothing fancy and I don’t make a massive amount of them. They’re usually just a funny little note to let people know I was thinking about them and that they make my days better.
Despite the fact I have no significant other this February 14, I am not a bitter and miserable Valentine’s Day dreading love hater. That would be utterly unjustifiable and pathetic. I love and am so grateful for everyone in my life. Valentine’s Day isn’t just about romantic love.
Cruel and Heartless Me Says:
You should probably reevaluate your life if your valentine is the life sized cardboard cutout of Edward Cullen/Robert Pattinson that you wake up and kiss every morning. VAMPIRES AREN’T REAL. Unfortunately, you’re just going to have to settle for a mortal boyfriend like the rest of the population.
I don’t do sappy and overly cliche. I’m just not that girl. I don’t want to see Dear John, I don’t like Nicholas Sparks novels, and if a man ever proposes to me on Valentine’s Day I think I’ll vomit.
Those candy message hearts taste disgusting. Still, I feel like it would be great fun personalizing a hate bag and sending them to someone just for laughs.
I think it’s ridiculous that stores put out their Valentine’s Day merchandise, like, the day after Christmas. Two months in advance is a little excessive if you ask me. I also find the Valentine’s season commercials and advertisements for condoms and adult novelty items a teensy disturbing. I don’t know; that’s just me.
PDA, past a very determined point, is just plain yucky. Seriously, some couples have no discretion. Come on people, have some class.
Not So Cruel and Heartless Me Says:
As lame as this may be, I am a huge fan of oversized stuffed animals. There’s just something about large furry masses of animal that bring out the huggy side of me. Surprises are my favorite and I also enjoy flowers. I think they’re nice.
At seventeen, I still give out valentines I’ve handmade (store bought valentines would be fantastically unacceptable). They’re nothing fancy and I don’t make a massive amount of them. They’re usually just a funny little note to let people know I was thinking about them and that they make my days better.
Despite the fact I have no significant other this February 14, I am not a bitter and miserable Valentine’s Day dreading love hater. That would be utterly unjustifiable and pathetic. I love and am so grateful for everyone in my life. Valentine’s Day isn’t just about romantic love.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Insomnia, Oprah, and Red Paint
The inspiration for my topic comes from my current state of not being able to sleep. It is approximately midnight and I’ve been in bed for about an hour and a half. I realized about three minutes ago I could use this time to be productive and the product of that thought is this blog entry.
Unfortunately, tonight’s insomnia is not a special occurrence. On average, I have insomnia about three or four nights a week, sometimes more. Even when I do sleep, I don’t sleep very well. Not to say I don’t ever sleep; there are weekends I’m in bed at nine and asleep until eleven the next morning. Not to mention, there are always naps, which happen to be my favorite form of sleep. I find them more refreshing then a night’s sleep and often nap for a couple of hours after school if I don’t have too much to do and there isn’t a can’t miss Oprah episode on.
Normally, I do not spend my extra awake hours productively. I just lie in my bed and think and stare at my wall. I am not a counting sheep kind of person. In my experience with that, the sheep quickly become angry with me and refuse to jump the fence because it takes me so long to fall asleep and they’re tired and ready for bed themselves. I am also not a sleeping pills kind of person. Therefore, I’ve come up with a more fun and creative way to pass the time.
In my mind, I imagine a room. The walls of the room are white with no windows. Inside the room is myself, multiple gallons of red paint, brushes of various sizes along with other painting materials, and a ladder. With all of this, I simply paint the room. How I paint the room usually depends on my mood. Some nights I finger paint and create designs and doodles all over the walls. There are nights I paint the walls solidly. I’ll use a tiny watercolor paintbrush if I think it’s going to be a while before I fall asleep. Other nights I just use a regular paintbrush or roller. I’ve also used a sponge and one of those spray nozzles you see on TV just to mix things up. On occasion I will lift the entire gallon of paint and splatter the wall with it, which is always a treat. Honestly, I don’t prefer a certain method over any of the others, I enjoy them all.
Ever since I started doing this I don’t know how many years ago, the paint has been red. I’m not sure why, it just is. It happens. I guess I’m going to try and actually sleep now though. I feel like I’ve exhausted my ramblings on insomnia for one night. You should try my room painting sometime though. Let me know how it goes. Goodnight. :)
Unfortunately, tonight’s insomnia is not a special occurrence. On average, I have insomnia about three or four nights a week, sometimes more. Even when I do sleep, I don’t sleep very well. Not to say I don’t ever sleep; there are weekends I’m in bed at nine and asleep until eleven the next morning. Not to mention, there are always naps, which happen to be my favorite form of sleep. I find them more refreshing then a night’s sleep and often nap for a couple of hours after school if I don’t have too much to do and there isn’t a can’t miss Oprah episode on.
Normally, I do not spend my extra awake hours productively. I just lie in my bed and think and stare at my wall. I am not a counting sheep kind of person. In my experience with that, the sheep quickly become angry with me and refuse to jump the fence because it takes me so long to fall asleep and they’re tired and ready for bed themselves. I am also not a sleeping pills kind of person. Therefore, I’ve come up with a more fun and creative way to pass the time.
In my mind, I imagine a room. The walls of the room are white with no windows. Inside the room is myself, multiple gallons of red paint, brushes of various sizes along with other painting materials, and a ladder. With all of this, I simply paint the room. How I paint the room usually depends on my mood. Some nights I finger paint and create designs and doodles all over the walls. There are nights I paint the walls solidly. I’ll use a tiny watercolor paintbrush if I think it’s going to be a while before I fall asleep. Other nights I just use a regular paintbrush or roller. I’ve also used a sponge and one of those spray nozzles you see on TV just to mix things up. On occasion I will lift the entire gallon of paint and splatter the wall with it, which is always a treat. Honestly, I don’t prefer a certain method over any of the others, I enjoy them all.
Ever since I started doing this I don’t know how many years ago, the paint has been red. I’m not sure why, it just is. It happens. I guess I’m going to try and actually sleep now though. I feel like I’ve exhausted my ramblings on insomnia for one night. You should try my room painting sometime though. Let me know how it goes. Goodnight. :)
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Lists
Preface:
I am a huge fan of lists. For almost two years now I’ve been keeping a journal of my life and most of the entries are in list form. It helps to organize my thoughts, which are constantly all over the place. My favorite lists, hands down, are the ones I write for other people though. That’s why I’ve decided to write my blogs in list form from now on, starting today. Enjoy!
I Am Surrounded By Stupid (Simple Concepts No One Seems Able To Grasp)
1. Food goes in the grey trash cans and styrofoam goes in the white trash cans.
Everyday there are kids crowding and hovering over the trash cans in lunch with blank expressions on their faces wondering what to do with their plates, causing my hope to falter in future generations.
2. Walk on the right side of hallways and through the right side of doorways.
Why is this not common knowledge? I know that I am plowed down by people ALL THE TIME because they’re bumbling around on the left side of the hall or rushing through the wrong side of a door.
3. Nobody likes a pack of locker lingerers. People want to hit locker lingerers.
It would be nice if someone could explain to me why massive congregations of people chill in front of lockers that aren’t theirs. Of course, it wouldn’t be so bad if they all didn’t sneer at you when you ask them to move because they’re in front of your locker.
4. There is a difference between expressing yourself and making yourself a public spectacle.
How you dress is your choice and I’m all for self expression and not caring what other people think or like. I feel like there is a line between self expression and public spectacle though and neon colored jeans that are two sizes two small, an etch-a-sketch hanging from your lanyard, and bracelets literally up to your elbow cross that line.
5. Huggin’ it out in the halls is seriously unnecessary.
We’ve all encountered those girls that upon seeing each other across the hall begin to squeal, flail their arms, and barrel their way through everyone to meet in the middle of the hall. Once there, disrupting hallway traffic flow all the while, they commence to huggin’ it out for minutes at a time. “OH MY GOOD GOLLY GOSH, I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU SINCE A WHOLE BLOCK AGO!”
I am a huge fan of lists. For almost two years now I’ve been keeping a journal of my life and most of the entries are in list form. It helps to organize my thoughts, which are constantly all over the place. My favorite lists, hands down, are the ones I write for other people though. That’s why I’ve decided to write my blogs in list form from now on, starting today. Enjoy!
I Am Surrounded By Stupid (Simple Concepts No One Seems Able To Grasp)
1. Food goes in the grey trash cans and styrofoam goes in the white trash cans.
Everyday there are kids crowding and hovering over the trash cans in lunch with blank expressions on their faces wondering what to do with their plates, causing my hope to falter in future generations.
2. Walk on the right side of hallways and through the right side of doorways.
Why is this not common knowledge? I know that I am plowed down by people ALL THE TIME because they’re bumbling around on the left side of the hall or rushing through the wrong side of a door.
3. Nobody likes a pack of locker lingerers. People want to hit locker lingerers.
It would be nice if someone could explain to me why massive congregations of people chill in front of lockers that aren’t theirs. Of course, it wouldn’t be so bad if they all didn’t sneer at you when you ask them to move because they’re in front of your locker.
4. There is a difference between expressing yourself and making yourself a public spectacle.
How you dress is your choice and I’m all for self expression and not caring what other people think or like. I feel like there is a line between self expression and public spectacle though and neon colored jeans that are two sizes two small, an etch-a-sketch hanging from your lanyard, and bracelets literally up to your elbow cross that line.
5. Huggin’ it out in the halls is seriously unnecessary.
We’ve all encountered those girls that upon seeing each other across the hall begin to squeal, flail their arms, and barrel their way through everyone to meet in the middle of the hall. Once there, disrupting hallway traffic flow all the while, they commence to huggin’ it out for minutes at a time. “OH MY GOOD GOLLY GOSH, I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU SINCE A WHOLE BLOCK AGO!”
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