A few friends and I have a habit of adding an alliterative adjective to each day of the week in accordance with our mood and/or recent happenings. Here is how this past week turned out.
Monotone Monday
The genera l feel of the day was very monotonous. First, we were all fighting the effects of the recent time change. Losing an hour of sleep isn’t exactly a walk through the park for already sleep deprived teenagers. Just sayin’. Second, Monday is typically a day to mourn the death of the weekend; therefore, no one’s favorite. It wasn’t a terrible day, just not anything to write home about.
Tuesday – Wednesday
Tuesday and Wednesday, unfortunately, went unnamed this week. They just didn’t have the characteristics of a day deserving of a special title. Overall, both days were uneventful and oddly less than average. I forgot to wear green on St. Patrick’s Day and got pinched a lot. And that’s about it.
Thirsty Thursday/Throwin’ Punches Thursday
I realize Thirsty Thursday is normally associated with alcohol, but in this case it is not. Each Thursday of every week one person is responsible for bringing a Dr. Pepper for everyone. First, Dr. Pepper is the greatest drink ever created. Second, a little bit o’ caffeine in the morning is always a greatly anticipated boost. Let me explain Throwin’ Punches Thursday. I’m not promoting violence here or anything, because I’m not actually suggesting you throw punches. This is just a day to recognize all of the people in your life that need and/or deserve a punch. Like rude and pathetic people who think everything is a competition, when it definitely isn’t. But I’m not even going there.
No Pants Friday
I know, I know. No Pants Friday isn’t alliterative, but that’s alright. It’s a weekly tradition in which everyone doesn’t…wear…pants. Obviously. Girls break out their dresses and skirts while boys wear shorts. Or kilts, if Mr. Mason didn’t frown upon that kind of thing. I didn’t participate this week. Oops.
Shopping Is Stupid Saturday
Weekends aren’t usually included in our day naming process, so this one describes my Saturday only. I’m not a big fan of shopping to begin with. Perusing endless racks and exerting the effort to try on a bunch of clothes I might not buy just isn’t fun for me. Apply this to prom dresses and the excruciating level rises, like, seven points. Guys have it unfairly easy. I’m incredibly jealous that I can’t just go out and get me a tux and be done. Seriously.
Sacred Sunday/Strenuous Sunday
I start off each Sunday by going to church. After activities concerning that are finished I spend the rest of the day finishing all of the homework I have put off until the last possible moment. If it were nice like it has been instead of yucky and raining I would play outside, but it is yucky and raining and the weather isn’t exactly something I control. So I just have to deal. Yay homework.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Insert Witty and Captivating Title Here
Stuff Other People Said and Why I Like It:
This is my life. It is my one time to be me.
Maya Angelou
This is probably one of my favorite quotes of all time. It’s simple, but with big meaning. I’m a no worries kind of gal. I am not a fan of restrictions or conformity. And I don’t mean that in your stupid, rebellious teenager sense. That would be really lame and cliché of me to say. For example, all of the recent hubbub about the future and the rest of our lives and whatnot. I am very interested in psychology and plan on getting my doctorate degree. I would like to work with children and adolescents. I do not want to attend school or live in Owensboro. I do want to get married, but do not want children of my own. And that’s a basic outline of the rest of my life so far.
I’m not going to sit here and say I’m going to this certain college and live in this certain city and get married at this age and have this number of children. I just feel like that would be silly. I’m more of a go with the flow person. Not that I’m not driven and just going to follow my every whim, because that would be silly as well. I am quite excited for the rest of my life and passionate about what I want to do. But my belief is that you’ve just got to let life take you where you’re supposed to go, as long as you know it’s in the right general direction. Experiences change you and your path. If you’ve had your life planned out since day one of freshman year in high school, that’s kind of a problem. Because instead of adapting your path to who you are, you’re conforming to some pre-set life you’re not supposed to live. That’s wrong.
You’re only given one life; you might as well spend it happy. And a happy life is an imperfect life. Perfect isn’t my thing. Why exert yourself aiming for something that doesn’t exist? If everything is perfect, everything is expected. You’re content, always where you want to be. B-O-R-I-N-G. As bizarre as this may be, I kind of like chaos. Not the wild, out of control kind but the surprising, exhilarating kind that allows you everything life has to offer. I want to cry, laugh, and scream. I want to feel anger, uncertainty, fear, and fearlessness. I want to have to fight for what I believe and work for my dreams. I want the unexpected. I want something to look forward to and something to look back on. I want to make mistakes. I want to make my own way, without anyone telling me I can or can’t, should or shouldn’t. I want to know I did what I wanted and what I thought was right, not what anyone else wanted or thought. I want my life to be mine.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to be some freakish loner focused on making my life my own. That would totally contradict my whole philosophy. I think that the people in your life make the person you are and therefore the life you live. I am undoubtedly who I am because of everyone I’ve ever known. We are all individuals because we are tiny pieces of each and every person that’s ever passed through or stayed in our lives. And all of those people are made up of every person they’ve ever known. It’s a never ending cycle and it’s incredible. I love every single person in my life. I love every single person I’ve ever lost or just lost touch with. People change. Friends change. It happens. And even if it hurt, even if it was messy, their impact on who I am is still the same.
This is my life. It is my one time to be me.
Maya Angelou
This is probably one of my favorite quotes of all time. It’s simple, but with big meaning. I’m a no worries kind of gal. I am not a fan of restrictions or conformity. And I don’t mean that in your stupid, rebellious teenager sense. That would be really lame and cliché of me to say. For example, all of the recent hubbub about the future and the rest of our lives and whatnot. I am very interested in psychology and plan on getting my doctorate degree. I would like to work with children and adolescents. I do not want to attend school or live in Owensboro. I do want to get married, but do not want children of my own. And that’s a basic outline of the rest of my life so far.
I’m not going to sit here and say I’m going to this certain college and live in this certain city and get married at this age and have this number of children. I just feel like that would be silly. I’m more of a go with the flow person. Not that I’m not driven and just going to follow my every whim, because that would be silly as well. I am quite excited for the rest of my life and passionate about what I want to do. But my belief is that you’ve just got to let life take you where you’re supposed to go, as long as you know it’s in the right general direction. Experiences change you and your path. If you’ve had your life planned out since day one of freshman year in high school, that’s kind of a problem. Because instead of adapting your path to who you are, you’re conforming to some pre-set life you’re not supposed to live. That’s wrong.
You’re only given one life; you might as well spend it happy. And a happy life is an imperfect life. Perfect isn’t my thing. Why exert yourself aiming for something that doesn’t exist? If everything is perfect, everything is expected. You’re content, always where you want to be. B-O-R-I-N-G. As bizarre as this may be, I kind of like chaos. Not the wild, out of control kind but the surprising, exhilarating kind that allows you everything life has to offer. I want to cry, laugh, and scream. I want to feel anger, uncertainty, fear, and fearlessness. I want to have to fight for what I believe and work for my dreams. I want the unexpected. I want something to look forward to and something to look back on. I want to make mistakes. I want to make my own way, without anyone telling me I can or can’t, should or shouldn’t. I want to know I did what I wanted and what I thought was right, not what anyone else wanted or thought. I want my life to be mine.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to be some freakish loner focused on making my life my own. That would totally contradict my whole philosophy. I think that the people in your life make the person you are and therefore the life you live. I am undoubtedly who I am because of everyone I’ve ever known. We are all individuals because we are tiny pieces of each and every person that’s ever passed through or stayed in our lives. And all of those people are made up of every person they’ve ever known. It’s a never ending cycle and it’s incredible. I love every single person in my life. I love every single person I’ve ever lost or just lost touch with. People change. Friends change. It happens. And even if it hurt, even if it was messy, their impact on who I am is still the same.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Bret Michaels, Herpes, and the Vatican City
I am not ashamed to admit that I am one of those people that, if you happen to only catch a snippet of any of my conversations, you’re probably not going to know what in the name of all things normal is going on. Here is a window into my most recent ridiculous conversations and discussions, including quotations and things of that nature. Hey! I’ll even put them in list form since I’ve been slacking in my promise to provide those.
My Life in Conversations and Such: Part One (Because These Conversations Are Going To Keep Happening)
1. “Nothing beats a sad Bon Jovi song on a Saturday night.” My sister said this, and a discussion of Bret Michaels ensued. Yes. You heard me. Bret Michaels. Together, our thought processes just aren’t logical. So please don’t bother asking how a discussion of Bret Michaels spurned from a sad Bon Jovi song on Saturday night.
2. “How HIP is HERPES?” Before you let your mind run rampant with this statement, let me explain. A friend of mine was in possession of a STD informational brochure in which alliteration was displayed at its’ finest. And by finest, I mean worst. Other examples: How GREAT is GONNORHEA? How AWESOME is AIDS? Yep. Told you.
3. “If you could glow in the dark, which color would you want to glow?” Argument follows in which nuclear waste green and electric blue are debated. Let’s just say it is REALLY easy to get distracted in Earth and Space.
4. Just imagine two high school students narrating March of the Penguins spur of the moment. As in the documentary on penguin mating habits or whatever. That was mildly entertaining.
5. “So…do you think we would get excommunicated from the Catholic church if we toilet papered the Vatican City with toilet paper printed with the 95 Theses on it?” These are the questions that haunt my mind.
6. A conversation in which the Worst Torture Ever was decided: Administering hundreds of paper cuts all over someone’s body, spraying them down with a hose, and then dropping them into a huge vat of salt. Ah, lunchtime conversation.
My Life in Conversations and Such: Part One (Because These Conversations Are Going To Keep Happening)
1. “Nothing beats a sad Bon Jovi song on a Saturday night.” My sister said this, and a discussion of Bret Michaels ensued. Yes. You heard me. Bret Michaels. Together, our thought processes just aren’t logical. So please don’t bother asking how a discussion of Bret Michaels spurned from a sad Bon Jovi song on Saturday night.
2. “How HIP is HERPES?” Before you let your mind run rampant with this statement, let me explain. A friend of mine was in possession of a STD informational brochure in which alliteration was displayed at its’ finest. And by finest, I mean worst. Other examples: How GREAT is GONNORHEA? How AWESOME is AIDS? Yep. Told you.
3. “If you could glow in the dark, which color would you want to glow?” Argument follows in which nuclear waste green and electric blue are debated. Let’s just say it is REALLY easy to get distracted in Earth and Space.
4. Just imagine two high school students narrating March of the Penguins spur of the moment. As in the documentary on penguin mating habits or whatever. That was mildly entertaining.
5. “So…do you think we would get excommunicated from the Catholic church if we toilet papered the Vatican City with toilet paper printed with the 95 Theses on it?” These are the questions that haunt my mind.
6. A conversation in which the Worst Torture Ever was decided: Administering hundreds of paper cuts all over someone’s body, spraying them down with a hose, and then dropping them into a huge vat of salt. Ah, lunchtime conversation.
Dear Abby, Disrespect, and the High School Male Population
I was perusing the newspaper a few days ago and smiled as I came across the Dear Abby section. What humor could I find in the questions, complaints, and woes of my fellow subscribers today? The topic of one of the letters I found can only be suitably described in one word: PREPOSTEROUS. A woman had written in bashing men who open doors for women. She stated that when a man opens a door for her it makes her feel inferior because she is perfectly capable of opening doors for herself. I don’t know; I just don’t understand. Chivalry might be a dying art, but it sure isn’t dead. Why would you want it to be?
First, I would like to shout out to all of the friendly strangers out there and say THANKYOU. The world could definitely use more of you. Last Thursday, I was not in the jolliest of moods. During second block I was walking up the drama hallway on my way to the little girl’s room. Other than myself, there was only one other person in the hallway, walking towards me in the opposite direction. I don’t know who he was. He was one of those few people you see in the hall that you’ve never seen before. Anyway. As we got closer to one another, he smiled and simply said, “Hello. How are you?” I replied with a genuine smile saying that I was fine and asked him how he was. He stated that he was good. All of this was said without either of us stopping or even slowing down. This seemingly insignificant gesture impacted me profoundly. I felt noticeably better before I even exited the hallway.
I’m just saying, gentlemen aren’t exactly something you run into frequently these days. I find this fact disheartening, apparently a minority belief. Too many young girls accept less than respectful behavior and attitudes from guys. Seriously. What is that all about? Yes, we do live in a society in which men and women are more equal than previous generations. Maybe it is old fashioned, but I think guys should still be expected to be chivalrous toward women. I am a capable and independent person, but I think women and girls need to hold guys to a higher standard. I find manners and courtesy quite admirable. I happen to be in acquaintance with a few fine young men myself. The other day, I was walking down the hallway with two guys I know. Reaching a pair of double doors that were propped open, both of them stopped to let me walk through first. This may seem like a small gesture but it made me smile and it’s nice to know there are exceptions to the high school male population, no matter how few.
First, I would like to shout out to all of the friendly strangers out there and say THANKYOU. The world could definitely use more of you. Last Thursday, I was not in the jolliest of moods. During second block I was walking up the drama hallway on my way to the little girl’s room. Other than myself, there was only one other person in the hallway, walking towards me in the opposite direction. I don’t know who he was. He was one of those few people you see in the hall that you’ve never seen before. Anyway. As we got closer to one another, he smiled and simply said, “Hello. How are you?” I replied with a genuine smile saying that I was fine and asked him how he was. He stated that he was good. All of this was said without either of us stopping or even slowing down. This seemingly insignificant gesture impacted me profoundly. I felt noticeably better before I even exited the hallway.
I’m just saying, gentlemen aren’t exactly something you run into frequently these days. I find this fact disheartening, apparently a minority belief. Too many young girls accept less than respectful behavior and attitudes from guys. Seriously. What is that all about? Yes, we do live in a society in which men and women are more equal than previous generations. Maybe it is old fashioned, but I think guys should still be expected to be chivalrous toward women. I am a capable and independent person, but I think women and girls need to hold guys to a higher standard. I find manners and courtesy quite admirable. I happen to be in acquaintance with a few fine young men myself. The other day, I was walking down the hallway with two guys I know. Reaching a pair of double doors that were propped open, both of them stopped to let me walk through first. This may seem like a small gesture but it made me smile and it’s nice to know there are exceptions to the high school male population, no matter how few.
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