Tuesday, November 30, 2010

10 Things: November Edition

1.      1.  SNOW!

2.    2. The hype and awesomeness leading up to Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows part 1

3.     3. Harry Potter!!!


4.    4.  Youtube-mp3.org. seriously. I love it

5.     5. Comfy sweaters :3

6.     6. Emu boots

7.     7. Terriers

8.     8. The Vampire’s Assistant. This is the movie based on the titular first book of the Cirque du Freak series. I thought I'd hate it. I LOVE IT!

9.     9. Going to lunch at the DC with people. Some people hate the food there—I do not. Don’t be hatin'.

10  10. Big, fancy Christmas parties for the rich and famous where they dress up and drink champagne… and then I realize that these kinds of parties only happen on Gossip Girl…which I also love.

This One Moves!!!

Just a bunch of fun, moving things
who doesn't like Conan? mustache or no...
such a cutie :3

Jason Isaacs: Put it down! Tom Felton: Whoa, easy...


I finally have a use for all of these ridiculous moving icons from various anime's and the like...here goes!

this is not an anime...

Monday, November 29, 2010

Salvation, Iowa

So today I had the pleasure of dealing with drama. I hate drama. I used to think that everyone did. But now I know that some people love it. They love when it's around, they love seeing others wrapped up in drama, but most of all, they love to create it. I, on the other hand, try my hardest to squelch said drama before it makes contact with oxygen and expands like a sponge in water. 
But today was just the best day of my entire effing life because I had drama thrown right into my face. That's right. Just thrown at me and here I am, still thinking about it 'cause it pissed me off so damn much. 
Here I am, 8:52 in the morning, walking to my class; Feeling great, looking good, and happy because I had just enjoyed a wonderful breakfast. I turned a corner and saw a rather useless someone who I'd rather not see ever in my life. But rather than be awkward about it, I ignored said bump-on-a-log and went on to class. Later on in the day, I passed the same person and ignored them once again.

Allow me to clarify something: When I say that I "ignored" them
I don't mean that they said "hi" or anything or even acknowledged
my being there. We really don't talk ever, this person and I, so when
I say "ignored", I mean "business as usual."
Anyway, this time, the person calls out to me. I turn around. Person is meandering towards me with this smug little look on their face and I am just waiting to hear what they could possibly have to say to me. Nothing good, I assumed.
I was correct.
Long story short, I was informed that someone else that both this person and I knew was upset about something that was my fault. Person telling me this demanded that I make an apology to the Second Person for this wrong I had done them, and to Person, because I guess it was now my fault that SP made them relay a message to me.

Clarification time, once more. When I said that it was my fault, I meant that this person had remembered that I had mentioned going to the Harry Potter and The
Deathly Hallows midnight showing. This person had really want to go. So they had made plans to come into town for the weekend to see it with myself and some other friends.
Unfortunately, their ride fell through and they were unable to make it into town. So, with one ticket left for the taking, I gave it to someone else. Person A saw pictures on Facebook
of Person B at the premier and asked how she was there if she had just told her that she wasn't going because she didn't have a ticket. Person B responded with, "Oh, Rachel gave me an extra ticket." So I guess I was supposed to just waste $11 on a ticket that wouldn't 
have ever been used because Person A couldn't make it. 
Like I'd do that. Bull. Shit.

So this person was taking it personally. Far too personally. To the point where it's just childish. None of this was really my deal. After telling me this, the person just stood there with this snarky expression like they had dropped the biggest emotional bomb on me and they were waiting for me to cry or something. I was so unimpressed.

So I told the person telling me this that I didn't have time for any of it and I went to class. I got a couple of texts from this person (how they still have my number just defies my logic) basically calling me awful names and other things and in response, I deleted them.
Upon getting out of class, I checked my email. I had received a long, poorly spelled letter from the person who believed that I had wronged her by utilizing an extra HP ticket. In it, she called me a whole bunch of bad things and basically said that I was a horrible person.
What the Hell, guys? Really. What is this? Middle school? Can we relax...it's a movie ticket. A MOVIE TICKET. Ugh. And making someone else relay a message to me about how much you hate me is just cute. You have my number--AND MY EMAIL, AS PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED--just talk to me, ok?

DRAMA. it's poopy.

Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin

This post is purely for fun. And to promote my all time favorite literary romantic pairing of all time: Ronald Billius Weasley, the Lion Heart, and Hermione Jean Granger, the Brains of the Operation.

Don't get on me about the sizes of the pictures. I just love them.

I thoroughly approve. And do you know who else does?

Friday, November 26, 2010

Blackwater Ridge, Lostcreek Colorado

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all. I'm sorry that I didn't actually post this yesterday but I had traded my laptop for Stovetop. And it was worth it. Spending time away from the college, out of the dorm and with family is the best way to spend the last Thursday of any month. After watching the Macy's Thanksgiving's Day Parade, hanging out with my dear Uncle Joel, and watching all the cute little puppies in the Purina National Dog Show, I was fast asleep, happy and full of tryptophan. Day well spent, I'd say.
So I've been spending the entire day in comfy sweats, watching Law & Order: SVU and reliving the glory days of the first season of Supernatural...and eating leftovers :d  yum
Back to the Supernatural bit, can I just say that I've missed the characters' looks for the first season? Back in the day before Sam was parting his hair all weird and Dean's jacket was leather? Back when Dean wasn't so damn tan...and his hair was floofy....can you tell who my favorite is?
Excuse Me Princess is playing tonight at the Red Mug in Superior, WI. Can I just say that I feel like a groupie? But a really cool groupie without the sexual tendencies, 'cause that would be horrifying, no offense if any band members read this. So I'm excited.

Today's Black Friday....my sister went out at a quarter to six this morning with friends to go shopping... she's crazy.
Also, did y'all know that Glee's Cory Monteith was on an episode of...guess which show?! It's not that hard to figure out. Really. Anyway, he gets torn to bits by an evil monster out in the middle of nowhere...seems a stretch from singing Journey tunes on a FOX surprise phenomenon, huh?
he looks good for being mauled and eaten by a Wendigo, eh?

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Monday Morning Musings.

I am so sorry for not writing in a billion years. I've been so busy and this past week, I was deathly ill (not really, but I was still pretty damn sick)...and Part 1 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows premiered... but I'll get to that later. Now, without further ado, my musing will...begin.
Being right about something is one of the few free pleasures that anyone has anymore. The effects of being right include a sly smile, a warming sensation in your chest, puffing of the chest, and a lift in your overall personality. It's all good, right? Yes. It's very, very good.
I have to say that on Monday mornings, I am a firm believer in the philosophy coined by my mother's friend Renee. 
  Confucius (Renee) say...
Look good, feel good
Feel good, think good
Think good...do good
Wonderful, no? I think so. So Monday mornings, when I get dressed and ready to go face the collegiate world, I make sure to look good. Because when you dress your best, you'll feel your best. And when I get back eventually and see that my room mate has worn sweats and a Tshirt (her usual wardrobe by the way) all day long, I get a little bummed out. I don't know why you would choose to look like a bum on the first day of the week. It doesn't even matter that you probably won't even see anyone new during the day, so first impressions aren't really an issue, but wouldn't you want to look like you actually tried to look nice? Oh well.
And now we're watching Wrestle Mania...wtf. Andre the Giant Vs. Hulk Hogan. Again, I say, wtf. 
I realize that it is no longer Monday, so the title of this post no longer applies...but considering that the majority of these thoughts began on Monday, I think we'll be ok.
I'm thinking about getting another haircut... it's addicting, cutting your hair short. You just want to keep pushing it and see what you can get away with as far as hair is concerned. Another thing to do with my hair that I've been considering is dying a small strip of it a random bright color. I'm thinking blue...or green. Whatever. The whole point is that hair grows back so nothing's permanent. Hair, I think, is the perfect example of that. Nothing's permanent. Nothing is forever. True life. 

Friday, November 12, 2010

I Am A Shallow Wench

How do you tell someone that two of their favorite people aren't friends anymore? It sounds like it wouldn't be a problem. But it kind of sucks.
As soon as they ask, your mind starts racing. What do you say? Should you tell them everything? No, they don't want to hear everything. And you don't want to sound like a douche. But they deserve to know. But how should you break it to them? Are they going to be upset and ask why? Of course not. They won't want to pry into your business. But what if they do? What if it really bugs them and they check in with the other person and said other person spins some nasty lie about you before you can get your words in because you didn't want to sound like a bitch right off the bat?
I will admit, that last one's a tad paranoid. But it could happen.
Point is, what do you do when that happens? How are you supposed to break news like "Oh yeah, we aren't friends anymore" and not sound like a shallow wench?
Apparently, I cannot avoid it. I am a shallow wench.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

In Your Atmosphere

I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I don't know what its like to land and not race through your door
I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore

I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I'm not sure that I really ever could
Hold on to your hotel key in your bedroom neighborhood
Me sleep-walkin' in Hollywood

I'm gonna steer clear
I'd burn up in your atmosphere
I'm gonna steer clear
Cause I'd die if I saw you
I'd die if i didn't see you there
So i don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore

I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore
I'd get lost on the boulevard
Without your voice to tell me I love you take a right
the ten and the two is the loneliest sight

I'm gonna steer clear
I'd burn up in your atmosphere
I'm gonna steer clear
Cause I'd die if I saw you
I'd die if I didn't see you

I'm gonna steer clear, oh yeah
I'd burn up in your atmosphere
I'm gonna steer clear
Cause I'd die if i saw you
I'd die if I didn't see you there
See you there

Think I'm gonna stay, gonna stay in the gray
Think I'm gonna stay (gonna stay)
And the street lights say nevermind, nevermind
And the canyon lines say nevermind
The sunset says we see this all the time, nevermind
Never you mind

Wherever I go, Whatever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you
Wherever you go, Wherever you are
I watch your life play out in pictures from afar

Wherever I go, Whatever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you
Wherever you go, Wherever you are
I watch that pretty life play out in pictures from afar

Things I Don't Understand

I think the title is self explanatory, but whatever, right? This is a collection of things I do not understand.

Why can't I study in my dorm room? It makes no sense to me. I close my laptop—sometimes I even shut it down, just to be sure I won’t be distracted—I turn off my music and I focus. But nothing gets done. Like it just doesn't happen! I can read and reread and nothing sticks! So I wind up having to go the library at ungodly hours which not only pisses me off, it makes me even more tired so I just don't want to do anything. The only thing I can do in the library that winds up being successful is catch up on required reading... I can't write papers, I can't even take care of the effing outlines! It doesn't do that much for my academic self esteem, let me tell you.

I also don't get why people dress up their dogs. Last night at work, this lady came in carrying a bichon frise... no, that's not a kind of salad dressing... 
Said dog was wearing a sweater and booties. WTF guys?! The poor animal just looked uncomfortable. Good thing Rottweilers and German Shepherds don't fit in sweaters... because I think that if they did, there would be a canine uprising and then humanity would be royally fucked. 

Why the hell won't Blogger let me put pictures where I really want them? That's something I don't get. I originally planned for that angry German Shepherd down there to be right under the above paragraph but OH NO! Can't do that! Damn you. Whoever you are.
Serena Van der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf
Why do I have so much stress going on? Oh right! 'Cause I have a test tomorrow and two tests on Friday. That's why. Such angst. I'm freaking out about the one tomorrow...but for some reason, I'm not so nervous about the ones on Friday even though I know I should be. It's weird and I don't understand.
 Also! Tights under shorts.What is that? Yes, Blair Waldorf, I'm talking to you, you hussy...yeah. I went there. You with your red tights and your jumper and your jacket and your stupid little shoes, you...ugh. 
But it's not just fictional bitches from New York's Upper East Side who wear this ridiculous get-up. I see some girls at UMD wearing it as well. And why? I don't understand. Obviously, or I wouldn't have posted it here.
Other fashionable things that I don't understand would include:
  • Big furry boots
  • Bit furry hats (though I do really, really like them!!) 
  • Sundresses and combat boots 
  • Wearing tons of Ed Hardy
No comprendo
Magnets...how to they work?... That's kind of a joke.
The 7th Harry Potter movie!!! How the HELL can you cut that mother in half and expect it to be excellent?! Of course, it will be excellent. I have no doubts. But how can you chop it into two pieces? It's the last installment of the series! Just reading the book made me cry! Ugh. I don't even know what I'm gonna do about this....oh well. Slytherin Pride!!