Sunday, November 27, 2011
I INVENTED SOMETHING AWESOME
There needs to be a Harry Potter shot glass that says "Obliviate" on it.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Rando
Oh god..
http://www.mocha.uk.com/dunk-mug.html
this. this. this is the PERFECT gift for my dad for Christmas. Too bad it rings up to nearly $40 with the shipping from effing England and its the only mug like this in the world because all of the ones on Etsy are gone. Oh god though.... it's so perfect. But see the problem is that if I did this then I would have about $10 to spend on everyone else and I would just knit things for them because I like doing that anyways, but it just came to my attention that when my mom cleaned out my room over the summer and she "put my knitting stuff in the basement" she actually probably donated and shit and now all I have is nothing.
THIS IS WHY, MAGGS, YOU DON'T JUST THROW AWAY THINGS THAT I USE AT LEAST ANNUALLY. It's true that I basically only knit in the Winter, but I pretty consistently do knit every Winter. I am so annoyed.
It wouldn't work as just a sound file so now there's pictures of baby tigers to make it a video. Raise your hand if you like that I post pictures of cute animals as a substitute for my obnoxiousness? Everyone's hands raised? Good.
This lovely solo happened at my last voice lesson. I have this thing where if I have a good voice lesson, I feel so much better about my life for a few days and that happened this week so that was nice! I think it's because of how I really just like singing and when I know I'm doing an alright job of it, not much else seems important. Which is honestly probably not the best approach to life considering that I don't really take music seriously as like, a career or anything but still, it's something that is not academic that not that many people are good at but I am and I like that. and Kevin is the best voice teacher ever! BOO YA KEVIN HOW YA LIKE THAT SHOUT OUT OH YEAH.
But yes that is the solo I kind of want to sing for Chorale. If we do the song. It's a pretty weird song though, if you're not already familiar with it because you're not Izabela (or any other person in Chorale who may or may not read my blog?), it's called I carry your heart and it is by Z. Randall Stroope and it is fucking weird. I listened to it on youtube and realized that I have actually never really understood what this was supposed to sound like... and it sounds weird. SO WE'LL SEE HOW IT GOES.
Okay well this was a random and poorly written post that I did not really mean to write... whoops. But you got to see some baby tigers! So there's that <33333333
http://www.mocha.uk.com/dunk-mug.html
this. this. this is the PERFECT gift for my dad for Christmas. Too bad it rings up to nearly $40 with the shipping from effing England and its the only mug like this in the world because all of the ones on Etsy are gone. Oh god though.... it's so perfect. But see the problem is that if I did this then I would have about $10 to spend on everyone else and I would just knit things for them because I like doing that anyways, but it just came to my attention that when my mom cleaned out my room over the summer and she "put my knitting stuff in the basement" she actually probably donated and shit and now all I have is nothing.
THIS IS WHY, MAGGS, YOU DON'T JUST THROW AWAY THINGS THAT I USE AT LEAST ANNUALLY. It's true that I basically only knit in the Winter, but I pretty consistently do knit every Winter. I am so annoyed.
This lovely solo happened at my last voice lesson. I have this thing where if I have a good voice lesson, I feel so much better about my life for a few days and that happened this week so that was nice! I think it's because of how I really just like singing and when I know I'm doing an alright job of it, not much else seems important. Which is honestly probably not the best approach to life considering that I don't really take music seriously as like, a career or anything but still, it's something that is not academic that not that many people are good at but I am and I like that. and Kevin is the best voice teacher ever! BOO YA KEVIN HOW YA LIKE THAT SHOUT OUT OH YEAH.
But yes that is the solo I kind of want to sing for Chorale. If we do the song. It's a pretty weird song though, if you're not already familiar with it because you're not Izabela (or any other person in Chorale who may or may not read my blog?), it's called I carry your heart and it is by Z. Randall Stroope and it is fucking weird. I listened to it on youtube and realized that I have actually never really understood what this was supposed to sound like... and it sounds weird. SO WE'LL SEE HOW IT GOES.
Okay well this was a random and poorly written post that I did not really mean to write... whoops. But you got to see some baby tigers! So there's that <33333333
Monday, November 21, 2011
Happy first anniversarrryyy!!
Guess what!
IT'S OUR BIRTHDAY!!
That's right folks, we have made it through an entire year of reading horrendous posts over here at THIS IS MY BLOG. And it certainly has been a glorious journey, but I have lots of things for this anniversary post, and they are composed of some of my favorite things to write/write about:
-things I hate
-lists of colleges
-funny story
-things I say I will do but I will never ever do
-more things I hate
-profound stories that end with me just getting confused at what my point was supposed to be
-nostalgia
YAY LET'S GET STARTED.
Things I hate:
-most everything.
-
Lists of Colleges:
and more specifically, the colleges to which I am actually applying,
1. University of Michigan
2. Ohio State University
3. University of Cincinnati
4. ...
yeah so I still don't have that final of a list... these are the only three I'm sure about.
Ummmmm.
Awkward.
Hope I get into U of Michigan ?
Funny story:
So last week (and this was supposed to be posted last week BUT I SAVED IT FOR THIS OCCASION PURPOSEFULLY HOW TRICKY AM I) the best thing to possibly ever happen, happened. I mean- when ever would the power just go out in a wealthy and capable city such as Westlake in the most esteemed Westlake High School, but Lord, it happened. So when the lights originally took their leave, I was in Pre-Calculus, a room with windows. But then, I was in Computer Applications after, and the lights still weren't on. Computer Apps is a class the relies entirely on electricity, and seeing as there weren't any windows, this was the absolute best opportunity for me to take a nap.
I mean, for real, I'm a senior, that class was comprised of 50% freshmen, 40% sophomores, 9% juniors and you guessed it, 1% seniors. And there are only 25 or so people in the class, which would mean that my solo- 1% would account for about 1/4 of a person. Based on my attendance record, it's accurate. Anyways, what would you expect me to do in the middle of a non-lit, comfy classroom?
So I'm just sitting there, head down on my desk taking my surprise siesta when all of a sudden, it appears that there is lightning in this classroom. My original though ran somewhere along the lines of why the FUCK is there lightning in this classroom? Until I realized that this was not lightning at all, it was of a much lower, much much lower, power. A freshman.
Apparently the though process went something like this: dark room, I'm an obnoxious freshman, perfect time to use the strobe app on my phone.
So I allowed it to go on for a few seconds, but even after hearing protests from classmates the inconsiderate loon continued to have it on.
SCARY SENIOR MODE: ACTIVATE
(oh, it's a thing)
"I HATE THIS."
It stopped.
Things I say I will do but I will never do:
- the whole uniform thing. Now I just have three polos I'll never wear. I honestly did it for one day, but the day following that day was meant to be pink and I just... I almost threw up. Not really, but I really do have a strange aversion to pink clothing and I realized that picking out that clothes is... not stressful at all compared to pink clothing.
- BEDAugust. Lolz right? I seriously did it for a solid day before I was just like meh... I'm out
- NaNoWriMo. I did it a couple days and actually the thoughts I was incorporating into the novel are all things I need to say and I do plan on finishing the novel by February hopefully.
- apply to Michigan State
- conclude anything very well at all
More things I hate:
- pretty much still most everything
- my caps lock bar which isn't working very well ahhhhh
Profound stories that end with me just getting confused at what my point was supposed to be:
Oh god I had a good one in mind and I know it was going to end up being pointless but I totez forget, which should basically be another whole category because if I remembered every post I wanted to write, we would have three years worth of posts by now.
Nostalgia:
Well this year has been grrreat! I love writing this blog and even if it's crappy sometimes, I really do love at least knowing that some people care enough to read what I have to say. There's something specific and magical about reading something instead of hearing it, because it takes longer. It gives you time to think about it and analyze it yourself, at your own pace, and knowing that you, yes you specific reader, care enough to take the time to read it. Because I could just as easily phone you up and tell you all my dumb stories then.
So thank you readers. I would probably write this even if you weren't reading, but it's nice to know that you're there. I love you all very much!
TA-DA!
IT'S OUR BIRTHDAY!!
That's right folks, we have made it through an entire year of reading horrendous posts over here at THIS IS MY BLOG. And it certainly has been a glorious journey, but I have lots of things for this anniversary post, and they are composed of some of my favorite things to write/write about:
-things I hate
-lists of colleges
-funny story
-things I say I will do but I will never ever do
-more things I hate
-profound stories that end with me just getting confused at what my point was supposed to be
-nostalgia
YAY LET'S GET STARTED.
Things I hate:
-most everything.
-
Lists of Colleges:
and more specifically, the colleges to which I am actually applying,
1. University of Michigan
2. Ohio State University
3. University of Cincinnati
4. ...
yeah so I still don't have that final of a list... these are the only three I'm sure about.
Ummmmm.
Awkward.
Hope I get into U of Michigan ?
Funny story:
So last week (and this was supposed to be posted last week BUT I SAVED IT FOR THIS OCCASION PURPOSEFULLY HOW TRICKY AM I) the best thing to possibly ever happen, happened. I mean- when ever would the power just go out in a wealthy and capable city such as Westlake in the most esteemed Westlake High School, but Lord, it happened. So when the lights originally took their leave, I was in Pre-Calculus, a room with windows. But then, I was in Computer Applications after, and the lights still weren't on. Computer Apps is a class the relies entirely on electricity, and seeing as there weren't any windows, this was the absolute best opportunity for me to take a nap.
I mean, for real, I'm a senior, that class was comprised of 50% freshmen, 40% sophomores, 9% juniors and you guessed it, 1% seniors. And there are only 25 or so people in the class, which would mean that my solo- 1% would account for about 1/4 of a person. Based on my attendance record, it's accurate. Anyways, what would you expect me to do in the middle of a non-lit, comfy classroom?
So I'm just sitting there, head down on my desk taking my surprise siesta when all of a sudden, it appears that there is lightning in this classroom. My original though ran somewhere along the lines of why the FUCK is there lightning in this classroom? Until I realized that this was not lightning at all, it was of a much lower, much much lower, power. A freshman.
Apparently the though process went something like this: dark room, I'm an obnoxious freshman, perfect time to use the strobe app on my phone.
So I allowed it to go on for a few seconds, but even after hearing protests from classmates the inconsiderate loon continued to have it on.
SCARY SENIOR MODE: ACTIVATE
(oh, it's a thing)
"I HATE THIS."
It stopped.
Things I say I will do but I will never do:
- the whole uniform thing. Now I just have three polos I'll never wear. I honestly did it for one day, but the day following that day was meant to be pink and I just... I almost threw up. Not really, but I really do have a strange aversion to pink clothing and I realized that picking out that clothes is... not stressful at all compared to pink clothing.
- BEDAugust. Lolz right? I seriously did it for a solid day before I was just like meh... I'm out
- NaNoWriMo. I did it a couple days and actually the thoughts I was incorporating into the novel are all things I need to say and I do plan on finishing the novel by February hopefully.
- apply to Michigan State
- conclude anything very well at all
More things I hate:
- pretty much still most everything
- my caps lock bar which isn't working very well ahhhhh
Profound stories that end with me just getting confused at what my point was supposed to be:
Oh god I had a good one in mind and I know it was going to end up being pointless but I totez forget, which should basically be another whole category because if I remembered every post I wanted to write, we would have three years worth of posts by now.
Nostalgia:
Well this year has been grrreat! I love writing this blog and even if it's crappy sometimes, I really do love at least knowing that some people care enough to read what I have to say. There's something specific and magical about reading something instead of hearing it, because it takes longer. It gives you time to think about it and analyze it yourself, at your own pace, and knowing that you, yes you specific reader, care enough to take the time to read it. Because I could just as easily phone you up and tell you all my dumb stories then.
So thank you readers. I would probably write this even if you weren't reading, but it's nice to know that you're there. I love you all very much!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
All the things. Upload 2.
I would like to start by saying that the following sentence is one that I have written and have repeated to myself over and over for the past few weeks: College is a fucking fantasy.
I'm not sure why I have found solace in such a short, alliterative nonetheless, sentence but I have. I just like to remember that the word College, to me, has absolutely no true meaning in comparison to what it will be. I'm not saying I plan to be disappointed, I am just saying that I certainly plan to be surprised. Though how does one plan to be surprised anyways?
I wanted to share with you my senior survey because whenever I write something that I find amusing, I like to think that other people would find it amusing as well maybe. But maybe you won't, I don't really care. I am going to skip the questions I answered average-ly and the ones I didn't answer at all:
1. What is your advice to freshman?
Don't let your schooling interfere with you education. Work hard to become an intelligent, well educated human being and your reward for doing so will find its way to you eventually.
4. If I could do high school over, I would....
I would not.
7. What is the craziest thing a teacher has said to you?
"Sopranos, just pick any note. It's a dissonant chord, no one will be able to tell the difference." -Richardson. (By any note, he literally meant any note that has ever happened)
8. Where is the best place to spend senior privileges?
At home, in my bed, power napping.
9. What is the worst fashion trend?
Pants. Ever.
12. Senior Quote:
Ah. This is the problem. I think because of my particular affinity for words I am a little taken aback by the fact that the quote which will be published in this yearbook for the rest of time as far as it concerns me, was asked on a normal piece of paper that barely found its way to me. But yes, this is my problem. I have to turn in my senior quote tomorrow, and I am having a tough time thinking about what I want to say forever. I surely am making a bigger deal of this quote deal than I should be, but once again it is true that not only college, but the future as well is a fucking fantasy and I am not really sure what will happen. I like words too much to get the quote wrong.
There are a lot of quotes that I am considering, and here they are (unformatted because apparently blogger wants me to hang myself), starting with the whimsical and moving into the less whimsical (this was the original plan but then the internet was sadistic). It's okay if you are only here to read my words, and don't feel like reading all of the quotes I like. Though there may or may not be something special for you if you read all the way to the bottom though... (no cheating, asshole.)
- Identity theft is not a joke.
- Estoy viendo amas de casa desperadas.
-Chi vuol la zingarella?
-Don't forget to be awesome
Congratulations for finishing! Here is your prize:
http://iwastesomuchtime.com/on/?i=1032
http://iwastesomuchtime.com/on/?i=4823
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oisn08wMLMU&feature=player_embedded&fb_source=message#!
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2qj5su/www.picselate.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/alldogsgotoheaven-e1276285992777.jpg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuQLXLJnzVM&ob=av3n
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcdgvNce_Ms&list=FLaUL0wW6RhqsxuW2sHJBYfw&index=1&feature=plpp_video
http://epicjohngreenquotes.tumblr.com/page/5
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9t7E4amWDqI&feature=BFa&list=PL747F0A378BC181C7&lf=results_main
Alright that is honestly all of the awesome your brain can handle.
I'm not sure why I have found solace in such a short, alliterative nonetheless, sentence but I have. I just like to remember that the word College, to me, has absolutely no true meaning in comparison to what it will be. I'm not saying I plan to be disappointed, I am just saying that I certainly plan to be surprised. Though how does one plan to be surprised anyways?
I wanted to share with you my senior survey because whenever I write something that I find amusing, I like to think that other people would find it amusing as well maybe. But maybe you won't, I don't really care. I am going to skip the questions I answered average-ly and the ones I didn't answer at all:
1. What is your advice to freshman?
Don't let your schooling interfere with you education. Work hard to become an intelligent, well educated human being and your reward for doing so will find its way to you eventually.
4. If I could do high school over, I would....
I would not.
7. What is the craziest thing a teacher has said to you?
"Sopranos, just pick any note. It's a dissonant chord, no one will be able to tell the difference." -Richardson. (By any note, he literally meant any note that has ever happened)
8. Where is the best place to spend senior privileges?
At home, in my bed, power napping.
9. What is the worst fashion trend?
Pants. Ever.
12. Senior Quote:
Ah. This is the problem. I think because of my particular affinity for words I am a little taken aback by the fact that the quote which will be published in this yearbook for the rest of time as far as it concerns me, was asked on a normal piece of paper that barely found its way to me. But yes, this is my problem. I have to turn in my senior quote tomorrow, and I am having a tough time thinking about what I want to say forever. I surely am making a bigger deal of this quote deal than I should be, but once again it is true that not only college, but the future as well is a fucking fantasy and I am not really sure what will happen. I like words too much to get the quote wrong.
There are a lot of quotes that I am considering, and here they are (unformatted because apparently blogger wants me to hang myself), starting with the whimsical and moving into the less whimsical (this was the original plan but then the internet was sadistic). It's okay if you are only here to read my words, and don't feel like reading all of the quotes I like. Though there may or may not be something special for you if you read all the way to the bottom though... (no cheating, asshole.)
- Identity theft is not a joke.
- Estoy viendo amas de casa desperadas.
-Chi vuol la zingarella?
-Don't forget to be awesome
….[I became a writer] Because I liked telling stories. And I found it fulfilling and I felt less crazy and less unhappy when I was telling stories.
- Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.
- And then something invisible inside her snapped, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.
- When you stopped wishing things wouldn’t fall apart, you’d stop suffering when they did.
- I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a great perhaps.
- What a long strange trip it’s been. Yeah, that’s frickin’ profound.
- I love bacon I love you I love bacon I love you
- I don’t know I like to bathe with friends
- I mean no harm to your planet, I will attack if you attempt to pop me
- I am man, I am zitless. Hear me roar.
- You’re my best friend. Let’s hold hands.
- I know, let’s call him captain poo-face
- Awesome Jackie got hit in the head!
- Steve Holt!
- Bobby Sutton’s a god.
- What a long strange trip it’s been in Forman’s basement.
- I love Jackie Burkhart.
- Even if it’s a dumb story, telling it changes people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinitesimal change ripples outward —ever smaller but everlasting. I will get forgotten, but the stories will last. And so we all matter —maybe less that a lot, but always more than none.
- But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open and when we finally fall apart. And it’s only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through the cracks and into others through theirs.Congratulations for finishing! Here is your prize:
http://iwastesomuchtime.com/on/?i=1032
http://iwastesomuchtime.com/on/?i=4823
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oisn08wMLMU&feature=player_embedded&fb_source=message#!
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2qj5su/www.picselate.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/alldogsgotoheaven-e1276285992777.jpg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuQLXLJnzVM&ob=av3n
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcdgvNce_Ms&list=FLaUL0wW6RhqsxuW2sHJBYfw&index=1&feature=plpp_video
http://epicjohngreenquotes.tumblr.com/page/5
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9t7E4amWDqI&feature=BFa&list=PL747F0A378BC181C7&lf=results_main
Alright that is honestly all of the awesome your brain can handle.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
love
"Given the option, I would only wear an outfit consisting of no pants and a leather jacket."
This is a quote from the frenemy. I have never agreed more with anything in my entire life.
This is a quote from the frenemy. I have never agreed more with anything in my entire life.
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