Last Day of March

The one thing I dislike more than doing busy work, like basically any math assignement on Course Compass (whoever created that program must be laughing their ass off) is having too much time and not knowing what to do with it.

I have a Chemistry test on Friday, and when it comes to Chemistry I'm slowly on the decline when it comes to just giving up on it but I'm also on the crux of understanding it because I keep looking at it. I can only study for so long though before I go literally crazy though, and I can never find something to preoccupy myself that I deem worthy of my time.

I just feel like I'm doing all these things just to pass the time because I don't know how else to do. Kinda like I'm going through the motions of my day to get to the part that I want to be at where there's no school and I can relax and talk to someone. No wonder I sleep so much!!

End of a post that makes no sense =P

"I'm thinking of moving the classroom into one that has seatbelts attached to the seat. That's how exciting this class will be." (Southard, talking about Statistics)

Possum!

One of the websites that I frequent was posting the theme songs of shows that used to run in the 90s, like Hey Arnold!, Rugrats, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, The Power Rangers, Are You Afraid of the Dark?, Talespin, Doug, Chip & Dale Rescue Rangers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Animaniacs, Pokemon, Ghostwriter, Gargoyles, etc.

What was my favorite TV show from the 90s with, what I believe to be, the best theme song?

Sailor Moon.

I loved watching Sailor Moon; I still watch it from time to time, because I have some old school VHS's of it! I have maybe 6 episodes on VHS, and I got the three movies that came out too. I love Sailor Moon. I admired all of the characters. I never found Serena annoying; I had a crush on Darien/the Tuxedo Mask; I thought Raye was badass before Lita came along and basically become my idol; I loved how Amy was so smart and intuitive; I never really had an opinion on Mina but I really liked her powers because one of them was a whip of hearts =P

I LOVED Luna and Artemis - it made me want a cat that could talk and that was so adorable looking! So when I did get a cat, me and her were the best of friends. I trained her to be like one of the cats from Sailor Moon, so I could feel like maybe one day when I grow up, maybe I could become one.

I mean, if we want to compare looks and practically personality type, I almost match up to Lita, Sailor Jupiter. So I'm going to make a list of qualities she has and if I have them.

• She's strong and independent; I would like to think this is true for myself.
• She's tall; to me this is a no-brainer.
• She wears her hair in a ponytail; do I need to ask if I do this too?
• She's extremely loyal and will believe in her friends, even when others don't; I'd like to think I'm like that since I stubbornly will defend my friends and their actions, even now.
  
• She's a good cook; I know I don't have this in common =(
• She's busty; me, not quite.
• She's known for being boy-crazy; I kinda used to be known for this, but not to the extent of Lori.
• She's tomboyish, but at the same time very feminine too; to me, this is practically spot on, because I enjoy a lot of "guy things" but still will react like a girl if I see anything cute, like a kitten or a duck =)
  
• She's the toughest of all the Sailor Scouts; I just think this is badass haha.

Lita is the epitome of amazingness. Instead of doing this blog, I should have been doing homework or studying, but I feel like this had to be done.

Procrastination is Bliss

I'm not quite sure if Dr. Seuss himself wrote this, or if a guy wrote it like Dr. Seuss would, so let's just pretend they both collaborated together to make this! It's cute =)

If Dr. Seuss were a Technical Writer

Here's an easy game to play.

Here's an easy thing to say.

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a part,

And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort.

And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,

Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,

And the double clicking icon puts your window in the trash,

And your data is corrupted cause the index doesn't hash.

Then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!

You can't say this?

What a shame, sir!

We'll find you

another game, sir!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house

Says the network is connected to the button on the mouse,

But your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,

That's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,

And your screen is all distorted by the side affects of Gauss,

So your icons in the windows are so wavy as a souse,

Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,

Cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,

And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary RISC.

Then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM.

Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom!

♥

It's so fun to read =P

Mmmbop

If you had the opportunity to leave whatever hurt you behind you, would you? If you were at a point in your life where nothing felt like it could be changed, and hope was disappearing daily, would you leave everything behind? Or maybe some people would want to leave just for the sake of leaving and having a new change of scenery. But I always wonder how many people would do this.

Think about it. Think of how many people's lives would be so much different if they really did do this and ran away from their problems. Think of all the changes in your own life that would have happened, all the circumstances that could have been avoided and what new problems could have laid before you.

I think if I had the opportunity to see how the alternate reality me was doing, I would. I would love to see what would have happened to me if I didn't tell Ricky that I liked him when I did. Maybe there wouldn't have been an us, and maybe I would have met someone else that would play his part. One day my curiosity will get the best of me, but I can't help but constantly wonder. I wouldn't change anything that's happened. I just want to know how things would have been had I not made the choice I did.

I always would wonder when I was little how many memories I erased when I made a choice, because it was like eradicating a path I could have gone down. I didn't do this, so this couldn't happen to me. With every choice we make, endless possibilities lay before us and I'm so inquisitive about what the AU Jess is up to right now.

Maybe she's out partying or spending time with her family. Maybe she's actually friends with her roommate or studying more for her classes. Maybe she isn't different at all. But that's one thing I can never find out and I want to so badly. Not for any other reason except the fact that I love watching life unfold and it's something I ponder about from time to time in the crux of when I fall asleep to during my everyday life.

Oh, btw. Girls are sluts =P

"You have to stay in shape. My grandmother, she started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 today and we don't know where the hell she is." (Ellen DeGeneris)

I love having excuses for putting pics of myself up =P

For what feels like a really long time, I would get really self-conscious and beat myself over my.. measurements I guess we could say. I would love to say pre-boyfriend, I didn't have these issues, but I kinda did; they just weren't as prevalent or on my mind as they have been lately.

I always hated the fact I seemed disproportionate: small up top but curvy hips. You can imagine my disdain for dress shopping and clothes shopping in general, so I always just bought baggy clothes because it was way easy to do that than to go through the torture of not "looking good in anything that was actually form fitting."

I have the worst self-esteem issues, and a lot of them are unwarranted but they still happen, whether or not because of the comparison between Ricky and I or anything else like that. But one major facet was always my bra measurements - I'm not really ashamed of my size but I always hated being lumped into a category of girls that are known for being flat chested. I'm not flat - there's clearly 2 things there on my chest, but I'm not like va-va-voom voluptuous where I can wear a tank top and all you see is the cleavage furrrow of my bosom (bio humor ha!).

I feel like by society's standards, I should be a B or more. That me being an A makes me inferior, because honestly, how many girls in movies are ever a size A and also attractive looking that end up getting the guy in the end. All that's popped in my head is Keira Knightley, who is one of my favorite actresses. Why? Because she doesn't sell out and just buy implants. She's attractive the way she is, and she works around it. True, she's not disproportionate like I am, but she still looks good.

Point of the matter is, I'm tired of hearing about 18 year olds getting breast implants as Christmas presents, graduation presents, or anything like that. I'm just physically against everything that's fake that people, mainly women, are buying into these days. "Want to lose wrinkles in your face fast? Get some Botox!" "Tired for being known for being 'less than a handful' with your boyfriend? Get some implants!" "Tired of that stubborn belly fat? Let's suck it out with our handy dandy vaccuum!" Which if that doesn't paint a funny picture, I don't know what will.

I wish people were more accepting of things out of their control. I'm pretty sure there are no cures for small boobs or other imperfections of the skin. I'll admit when I hear products on TV that will decrease appetite or make you lose weight fast, I wanna call in and get my free sample that's being tested on people to become FDA approved. I'm just as insecure as every other girl and guy on the planet; yes, guys are insecure too. I wish society wasn't shoving the ideal down our throat of "bigger is better." Maybe it is better, but I'd much rather have what I've been given, then go out of my way to spend money for something fake, for something that I would always know is fake, for something that if my little girl looked up to me and said that when she grows up she wants to have a chest like me I would always feel like crap because that wouldn't be natural on me.

I hate how girls will do these things to get attention.

Listen, if a guy doesn't like you because your "boobs are too small", he's a jackass in the first place. Why would any girl want attention like that from someone who shouldn't even say something like that to anyone? Same with girls, although I don't think guys can change their sizes. But seriously? Are relationships really just going to boil down to being the biggest and having the biggest? If standard relationships are just gonna be like that, I would much rather live alone and be a crazy cat lady then have to subject myself to feeling like crap over things I can't change.

I can't change the fact that my chest is slightly small for an 18 year old girl, especially when looking through society's eyes. I can't change the fact that I have big hips, I really can't - I could lose as much weight as I wanted there, but the fact of the matter is, my hips are made for birthing babies and that won't change with exercise or dieting or the super pill for the gullible idiots that buy into advertising.

I hope to one day be completely okay with myself and not beat myself up for things. I really wanna be that type of person, so I'm trying.

Oh, and just so we're clear. Anyone that says women buy implants "for themselves", that is such bull. Women wouldn't want implants if there were no men here. The Amazons were completely fine with just having one. Wanna know why? Because they were way too BA to worry about appearances.

"We're women. We don't say what we want, but we reserve the right to be pissed off if we don't get it." (Sliding Doors)

Jordan, Get Your Ballsack! =]

I basically saw the best play of all best plays, ALL THE GREAT BOOKS (ABRIDGED).

Everything about it was perfect: the lighting changes, the sound (which was at times wonky but I'm not complaining at all!), the millions of props used (from literally all of the books, to the chalkboard, to the horsies, to the wigs, to the Mosquito mask, to the Beo-Wolf mask, etc.), to the brilliant acting of three actors as they tackled the books that English classes shove down our throats without a care in the world!

They could convince me of anything - they are just fantastic, I wish I could watch their plays over and over again because it makes me laugh and smile so much, especially when I know what they are talking about =P

Plus, plus, plus! I talked to Jordan Wilson, one of the three actors before the show started, and I almost died when I realized it was him! It was amazing. I'm so glad I could go! My company wasn't bad either =P

I'm speechless at how great it was. I can't even formulate sentences to describe what happened. I believe Ricky had it right when he said this, "Jesse St. Louis is all about shoving his dick into people's faces, and Jordan - Jordan is all about being a little kid and cross dressing."

But we can't end a blog without praising Jesse and Brent, since I'm still giddy about talking to Jordan - I loved when Jesse and Brent were doing Don Quixote in their Spanish dialect with Jordan translating into English. The three make quite a trio =)

God, I love these plays. I would see them every night if I possibly could.

Plato.

Achoo!!!

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." (Annie)

You can paint with all the colors of the wind ♥

"Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon, a beauty bomb and every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air, explode softly and send thousands, millions of little parachutes into the air, floating down to earth, boxes of Crayolas and we wouldn't go cheap either.. not little boxes of eight, but boxes of sixty-four with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest, and people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination." (Robert Fulghum)