I didn't discover libraries until this year.
It's really bad, I know. Truthfully, I always had kind of a mindset against libraries, because I am the type of person who thinks one thing for some reason and then won't unthink it until the world ends or I reach a revelation.
I even worked in a library for a year without once taking advantage of it.
Eventually, though, my revelation was that the library is more than a place to get books to read. And the reason I went there was because I absolutely had to, for class, and I had a really bad attitude about it. But honestly, isn't it the coolest idea ever that there is a place where I can check out any book I want for any length of time? Also there are rolling bookshelves and laptops you can rent for free and incredibly snazzy armchairs and an Einstein Bros. There are international students who practically live here. Since I am currently in a state commonly known as "strapped for cash", I have almost completely gotten over my "I don't want to read it unless it's mine" mentality. Don't get me wrong, it's awesome to have a book that's unquestionably mine, and I can read it at any pace I want and however many times I want, and I can put it in my bookshelf with a sense of pride, but being able to borrow books for free opens up a whole new vista of possibility. The other day I checked out Watchmen, a book I would never buy but which is so far awesome and eye-opening (I don't have a lot of experience with graphic novels).
I came here today to work on a paper I have to write that was absolutely not getting done in my room. I can't really get homework done in my room because my own space is a productivity black hole. I can't work if the space is messy, and cleaning up leads to all sorts of other distractions, all of which are a futile attempt to escape the fact that I have imminent deadlines to meet. Today I was so intent on distracting myself that I cut my hair. It's all right though. It wasn't completely rash, I mean I'd been thinking about it for a while, so I have no immediate regrets. I came to the library to do my work, because the feeling of being just one panicked student in a building filled with panicked students somehow helps me focus.
The rolling bookshelves did kind of freak me out though.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
NaNoWriMo and Movember: no-gos.
We went all of October without writing a single blog post.
Any this is supposed to the blogging season for us! I guess that's just a testament to all the other stuff we have going on in our lives these days. Being busy is lame sometimes. You know what's even lamer? Being so busy that I don't have time to think, eat, or sleep. That is what my Spring 2013 is looking like right now. I enrolled for classes yesterday and I'm already starting to freak out a little bit. I had to decide on the spot that I'm dropping my French minor because if I don't, I won't be able to graduate in 2014, and honestly I can't imagine many things more depressing than that. I am not even that much of a fan of French - at this point it is both boring me and stressing me out, and I don't want that. When I want is to be able to meet a language on my own terms, and since French is only serving to intensify my school-elated stress, I'm not very sad to see it go.
That said, I don't for one second intend to abandon it. But right now my priority is to graduate so I can get on with my life already.
Yesterday my roommate put up a Wallflower, and within an hour our room smelled like Christmas. After I made coffee this morning, it smelled like the inside of a Starbucks. I would bet real money that when I go to my French test tomorrow, the girl who sits next to me will say, "Now you even smell like a hipster" (though it could be argued that hipsters, depending on your definition, are more likely to smell of patchouli and body odor). The other day she proposed that we go to Westport and "do whatever you hipsters do." There was never a more telling testament to the atmosphere at UCM than that people here see me as a hipster. I've since gotten over it. I should try discussing my obscure yet trendy music taste with anyone who will listen, and see what happens.
The next step is pairing garters with shorts. It's the final fashion frontier.
Suit jacket underneath overalls? Professional-meets-earthy-farmboy. Risky, yet with a dash of untouchable class.
Any this is supposed to the blogging season for us! I guess that's just a testament to all the other stuff we have going on in our lives these days. Being busy is lame sometimes. You know what's even lamer? Being so busy that I don't have time to think, eat, or sleep. That is what my Spring 2013 is looking like right now. I enrolled for classes yesterday and I'm already starting to freak out a little bit. I had to decide on the spot that I'm dropping my French minor because if I don't, I won't be able to graduate in 2014, and honestly I can't imagine many things more depressing than that. I am not even that much of a fan of French - at this point it is both boring me and stressing me out, and I don't want that. When I want is to be able to meet a language on my own terms, and since French is only serving to intensify my school-elated stress, I'm not very sad to see it go.
That said, I don't for one second intend to abandon it. But right now my priority is to graduate so I can get on with my life already.
Yesterday my roommate put up a Wallflower, and within an hour our room smelled like Christmas. After I made coffee this morning, it smelled like the inside of a Starbucks. I would bet real money that when I go to my French test tomorrow, the girl who sits next to me will say, "Now you even smell like a hipster" (though it could be argued that hipsters, depending on your definition, are more likely to smell of patchouli and body odor). The other day she proposed that we go to Westport and "do whatever you hipsters do." There was never a more telling testament to the atmosphere at UCM than that people here see me as a hipster. I've since gotten over it. I should try discussing my obscure yet trendy music taste with anyone who will listen, and see what happens.
The next step is pairing garters with shorts. It's the final fashion frontier.
Suit jacket underneath overalls? Professional-meets-earthy-farmboy. Risky, yet with a dash of untouchable class.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Michelle The Diplomat
Yes, thats what they call me.
no, they don't call me that, but I call me that and thats all that really matters here. This will was a series or really horrible and really great things. I actually like those weeks because I think they test my ability to be level headed and steady through anything.
I think I did pretty well, as far as level headedness goes.
This week I got a really horrible (and I mean really horrible) grade for a take home essay test that I worked really hard on, and then I got some other people mad about it and that gave me the confidence to go to the dean. Tomorrow I'm gonna go back to my teacher and see what he has to say for himself!
A lot of other things happened including me finding out that there IS a conversation partner program at my school, and I'm gonna go check that out tomorrow. Super stoked!
The whole eventfulness and interestingness of the week inspired me to do a video auto-biography. I'm scared of dying, and I'm scared of growing up, but most of all I'm scared of forgetting meaningful/funny/life changing things just because I didn't document them. And I WILL forget things if I don't document them. I mean, I'm a Sullivan! We're not exactly known for our great memory!
In other news, I've recently spent a lot of time on Taereams birthday present, and it is going to be 109% awesome!
Amy, I think awesome pens are really important. Or an awesome medium of some sort. i don't like writing in pencil, and I too am one to pay attention while doodling, so good pens are even MORE important.
But i'm irked by the fact that Taeream got in on the 'birthday package' but I didn't. I mean, mom said, 'You can send it in the package' and then she sent the package without telling me! Blasphemy! or something...
Anyway, if you're coming tomorrow, I'll give you your present. I'll even wrap it!
-Michelle:)
no, they don't call me that, but I call me that and thats all that really matters here. This will was a series or really horrible and really great things. I actually like those weeks because I think they test my ability to be level headed and steady through anything.
I think I did pretty well, as far as level headedness goes.
This week I got a really horrible (and I mean really horrible) grade for a take home essay test that I worked really hard on, and then I got some other people mad about it and that gave me the confidence to go to the dean. Tomorrow I'm gonna go back to my teacher and see what he has to say for himself!
A lot of other things happened including me finding out that there IS a conversation partner program at my school, and I'm gonna go check that out tomorrow. Super stoked!
The whole eventfulness and interestingness of the week inspired me to do a video auto-biography. I'm scared of dying, and I'm scared of growing up, but most of all I'm scared of forgetting meaningful/funny/life changing things just because I didn't document them. And I WILL forget things if I don't document them. I mean, I'm a Sullivan! We're not exactly known for our great memory!
In other news, I've recently spent a lot of time on Taereams birthday present, and it is going to be 109% awesome!
Amy, I think awesome pens are really important. Or an awesome medium of some sort. i don't like writing in pencil, and I too am one to pay attention while doodling, so good pens are even MORE important.
But i'm irked by the fact that Taeream got in on the 'birthday package' but I didn't. I mean, mom said, 'You can send it in the package' and then she sent the package without telling me! Blasphemy! or something...
Anyway, if you're coming tomorrow, I'll give you your present. I'll even wrap it!
-Michelle:)
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
I Get Parental Anxiety
Feeding Bach has become such a routine lately that a lot of days the drudgery of the activity leads me to forget whether or not I've actually fed him yet that day. It's one of my greatest fears that I will overfeed him and come home to find him floating belly up because of my negligence. Is this what it's like to be a mother?? If so, it is too stressful for me.
I'm a little stressed out about my Writing Fiction for Publication class because it has become clear that everyone there took Creative Writing together and therefore are adhering to unspoken rules that I am unaware of. Like, for instance, last class they all got out critical responses they'd written up to give to the person who had handed out their short story the week before, and when I asked if that was a requirement, they all looked at me like I hadn't listened to anything that had gone on in class thus far when I know for a fact that no one mentioned writing response letters at any time during the class, least of all the teacher.
Another thing that makes me unsure about that class is that so far every short story I have read is about some who is crazy or is going crazy. I wrote my short story about a twelve-year-old boy. Next week when we go over it I'm afraid they're going to tear it apart for being too boring. I'm ridiculously nervous. I love reading other people's stories but I am not sure about other people reading my stuff. I still have the feeling that my writing is a part of my private self that I never show to anyone. It seems indecent to put it in the light. In fact, the more I think about the story that I handed out, the more uneasy I get. Maybe its because I'm afraid that since I so rarely share my writing that my thoughts won't be transferable at all.
Or it could just be that I have this bad habit of selectively remembering only the negative parts of a given memory (maybe that's why I can never recommend dramas/movies to you because I'm remember everything I didn't like about them and nothing I did like).
Speaking of movies I didn't like, though, the other day I went to see Seeking a Friend for the End of the World because it was playing for free in the Union and it looked interesting. Well it wasn't interesting. It was stupid and everything that happened was predictable and sad. Steve Carrell and Keira Knightly actually made for a pretty cool couple, even though their roles were very specific cliches, but the screenplay was written in such an awkward way that I couldn't even like them.
After I did that, I needed a pick-me-up so I went and checked out a small pot to make an unnamed dish involving the Basmati rice Mom sent me for my birthday, carrots, and a potato. It was around midnight when I finished it, but that made it no less delicious.
I also had crackers and gouda cheese, also courtesy of Mom. Thanks. :D
I was reading Elise's blog today and she mentioned having new pens and it being awesome. The problem with pens is that there is never enough ink in them. I take all my notes in pen and I doodle a lot in the margins and in my journal, so basically I run through a good pen about one every month. And good pens aren't always easy to come by. Taeream gave me a set that I loved so much that I've used one up already doing things like drawing octopi,
I'm a little stressed out about my Writing Fiction for Publication class because it has become clear that everyone there took Creative Writing together and therefore are adhering to unspoken rules that I am unaware of. Like, for instance, last class they all got out critical responses they'd written up to give to the person who had handed out their short story the week before, and when I asked if that was a requirement, they all looked at me like I hadn't listened to anything that had gone on in class thus far when I know for a fact that no one mentioned writing response letters at any time during the class, least of all the teacher.
Another thing that makes me unsure about that class is that so far every short story I have read is about some who is crazy or is going crazy. I wrote my short story about a twelve-year-old boy. Next week when we go over it I'm afraid they're going to tear it apart for being too boring. I'm ridiculously nervous. I love reading other people's stories but I am not sure about other people reading my stuff. I still have the feeling that my writing is a part of my private self that I never show to anyone. It seems indecent to put it in the light. In fact, the more I think about the story that I handed out, the more uneasy I get. Maybe its because I'm afraid that since I so rarely share my writing that my thoughts won't be transferable at all.
Or it could just be that I have this bad habit of selectively remembering only the negative parts of a given memory (maybe that's why I can never recommend dramas/movies to you because I'm remember everything I didn't like about them and nothing I did like).
Speaking of movies I didn't like, though, the other day I went to see Seeking a Friend for the End of the World because it was playing for free in the Union and it looked interesting. Well it wasn't interesting. It was stupid and everything that happened was predictable and sad. Steve Carrell and Keira Knightly actually made for a pretty cool couple, even though their roles were very specific cliches, but the screenplay was written in such an awkward way that I couldn't even like them.
After I did that, I needed a pick-me-up so I went and checked out a small pot to make an unnamed dish involving the Basmati rice Mom sent me for my birthday, carrots, and a potato. It was around midnight when I finished it, but that made it no less delicious.
I also had crackers and gouda cheese, also courtesy of Mom. Thanks. :D
I was reading Elise's blog today and she mentioned having new pens and it being awesome. The problem with pens is that there is never enough ink in them. I take all my notes in pen and I doodle a lot in the margins and in my journal, so basically I run through a good pen about one every month. And good pens aren't always easy to come by. Taeream gave me a set that I loved so much that I've used one up already doing things like drawing octopi,
or the logos of whoever I happen to be listening to at the time:
You know, important things.
-Amy
Monday, September 17, 2012
No Problem
Today. Lots happened.
It started with me waking up at 6:20 in mom and dads bed. They're out of town, so of course I took their bed. Its like the heaven bed.
Here's what its like when I lay on my bed,
Just so you can get a mental picture of how awesome it is.
Anyway, so Tae Ream is sick so I don't have to take her to school, so I take my time getting ready, but I have nothing to do so I just go to school. I have this playlist called "strut/conquer the world" that pretty much makes me feel like a winner.
So I walk up to the school and the weather is perfect and the music is perfect, and the school museum window cleaners are speaking spanish and singing "work hard, play hard" as I pass, and then its just a perfect time to sit down and watch some Korean drama.
And then its still not time for class so its a perfect time to watch all my youtubes. Then its time to walk to class so I turn on the Crayon music video and watch that as I walk and I sit down and my teacher walks behind and was probably thinking, "the crazy things kids watch these days I just don't understand" or "omg wut.".
Then yadadadaddaaa learn about the government in class and then its another break and I turn on my playlist and strut some more,
walkin' down the halls like
It started with me waking up at 6:20 in mom and dads bed. They're out of town, so of course I took their bed. Its like the heaven bed.
Here's what its like when I lay on my bed,
And here's what its like when I lay on mom and dads bed.
Anyway, so Tae Ream is sick so I don't have to take her to school, so I take my time getting ready, but I have nothing to do so I just go to school. I have this playlist called "strut/conquer the world" that pretty much makes me feel like a winner.
So I walk up to the school and the weather is perfect and the music is perfect, and the school museum window cleaners are speaking spanish and singing "work hard, play hard" as I pass, and then its just a perfect time to sit down and watch some Korean drama.
And then its still not time for class so its a perfect time to watch all my youtubes. Then its time to walk to class so I turn on the Crayon music video and watch that as I walk and I sit down and my teacher walks behind and was probably thinking, "the crazy things kids watch these days I just don't understand" or "omg wut.".
Then yadadadaddaaa learn about the government in class and then its another break and I turn on my playlist and strut some more,
walkin' down the halls like
Then I came home and I was so tired, but that didn't stop me from crafting like crazy! i made a nerd-hoodie for myself, and though it was hard and took way too long, it got me inspired to do more "wearable art", so next chance (money) I get, I'm going straight to hobby lobby and spending as much time as possible in their wearable art section buying all the things necessary for me to rock my wardrobe.
Ahhh, I love crafting when it involves clothes.
You know what else I love? Winter. IT'S COMING. wore a hoodie today and i'm ready to wear a hoodie for the rest of my life.
-Michelle
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Sushi + Bellydancing
"Please out homies"? That's a new one.
Today I have been running around with my hair on fire, as I am often prone to doing. Even though I've been in college for quite some time, and I have also had the experience of being in college and having a job at the same time, I still freak out when a day comes where I have something going on from the early morning until the evening with only tiny breaks every now and again. I have this weird fear of being that busy, like in the midst of all the stress I will suddenly lose myself in frantic routine and no longer be capable of deep thought.
Not that I was ever really capable of deep thought.
Today, I tried sushi for the first time since Kristin made it in her apartment in Leavenworth. I have to say that my experience with sushi has not been all good. I would say that today, while not particularly enjoyable, could be counted as a victory.
They are tuna, salmon, and shrimp. I unconsciously avoided the shrimp ones, though, and by the time the others were gone I was way too full to eat them. There was also the small problem of the food court not having any water so after I had a small accident involving wasabi I pretty much lost my appetite.
However incompletely, though, the sushi was conquered.
I went to the UCM Dance Club today because they have open dance lessons on Thursdays. It is $5 for the entire semester so I am pretty much all over it. However, this was my first day going and there was a guest teacher teaching us how to bellydance. Not only was it super freaking awesome, it was super freaking HARD. I am beginning to understand why Angela has expressed the sentiment in the past that people who are stick skinny shouldn't be hip swinging and booty dancing all over the place. What it does is accentuates our total lack of assets in ways we really can't afford (and looks pretty lame as well). So, while I thought the bellydancing lessons were super fantastic and fun, the actual result of me bellydancing in an individual sense was vaguely pitiful. I don't own a full-length mirror, so standing in front of the studio mirrors was a bit jarring to begin with, even when I wasn't sadly trying to move like an Egyptian gypsy goddess.
I can't even express how excited I am for it to be the weekend. Even though I am working some, I am absolutely determined to get some sleep starting tomorrow night and not stopping until Monday. The number of hours I slept this week is in the low teens so I am super incredibly stoked to improve the shining hours by snoring through them.
I will leave you with what I had for lunch the other day. It's been months since I had Taco Bell, and honestly I've missed horribly even though by all accounts Taco Bell is disgusting and perhaps even unethical. It's my birthday gift to me.
-Amy
I can't even express how excited I am for it to be the weekend. Even though I am working some, I am absolutely determined to get some sleep starting tomorrow night and not stopping until Monday. The number of hours I slept this week is in the low teens so I am super incredibly stoked to improve the shining hours by snoring through them.
I will leave you with what I had for lunch the other day. It's been months since I had Taco Bell, and honestly I've missed horribly even though by all accounts Taco Bell is disgusting and perhaps even unethical. It's my birthday gift to me.
I Should Probably Be Doing Homework
So Tuesday was one of those days where I was like, "So this is what having relatively hard school with deadlines is like,...hmm...it sucks."
I had to write a paper for history and a paper for government and study short essay answers for history and find and study long essay answers for history and do math homework. So I was super stressed and sad and finally I just kind of gave up and watch some Secret Garden with TaeReam which actually helped, even though most of the time I was thinking about what a un-smart loser I am.
So then the middle of the night rolls around and I get up to go to the bathroom and then I'm totally 100% awake, thinking about all the things I have to do in an hour or so when I get up.
Then I fell into fits of restless sleep where I had a dream that went like this,
We were going to california and I didn't realize it and I said, "I can't go to california, I have an 81 in math I can't miss a single question!"
just as the plane was starting up, so mom said, "What did you say? You aced every one in math? You didn't miss a single question?"
And then I woke up and I'm pretty sure I was crying or something, you know how it is in the middle of the night when dreams that are not so bad seem like 1000 times worse.
And then it get light outside and you think back and you're like, "I think I visited insanity last night."
Anyway, there were little good things that happened, like I got in the car and the tank was full (YESS) and then I got to the school and I had to buy three test books which only came out to $1.14 (YESS)
So then I went straight to the math lab and some girl helped me and pretty much made me feel like a math goddess. So I was struttin' it up till I actually got to math class where we learned some new stuff that i didn't understand either.
Thats the thing about math. You can't just, 'get it' you have to KEEP getting it.
And then I went to history class and we talked about how Booker T Washington was reasonable and Intelligent and Debois was 'wack' and 'lame'.
So thats all for today. I have to start and finish this history paper before TaeReam gets home. Please out homies.
I had to write a paper for history and a paper for government and study short essay answers for history and find and study long essay answers for history and do math homework. So I was super stressed and sad and finally I just kind of gave up and watch some Secret Garden with TaeReam which actually helped, even though most of the time I was thinking about what a un-smart loser I am.
So then the middle of the night rolls around and I get up to go to the bathroom and then I'm totally 100% awake, thinking about all the things I have to do in an hour or so when I get up.
Then I fell into fits of restless sleep where I had a dream that went like this,
We were going to california and I didn't realize it and I said, "I can't go to california, I have an 81 in math I can't miss a single question!"
just as the plane was starting up, so mom said, "What did you say? You aced every one in math? You didn't miss a single question?"
And then I woke up and I'm pretty sure I was crying or something, you know how it is in the middle of the night when dreams that are not so bad seem like 1000 times worse.
And then it get light outside and you think back and you're like, "I think I visited insanity last night."
Anyway, there were little good things that happened, like I got in the car and the tank was full (YESS) and then I got to the school and I had to buy three test books which only came out to $1.14 (YESS)
So then I went straight to the math lab and some girl helped me and pretty much made me feel like a math goddess. So I was struttin' it up till I actually got to math class where we learned some new stuff that i didn't understand either.
Thats the thing about math. You can't just, 'get it' you have to KEEP getting it.
And then I went to history class and we talked about how Booker T Washington was reasonable and Intelligent and Debois was 'wack' and 'lame'.
So thats all for today. I have to start and finish this history paper before TaeReam gets home. Please out homies.
Friday, September 7, 2012
I Get Philosophical When It Storms
They say that one of the primary influences on the longevity of the retired and elderly is having a reason to stay alive. And one of the primary reasons to stay alive is a feeling that in some way you are in control of some aspect of your life.
As a college student, my iota of control is granted by these two bad boys.
Last year my sedum came to death's door directly due to my negligence. However, having witnessed its miraculous recovery this summer, and also having received another plant from Dad, I am determined to do right by my houseplants because, really, if I don't, what am I really good for? I've come to a place where I see the houseplants as a greater metaphor, as a test to determine whether or not I'm ready for the real world. Maintaining a plant is like maintaining a job or a friendship or a relationship (in my own morbid way, I see all of these things as jobs). And if you can't keep your plant alive, what, in a broader sense, can you really do at all?
Being sleep-deprived turns me into an absolute monster. As such I have been a monster all week, and especially today after a truly horrible bout of insomnia. But eventually I got a hot drink into my system (Tea. Earl Grey. Hot) and by the time French rolled around I had caught my fifteenth wind and could even ignore the fact that I learned how to say what I did in high school back when I was still technically in high school (Quand j'avais 15 ans, je n'avais pas d'amis). This class does seem a little redundant, according to my distant memory of my other French classes.
One more thing contributing to my goodwill today:
This delicious bubbling concoction started out as Southwestern style canned soup, but when I put it in my makeshift crockpot, I added rice, more carrots, salt, and garlic flakes. What ended up happening was it was asgfhjklasdl delicious. You might have noticed that I have this thing about food. I love it, especially when I have been craving it all day long.
However, that was a couple of hours ago, and now I am craving Korean food because tonight I am going to feast on a veritable smorgasbord of that sort of thing. I can't wait.
Amy
As a college student, my iota of control is granted by these two bad boys.
Being sleep-deprived turns me into an absolute monster. As such I have been a monster all week, and especially today after a truly horrible bout of insomnia. But eventually I got a hot drink into my system (Tea. Earl Grey. Hot) and by the time French rolled around I had caught my fifteenth wind and could even ignore the fact that I learned how to say what I did in high school back when I was still technically in high school (Quand j'avais 15 ans, je n'avais pas d'amis). This class does seem a little redundant, according to my distant memory of my other French classes.
One more thing contributing to my goodwill today:
However, that was a couple of hours ago, and now I am craving Korean food because tonight I am going to feast on a veritable smorgasbord of that sort of thing. I can't wait.
Amy
Monday, September 3, 2012
Never Again
Three-Day Weekend?
It's my conclusion that three-day weekends are a construct of the rich, not only to create a day in which they could gloat that they're rich enough to not need to work today, but also in an attempt to create for the less fortunate a day to in which to pretend to not need to work today.
Of course, the bottom of the totem pole is needed on all days, even weekends and holidays. I could take pride in being at the bottom of the totem pole, considering it is the foundation and without it the rest of the totem pole would be eating dirt, but I am too busy being resentful.
Besides the residence hall front desks, everything is closed today, even the dining halls. I'll take this as a sign to become even more creative than ever with my food choices!
That's a lie. I am not becoming much more creative. My innovation this week in the food department is that I am now adding potatoes to my diet.
Of course, the bottom of the totem pole is needed on all days, even weekends and holidays. I could take pride in being at the bottom of the totem pole, considering it is the foundation and without it the rest of the totem pole would be eating dirt, but I am too busy being resentful.
Besides the residence hall front desks, everything is closed today, even the dining halls. I'll take this as a sign to become even more creative than ever with my food choices!
That's a lie. I am not becoming much more creative. My innovation this week in the food department is that I am now adding potatoes to my diet.
That is a potato that was grown at home. I brought a bag of them with me when I moved, but until yesterday they were sitting forgotten in a plastic bag underneath my desk (there is an odd shelf there where I keep my rice cooker). However, besides work yesterday was delightfully uneventful so I decided to use my suitemates' microwave to cook up this bad boy. When it was done I put some pringles on it (potatoception) and also broke out my minced garlic, salt, and some ranch. It looks like the potato is just sitting on the wood of my desk in the picture, but in reality it is in a glass bowl.
However, I came to a dilemma soon after cooking the potato. I do not own a fork. The demographics of my utensil population are as follows: one dull serrated knife, four spoons, and two pairs of chopsticks. Does a can opener count as a utensil? If it does, it must be the king of utensils. At the time all my spoons were dirty and my potato was quickly cooling, so I just ate some of the inside with chopsticks and then picked up the rest of the potato and ate it from my hands. It was delicious and I plan to eat more in the near future. But I will use a spoon next time.
I eat this business all the time. Of course, I eat it with a spoon. I do not always have doritos, and they are a treat so I don't always put them in even if I do have them, but last night was special because my roommate wasn't there so there was no possibility of feeling like she was judging me for putting sriracha on doritos (not that she is the judging type, but I sometimes get insecure about my weird food habits).
When Michelle and Taeream came to visit me this weekend we went grocery shopping. I don't exactly know why, but grocery shopping is incredibly exciting when I'm just buying food for myself. One thing I noticed though is that they don't sell those awesome bags of mixed fruit at Parker's like they do at Wal-Mart so I got the next best thing and bought a big bag of carrots. Carrots are even more versatile a snack than fruit is. Here is what I do with carrots:
According to some, sriracha and ranch is not a combination made in heaven, but I definitely ship it.
Friday, August 31, 2012
The happs
As opposed to Amy, food is something that I think about rarely.
I don't think I really get hungry like most people. I do like food, but its something I do when I'm bored or about to faint, not something I do because I love the thing itself. Now, there are exceptions to that. There are some foods I really love (Orange chicken, guacamole, dokbokki, and ramen) which I will eat whenever, wherever, however. But other than that, food is like ehh.
When I haven't eaten for a long time, I don't really get hungry and I don't crave food. My stomach starts to hurt and growl and honestly, that feeling itself makes me lose my appetite even more. Often I will become 'hungry' about 3 hours after I've eaten for about half an hour and then it will pass into a kind of empty grumpy feeling and I won't end up eating very much food, if any at all. So I have to get my food before I pass the hungry stage, or I won't eat at all. Tsk tsk michelle so fickle.
Anyway, In other news. College is getting pretty serious, I suppose. I mean, not THAT serious, considering I spent all my free periods watching shows today instead of doing homework because, guess what, I DON'T HAVE ANY!!!
I've had this idea ever since I was a kid that the longer the break the more homework you get, and thats why the two semesters idea was so awesome, because its like a month of no school, but turns out, this is a three day weekend and I don't have any homework....at ALL. What?
What is this madness? I haven't been this free during the school year since I was five and the local school had a snow day so mom said I was off school too. I haven't had this much time during the school year since I finished a weeks worth of first grade in one day cause I loved it and it was all coloring.
I don't know about real college, but community college seems to be like the best idea since sliced bread.
I'm like, making friends, and spending half of my classes thinking about what I would do if half of the students in the school turned out to be a mofia and held up the school. (yeah pretty sure I imagined every single scenario, so I'm set. If anything bad happens, I'm prepared to be the heroine)
In other news, its raining buckets outside and I get to see Amy this weekend YAY PARTYYYYYYY
-Michelle
Arbitary College Updates and the Truth About Introverts
At first I felt a little gypped because even though I got a job, it is of course only a minimum wage job and I don't get as many hours as I'd like. But after having worked here for a few shifts, I'm starting to reconsider.
To be honest, I can't really believe I'm even getting paid for this. Every ten or twenty minutes or so someone does come by to ask me to do something, but other than that I can sit in here doing homework for three hours straight with, in total, much less actual distraction than if I was sitting in my room with food and a laptop at my fingertips. I'm not making much, true, but I am making something, and something is more than nothing, especially when I'm basically being paid to do my homework while intermittently meeting a lot of cool people and bringing beleaguered freshmen joy by informing them that they've received a package from home.
Note: someone just walked by the front desk wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up and a fedora on over that. It's the little things.
My other topic I was thinking of writing on was the college experience. I attended UCM all last year feeling like I was missing out on some great thing because I wasn't getting the College Experience. I mean, I didn't particularly want to have the college experience at the time, but I knew that in years to come I would probably regret not taking advantage of these years by having crazy good times and being a kid while I still could.
This year, I am much more optimistic. Basically what I decided to do was not be lazy and not be a whiner about things because I kind of did a lot of that last year and I ended up not knowing anyone and having pity parties about my unsociability alone in my room.
So far it seems to be going swimmingly.
Another interesting thing is that I realized that not only are there people in the world who are less outgoing than me (crazy, I know), there are a lot of them and I didn't realize how many until I decided to not be so introverted. And I can let you in on a little secret about introverted people; it is incredibly, dauntingly difficult for us to make friends with anyone unless the other person actively pursues a relationship with us.
Sometimes it is not even a matter of being too shy to go meet people. A lot of introverted people, myself included, often feel like friendships that begin on a surface level won't be worth the effort in the long run, so why bother making friends in the first place? You might ask, well don't basically all friendships begin on the surface level? Well you would be right. But the introvert, being one to actively use statistics in favor of their own apathy, will assume that the majority of the friendships they make will not progress past that initial shallowness or last more than a few months or a schoolyear. So what's the point of starting?
What that variety of introvert needs, generally, is a person/people who will restore their faith in humanity enough that they actually want to take a risk (not that friendship is all that risky - again, many introverts are very irrational). So I decided to be the sort of person who can actively pursue friendships. Easier said than done of course, especially for someone like me, but I've made a start at least.
Now you know more about introverts than you ever wanted to know! After this, when you meet one you'll know what to do.
Here is what I had for dinner last night. I don't like going to the dining hall very often because it is loud and dirty from accommodating the unwashed masses of freshmen, but I do love the sandwiches they make there so it brings me back.
They do have romaine lettuce in the salad bar but usually there are leaves with slimy/rotting edges sprinkled throughout so I avoid it. You can't tell what's in the sub because of my love for bbq potato chips, but basically it is ham and cheese and banana peppers with extra mayonnaise. If there is mayonnaise to be had, I always go the extra mile.
Amy
To be honest, I can't really believe I'm even getting paid for this. Every ten or twenty minutes or so someone does come by to ask me to do something, but other than that I can sit in here doing homework for three hours straight with, in total, much less actual distraction than if I was sitting in my room with food and a laptop at my fingertips. I'm not making much, true, but I am making something, and something is more than nothing, especially when I'm basically being paid to do my homework while intermittently meeting a lot of cool people and bringing beleaguered freshmen joy by informing them that they've received a package from home.
Note: someone just walked by the front desk wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up and a fedora on over that. It's the little things.
My other topic I was thinking of writing on was the college experience. I attended UCM all last year feeling like I was missing out on some great thing because I wasn't getting the College Experience. I mean, I didn't particularly want to have the college experience at the time, but I knew that in years to come I would probably regret not taking advantage of these years by having crazy good times and being a kid while I still could.
This year, I am much more optimistic. Basically what I decided to do was not be lazy and not be a whiner about things because I kind of did a lot of that last year and I ended up not knowing anyone and having pity parties about my unsociability alone in my room.
So far it seems to be going swimmingly.
Another interesting thing is that I realized that not only are there people in the world who are less outgoing than me (crazy, I know), there are a lot of them and I didn't realize how many until I decided to not be so introverted. And I can let you in on a little secret about introverted people; it is incredibly, dauntingly difficult for us to make friends with anyone unless the other person actively pursues a relationship with us.
Sometimes it is not even a matter of being too shy to go meet people. A lot of introverted people, myself included, often feel like friendships that begin on a surface level won't be worth the effort in the long run, so why bother making friends in the first place? You might ask, well don't basically all friendships begin on the surface level? Well you would be right. But the introvert, being one to actively use statistics in favor of their own apathy, will assume that the majority of the friendships they make will not progress past that initial shallowness or last more than a few months or a schoolyear. So what's the point of starting?
What that variety of introvert needs, generally, is a person/people who will restore their faith in humanity enough that they actually want to take a risk (not that friendship is all that risky - again, many introverts are very irrational). So I decided to be the sort of person who can actively pursue friendships. Easier said than done of course, especially for someone like me, but I've made a start at least.
Now you know more about introverts than you ever wanted to know! After this, when you meet one you'll know what to do.
Here is what I had for dinner last night. I don't like going to the dining hall very often because it is loud and dirty from accommodating the unwashed masses of freshmen, but I do love the sandwiches they make there so it brings me back.
Amy
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Food
I think about food a lot. In fact, whenever I am not eating food, I am thinking about food. Even if I am not consciously thinking about food, my mouth is thinking about food. It doesn't matter if I'm full or not, I am always thinking about food.
In my special education class, we leaned about a genetic disorder that causes you to think about eating/food constantly to such an extent that you will never not be thinking about food and you'll try to devour anything remotely resembling food (chalk, paper, leather, coal). I was like, that much be what I have only a little milder. Because I think about food so much, and I think maybe I should keep track of what I eat in the interest of health or longevity or something, I have decided to take a picture of what I'm eating whenever I eat something new (I eat the same thing a lot, so this will be incentive for me to branch out). For instance, I took a picture of my first dinner on Tuesday to give you a taste of what I often eat when I am absolutely voracious:
That is two cups of cooked rice, half a can of black beans, salt, garlic powder, sriracha, and doritos. I cannot stress to you enough how delicious this is. I said it was my first dinner because after my night class I came home and had exactly the same thing sans doritos plus a granny smith apple because those things are amazing. I wish I had taken a picture of my fruit bowl before I devoured it, because it was awesome. I got this gift card from Dad for Parker's and among other things I bought a really big bag of mixed fruit. I was kind of afraid that the fruit wouldn't keep when I was just keeping it on a bowl on my desk, but so far it's been almost three weeks and every apple/orange I have eaten in that time has been just as crispy/juicy delicious as it was on the day I bought it, so that's awesome. I only have one orange left and I'm saving it for this weekend when I'm horribly alone (it is going to be awesome, everyone is leaving for Labor Day).
Anyway. Another thing I eat often is ramen. I know that stuff is pretty junky so I don't have it every day, or even every other day. But when I do eat it I am in transports of joy, because that stuff is so. good.
And there isn't much of it in a serving so it's not too bad. I have it with siracha, because I have everything with sriracha. I bought a few different flavors for the sake of variety, but so far the only good kinds have been the chicken flavors. Beef and Oriental are quite frankly disgusting.
Also, I found this at Parker's:
They have a British Foods section! Well, perhaps it was more like a "teatime, wot" section, because most of it was tea or biscuits and spreads. They even had Jaffa Cakes. And marmite. I have no idea what marmite really is but according to some it is some kind of spreadable, edible tar. Apparently it is an acquired taste. I bought the Rich Tea biscuits on the right because they weren't ridiculously expensive and they make me feel sophisticated if I drink them with tea. They taste like animal crackers.
Next I have to take a picture of the soup I make with rice. I can't believe I forgot to today. It was Southwestern style and tasted like heaven because I put in extra garlic. :3
I am putting off going to the actual kitchen because it is kind of gross and there's no microwave. But I would like to fry up some potatoes because that sounds so good I can't even think about it right now.
To the dining hall! The sandwiches there are from another world (only because they have banana peppers on).
Amy
P.S. I'm pretty sure this post was of interest to only one person in the world (hint: it's me). But I sure had fun writing it, so you'll just have to deal.
In my special education class, we leaned about a genetic disorder that causes you to think about eating/food constantly to such an extent that you will never not be thinking about food and you'll try to devour anything remotely resembling food (chalk, paper, leather, coal). I was like, that much be what I have only a little milder. Because I think about food so much, and I think maybe I should keep track of what I eat in the interest of health or longevity or something, I have decided to take a picture of what I'm eating whenever I eat something new (I eat the same thing a lot, so this will be incentive for me to branch out). For instance, I took a picture of my first dinner on Tuesday to give you a taste of what I often eat when I am absolutely voracious:
That is two cups of cooked rice, half a can of black beans, salt, garlic powder, sriracha, and doritos. I cannot stress to you enough how delicious this is. I said it was my first dinner because after my night class I came home and had exactly the same thing sans doritos plus a granny smith apple because those things are amazing. I wish I had taken a picture of my fruit bowl before I devoured it, because it was awesome. I got this gift card from Dad for Parker's and among other things I bought a really big bag of mixed fruit. I was kind of afraid that the fruit wouldn't keep when I was just keeping it on a bowl on my desk, but so far it's been almost three weeks and every apple/orange I have eaten in that time has been just as crispy/juicy delicious as it was on the day I bought it, so that's awesome. I only have one orange left and I'm saving it for this weekend when I'm horribly alone (it is going to be awesome, everyone is leaving for Labor Day).
Anyway. Another thing I eat often is ramen. I know that stuff is pretty junky so I don't have it every day, or even every other day. But when I do eat it I am in transports of joy, because that stuff is so. good.
And there isn't much of it in a serving so it's not too bad. I have it with siracha, because I have everything with sriracha. I bought a few different flavors for the sake of variety, but so far the only good kinds have been the chicken flavors. Beef and Oriental are quite frankly disgusting.
Also, I found this at Parker's:
They have a British Foods section! Well, perhaps it was more like a "teatime, wot" section, because most of it was tea or biscuits and spreads. They even had Jaffa Cakes. And marmite. I have no idea what marmite really is but according to some it is some kind of spreadable, edible tar. Apparently it is an acquired taste. I bought the Rich Tea biscuits on the right because they weren't ridiculously expensive and they make me feel sophisticated if I drink them with tea. They taste like animal crackers.
Next I have to take a picture of the soup I make with rice. I can't believe I forgot to today. It was Southwestern style and tasted like heaven because I put in extra garlic. :3
I am putting off going to the actual kitchen because it is kind of gross and there's no microwave. But I would like to fry up some potatoes because that sounds so good I can't even think about it right now.
To the dining hall! The sandwiches there are from another world (only because they have banana peppers on).
Amy
P.S. I'm pretty sure this post was of interest to only one person in the world (hint: it's me). But I sure had fun writing it, so you'll just have to deal.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Not Having to Hate School
The Burden of the Student
How could a student ever like school?
Think as you will, but a student's no fool.
Rise before sun has shown,
and its rays through the sky have sewn.
Follow the ant-like movement
To wherever the teacher has sent.
How could a student ever like school?
Think as you will, but a student's no fool.
Think of dreams broken on sight.
Of doing, without a single fight.
Think of a childhood, wasting away,
Think of the sorrow at the end of the day.
How could a student ever like school?
Think as you will, but a student's no fool.
A stigma couldn't help but be born,
from a child whose life to school be sworn.
I contemplated making pictures for this blog and then I decided that 1. Would take too much time and 2. I can probably communicate my feels better through words this time.
If you can't get the "deeper meaning" as they say, of that poem, what I'm trying to say is that pretty much my entire life I've hated school, and it wasn't really by choice. Hating school was just as much a choice as doing school.
And I know people who like school and my mom are going to be like, "Oh michelle such a pessimist!" or "Oh michelle hate is such a strong word!"
I know hate is a really strong word but in all honesty my entire life there was nothing that I wanted to do LESS than school, and you know what I've been doing my entire life? School.
Its not because mom was a bad teacher or she did everything wrong or anything, its just that it was something that I had to do, and I also felt as though I had to spend a lot of time and energy disliking it. I think that adults sometimes forget that kids/young adults don't know/remember what its like to not do school during the "school year".
Someone is also probably thinking, "wow school would have been so much easier for her if she'd just embraced it and accepted the fact that she had to do it."
Yeah well when was the time in your not totally-mature and wise-adult life that you embraced something you hated and were like, "wow! I'm genuinely surprised! This isn't half bad!"
So when I knew that I was starting at a Junior College, I was excited but mostly I was sulky and annoyed and sad that the easiest days of school were behind me (being that that isn't saying much).
But then it started and I was like,
"What is this madness?"
Its literally like a constant party. Not like a crazy all-night-college-party, but its like, I get to got to school three days a week and see my friends every single time I got there. I get to play games in between class and nap in comphy chairs and meet new people and write two page double space papers and bring my own lunches.
Like, is this just college or is this what all school is like? Is this the real life....or is this a fantasy?
I get to be with people...ALL THE TIME. I have Teachers that specialize in what they're teaching me. I run by the clock and pack my own bag.
I make plans to meet with friends like every hour and in between, I'm making new friends.
Its ridiculous. And probably the coolest thing that's ever happened to me.
I feel like its still summer, but not the kind of summer that you quickly learn to hate, the kind of summer that is full of scheduled activities that you love to do.
So the main point here is, I'm able to spend a lot less time dreading school and doing school and hating school.
So a lot more time to enjoy being a teenager and having like .2 responsibilities.
-Michelle
How could a student ever like school?
Think as you will, but a student's no fool.
Rise before sun has shown,
and its rays through the sky have sewn.
Follow the ant-like movement
To wherever the teacher has sent.
How could a student ever like school?
Think as you will, but a student's no fool.
Think of dreams broken on sight.
Of doing, without a single fight.
Think of a childhood, wasting away,
Think of the sorrow at the end of the day.
How could a student ever like school?
Think as you will, but a student's no fool.
A stigma couldn't help but be born,
from a child whose life to school be sworn.
I contemplated making pictures for this blog and then I decided that 1. Would take too much time and 2. I can probably communicate my feels better through words this time.
If you can't get the "deeper meaning" as they say, of that poem, what I'm trying to say is that pretty much my entire life I've hated school, and it wasn't really by choice. Hating school was just as much a choice as doing school.
And I know people who like school and my mom are going to be like, "Oh michelle such a pessimist!" or "Oh michelle hate is such a strong word!"
I know hate is a really strong word but in all honesty my entire life there was nothing that I wanted to do LESS than school, and you know what I've been doing my entire life? School.
Its not because mom was a bad teacher or she did everything wrong or anything, its just that it was something that I had to do, and I also felt as though I had to spend a lot of time and energy disliking it. I think that adults sometimes forget that kids/young adults don't know/remember what its like to not do school during the "school year".
Someone is also probably thinking, "wow school would have been so much easier for her if she'd just embraced it and accepted the fact that she had to do it."
Yeah well when was the time in your not totally-mature and wise-adult life that you embraced something you hated and were like, "wow! I'm genuinely surprised! This isn't half bad!"
So when I knew that I was starting at a Junior College, I was excited but mostly I was sulky and annoyed and sad that the easiest days of school were behind me (being that that isn't saying much).
But then it started and I was like,
"What is this madness?"
Its literally like a constant party. Not like a crazy all-night-college-party, but its like, I get to got to school three days a week and see my friends every single time I got there. I get to play games in between class and nap in comphy chairs and meet new people and write two page double space papers and bring my own lunches.
Like, is this just college or is this what all school is like? Is this the real life....or is this a fantasy?
I get to be with people...ALL THE TIME. I have Teachers that specialize in what they're teaching me. I run by the clock and pack my own bag.
I make plans to meet with friends like every hour and in between, I'm making new friends.
Its ridiculous. And probably the coolest thing that's ever happened to me.
I feel like its still summer, but not the kind of summer that you quickly learn to hate, the kind of summer that is full of scheduled activities that you love to do.
So the main point here is, I'm able to spend a lot less time dreading school and doing school and hating school.
So a lot more time to enjoy being a teenager and having like .2 responsibilities.
-Michelle
Thursday, August 23, 2012
College
At first I thought this semester was going to be pretty hectic but then I thought back to last semester and decided that I'm better off. For a sample of my feelings on least semester, let's take a trip down memory lane by reading a choice excerpt from my journal in the first few days of classes:
The problem with French is going to be my speaking. I have fine comprehension, certainly better than many people in my class, but my speaking is horrible. It's interesting to realize how my different methods of learning Korean and French are affecting my aptitude - colloquial Korean isn't too hard for me to navigate and I can speak it fine for my level of study, but reading and writing it is a real struggle. But I don't even know what colloquial French is. I don't even know what words are okay to leave out if I want to abbreviate a sentence.
Gosh language is hard. But I love it to death. I'm going to have fun in this French class if it kills me. Even though the teacher is teaching the class in French, he talks pretty slowly and clearly so I didn't have any major embarrassing moments of uncomprehension. And I'll be darned if I'm outdone by the only guy in the class.
Freshmen are everywhere these days. I heard there are more freshman than ever this year because the president is trying to make up for lost state funding by increasing enrollment (read: accepting students the college would not normally have accepted and making them pay higher tuition), so I guess that would account for the dining halls being overrun by a den of thieves and scoundrels. I have been brainwashed into bemoaning the existence of freshmen, because that is what everyone does (but really, they can be pretty clueless sometimes). But it turns out that upperclassmen aren't all that great themselves. So far I've heard an inordinate number of people badmouthing our C.A. in the hallway, which is dumb because she's super sweet and only means well.
Basically college is the same rat race as ever. It is not really a rat race but it can seem pretty arbitrary a lot of the time. Last night at Campus Christian House I met the first person I have ever encountered who said all he wants is to get out of college and become a functioning, useful member of society. We high-fived over our common goals and went our separate ways to conquer the world. Strangely enough I have not met anyone else who has admitted to feeling the same way. I guess everyone else is taking advantage of their last years of low responsibility.
Amy
P.S. Korean phrases! Here is one that I was reminded of while sitting in Government class today:
Almost every class I have this semester is so full of work that I'm already starting to hyperventilate a little [...] I am completely, one hundred percent screwed. I'm going to look back on this semester as the Era of All-Nighters, I can just feel it.I only pulled one all-nighter that semester, but still. It was bad. So this semester's going to be better, even though I'm not taking any Happy Fun Times classes like choir (was supposed to be Happy Fun Times, but wasn't actually).
The problem with French is going to be my speaking. I have fine comprehension, certainly better than many people in my class, but my speaking is horrible. It's interesting to realize how my different methods of learning Korean and French are affecting my aptitude - colloquial Korean isn't too hard for me to navigate and I can speak it fine for my level of study, but reading and writing it is a real struggle. But I don't even know what colloquial French is. I don't even know what words are okay to leave out if I want to abbreviate a sentence.
Gosh language is hard. But I love it to death. I'm going to have fun in this French class if it kills me. Even though the teacher is teaching the class in French, he talks pretty slowly and clearly so I didn't have any major embarrassing moments of uncomprehension. And I'll be darned if I'm outdone by the only guy in the class.
Freshmen are everywhere these days. I heard there are more freshman than ever this year because the president is trying to make up for lost state funding by increasing enrollment (read: accepting students the college would not normally have accepted and making them pay higher tuition), so I guess that would account for the dining halls being overrun by a den of thieves and scoundrels. I have been brainwashed into bemoaning the existence of freshmen, because that is what everyone does (but really, they can be pretty clueless sometimes). But it turns out that upperclassmen aren't all that great themselves. So far I've heard an inordinate number of people badmouthing our C.A. in the hallway, which is dumb because she's super sweet and only means well.
Basically college is the same rat race as ever. It is not really a rat race but it can seem pretty arbitrary a lot of the time. Last night at Campus Christian House I met the first person I have ever encountered who said all he wants is to get out of college and become a functioning, useful member of society. We high-fived over our common goals and went our separate ways to conquer the world. Strangely enough I have not met anyone else who has admitted to feeling the same way. I guess everyone else is taking advantage of their last years of low responsibility.
Amy
P.S. Korean phrases! Here is one that I was reminded of while sitting in Government class today:
이젠 위인들이 무섭지
We're afraid of greater men now
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
College
Ah, well.
I have made a video so that I don't have to explain and explain and explain. Also so that when I'm 90 I can look back and be like,
"Ah, so thats what happened."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xzc16YTblU&feature=youtu.be
-Michelle
I have made a video so that I don't have to explain and explain and explain. Also so that when I'm 90 I can look back and be like,
"Ah, so thats what happened."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xzc16YTblU&feature=youtu.be
-Michelle
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Sisters, Sisters
Caring, sharing, every little thing we're wearing.
Well, I'll tell you we don't do much sharing. Neither of us can really stand it. Though we often give things to each other, sharing isn't really something we can tolerate.
But anyway, as you may not know, Amy went to school on Wednesday.
Since Thursday morning we have exchanged about 300 texts. In three days.
Today dad saw an old picture of us together and said, "You girls used to be inseparable"
Just because we watch the same show in different rooms or are both on tumblr in different rooms in the same house and talking through text and facebook doesn't mean we're not inseparable.
I think the ability to communicate just as well via text as in person with someone is a really unusual skill. At least, I don't have it with many people. (I'm sorry, Angela. Talking via text is really hard with you. Don't worry, we'll skype while you're in Korea.)
And that's all I have to say.
Even though we both have phone this semester, you can still expect quite a few interesting horrible-drawing and stream-of-conscienceness posts.
-Michelle
Monday, August 13, 2012
Why Flossing with Braces is the Worst Thing Ever
Now I recently had someone tell me that when the situation is dire, they floss with their hair.
I can only imagine what kind of dire situation I would have to be in to do that, and it the kind of situation that involves a desert island, no other humans, and a gum infection.
Why would I ever clean my pearly whites with a strand of biomaterial that has been on my person for who knows how many years? Not to mention its been bleached and bleached and re-bleached, and dyed. That probably makes it cleaner, but its still growing out of your body, and as far as I'm concerned, nothing that is growing out of your body is, at any given time, completely 100% clean.
But anyway, the conversation reminded me that I haven't really flossed my teeth in two and half years, and you know why?
The answer to all my mouth problems, BRACES.
These chains that enslave me stop me from doing just about anything.
In the beginning, before I learned my lesson, I tried to be a good little girl, and floss. But oh ho ho, did I learn.
I can, pretty easily, floss the bottom 13% of the gap between my teeth. And guess where all the stuff is that you need to floss? the top 87%.
Its like i literally have to sew. To do it. It's like I have to string it between wires and above and below brackets to floss for real.
(I would never sew those two colors of material together with that color of thread. I don't make fox paws like that.)
But its not just like sewing,
There is a small, very very small space between the two brackets, below the wire. Its relatively (extremely) hard to get a limp string through the space, and I don't always have the kind of time it takes.
So, as a result, I am never able to floss my teeth (but do not be alarmed, there are other ways of cleaning your teeth.
NOT with your hair.)
-Michelle
P.S. I got a left handed mouse instead of a touch pad. Can you tell?
P.P.S. Yes, I did get pink tips in my hair. I try hard to keep everything accurate, as you can see.
I can only imagine what kind of dire situation I would have to be in to do that, and it the kind of situation that involves a desert island, no other humans, and a gum infection.
Why would I ever clean my pearly whites with a strand of biomaterial that has been on my person for who knows how many years? Not to mention its been bleached and bleached and re-bleached, and dyed. That probably makes it cleaner, but its still growing out of your body, and as far as I'm concerned, nothing that is growing out of your body is, at any given time, completely 100% clean.
But anyway, the conversation reminded me that I haven't really flossed my teeth in two and half years, and you know why?
The answer to all my mouth problems, BRACES.
These chains that enslave me stop me from doing just about anything.
In the beginning, before I learned my lesson, I tried to be a good little girl, and floss. But oh ho ho, did I learn.
I can, pretty easily, floss the bottom 13% of the gap between my teeth. And guess where all the stuff is that you need to floss? the top 87%.
Its like i literally have to sew. To do it. It's like I have to string it between wires and above and below brackets to floss for real.
(I would never sew those two colors of material together with that color of thread. I don't make fox paws like that.)
But its not just like sewing,
There is a small, very very small space between the two brackets, below the wire. Its relatively (extremely) hard to get a limp string through the space, and I don't always have the kind of time it takes.
So, as a result, I am never able to floss my teeth (but do not be alarmed, there are other ways of cleaning your teeth.
NOT with your hair.)
-Michelle
P.S. I got a left handed mouse instead of a touch pad. Can you tell?
P.P.S. Yes, I did get pink tips in my hair. I try hard to keep everything accurate, as you can see.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Why Out Houses Are The Worst Thing Ever
So we're on vacation, right? We'll, its a road trip, which,
It's a pretty nice experience, when there are all these siblings, and all these parents, and all this space (joke.)
But anyway, we got to the cabin. It was very quaint, and very...log. It was really big and there was PLENTY of space for everything, or so I thought.
Yeah, YEAH.
I have had a fear of out houses since before I had a fear of flushing toilets and turning on the shower with the door closed, which means, FOR A REALLY LONG TIME. I'm 100% scared of out houses, for who knows how many reasons. But the main reason is probably because they LOOK so innocent and out-door-sie.
"Oh I'm really getting the woodsie experience now," you say as you walk up with your flashlight-phone (Spent three days on airplane mode because it saves the battery like no bodies business and there wasn't any service anyway. My phone turned from pretty much everything, to a clock and flashlight.)
And as you get closer you realize. . . this isn't what I signed up for. walk into this small house in the middle of the night in my most vulnerable state? In the middle of the woods? . . .alone?
But by the time we left (after 4 days) I'd gone from 100% scared to about 95% scared.
Though I only used it four times.
But, though I'm sure my mom would say it builds character or something (if 'building character' can also mean 'build nightmares' then sure!), but now that it's over and I can't say I miss it. Though the cabin was awesome, its sad that it held such flaws.
Never taking toilets for granted again.
-Michelle
But anyway, we got to the cabin. It was very quaint, and very...log. It was really big and there was PLENTY of space for everything, or so I thought.
Yeah, YEAH.
I have had a fear of out houses since before I had a fear of flushing toilets and turning on the shower with the door closed, which means, FOR A REALLY LONG TIME. I'm 100% scared of out houses, for who knows how many reasons. But the main reason is probably because they LOOK so innocent and out-door-sie.
"Oh I'm really getting the woodsie experience now," you say as you walk up with your flashlight-phone (Spent three days on airplane mode because it saves the battery like no bodies business and there wasn't any service anyway. My phone turned from pretty much everything, to a clock and flashlight.)
And as you get closer you realize. . . this isn't what I signed up for. walk into this small house in the middle of the night in my most vulnerable state? In the middle of the woods? . . .alone?
But by the time we left (after 4 days) I'd gone from 100% scared to about 95% scared.
Though I only used it four times.
But, though I'm sure my mom would say it builds character or something (if 'building character' can also mean 'build nightmares' then sure!), but now that it's over and I can't say I miss it. Though the cabin was awesome, its sad that it held such flaws.
Never taking toilets for granted again.
-Michelle
Friday, July 20, 2012
Why Packing is the Worst Thing Ever
Six months ago, you and your family planned this trip. Its going to be LEGIT. Two weeks long at the end of summer, RIGHT after all your camps and parties and swimteams are over.
So summer goes by, and you have a blast.
Wait, wait wait. WAAAAAIT. You stop, and look back at your calendar.
WHAT? TWO DAYS? TWO DAYS AND YOU HAVEN'T PACKED A SINGLE THING.
You haven't even planned the things you're going to take. Like, made a list in your head.
Too busy doing extremely time consuming things like this all summer
The whole situation is rather surprising.
How could I forget such a big event? I mean, I've been talking it up for weeks!
So you got to get down to it.
And then the day comes, and you leave, and
Have fun on vacation!
-Michelle
So summer goes by, and you have a blast.
Wait, wait wait. WAAAAAIT. You stop, and look back at your calendar.
You haven't even planned the things you're going to take. Like, made a list in your head.
Too busy doing extremely time consuming things like this all summer
How could I forget such a big event? I mean, I've been talking it up for weeks!
Have fun on vacation!
-Michelle
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Why Applying For a Job is the Worst Thing Ever
So you're a slob.
Not just any slob, but an unemployed slob.
Broke-ness, slobbi-ness, and just all around denial has caught up to you and its time to do that horrid horrid thing.
Job search.
So the first step is getting off youtube. I know, I know.
Well, now that thats over with, and you've gotten off your bed, you're already in a bad mood, so there goes the productive, good day you'd planned.
So now you have to get on the computer and look up some stores that you're relatively interested in.
But then you have to start the actual applying process, which is fine at first. I mean, its like writing an auto biography.
"Tell us how you're a wonderful person."
"Well, alright! I'll start with the story of how I saved this kid from downing when I was ten....."
After a while though, if you can believe it, you just kind of...run out of good things to say about yourself.
I think its a combination of impatience, and desperation.
But then it starts to get really weird, and in your head, all the answers are starting to be, instead of "yes" or "No", stuff more like, "Yeah within reason," "Sometimes," "If its convenient," "why not" and, "Anything to make you happy."
"Are you eighteen?"
"Ehh, I probably look eighteen."
So this whole process takes about two hours.
And then, its like the angels have blessed you and you're finally done, and then a little window pops up and says, "There are no positions available at this time, try again later!"
Everything is wrong now! Before you had something, hope, inspiration, endurance, and now you have nothing! Especially not a job!
Anger slowly turns into denial, which turns to depression,
And long hours of self-examination and reflection.
"Thats it...I'm living in my parents basement the rest of my life. I'll eat rats and mold. It won't be so bad."
-Life of a teenager.
:)
Not just any slob, but an unemployed slob.
Broke-ness, slobbi-ness, and just all around denial has caught up to you and its time to do that horrid horrid thing.
Job search.
So the first step is getting off youtube. I know, I know.
So now you have to get on the computer and look up some stores that you're relatively interested in.
But then you have to start the actual applying process, which is fine at first. I mean, its like writing an auto biography.
"Tell us how you're a wonderful person."
"Well, alright! I'll start with the story of how I saved this kid from downing when I was ten....."
After a while though, if you can believe it, you just kind of...run out of good things to say about yourself.
I think its a combination of impatience, and desperation.
"Are you eighteen?"
"Ehh, I probably look eighteen."
So this whole process takes about two hours.
And then, its like the angels have blessed you and you're finally done, and then a little window pops up and says, "There are no positions available at this time, try again later!"
Everything is wrong now! Before you had something, hope, inspiration, endurance, and now you have nothing! Especially not a job!
Anger slowly turns into denial, which turns to depression,
"Thats it...I'm living in my parents basement the rest of my life. I'll eat rats and mold. It won't be so bad."
-Life of a teenager.
:)
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Swimteam Day 3, 4, and 5.
Well, yeah. Swimteam happened.
We went on monday, and we were like, "pfft, its not TOO bad out here," and then I put my foot in the water and I was like,
The water was 68 degrees. So I swam for a little while, like half an hour, and then my knee started to hurt, and I was like, "what is this mysterious throbbing in my knee joint?"
So I stopped and looked at my knee
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT IS THIS GROWTH???
Its like mount doom relocated onto my knee.
I've had bruises before, but I've never had a bruise that looked like it was going to consume my entire being.
I'm pretty sure it was the most terrifying thing I've ever seen. Anyway, so it was kind of painful, so I got to get out of the water early,
WOOOOHOOOO!
Anyway. Then tuesday came along and it was exactly the same except WORSE. And then Wednesday happened and, guess what? It was also cold and horrible.
I don't mind swimming hard for two hours, I don't even mind getting up early that much anymore, but I CANNOT deal with the cold.
Other than that, Beauty and the Beast is happening in a week.
Freak out session: GO
AAAAGAAAAAH. Excuse me while I go die from stress.
No, I mean, I'm not THAT stressed, I'm just really....anxious, I guess. This is the first show I've done where I've invited a lot of my friends. I know it'll be awesome, but its inevitable that there will be some fail.
I probably shouldn't think like that, but OH MY GOSH I HAVE TO SING OPERA.
Just a little, LITTLE scared about that. What if my voice cracks? What if its off tune? What if I miss my cue?
Speaking of that...I should probably practice....
BYE
-Michelle
have a good week!
We went on monday, and we were like, "pfft, its not TOO bad out here," and then I put my foot in the water and I was like,
So I stopped and looked at my knee
Its like mount doom relocated onto my knee.
I've had bruises before, but I've never had a bruise that looked like it was going to consume my entire being.
I'm pretty sure it was the most terrifying thing I've ever seen. Anyway, so it was kind of painful, so I got to get out of the water early,
Anyway. Then tuesday came along and it was exactly the same except WORSE. And then Wednesday happened and, guess what? It was also cold and horrible.
I don't mind swimming hard for two hours, I don't even mind getting up early that much anymore, but I CANNOT deal with the cold.
Other than that, Beauty and the Beast is happening in a week.
Freak out session: GO
No, I mean, I'm not THAT stressed, I'm just really....anxious, I guess. This is the first show I've done where I've invited a lot of my friends. I know it'll be awesome, but its inevitable that there will be some fail.
I probably shouldn't think like that, but OH MY GOSH I HAVE TO SING OPERA.
Just a little, LITTLE scared about that. What if my voice cracks? What if its off tune? What if I miss my cue?
Speaking of that...I should probably practice....
BYE
-Michelle
have a good week!
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