Apologies...

Good afternoon, friends. I hope you are all well. I'm at work right now and nobody else is here so I'm kind of forced to either do work or write a blog. Guess which one I decided to do?

So you guys, I have something I think that needs to be said and/or clarified. In a certain post that I wrote, there is a possibility that I hurt some feelings. I said some statements about a certain writing style that some feel largely passionate about. Because of this, I think that I should address things that I figured were already mentioned (see side panel to the right) but I guess I need to address these in a larger presence, aka a blog post.

First of all, the things that I say in this blog are COMPLETELY my inner thoughts, feelings, ideas, land life stories. The purpose of this blog is to reflect upon those things, nothing more and nothing less. In fact, this blog can be considered the epitome of "fact versus opinion." What I'm trying to say is, I created this blog to say how I feel. If I wanted to write a textbook, then I would. THIS ISN'T ONE THOUGH. The writings here will be completely honest, straight-forward, purely my opinions. Concerning the incident from a previous post, my intention was never to hurt feelings or change another's opinion about this certain writing style. In fact, I even ended that post with that writing style. My only intention was to reflect my present feelings, regardless of if it was politically correct or not. Because of this, I really do want to apologize to anyone who was offended by what I said. Even though it really was just me stating my opinion, I know what it feels like when others say something I love isn’t something that they feel quite the same about. Trust me, I know the feeling. I’m in band, I like computers, and my favorite show is Lizard Lick Towing on TruTV. I get crap all the time. You can’t let other’s opinions bother you too much or else your whole life will be spent wondering what to do that satisfies others. To quote myself from a previous post….. “The point is, find what makes you happy and have at it. Life is sincerely too short to spend doing something you hate.” I said that with complete sincerity, too.

]I’m going to let you guys in on a little secret of mine as well. The truth is that yes, there are some things that I don’t like. SUE ME. And sue yourselves too because I know for a fact that there are some things that you guys don’t like to do either. DON’T LIE TO ME. However, it’s significantly rare that I don’t like people. You know what makes me like people even more though? When they are passionate about something. I just think it’s such an attractive trait that a person could have. And it doesn’t even matter what you’re passionate about, either. You could love making origami, you could be really amazing at it and have a little club that meets once a week to make thousands of things out of foldy paper and you know what I would say? Hats off to you. I think you’re remarkable. I think that I respect you a thousand times more than if you weren’t passionate about something. I may find it really boring and painful on the hand joints to make little swans out of paper, but that doesn’t mean that I hate you for liking it, just as I’m sure you wouldn’t hate me for liking to play the tuba 3 times a week. THAT’S LIFE. God made us all different for a reason, folks.

Regardless of everything that I’ve said today, I would like to apologize to anyone who was hurt by what I said. This blog was never meant for that and I’d rather not write anything at all than hurt the feelings of one of my much-adored readers. I love everyone. Not just saying that either.

Alright guys, I hate to end this mushy sesh, but my boss is back and looking over my shoulder so I should probably work on the thousands of things I have to do by the end of today. I do love you all, though. If I could prove it, I would. As always, I’ll talk to you all very soon. Stay sane during this hectic month (I’ll try, too).

Don't get fancy, just get dancy.

I'm sitting in the music center laboratory (if you pronounced that like "lab-or-a-tor-y" significantly mentioned from Dexter's Lab, you are always a hero in my book) and it's so extremely loud in here with the sounds of random pianos playing, singers singing, trumpeters trumpeting, clarinets clarineting, flutes fluting, and guitars guitaring. It's a shock to me that I'm actually able to concentrate and write this. Nevertheless, I am able to concentrate, and thus far, able to write.
How are you guys doing? I'm doing well. Except for the fact that I'm tired out of my bleeding mind, I haven't practiced for the piano lesson I have in t-minus 24 minutes, my outfit today looks horrendous (black shirt, black pants, black shoes) and my sinus infection from TWO WEEKS AGO is still going strong. The only thing good about today is that at least my hair matches my outfit in that it is equally horrendous.
Okay, let's talk about something good. Let's talk about how amazingly cute my puppy is??? That never seizes to make me feel better. He is an all white boarder collie, 8 weeks old, sleepy cuddly playful personality, and he smells like cucumber melon after we spray him with the good smelling stuff that makes him go insane with fear. He keeps me up all night, he pees on the floor when we don't take him out soon enough, and he loves to chew on everything that he lays his tiny little eyes on, some of which include but are not limited to: pillows, newspaper, trash bags, computer cords, table legs, table chairs, couch cushions, fingers, toes, faces, clothing, iPhones, and money. Regardless of his chewable demeanor, you can't stay mad at him for too long before he does something completely cute and you're blind-sighted.

Okay well I'd absolutely love to stay and chat with you guys, but my piano lesson is now in t-minus 12 minutes, and I figure I should probably do some form of practicing. It's not that I don't like you guys because trust me, I'd 100% rather be with you than with my piano teacher in a smelly hot room getting yelled at for not fingering correctly (you guys have such dirty minds, jeez). Take care for me.

P.S. how are you loving this fall weather?? Get out and go for a walk. If you have a pet, take it with you. If you don't, tie a long string to a stuffed animal and drag it while you walk. Extra points if it's a hippo, a giraffe, an elephant, or any species you would find at a zoo.

And miles to go before I sleep.

I'm in a creative writing class right now. And despite popular belief, I'm not nor will I ever be interested in creative writing. I guess I shouldn't say never because who knows? Maybe in 30 years, I'll be an obese hippie with dreadlocks and peace sign tattoos who spends every Tuesday and Thursday night snapping my fingers at poetry slams. I might even own my own set of bongos. Currently though, I cannot stand creative writing.

Don't get me wrong, I love to read a good book. When I was in high school, I actually went through a classical literature phase where I would read and read and read, but only books written by dead people. Kind of a morbid way to put it, but I couldn't think of another so STOP JUDGING ME. And I'll admit it, I actually do like a little Shakespeare and my buddy, Edgar. I would get excited to come to class and read Romeo and Juliet, and A Midsummer Night's Dream because the history and the way he could put his words together... it was astonishing. So I guess the truth is, I do like some poetry. For some reason though, I have it in my brain that poetry written by authors who are still alive... or even post-modern poetry, I ABSOLUTELY HATE IT. Like, why why why. It's pointless. What's even more pointless are haikus. We have to write them in my creative writing class and this is what I come up with:

The smell of autumn
Leaves crunching beneath my feet
Fall is here once again.

To be completely honest with you, I wrote that poem on the train 10 minutes before class. And if you read that poem with your arm out, reaching towards the heavens, your eyes glancing across the horizon, and a tinge of suppressed happiness in your voice, you are the classic hippie poetry reader. I would stare at you in public, you weirdo. My poetry is complete trash. You know what modern poetry is like? It's like building old-fashioned cars, like cars from 1960's, in 2011. Why would you do that? It would have no value, the point of an old car is that it is OLD, it's vintage, it's worth something because of the year it was created. Other than that, I think poetry is just weird. I went to a poetry slam once with some friends and I can't remember a time where I've ever been so bored in my life. It's like a song that's been deprived of its beautiful melody. It's like a line from a play taken out of context.
I wasn't planning on being so mean today but I guess I'm in kind of a rant-y mood. I'm sorry if I've offended you by my anger towards poems. I'm sure that you write very beautiful poetry that someone else greatly appreciates. You don't need to be dead to write poetry. Now I feel bad for being so mean.

To write (right) my wrong, I'm going to leave you with a poem by my favorite favorite (DEAD) poet, Mr. Robert Frost. If you value poetry and you don't know who Robert Frost is, shame on you. Anyway. Good afternoon, friends. Talk to you soon.

"Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening"


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Don't count your chickens until they hatch...

The other day I watched Source Code with my sister. It's this totally confusing and adrenaline-destroying movie about a man trying to save the city of Chicago from a terrorist attack, and really, it's one of those movies that people ultimately refer to as, "oh, it's one of those movies you have to see a second time." But really. Anyway. The movie was good, the actors were mediocre, the story line was sub-par, and the continuity errors would make a movie critic gag. However, despite the fact that the movie was just your standard action Sci-fi flick, it did present an overlooked theme that I found applicable in my own life. How surprising.

ANYWAY, I get off track. Even though the movie was kind of seen as this movie to play with your emotions and show you how awesomely awesome they can make effects in Hollywood, USA, it had something that kind of subtly KICKED ME HARD IN THE SHIN. Throughout the movie, Jake (the man had multiple names. The story is confusing. I will just call the man “Jake” based on the actor’s real name) was fighting against time, always living the same moment over and over to try and discover things he didn't notice before. Because of this new invention created by a level of the Air Force, a man with inactive brain functionality can relive 8 minutes of another man’s brain activity leading up to his death, if a small portion of their brain is still active (told you it was confusing). Regardless of the plot line, the message remains true. Jake is constantly taking into account how, “every second counts,” and always considering the ultimate question, “what would you do if you knew you only had a minute to live?” Okay, now I understand that my life isn’t 8 minutes long, nor do I have a minute left to live before I burst into flames from a Chicago train explosion… but the message remains true. So totally freaking true. Regardless of how much time we have left, our lives are ticking time bombs. If you’re a man in your old age, a twelve year old student, a working woman, whatever you are: time is of the essence. I know that’s so cliché to say, but it’s so true that it’s insane.

And who am I to say anything, right? I’m the one stuck here living my life straight from the books, not wanting to take any risks, not wanting to make any changes. Well at the risk of sounding like a complete fool, I’m here to argue something else. I’m not going to say, “So guys, live your life to the fullest! Take risks! Try something new! Live like you were dying! An apple a day keeps the doctor away!” or any other relevant clichés I can throw your way. The thing is, I’m not much of a risk taker, an action-lover, a thrill-seeker, or anything like that; just because time is valuable doesn’t mean you need to go full throttle and jump off a cliff. My cheesy cliché advice to you is this: find what you love, love what you find. If you like to play soccer, find time to join a team on the weekends. If you possess an enjoyable talent in MMA, take classes at a local gym. And if you like to widdle German shepherds out of various bars of soap, well widdle your life away. The point is, find what makes you happy and have at it. Life is sincerely too short to spend doing something you hate.

FITS OF ANGER!!!!!!

C.S. Lewis was one of the world's most acclaimed writers of the 20th century. Of his works that I've read, I've found them to be phenomenal. The Space Trilogy, Mere Christianity, and of course the "Narnia" series, they're all works that will be set in history for a very very long freaking time. He was born, he wrote, and he laid in his death bed to die. Out of his entire life, he only asked one thing of society. You know what that was? "Don't make my books into movies." BAM. So what did we do? WHAT DID WE DO, YOU GUYS?? ANSWER ME!!!

Okay, so I'm not really that mad, I loved Narnia with the cute British kids. *Watched it, bought it, lost it, bought it again. But really. There are thousands of other ideas that corporate movie-makers could have come up with, but they didn't. Charles Shultz, the maker of the Peanuts cartoons, they honored his wishes to not make anymore Snoopy shizz. Which was a good freaking idea because people would have ruined that, too.

If you think about it, Hollywood sometimes ruins EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD. Okay, here's an example. Gilmore Girls was an awesome show, right? It was hilarious, it was witty, and it just made you feel at home when you watched it. I would just curl up with a cup of tea, put in season 2, and just relax for the rest of the day. And I'm pretty sure that a lot of other teens (and their moms) did that too because all of the sudden, the WB freaking EXPLODED with views. So what do they do when they get popular?? They decide to FIRE THE SCREEN WRITER THAT MADE IT POPULAR, hire a new one, and turn it into a hooker show about sleeping around, getting pregnant, getting drunk at parties, yelling at your mom for no apparent reason, and cheating on your boyfriend with different random guys. Like.......... WHAT?????! Don't watch season 4 on, I'm warning you.

I'm sorry that I'm in a bad mood today. I'm just cranky I guess. And really, it's not like it just all of the sudden happened. You guys know the Leroy Anderson Christmas song, right? It was written in like, the 40's or something for orchestra. I might just be showing my band nerdery right now. "Let's here those sleigh bells ring-aling la la la" I don't know the words very well. Here's the link if you don't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, Leroy said one thing about this song. He said, copy it as much as you want, play it as much as you want, and listen to it as much as you want. BUT DON'T ADD FREAKING WORDS. WHAT DID WE DO AMERICA??? WHAT DID WE DO NEXT???? ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW.

Okay, I'm calm. I'm sorry for this stupid rant, but you guys know I'm right. Have a good day. Go to a small town coffee shop, drink coffee, and look at pictures of cute kittens. One guess as to what I'm doing right now. I bid you adieu.

*If you got this movie reference, BE MY BEST FRIEND.

MySpace Fools.

You know, I think the best thing about coming to a Starbucks is just the extraneous conversations that I happen to catch. While sitting here for nearly 3 minutes, I now know about laser-hair treatment, how many cups of sugar it takes to make Michelle's special cookies (2), and what Kathy likes the most about being from Norfolk (when the leaves change). I mean, I almost feel as if my 15 years of schooling was essentially pointless. You know what I mean???

Okay, so on a completely different and unrelated topic, I feel as if a lot of people who read this blog know me in real life. BUT there are some people who just don't know me at all. SO in honor of me finding my MySpace this morning, I think it would be appropriate for me to do a MySpace "Get to know me" note. I used to always read those things, even if I didn't know the person very well. They were just so addicting. I'm a creeper...

Name: Olivia

Where were you born?: South London

Favorite Movie?: Anything with Kirsten Dunst/Natalie Portman, anything related to Harry Potter.

Favorite Color?: I like purple but I like to wear greens and blacks. So i don't really know.

Current City?: Lakewood, Colorado

Answer Yes or No
Q: Kissed someone on your friends list? Like facebook? or myspace? I mean, yeah to both I guess...?
Q: Been arrested? Nope.
Q: Do you like someone? You could say that.
Q: Held a snake? Well, yeah....
Q: Been suspended from school? In the 4th grade, I sharpened a drumstick in a pencil sharpener. 5 days
Q: Sang karaoke? Probably at some point
Q: Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do? Everyday
Q: Laughed until you started crying? Oh yeah
Q: Kissed in the rain? yeah
Q: Sang in the shower? erreday
Q: Sat on a roof top? I don't see how this is relevant
Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? YES and my CELL PHONE. BY MY BEST FRIEND'S MOM.
Q: Broken a bone? yes
Q: Shaved your head? I wish
Q: Played a prank on someone? I mean, I trip people a lot. Does that count?
Q: Shot a gun? YEZ
Q: Donated Blood? yeah, it hurt.

LAST PERSON
1. You hung out with? I watched Mary (my roommate) make breakfast. Does that count?
2. You texted? Nichole
3. Last Person you were in a car with? Hmmm Mary
4. Went to the movies with? Nichole and Arielle
5. Person you went to shop with? I went and got cereal by myself this morning
6. You talked on the phone? My mom
7. Made you laugh? The Starbucks lady
8. You hugged? Arielle

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...
1. Sun or moon? Moon..
2. Winter or Fall? Winter
3. Left or Right? Why does it matter?
4. Sunny or rainy? RAIN
5. Where do you live? you already asked me that, don't be redundant
6. Club or pub? pub
7. Are there 1 or 2 people who you can always trust and rely on? I'd like to think so... WHO'S ASKING
8. Do you want to get married? no idea
9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? spaghetti makes you fat
10. What time is it? clocks are for the weak
11. Are you afraid of commitment? I strive for it
12. What is your greatest hope/wish? to be happy
13. Do you cook? i like to bake a lot
14. Current mood? annoyed

IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU...
1. Kissed someone? Nope
2. Sang? Really badly to my car stereo
3. Listened to music? NOPE
4. Danced Crazy? Probably
5. Cried? Nope
6. Liked someone you can't have? haha

25 FIRSTS .....
1.Who was your first prom date? a jew
2. Who was your first roommate? this weird girl
3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time? what's alcohol?
4. What was your first job? super target
5. Who was your first date? a jew
6. When did you go to your first funeral and viewing? when I was five I think
7. Who was your first grade teacher? gahh Mrs. Campbell
8. Who was your first crush this year? like I'm really going to tell you that GOOD ONE
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? United States
10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time? I mean, I lived on the second floor. so never
11. Who was your first best friend? Amanda Murphy
12. Who is/was your first Best Friend in high school? Vivian Warren
13. Where was your first sleepover? My friend Destiny's house. We watched The Ring and I got nightmares.
14. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? My mom or Mary
15. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a Bridesmaid/ groomsman? My aunt's
16. What's the first thing you did when you got up this morning? Looked at my clock (which is broken)
17. What was the first concert you went to? 3 dog night in New York
18. What was the last concert you went to? hmmm do band concerts count? my own
19. First tattoo or piercing? ears pierced
20. First celebrity crush? Aaron Carter
21. Current celebrity crush? NATALIE PORTMAN
22. First crush? probably like a 3rd grader
23. Current crush? none yo buz
24. First date? REDUNDANCY IS A SIN
25. First time you tied your shoe laces? I wear velcro

Five names you go by:
Olivia, that stupid girl, Liv, Livy, Olive

Three things you are wearing right now:
1. watch
2. blazer
3. pants

Three things you want very badly X5 at the moment:
1. a person
2. a refill on my coffee
3. a day off

Two things you did last night:
1. played apples to apples with arielle, mary, nichole, and krista
2. brushed my teeth

Two things you ate today:
1. coffee
2. nothing yet

Two people you last talked to on the phone:
1. Mary
2. My mom

Three things you are going to do tomorrow:
1. work
2. homework
3. I don't have an itinerary or anything so I don't know

Two longest car rides:
1. Denver to Cali
2. New York to Texas

Three Favorite beverages:
1. Anything with Soy
2. Juice boxes are pretty cool I guess
3. Venti Quad Shot Vanilla Latte

There you go, that's all you get. Happy MySpace day! Everyone go look at their MySpaces and laugh at how embarrassing they are. OKAY BYE.

StarBUckZ RanTz

Today is one of those rainy/depressing days where you go to a Starbucks by a lake a sip and latte and sit in one of those huge awkward couch chairs in which you are too short to put your feet on the floor so they just dangle there like you're twelve. I'm also wearing a corduroy blazer which means that I'm forced to talk about intelligent things today. Buckle your seatbelt, dear readers.

Lately I've noticed one thing about our world in which we inhabit: we are all giant shit heads. I guess I lied when I said lately because it has been completely noticeable since the day that a prick 5-year-old stole my eraser in preschool and my teacher made me "share." In fact, based on scrutiny with 20 years of experience, I've found out that our whole world is filled with utter pricky-ness. Let me give you an example.

One of my favorite people in history (and of all time, really) is Lady Diana Spencer. She was beautiful, she was smart, she had grace, and she sincerely cared about everyone. Plus, she was in line to be the freaking QUEEN OF ENGLAND. What's not to love about her? That wasn't the reason why I loved her the most though. Just like everyone else in this stupid, God-forsaken planet, she was human. I've read a ton of books and biographies on her, mostly because I find her to be one of the most interesting and strong women that our world has ever known. I'm proud to be born in the same hospital room that she was born in, too. (true story, I have proof)

Besides being known as the People's Princess, she did share issues that every common woman in this world shares. She struggled with an unjust relationship, an eating disorder, addiction, and countless suicide attempts. But unlike a lot of those women, she was in the spotlight of the entire world, staring down at her whenever she made a single mistake. I can barely look my teacher in the eye after I get a failing grade on a homework assignment. The strength that she possessed was like nothing that anyone could ever imagine.

Even though she struggled with a ton of issues, the people of our world wouldn't leave her the hell alone. She was forced everyday to literally run down the streets of London, surrounded by body guards, knowing that thousands of people wanted the chance to kill her with as many bullets as they could possibly acquire in the allotted time. Luckily for those bastards, Princess Di was eventually killed in an auto crash while trying to get away from the paparazzi chasing her with cameras.

I was 7 when the car crashed and I remember being so very devastated. Being a British gal with a Brit father, I grew up with strong admiration for her. However, I do understand that this was investigated and eventually became known as an accident. There are thousands of speculations claiming that the driver was drunk, it was murder, it was an unknown controversy, whatever, whatever, blah blah blah. The point is, Princess Diana died an awful, hideous, death. One that came as a shock of all of England.

Now, this situation is upsetting. It get's me furious, trust me. But it's not what gets me the most upset. What gets me so furious is how the world reacted to it. When I searched google for "Diana Pictures," the first thing that came up was, "Princess Diana Death Pictures." This just..... kills me. Utterly kills me. This strong woman being murdered by paparazzi, and then broadcasted by those heartless wankers that only seek money and fame, who don't even care that they just destroyed the life of one of the most amazing women our world, our planet, our freaking universe has ever known. HOW DARE YOU PEOPLE. I am so disgusted and hurt and it's something that I can't think about for too long before I feel like puking and shooting everyone in this Starbucks. I won't, but I just feel like it.

Another situation that bothers me was the shooting of Teddy Roosevelt. John Shrank shot him right through the flesh of Roosevelt's heart over a POLITICAL INDIFFERENCE. Roosevelt still gave a speech with a bullet lodged into his body. Regretfully for Shrank, "it takes more than one bullet to kill a bull mouse."

There have been countless other murders, shootings, and injured leaders, all because of our stupid and hideous nation. Don't get me started on Grace Kelly. Right now, all I want to do is hug Princess Diana and tell her that I am so sorry for being associated with the human race. That's all. I'm going to go back to drinking my coffee and snapping my fingers to the improvisational jazz that Starbucks is playing a little too loud over their treble-induced speakers. Be glad I'm not a history major, folks. I would probably turn into a feminist or a civil rights activist. Arrivaderchi.

When microwaves attack...

Okay so. Last week I started a blog by saying that nothing of consequence has happened to me, and therefore I have nothing to write about. Well now it's kind of the opposite, considering the fact that I have tons to write about but no time to actually do the physical sit down and write about it part. SO with that being said, you should not blame me for not being able to write. Not that you would anyway.

SO WHERE TO START. I moved into my new place? It's very stressful to think about. Now I have to pay rent and utilities and buy toilet paper and trash bags and lysol wipes and light bulbs and it's all so frightening. Folks, don't get me wrong though, I love being out on my own. I CAN EVEN GET MY OWN PET it's awesome. It's just a little bit stressful, ya know? I think I would feel more at home if we actually had WiFi but the stupid lady at the leasing office refuses to validate our password, no matter how many times I stop in and remind her because she's too lazy. SO now I'm sitting in my school's union in order to just have a little bit of computer time, regardless of the fact that school ended on Thursday. No one has ever been so dedicated but me.

Oh yeah, I could tell you this really weird/kind of (a lot) frightening story that happened to me yesterday. QUEEZY READERS PLEASE STOP READING NOW. INSTEAD WATCH THIS VIDEO OF A CUTE KITTEN IN A BOX. If you're still reading.... hi. Okay, moving on. Yesterday Mary and I were down in Highlands Ranch (my hometown) picking up a couch for the living room and a couple other things. WELL, I was looking in the basement for other things that I might need, and my eyes came across this microwave. I realized that we didn't have one at the apartment so I unplugged it (YES, THE DAMNED THING WAS PLUGGED IN FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG, DOWN IN A HUMID BASEMENT) and grabbed it to carry up to the trunk. Well, I grabbed it to where the door was facing down and the bottom of the microwave was resting on my stomach. I made it all the way upstairs and out to the trunk and then all of the sudden I started to feel something really weird in my body/stomach region, something I've never felt before... it was freaking me out so I set the microwave on the ground. I got this overwhelming light-headed feeling, and then I just started puking everywhere all over my driveway (I told you, queezy readers). It was so weird and scary. My neighbor was outside gardening and he freaked out but I told him I was fine and just hosed our driveway down. Now the skin on my stomach is kind of yellow-ish and weird feeling. I'm not really sure if I should see a doctor or not. SO YOU GUYS. Never touch a microwave on the bottom when it has been plugged in. I looked stuff up online and found a couple of sites that just explain the exact same thing that happened to me. I now have a phobia of microwaves.

ALRIGHT so the moral of this blog was... I don't really know. Life is good, bye.

Incessant Rants.

Today is the day that I really have nothing of consequence to talk about. I wish this was a two-sided conversation because then you could actually give me a topic to discuss, rather than listen to me talk about how awesome it was to meet Sarah Palin yesterday. Or about how I had an awkward one-on-one conversation with one of my professors, concerning his dating life. Both of those situations are regrettably factual.

I've got roughly 48 hours until I get the key to my new (not really new) apartment. We are moving to this place that my best friend Mary likes to call the "crack shacks" which doesn't really rest easy on my weary soul.... Surprisingly though, I've never been so excited about anything. The place is cheap and moving everything is going to be a huge hassle, but it's my first place that I'm paying for. My parent's names are not listed anywhere on the leasing agreement. THAT'S A HUGE STEP, EH???? I'mAnAdultI'mAnAdultI'mAnAdult. It sounds weird when you say that really fast. No more smelly dorms, no more campus rules, no more bunk beds (even though bunk bed forts are the coolest). I'll miss being walking distance from classes and having all of my closest friends right next door, but this is all worth it. PLUS now all I have to do is convince Mary to let me get a little kitten....

This is kind of weird to describe, but whenever I'm stuck in my college mundane life, my thoughts and thinking process becomes almost mundane as well. You get heavily into your routine that you never stop to take a break and really see that You Are Living Your Life. If all you do is finish your homework, go to work at your scheduled time, go to bed so you'll have the correct amount of hours, eat this type of food, say this type of thing, read these types of books... well WHAT THE HELL. That's not living at all. As soon as Mary and I left campus to look for apartments, it struck me like a school bus hitting Regina George. THIS IS MY FREAKING LIFE AND LOOK WHAT I'M DOING WITH IT. I don't want to have a mundane life filled with equally mundane thoughts. It makes me feel like vomiting repetitively. I promise I won't, it just makes me feel like it.

SO in order to correct this poorly-lived lifestyle, I have come up with a list of things, or life ambitions if you will. I don't guarantee that I will follow all of them, but I sure as heck will try. And if you're cool and still reading this, you should try some of these too. It would bring lack-luster pleasure to my mundane soul.

Relationships 101 (just kidding...)

I was watching TV the other day, and this episode of Law and Order SVU came on. Now, I don't normally watch this show because it's just way too over my head. I'd have better luck watching CSPAN than that show. Not to mention the fact that the characters are too annoying and the theme song sounds like it was made in the 80's. Or on garage band. ANYWAY the point is, the show came on.

One of the guys with the black hair (if you actually watch this show, I have no idea what the characters names are. So CTFO and bare with me) was trying to calm this woman down. As this woman is just freaking out about how her daughter was lost or stolen or something, she goes, "My ex boyfriend would be able to help, he knows her better than anyone. But we can't talk to each other because we broke up last week."

Okay now HOLD ON JUST ONE FLYING SECOND. Why can't you talk to your ex boyfriend?! Is there some type of language barrier in which you (obviously) speak English and he only knows various types of Medieval Latin? Because in my eyes, that is the only logical reason as to why you shouldn't be able to talk to your EX BOYFRIEND, Ms. Fictitious-character-on-a-stupid-show.

But come on. Seriously. In my opinion, I don't see how you could spend so much time devoted to your "other half" and then just decide all of the sudden that you can't speak to each other because you broke up last week. Way too many times have I heard about this situation (not to mention the fact that I have been in this situation as well) and just didn't understand the severity of their actions. Maybe this is just showing off my fact that I don't have an abundance of replaceable/recyclable people in my life, but it just doesn't make sense to me. SEND YOUR EXES FUNNY TEXTS. WRITE ON THEIR FACEBOOK WALL. This isn't flipping middle school anymore. jfakoweiaflkf. Okay. I'm calm.

I'm not trying to say that you should pop over to your exe's house every tuesday to have Starbucks Sumatra blended coffee and watch Golden Girls reruns. And I'm definitely not saying that you should ever keep in touch with an ex gf/bf if they ever abused you, either physically or mentally. All I'm saying is, don't cause drama that doesn't exist. Just because you are not in a relationship with that person, does that mean you still have to wipe them clean from your life forever? TELL ME IF I'M WRONG, FOLKS.

Signs (not the cheesy Mel Gibson movie)

I've got an overwhelmingly large amount of things to do today (all of which may include copious amounts of procrastination), but writing a blog about aliens seems like a better idea.

Okay now WAIT. I know what you're thinking, and I guarantee it's something along the lines of, "Aliens?? WTF! Aliens are weird/don't exist, I'm done reading this shizz. I'm clicking back over to my Hulu tab of Glee where Rachel decides she wants to get a nose job and then New Directions sing a catchy Lady Gaga song in order to change her mind." And dudes, I fully support that. BUT, when they're showing the annoying 2 minute commercial break ads, switch back over and read this.

Okay, in all seriousness folks, I don't know if I believe in aliens either, you know? I got this book at the library (yes, I go to the library) and it was about this middle-aged man who claims to have been abducted multiple times by aliens. I understand that kind of jumps the gun a bit into the, "I saw a glittery UFO over Walmart once!" to "I'm a psycho who needs medical attention." But it wasn't even him just claiming that he has been abducted throughout the book. He actually possesses documented proof of everything he claims. And even if all of these circumstances were faked, that's a lot of time/money/effort put into pointless gimmicks.

Okay, so back to this book. The guy's name is Stan Romanek. The majority of his connections with "Alien Life Forms" ranged from seeing UFO's in the skies, writing down highly scientific equations, and even going as far as capturing video footage of extraterrestrials peeping through his window. This is just a very brief amount of happenings that he encountered, all ranging up to close encounters of the fourth kind. I'm doing a really poor job of describing this bro's situation to you, so I think that you should just find his book at a library or at B&N and read it. Even if you don't believe everything he says (which you'd be a complete idiot for just believing everything you read), he does have a lot of scientific information and historical facts on the universe as well. Which is totes interesting too.

Now, what kind of creeps me out a little was the fact that this guy lives walking distance from my apartment. Here's a little bit of mapping for you.

Letter A is where I live, and letter B is where Stan Romanek had his first UFO sighting. Like AHHHHHjakfljawefje. It's so eerie and creepy and kind of mind boggling to me...

Okay. This rant has kind of turned into somewhat of a mini book review/freak out session. What I am trying to say is that it's kind of foolish to believe that we are the only civilization in the universe, much less our own galaxy. There's this equation called the Drake Equation (N=N*Fp*Ne*Fl*Fi*Fc*Fl)

which is used to determine the number of detectable ET civilizations in our galaxy. Once you've done all of the math, the answer comes out to be roughly 1,000 planets in just OUR galaxy that possess attributes similar to earth's atmosphere. Seriously Folks!! (AHHHHH) I guess what I'm trying to say is, is it really possible that out of the 100 billion stars in our universe, we are the only ones? THINK ABOUT IT, FOOLS.