Um... that turned out... uhhhh. Rage. Okay. That was a lot funnier in my head. I swear.
Anyway... that was my summer, give or take a few minor details. Getting out of that situation was a bit trickier than getting into it... but you know how it is. Give the Zombie Reaper Overlord a few hundred Lucky Charm marshmallows and he'll help you out of any pickle.
Sometimes stuff happens in life that you can never see coming. Everything you thought your day, your week, your summer was going to be ends up completely different. It may be disastrous.. or it could be absolutely amazing. I guess in my case you could say it was a bit of both.
Also, just so you know, I fully expect to be addressed as GFISH, KNIGHT OF POSEIDON'S FISHY KINGDOM from now on.
If I added up all of my major essays, I'd say there were a little over twenty. AND NOW THEY ARE NO MORE.
Needless to say, I am relieved. Now I can focus on watching more movies and doing more arts and crafts.
I actually learned a lot about myself through applying to colleges. Well... actually that's not true. I learned a lot about what I wish I were like. You really have to show these colleges your good side... and writing about my "good" side really made me wish all my sides were like my good side.
How I Made Myself Seem To Colleges:
Reality:
Pretty much to all the colleges I applied to, this is what I look like on a day to day basis:
I made cookies with the most awesome person in the world yesterday.
Haters Gunna Hate
I ate the face first... because I'd hate for his brain to still be in tact while I severed his tail. Might as well take away the pain before eating the rest of him.
I don't really have much more to say about this experience, other than the cookies were delicious. And I drank from a cookie monster mug while eating these... because... I mean who wouldn't drink from a cookie monster mug while eating cookies if they had one?
Kill me now. Please. No. Wait. Just kill my nose. Take a giant meat cleaver and chop it right off. I swear to God I'll be less uncomfortable than I am now, because I have reached the epitome of discomfort.
It's times like these that make me glad I have the internet to hide behind. Or rather, have the internet to protect you from my congested ugliness. Be glad you cannot see me right now, because... well because I look a bit like this:
This is what allergens do to me. They horrendously disfigure my face and motivation to do anything. I hope that when you look at this picture, you will understand the shortness of my post. It is because I am miserable... and I would rather not slather my wretched feelings all over this blog. So... once I feel less like a pile of reindeer droppings and more like a human being with a working nose... I shall write something more entertaining.
Just to stress how hateful I am of the outdoors and its allergy-causing-ness... I can't taste anything. But most importantly, I can't taste oreos. They have taken my comfort food away, and I am sad.
This post is brought to you by yet another family guy clip. This one had me laughing for a solid three minutes. The laughter was followed by sporadic chuckling and random smiling throughout the day, which no doubt confused many people sitting nearby who had not had the same comedic experience. Don't you just love those moments, when you are sitting next to someone you barely know and suddenly remember something hilarious, and that little creeper smile just slides on to your face and makes you feel like an idiot, but you can't stop? I make so many friends that way... but not really. Enjoy:
After watching this for the twenty-third time I still find it hilarious, partly because it is just so true. Well, I mean not completely true in the literal sense that girls actually jump out of windows for stupid reasons, but in the general, yeah they get super upset for odd reasons sense. If that is a sense. IM GOING TO MAKE IT ONE.
Ahem. Despite the fact that I'm not a guy, I feel like I can sympathize with them. I mean, I care about girl things, like looking presentable and crossing my legs when wearing a skirt, but I'm not girly. I don't revolve my entire life around a guy I like (just a large chunk of it) and I don't spend hours over-analyzing a small encounter (just about twenty minutes).
I guess sometimes guys don't really realize what they are saying can be taken in about a thousand and two different ways, but it's not really their fault... most of the time. Truthfully I think guys are just as lost as us girls in the world of romance, they are just expected to magically know everything. Sure, I wish they did magically know everything they needed to, but that's just not how it is, and I get that. I mean, I wouldn't want a bunch of fish coming up to me telling me to hold my breath for two hours because I should know how since I'm technically supposed to be a goldfish. I'd probably have to practice holding my breath for longer and longer each day until finally my lungs just failed and died.
Yes I'm extremely lazy. Don't judge me.
Now I realize that metaphor is stretching things a bit and probably doesn't even make sense, but guys are like me as a fish. They need guidance and practice, yet they'll still probably fail in the end. It's just up to the other fish in the sea to accept this as reality and be happy with a guy only holding his breath for an hour, which is still an incredible feat, even if it isn't magical.
I'm sorry ladies, not all guys can be magical. Not all guys can be the Old Spice Man. Because he is perfect.
He's three years younger than me, which makes him... A FRESHMAN! Oh, I miss those days. But not really.
Ever since I saw that episode of family guy where everybody shouts "FRESH MEAT" and beats up Chris, it's all I can ever think about when talking to, or about, freshmen. Here is the clip, for your viewing pleasure:
Ahem. So yeah. Nobody at my school actually does that, or beats up freshmen just for the hell of it... but it is just generally agreed upon that all freshman are lame and annoying. It doesn't matter who the kid is. If they are in ninth grade, then they are automatically not cool in the eyes of an upperclassman.
I feel like as a senior, I just have automatic rights to being more awesome than a freshman. I've survived three more years of high school and lived. Freshman have no right thinking that they're better than me until they've been through the treacherous jungles of hallway, and the classrooms of hell, and the same fire-breathing teachers as I have. No right, you hear me!
Anyway, I don't have anything against specific freshmen. In fact, I'm friends with quite a few incoming ninth graders, and I think they're all awesome. I'm just saying that as a class, freshmen fail. It's not their fault, of course. It's the fault of the louder, more obnoxious freshmen that speak for their class. It's the short, whiny freshmen who stomp around in "high fashion" and act cooler than they are that ruin the image of the entire bunch.
When you're a senior and obnoxious, it's allowed. This is our last year here, so if I see some guys running down the hallway with painted faces shouting random things and failing at indoor parkour, it's completely understandable. When an annoying freshmen decides he wants to stand out and look like a total douche, he's compared to the cooler, older and more respected douche, and thus is marked down as lame. Therefore he marks the freshmen population as lame as well.
Coming off of this tangent... I wrote this post because my brother recently discovered that I was writing a blog, and apparently, he disapproves. He thinks it's creepy letting people I don't know read about my life and thoughts. To this, I kind of have to laugh. Or chuckle. To be honest, I don't really care whether I know my readers or not. In my life, I want to reach out to as many people as I can. That's what life is about, isn't it? Making an impact? So what if the only impact I'm making right now is by writing about random things in my life. An impact is an impact, and I'm enjoying myself.
Blogging despite his disapproval is kind of fun on its own. I feel like I'm Juliet, and this blogging community is my Romeo- all about defying the rules of my family. I've openly told him that I don't give a crap that he thinks it's weird... so I guess it is a bit different... but that's okay. If my relationship with this blog paralleled exactly to the story of Romeo and Juliet, I think I'd have some bigger problems to worry about.
My dear followers, I have a confession to make. I have Loremipsumophobia. Yes, I know it sounds made up. It is made up. But what isn't a carefully constructed google latin translated word are the symptoms of Loremipsumophobia, which are VERY real.
Loremipsumophobia is the fear of video chatting, or "skyping."
I created this new phobia using a combination of the latin words for "computer" and "talk" plus "phobia," because believe it or not there are no words for "videochat" or "internet" in latin. Who knew.
Anyway, I figured I had to create some sort of illness to explain my weird fear of talking and seeing someone else's face through a computer screen. Is it weird that I want to curl into a ball at the mention of a "skype party?" Should I be concerned?
Truthfully I'm a little worried. It seems like everyone around me is skyping and chatting and living their lives through video and such, but... I don't know. I just keep shying away from video chat offers and invitations, instead choosing to chat through typing and making lame excuses. But I just can't understand what I don't like about video chatting.
I think it's the fact that you have to think of something to say. It's like, you call someone up on skype, and everyone is just like, oh hey, and then you go through the usual small talk... and then what? You sit. You comment on the room they're in. And then you leave, unsure of why you even called them in the first place. Sure, that's exactly what chatting someone on facebook is, but at least you don't have to completely focus on a person. I happen to do twenty things simultaneously as I chat people. Like now. I'm chatting a friend, blogging, looking up interesting phobias (did you know that Dinophobia is the fear of dizziness of whirlpools), eating cookies, aplplying my fifth layer of itch-X, itching, watching It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia online, listening to music, reading JRose's blarg, blowing my nose, dreaming of becoming a magician, petting my cat, brushing cat hair off of my belongings, clicking a pen, talking on the phone, yelling at my brother, counting my freckles, reading Song of Solomon, trying to draw a unicorn on paint, typing in different words on google translate, and ordering more virtual gang robes for my most recent followers. IF THAT ISN'T MULTI-TASKING THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.
Anyway. When I video-chat I can't really multi-task, so maybe I'm afraid that I'll loose that precious time that I could have been spending doing all of those twenty things.
Now, I'm not "anti-social" or anything, in case you decided to judge me based off of my Loremipsumophobia. Hell, I love talking to people. People are interesting. But if I'm going to have an actual conversation with someone face to face, I want to be in the same room as them. That way when I'm talking I know that I'm not completely distracted, they're not distracted (hopefully), and they don't secretly want to be doing something else on the vast expanse of the internet. Okay, so yeah somebody could secretly want to not talk to me while standing right in front of me, but... yeah. I don't really have an argument for that one.
Loremipsumophobia is something that should be taken very seriously. I'm currently attempting to get over this condition, but it's difficult. I think I'll just take baby steps for right now.
Well, um... for your enjoyment I've included a bit of my multi-tasking creation. I think I may go back and add pictures to a lot of my posts if I have time. Pictures make things more fun, and my favorite blogs all have pictures in them to make me actually want to read them... we'll see how drawing with paint/gimp works out.
