Wow now I have two people who willingly subject themselves to reading my updated posts! Thanks Joan Crawford for being my second follower! Maybe one day I'll have enough followers to start a new religion or form a new nation...hmmmmmmmm. Possibilities....
I'm in a better mood today. Was actually productive and talked with Mum. She will support me no matter what I decide. Thanks Ma (Not that she actually reads my blog, but if I ever tell her about I want to be sure she gets thanked)!
Well as usual, I didn't plan anything in particular to blog about....do dee dum da do. But after the angsty-whiny-woe-is-me blog from yesterday, I wanted to give you something sunshiney and fun to read....
OH! I know!
This is a scene from a show I mentioned before, Doctor Who. It is the longest-running British sci fi show. It began in 1962, ran until the mid 80's, with a film made in 1996, and was brought back in 2005. Its the story of a Time Lord, the Doctor, who travels around time and space in his spaceship the TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space). The Doctor does not age, but regenerates. To date he has regenerated eleven times, each regeneration being played by a different actor with the Doctor having a new face and new personalty.
Anyways, the Fourth Doctor is my favorite of the classic Doctors (Docs 1-7 are classic, 9 starts the new Docs and 8 is just kind of...there). I found this clip ages ago and it still makes me laugh and sums up the Fourth Doctors humor rather well (Click-y click here! Duh!) Now don't go and make fun of the classic Who, yes its cheesy but its cute! The fantastic ammounts of 'camp' in the show are so funny now.
But the new series is what first sparked my interest in the show. Mostly cause of this guy. And youtube, the magical place where I found a random music video for the show....sigh. So long ago...Anyways, here's another video. I'm having fun posting all these links! The lady is Donna Noble, the guy in the brown suit is the Tenth Doctor. I'm gonna miss that guy. Ten recently regenerated into Eleven, but I don't want to post pics of that actor. I'm still not too sure how I'll like him....he has no eyebrows....his name is Matt Smith of you want to find him on your own.
So yeah, I really ought to get to my homework now. 'Heart of Darkness' is killing me. What is it about???
(Postman I hope that this will get you interested in the show, it really is worth checking out!)
Alright, so...yeah....that's it I suppose....
I don't wanna go
and read. But I should. Like now. POCKETS!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Aw boo
Today isn't going to be a funny giggling blog. Today I am upset and facing some uncertainties about my life and future. So rather then like, be constructive and talk about my emotions with someone in real life...I'm going to blog....all together now, can we say 'passive aggressive' and 'non-confrontational'? I'm hoping it will feel like how yelling into a pillow is supposed to feel....I don't yell into my pillows cause I think that's weird (plus I don't want to traumatize my pillows and have them smother me in my sleep).
So today I met with a transfer rep for the university I want to transfer into, and she pretty much made me feel like an idiot for not getting this done sooner. To explain, I'm in my second year-final semester!-at a two year community college Y and the goal has always been to transfer to university X before I even knew what I was going to community college Y for. In the second semester of my first year, my sign language teacher told me that I would make a good ASL interpreter, so I figured why not. So then the plan became: major in humanities or linguists or language of some sort, and take levels 3 and 4 of sign language at university X then...uhh get a job as an interpreter I suppose.
Only I find out now that life SUCKS. Yeah, the courses I've taken don't fit into ummm...anything. WAIT! There is one thing I might do well transferring my credits into!
An ENGLISH DEGREE!!!
...fml
Sorry if you yourself are an English Major, I have just never wanted that for myself.
You: 'So then why did you take so many English courses?'
Me: 'I don't know....cause English is easy for me.....ohhhh'
I mean come on, it's pretty much a useless degree. English majors only exist to make other English majors. Think about it.
So I've been pretty bummed like all day. But after the meeting with the mean dragon lady, I scurried off to the library to hit the interwebs and peruse the undergrad catalog for uni X. Turns out, there are NO programs that interest me enough, that fit with the classes I've taken, and that will get me a degree in two years. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR????? After clicking through the various degrees, I hopped on facebook and realized....
This might not be too bad. I was critiquing the grammar and spelling of peoples updates! OH MYGAWD I'm already THINKING like an English major! Drama Queen much? Oh I think SO!
I'm meeting with a transfer counselor on Wednesday, hopefully this person WON'T make me feel like an idiot :( I've been beating myself up all day for waiting for the last minute like I always do.
It all comes down to this: I'm scared. Really scared. What if I can't get in for the fall? What if I DO get in and then fail tremendously? What if I haven't taken the right courses and need to take summer classes? It's been a long day. I need junk food.
I mean, I do like English, but do I like it enough to slave through two more years of reading books I don't care to read? Of writing meandering and pointless papers? I want a degree, but is this the right choice for me?
But it's not all doom and gloom, the teacher I've had for Shakespeare and American Lit will be thrilled, he wanted me to be an English major. At least someone will be happy.
Just wish it could be me.
So today I met with a transfer rep for the university I want to transfer into, and she pretty much made me feel like an idiot for not getting this done sooner. To explain, I'm in my second year-final semester!-at a two year community college Y and the goal has always been to transfer to university X before I even knew what I was going to community college Y for. In the second semester of my first year, my sign language teacher told me that I would make a good ASL interpreter, so I figured why not. So then the plan became: major in humanities or linguists or language of some sort, and take levels 3 and 4 of sign language at university X then...uhh get a job as an interpreter I suppose.
Only I find out now that life SUCKS. Yeah, the courses I've taken don't fit into ummm...anything. WAIT! There is one thing I might do well transferring my credits into!
An ENGLISH DEGREE!!!
...fml
Sorry if you yourself are an English Major, I have just never wanted that for myself.
You: 'So then why did you take so many English courses?'
Me: 'I don't know....cause English is easy for me...
I mean come on, it's pretty much a useless degree. English majors only exist to make other English majors. Think about it.
So I've been pretty bummed like all day. But after the meeting with the mean dragon lady, I scurried off to the library to hit the interwebs and peruse the undergrad catalog for uni X. Turns out, there are NO programs that interest me enough, that fit with the classes I've taken, and that will get me a degree in two years. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR????? After clicking through the various degrees, I hopped on facebook and realized....
This might not be too bad. I was critiquing the grammar and spelling of peoples updates! OH MYGAWD I'm already THINKING like an English major! Drama Queen much? Oh I think SO!
I'm meeting with a transfer counselor on Wednesday, hopefully this person WON'T make me feel like an idiot :( I've been beating myself up all day for waiting for the last minute like I always do.
It all comes down to this: I'm scared. Really scared. What if I can't get in for the fall? What if I DO get in and then fail tremendously? What if I haven't taken the right courses and need to take summer classes? It's been a long day. I need junk food.
I mean, I do like English, but do I like it enough to slave through two more years of reading books I don't care to read? Of writing meandering and pointless papers? I want a degree, but is this the right choice for me?
But it's not all doom and gloom, the teacher I've had for Shakespeare and American Lit will be thrilled, he wanted me to be an English major. At least someone will be happy.
Just wish it could be me.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
It makes me so happy inside
I'm watching Doctor Who. I adore this show so much. The new show is fantastic and amazing, while the classic episodes from the 60s-70s are so campy and fun. My little fangirl heart goes insane with all the ships in it. That's always my favorite part of a TV show, the parings and couples. In the case of the Mentalist it's the only reason I watch the show.
Oh my lord the old guy just did karate. Epic Winnnn.
I've realized lately that I have a thing for literary bad boys. Draco Malfoy (I think of him as totally diffrent from how J K wrote him), Severus Snape (Eh, only kinda), Jareth the Goblin King(Oh my GOD those pantsss), Rhett Butler(Yummy southern accent is yummy), Han Solo (Not exactly a bad boy, I know), and The Phantom of the Opera (Read the book. He's not a misunderstood genius, he is legit insane). I do love the heros too, but there is just something about he rogue or villain that I find so sexy ;)
But for real guys, I like them sweet, decent, nice, able to get along with my family, and trustworthy. Uh yeah pretty much all the things my ex wasn't. Ohhhh past me, you were so daft. But you learned. If the guy misses his XBOX more then ME....yeeeahhhh, its not GOOD. Sorry, since Valentines day just passed, all the annoyance and disillusionment is resurfacing
Why am I blogging tonight again? I forgot. The TV is on and I got distracted my the moving pictures. I am very easily distracted. Sometimes I forget that actors have real names other then just characters names. But then I remember that actors aren't people, they are all cyborgs. Or cylons. Or Nazizombiemonkeys.
I am one crazy chick. Tra la la la. But my cute covers up my crazy! Thank God for that! ;D
Oh my lord the old guy just did karate. Epic Winnnn.
I've realized lately that I have a thing for literary bad boys. Draco Malfoy (I think of him as totally diffrent from how J K wrote him), Severus Snape (Eh, only kinda), Jareth the Goblin King(Oh my GOD those pantsss), Rhett Butler(Yummy southern accent is yummy), Han Solo (Not exactly a bad boy, I know), and The Phantom of the Opera (Read the book. He's not a misunderstood genius, he is legit insane). I do love the heros too, but there is just something about he rogue or villain that I find so sexy ;)
But for real guys, I like them sweet, decent, nice, able to get along with my family, and trustworthy. Uh yeah pretty much all the things my ex wasn't. Ohhhh past me, you were so daft. But you learned. If the guy misses his XBOX more then ME....yeeeahhhh, its not GOOD. Sorry, since Valentines day just passed, all the annoyance and disillusionment is resurfacing
Why am I blogging tonight again? I forgot. The TV is on and I got distracted my the moving pictures. I am very easily distracted. Sometimes I forget that actors have real names other then just characters names. But then I remember that actors aren't people, they are all cyborgs. Or cylons. Or Nazizombiemonkeys.
I am one crazy chick. Tra la la la. But my cute covers up my crazy! Thank God for that! ;D
Monday, February 15, 2010
I am ASTOUNDED! Absolutely ASTOUNDED!
I have a follower! My first ever! Thanks Postman! I'm probably more excited about this then most people would be, but when I saw the notification that I had a 'follower', I thought it was warning me that I had a stalker. Then I was concerned that a website was more aware of whats going on in my own life then I am. So you can imagine my relief when I realized what it meant to have a follower. Insert sigh of relief.
Sighh :)
Well I feel better.
So....hmmmm. Well I suppose now that I know someone is reading this, I will tell you a bit about my(awesome)self.
Narcissistic blogger narcissisticly blogs about her/his/its self.
Ok to start, I'm in college. I'm finishing up my second year, thought most people my age are in their 3rd or even 4th years, but I took a year off. Long story, involves weddings (not mine, never gotten anywhere near that), travel, and craziness. I'm only going for my bachelors, school doesn't interest me enough to stay and pay for any more after the four years for a bachelors. Ick.
However, if there was a grad school program at Hogwarts, I would totally transfer THERE! Huge Harry Potter fan! I'm trying to talk some friends into going to the Harry Potter theme park after we graduate.
I have never been to Disney Land/World. Meh. One day I'll get there...after Harry Potter of course. The Mouse ain't going anywhere.
The more a person tells me I'll like something, the less likely it is that I truly will like whatever is being shoved down my throat. My ex tried to get me to try stuff...haha, note the use of the word EX. What a moron. But the same goes for movies (yet I cant trust if netflix says I'll like something or not), books, music, and food. I hate having a movie built up incredibly, since it can never be as good as you SWEAR it is. Books are tricky, I like to read....but it's hard to explain what I like to read. And I like SONGS. Not artists or genres. SONGS. So shut up I will not like that band. Now this can be bad, since my best friend is setting me up with someone, we'll meet in a few weeks (I'll let you know how it goes). How can I get excited without setting myself up for disappointment?! Dating is compacted.
I got a new iPod today. My sibling got an iTouch and didn't need his old nano, so now I have 2 nanos (the one I got today and the other one he sold to me last summer). One is rectangular. The other is square. Gadgets are cool. They confuse me to no end, but they're ok.
My worst fear, I believe, is well chosen. I hate monkeys with the burning hot passion of a thousand suns, and I hate Nazis and zombies just as much. So my worst fear....is Nazizombiemonkeys. Stop laughing I'm serious! But really...think about it. Why be afraid of something real? Spiders, darkness, death, sharks...yeah whatever, not scary. But Nazizombiemonkeys are an abhorrence.
Uhhhh what else would be interesting....
I can knit. I can knit in the dark. I can knit in the dark with my eyes closed. Taught myself that once when we had a week-long power outage and there was nothing else to do. Trust me, not fun.
I find cleaning very relaxing, but you could never tell that from the state of my bedroom. Ma will ask me to vacuum the house SO I put my iPod on, and just chill. Cleaning is my mini-exercise to break up the hours during the week when I'm not blogging or planning (haha...plan...) what to blog.
So I feel like I just came across as really boring.
And that's accurate. I'm a pretty dull person. One of the quirkiest people you'll meet, but dull. Alas.
I do not look like a penguin.
I also do not look like this.
This is a Pokemon.
I look vaguely more human-ish most of the time.
Well I feel better.
So....hmmmm. Well I suppose now that I know someone is reading this, I will tell you a bit about my(awesome)self.
Narcissistic blogger narcissisticly blogs about her/his/its self.
Ok to start, I'm in college. I'm finishing up my second year, thought most people my age are in their 3rd or even 4th years, but I took a year off. Long story, involves weddings (not mine, never gotten anywhere near that), travel, and craziness. I'm only going for my bachelors, school doesn't interest me enough to stay and pay for any more after the four years for a bachelors. Ick.
However, if there was a grad school program at Hogwarts, I would totally transfer THERE! Huge Harry Potter fan! I'm trying to talk some friends into going to the Harry Potter theme park after we graduate.
I have never been to Disney Land/World. Meh. One day I'll get there...after Harry Potter of course. The Mouse ain't going anywhere.
The more a person tells me I'll like something, the less likely it is that I truly will like whatever is being shoved down my throat. My ex tried to get me to try stuff...haha, note the use of the word EX. What a moron. But the same goes for movies (yet I cant trust if netflix says I'll like something or not), books, music, and food. I hate having a movie built up incredibly, since it can never be as good as you SWEAR it is. Books are tricky, I like to read....but it's hard to explain what I like to read. And I like SONGS. Not artists or genres. SONGS. So shut up I will not like that band. Now this can be bad, since my best friend is setting me up with someone, we'll meet in a few weeks (I'll let you know how it goes). How can I get excited without setting myself up for disappointment?! Dating is compacted.
I got a new iPod today. My sibling got an iTouch and didn't need his old nano, so now I have 2 nanos (the one I got today and the other one he sold to me last summer). One is rectangular. The other is square. Gadgets are cool. They confuse me to no end, but they're ok.
My worst fear, I believe, is well chosen. I hate monkeys with the burning hot passion of a thousand suns, and I hate Nazis and zombies just as much. So my worst fear....is Nazizombiemonkeys. Stop laughing I'm serious! But really...think about it. Why be afraid of something real? Spiders, darkness, death, sharks...yeah whatever, not scary. But Nazizombiemonkeys are an abhorrence.
Uhhhh what else would be interesting....
I can knit. I can knit in the dark. I can knit in the dark with my eyes closed. Taught myself that once when we had a week-long power outage and there was nothing else to do. Trust me, not fun.
I find cleaning very relaxing, but you could never tell that from the state of my bedroom. Ma will ask me to vacuum the house SO I put my iPod on, and just chill. Cleaning is my mini-exercise to break up the hours during the week when I'm not blogging or planning (haha...plan...) what to blog.
So I feel like I just came across as really boring.
And that's accurate. I'm a pretty dull person. One of the quirkiest people you'll meet, but dull. Alas.
I do not look like a penguin.
I also do not look like this.
This is a Pokemon.
I look vaguely more human-ish most of the time.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Things that I'm good at
Whelp, I'm back for another blog of whatever. I don't really plan these out, it's more like I don't want to do something, so I just come here and let my mind wander and fingers type. I should do actual work....nah.
I was watching TV tonight-TV is one of my favorite inventions by he way, along with the spinny microwave which made re-heating food a dizzying good time-and doing some laundry. One load had been successfully washed and moved into the dryer, but it wasn't until I heard the dryer stop that I knew something was wrong....very wrong. You see, when I moved the first load of laundry I loaded the next load in the washer, but before I could remember what came after putting in the clothes I got bored. That happens a lot with me. I went back to my show, entirely forgetting to turn on the %#$$^ !@^%( machine. Sigh. There is a reason I still live at home.
So while I wait for the cycle to complete I thought I'd post another rambling nonsensical blog for you to read and enjoy. Or maybe you don't enjoy this, how should I know? One of my friends reads this, and unless said friend is a really good liar, my blog is off to a good start. Thanks friend, I hope you are as honest as I assume you to be!
Oh and I'm sure you were...well....not wondering...but I'm listening to David Bowie. Awesome stuff. I have eccentric taste in books/TV shows/movies/music, generally I will listen to anything. I might not like it, but I try to approach new genres with an open mind.
*IS THERE LIFE ON MAAARSSSS??*
Sorry for that, sometimes I forget I can't sing.
Ahem.
I learned something very disturbing today. There is a kind of parasite that burrows into ants brains, and eats away at them until there is no brain left. The ant stays living-albeit erratically-as a kind or 'zombie ant'. We all know whats this means. The zombie apocalypse is coming. May God have mercy on our souls.
Might blog again tomorrow. The 'plan' is to blog on Tuesdays (my day 'off') but we'll see how that goes. Alright, thanks for reading....that was a very awkward sentence. I hope to never write it again....
Oh and I'm good at procrastinating, hence the title. Just want to clarify....
I was watching TV tonight-TV is one of my favorite inventions by he way, along with the spinny microwave which made re-heating food a dizzying good time-and doing some laundry. One load had been successfully washed and moved into the dryer, but it wasn't until I heard the dryer stop that I knew something was wrong....very wrong. You see, when I moved the first load of laundry I loaded the next load in the washer, but before I could remember what came after putting in the clothes I got bored. That happens a lot with me. I went back to my show, entirely forgetting to turn on the %#$$^ !@^%( machine. Sigh. There is a reason I still live at home.
So while I wait for the cycle to complete I thought I'd post another rambling nonsensical blog for you to read and enjoy. Or maybe you don't enjoy this, how should I know? One of my friends reads this, and unless said friend is a really good liar, my blog is off to a good start. Thanks friend, I hope you are as honest as I assume you to be!
Oh and I'm sure you were...well....not wondering...but I'm listening to David Bowie. Awesome stuff. I have eccentric taste in books/TV shows/movies/music, generally I will listen to anything. I might not like it, but I try to approach new genres with an open mind.
*IS THERE LIFE ON MAAARSSSS??*
Sorry for that, sometimes I forget I can't sing.
Ahem.
I learned something very disturbing today. There is a kind of parasite that burrows into ants brains, and eats away at them until there is no brain left. The ant stays living-albeit erratically-as a kind or 'zombie ant'. We all know whats this means. The zombie apocalypse is coming. May God have mercy on our souls.
Might blog again tomorrow. The 'plan' is to blog on Tuesdays (my day 'off') but we'll see how that goes. Alright, thanks for reading....that was a very awkward sentence. I hope to never write it again....
Oh and I'm good at procrastinating, hence the title. Just want to clarify....
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Just To Clarify Things
Contrary to what my profile picture shows, I am not a penguin. Penguins have very limited internet access, and their flippers and feet generally make it hard for them to type or operate electronics. Poor penguins.
I just chose a penguin to add a sense of ambiguity (Warning, I will use big words like that rather frequently) to my blog. I won't reveal my name or gender at least until I get enough followers to make me cave into peer pressure. Shouldn't take too long. But until that happens, feel free to guess! An imaginary penguin goes to anyone who gets it right!
I also list my occupation as 'ninja'. That too is false, but that's only because my real job is wicked boring, so it sounds exciting to say I'm a ninja. But I'm not so don't ask me to kill anyone for you. Not gonna happen.
So....I guess that's it. Hope you liked this brief intro blog, and that you keep coming back. Not really too sure what I'm going to blog about....it's difficult to blog when your life is crazy dull. But I'm gonna try....
Before I go, the penguin in my profile picture is a Little Blue penguin, found in New Zeland. It is the smallest penguin and is both little AND blue(ish)!
I just chose a penguin to add a sense of ambiguity (Warning, I will use big words like that rather frequently) to my blog. I won't reveal my name or gender at least until I get enough followers to make me cave into peer pressure. Shouldn't take too long. But until that happens, feel free to guess! An imaginary penguin goes to anyone who gets it right!
I also list my occupation as 'ninja'. That too is false, but that's only because my real job is wicked boring, so it sounds exciting to say I'm a ninja. But I'm not so don't ask me to kill anyone for you. Not gonna happen.
So....I guess that's it. Hope you liked this brief intro blog, and that you keep coming back. Not really too sure what I'm going to blog about....it's difficult to blog when your life is crazy dull. But I'm gonna try....
Before I go, the penguin in my profile picture is a Little Blue penguin, found in New Zeland. It is the smallest penguin and is both little AND blue(ish)!
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