I found this somewhere, thought it was the funniest thing. Worth a blog all to itself.
Haha a million pairs of glasses! YES!!!!!!!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I fell for the worst prank ever
So last night, I got this call from my good friend Wenz. It was strange because she's not even allowed to call me at all after about 9 o'clock. She sounded really sad and tired. I asked her what the matter was and she said that our friend Chlo called her up and told her that she thought she was prettier than Wenz. I told Wenz that it was okey because everyone is pretty in their own special way, but that didn't seem to satisfy her.
Then she told me that she thought that Chlo had a crush on Jer. This is weird because everyone knows that Jer has and always will like Hale, but I didn't say anything about that. We talked a bit about how strange a couple they would make. Then Wenz told me that she didn't even want to see Chlo again, just talk to her on the phone. I told Wenz she should hold on to Chlo, because they're such good friends to each other. I suggested that perhaps Chlo was just going through a jerk phase. She was, after all, almost 14.
Then I heard hysterical laughing on the other line. I sat there in silence, because I wasn't sure if Wenz was laughing or if she was crying, or if that was even her! After things quieted down, I asked her who was laughing, and she said Chlo! They had called me to see what I really thought about Chlo. I was so embarresed. I jokingly called Chlo a jerk, and my face turned red. I told them both that they were mean.
I can't believe I fell for it.
Then she told me that she thought that Chlo had a crush on Jer. This is weird because everyone knows that Jer has and always will like Hale, but I didn't say anything about that. We talked a bit about how strange a couple they would make. Then Wenz told me that she didn't even want to see Chlo again, just talk to her on the phone. I told Wenz she should hold on to Chlo, because they're such good friends to each other. I suggested that perhaps Chlo was just going through a jerk phase. She was, after all, almost 14.
Then I heard hysterical laughing on the other line. I sat there in silence, because I wasn't sure if Wenz was laughing or if she was crying, or if that was even her! After things quieted down, I asked her who was laughing, and she said Chlo! They had called me to see what I really thought about Chlo. I was so embarresed. I jokingly called Chlo a jerk, and my face turned red. I told them both that they were mean.
I can't believe I fell for it.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Skillet
I just realized that I have yet to blog about Skillet!!!!
What kind of a Panhead am I? I don't deserve the name Sckpanhead. I've even added "Panhead" to all my paper and computer dictionaries, because apparently some people don't believe such a word exists. Well, it does, and I am a proud member of this group of people. What are we? We are Skillet fans. We are one.
Anyway, so Skillet is the awesome-ist band ever. I first heard of them back in 2004, when their album Collide had just come out. My dad had burned "Savior" onto one of his CDs we listened to in the family car. I remembered thinking that they were Lifehouse. When I asked my dad who they were, he couldn't remember. I loved the song, but I don't think this counts as being a Panhead yet.
Two years later, my dad did the same thing with a song off their new album, Comatose. The song was "Rebirthing", and we listened to it full blast a few times while driving around the neighborhood looking at Christmas lights. Everyone loved the song, especially me. I asked my dad again who this awesome band was, and I'll never forget what he told me. He said, "I don't know, Skillet or some weird name like that". "Well dad, burn me a CD with songs from this weird band" I said. And that was the beginning of my obsession. My dad burned me that CD, with songs from every Skillet CD there was besides the first one. I listened to that CD until it was fallign apart (yes, you can listen to a CD until it falls apart).
The first time I actually saw Skillet was a short time after this. My mom called me into the living room and told me that that band Skillet I always listen to was on TV. It was the Rebirthing video. I remember trying to figure out with my mom if the drummer was a girl or a boy, and that they were, in fact, weird.
It didn't take long for me to get used to Skillet. being home schooled, I wasn't frequently exposed to such coolness as Skillet very often, so it took some getting used to. Later I liked bands like Thousand Foot Krutch and tobyMac which, how do I word this, warmed me up to be cool, I guess. I always went back to Skillet though, no matter what band I liked at the time. Skillet was always number one.
On a more serious note, Skillet's songs have helped me get through a lot of hard things in my life. A lot of the songs seem to say exactly what I'm feeling. It's like John Cooper (lead singer, bass player, and writer for Skillet for all you non-Skillet people out there) was going through the same things I was. It still helps me a lot in my life now, even though I don't take the help as often as I should anymore. I don't know what's wrong with me, but i don't listen to Skillet as much as I used to. Sort of sad.
OK, now for the good stuff...SKILLET STUFF!!!! Let me tell you about the band in my own words. There is John Cooper, lead singer and bass player. He grew up in Tenessee, but currently lives in Wisconson with his wife and two kids. John is a nerd who likes toys, action figures, and 80's music. Korey Cooper is John's wife, and also plays keys and guitar in Skillet. She is the serious one, and ba;ances out John's crazy easy going attitude. Ben Kasica plays lead guitar. He is my personal favorite, mostly because he was home schooled like me. He grew up, and I believe still lives, in ST Louis. He likes coffee. Jen ledger plays drums. She's from England, and used to have an accent, although she's lost most of it. She is a typical 20 year old rocker chick, with awesome clothes and awesome hair to match.
OK, this blog could go on forever, but like I thought it would it's already gotten out of hand. Let's just stop right here, and I can send you to some sites or something. Here you go...
www.skillet.com
www.myspace.com/skilletmusic
www.theskilletsizzle.com
And of course, a picture of Skillet, just in case you see them on the street by some strange coincidence. From left to right: Jen, Ben, John, Korey.
And one more of Ben...
What kind of a Panhead am I? I don't deserve the name Sckpanhead. I've even added "Panhead" to all my paper and computer dictionaries, because apparently some people don't believe such a word exists. Well, it does, and I am a proud member of this group of people. What are we? We are Skillet fans. We are one.
Anyway, so Skillet is the awesome-ist band ever. I first heard of them back in 2004, when their album Collide had just come out. My dad had burned "Savior" onto one of his CDs we listened to in the family car. I remembered thinking that they were Lifehouse. When I asked my dad who they were, he couldn't remember. I loved the song, but I don't think this counts as being a Panhead yet.
Two years later, my dad did the same thing with a song off their new album, Comatose. The song was "Rebirthing", and we listened to it full blast a few times while driving around the neighborhood looking at Christmas lights. Everyone loved the song, especially me. I asked my dad again who this awesome band was, and I'll never forget what he told me. He said, "I don't know, Skillet or some weird name like that". "Well dad, burn me a CD with songs from this weird band" I said. And that was the beginning of my obsession. My dad burned me that CD, with songs from every Skillet CD there was besides the first one. I listened to that CD until it was fallign apart (yes, you can listen to a CD until it falls apart).
The first time I actually saw Skillet was a short time after this. My mom called me into the living room and told me that that band Skillet I always listen to was on TV. It was the Rebirthing video. I remember trying to figure out with my mom if the drummer was a girl or a boy, and that they were, in fact, weird.
It didn't take long for me to get used to Skillet. being home schooled, I wasn't frequently exposed to such coolness as Skillet very often, so it took some getting used to. Later I liked bands like Thousand Foot Krutch and tobyMac which, how do I word this, warmed me up to be cool, I guess. I always went back to Skillet though, no matter what band I liked at the time. Skillet was always number one.
On a more serious note, Skillet's songs have helped me get through a lot of hard things in my life. A lot of the songs seem to say exactly what I'm feeling. It's like John Cooper (lead singer, bass player, and writer for Skillet for all you non-Skillet people out there) was going through the same things I was. It still helps me a lot in my life now, even though I don't take the help as often as I should anymore. I don't know what's wrong with me, but i don't listen to Skillet as much as I used to. Sort of sad.
OK, now for the good stuff...SKILLET STUFF!!!! Let me tell you about the band in my own words. There is John Cooper, lead singer and bass player. He grew up in Tenessee, but currently lives in Wisconson with his wife and two kids. John is a nerd who likes toys, action figures, and 80's music. Korey Cooper is John's wife, and also plays keys and guitar in Skillet. She is the serious one, and ba;ances out John's crazy easy going attitude. Ben Kasica plays lead guitar. He is my personal favorite, mostly because he was home schooled like me. He grew up, and I believe still lives, in ST Louis. He likes coffee. Jen ledger plays drums. She's from England, and used to have an accent, although she's lost most of it. She is a typical 20 year old rocker chick, with awesome clothes and awesome hair to match.
OK, this blog could go on forever, but like I thought it would it's already gotten out of hand. Let's just stop right here, and I can send you to some sites or something. Here you go...
www.skillet.com
www.myspace.com/skilletmusic
www.theskilletsizzle.com
And of course, a picture of Skillet, just in case you see them on the street by some strange coincidence. From left to right: Jen, Ben, John, Korey.
And one more of Ben...
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Genevieve
My little sister is the best.
She is soooooo adorable. I've never ever seen another baby that's as cute as she is. This might have something to do with the fact that I'm used to babies and don't notice them as much. But if there's this really cute baby in Wal-Mart or Lowe's or something I'll still be like, "Oh, that baby is so cute!" But not one has even come close to Genevieve.
She has these perfect eyes that make you melt. Crazy hair that would look horrible on anyone else but her. A nicely shaped body that you can't help but squeeze every time you walk past her. And the cu-t-est voice. It's sort of like mine, high pitched and nasally. All this perfect-ness helps her to get away with a lot of stuff though.
That's the only bad thing about her. She has one whopper of an attitude. She will demand things, and if you don't give it to her right away, she'll whine for it until you give her a spank or send her to her room. She also pesters her older brother Elijah. He used to get in trouble all the time for making her cry, until we found out that she was the one starting all these fights.
OK, I think she wants a word or two...
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Yes, um, anyway.
I love my sister a lot, I know that sounds overused and everything, but I really do. It doesn't matter how bad or good she acts, I will still love her the same, because God gave her to me to love and take care of.
She is soooooo adorable. I've never ever seen another baby that's as cute as she is. This might have something to do with the fact that I'm used to babies and don't notice them as much. But if there's this really cute baby in Wal-Mart or Lowe's or something I'll still be like, "Oh, that baby is so cute!" But not one has even come close to Genevieve.
She has these perfect eyes that make you melt. Crazy hair that would look horrible on anyone else but her. A nicely shaped body that you can't help but squeeze every time you walk past her. And the cu-t-est voice. It's sort of like mine, high pitched and nasally. All this perfect-ness helps her to get away with a lot of stuff though.
That's the only bad thing about her. She has one whopper of an attitude. She will demand things, and if you don't give it to her right away, she'll whine for it until you give her a spank or send her to her room. She also pesters her older brother Elijah. He used to get in trouble all the time for making her cry, until we found out that she was the one starting all these fights.
OK, I think she wants a word or two...
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Yes, um, anyway.
I love my sister a lot, I know that sounds overused and everything, but I really do. It doesn't matter how bad or good she acts, I will still love her the same, because God gave her to me to love and take care of.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Different is not that bad, right?
As years, decades, maybe even weeks go by, people are changing.
None of us are the same people we were last year, and we'll never be. I know people who don't understand change and how necessary it is to grow and remain effective in the world. Change happens. We can't do anything to stop that.
Take me, for example. Growing up, I was the classic nerd in glasses. I wanted to be smart. Anyone who was opposing to my ideas and creations was stupid and should be avoided as much a possible. Even when I was in school, nothing there affected me that much as far as my personality went. I was my own person and I did my own thing. When I got to be in my preteen years, the outside world started to place its mark on me. I was tired of being smart, because smart didn't fit in. I wanted to be normal.
Still, I did my own thing. I was a major tomboy, like short hair and baggy clothes tomboy. I shudder at the pictures of me because of how hard it was to tell if I was a boy or a girl. In my early teen years, I changed again. Still very much my own person, I started going to a youth group with other kids my age. They had their own ideas about things, but they still somehow fit in. I wanted to be like that. Long story short, this was the year I experienced my first heartbreak, my first best friends, my first click, what it's like to not be included in a click, and lots of drama. But over all, these things changed me the most so far, even to where I'm at now. Without these things, I might still be a tomboy with short hair and no friends.
It's been two years, and already I'm a completely different person. I'm quiteter now, closer to God and not as carefree as I once was. I learned how to be uniqe during the first part of this blog, and how to contrubute in the second part. Now I'm using this information to mature and move on with life. I'm seeing what's importaint and what's not.
All this could just be a nice little story of my life if it wasn't for the things in my life that don't change. You see, I change a lot. I could be a new person in a matter of weeks, with new goals and new ideas. But I have friends and other commitments that don't change this fast. It's not anyone's fault, but I struggle with the fact that I'm moving on and they're still stuck in the past. This is something that's been on my mind lately, how fast I move, how I'm leaving things behind.
This is mostly for my friends back home in Nevada. After my most recent visit, I noticed that something was wrong. It wasn't home anymore. these weren't my friends. That wasn't my church. It's all part of the past now, something God allowed me to have for a little while, but doesn't want me to have now. Now, I feel lost and trapped. I'm stuck in the middle of two different worlds. One is the one I'm in now, and the other is the one I was living.
It's painful to say this, but I don't belong anywhere anymore. I want so desperetly to go back home, but I don't belong there any longer. I hate the place I'm living now, but this is where my future lies.
I'm different yes. But I'm sick of people treating that like it's a bad thing. I have decided to move on. I still love my friends. What they taught me I will never forget. But I'm here now, and I'm a new person. Change is something they will have to deal with.
None of us are the same people we were last year, and we'll never be. I know people who don't understand change and how necessary it is to grow and remain effective in the world. Change happens. We can't do anything to stop that.
Take me, for example. Growing up, I was the classic nerd in glasses. I wanted to be smart. Anyone who was opposing to my ideas and creations was stupid and should be avoided as much a possible. Even when I was in school, nothing there affected me that much as far as my personality went. I was my own person and I did my own thing. When I got to be in my preteen years, the outside world started to place its mark on me. I was tired of being smart, because smart didn't fit in. I wanted to be normal.
Still, I did my own thing. I was a major tomboy, like short hair and baggy clothes tomboy. I shudder at the pictures of me because of how hard it was to tell if I was a boy or a girl. In my early teen years, I changed again. Still very much my own person, I started going to a youth group with other kids my age. They had their own ideas about things, but they still somehow fit in. I wanted to be like that. Long story short, this was the year I experienced my first heartbreak, my first best friends, my first click, what it's like to not be included in a click, and lots of drama. But over all, these things changed me the most so far, even to where I'm at now. Without these things, I might still be a tomboy with short hair and no friends.
It's been two years, and already I'm a completely different person. I'm quiteter now, closer to God and not as carefree as I once was. I learned how to be uniqe during the first part of this blog, and how to contrubute in the second part. Now I'm using this information to mature and move on with life. I'm seeing what's importaint and what's not.
All this could just be a nice little story of my life if it wasn't for the things in my life that don't change. You see, I change a lot. I could be a new person in a matter of weeks, with new goals and new ideas. But I have friends and other commitments that don't change this fast. It's not anyone's fault, but I struggle with the fact that I'm moving on and they're still stuck in the past. This is something that's been on my mind lately, how fast I move, how I'm leaving things behind.
This is mostly for my friends back home in Nevada. After my most recent visit, I noticed that something was wrong. It wasn't home anymore. these weren't my friends. That wasn't my church. It's all part of the past now, something God allowed me to have for a little while, but doesn't want me to have now. Now, I feel lost and trapped. I'm stuck in the middle of two different worlds. One is the one I'm in now, and the other is the one I was living.
It's painful to say this, but I don't belong anywhere anymore. I want so desperetly to go back home, but I don't belong there any longer. I hate the place I'm living now, but this is where my future lies.
I'm different yes. But I'm sick of people treating that like it's a bad thing. I have decided to move on. I still love my friends. What they taught me I will never forget. But I'm here now, and I'm a new person. Change is something they will have to deal with.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
American Idol: What it means to me
I used to hate American Idol until this season...
Then I realized how fun it was. There are so many different ways of looking at it, so many reasons why people vote or even watch. A lot of it just gets on my nerves though. For starters, the judges. From the beginning through Hollywood week, the judges are not only necessary, but entertaining. Sure they make some choices that we may not agree with, but what they do is completely out of our power, and therefore we should just deal with it and enjoy the show.
It's only after the people start voting that I fail to see the purpose of the judges at all. At this point in the show, we have the power to decide who did good, who we like, and ultimately, who stays and who goes. To me, all the judges do is discourage the contestants. I can not believe how many times I've watched a really bad performance and had to listen to the judges rave about it! Are they even watching the same performance? I won't go too heavily into how I feel about the judges individually, but I do want to say something about Ellen. She's weird, and entirely un-biblical, but that aside, what does she know about good singing? She hosts a talk show. She doesn't write music, sing, or even play an instrument. I'm not bashing Ellen though. I think she's funny and she adds a lot to the show.
Moving on to the contestants. For the most part, I think people really care about who can sing and who can't. I love learning more about the contestants and their personal lives, but if you really think about it, these can be a distraction in your voting. Would you vote for the contestant who struggles to make ends meet, or for the one who has ten cars? Weather or not they can sing, you are automatically going to be inclined to vote for the one who struggles to get by.
And now for my favorite part: looks. What do all the little middle school and teenage girls like in a music artist? Nice hair, nice eyes, preferably single. No one wants to watch an ugly man dance around on TV. I'll admit it, I too like whoever I'm voting for to be nice looking. I don't think it's fair sometimes when these really bad singers with long hair and big eyes make it so far while the good singers get kicked off because they're fat.
I'll close with my thoughts on the season currently airing, I DO NOT LIKE CRYSTAL BOWERSOX!!!! With that out of the way, I like to look for the Christians, or whoever acts like one, you can never be sure. I'm guessing Lee Dewyze and Mike Lynche are the Godly ones here. As for who I'm voting for, Andrew Garcia is the best. He has a unique voice, something I value highly, a nice personality, and yes, nice looks. Disagree with me if you want, but who doesn't disagree on American Idol?
EDIT Thursday, April 15, 2010: Andrew Garcia was voted off the show last night. =( I will now be a fan of Lee Dewyze.
Then I realized how fun it was. There are so many different ways of looking at it, so many reasons why people vote or even watch. A lot of it just gets on my nerves though. For starters, the judges. From the beginning through Hollywood week, the judges are not only necessary, but entertaining. Sure they make some choices that we may not agree with, but what they do is completely out of our power, and therefore we should just deal with it and enjoy the show.
It's only after the people start voting that I fail to see the purpose of the judges at all. At this point in the show, we have the power to decide who did good, who we like, and ultimately, who stays and who goes. To me, all the judges do is discourage the contestants. I can not believe how many times I've watched a really bad performance and had to listen to the judges rave about it! Are they even watching the same performance? I won't go too heavily into how I feel about the judges individually, but I do want to say something about Ellen. She's weird, and entirely un-biblical, but that aside, what does she know about good singing? She hosts a talk show. She doesn't write music, sing, or even play an instrument. I'm not bashing Ellen though. I think she's funny and she adds a lot to the show.
Moving on to the contestants. For the most part, I think people really care about who can sing and who can't. I love learning more about the contestants and their personal lives, but if you really think about it, these can be a distraction in your voting. Would you vote for the contestant who struggles to make ends meet, or for the one who has ten cars? Weather or not they can sing, you are automatically going to be inclined to vote for the one who struggles to get by.
And now for my favorite part: looks. What do all the little middle school and teenage girls like in a music artist? Nice hair, nice eyes, preferably single. No one wants to watch an ugly man dance around on TV. I'll admit it, I too like whoever I'm voting for to be nice looking. I don't think it's fair sometimes when these really bad singers with long hair and big eyes make it so far while the good singers get kicked off because they're fat.
I'll close with my thoughts on the season currently airing, I DO NOT LIKE CRYSTAL BOWERSOX!!!! With that out of the way, I like to look for the Christians, or whoever acts like one, you can never be sure. I'm guessing Lee Dewyze and Mike Lynche are the Godly ones here. As for who I'm voting for, Andrew Garcia is the best. He has a unique voice, something I value highly, a nice personality, and yes, nice looks. Disagree with me if you want, but who doesn't disagree on American Idol?
EDIT Thursday, April 15, 2010: Andrew Garcia was voted off the show last night. =( I will now be a fan of Lee Dewyze.
Surgery
I just had surgery on Friday to remove my four wisdom teeth.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but for all of you that have yet to undergo this surgery, it hurts much worse than they say it does. There was a lot of blood. I almost passed out twice after removing the gauze that were in the sides of my mouth. You swallow a lot of blood the first day after surgery, so it's not uncommon for you to purge blood the first few hours after surgery. Fortunately I didn't throw up any blood. And I also did not pass out, although as I previously mentioned, I came close. This liquid diet I'm on will be the death of me! I have had nothing to eat besides soup, Jell-o, apple sauce, Jell-o, juice, and an insane amount of Jell-o! I look like a chipmunk, in that my cheeks have swelled up to about twice their original size. But the good thing is that I've gotten rid of a noticeable amount of fat around my waist. That right there is the only good thing about this whole thing. Well, that and the fact that i will never have to do I again!!! Curse evil Jell-o...
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but for all of you that have yet to undergo this surgery, it hurts much worse than they say it does. There was a lot of blood. I almost passed out twice after removing the gauze that were in the sides of my mouth. You swallow a lot of blood the first day after surgery, so it's not uncommon for you to purge blood the first few hours after surgery. Fortunately I didn't throw up any blood. And I also did not pass out, although as I previously mentioned, I came close. This liquid diet I'm on will be the death of me! I have had nothing to eat besides soup, Jell-o, apple sauce, Jell-o, juice, and an insane amount of Jell-o! I look like a chipmunk, in that my cheeks have swelled up to about twice their original size. But the good thing is that I've gotten rid of a noticeable amount of fat around my waist. That right there is the only good thing about this whole thing. Well, that and the fact that i will never have to do I again!!! Curse evil Jell-o...
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