a lot to write

My dedicated readers/reader has asked me to update.  I am so sorry for the slacking lately.  However, I have three topics I’d like to discuss.

1. Toasters
2. Weird girl
3. Nobel

Toasters.  I don’t trust toasters. I know that seems weird but it is so true.  I just can’t put a piece of bread/english muffin/bagel into the toaster and trust it to toast it to my preference.  I always end up letting it go for a little bit, then stop it, flip it over, (like upside down).  I try to have an even toast on all sides, and I have much more confidence in my doing it rather than the toaster doing it.  It is not that I worry it will get burnt, it is more like, I don’t want half of it to be toasted, and the other half not to be.  Then, if I try to toast the other part, I will burn the already toasted part.  It is quite a conundrum, if you ask me.

Weird girl.  I overheard someone in class the other day go, “Yeah, I was standing there with one leg shaved and shampoo still in my hair.”  (They were talking about how they ran out of hot water or something..)  So then I thought about this, and tried to picture it (not like that you sicko).  But really?  Like i think of someone, one hand in their hair, the other with a razor in their hand, balancing on one leg.  Do you know what I mean?  Who the fuck washes their hair and shaves their leg at the same time.  That bitch deserved it.  (I don’t know her personally, but to do something to completely ridiculous deserves that title )

Nobel.  Obama won the nobel peace prize.  I am speechless with disgust.

Actually, I have a fourth thing as well.  It is only, barely, the middle of October, and I am going crazy.  Things need to start changing around here for reals.

Another thing, I’m thirsty. For some H20

i guess

I guess maintaining a blog in the summer is a lot easier than during the school year.  I have actually clicked on it a few times, and felt like writing but had no idea what to write about.  Actually, I still don’t know what to write about but I figured all my dedicated readers were getting a little disappointed.
Well I have pink highlighter on my thumb nail.  That is about all I can think about.  I also have a flip-cup table lookin ass in my room for my study table.  It is actually quite nice, although my room is now full with a table smack dab in the middle.

Badgers went 4-0 today.  I was there and it was pretty cool.  The end of the 3rd quarter was the best.  Not only was it the usual student section race, jump around, and “we will rock you”, we then scored a touchdown and then a few plays later I’m pretty sure we got an interception.  It was too much excitement in the first few minutes!  But it was obviously fun. lol.  I had something to drink but when I went down to get it, there was a long string of hair in it.  Sick.

I have really bad nails.

I’m going to go to bed.

home sweet home

Well, it has been awhile for all my dedicated readers, since I have last wrote.  It is kinda hard to type because I have a cut on my ring and middle finger and it is really pissing me off.  And all I want to do is complain cause it is burning. lol

Anyways, I am finally in Madison.  Actually, it is my 5th day here, and as of now I couldn’t be happier!  The house is amazing I love it so much.  My room is all set up and pink and home-y, comfy too.  My rug is soft and I have a huge bed where I can roll all over.  I have ducks, (not too many, in my opinion), and pictures up and everything.  I will have to take a pic soon. And the kitchen is so nice too. lol And pops brought lots of food so now I won’t starve or have to eat cereal everyday.

So I know you don’t want to read about the boring life.  However, I do have to talk about the queen size bed.

Seriously, this bed is too big.  LIke the first couple of nights, I had no idea what do to with it.  I tried to roll around, spread eagle, stretch my arms, etc, but I always ended up in the same place on only have the bed!  I can’t do that, I have to use the whole thing.  So the second night was the same, but after awhile I started spreading out.  So I am getting better with this very large bed that I am so unfamiliar with.  You know what else, my duck keeps ending up on the other end of the bed!  Rude!  So I wake up in the middle of the night reaching for him, and then I can’t reach him!  But I have four pillows and I am loving it more and more everyday.

Carrie is on, I think I am going to have nightmares.

We get to pick up our Badger tickets tomorrow!! Sweet! Hahaha Carrie just owned the shit out of someone.

Anyways, my infected lookin ass burning finger is burning, so I should go check the farm or something.

maybe

Maybe I am just a bitter person, or maybe I am just bipolar today.  But this is a legit blog.

You know how people say, life is too short to stay angry.  Or life is too short to not accept an apology, or even apologize in the first place.  Well that is bullshit.  Why should it go that way?  If you ask me, life is too short to act like you like someone, and waste all this energy in acting like you’re not angry.  Well fuck that.  Life is too short to waste your time on people who you have a secret hate for.  I mean, I think most people can think of at least one secret hate.  I can think of many myself.  It takes quite a lot of energy to keep me from cussing them out, or saying you’re a stupid bitch and frankly if you moved to Mexico I wouldn’t give a shit.  Or other things of that nature, of just simply telling them that I have a secret hate for them, and ask them, so can I please stop acting like I like you?

So, life is clearly too short to waste your time on people who won’t be there at your 80th birthday.  What the hell.  Even so, as a genuine decent person, most of my secret hates will probably stay in.

blame it

You know, getting drunk is pretty fun.  I think most of the population would agree with me.  However, the reasons to get drunk seem ridiculous.  These are the the top reasons, from experience:

1. Celebration (Birthdays/Weddings/Last Day of School)
2. Holidays
3. Sadness
4. Happiness

The reason I think this is so funny is mostly cause of 3 and 4.  Think about it.  Say you apply to a college.  There are two possible things that will happen: you will get accepted or declined (or waitlisted…but..)

Q: So, if you get accepted, what do you do?
A: Celebrate with friends and family; get drunk.

Q: What do you do if you get declined?
A: Mope and get drunk

It seems ridiculous.  I mean, I’m not saying I wouldn’t do it again, I’m just saying.

You know what else is funny.  Is cause when you do get rejected from that college, or from that guy, or you fail a test, or whatever the reasons people drink over when they are sad/angry, they get drunk.  And after they get past that point, they aren’t going to wake up happy.  It is a lose-lose situation.  You know why?  It’s cause you feel like shit, physically, and then you realize the reason you are mad or sad in the first place, is still there.

People these days.  We are silly.

papaya

i wanted to try papaya. so i bought one. and cut it up. it smelled like poo. the first bite was horrible.  the ones after that were awkward. i dont know what to think.

it is suppose to be like a mix of a pineapple and a peach. interesting. i enjoy pinapple and im not very fond of peaches, although i will eat them.  so maybe the mixture of a love + indifference = awkwardness towards the papaya.

but i do like the word. papaya. it just rolls off the tongue.

seinfeld

I don’t understand how people can’t like seinfeld.  The only reasons someone would not like seinfeld is the following:

1. They aren’t American, thus they cannot interpret the language.
2. They physically can’t see/hear the T.V.
3. The lightbulbs are off in the attic.
4. They have never seen it (which would seem ridiculous)
5. They don’t have a sense of humor.

Seinfeld should be a masterpiece in the nicest museums in the world.

Not only are the characters hilarious, but at the end of the show, everything relates back to something in the beginning, making the whole story line quite ironic and coincidental (although the writes obviously made it that way).  For example, in one episode Kramer is hitting golf balls into the ocean/sea/lake whatever it is.  And one day, George, being the “marine biologist”, is taking a walk with his girlfriend, when they stumble upon a dying whale.  Someone says “oh my god, is anyone here a marine biologist”….and so the story ends with a golf ball being stuck in the blowhole of the whale.

There are also little things (such as the “marine biologist”) that relate to people who have been watching the show for awhile.  Everyone knows that George always wants to be or imagines to be, and even tells people he is, a marine biologist or an architect.

Indeed it is quite an amazing show.

I love when someone tells something really big to Elaine, and she goes “SHUT UP” and pushes them really hard that they often stumble or get knocked into a wall.  It gets me every time.

Well seinfeld is on so I had to tell everyone about my love for such a wonderful show.

so glad

i am so glad that i am already logged in and dont have to type anything

also that 2 out of 6 seasons of grey’s is done so that i can watch it next season.

also that i am done riding a car for 4 hours.

and that my tb is here, even though i think i said that already.

however, raspberries and pizza is not every good.

rhinelander was far and up north. i dont know. too far.

but i want a lake house.

maybe ill be a doctor. internal. not operating and shit.  no way jose.  bank.

if i want a house in the hamptons (millions) or on the lake (a nice one almost 1 million) im gonna have to make bank.  sounds like a plan.  i want to be catchin the waves/rays on my pontoon. or speed. or sailboat. sweet. i want it.

so much science. fuck. i guess we’ll see.

i finished a book today. it was sad. i could write too. i like writing.  tv is horrible on sundays.

august 18th is the day. i cant wait. its funna get crazy

football tickets + around the corner from randall + own house = fucking. crazy.

i gotta get on those loans, or else ill have no house.

i met a friend who doest like me. it is a frog i named him squirrel. it might be a girl. i petted him with my pointer finger. i hope i dont get warts. he was scared. i told him everything would be okay.

a little thing

called personal responsibility.
I am pretty responsible, although not all the time.  But this is ludacris:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090722/en_afp/entertainmentusmusicjackson_20090722194038

If you are too lazy to read it, apparently they are going to try to blame some doctor for MJ’s death.  And as much as I hate to talk about MJ, I have to.

Of course I don’t know the whole story, but it seems as though they want to call his death a homicide, and say because the dr. prescribed drugs that are very dangerous and can kill people when not carefully administered, he can be at fault.

That is bullshit.  I can see the doctor losing his license, but murder?  I can see personal responsibility on both sides, the doctor never should have game him the drugs in the first place.  But in L.A when you’re fucking MJ and a millionaire , billionaire, you get what you want.

Maybe he shouldn’t have asked for drugs that knock you the fuck out in the first place.  And, in the case that he did infact OD, why should the doctor be at fault.  Granted he prescribed, he didn’t shove the needle or force the pills down his throat, now did he?  That would give any family the right who was prescribed painkillers or sedatives the right to OD and then just sue the doctor.  Or however that would work.  What the hell.

Speaking of drugs, I was flipping through channels today, and saw the Messiah’s conference.  It was quite interesting and sickening at the same time.  I puked a few times in my mouth.  (If you are totally clueless, it was Obama’s speech about Universal Healthcare).  I couldn’t watch for long, but one of the things he said, was something along the lines of…

“we expect that 2/3s will be paid for by taxes already being collected”

well, if we are going to take that money, what the fuck would we be losing then?  Or is the money just sitting somewhere peacefully?  Seriously, it made no sense, and a 3rd grader could have figured that out.

and, say we do have universal health care, where are all the private insurance companies going to go?  well, guess what, they will go out of business.  why would anyone pay a private insurance company when they can have the rest of america pay for it.  granted they are greedy little bastards, like the rest of the world, it will still force thousands of jobs to be lost and hundreds of companies will be forced to be shut down.  how’s that for helping the economy.

i could keep on ranting, but im sure my dedicated readers arent too in to it. lol

i can see where it can be good, but not for america.

Although I have no political background bullshit, it is clear and common sense to figure these things out.

That is enough ranting eh.

people

People are confusing.

I’m not sure where to start this other than that.  As the summer is coming to an end, and the journey to start shopping for the house, packing, and getting my loans in order, I’m finding myself drawn to inanimate objects and material things.

It is sad and comforting at the same time.

People are becoming more foreign to me everyday.  And as they become foreign to me, I’m sure I become foreign to them.  Although I have had a surprisingly swell time while here in Milwaukee, hanging out with people from here, it seems as though something is missing.  The kind of thing where, either of us could kinda take it or leave it.  I’m not saying it is just them, cause I do the same thing.  Maybe it is just me.  I’m trying to think of someone I have been close to for more than a year, and I’m drawing just one name.  And as more people drift away, my sense of trust and security fades as well.  Am I just insecure, or have people made me that way?

Although inanimate objects don’t talk to you, or even care if you throw them against the wall, they certainly will never leave you.  They will never just grow a pair of legs and go for a walk.  They’ll never hurt you or make you question the stupid thing you just said.  Instead they will just sit there peacefully, and do whatever it is that they do.  For example, yesterday when I ordered my terabyte, I was pretty fucking excited.  More excited than I have been for awhile, (other than trying to water ski).  When Hell’s Kitchen was on last night, a sad thought didn’t enter my head.  I was looking at new phones today, and as I scrolled down the pages, all I could do is anxiously hope when day I’ll be holding this sweet, new shiny thing in my hands.  I just want to buy things.

I am hoping when this changes when I move back to Madison, however, at this current moment I am not very optimistic.  This could be for several things though, such as:

1. I am tired, and I get crabby;

2. I think I’m suppose to get my . soon. lol;

3. It’s hot as balls in my house;

4. My terabyte isn’t here yet, and my phone is broken.  <– yea, how coincidental, an inanimate object is making me sad because of the lack of its presence

By the way, I’m currently reading the book (yea, me, reading) “Beautiful Boy”.  It is very interesting.  You should pick it up.