What I Know for now…
Is that in 5 or 10 years, facebook and twitter are gonna be old, and there will be something new that catches our attention.  [To make it clear, I don't twitter, or twat, or tweet, or whatever the fuck it is called lol]

It is kind of weird to think of, but then again, 5 years ago, everyone had a Myspace.  [I'm not gonna lie, I haven't deleted mine yet].  And before that, everyone had AIM and MSN Messenger.  And before then…well shit I don’t know, I think we talked on the phone and wrote letters. lol I wonder how old people feel like, (sorry Grams). I wonder what we will feel like when we are old.  It is so hard to imagine anything better and more convenient than simply going online and stalkin on facebook.  I will acknowledge phones with one touch status updating, but that seems still facebook related.  What will it be, we think a thought and everyone that we are connected to feels it too?

It is hard to imagine what life will be in 60 years, considering 60 years ago they barely had colored TVs, while now we have 3D televisions.  They barely had internet, now we can check our mail from a 3×5 handheld device.  They barely had good running cars, now we have hybrids and cars that can be plugged in!  They barely had tapes, now we have thousands of songs on microchips.

So, ladies and gents, WIKFN, is that, literally, impossible is nothing in this world that we are living today.  Thank you adidas.

I am thinking of how cool it would be to have a blog that people actually read.  I wonder how people do it, maybe I will start googling how to have a blog people will read. lol.  Then I will write about what people want to read and then everything would be good.

Well an update for my fellow readers is that I moved into my new place and we got an adorable kitty, Theodore Stubs; who I am absolutely in love with!  He is the sweetest guy ever:

There he is!

That is basically the exciting news other than I will be getting a new phone soon..thank goodness.  This Razor 2 is way outta style! ha.

I just tried to google what people wanted to read, and it mostly came up with stuff I was too lazy to read.  As I was typing “What do people…” other things came up, which I thought were quite interesting, thus I will share:

..want
..eat in england
..need
..taste like

Those were just a few that caught my attention.  Maybe this is what my blog can be about, googling random beginnings of phrases, and seeing what people google most.  I’ve done this for my entertainment before actually, and it is pretty funny what some people look up.  Another good thing is to go onto Yahoo Answers and read what kind of stupid questions people are asking.  Perhaps that will be my next topic.  But back to the google.

I can understand googling “what do people want”; because I think a lot of people are confused about what they even want, so it is a valid google search, however I am interested in what the results are.

I am giggling about “what do people eat in england”?  Clearly, google must come up with the most searched country your in’s search.  (If that makes sense).  That seems like a reasonable dumb American question.  Come on people, it isn’t like they are stuck in some random ocean eating snail poop.  Is it really that hard to take a guess?

I can also understand “what do people need”; but only in certain situations.  What do people need can cover a large clusterfuck of things.  For example, what do people need.. when drunk vs what do people need after waking up from a coma.  People need a lot of things…

I actually love “what do people taste like”.  WTF are these people on?  I think commenting on this would be a waste of my time. lmao

That was rather funny.  I’m gonna go to Yahoo Answers now…see ya there!

But now I like, “What I Know, for Now”

So, WIKFN #1:

What do I know for now?  Let me tell you folks, life is pretty predictable.

Some hopeful people like to believe that life is unpredictable.  This makes life seem more interesting.  For example, that cute guy you just ran into on the bus could have just moved into the apartment next to yours.  But guess what, he didn’t.

For some, an “unpredictable” life might be what keeps some moving.  They wake up day to day considering endless possibilities, but end up in the same spot 17 hours later thinking the same thing.  In reality, life is predictable.  Unless you are a super spy or work in some sweet job, chances are your routines won’t change much, and because of that, life’s predictability will remain the same.  The only way to increase chances of unpredictability is to change routine, but too many people are scared to change their routine in the first place.  Mathematically, the same routine with enough people leads to no unpredictability.

You are probably wondering, well ..drea, wtf are you trying to say.  Well, it is comforting that I won’t get shot walking down Regent, but it would also be nice to fall in love with that stranger on the bus.  Predictability is what keeps us alive, because if everything was unpredictable, life would be too chaotic.  We need it to feel safe.  But, in the end, I would say do something crazy and un-routine-ish.  Couldn’t we all use some spontaneity?

“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.”

LMAO. I am a frekin genius.

So here it is, my newly inspired writings, just about a year later.  I realized I like to talk about things that people encounter everyday, and often have obvious opinions about, but never actually talk about..One good example of this is grocery store bathrooms.

First of all, I cannot recall a time I have been in an unsketchy grocery bathroom.  If you think about it, it seems pretty ridiculous for a few reasons.  One reason is that I have seen janitor like people, who should clean that shit (mwhahaha no pun intended) up.  A second OBVIOUS reason, is that THEY HAVE EVERYTHING.  Not only do we always get the shitty (damn I’m good) toilet paper, it always smellls.  Why do we get shitty toilet paper?  You have a whole section of it!!  You have at least 7 different kinds, with at least…50 packages each.  Really, you can’t spare some Charmin?  Why you gotta be hatin and givin me that Roundy’s crap? (…it is gettin old huh?)

And the smell….alright.  Not only do you have AISLES upon aisles of cleaning supplies, within those aisles there always happens to be..OMG airfesheners…Yes, aisles and aisles of good smelling things.  But no, we get to smell that pee that may or may not have come from a dying dog.  Someone please explain this to me….yeah, I’m talking to you Pick n Save.

Another thing is mail people.  You know, the people who walk around for hours, delivering us our bills and magazines and books..and such.  I have nothing against them, usually they seem pretty nice and I have never been stabbed, so I will generally say they are alright.  But seriously, how do you get that job?  Do you just wake up one day and am like, hey! im gonna deliver mail!  I’m assuming benefits and pay is pretty bank, considering they work for the government, but come on.  It just seems very confusing.  The average person doesn’t like walking around for hours, doing the same thing, rain, shine, snow, sleet, flood….Not to mention, you drive those crazy European style trucks.  Right side steering wheel….really?  You’ve gotta be committed…

I feel like I’m on a roll so I don’t want to stop.  It is almost 4 am now, and if you read the post before this, you are aware that I have been up pondering postage for an hour now.  I feel like I now need something inspiring and deep.  Kinda like “What I Know For Sure” (Oprah, duh).  Maybe I should start doing a weekly “What Drea Knows for Sure”  ..but it needs to more clever than that…Let us consider:

-What Drea Knows for Sure
-The Ginger Truth
-Drea; FTW
-Just Me, For You

See, I can get pretty corny.  I’m liking Drea; FTW the most. So, my next post (in about 2.1 minutes) will be thus titled.

I won’t really tell you what I’ve been up to, since that is boring.  Believe me, you would rather poke your eyes out with a shishkabob stake than see what lil ole me has been doing.  I will try to think of something important and profound to recapture my readers’ interest.

Well it is 3:01, and usually that is the best thinking time.  Maybe I am just rusty and don’t want to disappoint.  Or maybe, I don’t have anything up there in that noggin of mine.  I don’t get how people who write music and such can just be like bam.  Well I am a gangster:

I got 32 problems, n one is that I’m a bitch
A ginger too, so I’m such an outcast
People here, people there, starin at one of the last generations alive
Yeah, huh what am i gonna do
Walkin around this world alone, gettin drunk and doin hoes
Robbin bitches and dealin here
and puttin on black hair, uhuh cause it is too easy
To see a ging, walkin down the street
gotta rep the hood of ging, but gotta keep doin on doin on
the discrim i feel, day to day
Yeah yeah, this is the soundtrack to mahhh life.

What what, hoodlife.  Alright, but on a different note, and the point is how could someone write something that is so legit? lol.

So there we were, learning about animals.  And all that other stuff.  I don’t even know if it was animals, but at some point, the clear fact was made: we are animals.  This does not seem like a nice statement.   I think of animals as little, or big, fuzzy things running around killing bitches for food (like a mountain lion), or eating seeds or begging for bread (like ducks ), etc.  This is when I came to a realization.

We are quite weird animals.  We would never make it in the real world.  I’m not talking about the real world like, having a job and family and all that stupid human stuff.  I’m talking about the real world, like the jungle or mountains or the tundra.  Let’s be serious, our shit would get owned.  Alright, maybe not all of us, since some people are quite the outdoors type, and know how to conveniently make a tiger trap out of plants and water.  Or whatever.  But if you threw us out into the jungle, no clothes, phone, other necessities, we would be awfully lost and confused.  So, in stating that, I guess it does make sense that we have big cities where no other predators would ever make it, but at the same time, as “animals”, it seems awfully confusing.

Why aren’t we aren’t there, ripping each other’s heads off and competing for land, food, mates.  Granted there are wars, and were wars, like in the Middle Ages and stuff, but why not now?  I mean, we are animals.  Are we that intelligent that we figured that big populations, working together, with governments, morals, standards would work?  Or are we so stupid that we can’t survive without the convenient-cies and technologies of today?  I mean, you don’t see monkey’s building cities and shit..

It also brings me to another, quite, scary thought.  I hope I don’t get murdered for this.  But going with the whole animal thing, it is easy to see how some people do become crazy lunatic killers.  I guess it is kind of Freud like too.  But as animals, isn’t it nature that what we think is what we do?  You don’t see tigers considering whether or not they should attack some antelope, or whatever they eat.  You don’t see fish considering whether or not they want that guy to impregnate them.  Sure, I can see the killers who like, randomly attack, but what if they felt threatened or harmed or something crazy like that.  Wouldn’t it be natural animal instinct to kill them?

Well I was have just been pondering for awhile.  Other than that, I’m off to watch the big screen and check my facebook, on my comfy couch, and maybe grab some convenient cranberry juice from the fridge.

I’m trying to think of what happened in 2009, since most of these days seem to run together anyways.  It is even taking awhile for me to figure out where I was last year for New Years. . . ah ha! I do remember.  I actually went home from festivities and recall puking. lol What a way to start a New Year.  Did I even make it ’til 12?  I was drinking rum and coke for sure though.

What else from 2009?  I have no idea.  I know it was a long, boring, jobless summer, in which I actually started this blog.  But to remember anything significant seems silly.    What did I learn from 2009?

I did learn in spring semester that chemistry labs are horribly boring and suicidal, but also that some T.A’s do speak english, can actually teach, and are really cool. lol
I learned that first impressions can actually be right a lot of the time, but can be a pleasant surprise when shown differently.
I found out that sitting at the Terrace on a nice day (or night) is awesome, drunk or sober.  Especially when there are ducks.
I found that some people are just as weird as me.
I found out, during Mifflin, that if you do indeed start drinking at 10 am, and continue drinking all day (without passing out), you will be stupor-ly drunk by 7 pm.  And not to play Apples to Apples with sober people, cause you’ll look like the drunkard bitch.
I learned that family does become more important to you when you grow up, but still can’t decipher why.
I learned that “try, try again, and you will succeed” is actually completely false.  Sometimes things are just impossible.
Setting your mind on something doesn’t necessarily mean on anything, related much to the one above.
Some things are impossible.
People are generally not that bright.
I guess I did learn some things.  Oh, I also learned never to eat peanut butter after a rough night of drinking.

I would now say that maybe I have resolutions to make, but I’m not sure if I would keep them.  I feel like I’ve made resolutions before, and as the year goes on things happen, and by the end of the year, there you are, making the same resolutions.  I think by this age, we pretty much are the people we’re going to become.  I guess it is kind of scary and comforting.  We’re not in that weird teenage stage where something on a billboard influences 100%, but at the same time we have another 70 years to live with whoever we are as of now.  And say if someone did want to change, is it too late?

So I am making chicken tortilla/enchilda soup and it is tasting very delicious.  You would think as a college student, I wouldn’t have time to be making soup, however it is basically the last week before finals so I don’t have much to do until next weekend.  I am watching the Food Network and Top Chef is on next so I am pretty excited cause I love that show.  So let me tell you about my soup.

I started looking online for chicken enchilda soups, but realized I wanted chicken tortilla.  Then I realized I didn’t really know the difference.  So I started mixing the recipes together and so far I think it is tasting pretty good. So I am excited.  Plus there is a ton of it so I can eat for days. lol

I really like cooking and think it is fun.  It makes me wonder if I should go to a culinary school or something cause it is really fun and one thing that I’ve realized that I actually like doing.  And when the meal is done and you have it on the plate and it tastes so good, nothing is as satisfying.  (Well some things….)

Like I had an econ exam on Thursday.  Elle and I started studying on Monday night, then I studied for like 7 hours on Wednesday and Thursday.  I understood 99.8% of the questions on the practice exams, but when I got to the exam, I couldn’t figure out the first 6.  THE FIRST 6!  I think that is rather ridiculous.  Either I am a complete moron, or the professor is a douchebag.  I thought it was intensely harder than the practice exams.  I was kind of worried that I was just a moron, but walking out, I heard a lot of other people being like “oh my god” or other things like what the fuck was that?!  It does not make me happy when I study so hard and do so poorly.

Anyways, Christmas break is coming up and I am excited for a break!
I guess I have a lot of random facts.
Like, I got my H1N1 vaccination yesterday.  I woke up today and my arm was sore like a bitch.  lol
And our landlord got us a thing of NUTS.  Buddy Squirrel Nuts!  I guess he can afford it with the price we pay for living on campus…ha.

So my soup is done and I need to eat a small bowl so I can see if I want to change anything.  But I can write later..

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

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.