First of all I would like to wish everyone a Happy Halloween! It's been so long since I've celebrated. Well now that's out of the way, I'd like to fill you in on what's been going on. Well tomorrow, it will be 7 weeks with my boyfriend. He is absolutely amazing, and I am the luckiest girl in the world to have him. I couldn't possibly ask for more. And since then, I've been busy with school and choir, which is really starting to kick off now that we are starting to think about our huge concert in January. Speaking of school, I haven't been in school for the past 7 days. And the reason why? Swine Flu. I mean really? I would be the one to get the newest (and most uncomfortable strain of the flu). So I've been in bed, slowly getting worse, and most recently, getting better.
Today I vistited Ripon College. Which I must say is a beautiful college. The staff there is amazing, and more than willing to help you find your way around. So they made the most of their first impressinon. They served us a delicious lunch with 3 main entrees. (I ate better there than I do at home.) On top of that, I got to attend a class of my choice, I choose an education class which was very engaging. Towards the end of the tour, there were 5 seniors that were asked to talk to us and answer any questions that we may of had. After viewing first hand the campus and some of the buildings, I thought that the seniors would talk about their classes right away. But alas, I was mistaken. Instead of boasting about their stimulating adademics (it is a private college by the way), they decided to talk about the friendly staff and students there. I mean that's great and all, but what if I want an acutal challenge during college? What if I don't really care that I have ever single professor's home number and go over to his house for tea? So what I guess I'm saying is that $32,000 of tuition is being paid for lots of useless fluff, which only makes the transition from college to the real world even harder for students. I give it 3 out of 5 stars.
But other than that I think you're caught up on the happenings in my life. Crazy life I lead, I know. It just feels like forever since I've updated the old blog.
Live and love free.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Ok, so I've just been super bored lately. School starts in 6 days (gahhh!!!!) but I'm kinda ready for it. I mean at least I'll have some sort of schedule. In the summer I have nothing to do, and it sucks, majorly. But I'm gonna miss waking up at noon and going to bed at the wee hours of the morning. But oh well.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Leaving (almost)
It's almost here! My vacation of the summer is just around the corner! My mom brother and I are flying over to Boston where my aunt works. We'll be spending a week there doing all kinds of tourist-y things. So that should be exciting. What I'm really looking forward to is the ocean.
But before we leave for Boston, there's the packing and the getting ready. Packing all your clothes for a week doesn't leave you much for you to wear before you leave. But you have to pack relatively early so we're not rushing at the last minute. But the packing is what's the most frustrating. I'm packing for a week, so I want to bring at least a weeks worth of clothes just in case. My aunt is letting us use her washing machine and dryer, but what happens if my clothes get wet or something and i just need another change of clothes? Yeah, that's what I thought. Bring extra clothes. But now I have hardly any space left over for anything that I might want to bring back.
And on top of that my mom bought my 12-year-old brother a new suitcase because he needs one. So instead of buying him something that is suitable for a boy, she buys him the biggest one that she can find. So I'm stuck with an average size suitcase, while my brother has a huge-ass suitcase and won't end up using half the space inside of it.
But enough venting for now. I just wanted to update you on my upcoming trip. I'll try to post all of my adventures as they happen.
But before we leave for Boston, there's the packing and the getting ready. Packing all your clothes for a week doesn't leave you much for you to wear before you leave. But you have to pack relatively early so we're not rushing at the last minute. But the packing is what's the most frustrating. I'm packing for a week, so I want to bring at least a weeks worth of clothes just in case. My aunt is letting us use her washing machine and dryer, but what happens if my clothes get wet or something and i just need another change of clothes? Yeah, that's what I thought. Bring extra clothes. But now I have hardly any space left over for anything that I might want to bring back.
And on top of that my mom bought my 12-year-old brother a new suitcase because he needs one. So instead of buying him something that is suitable for a boy, she buys him the biggest one that she can find. So I'm stuck with an average size suitcase, while my brother has a huge-ass suitcase and won't end up using half the space inside of it.
But enough venting for now. I just wanted to update you on my upcoming trip. I'll try to post all of my adventures as they happen.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
At Last
Finally, at long last, I have finished the long boring class also known as Driver's Ed. I can't believe that it was only three weeks. It seemed much longer than that, much longer. I mean really, how many movies can you show about drunk driving and watching the signs on the road? We get it. Don't drink and drive and make sure that you can read. It's not that hard people. I can't believe people actually fail that class. The questions on the test require absolutely no brain power whatsoever. I think they should just be a little bit more carefull about who they put on the road because believe me, my cat could pass the test with no problem.
But enough ranting for one day. Let me enlighten you on the things that did go right. I had my first ever driving lesson. Talk about being scared out of your mind. At first I was soo nervous, but my teacher is super nice and he doesnt get mad if you do something wrong. By the end he told me that I was one of his better students (which just made my day). Then I changed seats with the girl I was driving with and "observed". My teacher doesn't really care what we do in the backseat because we're watching an inexperienced driver. So that wouldn't be the best way to learn how to drive. She was okay. She stopped and started to fast, but it was her first time and I did the same thing.
Hopefully I'll get better at this stick shift thing. So far I can't drive that well. Just some time is all I need.
But enough ranting for one day. Let me enlighten you on the things that did go right. I had my first ever driving lesson. Talk about being scared out of your mind. At first I was soo nervous, but my teacher is super nice and he doesnt get mad if you do something wrong. By the end he told me that I was one of his better students (which just made my day). Then I changed seats with the girl I was driving with and "observed". My teacher doesn't really care what we do in the backseat because we're watching an inexperienced driver. So that wouldn't be the best way to learn how to drive. She was okay. She stopped and started to fast, but it was her first time and I did the same thing.
Hopefully I'll get better at this stick shift thing. So far I can't drive that well. Just some time is all I need.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Random Stuff
So this morning I did more thinking than I usually do. (which is weird because I don't really think at all in the morning, I'm usually half asleep.) Like always, my best thinking is done in the bathroom. I know that sounds like TMI, but I was just brushing my teeth. And so I thought up this poem. I haven't quite thought of a name for it yet, but it's done. Just a small little passage nothing mindblowing or anything. So here goes.
some people turn to rock and roll, 'cuz it's the only thing they know
and then they cry the tears they hide, that once just didnt flow.
some people turn to art, to feel the feelings in their heart.
so that they can feel, the things that were there right from the start.
some people write, just in spite of all the hatred that rules the world.
but it's all the same,
we play a game,
to try and hide the pain.
some people turn to rock and roll, 'cuz it's the only thing they know
and then they cry the tears they hide, that once just didnt flow.
some people turn to art, to feel the feelings in their heart.
so that they can feel, the things that were there right from the start.
some people write, just in spite of all the hatred that rules the world.
but it's all the same,
we play a game,
to try and hide the pain.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
4th of July
Happy 4th everyone!
It's yet another holiday to buy worthless crap. (Really, who needs a separate set of towels for one day?) I mean the fireworks and excuse to buy and consume numerous amounts of crappy food and beer isn't all that bad. But when you look at it, I mean really look at it, the real reason for celebration is lost. Instead of celebrating our Independence, Americans consume more alcohol than is necessary. We set off explosives, just because we can, and we cook massive amounts of food that goes uneaten and is wasted and clogs up landfills.
I don't disagree with this holiday whatsoever, I just disagree with the way we acknowledge it. Is it really that hard to remember and honor the men that risked and lost their lives just so that we could become a free nation? Or is that asking too much of the American people? I'm not comdemming the festivites, because I love to go to them too, I would just rather that there be some sort of sole connection to that holiday, rather than an excuse to get out of work.
So on that note, I leave all you Americans with a challenge. Tonight, when you are gazing at your town's fireworks, remember the men that lost their lives. Instead of being caught up in the moment, loose yourself in the moment, remembering that if it weren't for them, than we would be in an entirely different world. Have that beer, be proud to be an American, and above all, remember the brave of yesterday and today.
It's yet another holiday to buy worthless crap. (Really, who needs a separate set of towels for one day?) I mean the fireworks and excuse to buy and consume numerous amounts of crappy food and beer isn't all that bad. But when you look at it, I mean really look at it, the real reason for celebration is lost. Instead of celebrating our Independence, Americans consume more alcohol than is necessary. We set off explosives, just because we can, and we cook massive amounts of food that goes uneaten and is wasted and clogs up landfills.
I don't disagree with this holiday whatsoever, I just disagree with the way we acknowledge it. Is it really that hard to remember and honor the men that risked and lost their lives just so that we could become a free nation? Or is that asking too much of the American people? I'm not comdemming the festivites, because I love to go to them too, I would just rather that there be some sort of sole connection to that holiday, rather than an excuse to get out of work.
So on that note, I leave all you Americans with a challenge. Tonight, when you are gazing at your town's fireworks, remember the men that lost their lives. Instead of being caught up in the moment, loose yourself in the moment, remembering that if it weren't for them, than we would be in an entirely different world. Have that beer, be proud to be an American, and above all, remember the brave of yesterday and today.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
My first day
Hey there fellow bloggers!
This is my first day blogging and so I thought that I'd treat you to the events of the day thus far. Well to start, I got my permit (finally) and I'm super excited. Even though it took me 2 hours, I can offiically drive! Yay! And then I realized that it is 16 days until my trip to Boston. Which will be very cool. My mother, brother and I are going to visit my aunt, and see everything that Boston has to offer. So I'm looking forward to that, although I'm going to miss my girls and guys back home.
Starting work tomorrow. But first I need to get a work permit. I've been to the stupid Counselling Dept. for the last 3 days and I still need to get things straightened out. If anyone knows the "Kids from Wisconsin" group, there is a production at my school and I was recommended to work lights and back stage from my acting/stagecraft teacher. Wish me luck. I heard that the guy I'm working for can be a real jerk sometimes.
Other than that life's going pretty good. My legs hurt from walking from driver's ed to school and home (which I think is close to 1 1/2 miles a day).
I'll keep you posted with more things that come up. (Hopefully I'll get to go to Summerfest this year).
This is my first day blogging and so I thought that I'd treat you to the events of the day thus far. Well to start, I got my permit (finally) and I'm super excited. Even though it took me 2 hours, I can offiically drive! Yay! And then I realized that it is 16 days until my trip to Boston. Which will be very cool. My mother, brother and I are going to visit my aunt, and see everything that Boston has to offer. So I'm looking forward to that, although I'm going to miss my girls and guys back home.
Starting work tomorrow. But first I need to get a work permit. I've been to the stupid Counselling Dept. for the last 3 days and I still need to get things straightened out. If anyone knows the "Kids from Wisconsin" group, there is a production at my school and I was recommended to work lights and back stage from my acting/stagecraft teacher. Wish me luck. I heard that the guy I'm working for can be a real jerk sometimes.
Other than that life's going pretty good. My legs hurt from walking from driver's ed to school and home (which I think is close to 1 1/2 miles a day).
I'll keep you posted with more things that come up. (Hopefully I'll get to go to Summerfest this year).
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