At eleven o'clock p.m. while I'm watching Sex and the City the movie. Fantastic movie by the way, but anyway! Today. I was driving back from the YMCA, coming off of the freeway waiting at the light to turn onto the Bothell-Everett Highway. There's always homeless men on the corner there, with their signs, and I always ALWAYS avoid their eyes. I just feel horrible. But today. I was sitting there, and as always, there was a homeless man there. I looked over, and he had a dog. A DOG. I can't resist dogs. I look at them, curled up against a pole, and I shed a tear. It kills me. I think, "I will never. EVER. Let that happen to Teetu." So. I meet eyes with this man, and he looks like an extremely good person. Oh, by the way, his sign said "Start new job on Friday, came from New Mexico. Won't get paid for 3 weeks, need a little help." So it wasn't the usual. He's got a job. He just needed a little push. So, your's truly gives this man all she had in her wallet: 2 dollars. Man that sounds pathetic. I JUST GOT GAS. I mean...I just filled my gas tank in my car up...I have horrible wording today. So. I gave him 2 dollars, and his eyes said it all. You know that look people give you when they're extremely thankful to you? I got that look from my grandpa when he thanked me for taking care of my grandma. It makes me so happy...but tear up at the same time.
The satisfaction I got after that is indescribable. I was so proud of myself--he was the first homeless, or jobless, man I'd ever paid myself--so I went to tell my dad when I got home. Our conversation went like this.
Mel: Daddy! I just paid a homeless man!
Dad: For what?
Mel: ...because he needed a little help. He had a dog, and he just got a new job but won't get paid for 3 weeks.
Dad: Oh, is that what his little sign said?
Mel: ...yeah?
Dad: Well as long as you have money for gas left.
Mel: I gave him 2 dollars. I filled up my gas tank with the whole 20 dollars you gave me before I went to the Y.
Dad: Well okay.
Jackass. So. I tell my mom! And she is so proud of me. She says I'm going to heaven. And, let me tell you, I really believe I am. Not just because I paid a homeless man. But because it wasn't just for him. It helped me in a way too.
So. I'm just saying, it feels fan-freaking-tastic to be a good person. And I can't wait to see what I get out of my karma points I just earned today :) Anyways, I'm contorted in an extremely odd position typing this, so I'm gonna stop!!
Nighty night, blogger.
/readers.
Mel
May 30, 2010
May 29, 2010
Number 48: Possible a vent post? Not sure.
Haha, so people. Let me explain the basics of being a human being. Or rather--a good human being. Because yes, you can be a bad one!
OH MY GOSH WHAT THE HELL!?! I can't change the color of my text on here! Wait...hang on...oh...I was in "Edit Html" instead of "Compose." THAT'S why the font was all weird! Don't worry guys--mini freak out. The Lovely Miss Melanie is cool now. Phew!
So where were we? RIGHT!
Oh, I love purple :) Okay. So first of all, the obvious one. The one we've been learning since elementary school. Treat others the way you want to be treated. A funky way of saying karma will eat your face if you're a dick to someone. Like...I know on this blog I can be a little..."rawr." (God my bangs are being whores right now. Sorry, A.D.D. moment.) But in person, in real life, if someone is nice to me, I am automatically nice to them. I NEVER treat someone bad unless they've treated me bad with no apology. I mean come on. If you don't follow this rule, you're an ass. Plain. And. Simple.
Also something everyone should've learned in elementary school: Thank people. For their time, money, criticism, EVERYTHING. Because they're helping you. EVEN when they're criticizing you. For an example, not about criticism but just of thanking someone for even a small thing, I thank bus drivers every time I get on AND OFF their bus. I know it's their job to do it, but they honestly could've easily stayed home and watched TV all day. I mean, come on. Easy karma points. Thank someone, you get a gold star. Simple as that. I can't even begin to imagine how many times I must say "Thank you" in a day. Holy cow. Haha.
Listen to people. LISTEN. There's actually a group on Facebook that's called "I didn't hear what you just said, but I'll laugh and hope it wasn't a question." Or something like that :P Of course--I joined it. Because who hasn't been in this situation?! Anyways. Although I've been in this little pridicament...I've realized listening to someone can be both beneficial to you AND that person. Obviously people say things that can be pointless. But if you show you're listening, that can boost their confidence to the MAX. I mean I say pointless shit all the time and it kills me when people look at me weird. Haha, it happens a lot, sadly. But it's not that hard to listen.
Try not to dwell on the past. I know it's hard--I still catch myself doing it a billion times, I'll admit. But it puts you in a really bad mood...which puts others in a bad mood. I know I've been dwelling on my parents' divorce for 3 years. It KILLS me at times. I just lock myself in my room and wait till I fall asleep, 'cause I know when I wake up I'll be starving and I'll just eat my feelings. Hahaha, so sad! But true...and really. Emotions are contagious. I know from experience. It's like a domino effect. When one person's mood drops, another's does, and then another, blah blah blah. Dwelling on the past is extremely bad for your mood! SO BAD. Look into the future. Imagine what's in store for you. Imagine what you could DO with your life, rather than what you should've done. HOLY CRAP that's deep.
Be proud of your flaws. This is so cheesy. But it'll help your confidence times a billion!!! Let me list a ton of what I think my flaws are, and why I actually kind of like them. My shortness. Con: being used as an arm rest at times. Pro: I can ask guys to get something from a high shelf! :D Let's see, what else...OH!!!!!!!!! My scar. My hideous, obnoxious scar. Con: I wasn't able to wear a bikini for an extremely long time because of how I felt about it...I felt like everyone was staring at my back, and it's all that I could think about. Pro: It defines me. I know I talk to my mom about getting it fixed and shit. And she always says "It's a part of you. It's who you are." And I get it. I finally get it. It took going to prom in a backless dress for me to finally, fully get it. So step out of your comfort zone, and embrace what your mama and papa gave ya!
BE. REAL. BE REAL BE REAL BE FREAKING REAL. Don't go around being someone you think you should be. Be someone you KNOW you should be. Or if you don't know who that is, dig deep. You'll find that person. Nobody wants to hang around a poser. I know this from TONS of experience. (And I know people are gonna be like, "Melanie. You're 18 years old. Stop saying you have so much experience." But you don't even know. I've been around so many posers--this year especially!) Fake people bother me. And people who bother me end up on this blog. Is that what you want?! Because if you do really want to be THAT MUCH of the center of attention, then hell, pose! Pose like you've never posed before!! GO YOU! :D (That wasn't supposed to sound sarcastic, it was supposed to sound like I was cheering for them...I guess it failed...oh, and if you haven't guessed, the bright green in the middle of each thought is my code for me having an A.D.D. moment.)
This is turning out to be such a pretty post!!! So basically the moral of this extremely deep post is if you're at least doing one of these things...you're amazing. I know it's hard to even do one of them, but so many people I know do all of them! And that, in my opinion at least, makes them fantastic people. They're kind, they thank EVERYBODY, they listen intently, they look forward to the future rather than regret their past, they don't even MENTION their flaws, and they're completely real and honest with people. Can it really be that difficult? Let's all try it...at least once.
*CUE INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC*
Duh-duh-duh-duhhhhh. Duhduhduh-duh-duhhhh...
Wait that's the song from the NFL Football games. Or maybe it's the Mariners...
Either way, I think it's pretty damn inspirational. YOU SHOULD TOO. Haha, anyways guys. This was just a "Let me tell you what's up" type of blog....
But...
Now I'm done telling you what's up.
So. Keep it classy!
Mel
OH MY GOSH WHAT THE HELL!?! I can't change the color of my text on here! Wait...hang on...oh...I was in "Edit Html" instead of "Compose." THAT'S why the font was all weird! Don't worry guys--mini freak out. The Lovely Miss Melanie is cool now. Phew!
So where were we? RIGHT!
Oh, I love purple :) Okay. So first of all, the obvious one. The one we've been learning since elementary school. Treat others the way you want to be treated. A funky way of saying karma will eat your face if you're a dick to someone. Like...I know on this blog I can be a little..."rawr." (God my bangs are being whores right now. Sorry, A.D.D. moment.) But in person, in real life, if someone is nice to me, I am automatically nice to them. I NEVER treat someone bad unless they've treated me bad with no apology. I mean come on. If you don't follow this rule, you're an ass. Plain. And. Simple.
Also something everyone should've learned in elementary school: Thank people. For their time, money, criticism, EVERYTHING. Because they're helping you. EVEN when they're criticizing you. For an example, not about criticism but just of thanking someone for even a small thing, I thank bus drivers every time I get on AND OFF their bus. I know it's their job to do it, but they honestly could've easily stayed home and watched TV all day. I mean, come on. Easy karma points. Thank someone, you get a gold star. Simple as that. I can't even begin to imagine how many times I must say "Thank you" in a day. Holy cow. Haha.
Listen to people. LISTEN. There's actually a group on Facebook that's called "I didn't hear what you just said, but I'll laugh and hope it wasn't a question." Or something like that :P Of course--I joined it. Because who hasn't been in this situation?! Anyways. Although I've been in this little pridicament...I've realized listening to someone can be both beneficial to you AND that person. Obviously people say things that can be pointless. But if you show you're listening, that can boost their confidence to the MAX. I mean I say pointless shit all the time and it kills me when people look at me weird. Haha, it happens a lot, sadly. But it's not that hard to listen.
Try not to dwell on the past. I know it's hard--I still catch myself doing it a billion times, I'll admit. But it puts you in a really bad mood...which puts others in a bad mood. I know I've been dwelling on my parents' divorce for 3 years. It KILLS me at times. I just lock myself in my room and wait till I fall asleep, 'cause I know when I wake up I'll be starving and I'll just eat my feelings. Hahaha, so sad! But true...and really. Emotions are contagious. I know from experience. It's like a domino effect. When one person's mood drops, another's does, and then another, blah blah blah. Dwelling on the past is extremely bad for your mood! SO BAD. Look into the future. Imagine what's in store for you. Imagine what you could DO with your life, rather than what you should've done. HOLY CRAP that's deep.
Be proud of your flaws. This is so cheesy. But it'll help your confidence times a billion!!! Let me list a ton of what I think my flaws are, and why I actually kind of like them. My shortness. Con: being used as an arm rest at times. Pro: I can ask guys to get something from a high shelf! :D Let's see, what else...OH!!!!!!!!! My scar. My hideous, obnoxious scar. Con: I wasn't able to wear a bikini for an extremely long time because of how I felt about it...I felt like everyone was staring at my back, and it's all that I could think about. Pro: It defines me. I know I talk to my mom about getting it fixed and shit. And she always says "It's a part of you. It's who you are." And I get it. I finally get it. It took going to prom in a backless dress for me to finally, fully get it. So step out of your comfort zone, and embrace what your mama and papa gave ya!
BE. REAL. BE REAL BE REAL BE FREAKING REAL. Don't go around being someone you think you should be. Be someone you KNOW you should be. Or if you don't know who that is, dig deep. You'll find that person. Nobody wants to hang around a poser. I know this from TONS of experience. (And I know people are gonna be like, "Melanie. You're 18 years old. Stop saying you have so much experience." But you don't even know. I've been around so many posers--this year especially!) Fake people bother me. And people who bother me end up on this blog. Is that what you want?! Because if you do really want to be THAT MUCH of the center of attention, then hell, pose! Pose like you've never posed before!! GO YOU! :D (That wasn't supposed to sound sarcastic, it was supposed to sound like I was cheering for them...I guess it failed...oh, and if you haven't guessed, the bright green in the middle of each thought is my code for me having an A.D.D. moment.)
This is turning out to be such a pretty post!!! So basically the moral of this extremely deep post is if you're at least doing one of these things...you're amazing. I know it's hard to even do one of them, but so many people I know do all of them! And that, in my opinion at least, makes them fantastic people. They're kind, they thank EVERYBODY, they listen intently, they look forward to the future rather than regret their past, they don't even MENTION their flaws, and they're completely real and honest with people. Can it really be that difficult? Let's all try it...at least once.
*CUE INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC*
Duh-duh-duh-duhhhhh. Duhduhduh-duh-duhhhh...
Wait that's the song from the NFL Football games. Or maybe it's the Mariners...
Either way, I think it's pretty damn inspirational. YOU SHOULD TOO. Haha, anyways guys. This was just a "Let me tell you what's up" type of blog....
But...
Now I'm done telling you what's up.
So. Keep it classy!
Mel
May 26, 2010
Dedication
So I've had this extreme infatuation with the band Jimmy Eat World lately. Namely their songs called Sweetness, The Middle, and Hear You Me. The lead singer Jim Adkins has an ex-freaking-straordinary voice. The song Hear You Me reminds me so much of what I'd say to my grandma right now.
There's no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go
I never said thank you for that
'thought I might get one more chance
What would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud
I never said thank you for that
Now I'll never have a chance
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
So what would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud
I never said thank you for that
Now I'll never have a chance
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
(May angels lead you in)
May angels lead you in
(May angels lead you in)
May angels lead you in
And if you were with me tonight
I'd sing to you just one more time
A song for a heart so big
God wouldn't let it live
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
Gahhhh I love it. And grandma, I love you. Each time I hear this--I know you don't want me to, but I do anyway--I start to tear up. Just because I miss you more than anyone could understand, and grandpa Christensen, you too. I made aebleskivers yesterday and thought about you.
Love you two :)
And readers, you too! I'm at my 47th post :D
Peace, yo.
There's no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go
I never said thank you for that
'thought I might get one more chance
What would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud
I never said thank you for that
Now I'll never have a chance
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
So what would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud
I never said thank you for that
Now I'll never have a chance
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
(May angels lead you in)
May angels lead you in
(May angels lead you in)
May angels lead you in
And if you were with me tonight
I'd sing to you just one more time
A song for a heart so big
God wouldn't let it live
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
Gahhhh I love it. And grandma, I love you. Each time I hear this--I know you don't want me to, but I do anyway--I start to tear up. Just because I miss you more than anyone could understand, and grandpa Christensen, you too. I made aebleskivers yesterday and thought about you.
Love you two :)
And readers, you too! I'm at my 47th post :D
Peace, yo.
May 16, 2010
My Future...
Graduation is nearing, reality is setting in, and I've been thinking a lot about my future and what I want out of my life. So I thought I'd have it all on here! So, here goes.
1. Finish high school
2. Have the most kick-ass summer of my high school life
3. Go to school to become a respiratory therapist--what I've wanted to do for the past few years (And get my own apartment near school so I could live with Teetu)
4. Graduate from the program after taking the Certification and Registered RT exams
5. Get a job at Children's Hospital in Seattle
6. Work my way up to work in the Infant Intensive Care Unit
7. Find a guy who respects me for me, thinks I'm beautiful--not hot, who I could laugh with, who would care for me and be sure to never take me for granted.
8. Find a house and get married to said man.
9. After a couple years I'll want two kids--a boy and a girl, sadly I already have names in mind.
That's all I care to think about for now, I don't wanna think about growing old and all that junk yet! Just the fun stuff :)
And for those of you who don't know, I want to become a respiratory therapist because I've been through so much crap with my asthma it should be in the Guinness Book of World Records. Come to think of it, not a bad idea. But anyway, I thought I should put all of it to...good(?) use, and help infants who've had similar problems as I have, help relate to them, and try to give them the best possible hospital visit as I can--because God knows hospitals SUCK. And Children's Hospital in Seattle has pretty much been my second home, and it's absolutely the most amazing atmosphere, despite the many sick children--they always seem to have smiles on their faces no matter their sickness.
I cannot WAIT to start on my list...I just can't!!!
Love you,
M
1. Finish high school
2. Have the most kick-ass summer of my high school life
3. Go to school to become a respiratory therapist--what I've wanted to do for the past few years (And get my own apartment near school so I could live with Teetu)
4. Graduate from the program after taking the Certification and Registered RT exams
5. Get a job at Children's Hospital in Seattle
6. Work my way up to work in the Infant Intensive Care Unit
7. Find a guy who respects me for me, thinks I'm beautiful--not hot, who I could laugh with, who would care for me and be sure to never take me for granted.
8. Find a house and get married to said man.
9. After a couple years I'll want two kids--a boy and a girl, sadly I already have names in mind.
That's all I care to think about for now, I don't wanna think about growing old and all that junk yet! Just the fun stuff :)
And for those of you who don't know, I want to become a respiratory therapist because I've been through so much crap with my asthma it should be in the Guinness Book of World Records. Come to think of it, not a bad idea. But anyway, I thought I should put all of it to...good(?) use, and help infants who've had similar problems as I have, help relate to them, and try to give them the best possible hospital visit as I can--because God knows hospitals SUCK. And Children's Hospital in Seattle has pretty much been my second home, and it's absolutely the most amazing atmosphere, despite the many sick children--they always seem to have smiles on their faces no matter their sickness.
I cannot WAIT to start on my list...I just can't!!!
Love you,
M
May 15, 2010
Mommy
I'm sorry you thought I hate you and that you make my life misery. It makes me sad that you'd actually think that in the first place. My blog is just this moment of GR-ness that I have to get out, and that's where my last one came from. I love you moses, and I love you.
<3 smelly
<3 smelly
May 8, 2010
Today started out fantastic. Actually...
(Let me start out by saying, Nhat, that I introduced you to the word "bomb sauce." I remember because it was on skype, and you were like "bomb sauce??" and I was like "yeah! it's my word." I saw what you were talking to Raegan about, congrats on UW Bothell though)
The fantastic-ness started yesterday when Alicia came over, and we tie dyed and made jello shots. She spent the night, then in the morning I "took the dog out" and brought in her first scavenger hunt clue (Derek asked her to prom today. :) I helped.) We went to Third Place Books, then the Seattle Aquarium, then Seattle Center House, then finally ended up at Gasworks Park.
Where I got my first ticket--parking, but nonetheless a ticket--but anyways.
Got home, had dinner at my dad's, packed my things, and left to my mom's. Five minutes after I get into the door, and after my mom gives us souvenirs from Florida, she decides she's starving, and said Jose (new fiancee) was taking her out to dinner.
She'd been in Florida since like Tuesday or something. Hadn't seen us kids since then. And she fucking ditches us. For him. Again.
And so I text her like three times asking her once where tape is, once why she got my 19 year old brother a book on how to mix alcoholic drinks, and once I said "Helloooo. This is your daughter" and she never replied. Shows where her priorities are. THEN. She got home and asked why I was mad at her. I shrugged my shoulders, then she got pissed at me. For being mad at her. Because mature people do that. Right about now, yes, at eleven p.m., I would just adore a damn run.
Dear mother, thank you for ruining my day.
To be honest, I have zero words to explain my feelings right now. I'm in the worst mood.
So...yeah?
M
The fantastic-ness started yesterday when Alicia came over, and we tie dyed and made jello shots. She spent the night, then in the morning I "took the dog out" and brought in her first scavenger hunt clue (Derek asked her to prom today. :) I helped.) We went to Third Place Books, then the Seattle Aquarium, then Seattle Center House, then finally ended up at Gasworks Park.
Where I got my first ticket--parking, but nonetheless a ticket--but anyways.
Got home, had dinner at my dad's, packed my things, and left to my mom's. Five minutes after I get into the door, and after my mom gives us souvenirs from Florida, she decides she's starving, and said Jose (new fiancee) was taking her out to dinner.
She'd been in Florida since like Tuesday or something. Hadn't seen us kids since then. And she fucking ditches us. For him. Again.
And so I text her like three times asking her once where tape is, once why she got my 19 year old brother a book on how to mix alcoholic drinks, and once I said "Helloooo. This is your daughter" and she never replied. Shows where her priorities are. THEN. She got home and asked why I was mad at her. I shrugged my shoulders, then she got pissed at me. For being mad at her. Because mature people do that. Right about now, yes, at eleven p.m., I would just adore a damn run.
Dear mother, thank you for ruining my day.
To be honest, I have zero words to explain my feelings right now. I'm in the worst mood.
So...yeah?
M
May 6, 2010
I'M. DONE.
I'm done caring about what other people think of me.
I'm done caring about my parents moving on from each other. No matter how fucking soon it is. I'm done.
I'm done being upset when my dad ditches me and my little brother while watching a movie to talk to his slut of a girlfriend. Half an hour before the movie ends. But no worries, I'm done. Remember? I'm done.
I'm done believing in my parents. I'm on my own, now. Although I'm 18 and this is supposed to be inevitable, before today I believed that they still had the right, and willingness, to take care of me. Funny that isn't currently happening.
I'm done dressing for cold weather. It's may. I'm wearing a dress tomorrow, damn it.
I'm done thinking that boys will be like in the movies--the one to come up to a girl, not the other way around. Life's not a movie, Melanie. Life is definitely not a movie.
I'm done trying to figure OUT life. What the HELL is life. What is it? Will someone please be kind enough to just tell me? I'm completely oblivious, I guess. Well, besides the fact that it is TOTALLY fucked up.
I'm done eavesdropping on my dad's phone calls. I'm just setting myself up for things I don't want to hear.
I'm done expecting me to be my dad's number one girl anymore. Obviously skank-whore girlfriend matters more to him than his time with me. Little does he realize his time is running out and I can't be his little girl anymore. I can't. He also doesn't remember all of the time I've spent in the hospital, the many times I've almost died, LITERALLY. Died. Those times aren't over yet. He doesn't realize how bad my asthma's been lately. Mainly because I haven't told him because I don't want to distract him from his precious girlfriend. As stupid as that is, I still don't want to tell him. Just no.
As many of these things that I'm done with, I am not, however, done with believing in karma. Karma is what I've been relying on the past few months. So far it hasn't given anything back to me, but nevertheless I will rely on it. If you want to tell me differently, that there is no such thing as karma, f-you. Okay? I'm done listening to people talk shit about me, and karma will come back to bite them on the ass. JUST saying.
So. I'm done.
Thank you.
Bye.
M
I'm done caring about my parents moving on from each other. No matter how fucking soon it is. I'm done.
I'm done being upset when my dad ditches me and my little brother while watching a movie to talk to his slut of a girlfriend. Half an hour before the movie ends. But no worries, I'm done. Remember? I'm done.
I'm done believing in my parents. I'm on my own, now. Although I'm 18 and this is supposed to be inevitable, before today I believed that they still had the right, and willingness, to take care of me. Funny that isn't currently happening.
I'm done dressing for cold weather. It's may. I'm wearing a dress tomorrow, damn it.
I'm done thinking that boys will be like in the movies--the one to come up to a girl, not the other way around. Life's not a movie, Melanie. Life is definitely not a movie.
I'm done trying to figure OUT life. What the HELL is life. What is it? Will someone please be kind enough to just tell me? I'm completely oblivious, I guess. Well, besides the fact that it is TOTALLY fucked up.
I'm done eavesdropping on my dad's phone calls. I'm just setting myself up for things I don't want to hear.
I'm done expecting me to be my dad's number one girl anymore. Obviously skank-whore girlfriend matters more to him than his time with me. Little does he realize his time is running out and I can't be his little girl anymore. I can't. He also doesn't remember all of the time I've spent in the hospital, the many times I've almost died, LITERALLY. Died. Those times aren't over yet. He doesn't realize how bad my asthma's been lately. Mainly because I haven't told him because I don't want to distract him from his precious girlfriend. As stupid as that is, I still don't want to tell him. Just no.
As many of these things that I'm done with, I am not, however, done with believing in karma. Karma is what I've been relying on the past few months. So far it hasn't given anything back to me, but nevertheless I will rely on it. If you want to tell me differently, that there is no such thing as karma, f-you. Okay? I'm done listening to people talk shit about me, and karma will come back to bite them on the ass. JUST saying.
So. I'm done.
Thank you.
Bye.
M
April 10, 2010
My First Post Since...
My grandma passed away. I love you grandma. It's still surreal to me that you're gone, and it's been exactly...two weeks. I miss you so much. More than anything.
Now I'm starting to cry.
See, I do have other emotions besides RAWR. Hum, I know I already expressed how much I appreciate all of my friends in the past few weeks. But I wanted to reiterate how much you guys have helped.
Through my parents' divorce, that was my lowest low. Ever. Nothing can bring me lower. You were all there for me every second.
Through my bedstefader Christensen dying, you were still there for me. I was losing my only connection to Denmark, and you kept me from falling again. Which is especially amazing because this was the same time my puppy died (Sage) (Love you farfar and sagey. I miss you both so much. SO much. Bedstefader, I miss you teaching me Danish, and you totally just ranting in Dansk and me only getting like three words out of it all. I miss that. Jeg elske du, very very very VERY much. Sagey, I miss your hype. I know it was incredibly annoying when you were here, and I'm so sorry I got annoyed now. I feel so guilty, and you were only a puppy. I love you sagemeyer. You left much too soon.)
And now through my grandma dying. The one I was extremely close to. SO close to. I'd try to explain the funeral to you, I just can't. I can't think of my grandma...like that, let alone talk about it. God, damn you tears! Stay the HELL INSIDE MAH BODEH. Ugh...the world really did, though, lose an amazing woman. I'm not sure if I explained her sickness to you guys in here, but a couple years ago she was diagnosed with Melanoma (I know it kinda sounds like my name haha), the deadliest form of skin cancer. Then, it was just on her hand. But after time it spread to her lungs, then to her bones. Eventually she barely had any bones in her hips and shoulders. One night, my dad calls me at 11 and told me she can't see. So I grab my little brother, and rush to her house, and she could barely make out who we were, but that subsided. After that, she was just on bedrest. It took her actually a few months to...pass away.
Wow. She's gone.
See it's still...so strange. While she was still here, on bedrest, I'd be by her bedside all the time. I did not ever want to leave her side. I'd wet her lips, give her drops of drink, monitor her breathing...and the past few days my grandpa would hold my hand and give me this look that I would know means "Thank you so much, Melanie. For everything." He doesn't even have to say anything. I've also been cooking like crazy for him.
Grandma, I'll make sure, along with the rest of your loving family, that grandpa is well taken care of. I love you grammy. I...I'm gonna miss going birthday shopping with you. You always took me shopping on my birthday and let me randomly pick out stuff. I'm gonna miss your humor above all. I don't even want to think of what'll go through my mind when I'm in the hospital and grandpa walks in without you...Oh God.
I love you and miss you so much grandma. You will NEVER be forgotten, and you will always be beautiful to me. You were even beautiful when you were extremely sick. Only you can pull that off. Love you.
Again guys...thank you so much. I still can't believe the support you've provided for me and my family.
Love you all, so much.
Melanie M.
Now I'm starting to cry.
See, I do have other emotions besides RAWR. Hum, I know I already expressed how much I appreciate all of my friends in the past few weeks. But I wanted to reiterate how much you guys have helped.
Through my parents' divorce, that was my lowest low. Ever. Nothing can bring me lower. You were all there for me every second.
Through my bedstefader Christensen dying, you were still there for me. I was losing my only connection to Denmark, and you kept me from falling again. Which is especially amazing because this was the same time my puppy died (Sage) (Love you farfar and sagey. I miss you both so much. SO much. Bedstefader, I miss you teaching me Danish, and you totally just ranting in Dansk and me only getting like three words out of it all. I miss that. Jeg elske du, very very very VERY much. Sagey, I miss your hype. I know it was incredibly annoying when you were here, and I'm so sorry I got annoyed now. I feel so guilty, and you were only a puppy. I love you sagemeyer. You left much too soon.)
And now through my grandma dying. The one I was extremely close to. SO close to. I'd try to explain the funeral to you, I just can't. I can't think of my grandma...like that, let alone talk about it. God, damn you tears! Stay the HELL INSIDE MAH BODEH. Ugh...the world really did, though, lose an amazing woman. I'm not sure if I explained her sickness to you guys in here, but a couple years ago she was diagnosed with Melanoma (I know it kinda sounds like my name haha), the deadliest form of skin cancer. Then, it was just on her hand. But after time it spread to her lungs, then to her bones. Eventually she barely had any bones in her hips and shoulders. One night, my dad calls me at 11 and told me she can't see. So I grab my little brother, and rush to her house, and she could barely make out who we were, but that subsided. After that, she was just on bedrest. It took her actually a few months to...pass away.
Wow. She's gone.
See it's still...so strange. While she was still here, on bedrest, I'd be by her bedside all the time. I did not ever want to leave her side. I'd wet her lips, give her drops of drink, monitor her breathing...and the past few days my grandpa would hold my hand and give me this look that I would know means "Thank you so much, Melanie. For everything." He doesn't even have to say anything. I've also been cooking like crazy for him.
Grandma, I'll make sure, along with the rest of your loving family, that grandpa is well taken care of. I love you grammy. I...I'm gonna miss going birthday shopping with you. You always took me shopping on my birthday and let me randomly pick out stuff. I'm gonna miss your humor above all. I don't even want to think of what'll go through my mind when I'm in the hospital and grandpa walks in without you...Oh God.
I love you and miss you so much grandma. You will NEVER be forgotten, and you will always be beautiful to me. You were even beautiful when you were extremely sick. Only you can pull that off. Love you.
Again guys...thank you so much. I still can't believe the support you've provided for me and my family.
Love you all, so much.
Melanie M.
March 27, 2010
A Huge Thank You
So this past week has been hell for me. My grandma is extremely sick and barely with us, and I just wanted to thank every single one of my friends who's texted me, messaged me, just given me any type of contact telling me they're either praying for me, thinking of me and my family...there are absolutely no words to explain how grateful I am to you guys. This past week has both tested my patience and also showed me who my real friends are, and I...wow. Thank you guys. So much. I love you, and I hope you know that. I'm sitting by my grandma's bedside right now, in fact. She can't really talk to us, but she can hear. And the past couple days I'd whisper in her ear that all my amazing friends are praying for her, and she'd turn her head slightly, and that's how I know she's still mentally with us. Her heartbeat's getting pretty irregular though, and she's basically gasping for breath, but I've only left her side to eat and sleep. After 17 years of her sitting by my hospital bedside, it's honestly the least I could do. This week has also changed my whole perspective on things. Usually I'm the one laying down extremely sick with loved ones surrounding me, now I realize this situation isn't fun at all either.
Thank you to everyone who's keeping my family in their thoughts. I love all of you and appreciate EVERYTHING.
Love always,
Melanie
Thank you to everyone who's keeping my family in their thoughts. I love all of you and appreciate EVERYTHING.
Love always,
Melanie
March 25, 2010
Holy. Effing. Hoe.
Ready everybody?! On the count of three....1....2....3!!!!!!
YAY FOR MATURITYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Dances around while confetti comes fluttering down on our heads* So man, do I have a long story for you! It basically all starts with me and Alicia planning this AMAZING prom night, limo, dinner, everything. We're getting a huge group together in order for it to be as cheap as possible, right? Right! So we send out a MASS facebook message to all who's invited, and everyone who's planning on coming is super psyched!! Mine and Alicia's MAIN goal is to do all the dirty work since it was our idea, and so we'll make it a lot easier for everyone else, them only having to pay their share! Simple right?
*Annoying buzzing sound from those game show things letting the person know they're wrong*
WRONG!!!!!
So on this mass facebook message, this girl...let's name her Moody. DUDE PERFECT!!! God I'm good. Damn. I'm kinda proud of myself now...anyway!! She gets in on the message, and all of a sudden we get the news that we lost the Party Bus we wanted. So me and Alicia are a little ticked off, but no big deal. Moody starts totally f*cking TAKING OVER and looking for a backup plan...and I hate it when people take control of things that they have no right over. So I kindly text her saying, "Look, I really appreciate you helping us, but this is mine and Alicia's thing and we're just trying to make it easier for everyone else." She replies saying "....ok...i was just trying to help." You know, the whole guilt trip thing.
So I say, "Oh I know, and thanks." Next thing I know, I go to the News Feed on facebook, and she had posted a status saying "Moody *** **** ....going to youth group. bye." Draaaama Queeeen. But wait, there's more!!
So today. (This was all...last night? I think?) My friend Shabnam texts me saying "Hey I need to talk to you about something. Without *** there." So I meet her at our locker, and guess what the hell she tells me? That Moody and *** were talking about me. In choir. And that they have a composition book dedicated to your's truly. Apparently Moody said something along the lines of "Oh my gosh, I can't believe what Melanie's doing lately, I'm not gonna take any of her crap anymore! If she does one more thing like this, that's it, I'm not going to prom with them." And apparently *** said "Oh well if you don't go, I won't!"
...
What the f*ck happened to talking to someone about this to their face? Like...how God damn junior high is that? I remember when I made composition books to pass notes about people. IN SEVENTH GRADE. Way to go, Moody. New low, even for you.
Still not done, by the way.
So, I get home from school, and guess what?! A facebook status update from Moody *** ****!!! It says "Moody *** **** ....had a bad day..." And who comments on it? Her mother. I'm going to copy and paste it onto here EXACTLY how it is, spelling errors and all.
I know you know that I don't need to say anything about this.But you also know that I cannot keep my mouth shut. You need to rise above and move on. Do not cater to this drama. 3 months from now, none of this is going to matter. You will be in California and in college and this bad day won't mean a thing. Create your own happiness and do NOT let other people dictate it for you. You are strong, smart and beautiful, but very opinionated. Remember that our brand of sarcasm does not work for everyone. Other people are sensative and we need to keep that in mind when commenting on things or people. The verbal attack you received today, was unnecessary and wrong and as much as you tried to make it right, the other offending party did not see where they were wrong as well.
Prom will be great, it will be awesome and I will help you create a memory that will last you a lifetime.
I <3>
Bull. Shit.
Let's make a list of the things that don't sit well with me! So, presenting in order of which they appear....Moody's Mom's Lies!!!
1. "Do NOT let other people dictate it for you." So now the Lovely Miss Melanie is the Hitler of emotions? Classic.
2. "You are strong, smart and beautiful." *cough* YOU'RE MOM'S A LIAR *cough*
3. "...our brand of sarcasm does not work for everyone." Sarcasm was not used once in the past 2 days. I know sarcasm. It may take me a while to get it, but I KNOW sarcasm when I hear it. God.
4. "...other people are sensative..." you spelled sensitive wrong, smarts.
5. "The verbal attack you received today, was unnecessary and wrong and as much as you tried to make it right..." Couple things wrong with this. a.) verbal attacks usually include screaming and yelling. I seriously POLITELY told her thank you for helping, but it's mine and Alicia's baby. If I verbal attacked Moody, then she must have verbally killed me. No joke. She was so much worse to me than I was to her. b.) WRONG COMMA PLACEMENT, WHORE. God that bothers me! Just a random little comma in there. c.) She did not try to make it right. If she wanted to make it right she'd talk to my face about it. I hate it when people are passive aggressive. I. Hate. It. Be a real woman and come up to me, say, "Melanie, shit's going down." and just give it to me.
Or I will post a very very detailed blog about you. Just saying.
So that's basically the school drama going on right now.
Everyone...pray for my grandma. We're thinking she's going to pass away tonight, and I just want her to be as comfortable as possible.
Thanks so much guys.
Love you all!
Minus Mr. BRM, SDC, Moody, and all those lovely people out there!
Peace out,
The Lovely Miss Melanie
YAY FOR MATURITYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Dances around while confetti comes fluttering down on our heads* So man, do I have a long story for you! It basically all starts with me and Alicia planning this AMAZING prom night, limo, dinner, everything. We're getting a huge group together in order for it to be as cheap as possible, right? Right! So we send out a MASS facebook message to all who's invited, and everyone who's planning on coming is super psyched!! Mine and Alicia's MAIN goal is to do all the dirty work since it was our idea, and so we'll make it a lot easier for everyone else, them only having to pay their share! Simple right?
*Annoying buzzing sound from those game show things letting the person know they're wrong*
WRONG!!!!!
So on this mass facebook message, this girl...let's name her Moody. DUDE PERFECT!!! God I'm good. Damn. I'm kinda proud of myself now...anyway!! She gets in on the message, and all of a sudden we get the news that we lost the Party Bus we wanted. So me and Alicia are a little ticked off, but no big deal. Moody starts totally f*cking TAKING OVER and looking for a backup plan...and I hate it when people take control of things that they have no right over. So I kindly text her saying, "Look, I really appreciate you helping us, but this is mine and Alicia's thing and we're just trying to make it easier for everyone else." She replies saying "....ok...i was just trying to help." You know, the whole guilt trip thing.
So I say, "Oh I know, and thanks." Next thing I know, I go to the News Feed on facebook, and she had posted a status saying "Moody *** **** ....going to youth group. bye." Draaaama Queeeen. But wait, there's more!!
So today. (This was all...last night? I think?) My friend Shabnam texts me saying "Hey I need to talk to you about something. Without *** there." So I meet her at our locker, and guess what the hell she tells me? That Moody and *** were talking about me. In choir. And that they have a composition book dedicated to your's truly. Apparently Moody said something along the lines of "Oh my gosh, I can't believe what Melanie's doing lately, I'm not gonna take any of her crap anymore! If she does one more thing like this, that's it, I'm not going to prom with them." And apparently *** said "Oh well if you don't go, I won't!"
...
What the f*ck happened to talking to someone about this to their face? Like...how God damn junior high is that? I remember when I made composition books to pass notes about people. IN SEVENTH GRADE. Way to go, Moody. New low, even for you.
Still not done, by the way.
So, I get home from school, and guess what?! A facebook status update from Moody *** ****!!! It says "Moody *** **** ....had a bad day..." And who comments on it? Her mother. I'm going to copy and paste it onto here EXACTLY how it is, spelling errors and all.
I know you know that I don't need to say anything about this.But you also know that I cannot keep my mouth shut. You need to rise above and move on. Do not cater to this drama. 3 months from now, none of this is going to matter. You will be in California and in college and this bad day won't mean a thing. Create your own happiness and do NOT let other people dictate it for you. You are strong, smart and beautiful, but very opinionated. Remember that our brand of sarcasm does not work for everyone. Other people are sensative and we need to keep that in mind when commenting on things or people. The verbal attack you received today, was unnecessary and wrong and as much as you tried to make it right, the other offending party did not see where they were wrong as well.
Prom will be great, it will be awesome and I will help you create a memory that will last you a lifetime.
I <3>
Bull. Shit.
Let's make a list of the things that don't sit well with me! So, presenting in order of which they appear....Moody's Mom's Lies!!!
1. "Do NOT let other people dictate it for you." So now the Lovely Miss Melanie is the Hitler of emotions? Classic.
2. "You are strong, smart and beautiful." *cough* YOU'RE MOM'S A LIAR *cough*
3. "...our brand of sarcasm does not work for everyone." Sarcasm was not used once in the past 2 days. I know sarcasm. It may take me a while to get it, but I KNOW sarcasm when I hear it. God.
4. "...other people are sensative..." you spelled sensitive wrong, smarts.
5. "The verbal attack you received today, was unnecessary and wrong and as much as you tried to make it right..." Couple things wrong with this. a.) verbal attacks usually include screaming and yelling. I seriously POLITELY told her thank you for helping, but it's mine and Alicia's baby. If I verbal attacked Moody, then she must have verbally killed me. No joke. She was so much worse to me than I was to her. b.) WRONG COMMA PLACEMENT, WHORE. God that bothers me! Just a random little comma in there. c.) She did not try to make it right. If she wanted to make it right she'd talk to my face about it. I hate it when people are passive aggressive. I. Hate. It. Be a real woman and come up to me, say, "Melanie, shit's going down." and just give it to me.
Or I will post a very very detailed blog about you. Just saying.
So that's basically the school drama going on right now.
Everyone...pray for my grandma. We're thinking she's going to pass away tonight, and I just want her to be as comfortable as possible.
Thanks so much guys.
Love you all!
Minus Mr. BRM, SDC, Moody, and all those lovely people out there!
Peace out,
The Lovely Miss Melanie
March 12, 2010
Dear Asthma,
I know you love me and everything, and you want to stay in my lungs, but I'm kind of tired of you holding me back. I know, I know...harsh...and I know you make me "me," but I want to run, I want to swim, I want to be free to take my puppy for runs. So if you don't mind, please go away. It's hard explaining to people why I can't do things everyone else can, and I hate carrying around my little inhaler everywhere. And when I have to go to the hospital, it's humiliating. Last spring break you made me miss Cancun! WHAT THE FUCKOOKIE?! What'd I do to you? Hmm?? I don't feel...normal. I CAN'T feel normal with you, you're what came out of me having surgery when I was a baby. So not only do I have severe asthma, but I have an eight inch scar on my back!
So thanks for everything, or rather thanks for nothing!
Love (hate) always,
Melanie Johnson
So thanks for everything, or rather thanks for nothing!
Love (hate) always,
Melanie Johnson
March 2, 2010
NEW
LAPTOP!!!! Isn't that great?! It's amazing and red and shiny and amazing! Again. :) But...I need to vent about what happened when we GOT it. (My dad took me.)
K. So we went to Best Buy (I'd make a nickname for it...but really everyone knows Best Buy!!) and we were talking to this SUPER nice geek squad guy about this computer. And he was talking about the 2 year warranty. My dad starts like HARASSING this poor guy!! My face turns bright red. My dad has his don't-you-dare-fuck-with-me face on, and I am just dying inside, feeling so bad for this poor man. My dad's career has caused him to become this total skeptic, like apparently EVERYONE lies, and I'm not allowed to say what his job is on the internet. Because...people will find him? Haha, it's not that bad of a career. At all. Again, he's a skeptic.
God save me this summer... two weeks in Arizona with him, little brother, and my father's girlfriend.
Shoot me?
Mel.
Oh! To the few who actually read this, should I start a vlog?! My laptop has a webcam on it and I think it'd be fun! So I don't know.
Hmmm...that's it!
Mellery [like] Celery
P.S. my stupid injured cow of a car's radio is a tard. I will shoot. That. Car.
:)
K. So we went to Best Buy (I'd make a nickname for it...but really everyone knows Best Buy!!) and we were talking to this SUPER nice geek squad guy about this computer. And he was talking about the 2 year warranty. My dad starts like HARASSING this poor guy!! My face turns bright red. My dad has his don't-you-dare-fuck-with-me face on, and I am just dying inside, feeling so bad for this poor man. My dad's career has caused him to become this total skeptic, like apparently EVERYONE lies, and I'm not allowed to say what his job is on the internet. Because...people will find him? Haha, it's not that bad of a career. At all. Again, he's a skeptic.
God save me this summer... two weeks in Arizona with him, little brother, and my father's girlfriend.
Shoot me?
Mel.
Oh! To the few who actually read this, should I start a vlog?! My laptop has a webcam on it and I think it'd be fun! So I don't know.
Hmmm...that's it!
Mellery [like] Celery
P.S. my stupid injured cow of a car's radio is a tard. I will shoot. That. Car.
:)
February 24, 2010
This isn't a venting one! So if you enjoy seeing my frustration...
Go away!! Just kidding. But really!! I'm actually in a fan-freaking-tastic mood, today was a good day. So let's get started!
OH WAIT. No, it started out pretty crappy! So NOW let's get started!!
Morning.
I wake up, feeling pretty good, only pressed my snooze button on my phone four times this morning...improvement! Go upstairs, have an amazing (travel) mug of coffee...bond with my puppy Teetu for a bit, and when it comes time to leave, I do!
Go outside, get in my car, and start on my way. Well, I live on what bothell...ians call "Nike Hill," this pretty big hill, and my road is like RIGHT on it. So, I turn off of my road, and start up the hill. My car stops. Then TAKES OFF!!! It did this like four times JUST going up the hill! So of course I totally freak out, because cars were gaining on my stupid little put-puttering car, and once I turn at the top of the hill, I pull of to the side of the road, call my dad, and let my car rest. After a few minutes, I tried it again, and it was fine!
...so I thought, of course. I make it ALL the way to the bottom of the hill that my school's on, and it starts doing it again. By then I'm totally fed up with my car, like really. My car, in the past, has just randomly stopped in the middle of a road. MULTIPLE times. Make funny noises...things like that. So of course I was like HELL YEAH, NEW CAR!!!!!!!! So I pull onto a seperate road, pull into this corner-grass-type thing...call my dad. He comes and gets me, drives me the remaining distance to school, and goes to get my car.
Guess what was wrong with my damn car? Out. Of. Gas.
So I suppose we should all be guessing instead what was wrong with ME. BUT! In my defense, there was NO "gas empty" light. Like NORMAL cars. Stupid little hoe.
So onto the good, happy things!!
First Period.
Ohhh boy. So in this class, I sit next to one of my good buddies Nhat, HEY NHAT! Haha, anyways we were reading Shakespeare's Hamlet (well...I was making a bookmark that is going to be totally AMAZING when I finish it, hopefully.) and we had a sub! Which I absolutely love when I have subs, MOST of the time. Well the sub kept like...pausing the readers to explain what, exactly, Shakespeare meant. One time when he did this, he was explaining that Shakespeare used a lot of what was slang back then.
Amazing sub: "In reality, in Elizabethan times, Shakespeare was a dirty old man!" *Cue a few students laughing, including me of course. Everyone knows I'm pretty much always laughing. Unless I'm PISSED haha, anyways!* "When he wrote 'so-and-so will be the death of me...' it was basically talking about having sex and reaching orgasm!" HAAHAHAHAHA!!! No joke!! This was a really old man too!!
Third Period.
(Since we don't have second period on Wednesdays). Meh, cooking class, wasn't AMAZING and wasn't just unbareable. Had a test, finished our poster....pretty good!
Fourth Period.
Again, wasn't horrible. I'm actually kind of enjoying learning about world religions, I find it kind of...hm. Interesting? As weird as that sounds, I'm kind of into learning HOW the world got where it is today, and holy wow. Religion plays a larger role in that than I ever thought it could. It's really interesting to me.
Fifth Period.
Oh my gosh!!! WE'RE LEARNING ABOUT ASTRO-PHYSICS!!!! This is like the first unit I'm actually interested in! I'm so excited. You probably can't tell can you?? WOO!!! I used to want to become an astronaut more than anything, just because every clear night I look up into the sky and WANT TO BE THERE!! Mmm that would be amazing...I still really want to become an astronaut. I just think I'd be more successful as a respiratory therapist and nurse. I know at one point in every child's lives, there's always this astronaut phase. I guess mine's just never really ended! Words can't describe how fantastic I think it'd be to be up there. Gahhh...I'm rambling, so what. Haha, anyways, YESTERDAY we had a sub in that class too! And he was just such a funny nice guy, kinda strange though...came up to a girl who sits behind me named Kelsey and was like "you wanna know how I'll remember you? Well back when my granddaughter was born, we were trying to pick a name, and it was between Kelsey, Katie, and Kendra." and I was trying so hard not to laugh at the random-ness!! Oh it was great. I'm kinda alone in that class, all my friends are towards the front! Like Nhat, Kaitlyn and Michelle. :( I'm just chillin back there. Today we watched a movie with Carl Sagan, an episode of a TV show called Cosmos. I know my older brother likes him 'cause he found a video on YouTube thats Carl Sagan clips of his voice being synced up and stuff, kinda cool. But the only thing about that show is the visual part isn't that impressive (unless they show the plane of the Milky Way, that totally just blew my mind. Gorgeous!!) but the facts were insane! And I love seeing scale models of the planets to the sun, and the sun to even BIGGER red giants...incredible! I feel like such a nerd. But that whole show I was like this the whole time: :O
No kidding!! Hum.
After School.
I gave my friend Kelsey a ride home, was running late for my dentist appointment though!! It's all good. I got there, and the damn dentist assistant was YELLING AT ME for not having my inhaler with me! Like...WHAT?! She was like, "well last time you were here, the woman who cleaned your teeth said you had just had an attack 2 weeks before then, and what would I be able to do if you had an attack?!" Bitch, I know my OWN body, thank you very much. Jesus. On the plus side, she said my hair color made my eyes look insane...so I suppose thats good. Right? Haha...so I got home and we went to visit my grandma, who's been really sick...like she's dying :( she's hanging on though. Love you grammy, I know you aren't reading this but love you!!!
So, that was my day! Pretty eventful, right?? I think so.
Take care, guys!
OH WAIT. No, it started out pretty crappy! So NOW let's get started!!
Morning.
I wake up, feeling pretty good, only pressed my snooze button on my phone four times this morning...improvement! Go upstairs, have an amazing (travel) mug of coffee...bond with my puppy Teetu for a bit, and when it comes time to leave, I do!
Go outside, get in my car, and start on my way. Well, I live on what bothell...ians call "Nike Hill," this pretty big hill, and my road is like RIGHT on it. So, I turn off of my road, and start up the hill. My car stops. Then TAKES OFF!!! It did this like four times JUST going up the hill! So of course I totally freak out, because cars were gaining on my stupid little put-puttering car, and once I turn at the top of the hill, I pull of to the side of the road, call my dad, and let my car rest. After a few minutes, I tried it again, and it was fine!
...so I thought, of course. I make it ALL the way to the bottom of the hill that my school's on, and it starts doing it again. By then I'm totally fed up with my car, like really. My car, in the past, has just randomly stopped in the middle of a road. MULTIPLE times. Make funny noises...things like that. So of course I was like HELL YEAH, NEW CAR!!!!!!!! So I pull onto a seperate road, pull into this corner-grass-type thing...call my dad. He comes and gets me, drives me the remaining distance to school, and goes to get my car.
Guess what was wrong with my damn car? Out. Of. Gas.
So I suppose we should all be guessing instead what was wrong with ME. BUT! In my defense, there was NO "gas empty" light. Like NORMAL cars. Stupid little hoe.
So onto the good, happy things!!
First Period.
Ohhh boy. So in this class, I sit next to one of my good buddies Nhat, HEY NHAT! Haha, anyways we were reading Shakespeare's Hamlet (well...I was making a bookmark that is going to be totally AMAZING when I finish it, hopefully.) and we had a sub! Which I absolutely love when I have subs, MOST of the time. Well the sub kept like...pausing the readers to explain what, exactly, Shakespeare meant. One time when he did this, he was explaining that Shakespeare used a lot of what was slang back then.
Amazing sub: "In reality, in Elizabethan times, Shakespeare was a dirty old man!" *Cue a few students laughing, including me of course. Everyone knows I'm pretty much always laughing. Unless I'm PISSED haha, anyways!* "When he wrote 'so-and-so will be the death of me...' it was basically talking about having sex and reaching orgasm!" HAAHAHAHAHA!!! No joke!! This was a really old man too!!
Third Period.
(Since we don't have second period on Wednesdays). Meh, cooking class, wasn't AMAZING and wasn't just unbareable. Had a test, finished our poster....pretty good!
Fourth Period.
Again, wasn't horrible. I'm actually kind of enjoying learning about world religions, I find it kind of...hm. Interesting? As weird as that sounds, I'm kind of into learning HOW the world got where it is today, and holy wow. Religion plays a larger role in that than I ever thought it could. It's really interesting to me.
Fifth Period.
Oh my gosh!!! WE'RE LEARNING ABOUT ASTRO-PHYSICS!!!! This is like the first unit I'm actually interested in! I'm so excited. You probably can't tell can you?? WOO!!! I used to want to become an astronaut more than anything, just because every clear night I look up into the sky and WANT TO BE THERE!! Mmm that would be amazing...I still really want to become an astronaut. I just think I'd be more successful as a respiratory therapist and nurse. I know at one point in every child's lives, there's always this astronaut phase. I guess mine's just never really ended! Words can't describe how fantastic I think it'd be to be up there. Gahhh...I'm rambling, so what. Haha, anyways, YESTERDAY we had a sub in that class too! And he was just such a funny nice guy, kinda strange though...came up to a girl who sits behind me named Kelsey and was like "you wanna know how I'll remember you? Well back when my granddaughter was born, we were trying to pick a name, and it was between Kelsey, Katie, and Kendra." and I was trying so hard not to laugh at the random-ness!! Oh it was great. I'm kinda alone in that class, all my friends are towards the front! Like Nhat, Kaitlyn and Michelle. :( I'm just chillin back there. Today we watched a movie with Carl Sagan, an episode of a TV show called Cosmos. I know my older brother likes him 'cause he found a video on YouTube thats Carl Sagan clips of his voice being synced up and stuff, kinda cool. But the only thing about that show is the visual part isn't that impressive (unless they show the plane of the Milky Way, that totally just blew my mind. Gorgeous!!) but the facts were insane! And I love seeing scale models of the planets to the sun, and the sun to even BIGGER red giants...incredible! I feel like such a nerd. But that whole show I was like this the whole time: :O
No kidding!! Hum.
After School.
I gave my friend Kelsey a ride home, was running late for my dentist appointment though!! It's all good. I got there, and the damn dentist assistant was YELLING AT ME for not having my inhaler with me! Like...WHAT?! She was like, "well last time you were here, the woman who cleaned your teeth said you had just had an attack 2 weeks before then, and what would I be able to do if you had an attack?!" Bitch, I know my OWN body, thank you very much. Jesus. On the plus side, she said my hair color made my eyes look insane...so I suppose thats good. Right? Haha...so I got home and we went to visit my grandma, who's been really sick...like she's dying :( she's hanging on though. Love you grammy, I know you aren't reading this but love you!!!
So, that was my day! Pretty eventful, right?? I think so.
Take care, guys!
February 20, 2010
You Wanna Know What's Annoying?
PEOPLE WHO AREN'T BEING ANNOYING.
S-FREAKING-DC!!!! Where is she?! I don't have ANY classes with her, and the only time I do see her is between classes :( It really depresses me! But I have noticed she is...EVERYWHERE on Facebook. Like commenting on every single person's status, becoming a fan of multiple different pages...she's everywhere. And a couple weeks ago, I told her happy birthday! And I think she said something like "Thanks!! :)" and, desperate for some sort of SDC-like moment, I said "Dude, SDC (but I said her name :P) I wish we had a class together!!" and as much as I'm currently trying to track it down, I can't find her reply ANYWHERE!! But it was just this rant, like a paragraph long. Ridiculous.
Hmmm...oh God. So my mom is too much of a good person. She's putting up her friend because apparently she's having some really hard times (who isn't though...) so my mother's friend is staying in my older brother's room.
WELL. Ahtram (her name backwards, clever right?! Haha) has a demon child. DEMON. CHILD. Like...the kind of demon child that you think Satan gave birth to him himself. I can handle kids AMAZINGLY. But this kid...no. NO. Let's tell a story about this child!
Setting: Sunday morning, around 9 a.m., Melanie (yours truly obviously) is extremely sick with no voice. Living room, with Demon child, Ahtram, my mommy.
STORY!! So I come downstairs from my room, totally groggy, voiceless, and half dead. By the way, I am the LAST person you want to see in the morning hahaha not a pretty sight! Ask Alicia. Anyways, Ahtram is getting ready for church, having a cup of coffee, and demon child is just sitting there. When it's time for them to leave, demon child CURLS UP ON MY COUCH, in the FETAL POSITION, closes his eyes, and just lays there. After Ahtram saying "*name*, come on! Rebecca (his older sister, 23 i think)'s waiting!" multiple times, he just lays there. So Ahtram comes over, pulls on his arm, and HE KICKS HER INTO OUR F*CKING CHINA HUTCH. And let me tell you, if something in there broke, my mom would've killed. Him. Anyway, then, Ahtram picks up his tennis shoes AND STARTS BEATING HIM WITH THEM!!!!!! In front of morning Melanie, and my mom. Beating him. With his tennis shoes. Really? Awesome parenting skills. So by then, my MOM is yelling at him, and my mom does not yell at people often like that. Actually, ever. And I'm barely managing to get SQUEAKS out of my mouth, my voice was shot. So finally my mom was like "If you don't get out of my house right now, you won't ever be allowed to step back in here." THAT made him get out. So he walks out, and Ahtram is JUST closing the door, and purposefully making sure the door was still open so she could hear, I asked my mom loudly, "What the FUCK just happened?!" And I started crying. It was traumatizing. I was like shaking, and so confused, oh my God.
And like, the MINUTE he walks into my house, the night before all that shit happened, he started raiding the Wii games, and THE REFRIGERATOR. Anyone who knows me knows not to just start looking for food. That is MY FOOD. Don't touch my food, especially if you're a damn demon child!!! Anyways, Ahtram was watching the Olympics on the big screen, which is the TV we use for Wii. He asked HIS MOM if he can play the Wii. OUR Wii. Like, what?! the?! hell?! And...I'm just about done with him. He's gonna be staying every other weekend.
Anybody wanna, like...shoot me? Or kidnap me?! ANYTHING. And Ahtram's staying till April at the least. Help. HELP.
....OR!!! We can perform an exorcism!!! LET'S GO!!!!
Anyways. I think that's about it for tonight...by the way, sorry it's only been FOREVER since I've blogged, like oh my God. I have seriously been so deprived of annoying-ness....
Night guys!
S-FREAKING-DC!!!! Where is she?! I don't have ANY classes with her, and the only time I do see her is between classes :( It really depresses me! But I have noticed she is...EVERYWHERE on Facebook. Like commenting on every single person's status, becoming a fan of multiple different pages...she's everywhere. And a couple weeks ago, I told her happy birthday! And I think she said something like "Thanks!! :)" and, desperate for some sort of SDC-like moment, I said "Dude, SDC (but I said her name :P) I wish we had a class together!!" and as much as I'm currently trying to track it down, I can't find her reply ANYWHERE!! But it was just this rant, like a paragraph long. Ridiculous.
Hmmm...oh God. So my mom is too much of a good person. She's putting up her friend because apparently she's having some really hard times (who isn't though...) so my mother's friend is staying in my older brother's room.
WELL. Ahtram (her name backwards, clever right?! Haha) has a demon child. DEMON. CHILD. Like...the kind of demon child that you think Satan gave birth to him himself. I can handle kids AMAZINGLY. But this kid...no. NO. Let's tell a story about this child!
Setting: Sunday morning, around 9 a.m., Melanie (yours truly obviously) is extremely sick with no voice. Living room, with Demon child, Ahtram, my mommy.
STORY!! So I come downstairs from my room, totally groggy, voiceless, and half dead. By the way, I am the LAST person you want to see in the morning hahaha not a pretty sight! Ask Alicia. Anyways, Ahtram is getting ready for church, having a cup of coffee, and demon child is just sitting there. When it's time for them to leave, demon child CURLS UP ON MY COUCH, in the FETAL POSITION, closes his eyes, and just lays there. After Ahtram saying "*name*, come on! Rebecca (his older sister, 23 i think)'s waiting!" multiple times, he just lays there. So Ahtram comes over, pulls on his arm, and HE KICKS HER INTO OUR F*CKING CHINA HUTCH. And let me tell you, if something in there broke, my mom would've killed. Him. Anyway, then, Ahtram picks up his tennis shoes AND STARTS BEATING HIM WITH THEM!!!!!! In front of morning Melanie, and my mom. Beating him. With his tennis shoes. Really? Awesome parenting skills. So by then, my MOM is yelling at him, and my mom does not yell at people often like that. Actually, ever. And I'm barely managing to get SQUEAKS out of my mouth, my voice was shot. So finally my mom was like "If you don't get out of my house right now, you won't ever be allowed to step back in here." THAT made him get out. So he walks out, and Ahtram is JUST closing the door, and purposefully making sure the door was still open so she could hear, I asked my mom loudly, "What the FUCK just happened?!" And I started crying. It was traumatizing. I was like shaking, and so confused, oh my God.
And like, the MINUTE he walks into my house, the night before all that shit happened, he started raiding the Wii games, and THE REFRIGERATOR. Anyone who knows me knows not to just start looking for food. That is MY FOOD. Don't touch my food, especially if you're a damn demon child!!! Anyways, Ahtram was watching the Olympics on the big screen, which is the TV we use for Wii. He asked HIS MOM if he can play the Wii. OUR Wii. Like, what?! the?! hell?! And...I'm just about done with him. He's gonna be staying every other weekend.
Anybody wanna, like...shoot me? Or kidnap me?! ANYTHING. And Ahtram's staying till April at the least. Help. HELP.
....OR!!! We can perform an exorcism!!! LET'S GO!!!!
Anyways. I think that's about it for tonight...by the way, sorry it's only been FOREVER since I've blogged, like oh my God. I have seriously been so deprived of annoying-ness....
Night guys!
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