"Are You Gonna BLOG About That??"

Actually, yes, this time I am.


For you clueless ones: every time something significant, no scratch that, just something happens to me, my dad asks "Are you gonna BLOG about that??" My usual response is to roll my eyes, say "yes i am!" sarcastically, or simply say nothing and walk away.  


Umm, just to put this out there.  Blogs aren't for telling the world about the recent slug you found in your grilled cheese, or the cute lifeguard you found at the pool, or what color you just painted your toenails.  Thats what TWITTER is for, guys.  


What if I were to write: 


omg i just saw dis funnnny cat thing on tv and i wuzz like totaly loling and thenn ma dadd cums in and he wuzz all 'wtf' and i wuzz like'roflcopters!!!' xD lolololololololz


Umm... we care?  See, thats exactly what I mean.  I don't want to annoy you with the random little details of my life.  Plus, that didn't even happen.  I wuzz just making stuff up.




Oh hey, while we're on the topic of terrible grammar and internet phenomenon, I shall now go into the terrifying world of...

...LOLCATS!!!!!!!!!

Okay, did you laugh at that?  Did you? If you did, I sincerely hope you were laughing at how dumb that picture is.  If not I think you need to get off the computer and go get help.  Because that picture is... uhh... how do I say this without being mean? BAD. 

Okay, I will admit that there are a rare few funny lolcats out there.  But I would have to say the ratio is about 1 good one in every 60 wastes of time.  Here is a 'good one':

(Thanks to Autumn for those pictures... you saved me from hours of painful internet searching!)


That one's pretty funny, you have to admit.  Although I'm not entirely sure it counts as lolcats because it doesn't use white impact font, and the words are in a caption under the picture instead of plastered right next to kitty's face.  But you get the idea.  


OH NO!  I almost forgot!  My quote!  

Deb: I'm trying to earn money for college. 

Kip: [from the background] Your mom goes to college!

-Napoleon Dynamite (2004)

They're Better in Fiction

...but of course, so is everything.  I'm talking about boys of course.


Danny: That's cool baby, you know how it is, rockin' and rollin' and what not. 
Sandy: Danny? 
Danny: That's my name, don't wear it out. 
Sandy: What's the matter with you? 
Danny: What's the matter with me, baby, what's the matter with you? 
Sandy: What happened to the Danny Zuko I met at the beach? 
Danny: Well I do not know. Maybe there's two of us. Why don't you take out a missing person's ad? Or try the yellow pages, I don't know. 
Sandy: You're a fake and a phony and I wish I never laid eyes on you! 


Oh Sandy!  Don't despair!  Danny Zuko does love you!  All you have to do is put on this tight fitting black cat suit and sing to him, and he will see you for who you really are!  


Don't you hate boys?


Well, okay, maybe thats a little harsh.  They aren't all heartless pigs.  And I'll prove it to you.


George Michael: Yeah, Ann loves eggs. Sometimes, she puts mayonnaise in her mouth, then she puts the egg in there and does this
[Imitates pushing an egg around in his mouth] 
George Michael: She calls it a "mayonegg!" 
George Michael: [pause]
[to Michael] 
George Michael: Are you ok? 
Michael (his dad): Yeah, I don't feel so good. 


See?  Isn't that just adorable, the way George Michael talks about his girlfriend?  <3


My point? Guys are much better in fiction than they are in real life.  And to prove it to you, after Danny and Sandy have their little argument, they dance off into the sunset at the end of the movie happily ever after.  The end :) 

So lets explore why fictional guys are much better than the real ones we have to deal with almost every day.  For one thing, in fiction, there is almost always a happy ending, and that's because the guys aren't too lazy to actually go out and get the girl they're in love with.  "Oh, she lives in NYC, which is on the other end of the country from me?  And I've never actually met her, just read this letter she wrote to me?  Well okay, sure.  I'll fly from Seattle to New York to meet her!"  And believe me, Tom Hanks, you'll be glad you did!  (Sleepless in Seattle.)


So here is a list of some things that our real guys could learn from fictional ones.  I don't really know if any guys are reading this, but if you are then I really suggest you take these to heart.  I'm not being critical, I'm just trying to help :)


1) Don't give up so easily- instead of saying "what if", get out there and find out yourself. (Sleepless in Seattle)


2) If she acts like she hates your guts at first, there's a good chance she secretly has feelings for you, even if she doesn't know it yet.  And that works both ways. (Leap Year, Letters to Juliet and countless other romantic comedies.)


3) There is always the possibility that you will have to re-live this day over and over again until you finally do the right thing.  And no, suicide will not get you out of this.  Nice try.  (Ground Hog Day) 


4) If she speaks a different language than you, be sure to learn the basics, and don't assume words like "hermano" are the names of men she's cheating on you with.  (Arrested Development.)


5) Even if your crazy rich, don't buy your wife a giant castle for the two of you to live in.  No matter how good your intentions are, she still probably won't like walking around in a giant empty mansion all day.  (Citizen Kane)


6) Don't jump off a bridge, everyone still loves you! (It's a Wonderful Life)


7) Appearance isn't the most important thing to look for in a girl.  She can be perfectly wonderful even if she is green.  (Wicked)


8) Painting yourself blue may be one way to get a girl's attention, but it really isn't the best way. (Arrested Development)

If you have anything to add to that list, want to ask me "what the heck is Arrested Development?" or just want to share your favorite fictional man, please please comment!  I'd love to hear from you!

Gifted and Talented

1st off... I'M VERY VERY SORRY!  I was supposed to publish this by sunday evening, and I was writing it, I swear to you.  But then I got off in some other direction and you saw what it turned into. (See the previous post.)


2nd off... Here is the opening quote!  I've decided to start each post with an awesome quotes from a movie or TV show, or in some cases a song, which might be relevant to my post or might just be amusing!


Sheldon: What if she ends up with a toddler who doesn't know if he should use an integral or a differential to solve for the area under a curve?
Leonard: I'm sure she'll still love him.
Sheldon: I wouldn't.
-Big Bang Theory


In this case, the quote is somewhat relevant to my topic today.  Wink wink.  Three of my friends and I all just graduated from the GT program, which is basically our county's accelerated learning program.  Or, to put it more simply, the 'smart kid' class.  


Each year in the spring, every 2nd grader in the county takes an IQ test.  If you get above a certain score, then your parents getting a letter saying that you are eligible to be in the GT program, which stands for gifted and talented.  In some schools, there was a GT pullout program for 1st and 2nd graders who excelled at a certain subject.  Not at my elementary school.  Someone made the decision to include everyone instead of singling kids out, so once a semester the "GT Teacher" came to our classroom and gave us a quick lesson to 'unleash our creativity' or something like that.  Believe me, I was pretty excited because 1) I didn't really like my teacher all that much and was itching for someone else to teach us for an hour or two, 2) I would agree to anything with the word creative in it, and 3) I was pretty flippin bored in that class.  I specifically recall waiting 2 hours one day for my classmates to learn how to pronounce the word 'synonym.' And by the time everyone had it down, they had forgotten it's meaning entirely.  You get my point.

So the teacher arrived one day.  She sat in a rocking chair and began her speech about what GT was, blah blah blah, I thought.  When do I get to be creative?  Finally, she started the lesson.  The teacher informed us that the President of the United States has a goal to have people living in a certain location in the next 20 years.  Then she had us guess Mr. Bush's secret location.  After a few unsuccessful kids guessed things like "In the ocean!" "In caves!" and "The jungle!"  I raised my hand with what I thought to be the correct answer.  "In Antarctica?"  I asked.  It made lots of sense if you ask me.  It's an unpopulated continent with lots of penguins and fish and snow, and lots of sciency stuff goes on there, so that makes sense, right?  Wrong.

"No silly!"  The teacher laughed and shook her head at me, as if she had never heard anything more ridiculous.  "Why, the moon of course!"  (And that was the moment I became a liberal!  Kidding, kidding...) Then we were forced to draw pictures of people living on the moon.  Sigh.

So you can imagine, when my parents got the letter that I was 'invited' to be in the GT program, I wasn't the slightest bit happy.  Also, it meant I would be going to a different school away from my friends.  But it wasn't like I really had a choice.

However, I adjusted pretty well.  I liked most of my teachers.  My only complaint was the math.  Basically, every other subject was the same as regular ed but with more homework.  But math, however, we were forced to be a grade ahead.  And let me tell you, that did not sit well with me.  For one thing, I was (and still am) horrible at math.  It took me a few months longer than everyone else in my class to even remotely understand what in the world multiplication was.  This would have been a lot more bearable if I had a teacher who understood that just because your IQ is a bit above average, it doesn't mean your good at everything academic.  Sadly, this was not the case.  Everyone at my school seemed to be math geniuses.  Go figure.

But, however slowly, elementary school finally ended.  In middle school, my math problem was solved, somewhat.  I was able to go into honors math instead of Algebra (a high school math course that goes on your GPA.)  My classes weren't really all that hard, and after a week or two I figured out that I needed to turn right out of the locker bay, not left, in order to get to the gym.  The real big difference from GT and regular ed in middle school is mostly just social.  I never realized just how sheltered I was until I got to middle school.

So, if whoever came up with GT is reading this (which I highly doubt but you never know), I think it's a great idea on paper but it has been administered in the completely wrong way.  (Hey, just like communism!  I'm making connections!)

Thats it for now... I can't talk about school related things anymore.  It's summer!  Goodbye!

Wait, one more thing! For 3 more takes on the GT program, visit these excellent blogs!
Uneeversall Stoopitittee
Stars, Planets, and Life
Smile and Save the World

Change

When I was in 3rd grade, I was sent to a new school, away from my friends, because a standardized test told me that I was smarter than they were.  It only took me a few hours in 3rd grade to make a few friends, and life wasn't so bad anymore.  In elementary school there were about 100 kids in my grade.  That made out to 4 classes of 25, 2 of which were GT.  The other two were kids who lived in the school district, commonly refereed to as "base" students.  (I'm amazed at how long it took teachers to realize that this name was somewhat derogatory.)  So I lived in a tiny, secluded universe of the same 50 people every year.  By the time we reached 6th grade, there were clear, distinct cliques for both boys and girls.  I'll spare you the details, but basically, your clique was decided based on if you were a boy or girl, and if you were "popular" or not.  I was an unpopular girl.  The popular girls never acknowledged us, and at first I really didn't care.  I had friends, I liked them, and they liked me.  But by the end of 6th grade I was extremely fed up with our whole "class" system.  I was sick and tired of people treating me differently because of the fact that I usually wore t-shirts and cargo pants instead of aeropostale tees and skinny jeans, or that I liked the color black, or that I hung out with boys instead of girls on occasion.

You see, as soon as elementary school was over I had it in my head that there was something wrong with the way I was, and that in order to be happy I had to stop being an individual and start wearing clothes that inform the world where I  bought them.  I told myself I had to start acting more like the girls I resented so much and care more about things like what color my nails were, how pretty my hair was, or which Jonas Brother was the cutest.

When I got to middle school, only a few other people from elementary school were at my new school, and only a handful were in my classes at all.  In no time I made new friends, and I was happy that they saw the "new" me, who was somewhat girly, confident, and didn't wear skater clothes.  In short, I thought that I was happy.  But over time, I've come to realize something.  Each and every one of my friends is an individual.  Some are girly, some aren't.  They all have their own taste in music, and they wear whatever they like.  They aren't afraid to tell people what they really think, and they have amazing unique personalities.  And none of them have own a single shred of Jonas Brother fan clothing.  (At least not that I've seen...) So what I've realized is this: I may have changed a lot since over the past few years, and my friends seem to like me the way I am.  But you know what?  I have a feeling that if I was still the same girl who wore skater t-shirts and cargo pants and occasionally painted her nails black, my friends would still be my friends.  And let me tell you something else.  Friends like that come once in a life time.

On the other hand, I'm not saying that I've had a revelation and have decided to 'go back' to the way I used to be.  Who knows, maybe I changed because I really did have other interests and not because of my peers.  Maybe I didn't.  But now I've come to realize that no matter what music I listen to, or what clothes I wear, or how I choose to express myself I know that I don't have to worry because I have the best friends that anyone could ask for.

Advice from an 80s Movie

If you have ever seen the 1986 hit movie Ferris Bueller's Day Off, you will probably agree with me that it is an awesome movie.  If not, I highly recommend you get off the computer, get your butt down to blockbuster or netflix.com or whatever you do and watch this movie.  Not to be pushy or anything...

Anyways, Ferris's motto is as follows: "Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. "  After he says this, he proceeds to...
1) Fake sick so his parents won't send him to school
2) Trick the principal into letting his girlfriend out of school
3) Take his best friend's father's expensive antique car
4) Take his best friend and his girlfriend into Chicago for a day in said car

If I told you number five it would spoil the ending, and we can't have that now, can we? :)

But the reason I'm telling you all of this is because I would just like to offer a bit of advice.  Don't take life too seriously.  You only live once, so have a little fun.  And most importantly, it's never a bad idea to pull a Ferris Bueller and just take a day off.

Hello!

Hi Everyone!

Well... this is it... my blog...

A few things you should know about me.

1) I LOVE movies

2) I am a teenage girl, but don't judge me on that

3) I am obsessed with the TV show glee

4) Haters of glee can stop reading now

5) I enjoy listening to music... typically top 40 but I'm very open to suggestions

6) My favorite movie is Napoleon Dynamite

7) I love to over analyze things

8) I am teaching myself to play the guitar

9) I will be making a lot of movie references... just a fair warning!
10) I would absolutely LOVE it if you would comment on something!  That way I know that this isn't a complete and total waste of time!  

Thats all for now folks!