i watched all of season 1 of buffy the vampire slayer.

things i think are funny:
*people who wear ironic tshirts, but they wear them seriously. which i suppose makes them not ironic. just embarrassing. [well.. most ironic tshirts are just embarrassing no matter what.] the voices in my head...
*that britney spears is still making music. terrible, terrible music....
*the word 'obvi,' which is obvi not a word, just an abbreviation-
*that there are nc-17 movies on netflix [ok. not funny, more disturbed.]

things i really like:
*these new rad tissues my ma bought me with vicks in them.
*microwave kettlecorn
*the wallpaper on my phone.

things that creep me out:
*facebook
*when i accidentally get perfume up my nose


im baaaaaaaaaaaaaackkkkk

synonym for witty

Synonyms: amusing, bright, brilliant, campy, crazy, diverting, droll, entertaining, epigrammatic, facetious, fanciful, gay, humorous, ingenious, intelligent, jocose, jocular, joshing, keen, lively, original, penetrating, piercing, piquant, quick-witted, ridiculous, scintillating, screaming, slapstick, sparkling, waggish, whimsical

... campy?

hahahaha!

sometimes, i internet fall in love with people.

on that note, im really ready for 2011, and in that year maybe i will blog more. because its not that i dont have the time...
i just fail to write down my ideas. and i would not be doing myself a favor if i did not type out my ideas. for myself. [mostly because my handwriting is terrible the older i get and i dont know if i will even be able to read it in a year. but i should work on that for my school notes.....]

and yes, im going back to school in the winter. heyyyyyaaa

Indoor Camping

The other day I turned on 2 fans and opened my window. It was pretty chilly outside, but I just love the feeling of being cold. I bundled up in 4 comforters and was surrounded by pillow. oh dear. I love pillows. Outside it smelled smokey. As I was laying there, trying to sleep, I could only think of one thing.

This is like... Indoor Camping!

There are very few things I enjoy about camping. Mostly I wish I could incorperate everything I want into a perfect camping experience. I love the feeling of my face being cold and the fresh air outside. I like the smell of outside. Basically, the only thing I really like about camping is that it is outside. I always wish I had at least 5 blankets and a nice mattress under me. I wish I could be somewhere free of ticks. Other than that- I would just love camping.

And I basically slept as good as I would have if I was camping- meaning I woke up probably at 4:30 am. And that, to me, is camping.

Ok. It may not sound even close to camping. But at 2 am, it felt like it.

Y

and now on to something more serious.

I would like everyone right now to stand and give me a round of applause. Because I got 100% on my phlebotomy final test this week. And I am very proud of myself. So... I will give you a minute to do that.

Kthxbyeeeeeeeeeeeee

I hope my children are like me.

Recently, my mom made me go through a box of things from my childhood and throw away /reorganize everything [completely trashing my living space and creating many distractions.]

If there is one thing i learned about my childhood, its that i wanted to be a writer. And i wrote a lot of ridiculous stories. If i think about it really, i remember writing stories as far back as i think i could write. before i could write. i was a dramatic child. and now im embarrassed because i did not fulfill my childhood dream of being a famous writer. i guess im only 22 and i still have a bright future.... hahhaaaaaaa. anyway, for your entertainment, i am including one of my many odd stories i wrote as a weird little girl, im guessing i was somewhere between 4th and 6th grade. i stayed naive for a long time.

heyyaaaaa:

In medford, colorado, lives a group of five kids. their names are Blossom, Nate, Madalyn, Olive, and Garnet [wtf? ha] Nate, the only boy of the group, always felt extra special. Blossom was so beautiful! Her long silvery-red hair just dangled past her shoulders. Garnet was the dreamer. She would dream and dream and dream. She had many fantasies. Most very unrealistic. [ i promise nothing sexy here] She always wrote with hearts on her I's and squiggly letters. She was such a dreamer that even when she was madly in love you could not tell- like the time she was in love with Morgan and thought it was very romantic that they had the same name. Olive, on the other hand, was a total TOMBOY. she wrote in big block letters that were real sloppy [at this time i changed my handwriting to be like hers] and she was a terrible speller. Madalyn was a girly girl. [from here on out i can not read my handwriting. then it becomes legible again.]

and there is no plot line, just me explaining characters of different stories, but never finishing them. i had a thing for names as a kid. i had a book of baby names that i found on a book shelf in my house and i hid it in my room and looked through it all the time. I was way embarrassed my mom would find out that i was looking up different names. probably i would make fun of my daughter for what i did too.

i was hiding a book of baby names while boys were hiding porn.

thats all.