Thursday, October 28, 2010

HALF TIME, BABY.

I would just like to dedicate this post to me gloating....
I got part time statuuuuussss
I got part time stattttttuuuusss
I got part time statusss
I got part time statussss
I got part time staaatttuuusss.


You might be wondering what the hell I'm talking about.
WELL.
After wasting my life away in summer school and night school, administration has finally agreed that I should be allowed to be a part time student and only take four courses this year.


UNFORTUNATLY, I'm stupid, and probably should have switched to SJAM so I would have only had to take one semester.  I still could, but it's really altogether to much effort.


Another point to this post:
I feel like I need to apologize to guidance, and Mr. Dertinger personally for being such a pain in the ass this year. On my quest for part time status, I've dropped and picked up a lot of classes. I think my final drop count was ten credits? Yeah, I'm indecisive.


ANNNNNND BACK TO GLOATING.
This is my new schedule:


Day 1     Day 2


Spare     Writer's Craft
Law        Native Studies
Spare      Spare
Spare      Comm Tech


So many lovely spares.
That is all.

I am the original Dora.

     If I could revisit any age of my childhood, I would have to say I would choose eight. Why? Because at that time, I became aware of things in life, but was still innocent enough not to care. And I was practically Dora the Explorer when I was that age (in all honesty, I've never seen Dora the Explorer, so I don't actually know what it's about... I just liked exploring..).
    Because I lived in a very small community (even smaller then New Hamburg. Our high school had six feeder schools, and there was about 700 students... HICK TOWWWN), everyone knew everyone, and I'd been friends with the same group of kids since birth. As much as this kind of sucked, since there was never any new people to meet (maybe that's why I have no social skills...?) it was great, in the sense that everyone was really accepting of you, because everyone was like your best friend.
     BACK TO THE SUBJECT OF HICK TOWN; My absolute favourite thing to do was to spend time with the animals though. Have you ever just sat with a baby calf? SO CUTE. I was a little farm kid, and ever since I was born, I was around animals. We had cows, horses, pigs, chickens, turkeys, cats, dogs, rabbits, hamsters, sheep, and at some points we had goats, potbellied pigs and I even had a pet salamander at one point. (FUN FACT: I know how to milk a cow, and for a large portion of my life, all of my food was homegrown or homemade).
    I used to love exploring, which I could do a lot of on the 20 acre farm I used to live on. My parents both worked (to be honest, I wasn't really aware that I had a dad until I was six.. I thought he was one of my mom's friends. He was a navy peacekeeper, so he wasn't really around. That sounds a lot more depressing then it should. I think it's funny) so I had all day to do whatever I wanted. Also, at this time in my life, people still thought I was a genius, so I didn't even mind going to school. But saying what I would do at school is no fun, so let's just say I'm on summer vacation. There's so many things that I would do. Depending on the day, I had either some form of dance, gymnastics, figure skating or cheerleading (haaaa....), and if I didn't have any of those, I would be either at Dollar Lake or at home exploring, horseback riding or reading. For games, I would play explorer, and whenever I had friends over, I would always build some sort of fort, either in the woods or in one of our barns (Hay lofts are the best places to play. Seriously). Also, I loved Pokemon. Honestly, who didn't?
       And I think it would be fantastic, for just one day, to not have to worry about things like applying to universities or when I worked next was (except not really.. cause I don't have a job anymore...).

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Giving of The Thanks.

I am GENUINELY thankful that...


            My friends put up with me.
   My family loves me.
I'm alive.
   I have my cats.. Don't judge me.
             I'm in my last year of high school.
   I'm leaving this town in less then a year.
I managed to convince myself it was a good idea to quit my job.
   My friends rarely have any sense of social dignity.
             I took such awesome slothy classes this year.
   This weekend was so amazing.
I got to spend it with my family and friends that I hadn't seen in a while.
   My parents support me, even when I do really stupid things.
               I can leave this town and go on to University.
    I figured out the rest of my life.
I'll always have my music.
     Even though my grandpa didn't really approve of me, he still believed in me enough to give me $5000 to go to school.
              My friends and I survived our car accident last year, and it made me so much more thankful that I'm alive.
       I've survived these years of high school, and met the people and done the things I've done.
 I have this much to be thankful for.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Barbie.... What a Gold Digger.

http://www.thestar.com/entertainment/article/871529--most-expensive-barbie-ever-set-for-auction


Go there. Read this. Be amazed and astonished.
This undated photo provided by Canturi Jewels shows a custom-designed Barbie wearing a necklace featuring a one-carat pink diamond.
Really? $500 000? REALLY?
Barbie will soon be getting a custom made diamond necklace.
Why does this bother me?
Well, because a plastic doll wearing only a three carats of diamonds around her neck, a strapless black dress and stilettos, and a different hair do then usual is set to be sold at $300 000-$500 000.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?
I'll be honest, when I was younger, I loved Barbie's. I had quite a few. But they did not cost anywhere near that much.
And WHY is this Barbie worth so much?
Three carats of diamonds should only cost up to $12 000 at the very most. Is it really worth it to pay HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of dollars, for a DOLL?
Sure the proceeds do go to Breast Cancer Research Foundation, but still.
Also, I find it kind of weird that they chose this doll to represent their cause, as in real life, she would be so disproportionate, she wouldn't even be able to stand up due to the size of her chest.
It just seriously bothers me that people feel like they have the money to spend that amount on a doll while there are people literally starving all around the world. Rather then spend all that money on a doll with proceeds going to breast cancer research, which I'll admit is a worthwhile cause, try to end world hunger.
Or just give it to me. Whatever works.