Tuesday, December 31, 2013

I have no words

Today was one of the most exhausting days of my life. To quote my father, "I don't understand how it can be so beautiful, yet so excruciating."

Tune in tomorrow for your feature film entitled, "The Rosenau Family Decides That It's A Good Idea To Go To Disney World On New Years Eve, Which Happens To Be Their Busiest Day Of The Year: A Comedic Horror Story"

Saturday, December 28, 2013

I live among the beasts

T MINUS 1.5 DAYS UNTIL I'M IN ORLANDO FLOOORIDAAAA!

I know that you're all jealous. Try to curb that.

So, how was everyone's Christmas? I successfully avoided being strangled by the brothers (although there's still time left) and was this close to getting grandma to sneak me some wine. Dang.

BUT I GOT MY NEW COLORING BOOKS. My father has been making fun of me because I'm nearly 20 years old and I enjoy coloring. I don't think there is anything wrong with this. I ENJOY COLORING PICTURES OF VARIOUS DISNEY PRINCESSES IN VARIOUS STATES OF HAPPINESS WHILE THEY PURSUE THEIR NEW LIVES WITH THEIR HANDSOME PRINCES.

Oh no. I can hear them in the hall. Right now. I know you can't see me, but I'm now hiding in the space between my wall and my bed with the lights turned off, hoping they pass me by. The brothers are like wild animals. Once they're in my room, they drag me into their fights and I usually end up with bruises and blood is drawn and sometimes they accidentally pull out chunks of hair. I have to hide for my own safety.

I don't have much to tell you guys at the moment... it's been kind of a slow holiday break. But maybe I will come back with some stories from Florida...
HARRY POTTER WORLD HERE I COME.

Over.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Home again. Home again.

I'M HOME FOR BREAK.
And wouldn't you know it, my parents immediately put me to work. Today I have been tasked with washing and shaving the puppy. Let's keep in mind that he's only 8 months old and he is really not very favorable towards the haircut thing. I basically have to continuously feed him dog treats to keep him from trying to bite the razor. We're about half done now and taking a break while I blog this.

Going on... tonight we're going to the hobbit! I've already been, of course. Little brother and I went to the midnight premier. He made a deal with the parents that if he had all A's, then he could skip school and come to the premier with me. He just barely scraped by in math. But dad hasn't seen it yet, so we're going again tonight! And this time he's paying! Yay. I need to post a review for that. It was... quite a show.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

The jungle

I am now deep in the heart of finals week. The jungle. It's hot. And it's muggy. And it's very scary. Jaguars and stuff. I may or may not have seen a horde of chimpanzees while crossing in front of Durham. Stuff's getting weird...

But yeah, in all reality I'm almost done. All I have left is a paper to finish that I'll be emailing to my professor tonight. I had my jury this morning. That went pretty well. For those of you who don't know, a jury in the world of college music is the performance version of a final. I had my piano jury, which basically meant I walked in, played my memorized piece, they said thank you, and I left. So... that was my final. It was a little terrifying. Kind of like when I was 8 and I had a piano recital and I REALLY DIDN'T WANT TO DO IT. But my parents made me do it anyway and I was shaking the whole time, which really impedes a person's ability to play the piano, especially a child's ability. I had small fingers and my hand couldn't reach a whole octave. But I didn't just hate recitals when I was 8. I sort of always hated them. So did big brother. And probably little brother. They're just terrifying. Seriously.

SO... Since I'm done early, and so is cousin Carol, she has organized a marathon movie day tomorrow. Basically our TV will be going all day tomorrow and she's invited at least 50 people to drop by throughout the day. It should be fun. And totally exhausting. People exhaust me. I'm an introvert. AND THEN I GET TO GO HOME FOR BREAK. YAY. Although I always get a little bit nervous when big brother, little brother and I are together for extended periods of time. Especially when the parents aren't home because they don't get a Christmas break so it's just the three of us. Also they really like to beat me up.

Over.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

CHRISTMAS.

CHRISTMAS IS COMING.
IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS.
I'M SO EXCITED.
CHRISTMAS.
CHRISTMAS.
CHRISTMAS.
CHRISTMAS.

I love Christmas.

Over.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

FINALS.

FINALS ARE COMING
FINALS ARE COMING
RUN FOR YOUR LIVES EVERYBODY
SAVE YOURSELVES

Here's the thing, in high school they lead you to believe that 'dead week' is a period of time leading up to finals during which you don't have class, or at least, no homework. This is very false information. I do have class next week. And I will have homework assigned. And that makes me very sad.

I rearranged my room a few days ago and now it's like 18 times bigger. IT'S AMAZING WHAT MOVING YOUR DESK CAN DO.

Gosh, I have nothing exciting to tell you guys.

OH! I know exactly what I'm getting for Christmas. Because I picked it out specifically and did my online research and then I texted my mom and I know that is exactly what I'm getting. And I also know that the brothers are getting me accessories for it. I'm torn. Do I tell you what it is? I mean, I'm the only person that the secret would need to be kept from and I've known for weeks. So here it is. (Sorry mom. I gave the away the secret that it doesn't matter if anyone knows.)
I'm getting a kindle paperwhite.
YAY.
I knew that I wanted an e-reader but I wasn't sure what kind and all of my former coworkers are rather fond of their nooks (which are a subsidy of Barnes & Noble) but my dad pointed out that if I chose a nook I would sort of by hitching myself to the weakest link of the e-book train...
So a kindle it is!
I'm very excited to load it up and take it with me to Florida. One of the biggest issues I have is the weight and space capacity of bring multiple books. I have to decide how many I want in my carry-on and when I finish one then it's just sort of dead weight, etc.
BUT WITH MY NEW KINDLE MY WORLD WILL BE TRANSFORMED.
I'm very excited.

Okay this was a pretty boring post. As usual.

Reminder:
FINALS ARE COMING.
RUN AWAY.
HIDE.
CREATE FOOD STORES.
CREATE A BOMB SHELTER UNDERGROUND AND STAY THERE PERMANENTLY.
FINALS.

Over.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Another chapter in the exciting saga of Nicki's college adventures

Cousin Carol and I went out on a midnight ice cream run because our English class was cancelled for tomorrow and she told me that I looked very gangster with my leather jacket and my coach purse. I then pointed out to her that I was also wearing sweatpants, glasses, and slipper boots. I don't think she really understands the meaning of "gangster".
She also learned this year, for the first time, the the rapper Eminem is white.
And she's never seen A Christmas Story or Charlie Brown Christmas.
It's shameful.


Over.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Sleep

So, today I had piano lessons at EIGHT AM today. That sucks. It was super cold. And usually I tell myself that I will get up early enough to practice a little bit before my lesson but usually I just hit the snooze button until I have to run to make it to my lesson. But then today when my alarm went off at 6:30 I made myself a deal. I told myself that if I managed to get up and practice for a half an hour before my lesson, then I could take a nap when I got back from French.
AND IT WORKED.
I got up and practiced.
I WAS SO PROUD OF MYSELF.
IT'S LIKE I'M A SMALL CHILD BUT I'M ALSO THE MOTHER WHO IS VERY PROUD OF HER CHILD.
I have to reward myself for doing things.
I have discovered that the ultimate motivator is sleep.
If it were possible to get naps for Christmas, that's all I would ask for.
Instead I have to bribe myself with them in order to get things done.

I've always been a good sleeper. As a baby basically all I did was sleep. My aunt was very jealous because cousin Carol [who is the same age as me] never slept and was constantly bouncing around with energy. My mom could just leave me in my carrier for hours at a time.
Congratulations me, you are four years old again.
AREN'T YOU PROUD MOMMY?


Over.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Lame. I am lame.

So...Um...I haven't posted in awhile...
I actually promised Celeste to her face that I would update like three days ago.
My deepest apologies.

Well...I survived Thanksgiving.
And now I'm back at my dorm room.
I actually spend the better part of today in a coffee shop in Dundee and then I went to a bookstore on Pacific street. It was lovely. I was all by myself and I wrote letters and read books and I really liked it.
I also found a Christmas gift for my grandpa and he is IMPOSSIBLE to buy for so I really consider this day a success!

Okay. I'm a super boring person today.
I apologize for that.
I hope for your sakes that something interesting happens to me soon.


Over.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

fear.

So, um, uh, I don't know what to tell you. I guess. I think.

Thanksgiving is coming up.
That means that I will be spending several uninterrupted days with my brothers...

............yay.

I'll be sure to update you on the events that transpire.

If I survive.

Because it's possible that I won't.


Over.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Social?

This weekend was a big weekend for me.
As some of you may know, I have an extreme social anxiety that has resulted in my refusal to attend most social events and a tendency to lock myself in my room for days at a time.
BUT THIS WEEKEND THAT ALL CHANGED.
(Temporarily of course. I plan on going back to my hermit ways by Monday.)

So, on Friday night I went to the UNO Mavericks hockey game. We won! We beat the Michigan Wolverines who are number two in the country! But then we played them again on Saturday and lost, but only by one point and nevermind that anyway. After the hockey game we went to Applebees and were there till one a.m. (I didn't even know Applebees was open that late.) Then on Saturday I went to a soccer game, then ice skating, then the second hockey game. (Incidentally I was the only person in our ice skating group not to fall down AT ALL. I AM SO AWESOME. Years of rollerblading as a child has finally paid off.) After the hockey game we came back to the dorm and watched High School Musical 2. I've always thought that was the worst one, but that was what cousin Carol put in. And I'm am proud to say that I still know EVERY WORD TO EVERY SINGLE SONG. I'VE STILL GOT IT. The boys seemed very impressed that cousin Carol and I had the soundtrack. But anyway, my main point is that I was out in the world socializing with real people for TWELVE STRAIGHT HOURS. THAT IS INSANE FOR ME. Normally I would have at least needed a book break or something BUT I DID IT. This is either a turning point in my social aptitude or I am going to spend the next week refusing to be around anyone for more than twenty minutes because I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF PEOPLE.
I guess we'll just have to find out.

Also, my Green Bay Packers are crashing and burning and my soul hurts.

Over.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Sleep...

I have decided that I like sleep more than food. I would happily give up eating in order to sleep all the time. I love sleeping so, so much.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

College

I slept in a hallway for an hour today. And it really wasn't all that uncomfortable.


I was sent this photo by the jerk from my French class sitting across from me.


Over.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Psychological Experiments

So you've all heard of Pavlov's dogs right? The guy who would ring a bell every time he fed his dogs and over time every time he rang the bell they would salivate, whether he was feeding them of not. Then there's 'The Office' version in which Jim trains Dwight to expect an altoid every time he shut down his computer. WELL I HAVE BEGUN MY OWN EXPERIMENT. AND IT IS SUCCEEDING.
So my cousin Carol (whom I live with) has this issue where she says "true story bro" ALL THE FREAKING TIME. And I have expressed to her how much I disapprove and hate this. So about two weeks ago I started slapping her every time she said it. No matter where we were or what was happening. (I was even forced to hit her in church once). And she just admitted to me a few minutes ago that's ITS WORKING. She is consciously repressing using those three words when she's around me to avoid getting slapped. She says she hates that it's working but she has no choice but to admit that it is.
I feel so accomplished and kick. ass.
So be prepared. I may begin conducting sociological experiments on random people. You've been warned.


Over.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Mystery of the Roses

Okay. Mystery time.

So today between the hours of noon and 12:30 someone left a dozen roses in front of the door to my apartment. We have all asked out respective friends and parents and none of them claim credit. It's driving us crazy. Here are several reasons why.
1. Under normal circumstances the flowers would be delivered to the clubhouse and then we would be contacted and told to get them there
2. We live in a building the requires a card to gain entrance
3. None of us can think of any plausible reason why someone would leave us flowers
4. There is no card with the flowers
So, after a few hours of insanity, Niki (the roommate who is the RA) went to the clubhouse and got access to the security cameras.
THE PLOT THICKENS
The perpetrator managed to keep their face averted from the camera the entire time, but based on the hair, we have come to the conclusion that I it is a girl I will call 'Annie' who lives in our building. But this then begs the question, why would a random girl in our building leave us flowers. We suspect that someone asked her to deliver them because she has access to our building. We then ventured to her room and knocked on the door, intending to question her further. Unfortunately, no one was home. We are now sitting in our room with the door propped open, watching for her or any of her roommates so that we can interrogate them on the 'Mystery of the Roses'. (We're still working on a more clever code name.)

Not a YOLO.

Last night Carol and I went for a midnight ice cream run and had to go to four different places because McDonalds' ice cream machine was shut down and Dairy Queen wasn't open and finally we found a Burger King and then we stayed up until 2 in the morning watching Family Feud. Carol kept saying it was a YOLO. I kept hitting her for saying YOLO.

Monday, October 14, 2013

TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT

I'm spoiling you guys.

But I'm still avoiding that paper and candy crush was getting boring.

So Mariah and I are sitting here on her dorm room floor surrounded by papers and notebooks and calculators and empty cans of diet coke and her room is kind of a mess (mine is too) and we're not really talking except to complain about how much we have to get done and how long we've been putting off and then I was just like, 'huh'. So this is college. Well then.

After nearly a month and a half of college life this is what I would describe it as:
netflix, cheap food, staying up too late, caffeine overdoses, avoiding responsibility and adulthood, lots of crying.
The majority of us behave like toddlers at any given moment, throwing tantrums because we need a nap and eating things we shouldn't.
We get emotional about stupid things like being out of hot pockets and missing an episode of Grey's Anatomy.
We wait until we have absolutely nothing to wear and then finally do laundry every two weeks while wearing a swim suit as underwear and a pair of sweatpants with a hole in the butt.
College isn't glamorous. Most of us wear sweatpants at least five times a week, and we spend all of our free time asleep.
We're always thinking about food, but we can't afford to buy any.
Lunch is Cheerios straight out of the box and heating up a freezer meal is considered ambitious.
Forget about going out to dinner and a movie with your friends because you don't even have enough money to buy a new pair of socks.
We are the ones who are crying at 2am because we're so tired but have been putting off this Biology project for a month and it's considered a great accomplishment if we remember to put on deodorant.
This is college.

Over.

more distraction

Sitting with Mariah in her dorm. It's all grey and rainy outside and I love it. This is my favorite kind of weather. I don't know why. I like the gloom.

MY FAMILY IS GOING TO FLORIDA OVER WINTER BREAK.
WE'RE GOING TO ORLANDO AND WE HAVE A HOUSE WITH IT'S OWN POOL AND WE'RE GOING TO UNIVERSAL STUDIOS AND DAD PROMISED ME HARRY POTTER WORLD.
It was my incentive. I mean, Florida itself is an incentive but that part is my special part.
I'm going to get a specialized wand. And all of the other things I need for Hogwarts. My letter should be coming any day now. I know that I'm 19, but there was a little mix up and some girl in Albuquerque got my spot and it will all be rectified very soon.

I also realized that I wrote 'spring break' in the last post and it should be 'fall break' but I'm too lazy to go back and change the original post so I'm just writing a retraction now.

Okay. I really need to edit my English paper. It's the whole reason I'm on my laptop. YOU GUYS ARE DISTRACTING ME.

Over.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

I don't know how to title things

I have received many concerned text messages about the blood.

I'm debating on whether or not I should tell you or if I should just let this go on for a few more days....

Hm...

Well, in other news, I have spring break in a week and I'm so excited because I will get to spend 4 days with Tank! I miss him so much.


Look! Here is is being super adorable. He has this new skill where sometimes if you throw a tennis ball he'll chase it down  the hill and then come sprinting back up with it, but then he won't give it back. But half the time he gets distracted by something that smells interesting and forgets the ball and then someone has to go down and get the ball. Also, he keeps rolling in deer poop. Dad is not thrilled with him.


But he's so freaking cute!
I love him.

SETH WAS HERE YESTERDAY. He flew in from Texas and he came to see me before his parents! I felt very special. And he told me that he's taking a ballroom dance class for a physical exercise credit and he showed me a few steps around the living room.


I totally sucked at it but he was very patient.











Okay. I'm going to tell you.












The "official story" is that someone dragged a garbage bag with hamburger blood in it down from the third floor. But there was WAY TOO MUCH BLOOD FOR THAT. Maybe if they had a whole dead cow in the bag...







I'm still sticking with murder.
They're doing a cover-up.
I can feel it.

Over.

Friday, October 11, 2013

A murder

I promised Dave a post. So here we go.


THERE'S BLOOD TRAILING DOWN 3 FLOORS IN MY BUILDING. REAL BLOOD. SO MUCH BLOOD. THREE FREAKING FLOORS OF IT.


IT'S IN THE CARPET. IT'S SOAKING THROUGH ALL THE LITTLE CRACKS IN THE STAIRS. WHAT HAPPENED HERE. SOMEONE WAS MURDERED. MAYBE I'M NEXT.


THREE FLOORS PEOPLE. A LOT OF BLOOD. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT CAN PRODUCE THIS MUCH BLOOD EXCEPT A HUMAN BODY.

Over.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

FOOTBALL.

I've been reading a lot lately. Like A LOT. Sometimes I look up and I forget who I am and where I am and then it comes back to me and I'm like, 'oh crap. I have a paper due at midnight.' And at that point I kind of wish I was being chased by the government through the swamps of Panama. Unfortunately, I am 19-year-old white girl in Nebraska who can't survive three hours without her iPhone so that's just not going to happen. Actually, I was home last weekend, and when I got there I realized I had forgotten my charger. My mother tried to convince me that I could go two days without it but instead I made her drive me to Walmart to buy a new one. I am such a stereotype, it's not even funny.

But back to reading. Hopefully I will be posting some review's soon. I have a paper due in two days that I really need to start on so it maybe be a few days. That and I've been watching a lot of football. I'M SO EXCITED THAT IT'S FOOTBALL SEASON. I watch it day and night. I don't care who's playing. I'm like a boy. I was raised in a house were if there was football on TV, we were watching it. It's like a religion almost. My mom starts to get really sick of it around January, but dad has all us kids brainwashed, so we outnumber her. GO PACKERS.

I'm currently at my friend Caitlin's dorm and we are sitting on opposite ends of her bed, each on our own laptops. Aren't you proud, mom? I'm socializing!

Okay. Now it's time to call some people out. I'm not sure who's still reading this but I'll give it my best shot.
Krystal - EMAIL ME BACK. I FEEL UNLOVED AND FORGOTTEN.
Dusk & Celeste - You need to take me to another movie. I miss my bonding time.
Wendy & Connie - You should email me. Because I miss you but I don't know what to say if I email first.
Dave - I'm just impressed you're still reading the blog at all.

Over.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Naked...?

NAKED AND AFRAID!
That's what I'm watching right now. It's a show on Discovery channel where they drop total strangers in a wilderness and they're naked. NAKED. IN THE WILDERNESS. The people we're watching right now are in Africa and the guy has a life threatening foot infection but HE STILL WON'T QUIT. It's amazing.
And I am learning that I am a total wimp.
TOTAL WIMP.

Also there were free cupcakes at the clubhouse!


I took two. No shame. That is a very unnatractive photo of myself. Please don't judge. (They were free cupcakes! I would've taken 5 if I could've!)

UM... WHAT SHALL I TALK ABOUT?
I don't know.
New book review is up! And I'm working on three more!

Today has been quite an exciting day. Free cupcakes. Nakedness. Survival. Pasta.
(The current guy has this really bad sunburn and they're on an island and it looks super freaking painful and as a ginger, I totally empathize and ew. FIREANTS.)

Well. I have nothing else. If you have a topic you'd like to hear about please comment!

Over.

Monday, September 23, 2013

DARN YOU GUYS

I'M POSTING. OKAY? ARE YOU ALL HAPPY NOW? I'M FREAKING POSTING.

Sorry for the delay, it's been kind of a rough week.

But here I am. Completely unsure of what to say.

I'm posting a new book review soon! So make sure that you check that out sometime.

UUUUUUMMMMMM.....

I'm making friends! People actually want to hang out in the same general vicinity as me for extended periods of time! It's miraculous! For example: tomorrow I have a French study date with a girl from my French class AND SHE ACTUALLY ASKED ME. WHAT?! UNHEARD OF. PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH ME. I'm still so shocked that I can't articulate anything but shock. Sorry.

Today I ate a protein bar and two oreos and that was it. It's like I'm forgetting to eat. I didn't know that was possible. I also slept from 5:30 to 7:30 which means that I probably won't sleep tonight. BAD IDEA. NO NAPS AFTER 4 O'CLOCK.

We have a Jonas Brothers poster hanging in our living room. I don't really know how to explain that.

Over.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Promise?

I suck at updating.
Tomorrow.
I promise.
But don't hold me to it.

Over.

Friday, September 13, 2013

The Adventures of Apathetic Ariel

Well... Today is Friday.

I am lying on my floor, staring at the ceiling, trying not to drop my phone on my face as I type this.

I have a French composition on Monday. And an English essay due on Tuesday. And I am so unable to dredge up any motivation. For example, I am extremely thirsty, but it doesn't matter, because I am stagnant. THERE ARE OREOS IN MY BOTTOM DESK DRAWER BUT I CAN'T MAKE MYSELF GET ONE.

I have created various personas for myself based on the moods I am in and I'm am currently playing the role of Apathetic Ariel.

Eh. I don't want to type anymore.

ver.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

eh

GASP.
I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A FULL WEEK.
I'm so very sorry.

It hasn't been super eventful.... though I did go to the new Mortal Instruments movie with Dusk and Celeste. IT WAS A FUN TRIP. It was just us and three other people in the theater and they probably HATED us because we were rather loud and obnoxious...

Camp Rock was on TV today and Carol and I watched it and sang to it and danced to it and I'm really glad none of you were there to see it because it was really embarrassing.

I have a French exam tomorrow. Everyone pray. Pray hard. I'M REALLY GOING TO NEED IT.

(also it's thundering outside and I really like thunder)

Over.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Zombies, Run! Part 1

WOAH.

So this Zombie app was way more hardcore than I expected.

I started out in a helicopter and we were going to this little township surrounded by zombies. They didn't tell me why I was going there and it was all very mysterious. Then BAM. WE ARE SHOT OUT OF THE SKY BY A ROCKET LAUNCHER. WHAT?! I escape. (Of course.) but my pilot is not so lucky. I picked up a radio as I was running away and a guy with a sweet British accent starts talking to me, telling me how amazing it is that I survived and telling me where to run to. Oh yeah. And that the zombies are chasing me. He also alluded to the story of his girlfriend (runner 5) running out to the old field hospital and getting taken by the zombies. Then he decides to NAME ME RUNNER 5. AND SEND ME TO SWING BY THE FIELD HOSPITAL FOR SUPPLIES. DOESN'T THAT SITUATION SOUND ODDLY FAMILLIAR? Anyway, I picked up some stuff, and made it back to the base where I was met with guys with guns who shielded my entrance to the base. And APPARENTLY, I picked up some top secret document at the hospital that is possibly of vital importance but of course they couldn't tell me whether or not it was, so maybe I risked my life for the recipe to peanut butter. I guess I'll have to wait for my next run to find out. (Also the guys with guns killed the British guy(whose name is Sam)'s former-girlfriend-turned-zombie named Alice. It was pretty traumatic. Also there was a doctor named Meyers in there somewhere. I'll be sure to inform you of my progress as I continue....

Zombies

Okay guys. So yesterday I downloaded an app called 'Zombies, Run!' It's supposed to be a workout app in which they tell you a story interspersed with your music and whenever zombies are chasing you, you have to speed up. And you can swerve different directions to get supplies and it looks really fun. So I'm trying it out tonight after class and I'll post again afterward. I'm very excited!

Thursday, August 29, 2013

First week

MY MICROSOFT WORD FREAKING WON'T OPEN. I CAN'T OPEN WORD. I NEED TO START WRITING A PAPER AND I CAN'T OPEN WORD. Bad computer. Bad.

So... I'm almost done with week one of year one of COLLEGE. So far, it hasn't been too bad. Other than the fact that it's been in the upper 90's and most of my classes are all the way across campus and I'm really sweaty and disgusting by the time I get there, no complaints. Although, I figured out how to hook up my TV in my room, but so far I'm only getting 4 channels, so I'll have to work on that. BUT I'M CURRENTLY GETTING THE CHANNEL WITH GREEN BAY PLAYING THE CHIEFS. SO THAT'S ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS AT THE MOMENT. That and fixing my microsoft word.... Go Aaron Rogers! But Green Bay is currently behind and that makes me very sad... No microsoft word and my Packers are losing. This is a sad night.

Hm.... I'm really not sure what to talk about.... College isn't really super duper exciting yet. I kind of just stay in my dorm and complain about how tired I am and how it is outside and how I don't want to go be social because I'm so comfortable. Our room is on the first floor, first door on the left, because we're the RA room. So a lot of the time we'll leave our front door propped open with a brick in an attempt to look friendly and approachable. (So far it has just made our room really loud because you can hear everyone running up and down the stairs and coming into the building.) But a few days ago we left a cupcake that had been in our freezer for 2 days on the little thing you use to push the front door open, just to see what people would do. Mostly they just looked at it funny and then carefully opened the door, making sure not to knock off the cupcake. The RD took it a while later.

We get so bored.

Over.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

FIRST DAY OF COLLEGE

Well guys. I'm here. I'm at college. I'm sitting on the couch in my living room watching Michigan St. and Iowa play football. (Michigan over Iowa. Any day)

I have survived my first 24 hours! WHOOP WHOOP.

Brief tour: I live in an apartment style dorm with three other girls.We each have our own bedroom and there are 2 bathrooms, so we share with one other person. (My bathroom-mate is named Nicole. If you'll remember, my name is also Nicole. Awkward.) We have a full kitchen, with an island, and a living room area as well. I'm very spoiled as far as college living is concerned.

The other Nicole (Called Niki) is the RA for our building, and a junior. The other two girls are freshmen like me (one of them is my cousin Carol) and so far, we see to be pretty okay together.

I haven't done anything really that exciting yet so I don't really have anything to tell you guys...
But classes start tomorrow, so maybe one of my buildings will catch on fire and I'll have a story for you. We can only hope.

Over.

Friday, August 23, 2013

WOAH.

GUYS I MOVE OUT OF MY PARENTS HOUSE AND INTO MY DORM TOMORROW.

I'M FREAKING OUT.

OVER.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Three days

I don't like packing. I have so much stuff. This sucks.

So I move it of my parents house in three days and wow...this is weird. It feels weird. Scary. Really scary. Like bam, suddenly I'm responsible for myself and my future and I'm supposed to be figuring out what I want to do with the rest of my life yet I'm not even allowed to rent a car. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT MY FAVORITE COLOR IS. I CAN ONLY COOK FOUR THINGS. And now I'm living on my own?! This just doesn't seem logical. But no matter what anybody thinks, it's happening. In three days it's happening and I will be independent. Well, as independent as one can be when living 23 miles away from helicopter parents. (Love you mom am dad!)

Over.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Oh the horrors

So tonight at work (library) I head over to the JNF section (juvenile non-fiction) to find the very heart of my darkest nightmares come to life. Some kids (more along the lines of the devil incarnate) have DESTROYED it. And when I say 'destroyed' I don't mean like three books are out of place (that's probably what you all think librarians mean when they say destroyed).

NO.

I mean they have taken entire shelves of books and mashed them together then shoved them back onto the shelves in jumbled masses, upside down, open, completely out of order, spilling out onto the floor. It was madness. I looked at it, then looked up the ceiling and prayed for God to take me right then and spare me from having to clean up this.

BUT I DID IT. 
It took me an hour.
BUT I DID IT. 

You're welcome, Dusk!
Also, shout out to Dusk's husband and his resplendent beard for reading my blog every night.
(I told Celeste I would use resplendent in this post.)

Over.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The chosen one

About a week ago I was chosen to clean out the fridge at work. It's a very auspicious task and I was chosen from many highly capable individuals. BUT I WAS CHOSEN.

The reason I had to do this was because a sticky brown substance had congealed at the bottom and my boss decided that tonight would be the night it was cleaned. I thought that I would just do the bottom, wipe out the drawers, and be done.

But, oh. How wrong I was.

We're a library. We're a bunch of nice ladies who like books and kids and helping people. We should eat low fat microwave dinners and keep some pop and condiments in the fridge. Right? WRONG. WRONG ON SO MANY HORRIFYING LEVELS.

It took me an hour, 2 packages of paper towels, and many half strangled yells of, "Ew! What is this! You guys are disgusting!"

Moldy leftover takeout food, yogurt that expired two years ago, and multiple unopened expired tubs of ranch dip.

I found this in the back.

That's actually not the grossest thing I found. I'm not going to show you the grossest thing because I didn't want to hold it long enough to take a picture of it.

Over.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Family legacy

Little brother got my old algebra 2 textbook! He sent me this
(I was the one who taught him to text in class. This is an age old wisdom that was passed down to me from my older brother when I got my first phone at age 13.)
Mom, if you're reading this, disregard everything in parenthesis.


And now for a monologue by me, Nicole Rosenau:
So little brother started his sophomore year of high school today (so proud) and I feel really weird about this whole not-being-in-high-school-anymore thing. I was able to justify not being there today in my head by saying stuff like, "Maybe I had a really long dentist appointment." Or, "A funeral. I was at a funeral." But not being there tomorrow... IT JUST FEELS SO STRANGE. It's like I've been in high school for my whole life (I don't even remember middle school. Like at all. Maybe I was hit on the head first day of freshmen year or something.) Kind of sad, actually. Not being in high school makes me sad. I'm in limbo. Weird world. I mean, I've spent all of my life trying to achieve what I have now achieved and I should be OVER-FREAKING-JOYED but instead I kind of feel out of place. Like I'm missing something.

Sorry for that wonderfully put together melodramatic tirade. MOVING ON.
I haven't been posting super a lot lately, BUT THAT IS ALL GOING TO CHANGE. I HOPE. I start college in two weeks. (Two weeks from today is my first day of class.) And hopefully I will have more excitement and adventures to tell you all about.

Until then,
Over.




Sunday, August 4, 2013

Haters...

Family game night....

Big brother came home for a few days and after a viewing of the Phantom Menace, dad decided we were going to play a game...

(Brief discussion on Star Wars Episode I: the Padme/Anakin age thing. She is supposedly 14. What democracy in their right mind elects a 14 girl their queen? And he is supposedly 9. A sassy nine year old. And they eventually fall in love. Throughout the whole movie little brother has been saying things like, "Don't worry, you'll see her again. You'll kill her!")

Rosenau game nights never end well. Monopoly never fails to end in bitter alliances, tears, and week long bouts of the silent treatment. One time we had to have a family meeting afterwards and we haven't played it since.

(Right now my dad is holding his finger an inch from my mom's face, saying, "I'm not touching you! I'm not touching you!")
We're playing 'the train game' this evening (also known as Ticket to Ride) because it's little brothers favorite games. The problem is, it is a game that uses color matching as part of the playing and both dad and big brother are so color blind it's comical. The last few minutes have been, "Hand me that grey one." "That's pink." "Then what is that one?" "That's purple." "No it's not."
It's like they refuse to believe that they are colorblind even though liscensed professionals have confirmed it. 

"Play the flipping cards, woman." -sassy dad

The very first thing he did was line up all of his train cars in rows.
He's also whistling.

Big brother is now withholding points because "mom is making him angry".
"I am not happy. I want a re. do." -big brother having tantrum

A few months ago my mom bought my dad a shirt that's days, "Haters gonna hate" and he's now promising that he's going to wear it everyday on our winter vacation. He's also claiming that he's going to speak "gangster" the whole time. (Gangster translates to saying things like: Word. and, Fo shizzle.) big brother is now saying that it's him or the shirt. And if the shirt goes, he doesn't.

I GOT ANOTHER RAINBOW. They're all resenting me because I get all the rainbows. 
Haters gonna hate.

Over.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Sigh

Sometimes I like to watch sad movies and cry and pretend I'm the romantic heroine in my fictional fairy tales but then I have to remind myself that I eat WAY too much ice cream to be skinny enough for that role. Because ice cream is GOOD.

Over.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Ulcer?

I fully believe that I am going to develop a bleeding ulcer by the time I'm 20.

So my dad had carpal tunnel surgery last Friday and I was the one who drove him there and waited and then drove him home. I had to put his socks and shoes on him at the hospital because his hands were all bandaged up and then when we stopped to get his happy drugs I was getting out of the car and he calls to me, "Get the boys some chips! There's no chips at home and they should have some chips. And I wouldn't say no to a donut." Then when we got home I had to cut his donut into little pieces for him. He spent the rest of the day dozing off through a marathon of Lord of the Rings. You can learn a lot about a person with the aid of legal pharmaceuticals.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Sunshine

DINNER AT THE ROSENAU FAMILY HOUSEHOLD: (we ate at 9:15 pm tonight)

Background: so for the last month and a half Sam has been at camp as a counselor so it's just been mom, dad, and me. Tonight we were discussing how Sam is taking a lot of music classes this semester and whether or not he's going to go out for cross country or the musical. Mom and I are thinking the musical and my dad is like... Eh...
(He's not really into the drama thing) then mom and I were talking about what if Sam wants to do the young Americans when he graduates (google it) and dad was like:

Dad: no way, I'm shipping him off to Annapolis.
Mom: he can't swim.

(Annapolis is a naval academy)

It's probably not that funny to you guys but discussing the black sheep-ness of my little brother always makes me laugh.

He also has a big thing for bro tanks right now. His favorite one is a sunset one and he looks like that surfer from Remember The Titans. Dad and I have taken to calling him 'Sunshine'.

Over.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Apology at its finest

I used to blog at least every other day....




......but all of that changed when the fire nation attacked.


Over.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Promise

I feel terrible. Haven't posted in forever. And I need to tell you guys about my wedding! Ahh! Yes. I'm married. I was married by my library director at our summer lock in to Seth, my fellow library worker/2013 Blair High School graduate. I kept updating our romance all night. I'll post all of the pics and videos soon! Promise! It will be worth it. Completely and totally. We had rings and everything. And I had a toilet paper gown. Soon. Promise.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

It's a long one

The girls and I tried this homemade paint thing today. We mixed a cup of corn starch with a cup of water and added food coloring. Looking back, I would do it differently, but it was still fun. We painted the sidewalk for awhile then we threw the excess around to make splatter art. It looked epic. Like a multicolored murder scene.

We also watched High School Musical 2. I HAVE NOT SEEN THAT MOVIE IN SO LONG. I MEAN EVERYONE KNOWS THAT IT'S THE WORST OF THE THREE BUT STILL. IT'S A HUGELY SUCCESSFUL HIGHLY LUCRATIVE FRANCHISE THAT IS DESIGNED TO LURE IN YOUNG GIRLS WITH THE PROMISE OF CUTE BOYS AND HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA. And then I actually got to high school and its was nothing like Disney channel led me to believe.

We had ice cream at work today, and I got a Dilly bar, which I haven't had in YEARS. When I was younger, my parents only ever got me Dilly bars. I didn't even know blizzards EXISTED until I was like 13. And then I was like, OH MY GOSH THIS IS WHAT DAN HAS BEEN HAVING WHILE I'VE BEEN STUCK WITH A FREAKING DILLY BAR IN THE BACKSEAT. I didn't even know there were multiple Dilly bar flavors! Until today! I found out there are different flavors TODAY.

Dad also informed over dinner that there is a mint chocolate option. Thank you father.

So... Tank has developed this habit of peeing when he gets excited. Like when someone comes in the door. Anyone. He's peed on two of my friends this week. HE'S PEEING ON MY FRIENDS. HE PEED ON ME TONIGHT. AND ALL I DID WAS LET HIM OUT OF HIS KENNEL. 

Over.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Update

I'm so done with mashed potatoes. Seriously. Even ice cream is losing its charm. All I want... Is a hamburger. Or a piece of pizza. JUST SOMETHING SOLID. 

But on the upside we have surpassed the three to five day window in which dry sockets usually occur! Yay wisdom teeth removal!

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Blogging while intoxicated

I should not be blogging while high on pain medication that I was prescribed after my wisdom teeth removal. But I am. But I am NOT posting a video because my cheeks are all fat like a chipmunk and I cannot have that circulating the Internet. Nope. Too much.

So... I've just been sitting around the house watching movies for the last two days. I'm not allowed to do stairs by myself anymore unless I scoot down them like a toddler because I rolled down them on Friday and mom doesn't want me to have any more dental work done. I eat lots of ice cream. And mashed potatoes. My mom is probably getting tired of making mashed potatoes. And she has to get up at three in the morning to feed me my pain pill so that's not very fun either :( she's the best mommy.
I AM SO SLEEPY AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITHOUT FALLING OVER.
And I have chipmunk face.
I'm silly.
I like my ice cream.

Over.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

AMERICA.

I love America on the 4th of July. Seriously. I feel sorry for the British (not just because it's the anniversary of our divorce from them) and the Germans and the Australians and everyone else who doesn't have a big day, once a year where it's totally okay to act like a jerk to everyone who is not of your nationality and eat themed foods and blow a lot of things up. We become a real unified nation for one day. One day where it's all YEAH AMERICA. YOU GO AMERICA. YOU BEAT UP BRITAIN. GREAT JOB. And fireworks. I love fireworks. They're so gorgeous and amazing and like, wow, we've progressed to the age where we understand fire enough to make shapes and colors project into the sky. Flippin' sweet.

But someone could totally get shot on the 4th of July and no one would ever know. Like seriously, someone could be mowed down with a machine gun and everyone would be like, 'firecrackers! I love them!'

So...patriotism aside... I get my wisdom teeth removed at 8 am tomorrow morning. YIPPEE. I'm looking forward to the happy drugs, and the excuse to not to do anything for several days but I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO the stabbing pain that will reside in my mouth for quite some time.

Maybe if you guys are lucky I'll post a video of myself hopped up on crazy drugs.

God bless America.

Over.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Prizes...

So I work at a library and I picked my prizes for the summer reading program yesterday (just because I work there doesn't mean I can't participate and win prizes!) and here's what I got.


They're for my dorm room...
All the cool kids are going to want to be friends with me.

I can explain the Camp Rock poster.

I was a big Disney kid.

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Monday, July 1, 2013

I can't get up mom. The blankets have accepted me as one of their own. If I leave now I might lose their trust.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

She's Going To Jail

Today I was at work and I thought about the time when I was in like eighth grade and we went to the Durham museum and some girl got caught with vodka in her water bottle and the vice principal had to pick her up and drive her back to the school and all I could think about was how awkward that ride would have been and would she have sat in the front seat or the back seat and if she was in the back was he glaring at her through the rear view mirror and how did she get caught anyway?

I PROMISED YOU GUYS A STORY:
So... a friends of mine came out for a few days of our vacation and we (plus Sam and his friend Kyle) decided we were going to go swimming in the lake for awhile. There was a roped off section and there were a bunch of people there but not too many and we had our floaties that we had bought at the Woodbine Dollar General (AKA the 'Walmart of Woodbine') (they cost $6 but we had at least $18 worth of fun). SO WE HAD OUR FLOATIES and we were in the water, floating around and such and this little boy swims over to us. He proceeded to tell us that his name was Seth and she told him her name and he told us he was 11 and a half and she told him we were 18. He sort of looked like he was having trouble swimming so she asked him if he wanted to hold onto her tube. He did. He wrapped his arms around her neck and a moment later she mouthed, "his legs are wrapped around me!" and indeed, they were wrapped around her stomach. 
KEEP IN MIND THAT WE DO NOT KNOW THIS BOY.
A few minutes later he asks her if there's room in the tube for both of them. She immediately offers to let him use it and she slips out of it and as she's getting ready to pass it to him he starts getting closer, and closer, until his head is resting on her shoulder and his arms and legs are wrapped around her. She asks, "What are you doing?" He replies, "Hugging you."
We finally get him into the tube and i am continuously dunking myself under to keep from laughing and he CONTINUES to follow us. His friend who is swimming a little ways a way then yells, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU'RE SUCH A CREEP. WHY ARE YOU HANGING OUT WITH THOSE GIRLS?" He yells back, "I GUESS I'M JUST LUCKY LIKE THAT."
Freaking kid.
After a little while I ask him if it would be okay for her and I to float out into the deeper water and talk. He takes off the tube to give to her but before she can take it, he reattaches himself to her. Like a barnacle. He finally detaches and swims away and then she looks at me and says, "He touched my ass."
She later told me that the whole time she was thinking, "I'm going to jail. I'm going to jail. This kid is hugging me and I'm going to jail."
It was quite a day.

Over.


Thursday, June 27, 2013

Tomorrow, I promise.

I'M BACK IN CIVILIZATION PEOPLE.
WIFI SURROUNDS ME AND IT IS LIKE BREATH IS BACK IN MY LUNGS I AM FREE.
I AM BACK IN THE LAND OF THE LIVING AND IT. FEELS. GOOD.

I have stories. I have a few stories. One involving this really strange eleven year old that... well you're just going to have to wait until tomorrow for that one.

Because it's almost 10 o'clock and I have an eight hour shift tomorrow and we came home to BROKEN AIR CONDITIONING. It's freaking 87 degrees in here right now. It doesn't really bother me all that much (at least not as much as my dad who is like freaking out about it) but it's still a little bit annoying. I would so not last in the pre-modern-convenience eras. Like, if I didn't have instant macaroni and cheese, I would probably lose it. Completely. And this laptop. I love this laptop. I mean, it's really old (four years old to be exact) and it doesn't hold ANY charge anymore so I have to keep it plugged in constantly, and it has the loudest freaking fan on any planet in this universe... but I love it.

Wow. I got off topic.
Vacation stories tomorrow.
I promise.

Over.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Sorry

I have absolutely nothing to say.

Except that I had to clean my room today because we're having a family reunion this weekend and my aunt and uncle will be staying in my room and this place is like...not fit for human survival. There are hair balls under my bed. Of MY hair. Okay. That's gross. You didn't need to know that.

Over.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Quotes from the Rosenau dinner table

My dad eating a HIGHLY PROCESSED Little Debbie's lemon cake thing: "I'll bet this has never been touched by human hands. I am the first to touch this. It's like I'm an astronaut." 

Dad: "Some people like baseball."
Sam: "Some people like sticking needles in their eye."
Dad: "No, Sam, they don't."

How do you spell coconut?

So Celeste has given me a kind of challenge...sort of.

She claims that if you rub coconut oil on your legs after you shave it will make the hair grow slower and finer.
I HAVE ACCEPTED THAT CHALLENGE AND NOW HAVE A JAR OF IT SUTTING ON MY BATHROOM COUNTER (compliments of Celeste's Costco bucket of the stuff). I have used it once. Updates to follow.

I'm back to watching Vampire Diaries. Which is stupid. I'm stupid. I watch stupid, dramatic things. And I'm all the way through season 6 of Grey's Anatomy and haven't updated and in really sorry and I promise I'll get on it. BUT IN THE SEASON 6 FINALE THERE'S A SHOOTER IN THE HOSPITAL AND DEREK GETS SHOT AND A LOBOF PEOPLE DIE AND MEREDITH IS TRYING TO FIX OWEN WHO WAS SHOT AND SHE'S BLEEDING AND THEN SHE'S JUST LIKE, "oh yeah, I'm having a miscarriage" AND IT'S LIKE WHAT?! WHAT?! AND IT'S SUPER TRAUMATIC AND I WILL EXPLAIN MORE IN DEPTH VERY SOON. 

I hand washed a bunch if my clothes today. Dresses and really easily damaged shirts and stuff. I was going through my dresses looking at the tags for hand wash directions and realized that most of them are hand wash only and I have never hand washed anything until today which means I have dresses that I haven't washed in like, two years. And for some reason...that doesn't bother me nearly as much as it should.

The girls and I watched Princess Diaries 2. That is an awesome movie. And there should've been a third because she needed to end up with what's-his-face. Sad. Very sad.

VACATION NEXT WEEK. WITHOUT INTERNET. AND THAT'S REALLY GOING TO SUCK. Even my dad is dreading that part. Him and his smartphone. He's all tech-savvy and my mom still has a flip phone.

Over.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Random Acts of Kindness

Today Maggie and I went through the Dairy Queen drive through and went we got up there they said that someone inside had already paid for our ice cream! So sweet. So freaking sweet.

Today and the library it was SO HYPOTHERMICALLY COLD. LIKE I STILL HAVE NO IDEA HOW I SURVIVED. IT WAS TERRIFYING. MY LIFE WAS FLASHING PAST MY EYES. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.
Moving on.

My life isn't interesting enough to have a blog. They should shut me down. The international boards of bloggers (the IBOB) should shut me down.

Hm.... What else is there.... What is there....

OH. The kids and I watched ATLANTIS today. AND IT WAS AWESOME. I forgot how awesome that movie is. Seriously, it's fantastic. It's freaking fantastic. It has everything. Mystery, romance, magicalness, myth/legends.
Highly recommended.
But Cady sat there the whole time hypothesizing who Milo was going to fall in love with and it was super distracting.

Also, Tank rang the bell with his nose today. To go outside. We're training him to ring a bell to go outside. AND HE DID IT. That's progress people.

Over.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Update

TWITTER UPDATE: I SUCK AT THIS SO MUCH. LIKE SERIOUSLY, THERE ARE TWELVE YEAR OLDS ON THIS SITE AND I'M AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE (as previously stated) AND I'M JUST LIKE, "Is a 'favorite' like 'liking' something? And how do you comment on things? And is someone following me? WOW. SOMEONE'S FOLLOWING ME."

Over.

Nicki_Rosie

I GOT A TWITTER. I'M AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE WHO JUST GOT A TWITTER. TONIGHT. And that's kind of embarrassing...

Nicki_Rosie

Such a stupid name.

I'm such a stupid person.

I'm so sorry that I'm so stupid.

Well... After that lovely dose of self-hate... Tomorrow is British day!
That means that tomorrow, at the house of the kids I babysit for, we will be using only British accents when we speak. No American allowed.

This could be interesting...

Also we're reading Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone, which was written by a British person, so I will be reading it in it's natural dialect.

That is all.

Over.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Saran Wrap

On Friday we Saran wrapped Addy's legs together. Then duct taped. I think we need to go while body next week.


Over.

Nope again.

Well.... I am sort of at a loss for what to say today.
And that's kind of a rare thing for me.
So what shall I talk about?
I could talk about... Penguins? Erasers? The rapid decline of my sanity in the face of the impending doom that is my future. I mean that in the sense that I kind of have no idea what the crap I'm doing. Or supposed to be doing. Also my parents think I have an electronic addiction. My phone, my computer, the internet. I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM. I SWEAR. I SWEAR I DON'T. I CAN QUIT ANYTIME I WANT.

I worked in the afternoon on Friday, and you know how it gets in the afternoon. You get hungry. And I work in a library so there isn't a ton of food around. I improvised. Whipped cream on Ritz crackers. DELICIOUS. Celeste and Wendy agreed. I'm pretty sure it's the sweet and salty combination. It just meshes. I suggest you try it.

I HAVE TO WRITE A HUNDRED GRADUATION THANK YOUS NOW. HAVE A FAN-FREAKIN-TASTIC DAY.

Over.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Nope.

Today I was walking by the carnival (it comes to Blair once a year) and it was like nine in the morning and this guy working on the carousel yells, "Hey, little momma, you gonna come see us tonight?" I kind of smiled awkwardly and said, "Probably not tonight!" Then he said something else and I didn't understand him so I just smiled and kept walking.

It's these awkward, potentially life-threatening moments that remind me I'm alive.\

Over.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Pile of Dead Bodies

So. As promised.

Adventure...

I really have no adventure stories. I am about as interesting as a wet piece of paper. Plain paper. Not that fancy neon stuff.

Raisin cookies that look exactly like chocolate chip cookies are the main reasons I have trust issues.
Yesterday dad brought home cookies with dinner and half were raisin and half were chocolate chip and I picked a raisin and I am just like, "WHY WOULD YOU EVEN BUY RAISIN. WHO EATS THAT."
Kind of a traumatic moment.

Mom just told me that the cabin we're going to for our vacation in two weeks doesn't have wifi. She looked me right in the eye and said, "We're roughing it." Then I started to cry. Because wifi is basically water. My mother is stranding us without WATER FOR FIVE DAYS. 
WATER. FIVE. DAYS.
I won't survive. And you guys won't get blog updates. :(

OH. A few days ago dad and I were talking about something involving peer pressure and be said, "If everyone else jumped off of a bridge would you?" And I replied, completely straight-faced, "Yes, because there would a pile of dead bodies at the bottom to land on." He paused, then said, "What if was an indefinite free fall?" I then said, "It wouldn't matter because I would be falling forever." 

I'm his favorite kid.

Over.

Apology

I haven't blogged. And I feel bad. TONIGHT'S WILL BE EPIC. SUPER EPIC AND ADVENTUROUS. I promise.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Scattered showers

So I got this new iPhone a week ago. Part of me is resigned to the fact that now I'm just another white girl with an iPhone, but oh well. At least I waited! I waited until I graduated high school. Which means absolutely nothing, but anyway.

So I have this device that's 85% glass and 15% metal and took billions of dollars of innovation and the worlds most brilliant minds working for years and years and what am I using it for?

I check the weather at least twice an hour. 

Seriously. The weather is my favorite thing ever. I have 4 weather apps.

I am such a freak.

Also I ripped my jesns at work today. 
I felt so weird.
It was at this awkward place on my inner thigh and I told Dusk and she just whispered, "Slut!" and then laughed and walked away.
(Random story. Weird story.)

Oop. It's time. Gotta check the weather.
Scattered showers predicted.

Over.


Thursday, May 30, 2013

Lightning

What do you guys think about lightning? Like, if you were to be struck by lightning, would you be okay with it? People survive it. It'd be a great story to tell at parties. And if you didn't survive, would you be cool with dying that way? I think I would. You know, go out with a bang. Or a flash, as it were. ... I am so not funny.

Tank is afraid of sirens. They've been going off, and he freaks the crap out and starts, like, convulsing until they stop.
Also he peed on me today. Actually, physically on me. Which was gross.

I didn't post anything yesterday and I felt bad. For some reason I feel accountable to you, or something. Like I owe it to you to write about my stupidity at least once a day. Which is probably dumb.

Who first came up with the idea of a blog? Who first said, "oh hey, I would like to post my random thoughts and private journal entries for the whole world to see because OF COURSE they want to know the entire story of how your grandma knit you an ugly sweater for your eighth birthday and it was do awful and oh my gosh, angst angst angst." WHO CAME UP WITH THAT? And now it's like, a career for some people. This is America. People making money off of...blogging.

Over.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Tumor?

My dad talks baby talk to Tank. He's all. "Hey Tanky! Come here my little guy! My little man!" It's funny and a little disconcerting.

I have this issue where I'm running. Into doors and walls. Like I'm coming out of the bathroom that and wham I hit the doorframe. Today I ran into a wall at work. Like a full out wall. Not a corner, not a doorway, a straight out wall. I don't know why. I don't know how. It just happens. It's been happenING. As in plural.

Maybe I have a tumor.

Over.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Why?

Who ever came up with the idea of a blog? And why do you people read mine? I'm a pretty boring person. Like seriously. Painfully boring. Like yanking off a nose strip.

A total stranger approached me at a gas station outside of York and asked to hold Tank, talking in that baby voice that people use with babies and cute animalls. Slightly disconcerting. I'm scared someone is going try to steal him. Also he had his first bath today. IT WAS CERY TRAUMATIC FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED. But then grandma put a towel in the dryer for him and he fell asleep for like five hours. He's such a little wimp.

Over.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

The kid's a menace.

Spent the afternoon driving to my grandparents, 4 hours away. We took 2 cars because we're splitting up tomorrow. Sam (my 15 year old little brother) drove on the interstate today for the first time. He wouldn't go above 65 mph. THAT'S TEN UNDER THE LIMIT. SEMIS WERE PASSING HIM. Dad and I were I'm the car following and he was in actual physical pain. He's a speeder (I have inherited the trait). He was like, "this kid is a menace." "I am so embarrassed by this." "Did you see that wheelchair pass him? Oh look, there goes a hover-round."

It was... It was something.

Over.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

I have reached enlightenment.

I am currently writing this post from my BRAMD NEW IPHONE 5.
I have finally reached the 21st century.
I have passes from a dumb phone to a smart phone.
I have the entire Internet at my fingertips.
Billions of dollars of innovation.

And all I am doing is taking pictures of Tank.


(ISN'T HE ADORABLE?!)

He's had the hiccups all day.
It's super cute and funny cause his whole body kind of spasms.

Side note: they're making all of these sequels, like Toy Story 3, and Monsters University, and all I can think is that The Incredibles is just SITTING THERE.

Over.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Go me.

I have to get my wisdom teeth out.
This is me. Me being very sad.
Perhaps I will be able to get my mom to take a video of me high on the happy drugs and I can post it for you guys.
Or maybe that would be super embarrassing and I shouldn't do that.
I guess you'll just have to wait and see...

Wanna hear a story that was kind of funny and now it's not that funny?
So, I had to get a new planner (I like the paper ones. I'm old fashioned.) so I went to Walmart like any normal American would. And I FOUND THE EXACT PLANNER THAT I HAD THIS LAST YEAR. In blue. But that's okay. And it was in the wrong place so I didn't know the place so I just took it and when I went to pay, there was a price that came up. The cashier lady asked me if I knew what it cost and I said I didn't know, so I got it for 99 cents! Awesome right?!
Well... I took it home. And a week later I realized that it is a 2012 planner... which is the wrong year.
And that makes me very sad.
But mom got me a different one today.
One for the correct year.
So that makes me happy.
And she paid for it!
Which makes me even happier.

Tank cries all night.
And I don't sleep.
And it sucks.

But I have placement tests tomorrow and a puppy who cries so I am now going to bed at 8:01 on a summer night.
Go me.

Over.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

NOTHING

I haven't written in two days.
I feel so bad.
Having a puppy is like having a baby.
SO MUCH WORK.
And he cried all last night.
I did not sleep.
Which sucked.
But he's too cute to be allowed.
Dusk told me he looked like a webkinz.
He's so cute he's practically a stuffed animal.
A stuffed animal that cries and pees.

I DON'T HAVE SCHOOL ANYMORE AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF I'M JUST DOING NOTHING WATCHING TV AND LAYING AROUND LIKE AN UNDER-HYDRATED SLUG.

I have nothing exciting to write about.
I am a sucky blogger.

Over.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Hats With Feathers...

Well, dedicated readers, tomorrow is the day. TOMORROW I GET MY PUPPY. TANK. TANK MY PUPPY. TOMORROW WE GO TO GET HIM.

Today... I did almost nothing. Literally, almost nothing.

But I have a pre-nothing story. From my former high school days. (!!)

So, my AP English teacher is/was/and will forever be, crazy.
On our last day of class she strolled in wearing a FULL VICTORIAN COSTUME COMPLETE WITH HEADDRESS. And then she said, "Oh, how strange. By some strange form of space or time travel, I have found myself in your time and area." WHAT. She then proceeded to explain to us that she was Queen Elizabeth, and she would be teaching us for the class, because our professor was absent. She also spent the rest of class showing us slides of England, and saying things like, "And here is your professor standing outside of Shakespeare's former home." (Which was actually burned down.) She also got Clary to wear the male outfit. He didn't even question it. She pointed to this sparkly thing on a hanger and he took it and walked to the bathroom. IT HAD TIGHTS.
Then he just changed in the back of the room behind a giant styrofoam pharaoh and told us not to look.
It was one of the more entertaining class periods of my life.

AND HERE IS AN ACTUAL PHOTO TO DOCUMENT THE HISTORIC DAY.


That hat. It's just ridiculous.
And the tights. What.
Also, they're called 'pumpkin pants'.
And that's just fantastic.

Over.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

A MEDIOCRE GRADUATE.

I AM OFFICIALLY A GRADUATE.
A MEDIOCRE HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE.
AN ALUMNUS OF BLAIR HIGH SCHOOL. (Is that the right word? Alumnus? I'm pretty sure alumni is the plural...)

I didn't trip. I didn't pass out. I didn't vomit. My hat didn't fall off. I didn't totally mess up the senior song. (I played the piano.) And I remembered to shake the principal's hand with my right hand!

I'm not really sure what to do with the diploma. It's a piece of paper in a little black book. And it doesn't really do me any good because the college needs a transcript from my school and you don't use it for anything except to display or whatever and where am I supposed to display my high school diploma? I'm pretty sure that's like social suicide in college. As is wearing your letter jacket, and any other memorabilia that shows how stuck in the past you are. Or so I've been told.

My dad gave me a Cinderella princess pack as a graduation present. It has a jump rope, sidewalk chalk, crayons, an activity book (with 18 activities!), a water bottle, and a 24-piece puzzle. I really don't know what to make of it.

Over.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Bipolar Atmospheric Hell

TODAY WAS THE MOST EXHAUSTIVE DAY.

Seriously. I graduate tomorrow and all I had today was a bunch of parties to go to but me and my party hopping buddy actually had to take nap breaks at my house because we are such total wimps. But they were wonderful.

It's just one of those days where it's really humid and your back is sweating and you spend a significant amount of time wondering if the sweat is showing on your shirt and your make up is melting and your hair is frizzy and you want to do nothing but lay on the ground in the air conditioning and imagine the way life could have been if you weren't in Nebraska, the land of extreme climate.

One second it's May, and it's snowing and we ALMOST GOT A SNOW DAY, and the next day we have broken the 100 degree barrier and I want to die.

That's my life. That is the life of the Midwest. Welcome to bipolar atmospheric hell.

I graduate high school tomorrow. WHAT? That's crazy.

Over.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Star Trek

JUST GOT BACK FROM STAR TREK INTO DARKNESS

SO INTENSE.

I LAUGHED. I CRIED. I LAUGHED HARDER. I CRIED HARDER.

Seriously though. It was really good. Clever. All of these plot twists, and I was like "OH. THAT WAS BRILLIANT AND UNEXPECTED."

Go see it.
Seriously.

Also I found Chris Pine very attractive.

Over.

I'M SORRY

I FORGOT TO POST YESTERDAY. OH MY GOSH I FEEL SO BAD.
Blame it on the fact that it was my first day of freedom.
I'm so sorry.
This one will be extra special.

IN OTHER NEWS:
I had to get my pick up towed today. From the YMCA parking lot. Because yesterday after I finished working out it wouldn't start. IT PISSED ME OFF QUITE A LOT. But it was too late to get it to the shop so we just left it and today I called AAA and they towed it and hopefully it will be fixed.

I'M GOING TO SEE THE NEW STAR TREK TONIGHT. SO EXCITED. LIKE REALLY, REALLY EXCITED. I've been told it's better than the first one.

I've spent today doing absolutely nothing because I have no motivation to do anything because I have nothing to do. It's a cycle.

BUT I HAVE A PLAN.
I'm going to re-watch Grey's Anatomy. From the beginning. And I'm going to create a separate 'Grey's' tab at the top and keep you all updated with my commentary. And believe me, there will be a lot of commentary. I have a LOT of opinions. Especially on fast-paced, disaster-filled medical dramas. Prepare yourselves.

I'll post after the movie.

Over.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

FFRRRREEEEEEEDDDDOOOOOOOOMMM

FREE AT LAST I AM FREE AT LAST.

ON THIS GLORIOUS FINAL DAY OF MY HIGH SCHOOL CAREER I WILL BE USING ALL CAPS TO SIGNIFY THE GREAT WONDROUSNESS THAT I FEEL ON THIS WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON. MY SOUL IS ALIVE FOR THE FIRST TIME. I AM A BIRD. FLYING HIGH THROUGH THE CLOUDS OF OPPORTUNITY AND MAGICALNESS.

I WOULD LIKE TO THANK MY PARENTS. AND MY TEACHERS. AND AMERICA. THANK YOU AMERICA.

I WILL BE CELEBRATING BY SLEEPING FOR AS LONG AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. AND THEN WHEN MY BODY REFUSES TO SLEEP ANY LONGER, I WILL MEDICATE MYSELF INTO A SLEEP COMA.

PERHAPS LATER I WILL WRITE A REAL POST BUT FOR NOW I AM SOARING ON THE WINDS OF FREEDOM AND JOY AND AMERICA. 13 YEARS IN PUBLIC SCHOOL AND I AM FREE AT LAST. I LEARNED SO MUCH. HOW TO USE NOSE WHISTLE. HOW TO PROPERLY GET AWAY WITH MURDER. AND EVERY SWEAR WORD EVER SPOKEN. THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT.

OVER.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

....

Today was the "Senior Banquet".
We watched the video of all of our baby pictures where we try to guess who is who.
Then after we hand out the award things.
A few weeks ago we got these packets with stuff like "Most Spoiled", and "Worst Driver" and we had to fill in who in our class fit the slot.

I won "Most Forgetful".

Ironically enough, I forgot to turn in my packet two weeks ago.

Over.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Skittles

So after the grad party we had two of those HUGE bags of skittles. Like the ziplock ones.
I made sure that both of them got opened when we got home so that mom can't return them.
And I stole one and have it safely hidden in my room.
Yay for skittles.

I got my cap and stole today.
'Stole' is a funny word. (I mean the thing that goes around your neck. Often associated with old ladies and fox fur. At least in my head.)
I have TWO DAYS left of school. TWO.
BUT THERE IS SO MUCH TO DO IN THOSE TWO DAYS.
Tomorrow morning I have to be there at seven for the pre-A.P exam breakfast.
Mrs. Knapp promised that she would have plenty of sugary cereal for us.
That excites me.

I have so much to do. So much. And yet I'm sitting here blogging, watching the season 3 finale of Pretty Little Liars. Dammit.

Over.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

THREE DAYS. THREE BLESSED DAYS.

*PPPBBBBBBTTTHHHH*
(That's my unhappy noise.)
(For future reference.)

Been doing homework for the past 8 hours.

THREE DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT AND SOMEHOW I'M STILL LOCKED IN A CAGE OF COMPULSORY PUBLIC EDUCATION.

Three days. Three days. Three days.
That's what I keep telling myself.
And then it won't matter.
Even if I didn't get everything done.
It's too late.
Too bad.
DONE.

And we have a lot of leftover cake!

Well... Happy Mommy Day.
I hugged my mommy today.
It was nice.
Have you hugged your mommy?
You should.

TWO WEEKS TILL I HAVE A PUPPY.

I have never been more exhausted in my life.
I can't even care about finals.
CAN'T. I PHYSICALLY CAN'T.
IT HURTS.
THE AMOUNT OF BOOKS, NOTEBOOKS, WORKSHEETS, ETC. ON MY BED PHYSICALLY HURTS TO LOOK AT.
IT'S LIKE THE SUN.
They always told me not to look at the sun as a kid and now I'm basically legally blind.

GREY'S ANATOMY WAS KILLER THIS WEEK.
MEREDITH'S WATER BROKE.
(spoiler alert)

Almost done with season 3 of PLL
(I've slowed down significantly because of this whole 'graduating' thing.)
Also, my mom scheduled a dentist appointment on Wednesday afternoon.
That's my last day of high school.
The dentist. Last day of school.
I should not have hugged her.

Over.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Cactus

I had my graduation party today.

It was basically the coolest one.
Everyone thought so.

And I got a cactus.
A CACTUS.
A REAL LIVE CACTUS.
And thinking about it, it's a brilliant idea.
I don't really have to take care of it.
I'll have to water it maybe once a year.
It's a conversation starter.
And it's a cactus in Nebraska.

But we didn't have it at my house, which was really awesome, because that means I didn't have to clean anything.
I DIDN'T HAVE TO HELP SET UP OR CLEAN UP.
My parents were like, "It's your day, go have fun."
They are so nice.

But now my house is full of decorations, and cake, and a CRAP TON OF PASTA.
I used crap ton as a unit of measurement the other day and my mom asked me how much that was.
I didn't really have an answer for her.
Still don't.
Any ideas?

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO I KNOW THAT IS READING THIS AND CAME TO THE PARTY MY LIFE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN COMPLETE WITHOUT YOU.
YOU ARE THE LIGHT OF MY YOUNG LIFE.

Over.

Friday, May 10, 2013

PAINTBALL. I MEANT PAINTBALL.

I slept through 2 of my 4 classes today.
Curled up in a little ball.
It was wonderful.

Something funny happened today. I'm trying to remember what it was. Hmmmmmm......
Nope. It's gone.

OKAY. I have something else. More like a concern.
So my little brother Sam is a little chick magnet and the girls have been flocking to him since he was in second grade. He's got blonde hair and blue eyes and the kind of face that makes everyone just go, "AWW."
He's a freshman this year and he's been working out and everything and now he's all muscular and I am BEATING THE GIRLS AWAY WITH A STICK.
SERIOUSLY.
IT'S RIDICULOUS.

He also plays the drums, and sings in choir, and plays soccer, and wears argyle sweaters, and is super sweet and sensitive. (He always cried the most when we were younger.)

(One time, when he was 12, he shot a squirrel with a BB gun, but he didn't kill it, just paralyzed it. So it was crawling around with its arms and he was bawling and Dan was telling him to just shoot it again and put it out of its misery but Sam was practically hyperventilating and the squirrel crawled away in some bushes and we never saw it again.)
(He still refuses to shoot anything that's not a human being.)
(PAINTBALL. I MEANT PAINTBALL. HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY SHOOT PEOPLE.)

BUT THE GIRLS....
I AM SCARING AWAY JUNIORS.
THERE ARE JUNIORS GOING AFTER MY FRESHMAN LITTLE BROTHER.
THIS IS NOT OKAY.
DON'T THEY KNOW THAT HE USED TO NOT CHANGE HIS  SHORTS FOR LIKE SIX DAYS?
He also didn't shower.
Like, he REFUSED TO SHOWER.
As if he thought that acid was going to pour out rather than water.
And next year, he will be a sophomore, and I will be in college and there will be NO ONE TO PROTECT HIM. HE'S JUST A LITTLE BOY. HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT HE'S GETTING INTO.
This terrifies me.

Anyone know of a good protective detail?

Over.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Nicole's Band Adventures Part 2

MARCHING BAND STORY.
I promised.

OKAY.... what to write... what to write...
I have four years of these stories stacked up and right now I can't think of any.
THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS.
EVERY TIME.

Okay. I've got it.

NICOLE'S BAND ADVENTURES PART 2:

Okay, so for marching band we have field shows. Or, halftime shows as most people know them. And Mount Dawg (band instructor) is always yelling things at us while we practice on the practice football field during band. We are always supposed to have 'markers' or little things to mark our spots when we're moving from one position to the next. (It's harder than it looks. Seriously.) And one day he was wandering through the flute section in the back (they are ALWAYS talking and screwing around. We brass instruments are the pride and glory.) and he looks down and yells, "HEY. Who's using dog poop for markers?" We all just started to laugh and then as he's walking back up toward the front he says, "Don't worry. I'll get to the bottom of this." And then he stops and says, "Bottom of this." And then he just cracks up. Full blown cracking up. And when he managed to talk again he chuckled, "I am so funny."
It may not be as funny to you guys, but to those of us who were there, it was hilarious. Mostly because it was Mount Dawg. Some of his favorite catch phrases include:
"You'll be wearing your butt for a hat."
"I'm gonna rip you a new one."
"Don't make me throw a shoe at you." (Sometimes he takes his shoe off and brandishes is for emphasis.)(Apparently one time he really did throw a shoe and gave a kid a nosebleed.)
OH and my personal favorite:
"Make like a baby and HEAD OUT."

Over.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Exam...

SUPER short post tonight.
I have to get a good night's sleep and be up early.
Because tomorrow is my AP ENGLISH AP EXAM.
My teacher has been FREAKING out about it.
So I have to do well or it might throw her into some kind of deep depression.
But I get an hour of open campus for lunch and I miss three of my four blocks!
Wonderful.
Only seven days left until I'm done.
DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL FOREVER. HALLELUJAH THANK THE LORD.
Although, I'm already getting kind of nostalgic.

Band story tomorrow, I promise.
GOODNIGHT ALL. WISH ME LUCK.

Over.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

*GIGGLE*

Two scientists walk into a bar.

The first scientist says "I'll have a glass of H2O."

The second scientist says "I'll have a glass of water too. Wh...why did you say H2O? Like, I know it's the chemical formula for water and all, but it's the end of the day and there's really no need to intentionally over complicate things like that in a situation outside of work."

The first scientist stares at his drink, angry that his assassination plot has failed.


OH MY GOSH IT TOOK ME LIKE 20 MINUTES TO GET THIS BUT NOW THAT I DO I CAN'T STOP GIGGLING AND TELLING MYSELF HOW CLEVER I AM EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT CLEVER AT ALL BECAUSE IT TOOK ME 20 MINUTES TO UNDERSTAND.

Monday, May 6, 2013

That Sucker's Dead.

I have a complaint to file with Hollywood.

COULDN'T THEY CAST AN ACTUAL HIGH SCHOOLER TO FILL A HIGH SCHOOL ROLE JUST ONCE? JUST ONE TIME. JUST TO SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?

I'm getting very annoyed with this high-school-junior-who-is-actually-28-years-old-thing.

Just once.
How bad could it be?

Also, I notice that they wake up every morning in full makeup. And hair. Impressive. I don't even look that good after I spend an hour in front of the mirror. Or maybe that's just my inability to use a curling iron. Seriously, I have the burn marks to prove it.

OH MY GOSH THERE IS A FLY IN MY ROOM AND I CAN'T HANDLE IT THIS IS THE MOST ANNOYING THINGS ON THE PLANET. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. I CAN'T. I'M DONE. GOING FOR THE FLYSWATTER.

I'm back.

That sucker's dead.

Yeeeeaaaaah.

Over.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Poking the Bear...

Not feeling so hot tonight.
I have a headache that just WON'T GO AWAY.

Anyway, remember that iHome that I said I claimed?
Turns out it's Dan's.
He stole it back.
I plan on stealing it back again.
Which is a rather dangerous mission.
Because he's in the army.
And his biceps are the size of my head.
It's like I'm poking a bear...
A really big bear.

But I've always been a risk taker....
I always do all the big rollercoasters and weird looking bungee things.
Yeah...

ICE CREAM. DAD'S CALLING US FOR ICE CREAM.

Over.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

4th Wheelin' It

So.... I have spent the night as the fourth wheel.... It's a super awkward place to be. Seriously.

But it's still cold enough to hottub! (in May. This is a very rare occurrence. But not rare enough. Because this is Nebraska people. It likes to remain unpredictable. Like a woman.)

(Women are supposed to remain unpredictable. Right?)

But now I'm typing this while eating some REALLY good chocolate that I bought at Walgreens. It has something called 'alpine milk' in it that is REALLY GOOD.

Moving on.

I GOT A DOG TODAY.

Well, not really.
We put the deposit down to get the dog but he's only five weeks old so we can't take him for another three weeks. Today we drove for 4 hours to see him in Orange City, Iowa. He's a miniature Schnauzer. We only get Schnauzers. And we put mine down in February and so now we're getting a new one! But he's mine. He's mine.
But my dad is saying that he gets naming rights since he bought the dog and he wants to call it
OTTO VON SCHNAUZER. What the crap is that? What kind of a name is that? He says it's because he's a German dog and so he needs a German name. BUT THAT'S NOT COOL.
Seriously.

BUT WE'RE GETTING A PUPPY. SO EXCITED.

ISN'T HE ADORABLE? LOOK AT THOSE HUGE PAWS.
He does not look like an Otto.

Over.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Lookin' Hot

Short post tonight, but I promised I would write EVERYDAY, so I have to say something.

I finished Hercules.
Spoiler alert: He wins (and he gets the girl)

Tomorrow I'm going dress shopping.

Graduation's coming up.

I gotta look hot.

Over.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Sarcastic Diva

Can I just stop for a second and say that Meg is perhaps them most kickass supporting female character in any Disney movie?
I'm writing my stupid literary criticism over a literary criticism and I'm watching Hercules (because Hercules is AWESOME. One of my faves for sure.)
Meg is such a sarcastic diva!
So fantastic.
She's all: 'Men are stupid'
And I'm all: 'You tell it girl'
And then she's just got him wrapped around her finger with her sassy attitude and ability to sweep her hair back in that ponytail. Seriously, I don't even know what to say. I wish I could be her.
(Plus, she has Hercules, and he's pretty hot.)
And she has the best comebacks.


I have included the video 'Zero to Hero', from Hercules, for your viewing and listening entertainment.


So I got a new planner yesterday. I had to go to Walmart, and the one I have now ends in June so I found the exact one I have now (except it's in blue) even though it was in the wrong section but when I took it to check out, the barcode didn't work. So the cashier asked me how much it was and it wasn't in the right place so I didn't know, SO I GOT IT FOR 99 CENTS. And it's a fancy one. Worth way more than 99 cents. So basically, I'm pretty happy about this arrangement. And I hot a new journal thing. I love journal things. And pens. And books.

I'M SUCH A NERD.

(HERCULES' STRENGTH JUST GOT TAKEN. STUFF'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN. He's still, like, really muscular. Did that all just go away? I know he's not super strong, but it he at least averagely strong? Oh no. Heartbreak.)

Today we had 'Weiners for Seniors' in band. (Basically we just go to the band room for lunch and eat chips and hotdogs.) AND WE GOT THESE REALLY AWESOME NOSE WHISTLES. MOUNT DAWG GOT THEM FROM DIETZE THE MUSIC STORE. The juniors were getting so pissed off. But the whistles are actually really hard to use! You have to get it DIRECTLY over your nose and at the right angle and it's hard BUT I HAVE GOT IT and my parents are threatening to melt it down and suffocate me with it. Wonderful parenting. But Sam's not home yet, and when he gets back then they'll REALLY learn the full extent of my musical talents! (He plays the drums and our rooms share a wall. It's payback time.)



Here is a picture of a nose whistle.
It is a very complex piece of musical equipment.
Seriously. It's hard.

Over.