Day Twenty-Eight: Your Year In Great Detail

I'm not going to go into a lot of detail about this year, simply because I do that at the end of every year. But if you're curious about what has happened to me this year, you should either a) talk to me more often, or b) visit my photo blog

Day Twenty-Seven: Your Month In Great Detail

This month, I bought a new bookbag. I worked at kgb_. I spent a lot of time at the Underground Cafe. I went home for a couple of days. I watched the super bowl for the first time in my dorm. I dyed my hair purple, and then two days later did an awful black experiment. I watched girly movies with my roommate. I stopped drinking caffeine. I went to Petco to play with ferrets. I finally told my best friend something she should have known a long time ago. I started working on a story that I've been wanting to do for years. I went to a masquerade ball. I planned and succeeded my first spontaneous surprise trip home. I got close with a young girl and am hoping to save her life.

This month, I updated my blog every day. I grew.

Day Twenty-Six: Your Week In Great Detail

Friday, February 19th, 2010:

On Friday, I got up and went to classes as I normally do. I slugged my way through English 1000, French 1200, and Abnormal Psychology in the hope that the rest of the day would make up for it. After classes, I went shopping with SCAM for the remainder of the things we would need for the Farc Formal. After that, I came home and grabbed some dinner from Twain. Then, we hung out in here and watched the Olympics and things like that. I gave Jessy my super disgusting apple juice, which she loved.

Saturday, February 20th, 2010:

On Saturday, I woke up with the intense urge to go home. Not for the weekend, but just for a couple of hours to see my family. So I hauled ass into the shower and ended up making it home within two hours of waking up. It was incredible to see the look on my mom's face when I got back. I spent the day with my Mom, my Great-Grandma, my great-aunts, and my little cousins. And then around 5:30 I got back in my car and drove home in order to make it back here in time for the Formal. It snowed and was awful on the drive back, but I was okay. The dance was incredible, even if it took me awhile to get comfortable enough to dance. It wasn't the best turn out, but it was enough to make it super fun.

Sunday, February 21st, 2010:

On Sunday, I woke up with the intention of studying, which lasted for about two hours and exactly enough time to read a chapter in my psychology book. Then, I was desperately hungry so Kee, Jessica and I took off for Chinese. Which was absolutely delicious. Then, we stopped by Petco, which is usual when we're over in that area. Jessica ended up falling in love with a guinea pig, and Kee fell in love with two mice. Both of which ended up coming home with us. I spent the rest of the afternoon setting up the guinea pig and babysitting while Jessy was at work. Then, I went to the underground cafe and met up with Grace for a write-in that as usual, didn't turn into much of a write-in.

Monday, February 22nd, 2010:

On Monday, I got up and went to classes like I always do. I dragged myself through the awfulness that is Monday in the hope that the day would get better. It didn't. I hate every day before Wednesday. I came home and amused myself by playing with Jessy's guinea pig, Kanye. Then, I went to dinner at Plaza 900. After that, I went to a meeting about a potential summer internship.

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010:

On Tuesday, I went to my two favorite classes. I came home in the afternoon and wrote until I couldn't feel my hand - or my heart - anymore. I kept going and eventually came out with something incredible. I went to Walmart with Kee and Jessica and decided that I refuse to drive them around anymore. I came back and had an awful night. I hate Tuesdays.

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010:

On Wednesday, I woke up jittery and excited. I couldn't handle the wait any longer. I wanted to be at the Underground with my friends, enjoying being there and being alive. Classes were long and dull and I could barely stand them. Finally, that afternoon I went down to the Underground to play Apples to Apples with Liz, Noah, Grace, and Abe. It was so much fun. I had a grilled cheese like I always do and accompanied by a chocolate shake. I hung out with Grace and talked to her after everyone else left.

Thursday, February 25th, 2010:

On Thursday, I woke up and went to classes like I always do. I ended up turning down the Southwestern Internship, just because I couldn't handle being away from Missouri for that long. Hell, I don't even want to leave Columbia anymore, let alone go to the East Coast. Immediately after class, I took off for Malissie and Dennis' house, and as soon as I got there I expressed what a beautiful day it was, and we took off to the park. At the park, we walked around and climbed some rocks. We "skipped" rocks on the ice. We played on the playground. We walked. It was good to get outdoors. The sunshine makes me feel more alive. Then we headed back to their apartment and watched Harry Potter and ate tuna noodle casserole. It was the best.

Friday, February 26th, 2010:

Today, I went to classes like I always do. It was relieving to see how warm and wonderful it was. I proclaimed it to be the best day ever, and sure enough it was. After classes, I came back here and hung out until it was time for dinner, which I had with Becky and Yolanda. After that, I headed down to the Underground (are you seeing a theme these days?) with Grace and her friend Alison. Soon, it got too crowded so we took off for Panera after Liz and Noah met up with us. We stayed at Panera until close, and I had my first cup of coffee/caffeine since I stopped drinking it a few weeks ago. It made me REALLY hyper. After Panera closed, Liz and Noah went home, and Grace and I headed to the Underground with her dad. It was Latin dance night, but somehow we managed to tune them out long enough to write for about an hour and a half. When I finally got home, it was almost eleven and I was so happy.

Day Twenty-Five: Your Day in Great Detail

I woke up this morning in a fairly bad mood. I generally hate Thursday mornings, plus when I got up I had a long talk with my mother about the Southwestern Internship, which I decided not to take in the end. I talked to Haley and Madi. I procrastinated getting dressed. I went to French and focused. I ate lunch for the first time this week. I went to HDFS, which let out super early. Then I went to my interview for Southwestern and told them I couldn't do it. And then I went to Malissie and Dennis' house. So we decided to go to the park, but while we were waiting for Dennis to get dressed, Malissie and I went outside to hang out. And then while I was gone I took some pictures:

When we got back to their house we hung out on our computers and watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Malissie made tuna noodle casserole. Then at 10:45, I came back to the dorms and hung out with Jessy and Becky in my room.

Day Twenty-Four: Whatever Tickles Your Fancy:

Every Wednesday, I spend my evenings with a group of people I met in November for National Novel Writing Month. I couldn't be happier to meet with these group of people. We're all different, but connected through a wonderful talent we all possess. I've gotten particularly close with the girl in the picture, or Grace. I think of her as a younger sister. I want to take care of her. And hopefully, I am.

Day Twenty-Three: A Youtube Video

As lame as it sounds, I'm in love with this video. It's silly, it's fun, and a tune that can get sick in my head for days. My mom, as well as my friends and especially my roommate, have long since grown tired of my continuous "Hey, got any grapes?" question.
Watch it, love it. I did.

Day Twenty-Two: A Website

http://sweethomestyle.tumblr.com

For as long as I can remember, I've had a girly thing for homes. I like the way that other people design there homes, and the way that things can be laid out. Sweethomestyle lets me lust over designs and get ideas for my future home.

Day Twenty-one: A Recipe:

1 med Eggplant (1 1/4 lbs)

1/2 c. bread crumbs

1/2 c. parmesan cheese

1 t. italian seasoning

3/4 t. garlic salt

1 egg

Ranch Dressing

Peel eggplant, then cut lengthwise into 1/2" thick slices.

In separate dish, combine bread crumbs, parmesan cheese, italians seasoning & garlic salt.

Beat egg in another dish, dip the eggplant into egg wash, then coat w/bread crumb mixture.

Arrange on a cookie sheet coated w/cooking spray. Spritz top of eggplant w/cooking spray. Broil 4" from heat for 3 min. Turn sticks & spritz w/cooking spray, Broil 2-3 min. longer until golden brown.

Serve with Ranch Dressing for dipping sauce.

Day Twenty: A Hobby Of Yours:

I suppose I have lots of hobbies, but not ones that I take pictures of. I love to hang out with the people pictured above. I love to write and do things with people I know from NaNoWriMo. I love to take photos, even if they're not quality. I like to update my blog. I like to text people. I like to dance and listen to music. I like to enjoy my life. I like being a mentor for children. I like helping people. I like spending long Saturdays with my great-grandma.

Comment and tell me what you like?

Day Nineteen: A Talent Of Yours

The only true talent I really have is writing. I'm fairly good at other things, like art and photography, if I try. But writing is the only thing that comes naturally to me. I can sit down and write for hours, and when I'm done I'm amazed by what I have in front of me.

Also, today I bring you a video of my friends showing you their talents!

Day Eighteen: Whatever Tickles Your Fancy

Yesterday, it was announced that Powerspace broke up.

It's safe to say that I was absolutely heartbroken over the split. Of course, what's weird about this is that I didn't really like Powerspace. They weren't a super talented band, and they definitely weren't a band that I listened to on a regular basis - or ever, really.

The thing about this band is that I feel like they're MY band. Or rather, the band of fbr_trash. Kevin Kane, the member on the far left, was a regular member up until a couple weeks ago. For a long time, he'd joked about how Powerspace was an awful band, and had leaked downloads to the album himself.

But still, it devastated me when they were over. Maybe because I feel like I know Kevin personally (and I have a wonderful crush on him), and I know how much he loved being in a band. I wish all of these members the best.

Day Seventeen: A Piece of Artwork

I don't remember how long I've been in love with Kurt Halsey's stuff. Probably since 10th grade when Ruth showed him to me. I first fell in love with his fireflies, and then opted to do one of his paintings for my senior tile. But there's something about this one that I just love.

When I get sad, I clutch onto my bear. Mike Bear, to be exact. He's my one true source of comfort when I'm upset. He was with me through so much stuff, even along side a trip to the mental hospital. I just love this piece, and I can't explain how much.

Day Sixteen: A Song That Makes You Cry:

This one seems so obvious. There aren't a lot of songs that have that power, except for Swim and There, There Katie by Jack's Mannequin. But since I already talked about Katie, I'll talk about Swim.

I got Swim as soon as The Glass Passenger leaked somewhere around August of 2008, but I didn't really listen to it. Only a couple quick glances, I was much too caught up in the swirl of Senior year to care about music, even from my favorite band. But then a friend of mine had to go away for a month, with absolutely no contact from me except for a few letters here and there. It's funny how it destroyed me. I have my reasons why it did, real reasons that hurt even now to think about. But October was hard for me. And I turned to Jack's Mannequin, seeing their new cd in a new light. Their songs didn't make me feel better, not exactly, but they were catchy beats that kept me from bawling.

One night I was on my way home from something at school. It was cold, and I didn't mind dropping off Alexa on my way home. Immediately after Alexa got out of the car, the song Swim came on. I thought nothing of this as I drove home, until the lyrics "the currents will pull you away from your love" came on, and I lost it. I pulled over and cried all the tears that I'd kept in that day. Hell, that month. And you know what? Afterwards I felt better.

Day Fifteen: A Fanfic

I don't really do fanfiction. So I'll just show you a picture of the books I have instead. Also a note from my roommate.

Day Fourteen: A Non-fictional Book:

I don't honestly read a lot of non-fiction, so I'm going to make this be more of a short story one. I read The Country of the Blind when I was a Senior in High School, and I couldn't have been more in love with it. I'd recommend it to anyone who has the desire to think when they're reading.

Day Thirteen: A Fictional Book:

I have an intense love of this book. I could read it over and over again, and in fact I have. I'd recommend it to anyone.

Day Twelve: Whatever Tickles Your Fancy

Maybe I’m a little judgmental.

Facebook is designed for College students as a social networking site. And soon it expanded to High Schoolers, as well as older people who wanted to get in touch with old friends. And great! It’s a wonderful site and I have no problem with any of that.

But then again, the last time I checked you were required to be fourteen years old to join the site. Kids lie about their age in order to get on the site, and what’s worse is that their parents knowingly let them. I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen things on my Facebook page that I don’t enjoy seeing, and I definitely would not want a child to see that.

I was flipping through my best friend’s little sister’s site, she’s fourteen, and noticed that one of the girls who commented on a post was ten years old. Fourteen or thirteen seems young to me, but I can’t stop them at that age. But when you’re ten years old, it’s a little young to be on a site like that.

My brother is ten years old, and I couldn’t imagine allowing him to have a site like that. At that age, you shouldn’t be exposed to the Internet at such high levels. Quite honestly, if I learned that my brother had a Facebook I would be calling my parents upset.

Childhood is lost these days. No longer are we spending our innocent years outdoors and watching Playhouse Disney. Instead our younger generation has role models like Miley Cyrus, who at first was an innocent girl on Hannah Montana that has sense turned into a throughly awful role model. I can’t believe that she is taking her position as a role model like this. It makes me sick to think that it’s people like her inspiring the minds of our youth.

And what’s worse is that people allow this. Parents see the things that their children are being exposed to and ignore it. Saying that it’s no big deal, just innocent fun. And then they wonder why kids are growing up at such a quick rate, why childhood depression is at an all time peak. Why young girls are turning to sex as young as sixth grade.

Believe me, I have no problem with Facebook, or any messaging site for that matter. I use Facebook daily, as well as Tumblr, Twitter, Livejournal, and Blogger. They’re wonderful, fun sites. I have no problem with the Internet. If you know me, you know that I have a lot of wonderful friends that I wouldn’t know without it. But what makes me sick is that kids are growing up so fast. They’re turning to sites they’re not mature enough for.

I honestly believe people should start making an effort to get the younger generation away from the Internet, at least until they’re old enough to handle it. And quite honestly, at ten they’re not. All it takes is a few simple clicks before they’re dragged off on to sites they’re not ready for.

The Internet is wonderful. It’s full of sites that are full of great information. And they make a lot of sites that are child-friendly. I’m not saying that children shouldn’t use the Internet, only that they should be monitored. Parents should stop using the computer like a toy and make the effort to protect their children.

But maybe that’s just me.

worst. idea. ever.

Day Eleven: A Photo Of You Taken Recently:

This craptastic photo was taken a couple days ago, when my tips were purple and adorable. It often occurs to me that I still look like a five year old.

Day Ten: A Photo Of You Taken Over Ten Years Ago:

Me with my two cousins. Left to right: Me, Cede, Bretta. We're cute and young, and dressed in horrid 90's clothing. The decade before Hannah Montana and trashy kids. Those were the days.

Day Nine: A Photo That You Took

I decided to do something really fun with this one. Looking through my photos, I realize I have 37 consecutive months of photography. Each month has a photo of myself, so I went through and put them all in. You'll notice February is missing. I did that on purpose. And to go with the "theme" of the day, all except approximately six of these were taken by me. Here we go:

#1 - January 2007:

#2 - February 2007:

#3 - March 2007:

#4 - April 2007:

#5 - May 2007:

#6 - June 2007:

#7 - July 2007:

#8 - August 2007:

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#10 - October 2007:

#11 - November 2007:

#12 - December 2007:

#13 - January 2008:

#14 - February 2008:

#15 - March 2008

#16 - April 2008

#17 - May 2008:

#18 - June 2008:

#19 - July 2008:

#20 - August 2008:

#21 - September 2008:

#22 - October 2008:

#23 - November 2008:

#24 - December 2008:

#25 - January 2009:

#26 - February 2009:

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#28 - April 2009:

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#30 - June 2009:

#31 - July 2009:

#32 - August 2009:

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#34 - October 2009:

#35 - November 2009:

#36 - December 2009:

#37 - January 2010