Its pretty scary whats happening, but the world seems to be helping out quite a bunch which reminds me that there is still PLENTY of good in the world yet, and its not the terrible, selfish place the news usually chocks it up to be.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Japan
I can't believe I haven't published a post about Japan yet, although I don't think it would make any difference, everyone already knows. But anyway, here's a video, its pretty neat but scary at the same time.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
So I was at home today, waiting for the photo's that I just put on my moms facebook to upload (because for some reason, no matter how many times I show her how to do it, she cannot remember), and I plopped down on the comfiest couch ever and did what any 19 year old, university-going girl would do. Wrapped myself in two huge blankets and turned on TLC. Hell yea.
The show that was on had no recognizable faces, unlike John&Kate Plus 8, or Extreme Makeover Home Edition, or even What Not to Wear. And it took me a few seconds before I realized that this was a reality show, set in the home of a polygamous family. As I watched the first episode, it didn't look all that abnormal and I started thinking "Hey this family is normal! They all love each other, so what if the guy had three wives?". It went on to talk to the wives, and how they all love each other and have been happily married to him for 20, 17 and 16 years.
In the NEXT episode, I went right back to my primary thoughts on polygamy: it's so wrong. The husband had a perfect life with 3 wives and 12 (and a half, there was a bun in one of the ovens) loving children. But then he went and decided he needed another wife. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOUR FAMILY! The rest of the episodes I watched - I think I watched 5 consecutive episodes.. Sunday Afternoon Marathon haha.. Anyway, the rest of the episodes were of the wives crying over having to stretch their time with their husband to the max as he "courted" this new chick. All the kids, who had all been born after he was married to his third wife, thought it was weird to welcome someone else into their house. All the wives were having melt downs and the new wife was crying because she felt like she was tearing apart the existing family.
The husband was very sympathetic to all four of the women, but the dipshit did nothing about it. You would think if you saw one of YOUR actions tearing apart your family that was so solid before, you would call it off because you love these people. But he went through with it. Then his first wife approached him and was all like "I'm jealous that your spending so much time with Wife #4, how would you feel if I was spending time with another man like that?" to which he replied "Well that thought just sickens me! I would definitely NOT be alright with that!" .. o.0 So wife #1 cried a while longer (shes in her mid 40's) and then, to make her feel better, he took her to mexico and proposed that she carry another one of his children. ... o.0
Verdict: Polygamy is stupid and selfish.
Anyway, I got wrapped up in that series all afternoon. Time to go to bed or study.
The show that was on had no recognizable faces, unlike John&Kate Plus 8, or Extreme Makeover Home Edition, or even What Not to Wear. And it took me a few seconds before I realized that this was a reality show, set in the home of a polygamous family. As I watched the first episode, it didn't look all that abnormal and I started thinking "Hey this family is normal! They all love each other, so what if the guy had three wives?". It went on to talk to the wives, and how they all love each other and have been happily married to him for 20, 17 and 16 years.
This is them.
"Sister Wives"
In the NEXT episode, I went right back to my primary thoughts on polygamy: it's so wrong. The husband had a perfect life with 3 wives and 12 (and a half, there was a bun in one of the ovens) loving children. But then he went and decided he needed another wife. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOUR FAMILY! The rest of the episodes I watched - I think I watched 5 consecutive episodes.. Sunday Afternoon Marathon haha.. Anyway, the rest of the episodes were of the wives crying over having to stretch their time with their husband to the max as he "courted" this new chick. All the kids, who had all been born after he was married to his third wife, thought it was weird to welcome someone else into their house. All the wives were having melt downs and the new wife was crying because she felt like she was tearing apart the existing family.
The husband was very sympathetic to all four of the women, but the dipshit did nothing about it. You would think if you saw one of YOUR actions tearing apart your family that was so solid before, you would call it off because you love these people. But he went through with it. Then his first wife approached him and was all like "I'm jealous that your spending so much time with Wife #4, how would you feel if I was spending time with another man like that?" to which he replied "Well that thought just sickens me! I would definitely NOT be alright with that!" .. o.0 So wife #1 cried a while longer (shes in her mid 40's) and then, to make her feel better, he took her to mexico and proposed that she carry another one of his children. ... o.0
Verdict: Polygamy is stupid and selfish.
Anyway, I got wrapped up in that series all afternoon. Time to go to bed or study.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
I Keep Forgetting to Buy Mustard- Shoot
My goodness, is it day four already?
.. don't look so impressed :(
My no facebook run has hit a new record. I feel slightly pathetic proclaiming this to the world (er, I mean, my five friends who read this) but none the less it is a milestone for me. I can't remember ever going longer than three days without facebook (minus this summer at my family reunion where there was hardly any electricity let alone internet).
I'm at home, I slept in until 11:00am today- it felt great. But I didn't just sleep that long for no reason, no. I had a late night last night, staying up talking with my mom. It was actually one of the most fun conversations I've had with my mom in a long time. I told her about my idea to write a local history paper on the prank-based rivalry of the Agro's and the Engineers at my university, which sparked a bunch of fond memories of my mom's years at U of S.
She was never an actual Agro, she just hung out with them alot. She told me all about how "back in the day" her and her friends used to meddle in the Engineers lives alot, including stealing every microwave, kettle and other small appliances from the Engineer lounge and holding them ransom until they coughed up almost $300! .. to a random mailbox of course. She guessed that they probably still don't know who did it.
She also went on to talk about how her and a bunch of her girlfriends bought an old beat up car for $10. She said they pained it red and wrote "Courtesy of the Engineers" on the sides. In the dead of night, they snuck the car into the Arts building and parked it at the base of the Arts Ramp ( for those of you that don't know, the Arts Ramp is used instead of stairs to connect the first and second floors of the Arts Building, and has thousands of people trapse over it everyday). People climbed over it for two days before security finally moved it.
Another one of her pranks involved "accquiring" 30 sheep from a local farmer, then "storing" them inthe Engineer lounge. I thought this was hilarious. But the best part of the whole thing was just getting to talk with my mom normally. Sometimes when I come home, my mom treats me like more of a guest, putting on the happy face that I recognize only when we have company over. But last night it was like she was talking to me like nothing had changed, and that was nice.
And it made me ponder if I have any similarities to my mom. I used to think we were mostly opposite, she was always planning things and very organized whereas I was always more Dad-like with my lack of need for things to be organized and planned. I always kind of thought mom was the safe one of my parents, the one that always took the high road and never stepped out of line. I honestly have no idea where I got that picture from, maybe it's just because she never talked of her "wild days" with me like dad did. But after last night, I realized I'm more like my mom that I thought. We both have similar sense of humor, and back when she was my age, she wasn't the same organized person she is now, but instead was just into having a good time. I have always been afraid of turning into my parents (I think everyone has that fear to some extent), but I mean, why should I be? My parents are laid back and cool (well as cool and laid back as parents should be, I mean, they don't set a strict curfew but at the same time they don't encourage drugs or disrespect).
Note: Does anyone else feel like chewing on a boiled lentil is like biting on a sack of dust? Its just so.. gross and dry.
My no facebook run has hit a new record. I feel slightly pathetic proclaiming this to the world (er, I mean, my five friends who read this) but none the less it is a milestone for me. I can't remember ever going longer than three days without facebook (minus this summer at my family reunion where there was hardly any electricity let alone internet).
I'm at home, I slept in until 11:00am today- it felt great. But I didn't just sleep that long for no reason, no. I had a late night last night, staying up talking with my mom. It was actually one of the most fun conversations I've had with my mom in a long time. I told her about my idea to write a local history paper on the prank-based rivalry of the Agro's and the Engineers at my university, which sparked a bunch of fond memories of my mom's years at U of S.
She was never an actual Agro, she just hung out with them alot. She told me all about how "back in the day" her and her friends used to meddle in the Engineers lives alot, including stealing every microwave, kettle and other small appliances from the Engineer lounge and holding them ransom until they coughed up almost $300! .. to a random mailbox of course. She guessed that they probably still don't know who did it.
She also went on to talk about how her and a bunch of her girlfriends bought an old beat up car for $10. She said they pained it red and wrote "Courtesy of the Engineers" on the sides. In the dead of night, they snuck the car into the Arts building and parked it at the base of the Arts Ramp ( for those of you that don't know, the Arts Ramp is used instead of stairs to connect the first and second floors of the Arts Building, and has thousands of people trapse over it everyday). People climbed over it for two days before security finally moved it.
Another one of her pranks involved "accquiring" 30 sheep from a local farmer, then "storing" them inthe Engineer lounge. I thought this was hilarious. But the best part of the whole thing was just getting to talk with my mom normally. Sometimes when I come home, my mom treats me like more of a guest, putting on the happy face that I recognize only when we have company over. But last night it was like she was talking to me like nothing had changed, and that was nice.
And it made me ponder if I have any similarities to my mom. I used to think we were mostly opposite, she was always planning things and very organized whereas I was always more Dad-like with my lack of need for things to be organized and planned. I always kind of thought mom was the safe one of my parents, the one that always took the high road and never stepped out of line. I honestly have no idea where I got that picture from, maybe it's just because she never talked of her "wild days" with me like dad did. But after last night, I realized I'm more like my mom that I thought. We both have similar sense of humor, and back when she was my age, she wasn't the same organized person she is now, but instead was just into having a good time. I have always been afraid of turning into my parents (I think everyone has that fear to some extent), but I mean, why should I be? My parents are laid back and cool (well as cool and laid back as parents should be, I mean, they don't set a strict curfew but at the same time they don't encourage drugs or disrespect).
Note: Does anyone else feel like chewing on a boiled lentil is like biting on a sack of dust? Its just so.. gross and dry.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thumb
A few things I've realized about home since I've left home:
1. The kitchen counter tops clash with the kitchen walls REALLY horribly.
I never noticed this before, one of those things that your so accustomed to that it doesn't even phase you. A couple years ago- more like 6 years ago- my mom decided our house needed a face-lift. The whole interior was painted and our basement finally got completed after being simply cement and drywall for 10 years. But before we could finish the house completely, we had to choose between new countertops or sending mom to college again. We chose the later, which would eventually lead to my mom getting a job at that college, but anyway, just never noticed that before.
2. My Dad has an accent.
Not a real foreign accent. I mean, he doesn't have any trouble pronouncing R's and he knows all of the general Canadian slang. But he definitely has a "Country Boy" accent, and by that I mean It;'s obvious that he was raised on a farm. For example, tonight when he was experimenting with his tweaked version of spagetti sauce, I literally jumped out of me seat when he yelled "HOOOOOOWEEE! THAT THERE IS SOM DARN GOOD SAUCE! HA! I GOT IT BY GUM! JORY TRY THIS!!". I tried the sauce. It was darn good. He spent the rest of his time cooking spurting out random sayings that I can only describe as Dad-Like.
3. My dog is an anamagus.
It's unfortunate that Bryna won't catch this reference, but Imma make it anyway. We got mitzie when my brother was born. That was almost 18 years ago. My dog was the runt of the litter and had the shortest life expectancy. Shes half Terrier and half Poodle. She got pregnant shortly after we got her, if she would have had the puppies, they all would have died and she would have too. Two years after that, she was run over and from her bottom rib to the end of her tail, her black fur turned brown. She developed a tumor about 4 or 5 years ago. Its massive, bigger than my fist. Two years ago, our entire house almost burnt down when her dog house started on fire (its right next to the garage, which is attatched to the house). Since then, she refuses to go in the new house we built her, she shivers through the coldest of cold in a blanket lined box on our back deck. Poor thing, but we all lover her to death and I swear, the only reason she has lived this long is because she is actually a human.
4. Internet is ridiculously slow
It's painful- thankfully I don't have much of a reason to be on the internet anymore ;)
5. Cold
I think rez has me climatized to 29 degree temperature. I come home and everyone is walking around in t-shirts and bare feet and here I am, bundled in sweat pants, bunny hugs, slippers AND socks, and sometimes even mittens. IN THE HOUSE! My parents are what you would call "green" people, as in, they like to save energy, but in the process, I get pretty chilly.
6. My house smells clean
You know when you go to other peoples houses, you can always pick out what they smell like right away, but you just assume that your house has no smell? That's how I was, until I moved away and came back. And its now one of my favorite smells in the world! It smells fresh haha, I can't believe this smell used to be so neutral to me!
7. The microwave in the kitchen
Is ancient.
Anyway, I have a math assignment due in 25 minutes.
Just did that math assignment and got it done with 10 seconds to spare
Thursday, March 10, 2011
A Slice of Sky
SSSSS
Day 2.
Less urges today- THANK GOD! But that was probably just because my computer refused to hook up with the internet. I don't blame my computer, the internet is a slut. So many bad, bad things out there- many of them turn up in Google image searches when I look for pictures for this little doo hickey. :(
So what happened today you ask? You didn't actually ask that? In fact you didn't even say a word? WHATEVER ITS NOT YOUR BLOG.
Well let's see. I decided to write my local history paper on the history of the Agro's vs. the Engineers, I went to the gym and threw around a basketball (literally threw it- I suck at basketball, as much as I would like to be good at it), took a lovely nap, ate a blob of starch that my sister made me for supper- Thanks for the noodles Jen! :D, went to a play that my friend was in... He was good in it, but I'm afraid he was the only one. And you'll never guess what I did next.
REZ LUAU! Heeeell yea.
Here I played twister, hoolahooped, found out I'm not as talented at hoolahooping as I once was, watched coconut bowling, got a picture with THE SEXIEST MAN not ALIVE!, limboed, found that I also suck at limboing, and collected candy from a smashed piñata.
Did I mention I also danced with a group of fantastic friends? This group is not all into "sexy dancing" or "hardcore grinding", their more into the mock-kind of dancing, or just having a good time, not really caring what they look like.
mmm I wish!
I wore my shades. That way, no one could tell where I'm looking... :3
Its funny that I could go swimming for 4 hours and be able to run a brush through my hair easily, but after a dance it takes a good 30 seconds. If only I had a weave.
Day 2.
Less urges today- THANK GOD! But that was probably just because my computer refused to hook up with the internet. I don't blame my computer, the internet is a slut. So many bad, bad things out there- many of them turn up in Google image searches when I look for pictures for this little doo hickey. :(
So what happened today you ask? You didn't actually ask that? In fact you didn't even say a word? WHATEVER ITS NOT YOUR BLOG.
Well let's see. I decided to write my local history paper on the history of the Agro's vs. the Engineers, I went to the gym and threw around a basketball (literally threw it- I suck at basketball, as much as I would like to be good at it), took a lovely nap, ate a blob of starch that my sister made me for supper- Thanks for the noodles Jen! :D, went to a play that my friend was in... He was good in it, but I'm afraid he was the only one. And you'll never guess what I did next.
REZ LUAU! Heeeell yea.
Here I played twister, hoolahooped, found out I'm not as talented at hoolahooping as I once was, watched coconut bowling, got a picture with THE SEXIEST MAN not ALIVE!, limboed, found that I also suck at limboing, and collected candy from a smashed piñata.
Did I mention I also danced with a group of fantastic friends? This group is not all into "sexy dancing" or "hardcore grinding", their more into the mock-kind of dancing, or just having a good time, not really caring what they look like.
I wore my shades. That way, no one could tell where I'm looking... :3
Its funny that I could go swimming for 4 hours and be able to run a brush through my hair easily, but after a dance it takes a good 30 seconds. If only I had a weave.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Juice Boxes for Frogs
First day: Success!
I kind of had a feeling that without facebook, I would have more free time, but I wasn't prepared for THIS much free time. Today was the most productive day I've had in a long time. Besides the fact that I wrote a test that I probably failed, I feel pretty good about today. After that disappointing exam (which most likely will not be counted towards my overall grade- I would be absolutely thrilled if I passed it at all), I watched the recent episode of Glee to put myself in a better mood.
After that, I went for a 45 minute walk to clear my head, it felt amazing! You know when your just walking just for the sake of walking, no where to go and no time limit, that you just instantly feel relaxed and appreciative of EVERYTHING? Happens to me whenever I walk. Plus the fact that when you tune out the rest of the world with an ipod, you feel like your the protagonist of a music video- haha.
I spent an hour after my walk just reading, I caught up on reading the Tempest for english class. Then I went ahead and read the first 30ish pages of a novel that I don't have to read for another 2 weeks. You know, at first I HATED my English prof. I thought he was high on a drug. Called Charlie Sheen, don't try it or you will die and your children will weep over your exploded body. Kidding, he was (and is) high on himself. But last class, after finding out that over half of the class hadn't read the required reading, he flipped and cut class early. Woop! Plus he's always saying random, very frank things to keep those of us who aren't asleep on our toes.
Supper came and went- weird "toad in a hole". I looked questionable but tasted alright haha, pretty darn good actually. Then I subbed in for Bryna's volleyball team for an hour, then hit the gym with Bryna after. We only stayed for 20 minutes. There is 4 kinds of people at the gym;
1. The Hardcores- Usually sporting sweat bands or special "weight lifting" gloves, these people are always just given'r. Their most likely covered in sweat and in excellent shape. Their aspiring to become one of those fit&tan 45 year olds who spend all their winters in Florida where they can wear minimal amounts of clothes to show off their hard work.
2. The Weaklings- Often heard whining or panting while doing ab workouts, these are the people who are only at the gym because they realized, a little too late, that the Freshman Fifteen IS REAL. I totally fit in this category.
3. The Showoffs- Guys that usually wear wife beaters & girls that do their hair and makeup before coming out. These people are only partially there for a workout, their mostly their for eachother. Showoff Guys like to work out near Showoff girls, that way they can sneak peaks at each others hot bod's. And make everyone else feel inadequate.
And finally, 4. The Newbee's- These people don't really know what their doing, they feel out of place and don't really know where to look while they run on a treadmill. Some might try weight lifting and end up doing it wrong, eventually causing them to stretch a muscle they didn't even know they had too far. They often spend more time figuring out the programming on an elliptical than actually using it.
Anyway, those are some of my thoughts for today, I'm sure I'll be back tomorow, hopefully I can find more things to do to curve my craving for Top News or Status Updates.
Ps- Is anyone else completely terrified of Nikki Minaj?
Oh and I found a song I really like today, apparently it was on a super-bowl commercial?
I kind of had a feeling that without facebook, I would have more free time, but I wasn't prepared for THIS much free time. Today was the most productive day I've had in a long time. Besides the fact that I wrote a test that I probably failed, I feel pretty good about today. After that disappointing exam (which most likely will not be counted towards my overall grade- I would be absolutely thrilled if I passed it at all), I watched the recent episode of Glee to put myself in a better mood.
After that, I went for a 45 minute walk to clear my head, it felt amazing! You know when your just walking just for the sake of walking, no where to go and no time limit, that you just instantly feel relaxed and appreciative of EVERYTHING? Happens to me whenever I walk. Plus the fact that when you tune out the rest of the world with an ipod, you feel like your the protagonist of a music video- haha.
I spent an hour after my walk just reading, I caught up on reading the Tempest for english class. Then I went ahead and read the first 30ish pages of a novel that I don't have to read for another 2 weeks. You know, at first I HATED my English prof. I thought he was high on a drug. Called Charlie Sheen, don't try it or you will die and your children will weep over your exploded body. Kidding, he was (and is) high on himself. But last class, after finding out that over half of the class hadn't read the required reading, he flipped and cut class early. Woop! Plus he's always saying random, very frank things to keep those of us who aren't asleep on our toes.
Supper came and went- weird "toad in a hole". I looked questionable but tasted alright haha, pretty darn good actually. Then I subbed in for Bryna's volleyball team for an hour, then hit the gym with Bryna after. We only stayed for 20 minutes. There is 4 kinds of people at the gym;
1. The Hardcores- Usually sporting sweat bands or special "weight lifting" gloves, these people are always just given'r. Their most likely covered in sweat and in excellent shape. Their aspiring to become one of those fit&tan 45 year olds who spend all their winters in Florida where they can wear minimal amounts of clothes to show off their hard work.
2. The Weaklings- Often heard whining or panting while doing ab workouts, these are the people who are only at the gym because they realized, a little too late, that the Freshman Fifteen IS REAL. I totally fit in this category.
3. The Showoffs- Guys that usually wear wife beaters & girls that do their hair and makeup before coming out. These people are only partially there for a workout, their mostly their for eachother. Showoff Guys like to work out near Showoff girls, that way they can sneak peaks at each others hot bod's. And make everyone else feel inadequate.
And finally, 4. The Newbee's- These people don't really know what their doing, they feel out of place and don't really know where to look while they run on a treadmill. Some might try weight lifting and end up doing it wrong, eventually causing them to stretch a muscle they didn't even know they had too far. They often spend more time figuring out the programming on an elliptical than actually using it.
Anyway, those are some of my thoughts for today, I'm sure I'll be back tomorow, hopefully I can find more things to do to curve my craving for Top News or Status Updates.
Oh and I found a song I really like today, apparently it was on a super-bowl commercial?
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Facebook Less
That title is literal. Starting tomorow, and for 20 days after, I am giving up Facebook. I shall be Facebookless for the rest of March. I've always wanted to try this but was always afraid that I might end up being one of those people who make a HUGE announcement about quitting Facebook, then come back 12 hours later and look like tools.
So here I go, I can't even remember what life was like before facebook, it's probably a good thing that I'm getting the hell out of there! So curve my cravings, I'm going to be writing a few blogs. And by that I mean I'm going to probably be writing at LEAST one blog/day. I will also force myself to go to the gym and just get away from computers, that might make it easier. Maybe my story will inspire others to do the same.
I gave my friend Bryna my password and she gave me hers, so even if we have an uncontrollable urge, we still can't. Yea, we're going all out. Haha, Bryna is going to write a blog too.
I'm also giving up alcohol. I've never been one to NEED to drink to have fun, so why bother wasting money on it and poisoning my body with it?
Also, why do people talk to dogs like their retarded?
(Ps, I do it too, just wondering why we do it)
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