A Story that Only Music Nerds Will Enjoy

One of my all time favorite things is music. It can make, break or change the outcome of the day. So I realize that to some this may not make sense, but I think it will make you giggle anyway. 

I recently moved into the dorms at my new university. And if you haven't had the experience of using the Wi-Fi on a university campus I will just tell you this: it stinks. It doesn't always work and sometimes decide to not like your computer. Today is just one of those days. When I got home from school I decided that I wan to listen to pandora. I have the app on my iPod but I just realized that on computers there is this awesome ability to shuffle all of your stations together, which makes me tickle with glee inside. 

I must first describe my taste in music before going on in the story. I enjoy music in which I can deeply connect with. Whether that be with the intense emotion that comes from soul music, or the love I feel from alternative/pop men bands, or the head thubbing of Dubstep. I especially love Dubstep remixes of songs. So I have several Pandora stations that are highly diverse, but I connect with and love it all. 

So today I was shuffling my intense music together in a wonderful mash of so much connection that it sometimes creates a small brain explosion, when the internet decides to act up. Suddenly this really cool songs comes on that has base drops but the words of a soul song. I look and on comes Jill Scott, an artist that is known for her slow and sensual music. But it was a dubstep song. This excited me to no end. I mean my two favorite genres that should never even be included in the same sentence were being included in the same song! Immediately I went onto iTunes to put this song on my wish list (poor college student can't even afford a dollar song). But I was watching the bar that tells you when how long you have left until the most amazing song ever ends and it's having a spaze attack a seismic proportions. I just thought silly internet and went back to rocking out to the best song ever. Then I had to get up, and I needed to pause it so that I could continue to hear it. And it didn't pause. At all. Then the most sad realization occurred. 

 Somehow, I'm not really sure what I did to catalyze this mind blowing experience, I managed to get my Excision (one of the dirtiest (heavy bass drops) dubstep songs) channel to play at the same time as my shuffle. This song in fact did not exist.

Random thoughts

I have discovered over the past few weeks exactly how strange my brain is. Most people have learned how to connect their conscious and their subconscious. I have yet to do that. That and develop a social filter, but the filter seems to be going better than the other. This post is all about one thing: my brain is the weirdest thing ever. I don't know what is scarier. Being the person that hears all of the thoughts that travels through it every second or being my mom who gets to hear the stories of how it works. Trust me, it's bad. But don't just take my word for it. Here is a series of events that happen and my brain's reaction to it that have all happened since March of this year.

Examples of things I like fresh out of the dryer: Jeans, sweatshirts, sheets, and pears

Rain coming down hard on the roof of my car: "Oooo the woodland fairies are coming out to give me a little dance

My anatomy teacher expelling the difference between secretion and absorption. He explained that the open space within any part of an organ is called a lumen. In absorption nutrients go through the lumen wall into the blood vessels in the membrane: (to the tune of the song "Get Low" which I haven't heard since I last watched "The Proposal" three months previous) To the lumen, to the wall. Not down the organ wall but to the blood vessels crawl.

Getting up to my alarm clock with an adjustable snooze. I had a 7:30 class and had to leave at 6:45 to get there on time. The plan was to get up at 5:30 to get ready and make food for the day. The alarm goes off: I hope you don't mind, I took a moment of indulgence (the clock said 6:30 and I don't even recall it ever going off beforehand).

Thunder rolling during the night: oh wait, that one was my tummy

Graduating high school: Tah-Done

Heart shaped strawberry: Ah, I love you too strawberry

Watching the movie "Prince and Me": I should play a game where I make up Facebook statuses for random parts of a movie

Not finishing an episode of a crime show: dream about my being the detective

At the end of a bad day: If today had a Facebook fan page, I would not like it

Driving to school only using my thumbs: Thumb drive!

The top break light in my station wagon fell out making it just glow in my trunk space when I put my foot on the brakes: It's the ghost light!

Headlights on cars: see the faces in them

Have three weeks worth of assignments due Sunday for one online class and responses to discussion posts in my other online class due today: get on my long lost blog.

Yup, my brain is really weird. Most of these I did without any thought at all.....actually all of them without any concentration. They all happened in an instant. And speaking of the last one I have classes to go take care of. Thanks for reading, I hope you got as much entertainment out of it as I did thinking of it.

Drunk Texting

Okay so I know it's been a while. I could give you all of the marvelous excuses that would completely explain while I haven't posted a story or thought of late but the truth is they all fall under one really good saying. "Excuses are like armpits, everyone has two and they both stink" (said a really wise person I just don't know who). So no matter how much deodorant I could apply to those excuses, it just won't cut it. Rather I will just once again grace you with a really good story.

So in the last month I have become an official adult. Two months ago I graduated from high school. I'm starting to get.....old. (Extra points to whoever can name that movie) I tell you this because this story comes from some months ago, before I went from a minor to a major. As you all know, I have been attending college while in high school. Even though most people go to this college for a general AA degree, I am going to become a personal trainer. Yes! Well in this program, you have the same teacher for just about every class and the same people within just about every class. Everyone in this program becomes very close and comfortable with each. Sometimes a little too close. Okay, now that I have set up this story for you, it is time :)

One of my programmates is from another country with a really awesome name. He is super friendly and funny, but still has a huge language and culture barrier. One day I log into Facebook and he has friend requested me. So I said to myself, "Self, he's in my classes, I see him almost everyday, why not?" First mistake. Another day I log in and he pops up on the little messenger thing. And we talked for like 30 seconds, my typical conversation length (I'm not very sociable). This happens several times, each time the fact that I was still in high school came up. The last Facebook conversation we started talking about our online classes. He decided that math was a good first online class. Maybe he had more than just cultural barriers. Anyway, he said that I was distracting him from his work. Funny considering he initiated the conversation. So he said to text him. Mistake #2.

Can you see these little escalations. Before I go on, let me tell you that he is at least 23, but probably closer to 25. But I figured that if he needed help on his classes, he should have someone to contact. I'm such a clever gal (humble too :)). And he did ask me for help one time. But our conversations continued through text. Not very often though.

One night I get a text message. "Hey." Harmless, right? I respond and I get "Are you drinking." Talk about illegal. I told him so. Mistake #3. I should have talked about how I have vowed to never drink and things like that (which is very true). But because I said that I was underage, we go back into the high school thing. He must have had to ask again to make quadruple sure or something. Then he asks if it would be illegal if we hung out. So I said depending on what we do, no. Mistake #4. Before I go on, let me just say, I don't talk to boys or guys very often. Especially drunk ones. I have this forcefield around me that sends them flying in every which direction whenever they get close. Like the bullets off of those forcefield droids from star wars. So we are no entering into huge inexperience territory.

Back to the story: He promised he wouldn't do anything. Then he proceeds to tell me that he thinks that there are some sexy things about me. I shut it down right then and there. He was offended that I wouldn't let him think things about me. At that point I just didn't care.

So this was my first ever experience texting a drunk person. I just have to say one thing. Keep you drunk thoughts about minors to your drunk selves. Minor girls are jailbait, so just don't do it.

What was it I was going to do?

Hey All!!

So I know it has been a while since I have posted. To be perfectly honest I have kind of forgotten. So that is what I have decided to make this post about. How forgetful our minds are.

I don't know about the rest of you, but when the spring comes, my work ethic and school dedication kind of goes down the toilet. Last year during spring quarter, I actually did fairly well. I mean I did get my first B but that was due to more focus on my other classes and my ever getting in the way pride. But this year, I seem to be falling through the cracks.

During spring break, I started working on scholarship applications. Within a week and a half I completed 5 and started 2 more. The last two, I was waited until school started again so that I could get a letter of recommendation from my program head and teacher. He wrote me this awesome letter about how I was a good student and had good character. The very next day I completely forgot about the assignment due and therefore had to ask for mercy. Ummm something wrong with that?

Oh and then the next week I had a track meet against a school that one of my good friends graduated from, and whose sister still attended. He told me that she was a fake redhead and was wearing white leggings. Kind of weird specifics but yet it worked amazingly well. The whole meet I devised how I was going to meet her, finally after one of my events, it looked like I was going to get a chance. I was sitting on the ground, about where she was going to walk past after her event. She had stopped to talk to someone, and so I talked to one of my friends until she would walk by. In my head this was how it was going to go down: she was going to walk by, and I was going to say, "Hey are you Nick's sister?" Well as I was thinking about this, white leggings walked by, so I said, "Hey!" The girl turned around and she was African American. Now there isn't anything wrong with that, but definitely not the girl I was trying to meet. I quickly apologized, but then I had to explain myself to my friend. Definitely embarrassing.

Now still I am really young. Young brains are supposed to work really well. Instead I can't even keep track what day it is. Maybe I am just going crazy. Or like the title of this blog says, slightly discombobulated. 

Kony 2012

Okay, so a lot of my posts are silly stories or my illogical brain having ideas, but this one has a different tone. By now most of you I am sure have heard of Kony 2012. A movement to make Joseph Kony famous. Please watch the following video (yes it is almost a half hour, yes it is definitely worth your time), and then read my thoughts afterwards. 

http://youtu.be/Y4MnpzG5Sqc

So here's the deal: this man is a monster. Whatever else you may hear about this, no matter what, he is still doing some horrible things. Yes, the organization only gives about 32% of the money it raises to the people that they are raising the money for. You have to keep in mind that the people running the organization need to have a living too. Something as big as the invisible children is not a hobby, but a full time deal. And that money that goes to the people in those countries in need is still more than they would have without their help. 

What I really think is that this movement is a great idea. We can show to the American government that we are not always a selfish people (because, let's face it, we really are sometimes), and that we want to help people that doesn't give us a huge reward in return. I also think that this movement being worldwide is AWESOME!!!!! It is seemingly simple and cool to want to do something as a country, especially our country. But to cross borders, stand hand in hand with someone who is once looked upon as the enemy and send that message to this man that his actions are pure evil, what an amazing thing to be apart of. It is natural as humans to have enmity towards someone that is different, whether that be different race, ethnicity, religion or whatever else that sets us apart. Easily that turns into wars and hate. Look at the wars our country has been in of late. Started by hate across religious lines. This movement can be the start of something great. Dropping this hate, indifference for each other. The Irish Catholic, American Atheist, Iraqi Muslim and Japanese Hindu can no longer look at each other as enemies, someone below them, a particle of dirt and just reach out and help people of a continent that is largely ignored. What is to say that could come of this next? This can be the beginning of no longer hating each other but working together. So let us start with removing a huge hate power in the world, this Joseph Kony.

Idiot Freeway Drivers

Yes we have all seen them, and, well, been them. Now I could go on and on all about the idiots that I have experienced on my way to and from my college. That would be incredibly boring and take forever, time in which I do not have. So I will spare you my life story. However I do have one story to share in hopes to bring attention a needless and potentially dangerous idea that has passed through some driver's mind. 

So on my drive home the other day, I was in the third lane, driving the typical 6-10 miles per hour over the speed limit (Typical in my area anyway), and following the car in front of me a little close, along with that car and the car in front of it. I was jollyily passing tortoise cars in the third lane when I passed by a parked state trooper on the other side of the freeway. Now, I don't necessarily know about where you live, but where I live, there are Jersey barriers between the different lanes of traffic on the interstate. So when the lead car of this packed in line saw this parked cop car, they decided that they would slow down to the speed limit. Now, yes it is wrong to speed. However, when you have a line of cars such as this one, going the speed that we were, slowing down to the speed limit was not a smart move. For one thing, there is no possible way for that trooper to pull you over. They cannot cross the freeway, there is a barrier. They cannot see your license plate to call it in, there is a barrier in the way. And when you have that line of cars, we were all lucky to not have gotten in a pile up. 

So this is what I am trying to portray: if there is a cop on the opposite side of the freeway, and you are in the city where it is impossible to cross the freeway, PLEASE do not slow down if there is a line of cars behind you. If you do so, you may be avoiding imagined possible tickets, however you will be risking your back end and fault for a needless pile up.

Dare I say it......Lalaloopsy dolls

Okay it's been a while since I've posted. You know how it goes....super busy life, especially as a student. But hopefully this one makes up for it by bringing a smile to your face. 

So story time:

The week after Christmas, some members of my family and I went to visit my Grandma. My aunt lives nearby, and so brought her kids over. And as many of you know how it is, little kids have to bring their new toys everywhere. Well her 10 year old brought along her new doll.....her new Lalaloopsy doll. The world's most disturbing new doll brand. I say new because it only adds to the collection of disturbing dolls in my family, as I learned later that day, but that is a different story. Anyways, I am pretty sure these dolls were made by men who grew up ripping the heads off of their sister's Barbie dolls. Seriously, these dolls have taken the head off of Lilo's (from Lilo and Stitch) doll and put it on the body of a Barbie doll. Straight out of Sid from Toy Story's bedroom! What possess little girls to want these dolls...well it must be the dolls themselves. Pure evil!

So I put that doll in the disturbing images trash bin in my brain and forgot about it. Until I was later watching my Nickelodeon teenage soap opera/comedies about a month later and on came a commercial....the Lalaloopsy sisters! My immediate reaction: "They're everywhere!" in a scared whisper half thinking that they would come out of the TV if I were to give away my position. That is how disturbing these dolls are. So I then, in typical teenage manner, posted that exact statement on my Facebook page. And guess who responds, my aunt, the mother of this fear bringing child. She said that said child used her birthday money to buy yet a third doll! This is the aunt who didn't allow her oldest child to even watch Lilo and Stitch. And here she has allowed her daughter to become possessed by the head of Lilo's doll. Later that night she posts a picture of her daughter with the dolls, in my honor of course. Like I need to be reminded of these devil's faces. So I thanked her for my nightmares. She said how they were perfectly fine during family prayer. Well yeah! Even the devil has to succumb to the power of prayer (sorry, I am not trying to assert my religious beliefs onto anyone, this is just part of the story and my perfectly rational fear). Later, I was in the laundry room, with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide cleaning out my ears (maybe strange, but hey it works). We have this nifty new dryer that kicks on every 5 minutes post cycle the keep your clothes from being wrinkled. Well in my feared state, and forgetting that this happens, when the dryer kicked on, I about spilled the entire bottle everywhere. So I told my aunt so, do you know what her response was? "How about coming to visit? We haven't had a night out in a while." My response: I am not going to be alone with your kids and those dolls. Her kids are very good at torture devices by themselves, they do not need the help of possessed dolls. (That part was omitted of course, but I was thinking it!) 

Valentine's Day comes and she gave me a wonderful gift. A picture of her daughter with Lalaloopsy pencils! Their heads are the erasers!!!!! Does anyone else think this is wrong? Witchcraft I swear! I was so worried about nightmares when I went to bed that night. Thankfully I dreamed about the Apocalypse instead......wait, is there something wrong with that statement? Anyway, this is my rant: LALAOOPSY DOLLS ARE GOING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!!!! And if you don't believe me, here is a picture of said dolls to help you see it my way

Be afraid! Be very afraid! There was another picture with a headless.....something, but it was too disturbing for some audiences.

Automatic Hand soap dispensers

Okay so quick clarification on last weeks post before I go into this one: my polisci teacher is not in fact a man. Because I am taking an online class, I never really found out the gender of said teacher. As it turns out, she is in fact a woman. A German woman. Which explains a lot. 

Anyway, this week's post. It is about something that really, really annoys me. We've all experienced their attempts to shoot out soap, but end up missing your hand or never even firing in the first place. That is right: automatic hand soap dispensers. They first appeared in hoity toity public bathrooms that made you feel like you were in fact going to be germ free. I mean it's automatic and therefore preventing the germs that are on soap dispensers from ever touching your hands. 

Then they appeared everywhere, getting more soap on the counter than on your hands, and hardly ever even sensing your hands in the first place. My friend and I were in the bathroom at a fast food restaurant yesterday, and there was one in there. Between the both of us, we waved our hands at least twenty times, and we barely got the three squirts that were available. Not to mention, the "right amount every time," turned out to be this pathetic squirt that would only get a clean hand clean. And our hands were not clean. We had just spend two hours on playground equipment.
Now they have ones for home!

I mean, I can understand automatic faucets. You do have to turn off faucets, which defeats the purpose of washing your hands in the first place. I can even understand automatic paper towel dispensers (haha they're fun to play with :)). But I cannot possibly understand hand soap dispensers. I've already stated the noticeable traits that I don't like, but there is one thing that I really have a problem with. Why does it matter whether or not you get germs on your hands? You're using the soap to WASH your hands! That means you're washing the germs right off of your hands. It's not like they'll be on there long enough to hold on with their little germ hands and never let go. The real reason why they sell the home ones, is to waste your money, and just hope that gullible people think that they're saving themselves. Please people, do not buy these things. Frustration, thrown away money, and soapy counters will only come your way.

What is up with Political Science teachers?

So I was looking at last week's post and I realized that I need pictures, or else it makes this very dry. "No butter, no yam, just dry!" But the are no pictures to go with this post, so sorry, sucks for you! Just kidding, do not take offense to that and please keep reading.

Today's post is really actually a complaint....about political science teachers.

For those who have seen the movie "First Daughter" your reaction may be, are politics actually a science? Well apparently they are, it's just that the politicians in our world understand it. 

So in requirement to graduate from high school on time, I have had to take two classes.The first one, I have to admit, was pretty awesome. My teacher was great, I did really well in the class, and no final! It was even interesting! That is so not was what I expected. However this next one is NOT the same story.

Through turns of events, I have had to take my government class online. This teacher is not the same awesome teacher that I had before. In fact, I find myself more and more frustrated with him. Here is why:

First of all, he has a custom order for our books, so that we can only buy it at the bookstore. Fine, it wasn't that much, I can deal. Well a part of this custom order was a code for an online lab thing. He puts a link from the online class page directly to where we enter the code and create a log in. (In a side note, the first word on that code was LSWAG. I was like, that's right, I-got-swag) Well when I entered said code, it popped up that this code has multiple parts and it is unsure of which one I am trying to use. I go through this whole online support thing, and they tell me that my code doesn't match my book. What the heck?!?! He puts on there a forum for questions to the instructor and tell him my situation. He tells me that I have to go to the actual page and enter in a different book and then my code. Hey brilliant teacher, why didn't you just say that then putting a bad link on the page in the first place?

Another problem I have with him arises with one of the weekly assignments. We have this weekly forum thing where we have to write a lengthy response to his questions and then respond to three of our classmates. I am so not okay with the whole respond to my peers thing, but I do it. So we're all cordial with each other, but still pointing things out about how we didn't think our response through. However, after the first week, he puts up this 10 page thing about how we need to think critically about these things and our required 100 words doesn't include niceties like "I liked your response." Basically, he wanted us to argue and have heated debates. So the next week, that is what I did. I pointed out what was wrong with what they had stated, or so they thought. But apparently I didn't! When he put the grades up for the response, he docks me and says that my responses to my peers was weak. What?!? I went to bed that night feeling like I had ripped my classmates apart! Seriously? What do you want me to say? Even though you say everything that I agree with, I am going to pick apart everything that you said, but it was still good. This is why I really enjoy being able to sit in the back of the class and just put in random input that either has absolutely everything we talked about 5 minutes ago and nothing with what we're talking about now, or something I am really passionate about. 

Grrr....

The next part just kind of makes me laugh. So like fifteen minutes ago I was in the online classroom and he posted about this week's upcoming reading assignments. He made some comment about being students of political science. Hey buddy, did you read our introductory statements? We are ALL, except one, taking this class because we have too. Most of us are in running start and need it to graduate high school before graduating college. Others are taking it because it fulfills an AA requirement. Only one person is actually a student of political science. So to say that we are political scientists in training is the biggest overstatement in the world! Well maybe not the world and maybe not the biggest but it's still huge! This is my favorite part though. The rule is that when we take the quizzes, we cannot use our notes or book. Well he always put this statement: use integrity within yourself and the universe. I'm not really sure how to take this to tell you the truth. If that is supposed to be not offensive to those few people who believe the universe is the source of ultimate power, then I guess that's great. But I have a religion and I don't fear the universe, so that doesn't really help me be more full of integrity. I have as much integrity that a 17 year old can muster, and I don't really need to be reminded, thanks though!

The moral of my story is that political science teachers are strange. Some of them are great like my Global Affairs teacher. Some of them just make you want to the quarter end that much sooner. Here's to only a month and a half!

Aren't dentists supposed to protect your teeth?

Hello all,

This inaugural post is about the people we all love: dentists. This last week, I had my semi-annual cleaning. No big deal right? I've been there a thousand times, and they all know me by name, even though I have no idea who they are. Going to be an awesome experience right? Not exactly.

Ok don't get me wrong, it wasn't as bad as the time I went in for a cleaning and came out with three fillings. And I didn't even get numbed right on the side with two fillings. This was not even close to being that bad. I just had a few.....let's call them realizations.

So I had brushed my teeth that morning before my run, and I didn't want to brush twice that morning, so I simply didn't eat anything after my run (I know, bad idea future personal trainer). Part of being me, I am always hungry. But thanks to the lovely fluoride, another part is having to have an empty stomach before dentist appointments, or the trash can will become my new friend. OK, remember this as it will become important later.

This awesome appointment started out with the routine medical questions (physically I am quite healthy, I am not so sure about the mental part though). Then it came up, "Hey, looks like you're due for a new picture." Gee, I am so glad that I took the time to look okay this morning. I was hoping for a cute boy in the lobby (which didn't happen), but this works too. So the lady decided to check the cover picture. Who's bright idea was it to put a picture that made me look like a stoned 13 year old on there? Really? It's not like the braces were bad enough!

OK, got a new picture, not so bad. I mean this one was way better that other attempt of crushing a person's self esteem. I am waiting for the hygienist to come in and low and behold, it turns out to be my totally awesome dentist (no sarcasm, I promise). She has this weird metal stick thing that she always uses to attempt to pry my teeth out of my skull; it tastes like evergreen (don't ask). So I was expecting this, but instead she shoves a air brush thing in my mouth and puts air on the one tooth that doesn't bother me. "Do you feel anything?" Uh, no. Try the other side, and see how fast my body reacts. Apparently it's a watch spot. I didn't notice anything before, but later that day when I had a big bowl of grapes, I noticed it. Thank you for that.
So the hygienist's first method of attack was the hand tools. I really want to know who makes those things, because they look like they belong to Dr. Jekyll. She comes at me with this rather large fishing hook and starts to attack my teeth, and at first it was no problem. At first. I will be the first to admit, I am not the world's best brusher. Even with the electronic toothbrush, I try to multitask when I brush and it just doesn't turn out well. Because of this, I get some build up along my bottom teeth in the front. When it gets to that point, what does she do? Jabs the hook in my gums, doesn't apologize, then cleans that tooth like she did nothing wrong. She then asks if I have any sensitivity there. Before I can figure out how to answer her when her hands are still in my mouth she goes on to say how I might be due to my bad brushing skills. The only sensitivity I felt lady was the hole my punched into my gum. Continuing on with these hand tools, she put the hook in between my teeth. Nothing wrong with that, right? Wrong! I seriously thought that she was going to pull my teeth out. Hmmm new method of torture. Let's use a hook and pull every tooth out of your head. We really should have all professions communicate better, we might get more things done that way. Finally that was done.
Her next method of attack, the tooth polisher. Now this part really wasn't that bad. The only problem I had was her gloves that tasted like windex all up in my mouth so that it lasted longer than the taste of fluoride. Really, people? You can make bacon flavored dental floss, but you can't make dental gloves that don't make you wonder what harsh chemical you're ingesting today? I mean, we ingest bad chemicals everyday, just ask the people who are regulars are McDonalds, but don't let us know that we're doing it and we'll just be fat, dumb and happy. That's all that matters anyways, right?
Okay so here comes the fluoride. They used to have this foamy trays that they would place in your mouth for hours on end, tell you not to swallow, put the thing that sucks your tongue out of your head in there and call it good. I cannot tell you how many times I gagged per tray. Now they have this handy rinse that you just put in your mouth, don't swallow and swish for a minute. The only problem is, most people actually do swallow when they swish things, it's just a fact of life. I learned it in an experiment with saltine crackers and iodine (another story for another day). So here I am swishing thinking: "Don't swallow, don't gag. Don't swallow, don't gag." I'm pretty sure I swallowed a couple of times. Hope I don't drop any IQ points. Here comes my favorite part: "Don't eat or drink anything for 30 minutes." Are you kidding me?!?! This lady had to have heard my stomach growling. There are two grocery stores and four fast food restaurants within a minute of this place and she expects me not to eat? That is almost as bad as when I got my wisdom teeth out...okay maybe not that bad.
Anyway this is my question. If we are attacked by hooks that pull our teeth out of our head, drills that are supposed to fix our holes, and swish something that if we swallow we'll lose IQ points, what part of that is making your teeth last longer? I'm just saying, aren't dentists supposed to help make our teeth better?

About this blog

Hi, this blog is about the rants and ravings of a high school/college student. Currently I am both. There is a program in my state that allows me to go to college and complete a 2 year degree, while serving as my high school credits. I find that as I am going through these many classes and uploading all of this information that all of these thoughts and questions occur. I post lots of them on facebook and I get many good thoughts about the things that I post, so I decided to make this blog. You see, sometimes I wonder about whether or not the adults in this society care about the thoughts of kids like me. Barely adults but have lots of ideas to share. To be perfectly honest, I don't care if people really read this, I am just puting my thoughts out there for the world to see.
Ok, a little bit more about me.
I have less than 5 months left of high school, and three quarters of college. Meaning I will be going year round this year (yay! :/) I highly enjoy exercising and being healthy, so a lot of my posts will most likely be about that. I also highly enjoy music. Hardly anything can beat the feeling of a music making your brain bounce and your whole entire body going "Wow!" I'm not adding much more about myself, because through out this blog, you will see my personality come out. Plus, if I want the whole world to see, I want to keep me a little more hidden. I'm not a complete idiotic teenager, only half as you will soon see. I hope that you enjoy what I think, as I will try to keep it funny and entertaining. If not, don't read it! Enjoy!