Herein lies my family's next big challenge: fruit flies. Recently, we've been having a problem with fruit flies popping up all over the kitchen. We'll be eating dinner and a fruit fly and a couple of his buddies will fly across the dinner table. Every time we sit down to eat, fruit flies will show up out of nowhere. I feel like it's almost deliberate, like the fruit flies wait until the moment we sit down to eat, and then they mockingly fly over the table. It's gotten to the point where I can't take anything seriously because I'll hear clapping randomly in the middle of doing something. For example, I'm practicing piano in preparation for an upcoming recital. As I'm playing a piece that I think I've got completely memorized, I hear the clapping of my mother attempting to rid the kitchen of fruit flies. As I'm doing homework upstairs in my room, I'll become overwhelmingly distracted by my mother in pursuit of the kitchen fruit flies which will then be followed by a triumphant cheer at having finally killed one of the tiny suckers. You don't realize until you try to kill a fruit fly how rewarding it is. They slip away through your fingers, dodge your determined capture, and attack in numbers.
This one day, I open the microwave door to warm up my lunch and find at least 20 fruit flies swarming over a poor piece of pummelo. Totally taken aback, I slam the microwave door to contain the mass of flying insects. However, realizing my need to use the microwave, I quickly take out the pummelo (fruit flies and all) and plop it on the counter. I look back into the microwave and notice a couple lagging fruit flies. Vengefully, I close the microwave door and set the timer to 15 seconds on high. Yes, 15 seconds of pure hell will serve them right. After 15 seconds, I open the microwave again expecting to find fruit flies fried sitting on the bottom of the microwave. Instead, nothing, like they vanished into thin air. To my dismay, I realize that they probably escaped my vindictive microwaving through the circulation vents. No fried fruit flies today.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Sad songs on a splendid...Thursday
This year has really whizzed by. I remember the beginning of school all too clearly; I remember sitting down in my desk, restless at the thought of the end of summer break; I remember attending my classes for the first time as a senior; I remember knowing what it's like to have a free period in the day; I remember (and am eager to forget) the dread of looming college applications waiting to get done. Remembering all of these things, I can truly say that this has been one of the most enjoyable, rewarding years I've experienced. This is probably partly because of the thrill of entering college in just a matter of months, but also the people I've met, the friendships that have grown have made this year so much better than my past years of school. And now that we're already halfway through April, prom is in a few days, and AP exams are too close for comfort, I'm realizing exactly how scared I am of what's coming up next for me, because I have no idea. All of this thinking and remembering and memories shows me just how desperate I am to cling to what I've experienced through the years. Think about it. For me, I've been in this school district for 13 years. The structure was familiar. We knew what to do though at times we didn't exactly know what we were doing. But at least we knew what was coming next. No curve balls. No blurry future. Always a clearcut path. And now that we've come to the end of this road, it's like we're standing at the edge of a big empty field. I guess that's what comes with growing up. There aren't clearcut paths for us anymore. Just a big empty field waiting to be run across, waiting for someone to lie down among the flowers, waiting for something to happen. Which way are we going to run? I've seen so many people run across this field and get to the other side. And now that I'm standing at the edge of it, I can't get myself to take one step into it. Which way am I going to run? I always knew that I was growing up, but I never imagined that one day, I'd be the one walking across the stage, looking out proudly, yet sadly at all the people who made it all possible, at the parents who were always there to support me, at the friends who pulled me up when I was down, at the teachers who taught me lessons in and out of the classroom. I tell everyone that I can't wait for that moment, for the moment when I finally achieve what I've worked so long for. For the moment when I receive my diploma as a mark of my accomplishments. For the moment when I'll look out into the crowd and give all of those people a thankful grin. But the truth is, I can wait for that moment. Because waiting for that moment means I'll have more time to spend with those people instead looking out at them. I can wait for school to be over because I just don't want it to end. It's only a month and a half...just a measly month and a half to really appreciate all the people who have made my experience unforgettable. How is that possible? I just want to hold on tight to what these longtime friends mean to me. The years in kindergarten "cooking" ants on a log. The fifth grade when we thought we were so cool because we were the oldest in the school only to realize that the process began all over again in middle school. It's just growing up, and as much as I want to deny it and turn away from it, it's inevitable. Some people say they want to grow up to become a fireman, an astronaut, a doctor, a lawyer. I want things to stay the way they are right now.
I can wish and hope all I want, but the truth is, we've all grown up, and it's almost time for everyone to run across that big empty field. And if I can build up the courage, I'll be running with them. But I sure as hell hope that I come across these people again later in life. And you all better be at the ten year reunion!
I can wish and hope all I want, but the truth is, we've all grown up, and it's almost time for everyone to run across that big empty field. And if I can build up the courage, I'll be running with them. But I sure as hell hope that I come across these people again later in life. And you all better be at the ten year reunion!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Great Gasoline
Today started off pretty normally; going to class, getting work, doing work, getting restless, distracting people. It was a pretty rough and boring morning, so I was relieved when 4th period rolled around so that I could enjoy 50 minutes of school-less bliss. I turned my car on to go home and saw that I had about 1 tick of gas left in my tank, maybe a little more. I probably should have gone to get gas at that point to avoid this whole situation, but it was my free period, and all I was thinking about was getting home, eating, and watching cheesy movies on Disney Channel. Today featured one of my favorites: Halloweentown High, the 3rd movie of the Halloweentown trilogy which is what I had been hoping for since yesterday when Halloweentown 2: Kalabar's Revenge, the 2nd movie in the series of 3, played. Well, tempted as I was by what turned out to be the highlight of my day, I decided against going to get gas which would have probably wasted half of my free period, and besides, I had more than a tick left which was equivalent to around 20 miles. And the closest gas station was right up the road about a mile away. So instead of getting gas as any sensible person with one tick of gas left in their tank would do, I promised myself that I would get gas after school when I had all the time in the world. If I went after school, the only time I would be cutting into would be my homework time which was perfectly okay with me.
So I continued on with my day, enjoyed a nice long free period, got covered in pollen, and made a quick run to Orange Leaf with Lydia to get ice cream. I explained to her my gasoline situation, and she assured me that as long as the gas light hadn't turned on, I was fine. And the gas light hadn't turned on, so I returned to school comforted.
After what felt like forever, the last bell rang, and school was finally over. I turned on my car and again looked at my gas meter which still showed 1 tick of gas. Well, I still had about 20 miles left to drive, so I decided that instead of driving to the closer BP which was not even a mile from school, I could make it to the Exxon which was just a little farther away. What led me to this decision was for one, I wouldn't have a bunch of high school students staring at me while I pumped gas and two, because I needed to go to Harris Teeter to buy chapstick (though I suppose I really should use its proper name and call it lip balm because I wasn't going to Harris Teeter to buy chapstick since I'm allergic to the brand Chapstick. I was actually going to buy Burt's Bees lip balm) and the Exxon was really close to Harris Teeter. Clever me, killing two birds with one stone. After I got some gas, I could make the short trip to Harris Teeter to take care of my grocery needs.
Well, I arrived at the Exxon with a smile. Good thing I didn't run out of gas. That would have been a pain. And there were plenty of open gas pumps for me to choose from. If you've ever been to the Exxon at Chapel Hill North, you know that there are 2 rows of 3 stations with gas pumps on either side. I decided to use the one facing the curb (and also facing the ABC store). And since there were two cars ahead of me already getting gas, I parked at the 3rd gas pump. I got out of my car and went about my business acting like I knew what I was doing because if there's one thing that's embarrassing, it's going to the gas station and struggling to pump gas into your car. Who doesn't know how to pump gas? A few seconds later, some sort of landscaping truck came up behind my car. Clearly, it needed to get gas, but the lane between my car and the curb was too narrow for it to pass my car and reach the now-available gas pumps in front of me. So the driver parked the front of his monstrous truck right behind my car. I contemplated moving my car forward to allow him to get to a gas pump because having the grill of a truck parked behind you as you get gas is sort of intimidating, but I decided that it would only take me at most 5 minutes to get gas, so he could wait. With a few difficulties (1. forgetting to open the gas door 2. being unable to open the gas cap for a couple minutes), I was ready to pay for my gas. Now, keep in mind, I hadn't actually pumped any gas into my car because of the whole pay before you pump deal at gas stations. (And ignore the fact that paying for gas is actually the first thing the machine tells you to do.) I was ready with my debit card in hand to begin the fueling process. The screen told me to insert and remove my card, so I did. The word "Authorizing" appeared on the screen, and I waited a couple moments for the machine to read my card. To my horror, instead of proceeding to the "Enter pin" screen that always follows payment with a debit card, the words "DEBIT not ready" appeared. What the heck did that mean? I had no idea. I canceled the transaction and tried again, figuring that it had to be some sort of glitch. Once again, the words "DEBIT not ready" came on the screen. I looked around at anyone who could be watching my struggles (and most likely laughing), and remembered the huge truck parked behind me. Well, this was too embarrassing, so I decided to move my car and pretend that I was being nice by letting him get to a pump. I drove up to the first pump in the line and tried my debit card again. "DEBIT not ready." This was something I'd never encountered at a gas station before, so I scanned the whole machine in search of some sort of clarification. Then, I came upon a sign that read, "Only credit cards accepted at pump, pre-fuel cash payments accepted inside." Well this was just great; I didn't have a credit card, and I had a total of maybe $10 in my wallet. And you might be thinking that I could've just gone inside and paid $10 to get a couple gallons of gas, just so I wouldn't run out of gas, and believe me, I considered that, but in the end, my laziness won over. I would pass by the BP on my way home anyway, so I could just get gas there with much less hassle. And by the time I finished shopping at Harris Teeter and drove to that gas station, there wouldn't be so many students around to watch me pump gas. So it was settled.
I made my quick Harris Teeter run then set out for the BP. I checked my gas meter which was at half a tick mark at this point. While driving, my gas light came on which made my heart race. I didn't know what that meant or how many more miles I could drive. Lydia had said I was fine as long as my gas light wasn't on, and here it was glaring brightly in my face. A few moments later, however, the light went off. This confused me. Did I have sufficient gas or not? Then, the light came back on. I fretted the entire way to BP as this cycle of the light coming on and going off continued. But my worries left me when I pulled into the gas station and saw open pumps and thought, finally, I'm going to get some gas. However, I was completely shocked to find a yellow "Out of Service" bag on the gas nozzle. Well, no worries, I could just drive around to the other side. I scanned the other side and saw more yellow bags covering the nozzles. Great. These were the two closest gas stations on this side of town, and I couldn't get gas at either of them.
Panicked, I decided that I could either go home and try getting gas again tomorrow, or I could drive across town to get gas. I checked my gas meter and saw that there was less than half a tick now. I couldn't go to the Exxon tomorrow because I didn't have a credit card, and the BP might not be in service tomorrow. So I just decided to get gas now. The closest gas station I could think of was one by Staples. I was hysterically worried that I would run out of gas before I could reach another gas station. It seemed like I got stopped at every traffic light, and it appeared that all of the cars driving ahead of me were driving slowly on purpose. I started thinking about a time when I was riding with a friend and her mom, and we ran out of gas. My friend had to walk home to get a gallon of gas they had stored in their garage. I didn't have gas stored at my house. And even if I did, I wasn't about to walk miles home to get gas. Then I thought about a story my brother told me about his friend who had had barely any gas in his car. He had said that his friend stopped using the brake so that he wouldn't have to accelerate as much. I decided to try that, but I hit too many red lights for it to do any good. Then I thought about the end of his story, when he told me that his friend eventually ran out of gas. I didn't even remember what it was like to run out of gas. Did the car just turn off and you were on your own, or did the car give a couple warning beeps then stop working? When I was younger, my sister and I always thought cars drove slower when they were running out of gas. Of course, I'm older and more mature, and I know that this is not the way it works. But still, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I got so worried that I even began scouting out good places to break down (i.e. in an outside lane, on the shoulder, aka NOT on the road) as well as some pretty bad places to break down (i.e. at a traffic light, in the middle of 15-501, in a sketchy part of town, etc.). As I was waiting to turn left into the Exxon I had found, I even thought that as much as it would suck and as ironic as it would be to run out of gas right by a gas station, this spot would be an alright place to break down.
Well, luckily I made it safely to the Exxon. I was content that I didn't have to deal with a break down though I did have to pay an outrageous $2.84 per gallon. The BP by the school was at least 5 cents cheaper than this gas station, so I only filled my gas tank up halfway.
Maybe some other day I'll find out what it's like to run out of gas. But not today.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed the story, and hope your day has been superb. And advice for the future: when you're running low on gas, save yourself the worry, and fill up your tank at the nearest gas station.
So I continued on with my day, enjoyed a nice long free period, got covered in pollen, and made a quick run to Orange Leaf with Lydia to get ice cream. I explained to her my gasoline situation, and she assured me that as long as the gas light hadn't turned on, I was fine. And the gas light hadn't turned on, so I returned to school comforted.
After what felt like forever, the last bell rang, and school was finally over. I turned on my car and again looked at my gas meter which still showed 1 tick of gas. Well, I still had about 20 miles left to drive, so I decided that instead of driving to the closer BP which was not even a mile from school, I could make it to the Exxon which was just a little farther away. What led me to this decision was for one, I wouldn't have a bunch of high school students staring at me while I pumped gas and two, because I needed to go to Harris Teeter to buy chapstick (though I suppose I really should use its proper name and call it lip balm because I wasn't going to Harris Teeter to buy chapstick since I'm allergic to the brand Chapstick. I was actually going to buy Burt's Bees lip balm) and the Exxon was really close to Harris Teeter. Clever me, killing two birds with one stone. After I got some gas, I could make the short trip to Harris Teeter to take care of my grocery needs.
Well, I arrived at the Exxon with a smile. Good thing I didn't run out of gas. That would have been a pain. And there were plenty of open gas pumps for me to choose from. If you've ever been to the Exxon at Chapel Hill North, you know that there are 2 rows of 3 stations with gas pumps on either side. I decided to use the one facing the curb (and also facing the ABC store). And since there were two cars ahead of me already getting gas, I parked at the 3rd gas pump. I got out of my car and went about my business acting like I knew what I was doing because if there's one thing that's embarrassing, it's going to the gas station and struggling to pump gas into your car. Who doesn't know how to pump gas? A few seconds later, some sort of landscaping truck came up behind my car. Clearly, it needed to get gas, but the lane between my car and the curb was too narrow for it to pass my car and reach the now-available gas pumps in front of me. So the driver parked the front of his monstrous truck right behind my car. I contemplated moving my car forward to allow him to get to a gas pump because having the grill of a truck parked behind you as you get gas is sort of intimidating, but I decided that it would only take me at most 5 minutes to get gas, so he could wait. With a few difficulties (1. forgetting to open the gas door 2. being unable to open the gas cap for a couple minutes), I was ready to pay for my gas. Now, keep in mind, I hadn't actually pumped any gas into my car because of the whole pay before you pump deal at gas stations. (And ignore the fact that paying for gas is actually the first thing the machine tells you to do.) I was ready with my debit card in hand to begin the fueling process. The screen told me to insert and remove my card, so I did. The word "Authorizing" appeared on the screen, and I waited a couple moments for the machine to read my card. To my horror, instead of proceeding to the "Enter pin" screen that always follows payment with a debit card, the words "DEBIT not ready" appeared. What the heck did that mean? I had no idea. I canceled the transaction and tried again, figuring that it had to be some sort of glitch. Once again, the words "DEBIT not ready" came on the screen. I looked around at anyone who could be watching my struggles (and most likely laughing), and remembered the huge truck parked behind me. Well, this was too embarrassing, so I decided to move my car and pretend that I was being nice by letting him get to a pump. I drove up to the first pump in the line and tried my debit card again. "DEBIT not ready." This was something I'd never encountered at a gas station before, so I scanned the whole machine in search of some sort of clarification. Then, I came upon a sign that read, "Only credit cards accepted at pump, pre-fuel cash payments accepted inside." Well this was just great; I didn't have a credit card, and I had a total of maybe $10 in my wallet. And you might be thinking that I could've just gone inside and paid $10 to get a couple gallons of gas, just so I wouldn't run out of gas, and believe me, I considered that, but in the end, my laziness won over. I would pass by the BP on my way home anyway, so I could just get gas there with much less hassle. And by the time I finished shopping at Harris Teeter and drove to that gas station, there wouldn't be so many students around to watch me pump gas. So it was settled.
I made my quick Harris Teeter run then set out for the BP. I checked my gas meter which was at half a tick mark at this point. While driving, my gas light came on which made my heart race. I didn't know what that meant or how many more miles I could drive. Lydia had said I was fine as long as my gas light wasn't on, and here it was glaring brightly in my face. A few moments later, however, the light went off. This confused me. Did I have sufficient gas or not? Then, the light came back on. I fretted the entire way to BP as this cycle of the light coming on and going off continued. But my worries left me when I pulled into the gas station and saw open pumps and thought, finally, I'm going to get some gas. However, I was completely shocked to find a yellow "Out of Service" bag on the gas nozzle. Well, no worries, I could just drive around to the other side. I scanned the other side and saw more yellow bags covering the nozzles. Great. These were the two closest gas stations on this side of town, and I couldn't get gas at either of them.
Panicked, I decided that I could either go home and try getting gas again tomorrow, or I could drive across town to get gas. I checked my gas meter and saw that there was less than half a tick now. I couldn't go to the Exxon tomorrow because I didn't have a credit card, and the BP might not be in service tomorrow. So I just decided to get gas now. The closest gas station I could think of was one by Staples. I was hysterically worried that I would run out of gas before I could reach another gas station. It seemed like I got stopped at every traffic light, and it appeared that all of the cars driving ahead of me were driving slowly on purpose. I started thinking about a time when I was riding with a friend and her mom, and we ran out of gas. My friend had to walk home to get a gallon of gas they had stored in their garage. I didn't have gas stored at my house. And even if I did, I wasn't about to walk miles home to get gas. Then I thought about a story my brother told me about his friend who had had barely any gas in his car. He had said that his friend stopped using the brake so that he wouldn't have to accelerate as much. I decided to try that, but I hit too many red lights for it to do any good. Then I thought about the end of his story, when he told me that his friend eventually ran out of gas. I didn't even remember what it was like to run out of gas. Did the car just turn off and you were on your own, or did the car give a couple warning beeps then stop working? When I was younger, my sister and I always thought cars drove slower when they were running out of gas. Of course, I'm older and more mature, and I know that this is not the way it works. But still, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I got so worried that I even began scouting out good places to break down (i.e. in an outside lane, on the shoulder, aka NOT on the road) as well as some pretty bad places to break down (i.e. at a traffic light, in the middle of 15-501, in a sketchy part of town, etc.). As I was waiting to turn left into the Exxon I had found, I even thought that as much as it would suck and as ironic as it would be to run out of gas right by a gas station, this spot would be an alright place to break down.
Well, luckily I made it safely to the Exxon. I was content that I didn't have to deal with a break down though I did have to pay an outrageous $2.84 per gallon. The BP by the school was at least 5 cents cheaper than this gas station, so I only filled my gas tank up halfway.
Maybe some other day I'll find out what it's like to run out of gas. But not today.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed the story, and hope your day has been superb. And advice for the future: when you're running low on gas, save yourself the worry, and fill up your tank at the nearest gas station.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
it's a beautiful mornin'....or afternoon
well, the last few days have been...kind of a blur. it hasn't really set in that i've only gotten into 1 college. well, it kind of has. here's how it looks so far...
unc - accepted! (despite my diehard duke fan-ness, i can honestly say that i appreciate unc so much more because they accepted me, no lie)
duke - waitlisted
emory - waitlisted
wash u - waitlisted
uva - rejected
northwestern - rejected
brown - still waiting...most likely rejected
johns hopkins - still waiting...noo idea
so college decisions are pretty depressing right now. so is getting on facebook with all of people's college acceptances. but i'm sooo happy for everyone. it's so amazing that everyone's getting in and i'm soo proud of all of my friends. i don't want this to sound like i'm complaining, it's just my blog...so it's going to be about my life =) so anyway, i'm going to write letters to the places i got waitlisted and hopefully i'll get in at least one place. though now that i think about it, going to unc wouldn't be bad. obviously, people would rub it in if i ended up there...knowing how hard i cheer for duke/oppose unc. but that would only be the 50 some east students that go to unc. the other thousands of people wouldn't know a thing. though they may suspect my dukeness. i don't think i could take it out of my life completely. and when i say i end up at unc, i'm not saying that it would be terrible to go there because it's a terrible school. it's a great school, i just maybe wouldn't like it because i've grown up with duke. yeah...
anyway, i've been trying to fill my days with hang-outs and things so that i don't dwell on what's already past. but in all my hanging out, i haven't been productive at all. i just need one day to work on hw, birthday gifts, birthday cards, etc.
that being said, today, i went to duke gardens with marsha amelia aman andrew and nancy. it was so pretty outside. the sky was perfectly blue. everything looked so crisp and sharp. activities included...
unc - accepted! (despite my diehard duke fan-ness, i can honestly say that i appreciate unc so much more because they accepted me, no lie)
duke - waitlisted
emory - waitlisted
wash u - waitlisted
uva - rejected
northwestern - rejected
brown - still waiting...most likely rejected
johns hopkins - still waiting...noo idea
so college decisions are pretty depressing right now. so is getting on facebook with all of people's college acceptances. but i'm sooo happy for everyone. it's so amazing that everyone's getting in and i'm soo proud of all of my friends. i don't want this to sound like i'm complaining, it's just my blog...so it's going to be about my life =) so anyway, i'm going to write letters to the places i got waitlisted and hopefully i'll get in at least one place. though now that i think about it, going to unc wouldn't be bad. obviously, people would rub it in if i ended up there...knowing how hard i cheer for duke/oppose unc. but that would only be the 50 some east students that go to unc. the other thousands of people wouldn't know a thing. though they may suspect my dukeness. i don't think i could take it out of my life completely. and when i say i end up at unc, i'm not saying that it would be terrible to go there because it's a terrible school. it's a great school, i just maybe wouldn't like it because i've grown up with duke. yeah...
anyway, i've been trying to fill my days with hang-outs and things so that i don't dwell on what's already past. but in all my hanging out, i haven't been productive at all. i just need one day to work on hw, birthday gifts, birthday cards, etc.
fishing around the watering hole...
catching some zzz's...jk participating in the lying down game...
taking lots and lots of pictures...
proposing...
sticking our heads where they shouldn't be...(aka in soft trees)
yep, that pretty much sums up our duke gardens adventure. it was a gorgeous day. hopefully other people profited from the gorgeousness of the day.
yesterday i went to crabtree with amelia. =( we didn't know that we were supposed to get ann. and i forgot my phone so i missed all of her calls. so we bought her some gummies that spelled out "ann is always right". we gave her the letters and made her unscramble them. (we were sitting at the container with the gummies for like 15 minutes picking out letters. in the end, we had to compromise and make a 'z' an 'n'. we could only find one 'n' because 'n' is just so popular said ann.) other answers she came up with:
ann is trashy
ann is a girl
ann is math
ann is a math girl
ann is a whale
i think there were other ones but i'm not sure of what they were now. she would come up with every other possibility except the one we were thinking. but she got it in the end =) there was also the world's largest gummi bear at that store...soo grosss...the concept of eating a gummi bear in more than one bite...
(hands to give you an idea of the size...and no, those are not my hands. they're too white...plus if those WERE my hands, that would imply that i bought one. and i would never buy something like that. imagine the sugar content of one of those things...wonder what the serving size is measured in...bites??)
peace out.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
text tiles
made this for emma's birthday (march 24). and you say, wait a second, aren't kate and emma twins?? yes, they are...cool thing: they were born on different days. bet you've never met any twins like that. until now. so i made her a scrabble kid. with standard scrabble letter tiles. also made a set with just the letters ABDEHIMPRTY. whyy?? because those are the only letters you need to spell HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA. why would you want to spell anything else? also made some chocolate chip cookies in the shape of her name. it was slightly decipherable...forgot to take a picture of it though. i had people telling me that my cookies were all smushed together...
alright, yeah, as you can see, there have been just a rush of birthdays this week. like..4. well, that's not that many. but now i'm on a break. which is so convenient because spring break is coming up(!!!). i'm excited, can you tell? the weather recently has been really really nice. it's nice to be outside.
i haven't written down anything to talk about yet...which is why this will be pretty random and divergent. every time i say divergent, i want to say evolution. oh, had the 3rd quarter common assessment in apes today. common assessments ruin my life. just saying.
oh, i had a pretty scary vehicle incident recently. i was driving to someone's house, and i wasn't exactly certain which roads to take (i had been to her house before, but not from the direction i was coming from). so i had a map out on my lap in front of me. it was nighttime. well, so far from what i've described, you know that the only way this can end is badly. anyway, there was a red light so i took this to be an opportune time to check which roads to take. well, i was braking slowly...slowly and i heard this little scraping sound and i braked HARD. i looked up really quickly and noticed that i was really close to the car in front of me. like...dangerously close. well, by this time, the light had turned green and the car had begun to drive forward. i was sooo freaked out; my heart was racing. i was just waiting for the in front of me to turn into and empty lot so the person could get out and beat me up. well, not really, but i was waiting for the car to signal to me so that we could chat about it (not a friendly chat of course). lucky me, the car just kept driving and i was so relieved when i finally turned onto the street i needed to be on. lesson learned: do not try and read a map while operating a vehicle. unless you want your insurance to go up. way up. i'm going to be a much more careful (and slow!) driver from now on. not freakishly slow because that bothers me. but i've been told by many that i drive fast. and i seem to run into many scary driving incidents. soooo...moral of the story...well, not a moral. but a goal from the story: stay out of driving trouble!
good thing my parents aren't good with technology. and don't know what blogs are. or else they would get mad at me for this little escapade. it's so funny because today, i asked someone who they were texting and they replied, "my mom." wtf, your mom knows how to text?? my mom barely knows how to dial. like, my phone has a touch number pad. and she mashes down the buttons as if pressing on the screen harder will make the numbers work better. no, mom, no.
i have this thing with bottled water where if i don't know who drank it or when it was open, i won't drink it. so i just have a ton of partly drunken (hahaha...water bottles can't be drunk) water bottles sitting around my room. i think it's a psychological thing. i mean, water can't go bad...but i don't like drinking old water. is that just me or does anyone else think that water starts tasting weird after awhile?
aha, i can go watch the next episode of the secret life. it's so bad but so addicting. amy complains/cries too much and talks weirdly. adrian wears too much lip gloss. the person who plays ashley is a terrible actress...and has no enthusiasm. grace preaches too much. so does ben...plus he has a weird body structure. mrs. juergens opens her eyes really wide a lot when she's talking...and also talks weirdly.
that is all.
i haven't written down anything to talk about yet...which is why this will be pretty random and divergent. every time i say divergent, i want to say evolution. oh, had the 3rd quarter common assessment in apes today. common assessments ruin my life. just saying.
oh, i had a pretty scary vehicle incident recently. i was driving to someone's house, and i wasn't exactly certain which roads to take (i had been to her house before, but not from the direction i was coming from). so i had a map out on my lap in front of me. it was nighttime. well, so far from what i've described, you know that the only way this can end is badly. anyway, there was a red light so i took this to be an opportune time to check which roads to take. well, i was braking slowly...slowly and i heard this little scraping sound and i braked HARD. i looked up really quickly and noticed that i was really close to the car in front of me. like...dangerously close. well, by this time, the light had turned green and the car had begun to drive forward. i was sooo freaked out; my heart was racing. i was just waiting for the in front of me to turn into and empty lot so the person could get out and beat me up. well, not really, but i was waiting for the car to signal to me so that we could chat about it (not a friendly chat of course). lucky me, the car just kept driving and i was so relieved when i finally turned onto the street i needed to be on. lesson learned: do not try and read a map while operating a vehicle. unless you want your insurance to go up. way up. i'm going to be a much more careful (and slow!) driver from now on. not freakishly slow because that bothers me. but i've been told by many that i drive fast. and i seem to run into many scary driving incidents. soooo...moral of the story...well, not a moral. but a goal from the story: stay out of driving trouble!
good thing my parents aren't good with technology. and don't know what blogs are. or else they would get mad at me for this little escapade. it's so funny because today, i asked someone who they were texting and they replied, "my mom." wtf, your mom knows how to text?? my mom barely knows how to dial. like, my phone has a touch number pad. and she mashes down the buttons as if pressing on the screen harder will make the numbers work better. no, mom, no.
i have this thing with bottled water where if i don't know who drank it or when it was open, i won't drink it. so i just have a ton of partly drunken (hahaha...water bottles can't be drunk) water bottles sitting around my room. i think it's a psychological thing. i mean, water can't go bad...but i don't like drinking old water. is that just me or does anyone else think that water starts tasting weird after awhile?
aha, i can go watch the next episode of the secret life. it's so bad but so addicting. amy complains/cries too much and talks weirdly. adrian wears too much lip gloss. the person who plays ashley is a terrible actress...and has no enthusiasm. grace preaches too much. so does ben...plus he has a weird body structure. mrs. juergens opens her eyes really wide a lot when she's talking...and also talks weirdly.
that is all.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
life in technicolor
multicolored cupcakes (normal sized) with one funfetti cupcake. all with vanilla icing and multicolored sprinkles!
blocks on blocks
construction paper cubes with a nice message. i made her do math. at the end of each square side, there was a math equation and she had to figure it out and then find the side it was on...haha i'm evil.
another picture...they were all connected by string...a letterblock necklace =)
chocolate chip cookies baked in a mini cupcake tin with chocolate chips in the center. i forgot to grease the pan...so they started falling apart when i took them out. but they turned out alright. mmm mmmm =)
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