Archive | July, 2010

To-Do: Make a List.

8 Jul

I’m a list maker. When I find myself without a list, I almost feel lost. I like to know what I need to do, to bring, or just the plan for the day. I don’t know what this means, but I just feel so much more organized with lists.

I don’t, however, like making lists on the computer of on my phone. I like hard copy, handwritten lists. There’s something about the feeling of being able to cross something off of the list once I get it done or pack it in my bag. I just love it.

So, now, I ask you. Do you like making lists or do you just remember everything? Do you like them on the computer or on paper? Am I weird because I can barely function without a list?

The Pet Steve’s and Peeves.

8 Jul

Pet Steve’s are the opposite of a pet peeve, if you didn’t know.  Today, I will list two of each.

Steves:
1.
I enjoy late night phone calls. I don’t care who they are with, but I love being on the phone with someone until all hours of the night. Something about the fact that you could get in trouble for being on the phone so late, or that I’m exhausted so I’m not making a ton of sense, or just that I’m talking to my best friend really floats my boat.

2. I also enjoy hot hot hot weather! Today in Seattle it’s about 90 degrees. I LOVE it! I would like to go outside and just lay down and fall asleep out there!  Next week I will be off to Arizona where it gets up to 120 degrees. I am very excited. As someone who is always cold, I really dig the hot weather.  I probably should not live in Seattle where it rains so much.  However, I’m not yet 18, so I can’t just move away.

Peeves:
1.
I cannot stand people who use bad grammar. It’s not that difficult to learn, so why not just figure it out? TextSpeak irritates the living daylights out of me. I recently had someone text me “hey wuts up?” So I tried to be subtle and texted back “Not much! What’s up with you?” It didn’t work. Seriously, though, is it that hard to type the one extra letter in what’s? It drives me nuts. Oh, and I’m not talking about people who make the occasional typo. I get that. However, “wuts” is deliberate and constant.

2. I do not like people who smack  their lips while eating. I think that it is not that difficult to chew with your mouth closed.  I understand if you cannot breathe through your nose, so you occasionally chew with your mouth open, but when you constantly are smack, smack, smacking your lips! It kills me! If I’m around you, know you at least a little bit, and if you are smacking your lips, chances are I will yell at you. Just ask my friend’s little brother! It was dead silent in the car and he was smacking away, and I just turned around and yelled “GOOD LORD MICHAEL COULD YOU CHEW WITH YOUR MOUTH CLOSED FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!?” It worked. He chewed with his mouth closed for the rest of the meal.

Dizzy on the Rooftops

6 Jul

I recently figured out a way to get onto the roof at my dad’s house. It’s amazingly simple. I just have to pop the screen out of the window, and out I can climb. Now, if my dad ever found this out, I’d basically be dead. He would get so mad. I don’t know why. BUt he doesn’t even know I have a blog, so I don’t think it’ll be a big problem.

Anyway, as I was sitting on the roof, I realized how peaceful it is. I realized that sometimes I like being alone just to read or make a friendship bracelet. I dig it. I never thought that would be me. I like being around people, I love chaos, loudness, and talking. I guess sometimes I just like a change of pace. I like being isolated. Just to be able to chill out and think. I guess I could do that in the backyard, too, but there’s just something so fun about being on a roof. I feel like it’s something you would see in an  80’s movie.

I should live in an 80’s movie, but that’s a story for a different time.

What Has My Life Come To?

5 Jul

I have been asking myself thIs question quite frequently. My life, this Summer, has turned into having a crush on fourteen-year old boys, reading trashy romance novels, watching Jerry Springer, and going on myspace like a twelve-year old. So, my life has turned into a hot mess, basically. I went from AP classes, theatre, and singing Jazz music to this.

But when I asked myself this last time I logged into myspace, I realized that I’m having more fun with my life then I had at all during the school year. I LIKE being partially stereotypical and partially pathetic. I think it’s fun. I’m listening to pop music and rap music and I’m not having to hide it.

So, what has my life come to? It’s gone past the point of no return. It’s gotten to the point of me not caring what anyone else thinks. And let me tell you what, it’s liberating.