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Friday, September 25, 2009
How Sad Life Would Be Without Parodies
Here's a video in response to President Obama's speech to the children of the nation.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Pet Peeves of the Pisser
I don't have a goat, but if I did, this would totally get it.
Why is it that new buildings install just one or two pieces of automatic equipment in their restrooms? It doesn't make sense! I mean, if you're gonna go sensored, GO ALL SENSORED! It only makes sense that a public restroom would have an automatic soap dispenser, an automatic faucet, an automatic towel dispenser AND an automatic toilet flusher, not just one or the other.
And don't even get me started on the automatic toilet flushers. Those things can be dangerous. How many times has your chapstick or keys or phone slipped out of your pocket while you're getting up off the pooper? With these newfangled automatic pooper flushers, you're screwed. You can kiss your pee-soaked belongings goodbye. Because let's be honest, who doesn't want their pee-soaked chapstick back?
Why is it that new buildings install just one or two pieces of automatic equipment in their restrooms? It doesn't make sense! I mean, if you're gonna go sensored, GO ALL SENSORED! It only makes sense that a public restroom would have an automatic soap dispenser, an automatic faucet, an automatic towel dispenser AND an automatic toilet flusher, not just one or the other.
And don't even get me started on the automatic toilet flushers. Those things can be dangerous. How many times has your chapstick or keys or phone slipped out of your pocket while you're getting up off the pooper? With these newfangled automatic pooper flushers, you're screwed. You can kiss your pee-soaked belongings goodbye. Because let's be honest, who doesn't want their pee-soaked chapstick back?
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I Can Feel It
I'm still sad. And angry. I can feel it in my body. I can see it when I look in the mirror every morning. That happiness, that passion that I used to see in my eyes is gone. The radiance in my skin and hair is absent. How could it be there? I've lost two of the most important people in my life.
I must say I've done remarkably well going ahead with my life, even though this really isn't my style. The last breakup I went through had me in my pajamas for a month. This time I refuse to be that person. I will, under no circumstances, let the people who have hurt me have that much power over me. I'm enrolled in school. I go to class everyday and I love what I'm learning. I've made new friends. I go out on the weekends and have fabulous times. I have goals and aspirations. I just haven't quite found the inspiration to accomplish them yet. My heart hurts. It feels like it's been broken into a million pieces once and then once again.
Why did it happen like this? Was it a refining fire in my life? I grew tired of being put down all the time. My decisions are not to be taken personally. They are mine, not yours. And You, oh how I miss You. You taught me so much. You made me laugh, you made me think, you made me grateful, you brought to me tears of joy, you brought me You and most importantly, You brought me a piece of me. A piece of me I wasn't sure existed.
And, so here I am. Me. A me that didn't realize the strength that was within me. A me that temporarily lost her passion but refuses to live without it again. A me that forgot who her true support system was. A me that loves myself, even though it isn't always easy to find that love. A me that is Me.
I must say I've done remarkably well going ahead with my life, even though this really isn't my style. The last breakup I went through had me in my pajamas for a month. This time I refuse to be that person. I will, under no circumstances, let the people who have hurt me have that much power over me. I'm enrolled in school. I go to class everyday and I love what I'm learning. I've made new friends. I go out on the weekends and have fabulous times. I have goals and aspirations. I just haven't quite found the inspiration to accomplish them yet. My heart hurts. It feels like it's been broken into a million pieces once and then once again.
Why did it happen like this? Was it a refining fire in my life? I grew tired of being put down all the time. My decisions are not to be taken personally. They are mine, not yours. And You, oh how I miss You. You taught me so much. You made me laugh, you made me think, you made me grateful, you brought to me tears of joy, you brought me You and most importantly, You brought me a piece of me. A piece of me I wasn't sure existed.
And, so here I am. Me. A me that didn't realize the strength that was within me. A me that temporarily lost her passion but refuses to live without it again. A me that forgot who her true support system was. A me that loves myself, even though it isn't always easy to find that love. A me that is Me.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
My Latest Addiction
I love reading the wedding announcements in the New York Times. I'm used to seeing people with these fabulous lives and educations and careers in movies and such, but when I read these, they become real! I mean, there are actually people out there, ordinary people, who are researching cures for cancer, acting on Broadway, doctors, lawyers and living life. They have these tremendous educations from Yale, Harvard, MIT and they're looking for love, well actually they've found it already. I just think it's interesting that regardless of where we live, where we went to school or what career path we choose, we all have one thing in common: We want to find that one true love.
As a sidenote, I've also developed an interest in Judaism. I want to learn more about that religion and there are tons of Jewish people in New York.
As a sidenote, I've also developed an interest in Judaism. I want to learn more about that religion and there are tons of Jewish people in New York.
Miracles Come with Vibrating Wands
This stuff is freaking amazing! I'm not one to mess around with bases and primers and all that jazz, but this stuff makes my eyelashes look like, 6 inches long, I swear. I thought the whole vibrating mascara wand would be dangerous, but it's not bad at all. You just put it on before your regular mascara--which by-the-by can be any brand. LOVE IT!
Friday, September 11, 2009
How Grateful I am...
...to have a President that understands just how important it is to let the children of America know how wonderful they are and how much each and everyone of them is capable of achieving. President Obama's speech was truly inspirational. Not every child is fortunate enough to have parents to tell them that it is their responsibility to do well in school. Not every parent is fortunate enough to be so eloquent in telling their children this, either. I personally don't understand why anyone would not want to watch this speech and especially not want their children to watch it. But that's ok. I don't need to understand that. They're the ones that are missing out on a beautiful, eloquent speech and lesson. We are an extremely fortunate country to have a President that will speak to the children, not belittle them and hold them accountable for their decisions and lives.
The President's speech was geared toward school-age children, but I think every single person can take gain from listening to his speech. We all have to take responsibility for ourselves and our future. It doesn't matter if we're still in school or not. This may seem very simple to some, but for others, this is a hard lesson to learn. My only hope is that those people watch this speech and feel inspired because of it.
The President's speech was geared toward school-age children, but I think every single person can take gain from listening to his speech. We all have to take responsibility for ourselves and our future. It doesn't matter if we're still in school or not. This may seem very simple to some, but for others, this is a hard lesson to learn. My only hope is that those people watch this speech and feel inspired because of it.
Irony
Isn't it ironic that Matt said, "I love you" but apparently doesn't. I never said it, but I did (or do).
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Project Britney Spears to Commence
I started my PE class for the fall. It's Individualized Fitness online a.k.a a PE class that I can totally fake my way through because there's no way my progress can be graded through the journals I turn in every Monday.
HOWEVER
I'm not gonna be that girl. Nope. I was thinking about Britney Spears the other day. Judge me all you want, but I like her. That's right. We're BFFs. She even sings a song about me called "If you seek Amy". Her boss made her spell my name like that though because it's easier for people to spell. Douchenozzle. Anyway, I think she has a killer body. She's also 5'3. Wait a second! So am I! This is when it dawned on me!
I HAVE THE SAME BODY AS BRITNEY FREAKIN' SPEARS!!!!
You just can't tell. But whatever. Minor detail. That's why today is the first day of Project Britney Spears.
So far, so good. I exercised. Haven't eaten any crap. I change my mind frequently. I know, I know. Everyone's thinkin', "Wait. What?" But I heard once that she worked up to doing 1500 situps three times a week to get her abs. Today is a day that I'm like, yeah, it's totally worth it. I'll work my way up to 1500! I started with 25.
So anyway, Go Miz Britney! Go Miz Aimee!
HOWEVER
I'm not gonna be that girl. Nope. I was thinking about Britney Spears the other day. Judge me all you want, but I like her. That's right. We're BFFs. She even sings a song about me called "If you seek Amy". Her boss made her spell my name like that though because it's easier for people to spell. Douchenozzle. Anyway, I think she has a killer body. She's also 5'3. Wait a second! So am I! This is when it dawned on me!
I HAVE THE SAME BODY AS BRITNEY FREAKIN' SPEARS!!!!
You just can't tell. But whatever. Minor detail. That's why today is the first day of Project Britney Spears.
So far, so good. I exercised. Haven't eaten any crap. I change my mind frequently. I know, I know. Everyone's thinkin', "Wait. What?" But I heard once that she worked up to doing 1500 situps three times a week to get her abs. Today is a day that I'm like, yeah, it's totally worth it. I'll work my way up to 1500! I started with 25.
So anyway, Go Miz Britney! Go Miz Aimee!
Monday, September 7, 2009
At Noon on Tuesday
I'm a little confused as to why many people don't want their children to hear President Obama's message tomorrow. According to http://www.whitehouse.gov/blog/, the President will be telling students across the nation that they need to work hard, earn good grades and get a good education.
Regardless of what one feels Obama is doing (or not doing) for our country, it is pertinent that millions of children hear his message tomorrow. Since when is it not a good idea for children to hear from a successful, outside source that it's important for them to stay in school and do well?
Furthermore, President Obama has only been in office for a mere nine months. People are expecting miracles. Never once were miracles promised during the campaign. Give the man a chance. No one--not a Democrat, not a Republican, not an Independent--would ever be able to bring this country out of a recession in less than a year.
Until President Obama does something that is extremely detrimental to our country and its citizens, we all need to be more patriotic, turn away from party lines and support our President.
Regardless of what one feels Obama is doing (or not doing) for our country, it is pertinent that millions of children hear his message tomorrow. Since when is it not a good idea for children to hear from a successful, outside source that it's important for them to stay in school and do well?
Furthermore, President Obama has only been in office for a mere nine months. People are expecting miracles. Never once were miracles promised during the campaign. Give the man a chance. No one--not a Democrat, not a Republican, not an Independent--would ever be able to bring this country out of a recession in less than a year.
Until President Obama does something that is extremely detrimental to our country and its citizens, we all need to be more patriotic, turn away from party lines and support our President.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Past Six Month Going-Ons
So much has happened in the past six months! It's been absolutely nuts. Some of it has been really good; some of it has been ... well, not so really good. I've decided to make a timeline for myself to see just how much I've overcome.
March 14, 2009 -- I met Matt at a St. Patrick's Day party. Very good thing! :)
March 16, 2009 -- Travel to Nebraska for spring break and come home with a nasty case of tonsillitis.
March 21, 2009 -- Matt and I's first date. It went very well. :)
March 31, 2009 -- Happy Birthday to me. I'm now 28. I got my first bouquet of flowers from a guy! It was one of the best birthdays I've ever had.
April 9, 2009 -- I wake up with a mind-numbing pain in my right side. I end up calling my Mom at work and have her take me to the ER. Turns out I had a gallbladder attack and it needs to be removed. My Mom and I decide it's best to wait until the end of the semester to get it removed so that I can finish classes. Not the best idea. I'm sent home with a good supply of Vicodin.
April 10, 2009 - April 30, 2009 -- Matt and I are still together. He's still treating my like a queen and things are going very well. The gallbladder pain is so frequent that I'm taking Vicodin on a daily basis. If there happens to not be any pain, it's just downright uncomfortable. It's becoming apparent that I should've just gotten the surgery right away. As it is now, my grades and work performance are affected.
May 1, 2009 -- I move out of my apartment and in with my Mom. I'm having surgery May 18, which means I can't get a new job and I can't go to school. No job and no school = No money.
May 18, 2009 -- Surgery is a success! It was complete with one hot male nurse and one removal of a gallbladder.
May 20, 2009 -- Throat is so swollen, I can't breathe. Back to the ER and two days later, back to the ER. Tonsillitis has come back.
June 5, 2009 -- After two weeks of recovery time, I'm finally feeling well enough to spend the weekend in Cheyenne with Matt. We really enjoy cooking together and watching Arrested Development and going window shopping. May not sound too exciting, but we really like it and we like being together. He keeps telling me he has "strong feelings" for me and then one night after joking around about Asian hookers saying, "I do you long time." (Inside joke) he says to me, "I love you long time." Being taken by surprise, I don't really know what to say, so when I say, "What?" he stutters, stammers and changes the subject. Hmmm...
June 8, 2009 -- Start my job search. Yeah, they say the job market is really tough, but it can't be that bad, can it? Turns out it can.
July 7, 2009 -- After sending out dozens of resumes and cover letters with no interview, I accept a job at Dillards. Ugh. Not my idea of a good time.
July 23, 2009 -- I. DO. NOT. LIKE. THIS. JOB. AT. ALL. I'm treated like an imbecile, the pay is terrible and the hours are ridiculous. I dread going to work every day and after two girls I work with walk out, it's becoming brutally apparent that I will not be able to go to school if I keep this job. Matt seems a little distant. I notice that his face doesn't light up when I walk in the room anymore and while he still treats my like a queen, it seems like more of a task for him than him just wanting to treat me well. I think he's going through a mid-life crisis. It seems like he doesn't know if he wants to be 20 or 40.
August 7, 2009 -- And I'm done with Dillards. Maybe not the best decision I've ever made, but what's done is done and now I can focus on school this fall and visiting my Grandpa before school starts. He's not doing so hot these days.
August 10-13, 2009 -- In Nebraska with my Grandpa. I love being at home with him, but I also love knowing that I have a life in Cheyenne that I'm excited to get back to. He and I go to the doctor and after a long day, feel like he can get a hold on his diabetes and blood pressure problems.
August 18, 2009 -- I get pulled over for speeding in Cheyenne. Ugh, just my luck. As it turns out, when I was on my way home from Nebraska in January, I got a speeding ticket in Kimball, paid it and forgot about it. Well, somehow Nebraska screwed up their paperwork and never recorded my payment. So when I got pulled over in Cheyenne, the cop said my driver's license had been suspended. Double ugh. After about 20 phone calls, I finally got my license back. Actually, the cop hand delivered it.
August 19-23, 2009 -- I stop at Matt's on my way to Laramie. He breaks up with me saying, "This isn't working anymore." He breaks my poor little heart. He says he can't give me what I want. He doesn't know if he wants to get married and have kids. I control my emotions as he talks. It all seems so surreal. As I walk out of his apartment, I look back at him and start crying. I thought he was "The One". As I cry, he comes over to me and holds me, rubbing my back and shoulders and keeps telling me that he's sorry. I finally leave. As I walk away, I look back. He has one hand to his cheek, wiping something away. Was it a tear? Was it just an itch? I'll never know.
August 25, 2009 -- School starts. I LOVE my classes! It feels really good to be doing something that is helping me to be a better individual. Not to mention it's nice to have something healthy to focus on.
September 6, 2009 -- Happy Labor Day! I'm in Nebraska enjoying time with my Mom and Grandpa. We're still worried about him, but his vitals seem to be better. I'm looking forward to days of happiness and contentedness. I hope they come soon.
March 14, 2009 -- I met Matt at a St. Patrick's Day party. Very good thing! :)
March 16, 2009 -- Travel to Nebraska for spring break and come home with a nasty case of tonsillitis.
March 21, 2009 -- Matt and I's first date. It went very well. :)
March 31, 2009 -- Happy Birthday to me. I'm now 28. I got my first bouquet of flowers from a guy! It was one of the best birthdays I've ever had.
April 9, 2009 -- I wake up with a mind-numbing pain in my right side. I end up calling my Mom at work and have her take me to the ER. Turns out I had a gallbladder attack and it needs to be removed. My Mom and I decide it's best to wait until the end of the semester to get it removed so that I can finish classes. Not the best idea. I'm sent home with a good supply of Vicodin.
April 10, 2009 - April 30, 2009 -- Matt and I are still together. He's still treating my like a queen and things are going very well. The gallbladder pain is so frequent that I'm taking Vicodin on a daily basis. If there happens to not be any pain, it's just downright uncomfortable. It's becoming apparent that I should've just gotten the surgery right away. As it is now, my grades and work performance are affected.
May 1, 2009 -- I move out of my apartment and in with my Mom. I'm having surgery May 18, which means I can't get a new job and I can't go to school. No job and no school = No money.
May 18, 2009 -- Surgery is a success! It was complete with one hot male nurse and one removal of a gallbladder.
May 20, 2009 -- Throat is so swollen, I can't breathe. Back to the ER and two days later, back to the ER. Tonsillitis has come back.
June 5, 2009 -- After two weeks of recovery time, I'm finally feeling well enough to spend the weekend in Cheyenne with Matt. We really enjoy cooking together and watching Arrested Development and going window shopping. May not sound too exciting, but we really like it and we like being together. He keeps telling me he has "strong feelings" for me and then one night after joking around about Asian hookers saying, "I do you long time." (Inside joke) he says to me, "I love you long time." Being taken by surprise, I don't really know what to say, so when I say, "What?" he stutters, stammers and changes the subject. Hmmm...
June 8, 2009 -- Start my job search. Yeah, they say the job market is really tough, but it can't be that bad, can it? Turns out it can.
July 7, 2009 -- After sending out dozens of resumes and cover letters with no interview, I accept a job at Dillards. Ugh. Not my idea of a good time.
July 23, 2009 -- I. DO. NOT. LIKE. THIS. JOB. AT. ALL. I'm treated like an imbecile, the pay is terrible and the hours are ridiculous. I dread going to work every day and after two girls I work with walk out, it's becoming brutally apparent that I will not be able to go to school if I keep this job. Matt seems a little distant. I notice that his face doesn't light up when I walk in the room anymore and while he still treats my like a queen, it seems like more of a task for him than him just wanting to treat me well. I think he's going through a mid-life crisis. It seems like he doesn't know if he wants to be 20 or 40.
August 7, 2009 -- And I'm done with Dillards. Maybe not the best decision I've ever made, but what's done is done and now I can focus on school this fall and visiting my Grandpa before school starts. He's not doing so hot these days.
August 10-13, 2009 -- In Nebraska with my Grandpa. I love being at home with him, but I also love knowing that I have a life in Cheyenne that I'm excited to get back to. He and I go to the doctor and after a long day, feel like he can get a hold on his diabetes and blood pressure problems.
August 18, 2009 -- I get pulled over for speeding in Cheyenne. Ugh, just my luck. As it turns out, when I was on my way home from Nebraska in January, I got a speeding ticket in Kimball, paid it and forgot about it. Well, somehow Nebraska screwed up their paperwork and never recorded my payment. So when I got pulled over in Cheyenne, the cop said my driver's license had been suspended. Double ugh. After about 20 phone calls, I finally got my license back. Actually, the cop hand delivered it.
August 19-23, 2009 -- I stop at Matt's on my way to Laramie. He breaks up with me saying, "This isn't working anymore." He breaks my poor little heart. He says he can't give me what I want. He doesn't know if he wants to get married and have kids. I control my emotions as he talks. It all seems so surreal. As I walk out of his apartment, I look back at him and start crying. I thought he was "The One". As I cry, he comes over to me and holds me, rubbing my back and shoulders and keeps telling me that he's sorry. I finally leave. As I walk away, I look back. He has one hand to his cheek, wiping something away. Was it a tear? Was it just an itch? I'll never know.
August 25, 2009 -- School starts. I LOVE my classes! It feels really good to be doing something that is helping me to be a better individual. Not to mention it's nice to have something healthy to focus on.
September 6, 2009 -- Happy Labor Day! I'm in Nebraska enjoying time with my Mom and Grandpa. We're still worried about him, but his vitals seem to be better. I'm looking forward to days of happiness and contentedness. I hope they come soon.
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