Some childish things have been happening around me lately and it got me thinkin' of grade school threats. I'm talking about the biggest threat a third or fourth grader could think of at their age. I remember it being "oh yeah?! Well, you are not invited to my birthday!" The only reply to that is "....Well....SO!"
I can't really say that anymore, I'm 23. So, what do you say now? I've actually thought about this, in depth. You can't do the b-day one because if it's in a public place, like a bar, almost anyone can show up. If it's at your house, they could still find a way to crash it, especially if all are drunk. What about your wedding? "You're not invited to my totally awesome wedding!" I think that works. Who doesn't love weddings? Free food and booze, a DJ, dancing and just a blast all around. Sure, you have to buy a gift but there are usually some reasonably priced items on the registry. "What about party crashes," you may ask. Easy, no body gets in without an invite, and why not hire some extra security if you really hate the person you don't want to invite. You've already spent thousands on a huge party, so what's another couple hundred? Or some teenage family members who will do it for cheap.
I think I will use that threat from now on. Of course I'll have to wait until I have a wedding to plan....or not.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
MY dream.
Oh show business, how I dare to dream of becoming a part of your glamorous life.
Ever time I watch an award show for acting I feel something. I feel like it's a possibilty for me to one day be there. I know the chances of something like that happening are very slim, but I do dream of it. I search the internet for any and everything that has to do with movies or television shows being filmed here. I'm a member of an extras agency and have been an extra 3 times. Each time left me wanting more. I one day hope to visit Hollywood. I'm already sure I will love the warm sun and the laid back people. However, I understand the cost of living is high, so hopefully I can find a job with my English degree. I almost want to just pack my bags and never look back, but I've got a lot going for me in Michigan right now. But once I graduate I believe my options will open up a little more. I have to believe I will find something to keep me afloat until I reach my dream, or there's nothing.
Ever time I watch an award show for acting I feel something. I feel like it's a possibilty for me to one day be there. I know the chances of something like that happening are very slim, but I do dream of it. I search the internet for any and everything that has to do with movies or television shows being filmed here. I'm a member of an extras agency and have been an extra 3 times. Each time left me wanting more. I one day hope to visit Hollywood. I'm already sure I will love the warm sun and the laid back people. However, I understand the cost of living is high, so hopefully I can find a job with my English degree. I almost want to just pack my bags and never look back, but I've got a lot going for me in Michigan right now. But once I graduate I believe my options will open up a little more. I have to believe I will find something to keep me afloat until I reach my dream, or there's nothing.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Trying to stay positive
I've been thinking about the whole graduating thing lately, and I keep asking myself 'why am I so bothered by graduating a little late?'
I know that I WILL graduate, move out and find a job in the future, and with each passing day I move a little closer to those goals. I need to take a look at my life. My parents support my every move and take care of me. They don't treat me like a child, but they do help with the bills. I pay for as much stuff as I can and rarely ask them for cash. Speaking of cash, my Michigan Education Trust fund is almost out. Bye bye tuition. I cried over this because I hate the thought of my dad having to pay thousands of dollars for my schooling. He told me, with a smile on his, not to worry about it, and he's proud of me for going school. I think I will skip summer 1 classes and do summer 2 for sure, which means I will push back my graduation to May 2011. I'm doing this so my dad can save money for my tuition. I know it's only a couple months, but he said it would help. I don't enjoy summer classes that much anyway.... I guess I should wait until the summer schedule is posted before I make a solid decision. But I'm going to stop being so disappointed in myself over this. Things happen. I have it in the back of mind that something great is waiting for me in the future and it's not going anywhere without me.
OH! My brother, Mike, and I might be graduating around the same time! Crazy grad party anyone??
I know that I WILL graduate, move out and find a job in the future, and with each passing day I move a little closer to those goals. I need to take a look at my life. My parents support my every move and take care of me. They don't treat me like a child, but they do help with the bills. I pay for as much stuff as I can and rarely ask them for cash. Speaking of cash, my Michigan Education Trust fund is almost out. Bye bye tuition. I cried over this because I hate the thought of my dad having to pay thousands of dollars for my schooling. He told me, with a smile on his, not to worry about it, and he's proud of me for going school. I think I will skip summer 1 classes and do summer 2 for sure, which means I will push back my graduation to May 2011. I'm doing this so my dad can save money for my tuition. I know it's only a couple months, but he said it would help. I don't enjoy summer classes that much anyway.... I guess I should wait until the summer schedule is posted before I make a solid decision. But I'm going to stop being so disappointed in myself over this. Things happen. I have it in the back of mind that something great is waiting for me in the future and it's not going anywhere without me.
OH! My brother, Mike, and I might be graduating around the same time! Crazy grad party anyone??
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Movin' on up!
So I'm not really movin' on up to anything. I was just day dreaming and talking with Eric about moving out of my house and into his. However, this won't happen until I'm good and ready. Meaning, not until I've graduated will I be ready to move out. Also, my dad wants Eric "to make an honest woman of me." He wants Eric and I to be engaged before we live together. I'm not really ready for that either. Enough of that, here's a list of things I will do when I do move out:
Buy a Boston Terrier and name it Buffy
Buy a new bed (a BIG bed)
Host awesome parties
Host dinner dates with friends
Learn recipes for the crock pot
Design my own living space
NO CLUTTER
That's all I've got so far.
Buy a Boston Terrier and name it Buffy
Buy a new bed (a BIG bed)
Host awesome parties
Host dinner dates with friends
Learn recipes for the crock pot
Design my own living space
NO CLUTTER
That's all I've got so far.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Grade School Outcast
It's sad these things still bother me.
I went to a Catholic K-8 school. The class sizes were small with about 40 in my graduating 8th grade class. Everybody knew everybody. I could probably still name everyone in my class. I don't really speak to them, except for Michele. I was supposed to be in her wedding, but she canceled it after everyone bought the 140 dollar bridesmaid dresses and gifts for the bridal shower. I am friends with just about all the other students online, minus those who do not have a Facebook. Occasionally I will seek out their profiles to see what everyone is up to, but the unhappy memories of being a pudgy, frizzy haired, brace face flood back into my brain. Catholics love to judge, even the young ones.
When you reach 7th grade at St. Robert's the school splits the students up based on how well they do on a math test. Since I've never been good at math I was put into 7-2s and 8-2s. Which made me feel stupid. The smart boys and girls looked at us differently. You could tell they felt smarter. The teachers favored those students who made great grades and whose parents actively participated in everything at school. My parents are on the older side and never really helped out much at the school.
I partially blame my parents for not fitting in as much as I could have. They never really pushed me to join any sports. I think parents should put their children in sports to see if they like it. If they don't then drop it. I was in girl scouts, but even then I felt awkward and out of place. I should have happy memories of scouts but the one that stick out the most is a little sad. We had to sell cookies, lots and lots of cookies. Most parents sold the cookies for their daughters by taking the order forms to work. Not my parents. I usually sold under ten boxes. One mother came up to me, mind you I was like 8 or 9, and scorned me for not selling to other people outside my family. This woman was truly disappointed in my lack of sales for a 9 year old. Why would a woman do that to a kid that's not even related to her? It's great that she was able to sell 100 boxes of thin mints so her daughter could win a two dollar plastic toy.
The kids were just as bad as the parents. In whatever grade it is us Catholics get confirmed we HAD to participate in a 2 day retreat at some giant church that had bowling lanes in the basement! Of course I only remember the bowling lanes because that's the only place I had fun. I also remember spending about an hour or so in a tiny warm room with sky blue walls, vomit green carpet and no windows staring at a floor to ceiling crucified Jesus. I believe kids started to cry. Whether they were overcome with emotion or they just wanted to leave I do not know. One night, all of use got to hang around and not talk about religion. I was sitting with some 'popular' girls, my best friend was not catholic so she did not attend this eye-opening experience, and one of the 'popular' boys came over. He wrapped his arms around the girl I was chatting with and said "she's my friend. I like her more than I like you. You're not my friend." A little harsh right? I didn't know what to do so I sat there while he went on and on about his love for this girl and dislike for me. What a jackass. A jackass who is my friend on Facebook.
I was so happy to leave that school behind me, but the memories are still front and center.
I went to a Catholic K-8 school. The class sizes were small with about 40 in my graduating 8th grade class. Everybody knew everybody. I could probably still name everyone in my class. I don't really speak to them, except for Michele. I was supposed to be in her wedding, but she canceled it after everyone bought the 140 dollar bridesmaid dresses and gifts for the bridal shower. I am friends with just about all the other students online, minus those who do not have a Facebook. Occasionally I will seek out their profiles to see what everyone is up to, but the unhappy memories of being a pudgy, frizzy haired, brace face flood back into my brain. Catholics love to judge, even the young ones.
When you reach 7th grade at St. Robert's the school splits the students up based on how well they do on a math test. Since I've never been good at math I was put into 7-2s and 8-2s. Which made me feel stupid. The smart boys and girls looked at us differently. You could tell they felt smarter. The teachers favored those students who made great grades and whose parents actively participated in everything at school. My parents are on the older side and never really helped out much at the school.
I partially blame my parents for not fitting in as much as I could have. They never really pushed me to join any sports. I think parents should put their children in sports to see if they like it. If they don't then drop it. I was in girl scouts, but even then I felt awkward and out of place. I should have happy memories of scouts but the one that stick out the most is a little sad. We had to sell cookies, lots and lots of cookies. Most parents sold the cookies for their daughters by taking the order forms to work. Not my parents. I usually sold under ten boxes. One mother came up to me, mind you I was like 8 or 9, and scorned me for not selling to other people outside my family. This woman was truly disappointed in my lack of sales for a 9 year old. Why would a woman do that to a kid that's not even related to her? It's great that she was able to sell 100 boxes of thin mints so her daughter could win a two dollar plastic toy.
The kids were just as bad as the parents. In whatever grade it is us Catholics get confirmed we HAD to participate in a 2 day retreat at some giant church that had bowling lanes in the basement! Of course I only remember the bowling lanes because that's the only place I had fun. I also remember spending about an hour or so in a tiny warm room with sky blue walls, vomit green carpet and no windows staring at a floor to ceiling crucified Jesus. I believe kids started to cry. Whether they were overcome with emotion or they just wanted to leave I do not know. One night, all of use got to hang around and not talk about religion. I was sitting with some 'popular' girls, my best friend was not catholic so she did not attend this eye-opening experience, and one of the 'popular' boys came over. He wrapped his arms around the girl I was chatting with and said "she's my friend. I like her more than I like you. You're not my friend." A little harsh right? I didn't know what to do so I sat there while he went on and on about his love for this girl and dislike for me. What a jackass. A jackass who is my friend on Facebook.
I was so happy to leave that school behind me, but the memories are still front and center.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
11 more to go....
After this semester I will have a mere 11 classes to take, at least I hope. According to all the papers I have I only need 11 more required classes in order to graduate with an English degree. I will be taking another 4 classes next semester which brings my total down to 7. If I want, I can choose to double the pressure and take 5 classes next semester and possibly finish over the summer. I would have to take summer I and II classes, 3 classes each half. That is considered full time during the summer. That would suck. However, I don't know what classes will be offered over the summer or next fall yet, so I'm not sure what to do. I hope they offer French I and II during the summer, or I will have to go next fall and winter. I'm so sick of school right now. Mainly one teacher who is a large bag of douche with an arrogant attitude. He likes to give a self-fulling speech each class.
Sometimes I wish I did my own thing right from the beginning of college. I've loved Enlgish since grade school, but was told there are no jobs for English majors unless you're a teacher. I don't believe that and neither do my advisors. Joining the teaching program screwed me over. I took classes I don't need and lost my love for school. I used to love going to school! I was such a nerd...I guess I still am. I am happier in the CASL program but unhappy about how long it's taking me to finish. I want to be done and move on with life. I want to find a career, pay my credit card bills, and buy a house. I guess that will all happen just not as soon as I want it to.
Sometimes I wish I did my own thing right from the beginning of college. I've loved Enlgish since grade school, but was told there are no jobs for English majors unless you're a teacher. I don't believe that and neither do my advisors. Joining the teaching program screwed me over. I took classes I don't need and lost my love for school. I used to love going to school! I was such a nerd...I guess I still am. I am happier in the CASL program but unhappy about how long it's taking me to finish. I want to be done and move on with life. I want to find a career, pay my credit card bills, and buy a house. I guess that will all happen just not as soon as I want it to.
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