Sunday, February 27, 2011

"Starting from zero, got nothing to lose."

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

I've decided that I am going to try out for GT color guard.

For those of you who are cool fortunate LAME enough to not be in band, the color guard is the group of girls who spin the flags and stuff during halftime shows.

I know what you're thinking. DB, grow up and stop being so lame. But DB, you've never done color guard before. What makes you think that you can make it? 

I don't, actually. Think I can make it. But I'm going to be rooming with Amanda, who was the guard captain at my high school, and I promised her and my mother that I would try out with her. She and this year's captain are going to be brainwashing training me later this week.

See, it's like this. Once you join band, do it for a year and decide if it is something that you are wanting to be serious about. If it isn't? Quit. After freshman year. Don't wait until after sophomore year like I did. By then, you've already been hooked. It's like being in a gang. You might say that you quit....but you didn't. You can't. Everyone gives you dirty looks in the hallway and whispers angry things about you as you pass. [You think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. I cannot tell you how many times I was called a traitor as I passed my ex-band mates.]

Now, even after I've left the program my senior year, I still get guilted into coming back and doing a parade. And when I'm done with that, I assume I'm done...forever.

But no. It seems that all the band mothers are starting their duties back up. We are each being pressured to do college band. "But, sweetie, I really would prefer that you had a built in support group at school. It would make me much more comfortable! I mean, you enjoyed it so much in high school....!"

And I'm weak, you guys. Weak.

We'll see. 

Last time they tried to teach me can be summed up in this conversation after I got smacked in the face with the flag:

"Aw...DB, are you crying?! It'll be okay!"
"Damn it, Caitlyn! I just got smashed in the nose with a metal pole! My eyes are watering!"
"Oh...Well...In that case, stand back up and throw it again."

May the force be with y'all.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

"I'm like a bird; I only fly away."

I'm Like a Bird - Nelly Fretado

So I'm starting a new project....cranes!

Origami cranes to be exact.

Look at him! He's kind of cute!
For those of you who don't know the background of the 1000 cranes legends, I'm Wikipedia's your gal! According to Japanese legend, if you make 1000 cranes, you will get one wish. Also, many people make a thousand and give them as wedding gifts as a good luck charm for 1000 years of good luck, happiness, and prosperity. 

The Thousand Origami Cranes has become a symbol of world peace[citation needed] through the story of Sadako Sasaki, a Japanese girl who tried to stave off her death from leukemia as a result of radiation from the atomic bombing of Hiroshima during World War II by making one thousand origami cranes, having folded only 644 before her death, and that her friends completed and buried them all with her. (This is only one version of the story. Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum states that she did, in fact, complete the 1,000 cranes.)

For those of you who are looking for a good [but very sad] read, there is a book about her titled Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes. I read it back in the day, and it was thinking back on this book that made me want to start making them again.

Look at my babies!
Thus far, I have 25 done. One of my friends and I are working together, and I think he has 69 [teehee. Sorry. I hang out with all males all day. It had to be done.]

But yes. Be prepared to hear random updates on my crane saga. I have a countdown....countup? over in that general area. ----> As I get more, I'll add to it.

Aaaand, what a fabulous coincidence. When I was randomly blog surfing, I came across this lovely blog! She's also making cranes, but she's sharing hers with the world. Very very cool.

May the force be with y'all.

Monday, February 21, 2011

"Poor ole granddad; I laughed at all his words."

Ooh La La - Faces

So, two crying sessions, two hamburgers, a large sweet tea, and multiple irritated texts from Caroline later, my chemistry homework is done...basically. [not really.] I have a test that I'm making up tomorrow, and I'm totally fucked, but you know what? I'm still running a fever, and I don't care anymore.

But anyways! Top Two Monday Tuesday time!

This week's is the Top 2 things you've learned from your parents or grandparents.

  1. How to identify plants, take care of a garden, and work in the yard in general. My grandmother has never made excuses because we are female. In fact, she has much higher expectations for us than she does for the boys. Because of her, I can mow the lawn, use a hatchet, plant trees, and carry stones with the best of them. I've been eaten up by briars and sunburned all over my body, but you know what? I'm tough enough to handle it. 
  2. How to stand up for myself. My mother did not have the best start. She was married at 17 and divorced by 18. This was followed by two more failed marriages. [Only slightly beat by my father who is on his fourth!] This is not the worst case scenario for her though; that would have been staying in them. Two of them tried to walk all over her and control her whether it be financially, socially, or emotionally, but she pulled herself up and walked out, the second time with two kids and two cats in the car. It's easy to stay somewhere and play the victim, but it takes true strength to stand up for yourself.
The women in my family are truly strong individuals, and I could do worse than to learn from them.

Link up to Top Two Tuesdays over at The Undomestic Momma!

May the force be with y'all.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

*Insert Pachabel's Canon in D*

I'm sick sick sick.....

Blarg. I'm that annoying sick too. I am really light headed and feel like someone has been beating me.

But anyway.

I just got back from Athens. We went up there because mom went to the B52s concert. She went to high school with them, so they all got together in kind of an informal reunion type of deal. On Saturday, we went to the post concert party thrown by one of her friends, which was basically a gathering of a bunch of drunk ex-hippies. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

Best part was when the school....fluzy? walked in. Only a couple of people remembered her until one of them mentioned how she used to make out with this guy in the hallway all the time. Then there was a continual chorus of "Oh! That's who that was?!" Ooooh man.

Also, I met my step mother, or as we like to call her my "Viet-mom".
[For some of my slower readers, she's Vietnamese.]

She's also at least thirty years younger than my father. It's super fun when your step mother is ten years older than you. Especially when your father is 45 years older than you.

But anyway, he and I have always had a strained relationship [to say the least]. We haven't seen each other since I turned fourteen and wasn't legally obligated to go any longer. So it was an interesting experience. Awkward at some points, but it wasn't excruciatingly painful either. They've been married for over two years now, though, so I figured it was about time.

Now on to the best part of the weekend: shopping.

To be more exact, thrift shopping. I love thrift stores so much.

For about $50, I scored:

  • a pair of jeans
  • two dresses [one is Eddie Bauer]
  • a big sweater
  • two baggy cardigans [one is Lands End]
  • a sweater vest
And the grand pooba of all of my purchases? 

I always have had a fascination with capes, especially ones with hoods.

This one is...perfect. Is it not awesome?

Well? I got one. Only mine looks more like this.
No hood...which is saddening. But probably more socially acceptable.
 I paid $6 for it. So, I get it home, and when I was hanging it up, I notice one little thing. The tag.

Who is the designer of said cape?

Oscar de la Renta, that's who.

I bought an Oscar de la Renta cape for six dollars! I still haven't gotten over that.

I'll post pictures of my shit when I'm a little more heavily medicated feeling a little bit better.

May the force be with y'all.

Monday, February 14, 2011

"I'm breaking the habit tonight."

Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park

We all have habits that we just can seem to, for lack of a better word, break. 

I am definitely not immune to this rule of life. 
[Oh god. I feel a top ten five list coming on.]

1.   Apologizing.
Now I'm not saying that apologizing is a bad thing. It's a terrible thing! It's really something that people should do sometimes, obviously. But I apologize for every fucking thing. [Oh, sorry for cuss--....I mean...] I've gotten to the point where I have realized that maybe I'm not sorry. I can't walk on eggshells around everyone just because I'm scared to hurt some feelings. People need to grow up.
2.   Procrastinating.
I have four chapters worth of AP Chem due. Nuff said.
3.   Eating badly.
 I eat maybe two meals a day. This isn't because I am all "I'm fat. I must not eat." It's just that when I get stressed, I don't get hungry, which is horrible because then I'm tired all the damn time. I know, I know. You're thinking, "Dude. Shut the hell up and eat something." No! I'm not hungry right now. [Btw, off topic, everyone try the Coca Cola milkshake at Applebees. ♥♥♥]
4.   Biting my nails.
This one also connects to stress. Last week, all of my fingers were bleeding on a daily basis because I bit them into tiny little nubs. It was uber cute.
5.   Crying when I get really angry.
Dude. Back in the day, I had some pretty severe anger problems. If my sister was asked about don't even want to know. She used to bug me until I beat the crap out of her. Then I moved on to using my words to beat people up. I can't tell you how many people I made cry at that point in my life. When I hit sophomore year though, I mellowed to an extreme. The other day in Chem, my teacher made me so angry. My response? To start balling as soon as I left the room. Hardcore, right? It almost makes me want to go back to the violent responses. Almost.

Tonight was fun. Q and I just stayed in and watched Star Wars [the original one] together.

I've never seen them before. [I know. It's supposedly a crime against humanity or something? Meh. Who knows.]

I've decided. R2D2 is my favorite. He just makes me smile every time he comes on the screen. Awwww....

I've just got to focus for the rest of the week because I'm going to Athens on Friday. [Mom's going to the B52 concert. She went to high school with them, so all of their friends are getting together.]

Time for bed. Buenas noches.


Sunday, February 13, 2011

"I just need you now."

Need You Now - Lady Antebellum

"I'm worried that I'm not going to make you happy on Valentine's Day. It's intimidating."

"Q, last year, I got a text saying, 'I don't want to hang out with you today.', and then I got dumped the day after. I don't exactly have high standards."

"Yayyy low expectations! I think I can work with this!"

Le sigh.

I'm excited though. We sold carnations for Relay for Life last week, and we're passing them out tomorrow. 

Happy Valentines, y'all!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

"Sweet Southern comfort, carry on."

So I've stolen yet another meme from The Tsaritsa [they are just so damn fun!].

This one is about accents!

[Like regional accents...not the things you put over letters en espanol.]

It's easy. Just video tape yourself saying the following things. Supposedly, they are clear indicators of the region you're from. Haha.

The List

- aunt 
- route
- wash
- oil
- theatre
- iron
- salmon
- caramel
- fire
- water
- sure
- data
- ruin
- crayon
- toilet
- New Orleans
- pecan
- both
- again
- probably
- spitting image
- Alabama
- lawyer
- coupon
- mayonnaise
- syrup
- pajamas
- caught

The Questions

- What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?

- What is the bug that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?

- What is the bubbly carbonated drink called?

- What do you call gym shoes?

- What do you say to address a group of people?

- What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?

- What do you call your grandparents?

- What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?

- What do you call it when rain falls while the sun is shining?

- What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

Here is mine!:

[Putting a video up is a pain in the ass.]

[I swear I'm not this awkward all the time.]

[Isn't that always the case when you see a video of yourself?]

May the force be with y'all.

Saturday, February 05, 2011

"All my life I've been good, but now I'm saying 'What the hell?'"

What the Hell - Avril Lavigne
[Don't get me started on my love for her.]

I was going to talk about the super awesome baby hat that I just made [I know you love my sordid knitting tales.], but instead I came across something on The Tsaritsa Sez that interested me.

One thing that I love is handwriting.

I was that nerdy kid back in the day who used to practice their handwriting, so I had to steal borrow straight up copy this meme from her.

You just write down these things on a piece of paper and take a picture of them.:

1. What's your name/your Blogger name?
2. What's your blog's name/URL?
3. Write "the quick fox jumps over the lazy dog"
4. Favorite quote?
5. Your favorite song?
6. Your favorite band/singers?
7. Anything else you want to say?
8. Tag 3-5 other people

It's kind of blurry cause I had to take it with my webcam, but yeah.

I think it would be fun to study handwriting analysis.

May the force be with y'all.