Sunday, November 25, 2012

Notes to People Who will Never Read Them.

"To the dickweed scientist with a telescope that decided that pluto wasnt a planet: Screw you." -Dick Tidrow

To the guy who used to be my best friend;
Break up with your girlfriend. She's the reason we never hang out anymore.

To the cashier at Kneaders;
My name isn't hard to spell.

To the cute boy at Kahuku's in Hawaii;
Of course you're attractive. You're a Hanneman.

To my bus driver in kindergarten;
Looking back I wish I told someone you yelled at me for sitting in the front seat.

To My last year's homecoming date;
Im privileged you let me experience something you never could, being heartless and all you'll never know what a broken heart feels like.  

To my old yearbook teacher;
you could have stayed. Thanks for ruining yearbook this year.

The the clueless Model Boy who sits 2 seats away from me;
We're going to get married okay?

To my future sheep;
Your name will be Bathsheepah or Baahxter, depending on gender.

To my homecoming date;
Did you really not gather the fact that I was in love with you? No big.

To my old boss;
Of course I didn't want to get paid.  I wanted to do 180 hours for free.

To my dad;
I'm sorry I don't live up to your expectations.

To the boy who offered me drugs in 2nd grade;
Thanks for teaching me what dope was. I really hope you changed.  I want you to have a good life.

To the man who grabbed me and tried to take me;
Its not necessary for you to see the movie Taken--you experienced it when my dad saw what was happening.  

To Sydnie;
You suck at being a best friend. But so do I. I love you!

To the ditz who thinks she's cute;
"She asked me how to spell orange."  You and Karen from Mean Girls would get along quite nicely.

To the red-headed jock,
It's nice to see someone smile in their athletic pictures rather than the straight faced serious ones. 

To my blog;
I'm sorry I always vent to you.

Radioactive.

**Welcome to the new age

Monday, November 19, 2012

My options for a Future

-live with my parents
-become a brain surgeon
-buy 12 warthogs, 2 llamas, 4 starfish, 22 dogs, and a lamb.
-not be a dental assistant because Obamacare will make the taxes be too high so the expense of dental care will go up and more people want extractions cause they're cheaper so less assistants are needed. Yay America!
-serve a mission
-sail the open sea in a dingy
-become an english teacher
-live on a park bench
-convert myself to the Hare Krishnahs
-blog
-go to college
-get married
-become a mortician
-have my own cooking show
-train my husband the art of llama breeding
-find a cure for cancer
-stalk Jeremy Renner. #creeper
-be a substitute teacher
-sell hotdogs/food on the beaches of Kuai till i have enough money to buy a house
-learn how to snowboard, become an instructor
-be stranded on a desert island with nothing but a comb, animal crackers, and nail clippersand still be able to survive
-sleep forever

How to write a How to Prompt

think.

i know how to sleep.
i know how to eat.

think.

what do i know how to do.

How to Fall Asleep:
1. lie down
2. close your eyes.
3. fall asleep

too simple.

How to Eat:
1. open your mouth
2. chew

even worse.

think.
think harder.

i know how to laugh.

How to Laugh;
scratch that.

i know how to live.

How to Live:
1. decide who you are.
2. be who you are and don't change for anyone.
3. make yourself happy--you need to be selfish when it comes to this!
4.  choose to be happy the way you did as a kid when you got a brand new piece of chalk, a new chiseled marker, or the perfect crayons; when thats all it took to make you happy.
5. love.
6. take risks.
7. cry.
8. Live.

does that work?

think.

how to make cookies.
i give up.

Monday, November 12, 2012

10. Newspaper Blackout

 Loneliness tended his return to where he could be.
 Muzzle the silence.
Denounce the delicate dance, the likely price would be too high for anything else.
Promise me promises.




#ITried

#TisTheSeason

I'm not too old;

Christmas Wishlist:

-Twitter. #IWantOne
-Restaurants to use plastic instead of styrofoam to go boxes. (It's killing the earth.)
-A white Christmas.
-gas prices to be lowered.
-My hair to be 4 inches longer.
-The courage to finish Walking Dead.
-My family to get out of debt.
-Make good genuine friends.
-Not be an only child.
-to be given back my crayons.
-to actually hang out with people that I write "We're playing over the summer you have no choice!" in their yearbook.
-a big dog. (great dane, german shepherd, etc.)
-A clean room.
-to know what to do with my life.
-a bed time.
-a Skip-it.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Wasted Shooting Star.

I wished on a shooting star.
A freaking star.

and i NEVER see them. it was wasted!! I know i know.
respect our president. President. I will even capitalize the word.

signs of the times?? whenever we have that lesson in sunday school i get scared out of my witts! and now facebook has its cup running over with statuses (statusi) about the second coming coming. (that wasn't intentional..) and it being a sign and all this.
i'm scared and i feel so small. In all honesty i just wanted to change the size so i had to throw the word small in there somewhere.

But it all comes down to the frame of mind I guess...but I hope Barack Husein Obama is very proud of himself.  I give him a pat on the back for spending more money than every president combined.  And killing jobs while trying to create them. America may feel dead, but death is not the end.

haven't you seen the walking dead? we'll come back.  everything will be okay!!


i really have no idea what got me on this subject.. maybe because all ive been doing is watching psych and walking dead.

nevermind.

SAIL--blame it on the A.D.D.