Living Alone

When you live alone things change. Once your roommates move out you are separated from both your best friends and that one roommate who is really into Freshman girls and you can't stand listening to for extended periods of time. You think to yourself this can't be all that bad because at last he's gone, but at the same time there's a small part of you that wishes you had gone home for the summer. So here are the pros and cons of my current alone situation:

Pro: I have a TV now
Con: I don't have cable on my TV or an Xbox
Pro: I don't have to close the bathroom door when using the bathroom
Pro: I can walk around in any stage of being dressed or undressed
Pro: I've gotten to know some people better
Con: I've gotten to know some people better
Pro: I play more soccer
Pro I have a bicycle now
Con: I don't have a car
Con: It was a lot harder to find a job than I thought
Pro: I don't have school on Fridays
Con: I'm in class more hours this semester than last semester
Pro: I made a blog
Con: I have to think about things to blog about
Pro: I shaved three seconds off my minesweeper best time
Pro: Friends

Emma Watson

In the year of our Lord two thousand and one my life changed forever. A year when George Bush succeeded Bill Clinton as President and nearly three thousand people died in the terrorist attacks on 9/11. After what some people may call a catastrophe and an actual catastrophe a ray of hope shone through the darkness. On November 16, Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone was released and a new star was born: Emma Watson.











I think it's appropriate to say that when I was thirteen I had my first love, there was nobody that compared to my baby and nobody came between us, no-one could ever come above. My friends and I were some of the first to realize her then clandestine beauty and we were mocked for it. It's hard to point out a time when "I told you so" would have first been appropriate. Maybe in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire when she came down the steps to go to the Yule Ball and I submit that it could have even been before that. I now believe an apology is in order because just saying "I told you so" sometimes isn't satisfying enough.

My Pet Peeves

I hope these things aren't just things that bother me, but I guess this is just a list of my pet peeves and not a list of general pet peeves, so they very well could be things that just bother me. Generalities I find have very little importance. They may have importance in some experiments or questionnaires, but when something can be connected to someone you know or to yourself, it gives that something real meaning, meaning it didn't have before because it wasn't personalized. So maybe these are some of your pet peeves and maybe they're not, but either way they have meaning, whether they already did before I don't know, but they will.

Cutting fingernails or toenails somewhere where they shouldn't be cut, like church (and not just because it's loud) or anywhere where there isn't a trash can, sink, toilet or the outdoors. There is nothing worse than just finding a fingernail or toenail somewhere. Stepping on them when you're barefoot is even worse.

When you make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or just a peanut butter sandwich (just peanut butter sandwiches are also a pet peeve of mine and not just because they mess up the pb&j acronym) don't leave any peanut butter on the knife. It is both a waste of peanut butter and a pain in the butt to clean, even for the dish washing machine. I could use a knife to put peanut butter on a piece of bread and when I'm done, the knife could be put back into the drawer. I don't do that, but just saying I've thought about it before. All you have to do is use the side of the jar and the other piece of bread.

Ok so this next one I think is a general pet peeve. Hair. Hair everywhere. Hair when it's not on your head or body is nasty. Hair in the sink, hair in the drain, or hair that somehow finds its way onto your clothes despite it not being your hair. Then you pull it off your clothes and drop it onto the ground, but your clothes have some sort of static cling so it somehow ends up back on you. Since this is a more common pet peeve I think that will suffice as far as an explanation goes.

Ball hogs. Just pass the ball for goodness sake. It doesn't matter what sport, nobody likes a ball hog. You might be good, but unless the game is really important help everyone have fun. Also if you're not getting paid it's probably not that important. Go play golf or some other one man sport.

Don't be a poser. I think we've all been posers before, yes, even I have, but thinking back that was stupid I should have been comfortable with who I was. So be yourself because if you're not being yourself then your my pet peeve.

I'm running out of pet peeves. I'm sure I have more, but I can't think of anymore right now so I guess I'll just add them when they come to me. Also I hope no one thinks that I'm trying to send a message to someone who did one of these things and thus bothered me.

Inamorata

What my mom wants more than anything else: My happiness.

What my mom wants more than more than anything else: Grandchildren.

There's no pressure like the pressure from a loved one.

Happy Mother's Day Mom, moms and future mothers!

The right way to use the toilet.

Just in case you were wondering.

Fortitude

I wish I was Nigerian, but more importantly in this case I wish I had the fortitude to dance shirtless. Oh wait, I just remembered this one time where I lost in a game of dare poker and danced on a picnic table in my boxers for five minutes (that's a long time and it's even longer when you have to do something embarrassing for the duration). When I had the idea for this blog which was seconds after seeing this video I did not once think about my dancing shirtless and not just shirtless, but wearing only boxers, on a picnic table at scout camp, but as soon as I started writing "fortitude to dance shirtless" I remembered I do have the fortitude... or I did have the fortitude, but now I lack it. I'm just glad that no one was there to video it and put it on youtube because who knows how many millions of views it would have. You may be thinking to yourself, "really, millions of views? really?," and I submit yes millions because I looked more like the kid on the right than the kid on the left. Moral of the story never come in last when playing dare poker or just never play. Also being forced to do stuff gives you fortitude to do things you would never do otherwise.