THIS SONG is so AWE SOME.
so awesome that it needed two words to describe its awesomeness.
More nonsensical nonsense
The random fancies of an unfocused mindBaking exploration
People say this all the time, but I don’t think they mean it with the intensity that I say this with: I absolutely adore cake. There are very few foods that are as much fun to make as they are to eat, but i think cakes of any sort (except fruit cakes– fit into this category…Bananas foster is in there, too (you get to light alcohol on fire, what’s not to love?).
I’m making a cake for a special ocassion, and so I went to learn how to make it look cool and like i put some effort into it, because I think that if you have time to there’s no reason you shouldn’t learn how to do something a little bit differently than you have before. I decided I would make a chocolate cake, and it’s really a pretty straight forward kind of cake–i mean, there aren’t very many variations to chocolate. i thought. then i discovered the existance of this delightful food/toy/decorating device called chocolate plastic. the name is totally unappetizing, and i realize that, but the product is something similar to chocolate playdough.
shoot, i have to go actually, i thought this post was going to be a little longer…but i’m concerned about burning the cake that i’m talking about. moral of the story–cake is good, playdough tastes like salty grossness, make it with chocolate instead, yeah!
funny people
I like randomly getting on edublogs sometimes, and today was one of those days where it felt necessary. but now that i’m on here, i don’t know what the hell to do–i don’t even know where to find the buttons i need to do anything. in fact, i barely found the add new post button…
So today i saw the movie funny people. i had no idea that adam sandler can actually be a legitmately funny person. it was like when i discovered that jim carey could be funny when he stops overacting and screaming.
anyways, it was really awesome, and i saw it with my siblings (my parents are out of town, so we decided to celebrate independence) so that made it even better.
The movie is about comedians and “finding your real relationships instead of focusing on your jokes and your work.” i only know that from the two hours infoshow i watched on it yesterday. so naturally with the comedians you get to see a ton of standup, and it’s excellent…but now i feel unsatisfied…i have a craving for comedy right now. anyways, i think i’m gonna jet. i just think it’s fun to randomly write on this, yay!
yay for construction
Screw a masseuse. i’m making friends with people who do construction.
there is plaster in places i’d rather not describe to anyone, ever–and never thought i would have to until today.
“but why hire someone when you can do it yourself?”
when i grow up, i’m going to be a ninja.
so, i’m randomly deciding to write in this, because my day so far has been just a little bit less complete without some random blogging for the first time in a couple of months. yay for rambling!
I wish i could say that i didn’t get up until one because i didn’t go to bed at a decent hour…but i went to bed at eleven thirty last night after watching national treasure (which was pertty interesting, actually). anyways, i woke up, ate, showered, did laundry, and checked facebook. i think the fact that facebook has been considered something that i’d think of with basic survival needs of food, sleep, and cleanliness is a good description of what today is like. aaaaaaaaaand now i’m watching ninja warrior. and it’s glorious.
i wonder if i could be a ninja. there are all these supremely ripped professionals and trainers, and surprisingly the only ones who’ve won so far are the normal types like fishers and janitors. that’s officially one of my new life goals. not fishing or being a janitor although neither would be bad…i’m going to pass all the trials on ninja warrior.
Quest around the halls of the school
This is going to be really epic, because I got all fifteen, as i got really excited at the overflow of small things (My granny is an avon lady, and has been since she was sixteen, so this love of trinkets has kinda grown in my family…i don’t get it either). Here goes…in journey, order. god willing i can remember.
1. Strength. Strength was the first medicine that i decided to quest for. Mostly because it’s the first one i see every morning. I go to zero hour (as i’m sure many of you know from my insistence on visiting your class every morning) with mrs. mccarthy (who just had her birthday!), and as soon as i got the clues, i knew it was her. surprisingly, i was not tipped off by the “ducking is recommended” bit. No, during zero hour, it’s been proven that you’re essentially safe from any hitting that results from being late or from not doing your homework. Once she’s sitting down, she is NOT getting up. In fact, she may ask you to come to her desk so that she can hit you….anyways, i digress. Her medicine was in the form of sand, which represented strength to me in a very funny way. The first is that, on one of our first family vacations that i can remember, we went to the beach. My mom must have told us a thousand times to kick the sand off of our shoes before we got in the car, but none of us really listened–who doesn’t want to bring the beach in the car? Anyways, it resulted in the sand getting everywhere, and a certain sibling of mine getting terrible sand caused wounds–especially painful because after the strong sand ground through his skin, the salt in it burned. Maybe that’s not a good definition of strength. Okay. well, the reason i wanted to get strength is that alot of the time, i kindof…what’s the word…am a complete and total baby when it’s not necessary (when is that ever necessary?). Anyways, i feel lame saying this, but i need a reality check alot of the time. It’s like how every morning in zero hour i start spacing out, and mrs. mccarthy very kindly reminds me that classtime is awake time. I need a loud, reminder to buck up. That’s why this medicine makes sense to me.
2. Then i went journeying for courage, which happened to be with mr. hicks. I was really pleased when he offered me a box full of crayons, and as my favorite color right now is grey, that’s the crayon i chose. Unfortunately, that crayon happened to be very delicate, apparently, and is now snapped in half. Is that symbolic? I hope not…However, courage…i wasn’t actually necessarily sure that i needed courage, or that i was horribly lacking in it. I think too much courage can be bad, and that there has to be a healthy medium. So that you don’t just one day walk up to your boss, keep in mind you’re full of courage, and tell him or her precisely what you think of their new proposition on plan 9 or whatever it’s called (i can’t remember, since i just made it up. but you can insert something in there that makes sense if you are indeed facing such a frustrating problem). I think that courage was represented by the crayon because you have to have the courage to color outside of the lines. Maybe not on the walls of your parents bedroom, but at the very least, to have some say and some creativity in your life.
3. Next, as i had spent about an hour sitting down and figuring out as many as i could from the hints (and then making a map to optimize my time spent walking around the school), i made my way down the hall to the religion department, where i looked for compassion. and i looked. and i looked and i looked. quite honestly, it was a little embarrassing. I answered the trivia question with not a problem in sight, but then failed at actually locating the buddha head that the medicine was hidden under. Eventually, mr. king and mr. mensel (after giggling like school girls together) played the “hot-hotter–boiling hot!–cold–arctic…” game with me. I chose compassion as one of my medicines to quest for because I think there’s a lot to say for feeling someone else’s pain. I can be so, incredibly mean to people if i ignore the fact that they’re people, and that they’re going through tough things or even just things that feel tough to them. Compassion is a complete key to fairness–even more than fairness, it’s a complete key to just generally being a decent person in general to everyone i happen to meet.
4.5. After that, i tried to follow up a hunch of mine on joy, but the office was closed…in fact, it was closed fairly consistently for the entire week….
4and the other half. So i journeyed downstairs to find padre, who had discernment. To be completely honest, i had absolutely no idea what discernment really meant. I think padre took this into account as he talked to me first for about two seconds with kelsey martin, and then later for about twenty minutes on how discernment had taken a role in his life. It turns out that at both of those times padre didn’t have his medicines with him and i had to come back later. From what i pieced together between a dictionary.com definition and padre’s definition, discernment is really just being aware of what’s going on around you and how you affect the people around you, and know what’s the right decision to make…or
dis⋅cern⋅ment
-noun
1.the faculty of discerning; discrimination; acuteness of judgment and understanding.
2. the act or an instance of discerning.
although i like mine better.
Anyways, discernment was an important medicine to me because i want to be aware of others feelings. I don’t want to be that person who everyone will make excuses about them being ditzy, and being unaware of how they say unkind things without noticing it. So…yeah. And that’s discernment quest completed. By the way, padre never ended up giving me that medicine. I had to get it from mr. daly who just laughed to himself all the way to his office. He and i then discussed our favorite candy options from the glass jar (those strawberry things with the green tops. He figures padre keeps a secret store of them on his desk and plans on raiding it someday).
5. After discernment, i went to the campus ministry office, and to be completely honest, i don’t know the woman’s name. She’s incredibly sweet though, and i do say hello to her everyday. Names just aren’t my forte, i suppose. She gave me integrity in the form of a christmas tree light bulb, although i’m sure that’s not the actual name of those. Integrity to me is essentially being honest and upright. I’d like to say i make the greatest efforts to be a person worthy of the medicine integrity, but to be completely honest, i’m not thw model of this. and yes, i realize the irony in the way i phrased that. Anyways, i think i got this medicine for the same reason that i quested for strength–mostly as a reminder, to keep me working towards the right path, whatever that may be. word for the wise-lying screws you over. big time. unless you’re good at it….just kidding.
6. After i found discernment, i tried to talk to mrs. simonson, whom i originally thought was mrs. simonton *grudgingly thanks patrick.* Unfortunately, she was on the phone, so I battled my way past some extreme road blocks (i called them trials) in the form of socialite adults who grouped like cattle in the hall. Pushing my way through, i made it to the admissions office where i found heart. I suppose this makes sense in that the admissions office is where everyone has to go to figure out their destiny in regards to brebeuf, and you have to look to your heart to find your destiny. Terribly cliche, but i’m told cliches hold some amount of truth. I was incredibly thankful that this extremely kind woman had the foam hearts, as opposed to the woman at the front desk. My medicine compassion prevents me from immediately judging this woman, and strength tells me to look past the ways she’s wronged me…but i am thankful, none the less.
7. I think this is the last one i’m doing tonight, just because it’s eleven forty, and i’m starting to lose that second wind that i got after cleaning my room. So, after i discovered heart, i believe (this is where it gets a little mixed up) that i ventured into the territory of wisdom. I have to say, that the first hint did not get me there on this one, and i had to look on the second page. To be frank with you, i haven’t been to the library in a long time, partially because i find it is a very serious and controlled work environment, and i seem to work very well in chaos and confusion. Small talent from a large family, i suppose. Anyways, it made sense as soon as i saw the word book. The search for just general learning and not necessarily wisdom is something i love doing, particularly in a library. Although brebeuf’s library is not known to inspire me, i will be seen fairly often in the downtown library, which i should add, is simply glorious. My ideal library, though, is the one from beauty and the beast, with huge floor to ceiling bookshelves and wide windows. Anyways, wisdom was represented with quotes. I believe i chose excursion. Partially because i was taking the questing portion of this to heart and really did feel as though it was a splendid excursion from classes (although, i wasn’t skipping them. on my honor). I chose to find wisdom because i think it would be foolish to ever stop searching for it. Then you’re assuming that you can’t learn anything else, and that would be really distressing at the very least. In fact, it seems to me that all of these medicines require a life devoted to searching. Good thing i have that adventurous side, i suppose.
Small pause. Perhaps a day or so. I need sleep, otherwise i start talking strangely, and digress even more than is necessary (when is that ever necessary?).
Let’s all move to rome…picture trip!
Right now, I’m in my mom’s office at work, waiting to be taken to see the doctor. I read Horton hears a who three times (marvelous book, by the way) and then i remembered that she had a computer. Just a little background, since this post isn’t actually about my boredom. what would be more boring than reading about someone being bored? but i digress…
My oldest brother (older i guess, there’s only one older than me) is in Italy for the next six months. He goes to University of Alabama and for all the bad luck i have, he seems to have equal amounts of good luck. His name is Ben, and I really really really miss him, but anyways, he kept telling me to look at his facebook pictures and i finally did. They’re ridiculous. I just wanted to share some with you, because they’re gorgeous…except this one, it just kinda freaked me out. I know it’s a statue, but still…
Isn’t he cute?
Okay, here are my favorites. Rome is absurdly cool, I wish I didn’t have a fear of language barriers.
Saint Paul outside the walls
…inside…
…and outside…or as much of it as he could get without crossing the Tiber.
These used to be baths, apparently
This is the building that he’s living in that’s right near the Tiber
Some People having an orange battle.
An old man yelling at the top of his lungs at traffic. All the pictures were funny of this, but you can see him the best in this one.
Trevi, a block and a half from his school
A random castle next to a pyramid…no joke.
The courtyard at the angelicum where he’s studying. apparently there’s an orange and lemon grove out back where they eat lunch.
This is St. John Lateran
Aren’t those awesome? There were half a million other places he went, but he went to visit the spanish steps at night so the pictures are really hard to see and he hasn’t put them all up.
insanity.
I’m really having an issue finding an actual use for the presense of rube goldberg projects in our science curriculum. It takes no actual physics for laura and me to do ours. I mean, yes physics is at work, but it’s not forcing us to apply it really….all we’re applying at this point is trial and error, which i’m already an expert at.
At least there aren’t any mouse or rat traps involved in this. this just in, rat traps aren’t science, they’re just loud and painful for all those involved.
science fail.
also english blog fail, i keep forgetting about writing until sunday/monday night.
catching z’s
So epic lack of energy, despite my exorbitant amount of sleep.
Have you ever noticed how getting enough sleep makes the world seem so much more interesting? I stepped out of Bert’s car while we were shopping for groceries, and the air smelled so incredibly delicious and clean. Random, I know. I do that. It was just a cool moment for me, i like to think that i’m indestructible and that the normal sleep laws don’t apply to me, and i starve myself of it. kinda ridiculous, i know. i’m going to do it again tonight to try to get physics knocked out (see mr. ellis, we are trying. even me). and i think precalc too. why is homework such a time sucker? this is at least enjoyable homework. doing eighty thousand phsyics and precalc problems makes me want to cry…in a very respectable way.
…i’m tired.
homework isn’t that important, right? how exhausting is it to be an expert on eight subjects every day?
crisis averted.
whoa. forgot to post this week!
epic fail.
so…rundown of my weekend is what this comes to…
i. awesome amazing pilgrimage with justice walking.
ii. violin for EIGHT HOURS with only one ten minute break. on the upside, that concert was a massive success…now to start preparing for the two solos that i’m playing in the same month for different orchestras….
iii. talked to a friend i hadn’t seen in a hot minute, which is really cool as she is quite possibly one of the best friends i’ve ever had, have, and will have in the future.
iv. cousins came over, which i thought was going to blow, but then ended up being really cool…glad i gave them a chance instead of being kinda…yeah…and reading/”doing homework.”
v. i’m a tool for writing out my weekend in a numbered/ordered manner.
vi. i love the word tool.
vii. now i actually have to do my homework…why does precalc fail at existing in a pleasant way?
english homework—crisis averted.
