I hope none of you have fallen into depression because of my absence. I have not only missed blogging but I've also missed reading all my favorite bloggers. Just so you know, I haven't "quit" Xanga. I like to think I've taken an unofficial hiatus. Since I lost my job over a month ago, I also had lost my main source of internet (and a lot of my blogging fodder). Shortly after my job loss I gained internet at home but lost any ideas of the blogging persuasion.

So, what have I been up to? Not a whole lot. After not looking for a job the first couple weeks and sitting around doing practically nothing (read: playing guitar hero all day), me and my boyfriend got offered a contract job for a long weekend for my uncles company. What was I doing? Picking up trash. Yup, the oh so glamorous job of throwing big bags of bar-b-q scraps and beer into a trailer and then into big dumpsters. It paid $10 an hour and I could use the money so I said yes. It ended up being a lot worse (but not too bad) than I had imagined. In 4 days, I managed to rack up 46 hours, a blister the size of Pluto on my pinky toe, a tan that rivals most farmers in the country, and a new appreciation for not littering...ever. Not only did we have to dispose of the trash bags, but we also had to walk around and pick up trash off the ground. It was pretty torturous but evidently we did something right because there's another special even coming up in a couple weeks that we'll be working and this time we're going to be supervisors! Ballin. Unfortunately, it pays the same, but fortunately we'll probably doing less grueling work.

Other than that, I've been sending out resumes and doing next to nothing all day. It gets pretty boring so I'm hoping I find something of the job persuasion soon. Or, that I get more blogging ideas and can spend some time on here catching up on the weeks of blogging that I've missed.

Got a blog you want me to read? Do me a favor and leave me a link below.

They say that High School is a magical time and that it will be the best 4 years of your life. And by they, I mean that's what I always hear in the movies/on TV. I don't think anyone ever told me that, but it's possible they did and I just shrugged it off. For me, High School wasn't that great of an experience. It was probably my fault that this was not the case for me; there were probably a few things I could have done differently. I don't like to make a habit of regretting things I've done or have not done, but for blogging sake, here some things I would have done different if I was given the chance to do High School all over again (but who really wants to do that?). I've been out of High School longer than I was in it (scary!) and don't really care to go back. But if I could...


Dated More- As much as I hated going through the whole break up mumbo jumbo, I didn't really get to enjoy the dating scene. I had maybe a handful of "boyfriends" but really, I only really count one of them as it lasted longer than a month. Even when I was "with someone", we didn't really go on dates. Being in a relationship in High School consisted of holding hands in the halls and avoiding teachers' gaze when we hugged/kissed goodbye between classes (NO PDA!). And after school... we may have hung out at our respective places of residence; that's about it.

Practiced Clarinet More- Yes, I was a band nerd (and proud of it). I played Clarinet from 6th grade to 12th grade and was mediocre at it. I enjoyed playing, I suppose, but I could have been better than I was. I think I was in the middle band, as in not the best but not the worst. I was always jealous of the top band, wanting to be with them so bad because I thought it would make me a "cool" band nerd. Shrug, maybe if I had practiced more.

Made More Friends- Being that I was in Band (and Color Guard), I pretty much only had friends that were in the organization too. Because we were around each other all the time, it only made sense. Of course, I had a few other friends outside of band/cg because they were in my other classes but I could have made more friends. I was kind of shy in High School (shocking, I know), so that's one thing that hindered me from branching out.

Tried Harder in Color Guard- I really enjoyed being in Color Guard, it was lots of fun and [most] of the people were good people. I guess I was in the same position in CG that I was in band; not the best, but not the worst. Our band did pretty well at competitions and stuff but I think it was always the CG that was lacking. I will admit, I didn't try my hardest to "perform" to the standards they required (read: smiling like a fat kid that just got a big cake set in front of him, the whole time, and projecting to the judges). But I had fun and did what I had to do to get by. I guess I could have just tried harder.

Made Better Grades- I always felt like an idiot because I was never in the "AP" classes. I wasn't dumb, by any means, but I wasn't the smartest. I think I graduated in the top 30ish precent of my class (700 something students), so I wasn't an idiot. But I didn't really try hard to exceed expectations. I kind of just went to class, did what I needed to do to pass, and went home. I probably made mostly B's and some C's, possible a D or two (in Pre-cal, yuck!). I didn't need to take pre-cal, they just suggested it to get ready for college; I dropped it the second semester of my senior year. Hey, I didn't want it to eff up my GPA!

All in all, it seems as if there wasn't anything I completely avoided, but rather stuff I could have improved upon. I don't think any of these things would have made it "the best 4 years of my life", but perhaps it would have made it slightly more enjoyable. Not to say I didn't enjoy it all, I wasn't contemplating suicide or anything, but it could have definitely been better. Don't even get me started on college.

It's hard to believe it's been a whole year already but it's been a good one. Tomorrow marks the day I first posted the entry that got me featured for the first time. It wasn't featured until the week after but it was September 4th that I first hit that lovely "submit" button. Since then it's been a roller coaster of good posts and bad not so good posts but no matter what, I've kept on truckin' along. So, without further ado, for old time sake because I can't think of anything new to write, I present to you my first featurement. I hope you enjoy.

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When you hear the word Nursery Rhyme you tend to think happy thoughts. Perhaps even tilt your head slightly to the right, gaze into space, remembering the first time you heard it as a child. Or maybe that’s just me channeling the JD (of Scrubs) in me. I overheard a couple of coworkers discussing a few different nursery rhymes the other day and it jump started the hamsters in my brain, causing them to get off their fat, pizza filled butts and start runnin’ on those wheels. 

 

Have you ever really thought about the words of certain nursery rhymes? I mean really thought about them, broke them down, and dissected them? Chances are you probably haven’t, because if you had you would realize how strange and sometimes evil they are. I realize that they actually have theories out there for what they were written about, but here is my interpretation of them. In no particular order...

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Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown, 

And Jill came tumbling after.

 

If Jack had broken his crown, wouldn’t you think he would need to go to the hospital? And if I were Jill I would have been more careful after seeing her brother fall so as not to repeat his mistakes. Obviously, women aren’t smarter than men in this case, sorry Nick.

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Jack Be Nimble

Jack be nimble,

Jack be quick,

Jack jump over the candlestick.

Jack jumped high,

Jack jumped low,

Jack jumped over and burned his toe.

 

This is not sending out a good message to children. “Hey kids, want to see if you’re nimble and quick? Just try jumping over some fire!” Obviously Jack was not at his peak performance, further showing his ineptness to be a good example to children. He burned his toe? Toe is obviously a metaphor for junk. Keep your twig and berries tucked in, boys!