It's a Love/Hate Relationship

I love my blog. I love writing in it, I love telling people not to read it and then secretly hoping they show it to all their friends because I’m too awesome not to share. As a personal goal, I want to post every day, but we all know that would be excessive. And really, I don’t have that many topics to blabber on about, my writing gets boring and that’s even worse than my regular blog posts.

Today, I have thought of something I wanted to write about. The things I love, and the things I hate. My sister, who doesn’t read this blog would be rolling her eyes and thinking “she hates everything, it would be a never ending list, we’d all die before she got halfway through.”

She’s wrong. I don’t hate everything! I hate a lot of things, but not everything, that would just be silly. The things that I don’t hate, I LOVE! If you haven’t yet noticed, my emotions go from one extreme to the next. I hate or love, there really isn’t much in between that I’m impartial about. I go from happy to sad, angry to ecstatic in seconds. Here is where my friends from high school who also don’t read my blog would be thinking, “she could have summed that up in one word: bipolar.”

They’re wrong too! I am not bipolar, I just think quicker than everyone else. I think I explained that in my last post, which is why I was able to shoot from here to there, I just get angrier or happier than others quicker because my ginormous brain processes things faster than everyone else’s.

Anyway, I would like to start off with the things that I hate, so I can end with the things I love. That way I don’t seem like such a Debbie Downer when you’re done.

Things I Hate:

Green beans. I have never been a fan, they’re freaking gross! Tomatoes are the same, except I want to like those… I even used to make myself eat them… perhaps it was an acquired taste? I didn’t acquire it. Blech.

Coffee. Coffee flavored anything, how people can put that to their lips is beyond me.

People on FB. Or just FB in general. I hate all of the negative comments, I hate that people get the things I want and they post it all over my stupid newsfeed, and I hate that I can’t delete them or my own page because I’m too nosy, and like the rest of society, have become obsessed with it.

Boys who act like girls. Not gays, I love the gays. I’m talking about boys who let their emotions overrun their life… There’s only enough room in this relationship for an emotional freak and I claimed that long ago! I used to date this guy who would rest his head on my shoulder when we would watch movies. I’m not saying I don’t like the sentimental gesture, but there is a way to lean on your girlfriend and that’s not it! I’m 5’2” and a hundre.. uhhmm.. I’m 5’2”! You’re not! Do not blanket your body over me so you can droop your big head on my shoulder. That’s my job, your shoulder is at my head height when we’re sitting, I get to lean MY head on YOUR shoulder because it’s easy.

When grown people say “death” instead of “deaf”. Do you really not know the difference? Have you really gone through your entire life not knowing that there is a HUGE difference between a person being deaf and a person being death? I can understand as a child the two sounds are almost similar and the mouth movements aren’t too varied… but someone should have explained to you along the way that Death carries a scythe and ceases your ability to breathe. Deaf carries nothing so they can talk with their hands because they don’t have the ability to hear! Gosh… if you’re making this mistake, what other stupid things are you doing that we should probably just lock you up?

Puke. I HATE WHEN PEOPLE PUKE. I hate when they show it on tv, I hate when people puke in public, I HATE PUKE. It makes me want to puke and that’s even worse. All your breath gets taken out of your body… and then all of your food comes out the wrong end! I don’t know about you, but I like having my food inside my stomach until it’s READY to leave… until I’ve squeezed ever calorie from that snickers bar and it’s useless to me. Eh, gag, I’m thinking about it now… bluh.

Improper use of to, two, and too; there, their, and they’re; and your and you’re. Enough said.

People who think that gay people are “gross”. Seriously, grow up. No one wants to hear anything about your private life either… it’s not like it’s the cherry on top of my day… It’s disgusting… It’s more like green beans instead of frosting. You have ruined my cupcake by telling me about your sex life.

Men who say, “I don’t mind gay people unless they hit on me.” GET OVER YOURSELF! You don’t even have girls flirting with you! What makes you think that a man, who is probably very particular about the people he dates, is going to hit on YOU?! You are NOT that good looking to begin with, believe me… no gay man is going to hit on you. I promise.

 Hmm… Ok, I feel like that is more than enough of your time that you will never get back.

Things I Love:

Glitter

Weirdos.

Yesterday, I posted my Black Friday blog about shopping and my wonderful experience. On the Blogger.com homepage it shows you how many people view your blogs. This morning I got up to check my blog and do you know what I found? That nearly 50 people visited my blog.

Now, look here. You all think that is probably a pretty decent number. I'm upset. IT IS YOUR THANKSGIVING WEEKEND! Are you so terribly bored with your family that you need to change it up a bit with my blog? Now, I understand in your downtime you check FB or fool around on Pinterest. I get that, I do it too. But those things are FUN, they are interesting... hence the name pINTEREST.

But this, THIS is not interesting. This is a place for my freakish thoughts and spastic transition between them. This is a place where I can write down all the weird things I think without the worry that I will be judged for what and how I think. WHY will I not be judged for my thoughts? Because people aren't supposed to read this. I'm supposed to post my links with delusions of grandeur that someday Tina Fey or Ellen will find this blog and make me famous. THEY are supposed to read this, not YOU!

Now, I do know that there are some people who are going to read this because they have lifestyles comparable to mine. I won't use real names, as to save the people I'm about to embarrass.

First, is my dear, dear friend Kels Tree. She's safe because I only used half of her name, no one would ever figure that out. She is also a blogger, very forward, and likes to tell people how it is. I'm assuming that's why she blogs. I will also assume that is the reason she reads my blog. She's looking for new things to talk about... or things she probably shouldn't talk about... I would read my blog too if I were looking for things that could potentially lead to my solitude.

The next is Lori Burns. She's married now, so that's not her name, she's safe. There isn't much to say about her except that she's sweet and I have absolutely no idea WHY she would read this. Except maybe that she loves me :)

There is also Lin-see Um-sted. Phonetic spelling. She's safe. Lin-see and I know each other from ASL classes back in the day. Our personalities and sense of humor are creepily similar. As far as I know, she doesn't blog because she has a real life outside of the internet. That real life entails a husband, school, and a job. So, I know she's reading this to live vicariously through me because obviously I'm hot stuff.

Last, and not least. Is my mom. Since I didn't say her name at all, you don't know who she is. She's safe. I think she only reads this because she's a mom and is making sure I don't put anything bad on here. Love you mom!

The rest of you have no excuse!

Friday! Friday! Shopping on Black Friday!

I LOVE SHOPPING! As do so many of you... so... I guess this post is kaput.

But, really, I do love shopping. I love to buy things for myself and even more I like to buy for others. Which is kind of surprising because I'll be the first to admit that I'm selfish, but I've never been stingy. I think it stems from my need to be accepted by others. Once my parents stopped paying for my friends I needed to find a way to lure them in... giving them things was all I had left... Enough about my past! Back to the present! (Get it?!)

Shopping is great, I get to make lists that nobody judges me for, I can look through magazines, and best of all I get to spend hours upon hours just looking at THINGS! If any of you have ever looked at my Pinterest page you would agree that I obviously have no life because I'm too busy obsessing over all the things I want around me.

This Black Friday was the mother of all shopping days for me. For the first time in my gifting career I actually have a big kid job that pays me big kid money. This meant that not only was I able to look at all the things I wanted to have and wanted to give, but I was able to bring them home with me! (I would just like to include that this year I have a big kid phone that I was able to keep my entire shopping list on... terribly convenient.) So, not only are there a million things around me, I have money for them, AND they are on super sale!

Sometimes I feel inadequate as a woman on Black Friday because I see all of these posts from my friends on FB that they started at midnight or shopped all through the night, blah blah blah. I feel that I should be an adventurer as well and not sleep and run around crazy with 15 million people grabbing the things I want first because my short, stubby legs don't move as fast as theirs. But then I remember instead of leaving at 7:00 and missing the wonderful Thanksgiving dinner my family made; I ate like an animal, slept, and STILL got all of the things I wanted. 

And I didn't have to deal with grumpy employees that had to work on Thanksgiving day and miss their own family dinners. Not saying that they don't have a right to be upset, because if I had to work I'd take off all my make up, mess up my hair and slap every person that came within touching distance. Still, though, I was glad I didn't have to deal with them.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Does this girl ever stay on track with her thoughts, she went from loving things, to feeling like a man, to hating people. The answer is yes, of course I do. I just think faster than you and therefore I can put in all of these different ideas into a single post and transition from idea to idea with paragraphs like this one.

I started my morning by setting my alarm one minute before my little sisters alarm went off. Not purposely, but now that it's over I feel sneaky. I awoke, put on my armor and was out the door at 4:44 am (coincidentally the time I was born) with my sister, mom, and brother. Poor guy. Our first stop was HHGregg to get my new TV! YES! A big tv for a big girl.

Our next stop was Kohls, which I can't tell you what I bought there because I make that person read this blog. Amy and Mitchell each got something and again we were off! We went to Springfield and met up with our Grandma, Aunts and Cousins like we do every year. They were all armed with swards and shields, and by that I mean, lists and credit cards. We rehashed our entire conversation from the previous night about who had who in the Christmas drawing and what we wanted and finally, when to meet back up.

FINALLY! I was able to truly start my shopping extravaganza! What was I going to do?! I have serious problems if you haven't already noticed. My biggest on Friday was that I have a really hard time making decisions and that tends to affect my entire life. I was at the mall, with a million stores, where should I start? Who should I start with? How much money is acceptable to spend on each person? Am I allowed to buy things for myself considering my first purchase of the day was a tv that I can't even physically carry or is that TOO selfish? (How am I supposed to get that into my apartment on the 3rd floor?)

I didn't have the slightest clue what to do, so I stood around for a good 10 minutes turning in circles, staring at my phone and thinking about which stores sold what. Then I finally made a decision! YAY ME *cheers and applause* I walked with authority into Macy's and decided to start with my Aunt Lynn. She is stylish, cool, easy to shop for, and gave me a great list. I took a look at about 3 things and marched straight back out of that store and didn't return. I may have a job, but I really don't have that much money to shop there. So I went into a few more stores and looked at all the things, bought something for my boyfriend's sister and that was it. All I could think of was "I have $100 in gift cards to Target, what if they have this there? Why would I spend all of my real money when I have pretend money on this card that has nothing to do with my bank account?!"

It then dawned on me that maaaaybe I should go to Target, then I can return to the mall. It was the break I needed! I shopped like a fiend! It was amazing, liberating, wonderful, exciting, and most of all... productive! Except, I still didn't find anything for Aunt Lynn. I spent $98.50! Baller! I wish I could list off what I bought for everyone, but alas I can't because of the off chance that you thought it would be a good idea to waste your time on part of my life.

When I got back to the mall, I got a couple more things, and had everybody finished with the exception of two people that I needed to order things from the internet. And my Aunt Lynn. I still had not bought her a thing. What's wrong with me? It was the decision-maker block I was having earlier. I saw things I could get from her at every store, but I didn't know if it was right, or if she'd like it, and I couldn't bring myself to buy her something that wasn't perfect! Dangit...

Well, eventually the day was over, my car was full, I mean literally full, and I left the mall. All-in-all it was a great day, I got shoes, shoes, and more shoes, and I will successfully have friends for one more year.

Did you make it this far? Through all 13 paragraphs? Did you realize at the beginning of this blog I was actually writing a book? I think Tina Fey would be proud.

Ha! Sorry!

Day 2... Am I actually this successful?

As I'm sitting here eating my tuna and wheat crackers I check my blog to see how popular I am... I had 42 page views! I know at least 30 of them are my own views, that means there are at least 12 useless people out there that had nothing better to do with their time but click on the link I posted to my Fb.

What I would like to know is, "WHAT is wrong with you people?" This blog is not for you! You have much better things to do with your life. Have you realized I have nothing of importance to say? I mean, come on! I started this one with "tuna and wheat crackers"! Now, stop reading and go back to your lives.

Well, obviously you're still here. I don't really have anything to say except that I'm proud of myself for even getting on here two days in a row. I've tried diets that don't even last two hours! Apparently, they weren't life changers.

Since you're not leaving, I will.

Until next time, America.

I think it's about time that I start documenting my life online. Sounds like the cool thing to do at 24 when you live by yourself as a first year teacher. Let's be honest, though. The only reason I'm actually starting a blog is because someday I hope to become famous for my wit and child-like (and by that I mean the body of a 12 year old boy who 'hasn't lost his baby fat yet') body that I proudly post on the world wide web.

I've tried blogging before. I also tried old fashioned writing in a notebook, new fashioned writing in Word Documents. If you know anything about me, you know I like to begin many things that I will never actually follow through with. Most of them are crafty and the like, sometimes it's a workout/diet plan... those always seem to be dropped the quickest.

ANYWAY, enough about all that junk. More on the importants. Me. Yes, I know 'importants' is not a real word, I happen to like it anyway. Most of you will know all of the things I'm about to post, so I encourage you to stop reading now and wait until I post something meaningful. It would be in your best interest to just go to my Facebook page, I write so much less on there, but generally it's all the same idea. If you do NOT know me, what on earth are you doing here? How did you find me and what do you want? I already found my Faith, I donate to the charities when I check out at the stores, and I won't buy your new up-and-coming product... I'll listen to everything you have to say because I'm afraid to be rude, but I assure you, I will never give you money.

What would I like the world to know about me? I'm awesome, but I'm sure you can already tell that through my Facebook posts and lack of Twitter updates. Alright, well. Some of you may or may not know that I finally graduated college 6 months ago. I say finally because though I may seem a young 24 year old super star, it took me 6 consecutive years to graduate college. To get my BA. In my defense, I did transfer (after 3 full years at one college) to a completely different program (every credit transferred), and graduated Summa Cum Laude from a program that I love (too bad I disliked the University all three years). I'm an idiot.

However, I was fortunate enough to have not one, but TWO job offers...

Let me just interrupt myself here. My family is visiting as I'm writing this and I mention the sole reason I started a Twitter account was to stalk people. My dad  gave me his famous you-are-a-little-on-the-strange-side look and said "How much stuff can you watch outside of window peeping? I'll just stick to that."

Back to my job offers. I was probably one of the 10 education majors in the country to get a job after graduation. I had one AWESOME offer at an actual Deaf School in West Virginia, where I would be starting an ASL program and completely re-vamp the Communication Standard at the school. I was about to be the new Thomas Gallaudet. If you know nothing about ASL or Deaf Culture that means nothing to you. The pay was decent, especially for the cost of living in WV. The second offer was still good, but in a bum part of Columbus. I still got the opportunity to start the program from scratch, which is super cool, I was offered a butt load of money, and only 2 hours away from the people I love.

Surprisingly, it was a really hard choice for me. I felt that I owed the Deaf something, and how freaking cool to completely change a school's communication system. But, I am a homebody, I'm afraid of change, and I don't like to be alone. So it was almost a no brainer to stay here in Ohio. I've never actually regretted taking the job here, although there are often times I KNOW it would have been easier and more satisfying to have the other job. I think that's a whole new story in itself.

So, now, I live here in Columbus by myself. I rarely get lonely because I'm so busy during the week and I have yet to stay a weekend here alone since I've started school 3 months ago.

The only other thing I could ask for is a cat. I just want a cute, little, cuddly fur ball!

That is all.

For now.