Monday, July 25, 2011
I bet Jesus never had to deal with this
There are a lot of bad things in the world, but for some reason, one of the things that bothers me the most is being treated like I'm subservient. Yea, I like to accommodate and I don't mind inconveniencing myself to makes someone else happy, but the moment someone starts taking advantage of that, I'm about through being nice. I'd love to give you a ride somewhere. Need some sugar? If I have it you can totally use it. I bet you'd love for me to help you wash your dishes. And I'm all too happy to do it for you, but the second you start bossing me around like I'm here only to serve you, you're gonna be wishing you had asked me to have the hospital number on speed dial for you. I'm so tired of people taking advantage of me and I'm about through with being nice. Because now people except me to do things for them all the freaken time and I never have time to get my own stuff done. Society blows.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
When I Was Young
I used to watch my mother cook dinner and on the nights she made soup or something like it, I would ask if I could stir. While I was stirring I would pretend that I was a witch brewing up some sort of potion.
On sundays after church I would go outside and sit letting the wind lift my hair and I would pretend that I was a princess. I would even sing sometimes.
When I was in the house alone, I'd sing a duet- my partner was invisible, but I always saw him and I heard him crystal clear.
Katelyn and I would swing and we would close our eyes and enter a totally different world. We rode horses and fought witches and rescued a princess. It was always the same princess. I just realized how annoying that it.
When we had dinner guests coming over and my mother asked me to light candles, I would imagine the candles crying out in pain. The worst part is that I liked it.
Danielle and I would sometimes play in the back yard and on the days the were nice we would jump on the trampoline with the sprinklers going and we would pretend that we were abused ponies living in the sky, but everytime we were injured, it only made us jump higher and fly faster (we were ponies that could fly) and kick harder.
I was never very sure how to play with dolls so I just put music on and made them dance like they were in the music video.
I was convinced that cars could drive themselves. Until the day my dad proved other wise... we nearly went off the road.
I dont remember ever believing in Santa Clause.
My sister and I and some of the neighborhood kids would pretend like we were homeless when it was raining outside.
My dad would take us to Golden Corale and make us eat some sort of vegtable before anything else. I always got brocolli and cheese.
I was really upset the day we moved and it took me a long time before I liked the new house.
I never liked my drinks with ice.
I had a lot of dreams about clocks and snakes.
I have no memory of this, but apparently I stabbed my sister with a pencil once.
When I would walk to my piano lessons, I always looked over my should because I was sure someone was following me.
I would sit in the hamic swing and sing about three people who didn't exsist.
I used to corolate numbers with colors. 5 was red 4 was blue and when you add them they make 9 which was purple.
I was convinced that cats couldn't breathe unless they could move their tail.
On sundays after church I would go outside and sit letting the wind lift my hair and I would pretend that I was a princess. I would even sing sometimes.
When I was in the house alone, I'd sing a duet- my partner was invisible, but I always saw him and I heard him crystal clear.
Katelyn and I would swing and we would close our eyes and enter a totally different world. We rode horses and fought witches and rescued a princess. It was always the same princess. I just realized how annoying that it.
When we had dinner guests coming over and my mother asked me to light candles, I would imagine the candles crying out in pain. The worst part is that I liked it.
Danielle and I would sometimes play in the back yard and on the days the were nice we would jump on the trampoline with the sprinklers going and we would pretend that we were abused ponies living in the sky, but everytime we were injured, it only made us jump higher and fly faster (we were ponies that could fly) and kick harder.
I was never very sure how to play with dolls so I just put music on and made them dance like they were in the music video.
I was convinced that cars could drive themselves. Until the day my dad proved other wise... we nearly went off the road.
I dont remember ever believing in Santa Clause.
My sister and I and some of the neighborhood kids would pretend like we were homeless when it was raining outside.
My dad would take us to Golden Corale and make us eat some sort of vegtable before anything else. I always got brocolli and cheese.
I was really upset the day we moved and it took me a long time before I liked the new house.
I never liked my drinks with ice.
I had a lot of dreams about clocks and snakes.
I have no memory of this, but apparently I stabbed my sister with a pencil once.
When I would walk to my piano lessons, I always looked over my should because I was sure someone was following me.
I would sit in the hamic swing and sing about three people who didn't exsist.
I used to corolate numbers with colors. 5 was red 4 was blue and when you add them they make 9 which was purple.
I was convinced that cats couldn't breathe unless they could move their tail.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Many Sides of Ramen
I'm trying to make a list of all the different ways to eat Ramen
1. The normal way where you cook it in water then add the broth
2. Dry, pouring the dry broth over it and eating it like chips
3. Crunching up the noodles and putting it on a salad
4. Making the noodles, draining the water and adding chicken and possibly a pasta sauce
5. Making the noodles, mixing them with eggs and baking it as a crust for a lasagna pie
6. Separating the layers of noodles and placing an egg on top. Over Easy? i think thats what it's called
7. Cooking it like normal and adding cream of chicken (my favorite way)
8. Melting cheese over the top of the uncooked noodles (really unhealthy, but its like asian nachos)
9. Making the noodles and mixing them into a pan that is sauteing (don't know how to spell it) vegtables and pouring the broth powder into it
10. Making the ramen like normal and adding beef and vegtables to make it a bit more hearty
1. The normal way where you cook it in water then add the broth
2. Dry, pouring the dry broth over it and eating it like chips
3. Crunching up the noodles and putting it on a salad
4. Making the noodles, draining the water and adding chicken and possibly a pasta sauce
5. Making the noodles, mixing them with eggs and baking it as a crust for a lasagna pie
6. Separating the layers of noodles and placing an egg on top. Over Easy? i think thats what it's called
7. Cooking it like normal and adding cream of chicken (my favorite way)
8. Melting cheese over the top of the uncooked noodles (really unhealthy, but its like asian nachos)
9. Making the noodles and mixing them into a pan that is sauteing (don't know how to spell it) vegtables and pouring the broth powder into it
10. Making the ramen like normal and adding beef and vegtables to make it a bit more hearty
Saturday, July 16, 2011
3 Dollars can go far
I'm collecting a list of things you can buy with three dollars (no tax included with some of these)
1. three Gatorades from 7-11
2. a tie from the DI
3. a pillow from the DI
4. three churos from Del Taco
5. six boxes of genaric mac n' cheese from Wal Mart
6. fifteen packets of Ramen from Smiths
7. six green burritos from Del Taco
8. twelve gum balls from a gum ball machine
9. six pecks from a kissing booth
10. three glasses of lemonade from a lemonade stand
11. two packets of gum from 7-11
12. three movies rented from Redbox for one night
13. a really cheap box of hair dye
14. three tubes of Wet N' Wild lipstick
15. a test at the UVU testing center (yea they charge $3 a test... dumb)
16. a chocolate covered frozen banana
17. a million drinks from Taco Bell (I get them for free hahaha)
18. less than a gallon of gasoline
19. a pre-wrapped brownie from 7-11
20. a gallon of milk
I will add more later
1. three Gatorades from 7-11
2. a tie from the DI
3. a pillow from the DI
4. three churos from Del Taco
5. six boxes of genaric mac n' cheese from Wal Mart
6. fifteen packets of Ramen from Smiths
7. six green burritos from Del Taco
8. twelve gum balls from a gum ball machine
9. six pecks from a kissing booth
10. three glasses of lemonade from a lemonade stand
11. two packets of gum from 7-11
12. three movies rented from Redbox for one night
13. a really cheap box of hair dye
14. three tubes of Wet N' Wild lipstick
15. a test at the UVU testing center (yea they charge $3 a test... dumb)
16. a chocolate covered frozen banana
17. a million drinks from Taco Bell (I get them for free hahaha)
18. less than a gallon of gasoline
19. a pre-wrapped brownie from 7-11
20. a gallon of milk
I will add more later
Sometimes we act like birds
The weather today is perfect; sunny, warm, a slight breeze. I decided to ride my bike. So I was just cruising along, humming to myself when all of a sudden, a bird tumbles out in front of me. My heart stopped, my wheels screached, and my eyes bulged as I barely grazed the little guy. I could hear his tweet of terror and I turned around instantly to see if he was okay. I noticed that he had broken his wing and I prayed that it wasn't my fault. I replayed the incident in my head and assured myself that it wasn't... not after remembering how he rolled out in front of me. I couldnt do much to help him. I would have taken him in with me if I had a way to carry him home and if I had a place to store him once he was inside. I left the poor little guy in the grass. "Why on Earth would you hop in front of me like that?" I scolded him. It's just like a bird to throw itself into danger.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
What Matters?
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What matters? In the end, when all is said and done, what matters? What matters?
Is it the clothes you wear? The people you meet? The places you go? The things you know? The people you hurt? The people you help? The jobs you have? The family you come from? The time it takes for you to download a song? The things you make? The memories? WHAT MATTERS?!
Because I'm lost over here.... I used to think that love mattered above all, but even I am questioning that. Does love conquer all? Is love what keeps people together? Or is it convenience and common interests? ugh this whole figuring life out stuff is hard work. I don't know what matters.
I guess different things matter to different people... in that case... what matters to me? Money? That seems to be a big thing in society these days.
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What matters?
What matters? In the end, when all is said and done, what matters? What matters?
Is it the clothes you wear? The people you meet? The places you go? The things you know? The people you hurt? The people you help? The jobs you have? The family you come from? The time it takes for you to download a song? The things you make? The memories? WHAT MATTERS?!
Because I'm lost over here.... I used to think that love mattered above all, but even I am questioning that. Does love conquer all? Is love what keeps people together? Or is it convenience and common interests? ugh this whole figuring life out stuff is hard work. I don't know what matters.
I guess different things matter to different people... in that case... what matters to me? Money? That seems to be a big thing in society these days.
Jobs...
So I have an interview today. I am being considered for a management position and I'm really excited. Andrew and I were talking and he said that I was lucky because he knows people who have spent years in the service jobs and still havent made it to management. "You'r lucky", he said. "You say lucky, I say skilled." was my responce. But it's kind of true. With all the persistence I've put into this job, I could have gotten any job... I could have been a CEO.... of a lemonade stand, but still I get my own corner under the table. If I put this much effort into everything could you image how far I could go? Interesting to think about.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Rothko
This is based off of a piece from Rothko. It was an assignment for my Hummanities 1010 class. Not too bad for someone who doesnt paint.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
WORDS!!!!!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Ally McBeal
I'm not sure how familiar you are with Ally McBeal, but if you are, here is my self analysis based on that show. There are times when I'm like Ally: a little crazy, enjoying my misery, hallucinations, self esteme issues, and the fear that I will forever be alone. And the rest of the time I'm Renne: confident, sexy, cool, smooth, and strong. Is it possible to be two completely different people and still be balanced?
Life is like a fast food restaurant
Tonight I realized that life is like a fast food restaurant. Andrew was closing at Taco Bell and since it was so late, I figured that I'd be nice and pick him up so he didnt have to walk home. Plus I really wanted a pink lemonade. That's the cool thing about dating a guy who works at a fast food restaurant; get all the crew members and managers to like you, and you get free drinks and sometimes yummy cinnatwists. Anyway, I got there a bit early so I waited and Andrews manager was nice enough to let me sit in the back so I didnt have to sit in the lobby all by myself all awkward... anyway I felt really cool becuase I've always wondered about the "behind-the-scenes" aspect of the fast food business. I was sitting in the managers chair as he and Andrew cleaned up and put the extra food back in the freezer and such. As I was sitting there, biting my cuticles, I started thinking that life is like a fast food restaurant. During the day you interact with a whole slew of people and you get your work done and then when you fall asleep; or close your doors and shut off the lights-- the little crew memebers in your brain clean up the messes you made and so when you returned the next morning, everything is just how it was the morning before: clean, tidy, organized, and fresh. I'm going to bed, I just finished my pink lemonade
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Making S'mores
Sometimes I get my best ideas when I can't sleep. For example, last night I came up with a story idea. I haven't thought up a plot in a while so I was excited. Unfortunately, I went to sleep before I wrote it down and now I completely forgot what it was. Isn't just how life is? When we finally catch a break, we do something to ruin it and then there goes our chance. Life is always throwing that at me. Sort of like when you stick a marshmallow in the fire and you turn your head for a breif second and when you look back at it, it's only because everyone is shouting at you because its on fire. And by the time you finally get the flames extinguished, it's too late and you have to let it fall to the fire. Imagine doing that with every marshmallow that gets handed to you. How incredibly frustrating. That's why I sort of refuse to make hypothetical s'mores. First off, they are loaded with sugar and carbs, and second, because making something like a sandwich is much less threatening... unless of course you have a dog sitting near by in which case it would only be a matter of time before you look away and the dog snatches it from your hand.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Provo Pedestrian
Dear pedestrian,
As silly as this may make me seem, I'm assuming that you are human. I mean all the clues are there. You are a bipedal, are carrying a backpack, are wearing clothes, and iyou have two eyes, two ears, a mouth, and a nose. Then again so does a chimp. But, lets say for arguments sake that you are, without a doubt, human. Why then, good sir, did you dart in front of my car as I was going down a hill at 45 miles per hour??? There were no cars in front of me, and it would be a while for more cars to come behind me, so I'm trying to understand what in the world you were thinking. Suicidal? Maybe. I wouldn't blame you for it with that awful haircut. Blind? Doubtful seeing as you looked both ways before you decided that going in front of my car was the best choice. Adrenaline junkie? Possible. Although I'd expect something much more than running out in front of a car in which case I'm very disapointed in you. Psychotic? Likely.
Take care of yourself,
Sammie
As silly as this may make me seem, I'm assuming that you are human. I mean all the clues are there. You are a bipedal, are carrying a backpack, are wearing clothes, and iyou have two eyes, two ears, a mouth, and a nose. Then again so does a chimp. But, lets say for arguments sake that you are, without a doubt, human. Why then, good sir, did you dart in front of my car as I was going down a hill at 45 miles per hour??? There were no cars in front of me, and it would be a while for more cars to come behind me, so I'm trying to understand what in the world you were thinking. Suicidal? Maybe. I wouldn't blame you for it with that awful haircut. Blind? Doubtful seeing as you looked both ways before you decided that going in front of my car was the best choice. Adrenaline junkie? Possible. Although I'd expect something much more than running out in front of a car in which case I'm very disapointed in you. Psychotic? Likely.
Take care of yourself,
Sammie
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