My mother has a thing about swearing, as most mothers do. However, instead of just ignoring it, as I feel most mothers do, she docks money every time she catches you swearing. (Words such as damn, ass and hell are ok, although they do warrant an eye-twitch and pursing of the lips)
Normally, I do not mind this rule as I do not swear often, and if I do, it's either under my breath or when I am alone and have tripped over something, as I often do. Those who know me personally know this: I often say darn or shoot (like a seven year old) rather than ... well ... you know what.
In fact, one time I casually swore in front of my friend, TJ, and he was utterly appalled, I believe his exact words were, "Oh my god, you swear?! I didn't know you swore!", followed by his jaw dropping beyond the floor.
I personally think that swearing, especially the more serious words, like the f-bomb, make you sound stupid. Come'on. Really? You can't think of any other words to describe your feelings/the situation/whatever than the f-bomb? Granted, even I use it once and awhile, so it's understandable but I am talking about people who feel the need to drop the f-bomb every 20 seconds, just for the sake of saying it: It is so not necessary!
(It should be noted that I am talking about using swear words aloud/in conversation; I have no problem writing swear words because it either 1) is necessary for the character/piece that you are writing or 2) (in the case of one of my previous posts) it brings attention to a certain point that I want to make).
In my opinion, I am the person who suffers the least from my mother's imposition/punishment. Being the sadistic sister I am, I often take pleasure in when my brother and sister swear and mock them/laugh at them (I know, I am SO nice!).
Last Friday, however, was a different story. Do you ever have those days where it is such a bad day that devil inside you materializes and takes over? Where, even though you know what you are doing or saying is unreasonable, you just can't stop it and you keep going, and going, and going? I had one of those days.
Looking back, I think that if anyone outside of my family saw me that morning, whooo-eee, they would be ... speechless. Really. I was awful.
How awful? I broke my record of losing, at most, $2.00 a week because of swearing. I lost .. wait for it .. $8.50 in ONE DAY! (And that's just what my mother heard)
*embarrassed face*
That was a bad day ... I don't know what the point of this post was ... I guess it was kind of a rant/message that appearances can be deceiving (even the classic "good" girl has her bad days). Keep in mind I'm writing this at 12:00 am, and I only got five hours of sleep last night.
Sheesh! You can't expect everything I say to be coherent .. or even have a point at all!
;)
2010/02/21
Misc.
Hey whoever reads this ... I really have no idea who that actually is. Now that I think about it, I don't really care if anyone reads this or not because I started this blog with only two purposes in mind.
The first would be kind of an online journal/memory thing that I will hopefully look back on for some laughs when I'm older. I love reading stuff from when I am younger (like my failed attempt at keeping a diary - I will have to post about that sometime because my one and only diary from when I was five-seven years old .. is simply hilarious).
The second would be to kind of get my feelings out (as would be the point of the post below). Time and time again I have been accused of bottling up my feelings and letting them build up slowly until I a) erupt violently or b) develop gray hair. (I'm just kidding about the latter ... sort of ... although some days I wonder).
It is currently 11:14 pm on a Sunday night and I am having the hardest time falling asleep. Which, come to think of it, is odd because ... 6 months ago I was out like a light at nine and if I didn't get at least 9 hours of sleep I simply couldn't function the next day. Now, heck, I'm lucky to get 5 hours of sleep and I'm am uber grumpy and tired all the time - but I still can't fall to sleep earlier.
I don't think that there is really a point to this post other than the fact that I am thinking about adding some more diversity to the blog. Really, I'm not asking for your opinion since I have already made up my mind .. but I'm just letting you know. I actually think that you will find it hilarious (like all my other posts ;)) since everyone that I tell in person seems to think so.
I currently have my Childhood Recollections as well as my pointless rambles as well as just a few updates regarding my life (as well as some things that I just have to get off my chest). I will, in the future, also be blogging about my dreams.
I have ... dreams all the time and I am lucky, or unlucky - depending on which way you look at it, to remember more than most would. And these dreams, the majority of the time just CRAZY ASS WEIRD. Seriously, as a writer, my dreams inspire me all the time and are the inspiration for some of the stories that I write (other inspirations would be my long tangents of thoughts, as well as my family). You will know what I mean by CRAZY ASS WEIRD soon .. because I will begin to enlighten you on the crazy ass weirdness of them all.
So keep an eye out for those kind of posts.
The first would be kind of an online journal/memory thing that I will hopefully look back on for some laughs when I'm older. I love reading stuff from when I am younger (like my failed attempt at keeping a diary - I will have to post about that sometime because my one and only diary from when I was five-seven years old .. is simply hilarious).
The second would be to kind of get my feelings out (as would be the point of the post below). Time and time again I have been accused of bottling up my feelings and letting them build up slowly until I a) erupt violently or b) develop gray hair. (I'm just kidding about the latter ... sort of ... although some days I wonder).
It is currently 11:14 pm on a Sunday night and I am having the hardest time falling asleep. Which, come to think of it, is odd because ... 6 months ago I was out like a light at nine and if I didn't get at least 9 hours of sleep I simply couldn't function the next day. Now, heck, I'm lucky to get 5 hours of sleep and I'm am uber grumpy and tired all the time - but I still can't fall to sleep earlier.
I don't think that there is really a point to this post other than the fact that I am thinking about adding some more diversity to the blog. Really, I'm not asking for your opinion since I have already made up my mind .. but I'm just letting you know. I actually think that you will find it hilarious (like all my other posts ;)) since everyone that I tell in person seems to think so.
I currently have my Childhood Recollections as well as my pointless rambles as well as just a few updates regarding my life (as well as some things that I just have to get off my chest). I will, in the future, also be blogging about my dreams.
I have ... dreams all the time and I am lucky, or unlucky - depending on which way you look at it, to remember more than most would. And these dreams, the majority of the time just CRAZY ASS WEIRD. Seriously, as a writer, my dreams inspire me all the time and are the inspiration for some of the stories that I write (other inspirations would be my long tangents of thoughts, as well as my family). You will know what I mean by CRAZY ASS WEIRD soon .. because I will begin to enlighten you on the crazy ass weirdness of them all.
So keep an eye out for those kind of posts.
2010/02/19
In case YOU read this ...
When I look at you, I feel nothing. And do you know what? I don't even feel bad for feeling nothing, even though my I tell myself I should.
You were my "best" "friend" for ... years. I don't even remember the last thing I verbally said to you. Almost everyday we talked for hours, in person, on msn, yet I don't remember the last words I spoke, the last joke we had. And it's been months. Months.
Months.
You never even knew me. You didn't know what life was like for me, or the things that I had to go through, or how some people, people that I trusted, have put me through hell and back because I'm not necessarily the same. You never understood why I never opened up, and you never tried to. And the part that really gets me, you never really cared. You were so fucking self absorbed. As long as you were happy, I didn't matter. When your life was shattered in a million pieces on the floor, I was expected to clean up the mess.
I was always second, usually third, best, always cast off to the wayside. I stopped being your friend because, unlike you, I have respect for myself, and enough was enough. You can blame me, and shoot daggers at me in the hallways, and spread fucking lies about me, and tell yourself that it was me: I blew up for no reason. The truth is, I saw it coming miles away, in slow motion: it was a long time coming, and you were just to self-involved to see it.
How sad is it that instead of consoling myself about a friendship lost and blah blah blah, I felt relieved, and dare I say, glad.
I honestly don't care, I wrote this in case YOU read this, get over it - I have. Stop. Just stop. And you know what I want you to stop.
Just stop.
And, do yourself a favor, buy a dictionary.
You were my "best" "friend" for ... years. I don't even remember the last thing I verbally said to you. Almost everyday we talked for hours, in person, on msn, yet I don't remember the last words I spoke, the last joke we had. And it's been months. Months.
Months.
You never even knew me. You didn't know what life was like for me, or the things that I had to go through, or how some people, people that I trusted, have put me through hell and back because I'm not necessarily the same. You never understood why I never opened up, and you never tried to. And the part that really gets me, you never really cared. You were so fucking self absorbed. As long as you were happy, I didn't matter. When your life was shattered in a million pieces on the floor, I was expected to clean up the mess.
I was always second, usually third, best, always cast off to the wayside. I stopped being your friend because, unlike you, I have respect for myself, and enough was enough. You can blame me, and shoot daggers at me in the hallways, and spread fucking lies about me, and tell yourself that it was me: I blew up for no reason. The truth is, I saw it coming miles away, in slow motion: it was a long time coming, and you were just to self-involved to see it.
How sad is it that instead of consoling myself about a friendship lost and blah blah blah, I felt relieved, and dare I say, glad.
I honestly don't care, I wrote this in case YOU read this, get over it - I have. Stop. Just stop. And you know what I want you to stop.
Just stop.
And, do yourself a favor, buy a dictionary.
2010/02/08
VICTORY IS MINE
I GOT ACCEPTED TO MOUNT ALLISON!!
THIS WAS THE ONLY UNIVERSITY THAT I HADN'T HEARD BACK FROM SO I WAS GETTING NERVOUS HAHA!
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!
I'M REALLY EXCITED - IT IS MY FIRST CHOICE!
THIS WAS THE ONLY UNIVERSITY THAT I HADN'T HEARD BACK FROM SO I WAS GETTING NERVOUS HAHA!
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!
I'M REALLY EXCITED - IT IS MY FIRST CHOICE!
2010/02/07
Erghh
I know ... I haven't posted a funny story in awhile. Who knew school would be so busy? Not me.
I'm currently juggling not only copious amounts of homework, but also university shiz and scholarship stuff.
I mean, ON THE FIRST WEEKEND OF THE NEW SEMESTER I have Data Management (math questions), Law (read and summarize an article, as well as read textbook questions and answer), Soc (read and summarize a textbook section, write an essay) and History (read and answer textbook stuff).
Plus I also have an essay to do for a scholarship I'm applying for. Fabulous.
(Oh and it's Sunday and I haven't started any of this stuff)
Anyway, I'm posting a video for a friend who asked to see some sketches. I figured a video was so much easier than taking 10 pictures and uploading them individually. And let's be honest, I don't really think I have the time.
There's no sound because I have a little throat bug and I'm pretty sure that you don't want to hear a raspy devil sound.
Keep your insults to yourself :)
1) Queen Nefertiti
2) Random face
3) Random face
*ignore full body pose and shoe*
4) Random face
5) Shiloh Jolie-Pitt
*ignore unfinished iPod ad*
6) Random face
7) Rhianna - her arm isn't finished cuz I ran out of steam :P
*ignore random doodles*
8) Michelle Tratchenburg - I just started that one so it's not done
9) Random face
I'm currently juggling not only copious amounts of homework, but also university shiz and scholarship stuff.
I mean, ON THE FIRST WEEKEND OF THE NEW SEMESTER I have Data Management (math questions), Law (read and summarize an article, as well as read textbook questions and answer), Soc (read and summarize a textbook section, write an essay) and History (read and answer textbook stuff).
Plus I also have an essay to do for a scholarship I'm applying for. Fabulous.
(Oh and it's Sunday and I haven't started any of this stuff)
Anyway, I'm posting a video for a friend who asked to see some sketches. I figured a video was so much easier than taking 10 pictures and uploading them individually. And let's be honest, I don't really think I have the time.
There's no sound because I have a little throat bug and I'm pretty sure that you don't want to hear a raspy devil sound.
Keep your insults to yourself :)
1) Queen Nefertiti
2) Random face
3) Random face
*ignore full body pose and shoe*
4) Random face
5) Shiloh Jolie-Pitt
*ignore unfinished iPod ad*
6) Random face
7) Rhianna - her arm isn't finished cuz I ran out of steam :P
*ignore random doodles*
8) Michelle Tratchenburg - I just started that one so it's not done
9) Random face
2010/02/03
Pet Peeves
I feel like ranting right now. So I'm going to rant.
5-4-3-2-1: Commencing Rant
Everyone has words that they overuse. Like those people who use, “like,” ten times in a sentence?
I know someone who says “literally” all the time. But she doesn’t mean literally. Literally means “the explicit meaning of something.” And she’ll say, “I literally froze to death.” No you didn’t. You’re standing right in front of me. You literally exaggerated, is what you did.
Some people run out of steam when they’re talking. Instead of finishing their sentence they say, “et cetera, et cetera.” Aren’t you supposed to say it once? Saying it twice is just redundant, redundant. I heard someone say, “dot, dot, dot” at the end of a sentence. They’re speaking their punctuation. That’s like asking: “Do you have the time, question mark?” or “You look great, exclamation point.” “Thanks, I’ve been working out, quote unquote.”
Now, don't get the impression that I'm some sort of grammar Nazi, because I'm the exact opposite. But I do think that people should know the basis, because, do you have any idea what you sound like when you repeat yourself? It sounds like you're unglued! And no one will take you seriously. So please, do us all a favour, including yourself, and learn to speak/write properly. Please.
Same deal with there, their, they're.
5-4-3-2-1: Commencing Rant
Everyone has words that they overuse. Like those people who use, “like,” ten times in a sentence?
“He was like, and I was like, and then he was like, what?”It’s the same as “all.”
“I’m all, and she was all and they were all, whatever.”
I know someone who says “literally” all the time. But she doesn’t mean literally. Literally means “the explicit meaning of something.” And she’ll say, “I literally froze to death.” No you didn’t. You’re standing right in front of me. You literally exaggerated, is what you did.
Some people run out of steam when they’re talking. Instead of finishing their sentence they say, “et cetera, et cetera.” Aren’t you supposed to say it once? Saying it twice is just redundant, redundant. I heard someone say, “dot, dot, dot” at the end of a sentence. They’re speaking their punctuation. That’s like asking: “Do you have the time, question mark?” or “You look great, exclamation point.” “Thanks, I’ve been working out, quote unquote.”
Now, don't get the impression that I'm some sort of grammar Nazi, because I'm the exact opposite. But I do think that people should know the basis, because, do you have any idea what you sound like when you repeat yourself? It sounds like you're unglued! And no one will take you seriously. So please, do us all a favour, including yourself, and learn to speak/write properly. Please.
Same deal with there, their, they're.
No, he doesn't live over their. No, there not playing catch. And no, that's not they're book. No, it's not a hard concept to grasp. But yes, it does make you look bad.
Correcting the world, one like, all, and their/there/they're at a time.
Ending Rant.
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