I passed my ServSafe certification exam with a 98%. Super proud of that. One step closer to having some type of career in the food industry. Only five more years before I have to take it again...

...and that's really saying something since my cell phone is a crap prepaid Tracfone. I think it I was in 5th grade, and we were learning how to use all the Microsoft junk and we had to play those ridiculous math and word games. It was one of those clunkers that weighed more than the desk it sat on. So it was really only at school and it wasn't any fun. I started using the computer for fun probably around 8th grade or so, and of course that was when MySpace was bigger than Facebook so that's where I spent the majority of my virtual time. I remember me and my sister even fighting over who would get to use the computer first when we came home from school.

Man how things change. Facebook, this site, my college website, and email accounts are what I usually spend my time on now. And occasionally a paper or project or something that needs to be done for school. I guess I still spend more time on my computer than I need to, especially now that I have a laptop that obviously can go anywhere with me. Oh well. Computers are destined to replace people, it's just a matter of time...

Well I know a lot about cats and their behavior and what their problems are when they're acting weird. I know how to cook a lot of different food and make tons of things from scratch as well. Plus they are both things I enjoy. Not in a bestiality sort of way though. Perv. But most reality shows are so dumb that I can't even stand them, news is better left to less emotional people than me, and talk shows are one of the worst effects of the invention of the television. So, probably something involving me cooking, Or something about cats, training them or the like. But I wouldn't combine the two into cooking cats, cause that's just wrong.

Mmm no, I think not. I've found that, even though I've only been out of high school for about 2 years, most people I went with don't even know I graduated with them. I could probably list one hundred names from my class, when most of them couldn't even recognize me or know my name. Why is that you say? I have no idea. Since most people can't bother remembering me now, I don't know why I would ever want to see them again. Maybe I would go just to show them how awesome and successful I've become out of spite, but that's probably best just staying a daydream, since I'm sure I wouldn't be able to keep my temper under control when someone came up to ask me who in the world I was. High school is probably safe in the past where it belongs.

The upper part of the lower peninsula of Michigan. I went camping near a place called Petoskey last year, and it was so clear at night, that you could literally see the Milky Way stretching from one side of the sky to the other. It was unbelievable. I live in the city and I've never seen so many stars before in my life. I sat and stared at our galaxy for hours, because it's so easy to get sucked into all the possibilities of it.

Listening to people chew. Seriously. Hearing gum being chomped on like a cow, or the crunching of crackers or chips, or the sound of slurping a drink or soup, or even the sound of silverware hitting teeth, is honestly enough to make me want to punch someone in the face. It's not that those people have bad table manners or are chewing with their mouth open or anything, I just can't stand the noise. Not that I'm saying people chewing with their mouth open with food particles flying everywhere is ok either, and talking with food in your mouth is just as bad, but It's like squeaking a balloon or rubbing two old Nintendo cartridges together, it makes me grit my flippin' teeth and want to punch the person doing it. That's one of the reasons I don't like sitting at tables when I eat, because I'm in such close proximity to other people eating that I spend more time trying not to hear that, than joining in on conversation or relaxing. Just typing this and thinking about it is irritating. Someone really needs to invent a food chewing muffler, or make people have thicker cheeks to drown out the noise, or maybe I just need to get over it, but honestly that's unlikely to happen.

Mr. Belding, my college writing teacher in high school, is not only the worst teacher in the world, but also one of the worst people I've ever had the misfortune of knowing. For my very first paper in the class, he accused me of plagiarism because I had paraphrased some quotes into it, oh and he did it right in front of the class. Talk about a freakin' slap in the face. Then he went and talked to all my other teachers about me trying to figure out who had told me that paraphrasing was ok, so that none of my other teachers ever treated me the same afterward. Then another day he told me I couldn't wear the shirt I had on because it came off my shoulders, even though I had three other classes before his where none of my teachers said anything about it, and even though other girls had so much of their cleavage showing that their boobs were about to fall out of their shirts, I still had to go change my shirt before he would let me back into class. Another day he accused me of plagiarism AGAIN, on a paper that was about global warming, but honestly how many different ways can people state the same things about one topic, there were bound to other people out there who said similar things to me, at least that time he had the decency to talk to me outside of class. The only paper he gave me a good grade on was the last one, when I told exactly how I felt about him and his class in a few choice ways, I never even got that paper back, but I had a few other bad experiences with him, and I can only hope some day he gets fired, because that's exactly what he deserves.

Thunderstorm is coming

At night: I hide under my blankets, because when the lights go out, you know the monsters come looking for you, and I'd rather avoid getting mauled by a three headed, 5 armed, 6 eyed whatchamacall-it, if you know what I mean, and everyone knows if you're under you blankets no monster or any other bad thing can get you. I mean duh.

During the day: I play board games and cards or clean or play with my kitties or nephew, until it gets dark and then I think you already know what I'd be doing. Or you know there's always actually going outside and playing in the sunshine I suppose. That is if the storm has passed of course.

Sweettarts are the best candy ever. A lil' sweet, a lil' sour, a lil' color, combined together to get a lil' taste of happy.

You must bring materials to expand with
Cause eventually with everybody gettin' drawn to my fort with the hopes of candy, we're gonna run outta room and this would prevent that so we can expand and eventually try to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!

You gotta bring somethin for my kitties.
Just cause. =^_^=

No fighting
This is happy fun time, not grrr angry meanness!

The first one was amazing. I watched it so many times that the tape eventually wore out. But once I watched the second one, and the third one, and the fourth one, all the way through to however many they ended up with, (probably at least to 10 by now) were amazingly horrible. The singalongs and the uninteresting plot lines that followed the first one were insultingly dim even for a small child. When sequels start reaching toward double digit numbers, you really can't expect much anyway.

It would for sure be a tiger. They are the bestest aminals in the whooole worlds! But seriously they are. All big and cute and cuddly. At least until they try to eat you. That would not rock.

Outside is the best place to think things over and play on swings and walk around in order to calm yourself down and collect your thoughts and make a plan of action, without the nuisance of other people being around. Just listen to the birds sing and the river gurgle and forget about your troubles.

Partying. Get togethers. Shindigs. Keggers. etc. I wish I had been more socially outgoing. There are so many missed opportunities and people I COULD have met and things I COULD have done. All are experiences that I missed out on that most people have at least toyed with. It's just another regret added to the ever growing list...

I wanna live there sooo bad. And it would be expensive, so the only way I'd be living there, is if a getaway car were taking meh! Need lotsa money to run my furnace! and buy parkas! and polar bears to ride into town on! well maybe not that one, probly more like a snowmobile, either way still super fun!

Quietness
When the hyper buzz wears off, or I'm just not in the mood to be talkative, I won't say jack frost. And when I don't wanna talk, I really won't, meaning my answers to anything you have to say, will be as brief as possible.

Sleepy
I sleep. A lot. And when I sleep in the car, I like everyone to be aware of it, and respect that they shouldn't be talking at the top of their voice when I'm trying to sleep less than 2 feet away from them. Jeez.

Computer stuff. All the technical mumbo gumbo, with all the gigs of this and all the ram of that, with this processor and this much whatever. -_- Too much information at one tiem! I don't get it! Freakin technology! I'm lucky just to be able to change my profile on myspace! Or even function on this site! Well that's a little extreme, but seriously, computers + me = no fun. For anyone within my shouting perimeter...

They have everything that I would describe as awesome in Hot Topic. From clothes to jewelry to funny little sunglasses, they have what I'm lookin for, and what I think fits my personality best. Gotta love band t-shirts and pre-torn jeans. Which is also why someone would have to buy stuff from there for me, cause I'm too cheap to pay the ridiculous prices they try to sell things for. Why is that a clearance I see over there? I'll be right back...

Everything on their menu. It's all fabulous. You've got the sauce and the pepperoni, can be on a thin and crispy crust or the heart clogging deep dishhh, or it could be all folded with lotsa yummies on the inside. Whatever the heck those thingy's are called....mmmmmm greasyyyyy.

It's the one and only every meal cereal! Not too sweet, not too....not sweet? Lovely crunchies, lovely nutritious quality, what more could you ask for?

Keyboard fershizzle. It's faster, neater, and doesn't kill any trees in the process. (As long as you're not printing that is, obviously.) Plus my handwriting can get hard to read when I get excited about what I'm writing or have a lot to say, cause I write faster, and words blur into each other, and it becomes one big long word. Writing fail.