I can't stand how whenever you make a password now you have to add numbers in it - but everyone has different requirements
"there needs to be more then one number" "Can include symbols" "Symbols don't count but caps do" >.<
It makes me mad when I have to log in and out of things and it takes me 5 tries because I forget what their regulations are.
On a side note - we bought a TV today but the people who delivered it had no idea how to instal it. o_O Wth. We bought the tv from a tv store that said their employees all know how to instal these systems.
Now I have to edit/make a film about my bestest friend. I think I want it to be happy and sad at the same time. I hope I get points for making people cry/laugh.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
i must have done something wrong, or maybe pissed off god.
Well, now... not way too much has happened since my last update, other than typical teenage drama, pretty much. Except:
1) My grandpa died on Wednesday.
2) I have terrible luck with everything. Except the Saints won the Superbowl. Other than that, everything's gone wrong. Honestly. But it can, and will, eventually get better.
...and, well, there's been a few good/funny things that happened.
1) The substitute teacher accidentally called Daniel Danielle.
2) Gordan, Sean, and I are changing our names on facebook to Backothebus. The conversation at our lunch table went something like this:
Gordan: I don't get why they aren't letting boys and girls sit next to each other on the bus.
Me: They're afraid that kids will start kissing or something.
Sean: Yeah, like ten people got in trouble last year on a field trip for, um, doing something.
Gordan: I heard about that... they caught someone doing it on the bus.
Me: Okay, now first of all, why would you do that, and second, how would you do that?
Gordan: Apparently they were laying down on the floor... and kids are just stupid. I'm sorry, but we are. We, as in ourselves, are not that kind of stupid, though...
Sean: True, true. But there's also the back of the bus, there's three or four seats back there. Still. Who would be dumb enough to try that?
Me: Uh, teenagers... yeah, a lot of bad crap happens there.
Gordan: HAHA, BACK OF THE BUS. THE KIDS BACK THERE ALWAYS HAVE DRUGS AND STUFF AND NONE OF THE TEACHERS CARE.
Sean: You would know, wouldn't you. And that's definitely our new inside joke. Let's all change our names on facebook to Back-of-the-bus.
Gordan: No, Backothebus.
3) Stella, out of the blue: Do you want a cookie?
Me: Uh, no, they have dairy and eggs, which I do not consume, and you have absolutely no idea how creepy that sounded.
4) Liz to Ruthie (kidding, of course): STOP TOUCHING ME. I AM GOING TO RAPE YOU.
Liz later: Seriously stop it. I AM GOING TO THROW YOU OUT YOUR WINDOW ON YOUR SLED, AND YOU WILL FALL DOWN YOUR ROOF AND THAT STEEP HILL IN YOUR BACKYARD, AND INTO A CREEK WITH SHARP ROCKS.
Liz again: Ruthie, I am going to tie you to a tree and hit you with a belt repeatedly.
5) Good stuff has happened. But people are being confusing. Stating the obvious is fun.
...anyways, we're almost at 150 posts, and I believe the blog will hit its first anniversary on February 28th. I think that's relatively awesome.
Love,
Izzy
1) My grandpa died on Wednesday.
2) I have terrible luck with everything. Except the Saints won the Superbowl. Other than that, everything's gone wrong. Honestly. But it can, and will, eventually get better.
...and, well, there's been a few good/funny things that happened.
1) The substitute teacher accidentally called Daniel Danielle.
2) Gordan, Sean, and I are changing our names on facebook to Backothebus. The conversation at our lunch table went something like this:
Gordan: I don't get why they aren't letting boys and girls sit next to each other on the bus.
Me: They're afraid that kids will start kissing or something.
Sean: Yeah, like ten people got in trouble last year on a field trip for, um, doing something.
Gordan: I heard about that... they caught someone doing it on the bus.
Me: Okay, now first of all, why would you do that, and second, how would you do that?
Gordan: Apparently they were laying down on the floor... and kids are just stupid. I'm sorry, but we are. We, as in ourselves, are not that kind of stupid, though...
Sean: True, true. But there's also the back of the bus, there's three or four seats back there. Still. Who would be dumb enough to try that?
Me: Uh, teenagers... yeah, a lot of bad crap happens there.
Gordan: HAHA, BACK OF THE BUS. THE KIDS BACK THERE ALWAYS HAVE DRUGS AND STUFF AND NONE OF THE TEACHERS CARE.
Sean: You would know, wouldn't you. And that's definitely our new inside joke. Let's all change our names on facebook to Back-of-the-bus.
Gordan: No, Backothebus.
3) Stella, out of the blue: Do you want a cookie?
Me: Uh, no, they have dairy and eggs, which I do not consume, and you have absolutely no idea how creepy that sounded.
4) Liz to Ruthie (kidding, of course): STOP TOUCHING ME. I AM GOING TO RAPE YOU.
Liz later: Seriously stop it. I AM GOING TO THROW YOU OUT YOUR WINDOW ON YOUR SLED, AND YOU WILL FALL DOWN YOUR ROOF AND THAT STEEP HILL IN YOUR BACKYARD, AND INTO A CREEK WITH SHARP ROCKS.
Liz again: Ruthie, I am going to tie you to a tree and hit you with a belt repeatedly.
5) Good stuff has happened. But people are being confusing. Stating the obvious is fun.
...anyways, we're almost at 150 posts, and I believe the blog will hit its first anniversary on February 28th. I think that's relatively awesome.
Love,
Izzy
Thursday, January 28, 2010
STATic
I found, there's nothing to this underneath
Just a fight for lives uncertain
No matter what happens the outcome feels the same
So if I hurry
I'll still be here all the same
I was kidding myself to think
That a hospital bed with wheels
Meant a smoother recovery
Or that every time the vital signs drop
That the doctor will find medication in time
We were all left wondering where the quality of life went
Hooked up to a thousand machines
Everyone would like to think they'd help
But they only preserve the dead
On the days when I'm breathing
Or the days when I'm gasping
It all reads the same
I'm living
At the cost
Cause I'm done here
My life's lost most of it's recognition
For most my wounds are nothing now
Their friends been gone so long
That the cards and balloons are further in between
A way of life, no longer an emergency
I'm living like this everyday
Like the beep on the LCD
Never stops, and when it dose, CPR is administered
All the same
Everyday
My walls are white
The color I'll never see
Just a fight for lives uncertain
No matter what happens the outcome feels the same
So if I hurry
I'll still be here all the same
I was kidding myself to think
That a hospital bed with wheels
Meant a smoother recovery
Or that every time the vital signs drop
That the doctor will find medication in time
We were all left wondering where the quality of life went
Hooked up to a thousand machines
Everyone would like to think they'd help
But they only preserve the dead
On the days when I'm breathing
Or the days when I'm gasping
It all reads the same
I'm living
At the cost
Cause I'm done here
My life's lost most of it's recognition
For most my wounds are nothing now
Their friends been gone so long
That the cards and balloons are further in between
A way of life, no longer an emergency
I'm living like this everyday
Like the beep on the LCD
Never stops, and when it dose, CPR is administered
All the same
Everyday
My walls are white
The color I'll never see
Friday, January 22, 2010
"get your pants off the ground!"
Frequently, my friends and I demonstrate irrational stupidity that probably no one ever thought possible. Examples include the following:
Cassidy and I were messing with textbooks in math because we already thoroughly knew the material and had nothing better to do. The textbooks all fell onto the floor. We picked them up. Then somehow, we grabbed wrists and I fell and knocked over Austin's desk. Then Gordan ran through the hallway singing about windows. Later, he tried a piece of dark chocolate, and was very melodramatic about how bad it tastes. Cassidy and another friend thought it was fine. It was only 70% cacao... Austin layed down on the floor in math for about ten minutes. The teacher didn't notice. Stella and I walked into school very solemnly, with dark sunglasses on. Several friends of ours decided to yell out revolting things at random intervals. At the end of the day, Stella, Amanda, and I all hugged each other. Amanda would not let go for seriously, five minutes or so. Relatively awkward. Stella and I said multiple times "Hey, Amanda, I love you too, but I really need to go home now." I have an unshakeable feeling that we'll always be little children deep inside.
Not too much has happened recently, other than I reconnected with some old friends, and bought tickets to see AFI in Charlotte, on March 13th. I actually paid for all the tickets this time. It was definitely worth it. I probably won't see them again for at least two years. And the concert is on a weekend.
Love,
Izzy
Cassidy and I were messing with textbooks in math because we already thoroughly knew the material and had nothing better to do. The textbooks all fell onto the floor. We picked them up. Then somehow, we grabbed wrists and I fell and knocked over Austin's desk. Then Gordan ran through the hallway singing about windows. Later, he tried a piece of dark chocolate, and was very melodramatic about how bad it tastes. Cassidy and another friend thought it was fine. It was only 70% cacao... Austin layed down on the floor in math for about ten minutes. The teacher didn't notice. Stella and I walked into school very solemnly, with dark sunglasses on. Several friends of ours decided to yell out revolting things at random intervals. At the end of the day, Stella, Amanda, and I all hugged each other. Amanda would not let go for seriously, five minutes or so. Relatively awkward. Stella and I said multiple times "Hey, Amanda, I love you too, but I really need to go home now." I have an unshakeable feeling that we'll always be little children deep inside.
Not too much has happened recently, other than I reconnected with some old friends, and bought tickets to see AFI in Charlotte, on March 13th. I actually paid for all the tickets this time. It was definitely worth it. I probably won't see them again for at least two years. And the concert is on a weekend.
Love,
Izzy
Friday, January 8, 2010
Irrational but awesome!
Life is silly.
Trying to decide if I want to be rational and logical or irrational and happy.
Let you know further information by the end of next week on my decision.
Off to sell everything.
Except not everything.
Trying to decide if I want to be rational and logical or irrational and happy.
Let you know further information by the end of next week on my decision.
Off to sell everything.
Except not everything.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Pizza, Complaining, Credits, Complaining,
I am going to attempt to blog more often - why - because I have nothing else to do with my life.
I have been on vacation sense mid-December and I have failed to do anything productive - except decide what I want to do with my life.
First off: first semester of college was terrible - Not terrible by normal college freshman standards. No. Terrible enough that if everyone I knew put their worst college experience in a pot and stirred it around for 20 minutes my first semester would still have been worse.
- Maybe I am over exaggerating. - But it was pretty terrible.
Where to start... Orientation: I made one friend who I proceeded to lose by the next day. Then we were supposed to go to lunch with our advisors - I was planning on skipping that day of orientation but figured meeting my advisor would be a good thing. My advisor did not show up (and they also announced that 50 kids did not have their advisor as a teacher .. I was one of those 50 kids) We paraded around for hours doing a scavenger hunt while my orientation leader was a self centered baby who wanted everyone to pay attention to her, then getting dragged to a lunch - by this time I was cranky, hungry and tired. They proceeded to have the lunch arrive an hour late, I stayed because they said I could eat something. No. We all get in line - and all they got were pizzas. And like 6 small salads- because I was at the end of a 300+ kid line I decided I mine as well take the 20 minute hike back to my dorm. - Yes there is no reason for me to complain about that, not that big of a deal. But the little things add up!. The next major thing we did or orientation was this "boat cruse" thing where they put us on a boat and drove around the harbor for a few hours in the freezing cold. - I didn't manage to find anyone I felt like talking to so I sat with one of my roommates the whole night as she texted her boyfriend. Oh yea. MY PHONE FELL OFF THE BOAT! Spash! Right into the Boston Harbor. So I asked the people in charge of the ship when we were going back because they kept giving us terrible times. It was probably 9pm at this point - they said they decided instead of 10 they want to go in at 11. >.< (Oh yea- Couldn't eat any of the boat food ether after them insisting they did and it would be a wonderful time just to get me to pay the 40 bucks to go)
First day of classes - low and behold they messed up my schedule. What I signed up for was not on there -so I go over to the registration office and they tell me "oh yeah. Some kids schedules got messed up but we didn't have time to tell them so we just gave them what was left" Thanks for the heads up. All my classes were alright -except my teachers were all crazy.. To make a long story short - I don't think I accomplished anything all semester.
So semester two class picking time rolls around - we were supposed to meet our advisors (again). They all had assigned rooms - but my advisor decided she wanted to do it in her office. So after absentmindedly wandering around the school I found her - she then told me she didn't know what she was supposed to be doing cos she never went to any of the meetings and she doesn't check her school email. Brilliant! So she signs my forms - later I figure out that the classes I signed up for don't exists because the school emailed us all the wrong information. My advisor failed to tell me this - thankfully my roommates happened to have good advisors. So the day comes where we are supposed to sign up for classes - so they use the freshmen as test dummys and try this new computer program. they happened to forget they have the worst server in the whole world - so it crashed. So I go up to the registration office in my pjs - along with 50 other kids and they keep trying to tell us it will be up soon - but every time it comes up it crashes because the next "wave" of kids tries to sign up. After spending 5+ hours in the registration office I got signed up for classes and had to run to my class.
I apologize for all the complaining but I need to get it out.
So aside from classes I have been trying to get out of paying a ton of money for a meal plan that I can't use because there is no food I can eat. First - the people I try to contact refuse to get back to me - once my parents get involved they say I have to do all of it - well I would have if they ANSWERED ME! So I got a doctors note - they decided that I still had to pay - so I got a second doctors note and told them I was not going to pay the meal plan money for the bill - they keep sending me a bill for the meal money now even though they got the letter. I am going to kick someone in the mouth if they send me another bill.
Now I am trying to get out of there asap because if I leave I will have too many problems: They are a pass fail school, They have their own "curriculum" that liberal art schools/universities don't have, it is cheeper than the other art schools I would go to, so if I leave I wasted a whole semester (year) of school. But they only let you take 18 credits a semester where I am - so I have to take summer/winter classes so that I can graduate early and then go to grad school because with out it I won't have a job >.<
Now on top of all this I don't have anywhere to live next year >.<
But I am done ranting for now.
I have been on vacation sense mid-December and I have failed to do anything productive - except decide what I want to do with my life.
First off: first semester of college was terrible - Not terrible by normal college freshman standards. No. Terrible enough that if everyone I knew put their worst college experience in a pot and stirred it around for 20 minutes my first semester would still have been worse.
- Maybe I am over exaggerating. - But it was pretty terrible.
Where to start... Orientation: I made one friend who I proceeded to lose by the next day. Then we were supposed to go to lunch with our advisors - I was planning on skipping that day of orientation but figured meeting my advisor would be a good thing. My advisor did not show up (and they also announced that 50 kids did not have their advisor as a teacher .. I was one of those 50 kids) We paraded around for hours doing a scavenger hunt while my orientation leader was a self centered baby who wanted everyone to pay attention to her, then getting dragged to a lunch - by this time I was cranky, hungry and tired. They proceeded to have the lunch arrive an hour late, I stayed because they said I could eat something. No. We all get in line - and all they got were pizzas. And like 6 small salads- because I was at the end of a 300+ kid line I decided I mine as well take the 20 minute hike back to my dorm. - Yes there is no reason for me to complain about that, not that big of a deal. But the little things add up!. The next major thing we did or orientation was this "boat cruse" thing where they put us on a boat and drove around the harbor for a few hours in the freezing cold. - I didn't manage to find anyone I felt like talking to so I sat with one of my roommates the whole night as she texted her boyfriend. Oh yea. MY PHONE FELL OFF THE BOAT! Spash! Right into the Boston Harbor. So I asked the people in charge of the ship when we were going back because they kept giving us terrible times. It was probably 9pm at this point - they said they decided instead of 10 they want to go in at 11. >.< (Oh yea- Couldn't eat any of the boat food ether after them insisting they did and it would be a wonderful time just to get me to pay the 40 bucks to go)
First day of classes - low and behold they messed up my schedule. What I signed up for was not on there -so I go over to the registration office and they tell me "oh yeah. Some kids schedules got messed up but we didn't have time to tell them so we just gave them what was left" Thanks for the heads up. All my classes were alright -except my teachers were all crazy.. To make a long story short - I don't think I accomplished anything all semester.
So semester two class picking time rolls around - we were supposed to meet our advisors (again). They all had assigned rooms - but my advisor decided she wanted to do it in her office. So after absentmindedly wandering around the school I found her - she then told me she didn't know what she was supposed to be doing cos she never went to any of the meetings and she doesn't check her school email. Brilliant! So she signs my forms - later I figure out that the classes I signed up for don't exists because the school emailed us all the wrong information. My advisor failed to tell me this - thankfully my roommates happened to have good advisors. So the day comes where we are supposed to sign up for classes - so they use the freshmen as test dummys and try this new computer program. they happened to forget they have the worst server in the whole world - so it crashed. So I go up to the registration office in my pjs - along with 50 other kids and they keep trying to tell us it will be up soon - but every time it comes up it crashes because the next "wave" of kids tries to sign up. After spending 5+ hours in the registration office I got signed up for classes and had to run to my class.
I apologize for all the complaining but I need to get it out.
So aside from classes I have been trying to get out of paying a ton of money for a meal plan that I can't use because there is no food I can eat. First - the people I try to contact refuse to get back to me - once my parents get involved they say I have to do all of it - well I would have if they ANSWERED ME! So I got a doctors note - they decided that I still had to pay - so I got a second doctors note and told them I was not going to pay the meal plan money for the bill - they keep sending me a bill for the meal money now even though they got the letter. I am going to kick someone in the mouth if they send me another bill.
Now I am trying to get out of there asap because if I leave I will have too many problems: They are a pass fail school, They have their own "curriculum" that liberal art schools/universities don't have, it is cheeper than the other art schools I would go to, so if I leave I wasted a whole semester (year) of school. But they only let you take 18 credits a semester where I am - so I have to take summer/winter classes so that I can graduate early and then go to grad school because with out it I won't have a job >.<
Now on top of all this I don't have anywhere to live next year >.<
But I am done ranting for now.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
due to sleep deprivation.
I've realized that I have some ridiculous ambitions. Of course, almost everyone does. Here are some of mine: 1. Get into a nice college absolutely nowhere near here. 2. Have enough AP classes so that when I get there, I'll be counted as a sophomore when I'm a freshman, and therefore graduate earlier. Actually, that's not that crazy for me as of now. I have a friend who did that. I don't have too long... scary. 3. Get somewhere with this band and prove all those people who said we couldn't wrong. 4. Change someone's life. 5. Change the world.
On second thought, most of those aren't too crazy. Then again, I'm often considered relentlessly optimistic. As much as I hate saying this, I honestly think I've matured quite a bit over the past year or so. Although, I'm afraid that I have the heart of a six year old, hence putting the spongy dinosaurs in the toilet, and I doubt that will ever change, yet it's not necessarily a bad thing. A little more than half a year ago, I almost died. Since then, I've found new meaning to life and learned that there's always tomorrow, and that I don't have to act, look, or think like anyone else. A few months ago, I thought I was being different, yet I was still clinging to a group of people that were all the exact same. I think I've begun to understand people, and possibly even myself just a little bit more.
Many will say that you don't have to love everyone. Yet I think I do, somehow. Even as bad as a person may seem, there's got to be some good in them somewhere. Yes, I love you even if I don't know you at all. I do realize I'm excessively strange. I do not hate any person in this world, I might just strongly dislike some of their actions.
The world, in general, fascinates me. Next year, I hope to meet more people and possibly travel some. All I know for sure is that I need a change of scenery. I only have a few years left in this city, though. I need a roadtrip that lasts for a month or a few. We totally need a DF roadtrip, for those of us in it. Bring about 60 people. Go all over the country. Someone go get a bus driver's permit and a bus. Next summer. Totally. Kayla (glassspiderwebs on the DF and twitter) and I have already discussed this, and we officially declare it to be one of the best ideas ever. :) Drive all over the country and pick 50-or-so people up, go random places all over the US for a few week. Or a month. Or a few. How to acquire the proper funds for this, how to actually and realistically plan this out, and how to convince the parents that this is the best idea ever and they should let me go, I have yet to know, but seriously.
Someday.
Love,
Izzy
(1 hour and 57 minutes until the next decade! :D)
On second thought, most of those aren't too crazy. Then again, I'm often considered relentlessly optimistic. As much as I hate saying this, I honestly think I've matured quite a bit over the past year or so. Although, I'm afraid that I have the heart of a six year old, hence putting the spongy dinosaurs in the toilet, and I doubt that will ever change, yet it's not necessarily a bad thing. A little more than half a year ago, I almost died. Since then, I've found new meaning to life and learned that there's always tomorrow, and that I don't have to act, look, or think like anyone else. A few months ago, I thought I was being different, yet I was still clinging to a group of people that were all the exact same. I think I've begun to understand people, and possibly even myself just a little bit more.
Many will say that you don't have to love everyone. Yet I think I do, somehow. Even as bad as a person may seem, there's got to be some good in them somewhere. Yes, I love you even if I don't know you at all. I do realize I'm excessively strange. I do not hate any person in this world, I might just strongly dislike some of their actions.
The world, in general, fascinates me. Next year, I hope to meet more people and possibly travel some. All I know for sure is that I need a change of scenery. I only have a few years left in this city, though. I need a roadtrip that lasts for a month or a few. We totally need a DF roadtrip, for those of us in it. Bring about 60 people. Go all over the country. Someone go get a bus driver's permit and a bus. Next summer. Totally. Kayla (glassspiderwebs on the DF and twitter) and I have already discussed this, and we officially declare it to be one of the best ideas ever. :) Drive all over the country and pick 50-or-so people up, go random places all over the US for a few week. Or a month. Or a few. How to acquire the proper funds for this, how to actually and realistically plan this out, and how to convince the parents that this is the best idea ever and they should let me go, I have yet to know, but seriously.
Someday.
Love,
Izzy
(1 hour and 57 minutes until the next decade! :D)
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