Day 92: Never Sleep Again

     Winter shirt, jeans, TOMS.
     This weekend I watched Paranormal Activity 3.  Long story short, I haven't slept in 3 days.
     The thing about scary movies is that they make you jump and question whats real and what isn't.  You get over it eventually, however, and move on with your life.
     I'm convinced Ill never sleep again.
     Paranormal Activity 3 was a fantastic movie, it should win an award.  It successfully scared the crap out of me.  There were a couple of aspects that made it so frightening.  One of which was that it was filmed on a handheld camera and was acted out as a home movie.  That meant no sound affects, so everything you saw and heard seemed so genuine that it could have been real life.  Second, all of the scary parts took place in the dead of night when you were fast asleep.  I'm sorry, I like going to bed comfortably knowing Ill wake up the next morning.  I no longer have that luxury.  Lastly, the family in the movie had 2 sisters that shared a room with each other.  I have a sister that I share a room with.  They were practically tortured.  That hit was a little personal.
     I'm always the last person awake in my house, so now I find myself singing or talking to myself in order to distract from the fact that I think a demon is going to possess me.
     In conclusion, go see Paranormal Activity 3.












 

Day 91: Test, Test, 1 2 3

     See her?  That's what my outfit was supposed to look like.  I ended up looking like a fifth grader dressing like Peter Pan at school.  I don't want to talk about it.  We all make mistakes.  We learn from mistakes.  I learned something.  I learned to avoid any type of fictional character inspiration.
      Everything is a test.  All your life you take tests, maybe without even realizing it.  Those are the easy tests.  Like interviews, or chores.  The tests that are the worst are the ones where you are directly told that you are taking a test.  A test is a span of time where you are judged by your work, and when you try hard and your work isn't good enough, you fail.  Failure is the worst.  It means that whatever you were tested in was a complete waste of time.
     To get into college, you have to take the SAT or the ACT.  These are tests that are made specifically to trick your mind into failing.  Basically, you have to beat the system.  You have to take a single test that is supposed to be the measure of your entire intelligence.  The test determines what colleges think of you.  You know, because clearly scores on one test really says a lot about a person.  People prepare for months for these tests.  I, however, plan on doing my best and dealing with the result.  I'm not a dumb kid, Ill go to college and be fine.
   

Day 90: HALFWAY

     Patterned top, capri jeans, TOMS, grey sweater.
     Guess what today is?...  WERE HALFWAY THROUGH THE SCHOOL YEAR PEOPLE!!
     So basically, you have to all of the days you already went though all over again.  Have fun!
     I'm giving myself a relaxed blog day, considering I have to brainstorm a whole new set of nifty ideas for this thing.

Day 89: The Small Room...

     Black shirt, purple bandeau, jeans, blue TOMS, freaky fur jacket.
     The doctors office is supposed to be a safe place that's purpose is to make you feel better.  I would imagine that most kids my age still have an issue with the doctor because when your are young, the tendency to be afraid is much greater.  So walking into a small room that is too cold and then being stabbed with a needle doesn't leave a great impression on a small child.
     When I walked in that white-walled room, nothing had changed.  Maybe the room seemed a little smaller, but my fear remained constant.
     When my physical was done, I made the mistake of thinking I was safe.  My doctor double checked his handy-dandy folder and it turns out that I needed a shot.
     I tried so desperately to talk my way out of it.  I bribed the nurse, I told them I was allergic to shots... But apparently the first one isn't legal, and I'm not allergic to shots.  I knew it was coming.  My dad handed my the New York Times and told me to do the crossword, as if I'm smart enough to do the crossword.  Good one Gary.  I'm sweating bullets at this point, and I feel lightheaded.  The nurse probably thought I was having a schizophrenic attack because I kept grabbing her and yelling things that sounded like nonsense.
     After doing everything except a commiting a felony to stop the needle going into my arm, it happened.  After calming down, I went outside to claim my princess stickers.
     The sticker tray said take one, but I took two.  Take THAT doctors office.

Day 88: Hop on the Bandwagon

     Blue blouse, grey vest shrug, dark washed jeans, Steve Madden boots.

     When I was a child I went to Giants games constantly.  It was my favorite place in the whole world to be. I love the sport, and the environment; I love the garlic fries and the cotton candy; I love the stinky fans and the sticky floors.  Ive been a hard-core fan my whole life.  One of my requirements of marrying my husband is that he is going to have to be a Giants fan.  Basically, I'm a fan.

     I went to games for my birthday for a couple of years.  They never won a game on my birthday.  Yet I continue to go.  One year they did win on my birthday.  In fact, they ended up winning the World Series that year.  Can you imagine how quickly that bandwagon caught fire.  Fans are good, they're good.  But sometimes I just want people to understand that I was a fan and loved them through their loses.  

     Anyone catch the 49ers game?  They lost, but can you imagine what that would have been like if they won?  I mean, baseball is like child's-play compared to football.  Fans would erupted.  Well, they lost, so the Bay Area is safe for another year.

     Bandwagoning is obnoxious.  I wouldn't call liking a team and cheering them on "bandwagoning".  Its the people who take it to the next level and brag about their team to others when you know that a year ago they treated that team as the butt of the joke.  It makes them look dumb.  I don't like looking dumb, but maybe that's just me or something.

     I get it though, people need something to be proud of.  Possibly because of the lack of parental love they earned as children.  Woah, I'm judgemental.

Day 87: Moist.

     Yoga pants, blue velvet shirt.
     A new week means new goals.
     My goal for this week is to smile as much as possible.  The sun is most certainly not shining which means  the lack of Vitamin D in our systems is slowly driving us to the brink of insanity.  The rain only makes things not only ominous, but also moist.  Nobody likes being moist.  It just sounds miserable...
     Smiling is only a temporary solution, but its worth a shot.

Day 86: Wikipedia

     Nike pants, red fluffy socks, plain t-shirt.

     Tonight was my last day of all-out study time.  I don't know why I continue to study, I lost my concentration three days ago.

     According to Wikipedia, 88% of new years resolutions are never fulfilled.  Ive already forgotten mine, I guess I'm normal.

     Wikipedia is perhaps the greatest website ever.  Its at least a close second to Google.

     I got ridiculed for so many years for being an avid user of Wikipedia, and when the blackout occurred a few days ago, Twitter blew up with everyone talking about such a terrible inconvenience.  So make fun of me all you want, I'm resourceful.

     Wikipedia is often criticized for its "lack of accuracy" seeing that anyone can go on their website and type in whatever they want.  Well my friends, while this may be true, I don't think that people are going to spend their time on the Photosynthesis page of Wikipedia making jokes.  Celebrities, maybe; Biology, probably not.