Thursday, April 28, 2011

What do models have to do with perfume?

I've been watching TV for about 15 minutes. In this short time, I've already seen 3 designer perfume commercials-you know, the ones with the dramatic music and film effects, the stunning model with the pouty lips/ perfect figure, riding around with Prince Charming on a horse (literally). I don't understand though-are those models really necessary? Could Armani and Ralph Lauren be trying to say that if we buy their perfumes, we'll look like those models?  I'll bet with the first spray I automatically morph into an exotic 22 year old woman 4 inches taller and 30 pounds lighter than me. Or better yet, maybe I'll experience the glamourous life as the dramatic music plays while I gallop gracefully across the beach!

Wow, all this for the magical price of $80?! Oh, dear Ralph, you're too kind.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Anyone up for a lawn mower race?

Oh, the things I find when I'm supposed to be doing homework. I found out that there is such a thing as lawn mower racing from watching the news last summer, so I remembered it today and decided to look it up. According to Wikipedia, there are many actual racing competitions and even a U.S. Lawn Mower Racing Association. I think this might just be one of those times when I'm proud of our society :P

I don't know about anybody else, but I remember as a little kid riding around in the lawn mower with my dad while he mowed the lawn, and asking him to drive faster. Now that I can actually drive it myself (the joys of being a northern country girl) I might just take our beloved lawn mower and go for a spin now.

The best part of my research? The Wikipedia explanation: "The sport was independently "invented" in 1973 in The Cricketers Arms pub in Wisborough Green (not far from the town of Horsham) in West Sussex, England, UK, by a group of young men bemoaning the prohibitive costs of getting involved in any kind of motorsport."
I especially like that they used the word "bemoaning." Typical young guys: completely broke, but need something to do, so they go and invent a lawn mower racing league. Why are the English so damn cool?

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Get me out of here!

"I never really gave up on breaking out of this 2-star town" -"Read My Mind" by The Killers

I think that's my favorite line from that song. I personally interpret it as wanting to get the hell out of someplace that suffocates you. My interpretation is probably completely wrong, as it usually is, but it fits me :P

These days, all I can think of is getting out of this stupid little town that I grew up in. It's technically a small rural suburb of a city (but the city is small and completely useless), but life is so boring here! When you grow up in one place where the routine never changes and where nothing changes, you feel like you're suffocating. Whatever you do, you know your parents will find out within hours and there's pretty much no other way to get around except having your parents drive you around or driving yourself. All I really want to do is get as far away from here as possible and live in a big city, where I can decide what I want to do and when I want to do it. My biggest dream is to move to London, make a bunch of British friends (with awesome accents) and just hang there. Of course, that's not entirely practical, but let me dream.

My mom, however, says that she won't let me move further than a 30-mile radius away from home. Hm..that just might get me to another boring suburb if I'm lucky.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Beauty of Finding a Harry Potter Fan on Omegle.

Okay, I confess-I'm a huge Harry Potter fan. I was that eager girl in line at the midnight premier of Deathly Hallows Part I (which was, may I add, the night of my birthday-BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!) that couldn't stop talking about how excited I was that it was split up into two parts, that quoted every line from the previews, and laughed over and over again at the jokes between Fred and George (my two favorite characters) in the DH book. I laughed louder than everyone, especially before the movie started when a couple guys stood up in front of the theater and started a game of Harry Potter charades, in which everyone in the theater participated. I must add, proudly, that I was the first to call out "Pigwidgeon!" in that round-probably one of my greatest achievements (kidding!). Though I must add, I still haven't gotten the HPDH1 DVD, which I'm very ashamed to admit.
Anyways, now that I've rambled on about my deep love for Harry Potter, I'll talk about Omegle. If anyone doesn't know what it is, I'll try not to go too far in-depth as to what it is, for the sake of your pure mind, but here's the Urban Dictionary Definition:

Omegle- A website ( that is an anonymous one on one chat, pretty much a feeding ground for pedos.
 In other words, a website where 95% of the people on there are horny, but can never actually go out and get some fun.

 Why, may you ask, am I on such a website? Because I believe in that 5%-that 5% that is really awesome, and are simply looking for some time to waste when they're bored, so they look for conversation (obviously, I'm a member of that 5% of awesomeness that doesn't experience raging hormones). Today, my endless searching for someone to waste time with through conversation (does that sound a bit creepy?) was successful- I met someone almost as obsessed as I am. This is how our conversation started:
Stranger (other person): The Chamber of Secrets has been opened
You (me): Enemies of the Heir, beware!

It's day's like these that restore my faith in humanity. And yes, you probably think I'm a complete creeper and my reputation has been shot, but oh well :P

Monday, April 18, 2011

I really should be more consistent...

It's been too long since I've updated. Haha, when I first started this blog, I was so excited, I said to myself "I'm going to update at least 3 times a week!" Hehe so much for that. But now I have a computer in my room (about time, I must add), so its much more likely that I'll update very often, especially when I have homework to do but don't feel like doing it :P
Hurray its Spring Break! Except for the fact that I have more homework over this break than I usually do on a week we do have school. Teachers make me extremely angry-we tolerate you every single week, counting down the days until the next break and what do we get? MORE HOMEWORK! Do they really expect that we live only for homework? If its break, doesn't that kind of signify that we need to take a break? Has that part slipped by teachers?
Well now that I've made everyone's day better with my rant, I'm finished :D