I had a mission today. I was going to find a mouse pad. Not just any mouse pad, but one that was unique; one that would fit me as I would fit it. It took awhile for me to finally discover the right pad, but when I found it, I knew from the very first visible instant that we were to be together.
However, I had to travel to approximately four different stores before I found this mouse pad. I almost gave up hope, but pulling through eventually landed me in a happy position.
I hope life is the same way. I know that there are rough times, and there are times when we will feel like giving up. I understand that everything can't go your way, and that without the bad, there would be no good. I simply want to know that if I persistently try my hardest and give a full effort, that I will win in the end. I want the mouse pad of life... I just don't really know how to get it.
I'm unsure about my life right now. I want to know that I'm doing the right things. I want to have reassurance. I want food.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
A wax Sasquatch
Now, I know that a magician never reveals his tricks...but I thought that I would divulge a few of my blogging secrets. Plus, it's sweet to think about how you personally blog. First, I always write what comes to my mind. My fingers just flow over the keys, typing at an extremely hectic rate. I always make my title last. It's usually just something that I wrote about too, but sometimes it's extremely weird. Yeah and I think that sums it up.
I went to Target today to apply for a job. They have one of those computers set up that you apply with, which is cool. I can type faster than I can write, so I actually prefer it. But honestly, why do they have to include a 100 question test along with it? I don't know what percentage of politicians lie or what weather I prefer. Seriously, what kind of questions are those? Plus, the test asks each question about three times. Why?
Then this little lady with pink hair came and talked to me when I was done. I can't remember her name, because she wasn't wearing a name tag. I think she said Jessica or something. But she made me repeat all of the information I put into the computer to her personally so that she could write it down. It seems like people enjoy creating extra work for themselves. Weird.
"People cause a lot of unnecessary stress." Go Brittany.
I was practicing today and I came to the conclusion that I don't really like classical orchestra music. Seriously, it is really boring to play, and you don't even get paid that much for doing it. At least in a pit orchestra you can make fun of the actors while you play the opera. But on stage, it feels like my body deteriorates faster than a wax statue in the desert.
How does quicksand work? I mean, is it liquidy? Because I thought that there wasn't any water in the desert. So does it just suck you under the sand into a big hole? What happens? And if it's just a big hole of loose sand, then why can't you get out of it?
Outdoor School training is this weekend. It's going to be tight. I hope we get to make smores by a camp fire tonight though. If we don't I'm going to be bummed. Maybe I'll see a Sasquatch?
(ok, I just made my title. It incorporates two things that I blogged about. The wax faces and the sasquatch at outdoor school. Clever, aye?!)
I went to Target today to apply for a job. They have one of those computers set up that you apply with, which is cool. I can type faster than I can write, so I actually prefer it. But honestly, why do they have to include a 100 question test along with it? I don't know what percentage of politicians lie or what weather I prefer. Seriously, what kind of questions are those? Plus, the test asks each question about three times. Why?
Then this little lady with pink hair came and talked to me when I was done. I can't remember her name, because she wasn't wearing a name tag. I think she said Jessica or something. But she made me repeat all of the information I put into the computer to her personally so that she could write it down. It seems like people enjoy creating extra work for themselves. Weird.
"People cause a lot of unnecessary stress." Go Brittany.
I was practicing today and I came to the conclusion that I don't really like classical orchestra music. Seriously, it is really boring to play, and you don't even get paid that much for doing it. At least in a pit orchestra you can make fun of the actors while you play the opera. But on stage, it feels like my body deteriorates faster than a wax statue in the desert.
How does quicksand work? I mean, is it liquidy? Because I thought that there wasn't any water in the desert. So does it just suck you under the sand into a big hole? What happens? And if it's just a big hole of loose sand, then why can't you get out of it?
Outdoor School training is this weekend. It's going to be tight. I hope we get to make smores by a camp fire tonight though. If we don't I'm going to be bummed. Maybe I'll see a Sasquatch?
(ok, I just made my title. It incorporates two things that I blogged about. The wax faces and the sasquatch at outdoor school. Clever, aye?!)
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Just Chill
Seriously people, just chill. Finals are not the end of the world. Just because you have to take a couple of tests that will determine if you get an A or a B doesn't mean that you need to stress out over the next three days.
I think it's hilarious how some people are starving on the planet, wondering how they will get their next meal. Some people are living on the streets, thinking of how to survive the next cold winter night. Some people are in the middle of a war, trying desperately to keep themselves and their families alive.
That is where real stress derives from. Not some stupid tests. Some people need to pull their heads out of the hole that they're in and think about what's really important.
I think it's hilarious how some people are starving on the planet, wondering how they will get their next meal. Some people are living on the streets, thinking of how to survive the next cold winter night. Some people are in the middle of a war, trying desperately to keep themselves and their families alive.
That is where real stress derives from. Not some stupid tests. Some people need to pull their heads out of the hole that they're in and think about what's really important.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Wadda and Dawgs
So I just got back from New York last night, and it was a great time. I saw so many things and met so many people, not to mention I did pretty well in my auditions too. I'm jazzed about the whole trip. Even if I don't get accepted to go over there, I know that I did my best.
I feel so behind of what's going on at Reynolds...actually, just in all of Troutdale. I need to get a job, get the notes I missed, and take some finals that I don't know anything about. I missed my friends a lot (and my dogs), and I don't want to do any work. I mean, when I was done with auditions, I thought that the rest of the year would be gravy.......I was wrong hah.
Have you ever noticed how great life is, or how great people can be? I have a great life and I'm thankful for it. It's pretty sweet knowing that your life can't get much better.
I feel so behind of what's going on at Reynolds...actually, just in all of Troutdale. I need to get a job, get the notes I missed, and take some finals that I don't know anything about. I missed my friends a lot (and my dogs), and I don't want to do any work. I mean, when I was done with auditions, I thought that the rest of the year would be gravy.......I was wrong hah.
Have you ever noticed how great life is, or how great people can be? I have a great life and I'm thankful for it. It's pretty sweet knowing that your life can't get much better.
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