Holidays

I’m kind of sad that Halloween is over. Wearing a costume and seeing what others are wearing and handing out candy and going to a costume party is kind of fun.

I really like Christmas and Thanksgiving so Yay! for those being closer then before.

Saturday night I saw someone putting up thier Christmas tree. It seems a little early for that. What is with people wanting to skip Halloween and thanksgiving and go straight to Christmas?

I really like seeing houses all decorated for christmas. Yay! for that. I wish more people decorated for Halloween the same way they decorate for Christmas.

Police Department Internship Day 2

• Hung out with Dispatchers for a little bit. (Oh. Emm. Gee. It was someone not male. It was a SHE!)
• Went to shooting range with Dare officer K.
• While driving around to the different places we were listening to satellite radio. DOK (dare officer k) kept asking me who sang the songs that were playing. I recognized about none of them. Most of them were like way old though. Apparently I need to learn good music. Each time though I would look at who was singing and I at least heard of the person/bands. Also, the songs that were playing were probably like the least popular song that the band/person wrote. Two of the people I did know were Taylor Swift and Keith Urban. (Yay! for not super old music.)
• DOK asked me what type of music I liked. My thoughts went like this: Britney Spears? Don’t say her I will get told I have horrible taste. Miley Cyrus? Don’t say her I wil be told something about horrible taste, Jonas Brothers? Oh Gawdddd I probably have closer taste to the middle schoolers he was teaching than whatever he considers good. Meg & Dia? They seem safe. I said them. He has never heard of them. & he claims to have good taste in music? What-Ev.
• Also, apparently if you say poppyish it can sound like poppyfish. I don’t know what poppy fish is, but I kind of like the word now. Is there a fish called poppy fish? I should google that. Meh. Maybe not. Don’t really feel like it.
• Ate some Subway.
• A song came on in Subway and he asked who sang it. It sounded familiar and I couldn’t think of his name. He started describing him and I still couldn’t remember his name. I said I knew what he looked like, but I couldn’t remember his name. I described him & I finally remembered. ELVIS! Yup. I forgot about ELVIS! kind of. (Not sure why, but I kind of like spelling his name like that. ELVIS! Ha. Probably not interesting to anyone but me.)
• Went to the high school and an elementary school to talk to people. Was slightly embarrased at the elementary school. Officer told me that I had to tell a joke to a stranger. I told him I couldn’t think of one. The truth was that I thought of one,  but the only one I could think of was one I read on the internet about viagra. I didn’t really want to tell that to a stranger or DOK.
• Heard a song by Taylor Swift. I think it was Love Story,  but I can’t remember. I think it is better to listen to music that I don’t know, because I usually sing when i’m listening to music and that would have been kind of wierd..
• Went To Kahler Middle School with Dare officer.
• Saw something that I don’t think i’m allowed to talk about. It was kind of totally awesome.
• Played wiffleball with Dare officer and 7th graders.
• Received a blue jolly rancher from a student. Ate it. It was blue. Realized my toungue might be blue. No one said anything. Yay for it just being a blue tongue and not my lips.
• At the end of the day I didn’t seem to get sunburned I thought.
• Got home. Looked in mirror. Nose and chest both sunburned. Nose more. I’m like rudolpoh.
• Realized that some of the stuff in this internship kind of reminds me of middle school. In middle school some of the guys on my bus when they sat next to me or in the seat in front or behind me would make comments about how I talk so much and need to quit talking. Apparently regardless of age certain jokes about quiet people need to be made. I’m pretty sure the middle schoolers and the people today said the exact same thing.
• Based on these last two days I definately need to get over this whole quiet thing. Either that or continue to feel slightly awkward around people. Regardless though I probably will.

Dear barbie, you’re awesome.

And I don’t mean that in a joking way. A lot of people don’t like you because of the way you look. When I was younger my sister and I had a lot of barbies. At first I must not have liked them much or something because I would always pull the head off of my sisters barbies. Once I liked them I stopped doing that. One thing I never thought when playing with barbies was that I wanted to look like her. If there was anyone I wanted to look like and be it would probably have been one of the Disney princesses. Actually, I never wanted to be any of them. To me and my little however old I was brain barbie was just another thing for me to play with and make up stories. Every year for Christmas my mom buys me the holiday barbie. I always know I’m getting it but I still like it. The only difference between now and when I was younger is that.. Umm. I’m not actually sure what the difference is in how I see the holiday barbies because I always thought they were nice to have. The only problem is that I don’t know where to keep them. Right now I have a box of them in the basement and a few in my closet. I think I will need to start a new box. Anyways, barbie you’re awesome and you don’t need to be fatter and different looking because you are awesome.

Happy Birthday Barbie!!!

A whole bunch of stuff you probably never wanted to know.

Can’t sleep in a room that is completely dark.

Could live without a tv.

Likes the taste of meat, but the thought of eating dead animals keeps me from eating any.

Prefers wrapping myself up in a blanket to putting on a sweatshirt.

Spends way too much time on my computer.

Taking pictures is better then being in them.

Wears patterned colorful socks. Almost never plain white ones.

When I brush my teeth I start at the left (then front, right, bottom right, bottom left, top right, top left)

Wicked is by far the best musical ever. Everyone should see it. Listening to the music makes me happy. I would love to see it again.

Would rather go to a dressy super fun Christmas party than a New Years party.

I want next weekend to happen.

However the world and like everything doesn’t seem to want it to. Not really.. I’m kind of dramatic.

Also, B if you happen to stumble upon this please don’t read it. I would kind of totally die a little if you did. If you do read it then don’t tell me or say anything.

So if you want to know about next weekend you could always read this. If you don’t want to do that here is the quickie version: I like B. B maybe likes me. (He has to right? Why would someone be willing to drive a total of 4ish hours so that someone could visit them for a weekend?) He asked if I wanted to go to Terre Haute next weekend. I said yes. Also, that is basically what the post I linked to is like except with less omgs and squeaks and capitalized words. Basically this was the quickie less obnoxious looking version. Or, less like a 13 year old wrote it.

Have I started checking weatherchannel.com way too often to see what the weather will look like next weekend? Yup. I’m not going to say how often I have checked it, but it has been way too much. At first it just said some snow on Thursday and then none on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. Now?  Snow: Thursday Friday Saturday. Cloudy: Sunday. Ergh.

My body has decided hey why should something that should be happening every few weeks consistently have to happen consistently. Who cares about the fact that she likes him and doesn’t want to feel like ripping out her uterus while she sees him? Not me. It likes happening whenever it feels like it. Before I thought hey I have until spring break to like how I look. Now, thanks to my body hating me and waiting more than 4 weeks for it to happen and also of course the week right before I maybe see him I feel like I look really blagh. Plus. I care way too much about what people think of me and I cannot look bad if I am staying at his apartment for the weekend. He has 3 roomates. I cannot look bad. (Totally shouldn’t matter. Yes, I’m dramatic. My whole family is.)

The world is ending. No it’s not. Yes it is. Ergh. (Hmm… I think that is the first time I have written out an argument with myself on here.)

Oh I did go shopping and this makes me feel kind of good. I had a gift card that I got from my sister for Christmas to Gap. I told her I needed new jeans and on the card she wrote “For Jeans”. I bought some really cute skinny jeans. They are a good length and my butt looks good in them. I like never like my butt so yay for these pants. Even though I feel all fat and blagh guess what size they were? 6! That made me feel a little better. (And I know it shouldn’t matter, but I kind of like being a size 6 so I think I will buy all of my pants from there since at other places I sometimes wear like a 9 or 11. Ick.)