The Way I See It #2

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I think we all have people like this in our lives, no matter how well you know them: those people who just radiate happiness and optimism and energy.

Today, I had musical rehearsal. And guys, I have really been complaining about musical lately. Practices are going longer and becoming more frequent. I am bored, and have things to worry about and take care of outside of Drama Lecture Hall.
And I'm not the only one. Attitude has definitely been worsening throughout the cast. So after practice today, we had a cast-member instated meeting, about all the negativity and laziness (really poor attendance across the board). We were talking about cheering up and committing energy into musical again.
About halfway through, Becca -who is one of those people who are so wonderful and energetic, and who has been so friendly to me, even when I am so quiet and reserved- speaks up and says that musical has been the most stressful thing in her life lately, and the last few practices she has wanted to cry because there is such negativity and disrespect. She had tears in her eyes.
I cried, and after the meeting was adjourned, I went up to her, and she was crying and even though I had something to say, I couldn't say it through the sudden tears I had. What a wonderful person! She gave me one of the best, most genuine hugs I've ever had. I didn't need to say anything, but I told her anyway, through tears: "Thank you for always being so nice to me." I am crying again, writing about it. I needed to tell you all this, so that you could truly grasp what my quote is, this time.

"Give your love first to the people who are kind and happy towards you. They try so hard, and even if they don't need it the most, they sure deserve it the most."
-Heidi Rose Krill

I Again Have Faith in the Human Race

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So, spurred by my new realization that I will never have an awesomely fit physique without real effort, and by those stupid "Best Celebrity Beach Bodies" shows on VH1, I went to self.com, looked up a workout, and stepped out the door. Walky to warm up, and then joggy, joggy, joggy.
(Not nearly as fabulously as the person pictured above, and in fact I was jogging on the side of a road)

Well, I was about 20minutes into my jog, when like a clumsy fool, my ankle [I'm actually sure my ankle's thought process was this: "Wow, this is boring. I wish it would stop. Time to mix things up!"] bent in the wrong direction and I fell to the gavel-ly roadside. My ankle was in super pain. So I removed my shoe, sat down on the ground, and held my foot in the least painful position until I felt good enough to test out it's walking abilities. Mind you, I was quite a walk from my house, and that would have been a long hobble home.
Lo and behold, while I am sitting on the roadside looking like a weirdo, the second car to pass me stops and backs up.

"Are you okay?" a girl's voice called from the driver's seat.
I replied something like, yeah, I just fell and hurt my ankle.
"Are you sure? Do you want a ride?"
Umm... yes.

I was pretty embarrassed, and very grateful to this girl, who out of pure goodness decided to stop and see if the random person sitting on the side of the road and holding her knee was alright. When I got in the car, she said she didn't have any napkins. I thought, 'Um.. I guess you didn't hear me say I hurt my ankle? It's not really an open wound.' When we got under some streetlights, however, multiple things happened at once: I put my hand on my knee, looked down, and felt something wet. My knee was bleeding and I hadn't even noticed. (Don't worry guys, just an abrasion)

And so she dropped me off at the house, and told me she hopes my knees gets better.

So here is a huge thank you to Becky, a junior who was going home from Golf practice, when she noticed I might be hurt, and stopped to help. When I can drive, and if I see someone who might need help, I will stop to ask them. :)

Local Bear Falls To Sudden Death: Daily News Takes You Behind the Caution Line

Note to readers: The following is completely a joke, and should not be taken as a sick twist to my humor. I did not just think this up: I saw this teddy bear fall, and thought it was funny and ironic. Keep reading for further explanation.


BEFORE THE ACCIDENT Pictured above, Mr Bear can be seen enjoying a good book, a favored pass-time of his.
[photo contributed by victim's family]

"He had his whole life ahead of him," one family friend managed to comment through tears, "No one could have guessed this would happen." And indeed, there were no precursors to the devastating accident. Mr Bear was an amiable bear, and was not known to have any enemies. However the suspicion of foul play is still under debate, as the investigation has yet to conclude.

THE SCENE After a thorough sweep of the area, police were able to conclude that Mr Bear was in his bedroom - specifically on the top bunk - when something caused him to fall.

This reporter dug deeper to uncover more. The top investigator on the case gave us the dirt: "Truthfully, the fall wouldn't be what caused the death. A strong man like this may have become seriously injured, but fatality was not likely." So what did it? After examining the body, it was clear to all that Mr Bear died of a fatal blow to the neck. As can be seen in the photograph above, there was a compact fridge placed next to the bunks at the time of the accident. Police put two and two together: "...so [Mr Bear] fell from the same end of the bed, falling directly into the edge of the mini-fridge." It was only after this deadly blow that Mr Bear landed on his side, in the position now outlined in police tape. Unfortunately for Mr Bear, he was alone when the accident occurred. Members of the victim's family had no comments to make on this subject. For now, the case continues.

Thanks a Latte!

It started last night when I actively (or in this case, inactively) decided not to set my alarm. This is a lesson that I never seem to learn: Without an alarm to wake me up, I do not wake up when a normal human should. For some reason I continue to suffer from the delusion that I will naturally wake up after 8-9 hours of sleep instead of the more realistic 12 hours I usually take.

SO! In the 10th hour of my snore fest, I was awakened by Amy at my door (I was really half-awake and just unwilling to get out of bed) and the moment she called my name, I yelled (as much as a half-asleep drone can), "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Only slowly, and like I was being called to the other side. I sat up in my bed and after a very intense moment of us not moving...

Amy: "Do you want to go to the coffee shop?"

Me: "....Okay."

Yay for Cherry Almond Lattes. Or any kind of latte for that matter. Afterwards, I took the cute little cups and turned them into little cup-banks for coffee money. One for Amy and one for me. I love being creative, and I'm becoming more prone to it, which is extra good. What do you think?

What was something creative you did recently?

A Fancy Dinner Out

It started with a hungry belly and the thought, 'I should probably eat something about now.' So I looked around the kitchen. Cereal. Hardly any milk [and only because Danny left behind his 1/2 gallon of 2%]. Few eggs. Frozen chicken [which moma tongue lashed me for thinking of eating]. I am not about to eat eggs - again - without having any cheese or anything to go with it.
So a couple of days ago, Daddy came up to me and asked me how I was. I said 'fine'. He gave me a dollar. He said 'Now you're better.' I thought it was silly at the time, but now I was glad it had happened. I CAN USE THAT DOLLAR TO BUY A MUFFIN FROM THE GAS STATION. Cool.
I walked to STOP-N-GO, the nearest gas station and as soon as I looked in, I realized that Kwik Trip is the one that has the muffins. Okay, so I walked to Kwik Trip which isn't exactly close because hey, I was determined to eat something worth my $1.
Once I got to Kwik Trip, I went right over to the muffins. $1.19. What? I don't have 19 cents! They did have an appealing 12oz. Berry Vanilla Cappuccino for 99 cents. But I didn't want a beverage. I craved some sustenance. Hmn..
So at McDonalds, the guy at the register was someone I had known as a senior when I was a freshman. He asked what I wanted and I said, "Well, I'd like a McDouble, but I only have a dollar and a penny." [by the way, I had found the penny on the road while I had been walking] Without changing his expression he said, "Go home." A very serious second passed. "No, I'm just kidding. That'll be $1.06," I handed him my dollar and penny. "...about." I guess I looked a little unsure because he said, "I'm not evil you know." When I asked for a cup for water, he gave me a paper cup so I could get soda if I wanted. I was so happy!
I walked back home and sat down at the computer to write about it while I took the first bite of my dinner. Delicious. I definitely appreciate this more than anything else.

How I First Became a Coffee Lover

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Well, it all started a couple years ago when I was best friends with Steffanie Maher. We used to walk to STOP-N-GO and buy some cheap cappuccino. I favored the French Vanilla, and would sip at it sparingly as we walked back to her house. Once there, I would typically put it in her fridge and leave it there. Then after watching a movie or two, Steff would fall asleep, I would step silently over to the fridge, grab my now cold beverage, turn on her Mac laptop, and stay up for hours. Ah, it was so refreshing; I connect good feelings to cappuccino still. I remember one particular night in January, I was reading a story online or posting to my livejournal, when I looked out the glass patio door to my left. The sky was a dim navy (Think 5am in January) and there was snow piled up a foot high on their patio including on its table and separate chairs. It was so serene, and I just paused to take in how beautiful it was. Before anyone had walked out and broken into the perfectly smooth blanket of snow. I took another drink of my cool cappuccino (which by the way tastes much better than hot cappuccino and won't disable your taste buds) and went back to my reading.
Around that time, I also tried some drinks at Perc Place, and Katie (my oldest sista) would offer me coffee around the house. Of course, I took the coffee Katie offered me because hey, I wanted to have something in common with her. Well, the caffeine hooked me. I loved that freshly brewed coffee smell, and the feeling of being more like my sister [you know, "cooler"]. Soon enough, I became a coffee devotee. I bought coffee and cappuccino from the local grocery store, drank it occasionally with my grandma, and soon I was the one trying to convince younger siblings to try coffee.
After I got my braces off, I became more conservative in my coffee habits ("I don't want to stain my teeth!"), and drank it less and less often. Now, I think I've got it to a good balance (somewhat...) and even if I'm not enjoying a daily cup of cardboard (haha, Lilly), I still enjoy a mug now and then.