Never gonna give you up

Cyberspacers please tell me that at least one of you watched the Macy's thanksgiving day parade yesterday.



RickRolled by Foster's home for imaginary friends, I love Fosters so much.

Other than that amazing little bit the only highlight to my weekend was seeing the new baby. That baby is the cutest child I have seen in a long time, I took a whole roll of film in about an hour of mainly just him lying there and fidgeting, he wasn't even really awake. I consumed large amounts of turkey and relaxed, it was good, but mostly uneventful. Soon as long as it's okay with my aunt and uncle I will probably post more photos of the baby, but otherwise, things were boring, it was nice.

So cyberspace, how was your turkey day weekend?

Dude, you got a disease.

I'm sorry cyberspace for such a large gap in my posts.  Lately there has been a lot going on for me outside of school and despite the fact that I do get a free hour to write to all of you every morning my thoughts, let alone my heart, has not been there to provide the insight into my scattered mind.

Today's post is titled "Dude, you got a disease." for multiple reasons.  Part of it has to do with the fact that I currently really want to watch School Of Rock for what would probably be something around the thirtieth time I've seen the movie.  However, that is more of a thought than the actual reason. 

Now in order to understand what I'm going to say next I'm going to have to let you in on a few more of my scattered thoughts.  I am flat out a very moody person.  I have tendencies to change my mind in a moment, be crabby one minute and little miss sunshine the next, and even at times I am guilty of committing acts of violence towards my own friends.  Due to these actions and a few more thoughts that at this time I am not comfortable with the general public knowing, my mother decided that a psych "evaluation" might be a good idea. This was a little over a month ago now.  At that point the psych decided that it would probably be a good idea for me to go on a mood stabilizer, which I am currently taking, and to get a Vitamin D test.

After getting the Vitamin D test taken a little over a week ago, my mother received a call from the psych again.  As it turns out, I am so Vitamin D deficient that it's actually a disease.  Starting at some point soon I will be taking 100,000 mg of Vitamin D a week, the supplements to bring me back up to a more realistic level, ease muscle and bone pain, and actually even out my mood as well .  So yes, dude, I got a disease, that's all caused by not being out in the sun enough.

This has also gotten my mother and I thinking.  How much of our current population is Vitamin D deficient? The majority of people are spending much more of their lives inside than they had even as little as 10 years ago.  When I was in elementary school I was probably outside for at least an hour daily during the school year and during the summer at least five probably.  Now, ten years later, you'd probably be lucky to catch me outside for the majority of the school year unless I'm in the middle of a commute and during the summer the hours are much less frequent and shorter as well than in previous years.

So what do you think Cyberspace? How Vitamin D low do you think our general population is? Why?

I'm not researching today

Good morning cyberspacers.

I'd like to start this morning with an apology to all of you and my teacher Becky. I'm sorry for not beginning the writing of my research on tuesday, and not writing anything yesterday, and I regret to inform you all that I will not be beginning the writing today either so none of you will be able to learn about the creepy world of BJDs, I will eventually teach all of you about this entertaining, but sometimes insane hobby. However, I need to spend this morning venting from the past few days.

I fight with my mother on a rather regular basis, actually an almost daily basis, but yesterday morning really just sucked ass. Before I had even been awake for ten minutes the woman was telling me to find another place to live since when I turn eighteen she's basically going to kick me out. It's all due to the fact that she thinks I'm not trying hard enough to do my school work and that I'm on the phone too much.

At 17 studies show that you are scientifically supposed to get somewhere between eight and ten hours a night. However, as any teenager and the majority of the adult population knows, that is as likely to happen as a baby speaking coherently within three months after it is born. Despite this common knowledge my mother tries to hold me to that type of sleep schedule.

The current major wrench in this ideal is the fact that for the past six nights I have been on the phone for at least an hour with one of my friends. I'm not even to go into the dynamics of that relationship because it is practically irrelevant to the nature of this post. Anyway, I'm on the phone for extended periods of time, usually doing things that need to get done as I talk, and my mother is yelling at me purely for the fact that I am on the phone when she believes that I should be asleep.

My question for you cyberspace is whether or not you believe her yelling is founded in something real, or just an over dramatized accusation and dislike of a common teenage ideal.

Total freakout

THIS BLOG IS BEING ADDED AFTER THE ACTUAL DAY IT IS BASED ON.


Today the underclassmen, that is students that are in lower grades than me, are "testing". I seriously HATE standardized testing. If it is the type where you have a test book and are given an unlimited amount of time, I'm usually okay, but once you add the variables of a computer or a limited amount of time onto the test I start freaking out. I start feeling like if I don't do this right I'm going to fail and never amount to anything. With the computer tests I traditionally score rather above average, about twenty to thirty points with the last one I took actually, but with the timed tests I tend to do pathetically on them, I get so bogged down while freaking out that I can't think about anything but that. It's not like we need these tests anyway, for me instead of measuring what we know, it just measures our ability to memorize everything we learn in our classes. Any standardized testing makes me think that the system of education we have doesn't measure our intelligence, in any form that it may be, but it measures how well we memorize. It doesn't tell you if a student is having problems in a class, or if a teacher isn't the best, it just measures whether or not we can memorize, and truthfully, when are we going to use the majority of this knowledge after we're done with school anyway?

So cyberspace, what do you think about the standardized testing system, is it valid or does it just show us that some students memorize or are getting a better education than those who score lower?

Oh wow... I'm a big dork

I have an actual assignment for this class today cyberspace.

Okay so, as I said earlier in my blog I am partially writing this blog for a class. In a new assignment we have had to find five regularly updated blogs that we think we like and would read on a regular basis. In finding these blogs I has basically come to the conclusion that my god am I a gigantic dork. After reading what blogs I've chosen you'll completely understand why I say this.

If you have looked at the links in my side menu previous to this post ((After this post I will be linking all the blogs I have decided to mention in this entry there as well)) you would have seen a link for one of my favorite webcomics by the title of Thorn. After doing some wandering throughout the site I was able to find that the author keeps a blog as well. My Blue Sky as the blog is titled essentially is a jumble of drawings that aren't part of the webcomic that she has created. The woman used to work with pixar and disney and she writes a webcomic about a little girl taking over the world, how could it not be entertaining.

I also craft. It isn't a matter of knitting, or crocheting, or sewing, I just flat out craft, it's what I do. So it's relatively a given that somewhere within this jumble I would have a crafting blog in some shape or form. Chic Knits on that front is pretty damn great. Free Yarn on fridays and usually beautifully created items otherwise is pretty nice.

With this I thought I had actually redeemed myself from the blackhole that is my world due to the fact that culture is an amazingly interesting thing no matter the location on the globe. However, after thinking about it a little bit more, I have come to terms with the fact that this is yet another blog about what is happening in Japan. On a side note however, this blog is more so about awesome technology advancements, like the post about now being able to play guitar hero on your cellphone, and really interesting things that are coming out with their culture than the other little niche things that the majority of the other blogs I'm reading focus on.

Hello Kitty Hell is one of the most amazing yet truly disturbing websites I have ever run across. Written by a married man the blog talks about all the disturbing thing he runs into while his wife runs a profitable business, that he encouraged based solely on the sale of Hello Kitty merchandise.Growing up with as much Hello Kitty as I have, and still owning the majority of the items I have had since then, and being a teenager I love to see the sick and twisted things that the icons of my childhood have created.

Here is when I truly realized what a big dork I actually am. Now to actually get to the blog section of her website you need to go over to the pretty little menu bar on the left and click blog. I've own the singular book, that is actually a manga about her adventures on her first trip to Japan, that this woman has written and read her articles in Haute Doll in every issue so to me she's pretty cool. Although the blog is mainly photographs of her cosplay and the phenomena of BJDs with very short captions it's pretty cool to know a little bit more about what happens in her life on a day to day basis.

This brings me back to the assignment I have for this week. I have to pick one topic and each day write a little bit more concerning that idea. This week, my lovely cyberspace readers, if you don't know about them already will be learning about BJDs, also known as Asian Ball-Jointed Dolls, and even once in a while, "those creepy dolls from Japan."

Thoughts to live by...

Good morning again cyberspace, it's the weather sucky today?

At one point last year I was beginning to feel under a lot of stress from my teachers pushing me work to what they believed to be my full potential. When I questioned one of the teachers that was supplying the pressure why couldn't it be less he told me this: "If they stop pushing you to win they've stopped caring." Not only did this make me confused it made me think a lot. What is going through the minds of the people that are just waiting for you to fail? And, what is going through the minds of the people that are really just wanting you to be the best person you can ever be?

The obvious thought that always comes to mind when you're thinking about the people that are wanting you to fail is that they care so much about being better than you that they have to do something to make you feel inferior to themselves. Maybe it's the opposite, they care so little that they automatically assume they're better.

Ponder over that cyberspace, what's your conclusion?

Pain

Good morning cyberspace.

I'm sorry if I type slowly or at times incorrectly today, but not only am I using a much wider keyboard than I'm used to, but I also woke up this morning with a shooting pain traversing up and down my left arm, typing isn't as easy when you're trying to lose your left hand less than always in order to not stress the pain. This pain has made me think.

This isn't the worst pain I've ever been in,but it isn't as if this feeling is pleasant. I have never felt the pain of breaking a bone or many of the things that usually happen to most people by my age, but it isn't as if I haven't felt pain.

Last summer I had a highly painful sunburn. I couldn't sleep, I had ice packs on me since early in the afternoon and by eleven at night the ice packs were still warm within half an hour. At that point my mother and I proceeded to urgent care. We were told that this was the worst sunburn they had seen all summer. After having prescription lotion spread all over the sunburn I was told to take half a pill of vicodin and go to sleep. After that I proceeded to sleep for the next twelve hours. In the morning my body still hurt but it was a hell of a lot better than any of the pain that I had felt for the previous day.

The year before I had gone to the emergency room at midnight for dehydration. I had been sick for the previous week, I couldn't eat anything solid, I could hardly even keep the majority of liquids down. At that point my mother called our urgent care doctor and he told us that instead of waiting until the morning to take me to the doctor that I needed to go in now. I was so loopy that they put me in a wheelchair there then placed me in a hospital bed with very warm blankets and an IV drip where I proceeded to watch movies and eat popsicles for the next two hours. Despite how cruddy the experience sounds, it was actually pretty entertaining.

The pain in my arm is spreading into my head, time to go do something a little less taxing on my mental processes.

First Morning

This blog title was originally created two years ago when my world was turned upside down, sadly I was never able to use it due to the fact that with that world I was living in I didn't feel like my thoughts were safe from peering eyes. Two years later this is now being used for a class, my world is in a slightly more stable setting, but the thoughts that run through my mind are still those that occupied it two years ago. In short, my world may be complicated now, but I'm in a better place than I was then.

The place I'm in has made my friends into my whole world, they are the people that catch me when I'm crumbling and are the people that truly lift me up to where I feel like I belong. My family will always be my family, but I'm not going to lie and say that the deck I've been dealt is heavily in my favor, everyone has their own issues, and they are partially mine. They have been the cause of the majority of my problems, but also fix them when they can.

This blog was originally suggested by my mother due to the fact that after a boating accident that severely injured one of our relatives she started her own and it helped her with the issues she had at the time. While her blog was still active she had a good amount of readers, and was pretty happy with it, eventually though our family encountered new issues and she stopped and deleted the blog from the world of cyberspace entirely. Now in my world I hope to gain the comfort in my blog that she did in her own. So good morning all, welcome to the twisted place that I call home.