Spiders. They're scary.

So yesterday, I opened a cabinet thing in my bathroom and a GIANT spider fell on my arm. Uhm, I'm not really afraid of alot of things. But spiders....they're just not okay. I despise them. They are evil. They want to kill me and that's the only reason they were put on this earth. Death and destruction. Now, I must say, Daddy Long Leg spiders don't scare me. At all. Idk why. They just don't. But this was NOT a daddy long legs! This spider was big, and black, and freaky, and gross and....ugh. it was just disturbing. Anyway, I almost died. But I'm okay now. Which is good. So... yeah.




Bye :)

Music. Muuusic. MUUUSIC.

So I love my iPod, but I despise paying for songs on iTunes. That's why when people buy me iTunes gift cards, I become a very happy person :) Now, I USED to use Limewire, before it was lame and decided to get a lawsuit put against it. DUMB. Now I use Frostwire. Which, I must say, is NOT as good as Limewire, but at least I can get free music. Anyway, I got an iTunes gift card yesterday. Which is super exciting. Just saying. Music is flippen great. I just wish it wasn't so expensiiive!

Tucker Max. Yep...

 

Well. It's time. Time to talk about Tucker Max. If you haven't heard of him, I understand. But if you have, you know why this post is kind of super important. There are many....many people who would say that Tucker Max is the biggest jerk on the planet. And they're correct. The book "I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell" was written by Tucker, and later made into a movie. Many people also believe that Tucker is fake. He isn't. He's a real person. Here's some information about him. 

Height: 6’0″
Weight: 180 lbs
Hometown: Lexington, KY
Current Residence: Austin, TX
High School: Blair Academy, ’95
College: The University of Chicago (BA ’98).
Graduate School: Duke Law School (JD, ’01).  

Marital Status: Single.

Basically, Tucker Max is legit. His first book is literally all about his..well...experiences with women, and  his life in general. Let me tell you something about Tucker. He has no filter. At all. He is rude, uncaring, unkind, selfish, and disrespectful. tucker literally cares about no one but himself, and his dog. He cares nothing about a woman's mind or her personality. He just wants her to be pretty. Simple as that. But for some reason, women make it their goal to be with him. Don't ask me why. It's like a rite of passage or something.

Now, although I don't think too highly of Tucker, I must admit, that when you're in a very bad mood, and you need something to cheer you up, Tuckers book does the trick, and then some. It's hilarious. Seriously, it's one of the easiest books I've ever read because it's so funny. His second book, "A**holes Finish First" is also hilarious, and written in Tuckers trademark, rude and vulgar script.

If you haven't read any of Tucker's Books, I suggest you do. They're actually a pretty good read. Just don't think that you can read them to children, parents, teachers, grandparents, supervisors, or anyone else of authority or innocence.

Last but not least, I want to make it perfectly clear that I do not in any way hate Tucker Max. While I don't agree with his behavior toward women, I do admire him for living a life that makes him happy, instead of just pretending like 95% of the population does. I don't think he's a player. I don't think he's stupid in any way shape or form. And I don't understand why anyone would think that anyway. Tucker Max is becoming a legend. And what that means of the minds of our youth is beyond me... But I will say this, he's real. And he doesn't sugar coat anything. Which is refreshing, and all in all...I think Tucker has a heart. He will eventually settle down, get married, and have children. He's said so himself. Yet, I don't think a woman should make it her goal in life to be his wife. If he's that interested, he'll pursue her. Not the opposite.

 

Summmmaaaa! :)

Uh, has anyone noticed how completely bi-polar the weather has been this year!?!?!?! It's hot, then it's freezing, then it's hot, then it's rainy, then it's rainy, then it snows?, then it's hot, then its freezing....then it rains again. WHAT THE HECK MOTHER NATURE. It would be just lovely if you would make up your mind. No offense or anything, but you have problems. Maybe you've just had a bad year. Maybe you're tired of always being in charge of the weather. Mayyyybe you just want a break. Alas! I have a solution that I believe will make you, and many other people of the world very happy. SUMMER. Ohh, summer :) You could just make the rest of 2011 a summer season, and it would be fine with me. You get a break, we get warmth. Win, win :)

Weird Facts About Cheese! CHEEEEEEEEESE. Cheese.

 

• America is the top producer of cheese in the world, with Wisconsin and California leading the way.

• Limburger cheese is notorious for its strong and generally unpleasant odor. The bacteria known as brevibacterium linens causes this. It is found on human skin and is partially responsible for body odor.

• What appears to be the remains of cheese has been found in Egyptian tombs over 4,000 years old!

• All cheese rinds are edible. Even the wax and foil ones.

• Traditional mozzarella (mozzarella di bufala) is made from water buffalo milk.

• There are nearly 2,000 different types of cheese.

I realize I don't have very many cheese facts....sorry.

BUTTT, cheese is cheese. 

So...

yeah.

Sorry.

 

ACT'S

Uh, so. I'm freaking out. ACT's aren't far away AT ALL, and I'm definitely not ready. I'm terrified. Honestly. Seriously, why on earth is your entire future of schooling determined by ONE test? Some people are super smart, but are absolutely terrible test takers. I just don't understand why the government feels they should put so much pressure into one test. It's ridiculous. And I'm sooooo scared. if I do horribly...omg. OMG. I'll probably cry. Yeah, I'll cry. Don't judge me. Anyway, if you have any tips or anything about the stupid ACT's, hit me up pleasee.

BLOGGING.

Hello, hello! :) So I've realized that I've been slacking on the whole "blogging" thing. It's actually kind of difficult to think of things to write about all the time. I never realized that before. I should just make a list of all my blogs to come. Maybe that would help me in the future. Well, here it goes..

• ACT's?
• CP Algebra 2 and how it's ruining my life
• Weird/Interesting Facts about cheese
• Summer
• Tucker Max...yeah. Read this one for suuuure. 

So I think that's good for now... Happy Blogging! :)

Pinky Promises :)

First of all, I would just like to say hello :) I hope everyone had a good weekend and will have a good week :) Plus, I'm writing in purple because i feel like it. And it's pretty, and black is boring me at the moment. So yeah. Annnnd nooowwwww we are going to talk abouuttttttt...... pinky promises! Pinky promises: the worlds strongest promise. When you pinky promise, it's a lifetime promise! And crossing your fingers does not count. Today during history, we played the red dot game (which was actually super hilarious and fun) and Charley was like, "Dude, I pinky promise on our friendship that I'm so not a red dot." So I was all, "Okay man, I believe you. I mean it is a pinky promise." And guess what.....she was a red dot. Blasphemy.

Jk, it's all good. Charley's still awesome, and we're still friends. Cuz, well... duh. It's a game. But forreal, the pinky promise is and should always be legit! :)

Well, Alyssa's mad. So let's have a little talk about judgement...

So a couple of the Junior boys, I will refrain from mentioning any names, made a "List" today. It's a list rating all of the girls in our school by their physical appearance...5 being the highest. Honestly, this blog is just a way to get my anger out...so if you don't want to read a bunch of rambling on...I suggest you leave this page. Because it's seriously makes me mad that people would do that. I mean really? You're going to rate people by the way they look? Girls go out and starve themselves, cut themselves, even kill themselves because they feel that they don't fit into what society sees as "pretty." That's complete crap. Every single person on this planet is different. Even twins. Everyone is different. And the fact that you don't look the same as everyone else is WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL. That is beauty. THAT is called being unique. Don't judge people by what they look like on the outside. Is that not one of the main lessons we've learned since we were five? Don't judge a book by it's cover. And the thing that makes me really mad is the fact that these people are my friends...and I'm on the list. I realize it's dumb to get so angry over something so childish, but it just makes me sooooo mad. Omg. I mean, I left my lunch table today. I didn't even sit with them. It just frustrates me so much that people can be so cruel. And they think it makes them look cool? 

       NEWSFLASH:   It's doesn't make you look cool. You look like immature idiots who can't hold onto your own relationships anyway. Think about how you're making people feel, and who you are affecting. Think about how you would feel if people started pointing out YOUR flaws. Stop judging people by the way they look and worry about your own lives. Grow up.

Children.

Kids are cool. They say random stuff at the best times, and the great thing is, they don't even realize it. I love how kids can make a horrible situation into a positive one. Their misunderstanding of the world is what makes them so innocent. If you asked a 5 year old what war is, they would probably say a type of food, or a new Barbie. It just amazes me how things change. I mean, I remember when I had no idea what hatred was. I didn't know fear, or war, or death. Everything was just there. It just was. Nothing was negative. And my mind didn't think about anything further in the future than the present. I miss that. I guess what I'm trying to say, is kids are great. They don't even have to try. Because to them, everything is great.

So I've Realized...

Heardddd that.

I despise taking the cart to the little cart box thing at Wal-Mart. Especially when it's cold. I wish I could just leave it there, sitting by the car. But I always get mad when someone takes a good parking spot by doing that. It would be cool if I could just roll the cart into the cart box thingy as I'm driving by. That would be pretty epic. I just really don't like pushing them in the parking lot. It tickles my hands because of how bumpy the road is on the wheels, and I always have to wait for a car to pass before I can awkwardly push the cart across the road, hoping nobody runs me over, and put it in the little cart box thingy. I don't know. It's just one of those things I wish I didn't have to do.

Boo The Kitten :)

Boo the day we got her :) 6 months olddd.

    

So in October I got a kitten. Her name is Boo, and I love her. Mhm. Apparently white cats are lucky? Pretty neat. She's kind of rude sometimes. She punches people. In the face. Actually, she just punches me. No big deal. But she's definitely cute. She's just a little ball of fluff. And she's quite modest. She won't go to the bathroom if you're in the room with her. Seriously. If you walk in and she's doing her business she will literally start meowing at you, and get all shy, then just stop doing her business until you walk out. THAT'S bladder control. She also knows how to climb curtains. Which isn't a good thing, but it's pretty cool. I call her Spider Cat allllll the time. I love her :) The end.

History...Oh History.

  
So I've realized that Neubaums World War II test was only made to make people realize that evil comes in all forms.  Test. Essay. Neubaum. Hand cramps. Brain cramps. Lead Smudges. The clock. Neubaum.. All evil. Seriously. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love history. It's actually one of my favorite classes. And Mr. Neubaum is a really good teacher (don't tell him I said that). But that test was ridiculously difficult and my entire arm is numb from writing the essay. I'm just glad it's over. I feel like the final is going to feel like nothing compared to that. My goodness.

Valentine's Day :)

Hello, hello! It's Valentine's Dayyy :) I remember when I was little, I thought it was "Valentimes Day." Awh. Such innocence. I'm not the biggest fan of this day, but I must say it's nice to get flowers and candy and cards. Yup. Anyway, I just wanted to wish everyone a very happy Valentine's Day! :)

I wish....

I wish I knew a topic to talk about. But I don't. Honestly, it's tragic that there are like 3 gazillion words and topics to talk about...but I can't think of one. So I'm just going to ramble on about nothing. Wait, no. I'm going to talk about tongue tattoos. Did you know you can actually get them? Weird, right? I feel like it would hurt. ALOT. And I feel like I wouldn't be able to keep my tongue still for that long. It would be weird. I wonder if your taste buds could be affected... maybe I'll Google it. Oh! Speaking of Google. Did you know it's amazing? Yeah. It is. Just saying.
 

Dear Summer,

So I don't know about all of you, but I want summer to be here....now. I miss it. So, so much. I miss the sun, and warm, and swimming, and seeing trees with leaves on it, and not living in an icicle....yeah, especially that one. I just miss summer, OK. And when it finally comes, and it's hot, I will complain that it's too hot, but deep down, I'll be content. So dear summer.....PLEASE come early. Sincerely, Me :)

Smoking. It's Gross.

Please Excuse the Bad Quality.

Yesterday, I was in the car with my mom and my boyfriend who BOTH smoke. Needless to say, I was seconds away from lung cancer when one of the finally decided to roll down a window. For years I have been trying to talk my mom into quitting, but she's never really had the drive to do so. I asked her why she even started smoking in the first place, and she replied, "I was young, and dumb. It was just something to calm my nerves and pass the time." This got me thinking... it she knew it was dumb to smoke, why would she? And then I asked my boyfriend why HE decided to start smoking, and he answered "It just gives me something to do." I don't understand why people smoke. It's absolutely horrible for you, and it can't taste good. Also, it smells horrible. So why do it? I hate that the people I love the most are killing themselves for "something to do." And on top of that, it's dangerous for me.  Second-hand smoke can kill you just as easily as smoking for yourself can. So here's my advice... when you are bored, and want something to do... stay away from the cancer stick. Go for a walk, a run, swim, hang out with your friends. Do something positive. Don't kill yourself for a few minutes of "down time."

Welcome To Armstrong..

R.I.P

Can anyone tell me WHY there was...(is?) a raccoon in the middle of the road, directly in front of the school? Seriously. Everyday, I have to walk around that disgusting, rotting carcass and and think....hm. Only in Armstrong would a dead raccoon be randomly lying in the road.  and the worst part of it is... I feel like I'm going to see in on top of a car soon. Or possibly I'll see poor Mister Coon used as a hood ornament. Or maybe... just maybe... someone will hide it in Miss Streets room.  <-- Probably that one.  Either way, it's gross, and definitely not what I wanted to see when I got back from Christmas Break. Welcome back to Armstrong kids! :)