And made a tumblr.
;_; Sorry blogger.
10wastedminutes.tumblr.com
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
LET ME DO MY HOMEWORK PLZ.
MATH1000.
All of my assignments are done online.
The first thing I had to do was a "diagnostic test" just to make sure that my math skill was, you know, decent enough to be in calc class.
The way the teacher explained it made it seem optional. so I was like: I'll do it when I have time.
Then he was like: you need to do the diagnostic test to unlock your other assignments. Your first assignment is due monday. The assignment didn't seem hard either so I was like: I'll do them this weekend.
Last night I finished my Chem assignment, and I was bushed, so I played a bit of Lol and went to sleep early with Jordan.
I got up early to do my Math Diagnostic test and my assignment, only to find out the diagnostic test was 'due' yesterday.
I can't do it, and all my other assignments are locked because of that.
FML.
All of my assignments are done online.
The first thing I had to do was a "diagnostic test" just to make sure that my math skill was, you know, decent enough to be in calc class.
The way the teacher explained it made it seem optional. so I was like: I'll do it when I have time.
Then he was like: you need to do the diagnostic test to unlock your other assignments. Your first assignment is due monday. The assignment didn't seem hard either so I was like: I'll do them this weekend.
Last night I finished my Chem assignment, and I was bushed, so I played a bit of Lol and went to sleep early with Jordan.
I got up early to do my Math Diagnostic test and my assignment, only to find out the diagnostic test was 'due' yesterday.
I can't do it, and all my other assignments are locked because of that.
FML.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Dear Library kids.
Yes, you two little girls there, with the cornrows in your hair, one of you is wearing pink and is younger, the other is slightly older.
Please stop singing.
1. You're in a library, there is a reason we provided those headphones for you.
2. neither of you can sing. At least, not when you' half la-di-dahing along with your headphones in.
3. Your music is shitty.
4. You're both singing different songs.
5. Did I mention this is a library?
Please stop singing.
1. You're in a library, there is a reason we provided those headphones for you.
2. neither of you can sing. At least, not when you' half la-di-dahing along with your headphones in.
3. Your music is shitty.
4. You're both singing different songs.
5. Did I mention this is a library?
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Dear Ayaan Hirsi Ali,
I just finished reading your book: Infidel. I couldn't put it down. I read it on the bus, I read it at work when I wasn't supposed to, I read it standing up and walking down the sidewalk (Which, in truth, is not very wise).
As a young white woman who has grown up in Canada, your story both humbled, and deeply inspired me. I'm eighteen years old with an interest in politics, human rights, and the future of our world. Never before has something moved me this much in the direction of wanting to make a difference. Your book has made me think, even reconsider some of my attitudes on the multicultural policies that my own country hold.
I cannot thank you enough for sharing your story. I wish I could write more but there is so much that I don't know how to say. (And the chances of you reading this are pretty slim).
Inspired and sincerely,
Paige
As a young white woman who has grown up in Canada, your story both humbled, and deeply inspired me. I'm eighteen years old with an interest in politics, human rights, and the future of our world. Never before has something moved me this much in the direction of wanting to make a difference. Your book has made me think, even reconsider some of my attitudes on the multicultural policies that my own country hold.
I cannot thank you enough for sharing your story. I wish I could write more but there is so much that I don't know how to say. (And the chances of you reading this are pretty slim).
Inspired and sincerely,
Paige
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Cans
You can't close a can, so it carries a certain sense of urgency. You need to drink it before it spills, you need to drink it before you go anywhere. You can't take it on the bus and you can't leave it around your house because dust will settle into it or a fly might get in there and you wouldn't even be able to see it.
That's another problem with cans, you can't see through them. Someone could slip something in there and you wouldn't even know until you drank it. Hell, they could add a poison, and the poison could change the colour of the drink if it damn well wanted, but you wouldn't know, because it's in a can.
But cans are made out of aluminum, which is pretty sweet. So we'll deal.
(this is why I buy my energy drinks in the big cans, you know, with the tops on them. Not because I need that much energy drink, but because I can close it, and take it on the bus, and take it to work.
I guess I'm not only paying for more energy drink (Which I don't even need) but I'm also paying for the convince of the lid. I guess I'm getting screwed by the corporation.
And it tastes like taurine and ginseng. Delish)
That's another problem with cans, you can't see through them. Someone could slip something in there and you wouldn't even know until you drank it. Hell, they could add a poison, and the poison could change the colour of the drink if it damn well wanted, but you wouldn't know, because it's in a can.
But cans are made out of aluminum, which is pretty sweet. So we'll deal.
(this is why I buy my energy drinks in the big cans, you know, with the tops on them. Not because I need that much energy drink, but because I can close it, and take it on the bus, and take it to work.
I guess I'm not only paying for more energy drink (Which I don't even need) but I'm also paying for the convince of the lid. I guess I'm getting screwed by the corporation.
And it tastes like taurine and ginseng. Delish)
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Aw damn.
I'm also overheating so much that I have my fan pointed directly at my face, just so I don't melt.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Clear the registry
My laptop sucks a unbelievable amount.
It's got 1.6 GHz of processing fail
and two gigs of ram.
The screen is broken, so if I don't tighten the screws every few months, the plastic surrounding the monitor starts to come off and I can see the screen itself and it won't sit upright.
It's got 1.6 GHz of processing fail
and two gigs of ram.
The screen is broken, so if I don't tighten the screws every few months, the plastic surrounding the monitor starts to come off and I can see the screen itself and it won't sit upright.
But that's not the worst thing.
Sometimes, I'll be minding my own business, doing nothing at all, and it'll just freeze.
There's nothing I can do after this, my only option is to hold down the power button.
This happens so often, I find myself mashing the power button in anger.
The worst thing though, only happens during the summer. My laptop will get so hot, that it will overheat and completely shut down without warning. This only happens during the summer, though, so I know it's a temperature problem.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Second hole's the hardest.
I ran into an old classmate today, it was weird. It reminded me of junior high.
Usually getting reminded of junior high kinda sucks.
For all three years of my junior high career I was stuck with the same people, and for the most part, I was kind of an outsider.
Like, we were a really small class, and we pretended to be a little happy family, but I didn't know many of the people in my class very well at all. And some of them were just kinda, indifferent to me. But whatever, They were nice enough.
The girl I ran into today, however, is super nice, and talking with her was really nice too, it helped me remember the fun stuff about junior high.
The farther away I get from junior high, the more bitter and melancholy I get about it (Because we have that tendency to only think about the bad stuff) But seeing her today was really refreshing, it snapped me out of that "JUNIOR HIGH WAS BULLSHIIIP" mentality that has just been getting worse and worse.
Thanks Erica! : 3
Usually getting reminded of junior high kinda sucks.
For all three years of my junior high career I was stuck with the same people, and for the most part, I was kind of an outsider.
Like, we were a really small class, and we pretended to be a little happy family, but I didn't know many of the people in my class very well at all. And some of them were just kinda, indifferent to me. But whatever, They were nice enough.
The girl I ran into today, however, is super nice, and talking with her was really nice too, it helped me remember the fun stuff about junior high.
The farther away I get from junior high, the more bitter and melancholy I get about it (Because we have that tendency to only think about the bad stuff) But seeing her today was really refreshing, it snapped me out of that "JUNIOR HIGH WAS BULLSHIIIP" mentality that has just been getting worse and worse.
Thanks Erica! : 3
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Sarah Palin's facebook password
It's summer again, so I'm going to try to blog ERR-Y-DAY.
Except the weekends. I'm going to blog every weekday.
AND MAKE MONEY~
(I've already made 90 whole cents. HOLY SHIT. /sarcasm)
So, I work at the library right?
I put all the books away after you people return them.
Sometimes, books are arranged in funny ways
LIKE TODAY:
The fiction (Not-Real : DD ) books are arranged by author's last name.
Sometimes I'll get a really trashy author who's last name starts with the same three letters as a famous classic author (This may be deliberate, since most trashy author names are pseudonyms anyways)
AT ANYRATE:
Today I picked out a book called "Ravaged by a Viking"
Now, along with being completely historically inaccurate (the title should have read more like "Raped and Pillaged by a viking" amirtie?) This novel was obviously very very trashy.
They used the word 'ravaged', suuuuuper trashy.
Anyways, as it turns out, this novel goes right next to Charles dickens' classic novel: Great Expectations.
Buhahahhahahaheheh.
EDIT: Pics
Except the weekends. I'm going to blog every weekday.
AND MAKE MONEY~
(I've already made 90 whole cents. HOLY SHIT. /sarcasm)
So, I work at the library right?
I put all the books away after you people return them.
Sometimes, books are arranged in funny ways
LIKE TODAY:
The fiction (Not-Real : DD ) books are arranged by author's last name.
Sometimes I'll get a really trashy author who's last name starts with the same three letters as a famous classic author (This may be deliberate, since most trashy author names are pseudonyms anyways)
AT ANYRATE:
Today I picked out a book called "Ravaged by a Viking"
Now, along with being completely historically inaccurate (the title should have read more like "Raped and Pillaged by a viking" amirtie?) This novel was obviously very very trashy.
They used the word 'ravaged', suuuuuper trashy.
Anyways, as it turns out, this novel goes right next to Charles dickens' classic novel: Great Expectations.
Buhahahhahahaheheh.
EDIT: Pics
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Write
Why did I start writing?
I started writing after I heard her yell.
After the truth of her words rang in the room,
invoking silence.
Clear as a bell.
I remembered the things I since forgotten.
I remembered the words I had let go unspoken.
So why did I start writing?
Because in this universe I exsist
as the kind one.
The soft one.
The one that smiles and tries to get you to smile along.
The generous one who doesn't have money for long
and when everything is falling the one that stays strong.
The one who focuses on the good in everyone.
Everyone.
Everyone. is. wrong.
And in format of preformance
I. can say what I haven't said.
In the spaces between my words
The world can be adressed.
On top of the stage I can direct
my words at a single person and not be singled out.
So why do I write?
I write to say simple things like:
I HATE cell phones, don't ask for my number.
And
The god of my religion is a traffic cone.
And I write to be mean.
Because despite my inability to assert my authority
My failure to tell you how I think.
I still think.
I think that YOU need to knowledge that I exist sometimes so that I can contribute to the discussion.
and that YOU need to stop being so overly sexual and yet so obtuse.
I write to feel better.
I write not for you to remember but for me to forget.
To set my words in stone so that they may erode
and eventually be unreadable.
UNFINSHED
I started writing after I heard her yell.
After the truth of her words rang in the room,
invoking silence.
Clear as a bell.
I remembered the things I since forgotten.
I remembered the words I had let go unspoken.
So why did I start writing?
Because in this universe I exsist
as the kind one.
The soft one.
The one that smiles and tries to get you to smile along.
The generous one who doesn't have money for long
and when everything is falling the one that stays strong.
The one who focuses on the good in everyone.
Everyone.
Everyone. is. wrong.
And in format of preformance
I. can say what I haven't said.
In the spaces between my words
The world can be adressed.
On top of the stage I can direct
my words at a single person and not be singled out.
So why do I write?
I write to say simple things like:
I HATE cell phones, don't ask for my number.
And
The god of my religion is a traffic cone.
And I write to be mean.
Because despite my inability to assert my authority
My failure to tell you how I think.
I still think.
I think that YOU need to knowledge that I exist sometimes so that I can contribute to the discussion.
and that YOU need to stop being so overly sexual and yet so obtuse.
I write to feel better.
I write not for you to remember but for me to forget.
To set my words in stone so that they may erode
and eventually be unreadable.
UNFINSHED
Friday, May 6, 2011
April
Fuck it, I was busy.
Remind me to blog. Damnit.
Gotta fix my background.... /sigh.
Holy shit. It's may again.
Remind me to blog. Damnit.
Gotta fix my background.... /sigh.
Holy shit. It's may again.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Life as I may know it.
This is from my other blog, but I'm deleteing my other blog and moving it here.
A short story about a point in my life.
A short story about a point in my life.
I graduated the sixth grade with no friends, but I was twelve years old and that didn't bother me much. To be totally honest I thought I had friends, but I served no purpose to them except to give them someone to passively-agrressively make fun of or have run around for them. I worked tirelessly to gain their approval, even though somewhere I knew that they wanted to look good and date boys and "hang out" while I still wanted to play pretend and pokemon. Still, they were all I had, and I clung to them like glue as I graduated that day. We took pictures and laughed and smiled and reminisced about the "Good 'old times". Yeah, good my ass. The conversation went a lot like this:
"Remember when Camryn sneezed a big boogie onto the table in third grade?"
I laughed and pretended not to be embarrassed, like it was all in the past now.
"Yeah, that was almost a gross and funny as every time she blew her nose"
I again, waved my hand in a way that signified "That used to bother me everyday and make me feel like an outcast, but when you put it like that, it's hilarious" and smiled, determined to make the best of my big graduation day.
Despite my so called friends, my sixth grade graduation was a big deal. I was picked to sing our national anthem to open the ceremony. One by one I watched all the people I had grown up with get a diploma saying they'd succeeded. One kid from another class made a big deal of going up to get his piece of paper with a loud and enthusiastic "OH YEAHH!" but otherwise it was a typical event. I won an award for being an upstanding citizen and I looked like a sweet little girl in my pretty blue dress. I was confident that day.
I don't remember much about the summer that followed. I'm sure there was a flurry of "She's so grown up" and "Straight A's. How wonderful" and "She's looking like a lovely young lady." For the most part, I agreed, but looking back I was most certainly not blossoming into a lovely young lady. I was tall for a girl, with long gangly arms and legs, flyway frizzy hair that I was too lazy to figure out how to fix, like the rest of the girls my age, and teeth that screamed for braces. Not to mention my classic nerd glasses, but by then they had just become part of my face. I was acne less for a while, my one redeeming quality, but that wouldn't last long into junior high when puberty finally hit full force. I was over opinionated and loud, with a hate on for politicians, Christians, and anyone else who would tell me I didn't know everything. I would have been the most annoying thing in the neighborhood had it not been for the fact that I spent most of my time inside playing video games and browsing the blossoming internet.
In the middle of the summer I went to week long sleep away camp and made tons and tons of friends. There was such a diversity of kids there it was easy to find some with similar interests as me, as opposed to school where I was confined to the same class of twenty people for six hours a day. Unfortunately for me none of the friends I made at camp were anywhere near my school, some lived hours away from my hometown. We vowed to keep in touch through the internet and MSN messenger (c) but like most camp friends, we never really did.
In September, school started again, and despite my obviously lovable personality, proved by all the people I had befriended away from home, I entered Junior high in the shadow of the people who I'd known for so long,
"Remember when Camryn sneezed a big boogie onto the table in third grade?"
I laughed and pretended not to be embarrassed, like it was all in the past now.
"Yeah, that was almost a gross and funny as every time she blew her nose"
I again, waved my hand in a way that signified "That used to bother me everyday and make me feel like an outcast, but when you put it like that, it's hilarious" and smiled, determined to make the best of my big graduation day.
Despite my so called friends, my sixth grade graduation was a big deal. I was picked to sing our national anthem to open the ceremony. One by one I watched all the people I had grown up with get a diploma saying they'd succeeded. One kid from another class made a big deal of going up to get his piece of paper with a loud and enthusiastic "OH YEAHH!" but otherwise it was a typical event. I won an award for being an upstanding citizen and I looked like a sweet little girl in my pretty blue dress. I was confident that day.
I don't remember much about the summer that followed. I'm sure there was a flurry of "She's so grown up" and "Straight A's. How wonderful" and "She's looking like a lovely young lady." For the most part, I agreed, but looking back I was most certainly not blossoming into a lovely young lady. I was tall for a girl, with long gangly arms and legs, flyway frizzy hair that I was too lazy to figure out how to fix, like the rest of the girls my age, and teeth that screamed for braces. Not to mention my classic nerd glasses, but by then they had just become part of my face. I was acne less for a while, my one redeeming quality, but that wouldn't last long into junior high when puberty finally hit full force. I was over opinionated and loud, with a hate on for politicians, Christians, and anyone else who would tell me I didn't know everything. I would have been the most annoying thing in the neighborhood had it not been for the fact that I spent most of my time inside playing video games and browsing the blossoming internet.
In the middle of the summer I went to week long sleep away camp and made tons and tons of friends. There was such a diversity of kids there it was easy to find some with similar interests as me, as opposed to school where I was confined to the same class of twenty people for six hours a day. Unfortunately for me none of the friends I made at camp were anywhere near my school, some lived hours away from my hometown. We vowed to keep in touch through the internet and MSN messenger (c) but like most camp friends, we never really did.
In September, school started again, and despite my obviously lovable personality, proved by all the people I had befriended away from home, I entered Junior high in the shadow of the people who I'd known for so long,
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Hex Applies for College
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