This semester so far has been...

This semester so far has been....challenging to say the least. I'm still stuck on high school level writing as I have ranted before, and with my English 101 class, we were doing essays every week. So needless to say I was struggling a bit. Back in high school, I only had about three to five essays for the entire year. I remember slacking and just typing up a quick page to appease the criteria. Here at college, you can't do that. But I think it's good for me that I'm writing this much; it helps me get better with my writing and it (hopefully) improves my grammar.
I know that I rant about college and how hard it is and so on, but I secretly love it. It's a challenge; it makes me think more and it has made me grow as a person. Who has actually admitted before that college had made them grow up? Well I admit it, because it has; college has opened my eyes and now I can see who I can and will become in the future.

I Absolutely Hate....

I absolutely hate... when skinny people call themselves fat. When I just hear some twig say that, it makes my blood boil. I don't even know why they say it, because they know they’re not, otherwise they wouldn't be shoving their fingers down their throats...sorry stereotype, not all skinny people are like that. However, it has been my experience that either they are anorexic, bulimic, or just naturally thin. Okay, skinnies, I get it, you're small, please don't throw that in my face when you "whisper" your conversations to your friends right next to me. Conversations about how you’re so fat, no one would every date such a fat cow, blah, blah, blah...

Get. A. Life.

Can you believe that people actually do this? What ever happened to the Golden Rule? Does that mean when someone calls me a fat cow, I can call them an anorexic bimbo? Because technically, I would be giving them exactly what they wanted. After all, I'm all about making people happy. :)

If I had superpowers, I would want to be able to...

If I had superpowers, I would want to have...Psychokinesis.

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Psychokinesis is the umbrella term for the various type of kinetic abilities such as telekinesis, aerokinesis, pryokinesis and others. Telekinesis is defined as the movement of matter. Aerokinesis is the movement of air and pryokinesis is the movement of fire.
How awesome would it be to be able to do that? Batman would have nothing on me!
But I guess Batman is a bad example because Batman can't really do anything. If he ever lost his belt he would be up creek without a paddle...
Now Superman, that would be an interesting battle. If I could move anything with my mind power, would his power to stop a speeding bullet overpower my mind power?  I don't think it could, 'cuz I'm way too awesome for Superman. So, is a speeding bullet all he can stop? If it is he better tell Batman to wait up because he's gonna be in the same boat.

Broken Promises

When I turned eighteen, on the twenty-sixth of June this past year, I was promised a tattoo from my sister and my brother in-law. It is now October and I still yet to have received it. So a good four months have passed and I still have my virgin skin. This upsets me.
A bad thing about my sister is that she makes a lot of promises, but rarely keeps them. My brother does odd jobs for her, in which she promises money for his services. She always pays him what she owes but she has yet to have gotten my tattoo. I don't know if I should just give up, and forget about her promise to me. I probably will; I'm used to not getting what I want. I kind of had to, what with growing up with my family. I've learned to not ask for things, but that doesn't stop me from wanting them.
Oh well, I guess it will make the tattoo all the more special when I save up for it and get it on my own.

Lets Take A Walk, A Walk Down Memory Lane

So today, I've done nothing but think of what I should write for my Midterm paper. So basically it was one big trip down memory lane. I have no idea what I want to do, how I want the audience to feel. Do I want them be smile and be happy? Do I want them to be crying and be sad? I have no idea.

My earliest memory was of my grandmother in a chair and I was sitting on the table behind her brushing her hair. I remember barely grazing her hair because I was scared of pulling it out. You see, my grandma had thin hair and I didn't want her to be mad at me for yanking her hair out. I remember her laughing because it tickled and she said to me, "Come on girl, brush my hair!" I remember telling her about my being afraid to pull her hair out and she just chuckled, telling me it was alright.

Another memory I have is a few years after this. I was six years old and was playing in the living room with my Barbie dolls. Mom was yelling at grandma (her mother) and throwing her clothes out of the door. I remember my mom shouting at my grandma, "Just get the fuck out of my house!" just before my grandmother walked out of the door, and out of my life. Little did my six year-old self know, this was the last time I would see her alive.

I also remember one year, my siblings and myself got a trampoline for Christmas. I remember just after putting it together my brother, T.J. was the first one to get on it and to start jumping. My sister had just brought the radio out and I remember the song Superman by Eminem was playing. My brother was obsessed with Eminem so he started to "rock out" and show off by doing all these flips and stuff. When the line, I can't be your Superman, can on my brother stepped on the trampoline wrong while doing one of his stunts and went flying into the woods.

So here I am, writing this blog (because I almost forgot I hadn't done one this week) and I still don't know what to write about.

I'm writing this blog, but I should be...

I'm writing this blog, but I should be catching up on my homework.  As I have said before, college is very different than what I expected it to be.  With that being said, I still enjoy it very much.  My classes keep me on my toes and I learn new things every day.  Although that is to be expected, going to college you learn things you've never knew.  But I do have a problem with one teacher of mine. He is brilliant, and awesome and everything but every class we have a three-or something page essay due. So far I have written five or six essays for him totaling out to be fifteen or so pages. It makes me want to pull my hair out! My English 101 teacher doesn't even give me that much! I've only had one essay due to her. Admittedly it was a pretty bad paper and I probably could have done a lot better, but it was probably bad because my brain was fried from writing all those other papers. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a bit here, but it is still a lot of work in a little time frame. Oh well, what's to expect from taking college courses? Hard work of course!

In January, I was...

In January I was still in high school. I miss high school; life was great, school was easy, and I still got to see my friends every day. Also I was still seventeen, which means I got away with a lot of stuff that I don't get away with now. Now that I'm eighteen I have a lot more responsibilities. Even though I do not currently have one, but I do need to get a job soon. College is definitely not what I expected, I knew it would be hard, because my teachers have been preaching it since I started high school, but not this hard. I think instead of telling me college was going to be hard and nothing like high school, they should have prepared me better for college. It annoys me to no end that, while I was in high school I have not learned anything new since middle school. High school was mostly a review from things we had learned in the previous years. College has much higher standards, which I can hardly keep up with. My writing is not so great because I'm still on eighth grade writing standards.