Shopping Success

So yesterday was the day, I accomplished the greatest feat for all woman-kind. I triumphed bra shopping. For all the men reading this, you will  never understand how difficult this task is, it is above and beyond the task of jean shopping, it is winning the superbowl of all purchases, it is perfection.
The nice thing about bra shopping is that once you find the perfect fit of the bra you like you go back and get four or five of the same bra.  But it is not that easy; see if you're like me, bra's dont always come in my size, so if (and I say if) you find a bra your size and it fits perfectly, it is not guaranteed that you will find another one of the same make and the size you need.
Once you have triumphed all the feats, the feeling of accomplishment makes up for it all, it is simply amazing.

My little furry baby

   So I know I haven't posted in a while but it's time to update all my wonderful followers on my very stressful life right now. Many of you know that I constantly talk about my little  baby Rudy, but what most of you might not know is that I have another wonderful dog named Tommy.
   Recently Tommy has been having episodes that we (my family and the veterinarians) believe are strokes. My family just assumed that Tommy had a simple ear infection but we were in fact wrong. Following the blood tests we received a call from the vet saying that there were some "significant" changes to the blood work.
   We found out that Tommy was diagnosed with Immune-Mediated Hemolytic Anemia. His blood level had been hovering around 14.5-18% red blood cells while he is supposed to have from 30-38% red blood cells.
   Right now Tommy is on a vigorous dose of three types of steroids hoping to rev up his immune system and get the red blood cells pumping again.
   His is fatigued and very lethargic but we are praying all the time that he will improve. What scares me the most is that the morality rate for dogs with this diagnosis is 40%. But once again I am trying my hardest to stay optimistic and know that God has a plan no matter if it presents itself as a good or bad plan, it is for the better.

What to do now....

So it's officially winter break 2011 and I'm bored already. What is a girl supposed to do with this much time on her hands. Don't get me wrong, I love having nothing to do, but there is another part of me that wants an adventure with some friends this holiday break. Any takers who want to embark on this adventure with me?

And so it begins....

Tomorrow. 6 a.m. Omni. Running.
The time has begun, the sweating, tears, and pain will fall over me and I will actually love it. I realize it is going to be tough tomorrow since it has been a while, but I'm prepared for the worst! I'm just happy to be able to have time to work out again. God bless my soon to be painful body.

Emotional Rollercoaster

Right now I am riding the American Eagle at Six Flags. You want to know why?! I'm having the craziest mood swings were all I want to do is cry. And I am expecting two responses from that statement.
a) ewwwww, don't tell us about your time of the month
first of all it is not even that time at all and it's just wanting to cry, not kill someone.
b) omg girl, I know how you feel
luckily most of the female species understands how other women feel because they have gone through it themselves.
So if your a female and you know where I'm coming from praise the lord, someone understands me.

Emancipation

Big day for me today! I had deadlines today, I have to study for my psychology final, and I resigned from my job. It's a long long story but in the end I am greatly happy with my decision and I can finally start working out again. My goal is to train for a 5k and kick but. Well this was a relatively short post but I'm sure it was adequate enough to get my point across. Have a wonderful day!

freaking out

Right now I am preparing for the Elizabethan test for Mr.Fredrick's AP 12 class, and I'm freaking out. I'm going over stuff that we learned like almost two months ago. And on top of that I'm freaking out about the free response. I'm just freaking freaking freaking out right now. Someone come help me. Be right back I'm having a panic attack.

Pointless Post

So since I haven't updated my blog in a while I decided to post a pointless post! That was redundant I know.
So here's an update on my life. I'm in school, I'm working, and I'm sleeping. That sums up my life including every single detail that goes along with it. Without sleep I'm nothing, without work I'm broke, and without school i'm bored.
So there's an update on my life and thanks for tuning in!

Gainingweightsgiving

How can I eat a whole bagillion course meal and have room for dessert?! It's not just like this for this holiday, it's like this for every holiday and everyday. I think I'm like a cow. I have multiple stomaches. One for apetizers, one for main courses and one big one for desserts. No matter how big of dinner I ALWAYS have room for dessert.

So here I am....

So here I am, broke. I have a little money left over from the mall of America but not enough to say "I got money in da bank," and yes I just used slang, get over it! Yes it was a great trip but not for my wallet. I get a shirt, a coat, a shirt for my dad, and jewelery, and you would think, OH WAIT. I have to tell you about my bargain. In the last ten minutes of a 75% sale at Old Navy I purchased a coat for $14.98. what a deal. Anyways, it seems like I didn't spend a lot but I actually spent around $100 (i think). So next time you go to mall of america make sure you don't bring money with you. It will only hurt you in the end!

No more falling asleep!

Today I went to the doctor finally and exemplified how tired I was for about a half hour and and I finally got new medicine. It was so liberating. So no more falling asleep in class, no more going to be at 8:30, no more waking up at noon, and no more taking three hour naps everyday after school. I've never been so excited to be a new medication.

It's all normal

So I'm all in tact now. I just got all my blood work back and I'm physically all normal! The only question is, why am i still so incredibly tired no matter how much sleep I get? It doesn't make any sense. I wonder if it's my medicine or anything else that has to do with my body. I don't know but sometimes my body acts a little weird; and right now I'm not too happy with the fatigue it is giving me.

A Little Nervous

Okay, so last time I went to the doctor I had a foot procedure done and the numbing was incredibly painful. This time I'm going to have to get blood drawn and I'm very nervous! I know that it doesn't hurt but my brain keeps going back to the pain I went through with the numbing before. It's weird how you think one thing and your brain is telling you something else. It almost seems like "you" and the brain aren't connected.
(And on top of all this I have to fast for my blood test. I've been going 8 hours without food, EIGHT!)

CANNOt WAit

In exactly one week from now I will be relaxing with my friends in Minneapolis for the national journalism convention. I CANNOT WAIT. The best part is that we will be hitting up the mall of america. I know, it's amazing. It will be my first time there and it will be EPIC.

Voting Day

Tomorrow will be my first official voting day of my life. Even though it's just an election for town officials and county officials I am excited to vote for the school referendum. I believe our high school needs a major face lift and even some plastic surgery to get where it needs to be. Since I don't know anything about the town officials and etc. I will only be voting for the referendum so I'm not accidentally voting for something that will not be good for their position. So there's an update on my voting life!

To my Aunt Mimi

“Out in the mountains, high on a summit ridge or deep in a cathedral of conifers, I often wondered about the significance of the human creation, the church.  It didn’t seem to me to take a building, or even a dogma, to make someone a believer; all you had to do was open your eyes, your ears, your heart.  In the mountains, the “church” is all around you.

          And gradually, over the years, my faith has deepened and broadened.  You cannot travel the world and experience new customs and religions, as I have been privileged to do, without eventually concluding that there is no single, “true” path to God.  There are as many paths as there are searchers for the way, and part of the essence of being a spiritual being lies in treating other travelers on that road as you would have them treat you – with an open mind and a compassionate heart.  These days, all I know is that the more I explore the world and its faiths, the less anxious and the more humble I become.”

Jim Whittaker

Love it!

Ok so my blog title was a little sarcastic, but why is being made fun of so horrible! Is it because you feed into what that one person is saying? Do you get what they say and want to deny the accusations? Or are you just out made that someone would even dare to say anything like that about you? I'm not sure which one is the worst, but they are all bad. I know sometimes you "let off some steam" but making fun of people but we really have to stop and think about how those other people will feel because it's just horrible! Especially with me having red hair. The redhead jokes ARE NOT FUNNY. It's only ok if I start the jokes off (which i do sometimes). My new resolution (even though it's not New Year's) is to not talk behind peoples back and not to make fun of people! It's just horrible.

Oh no! It's a fashionista!

The old cliché saying that girls love to shop is so true for my life. Nothing makes me happier than getting new clothes or new makeup or new shoes. I'm not sure why material things make me so happy but I can never get enough of them. I'm constantly looking at fashion blogs and pictures. It's slowly turning into a disease on my part. I better be careful or I'll turn into a fashionista which is a nice way of stating a fashion obsesses mean girl (in my terms). 

Complete!

Just finished my paper on Lysistrata. There is no better feeling in the world than finishing a paper for english class or etc. This was the quickest paper I have ever done and it feels amazing. Every day i procrastinate less and less. It's a miracle from the gods that I am greatly embracing.

Epitome of my life

http://yerdsunite.tumblr.com/page/2
This pretty much sums up my life into one tumblr blog.

It's now the most wonderful time of the year.

Yes indeed it is. When the clock strikes twelve tonight it is officially the holiday season; and lucky me gets to work for the first day of it tomorrow from 5-9 (short shift, yeah!). The only problem with the holiday season is the crabby people that come with it. Yeah, it's suppose to be the happiest time of the year but there are some people who must not know the date. They are crabby, rude, inconsiderate, and mean. Get over yourselves people, its the holiday season!

snip, snip, snip

The urge was killing me, the excitement was filling me up, the combination was death. The moment of the big hair cut was approaching quickly. The hair crept below my chest and got in the way constantly. My hair was twenty inches long and ready to get cut off. The enormous decision to cut off thirteen inches was a feat but deciding to donate all thirteen inches wasn't even an option, I had to do it.
Surprisingly the second thought that popped into my mind was the fact that I had no idea who would want a redheaded wig?! As I have said numerous times, the red pigmentation isn't sought after in many ages in American society; but I still decided to complete the feat after all.
I opened the creaky door to Salon Trisse and let my heels click across the cherry tinted floor as my heart was beating fast wondering if this was the right decision.
My hairdresser, Kylie, put my excess hair into a ponytail and asked in a calming voice if I was sure about this catastrophic decision. I looked at her in the mirrors reflections and reassured her that I wanted to help someone by giving them a fiery red wig.
My heart began beating fast, my palms began to sweat, my mom was fidgeting with her keys, and the snipping began. The five snips of the freshly sharped scissors sliced across my thick red locks and my hair fell into Kylie's hands. She handed me the ponytail and I put it into an envelope labeled with an address to Locks for Love. I felt great after accomplishing a task that is often not sought after.
After the continuous snipping and thinning of my hair my haircut was complete. I felt great, and even looked great. The red tint of my hair shined with the augmentation of Kylie's hair products and let my hair truly shine.

Aviators Found

Found my aviators in the quiver room on the floor in a sketchy bag. My life is complete; and so is my halloween costume.

Exploding at the seam

Just ate dinner and dessert with the grandparents. About to explode. I barely ate anything but my pants are slowly ripping apart. I don't know why, maybe it's the medication, maybe its that I ate lunch late, maybe its the warmer weather. I'm not sure but it's horrible. I feel like throwing up now, brb throwing up.

Lion

Just downloaded Lion on my apple computer for a much needed update. The first thing I did was of course look around and then I downloaded a free trial of InDesign and Photoshop. So exciting! My computer and phone are undergoing major makeovers today. They deserve the upgrades as much as I do. They were slow and outdated, they need new accessories and hardware.
It totally sounds like I'm talking about a person getting a fashion makeover right now but you get the gist of what I am saying.

After Two Hours

Update complete. It only took about two hours to complete but it was worth it. The iPhone update will hopefully make my phone faster and better! I've only tested it for about a half hour and it seems great so far.

Media Refreshment

So I own all apple products at my house; and just as a sidenote it is amazing. Anyways, I noticed that all of my friends that bought new laptops for college have a really nice update on their laptops. I just downloaded it. The suspense is now killing me! I am also downloading iOS 5 for my iPhone 4. Once again so exciting and the suspense it killing me!

TMI&Misunderstood

I feel so bad when I'm misunderstood. I don't mean to come off that way I just do;and I also know that I tell people too much about myself. Pretty much everyone I meet essentially learns my life story.

Sketchy.

Ok so here are my leggings (my only pants for the trip) drying on the air conditioning unit, with cups holding them down. Good news, they dried! I'm wearing them right now as I type this. Isn't that good news! They even smell delicious cause I washed them with the bar of soap that smelled delicious!
I was afraid I was going to smell today and feel disgusting but I feel really good! I feel clean and fresh and delicious.

Procrastination Nation

The art of procrastination is a gift. You are not just born with the skill with your first breath of air. Procrastination develops over your many schooling years. Procrastination is not just saving work for the night before or the class before, procrastination is producing the best work you can right before it's due. I may sound bias but I believe it's safe to say that I am a master of procrastinating. My english teacher keeps saying that we CANNOT wait till the night before to start typing up our summer reading essay, but I most likely will. I produce my greatest work when I'm under pressure, well at least that's what I think. I guess I could produce good work

look at your life look at your choices

So right now I'm at a state convention for journalism for one night. I forgot pants.
Yeah you heard me, I left my jeans in the dryer. I even wrote a note for myself to remember my jeans and I didn't even read it. Wow. I know I look stupid; and on top of that I forgot a toothbrush.
Okay, I know I look really unorganized but I have never forgotten anything for a trip before.
As the late Cesar would say, look at your life, look at your choices.

Top 10 on Bucket List

So I just decided that I am going to make a bucket list (just the top ten for now); and here it goes.
1. go skydiving
2. get happily married
3. Make bank (I know that sounds selfish but most people I think can relate)
4. Travel Europe
5. Learn French
6. Have 3-4 Children
7. Go to a Lady Antebellum Concert and Justin Timberlake Concert
8. Find a best best best best best best friend
9. Open a bakery
10. Host a food network show

The heater has come out of storage

You know winter has begun when I cannot sleep at night because of the temperature in my room. For some reason my room does not receive the heat so I have to have a space heater in my room to make up for the lack of logic when the builders constructed my room.
Its 9:34 p.m. and I officially whipped out my space heater: it's winter time.

Google+

I'm not even going to make a long wordy post about this; but how does this social network work? 

Slack Attack

So today I found out I get to drop out of AP Calculus. I'm very relieved not to have the stress of that class on my shoulders anymore, but I feel like I am slacking. There's nothing I can do since I cannot have that grade on my transcripts, so what are you going to do?!

Excuse Me?!

One would never, ever guess how many foreign people I encounter at a six hour shift at kohl's. I mean it's ridiculous! I feel bad when I have to say "excuse me" fifty billion times; but hey, I have to do to what I have to do when it come to retail these days.  

Today I encountered Serbians, Latin, Spanish, Indian, and I think Russian. I don't even have to travel the world now I can just work a ten hour shift and I traveled from China to Columbia.

It's five o'clock (in the morning) somewhere

No, it's not what you think. I'm not talking about getting a drink, I am talking about the break of the morning wake up. Every morning at 5:26 a.m. I wake up to the sound of the default alarm sound on my phone, cry for about five minutes, roll out of bed and get my day started. But why? It is scientifically proven that teenagers physically shouldn't get up that early since their bodies are programmed to start later in the day. Schools must not want their students to perform at their peak of intelligence throughout the day, don't ask me why because I have no idea. The key for me is to chug down a couple cups of coffee, slap myself in the face, and hope that it's a blue day. Blue days for me consist of my SPT, publications, publications, and AP Psychology. My other key to success for the school day is preparation. Sometimes my smart self thinks that it is ok to save all my work to do during school during the day, but in fact I screw myself over by doing that. I actually need t o evaluate the word "homework" for a second. The first part of the word it "home" which might actually mean that I should do it at home. Yea, maybe I'll work on that before my senior year is over.

What do you think?

So what do you think about the green? It's less school conference oriented (besides valpo) but it's different. I'm scared but today Rachel and I started working on layouts today and the alt copies were gorgeous. This time I helped alot. I contributed alot which made me feel good considering I didn't do alot of constructive work on the cover I basically did alot of constructive criticism. Even though constructive criticism can be the best help sometimes, it's just not the same as directly contributing to the cover.

Use an ice cube to spice things up, WHAT?!

Do I have to be 17 to read this magazine. I'm 18, does that mean I'm exiled from reading the country wide popular magazine? It cracks me up when I read the love section. One time I read an article on making out and it was talking about using an icecube. I was immediating interested in how stupid it was going to sound so I read it. It said "rub an ice cube on your boyfriends neck while making out." SERIOUSLY! Who writes the stuff for this magazine?

I'm not going to lie though, the magazine is entertaining and that is probably why it's a multi-million dollor company but sometimes you just have to laugh at some of the stuff in there. Let alone, you have to laugh at the people who actually tried the ice cube stunt.

Menopause at 18?

I know it sounds weird that I'm complaining about going through menopause ast 18, but i feel like a 65 year old woman right now. I'm having constant mood swings and my hot flashes are the worst! I'm obviously not going through menopause but I now know what it feels like. 

It sounds weird but I'm actually thankful for it considering that I am now prepared for what it will feel like going through menopause; but what if this is just preparing me for the really bad parts coming in 45 years? Hopefully not, I don't want bad menopause. OK TMI but thats okay, sometimes I just need to tell people weird things about my life and I'm glad I did! So if you are offended about what I just typed about I'm sorry.

What. A. Loss

Today was the Regional championship for the Indiana Boys Soccer championship. Lake Central vs. Crown Point. We lost 2-1. Bad news. My brother didn't play one minutes. Hopefully he isn't too crabby. Whenever something like this happens he lets his crabbiness out on me. I feel bad and I understand but it still gets on my nerves.
I'll update when I find out how he is. I feel so bad for him, but hopefully he is excited he gets to weightlift again.
Weightlifting is all he is passionate about. He "gets big" everyday of his life.
Well wish me good luck and hope that I get out alive!

Foot Surgery

So today I had a foot procedure done. It was a brief painful success! They had to numb the surrounding area (which hurt like a b****) but I go over it quickly (not really I almost passed out). So going on, they numbed the area, waited for the Novocain to kick in and then they did what they had to do to fix my foot. The ending product was disgusting and now my foot is swollen, sore, numb, and awkward looking; but what are you going to do?

Trust me, I'm a podiatrist

I'm scared, so scared. Tomorrow is the deciding day of whether I get surgery (maybe). It's been months (about 4 I think) since I've had an infected foot and it hasn't gotten better at all. My doctor tomorrow looks like a pediphile and that's basically what scares me the most. The fact that he might go in surgically and fix it scares me the least compared to his slicked back and gelled hair. That's the scariest part.

Sometimes You Just Have to....

Today nothing bad happened I had a fine day but I was just bothered by something and I couldn't figure it out. It turns out nothing was wrong, I was just emotional today. When I got home I cried for a while and now I feel fine!
It's weird how the human body works sometimes. Who would every think that crying for no apparent reason would actually help me relax. I would actually think the opposite, I would think that it would stress me out more by crying a lot.

So what do you think about the green? It's less school conference oriented (besides valpo) but it's different. I'm scared but today Rachel and I started working on layouts today and the alt copies were gorgeous. This time I helped alot. I contributed alot which made me feel good considering I didn't do alot of constructive work on the cover I basically did alot of constructive criticism. Even though constructive criticism can be the best help sometimes, it's just not the same as directly contributing to the cover.

Colors Exploding Out of My Head

Colors, Colors, Colors, Colors, oh and more colors. That's all I have been thinking about for the past 48 hours. The cover was originally red and gray but it looks too much like Munster, Crown Point, Portage book, so we are trying to change the color scheme, but to what? It needs to be bold and sassy, and this is what I found so far. Not the design but the color scheme is what me and my fellow design editor like. But we will see what VP and Wad think of it. Hopefully Wad doesn't attack me today and push me off her desk when I talk about yearbook design again! Scary!

Oh Adele

Listening to the Adele radio on Pandora makes me upset and happy.
It makes me happy because her voice is amazing and everyone else on this radio has an amazing voice too. The lyrics are gorgeous and meaningful unlike rap music talking about slapping booties.
It makes me upset to know that I have a voice that is nowhere near Adele's or nowhere near presentable to the public. I wish I had an awesome voice. It would make it better because when I blast out in the car to my  Lady Antebellum music it would actually be awesome to sound good, not horrible.
But then again I don't care how I sound in the car, it's my alone time to bust out in Lady Antebellum music because it is amazing.

Not all it's cracked up to be...

So as I updated you about last night, I downloaded a free month of Netflix. I was incredibly excited because I heard it was awesome to have Netflix on your computer but there is a lot you cannot do with the internet connected Netflix. I would love to have a lot more movies and TV shows but that's all with the higher costing membership. Buzz kill. I started to watch The Office on my phone and that's one of the best TV choices on my membership. I really wish How I Met Your Mother was free with my membership, but it's not. =(
How I Met Your Mother is the best show to ever come down to this Earth.It is the most hillarious show every. Barney Stinson (Neil Patrick Harris) plays the best man whore ever. You would never guess he is gay in real life. But my goal is to petition to get How I Met Your Mother on my membership for Netflix!

Netflix Test Run

Just downloaded my first free month trial of Netflix. I've heard nothing but great things about it and I'm excited. Right now it is downloading the microsoft thingy so I'm waiting patiently but I'm anxious.

A COMPLIMENT!?

So as I said yesterday, today was my first day of work at Kohl's. I had orientation from 5-9, which I expected to only be a half hour, but anyways. I worked after to help stage clothes and organize the men's department. Then the manager radioed in that I was a savior for making the men's department look beautiful. I got a COMPLIMENT! Compared to my last job at the place we don't speak of, this is a big deal! Tomorrow I have four hours of computer training but thats fine since I get paid for it!

Yearbook Update

So all is going well but slow in the Quiver world. We finally developed our cover and we are devloping our dividers right now. Our problem is incorporating the typography in the dividers, but I have trust in my design editor, Rachel. After doing the divider we will do the opening and then move on the layouts and alt copies. I'm scared that we only have about eight classes left before we start handing out pages, but we can do it. It will be a tight fit but I have faith.

 

Is he not the cutest thing ever!? This my baby sent down from heaven. His name is Rudy. His birthday is September 5 which is the same as my Papa's birthday. We named him Rudy because my Papa's middle name is Rudolph so we shortened it to Rudy. He is the best dog ever, he is so incredibly sweet but doesn't listen and I don't care! His cutest makes up for his lack of hearing. He is an American Eskimo which is like a smaller version of a Samoid. He is the center of my Earth, he is my child that I love so incredibly much.

I know what this sounds like, I sound like a crazy cat woman except with my dog, but I'm not. Don't worry! I'm sane (sort of).

Entering the Mob

So as I mentioned earlier I recently received a job at Kohl's! I am incredibly excited but a little nervous. I receive a call today to attend orientation at five on Friday, and then Angela (the phone lady) suddenly names off everything I need for friday. I need the following:
1. Drivers License
2. Birth Certificate
3. Social Security Card
4. Valid Checking Paycheck
5. Background Check Consent
6. etc.
I feel like I'm signing my life away to join a gang or cult. This is enough information to hack everything I own (which is very little). But don't worry, this isn't bringing down my excited for working again. I even get to work during the holiday season. I understand that it will be incredibly crowded but it will make time go by very fast, and the spirit of the season will keep me going (cheesy, I know).

I'm Feeling Good!

Off the meds and off to  a better life. I was on meds that made me go psycho! (not really I'm being sarcatic). I'm able to stay up longer than three hours and not have to struggle for consciouness! That is probably the greatest feat I've accomplished in my life so far. I am able to pay attention and remember things. It's just amazing. Who would appreciate not wanting to sleep as much as I am right now. Hopefully because of the ending of my prescribed medicine my grades will go back up (hopefully at least).

Ybk, Ybk, Ybk

So as you can tell, I haven't posted anything in a while. I knew this would happen but I hoped it wouldn't happen so suddenly. Here's an update on my life.
All my life has been about this past week is yearbook covers. My design editor, Rachel, and I have been working constantly on developing a solid theme and concept. I think we finally got something but it's a task of developing it throughout the book now. I really believe we can do it. I was kind of harsh on her today about finishing it up and it was necessary but not necessary as well. My only hope is that the staff likes it, and if they don't I will take into consideration what they think and try to work on everything. Loving yearbook though besides the stress.

Working Time

Just got a job today at Kohl's! Last job I had I was working 30+ hours a week at a fastfood restaurant with stereotypical high school droupouts, but I have greater hope for this job. First of all I don't have to wear a tacky blue hat and a blue polo, I get to wear business casual clothes which is awesome! I get paid $7.50 rather than $7.25 like I got at Culver's. I get to have constant contact with costumers and not work in the back by myself. These are just some of the few reasons I have greater hope for this job than Culver's. Even if I only receive the Kohl's job for the holiday season it will be better than nothing and that's all I have to think about.

14,000 things to be happy about.

14,000 (the number of things that will make you're day amamzing for the most part)
So I go into my advisor's office and find a book called "14,000 things to be happy about." and I look into it and it's amazing. There are some really weird things in it though. Here are a few of the weird things that are supposedly keys to making you happy:
lame ducks, the uses of a yardstick, overdue books, collecting milk bottles, natural cereal, procrastinating and crinkly nylong swimsuits.
I am not sure who wrote this but some of these things would not make me happy, they would upsest me and get me angry. To give the author credit, the rest of book is wonderful and all the other items make me quite happy.

Baseball Obsession

In case you don't know me, I am obsessed with taking pictures of my brother. Taking baseball pictures is the epitome of my weekends and free time. I do nothing else and I wouldn't have it any other way. (No, you don't have to tell me, I am weird)

It's five o'clock (in the morning) somewhere

No, it's not what you think. I'm not talking about getting a drink, I am talking about the break of the morning wake up. Every morning at 5:26 a.m. I wake up to the sound of the default alarm sound on my phone, cry for about five minutes, roll out of bed and get my day started. But why? It is scientifically proven that teenagers physically shouldn't get up that early since their bodies are programmed to start later in the day. Schools must not want their students to perform at their peak of intelligence throughout the day, don't ask me why because I have no idea. The key for me is to chug down a couple cups of coffee, slap myself in the face, and hope that it's a blue day. Blue days for me consist of my SPT, publications, publications, and AP Psychology. My other key to success for the school day is preparation. Sometimes my smart self thinks that it is ok to save all my work to do during school during the day, but in fact I screw myself over by doing that. I actually need t o evaluate the word "homework" for a second. The first part of the word it "home" which might actually mean that I should do it at home. Yea, maybe I'll work on that before my senior year is over.

Future Anxiety and Money Crisis

The beginning of my new life is coming up quickly. This beginning is college. The challenge is choosing what to study for $20,000 a year. Do I want to study business, journalism, sociology, psychology, or history? So many choices, so little time, and SO much money. My gut is telling me business but my heart is telling my history, but what jobs go with history and is there happiness behind business? But as my psychologist and parents keep telling me, I need to stop, take a breath, and live in the present. No more worrying for this awkward redhead and embrace the moment, for it will be ending quickly.

Ok so here he is, brother number two. Adam is seventeen years old and still has not tested to receive his license (that is irrelevant to anything but I thought I'd tell you). Before the start of the 2011-2012 school year Adam and I didn't get along very well. The good news is we get along now (knock on wood, crap I am only around a glass desk). We are bonded by the sounds of rap and symphonic music (weird combination, I know). Adam is a rabid weight lifter and soccer player. All he breathes is expensive shoes and protein milk. He plays varsity soccer for Lake Central and was on the varsity roster last year when we won state! We are technically Irish twins since we are thirteen months apart in age (to be Irish twins you have to be twelve months apart, but we bend the rules). Adam, Andrew, and April (me) all start with A's in case you haven't noticed, and no that wasn't on purpose. Anne and Dan accidentally made us all "A's" and I believe this superstitious occurrence is why we all get along so amazingly well (knock on wood).

Meet the familiy

So here's the brother. Andrew is twelve and actual one of my close friends. I am not pulling that weird family voodoo where I am faking that my family is super close and we can never be torn apart. Andrew and I are bonded and close just like me and my dog, 

Rudy,  are (you will understand if you know me). Andrew is a prodigy at baseball and gets a lot of the attention and praise in our family but I wouldn't have it any other way. His baseball team was runner up in state this year and he pitched a BA game to end the season in. When I am not yelling my head off at the baseball fields cheering for him we watch rip off ghost shows together. I think he is convinced the shows are completely accurate and real but I go along with it to see the emotions on his face when the hunters go through a haunted mansion to hear a squeak in the corner of a room. Either way it is very enjoyable to hang out with him since he is so similar to his brother and I.

Let's Start Placing Bets

So as you might have noticed this blog is brand spanking new. If you are close to me at all you might know that some things in my life last about five minutes before they are out of style to me. So what do you think, will this blog last till the end of the week or will this stick around for a while? I hope I am able to keep up with it and remember the password to this account (that might me another problem) so I can always publish the weird and embarrassing things that are going on in my bizarre life. What are you thinking? Two weeks, fifteen minutes, one month, or five hundred years?

Senioritis

So, senioritis or something else? I would love to use the excuse of senioritis to cover up the fact that some of my work isn't getting done or isn't being done with 100% effort, but this is not that fact. Laziness is the eight letter word that is taking over my life. Seniorits sounds like a fancy excuse to put off your AP 12 English paper till the night before it's due but once again it's just not that smart way to pass the class and learn. I am trying to improve on this horrific sickness but the likeliness of it improving is not looking so bright for my senior year future. Since I already got accepted to Indiana University for the Fall of 2012 the rest of my senior year seems pointless, but the fact is I need to keep trying my hardest to prepare myself for college (sounds cheesy, I know). College will be the test for my senioritis and whether it has been cured or hasn't stopped manifesting in my hardworking brain. With this is mind I shall take a large dosage of psychology studying to ease the side effects of senioritis and pass my senior year.