School 4 everr
It’s weird when people ask me, “What Semester are you in in College?” and I respond that I am starting my fourth semester. It also felt weird at the Miramar Gym when I took my fitness test and the machine asked for my age. It feels weird. But anywhoo, I just feel like letting my fingers dance on my keyboard for a while before I head of to bed. So heres some school stuff
Human Sexual Behavior: You know when you take a class like Biology or English and you are secretly anticipating that sex talk in Bio or that sex scene in your assigned English class novel? Don’t lie, you didn’t watch Romeo and Juliet in your english class just for the dialogue, you were waiting to see Romeo’s butt and stare at your teacher to absorb all the awkwardness in the room. Well anyway, it’s just like that but every class day(except the teachers not embarrassed), I love it.
Advanced Public Speaking: The teacher in this class is adorable. I just want to box up some of her sunshine and donate it to charity or something. I think I am going to love that class, even if I am probably going to complain about it and most likely hyperventilate at the thought of speech day coming up…there is an indescribable feeling when you make a speech and realize that the audience is actually listening to you, that moment when you are in the middle of your speech and make slight eye contact with someone and realize that they are still following your every word and interpreted what you were saying the exact way you want them to receive it. Then after you say the exact last line you wanted to squeeze in and you sit down the rush of nerves catches up, ADRENALINE JUNKIEEE!…. hahaha I hope to get this feeling a lot in this class and with this teacher I hope to absorb all the sunshine she has to offer.
French:I need to take time to sit down this week and just review every single thing from the past. She speaks only in French besides what she says are the “Very important parts.” But I think after asking the girl next to me to translate, EVERYTHING IS IMPORTANT! She is nice, she reminds me of that short woman with the Anna Wintour Black Bob from The Incredibles. There is a girl in that class that reminds me of Misha and she sits by me and she’s really cool. She laughs at everything I say, so my confidence is through the roof during those 3 hours. But then it goes back down when my teacher hears me speaking English during a side conversation and points at me with her animated finger and says, “Parlez- Vous D’anglais! S’il Vous Plait!!!!!” It’s at night from 7:05 to 9:30 pm. I look like a freak walking out after class clutching on my belongings and walking up the 2038042 stairs slightly hoping I fart to ward off any possible intruders in my safe zone.
Physical Anthropology Lab: A needed class and it was the farthest from my version of a sciencey lab I can get. Yessss, and my anthro lab partner is a cutie that asks me questions about myself, I don’t really get that type of attention, so I feel kind of like a celebrity getting interviewed by Barbara Walters Anderson Cooper. ;)
Open Gym: (I forgot the actual name of the class) The wifi works in their so I admit to not putting that much effort yet, since i’m playing Temple Run on my ipod and checking out Hipster photos on Instagram.
Found this on my iTouch. If You Seek Amy, by my home girl Britney Spears, was playing in my room and my mom past by and was repeating the chorus. I went into the living room and asked her if she knew what she was saying meant.
I just now took the time to look up what YOLO meant.
It has nothing to do with Yodeling.
I think Joe Biden is really handsome.
For his age.
Not that I want to hollaa, obviously, but I would like him to be my handsome grandpa and show off to my friends that I have a sexy gramps that happens to be the Vice President of Am3riKuhh.
i’m weird
Found some old fabric and decided to make my first dress from my sewing machine I got for Christmas. There are many imperfections, loose ends and I probably won’t wear it in public, but I am still satisfied. I’m slowly teaching myself how to sew. Good Thursday everyone :)
I love funny galz.
This heterosexual* loves funny galz.
Seriously thank goodness Kristen Wiig’s mom and dad were attracted to each other where ever they were at one point and connected and produced this amazing individual!! This goes for Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Kathy Griffin, Chelsea Handler, Ellen, Grace Helbig (DailyGrace), Jenna Mourey (JennaMarbles) and any other funny ass female famous, internet famous, infamous and unknown. THANK YOU!!
Funny males make my stomach ache from laughter as well, but there is something about a female comedians that make me laugh .0009% more than guys. It’s weird. Je ne sais quoi. I just want to high five and go, “YOU GO GUURRLLL~” Funny girls have a charm to them that make them equally attractive to what the media catapults as “The Most Beautiful Woman in the World” (In my personal opinion). Their personalities seem so tangible and fun!
In general Funny People make the world go round! (and also can help expand/fulfill peoples lives! Think about it…. THE HAPPY ENDORPHIN’S!!!!!=HAPPY TIMES) There is rarely a dull moment and even the awkward moments seem to be funny.
Also I find myself attracted to Jimmy Kimmel during his beginning monologues.
THANKKKK YOU JESUZ, for funny girls/people!! <33333
YOU DON’T SAY?! Hahahaha (Taken with instagram)
Changing small habits
I don’t do it constantly, but at times I do sneak on my phone at a stop light or when I text, “almost there” to a friend. I remember watching Oprah (when it was still on) about the No Phone Zone and was adamant to abide the rule. But surprisingly watching Kingsleys recent video has made me want to make sure that I no longer touch my phone at all during my driving from point A to point B. I’ll be honest, I am not THE best driver. I don’t like driving a lot of my friends around because it’s kind of embarrassing.
Seriously though, how dumb would it be if something tragic were to happen and it was all because I had to text a “LOL” or something. So starting tomorrow, no matter the urge at a light or empty residential area, I am going to put my phone in the pocket in my bag, zip the pocket and tie my bag, place my bag in the back seat/or on the floor of the passengers seat and drive.
Thank you, Kingsley
you too, Oprah
Leo the late bloomer
This was one of my favorite books as a kid. It was about a tiger or something being a little slow from the rest of the pack, but eventually making it (I think, too lazy to look it up. #typicalLazyAmuriKuhn). I liked it mostly because the lions name was Leo and that’s apparently my birth dads name. Also, when time progressed when I was young, I imagined my dad as a slow tiger. Yessssss, to answer your question I was weird weirder.
So lucky me, my fantasies of my dad as a late blooming tiger have passed on to me. I don’t remember how the story really ended in that book, but I am pretty sure it was a positive learning experience because it was obviously a kids book.
hahaha where is this blog going? I don’t know I am passing time before Jimmy Kimmel starts. But I have accepted that in ways I am truly a late bloomer but that is because society has both intentionally and unintentionally molded our minds into placing age along with metaphoric checklists with things that we should have already completed. Are these check lists bad? Most definitely not. But are they mandatory to be completed at a certain time? No, and it is alright. I have yet to sit on a plane, learn how to swim, experience my first break-up, my first bee sting, my first road trip etc. etc. I still have accomplished a decent amount of my personal goals and I still have plenty of time to experience all the other things that a person will experience. I am a late bloomer in some respect. But the key idea is that I am blooming. The blooming is forever constant. As long as I know my pace is leading me in the right direction I’m pretty sure my pitty sad first world problems will only be a small blimp on my radar due to the great things in store for my life ahead.
I’m 20 and I am marvelous.
Another day of cleaning my room. It stayed clean for almost a whole week from the last time I cleaned it. My personal record! Just dusted my bookcase full of knowledge! Well at least I can say that with my thesaurus and French-English Dictionary. The rest were my yummy escapes from reality. I need to start reading more again.
