she told me she never meant to make me cry, and I said...


you never do

Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa la la la la...

December.

         my favorite holiday. where joy is spread, love fills you up your entire being making you feel whole and complete. Like a thin light, love slips over you covering your cracks and broken bits. while this isn't always the case for everyone. For me, giving presents and seeing the joy, then receiving the love back. thats worth every penny I spend.

I love december, the smell of the blacktop after it rains, and the endless cars with trees strapped to their roof watching the fir needles fly in the air as the car whips on the freeway. It seems that christmas has been waiting to arrive for sometime now. I walked into Macy's a couple weeks before halloween, and christmas stuff was already being set up. The night after thanksgiving my town has a tree lighting ceremony where everyone comes out to watch this big oak tree in the middle of the town get lit up. The local high school choir sings christmas music, santa appears and the snow queen arrives. People walk hand in hand sipping the new christmas cups that startbucks hands out, walking from store to store, who offer cookies and cider. This is magical. This season is magical and people, mostly me, can't wait for it to arrive.



I have already set up a small put it together yourself tree, complete with beads, string of silver balls , and ornaments complete with an angel and presents I hand made and wrapped.

Elf is played on tv constantly, and lifetime is playing Fa la la la lifetime movies up until christmas. The best part is that I watch these movies with my family, we spend hours watching them together, laughing and crying because we are all saps for happy endings.

This indeed is the most wonderful time of the year.

I like to pretend...

That sometimes, I am in a Jane Austin movie.


I love love love the 1800's, while it was a horrible time for women considering the death traps called corsets, the fact that we had absolutely no say, and if we weren't married by 16 then we were done for prostitution or being a scullery maid.

However I love the dresses, and the romance of the time , although once again it was probably super super smelly, man and woman could not touch each other unless on the dance floor and that was through gloves, if you were to go on a date you would have to have a chaperone. talk about a serious third wheel.

I do love the outfits, even the guys, although I would not want to wear them, okay maybe once I would want to try on a dress , but I don't think I could wear a corset for the remainder of my life.
I love the stage coaches and the steam trunks. In fact I actually own a steam trunk, which I have made my dad move it around with us so that once I am older and have my own home, it can come live with me instead of the garage.

I want the inside of my house to have that 1800s castle feel. I have  been to the Winsdor castle in London and loved it so much, I went twice! in the same week. It is seriously so cool , and encourage everyone to go see it!

I would love my house to look like this someday:

How gorgeous is this living room!?

 

 

I am constantly looking for things that I can print, copy, rip out,  to put in my folder which I have labeled "FUTURE HOME" Yeah...I sort of have a folder where I have ideas on what I want my future home to look like. you know for ... design ideas. Anyways, if I become rich one day, I will have my house be as beautiful as this one probably is. 

This is like the steamer trunk that I have  

 

It's really cool to think that this was once on a stagecoach full of pretty dresses, shoes, hats maybe hair pieces. at least I think so . 

 

If you don't think this is absolutely gorgeous and want to try it on right now...

well something is clearly wrong with you, look at the fabric and the color and the delicate features. It is all so beautiful. 

My dream job would to be in a Jane Austin movie or any time period piece as long as I get to act, speak like they did and wear dresses like the one pictured above. my ultimate dream job. no words could express if I got that lucky.  

I WANT THEM NOW!

For right now, I guess I'll have to settle for trying to tackle making one of these dresses with my new sewing machine, which I am still having trouble sewing evenly. I guess a girl can dream huh?

I am a sewing machine

SO I just got a sewing machine last week. my very first sewing machine! is it weird that I am so excited to start making things?



 Today I made a pillow case! a pillow case! I mean it isn't perfect, I have strings hanging out and the seam is so not straight, it might not fit on a pillow but I made it and I feel so creative and good to have made it, although it took my two hours to do so. haha.

my very 1st pillow case! 

I mean I can hold this and say I made it! so cool! however my back and fingers do not agree, bending over for two hours and constantly poking myself with the pins, leave my body hurting, but now it's done and I can just relax! I want to be able to sew more than just pillowcases! soon I want to make jackets and skits and shirts and even socks!

So I bandage my fingers, icy hot my back and relax on the couch while watching my favorite movie of all time, Ever After.


I still haven't written more on my book, this is proving harder than I thought, hopefully tonight i'll get more words done.

:)

hope everyone has a great fantastic weekend!

new favorite word

ergo

Use it in a Sentence today, it makes you feel quite smart, ergo , you can get rid of those fake glasses you decided to wear today.


THINGS I PONDER :

- why spiders are so scary? seriously a spider smaller than my pinky, which is seriously small, freaked me out. I squealed and threw my left shoe at it. missed, and through my right shoe at it, missed again and ran with a book in my hand squishing it on the wall....

oh side note, don't use windex on the walls, it takes off the paint.





.... I can't think of anymore ponderings, I am quite tired ergo I am going to bed.


number of words: Same as yesterday, I was too tired to try to muster any finger tip strength  

my fingers hurt

I think I type hard when I get excited about what I am typing. I pound when I should lightly punch. Now my tips of my fingers hurt, time to take a break from writing my story!

here is a little sneak-peak at what I have written so far :)

I don’t always know where life is taking me, sometimes I pray for it to veer one way over the other, and sometimes I throw my hands up in the air and yell ayo, take me that way yo, lead me where you go I will follow. Take my hand, take my whole life too … Okay so maybe I get these ideas from songs, but point is I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with my life, which is why, when my family moved me across state on account of business, which wasn’t really business but an international spy mission, that all changed.

            I am just your typical teenager on the brink of adulthood, but not the official adulthood, the hood where I’m an adult but not legal to do anything but buy cigarettes and porn, both which are big no -no's coming from my family. Not that I would want to buy cigarettes or porn, or even think about buying those items, It just seems that that’s the only options I have for “being a legal adult”.  Lucky me.  

SO yeah that's where I am taking this story, last night around 11 i completely changed the whole Idea and all the characters so lets see if I can stick with this one. 

word count: 1715

I am simply content

Eating my lunch in a buzzlightyear lunchbag. I've got two compartments. how many does your lunch bag have? mines also insulated. is yours?



with the wind blowing my hair, my car seat reclined, my feet draped over the passenger seat and the sun shining on my face. I am perfectly content eating my sandwich which was cut into squares. Katy Perry on the radio and a good book in my hand, I enjoy my lunch time. I usually have an hour and a half before my next class to eat and read my book, today I got two hours and a half due to my class being canceled.


yes I eat my lunch in my car, no that doesn't make me a loner. I like my time alone with my book and lunch bag. Honestly I just like to admire my lunch bag during this time. While people parked next to me usually give me strange looks for enjoying such a thing, I can't help but think... there loss, and they wish they had a cool lunchbag like I do. 








On another note, I am attempting to do Nanowrimo , however it has already started and I haven't figured out what exactly my book will be; comedy,dramatic ..... you know ... simple stuff really.  I did just learn about it a couple of days ago. This will be a daunting task if I am to finish so I'll keep a word count below to keep me motivated.  


oh yeah its 50,000 words in 30 days.....YIKES! 








Number or words so far : 10

no title for today

It scares me, it really does. I think about it all the time and wonder if I am making the right decision. Not everyone has the same thoughts as I do, nor do they share the same passion.  I think I will, then I change my mind. I think I won't, and I become discouraged. I pray for peace of mind and only hear silence.  My head is full of hair and brain, what good is that in the world? Today we struggle and today we fight , not knowing the outcome of life. Sometimes I think it's better to just be. But what do I know? I am just a teenager right now, four months to come and i'll be an adult, but what do I know? Do I follow the path or veer right or left? If I circle back I'll be right back where I started, where I am now. four months from now, an adult, still searching, still hoping, still praying, still waiting.


The day it becomes alright, that's when I will know. that's when I will know.

Falling up

Last week, in front of the entire cast and crew of Cabaret.... I fell up the stairs while walking out the theatre....

on opening night...

later a girl fell off the stage and broke her foot.

need I say I started it?

my bad..........

oh the embarrassment of falling up , making a floor breaking boom, then bolting up and being a speedy mc speedster outta there.


Later that weekend I spent a lovely two days in Scotts Valley and Santa Cruz at my sister from another mister/mothers cabin. I love it there. the trees , the quite, the rain. It was a perfect recouping wonderful two days.


Maintenance, curse you, disabling my pictures uploads for two hours while I am trying to write this. curses no picture this post.

I have decided that I love the show : Psych

so funny. make me ha ha.

another Things I ponder episode coming soon

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LAUREN OVER HERE!

Today that teacher called me Lauren. Fantastic.

You know I don't know what is worse , the fact that I see that teacher every other day and he still doesn't have my name committed to memory, or the fact that he thinks I am someone else almost every time he sees me.

I think tomorrow i'll wear a name tag.

Hello, my name is AMANDA, don't forget it.

CHARICE OVER HERE!

                        With my eyes closed shut and my mouth twisted in a pucker, I am writing this blog. Today, I have no idea what to write about but the fact of that is fact, or something. but anyways what I am trying to say is I have no idea what my blog is blogging about. Do I talk about philosophical things? No!I couldn't even spell it, why would I write about it. Do I write about the news? not. a. chance because all it's filled with is sadness, and who wants to hear about sadness, let alone read it. Mainly I write this blog about me, and my life. I feel a  little selfish doing so, but I have been thinking about it and it still seems selfish. Almost like why would anyone in their right mind read a blog about my misfortune, thoughts, random accidents, and what I enjoy?  

I guess I don't really care why you read it as long as you do, that makes me happy. I really don't know what brought this up, or why I am blogging about it, I just feel like there is more that I can do then tell silly stories. 

whatever it works. 

I had that painful "oh my gosh he is talking to me" experience today. You remember those times where you would walk down the hallway and see a friend , or someone you thought was cute and they waved to you...... or at least you thought they were waving to you, turns out it was the person behind you right? if not...screw you...yeah well today I am working in the Tech Lab putting lights on a platform when my teacher comes up and goes, " Charice" I look the opposite way looking for Charice to talk to my teacher...... nobody is there. not to my left, in front or behind. thinking to my self that that was weird, i look at my teacher, he goes "Charice" again I look the opposite for this mysterious Charice, it's only when my teacher goes, " Charice over here" that I realize he is talking to me. *forehead slap! major!*  duh. it was one of those " oh my gosh, me, he is talking to me!" but not in a mushy school girl crush way, no.... an omg my teacher forgot my name and is now calling me someone else, what do I do way?/ I just looked like the biggest idiot. 

well I told him my name and he just went , oh yeah. and walked away....

wonderful.  

I wish I could write something philosophical, but I guess I should learn how to spell it first. thanks a lot spellcheck. 

 

Amanda the...cat lady?

My teacher told me today during our sweatshop, literally I was drilling nails into wood to make a table, that I looked like a cat person. okay not so much a sweatshop but it was about 100 degrees today and I was working really hard building sets in an non air conditioned theatre building.


.... now I don't know if it's because I'm not really into cats, or because I am a loyal dog owner and I love my two doggies more than anything.


.............. however it was kinda like a smack in the face. I pictured myself with twenty million cats rocking in a rocking chair while knitting a scarf and watching I love Lucy reruns........
 snapped back into reality, all I could do was smile and say no, really just a dog person.


I mean what makes a person look like a cat or dog person? I mean really?! just because I shed hair like no other, I seriously think I could make a wig with it, gross!

Does this really look appealing? the answer is no, no it doesn't

this however 

Soooooo cute!!!!!!! 

I'm embarrassing!

Like we didn't already know, but I am apparently embarrassing.

my dad gets a kick out of it, my sister wants to punch me. It's the best of both worlds.

In the midst of moving boxes to storage my dad feels like it's time to have a garage sale, and I couldn't agree more. People paying me money to take away my junk ( nothing of mine is junk, super nice important things, you know.) and I don't have to pack it or move it. It really is such a great concept. Now this garage sale happened a couple months ago but it ties into this blog. My dad had asked me to move this box of hats we have to a better place for the purchasers to see. obligingly doing my job I move the box and in the midst of moving the boxes I find well okay, I looked through the box to see if I wanted anything, two hats. one all black and one black and teal. so what do I do? duh , the most obvious thing anyone would do with two hats. I wear them. one facing one way and the other the other way. I basically have it covered for the two sides of my neck so I don't have to worry about sunscreen there. One problem.... now my front and back neck is exposed, so doing the most obvious thing I can do , I grab two more hats and put them on. Now every area on my head is covered. Nice. The garage sale starts in two minutes, not that it really has a starting time, thats just what it said on our street sign we posted.  What else could I do to make this garage sale more interesting? oh yeah, good idea! I get a spin desk chair and I swerve in it in front of the drive way! Its one way to get people to stop seeing as how a group of guys drove by and one stuck his head out the window going "WOAH" and they stopped. haha. brilliance !!!!!  I decided I was too hot with the four hats on so I took off two, keeping my favorite of choice on my head. The rest of the garage sale, I even drove my sister and her friend to safeway wearing my hats like this. I think my sister is probably used to it by now but I might have scared her friend.

To top it all off, when my dad saw me I had added those 3d glasses you get at the movies, however I had punched the tinted glasses part out. All he did was laugh and take pictures of me. I enjoy the fact that my dad sees me like this interacting with people and doesn't ask me to change, in fact he had someone he work with drop something off at our house, and he encouraged me to wear the outfit when that person arrived. so lovely.

example a

My sister on the other hand, still gets embarrassed by some of my antics. For example. OH THIS JUST PISSED ME OFF. so I, being the nicest daughter a dad could have, suggested to pick up dinner. I told my sister come come along but she must wear those doctor gloves, not touch anything, and cough into a tissue that must be discarded once outside of the car ( she was uber sick) if I had a facemask I would have made her wear it. I suggested several times that we stop and get some but she refused...I guess she only goes so far with my suggestions.

I like to think I have a mild case of Hypochondria, Ill see something and think, oh em gee... I totally have that. or i'll read up on the latest sickness ( I have no idea why, must be the hypochondriac in me) and totally think I might get it or have it/ slash the fact ( like how I added the / and then told you it was a slash?) that when my sister is sick or anybody is sick I need disinfectant and to stay 10 feet or more away at all times.  I think admitting to Hypochondria proves even more that my case is there but mild...or so i'd like to believe....I don't want to be a freak or anything..ha..ha..


Anyways so my sister and I have just pulled in a parking spot, well technically I pulled and she sat. but whatever, I pulled and my sister sat ready to get out of the car , when some lady pulls up and parks next to us. Doing the right thing I wait for them to get out since they already started to, when the door opens on the passenger side and this lady gets out , but in the process of getting out lets the door hit my car door and bounce off it a couple times, knowing that it was hitting my car, and just not caring. ( maybe she thought we weren't in the car...but still! COME ON!?!!?)  picture me: sitting in my car mouth hanging open , eyes wide as I say very loudly "LADY, YOU ARE HITTING MY CAR!" ... she looks up , sees us in the car, sees my face and say "oh!" and stops the door from its continuing bouncing....

I think at this point my sister may have crouched down lower in the car telling me to be quiet because they could hear what I was saying.  my response" I know they can hear me, they should, she shouldn't be letting the door hit my car" I say this still in my loud voice. Now, the rest of the car has unpiled and they are looking at me like i'm crazy, but come on, if someone was letting their car door hit your door knowingly and not even try to stop it... you would be upset too.. don't lie. And these weren't soft touches, they were hard bangs, hard enough that I could feel it (thats what she said) . My sister thinks I overreacted but it was my car, she doesn't understand cause she doesn't have a car. They were probably looking at me like I was crazy anyways cause on that side i have a big scrape on it because I accidentally ran into a pole... hard. haha but it wasn't my fault. well it was but I was sick and had just taken Dayquill and your apparently not supposed to drive cause of side effects. anyways I thought the pole was much farther away than it apparently was. I miss that pole every single time except for that one time. curse you!

my sister and I ... the usual 

I feel that as time goes on and the older I get, the less I care about acting the way society wants me to act, more about being myself and not contained in a world where I have to act a certain way, although there are appropriate times to act like society wants, and I know those but putting a smile on someone's face always makes my day. example... my gym picture is of me pretending to shoot guns in the air, every time I check in they see that picture.

example b

It's Friday!

 Finally it's friday! The day I can finally relax and do nothing.... oh wait. I have biology test on monday so that means studying the whole weekend. fantastic.


     I guess I can't really complain. I want a good grade so I study hard. I guess it's my fault for ruining my weekend. oh well. the little things I do in life.


     I am one of those people who do things and don't really care what you think, I am my own person, I am constantly told how weird I am and usually pointed at/ laughed at. For example My lab partner pointed out a drawing I had made looked like pac-man. You know the game pac-man right? well anyways I started humming the tune to the game and drew the little dots that it eats, after all that she looks at me and she wow... you're really weird. I replied with.....I know, all smiles from me. It's not unusual that I am told that.  

When I was living in Santa Monica, I was on the way to the gym with my roommate and we danced to our music the whole 5 blocks to the gym. We got stares and points and lots of eye raising and laughing, but it was fun, and we definitely made some peoples day, so I'd say instead of walking to the gym.... dance your way to the gym and see what it brings you :)


Another example. I am not afraid or ashamed to say I like Justin Bieber and will bust a move to him if I hear him playing somewhere. So in that case I'm not afraid or ashamed to blast Jbiebs in my car and sing full blast to "baby baby baby oh! " or " enie menie miny moe" or "you smile I smile" ... or.... you get the point...anyways picture this: all the windows on my car down, sunroof open, Bieber on full blast and me, singing full blast adding dance moves every now and then, when all of a sudden..... super hot smokey sexy man walks in front of my car and stares at me with both eyebrows up, like way up to the point of reaching his hair line. His lips were twitching in a smirk and I could tell he was holding back a laugh.......  ...........I caught his eye and I could only look away right away and turn Bieber down a little bit.... one word. embarrassing. It takes not quite a lot to embarrass me but just the right thing to make me realize how embarrassing some situations I put my self in are.  Definitely a slap to the forehead move.


I mean I could go on and on and on and tell you all my embarrassing stories and things I do that put me in those situations but that would just take forever!

I do know that I still got BIEBER FEVER BABY!

How cute is he?! 

THINGS I PONDER

So my friend Tori, made her status one day : Things I ponder..

 and that got me thinking... I PONDER A LOT. like a lot a lot

so this post is dedicated to her and thanks for making me ponder even more.



THINGS I PONDER SEGMENT:

- Do Ducks and Fish get cold? or hot?

- Do French cows moo in French?

- How do rappers move their mouth so fast?

- If socks are clothing for our feet, can just our toes have socks too?

- When pronouncing Herb, the H is silent.....

- If a tree falls in a forest and nobody is around... does it still make a sound?


I have a ton more ponder segments to come. If you have any answers please comment :}

Thanks for joining me Tonight at 7:44 pm this has been THINGS I PONDER with Simply Amanda

goodnight.

hmmm... well....

So things I have noticed on my  blog.....


1. my picture is huge. I thought I had scaled it down but I guess that didn't work.

2. I follow myself.


does this make me conceited?

.... probably

OH EM GLEE- and a little bit of 'ARRY POTTAH

RAWR RAWR AH AHA H ROMA ROMAMA GAGA OOO LA LA WANT MY GLEE TO BE ON NOW.

okay so I am so thrilled/excited/beyond bouncing up and down on my bed, cause I'm on my floor, excited for Glee to come back on this Tuesday! Sooo I kinda wish my high school was that cool to have a glee club, but seeing as how I graduated ... I can't join. depressing.


it is by the way completely dark in my room as I type this, the only light being from my computer. I would turn on the light but that would require moving and I feel more inspired writing in the dark. hmm. I would write you a story about robots attacking Harry Potter...or as I like to call him 'arry Pottah. but that would be a completely different post. Which brings me back to my dear old friend. 'Arry Pottah.


'Arry Pottah nonsense below-skip if you are a Slytherin.

Smack Talking those Slytherins 

Did you know that Sept. 1st is when Hogwarts starts? or started? If you didn't well now you do!.. my friend Mandy told me this , since she was reading good ol 'Arrys books.  And well we decided that we can't wait for our next term to start ( while actually realizing that we are too old for Hogwarts now) we like to look to our past times spent roaming the Hogwarts halls and befriending the paintings. If you were wondering... we were Hufflepuffs. Now I know the sorting hat refers to the Hufflepuffs as "ALL THE REST" my response was ...uhhh rude hat. but then I got to thinking that the Slytherins (SLYTHERBULLIES) the Gryffindors ( Gryffindorks) and the Ravenclaws ( Ravenpigeons) all have one giant quality such as being horribly bad, brave, and or smart. While us Hufflepuffs have more than one great quality , putting us in Hufflepuff- Huff-le- puff. We have all the qualities of the other houses except slytherin cause we are all nice friendly loyal people, but one doesn't stand out more than the others . pretty much we are awesome, and great finders.

Here is a picture of my friend mandy and I at the Hogwarts Express

'Arry joins us on the platform

 

Closer view of train 

  

Meeting up with everyone

Trying out my new Firebolt 2000

 

Hanging out before train leaves

Trying to fit all our trunks on the train- we might have packed too much! 

SO EXCITED TO LEAVE! 

About to go into our Hufflepuff cabin!

Off to a great year at Hogwarts! Bye Families!

Finally made it to Hogwarts!

In our room! Can't wait to unpack and go exploring! 

What can I say...I just love Harry Potter. and that makes me a nerd, but thats okay. I was going to post this on sept. 1st and then forgot. oh well! 

enjoy and have a magical day 

simply Amanda

Simply school daze

There it is again, that annoying buzzing sound. Where is it coming from? Why wont it stop? I quicken my steps down the deserted hallway searching for anyone else who might be in this random deserted hallway... I have no idea how I got here .... hmmm thats strange.... There is a piece of paper with the number 5:30 attached to a door, my breath catches in my throat as I hear that buzzing sound again, it seems to be closing in on me, that buzzing sound echoing in my ear, an annoying buzz resonates from behind me , with shaky hands I grab a random bat that appeared out of nowhere and turn around quick, the bat falls from my hand and disappears somewhere unknown, in front of me is a, its a .... its a .... its a GIANT ALARM CLOCK! THE HORROR!

     seriously doesn't it seem a little excessively early waking up at 5:30 am to get to my Bio Lab at 8 am till 10:50. I  honestly have no idea how many times I pushed the snooze button. well anyways its now 6 am so I am officially on a late start to getting ready. Yes I usually set my alarm 15 minutes ahead of time , to allow myself to wake up and hit the snooze, I guess I didn't do that this time. 

 Honestly dreams are weird, you appear in random places, random things appear and disappear and half the time you can't remember what you just dreamt. Darn you REM cycle! 

on another note, I made it to class with three minutes till 8. yipee! on another another note: in my rush to get out of the house I forgot my Lab. shoot! 

So of course I forget my Lab and we have three Labs due today. thats just so freaking awesome, I am just so thrilled. luckily since my teacher poured hot water over my hand, I can turn it in next week. I shall explain myself now: 

So my group is testing things in test tubes and what nots in a beaker over a heater. my teacher decides that there is too much water in our beaker and decides to dump some out. 

3 SECONDS EARLIER 

- Gah something is on my hand, I go over the to sink and start washing my hands

FLASH BACK

my teacher picks up our beaker with a glove assuming there is boiling water in it and brings it to the sink  where I have just finished washing my hands, as I go to turn the water off, my teacher decides now would be a good time to dump some water out. 

turns out the boiling water was just hot, but it went all over my hand making me gasp and and literally say " Gah!" it wasn't burning my hand, but it was at that uncomfortable hot ,hot making me gasp. After a million i'm sorry and a trillion its really okay it wasn't that hot, my teacher decides he should give me pay back and dump the water on himself. 

WHAT?!  CRAZY?!

so he goes ahead and dumps the water on himself exclaiming pain because of the hot water. He told me he would give me an A for the semester, ha!, and then called me "BURN GIRL" the rest of class.  

What an interesting life I lead. 

however Id say the best part is later on in that day I was minding my own business, per usual, when this guy comes up to me and asks if he can join where I am sitting. me being nice, which I should stop doing, allowed him to sit with me. he starts talking to me while i'm eating and I pull out some fake homework because I honestly have no interest in talking to the man who wont leave me alone. He asks me if he is bothering him ( yes) and I tell him " Oh, no your fine" his response " oh damn, thanks girl, your fine too" I pretended to ignore him 

..... Lets just say I will no longer be using "Oh, no your fine" for that leads to trouble, new sentence = LEAVE ME ALONE . haha just kidding I wouldn't say that but maybe along the lines of GET OUT OF HERE AND DON'T EVER COME BACK OR I'LL KICK YOU WHERE IT HURTS...

yeah I think i'll go with that one. 

Simply what the heck?

        The time is 2:33pm. The weather is hot but barable in the shade, which is where I am pensively nibbling on carrot slices, trying horribly to study for my sociology test thats in 50 minutes ,and I am faced with a problem.....


        The problem that I can never escape the weirdness of this so called world. My life is surrounded by weird creepy people. Not that I'm not weird and I can certainly be creepy... But times like these I wish that just once it would happen to someone else.

        While trying to remember Herbert Meads theory of the social self, my ears are burned with a botch singing of rent songs, wicked songs , Taylor swift and  profanity from nerds. I swear I have nothing against nerds or video games but this group in front of me is a bunch of guys and an awkward girl trying to sing and pass soccer balls back and forth while while swearing at each other over the game Zelda and pulling each others ponytails, weird right? Yeah tell me about it. I guess I could move to a different place, but that would involve frying in the sun. And I can't eat my lunch in the library. Tough life.

       Twice I have almost been hit with a soccer ball. They keep hitting the windows of the building where my table is at, I am surprised no one has come to tell them to cut it out. My book is lying open shouting at me to study but my eyes are assaulted from these people who are not only wearing dog collars but leashes attached to them. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in peoples head. But have come to the conclusion I really don't want to know. Popping a cherry tomato in my mouth I wonder how much time I have spent conspicuously staring at these people and how they interact with each other, total time : 15 minutes...... minutes until test : 35 and it takes at least 5 minutes to get where I am to my classroom so total now is :30 minutes... sigh.

        You know it's times like these when I realize that I really am not that weird/strange considering what is going on in front of me. .... really? dog collars? leashes? I mean why?!

       ......okay I admit I want to throw their soccer ball in the pond across from me just to see what they would do, is that bad?

where was I?.... oh yes, Herbert Meads theory of self..... lovely.

Time till testing doom: 18 minutes. curse you Zelda.

SIMPLY FORGIVE ME ....please

SO , I have totally been slacking.

    totes( my new way of saying totally)
 

I thought I could do the write a blog everyday , and keep up with it .... truth is... it's a lot harder than it sounds, or looks.... I couldn't decide what one to use..... sounds...


Truth is I am at school from 9:30-5 mondays and wednesdays
                                             11:00- 4:45 on tuesdays
                                  and     8:00- 4:45 on Thursdays


so imagine my enthusiasm now when I realize, not only is my brain fried, my legs hurt for standing and working in the technical theatre shop, building sets and what nots, driving home that usually takes 30 minutes but equals almost an hour because of traffic, and then having to do homework and go to the gym. IT'S FREAKING HARD and tiring.


however that does not mean that weird/funny/hilarious things don't happen to me on a daily basis. So now that tomorrow is thursday , I will begin to write down my interesting days and what happens in them.  I am sorry if anyone was wondering, what happened to simply amanda? well she will simply just have to explain herself.

I have started writing down things that happen to me , as soon as they happen to me so I can remember it for this blog. haha. oh the hilarity.

okay so I will leave you with this. Tomorrow, maybe tonight I will post one of the things that has happened to me.
Thanks for sticking through with me here, slowly getting back on track.

in other news, the neighbors brought over baklava .... needless to say... it's now gone. Have a Happy Thursday!

simply me, AMANDA.

Simply Siblings

 Siblings, can't live with them, can't live with out them.... or is that men? 

either way they are there for you whether you want them to be or not. Sometimes you don't like what they do or say, but you will always love them. 

Take for instance my sister, Sammie. I LOVE her to death! sometimes I don't agree with what she says to me, or what she does, but its time like when she brings flowers home for me because she is happy I am home, makes me forget everything she says that I don't like. The simple thing of her remembering my favorite flowers are Daisies and my favorite color is blue/ I hate the smell of lavender,  are the simple things that make me Love her so much.  She can be annoying as heck, and piss me off to where I threaten to punch her in the face ( not really, but really) but no matter what she is my family and I will always love her. 

sappy right? Well it's true!  

Today to my surprise, my sister brought me home pink daises from her Costco trip. I asked if it was a joke, since the only reason I would receive flowers would be if it were my birthday. It is not my birthday today so imagine my shock when my sister walked into my room and pulled pink daisies from behind her back.  She told me she was happy that I was home this year for school and all the blue daisies were dying so she picked pink. I was so shocked, but I was so thrilled. We get in fights, all siblings do, but we now have the ability to get over it in five seconds and are back to laughing. It must be extremely weird to watch, as we bicker over something stupid and in the next second we are laughing and making jokes.  

SIBLINGS!

I felt like screaming siblings, no reason why. 

so funny story, as I started writing this blog my sister yells from the kitchen..." AAAAAMMMMMAAANNNDAAA" ... insert groan a roll of the eyes as I reply with an annoyed  WHAT!? she tells me its time for dinner and off I go to the kitchen to greet her with a fake punch to her face, she flinches .... normal interaction between us.  we then proceeded to pronounce whore and coffee in New Jersey accents, finding it completely entertaining and funny, and finding different sentences to use them in. 

The Beautiful bouquet of Pink Daisies! 

So now it's time for bed and I'm downstairs and she is upstairs and we are texting each other. can't really get any better.  

Funny Tidbit that happened to me today: while in my technical theatre class this guy asked me why I was taking the class, after my explanation I asked why he was... his response... " I love using power tools" saying that with a creepy smile.... okay wait now that I wrote that it doesn't seem as creepy as when it was said to my face... okay better explanation ... Have any of you see the show Dexter? yeah well imagine Dexter saying that with a smile... is that a better visual for you cause that's what it was like. 

My favorite sister. 

       Simply Amanda ...out! 

Simply a MAJOR CONFLICT .... well ... not really.

I hate conflict!


GAAAHHH CONFLICT! how you curse me!

so here is my deal : I signed up to audition for the musical Cabaret, that my school is putting on.  I am terrified to audition for it 1.) the only singing audition I have done has been for choir and that took lots o guts to do , 2) I have no idea how to audition for a musical theatre audition, they want 32 bars, which I can do since I took choir but... what!? the what?! I get nervous just thinking about it. 3.) I feel like its kinda racy for me to be apart of.....( sounds funny but I am pretty conservative and don't wear lingerie on stage...by choice. 4.) I have that horrible thing called self doubt where I don't think I sound good at all when I sing, no matter how many times someone reassures me.... its a horrible thing I need to work on. 5.) I'm scared. haha lame but true . what kind of actress am I? good question. I don't know. 6.) I would love to work on a musical, i'm just not sure this is the musical for me. 7.) I don't want to fail miserably at my audition because my nerves will get to me and then see the stage manager in my bio class the next day.


So thats my conflict. do I audition or not? I am headed towards not since the audition is tomorrow, I have no idea what to sing, I am scared ( about to say a bad word, scroll down if younger than 18) Shitless and I don't want to fail. Although i've been told countless times it will take a hundred no's for just one yes.


WHY AM I IN THIS INDUSTRY? because believe it or not I love acting, its fun, its hard, its challenging. but the pay sucks unless you actually having a recurring role... or an actual role. So okay this has helped me a lot in my decision. and I know all you musical theatre lovers might bash me in with a microphone, but I think i'll pass this audition and go for one of their non musical production firsts. Believe me I love musicals so much, I really really want to be apart of one but this one is just not the one.

It really is you musical, not me. so i'm breaking up with you for now.


I am sad however that I let my fears get in my way, I should really stop doing that, once I find the courage. Actually come to think of it, I did audition for play pro at my high school ... twice.... and sung in front of them. well. I didn't make it into that but thats because of politics. haha I am a loser. uejfks,pa;sefmlqphfi  I guess bad experiences overall kinda hold me back. but ill be back for the next one!  .... i think....




So good, I am coming out with this much more relief from the decisions and don't feel like I will regret it too much, well not until I actually see the musical performed. and great I get the walk of shame down those theatre steps and into the green room to cross my name off the list. poop. I hate these conflicts.


..... THIS IS NOT MY ACUTAL BLOG POST FOR TODAY- HENCE...NO PICTURE....

I WILL CONTINUE LATER ON IN THE EVENING WITH THE ACTUAL ONE.....

.........TO BE CONTINUED...

I am a Bloggy Blog Blogger

If my new design hasn't scared you off yet, then congratulations, you can look past the weird.

So thinking, what obviously I do , in my spare time only. That there is so much I have yet to do, such as travel the world again, learn a different language, achieve my dreams, run through sprinklers and feed my dogs. Of course there is so much more that I want to do , but my life is just starting, and to me... to me that's  crazy. I mean I have been living for 19 years and my life is just now starting. There is so much I want to accomplish! I have fears on top of fears that my fears will hold me back from getting where I want to be. I have a way of setting fear in my brain, and on those occasional time where I am thinking, I think fear of what is yet to come. Isn't there like some kind of disease for that? I already think I have a mini disease of Hypochondria... please don't come near me if you are sick, or tell me about some kind of disease , because I guarantee you, I will get it. well my doctors say I wont.

get what I did there? I  made a joke. if not. well. whatever.

Today I cleaned my room, big deal! like big deal, for me anyways. Its like my room suddenly got way bigger and way more cool! I have a carpet finally, my boxes are gone..(shoved in my closet) I can see my desk is made of wood, and I found my shoes I had been looking for.... Score!

I think everyone should clean their rooms every once in a while, its nice because you find things you forget you had, like I found my book light whom I call Oscar. I missed my baby blue light helper. Sadly I found that I had killed Oscar by leaving his light switch on. Oscar will be missed greatly, but now I have Tank, my charcoal black sturdy light helper.... he however is no Oscar. Isn't it funny how people, or maybe just me , become attached to inanimate objects. I have my book light, and a pencil that I never let anyone borrow, some have chairs at dinner time where they won't let anyone else sit (sammie), or that specific spot on the couch where you rush to get to so nobody else can sit there , otherwise your watching of television is severely ruined? What objects do you become attached to?


Blogging to music, fuels the thought processing going on in my gears, also just the random things that happen to me fuel that process. Last night , I thought my room was being attacked by pigeons, since my sister had mentioned hearing them on the roof before, I thought last night when I heard scratching noises against my wall, that I was under attack. Turns out it was just Ginger, my loyal older dog, stretching her paws against the wall every five minutes, each time I would turn over to see what the noise was, and there she was just laying against the wall starring at me. okay so it was a little creepy but I think she had to go outside and was trying to wake me up. successful, I let her outside and then back inside... in case you were wondering, and then went back to sleep.... I didn't hear anymore noise until the morning when she was what I like to call " chasing rabbits". You know if you have a dog, sometimes dogs dream at night, I don't know of what... it could actually be something really scary and mean that is making dogs act like they are running and whimpering in their sleep.  that sentence made me sad. I don't like that sentence. I'd like to delete you sentence, but I wont. I like to think that they make those running moves and noises because they are having a grand old time chasing rabbits, or squirrels or maybe even  trying to do the running man. who knows? I certainly don't, but I hope it's not the latter of the two.

So my bloggy blog blog. is a bloggy blog blog with a blogger who blogggy blogs when she has the chance. she being me. me being simply amanda. Good. now that we have that settled... I have no idea why I wrote that , but I wanted to tie the Title to something so.... here we are. Title tied.    

I am so random sometimes. its crazy! I swear it's the music I listen to, it's all over the place. Well I finished my first week of school. Wasn't that bad! well the thursday are since I go from 8 am till 4:45, getting up at 5:30 am. It basically sucks but it's only one semester. Okay so my sociology teacher, is pretty darn awesome. I say that now right...but I'm just waiting for the rest of the semester to play out. He is all over the place, literally , he doesn't sit still the entire class time. He looks you in the eye longer than necessary , he sits in the desk in front of you and turns it around while you talk, and he is British. It must be the British thing, but he is pretty darn cool. I have to admit , I chose him as a teacher because people said on ratemyprofessor.com that his accent was pretty darn cool. And i'll admit.... It's pretty darn cool! It is kinda like I am studying abroad but not , two days out of the week I have an hour in London. basically. So far one of my favorite classes. I found out in Bio lab that my teacher is actually hilarious, and thats a good thing, however one of my lab partners is more interested in how her hair looks then how to convert from ml to L. My Technical theatre class is pretty darn awesome too, i'm on the stage every single class, I couldn't ask for anything better. Which reminds me...I need to buy that book and cancel my subscription to the LA times. blah.  oo..... Ginger just made that pigeon noise again.... well anyways my classes are okay so far , we shall see later on.

    this has been
         Simply Amanda

I feel like I need a picture each blog, this is my wishful thinking family.
enjoy. 

           A not so simple bloggy blog blogger..... or whatever.

Simply an IPhone blog

Today has been the weirdest weird day I've ever experienced. Actually that's a lie but it's in my top 20. So yeah no blog yesterday since it was my first day of school so I thought I should respect that day and not blog but sleep. And today is my first blog post from my IPhone! So please excuse the spelling errors. iPhones are hard to blog on. Especially if they change the entire word, making the sentence hard to understand, for example I wrote today is my first blog post from my iphone, my phone changed it to today is my first dog pasta from my iphone.....? see what I mean!  I'll fix it once I get home :)

Okay so on to today! Doesn't start off very well seeing has how I have five minutes to get to class and I still couldn't find anywhere to park. Ftw right!? Well finally found one and am only two minutes late to class. How did that happend? I have no idea. Anyways I go through the rest of my classes momentarily being tricked by an "actor" student telling me that his name was John when in fact it was Derrick, letting me proceed to embarrass myself while introducing him to, unbeknownst to me, his good friend as John. After they cracked up and I faded my laugh into a confussed....wait what? They explained, I did not find it all that amusing.

Goose butt

Now on to the best part. I was minding my own business relaxin in the shade looking over a pond/man made lake thing. Staring at the geese and watching their white bottoms fly into the air and trying to capture it on camera, when all of a sudden this guy appears and say hi to me. I lowered my phone and slowly looked up responding with a "hi?". Thinking oh gosh now what's going to happen, since this is usually how weird things happen to me, odd men coming up to me and saying hi. He then proceeded to tell me his name was Elliot and he was not very sober and was looking for a friend to talk/lay his head on a shoulder to sleep. I had no response for that so he asked me if he could join me on my bench. Me being what I like to think is nice, said oh yeah sure no problem and went back to trying to capture the geese mid dive. Wrong move. He sat down and proceeds to tell me his life story mentioning that he wasn't very sober but it was okay that he was kinda drunk because he was 22. With a soft "oh, okay" I went back to my phone. Hoping that maybe if I'm silent he'd leave. All of a sudden  I see out of the corner of my eye his finger inching slowly closer and closer to my shoulder, finally making contact with a sharp poke while he verbally "poked" me.  I turned to him slowly with a tight smile then continued on with my phone. He then asked for a hug, which I suggested a high five. He agreed to the high five and asked me if I was single. thinking he would leave If said no, I said no which prompted him to say he was once engaged but recently broke it off due to the fact that she not only had a three some but a four some with four guys. His words. Grossed out I said oh, sorry to hear that. And he told me it wasn't my fault. Phew. I don't know what I would do if it had been my fault.

The Pond man made lake thing

            Then he pulled out a pb and j sandwhich and asked if I wanted half. I declined. He told me I seemed pretty chill and that he has been "trying to get on a  lot of girls ass lately" I told him I was a Christian so I was not trying to "get any ass" he then scooted closer and put his head on my shoulder which I immediately shrugged off. Telling him I was not a cuddly person. He didn't beleive me and poked my arm a couple more times saying "poke" each time. Then agreeing with me saying my arm wasn't as soft as he thought. Gee Thanks. I made a joke about getting some muscle and he starred at me blankly, awkward. Finally with crusty peanut butter on his mouth he said he was going to try to find other friends and not to stop him. I didn't. So now I'm sitting here alone again looking out at the pond/man made lake thing. Realizing this whole time my foot has been resting on duck poop. Awesome. What a great second day of school. I have one more class which I must run to now seeing as it's actually 10 minutes earlier than I thought, I am literally walking and blogging, first evllej....oops I just ran into someone, sorry! . I'll keep you updates if anything else happened to me. Which it should. Hope your days at school are as interesting as mine!
           This has been simply Amandakrwn

..... ran into someone else...

Simply a great way to end the summer

Sunday, August 15th . My last day of freedom.

School starts tomorrow, and can I say that I  am not at all prepared for it? I picked up my school binders today but still have to see where my classrooms are. Tomorrow my first two classes are Bio with lab and math. awful.


On a better note  : Today has been Simply a great way to end my summer.

Starting off with a brunch in Berkeley and making our way up to The Claremont Hotel to get a look at the city, simply breath taking. A Ghostly white Hotel against a white skyline + five friends = a seriously need to go ghost hunting.

Going to Costco with my family, while pretending to be with another family so I could go in while my family was getting a cart.... successfully,  and getting a free sample of chocolate chip gelato , SCORE!
Ending the day at my friend Dani's house for her birthday party.

Embarrassing story time: walked into the elevator with my friends at The Claremont Hotel , as the doors close I say " okay guys, whose the devil" and I get blank stares and an awkward silence. haha lets just say I probably seemed like sooo weird! haha I was trying to be like that movie about the elevator and the devil. well lets say it sounded better in my head/ better response. but all is well.

question: could you start a symphony with pee? my answer yes, as discovered in the bathroom. haha.


Here is an awesome story:

Inspired by Dani's mom's summer camp experience. We released balloons into the air that had notes attached to them, with our emails and a short note such as, where'd you find me? email me back, have a great day, make me a sandwich, and return this balloon you balloon stealer, hoping that someone will find the balloons and actually email us back. Here are the pictures:

getting ready to let go 

and away they go 

Beautiful attempt at making friends

Phote cred: Tori S.

To me this is so inspirational, thinking about brining people together completely by chance. How amazing!


So first day of school tomorrow, don't quite have the flutterbys (butterflies)  in my stomach yet, but i'm sure they will come fluttering by soon.

Simply amanda, simply out..PEACE.
eh trying something new.......

sometimes I write things...

 Smart Water, does it really make you smart? Instead of the original fish, mine is floating a duck. Does that make sense? no... shoot  I have to drink more water, smart water that is. .... Smart Water... you can pay me too. I don't mind. 

Saturday. one more day till doom. (insert 24 theme noise) 

I  attended a bridal shower today and it was awesome! I am so happy for the happy couple!   

I made a to-do list today that I wrote must be done TODAY in all caps at the top as if that would  push me to get it done all today, which i wanted, which was probably the reason it was written in all caps then underlined...twice. Did everything get done... no...why? Because I was tired! It was one of those days. 

FLASH FORWARD TO THREE HOURS EARLIER.... 

yeah I am still tired and have coffee in my hands.... this was a pointless flash forward. 

FLASH BACKWARD THREE HOURS 

back to where we started... well ended. whatever, get off my case. 

ooo ... i'm feeling sassy today. and all over the place as usual.... must remember that this is not a rant blog but a tell funny stories that happen to me on a daily basis. such as: 

Today I wore a dress, curled my hair, put makeup on and headed to a bridal shower...you know the usual. Of course I needed my coffee so we stopped at Starbucks and I ordered my favorite drink. Thanked Starbucks, tipped them , got into my car and drove off. I am so excited for my first sip of my favorite drink, I can't wait to taste my soy chi tea lat... THIS IS NOT CHI TEA. this is just a latte with soy. okay, thanks Starbucks you officially ruined my day, not only do I need my coffee in the morning , but I need my coffee to be right. Not Wrong. Not horribly wrong. you may be thinking right now " come on simply amanda, it was simply a mistake" WELL WRONG MY LITTLE SIMPLE READER. WRONG. if you want me to function then I need a drip of coffee!  coffee that I will enjoy and suggest to my other simple minions and then bring in the big bucks for you.To top it all off, I was already halfway to the freeway so I couldn't turn around without making us late to the bridal shower. So I continue the drive pouting about my coffee listening to my song of the month : Waka , Waka by shakira, and while at red lights dancing like she does in the music video...I am not ashamed. Finally get to the bridal shower get out of the car, close the door , start to walk and get tugged back to the car. I had shut the door on my dress. Later in the evening I managed to stub my toe and make my butt go numb. 

.... like I said it was just one of those days. 

everyone has an off day right? 

However I have decided that once I have kids, I will teach them french so they can be more adorable than this girl, and tell way more adorable convincing lies. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVJWKdrqWKg&feature=related 

I don't know how to highlight it so you can just click it so you may neeeedddddded to ed lwek .... I was going to delete that added eeeddddd to ed lwek. but I thought it was funny considering I thought the blog was like " No more! You can't write any more. bad day blogs only get so much writing space. Stop it okay, write something happy." 

but then it came back so ... that about sums it up. 

i (punched in the dot) also just wrote sumbs right now. mwahahaha. why am I so weird? 

i - CAPITALIZE IT OR GET PUNCHED IN THE DOT 

excuse me while i punch a lot of dots 

Simply a magical fort

So today would be that dreaded F word, and not only is it the dreaded F word, it just so happens to be the F word on the 13th. FRIDAY THE 13TH . I've noticed I have started all my blogs with So....so far. Today was probably one of the best Friday the 13th I have have, first I went shopping today....SCORE! and secondly I was invited over to a wonderful friends house to have, unbeknownst to be, a magical fort experience.

 Tonight has been one of those times where you realize you really have the best friends on the planet, where you can just sit in a homemade fort that probably took at least over an hour to make, have tea and balloons and rules such as No urination in the fort, and never run out of things to talk or laugh about , especially if the fort is soundproof. Times like these I will cherish forever.

Delicious Green Tea 

Honestly you are never too old to make a fort, sit in one, drink tea in one, or pretend to be pregnant in one. Feeling like a very sophisticated eight year old, I made my way into one of the most magical forts I have ever been in. First the entrance, I felt like I was entering a secret night club where only select members could enter, and I was one of them.

The entrance...How cool! 

Entering this fort was like walking into a magical playground. The ground was covered in colored gumdrops, aka balloons! I was actually surprised there wasn't a bouncer for this club waiting inside to escort the non select out.  There was a ladder with a fun silver dangly sparkly thingy, in honor of Friday the 13th, or simply for decoration but it was beautiful .

It is magical 

 We then went over the fort rules, figuring that rule number one and two was not, no urinating in the fort, but was a rule that must be applied. Few rebellious fort goers decided it would be cool to pour their tea on the ground, since that wasn't against the rules ... we let it go. 

The rules! 

looking straight up into the fort was just as beautiful as staring at the ground. 

The straight up view 

Friends are the best , especially friends like mine who take the time to build a fort and invite us over. Those who laugh and scoff at the idea of spending the day in a tent, obviously aren't as cool as us, but thats okay because they don't know what they are missing out on. 

With a balloon under my shirt and a protective hand over my balloon bump, discussing twilight and putting real fetuses into balloons, what more of a night could I have asked for? Honestly not much. what a great way to spend my last friday on summer vacation.  

                                   Update: teacher emailed me back(yay) however very unhelpful. 

                                   Update update : vita cocos in fridge....  zero. ugh. 

Going to a bridal shower tomorrow ....well today since I have gone over time. so excited!

                                  Update update update: Happy Birthday Dani!  

So all of you with that inner sophisticated eight year old in you, go build a fort, drink tea and share a magical fort moment with all your friends. It's sure to leave a magical memory.  

photo cred:TORI


 doesn't it look like a castle? I could just live in it... however one of the rules is all body parts much stay in tent...and no boys allowed.... and if you break the fort...I break your neck. so Prince charming coming to save me , might be a little difficult...  I guess we will think of something, after all .... it is magical.