I received the Versatile Blogger Award!

Here are the rules:
1. Thank the person who gave you the award
2. Share seven things about you
3. Nominate 6 newly discovered blogs
4. Let your nominees know about the award!

1. A big thanks to Nikolett from Better Than Coffee! I love winning things!

2. Seven Things About Me:

• I know if you read my blog it seems like I complain a lot, but I'm actually a very happy person. I think I just tend to show the less happy on the Internet.
• I like redheaded people.
• I want to travel, but I'm going to be in so much debt after I finish school that I'll have to wait practically forever.
• I lovelovelove appliances and cookware! Every visit to Target ends up with me wandering down the home isles. My parents started buying things for my apartment, and so far I have: a skillet, a new muffin pan, 2 casserole dishes, a set of 3 mixing bowls, this neat carosel thing with spatulas and spoons, and a George Foreman grill. Now I just need some saucepans, a cookie sheet, a meat tenderizer, and a set of knives and I'll be set.
• I can totally use all of those things too. And I've figured out that I'm best at making Italian food.
• Number of photos on my iPod of Emma Pillsbury from Glee that I keep for "Em-spiration" = 55. Number of photos of Anthony = 9.

But she's so cute!

• I've learned that not only do I have a thing for nerdy white boys, I also like random old men. Case in point:

Harrison Ford (68) just married Calista Flockhart. I'm jealous. But really, who doesn't love Indiana Jones? Or Han Solo? 'Nuff said.

John Cusack (44.) Tall, dark, and sarcastic. I like.

Dick Van Dyke (85, but he's less cute old) has blue eyes and he tap dances. If only I had a time machine.

Not only in the "nerdy white boy" category, but Matthew Gray Gubler is also 30.

This list just reminds me that Anthony said he'd never have to worry about me cheating on him with a black guy. I wouldn't cheat on him anyway, but so he knows, I just don't know a lot of black actors or singers that I find attractive, not necessarily that I don't like black guys. Case in point: Idris Elba (38.)

3. Six blogs:

Dutch - She's getting two doctorate degrees. Two. 2. T-W-O.
Tia - We're alike in personality, so if you can handle double doses of self-centered crazy, you should read her blog too.
Ana - She's one of Anthony's friends that I mooched because she said I was cute; therefore, I like her.
Jacque - She likes pink! A lot. If you don't like pink, don't click it because it will sear your eyes.
Teddi - She's cute and looks young, although I think she's older than I, but she's very deep.
Anthony - Because I love him, and maybe if people start reading he'll post things.

Bonus: I'm not nominating her for an award because she already has some, but I love her. So read Una's blog if you need to randomly laugh at mundane things.

Now I'm off to celebrate more because I'm a winner!

Reality Bites

Is anyone else sick of reality televison?

I'll admit, at first I was totally on the band wagon. I loved Survivor, I just found the whole concept of abandoning people who weren't wilderness experts or even people who particularly liked being outdoors in a strange, wild country and let them have at it to win money. Then they started making reality competitions, and I was still okay with it. I loveloveloved Project Runway, watching all those creative people sewing clothes and following their dreams. I even liked the Bachelor for a little while although much to my chagrin, the token black girl was always cut the first round. But now, there's nothing less real than reality TV. The people who cast reality shows aren't looking for nice ordinary people that the viewers can relate to anymore; they want these outrageous personalities purely for entertainment's sake. I swear they script and edit these shows just as much as they would a regular sitcom or dramedy. And I hate the stupid competitons that started spawning and the gross stuff people will do just to win a little money. I think I generally dislike things that become too popular.

Nevertheless, I can't stop watching. And if I were the type of person who could end up on a reality show (but I'm not because the black girl is always a head rolling, hip shaking psycho,) these are the shows I would dominate.

• The Bachelorette

Has anybody else ever watched Blind Date? If you haven't, it was a show too. They'd randomly hook up these two people, and then follow their date and comment on it with little speech and thought bubbles. It was hilarious. Most of the time, they didn't even bother to match up people correctly (which is by interests and physical attraction.) If you were lucky, the date went really bad and both people went home alone, and if you weren't lucky, you had to watch strangers suck face in a hot tub, but because of the aforementioned mismatching, it usually ended badly.

The Bachelor/Bachelorette reminds me of a really long episode of Blind Date. Well the first couple episodes, it's more like bad speed dating, but it's basically the same. Who seriously signs up to be a reality show where a man dates/makes out with more than one girl and eliminates people? It sounds really pathetic on paper, but I guess it's not really worse than actual dating. Oh wait, it is because it's on public television!

However, I would still be on this show. Especially considering that 99% of the couples don't get married anyway. Do you want real entertainment, America? Put bossy prudish me on a dating show and watch me eliminate guys. I would kick guys out for stupid reasons (flirting with me, for one) and I'd refuse to kiss any of them. It'd be great.

• Say Yes to the Dress

This isn't really a reality show, but I want to be on it. Not that I'm thinking of marriage either, I just want to try on wedding dresses ala Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe from Friends.

• The Real World

At first, this was an excellent show. They took nice, normal people and put them in a house together. It was all about learning about different walks of life and respecting people who were different from you and growing up.

Now, we watch random 20 somethings party all night, sleep all day, and hook up with each other in between. I could even deal with that if the casting people cast real people instead of the same fame whores and douche bags who just fight and party all the damn time (And with such a limited vocabulary. I swear everything starts and ends with "bitch" or "whore." You're 22, learn how to use your words or get a dictionary.)

Sidenote: One of my friends said he wanted to be on the Real World. I was like, "Why?!?" because of all the annoying children he'd have to live with, and he said, "To launch my music career." I seriously cannot think of a worse way to launch any kind of career than being on a reality show. If I were an employer of any kind, and I heard of you being on a reality show, I would first watch it, and then not hire you because I can't think of one person on any reality show that I consider responsible and trustworthy.

But I'd still be on it. Actually, no I wouldn't. I hate people. But it'd be entertaining to watch people with personalities that clash with the partiers, ie: responsible, prudish 20 somethings (if there is such a thing) who have jobs and safe lives, deal with them.

• Work of Art

This is Bravo's new Project Runway-esque show. It drags down centuries of art history and theory to a mass marketed competition to find the next great artist (which is impossible and less probable since it's a damn reality show.)

I don't think of myself as an artist, but I would totally own this show. It's seriously like being in one of my art classes now, except the contestants live together and therefore hate each other. But otherwise, it's the same. There are the people who actual went to art school and honed their talent, and the people who kinda taught themselves and have to hash it out because they don't know about the elements and principles of art. Then they're all given a challenge to make something they don't care about, they create art, and then they have a gigantic critique and elimination (In fact, several of the contestants now remind me of specific nasty hipsters from my design class when I was a freshman and had never taken an art class before and all of them looked down on me. Jerks.)

But I'd win because I think outside the art freak box. In this episode, they were told to create a "shocking" work of art, and all of them but a few were about sex. And not even weird things about sex, mostly just penises. Apparently, all the art kids missed the day in art appreciation where the professor went over Greek and Roman art. Penises are not shocking. I would have won because I would have done something with a vagina. Vaginas are shocking. You're cringing right now, aren't you?

Own.

Oh, Disney

I need to post a new blog, but I can't really think of anything to talk about. At least, not anything important.

Random survey it is!

The Ultimate Disney Survey

Can you name the Fab Five?: Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy, and Pluto.

Which of the Fab Five is your favorite?: Goofy. I especially love "A Goofy Movie" and "An Extremely Goofy Movie." I would also like to know if anyone else was weirdly attracted to Max in the latter film.
Which one do you like the least?: Donald Duck. His voice is creepy, not cute.

Can you name the 7 Dwarfs?: o_0 Happy. Grumpy. Sleepy. Dopey. Doc. Okay, no, only 5.
Can you name all the Disney Princesses? The Movie Characters: Snow White, Ariel, Cinderella, Aurora aka Sleeping Beauty, Belle, and Jasmine. Pocahontas and Mulan are also considered honorary princesses of sorts. Then Tiana from the new frog princess movie.
Who's the prettiest Disney Princess?: I consider Ariel the prettiest, but I love redheads. My second is Belle, and my third is Jasmine. Apparently, I don't like blondes.
Who's the ugliest Disney Princess?: I don't think any of them are ugly, but I didn't like Sleeping Beauty.
Who's the greatest Disney Prince?: Probably Aladdin because he got his own movie. But Prince Eric, ftw! He's my physical type (dark hair, blue eyes,) he plays the flute, and he totally fought an evil octopus witch for his lady (although Prince Phillip did fight a dragon...)

But look at his dimples!

Who's the best villain?: Ursula or Maleficient. Ursula became a hot chick to keep the prince away from the princess, and Maleficient became a dragon...

Who's the most pathetic villain?: Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. I wouldn't fight anything with claws ever.Who's your favorite animal character?: I love Terk and Tantor from Tarzan.

Which animated Disney Character could be your look-alike?: I guess I'd have to pick Tiana on the grounds that she's the only Black one, but I don't look like her.

Have you ever dressed up as a Disney Character?: Yes, I was Belle in elementary school, and I won a ribbon.

Are there any Disney Characters that you simply cannot stand?: (Besides Hannah Montana,) I didn't like Sleeping Beauty or Pocahontas' friend who told on her. I was also kinda annoyed by Ariel because she was 16 and so convinced that she was in love with this dude she saw once.

Which movie was your favorite?: Beauty and the Beast. I liked that Belle loved to read.

Which movie had the best story?: Mulan. Girl power ftw! Or Pocahontas. Yay, anti-racism!

Which movie did you laugh the most at?: The Lion King.

Which movie made you cry?: Pocahontas.

If you were sucked into one of the Disney movies, which would you prefer?: Tarzan if I can have Tarzan or The Little Mermaid if I can have Prince Eric. Probably the Little Mermaid if I could be a mermaid.

Which Disney movie probably shouldn't have been made?: Pick any of the sequels. Except maybe the Lion King ones and Aladdin's, those were decent.

Are you sick of the sequels?: Yes. Especially Cinderella's.

I May Not Be Able To Count

But I can definitely count down. It's been two weeks. Teyanna should be gone.

I am officially ready to murder her as of yesterday. Erica and Gabby came to pick me up for Girls' Night Out, but it just so happened to be my night to do the dishes. My dad asked Teyanna to do the dishes for me.

That bitch asked him for more money.

My dad just gave all of us $20. Literally, that morning he gave Brooklyn, Teyanna, and I a $20 bill.

Needless to say, I almost slapped the taste out of her mouth. I am a spoiled brat. I'm okay saying it.* But I do my chores around the house. I cook dinner twice a week, I wash dishes three times a week, I clean my room once a week (maybe. I'm not so good at that one,) I clean the bathroom that I share with my sister twice a week, and once every two weeks, my dad gives me $20.

Teyanna has stayed here two weeks and all she's done is use our showers, eat our food (and I can say "our" food because she's eaten the stuff I've bought too), sleep in my bed, get on the Internet, have her sister spend the night over here (her sister isn't really related to us since she's Teyanna's mom's with some guy who isn't my brother. Even more confusing right?) watch my movies (and leave them all over the floor for me to find when I got back from Denton,) and read my journal. And she wants extra money for washing the dishes once?

Naturally, I couldn't say anything, but my dad cut me off and then made her wash dishes, but my mom was talking this morning about me making a list of things I need for the apartment/school and she said Teyanna needed to make a list too. So they're also buying her school supplies and clothes.

Ungrateful bitch. Get out of my bed.

*And me admitting that I have everything and trashing other people who act like assholes is okay right? Because Teyanna and my sister act so entitled, it makes me want to stab a baby.

Movin' On Up

I have good news and bad news!

Good news:

I have decided on not only a minor, but an actual career! I know what I want to be when I grow up! Yay!

I'm still majoring in fibers, but I'm going to get a minor in: JOURNALISM.

Guess what I'm going to do? WORK FOR A CRAFT MAGAZINE.

It's brilliant, right? I love magazines, I'm subscribed to like 80. They're all shiny and glossy and they smell like paper. And I like writing. And I love crafting. So now I can craft, then write about it! BAM.

For my brand-new minor, I have to take 18 hours of journalism classes after I pass a grammar, spelling, and punctuation test. And I'm excited! (Is it weird that I kinda want to take the GSP test?)

Now the bad news, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to have to add at least a semester before I can graduate. That's not really bad for me because I don't care, I love school, and I'll do practically anything to postpone becoming an adult, but my parents!

They refuse to pay for school after May 2012 because that's when I'm supposed to graduate.

Never mind that I changed my major exactly half-way through. Or that I picked a minor half-way through. Or that I've finally decided what I want to do. I need to graduate "on time."

I'm especially mad because my mom just makes it seem like I'm lazy and just sucking up time. She was all, "I had a major and a minor and a job and I graduated in 4 years." Her minor was in education. And she knew she wanted to be a teacher. And I'm an art major. Not like other majors don't take lots of time, but you have to make crap. New crap every class and we meet twice a week. I was getting up at 6:30 AM to get to the watercolor room at 8:00, and the actual class didn't even start until 11:00. Then I was in class until 1:50. Or that when I took design I stayed up until 5:00 AM finishing a project then went to class at 8. That's why most art majors only take 12 hours. I took 13, 12, 6 over the summer, 13, and 15 (marching band is why some of them are odd.)

So they want me to increase the number of hours I take a semester to 21 and have a job but apparently no life so I can graduate in exactly 4 years. (I could do summer school, but most studio classes do not meet during the summer, and I want to do an internship at a magazine during the summer.) It wouldn't really matter though, would it? Wouldn't we still have to pay the same amount for classes spaced out over 5 years?

At any rate, my parents are insane. But I've already decided. I'm going to graduate when I earn my degree, and if my parents don't want to help me then they don't have to, but I won't let them hurt me either.

'Cuz That's Real Attractive (Part 2)

Math is/was my worst subject. I cried when I had to learn how to multiply, I cried when I had to take pre-algebra, and I cried in statistics (although, I did get highest average in my algebra 2 class my junior year. I don't get it either.) That horrible relationship with math makes my relationship with Anthony even more ironic and wrong because he's a math major (I don't get that either...)

But today, I think I officially beat my own stupidity level by proving that I can't even count.

Anthony and I are talking on the phone (this is only what I remember though.)

Me: "I'm mad at you."

Anthony: "Why?"

Me: "What was Saturday?"

Anthony: "The day before Sunday?"

Me: "Yes, and?"

Anthony: "Shabbat?"

Me: "Sure, but what makes it significant?"

Anthony, very confused: "I don't know."

Me: "It was our half-anniversary!"

Anthony: "The 11th was yesterday."

Me: "...Today is the 13th?"

I forgot, not only do I not know how to count, I don't even know the days of the month. o_0

Anthony: "No, it's the 12th. And happy 5 month anniversary."

Me: "It's six."

Anthony: "No, it's not."

Then we argue for a couple more minutes because I refuse to admit that I'm wrong. I thought January to June was 6 months so February to July should totally be 6 months, right? But apparently, June is the 6th month and not necessarily 6 months away from January.

I bet she knows what day it is.

Pin-up girls are cute. Only the vintagey ones though.

So you don't feel too sorry for Anthony, a little later I admitted that I'm stupid, and we had this conversation:

Me: "Well, either way, you didn't say happy anniversary."

Anthony: "I didn't in June either."

Me: "You should, it's important."

Anthony: "I'm not supposed to remember those things, I'm a boy."

Me: "Why do you always say that when you disappoint me?"



Like I can talk. I'm a retard. If I were Anthony, I definitely would have stabbed me by now, so mad props to him.



Happy 5 Month Anniversary, Tony!

Templates, Television, and Rain

This was going to be just a photo blog... but I don't roll that way. Well, really I'm too lazy to make two different posts. Pictures will be at the bottom if you're too lazy to read.

Templates:

I want to change the background/template of my blog, but all the ones I've found so far are bland or too busy or just not me. I like the clean, streamlined look, but I want more color. Or I want to put pictures I've taken in the header. I should really learn how to do this myself because I'd be great at making my own. Does anyone know how to do this or where to find someone to teach me?

ETA: I've been searching for blog templates and these are my favorites.

Wild West

Pink Flower

Spectrum

The Amazing Cliche

Television:

I've decided that I don't like the TV. I like watching specific shows (Criminal Minds, Glee, Chelsea Lately, and The Colbert Report because you wanted to know what I watch) but since I've been home I've realized that my family uses the TV as a babysitter of sorts. My mom watches TV all day. Well, she does other things like cook and clean and exercise, but when she's not busy, she's sitting in front of the TV. All day. And it doesn't matter that she's seen the same episode of Two and a Half Men 987 times, she watches it anyway. It annoys me because it seems like she's just watching TV because she needs the background noise, and I've decided that I can't stand background noise. Especially in the morning. I want the solitude so I could definitely live without television.

Pictures:

On the Sims 3, if your Sim stays inside their house for too long they can get the "stir crazy" moodlet. I was going super duper stir crazy, but it was raining. When it stopped, I walked around our house and took pictures of the rain-soaked greenery. Enjoy!

This one is my favorite. :)

Happy Thursday!

(Un)Welcome House Guest

My niece Teyanna is staying with us for two weeks.

I feel like this requires explaining...

Backstory: The easiest way to say this is that my dad has two sets of kids. He married his high school sweetheart, had two kids; my half-brother and sister, Kim and Walter Jr., then met my mom when Walter Jr. graduated high school, and started over with me and my sister, Brooklyn. Got that? Well, Kim was already married and had 3 kids (my nephew, Louis and my nieces, Kimmie and Brittany) and my brother got a girl pregnant and had my niece, Teyanna, exactly 9 months after I was born. Confused? You should be. At any rate, I have at least 2 nephews and 4 nieces, but I'm not sure exactly how many children my brother has...

The point is: Teyanna's really close to me. We grew up together, at least when she lived in Ennis because she moved a lot when she was younger, and she's like the little sister I never had.

I say "little sister I never had" because while I have Brooklyn, she was never the conventional little sister. We fight a lot and she annoys me, but she mostly stays out of my way. Teyanna, on the other hand, borrows my stuff. Without asking. She invites herself to parties and get togethers and other things I do with my friends. Once when I was in the 6th grade, she told my parents the name of the guy I liked because they paid her $5 (Mark Freeman. He was cute. Not so much anymore.) I love her, but she's kind of obnoxious sometimes. She constantly interrupts with random stories even if you're seriously trying to have a conversation with her, and I swear she only has one volume: LOUD.

My dad feels really guilty about his son abandoning her, so she's got my dad wrapped around her little finger. The finger that is supposed to be mine and mine alone (I'm a total Daddy's girl, if you were wondering.) It's not that I'm jealous so much as annoyed. She knows that my dad feels guilty and she takes advantage of him and asks for money and expensive things that they barely buy me. Like she has a problem keeping up with cell phones and mP3 players. My dad has bought her three cell phones, and at one point, he also paid her bill (yes, he pays mine too, but he complains about mine.) She broke the first iPod her bought her by dropping it in the toilet (I don't know either,) and lost the warranty so we really couldn't do anything about it. Then her grandmother on her mom's side bought her a Zune that she also broke. She called my dad and asked for another iPod. o_0

That's part of it too. She has a whole other side of her family. They tell her to ask my dad if they can't afford something or if she needs money or something. Like he's not paying $12,000+ for my college tuition or paying off my sister's clarinet and preparing to send her to college too. I just don't like him being treated like some kind of ATM.

And I guess to be perfectly honest, I do it too. I know that if I ever need something or if I'm in trouble I can just call my daddy. I realize that I'm totally spoiled and Teyanna doesn't have that luxury. I should be more sympathetic, but I just hate seeing the man who would do practically anything for anyone being shaken down for cash and prizes.

Anyway, pray that I don't murder her. My mom says that guests can't sleep on the floor so we have to share a bed. Fun fact about me: I hate sleeping with other people. I have the unique ability to fall asleep practically anywhere, but I'm also a fairly light sleeper. I hate being around other people when they are sleeping. I can hear them breathing. And snoring. And I don't like seeing people in such a vulnerable place. I especially hate sharing beds. I hate being touched. I like spooning, but I don't imagine that I would like to sleep that way. I like my space. But most people don't stay perfectly on their side, so eventually I will be touched and it will be a weird graze of a hand or a foot in an inappropriate spot and I will wake up and stay awake for an hour or so because I will be freaked out about being touched. So I'm sleeping on the floor. Even though Teyanna is an invader in my personal, private space, I would rather be on my hard floor.

So there's that.

Only I'll be awake and look grumpier. And black.

On an unrelated note, my dad said I couldn't be a lawyer. Actually, everyone in my family said that, but I want everyone to know that I could totally be a lawyer if I felt like it.