Bucket list

As usual, I have a whole lot of nothing to blog about. This post is dedicated to those of you who challenged whether I'd blog once Spring Break is over. Well..Spring Break is officially OVER and guess whose blogging!!!?!?! Sure showed you.

I have a million and one other important things I could be doing...buuut they can wait. After all, this IS The Best Blog In The Whole Entire World.

So over the weekend, I went to Chicago with Chubby Kid just in celebration of life and on the way home (we took the train) I was eavesdropping on this conversation between this guy and girl who were sitting close by. The guy is a crack head from Chicago (I'm not just being mean..he said he has a drug problem) and she is really loud and from South Bend. They met at a club and I'm pretty sure they were still drunk. Anyways, Crack Head decides that he is going to ride home to South Bend with Loud Girl only after hours of meeting due to this amazing and unexplainable connection he felt he had with her. I keep checking the news to make sure Loud Girl's mug shot with the words MISSING doesn't make headlines. Anyways..that's not what I'm getting at. I overheard Crackitty Crack naming off things on his bucket list (things he has to do before he dies)...He mentioned like staying sober, getting close with his daughter, more tattoos, etc.

Even though Crack Head is loco..it got me thinking..What would be on my Bucket List??

So here's what I'm thinking:

1.) Meet someone really famous (William Hung is the only famous person I've ever met and he's an incredibly grumpy and mean Asian). I'm hoping for Ellen Degeneres. We'd be best friends.
2.) Be in a healthy and functional relationship (Yes, even Miss Anti-Relationships wants this EVENTUALLY).
3.) Leave the country (I can check this one off in June :D )
4.) Pay my parents back for all the hell I've put them through.
5.) Slap Sarah Palin. (Not even getting into politics..she just annoys the poo out of me)
6.) Go to Jamaica so I can say, "Jamaican me craaazzyyy" over and over again.
7.) Move out of my parent's house.
8.) Own a lake house.
9.) Own a boat.
10.) Visit every US State.
11.) Not act old when I'm old.
12.) Go Sky Diving (I just felt like I should put this. Every one does and I'm a follower. It's debatable though. I lack the skills necessary to follow directions and I have really bad luck.)
13.) Learn to cook.
14.) Not burning my house down or poisoning any one while learning to cook.
15.) Watch the ball drop at Times Square
16.) Read the entire Bible.
17.) Buy an extremely rich person dinner.
18.) See Eric Clapton in concert
19.) Crash a wedding reception
20.) Spend a few years doing some kind of mission work.
21.) Be on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire and get past $1,000.

That's all for now. I'm starting to stress myself out. So much to do and I'm already 24!!!!!!!

Is this for real????

Alright, check it out.

It's a Friday night in and I'm just minding my own business multi-tasking like a champion (watching a movie, some facebook action, looking up stupid videos of people falling on youtube..) when I decide to check my e-mail.

I have 43 new messages. So I'm quickly scanning down to view who they are all from and I see:
Facebook
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Eastern Michigan (oh, not again....)
Facebook
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Facebook (+33 more times)

I wish Facebook didn't send me e-mail updates. I don't know how to change it. Anyways, so I see a message from Eastern Michigan. I look in the subject line and read, "Greetings from Eastern Michigan University! I am delighted to inform you..." That's it. I have to open to see the rest.

Now I have to hit pause for a sec and update those of you who don't know me on what's been going on... so you don't think I'm completely negative.

This is the 3rd year in a row I've tried to get into a graduate school for Speech Pathology. It has been a serious struggle. I have about 30 rejection letters sitting in a pile in my room. I don't even have to open them anymore to know that its a rejection. Open the mailbox..see a plain skinny white envelope..rejection. Don't even need to open it. Rejection e-mails too..all read the same thing in the subject line, "I am sorry to inform you the the Faculty at blah blah blah cannot at this time.."

So I'm expecting the same thing with Eastern Michigan

(well my first thought was....when did I apply to Eastern Michigan???? Which gives you an idea of how many times I've done this.).

So, again, I'm thinking this is just another rejection and I'm reading, "Greetings from Eastern Michigan!!!!" That's just sick I thought...they are about to crush all my hopes and dreams with a cheerful GREETINGS!!!!...assholes...
Then, I go on, "I'm delighted to inform you.." RUTHLESS..at least the other schools regret to inform me....are sorry to inform me...Eastern Michigan is delighted to inform me that they can't offer me a position. Gotta respect the honesty and uniqueness of their rejections though...

I finally open the e-mail.

"Greetings from Eastern Michigan University! I am delighted to inform you that you have been admitted to our graduate program in speech-language pathology for Fall 2010."

...............huh?

Me: MOOOOMMMM!!! Is this for real?? What does it mean?!?!

Mom: It means you should have saved your money instead of blowing it all on liquor at Main Street Pub.

Gotta love moms....

Blogzilla

I was reading comments from my past blogs (I sound like I've been blogging for years..more like 2 days.) and noticed this comment left by anonymous:

"I thought you were a believer, someone who’d wanna blog about your ideals..."
Anonymous, oh no..you didn't. I AM a believer. I BELIEVE you're a big jerk. I will blog about my ideals when I'm good and ready. If you don't like it..you can get out.

Anyyyyyyyyyyywaysss





I don't have anything to blog about today. Most people just wouldn't blog if they didn't have anything to say...but I'm not normal people.
I'm realizing more and more that I have an addictive personality. Meaning pretty much anything I find enjoyable I can't practice moderation with.
For example.. (I'll leave out the example of partying..my parents read my blog now. My mom was upset in my last blog when I used the word "Fart"..my brothers and I had to use the word "Toot" while we were growing up. Don't really know why that's any better. I digress.), working out I find enjoyable so I do it every day. Yes, you are supposed to work out every day in MODERATION, but I'll work out every day for at least 2 hours. And I tweek out if I miss a day. Not..normal.

Another example is facebook. This is not a surprise to many of you who know me. I am guaranteed to be on facebook. I check it at least once every hour if I'm home. I HAVE to update my status, wish every facebooker happy birthday, poke, reject farmville and mafiawar requests, stalk exboyfriends...you get it. I probably facebook at work more than I actually do work at work (shhhh!)

Probably the worst thing that brings out my addictive personality, though, isssss junk food. Particularly ice cream. I'm being completely serious right now. It's a problem. I mean..just look at my blog profile picture. I have at least 2 bowls of ice cream every day..after my normal sized meals. These are not just bowls of ice cream either. They have peanut butter in them..chocolate syrup..oreos..whipped cream..absolutely heavenly. My addiction is so bad this chubby kid I know bet me $50 I can't go now until the end of summer without eating it. I took on the challenge. (Wondering if this bet still counts while I'm in Europe this June...different area codes????).

So..blogging is becoming something else that brings out my addictive personality. In fact, I'll go ahead and call myself a Blogzilla. I caught myself quizzing my friends about things I have written so far to see if they really read it (Sorry Dave). I get mad at my friends who are working and don't have time to read my blog.

Its already taking over my life. I ate Reeses Puffs for breakfast and I thought "Can I blog about this?" Ran out of warm water in the shower and thought, "Can I blog about this?" Bought a scented candle that doesn't smell like anything.."can I blog about this??" Anything that happens to me..I think.."Hmm..can I blog about that?"
Oh..almost forgot..I met someone in a bar last night and told him I'd blog about him (Hey Cutco Guy! Hope you sell some knives..sorry I lied to you about kareoke.)

My friend asked me a question and I replied, "I'm sorry. You'll have to read my blog."

Is this going to get so bad that I won't have normal conversations with people? I can see it now..

Friend: Hey Andrea, how are you?
Me: Juuuuust...Read my blog.

Traumatized

So...I have to thank all of you who I forced into reading The Best Blog In The Whole Entire World. You all have given me some great tips on the proper way to blog. I've heard that my blog looks cute (F- yeah it looks cute!), but I really need to have a focus..a theme..and I shouldn't switch topics so much. Someone told me my first post is overwhelming and that I'm going to scare away my readers. I'm all over the place and I'm going to lose people.

Great advice, great advice.

Unfortunately..like most great advice I'm given (don't take 151 shots, don't text and drive, don't pick up homeless people)..I'm probably not going to listen. But thank you for the advice any ways!


I promised myself I wouldn't blog about my pets. No offense to people who do, but it just seems kind of lame to me. I was browsing different blogs and found tons of people who treat their animals better than they treat their children: A crazy cat lady who grills her cats fresh chicken breast for dinner every night..a guy who has like 50 iguanas who just run around the house freely..and then they write crazy detail about every single move they make. I don't want to be like that...

BUT!

I have to talk about Max because I'm really worried about him! I think he needs a puppy psychologist (do those exist?). He is a huge dog. Absolutely huge. Yet, he is scared of EVERYTHING. Literally everything. This is kind of gross. But this is my blog and I'll do what I want. This one time, Max farted really really loud. And as soon as he did it, he looked at his butt and started running. The dog was terrified of his butt. He didn't eat for like 3 days.



Then, last Sunday (maybe Saturday or Monday?..it doesn't matter) it was really nice outside so I decided I was going to try to work the grill. I had Max frolicking around outside with me. I finished grilling and then couldn't figure out how to turn the damn thing off (Turns out..all you have to do is turn the dials counter clockwise to the words that say OFF..I was turning the burners clockwise to HIGH). So, I left the yard for a few minutes to grab my neighbor to help me. While I was gone, I heard a faint murmur of thunder in the distance and a few seconds later a frantic squeal. I got back to the house and my back door was wide open and Max was laying in our laundry room just crying.

Ever since then..he hasn't been eating and follows me around the house (This is strange for Max. He hates me). The biggest problem is..he barks constantly. He barks when he hears rain, he barks when the phone rings, he barks when I close the refrigerator door, when he hears me going up and down the stairs, he barks at the sound of me chewing crunchy cereal (completely true). I can't even sleep! Liiiiike, he woke me up at least 3 times every hour last night. And since he won't go outside..he keeps leaving me massive presents on the floor..except they are the worst kind of presents ever..are you picking up what I'm laying down???

I don't know any one else who has a dog with this similar problem. So I'm thinking I need a puppy psychologist..or a doggy whisperer..someone who can tell Max that thunder and farts will not hurt him.

Anyways, enough for now. I'm going shopping :)

Take 2

Okay, so I'm trying this again. I panicked the first time. The thing is, I've wanted a blog for so long, but I'm definitely realizing I have NOTHING to blog about..and not sure I even understand the purpose of a blog. I have friends who blog about cooking (I can't cook so that wont work for me..unlllessssss I blog about how bad I am at cooking?)..fashion (know nothing about fashion)..books (don't read much)...starting their families (I'm 23..almost 24 and still live with my parents, awesome.).

So what to blog about?

Can I ask questions about things I wonder about? Liiiiikee..how come their are so many baked goods whose name is also a nickname for the uhhh male anatomy (for exaaammmplleee..twinkies..ding dongs..snow balls)??? Orrrr..how come men have nipples? Orrr....why do words like caught bought fought have Gs in them? Orrr..if you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done? Am I the only one that didn't know what a disco stick is? Did Katy Perry really kiss a girl? Is Kesha an alcoholic?....and then if I ask these questions..will any one even answer them?

Or should I use a blog to talk about how I will never ever date any one whose name starts with the letter M,K,O, or P (definite deal breakers) or I'll never date any one who is shorter than me, dumber than me, skinnier than me, has bigger boobs than me, likes to shop, has a funny smell, believes in big foot, doesn't like sports, takes longer to get ready than me, drives a hummer, plays the flute, or has long hair or a beard. Then would I blog about why? I can't really explain why..thats like trying to explain why ranch tastes good on everything..no one knows..its just the way it is.

Does it even matter what I write about? Will any one read it???

April 6th, 2010

Sooooo...started a blog. What to write about..what to write about...


It's raining.


That's all for now!