Of Driving and Dance

So, I finally got behind the wheel of a car for the first time since I got my permit. XD I got my permit in like...December or such.

And, I'd just like to say, I did not run any stop signs because of distracting felines in driveways like I did the first time I had a permit.

My dad is teaching me the rules of the road and I'm pretty excited about it. It's really nerve-wracking being in control of the car because it's just like sooooo big and I'm the one responsible for it moving and going where I want it to go and so on and so forth. Holy poop.

Anyway, my dad is taking me on another drive tomorrow after I get out of class. Woo hoo!

As for dance:
I've been listening to Pandora Online Radio a lot recently. My favorite station that I've created is my dance station. It plays like copious amounts of 90s dance music and I'M IN LOVE!
I've fallen for this song by Right Said Fred (lol I know. I've hit the bottom.) called "Don't Talk Just Kiss". IT'S SO FREAKING RIDICULOUS! OH MAH GOODNESS!

I'm in love with dance music. I'm in love with listening to dance music while I work on homework. It's so helpful.

What's not helpful is all the ants we keep finding in the garage. :C They crawl on my laptop and it's gross. Also, there was this weird centipede-like bug curled up underneath my laptop today. It was so gross. Just like the earwig that was wandering around last week.
I guess that's the stuff you have to live with when you live in a garage.

It snailed today. :3 (snail= snow + hail)

Toodles,
Maddie

Of Schoolwork and Sanity

Helllooooo! I must first apologize that it's been so long since I last updated this blog. I've been swamped by life in general and haven't really had the motivation to document it.

So, where to begin...

School! How about there?

Journalism:
I absolutely hate this class. I mean, I love the teacher because she's super affable and I feel like I can talk to her, however, I don't like journalism at all. At least...I don't like hard news journalism.
My first article is about how the feud between the anime club and Realm Runners at the college is becoming such an issue that both clubs could lose their charters due to the reckless behaviours of some of the members. BUT, apparently, my article doesn't have a conflict that is needed for a hard news story. And, if the conflict is that they don't like each other, then I need to find a new story. It's a total load of crap. Oh gee, I'm sorry that I don't have access to random hard news stories that I can absolutely wow you with! I'm only a college freshman with no car and a crapload of other things to worry about. I'm sorry my attempt at a hard news story isn't conflicting enough for you! Geez.
Also, I feel so out of place in that class. We had to go to an art gallery for an assignment and the next class, the entire class said that they hated the exhibit and feel like it was hard to explain the art there because it was so uninteresting. Also, apparently the artists were pretentious and rude.
I LOVED the artwork. I thought it was one of the most interesting displays I'd ever seen. Apparently, I'm the only one.
And then, we were talking about how my teacher's 19 month old was watching Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet during Superbowl Sunday and someone thought she was going to say that her 19 YEAR old was watching it. She then proceeded to say "If a 19 year old was watching Puppy Bowl, then there is something wrong with them."
I felt horrible because I'm 18 years old and I'd love to watch Puppy Bowl. The dogs are so freaking cute! But, apparently there is something wrong with me.
Needless to say, I'm definitely not enjoying the class as much as I thought I would.

English 102:
Fun fun fun! My teacher is so freaking nice and fun. She's teaching me things about writing that I had no idea about. I'm thinking on a completely different plane than I was before this. Furthermore, I rediscovered the library. Dude...did you know that at my college library, if you can't find the material you need in the library, you can get books from other libraries in the area? THAT IS SO FREAKING COOL!
Also, books smell good. :3

Math 095:
God, I hate factoring trinomials. Furthermore, I hate factoring in general. I can do it...but that doesn't mean I like it. ALSO, fractional exponentials are cool. I never thought I'd like something math related, but I like fractional exponentials even though I was having a wicked crippling stomach cramp whilst learning about them.
Lesson learned: Eat abundantly before going to a three-hour long class.

Cardio Kickboxing:
I FEEL SO GREAT! This class gets me pumped and I'm always tired after it. And yet, I wanna go out running or something after each class. It makes no sense whatsoever. I'm so ready to punch somebody in the face and have it hurt. It's so awesome. And the teacher is awesome too. Oh my god. I wish I'd known about this class before. It's like...whoa.

Ummm...what else is there to talk about? OH! Sanity. Let's try this on for size: My sister has none left.

Sometimes you see people making stupid decisions and you just wanna smack them upside the head and go "What the hell are you thinking?! Get your head on straight!"
That is definitely something I wish I could do to my older sister. She's just not making great decisions recently. She's got her head on backward and she's following the ideals of a documentary that I've heard everyone talk about called Zeitgeist. The thing she doesn't realize is that the freaking documentary doesn't even have all of its facts right.

Beana has the best description of documentaries like Zeitgeist:

"These people watched these documentaries that say 'THE GOVERNMENT IS EVIL! DON'T LISTEN TO THEM AND THEIR LIES! LISTEN TO US!' And the people listen to these conspiracy theorists and their documentaries when they have even less backing and basis than the "government conspiracies" that they are supposedly warning you about. It's like..."don't put your trust in the government because you shouldn't trust a single large group of people just because they say so! You should trust us because we say so!" and that doesn't bring up a red flag with anyone...That's stupid."

I wholeheartedly agree.

And on that note, I need to actually go and finish the homework that I am so desperately behind on. :3

Toodles,
Maddie

Of Journalists and Jackasses

So, I've returned to my house in the lovely state of Washington. Woo!

It's weird because everyone is saying "It's so cold here." and I'm like "Oh...I didn't noticed since I was in Kansas with it's 7 degree weather and whatnot. lol"

I started my second quarter in college on Monday. Winter Quarter! Woo! It's exciting. My dad and stepmom graciously paid for my books this quarter and I feel 100% absolutely horrible that I made them spend 220 dollars on books. I hate mooching and having others pay for things that I should be able to pay for.

I desperately need a job. Augh.

So, I had my Introduction to Journalism class on Monday and it seems like it's going to be pretty awesome. REALLY work intensive though. Like...I had to read a chapter in one of our books and two chapters in another and now I'm going online to find 5 articles that were published in my year of birth. One world, two national, and two local. I couldn't find any local ones for where I live because our paper doesn't have archives farther back than 1994. Luckily, I was able to find something on the lovely Wichita Eagle website! YAY!

I'm totally stressing about my work load this quarter and it just started. My math class will probably be the easiest class I have. We learned about factoring trinomials on Monday. Fun fun. But, whatever. Mr. Williams is a pretty good teacher. He's the same teacher I had for last quarter, so I know I'll be able to succeed. Hooray for optimism!

I still need to read more in Pudd'nhead Wilson by tomorrow at 11. Which will be impossible since I have Journalism at 10 and it gets out at 10:50. And, I don't have enough time, light, or inclination to read it tonight. I'll just read it on the bus tomorrow. I have no idea if my English teacher will be peeved for that. I haven't even met her yet because she's been sick for the first two days of class. But, from what I hear, she's really cool. She apparently works out with Frost. lol

Anyway, on to the second part of my blog title:
The group of friends I hang out with at my college use to hang out in Hanna Hall at a table, thus earning us the name "The Table Dwellers". But, recently, my friend Eddie moved up to hang out at the ASCC (Student Center) to be with a slew of people he doesn't really like and his girlfriend, Naisa, who is slightly annoying.

Anyhow, all of my other friends followed them up there like little lemmings! One goes off the cliff, the others will follow!

It really frustrates me. Especially since I learned that they made a list of the reasons they left the table and the number one reasons was this girl named Jen. NO ONE LIKES HER! That's not even an exaggeration. If anyone does like her, they are about as unbearable as she is. Jen has this weird delusion that the people around her think she's cool and that she can draw really well. She draws cliche, cookie-cutter, anime-style girls in "gothic lolita" outfits or whatever the current internet anime retard fad is. It's ridiculous. I just want to tell her "Please, go learn to socialize. Learn that you aren't "the shit" as it were, and you most definitely aren't original. Get your overdone Mary Sues out of my face."

She drives me up a tree. And yet, I haven't left the table. Because I'm not a freaking idiot lemming child.

I mean, there are at least ten people who vacated the table with their number one reason being Jen. If you've got a problem with someone, ESPECIALLY JUST ONE PERSON, deal with it. Get over yourselves and deal with it. You shouldn't let one person uproot you from YOUR spot. It's one person! Make her leave! Bam! That simple. A third-grader like my little sister could do it.

Why move your entire group to a new spot where more people that you don't like hang out when you could easily deal with the one freaking person that's causing you a problem!?

It drives me up a freaking tree! In fact, I'm half tempted to tell Jen, "Hey! Guess what! Everyone moved up to the ASCC and they are totally bummed that you don't hang out up there with them. So, you should like...totally go hang out with them up there. Everyone talks about you."

Freaking lemmings.
~Maddie

PS,
You check under the bonnet while I shove him in the boot. ;D

Of Secrets and Snow

So, for our Sweet Dreams campaign, our lovely GM, Gabe, wants us to come up with at least two secrets about our characters that they wouldn't tell others.

I'm 100% stumped on this front. I can't think of anything about my character that people wouldn't/don't know about her. I mean, she can't remember her past because she's like...repressed all of it. And her powers and everything else is totally known to everyone. It's almost to the point of keeping me up at night. ARGH! What the hell should her secrets be!?

In other news, it's snowing so hardcore back in Washington that I don't even know if I'm gonna be able to get back when I leave here on the 29th.

I'm really worried that I won't be going home. It's not that I haven't been having a good time here, but I just miss being with friends and my cat. And I desperately want to be there when Sweet Dreams starts up again. However, with the weather there, our campaign might not even run when it's suppose to. :C

This is sad.

Toodles,
Maddie

Of Friends and Finals

So, this week was finals week at my college. Whew. Glad all of my finals are out of the way. :D

I have no doubt that I did very decently in all of my classes. I'm also pretty sure I got a full-on A in my English 101 class. Mr. Maxwell is a fan of my writing style, it seems. That's all well and good. I turned in my Cow Essay to him for my final and I got an exceptional 49/50 on it! YAY ME! I was pretty proud of the paper too since I wrote most of it the night before. It was well written.

The most glorious news of all is that my Graphic Design class from hell is finally OVER! No more suffering for three hours listening to that hellish thought nazi of a teacher drone on about useless biased "facts" regarding graphic design. The woman literally squashes all individuality and turns you into little carbon copies of her. If you don't do everything how she likes it or make your design exactly how she wants it, you are rewarded with a lovely C to a C-.

I believe one of the comments I got on my rough designs for my second project was: "Rough designs are too rough."

Umm...what? They're rough designs. They're suppose to be rough. I didn't know that them being rough was being too rough. Damn. My bad. I'll try harder next time to make my rough designs more "unrough" for you, Mrs. Thought Nazi, ma'am.

Either way, I'm happy with my final project. I'm happy with everything. I'm ecstatic that I survived my first quarter as a college student. I don't think I would've made it if it hadn't been for Beana and company.

Beana was pretty much my task master. She made sure that I kept up with my work and never let me get behind. Without her, I probably would've been coming out of this quarter with a C or D grade in all of my classes. But, because of her, my Math 090 teacher thinks I'm a smartypants. My English 101 teacher absolutely adored my writing. AND, I survived Graphic Design with the hell beast.

Now that I reread that last paragraph, it makes it seem like Beana did my homework. She didn't. I worked my little tail off making sure that I had absolutely everything in for my classes. She just made sure that I was working my tail off to get it done.

In other news:
I no longer have a tail. :D

In actuality, I never did. But, I couldn't pass by the little joke there. I guess you could say I take after my father in the bad joke department.

My favorite GM (game master to the non-nerds), Gabe, is starting up the campaign she'd been running for Sweet Dreams (a totally kick butt tabletop RPG). She was going to start it up some time in the next week or so, but with me going out of town, she's waiting until January to start it back up! :D I'm super excited because I plan to have my character start developing some offensive capabilities. Currently, she has a strength of maybe...4? That's about average...I think. It means she can lift up to 100lbs. She also has no powers that grant her any damage-inflicting effects on enemies. That is, unless you count her trying to convince furry woodland creatures to attack you. :D Or if she turns invisible and trips the s.o.b. that she is fighting against.

By just leveling up her Gaia power by one, she has the capability to "shape landscape". I'm super excited about that because that means she's going to cause some major havoc. Also, I plan to start her getting Animate. With this power at level one, she can animate things up to Human Size and they follow simple instruction. That means she can totally get stuffed animals and the like to attack people. That's pretty exciting.

But, enough about Sweet Dreams...

Or...enough about the game at least.

I'm going to go make some of my own sweet dreams now. Nightie night all!

Toodles,
Maddie

Of Tinsel and Tradition

Do you like my Christmas widget? My mom sent it to me to put on my page. It's the official countdown until I'm flying down to her house to visit. That's exciting. :D

My favorite thing about it is the song attached.

Every Christmas, my mother, older sister, and I have a tradition of listening to that particular version of Jingle Bells. We've had this tradition for what seems like ever. I honestly don't remember the year we started listening to it. But, I remember that it always makes me think of riding in my mum's Volvo with the butt warmers on in the seats and singing along as we drive to wherever we had business that day.

That song evokes a warm fuzzy feeling that can only be described as perfect.

It's one of two Christmas traditions that I keep up to this day. The other tradition is sitting down and watching my favorite Christmas movie EVER! "The Year Without a Santa Claus". That movie makes me so freaking happy inside. I catch myself singing "I Believe in Santa Claus" and "Anyone Can Be Santa" around this time of year whenever I get the chance. I've loved that movie since I was little and I will never lose my fascination with it.

I've got to admit, that movie is the reason that I still believe in Santa Claus. I mean, even though I've seen "behind-the-scenes" and I know about "Santa's helpers" as it were, I still have that childlike belief that there is a jolly old fat man living at the North Pole, waiting to give presents to all of the good little boys and girls every year.

In other news:
Santa Claus might actually be a vampire.

Think about it. I mean REALLY think about it.

He comes only at night. He only goes to houses that he's invited into. He lives at the North Pole which is shrouded in darkness for half a year. AND He's been alive since FOREVER!

Santa Claus is a freaking vampire, yo!

In other other news:
"The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you." ~I've Got All This Ringing in my Ears and None on my Fingers

I'm listening to that song on repeat. I love it.

That is all for today, my friends!

Toodles,
Maddie

Of Dexter and Dimwits

"MIGUUUUEEEELLLL!!!!" I scream along with my favorite serial killer while catching up on the latest season of Dexter.

God I love that show. I mean, there is something about it that is just amazing. Maybe it's Michael C. Hall and his AMAZINGLY GORGEOUS EVERYTHING! Or maybe it's the fact that a storyline as unique and enticing as this is just something I can't pull away from.

I must admit...I started out third season not liking where it was going. It was, for lack of a better description, epically dull. But, Mr. Morgan redeemed my faith in him by pulling a complete loop-de-loop on the story.

I'm doing the "omg I can't wait until next week because I'm so antsy and need to know what's going to happen to the world's best serial killer" dance.

So, I repeat, "MIGUEEEEEELLLL!"

In other news:
"Carter" hooked back up with his ex that he was screwing around with behind everyone's back and whom everyone thought he was done with.

That boy is a Grade A Imbecile. I mean...he left her for a reason! She's a freaking succubus! She sucks the life and fun out of EVERYTHING! Why would you wanna be around that? That's why I broke up with my ex-boyfriend. No matter how cute he was, he was getting to be the definition of "Debbie Downer". And I just recently learned that he dropped out of school. Glad I bailed out when I did.

I am currently painting my nails dark blue and pink with alternating stripes of those colours.

And since I ran out of things to talk about, ADIOS!

<--- A delectable picture of Michael C. Hall for all!


Toodles,
Maddie

Of Cows and Controversy

I'm writing a paper about cows. And about how cows are treated before becoming food. How they are confined in little spaces and jabbed with sharp needles and injected with tons of antibiotics and force fed food that gives them indigestion. Fun fact, ne?

So, I'm currently taking a break from the essay that I should've written over the weekend to compose my thoughts and take a breather. I really need a breather. I really want someone to just grab me by the hand and make me run away to somewhere to escape and be free and all that other good stuff that I need because the stress that I'm feeling right now is about to send me past the breaking point and I don't think I can handle a complete mental breakdown right now.

I need to find some way to relax myself.

Controversy:
Tens of thousands of things seem to be being thrown at me in a flurry of urgency. And, to be perfectly honest, I don't feel ready to handle any of these things. I've had two crying episodes in the past four days and it's not cause I'm pmsing or anything like that. I'm getting that ever familiar back pain that comes with internalizing my issues and having my qualms manifest in physically disabling ailments that I can't get rid of until the issues are dealt with.

The most overwhelming thing is money. I have no idea in the world how I'm going to be able to pay for my next quarter at school. Currently, I have about two hundred dollars to my name which is about enough to pay for one class. I need to take 12 credits to be on a full course load and be covered by my mother's dental insurance. Something that I need desperately right now because with my dad retiring from the military, I no longer have dental insurance from them and I'm having no luck finding a job because I can't get out to look for one and all the jobs for seasonal work have already been taken. Furthermore, I'm visiting my mother which means seasonal jobs are pointless since I'm not even gonna be able to work them.

I'm almost to the point of tears just writing about this stuff. I don't want to deal with it anymore.

I don't want to deal with any of it anymore.

I really just wish I could wake up in the morning and have everything sorted out. But, the chances of that happening are slim to none. Yay...I'm screwed.

I have like ten people telling me that it'll be all right and everything will work out for the best, but I honestly don't feel so hopeful as them. I'm really anticipating either not having dental insurance or not going to college next quarter.

I feel like my head is going to explode from all of this.

And...don't even get me started on the other controversies I have going on because they will take seven blogs (or one really long one) to explain and I don't feel like typing them out.

In Other News:
I was supposed to get my learner's permit for driving today, but Frost, who was going to take me to the DMV for testing, was/is in the hospital for some undisclosed reason. He says he'll be fine, which is good because I don't like it when friends are sick.

I hope he gets out/better soon. He's a cool guy and being in the hospital is never fun (unless your name is Maddie and you're visiting a friend and fascinated by all the cool supplies in the room...and the bed. Because, that's how a Maddie obsessed with House acts).

Anyway, back to writing about cows.

TTFN!
~Maddie

Of Strippers and Sex Scandals

So, on Tuesday, Beana and I were invited by our good friend, Frost, to go to a pirate-themed strip club that had a midget stripper. Sadly, we ended up not being able to go because it was a 21 and over club.

Here's a newsflash for you: I agreed to miss House for this adventure!

Me! Missing House! To go see midget strippers! PIRATE midget strippers!

Yeah. Frost was that convincing.

Anyhow...we haven't seen head or tail of Frost since Tuesday night. It worries me. My theory is that he is being held hostage by the midget pirate strippers and is currently fighting his way to freedom, gnawing through ropes and the sort.

If anyone could escape unaided, it'd be Frost.

In other other news:

Hey! Let's bring up "Carter" once again, shall we? Sure. Anyway, we found out this week that "Carter" is still sleeping with his ex-girlfriend whom he broke up with on Halloween. Let's take a moment to give "Carter" a dramatic idiot slow clap, shall we? Ok.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Thoroughly disappointed by "Carter" and his idiotic behavior. However, I can't say that I didn't expect this to happen. I mean, he may be a cute piece of eyecandy to drool over when I need a break from the constant barrage of idiocy that I somehow get thrown into with the people at the table that nobody likes. (Speaking of "nobody likes", I haven't seen Randy in a long while. It's nice.) But, that doesn't mean that "Carter" is the brightest bulb in the box when it comes to his decisions.

So, shame on you, "Carter", for sending mixed signals to all the single (or not-so-single) ladies that think you're cute only to have them find out that you're screwing your ex behind the scenes.

Very classy.

Way to fail.

Did I ever explain the situation with Randy and his ridiculous "nickname" that he gave himself?

So, when Randy introduced himself to the group, he told everyone to call him "Mistic". First of all, a nickname is something someone else gives you based on how they see you. It's like how I call Beana "Lean Mean Bean Machine" because I like to mess with her already nickname. You don't get to pick your nickname (unless you're The Bob. Then it's ok.). Second of all, "Mistic"? Really? It's not even spelled right! It's M-Y-S-T-I-C, idiot. You're not cooler for spelling it wrong and you never will be, okay? Geez...stop trying to be cool because no one likes you anyone. Like seriously...I've never heard anyone ever say "That Mistic fellow is a nice chap. I daresay he's a jolly good friend to have!" or any variation of the sort.

NO ONE LIKES YOU!

Because of this fact, I refuse to call him by his self-given nickname. I call him Randy. Because that's his name. And if I ever talk to him and use his name to get his attention (which I won't because I don't want to talk to him), I'll call him Randy. R-A-N-D-Y! Rrrrrraaaaaaaandy. Just like the guy that Sophia graduated with who had sex with a goat.

I hang out with a weird bunch, don't I?

In other news:
I desperately need a new DS. My DS has broken at the hinge four times now. It's getting frustrating to keep fixing it.

Ta-ta for now!
~Maddie

Of Makeup and Masquerades

So, remember me mentioning "Carter" from my last post? And how "Carter" had to reaffirm his manliness by getting all flirty with Beana, Mindy, and I? Well, I decided recently that I like the attention.

Beana, however, would rather shove me in front of an oncoming bus before she'd see me with "Carter" in any way. Not that that's a bad thing. She's not jealous. She just sees "Carter" for what he really is. And, to be completely honest, I see it too.

On the boyfriend frontier: He's not that good. He's kind of not completely there all the time and when he thinks it's safe, he talks about his personal life with whatever girl he's with. Or so I've observed.

Either way, he's recently been giving ol' Maddie the eye. And I gotta say, I like being noticed. It's definitely a step up from everyone assuming that I was a lesbian earlier this year. I mean...what is up with that? I apparently give off a completely lesbian vibe that people pick up on and immediately comment on as "You don't dress girly enough, Maddie. That's why people think you're a lesbo."

I disagree. In fact, Beana put out an actual decent explanation that could potentially bust the "I'm not girly enough" excuse.
Beana's reasoning:
I'm not openly straight.

I know. I know. That sounds like a nonsensical and completely irrational reason, but it makes much more sense than the whole "not girly" thing. I mean, I'm not openly flirtatious. I don't just jump on any guy that I think is cute. And all in all, I'm as shy as shy can be when you first meet me. So, I clam up, keep to myself, and try to stay as unnoticed as possible. It's my protection. I'm not open with someone until I know who they are and if they can be trusted. And that takes me at least a week to even start.

Doesn't sound so crackpot theory now, eh?

Frost said yesterday that he doesn't know why I wear makeup. He followed it up with the fact that I dress asexually. Believe me, if I had a say, I wouldn't ever even touch makeup (concealer aside), but apparently if I don't at least put on something and make myself look somewhat girly, I won't be noticed and I'll just blend into the background as "Maddie, the lesbian chick who doesn't talk much".

I'm sick and tired of being "the lesbian chick who doesn't talk much". And now, I have a voice about it. I bring it up whenever I can. AND IF I HAVE TO HEAR RANDY SAY ONE MORE TIME THAT "Maybe she's bisexual. Maybe she just doesn't know." THEN I'M GOING TO PUNCH SOME BITCHES! Seriously...he starts up that conversation the same every time and it's like I'm not even there. It pisses me off.

Anyhow, back to "Carter"...

I really like to flirt with him currently. And I'm getting a positive response back. He calls me cute and I'm such a ridiculous sappy sap that I just go gaga-swoon over it. And I can't deny that he's several levels of yummy attractive as well. :3 That boy is a cute one indeed. (But, still no Austin. *sigh* If only he wasn't such an emo slacker...)

And Now For Something Completely Different:

A picture of me in a dress spinning.

Don't blame me. I was bored. :D
Plus, I like to think that it's a very good picture of me. All spinny and cool with it. Yo yo.
Wow...I can seriously be REALLY white sometimes...


Toodles!
~Maddie