Checked Google Analytics...these are what people were googling when they got sent to my blog...
Showing posts with label A must read.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A must read.. Show all posts
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Thank You!
Ok all, here's the scoop...
I wanted to address all the comments at once because most of you guys don't check the comments after you've left yours and everyone was saying mostly the same thing. In fact the term "don't forget us little people" came up a disturbingly huge number of times!
I don't know what you guys are talking about! Im all of 5ft tall and out of all you folks, Im probably the only one who can be rightly considered "little"and I'm damn well not gonna forget myself!
PLUS, to all of you offering me services to pimp out your blogs...(no not that kind of services! PERVS) I'd pimp all you out no problem! I've got a car that needs washing, laundry, garage that needs to be cleaned, gardening, pet washing, bills to be paid.........
I have no clue how Cosmo found my blog. Judging from the pic of the heading they put up, Id say they checked out my blog during Lent...because I changed my page right after I came back from being good and holy and good and religious and good. AND I was Good...
No, they specifically addressed THIS blog...not my makeup/beauty one although that would make a heck of a lot more sense if they did.
So far I haven't seen my follower numbers go up although I did finally install Analytics. I still don't know how to use it but we will see what happens. To tell you guys the truth I'm sorta glad I haven't had an influx of people checking me out (or so I assume) because I don't want to feel like I have to edit myself on my own blog ya know?? Plus, I feel cozier with 38 friends than 38,000 hahahah.
However, if you are here from the great South African nation, and you may or may not have read an article that may or may not exist then I bid you WELCOME!!!!!!! Please click the follow button and don't leave me worrying about lurkers.
(Im still not fully convinced...sorry Sid, but Scope put the thought in my head that you may just be super fantabulous with the Photoshop and Word!...did your head explode with frustration yet???)
I want to thank all of you people. My faithful commenters who always take the time out to read me and leave a hello despite their busy busy lives (Sid, Cora, Scope, Unbearable, SkyDad, Words, Dr. Zibbs, Felisa, Girl I, Fancy, Chris, Chris, Sassy, J.J., and God --my top fifteen). My faithfull followers who may not comment all the time or hardly at all, but I still know you guys are out there,
The lurkers who read my blog and never say a word. It's kinda creepy you guys, just click the follow button and get it over with!,
And to the people I read (go visit them!!! NOW...I command you!) ...my lovely blog list of awesomeness that keep me entertained and keep me thinking of new ways to be better than you...no wait, I meant "to better myself"...yeah, that's it.
Booyah! How's that for pimpin you all out?!?!? Uhuh! Mad skills yo!
I also want to thank the Lord above for making me the great and wonderfull person I am today,
Cosmopolitan Magazine--South Africa for having the good taste to check me out,
All the little people: vern, sneezy, droopy, winky, sleepy, stinky, widget, and doc,
and last but not least...Swine Flu.
Swine flu? Oh yeah. You don't think I haven't noticed that all this hullabaloo started after I kissed this dude???
Coincidence? I think not!
YOU MAH BOY BLUE!!!!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Looking Back...
I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and just now managed to edit it and post it. Hope you like!
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I'm sitting here at [big seattle college institution] where my mother teaches. In the cafeteria area, with my backpack next to me and my grande caramel mocha with whip close at hand. Earphones in, music blasting away and I'm sure amongst all the other oblivious souls with their open texts or open laptops or open mouths (hastily gulping down that last drop of coffee before their next class) I look just like them. Just another student cramming away towards whatever goals we all strive for. I'm not one of them though. I used to be, but today I'm the other...the "enemy" so to speak. Today I've been invited to guest lecture, first year basic biology (sure it was my mother who did the inviting, and it's my mother's class I'm lecturing...but it's darn cool anyway). I'm not due on stage for another hour and I've already gone over my notes more times that I really ever needed to.
When I was in High School, I couldn't wait to get out. To me it was just a stepping stone towards what I really was looking forward to; college and freedom. I did about as well as I possibly could have, graduating in the top .5% of my class (yeah, you read that right... 0.5%, tied for second over all four years). My only non-A grade came from one semester of dreaded PE and you better believe I dropped that class the first millisecond I could. But I didn't do it for the "acclaim" though I have to admit it was really satisfying to hear my name called at every awards ceremony. I did it to ensure that I will get into the college I wanted to. Every little bit counted. Did all the right sports, took all the right classes, joined the best clubs. And when I graduated with the acceptance letter to [Huge Washington based research university] in hand, I gladly said good bye and good riddance and never looked back.
My 5 years at said university was all I ever could have wanted and more. I LOVED it! There, I was in my element. Independently studying among likeminded individuals all reaching for higher summits and being encouraged and challenged every step of the way. I can choose my own path, master of my own destiny and so on. Of course it wasn't all about studies (DUH!) and I had 6 of the best girl friends anyone could ever hope for to experiment with (no, not in that way...pervs!) To Cry with. Grow with. Laugh with. Parties, study dates, late night cram sessions, running to each others rooms for no reason just to talk, pranks...the quintessential college experience. Roaming around campus and the U-District in my NorthFace fleece and backpack and feeling like I belonged. Here in this school (so big it had it's own zipcode) with 45,000 other students, I felt like I really found my place in the world. I would go back in a second. Do everything over again, even all the tests and stress, the dickhead professors, waking up 15 minutes before a final or midterm, rolling out of bed after a long night of cramming to run to class in my pjs, take the test, crawl back to my dorm or apartment and go right back to sleep (or to study for the next test as it more often was the case). Give (almost) anything to feel that free again, free of any responsibilities past making sure you get home ok after this party, making sure you get to that coffee place on time to meet your friends, making sure you study just enough to pass the nasty Calculus exam tomorrow.
I graduated almost 4 years ago and I think it's taken me that long to feel like I belong in this next phase of my life. I've considered going back to school to earn my Masters and it is still an option for me. Real Life, if this is what it really is, is a bit harder to get acclimated to. I don't feel welcomed, not like how I felt from the first step onto college life and how I felt till the day I walked up the steps to accept my diploma on my graduation day.
I don't know what made me think of all this. Perhaps the building...filled with the thoughts of countless generations of students. Perhaps the atmosphere, the sounds of voices all around me, getting steadily louder as I sit here and type this. Its been a nice interlude, looking back and reminiscing. I should really look over my notes one more time... Or maybe not, I know this stuff, and if I mess up *shrug* who'll know but me? For now and the next 15 minutes till class starts, I'm gonna keep putting off "real life", keep pretending to be one of them, simultaneously wishing I was and being oddly grateful I'm not.
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[new video up...]
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I'm sitting here at [big seattle college institution] where my mother teaches. In the cafeteria area, with my backpack next to me and my grande caramel mocha with whip close at hand. Earphones in, music blasting away and I'm sure amongst all the other oblivious souls with their open texts or open laptops or open mouths (hastily gulping down that last drop of coffee before their next class) I look just like them. Just another student cramming away towards whatever goals we all strive for. I'm not one of them though. I used to be, but today I'm the other...the "enemy" so to speak. Today I've been invited to guest lecture, first year basic biology (sure it was my mother who did the inviting, and it's my mother's class I'm lecturing...but it's darn cool anyway). I'm not due on stage for another hour and I've already gone over my notes more times that I really ever needed to.
When I was in High School, I couldn't wait to get out. To me it was just a stepping stone towards what I really was looking forward to; college and freedom. I did about as well as I possibly could have, graduating in the top .5% of my class (yeah, you read that right... 0.5%, tied for second over all four years). My only non-A grade came from one semester of dreaded PE and you better believe I dropped that class the first millisecond I could. But I didn't do it for the "acclaim" though I have to admit it was really satisfying to hear my name called at every awards ceremony. I did it to ensure that I will get into the college I wanted to. Every little bit counted. Did all the right sports, took all the right classes, joined the best clubs. And when I graduated with the acceptance letter to [Huge Washington based research university] in hand, I gladly said good bye and good riddance and never looked back.
My 5 years at said university was all I ever could have wanted and more. I LOVED it! There, I was in my element. Independently studying among likeminded individuals all reaching for higher summits and being encouraged and challenged every step of the way. I can choose my own path, master of my own destiny and so on. Of course it wasn't all about studies (DUH!) and I had 6 of the best girl friends anyone could ever hope for to experiment with (no, not in that way...pervs!) To Cry with. Grow with. Laugh with. Parties, study dates, late night cram sessions, running to each others rooms for no reason just to talk, pranks...the quintessential college experience. Roaming around campus and the U-District in my NorthFace fleece and backpack and feeling like I belonged. Here in this school (so big it had it's own zipcode) with 45,000 other students, I felt like I really found my place in the world. I would go back in a second. Do everything over again, even all the tests and stress, the dickhead professors, waking up 15 minutes before a final or midterm, rolling out of bed after a long night of cramming to run to class in my pjs, take the test, crawl back to my dorm or apartment and go right back to sleep (or to study for the next test as it more often was the case). Give (almost) anything to feel that free again, free of any responsibilities past making sure you get home ok after this party, making sure you get to that coffee place on time to meet your friends, making sure you study just enough to pass the nasty Calculus exam tomorrow.
I graduated almost 4 years ago and I think it's taken me that long to feel like I belong in this next phase of my life. I've considered going back to school to earn my Masters and it is still an option for me. Real Life, if this is what it really is, is a bit harder to get acclimated to. I don't feel welcomed, not like how I felt from the first step onto college life and how I felt till the day I walked up the steps to accept my diploma on my graduation day.
I don't know what made me think of all this. Perhaps the building...filled with the thoughts of countless generations of students. Perhaps the atmosphere, the sounds of voices all around me, getting steadily louder as I sit here and type this. Its been a nice interlude, looking back and reminiscing. I should really look over my notes one more time... Or maybe not, I know this stuff, and if I mess up *shrug* who'll know but me? For now and the next 15 minutes till class starts, I'm gonna keep putting off "real life", keep pretending to be one of them, simultaneously wishing I was and being oddly grateful I'm not.
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[new video up...]
Thursday, November 20, 2008
A must read...
Sorry in advance for the multi-posts today.
But you have to have to have to read this:
Top Court Backs Free Seat Ruling.
By one of my favorite bloggers! If you don't laugh at least once, then you are too defective for me and you are SO fired!
No, I'm kidding! haha. But really. Go read and laugh!
But you have to have to have to read this:
Top Court Backs Free Seat Ruling.
By one of my favorite bloggers! If you don't laugh at least once, then you are too defective for me and you are SO fired!
No, I'm kidding! haha. But really. Go read and laugh!
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