Words of Wisdom

So, two years ago (before I went to Japan), I was an ambasador to Europe. Here is a little background for all of you who have never been to England, France, of Italy.

Learn from my mistakes!

The trip would have been cool...if I hadn't nearly become roadkill almost 14 times! Here is my first warning. If you ever go to Europe, the moped drivers there will try to run you over like they are a bowling ball and you are the last pin...if you even get what I am saying. Why they made driving on the sidewalk LEGAL still remains a mystery to me.

Second, there is a little thing called region codes. I know, most of you probably know of such a thing already. But three years ago, I did not. No matter what country I go to, they continue to hunt me down.

OK, here is the hard lesson learned. I bought Princess Mononoke in France (FYI I could watch it in English or in Japanese with subs . . . or of course, in French). I mean, I thought that would be totally cool to buy anime at a French anime store. On top of it, the graphics on the French DVD cover is so much more awesome in my opinion. Finally, I made it to a hotel in Italy and watched Princess Mononoke on their Italian dvd player. But this is where it gets bad, because of this dumb thing called a region code on the disc, I can only watch it in Europe and Southwest Asia or some place in Africa!

I HAVE WOULD HAVE TO GET A PLANE TICKET TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD TO WATCH MY AWESOME PRINCESS MONONOKE DVD!!!!

But I am glad I learned this when I did. If I had not known this when I went to Japan, I would have gone all out trying to find the Gakuen Alice game for the PS2. That would have turned out even worse.

I can't really think on anything else. I am still not too knowledgeable on the culture of Europe. But hey, if this info saves someone from being squished by an unstoppable moped, my good deed has been done.

Things I Like & Things I Hate

I am so glad I don't have to take a science class this year. But in not-so-loving memory of my science class last year, I shall type a rant dedicated to the evils of science fair projects. It isn't that I hate science really, I just fail quite epiclly at it.



Trust me, I could rant for days about my hatred for chemistry. Anyway, long story made really short: I was sick, missed a lot of school, went on the D.C. trip once I was somewhat recovered, and thus my science fair project sucked (or "inhaled profusly", in the words of my science teacher).

But, shall still mention the title: "The Viscosity of Non-Newtonian Fluids".

To make things simple ('cause I like simple) the project basically consisted of making slime and dropping marbles in it, stretching it to see how far it would go, and timing how long it took to go down a ramp. Simple, yet entertaining in some ways. Until it moved as slow as a sloth on sake. Then I hated everything to do with it.

So, to the point, all these judges come to look at the displays and completed projects, and at the end of school, they call certain people down to ask them questions. Apparently, those who are called down have a chance to win the awards and such. But why I don't understand is why my project was one of these. I thought my project was mere child's play desinged for the science inept.

I absolutely hated it. First of all, I wasn't even done with it really! I still had to give my oral presentation and other final stuff. Secondly, I had just gotten back from the D.C. trip at like 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning. I need at least 10 hours of sleep to function properly. I was way behind. And at that point, I would be lucky if I even remembered how to spell, much less what my science fair project entailed.

Basically, all the judges were aging science nerds (sorry to stereotype but it was true). They practically interrogated me. With only a few hours of sleep and inept at understanding physics or chemistry in any way, shape, or form . . . was I really supposed to comprehend words such as "speed velocity"? I contemplated if the language they were speaking was truly English. (And if these know-it-all beings were in fact human.) At any rate, from a single glance I could tell that they were to mature for their own laugh (as Kelsy and I put it).

At last, the final person I talked to (go figure right?) admitted to find my project "absolutely fascinating". To my excitement, he was younger and used a more modern vernacular If playing with a slime-like substance and doing tests on it was considered "absolutely fascinating" to this guy, then I figured he had to have some sense on humor in it all. So, to some degree, we were on the same wavelength.

Despite the suffering through brain twisting questions, there was good that came out of it. In the end, I was given a yummy lollipop <3>

Meandering to a Different Drummer

I like sharing stories of my blonde moments. They are very useful when I suffer from writters block. I shall proceed to set the scene for one of my more "infamous" moments in my 18 year history. I went on the D.C. trip last year. Usually that trip is only for the 8th graders as part of their history class. But since the Inaguration was going on, Juniors (me at the time) and Seniors were invited as part of government class. It wasn't really mandatory for highschoolers though, so there were only around 10 of us.

Thus, I will begin with my hot chocolate spiel . . . (applause)

Inauguration was cold. I am talking 18 degrees cold! Shut up all of you in cold climates 'cause I live in a DESERT. Here, the closest thing we get to this supposed snow is ice cubes. Anyway, at this point, hot chocolate was sounding pretty good to Holly and I. So, I went with a few of my other friends (Dora, Kaitlyn, and ...the other Kaitlyn) to buy hot chocolate. Holly wanted to stay with the group and told me to get some for her as well) We had to stand in line for 45 long and freezing minutes, and I was the last of my friends in line (but they were kind enough to wait for me) I thought it was worth it but I was not quite prepared for what happened next . . .

When I finally had my hot chocolate, I tried to join my friends and walk back with them. But as I tried to take a step forward, I went absolutely nowhere! It was as if some unseen force was in my way. At that point I realized that both cups of boiling hot chocolate had spilled on my freezing hands, and I also had a revelation that they were no longer numb anymore. In fact, it actually felt quite good because they were no longer cold.

So, I tried to take a step forward to reach my friends who were waiting for me. But alas, the same thing happened again! It was all very confusing. I felt like my feet couldn't move. To make things worse. The hot chocolate that had spilled on my hands was no longer hot. It had cooled off but was still wet. My poor hands, covered in sticky liquid chocolate, were thrown into a bitter cold hell! So, there I stood, in absolute misery, trying to figure out this phenomenon logically.

I looked down only to realize that the "unseen force" that had paralyzed me was actually a pole and rope that had been holding up the hot chocolate tent. . . .

I glanced towards my friends one last time . . . they looked back at me with faces filled of wonder and amusement at my blonde moment. Lastly, as I tried to step over the rope . . . I tripped over it even though it had been in plain sight, spilling some of the hot chocolate yet again.

Actually, I kept spilling the hot chocolate all the way back to our group (if anything, tripping over air!). And by the time I got the cup to Holly, half had spilled.

Then, I began to contemplate a wonderful invention that I always seem to take for granted. Lids.

Happy National Hangover Day: The Thanksgiving Feast of Terror

Just another post from my old blog. Instead of posting a blonde moment on mine, I am deciding to share a story of human stupidity. It is National Hangover Day after all. I want to relish in the occasion by laughing at the idiocracy of others.

Before Thanksgiving break, our teachers serve us a "Thanksgiving Feast". Yes, unfortunatly, that means ALL the high schoolers. Now I know what your thinking "TURKEY! TURKEY OMG!" But trust me, when this is on the mind of hundreds of high schoolers, you mind as well run all the way to a nearby fast food chain. For one thing, it is faster and two, chance of injury is reduced. Sure you won't get turkey and potatoes but trust me, it is better than what I put up with. A "single" file line turned into an eight file line, yes I actually counted. From a distance, we probably resembled a heard of cows. The drooling mob extended to the other end of the hall and there is a good chance that it could have gone outside the building. It was then that I became road-kill, literally, and if it wansn't for Vanessa breaking my fall, I might have not have lived to see another day. My goodness people, I mean preschoolers are better behaved!