everybody has their routine

we all have routines.  routines for just about everything.  From getting ready in the morning to how we eat our dinner-- whether its clockwise around the plate or a specific order of meat, vegetable, bread, fruit.  One routine every single person has is how we write.  It might not be something you think about, and it might not be an OCD routine, but it's there alright.  For me, I can never write at a table, desk, or basically anything solid.  I can't write well on a regular computer either.  My best writing is done on my laptop, while I slouch comfortably on the couch in our living room.  Sure, it's possible for me to type out a conveyor belt piece of writing on a school computer, but it won't be close to my best work.  One more must is music.  It doesn't matter what kind of music, classical or rap, but it's gotta be there.  When I first turn it on, I immediately start belting out the song, be it "My Heart Will Go On" or "Smack That", creating an almost impossible place to work.  But as the second or third song ends, my singing turns to writing.  I only hear the background music, not the words.  Then, I write until the paper is done.  After I'm done, there is NO recollection of any song that played while I was working.  Most of the time, I hit "back" on my iPod about twenty times to see what songs played, most of them being one of those songs I always skip, when my iPod is on shuffle.  I then pause my music, and print out my paper.  Now I gotta edit.  I yell for my dad (actually scream), and ask him to go through.  He always is better at editing the ideas and comprehensibility of my sentences and paragraphs.  After that, I go through and merge those ideas, along with my new ideas, into my essay, and reprint.  This time, it goes to my mom.  Grammar and spelling edits are what she does best.  Those are an easy fix.  Now, "play" is tapped on my iPod, and I sing...again.  The whole process gets to start over.  I do this about twenty billion times before I'm done.  yeah...I actually might seem OCD about these things, but oh well.  It's my OCD, and no body is gunna take it away. (Just to let you know..I'm not crazy enough to edit my blogs like that.  But some out of tune singing did happen.)

It's about that time again

I was actually annoyed when we got an open blog post this weekend.  I had actually no idea what to write about.  I sat down in a comfy chair and blanket and began to write about stresses of life-- the only thing on my mind.  But no sooner did I finish that piece, did I highlight every word of it, and tapped the delete key.  That was not what I wanted to write about.  There I sat for a good ten minutes staring out the window at the picturesque day outside.  It was so sunny; not a cloud in the sky.  I could be the perfect summer day.  However, a closer look would reveal the brown, leafless trees and wilting grasses.  The transition is almost complete.  Minnesota would soon turn into that bleached wonderland once again.  Grass will no longer be visible, along with most of the world, and not to mention the temperature will divebomb about eighty degrees.  As I watched this I pondered the banal question, what's your favorite season?. Whenever this is asked, my answer is never solid.  Usually, I teeter between spring and summer, but the word winter is never far to follow.  I think living in Minnesota creates a soft spot for winter, no matter how much you hate the two-inch think, pain-in-the-ass ice on your windshield at 6:40 in the morning, or the six months without seeing ground, or even the occasional month without going above zero degrees, winter still has a place in our hearts.  I know I could never live in a place that doesn't get snow or doesn't even get below freezing.  As much as I love to think of myself as a summer girl, there is no doubt that winter is my season.  It's in my blood.  For now, fall is here, but not for long.  In no time at all, Minnesota will be that white wonderland once again.

I sometimes really hate people.

Everyday, wandering through the world, I begin to hate people more and more.  Or maybe it's just because of some things they do or say.  I have some really weird pet peeves, but here they go.

• People who walk like .0000001 spm (steps per minute)
• Updating your facebook statii about every two seconds. GET A TWITTER ALREADY.
• One word(or letter) answers to a very long text
• When someone asks you a question and when you try to answer they totally ignore it
• fancy names of colors. ex) fuchsia... it's pink for goodness sake.
• long nails.  They just gross me out.
• the expression "no offense, but..." Face it, it is offensive so get over it.
• loud breathing. so creepyyy.
• that person who always blinks or sneezes in the perfect picture
• not using your blinker when you're gunna turn.  honestly, its one finger click. just do it. do it.
• mirror pictures. by yourself.  really? just really?