Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Valentines Day
As you probably know, next Tuesday is Valentine’s Day, but what you may not know is that it is also ELISABETH’S BIRTHDAY!! This is special for three reasons. First of all she is turning 18, meaning her childhood is over and she is now an adult. Second of all, she’s not the only one who has a birthday on Valentine’s Day, her brother also has the same birthday too (they are twins)!! And the third and most important reason why it’s awesome that her birthday is on Valentine’s Day is because her last name is Hartman!! Like HEART MAN!! This is so crazy because hearts represent Valentine’s Day! Anyways I hope she has an amazing birthday and I will definitely be there to help her celebrate!
Monday, February 6, 2012
A phone call every saturday night
What most people usually do during Saturday night? I think they are either hanging out with their friends, watching TV, go to the mall, working or having dinner with their family. But me...I usually just sit around in my room, waiting for a phone call. Yes, a phone call from my mom who lives a thousand miles away from me. She lives in Indonesia and I'm here in the US.
At first, she calls me about 3 to 4 times a week (I don't call her, its mostly her, not that i am a bad kid who forget about their parents but to do international call from here to there is way more expensive than from there to here and she doesn't really understand how to use Skype or Facebook but she is learning how to now). But because of the different time we have, and with her working most of the week with only Sunday off and i have school, we barely have time to talk. So, we decided to have the one time we actually have time, the perfect time that both of us actually still awake and not busy. Its Saturday night around 8-9 pm here and around 10-11 am in there. And when she calls, we can talk on the phone for hours, sometime it can goes for 4 to 6 hours. Mostly we catch up of how we are doing and sometimes about news of what had been going on there and what had been going on here, and sometimes we gossip and laugh at funny things or about our relatives and who had just giving birth or who had just get married. For me, i really enjoy this Saturday night phone call with my mom.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
The sweet old ladies you meet at Jo-anns
I went to Jo-ann's today with my mother and my grandmother. We were on a hunt for a fabric that would be used to make a traditional Indian suit. It took us a while to get through all the bolts of fabric that lined the wall but once we found the pattern we needed, I went to the cutting table to get two and a half yards of it.
As many of you may know, Jo-anns has made getting your fabric cut an orderly experience by dispensing numbered tickets to people standing in line. The ticket system is considerably fair, usually easy to comprehend, and efficiently reduces conflict that may arise when people cut in line.
Anyways, there was only one employee at the cutting table helping customer number 33 and no one in line behind them. Despite this, I went to get myself ticket number 34 and stood an appropriate distance away from the counter to create a new line. I had only been standing there for a minute or so when this sweet looking old lady came up to the counter and plucked out ticket number 35.
Noticing that a line was beginning to form a second employee came to the cutting counter. The old lady moved towards the counter and started measuring some lace she had in her hand. I decided to not get upset at her sort of cutting in front of me because I thought she either knew that she wasn't next but wanted to measure some lace or because she may not have noticed that her number was not next.
The employee that had come over and glanced at the t.v., which displayed the number 33, and asked the old lady what number she had. The old lady seemed to shift gears from sweet to cranky quite rapidly as she began to talk loudly.
"I have number 35. Isn't there a line here? Well I'm number 35," said the old lady, who was becoming less and less sweet with every word she spoke.
The employee said that number 34 hasn't been called up yet.
The lady looked back around her and replied, "I don't see number 34 anywhere. I'm number 35 so I should go next. Don't you call numbers in order? You should change the number on the screen because I'm next."
I gave the employee a bit of an incredulous look and held up my number 34 ticket. She gestured for me to move forward and cut the exact measurement of cloth I needed. The whole time I was standing at the counter I could feel the old lady's eyes boring into the back of my head.
I got a receipt for the cloth I had cut and turned around to find my mom. The minute I turned around I saw an unflattering grimace on the once sweet old lady's face. Her irritated eyes reflected her unnecessary impatience.
I felt like making a really snarky comment on the old lady's impatient behavior but I lacked the imagination to come up with one so very last minute. Instead, I gave her the nicest smile I could manage and came out of the situation the better person for showing patience.
As many of you may know, Jo-anns has made getting your fabric cut an orderly experience by dispensing numbered tickets to people standing in line. The ticket system is considerably fair, usually easy to comprehend, and efficiently reduces conflict that may arise when people cut in line.
Anyways, there was only one employee at the cutting table helping customer number 33 and no one in line behind them. Despite this, I went to get myself ticket number 34 and stood an appropriate distance away from the counter to create a new line. I had only been standing there for a minute or so when this sweet looking old lady came up to the counter and plucked out ticket number 35.
Noticing that a line was beginning to form a second employee came to the cutting counter. The old lady moved towards the counter and started measuring some lace she had in her hand. I decided to not get upset at her sort of cutting in front of me because I thought she either knew that she wasn't next but wanted to measure some lace or because she may not have noticed that her number was not next.
The employee that had come over and glanced at the t.v., which displayed the number 33, and asked the old lady what number she had. The old lady seemed to shift gears from sweet to cranky quite rapidly as she began to talk loudly.
"I have number 35. Isn't there a line here? Well I'm number 35," said the old lady, who was becoming less and less sweet with every word she spoke.
The employee said that number 34 hasn't been called up yet.
The lady looked back around her and replied, "I don't see number 34 anywhere. I'm number 35 so I should go next. Don't you call numbers in order? You should change the number on the screen because I'm next."
I gave the employee a bit of an incredulous look and held up my number 34 ticket. She gestured for me to move forward and cut the exact measurement of cloth I needed. The whole time I was standing at the counter I could feel the old lady's eyes boring into the back of my head.
I got a receipt for the cloth I had cut and turned around to find my mom. The minute I turned around I saw an unflattering grimace on the once sweet old lady's face. Her irritated eyes reflected her unnecessary impatience.
I felt like making a really snarky comment on the old lady's impatient behavior but I lacked the imagination to come up with one so very last minute. Instead, I gave her the nicest smile I could manage and came out of the situation the better person for showing patience.
Friday, February 3, 2012
gossip
We all do it. We all say something about someone. It has become second nature. Gossip roams around society just waiting to be used and talked about.
I'm not saying I don't do it because trust me, I do it and don't realize sometimes. But we call make the conscious effort to stop. We can try to minimize what we say about those we despise. Or, even take the higher road and not say anything! Vent to your pillow, your dog, or any other pet you have.
You don't have to say hurtful and mean things right at school. Beause honestly, you don't who's listening. Gossip loves to travel. And it travels fast so what you say can come back and bite you back in the butt. hard. Think of what you are doing before anything leaves that big mouth of yours.
I'm not saying I don't do it because trust me, I do it and don't realize sometimes. But we call make the conscious effort to stop. We can try to minimize what we say about those we despise. Or, even take the higher road and not say anything! Vent to your pillow, your dog, or any other pet you have.
You don't have to say hurtful and mean things right at school. Beause honestly, you don't who's listening. Gossip loves to travel. And it travels fast so what you say can come back and bite you back in the butt. hard. Think of what you are doing before anything leaves that big mouth of yours.
Shipwreck Divers
When the Costa Concordia was evacuated last month near Italy, all of the passengers had to leave their belongings behind, from jewelry to money, much of what was left sunk to the bottom of the ocean.
Now, there are many divers that are being lured to the sight to dive down and search for treasures. It's kind of clever, that these people are going to try and find this, but it's also kind of bad for the passsengers that will never get their personal belongings back or the antiques that they left on the ship. There were also a lot of shops and casinos on the ship that sold jewelry, which probably all sunk to the bottom too.
Now, there are many divers that are being lured to the sight to dive down and search for treasures. It's kind of clever, that these people are going to try and find this, but it's also kind of bad for the passsengers that will never get their personal belongings back or the antiques that they left on the ship. There were also a lot of shops and casinos on the ship that sold jewelry, which probably all sunk to the bottom too.
Maddie's Stress
The subject of this blog is my good friend (who i am currently sitting next to), Maddie Lowell.
She's sitting there, looking at prom dresses on the computer and stressing out! SHould she get the cheetah print? Or the zebra striped dress? But, what about the hot pink one with so much tulle it practically could drown her??
This is what prom does. It messes with our teenage psyches and causes a good person, like Maddie, to freak out over the prospect of a prom dress. It causes so much anxiety she is practically losing sleep over it.
But, after she finds that perfect dress, that perfect zebra print, that perfect lime green glitter adorned ball gown, it's smooth sailing from there :)
She'll have a great time at prom with her boy and she will dance the night away. Oh prom oh prom.
She's sitting there, looking at prom dresses on the computer and stressing out! SHould she get the cheetah print? Or the zebra striped dress? But, what about the hot pink one with so much tulle it practically could drown her??
This is what prom does. It messes with our teenage psyches and causes a good person, like Maddie, to freak out over the prospect of a prom dress. It causes so much anxiety she is practically losing sleep over it.
But, after she finds that perfect dress, that perfect zebra print, that perfect lime green glitter adorned ball gown, it's smooth sailing from there :)
She'll have a great time at prom with her boy and she will dance the night away. Oh prom oh prom.
I'm best friends with Drake
Yes, you just read that right. I am friends with Drake. Drizzy Drake, the Canadian rapper who has won the hearts of a million people. He is pretty chill. He helps me with my homework, walks with me to our classes and he gave me the idea to write this blog. As nice as he is, there are some things that make me mad about him.
He never gets me tickets to his concerts. He never lets me meet his celebrity friends. He never buys me new expensive things (even though he is a millionaire). How selfish, right? I'm not asking for backstage passes, Kanye's phone number or a brand new Bentley. I just thought he would show some appreciation to his real friends. But I guess that is too much to ask for some big time star.
He never gets me tickets to his concerts. He never lets me meet his celebrity friends. He never buys me new expensive things (even though he is a millionaire). How selfish, right? I'm not asking for backstage passes, Kanye's phone number or a brand new Bentley. I just thought he would show some appreciation to his real friends. But I guess that is too much to ask for some big time star.
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