Hey. I'm amazed you've stopped to take a peak! I'm sorry to say that my blog is full of negative, atrociously positive, philosophical, or otherwise stupid posts concerning my thoughts, feelings, and every day life. But what the hell! If you think it's great, then I think you're great. Got it?

Jan 31, 2011


So I changed my blog. Yay! I was way bored so I kept the blue, but I didn't like the lips or anything and I saw all kinds of pictures for titles, so I got jealous and tried to do it....

I failed, considering how gigantic that picture is. I'll figure it out, until then, BOO that picture must scare you!!! Hahahaah suckers. I scared you!

Never mind. I fixed it to something I really really like. Thanks guys for sticking with me!

<3 Mindy


So. It's January 31. Last blog post of the month. I should make this good. I guess I could go on and on about how much I freaking love my boyfriend, but I'll save you the pain of reading it. Instead, I'll talk about my utter obsession for 30 Seconds to Mars. (Yes, I'm still very obsessed. Obsessions don't wear off easily.)

So Jared Leto is hot. Yet......he's 39 I've discovered. O.O

*Clears throat* I'm a little worried. He does NOT look 39. More like 28 but whatever, I guess that's his birthday. Gasp! What if he got Botox or something? That's scary. I doubt I'd like him anymore if his beauty was faked. Ewww. I like the natural my bf......*Cough* so anyway, our computer had been moved again into the family room upstairs, so now my brothers can see everything I'm doing, and it's....grr! But they're gone now, which makes me very happy. Yay! Happiness! They're busy with doing stuff. This makes me very happy. <3

I love Jared Leto, but now I'm not so sure. I'm going to have nightmares of him crawling in my bed with an ugly clown face. Eep! I hate clowns! They scare me! Abductions and Drowning also scare me.........eeps. What if he kidnaps me and drowns me with a clown face? A three in one combo. GEEZ that's CREEPY.

Quit thinking of that Mindy, see how hot he is?

Yes, exactly. Love.

Anyway, Happy February First tomorrow! But of course, I wouldn't miss that blog anyway, but still! It's an early wish!

Over and Out,

Jan 30, 2011


No, we didn't have any booze, but you could never know. Nah, we (meaning my friends, BF, and I) all partied it up last night in my basement downstairs. I freaking love Saturday nights. So to highlight the night, my BF came over very first. Here is the situation:

Brett was suppose to come over around 3:30 and help me make cookies for the party, since he was my co-party-planner, and my BF just wanted to come over because he can. So anyway, I was playing this cool little Sim City game when he calls me and we talk and then he said that he's coming over soon, and I said cool, he'll be the first if Brett doesn't beat him. Well, while he takes him time coming over, Brett hasn't showed up, so I call just to remind him. His awesome mother answers and tells me that he's sick. O.O

SiCk?!?!? NOOOOO!!! I was so sad! Because we wouldn't see him! So I tell her to have Brett call me back and everything when he wakes up, because he was asleep. So my BF gets here and I'm in the middle of making cookies, and he helps me out and helps me set up for the party. We hang out in my room until Drew comes, let in by my brothers and sentenced downstairs, and then Kaeli texts me and says she's on her way. Hoorah! So before Kaeli shows up, Maddy shows up! YAY!!! So then that'! Yay! (Including myself) and then finally Kaylynn shows up. But Brett isn't here, because before Drew came, Brett called me back and told me he slept and woke up at the wrong time so he needed to shower and he'd be here in half an hour, but it's an hour now, and Kaylynn comes, and she said she'll call Brett. She does.....and Brett calls in sick again. So no Brett for us, which makes me very very sad because he's my co-planner. But it's not just that. Brett and I are like.....way good friends, and without the other at a party, it's pretty clear that one of us will be desperately sad to not have the other, despite all the others here. It really put a dent in my spirits last night.

But of course, it was still a party, everyone else was there, and we had fun. I almost had everyone participate in a ten minute memorial for what me and Kaylynn would do for him at lunch time......but we didn't, everyone was so restless from sitting and watching a movie. I'm getting ahead of myself though.


I'm blogging what's happened for Brett, so that he can have reading it? I don't know, but Brett, I know you're reading this, and I love you. So here it goes:

Once everyone got here, we put in Disturbia. Thank goodness my bf brought it, otherwise we'd have to settle for one of my stupid disney movies, which he hates desperately. But anyway, I'm sad though, because Brett said he'd bring Penelope, but he didn't. Awwwww. Oh well, so we put that in and we all settled down with our "couples" (Maddy and Drew, Me and Bf, and.....well.....Kaylynn and Kaeli were alone.) But Maddy and Drew aren't a couple, they were just a little "Movie couple" for that night. Brindy and Julian were their nicknames.....Brindy came from my name and my Bf's name put together......ha......well anyway, Julian is a girl's name into a boy's name and that's Drew's butt's name. My butt's name is Harriet, Kaylynn's is Paulette, Maddy's is Georgette, My BF's is Marley, Kaeli's butt is Juanita, and.....Brett? Your butt's name is Kale. Sorry, but we named him for you. Kale was the main character's name in Disturbia.....tee hee. Now it's your butt's name. Anyway, so we watch Disturbia and we screamed a lot towards the end, then we made a family out of us. Me and my Bf were Mom and Dad. Brindy (Maddy) was our youngest, "Special" daughter. Amelia (Kaylynn) and Alice (Kaeli) were adopted, and Julian (Drew) was the random BF to Brindy. So Alice asks mom and dad where babies come from, and dad explains that there is a special cabbage garden, and each cabbage we pick out will soon sprout into a baby. (Cabbage Patch Kids >.<) Well, Amelia comments that she definitely doesn't want to be in the cabbage garden while we're picking. :P silly Amelia. That's a "That's what she said" joke within itself. Sorry Brett....this would have been so difficult for you if you were here.

But anyway, after that which had happened, we decided to put Star Dust in, but no one paid attention to it. Kaylynn got a call from her dad's girlfriend, and we sat away from the others while she talked. In fact, "sit" isn't even a correct term. We were moving around in circles on our knees....So when she was done with the call, I look at her and we suddenly both take off running on our knees to get to the tv room. It was very demented and funny. Then suddenly everyone wanted to have knee races, and so we had that which was suggested. The knee races brought my curious brothers downstairs and they witnessed Drew's epic slide into the playhouse under the stairs. Heh. It was delicious. But anyway, Ryan (Little six year old brother) came in and brought out his epic nerf sword and hit someone (Can't remember) with it, and I demanded a sword to face off with him. Three more nerf swords come, and it turns into a bloody brother battle of courage. Everyone fought everyone.  Drew and my BF faced off, then me and him, then Maddy and Drew, then three people, then four, then a battle of the kids while the Monarchy (me and Bf) watched. Ha. It was great.

After a while, the boys went to bed and we all settled down against the wall, not even on the couches in the TV room, and....well....I don't know whow this happened, but it went from high energy sword fighting to deep confession night. Don't worry, nothing will be revealed on the internet. I'm way too respectful for that. Brett, ask us in private if you're curious.

After that, everyone had to go home.


Over and Out....

Jan 28, 2011

Little Moments that Add Up

I stared at the glass, trying to guess my fate. Inside was swirling water, and it made me dizzy. Which way would my life turn? Could I predict it? The future was impossible to see, but I told myself there was one way. The water in the glass began to slow down, creating a tornado of murky brown water within the crystalline walls of the glass. The water that I thought was pure, was soiled and rotten instead; and I knew why. My past wasn't all diamonds and parties. It wasn't my pride and joy. My past was unspeakable, and I was afraid that at this moment, watching the water ooze into blood, that I would have to admit to the murder I had done. 

We all tend to look back at what we have done. We all want to be modest and say that our pasts weren't as special as we wanted them to be, but we also just want to say our lives sucked and that we can't move on from what was. I wrote the passage above from the top of my head, and I used a glass analogy. To me, glasses represent the wall that supports our four -alities. Spirituality, Mentality, Physicality, and Emotionality. The water within the glass, is the sensitive heart. A heart poked and prodded, added to and taken away from. This heart should be balanced throughout our lives, yet we can't seem to control this balance. We give away our keys to balance and let someone else hold it rather than ourselves. For all we know, this person could abuse our key and steal away our heart. The murky brown water in the passage was this girl's heart, beat up and abused, but only because she believed it was her fault. She blamed it on her past, in a way to make it her fault. She believed that it was her past that set her on this course of life, the reason she ended up the way she was.

I was fifteen when it had happened. It was an influence I could only blame myself for. A good friend of mine led me to a boy I thought I would be with forever. I never realized how greedy I was. I didn't just want him, but I wanted her happiness, and I wanted everyone to be content. I found out the hard way that teenage drama wasn't going to end lightly. After I thought I wanted him, I found that he was too desperate, and found that my head was more clear than I took for granted. I experienced a hatred for the boy that wanted my dignity, and I blamed it on my friend. She didn't understand how important it was to me to get back at her. She thought I was joking. If I would have known about the glass then, I wouldn't have done it. But I did it anyway. It wasn't a physical murder, like some would expect. But to me, it was a gore I wished never to have seen. I watched her everyday, and everyday her makeup would smear a little more. Her friends would turn their noses up at her, and everyday, her back slouched a little farther. It wasn't long until my goal was accomplished, and the bright girl I used to know was a walking ghost, waiting for that moment to see the light. A light that I would never let her see. 

You wonder how our character could have become so evil in such a short passage. Words could not explain the months she went through. Words would never be able to tell her story casually. She let her glass heart bubble and boil to the point of breaking. Her glass began to leak. The four -alities were thrown into a balance far too unhealthy for such a person to go through. Her case was rare, her hormones and condemnation were impervious to the tidal waves that tried to tame her. She let her friend take her key, and she had to get her key back. Our minds, however, go to much more extremes to obtain this goal than we think. The importance of getting our key back is part of human survival. We were born to be independent and controlling. Some people, however, are beyond the point of no return.

No one knew what had happened to her, but as a few years go by, I found myself slowly healing from such a drama. People tell me it wasn't my place to believe that. I had a new friend, one who had troubles with herself and others. A specific other, was her best friend, a guy with a pyromaniac label. My friend worried for her guyfriend, and I was insulted. She came to me for help, and I tried my best, but jealousy flooded in. I decided to talk to him, against my friend's wishes, and I found myself trembling in anger from the stubborn attitude he had. He threatened to take away my life if I ever tried to intervene again. I didn't take this lightly. If I had known about the glass then, I wouldn't have done what I had. I would have known that my murky water would be turning red with hate, and my glass will have another added crack. I probably wouldn't have cared. Such a threat to me was like a nuclear bomb destroying the world. That time, it was my world. 

 Drama Queen, some would label her. Except it was more than that. Her heart could only take so much insult, so much pain. Everyone could agree, if they had to give up their own pure hearts for such an experience. It wasn't fair for such a girl to go through such a trial. With trial, came error, and with error, came wisdom, but our protagonist didn't know this then. In fact, our antagonist, in which case, was her off-balanced self, used this under-assimilated experience of hers to turn everything against her. It was her murky glass that decided to finally break.

I considered a new path, something not as hard for both myself, and others around me. For it was obvious that I was a problem that needed an evaluation. Both my heart and my mind told me to take the knife and end it here. Here--the life that I worked so hard to achieve, but failed. Here, I was nothing but a lost person with a winding path into an abyss. I didn't know what I was going to see or meet below, but the last thing I would want was to meet someone just like me. 

And that was what happened to our character. She found that person, but it wasn't by taking her own life. A little mirror sat in the corner of her heart, reflecting everything, being the lifeline that let her thoughts hesitate and consider what she was doing. That mirror within her formed a new glass for her heart with a gamble of her life, and it was that gamble that brought our character out of the darkness. She sought out help, instead of trying to be completely alone. Her soul was a restless feather, being blown every which way, but she found refuge in the last place she would have thought of. Home.

I stared at the glass, trying to guess my fate. Inside was swirling water, and it made me dizzy. Which way would my life turn? Could I predict it? The future was impossible to see, but I told myself there was one way. The water in the glass began to slow down, creating a tornado of murky brown water within the crystalline walls of the glass. But this time...I willed it to settle into a lake of sparkling beauty. 

The End 

Jan 26, 2011

The Terrifying Realization

So I finally realized something important today. After I received free brown playdough, after I ran 40 sprints on the pacer, I was sitting in my Geometry class, silently loathing the subject to myself, when it hit me. My startling realization sent chilling shivers down my spine with a rocking tremble, and I knew I was screwed for life. You see, it all happened the day before today. Yesterday, if you will. I went into my Geography teacher's classroom and we partied because of our awesome Honors projects. Well. They assigned me to make a game of life for a different country. It was a project that was equivalent to two normal Honors Geography projects. It was a big project. Anyway, the glass-shattering shivers that tripped and stumbled and crashed down my back pulled me back into reality. It was then, that I realized how much homework I had to do. My Geometry teacher assigned me to, sometime during the semester, make a short 3 minute music video for Geometry. Shoot. Me. So along with my Honors Project, I have this, a bunch of small little math homeworks of problems I don't understand, A Book Report for English, (Which I have to do before hand, because I'm going Skiing), and then lastly, write a thank you note to a person for extra credit in Teen Living. How long ago did this semester start? Blarg! Rip my head off and feed it to the dogs why don't ya?!

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy

Jan 25, 2011

My Zodiac Sign, A Break Down, Including Sarcasm

Okay, Sagittarius. My element is Fire, I'm ruled by Jupiter, and I'm a centaur with a bow. I found this cute little article online:

"Twelve Signs of the Zodiac"

Your element: Fire
Your ruling planets: Jupiter
Symbol: The Archer
Your stone: Turquoise
Life Pursuit: To live the good life
Vibration: Overly expressive - frequent burnouts
Sagittarian's Secret Desire: To make a difference in the world

Ruled by the benefic planet Jupiter, Sagittarians possess a natural exuberance, sense of adventure and love of life that makes them one of the most optimistic zodiac signs of all. Like their astrological symbol - the Archer - Sagittarians are renowned for aiming their sights towards whatever it is they find alluring - a love partner, dream job, vacation - and making it their own. They believe that anything is possible - and because of this belief system, Sagittarians are adept at seeking out their very own pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

But sometimes trying to tie down these free-spirited individuals is frustrating for those around them. Sagittarians are happiest on the move - exploring new cultures and ideas and many are attracted to occupations related to travel, the media, outdoor work and philosophical pursuits. In love, their catch-cry is "don't fence me in". But once they find a partner who understands their need to retain their own sense of self and identity, Sagittarians can be the most big-hearted, generous and fun-loving companions of all.

Freedom loving, optimistic and honest, Sagittarians are ruled by Jupiter, the planet of abundance and higher learning. The wisdom of Jupiter imbibes Sagittarians with an inherent need to develop their own unique philosophy of life. The Centaur is their astrological symbol, and it gives many insights into the Sagittarian personality. The higher-evolved Sagittarian learns to integrate the two ends of the Centaur (half-human, half-beast) in order for their arrow (another Sagittarian symbol) of higher aspirations to be more on the mark. Although they are intellectually and spiritually advanced, Sagittarians are notorious for their lack of tact. In relationships they demand independence, but when in love, it can't be denied that they are one of the most big-hearted signs of the zodiac.

Okay, so now I want to dwell on this. Let's break this up little by little, shall we? First of all: FIRE!!!!! BURRRNNN!!!!! Second: Jupiter? Pfft. Lame. Third: The has a nice ring to it. Fourth: Turquoise is ugly. I'm sorry, but it is. Fifth: My apparent life pursuit sounds pretty good. I think it'd be great to live the good life. Sixth: You know, I am overly excessive, and my frequent burnouts happen when I eat sugar and get those....sugar crashes. Heh. Last: Sorry, but that's not my secret desire. My secret desire is secret for a reason. Shh. Secretive.

To the beginning then?  First Sentence: I'm told I'm pretty optimistic. I do love life, because in life, you can do a lot of cool things.......exuberance. I like that word. Natural though? Yum. Now, My thoughts on Adventures: HOLY FREAKING AMAZINGNESS! I WANT AN ADVENTURE. I like those sort of things where the heroine gets hurt, and the hero kisses it better with a strong, passionate kiss. Mwa! That's my kiss sound. Yum. Also, I want to blow someone's head off with a fragmented bullet. That'd be pretty darn awesome. Second Sentence: My symbol is the archer. I like that, because Archery is sexy, but not nearly as freaking amazing as decapitating someone with a butcher knife....ahem....I'm getting ahead of myself. Aiming my sights is pretty easy also. Think about it: When you see a shiny new diamond, you can't take your eyes off it. Especially if you have a chance of...say...winning it for free! With sights on a love partner, dream job, or vacation........Dude, you got me at all three! Aloha! Oh yes, I'll make it my own. Third Sentence:  However, I don't believe EVERYTHING is possible, ohhhh but honey, if I could get some gold at the end of the rainbow, count me in! I wouldn't call this a belief system though, that sounds sort of geeky. Having my own belief. I already converted to Drewish!

Fourth Sentence: Haa.....just ask Kaylynn. My optimism is definitely spreadable! Heee! And tying me down....good luck! I'll bite your hands off! Fifth Sentence: So this one I really like. I am happy when I'm moving and exploring. Those are the two things I do best. Whether it's exploring my backyard, or walking down the street when I'm jittery, I can be pretty happy. I've been very proactive lately also, I actually like PE! A LOT! I like the stretches. I want to be strong. Anyway, Exploring new cultures and Ideas are what I live for. When I hear something, I think, dude, that's cool, because I don't know about others, but I'm very open minded. Cultures fascinate me to no end. Chinese? Japanese? Indian? German? YOU NAME IT! I'll gladly learn about them all. Travel is very alluring....hehe....I'm attracted to it. I'm sure most know I'm deeply into writing, so if that goes under Media, YAY!!!! I'm happier than ever now. Also, Outdoor work and Philosophy....if it counts for geology and sitting in the sun, SURE! I don't like weeding.... Sixth Sentence: "Don't Fence Me In!" See? I said it! Seventh Sentence: Aw shucks, I'm touched. It's true though, I need some independence and identity.....otherwise I wouldn't know what to call myself! I WOULDN'T be Mindy! You'll all be sad and depressed. Now I am pretty big-hearted, generous, and lovable person out there, admit it guys. Oh yes. (Pst. I love Fun!)

Eight Sentence: So why abundance? It sounds like a harvest god or something. Ninth Sentence: Actually that is true, I'm a unique person, and I want my own philosophy of life. If I can make it, then so help me I will. But how does Jupiter grant me this power? I don't assimilate.... Tenth Sentence: Elaborate? So I'm a centaur....a half-human half-beast thing! That's not very attractive, having a horse's butt! Eleventh Sentence: So let's say I shoot an arrow....and it hits the guy right in the eye? Is that because I'm part horse? Wow.........awesome. BUT I want to hide my horse butt like Chiron in Percy Jackson. Hehe That'd be pretty cool. WAIT. I don't want to be in a wheel chair...Shoot. There's no winning with this, is there? Twelfth Sentence: Not so sure on the spiritual.....unless we're talking about Inner Mindy and my demons, which is completely, 100% refined and in tune with my outer appearance and behavior. ;) I'm pretty smart though, Intellectual is a very smartical word. Except....what is tact? My demons? Thirteenth Sentence: Oooh so now I'm a big-hearted, part centaur, awesome aiming, lover? This is pretty high tech. It makes me happy. Yes, I do want independence too, like I stated above. Thanks for making me repeat that.

Now, I was not born on December 22, so HA YOU STUPID SUN SIGNS!! BLAAAAA!!!! Just kidding, I love you, Sun Signs, I really do. Jk I hate you, Sun Signs, I really do. Oh dear, I can't seem to make up my mind with this......Do I love? Or do I hate? I say it's a bitter-sweet thing.

So, did this describe me as much as I thought it described me? If so, please, feel free to comment. I love new commentors. Haa....commentors isn't even a word. In your face Webster, I just used a non-word. BLAHAHAHHA!!!!

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy

Nosy Parents....Beach Parties in London.....Life can't get anymore suckish

"Did you kiss him?" "French kiss?" "Anything bad happening?" "He's SIXTEEN?!?!" "Lord Help us, our daughter's dating!"

Well Blarg you. So. This is how you want me to spend my teenage years. Your little heads buried in my physical relationship with my boyfriend. Hmm....not very appealing to Mindy. Sure, you guys want to be protective, but I'm not going to tell you every single little thing. Texts: "Where are you?" "Are you with friends?" "Don't worry, I won't bug you" "One last thing: Are you with him?" "When are you coming home?" All in the matter of thirty minutes after school lets out. Annoying? I think so. I don't want to look like some girl addicted to texting in front of my boyfriend. How lame is that? It's bad enough he knows I'm freaking obsessed with 30 Seconds to Mars. So Why? WHYYYYY??!! How does he feel about this? My parents all up in our business? Does he want privacy? I assure you he does, and so do I. Darn it parents for making me promise to tell you things. I shouldn't have, but what could I have said?

"Mindy, you need to tell us everything big that happens if I'm to let you date."

"No! I refuse!"

"BLARGGGG you aren't dating anymore! I sentence you to your room!"


So you see why I cannot risk such a thing? It was either accept it, or watch my social life plummet. Which would you prefer? I prefer to have the chance to date and tell my parents if I've "french kissed" than not date at all. In fact, if I truly must tell them everything that goes on between me and him, then so be it, but I may not be telling the truth 24/7. Just saying. In fact, I might just avoid talking to them all together. Ignore their texts. Ignore their calls. Come inside and ignore their yelling-- haa.....that's weird. Wait. Wait wait wait! I'm a teenager. I'm suppose to develop my independence. I can't rely on mommy and daddy anymore. Fifteen is a good age to begin. I want to be different, unique. Sixteen is too cliche. Seventeen and Eighteen are too old. What better time, than fifteen? Ha. Genius. But that doesn't mean I'm going to get SERIOUS. It means I'm going to try new things and not rely on my parents to be my walker. Time to take the training wheels off. Time to be a woman. It may be difficult though, what with my parents feeling betrayed and angered at me. Oh well, they'll have to deal with it. Because guess what? I'll find a way around it. If they want me to be a depressed, heavy-metal-listening teenager, so be it, I will. Bwahaha!

Or I can be happy and then they can be happy. Their choice.

I guess I should also talk about Beach Parties in London. So.....I love Potter Puppet Pals, (On youtube, look them up) and I want to dwell on the idea of "Beach Parties in London." First of all, isn't it too cold? I mean....the grey ocean lapping at a rocky cliff doesn't sound as appealing as California or Hawaii. (>.<) Also, Beach parties should include college students high on booze. That would make a great party. Maybe a girl in beauty school giving free hair cuts, and a fat man who needs to wax. Yes, that would be pretty spectacular. Maybe throw London sand down somebody's trunks and yell "KOWABUNGA" while flying off a hundred foot cliff of insanity! Haa! I love that book! The Princess Bride. <3 "The Cliffs of Insanity". Good book. Good Movie. Good story plot. Wait! I was talking about Beach Parties in London. Haa....anyway. Yes. Have a man who says "My name is Black, but you may call me mister." Have a woman with a one piece swim suit and purple hair with Botox. Yay!

Anyway,  I should stop wasting your fantastic time.

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy

Jan 24, 2011

Anger Management Issues....

So I got checked out from school today. To be precise, I was in the middle of math when my phone went off. Of course, last semester I was known for my phone ringing a lot too, but thankfully today the sub was out in the hallway and Ryan wasn't as proactive with the teasing today. (Ryan is a kid in my class, not my baby brother.) I open my phone and find that my dad texted me. It said "Hey.. if I pulled you out early today, would that be okay? Ryan is pretty sick. I was thinking at 12." No. It wouldn't be okay. Actually, today was one of those days that I actually WANTED to be in school. I actually WANT to go to Geography. I was almost done with Geometry anyway, but nooooooooooooooooo. I tried reasoning him into pulling Tyler out of class, but he was pretty adamant about pulling me out instead. Tyler's got all this grade crap that worries my dad, so my dad didn't want to pull him out. Pfft. Whatever. Anyway, today after school I was going to see my boyfriend, right? No. Because my dad pulled me out. I wasn't sure whether or not I could call or text my boyfriend either, because he'd have to pay for every text he got, and he has limited minutes, so I was really really worried and I didn't call him. I thought that maybe I could get around that problem by texting Kaylynn but that silly girl wouldn't answer my texts so I was afraid that maybe she didn't get them or didn't get to him in time.

Anyway, I get home with my dad and I pop popcorn because I was really pissed. I didn't care what everyone else thought about me getting into the junk food. If I had to stay home, I'll eat everything. Simple. (I didn't, I'm not that fat.) But anyway, I haven't seen my boyfriend since Friday night when I went out for the movie night with him....and I miss him. I still can't see him like I thought I was, so now I have to wait all day until tomorrow, then all school day tomorrow just to see him. See the title? "Anger Management Issues". This is where, after I popped popcorn, Nacho Libre comes into play. Geez. It's such a stupid movie, yet I finally watched it all the way through because my sick little brother, Ryan, was very insistent. Nacho had some pretty angry moments, and that's how I felt towards my dad for checking me out. Oh well? No. No no no!!! I didn't get to see my friends after school either. Who does he think he is? My Father....oh. Well, Ryan is asleep right now. Shh. So I went outside to walk around to get my angry, jerky wiggles out, and as I'm walking around, my boyfriend calls. (Yay! But sad...cuz he might have to pay for minutes...) I explain to him really quickly what happened...and all he says is "It's fine, see you tomorrow." Makes me feel guilty and sad. All that waiting. ALL THAT WAITING.Whoa......I should look at my grades. I know, that was random. I apologize. I haven't done that since the term started, and I'm scared to see what they are. So I gotta go find out....

Over and Out!

Jan 23, 2011

At a Glance

So when you think about art, do you think about a painting, drawing, or sculpture? What if I told you that when I think about art, I think about nature and life? I think about all four actually. Photography is beautiful, but I can't take pictures of nature as much as I want with such a crappy camera. I draw, paint, or sculpt instead. I bet you're prepared for something amazing! Don't. I'm not good at all, but I thought It'd be cool for my readers to get to know what my art is like, just as my friend Brett lets his readers experience a whole new universe of poetry at The Soul of Winter. That's what I want to do by letting you view my very insignificant creations. Keep in mind, that with a look at someone's art, the need to be complimentary only goes so far. If it truly is amazing, just holler.

So the first four are my oil paintings. :D The last one is just something I put together and drew, along with the next few.

These pictures don't have very much "meanings" behind them, except for the last one. The heart repeatedly being stabbed. Yeah that one. I was sad that day and drew that. Yeah, well...don't dwell too much on that one. That's it for now, I'll put up my playdough creations later. :P

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy

Jan 22, 2011

Fantastic People of the World

A fantastic person is someone who loves you for who you are. Not how you look, or how smart you are. A spectacular person is someone who accepts your crazy ideas for what they are, who won't slam you for just being a little crazy. An awesome person is someone who would look at you and say, "Gee, she's so funny." Because when someone is just like you, complete with the weird thoughts, funny words, and matching personalities, you've found a good friend for the rest of your life. Never let them go after that, because it's that kind of friend that will get you through hard times. If you break away and remove them, then you're more than insane. You can't just give someone up like that, unless you have a black heart. At least hesitate and think about it first.

I think my own friends are the best things that ever happened to me. First of all, because Brett and Kaylynn are so amazingly like me, and they try not to exclude me and they talk to me and we're CRAZY together! That's the best part about friendship. Because when you do something, they'll do it too, unless it's jumping off of a cliff....then you're in for a big heartbreak. Who would want to jump off a cliff anyway? I guess if you're crazy enough to, like me. As long as I'll live, then I'm okay with jumping off a cliff. Of course, it'd give everyone heart attacks, so I'm not sure that's the best idea considering I have parents and people who love me. I'm off track. Fantastic people are your friends, and when you break away from a friend, try to keep them close and not shut them out completely. They'll always be there, always trying to be friendly, unless you have one of those devil friends that you want to keep away from FOREVER. Jk, that shouldn't have to happen :P

"Me and You is friends.
You smile, I smile...
You hurt, I hurt....
You cry, I cry...
You jump of a bridge,
I'm gonna miss your emails"

That quote is just a little way for me to prove that even though you DO have a best friend, they may not go suicide if you do that. Although I know one friend who will succumb to my homicidal plans....tee hee visit "Homicide is the Answer" if you haven't for that little joke. Blaahahah!

Anyway, I'm feeling crazy and obnoxious, so I'm just gonna leave now, and let you readers be, because it's obvious I'm letting you peak into my insane world again. So, Salem and good day!

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy!

A Movie Critique?

Clash of the Titans. Good movie, I'd say. Although I've seen it quite a few times, I don't think it'd ever get completely old until a better, more awesome, Greek movie comes out. I just really like the Greek Mythology touch to everything. I like Greek Mythology in general. I mean, I know that the Greek gods aren't real and all, and that they were just a way to comfort war hungry people back then, but think about it: all the stories and things that evolved from that time period are what make up a little bit of our society today. Believe it or not, Greek architecture is what sky rocketed awesome looking buildings today. I think. That's just what I've learned. But anyway, I was talking about a movie, right?

So, don't read this if you haven't seen the movie: I liked it because they didn't turn it into a long, gushy romance. There wasn't one kiss in all of it, and that made me so so so happy! If you wanted to watch a romantic movie, get a chick flick or something, but don't ruin a perfectly good action movie for something like that. That's how I think about it. And of course, they changed things up with the story lines, compared to the original myths you hear all the time, but I still think it was really good. They might have had to change things up just so that the story could blend together well. I like the name Percy. I can't spell Percius....Perceus....Perceous....IDK!!! GAH!!!

But anyway, I got to see that last night with my boyfriend, which makes me  very happy because we got a couch all to ourselves. Yay! But anyway, those kind of things make me happy, although I don't know what positive thing DOESN'T make me happy....oh well.

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy

Jan 21, 2011

Judgments, Stereotypes, and Prejudice

So when you sit in class, learning about history, and thinking back on great events that not only happened in America, but all over the world, you think that most of it is caused by war. The hunger for war that resides in the human being. Not only does war contribute, but in my opinion, social statuses, judgments, prejudice, and stereotypes affect everyday life also.

For example: You walk into a grocery store and see an obese woman shopping in pajamas. What would you automatically think? "Oh, she eats too much McDonalds, stay at home mom, poor, the usual." Yeah, that's what you'd think immediately, don't lie to yourself. Now take a very nerdy looking kid with big glasses, braces, and a pocket protector. "Classical Nerd" is what you'd think. Well what if I tell you that this woman, after getting to know her, is a professional photographer for nature. She has work hours that go way too long for her to count, and so when she can be on her own, she prefers to be comfortable. Would you wear pajamas in public if you were given the chance? Now this nerd you saw walk by, what if I told you he was on a baseball team, with a few B's and a heredity disorder? Would you stop and consider it now?

Appearance isn't everything. Behavior counts. Personality, emotional situations, and manners are the things that really get you inside a person. It's a pet peeve of mine for people to look at me and think, "Oh she looks weird" or "Just a little too hyper for my taste." you never know, I could be jacked up on high exploding sugary candy. (I've been known to do that before.) Like I said before in my teenager post, I wear big shoes, converses, vans, whatever, with skinny jeans, dark eyeliner, and dark hair. Doesn't mean I'm a bad person who swears every sentence and only cares about herself.

What I'm trying to say is, when you have a chance to be in a public place, take a minute and observe your surrounding. I challenge you to look at someone, study their outward behavior and appearance, and say to yourself, "I cannot judge him until I know him." Do not think "Oh dear, emo kid." or "Oh good golly, an annoying cheerleader" because, believe it or not, most cheerleaders are snobby, but there are some really really great people out there that just happen to enjoy wearing or doing something. So make that a goal for 2011. Don't judge.

And don't be prejudice. You've gone too long knowing about our civil rights history for America, but really think about that if you still happen to hold a grudge. Because we're still all one type of people. The Human Being. Ears. Eyes. Brains. Hearts....

Try okay?

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy

Jan 20, 2011


Magic is a widely used term. Sometimes for magicians, sometimes for a beautiful sunset, and maybe other times for a kiss gone right. When I think of the term "Magic" i think of all three. Yesterday, Wednesday, January 19, 2011 at approximately 2:50 pm, right after school, I met up with him, my friends, and that silly boy and girl, Kaylynn and Brett. I said hello. I was in a great mood! Oh and an important thing you should know about my boyfriend is that he is very swell at card tricks. I mean, he's MAGICAL. He does these cool flicks with cards, and awesome guessing at my card and I'm always blown away by how he does it. So, yesterday, Wednesday, January 19, 2011 at approximately 2:50 pm, right after school, he played a card game with me. He held out a cool grey deck and told me to cut it in half.

Okay so I'm really lame at cutting the deck, so he does it for me. He just takes the top half and puts it underneath the bottom half, right? Well he tells me to pick the top card and it comes up as the Three of Hearts. I smile, he tells me to memorize it, then I put it back. When I did, he put the entire deck away. My inner feelings were "What the....?" but he's just grinning and pulled out a second deck, this one is red. So he gives it to me and tells me to look for my card. Right. So I'm sitting there, looking for the Three of Hearts, and it's all the way in the back, so it takes me a while to find it. When I finally heart nearly stopped. It. Was. Magical.

On that card, was a note to me. "Will you go out with me, Mindy?"

So I was the happiest girl in the world. Laaa! I was so amazed at how well that card trick worked. I keep telling him how demented I am at magic tricks, yet how much I really really really like watching him do a magic trick for me. It just blows me away by how awesome it was. However, I still really want to know how he did it. I have a friend who's trying to figure it out, but failing. Blaaa! I'm love him so much!

So once again: Magic.

Jan 17, 2011

A Peep Into My Insane World

What if there is more to this universe than the heavens let on? What would happen with choices you have made in the past? You are walking, and there is a fork in the road. You have a choice to make, go right, or go left? You choose right, but what happens to that open left road? What if there was another universe that acts the way our universe does, except it takes the results of the choices we make, and make it into it's own life. An opposite of you, but not really. Think about Deja Vu. When you swore you had done something before, what if it was the separate universes touching, just for a split second. Like the choices you made before it were close to the opposite choice in the alter universe. 

On that note, let's move deeper into the beginning. God had to have used something to create with. There are hypothetically two things that God hasn't created. Matter and Intelligence. God walked a very fine line with the Matter and Intelligence all around him. One false move will throw balance into chaos and God would never have created. But since God is God, he succeeded in bending the Intelligence and Matter to his will. On that note, what if the Matter and Intelligence don’t like to obey? They begin to obey constantly already.

So when we look at a table, which stands straight and tall, would you say that has intelligence? God must have forged matter and intelligence together to create one thing. Maybe. When Christ was suffering, all the intelligence and matter of the universe felt mercy for him, and gave him great power and made him become a God. Say! What if we ALL could be Gods?

Wow okay I’m done. I don’t really believe in all of this, I just got inspired by my uncle who’s thought about all this weird philosophy crap. Honestly? I don’t know what I believe, but I come from a Christian family. Haa….Christen in German is Christian…..

Anyway, yeah, Don’t believe what I just typed. I just had to get it out on blog. :P

Over and Out!

Jan 16, 2011

Saturday Night Romances

Now, don't be deceived by the title. It wasn't a romance, but I just liked the title. Can you believe it when I say a futuristic themed dance is all that's needed to provoke a liking for a guy? Oh dear. I feel like I'm floating on a cloud, because I really really like him. I especially liked the slow dances (;

Most importantly though, is the plot of which led to my liking for him. It started a week before the dance, I believe, when Kaylynn desperately wanted me to like him. Then, I was sketchy because it wasn't like her to beg me to like someone, although at the same time, it sounds like Kaylynn. Anyhoo, I got thinking, because everyone knows my obsession with Jared Leto. Obsessions die quickly...Let's just say, he's still a really really hot guy, but I'm not drooling every time I see a picture of him. Only because my love came into the picture. Haa...well, Love. Hmm, I guess I can call him that. Yes, my love. How pretty. Anyway, I would talk to him a lot on facebook since he isn't in my grade. (I'm almost there.) Then I went to a school play for Brett, and found him there. Yay! We sat together, and that's when I knew I liked him.

Kaylynn was happy about it, when I told her, and that led to her dragging me to the Stake dance last night, with him and two other party-poopers. They began to "Set me up" with him, and we found that we liked each other because of them. However, Kara and Madison ditched in the middle of the dance. I won't forgive them for that. But anyway, he, me, and Kaylynn stayed until the end of the dance, and him and I danced together on the slow songs. It was so so so sweet. I think I'm in love. Laa!

That's all I really want to tell the internet world, because I'm too respectful to give away his name unless he really wants me too. So he'll forever be a secret to you. Brett and Kaylynn are my friends, they don't count.

With love,

Jan 13, 2011

Homicide is the Answer

So Kaylynn posted a blog entry about this, but I am the one she got the idea from. You want the whole story? Yes, you do.

Once upon a time, in a geography class, not so far away, there sat four girls in a square next to each other. While the teacher was talking, they talked quietly amongst themselves. Something the teacher said, about oil slowly declining, set off the one called Breanne. She got sad and said she was going to kill herself before any oil things happened. So she told the girl named Kasey to kill her. Kasey said she doesn't kill, and that she is a good little mormon girl. The girl in front of Breanne, named Mindy, said "Oh Breanne! I am a very violent person, I will kill you!"
"Yay!" Breanne had cheered, "But I have to go to Disneyland first before I die.
The girl named Kirsten spoke up next. "We can go tomorrow! We will take plane tickets to Saudi Arabia, let Mindy marry that weird Frankincense man who sings to trees, then we can round over to California and ride a roller coast."
"Yes!" Mindy cheered, "Then I will saw off Breanne's buckles and let her fall to her doom when we loop upside down."
"But wait." Kasey spoke up, "Wouldn't it be easier to just kill yourself?" She asked Breanne.
Breanne began to shake her head, but Mindy spoke up again. "Wait! Everyone knows you won't go to heaven if you kill yourself. Suicide will make you go to hell, that is why homicide is always the answer!!!"
"Yes! Homicide!" Breanne cheered.
"It is settled then, I will become Muslim after I marry the Indian man, and then become a terrorist who will, after sawing off Breanne's buckle with a butcher knife, blow up the roller coaster and get shot by an angry obese man. There goes Mickey!"
"YAY!" All four cheered.


The end.
Over and Out!
<3 Mindy

Jan 12, 2011


So you know those little games you played when you were in sixth or seventh grade? ZAP!!! What you do is you write zap on the back of someone's hand and then an "Expiration date". You write on the palm of their hand a dare that you know they would NEVER do. They aren't allowed to look at their hand read the dare until the expiration date, otherwise they'll have to actually do it. I suggest not making dates a week after you zap them, it's just horrible and it will rub off. No, just do it til the end of the school day or something.

Well anyway, my bestest best friend of all friends, Kaylynn, and I and Jessica, my other bestest best friend of all friends, were playing it, so we all zapped each other, and I had to wait mine out until 1:32:15 AM that morning. It was pretty insane. I didn't look once though, and so I looked at my hand this morning, and I found out it rubbed off with my lotion and when I was sleeping, so...I didn't know what it said until I got to school. Kaylynn finally told me that I had to kiss this eighth grader....uhhhh NO. Thankfully I didn't have to. YAY!!! But It was my crazy Idea to try and zap my bestest best friend of all guyfriends, Brett. Well, he refused to. Absolutely refused to. I guess it makes sense when you see him approach and you suddenly say "GIVE ME YOUR HAND." It sounds pretty suspicious. He was very reluctant and hesitant, but once he found out what I was doing, he refused. You don't refuse such things like that!!! I tried to write "Kiss Jessica in a week" but NO. He only got "Kiss" before he yanked it away. He wasn't suppose to look. I called him a Pantywaist.

pant·y·waist  (pnt-wst)
1. A child's undergarment consisting of a shirt and pants buttoned together at the waist.
2. Slang A boy or man who is considered weak or effeminate.
Teehee. I like slang words in the English language. Yo being my most commonly used. :P Well, after science, and after thinking over my grudge against Brett's horrible disgust towards ZAPS, I finally forgave him halfway through eating lunch. Yeah, lunches aren't very healthy these days. Mozz Sticks and Marinara Sauce with chocolate pudding. (I got veggies though, be proud.) So as Kaylynn, me, and Brett begin to exit the lunchroom, I decided to try and tell Kaylynn about my dream, but it was hopeless because she was talking to Eithan. Well anyway, I was trying to talk to her when Brett surprised me by jumpstarting me! (in case you don't know what that is, it's when a person pokes both sides of your waist/stomach) I got should I put this...freaked out that somewhere in my bodily spazz, I found myself sliding on the lunchroom floor with my knees. Brett claimed it was cool, but it hurt. I hit him. But he hugged me, so it was resolved, and then I showed him the mighty book of comics. He and I would just doodle and draw comics,so I put it in a binder that we can cherish and love. :P 

I had a great lunch, because I love A-days......ah, until I have to walk home with friends. They leave immediately, but I want to stay and just chat with friends and stuff, not leave immediately. Blech. Oh well, I probably might not walk with them that often anymore. I just don't like to. The good part is, it gets me home faster, but I don't really care about that....hmmm....I'm bringing a camera to school sometime.

Anyway, wonder who Kaylynn and Brett are? Visit their own blogs to get a feel for them!!!

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy


Okay, so you know I talked about foods class in some other post? Well...maybe I didn't, but I am now. I took a Foods class for the first semester, and I passed!!! I got a percentage higher than 80 (84%) and I got a brand spanking new apron that says Caveman Cuisine. Haha! I'm successful! That was all I cared about this whole semester, that way I could have an apron that I can cook with at home. Jk, I liked the class, despite learning about carbohydrates, proteins, and vitamins. Although I liked learning about what mineral you should take so you don't DIE!!!

We got to cook a ton of yummy things though, like spaghetti and cinnamon rolls, pizza and Ham Fried Rice, and chicken stir fry. It's so good.

I'm too lazy to type more, so I'll just go now.

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy

Jan 9, 2011

Technology Filled Weekend

Great plots and story lines are forming in my head, all thanks to Eve Online. My uncle showed it to me this weekend while he was here babysitting. My parents went to Vegas, so they stopped by and stayed with us for Saturday and today. We learned Poker, Egyptian Rat Screw, and Halo Reach. Haa. The boys had fun beating up my uncle with their nerf swords, and I cooked all the meals this weekend....bwahahah which means NO DISHESSSS!!!! for me at least. BWAHAHAH. I loathe dishes.

So anyway, I still haven't started on my first plot line short story, and I'm sort of bummed out because I don't know how to do a really cool suppliant-persecutor thing. I looked up the words, but I still don't know what I'm suppose to do with a humble prayer and a taunter. Help maybe? To whoever might be reading? I don't care though, no one reads this, and this is just a way to get my life into words. It's like a journal. I can't stand to write in a regular journal every night before I go to bed, so I do it on the computer, on a blog, or to my cousin. My cousin's really awesome! She's so pretty and I won't tell you her name because I don't want to like...give away her identity without her knowing first. My brothers don't care, so it was all good with that big long post.

I've been thinking. Our world is so full of technology. Just like I mentioned up there, our lives are being put onto the computer. I was watching True Life with my Aunt yesterday, and these people had so many problems with their facebook or laptops or phones. They couldn't stop texting. I figured that people should learn to disconnect from the world and learn to live peacefully like real humans should. That's why we're getting so fat, not just because of the fast food. In fact, everyone's bringing out more healthy foods on the Food network and things like that, but it's being on our lazy butts all day that gets us fat. I agree, I have a slight problem with that too. BUT I'm going outside to play in the snow soon after I get my thoughts down on paper--i mean computer. Shoot. That's what I mean.

Oh well, I don't play games on the computer. I read things, type, and write. A little bit of Facebook here and there, but that's pretty much it. OH. I almost forgot! I do listen to MUSIC because I have RMS but yeah, you can't expect anything less from me.

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy

Jan 7, 2011

Staying Home From School

The day has been long and wasted away. Honestly, I feel like a sack of jell-o. Except for the part when I cooked....Oh ha. I should start from the beginning.

So my parents drove off to Las Vegas, leaving us in the dust with me babysitting all day until my aunt and uncle come by to spend the weekend with us. So I got to stay home because my little brother goes to Kindergarten at twelve thirty, and my parents are leaving before eleven. I was suppose to take him to school, but he didn't want to go, so I just kept him home with me and made cookies. It turned out great, because I made a doubled batch of chocolate chip-walnut cookies for my other three brothers. So afterwords, I just sat down on the computer and watched Fred, Charlie the Unicorn, and Julian Smith. Hmmm...remember how I said that I worshiped youtube? Yeah....

When my brothers came home, I got right down to the chores, telling them that they couldn't have cookies until they got all their chores down. It's working for the most part (They're cleaning right now) and besides, I figured that since I'm cooking all the dinners, breakfasts, lunches, and made them cookies, they can do the cleaning and I can clean my room in case people come to look through the house. My house is for sell, but it's been like that for the past six years, so it's not really thrilling each time someone comes to check out our house. It sounds like a date. Check out. Checking out. "Hey there, come CHECK OUT my house, it's pretty sexy."

Of topic. Anyway, my aunt and uncle will be out sort of late though, Brittina won't come until eight, so I have to babysit pretty much all day long. I'm planning on making them some Chicken Alfredo, since they liked that the last time I made it for them. They'll be happy boys. It's really good too, I learned it from cooking class. I am wearing a new black shirt today, and I'm psyched because I never got one thing on my shirt while baking today. You want to know how? I used an apron. Oh yeah, you're so jealous.

Well, I guess I can say I'm still in it, but the semester change is next week, so I WAS in foods class. Anyway, we cooked a lot in foods and learned a lot, and it's made me a lot more enthusiastic about cooking. I'm also excited because if I get a good grade on my test, I'll get my own apron that is like expensive and stuff, and it has the school logo on it. I'm so happy! Because I was using my mom's apron today, and I don't like the colors. But this apron will be black and red, and I'm just very very very excited. So what about you? Do you guys like aprons? I'm sure you do. :D Because that way you can look professional and a like a chef at the same time. You can flip pizza dough for people. BWAHAHAH.

My rant for today is done.

Over and Out!
<3 Mindy

Jan 6, 2011

The Most Heinous Chore in the World

You pick up the almighty rag, the scrubber, and the soap. Gee, this should be easy, you think to yourself. However, as you near the sink and peer inside, you experience clammy palms, a sinking heart, and a nerve attack. Right in front of you is dish upon dirty dish, all encrusted with hardened food and a dirty sink. It's a good thing we have a dishwasher!!! You jump to conclusions too quickly, though. Your mother just announces that the dishwasher is pretty much broken, and you get to wash the dishes by hand. 

That is how I feel every time I am assigned to do the dishes. Thankfully I have four other brothers whom do them in a specific order, but my turns come way too quickly. Whenever I gaze upon the sink full of dishes, the scattered glasses, the cluttered appliances, the dirty counters, the littered floor, the dusty blinds, the finger-printed refrigerator, I experience a wave of deep anxiety. Oh how I hate the dishes. I hate it with a passion. I abhor it. It is horrendous, it should be illegal. Against the law to make your children wash dishes by hand. I want robots that will do my bidding whenever I command of them, and I want to have the power to blast those dishes to bits.

Ha. No, I'm kidding. I actually have a set wishlist/plan that I would have liked my family to do, but those boys are so ignorant and lazy, they won't do it. Trust me. They won't. I continue to tell them to rinse out their cereal bowls, because everybody knows that if you leave cereal and milk mixed together without being rinsed out in the bowl, it hardens and sticks like a mother hanging off a cliff. Well anyway, if my family would just rinse off the dishes they had used, stack them neatly, and then let the person who has dishes do the rest. OH Better yet, just wash, rinse, and dry their dishes they just used and put it away. It'll make it easy, and no one will have to fret over doing dishes. Simple. Pragmatic? No. However, they'll just throw the dishes into the sink with sauce or sticky substances all over it, not thinking twice to rinse it off. Leaving the person who needs to labor over the dishes should be respected that night, and not have to scrape and scrub and sweat at trying to remove that little mother--I mean cereal piece. Who here agrees with me? Say I!

BUT because the nature of dishes is so gross, so depressing and horrendous, I retch at the sight of them each turn. I have to groan, I have to WORK. I have to dry, I have to wash, I have to rinse, I have to put them away, I have to clean the counters, I have to sweep the floor, I have to get my fingers all pruney just so people can eat off of the dishes. You know what people in Africa do to eat their food? Yeah, they use two fingers and eat it from the table. Yay! We should all just do that.

Wow. Imagine doing those. I think I had a heart attack when I saw that....that poor poor man.... Let us all have ten seconds of mourning for this man's laborious task.


Over and Out,

The Dark Side, Teenagers, and Super Tight Skinny Jeans

So Teenagers. They all go through this "I'm too cool for you" phase. If you think about it, it usually involves violence, rebellion, and going gothic/emo. They think that parents are lame, and that they can't accept anyone that isn't in their little posse. They shut themselves away from the world "because they can" and they never eat breakfast because it's uncool to eat breakfast. Of course, when you look at the whole picture, they're just changing and feeling awkward with that change.

Other Teenagers go through it too, but the goody-goody, religious teenagers avoid dark eyeliner, follow the rules, and say they're going through "depression" to make it sound really cool to their friends. They want to be like everyone else. When really, they're awkwardly shaped, having trouble with looking cool, and have great friends that tell them they're beautiful.

Because I'm feeling irritable right now, I will grudgingly list things I hate about teenagers. It may sound hypocritical at times, especially if you don't know me, so I'll highlight the ones that I am like, that way you get a feel for who I really am.

  1. They think they're too cool
  2. They have a posse you can't join unless you look just like them
  3. A "bad boy" reputation is important to them
  4. They wear REALLY super tight skinny jeans
  5. They are very loud class clowns
  6. They are overly-perverted
  7. They have a million bajillion friends, then say they barely have any
  8. They never eat breakfast to look cool
  9. They gossip about other people
  10. They are self conscious about themselves BECAUSE of the gossip
  11. They cluster in the middle of the freaking hall
  12. They want to look cool by SCREECHING in the halls *Bangs head angrily*
  13. Coming to school in Pj's are awesome to them
  14. They don't go into the lunchroom because it's LAME
  15. They don't like being called beautiful, but tell everyone else they're beautiful
  16. They say something they don't really mean
  17. They have more important friends to talk to other than you
  18. You can never find them because they hide from you
  19. They eat junk from the vendings, then say they are fat
  20. They always slam themselves about something
  21. They always judge before they meet
  22. They complain about reading
  23. They complain about school
  24. They make a big deal about smells in the hall
  25. They talk back to the teachers
Twenty Five things I hate about teenagers,  four are highlighted because that is me. I have the biggest pet peeves when it comes to numbers 7, 16, 21, and 25. Stupids. But, that's life and you can't change it. You'll always have to work your way up to the top, or stay put at a nice place with good friends. Oh well. Anyway, the real reason I brought this up, is because I wanted to express to you how I feel about how people look at teenagers, and judge them.

  1. Hormones. That is the biggest, most annoying assumption adults or others give teenagers, and it bugs me. So I don't want to smile today. Parents blame my moody teenage hormones. Whatever 'rents. 
  2. They always think we're stupid and don't know what we're talking about. Yeah, thanks for the encouragement adults.
  3. Laziness is expected, and laziness is what they get when they expect it. "Don't be lazy about this" Well, now they'll be lazy. Duh.
  4. "You should eat three meals each day" Yeah, well, we're not hungry all the time, every time, so lay off.
  5. Everybody is doing the eyeliner, hot clothes, skinny jeans, big shoes, etc. Parents say "No." Why do you think they say no? Because either a) they're lost in the past and find the style unattractive or b) they want to "protect" you. Wow. Okay, no. You can't protect us by taking away our rights to be what we want to be. 
  6. Eyeliner is one of my biggest pet peeves. Makeup. They don't want you to wear dark eyeliner that's thick. Why? ..... I don't know why. To protect you? Pfft. Nice excuse. Just let us do it. 
 So you understand why I feel how I feel? Yeah, we're seen as little devils, annoying teenagers that will eat you out of house and home. Alright, that boosts our self confidence. I'll just go mope now. That sort of thing will be an adult's guide to failure, so let us be who we want to be. Contain us only so we won't get in big trouble, and that is fine.


Jan 5, 2011

The Absurdities of Obsessions

So I figured I'd just tell you readers something very very important about myself. You must know that I am obsessed with music. I have officially made my obsession "Repulsive Music Spasticism" or "RMS". Let's just say, I worship youtube. Worship Worship Worship. Like the Ewok worshiping. Yeah. It's that bad. Now, let me tell you WHY I'm RMS. 

Once upon a time, I discovered 30 Seconds to Mars on my parents' iTunes account. I listened, I liked. End of story. My very first song I heard was "From Yesterday". Well I got curious and went onto youtube (A mere tyke for me then). When I watched the music video, I didn't understand anything. I got the lyrics. I still didn't comprehend, but I sure as heck liked that music. I sure as heck liked that singer. I researched the band. Found out his name is Jared Leto. I went back to the music video and watched it again. I got lost in his eyes. I mean it. His eyes. He has such dazzling, sparkling blue eyes. They are so blue.... (Sorry! I'm ADD)

So I suddenly had this huge celebrity crush on him. I found more songs. I listened. I listened. I LISTENED!!! I got more songs. I got more songs. I GOT MORE SONGS!!! Soon, I was hyperly jumping in my seat, freaking out because I was in love with Jared and his band's song. (I learned he had a brother named Shannon. A girl's name?)

Okay, now is that hot, or is that SEXY?!?! Of course he is. He's so so so so so so dreamy. I'm in love. I'm twitterpated. I'm everything that has to do with blind love. He is an actor. A singer. His voice is so smooth and manly. HE is so smooth and manly. I only wish I could meet him and get to know his personality.

Whoa wait a minute. I'm off topic. That's quite expected when it comes to me. Forgive me. Anyhoo, after 30stm, I developed a freaking amazing love for TDG (Three Days Grace), and then later, after my crazy bestie guyfriend got me started on it, Breaking Benjamin. (He was pretty ecstatic when he heard this.) So now, they are officially my top favorite bands, and oh. my. gosh. I can't stop listening to their music over and over again. Shall I describe my freak obsessions over specific songs? I shall.

  • Time of Dying by TDG
  • Unknown Soldier by Breaking Benjamin
  • Hurricane by 30stm
  • Closer to the Edge by 30stm
  • Never Too Late by TDG
  • On My Own by TDG
  • Break by TDG
  • Get Out Alive by TDG
  • Until the End by Breaking Benjamin
  • Kings and Queens by 30stm

So. You can imagine that those ten songs are being replayed over and over and over and over. I won't be surprised when my mother comes in and tells me to listen to something different. So yes. I just had to get this RMS off my chest. Freak obsession. Spastic music repulsion. :P RMS. Remember that for later posts. Because, I'm sure I'll definitely talk about it. Trust me.

Over and out!
<3 Mindy!

A Ticket, A Planeride, A Vacation

So I'm really excited.Why you ask? Well, I babysit these two amazing children for this amazingly awesome family. They pay well, I won't tell you how much, because I'm respectful like that, but they just do. Kk?! Well anyway, these people are freaking amazing, because they have a yearly trip to Hawaii I believe it is. They went all decked out this Christmas, like a new X-Box Kinect, a hot new car, an iPad, a new gun, an expensive golf set, I mean, they had it all. On top of that, Hawaii in February. Ohhhh you've been waiting long enough.

They might bring me along. *Silent shriek in head* So I can babysit, but I mean, Hawaii. Come on baby!!! Of course I'll accept. It's not written officially, so I may or may not go, depending on some key things, but if I do, I'm hitting the road. Say Salem to my family, HAHA! I'm off. It'd be great, because I've never been to Hawaii before. I want to go to their beaches, their warm warm warm warm climate, not this cold, yucky, gross snow here in Utah. Blech. I can't wait already. Why am I telling you this? Well! I have no real reason too. Gutenacht!


The Universe is an Oddity

So. I'm Mindy, I figured I'd just blog. Because, blogging is fun when you have friends who do it too. HAPPY 2011!!! This classroom is very loud. I'm in computer tech. Yes, I am young. Have you ever tried to think about how big the Universe is? ITS IMPOSSIBLE!!! The physical thinking of how far the universe stretches LITERALLY HURTS. Just like thinking about when you die. What if it's just BLACK?!??! Hurtful. SO! New Years resolutions? Yeah. Me and my Friend Kaylynn from "Twaha!" (Its a blog, of course,) Have decided to write a bajillion short stories following a 36 plot line structure. I'll copy and paste for you!!!

  1. Supplication - Persecutor, Suppliant, a Power in Authority
  2. Deliverance - Unfortunates, Threatener, Rescuer
  3. Revenge - Avenger, Criminal
  4. Vengeance by Family upon Family - Avenging Kinsman, Guilty Kinsman, Relative
  5. Pursuit - Fugitive from Punishment, Pursuer
  6. Victim of Cruelty or Misfortune - Unfortunates, Master or Unlucky Person
  7. Disaster - Vanquished Power, Victorious Power or Messenger
  8. Revolt - Tyrant, Conspirator(s)
  9. Daring Enterprise - Bold Leader, Goal, Adversary
  10. Abduction - Abductor, Abducted, Guardian
  11. Enigma - Interrogator, Seeker, Problem
  12. Obtaining - Two or more Opposing Parties, Object, maybe an Arbitrator
  13. Familial Hatred - Two Family Members who hate each other
  14. Familial Rivalry - Preferred Kinsman, Rejected Kinsman, Object
  15. Murderous Adultery - Two Adulterers, the Betrayed
  16. Madness - Madman, Victim
  17. Fatal Imprudence - Imprudent person, Victim or lost object
  18. Involuntary Crimes of Love - Lover, Beloved, Revealer
  19. Kinsman Kills Unrecognised Kinsman - Killer, Unrecognised Victim, Revealer
  20. Self Sacrifice for an Ideal - Hero, Ideal, Person or Thing Sacrificed
  21. Self Sacrifice for Kindred - Hero, Kinsman, Person or Thing Sacrificed
  22. All Sacrificed for Passion - Lover, Object of Passion, Person or Thing Sacrificed
  23. Sacrifice of Loved Ones - Hero, Beloved Victim, Need for Sacrifice
  24. Rivalry Between Superior and Inferior - Superior, Inferior, Object
  25. Adultery - Deceived Spouse, Two Adulterers
  26. Crimes of Love - Lover, Beloved, theme of Dissolution
  27. Discovery of Dishonor of a Loved One - Discoverer, Guilty One
  28. Obstacles to Love - Two Lovers, Obstacle
  29. An Enemy Loved - Beloved Enemy, Lover, Hater
  30. Ambition - An Ambitious Person, Coveted Thing, Adversary
  31. Conflict with a God - Mortal, Immortal
  32. Mistaken Jealousy - Jealous One, Object of Jealousy, Supposed Accomplice, Author of Mistake
  33. Faulty Judgment - Mistaken One, Victim of Mistake, Author of Mistake, Guilty Person
  34. Remorse - Culprit, Victim, Interrogator
  35. Recovery of a Lost One - Seeker, One Found
  36. Loss of Loved Ones - Kinsman Slain, Kinsman Witness, Executioner
WHOOO!! We're doing it. We're doing it all. We will do it throughout the year, and succeed.