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Glogster

We are doing a unit on drugs in my health class and each student was required to make a virtual "poster" about the drug of their choice on glogster. This is my masterpiece, and isn't it wonderful, if I do say so myself.

Who Woulda Thunk It?

You'll never guess what I did today...
I made bread.
Who woulda thunk it?
You see, we made bread in Young Women's last Wednesday, and it was pretty much the best ever. So I got the recipe from my young women's leader and I made it at home on Monday night. But, it turns out, the first time most definitely isn't the charm. I mean, the bread was delicious and all, but I was just too inexperienced. What I mean is, the loaf was really lumpy. It looked like it had horns and little stubby feet. When I tried again today, the loaf came out beautiful and perfect. However, now I'm starting to think that I liked the lumpy loaf better...
Either way, I pretty much am in love with bread-making. I would seriously do it every day.
The bread recipe I have is more of a snacking bread, or like a bread to go with soup. But I think it would be super cool if I could get a really good recipe for sandwich bread and then we wouldn't have to buy bread anymore; I could just make the bread we use for lunches and toast and stuff.
Anyhoo, I think I've pretty much exhausted this topic.

CLEANING

More proof that music can get you through anything.

New Obsessions

It all started with the Beatles. I read the entire wikipedia article on them, and also the articles about Paul and Ringo, although I haven't gotten around to John and George yet. I thought it was all really interesting.
Then I decided that I may as well look up all my favorite bands, because part of being a hard-core fan is knowing all there is to know, right? Liking a band is one thing, but knowing a band is a completely different thing. So, I wiki-ed all my favorites, adn some of my close seconds.
Then one day I was at the library and I happened upon some books about the origins and development, if you will, of certain genres and I was really intrigued. I had a vague idea of how some genres got their start, but I hungered for more. So I checked out a couple of books about genres and influential artists and stuff.
And it was really cool. I sort of became obsessed. I went on Pandora and listened to songs from all of the artists mentioned in the books and stuff. I wanted to pick it apart piece by piece and figure out how it all worked, you know? I'm especially intrigued by why people like certain styles of music better than others. Why do I like hard rock but not metal? Why does someone else like trance and hate reggae? I wish there was an exact science behind it. Something like, if you have brown hair and blue eyes then you like techno. If you are tall and have skinny chicken legs, then you have to like R&B. Then I could just take one look at a person and figure out what kind of music they like. Unfortunately for me, it doesn't work that way, but I still want to delve deeper into the science of music and personalities and stuff. It's incredibly interesting.
But anyways, back to researching groups. I read in one of my books that "The Rolling Stones reintroduced U.s. musicians to the blues roots of rock, and paved the way for the hard rock and heavy metal sounds of the late 1960's through to the 1980's." Another thing I thought was interesting was "The Stones were seen as the rebellious alternative to the squeaky-clean Beatles." This made me want to learn more about the so-called "Stones." I have some of them on my iPod that I've just never bothered really listening to, so I picked out a couple of the hits mentioned in the book ("Jumpin' Jack Flash" and "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction") and I have to admit, they're okay. Although, I still prefer the Beatles, just for the record.
So, if you haven't noticed already, this thing has become a major obsession for me. I just find it all extremely interesting. It's so exciting to have a new hobby.
Also, I'm sorry if you're all drooling all over the keyboard and half-asleep by now. I don't mean to bore people half to death, I just get carried away and over-explain things. Pretty much the same way I'm over-explaining this.

My Favorite Thing Ever

THE BEATLES ROCKBAND

I got this for my birthday, and I'm already good enough on the drums to play on EXPERT. Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.

On the other hand, Christian hates it. He doesn't like the fact that I have a game I like and I want to play it whenever I can. I'm cutting into his valuable Playstation time. Poor dear...

My Weekly Update

This is what I look like this week. I've been so stressed out.

Monday we had no school, so I wasn't that stressed that day.

Tuesday I went to an after school tutoring session because I got a "D" on my last math test (oh, no!) I'm not stupid, though. Right now I just have a very bruised ego.

Wednesday I took the make-up test to (hopefully) get a better grade so I won't have an "F" in my Honors Algebra class... that doesn't look good on my records...

Thursday was the craziest day of this week. I had a test in my science class, then after school I went to a National Junior Honor Society meeting. We elected officers. My bud Elen was elected president. Cool, huh? I helped her write her speech. Anyways, after school we had to drive super fast to get to the spelling bee. I don't really want to talk about the Bee... my ego is damaged enough as it is, if you catch my drift...

Friday: I just tried to make it through the day. I honestly don't even remember what we did in school today...

That was my wonderfully relaxing week. (Actually, now that I look at it, it's not really that impressive...)

The Best Ever...

My FAVORITE gum... so good.

My favorite flavor of Orbit mist.

Next time you want some gum, you should go for a pack 'o' this stuff. You won't regret the extra 15 cents, I promise.

The Evolution of a Nickname

I don't know if I can explain how strangely nicknames evolve, so I'll just have to provide an example. This is the evoluton of my baby sister, Sophie's, nickname.



Sophie-

Phophie- (sydnee coined this one)

Pophie Trophie Ninja-

P.T. Ninja-

Edgar (don't ask)-

Ickle Edgarkins-

Gerkie-

Gerkie-my-workykins-

Gerkin-

Dill-

Dilly-my-willykins-

Willy



We still mainly call her Gerkie and pretty much anything with "Ickle" in front of it... although Sydnee's been known to use any one of theses names when referring to the baby. Poor Sophie's going to have no idea what her real name is...



I also sometimes call her my "cutie puh-tootey with a little fruity booty)



Evolution of Sydnee's Nickname

although it's not as impressive as Sophie's...



Sydnee-

Bean-

Beanie-

Ickle Beanykins-

Beanykins-

Beany-my-weanykins

That's pretty much it.

Sydnee's Awesome

The other day when I came home from school, Sydnee was wearing a pair of fuzzy pink slippers she found somewhere...

Me: Nice slippers, Beanie.

Beanie: (Hops up and down) I hoppin.

Me: (nodding appreciatively) Yeah, those sure are some awesome shoes.

Beanie: It's like a baby dragon.

Me: laughing hysterically

Alyssa's Spiel on People Who Drive Cars

I'm sure everyone has a little tidbit to add to this one. I'm going to relate the most recent experience I've had in the passenger's seat.

The passenger's seat is a good place to be if you like to notice what people not only think they can, but actually can get away with when they are driving. The passenger's seat is good for that reason because the passenger doesn't have to concentrate on the road. The passenger can memorize the exact look the opposing driver has on their face when you unintentionally make them really mad.

I don't see why people think they can treat other people like crap just because they are driving in a car. FYI, people: When you are in a car, everyone around you is ALSO in a car! I'd like to give a brief example of a situation I've witnessed recently where drivers have been reluctant to this important (yet completely obvious) piece of information.

So here it is:
Susie was driving me home from school and we came to a 4-way stop. Yes, the classic 4-way stop. Always really entertaining. Now, I've never taken driver's ed, obviously, but I think I've heard my mom saying something once or twice about how the person going straight has the right-away, and if 2 people are going straight you alternate. If I could pick up that bit of info just by sitting in the passenger's seat, then wouldn't you expect someone who actually has their driver's license to know that? Unfortunately, most people here apparently didn't take any driving classes or something. So, anyways, we come to a 4-way stop and it's Susie's turn to go, so she pulls forward and then -SHOOM- Miss I-don't-care-if-you-have-the-right-away accelerates into the lane and Susie has to slam on her brakes. And, naturally, just to rub in the fact that she's stupid and just almost caused a car accident, Miss -whatever-I-called-her-before flips Susie off on her way past. How utterly charming... It didn't help that the girl in the passenger seat was my friend Nicole.
I am going to compare this example to bumping someone's cart at the grocery store. I know it's not the same thing, but do you think Miss disregard-the-law would have flipped Susie off if Susie had bumped her cart? NO, she wouldn't have, because she didn't have a sheet of glass (a.k.a. windshield) directly in front of her, protecting her from the face of shame. Seriously, I think having a windshield in front of them makes people feel like they can just be ignorant jerks and get away with it. And, unfortunately, they CAN get away with it.
I'm rambling. My point is, IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW THE RULES FOR A 4-WAY STOP, CHECK SOMEWHERE INSTEAD OF FLIPPING OFF SOME RANDOM PERSON WHO DOESN'T DESERVE IT. Okay? Seriously, people, just think for a second. Giving someone the finger shouldn't be your natural instinct. Check your facts first.

*No driver's were harmed in the writing of this post, although I hope no good driver's felt like they were being wrongfully accused or something. That was not my intention.

This has been Alyssa. Thank you and good day.

HELP ME!!!

So far, every person I've talked to about this has assured me that I can indeed pass a high school math course in the 8th grade. Let me now provide the final piece of evidence which proves that I definitely CAN NOT pass honors algebra.

My math teacher only grades tests and quizzes. Right now my grade in her class is a C. Do the math.
That's right, I got a C on the first test of the year. Content: Matrices, Adding Fractions, Probability, Stem and Leaf Plots, and Box and Whisker Plots. Besides Matrices (which are so easy it's almost criminal) this is all stuff I learned in the 6th grade.
So why did I get a C???
Good question. I think the right answer is probably that I'm out of my mind.
The other bad news is that these are the easiest subjects we're going to be covering all year.
How am I going to do this???
I don't know what to study. I don't even know HOW to study. I've never had to study before in my life, and I guess now is a pretty good time to learn.
Needless to say, I'm frustrated. I'm so frustrated that my eyes are starting to water.

You know what else? All I ever do on here is complain. I'm really, really, really sorry that I put you guys through all this crap.
But you know what sucks even more?
I'm wearing a shirt that smells like baby puke, but I don't care enough to change it.

GOSH

I have issues with answering my phone, in case you hadn't noticed.
Elen is doing her best to correct those issues.
It's not working.

So far this weekend, she's called me 34 times, left me 14 messages, and I didn't pick up once. I'm total baggage as a friend. Sorry, Elen. I would say that I'll try to do better, but I'd rather accidentally leave my phone on vibrate over the weekend than accidentally leave my phone on loud during class and get it confiscated. Plus, it would be super embarrassing because I have THE dorkiest ring tone ever. One time my phone went off during science, and luckily the teacher was nice and didn't take it, but after that everyone was like "Cool ring tone, Alyssa. (snicker, snicker)." Those poo-heads. Who gives an elephant tail if my ring tone is "cool"? But, either way, I'd rather not be humiliated in public again.
The solution is: My phone stays on vibrate, even if that means I miss a few (or 34) calls.
Anyways, before I stop going on and on about nothing, I would like to share a quote that I absolutely LOVE. I was listening to the Refreshments (cuz they're wicked awesome) and the last line of their song "Down Together" is:
"We could find a speck of dust and scribble down our life story."
Isn't it beautiful? I don't know why, but I find it absurdly comforting.
Stop laughing.

Alyssa's Spiel on Book Characters

Before I begin my spiel, I should start by informing everyone that I cut myself today while I was shaving. It was really bad, too. It hurt like heck, but by now I know myself well enough not to look until it stops bleeding. It was right on the back of my ankle. Quite possibly the worst spot for a shaving cut. I scrape myself on the shins all the time and I hardly notice, but I think the ankle back is horrible. It stings the worst out of any other place. Anyway, I guess that's what I get for using a dull razor.

So, about book characters: Why do they all have to be so perfect? At least the main characters, anyway. It's okay for the minor characters to have flaws in their appearance, but heaven forbid the main character be anyhting less than a Greek god. I'm absolutely NOT talking about Edward Cullen, either. I'm talking about the main characters of every book I've ever read. I used to be really bitter about that. I was always like, "Why does the author need me to be jealous of every freaking character???" I would still like a book if the characters were just a little more human. I mean, the authors certainly always make sure to include personality flaws. Look at Bella Swan, for instance; although, I don't think she was intentionally flawed.
Let me profile for you the basic main character's appearance. First of all, they're all always really thin. The girls always have medium length or long hair. It's usually a rather unique color, like "fire-engine-red", a "rather eye-catching shade of chestnut", or a "smooth, caramel blonde". Then, there are the eyes. Main characters never have just plain brown eyes. They have eyes that are "a pretty shade of green with little sunbursts of gold at the center" or "shockingly blue eyes" or even eyes that are "molten gold." Are you catching my drift here? What is it with these people?
That's what I thought, until I tried to write my own character. And then I finally understood what goes through an author's head when they're creating a main character's appearance. They want this person that they're putting so much effort into to be everything they think they're not. I didn't want my character to look like me. I wanted to make her "actually really pretty, but in such a way that she didn't stand out in a crowd," or "long and lean, with silky raven-black hair that reached past her shoulders." I wanted her to have "shockingly blue eyes," or something like that.
That's what I wanted, but only for the briefest of seconds, and then I thought, "You know what? She can be pretty, but I want her to be humanly pretty." None of this "green with little sunbursts of gold" stuff. She can have eyes that are navy blue, or forest green, sure, but I'm not feeding my readers all that other crap. I'm not going to stoop to that level. People are people. They're absolutely not perfect, and that includes looks. Besides, sometimes little things like an uneven mouth or a crooked nose or eyes that are too close together make a character more memorable.

In conclusion, you can stop reading this now.

My Playlist

In case anyone has even looked at my playlist, just know that I didn't write any of the titles. It's obvious that I didn't because I know how to spell 'here'.
Elen and I were talking the other day about how much it bugs us when people don't use correct grammar. You kind of get that little twitch when someone say something wrong, and sometimes it doesn't go away until you say something. You just sit there with the corner of your mouth twitching for forever. It got to the point where she had to tell this one kid in her algebra class off for a minor infranction. I'm not as picky about it as she is, because I would be a hypocrite if I was. She uses proper grammar all the time, though, so it's all right for her.
I just reread this. It's really boring, but I'm gonna post it anyway. Maybe this can be the preface to "Alyssa's Spiel on Grammar." Who knows?

Identity Crisis

I think the world is possibly coming to an end.
I just tried to sign up for twitter, and the username lissylouhoo was taken.
Do I need to repeat the last sentence, or do you understand the magnitude of this situation?
I am no longer the only lissylouhoo in the world. I've had this username since I was like, 6. I feel like something vital has been stolen from me, which is probably a logical thing to be feeling because something vital HAS been stolen from me. I don't know what to do. My vision is starting to blur. Am I crying, or fainting? I don't know but it's HORRIBLE.
This is probably the most horrible injustice that's ever been done to me.
I think I need some time alone.

School's in Session... again

So, the first week of school.
That's pretty much all there is to say. It was just like every other first week of school I've ever experienced. The only difference is, I wasn't expecting much, so I wasn't disappointed.
I haven't found a teacher that likes me all that much yet, either. Usually there's at least someone who seems remotely interested in making me their teacher's pet. Not this time.
I do really like my Spanish teacher, though. She's fun and nice and all that important stuff.
Anyway, like I said, that's pretty much all there is to say.
Unfortunately, I've entered the stage where I actually want to do something on a Friday night, which makes my current situation suck because I can't drive, I don't have any money, and all my friends don't care about doing anything. Will someone go see a movie with me or something? I have $10, that's at least enough to buy a movie ticket.
I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound like a crotchety 90 year old woman. I should grow up.
Anyway, life is... well, pretty much life at this point. You cut your losses and get on with it.
By the way, does anyone have a good book recommendation? I have NOTHING to read. It's like wandering around in the dark looking for the light switch. Can anyone find me a really good light switch? Please?
Speaking of books, I really want to write one. I know it's a heck of a lot harder than it sounds, but I may as well get some ideas down while I'm young. I kind of know the general feel I want to go for, but I still haven't thought of a nice theme. I don't think I ever will anytime soon, either. It's kind of depressing, really. I have writer's block and I haven't even started writing yet.
Please don't make fun of me. It's kind of childish, I know, and a bit unrealistic, but if I want a career in English, what else am I supposed to do but write a book?
That's another thing I hate about loving English so much. It's the best subject ever, but it doesn't exactly have a great reputation. All the people who just want to go to college to say they went to college get English degrees. It's stupid, because I'm not like that. I love English. It's interesting, and it's the only subject I'm really good at anymore. I NEED English. It supports my fragile self-esteem.
Am I boring you? I'm sorry. I should just go to the library or something... do something beneficial to my education, since it's actually important now. I actually have to try, because I'm not as smart as I used to be.
This is the part where you all play your teeny violins while I sob.

Grocery Store Wonders

You'll never guess the sale they were having at the grocery store today, and when I say you'll never guess, I mean it.
The sale was 10/$10. Now see if you can guess what it was.
Still having a hard time? Okay, I'll tell you. It was 10 for $10 COTTAGE CHEESE.
I repeat: COTTAGE CHEESE!
Who in their right mind buys 10 tubs of cottage cheese all with the SAME EXPIRATION DATE? Except for old people, but I don't even think old people would buy 10 freaking tubs of cottage cheese.
Who could even EAT that much cottage cheese?
I was so weirded out that I seriously considered talking to the manager, but then I remembered that managers don't listen to teenage girls. So I decided I would just rant about it on here.
Needless to say, my trip to the grocery store today was one I will probably remember for a long time to come.

Heartburn Central

Food: pizza
Drink: soda (preferrably a cola or root beer)
Dessert: Reeses Peanut Butter cups

DON'T try it unless you are prepared to experience unendurable agony.

Alyssa's Spiel on Summer

Ah, Summer. The time of year every school kid looks forward to ALL YEAR LONG. Kids and teenagers alike think of it so often that they can almost taste it, smell it, reach out and touch it....
The real thing is a heck of a rude awakening.

Every summer is the same as the next, kids just forget how incredibly BORING it is in their longing for a world free of obligation. In truth, summer is long, hot, and boring to the point of exhaustion. Yes, that's right. Summer is so boring that it makes you physically exhausted- or is that just going to bed at midnight every night?
My point is that summer vacation is seemingly endless. All the days run into each other until summer is just one long day of TV, reading, showering at 2 P.M. (or not showering at all), video games, lack of sleep, and stress over the coming school year constantly hovering at the back of your mind.
All summer long, you can't stop thinking about the next school year. What will- insert grade here- be like? What new friends will you have? Will you have any classes with your current friends? What will you wear on the first day of school? Will your teachers all be morons? (probably). What clubs will you join?
This many questions simmer endlessly, until that feeling of anxiety builds in your stomach and you can hardly breathe. You fell as though you might faint. (okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but you get the point... right?)
Worst of all are the coming-to-school-in-your-underpants dream. The get-lost-on-your-way-to-class dream. And, if you're a true nerd, the pop-quiz-on-the-first-day dream.
In short, summer is one long, meandering pathway that can only lead to another long, agonizing school year, and, inevitably, another long, agonizing summer after that.

This has been Alyssa. Thank you and good day.

Bored and Hungry

Harry Potter and French Vanilla yogurt.

Try it.

My Latest Traumatic Experience

Okay, before I tell the story I should start out by saying that this happened a week ago but it's still my most recent traumatic experience, because I still shudder when I think about it. Also, some added info is that Abby broke our window about a month ago when she was trying to kill a bug. Oh, with her bare hand, I might add, which just proves how much sheer strength she has and why it really hurts when she hits you.



So anyways, I was on the phone one night, sitting on my dresser and when I ran my hand over the dresser-top I felt a sharp pain in my left index finger. (Oh, no!) When I checked, it just looked like I just had a cut or something, so I got some toilet paper and put some pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

I have to quickly inerject and point out that people who know me well know that blood freaks me out. Getting shots is probably my least favorite thing (not that I'm alone in that at all). I also hate learning in class about blood and circulaton and stuff. I almost threw up in Gym one time when they were teaching us about first aid and talking about broken bones and cuts and head injuries and stuff. Even the thought of any of those things makes me sick.

Brief Example:

FIRST AID CLASS

Teacher: What would we do if someone broke their arm and the bone was sticking out?

Alyssa: (picturing it in head, shuddering)

Teacher: Would we just PUSH the bone back in?

Alyssa: (feeling sick)

Student: No, because that would do more damage to the arm, and you could also puncture a blood vessel.

Alyssa: (picturing it in head, shuddering)

Teacher: Good! That's exactly right! Now... (goes into some big lecture on how to make a temporary sling for the broken-arm person.)

Alyssa: (feeling even sicker)

Teacher: (explains in gory detail about all the kinds of different wounds (i.e. punture wounds, cuts, other stuff like that, etc. etc.)

Alyssa: (getting even sicker every minute as she pictures each thing in her head)

Teacher: Now, let me tell you about this one time when my son got his leg run over by a car and all the gory details about his mangled flesh.

Alyssa: (about to pass out or throw up, can't decide which) STOP IT! Stop the madness! (runs out of room screaming).



So, anyways, while I was putting pressure on my finger it would just have this sharp pain every time I re-adjusted my grip. So, naturally, I went crying to my mommy about it. She looked at it and said that she didn't think there was any glass in there. Apparently she knows nothing about cuts with glass in them, because when I asked dad, he said he thought there was indeed glass in there.
So, this is where the horror story starts. First, imagine some freaky music playing in your head. Okay, so now imagine your dad telling you that you have glass in your finger, but he has to use a NEEDLE to get it out. Then, imagine your dad using a needle to SCRAPE the glass out of your hand. Kay, so the only difference is, your just imagining it, but tit actually happened to me. And let me tell ya, it was no fun at all. I was hyperventilating and generally freaking out the whole time.
SO, good times, huh? ..........
I really don't know how to end this.


Also, I said it happened like a week ago, but I've been putting off finishing this post for a long time, so it really happened like 3 weeks ago.
Sorry.

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Anna's New Haircut

I was looking at hairstyles on the web today and when I saw this one I totally thought "Anna!" I don't know about you, but I think this would look really good on her and I think she would like the color. Anyway, maybe I'm just making myself sound like a total idiot, so if people could please comment and a. tell me what they think, and b. assure me that I'm not an idiot, that would be great.

Also, do you like the changes I made to the blog? I'm not so sure about the navy/brown thing, but it was easier to read than the shade of blue I had before. So I guess that's something else you people could comment about. Sorry, I'm practically giving you homework with all these comment requests. Sorry. Did I already apologize? Sorry if I did. Sigh...

Alyssa's Spiel on Textbooks

I HATE texbooks. A lot. To be more specific, I hate the questions in textbooks. It seems like they are always really really stupid and off-subject, especially the essay/written response questions. To prove my point, I've provided a few examples from my lit book, and you can decide if they're made up or not.

Example 1:
In the story, "My Grandpa Died and it Made Me Really Sad," a boy's grandfather dies and he is very depressed. What could have happened to prevent the boy from feeling so sad? Write a 10-sentence paragraph to explain your answer.

Example 2:
The story, "Priscilla Is the Way She Is" is about a girl who is different from the kids in her school. If Priscilla were from Mars instead of Illinois, how would the story change? Please use a 10-sentence paragraph to properly explain your answer.

Me: Teacher, do we really have to answer these questions?
Teacher: (not paying attention, chatting on Facebook) Hmm....? Oh, um YES. You absolutely MUST do all the questions to receive full credit... Oh, look! It's Joanna Martin! I went to high school with her...

Example 3:
"Life and the Changes That Happen in It" is a story about a person who has a life-changing experience. Write about a life-changing experience that you've had and include details in a 10-sentence paragraph. If possible, use all of the vocabulary words included for this selection.

List of Vocabulary Words:
1. equanimity
2. victuals
3. defalcate
4. osteopath
5. tautological
6. hidebound
7. froward
8. hermetic
9. nocuous
10. erstwhile

Example 4:
In, "My Friend Cliff," a girl jumps off of a cliff and nearly kills herself. In a 10-sentence paragraph, write about a severe injury or near-death experience you've had. Include details tto describe the pain and suffering you went through. If needed, you may use a dictionary to find more words to use.


That's all for today, folks. I'll be here all week- or longer.

Facebook is Ruining My Life

If anyone is wondering why I haven't posted in a month, it's because of Crackboo- I mean, Facebook. Or rather, more beacause of my darling mother, who I have the privilege of sharing a computer with (lame, huh?) and who is also way more addicted to Facebook than she is willing to let on. She is on there 24/7, and I find myself constantly in fear that she will discover some new game like Mafia Wars or Farm Town just as she's starting to get sick of the whole thing, and then the 3-month-long cycle of exhausting our poor laptop will start all over again. These are some really long sentences, huh? I guess I type a lot when I'm complaining...

Help Me Choose!!!

Kay, so long story short, I am marrying one of these bachelors in a roleplaying game called Harvest Moon, but I can't decide which one!!!! There are two different versions of the game: More Friends of Mineral Town and Island of Happiness, so take your pick of each! I've provided a picture and brief description of each one, so leave a comment with your choices!!!! (please)


Mineral Town Bachelors:


Gray







Gray moved from the big city to live with his crotchety old grandpa and learn the trade of blacksmith (-ing ?).He's moody and misses the city, but made a commitment, so he'll stay.


Short description: moody, but sweet once you get to know him.


Dr. Trent





Dr. Trent is the town doctor. He's dedicated, hard-working, and easy to win over. Sometimes he gets a bit too wrapped up in his studies, but he's sweet and sensitive.

Short description: hard-working (a bit too), sweet, easily won over




Cliff





Cliff's life story is pretty tragic. He grew bored of his life in the city, so he moved to Mineral Town. When he ran out of money, he returned to his home in the city to find that his mother had died and his sister had run away. Depressed, he returned to Mineral Town and was able to get a job at the Aja Winery. He isn't a man of many words, but is a dedicated church-goer and would make a devoted, loving husband.

Short description: quiet, devoted



Kai







Kai is a lady's man, in all sense of the term. He's rebellious by nature, and comes to Mineral Town every summer because he can't stand his parents. He's polite and funny, and I'm sure there's something ladies find intriguing about the mystery hair underneath his bandanna. Or maybe it's his absurd liking for the color purple. Either way, this guy is a real lady-killer.

Short description: lady's man, funny, likes purple




Rick





Rick's family runs the town's poultry farm. He's insanely over-protective of his sister, and has a tender spot fr his mother, Lillia, who is ill. Rick's father, Rod, is gone on a quest to find a rare flower that will cure his mother's illness, leaving Rick to take care of the family. He's an all right guy, except for he really likes chickens. (just a bit weird, don't ya think)

Short description: over-protective, caring, responsible, likes chickens.


I'll post Island of Happiness bachelors tomorrow. Thanksabunch.

Alyssa's Speil on E-mail

Is it just me or does anyone else keep getting e-mails from the absolute STRANGEST senders? I get crap from people I have never even heard of. Isn't that just a bit ridiculous? So, anyway, just to mention a few of these people...

First off, there's the self- improvement category. This is the group of people who've decided that my looks are inadequate and it is pivotal that I improve myself. They range from Wu Yi Tea, who's decided that their wonderful concoction will significantly improve my weight, and in the process give them the opportunity to plant a bajillion cookies and possibly a virus into my computer if I just click their stinking link. I mean, who would buy something called Wu Yi Tea anyway? Next comes the folks at Slimming Solutions, who are so dear to my heart. They want to sell me something called "hoodia" and I would be really surprised if anyone actually knows what hoodia is. And then, of course, there are the cookies and viruses I would receive if I clicked their link.

Next is the online college category. These people are great, I'm sure, but give me a break! I've still got at least 5 years before I go to college, and, personally, I wouldn't go to an online college even if I was desperate. How do you even graduate from those places? They e-mail you the diploma and you print it out? Anyway, it's a load of crap and I would be the happiest person in the world if they would stop sending me things.

After that are the dear, dear folks at Liberty Medical. I just want to wrap my arms around them and squeeze them REALLY tight. One time I even sent them a message asking them to please stop sending me junk because, in my opinion, I shouldn't have to worry about medical crap for a LONG long time. The next day I had 5 new messages from them.

Who has gotten e-mails saying that someone is searching for them? Does anyone find that creepy? I don't see how receiving e-mails saying this is different from some deranged lunatic coming up to me on the street and saying "Someone is searching for you" in a really creepy voice. Maybe he'd even have a weird eye that went in a different direction than the other one, and he'd be wearing these old dirty cut-offs and a flannel shirt that smelled like garbage and after he told me that he'd ask me for money... anyway. You can see how this freaks me out.

Now, after posting this, I don't expect anyone to ever ask me why I haven't answered their e-mails. My inbox has become a mine-field. What sucks the most is that it seems like when I've almost sorted through all my mail, the next day 20 new junk mails come in! It's never ending! It's gotten to the point where I've deleted important stuff, like when dad sent me an Amazon gift card for my birthday, and I actually DELETED it! That in itself should prove how harassed I am. In short, I pretty much don't think e-mail is he greatest invention ever anymore.

Alyssa's Speil on Teachers

I would like to start by imploring someone to tell me how to spell speil. Now that that's over with, I will OFFICIALLY start by saying that I value my education. I love learning and all that, but, I'm sure everyone in the history of the world who will ever read this will agree with me when I say that some teachers (or teacher's habits) just BUG me. For instance, some teachers, when givng a lecture and upon seeing a student's hand raised, will, instead of just figuring out what the DARN question is, try to answer the queston BEFORE the sudent asks it. Does anyone else see the problem with that? Let me provide an example:
TEACHER: So, I want you to do this graph project-
STUDENT: -raises hand-
TEACHER: And... it's due on September 12th...
STUDENT: -hand still raised-
TEACHER: And... it should be on poster board, but you can pick whatever color you want...
STUDENT: -hand still raised-
TEACHER: And you should type yor essay because I have a hard tim reading some people's handwriting...
STUDENT: -hand STILL raised-
TEACHER: (begins to sweat) And... uh... your essay should be double-spaced...
STUDENT: -hand rasised, begins to tap foot impatiently-
TEACHER: And... um... uh... you can use any brand of computer paper when you print your essay...
STUDENT: -hand STILL raised, arm starting to get sore from being raised in the air for so long-
TEACHER: (feeling light-headed) And... it doesn't matter if you have an HP or a Mac...
STUDENT: -hand STILL RAISED, arm really sore, becoming increasingly annoyed with teacher-
TEACHER: (sweating profusely) And... um... my favorite color is green...?
STUDENT: -hand STILL raised, arm sore, mentally and physically exhausted-
TEACHER: (sweat cascading down face, shirt-front completely soaked, becoming delirious) My house payment is past due, and I forgot to feed my dog this morning, and I ran out of milk because I left the carton out and the cat clawed it apart and drank all the milk...
STUDENT: -ARM IS ABOUT TO FALL OFF-
TEACHER: -FAINTS FROM MENTAL EXHAUSTION-

I know I am exagerating, but can you see what I'm saying? It gets to te point of being ridiculous, and the teacher still won't SHUT UP.
But, alas, don't think this is done! Oh, no, I have many more teacher-related pet-peeves, and this speil WILL coninue. I'm just sick of typing right now.
Good day to all, please immensely enjoy yor week.