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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Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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...
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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.
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...
Monday, April 27, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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.
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.
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