Everyone always says that they will never turn into their mothers when they grow-up, but eventually do. I unfortunately have already done so. Not in the things that she does, but her personality. It's not necessarily a bad thing, just something that I have noticed.
My mom is pretty weird. Okay I lied, she's very weird. When I go shopping with her she will ask me if I want this or that and if I don't answer right away she will start randomly dancing in the middle of the isle. It's like wow mom cool it. And it just so happens that every time she does this, there is someone I know around. Flip this around. When I am shopping with my friends and they see a cute guy or are being lame and boring, I will take the pleasure in embarrassing them in front of who ever's around. The difference is, is that we're teens and if they severely got mad I would stop because I understand, but my mother who thinks she is still a teen sometimes, does not stop and then yell at me for getting crabby with her when she was the one dancing around the store in the first place. That is one of the negative qualities.
I am starting to like the same music as her. I used to listen to country and pop, but now I'm starting to listen to her radio stations and Cd's. I don't really know why that change is suddenly occurring, but it is. If you look on my previous blog you will see my top twenty songs as of that day. Most of the songs on there I either heard from her, or have heard because my radio taste has changed into hers. I don't mind this likeness.
We both also talk really loud. We don't mean to and most of the time we don't even realize that were doing it. I talk loud when I haven't talked in a while, or when I am excited, or on those days where I just am not in the mood to keep it down. She is mostly only loud when she answers the phone, or she thinks that your in the other room when your really standing right next to her. It will be really quite in the house, she would be withing her HGTV and I would be around either playing the piano or doing homework/reading, and the phone will ring. Most people like I would answer the phone in a nice normal "hello" or "aloha", which is my personal favorite way of answering the phone, knowing that the purpose of the phone is to be like having a conversation right there in person, but my mommy dearest will answer the phone with a "HELLO!" as if they really are across town or even worse, the country.
We also have little personality traits that are the same. We are both non-criers when it comes to everyday things like people being mean, but when were into a good book or watching almost any movie, were both big babies. When we watched "Bridge to Terribethia" we were both bawling at the end. We also laugh at our own jokes and talk to ourselves. It doesn't matter what were doing, but we always are muttering softly as if the whole world is listening. Though she doesn't listen, I will say something and she will ask me about it like three days later and vise-versa. We both are interested in the same things, but we always have different opinions on it. Most importantly, we both are very upfront about our beliefs. We argue about almost everything.
Don't get my wrong. I love my mother. She has her strange habits, that yes, I am starting to take over, but I do to. Everyone will turn more like their parent someday, I guess I am just taking the lead and doing it first.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Current Favorites.
I have a billion favorite. The only thing that I have one favorite on is food and that is Mac and Cheese. I couldn't even tell you how many favorite songs I have. If I had to have a top twenty as of right now:
1)Panic Switch- Silversun Pickups
2)About you now- Miranda Cosgrove
3)I miss you- Blink 182
4)Thunder- Boys like Girls
5)Audience of One- Rist Against
6)I want you to- Weezer
7)Here it goes again- Demi Lavato
8)Boys of Summer -The Atris
9)Hey there Dehlia- Plain White Ts
10)Jane Says- Jane's Addiction
11) Flavor of the Weak- American Hi-Fi
12)First Date-Blink 182
13)Stay my baby- Miranda Cosgrove
14) What is love- Play
16)Love this way- Eden's Crush
17)Love Drunk- Boys like Girls
18)Hey Juliet-LMNT
19)Homecoming-Hey Monday
20)Tree Hugger- Antsy Pants; Kimya Dawson
That was really hard. I think depending on the phase of life I'm in, my favoite songs change. The real good songs are the songs that I am always, 100% in the mood to listen to. A lot of songs on that list are, but not all. I guess I will have to put more thought into which songs make my day any day.
1)Panic Switch- Silversun Pickups
2)About you now- Miranda Cosgrove
3)I miss you- Blink 182
4)Thunder- Boys like Girls
5)Audience of One- Rist Against
6)I want you to- Weezer
7)Here it goes again- Demi Lavato
8)Boys of Summer -The Atris
9)Hey there Dehlia- Plain White Ts
10)Jane Says- Jane's Addiction
11) Flavor of the Weak- American Hi-Fi
12)First Date-Blink 182
13)Stay my baby- Miranda Cosgrove
14) What is love- Play
16)Love this way- Eden's Crush
17)Love Drunk- Boys like Girls
18)Hey Juliet-LMNT
19)Homecoming-Hey Monday
20)Tree Hugger- Antsy Pants; Kimya Dawson
That was really hard. I think depending on the phase of life I'm in, my favoite songs change. The real good songs are the songs that I am always, 100% in the mood to listen to. A lot of songs on that list are, but not all. I guess I will have to put more thought into which songs make my day any day.
I love seasons.
It is a great time of year. The leaves are starting to fall, the grass has to be mowed less often, the air is getting cooler, and school is still fun and exciting. Everyday I walk home from school with my friend and it is great. We both love crunching leaves and sometimes we will race to crunch the biggest ones. We go on walks a lot too. The cool air is always really nice and sweet. I don't think I have a favorite season. Each one brings me back to good memories and sweet holidays. They are a part of my life. Each town celebrates seasons a little differently, but some of the best seasons were celebrated in Walnut, Iowa.
I was young when I lived there. I remember the football games, cheering with the cheerleaders, drinking hot chocolate, and causing trouble with my best friend. It was great. It was a small town and everything was a lot more personal to people there. The people in the stands were not only parents and grandparents of the football players, cheerleaders, and band members, most were Walnut High School Alumni's. It was great, it felt a lot more school spirited then it has anywhere else. It was a great place to be a kid.
Winter, oh winter. Every weekend before Christmas the whole town would gather at town square and watch the lighting of the huge Christmas tree. The snow would be all around, but it would be worth it. Santa would be at the Christmas Store (yes we had a Christmas Store) and all the children would go tell him what we wanted. There was always the holiday home decorations that night too. It was fun to drive all around that small town looking at all the bright lights and moving reindeer. I learned the truth about Santa in that town, but the holiday's were so magical, it didn't really matter.
Spring was wonderful! I loved walking home in the spring. Everything was so green and luscious there. The flowers were brighter there then anywhere else I have been before and since then. It smelled amazing. Every Easter there would be an egg hunt at city park. There would be different age groups for all the kids. I was in girl scouts at that time, and we were the ones who had to fill and hide all the eggs. It was really fun. It was great walking down the streets after a good rain storm. The memories are so great there it's a shame we had to leave.
Summer's weren't extra spectacular there. I think summer's were the best in Sumner, Iowa, but Walnut did have a few good ones. We moved to Walnut in the summer. It was hot hot hot the day we decided to move in but it was a good day. The next summer we moved from our rental house to a big house with a big yard on the outskirts of town. That was good because I was a lot closer to my best friend. Me and her rode our bikes every single day. We would also go to the pool a lot. There wasn't a pool in town, so we had to go the neighboring town to swim, and it was great. The third summer there was very uneventful. I don't remember anything mega exciting that happened. I played softball, but that's about it. The next summer was the first time I went to camp. It was for church, but it was so fun it was amazing. I made a lot of friends and I still talk to a few to this day. The summer after that, I moved. Summer's are a strange time. It is when most life changing things occur.
I love seasons, and as you now may understand, I don't have a favorite. They all are so enjoyable, and great things always happen, it's hard to choose just one.
I was young when I lived there. I remember the football games, cheering with the cheerleaders, drinking hot chocolate, and causing trouble with my best friend. It was great. It was a small town and everything was a lot more personal to people there. The people in the stands were not only parents and grandparents of the football players, cheerleaders, and band members, most were Walnut High School Alumni's. It was great, it felt a lot more school spirited then it has anywhere else. It was a great place to be a kid.
Winter, oh winter. Every weekend before Christmas the whole town would gather at town square and watch the lighting of the huge Christmas tree. The snow would be all around, but it would be worth it. Santa would be at the Christmas Store (yes we had a Christmas Store) and all the children would go tell him what we wanted. There was always the holiday home decorations that night too. It was fun to drive all around that small town looking at all the bright lights and moving reindeer. I learned the truth about Santa in that town, but the holiday's were so magical, it didn't really matter.
Spring was wonderful! I loved walking home in the spring. Everything was so green and luscious there. The flowers were brighter there then anywhere else I have been before and since then. It smelled amazing. Every Easter there would be an egg hunt at city park. There would be different age groups for all the kids. I was in girl scouts at that time, and we were the ones who had to fill and hide all the eggs. It was really fun. It was great walking down the streets after a good rain storm. The memories are so great there it's a shame we had to leave.
Summer's weren't extra spectacular there. I think summer's were the best in Sumner, Iowa, but Walnut did have a few good ones. We moved to Walnut in the summer. It was hot hot hot the day we decided to move in but it was a good day. The next summer we moved from our rental house to a big house with a big yard on the outskirts of town. That was good because I was a lot closer to my best friend. Me and her rode our bikes every single day. We would also go to the pool a lot. There wasn't a pool in town, so we had to go the neighboring town to swim, and it was great. The third summer there was very uneventful. I don't remember anything mega exciting that happened. I played softball, but that's about it. The next summer was the first time I went to camp. It was for church, but it was so fun it was amazing. I made a lot of friends and I still talk to a few to this day. The summer after that, I moved. Summer's are a strange time. It is when most life changing things occur.
I love seasons, and as you now may understand, I don't have a favorite. They all are so enjoyable, and great things always happen, it's hard to choose just one.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Bright Pink!
I painted my room this summer. I have been wanting to paint my room in this house since I moved in, two years ago. I really wanted to paint it red, but my parent thought that that wouldn't be a good color in case we were going to move again. I was sad but I got over it. I was still having troubles deciding on a color, so I decided to get a bedspread first. I picked one that was pink, brown, orange, blue, green, and other bright colors. I love it. I still couldn't find a color and my boring tan room was driving me nuts!
So one day this summer I went to the basement and saw what colors we already had. I have had a lot of rooms, and one of the greatest things about that is that I get to pick out new colors every time, and so do my siblings. In my old house my sister had bright green, pink, and blue walls, and luckily we still had all of those colors! We also had orange from the room my sister and I had, two houses ago. I was excited that I could finally paint my room. I was talking to my friend about it and she said that she would love to help me paint it.
She came over about noon, but I was too excited so I painted the green wall before she even got to my house. When she did, we painted the blue wall. I let her paint the edges because I wasn't supposed to get any on the ceiling. That was a mistake. She got the dark blue paint all over my ceiling. When we were done with that wall we had to take a little break to let the paint brushes dry. We chilled downstairs and ate macaroni and cheese-my favorite food. After that we went up to my room again and painted the pink wall. She was fired from painting around the ceiling. I let her use the rolling brush to paint all the insides of that wall. It was really fun. We had Lady Gaga blaring in the backgroud. It was mega hot that day, and because of the fumes I had to open my windows. After the pink wall we took a longer break becuase the next wall was my closet wall and there were a lot of small spaces. We wanted to be focused, which if you can imagine two teenage girls painting a room with loud music, we were not.
During our long break we relaxed on my bed talking and eating. It was nice because she is one of my good friends and it was the first or second time I had seen her since school got out. We caught up on the summer and talked about how awesome next school is going to be. We were hopeing we would have at least one class together. It turned out in the end that we have four classes and lunch together, not to mention we share a locker so we knew we would be seeing eachother a lot. When we went back to painting my last wall, we were tired. It was like six o'clock by this time. My room isn't really big, but it's not super small, so I had just enough space to put all my furniture in the middle of the room. It was really hot and crouded. The last wall, like I said, was the smallest wall, and thankfully it only took us less than an hour to do. Her dad came to pick her up around 7:30, we were both fifteen at the time so niether of us could drive. It was a really good day. Not only had I got to paint my room four bright colors, I made a great friend that I still have today.
So one day this summer I went to the basement and saw what colors we already had. I have had a lot of rooms, and one of the greatest things about that is that I get to pick out new colors every time, and so do my siblings. In my old house my sister had bright green, pink, and blue walls, and luckily we still had all of those colors! We also had orange from the room my sister and I had, two houses ago. I was excited that I could finally paint my room. I was talking to my friend about it and she said that she would love to help me paint it.
She came over about noon, but I was too excited so I painted the green wall before she even got to my house. When she did, we painted the blue wall. I let her paint the edges because I wasn't supposed to get any on the ceiling. That was a mistake. She got the dark blue paint all over my ceiling. When we were done with that wall we had to take a little break to let the paint brushes dry. We chilled downstairs and ate macaroni and cheese-my favorite food. After that we went up to my room again and painted the pink wall. She was fired from painting around the ceiling. I let her use the rolling brush to paint all the insides of that wall. It was really fun. We had Lady Gaga blaring in the backgroud. It was mega hot that day, and because of the fumes I had to open my windows. After the pink wall we took a longer break becuase the next wall was my closet wall and there were a lot of small spaces. We wanted to be focused, which if you can imagine two teenage girls painting a room with loud music, we were not.
During our long break we relaxed on my bed talking and eating. It was nice because she is one of my good friends and it was the first or second time I had seen her since school got out. We caught up on the summer and talked about how awesome next school is going to be. We were hopeing we would have at least one class together. It turned out in the end that we have four classes and lunch together, not to mention we share a locker so we knew we would be seeing eachother a lot. When we went back to painting my last wall, we were tired. It was like six o'clock by this time. My room isn't really big, but it's not super small, so I had just enough space to put all my furniture in the middle of the room. It was really hot and crouded. The last wall, like I said, was the smallest wall, and thankfully it only took us less than an hour to do. Her dad came to pick her up around 7:30, we were both fifteen at the time so niether of us could drive. It was a really good day. Not only had I got to paint my room four bright colors, I made a great friend that I still have today.
Monday, September 21, 2009
In case you haven't noticed.
My blogs have mostly all been about different things. I am supposed to think of three main topics, but that's a bit tricky. As of this second, I could think of things that I could write a lot of blogs about, but in March my ideas and interests might change. I tried to pick three really broad topics that I can throw everything into.
My first one is school. Past, present, and future. Going to five schools has really made me who I am, the present is putting what I know to work, for the future. My family is very school oreintated, and it is a big part of my life right now. I figure it always will be.
My second topic is home life. That will include what I do at home, who I live with and my pets, my other family, and memories of past houses. I have lived in six, and again, my rooms and houses have really changed me. I wrote The History of my Bedrooms once. It was very personal and explanitory about my life. Each room has seen a different Miranda and each new one will too. My home is an important part of my life.
The last but not least topic is music. Not just my favorite song or band that day, but the music I write. I write songs on the piano and have since about forever. Music is something that gets me through. The perfect song is the one that you can listen to no matter how your feeling and have it relate to you. I have a lot of favorite songs, but only a few really get me through everytime.
I will try to keep things in theese three catagories, but sometimes I might get creative and make it relate when it really doesn't. The best kind of pattern is no pattern at all, and I plan on keeping it that way.
My first one is school. Past, present, and future. Going to five schools has really made me who I am, the present is putting what I know to work, for the future. My family is very school oreintated, and it is a big part of my life right now. I figure it always will be.
My second topic is home life. That will include what I do at home, who I live with and my pets, my other family, and memories of past houses. I have lived in six, and again, my rooms and houses have really changed me. I wrote The History of my Bedrooms once. It was very personal and explanitory about my life. Each room has seen a different Miranda and each new one will too. My home is an important part of my life.
The last but not least topic is music. Not just my favorite song or band that day, but the music I write. I write songs on the piano and have since about forever. Music is something that gets me through. The perfect song is the one that you can listen to no matter how your feeling and have it relate to you. I have a lot of favorite songs, but only a few really get me through everytime.
I will try to keep things in theese three catagories, but sometimes I might get creative and make it relate when it really doesn't. The best kind of pattern is no pattern at all, and I plan on keeping it that way.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
I used to want to be a chef.
But that isn't going to work out. Cooking just isn't my thing anymore. Even if it was, I don't think I could do it everyday for the rest of my life as a job. I swear in college I'm going to live off of cereal because it's easy to make and I practically do anyways.
I only really like cooking on cloudy days. I don't know why but I just usually am more in the mood then. Unless I feel like cooking, I am NOT a good cook. I set the smoke alarm off making grilled-cheese. Who does that?! Most of the things are cooked done to the point of almost being burnt, but instead have a nice crisp to them. That's fine when your cooking things like cookies, french fries, and chicken nuggets, but when your cooking things like cake, bread, and quesadillas, it's better that I don't cook. That is all mostly a timer-temperature issue. I have had some really bad expirences where that isn't the problem. When I was in fifth grade or so I wanted to make a cake. We had a strawberry one and I loved strawberry things back then. I was excited- so excited that I got all my ingredients out so fast I didn't look at the labels. I made the cake and when it was all done and everyone was eating it I noticed it tasted a little funny but not to much so I didn't say anything. Since no one else complained I just thought that it was my taste buds. I never like to put things away. I will take stuff out make a mess and rarely clean up. When your young you can get away with it though to an extent. My dad was putting away the ingredients like the egg and milk cartons, the sugar and vanilla, etc., but when he got to the oil he realized that something wasn't right. We eat mexican food a lot at my house, that includes frying our own tortillas, and my dad puts the old oil back into an old oil container so he can dispose of it right. Apparently I had used that oil instead of regular vegatable oil. The funny thing was, was that that oil was on the third shelf of the cabnet and the one I should have used was on the first shelf. I think I'm to spacey to cook. For foods class last year the end of the term project was to cook something at home and bring it in. I decided to make deviled eggs. I had to double the recipe and being me and all I doubled everything except the mayonaise. It was really dry and gross, but I don't think anyone in class noticed. At least they didn't say anything if they did.
When I'm in the mood to cook though, I cook really well. I can make the nestlé cookies look like they do in the comercials- and taste amazing. I am a great macaroni and cheese cook, too. I make it so cheesy and delicious it's pretty ridiculous. Oh and hamburger helper is another one of my specialties. There's other stuff that I can cook, those are just my bests.
I don't watch a lot of television, but when I do, it's mosly the food network channel. It has the best shows ever. Unwrapped is my absolute favorite. I also watch Chopped when it's on. Sometimes they will have specials on things and I will watch those too. I never really got into Iron Chef Ameria. It bores me a little. When I got my wisdom teeth out and couldn't eat, I would watch the food network channel and dream about the the food I would be able to eat once I got better. I ended up getting dry-sockett (not fun) and I couldn't eat for even longer then anticipated and it sucked! The food network channel got me through. Cheesy I know.
My favorite food is and probally always will be Mac & Cheese. It's just so good! I also love donuts, cheese sticks, all breakfast foods, most mexican foods, and popcicles. Once my friend and I ate like 8 popcicles in the summer for breakfast. It was fun. I mostly just drink water. Occasionly I will drink chocolate milk, kool-aid, sunnyD, milkshakes, and smoothies, but not really. I hate pop. It makes me so dehydrated and stomach achy. I will occasionly drink Dr. Pepper or Sprite if we have it, but not usually.
I only really like cooking on cloudy days. I don't know why but I just usually am more in the mood then. Unless I feel like cooking, I am NOT a good cook. I set the smoke alarm off making grilled-cheese. Who does that?! Most of the things are cooked done to the point of almost being burnt, but instead have a nice crisp to them. That's fine when your cooking things like cookies, french fries, and chicken nuggets, but when your cooking things like cake, bread, and quesadillas, it's better that I don't cook. That is all mostly a timer-temperature issue. I have had some really bad expirences where that isn't the problem. When I was in fifth grade or so I wanted to make a cake. We had a strawberry one and I loved strawberry things back then. I was excited- so excited that I got all my ingredients out so fast I didn't look at the labels. I made the cake and when it was all done and everyone was eating it I noticed it tasted a little funny but not to much so I didn't say anything. Since no one else complained I just thought that it was my taste buds. I never like to put things away. I will take stuff out make a mess and rarely clean up. When your young you can get away with it though to an extent. My dad was putting away the ingredients like the egg and milk cartons, the sugar and vanilla, etc., but when he got to the oil he realized that something wasn't right. We eat mexican food a lot at my house, that includes frying our own tortillas, and my dad puts the old oil back into an old oil container so he can dispose of it right. Apparently I had used that oil instead of regular vegatable oil. The funny thing was, was that that oil was on the third shelf of the cabnet and the one I should have used was on the first shelf. I think I'm to spacey to cook. For foods class last year the end of the term project was to cook something at home and bring it in. I decided to make deviled eggs. I had to double the recipe and being me and all I doubled everything except the mayonaise. It was really dry and gross, but I don't think anyone in class noticed. At least they didn't say anything if they did.
When I'm in the mood to cook though, I cook really well. I can make the nestlé cookies look like they do in the comercials- and taste amazing. I am a great macaroni and cheese cook, too. I make it so cheesy and delicious it's pretty ridiculous. Oh and hamburger helper is another one of my specialties. There's other stuff that I can cook, those are just my bests.
I don't watch a lot of television, but when I do, it's mosly the food network channel. It has the best shows ever. Unwrapped is my absolute favorite. I also watch Chopped when it's on. Sometimes they will have specials on things and I will watch those too. I never really got into Iron Chef Ameria. It bores me a little. When I got my wisdom teeth out and couldn't eat, I would watch the food network channel and dream about the the food I would be able to eat once I got better. I ended up getting dry-sockett (not fun) and I couldn't eat for even longer then anticipated and it sucked! The food network channel got me through. Cheesy I know.
My favorite food is and probally always will be Mac & Cheese. It's just so good! I also love donuts, cheese sticks, all breakfast foods, most mexican foods, and popcicles. Once my friend and I ate like 8 popcicles in the summer for breakfast. It was fun. I mostly just drink water. Occasionly I will drink chocolate milk, kool-aid, sunnyD, milkshakes, and smoothies, but not really. I hate pop. It makes me so dehydrated and stomach achy. I will occasionly drink Dr. Pepper or Sprite if we have it, but not usually.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Where to go from here?
It's my junior and now I have to start thinking seriously about colleges. That's what my mom keeps telling me over and over. I should at least have an idea about what I might want to major in. The truth is, I have no idea. She says I should think of schools in Iowa. They are good schools. There cheaper. There close to home. But I don't want to be close to home. I moved so much as a child that I can't stand being here for so long. Sure there are a lot of people that I love and will miss dearly, but I want to go to a place totally new and be someone new again. It's not easy to explain and comprehend, but it's my fact. I want to live before I get super mega serious. I may regret that decission later in life, but for now I think it would let me keep my sanity.
I don't know what I want to be. I think I will probally end up being a teacher or something else school related, but I don't know for sure. I used to want to be an astronaut. Then I read the biography of Christa McAllifue, relized that a lot could go wrong, and changed my mind. I know that's a lame excuse for changing my dreams, but I was eight, and I didn't care. Then I transitioned into my palientologist phase. I still love dinosaurs, but that job just seemed to boing. My dad who is a teacher and my mom who work as a school media secretry both told me not to become teachers, its not a high paying job, and I could to better, but I love school. I always have. It's my free time, where I can see my friends, and learn new stuff. I love learing. I think being a teacher is perfect for me. No we don't have the most money in the entire world, but I turned out alright and I belive that my kids will too.
I still have to look into different schools. I have a pretty decent GPA and I am involved in extracurricular activites so I think I would be able to get scholorships. So I am going to keep looking and I will hopefully find something this year that will be my choise.
I don't know what I want to be. I think I will probally end up being a teacher or something else school related, but I don't know for sure. I used to want to be an astronaut. Then I read the biography of Christa McAllifue, relized that a lot could go wrong, and changed my mind. I know that's a lame excuse for changing my dreams, but I was eight, and I didn't care. Then I transitioned into my palientologist phase. I still love dinosaurs, but that job just seemed to boing. My dad who is a teacher and my mom who work as a school media secretry both told me not to become teachers, its not a high paying job, and I could to better, but I love school. I always have. It's my free time, where I can see my friends, and learn new stuff. I love learing. I think being a teacher is perfect for me. No we don't have the most money in the entire world, but I turned out alright and I belive that my kids will too.
I still have to look into different schools. I have a pretty decent GPA and I am involved in extracurricular activites so I think I would be able to get scholorships. So I am going to keep looking and I will hopefully find something this year that will be my choise.
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