Working on my public forum case. Interesting topic. Resolved: That, on balance, social networking Web sites have a positive impact on the United States. It took me a grand total of 2 hours to write the case. That's really good because an LD case would take me days.
I can't find my camera cord to upload my pictures...
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
My First
I have been sitting in this computer chair for an extremely long time...bordering on two hours. To what avail? Nothing. I'm procrastinating because I have a history project due, but honestly, who can think when shopping is on one's mind. All I see is a new beautiful me, with sassy black shoes (preferably boots) and sassy black stockings and maybe a sassy black trench coat. But that would be ridiculous since here in Houston it never gets cold enough to wear such things.
Which makes me think of going to Harvard in February...I can't wait.
So anyway, I have decided to create a blog. Something my mom told me I should do. And I think this is pretty fun. Way better than a diary book because it is way faster to type AND other people can review my thoughts. I am going to excuse myself for any grammatical errors or less than eloquent sentences. This will just be my rant. No being politically correct (or at least going overboard with it- I think I am inherently pc). No being nice and polite. This is me. The things that go on inside my head. The thoughts that I don't encode. The mind-children that are half-raised.
I think this will be fun. I have a MySpace with a couple of blogs on there that I had so much fun writing. Only now, MySpace is a waste of my time- except for maintaining long distance relationships. I have a new innovation at my hands that I didn't have in the past: texting.
This year has been most stressful. Not only with increasingly tougher classes, but with a growing realization that the world is not all roses. It is sad, the things people preoccupy themselves with. Little trivial matters that will have no effect on the strong-willed people as long as they don't let it get to their heads.
I think I ought to write a book. Perhaps two. I need to tell people the importance of self-esteem, confidence. I want to share my trials and tribulations with the other young women in the world, in America. Every growing girl that sees and admires the unrealistic women on TV, I want to lift her up and show her the real beauty that lies in strong mothers. I want to educate these teenagers and tell them that there is so much more to offer to the world than just her body. I want, I want, I want...the impossible.
*big, heavy sigh*
Today, I found out that I overdrew my bank account. Hmm...sixteen and already overdrawing bank accounts. Not good. What lies in the future for me? I never understood why my mom would always say, "Tell them they had better cash that check soon" when she would write a check for me. Well NOW I know. I wrote a check for my debate t-shirts way back when I was bankin'. Well...then I bought a plane ticket, some knick-knacks, paid the mortgage, paid my phone bill, bought some food, bought a yacht, withdrew some cash for private pleasures...until I only had about $4 left. Only I didn't know. And in the back of my mind, I was thinking about that floating debate t-shirt check. I just KNEW they were going to cash it the DAY before I cashed my paycheck. And they did. The audacity of those t-shirt makers. How dare they?
Yep. So it bounced. Or not really. My bank paid the bill then charged me the rest. Luckily I didn't have an overdraft fee. But next time, next time I will. I can't tell whether to laugh or cry. Is my credit affected at all by my carelessness? Am I already in the negatives before I even get my first credit card or student loan? How embarrassing...
Anyway, perhaps my next blog will be all about me. You have to know my family, my life, me. In order to understand me, you have to know me. So I'll consider it.
Man, stupid t-shirt company. It's all their fault.
Which makes me think of going to Harvard in February...I can't wait.
So anyway, I have decided to create a blog. Something my mom told me I should do. And I think this is pretty fun. Way better than a diary book because it is way faster to type AND other people can review my thoughts. I am going to excuse myself for any grammatical errors or less than eloquent sentences. This will just be my rant. No being politically correct (or at least going overboard with it- I think I am inherently pc). No being nice and polite. This is me. The things that go on inside my head. The thoughts that I don't encode. The mind-children that are half-raised.
I think this will be fun. I have a MySpace with a couple of blogs on there that I had so much fun writing. Only now, MySpace is a waste of my time- except for maintaining long distance relationships. I have a new innovation at my hands that I didn't have in the past: texting.
This year has been most stressful. Not only with increasingly tougher classes, but with a growing realization that the world is not all roses. It is sad, the things people preoccupy themselves with. Little trivial matters that will have no effect on the strong-willed people as long as they don't let it get to their heads.
I think I ought to write a book. Perhaps two. I need to tell people the importance of self-esteem, confidence. I want to share my trials and tribulations with the other young women in the world, in America. Every growing girl that sees and admires the unrealistic women on TV, I want to lift her up and show her the real beauty that lies in strong mothers. I want to educate these teenagers and tell them that there is so much more to offer to the world than just her body. I want, I want, I want...the impossible.
*big, heavy sigh*
Today, I found out that I overdrew my bank account. Hmm...sixteen and already overdrawing bank accounts. Not good. What lies in the future for me? I never understood why my mom would always say, "Tell them they had better cash that check soon" when she would write a check for me. Well NOW I know. I wrote a check for my debate t-shirts way back when I was bankin'. Well...then I bought a plane ticket, some knick-knacks, paid the mortgage, paid my phone bill, bought some food, bought a yacht, withdrew some cash for private pleasures...until I only had about $4 left. Only I didn't know. And in the back of my mind, I was thinking about that floating debate t-shirt check. I just KNEW they were going to cash it the DAY before I cashed my paycheck. And they did. The audacity of those t-shirt makers. How dare they?
Yep. So it bounced. Or not really. My bank paid the bill then charged me the rest. Luckily I didn't have an overdraft fee. But next time, next time I will. I can't tell whether to laugh or cry. Is my credit affected at all by my carelessness? Am I already in the negatives before I even get my first credit card or student loan? How embarrassing...
Anyway, perhaps my next blog will be all about me. You have to know my family, my life, me. In order to understand me, you have to know me. So I'll consider it.
Man, stupid t-shirt company. It's all their fault.
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