Pet Peeves, Even The Word Peeve Annoys Me

Becky has been posting up the wazoo, and what do I have? Two depressing poems, not enough I decided. Okay, so I am going to let out some anger on certain points today, what some would call pet peeves. This list could possibly go on forever, so I will keep it to some of the main ones, ones I've been thinking about lately.

People who give Christmas decorations to you for Christmas. Like you need more wooden santa claus', nutcrackers, and mismatchy ornaments to lay around your house. People who do not know how to use circles, yield does not mean stop people. Someone saying that they will do something, or be somewhere, or call you, or some other such thing, and then not doing that thing, and even worse when they don't acknowledge that they did not do that thing. Clothes on animals, it's ridiculus. Skinny girls that whine about being fat, when they aren't. When someone makes fun of themselves just so you will compliment them. The hiccups. My brother, doesn't matter which one, they've all bothered me at one point or another in my life. The word doughnut, there doesn't seem to be just one certain way for a doughnut place to spell it, make up your minds doughnut people! People who just whine and whine about Bush being president, shut up please! He's the president, there is nothing you can do about it so stop making us want to chop off our ears because you wont be quiet about it! 7th Heaven, that show should just go away, be gone you annoying Camdons.

Okay, I could go on forever, but you get the idea, so please comment. Tell me your pet peeves, or make fun of mine, whatever pleases you. But now you all know not to whine about being fat, while whining about the president and hiccupping while writing the many variations of the word doughnut while stopped at a yield sign, in my presence. Love you all, have fun naming your pet peeves.

Me with the love of my life. 

This is Jen, she's my newest. I got part of the design off of FFX2. She's my new Favorite. 

Okay, I'm a Natalie copycat. Here's a pic I drew. I'm not sure whether I am naming the clothes or the girl. I'll leave that up to you. But I enjoy drawing all the same and I would love some feedback on technique. The body doesn't look right and I can't figure out what it is that I am doing wrong or how to fix it. I seek your inteligence. 

Honey, Sweety, Pumpkin, Cupcake, could you pass me the sugar?

Terms of endearment. You got them, I want to hear them. I find it odd how people will make up nicknames that are usually food products and use this name as an endearing term to their significant other. Why do we make up new names? Why are they usually food products? Do you know the muffin man?
Being a recipient of many "honeys" from my mother, I dispise the name mostly because it is not unique, everyone and their dog can be "honey" to my mother. Then we are all just lemmings walking around with the same name. Darn you lemmings, you addicting game you!
I want to know the strangest and most common terms of endearment that you have used, are using, or have been used on you.
Personally, my favorite is "peanut butter girl," that would be me.

Isn't it about...

It pulls like the wind against rocks
It stretches out farther than a rubber band
The longer it gets, the more blurry it becomes
It hurts, it heals, it kills
The more thought about it is the more it is felt
It is not visible, not tangable, not audible
It rolls continuously, but it's ends don't meet

This is what comes of too much time at the roller rink. 

Meloncholy

Sometimes the world is moving so fast that you can feel the whirr of time passing you by. Days become weeks and weeks, months, and months years. Usually time feels like this to me, a whirr. But recently it has been more of a snail pace. Where I can feel every second, every minute, hour and day going by, and it seems to take an eternity. It seems that the more that you look at a clock and watch time, the slower it goes.
There are those moments that you want to last forever, you want every second to last a long time because then you are more likely to remember it forever. But the more you want to remember every second, the more it seems to seep through your fingers like sand in a seive and no matter how much you grasp at the sand, it will seep through the cracks.
But then there are the other moments that no matter how hard you want to forget and not see the repeating cycle of images in your mind, you can't be rid of them. They keep appearing and reappearing no matter what you do to try and block them. Why is that? Why is it so difficult to remember what you want and forget what you do not wish to remember.
It puts an entirely different skew on time, because time can really only be gauged by the mind. Granted our bodies feel the passing of time, but it is our mind that retains the daily recollection of time. So time is really only what we want it to be and the slowing or quickening of time is no more than that which our mind tells us it is. Yet we are still unable to manipulate it.
You can't escape from time, it is always there, counting down and commanding the lives of almost everyone. Have to be on time to school, work, there is a certain time when you will be hungry, tired. Time really is what directs our lives. Without it, we would all be lost. I for one cannot go an entire class period without glancing at the clock at least 17 times. Just to countdown the minutes until I am able to leave.
What if we were back in days of yore when time was gauged by the sun? How cool would that be because you could be late to work and blame it cloudy weather or something. How cool would that be?
Is time precious? Is it of value? Do we appreciate the time that we have for each moment? I know that I wish all the time for my time in school to fly by so that I will be able to be finished and done with it. Does this mean that by wishing for time to fly that I am not appreciating the moments that I have here in college? College ideally only occurs once and people who are old talk about it like it was thier glory days, their chance to be free. Does this mean I am abusing my time to be free? Once out of college will my sense of freedom be stripped from me? Because if you ask me, I feel restrained and obligated by classes and work and finances while in college and I have this unrealistic picture of the real world being a skip through the daisies.
Does it ever get easy? Will I ever be able to rest? Or do I work so hard for so long towards a goal only to continue the cycle by working just as hard towards a new goal. Will a final goal ever be achieved in this life? Or is it a continuous struggle? I guess that only time can tell.

Me me me. 

Brr... It's cold in here

It wasn't until after I had gotten up, showered dressed and left the apartment that I realized that there is mounds of snow on the ground. I wasn't prepared for the cold and the sight of the snow considering that when I went to bed last night there was not a trace of snow on the dead yet surprisingly green grass. I of course gesticulated my surprise with "what the gna..mna.sn.."
I knew that it was going to snow eventually and that the happiness of a snowless season would soon draw to an end, but it still surprises me when the inevitable appears. I believe that this is what they call denial.
In addition, the snow creates for unhappy living conditions. First of all, all the drivers on the road suddenly have a stroke because they cannot for the life of them remember how to drive in the snow. Although it has probably been less than a year since the last time that they drove in the snow, that knowledge seems to have left their brains. Leaving only two types of drivers: The over cautious driver that goes 25mph in a 50mph zone because they are so scared and they think they will die or the universe will implode if they go faster and the overzealous driver who doesn't remember that snow is slippery and tires will spin. These two drivers cause traffic and accidents or traffic accidents. No good can come from this and it forces me to allow more driving time to get places. I get mad, I get mad, I get mad, everybody gets mad.
The snow is also noncompatible with my footgear choices. I don't have the proper foot attire for the winter season. In highschool the only thing that I wore with every outfit was tennis shoes. I have since discovered that this is not always appropriate or matching and have moved into the world of open toed shoes. But I have yet to cross the boundary of boots. Leaving me with either missmatched shoes or frozen toes. A troublesome dilema. But I've decided that somehow I will perservere and make it through the snow. But I am bitter about it.
I know that there are wonderful aspects to snow: snowball fights, snow angels, snow forts, whitewashes. But I just haven't yet found the time to enjoy the snow I hope that very soon I will. Oh yeah and sledding, you can't forget a good sledding.

You people hardly ever do anything on this blog!

Okay, so I checked this thing forever ago and it was the same as it is right now. That means you peoples aren't really doing much with the blog, in short, yur boring! And meems, i dont see one single thing from you, so get with the program woman. K so here's a depressing poem i just wrote for english, i love writing depressing poems to turn into a teacher, they usually like the perky crap better so thus the funness.

Think Of Me As I Was

You will never know me,

For I live in a shell.

It does not allow you to see,

My merciless hell.

Inside I will stay,

Never coming out for air.

Never to see the light of day,

Because I cannot care.

You have never been here,

To this place of utter sadness.

You will never have to fear,

This oncoming madness.

My soul cries out,

In the wake of this confusion.

I cannot help but doubt,

That I can escape seclusion.

The pain will never end,

The fear will never leave.

If you could only lend,

A moment of reprieve.

So think of me as I was,

For I left long ago.

That person is gone because,

I fight an unseen foe.

Alone forever will I dwell,

Asleep and never waking.

In this unending hell,

A hell of my own making.