Innopropriate PDA makes me uncomfortable. It’s just so weird I mean can’t they keep it wraped up untill there aren’t 30 sets of eyes all around them. Also I never know if you should tell someone that there is something extremely wrong with their appearance, like boogers or food in their teeth… My this week went by fast!!!
Yeterday was My birthday
So yesterday was My bday, i turned 22 yrs old. Despite what a good day I was having I kinda threw a fit at night and I dont really know why… Maybe it was just mixed emotions or some sort of awkward feeling. Maybe it was just boredum, I mean it’s been too much of the same thing and I must wait for some sort of spectacular change to alter the repetitive ordinary tht led me to my fit. I don’t know why people are afraid of change, I mean I’m pretty sure that if you really wanted to you could make this go back to the way they are, so why not take a chance on something different. You’d be surprised!
Watching American Idol rerun
it’s crazy how the simple act of giving those ordinary people a golden ticket allows them to feel the rush of having someone believe in your talent. Where this tiny window of possibility opens up, and suddenly the gust of wind that flows in is the feeling of your biggest dreams at arms length. And then I remember so abruptly that on this show, only one person will win!! That’s good tv for ya!!!
I started a new semester at school…
and my friend told me something interesting that his professor shared with him. I thought it was completely interesting and I’ve got to share it.
So the story begins with Professor N. telling the students that out of his 30+ years of teaching, only one method has proven to be effective, and it’s a secret that he only shares with his students. He then explained to them that he discovered it when he was in college and he had a class with one of the most intelligent persons he had ever encountered, she was the school’s top student. He became obsessed with uncovering her methods, and how she came to be so smart. Professor N. proceeded to follow her every move for days and days. Mind you this seems stalker like, I know, the fact that he decided to share this is beyond me. Anyhow, after a couple weeks of following her, he caught her talking to herself one night, and she was reviewing everything she had learned that day, in a very strange way. Professor N. then requested that the students make up and imaginary friend, who they would name Charlie. He told them they had to go home every night, and explain to or teach, if you will, Charlie everything they had learned that day. He said that this was the girl’s secret for being such an outstanding student.
Now I can’t help but try this out, for the story was so bazaar it just might work!