Sunday, December 2, 2012

Survey Survey!

Because I had nothing better to do at 1 am. Except I'm posting it now, because I fell asleep before I finished it.

If Abe Lincoln and George Washington got into a fight who’d win?
That's a silly question. Everyone knows Abe is a super star vampire slayer. Did you see him swinging that ax in the commercials? Someone needs to study up on their history.

Are you dating anyone?


Love at first sight?
It can happen! At least I think so.

What do you think about love? If single, what are you looking for?
If it happens it happens. It isn't something that should be forced. Like I don't want to date just for the sake of dating. It should have deeper meaning than that, and there should be both an emotional and an intellectual connection. It'd be nice to date someone that can hold a good conversation. I don't like being clingy either, there should be mutual trust in a relationship. It'd also be nice if he had a quirky sense of me! Well he'd probably be funnier than me, I'm not terribly funny. But falling in love unexpectedly, for someone you'd never thought you'd like, that's cool  to.  

If zombies are dead, how can they walk? Their bodies shouldn’t function at all.
My pancreas doesn't work. That's a life sustaining organ. So technically that makes me part zombie? Bam. Question take down.

What's on your mind RIGHT NOW?
Does everyone see the color blue as the exact same color as me? Like is it possible for different people to see the same color but see it in a slightly different shade? Maybe my thoughts only makes sense to me. Right, I was filling out a survey here.

If you had a snail that could magically grant wishes, what would you name it?
I wouldn't use one of my wishes to name a snail. If anything the snail would be trying to sell me something. It'd probably try to convince me to buy Crocs or something. Or a lifetime supply of Mountain Dew, which I haven't had for years. No, it would be selling a litter of abandoned puppies that I don't have enough money to buy. That would be sad. That snail wouldn't grant me a wish. And he would be named Sheldon. 

What makes you the happiest?
Drinking tea/coffee with a blanket and reading a good book. Running or listening to music. Being surrounded by nature. I love nature. Annnd being creative (yay writing!) or helping others out.

You collect....
Comics, quotes, postcards, buttons/pins

Let me guess, you're blond.
Ouch...that's ok. Technically I'm Strawberry-blond.

Someone just stole your ice cream cone!
Oh. Well that's okay, whatever. If they want to be mean that's their problem. 

Where do you want to be in 5 years?
Graduated from college. I'd like to have a husky! Maybe grow my own garden. Hopefully by then I would've seen more of the world. I'd like to have a job of course. Hopefully I'll still be writing. 

What's a quirky thing about you?
Hold on, let me get the list out. I'm just full of quirky. I like eating my fruit cold. I always move the apples to the refrigerator to keep them cold. And sometimes I'm oddly energetic.
What is your guilty pleasure?
Fuzzy socks. Fuzzy blankets. 

What are common things that are said to you?
"Try to concentrate." "Spacey much?" "You smile too much." "That's random." "You're very quiet sometimes." "Answer your phone/Did you get my text?" "You're...very excited today. Did you have coffee?" "Are you sure you won't get lost? Never mind, just leave your house really early." "That's a different perspective." "You're good at listening."

What's an embarrassing moment?
I was listening to a comedian on my ipod at the pool and I couldn't stop laughing. Everyone must have thought I was crazy, since they just saw me listening to my ipod. Good times...

Do you like to party?
I'm more of an introvert, but I love meeting new people and going to parties. And dancing! But I like books.

If you had the chance to go back in time for 24 hours, where and when would you go?
Paris. 1920's. I'd walk around Paris in the rain.  I'd meet F. Scot Fitzgerald and Zelda, Ernest Hemingway, maybe Josephine Baker or Picasso. No, actually I'd like to meet Shakespeare and Jane Austen.

Who do you like better, Bill or Ted? Why?
Ted. It sounds like a friendlier name. Reminds me of a teddy bear. 

What's your favorite type of soda?
Diet Dr. Pepper! Most people think it's Diet Coke, but that's because it's usually the only diet drink available. 

What is one thing you'd change about yourself?
My sneeze. It's very loud. 

If you were on death row, what would your last meal be?
Ahhh why am I on death row? I'd probably eat ice cream or guacamole and a burrito. Mexican food is delish.

You have the choice to live with a gorilla who knows sign language or a dog who sings lullabies, which do you choose?
Dog! I'm a dog person. Monkeys scare me.

What did you do yesterday?
Make an angry face at my dog to see if her facial expression would change. Then smile, to see her reaction. That made my day. My dog just got really excited and thought she was getting a treat. She got one. That's probably a weird thing to do, but it was fun.

Any last comments or questions?
Snails are more awkward than turtles. Awkward snail.

What would chairs look like if our knees were on the back of our legs?
I'm trying to picture this in my head...I can't. Wait. We end on this? Aw.

The Pancake Flop

Well at least we didn't burn the school down.

My partner and I attempted to make paleo pumpkin pancakes. Basically they just didn't have flour in them. It was a recipe my culinary teacher made up, since she doesn't eat grains or anything processed. While everyone made fluffy crepes, we had volunteered to make this special recipe.

Let's just say it was a mess. While our pancakes were far from light and fluffy, we did manage to melt the spatula. The butter didn't melt all the way either, so the batter was questionable. Both my partner and I were hesitant to try our experiment. My teacher, however, was brave enough to try it. She liked it, or at least pretended to for our sake. Honestly, I'm not sure they were safe to eat.

I like to cook. I like to make food for people, because it makes people happy. It's like a hobby. This pancake flop was the first time I had really failed at cooking. And this, readers, is not acceptable. Nope. Nopers. Nope. Of course this left me with only option: make the pancakes at home to prove that I can still, in fact, cook. Proceed carefully.

I followed the steps precisely. You couldn't flip over the pancakes because of the no-flour thing. I broke this rule and flipped them anyways. You know, since I'm such a rebel. But last time I tried to cook them at culinary they were a half-burned, half-under cooked mess. Some sort of mutant creature from planet Don't Make Me Eat That.

Success! The pumpkin pancakes were actually edible. Most of them. And now my confidence in my cooking has been somewhat restored. Kinda. But that's not the point. They were pretty good pancakes. Mistakes have never tasted so great.

Two days later I'll look back at this post and think Really? Did I really write that? Paleo pumpkin pancakes. Maybe I was just really hungry when I wrote this. Moving on...

In that case, I leave you with a random song.

Favorite quotes: "It's unstoppable!" "Save us from the lumpy thing!"

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Why Run a 5K?

It's hard to believe all that's happened this year. The holidays often make us think of past years, our last Thanksgiving or Christmas, or the people that were with us then. I've changed so much since last December. Christmas, after all, was right before my life unraveled. I was totally unprepared for what I was about to go through. If you've read Battlefield, this is probably old news. As for an update, I have done some volunteering, went on a walk for diabetes, and have good control once more.

I just read a story about a 6 year old girl who almost died from diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA). She was thought to have the flu, but it was diabetes that was making her sick. DKA is caused by extremely elevated blood sugars and usually requires immediate hospitalization. The doctors told her family to say their goodbyes, she had been losing consciousness, but luckily she was able to pull through. It's hard to hear others go through struggles like that-it's devastating for a family. No parent wants to have their child go through that.

I had a similar experience with severe DKA a couple months ago, and my body almost shut down. It's this experience that caused me to become fearful, and to give up the fight you might have read in Battlefield. It took me till early October to tell my parents about the experience; I was home alone when it happened. My parents knew that I was suffering from anxiety (turns out it was blood sugar related) and not checking my blood sugar. They didn't know about the heart issues or how my vision would blur. Or how my muscles would freeze up every night, and the mornings I woke up numb and confused. A couple days after the experience, I didn't know how to bring it up to them. At first I didn't want them to worry. Then I felt like it was too late to talk about it. I should have been hospitalized for DKA that day, but instead I accidentally overdosed in a hazy panic to lower my blood sugar. Overdosing caused me to have a severe hypoglycemic episode, and that's when it got dangerous. All the insulin hit at once.

I almost fell asleep, the crash caused me to be become disoriented. Somehow I got myself up and wandered downstairs and into the garage. Almost lost consciousness there and started to go back to my room, but I couldn't walk straight or keep my balance. Or bend my fingers, I had no use of them. I didn't realize my situation until I lost my sense of touch and taste. My tongue was strangely tingly, and the sensation itself was overpowering. My blood was nearly the consistency of water when I pricked my finger. Even though I knew now what was happening, I couldn't open any of the containers. I couldn't lift the milk container, so I dropped it, and I started to forget what I was doing. Eventually I was able to find something that wasn't in a package or a container, and at that point had to practically inhale sugar. At one point I picked up a phone, but had trouble pressing the buttons and remembering any numbers. Basically I was a 100 year old woman with a 17 year old soul. Or a mindless zombie, searching for sugar instead of flesh. Take your pick.

By the time my parents got home in the evening, my blood sugars were in the 200's and I was exhausted. The rest you probably know. But if I had fallen asleep in my bed, which I almost did, my parents probably wouldn't have found me in time. Considering my symptoms, the amount of time it took for my blood sugar to rise, and the fact my meter couldn't even register my blood sugar at first, there's no way I could have woken up on my own. I almost blacked out several times in the kitchen, which would've been safer because it would've been obvious that I was unconscious and not simply sleeping.

So I decided a couple months ago to run a 5K. I've always been afraid to run a 5K because of my diabetes and the risk involved. But I can't truly say diabetes doesn't stop me from anything until I do. So now I'm turning into a health nut, and I'm going to run the 5K in the spring. Diabetes has taught me not only to value life, but to persevere and to be ambitious. In order for there to be change, there needs to be action. Wishing didn't change my situation, but action did. It's hard, and you have to face your demons, but it's worth it. And I'm not perfect. I can be stubborn. Occasionally I need someone to throw bricks at my head. I avoid conflict like the plague, though conflict usually isn't a problem. I can be too quiet at times, sometimes too hyper. But I'm always learning, and that's how it should be. I laugh at my mistakes all the time, I make lots of them. I'm fine being imperfect, because life isn't about being perfect. It's about creating moments, helping others, and enjoying the small things. It's about a journey with no destination. I'm so thankful to be healthy again, to be able to feel like myself, and I'm thankful for amazing family and friends. I could have avoided so many health problems if I had only been open with my parents, and that's a lesson I'll never forget.

I guess most people figure there's only one major hill to get over in life, just one challenge, and then everything will be fine. But often times we're put through trial after trial before we come into the clear. I'm in the clear, and I'm running.

Friday, November 16, 2012


See that person over there? Yeah, the one that's reading that map upside-down. Kinda has a confused look. Holding a cup of coffee in one hand. Ohhh, that's going to be hard to clean up. That person just dropped their coffee. Wow. What a klutz. I'm pretty sure some of the coffee even got on the map. That's embarrassing.

Who is that person?

Well, that would be me.

As I mentioned before in my Why North? post, I am very directionally-challenged. That is, if "directionally-challenged" is a word. I make up words sometimes. It's okay. Shakespeare made up words too. Words such as blushing, jaded, lonely, zany and worthless. But I'm getting off on a tangent.

Wednesday night. 5:30 pm. 

My friend and I are driving on the highway. We were on our way to go to our youth leader's house. Wait, weren't we supposed to get off on I-25? Check the phone. Oh. This is bad. Hold on, the phone's rerouting.

Siri: Turn right at the next exit.
Me: Okay. Okay. Siri knows what to do.
Friend: Yeah, let's trust Siri!
Me: So glad we have Siri. Siri won't panic.
Friend: Yeah.
Me: Yeah.

Friend: Is that an airplane?
Me: I think we're heading to the airport...

20 minutes later. Now in Look a Cow, Colorado. In other the middle of nowhere.

Siri: Turn right and return to civilization as soon as possible.
Friend: Why are we always getting lost?
Me: It's me, I know it. I'm a bad luck charm. I'm always getting lost.
Siri: Are you listening to me anymore? Turn right. Listen to me.
Friend: Remember that time we got lost going to so and so's house?
Me: We lost Siri. Now what?

10 minutes later. 

Friend: We found it! We found the house!
*Insert excitement here*
Siri: Continue 1.3 miles and turn right to arrive at your destination.

Moral of this short story...uh...don't trust Siri.

Friday, September 28, 2012


A short break from the usually not very serious, sometimes quirky posts that are found on this blog.

 Living with diabetes is a constant balancing act: balancing blood sugars, insulin doses, carb counting, site changes, always making sure you have your supplies. I'd be lying if I told you that I had been in control of my diabetes for the past year. I promised myself when I was diagnosed that I would never allow my type 1 diabetes to control me or prevent me from doing what I love. I kept this promise for 9 years, living a healthy and active lifestyle, until this last year. I lost my balance.

As junior year progressed I allowed my blood sugars to slip out of control. I wasn't sleeping well and was stressed over my classes, so I began to forget about checking my blood sugar and giving myself insulin doses. I made it through 1st semester finals, but soon afterwards everything went downhill. Most people think that being diabetic means a few shots a day and a change in diet, when in reality it affects every aspect of a person's life. My blood sugar range was anywhere from 50-600's. To translate, a diabetic nightmare.  Low blood sugars really put a whole new meaning to "being out of it". When you're blood sugars are low, it can be hard to even formulate words or think clearly. I was in the mid-high 600's when I was diagnosed with diabetes. If I wasn't low, my blood sugar was at least 300, and towards the end of the semester it was in the 400's. I felt sick all summer and 2nd semester, and some days even the most simple tasks seemed impossible. It got to the point where I never wanted to check my blood sugar, because I didn't want to see that 600 or HI displayed on my meter. I tried not to eat for a short while, but I eat a low-carb diet anyways and that made little difference. The stomach pains, the irregular heartbeat and low energy levels to the inability to concentrate and nausea only made it that much harder for me to push through my classes. By the time I was done with that chemistry final I was in full zombie mode.

Living a life centered around a balancing act had become increasingly frustrating. Letting my diabetes go haywire was my attempt at trying to forget I was diabetic. As if not taking care of it would make life simple again. After reading through several diabetic blogs (D-blogs) I realized that there are a lot of type 1's out there that have had thought about giving up control, "another way to look at it is if you were driving along the busy highway and decided, 'this has been an awfully long drive I think I will just STOP' well you can stop if you want, you know how to stop- just step on the breaks, however, with that come the consequences of a. being a badly injured or b. dying. You can't just stop on the highway without consequences" (Kayla's Life Notes). I can't figure out how to say it any better than Kayla.

I didn't let myself believe that my diabetes was out of control. I tried to re-balance my blood sugar many times, only to lean too far right or left and end up feeling like my efforts made no difference. My control has been better since the summer, but it's far from great.

I realize now that I've never been an advocate for myself. I never tell my teachers if my blood sugar is high or low unless I really have to, and figure I'll be fine taking that test with a high blood sugar. The reason is that I don't want to make my disease an excuse for doing poor on a test, for explaining my behavior when experiencing a severe blood sugar, or use it as an excuse for constantly tripping over words when talking to a stranger. I've had a lot of people, as in 5 or 6, tell me that that they never realized I was diabetic until this school year now that I've started checking my blood sugar more. It's just something I never talk much about unless I'm asked, even though it's something I think about constantly.

The thing that bothers me the most is that I'm blessed enough to have all the supplies I need to keep my diabetes in control and yet there are underprivileged kids with this genetic disease that don't have access to this technology. I have this technology and hardly used it. I'm blessed to have a supportive family, blessed to have a pump, to have insulin. I let my diabetes attack me because I was tired of fighting an uphill battle, but it's no excuse for being stubborn. I've had this disease for 10 years after all.

Everything happens for a reason, and my struggle with diabetes has made me stronger. Diabetes changed me, and inspired me to help others and be more involved in the diabetic community-whether it's the online community or in real life. Or educate those that don't know anything about the disease. I remember feeling so lost when I was first diagnosed; I felt blind and isolated. If I can help at least one person by sharing my experiences, then that's enough. Adding to the list: participating in more research studies and volunteer opportunities that come my way. Maybe I'll even me a counselor at a type 1 diabetes camp for children. Or as a career, become a nutritionist or dietitian.

Sharing this post, my experience, is motivation to get back on track. And in a way it's also a public declaration of my intention of keeping that promise I made to myself when I was younger. While it's impossible for any diabetic to have perfect control of their blood sugars, it doesn't mean we have to give up on our own dreams or goals or let diabetes control us and who we are. I didn't have a choice in living with type 1 diabetes-no one would choose this disease. But I do have a choice in my attitude. I can spend every day asking the question why do I have to be diabetic? or I can live every day by being an example of how someone can live his/her life to the fullest and overcomes every day challenges with a positive attitude. Diabetes doesn't define me, I won't let it define me, and I won't allow it control my life again. Life's a battlefield-but diabetes isn't going to take me down.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012


In celebration of finally finding my lost ipod, which was hiding behind the printer, I've decided to post a few of my favorite country songs. I used to dislike country in middle school, but somewhere between braces and glasses to contacts and driving a car, country music became one of my favorite genres. Not saying I'm all out country-there's still some songs that are a little too bluegrass for me. But there are some decent songs. Don't believe me? Then I urge you to listen to some of the songs below. Listed in no particular order. Oh and ipod, it's so good to have you back. Thanks for disappearing for a few weeks.

Boondocks by Little Big Town

Take a Back Road by Rodney Atkins

American Saturday Night by Brad Paisley

Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland
This music funny yet disturbing!

Boondocks by Little Big Town

A Little More Country Than That by Easton Corbin

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Wacky Tacky

My English teacher dressed up as a hippie today. I didn't recognize that it was her blowing bubbles while sitting on a blue rug by my classroom door. She was even wearing a wig. I thought the bongos were a nice touch.

Today's theme for Homecoming week was decades day. Most people wore tie dye or dressed as a hippie, some senior girls went cavewoman. I saw a Clint Eastwood on Monday-Western day. Some guy dressed up as a pirate. Chicken Fried by Zac Band Brown was played in almost every class, which I'm cool with. That's quality music right there. It's one of my favorite songs actually. And you know your Government teacher has a sense of humor when he plays the Barbie Girl song on Wacky Tacky day.

My hearing will most likely by permanently impaired on Friday, when the senior girls have the privilege of scaring the freshies and running through the halls screaming and cheering as loud as possible. No doubt almost every car in the parking lot will be tagged with "13ow Down," "Obey" and "Sennniiors" before school evens starts. Not to mention the assembly, which involves the senior class shouting down the rest of the school and beating the freshmen, sophomores and juniors at every game. It's just tradition. Being a senior definitely has it's benefits.

Today also happens to be my birthday, no biggie. But unlike my peers, I'm not spending the night TPing the Junior girls. Instead, I have been busy talking to representatives at an insulin pump fair. It's not as bad as it sounds. I won't bore you with details, but I'm pretty excited about getting a new pump. You can only get a new pump every 4-5 years because of insurance and whatnot, so it's a huge decision. Biggest hang-up? What color I should get. I'm thinking either blue or pink. I was surprised, this pump actually looks like it was invented sometime during this decade. Improvement!

Sunday, September 16, 2012


While we're on the topic of nonsense words, I'd just like to announce that my house is slowly becoming Ikea-ized. Another new word to add to the dictionary, but there's not really a better way to describe this trend.

Ikea is a Swedish store that sells everything you could possibly need to furnish a house, and it even has it's own grocery store. The key word here is Swedish. My family couldn't resist. The store is extremely large-I'm convinced that there's several customers that get lost in there and never see the light of day again. Which isn't that big of a problem, Ikea has everything you could possibly need and want. You could become an Ikean, sleep on a different bed every night and eat Swedish meatballs to your heart's content. I never liked their Swedish meatballs, but most people like them.  Eventually so many people would get lost in this maze of furniture you could create your own little town. The person that has been living there the longest gets to be mayor.

Back to my Ikea-ized house. First it was the recliners, then the curtains, then part of the basement and then the couch. I open up the cupboard-bam! Every package is written in Swedish. Or almost every package. Welches has been replaced by Sylt Lingon, regular chips by Uffa Da chips. My backpack has not escaped from this takeover, Ikea is written all over it. My drawing pad also sports a nice and somewhat large Ikea label. Not saying that I don't like Ikea. It has some cool stuff for really good price. And besides Swedish hot dogs, mashed potatoes and meatballs-the food is pretty decent. Well, the foods I've tried.

So, who all wants to play hide-n-seek in Ikea?

Yet another question: what would happen if you released all these cats in a Ikea store...?

Saturday, September 15, 2012


I just really like this picture. So fantasical.
3'o clock am. What am I doing? No, that was a rhetorical question. Good guess though-I do actually own a How to Rule the World handbook, but I was reading something else at the time. In fact, I was going through the poems I had written my sophomore year. Some of them are rather embarrassing, and I'm determined to rewrite these poems fairly soon. However I did come across one poem that I really like. The poem was inspired by the infamous poem, The Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll. Carroll's poem puts mine to shame, but I shall post mine nonetheless. Basically the poem is filled with made-up words, or "nonsense" words that tell a story. The Jabberwocky is one of my favorite poems. There's your random nerd fact of the day. Well here it goes, my sad attempt at trying to be poetic.

In Kingdom Trimel
By: Me

'Tis brentance that tele this tale,
Of despicady,
And maht.

It was a sable day,
And everyone was in a quick-quack.
For the kimble king was to return,
With the mayen men and his bride-to-be,
The new quare queen!

There was to be a japperlappy festival,
To celebrate this minsoval.
With songs of Jipah, and foods from Tilak.
No one could disagree,
That this was an impopan day indeed.

The plar, however, was in a rage.
Nothing was going right.
The cook had zipare,
And the mufamees and the relarees could not play.
For their prized ringazings belahcoos would not ring.

Among this qiffsta and qiffle,
Was a yuppster lad named Dave.
Unlike everyone else,
He was warifee and wagadee.
It was he that would save the day.

Now Dave wasn't a cesier or a therince.
Our hero was about as ablain as ablain can be.
He just happened to know a few things.
By now you've probably guessed,
That Dave cured the cook,
And fixed the belahcoos so that they sang.

He did just that, and much more.
Dave, the ablain yuppster,
Who used to live just down the lane,
Saved the kimble king at the festival
When he about drank a sikud drang.

If the king had drank the drang,
There would have been many treves,
In the kingdom Trimel,
Mourning over the end of King Armel.
Now the yuppster lad is no longer ablain,
He is a hero.
We call him Dave.

Simple and nonsensical. I'm such a poet.

Friday, September 7, 2012

On the Radio

You know that moment. You're driving in the car, humming along to a familiar song, when suddenly a brand new song pops up on the radio. And it's pretty catchy. By the end of the little tune you already decided that it's your new favorite song. I mean, it just sounds so good! For the rest of the day that song is stuck in your head. You don't even know who is the singer is, haven't heard his voice before, but it's a super addicting song. The first thing you do when you get home is look up the song, hoping to find it on radio's website so you could figure out the name and title.

And that's when the embarrassing truth is uncovered. Your new favorite song? Justin Bieber. As Jane from 27 Dresses puts it, I felt "like my favorite love song was written about a sandwich." This, of course, was awhile back when the song first came out. I'm not a Bieber-hater or "Belieber" but his songs just really aren't my style. My current favorite bands have been Imagine Dragons and Mumford & Sons, just so you know.

I have also recently discovered Spotify-which is some "social" radio that is connected to Facebook and spams all of your friends with every song you listen to. It's really quite nice...except for the spamming thing. Spotify has become my new iTunes, so I suppose that qualifies as my latest addiction. Spotify library grows by about 30 songs per day. Guess this is what happens when you're suddenly without insane amounts of homework. I need to get a life. I mean, a nerd without any homework? Now I actually have time to do things after school...

I'll just spend the next hour or so adding new songs to my library while I think of things to do with my life.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Common Questions

A post on common questions people ask me about having diabetes...this is probably the best introduction I've ever written for a post. Go me :D

...On the Pump

My pump model-so fashionable
Can you play games on that? Always asked by the guys. Sorry it doesn't have pacman on'll have to resort to the games on your graphing calculator to survive another hour of math.

Is that a pager? Okay, okay. I know my pump looks like it was made in the 90's or whatever, but what teenager uses a pager? Ah what can I say...I'm behind the times.

What happens if I press that button? Depends on which button you're pointing to. I don't recommend pressing random buttons-it'll yell at you if you do. No really, it gets angry and makes lots of beeping noises. Might explain why some people think its a pager.

...Are you sure you can't play games on that? Um, yeah. Kinda disappointing.

....On Everything Else

Does that pokey-thing hurt? My poker is a device I use to draw blood to check my blood sugar throughout the day. You get used to it, although it can leave scars on your fingers if you're not careful.

Woah that's a cool device thing! Can I check my blood sugar? If you want to, I'd have to change the needles for sanitation reasons.

Actually I changed my mind! I'm freaking out. I'll just watch you do it.  That's fine too. 

Will you die if you eat too much sugar? Technically, yes. Very few diabetics die from high blood sugars though. I'd have to eat an unreasonable amount of sugar without giving myself insulin and get extremely sick as a result. High blood sugars aren't as dangerous as low blood sugars-it's a very very slim risk. I'd realize my blood sugar was way too high before that could happen. Anyways, best to stay away from the super sugary foods in general (aka regular pop, doughnuts, anything screaming HEY CARBS EAT ME! I don't eat all that cake I bake and decorate-I just like making cakepops and food for people).

So what are low and high blood sugars like? Ah I could write several posts on I'll just sum it up.

    Low blood sugars (60 or below)-Impaired judgement, dizziness, confusion, trembling, fatigue, anxiety, inability to focus, numbness in mouth and tongue (can cause slurred speech or just harder to communicate in general), etc...
    High blood sugars (180 or above)-Increased thirst, fatigue, difficulty concentrating, abdominal pain, just totally out of it etc..

Wait, there's two types? Most people know there are two types but don't know the difference. And there are some that don't know there are two types at all. Type 1 (the one I have) is genetic, Type 2 is related to obesity but some thin people are known to get it.

Do you miss being non-diabetic? To be honest I don't really remember what it's like not having diabetes! Can't miss what you don't know-although a cure for diabetes would be amazing.

What is your lowest and highest blood sugar? Occasionally every diabetic will have an "off" day (or week) blood sugar wise. My lowest blood sugar was a 20 (happened a couple years ago), my highest being 600 (happened when my pump site didn't work and I didn't realize it). Normal blood sugars are in the 100's. Those were extreme cases! 

How long have you had diabetes? 10 years now! Today is my anniversary-hence the post.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

10th Anniversary

As of tomorrow, I will have had type 1 diabetes for 10 years.

10 years ago I had no clue what it meant to have Type 1 diabetes. I hardly knew that the disease existed. When the doctor said that from now on, my life was going to be completely different, my 7 year old self couldn't quite grasp the reality of the situation. I saw the concern on my parents' faces-I knew how sick I'd been.

I was both confused and scared when I received the news. I was even a little relieved to finally have answers, and to be rid of my biggest fears of what my illness meant. Then I figured that the disease would simply disappear after awhile and the rest would just be an awful nightmare. I wanted to go back to how things were, but it soon became clear this wasn't going to happen. The disease, unfortunately, stuck.

My parents had their work cut out for them. They were the ones that had to give me the shots, remind me to check my blood sugar, to push me into a routine, and to teach me to live a completely different lifestyle. And to be honest, I probably didn't make it much easier for them at the time. I really respect my parents. They were the ones that really helped me understand my situation and grow from it. They have always supported me through the highs and the lows (no pun intended). And I'm blessed to be able to benefit from the medicine and technology that keeps me healthy today. Diabetes affects every aspect of a person's life-emotionally, physically and even socially sometimes. However, having diabetes has caused me to become more aware of my health. It's taught me some valuable lessons-some were hard lessons to learn.

Mostly I'm just thankful that my brother and cousin, both who are at risk for diabetes, haven't developed the disease. Hopefully they never will. And who knows, maybe someday I'll be able to say that I had Diabetes.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Way to Go

Second day of your last year of high school! How did it go?

I kept tripping on flat ground today. Not to self: don't buy cute flip flops if they happen to be a little too big for your feet. Doesn't work out. Go figure! I tripped about 5 or 6 times today, that's almost a record for me. I got flat-tired a couple of times in the halls too. Klutz with over sized flip flops = klutz just might do a face plant on the sidewalk. Not that I actually did a really!

To wear the cute flip flops or not to wear the cute flip flops? That is the question...

Exhibit A: Obviously a high quality picture
The wear on the flip flops is the result of me tripping multiple times. Way to go me, way to go.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Night Owl

About sums up my week

If  I could have conversations with my brain....
1:00 am
Brain: Hey. Hey guess what.
Me: It's one o' clock, I'm going to bed. What?
Brain: Ha! That's funny, because that's not going to happen. Pulling an all-nighter tonight!
Me: There's work tomorrow, remember? I need to sleep.

2:00 am
Brain: You can't go to sleep yet! 
Me: Didn't you see the clock? I'm tired, let me sleep. 
Brain: No. Not happening.
Me: You do realize school starts this Monday?
Brain: Oh shush. Don't complain, go clean your room or something. Honestly, it's a mess.

3:00 am
Me: Okay, really tired now. I cleaned my room.
Brain: You know you've been doing a lot of conversations in your posts lately. Like this one. You should try to be more creative.
Me: Fine, fine. Can I please sleep? 
Brain: I'll think about it.

4:00 am
Brain: What's the meaning of life?
Me: 42. Do you know what's crucial to survival?
Brain: Uh, coffee. Obviously.
Me: This is exactly why I've been staying away from caffeine this summer.

5:30 am
Brain: Sheldor the Conqueror. AFK. That was a great episode.
Me: Stop thinking of Big Bang Theory quotes and let me sleep. Please?
Brain: A neutron walks into a bar and asks how much for a drink. The bartender replies "for you, no charge". Ha! I liked that episode too.
Me: You're impossible.
Brain: If you don't mind, I'd like to stop listening to you and start talking.

6:00 am
Brain: I give you permission to sleep now. Have a nice nap. I'll wake you up in four hours.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Why North?

It's about time I explained the reason behind my pen name, North. Often times in novels, when a character travels south, it is usually a forewarning that their experiences or plans are about to go haywire. South is the direction that you don't want to go, if you happen to be a character in a book. North then, is the direction that one wants to take in life. North is the direction you want to follow. North being truthful, loyal, sincere, etc, etc. I hope that by the time the last chapter of my life is written, my life will ultimately point North. And as a Christian, I know God has many plans for my life. 

I won't insult your intelligence by explaining how north relates to travel. When I was little, as soon as I heard that we were going to take a trip, the first item to pack was always my journal. I wanted to write down every detail-everything I saw and learned on what, to me, was a new and exciting adventure. I knew that by writing down all that I experienced I would keep those memories forever, sealed in black ink. As St. Augustine put it, "the world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page". Traveling has opened my mind and has made me more aware of my world. Sure, I haven't traveled all over the globe, but that doesn't mean my experiences were any less real.

Traveling has sparked other interests in my life as well. Not only does it feed my curiosity and encourage me in my writing, but it has given me an interest to study other cultures. A couple summers ago, I spoke with a bilingual man that knew Hawaiian. He told me that learning a second language was one of the best decisions of his life. As he put it, "learning two languages allows you to see the world in a different light. You see a tree, but you also see a kumula'au1You can express yourself in ways that you never knew you could before, and communicate with people that you otherwise wouldn't have been able to." He was interesting to talk to, and it was sometime after that I began to seriously think about becoming fluent in another language.

In short, North represents my love for writing, my faith, and my curiosity about the world around me. Of course, it was only after I picked this name did I realize the irony in it.

I'm directionally-challenged. I get lost all the time...I'll blame google maps for this.

1 Hawaiian name for tree

Saturday, August 11, 2012

2:00 in the Morning

School starts in a week. And I, being the overachiever that I am, didn't finish my summer homework. Actually I lost the entire packet. I came to this realization last night at 2 in the morning. Since I wasn't going to be getting much sleep anyways, I decided that looking for said packet was my only option.

Spoiler Alert! I didn't find the packet. Really the only thing I accomplished was destroying what once was a fairly clean and organized closet. I did, however, find several items I didn't realize I had.

Things I discovered:

1. A license plate.
2. A twilight book? Wait what. That is definitely not mine. Anyone want it?
3. A shoe I painted in 5th grade (for an art project)
4. Narnia
5. An old collection of CDs. Score!
6. Yeah I didn't really find anything that exciting. I was pretty happy about finding the CDs.

After I successfully tore apart both my closet and desk, I figured it was about time to use the help line. I now have the summer reading packet, thanks to a friend. And now I must end this rather pointless post to read a book on 'How to Read Literature'.

This really is an awful post. I should make it a personal goal not to write after getting only a few hours of sleep. So Reader, here's a random song to listen to.

I have this song on my ipod. It's pretty great.

Friday, August 10, 2012

7 feet, 5 inches

"It says here your daughter is 7 feet, 5 inches tall. We were just calling because we're fairly sure that this in inaccurate."

"Oh it's always been hard finding clothes for my daughter. It's a nightmare trying to find shoes for her. I'm kidding. She's really 5 feet, 7 inches. I can't believe she did that! I'm sorry."

This was a very recent phone conversation my mom had with one of the ladies at the office. Seniors had to give their height at registration-for when we put on those black robes and throw caps into the air. I don't know what was going on in my head when I was at the graduation table. My blood sugar must have been low at the time, either that or I was talking to friends while filling out the forms. Needless to say, I got teased about this. Not that I mind at all. I actually find the whole situation pretty funny. After all, I've always been the tall one in the bunch. It's scary to think that I'm going off to college this time next year. I'm sure my parents, and the office ladies, are thinking exactly the same thing.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Abstract Thinker

I was given a fairly simple task to complete. Put the 3x4 puzzle box together while being timed. Simple. The puzzle pieces I had to use for this puzzle were oddly shaped and twisty. They resembled giant french fries really.

"People with concrete thinking often do very well for this activity. It will test how well you can put 3-D objects together," explained the test overseer. "If you don't test well for this then you're an abstract thinker." This was just one of the many hands-on activities I had to complete for my aptitude test. The test tells you what your natural abilities are, and that will help in figuring out a career. It even tests your tonal and design memory. As someone who has no idea what to do with their life after high school, this was the test I desperately needed to take.

It was about a minute into this particular test when my confidence started to waiver. Thirty seconds later, several pieces fit together. Success! I turned each block over in my hand, trying to ignore the fact the test overseer now had a very bored expression on her face and was attempting to casually glance at the timer in her hand. Three more french fry blocks to put in place. I felt very accomplished by the time the blocks once again formed a cube. Sure I had a rough start, but I think I made up for the lost time in the end. I just might be a concrete thinker after all.

And then the overseer set out a new puzzle box, this one more complicated. I can easily do this. 

I figured it out. Eventually. Although I was totally focused on the puzzle, I'm fairly certain my test overseer got a good nap in while I was at war with the french fry blocks.

Stick figures-I'm, like, so artist
Turns out abstract thinking is typical for people who are good at subjects like English, history and psychology. Abstract thinkers reflect on events and ideas. For example, if there was a female athlete was running while holding a torch the concrete thinker would see the painting in the "here and now." Concrete thinkers are more likely to see the athlete simply as she appeared to be, while an abstract thinker would look at the painting and argue it reflected the painter's values as the woman and torch represented The Statue of Liberty.

And on another note, did you know that the cubicle didn't get it's name from it's shape? It's name is actually derived from the Latin word cubiculum, which means bed chamber. Fun fact.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Workin' It

So my official job title is technically "Gate Guard". It sounds a lot more important than it actually is. Basically I make sure people sign in at the pool, get the occasional band-aid, that sort of thing. Most of the time I just read a book and avoid the sun as much as possible. Apparently having light skin, strawberry-blond hair and blue eyes is a recipe for sunburns, blisters, and lots of aloe. One thing you'll never hear someone say at the pool, "Nice sunburn! Dang, I wish I could burn like that". And despite having 75 spf sunscreen, I'm not going to take any chances.

Oh, did I mention the Weasley family goes to my pool regularly? Yep, you heard be right. Even got a couple autographs. I love my job.

Okay, okay fine. I lied. I didn't get an autograph... and I might have lied about meething the Weasleys too. Sorry. But hey, they could still be a ginger wizard family! You never know. After all, they never seem to get sunburned. They must have found the ultimate sunscreen of sunscreens, or they use magic to protect their skin from the sun. I'm convinced it's the magic.

Sadly, summer is almost over. I have to pick up my schedule of school soon. But on a happy note, I haven't gotten sunburned! I have completed one of my goals for this summer. Mission accomplished.

Post inspired by: Entertaining puppets with bulging eyes.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Hey You!

Hey You! Hey You, come back here! Oh sorry, I'm not talking to you. Hey You, get out of the bushes! That's a bad dog.

The other day I was out walking my dogs when I met someone new on the trail. She was an elderly lady out walking her cute little dog. And her dog had the coolest name-Hey You. Not only did the dog have the best name ever, but it was also a Westie. Westies are one of my favorite breeds, as are Huskies and Shi-tzus. I used to have a Westie when I was little. He liked to eat the couch.

Anyways, Hey You was just about the most adorable thing I've ever seen. He inspired me to name my next dog Hey You...not that I'm planning on getting another tiny fur ball anytime soon. Bowser would also be a fun name for a really small breed of dog. I think it would be cute, but maybe that's the nerd side of me that's talking. I love the Mario characters.

Hey You! (sadly I didn't get an actual picture of him...)

It rained on little on the walk, but it lasted only a couple of minutes. And there was a rainbow! 

No rain, no rainbow
These puppies are affectionate with all little children  Malta
New Discovery: White Teacup Poms. Mini Harp Seals in disguise?
If you buy one, name it Bowser for me. Please. Pretty please.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Squirrels are Weird

Don't get me wrong, squirrels are adorable. And really fluffly. That was a typo, I meant to write fluffy. But honestly I like the sound of fluffly better so I'm not going to correct it.

My neighborhood is overrun with dozens of these furry ADD creatures, Even better? They love to mess with people. Specifically me. When I'm driving. And no, I did not accidentally run a squirrel over with my car. However, squirrels will randomly run in front of my car whenever I'm in the neighborhood.


(couldn't upload the video)

Sometimes the squirrels just like to sit in front of my car, in the middle of the road, and stare at me. This happened to me a couple of days ago. I was driving down my street when one squirrel romped across the road and ran under a parked car, then saw my car coming and suddenly decided the middle of the road was a much better place to hang out. And then we just kinda sat there staring at each other.

It moved...five minutes later.

I'm starting to think it's the same squirrel that's been running in front of my car. It happens all the time. In fact, it's probably the same squirrel that stole my dog's dog bone last year. I looked out the window one day to see a squirrel running across my fence with my dog's bone in its mouth.

Or it could be the squirrel that was stealing jelly beans at the Easter egg hunt. It was eating a handful of candy in a tree. Hopefully no one got rabies. It was kinda insane, although that might have been because of all the sugar it consumed. Pretty sure it was Twitchy's cousin.

Squirrels are weird. And entertaining. But weird.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

The Sun is Shining!

"Morning! It's morning everyone! The sun is shining..."
The sun really isn't shining. It's evening. I just felt it was necessary to insert a Finding Nemo quote somewhere in this post. Why? Because it's a good movie, that's why. And guys, I'm free! Summer is here, no more school! Actually I've been out since Memorial Day, I just sorta forgot to blog and tell you guys that I'm alive. I know most of you probably assumed I didn't survive finals, so I hope that you're happy to find that I'm still alive and well. Oh, and my summer has been going great. I've been babysitting a couple of days. Lost a couple rounds of connect the dots to a 1st grader, but let's not talk about that. I also have another job, and I'm starting an internship on Monday. It's also been rainy here in Colorado, the weather here changes every 5 minutes. And this is probably going to be the shortest post I've ever written. Awww yeah.


Congrats, you've now been updated! I give you permission to go do something else now. Like, read a book or something. That's what I'm gonna do anyways.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Read it with Passion!

"The plays' the thing wherin I'll catch the conscience of the king." Act II Scene ii

"Read it with passion, Jared!" It's only 8:00 in the morning, but it looks like one of us had already made multiple trips to Starbucks before class started. How could a person have so much energy this early in the morning? I glanced over at my teacher, Mrs. F, who held a plastic sword and was pointing it at a stricken student in the front row. We were currently in the process of assigning roles for our dramatic reading of the day, and my teacher was choosing her victims carefully. Mrs. F made Jared practice his lines several times before she was satisfied with his performance. Welcome to my first hour English class. Yesterday Mrs. F stood on a desk waving scissors around her head as she read the infamous poem, "The Rape of the Lock" (no-it's not what you think, some girl just gets part of her hair cut off). We now refer to scissors as forfexs in that class.

For the past couple of weeks, however, the focus of our studies has been Hamlet. Hamlet is one of my teacher's favorite works, which is apparent by her enthusiasm. She is satisfied with our dramatic readings only when we have disrupted the class next door, "louder, louder! You're supposed to be angry here! Make me believe it!" My teacher is known for being one of the most passionate teachers in the school.

Mrs. F swung her sword again, almost hitting a student. "Fabulous job, just fabulous!" she shouted after we finished our reading.  "Oh you're just going to love this next part! Claudius is going to plot Hamlet's death, and Hamlet gets captured by pirates! Isn't that wonderful?" She paused dramatically, waiting for our reactions. Twenty-eight students stare back at her blankly. I was fairly certain the student to my left was drooling in his sleep, but I didn't want to look to be sure. That's when a student spoke up, "did you really cut your hair off on accident when you were reading the Rape of the Lock several years ago?"

"Yes, I did. Now back to Hamlet, who wants to read for Laertes?"

Today I have learned two things. Firstly, that my teacher is pretty good at fencing (yes-she did a demonstration for us). Secondly, that I am undoubtedly in love with the play Hamlet. Or any Shakespearean work for that matter. Although Hamlet is rude to pretty much everyone, he's witty. This play is brilliant. Shakespeare, you are a genius.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Scars Tell Stories

Every scar has its own story. Unfortunately all of my scars I earned in slightly less than heroic ways. For example, I have a four inch scar on my leg. Yes, I did measure it in case you were wondering. Any guess on how I got it?

No, I did not fall down a cliff. That's a close guess though. I haven't ever fallen off a cliff recently, but I've taken a tumble or two from climbing extremely large boulders. I believe the correct term would be called bouldering. As in climbing up a giant rock, hoping you don't fall; and if you do someone might be there to catch you.

Any other guesses? And no, I didn't get this scar from surgery either. Well, since you're begging to know I suppose I'll just tell you.

I got the scar on my leg from running into a chair.

Not many people know this, but the responses from the people I have told are hilarious. "How does someone get a scar from a chair?" Well I don't really know, ask the chair. I'm sure I did something to it in the past that caused its feelings to get hurt, and then in retaliating it left me a scar when I ran into it. What I do know is that I felt a sharp pain when I collided with the thing and by the time I walked to the next class my leg was covered a large amount of blood. The teacher ordered me to go see the nurse, where I spent the next ten to fifteen minutes of my life trying to stop the unending flow of blood.

Some of my friends found my story to be a little pathetic, "that's kinda sad, you should come up with a cool story. Tell people you got attacked by a wild animal!" My friends never fail to give good advice. Others found my story more entertaining, "that sounds like something you'd do!"

Another scar I have is on my wrist. One of my good friends was responsible for this particular scar. It was last summer when I was at the pool with my friends. My friends jumped into the pool, but being stubborn I stood near the edge and tried to gain the courage to get into the cold water. My friend decided to be kind enough to spare me the anxiety of jumping in myself, so instead simply grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the water. I had to get out of the water soon after to stop the bleeding.

Today I might have one more scar to add to my collection. Or should I say scars. My family went on a trip to Mexico over spring break, which is part of the reason I haven't posted in awhile (my apologies). Anyways, today we got home and I went to go get my dogs from my grandparents. My grandparents had five dogs at their house this week, as they were watching my two dogs and my cousins' two dogs also. When I stepped through the door I was immediately greeted by all five. As a result I left with numerous claw marks (a couple broke the skin) on my arms and legs from them jumping up on me.
But I'm not complaining, my dogs are pretty adorable.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Legally Blind?

Three day weekend? Amazing. Weather getting a little warmer? I'm not complaining. Eating at Noodles and Company and hanging out with my cousin at the mall? Fun and more fun. Being unable to see past my hand for the past couple of days? Well...yeah that's a problem. You see, I've been unable to wear my contacts (or at least one of them) for a couple of days now. Funny, I never thought my vision was that bad...until now. But I have finally moved past the denial phase, and have accepted that my vision is about as bad as a legally blind person's.

What happened to my eye exactly? Well, according to the Doc I got a paper cut on my eye. Rather, he said it was "like getting a paper cut". The rest of the explanation was more scientific, and I won't bother you with boring details. The point is, apparently I injured my eye and it's pretty much like getting a paper cut. So Doc gave me some eye drops and I should be good to go. I do have to get a new pair of glasses. I'm still trying to decide if I should get hipster glasses or go for the smart librarian look. Oh, and my eye is extremely sensitive to light and will be for some time. So to survive the next couple of days I have to be like a vampire and avoid all sources of light. My eyes might still be really sensitive after that.

What you talking about? That's one of Peter Pan's fairies!
Couldn't resist, sorry. Well if you see some random person that suddenly runs into a wall or clear door, or is running into things's probably me.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

My Gullible Goldfish Moment

I must live in a box. A really small box. Apparently stores don't just sell the original goldfish crackers anymore. You know, the orange fish crackers that are always smiling and are kinda salty. Those crackers. Well I found out recently that these goldfish crackers now come in a variety of different colors, and even as pretzels!

See, look! I'm not lying- pretzel goldfish do exist!
I first learned about these new goldfish crackers at lunch, when I noticed one of my friends had brought goldfish-shaped pretzels. "That pretzel looks like a goldfish cracker." My keen observation skills surprise even me sometimes. My friend couldn't help but give me a weird look. "That's because it's a pretzel goldfish. It's a pretzel in the form of a goldfish....they have all sorts of different kinds of goldfish crackers now." Sad to say, I was excited about this new bit of information. "Really? That's so cool! I only knew about the original goldfish crackers." "How can you not know this?" said my friend in an exasperated voice, giving me a pretzel to try. Obviously it was common knowledge that pretzel goldfish were being sold for quite awhile now. I tried to think of a good answer to my friend's question, but failed at doing so. Instead I merely replied with an obvious statement, "goldfish crackers are really good with tomato soup." Our goldfish conversation was abruptly ended by the class bell. Ironically enough, later that day my teacher gave my class goldfish crackers-the original kind-which were leftovers from a previous class. It was a good way to end the day. And then comes, what I call, my gullible goldfish moment.

*Sometime later--after school*
"So I learned that they have different kinds of goldfish now. Like pretzel goldfish, and goldfish that come in different colors," I said in response to the typical how was your day? question. My dad nodded. "Well you know they just came out with a new type of goldfish. The goldfish don't smile anymore, they frown." "Wow, that's really weird. And kinda depressing. We should go buy some frowny goldfish! I want to see what they look like." My dad and I talked about this new kind of goldfish for several minutes. It was only when my mom walked in, listened to our conversation very briefly, and then shook her head did I realize there were no frowny goldfish.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012


I got my little brother. You see, there's a reason people have passwords to get into their computer. There's also a reason you should log off your computer when you leave the house. Especially if you have a little brother who is too smart and mischievous for his own good. Anyways, here's the story. It's a pretty exciting story (no really, I tell this one at all the parties). I leave the house to hang out with friends. I come back. And when I get to my computer, this is what I find as my new wallpaper:

Terrifying much? And yet I left this as my background for at least two weeks. Today I finally decided it was time to take down the troll face, as it was starting to get a little too creepy to have hundreds of troll faces staring at me whenever I walked by my computer. I just replaced the troll face with my original background.
I thought that the troll-background thing was pretty creative. I'm only disappointed that my brother happened to think of it first.

Well done little brother, well done....

Thursday, February 2, 2012


On some days math class seems to drag on forever. Other days, it proves to be more entertaining. Mostly because for the first ten or fifteen minutes of class we never even talk about math. A favorite subject that my teacher and fellow peers like to discuss is the latest football game. It's only when everyone feels satisfied that they've gotten their point across, and have made their strong opinions about the game or a certain team well known, that we actually get to the lesson. Other times we have more interesting conversations. Today, for example, the topic was Cake Boss and time travel.

The boring part is when we actually have to learn something. That's when I start looking at the clock, counting down the minutes till I can escape. I pass the time in the back of the classroom drawing dolphins and other random doodles, making sure that I take notes every so often so I'm not totally lost. Math class would be much more interesting, I decided, if the teacher had an Australian accent. It wouldn't be half so bad then. In fact, it would probably be one of my favorite classes. The Crocodile Hunter, if he was still alive, would have made a great math teacher.

                                    "Crickey! Look at this math problem! It's gorgeous!"

The award for the best accent would go to the Australians, hands down. Australians are just fun to listen to. Everything sounds better in an Australian accent, and a hundred times more exciting. Also, apparently Australians call a barbecue a "barbie" which is a really fun word to say. Unless you have a bad cold, like me. I think at this point I should start devoting any free time I have to learning sign language, seeing as my voice is on vacation and it has no plans of returning soon. Well, at least I have some Ricorla.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Procrastination Anonymous

Welcome to the 3rd Procrastinators Anonymous meeting. Looks like we have a pretty good attendance today. Thomas couldn't make it to this meeting, he sent me a text saying that he had come down with the flu unexpectedly. Poor guy. Hopefully he gets better soon.

Thank you for showing up, by the way. I'm sure more people will join us later on in the meeting once we get started. So far we have no minutes recorded. No one showed up to the 1st meeting, everyone was too busy making New Year resolutions. And Thomas and I were the only ones at the last meeting, neither of us wanted to write down the minutes.

Would you like to take note of the minutes for this meeting? Oh, alright. I guess we can just make them up later or something. It doesn't matter really. This is a more informal meeting anyways.

Oh yes, I almost forgot. It was decided at the last meeting that I should be responsible for coming up with the rules of procrastination, as suggested by Thomas. Procrastination is a serious problem. That's why we need to have rules to help us stop procrastinating.

Here's what I wrote down, if you want to take a look at them.
It might need a little work. Right, discussion time. 

I'll be the first to share, seeing as I'm leading the meeting.

I am proud to say that I have temporarily overcome my procrastination problems. After finishing the bulk of my online math course over the summer, I have decided to take the final as of last week. I am now; officially done with the course! *enter praise and words of encouragement here* Now if only the university would stop procrastinating and would tell me my final grade for the class....

(P.S. sorry for not having a great ending for this post, I was too lazy to think up of a good ending. So I found a picture to share, hope it inspires you to stop procrastination in its tracks.)

Oh, right. The next meeting is going to be's know, I'll just email you the date. Just check your email, I'll probably send it out sometime tomorrow if I'm not doing anything important

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