Text Tixt Text

The little menace featured to our direct right is the reason for this post. I would like to come out and say it... I hate texting. It is incredibly misguiding. It's pathetic. It's rude. It's my primary communication with my friends. So over all, I send text messages like no other but the reality is that it annoys me like no other. When I text people I'm scared they might be busy so I'm interrupting something. I also hate always starting the conversations because then I don't know if it's obnoxious to the person or not because I can't see their expressions or hear their tone.

Then there is the one word text. Nobody knows what those mean. Do they mean you're busy, you're in such a hurry to come meet me so you just sent a little tidbit before you come, you're tired, you never want to hear from me again, you just can't think of anything else to say but you still want to keep talking, you're just a rude person, or you're not creative? Which one?

Then there is the no response. My phone tends to not get messages right away all the time so the no response always throws me off. I don't know if they really have responded and my phone is just taking three hours to just let me know. Maybe they are busy and will respond later. Maybe they didn't really care. Maybe they saw it, just didnt have anyting to say back. Maybe they thought it was stupid. Maybe they forgot to respond. Or maybe they're phone is also stupid and doesn't get messages right away sometimes too. Maybe they would like me to stop communication with them so they think ignoring me is the best idea. Whichever it is kids, it bugs me.

Is it pathetic that each week I used to live through texting? If no one texted me I would assume that they weren't really my friends. Or that they were all doing something incredibly fun without me and have forgotten I exist. I think it all stems back to previous friendships i had where I would be completely forgotten about so they could do things with people they thought were better than me. Luckily, I have been blessed with amazing friends now. I now realize that I finally have some real friends who are not going to forget about me just because we don't spend every waking hour together. The real test will be when they go to college land and leave me here in boring-ville.

The reality is that texting is my primary form of communication and as much as I hate it, it's the truth. It's how I began my communcation with boys so I guess I can count that as a positive feature of text messaging. It brightens my day when I get an unexpected text from people that make me happy, so there is another positive, but still I would rather see and hear the person. Attitude can not be understood through the texting world unless you know someone REALLY REALLY well and even then you sometimes end up sitting in a parking lot to waste time for an extra half hour because you were already half way there and someone sent you a message saying they moved the party to a later time but guess what....they were kidding. But you couldn't hear their joking voice because it was a text!

Leslie and Me

This is the real Leslie Hall. My hero. I tried to recreate the picture. I didn't do too terribly well, but it's as good as it's going to get folks. So feast your eyes.

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Here she is. The Beanie Beast. Leslie Hall should be proud. You all should be proud. Even though i cannot take credit for the fabulous gem sweater, I can take credit for the cleverly arranged Beanie Babies. The picture below is the excitement I had on Halloween. I guess you can say I'm not exactly a Halloween enthusiast. Elizabeth and I are watching Tara carve a pumpkin. An albino pumpkin. They were all out of regular orange ones. I wanted to go Christmas caroling but no one would go with me. And i was home alone. Ok, that's a lie. I had my adorable pumpkin niece and intelligent doctor sister with me.

I look awful.

I'm A Snow Beast

Well I just typed up a rather large post and then when I tried to publish it, it turned out I wasn't signed in to my account so I will attempt an equally remarkable post.

It has been quite some time since I last posted. So i have decided to try and sum up the past few months of my life. The above picture is what I would like to call my "snow beast" phase. It came about on Christmas Eve when i decided to wear those spandex as a part of my costume for the family's annual re-enactment of the Nativity. They lay dormant for some time after Winter Break so I broke them out last Saturday. I decided to flaunt this fabulous get-up all over Flagstaff. When we returned home later that evening, my dear associate Shelley was awaiting my arrival so we could take a jaunt on over to a birthday party and make our appearance. Our appearance lasted for many hours. But I got through it because I continued to dawn the spandex get-up. A fun filled night of karaoke and friend bonding time was had by all. Stay tuned for the next "beanie baby beast" phase.

It's A Keeper

I recently came across this gem. This jewel. This precious stone. I think this sums up the reasons of why it took me 16 years to make real friends.

When i ponder on this photo, i realize that this is real folks. My real face. My real chins. My real claw hand that is coming from my thoracic cavity. My real asian eyes. The only thing not truly captured in this photograph is my flaring nasals. Pity.

Boredom

Let's all be honest with each other. Bachach and i havent written on this thing for years. Personally i dont even remember how to put pictures or do anything other than type words. But i figured now that the extreme boredom of summer has set in why not fill it with blogging. Even though it will be filled with nothing because I am not doing anything. And everyone i know is either on a mission, having or playing with babies, working at zoos, working in general, going to Europe, or just plain not talking to me.

Ok, i tried to add some pictures and let's just say it didnt work out to well so that will be for the future. I would like to close by sharing with the class that recently i recieved my first B on a paper. Now, not my first B ever, but on a paper. I will now share with you the reasons i got a B verbatim from my english teacher Ken:

• You seemed to wild
• to much emotion
• you seemed to attached to this subject

Now, ken, may i ask why you told us to make the reader believe that we truely felt the way we wrote about in the paper if you were just going to mark me off for it?

Thanks, your Ex-student melissa

And that my dear folks, is why i hated english this year.

developments

well melissa and i are bad at this blog.  

here are some recent developments in our past.  melissa competed in miss america in the final week of october.  she proudly represented the state of delware.  i did security.

i bought a sweater vest and melissa wanted EVERYTHING at EVERY STORE.  just kidding.  girls clothes are just more expensive so it seems like everything.  my advice for today: be a boy, it's cheaper.

below: melissa post miss america pageant. stuck in her dress.

 

above: me.  scary on halloween.

melissa is assistant stage manager- apparently it's a realization of her longest career dream.  congratulations. i am still banking.  and making bank.  for the past week i've been on a streak of accomplishment with my sales goals.  because i'm part time I should get one sale each day, but I've had four everyday the past four weeks.  it's making up for my lackluster performance in september.

also.  brandon left on his mission.  bye child.  he's been gone for almost a month.  we miss him.