For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic

If you ask me, moping and complaining about things not having gone the way you wanted them to will not make your life any better. Not on your end, and definitely not on anyone else's, unless the people you complain to are the kind of people who like listening to it! Now don't get me wrong; I understand people (myself included) need to vent, and in most cases I don't necessarily mind listening to an occasional rant from one or more of my friends, but I'm certainly not one of those people who enjoy listening to all that on a constant basis!
Sure; we all have bad days, and some people have them more often than others. In fact, if I talked about the emotions I feel on a regular basis, or (constantly) complained about something not going my way, or made sure the entire world had to know about anything else in my life that isn't exactly appealing, people would eventually get tired of it and take me for a "drama queen", or "the person who always bitches and whines", correct? I'm not trying to criticize anyone, and I'm definitely not saying this shouldn't apply to me as well as everyone else...all I'm trying to say is, that more than 90% of the times you feel like your life can't possibly get any worse, someone else (even someone you don't know) is in a much more complicated or devastating situation than what you are currently dealing with. So the next time your life seems to be at a stand-still, look on the bright side. Think of all the people in your life who actually care about you. Think about all the good things you have going for you, even if you don't have very much. Everyone needs to bitch occasionally, but when you do, don't forget about the positive aspects of your life, and don't take them for granted! For all you know, tomorrow, something terrible could happen; something bad enough to make all of your previous bad days seem like paradise...

Small potatoes! (;

I don't really know why I titled this post "small potatoes!", because I like just about( any) potato, no matter the shape and/or size. It's weird, but they're delicious, so I don't care...!
When I say I like any kind of potato, I'm not playin. Of course I love my French fries, and chips--I'll eat just about any kind of chips, but that really doesn't matter right now-- Some time last week, we had stake and baked potatoes for dinner. And guess what? I didn't give a damn about the stake--or the salad. And don't get me wrong; I love salad, almost as much as I love potatoes, but (obviously), I love potatoes more!
After we were all done eating dinner, I discovered some left over potatoes (which actually were small). Hell yes!! So guess what my dinner was for the next 2 days? Potatoes! What else would it have been? But instead of eating my baked potato like any "normal" person would, I chopped it into (tiny) pieces, covered it with bacon bits, cheese, and...and...and Italian dressing! Sounds gross, doesn't it? But it wasn't. In fact, it was the exact opposite.
Aside from actually eating potatoes, I love throwing them at people. Yes, I love throwing potatoes. I'm weird, I know, but the thought of throwing potatoes just sounds...amusing! You know you agree!
And I'm not sure how many people have actually heard of this, but there is a cartoon called "small potatoes" (which may have been how I came up with the title of this post). And the small potatoes in this cartoon sing! Singing potatoes? Hell yeah!! Of course I watch that shit! Only if I'm around little kids, but I still watch it when I get the chance. Not only is the theme song for this cartoon amusing, but these damn potatoes sing. Singing potatoes--how cool is that.
I'd continue rambling about potatoes, but I'm running out of things to say--things that actually make sense. So--what foods are you obsessed with enough to write ridiculous blog posts about?

The Monday of Mondays!

So last week, Monday lasted 5 days. An entire 5 days! I'm not kidding. Most people hate Mondays, with a flaming passion, right? Well, every single day of last week felt like a damn Monday. Monday (the first day of last Monday) was my first day back at school from summer break. And as if that wasn't bad enough, I couldn't walk 5 steps without dropping shit, I swear I ran into just about every door, locker, and human being on campus, and the topper? I got lost twice! In the same building! Okay...the first day of that particular Monday turned out to be the least of my problems. I don't remember much of the second day of Monday (the one "normal" people call Tuesday), but Wednesday? Wednesday was a hot mess--and a half! I'm taking a dual credit US history class (for both college and high school credits, for those who don't know what that is), and half of it is an online course. Bleh! And as luck would have it, I couldn't log onto my damn bc account to take that part of the class! So on Wednesday (the third day of Monday), I talked to my history professor about this issue, and we spent 2 class periods (both of which I was marked absent for, dumb ass teachers) trying to solve the problem. Not to mention; I got lost...well..., more than once that day. Now Thursday (the fourth day of Monday) was slightly messier than the day before. I was given a physics worksheet thinggy to complete by the next day. After skimming through the worksheet, I figured it would be pretty easy, and it would've been, if I hadn't completely misunderstood the damn instructions! Yes, I did the entire assignment wrong! Completely wrong! And this damn teacher wouldn't give me credit, even when I reluctantly offered to re-do the entire worksheet. But that's not all. When I got home from school that day, my grandmother informed me that she had somehow found out about the issue I was having with the college, and instead of shutting up long enough for me to explain exactly what happened, she spent the rest of the day bitching at me for "deliberately neglecting my school work". --and yes, listening to all that bitching is a lot worse than it sounds. And finally? Friday! Friday! Most people would be extremely happy about Friday, and normally, I would be happy as well. Friday usually means the end of the school week, and football games are usually on a Friday. (we won our first game, btw!) but for me, this was not a typical Friday. For me, it was just the last day of Monday. First, of all, the laptop I usually use to do my school work died in the middle of math class, while I was in the middle of working on an in-class assignment. Really? Now I have to re-do the entire damn thing! Then, just when I was hoping nothing else would go wrong, I was in the cafeteria, looking for someone in particular, and someone decided to throw their water bottle at me. It may have been an accident, but that didn't aggravate me any less. I had to wear a wet shirt for the rest of that day. Yes, that was cold! And the best/most embarrassing part of this entire 5-day long Monday? Like usual, my grandmother picked my brother and I up from school at the end of the day. She was surprisingly nice to me, but maybe only because she tried to drive away before I was even in the van, and the door was still open! And of course, everyone happened to be watching! Great. I'm sure that's all gonna come back to me when I go back to school tomorrow. Oh well, at least I managed to stay alive that entire week (or as I like to say, that entire Monday), right? Now hopefully tomorrow will actually feel like a Tuesday--not another damn Monday! O.O