Niche Blogging

It’s official, I’m over the fact that I’m a rare variety of blogger. If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you’ve probably noticed that I’ve been prone to complaining about the lack of teen bloggers.

I no longer care. I’m an individual.

I enjoy reading blogs of people that aren’t my age. I read mom blogs.

And mom bloggers can read my blog if they so wish. I may be a rare blogger, but I’m a relate able one. Not everyone has a baby, but everyone has been a teenager at some point.

I blog about iPhone apps, I blog about tv and movies. I blog about normal stuff. Let’s be cliched for a moment. I am every woman.

And I’m clearly turning into a blogging addict if I’m going around and writing this bizarre rant/rave/cliched piece of crap because I feel the need to type up words.


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No one dies

I feel super cool. I have the Puppy Bowl on in the background. Yes, the Puppy Bowl was on over a week ago. I DVRed it. Like I said, super cool.

Finally got around to putting my music on my iPhone. Apple, what is your problem? Why do you have to make my life so hard? Why can’t I just drag the library of my iPod onto my iPhone? Whyyyy?????

Nothing particularly exciting happened today. I went through my guide of the 371 Best Colleges one by one writing down the names of the ones with one of the majors I’m considering in the popular majors list. I’m going to make lots of lists this week. Meant to get my hair cut today but didn’t get around to it. More interesting stories to tell in the password protected post.

Reminder: Want to read the other half of this blog? Email me at and I will gladly send you the password! Just send me a link to your blog so I know who you are. Bonus points and high fives if you comment.

Connected to Hats

So… Clearly I’m kind of failing at the whole blogging thing lately. I guess I haven’t felt interesting enough lately, or that what I consider interesting is personal and doesn’t interest everyone else. That and, once again, the lack of comments is bringing me down. Because I’m a whiny attention demanding bitch at heart.

I got a new phone last Thursday! I’ve jumped on the iPhone bandwagon, and I love it. It’s my child. I got my dad to buy a ton of cases on eBay for cheap, and the 10 pack of silicon cases came today. I’m still waiting on my case with the pandas on it. I’ll have to include pictures eventually. So, my phone is no longer naked!

And I’m addicted to Traffic Rush. It’s amazing.

French homework time. Yay. Only not.

If You Are Chilly

If I talk honestly about today, it’s going to turn into a rant. Let’s just say I became incredibly frustrated with the woman who claims to be my mother today. It’s cooled off but if I start talking about it I’ll get all worked up again.

Confession: I love to read webcomics. Last night I found a new one that I’ve been reading obsessively in attempt to catch back up. There’s something amazing about finding a new comic that’s been around for a couple years or at least months. I love getting to just read right through pages. Yes, the suspension when it becomes…live again is fun but it’s also nice to not have to wait.

I’m sure I’ll end up sharing some of my favorites again later. The comic I’ve been talking about is: [Wordpress doesn’t seem to want me to insert the link.]

November- Day 28

I couldn’t find a short enough way to comment on Five Blondes- Disabilities Are Not Uncool, so I figured this warranted a post of its own.
I’d like to pride myself on being accepting and understanding. Yes, I’m one of those liberal Californians.
I don’t use the words “retarded” or “gay” as insults. They’re not politically correct, they’re not insults, and words like that hurt so many people. Likewise, I do not believe in using the N-word ever. It’s an insult to an entire race. Blacks did not choose to be enslaved. People with mental disabilities did not choose to have them.
Erica was absolutely right. Having epilepsy is not something to joke about. In 7th grade, there was a guy in several of my classes who I assume had epilepsy. He was on medication and had it under control until puberty hit and I guess the medicine was no longer doing the job it needed to. As far as I know, no one knew about his condition until he had a seizure in the middle of science. No one had any idea what was going on, and yeah, we were all pretty freaked out and scared. That wasn’t the last seizure he had during school that year. One day during P.E. he was hit by a dodgeball and had another seizure. I remember at least one person crying. You couldn’t be in a class when one of the seizures occured and not be shaken up by it. I’m sure no one would have considered it a laughing matter. And if someone had joked about it, I’m sure they would have had to deal with an  angry mob.
One of my friends had… I’m not entirely sure what it was, but it was some sort of tumor like thing in her brain. I didn’t know her until after this. It caused her to have seizures and she had surgery for it. This messed up her senior year. As a result, she’s currently in her second year of community college and is now in the mindset where she’s scared of transferring to a regular college. I’ll also never forget how she complained about not being able to do a forward roll because she was afraid she would hit her head. Of course, she also thought I was from Afghanistan when I’m half Caucasian and half Japanese.
So no, I don’t think epilepsy is a laughing matter.