My High School Plight...

While my blog colleague/friend Alex has been chilling at college, bipassing most high school struggles, I've been stuck here. In small town Minnesota. Where drama reigns over all else.

Who's with who, who's dropping out, what's she/he wearing, who got pregnant? This is life. These are the questions that surround my school. If I'm being completely honest, I find it kind of interesting. I'm only human, after all.

But eventually, it all gets tiring. It's always the same story, different people. There are only so many times I can hear about someone giving her boyfriend a handjob in Spanish before it gets old.

Sometimes I think to myself, "Why the heck am I even there?"

Then I see the light. Despite the peer pressure, the constant gossip, the utter shit that is my high school, there is someone who has managed to stay out of it all, to remain the sweetest person I've ever met. I really don't know how he does it.

In a time when friends say, "See ya, whore," as an acceptable way to speak to each other, he says, "Have a great day." Who says that? It sounds corny, but it really can make your day. Whenever I do anything, even the most trivial thing like show him where a button is on the computer, he'll thank me like I'm the greatest person alive. Even if I didn't even help and failed miserably at explaining something, he goes out of his way to make me feel like I'm important to his success or something. It's weird, but when you think about it, how many people would honestly do that for you?

It's not even like we're very good friends, either. It's getting there, yes, but I can't be sure.

This is where it gets frustrating, hence the "plight" part of the title of this post. I think I'm making too much out of practically nothing. Like always. I'm getting ahead of myself. I keep thinking he may be flirting (crazy, I know), but then I remember he probably doesn't even know what flirting is, he's that ridiculously, adorably innocent. I'm not sure if innocent is the word, but I'm going with it. See, he's just crazy nice to everyone and I can't tell if I'm special in some way. I like to think I am... It's so rare to find such a, dare I say, gentleman. I feel like if I have any chance, I have to jump at it. Trouble is, I don't know how to jump without scaring him off.

So, here I am. Writing a blog about my boy troubles. This is my life. If you have any advice, or even care, feel free to share.

Hopefully I'll have some good news to update on the matter eventually...

Cat Snow

Its been a long day. I've almost fallen in several snow banks and enjoyed seeing my professors struggle with the same thing. But more importantly, I need to unwind. What better way to do that than googling words that I like in a random order?! Todays words were: CAT SNOW.
Here is what I've discovered.

This cat looks like my old cat Willameana. Except anorexic. Not so much that this cat is skinny, my cat was morbidly obese.... and still managed to live until age 14. Which is 73 in people years. What an all-American cat she was. 

If you are need to know about my ratio of cat to people years, click here.

And now I'm bored so I will be done. Enjoy that CAT SNOW.

Who wants to get interviewed?

Hi. As you may know if you follow this blog... which not many of you do... anyway, I'm in university. This semester I decided it would be fun to take a Cultural Anthropology class! And it is. But that's not the reason for my plea. I need a foreigner who has lived in the Midwest United States, or even just the US who would be willing to communicate with me via email or Skype. Yeah, I'm desperate. But look at the bright side: some facetime/ interaction with yours truly. It would be truly spectacular if you lived in the Fargo-Moorhead region, but I'm not going to be fussy. I just need help.
The quick and dirty:
No, it doesn't pay. Unless you count that rewarding feeling of helping a fellow human being.
Yes, you would have to answer truthfully and I would appreciate that very much.
No, it isn't a difficult task. Just answering a dozen or so questions.
If interested. Leave a comment saying so.

Understate Artist of the Week: 3

Band: First Aid Kit

Style/ Genre: Folk

From: Sweden

What's so great: Two sisters, Johanna and Klara making stupendous music. You can tell they didn't edit it past the point of recognition. Is the NY Philharmonic autotuned on their recordings? Doubt it. If you're at the professional level you should not be allowed to. First Aid Kit keeps it all too real. 

Website: http://thisisfirstaidkit.com/

Tracks to check out:

1. Hard Believer 

2. Our Own Pretty Ways (my personal favorite)

3. Little Moon

4. You're Not Coming Home Tonight

5. Ghost Town

6. Truth Can Hurt

]]]Kristin and I are poor. We own nothing and have no affiliation with the band or picture of said band[[[

Fact:

There is no more successful feeling than knowing the answer to a question asked on "Jeapardy".

Things I Have Learned Today

1. That if you slip on ice, you deserve to be laughed at. This has nothing to do with your character. Its just straight up hilarious when people don't know how to walk on ice in Northern Minnesota. (Oh, and I understand it can be a serious thing, people break themselves and bleed. Stuff like that but overall we need to laugh about the concept.)

2. If you eat like a ravenous lemur, refrain from eating in class. Today this kid was just going to town on his M&M cookie. I felt like leaving the class, he wanted that cookie to be in pain and it was hard to watch.... I just couldn't look away.

3. Some people are designed by the higher power to make us jealous. Maybe its a test.... maybe its an ego check. But not everyone was made equally. But we're all freakish in our own way.

4. Humans are born prematurely. Its because of our freakishly large brains I guess. We need to be shoved out early, because if we aren't then we wouldn't fit out.... uncomfortable to tell, but true. I don't know if biologists share this view with anthropologists, but I guess as human kinderlings, we take the longest out of any animal to nurse and depend our mothers. 

5. Other places are always cooler than wherever you are. Except our home town. Nobody really wants to be there which is kind of a disheartening concept, but that's just the way that things like this happen. 

Here it is back in the day.

6. This:  www.grouchyrabbit.com is the eighth wonder of the world. So. Freakin'. Awesome. 

7. There's a difference between funny and dumb. When you're funny, people laugh with you. When you're dumb, people laugh at you. 

8. I read somewhere that our brains make us think we're 5X prettier than we really are. So I might actually be ugly.... for sad. 

Hehehehehehehe.

Living the Life

Its moments like this that I wish I had a single dorm. Sorry, I should probably give you the story before my two cents. My roommate (girl1) has her friend here and he (boy1) won't leave. This happens because her other friend (girl2) is dating his friend (boy2) who happens roommates with boy1. I'm the X factor. I have absolutely nothing to do with any of these interconnecting relationships. I don't even know why I sit here and put up with this. I could be spending time elsewhere.... just kidding. This is Moorhead, Minnesota and I have NOWHERE that I could go that wouldn't involve more people. Golly, I take antisocial to a new level. I just want to sleep..... It was my goal to be sleeping almost 2 hours ago. But they've been here. FOREVER.
Now boy1 is singing. Country. That's gross. I can't even stand that stuff when its on the radio that girl1 feels the need to play constantly. It just loops over and over and over and over. Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons? Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons? Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons? Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons? Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons? Beer. Horses. My boy's a ruffian. I love her but I shouldn't. Girls are like tequila. My beer is so tasty. Cows are my best friends. I'm drunk and cheap, would you like to see my pantaloons?
SEEEEEEE!!!!!! ANNOYING.

And I know I shouldn't complain about being given money and a potentially free education, but I've been awarded a hefty scholarship from my current institution of higher learning and received a letter enlightening me that I had been chosen as a semifinalist for their second highest scholarship. Since I have (hopefully) two years left in my BA degree program, that would kind of be like getting paid to go to college.... Yes'm. I don't know what to do... deal with the corn and make everyone but myself happy or go somewhere else live a life full of student loan debt, but be satisfied with the educational path I've chosen OR (DUM DUM DA DAAAA!!!!)  go to another country where they would appreciate my eccentric yet spastic movements and slightly frightening and discerning appearance.
I think you can tell from the classy and exciting intro that I am all for that option. But I would have little to no financial backing from the parental units. I don't know, everything seems better in Europe. I'm thinking Iceland (yeah I know), Norway, or the Netherlands. They have great music institutes, plus they don't know charge a crap ton of tuition.

****************Kristin and I have a game plan P.S.!!!!*****************Stay tuned!!!!*******

What else would make us feel better at moments like these than knowing we're not alone. 

Just look at this guy. He looks bat sh*t crazy! 

Under Artist of the Week: 2

Band: Miniature Tigers

Style/ Genre: Rockish?

From: Phoenix... maybe. All I know is that they're American. 

What's so great: They're vocalist has a really cutesy voice. Which I know sounds weird. but its true. He's just fun to listen to.

Tracks to check out:

1. The Wolf 

2. Tchaikovsky and Solitude

3.  Bullfighter Jacket

4. Like or Like Like

5. Cannibal Queen

]]]Kristin and I are poor. We own nothing and have no affiliation with the band or picture of said band[[[