Tigers

So I just watched a show on Animal Planet about tigers.  Tigers are the cutest little things when they’re still cubs.  And the trainers got to feed them, and bathe them, and play with them.  They let the cubs suck on their fingers and sleep on them and everything.  And that is so cute and all, and I realize that the tigers needed to bond with their trainers, but I can’t get the thought of that entertainer, Roy, being mauled by the tiger he considered his own pet. 

 Like heck yes they are super cute, but would you want your face ripped off?  I think not.

Anyways, Merry Christmas everyone, and to all of you with the snow and the cold, take advantage of it, I miss it down here.

Humidity

Now that I’m down South, where it’s nice and warm, you would think I wouldn’t have anything to complain about, right?  Wrong.  I’ve forgotten what humidity is like.  What it does to your hair, to your skin, everything.  That it’s like living in a fog you can’t see.  That you always feel oily and dirty.  And that your hair is one giant poof. 

Right now, I’m actually missing the cold and snow.  The dry skin.  Because right now I feel like  I need a shower, even though I’m not dirty.  And I feel like I need to wash my hands because they feel sticky.  It’s driving me crazy.  But enough complaining.  It’s Christmas Eve!  I love Christmas!  It doesn’t feel like Christmas though.   Where I am now, there isn’t a Christmas tree and I don’t see any presents.  I also just realized that none of the regular Christmas ornaments are up in my grandmother’s house.  Actually, even at home, none of our ornaments were up. 

I know that it is a lot of work to put up decorations, but for me, decorations are the definition of Christmas.  Just walking into our house, I can smell the decorations and I get excited.  But this year, there were no decorations.  A tree with no ornaments.  No nutcrackers, Santa Claus figurines, ribbons, garlands, lights, or the star at the top of the tree.  It’s a little depressing.  But RIGHT NOW, right THIS instant.  I’m going to get excited.  I wore my Santa hat to the pool today.  With my sunglasses and bikini.  It’s a good look.

Anyways, Santa is on his way, and I hope he leaves everyone some great gifts under the tree.  Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone!

Whoops

So I haven’t posted in quite a while.  I’ve been pretty busy with school and finishing exams and moving out and all that fun stuff.  I’m back at home, not relaxing.  I’m packing for vacation and looking forward sitting out in the sun and the heat and not the snow and ice.  Which I oh-so-gracefully slipped and fell on this morning. 

You know sometimes, when you’re walking and you slip and catch your footing?  Or maybe you don’t catch your footing?  But at least you can brace yourself before you hit the ground?  The fall that I had this morning wasn’t one of those.  It came out of nowhere and surprised the heck out of me.  Probably surprised the heck out of the guy driving by me.  But he probably thought it was a lot funnier than I did.  Because I didn’t have a coat on, my left elbow is very scratched up.  Won’t look too good in a bikini.

But at least I’ll be in a bikini, catching some sun.  I can’t wait.

Got my dancing shoes on

In a few days, I will be done exams.  And it will be glorious.  And I really want to go dancing.  I love dancing.  I can’t help it!  I’m not a big drinker, but I go to bars.  I AM a big dancer.  Meaning I dance a lot, not that I physically dance big.  Whatever.  Anyways!  I love going to clubs…not big ones, but if I can dance, I’m in.  And since I haven’t been able to go out lately, I can’t WAIT to dance.

Just so you’re aware, I dance a lot.  I dance in the car, I dance in the shower, I dance at my computer, I dance while I’m walking.  With or without music.  And I dance to all types of music.  Techno or house or dance.  R&B or hip hop.  Rock and roll or punk or pop punk.  And definitely pop.  Even country.  Bring it on, I will dance to it.

I  know there are some people who just don’t dance.  Or can’t dance.  I’ve witnessed a few people who are just TERRIBLE.  And good for you for putting the effort in, but seriously?  You are embarassing yourself.  There are some people who are just so outrageous, you have to watch them.  Some people are good, some people are bad, some people are REALLY bad.  A few months ago I was at a bar with a rather large dance floor.  Two older guys got up on the stage and performed a routine together.  Girls were screaming and stuff but ew?  I though it was just wrong.  These guys were pushing 30 years old, in a bar full of university kids.  Gross.

I’d also make it clear that I dance for myself, no one else.  I’m not dancing so I can attract men.  I’m dancing because I love dancing.  I hate when guys see a girl dancing as an invitation to grope her.  I remember being out with a girlfriend, and some random dude came up behind her, and attempted to dance with her.  She stopped moving, turned around, gave the guy the BEST stare, and he slinked off with his tail between his legs. 

I have to perfect that look.

The World is Going Crazy

Have you heard about all the recent shootings in the US?  About a boy who tried to kill a whole bunch of Christians?  About another who gunned down random people in a mall packed with holiday shoppers?

Let’s go back a little further.  To several months ago with the Virginia Tech shootings?  The slaughtering of several Amish children?  And who could forget Columbine?

What the heck is wrong with everyone?  The world is going crazy. 

What amazes me the most, about all of these shootings, is that almost every single one of the shooters ended up killing themselves before someone else could.  That’s not brave.  That doesn’t take courage.  That’s terrible.  It’s disgusting.  And it’s very, very disturbing.

I don’t understand how anyone could hate their lives, and the world, so much that they decide to kill all of these people.  Just to make a statement.  I hope I never understand.

Aren’t there other statements to be made?

The Head Bob

I saw this video the other day, while I was procrastinating.  It is absolutely hilarious.  The next time I see someone falling asleep in class, doing the good ol’ head bob, I really, REALLY, want the class to do this:

 

New Obsession

I’m feeling a little better after the first exam.

And, I’ve got a new obsession.

The obsession is………Drumroll please………….Robots!

Yeah!  So I like robots!  So what!  I already knew I was a nerd!  You have to understand that robots are so unbelievably complex.  They are made to function like we are, like human beings are.  And human beings are more complex than you’d ever think. 

Let’s take walking for example.  Walking is really controlled falling.  You don’t believe me?  Stand still, and try to move your leg from one spot to another.  But don’t put your foot back down when you go to move.  You’ll fall.  I guarantee it.  Anyways, robots?!  Robots have a really, really, REALLY hard time walking.  It took engineers YEARS to get robots to walk without falling.  Even now, it is a struggle. 

Honda has the CUTEST little robot, named Asimo.  This bad boy can walk, move up stairs, balance on one leg, wiggle his arms. 

I LOVE when he waves at the astronaut.  LOVE.

Toyota has robots which can play the trumpet, play the violin, talk, and sign autographs. 

Did you see him dance?  Yeah, that’s right, he was dancing.  And I bet you can’t play the trumpet like he can.

I know, I know.  you’re probably very uninterested.  But I find it fascinating.

Completely Unhinged

I am completely unhinged right now.

I’m terrified of final exams. 

I’m terrified I’m going to fail.

I just want to go to sleep and have this term over with.

Dressing Up

Do you remember dressing up when you were a kid?  In ridiculous costumes, putting on plays and skits and being absolutely adorable?  Little girls in their mother’s shoes and pearls and makeup? Guys as Batman or Superman or Spiderman? 

I distinctly remember a picture of me with lipstick ALL over my face.  I’m not sure how I managed to get it everywhere, but it happens with every little girl who tries it.  Total clown face.  I’ve seen a picture of a little girl with mascara all over her face.  Soooo cute!

Anyways, now that we’re all older, we don’t get to dress up as much anymore.  In the dress, with the makeup, and the heels, and the jewelry.  And I really wish that I could do it more.  I love the feeling of being perfectly dressed for a big event, like a semi-formal.  It’s just so much fun seeing everyone looking spiffy.

And I love dresses.  When I visit family in the States, there are so many stores full of dresses.  I have to drag myself away from the racks and racks of dresses.  Long ones, short ones, ridiculously short ones, sparkly ones, puffy ones, scandalous ones, fabulous ones.  Every colour, shape, and size. 

One I’ll never forget:  Brown with big pink polka dots.  A tube dress with a puffy bottom, knee length, fitted body.  It was amazing!  My mom told me to get it! But I have nowhere to wear it.  It would sit in my closet with all of the other dresses, collecting dust.  Sigh.