Bonjour mes copines/copains!
Well, I'm heading off to my trip at Yale! We're still going to NYC, but we're skipping Cedar Point. I'm pumped, and a little nervous for the three week stay. :/ I packed all yesterday and have successfully crammed in all my things into two HUGH duffel bags. I was tremendously surprised when it closed without me having to sit on it. Anyways, my mom isnt going with my dad, sister, and I because she still doesn't feel good.
Well, I'm making a LOAD of CDs for the drive there and am leaving in an hour. I still have to take a shower too! So this is farwell until July 18th!
Au revoir!
Humming Sue
PS ~ When I get back Harry Potter will be out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So count on a post about it! =]
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Do Not Commit Arson. Not Even Once.
Both of my parents work in marketing/advertizing. Incidentally, this has lead me to become very aware and at times critical of all types of commericals, movies, magazine, etc. It's sort of a pass time in my family to watch and critique commercials. While other families mute the TV or leave to room when a commercial break comes on, my family gathers round in excited anticipation of the commercial we will tear apart. My friends hate it when I get all analytic.
Just the other day, my sister, Darbi, and I were watching a movie on some family friendly channel. My mom and dad were both at the hospital because my mother had just had surgery last week and my dad was staying with her. Anyways, back to my living room and my story. So, Darbi and I were watching Narnia (I adore that movie) and pigging out on a huge bowl of pretzels and Cheeze Its (or as my best friend and I like to call them, Cheeze The's). It was pure a summer-do-nothing-but-lay-around moment. Even the commercials brought us a perverse joy. The only draw back was that when you watch movies on TV, they have commercial breaks every six minutes (this is actually a proven fact, look it up. It's because people's attention span will only last for about that amount of time, especially if the thing they're watching is hardcore.) and even worse is that the commercials are exactly the same every time! It is truly obnoxious, because by about a third of the way into the movie, we had already analyzed and perfected every commercial they played. Now, when the commercials came on we muted the TV or walked out of the room like any normal family.
It was late at night, maybe 11:30 or 12, when another commercial break came on. I was tired so I just laid were I was on the floor and stared blankly at the TV screen as the commercial for Dove body lotion came on for the 13th time. My sister walked out of the room to go pee when a new comercial came on. It was for Emerald Nuts and it was funny, but the best thing about it was that it was NEW. I hadn't seen it the entire time I had been watching the movie, I hadn't seen it ever before in my life!The commercial was about a therapist too tired to convince his patient to not burn down the building. The acting and the content was mediocre; what made the commercial, wether or not it was meant to be humorous, was the little message at the bottom of the screen that flased as the building was burning.
Good thing they told me that because I was considering it. But I guess I shouldn't do it.
Not Even Once.
Yours,
<3 Humming Sue
Just the other day, my sister, Darbi, and I were watching a movie on some family friendly channel. My mom and dad were both at the hospital because my mother had just had surgery last week and my dad was staying with her. Anyways, back to my living room and my story. So, Darbi and I were watching Narnia (I adore that movie) and pigging out on a huge bowl of pretzels and Cheeze Its (or as my best friend and I like to call them, Cheeze The's). It was pure a summer-do-nothing-but-lay-around moment. Even the commercials brought us a perverse joy. The only draw back was that when you watch movies on TV, they have commercial breaks every six minutes (this is actually a proven fact, look it up. It's because people's attention span will only last for about that amount of time, especially if the thing they're watching is hardcore.) and even worse is that the commercials are exactly the same every time! It is truly obnoxious, because by about a third of the way into the movie, we had already analyzed and perfected every commercial they played. Now, when the commercials came on we muted the TV or walked out of the room like any normal family.
It was late at night, maybe 11:30 or 12, when another commercial break came on. I was tired so I just laid were I was on the floor and stared blankly at the TV screen as the commercial for Dove body lotion came on for the 13th time. My sister walked out of the room to go pee when a new comercial came on. It was for Emerald Nuts and it was funny, but the best thing about it was that it was NEW. I hadn't seen it the entire time I had been watching the movie, I hadn't seen it ever before in my life!The commercial was about a therapist too tired to convince his patient to not burn down the building. The acting and the content was mediocre; what made the commercial, wether or not it was meant to be humorous, was the little message at the bottom of the screen that flased as the building was burning.
Do Not Commit Arson. Not Even Once.
Good thing they told me that because I was considering it. But I guess I shouldn't do it.
Not Even Once.
Yours,
<3 Humming Sue
Friday, June 19, 2009
"It Wasn't Right...Because It Was With You"
I am a terrible person.
This guy that I have known since sixth grade, that I have been close friends with since I first met him, came over today to give me something before he left for a ten day mission trip to Mexico. He gave me two CDs that had "It Wasn't Right....Because It Wasn't With You" on it, this braclet that he weaved, and a note that he instructed me not to read until sunday, when he would be halfway to Mexico, imagining my reaction to said note. Of course I tore open the note the moment he left, after a REALLY akward hug, I might add. Some of you probably know the gist of what the letter is about to say, but for those of you who are oblivious; one, bless you for being so, and two; here is what it said:
"Dear Lauren,
Let me start out by putting it all on the table. (these are going to be my little comments throughout. ok, this first sentence does not bode well, it made me VERY nervous and sure of what was to come.) I like you...a lot. (i knew it, and HAVE known it for the past five years) I had always hoped that, during our five years of friendship, we could spend a little more time than a bus ride, or a short conversation together. We always say we're going to do stuff tegether, and we never do. (partly because you have really bad timing, and partly because I usually find an excuse) I have tried repeated times to set something up (he sure has) and I just don't know what else to do. You are one of the most wonderful and amazing people and that's the plain truth. ( my heart is swelling from "love" and shriveling from self hate at the same time, it hurts) Even the brief moments when we saw eachother in the hallways brightened my day a little more. (ouch)
It hit me the other day, when someone asked why I had broken up with my last girlfriend; I told them something like, "I stopped liking her" or, "It just didn't feel right". Those people I told the latter to only got haf the truth though. They usually asked, "Is there someone else?" to which I replied, with a blatant lie (I'm sorry I sound like a chronic lier), "No". You get to hear the truth. I found out that I never felt comfortable in a relationship because of the simple fact that I wasn't wit you. (at this point I was starting to find it hard to breathe what with all the squeeing and contracting)
Now it is your turn if you wish to take it. On July 1st, I will be returning from Mexico (hopefully). Whether I hear from you or not is your decision now. (geeze, no presure there) I apologize that I could not say this all to you in person, but I had to get my thoughts organized on paper. Lauren, I will think of you everyday in Mexico. (!!) I've been waiting a long time to tell you this (yeah, you have!) and I hope that you take it to heart. People are truly blessed when they meet someone like you. (more like cursed) I'm waiting for you to take my hand so we can just run (lyrics to one of my favorite songs, and he knows it) and see where this path really leads.
Yours Truly,
Peter ******
I mean, wow. and DARN IT! why did he have to ruin our friendship? I HATE ultimatums! For years now I have been blocking any attempt he has made in the "more than friends" catagory, and I thought that I was successful for a time. But this year it got really intense: his friends would ask me if I liked him (SO juvenile! I mean come on! we're in 11th grade for goodness sake!) and he would always go out of his way to see me in the halls, and i know this because he told me all of his classes and he was always walking the wrong or longer way to his class. We had made joking plans to take eachother to the prom next year. Iguess it was more of a joke for me; now I don't have anyone to go to the prom with, another bummer. (By the way, this is all the more confusing and horrible because no one, and i mean no one has ever shown any type of interest in me. Guys always describe me as "wild" and i really don't get it because I am usually one of the most shy people you could ever meet.) Don't get me wrong, I really do like him, but only as a friend. It's really going to suck when he won't be even my friend anymore, because he can't just be my friend apparently.
And since I am no good at akward confrontations, I wrote him a letter that explained all this in what I hope is a gentle tone that I will mail to his house, right after he leaves for Mexico. Hey, I don't want to ruin his trip, and I wasn't supposed to have read it yet anyways. The good news is I'll be off to Yale by the time he gets back so he won't be able to get in touch with me right away.
I feel depressed and guilty and I can't get my mind off "the situation" as i like to call it. I want to blame him for telling me all this right before I leave for my "summer adventure" because I am definitly one to dwell on things, especially when I know it's my fault. However, I know he has every right to tell me how he feels and I was cruel to play along all these years when I knew (however indirectly) how he felt about me. I guess he'll have to learn in the most direct way possible that "It Wasn't Right....Because It Was With Him".
Your most guilty acquaintance,
<3 Humming Sue
This guy that I have known since sixth grade, that I have been close friends with since I first met him, came over today to give me something before he left for a ten day mission trip to Mexico. He gave me two CDs that had "It Wasn't Right....Because It Wasn't With You" on it, this braclet that he weaved, and a note that he instructed me not to read until sunday, when he would be halfway to Mexico, imagining my reaction to said note. Of course I tore open the note the moment he left, after a REALLY akward hug, I might add. Some of you probably know the gist of what the letter is about to say, but for those of you who are oblivious; one, bless you for being so, and two; here is what it said:
"Dear Lauren,
Let me start out by putting it all on the table. (these are going to be my little comments throughout. ok, this first sentence does not bode well, it made me VERY nervous and sure of what was to come.) I like you...a lot. (i knew it, and HAVE known it for the past five years) I had always hoped that, during our five years of friendship, we could spend a little more time than a bus ride, or a short conversation together. We always say we're going to do stuff tegether, and we never do. (partly because you have really bad timing, and partly because I usually find an excuse) I have tried repeated times to set something up (he sure has) and I just don't know what else to do. You are one of the most wonderful and amazing people and that's the plain truth. ( my heart is swelling from "love" and shriveling from self hate at the same time, it hurts) Even the brief moments when we saw eachother in the hallways brightened my day a little more. (ouch)
It hit me the other day, when someone asked why I had broken up with my last girlfriend; I told them something like, "I stopped liking her" or, "It just didn't feel right". Those people I told the latter to only got haf the truth though. They usually asked, "Is there someone else?" to which I replied, with a blatant lie (I'm sorry I sound like a chronic lier), "No". You get to hear the truth. I found out that I never felt comfortable in a relationship because of the simple fact that I wasn't wit you. (at this point I was starting to find it hard to breathe what with all the squeeing and contracting)
Now it is your turn if you wish to take it. On July 1st, I will be returning from Mexico (hopefully). Whether I hear from you or not is your decision now. (geeze, no presure there) I apologize that I could not say this all to you in person, but I had to get my thoughts organized on paper. Lauren, I will think of you everyday in Mexico. (!!) I've been waiting a long time to tell you this (yeah, you have!) and I hope that you take it to heart. People are truly blessed when they meet someone like you. (more like cursed) I'm waiting for you to take my hand so we can just run (lyrics to one of my favorite songs, and he knows it) and see where this path really leads.
Yours Truly,
Peter ******
I mean, wow. and DARN IT! why did he have to ruin our friendship? I HATE ultimatums! For years now I have been blocking any attempt he has made in the "more than friends" catagory, and I thought that I was successful for a time. But this year it got really intense: his friends would ask me if I liked him (SO juvenile! I mean come on! we're in 11th grade for goodness sake!) and he would always go out of his way to see me in the halls, and i know this because he told me all of his classes and he was always walking the wrong or longer way to his class. We had made joking plans to take eachother to the prom next year. Iguess it was more of a joke for me; now I don't have anyone to go to the prom with, another bummer. (By the way, this is all the more confusing and horrible because no one, and i mean no one has ever shown any type of interest in me. Guys always describe me as "wild" and i really don't get it because I am usually one of the most shy people you could ever meet.) Don't get me wrong, I really do like him, but only as a friend. It's really going to suck when he won't be even my friend anymore, because he can't just be my friend apparently.
And since I am no good at akward confrontations, I wrote him a letter that explained all this in what I hope is a gentle tone that I will mail to his house, right after he leaves for Mexico. Hey, I don't want to ruin his trip, and I wasn't supposed to have read it yet anyways. The good news is I'll be off to Yale by the time he gets back so he won't be able to get in touch with me right away.
I feel depressed and guilty and I can't get my mind off "the situation" as i like to call it. I want to blame him for telling me all this right before I leave for my "summer adventure" because I am definitly one to dwell on things, especially when I know it's my fault. However, I know he has every right to tell me how he feels and I was cruel to play along all these years when I knew (however indirectly) how he felt about me. I guess he'll have to learn in the most direct way possible that "It Wasn't Right....Because It Was With Him".
Your most guilty acquaintance,
<3 Humming Sue
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Frustration
My mom had surgery last week to remove her gall bladder (how in the wordl do you spell that?). I was all prepared to pamper her and be extra nice and take care of things around the house. the thing is when ever she has a surgery she gets really grumpy and demanding. this time is no exception. by the way, the surgery was an over night procedure and she should be already on the road to healing, almost back to normal right now, but not my mom! She has been in and out of the hospital for the past week since the surgery at least once a day. (She's a little bit of a hypochondriac). Oh! And on top of all of this she decided to quit smoking this week! Lucky us! That has put her in an extremely good mood (note the sarcasm). As I said in my previous blog i'm headed off to Yale for a program, what i didnt say is that we are supposed to leave next Wednesday, you know, to do all thoughs really fun things before we actually got there. Now it looks as if my first time trip to NYC is cancelled. I'm pissed. My dad's pissed. My mom's pissed. and now I'm off to see my mom at the hospital (where she's staying the night again). By the way, I hate hospitals; they freak me out.
Thanks for allowing me this rant,
<3 Humming Sue
P.S. ~ My grandparents (ugh) are here and we dont have any guest bedrooms. I'll be sleeping with the clawed beast herself tonight (Darbi).
Thanks for allowing me this rant,
<3 Humming Sue
P.S. ~ My grandparents (ugh) are here and we dont have any guest bedrooms. I'll be sleeping with the clawed beast herself tonight (Darbi).
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Beginning of Beginnings
Hi everyone! Lauren here (but you can call me Humming Sue). This is my first blog and I would like to say that I am excited to finally be joining the millions of people around the world spilling their guts out into the world wide web! I guess for my first blog I will explain why I started this thing.
For years now I have been writing in journal after journal after journal. I wrote about my daily life, my view on world events, short stories, poems, questions I had about anything. Pretty much I wrote about anything and everything around me. My younger sister, Darbi the computer wiz, kept trying to make me a blog to "expand my horizon". I don't really think she knew what that meant at the time, but it doesn't matter. Anyways, everytime she offered I refused point blank because I believed firmly in the "old fashioned" way of writing and thought that if I started to write all my thoughts out online, they would disappear into oblivion with none of the emotion I put into them when I wrote them down.
So, when I went to Barnes & Noble the other day to pick out my next journal and I looked into my ever thinning wallet, I realized that I won't be able to afford a journal every couple months anymore. Hence, I decided to start this blog in an attempt to retain an outlet for my questioning mind while not wasting my meger minimum wage income that will hopefully carry me for a little while into my first college year.
I know it's not the most original story some of you have ever heard, but it's true and it's the reason I'm here now. Now, how about learning a bit about me? I just finished my junior year of high school (I finished yesterday!) so I only have one more year! Yeah! I'm going to be pretty busy this summer because I'm working at a restaurant as a hostess and selling the carryout we serve. Also, my sister and I are going to Yale University for this three week program starting June 28th. It is going to be a blast! My parents are driving us out there on the 25 I think. On the way, we are stopping at Cedar Point (an amusement park), the city that has Penn State in it (I don't remember what it's called), and one night we are staying in NEW YORK CITY! This is going to be the first time I ever see New York and you cannot know how freaking excited I am!!!!!! While we're in New York City (!!) we're going to see The Lion King on Broadway! I'm pumped!!
Anyways, that's pretty much what I'm doing this summer. I feel like this is a pretty good blog for my first time. I still don't really know how this thing works, but I'll get the hang of it over time. I don't even know if this is private of public; if it's private and I'm talking to all of you I'll be pretty embarassed. Question: are people supposed to comment on thses things? and if so, how? Well, as you can see I've got a lot to learn. If this isn't private, and if someone comes across it, and if you can: feel free to give me some pointers, tell me what you think of my blog, or just say 'Hi!' because it would really make my day. Thanks everyone!
Until I can sneek onto my mother's computer again,
<3 Humming Sue
For years now I have been writing in journal after journal after journal. I wrote about my daily life, my view on world events, short stories, poems, questions I had about anything. Pretty much I wrote about anything and everything around me. My younger sister, Darbi the computer wiz, kept trying to make me a blog to "expand my horizon". I don't really think she knew what that meant at the time, but it doesn't matter. Anyways, everytime she offered I refused point blank because I believed firmly in the "old fashioned" way of writing and thought that if I started to write all my thoughts out online, they would disappear into oblivion with none of the emotion I put into them when I wrote them down.
So, when I went to Barnes & Noble the other day to pick out my next journal and I looked into my ever thinning wallet, I realized that I won't be able to afford a journal every couple months anymore. Hence, I decided to start this blog in an attempt to retain an outlet for my questioning mind while not wasting my meger minimum wage income that will hopefully carry me for a little while into my first college year.
I know it's not the most original story some of you have ever heard, but it's true and it's the reason I'm here now. Now, how about learning a bit about me? I just finished my junior year of high school (I finished yesterday!) so I only have one more year! Yeah! I'm going to be pretty busy this summer because I'm working at a restaurant as a hostess and selling the carryout we serve. Also, my sister and I are going to Yale University for this three week program starting June 28th. It is going to be a blast! My parents are driving us out there on the 25 I think. On the way, we are stopping at Cedar Point (an amusement park), the city that has Penn State in it (I don't remember what it's called), and one night we are staying in NEW YORK CITY! This is going to be the first time I ever see New York and you cannot know how freaking excited I am!!!!!! While we're in New York City (!!) we're going to see The Lion King on Broadway! I'm pumped!!
Anyways, that's pretty much what I'm doing this summer. I feel like this is a pretty good blog for my first time. I still don't really know how this thing works, but I'll get the hang of it over time. I don't even know if this is private of public; if it's private and I'm talking to all of you I'll be pretty embarassed. Question: are people supposed to comment on thses things? and if so, how? Well, as you can see I've got a lot to learn. If this isn't private, and if someone comes across it, and if you can: feel free to give me some pointers, tell me what you think of my blog, or just say 'Hi!' because it would really make my day. Thanks everyone!
Until I can sneek onto my mother's computer again,
<3 Humming Sue
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