tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47872248061114532412024-02-08T08:02:19.619-08:00Electric Jazz HandsSadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-38996637877576566482012-06-06T09:48:00.001-07:002012-06-06T09:51:56.233-07:00Avoiding PoliticsSo, I hate politics. I mean I try to be educated and everything and vote, but I hate talking to others about my political views. No matter what party you or the other person are it always ends in yelling/crying/eye rolling/declarations of war. Once a person told me that the person I was voting for "ate babies". Political talks always go way down hill in logic the longer they are talked about.<br />
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Besides politics for the most part aren't very interesting to me, I'd rather talk about why the school of zombie thought where the person is actually dead and then is reanimated is dying out. (Why is that? It's all about the virus that makes you crazy and breaks you down until you're dead now.) I'm not even going to tell you which political party I vote for because that is not the point.<br />
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The point is that the parties all have one very big thing in common, one thing that brings us all together. They both send way too many annoying emails and call me way too many times. Recently they've actually had real people on the phones which makes me feel a little bad when I hang up on them. So, I've decided to come up with someone ways to get them to hang up on me.<br />
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1) (The most logical answer) Tell them I am the opposite party of whatever they are.<br />
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2) I can't vote for anyone else because I am also running for President. I'll explain that while I'm legally too young to do that, my 10 cats/campaign managers tell me that we can find a loophole.<br />
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3) Tell them that I don't believe in Presidents and I'm currently working to get the US back under British control. Monarchy is so in right now.<br />
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4) I'm voting for Batman<br />
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5) I'm no longer allowed to vote because of that whole Darth Vader cult incident.<br />
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6) I was born on leap year so I'm actually not old enough to vote.Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-74779159225096423062012-03-17T20:35:00.000-07:002012-03-17T20:35:15.699-07:00Random Opinions on Random Things1. Looks wise (I swear if anyone leaves a political comment because of this I will force you to listen to Rebecca Black for years), I think Rick Santorum is about halfway to becoming the white version of Bill Cosby. Those vests just need to grow sleeves. <div><br />
</div><div>2. I refuse to watch Green Lantern for two reasons. One, it's a superhero movie with Ryan Reynolds that isn't Deadpool. Also, in what universe is it believable that Blake Lively is a excellent pilot and business woman? </div><div><br />
</div><div>3. Someone that I know used the phrase 'Oh my Shire' to comment about the Hobbit movie the other day. That doesn't even make sense. Yes substituting other words in place of God is common practice, but it should be the same type of noun. God is a person noun and Shire is a place noun. Oh my Hobbits would make much more sense. </div><div><br />
</div><div>4. People who read comic books really should never make fun of people who watch soap operas. They are basically the same thing except one has a lot more spandex. </div><div><br />
</div><div>5. I am both excited and disturbed that so many young girls love the Hunger Games. The squeeing over the romance is a little creepy. </div><div><br />
</div><div>6. Eerie, Indiana is one of the best shows ever. Why didn't it last longer? SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE!</div>Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-50216067681561200982012-02-05T20:50:00.001-08:002012-02-05T20:50:28.256-08:00Things I hate Part 21. MYSELF<div><br />
</div><div>Apparently I did something wrong and deleted all the comments on this blog. This is bad and weird of me. I should learn to be a better computery person. </div>Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-81963706746120462672012-02-05T20:25:00.000-08:002012-02-05T20:25:50.569-08:00In which I list things I hateSo I haven't updated this in awhile, mainly because I only think of clever things to say in the seconds before I fall asleep. If I could blog only with my brain then this thing would be at least twice as popular as it is now. Anyway, I lot of things have been annoying me lately and I'm going to list them.<br />
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1.BANANAS<br />
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The are basically the most evil fruit known to mankind. They taste like old people which most people think is a weird description, but trust me it makes sense. Don't eat them, don't encourage them, just throw them in a hole and set them on fire.<br />
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2. DREW BARRYMORE'S FACE<br />
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I have no idea why, but it might have something to do with having seen that whale trailer about 2 gabillzillion times this week. So many times that I had to make up a new made up number. It's making me hate the whales, I want to kill all the whales just to make that trailer stop.<br />
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3. JEGGINGS<br />
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They don't even sound pretty and leggings aren't pants.<br />
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4. DEMOCRATS<br />
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I will stop hating them when they stop emailing me 30 times a week. I know it's election time-ish, but you can't possible have that much to tell me. Weirdly, the Republicans haven't emailed me once.<br />
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5. CHARTREUSE<br />
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Can we just agree that it's an ugly color? It is, stop trying to make it work.Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-42322319983654998682011-12-05T17:39:00.000-08:002011-12-05T17:39:45.568-08:00The Transformation into a Boring Person is CompleteI haven't updated on here for awhile, mostly because nothing interesting has happened to me. Most of my interesting things have been more in the 'They should give my friends a reality show so that they can catfight for money' type of category. I tend to not write about them because even thinking about the events makes me want to built an evil robot army to destroy them all.<br />
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In other news, I now have 10 people following this blog. This basically makes me internet famous right? Right. Next up on my list is to be real famous for being famous. This has always been a dream of mine. By dream I mean, it seemed like a good idea after that whole being a trophy wife thing didn't work out. I'll be the new Paris Hilton. Actually I'd probably be the new version of whoever was the new Paris Hilton because she's very 5 years ago. (I've already got the lingo down!) Is she even still alive?<br />
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Now I just need a catchphrase. 'That's Mildly Lukewarm!'Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-48630030061293011442011-11-08T19:19:00.001-08:002011-11-08T19:19:46.995-08:00Salad Fluffer ReturnsShe was back, pretty sure it was the same one. Stop that, you don't need to fluff chocolate pudding. Why do they even put chocolate pudding in a salad bar?Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-37151761310452641082011-11-08T07:45:00.000-08:002011-11-08T07:45:03.752-08:00CheeseYesterday while wandering around town doing errands I realized something. At that moment the whole town smelled like cheese. Not good cheese. Melty, mac and cheese sort of smell, but that really ripe and strong cheese that very few people eat. Like those European countries that we never invite over to dinner.<br />
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I thought it was just over by the quilt store, it was the strongest there. A block over is some sort of plant that burns trash and we thought it was that, but everywhere I went the cheese smell followed. To Target, to the Library, and even over by my dorm. I feel like my town is at least big enough that one plant wouldn't make the whole place smell like cheese. We are becoming that country that no one wants to invite to dinner because we smell like cheese. Or that creepy kid on the playground.Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-48695924766207236982011-11-03T18:00:00.000-07:002011-11-03T19:12:34.717-07:00Random Things1. I taken to drawing cartoon elephants to keep my awake during classes. Because it's me and not some normal person, these elephants have started getting snarky thought bubbles. Usually it's something funny teacher has said (like 'You can't even DO that with sugar), or some comment about the horribly named fake companies in our examples. One of the ones on the latest test was 'Tubby's'. What does Tubby's sell? Well, I'm not actually sure, probably widgets. Widgets is one of the most fun things to say ever. They could also sell baby bathtubs, which the same might work for. Possible normal tubs (now you're sounding stupid), or maybe a dating site for overweight people? I feel like that's highly offensive and someone is going to get sat on.<br />
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2. It's finally gotten cold enough that most of the species of Teengirlious Pantslessious have gone into hibernation. Seriously people for the good of everyone's retinas, just wear pants. Or a skirt, even a romper would be fine. Just stay away from bathing suits (outside of an area of water), leotards (if you are not dancing), leggings (by themselves), tights, hose, granny panties, etc. Just don't do it.<br />
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3. Salad Fluffers. My school was extremely yummy salad bars, I get that for lunch almost everyday because I have an obsession with good ranch dressing. There are certain people who work there, the salad fluffers, that bother me to no end. I have never seen them clean up a spill, or replace and empty container. All they do is stand in the corner, wait into I need to get to something and then stand in my way and fluff it. Stop fluffing the ham, it's fine. You got it from being one pile of ham to another pile of ham. It doesn't look any better, and frankly college students don't care that much. The ham is right next to the ranch and if you get in the way of my ranch I will end you.<br />
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I feel like this isn't as funny as normally, but I've been sick. Funny is the second thing that leaves me when I'm sick. Sarcasm however, you will have to pry that from my cold dead hands.Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-31092601259114106462011-10-27T10:37:00.000-07:002011-10-27T10:37:58.784-07:00Things About BusesStory A: Imagine you are a guy in your 30's (probably), slightly creepy looking, sitting on a bus. Sitting next to you is a college age girl. What do you do?<br />
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A) Leave her alone because I don't know her and she seems very involved in the book she's reading.<br />
B) Try to talk to her.<br />
C) Creep her the fuck out by trying to talk to her without making complete eye contract so she doesn't know if you are actually talking to her or not. You will make her feel like a jerk for not responding, even though she still isn't sure if you are talking to her, and like she wishes she had a can of pepper spray.<br />
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Frankly, don't be a creeper on the bus. The MORE YOU KNOW!<br />
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<b>Story B</b>: On our buses, like most buses, they have ads on the section above your head. I noticed one on my way to the library the other day that gave me pause. It was for Birthright and talked about free pregnancy tests. All well and good, that's normal for things on the bus. What was not normally was the picture of a girl that was also on the ad. Instead of a young girl looking worried and confused about maybe being pregnant they had something horrifying. A girl with angry eyes, with her hair in her face, and half in shadow. Her dress looked like it was made from bandages.<br />
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What exactly is that part of the ad supposed to be telling me?<br />
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A) Has your husband sold your vagina to the devil? If so, you might be pregnant with demon spawn. Come to us, we can help. Holy Water is standing by.<br />
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B) Babies turn you into a uber bitch.<br />
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C) Come see if you're pregnant with us and we'll give you a free 'girl from the Grudge' just for showing up! Free gift might cause nightmares and death.<br />
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BUSES ARE WEIRD.Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-37748908123237810682011-10-25T18:52:00.000-07:002011-10-25T18:52:42.640-07:00In which I yell at fruit.Damn it clementine! The whole point of you is that you are easy to peel. I have no nails and you're supposed to be fine with that. You're supposed to just roll over and let me peel you. What is the use of you? Without an easy peel you are just a pain in my ass tangerine. Do you want that, fruit? Do you want to be a tangerine?<br />
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That's what I thought.Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787224806111453241.post-19960380073029222922011-10-20T08:28:00.000-07:002011-10-20T08:28:39.546-07:00First Day of RandomI decided to start a blog because I am normally full of the most random thoughts ever. These thoughts tend to sit in my head and never leave until I tell someone. Telling the internet is kinda like telling someone.<br />
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Sadly, now that I've started this I can't think of any random thoughts. The internet is messing with me.Sadie-Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798922840050869958noreply@blogger.com0