tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4730547938764528652024-03-18T21:13:24.319-07:00Thoughts ExposedAmy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-14848505783910701732012-04-11T07:21:00.005-07:002012-04-11T07:28:52.023-07:00Thankful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64Bqc9Vh_F0fWty2evQdYPgQBqHjeUKCJw_r6JVTqa_OlxFImDoG6W99NZxksF2ilXsPAOQRWOqWXW7Isd7F7NL27A0gLMdrZkGfQuNPE-OajNjEMrb9qwJgUxj7WxdPsdsQIjNaEfuZk/s1600/thankful-for-bad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64Bqc9Vh_F0fWty2evQdYPgQBqHjeUKCJw_r6JVTqa_OlxFImDoG6W99NZxksF2ilXsPAOQRWOqWXW7Isd7F7NL27A0gLMdrZkGfQuNPE-OajNjEMrb9qwJgUxj7WxdPsdsQIjNaEfuZk/s320/thankful-for-bad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730150018555367410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIHJ2mMcqiU4IXqcQZqC6g2g0lBb7DtyRaefDOulJCt9hUdDFnYw5eU0_opFMx7-_XpcS8W89P6hrfM36XMvfcW5EonXYRgSwtyPJk-fnaRb2Zq6LVTQFFv7hmibI_09p9MVFS3rruyYx_/s1600/thankful.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIHJ2mMcqiU4IXqcQZqC6g2g0lBb7DtyRaefDOulJCt9hUdDFnYw5eU0_opFMx7-_XpcS8W89P6hrfM36XMvfcW5EonXYRgSwtyPJk-fnaRb2Zq6LVTQFFv7hmibI_09p9MVFS3rruyYx_/s320/thankful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730149273037561298" /></a><br /><br /><br />You know as bad as my lift might get<br />as crazy as it might seem<br />and even all the times that I wish <br />that I had something/someone different in my life<br />I'm incredibly thankful that I'm alive<br />and that this is my life to live. This<br />is my life and these are my experiences <br />and God does have a plan for me.<br />I wouldn't trade this life for anything.Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-57783078059386074392012-03-26T09:19:00.004-07:002012-03-26T09:23:15.062-07:00Fuckin RollerCoasterI want the world to slow down. I don't know what I'm going to do with my life. Do I want to settle down? Do I want a family? Do I want to stay in Indiana? What is my career going to be? <br /><br />Worry Worry Worry<br /><br />All over me like a thick peanut butter mess that I can't wipe off.<br /><br />I don't want to get out of college yet. I don't feel prepared. I'm not thinking like a teacher. I'm still thinking like a student. And not a very good student by the way.<br /><br />I'm a slacker. I'm not using my time wisely. I'm hanging out with my boyfriend all the time because he helps keep me sane but then I get behind in work and I get more insane.<br /><br />It's a fuckin rollercoaster that I can't get off of because this lap bar is so damn tight.<br /><br />(slow down)<br />(pray)<br />(deep breaths)<br />(it'll be alright)<br /><br />I don't have to know what I'm going to do with my life, but so often I want to know and it scares me that I don't.Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-56281859629666692362012-02-21T18:45:00.000-08:002012-02-21T19:03:42.591-08:00Hormones suck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEHs1sg01wMZdcqg0QDtHmJ_FBOukOPMN5dlvKOBNnemG5oiDMTkIMFda9PBRR-5TStuiT6ASY2ooT2A43c7KGC307P0NK8xvNZnlVWCuVI1pym7VJJKJSQcIckEUkzyaK1aml3zdYRgz1/s1600/AAAAAijEl-wAAAAAAH8pzQ.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEHs1sg01wMZdcqg0QDtHmJ_FBOukOPMN5dlvKOBNnemG5oiDMTkIMFda9PBRR-5TStuiT6ASY2ooT2A43c7KGC307P0NK8xvNZnlVWCuVI1pym7VJJKJSQcIckEUkzyaK1aml3zdYRgz1/s320/AAAAAijEl-wAAAAAAH8pzQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711790019242441106" /></a><br /><br />I don't know what was up with my, why I was acting so crazy. But then again even as I say that, I don't think that I was crazy. I was being a girl.<br /><br />Normally, I can deal with those sorts of emotions and I don't let them interfere with my relationships.<br /><br />I blames hormones.<br /><br />Anywho, for some reason or another I feel better. Sorta.<br /><br />I mean I still stand beside everything that I said. I wasn't lying about missing him or wanting to be wanted. But at least I got myself more under control to where I can control that.<br /><br />It sounds like I'm just shoving it away...but it's more like I'm just not letting it rule me. I let it out every now and then. I take it out for a walk, give it fresh air.<br /><br />But yea. Hormones suck.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplSEbz4eXMm983WaleU-pjziHHEVlVPT3usFXPshTUE4N8JQ-F-cdvIdMTd7sDUm2cKP-ZS___G-yiJwkzuXL5HeacXio-HT9pHhphTXfaICqqLlymWV_TsO2pbr9pePxgNTfJGwY-wOA/s1600/hormonessuck.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplSEbz4eXMm983WaleU-pjziHHEVlVPT3usFXPshTUE4N8JQ-F-cdvIdMTd7sDUm2cKP-ZS___G-yiJwkzuXL5HeacXio-HT9pHhphTXfaICqqLlymWV_TsO2pbr9pePxgNTfJGwY-wOA/s320/hormonessuck.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711789967205335218" /></a>Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-7417860134649969882012-02-20T19:29:00.001-08:002012-02-20T19:30:40.591-08:00More Silly meAll I'm saying over and over in my head is...<br /><br />Love me!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Want</span> to spend time with me.Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-72075184884961125302012-02-20T18:04:00.003-08:002012-02-20T18:06:37.758-08:00Added Thought<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGvPhZiKs-uDDT2KdvtPWpnAjTK8AefzXW8l5aeUYL6cY351_FBbqEPyvwtw5khDbRHl_VRnq4r2WJWdc9WZY3mTj-iTnrctcIkjH5ovtlGo9TNS1bC0JhtI3HJ58qepyOw8OYuRsVW3Ei/s1600/ThunderLOGO-CMYK.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGvPhZiKs-uDDT2KdvtPWpnAjTK8AefzXW8l5aeUYL6cY351_FBbqEPyvwtw5khDbRHl_VRnq4r2WJWdc9WZY3mTj-iTnrctcIkjH5ovtlGo9TNS1bC0JhtI3HJ58qepyOw8OYuRsVW3Ei/s320/ThunderLOGO-CMYK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711404448286495730" /></a><br />At least we'll have a weekend together at Thunder Over Louisville. <br /><br />That's better than nothing I suppose.Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-34900761876301215632012-02-20T17:48:00.006-08:002012-02-20T18:02:43.157-08:00Melodramatic-nessI guess this will be for whoever is listening/reading, but I feel kinda shitty. I mean. I feel like I'm in this weird place right now. I'm sad but I'm mad but I'm not really mad because I really don't want to get mad. <br /><br />I really don't have a good grasp of what I'm feeling. I want to spend spring break with my boyfriend, but he's going to Vegas with his mom. I was like ok at first. I get to see him at school. She wants some time alone. I was fine with this. <br /><br />But then shit starts hitting the fan and now I never see him. He's always working on critiques for his art studios and busy and hardly texts me. I don't want to be selfish I really don't. My mom always said that in a relationship when you start asking "how does this benefit me" you start going downhill. But I'm not overly demanding. I try super hard not to be. I just want some special time with my man :(<br /><br />And when I tried talking to him again tonight, I was timid and weird and distant. I knew it wouldn't really matter anyway. He plans everything so right in front of him. He doesn't see any further than his next crit. then what's happening this week. So when I asked when they're leaving for Vegas he said he'd know when his mom told him to get on the plane. It only bothers me sometimes when it comes to our relationship that he doesn't always seem to take the time to think about <span style="font-weight:bold;">us</span> you know?<br /><br />And yea so I really don't want to go home for spring break. My friends never do anything for spring break. Kent explicitly said that he's not coming home, that he's going to go off with friends. And plus there's another family living with my family. And the parents are living in my room. So if I come home I can't even be in my own room for that week. How sucky is that?<br /><br />And really I guess I am pulling the selfish card :( I don't want to go home, partly because it'll be weird for me, but really in all honesty because I want some <span style="font-weight:bold;">quality</span> time with my guy. Is that too much to ask for? I know I "get to see him all the time" here at school. But that's not quality time. We're both so stressed with all my reading and papers due and all his art critiques that it's always so strained. We never go anywhere really. Just hang out at his house. And even now we hardly do that because we don't have the time. :(<br /><br />It's just....I feel like I miss him....even when he's here....<br /><br />And I just wish that he wanted to spend as much time with me as I want to with him, but he seems to just kinda push it off and say that I get to see him during the school year. Well...she spent 18 years with you and I've only just come into your life. Can't I have a little more time for us?<br /><br />I know I sound whiny....and I hardly ever sound this melodramatic....<br /><br />Idk....I guess above everything else I want to spend quality time with him and I wish that he wanted to spend quality time with me :(<br /><br />But I guess we don't always get what we want outta life.Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-83414813863622834132012-02-03T11:15:00.001-08:002012-02-03T11:26:14.824-08:00Life thus farYou know this semester has been so hectic lately. I can't believe that I'm taking 5 English classes. Yes, <span style="font-weight:bold;">5 English classes!</span> What the fuck was I thinking.....<br /><br />I'm writing down so much stuff in my planner that I can't even keep up with it all. <br /><br />My profs are sending me all sorts of emails with stuff that's due for next class. At first I thought this was great cuz I didn't necessarily have to keep track of stuff. But hell I just keep dropping the ball all over the place. <br /><br />And don't give me this shit of, <span style="font-style:italic;">"oh you're crying about this, but I bet it's not that bad"</span> or <span style="font-style:italic;">"I think you need to grow up and stop complaining cuz you're in college and this is what it's like for everyone"</span><br /><br />Shut the hell up!<br /><br />I'll say what I want and if you think I'm being such a nancy about it, here's a boot that can go right up your ass.<br /><br />If you don't think that.....<br />Well then thank you for sympathizing.<br /><br />Just so you know I have this tendency to get defensive because that's how I've had to grown up with my siblings. It's just at the forefront of my mind to protect myself from others and their opinions. <br /><br />Not that I'm apologizing for <span style="font-weight:bold;">anything</span>. <br />This is just so you know.<br /><br />But yea past the whole defensive rant that just kinda burst forth, which I guess I could go back and delete so that no one has to know that part about me, but fuck it. <br /><br />Classes are hectic, lots of stuff going on, lots of papers being written, lots of books being read.<br />I'm not seeing my friends as often as I'd like cuz to be frank I use my breaks during the day to do homework and in the evening I'm doing more homework. <br /><br />And the weekends I spend with my beaux :) <3<br />Tell you what I hardly get a chance to see him at all during the week so it's great to have the weekends together to go get groceries, watch a couple movies, or go into the studios and work on our projects together.<br /><br />It's just hard finding time for everyone and I feel like I'm dropping the ball on that too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FSo7i9rlUZR9cMJ-r4rUo0jONcXWwgWk_VTNszbYCyQdLvTPCqyvQSjxDuE-fCwnitw6b6nq3tyhyphenhypheng8CecJSqsb036Hxdl7Ot7Xw_o3azjQZ7IVN5WZcXlrxjtacOagTHjROK_Gq-Glc/s1600/Drop_Ball.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FSo7i9rlUZR9cMJ-r4rUo0jONcXWwgWk_VTNszbYCyQdLvTPCqyvQSjxDuE-fCwnitw6b6nq3tyhyphenhypheng8CecJSqsb036Hxdl7Ot7Xw_o3azjQZ7IVN5WZcXlrxjtacOagTHjROK_Gq-Glc/s320/Drop_Ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704992431152764802" /></a><br /><br />haha well maybe not necessarily in that sense <br />more like....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaO_NNZ_DXYg2MvA-0_Q6Onl6vPuZfd2ts3ClccJMpA9eOM-NmAyu8IJoHKSJ4UT7m3qeoZIiWLqsHxKPTFd8Amtlbg304rOA9RKoDLjiXdeSOFN9gWrkZ_08Ugna-eShEaNyE4covDFU/s1600/dropping_ball_1a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaO_NNZ_DXYg2MvA-0_Q6Onl6vPuZfd2ts3ClccJMpA9eOM-NmAyu8IJoHKSJ4UT7m3qeoZIiWLqsHxKPTFd8Amtlbg304rOA9RKoDLjiXdeSOFN9gWrkZ_08Ugna-eShEaNyE4covDFU/s320/dropping_ball_1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704992567189182114" /></a><br /><br />in the more metaphorical sense<br /><br />But yea college. Gotta get my shit together cuz I'm gonna be here for another 2 years.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Yea super senior!</span></span>Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-57719386433932938852012-02-03T11:08:00.000-08:002012-02-03T11:12:31.146-08:00For the boyfriendI love how my boyfriend reads my blogs :P<br />I dunno I just like the fact that he pays attention to me more than just listening to what I'm saying, he's going beyond that.<br /><br />So honey, thanks ;)<br /><br />xoxo<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRXtq_kuH9q-a1NO8AMuCzA5IvjjjlctS40uUz7tdilqgPTHbS9XL8iZvHHeIDWSyGUgifMCU1gf7ZiBvw8NpZnwzUU3zGEaSrUGr2ywfUCymCNbYKknE6PLZsCBc42zDy9_WgdPBwmPT6/s1600/309683_10150355146386494_760031493_8497270_521855678_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRXtq_kuH9q-a1NO8AMuCzA5IvjjjlctS40uUz7tdilqgPTHbS9XL8iZvHHeIDWSyGUgifMCU1gf7ZiBvw8NpZnwzUU3zGEaSrUGr2ywfUCymCNbYKknE6PLZsCBc42zDy9_WgdPBwmPT6/s320/309683_10150355146386494_760031493_8497270_521855678_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704989064104476546" /></a><br /><br /><br />p.s. I look totally awful in this picture but at least he looks good :) <br /><br />love love love his smile :)Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-85070021570571055502012-02-03T10:59:00.000-08:002012-02-03T11:03:28.689-08:00Writing a NovelI've never been very interested in writing a novel. I'm more of the short story/ poetry kinda gal. But then I signed up for 407 Advanced Creative Fiction with Cathy Day. <br /><br />I read her novel, her linked stories more like. <br /><br />I like the teacher but I just can't wrap my head around the idea of writing a novel.<br /><br />It's just the fact that I don't fell like I have the endurance to write that much.<br /><br />She's having us write 2,250 words each week.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">each week!</span><br /><br />and I'm floundering. I can't do it. I don't have that much material inside of me to write that much.<br /><br />Then there's also the fact that I really don't like that I am being forced to write. Well force is a harsh word.....but just the fact that it is being required of me makes that little kid inside scream, <span style="font-style:italic;">"I don't wanna!"</span><br /><br />So this is why I'm writing this blog. <br />And not working on my writing.<br />Because right now<br />I just don't give a flying fuckAmy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-51815484572995717022011-11-23T08:05:00.000-08:002011-11-23T08:09:57.981-08:00It's so fuzzy!I'm really not all that into the Ugg style of boots<br />or the knock-off Airwalk styles I guess<br />but there's just something about this boot that makes me want it....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosN_r5tCe2ked-sKFRYBrx9lqXE3xlARc1z5pjtvQsoVvQa7QpWinSf671ZsMlzUrAu_qEl0cDiDIL6E_6bPjUTvuLkmWxzwqVpdOSzwEiFGLp3latrJ6oWR9MxzK1MixIn2dyRN311aj/s1600/088449_4_490x490.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosN_r5tCe2ked-sKFRYBrx9lqXE3xlARc1z5pjtvQsoVvQa7QpWinSf671ZsMlzUrAu_qEl0cDiDIL6E_6bPjUTvuLkmWxzwqVpdOSzwEiFGLp3latrJ6oWR9MxzK1MixIn2dyRN311aj/s320/088449_4_490x490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678223515638438034" /></a><br />I mean the color is <span style="font-weight:bold;">so</span> interesting.<br />And I <span style="font-style:italic;">really</span> want to have a pair of fur-lined boots.<br /><br />But on the other hand there's these boots<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzUEl6t9Cg68hjMj8J2Pjy0qFWlzHv_SnqI91YvsY27E1n1CSUWjUTwged5GKNEEbbl-jEyUf8V3atplZrrL6YQ_ELFQ1URjgf-FXAR-9dAs3LSmjzXZ7kLrAk3dzMxB64lAslzcIBn3O/s1600/091563_4_490x490.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzUEl6t9Cg68hjMj8J2Pjy0qFWlzHv_SnqI91YvsY27E1n1CSUWjUTwged5GKNEEbbl-jEyUf8V3atplZrrL6YQ_ELFQ1URjgf-FXAR-9dAs3LSmjzXZ7kLrAk3dzMxB64lAslzcIBn3O/s320/091563_4_490x490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678223767922793922" /></a><br />They're black. They're sassy. They have an actual attractive form to them rather than the Airwalk that are just kinda there... And they're fur-lined as well.<br />I'm gonna go Black Friday shopping with Tabitha and I'll try each one on lol<br /><br />We'll see which one I buy :PAmy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-59745525683583624922011-11-14T13:59:00.000-08:002011-11-14T14:04:45.079-08:00Just Another Day on Sesame StreetShaking his wings, letting the sun warm his feathers, Big Bird stretches for his usual morning run through of reciting the alphabet and singing songs with kids. Good morning Teddy, he said cheerfully. This is going to be a great day. I wonder what the letter-of-the-day is going to be? Looking up he notices the 123 sign underneath Sesame Street. With a sigh he rejoices in his good fortune at living in such a good neighborhood.<br /><br />Hey you! Big Bird. Mr. High and Mighty. Mr. I-can-run-the-whole-show-by-myself. Mr. I’m too good to have any help from everyone. Get down here! <br /><br />There stood Oscar the Grouch, still in his trashcan, fuming at the world and wanting to do something about it.<br /><br />Didn’t you hear me bird brains? Get the fuck down here!<br /><br />Why whatever could have gotten you so irritated Oscar? Big Bird asked timidly not wanting to start a confrontation.<br /><br />Eyebrows knit together and mouth working furiously side to side, he yelled, You remember last week when you took my mocha latte? Huh do ya? I had been waiting on that for an hour. An hour! Man that is the last straw. There was the time you cock blocked me from asking Zoe out on a date and now she’s seeing that red fuzz ball Elmo. Then there was the time that you and Snuffaluffaguswent out to the bars and didn’t think to invite me. Am I not good enough for you? Is that it? Well that latte was the last straw. I’m done with it. I’m done with you!<br /><br />And with a flourish he whipped out a Glock 19, big, bulky, and black and had it leveled straight at Big Bird like he was some pimped out gangster, ready to take down this good for nothing motherfucker.<br /><br />What now turkey feathers?! What now?! Telling me the ABC’s ain’t gonna help you now!<br /><br />He fired off a round into Big Bird’s nest sending him flapping backwards from the bullets. Pieces of his nest come fly up and hit him in the face. <br /><br />Yea not so high and mighty now are ya?! He said as he fired off 3…4…5 more rounds into the nest. <br /><br />Plastered against the edge of the nest Big Bird thought hurriedly: No, I can’t give in to this. I can’t give into my past. I left that life behind when I came to Sesame Street. I only wanted to start over. Start anew. But even as Big Bird thought this he knew that he couldn’t talk his way out of this. Oscar was pushed over the edge. There was no coming back from this. Narrowing his eyes, focusing one only one thing, he ducked behind his nest for safety, and dove behind his roller-skates and unicycle to pull out two black standard issue Uzis. <br /><br />Standing up in the nest, looking down ends of his firearms like a highly trained marine sniper, Big Bird yelled, You wanna play like this? Well then we can play like this ya lil green ball of cat vomit!<br /><br />He pulls the triggers and lets the bullets rain down on Oscar like chunks of ice in a hailstorm, penetrating his trashcan, ripping the metal to shreds. A high scream escapes his furry green lips as he arches his back and shoots at Big Bird half-hazardly, and then suddenly falls against the rim of his trashcan. Dead. <br /><br />The air in the street still buzzes with the tension of gunfire. Big Bird’s precious sign hangs from only one chain, rocking back and forth in the wind. A repulsive stench oozes over the trashcan like so many unfinished dinners tossed aside. The stink pervading his mouth and coating it in a palpable taste of hate and carnage. Looking down at the wrecked trashcan and the heap of wholly fuzz within, Big Bird finally lowers his guns. <br /><br />Just another day on Sesame Street.Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-63291782068069076992011-09-22T09:16:00.000-07:002011-09-22T09:18:29.684-07:00The Creeper<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy84KyTeh1GZ8q24RGyh68de6TLeUwbv1k5GLwVPrzqXCwhBbf-EeJ_g5Y_Hc19bfC7sY_IXpUvc_IlMUdZgQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />So this one girl Sidney Himes showed me this video and I've been <span style="font-weight:bold;">obsessed</span> with it.Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-15063199479932673122011-09-18T20:26:00.000-07:002011-09-18T20:35:33.781-07:00MovementRandom thought:<br /><br />I like movement<br /><br />Like....<br /><br />I really love spinning poi because it gives me a zen feel. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the movement of my arms going around my body<br />my body spinning in time with the poi</span><br /><br />poetry<br /><br />right there<br /><br />But then I got to talking to my new gal pal, Ray, about how much I liked compressed charcoal.<br /><br />I like how you can move the charcoal around on the paper....it's gets all over your fingers and under your nails, which I like too<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*SIDENOTE* </span><br />I feel like if I don't get charcoal, paint, or whatever on me while I'm working I'm not doing it right. Fyi<br /><br />Anywho, I like compressed charcoal.<br /><br />And now I'm sitting here watching Evan paint and I'm just like, <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Wow, I really like the way that just moves across the canvas...."</span><br /><br />I don't know what it is about <span style="font-style:italic;">movement</span>...<br /><br />I just like the feel of it ya know?<br /><br />And I guess that can transfer to why I like the ocean and I'm continuously drawn to it....<br /><br />hmm....Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-10291964839041020732011-07-03T17:51:00.000-07:002011-07-03T17:52:41.192-07:00Data B*tch!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI334yXRx7NMdgWNCNuJdFlzCCFUblaIo903mAg8N_uJGZn0uf_cz7kNl8ApJRzQHlhfKX39qfs4SaR2zd6Vzsf0dRocZE5lA78pS27FF1cx8nyod-R5Hb02RnkhkKpPqVaj1DgXFdPye6/s1600/canttouchthis.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI334yXRx7NMdgWNCNuJdFlzCCFUblaIo903mAg8N_uJGZn0uf_cz7kNl8ApJRzQHlhfKX39qfs4SaR2zd6Vzsf0dRocZE5lA78pS27FF1cx8nyod-R5Hb02RnkhkKpPqVaj1DgXFdPye6/s320/canttouchthis.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625293560547883938" /></a><br /><br />Dude is this not a badass pic?!<br /><br />Rock on Data!Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-19254558188621977782011-07-03T17:44:00.000-07:002011-07-03T21:59:46.406-07:00Compassion Pit<span style="font-weight:bold;">Oh hey!</span><br /><br />So since I posted about how I like <span style="font-weight:bold;">oneword.com</span><br />I thought I might as well throw out a shout out to <span style="font-weight:bold;">compassionpit.com</span><br /><br />Right so this is a great lil site for people who want to talk to someone without feeling like they're being judged.<br />Cuz yea I hate being judged. <br />I instantly get defensive.<br />No bueno.<br /><br />So....this site is helpful :D<br /><br />AND<br />I even had this really good talk with a guy named Ryan who's gf just dumped him :(<br />I managed to help him out I think and we got talking about some of what's going on with me<br />and I felt better<br />so it was a <span style="font-style:italic;">win win</span> all around <br />:D<br /><br />So hey if you ever wanna talk to someone just for the sake of talking to someone<br />jump on over to this 'ere site :)Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-43564292955384457442011-07-03T17:37:00.000-07:002011-07-03T22:02:34.985-07:00One Word<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEXwh21COoUX-cYpixR29gh0t_mQ9zh82WzdIhbCAujsY_MGUMLnfWHjvjrqg0I0yOrvOdJbqqFtt5zh6SUChTRFQzkRpOSVkkvZRQSxA9hMdw7S8goFKc-RetXtJxzbPp5I3a68bzSv4/s1600/olympics_wordcloud584.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEXwh21COoUX-cYpixR29gh0t_mQ9zh82WzdIhbCAujsY_MGUMLnfWHjvjrqg0I0yOrvOdJbqqFtt5zh6SUChTRFQzkRpOSVkkvZRQSxA9hMdw7S8goFKc-RetXtJxzbPp5I3a68bzSv4/s320/olympics_wordcloud584.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625357992805705186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpea1W3-cGzQX88bp9kSp3m9G3q4_BHtNzDc-6lrh4QHJ0KIQ9_WJ9PyYH2IGvT95HdwXPdW-ifw6VwA6Ck9VJ6EdfhGShrvPN3S0YBNIS64xVdGY6V5QgfWHTeDS1ZUp9rHGAWI5m5lVY/s1600/congress.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpea1W3-cGzQX88bp9kSp3m9G3q4_BHtNzDc-6lrh4QHJ0KIQ9_WJ9PyYH2IGvT95HdwXPdW-ifw6VwA6Ck9VJ6EdfhGShrvPN3S0YBNIS64xVdGY6V5QgfWHTeDS1ZUp9rHGAWI5m5lVY/s320/congress.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625291111473134418" /></a><br />Hey so there's this one site<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">oneword.com (which for some odd reason I can't get the link to work....sry)<br /></span>that I'm in love with because it's like<br /><br />"Oh hey there, so you're bored? Well we've got this nifty lil<br />worry free kinda chilaxin way for you to defrag your brain<br />and have a bit of fun along the way."<br /><br />So yea you get 60 seconds or so to write as much as you <br />can slash want (yes I wrote slash rather than putting the symbol)<br />and then that's it.<br /><br />You can check out what others have put<br />and yea it's just super cool and I love it <br />:)<br /><br />course I love writing.....<br />so I might love it more than you......<br /><br /> <3one wordAmy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-21312952224878908182011-07-03T17:30:00.001-07:002011-07-03T17:33:49.203-07:00Lots of Names!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnK5jBxmLPDBfDaGRQ5KHDjKdgU0xMQLwCCHA43MARcdmKCxdvGQ5KfXcrpF_Ffvej5PtljdDu64ACPuL_vjp-MpXOGdVKycV8J3jhOanJzbjOtWTQyIZaJVCx456l7Q3sdtTHxHdL4sk_/s1600/www.sodahead.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnK5jBxmLPDBfDaGRQ5KHDjKdgU0xMQLwCCHA43MARcdmKCxdvGQ5KfXcrpF_Ffvej5PtljdDu64ACPuL_vjp-MpXOGdVKycV8J3jhOanJzbjOtWTQyIZaJVCx456l7Q3sdtTHxHdL4sk_/s320/www.sodahead.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625288805855489522" /></a><br />Oh my good golly gracious<br />Mother Teresa<br />Bill Nye the science guy<br />AND<br />Benjamin Franklin<br /><br />What do all of these people have in common????<br /><br />I have absolutely no idea.....<br /><br />As soon as you find out let me know.Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-92061647584861157132011-06-07T13:30:00.000-07:002011-06-07T13:41:10.305-07:00Story Time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcl5HJ6q208lnSex2MR9tzXdjglaMKWOVpWWRCkaKXyctoaOMjMTdNZ1dTzk6mpmwmUs3G_Vg9eDQVTybggjuVJOmM_85Sqc3Jvew7iettn8K5I6lqV1uzOue_I-10lT_seZdiolKsGQR/s1600/funny-dog-pictures-stranger-danger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcl5HJ6q208lnSex2MR9tzXdjglaMKWOVpWWRCkaKXyctoaOMjMTdNZ1dTzk6mpmwmUs3G_Vg9eDQVTybggjuVJOmM_85Sqc3Jvew7iettn8K5I6lqV1uzOue_I-10lT_seZdiolKsGQR/s320/funny-dog-pictures-stranger-danger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615580506771855986" /></a><br />OH MY FRICKEN GOSH!<br /><br />.....I haven't blogged in forever.......<br /><br /><br />Ok so what prompted me to blog is a HILARIOUS event that occurred at Ken'ts open house.<br /><br />Picture if you will:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I am almost 21 (at the end of the month!) and I see this little kid ride his bike down the road and walk right into our garage. He looks around like he doesn't quite know what to do. I think to myself, "He looks so familiar." Then it dawns on me: I use to babysit him!<br />I say to the young boy, "Ben?" <br />"Yes....." he replies hesitantly.<br />My eyes light up and I say the first thing that comes to mind. "Can I have a hug?"<br />He immediately says no, looks down at the ground, and backs up at least 12 feet from me.</span><br /><br />To me it was a reunion of sorts. This young boy that I had babysat so very long ago had grown up. (tear tear) I didn't think that he wouldn't remember me At All. <br /><br />He went over to his mom as soon as he saw her and told her that "This girl had wanted to give me a hug. I don't even know her. I don't even know her...."<br /><br />Way to go momma. Way to teach him stranger danger. You have taught him well.Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-34056476896994078442011-04-13T08:41:00.000-07:002011-04-13T08:46:25.096-07:00Aqua Pets!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_izygqIXhPDe07TMbFTIuVMw99SWO4tXr5QMONoMGzuGGH59sNhmcIB8Temv4PjsJvHNJsu_9KHVx0GeE3N4aKaeUxsczHWU7KWog_ZAJXKWoPI-pqRaXVEhVPHgc_ehWTBVOTNPkmPs/s1600/Aquapets.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_izygqIXhPDe07TMbFTIuVMw99SWO4tXr5QMONoMGzuGGH59sNhmcIB8Temv4PjsJvHNJsu_9KHVx0GeE3N4aKaeUxsczHWU7KWog_ZAJXKWoPI-pqRaXVEhVPHgc_ehWTBVOTNPkmPs/s320/Aquapets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595094592933019858" /></a><br /><br />I want an aqua pet!!!<br />They are so cute!!!<br /><br />Will someone buy me this one???<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSwnC3qAWbz664LmHQ6WRpmNiKlixMpbm98JfMHg8UqC_aBpGxPhcBYx7r5qHtajEP86Us3GAgaYWTPULhY2MuDr4ud4_9XvrSZjjvbiuc00Hnlk5AdfcT4Xetv86fHDKw7yKgm-67duA/s1600/squiert.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSwnC3qAWbz664LmHQ6WRpmNiKlixMpbm98JfMHg8UqC_aBpGxPhcBYx7r5qHtajEP86Us3GAgaYWTPULhY2MuDr4ud4_9XvrSZjjvbiuc00Hnlk5AdfcT4Xetv86fHDKw7yKgm-67duA/s320/squiert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595094596000894130" /></a><br /><br />I'll love you forever and ever and ever!!!<br />or at least until my attention span runs out and then I just.......<br /><br /><a> href="http://www.newaquapets.com/?gclid=CKPi8qTqmagCFUPf4AodVnaWDA"></a>Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-50628104679157980842011-04-13T08:31:00.000-07:002011-04-13T08:36:15.877-07:00Fantastic!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjPeTOmJ9c4IlW9sqCS1xa3QScfdo6onpaZvsgBiOL6LuOaQ-bByyo2KziDhlxASxmcUfPmEN48_KI5dvp1V7pujE9LOy8dRLIDPW8RLOZdRPizQX2brgRcixaZaf-VL-DeWDuEP3rlHH_/s1600/happy_face.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjPeTOmJ9c4IlW9sqCS1xa3QScfdo6onpaZvsgBiOL6LuOaQ-bByyo2KziDhlxASxmcUfPmEN48_KI5dvp1V7pujE9LOy8dRLIDPW8RLOZdRPizQX2brgRcixaZaf-VL-DeWDuEP3rlHH_/s320/happy_face.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595092411801573682" /></a><br />So in my last entry I wrote that I was undergoing a lot of stress....still am but I'm feeling pretty good about it all :)<br /><br />I had to give a debate today and I was freaking out about it last night. I woke up this morning though and I felt <span style="font-weight:bold;">fantastic!</span> I was just so chill and <span style="font-style:italic;">whatever</span> about it. I took a shower, curled my hair, and got all prettyfied. It takes a lot to be a girl. I don't know if I'd like doing it everyday :/ <br /><br />Yes, I'm more of a tomboy.<br /><br />But if I was to revamp my wardrobe I could be more of a girl. <br /><br />Hmmm<br /><br />But I digress.....<br /><br />I feel fantastic :)<br /><br />I wasn't worried about my debate this morning and I wasn't even that worried when the negative team started ripping apart our argument in our first speech. I was like like, "Shit he's ripping us apart." <br /><br />And I was smiling about it.<br /><br />Weird right??<br /><br />But yea debate is over, gonna turn in this paper, gonna work on art and write a paper later today.<br /><br />As long as I just keep on working on these tasks one at a time I should be in really good shape :)Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-17569517080583249632011-04-13T08:18:00.000-07:002011-04-13T08:37:45.075-07:00Yes, Stress.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinGCmI2TNOPW3500W4DsIDiVR_3jJ-MfKQ9DJCi-kuKPck7IHOnhqIbgFE7bxUjlfMVAe4MrcGa6NPun50Xw9Pf0UOhXv2GtKCsjKGNaHJOJAAheQG3dhqVfqb6NyzClum68BapTqXFXHR/s1600/work_stress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinGCmI2TNOPW3500W4DsIDiVR_3jJ-MfKQ9DJCi-kuKPck7IHOnhqIbgFE7bxUjlfMVAe4MrcGa6NPun50Xw9Pf0UOhXv2GtKCsjKGNaHJOJAAheQG3dhqVfqb6NyzClum68BapTqXFXHR/s320/work_stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595092779744635602" /></a><br />The past couple days have been fairly stressful. I had to work on my art projects, write a debate, and write an 8 page paper. <br /><br />My teacher was disappointed yesterday because I hadn't done enough work on my drawing for him to actually critique it. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">BUT </span><br />that project is now due Tuesday rather than tomorrow. <br />So I'll take his disappointment as long as I can make it up to him Tuesday. <br /><br />My other art project is a painting that I haven't even started painting yet. Yesterday I was fiddling around and I figured out where I want to have everything painted. It looks like a paint-by-number right now. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">AND</span><br />I had thought that this project was due tomorrow as well but in fact it's also due Tuesday.<br /><br />I worked for like 2+ hours last night on my 8 page Interpersonal Relationship paper that is due today. All I literally have to do for that class now is walk in, hand her the paper, and walk right back out. Done. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">What I still have to do:</span><br />-Work on my drawing so that I can have something for the critique tomorrow.<br />-Get little jars for my paint and start getting that set up so I can hopefully start painting tomorrow.<br />-Write an English paper that's due Monday just so that I can get it out of the way.<br />-Study for a test that I'm taking tomorrow in my Comm 240 class. <br /><br />Sounds like fun eh?<br />Yea no you probably don't care that much about what all I have to do, but it helps me by writing it out. <br /><br />I actually have all my projects written in expo on my mirror, jotted down in my planner, on a little white square, and now this blog.<br /><br />I should be able to get everything together. :)Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-86830095123181234142011-03-30T13:14:00.001-07:002011-03-30T13:31:51.043-07:00Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7pzC9Ak2EyCs1wn6s9-duQnvmGXNAUtwejxWTEdYaAG-lcYrQ0jFRHRNS7pXftS8IlMM9bioFWuWUsRQ2xewq5h1upZuHpIc5SU4RiWCUZuFPTr5nNFN_mHvMGEkNawz3iUUeXgze4Mg/s1600/UPDATE-LOGO.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7pzC9Ak2EyCs1wn6s9-duQnvmGXNAUtwejxWTEdYaAG-lcYrQ0jFRHRNS7pXftS8IlMM9bioFWuWUsRQ2xewq5h1upZuHpIc5SU4RiWCUZuFPTr5nNFN_mHvMGEkNawz3iUUeXgze4Mg/s320/UPDATE-LOGO.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589970641449993250" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1.)</span> Alright so I was freaking out about my debate that I had to give this morning. <br /><br />But it went well.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Whew!</span><br /><br />I think we presented our argument well enough, it could have been better, and I think that the affirmative team definitely won. <br />But hey we did the best we could.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2.)</span> My tonsils are currently the size of ping pong balls. I don't know why. They just swelled up last night.<br /><br />And yea it was fun trying to give a speech like that....but whatever....<br /><br />It's uncomfortable trying to eat :/<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3.)</span> I just got another moleskin notebook!<br /><br />I love them so much....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhO02Iuz_TkeR4kFOGPsNHrj6bf4X5_YLf3i2ivRTWfaEMh_qiBFF37iwHijHiA2gYbSE76iQnalmk-qOuJtD5mZejnKQGtoCdk4zr3WnpSjZC5VpdX4YXlsqu1tEM-rqNoOgu7JXvemZQ/s1600/moleskine-715525.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhO02Iuz_TkeR4kFOGPsNHrj6bf4X5_YLf3i2ivRTWfaEMh_qiBFF37iwHijHiA2gYbSE76iQnalmk-qOuJtD5mZejnKQGtoCdk4zr3WnpSjZC5VpdX4YXlsqu1tEM-rqNoOgu7JXvemZQ/s320/moleskine-715525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589970079335362914" /></a><br /><br />I have my vine journal for lengthy entries, my red journal for random thoughts and poems, my lil red moleskin sketchbook for sketches (<span style="font-style:italic;">duh</span>) and now this one.<br /><br />I have no idea what to use it for but whatever. I'll find a use for it :P<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4.)</span> I just got the call saying that I'm assured my summer job at Homecrest, a cabinet making factory back home in Goshen. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Woot! Woot!<br /></span><br /><br />I'm gonna be back working in the same place I was last summer. <br /><br />What I loved was that Kerri said that Bob, my supervisor, was glad to have me working for him again :) <br /><br />It feels good when others appreciate your hard work :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">5.)</span> I have an 8 page paper, a video project, another debate, and numerous art projects due in the next 2 weeks. <br /><br />Funnnn<br /><br />But yea I'll probably talk (<span style="font-style:italic;">whine</span>) more about those as time progresses.<br /><br />Dip!Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-45957369708544312122011-03-27T18:20:00.000-07:002011-03-27T18:37:29.467-07:00Athos!!<span style="font-weight:bold;">I have my baby again!!!</span><br /><br />Finally!<br /><br />I have Athos back in my arms<br />in my grasp<br />between my fingers<br />with me<br /><br />and I'm so happy!<br /><br />You know it's just weird using someone else's laptop.<br /><br />There's all sorts of little quirks that you set up on <span style="font-style:italic;">your</span> laptop that just aren't on any other one. <br /><br />Like I have Expose and these Spaces assigned to stuff. <br />I have this whole finger-swipeyness<br />and yea Emma's didn't so it was weird. <br /><br />But hey whatever I have him back now :P<br /><br />Oh rollin back a bit: My powerpoint wasn't working on Athos and Emma's mommy dearest has the new Microsoft Suite. So I was like,<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Mommy dearest, could you be a darling and install the new suite on Athos?? My powerpoint isn't working :("<br /></span>and she was like,<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Well sure dear. I would love to. :)"</span><br /><br />So Emma took Athos home with her for the weekend<br />and now I have all sorts of new programs to have fun with :P<br /><br />I missed him very much so I did.<br /><br /><3 Athos!!!Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-1108325965945449032011-03-25T10:55:00.001-07:002011-03-25T13:10:55.905-07:00Shirt WootSo I just had a wonderful lunch with my buddy Zac and he was showing me all these crazy shirts on Shirt.Woot<br /><br />Here's a few of my favorites :P<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKhWe-69W5-pQa8qunix5mO-7NOJjwZo3h_iD-RkiKRhLoUTM8B8pfan8ECPeGHaAQJ-ykNuPhUJH7q9cuGB8FeNdtX1uPb4qXqXT0oCmXk8DExvD7cSDzfDyqgNtiTm847ZQNehlJG61K/s1600/Picture+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKhWe-69W5-pQa8qunix5mO-7NOJjwZo3h_iD-RkiKRhLoUTM8B8pfan8ECPeGHaAQJ-ykNuPhUJH7q9cuGB8FeNdtX1uPb4qXqXT0oCmXk8DExvD7cSDzfDyqgNtiTm847ZQNehlJG61K/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588078918912311346" /></a><br />^This one is just freaking adorable! The lil panda wants to fit in but he's different :( Poor lil panda...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha50WQ2-iet5w2PpmQGwMnLLpkYMrnlH9f8OYwrqrQP_RDasjtwbOtI5XPkRw_8SpDQpvksh6zl2dFqFE9AdZv2IsS0FZGRNpHEEvgt3N9FDEyBum5ofMDDqyJXuhczqoanLbqufmvDhNG/s1600/Picture+3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha50WQ2-iet5w2PpmQGwMnLLpkYMrnlH9f8OYwrqrQP_RDasjtwbOtI5XPkRw_8SpDQpvksh6zl2dFqFE9AdZv2IsS0FZGRNpHEEvgt3N9FDEyBum5ofMDDqyJXuhczqoanLbqufmvDhNG/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588078910142081154" /></a><br />^I thought this one was great! Zac saw this and immediately thought of me :P I'm always saying "meh" on facebook or just in coversation lol<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1bAiKUli7-wZlLlklpeVWX5le2x-XWRAJjOKUK7z1tHLvnHzaFPUdTYvhaJyH0MAfgAfOhVrvrKY-20bJl8XaBMo20bMm9CUkGiugb20y1eA3IgiPSSAayn5D4nwkfjhPmYOFzDsSVAk/s1600/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1bAiKUli7-wZlLlklpeVWX5le2x-XWRAJjOKUK7z1tHLvnHzaFPUdTYvhaJyH0MAfgAfOhVrvrKY-20bJl8XaBMo20bMm9CUkGiugb20y1eA3IgiPSSAayn5D4nwkfjhPmYOFzDsSVAk/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588078900244363154" /></a><br />^I laughed when I saw this one. Kudos to the creator. Oh my gosh I am so fed up with Charlie Sheen! I can't believe that he got all that publicity and whatever. He was just being a complete child about everything. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXW-IeG0k0-jA1LT7kmpTSL5WVccNV4Dzda3ijic7fDDouT0NcTTkae-ZnV523odUKmRUZgKWJSE7z8l6j47wBYlzvayBODbB2FdVqtqRVLANlllQ20giaXzX2ZGR_te5Gmrj9vOYLd3t/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXW-IeG0k0-jA1LT7kmpTSL5WVccNV4Dzda3ijic7fDDouT0NcTTkae-ZnV523odUKmRUZgKWJSE7z8l6j47wBYlzvayBODbB2FdVqtqRVLANlllQ20giaXzX2ZGR_te5Gmrj9vOYLd3t/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588078900992257090" /></a><br />^This one is just Completely Epic. There is no other way to describe it. <br />From left to right: Dumbledore with the sorting hat and Godric Gryffindor's sword, Merlin pulling the rabbit out of the stone, Gandalf and the One Ring, and lastly (I hope someone got this before I write this) Tim! and the Killer Rabbit. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">That.</span> literally made my life right there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7vX8ZqYnZ10lGnELMkLSnf6O5y8dqSqelvFnv13ysJICeJXv5iRbNnfZyyZsIe42ZWsDDAjbE57IvPzDypcuGAu5M3dhaAe0fNMR8MNkHQRlhlBSEqKiO8oquPH4ZS6Lj8yIEmN0E5ygf/s1600/nuuude.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7vX8ZqYnZ10lGnELMkLSnf6O5y8dqSqelvFnv13ysJICeJXv5iRbNnfZyyZsIe42ZWsDDAjbE57IvPzDypcuGAu5M3dhaAe0fNMR8MNkHQRlhlBSEqKiO8oquPH4ZS6Lj8yIEmN0E5ygf/s320/nuuude.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588078898497275250" /></a><br />^And this one :) This one is just freakin cute.<br /><br />If you want to see more shirts head on over to <a> href="http://shirt.woot.com/Reckoning/"></a><br /><br />You can buy the shirts from The Reckoning and you can vote on which shirts should be put in The Reckoning by heading to The Derby. <br /><br />You'll see when you get there.Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473054793876452865.post-49714099263684678502011-03-25T08:44:00.000-07:002011-03-25T12:56:09.754-07:00Lovin it!Oh my goodness!!<br /><br />I hopped on facebook and one of my profs had this video posted of this girl who had recently bashed on asians. This kid turned around and made a response video, but it wasn't like a hurtful video. <br /><br />He sang a love song. <br /><br />And kinda made fun of her.<br /><br />It was glorious!<br /><br />:D<br /><br />Plus he's super cute and I <span style="font-style:italic;">love</span> his voice!<br /><br />Here's the original vid of her bashing.<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQR01qltgo8&annotation_id=annotation_706692&feature=iv<br /><br />Here's the page where he was freakin awesome.<br />http://www.npr.org/2011/03/24/134827085/a-racial-quarrel-inspires-an-internet-balladeer<br /><br />And I'm now subscribed to him on youtube because of this beautiful song on youtube :)<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlziJr9iqT4Amy Brookinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799480843408116noreply@blogger.com0