Stop calling my cell phone!!!

For the past couple weeks I've been getting strange phone calls on my cell phone. Except I'm never there to answer them so it's just these odd voicemails. The guy calling doesn't realize he's reached my voicemail though and every call is like, "Hello? Rodent Girl(cept he uses my real name)? Can I speak with Rodent Girl please? Hello?" What's also weird about these calls is that they all sound like the same guy calling, but every time he calls it's a different number. Most of the numbers are 800 or 866 numbers, but there are other ones. There was even one and the number was just 1412.

So today I told my mom and she called one of the numbers today, and it was an answering service. My mom asked who was calling but the answering service guy didn't know. She told him that a man was calling her daughter who is a minor and the guy said, "uh-oh."

Yeah, uh-oh. Stop calling me strange person! Or at least leave a real message and tell me what you want.

Note to self:

Your insecurities are holding you back.

It's kind of crazy, actually. You probably feel like everything and everyone is holding you back from changing, like the whole world is against you, but the person hurting you the most is... YOU. If it seems like you're always telling yourself, "I'm not good enough/pretty enough/smart enough to do that thing," it's time to ignore your inner critic. If someone else said that stuff to you, you'd probably get angry and want to tell that person off, so don't listen to it from yourself either! Trust this quiz -- you're a thousand times more awesome than you give yourself credit for.

-quiz results

I need a new hobby

The thing I'm learning about blogs is that you need to have a certain topic for each post. It makes for easy reading and it's also more interesting that way.

The problem is I can never remember what I wanted to blog about. Between my inadequate memory and my erratic emotions it's hard to me to post anything at all. So from now on, I've decided I'm just going to post whatever the hell I want whether it is interesting and makes sense, or not. You've been warned.

Boredom is my best color

Does it bother you that when there's only one comment it says 1 comments? What they couldn't do the parenthesis "s" thing. It should say 1 comment(s). That way all grammar issues would be avoided.

Such an interesting topic, I know. I'm so bored though I'd write about anything if I had to. Chipping nail polish, smelly guinea pigs, unemployed teens, weird numbers calling my cell phone, last night's re-run of George Lopez, timothy hay on the carpet of my otherwise clean room, stain on my shirt, e-mailing friends who won't e-mail me back- the possibilities are endless. Really I've just been trying to find someone to go swimming with me. I don't need to bore you with the details of my life though.

Something interesting better happen soon.

My expert fashion advice-#1

Sometimes I like to consider myself somewhat of a fashion expert. I really have no support to back that up except the fact that I've been a huge What Not To Wear fan since junior high. If you look at me you probably wouldn't think I know a lot about fashion. Lucky for me you can't see the Mickey Mouse necklace I'm wearing right now. Just because I don't implement the latest fashion trends on myself however, does not mean I lack fashion sense. I have learned much from Stacy and Clinton.

The reason I bring this up is because next year my school is requiring us to wear our IDs around our necks. We are getting school-issued lanyards to do so. The problem I have with this is it will totally clash with every outfit. Kids won't even have a reason to get dressed anymore. What's the point in buying awesome school clothes to show off to everybody if a white card with your ugly face is in the way, distracting the attention from your outfit.

This is why I'd like to propose ID wristbands. I understand they would have to be pretty think wristbands in order to accommodate the ID, which is not suitable for all body types, but overall, I think we will be better off. The wristbands would consist of clear, flexible plastic with fabric on both ends. There could be different fabrics, in different colors so there would be one to match with every outfit. There could even be blank ones that students could decorate themselves which would promote individuality.

It's true that we could just make different colored lanyards, but the distraction factor would still be there. The lanyard would also not be flattering for every kind of shirt. Whether the shirt be a scoop-neck, v-neck, wrap, halter, or even sweatshirt- the lanyard will not go with it. The wristband is a more subtle way to help with the safety of the school. Plus, it could be quite the money-making scheme if carried out correctly.

Not for the pteromerhanophobic

I was looking for jokes to put in my 'funnies' section. I read a lot of not-funny things, but this one made me laugh a little. It's too long to fit in the 'funnies'.

After every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet, which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction. The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken, and the pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews and engineers lack a sense of humor.

Here are some actual logged maintenance complaints and problems as submitted by Quantas pilots and the solution recorded by maintenance engineers. By the way, Quantas is the only major airline that has never had an accident.

P: The problem logged by the pilot. S: The solution and action taken by the engineers.

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement. S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough. S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit. S: Something tightened in cockpit.

P: Dead bugs on windshield. S: Live bugs on back-order.

P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent. S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear. S: Evidence removed.

P: DME volume unbelievably loud. S: DME volume set to more believable level.

P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick. S: That’s what they’re there for.

P: IFF inoperative. S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

P: Suspected crack in windshield. S: Suspect you’re right.

P: Number 3 engine missing. S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

P: Aircraft handles funny. S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.

P: Target radar hums. S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

P: Mouse in cockpit. S: Cat installed.

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer. S: Took hammer away from midget.

Babysitting

Yesterday I had a babysitting job. I was really excited because I haven't had anyone to babysit in a while, but these people just moved here so it looked promising.

That morning I also had to babysit in the nursery in my church. I have been babysitting at my church since the sixth grade and it's no big deal because it's less than an hour, right? Well, yesterday, I guess he just couldn't hold it in any longer and a kid peed on the floor. I was hoping it wasn't a bad omen for the rest of my babysitting day.

And how did the other babysitting experience go, you ask? Let me tell you- five kids, seven hours- how do you think it went? I. Was. Pooped. I got a lot of money though.

I wanted the blue cotton candy

Tonight I went with my parents to see a band of old people, Jay and the Americans. We went because the new Jay, Jay number three, is a relative of ours. I think he's my grandma's cousin or something like that. Anyway, they were really good and their whole concert was like a reminiscence of all the good stuff they've done, and let me tell you these fellas have been around for a while. It was pretty cool though because they new a lot of famous musicians(also old), but I can't really tell you who because I don't really care about famous people (especially those on the older side). One of the only names I recognized I still really don't even know who he is (Neil Diamond, Anyone?). Just thought I'd tell you. The best part of the night was the cotton candy.

The Future...

Since I've been going on the computer recently I decided to put my time to good use. Sick of solitaire and the games on bored.com, I thought I should look up information for the college I wanted to go to. There was this one college I was so sure I wanted to go to so I started looking up a ton of stuff on its website. I've already been to this place and read their pamphlet a thousand times over, but I wanted more info about stuff like honors and bands. Then after discovering some upsetting information ( my AP score is too low for what I thought would be an "easy" college to get into), I decided to explore other options. I then began to look up information for two other "easy" colleges- it seemed okay, but not really completely what I was looking for. So I figured I might as well look up another college I hear about a lot, but I had never really considered it because it's a "hard" one to get into. This "hard" college as it turns out has my perfect major. I thought this wasn't really a "sciency" school, but it has a major called "animal sciences" whereas the college I was so sure of going to I'd have to major in biology. Now I am totally confused and I just don't know anymore! College #2 has my perfect major, but it's harder to get into, way more expensive, and I don't want to get my hopes up about it. College #1 I know has a good biological science program, is smaller, less expensive, easier to get into, I have a shot at getting into their honors program, and has a couple of bands you don't have to audition to get into, but I like the other one more now (I think). I am so confused. I need someone to help me with all of this college-nonsense!

Forgetfulness

I just read my friends' blog- the one that had the same colors as my blog. Let me tell you, I'm glad I changed mine so it wouldn't match theirs because mine is totally better looking than theirs. Oh sure, they have better posts and people actually read theirs, but mine is prettier all that's all that matters. I'm just joking around people- my friends' blog is cool looking too.

Oh crap, I just spaced out and now I totally don't remember what I was going to write about. And that pretty much describes my writing style. It kind of makes it hard to write a blog.

Nothing Important

It's thunder storming right now. My mom just screamed to get away from windows. It totally freaked me out. Immediately, I unplugged my computer(which didn't do anything because it's a laptop so then I had to shut it down), ran to put it and my flute into the closet, dragged my guinea pig's cage to the other end of the room, and ran out. Now you now how well I would act in an emergency situation. Don't worry. I went back into my room and turned on my computer and all is good in the world. You know, despite the severe thunderstorm, global warming, corrupt governments, starving children, cancer and AIDS, and all the innocent victims of war.

Tomorrow is my town's fireworks for independence day. Except, tomorrow is the third. And the parade is on the fifth. It's a little strange if you ask me. I don't mind though because I love holidays. I think they all should be spread over three days. I told that to my mom and she said that's because I'm not a mom. I'm excited though because I'm going to watch the fireworks with my friends and I get to march in the parade.

Well, I'm off now to try to find something at least semi-fun to do. Wish me luck.