Speak Up

People don't communicate. I used to think that it was only guys that had communication issues. Typical stereotype. I have met some men very good at communicating what they wanted. The typical person doesn't have the courage to just speak up for themselves. I began to wonder, why is it that people don't just speak up?

After some recent 'field research' I've determined why no one will speak up. Nobody knows what they really want in life, what their passion is. They arent passionate about their lives. They dont realize that, ultimately, they make the decision where their life goes. Figuring out what you're passionate about is a step in the right direction.

Emo Anorexia

After contemplating how to spend our Saturday night, Natalie, Kacey and I decided upon some local "Battle of the Bands" being hosted by that new coffee/art house VERVE. Sounded cool, but as can be expected, it turned out to be a bunch of emo teens, mostly ranging in age from 13 (shocking!) to at the most, 17.

After standing around on the sidelines, debating whether or not to leave and do something better with my time, we spotted a familiar face. Yes, it was the attractive/super-cool guy who waited on my friends and I at our usual Friday ladies lunch. We (meaning I) decided to stay. There were super cool kids there, but it wasn't as much fun, because we couldn't say they were hot. Come on, they weren't even legal. (Not that they need be [we don't do those sort of things]) (too many parentheses).

Perusing all of the teens that were out, we noticed a trend in the guys clothing. Very tight black jeans, reminiscent of 'My Chemical Romance'. Natalie and I decided that we need to be able to wear pants such as these at least once. To be emo posers for just one day. To do so, both of us need to become anorexic. Thus, the birth of the Emo-Anorex Diet.

The plan is to eat nothing, and then after we become deathly/skeletally thin, we will wear our emo pants for one day. Soon after, we will eat only fruits and veggies, hopefully to regain our health/become a bit more normal. (I'd like to point out that we are not actually going to do this, it was just a scheme, the product of not enough to do on a Saturday night). Hint-hint!!!

Ice Ice?

People (namely those in their early twenties) don't know how to appreciate life. I've come to realize growing up in the ghetto to appreciate what I have. Why not a dentist or a doctor? Why not make $100,000 dollars a year? I want to love my life, love what I do, and not feel trapped in a career that I don't enjoy. How does appreciation and loving your job tie together? Knowing how to appreciate the small things in life makes you a happier person in general. Move on, forget your troubled past, but never forget where you've been and are coming from. This also makes you appreciate life more.

What ever happened to Vanilla Ice?

dad in a hurry+paperwork=adelle

So you know when you say and do things you don't mean? Well, I hate that. Trying to explain yourself and apologize for things you thought you meant, but didn't really because you were not all there is not my idea of fun. It is a bit awkward. I'm not sure if I should just be bluntly honest, or if I should laugh everything off. What if I really did mean some things and I just don't realize it because they are buried in my subconscious? What if I didn't? What if none of it is what I think it is? I need to not worry you about my life or my sanity. I'm sorry. If you think this is about you, it's probably not. It's just the general statement of my life. Confusion is my middle name. No, that's a lie. Adelle is. It was supposed to be Adele, but my dad was in such a hurry to leave when filling out paperwork that he miss-spelled it. Top that.

We got a blow-up pool!

It's summer and it's soooooooo hot here in Walla Walla. My roommate and I just got back from tri-cities last night and we had a blast. We were at lake Wallula in the afternoon and then we drove to Kennewick to go mini golfing. we decided to eat, seeing as i hadnt eaten all day, and happened upon taco del mar. I ate these beach tacos. They were out of control! super good, but they fell apart really easy and my hands got really salsa-ee... moving on, after that eating fiasco (it was good, just messy), we realized we were too late to go minigolfing, so we went to target instead. Several of my friends are getting married, so i went shopping on their bridal registry lists. Fun stuff!

My roomate, on the other hand had other plans. She and her boyfriend happened upon a blow up pool, which we blew up last night and put on our patio. We had a midnight swim with grape soda in martini glasses, and then covered it with a tarp.... we have a blow up pool!!!! how cool is that!!?!?!?

I hit a CYCLIST with my car...

Yea, so i was driving along peacefully, enjoyin' the beautiful weather/scenery around whitman college yesterday with my long time pal Natalie Crosby... Just cruisin at around 20mph when these two guys riding bikes came perpendicularly towards where I was driving... one guy turned onto the sidewalk, the other straight on into the street... he saw me and i saw him, i tried to stop/turn away, and he did to, but not quick enough. he didnt turn quite sharp enough to miss me, so instead, he collided, bike and all into the front right hood/tire area, flew up over my hood, onto the roof, and rolled off the side of my car...

now, you can imagine the thoughts that went through my head, along with the choice bits of the american language that escaped my lips... thoughts of vehicular homicide and images of broken legs, arms, and crushed skulls flashed through my mind. i'll never be able to drive again, i thought. my insurance will pretty much scrape the sky... i'll hve to sell my car.. and if indeed i did commit vehicular hommicide, i'll go to jail!!!

well, turns out he was alive, awake, got up, and was just scratched. he was more worried about my car than his own well being. I, on the other hand, was more concerned with his safety, and whether he really was okay. I stayed and chatted with him for a little bit about the experience, and i told him i didnt mind the scratch he'd put on my car, as long as he was okay.

Coming from someone who has never even hit an animal, hitting a human was a nerve shattering experience, and i dont recommend trying it anytime soon if you can help it.
I am a lot more careful of my surroundings now, and i'm sure he is much more careful before he decides to ride across streets without looking both ways. :)

I Wish

I wish that I had the time and ability to write fantastic blogs all the time, but I cant. That is too bad because I would bestow my wisdom on all of you in heaps. I really like Imogen Heap. I really like online radio, but I'm not really into the whole "commercial" thing. Alas, I will say no more, other than if you actually wanted to know more about me, you would ask. I dont bite. :)