tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159073265068216762024-03-05T15:10:02.808-08:00littlemissthinkintheboxJordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-19714313539658465912011-01-24T14:40:00.000-08:002011-01-24T14:40:30.779-08:00No Facebook=more blogging<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sooooo since I am on self-probation from FB I am having some withdrawals. Hence why I am writing on here a bunch. Without FB I feel sort of lost on news around town. It's sad when i have to ask Macy to look something up for me on FB.. speaking of Macy, she has been a cooking/baking queen!!! I am so lucky to have her here to fatten me up. Last night she made us pancakes and today she made 1 million no bakes!!! MY FAV!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When older people are crashin at Sbucks all day long, not doing anything, I want to ask them how they make a living drinking coffee all day?? SIGN ME UP! Why do all of my dream jobs consist of doing things that make no money? Sad day. I would love to get paid to have coffee with close friends, casually shop, and eat at yummy restaurants... yep that's not a job as of yet. One day perhaps?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tiny people scare me. If a guy wears the same size jeans as a 7th grade girl, it's alarming. Stop that nonsense. It's weird how I could seriously not fit my arm in some of the jeans some people wear. I'm not sure if that is saying I need smaller arms or those people need to grow 3x what they currently are.. hmm</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel bad for being against Toms (the shoes, not the guys). I love people in Africa just as much as the next person but I would rather just send them 20 pairs of shoes rather than buy some sickly overpriced, bad quality, social fashion statement, ends up smelling like dead animals, shoes. I really repel everything that OC students obsess over. OOPS. </span><br />
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</span>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-84832310428613777952011-01-21T16:24:00.000-08:002011-01-21T16:24:25.426-08:00people love me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now that I have 21 followers I feel like people might actually read this thing. Why? I dunno. There are probably endless opportunities to make fun of this blog... let's be real, I do. This thing is kind of a joke anyways. It's not a wedding blog, baby blog, cool life blog, photography blog.. you get the pic. I guess it's just a "Hey look I can make a blog too!" kind of blog. Not deep, or all about fashion or politics or religion etc. There are enough of those out there to be running on full. Mine's just about me, cause I'm self absorbed like that. :) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Random thought of the day: Puppies are better than babies... I'm just saying.</span>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-22531862832289839452011-01-20T14:00:00.000-08:002011-01-20T14:00:09.578-08:00I am a bad blogger<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well seeing as it had been over a month since my last blog post, I think it's safe to say that I am a bad blogger. I blog as I find something to talk about.. I guess I haven't had much to say for the past 37 days. (SAD FACE) But now that I feel the blogging buzz arising inside of my above average height body I will come back for real! Get excited Mom and Dad! You get to see me say some more awkward things that make you give me the "Really?" look. Can't wait to see that face once again..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Speaking of my parents.. my dad says I need to stop writing about man-hater things. I beg to differ. But since I think my father is the wisest person out there, I will take his advice, but not without a fight! I am going to try to write about more uplifting positive things. I don't want to be the Debbie Downer blog now do I?! NO.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On a positive note: Joe Cocker is a genius. Just saying. If I could sing all crazy and not have people think I was a diva, I WOULD. Spring Sing is coming up faster than I ever thought! It's almost February for goodness sake!!! I am so ready for some spring weather!! Don't get me wrong I love layering in thousands of stuffy, itchy, hot clothes, and having cracking, dry skin even though I moisturize just as much as the next person but I could go for short sleeves and sandals right about now. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This semester might just kill me. I hate being busy and stressed. And that is exactly what I am, ALL THE TIME. I wanted to be back at school so bad over break, but now that I am back, I want school to be ovvverrrr. I know that once I graduate though I will cry every day because I will then be an "adult" and have to act like one. SICK. So I will suffer through the chaos and enjoy this last little bit of being a kid. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A Note to FACEBOOK: I gave you up. Because I am obviously too busy for your nonsense. Duh. But then at work I accidently logged back on because I have to use you for work. This defeats the purpose of deleting you in the first place. So even though you're back in my life a little, I am not letting us be in a long term relationship. FB and I will be casual, as well as seeing other people... like my blog.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So to recap my life: I'm a busy bee, I have at least one panic attack/day, I have a corn on my toe and am 21 (not cool), I fell down some stairs the other day like a 6 yr old, I have a shopping problem, I'm not and am ready to graduate and I use the word "I" WAAAYYY too much. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i was walking to class this week and saw my friend leslie. she said hi and then said, "jordan, you are becoming the person you hate." wow. that's pretty harsh for a tuesday at 8am, but ok. she then helps clarify by pointing out that i am wearing an oversized sweater and tights. yes. this is me confessing to a sin that i normally call other girls out on. i have committed the sin of not wearing pants in public. i apologize. mom, dad, please be forgiving. i am embarrassed also to say that this is not my first offense; it has actually become a HABIT. i know, i should be locked away in no pant prison for all time. trust me, if this "outfit" weren't so comfy i would lock myself up.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i just needed to get that off my chest. thank you now 3 people who read my blog :)</span>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-52658046215878638502010-12-08T14:36:00.000-08:002010-12-08T14:36:39.805-08:00I should have been a psychologist..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Marketing is a great major... I like it, don't get me wrong. But I have always wanted to be a counsellor. The thought of listening to people explain their lives and problems and trying to help them figure things out, all while sitting on comfy couches sounds awesome. Like my favorite thing to do. Seriously. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't know why but people love to tell me their life's story all the time. I LOVE IT. It never gets old.. ok maybe not never. I only don't like it when you are talking to someone and this is a conversation that should definitely be two-sided, but that other person is talking incessantly about themselves, their life, what's going on with them... and never think to ask something about you, or give you enough of a gap of silence for you to say ANYTHING. Rude. I do this myself from time to time but I try not to. Some people don't get it. Here I'll help you:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">NO ONE CARES ABOUT EVERY SINGLE LITTLE THING THAT HAPPENS TO YOU ENOUGH TO LISTEN TO YOU ALL THE TIME AND NOT BE MAD YOU ARE HOGGING ALL THE QUIET AIR. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The only person like that is someone you pay to listen to you, hence not your friends, or coworkers, or even your mom and dad. Write in a journal. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">NEW SUBJECT: School is almost over... YESSS and NOOOOO I love no class, homework, etc. but I always miss my friends soooo much and miss my warm cute apartment because my parents keep our house FREEZING COLD. I don't know why we even have a heater. And I will just work and try to not overdo Christmas so I will not go back to school broke as a joke like I am right now. Maybe Starbucks and I will need to break up after our long term, serious relationship.. orrrrr maybe not. I just won't eat. :) </span>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-61750096148587954372010-12-03T15:48:00.000-08:002010-12-03T15:49:37.172-08:00Church Butts and Misspelling<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So ya I am bad at keeping up this blog.. Sorry I'm busy and people are obsessed with what I have to say (JOKES). A couple of topics that have entered my mind recently are random, but I think about them a lot. Here they are:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My BFF at work Wendy had her baby named Cannen Ace :) precious,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This last one means so much to me! I have always wanted to do this since I first saw Spring Sing a LONG time ago. It also means a lot to my Grandma :) Love her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One thing I am freaking out about is that my life is almost over. By that I mean that school is going by sooooo fast and my big girl life is quickly approaching. I don't feel like a big girl yet. This is a problem. We rush to grow up our whole lives and then when it finally gets here.. we want to be a kid again. Why do I always want what i can't have?? I'm so immature! It frustrates me sometimes. This is what has been on my mind alot lately. People ask me all the time what I am going to do after I graduate. I am getting really tired of that looming question. So to answer it: I DON'T KNOW. THE END.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">people who think they are better than you because they write poetry/read literature/drink tea/dance like </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">hippies</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">/don't wear shoes/disagree with me/</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">need to shower</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">/give bad looks/think they are "deeper" than me because they are "intellectuals" (you don't know me)</span></span><br />
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</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> By that I mean I wish I could act how boys act. I wish I could put aside all feelings and use my brain and not my heart. I wish I could just roll out of bed and show up and no one care that I look like a mess. I wish I could not grow up by choice and blame it on "maturity." I wish I could travel the world ALONE and it be safe and accepted. I wish I could live the selfish life of "what do <i>I</i> want to do?" and not be looked at weird. I wish I could go to arby's and buy one of everything without feeling like a pregnant cow. I wish I could not shower for 3 days and people think it's normal behavior. I wish I could have a universal excuse for acting barbaric... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I am thrilled to be a woman who is not barbaric by choice, who showers regularly, who eats like a queen, who thinks about others, who enjoys being with friends, who is growing up and not fighting it, who enjoys the quiet time in the morning while getting ready, who thinks with my my big heart...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm ok with it. </span></div></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-72531328217273170602010-10-15T21:51:00.000-07:002010-10-15T21:51:11.072-07:00People Watcher<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hi, my name is Jordan and I am a people watcher. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I could do it all day long. I could sit in one place all day watching, taking observations, thinking, and talking about people. I am fascinated. People who are alone, people with people, people who wish they are with people... so entertaining. My favorite, even though it's painful to watch, are people who try to impress other people. I cringe, yet cannot look away. It could be the super loud, obnoxious guy in the caf who thinks every human being in a one mile radius wants to hear his HILARIOUS story that actually is not funny. It could also be the girl who thinks everyone in the room is staring in awe of her beauty when in all actuality no know even noticed her walk in. And then there's the kid sitting alone and looking around at everyone with everyone having the fun he or she wishes they were having. Painful, funny, entertaining, weird, annoying, sweet... all these people I love to watch. I love making stories for their lives from what I gather in the few second I may have with them. And might I add that I am usually correct or close to the truth. The real truth is that people are easy to read. We all give signals and signs that hint at who we really are. Body language is HUUUGE. I can count at least a dozen times that I have witnessed the "painful couple." No i don't mean the sickly lovey dovey couple. I mean the one where one person is in-it-to-win-it and the other wishes they were 1 million miles away. Painful. I wish I could go to the person with the false hope and say "Give it up, kid. She's obviously signed out and you look like a fool." But that might upset some people. I sometimes watch miscommunications happen right before my eyes and want to fix it for people.. I guess that's the inner counselor in me thinking and wanting to help. I apologize for the staring and analyzing.</span></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-43812414615691281592010-09-29T18:07:00.000-07:002010-09-29T18:07:48.813-07:00Lucky You<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For most people, when they find out people are reading their blog they probably feel nervous that they could have said something offensive at some point. So from then on they watch what they say, just to be safe... Well lucky for you blogland I feel none of that! Don't fret friends! I will continue to bring you my thoughts and feelings freely. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">HONESTY</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This word means many different things to different people. To some it means saying what you think in a censored, edited way that makes people still like you and feel all warm and fuzzy. I am not one of those people. I believe in honesty that is not meant to hurt, but is not fake. I believe in real honesty that actually tells the honest <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">truth</span>. That was what my last blog post was expressing. Yes some of you men and even some women may think that I am some feministic, man-hater. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">THIS IS <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">FALSE.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love boys. More than many other women do. I have a positive view of men, trust me. I am just expressing what I see in my generation of fellas. Observations if you will. And I am not alone. What I said in my previous post can be backed up by what I have heard MANY young women say recently. Sorry we're not giving you boys high fives and oooing and ahhing at your big muscles. I'd love to do that, if you had some muscles to oo and ah at. ;) </span></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-34478178683867729952010-09-27T22:45:00.000-07:002010-09-27T22:45:44.840-07:00Men will be boys<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One thing that I find quite hilarious is when I hear that guys are "scared" of girls. Really? The big bad woman lady is gonna get ya? hahaaaaaa ahhhh this never ceases to make ma laugh and giggle like a little monstrous girl. I mean men often say that women are inferior to men... so what's the big fright about? If I feel stronger than something I am not going to be afraid of it, correct? It doesn't make any sense. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">So let me get this straight</span>: Women are inferior to men. So men are scared of them. Then the women feel the men's vulnerability and stomp all over them stealing not only their dignity but their "man" jobs as well. Then the men pout and tell women to treat them like the men that they are! Then women tell them they will... once they act the part. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">hmmm there seem to be some missing pieces along with some interesting connections... I just find this whole web fascinating. You men crack me up! Oops I meant to say boys. ;)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Real men view women as their equals under God. Aren't afraid of women, but adore them for the creatures that God made them. They are strong and leave no gap for women to stomp on them. They are treated like the men that they are because they ACT like the men that God made them to be. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But what do I know. </span>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-72344295032781970772010-09-26T17:55:00.000-07:002010-09-26T17:55:08.704-07:00I love fall<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ohh Autumn.. you have a special place in my heart... There is just something about it getting cooler outside, the yummy cinnamon smells, the leaves changing, the decorations, the colors... I cannot get enough. I have soooo many fond memories for fall that I cannot help but get excited just thinking about it!!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ahh such a precious gift God gives me every year! Today I was thinking about the blessing of memories. What an incredible gift. Being able to smell something and go back in time. Looking at something and it reminding you of something from years ago. Amazing. Thank you Lord for memories!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The other day my friend Megan told me she did something creepy. She said she saved some of my Washington scenic pictures I'd put on Facebook to her computer, printed them out at Walmart, and placed them on her walls in her apartment fro decoration... WHAT A COMPLIMENT! I wasn't weirded out in the least! I was thrilled that someone thought my photos were worthy enough to be displayed on her walls!!! Ahhh.. such a nice thing to think about. I do love photography but do not consider myself a photographer at all. I just like doing it for my own pleasure. Even then, I am just beaming from pride and blushing with flattery. Thanks Megan for the p.d.a. towards my hobby. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nothing like it in the whole world. If I were not from Oklahoma and not used to the severely obese, smoking like a chimney, loud, obnoxious hicks who reside here in OK I might have been overwhelmed.. but not me! Luckily culture shock is not shocking to me. Lucky me. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I indulged in an Indian Taco (like every year), deep fried oreos, and a sweet tea... mmmmm. Courtney, Amy, and I enjoyed watching drunk people sing for their also wasted, adoring strangers. How sweet! They actually sounded decent, surprisingly. We also saw a lady with a marijuana leaf tattooed on her lower lower back. CLASSSSYYYY!!!! Sick lady, what are you gonna tell that lil baby you're chasing around the fair when she grows up and asks "Mommy what's that??".</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#1: Don't buy the cheap kind of bobby pins. THEY DON'T WORK. Splurge the extra $1</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#2: Support bands you like who aren't mainstream and possibly struggling</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#3: Go through your clothes at least every 6 months and give away what you don't wear</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#4: A clean kitchen is a happy kitchen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#5: Call or visit your parents, they love and miss you</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#6: Take advice whether you want to or not</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#7: Look people in the eyes (even if it feels like they are reading/stealing your soul)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#8: Decide to be in a genuinely happy mood for one whole day</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#9: Physically write down specific blessings in your life and read them to yourself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">#10: Write a random thank you note to someone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These are just a few things I have been thinking about lately and feel should be shared. You're welcome.</span></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-89025201973116690322010-09-12T15:11:00.000-07:002010-09-12T15:16:51.361-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">things in life that make me happy no matter what..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; text-decoration: underline;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Example: Boy says, "How was your day?"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Girl thinks, "Wow he is soooo into me!"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Boy is actually thinking, "I should be polite and ask how her day was."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another example: Boy mentions girl to a friend, "Ya and Sarah was there."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Girl hears this and thinks this, "He is talking to all of his friends about me!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Get the idea? Boys are clueless and girls should be put in a padded room (not all together of course because the catty, insecure comparing ourselves to one another would take over and would lead to a massacre) I think it's almost comical how God made guys and girls not able to communicate. I was telling someone the other day how when he does certain things they means something completely different to girls. I watch miscommunications happen every day.. my own weird entertainment..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I hope everyone at some time can look around and be overwhelmed by everything around them and how good it is. I feel this often, but probably not often enough. Count cha blessings friends!!! I don't even think i could count that high..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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Things like this always make me curious about what people say behind my back.. I probably would be better off not knowing but a girl can wonder, right?? When you say too much too often, people tend to have a lot of ammo back at you. This is usually from the people who are too scared to say half the things they actually feel. :(<br />
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I feel sorry for people who are afraid to speak their mind, I really do! I tried one day to not say hardly anything... it only lasted about 2 hours. LAME. So I realize that I should try to keep some thoughts to myself more often. I would just rather say what I think and feel and be bold and confident about it rather than always worrying who's going to be upset by the tiniest thing. I hate walking on eggshells with people! Lighten up! People who are touchy about everything and anything you say to them are insecure. I know because I used to be like that when I was younger. Gross. Not a good way to live life, trust me.<br />
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Well I am pooped. Sorry today's post is ME ME ME. I will work on that as well...Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-33179759465730654962010-08-31T20:25:00.000-07:002010-08-31T20:25:38.992-07:00back in the swing of thingsDay 2 of school was actually day 1 for me today... 4 classes!!!!! UGGGHHHH!!!! But I cannot complain since I only have one one Wed/Fri and none on Mondays! I am spoiled rotten on those days and beaten like an egg on Tues/Thurs. Anywho, today every professor asked the same questions, "What's your name? Where are you from? What is your major? What will you do when you graduate?" Of course I have LAME answers as always and had the not pleasure of going first multiple times because my professors thought they would "mix it up" and start with the last person... a.k.a- ME. So I say my generic name (though i love it), that I'm from the town we are all currently living in, my major is what everyone else will say, and I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING AFTER I LEAVE THIS PLACE! I feel like a failure for not having some incredible answer that makes everyone oo and aww and wish that they had thought of it first. Sorry people, but the name of this blog is not random, it's FACT. I am working on it though...<br />
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I am realizing one thing about this blog.. no one reads it so I can talk about people close to me (literally like feet away) and it doesn't matter... SO HERE GOESSSS!<br />
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Macy and Jacob are a precious lil couple.. I mean they look alike for goodness sake (minus that Macy isn't bald)! They have similar interests... they laugh at the same things.. they both brave Macy's cooking...<br />
It's delightful! However. I have noticed this thing that many couples do when they spend sweet time together.. they are suddenly a Disney character. Voices way too many octaves high start happening, tickle fights begin to ensue, gigglefests occur without warning.... it's a scary thing. I am only an observer from the adjacent couch so I may not be correctly biased but I'm just saying what I'm seeing and hearing.<br />
[Shout out to you two love birds- I love you both (yes you too Jacob) and don't want you to change anything, nor am I annoyed or venting on this public site.. just stating.]<br />
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I don't know why I always end up being "that person" that makes all the comments under my breath at everything I go to.... in class, at church, in social settings, in Gamma meetings (nothing negative about you Meagan, don't worry) I always take on the role as the person who says the things that disrupt whatever is going on... I should really work on it. I do this usually to entertain myself and sometimes it ends up entertaining others (strangers sometimes) which only encourages my bad behavior. Oops :)<br />
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Well I am getting sick or something so I need to sleep like a sloth! NIGHTJordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215907326506821676.post-45214512749421724482010-08-30T18:18:00.000-07:002010-08-30T18:18:23.137-07:00Last First Day of School EVER<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I cannot believe that I am a senior this year. I don't want to grow up yet! I am not ready to be boring and slow and boring...:( </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today I have no classes however so it's not a bad day. It was entertaining seeing all the new freshmen though in chapel and at the first day bash. Girls trying too hard.. guys looking lost... aww good memories.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Seeing the freshmen make me realize that I am getting older and need to take responsibility. SICK. But it has to be done! Grown up Jordan here I come!!!! I refuse to be boring though. Also SICK. </span><br />
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Forward: I am a baby blogger so don't throw me to the literary sharks after my first infant post.<br />
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This is my first blog EVER. I am very excited to start something that it seems like everyone who's anyone is into! I would like to take a moment to make a promise to the brave souls who will be reading this blog:<br />
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I <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">promise</span></b> to be as <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">honest</span></b> (while attempting to be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sweet</span> about it) as possible.<br />
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Okay, here's the thing. More than one person has expressed to me that they would love to follow me with a camera all day long because of the weird, bold, outrageous, awkward things I tend to say in public (I'm assuming)... this makes me want to believe that people actually like to hear me talk which is a lifesaver cause I LOVE TO TALK. If you know me this is an insert "DUH" moment (there will be many more to come). To clear up some questions that you ma<span></span><span></span>y have..<br />
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<ul><li>Would I really say these things in real life? Yes I really would. And probably already have. </li>
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<li>Will I regret making this blog? Most likely.</li>
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So for all you people who are scared to say what you think, when you think it, without thinking about it first... this is for you. You're welcome. Here is a peeksy into my brain. Honesty reigns there so don't say you weren't warned.......<br />
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I told my friend Courtney that if I started a blog that I knew what the first post would be so here it is:<br />
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<b>WHY DO GUYS ADJUST/SCRATCH THEMSELVES IN PUBLIC?</b><br />
But really can someone explain this to me??? Do they think we can't see them doing it? Like there's a shield there where scratching and adjusting are invisible to all women?? FALSE. NEWS FLASH MEN... WE CAN SEE IT!!!!!!!!! And it's disgusting. Stop. Please. Now. I beg you.<br />
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I didn't say the first post would be pretty or sweet.. It has just been bothering me since EYW when every Freshman male thought gym shorts = grabfest time. It was overwhelming in such a large group.<br />
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OKAY now that I got that off my chest I feel better. I promise not all posts will like this one. I just really needed to put that out there and as I said before, I'm a baby blogger and am still figuring this whole blog thing out.<br />
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This blog will be random, deep, funny, and hopefully entertaining... I will work hard to keep you MyFace/Twit/Bloggies coming back for more...<br />
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night night blogland.Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02373594033942570147noreply@blogger.com1