Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Note to self: do not go adventuring with teen drivers and second graders......EVER

Often times when attending college Professors will ask you to write short research papers about something to do with your class. When they are assigned the normal college students thinks:

Damnit, shit, oh wait, no, good it's only six pages, and it's not due for three weeks. What the hell is APA format? I NEED MORE THAN TWO SENTENCES PER PARAGRAPH?!?!

However, not being a normal college students I think to myself:

How the hell do I explain anything in six pages? Am I supposed to work on it for three weeks, because by then there is no way that it will only be six pages long. Why would he ask for APA format if he didn't want and abstract? He has to tell people to not write two sentence paragraphs? Shit, I wish I could just skip this and start writing my dissertation.

Now, that being said, I don't know how many of you have spent time reading psychological articles about studies on medication for ADHD but it is not a simple task. While their subject matter is pretty easily understood finding the actual writing in the midst of citations and publication dates is extremely difficult. I am not impressed. There has to be a better system than junking up your entire article with last names of people no one cares about. Don't they know that I have to read this stuff?

On a side note, I am at my mothers. I have referred to this place before as 'land of the Luddites' and am happy to report that not only do they now have cable, hybrid cars and MAC computers, they actually have wireless internet. The road still isn't paved, but at least we've gotten somewhere. Not to mention the serious decrease in livestock from the last time I was here.

I can't express how happy I am about that last part. I hate livestock. They're dirty, and stupid.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

fifty hipster faggots

Today I left college for the semester. It was slightly sad but it needed to happen.

So….HooRah new journeys and what not.

The kitten was excited to see me, and my fish which we had thought dead decided to hold on and is still swimming and being angry which is fantastic.

I am currently at a coffee shop in the Old Port in Portland. Normally, coffee shops are my standard haunts but today my caffeine sanctuary is filled to the brim with stupid, hipster, writer wannabes and I'm finding it incredibly tiresome. I've been told that this is the perfect place to pick up professors though which is good. Considering that I still have my education to consider having a boy friend who doubles as a professor would be good. It also lends itself to my plans to make my Papa as uncomfortable as possible for a while, if only because it's mildly entertaining.

Well, I'm going to be consumed by people watching in a few minutes. Try to be good until my next post.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Pninjet: A Cross Between a Pirate and a Ninja..

Who knew the benefit of a night of crappy teen movies and watching the sun rise?
Any who knew should have told me sooner, because I am feeling rather more chipper this morning than I have recently.

It's a nice improvement.

I know that it's practically a cliche to say that you miss summer while in the midst of winter, but I do, miss it. I miss the color green and rain that I can go outside in without catching hypothermia. Also, all-nighters are nicer in the summer because the sunrise happens earlier and drinking your coffee outside is possible without tons of layers.

And yeah, I know I'm moping. Deal with it.

Tomorrow Tracy leaves for Seattle and I go back to school. These things are both exciting and completely bittersweet. I miss her when she's not around, and returning to class sounds more formidable the closer I get to it. Job hunting doesn't sound awesome either. However, us both returning to our respective niches will be good for my Dad, and our own sanities.

Wow, attack of teenage maudlin!
Does blogging normally lead everyone into a spiral of depression? Just wondering.

More importantly, I got on to tell you that the artists of Coldplay are the song birds of my generation. Thought you should know.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Because I Want to be a Hero

So yes, I am watching chick flicks in the middle of the night and writing angst poetry. SO?!

Alright, I may be just a tad bit bitter but what are you gunna do. We've reached the end of break, there's still nothing to do at home and all you can do is sit around thinking about what it's going to be like when we get back to school. I've come to the conclusion that due to my Ex returning to college, and the riff continuing between my best friend and I that it's going to be an interesting experience to say the least.

Ahh college, the stepping stone between High School and being an actual human being.

I've recently come into the ownership of a Kitten. His name is Marlowe, and he is a terrorist. Marlowe comes with two settings: 1)Kill 2)Cuddle. I find it endearing, while the rest of my family seems to find it off putting. I couldn't imagine why, I think it only makes sense that our only pet would have the same temperament as the rest of the household.

Well, I need to go set up My Aunts Dialysis stuff.

Over and out.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

and yes, we are gods gift to badass

So, as we all know I am a COMPLETE nerd, and lately I've been playing this game Evony ( found at evony.com ) and it's been a ton of fun.

I play on server 30 under the alias of Ailia. At first I was totally floundering but after I found my alliance it was totally awesome. I've met a ton of really awesome other gamers and it's perfect for me because I can multitask while I play.

I HIGHLY advise people to go play...NOW. you'll love it.

more tomorrow.<3 aly

Saturday, June 20, 2009

why yes, that is me seducing your girlfriend.

Today we at the Kaply household held a shindig in honor of my little sisters birthday.

I arrived at the party late, as I am apt to do and upon my arrival i was greeted with an onslaught of questions.
"hey kiddo, where's the bf?" And from the my fathers scarier friends "Hey, to bad your boyfriend's not here, I was just starting to get angry enough to meet him"
I happen to run with a slightly more...terrifying crowd than most eighteen year old girls. As it was I was alright angry about my boy friends absence and this did not happen to help with my mood. That coupled with my general anger issues and being stressed when people come to my house lead me to say things like: "he's a pussy and chose not to show."

There were a lot of beautiful women there, which only makes sense since my dad does tend to surround himself with intelligent and or attractive people. In addition to those women his long time friends and ex wife were there. Her and I don't usually see eye to eye, and while I found the presence of my fathers charming female friends entertaining, she did not. However, no real drama took place and the only thing worthy of remark was some serious glaring on my ex stepmother's part, and one of my dad's friends asking me if I was sleeping with my boyfriend. You know, the one who wasn't there?
Yeah.
That was....really cool!

After the princesses fiesta there was some major cleaning and movie watching.
(Hercules and Robin Hood)
And finally, after a while of explaining to the baby that my father and I would protect her from monsters, she drifted off to sleep.
All things considered I feel the evening went very well. we avoided all potential mishaps and got the kid safely into bed before we found the MOST TERRIFYING BUG EVER!!!

Now I am enjoying Blade Trinity, and that hot chick that's in it.
Hope you're having as good a night as I am.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

no officer, i did not intentionally leave my trash there

I have been fighting with my lawn mower for three days now. The original problem was that I could not get gas for it, after I successfully got gas I could not get it to start. I am easily disheartened, and became very, very frustrated. However, today, after days and days of hard work I finally got it to start.

Victory is sweet my friends, very sweet indeed.

Papa got back from Chicago the day before yesterday, which is nice. The house is no longer completely empty or boring at night time. However I am not sure if I like the women he went to go see. He is completely sold, which is cute but not necessarily any indicator of her awesomeness. Papa is a helpless romantic, at best. It is part of why I love him. That however is beside the point. The night before my father was leaving to go see the Chicago women, she added me on Facebook. I found this to be rather Ballsy of her. I would never add the eighteen year old daughter of a man I may or may not be interested.
I have yet to decide if this endears her to me or not.
I am open to suggestions.

Packs are now up to 6.88 before tax, I am not okay with this. And still no ID, for me. rawr!
And no, this time rawr does not mean I love you in dinosaur.