What is the point of being poo-faced drunk??? I accidentally did it last night. It wasn't intentional. I had a couple drinks that were made super strong. With that liquid courage, I downed two Jack Daniels shots and proceeded to apparently steal 3 other drinks from my friends. At least I hope they're still my friends! NEVER again.
Vomiting profusely last night has caused my throat to be swollen. My head aches terribly. My stomach flips every time I just think about the word alcohol. I only remember bits and pieces of the night. I can't focus on my school work because staring intensely at something right now makes me nauseous.
Why do people insist on going out every week doing this sort of thing?? The "next-morning" feeling doesn't feel so good. I personally don't think the feeling "in-the-moment" doesn't feel all that spectacular either. I had no control over myself. I was a lush. I fell over. I can't imagine wanting to do that every weekend. Besides the physical feelings of being drunk…you hardly remember what happened. I want to remember the times I had with my friends. You party people out there reading this…you're crazy.
Saturday, December 03, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
I got married!!!
So for the few who ever follow me, I'm terrible lately at actually blogging. My life has been one heck of a zoo. Between finishing school, going back to work at BBW, getting a second job while still trying to do photography on the side AND performing a GLEE tribute show this summer…all while planning a wedding... has been rough. Don't get me wrong, there have been plenty of good time in this past summer…but I don't think I would try to pack so much into 4 months again.
So back to my headline!!! YES I got married!!! September 10th, 2011 was the most spectacular day of my life. It didn't start out that way though. I woke up at 7:45 am to dun dun dun…..RAIN. I was not a happy camper to have it raining on my wedding day, especially when the radar shows rain all along 94 and traveling west. (I know, wrong way, right??) But the good girl in me wasn't gonna let some rain get me down. So I kept packing up what I needed for the day and got on the road to the chapel.
Got there on time, talked to the photographers, started getting my hair done when I realized that I didn't have my jewelry for the wedding. Oops. So I call mom. No answer. Call the house. No answer. Call Brian. Finally get an answer. He had no clue where my jewelry was and mom had left her phone at home instead of taking it with her to her hair appointment. Oh joy. But hey, at least by this time it had stopped raining and was merely cloudy.
Skipping forward through my mini temper-tantrum of an argument with my mom, we found my jewelry and she finally made it to the chapel (an hour and a half late due to her hair lady) and was able to tie me into my dress.
The moment arrived…the moment I would see Derek for the first time on our wedding day. We did a "first look" before the wedding as we were anticipating getting photos done before to save time. I was a wreck. I was so excited, yet so scared to see him! The girls held my train as I meekly stepped into the archway, tears already falling down my face. I could hear Derek laughing, most likely because I sounded like a blubbering idiot behind him. With my train spread out, I took a deep breath as Michael told Derek to turn around.
I instantly began to sob with tears of joy and nerves as I grabbed him and pulled him close. A smile beamed from ear to ear on his face and I could tell he was ready to be my husband. In that moment, with his arms around me, all my nerves calmed and all that was left was happiness and a sense of confidence that I was ready too.
The cameras clicked from our photographers and I suddenly became very aware that I probably didn't look my best and guessing I had ruined my make-up. I quickly wiped my face and smiled for the camera.
Once our wedding party photos were done, I headed back to my holding cell to wait out the rest of the guests' arrival. I hated being stuck in there while the boys were galavanting about the chapel, talking to guests and taking them to their places. So I paced back and forth, and back and forth…peed, then paced back and forth some more. Finally, Amanda called me to go outdoors, from where I would be entering the chapel.
Brian, my step-dad, took one arm; my father took the other. Both looked like they were going to lose it any second. If they lost it, I'd lose it…so I kept my focus on Kennedy and Brayden, the flower girl and ring bearer. One after another, bridesmaid and groomsman stepped inside the chapel. Last was Kennedy and Brayden, Brayden being the more domineering one, dragging Kennedy down the aisle as he holds her hand; flower basket waving around.
The doors closed in front of us…it's my turn. All eyes are on me, the one in white; the director, producer and star of my own personal show. All the planning, headaches and stress came to this moment. A quiet hush encompassed everyone, and the doors opened….
I kept my focus on everyone in the audience as I walked down the aisle. If I for one second looked at Derek before I got up there, I would have started crying. I smiled to everyone, nodded my head and whispered "HIIIIIIII" to anyone I wasn't expecting to be there. I walked faster than I probably should have, but I was ready. I wanted to kiss the man of my dreams, to have him wrap his arms around me and say I'm his new wife! But I knew the entire ceremony laid ahead, so I impatiently walked toward him with a grin on my face you could see from space.
Brian and dad both gave me away, which was special in itself. My dad helped give me life, but my step-dad has made sure to be a part of my life from the instant he came into it. Each are special to me in their own rights, and each deserved an arm to give away on my wedding day. As I kissed each one of them, a sense of growing up and loss all occurred at once. I wasn't their little girl any more. I was becoming a woman right before their eyes, walking into the hands of another man who is devoting his life to take care of me for the rest of mine. As I reached for Derek's arm, my own shook; nerves kicking back in as I felt the presence of 300 guests and their 600 eyes on us.
Dave, Derek's dad, and Andy, our own pastor and friend, began the ceremony with a few jokes about past philosophers of love and some even from today. (These philosophers were in fact musicians…and they even did minor renditions of their "theories") They then handed over the ceremony to my own Derek. My fiance for only a few more minutes, was given a twelve-string guitar and a microphone. Through my head, all I could think of is, "oh wow, he's going to play our song for everyone!" But instead, it was a lovely acoustic rendition of Red Jumpsuit Apparatus' "Your Guardian Angel." As soon as he began playing, tears began to stream down my face. I reached back toward Kayla and grabbed a paper towel I shoved inside my bouquet.
The song was BEA-utiful. Crying the whole time, I watched and listened as he played the entire song to me with so much love and compassion in his voice. As the last notes rang out, I could hear a faint quiver in his throat; he was trying to keep it together to finish the song. When he finished, I wanted to jump in his arms and plant a big smooch on him to let him know how much I loved it. But I decided against it as that'd be skipping a lot of steps in the ceremony. Instead, I wiped my eyes and nose one last time. I began to wad up the paper towel to hand back to Kayla when I realized it would be really gross to give back to her…so I shoved it down the front of my dress. Apparently, the entire congregation noticed and I heard a roar of laughter. I looked up to see Dave's eyes get really big and heard him say something along the lines of that not being what a father wants to know about his daughter-in-law. I laughed and readjusted it so it couldn't be seen.
After everyone had a good laugh, the ceremony continued with the placing of the rings. I had to correct Derek as he was putting the ring on my hand…he had the band backwards! But it was alright, my hands were so swollen and it wouldn't go on anyway, I could have easily flipped it myself without anyone really seeing it. Then it was my turn. I took the ring from Andy's hand and twirled it in my own. This piece of metal was a symbol of my love, my devotion, my commitment to this man before me. I repeated the words and slowly placed it on Derek's left ring finger. It jammed at the knuckle, but it went on, and fit like it had belonged there for years.
Andy announced our unity ceremony and what it represented. The two colors, red and blue, each with it's own traits, once blended together becomes a trait all it's own, forming an entirely new color. Same goes for our families. We each came from different backgrounds, different families and we are creating an entirely new family. We stepped up to the altar where our unity water waited. As we began to pour our colors into the heart shaped vase, Chip and Jaime began to sing a Glee-tribute favorite of mine, "Faithfully", originally sang by Journey. It was beautifully sang, and the timing couldn't have been perfect. I wanted to lean over and kiss him right then and there, but yet again, I stopped myself.
As we stepped back to our places, as if reading my mind, Derek whispered to me, "We get to kiss in like two minutes!" I whispered back, "That's my favorite part! My second favorite part is going to happen in about 10 seconds!" He gave me puzzled look, but then it turned to a bright smile when he heard my fellow Glee-mates begin to accompany Chip and Jaime with their "woah's." They slowly stood in unison as their harmonies blended beautifully. It sounded like a choir of angels embarked on our celebration and were giving a blessing. It was absolutely heart-stopping. I looked out at them and began to weep, yet again. I was overcome with such a overwhelming sense of love and friendship. I was truly blessed to have friends like that to stand up and sing for me at my wedding. I turned back to Derek and he too had tears slowly slipping down his cheek. He had no idea I had a surprise of my own for everyone.
The song finished and Derek and I were both laughing and crying. Dave steps up to us and says, "are there any more surprises I don't know about?" We laughed and shook our heads. The chapel grew quiet once again. Pastor Bill Cornwell, Derek's grandfather stepped up to the stage and lead a prayer, blessing our marriage, our lives and our families and friends who will help us along our journey. it was very sweet yet the words were so powerful. We were making an oath before God Himself that we are doing everything in our power to love one another, commit ourselves to each other and ensure our friends and families got our backs when things get rough.
Dave and Andy both placed their hands atop of ours and stated "what man and God bring together, let no one tear apart."
Finally, the moment we all were waiting for… I grew ancy as the words slowly came out of their mouths. "Kiss your bride." "kiss your bride." Those were the only words I wanted to hear. At long last, they came out. I couldn't lean in fast enough! We locked lips for the first time as husband and wife. It was fireworks at the fourth of July. Nerves…gone. Stress…gone. Worries…gone. The only thing left in my brain was, "I'm MARRIED to my best friend!!!" "I'm kissing my HUSBAND!!!" It was exhilarating.
We were pronounced Mr and Mrs Derek Allen Cornwell. With a ring on my left hand, my husband on my arm and my bouquet in my right hand, we jaunted out the chapel to Paramore's Hallelujah. Very fitting as I walked down the aisle to Vitamin String Quartet's orchestrated piece of the same song.
It was absolutely wonderful. Everything came together just as it was supposed to. It may have taken us on a bumpier path than we wanted, but we still ended up in the same spot. :)
So back to my headline!!! YES I got married!!! September 10th, 2011 was the most spectacular day of my life. It didn't start out that way though. I woke up at 7:45 am to dun dun dun…..RAIN. I was not a happy camper to have it raining on my wedding day, especially when the radar shows rain all along 94 and traveling west. (I know, wrong way, right??) But the good girl in me wasn't gonna let some rain get me down. So I kept packing up what I needed for the day and got on the road to the chapel.
Got there on time, talked to the photographers, started getting my hair done when I realized that I didn't have my jewelry for the wedding. Oops. So I call mom. No answer. Call the house. No answer. Call Brian. Finally get an answer. He had no clue where my jewelry was and mom had left her phone at home instead of taking it with her to her hair appointment. Oh joy. But hey, at least by this time it had stopped raining and was merely cloudy.
Skipping forward through my mini temper-tantrum of an argument with my mom, we found my jewelry and she finally made it to the chapel (an hour and a half late due to her hair lady) and was able to tie me into my dress.
The moment arrived…the moment I would see Derek for the first time on our wedding day. We did a "first look" before the wedding as we were anticipating getting photos done before to save time. I was a wreck. I was so excited, yet so scared to see him! The girls held my train as I meekly stepped into the archway, tears already falling down my face. I could hear Derek laughing, most likely because I sounded like a blubbering idiot behind him. With my train spread out, I took a deep breath as Michael told Derek to turn around.
I instantly began to sob with tears of joy and nerves as I grabbed him and pulled him close. A smile beamed from ear to ear on his face and I could tell he was ready to be my husband. In that moment, with his arms around me, all my nerves calmed and all that was left was happiness and a sense of confidence that I was ready too.
The cameras clicked from our photographers and I suddenly became very aware that I probably didn't look my best and guessing I had ruined my make-up. I quickly wiped my face and smiled for the camera.
Once our wedding party photos were done, I headed back to my holding cell to wait out the rest of the guests' arrival. I hated being stuck in there while the boys were galavanting about the chapel, talking to guests and taking them to their places. So I paced back and forth, and back and forth…peed, then paced back and forth some more. Finally, Amanda called me to go outdoors, from where I would be entering the chapel.
Brian, my step-dad, took one arm; my father took the other. Both looked like they were going to lose it any second. If they lost it, I'd lose it…so I kept my focus on Kennedy and Brayden, the flower girl and ring bearer. One after another, bridesmaid and groomsman stepped inside the chapel. Last was Kennedy and Brayden, Brayden being the more domineering one, dragging Kennedy down the aisle as he holds her hand; flower basket waving around.
The doors closed in front of us…it's my turn. All eyes are on me, the one in white; the director, producer and star of my own personal show. All the planning, headaches and stress came to this moment. A quiet hush encompassed everyone, and the doors opened….
I kept my focus on everyone in the audience as I walked down the aisle. If I for one second looked at Derek before I got up there, I would have started crying. I smiled to everyone, nodded my head and whispered "HIIIIIIII" to anyone I wasn't expecting to be there. I walked faster than I probably should have, but I was ready. I wanted to kiss the man of my dreams, to have him wrap his arms around me and say I'm his new wife! But I knew the entire ceremony laid ahead, so I impatiently walked toward him with a grin on my face you could see from space.
Brian and dad both gave me away, which was special in itself. My dad helped give me life, but my step-dad has made sure to be a part of my life from the instant he came into it. Each are special to me in their own rights, and each deserved an arm to give away on my wedding day. As I kissed each one of them, a sense of growing up and loss all occurred at once. I wasn't their little girl any more. I was becoming a woman right before their eyes, walking into the hands of another man who is devoting his life to take care of me for the rest of mine. As I reached for Derek's arm, my own shook; nerves kicking back in as I felt the presence of 300 guests and their 600 eyes on us.
Dave, Derek's dad, and Andy, our own pastor and friend, began the ceremony with a few jokes about past philosophers of love and some even from today. (These philosophers were in fact musicians…and they even did minor renditions of their "theories") They then handed over the ceremony to my own Derek. My fiance for only a few more minutes, was given a twelve-string guitar and a microphone. Through my head, all I could think of is, "oh wow, he's going to play our song for everyone!" But instead, it was a lovely acoustic rendition of Red Jumpsuit Apparatus' "Your Guardian Angel." As soon as he began playing, tears began to stream down my face. I reached back toward Kayla and grabbed a paper towel I shoved inside my bouquet.
The song was BEA-utiful. Crying the whole time, I watched and listened as he played the entire song to me with so much love and compassion in his voice. As the last notes rang out, I could hear a faint quiver in his throat; he was trying to keep it together to finish the song. When he finished, I wanted to jump in his arms and plant a big smooch on him to let him know how much I loved it. But I decided against it as that'd be skipping a lot of steps in the ceremony. Instead, I wiped my eyes and nose one last time. I began to wad up the paper towel to hand back to Kayla when I realized it would be really gross to give back to her…so I shoved it down the front of my dress. Apparently, the entire congregation noticed and I heard a roar of laughter. I looked up to see Dave's eyes get really big and heard him say something along the lines of that not being what a father wants to know about his daughter-in-law. I laughed and readjusted it so it couldn't be seen.
After everyone had a good laugh, the ceremony continued with the placing of the rings. I had to correct Derek as he was putting the ring on my hand…he had the band backwards! But it was alright, my hands were so swollen and it wouldn't go on anyway, I could have easily flipped it myself without anyone really seeing it. Then it was my turn. I took the ring from Andy's hand and twirled it in my own. This piece of metal was a symbol of my love, my devotion, my commitment to this man before me. I repeated the words and slowly placed it on Derek's left ring finger. It jammed at the knuckle, but it went on, and fit like it had belonged there for years.
Andy announced our unity ceremony and what it represented. The two colors, red and blue, each with it's own traits, once blended together becomes a trait all it's own, forming an entirely new color. Same goes for our families. We each came from different backgrounds, different families and we are creating an entirely new family. We stepped up to the altar where our unity water waited. As we began to pour our colors into the heart shaped vase, Chip and Jaime began to sing a Glee-tribute favorite of mine, "Faithfully", originally sang by Journey. It was beautifully sang, and the timing couldn't have been perfect. I wanted to lean over and kiss him right then and there, but yet again, I stopped myself.
As we stepped back to our places, as if reading my mind, Derek whispered to me, "We get to kiss in like two minutes!" I whispered back, "That's my favorite part! My second favorite part is going to happen in about 10 seconds!" He gave me puzzled look, but then it turned to a bright smile when he heard my fellow Glee-mates begin to accompany Chip and Jaime with their "woah's." They slowly stood in unison as their harmonies blended beautifully. It sounded like a choir of angels embarked on our celebration and were giving a blessing. It was absolutely heart-stopping. I looked out at them and began to weep, yet again. I was overcome with such a overwhelming sense of love and friendship. I was truly blessed to have friends like that to stand up and sing for me at my wedding. I turned back to Derek and he too had tears slowly slipping down his cheek. He had no idea I had a surprise of my own for everyone.
The song finished and Derek and I were both laughing and crying. Dave steps up to us and says, "are there any more surprises I don't know about?" We laughed and shook our heads. The chapel grew quiet once again. Pastor Bill Cornwell, Derek's grandfather stepped up to the stage and lead a prayer, blessing our marriage, our lives and our families and friends who will help us along our journey. it was very sweet yet the words were so powerful. We were making an oath before God Himself that we are doing everything in our power to love one another, commit ourselves to each other and ensure our friends and families got our backs when things get rough.
Dave and Andy both placed their hands atop of ours and stated "what man and God bring together, let no one tear apart."
Finally, the moment we all were waiting for… I grew ancy as the words slowly came out of their mouths. "Kiss your bride." "kiss your bride." Those were the only words I wanted to hear. At long last, they came out. I couldn't lean in fast enough! We locked lips for the first time as husband and wife. It was fireworks at the fourth of July. Nerves…gone. Stress…gone. Worries…gone. The only thing left in my brain was, "I'm MARRIED to my best friend!!!" "I'm kissing my HUSBAND!!!" It was exhilarating.
We were pronounced Mr and Mrs Derek Allen Cornwell. With a ring on my left hand, my husband on my arm and my bouquet in my right hand, we jaunted out the chapel to Paramore's Hallelujah. Very fitting as I walked down the aisle to Vitamin String Quartet's orchestrated piece of the same song.
It was absolutely wonderful. Everything came together just as it was supposed to. It may have taken us on a bumpier path than we wanted, but we still ended up in the same spot. :)
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
FINALLY!!! I found the bridesmaids' shoes!
After a long and treacherous journey, up many a late night searching for the perfect shoe. The perfect shoe was out there, but at a ridiculous price. Bu finally, while wandering through the Crossing, Derek and I stumbled into Payless looking for some flats for me...but lo and behold, I found a pair of dyeable shoes that were very fitting to my bridesmaids dresses. They had the right color, the design of the shoe matches every other "criss cross" design from my ring, to my dress to the bridesmaids dresses.
I was excited I finally didn't have to go searching anymore. What really took me flying was when the sales associate said that even when the BOGO sale goes on, if I have a coupon, I can use it too and get them all at an even cheaper rate!! How exciting!!!! I finally pulled through for my girls. :)
I was excited I finally didn't have to go searching anymore. What really took me flying was when the sales associate said that even when the BOGO sale goes on, if I have a coupon, I can use it too and get them all at an even cheaper rate!! How exciting!!!! I finally pulled through for my girls. :)
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
8 weeks and 1 day....
....Until this semester is complete! I am so ready for this semester to be finished. All year I have worked my butt off. Granted, it's definitely paid off, but I am ready to move on with my life. Eight weeks and one day left of being a typical undergraduate college student. Eight weeks and one day until I no longer have room mates, but instead a husband. Eight weeks and one day left of living on campus.
This year has been very trying with room mates. I was with three new girls. Not my usual Melissa, Amanda and Kellie whom I'd lived with for three years. I had to readapt how I live and mesh with new rituals and habits. It was extremely difficult at first. I was coming into how they lived; they had roomed with each other last year, so they knew their quirks well. But, even after the readjustment period and a semester and a half under our belts together, things just aren't meshing well. Messy is not my thing. Things have places...and certain people still have yet to learn to put things in their right places.
I believe I am outgrowing the "college" phase of my life. I'm ready to be responsible. I'm tired of moving every 6 months (ok, a slight exaggeration). I want to have permanent places for things, not moving stuff home and have to dig through boxes of crap to find a shirt. I don't want to stay up until 6am getting drunk every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and snow days. (though I did stay out way late last weekend...but I had to drive someone home, so I call it acceptable). I'm ready to have quite times at home with my hubby, dogs and kids.
Ahhhh 8 weeks and 1 day left of that.
This year has been very trying with room mates. I was with three new girls. Not my usual Melissa, Amanda and Kellie whom I'd lived with for three years. I had to readapt how I live and mesh with new rituals and habits. It was extremely difficult at first. I was coming into how they lived; they had roomed with each other last year, so they knew their quirks well. But, even after the readjustment period and a semester and a half under our belts together, things just aren't meshing well. Messy is not my thing. Things have places...and certain people still have yet to learn to put things in their right places.
I believe I am outgrowing the "college" phase of my life. I'm ready to be responsible. I'm tired of moving every 6 months (ok, a slight exaggeration). I want to have permanent places for things, not moving stuff home and have to dig through boxes of crap to find a shirt. I don't want to stay up until 6am getting drunk every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and snow days. (though I did stay out way late last weekend...but I had to drive someone home, so I call it acceptable). I'm ready to have quite times at home with my hubby, dogs and kids.
Ahhhh 8 weeks and 1 day left of that.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
I love my mom!
I have a mom who would bend over backwards for me. She is the complete opposite of my father. Where one can barely hold a job, she has always made sure to wear the pants and provide for her family. I never have to wear her down if I am in need of money. She willingly gives what she has, even when I try and refuse so I can make it on my own. She was there for every game I cheered at, went to every cheerleading competition and wearing our colors proudly. She came up yesterday just because I wanted her near. <br/><br/>
With my wedding coming up, she is thinking about getting a second job just to help pay for things. What parent gives and gives of herself like that?? My mom, that's who. <br/><br/>
I am truly blessed to have my mom in my life. Things haven't always been easy for her and I. She had to do so much on her own. Being a single parent was tough for her, I understand that now. I feel bad for being a demanding kid sometimes. She taught me to be thankful for what I have. Even today, I sometimes forget that, but I am working hard trying to remember that there are worse things in life than a bad grade. At least I have the opportunity to go to school. My mom gave me that chance. <br/><br/>
Mom, if you read this, know that I love you so much!!! You have become my best friend. I love having you to come to when things get hard. Although we've had our bad moments and have highly disliked each other ever once in a while, just know I would never change you for the world! No matter how many times you've told me no and I stormed off, I am thankful you didn't give in. You have taught me if I wanted something that I had to earn it myself. So many moms today just give in and now their children are brats. I am very pleased to tell you I am not one of those kids. :) I hope. <br/><br/>
Thank you mom, for everything. For being you. For being MY mom. Love you!!!!<br/><br/>
Love, <br/>
your daughter
With my wedding coming up, she is thinking about getting a second job just to help pay for things. What parent gives and gives of herself like that?? My mom, that's who. <br/><br/>
I am truly blessed to have my mom in my life. Things haven't always been easy for her and I. She had to do so much on her own. Being a single parent was tough for her, I understand that now. I feel bad for being a demanding kid sometimes. She taught me to be thankful for what I have. Even today, I sometimes forget that, but I am working hard trying to remember that there are worse things in life than a bad grade. At least I have the opportunity to go to school. My mom gave me that chance. <br/><br/>
Mom, if you read this, know that I love you so much!!! You have become my best friend. I love having you to come to when things get hard. Although we've had our bad moments and have highly disliked each other ever once in a while, just know I would never change you for the world! No matter how many times you've told me no and I stormed off, I am thankful you didn't give in. You have taught me if I wanted something that I had to earn it myself. So many moms today just give in and now their children are brats. I am very pleased to tell you I am not one of those kids. :) I hope. <br/><br/>
Thank you mom, for everything. For being you. For being MY mom. Love you!!!!<br/><br/>
Love, <br/>
your daughter
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
going on a rant....
I know I need to make a few changes with my attitude. Lately I've been cranky and don't watch what I say. But right now, I just need a few minutes to stand on my soap box and say FACEBOOK IS NOT FOR LITTLE KIDS!!! All of my dang-nabit little cousins keep trying to add me. I added one...but then I quickly realized, with me adding her, I am going back on what I believe. So as of 3.5 minutes ago, I deleted her.
Facebook started as a college social networking site, partly to meet new people, partly to know where all the good parties are this weekend. It has also become a useful tool for study groups, big fundraising events and even Amber Alerts. It has become such a part of our daily lives as college students; its terrible that little kids have gotten their hands on it.
By letting young children (middle school and younger) onto this page creates a whole realm of issues including cyber bullying, cyber stalking (with weird pedophiles) and lewd behavior. it's bad enough that through the use of aim, and now text messaging, that young kids have every alternate realm to bully, backstab and lie about each other. Is it any wonder that the adolescent suicide rate has tripled since 1950?!?!?!? (It's a true fact, learned it today in Adolescent Psych).
I have two younger sisters. One has a Facebook page. I worry that she will become a cyber bully. She is a very vulnerable girl, susceptible to influence very easily. I don't want her to get mixed into the wrong things because she may think it'd be fun to talk about someone or pick on someone online.
"But being on the computer helps their typing skills." No, not really. They still type words wrong, terribly wrong. They don't form proper sentences and there is no one to watch over their shoulder to see what they're typing...so whatever they put online is public!!!
I don't even really want to get started about the pedophiles that are out there. With your 8 year old putting on make up, taking pictures and posting them online, others can see those pictures. "But I put their privacy setting on maximum." It doesn't matter. Your child is posting pictures online, it means it's public access. Do you want your child's photo printed off and in the hands of some creep who's doing Goodness knows what with it???? Uck.... What if your child adds a person that's a friend of a friend (so it says they have so many people in common) and they think, oh, well they know this many of my friends...I'll add them too. What if in the end that person is a creeper and starts Facebook chatting your daughter?? Why even compromise the situation by allowing them to have a Facebook page in the first place?
Finally, children are easily influenced by their peers. They typically like to do what others are doing. They like having role models. If they see people with photos that are inappropriate, they may be likely to follow suit. It's bad enough that children are getting mistaken for teenagers in this day and age, why grow up faster than they have to?
Make your children BE CHILDREN!!! Get them out from in front of the stupid computer screen, put them in snowpants and boots and kick their patoodies outside!!! Make them have an imagination; build a snow fort, have a snow ball fight, come up with a snow game...JUST GET THEM TO DO SOMETHING THAT KIDS DO!!! Be a parent, monitor what your kids are doing online, please don't let them get sucked into a computer screen.
Facebook started as a college social networking site, partly to meet new people, partly to know where all the good parties are this weekend. It has also become a useful tool for study groups, big fundraising events and even Amber Alerts. It has become such a part of our daily lives as college students; its terrible that little kids have gotten their hands on it.
By letting young children (middle school and younger) onto this page creates a whole realm of issues including cyber bullying, cyber stalking (with weird pedophiles) and lewd behavior. it's bad enough that through the use of aim, and now text messaging, that young kids have every alternate realm to bully, backstab and lie about each other. Is it any wonder that the adolescent suicide rate has tripled since 1950?!?!?!? (It's a true fact, learned it today in Adolescent Psych).
I have two younger sisters. One has a Facebook page. I worry that she will become a cyber bully. She is a very vulnerable girl, susceptible to influence very easily. I don't want her to get mixed into the wrong things because she may think it'd be fun to talk about someone or pick on someone online.
"But being on the computer helps their typing skills." No, not really. They still type words wrong, terribly wrong. They don't form proper sentences and there is no one to watch over their shoulder to see what they're typing...so whatever they put online is public!!!
I don't even really want to get started about the pedophiles that are out there. With your 8 year old putting on make up, taking pictures and posting them online, others can see those pictures. "But I put their privacy setting on maximum." It doesn't matter. Your child is posting pictures online, it means it's public access. Do you want your child's photo printed off and in the hands of some creep who's doing Goodness knows what with it???? Uck.... What if your child adds a person that's a friend of a friend (so it says they have so many people in common) and they think, oh, well they know this many of my friends...I'll add them too. What if in the end that person is a creeper and starts Facebook chatting your daughter?? Why even compromise the situation by allowing them to have a Facebook page in the first place?
Finally, children are easily influenced by their peers. They typically like to do what others are doing. They like having role models. If they see people with photos that are inappropriate, they may be likely to follow suit. It's bad enough that children are getting mistaken for teenagers in this day and age, why grow up faster than they have to?
Make your children BE CHILDREN!!! Get them out from in front of the stupid computer screen, put them in snowpants and boots and kick their patoodies outside!!! Make them have an imagination; build a snow fort, have a snow ball fight, come up with a snow game...JUST GET THEM TO DO SOMETHING THAT KIDS DO!!! Be a parent, monitor what your kids are doing online, please don't let them get sucked into a computer screen.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Wow, I'm learning!!
In my Theories of Personality class, I'm learning about Freudian theories about well...everything. Currently I'm reading about his ideas of the frontal lobe and what a part it plays in someone's psyche. I just read today in the textbook about an example of a man who was a sincere, sweet, patient man. He was in a railroad accident with a metal pole penetrating up through his jaw into the frontal cortex of his brain, cauterizing the brain. He miraculously lived, but his personality changed. He became impulsive, demanding, no care to anyone but himself. Freud believed the frontal lobe held the elements of the Id; a portion of a person's unconscious that would act on basic instincts and desires. Any who, the example of the gentlemen is to back up Freud's research that the Id is a legitimate thing.
Tonight, while watching National Geographic, a show was on discussing the trauma of Henry VIII's wounds from his jousting accident. They were talking about how when the horse fell on him, he was basically crushed and the jarring around knocked him unconscious for two hours. After his accident, he became irrational, moody, frequently lashing out. While they were explaining his symptoms, I sat there thinking..."He must have messed up his frontal lobe. His Id is all out of whack!" Sure enough, about 30 seconds later, they showed a 2-D image of the injuries his head had sustained and a doctor explained that in the front of his head is the frontal lobe, that relates to a person's personality and temperament.
HOLY COW!!! I am really learning things and retaining it!!! It's amazing. :) So long story short, I was able to take what I learned in class and apply my readings to a National Geographic episode. I'm a happy camper!
Tonight, while watching National Geographic, a show was on discussing the trauma of Henry VIII's wounds from his jousting accident. They were talking about how when the horse fell on him, he was basically crushed and the jarring around knocked him unconscious for two hours. After his accident, he became irrational, moody, frequently lashing out. While they were explaining his symptoms, I sat there thinking..."He must have messed up his frontal lobe. His Id is all out of whack!" Sure enough, about 30 seconds later, they showed a 2-D image of the injuries his head had sustained and a doctor explained that in the front of his head is the frontal lobe, that relates to a person's personality and temperament.
HOLY COW!!! I am really learning things and retaining it!!! It's amazing. :) So long story short, I was able to take what I learned in class and apply my readings to a National Geographic episode. I'm a happy camper!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
the big things are coming together nicely...
I have become a little preoccupied with wedding planning. I should be a little preoccupied with school work....but, who would study when you can wedding plan?!??!
the good thing is we have a majority of our big things finished. Dress, photographer, chapel, and hall are set to go. We are in mid completion on the food, the dresses, the suits, DJ, cake and invitations.
We still have yet to decide on decorations for chapel and hall, a final head count, flowers (picking them out and helping my aunt and cousin make the bouquets) guestbook and just little things.
I am honestly loving every minute planning. The colors are coming along nicely! Plum and teal were an excellent choice! Now we just need to find the right pair of teal heels for the girls that aren't outrageous in price. :) Even shopping for dresses for my little sister is fun. we found a cute dress that fits her very nicely....for $100. uck.
Alright, back to homework! PS: 234 days until I'm officially Mrs. Cornwell!
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