I lik to spellz wurds

It’s  entertaining  how caught up people get on little details. Of everything there is to challenge individuals choose to fight the small battles, the ones which make little to no difference in the end. For many of my friends, their battle happens to be spelling. I like to focus on larger concepts and ideas.  I am much more productive that way. I openly challenge them to create their own blog, regularly update it with entertaining material, and use better spelling techniques. Wouldn’t it be neat to get a little competition going?

It is no secret I have issue with spelling. In fact, I literally run a magazine and am reminded of my weakness quite often. Yesterday, I was relentlessly mocked for my mistaken spelling of calm in my last blog as “clam.” But, quite possibly my biggest folly is the word minuet… wait no… minet .Hold up guys, I got this, MINUTE! There we go. In reality, it is totally on purpose…. I am just a really big fan of classical music.

It turns out that yesterday was the breaking point for errors. Gotta love my grammar Nazi. After my “clam” mistake, the memes started to roll in. I decided to share one because the irony was greater then the pain. After all, the point of this blog is to be entertaining.

I would like to remind the readers that a blog isn’t necessarily meant to be written as a formal college essay, but rather as a quickly written collection of ideas and concepts. Still, for the love (and maybe sanity) of my friends, I will attempt be become more accurate when it comes to proofreading. All this really means is that I spend a few more minuets reading over my work. Wait, minute. NOPE, SCREW IT. At this point “minuet” is simply auto-corrected into my word processor. They may as well just add my spelling to the Webster Dictionary.  Sorry. Just like those people who like to mix Skittles and M&M’s, I suppose you could just say I wanna watch the world burn.

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Take a deep breath

I’ve come to a realization that stress of everyday life is absolutely ridiculous. Nearly every problem we face is nothing in perspective to other problems that could theoretically arise. Sure, we all have ups and downs… but time is usually the best solution to anything. Give something time to settle down, and the sticky situation will untangle its self.  A few months ago I decided to start practicing yoga. Many people claim that it is a “magical solution” for stress which helps you mentally and gets you into shape.  For obvious reasons I was quick to call BS on the whole idea until I was convinced to give it a chance.

I can now say without a doubt that there is something unique to this idea of “a hippy work out,” as refereed to by one of my friends. . Although the lasting effects are not immediate, you feel better surprisingly better even  after your first attempt.  I began practicing yoga because I wanted an excuse to get out of actual homework and distract myself from stress. But after repetition, it made me feel better then  I could have ever hoped for.

I chose tonight to write about it because of an unusual event I encountered. I found a new cool -down pose which I decided to try tonight during  yoga practice. I am completely serious when I say that it brought me the post amazing feeling of mental relaxation and clam. It was almost as if I was sleeping while keeping a purposeful and  steady breathing pattern to maintain mental consciousness.

My problems and sources of stress slipped away into oblivion, and stayed there even after I was done with my practice. In not saying that they completely dissipated, but seemed to become manageable and tiny. Even now, I am writing by blog post and it seems like life is totally chill for the first time in a while.

For a fifteen minuet dedication every night, I not only have managed to restore my sanity, but I also got abs. The benefits of a short daily yoga session are totally worth the little extra work.

I lost my car keys and my sanity

Life is ironic. The moment you dedicate yourself to something which has been so easy in the past, life decides to have another idea and totally redirects your fate.  I made a dedication to update this blog frequently since I often had time late at night to reflect on my thoughts. So here I am once again  attempting to overcome to chaos and provide you with  entertaining stories about my life.

Over the last couple months, I have developed a knack, no…. superpower! I now have this amazing ability to lose anything and everything in my possession.

It has been four months since I have last seen my car keys. I remember returning home from school one day to find them missing in the next morning. Baffled, I looked everywhere for them. I retraced my steps and even looked in the freaking refrigerator. Still, nothing. I was so frustrated I grabbed a spare set out of the garage before driving away. The dramatic irony of this situation was that I had placed a lanyard and multiple key chains on them to avoid this type of incident. To this day, despite my weekly effort, I still haven’t been able to track them down. At this point, I have accepted complete defeat. Keys.. one VS me… zero

I guess my searches have not been a total loss.  I’ve rediscovered some very neat stuff on the explorations through my jungle of a closet. I came across Japanese currency, a very  poorly written love letter from an elementary school crush, a box of unopened animal crackers, and an old indestructible Nokia phone.

Somehow I managed to stumble across all these ridiculous items before finding a simple set of keys. I have decided that the rule of the universe goes something like this “you will find literally everything else EXCEPT for what you’re searching for.” Unfortunately this seems that it doesn’t just apply to items, but careers and love lives too.

If I could just manage to find my keys, perhaps the universe would magically regain balance also.

The Little Lithuanian

While I was quietly sitting in advanced art today, minding my own business, my peaceful day was awkwardly interrupted by the new Lithuanian foreign exchange student at my school.  It takes a decent amount of effort to pull me out of my under-caffeinated trance in my first class of the day, but she somehow managed it.

The class was dead silent until out the blue she started laughing hysterically. Some brave sole tapped her on the shoulder to ask what was so funny. She then proceed to embark on a solid twenty minuet rant about about Kim Kardashian’s Ass…. The entire class sat in horror at the words which were not- so-elegantly flowing from her mouth. Many awkward glances were exchanged before, out of the grace of God, something happened to quickly end her rant.

She was sitting by a sink when the pipes randomly started to make creaking noises, before breaking. Water began to spray from under the sink, soaking her backpack and feet. She quickly shut up and jumped out of the wet crossfire. Although it may have been mean of me, I had difficulty controlling my laughter and eventually lost the battle to curb it.

Still, this incident alone was not enough get on my nerves. Another incident happened at lunch one day. For the first time in about four days, I dedicated to say on campus for lunch. I was chatting with my friends as we sat on our little bar stools. My fiend’s bag was sitting on the floor when the exchange student decided to mosey over and pick it up before my eyes. I was watching it because she was in the restroom. Without a word or explanation, the girl began to rummage through it. I sat there in surprise before mouthing the words “WTF” aloud. She proceeded to pull everything out as I went to grab the bag. I asked her what she thought she was doing…  “I am looking for food, my lunch is a little boring today,” she said in her odd little foreign accent. I would have had sympathy for the girl if she had been hungry, maybe a refugee from a hard life back home. I do not know her background. But, she had a lunch box stuffed full of perfectly good food! There was clearly no need to steal  lunches.

Dumbfounded, I wasn’t quite sure to say in reply. I don’t care what country you are from. Rummaging through strangers bags’ isn’t exactly a social norm.

I usually make it a point to befriend foreign exchange students. It is difficult to adapt to  a new country, a new culture, a new language. I even have plenty of friends who could be considered pretty eccentric. This girls isn’t exactly easy to get along with. Still, the future may hold a reasonable explication for her behavior.

Sometimes, specific things need to be said.

The trouble with life is that it is so random. One moment you can be focused on a happy memory or excited for something so silly. Then, out of nowhere, the universe can pull the plug on everything and leave you with en empty feeling of doubt or sadness.  I know, I promised to make this blog entertaining and silly, but sometimes there are very important things that needs to be said.

Death is confusing, no matter the context. Also, you can not control fate.

My friends father lost his life today because of a series of unfortunate events involving bad weather and risky mountain roads.  He did not deserve to lose his life, he was only trying to the right thing and help those in need. What happened was not fair or just in any form of the meaning.

He leaves behind a large family of wonderful individuals who will desperately miss their dad.  Still, I know the positive impact this fallen police officer had on his family and on his community will never be forgotten. His legacy lies with his family and friends. What I have written here does not do justice to his character or his life. Honestly, it leaves out his traits of a silly and fun loving personality.

Although the outreach of this blog post may be minimal, thoughts and prayers for his family would be greatly appreciated.  Life is short and unpredictable. Perhaps this is what makes it fragile, perhaps this is what makes it worth while, or perhaps it’s a combination of both.