These are a few of my favorite things...

1. Favorite Way to eat cereal
This may be a weird way to start off a favorites list, but here we go. My favorite way to eat cereal is with a deep bowl, filled about halfway with cereal and slightly less with milk. I don't drink milk after I eat the cereal, so having less milk is imperative. Anyway, I also like eating cereal (or whatever food I'd need a spoon for) with a slightly larger than normal spoon. Like, larger than a normal spoon, but not a serving spoon. Does that make sense? On sugary cereals, like frosted flakes and fruit loops, which I don't really eat anymore, I just eat with milk, but with cereal like chex, I like putting bananas on top. Strawberries I'll eat along side my cereal, but not on top.

2. Favorite Ice Cream
I have several, actually. :)

1. Vanilla ice cream with caramel swirls and chocolate cone chunks. Mmmm.
2. Vanilla ice cream with hot fudge.
3. Moosetracks or Mackinaw Island Fudge- they rank about the same.
4. Vanilla ice cream with Hershey's chocolate topping.
5. Soft serve twist, dipped in a chocolate shell

I like a lot of other flavors, especially chocolate!

3. Favorite Vacation Place

Definitely either Florida or Higgins Lake- if we're talking within Michigan, Higgins Lake or Oscoda. Outside Michigan, Lido Beach, Sarasota Florida is fabulous around springtime.

4. Favorite Movie

1. Hidalgo
2. The Dark Knight
3. The Devil Wears Prada

5. Favorite Book

1. Harry Potter series
2. The Devil Wears Prada
3. Uglies, Pretties, and Specials
4. The Princess Bride
5. Jurassic Park

6. Favorite Food

I can't even begin.

7. Favorite Candy

This I can handle- gummy anything. Gummy bears, worms, octopuses, sour patch kids, etc. If not gummy candy, chocolate. Hershey's milk chocolate is the best!

8. Favorite Summer Activity

Going to the drive-in movies! Making a night of it- getting pizza for dinner, going to the movies, staying up all night talking- that's a great summer night.

9. Favorite Outfit

1. Long black leggings, blue peacock tee, black shrug, black high heels
2. Dark blue and white halter dress, white shrug, and white flipflops
3. Any tank top and shorts!

10. Favorite Animal

Horses, all the way. <3

Tonight, my dears, I say goodbye. The auditorium that once beckoned as my second home will likely never see me on stage again.

Why, you may ask?

Because I've quit orchestra. I'm still in the class, but next year I won't be back. And I'm done with theater. I don't have time. Dance? Quit that last year.

The barn is all that's left. But I'm not here to sob, say how much I've learned, and how I'll always miss the orchestra company.
But come awn. Tears? Wailing? NEVER.

All I have to say is this,
"Good luck. If you need me, I shall be in the barn."

Birds Are Dumb

My boyfriend and I have this conversation every time a bird almost gets run over.
"They're just so...stupid," he says, shaking his head.
"They're birds," I point out.
"But they're dumb. I mean," -he looks at me, how can I not understand this?- "they have the ENTIRE sky to fly in! WHY on EARTH would they choose to fly directly in front of my car, where they could die?"
I just laughed and admitted, yes, they're dumb, but hey. They're birds, with brains the size of a peanut. What else can you expect?
But now that I think about it, I understand why a bird would want to fly in front of a car. It's that rush of adrenaline, the thrill of a near death experience. They might live for four years, maybe only four days. Most of that is finding food for themselves and their children. And if that's all you were allowed to do, I wouldn't bet the farm, but maybe a cow or a pig that you'd look for an adventure too.
Another bird story- at the barn I board my love at (my horse, darling, don't be thinking I keep my boyfriend at a barn), in each field of horses, there is a tank of water. Several times, when filling these large tanks, we will find a bird floating in one. Disgusting? Very much so. Sad? More than a little. Understandable? A little bit.
Why, you may be asking. Risky, you're relating to birds. You might need to go to bed.
Well, other than the fact that I have homework I'm procrastinating from, bare with me. It'll all be somewhat more clear momentarilly.
Imagine, for a second, that your entire life you've never seen yourself. Sure, you might've glimpsed your arms or legs, but you've never seen yourself in a mirror or in a photo. Then, one day, just getting a drink of water, trying to go home to wife and kids, and you have to stop at the grocery store to get dinner, and you need to pick up the dry cleaning or your wife will make you sleep on the couch, and the kids will want a bedtime story and-
Suddenly, you see yourself. At first, you feel a little confused- are you seeing your brother? No, you tell yourself, I'm an only child. Your father? I'm pretty sure he's dead.
It's yourself. For the first time, you've seen yourself, and you become entranced, and then, suddenly, you need to see yourself closer, observe everything about yourself, and then...
*kerplunk*
It's kind of sad, really.
But maybe I should get to my homework.
~Risky Business~

Yesterday, I came home from school feeling downright awful. My stomach was queasy, I had a headache, and I could barely move without feeling like I was going to pass out. I popped two extra-strength Excedrin, drank two glasses of water, ate a sugar-free Popsicle, and did what everyone has to do sometimes-

I took a nap. I fell asleep sometime around 3, and slept for two hours. Around 5, I woke up, groggy and disoriented. I had that half-asleep feeling, you know? Where you're not quite awake yet, and you still have that warm, fuzzy sleep feeling? Yeah, I know. Greatest feeling ever, right?

Anyway, I glanced over at my clock, and noticed it read 5. Being half-asleep, I forgot I had laid down to nap and assumed it was morning. I had such a happy feeling- if it's 5 AM, I thought, I have another hour to sleep before getting up.

Around five seconds later, I realized it was actually 5 PM, and needed to get up to eat dinner and head to work. I overslept, in actuality, rather than underslept. Now, some people might get angry- pissy that they were late. But I simply shrugged it off. I just needed to get ready faster, and maybe eat dinner on the way instead of at home.

Overeaction just spawns anger and frustration.

Gossip, oh gossip.

Yes, it's high school. Yes, there's drama. Yes, I'm going to talk to people when I find something out.

But there wouldn't be any drama unless you tell me about it. Guess what? If you don't want anyone to think it's gossip, don't spread it like it is.

Just a little rant and a warning.

H/N

What's hot and what's not? A question that, I, Risky Business, is completely qualified to answer. And if you disagree? Well, you might end up in the not column next time...
Hot
-Glee- How can it NOT be hot? This show has awesome songs, cheesy lines, but overall is a fun watch and a great soundtrack. :)
-Gladiator Sandals- AH-dorable! Need I say more?
-Less casual dresses and skirts, but not super formal either- Everyone pulls out the flouncy dresses and skirts, but I happen to adore less casual skirts- more office type skirts, catch my meaning?
-Beaded and sequined skirts- American Eagle has a TON of these right now, and I'm loving them. They're a little on the expensive side, but totally worth it. Especially cute under vests.
Not
-Sweatshirt/Sweatpants- Seriously, girls, what's with the sweatsuits? WHAT IS WITH THE SWEATSUITS? Be feminine! Even some bootcut dark wash jeans won't kill you! Or a sweater, or a graphic tee...I'm not picky. Just sick of sweatsuits.
-Flipflops- Seriously, worn, dirty flipflops are not cute. Fashion flipflops, I can deal with. But seriously, if you want shoes that you don't have to wear socks with, then grab some cute sandals- like I said before, I'm in love with gladiator sandals.
-Twilight- SICK SICK SICK of it. I don't care if you like Twilight, but I'm sick of hearing about it.
-School- Enough said.

There you go, followers! What's hot and what's not.

Arguing with Religion

I am not a religious person. I doubt I will ever be a religious person- I'm just not that type of person. I once was Catholic, a long time ago, and far far away, now I'm agnostic. I'm rather certain in my uncertainty, and nothing you can say will change that. I've read the Bible, I went to church, and I've decided that in no way do I believe in a God. I'm perfectly content, in fact, to live my life god-less.
I can see you now, dear reader, looking at my words, squinting, perhaps, and saying all of your arguements for gods and such, but that not exactly why I'm here. I'm here, typing in my room, reflecting on the debate (read: arguement) I had with a fellow student in my math class. My friend, Sara and I were discussing my being agnostic, and a student behind us named Manny Torres (read: my biggest pain in the rear) overheard. Sara and I told him we didn't want to get into the religion talk- after all, it always ends with an over-pretentious person looking like a donkey, and neither Sara nor I wanted to be that person.
Manny insisted. The argument commenced. Oh, was it an argument. I suppose it was a bit more like a debate in the aspect that we weren't really angry at each other, we're both just awfully passionate about the topic. Anyway...
It was a rather loud discussion- thinking about it now, I'm surprised none of us were yelled at more than we already were, or thrown out. And, to Manny's credit, though I've heard him utter less than intelligent statements, he had fairly reasonable arguments. However, like most people (myself included), it was hard for him to see past the one thing he believes in. I'm not saying that's a bad thing- who knows, maybe my life would be better, easier, more fufilled, etc. if I had something like religion to believe in- but when you're trying to make an argument, this quality tends to dim any and all points you make.
Does that make sense? Ah well.
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Risky Business here- the eyes and ears of a semi-small, clique-ridden and drama filled high school in a small town obsessed with anything that isn't nailed down and half the stuff that is. Of course, what I report here won't change much of that, but maybe it'll open some eyes to just how full of horse manure we all are. I spend a good portion of my week shoveling that crap- I don't need any more of it.
Pictures and gossip, it'll be here alright. But more than just gossip, I'm going to work my hardest to bring you news- my school, group, friends, and relationships that I see going around me. This is risky business, darling- if I'm found out, it could mean the end of several things- this blog, your gossip stream, and, most importantly to me, any reputation I've managed to get over the past few years with these people will be flushed down the john. So, if you have news for me? Don't find me if person. Leave a comment. Please. And by the way? I might be into a little gossip-
but I never kissandtell.
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