Blogging With No Topic

Let loose in writing class left only with a blog and left without a topic! This is absurd. It is hard enough to write on a topic, but when left to my own devices, how am I supposed to come up with anything?! Absolutely absurd. I suppose one could discuss the goings on of our own minds, however, do you really want to hear my University debate? Or about how excited I am for the upcoming long weekend? Well maybe, but my private plans are not to be exposed on the internet! Perhaps I could share my thoughts on Grad, as it is coming up soonish and I havn't had much to say about it so far.

Well, I guess I havn't had much to say about it lately because I am a little disenchanted with it all. I was under the impression there would be more excitement, more suspense. Who's going with who? Who's wearing what? Where should I get my hair, nails and make-up done?! I have indeed wondered these things, however more casually as if they were ordinary thoughts. I am almost embarrassed that at one time I was ever wishing to become so enthralled in these topics. They seem so silly and a waste of time to bother with. I have never been into the drama scene and I don't know why prom rolling around would make me instantly thrust myself into it. I suppose what I am trying to say is: don't get your crinolines in a knot! Relax and enjoy prom for what it is; a chance to say good-bye to your fellow grads, eat nice (hopefully) food and dance.

The End


(Look I finished an assignment in class!! =D)

It Really Just Annoys Me

Alright, this is just a pet peeve of mine. I have to say first of all I am absolutely not anti- Canucks or anything (though I'm not exactly fan, even of Hockey at all), I just find those window flag attachments REALLY irritating. You must have seen them by now, they're sticking out of every other vehicle's window cruising down the street.

I understand the appeal of maybe one flag. It shows the driver's enthusiasm, and they are only up around play off season. Not so annoying. I will be honest and say that I'm not entirely sure what it is that annoys me about them, but I do know that as the number of flags multiply, my road rage multiplies.

All I can focus on when I'm looking in the rear view down South Fraser Way is the giant manly trucks with bunny ears! It looks absolutely ridiculous! I'm not sure why the owners of these gas guzzlers feel the need to display the flags in this fashion. 1) They can't actually bee seen when they're whipping in the wind and 2) like I said before, it makes the car look like it has bunny ears.

Now I have seen numerous times a vehicle with more than two of these things. It gets a little ridiculous after four because, let's face it, you're not a bloody parade float driving around. Really, think about dropping your kids off for school with THAT all over your vehicle. They'll be bullied for sure, especially if their peers are Duck fans.

Be less annoying. Get a bumper sticker! Or, because I have failed to make a convincing argument (or you love bunnies), don't.

Wouldn't the world be a better place if...

I could teach you something. In all my seventeen years I must be quite wise, yes? Well I am so wise that anything that I have to teach you would be much beyond you're comprehension. However I suppose I could dumb-down something for your simple minds. First I must think of something you can relate to, something at your level of comprehension. Nope, can't think of anything. Toooooooo bad

I'm not really that pompous, I really just wish I was wise and had something to teach. What do you want to know about? I will give you my thoughts. Until then I don't assume I have any knowledge relating to you that you don't all ready know.

Reasons Why Janelle Is Annoyed

• the library computers would not let me log in to my blogger account (at least 2 of them)
• it is Thursday instead of Friday
• the blog assignment made me think too hard and I ended up ranting going no where
• I have yet to figure out which "observations" are definitely supposed to be recorded on my bio lab
• I have too many stories to write and I can't think of anything anymore
• so many people are mowing their lawns, its fairly annoying
• guys don't bring girls flowers anymore =( (I read Paige's blog)
• I get ranty and grumpy when I have lots of homework
  

Ms. Wedel will be sorry she ever unleashed the "Lists that are meant to be read" idea, they will never end, NEVER. Anyways, I better get some work done before my sanity completely departs

Meaningful

I'm looking around my room desperately trying to find an object that is meaningful to me, because I don't want to do the other blog assignment. I would actually rather write a list of why I am annoyed, but BACK TO THE BLOG ENTRY. I see Chinese food, nope; various USB cords for various devices, nope; a jar of pennies, nope; France calendar? Clothes? Whiteboard? Nope, nope and nope. Not that its all meaningless, I just don't think it represents anything pivotal in my life, which would then have meaning. In my opinion, for something to have meaning to me it would have had to have had a huge impact on my life or have some value (not the money kind).Most of these things are intangible, like experiences or values. So I suppose my own mind is a meaningful place. There. This has actually exhausted me, I'm going to post my list now, because now I'm extra annoyed. I will make a new post because a 2-in-one would be tacky, right?

Shalom?

So yesterday, I was invited to synagogue (for all that don't know, it is a Jewish "church" by some sense of the meaning) and mostly because I am incredibly curious, I went. As long as there's a fair chance it won't kill me I'm willing to give it a go, even if I'll probably embarrass myself (which I am used to doing by now).

So we drove down to Bellingham to this cute old building, the synagogue. As soon as I entered I was tense, I am extremely shy and usually awkward with new people, especially in a house of worship because they really are unfamiliar to me as I have minimal exposure to religion. Well, I was introduced to the rabbi, a very nice lady from what I can tell, and we picked up prayer books (which I observed to be backwards, but apparently the spine is supposed to be on the right hand side).

When we sat down, I looked through the book in my hands briefly and noticed an intimidatingly large amount of Hebrew, which of course, I had no hope in reading. In fact, there seemed to be Hebrew everywhere. There was a huge banner I guess you call it with an image of a tree and some Hebrew I believe meant something along the lines of "the root of life". This was my favorite part of the "decor" of the building.

Ok so I'm sitting there thinking I will stick to my observer standards, but my boyfriend wants me to make an attempt at the Hebrew. Umm, sure I'll get on that. He pointed out that there was a phonetic-ish version of the prayers and songs etc. under or around the actual Hebrew. When I say phonetic-ish, I mean I could get by, but it took me a while to commit to memory that "ch" meant I had to pronounce the sound like there was something at the back of my throat rather that the "ch" sound in "chipper". It would have sounded really cool if a) I had any talent with my singing voice and if b) I had any clue of how to pronounce it all and if c) anyone could hear me. I made a point of whispering most of it, because I was sadly butchering it. There were random words that appeared repeatedly that I got the hang of, and spoke up a little for them.

After much singing and a silent prayer, (at least I think that's what was going on.. I had no idea.. we were supposed to sit down when we were done.. but I sat down as soon as my boyfriend was) the rabbi gave a little speech. I was quite pleased when it was on vegetarianism and its benefits, score one for Janelle! (Though I am a veggie merely because I dislike meat and because I don;t eat it my stomach has built up an intolerance for it, but hey, at the same time I'm keeping Kosher!).

Toward the very end we, well everyone but me, wished a few people Happy Birthdays (I didn't have my phonetic-ish Hebrew in front of me, I would have joined in if I had) and said a prayer for those who are ill and for those who have passed. Finally, there was one last song (that I forgot to mention I learned at the beginning of the service). Though we repeated the maybe 10 words many times, its gone from my head already. Finally we went to the basement and ate and drank and socialized. I told some lady that "I'm thinking of staying here in BC for university.." which probably confused her because we were in fact, in Bellingham.

Anyways, despite the uneasiness of my ignorance to the goings-on, it was a very nice service, and I might just go back again.

Mischance of a Muffin

A magnificent muffin there sat
In my lap fluffy and steaming
Gooey blueberries oozing
And smelling sweet

I peeled the wrapper from the base
And little did I know,
The most horrible occurrence would follow

The mushroom top was split from the rest
A traumatic divorce,
I screamed in horror
The muffin fell, fell to the ground

Hurriedly I grabbed at it
My jabbing motions were not enough
Only the bottom of the muffin was salvageable

Every hope I had for that muffin
Oh, delicious muffin
Diminished.
Devoured.
By the greedy ground
Not my starving stomach.

Tim Horton's,
This is the second time you crushed my dreams
And surely,
It won't be the last.


-Ex, Muffin-less Timmies Employee