Okay, I'm not one to have celebrity/character crushes, and he's not the manliest character (and in real-life, he's gay), but his deep intelligence and lack of knowledge about social cues is pretty hot to me. Just watch!
In any rate, it's comical and completely non-realistic. Oh, Sheldon Cooper, if only you existed in real life... <3
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Update: 11/11/2011
I apologize that some of these writing prompts are getting on the short side. I just started a job, so it's a lot to handle, especially on top of all my classes. During Thanksgiving weekend, I should be up and running with longer posts.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Writing prompt #14
Prompt: Moving from one place to another, and one house to another, is a big task. Write about one of your most memorable house moves.
I haven't moved much in my life, but the most recent one was the move to college four years ago. It was my first taste of freedom, and let's just say I took advantage of that freedom every night. I know it has only been four years, but it seems like forever ago. Unfortunately, because of my strained relationship with my family, I had to move everything out of the apartment so it was very overwhelming. It was also the first time I wasn't with my cat, Snuggles, whom I adored. It was a hard transition, but I made friends really quickly, and within a few months, I completely acclimated and met amazing people and had a significant other. It was the best thing that has happened in my life, and, even though it was hard, I wouldn't have changed it for the world.
I haven't moved much in my life, but the most recent one was the move to college four years ago. It was my first taste of freedom, and let's just say I took advantage of that freedom every night. I know it has only been four years, but it seems like forever ago. Unfortunately, because of my strained relationship with my family, I had to move everything out of the apartment so it was very overwhelming. It was also the first time I wasn't with my cat, Snuggles, whom I adored. It was a hard transition, but I made friends really quickly, and within a few months, I completely acclimated and met amazing people and had a significant other. It was the best thing that has happened in my life, and, even though it was hard, I wouldn't have changed it for the world.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Writing prompt #13
Prompt: Write about a weird day in your workplace.
I actually just got a new job at Barnes and Noble (bookstore), so I hope I'll start to have many stories from there. As far as my older job, Walgreens, the entire place was weird - people and everything, so I'll pick the one that sticks out: the day I written up.
I came into work, normal day and nothing out of the ordinary. The previous night, I was at a friend's apartment with a few people - and, of course - alcohol and drunk texting was involved, but it wasn't particularly ME who was texting. It was my friend. To our manager.
Anyway, some things were said, some sexual in nature, and some nonsense in nature.
The next day, I was called in the office and was told a lot of things that I didn't know what was happening because I hadn't looked at my sent texts, and my friend deleted all the inbox texts. Even though we are all friends in the store (managers and employees), the manager apparently thought that it was wildly inappropriate (even though we all make sexual advances in the store together as jokes). Well, I was written up for something I wasn't conscious when it was happening, and to me, that was pretty darn weird.
I actually just got a new job at Barnes and Noble (bookstore), so I hope I'll start to have many stories from there. As far as my older job, Walgreens, the entire place was weird - people and everything, so I'll pick the one that sticks out: the day I written up.
I came into work, normal day and nothing out of the ordinary. The previous night, I was at a friend's apartment with a few people - and, of course - alcohol and drunk texting was involved, but it wasn't particularly ME who was texting. It was my friend. To our manager.
Anyway, some things were said, some sexual in nature, and some nonsense in nature.
The next day, I was called in the office and was told a lot of things that I didn't know what was happening because I hadn't looked at my sent texts, and my friend deleted all the inbox texts. Even though we are all friends in the store (managers and employees), the manager apparently thought that it was wildly inappropriate (even though we all make sexual advances in the store together as jokes). Well, I was written up for something I wasn't conscious when it was happening, and to me, that was pretty darn weird.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Writing prompt #12
Prompt: Write a brief, but scary, encounter with one of your professors.
I can honestly say I've never had this (fortunately!). If I do, I'll update.
I can honestly say I've never had this (fortunately!). If I do, I'll update.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Writing prompt #11, part 3
Prompt: Use the following words in a story: typewriter, filing cabinet, punches, clerk, carbon paper, janitor.
The forgotten typewriter was housed on top of the grey, speckled filing cabinet that hadn't been opened in years. The cabinet had dents all around it as if the owner threw punches in a fit of rage- back in its hey day. Now, it just sat there - empty and useless, save for the home it created for this lone typewriter. The clerk outside peered into the dark room. Nobody had been in there since "that day". Nobody ever spoke of "that day", lest something bad will happen. The clerk scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed the janitor a carbon copy. They locked eyes for one moment, then looked away as if they were total strangers.
The forgotten typewriter was housed on top of the grey, speckled filing cabinet that hadn't been opened in years. The cabinet had dents all around it as if the owner threw punches in a fit of rage- back in its hey day. Now, it just sat there - empty and useless, save for the home it created for this lone typewriter. The clerk outside peered into the dark room. Nobody had been in there since "that day". Nobody ever spoke of "that day", lest something bad will happen. The clerk scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed the janitor a carbon copy. They locked eyes for one moment, then looked away as if they were total strangers.
Writing prompt #11 part 2
Prompt: Include all the following words in a story: biology, class card, foreign student, leaf, blood sample.
The foreign student approached the biology teacher.
"Vaat ees zis?" he asked, not trying to mask his accent.
The teacher looked at him, dumbfounded. "It is a leaf."
"A leeef?" he asked.
"Yes. From a tree." The teacher pointed to a tree outside the window.
"Ahh, oh-kay," he said and sat back down, even though he didn't quite understand.
He played with the leaf under the microscope, following the cues of others in his class. After fifteen minutes, he approached the teacher's desk again.
"Ehnd, vaat ees zis?" he asked.
"It is a blood sample," said the teacher.
"But I no understaaand," he said.
"It is a drop of blood from an animal," the teacher explained.
"Ah, oh-kay," he said and sat back down, understanding perfectly well.
He turned to the student next to him, picked up the probe, and stabbed her in the arm until blood came gushing out. To the teacher's appall, he beamed.
"Aye undah-stahnd. Blood!" he exclaimed with joy.
The teacher rushed over to the geyser that was the little girl. "Take this class card and go to the principal's office immediately!"
The foreign student approached the biology teacher.
"Vaat ees zis?" he asked, not trying to mask his accent.
The teacher looked at him, dumbfounded. "It is a leaf."
"A leeef?" he asked.
"Yes. From a tree." The teacher pointed to a tree outside the window.
"Ahh, oh-kay," he said and sat back down, even though he didn't quite understand.
He played with the leaf under the microscope, following the cues of others in his class. After fifteen minutes, he approached the teacher's desk again.
"Ehnd, vaat ees zis?" he asked.
"It is a blood sample," said the teacher.
"But I no understaaand," he said.
"It is a drop of blood from an animal," the teacher explained.
"Ah, oh-kay," he said and sat back down, understanding perfectly well.
He turned to the student next to him, picked up the probe, and stabbed her in the arm until blood came gushing out. To the teacher's appall, he beamed.
"Aye undah-stahnd. Blood!" he exclaimed with joy.
The teacher rushed over to the geyser that was the little girl. "Take this class card and go to the principal's office immediately!"
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