The rules of Reg's apartment, and a few things she's learned from Charlotte

My thoughts are not very cohesive today, so I give you two lists.

The first is the agreed-upon rules of the Salamski-Reg household. The second is what I’ve observed from a week in Charlotte (I wish it could be what I’ve learned through actual interactions with people, but no one talks to me besides the neighbor.)Enjoy.

RULES:

1.       Rinse yo’ dishes ho.

2.       If you eat/cook, you clean yo’ own mess.

3.       If you want to talk to the pretty neighbor, bake her something first

4.       If it doesn’t need to be on/plugged in, it’s not (that’s what she said.)

5.       The best place to pick up ho’s is in your mind, not in the hallway.

Golden Rule: If you bring a ho’, yo’ roommate must know.

What I’ve observed in Charlotte.

Cross walks are suggestions, as are stop signs.

We wear t-shirts and athletic shorts

The weather report lies. Whenever it says there won’t be a thunderstorm, there will be.

Walking around with a male roommate is not conducive for picking up men.

Southern accents aren’t mandatory

The three main food groups are sweet tea, biscuits, and chicken.

Sometimes strangers greet each other. This is not weird.

Summer's Reality

I live neither here nor there, but I am not homeless. My home lies within the comfort of my own mind and the comfort of my friends and family. Therefore, I am always home.

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I started to write a post but it was taking too long, so I'll leave you with a bit of a conversation with my madre prompted by the fact that I'll be spending 5 straight hours with my father tomorrow.

Madre: Well, he'll love spending time with you.

Me: I hope so! I'm not a very interesting person.

Madre: You are when you want to be. You have interesting points of view.

Me: ... should I give him an existentialist lecture?

Madre: Sure, but he'll argue with you. He believes A is A. He believes in the realities of things.

Me: I can believe in reality. Existentialism isn't only about questioning reality. Well, I guess it is to some people... Existentialism can't be truly defined. Well, I guess nothing can be truly defined.

Madre: *laughs* Yes it can... There! That's exactly what he'll argue with you about!

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You know, any time I say something like "nothing can be truly defined" she just laughs as if I'm saying "apples are pears when we're not looking."

Then again...

How would we know they aren't?

Less than three,

~ Summer

p.s. I know apples don't randomly change form when we're not looking. It's just fun to think about!

A question of interest--Reg's a domestic goddess

“Just as soon as we notice that someone has to force himself to pay attention when dealing and talking with us, we have a valid demonstration that he does not love us or that he does not love us anymore.”—Friedrich Nietzsche

It was hypothesized in an Anthropology book—one which I’m too lazy to quote right now—that women, during conversation, take on a submissive role when speaking to men because of traditional cultural values taught to us during childhood. I suppose this could be true; often I find myself being the one asking questions to continue a conversation, agreeing instead of arguing to make the conversation more pleasant, and murmuring “mmhmmm” to imply I’m listening intently when in actuality I don’t care. I agree that it could be a submissive role, but it could be that I’m just being polite.

Summer's Perfect Pant

I had a bit of a sad conversation with my driving instructor today...

Him: Have you always been in this school district?
Me: Technically I suppose, seeing as how I was home schooled until high school.
Him: Really? What's it like to be home schooled? I always imagined it as staying isolated and hardly ever leaving the house.
Me: Yeah, I get that a lot. No, I was involved in a lot of programs and spent a lot of time with my friends.
Him: Oh, that's good. Do you get negatively stereotyped when you tell kids you were home schooled?
Me: Well, I try not to tell anybody...
Him: Oh, I see. What would you say is the most positive thing about going to public school?
Me: ... umm... the most positive thing? Huh, I know there's a reason I go there...

This got me thinking.

My school hardly ever has more than one attractive guy at a time, and he's always taken.

My school is small, so by sitting quietly in the back not talking to anyone I'm not disappearing into the crowd... I'm making myself appear to be a loner freak.

My school has bad draining, so it floods in the winter.

My school has a Harry Potter club, surf club, and international club (besides the fact that we have no diversity whatsoever).

My school is full of white, privileged kids who's parent buy them a car on their birthday and pay for their college while kids like me serve them their lattes.

Honestly, the only reason I still go there is to be with my friends (which completely makes up for all the negative points above).

This brings me to the next number on the list.

17. Ask your audience a question. What do they think about Topic X?

My question is...

If your best friend became the leader of the most powerful gang and you didn't know until you read it in the papers, what would you do?

Less than three,

~ Summer

p.s. Personally, I'd be pissed that they didn't tell me themselves. I mean really, is it that hard to make a phone call? Even a text saying "im gang leeder nao lulz" would suffice...

What is Reg going to do with her life?

I thought when I was accepted to a University that people would stop asking me what I was going to do with my life. I was wrong.

Now I’m asked specifically what I’m going to do with my life. The conversations are eerily similar, and all go about like this:

Summer's Insult

Today a very gentleman-ly skater boy came into the shop. We made the typical small-talk while I made his drink. After a while, though, I started to wonder "is he trying to hit on me?" After he left, I checked my looks in the mirror. "Yep," I decided. "I would hit on me."

Anyways, back to the list!

16. Comment on the state of the industry. What's going well and what isn't going well?

Since this prompt doesn't specify which industry I'm supposed to comment on the state of, I'm going to choose the music industry.

The popular music industry, to be exact.

What's going well? Well, it seems that they're making an incredible amount of money.

What isn't going well? Well, it seems that there's no quality music involved.

Well, that crazy Californian's done gone and joined glee--Reg's rant on choir

After Vocal Jazz Ensemble, I was done with choir. I would never take another music class, or join another choral ensemble—or so I thought. Yet as I stared at the giant void in my schedule between anthropology and philosophy, my resolve began to waver.

Choir was my safety net for the past 7 years. When I didn’t know the school, or the people, I always knew what to do in choir. I knew what’s expected of me.  I have trouble in new situations unless I have a detailed, step-by-step procedure telling me what to do (preferably written down because I never trust what I hear) and choir kept me a litter saner; it made it easier to pretend I was normal.

Now that I’m approximately 3,000 miles away from everything I know and love, I need something to be normal. I need to know someone other than my roommate (also imported from the golden state) and the sweet, gorgeous neighbor (who my roommate is obsessed with baking for.) Being an alto automatically places me in a group—it gives me friends so I can somewhat fit in on campus— and gives me the opportunity to not be just the strange, well-dressed girl from California that lives across the street from school and glares at everyone.

I guess it’s back to dissing sopranos and hitting on pingüinos.

Your butterfly,

Regette

P.S. I miss the poppies—not quite the color of gold, but if gold were liquid and could raise a cream.

Summer's Funk

It seems that I have been out-posted by Reg.

I'm blaming the squirrels that live in her computer. I knew they had it out for me...

In any case, I should post. To be perfectly honest, I've been in a funk lately... I'm not sure why, but I've been acting like a typical teenager.

It's quite annoying.

Therefore, I've decided to save myself from becoming a useless slob that does nothing but eat junk and watch TV all day by creating a list.

A bucket list, if you will.

See, this is my senior year; the last year before I become responsible for myself.

Scary shit, huh?

It's not so much that I'm dreading graduation; it's more that I regret all I've done up til now.

By "all I've done up til now" I mean nothing.

Anyways, back to the list.

I decided that by creating a list of things I want to accomplish this year I'll prevent a depressing graduation. So... here it is. The first draft, anyway.

Life lessons from an application--Reg is unemployed

Lately I’ve been applying to as many jobs as possible because I am terrified that I will spend more than I have saved (I’ve been in North Carolina since Saturday evening.)

The applications to larger companies all have a section of questions much like an online personality survey that an 11-year-old girl posted on Quizilla. I suspect these questions to be a psychological evaluation, probably because I’m paranoid (and thus need to be evaluated psychologically.)

The questions range from the appropriate—“How would your previous supervisor rate your performance?”—to the ridiculous.  For example, “Do you like listening to strangers talk about themselves for extended lengths of time?”  And “Do you feel like others have caused the difficulties in your life?”

The first question I find ridiculous because most people don’t want to hear their customer’s life-story in the check-out line. I know there will be one person with a sunny disposition that answers that question, “yes! That’s like, so ME!” but I believe that many people will agree with my answer.  Yet I still lied when asked, “Do you think people are mostly honest?” and “When given the opportunity, will most people steal?”

 The second is too vague—are they saying I caused all the problems in my life? The application also asked if I felt satisfied with my life so far, if my parents were proud of me, and if I had any major regrets. I would much rather go to an interview and have to speak with an actual human than have my personality ascertained by an online quiz.

For me, this is a surprising revelation. I, Reg, would rather talk to a person face-to-face than conduct all of my business through a computer. I’m finding things go more smoothly when I can glare at whoever I need something from.

I’m kidding. I try to be nice and bake cookies when I need something.

I baked you cookies. Now I need answers

Your butterfly,

Reg

Neighbor stalking- Reg's new favorite game.

This morning I opened my refrigerator and made myself an egg sandwich with food I had bought.

That was when I was like WTF? because I realized I owned the fridge too.

Hold on a second...

Sorry, I heard the neighbor open the door and had to stare at her through the peep-hole.

Why?

Well, there are so many people around it's difficult to resist the urge to run to the door. Having never lived in an apartment complex before, I suppose I could compare it to living at a mediocre hotel.

Right now I'm watching my TV. I paid 9 dollars for it.

My TV.

I'm trying not to over think this but I'm a bit terrified and overwhelmed.

But no worries, Reg always has a game plan.

What is the plan now?

Find a man with a pick-up truck and convince the room mate to date a woman who does dishes.

Good Plan.

I should fill out more Job applications. I've only completed three so far today.

Your butterfly,
Reg

Summer's Americano

I had a bit of a flip-out moment at work yesterday... the guy that worked the shift before me had left me with no brewed coffee whatsoever. "Oh well," I thought to myself "nobody orders coffee in the afternoon anyway. I'll just make some now and nobody will know the difference! Unfortunately, while I was brewing some coffee...

Customer: I hear you have the best coffee in town!

Me: @#^&i%&*%$^%%&i^! Err... I mean... did they say anything about our americanos? 'cause those are incredible!

In any case, I'm back to the list.

15. Review a product. What are its benefits and its drawbacks? What sets it apart? Would you recommend it?

The product I would like to review today is the pencil.

That's right, the pencil.

It's hottest thing in technology! Everyone has one! The pencil is perfectly portable and fits into almost any container. You can even stick it behind your ear for a failed artist look! The pencil writes on basically everything and even has an eraser (think of it as a backspace or a delete button) to correct those inevitable mistakes! The best part is that it doesn't even require any batteries! That's right, folks; batteries are NOT included because they're totally unecessary! This little treasure recharges by being placed into a pencil sharpener (batteries required). Also, pencils come in all shapes, patterns, colors, and sizes! So put that iPad down and pick up a pencil today! You'll never feel better about a purchase!

Less than three,

~ Summer

A beginner's guide to CA

I wish someone had made me a list of important things to know about NC, so I made a list about California. This list is not comprehensive and will not represent every Californian.

I felt like putting a disclaimer because I can never trust what I write at midnight on an airplane during a thunderstorm.

Dear God,

Dear God,

Who am I?

They ask who I am.

I used to know.

How much of me do I give up, to allow life to grow?

I wallow in my sorrows, I fight back numerous tears

all to protect a fragile thing, that will be worth the rest of my years.

I don't feel like I'm giving anything up, for all I'm getting why should I?

yet I wonder who I'll be, at the end of this journey's ride.

I don't want to compromise morals; I don't want to abandon my dreams,

Mostly I want to live an eternity; him...and me.

Summer's Back

So!

As most of you probably don't know, I've been at music camp for the past week and thus have been unable to post.

"But Summer," you say, "you totally did post like twice!"

Aha! Foolish mortals, I did NOT post! That was in fact Reg pretending to be me. Quite well, might I add.

In any case, I'm home and couldn't be more unhappy about it.

There is a place........~Sayuri~

There is a place, hidden deep within the recesses of my soul that houses my future. This picturesque scene is not realistic, not practical, and highly improbable...but it holds the essence of me. Hidden in this little valley between the crevices of what is and what could be lies a soft yellow house with a white porch surrounded by green grass and fields as far as the eye can see.

Reg and Summer's survey: What is the purpose of your existence?

I hate being serious almost as much as I hate attempting to be funny.

and despite this I thought I’d share a very informal, poorly constructed and biased survey Summer and I conducted—in an attempt to be both serious and funny at the same time.

The question: What is the purpose of your existence?

Sample: Well, we intended to ask every 3^rd customer in line—either at the bank or the coffee place— but then we remembered that we detest people (and yes, we have jobs in customer service.) Thus we asked only people we knew. To be more specific, we only asked people we knew and saw on that particular day.

My AP Stats teacher would be so proud of our efforts…

Sorry if anyone is misquoted…I’m doing this from memory because I’ve lost the list (meaning I’ve washed the list off of my hand since I wrote it there three weeks ago…)

Summer's Interview

Well, it’s time for a return to the list.

14. Interview an expert.

Who is this man?

Billy Love, the local player.

This man has dated nearly every eligible woman ( or not, he doesn't discriminate)  in three counties, yet women still want to be with him.

And of course the young men want to be him.

Summer's Omelette

“Bad eggs make bad omelettes”--Pascalrascal

I’ve ranted about music people.

I’ve ranted about bad dates.

I’ve ranted about camp.

Now it’s time for all three, stirred together and fried to create one bad omelette.

Music is an expression of the soul. It would be plausible to think that a place dedicated to the creation of music would be a fairly low-key, soul-expressing experience.

False.

Symphony is communism—no, not socialism—communism. All instruments are equal; some are just more equal than others.

I am a rehabilitated violinist, so I experienced the “more equal” part of symphony. Now, however, I am a violist. I like to equate the viola to the alto of the high school choir. My theory is that every single memorable composer dated either an alto or a violist, and she burned him real bad. Thus, altos and violas are doomed with the same three boring notes of the chord, over and over and over and over…

(Pachelbel had issues with cellos though. I suppose he’s the exception. )

It’s alright though. At least I no longer have to exhibit false passion while being the first chair violinist’s stand bitch (page turner.) Also, all the chill “how the f*** did I get here?” instrumentalists sit in the back.

Thems my peeps.

Well, yesterday an old frenemy of mine was going  to set me up with another instrumentalist. As I am not to partial to camp musicians right now (but  if you play the uke, call me) or men (see Reg’s very distressed posts about her immature, insensitive, douche-bag boyfriend,) this set up may not be the best idea at this time.

And the violinist and I went on some quasi-friends/acquaintance/wtf? Awkward date-like lunches.

Perhaps I’ll play the theme to Jurassic park during rehearsal tomorrow…

Less than three,

Summer

And then she was bitten, and that was the beginning. The beginning, of the END; a post by Sayuri

Oh dear. Here I was being practical. Pulling out a calculator (via the super savings calculator!) which said in order for me to save $20,000 between now & May 19th 2014 (my college graduation date), it would take $588.24 per month. All of the sudden, a down payment on a $100,000 home seemed completely doable, totally in reach...and then, my practicality was stolen away from me. I was bitten. Bitten by...

Summer's obnoxious friend Reg who posts for her while she's away...

One of Reg's favorites:

I suppose you all have read Regette's ode to April...

Surprisingly, this post didn't make me angry.

It made me sad, thinking about poor Regette thinking for all these years that April is better than March.

So, out of the kindness of my heart, I've constructed a reply to her blog explaining how all her reasons were...  Oh, how should I put it...  Wrong.

And here it is.

Top 10 reasons why March is better than April:

1. If March weren't "an entire month of school without a break", April would cease to be so special to you because it would no longer promise the long awaited Spring break.  Without March, April would be ruined.

2. Yes, March is mostly winter. However, winter is my favorite Season.  In fact, out of Vivaldi's Four Seasons, "Winter" is the most spectacular and awe-inspiring...  Even the slow movement! Also, you cannot use people with disorders to praise a month.  What about people with allergies? They are virtually screwed in the spring.  What about people with Narcolepsy? Due to spring break, there are more people on the roads at night and thus more people at risk of being hit by a narcoleptic driver.  Therefore, people with disorders are not effective evidence to prove a point.

3. St.  Patrick's day is not typically considered a religious holiday, while Easter is.  What about Jewish people? They don't get presents on Easter.  What about Jehovah's Witness children? They don't get to delight in leprechauns or the Easter Bunny.  Therefore, holidays are also not effective evidence to prove a point.

4. Are you insinuating that no murders have occurred in April? If I were you, I would do a little more research...

5. In March, you are blissfully unaware of whether or not you were rejected from colleges and thus can continue your daydreams of coffee at Harvard or reading in Yale's library.

6. I...  Have no problem with this reasoning.

7. Who freaking cares?

8. April needs a special occasion such as April Fools Day to make it special.  March, however, need only be March to be special.  March very much pwned.

9. I don't have T.V., and therefore don't care. 

10. There are less months until you die in April.

And there you have it.

Less than three,

~Summer.

The above post was in response to:

The Fundamental Attribution Error-Regette blames her luck on her personality

Just In case I've forgot who I am:

Define yourself- challenge accepted.

Do so in one word? Well…


(I hate to be a downer but...you know what a jump break means...)

*sigh* .... ~Sayuri~

Reg can do that weird "serious post" thing too, just not well

A favorite quote I share from my mother is: "How could I have raised such a bitter and jaded child?" This question says more about me than it does about her; what type of 11 year old girl looks her mother in the eyes and tells her she "doesn't believe in romantic love?" The answer to the latter question is that I am. The answer to the first, however, is a bit more complicated.

(I guess this is the part where I try to be serious and I hope I make sense)

32 Days....AHHHHHHHHHHHHH: a post, by Sayuri

It sounds obvious, but every day only happens once. This day will ever come around again, and each day is unique. I acknowledge that, however, I still find myself wishing that time would just speed up. I can't wait to be back at University with my friends, and more specifically, with Tom. I love my family & I enjoy spending time with them, but a large part of my heart is back at University, or at least in that general vicinity.  OH well........here is me shouting in frustration "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

             For the next 32 days,
                       ~Sayuri~

33 Days...Breaking the Awkwardness Trend: A Post, by Sayuri

Ah, a serious post. How rare...just kidding :P We here at the Daily Dust do write serious posts every once in a blue moon.

Today, I am addressing long distance relationships............It is not original, and the following is nothing that will be earth-shattering to many of you.

My boyfriend, Tom, lives approximately one-thousand, nine-hundred, and ninety-seven point six miles away from me at this particular moment.

I am not complaining. At least, not really. Because Tom is one million percent worth dealing with the distance. I am one of the luckiest girls (if not the luckiest) in the entire world.

However, days like today make me

Awkward Hugs--Reg impersonates Summer poorly

                                If only I could wear Summer's style of clothes quite like she can...

Summer’s Stew

You’re welcome.

Question: Why are all the Daily Dust’s videos about awkwardness?

Answer: Awkwardness is a common affliction that the world should be exposed to.

Less than three,

~ Summer

What Reg Loves About the California Mid-State Fair

Working near the Mid-State Fair during fair-time is one of the best things about where I work. My average customer per day rate is 8.2, so I often need entertainment besides my usual occupation of thinking of how I've effed up my relationship. The Fair provides a variety of entertainment--and I don't even have to pay the 8 dollar admissions or eat deep-fried kool-aide.

Failing at Life: A "how to" by Sayuri

In case the title didn't fully suggest, I am admitting that (as of now) I fail at life. More specifically, I fail at...you guessed it,

It's "funner" to say "Arkansas" in Arkansas--Reg goes back to her "ruts"

Today I after I awoke, vulgarly insulted my alarm clock, and shoved the dog off of my side of the bed, I had a relization completely unrelated to the current happenings:

On August 2nd, 2011, I will have been in Arkansas twice in one year.

I will have been to Arkansas twice-- once was more than my fill of Wal-marts, cheap beer, poor grammar, and inescapable humidity.

Now, perhaps Arkansas isn't such a terrible place, but my perception of it is. My memories include being screamed at 6:00am in the morning because my door was locked and driving in a thunderstorm in an old Chevy that did not have windshield wipers.

There were a few good times-- like when tour guide Tanner told me "funner" is a word in Arkansas, or when I played "Highway to Hell" at my Aunt's wedding.

In reflection, Arkansas is one of those hilariously terrible places I've been. I wouldn't trade Arkansas for the world...well, to be honest if I'm swapping places I'll probably swap it for just about anywhere, so the idiom is meaningless.

ArKANSAS, I should say. It's "funner" to say "ArKANSAS" in Arkansas because the government tells me not to.
Your butterfly,
Reg

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Conversations with my mother always leave me feeling a bit less than normal...

Me: How do you know that I'm me when you don't see me?
Madre: ... I just know.
Me: But how would you know? You only know I'm me when you see me. Without seeing me, how do you know I'm me?
Madre: Because I believe in the existence of things.
Me: I would still exist, I would just exist as something else. Perhaps I wouldn't exist, but there would be no less existence in the world because I would exist as something else.
Madre: ...

***

Me: Evil is the root of all good.
Madre: *laughs*
Me: Really. Without evil, there would be no good.
Madre: That's true... but I wouldn't say that evil is the root of all good.
Me: Why not?
Madre: BECAUSE IT ISN'T.
Me: ...

***

Me: I keep meeting friends of the family at work... it's really weird. It must be a sign. I must be dying or something.
Madre: Dying? Why?
Me: Whenever I see a bunch of people from my life or people related to my life, I feel like I must be dying soon. It's like my life is flashing before my eyes through people.
Madre: ...

***later that evening***

Me: What time do we leave tomorrow?
Madre: 7:00.
Me: Sorry, I know I've asked that before... I feel like if I keep asking, it's bound to get later.
Madre: Nope, we leave at 7:00. You and your dad are leaving at 7:00 on Tuesday, too.
Me: Holy moly! It must be a sign.
Madre: A sign that you need to start going to sleep earlier?
Me: No! Remember what I said about the people at work?
Madre: Yes...
Me: I think the signs mean that if I don't start waking up by 7:00 and doing something during the day, I'll die without having lived a fulfilling life.
Madre: ... I don't think the two are necessarily connected...
Me: No, no! When you watch "Murder She Wrote", you learn that everything's connected! Building burning down? Murder that looks like an accident? Crazy letters flooding the town? Murder that looks like a suicide? ALL CONNECTED. Therefore, the two signs are DEFINITELY connected!
Madre: ... okay...

***

The sad thing is that all these conversations happened today...

Sometimes I question my sanity.

Then I realize that sanity is based on cultural perception.

Then I get bored of questioning sanity and watch "Murder She Wrote".

"Murder She Wrote" makes me question my sanity.

It's a vicious, vicious cycle...

Less than three,

~ Summer

How To Tie A Tie

If you, like me, have a service job, chances are you've had to deal with more than your share of a**holes.  In lieu of this, I've concocted a tried-and-true list of the top five ways to get rid of obnoxious customers.  Trust me, they work.

1. Aww, your baby's so cute! Can I give it a dog biscuit?

2. Sorry, we only serve pure bloods.

3. Would you me to refill your ugly mug?

4. Congratulations! You've just won a free assassination.

5. Sorry about the wait, I was busy writing you a list of the closest weight-loss facilities.  Did you want whipped cream on your drink?

And there you go.

Less than three,

~ Summer

Why Reg loves long-distance relationships--or rather, why Reg is trying to convince herself she does

I thought I'd share my favorite things about long-distance relationships, based on my own experiences.

When I am writing this, I would like to specify that I mean the sort of dysfunctional long-distance relationship I am in--not functional long-distance relationships like Sayuri's amazing parents. I love them dearly and I envy their dedication and devotion. I cannot include anything about their relationship in the list because I believe the only thing they like about long-distance relationships is their other half and the relationship. They don't aspire to the ultimate goal of continuing the long-distance relationship, but of being together again.

1: No PDA. Ever.

Is Justin Bieber Gay?

I've spent much too much time trying to figure out what to post about, so I decided to follow in the footsteps of some of my favorite bloggers and use their techniques of successful blogging. Here were my options:

1. Say Something Interesting About a Celebrity

Ringo Starr and the Monkee's are touring this year... really? Sometimes you just need to let go of the past.

2. Say Something Profound and Thought-Provoking

Time is timeless.

3. Mope

OMG tonight was the crappiest night of my life. Like OMG I'm gonna like post a dramatic facebook status now so that I can get some cheap attention. OMG. Like, soo totally crappy.

4. Give Advice

Brush your teeth three times a day, kids.

... or YOU'LL DIE!

5. Review Something

I highly reccomend IDC's new branch of Chill Pills. They work like a charm! Personally, I think you all should go buy some RIGHT NOW. IDC is my favorite brand now.

6. Write Something Witty and Amusing

"Success is overrated, friendship is underrated, and the best movies are R-rated."

No, I didn't make that up.

Yes, that is my idea of witty and amusing.

Deal with it.

7. Write a Walk-Through or Tutorial

Here's my tutorial for life: don't f*** it up. Instead, f*** sh*t up. There's a difference. That's all you need to know to survive. Shame the peeps on "Lost" didn't know this...

8. Say Something Too Cute For Words

Umm, no. That only works for Charlie McDonnell.

9. Write a Poem

Good- Good would cease to exist
If evil dissipated into existence’s mist.
Therefore, good is the result of a situation
And only feeds off evil and our sense of obligation

10. Write a Catchy Title That Could Give You Confused Blog Traffic

Hey, it was worth a try, wasn't it?

In the end, I decided not to pursue any of these options because there was not much to say in any of them.

Perhaps I will have something better to say tomorrow?

I wouldn't bet on it.

Less than three,

~ Summer

what is in a word?...Frustration. A post by Sayuri

So, my family of five is moving across the country. Not halfway across the country. Not three states away. We are moving across the ENTIRE country. Now, we are no stranger to moving, we have done it many times before, but I don't remember it being quite this daunting, taking this long, or being quite so stressful. Perhaps I was just too young to remember, perhaps we just are out of practice, but either way moving stinks. SO keep me and my sanity in your prayers this week and wish me luck.

      Looking for patience,
                                Sayuri

Summer's Ideal Man

I've made up my mind.

I refuse to date any man who doesn't dress well.

I'm not asking for a suit or anything, just a man who has good taste.

A casual rocker look, if you will.

Also, buzz cuts should never happen.

Neither should t-shirts.

If you think you fit the bill, call me! *awkward wink*

Less than three,

~ Summer

p.s. please be taller than me, sing, and play guitar. You should have a band, too. And have a witty sense of humor. And please, oh PLEASE, come to my camp in a couple weeks and fall in love with me!

p.p.s. I'm not asking for too much, am I?

Summer's Success

Some people spend their time achieving success.

I spend my time observing other people's success.

Still others spend their time destroying other people's success.

Reg's true love; besides coffee...and well dressed, older men

Charlotte

Who Would've Guessed the International Astronomical Union would have a sense of humor? ~Sayuri~

Example Excerpt:

Q: But if I want to, can I buy the name of a star anyway?

A: Sure, there are people who will be more than happy to take your money....

Q: Can you tell me who and where?

A: Sorry, we are a scientific organization, not a branch of the entertainment industry.  We cannot distribute addresses of enterprises selling fictitious goods.

Q: OK, I found a dealer myself; what will I get from them?

A: An expensive piece of paper and a temporary feeling of happiness, like if you take a cup of tea instead of the Doctor's recommended medicine.  But at least you do not risk getting sick by paying for a star name, only losing money.

Layman's Guide to Naming Stars

The following lists some frequently asked questions and simple, informal answers about naming stars and other celestial bodies (for more serious scientific explanations, see the theme Naming Astronomical Objects):

Q: Why don't stars get real names instead of these boring numbers?

Men are like blenders--Reg uses em-dashes and semicolons much too frequently and sometimes incorrectly

I never claimed I acted maturely.

This is one of those times when I definitely shouldn't claim I am.

(I think this is where I share something immature.)

Reg's never going to leave this bed--a lesson in post scripts

Today, I woke up at 1am.

Then I went to the airport and flew to North Carolina on my 18th birthday (which was suspiciously hassle free.)We rented a car and followed directions to the hotel near my university...

and got lost in the ghetto for an hour and a half due to crappy mapquest directions and road construction.

I am never ever leaving this hotel room again (well, except maybe Monday to go to the gorgeous University down the street.)

Nope. Not leaving.

Your butterfly,

Reg

My post scripts are a bit juvenile and lengthy, so I included a jump break.

Summer Is Annoyed

I am annoyed.

I'm annoyed that no matter how often I go to the grocery store, I never seem to have food in the house.

I'm annoyed that the weather is bloody hot.

I'm annoyed that I lost my camera cord.

I'm annoyed that my computer's speakers don't record audio.

I'm annoyed that I lost all my composition files when I got a new computer.

I'm annoyed that I haven't done any of my summer assignments.

I'm annoyed that I still suck at viola.

Most of all...

I'm annoyed that in a very short time, three of my best friends will be too far away and too busy to talk to me.

Reg mentioned today that I haven't posted, but to be perfectly honest I'm too annoyed.

You're just gonna have to find a way to deal with that.

Less than three,

~ Summer

p.s. I'm only this upset because I love you all. Metaphorical hugs?

Age is just a number--just because the state of California says she's an adult won't make Reg so

Today I cried for the first time this year.

No, I sobbed hysterically. I believe sobbing may be a side-effect of spending 2 hours on the phone with an airline.

What did I do then? I used the shameful tactic of calling my daddy while I was sobbing. Then my poor father used the shameful tactic of calling his mother because he has little experience with the mystery that is sobbing women (-fun fact-there has been a psychological study that concluded there was significant evidence that smelling a woman's tears reduced the levels of testosterone in men.)

Gram made it all better.

Tomorrow I become an adult. What then? Do I still call my father sobbing, begging him to fix my problems? Why has 18 been deemed a magical age where the adolescent me suddenly transforms into an adult?

Adult is only a word (its meaning merely how we perceive it...)* Turning 18 tomorrow will do little. I'll be the same person I am today, only with "rights"--to smoke, buy porn, join the military, vote, and the oppressive responsibility of being legally responsible for my own actions.

Well, 5 hours left. Wish me luck.


*Put that in your pipe and smoke it...Summer...just kidding dearie

It's almost SOMEONE'S birthday.............

I won't say who *cough*REG*cough*...but ONE of our writers here at the Daily Dust will be having a landmark/milestone/completely awesome birthday here shortly and I would just like to wish her a VERY AWESOME HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

        We love you Reg.
             <3 Sayuri

How To Choose A College

Gasp! Summer didn't title her post in the all-too-typical "Summer's _____" fashion!

OMG!

Yeah... I really don't care. Here's my alternative title: Summer's Advice.

Happy?

Good. Moving on to number thirteen of the list...

13. Write about common pitfalls. What are mistakes that beginners might make without knowing it?
This should be fun.

Back in the day...Sayuri's late night chatter

A note from Reg: I thought I'd repost one of my favorite posts from Sayuri, for I do quote it often.

I think this one will go out to all of the lovely ladies out there that are having issues with guys reading the "subtle" hints that we girls like to toss out there. The hints that say, very quietly, EARTH TO ______!!!! I LIKE YOU!!!! You know, that kind of quiet. According to a friend of the male persuasion, if we expect guys to pick up hints, they have to be "about as subtle as a flying barn.". Who would've guessed that the slight change in our tone of voice, which was kind of a "DUH" to us, would not even be registered by the male brain? Not I, for sure. So there you have it girls. Want to get a man to notice the hints you're throwing his way? Make a barn fly.

Aside from that, although I have yet to finish it--crazy slow internet--, I highly recommend the movie "Listen to Your Heart". It's a wonderful movie about a young man who wants to be a composer who falls in love with a deaf young woman. It's heartwarming and endearing, and the cast isn't too shabby either.

Til next time folks.
           ~Sayuri~

What I’ve gained from Dad’s girlfriends—Reg talks of words of wisdom from the less-than-wise and hairdryers

I love my father, dearly (with this type of introduction, a “but” is inevitable…)

But

He is a player, a man-whore, and a fish. Worse than all the aforementioned, he knows he embodies all of these and thinks it amusing.

Over the years, his whoring/playing ways have introduced me to many interesting women. Allow me to share a little of what I’ve gained:

Summer and Reg's video

Ummm....this may be hawkward.

Summer and I were just chillin' at my house and making lasagna (Honey too) and we both discovered that we had no idea what to blog about tonight. So we made a video.

Thus we give you "Hawkward dates with Summer and Reg."

Summer's Thoughts

I'm not sure if this post turned out the way it was supposed to... To be honest, all I did was put six different thought processes of mine into words. Here's what it was supposed to be:

12. Ramble. Just talk aimlessly and passionately about a subject. Be sure to set it aside and read it a day or two later to make sure it's relevant before you post it.

Well, I can tell you right now that this post isn't relevant to anything. As I said before, this is just a collection of some of my thoughts.

I hope you don't mind this little window into my mind...

Yes, I know that sounded lame.

Deal with it.

A monumental accusation...well, perhaps not, but Reg will address it anyway

I have been told that I think like a man.

Now, I’m not sure if the boy meant to compliment me or insult me. In hindsight I probably should have responded: “Well, you think like a woman.”

It makes me ponder though—do I think like a man?

Summer's Spaghetti

Hello, folks!

My room is full of bugs...

It's times like these I wish pokemon were real so that I could catch them and raise them into badass creatures that could fly me around the country. But alas...

The only thing left to do now is complete number eleven of the list!

11. Write a Top X list. For example, "top 50 ways to get blog traffic" or "top 12 hip hop dance moves".

Okie dokie!

Withhold the lovin'--Never take advice from Reg

In 18 years (minus 6 days) I have not the experience to offer advice on anything ( well, perhaps I could offer limited advice on choral music and banking. )

It'd be wise to never take my advice without a second opinion from an experienced person.

My most infamous piece of advice: "Withhold the lovin'!"

What Reg finally learned from her mother

I found a box, when going through some things I inherited a couple years ago.

This box, actually.

Anyways, in this box was 4 beer bottle caps, a half used package of cigarettes, a lighter, and some letters. The letters are no ordinary letters. These letters are letters from my mother to my father when she was 16 years old  and he was 19.

Have You Ever Felt....A Post for the Readers of Classic Literature by Sayuri

Have you ever had a moment where you swear you weren't in "today"? Like, who cares that there is a giant big screen television off in the background, black and making no noise, I am obviously living in the 19th or early 20th century, Duh. Yeah, I had one of those moments yesterday...and today come to think of it. I blame Reg and this is why.

Summer's Issue

I'm on number 10 of the list! Yay for double digits...

10. Examine a problem. Take an issue that people often get stuck on and go in depth into its causes and solutions.

I'm really glad that this is on the list, because there is actually a huge issue that I've been meaning to address. This is that of the common combination of boots/uggs with short shorts.

I've often wondered how such a useless outfit came to be... do girls really have freezing feet and hot legs at the same time? I have never fallen ill to this affliction, but apparently it's highly contagious.

Now, I don't want to seem like a hypocrite... more often than not, I wear ankle boots with a mini skirt. However, this is because I'm extremely self-conscious about my ankles, not because I don't know how to dress weather appropriately.

Since this is such a baffling issue, I've formulated several possible reasons for this common folly.

What Reg dislikes about the system

Since I've graduated high school (it's been a long three weeks) I have been employed full time.

Why?

Because I have to pay for college.

Why?

Because though I'm 17, I have to be the fiscally responsible one. (I'm thinking back to all those Christmases when business was good and Dad thought he was Santa "Patron Silver for everyone!") I suppose no one thought I'd actually go to college. No one else in the family did.

So, I decided the moment I graduate, I am starting a college fund for my future children ( and by "my" I mean the children Sayuri will raise). That way they do not have to work full time and take out massive student loans to make up the difference.

Then I thought, "but I want them to suffer as I did..."

So, I decided I will start their college fund the moment I graduate...and never tell them about it. Then they will end up with a full-time job when they are 17 and stress about the inevitable debt they will incur from student loans (making them responsible adults, of course) but I will surprise them with their college fund just before their freshman year.

I'm still hoping that, since great minds think alike, that my father also had a similar plan.

But there is an empty tequila bottle laughing at me--a relic from better days--proving otherwise.

Summer's Answers

Number nine of the list sounds fun!

9. Create a Q&A post. What are some common questions people have and what are their answers?

What I'm going to do is go to google and type in the beginning word of possible questions and see what comes up for suggested searches! It's like the google verb tag game, but better.

Here goes!

Q: What is love?
A: Do you want to know what love is? Do you want me to show you? Love is a four-letter synonym for "coffee".

Q: Where is Chuck Norris?
A: Clearly, Chuck Norris is hanging out in an underground tunnel playing checkers with Elvis and Justin Beaver.

Q: Why is the sky blue?
A: To answer that, I have to give you a bit of history. Originally, the sky was orange. Then one day a couple of those mythical god guys got super wasted and were like "DUUUUDE! We should like make the sky BLUUUUUUUUUUE!" And so it was done. The next day the other mythical gods found out and got all pissed. They were all "dude, not cool! Now the idiot humans are gonna get all mad and stuff! Put it back, man!" However, before they could change it back to orange, the gods noticed something strange about the humans below. They were all acting nice and stuff because they thought the gods had made the sky blue to warn them that if they didn't start being better people the entire world would be covered in water (contrary to popular belief, water has always been blue. Some people think that it's blue because it reflects the sky, but nope. It's definitely naturally blue). Since the humans were being nice and stuff, the gods didn't want to spoil their good behavior by changing the sky's color. The sky has been blue ever since. Also, that's where rain came from. Occasionally the mythical gods liked to f*** with our minds by making us think the water prophecy was coming true. Pricks.

Q: When is Easter?
A: If you don't know this, then you're a failure. Please get some help.

Q: Does he like me?
A: No.

Q: Is kebjumba a heterosexual bear wrestler?
A: ... I was so confused when I saw this in the search bar that I had to google it. Here's what I found: http://blog.zap2it.com/pop2it/2011/01/is-kevjumba-a-heterosexual-bear-wrestler-he-wants-the-internet-to-think-so.html Not fair, kevjumba. Not fair. I wish that when I typed "Is Summer" into google the words "is Summer a BAMFing pirate-ninja" would pop up in the search bar, but unlike kevjumba I don't control the internet. Bahh.

That's all, folks!

Less than three,

~ Summer

p.s. Have a question of your own? Let us know in the comments or on our facebook page!

Thats just what Reg is all about

In my circle of friends, I was always known for being the most boy-crazy.

Yes, world. I objectify men. I figure it's only fair, seeing how they've gotten away with objectifying us since our species began.

I always thought that once I had a man, I would be content with him merely wanting me--"loving" me if we have to use the dreaded L-word.

Nope. Not so.

Apparently, now I also need to be "understood" or some such nonsense.

Summer's Turning Point

I'm chilling at Reg's house, yet still blogging.

WTF.

Oh well, might as well do number eight of the list while I'm at it...

8. Tell an entertaining and educational story. What were some turning point moments in your career?

There have been a few moments at work that have made me think "HELL YEAH! I CAN DO THIS SHIT!" but the one that sticks with me the most is possibly the day I cleaned the restrooms.

Yay.

Less than three,

~ Summer

p.s. want a REAL entertaining/educational story? Complain on our facebook page!

It's been a hard day's night...



Blogging ain't easy



Advice from Reg's Dad's girlfriend

Dad's girlfriend has a problem. A problem I have yet to encounter, but I'm sure her wise advice will someday be of use.

Dad's girlfriend is dating my dad (redundant and obvious, yes). This is one of her problems. Her other problem is that her parents hate her boyfriend.

The secret life of bankers...or just the interesting people Reg watches when she has nothing better to do

I was going to just copy Summer and write a list disillusioning you to the secret lives of bankers because I'm not feeling very original.

I won't though. I think I signed a stack of papers that could fill a three inch binder agreeing that I wouldn't.

I can tell you that banking and I get along just dandy. Firstly, the hours (9-5) are perfect. I get to sleep in. Also, there is free coffee and cookies on Fridays. Let me repeat that: free coffee.

Thus, banking and I are in love.

I will, however, tell you more about the skirt lady, and the other interesting people I see daily.

Summer's Occupation

On to number seven of the list!

7. Bust a Myth. What are common beliefs people hold in your industry that simply aren’t true?

I work in a coffee shop, and the one thing that people never seem to understand is that I am NOT a superhero.

I don't know if there's a movie or something in which the coffee shop employee was a superhero, but if there was then that CLEARLY applies to THAT employee, not ME.

Seriously, guys. They expect you to know everything. For example...

What Reg's subconscious is trying to tell her...

I once read that people hate listening to descriptions of dreams.

These people have never met my friends.

Summer, for instance, has dreams about being a member of an anti-government group and wielding an AK-47.

And I have dreams about losing Summer in a large department store.

I wonder what our subconsciouses are trying to tell us?

Firsts...A list by Sayuri

As I sat on Tom's four-wheeler on the farm today, I had a realization that many "firsts" have occurred since I met him. I have decided for your reading pleasure to list some of those firsts in a post =) Enjoy ;-)

Summer's Obsession

I actually wrote this post.  I liked it.  It was brilliant.  Blogspot deleted it by randomly switching me from being logged in as Daily Dust to being logged in as Summer.  You know what? F*** you, blogspot.  I refuse to rewrite my comment on a news event.  Did I mention F*** BLOGSPOT?!

So anyways, in my angered state I'm still going to post because Reg and I decided to post every day.  SOOO, I'm moving on to number 6 because I REFUSE to rewrite something I already wrote.  So here's number 6!

6.  Write a How To post.  Walkthroughs, tutorials and how to's tend to do very well online.

Alrighty.  Here's my How To post!

How To Be a Fangirl

A Secret...A Post by Sayuri

I am breaking one of the great rules of writing.

I am breaking this rule because while I have nothing particularly new to put into words yet (apart from another "Farms Rule" Rule (Don't look at the pretty blue light when someone is welding...BAD idea (apparently))) I feel the need to let you wonderful readers know.........

On a lighter note...

U.S. gov fail

 

Today, I toured historic buildings in Monterey. Displayed in one home was a framed, early 1900s document from the U.S. government…

Certifying the house’s occupant was a U.S. Naval spy.

On Beauty

I realized, after an excellent chat with my dearest Sayuri, that from the moment we are born, women are taught to trick men into thinking we are beautiful.

We are taught to wear flattering clothes, heels that make our legs longer, and apply makeup to hide our flaws.

Few of us believe we are beautiful because we are taught to pretend to be beautiful regardless of if we actually are.

Unfortunately, I have no solution for this. I have no humorous remarks or satire.

Your butterfly,
Reg

Summer's Reply

Now that I've gotten through the (hopefully) toughest task on the list, I can finally move on to item four. My rate of progress is truly astounding.

4. Comment on another blog post on your blog. For example, if another well known blogger makes a strong statement, respond to that statement on your blog.

Alright, then.
mollymawkattack posted:

Dear America,

What is up with using "write" in place of "write to"?

Also, Antarctica has two 't's and two 'c's.

Sincerely, the English language


My response:

Dear English language,

Thank you for your concern. On lonely nights such as this, it's nice to know that someone is looking out for me. However, allow me to address your accusations. First of all, placing "to" after "write" is completely unnecessary as the intention of writing "to" rather than "on" or "in" someone is implied through context.

Also, your observance of the existence of the consonants in the word "Antarctica" is commendable, as is your mastery of the alphabet. Nonetheless, over-pronunciation of any phoneme makes one sound pretentious.

Best wishes, America

Reg's solution to love-sickness

Over my life, I have become known for being anti-romantic.

For example, as my mother said to me once:

"I can't believe I raised such a bitter and jaded child"

and everyone else said: "You'll have a different opinion when you fall for a guy."

Guess what?


"Love" sucks. It still sucks. And yes, I have now "fallen" for a guy.
First of all, I adore food. I adore everything about food, and it usually adores me (or my butt actually, because as dad says, "Don't eat that or you'll get a big butt." Thanks dad.)

I can barely eat without wanting to throw up anymore, because my stomach is constantly in a love-sick mess. When I feel fine, the boy talks to me for hours and I forget to eat.

Secondly, I need sleep. I'm excellent at sleeping. I'll sleep perfectly from 9:30 to 6:30 every single day and feel rested and great in the morning.

Now I don't get sleep because I spend hours thinking insane love-addled thoughts.Hours I could be sleeping.

Lastly, I'm so hyped up on endorphins that caffeine is doing strange strange things to my mind. And that means the ultimate tragedy...

Just imagine me standing outside Starbucks at 12:00 at night with a boom-box blaring "Baby Come Back."

That's my life right now.

So I thought I'd offer a solution to this torment of "love":

A ken doll/ robot that looks exactly like Colin Firth during the swimming scene of the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice that has a string. Pull the string and he says, "You are perfectly right" in a British accent. Then it makes a cup of coffee.

Your butterfly,
Regette

Summer’s Boredom

Hello, world!

So as most of you have probably FORGOTTEN, a few months ago I took it upon myself to complete this list.  However, by number three my project came to a screeching halt.

Make a video? How the hell am I supposed to do THAT? I don’t even have a proper camera!
Needless to say, I let the project drop.

That is…  UNTIL NOW!

What the stuff on my fridge means..besides that I am crazy

The things on one's fridge can say a lot about the person...

unfortunately, I think mine just say, "Crazy..."

Summer's uses for crocs

The Rules of the Farm: A post by Sayuri

Hey gang, seems like it's been a little while since we here at the daily dust have posted anything, so I think now is an opportune time to explain the things I have learned from my three days (I'll add more once I've been here longer lol) on the farm.
     Here is my list of "Farms Rule" Rules:

Summer’s Men

Yo yo yo, it’s your girl Summer Snow~! Bringing you a new list fo-sho!
Yeah…  I should never try to be gangster.
Anyways, I can’t come up with a good intro for this blog, so I’ll just tell you that it’s a list of the top ten inventions that have made men totally useless (in no particular order).  So…  Enjoy! or something.

The infamous skirt lady from Reg's work...

I always feel like the world is watching me when I step outside my front door.

This feeling usually prevents me from doing embarrassing things that I would prefer strangers not to see.

However, this feeling is absent in the infamous skirt lady. As I have nothing better to do than observe her from my office window and report on her habits later, I shall tell you her everyday routine.

First, she strolls down the street in her little skirt. A wise English teacher once gave me this simile comparing essays to skirts: An essay is like a skirt--both should be long enough to cover everything, but short enough to keep things interesting. This skirt keeps things too interesting....and also is not her friend.

Next, she stops by the shiniest car in the parking lot and gives herself a good look.

Finally, she pulls up both sides of her thong so they are visible above her skirt.

I feel bad for this skirt lady--for as I only feel as if the whole world is staring at me, five suits in an office are actually staring at her.

Your butterfly,
Regette

Midnight Musings: A Conversation between Summer and Sayuri (A post, by Sayuri)

The Original Comment from Summer to Sayuri: Hey darling! Sorry you're stuck in France... :( I hope they let you back in England soon! Miss ya!

Sayuri: I miss you too!!!!!!!! Ugh, save my sanity & come visit France some time. Although, I'll be in Ireland starting Sunday, so perhaps my sanity will only be slightly questionable as opposed to hand me a "hug-myself" jacket. :P We all must get together though & watch our typical movie night fare with a visit from schmarmy via La Rosa de Guadalupe. :) ♥ ♥
Summer: Well, I guess I'll just have to come to Ireland too, then! ;) And ohh my goodness "hug-myself" jacket... that pretty much made my day. Ohh my goodness YES! That's a definite must! I've really missed

Just a little rant from Reg on the art of texting...

Texting should have laws. Besides the obvious ones about no texting and driving.

Texting should have laws so that I don't have to reappraise my evaluation of perfectly sweet young men who text badly.

Law 1: No overusing smiley faces. It is perfectly acceptable to prove happiness with diction. If a smiley face is inevitable, it must be done tastefully, and never as a "one word text."

Law 2: No one word texts. If the conversation is winding down, make an excuse to leave. Or say, "I have to go," and not explain why.

Law 3: Never, ever, ever, ever shorten words. Ever. With modern-day full keyboard phones, it is completely unnecessary to shorten words. Also, the letter "u" does not mean you. Let people appreciate a demonstration of your literacy.

Law 4: Use abbreviations sparingly and try not to use obscure abbreviations. It is polite for both participants in the conversation to understand what is being said.

There's my list. I hope it saves a poor boy or two.

Your butterfly,
Regette

Summer's game

Sorry I haven't posted but as I believe Summer has already stated, we are indeed working on something "cool".

When I say cool, I mean like bow ties and fezzes are cool.

Anyways, I thought I'd share with you an entertaining drinking game Summer just invented.

The back story of this game is I am at that awkward instance in the beginning of an acquaintanceship with a guy and I have received a text from him, but he made me wait a couple hours since I texted him. Therefore my plan is too make him wait equally as long (or longer) as a kind of punishment...(cue evil laugh).

Summer's solution to my lack of patience:

"pshhhhh... every time you want to message him back, do a shot. by the time you're too drunk to stop yourself from messaging him, you'll be passed out."

 

Perfect game? I think yes.

 

Your butterfly,

Reg

 

P.s. Thank you for the graduation well-wishes my dear Sayuri and Summer!

Summer Forgot to Title This Post

Hello, love!

If I told you that Reg and I haven't been posting because we're working on something AWESOME, would you believe me?

No.  You probably wouldn't.

Anyways, I've decided to post a quick entry because I read something today that left me quite baffled.

In one of my mom's friend's facebook statuses, said friend said something about being "annoying as hell to everyone."

While the actual content of that status is pretty easy to understand, the misuse of "hell" sort of got to me after I thought about if for a while.  After thinking about it for a little more, I realized just how much of a filler word "hell" has become.  I mean, really.  Hell is annoying? Do you get sent down there and go "damn, not again..." and stomp your foot?

Also, how would one know if hell was annoying? I always thought of it as more horrifying, but apparently hell is annoying, jumpy, insightful, and weird (those are just a few examples of actual misuses of the word).

It's also become a sort of filler word...  "What the hell was that?" and "What was that?" mean the same thing.  So why the hell do we use it so much? Why do we use it so much?

I think...
Hell used to be on the state tests, where "gliff" is today.  Originally it was f***, but as the word f*** took on another meaning they had to take it out (that's how f*** started getting misused as well!).  Then they changed it to hell, but they took it out when they got sued by an atheist for making their child accept a religious concept.  The new word then became "gliff".

and in case you were wondering, YES...  f*** has been around before it had a meaning, and state tests have been around since the beginning of time.

So you know what I think we should do?

Make "gliff" a cuss word! Then they would have to change it again! That would be lovely...

Unfortunately, no one would think it was a bad word.  Mehh.

Less than three,

~ Summer

YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY

REG IS A GRADUATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SUMMER & I ARE SO PROUD OF OUR GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

       <3 SAYURI

Honey's Alphabet

Yo yo yo! So this is actually Summer...  but Honey gave me this list today and I wanted to share it with you! It's her own alphabet :)

Summer's Disease

Waddup guys.

So today I'm going to educate you on the topic that no one wants to discuss...

Yes, you know what I'm talking about.  At least once in their life, everyone has to have that one talk involving that one word that begins with the letter "s".

You guessed it...

I'm going to educate you on schmarms.

Hospitals: a rant by Sayuri

There are a few things hospitals can do to improve the stay of their patients and I feel now (as I am sitting in a hospital) is a perfect time to point them out.

First, and foremost as it is the most obnoxious to me right now and I'm not even the patient: The dinging. Is it REALLY FREAKING NECESSARY?

Summer's Customers

So, today at work I had an overload of cuteness.

First, this really adorable cowboy-man with a cowboy accent came in and was really sweet and was talking on his phone saying adorable things like "well if that's anywhere near you, I'll drive up there".  It was flipping adorable! Then this guy came in that I swear could get famous for his cuteness.  He was really sweet and good looking and I just wanted to ask him if he wanted to take me up on my shirts offer of a "Free Hug".  After that, a woman came through the drive-thru with her tiny son in the back.  When I waved and smiled at him, he gave me a confused smile and waved as if to say "just smile and wave, boys... keep the crazy lady happy." It was freaking adorable.  The final adorable-ness was a super adorable man who came and was just being super nice and being like "what's your favorite? That sounds good to me, I'll take that" and just basically being the nicest person ever.  Gahh! So much cuteness I'm going to explode!

That's why cute people are evil.

Less than three,

~ Summer

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Reg's Graduation...or something else

I'm going to post about graduation again.

Just a warning.

Today, I was chilling at home when I received an excited call from my father.

Dad: "We're having a BBQ on Thursday for the game. The guys are going to come over."

Me: "Umm...I think I'm graduating...or something...."

Dad: "Ohhh..I thought I had forgotten something."

Only one thing for me to say to this (inaudibly, of course)

"F*** this game. "

Your butterfly,
Reg

Summer's Alphabet

Why hello there, person I don't know!

It is currently 12:32 am...  I have finals tomorrow...  and I cannot go to sleep.

Yup.

I think it's because I ate frozen yogurt not too long ago...  Damn my gluttony.

So, as a result to my hyper boredom, I'm going to list some of my favorite things in alphabetical order.  Hooray!

Why graduation=karma...

I have come to the conclusion that graduation is punishment for all the negative thoughts or deeds I've accumulated in 13 years of public school...

First, I will be made to wear a shapeless gown and silly hat...such as a Dunce from an early 1900's schoolhouse. Also, I am similarly displayed in front of my peers (perhaps to be mocked).

Then, I will sit on hard bleachers for several hours while I listen to boring lectures about how to prepare for the rest of my lives.

Finally, I will be forced to spend an entire night with my family. This would not be bad, except they dislike each other immensely and I will have to be the peacekeeper (or perhaps referee?)

Thus, graduation is karma. Bad bad karma. I wish I would have paid even less attention in Stats.

Always your butterfly,
Reg

P.S. A conversation between grandmother and I this weekend:

G-ma: "Regette, darling, I would like to furnish one of your bathrooms when you move to your new apartment."

Reg: "Thanks. Any help is appreciated."

G-ma: "That way you'll think of me..."

Reg: "...Thanks..."

G-ma: "...every time you take a dump."

Reg: "...."

Reg: "Maybe you should furnish brother's bathroom instead..."

Summer's Lesson part 3

What's in a name?

Irritation........When Technology lets you DOWN: A post by Sayuri

So, I just spent approximately 3 hours refining a picture collection for you, our fabulous audience. I went through all 162 of the tediously giving titles and authors in the hopes of enlightening you on

Second to Summer's Plea: A Reg/Sayuri Dilemma

Wuthering Heights. That is the subject of dispute between my beloved Reg & myself. More specifically, the character Heathcliff, is the topic of our disagreement. Perhaps Reg & I will sit down and write out our respective arguments/POV's regarding Heathcliff but I am going to try to avoid tainting you yet.

"Will the real Reg please stand up?"

Guess what?

Wait…Don’t guess. Guessing sucks. I’ll just tell you what.

I’m back, after a lengthy renegotiation of my salary and benefits package (which is still nada and nothing.)

Here is what you’ve missed in my life this week:

-The weather got even crappier (which means rain…wtf?)

-Grandmother expressed her disappointment in me (wait…that happens all the time…)

- I baked delicious brownies with my Honey and Summer with some Baileys and some pecans.

-Sayuri, Summer, and I attended Sayuri’s sister’s middle school graduation

-I asked a three year old, “How do you know if you really love someone?” and she replied, “You just do.”

-I got a sexy new computer

-The rat bastard asked me, “How did prom go?” and I did not reply.

-I learned a new paradox about a cat in a box. Maybe I’ll post about it later.

That’s about it. So much exciting news…

Ever wonder what Reg would do as an MI6? Need a smile?: Read on =)

Read this: For Smile, Click here!

         Oh, I hope you got as much enjoyment out of the article (mainly the first sentence/paragraph).

        Happy Friday,
                   ~Sayuri~

A headbanging graduation: a post to counter-act Reg's strike

So today was by little sister's middle school graduation. Naturally, Reg & Summer were there as the peanut gallery to witness the glory that was our (very) small town's middle school graduates. I am home from Iowa for the summer, and find myself enjoying the times like today. Today we had sixteen people at my house celebrating the graduation of two of the 2011 students. My godson, who graduates from Kinder tomorrow and whose birthday is on Tuesday, decided to headbang to some good ole Disney Channel Pop music which was frightening as it brought his face awfully close to the piece of cake on the plate before him. Why is this frightening? Because it would have been exceptionally hard to NOT die from laughter had he face-planted into his piece of chocolate cake. In addition to that, my parents were sitting behind our group at graduation, whispering conspiratorially, and causing more trouble than four-year-old Samantha, who had to be taken out of the ceremony by her grandfather for talking too loudly...it was rather humorous--my parents, not Sami being taken out. All in all it was a good night, and it just gets better....in the morning (0400 to be exact) Reg & Summer will be getting up for school to have their coffee, get ready, and we will drive the hour and ten minutes from my house to their (and formerly my own) school...it shall be quite epic...almost as epic as it is early. Only one word will get the three of us through tomorrow morning....COFFEE.

       Until next time (when Reg will HOPEFULLY no longer be on strike),
                      ~Sayuri~