i miss my puppy.
i start summer class #1 (of 3) in three days.
i work every day next week.
i need to buy a new car.

this has been a text post.

shininglikeefireworkss:

irony-rocks:

amandaonwriting:

Benjamin Dreyer is the VP Executive Managing Editor & Copy Chief of Random House Publishing Group. Below is his list of the common stumbling blocks for authors, from A to X. 

• One buys antiques in an antiques store from an antiques dealer; an antique store is a very old store.
• He stayed awhile; he stayed for a while.
• Besides is other than; beside is next to.
• The singular of biceps is biceps; the singular of triceps is triceps. There’s no such thing as a bicep; there’s no such thing as a tricep.
• A blond man, a blond woman; he’s a blond, she’s a blonde.
• A capital is a city (or a letter, or part of a column); a capitol is a building.
• Something centres on something else, not around it.
• If you’re talking about a thrilling plot point, the word is climactic; if you’re discussing the weather, the word is climatic.
• A cornet is an instrument; a coronet is a crown.
• One emigrates from a place; one immigrates to a place.
• The word is enmity, not emnity.
• One goes to work every day, or nearly, but eating lunch is an everyday occurrence.
• A flair is a talent; a flare is an emergency signal.
• A flier is someone who flies planes; a flyer is a piece of paper.
• Flower bed, not flowerbed.
• Free rein, not free reign.
• To garner is to accumulate, as a waiter garners tips; to garnish (in the non-parsley meaning) is to take away, as the government garnishes one’s wages; a garnishee is a person served with a garnishment; to garnishee is also to serve with a garnishment (that is, it’s a synonym for “to garnish”).
• A gel is a jelly; it’s also a transparent sheet used in stage lighting. When Jell-O sets, or when one’s master plan takes final form, it either jells or gels (though I think the former is preferable).
• Bears are grizzly; crimes are grisly. Cheap meat, of course, is gristly.
• Coats go on hangers; planes go in hangars.
• One’s sweetheart is “hon,” not “hun,” unless one’s sweetheart is Attila (not, by the way, Atilla) or perhaps Winnie-the-Pooh (note hyphens).
• One insures cars; one ensures success; one assures people.
• Lawn mower, not lawnmower.
• The past tense of lead is led, not lead.
• One loathes someone else but is loath to admit one’s distaste.
• If you’re leeching, you’re either bleeding a patient with a leech or otherwise sucking someone’s or something’s lifeblood. If you’re leaching, you’re removing one substance from another by means of a percolating liquid (I have virtually no idea what that means; I trust that you do).
• You wear a mantle; your fireplace has a mantel.
• Masseurs are men; masseuses are women. Many otherwise extremely well educated people don’t seem to know this; I have no idea why. (These days they’re all called massage therapists anyway.)
• The short version of microphone is still, so far as RH is concerned, mike. Not, ick, “mic.” [2009 update: I seem to be losing this battle. Badly. 2010 update: I’ve lost. Follow the author’s lead.]
• There’s no such word as moreso.
• Mucus is a noun; mucous is an adjective.
• Nerve-racking, not -wracking; racked with guilt, not wracked with guilt.
• One buys a newspaper at a newsstand, not a newstand.
• An ordinance is a law; ordnance is ammo.
• Palette has to do with colour; palate has to do with taste; a pallet is, among other things, something you sleep on. Eugene Pallette was a character actor; he’s particularly good in the 1943 film Heaven Can Wait.
• Noun wise, a premier is a diplomat; a premiere is something one attends. “Premier” is also, of course, an adjective denoting quality.
• That which the English call paraffin (as in “paraffin stove”), we Americans call kerosene. Copy editors should keep an eye open for this in mss. by British authors and query it. The term paraffin should generally be reserved for the waxy, oily stuff we associate with candles.
• Prophecy is a noun; prophesy is a verb.
• Per Web 11, it’s restroom.
• The Sibyl is a seeress; Sybil is Basil Fawlty’s wife.
• Please don’t mix somewhat and something into one murky modifier. A thing is somewhat rare, or it’s something of a rarity.
• A tick bites; a tic is a twitch.
• Tortuous is twisty, circuitous, or tricky; torturous is painful, or painfully slow.
• Transsexual, not transexual.
• Troops are military; troupes are theatrical.
• A vice is depraved; a vise squeezes.
• Vocal cords; strikes a chord.
• A smart aleck is a wise guy; a mobster is a wiseguy.
• X ray is a noun; X-ray is a verb or adjective.

who says tumblr cant teach you things?!

• OU’s winter recess in 2 weeks! *sigh*
• Turning 21 in March!
• Finishing this semester in late April.
• Working on the sheds at Joe’s place once Spring shows up.
• Working fulltime over the summer (internship please…)
• Not being overwhelmed with college classes this summer.
• Going for long walks, hikes, and bike rides with my man and man’s best friend.
• Graduating (hopefully) after the fall semester of THIS YEAR! Wowza.
• Finding a job with my hard-earned, well-deserved Bachelor’s degree.
• Moving out next year! (maybe in the spring or summer?)
• Getting MARRIED to my best friend next fall. :) :) :)
• Going on a honeymoon.

Can haz now? :(

“how many beers did you have?” - me

“nope” - joe

I had the worst panic attack on the 26th. I didn’t post anything about it right away because I was really pissed off at myself. I usually try to post about it to help myself release any leftover anxiety and to keep track of the dates. It was, by far, THEE WORST panic attack I’ve ever had in my life. I usually figure out what’s going on when I’m halfway through it, but I didn’t realize what happened until the next day. I don’t even know how to explain it. I was sick in bed at Joe’s house with a fever of 103. I remember waking up with an unbearable, stabbing migraine. The migraine was so bad that I could hardly walk straight. I went into the bathroom and I just started panicking. I felt like something was REALLY REALLY wrong. At the time, I knew “what” was wrong, but of course, I couldn’t remember afterward. It was definitely something wrong with my body….. from my torso and up. I just remember thinking that I’d rather die than experience the shear panic my body was enduring. I just kept thinking that if I died, I’d feel so much better. I WISH I could remember my exact mindset, because I remember exactly how terrified I was….. but I don’t remember WHY (that really pisses me off.) I had cold sweats, I was shaking, and I was very very very confused. I felt disoriented, lost, unstable, and very upset. I think I may have believed I was dying. Then, I just started tearing my clothes off. I was so worried about my body for some reason. I kept trying to calm myself down. I ended up washing my hands and then turning on the shower. I got in, washed my hair, and, still panicking, got out and dried off. By this point, the panic attack was really slowing down. I started breathing correctly again and blow-dried my hair. I popped a few ibuprofens, drank some water, and got back into bed.

It really doesn’t sound as bad as it actually was. It was terrifying. It was so unreal. Ugh.

so uh,
my mom, Leah, Joe, and I decided to run up to Meijer earlier.
we’re gone for like, an hour. we come home and Leah opens to the basement door to go put some drinks in the fridge and she immediately turns around and says,
“the basement smells like gas!!”
so, we ALL automatically go into panic mode……
I’m pretty sure I ran all over the house and opened windows…
my mom ran to find a phone to call my dad to find out what we should do….
and Joe went downstairs (probably not the best idea) to go turn off the gas.
and we made sure that nobody turned on any lights.
the furnace kept trying to kick on and… uh… our house could have blown up.
it was not cool at all.
so, we waited for the emergency repair guy to show up and he fixed the problems.
and our house didn’t blow up.
the end.