SUPERBOWWWLLLLLL

So... what's new for me?
Not much.
I've been sick [again].
Fun stuff!
And this kind of sick isn't the kind that lets me shuffle around the world. Because I'm contagious, and it would be inconsiderate to share the germs.
On Friday, I woke up with a fever and dull achy-ness. I rested, and hoped it would go away. It didn't. I felt like...well, there are no words. I do know that I was stubborn and insisted on going to eat thai food. I love thai food, and no fever is going to stand in my way. I thought maybe I was just making the sickness up.
On Saturday, it was worse. Despite the fact that I could barley shuffle out of bed, I could almost convince myself that it was all in my head. I could be a trooper, I had work to do!
Thank goodness, my parents still know best.
They took me to the doctor. I told my dad that I could sleep it off, but he wanted a strep test done, just to be sure.
When I went to the doctor, he acted like I wasn't really sick at first. He took my temperature, which was around 100.7 (low-grade for normal people, a higher fever for me. See, I run a low temperature naturally. I think it's genetic, but my "normal body temperature" is about 97.6, a degree lower than the average. It's weird, but it's normal.) he looked at my throat and told me that since my dad wanted it, they would do the test.
I'm pretty sure he thought I was just a girl with low pain tolerance.
He was wrong. He cam back in and told me that I did have strep. He was so much nicer.
He prescribed three different types of pills and told me to rest.
Rest I did. I slept for hours and hours. I ate some dinner, and then slept all night.
Crazy.
Yesterday, I rested all day too. I woke up this morning feeling tired.
But I've had enough sickness, and it's time to be a grown up. I need to be healthy now.

So I am going to be.

Part of me would love to take it easy again today, but that's not happening.


Yesterday, as pretty much every american knows, was the super bowl, or Everyone-pretends-they-like-football-day.

I didn't really care about the outcome until I remembered that jerk Tom Brady played for the Patriots [boo!] and that Kareem McKenzie (name twin!) played for the Giants.
Then I was a Giants girl.

It was a nail-biter finish.

I watched the commercials, laughed a bit with a friend (I have a good idea for a blog post now! Inspired.), and was blown away by OK GO's chevy ad.
Favorite. Ad. Ever.
At. Least. For. This. Year.

Also, it's a good song, so, win-win.
This is also a practical application of physics!

Finally, I am seeing the light when it comes to that subject.

Watch it:


So, yep. My weekend: get sick, sleep, watch the superbowl, sleep.
Now off to be a productive adult!
*sigh*

Ooh, what was YOUR favorite ad? Do tell.
(you can see all of them on hulu's adzone. Sweet)

All I want is everything.

Here we go. Seven wants. Are you ready for this? You'd better be, because I am off-schedule with the ten day challenge. So sorry.

1. I want to be a girl after God's heart. Being a light, no matter where I go. Being a person who holds to her conviction and shows Jesus-love to everyone. Basically, a sold-out girl for God.
2. I want to develop my hobbies into skills. I am terrible about picking something up, getting intensely interested in it, and then forgetting/not having time to continue. Case and point, youtube videos, photography, drama, music...and *cough*blogging*cough* I love all of these things, I just don't have the time to work on them until I become pro. 
3. I want to do the crazy stuff. What I mean by this is, no regrets. I want to live, and because this life is so (relatively) short, I want to be bold and keep an eternal perspective. 
4. I want to cultivate relationships and be a better friend. In this 24/7, connectivity-crazed world, you'd think it would be easy to stay-in-touch/develop friendships. But, in my experience, people are so busy, we never get to talk about deep things that actually matter. I want to know my friends, not just what their witty tweet says. 
5. Okay, since this is all about wants and not needs, I'll do the obvious one: I want to travel. I don't really know of many people who don't want to travel the world, I am not in that category. I want to see the beauty of God's creation and capture it on film. 
6. Here are the insane want wants: to speak every language, master every accent, write a book, save the world from gluttony and starvation, put out a cd and tour the country, take pictures for national geographic, run a marathon, and lose these horrible allergies.
7. This one seems counter-to-the-point, but, I want to know what I want. I am pretty much indecisive when it comes to making up my mind. Brian Regan does a bit about donuts, and how crazy people are when they order them, changing their minds and going bezerk. When I have to make a decision, I'm almost like that, but not quite that insane: 

Just the way you is!

this video made me cry

...from laughing.
I've thought the same thing, but she articulates it well!
"why you stuttering? 'Cause you lying!"
"He needs something else to do, a hobby or a J.O.B.  ...when he starts talking about kissing your nails, girl, run away!"
I'm no hopeless romantic...I'm a hope-full romantic.

anti-sunshine

Today, I had every intention of posting something happy.
I was going to post something that would make you smile, laugh even
...but I'm unable to.
I waited too long to write this.
It's much too late for happiness.

Much. Too. Late.
Sorry, but it's true.
If you came here expecting a silly optimistic post, I'm going to disappoint you.
Why? Because I'm in pain.
And I paid for said pain. (well, I didn't, but someone did. Someone with moolah.)
But pain brings out beauty, right? Something like that, or so I've heard.

Well, hopefully, in this case, it does.
This pain brings out straight, beautiful teeth.
MAYBE.

My teeth are aching. I can't be around anyone. I can't even smile....okay, I CAN, but my smile looks like a grimace.
I've taken pain meds, ok?
Maybe if they ever kick in, I'll re-post something cheerful.

But I don't feel optimistic.
Because as we all know, the optimist is the one saying "Well at least no one will wonder what hand I write with now!!" after having his hand bitten off by a lion.
I'm not an optimist.

Gloomy raincloud: that's me. Not little miss sunshine. NOT.

^not me

Okay, maybe this youtube channel will make you laugh. Maybe just a little bit. They made me smile (on the inside)

Here are some of the videos:
You might have seen this one. It's totally gone viral.




...aren't those canadians soooo friendly?

local commercials

You should watch this. There's a good reason.
I'll let you know what it is soon. I don't have time to delve into it yet...

Dennis Swanburg

These two videos made my day. Enjoy!

Jarle Bernhoft

This guy has some talent. Serious talent. He hails from Oslo, Norway.
I'm amazed at his voice and lack of accent.

Check it out (I'm sorry you have to pause my music player...life is tough):

How do they know I love them?

You've seen Enchanted, right?
I hope so.
It's a majorly cute movie. Imagine a cartoon disney princess coming to real-life. Imagine her prince pursuing her to Manhattan.

That about sums it up.
On a tangent, how neat would it be to act like a cartoon disney princess in real life? Answer: majorly neat.

I was reading today, and this song came to mind (albeit a bit cheesy, I admit, it's cute and fun. And I'm sorry that you have to go and pause my music player to watch this. Extra clicking. Oh my. Do some finger exercises; it usually helps.):

L’esprit de escalier

Ah, but what I could have said. The words that are too late to deliver. Coming up with an awesome remark, much too late.

English really needs a word that captures the true feeling of wishing you had been wittier. I suppose you could always call someone a few days after a conversation, and tell them what you should have said. Can you say awkward goofball? Not happening. 

So, what's a girl to do?

Books...and bookwormishness

So, my posts have been really long as of late.
I don't mean for them to be so overwhelmingly detailed and rambly, I assure you.  I'll work on keeping them to the point.

I'm just assuming you're a fast reader, that's all. It's a compliment.
*wink*

Updated: This about sums me up

(Blogger was being a goober yesterday, as I thought I could schedule a post and not write anything today...but it didn't work out. So, I've updated today's post) 


I've taken the ORA personality test about four times over the past two years. My results have always been VERY similar, if not the same. I figure that the fourth time should be the charm for me. 


The test decided that I was extroverted. I've always considered myself a very social introvert. Well, when it comes to my emotions, I'm an introvert. A MAJOR introvert. But I guess I seem extroverted-ish, in the fact that I talk to other humans. 
It also decided that I was intuitive, thinking and organizing. Whatever that means.


I've been stuck in a box by the man. 


Here's what the profilers have to say about me. 

Notes

I'm a skilled notetaker. Just so you know. Those 3x5 index cards are COVERED with my minuscule handwriting... hopefully I can decipher it later.

Also, I learned/mastered Spanish.
It was soooo easy.

Psh, three years? It only took me three minutes!
(you want to learn that quickly too? Oh, alright. Keep it a secret though, 'kay?)
 Check this youtube video out:

His Hands

I have unanswered prayers



I have trouble I wish wasn't there


And I have asked a thousand ways


That You would take my pain away


That You would take my pain away






I am trying to understand


How to walk this weary land


Make straight the paths that crookedly lie


Oh Lord, before these feet of mine


Oh Lord, before these feet of mine






When my world is shaking


Heaven stands


When my heart is breaking


I never leave Your hands






When You walked upon the Earth


You healed the broken, lost, and hurt


I know You hate to see me cry


One day You will set all things right


Yea, one day You will set all things right






When my world is shaking


Heaven stands


When my heart is breaking


I never leave Your hands






Your hands


Your hands that shape the world


Are holding me, they hold me still


Your hands that shape the world


Are holding me, they hold me still





When my world is shaking


Heaven stands


When my heart is breaking


I never leave...


I never leave Your hands

My name is Makenzie

Yes, it is.
Spelt M-A-K-E-N-Z-I-E. NOT Mckenzie, MacKensie or any other way.

MAKENZIE.

I understand that it's hard to know the right spelling... but if you can help it, please TRY to spell it right. I don't really know why, but it's one of my pet peeves.

And Brain Regan does a nice little piece on that:

Names.... click here to watch

It's a family name.
Mom wanted the name to have its own special twist, so she and Dad decided it should be spelled that way.

My middle name, Elizabeth, has a backstory too.
Both of my grandmothers and one great-grandmother has that middle name.
It's my Mom's middle name too.

Just a random factoid about yours truly...

insouciant interests?

                        There are clouds of yellow surrounding EVERYTHING.                  

                                The sky is even starting to take on a yellowish hue.                  

I had forgotten what it was like for everything to be coated in pollen.             

                                                                             It's the yearly infestation.                  

If you live anywhere near a pine tree, you know what I mean.

Only a few more weeks (or a big rain storm) and the pollen will have dissipated. 
I hope. 

Right now, I'm wishing that I had some yellow clothes. 

Then it wouldn't show up when I stupidly sit on a park bench. 

(it hasn't happened yet, but as the boy scouts say, "be prepared!")

I'll eventually get my wish. My clothes WILL be yellow if I stay outside long enough. 

It's most definitely warming up. Perfect weather to run in. 
I love it. 
The sun is making all of my freckles pop out. 
Oh, if only they would all join together... 


Ho hum. 
Freckles aren't that bad...
I'm glad I don't live a few hundred years ago, 
back when freckles were considered horrid; 
people had to stay in the shade all of the time or use poultices for fear of them.  
Being a red head wasn't the best either...


Yup, this is a prime era to live in! I can have freckles freely... 


Speaking of prime eras, I wonder if I should have been born about 50 years or so ago. 
It's odd, but I identify with the 60's and 70's culture; the music, the clothing, the attitude. People seemed to be so much more original and creative. 
Now everything is canned. 
Especially the music. 
I live in the past.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 




So in my math class, we are getting to draw flowers. 
Talk about sweetness. 
It sounds nerdy, "it's the polar graph of a sine or cosine function. One of the many tedious exciting shapes"


AND, didyaknow, there's a video contest going on in the math department (extra credit if I participate!) 
The deal is that it has to be sport related 
AND use higher level math... oh dear. 


Hmmmm, I'll be brainstorming. I think that first place gets something like 50 bucks. Not too bad, especially considering that I'll be getting some much needed extra credit. 


Speaking of videos, my mac, 
(which is WAAAAAY better than a PC, I add snidely) 
has some pretty sweet video editing software. 
I've been playing with it for a week now. 
It's rather addicting. 
I uploaded one of my videos to youtube...I like background music, in case you didn't notice. 
Sound effects are also fun.  (if you want to see the whole thing click here)





So, this is what my sisters and I do for fun. 
Don't ask me who that last guy on the credits is... I really have no idea. 


*********
This week will be full of energy. 
My cousins are in town, staying with us all week! 
All four of them. Aged 8 and under. 
It will be really fun, 


...so long as everyone gets their naps in during the day. 


(Oh! Oh! I have something else to talk about, but maybe I'll save that for another post...yes, I think that I will. )


This post has gotten longish. 
I like longishness USUALLY


...as long as it isn't just long run on sentences that just seem to go on and there aren't any breaks and the writer doesn't understand paragraphs and really sometimes you can't understand the meaning of the sentence even after you read it twelve times or maybe even fourteen times and then the grammar isn't great like you know people who write stuff and like don't think about how other people dislike ambiguity ...


You get the idea. Thankfully none of my friends write like that. 
But if they did, I'd still love them. 


I'll attempt to save you from that annoyance.





A man. A plan. A canal. Panama.