Slice of Life

This is a post.  I haven't planned this out as I usually do so that only means that it's going to be longer and more rambly then all of my other posts.  Awesome.  And of course no one's going to read it because it's not even going to be entertaining.  I just have to say a few things and then I'll stop with the word vomit. 

So first off, school.  This is the last week of classes before summer break, tomorrow is my last final and then I'm ALL DONE   I'm really worried I've failed one of my classes though.  Like, really worried.  I'm fairly sure I've failed my Anatomy class and I know when my mom finds out she is going to be so mad.  And I can't have her mad because she might punish me.  I'm worried that this particular punishment may just be the banning of a certain someone to go to a certain TOTALLY AWESOME concert D:  If I don't go I think I'll just die.

And then there's work.  I am really starting to dislike it.  It's become to tedious and more or less of the same thing everyday.  And walking around a classroom all day makes my feet say 'owwie'.  So I haven't been going to afterschool 'cause I just can't deal with it anymore.  I still go to class, I just leave a little bit early.  It's not a big deal really, just two hours of peace and tumblr.

Which brings me to the another thing.  The internet.  I really have to stop this madness.  I used to spend less than 30 minutes on the computer on average per day.  Now the average is more like 4 hours.  It kind of scares me, but I don't care which scares me even more!!  I'm sure spending time on the computer isn't the worst thing that I can be doing with my time but I don't want to get to the point where I'm on the computer so much that I'm no longer active.  I'm not very active anyways but I don't want to become a computer-potato.

That brings me to possibly the last thing.  The future.  I have no idea what I'm doing anymore.  I really thought I had it sorted all out, ok, become a nurse make some money, go to medical school, make some more money.  Sounded great to me.  Never mind that none of that is really what I want to do.  I really want to write, but I don't see this as a possibility so, I have no idea what I'm doing anymore.  Gah. 

My life stinks as much as this post.

I'm tired.  I'm sitting here and it's nearly 2 in the morning and I'm eating jellybeans.  They are not even GOOD jellybeans.  I don't even understand why I'm awake and on the computer right now.  I should probably go to sleep.  You ever have one of those nights where it is impossible to go to sleep?  Like you are just either really hyper, or maybe it's too hot, and it's uncomfortable?  That happens to me every other day.  And then when I finally do fall asleep, I end up waking up every 30 mintues and then taking another 30 minutes to fall asleep again. 

I don't want to go to sleep because if I go to sleep, it's pretty much a given that 'll have to wake up.  And I hate waking up.  Oh boy you don'tunderstand how much I hate waking up.  Does anyone like waking up? By waking up I don't mean sleeping till 12 and then getting up to the sound of birds chirping and sunshine pouring through your window.  I'm thinking more like it's 6:05 and it's still dark outside, and cold as fiddly.  This is my life.  This is me everyday except Sunday, up and at 'em before dawn. It's awesome...except not really. 

Alarm clocks suck.  Let me tell you about my particular brand of suckage. It's a Disney alarm clock - I know, you don't have to say it, I'm a loser.  It's even shaped like a castle and it has all the Disney Princesses on there and stuff.  One of the towers of thecastle lights up and blinks starry lights.  It's sad, but it's the onlything that gets me up in the morning.  That and I'm too lazy to go out and find another one that works half as well.  How it looks isn't the worst part, though.  Instead of just an obnoxious beeping sound that most alarm clocks make, my alarm clock makes this really loud obnoxious Disney tune that you can't wait to shut off as soon as it comes on.  I guess that's why it's such a darn good alarm clock.  I could be sleeping but if it started ringing in the next room, I would be up and out of my bed in five seconds to stop that hideous sound. 

Why do I always eat the black jellybean when I know I'm not gonna like it?? I do it every time!!!

So waking up with alarm clocks sucks, and having someone human wake me up is out of the question.  When my mom used to wake me up (high school, goodtimes), since my room is upstairs, she would just stand at the foot of the stairs and call me repeatedly.  And since this method usually solicited a tired grunt from me, my mom, satisfied that I was awake, wouldgo back to her lair- I mean, room.  But after a while my mom realized that after I mumbled something to show that I was awake I quickly fell back to sleep, resulting in latenesess (?) of epic proportions.  From then on my mom would still call me, but instead of just leaving me after my okay, she waited until I got up and turned on the light.  This obviously was a fool-proof plan, as I had to be awakened by both the trek across the room and then the blinding lights.  This actually worked for a while, but my superior brain finally figured out a way to sleep some more.  What happened was my mom called me, I woke up, told her I was awake, shuffled to the light switch with my blanket around me, and closed my eyes, turned on the light and then stumbled back into my bed, off to sleepyland.  So as you can tell, some more lateness ensued.

I wasn't about to let my sister wake me up, she will actually stand over me, call me, pull my bed sheets off, roll me off the bed, she will do anything-and everything to wake me up. She knows when I have to be awake and cares more if I'm late than even I do.  My brother would be the one to dump a bottle of water over my head or threaten to cut my hair off if I don't get up, summat like that. 

Alarm clocks as sucky as they are, are my only option.  Phone  and IPod alarms never are loud enough, and alarm clock radios only make me sleepier with the white noise and stuff. 

And that's the history of my Disney Princess Alarm Clock.  Man I really have to get to sleep.  But I've been eating these jelly beans and drinking bottle after bottle of water so I am guaranteed some late night potty trips.  And leaving you with that pleasant thought-

goodnightall,

suzanna

Dear Diary,

Hey Diary, what's up? I haven't seen you in forever! Well, really it's you who hasn't seen me, I'm the one that has to pull you out and share my thoughts. What I wanted to tell you about today is last Friday. It was a pretty great day. It really was. I don't know if you remember, Diary, but that was the day that classes were cancelled because of the snow. No classes, and no work either. Duh, Diary, I work at a MIDDLE SCHOOL. Sheesh Diary. You are so SLOW.

Anyways, Diary, at 7:00 that morning I smiled because I knew it was going to be a great day. Then I rolled over and went back to sleep. About an hour later Mother woke me and Sister up to go shovel out the driveway and the sidewalk in front of the house. I put on my best shovelin' outfit (3 shirts and a sweater, leggings, pajamas, and pants, then some Ugg-like boots -note to self: Uggs and Ugg-like boots are not meant for snow. Snow is WATER. Your feet will get wet ), then I dragged Sister outside. A few minutes of shoveling later, I broke my shovel. Don't ask me how, Diary. It just happened. I was foolish enough to think that maybe I could just go back inside and forget about the whole shoveling thing altogether. Of course not.

Mother sent me and Sister to the store to go buy a new one. May I remind you, Diary, that there was a BLIZZARD out there!! She didn't even offer to drive! So me and Sister walked though the homicidal storm all the way to Wal-Mart and then to Target. If you're wondering, Diary, why we had to go to Target, it was because Wal-Mart didn't have any shovels. And get this - neither did Target! We were walking around Target and my snow shovelin' outfit was making me very hot. When we were leaving I contemplated buying a toy shovel they were selling as part of a beach castle making set. But I didn't. Sister didn't even smile at my suggestion to get it! (I still haven't accomplished my goal of making her laugh, Diary. She may as well be a stone tablet for all the sense of humor she's got )

Anyways, we went back home and I didn't have to shovel! See, Diary, you thought I was going to clean up the snow. I went upstairs and watched Glee, and ate a row of Oreos. Of course I had milk, Diary! By then it was one or two o'clock. It was still snowing, too. Then Mother got on my case about not starting the laundry when I had all of this free time and bla bla bla. I hate doing laundry, Diary! Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I only had to do my own, but I have to do everyone else’s, too. So I was doing the laundry and I found twenty dollars. The silver lining to cleaning other people's laundry? Anything left in the pockets is now mine!

Considerably more cheerful, I made myself a sandwich and watched more Glee. I ate some more Oreos, and then I took a nap. Don't make fun of me, Diary! Naps can be very beneficial for your health. I read it on Wikipedia! When I woke up, Mother yelled at me for neglecting the laundry. When I was done with that not surprisingly I went back upstairs. Watched the rest of Glee, and then I realized that I had eaten the entire bag of Oreos! Well, that just wouldn't do. I went back downstairs to get some chips. Diary, do you like Tostitos chips and salsa? Because I love it. I really have to pay attention when I am eating those, because it can turn into me eating an entire bag at once.

Diary, do you think I'm fat? I eat a lot. And it's always the bad stuff, too. You can probably guess, I spend a large amount of each day lolling about eating senselessly. Then when I have to eat actual food, I can't 'cause I'm full. I have a high metabolism. Aaaah youth. Once my metabolism shifts into low gear I am going to be in great danger of becoming severely overweight.

Anyways, it must have been around 6, and I went back upstairs and went online for a while. Then I was hungry. I went downstairs to see what I could look forward to for dinner. (I know how this sounds, Diary, I am such a sloth). Downstairs Mother and Father were having a bit of a disagreement. While I was in the kitchen I got the feeling that Mother was about to ask me to do something, so I turned around quickly to leave - and she got me. She asked me to help Father make a lasagna.

It was okay helping Father. I actually felt like we were achieving some good bonding time. 'Cause you know, Diary, we don't get along too well. Whatever we're doing, we always find a way to get into a usually trivial argument. We did have one argument over different types of cheese, but I finally conceded in the end. It's always nice to be the bigger person, Diary. Overall I really enjoyed cooking with Father. Don't tell anyone, Diary, okay? If you tell anyone, I will burn you! (I'll probably burn you anyway, once you are full, because I wouldn't want anyone to come along and read what I’ve written in you. Between you and me, Diary, you are not all that good at keeping secrets.

So after dinner we all played Cranium. Everyone except Father, who was sleeping. It was very fun and very exciting. My team, which consisted of me and Brother, lost to Sister and Mother's team. It was very entertaining, and we found out a couple of intriguing things about Sister. Diary, can you believe that she doesn't know the story of Alice In Wonderland? She doesn't know the Star Wars Theme Song! She didn't know the basic idea of Moby Dick, or any have any idea what it was at all!! She is the worst huumer ever, and she is truly horrific at playing charades. It was especially funny because we made fun of her for most of the time we were playing. It sounds mean, Diary, but it was all great fun. It was a great ending to a great day (besides all the shoveling and walking through blizzards bit)

Well, Diary, it was nice talking with you. You really are a great listener, and Friday really was a great day!

till next time,

suzanna

I've just realized something. The first blog I posted on this website was on January 20th 2009. Do you know what this means? This website has been up for an entire year! This is so exciting! What's not exciting is the amount of blogs that I've posted over an entire YEAR. 12. That's one for each month, and not even that because I think 3 of them are from this January alone.

 We've been over this like a billion times, I need to be more active, more prolific when it comes to posting blog entries, or heck, just about anything really. I haven't even posted all of the stories I wanted to, and those are written already!

 Blogging is hard work. And considering the fact that I made this website to avoid doing work, blogging is becoming increasingly unattractive. The thinking, the typing, it's almost too much to deal with! And the pressure? Well, not from you guys of course, it's mainly the pressure that I put on myself. If I don't post a blog in a long time, I start to feel guilty. Especially if the only active thing I'm doing at the moment is stuffing my face with Twinkies and watching a Psych marathon. Which is quite often, I might add. But these pressures I put on myself are ridiculous aren't they? I mean does anyone even take the time to read these (I'm being strongly tempted to call them brain poopies, but I'll resist :D) nonsensical streams of my concious?

I know it's all in my head, but I thought that I just had to voice some of these concerns. I can't be witty and comedic all of the time you know! It's a concious effort. Am I even funny? I really don't know. And when I try to be funny, is that stuff actually funny, or is it the stuff that I didn't plan on getting a laugh with? Interesting questions.

 Have you ever tried to fool 20 questions? It's so hard. Who sat there and programmed the word "bologna" into this game?  Or "diaper" for that matter? 

Anyways, so do you other writers out there try to be funny? Like when you write something, do you think, "oh, that'll definitely get a laugh" or does it just come out on the paper/computer screen automatically?

My brain feels foggy and I don't know what I'm talking about anymore, but what I do know is that it's been another self-depreciating friday, woo. Worst of all, I have classes tomorrow. For a second today I thought, "all right! It's Friday!", and then it dawned on me. The glory of Statistics awaits me at 9am Saturday morning.

So here's to another year of denial ,procrastination, and my personal favorite, chocolate covered pretzels.

It's almost 12 on a Friday, and guess where I am? At home. I know, you're probably thinking, "that's totally lame". But if those are really the words you would use, then we really should rethink who the numwad* is in this scenario.

 I'm totally cool with being home alone (no outrageusly off-topic reference intended). I think quite honestly I might actually prefer it. I don't hate all of humanity and I'm not a recluse or anything (although sometimes I might be caught acting just downright anti-social), I like being with other people, and joking and laughing with friends (even though I have begun to strongly suspect that the laughter is mostly directed at me - and not in the good, "you're a funny person" way, it's more like the "we only let you hang out with us so we can make fun of you and your retardery" kind of way).

So the thought that I started this post with I was that I'm feeling pretty mellow right now, like my brain is on autopilot, and I don't even know why. I mean, I have plenty to think about, my classes start monday, along with the implementation of my new work schedule. Did I ever tell you where I work? I didn't? Well, I work in a middle school (location is classified), as a tutor/mentor. I do a lot of math, because that's all the kids really need help with, not because I have any clue what about what I'm doing or anything. I also work in the homework center after school with a group of other tutors, although the kids are less interested in doing homework and more intent on playing computer games for 2 hours straight. And with that "The Tutor/Mentor Program" effectively becomes "The Baby-Sitters Club".

Alright, 'nuff said about my job. My classes start on monday and I haven't gotten any of my books yet (did I say that already?). Despite all of these mounting concerns, I'm still feeling pretty good. I'm chill, I'm relaxed, I'm cool. As a cucumber (weeee! title reference, always cool!).

 Oh no! Just realized that I missed Conan! Well, really the only part care about, the monologue. Especially lately where it seems that the theme is "do all that you can to shamelessly bash NBC". I truly think that Conan O'Brien is a super funny dude, and I will most definitely miss him on the Tonight Show. I will also most definitely follow him where ever he chooses to go next. Literally. You know what? All of this talk has made me not so mellow anymore. And also a little bit hungry, cucumbers anyone?

goodnight all,

 suzanna

 *uncool, lame person, loser

Hey Guys! 

Did you miss me?  Well I didn't miss you!  Now that the holidays are over, I can go back to doing what I do best: lying on the couch and yelling for more Ring Dings.  Ok Ok, that's not what I do best.  It's what I do second best.  What I do best is surf the internet.  All Day.  Really.  I am an internet addict.  You know that question, If I was on a deserted island and I could only bring one thing, what would it be? Well that's obvious, a computer!  Why would you bother bringing food, or necessary items?  The internet is all powerful! 

And anyways, you can buy just about anything on eBay these days.  I could probably buy a tuna sandwich if I wanted.  And then all they have to do is mail it to the umm, the deserted island, PO Box... Hello I'm the only one on the island! Me! 

 All right I'm kidding.  I wouldn't bring a computer to a deserted island.  I would bring a Dell Mini Netbook.  Cause it makes a lot more sense.  I could run from wild animals with it and knock them on their heads, and take it wherever I go.  Duh.  (why would wild animals be on a deserted island?  But that would solve the whole, bla bla bla you need food to survive, not the internet dilemma ) 

Ok I have to interrupt.  You know the show Frasier? I really like the theme song about tossed salad and scrambled eggs.  Maybe because it makes me hungry.  But I wouldn't eat tossed salad with scrambled eggs anyway.  That sounds totally gross. 

So what were we talking about?  Oh, yes, what I have been doing.  Well, for

Christmas, I got myself an IPod.  Relax.  I bought it off Ebay, so it was a piece of crap.  What did I get from my family you ask? Socks.  Not even the cute reindeer, Mr. and Mrs. Claus socks.  Not for me.  They were just regular, plain ol', run of the mill tube socks.  I don't even wear tube socks.  They make my legs itchy.  But that's my problem, not yours. 

Going back to my internet addiction, yesterday I spent about 6 (not exaggerating) consecutive hours online.  What was I doing, you might ask?  If I was organizing something important like, I don't know, a bank robbery, this might seem reasonable.  But I was not organizing a bank robbery.  I was downloading songs and filling my crappy IPod with the appropriate cover art.  For SIX hours!  Not once during those six hours did I think, well let me update my blog.  Nope I just had to get the cover art. 

Well now I'm back, and better than ever (for Christmas this year, the Hess truck's here!)

Don't make fun of me.  Just don't.  

As the days before Christmas begins begin to dwindle, it is time for the holiday season to begin.  Oh who am I kidding, the holiday season started on Thanksgiving (or on what Lewis Black, one of my favorite comedians calls it - Christmas, Part 1).  I love Christmas.  And I don't love because of the gifts like everyone else pretends not to.  I love Christmas because it is a season of giving and not receiving, and it is a time that the entire famliy gets together and shares their love.  

Wow.  You actually believed that, didn't you?  Haven't you learned anything about me yet? Nope, I really do like Christmas because it is such a HUGE commercial holiday.  And of course because of all of the stuff, stuff, stuff.  Actually I don't enjoy Christmas because of the presents that other people give me, those pretty much suck (try pretending that you are absolutely beside yourself with joy on account of a pair of reindeer socks from your PARENTS no less).  

For me the real happiness behind Christmas (and I know how terrible this sounds) is having an excuse to save up a ridiculous amount of money and then spend it all on myself.  Truly Christmas really is the easiest time to spend money on yourself.  Think about it.  When you are buying yourself some lavish gift, all anyone will think is, wow, that person is sooo generous, look what she is buying someone for Christmas.  Or after Christmas, when you are using your awesome gift to yourself, all anyone will think is, wow, someone really likes that person, or, I wish someone gave me THAT for Christmas instead of a hideous knitted scarf!  

I like buying things for myself so much that I think there should be a separate holiday all together, for people to buy things for themselves, things that they really want.  We could call it Economy Boost Day, you know, everyone goes out and puts their money into circulation (or at least that's why we'll say we're doing it, improving the economy and all that jazz). You know what, we should make it last a whole week!  And, tell me, who wouldn't be happy for a whole week when they get to be completely self absorbed? Not even the Pope, that's who.  

For anyone who does not agree with this post: All right, all right, fine! I was only half serious when I thought of this.  I take all of that back.  Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without unwrapping a new pair of red and green striped leg warmers or yet another pair of snowflake patterned pajama bottoms.  

DISCLAIMER: I do not know the Pope personally, and I can not say for sure whether or not he would endorse my idea for a Economy Booster Week.  (I still think he would :wink:)

I have gotten a web review from chotskie.com.  They are a great site and I would definitely recommend them because the review came very quickly and also because the review was so great.  Okay here it is.

Slice Of Life is a personal blog that is made to entertain. I really, really enjoyed looking through the content, and had a few laughs. I really found myself enjoying what Suzanna- the site owner-- had to say. I found that once I started reading it, it was hard to stop myself from reading the content! Really great job Suzanna! Generally, I might say the site could use a little more to do.. but there is so much interesting content on the pages I really have nothing negative to say about this site! It is a great blog that a lot of teens would be able to relate to! It has jokes, comics, of course, a blog that Suzanna shares thoughts, and really, so much more! I really think that it is a great site to go to!

Our Rating: 10/10!!

Now I should be happy, right? Wrong.  Truthfully, I'm pretty disappointed with this review.  I wish that it said more horrible things about this site.  I wish that I got a 3.5/10.  Because you see, now I will not work so hard on trying to change it for the better.  And also because I am a lazy sloth in addition to being  a self-loathing perfectionist.

 IN ADDITION: I want to thank Morgan for the great review.  You are great, and pay no attention to my depreciating drivel, it has nothing to do with you, or your awesomeness at reviewing websites.  Really.

Guys, I have a real problem. I went to my doctor the other day, and... well I didn't actually "go" to the doctor. I was supposed to. I was in the kitchen, getting ready to go when I noticed that the dishes needed to be done. When I got to the sink, I realized that there was no dishwashing liquid. I decided that I would get some on my way to the doctor's office. Right before I headed out the door, I saw that it was almost 3:30, the time when my favorite cooking channel show comes on. I ran to the living room, just to record the show and then leave. As I tuned in to the channel (for what I hope are fairly obvious reasons, the cooking channel makes me hungry) I realized I hadn't eaten lunch. I went to the kitchen to find something to eat, but as I told you once before, my kitchen never has any food. Luckily I had some junk food, Halloween candy, to be exact,

Just a quick side note: maybe it is just me, but do M&M minis taste better than plain M&Ms? I think they do, and I also think I know why. The M&M minis are smaller (...some might even call them mini...), so they have smaller amounts of chocolate inside the crunchy shell. The plain M&Ms have more chocolate on the inside. The smaller amounts of chocolate in the mini's allows for more surface area for the outer shell, thus making it taste better, and not like you are eating a block of chocolate. Or at least that's why I think I like them.

Anyways, so I was eating the minis, and then I was thirsty. Then I was drinking water and I had to use the bathroom. In the bathroom I had to refill the toilet paper, and so on. I think you get it. I never got to the appointment. By the time that I was ready to leave the house, I realized that I was 30 minutes late. By then I was like, Why even bother?  That's my general rule for these types of situations.

So later that day, I called he doctor's office to reschedule the appointment. It was then that the receptionist very rudely pointed out that this was the third time that I was rescheduling the same appointment in the same month. She also pointed out (very unnecessarily, in my opinion), that there had not been a time where I had managed to make it in to the office the first time around. So I decided right then that I wouldn't wait any longer. I assured the receptionist that I would definitely be there for this appointment and scheduled it for the following Monday.

When I arrived at my doctor's office on Friday, I apologized for missing all of my appointments. He told me that I had a problem with procrastination. I asked him how he was going to treat it. He just laughed at me. When I left a little while later, prescription-less, unfortunately, I realized that my doctor was right. I have a problem with procrastination. I don't get anything done anymore; the only reason that I am even writing this right now is because I really should be grocery shopping.

Hey, I just thought of something. Remember when I was talking about how M&M minis taste better than plain M&Ms? Well I have another theory. Really, the only time when you would see me eating M&M minis is around Halloween (when they have all of those giant candy bags that you tell yourself will last until Halloween when you buy them two weeks before, and then you have to buy three more bags the next day ...or maybe that's just me...). So maybe they taste so good because your only eating them once a year, kind of like candy canes or fruit cake. Also the bag that they come in is really small, probably a quarter of the size of the regular M&M bags. But I can easily eat four bags of M&M minis (once again something that should be disturbing), so I don't think that is really a factor. All right, all right, I won't say anything else about the minis.

So, procrastination. I know I am not the only one that has trouble with getting things done, in fact, far from it. A quick internet search of procrastination yields tons of results, procrastinators anonymous, advice and tips on procrastination, and a lot of other resources to help people to manage their time. So I am going to do something for myself. I am going to gather everyone I know who has a problem with getting things done, and we are going to talk about our experiences and help each other get things done. It's going to be so great! I'm going to do something right now! Today is the first day of the rest of my life!

Wow. Organizing a whole group sounds like a lot of work. And I do have some grocery shopping to do...

A little while ago I was in my kitchen. I was doing nothing really, just my daily ritual, scrounging around for food and not finding any, then complaining loudly that there is never anything to eat in the house, while never actually going out to get anything. This ritual takes place at least 5 times a day. 

I saw an article the other day, and I can't remember what it said because I didn't read it, really I was just trying to look cool and smart. 

(...It just proves how much of a nerd I actually am that I think that reading the paper would make me look cool or smart...)

But one thing I do remember seeing was the growing importance of teaching today's children to look at society and everything in it more analytically.  Instead of hearing one side of the story and accepting it as truth, we should think about other explanations and different ways to look at things. 

Oh yeah, but I was trying to tell you about me and Karma.  So while I was in the kitchen trying to make food appear in the hopelessly empty cabinets, my brother walked in and asked me to help him with this homework assignment for school.  So being a good, caring sister, of course I said no. 

Wait, wait a moment, you would have said no, too.  I mean, he needs to figure out to do things on his own, right?  He needs to learn independence!  OK, none of those are the real reasons that I said no, but they sound good on paper.  Really, I am just super lazy, especially when I'm hungry, which is all the time.

So after he finished begging, pleading, whining, yelling, and finally crying, he gave up and stormed back to his room.  Feeling somewhat accomplished, I poured myself a glass of Coke.  One thing about me: I don't drink soda.  This was the result of having nothing else to drink or eat.  If and when I do drink any soda, if fill the glass to the top with ice first and then fill the empty space with soda.  That's just the way that I like to do it.  Sue me. 

Anyways, I walked to my room with the Coke.  Then I watched television for a while thinking about how great of a sister I was.  How lucky could a kid be?  At that point I got up from my bed, and upon standing the glass (still 3/4 full) flew out of my hands. 

It was like slow motion; I was in fits of agony as the brown liquid flew up into the air and then gravity so cruelly pulled it down, down and deep into my favorite bed sheets and cream colored rug.  The ice flew everywhere - under the bed, they even broke apart and shattered so that there were shards of melting ice everywhere.  For ten seconds I was completely still, and then it hit me.  The ugly brown stain was mocking me!  It was saying, "You should have just helped your brother!". 

As I cleaned up the mess for the next twenty minutes I thought about how much different it would have been if I had just helped out my brother.  It definitely would not have taken as long; I guessed maybe ten minutes tops.  So when I was done cleaning, I hurried downstairs, eager to put Karma's lesson into action.  When I got to his room, I told him that I had changed my mind and decided that he could use some help.  To which my brother responded: "Great, I thought I was going to have to do this all on my own!"  I cheerfully asked him what I could do.  He said "I guess you could start by helping me answer the first twenty reflection questions!"

Darn you Karma! You've got me again.