"We're going to start a trend, and now everybody'll be saying it! And we'll be the ones who started it!"

Hi you guys! So, if you are one of the few people reading my blog and you are a normal teenage German, then Ich schätze es! However, if you are a stalker/pedophile from Germany, then kommen nicht zurück! (For you Americans, you should Google Translate that.) If you are American and are currently using English as your language of preference, then the first German phrase there translates into "I appreciate it," and don't feel left out, cause I appreciate you guys, too, and you are the only reason I keep coming back to post stuff on this blog. If I hadn't gotten the first sixteen hits I did on the first day (which is like pretty much half my views so far.. it's a tough life) then I probably would have given the freak up.

So, right now, before I continue, here is a link to Google Translate so you can find out what the heck that German stuff means. And if you are in a bad mood, just pretend like you're Adolf Hitler and say them with a really angry sounding German accent.

Okay, here is where we dive deeper into this episode of BG BLOG. So, if you have noticed, I have recently tried out a new technique I learned from another blogger who said he got more page views when he stopped writing for a few days. I tried it; only got like 4 views. So, in retrospect, this dude sucks! Okay, well maybe it worked for him, but not for me, so I'm gonna keep on trucking.

Now, I'm not normally the type to bag on my teachers on the Internet, but I'm a straight A student and don't hate school that much, so when I have a problem, I WILL make it known. So, first of all, I go to a private school, which we all know is pretty not cheap (yes, I am aware of grammar mistake.) I always make A's, but not on this progress report. I am at like all B's and kinda not far from a C, all because of my Biology Honors class. So, I was out for a trip to Florida that lasted four days out of a school week and the next Monday. My Bio class started a new chapter the day I left, and I came back the next Tuesday. My teacher printed me off like a page of notes front and back and said that was all I needed except to read the chapter. Read the chapter? Sounds easy, right? No. Absolutely, I don't even, just no. It's like 20 pages long and worded so weirdly that I have to read the same sentence like three times to make it out. So, I get back from my extremely freakin' awesome trip to Florida on Monday and go back to school on Tuesday. My school was going to be off for a half day on that Thursday and off Friday leading into Spring Break. I had a pig show and sale that Wednesday and Thursday. So guess when I get to make up my test? Tuesday, my first day back. I studied, I read, I looked over the notes, and I take that test and pass with flyi---- abrupt halt here; sorry, I must have been in fantasy land, cause I for sure did not pass. The teacher told me on Tuesday that everybody made bad grades and we were going to have a retake. So when I find out I did not pass the Monday after Spring Break, (I refuse to ever tell anyone that grade... It already haunts me in my sleep) I figured, what the hey, I can just take it again. No. My teacher says that she was fairly sure that nobody understood it then and they won't now so no retakes. Obviously, I went home and whined. I had a complete emotional breakdown. In the car. If anybody was next to us at a stoplight and looked in on that, they were looking ugly right in the face. My mom sends my teacher an email and my teacher talks to me the next day. She says, "You could have asked me for more time." More time? When, exactly, was I supposed to have time for that? After Spring Break, two weeks away? Sounds unlikely to me.
Just to show you how cramped I am right now, here is a look at my schedule:

Do you see any time for that? So now I am suffering through that grade, trying not to get kicked out of Beta Club for my shrinking average, and trying to make my averages in other classes as close to a hundred as possible. Ughhh. So, needless to say, I will be taking a tour of my new advanced Sylvan Learning Center one afternoon this week. Yay, Sylvan tokens. :-(

Also, I have stuff with FFA going on, like this contest to see who can grow the biggest cabbage. It sat on my kitchen table for like 3 weeks. Kinda sad. I got tired of looking at it when I heard that the prize for biggest cabbage was $100 and got my fat butt out of the chair and planted that sucker. Been watching him not sprout since last Thursday. And watering. And waiting. And rotating him for better sun exposure. And waiting.

Still waiting.

So, here we are at this weekend, where I tried Zumba for the first time. I have been begging my mom to take me to Zumba sometime with my friend who has lost like 100 Ibs. Not happening. I quickly gave up, and realized that maybe I should try a different avenue. I like to use the Biggest Loser on my XBOX 360 Kinect and was gonna do that this weekend. Wouldn't it be my luck to have lost the stupid disc. I looked everywhere, under the couch, in the garage, under my bedside table!!!! (Not really, it'll turn up eventually.) So I settled for the Zumba game, which I tried before and loathed with all my being. And I forced myself through it on Sunday, too. And on Monday I fell asleep in my big comfy chair and said "Forget you, Zumba," in my dreams. So, yeah, not doing that anymore. Plus, I kinda messed up my arm.

I went to a soccer game last night with my friend Allison and it was cold. If there hadn't been a serious sports injury occur during the game, that would be all I remember. COLD. But my friend Christian's dad gave me and Allison some two year old hot chocolate powder to put in some water from a garden hose heated in a microwave and that made it all better. Not. Anyways, after the game we went to her house and worked on a project till like 8 or later. That explains the falling asleep, forget you zumba thing.

And now for the anecdote for the day that explains the title of this blog post. So, last week driving down     I-95, my mom goes, "Look at that truck. It's one of those Cadillac trucks. I don't know who would buy one except somebody with so much money they ain't got nothing better to use it for. It's not even a truck. It's like a 'trucklet.'" I go, "A 'trucklet'? What the heck is that?" So she goes on to explain how she uses the expression for things that happen to be smaller than they should be. So today, we were talking and I was telling her about some people I know and how they have a "houslet." She says, "Did you just say 'houslet'?" I say, "I figured if you can use it then I can use it, too." And now here comes the title. She says, "We're going to start a trend, and now everybody'll be saying it! And we'll be the ones who started it!" I stopped talking then.

Recent blog news:

So you may or may not have noticed that I added a few little things to my page. I added a list called "Current Reading," which I may or may not have mentioned in the last post. In this list, I will put the books I am currently reading, which are normally ones that suck cause I fly through the good ones before I can even add them. I will try to review them in a post sometime shortly after when the material is fresh in my brain (that's a gross expression, if you think about it.)
On to my other list called, "Sitting Around on my Phone's Kindle App Waiting to be Read..." No explanation needed, but I'm gonna give you one anyways. So here I put the book I have just recently bought and am waiting to read and review for you guys after I get through the books on my first list.
Finally, third and absolutely least is "Sample Books I'm Checking Out." This list entails all the books that I get a sample of on my phone to read to see if I am hooked enough by the end of the sample to actually spend the money on the book.

If you guys have any suggestions for me to read or comments on any books I have floating around then please, please, please, leave me a comment in the comment box below.

Also, if you guys know any Ag teachers that may be up for grabs or 4-H or FFA advisors, which can be rolled into one, please let me know by emailing me at the email address provided. Kind of a low-pay job, so please don't be hesitant to let me know. We really need one to keep the program going. We have a greenhouse!!!

I have German blog followers! You go, Germans! (You know, except for socialism and communism and fascism and Nazism and the Holocaust.)

COMMENT BELOWWWW!!!!

This month's recommended:

Okay, so I have decided to do a new segment (hopefully every month) about shows, books, songs, or anything else that I think everybody should give a shot. To start, I want to go over some of my favorite TV shows.

First, I really think if you are into kind of detective, police, or even just drama shows, that you should watch the show Elementary. Set in modern day New York, Joan Watson is a surgeon turned sober companion by a fatal mistake she made performing surgery. Her latest client, arrogant and extremely intelligent British drug addict Sherlock Holmes, also works as a consultant with the NYPD. Up to date on all things criminals, Sherlock takes Watson with him everywhere he goes to assist the police in solving these crimes. Watson is eventually drawn into Sherlock mysterious methods of crime solving and, by the time her sober companion wages taper off, decides to partner with Holmes in solving the crimes as his "apprentice," him showing her his special techniques and how to acquire a keen ability to analyze everything, just as he does. Together, this pair travels all over New York solving crime and putting an end to murderers. The back story, however, has to do with Sherlock's past in England, involving a mysterious girl named Irene. Taken in with the mystery, Watson chips away at Holmes until he reveals to her his secrets. Brought to the front by a curious case the pair is working on, Sherlock confides in Watson that he believes the perpetrator is the same man who murdered his beloved, and that is when we begin to understand who Irene is and why she means so much to Sherlock. Irene was brutally murdered in England, and, as a consultant for the British police also, Sherlock was not able to assist in the case and eventually turned to drugs to eradicate his sorrow. This story is continued as characters from Sherlock's past come into play in later episodes and Sherlock continues to look for the true murderer of his only real love, Irene, to capture him or her  and make them feel the pain that he is sure his beloved felt. Along the way, some of Watson's back story is revealed, which is nothing as fantastical as Sherlock's and is not even worth mentioning. After all, she is just a side kick. P. S. I do not copy anybody else's work when I write this stuff. No copying and pasting.

On to the next show, a brand new series termed "Hannibal," based on the book on which the movie, "The Silence of the Lambs," is based upon. The main character, Will Graham, is an FBI investigator with the uncanny ability to get inside the head of the murderers he investigates and predicts their next move. In almost all of the cases, the body involved is almost always eaten in some way. The only reason Will can keep himself from going crazy with all these cases is the fact that he is crazy. Trained in mental health and knowledgeable author and teacher of many different disorders, most often involving types most likely to murder someone, Graham is often reprimanded by his FBI boss, who says he needs a psych evaluation. Left with no other choice but to force it upon him, Jack
Crawford, who is head of Behavioral Sciences at the FBI, as well as Will's boss, calls in Dr. Hannibal Lecter, recommendee of Dr. Caroline Dhavernas (psych professor and criminal profiler for the FBI), as a sort of partner for Graham, to evaluate him and try to "get in his head," as Will would describe it. Will doesn't like the idea very much at all, and, being all too familiar with all the methods psychologists use to probe someone's brain, Will turns the tables back around on Hannibal any chance he gets. This position, however, is at an advantage for him, and it is revealed in the first episode that it is, in fact, he who is the real murderer, only, being close to Will and keeping up his role as psych evaluator, he is able to avoid suspicion and frame others for his crimes. During the episodes, Hannibal is shown preparing and eating the organs he removes from his victims. It is also ironic that the real murderer in the show is named Hannibal, a name that has a remarkable resemblance to the word not one of us wants to hear: cannibal.

My all time favorite show is Pretty Little Liars, and if you have not seen it, you should watch it from the beginning while the season is out and reruns are starting. Be sure to catch up when it comes back on June 11. Last season ended with a major cliffhanger, and Troian Bellisario promises that it is revealed first thing in the new season. Also, catch the spinoff series of Pretty Little that will be on ABC Family as well, titled "Ravenswood."

Here are a few of my not television related recommendations as well. If you don't have a pair of Sperry's, get some. Most comfy shoes ever. After wearing them about 3 days, they are completely broken in and don't give you blisters. I got a cute pair with the sequined leopard print embellishing. Also, you need to try a white chocolate mocha frappuccino from Starbucks. Heaven in a cup, plus it's not even that mocha-y.

This is a mobile post, so no spell check. If you want, leave a comment below and I will do my best to reply!

Boston Bombings

I am sure most of you have heard by now of the terrible tragedy that occurred on June 15 in Boston during the Boston Marathon. They have now arrested a man they caught on camera whom they believe might be the perpetrator. They were pressure cooker bombs that were placed in trash cans around the finish line. Many people were injured and I would like to call for a time of prayer for these people and their families and for all the losses that occurred. And pray that they bring this crazy insane idiot who did this to justice.

April 16, 2013

You want to know one of my pet peeves? Chewing. That's right. I can't stand the sound of chewing. It just grosses me out. It also makes for really awkward lunch periods when you are crowded in and the sound can't be avoided except for the droning sound of kids yelling at each other.

But anyways, even though I hate chewing (I would force everyone around me to eat tomato soup if possible, not because of it's taste, Lord knows I hate that, but because it doesn't have chunks for possible obnoxious smacking sounds), that is what I am doing right now. My mom fixed one of those crappy freezer Stouffer's lasagnas last night for dinner. I hate lasagna, and the fact that it is frozen makes it even worse. So I ate a peanut butter jelly sandwich instead. Yum. And tonight, guess what we are having. Well, since I only have two parents and one unnecessarily large freezer lasagna, we are eating left-overs. Blech. So, since I have the munchies now and don't have to wait for my parents to fix dinner, (midnight snacks, anyone?) I am eating a bowl of my favorite cereal: Special K Chocolatey Delight. That's right, my favorite cereal happens to be a diet cereal. I need to go on one anyways, so if my parents decided to eat lasagna for the rest of my high school career, I would be down with that.

So, today, in Spanish class, right before the bell rings and I am doing nothing, I ask my teacher if I have ever sang for her before. I decide to do my school-renowned rendition of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. While I was singing my little heart out and bringing joy to those around me, the bell rang for lunch. Lunch time? I was outta there. But after lunch, in my *ahem* "lovely" Biology class, my teacher told me that I should go on America's Got Talent. Then she asked if they had it in America. Um, hello, Ms. Barnes, it's in the title! Anyways, I was gonna go on X-Factor last year, but my parents didn't believe in me enough to take me, so I asked Ms. Barnes if she would take me. After I thought about it, I realized it really didn't matter because once I get my license I can go by myself. And get there early. Maybe around 9 the night before. You know, early bird catches the worm and all that.

Now, here comes the poetically beautiful random part of today's post.

I sometimes wonder why anybody would read this stuff about me that I post. I have always been told I am a good writer, so maybe my words will be captivating enough to capture the attention of whom I hope will become my loyal followers. Twitter included, @bgangel97.

Here is the real reason why I am doing what I am doing. I believe that writers-- song writers, musicians, poets, authors, and bloggers included-- are artists, only their medium is words. There is nothing like the feeling of putting down something so powerful in words that means so much to you that you can hope that will convey a message to someone else. If I can do one thing, I want to be one of those people that you learn about in history, or like Madonna on the three night 80's marathon airing on the National Geographic channel. I want to remembered. And I think that maybe God is telling me that this is the first step.

I have a friend, although I'm not sure if she considers me a friend, that always sits at my table for lunch. She is really nice, but a little odd. It doesn't matter to me, I find myself a little odd as well. But I found out recently and noticed that she has started self-cutting. And bad. I wish she would know how much she means to all of us. She has the ability to become a person like we read about in history, somebody who changes the world, and I wish she knew that everybody, including her, are valuable assets to our world, our country, our lives. Everybody is influenced by the people around them, and without her, there is no telling if she if supposed to provide influence on somebody's life that will change them forever. I wish all people that self-harm like that realized that. If you are out there, I am praying for you. You might not care of believe that God can help you, but I know and will anyways. I wish that more people would read the book, "By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead" by Julie Anne Peters. It made me look different at people like this. I think it should even be required reading for public schools. It will change the way you think about people, and I think it makes you not want to ignore this type of stuff that goes on around you we look over everyday. I hope that anybody reading this buys that book, reads it, meditates on it, and applies to their own lives and be more considerate of those around them.

That is all for today, and I hope you take what I have to say into consideration. After all, by doing this, I am losing valuable homework time. So don't make this a waste of my time. Read it, consider it, and apply it to your life. Thank you! Have a wonderful rest of the day!!!!!!!


Here's a picture of the book if you want to run out and pick it up:

Click here to buy on Amazon Kindle.

off-topic research

So, do you ever have that random moment when you log onto your computer to do something important and then you start looking at random stuff that just pops into your brain? Okay, so, I'm rambling, but today was one of those days today. Right now I am watching Seinfeld, so forgive me if I get a little offtrack. Anyways, as I was saying, I was looking at random crap on the internet. I searched my grandma's jeweler, found out he was not a serial killer, totally exhausted Zappos' jewelry supply, and then looked up some random statistics about cancer.

So here's what I found out:

1. My grandmother's jeweler is NOT a serial killer, nor a man who killed his wife, the mother of his 13 kids.
2. People born in spring are more likely to get cancer.
3. It is unlikely that your deo will make you get breast cancer, so chill out with those band-aids on your underarms (JK, I know you don't do that, right? Right????!!!). Oh, and don't forget to put it on!!! Nobody wants to smell "yo stanky" pits.

Anyways, that was some random inspiration for this post.
PS, I think it is hilarious how Jerry hates Newman so much.

now, back to homework prison, outlines and algebra and notecards, OH MY!