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My weekend was really good.(with one exception that I will ignore from now on)

Friday I left school around 11 and headed out to pickwick, to go the bean. On the way out there, I stopped to eat lunch at the McDonalds in Oakland.

At Mickey D’s, everyone else in there knew each other except for a guy sitting alone writing a paper. I had a strong urge to talk to him but I ignored it since he was busy. I got my food and ate it. While I was eating, I kinda kept glancing at him and we caught each others eyes a few times but kept looking away. Finally he got up to leave, but walked over to my table and asked if he could borrow me for a few minutes. I said sure. He wanted my opinion on his paper so he read it to me and I gave it to him, then we had a nice chat for 10 minutes or so. It was weird and awkward but pleasant. We only exchanged first names but I kinda hope I run into him again one day.

Then, 2 hours later, I turned off of 64 in the wrong spot and ended up in Shiloh, but still found my way to the bean. When I got to the bean, I hopped on the four-wheeler and had an awesome time.

Saturday we got up kinda early so we could go to the flea market. I got a license plate from when I was born. On the way back to the bean, the suburban stopped working so we had to push it and get the other person at the bean to come pick us up. It was kinda funny, but we got it worked out.

Tricia(my mom’s best friend’s sister) had a bunch of stuff from this woman who died. The woman Patricia Ragland had kids who didn’t want the stuff and Tricia just stumbled upon it and they gave her all the stuff she had. So we spent a few hours looking through her old letters and pay stubs and stuff like that. Tricia also had thousands of pictures from old newspapers that she sells. So we looked through them and I got a few pictures of Paul McCartney.

It was a great weekend.Very relaxing and fun 😀



I saw a bunch of people doing this so I figured it’d make a good quick blog.

Here are 15 Questions to answer:
1. What do you think you can do but can’t?

Well, the thing is I try to admit when I can’t do something, so I will tell anyone who asks that I can’t sing, but that doesn’t stop me. I think I am a good poet but I’m not. I think I’m a good listener but at times I’m the worst listener in the world, so I don’t know if that counts.
2. What’s a difficult word for you to pronounce?

I had a really bad stutter as a kid and I still have remnants of it now, so word that begin with “s” “t” or “P” give me trouble. I pronounce the words “pin” and “pen” the same way and lots of people think I’m weird because of that.
3. What is a favorite TV show from your childhood?

Rugrats, Hey Arnold, Rocket Power, Early Spongebob, Boy Meets World, The Wild Thornberry’s. Pretty much anything on Nick.

4. What are your virtues and vices?

Virtues: I think I’m nice, a good friend, smart, good teacher, trustworthy, dependable.

Vices: Obsessive, always wanting to be the best, never being satisfied with myself.

5. What’s more important: love, fame, power, or money?

my ranking:





6. If you could live in any era/time period, when would it be and why?

I’d like to live either in the 60’s or in the 40’s. Both of those times are really vital in history and I’d like to see it. But I’m satisfied with here(though I would like a time machine to see the future.
7. If you had to redo your entire wardrobe with 2 stores, what would they be and why?

Umm…Walmart because it’s cheap and Macy’s I guess because it has a lot of stuff. Clothes aren’t really my thing. I wear jeans and a tee-shirt.

8. Can you recall what you were doing a year ago on this day?

Well today is the Ides of March, so I was probably making some sort of comment about that, and since it was the Monday after spring break I was tired and I went to Calculus and skipped music class : P

9. Do you have reoccurring dreams? If so, explain?

I had a recurring nightmare as a kid which I don’t wanna get into right now and currently I have continuation dreams, where the same story will span several nights.

10. What’s your horoscope?
Virgo: This can be a time for exposing and talking about hidden, intensely private, secret, or taboo subjects. Your mind is very probing and your conversations and interactions with others are intense. Pat answers and superficialities don’t suffice now. You can be too intrusive or overbearing when stating your point of view.

11. What does your dream bedroom look like?
Big fluffy bed.

12. What position do you sleep in?
half right side half stomache, legs can’t be touching

13. Who is your favorite vampire of all time?


14. What are you currently wearing on your feet?

My white New Balance Tennis shoes and old socks/

15. Do you have neat handwriting? Show us!

Nope, its messy.


see my writing is horrible

I totally forgot I had this until like 3 seconds ago. I thought I’d say hello and talk about my spring break a little.

Thursday night right before Spring Break started, I saw 3 episodes of The Nanny on TV Land. I couldn’t stop watching. I had gone down stairs just to say goodnight at 10 and the next thing I know it is 11:30 and I’m still watching The Nanny. I enjoyed it and found it funny and I liked the romance between Max and Fran.

So naturally being the obsessive person I am, I had to watch the whole series. I spent Friday night, all day Saturday and Sunday watching it on youtube.

Monday I went to work with my mom for a little bit and then I went to work myself. And spent all evening watching The Nanny.

(For the rest of the week, just assume if I don’t tell you what I was doing, I was watching The Nanny :P)

Tuesday, I didn’t do anything really.

Wednesday, I went back to my mom’s work to meet one of her co-workers in the morning and that evening I went to dinner with Monica. Since her brother Michael was back in town for his spring break, I went back to her house to see him. I ended up spending the night and we stayed up till 1 AM singing and dancing. We had fun.

Thursday, I got home around 8:30 AM and left again at 10:30 AM and went to Hunters. I met his puppy and I love him. Tob(his dog) is sooo cute!!! Hunter introduced me to the game Words with Friends(feel free to start a game with me Lnh92) and we became addicted. For dinner we went to incredible pizza and with out combined ticket totals we were each able to get light sabers!!!! We had an epic battle to the death outside when we left.

Friday, I went to work again, then went for lunch with my Mom at Cracker Barrel. After that I went to my grandma’s for a little bit then went back home.

Saturday evening we went over to my mom’s best friends house for hours and had a good time.

Sunday morning we went to IHOP. That afternoon my mom’s best friend came over to our house for a bit.

I really enjoyed my spring break even though I really accomplished nothing. But I think that’s part of the beauty of breaks. You don’t have to do anything, but you can if you want to. No one can say anything to you if you lay in bed watching TV all day, but you can also leave the house at 8 AM and not be back until midnight. The only thing is it’s over before you know it and if you spend all your break being lazy, you’ll regret it. If you spend all your break busy, you’ll regret it. It’s all about balance. I would love to end this saying “I found the balance” but I don’t think I did, I think i was too lazy.

But there’s always next year 😀



Dear Poppy,

Today is my 18th birthday. Today I become an adult. Today is my 7th birthday without you.

I’m sorry you can’t be here and I know it’s not my fault or your fault or anyone’s fault you’re not here. It’s just the way it is.  And it sucks.

I miss you. A lot.  It’s not fair. You used to tell me that you would be there when I graduated high school. You weren’t. I’m not angry you weren’t there, but I am sad. You would have been proud of me. You were proud of me. I just couldn’t see your face. I couldn’t hear your voice or see your smile or feel your hug.  and that’s not fair.

You’d be so proud of me, turning 18 during my Sophomore year of college. You are proud of me, but I don’t get to experience it.  You would be so proud of the person I became and the person I am still becoming.

I can hear you bragging to everyone who would listen about me. But I’ll never get to actually hear that. I know you love me and are proud of me, but sometimes that’s not enough. Sometimes I need to see it, but that’s never going to happen again.

I am an adult now, but I still feel like a child. And I can still think back on fond memories of when I was a little child, and most of the happy memories are connected to you in some way.

I’m selfish in this wish, but I wish you were here again. I wish I could talk to you one more time, I wish I could see you.

But that wouldn’t be good. You were in pain and needed to go. I understand this. But it doesn’t make it any easier. It doesn’t make me feel better.

But here it is. I am now an adult. And I miss you more than ever. I have all these wonderful, awesome, amazing things happening and I want nothing more than to tell you. And you are the one person I’ll never be able to tell. I want to hear your reaction. I want to know I’ve made you proud.

I know I could never disappoint you, but I want to know I’ve done you proud. That I’ve earned the praise you gave to me and still give to me.

You always made me proud to be your granddaughter. And I want to make sure I’ve done you proud.

I think I have.

I hope I have.


Your Lorrie

To everyone else who reads this:

This is not me begging for pity or anything. I just wanted to tell my Poppy something and I wanted everyone to know how great my poppy was and still is.

If you took the time to read all of this, thank you.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was in the 4th grade. My teacher, Ms. Da’mico was telling us about our morning assignment when over the intercom one of the office attendants said “Teachers, Please check your emails at the earliest opportunity.”  My teacher finished telling us about our assignment and went to check her email. She sat at her desk reading with her mouth wide open. She got up and left the room. We looked out in the hallway and couldn’t see anything. We went back to working on the morning assignment.

When she came back in the room,  Ms. Da’mico looked upset, but she didn’t say anything. Someone in my class asked her what wrong. She just shook her head and went back to teaching like nothing had happened. After maybe 10 minutes of her attempting to teacher, the announcements came on again and the office lady said, “Teachers…..An email has been sent out.” At this time Ms. Da’mico ran to the computer and had read the email and ran out of the room before the office lady finished talking.

My class sat alone for a little while this time. We started talking and could hear other classes around us talking. When Ms. Da’mico came back, she told us that we could talk quietly for the rest of the day, or read a book, or color, or do whatever we wanted. She sat at the computer for the rest of the day, every so often she would leave and go out in the hall for a little bit.

We never knew what happened, and we had no idea what it could have been. When the day was over I went out to my mom’s car and when I got in, she asked me if I knew what happened today. I said No. She told me we were attacked. I had no idea what that meant. It could have been so many things.

When we got home, I looked at the TV and the first thing I saw was the footage of the second plane hitting the tower. And I knew what being attacked meant. That was the first day I actually watched the news. We watched it all day and that night. When they showed the firefighters putting an American Flag on some of the WTC debris, and the firefighters at the pentagon doing the same thing, I knew what it meant to be an American and to be proud of that flag for the first time in my life.

No one I know died that day, but I will never forget all the people that did die. I grew up a lot that afternoon. I knew what it felt like not to be safe, I knew what it meant to be proud of  the country I lived in.

It was 9 years ago, It was one week before I turned 9.  It was the day I started to not be a little kid anymore.

The rest of that week at school was spent just talking about it. Nothing else. All lesson plans we canceled. No one really cared about school for that little bit of time.

And then after those few day, we resumed life. We were all changed, yes. But we were not defeated. We moved on, we began to heal. We are still trying to fully heal as a country, but we will be ok.

The was a commercial that I will never forget. It simply showed a typical American street with houses. A title appeared over these houses that said “On September 11th, the terrorists wished to change America.” The screen faded to black then back in. It was the same street, but every house now had an American flag in the front year. The title read simply “They did.”

I’ve been busy being lazy and busy with school, but I will try to keep blogging at least once a week.

My first two days of school have been ok. The first day kinda sucked, but today was better.

I have two jobs this semester, I’m a Networking Leader and a Course Assistant for two classes.

I haven’t even met once of the Professors, I’m helping yet. So tomorrow, I’ll just walk into his class room and say, “Hi, I’m Lorrie and I’m your assistant.”

My classes seem like they’ll be ok. My computer Science class seems like its going to be super boring. I hope it gets better. But my physics class seems like it will be fine, but I really don’t know since we haven’t really been taught anything yet. English is…..well English. It should be fine, but the work load might be a bit much because I have other classes more important to my major.

Discrete Structures is….well I’m not even sure what it is. I don’t think it will be that hard and we already know when the tests will be and what they will be over. Differential Equations or DE seems like it will be fun. We haven’t started lessons yet, but I like the teacher. Dr. Ma’te.

Other than that I have a physics lab which won’t start until the week of Sept. 13 and I have lab from 3:20 ending at 5. That really sucks. But from what I heard you can typically finish the labs kinda early.

That’s all my classes. What I don’t like about Sophomore year so far is that most professors actually taught on the first day of classes. That’s a big change from last year.

Oh and parking is horrible. I’m ready for people to decide to stop coming to class. They always do. About a month into each semester the traffic around campus really slows. But for now I have to get to campus about an hour before I have anything to do.

This past weekend was good. We went up to the river and had a good time. I really enjoy spending time with my Mom’s best friends family.

MiniRant – This weekend I was climbing rusty scaffolding and I cut my knee. I got a tetanus shot. But to get my tetanus shot I had to get my mom to sign something and fax it to the school because I am not yet 18. I mean I turn 18 in less than a month. In 19 days in fact. But still I can’t sign anything. I am a sophomore in college, I drive a car, I am forced to spend my own money on stuff and yet, I can’t decide that I need a tetanus shot.  I think that the University should offer a thing to minors who are students, where one parent signature grants you permission to sign things for yourself, because nothing sucks more than to be told, you have to call home and have your mom fax her sign something.

Sorry it’s been so long. Hopefully I’ll talk again soon.

My past week has been spent in a pretty nerdy way. I’ve been mentoring at Math BootCamp.

On Monday, I got there early and got my nametag and heard some of the people talking about parking. I asked one of the professors about parking and they told me I had to go to parking a buy a pass. So I go and do that. When I get back, covered in sweat because it was so hot and humid, they realized I was a mentor and they were supposed to pay for my parking. But anyway, while the students were taking the pretest, we(the mentors) had to work out the pretest to make the answer key. We had an interesting time working all at stuff out. Then we went to lunch and had to lead all the students to the UC.That afternoon Dr. Dwiggins lectured and he gave us the answer key, but we sat in on the lecture. I slept some. We helped the students with the worksheet then we got to go home.

On Tuesday, We were given the answer key, but we didn’t attend the lecture. We went into the teachers lounge and sat and talked and looked through the worksheet. We had a good time just talking and joking around. Then we had to go help the students do the worksheet. It wasn’t bad and we got to leave early for lunch. I had a good time at lunch with Ryan and Kenya. That afternoon we went to the computer lab and I wanted to watch the lecture, but we had to turn on all the computers. So we do that. And then we sit and rest after turning on, logging on, and opening the internet on all the computers. All the computers had then turned off and we had to do it again. It was a loop for about an hour. But we did it. None of the students knew how to work the website and I was the only mentor who had used it before, so I had to teach everyone how to use it. It was a long hour and a half for me.

On Wednesday, I got there early to discover that about a quarter of the name tags had been stolen. We had to remake the name tags and once we had finished that we had to go work out the problems. They were hard problems. It was a long hour working on those. And we, the 8 of us, couldn’t finish it. It was so hard and annoying to have to work out all the problems and not know if we were right. But we survived and had the students work them out on the board for us. Then we had a little break for lunch and we sat in the lounge after lunch just talking and sort of napping and just having a good time. We did the computer lab again and I had to rush away so I could make it to the Rawson’s to tutor Mason on time.

After tutoring Mason, I hung out with Hunter and got dinner. We had a good time just talking and laughing and eating.

On Thursday, We got the answers worked out and everything, we sat in the lecture but it was kind of boring. We had a prize to give team of 3 that finished the worksheet the fastest and got them all right. The prize was a kit kat. I had to get a kit kat at lunch just because of this. The rest of the day was pretty much the same as the others.

On Friday, Dr. Faudree was the morning speaker. Dr. Faudree is commonly considered the most famous living mathematician. He wrote over 50 papers with Paul Erdos.  Paul Erdos is considered the best Mathematician in recent history, and in the math world you are given an Erdos number based on how closely you worked with Erdos. If you wrote a paper with him, you got a number 1. If you wrote with someone who wrote with him, you got a 2. And so on. Dr. Faudree has a number of 1. I wrote on the board with Dr. Faudree. I have an Erdos number of 2. I think that’s pretty cool.

At lunch the professors have been sitting with the mentors so Dr. Faudree sat with us as well. He was eating Taco Bell. It was the strangest thing to me that this super intelligent man was eating Taco Bell. Well, not only did he eat tacos but he did that thing you have to do when you eat a taco. You know, the taco breaks and you have to use your hand to stuff the rest of it in your mouth. It was so bizarre to see that coming from a man like him.

Oh, and also on Friday, It was decided for me that I would get a Second Major in math. I like Math and it is only 2 more classes, so why not? I feel confident in this decision.(Even though I didn’t make it.)

Friday afternoon was a computer science lecture that I sat in on. It was so much fun. We got to see 2 of the 10 best innovations of 2010. It was so cool. I’d describe them, but I think they are still secret. After the Boot Camp got out, I hung around and helped Dr. Haddock, my Calc I professor and the one who got me this job, shred some stuff and all that kind of stuff.

My week was fun, but totally random and weird.

Oh yea, and Nerdy.

So, I was at dinner with Hunter and on the radio came a song by Shakira.

I said “I don’t like her.”

Hunter asked “Why?”

I thought for a few moments and said “I don’t like how manly her voice is and I don’t like how she says ‘Shakira’ in her songs.”

Hunter then pointed out that Lady GaGa and other people who I like also say their names in their songs.

I agreed with him and said “Well, It must be her manly voice I don’t like. That and her personality from TV.”

That is an acceptable answer for Hunter.

Then a Pat Benatar song came on and I said “I love this song.”

Hunter said “Pat Benatar has a manly singing voice.”

I thought for a moment and had to agree.

Then it hit me.

The truth behind why I hate Shakira.

She is objectifying women.

I know that saying this will not make me a popular person. But it’s how I feel, she does her but little hip shaking dances.

I am apparently a feminist.

I love that at a Math Camp 5 of 8 mentors are females in a male field. I love it.

I feel that women like Shakira make all the work I strive to do worthless.

Women who want to be taken seriously and professionally have to work even harder then men do.

And people like Shakira make me so angry because they don’t seem to care that all men care about is their sex appeal.

You say Shakira to most people and what pops into their heads is hip shaking, not a song or a message. Just slutty outfits and slutty dancing.

It saddens me that the image of what a woman should be is Shakira. Shakira is not a good example of a strong woman. She may be a strong woman, I’m not saying she isn’t . But what I am saying is that her public image is not good. She is making little girls have an impossible standard to live up to and making men think that is what a woman should be.

And I don’t agree.

My last few days have revolved around nothing but filling out a scholarship application and helping a podcast change websites.

Scholarship first. The scholarship is a really good one. I don’t know if I’ll get it, but I’m going to try my best. The application is really long and so in depth and I don’t know how to answer the questions.  There are 11 parts to it and I have done 6 and 1/2 of them. I’m over half of the way done, but I have so much left.

I’m worried about that.

Now for the fun part of my recent days. I’ve been helping PotterCast change over to the new website. It’s so cool that I’m now staff of a podcast that I love and have loved for a while.

It was a fairly monotonous task that I did for about 3 days straight. Just copy paste, copy paste, copy paste, test link, paste. Paste a few more times then publish. And Repeat.

But now the site is live and after all that work, it was worth it. And my obsession with Harry Potter has come to the forefront of my mind again and I love it.

I’ve been listening to Deathly Hallows on CD recently and am currently in Chapter 8.

And in other randomness from my life, I talked with Monica today for the first time in a little while. She’s in Paraguay now and has been for about a week. We had a nice little chat and I’m glad she’s having a good time. But I’m looking forward to when she gets back so we can lay around talking all day doing nothing. That’s one of things I love most about friends. Just doing nothing together and enjoying every second of it.

I’m ready for the week to start. I need to see the parent of my student soon, because they forgot to put my name on the pay to the order of spot on the check and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to cash it.  I should see them again Monday so they can get me a new check or cash since my mom wrote my name on the check. I hate doing stuff like that, what am I supposed to say, “Sir, I hate to be a bother, but on my check you didn’t write my name. Can you write me a new one?”

I’m not good a business confrontations. But I guess I’m going to have to become good it.

Oh and random funny story from like 2 months ago. My mom’s best friends husband was telling a story about when he went to buy a soda from a gas station. The cashier almost knocked over his drink and told him that he was lucky that none of it spilled on the machine. She said if it did he would have had to pay $10000 to get it fixed. He said “You’re smokin’ CRACK!” let me tell you, the way he said that…. too funny. We laughed about that again today.



So, I’m now done with Cal 3. I don’t know my grade yet, but I feel confident.

It’s funny how just 2 months ago you could have shown me this:


And my response would have been, “Say What?”

Now I know that that is how you find a volume. And If you were to fill in limits I could solve it.

That being said, I had to spend all summer in math classes. But I suppose it was worth it.

I don’t know for sure what I got in the class, but it’s at least a B. And Monday, Math BootCamp starts. So that will be 6 hours a day, 5 days a week tutoring for two weeks. It will also be $600.

$100 will be made while I eat food that they are paying for. That’s pretty awesome.

The only thing that really sucks about it is that it is the exact same stuff as last year, when I attended as a student. So I will probably get bored(again) and I might fall asleep during the Earth Sciences lecture(again).

But hey, at least I’m not starting school yet. All the Public Schools in the area start classes on monday, but I still have 3 weeks of no school. But I really only get one week off.

Now on for some randomness:

I think the best complement I ever got was from a 6 year old little boy named Will. He is cousins with some of my closest friends. I helped him out a few times during the day up at the river about a month ago. I helped him get his water wings off. I also poured him some tea. Later on it the day I gave him a ride on the four wheeler and pushed him on the swing.

He really didn’t know who I was besides that Macey, who is his cousin and was playing with him, knew me and that my name is Lorrie. When his family was about to leave, he looked up at me as said “Bye, Lorrie. You’re a nice lady.”

Talk about melting my heart. He’s such a sweet little boy and no one made him say that too me. I could tell that he really meant it. Little kids give the best complements because they really mean them. So many times when older people give you a complement it’s because they have to, but little kids just say what they feel.

I love kids. I love kids movies too.

Last night, when I was supposed to be studying for my final, I watched The Emperor’s New Groove and Kronk’s New Groove.

Kronk’s New Groove was ok, but no where near as good as The Emperor’s New Groove.

The Emperor’s New Groove is just so funny. That’s all there is too it.

I’m getting a bit tired of getting up early, going to class, doing homework, studying, finally getting home at about 10:30 AM. Sitting at the computer and just about ready to sit and do nothing until I leave to go tutor Mason, and my older, married, sister is just waking up and wants me to take her somewhere. She doesn’t seem to realize that our roles have switched from when we were kids. I used to bug her and want her to do stuff with me. I gave up and am now happy with my own life, but now she’s the one who wants me to run all over the place with her.

I’m also tired of her acting like I’m a horrible person because I don’t want to take the money that I EARN and spend it on food for her from McDonalds. She got angry that I went to McDonalds without her. I asked if she wanted to go and she said that she didn’t have money so I said, “Ok, See you when I get back.”

And she got pissed at me.

But she will be moving away with her husband soon, and at that point my life should be a bit more stress free. Although, I will be in school.

Well, I suppose that’s all for now.