My Little World: Does This Make Me A Dictator?

I do NOT appologize for the content of this site...because I put it there for a reason. With the thought of a tear in my eye; Stephanie Teig

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Results Of Boredom

Results of boredom...creating your own web page...thus...need I say more?

A Summer Bummer

So...it's the end of June, really hot outside today, and all I have to cool me off is a nice cold beverage and a mini-fan. :P That's right! Temporarily, we have no air conditioning. I repeat...NO AIR CONDITIONING! Assuming that I don't sweat to death, i'll keep everything on here up to date.

Might I Recomend...

It's summer. It's hot outside....yes...hot in Minnesota, and people need something to do. Well, I would like to recomend the simple, enjoyable bike ride. This is a great choice as a summertime activity because it not only gives you a work out, but you are also getting fresh air, and maybe even a nice tan.

Fact:

Fact: To be truly healthy, a person is supposed to have exposure to the sun for at least 20 minutes each day.

Just A Thought...

This is just a thought...but, wouldn't the world be better if we "took care of" all the negitive images that we are constantly surrounded by? If we eliminate the following things, I think our society would be a lot better.
1. Reality TV Shows
2. Britney Spears
3. Golf...(not mini-golf....just golf)
4. Groupies
5. Any movie staring/or featuring Leonardo DeCaprio
6. Tele-tubies
7. SPAM
8. Monica Lewinsky
9. The thought of aliens from other planets
10. Soap Operas

A Poetic Moment

Here lies my puddle.
My dirty, grimy puddle.
Gleaming in the night.
In the gleaming, grey, gloomy light.
Like a bowl of chocolate pudding.
I hope I don't lose my footing.
The scent of dirt is upon my shoe.
This is my secret rendezvous.
I hear my puddle as something drops.
Ripples form upon the top.
Slowly, I turn away.
To come again another day.
Something faster than I could tell,
Whipped me around, and then I fell.
My puddle, that I was heading straight for,
SPLASH! My puddle is no more.
I walked off into a night in spring.
In my head, memories ring.
Memories of my puddle, how it tickled my toes.
The puddle that's now all over my clothes.

What To Do?

At some point in everyone's life they have to decide what they want to be doing for the rest of their life. Congratulations to me! I'm at that point. Here's my problem. I'm very interested in psychology. I want to know why people behave the way that they do. However, I enjoy (and am good at) designing and making handbags. Another problem arises when my hobby is unleashed. I also like to (and once again, am good at) writing poetry and short stories. Design comes naturally to me, so does writing...but psychology is really interesting. What should I do?