Ohh myyy

Ladies and Gents, we have a serious problem on our hands.

...i dont mean that litterally in case you are curiously inspecting your hands..

I am talking about..something that the whooole world is going through. Two words.

Global. Warming.

Its everywhere!!!

The evidence sits apon our rooftops, watching, waiting to fall apon innocent passerbys:

You can tell we have a large case of global warming here. It falls onto our tables and covers everything:

Tea parties are absalutely un-heard of, without Global Warming inviting itself:

It creeps up on little tinkly things and freezes them:

THEN it just plops itself down on our steps!!! the nerve i tell you! and im sure it plans to stay awhile:

The lives of children all over the world are affected, and they stare in despair out at the global-warming-ness.:

They look out in desperation, not knowing how to handle this monster.:

The effects are disasterous, it causes them to run in fright, and gives them a poor taste in shoes:

They run this way and that, in their poorly tasted shoes. This
Global warming is oft causing confusion:

Besides melting the polar bears homes, and causing major heating spells as you see in the above pictures, this layer of global warming has come on so thick, that it causes the children to fall over when running in fright, as you also have seen in the above pictures:

the horror!!!

Well I'm sorry if this put you in an emotional state of mind, and I Do hope that unlike the polar bears, your houses ARENT melting. I realize no-one is sure what to do, and what kind of action should be taken to help prevent this global warming, but I ASSURE you, that action shall be taken!!!!!

-a few days later-:

-shayla stands out in the midst of the global warming, wand in hand, ready to take it on-

person 1: (shouts) ''you dont have to do this deary! we can just pour giant ice-cubes all over the earth and hope for the best!''

shay: (dramatically) ''no! i have to do this! for our town..for our country...FOR EARTH!!''

person 2: ''i hope your equipped with sun-screen, it must feel like a desert out there.''

shay: (like the brave girl she is) ''im as ready as i'll ever be, stand back!!!''

this post is by shay (me)

dont try this at home folks,

coome onn;) you cant say you werent expecting this can you?

well... ?????????

so..what is one to write, when one has nothing to write about..? Well i guess that's not entirely true, because here i am writing about not having anything to write about. That's pretty much the same thing as not having anything to write about, right? Honestly, my journal is all down in this blog, and will not be written in until i go back to Finland. Or someplace that holds enough interest to write about.. I admire you Davis Sorenson.. You like...turn things such as getting a cup of tea, into an amazing story..for those of you who dont know Davis, i think he's one of the followers up top..and you should definitely go to his blog and read the amazingness within. My life isn't interesting... I am just a regular person..i think.. I tell you, your going to have to give me a topic or something, and im not even sure if that would work hahaaa, maybe when i start driving i'll have some hilarious tales about cops. or something. haha. well. when it's summer i'll take up photography, and you can all gaze at the pictures that will obviously be incredible since i took them. Well i am tottally in awe of myself not being able to come up with anything, and so therefore am now lost for words. good day

The USA, New York Airport

.....wow, after Sweden I just realized, sitting here in the New York airport... Americans have a really dull and bothersome dress code. Not the service people or w.e, I'm talking about the people-people. Davis your right, I am getting culture shock already:P

ugh. I'm going to miss the good fish over there. Haha, I bet you all miss me over there in Sweden and Finland... you know it from the heart lol. (inside joke)

Inside joke: not meaning a joke that is only to be told inside, but a joke that is known between a group of friends, and is only humorous to those who know the origin of the joke, or to those who like to laugh at jokes they do not understand, so as not to feel like a fool. Until someone ask's them something about the joke, and they stutter and stumble, and thereby, feel like a fool.



-ANYYYWAY-

this next post will be a list of distasteful things that I have seen since arriving in the US.



ShaylaRose

hates big sandals

detests floppy hats

abominates dull-colored clothing

abhors huge cheesburgers

loathes hippie flower patterns

disrelishes too-big-of portions

dislikes people who will do anything to create drama

as if the people themselves arent dramatic enough.

depricates the sound R's make here

DID I MENTION I HATE BIG SANDALS?!

rejects thick-flip-flops

distains big tennis shoes

looks down nose at longlong fingernails

...especially painted ones...

scorns how it's like a crime to be different in looks here

has no use for fake-obvious looking highlights

AHHH HATES TIE-DIED CLOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

derides the color maroon

disgusts platform heels!

repudiates how guys wear shirts that say ''tough guys wear pink.''

looks down contempsiously on grandmas that pack on make-up

im telling you ladies, it gives me a fright.

eschews how African-American airport workers 98% of the time have an attitude

is bothered when people wear dis-colored hose

detests big walkie talkies

also detests how people actually use them! who do you think you are? G.I.Joe?

frowns apon gauchos!

HATES BIG FAT SANDALS!

wrinkles her nose at tourist dress-code

cries her eyes out at the non-seaside-ness

is EXTREMELY bothered that most grandmas have short, curly, died hair

is annoyed by sandals that try to pose as tennisshoes

blows her nose at the gangster look

longs to yank longlong hair apon a guys head

digusted by girls who just wont accept that they're not guys

stresses apon pants that are clearly too short

disturbed by people who slump in their chair or slouch when walking

thats only acceptable if your a hunchback, people! ..or old and cannot
help it that your back insists on bending all the time

OH AND I HATE clothing that advertise stupid things like
''cutie'' or '' i <3>



shayla
hates fanny packs.




O_o




might as well have just said that i hate America lol.



this post is again by me, and i realize that hate is indeed a strong word, however, no big sandals,
floppy hats, dull color-coded clothing, huge cheeseburgers, hippie flower-patterns, too big of portions, people who do anything to create drama, the sounds R's make, thick flip-flops, tennis-shoes, short hair, long,long fingernails, (especially painted ones), fake-obvious looking highlights, tie-dyed clothing, the color maroon, platform heels, shirts that say ''tough guys wear pink'', grandmas with frightening make-up, african american airport workers with an attitude, people wearing discolored hose, big walkie-talkies, people who actually use them, gauchos, people who look like tourists, the non-seaside ness, grandmas that have short curly died hair, sandals trying to pose as tennis shoes, gangters, guys with longlong hair, girls who think theyre guys, clearly too short of pants, people who slump while walking or sitting, shirts that say stupid things like cutie, OR fanny packs-were harmed during the writing of the journal, or the creation of this blog-post.

ShayStuff...is back! :)

Good day ladies and gentlemen, and not-so-gentle-men. People always forget to include those guys. Well well. I have ignored my blog long enough. Today, after finishing a lesson in science, my ears were well perked, and I heard a verrrry perculiar sound. And its name was my journal! Well my journal, it appears, has been hibernating, and woke up early. So here I am with my journal, that STILL has un-posted posts. Dreadful-I know. You, my dear readers, are going to have to go aaaaaaall the way to the last post that was posted, all those many months ago, so you can keep up with what I am about to post. You see, what I'm writing this very moment Isn't the main post, it's the post-post. Understand? So, pause here, and if you will, go back to the post before this post, so as to not get confuddled when I begin reffering to that post in this post. So when I begin this post by saying, ''So that last page made alot of sense huh?,'' you shall know by the nonsense on the previous post, that I am talking about it. Alrighty. Here I go.
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So that last page made alot of sense huh. But it's okay, cause not everthing makes sense, and if you think it should, I have no idea why you're still reading this, after all the non-sensical items written previously. OH. I might add that I am now in the US of A :) Why yesss the airplane ride was good.. as far as you know hah 0_0 . I slept for maybe..3 hours like right when I got in the plane. And then after I woke up, I figured out what not eating breakfast and sleeping through lunch can do.

Well you see, this is how it all went from the moment of awakening. I had the privelage of sitting in the very first row of the plane, right hand side beside the window, and also beside two middle-aged ladies, one with orange-red hair, and the one beside me had purple-red hair. Nothing unusual about this right? Perfectly normal passengers I assure you. SO. I woke up..and I didn't feel so fantastic hah. I hadn't eaten, and so I started eating a small bag of trail-mix that was convieniently placed inside my backpack. ...Then I really felt like I was going to throw up. That has nothing to do with what I think of trail-mix by the way. So I got up to find the RR, feeling shaky. Of course there are curtains seperating the seats and the rest-room part of the plane. I stumbled behind the curtains, then, I turned around.

Turning around while having dizzy-moments is not a very smart thing to do, But you probably will understand that my brain wheels weren't exactly grinding, they were more like.. flopping lame little summersaults and oozing all over the place in landing. So understanding that, you might understand when I tell you that in all the exciting hubbub of turning around, and having my brain failing at attempting gymnastics, I became very groggy, and the floor became very close. AKA, fainting. on the floor. in the space beside the restrooms where food and drinks are kept. I remember my eyes being open..and feeling sooo tired, even after a 3 hour nap... and I remember shutting my eyes... and I remember a Malaysian stewerdess walking around the curtain, ...and ruining it all. :(

The Malaysian people helped me up, Although I was so comforatable. But I forgave them for distrupting my peace, because they gave me a sandwich, orange juice, and hot chocolate:)
So, I went back to my seat, feeling quite akward, because very few people fall onto the floor in a faint without the company of a big boom, and I was not one of those very few people. Luckily I sat in the front of the plane, and didn't have to walk past abunch of people. Unluckily for me, the people I DID sit by, were very nosy.

As i took my seat, I became very aware that the two color-happy ladies were peering at me. ''Peering is rude,'' I almost said. But I didn't. Then, the lady beside me turned towards me, and asked me if I was okay. ''Yeah,'' I said. Then, the questions came. ''SO, why do you think you fainted? O_o <---- (peering face) ... Me: ''Probably cause I didn't eat anything today.'' Her: ''OH? What did you do last night? Were you at a PARTY??'' Me, trying to get in a word, n-no... Her, obviously paying no attention to my answer: ''DID you have too much to DRINK??'' My thoughts: '' Lady, YOUR the one with the purple hair.''
Me: ''no, the reason I fainted was cause I slept through lunch.'' She seemed satisfied with that answer, and no longer hampered me about parties, and I didn't try to press a who drank what arguement.


this post is by me, and I'm not sorry if it in any way offended you, or caused you alarm, because this is how i write, and i enjoyed writing every bit of it:)
-shay-