Movies a waste, I think so

As I look around my room at all the movies I have accumulated over the years I think what a waste of time. I see all of the Underworlds, the Ever Afters and the Peter Pans and I think… How could I have wasted so much time on this? I think what is so interesting about something that ends the same way. The film on the screen is not my life, so why should I care what happens to it. If I want something to happen I have to go out and get it, not watch a move and hope it will happen. I think the things in my life are there for a reason and it is, because I worked to get them. Films do nothing for me, because they do nothing for my life.

Grandma went to the emergency room.

My grandma took an ambulance to St Mary’s tonight. She was in bed all day and when she got up for some water she collapsed. She was at the sink and she started to wobble. I rushed to steady her and ended up caching her. She seemed to be fatigued, but ok. She got up and was able to stand. I went away for a second and had to rush to her before she collapsed. This time she was out and not responding. I called for dad to get ambulance. “Call 911 Grandma collapsed twice,” I said. Dad rushed to her side. He was silent and in shock. I urged again and waited for his approval. I got it, a single nod. I rushed to the phone and punched in those dreaded numbers. I called 911.

Is grandma Ok

I don’t think my grandma is well. She didn’t get up like she always dose. Grandma is normally up with the sun and feeding the cats. On a regular day I can see her making breakfast for my dad and me. Today, she didn’t make breakfast for herself and is still in bed. Something out of the ordinary occurred today like complaining or lack there of. I normally hear her complain about everything. I hear her complain about how late I got home, the cats scratching at her door and the makeup on my face. Today she was silent. I had makeup on from the night before and not a word from her mouth. She simply complained of a headache and went to bed. My grandma never gets headaches and if she dose she never complains about it. Something is wrong.

Hooter’s from hell

The higher brain functions have ceased to function and it is impossible to continue on calculus. There is still writing, because it doesn't take much brain power to translate thoughts into words. The truth is any idiot can do it so I can join the idiots for a period of time. I don't need to think, but just express my opinion.

I traveled to Hooter's for my first time and it was pretty much breast and more breast. I am not referring to chicken, but the dress of the waitresses. It is entirely degrading to women. The place is there purely for eye candy of the guests, because it isn't the food that draws the crowds.

The food was horrible. I had a tenderloin sandwich that tasted like rubber and had about the same texture as a tire. I could have done without the fries, because they over cooked and the equivalent to cement. I would have had a better meal if I had gone to McDonald's. It would have been gourmet compared to the cardboard I ate at Hooters.

The atmosphere was interesting to say the least. It was packed, but the low level of formality reduced the appeal. If I go to a restaurant I want to be taken to a table and not a "sit where ever you like". Formalities are there to add respectability to a place and this place doesn't have any. The waitresses have shirts that are much too small for them and shorts that are only suited for a beach. This place plays on the lack of a shirt and has a song about it. This song was sung during my presents and lacked any creativity. My IQ was reduced, because I experienced this place. The only thing that was of any intellectual merit was my company.

The company was pleasant. I endured this hell hole for my sister and her, new man, Matt. It was a group of four that included Joyce, Matt, Megan and me. I went to meet Matt, who had just flown in from Washington State. Matt's sister, Megan, and I met up at McDonald's and then went to Hooters. Once meeting Matt and my sister introductions were made and conversation was started. I was able to instantly see the sibling connection between Megan and Matt, because they fought like brother and sister. This was fun to watch, because I don't fight with my sister. The two of us simply observed the drama that unfolded and it was some sight. I never saw two people argue so much in a pleasant kind of picking on each other sort of way. This did make the place bearable and the experience over all a positive one. I still never wish to go to Hooter's ever again unless the company is exceptional and I don't have any taste buds left.

Physics in a thousand word nutshell

Physics is a broad topic in a single word. "The whole of science is nothing more than a refinement of everyday thinking." Albert Einstein. Now try to explain it in an essay of only 1000 words and by the way everyone must understand it. Is it impossible? No but nearly. Use examples. Yes, it is essential. Know about the topic myself. Defiantly a necessity!

To write

To write is my way to express myself. I enjoy putting my thoughts to paper and clearing my head of the day’s troubles. There isn’t any pressure on me. My Blog is my own. I could write about multi colored dildos and no one would care. This is my forum, no one reads it and I am ok with that. I’m not being jugged and I don’t need to do what is expected of me. My life has too many burdens to care what people think. I will simply be Linda and go where ever that takes me.