Vine VS. Instagram.


In case you’ve slept through the last 24 hours you’ve probably heard of the new phenomenon. Well, it’s not really a phenomenon due to its obviously stolen features but Team Facebook (Instagram) just launched video Instagramming, which was released yesterday. Whereas Team Twitter (Vine) has been out for roughly half a year.
I admit, at first, I was excited about this Insta Video thing. Instagram is pretty legit;  little square photos that you can add filters too, rotate, brighten, and blur is great. Outstanding really. Being a partner with Facebook isn’t too shabby either.
Vine on the other hand was ahead of the pack to begin with in the video sense. I first heard about it in April and downloaded it right away. It’s 100% video. No special editing, just a quick 6 seconds, and POW you’ve got a clip. It’s extremely user friendly and has a simple (and that’s all you need) layout. If you fuck up, just exit and start over.

Here’s where the trouble came along, Instagram now has videos. Go figure. You know the Facebook Corporation just can’t let someone else have a little glory. The reason I was so excited to start off with was because I enjoy Instagram. The video capability has two unique features: filters and a cover photo. Both pretty sweet if you ask me but after messing around with it for a few hours last night. That’s really about it.
It has 15 seconds rather than 6. You might be saying, but that’s better; it’s longer! No. Six seconds on Vine is the perfect amount of time. Sure, on Vine, you could use 7 or 8 seconds once in a blue moon but six is clearly the golden number and its working. 15 on Insta is way too long. My biggest and most prominent complain with Insta Video is this: I made and messed with about 10-12 videos last night. I think I “posted” seven. Funny thing is the fucker wouldn’t “process.” So all that time that I took to conjure up a video, make it perfect with lighting, voice, and look..they never proceed! Man was I pissed.
Maybe I’m just going on my first impressions but first impressions are the only ones that really matter right? The bottom line is: Instagram = Photos, Vine = Videos, and while I’m at it Twitter = Hashtags and Facebook is just jealous that the world is evolving.
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He Loves Me. He Loves me Not.

I’ve been seeing a good handful of promise ring photos circulating my news feeds the last couple of weeks. I’ve never understood the point of them. Do you really need to give a promise ring to promise what, loyalty? Being faithful? Shouldn’t that be a given? I guess I just always figured that’s what morals were for.

Maybe a promise ring is like “Hey, will you stay being my girlyfriend until I decide if I want to be committed to you?” I mean, come on what the fuck? 
What’s your definition of an engagement? To me an engagement ring is just a courteous way to give yourself time to plan the big shindig and to give everyone you know a heads up about the celebration.  If your going to give a per-engagement ring than please humor me, what’s the point? Do you send out notices letting all of your family and friends know that you might get engaged one day? Well hunny, we all might.  
You either love someone or you don’t. If you’re that insecure where you need a promise ring after three months than maybe you should reevaluate your brain functionality. 
And besides, if you were just to skip to an engagement ring like the majority of the population, there are no laws against breaking off an engagement. If someone returns a PR, you’ll still say you’re girlfriend broke up with you not your “more than a girlfriend but not yet a fiancé.” 
I do think rings are appropriate for different reasons. Say your marine is getting deployed and gives you a ring that is inscribed “Love you always.” That’s not a PR that’s just a heartfelt gift letting you know that he’ll always love you.
That being said, it’s the thought that counts and I’m not against gift or jewelry giving, I guess it just seems humorous especially when adults make the “kind of” commitment. 
Kids these days. 

Brother, Comrade, Friend.

Throughout my entire life, I’ve always considered my middle brother to be my best friend. I’ve had friends come and go throughout the years just like anyone else but a sibling can never be replaced. We can tell each other anything and everything without judgment. We quite clearly lead separate lives in separate cities with separate directions but we always have each other.
Yesterday we went on a long overdue spontaneous road trip to the cities. What for? To shop at IKEA! I’ll leave out the nauseating details of a great day with my kid brother but I was reminded of so many happy and positive things in my life while hanging out with him yesterday. He’s so down to earth and is able to ground even the most “strung out on stress” person. There’s a sense of intoxication from being able to laugh and share memories for hours and hours. Music blasting and laughing until we cry makes everything else in the world temporarily disappear. Any doubts about how shitty the slowly creeping days of our existence are moving by, slowly evaporates as soon as we are together. I think we were both reminded that we have each other. Reminiscing about the past and updating the present is proof that the future has so much to offer for both of us.

It’s so easy to build a positive character when you have someone to turn to. I need to remember to live my life in the way that I want to and not let others hold me back. If someone scowls because I’m having the time of the life, I shouldn’t be allowed to let that get to me anymore. I’ve so easily become a mummy among everyone else, putting each person I come in contact with before myself and although that’s my nature; I still deserve to live the way that makes me happy as well.  I came to a realization yesterday on why some people may not have a positive outlook about me and I intend to change that. While there are instances that I have no control over, I want people to see me for who I am; for who Nick sees me and knows me as, not the person that you think I am. I’ve pushed myself so far into the back that it was so easy for persons to develop false opinions of me. So, here goes nothing.

Nightlife.

I know I’m not the typical 23 year old. I haven’t really gotten into the party every weekend phase or bar hop until the city is spinning chapter of the classic 20-something. Actually, I’ve only been to the bar probably five times in my legally adult life. I’m not complaining nor am I bragging. I’ll have a few drinks here and there, I’ll have some fun, and I can let my hair down but it’s usually just at home. I admit that I wonder what it’d be like. I wonder what it’s like to have no cares in the world even just for one night of dancing with friends. I think the largest thing that I “wonder” about is the lifestyle. The friends, the memories, and the unaware state of inebriation. Waking up hungover is a giant damper on the lifestyle so many people choose and I’m not asking for that but I can honestly say that I don’t have those friends, I don’t have those memories, and I definitely don’t have that yearned for excitement.
I suppose if I want to over-analyze the situation, there are two significant reasons why I chose the “work work work and stay home on the weekends” route. The largest reason is friends, acquaintances, or whatever you’d like to call them. I went in direction A while everyone else chose direction B. This is partially my blame because I chose certain things or people over others but it also takes two to tango and everyone evolves in separate ways. Another obvious rationale is money. Of course, money! I’ve always had a decent job and bills but somehow I’ve never had enough money to blow $50-$100 in one sitting of binge drinking. $15 at Happy Harry’s and some good music on my Apple Mac tends to be my solution to a break from life.

I don’t really know what the point of this post is. It’s becoming more of an observation than anything I suppose. Of course, I wish I had those moments and memories with lifelong friends that so many others have but I’m still young and I still have time to have fun. As we all know an eventful night of fun doesn’t always have to consist of drinking but it’s just the way of life us northerners have come to adopt due to lack of activities and imagination around the area. 

Check Up.

I don’t write as nearly often as I should and as I planned on. Sure, I have topics to discuss but it almost always seems like a nuisance to pull out the laptop. I’m tip tap typing in my phone and it’s just a pain the the ass. 
I’ve been focusing on a personal goal recently circling all around the book I’m writing. It’s currently under wraps and I haven’t decided upon a date to release any information on it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very proud of what I’m doing but I also want this to be something I successfully finish thus the waiting period.  
A few topics I’d like to give a extremely brief who-ha to: 
1. Gay Marriage in Minnesota! A congratulatory hooray for the LBGT community is much deserved! Everyone is and should be entitled to openly express their love for another person. I mean Christ, if Mormons can have multiple wives than why can’t a lesbian have just one?
2. Boston, West, and Moore. Although thankfully none are related, all are tragic. My heart goes out to the victims, the families, and the on-lookers. I couldn’t imagine anything even remotely similar to ever happen and I just pray that time will heal all wounds and happy memories will fill the holes in broken hearts. 
3. Jodi Arias Trial. Thank The Lord above that it’s almost over. It appeared to be the most publicly drawn out annoyance since Casey Anthony. Unfortunately Anthony was found innocent; but I’m very pleased with the jury to rule a guilty plea for the obnoxiously manipulative Arias. I have conflicting views on the death penalty in comparison to popular opinion but knowing that she’s not physically free roaming the streets will suffice for me. 
4. Since I’ve been so poorly keeping my blog updated, remember to follow me on Twitter at my handle: @orianoelle 
I suppose that’s all for now. ✌

Heels. High, High Heels.

So, I’ve been working on finding motivating things to get me going; to get me happy and healthy. I think I’ve found it! Heels. Really, heels? 
I don’t really go shopping much for a few different reasons. There’s the obvious, I’m broke and than there is the still obvious but not so prominent; nothing fits. But you know what always fits? Shoes. I went to Payless on an outing with my mom yesterday and tried on about five pairs of heels. Now, keep in mind, I don’t “do” heels. Never have and said I never will but I think that may change. I loved them!!
I probably look like a tom-boy trying to walk in them but I love the way they look in the mirror. From the bottom up, heels look sophisticated. They show confidence and a sense of sexuality.
Heels I fell In Love With – Payless
Even though I loved the way they looked, I realized that I kind of look silly wearing them with my body frame and I don’t think I’d want to fall down in them looking the way I do. So this morning, I went through my magazines and cut-out about twenty pairs of heels and models wearing them. I want to wear them and feel as confident and beautiful as the people in the photos. I’m not foolish. I’m not going to aim to look like those models. I have no desire to do that. To be honest, most of them look scary skinny and I have no need in the world to reach for something like that. I want to feel beautiful and to feel beautiful; I need to gain confidence in my appearance again. 
So here’s to something to reach for; high heels!

Yes, I’m Pro-Life.

It’s come to my attention that I’m the underdog in the opinions about the abortion bills passed in North Dakota recently. When I say underdog, I don’t have any statistics to base that off of. I’m simply comparing my views to the majority of the views I see in my social media feed. If you know anything about me, you probably already know what I have to say about the topic. 
It’s been a few weeks now and although the discussion has quieted down on Facebook and Twitter; the topic is still highly alive around the state and country. I have to first express a sigh of relief to myself. I’m used to facing controversy head on and throwing my opinion into the burning barrel like everyone else. People start to hate each other and everyone gets pissy and deletes half of their friends list for a few weeks. Believe it or not, I kept my mouth shut this time around. Not because I didn’t want to stand up for what I believe in but because many people are so arrogant and quite frankly I wasn’t up for a bitch-fest discussion.
I want to first clear the air and note that I fully respect that other people have opinions. Opinions are a very valuable thing in the world we live in. Without an opinion, you are invisible. Of course, I cherish my opinions and I usually feel very strongly about them. I do my research before I’m ready to state an opinion because I want to be able to back myself up and just like anyone else, you’ll probably die trying to change my thoughts. The thing is, even though I support differing opinions and I firmly stand my ground, you will not change me and I’m not about to change anyone myself. I simply want others to know my train of thought and accept that rather than throwing the name blame game card or being unreasonable derogatory just to get attention. 
Now everyone knows the ins and outs of the legality of abortion. What is and what isn’t. Who decides and who cares about what. We all know this information so I’m not going to bother repeating it and bore you to death. The purpose of this post is to let you know in the simplest form how I feel about the topic. So, here it goes.
There are so many, SO MANY people in the country let alone world that can not conceive or have problems carrying babies to term. This is the baseline of why I can’t comprehend aborting a child. What are your reasons for aborting? Too much fun last month and you fucked up? What’s more fucked up is throwing a miracle down the drain. 
Before you freak out, I want to mention that if a mothers life is in danger and/or there is a rape case in the hands of the topic than the entire situation is different and I truly can’t base a good opinion on that subject. As I have never been raped and I’ve never been in danger of my life, I can not honestly form a solid thought. I personally think that it would be a case by case basis. 
Although I don’t know the numbers on rape verses just not wanting a baby; I wouldn’t think that the ratio is that close. In assuming which is a terrible thing to do; I’d assume that a larger majority of abortions are done because the baby is just plain not wanted. That’s a rotten excuse to kill. 
What it comes down to is that I personally have always wanted to be a “mommy.” I’ve wanted to be a mother since I was a little girl and as I get older and want a family more and more every day, I couldn’t fathom getting pregnant and not wanting it. I don’t care if you are 17 at prom, 20 at a college party, or 32 and successful; abortion shouldn’t be the solution to your problem. 
What’s wrong with adoption? Are you afraid you’ll get fat? Get over it. I have zero empathy for women that have had abortions and suffer from depression after the fact. You chose to end that life. You chose it, so you have no right to cry about it. 
In conclusion, I’m not here for an argument or discussion on the topic. This is my opinion and you have the right to respect it or not respect it but just know that if you can’t value that someone has a differing opinion than yours than don’t bother getting upset when someone goes postal on your ass for supporting something so inhumane.

“Funny how the people that are pro-abortion were allowed to be born themselves.”

The Resurrection.

I’m taking a dip in the blogging atmosphere again. I contemplated to just start a brand new one and pretend this one didn’t exist but what’s the point? This blog is literary proof that the year 2012 happened. It’s a visual recollection of my memories; of my opinions and thoughts. I’ve briefly read a few of my past posts. I don’t regret a single thing I’ve said due to the fact that I’m proud of myself and for pushing through many things. Most of the things I pushed through in 2012 weren’t written down for the world to see, rather it was coded within messages in each post. Some were obvious, others were not. 
I love writing  I love expression, and I praise everyone who does so in whichever form they will. It’s March now, about four months since I’ve last written. And while I firmly stand behind anything written last year; this year I have been trying to work on a few things. There was some controversy with a select handful of biased people which ultimately led me to stop writing. Those people have one sided thoughts and refuse to see the truth in life because they’ve been lied to their entire lives. Of course, this is just my opinion but I’ve decided that those particular peoples opinions are rather useless to me. Second, I’ve been trying to become an outwardly better person. Thinking more positively hasn’t come easy and through my future posts, I’ll try to be more upfront with underlying topics. I still find that I’m a very judgmental person but in the last few months, I think before I speak. My mom pointed out a few months ago that it might be good if I tune in to my filter system. Think before you speak and if you still feel the same way after taking a second to think, than go ahead. Say it. 

Pain In The Neck.

I had my first chiropractor experience today and have decided this is going to be a long long journey. My necks been hurting since my accident and I finally went in to see what the issue was. They cracked me like crazy today and took a few X-Rays. I have no idea of the terminology but there is a disc or bone or joint?  in my neck that is rotated and it shouldn’t be. It’ll be about a month before it will be back to normal with weekly visits. On another hand, my hips are not even with the world and haven’t been since birth so through many many visits, I will be getting that fixed as well. Thank the Lord for good insurance. 

Same Love.

Macklemore is one of my favorite artists and every one of his tracks symbolize so many great things. In less than one week in Minnesotan history, many Minnesotans will be going to the voting booths to determine if we will have equality in marriage. For those of you who are voting yes or who are undecided; please read the lyrics below, watch and listen to the video, and develop a sense of acceptance. Even if (hopefully when) Minnesota passes the law for marriage equality, there will still be many hateful people against even the idea of it. Just passing the law will not keep the LGBT community “safe;” there will still be hate crimes, negative views, and nasty looks. Minnesota, please vote NO on November 6th! And to the rest of America, show love, show same love, show support. #macklemore
Also, to my fellow Minnesotans, this amazing and extremely talented team of Macklemore and Ryan Lewis will be in the cities December 1st. Be there. #theheist

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hlVBg7_08n0 

“Same Love”
(with Ryan Lewis)
(feat. Mary Lambert)

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay

‘Cause I could draw, and my uncle was, and I kept my room straight

I told my mom tears rushing down my face
She’s like “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-k shrimp”
Trippin’, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, “yea I’m good at little league”
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing god, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don’t know

And I can’t change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

I can’t change

Even if I try

Even if I wanted to

My love

My love

My love

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me

Have you read the YouTube comments lately

“Man, that’s gay” gets dropped on the daily

We become so numb to what we’re saying

A culture founded from oppression

Yet we don’t have acceptance for ‘em

Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board

A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it

Gay is synonymous with the lesser

It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion

Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment

The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins

It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!

Live on and be yourself

When I was at church they taught me something else

If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed

That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned

When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless

Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen

I might not be the same, but that’s not important

No freedom till we’re equal, damn right I support it

And I can’t change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

My love

My love

My love

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

We press play, don’t press pause

Progress, march on

With the veil over our eyes

We turn our back on the cause

Till the day that my uncles can be united by law

When kids are walking ‘round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart

A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are

And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all

But it’s a damn good place to start

No law is gonna change us

We have to change us

Whatever god we believe in

We come from the same one

Strip away the fear

Underneath it’s all the same love

About time that we raised up

And I can’t change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

I can’t change

Even if I try

Even if I wanted to

My love

My love

My love

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

Love is patient

Love is kind

Love is patient

Love is kind

(I‘m not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(I‘m not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I‘m not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(I‘m not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I‘m not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(I‘m not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I‘m not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

Love is kind


Minnesota VOTE NO!

Since I’m a North Dakotan resident this voting season, I want to take a second to stress the importance of voting to my fellow Minnesotan people. There are so many important reasons to vote this year among one of the most important is for the presidential seat. But what’s more important on a personal level for so many Minnesotans is the equality of marriage. Love comes in so many different forms and faces. It comes to us through acts of kindness, feelings of doubt, at times when we don’t deserve it, and the most important moments in our lives. To some people marriage may just be a signature on a piece of paper signed 25 years ago but to so many of the people we see everyday that are a part of the LGBT community, marriage is a significant piece of history that wants to be embraced on the deepest level possible. Being able to marry the one person that you feel complete with shouldn’t be given the cold shoulder and shouldn’t be hated by the most bigoted of people. So please, Minnesota; vote NO on November 6th. Even if you don’t know anyone personally and haven’t seen it first hand, please show your support. I CANNOT stand seeing the people that I love and know go through another day knowing that the one thing that people look forward to when planning their lives as little boys and girls can’t be fulfilled because a few thousand people don’t want to support them. Please, VOTE NO. If not for me, do it for the future generation.
 

I’m Back.

Well, I’ve decided that since I took an unplanned hiatus, I will try not to flood the world with the craziness of the last few weeks. I’m sure that won’t happen but I thought I’d go ahead and say it. I guess I can briefly overview the blah that I’ve called my life. I don’t know where to start so I’m sure this will be full of blubber that isn’t filled in with details as I don’t to bore you any more than you’ve already been subjected to. 
On October 10th, I got into an accident and my poor Monte was totaled. I’m thankful that I was not injured aside from minor rib bruising and being sore for a few days. I have many Angels and I am beyond thankful for being watched down upon by them. The entire accident and everything that has come with it is the main reason I haven’t been blogging because I’ve been pent up with so much anger, confusion, and stress that I didn’t want to put it in words. Long story short, my claim is still open. The parents of the kid that hit ME will not let him speak to the insurance company. Oh and did I mention that he was in the hospital and threatening to sue? Why was he in the hospital, what happened you ask? Who the fuck knows. He was absolutely fine when he rammed into me and was gone before I was out of the ambulance. I understand adrenaline is running and even I myself didn’t feel the impact until later that day but what could have happened to him that he was hospitalized? Of course, I hope he’s okay but I do not by any means understand why his family refuses to let him speak to the insurance company and are threatening to sue? What are you hiding? Along with that brief summary of mess, I was out of a car and had to car shop which I may add, is NOT an enjoyable experience especially when it’s unplanned. Summarizing that gross two weeks of car shopping, I have ultimately found a new car that I love. I’m sure I’ll probably cry when I get my first car loan bill but what can you do? 
You know, I really wish I would have blogged because if I typed up everything swarming around inside of my head right now, this would end up being an entire book.
Here’s a check of my new 2011 Hyundai Elantra 🙂

Beat.

I feel amazing. I, for the first time in literally YEARS, have finished a workout video.  I’m showered and refreshed now sipping on some ice cold water.  I’ve been telling myself for years and trying to coax myself into a regime more recently than ever before and I finally did it.  I need to keep on this because I do feel good after the workout.  I did it to the best of my current ability and I know that I will improve if I stick with it and switch it out every so often.  If I can continue to push myself in doing this, I will be posting the blog portion to http://www.myfitnesspal.com rather than to this blog but for now it’ll be on here.  According to MFP, I’m still under my calories today with the exercise configured in which is good.  However, what I have eaten hasn’t been healthy in the least.  For now, I need to focus on one aspect at a time.  At the end of the video Billy Blanks says some motivational words to the viewers about perseverance and willpower. He notes that you CAN do it if you choose to.  No one else can do it for you.  I was so overwhelmed that I did start crying because even though it was a 45 minute video and I didn’t do everything exactly the way they did, I still felt good about myself.  I know that I have an enormous journey ahead of me but I pray to the Heavens that I don’t give up because I don’t see immediate results.  

Some People.

Vent fest on the dumbass of the week.  As I noted to the director I will only be at the daycare a short while, I was given just a regular teacher position rather than a Lead Teacher position which was fine by me.  I embraced it and was ready to get in and working with the kids.  The first few weeks were fine and I didn’t get little things get to me but the moron I work with who IS the Lead Teacher is over bearingly irritating.  She started two weeks prior to me coming back so she wasn’t given much training but she’s not one of those people that can’t follow direction or advice anyways.  She’s all Miss. I Have A Bachelors Degree. Yeah, in general studies because you know you would have been a shitty grade school teacher.  Miss. I Have A Fiance And Am Getting Married In A Week. Yeah, to some lanky weirdo just as off as you are – perfect match.  Miss. I Can’t Control A Fucking Toddler Room.  Yeah, because you are incapable of taking direction and have no idea what two year old are not capable of.  Rant of the year I tell you, I could go on with the misses forever.  Here’s an example of her punch me in the face moments: Her to the kids during circle time: “What characteristics to Redwood trees have?” Then she sits and stares at them waiting for them to answer.  She didn’t bother elaborating or giving an easier question.  Example of what SHOULD have been asked: “What colors are trees? Are trees big or small?”  Characteristics? Do you seriously think a two year old legitimately knows what that word is let alone a specific species of tree?  You’ve got to be shitting me.  She’s pissed me off so much the last few weeks but I’ve held my tongue so being the bitch that I am, I didn’t bother telling her that I’ll be leaving.  Jokes on her because she’s gone all next week for her damn wedding and my last day is next Friday.  I’m sure karma will bite me in the ass but my God what an exasperating individual.  She talks too much. EXAMPLE: She just got into the room and is going to tell me the number of kids and what circle time will be today. “We have 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 kids and I think that after we do potties and wash their hands that maybe we could uhm read this book here and we could sit on the circle time rug.  When we are finished than we will do art ink blots and we will do that with paint and paper.  The kids can fold the paper once I blot paint onto it.  When they are done blotting the paper than I will put it on the rack over there to dry.  After we do that I think we can let the kids play with blocks for just a little bit.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. This is how it should have been said: “Hey, we have 9 kids so far, we’ll read this book and do ink blots for art.” Simple, yes?  Number one: She’s aware that I’ve been Lead Teacher before and that I know the process of everything.  I know what circle time is, when potties are, and what free play consists of. I am perfectly aware of how ink blot art work is done.  I pray to the Lord that I never have to come in contact with her again.  She needs to be sent to that place on the movie Idiocracy.  Fuck.

Something New.

This week has been full of irritation, excitement, and new adventures.  I’ve accepted a new job and potential career at the local newspaper.  It’s local for us but it spans an entire five state area making it an enormous information basis.  I will be starting on October 2nd and am very excited.  In obtaining this I given my two-weeks notice to the daycare of which I’ve only been back working a month and a half.  No one said anything and I’m okay with that.  I do feel terrible though because I was given the job as I’d left a year and a half ago as a Lead Teacher.  I love the kids, I really do but I can’t honestly survive on $9.00 an hour.  Just not happening.  This is perfect timing as well for a few different reasons.  As you know, I’ve been accepted into UND and am on the chopping block on which direction to head.  Being at the daycare it was a given – GO BACK TO COLLEGE.  But I’m currently being faced with a potential and amazing career path that suits many of the desires that I have on a professional basis.  School will still be on a platter next to my bed but I need to weigh my life goals both personally and professionally.  Starting a new career now can help me become more financially stable and in turn I will ‘hopefully’ obtain the things in my life that I’ve been waiting for since I was a little girl: a house, husband, and babies.  I want to be a wife and mother.  I want the American dream of having a family in a beautiful house and am in the process of that with my amazing boyfriend but neither of us will move forward if we are stuck at dead end jobs or if I post-pone for school for another three years.  I’m taking this as a sign from the Heavens that things are going to start getting better as the year 2012 has been a bitch.

DUI.

There is really no reason to drive drunk.  Maybe in a extremely rare case where your life is in danger and your only choice is to leave the scene.  But in more cases than not, many people do it just..because.  It’s inappropriate and beyond overrated.  This blog is due to an idiot that I encountered on the Facebook line.  And when I note ‘idiot’ I’m referring to an individual who’s IQ is clearly below the score line of 25.
Aaron Hanson4 hours ago via mobile · Well im feeling the hangover today. Last night was a success. Jabez and i crashed somones wedding party lol or bday party idk. And managed to not get a dui. Score.  
Orianah Noelle What a dumbass. Way to brag about drinking and driving. I’m sure you would have been proud if you would have crashed and killed someone too. 
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Go ahead and call me a bitch buddy, you are going to be the one with your tail between your legs when you do in fact kill someone.  People like this deserve more than anyone to be pulled over and thrown in the drunk tank.  They should be the ones with a 30 day sentence and a $1200 fine.  I know there are many people around this world and community that openly drink and drive but seriously douche bag, why are you bragging about it?

Accepted!

I have officially been accepted into the University of North Dakota!!!!!!! FINALLY something is going amazing for a change.  Thank the Lord school doesn’t start until 2013; which should be a better year.  I, of course, still have to make sure that I will be able to afford to go to school.  I plan on attending full-time and having a part part-time job; so very few hours.  I want to focus solely on my course work.  When I went to Northland, I let my grades slide because I worked full-time at one job and part-time at another.  Granted, I graduated with an Associates Degree but I do wish that I had obtained a better GPA.  Cheers to a great and successful future!

Break.

Man, I wish life would give us all a break.  I’m blaming it on 2012.  If it’s not one thing going wrong, it’s another.  And if it’s not myself or a loved one, it’s someone around me that’s going through something tough.  We’ve just encountered the second half of a difficult journey that ever so inconveniently decided to pop up at one of the worst times.  Even though I’m scared and worried, I’m holding my head high.  Strength is something that I feel I’ve acquired more and more over the course of this year and I need to put it to good use.  Everything happens for a reason and all we can do is to let go and let God.  I need to keep my heart strong and my perseverance raving for my sake and the ones around me.

Orianah Noelle
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Throat Probs.

I swear the doctors are trying to kill me. I went to the clinic yesterday as my voice went missing on Monday evening and I was feeling like crap. My only symtoms were minor nasal drainage and absolutely no voice. Now with a days worth of antibiotics I feel like death. I’m hacking up my lungs full of muscas and grossness, my nose is running a freaking marathon, and my face is puffy from blowing my nose and choking to death. I guess the only upside is I can at least speak now even though I sound like a raspy pole dancer that’s been smoking since the 70’s. 
Yesterday, the told me I had strep, now it just feels like they threw the common but deadly cold on me. 

Strength.

Life is so hard, love is even harder. This kid is one of the most important people in my life. Actually, he probably tops this list. Love concours all, I am proof and belive in it whole-heartedly.
I love you, Nick.
  
 

Future.

Here is a random list in no particular order of things I’m either considering majoring in, interests, and/or passions.  I hope that I can use this with you help as a tool to find my “calling.” I currently have a two-year Associates Degree in Liberal Arts and Sciences.  As of today, I do not know how many would be able to transfer as credit to UND but I am hoping that I will only have to go to school for another two and a half years.  Tops would be three.

Photography – I like everyone else LOVE photography.  I could do it all day every day.  I have general editing skills but am not as talented (editing wise) as some that I see.  But can this make a living? Probably not, as everyone and their brother thinks they are photographers.

Listening/Advice – I love to listen and I love to give advice.  With no professional experience, I do feel as if I give good advice.  It’s honest and forthright but it’s not blunt or candy coated. I’m a hypocrite just as much as the next Susie Que as I don’t always follow the good advice that I give but that’s not the gist as I don’t usually get advice because people seek me out and ask because they know that I will be brutally honest with them.

Social Work – This would be an option into the above but I have very little knowledge about the social work world.  I’m interested in learning more about it.

Psychology – This would also be an option given the listening and advice information that I provided.  I’ve always been fascinated with Psychology but I also know that I don’t want to go to school for another four years.  What kind of careers can I obtain with a bachelors in Psychology?  I feel as if I would succeed in this career path as I’m not a strongly biased person.  I obviously have my own opinions about many topics but I would treat each client with dignity and respect regardless of the issue; drug addiction, rape, abuse, vain, depressed, ect.

History – I have recently found that I do not know as much as I would like to know about the history of the world and things around me.  So this would be something I’d defiantly be interested in as a minor or take a few classes on.

Early Childhood – I love children and an early childhood degree would primarily dominate the pre-K generation of children.  But do I want to do that for a career?  What will happen when I have children? I want to be able to devote my entire self to my children and not be “worn out” from being with children all day.

Teacher/Education – I’ve always dreamed of being a teacher ever since I was in 2nd grade.  There are so many aspects I love about it, I would need a whole new blog to write in.  Teaching would be different than and Early Childhood degree as Teaching, I feel, is more structured and to the book.  Whereas an Early Childhood degree would honestly depend on the center or location at which you teach.  If I chose this route, I would need to first decide on Elementary (K-3) or Middle (K-6) Education.  Both have great potential and opportunity.

Designing – Although I’ve never had as much money as I’d like to design my own living spaces, I do find that I love decorating, re-arranging, painting, ect.  I walk into many rooms and my head just goes crazy with ideas that I have and if I had the resources I’d be able to turn every room I see into a sea of magic.  Seeing as I’ve never gotten to actually do it, is is feasible?  I would never be as visionary as the shows you see on TV but I do hold a general sense of how things should work.  Is this going to be a livable space, romantic, breezy, oceanic?  Is this something that I could work towards or is it just a dream?

English – I know that I’m not an expert on the English language but I do enjoy it and I find myself correcting grammatical errors that irritate the shit out of me.  This could go along with teaching but having said that, would I be more interested in middle school or high school?  Seeing as High School would be more interesting in retrospect, I do believe that would involve more schooling.

H.S Teacher – I just added this one as a random thought, I do love the learning years of early childhood but than with the English topic I began to think of the joy the High School world could be.  Key word there is ‘could’ as I know there are an awful lot of students that do not appreciate the education world and I think I’d be discouraged by that but would the bright scholars of each class motivate me to be an amazing teacher?

Success – Ultimately, I want to feel accomplished and successful.  I know I’m smart and that’s honestly my main issue with everything recently.  I don’t want to just get a job that anyone can get.  I WANT to go back to school and obtain a degree for myself to show myself and the world that I am as intelligent and witty as I know I am.  I want people to look up at me as a role model. When looking for a job, I want to be one of the few people that can actually apply because I meet all of the requirements.  I want to earn it, not just slip into it because I have the smarts and great interview skills.  I want to be remembered.

Passion?

I want to find something that I’m passionate about.  I need to find my calling, my passion, my desire.  If I ever had it, I’ve lost it.  I have ideas of what I want to be when I “grow up” but how to I know which path to choose?  Will it be the right path? Am I passionate about them? I don’t know. The last two weeks (not to mention last six months) I feel like I’ve thrown myself into a downward spiral.  I quit my great paying job at DK and moved back to Grand Forks.  I started a new job and started out really liking it but about three weeks ago, it was TERRIBLE for so many reasons that I don’t want to explain.  I up and quit.  I applied for college at UND for the Spring 2013 semester.  I’ve started back up at a childcare center that I used to work at last time I lived in the area but at a very low wage.  How am I supposed to pay bills? Now what?  I feel empty and without.  It’s actually and odd feeling and I’m not fond of it at all.  My next blog will be about my interests as a way to weed through my future.  I’m 22 and need to get my ass on the roll.  I want to settle down, buy a home, have a career, and family.  I want to move on from this limbo early 20-somethings shit.  It’s draining.  I didn’t live the “college experience” for what ever reason so I have nothing to grow out of.  I just want to fast forward in my dull, blah world.

Fifty.

I’ve finally joined the rest of the world and started in on reading the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy.  So far, so good!  I haven’t gotten to anything too juicy yet but I’m only on chapter five.  The sad reality though is this will be the first book that I’ve read in years. No joke. I used to read all the time, loved it but something happened and it always seems as if there isn’t enough time to read a book.  I’m going to change that though.  I’ve been trying to adopt and pick up old and new hobbies.  I need to get myself out of the hobbit world I’ve put myself in.  Erotic Reading!

Niche.

So, I’ve submitted my application to the University of North Dakota. The only way I will be able to attend school in the Spring is if I am able to receive what I need for financial aid.  Obviously, I will need enough to cover tuition but I will also need to get a substantial amount to pay my everyday living expenses; primarily including my bills: rent, car insurance, cell phone, car loan, ect.  But am I able to get that? I am a little worried because when I went to NCTC, I didn’t get a check in the mail and extra money to spend.  It all happened behind the scenes; I was approved for financial aid and the institution sent the money to Northland and that was that.  I hear all the time of how students receive a lump sum and it is their duty to go and pay the tuition and the remainder is for personal expenditures which in my case will be solely bills.  I’ve just started my journey and haven’t looked into grants and scholarships yet but if (hopefully WHEN) I get accepted, than I will start from there and move forward.
I also am in the research stage of declaring a major.  I have obtained my two year Associates Degree in Liberal Arts and Sciences a few years ago and am still bummed to this day that I didn’t know what I wanted to be so I could have went on for another few years of college.  No one should be to blame but myself but I do blame some of the school advisers both in High School and College for reasons that I’ll save for another time.  My four areas of interest are Early Childhood Development, Elementary Education, Psychology, and Social Work.  Over the next few weeks and months I hope that I am able to finalize my decision because all areas are highly motivating to me.  Right now, I’m working on the statistics of salary verses job demand verses growth.  Once I have that down I will need to decide if I want to help children (Early Childhood/Elementary), Teenagers (Social Work/Psychology), or Adults (Social Work/Psychology).
In the meantime, I will be going back to a previous job as I miss and loved it there.  I will be able to spend most of my days with children and helping them to grow.  I also think that going back into the setting will help me with my decision making.  I’m very blessed and excited to get back into the swing of things!