Friday, February 08, 2008

Things Like Wet Arms Do Not Make My Day



Every time I check my blog I am faced with a clock in a trash can, and it's beginning to freak me out. The interesting thing is that the clock has an electrical cord with a plug attached to it. I don't think I've ever seen a clock that you plug into the wall. And it's weird that it never occured to me how weird that was until now.

So, yesterday in class we were taught how to determine the readability of a piece of writing, ie. what grade level it is. There is actually a funtion on Microsoft Word that will do this automatically. I had a little fun this afternoon playing with some different things, and figuring out the grade of children that would be able to read them. I checked a portion of my blog, and it determined that it had a readability level of 4.7. Does that shock anyone? I write like a 4th grader! Well, I guess when I really think about it, it makes sense. I am more mathematically inclined. I use short words. I frequently have to ask people "what does that mean?" if they use a particularly long word. I am not that smart when it comes to English.

Tonight I figured out how to make a chocolate sauce from scratch. It worked, and the sauce looked so rich and amazing that I decided to pour it on top of some Homemade Vanilla Blue Bell. The hot sauce drizzled nicely over the cold ice cream and then decided to harden. I expected the sauce to act very much like Hershey's syrup, but no. I had globs of chocolate frozen to my spoon, and my dreams of mixing the sauce into my ice cream to make it chocolatey were crashed. It'll be a long time before I make that sauce again.

There are a few things in life that are really annoying. Like paper towel dispensers that you have to reach UP to use. You've just washed your hands and they are dripping with water and in need of some nice brown paper towels to absorb it all. You look around the bathroom for the paper towel dispenser and -oh- there it is! Above your head. So you reeeeeeaaaach up very slowly to press the lever down, but it's too late - there's water running all the way down your arms towards your armpits. Your sleeves get so wet that you might as well forget the towels and wipe your hands on your shirt. It's crazy that the paper towel dispenser installing people didn't figure gravity into the picture.

I'm sure this lady is really starting to feel the water soaking her sleeve right about now.


Tomorrow night I am going to the Corps of Cadets Association Banquet. Austin is singing at the banquet with Aggieland Orchestra, so I get to be his date. I have to dress up real fancy, so that's exciting. I don't get to put on a dress very often! I am excited to be able to go. I can't wait to hear him sing. He has a wonderful voice but is so humble about it. He just refuses to admit to being awesome! :)

Well, I'm getting bored of sitting in front of my computer. I have done a lot of my homework so I'm going to watch a movie or something.
I hope you all enjoy your Friday nights!

-Katie


P.S. I know it looks like I might be making fun of people who use wheelchairs, but I promise I'm not. These pictures were just the only ones I could find of people reaching to get a paper towel.

1 comments:

LAstar said...

haha your blog is fast becoming one of my favorites! i totally understand the angst one experiences when cold water runs down your arm...especially while wearing a long-sleeved shirt. oh gosh it makes me cringe to think about it!