Monthly Archives: June 2013


Camp this week! It’s called the Lindner Summer Institute for Emerging Women Leaders at the University of Cincinnati. I kind of didn’t give myself any time to work on this post, or even finish my last one, so I’ll get to that as soon as I can. Regular posts will resume Friday!


Ketch Up

Okay, so I’ve done poorly posting on time again. I need to cover Friday and today. Time to do some ketching up. Get it? ;D

Friday, June 21st:

Early morning work. Here’s a link of a presentation I made in a day: Climatology Database. I do have to say, since my work is going to further research for the Wright Patt Air Force Base, I need to cease disclosing things in what I post, sadly. This PowerPoint is just notes about climatology, but can’t leak anything. Mandy and I took a trip to Chipotle after a few hours of work and presenting. Jealous? I’d be. By the time I got home, it was only roughly 12:30 PM.

Katie lost her keys for awhile as I was writing this (Saturday). She looked eeeverywhere, even called the movies and Steak n Shake to check their lost and found. Luckily she found them, but where were they? In a pocket she said she never knew existed. She gave my dad and I permission to call her a Key Noob all weekend, so that’s what she’ll be addressed as for a short while! No guarantees that the nickname will end when Sunday night does, though. Anyways, back to storytelling now.

Had to do laundry and such, but nothing too extravagant.


Btw I’m taking a trip to King’s Island, so it’ll be abruptly cut off and to be continued soon! This song just came on also, and it’d be the perfect car ride montage song.


Right now it’s actually the first of July, and I have no idea what I planned to elaborate on. I remember we met some junior high girl since she was lonely. Oh wait! Also something that happened…Andrea and I had time for one more big ride and to get a snack before the park was to close. We sat near the Eiffel Tower and decided to rate passing guys. After awhile of low average numbers, a few guys pass by. We didn’t exactly have time to choose our rating before they came up to us. Surprised and not in the mood to make anything of it, I just sit back wondering what they think they’ll get out of this. The two guys ask generic questions about our age, where we live, etcetera. One starts telling me of how he and this girl were texting, and she asked him to send a picture. He complains in jest that she didn’t think he was that cute. He asks me what I think, and what I’d rate him. I ironically mention that I don’t rate guys, and exchange a glance with Andrea. They ask for our numbers. I give one a number or two off from mine, and Andrea apparently gives hers. Funny, all the next week he texts her and she’s not enthused. We end the night forgoing food, and making our way to The Beast.

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Rice Cakes

So uh, I expected not to get to writing about yesterday on time, since part of what I wanted to talk about happened very very late. So here goes~ Also, the title of Rice Cakes came from when I was talking to a friend of Skype. He was telling me of all the play on words people create for his last name (which is Rice). I thought that was a fantastic nickname, so thus my title was created!

Wednesday, June 19th:

Today is my only day off work this week, since tomorrow and Friday I’m taking half days instead of one full day. I woke up pretty late to a baby being loud (no he’s not mine, worry not). Besides going out to the movies, I have no other plans. About that…I don’t consider it a date. Would you with a guy from your school you’ve met via Facebook? I’m more into meeting in person before considering anything a date or dating. Anywho, his name’s Sam. It was cool to meet someone who’s as into video games as I am, and doesn’t seem awkwardly dorky. Though if you know me, I’m not into being catered or treating as a princess. I’m not going to diss at all, but that just isn’t my style. I like being treated as an equal, and I’m alright with being asked to make a sandwich for you. So our schedules mutually agree that tonight we’re both free. He comes to pick me up in his pretty snazzy car. He and my dad wait semi awkwardly at the door until it dawns on me an introduction would probably be nice. After, we make our way to the movies. We begin to learn a bit more about each other. We both adore cheesecake!

Oh, I forgot to mention, we’re going to see The Purge. We get in line and I notice a few people that I know. They’re kind of acquaintances so that I have the awkward decision on whether to pretend that I don’t notice them, or to say hey. I decide to go with pretending that I don’t notice them. When I get to paying for my ticket (made sure to so it wasn’t too obviously date-ish, but that didn’t take any effort since he didn’t offer either) and I get carded! Guess that’s to be expected for a rated R movie anyways. Luckily he is a guy that can keep a conversation going, until the movie starts of course. So movies start and ends. No awkward instances (yay). I kind of like it, I think it’s different from the usual thriller. He on the other hand, absolutely hated it. He’s not a guy that likes thriller/scary really at all. I was not aware of this. I was raised on horror, so this isn’t good. And after, he becomes really opinionated and talks about his interests, which is cool, but they just don’t align as I thought they would. He’s very much into Looney Toons, older cartoon, Christian dark metal or whatever that sort of metal is called, animated movies, and seemed nearly appalled at the fact that I’ve seen no Star Wars, Star Trek, or Lord of the Rings. Then again, a lot of people gasp at that. “You call yourself a nerd and/or a geek and you’ve never seen any of those?!?!?” No. I got into Caprica and Battlestar Galactica, what more could you want from me! Anyways to put this nicely, there was no clicking. He’s definitely a cool guy, just not for me.  Also, we for some reason got on the topic of rape. He thought for a second that the leader of the students who wanted to purge was going to rape the daughter. His opinion on the matter was that rape is much worse than death. So I make this kind of face. Am I weird for thinking committing death is worse? I know they’re both horrible things, but to me there’s no comparison. I don’t want to make it a would you rather sort of thing, but to me that was an awkward opinion. Welp, that’s how today went. Got home around midnight, did the usual Skyping, then slept away.

Today! (as in Thursday, the blog posted day is acting weird and saying it’s Friday):

So today. I had work, but it was only a half day, and it didn’t start until 1. The presentation I was working on at work isn’t finished, so I’ll have to link that later. It’s a presentation on Upper Air Climatology. I’m still working on finding a relationship between relative humidity and altitude. I’m sure going to want that Nobel Prize when I figure this out. During work, the community I game with was going absolutely nuts. There was some drama and the whole clan is splitting a lot are leaving. Also (as a little note to myself for later), I need to finish that presentation of course, create a template for Dayton Analytics, and uhh check email for whatever that last thing was.

So anyways, I got home, played with Baby Tyler until his poppy came to pick him up. At dinner, my dad said the greatest thing. “I almost went gay today, over ice cream.” He said it seemed so tasty that he almost cried. It was pistachio and honey flavored. Also, when I told him our cat was eating dog food, the response I was was, “+20 Dexterity”. So #rad.

Oh, and here’s a link to a video someone posted on the forums I thought was funny:

Personal Stars

It seems like every so often I become obsessed about songs. I actually compile playlists of them in Grooveshark. I’ve linked my account before, but if you’re into indie/alternative with a dash of pop, rock, and other awesome genres, you should check it out. And this video is one I’m currently looping into everything I’m listening to. It’s called Personal by Stars, ergo the title for this post. It’s a slow song, so if you’re in the mood for screamo, I recommend not listening to it.

Want to see a mind boggling graph I just created in R? Well here it is anyways: I don’t even know…

As much as I enjoy Piada (like an Italian version of Chipotle if you know what that is), I don’t think it’s as good the day after. Yesterday for dinner I went there for my first time, and it was epic. So man choices of meats, sauces, vegetables, and other various toppings. Oh I’m testing an html code, and it looks broken for me since flash isn’t working…but hopefully that yellow box could play music. Posting this so I can test it, but the post is TBC~

Well never mind, WordPress doesn’t approve of that. Well another good song to listen to which is more calm alternative: Stars by The XX

Excuse all the videos, meant for this to be more of a text and link sort of blog, but I like the dimension that other mediums add. Oh, also! Eventually I plan to have another blog. Well it’ll be more of a vlog, but its premise will be me recording when I go on a new server for a video game, the reactions I get. I have so many guys say to me, “Oh I wish I could be a girl gamer, all the attention and free stuff would be 1337.” They never get to see the hate that we get too. There was one time (of many) where I entered a server, used my microphone, and I was muted since they thought I was a little boy for a second. I said I was a girl so they hastily unmuted me. The harassment and drama involved really sucks. But, overall it’s more of an entertainment. What I plan to record first is hopping servers in Garry’s Mod. Want to be in a video? Message me on Steam after I get some extra cash to buy Fraps for $37. I know it’s not that expensive, but I did just start my job last week and I have a lot of summer plans that involve money. I’ve played with the settings for maybe five recording programs, and it’s definitely the easiest to use for its price. Gosh if only I could have recorded myself when I first started playing online games. I was only twelve playing Team Fortress 2 and usually with my dad. Here‘s a video someone else recorded of a Traitor round I had a few years ago. I used to go by LaDy as my sort of gamer tag. I hope to be able to record my own videos soon!

Have you ever heard of something called Humble Bundle? Well it’s a way to get games safely and cheaply AND to support charities. I just bought another package of games and soundtracks for $5. They happen every now and then. Most definitely recommended.

Well, that’s all I have for now. Finished with work, and nothing exciting really happened. I did some research on the Speed and Direction of Upper Air, played with a few coding programs, and etcetera. Ta ta for now!

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Third Week of Summer

I promise I’ll get to posting once per day very, very soon. I was going to after this one, but this weekend was a little nuts. I am pleased to say that I noticed I have three followers plus my dad, so thanks guys! I think that’s pretty solid for not advertising this blog myself yet. This time I’m only covering four days other than today, so this post shouldn’t be as extravagantly long.

Thursday, June 13th:

Last day of work for the week! I use some of the knowledge I discovered yesterday to compile a PowerPoint: Are Altitude and Humidity Related. This is what I came up with after five minutes given the topic from Mandy:

Not finished reading, but from what I may be understanding…it seems quite obvious that no equation on those wikis or the ones I’m reading have an altitude/height factor, but I’m wondering if that wouldn’t be the case anyways. I mean like, I know that altitude doesn’t just vary in height, but also pressure. And even the most elementary of gas/weather equations such as what I learned (PV=nRT) has factors that change at different altitudes. So could maybe the temperature and/or pressure and/or volume make up for not knowing the height? Cause I mean those factors would be different based on location anyways, so it doesn’t seem like there could be a directly correlating equation. And if you make up for the height with the other factors, the location and altitude can be recorded to sort of add that variable. Also in the mentioned equation, it factors in mass (or moles or molecules if the equation is manipulated) and I read something that gave me an idea that may be far fetched:

“1) Relative Humidity is defined as a ratio of mole fraction of actual water vapor, to a mole fraction of water vapor that can be saturated in dry air, where the two values are obtained at the same temperature and pressure. Key word to focus is … Pressure.
2) Mole fraction values are obtained from water density values.
3) Water density values vary with atmospheric pressure”

So maybe humidity can be directly in that equation since relative humidity could be expressed as a mole if the equation is assumed taken at the possible, constant saturation in dry air. Kind of far fetched ideas, but hey, we experimenting!

I didn’t exactly cite or keep my presentation in MLA format, so no judging. But then again, this entire blog isn’t in the most prestigious grammar and format, so I assume any critic would have been scared off by now. I had a meeting with Mandy and during my dad showed up, so I was able to show off my progress after my third day of work!

Friday, June 14th:

After a week of work and King’s Island, I’m pretty worn out. I use this as an excuse to do nothing. One would probably get bored with today’s lack of events, but I love it. Pajama’s and minimal work all day, what working class citizen wouldn’t love an entire weekday to do this?

Saturday, June 15th:

The day before Father’s Day. A phone call from Andrea wakes me up, reminding me of the Family and Dog Fair in front of Dorothy Lane Market (DLM) she invited me to tag along with. I have roughly half an hour until she says she’ll be there, so I start rushing around. Turns out Friday (my gorgeous dog) is in heat, and therefore not able to go. I arrive to the parking lot and locate Andrea, just in time for a cake walk. She mentions that she has won a cake two years in a row, and I fear she jinxed it. As the barking ‘song’ ends, neither of us are winning. So what do we do? We go into DLM to purchase a cake. I find one that says Happy Father’s Day and rummage through to find a good one. Then, I spot a section of Maple Bacon Father’s Day cakes. Without a doubt, that’ll be my purchase. Maple bacon treats are to my family as Elvis was to music, it’d be humorous to think they wouldn’t love it. I drive the cake home to excitedly show Katie. She is very pleased to see it. Now I need to make a run to the grocery to get stuff to make for breakfast. I get home, and I know what sort of card I want to make for my dad: a Diablo III UI card specially designed for father’s day. Here‘s the main screenshot that I used in order to make my own. I’ll post a picture of my final copy when I can. I spend an hour or two working on it before it’s time for Andrea to come over and to go out to eat for Betsy’s birthday!

We head to the Mellow Mushroom. Weird restaurant name right? Well they have gourmet pizzas and similar food items. It’s a really relaxed, delicious place to go. My dad and Katie talk of their few trips to other locations and how this one very recently opened. If you’re into that food genre, I’d definitely recommend it. We mess around while eating the Tai Dye and Gourmet White pizzas. Though the Tai Dye was my choice, the Gourmet White was definitely my favorite of the two. The Tai Dye was just too sweet of a pizza for me. Betsy orders a Mint Julep, which I find ironic since I remember them in a book I read in class last year: The Great Gatsby (definitely a recommended read). After we eat, the waitress brings Betsy a delectable cookie that she shares with the rest of the females while my dad is in the bathroom. It hits and leaves the table before he returns as if it were never there. My dad, Andrea, and I go outside to wait for the rest of our party to leave. He wants to take a photo of us on Vine in front of the sign. I know basically nothing about that social media site, so I go along with it and he said we need to move around since it’s more of a video. Andrea and I embarrassingly dance around, as if we forgot we were being recorded. I see the end product and beg for it not to be released out into the public.

When we get home, we play D3 for a bit. My dad becomes infatuated with the cake. I most definitely hit it out of the park. Then I go upstairs to finish the card for my dad. I call one of my friends Danny (<<33) on Skype so he can keep me entertained for however long I have to stay up. Luckily he was willing to stay up all night if need be, even though I offered a few times that he doesn’t have to and he can go to sleep. I end up not finishing until 7 AM, and I planned on getting up at 9 AM in order to make breakfast…Yeah, so I definitely plan to take a nap during the day since the next day I have work.

Sunday, June 16th:

Happy Father’s Day, readers! I somehow wake two minutes before my alarm sounds at 9 AM to make breakfast. I get downstairs and immediately decide that I don’t need an entire hour…so I slowly walk up and down the stairs finding random tasks to do. 8:25 AM rolls around, and I need to get started or else I’ll be late. I ready the bacon, and the last two pieces I burn on purpose for Katie (she enjoys it that way, I promise). They end up nearly setting off the smoke alarm. I begin on the eggs, toast, and set the table. The adults trickle downstairs and I direct them away. I finish just a few minutes out of my allotted hour. He seemed to enjoy the card, though not as much as last night’s cake. Oh well, I plan on making another since I was quite pleased with the end result. After a shower, we game for a few hours. Betsy comes over and joins us in our gaming affairs. Around 5 PM I direly need a nap. It lasts until roughly 8 PM. I come downstairs for dinner and may have accidentally passed out afterwards for an hour…So it’s roughly 9 PM. I get Katie to approve cracking into her beautiful pie. Dream whip is used for it. It’s kind of custard like, with macerated fruit for flavor on top. It’s so fantastically fantastic, that I pack a piece for tomorrow for lunch. I spend the rest of the night watching Katie and my dad play D3, then watching Betsy get killed in Spore. Sleep is readily welcomed.

Monday, June 17th:

My first post that’s actually posted on the day of me writing it! Pretty proud of that. My verb tenses were probably awkward at times, since I tried to pretend that what I wrote was current. So right now, I’m at work. I ate that piece of pie I brought, and sadly I’m out of any water or other drinkable substances. But, I’ll be going home in roughly 20 minutes! Today has been kind of an awkward work day…I couldn’t exactly get ahold of Mandy to give me stuff to work on. It’s not really like I could have been a productive little intern and worked on my own, since the thing blocking my progression was something I could not create. She was really busy with taxes and traveling this passed weekend/this morning, so I spent my time reading my PowerPoint, doing a small bit of research on R, aaand blogging. If I didn’t have so much time today, then this blog probably wouldn’t have become up to date. I emailed her let her know that I couldn’t be too productive, but she said it was all right. I also got to updating my Gravatar. I edited my bio to be like the bio that Mandy will put up on the Dayton Analytics site. Something today that popped in my email box I thought I’d share: Top Colleges for Harry Potter Fans. The more up to date my blog is, the more random stuff I’ll post such as that last link. I did also want to add, if you have a Steam account, feel free to add me! Well, all that really is in store for me for the rest of the night is probably some gaming and some sleeping. If anything else radical needs to be shared, then I’ll be updating this post. Until then!

P.S. If you know of a really good weather station with an anemometer and data logging that has a sensor included, can be mounted, and is under $200, maybe $300, let me know!

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Second Week of Summer

So I’ve still been pretty bad at updating this daily like my goal is to soon. So here’s the run down of my second week’s events:

Wednesday, June 5th – Friday, June 7th:

STILL very lazy and full of not being productive. One day I did visit Andrea to do some studying for what’s coming tomorrow…

Saturday, June 8th:

TODAY IS THE ACT! Yeah I admit that I didn’t prepare as much as I should have.

All right, so the ACT is over. The last time that I took it, my scores were: Science(27), English(27), Reading(29), Math(34), and Writing(7). The science (as agreed upon by both Andrea and I) was a heck of a lot harder than it was last time. Writing, English, and Reading were roughly the same while Math was a bit harder. Overall, I admit I don’t think I did as well. I guess we’ll have to wait three to four weeks and see!

I get home and try to figure out what I’m going to do for the rest of the day. Andrea and I have been talking about going on a little shopping adventure to the mall, but currently she’s busy shopping for new kitten hardware: litter box, food, toys, etcetera. Katie comes down and mentions that she wants to go. So I text Andrea saying that we could meet up or something, but I’m going with Katie if she can’t tag along. She can’t so after an hour and a half waiting for Katie to finish getting ready, we’re off to the mall and Plato’s Closet.

We first go to Bath and Body Works to look for Father’s Day smell-goods. With the buy three get two free deal, Katie says we can each get something also. After much self-debate, I go with Malibu Heat. It smells just like Summer, perfect as a seasonal perfume. Next, we go to Old Navy. Now usually I don’t go into that store since it’s not known for being the most stylish, but I’m looking for more of basics anyways. Katie finds some things for dad and I get some basic, soft, V-necks and a few $5 running shorts. After that, I know I want to go and look at American Eagle (which is ironic since I used to be quite against the preppy place) and Katie pops a few doors down into a candle shop. American Eagle was having this fantastic sale, where I got 3 shirts for $5 to $7.50 each. Then we make our last stop to J C Pennies. Our efforts for more Father’s Day gifts there were futile, so we head on out. But on the way out, I notice Regis’s Buy One, Get Two Free Sale. Luckily I found something similar to what I was running out of, so we each got something and one thing that we’d mutually enjoy.

Our next stop after the mall was Plato’s Closet. Katie and I peruse the dress and shorts sections. During our search, we notice cops, but we go about our business since we can’t exactly tell what’s going on. I lucked out and found many dresses that were priced well and very cheap. Coming here was the main point of our outing since at this time, clearance items were 75% off. Katie didn’t luck out as much, as she only really found one thing that tickled her fancy. While we cash out, the employee starts to fill us in on why the police were here. Apparently, a group of people attempted to steal clothing and move around tags so that they ‘save’ money. The employee, herself, was pretty pleased since she was able to catch someone trying to put their stuff back before the cops had noticed. They had been there for a good hour or two. Not too sure about the time since our trip seemed to take place outside of time until while in the dressing room I was informed that it was five ’till nine.

When I get home, it feels like it’s been a day or two since I’ve taken the ACT rather than the same day. So the rest of the night was a chill out night playing video games.

Sunday, June 9th:

Again, nothing productive really was done today. But tomorrow is my first day of work, so I guess I’ll talk about that as today’s post. So a month back roughly Katie and her cousin Mandy were hanging out and got to talking about me. Katie mentioned the opportunities that INTERalliance had provided me with as far as internships, but that I hadn’t taken any. Mandy started mentioning that maybe I could work for her. After a while, that developed into that I would work for her. I was ecstatic since I would be getting to have a serious internship for someone in the family.

Monday, June 10th:

My first day of work is today. Katie gave me $5 last night to grab some Timbits on the way to work to share with Mandy. When I head out, it’s raining cats and dogs out. I grab the coupons and make my way to Tim Horton’s. There’s quite a line there, so I decide to go in. It’d be easier anyways with these coupons. When I go inside, an old lady awaits my order. It couldn’t have been more of a complicated tasks. The few questions I had, she didn’t know the answer to. And the few questions I should have been prepared to answer, I didn’t (i.e. Do I want creamer and sugar in my coffee?). I allotted a good 10 minutes to be there and to be able to arrive 5 to 10 minutes early to work (a good precedence to set on a first day). This lady and I end up taking 20 minutes. So I flee to my car and drive the last leg of the short trip.  When I arrive, I notice a car directly in front of me also turning into WYCO (the location of my office). It’s Mandy! Humorously, she also has Timbits in hand. We briefly mention the irony and proceed to go in. I walk in and notice a handful of mostly familiar faces peering at me. It’s Ruth and Charlie (Mandy’s parents) and a guy named Tim. He’s a very friendly, humorous fellow I was told that worked there when Kathy (Katie’s mother) did for a short while. I feel slightly awkward and out of place, so I wait for Mandy’s cue to walk down the hall to where my office was. She guides me to the end of the hallway and into a very sizeable room for a teenager’s office. Needing to fetch the computer and accoutrements, I wait in MY office for Mandy to make a run out to her car. She returns and we set up what is to be my work desktop. It’s adorably small. Cords, pencils, pens, and a mini stapler and a pair of scissors fly about the desk. I completely neglected to bring any décor or my own utensils. We sit down and she begins to fill me in on her plan. The goal of my ‘kinternship’ is to devise graphs, best-fit lines, and more all using a programing language called R. It seems very similar to what languages I’ve seen so far, such as LUA, GIT, C++, and more. 11:30 AM rolls around, and we all go out for lunch. Pisanello’s is where we go and take roughly an hour, good food though. Then straight back to work we go. Sadly Mandy has to leave me to do work of her own soon. So she gives me a task: I need to try to use R to import data from the University of Wyoming’s weather information, and try to code a graph. After hours of trying to understand this basically completely new language, it works! Here’s the prototype. It looks very simplistic but hey, all I was given was a virtual manual compiled combines to a few hundred pages, and the R console. What’s that? You want to see a screen shot of what the nuts it all looks like to make? Well here’s the cleaned up desktop view. More pictures are sure to come your way, Reader. Unfortunately I didn’t have much musical entertainment since I only have my phone due to the lack of speakers. Here’s a link to my fantastic musical preferences. After work, I drove home and guess what I did. I hopped on D3 and Garry’s Mod!

Tuesday, June 11th:

So I’m kind of set to work today, but after talking to Andrea for awhile, today really was the only day that we could go to King’s Island for nearly a week! That’s kind of a lot when we haven’t been in about a week anyways. So last night I texted Mandy and she said that it was alright if I changed my schedule this week from Monday, Tuesday, Thursday to Monday, Wednesday, Thursday. She was all right with that, so off to King’s Island we go! Andrea’s dad offers to take us both ways since he wants to go anyways. We get to the parking lot and I ask Andrea if I could have my pass to get in. She digs and digs and it’s nowhere to be found…so I start to freak out a bit wondering if she would find it, if it was gone, if I would have to buy a new one, what her dad would think of me and her not knowing where it was, how I would get the pass to me if they don’t let me in, and much more worry. Her dad did seem quite mad, but we decide that the best course of action would be to go to the gate and ask if I could just somehow prove myself. I didn’t even have my license, so I was pretty worried that it wouldn’t work. Andrea’s father and a worker talk for a bit, while he peers back at me each time he’s asked out to spell my name or what my last name is. A few moments later, he’s handed a ticket and I can get it. I felt so immensely lucky since technically I didn’t come with any proof of who I am.

Then we all make our way to the wave pool of choice. The smallest locker is $16 no matter how long you use it, so we forgo that. Andrea, Zach (her little brother), and I quickly prance to the water due to the ground being so hot. When we get to the water, I once again timidly enter. Andrea taunts me to follower her at faster pace. So, me being me, I run as fast I can and pounce on her, causing us both to crash into the pool. We mess around and splash each other until we make our way to the end of the pool. This is where the most intense waves are.

After awhile, the life guards start to freak out. Apparently some kid started bleeding out of somewhere, so the pool is temporarily closed now. Andrea decides we should let her dad have a chance to get into the water anyways. He turns down the offer for now since he’s working on some things. (Her dad is a rocket scientist, pretty cool right?) Then we go off to the not-so-lazy river. Technically I guess it is considered the “Splash River“, so you go in expecting to get wet. We make a couple rounds before deciding we’d check the main wave pool again. Zach dashes in the fully occupied pool. Andrea and I spend a while attempting to located shays for us to lie out on. She spots one under an umbrella, so I dive off to ask the nearby lady if I could use it. She nods her head, so I return back with my trophy of success. I stand watch, prepared to snatch the next free one I can see. By this time, it’s just Andrea and I catching some sun. Eventually I locate one and we lay out, as calm as can be.

The sun stretches longer across the sky, a silent reminder that our day is soon to conclude. (I like that little phrase, so I decided to make it BOLD). Andrea attempts to reach her mother to ask if she could pick us up since her dad announced that we were to leave by 5:00 PM. No luck. I decide to ask Katie to see if she could pick up. She happily says yes, but that I owe her one. This made me slightly nervous…but I exclaim deal! So we bask out in the sun awhile longer. Eventually her dad and brother have to leave, and we walk them out before proceeding to the train. Of course our timing is just enough off that we missed it. The walk back to the amusement park seemed barely longer than the train ride, and we got to see a whole new view of the park. The mini entrance gate put us back into a part of the Kid’s Zone that we weren’t even aware led to the water park.

We make our usual coaster and arcade rounds. After many game analyses on my likelihood of winning, Andrea withers me down, and I play a mini basketball game. My nerves are a little on end, since losing will come at quite the statistical cost. I played this game last year and won Andrea a stuffed dog. Also I have a year of playing basketball for my school under my belt. So what happens after three shots? I missed them all. That feeling of utter defeat washes over me.

We take the entire day slowly, as if we actually acknowledge this time that our trips to King’s Island aren’t annual. It’s awesome. The day’s true end draws nearly, so we quickly talk about which ride will conclude tonight. The line for the Diamond Back was atrocious. Andrea pipes up that the Wind Seeker is the next best choice. My fear of heights prevents maximum enjoyment of the ride, but I kind of like it. We get in line to ride it. The line for the ride cuts off right before us…what timing. The fireworks haven’t yet started, so we count that as luck. As we rise up 301 feet, the fireworks still haven’t kicked off yet. We race back in line, in hopes of making the next ride. We miss it by mere people. As they work their way up, a bang is heard. The fireworks have began (begun?). Though we didn’t get to be in the ride that was timed perfectly with the nightly fireworks, we did get to be on the last ride of the night. The park is deserted as we head for the pick-up zone.  When I get home, I hastily crash into my bed.

Wednesday, June 12th:

Work again. Admittedly, I woke up late and got into work a tad late. Really all I have assigned to me today is to read thirty something pages of this R manual. The notes I took look insane! I may upload them later.

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First Week of Summer

All right, so here’s post numero dos. Technically my summer began almost a week ago, so I’ll give you the word on what’s happened so far. Fair warning, this post will be lengthy!

Wednesday, May 29th:

Today begins the end of junior year. I have to take two finals: AP Statistics and Sociology. I’ve been sort of lazy this year when it comes to studying. Last year, I’d spend hours of days studying for finals since I knew their grades would always be lower than my accumulative grade. This year, I did study. It just was sort of pitiful. I am pleased that on a final I took this passed Thursday went pretty well. I took my AP Calculus exam and I got a 95%! Best exam grade I’ve received thus far (excluding art classes which take effort to not get a 100%). I admit I’m pretty cocky about how the Soc one will be since my best friend Andrea did warn me of what was to come. And with the Stats one, math exams are usually pretty easy so I didn’t give it much time to prepare for.

So I’ve taken the Soc exam, and I think I did pretty well. I did have one of those moment where you know a fact very well, but you begin to second guess it. I ended up second guessing it until I swapped my answer on two nearly identical questions. I looked it up in the book and of course my second guessing ended up hurting me so those are wrong now. Oh well, it wasn’t too rough of an exam. We’re watching Youtube videos on the projector since everyone has finished the exam and we have 30-40 minutes left until the bell rings. One video was some Skype laughing train, and I don’t know how anyone could resist to laugh. **bell rings** Only fifteen minutes until my next exam!

All right, so I just finished the Stats exam and holy crap that was hard. Would I go as far as to say that was my hardest exam ever? Yes. The few days preceding today Mr. Rowe (my Statistics teacher) warned us to study the different types of tests. That is what I studied for what little I actually did study. The majority of the test covered every other facet of the semester. My fault really for not preparing for that possibility. I found it ironic the math class I found harder (Calculus) had a hell of a lot easier exam than this class which I found pretty easy. It was one of those classes that you kind of expected to get 100s on tests and quizzes. The final grade I had at the end of fourth quarter teetered on a 107 to 108% in the class, a pretty obvious sign of ease. If anyone reading this plans on taking that exam…STUDY STUDY STUDY.

So what does this mean now? SUMMER’S HERE! My finals and everything are done. Tomorrow Andrea and I plan on going to King’s Island for the first time this summer. We couldn’t be more excited!

After the exams, Andrea and my other friend Madi decide to go out for brunch. Madi tells us about this fantastic little place in the heart of Franklin. It kinda worries Andrea and I, but we go for it. Until my GPS is able to locate it, I take the long, scenic way around to Franklin. We cruise through the sketch part of the city, and end up having to take a little break to figure out where this little place. So we get to it, and it’s gorgeous. It looks like a little restaurant in some European country cut out and placed near a Wal-Mart. Madi and I decide to share a spinach and artichoke dip and a delicious roma tomato pizza. Andrea orders a cheese pizza. Make no mistake though, our pizzas may sound simplistic, but they were divine. We converse about the rest of our day’s plans. I need to go pick up some blankets that were taken from a volunteering event, Relay for Life, that Andrea and I worked last Saturday/Sunday. So Andrea and I go to Carol (our volunteering club’s adult coordinator)’s office on Main Street with Madi following. After we talk about what we should do next. Andrea and I are sharing the same idea: that we want to go back to my place and kill some zombies in L4D2. So I propose the idea that we separate ways for awhile, then go to Andrea’s for a virgin drink and sun tanning at the pool. Andrea comes back with me to my house, and Katie asks us what we want for dinner/dessert. Andrea pipes up that skewers of chicken and pineapple sound amazing. So I add that I’d like some sort of pasta noodle and pineapple upside-down cake. Due to our specific order, we make a trip to the grocery store. When we return home, we begin our zombie massacre. Now Andrea isn’t as intense as a gamer as am I, but she’ll go nuts when given a virtual machete, frying pan, or a gun. In the game, there’s this zombie called a witch. The point of this one is that once disturbed, she runs at you knocking you on the ground and takes all your health. Andrea’s made it a thing to attack them instead of avoiding which is the usual tactic. She’s miraculously been lucky enough to never be incapacitated by the witch. After a few rounds we make our way to her house. I take a quick 5 to 10 minute nap until Madi arrives. Once she’s here, we all hightail our way to the pool. We swim for awhile until the next whistle is blown. Then we tan. Laying out in the sun with a couple of friends can be one of the most relaxing things ever. We do that for awhile then Andrea and I meet back at my house for our planned sleepover. We hungrily consume our meals, and assume positions on the couch. I turn on netflix to a show that I can’t even recall. Wednesday soon comes to a conclusion and then…

Thursday, May 30th:

It’s our first full day of summer! I wake up and briskly shake Andrea to wake up. I rush up to my room to take a shower with some very loud, happy singing. When I finish getting ready, I run downstairs to fully greet her. She’s awake and ready. When the clock strikes 9:20 AM we pack ourselves and our accoutrements into the car. 9:21 AM, we’re ready for take off! But wait! Apparently we’ll need gas…meh, it can wait. Windows down, the sun shining warmly onto our excited selves, summer at last. Once we’re in Mason, I decide it’s time we get gas. While I’m pumping the gas, I remember something…I forgot my phone. As being a cellular addict, I know it’ll be rough to go 11 hours without my phone. Well, it’s too late now, our trip has already started. Gas? Check. Passes? Check. Sunglasses? Awh yeah check. We are ready.

We see it peaking around the buildings and hills. King’s Island! A giddy feeling flows up my spine, giving me chills. Excitement exponentially increases and distance decreases. We have waited for this day for what feels like years.

King’s Island at last. Andrea and I rush up to the front gate. We each hand our passes to the gate instructors (?) as we exchange glances of joy. As we’re accepted, we rush in. We look around as a man sprints up to us and insists on taking our photo. Kindly accepting, we take our ticket and dash down the street. The air is moist with humidity and gentle spray of the nearby fountains. After little conversion, it is decided that The Beast will be our first roller coaster of the year. The lines are surprisingly not too long. We make our rounds from coaster to coaster with intermittent snacks of soft pretzels and dip-n-dots. Eventually both of us decide that it’s time to head off to the water park.

It’s as if the train decided to wait for us, for when we get there, there are empty rows we splay out onto. The new wave pool is our next destination. We quickly sheer our clothes off and skip into the water. It’s absolutely freezing. I slowly wade in while Andrea makes a B-line for the depths as she calls back to me calling me a chicken. Nope, I am no chicken. So I chase after her. While we bob in the water infested with other young swimmers, a boy calls out at me. He tells me that we waited in line for The Beast next to each other. Cool. Andrea and I continue to mess around until I decide the waves are enough. We bask out in the sun at the slope of the pool. Floating and laughing, time seems to stand still.

Eventually we decide it’s time for another small snack and that we should make our way back to the park. When I get out, I notice that my butt burns. I peer down and I have a burn from rubbing against the bottom of the pool. Andrea has one also. I try to put a little sunscreen on it to prevent it from getting any sun that may worsen it. Bad idea. It felt like rubbing vinegar on it. After motionlessly contorting my face, the pain subsides. We dress ourselves and make way to the train. Of course it leaves as soon as we come up. Oh well, time to visit the concession shop. Both of us end up purchasing Cheddar Chex Mix, mmmmm. The next train ironically arrives seconds later, so we board it.

With the heat, we visit a few arcades. Our first one lands us a free forty-five tickets richer, so we scavenge other arcades for more lonely tickets to no avail. Andrea decides she can no longer resist the claw machine’s temptations. Luckily, she wins a cute little raccoon animal that we take on The Monster.

Our day concludes with various roller coaster riding. The Beast is the last coaster we ride. Our first day at King’s Island began and ended with The Beast. The sun began to fall and the moon began to rise as there is a mass exodus out of the theme park. We get back to the car and proceed homebound. A fantastic day if I do say so myself.

Friday, May 31st:

Today is uneventful, really just a day of rest. It’s full of sleep and video gaming. Nothing productive or memorable really happened. We did decide that we’re going to King’s Island tomorrow though!

Saturday, June 1st:

Best way to end a night at King’s Island with a best friend…

So Andrea and I are waiting in line for the Diamondback trying to time it so we can see the fireworks mid-ride. After a few lightning strikes and announcements calling for delays…, we decide to wait it out. We get to the platform and everyone’s just messing around since there’s only like 10 or so people left waiting. After a long wait and a new worker friended, the announcement comes…”All clear!” The few KI visitors and some workers hop on the last ride of the night. At the top of the first hill, fireworks appear. And to top of the fun and crazy night, we go to see our fantastic coaster photos. A few guys are using their phones to take pictures of their ride photos. One worker (soon followed by another) start screaming at the men to stop taking photos. What makes the situation? Both men are actually deaf.

That’s how you end the best Kings Island night.

~Sierra Ritter via Facebook

Sunday, June 2nd – now:

Very lazy and full of not being productive. Oh well, I think I deserve this staying low time.

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pi     So, my dad’s been intensely into local politics for the passed few weeks . Christopher Ritter in Springboro, heard of him? Well, it’s kind of becoming a big deal, so go get knowledgeable: I admittedly didn’t share an interest in the political aspect, but he did spark a desire to blog about my own summer and of coming events. Also my stepmother, usually referred to as Katie Jo, regularly keeps up with blogs and has made me slightly jealous when she champions other young bloggers. I hope to have mine become a regular read for some people!

     My name is Sierra Ritter and I will be a senior (woo!) at Springboro this upcoming year, and this is a project to hopefully count towards AP English credit since we need to write this 50 to 100 page (technically 25 to 50 front and back) journal. Also some awesome thing will be happening and have already happened, so here’s your chance to hear! Each day (or few, let’s get real, who has time or remembers to write daily over a summer break) I’ll tell of what happened. If it’s not interesting, then be prepared to hear detailed accounts of my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And if you haven’t noticed, I write how I talk. Of course I’ll edit and such, but this is by no means prestigious grammar.

You may be wondering why I have this titled as Be Rational, Get Real and have a photo preceding my introduction. I’m sort of a geek and a nerd in ways, as you’ll discover through this project. I love mathematics and statistics. ‘Be Rational, Get Real’ is an jumbled around math joke I adore. So, future thanks for reading!

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