GOLF_EXTREMENESS! May 10th/14th 2012

Golf is a boring sport that involves a lot of patience and calmness. I have absolutely none of those characteristics in little ole' me. To repeatedly hit a round, white ball with a club into a hole gets quite boring fast, plus the scenery on the golf course never changes. It's always a lake to your right, a sand dune to your left, and a hole in front of you. BORING! So if golf was reinvented, say, into this extreme ultimate sport with cool scenery and random monkeys everywhere it'd be amazing. I still wouldn't play the sport considering, I am definately not the type to join in sports and actually play them, but it'd calm my nerves to watch golf on the television.
So if golf was mixed in with baseball and the whole object is to get the ball into one of the holes without the team catching it. There will be like 5 holes, the size varies, with different points, BUT you only get the point once you get to home base. So you hit the golf ball into say, the biggest hole (worth 1/2 a point) and you run but you only get to second base, you will NOT get that 1/2 point UNTIL you reach home base.

How's that for Extreme Sports?

Louis Vuitton Central! May 8th 2012

If, as a child, I was bought from a store, and being messed up for the rest of my life, I would've been from Louis Vuitton Paris. Though in any universe will I ever see my mother OR my father in such a place. My dad thinks cords are the fashion statement of the century and my mom wears sweatpants religiously.
Since no fashion genes came from either of my parents, I would've had to learn my fashion from the master himself. I'd think that's mainly the reason for my existence and purchase from a store such as LV P*.

Louis Vuitton Paris

Also, his stuff is gorgeous, though very expensive. See! That's perfect, I always see myself drawn to all the expensive items on store shelves, my mom says I use to rob her wallet when I was younger.



Retail: $4,200.00



Louis Vuitton= expensive $$

Kirstin= expensive $$

We're the perfect match.

*- Louis Vuitton Paris



My story that ends in a musical May 2nd 2012

"Listen carefully," he said with a certain steadiness, "This won't be easy for you to hear, but Belicia you lost all probability of ever hearing again." "WHAT?," Belicia spoke loudly, even for a deaf person, her voice booming off the walls. The doctor shook his head sadly and repeated, "You can't hear anything". Belicia looked at him with recognition and said, "Oh, of course, Roger just loves those fancy flying machines with them peanuts everywhere," Belicia said proudly, the doctor looked at her weirdly, but she continued on, "He says, 'Mama, them airplanes are so fun, flying an' such, through them clouds up Hiiiiigh!' and I just say, 'Boy if you ain't seeing God, it ain't worth that funny money.' The Lord is up there watching my boy flying on that death contraption an' he's shaking his head." She looked sad. Wow, the doctor thought, she is a god-fearing woman with just a son to leave. "But," she said loudly, surprising the doctor, "My boy was born an' raised a Christian an' that Lord will save 'im. As long as he says them prayers an' goes to church, which I don't think he's been doin', I love that boy to much to strap 'im, so I guess he's not doin' so good."

She suddenly stood up and rang out, "He ain't doin' so good,"while a bunch of women in Rockette outfits started waltzing into the crowded examining room, singing in sotto voices "He ain't doin' so good". "Oh my boy, Ohhh my boy ain't doin' so good", "No good, No good," followed the women. "He's ain't goin' to church", "No church, Oh no, no, no." the women repeated. "Prays are gone", "Yes gone, oh yes". Roger walked in singing, "Mama, you don't understaaand," while a bunch of firemen walk in singing, "Don't understand". "Boy, I understand too well, Oh yes, you just like your no-good papa." "Just like papa" the women screamed. Roger looked sad and dejected, and left, never to be heard from again.

Belicia Redfern was a religious, Southern woman from Mississippi who died 12 years later at a rock concert in 1969, because she got her hearing back during one of the guitar solos and died from shock.

Typing Tutor Madness May 2nd 2012

My results for Typing Tutor (DRUMROLL PLEASE!! BRRRBRBRBRBRBRBR! DING!) I could type 37 words per minute, I could probably write faster if I knew what I was actually typing. Things like fas,dj, and akkad are words I for one would never use in real life, nor would I think those words in any way,shape,or form.

The ABSOLUTELY most disgusting thing I have ever consumed April 26, 2012

I'm not quite sure what the most disgusting thing I ever ate was...I usually love whatever food I eat or whatever drink I...well, drink. I don't really have 'UGH! This absolutely terrible, I think I'll retch just thinking about it!' moments, it'd be cool if I could though. Maybe I just have a wide range of likes and a tiny, microscopic range of dislikes (In Food/Drinks anyway).
WAIT! I HAVE IT!!!!!
The most disgusting thing I have ever eaten is (Drumroll Please) (brrrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrb....DUM) Tofu. Yes, Tofu, a weird white plastic vegetable thing. It tastes like burning rubber on a hot Wisconsin day. Never mind the taste, think of the tofu itself, beans crushed up into a slimy white cube, wrapped in tinfoil. (Reh!) Or maybe caviar, baby fish eggs. That sandy feeling in your teeth, even a while after eating it, it's almost like you ate a dead turtle salad, the turtle oozing grey-ish white foam everywhere, but instead of lettuce, it's sand.

OPEN Letters PART UNO! Supposed to be done on April 17th

I'm sending an open letter to a seat belt manufacturer:
Dear Sir or Madam,

Where in the right mind do you think one long piece of thick fabric is going to save lives? Who do you think you are?
Many cons that came with this creation are that (apparently) seat belts are dangerous as well as safe. You can be severely hurt by a seat belt. If you don't put it on correctly and you are in an accident, well, long story short, you're done, absolutely finished. Another is it can be uncomfortable, especially to those with weight issues. And to those who are concerned of the trivial matter of how they look or having 'street cred' will find that wearing a seat belt greatly reduces their 'image'.

Sincerely,
Kirstin Jonasson


This letter isn't a insult toward seat belt manufacturers, so if you are a seat belt manufacturer and you're reading this, I am sorry for the pain and anguish I have caused toward your feelings and career. You're cool.

A really late FRIDAY THE 13TH blog, supposed to be done on April 13th

Well, searching my name on Google, I must be very popular. I'm everywhere. I'm in Arizona, University of Winnipeg, Japan, Ontario, and many other places. I also found my blogger, Facebook, and Google.
With the quotations around my name..wow, I'm from Olkahoma and I'm...Dutch? What? This is so cool! I EVEN HAVE TWITTER! I didn't even know that. It even says I was born in 1798 in Finland, and my mom's name is Hertz, AND I got married to a guy with the last name of Rumbo. And I'm on Classmates.com. Oh... and I found my article for our February Newsletter, that's creepy. It even says I went to the Arborg Collegiate from 2005-2009.
You see, I'd love to search myself some more, but this is just freaky.